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#thank you for this we've had a RIOT
nightshiftpodcast · 1 year
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It's spooky season so I just have to ask, what's everyone being for Halloween? I can't settle on any single idea for any of them, but I can imagine Seb, Styx, and Quin doing that tiktok ghost challenge that's been going on for the past few years
This is the MOST important question ever asked and we've just spent over an hour deliberating in our production team group chat North: Night Shift Coffee throws a Halloween party every year, and it's a big deal for North, who was born to throw Halloween parties. For 2022, it's Max Mayfield from Stranger Things S4 with white-out contacts. If they weren't working, it'd be The Jackal from the movie Thirteen Ghosts, complete with head cage.
Justin: If Justin had gotten his way, he'd have dressed as Sailor Moon - but couple costumes with his girlfriend are an obligation, and she gets what she wants, so Justin and Celia come as Drogo and Daenerys. Celia loves Game of Thrones and Justin's shirtless, so it's a win-win for her (when North sees him, they get a bit dizzy)
Seb & Angelo: Angelo doesn't do Halloween, but since he's agreed to the party, he lets Seb coerce him into a priest outfit ("It's basically just a shirt with a collar, you won't even notice you're wearing a costume") because it was an easy win and Seb is not immune to hot priest, and then Seb spends like 4 hours on the sexiest demon costume he can put together, complete with eyeliner, horns and a tail
Quin: Quin hasn't really celebrated Halloween before but seeing as everyone around him now is super into it, he gives it a go and dresses as Morpheus from The Sandman because he's had some comments saying that's his vibe
Styx: Styx goes as Seb.
Phoebe & Spencer: Phoebe is always adorable on Halloween so she goes as Bo Peep from Toy Story. Spencer is always intentionally obnoxious on Halloween, so he goes as Jesus. He's extra obnoxious when he sees Seb and Angelo's costumes.
Cam: Cam dresses up as a mushroom, in a cute little white dress with a homemade red and white spotted mushroom shawl that lights up
Diego: Diego has been tempted out by Cam and his budding friendship with Seb (and Styx, sort of) so he's coming as Gandalf - but like, Gandalf the Beer Wizard. Staff made of empty beer cans, beard made of cotton wool.
Jenny: Velma from Scooby-Doo, with added lesbian pride this year, complete with oversized magnifying glass
Lea: Lea fully intends on an extensive costume but she runs out of time because she's working, and ends up throwing a Rosie the Riveter together last minute. It looks great all the same.
Olivia: It's gotta be slutty for Olivia, and this year it's Jennifer Check in her cheerleader outfit with blood all over her mouth.
Mira: There was no deliberation on this – Mira comes in an ABBA disco jumpsuit with platform boots. The coffee shop rents a karaoke machine and Mira and Seb hog it for half an hour
Rafe: To Angelo's horror, Rafe and Seb are friends now, so Rafe's coming too. He dresses up as a Dad. Socks and sandals, knee-length cargo shorts, fanny pack, Kiss the Cook apron. It's dad joke time, ALL the time this halloween
Miles: God knows why Miles is at the Night Shift halloween party but he is. He heard Angelo was going and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to bother him. He's wearing a full suit on his upper half - suit jacket, shirt, tie in a windsor knot, cufflinks - and fishnets and booty shorts with high heels on the bottom ;)
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kyopmi · 2 years
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we've talked about jealous omi before but what about when u get jealous and clingy? or alternatively:
♡ — when you're in a secret relationship with kiyoomi but his fans start shipping him with someone else
。:゚ sakusa kiyoomi x reader
。:゚ 1.06k words; all aboard the fluff train!
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the second kiyoomi steps foot in your shared apartment, it seems like you're clinging onto him more than usual – greeting him with many kisses and a lingering hug, choosing to sit next to him instead of across from him at dinner, and flopping right on top of him on the couch to watch your show.
kiyoomi doesn't mind at all, arms encircled around your form with one hand resting on the small of your back while the other between your shoulder blades, fingers occasionally moving to brush against your neck ever so slightly and enjoying the way you shiver delightfully and bury your face into his chest.
he is curious, though.
“y/n.”
“hmm?” your response is slightly muffled by the soft fabric of his t-shirt.
“what's gotten you so clingy today?”
always so straightforward, you think. then again, he wouldn't be sakusa kiyoomi if he wasn't.
“... nothi-”
“no.” he's immediately cuts you off on your attempted lie, shooting you a pointed look.
“alright, fine,” you huff in defeat, “i saw that video of you and the sports reporter earlier.”
“from the last match?” he asks.
“yeah.”
kiyoomi knows exactly which sports reporter video you're talking about. it's the one where he's stood next to them for a short interview after a successful MSBY match, but just as the reporter was about to begin, they had accidentally dropped the cue cards they were holding. without thinking twice, sakusa had bent down to help pick up the stray cards while the reporter stuttered out apologies, thanking him as he hands them their cards back.
to him, it was a completely normal, harmless interaction.
to some fans, it was the blossoming of a romantic-cliche relationship.
and it usually wouldn't have bothered you so much – you know first-hand how attractive and irresistible kiyoomi is, so it's not surprising that anyone would crush on him at least a little. (in fact, maybe you would be offended for him if no one did.) so, seeing other people getting starstruck or tongue-tied in the presence of your boyfriend? nothing out of the ordinary.
however, it does start getting annoying when you spend your entire afternoon scrolling through social media only to find tweets, video edits and comments about “the way he looks at them is so cute😍”, “he's definitely crushing on the reporter!”, “i'm gonna riot if they don't become a couple ASAP.”
all because of the stupid “cool-guy” image your stupid handsome boyfriend has accidentally portrayed himself as, so now everyone's going crazy at the slightest crumb of him being a decent human being? plus that last comment is being way too dramatic.
your relationship with kiyoomi isn't really a secret, per se. many of your friends and families know about it. it's just the both of you tend to keep it lowkey – no excessive PDA or social media posts, and somehow the media has yet to catch wind of it, either. but, you've always enjoyed the privacy you get from it and so does kiyoomi, so you've agreed to keep your relationship the way it is.
but that was before you desperately wanted to comment “sorry, he’s taken! xoxo” at every post of kiyoomi and that sports reporter. 
of course, you wouldn’t actually do that, and you realize you’re just being petty and dramatic right now (not that you’d ever admit that to kiyoomi. the amount of times you’ve teased him, calling him dramatic? he would never let you live this down.) but a little jealousy in your situation is reasonable, right?
kiyoomi chuckles in amusement from beneath you, a soft smile growing when he sees your pout deepen. his toned arms squeeze you tighter, closer to him, pulling you up towards his face so he can lean in and press a kiss on your forehead. 
“you know it’s just the internet doing its thing, right? they’ll get bored and move on to something new soon enough,” he hums, his hand rubbing circles on your back.
“i know,” you sigh, feeling yourself instantly relax under his touch and you melt into him even more, “it’s just annoying to see.”
he hums again in acknowledgement. there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment, with only the sounds from the tv playing in the background, until kiyoomi speaks again.
“hey,” he calls out, quieter this time, making you look at him again, “you know i love you, right?”
kiyoomi doesn’t realize his heart is pounding until a small smile graces your lips and he feels himself calm down, the corners of his lips mirroring your own.
“of course i know that, silly,” you laugh. “i love you, too.”
“good.” he leans in once again, this time to capture your lips with his in a slow kiss.
sakusa kiyoomi has always loved you with his actions more so than his words, and right now, he hopes his kiss is able to convey just how much love he has for you, in the way his honey lip balm that you got him tastes on his lips, in the way you can definitely feel his heart pick up its pace, in the way his large hand is gently splayed across your face down to your neck, his index and middle finger resting on one side of your cheek and his thumb on the other side, while the rest of his fingers can feel your similarly quickening pulse as they rest just below your jaw. he’s reluctant when you pull away, keeping you as close as possible so you can still feel his breath tickle against your skin as he holds back a pout lest you start calling him your cute baby boy.
“do you want to tell them? everyone, i mean. like, officially,” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.
you blink in surprise at his sudden offer. “no, it’s fine. i like us the way we are,” you reply truthfully, “and, like you said, it’ll pass soon enough.”
“okay.” kiyoomi nods and gives you another peck on your lips, one that silently says me too. “i’ll get atsumu or hinata to post a shirtless thirst trap or something. that should shift their attention.”
you snort at his idea. it’s admittedly not a bad one, but...
“i’ll do you one better, omi. why don’t you post a – mmph!”
kiyoomi is quick to shut you up with another kiss on that one.
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this is my apology to kiyoomi for always saying he’s dramatic (i mean, he is, but don’t tell him i said that) and PLEASE tell me no one saw me accidentally post this when it was half-done LMAO
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siilvan · 6 days
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Desideria – I
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Pairing: Yuri Volkov/Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder
Summary: Second meetings and first chances.
Genre: General, light angst, light fluff, fem!oc
Warnings: Semi-proofread, cursing, references to canon-typical violence, not much going on this time tbh
Word Count: 3k
Note: I got halfway through the next chapter of Bloodsport and rewarded myself with more self indulgent oc stuff... Bit of a shorter chapter than I wanted, but oh well (●'◡'●)
As always, very special thanks to my beloveds @sofasoap, @nrdmssgs, and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for their endless encouragement and support <3
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"Lively group we've got here." Mylène comments, her narrowed gaze slowly dragging over the other people in the room.
Gathered were the remnants of the one-four-one. All but the pair of bright-eyed, effervescent siblings currently lying in hospital beds. Everything feels darker, somehow, like the sun had been eclipsed at its peak. The thought weighs heavily on those who remain, the silence at first only being broken by the sounds of fabric shuffling as people shifted their weight and the occasional quiet grunt or cough.
"You're lookin' lively yourself, Lt." Kyle is the second one to speak up, his eyes meeting hers from his spot leaned against the wall.
The hospital was charitable enough – or, more likely, Laswell had pulled some strings to 'convince' the staff – to leave a private meeting room empty for the group to gather.
"Okay, we're not going to get anywhere if we don't address the elephant in the room." Laswell interrupts the awkward banter with a low exhale. She's stood at the front of the room with her arms crossed tight over her chest, the tension in her muscles readily apparent to the other woman. "We're not in a good position right now. We're two down, out of leads, and out of intel on Makarov's next moves."
"Very hopeful start, Laswell. You should try being a motivational speaker." Kyle snorts, silently surrendering when her hard stare directs itself at him.
"Kyle." Price's unimpressed and, frankly, exhausted voice lightly scolds the sergeant. Kyle was the most bubbly one in the room, especially given how his only competition was Laswell, Price, Simon, and Mylène – all of whom look to be on the verge of snapping for different, yet related, reasons.
"Do we have anything at all to work with, Kate?" The captain shifts his attention back to the liaison; one of their only allies at the moment.
She takes her time before answering. Her ocean blue eyes are trained on the large, wooden, oval-shaped table in the center of the space, still in pristine condition due to none of them even daring to touch it. "Minimal resources." She starts, pausing to wet her lips. "As you all know by now, we're splitting up to utilize what little we have."
"John, Kyle, you're linking up with Farah's forces to try and gain some intel from within Urzikstan's borders. Ghost, you and Riot are heading to Mexico to follow up on a lead from Colonel Vargas." Laswell continues, taking another pause to meet the remaining lieutenant's mismatched eyes. "You've got a special assignment, Petra."
"So I've heard." Mylène huffs, her tone dry as her arms lift to cross over her chest.
"One of the few leads we have at the moment is on a smuggler – chemical weapons." Laswell states.
"Connected to the agents Konni Group's been drooling over since General Barkov was taken care of?" Mylène's eyebrows knit together, trying to recall any names of known smugglers. A few come to mind, none of which were reliable or still functional, but she mentally files them away nonetheless.
"Exactly that." Laswell nods, sliding a flash drive across the table, right into the other woman's waiting hand. "We don't have a name, just locations of the trades we've been able to confirm. The contact I got this from has already agreed to help with every step of the investigation."
Mylène turns over the USB stick in her hand, eyeing it curiously. "The contact, is it Colonel Volkov again?" She asks, turning to Laswell once more as she safely tucks the flash drive away.
"How'd you guess?"
"Vrag moyego vraga - moi drug." She echoed his prior words, the ones he spoke to the two women back in Arklov Base. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The older woman lets out something of a chuckle and cracks a smile for the first time since she arrived. "Nikolai agreed to provide transport, at least for linking you up with Yuri. He'll be picking you up in about three hours."
"Three hours— why do none of you give me more time to prepare?" Mylène shoots a pointed look towards Laswell and Simon specifically and turns to walk out, but stops dead in her tracks before she can even take a single step towards the door.
"Someone should be staying with Johnny and Freya. They're still targets, even here." She says, sending the group a wary glance.
Riot was hovering over the siblings' bedsides at the moment, hence why she was missing the meeting, but she'll be leaving with Simon before the end of the day. They'll be left alone. Someone needs to stay with the two, just in case.
"We've already got that covered."
Mylène quirks a brow at Laswell's assured statement, until she hears the door behind her open and close with a soft click.
A tall, broad figure is standing in front of it, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a black hoodie with the hood lowered, showing off a head of messy dark brown curls. A set of forest green eyes stare back at her, the rich color standing out against the dark circles under his eyes and the long, jagged scar running down the left side of his face. It starts just above his eyebrow and disappears into the black surgical mask he's wearing, giving some air of mystery despite her knowing exactly what exists underneath.
Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Nightfall.
To others, he may be an imposing character, but to Mylène, he's just her little brother. Well, little in age.
"Finally staying in one place for more than a few days?" She draws him into a tight hug with a gleeful smile on her lips.
"Seems like it." He chuckles into her hair, returning the hug for a few seconds. "She decided to pull me off my last assignment and station me here to keep an eye on things."
"I wanted the best on the job." Laswell clarifies, earning a confident nod from the younger woman. "Nightfall will stay in the hospital as long as Soap and Mini are here. They'll be safe." She adds and meets Mylène's gaze once more.
"If there are no more questions, then I'll let you get prepared."
"None at all, Watcher."
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The heavy blades of the helicopter are a welcomed sight, whipping up a light breeze that blows the loose strands of hair framing Petra's back as the vehicle descends.
She wastes no time in approaching it and sliding the side door back, stepping up into the cabin. The door shuts behind her with another heavy thud, leaving her standing in a UH-60 Black Hawk so familiar that she might as well call it her second home.
"Good to see you in one piece, Mila!" Nikolai calls out over his shoulder. Petra turns to flash him a smile, carefully setting her backpack against a wall before coming up to the cockpit.
"Thought Makarov took me out of commission, too?" She hums, calmly settling in the co-pilot's seat next to his.
"You? Of course not." He laughs, hearty and full of life. It was refreshing after spending so much time in the hospital. "I am just happy to see you doing well, my friend." He adds once the laughter dies down, the helicopter taking off just as quickly as it had landed.
Petra shifts in her seat in anticipation for the longer flight. "I'm assuming we're not meeting Colonel Volkov at Arklov Base again?" She asks with a soft laugh of her own.
"Unless you are willing to brave sarin gas, then, no." Nikolai comments. "He's in Zaporizhzhia."
"Zaporizhzhia?"
"Melitopol, to be exact." He clarifies, intentionally slowing his speech and harshly pronouncing each syllable with a cheeky grin.
"Fucks sake, I know what it is." She huffs, ignoring his amused snort as she shakes her head. "What's he doing in southern Ukraine?"
"Waiting for us, probably." He shrugs with the sarcastic response. "Did Laswell send you in with any information on this op?"
"Yeah, actually, thanks for the reminder." Petra jumps up from her seat and shuffles over to her bag, unzipping it and pulling a tablet out. She plops down in her seat again after a moment, scrolling through the pages of intel that she transferred from the flash drive that Laswell gave her before she left.
Like she said before, it was mostly locations of confirmed trades between the yet-unnamed smuggler and Konni Group. There was an attempt at pinpointing his home base, but the locations were too scattered all over the map to centralize them. Unsurprisingly, a decent amount of the trades happened in Eastern Europe – they already knew it was Konni Group's playground, though, so it gave her nothing about the smuggler himself.
"Maybe he knows something that we don't." Petra mumbles, half to herself and half to the pilot. "The next deal could be happening in Ukraine." She adds.
"Suppose we won't know until we talk with him." Nikolai comments, earning an affirmative hum from her. A second passes before he speaks again. "When was the last time you slept?"
She blinks, her gaze flitting up from the screen and landing on him. "What?"
"Sleep? The thing most people do at night?" He explains, completely ignoring the way she rolls her eyes as soon as he starts. "When you close your eyes and dream of handsome pilots who always come through to help you in your times of need?"
"Having romantic dreams about yourself again, Nik?" She quirks a brow at him. "And, I'm fine. I slept—"
She cuts herself off, her lashes fluttering as she blinks a few more times. Her eyes drop to the tablet sitting on her thighs, unfocused on the screen as it slowly darkens before shutting itself off.
"...Some time recently." She mutters after a few seconds.
"We'll be up here for a while, you will have plenty of time to agonize over those files after we land. Get some rest while you still can, Mila." His voice softens, the previous humor in it dissipating and making room for a genuine concern that she only heard in certain moments.
Still, she argues. There was just too much for her to do. "But, I—"
"My bird, my rules. Get some rest." Nikolai replies without missing a beat. He doesn't even look at her while giving the command, nonchalantly glancing over a few gauges and dials like it was natural for him. Well, it was probably as natural as breathing at this point.
With a sigh comparable to that of a child getting sent to bed, she concedes. "Fine, just wake me up before we land." Petra shifts and gets into a more comfortable position, the tablet forgotten on the panel as she semi-awkwardly curls up and eventually finds a way to drift off into a light sleep.
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The telltale sound of the helicopter descending is what wakes her up, eventually. Petra rubs the sleep out of her eyes before it touches down and hurries to grab the tablet, maneuvering back to her backpack and shoving it inside.
"Melitopol, safe and sound." Nikolai announces, stepping out of the cockpit after shutting everything down.
"Didn't doubt you for even a second." She slips her backpack on with a slow exhale and follows the pilot out onto the tarmac.
The sun was starting to crest over the horizon, spilling a healthy balance of oranges, reds, yellows, and pink hues all over the sky above. The location they had landed at was some sort of base – not necessarily military, judging by the lack of a uniform… well, uniform, amongst the few people gracing the small airfield. Mercenaries, she assumes.
"So, where are we meeting him?" She asks, carefully examining her surroundings.
"Right here, if that works for you."
Petra turns when she hears the familiar voice, gravelly and rich, and sees the man himself approaching them.
"Colonel Volkov, always good to see a friendly face." She greets him, stepping forward to meet him and holding out her hand.
"Please, there is no need for formalities." He chuckles, shaking her hand far more gently than she was used to. "Just call me Yuri."
"Yuri. That works for me." A bright smile flashes across her face as his name leaves her lips.
It's right then and there that something in the back of the colonel's mind changes, begging him to only have his name spoken that way from now on. Spoken by her. He tries to ignore that feeling, especially as the other Russian in the group catches his attention.
"Yuri, my brother." Nikolai shares his own cheerful greeting with the man, one that’s eagerly reciprocated as the two hug briefly.
"It's been too long, my friend." Yuri comments, patting his shoulder one last time as the two part.
"You two have known each other for a long time?" Petra quirks a brow at the pair as Yuri starts to lead them to a car nearby. He fishes a set of keys out of his pocket – he’s in civvies, she realizes. Dark jeans and a navy blue windbreaker, with the collar of a simple black shirt peeking out from underneath – and tosses them to Nikolai.
"Something like that." Nikolai slides into the driver’s seat after catching the keys. The other two circle around to the passengers’ side, where Petra reaches out to open the door for herself. Yuri beats her to it, though, and he holds the door open while she slips into the backseat. He sits in the front, leaving her to lean forward and poke her head between the two men.
"So, where are we heading from here?" She chirps, realizing but refusing to admit just how much that short nap on the helicopter helped her. For the first time in weeks, she feels like she has some energy.
"South, past the border." Yuri replies, his low voice rumbling right next to her ear.
Wait, what? "The border? We're heading into Crimea?"
"I am assuming Laswell gave you the information I delivered to her." He continues, turning his head just enough to meet her confused gaze. "The smuggler working with Konni Group isn't the one we are going after, since he hardly shows his face for these trades, but the man who facilitates most of the deals should be here for an upcoming one."
She hums. "When is it?"
The car pulls onto a road after leaving the base, quiet and mostly vacant of any other vehicles as the light of the sun slowly begins to fade from the sky. Moving in the dark. It's smart. Petra had already sat back in her seat before reaching into her bag, lazily dropped next to her. She fishes her tablet out, deciding to give the information a thorough scan, unlike her cursory glance in the helicopter.
"Three days from now. Not sure what time." Yuri mutters. "I have my own contact coming into town tomorrow to assist. FSB."
"FSB? Are you sure they can be trusted with this?" She huffs, raising her brows again as she looks at the side of his face.
He makes a small sound, akin to a curt chuckle. "Trust me, he is reliable. He's bringing information on our broker and claims to hate him just as much as we do."
"Do we even have a name for our target? Laswell couldn't give me one." She blinks, wracking her brain again for any known smugglers.
He shrugs, the quiet rustling of fabric his only answer for a brief moment. "We will tomorrow."
Petra accepts his response with a nod and a muted sigh. The drive to the border would be at least another few hours, and she was sure that crossing it would end up being some elaborate scheme to avoid detection by the border patrol. In any case, she buries her nose in file after file while Nikolai chats the other Russian's ear off.
At one point during the drive, already over an hour in, the pilot was spinning some recent tale about his nebo that she halfway tunes in for. Her eyes flit up after he says something about her "kicking his ass" and, after a low snort that she denies when he points it out, her gaze drifts to the rear-view mirror. Curiosity, the instinct to check the road behind them without making a scene, some random desire to look at herself – she isn't sure what motivates her to do it, but when she meets a pair of steel blue irides in the reflection, she freezes.
Yuri, in his silence only broken by muttered "oh's," "ah's," and quiet hums whenever Nikolai badgered him enough for a response, was eyeing her in the mirror.
And, here she was, meeting his gaze and staring back just the same. They already had a moment like this once before: at Arklov Base, before the missiles hit and disrupted the meeting Laswell had stolen her away from her team for. There was some kind of energy, a spark, even, that seemed to keep drawing their attentions back to each other, even with a woman discussing a potential world war brewing or a man actively attempting to steal the show right next to them.
She would deny the faint shiver creeping down her spine, just as he would deny the subtle electricity beneath his skin forcing him to flex his hands. They break eye contact at the same time, with his moving to the road ahead as hers drops down to her screen once more.
There is one thing Petra can tell already, as she quietly raps her fingers against her thigh and attempts to distract her mind. This mission is going to be more trouble than it's worth.
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Vrag moyego vraga - moi drug. (Враг моего врага - мой друг.) - The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Mila - Slavic diminutive of Mylène
Nebo (Небо) - Sky
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captaincoldzero · 10 months
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I Can't Go Back to that Market | Peter Quill x Male Reader
Fandom: Marvel
A/N: Sorry for any mistake. English is not my first language.
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The ship landed on the target planet. We needed to find a seller for an item, although Peter wasn't planning on buying anything. We talked separately. Rocket and Groot went after more equipment and weapons for Rocket; Gamora and Drax were behind blades, swords, and things nearby while being followed by Mantis, while Peter and I were behind the store which was the goal of the Guardians on that planet.
I shoved my hands in the pockets of my aviator suit as we were getting a few stares for being two humans walking in space, but then being completely ignored.
One day on Earth, a group of alien criminals kidnapped me to sell me as an exotic human slave in space, but the Guardians kind of invaded the place and created a riot, amid the confusion I ran away and entered the Guardians' ship. It was at that moment that they saw the power that I had fought so hard to hide. Now they called me Ghost Pilot and I became Milano's official pilot.
We were hired to get an object from a store on this planet. I wanted to leave that planet full of criminals, space traffickers, and selling various other criminal products.
― Do you already know where we should go? ― I asked Peter as we walked through the streets of the foreign city.
― I think so. ― Peter spoke as they walked through the dangerous streets.
Since joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, he has discovered new planets and aliens that he had never imagined. I was sure the world was much bigger than a human could even imagine.
I approached a table of a man who was selling something that looked like it would be edible to other aliens, but to me, it was just some weird purple goo.
― Want to try one, Y/N? ― The foreigner behind the desk, who looked like a green insect, asked.
― How do you know my name? ― I ask scared.
― It's your name on the jacket, isn't it? ― the foreigner asked, pointing to the jacket I was wearing.
I had forgotten about it. I had on my leather aviator jacket that had my name on it. It reminded me that people on Earth probably thought I was dead.
― True, my bad. ― I said a little embarrassed.
― Want one? ― He asked, bringing a plate of purple goo closer to my face.
― I wouldn't eat it if I were you. ― Peter said looking with the same expression of disgust at the goo.
― I had lunch just now, I'm not hungry, thanks. ― I said, politely declining.
― You're the loser. ― He said as he handed it over to another customer.
Peter pulled me by my elbow to pull me away.
― Don't leave my side. ― Peter spoke as he walked past the criminals of the place.
― Sorry, I'm having fun getting to know other planets. ― I looked at the strange things they found in the scattered tents.
― Focus on our mission. ― Peter spoke while still holding my arm.
― I'm not a child, Peter. I can defend myself. ― I spoke, but there was no communication in my voice, yet I guided my arm from his hand.
― I know that, I just don't want you to get lost. ― Peter spoke worriedly.
Peter and I had been at it for a few days now. Show concern and sometimes even flirt with each other, but act like it's just a joke between friends.
― You're not going to abandon your pilot here. I said with a spontaneous smile.
― Rocket can fly.
I looked offended at Peter causing him to laugh.
― We're not going to abandon the best pilot we've ever had. Peter said putting his hand on my shoulder.
― Don't let Rocket hear you saying that. He will blow you up. ― I said laughing. ― Look how nice it is.
I said walking quickly to a tent with several different weapons. There were several types, including ones that were bigger than me. They were all obviously stolen, but it's not like anyone cared.
― Did any of them catch your eye? ― a blue-skinned foreigner who had a feature with tentacles-like hair, who I guessed was the owner of the shop, asked.
Peter approached, looking with interest at the grenades in the cases.
― Why don't you try this one? ― The foreigner asked to pick up a gun, next with a rifle and handed it to me.
I held tight and aimed for the wall, testing the weight. It was heavy and seemed to be those weapons with strong recoil.
― It's too heavy. ― I said returning the gun.
― And this one ?― He asked, handing over an oddly small pistol.
I held it and aimed, but the gun grip felt small and uncomfortable.
― I don't think so. ― I said returning the gun.
Then I saw two identical pistols in the display case. It was slightly larger than a regular pistol, especially the barrel which was longer than a human pistol. It was made of black metal with a purple light.
― Would you like to try? ― The foreigner asked, obviously wanting to get me to buy something.
I walked over and picked up the two pistols. I pointed to a wall to be able to test. It wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't too light either. The footprint was perfect. I turned to Peter displaying the weapons.
― What do you think? ― I asked Peter as he posed to show off the weapons.
― I think it suits you. ― Peter responded by raising an eyebrow. ― But do you know how to use a gun?
―Don't worry about it, Peter. ― I said carefree.
―Wait, there's more. ― The alien salesman said, taking the two pistols from my hand.
He moves his hand with one of the pistols making the fist lift and fit the other pistol, making it turn into a type of sniper rifle with a scope. The seller handed me the two guns that had now become just one. I aimed, looking through the scope on top of the gun.
― That's impressive. ― I said impressed with the gun. ― But I do not have money.
I said handing over the gun and the salesman seemed to make an expression of disgust with a mixture of anger that I had wasted his time.
― Let me pay. ― Peter said, handing over some crystal pieces to the seller who smiled again and handed me back the sniper rifle.
― Serious? You don't have to. ― I said, but I was already holding the gun tightly so I wouldn't let go.
― And I'll take it out of your pay later. ― Peter said, smiling at me.
― Very funny, Peter. ― I said rolling my eyes.
I let go of the two pistols making them go back to being two separate weapons. I handed the little money I had to the seller to buy the pistol holsters because obviously, he wasn't going to give anything away for free. And we left the ship. I was really happy with my new purchase.
― Thanks. ― I said to Peter as we walked back to the street.
― You pay me back later. ― Peter said laughing, but I knew he would charge me later.
After walking the streets for a while, we entered a shop with various artifacts and antiques. Peter's gaze wandered over the shelves until he finally found what we were looking for. Peter disguised his gaze so as not to show interest in the piece.
― I'm looking for a piece to give to my girlfriend. ― I approached the vendor so I could distract him.
― But of course, we have lots of jewelry that would make any woman's eyes sparkle. ― The alien with orange skin, four black eyes, and six thin arms spoke excitedly about having a new customer.
He took me to a showcase with several pieces of jewelry with different stones.
― Does your girlfriend have ears? These earrings could look beautiful. ― The alien asked, showing sparkling earrings.
― No, she doesn't have ears. ― I said, pretending to methodically analyze each piece there.
Meanwhile, Peter silently approached the golden egg he was going to steal.
― And a necklace? Every lady loves a necklace. ― He said, putting his hands together excitedly.
Peter reached for the golden egg and took it gently. He took it to his pocket, putting the object away.
― Do you wanna know? I don't think there's anything that would suit her. ― I said, pretending to be disappointed. ― Sorry to waste your time.
― You don't understand anything about beauty. ― The attendant said irritably.
Peter and I left the store. We try to walk calmly as if nothing is happening.
― It was easier than I thought. ― Peter spoke proudly.
― Get back here, thieves! ― The store attendant shouted from the store door.
― You had to talk. ― I complained as we started to run.
While running away from the store clerk, we ended up bumping into several people and knocking her into stalls, and breaking products. This drew a lot of attention and made more people chase us.
― Now you're feeling what it's like to be a Guardian of the Galaxy. ― Peter spoke as we ran.
Shots passed by us as they tried to hit us to stop or maybe even kill us. I saw a motorbike parked and I pulled Peter over to it.
― About there. ― I said and Peter went upstairs.
By touching the handlebars of the motorcycle, I let the spirit out of me. My jacket took on a charred appearance as my skin burned and I became a flaming skull.
I possessed the bike causing it to start and start roaring down the street. I heard the motorcycle owner complain but I was already gone. I revved the bike, leaving a trail of fire in my wake but going too fast to follow.
I dodged several people, not counting those who jumped out of the way. Some people were still shooting and others were trying to give chase. We were making a huge mess until we finally reached Milano.
I saw Rocket and Groot loading some weapons into the ship while the others helped them. When Gamora saw the mess that was following us, she drew the attention of the others, causing all but Drax to run into the ship. Drax drew his blades, excited for a fight, when Gamora returned and pulled him into the ship.
I stopped the bike haphazardly in front of the ship as we ran into the ship. Upon arriving in the control room, I sat in the pilot's chair and possessed Milano. The ship began to take off while I began to be possessed by my flaming spirit.
― Speeds up! Speeds up! Speeds up! ― Peter spoke desperately, slapping the bench that accompanied his voice.
― Let's kill them all! ― Drax yelled with his swords in hand, fully excited for a fight.
― What did you do? ― Gamora asked irritably.
― More importantly, did they manage to steal that golden egg? ― Rocket asked from above Gamora.
I accelerated the ship causing it to leave the planet. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Drax who looked disappointed that he couldn't fight.
But just when we thought everything would be calm, the ship's alerts warned that we were being pursued.
― Weapons in position. ― Peter spoke while Rocket and Gamora went to the ship's weapons.
I accelerated Milano while doing maneuvers to help Rocket and Gamora land the shots. Until finally I managed to lose them all.
― I think we made it. ― Gamora spoke, but still with her hand on the gun sights.
I engaged the ship's autopilot and rose from the pilot. Each one started to get distracted with what they liked to do on the ship and I went to Peter who was analyzing the Golden Egg he stole.
I approached looking at the Egg along with him.
― Why does he want this so badly? ― Peter asked, examining the piece carefully. ― Let's stall a little before we hand it over.
Peter spoke and was going to put his hand on my shoulder, but when he realized that I was still in Ghost Pilot form, he stopped for fear of getting burned. Realizing this, I suppressed the spirit within myself, causing me to revert to my human form.
― Sorry I forgot. ― I said when I got back to normal.
― Alright, do not worry. ― Peter smiling at me.
I looked at the egg more closely and noticed that it didn't appear to be massive, I picked it up from the table and it made me more sure of my theory.
― I think there's something inside. ― I said, turning the egg in my hand.
― Here. I think this is where it opens. ― Peter said, taking the egg from my hand.
He found a small knob of sorts on the side and as soon as he turned it, the egg opened like a sliced orange.
― What is that? ― I asked eyeing the glowing red crystal from within.
― I don't know. ― Peter said taking the crystal.
― You don't think he'll notice? ― I asked, smiling as I watched Peter put the crystal in his pocket.
― I'm sure he will. But let's get the money first. ― Peter said closing the Golden Egg again.
― It's just a little space thief. ― I said laughing.
― The way you like it. ― Peter said with a wink.
This time, I felt my face flush a little. He caught me off guard at that point and he knew it. Peter just smiled at me and put the egg back on the table.
— You can stop this nonsense, it's already tiring me. ― Rocket said as he walked by with some equipment he was setting up.
Peter and I looked away with a little embarrassment.
― I was just thinking…― Peter started a little nervously. ― If you don't want to go out some days?
―We're always through space. ― I said laughing.
― But this time it would be for a date. ― Peter said with a smile. ― What do you think?
― I think it sounds pretty good. ― I said with a smile.
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so two very cool things are true right now which are :
- in twelve days my best girl will have existed in some form for an entire year - i'm about to be able to say there are officially HUNDREDS of you here ???? like as in the plural form ??????
neither of these things make any sense to me , but since both are true i figured it would be a good time to do what i guess is a little follow forever type thing. SO. here are some of the people who have helped emma grow and develop and also helped me grow and develop as a person and as a writer 🤍
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@dalphahale : honestly a day one bc i didn't really do very much with emma until around march i think and that's around when we started writing if i'm not mistaken ?? one of the best / most show accurate dereks i've ever come across and one of the best people too !!!! you're an incredible writer and honestly a saint in human form for putting up with me ooc lmao it's an honor to bless your dms every day with the most random and chaotic messages and thoughts and only be a LITTLE bit judged for it 😂 derek and emma are one of the most adorable ships i've ever seen and derek and allison are iconic as well i just think you're the bee's knees okay you're stuck with some form of my chaos indefinitely i fear 🤷‍♀️
@stanfordprepped : jared. JARED. another og and one of my best friends in the rpc. samemma is so unbelievably iconic and i'm so amazed and proud of everything that's come from them and from us writing together and from you in general i'm SO excited about charlotte's development and about samlena and about just all of our dynamics ahhhhh you are so unbelievably strong and talented and you deserve every good thing in the entire world bc the love and respect that you hold for others even on your worst days is so admirable i can't even fathom it sometimes.
@multi-royalty : MADDIE MY BELOVED i ????? owe so much of everything i've accomplished this year to you 😭🙏 you not only pulled me back when i was debating whether or not to even continue writing , but helped to develop some of my most cherished muses and threads and plots and headcanons. you're the sweetest little bean in the entire world and i can't even begin to thank you for everything you've done for and with me and the light that you bring to this community even when you can't see it 🤍
@guiltye : bitch i'll yell FOREVER at and about you are you kidding ????? your writing gives me literal chills and the plots that we have are some of the deepest most complex and incredible dynamics i've ever been a part of. you've been through so much this year and kicked ass until you got to the other side and still managed to help ME through so much too and i'm sure so many others and i just adore you okay i live for all lilly content but especially your ooc posts bc i just think your brain is so neat and i love getting to glimpse into it sometimes you're just incredible 🥹🤍 ps thank u for letting me yell about noah kahan without abandon and getting in ur feelings about him with me lol
@boundforhale // @stilesstylelinski : obviously i had to put y'all together you can't split up the gremlins okay. i love you both so much and i actually can't even begin to describe how much you guys have helped me this year both to be a better writer and to get through so many rough patches irl. i'm still not entirely convinced that australia is real but if it DOES exist i will not rest until i can fly there and we can all meet at a central location and proceed to just implode the whole universe with the sheer chaos and buffoonery. y'all are actually family at this point i don't know what i would do without you fr
@carp3diems : LISTEN HERE BITCH bff bestie angel i love you to pieces and if you ever leave me again i'll riot !!!! you're genuinely one of the coolest people i've ever met and i love all of our dynamics so damn much but what we've created with colbemma is just so insane and incredible and i know i just screamed about this in the dms but i genuinely cannot believe they started out hating each other lmao they're truly iconic and i can't wait to see how they continue to grow and thrive and also how YOU continue to grow and thrive
@redhoodiskra : A. you are an actual ray of sunshine and so incredibly talented and WAY TOO HARD ON YOURSELF and completely amazing and fantastic and i just love you a lot !!!! stiles and emma and the little family they've created make my heart so happy and so do all of our other dynamics !!!! we haven't written much on @westwingsolo yet and we absolutely should change that bc i'm in awe of you and your writing and the creativity you bring to your muses they're both so special and you can 100% see the love you've put into both.
i wish i could write everyone a little message but here are some more lovelies that you should absolutely go follow !!!! a lot of them have other pages with more incredible muses as well 🤍
@fuckmeupindie , @hellgiven , @gunchamber , @ofcrxwns , @escapedfromthevoiid , @ruinedmyself , @goldenboybarracuda , @delicatestm , @sarcasticsnackpack , @fidelissimi , @ofblackskies , @ratkiing , @snnydcys , @flamefallen , @impurc , @clockturned , @r4chelamber , @unbearablyindifferent , @mystictragedies , @conradfish3r , @jimh9334 , @jchnwinchester , @qapsiel , @thornstocutyouwith , @unitcd , @surgcns , @localsalt , @mecwmellc
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Blob Ghost Supreme chapter 2
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Chapter 1
Danny's first victory was not met with the unadulterated praise for which he'd hoped. He heard terms ranging from "Cheater!" to things he wouldn't be able to repeat over the dinner table flung towards him like javelins, along with empty snack packages he had to dodge. The screams of the audience carried a whole range of emotions, the kind of sound that might herald a riot. Would it make things better or worse if Danny tried to step in and get them to settle down? No, Walker's minions were already on that.
Danny glared defiantly at the audience, then headed out of the arena. This was the beginning. So they didn't believe a blob ghost could win that fight fair and square? So they were enraged by the very idea of it? He'd show them. He'd make them believe he was the real deal, that he deserved their respect. If winning this whole tournament was what it took to make that happen, so be it. He would do it.
...
Sam and Tucker had to grab hold of each other to make sure neither got swept away by the increasingly riotous crowd after the battle ended. The ghost cops all jumped into action and soon enough were able to calm the crowd into a tamer simmering discontent.
Muttering continued between audience members as they finally started to settle back into their seats.
Tucker grabbed the shoulder of a Day of the Dead skeleton to his right. "Hey excuse me, what was that? What just happened?"
"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "A blob ghost, just taking out so many ghosts like that? It shouldn't be possible! Did it cheat? Did it bribe all those ghosts somehow? What does it want? We can't let a cheater get away with becoming the ghost king! We—"
"Wait!" Tucker waved his hands to grab her attention. "I just mean like, what are the rules of this tournament? How does this work?"
The woman sagged, scowling at Tucker. "If you care so little about this tournament, why are you even here?" she sighed. "It's the Ghost King Tournament. It'll have three rounds of one on one battles between eight contestants, and the final winner will be the new ghost king." She pointed down at the arena, where the ghost cops were now working on freeing the defeated contestants from ice. "That was a preliminary round. There'll be eight, with contestants randomly divided between them, and the last ghost standing at the end of each preliminary round will be one of the eight contestants."
Tucker nodded. "Okay. Thank you. That helps a lot."
The woman stood, dusting herself off. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go discuss this with someone who actually cares how it turns out."
Tucker turned back to Sam as the other ghost turned away, finding her having some debate about ghost races with a dangerous-looking ghost to her left. Tucker pulled her away from him. "Sam, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Sam looked like she was about to fire some final word at the large ghost behind her, but Tucker yanked her away into the crowd before she could.
Tucker grabbed her face in his hands. "Sam, that blob ghost Phantom is really powerful."
Sam's eyes narrowed. "We're not leaving."
"What do you mean?" Tucker glared at her. "What are we even doing here then? Putting our lives in danger for curiosity's sake?"
Sam grabbed his shoulders, holding him away from her. "Look, we may not be sure exactly what's important about what's going on, but this tournament is a huge deal. Seeing it could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience."
Tucker started to respond, but Sam interrupted him. "Plus, how much danger can our lives be in if we've somehow been sponsored by the Observant boss or whatever it was that police officer ghost said?"
Tucker frowned. "What was that about, anyway? Why would some important ghost want us here?"
Sam let go of Tucker and started tapping her chin. "I think the ghost mentioned that it was because we're the future ghost king's friends. But we don't have any ghost friends. Do you think it's some kind of mix-up? Did we actually fool them?"
Tucker shrugged. "Yeah. I don't know. It's weird." He straightened. "If we're not the right people, then... what'll happen when they find out the truth?"
Sam cringed. "So we might be in a little danger. Okay. Still, it's not like we'll ever get another chance like this."
Tucker curled in on himself. "I don't know. I don't like it. I feel like we're getting in way over our heads, Sam. We're supposed to be having a hangout with Danny right now! What are we going to tell him when we get back if he's been there waiting for us now?"
Sam pulled out her phone. "Do we have service—? No. Yeah, um. Okay. How about we compromise. If things start going south, if somebody tries to hurt us, we leave. Okay?"
Tucker rolled the idea around in his head. "Okay. Fine. I mean, yeah, I'm curious too." He shuffled awkwardly. "Do we have to watch all the prequalifying fights though?"
Sam smiled in relief. "No, we can probably find some hallway to hang out in 'til the one-on-one fights start. Thanks, man."
Tucker smiled wryly. "I'm the one who gets to call if things are getting too dangerous, 'kay?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine."
The two of them walked up towards the top of the audience seating, looking for an exit to somewhere else. The next pre-round was about to start, and it'd be better to get out of the way before things got exciting again.
Tucker worried there wouldn't be anywhere to go since most ghosts got around by flying, but thankfully they were able to find an exit to some hallways that could easily be reached by foot. Was this place based off of a human colosseum? Or was it originally built by humans? It'd be pretty interesting if the places in the ghost zone were the ghosts of places from the real world too.
The hallways weren't completely quiet and still had a fair number of ghosts milling about, but it was significantly more peaceful back here than out in the audience.
Sam and Tucker started strolling aimlessly down the hall.
"You know," Sam said, "If you don't want to be here, I could drop you off back at the Fentons' with the Speeder. You don't have to be here with me."
Tucker snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not leaving you here in some deep part of the ghost zone all alone."
Sam smirked. "I guess it is kind of nice having you here too."
They found a bench and sat down. "Too bad Danny's not here," Tucker said.
Sam leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. "His fault for being so late," Sam said. "Plus, he hasn't been that interested in ghost stuff anyway. Any time I try to talk about that blob ghost—Phantom—he's always changing the subject."
Tucker frowned, thinking.
Sam glanced at him. "What?"
"Why is it always us who see Phantom? It's not like it’s rare for the little guy to show up, but Danny's never been there when he does."
Sam tilted her head. "Well, huh." She frowned down at the floor. "Is he avoiding Phantom on purpose?"
"But how would he know when Phantom was gonna show up?" Tucker asked.
"I mean, whenever a ghost shows up for it to fight? I have noticed Danny taking bathroom breaks often when that happens." Sam tapped her fingers.
Tucker stared down at his shoes. "Correct me if I'm wrong. But didn't Danny always leave before the ghost would show up?"
"Oh." Sam nodded. "I mean, that makes sense. I was trying to remember why teachers would let him leave if a ghost was there. Makes more sense if he'd left before."
"Weird," Tucker said, folding his arms.
A flash of green zipped by at eye-level.
Tucker and Sam launched up from their seats. "Phantom!" Sam cried, dashing after him, and Tucker followed quickly after.
Phantom was far faster than the two humans were on foot, even when he was having to slow down to take turns in the narrow hallway. Soon enough they'd lost sight of the blob ghost, but kept tracing his path by asking nearby ghosts which way they'd seen him go.
Eventually they wandered their way down to a basement story, where there was some kind of ghost gym (it looked pretty similar to a human gym except that some things were floating). Phantom was visible repeatedly tackling a sandbag with enough force to send it swinging wildly, and the ghosts near him kept giving him nervous glances.
Sam strode up to the blob ghost and said, "Hey, Phantom!"
"AH!" the blob ghost jolted to a halt with an adorably high-pitched shriek.
Yeah, okay, Tucker was no longer scared. He walked up to the ghost and stood next to Sam.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Sam said with alarming respect towards a tiny creature with such an adorable voice.
Tucker coughed, trying to regain his composure.
Phantom muttered something about how he wasn't startled, and was Tucker imagining things or was his face a darker shade of green? Anyhow, "Well, what is it?" Phantom asked.
Sam drew herself up and cleared her throat with a level of professionalism that made Tucker wonder what was about to come out of her mouth. "As the ambassadors from the humans to this auspicious occasion, we'd like to ask you a few questions about you and this event."
Phantom scoffed. "You two are ambassadors? From what government? No one sends ambassadors to the ghost zone!"
Tucker glared at Sam with the intensity it'd take to telepathically call her an idiot for thinking that would work again.
"Uh," Sam continued. "Well, from America. We're the kids of the president!"
How far are you going to push this? Tucker telepathically glared.
Sam glanced at him and finally noticed his glaring and gave him a telepathic I dunno, man.
Phantom dipped down low in a mock bow. "Oh, my apologies, Princess Samantha." He froze.
"How'd you know her name?" Tucker asked.
"I- uh- I heard it? From someone? Didn't you mention it?"
"No?" Tucker said in bafflement.
"Uh, well, I think my fight is about to start!" Phantom gave a laugh that sounded very fake and anxious. "BYE." The blob rocketed out of the room.
There was an awkward silence in the gym as the other ghosts stared after Phantom. "I don't think they're even done with the pre-rounds yet," one of them muttered.
After a minute, the ghosts started going back to their exercising. Sam and Tucker looked at each other. "Is it just me," Sam began, "or did Phantom know a lot about the human world?"
Tucker frowned at the floor. "Maybe he died recently? And how did he know your name? Do we know him?"
Sam inhaled. "Something felt familiar about the way he talked. I can't put my finger on it."
Tucker shrugged. "He hurried away pretty quickly. Seems like even if we did know him, he doesn't want to talk to us."
Sam folded her arms. "Or he doesn't want us to find out."
...
If Danny was lucky, Sam and Tucker would write off that interaction as just weird and awkward and forget all about it. And then they wouldn't bother him anymore, and they'd never have to find out that he had secretly passed halfway into the afterlife in the most embarrassing way possible.
Danny was not lucky very often.
Still, he was trying to put it out of his mind. He had to be focused when it came time for his first battle. It would stink if he lost in the first round.
"Welcome to the first round of the Ghost King Tournament! Behold our first two contestants: Phantom the Blob and Skulker the Hunter!"
Both contestants entered the ring, and Danny saw who he was fighting. Was that a mech? His opponent looked like a robot. Maybe he was operating it through possession.
Skulker gave a condescending smirk. "I usually don't waste my time with common prey, but I'll make an exception this once." He lifted his arms, which unfolded into a gun. "Make this interesting for me, whelp."
Danny dodged away from the blast, hissing. "Since when are we allowed to use outside tools in this fight?!"
Skulker glared. "This mech is as much a part of me as any other ghost's power." He raised his arm cannon for another shot.
Danny dodged easily again, but the shots looked powerful enough that he didn't fancy getting hit by one. He should make this quick.
Danny tapped into his second core, pulling forth the power of space. He opened his mouth, letting loose a miniature black hole.
Crowd members shouted as they started being pulled towards the battle. Danny's eyes widened. Oops. He hadn't thought about that. With some focus, Danny managed to create a shield around the arena, stopping the force being exerted on the crowd and eliciting some relieved breaths.
Skulker, though, was still struggling against Danny's hole's gravity. Danny floated lazily beside it, waiting for it to do its work. Starting to look panicked, Skulker fired another blast at Danny but it curved into the black hole harmlessly. Skulker gave a cry of dismay as his arm gun broke loose and was consumed by the black hole. Danny smiled smugly.
"What are you?!" Skulker huffed as he pressed himself up against the wall.
Danny sneered. "I'm a ghost, just like you!"
Skulker looked terrified. "Blob ghosts can't do things like this."
"I can," Danny answered darkly.
The black hole grew in size, and Skulker's armor started ripping away piece by piece. He shrieked, trying to hold onto his breastplate, but it flew out of his grip. Skulker finally gave a last ditch effort to lunge at Danny with a set of blades, but Danny dodged easily and started firing his own ecto-shots to slice off whatever weapons he could see.
After another second, Skulker's entire silhouette seemed to break apart and fly towards the black hole. Danny yelled, zipped over and consumed the black hole before it could destroy the ghost.
He hovered there panting.
That. Had been too close.
Skulker's robotic limbs lay scattered across the arena. Danny was suddenly aware of how quiet the audience was.
He floated forward in dread. Nothing was moving.
"...Skulker?" Danny pleaded, drawing close to the disembodied head.
It broke open, and Danny screamed.
"Hey! Shut up! You won, okay?"
Danny froze.
Inside the opened robotic helmet was... another blob ghost. Kind of skinnier than Danny, with shrimpy little limbs. He sat up and glared. "I hope you're happy."
The audience burst into murmurings. Danny heard snippets again of what they were saying, accusations of cheating again, of collaboration, miscellaneous trash talk about blob ghosts.
Danny floated away from the blob ghost that was apparently the real Skulker. He hadn't killed him. That was good. Still, he'd probably need to be more careful with his powers in the next battles.
...
"Another blob ghost! Of course. Finally, something that makes sense. Of course a blob ghost could beat a blob ghost."
The ghost beside Tucker started laughing rather hysterically as pandemonium continued in the audience around them.
Tucker turned to Sam. "Did you see that?"
"You're gonna have to be a little more specific, Tuck," Sam responded.
"At the end there, after Phantom got rid of the black hole," Tucker said. "It looked like he was breathing. Panting."
Sam gasped. "You're right. And the black hole? Space powers?"
"Who's one of the people we know who's most likely to accidentally call you by your name? Your nickname?" Tucker said, feeling thoughts piece together in his mind.
He and Sam stood up as one and bolted out into the hall.
"What does it mean? It doesn't make sense!" Tucker called after Sam.
"I don't know! But we're going to get answers." Sam shot back over her shoulder as they ran.
The two of them pounded down a staircase, dashing down the hall and past a couple security guards. They yelled after them but were ignored by Sam and consequently by Tucker.
They reached their destination: the door where Phantom would come out after the battle. There he was, just about to head off down the hall.
"Phantom!" Sam called at the same time as Tucker yelled "Danny!" All three of them froze.
Tucker gulped. "I, uh. Wasn't planning to call you that."
Phantom swooped closer and bit Sam and Tucker's backpacks to drag them hurriedly into an empty side room.
He pushed them in and wrenched the door closed.
"You can't be yelling weird stuff in the halls at me," Phantom snapped in a voice that Tucker was now distinctly aware sounded almost exactly like Danny on helium. "I don't know who this Danny is, I don't know anything about him. What do you two want?"
Sam started spouting out their handfuls of evidence at the blob ghost's annoyed face, but Tucker started to tune her out as his mind whirled. This ghost was acting exactly how Danny would if he was annoyed, or even more like if he was pretending to be annoyed but was really trying to hide something.
"...Did you come from him?" Tucker said softly, almost not even aloud. "Were you born when Danny had that accident with the ghost portal?"
Phantom froze, looking at Tucker in alarm.
"Or... no, you were breathing back there, like a living human. Wait, and why-- you--" The pieces snapped into place. "You are Danny."
Phantom started to pull back, eyes wide and scared.
"Tuck?" Sam spoke softly.
"That's why you didn't show up this morning," Tucker breathed, piercing the ghost with his gaze. "Because you had the tournament to go to. It's why you've kept leaving class before ghosts show up and why you're late for things and busy so often these days. Because you're Danny. You're Phantom."
It all made sense in Tucker's head, but spoken the ideas sounded almost ridiculous. Almost, because Phantom looked far too alarmed. Like Tucker was right.
Sam gave a weak laugh, glancing searchingly between Phantom—Danny and Tucker. "What?" she asked.
Danny shrank down towards the corner. "I... I didn't... not like this..."
"What?" Sam asked desperately. "He's right? You-- Danny?"
Danny curled down further.
That was all the answer Sam needed. "What happened to you?"
Danny couldn't look at them. "The ghost portal half killed me. So I'm part my human me, and part... this."
Why didn't you tell us? Tucker wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. "And you were too embarrassed to tell anyone."
Danny nodded. "Nobody respects my ghost form. I wanted to use this tournament to prove to everyone that I'm not just some tiny cute ghost."
"Can we go back to the part where you're dead," Sam said dazedly.
Tucker ignored her. "So were you gonna tell us about this after winning?"
Danny tilted thoughtfully. "I dunno. Maybe."
Sam blinked. "I mean. Do you really need to do all this? I mean everybody already knows that you're crazy powerful, even if you're also kind of ado—" Tucker smacked her.
"For the record, this doesn't change how we see you, man. You don't have to win some crazy tournament for us to know you're cool." Tucker put out a fist for a fist bump before awkwardly remembering that Danny currently was a blob and had no fists.
However, Danny hovered up off the floor and gave a little smile before headbutting Tucker's fist. Tucker couldn't stop a little laugh from escaping. He was so squishy!
And adorable.
But he would die before saying that out loud again.
Chapter 3
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unusual oc asks
Thank you @gale-in-space for the tag!! :D I'm gonna talk about my boy Willabuck, because as of right now, he's definitely my most fleshed out.
Seasoning: Given his penchant for cooking, I think he knows the value of some garlic.
Weather: Right about freezing.
Color: He likes turquoise, but his motifs are in orange and yellow.
Sky: A very pink dawn.
House plant: I don't think he would deal well with the responsibility, but he can have like four succulents named Itsy Bitsy Teeny and Weeny.
Weapon: Longblade + Shield
Subject: in the academic sense, this man did NOT go to college. I think if he did, he'd like history the best.
Social media: Willabuck would ruin his life with Tiktok.
Makeup product: I don't think he wears a whole lot of makeup, if you don't count his emo phase. If you do, eyeliner. Lots of fuckin eyeliner.
Candy: I think he should have one of those big ridiculous lollipops.
Fear: Becoming completely numb :)
Ice cube shape: Crushed. I think he likes to chew.
Method of long distance travel: He will take the teleportation circle every time for convenience, but his favorite is just walking. That being said, he'd have a fucking riot on a really fast horse. An absolute ball.
Art style: doodle-core.
Mythological creature: My first thought was unicorn, but. No. We've had too many sessions of him geeking out about werebears. It's werebears.
Piece of stationary: Not much of a writer, this one. Probably sticky notes, if such a thing exists.
Celestial body: Shooting stars. I think the idea of something magic you can wish on appeals to him.
TYSM!!!! These were thinkers. Tagging @stripedscribe, @blissful-thinker, @feenyxblue, @seaglassxng
have an over-the-top painting of him with a full beard.
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Just a Little Further 23
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It's still early, so we go and find a cafe and have lunch. Once again, I don't have to use my voice, they just give us our meal for free. I really should get an idea about money though. I know they are called Skys, I know at least part of them are small green metallic coins - actually they look like the same metal the Throne and Chairs are made out of, I wonder if they are - and I know that everyone uses them here to buy stuff. I should ask about banks. We should pay a visit to one. I'm sure they'd be... happy to explain it to me.
That's for later though. For now, we work our way to the dock, and find the internal docking bay that Omar found.
Walking in, it becomes clear that we have a lot of work ahead. High Line is in here thanks to Omar earlier and it's...
It's junk.
Even when it was operating, it was clearly made up of a hodgepodge of between three and five different starships. This thing has been limping along on patches and ad hoc repairs for centuries it looks like.
Human ships from our side of the galaxy tend to be very personalized. Riots of color, patterns, little flourishes here and there that speak to the tastes and preferences of the operator. It's probably a function of the fact that all our ships are AI operated. It's their body, and they decorate and personalize it.
High Line is... downright drab in comparison.
Grey on grey with streaks of soot and... is that rust? It looks like rust. What would rust on a spacecraft hull? High Line is all boxes and blocks stuck together where they fit or where a need was found. I'm much more used to the sweeping, flowing shapes the Starjumpers have. In addition to looking fast, they look much more elegant. Even our smaller ships, the Frigates and Destroyers tend towards looking more like living creatures than... a box.
As I walk around staring at things and - apparently - making a sour face, Starlight, Ocean and River are standing there, looking nervous and worried. "So Empress... Here is High Line. We admit, it's a little more worse for wear than the ship you came to us on, but.." Starlight stands a little taller. "It got my forebears here all those years ago and through all that time put many light-years on it shuttling people around the system and still held air and gravity. It's not much to look at, but it was ours."
I mean, they're right. Maybe I'm being too hard on it. They got centuries of use out of with with barely any maintenance. All the more reason to refit it right and make it soar once again.
Omar seems like he's having a great time. Walking around, taking measurements going in and out. "Melody, it might not be much to look at now, but it's actually a pretty good foundation! We can add some improved thrusters, beef up the armor, add a wormhole generator and some laser batteries and while we won't be able to take on a dreadnought or even a Starjumper, we'll be able to hold our own against anything local we've seen. It's got plenty of room inside too. You won't have a suite of rooms like at the Royal Dawn, but I should be able to make you an... appropriately royal room.
"At this point a starship is better than no starship so I'll take what I can get. How long will the refit take, Omar?"
He looks at the ship, at the Aviens and then at me. "It will depend on their printer and how well we can integrate the designs from my copy of the database but maybe a month? Hopefully less?"
"Well then, you had better get started Omar. You spend your time getting High Line up to your satisfaction, and let me know about your progress. For now, we will be staying at the Royal Dawn. I don't know if there's other royal quarters that we just haven't found or if the hotel is made out of the original royal quarters, but I'm satisfied with our current accommodations. Make your own schedule and if you need something or someone, just let me know. Starlight" - I look pointedly at them - "can help you with any personnel needs you have." Starlight bobs their head eagerly. "If you need to speak to me or the others, you should be able to though the Reach. Just... concentrate and it should work."
"Okay Melody, I'll get on it. Come on Starlight, show me the printer. Ocean, go see what kind of help you can find for us. River, go see about the condition of the other starships. Some of them have to be operable, how else is food getting here?" Omar looks up at us as the Aviens run off in different directions to obey Omar. "What happened to Ottarn, that Mariens who took their ship and tried to run? If nothing else, we could use that ship."
"They went with FarReach. They told me that they scooped up Ottarn and their ship and were going to take them where they wanted to go."
"Hmm, do you think that means back to human space?" Um'reli asks and she's looking at the ship.
"I have no idea, I don't think so? I'm not sure what they'd find out there to benefit them."
This time Ava puts her hands on her hips and stares at us. "You mean, other that some sympathetic ears to listen to their story about a human who has installed herself as Empress in their space and might be willing to lend a hand with a couple of Starjumpers and their assorted lasers and missiles? You did lock the Gate after FarReach left, right?"
Uh oh. I forgot.
"Uh, sure thing Ava, let me just go... double check that it's locked. I reach out and I can feel the Gate from here though it's faint and... fuzzy. The lock was simple enough though I push here... pull that... and...
"Okay, yes, it's locked."
"Good. We don't want Ottarn coming back with reinforcements or something just yet. Later though... let them come. We'll show them." Ava's grin is worrying me a little bit. She seems much too excited about showing off.
I grab Ava and Um'reli "Come on, let's leave Omar to his work. We have other things to take care of. I think we're going to have to hire on some help, but before that we're going to have to figure out money."
Ava scoffs as we walk "You're still going on about money? Just make people help us out."
"Ava we're looking to help out here, not be overthrown in a couple weeks. If I make people help us, the moment we walk away people will start to wonder why they're helping us at all."
"Melody has a point Ava. What is it that we do here?" Um'reli is really good at throwing cold water on Ava's plans. I'm glad she came. Without her I have a hunch that Ava would be talking me into all kinds of bad ideas.
"Builders seem to work like the AIs on Starbases back home. So it's not like we have no job."
"Well then, let's go back to the Throne and do some work. I'm tired of walking around trying to mooch free stuff from people because they're scared of Melody." Um'reli stars walking back towards the Throne. I really don't have anything else to do, so I follow. "You coming, Ava?"
"I guess. I don't have anything else to do." Ava looks around somewhat wistfully and follows. I wonder what she was hoping to do instead. Probably have me order people to give her something.
As we walk into the entryway to the Throne - there's still no back door, I really need to find one or make one - something catches my eye. I walk over and... "It's a shrine"
"What?" Ava peeks over my shoulder "Oh, it's beautiful."
It really is. Someone made a drawing of us in some kind of pastel medium, like pencils or chalk. It's... me at the top, my wings spread wide and I'm glowing. Below that, it's Um'reli, Ava and Omar standing tall and proud looking up. Under that is a decent representation of hundreds of people bowing before us. Written on the bottom in the same local script I see all over it says "May They Protect Us." The drawing is on a little easel and there are flowers and candles all around it in a semicircle.
Protect them from what though?
"These flowers are amazing! I've never seen ones like this before" Um'reli bends down to get a closer look. She takes a deep breath "And they smell so good, Ava, Melody, you should smell them!"
Well if Um'reli, a K'laxi can smell them and not immediately break out in allergic hives, it's probably fine for us to smell too. I bend down low and... they smell... familiar? Why is that?
Ava straightens "These were grown. We need to find out where the gardens are and visit it!"
Um'reli stands as well. "After we get some work done Ava. We need to show everyone that we do something and aren't a drain on resources because Melody can order them around and they can't say no."
"What's the point of all this power if we don't use it!"
"Ava, we 'use it' like you want to and people will come after us with guns and knives. Who was the Empress before Melody?" Um'reli is looking hard at Ava.
"We have no idea."
"Exactly." Um'reli continues up the stairs to the Throne itself. I follow and Ava pouts but doesn't say anything further.
In the Builder room, Um'reli and Ava sit down. Their bodies go distant and they are integrating. "Okay Ava, Um'reli. You get down to work, I'm going to see about finding a bank and talking to them. Any idea where one is?"
"One moment Melody..." Ava is searching. "Okay, looks like a bank is down the street from the Administration building. It's not far."
"Thanks! Just reach out to me if you need anything." I head back out and down the stairs of the throne, passing by the little shine again. It really is cute, though I wish they put something a little more specific about what they wanted us to protect them from. Oh well, with our luck we'll find out soon enough.
It's not actually a long walk to the bank, Ava was right, it was just down the street from the Administration building. As I walk past I see that a couple people are cleaning up the barricades finally. I wave as I walk by, and they stand smartly and bow. Nice.
Soon enough, I come across what I assume is the bank. It's a large building, made out of the same material as the Administration building, marking it as very old. There is a large double door in the front made of what looks like the same metal as the coins everyone uses. The doors stand open with two people (an Azurian and a Mariens) standing out front. With a little wave to them, I walk in.
It's... a bank. Really. Tellers, little booths where people can discuss finance, even a little table before you get in line to fill out small slips of paper. I walk over to an Aviens who is sitting at a desk by the front door. They look up and do a double take when they see me. I'm not wearing my wings and crown anymore, but I still have on the gown from earlier.
"Uh, good day Holy One, what may this one help you with?" Holy One. Interesting.
"I would like to speak to the Bank Manager, please."
They rush to stand and their chair slides back with a squawk. "Of course, Holy One. Please, wait right here." The gesture over to a small group of chairs up against the wall. I can't really think of a reason why not, so I go over and sit.
Next to me is one of the pressure suited people. Up close, I can see how their suits are segmented metal colored bronze and completely decorated in elaborate carvings. They really are quite beautiful. Their helmets are almost completely featureless except for a bar where human eyes would be and there is what looks like a speaker on their neck.
I clear my throat. "Pardon me, I'm so sorry, but I haven't met one of you yet. Can you tell me your name and the name of your people?"
With just the most subtle clank and whir, they turn their head. "I am known as Vaaqo, and here, people call us Falor in your tongue." His head inclines slightly. "That is to say, the language that most people here speak call us Falor. I do not know your word for us in your Builder tongue."
"Falor is fine with me." I say brightly, and then stop. "Unless it is insulting to you or something."
They make a gesture with their hands. The Nanites indicate that they are indicating no. Oh, that makes sense! If they're suited all the time, most body language markers are lost. Hand gestures could take over for a bunch of nonspeaking conversation.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Vaaqo, thank you so much for the information. I have so many questions, but I will only ask one for now. Do you have to stay in your suit all the time?"
The same gesture meaning no. "We are fortunate that the upper sunward lobe of the Reach has a pressure door. We're able to maintain our helium methane atmosphere and higher ambient pressure and live suit free. The remains of our starship are installed up there, and we use it to control our own breathing gas."
They took their ship apart to survive? "Oh but that means you're trapped here! Once we open the gates and build more ships, we can send a message to your people."
Another gesture. The Nanites say it might be a smile "That is kind of you to offer, Empress. Before... well before, we were in the middle of a war. We were offered refuge here and so we do not know if any others of our kind remain. It will be... nice to find out for sure."
They're holding something back. I think they don't want to insult you.
It's fine. I see no need to compel them to tell me what they're hiding. It's probably something embarrassing to them or they think to me.
Luckily for all of us, you have no shame.
Ha ha.
As I argue with my Nanites, a Mariens walks up, looking nervous. "Hol-Empress, what a pleasant surprise. Thank you for taking the time to visit our fine financial establishment! My name is Utaid and I am at your service." He bows elaborately.
I stand and try to tower only slightly. I want to impress, not intimidate. "The pleasure is all mine Utaid, I am happy to have met you. I wish to open an account so that I will be able to pay people for services they render me."
They look shocked. "E-Empress, of course. We will do everything in our power to help. Since... all here is yours that of course includes all the money stored in the different banks across the Reach."
I nod. "While this is true, I am not a tyrant. I wish to make sure that people are paid and that operations continue as closely to before as possible. Please accept payment requests that come in from people in my name and keep records. We will do our utmost to make sure that the money going in is equal to or greater than the money coming out... in the long term."
They visibly relax. I wonder if they thought I was just going to come in and demand all the currency?
"It will be our most sincere pleasure Empress. We are proud that you have selected us to carry out your financial orders in Your name. We shall set up everything and dispatch a runner to you when it has been completed. I assume you are residing at the Royal Dawn hotel?"
"Yes, that's correct. How did you know?"
They look smug and embarrassed? How did they manage that? "Even though Reach of the Might of Vzzx is a very large starbase, rumors still seem to fly faster than light."
"Ah, thank you Utaid for all your help. I await your runners." They bow low again and I walk out.
Huh, that was easy. I guess people are starting to realize that I really am Empress and I really am trying to help everyone. Feeling very happy, I begin to walk back to the Throne.
"Uh, Melody there might be a problem." Um'reli's voice sounds worried in my head. She figured out how to contact me directly, very nice!
"What is it Um'reli?"
"Just a minute ago, I saw what looked like an alert. Ava and I checked it out and there's something going on at the main transit hub station. We either don't understand the alert or can't ready it yet. Can you check it out please?"
"Oh neat! I haven't been there yet. Sure, I'll go down and check it out. You two stay up there and be my eyes and ears."
The transit station is right around the corner from the bank. It reminds me a lot of photos of transit stations back on Earth. platforms, people milling about, advertising. But I see no crowds or anything worrying. I connect to the Starbase and think to Ava and Um'reli "I don't see any problem here, what's going on?"
"It's not here, it's at the main station. Get on the next train and ride two stops, you'll see it."
Oh, okay. Just as Ava finished speaking, a train rolls up. Like a lot of this place, it clearly was very fancy a long long time ago. The fact that it's still working is pretty impressive, even if it looks a bit run down. I walk on, and look around. There are seats all along the walls of the train car and poles along the middle to hang on to. Mentally I shrug and sit down near the door. After a moment, there's a trilling chime and the doors close.
With a lurch and a hiss of brakes, we get moving. I wonder if this train is automated, or if someone drives it. I should ask later. I'm lost in thought for the ride through the first station stop, but then I look around and realize everyone is staring at me.
"Oh, Hello!" I say brightly.
Immediately, the people closest to me drop to the ground, bowing their heads. "Oh, thank you, but you don't have to do that right now, please just sit. I'm just riding the train over to the hub station. My Builders tell me there's some kind of issue and I'm going to check it out."
"But, Empress... Surely you have people that you can send to do that for you?" It's a Mariens sitting across from me. They look amused.
"Oh not right now. I'm... between retainers and assistants right now. One of my Builders, Omar is helping to repair the High Line, that Aviens ship, and my other two, Ava and Um'reli are sitting in their Chairs, assisting with the operation of the Reach." Oh wait. "Do you want a job? I do find myself needing more people to help out with-" I gesture "-all this. I'm not sure how much to pay yet but I did just come back from the bank, so I'll be able to pay you; I'm sure I'll work all the rest out soon enough."
The Mariens chuckles "Thank you for the generous offer Empress, but I quite like my job. If you so order it... of course I'd help. If you're just asking though, no thank you."
"Oh, that's quite all right. I don't want to order you. But, if you know anyone that would like to help, have them come to the Throne chamber tomorrow, we'll see what we can do!" I look around at everyone trying very hard to look like they're not listening in. "That goes for anyone here too! If you want a job, come see us, if you know someone that does, send them. I need help, and I would love for it to be you!"
And with that same trilling chime, the doors open and I'm at the hub station.
Ah. Okay. I see what Ava and Um'reli are talking about.
There's a riot.
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trashworldblog · 19 days
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ITS BEEN ONE YEAR SINCE SHANE SWEEP!!!
holy shit, omygod. what a ride. me and @shaniacsboogara and @outer-space-face had such a great time spreading propaganda, and it was SO COOL seeing how far our little SHANEanagians spread around this website (and even breeched containment and jumped to twitter!) seeing people we dont have connections to talk about this whole fiasco was so funny and cool and, yes, we've probably seen all of it. shout out to [funnyman blog, rip] for starting this whole thing
speaking of the trophy... shes ready to be sent... its time for shane to receive his prize... his reward... for being silly...
and of course, thank you to all the watcher folk i appreciate all the work they are doing over there. its such a delight every week to watch their content, and they have brought me so many friends online and off. They make so much good stuff, and everyone involved in their process is super talented.
its been a riot of a time! heres to a ton more jokes and bits with you all :D
-Beth :)
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Arkhelios Adventures
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"Welcome to the Academy, young apprentice. All of your belongings have been placed in the dorm, where you can move in when you're ready. Do you have any questions?"
Ewan Maricourt beamed with pride when introducing his school to a promising new apprentice. Pleasantview had a strong generation of magic users at present, and Ewan couldn't be prouder of them. As much as he was wary about his son's demon boyfriend and affinity for blood magic, Theo was talented and he brought out the best in his son's spells. Adam producing the Maricourt wand at his age was a point of pride that Ewan made sure to mention at length to the other parents of students. Remy was also doing well, even if she wasn't as engaged with the subject matter as her brother. Elowen also stood out in class. As much as Ewan was relieved to be divorced from her, Edana raised her children to be exceptional magic users.
"No, I think I'm good," the student said, appearing to look at the school with what could only be described as apathy. "Once you've seen one school, you've seen them all."
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"Attention, students! We've got a new student joining us today. Please welcome to the Academy, Hayden Hanes. They scored extremely high on our entrance exam and will be an excellent candidate to join the Pleasantview coven upon graduation. Please make them feel welcome."
Ewan left the students together to introduce themselves and retreated to the staff quarters to collect his thoughts. No one had ever looked upon his academy with apathy. No one. Not even when he was a student himself. Hayden's exam score was the only reason that they'd been admitted mid semester. It wasn't uncommon, Adam's boyfriend had had a similar entrance to the school, but Hayden's lack of academic knowledge was still baffling. Theo had had to be introduced to basic magical theory and academic structure when he joined at age six. Hayden was sixteen and had about the same level of academic experience. They knew very little about how to set up a cauldron for potions, but their potion work was exceptional. Their abilities rivaled Ewan's himself, which was incredible for a teenager.
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"Hi, I'm looking forward to working with all of you," Hayden said with confidence. "I've heard a lot about some of you. Some of you even practice old, extinct magic from what I hear. It's rare to meet someone else who can perform blood magic."
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"Of course they're only interested in Theo," Lexy sighed. "Every single person who walks through the door only wants to talk about Theo and blood magic. He's turning our school into a side show."
"I did some blood magic too," Adam insisted, missing Lexy's point. "And Hayden can too, apparently. Maybe the one holding the school back is jealous people like you."
Remy tried to listen to her twin, but she was distracted. Adam had finally decided to raise his voice since reading their parents the riot act at the Maricourt meeting and now he couldn't be stopped. It was always "Theo this" and "Theo that" and "isn't Theo great?" It was enough to make a sister want to vomit. Adam was insufferable and Theo only made things worse.
But this new kid had potential. Maybe Remy could get on Hayden's good side and have them tutor her so she could finally make Adam shut up about her skills. Hayden was also easy on the eyes. She wasn't about to cheat on Malika, but a girl could still appreciate beauty when she saw it.
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"Thanks for coming, Edana. I need your opinion on something."
Edana Darktide-Traver glared at her ex-husband, but couldn't deny being curious as to what could possibly need her input. Since the meeting, things had been frosty between the ex spouses. Adam's outburst had divided the two, as most of his blame had rested on his mother, while Ewan seemed to get a pass despite sharing her opinions on Theo.
"It must be something important for you to call," she said. "Do you have another bastard kid that you found out about?"
"No, it's this new student," Ewan replied, ignoring Edana's comment. "There's something off about them and I just can't figure it out. Everything about them is weird and I can't put why finger on why exactly."
"A new student? So what? Expell them if you don't feel right about it. This isn't my problem."
Edana turned to leave, but her ex-husband reached out for her before she could exit the strange conversation.
"No, I mean it, Edana. I-I need your thoughts on the matter. You've always had a gift for seeing the intentions of others. If there's something dangerous about this student, I know that you can feel it."
"Oh? I wasn't able to see your intention to throw me under the bus with the kids. We both went to that meeting and Adam's only angry at one of us."
"You got carried away by yourself," Ewan snapped, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault that you were so hard on Adam."
"You were just as hard on him! You know what? Figure out this mystery on your own, Ewan. I'm done with this. We're not married anymore, and I'm not in your coven. I'm done with you."
"Edana, wait! I'm not wrong about this kid, I know it! I-Remy has a crush on this kid! It was clear as day from the moment they locked eyes. We need to get ahead of this for our daughter's sake."
Edana's eyes narrowed dangerously. He didn't seem like he was lying, but this too could be a trick. Ewan wasn't above lying to get what he wanted and he knew that she would do anything for her children. However, it would be just like Remy to rush into something with someone completely inappropriate; Watcher only knew that Adam was doing the exact same thing.
"Fine," she conceded, grinding her teeth to keep from hexing her ex. "What else is weird about this kid?"
"They can execute dangerously powerful magic, but they don't have a clue about the correct stances or potion etiquette. They were bored looking at the school for the first time and said they'd seen several other impressive magical schools."
"So? The whole world doesn't revolve around Pleasantview, you know. There are other schools."
"Name three," Ewan replied skeptically. "No, that's too hard. Name one. There hasn't been a school to rival ours in centuries. Centuries. It's weird."
Edana frowned, but refused to indulge her ex.
"You're thinking about time, aren't you? That demonic bitch and her inept warlock got to you with stories of time travel and alternate universes? Well, they're wrong. Time doesn't work that way. This kid isn't a time traveller or whatever else you think. They're unimpressed with your school because it's tired and dated, not because they've walked the halls of ancient schools of magic."
"They have no guardian," Ewan insisted. "Their emergency contact can't be reached. I'm not even sure that they paid their tuition fees, but the office insists their story is true."
"So this sixteen year old is mind controlling your staff? Can you even hear yourself? Give me something tangible to work with instead of your guesses."
"Just...just keep an eye on them," Ewan said at last. "I can't prove it, but I know we need to look into this kid more. Call it a hunch. Please?"
"For Remy's sake, I'll try," Edana sighed. "I don't want her to stumble because of your poor parenting."
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"Hayden" made sure to memorize every picture on the walls as they made their way toward the dining hall. Many of them were familiar.
I met him more than once. I went to her father's funeral. That guy was such a pain in the ass, the stories don't do him justice.
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"Okay, warlocks. How do warlocks act? They're all about the wands and crystals- no that's just that specific coven. Think. You can do this. How many warlocks have you watched? Tons. Just wave your wand around and act pretentious, it's only for a little while."
Hayden pressed their palms against the wood table, drawing their focus to the mission at hand. Just laying their hands on the once living wood of the table, they could feel the remnants of what had once been. This had once been a mighty tree until it had been ripped from its roots and hacked apart to serve the dominant species of the planet. The tree still remembered the nest of birds that returned year after year to shelter in it. It remembered the way that sunlight felt against its bark, the way squirrel nails dug into its bark as they fought in the branches. It was a carcass now, empty of life, the cold darkness of death filling its every atom.
I could change this. It's too easy, really. Would it look like magic to the witches? It's not a bad idea to get some practice in.
Under their fingertips, the wood of the table began to awaken. Death had held it for centuries, but a faint ripple of energy pooled beneath their hands, echoing the faint memory of life and the ebb and flow of the ocean's waves.
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"What are you up to? Can I join? You look lonely."
Remy blinked, trying to formulate a response to this reply.
Lukas snapped to attention, embarrassed to have been caught off guard. They had a purpose here and the intoxicating memory of sunlight and waves had left them vulnerable. They were trying to pass as a warlock, while trying to dispel Death's power simply because they were nervous. Of course warlocks didn't have the ability to regenerate life in the way they did. This young witch had interrupted them before they blew their own cover, inadvertently helping their mission.
"I was just thinking," they replied smoothly. "Thinking about the universe and the magic that governs it. Do you know how many generations of witches and warlocks came before us? You can feel their energy in the air around us, even if their names have faded into history. They're never fully gone from this world. Death thinks he's claimed them for himself, but the remains of their lives echo forever around us."
"Yeah. That's for sure. My dad may have written a paper on that, I'm pretty sure," she lied, watching the being beside her react to her reaction. "Do you want to talk about it over some coffee?"
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"What is she doing? She can't possibly be flirting with the weird new kid. Isn't she dating your aunt or whoever?"
Adam watched as his sister continued to edge closer to the mysterious teen.
"They're practically running away from her, I think we're safe," Theo noted. "Do you get a weird vibe from that kid too? There's something not right about them."
"Yeah. Maybe they're some rare kind of demon. They looked like they were staring at you in class this morning, maybe the sovereign sent them to report on you. I know I've heard that name before, I just don't remember from where. Have you heard of a Hayden Hanes before? Maybe they're distantly related and famous or something."
"I've never heard of it before," Theo replied. "It sounds fake."
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"I'm kind of seeing someone actually," Lukas replied truthfully. Their relationship with Death had started the instant they came into existence and would endure even when the sun burned itself out. Humans could never measure up to a deity who returned their intense romantic feelings and had known them for millennia. Death was everything to Lukas and that would never change. He had even given his weary consent to this plan as long as no one mysteriously vanished and Lukas never embarrassed their teenage children with this scheme. Seeing as their twins attended another school entirely, Lukas was confident that they would never suspect their parent was wandering around Pleasantview disguised as a teenager.
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"Oh yeah, me too," Remy said quickly. "Me and Malika have been dating for a while now. My parents hate it, so naturally I'm probably going to marry her someday. Unless I can find someone they hate even more."
She chuckled nervously as her brain tried desperately to think of something cool to say to salvage this conversation. Nothing came to her.
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"Hey Theo. Hey Adam."
Travis Maricourt walked by Theo and his boyfriend, interrupting their view of Remy and her poor decisions.
"Oh! Travis! I need to talk to you! How did you do on the deadly curses exam?"
Theo scurried down the hall after the teen, dragging Adam with him.
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"So where are you from?" Remy asked, clearly not taking the hint that Lukas wanted some privacy to practice their disguise.
Lukas paused, thinking of how best to answer that question. It was a fairly innocent one that they needed to have a consistent answer for.
"My dad's side of the family is from Pleasantview," they said truthfully. "Are there still Brokes around? It's been a long time, they may have all died or moved away by now."
"I don't think so," Remy replied. "I've never heard of any at least. Are they magic users? Maybe they moved to a different country's coven. You could always check the records. Maybe you have a cousin or an aunt or something that your dad doesn't know about."
"Hmm. I think it's been a little too long. My grandmother's name was Brandi. She went missing long before I arrived in the world and it devastated my dad. I don't think he'd appreciate me tracking his relatives down."
And it would be thousands of years too late. My father died eons ago along with any remainder of the Brokes.
"Are you really close to your dad?" Remy asked. "You must miss your parents. Boarding school is hard on everyone. I know Theo's parents really struggle with it and so does he, even if he won't admit it. It's okay to miss your parents. Unfortunately for me, my dad works here along with my half-sister, so I see them all the time."
Lukas paused, tracing a pattern on the table with their finger.
"No, I don't speak to my dad," they answered. "We had a falling out a long time ago and he said some horrible things. I'm close with my other father though. It doesn't matter. I have my own family now."
Remy gave them a strange look, and Lukas kicked themselves for nearly blowing their cover once again.
"I mean, I have a found family," they corrected. "My...boyfriend and friends."
Certainly not my husband and three kids. Nope, no one needs to know about them. Or my two ex-wives and kids with them.
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"Travis, can I borrow your notes for the test on Friday?" Theo asked frantically. "Adam and I skipped class to, uh, study for another test."
Lukas' attention snapped from Remy and zeroed in on Theo's conversation. Here was the reason for this disguise in the first place. What was the little demon up to? What business did he have with the adopted son of a reaper and the biological son of the very witch who tried to destroy the Grim Reaper? It was suspicious and Lukas vowed to keep an eye on any further interactions between the two.
"Hayden?"
"Sorry," Lukas apologized. "I got distracted. You were saying?"
"Come hang out with me and Malika this weekend," Remy repeated. "You can bring your boyfriend and we could double date. There's a new horror movie coming out that we could see."
"Why not make it a triple date?" Lukas pressed. "Bring your brother and Theo too. The more the merrier, you know?"
"You mean hang out with my brother? I guess," Remy replied. "Theo and Malika don't always get along, but you're new here so I think they can share a movie theater for your sake."
"Awesome. It's a date then."
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imagine stede as a funny little youtube man
his channel is about different kinds of fabric and how to take care of them. also, for some reason, about pirates. he has like 20 videos about them. no one knows why. it's just kind of his Thing now.
from the very beginning, his videos are weirdly well-produced; pro camera, pro lighting setup, cool backdrop, etc.
he starts gaining a respectable following slowly, but ends up going viral within a few months. for most people who discover his channel, it goes something like this:
you see one of his videos in your recommended, and wonder why it's on there. you have no interest in the history of silk, its production, or how to properly care for it.
but then you see that the video has a million views, and it's about fifteen minutes long, so you click on it just to see what all the hype is about.
at first, the video is exactly what the title promises it will be. and okay, maybe you can see the appeal a little bit because this Stede guy is SUCH a riot. he says some of the weirdest things, and he's got this cute little awkward character thing going on (because it has to be a character he's putting on, right? no one's actually Like That, right?)
so you're intrigued enough to keep watching, and occasionally stede makes a comment to the guy behind the camera, and their interactions are kind of funny, because the camera guy is obviously a lot younger than stede and is more versed in the ways of the internet. he explains "what the kids are into" to stede. maybe translates some comments from stede's other videos that he hadn't understood.
their exchanges are pretty hilarious, and you find yourself getting invested. if you're queer, maybe it's at this point that your gaydar really starts going off (if it hasn't been going from the very beginning).
and THEN, suddenly, there's the sound of a door opening, and a person coming in, already complaining about something
stede looks off camera at them, his expression affronted.
the person comes on camera, then looks right at it, and his expression lights up.
"cheers, my dears!" he says by way of greeting, with a little wave. and then he turns to stede and starts complaining to him about someone named "Karl" and how he won't stop shitting everywhere, and "Buttons" refuses to do anything about him.
you're watching this interaction with your mouth wide open, wondering if it's staged. you decide you don't even care if it is, because it's so funny. stede looks so annoyed! but he still gets up with a sigh and walks off camera, presumably to settle things with Karl and Buttons.
the screen cuts then to stede again, back in his previous spot, as he continues talking about silk, completely ignoring the previous interruption and never bringing it up again.
you listen for the rest of the video, and nothing else happens. you don't pay any attention to what stede's saying anymore because you can't stop thinking about karl, and wondering what the fuck is up with him.
you go down into the comments, and see it's full of people saying things like "lol, classic karl" and "omg!! cheers, frenchie! been a while since we've seen you!" and "aklsjalsjdkaskld lucius has nerves of steel, i think i'd die if i had to explain the meaning of 'daddy' to my own father figure"
you don't know what you've stumbled onto, but you thank god that you decided to click on this video because it's the highlight of your day.
you click on another of stede's videos, and then another and another and another. this is what you learn from them: yes, lucius is always there to play translator for stede about internet lingo. no, stede doesn't always get interrupted by one of his friends, but it happens often enough that his viewers seem to have become familiar with everyone in his friend group. yes, stede is a little bit dorky and his fans will be the first ones to admit that but if you ever see any hate directed towards him in the comments there's always dozens of comments defending him and telling the hater to fuck off.
also, stede has this weird obsession with pirates. you figure it makes about as much sense as anything else about the guy.
before you know it, it's been three hours, you've seen two dozen of stede's videos, become intimately acquainted with his friends and their dramas, and you realize with a sinking feeling that you've become weirdly invested in this strange little man.
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quickhacked · 1 year
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– SHIP SONGS.
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vincent x vitali || mikhail + vincent || mikhail + vitali
cwjbhn - jake scott, josie dunne mikhail & vitali, teen years
even if it doesn't work out, even if it doesn't make sense // and you never see me again, can we just be happy now
and all that i know is here in this moment // sun is still setting over the ocean // here in this light the green in your eyes is all that i see // i'm right where i wanna be
director's commentary: this song is specifically what i have in mind for their last evening together before mikhail moves to the other side of town. i added the second bit because that's literally what they spent their evening doing; watching the sunset on the docks together, and vitali gifted mikhail a necklace nadya had given him to one day give to his significant other. vitali believed he would never find someone so he wanted mikhail to have it instead
i don't want to watch the world end with someone else - clinton kane mikhail & vitali, years apart [vitali pov]
but i've, i've finally realized // if this is our last goodbye until we're gone // who cares about the wrongs we've caused ourselves // 'cause i don't wanna watch the world end with someone else
falling deeper, deeper into hopeless thinking // remember when you pulled me out // wishing you would come around again // when the room goes quiet // i'm hit with my regret like a riot // reminds me what i really want // but have i waited for too long?
director's commentary: vitali loses his phone and with that loses contact with mikhail for six years. he believes he's never going to see him again and most of his bad decisions during their years apart are a direct result of mikhail's absence
i don't wanna be okay without you - charlie burg mikhail & vitali, years apart [mikhail pov]
now i can't find the words to say // that'll be the perfect balance between loud and clear // and i can hear so well, your lovely voice inside my head // saying you love me, oh // but i only think of you, will we be together soon? // i'm thrown to the wayside, you're planted in my mind // but i don't wanna be okay without you
director's commentary: mikhail is also not handling losing vitali well. he believes it's his own fault- thinks he didn't make enough effort to keep in touch with vitali and now he's ignoring him because of it. mikhail is trying a bit harder to move on, mainly because he has to focus on school a lot; but he can't help but keep thinking about vitali and wondering if he will ever see him again
anyway - noah kahan mikhail & vitali, reunited at arasaka
today you looked older than me // hair in your face, it fills the space between your teeth // and all of your falling, does it get exhausting? have you gotten sleep? // you said you were sorry that you hadn't called me in over a week // and i said, always, i'll wait
director's commentary: when mikhail and vitali reunite at arasaka, they move on very quickly from everything that happened mainly because they no longer want to think about it. but both of them realize that things are different now; and they worry about each other, not used to each other's new habits and quirks and especially mikhail worries a lot about vitali. but he also stays patient with him. they have all the time in the world now
boy who has everything - annika bennett vincent & vitali, late 2076 [vincent pov]
what do you give to the boy who has everything? // his world is almost too good to be true // what do you say when he's starting to let you in // and you see he's better off without you?
director's commentary: when vincent and vitali meet, vincent falls in love very quickly but also worries that because of their differences vitali will never be interested in him like that. his self-confidence at that point is basically below rock bottom and all of it together causes him to be very anxious about being in love at first
higher - blanks mikhail & vincent, early 2077
sun is going down, we go look for adventure // both a little scared, but it's better together // maybe it's the way that you looked in my eyes // i haven't been able to get you off my mind // driving through the valley, got your hands in my hair // tell me where you wanna go and i'll take you there
director's commentary: vincent and mikhail take a while to become friends because vincent is at first intimidated by mikhail, while mikhail just struggles making new friends in general. they're both essentially stepping out of their comfort zone a bit to befriend each other and because of it get a fresh new start and it's all worth it in the end, and that's the vibes this song gives me
meteor showers - andy kong vincent & vitali, early 2077 [vitali pov]
tell me it's love that i'm feeling // if it's not then i'm afraid my heart cannot take much more // you're staring up // i can't take my eyes off you // 'cause i realize the reason why i'm here tonight and what i breathe for // and i found love while dreaming of meteor showers
director's commentary: vitali has been with many men in the past but none of them have made him feel quite as vincent does. he also falls in love relatively fast but at first tries to just shrug it off, feeling like he should just focus on his professional life- but it's impossible to get vincent out of his head and he is very deeply in love with him now and it's too late to back out of that
tongue tied - grouplove mikhail & vincent, 2077
take me to your best friend's house // i loved you then and i love you now // don't take me tongue tied // don't wave no goodbye
director's commentary: another song that's just a bit more fun, mikhail and vincent's dynamics are just very fun and they love each other so much by now. it's interesting how they both started out very shy and nervous around each other but at the same time didn't want the other to walk away; some of that still lingers now, but they're enjoying the time they have together anyway
i don't wanna know - goldhouse, mokita all three of them, 2077+
if the sky's about to fall or if we lose it all // if we make it or we don't, i don't wanna know // if the music starts to fade and this feeling slips away // don't wake me when you go, 'cause i don't wanna know
director's commentary: despite the fact only vincent and vitali are actually together, they do all three live together and have become such an important part of each other's lives that they all can't go too long without each other. all three of them often worry that they'll still end up alone somehow; but they will in fact spend the rest of their days together, as long as they live
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Several days late, but eventually, the Clive has Arrived!
Just like the annual Naranja-Uva Summer Sandwich Squabble, or NUSSS! Tune in this weekend to watch your favorite students, staff, and even celebs?!?! attempt to make sandwiches in a variety of wacky and comedic scenarios, such as:
Balancing the sandwich on a yoga ball!
Using ingredients requested in MewTube MegaChats!
Battling for possession of key ingredients!
Three-Legged Race style teamwork!
Being sung at by a Jigglypuff!
Whatever unexpected weirdness comes up and gives Director Clavell a migraine at the last minute!
This year, all proceeds from the NUSSS go to speeding our current accessibility renovations of the school, with all excess being donated to the Open World Project--a charity dedicated to bridging the challenges that make it difficult for disabled young people starting out on journeys! We hope you tune in or show up this Saturday and Sunday!
Now, without further ado, it is time for the next installment of:
Clive Update!
Today we have a guest from behind the scenes who needs little to no introduction: the girl, the myth, the one who saves me from many an episode of cringe: Miss Penny!
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...Did you have to look so... disappointed in this photo?
It's my personal form of protest. Also, for the record, right before you took this photo you had just asked me what AO3 is. I don't know what face you were expecting.
...Clive, what the fuck are these colors?
It's your red and blue hair! I figured your text had to match your stylin', snazzy 'do... No? No.
Pink. I just want pink. Thank you.
Anyways, did you really run out of guests this fast? What, did Rika drop you or something because you were going to ruin her brand? Shit, I bet that's exactly what happened.
Language! And she just... needed to reschedule. Very busy woman.
Mhm. Yeah. That's what they all say. That's like saying you went to a hotel with a friend and the only available room had one bed...
What?
AO3 things. I'll explain later.
Anyways, Pride? Obviously it's pretty important to me. I mean... really. I don't think anybody's guessing the programmer girl with a big hoodie and two-tone hair is super cishet.
My experience of being free to be myself is something built off of generations of work and protest by LGBT+ people. The first Pride was a riot spearheaded by trans women of color, and it's important to remember our roots to see how far we've come, and how far we have left to go. So Pride, to me, is a continued, "We're here and we're weird! And we're not stopping anytime soon!"
...Shit, that's just Team Star, isn't it.
Penny... I... I think that's the most comprehensive, educational answer we've had here! And I didn't even have to ask you...
Y-yeah, of course it is. You're welcome.
...Anyways, uhh, what's your follow up question? You do have one, right?
...Hm. How are you liking it here on campus, now that Team Star has re-integrated into classes?
W-wha... I wasn't expecting that one, dude! I'm... getting along okay! I've got... my greatest treasure... here, after all.
And Nemona... annoyingly loud as she is... has been really nice to me too. Plus, I've got my Veevees! And of course, how could I forget my best. Pal. Clive. Who's definitely not just cringe incarnate tormenting me until the end of my short, miserable little life.
That's a JOKE, before you start getting all emotional on me, by the way!
I forgot how wounding teenagers can be... Ah! My heart! It has been pierced! And it is all Miss Penny's fault!
Geez. You're not half bad... sometimes. Come on. In return for this, you're proofreading my new My Palafin Academia hero/rival hurt-comfort slow burn fic.
I don't understand the meaning of half of those words, but I am terrified nonetheless!
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invisiblegarters · 8 months
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Be My Favorite Ep 9
Dammit this is going to make me want sushi.
Guess I wasn't wrong that the face Pear made in last ep was about family issues and not missing out on Kawi time. Pear has totally not forgiven her mom, PIsaeng.
Pisaeng is never getting a kiss if he keeps trying to hint around to it. Also ultimatums this early? Come on we all knew Kawi would choose the band.
Oh no. Now I'm beginning to see why Pisaeng gets drunk.
No good deed and all that. I am not actually a fan of this.
Pear is breaking my heart. I'm beginning to see why she is so obsessed with creating a family of her own. Can I just say how much I love that the show is giving her motivations and desires outside of what is going on with Kawi? Because I really do. I love that all these characters clearly have their own internal lives happening in spite of Kawi.
I like drunk and belligerent Pisaeng. Although that kiss is totally a fake out and we all know it. We've seen the trailer, people!
Kawi you are going to need to kiss him sober if you're sure about this dating thing.
And oh no, not Not. Come the fuck on, show. Why Pear doesn't just ignore him is beyond me. NOT THIS IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS MY GOD. I really do not like this guy. And I am really really really hoping that this isn't the excuse the show needs to turn Pear awful, because I will riot. Pear is too good a character to suddenly swerve into the scorned faen.
pffft
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A ways back, babes. You (and Pear) are litterally the last to know.
Well good on Kawi for addressing the money issues immediately. I mean that. It's a worry for him that could easily breed resentment so I like that he's tackling it head on instead of ignoring it until it becomes a problem.
Okay no seriously what the everloving FUCK is wrong with these people. I hate Not you guys. If they try to redeem him I swear to god...
That whole bit with Pear was really good. We shall see what comes of it later I guess but it was realistic for the moment. I don't think that she's angry like she is with her mom, but I do think that she's upset, and that's okay. It's okay that she needs some time to think about this whole thing because frankly, finding out that the person you like likes someone else is upsetting, especially when you had cause to believe that he was into you.
Also I hope Pear is meeting Not to chew him out. I would hate it if what he did succeeded in driving Pear to him. Would hate. I say again, girl, love yourself more. Please.
I do think she's turning to Not now because she feels abandoned by both Pisaeng and Kawi, and she definitely is looking desperately for something to fulfill her but I really wish that she would take Not to task for his gross meddling. Because it's not his job to out those two, it's not his job to make sure Pear knows the truth. UGH he is such a slimeball I hate him.
And Kwan you can do so much better. Good god why do people like this guy? He's so slimy.
Oh, thank goodness. I was really worried she was actually going to turn to Not like in the worst future but no, she just wanted to help her friends. And I like that she was up front with him about not liking him in that way. My guess is that he preyed on her heartbreak in the worst future too. Because let's not pretend that that's not exactly what he was hoping to do here. He didn't tell her about Kawi and Pisaeng out of any real desire to help her or spare her further heartbreak. He told her because one, he wanted her to feel grateful to him and two, he was hoping that that gratefulness as well as her inevitable mix of emotions upon finding out abut them - confusion, anger, heartbreak, uncertainty, a metric fuckton of vulnerability - wouldn't make her turn to him as a new option. And that is gross.
I knew she was awesome. I love Pear, you guys. I want to pluck her out of this story and place her somewhere where she gets all the things she deserves.
Another solid episode. The only thing that really could have made it better would be if Max had been around. He better be there next week.
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atamascolily · 4 months
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princess tutu re-watch, episode 15
awwww yeah, Coppelia episode!
(of all the ridiculous classic ballet plots, Coppelia is my favorite because it's literally "guy makes a doll so realistic, a teenage boy falls in love with it, only to nearly get sacrificed by its creator to bring her to life, but is rescued by his girlfriend pretending to be the doll, and then they get married like that whole thing didn't just happen". There's also an alternate, happier version where the creator helps the girlfriend troll her boyfriend for the lulz instead of trying to kill him, but either way, he gets a bag of money at the end, and it's a riot.)
also the parallels with Drosselmeyer, puppets, and everything going on with Rue and Mytho are obvious
Ahiru: Gosh, it sure was weird Mytho leaped out the window and I had to rescue him again! I sure hope nothing's wrong.
Fakir (watching Mytho sleep in a totally not-creepy way): I have no idea what's happening, but it's probably bad.
Fakir is right! It turns out that evil!Mytho is accusing Fakir of pushing him out of the window, and everyone believes it-- except for Ahiru, of course.
Neko-sensei's like, "look, you two, I've seen people do crazier things for love, so the best solution is for you two to no longer be roommates" but of course Mytho will not stop there.
conveniently, no one pays any attention to the random duck wandering around with a bundle of clothes on her back. Just a normal day at Gold Crown academy, apparently.
we learn from Pike that in addition to seeing Fakir push Mytho out the window, all of the eyewitnesses saw a "white bird" (Tutu) save him, as if he's protected by "the God of Dance", so not everyone can see her/notice the effects.
Mytho (looking at Pike and licking his lips): you have such a great heart. I'm going to eat it. Just rip it out and devour it whole. And--this is the best part--you're gonna thank me for it.
Fakir, your anger management issues and brusque manner, while understandable, are not winning you any friends here.
The evil raven is an eldritch horror living in what is basically a PMMM labyrinth, and a single talon dwarfs Rue completely.
here we see the real villain isn't Rue, but her "father", who has gaslighted her into believing herself ugly (because she's human) and that he and Mytho are the only people who can love her. Essentially, Rue is his tool, and so is Tutu, because only Tutu can restore the heart shards.
Fifteen episodes in, and we've learned more about Pike than in the previous fourteen episodes combined.
Rue mocking Fakir for his book learning may NOT be the most advisable decision when you're literally all characters in a story, hahaha
Pike sneaks out of the dorm at night and, ignoring all the major red flags, agrees to join Mytho's creepy cult of personality with zero hesitation whatsoever. Meanwhile, Ahiru manages to pass her stealth check for once.
love how Pike starts doing the Coppelia choreography to indicate her surrender
I think this is the first time Ahiru has turned into Princess Tutu of her own will, without Drosselmeyer saying her name first
the music is WAY too upbeat and cheerful for this scene, lol
Tutu: please don't join a cult, it's not worth it, I promise
Pike: lol, okay *passes out*
Mytho is just really not having a good time with this, poor kid, being possessed by your worst enemy has got to suck even without the prospect of literal and metaphorical cannibalism
then Ahiru has to deal with TWO people passed out in the town square, good thing she can use Tutu's magic to cover it
Pike (waking up): Where… am I?
Lilie (with a tray): Good morning! Ahiru hauled your drunk ass back home after beating you to a pulp first!
Pike: Well, I don't know about that bit, but I sure was drunk… on love or something. What the hell was I thinking letting an older man lure me into isolated secondary locations even if he was hot and mysterious?
meanwhile, Fakir got suspended and is going home to Charon's place for brooding and serious research.
Fakir: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions come back to haunt me. But it's fine, I don't care (he said caringly through gritted teeth).
(if that last sentence doesn't sum up Fakir's character, I don't know what does)
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Consumed Class 1-A x Suicidal Reader
"Y/n? You doing okay? You've been in your room for the past week now, and you barely came out. Is something wrong, and is there anything I can do-" Kiri said, as he slowly opened your door. He was shocked to see the state of your room.
It was unusually clean, with there only being a small mess in the corner due to the overflowing trash can filled with wadded pieces of paper spilling from the top. He walked in, and took note of how you dusted everything and wiped everything down, and cleaned everything with the proper cleaning materials.
He made his way over to your desk in the corner of your room, noticing that there was a stack of papers beside a note. The note was addressed to the entire class, and was written in big letters.
Before he picked up the note, he glanced to the stack of papers, and noticed that it was addressed to him, and your other best friends in the class.
'Red Riot, Pinky, Uravity, Deku, and Froppy. Stories about my time at UA, and being with in my opinion, the best heroes-to-be. Achieve what I couldn't, and make me proud. Keep on smiling.' was written across the top.
Kirishima then picked up the note, and read it aloud to the others in the room.
'"Dear Class 1A,
By the time you read this note, I will have most likely already have quit UA, and ran away...as well have my life be over; in other words, I will have most likely committed seppuku. I'm sorry to leave all of you behind, but especially you, Sharkboy. I've cherished the memories we've made together over the years, but my demons just became too much to deal with. I love every single one of you very much, and I know you all can become amazing heroes in the future. Don't give up on your dreams, and continue living life to the fullest. You all mean the absolute world to me, and I couldn't hear the thought of losing any of you guys. I've left everyone something in their room, and some stuff is quirk related, while others are just random things I thought you'd guys like. Thank you for always being there for me through thick and thin. It really truly does mean a lot. Sharky, Pinky, Floaty, Forrest, and Croaky, you guys are very dear to me, and I appreciate all you've done for me. Keep smiling, and be the best heroes you guys can be; Froppy, Deku, Pinky, Red Riot, and Uravity. Your beloved friend and classmate, Y/n-chan. <3'"
By the time he got reading the note, he, along with the others were in tears crying their out. Kirishima fell to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs in agony. The others followed suit, and wouldn't let up.
Due to all the screaming and crying, the rest of the class came out of their dorms, and made their way to your dorm. Nobody had to ask, because Shoji had taken the note from Kirishima, and read it out loud to the rest of the class, trying to hold back tears himself.
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