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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 3, EPISODE 8

We open in Dr. Sean Garrison’s office, where he’s having a seemingly normal session with Quentin.

GARRISON: “Anything new in your life? Friends? Crushes? Anxieties?”

QUENTIN: “Don’t think I’m welcome with my old “friends” anymore, but I don’t care. I’ve got my own gang now.”

GANG: “A gang?”

QUENTIN: “Just a name. Was actually thinking of calling us “The Omega Gang”. You know. For the infinite potential we’re going to show humanity we have.”

Garrison laughs.

GARRISON: “Cute.”

QUENTIN: “Some of the girls in the gang brought in a kid. Still unsure about her. Crushes? No. But I figured out my best friend has one on me a while ago.”

GARRISON: “Brian? I thought you were out of that crowd.”

QUENTIN, smiling: “He’s different. He never belonged with them. He’ll see that soon.” BEAT. “Anxieties? Heh. No. Ever since you helped me find myself, I’ve only felt alive.”

GARRISON: “I am so happy to hear that, Quentin. Usually, therapy can take months or even years to see any progress, but you’ve gotten this far in mere weeks.”

QUENTIN, overly proud of himself: “I’m one of a kind.”

GARRISON: “I agree.” Garrison stands up, pruning tool in hand, and approaches his flowers. “Now, update me on our plan to destroy the Jean Grey School.”

QUENTIN, cracking his knuckles: “I got everything we needed off Cerebro. I’ve gone over the plan with The Omega Gang a million times. And Laurie Collins moves in tomorrow.”

GARRISON, grinning as he prunes a flower: “Brilliant.”

QUENTIN, eagerly leaning forward: “It’s going to be awesome. I don’t know if the X-Men will get the message, but no parent will ever send their kid to this rancid school again. So…” He eagerly leans forward. “When do I get to meet Lady Akabba?”

Garrison prunes another flower.

GARRISON: “My lady is the inheritor of Lord Apocalypse’s will. To be granted an audience with her, you must first prove that you are fit.”

QUENTIN: “You know I am!”

GARRISON: “Of course I do. And when you and the Omega Gang are triumphant, she will understand that.” Quentin nods along. “Before you launch your attack, there’s one more thing we need you to do.”

QUENTIN: “Name it.”

GARRISON: “Introduce yourself to your newest classmate.”

Garrison prunes another flower as we hard cut to Laurie being toured through the Jean Grey School by Sofia.

Laurie looks at everything and everyone with wide eyes. This is so cool! She hasn’t gotten to go to a real school in almost two years, and now thanks to Sofia, she can be in a school with people like her.

Sofia is glad she’s happy, and she’s very excited to introduce her to all of her friends.

LAURIE: “They sound really cool from what you’ve said.”

SOFIA: “We have had our many ups and downs, but they are my family. I fight for them. Who do you fight for?”

LAURIE: “I don’t really fight. But I guess I wanna make my mom proud?”

SOFIA: “She is a lovely woman. What about your father?”

LAURIE, sullen: “I never met him. He died a long time ago. Mom has never had anything nice to say. She never even told me his name.”

Sofia doesn’t think that’s fair. Passed on or not, there is nothing like the bond between father and daughter, and she deserves a taste of that.

LAURIE, confused: “I…thought you hated your dad.”

Before Sofia can respond, Pixie flies up to the two other girls, no longer wearing her helmet, chewing bubblegum, and with a black streak in her pink hair.

PIXIE: “Hey new kid!” She pops a giant bubble in her face, scaring Laurie. “Try not to look so cute and helpless, okay? That’s my thing!”

SOFIA, as Megan flies off: “So glad you are doing better, Pixie!” BEAT. “And I was worried she might turn out like her sister.”

LAURIE, confused and afraid: “Huh?”

SOFIA: “Don’t worry about it.”

Sofia grins and hooks her arm around Laurie’s as the two enter the cafeteria. Sitting at his table with the Omega Gang, Quentin sets his eyes on Laurie while Glob and Redneck play “Draw the short straw” with their french fries, Redneck lighting up his molten hands in frustration and Glob laughing after the former’s consecutive losses, Tattoo and Radian are scribbling doodles of dead X-Men in their notebooks, Tattoo using her power to imprint titles underneath the pieces, and Ernst frustratedly asks Martha where Shela is; this is the third day in a row she’s skipped out on lunch with them.

Quentin tells all of them to shut up. He’s got his eyes on the target.

RADIAN: “You do not get to tell us to shut up.”

GLOB, confused and looking around: “I don’t see any targets.”

Quentin seethes, before putting on an obviously fake smile and floating over to Sofia and Laurie.

QUENTIN, telekinetically shoving Sofia out of the way (with Sofia momentarily dropping her “mask” and looking like she’s about to murder him): “Why hello there!” He takes and kisses Laurie’s hand, her face instantly going red.

LAURIE: “I’m…um…”

“Not interested.”

Quentin’s head aches, Sofia taking the opportunity to remove Laurie from the situation.

QUENTIN, telepathically: “Cuckoos? What’s your problem?!”

SOPHIE: “You are.”

ESME, CELESTE, PHOEBE, AND MINDEE: “Loser.”

Quentin is confused. He thought they were cool now. Sophie points out to him that was before he drugged Surge. “And not in a fun way”.

CELESTE: “We like your style.”

ESME: “And how you handle humans.”

SOPHIE: “But you’re still just the same old Quentin.”

Quentin sneers, with a veiny forehead, glaring over at the friend group’s table and, in particular, Brian, as he’s just having fun and messing around with Noriko, Cessily, Roxy, Sooraya, and the no longer distracted Cuckoos. From the brief look we get at their game, they’re playing a Mutant version of snap, with powers allowed, but Noriko being forced to play with her teeth to keep things fair.

Their happiness and friendship only serves to piss him off more.

On the lunchline, Julian approaches Sofia and Laurie, telling them good morning.

LAURIE, shrinking behind Sofia: “Um, I’m not interested.”

Sofia tells her not to worry and that this is Julian; her ex-boyfriend.

JULIAN: “I know it shouldn’t, but it still stings hearing you call me that.”

Julian introduces himself to Laurie, with Laurie questioning if he isn’t dating Surge. Julian cringes, and Sofia apologizes for giving Laurie out of date gossip, letting her know that they broke up.

SOFIA: “I really am sorry things didn’t work out.”

JULIAN: “Not your fault. It’s Quire’s. For the best anyway.”

SOFIA, smiling and delicately resting a hand on his shoulder: “I am sure you will find exactly who you belong with eventually. Perhaps sooner rather than later.”

Julian cycles through multiple expressions at her touch, including shock and pleasure, before asking if they can talk later after class and training. Just the two of them. Sofia tells him she’d love to.

Julian, pleased with how that went, walks away with his head held high. Laurie is confused; it sounds like he wants to talk to her about getting together again, but she’s still dating Laura, right?

SOFIA, still smiling: “We’re just going to talk. I promise. I would never hurt Laura like that.” Sofia and Laurie reach the front of the line. “Now, would you like the meatloaf or Doop’s Surprise?”

LAURIE: “What’s the surprise?”

Doop scratches himself, with flakes flying off of him.

LAURIE, grossed out: “Meatloaf, please.”

In the Mission Room, the six current adult X-Men are having a meeting. Cyclops starts things off by sarcastically thanking Sunspot for taking time out of his very busy schedule to join them; he knows that can’t be easy.

ROBERTO, staring at his nails, unbothered: “I wouldn’t still be here if I wasn’t worth it.”

Scott points out that this is actually a good place to start; he’s not asking them to put in as much as the rest of them, but Sunspot and Magik should both become more involved in the school. Magik laughs at this, balking at the idea.

MAGIK: “You want the soulless monster influencing the little children? You must be dumber than those sunglasses make you look. I mean I’m not complaining but–”

KITTY, holding Magik’s hand: “I think you’d make an excellent teacher.”

MAGIK: “But I think I’d love to give it a try!”

Beto makes a whipcrack sound with his mouth, Magik sticks her tongue out at him, and Magneto ponders to himself if he’s traveled back in time five years. Sunspot points out that he does teach a class, with Emma quickly countering that, yes, he teaches “a” class, far fewer than herself, Kitty and the others. And with Kurt having run off with Pitor to join Logan and Storm, all of his classes are now up for grabs.

SUNSPOT: “I’ll think about it. Could we please move on to the ongoing crisis at hand?”

Cyclops obliges that request. As far as finding the Horsemen and figuring out what happened to Sofia, they think they may finally have a lead. Thanks to Magik.

Magik, who’s already stopped paying attention, is brought back to attention by Kitty phasing a hand through her. Startled, she tells them all that the Horsemen definitely used Pixie to make their knockoff Gem of Cyttorak; a chunk of her soul is missing.

KITTY: “That explains the personality change.”

EMMA: “Did she fling mashed potatoes at you, as well?”

KITTY: “No, I think she just doesn’t like you.”

Magik continues to say that she was able to track the source of the magic, to a point; they definitely have a teleporter, and that makes things fuzzy.

MAGNETO: “So you have nothing?”

MAGIK: “I didn’t say that, Teach. I took a closer look at what was going on in the remnants of her soul, and at what had been done to it. It’s…indelicate. The soul is chipped, not cleanly broken apart. Comparing it to the energies coming off the sapphire, it should have been far more difficult for me to destroy.”

SUNSPOT: “All this to say?”

MAGIK, kicking her feet up on the table: “Lady Akabba isn’t some long-lived, perfect heir to Apocalypse, capable of all that he was. She’s a novice. I’d bet Cyclops’ head she’d never cast a spell on this level before.”

BETO, suspicious, with gears turning: “I see.”

Emma asks Magik if she’d be willing to help her provide counseling for Megan, potentially able to offer a valuable perspective on what she’s going through, while Magneto brings up that that can’t happen today, as she’s already agreed to try examining Wanda to see if magic can undo Pestillence’s infection.

Magik groans in frustration, pulling at her hair over what all the headmasters want from her. They know she runs a hell dimension, right?

KITTY, intentionally overly sweetly: “Please?”

MAGIK, cringing: “You are taking advantage of my devotion to you.”

KITTY, still smiling: “Yeah, I am.”

She kisses a grumpy Yana’s cheek.

Cyclops asks Emma to use Cerebro to check in on all of the planet’s teleporters. Amelia Vought, Lila Cheyney, all of them. See if any of them can lead them to the Horsemen. Emma agrees to get on that as soon as they’re done here.

EMMA: “But we have another matter to discuss. Mr. Quire.”

The X-Men continue to speak via voice over, as we cut to Quentin, sitting in his gaming chair in his room with his eyes closed. They note that the kid is spiarling out of control, he didn’t regret using Cerebro without permission or fighting Hellion, he’s talented enough that he could have hidden info from Cerebro from Emma when she scanned his mind, he’s still been seeing Dr. Garrison despite the X-Men cutting off their relationship with him, and while he did show regret over what happened to Surge, they doubt he isn’t still finding ways to take Kick himself.

SCOTT, voice over: “We go easy on these kids because the world throws enough at them already, but we need to come down hard on him before he slips through the cracks.”

Quentin sneers as we zoom inside his head. Inside Quentin’s mindscape, which takes on the form of an elegant museum full of portraits and sculptures of himself, The Omega Gang, now including Escapade is waiting.

QUENTIN: “Listen up. We’re going over the plan one more time.”

The Omega Gang groans.

TATTOO: “We all know what we’ve gotta do to take this place down, Q. Don’t sweat it.”

QUENTIN: “Never call me that again.” Quentin glares at a clearly anxious Shela. “Martha, Ernst, why does your friend look like she’s about to piss herself?”

MARTHA, able to speak here: “She’s fine. Right, Escapade?”

QUENTIN: “I think she can speak for herself.” He gets right in Shela’s face and makes a big toothy grin. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

SHELA, creeped out: “Uh, nothing. I just kinda sorta don’t understand why we’re doing this?”

MARTHA: “We told you already!”

ERSNT: “The X-Men don’t care about us.”

RADIAN: “They care about Mutants, obviously. And about keeping us safe.”

TATTOO: “But they don’t care enough to take real action. Not when they can play superhero for the flatscans.”

REDNECK: “We would be ruling the Earth right now, never needing to worry about Purifiers or U-Men or politicians again if it wasn’t for them.”

GLOB: “And however nice they seemed when they recruited you, don’t believe it. They only care about their “special” kids.”

QUENTIN, still grinning and putting his hands on Shela’s shoulders: “That’s why we need to teach them a lesson. Some people may get hurt, but the X-Men will finally understand what it is they owe us, and what all of Mutantkind is owed. Do you understand?”

Shela nervously looks over at Ersnt and Martha. They shake their heads at her. She looks back at Quentin.

SHELA: “Yes. I understand. This is for the best.”

QUENTIN: “Glad that’s settled.”

Shela breathes a sigh of relief as Quentin turns and walks away from her.

Quentin gets them back on topic and explains that he knows even the dumbest among them understand their assignments But he’s making a last minute change of plans. They need every bit of firepower they can get to pull this off. There’s someone he wants to be a part of this. The person who first helped him see he could be more than what he is.

Quentin psychically drags a very confused Tag into his mindscape.

BRIAN: “Huh?! What the Hell?!”

QUENTIN: “Hey Bri. Hope you weren’t doing anything important. We need to talk.”

Taking a look around him, and at Quentin and the others, Brian is able to quickly assess that something bad is going down.

Back in the Mission Room, everyone is getting up, having each been dealt their assignments. Kitty tells Magik not to take too long helping Emma and Magneto; they still need to make up for being too exhausted to do anything on Valentines.

Kitty opens her mouth to say something to Scott and Emma, but she decides it’s a bad idea. Scott asks her what it is.

KITTY: “I was gonna ask if you two wound up doing anything on Valentines, but then I realized there’s nothing I’d rather not know.” She immediately transitions to saying, “Emma, put the knowledge in my brain and my hand goes through your chest.”

Emma’s amused, while Scott’s a little embarrassed. She tells Kitty that she’s sure she could get them separate seats for the opera she and Scott are attending that night, but Illyana shuts that down, saying they’ve already got tickets for monster trucks. Emma facepalms as she’s walked away by Scott, the younger women both clearly enthusiastic about their plans.

Erik asks Roberto if he’ll be choosing what other classes he wants to teach immediately, or if he has another flight to catch.

ROBERTO: “I should actually be around for quite a while, now. I have someone else to handle flying for me.”

Beto more somberly asks Magneto how he’s managing with everything that’s happened with his children.

ERIK, glaring at him before speaking: “I’m afraid unless you’re prepared to pick up where we left and share with me what’s going on, that isn’t a question I’m comfortable answering.” Roberto cringes. “That’s what I thought.”

Erik dramatically departs with a swing of his cape, leaving Beto on his own to kick his feet.

BETO: “Shit.”

In Quentin’s mindscape, Brian has been filled in on what The Omega Gang is doing.

BRIAN, shaking his head: “No. No, this isn’t you.”

Quentin laughs. His gang laughs with him.

QUENTIN: “Of course it is. You know that better than anyone.” He puts an arm around Brian and looks at the others. “Did you he know he was the one who helped me bury those humans whose brains I cooked?”

The Omega Gang cheers and applauds Brian.

Brian shoves Quentin away. Yes, he did do that! Because he cares about him. But drugging Nori crossed a line. And what he wants to do crosses every line.

REDNECK: “Of course you’d think that! You’re one of their special little X-Men in Training.”

RADIAN: “Yeah. Some of us don’t get to have futures outside their welfare.”

TATTOO: “We won’t even all get to stay together. Only so much space here. A new crop of kids will come in, and we’ll be out.”

Brian grimaces, as he flashes back to his fight with Firefist.

FIREFIST: “The X-Men somehow win and you’re still with them? A loser like you will be dropped just as quickly as I was.”

Brian contemplates for a moment before his face fills with determination.

BRIAN: “I get what you’re saying. It’s something I’m worried about too. But I won’t betray everyone.”

QUENTIN, irritated: “What, then? You’ll rat us out? Watch and chortle with your friends as they “come down hard” on us to set an example so that no one ever dreams of calling out the perfect X-Men again?”

BRIAN: “No, dude, I’m saying let’s just talk to them so we can tell them our problems. They’ll listen!”

ERNST: “Exactly which of the supermodel billionaires or monarchs past or present will listen to US?”

BRIAN: “If they’re really as bad as you all think, they’ll at least listen to me. Like you said, I’m part of that crowd. For now.”

Quentin sneers.

QUENTIN: “Maybe we should do things your way. Then you’ll see exactly what I’ve been telling you since we met. Not a single one of your friends or mentors cares about you for you. The second you step out of line, you’ll be cut. Don’t expect to come crying back to us after that though. You’ll be all alone. Again.”

BRIAN, cracking: “You’re wrong.”

QUENTIN: “Or maybe I’m right and we should just skip the heartbreak and get to the part where I save all our futures.” Quentin takes Brian’s hands as he smiles at him and makes him shiver. “Them abandoning you is inevitable. But I never will. We’re the same. You just need to accept that.”

Brian sweats, panicking and breaking down as different members of the gang either egg him on to join or mock him, and Quentin psychically applies just a little extra pressure.

Brian breaks, putting his hands on Quentin’s mouth and making out with him. Quentin goes along with it and keeps it going. Most of the gang is grossed out, but Glob thinks they’re cute.

Night falls on the Jean Grey School.

Julian hangs out above the school, floating in mid-air and looking up at the stars. He pounds his metal fists together and stares down at them.

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Julian instantly smiles as Sofia flies up next to him, wrapped in a blue trenchcoat.

JULIAN: “I learned more tricks while you were away than what I show off in training. I don’t even need to make my telekinesis visible to keep myself warm with it now.”

SOFIA: “Very impressive.” She blows her coat off of herself and onto Julian. “But you still look like you could use one.”

JULIAN, liking this, teasing and not complaining: “What are you now, my mom?”

SOFIA: “No, I do not think I’m an uncaring baseline with terrible skin.”

JULIAN: “Ha!”

SOFIA: “I’m serious. I’ve sponsored some products that could help her.”

JULIAN: “Only help my mom needs is a shrink.”

The two giggle.

JULIAN: “Aren’t you cold now though?” Sofia blows a gust of wind in his face, messing up his hair. “Ah. Right.”

Julian tilts his head back.

JULIAN: “What are we doing here?”

SOFIA: “You wanted to talk. You tell me.”

Julian bites his lip. He hates this.

JULIAN: “Do you love Laura?”

SOFIA: “What? Of course I do.”

JULIAN: No. Not like you love all of us.”

Sofia doesn’t answer.

Julian almost silently mumbles, “Sorry, Laura.”

JULIAN: “And what about me?”

Sofia widens her eyes faux innocently.

SOFIA: “I told you I still loved you when I came back. But you were with Surge. If you weren’t going to wait, neither was I.”

Julian cringes, shutting his eyes.

While his eyes are shut, Sofia kisses him. He opens his eyes in shock.

SOFIA, smirking flirtatiously: “What? Are you not your mentor’s protege?”

Julian nervously laughs and stumbles over his words. He pulls himself together.

JULIAN: “Were you just trying to make me jealous?”

Sofia shrugs, as she effortlessly positions herself in Julian’s arms.

SOFIA: “I obviously don’t want to hurt Laura. But I want you more than anything. So if you want me…”

JULIAN, holding her tight: “Yes. A million times yes.”

SOFIA, face unseen by Julian, smirking evily: “Then I will make sure Laura wants to end things herself. And everything can be how it should.”

Julian wishes they hadn’t screwed things up so badly, again, but at least they have a plan. Sofia promises him this will all be over soon; in fact, she has an idea to make Laura happier than ever.

JULIAN, holding Sofia in front of himself, the two looking into each other’s eyes: “I’m never letting anything come between us again, Beautiful. I don’t care if I lose my legs, or if you lose your powers for good, or about anything else; I’m not letting you go again.”

Sofia, pleased for clearly more reasons than just her evil plan, gives him a quick peck.

SOFIA: “I love you too.”

The two passionately make out, beginning to take off their clothes as they fly swiftly down into the bushes.

In the common area, Sunspot and Warpath are playing chess. They go back and forth as James takes one of Roberto’s pieces after another. He gets annoyed.

JAMES: “Why are you letting me win?”

BETO: “Letting you win? That doesn’t like me. You know I love winning. It would be too painful not to for me.”

JAMES: “Uh-huh.”

As the two continue to play, Beto asks James how he’s been feeling; he heard about his tussle with Juggerlossus.

WARPATH: “Yeah, it happened while you were off kissing some girl halfway around the world.”

SUNSPOT: “I’ll have you know I showed her the very best of times on Valentines Day, not that she particularly cared.”

Beto is serious though. What prompted him to jump into battle like that? James makes clear there was no special reason; he may be finding more to himself than just a warrior, but that’s still who he is. They needed backup, and he could provide it.

Beto catches James by surprise as he takes his knight.

SUNSPOT: “Any interest in returning to the X-Men full-time?”

WARPATH, making his next move: “You going somewhere?”

SUNSPOT: “Just a question.”

WARPATH: “It’s never “just” a question with you.”

SUNSPOT: “I’m just wondering where your head is these days. If you’re longing for anything more than being a teacher.”

WARPATH, taking another piece: “These kids need me. I’m doing something that matters. That’s where my head is.”

SUNSPOT: “And that’s completely fair.” Beto takes James’ queen, stunning him. “I just think you could be thinking bigger.” He smirks. “You are the biggest man I know, after all.”

James glares at Beto as he tips over his king.

“James.”

Laura enters the room.

LAURA: “Can we talk?”

In Laura’s room, James examines various pictures arranged of her with Sofia (and the rest of her friends). He asks what’s up; she knows she doesn’t need to ask to talk to him.

Laura tells him that, the last time she ran away, she didn’t tell him anything; she’s sorry about that. James tells her not to bother. He understands from what she’s told him. Kimura hurt her bad. But the important thing she didn’t let her get to her for long, and she remembered who she is. They’ll pay Kimura back in blood one of these days.

Laura thanks him, but he’s wrong. Kimura was right about her. She is a weapon. And that’s why she’s doing what she’s doing now.

LAURA: “Sofia has a plan to find the Horsemen. With just the two of us. And we’re leaving tonight.”

James is very concerned.

Also concerned, sitting alone in dark in his room, is Brian. In only his boxers, he stares into the glow of his phone, with the “X-Men in Training” group chat open, and Emma and Dani tagged. He shivers and pants, before furiously typing.

He gets a message written out, explaining Quentin’s whole plan, not that the audience gets to see the specifics. He hovers his thumb over the send button.

In Shela’s room, Escapade pretends to be asleep, revealing herself not to be as she checks to see if Martha and Ernst are passed out.

Shela tosses on a robe, sneaks out of her room, and races toward the headmasters’ office. She bangs on the door, calling out for someone to open up. It’s important!

Alas, Shela freezes part way through her next knock, as her eyes flash pink.

QUENTIN, telepathically: “And this is why I don’t work with kids.”

In his room, Brian deletes his message, and smashes his phone against the wall.

In the boys bathroom, Julian sweats and pants heavily as he stares at himself in the mirror, exhausted and guilty.

JULIAN: “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sofia shouldn’t have used Laura like that, but you’re just setting things right. You’re not hurting her, you’re keeping her from getting hurt.”

Julian coughs. He clenches his fist and screams as she punches his reflection , not only shattering the mirror, but accidentally putting TK energy behind the punch and destroying part of the wall.

JULIAN, panting even harder: “Shit.”

“You SHOULD be upset; you can’t afford to pay to fix that anymore.”

Julian seethes as he exits the bathroom, where he finds a lone Cuckoo waiting for him in the hall.

JULIAN: “I’m not in the mood to talk, um…”

CUCKOO: “Oh my god, even you can’t tell us apart.”

JULIAN: “Sorry. Sophie?”

SOPHIE, rolling her eyes: “Idiot.”

As the two walk, Julian tells her to cut him some slack. He’s having a rought night, and it’s been a long time since just the two of them hung out and…

SOPHIE: “Interesting way to describe having sex. Like you and Sofia were just having.”

JULIAN, sighing: “Please tell me you weren’t spying.”

SOPHIE: “Eww, no, gross. Your mind is screaming. You’re hurt worse than you look.”

JULIAN: “That so? Then why didn’t the others hear?”

SOPHIE: “They did. I’m the only one who wanted to come check on you.”

They each crack a half smile at each other.

JULIAN: “Thanks. But I really don’t want to talk.”

SOPHIE: “You’re lying.”

JULIAN: “Maybe, but there’s nothing to say. I’m a jerk who can’t stop being selfish. All there is to it.”

SOPHIE, getting in front of him: “I know I just called you an idiot, but are you really that dense? Or did you just just your brains screwed out?

Julian tries to get past her, but she shoves his back with telekinesis, Julian not resisting.

SOPHIE: “How many times have you fought to protect everyone here? And the world? How many times have you wound up in the medical bay because you’re always the first to put yourself in the line of fire?”

JULIAN: “I know I’m an awesome X-Man. Doesn’t mean I’m a good guy.”

While Sophie acknowledges that to be true, she’s seen who he is at his core. He’s a dimwitted blowhard, like all boys, but he always put his friends before himself; from her limited understanding of the situation, being honest with Laura is the only thing he could do, and that would be far crueler than Sofia’s plan. The guilt he feels is because he knows this is all wrong.

SOPHIE: “If anyone should feel guilty, it’s Sofia.”

Julian shakes his head, telling Sophie that Sofia isn’t a saint; with what she’d been through and found out, of course she lashed out.

JULIAN: “I can relate.”

Julian bursts ahead with his telekinsis, with Sophie following behind. She isn’t trying to make this about Sofia. She’s not about to judge what she did; she can respect the cold-bloodedness.

SOPHIE: “When we first arrived and were on a rampage, you stopped us. Made us rethink our approach. Helped us make actual friends. Ones we could have forever. And since then, we’ve gotten to fight with you.” Sophie hangs her head, smiling. “My sisters have varying thoughts…but I think becoming an X-Man sounds really cool. Being one doesn’t mean you’re responsible for what everyone else does.”

Julian stops walks and sticks his hands in his pockets.

JULIAN: “If you wanted to, you could have just zapped the guilt from my brain.”

Sophie kisses his cheek.

SOPHIE: “No need. You’re a superhero. Try not to think so hard about it.”

Sophie starts walking away, with Julian not saying anything, until…

JULIAN: “Hey, Sophie!” She turns her head. “Looking forward to you joining the team. Means I’ll get to be your boss.”

SOPHIE, smirking: “Dork.”

As Sophie departs, Julian is a little more at ease.

Laura and Warpath exit the former’s room, James wishing her good night. Once he’s gone, a gentle breezes passes by Laura, making her smile. Sofia flies up to her, in full costume.

SOFIA: “Ready to go?”

Laura bends down and, right next to the door, grabs a bag. Sofia takes her hand.

SOFIA: “Are you nervous?”

LAURA: “You’re asking me?”

The two smirk.

Outside, Sofia calls out mentally to Exodus, saying they’re ready.

Exodus telepathically laughs, mockingly.

EXODUS, telepathically: “You are making the right decision, children. Lady Akabba will make you both stronger than you ever dreamed of.”

Sofia and Laura both scowl as Lila Cheyney appears in a flash and, just as quickly, teleports them away.

Night turns to morning, as the sun rises.

Emma, Kitty, and Magik slump into the teacher’s lounge, where Dani, Karma, and Rahne are already having coffee.

DANI: “Wow. You guys look like crap. What happened?”

Emma, clenching her forehead as she telekinetically prepares a cup of coffee, asks Magik if she’d like to explain or if she.

Magik shrugs.

MAGIK: “I thought the monster trucks could be spiced up by some actual monsters.”

KITTY: “It got a little out of hand.”

The other New Mutants start laughing.

EMMA: “It isn’t amusing. Cyclops and I had to come clean up the mess. In spite of that, he wanted to get straight to work despite the lack of sleep, so I told him I’d be a dear and get someone else to make his coffee.”

As she says this, we see Scott yawning as he sits down in his office, alone.

DANI, sarcastic: “How sweet of you.”

EMMA: “Yes, I’m a positive housewife.” Getting more serious, she turns to Rahne. “Wolfsbane, how did Escapade do on her first remedial history quiz yesterday?”

RAHNE, nervous: “Oh. Well, don’t be mad, but I didn’t give it to her.”

EMMA, this being the last thing she needs, deadpan: “Why?”

RAHNE: “Lass said she was anxious! I can’t blame her. Poor thing hasn’t been gotten schooling in years.”

EMMA: “Hmm. Well, hopefully she’s at least well rested for a makeup.”

We cut to Shela’s room, where she’s stuff in a trance in bed, her eyes glowing purple.

KITTY: “Well, I need sleep. I’m just here to grab that whole box of donuts and–”

Kitty is cut off as the power goes out.

KITTY: “Oh come on!” BEAT. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to have multiple back up generators?”

EMMA: “Yes. We are.”

In Scott’s office, he yawns. He tells himself not to fall asleep just because of a little blackout. The backups should be on any minute.

Scott yawns again.

SCOTT: “Well, maybe a quick nap after I get a little done.”

Scott turns his computer on, the sounds of it booting up all we hear.

The screen flashes on…brightening up the room more, and startling Scott, as he finds a grinning Quentin standing on the other side of his desk.

QUENTIN: “Hello, Mr. Summers.”

Scott tries to take action, but he finds himself immobile, as the rest of the Omega Gang becomes visible, sans Shela, enters sight.

SCOTT, pissed and concerned: “Kids, what are are you doing?”

“No, Mr. Summers.”

Scott is shocked as Brian joins the rest of his gang.

BRIAN: “What are you doing?”

Quentin smirks triumphantly, putting an arm around his friend.

Around the school, various students react to the blackout. Some gather around Match for light, Eye-Boy starts looking around his and Prodigy’s room for his blacklights, Mercury and Bling! see it as an excuse to get back into bed and snuggle, and Pixie cackles faux-manically, plotting to pants everyone and then act like it was an accident.

Before she can do that, however, everyone in the school covers their ears as their heads are filled with eardrum shattering British punk rock.

QUENTIN, telepathically to everyone: “Students and faculty, the Jean Grey School is now under lockdown. I am in everyone’s minds, and if any of you attempt to leave, I will execute my hostage, Headmaster Summers.”

While many students gasp, and are afraid and confused, including Laurie, the X-Men and teachers in the teachers lounge, Magneto in Wanda’s room, and Sunspot, Hellion, and the Cuckoos in their respective bedrooms look ready to beat this kid.

QUENTIN: “My team, The Omega Gang, and I, are currently located in the headmasters’ office. Should anyone attempt to enter the office, I will execute him. But fear not my classmates, I mean you no harm. Today, my compatriots and I simply mean to bring attention to a critical situation: the failure of the X-Men.”

As the X-Men rush to meet up, Emma telling everyone, teachers included, to get to the Mission Room NOW, Quentin continues to say that he knows the student body doesn’t care for him, and that’s okay; he hates who he used to be too. Fortunately he isn’t that weakling anymore, but it is true that he and his gang are largely friendless…with one exception.

As Hellion races through the halls, he’s stunned to hear Brian take over the announcement.

BRIAN: “The X-Men have let down each and every one of us. They give us comfort, a roof over our heads, meals, and an education. That’s great. No one’s saying they don’t care about Mutants. But they don’t care about US.”

As Brian continues his speech, Emma, Dani, and all of Brian’s friends are in complete disbelief.

BRIAN: “They provide us the illusion of protection, but that’s all it is. Yeah, they’ve saved some of you, and they’ve fought some bad guys, but all they do is fight symptoms, not the cause.”

OMEGA GANG: “FLATSCANS!”

BRIAN: “They keep hunting us! They keep trying to kill us! And what do the X-Men do? Put them in human jail and wait for the next ones! And while we wait, do they give us all the same treatment?”

OMEGA GANG: “No!”

BRIAN: “Of course not! The X-Men are the privileged elites of Mutantkind. Billionaires, monarchs, handpicked from youth prodigies. And it’s the same story with those they prioritize. I don’t even need to say their names. You know I’m talking about my friends. This message is from me to them.” BEAT. “Surge, Dust, Wolverine, Wind Dancer, Bling!, Mercury, Cuckoos…Hellion…”

Each of them are shown reacting as he says their names, save of course for Laura and Sofia. In particular, Cessily and Roxy just look worried about him, while Dust is as angered as everyone else.

BRIAN: “I love you guys. You’re the best friends I’ve ever had. But I’m done pretending like I belong with you.”

Quentin down more Kick, just pouring pills down his mouth from the bottle, as he pats Brian on the shoulder.

QUENTIN: “But oh, it’s not like the X-Men have all the time in the world. If they’re not saving it, they’re spending as much time as they can with us, right?”

OMEGA GANG: “Wrong!”

QUENTIN: “They go to the opera and sky shows! They party half-way around the world and are never around! One of them I don’t think has spoken to a single one of us! You know she’s an actual demon from Hell, right?!”

ILLYANA, to herself: “Tch. Limbo.”

QUENTIN, screaming in Scott’s emotionless face: “Some of them leave! Some of them are pushed out! Some of them invite school exploding robots to teach science. Some of them transform into dark, flaming gods that threaten to end all life on Earth!”

Quentin knows this is a lot, and that they must be wondering what the point of all this is. Simple! The time is now for the future of Mutantkind to make their voices heard! The time is now to demand that the X-Men embrace what it means to be homo-superior!

QUENTIN: “I ask all of you…do you not want more?”

Quentin pants as he finishes, and silence spreads over the school, everyone wondering what they should do. Until…

CRASH!

PIXIE, having just knocked over a vase: “Yeah! Riot!”

Quentin grins as students follow Megan’s lead, and begin screaming and tearing things up.

In Egypt, Lila Cheyney materializes with Sofia and Laura inside the underground base, shoving them forward.

LILA: “My masters will be with you shortly.”

LAURA: “Wait…I know you. Aren’t you a musician?”

LILA: “No, hon, I’m a certified rock icon. Doesn’t mean I can’t also fight for a good cause.”

Lila disappears.

SOFIA, shaking her arm, whispering: “Definitely not listening to her music anymore.”

Wide doors open, Sofia and Laura bracing themselves as Exodus, Malice, and Akihiro appear before them.

EXODUS: “Ladies, welcome to the headquarters of Clan Akabba.”

MALICE: “What is it you X-Men say? “Hope you survive the experience”?”

AKIHIRO, glaring at Laura: “I wouldn’t give them good odds.”

Laura glares back at him.

SOFIA: “We aren’t X-Men. Not anymore. It is like I told Exodus; Apocalypse was right.”

LAURA, to Akihiro: “And if Logan hurt you, I need to know exactly how.”

Exodus snickers. He then launches a telekinetic wave, blasting them both back and into a stone wall. Akihiro and Malice join in the amusement.

EXODUS: “First things first. Initiation.”

Exodus tells Akihiro that he will teach his sister how things work around here; he doesn’t need the boy getting carried away. But he can play with Wind Dancer.

AKIHIRO, smirking sadistically at Sofia, licking his lips: “Sounds fun.”

Sofia cringes in disgust.

MALICE: “And what about me? Who do I get to play with?”

EXODUS: “Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you go kill an X-Man?”

LAURA: “I thought Lady Akabba gave the orders here.”

EXODUS: “Lady Akabba has bigger things to concern herself with.”

Exodus orders the other Horsemen to give him and Wolverine some privacy. Akihiro comes over to the girls to drag Sofia away, but before he does, Sofia kisses Laura.

SOFIA: “We’re going to be okay. I love you.”

Laura is shocked, but grins confidently from that.

LAURA: “I love you too.”

Akihiro grabs Sofia and pulls her away, as Malice exits on her own.

AKIHIRO, squeezing Sofia’s arm tight: “You look so fragile. Should be fun breaking you. Especially when you thank me for it.”

SOFIA: “We will see who breaks who.”

AKIHIRO: “Ha!” Akihiro shoves Sofia through a door, making her trip and fall. “Move!”

The door shuts behind the two, leading Akihiro and Sofia into the throneroom, where the large, intimidating Death towers over the young woman on the floor.

Both begin to giggle. Very quickly, this turns into hysterical laughter, as Akihiro helps Sofia up.

AKIHIRO, crying from laughter: “Oh, that was too much.”

SOFIA, equally amused: “You really sold that you were going to torture me.”

AKIHIRO: “And “I love you?!” Really twisting that knife.”

Sofia, pleased with herself, shrugs, as Lila appears next to them.

SOFIA: “Make sure Exodus doesn’t kill her. She’s more valuable than him.” Sofia takes Lila’s hand. “I’ll be back soon for my costume change.”

In the Mission Room, Emma, Magneto, Kitty, Magik, Sunspot, Hellion, and Wind Dancer, as well as the teaching staff, Dust, Mercury, Bling!, and the Cuckoos are gathered, the telepaths keeping everyone’s perception so that they can actually see each other. Magneto questions where Wolverine is, with Sofia expressing that she isn’t sure. Emma sighs. They’ll just have to proceed without here.

HELLION: “Shouldn’t we be tapping in Surge?”

KITTY: “Even if she weren’t suspended, she needs to rest. Emma’s keeping her asleep so she doesn’t hurt herself.”

Julian begrudgingly accepts that.

EMMA: “Whatever any of you feel about what these miscreants have to say, or conflicts regarding Tag’s involvement…” She looks right at a pissed Julian as she says that. “...put it aside. They have taken Cyclops, incited a riot, and forced punching down to become our unfortunate priority. We will worry about understanding at a later time. Any disagreements?”

Erik, nor anyone else, speaks up, even as Julian clearly thinks about doing so. Cessily holds his hand to comfort him.

ERIK: “Emma and I have already worked out our plan of attack. We will–”

Magneto is cut off as Kitty starts responding to someone over her com. She’s concerned, but firm as she gets the information, and promises they’ll be right there.

SUNSPOT, irritated: “What now?”

KITTY: “It’s Dazzler. Exodus and Malice are after her.”

Magneto’s eyes fill with rage and his nostrils flare, as Dani notes that this can’t be a coincidence; they planned this. Which means…

EMMA: “Which means Mr. Quire is doing their bidding, and we have all the more reason to not feel too bad about maiming one of our students.”

Erik quickly adjusts the plan for this and dishes out orders. They’re baiting him away from the school, but it’s bait he has to take. He will go and fight the Horsemen, defeat them both, and force Pestillence to undo the harm she’s done to his family.

MAGNETO: “Magik, I will require transportation and potential backup.”

MAGIK: “Aww, I wanted to beat some kiddies.” She groans and gives a thumbs up. “But I’ve got you, Teach.”

Magneto then turns his attention to Dust, Mercury, and Bling! Alison is currently on tour in densely populated Paris. He’d like Mercury and Bling! to accompany him and Magik and provide crowd control and rescue. The girls, while a little afraid of Magik, agree. As for Dust, she and Warpath are in charge of protecting Wanda. The Horseman want her, and they cannot rule out that obtaining her is the true purpose behind all of this.

DUST: “No harm will come to her.”

Magneto notices James glaring at him.

MAGNETO: “A problem?”

JAMES, smirking: “No. Not at all.”

Erik doesn’t have time to question that and continues. Cannonball, Wolfsbane, Karma, and Danger are to restrain the students without harming them, before they hurt each other or cause significant damage to the property.

MAGNETO: “Wind Dancer, your new friend and our newest student controls pheromones. Do you believe you could–?”

WIND DANCER: “Use my winds to spread calming ones throughout the school? Of course.”

EMMA: “That just leaves Quentin and his friends. Kitty, Sunspot, Danielle, Hellion, Cuckoos, you’re with me.”

MINDEE: “Actual approval to crush Quentin like a bug?”

CELESTE: “I don’t know if that makes it more or less fun.”

Julian hangs his head. Emma notices.

EMMA: “Hellion, I care for Brian as well, but we do not have time for doubts. Kapeesh?”

JULIAN, seething: “Kapeesh.”

In the headmaster’s office, lit up by Quentin’s TK energy, Quentin taunts Scott.

QUENTIN: “Do you hear all that ruckus? That’s the sound of your students opening their eyes and turning on you.”

Scott ignores him and doesn’t answer.

QUENTIN: “Martha, you’re letting him speak, right?”

Scott chuckles.

QUENTIN: “You’re laughing. I’m tearing down your establishment and you’re laughing. Here I thought I’d be getting a whole speech about why I don’t really want to do this.”

Scott shakes his head.

SCOTT: “Why couldn’t you just try and make friends?”

QUENTIN: “Hello! I have friends!”

SCOTT: “That so?” He grins. “Brian, don’t you find it funny that Quentin checks every box for the kinds of people he claims to be fighting against?”

QUENTIN, not giving Brian a chance to speak: “I am nothing like you!”

SCOTT: “You’re a natural genius from a family of billionaires gifted with telepathy among the most powerful on Earth. You’re as privileged as any X-Man.”

QUENTIN: “If that were true, everything would be different.”

SCOTT: “Quentin, there’s only one difference between you and an X-Man, and it’s not about privilege. You’re just a dork.”

Quentin takes Cyclops’ bait and, livid at his word choice, telepathically assaults him. Scott attempts the Red Triangle, having wanted this opportunity, but Quentin’s power combined with Martha’s is too much, and he writhes in agony.

Quentin laughs at him. He almost had him there! But Cyclops made a critical error. He thought that he was “one of” the most powerful telepaths on Earth. But he knows his worth! And with a little help from Kick, he knows that he is the most powerful telepath on Earth!

QUENTIN: “I never did pick one of those codenames everyone else has. How does, “Kid Omega” sound?”

Quentin doesn’t actually give him a chance to answer, as he proceeds to psychically torture Scott. As Redneck, Radian, and Tattoo cheer him on, Brian looks away, guilty.

Around the school, the teachers get to work. Wolfsbane becomes a pack of wolves to scare kids back to their rooms, despite the best threat she’s able to toss out while bearing her fangs being that they won’t be getting any supper if they don’t behave.

Karma, not wanting to possess any of the kids, delivers quick, knockout chops to a bunch of wily, but purely physically mutated students, while Danger handles more capable ones like Loa and Onyxx by stretching out her arms around a whole group and pulling them in close to physically restrain them.

DANGER: “Believe me, children, I understand wanting to destroy the X-Men. I came close. But it isn’t worth it.”

Wolf Cub, from behind, throws a baseball at her head.

WOLF CUB: “No one cares what you think! You blew up our school!”

All the kids in her arms scold her and tell her that she should just leave them alone. Danger grabs Wolf Cub, and keeps everyone else restrained, but is saddened as she does so.

Meanwhile, Cannonball flies around the school, just able to flick students unconscious at the speed he’s moving at. Hearing a lot of noise, he moves toward another area of the school. By the time he gets there, however, the sound of a riot in this area has been replaced with gentle 60s folk music, courtesy of Icarus on his ukelele. The rampaging students are peacefully pacified on the floor, as Jay, and a dancing along Melody, float over them.

JAY: “We’ve got things covered here, bro.”

SAM, proud: “Nice work.”

In Sofia’s room, Laurie has been told what they need her to do, but she isn’t sure it’s a good idea her control of her powers is terrible! What if she sends out the wrong kind of pheromones?!

Sofia tells her to breathe and helps her through a familiar exercise. She promises her that she can do this. Laurie is still nervous. She hasn’t been here long. How does she know Quentin isn’t right?

SOFIA: “Please, Laurie. You only briefly met Quentin, but you must have been able to tell he isn’t a hero. He’s a hypocritical supremacist and misogynist, and it is up to us to stop him.”

Laurie is swayed and begins producing pheromones. Sofia channels the winds…but Laurie’s pheromones aren’t what she blows away. Instead, she blows open a small bottle of pre-made pheromones hidden in her boot and spreads those.

We quickly see the effects as Anole and Specter go from having fun together trashing the school to violently assaulting one another. Sofia has spread rage pheromones.

In Paris, Exodus rains terror upon the city, blowing away entire buildings, leveling streets, and murdering hundreds of people. He regrets having to do this to his home nation, but it has tragically been filled with millions of impure vermin.

EXODUS: “I would say a prayer, but the lord has already decided the fate of your species.”

Nearby, Dazzler lies in rubble, having been brutalized. Malice stands over, without barely a scratch on her, smirking sadistically as she stomps down on Allison.

MALICE: “Now…be honest…was fighting to protect the humans really worth it in the end?”

DAZZLER, grunting: “No one…hurts my fans.”

MALICE: “Perhaps not while you live. But that won’t be an issue anymore.”

Malice magnetically raises a metal beam, ready to crush Allison with it, but as she goes for the kill, Magik and Magneto appear from a stepping disc, Illyana cutting the beam in half with her sword, before Erik uses his own magnetic powers to launch the beams into Malice’s got, sending her flying.

ALLISON, grateful but not enthused: “Oh. Great. They sent you two.”

Magik rolls her eyes as another stepping disc brings Mercury and Bling! to their location. Magneto orders Roxy to tend to Dazzler’s injuries, while Cessily begins protecting the civilians.

MAGNETO: “Exodus!”

Exodus grins as he takes notes of Magneto, flying down next to Malice.

EXODUS: “My former lord and master! How wonderful to see you again. Especially as we were previously denied the previous opportunity to reunite.”

MAGNETO: “As I understand it, you fled with your tail tucked between your legs because you couldn’t even best Iceman. Yet you wish to challenge me? I thought you smarter than that when I made you my right hand.”

EXODUS: “I was smart enough to find a new master upon realizing you were a false prophet who lacked the will for what was necessary.”

MAGIK: “And yet Apocalypse still chose a little girl to be his heir over you.”

Exodus sneers.

Magneto turns his attention back to Malice and commands her to release Polaris, and undo the harm done to Scarlet Witch; if she complies, she may live.

MALICE, ready to fight: “I will not surrender my body. Not for anything…Father.”

Without further hesitation, Magneto begins the fight.

In the headmasters’ office, the Omega Gang continues to stand around, while Scott has been knocked out.

REDNECK: “You guys think we’ll have, like, titles and crap when this is all done?”

RADIAN, mockingly: “Yeah, I’m sure the queen of all Mutants will just be handing them out like candy to a bunch of kids who threw a riot in a school. Get a grip, man.”

REDNECK: “I was just saying, man! Be nice to get some thanks!”

ERNST: “We aren’t doing this for thanks. It’s just what’s right.”

TATTOO: “I’m hoping Lady Akabba could use some Court Musicians.”

RADIAN: “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

REDNECK: “Please, you guys suck at guitar.”

RADIAN AND TATTOO: “We do not!”

GLOB, quietly: “I think I want a fancy hat.”

While Quentin continues to be annoyed by everyone, he notices Brian has positioned himself in a corner, eyes stuck on Cyclops.

Quentin’s face softens, genuinely, as he moves to talk to him, but before he can, he receives a telepathic message.

SOPHIE: “You’ve really done it now, haven’t you?”

Quentin smirks, adjusting his glasses.

QUENTIN: “Thanks for helping me make so many friends. I couldn’t have done this without them.”

SOPHIE: “It didn’t have to go like this.”

QUENTIN: “No, this was inevitable as soon as I asked you out, and you laughed at me. It woke me up to who I needed to be, and from there, it was impossible not to see what needed to be done.”

SOPHIE: “What needed to be done was turn everyone here against each other? You and I agree that Mutandkind is superior. But I learned not to step on our own. Surrender now, and you can still learn that yourself.”

Quentin wipes his nose with his fist as it starts to bleed.

QUENTIN: “I’m guessing that means you’re helping Ms. Frost come after us. Fine. I’ll be more than happy to show you, and your sisters, exactly what I’ve learned.”

Sophie sighs.

SOPHIE: “So be it. But for what it’s worth…”

The door to the office is busted down, with Emma, Kitty, Sunspot, Dani, and Hellion in the doorway.

SOPHIE: “...I didn’t laugh.”

Outside the comatose Wanda’s room, Warpath and Dust stand outside. Sooraya is disturbed by all the violent noise going on elsewhere, but James tells her that he knows it's hard, but she has to stick to her assigned task and trust that the others will get the job done on their end. Being able to maintain that trust is part of being an X-Man.

Sooraya is able to compose herself and thanks Mr. Proudstar. She turns her attention to another thought.

DUST: “I don’t fully understand what it is Scarlet Witch does, but isn’t she meant to keep our whole world safe from monsters? Are we in danger right now?”

WARPATH: “There are things out there a lot worse than monsters. But we should be fine. Captain Britain and Prestige were able to convince Selene Gallio to help them fill in for Wanda until she’s healed. She can’t rule the world if it’s been gobbled up by an angry god.”

SOORAYA, somber: “So that is a yes.”

Warpath notices Sooraya isn’t doing so well and asks if there’s anything else on her mind, outside their immediate crisis. Soo doesn’t wish to bother him, but James assures her she won’t. Sooraya explains that this is her fault. The others are always all busy, with their romance and adventures, but she’s only ever here, doing her best to study and train so she can keep her friends and mother safe.

SOORAYA: “I should have seen what was happening to Quentin and Brian.”

James tells her to shut that thought down right now. He’s sure there’s going to be a lot of people playing the blame game when this is all done, but everyone makes their own choices. Quentin’s doing this because he wanted to and Brian joined him because he wanted to, just like he joined the Hellions back in the day because he wanted to…

JAMES: “And just like no one’s to blame for what happened to my brother besides the people who killed him.”

Sooraya breathes, touching James’ arm, and smiling.

JAMES: “What?”

SOORAYA: “This sounds like a lesson Ms. Frost would teach.”

JAMES, playing along: “Oh, you know that hurts, kid. That hurts worse than any attack.”

“Is that so?”

Dust and Warpath turn, knives drawn and sand ready, as they hear a modulated voice and turn toward it.

LADY AKABBA, in her full armor: “Shall we test that?”

In the Horsemen’s lair, Laura wakes up on the grounds, filthy and covered in cuts and bruises.

AKIHIRO: “Looks like Famine had fun with you.” Laura looks up to see him standing over her, Muramasa in hand. “You must be angry. Care to get any of that out?”

Laura grits her teeth, pops out her claws and attacks. Just as in their last encounter, Laura is outclassed, with Death blocking all her attacks. This time, however, instead of taunting her, with each failed strike, he tells her what she’s doing wrong. He kicks her down, but she gets right back up. She still isn’t able to hit him but can see her already listening and learning and doing better. Still, he ends up grabbing her and slamming her into the floor before she can land a clean it.

AKIHIRO: “Quick learner. That’s good. How do you feel?”

Laura picks herself up.

LAURA: “Where is Wind Dancer?”

AKIHIRO: “Occupied. Lady Akabba had a use for her after all.” Laura sneers. “Don’t be jealous. You’ll get to meet her too, in time.”

Akihiro tells her to keep coming for him until she can hit him. And while she does…

AKIHIRO: “You already made the smart choice, coming here. But I’m sure you still have doubts. Allow me to share my store, and rid you of them…little sister.”

The two stare each other down before Laura goes on the attack again.

In the Headmasters’ office, Quentin arrogantly greets the X-Men, as the Omega Gang assembles around him. Brian casts his head down as Julian glares at him.

QUENTIN: “I knew you attempt to spoil everything. Too bad for Cyclops.”

Quentin puts his fingers to his head, and attempts to fry Scott’s brain, but…

EMMA: “You were just speaking to Sophie, yes? While she was distracting you, the rest of my girls snuck inside your head. No telepathy for you.”

Quentin is irritated but shakes it off. They still aren’t afraid. He is an Omega, and all of them have Kick running through their veins to make them their best selves.

GLOB: “Yeah! I crushed a guy’s head a couple days ago!” He turns to Brian. “Wanna see me do that to your old friend, Tag?”

Brian stays silent.

KITTY: “Oh, now you’re quiet! What the Hell happened to you, Brian?”

DANI: “Kitty, don’t.”

The others are confused as Danielle steps forward.

DANI: “Robert, did you really kill someone?”

TATTOO: “We all did. Had to know we could trust each other.”

DANI, clenching her fists and welling up: “I’m so sorry.”

ROBERTO: “Dani, care to explain to the uninformed?”

Dani struggles to compose herself.

DANI: “They’re my squad. My other squad.”

The fact that Sunspot, Hellion, and Kitty are all surprised by this knowledge only pisses the Omega Gang off. Quentin just stepping back and leaning against the desk, while his teammates berate her.

TATTOO: “I thought you were so cool when I first got here, I thought we were becoming like a little family..”

RADIAN: “But then you decided we weren’t good enough! You wanted the powerful kids!”

REDNECK: “Then suddenly we never saw you outside training.”

GLOB: “You abandoned us, Ms. Moonstar.”

Dani is so sorry for making them feel like this for so long, but they have to believe her that this was never her intention. She didn’t take another squad because she wanted more powerful kids, she wanted another squad because she was already close with Surge and Wind Dancer. She didn’t know the kids saw her like they did, and she didn’t realize how little time she was making for them.

The kids don’t seem impressed by her apology.

QUENTIN, seeing an opportunity to drive more conflict: “Emma knew about the first people Brian and I killed.”

DANI, instantly flipping to rage toward Emma: “What?!”

EMMA: “Do not fall for his game, Danielle. Not when we’re in this predicament because, unlike me, you couldn’t handle two squads.”

DANI: “Why you…”

Kitty pulls Dani back and gets between everyone. Look, this doesn’t need to go any further! The kids wanted to send a message? They’ve sent it. Now they can listen, and make changes accordingly.

KITTY: “We’ve let you down. But I promise things can be better. We can do better.”

SUNSPOT: “Unless, of course, this isn’t really about a message.”

Quentin laughs.

QUENTIN: “If that’s you’re way of telling me you sussed out who I’m working for, and attempting to assess if they are as well? I am, and they are.”

Upsetting news to everyone. Except…

JULIAN, powering up with his aura: “That’s it then, isn’t it?! Everything is simplified? We’re X-Men. They’re villains.”

He says that last part, not having taken his eyes off Brian since he entered. Finally, Brian looks up and stares back, glaring.

BRIAN: “Yeah. We are.”

Brian slaps his chest, tagging himself.

Everyone starts forcibly shifting, with Julian roaring as flies right at Quentin, grabs him, and crashes them both out the window.

Hardcut to Paris, where Magneto and Magik battle Exodus and Malice, while Mercury pulls civilians out of rubble, and uses her body to form shields to protect civilians from falling debris.

As Magneto and Exodus exchange blows, Exodus decides to show Magneto exactly how far beyond him he’s become, flying up high. Magneto chases after him, as Bennett fires off a telekinetic blast large enough to destroy the entire city. Magneto, in turn, creates a shield to deflect the attack.

While Exodus is panting and shocked, an unamused Magneto merely dusts off his shoulder.

Magik bounces around the sky in a circle around Pestillence, via stepping discs, taking pot shots to kick, punch, and slice her. Malice meanwhile can’t hit her while she’s teleporting around like this.

MAGIK: “You really should surrender now. You’re not going to hit me, and since you’re running around in Polaris’ body, I can’t even have fun cutting you up into itty bitty pieces.”

Malice is pissed…but Magik just gave her an idea. She’s seen Polaris’ powers and the power gifted to her by Apocalypse, but she has her own weapon.

YANA: “You think I’m gonna give you MY body? I just got this thing!”

Malice smirks as her eyes open past her eyelids. Magik’s eyes open the same way.

Inside of Magik’s mindscape, which looks like a normal little girl’s bedroom, save for the mutilated stuffed animals with fleshy guts, Illyana is confused by what’s going on.

MALICE, appearing as a 14 yo goth girl with a British accent: “Sup?”

Hellion crashes Quentin down into the school’s front lawn, forming a crater. He repeatedly punches a still-smug Quentin in the face, trying to break through his forcefield.

HELLION: “I should have pounded your skull in the first time you talked to Brian, you dweeb! You messed him up, you hurt Noriko, and you’re hurting everyone here! You’re not hurting anyone else!”

Quentin blasts Hellion back, as he floats up into the air.

QUENTIN: “You know why we could never be friends, Hellion? Because you, none of you, can acknowledge what you are. You think you’re the sad little victims of this world, despite being the gods among gods! I know my worth. I know who I can uncaringly step on.” He smirks. “And who my useful lessers are.”

Hellion charges Quentin again, but Kid Omega meets him in mid-air, grabbing the back of his head and smashing him into the ground.

Inside, Emma in diamond form is punched through a wall by Ernst. As Ernst points out, she has to stay in that form to avoid getting trapped by Martha. But like this, they’re on the same level.

EMMA: “Do not insult me like that, child.”

Emma moves in to attack, but slips as a rioting student uses her powers to form a puddle underneath Emma, while fighting another kid, allowing Ernst to hit her again.

On a staircase, Dani fights Radian and Tattoo. Ms. Moonstar may never have given them proper attention, but the hand-to-hand training they’ve paid attention to. Dani pleads with them to not make her hurt them, to which Radian uses his light powers to blind her, while Tattoo phases her hand inside her to torture her by tattooing her insides.

In the common area, Sunspot is left fist-fighting Glob. He calls KItty over the coms to ask where she is; he hates to admit it, but their lowest-performing student may be stronger than him - at least on Kick. Kitty responds that Tag got her good, and sent her phasing through the Earth pretty far down. She’s working on coming back up as fast as she can.

This is no comfort to Beto as he takes a punch to the face.

In the Mission Room, the Cuckoos sit around the table. Things aren’t going well. They need to do something. Celeste notices that Quentin’s telepathy is still partially active. Mindee sees it now too; he has someone knocked out.

PHOEBE: “Eww. It’s that freak.”

SOPHIE: “She may be a freak, but if Quentin’s afraid of her, I say we wake her up.”

Sophie quickly changes her wording, telling the others to get on that. She has her own plan.

SOPHIE: “I know how to operate Cerebro. That should provide a far larger power boost than mere pills.”

As Sophie gets up, Esme grabs her wrist, telling her to stop. They’re the five-in-one. Splitting up is dumb. Especially when Sophie has never done anything like this before. They should just let everyone else do the stupid fighting.

SOPHIE, pulling Esme off her and smiling: “Come on, Esme. Haven’t you ever wanted to be a superhero?”

Back by Wanda’s room, Warpath gets in front of Dust, as Lady Akabba draws her sword.

WARPATH: “Lady Akkaba, I’m guessing? Nice armor.”

SOFIA: “Thank you. My father made it for me.”

WARPATH, nervous but quickly assessing the situation: “Dust, get in the room.”

DUST: “What?! You cannot fight her alone!”

WARPATH: “If she gets Wanda, she can do anything. If she kills me, you need to get her out of here. Got it? Do not help me, no matter what.”

Sooraya hates this,but after a quick glance at the monster in front of them, agrees.

SOORAYA: “Good luck, Mr. Proudstar.”

Dust shifts into dust to get under the door.

Lady Akkaba tells Warpath she hoped to avoid this. However, Magik cast a nasty protection spell preventing her from directly entering that room. She’d hoped to take her out of play before today like she did Surge and Wolverine, but he got in the way out of that.

James questions what she did with Laura. Akkaba tells him she’d be happy to tell him, once he bends the knee. Warpath is a fierce warrior, a former X-Man who was able to hold his own against her Juggernaut, and who’s even fought Externals before. He belongs in her army.

James pretends to think that over.

WARPATH: “Warren Worthington was everything I grew up hating. I never spent a ton of time with him, but enough to learn he was a good man.” He takes a stance. “Tell him I say hi when you see him.”

SOFIA, sighing: “You X-Men are so difficult.”

Warpath lunges forward and attacks Lady Akkaba. For all his strength, Lady Akkaba is far faster and lighter on her feet, blocking all of his knife swings.

Swinging overhead, he forces Lady Akkaba to hold a block.

LADY AKKABA, barely struggling: “Your knives are nice. Adamantium?”

WARPATH: “Same as your sword I’m guessing.”

LADY AKKABA: “Hardly. My blade was forged millenia ago by an invincible Mutant, and wielded by one even stronger.”

James knees Akkaba in the stomach, hurting her and knocking her back.

WARPATH: “I get it. You love Apocalypse.”

LADY AKKABA, amused: “I wasn’t speaking of Apocalypse.”

Sofia sets her hands aflame. Realizing that in the narrow hallway, there’s no room for cover, Warpath tries to launch one more attack, but he’s met with the flames of war to the face, as they fully consume him.

Akkaba presses on her attack, promising Warpath that if he survives this, he will come back stronger. Only to receive a surprise punch to the face from the burning man, sending her flying down the whole hallway and crashing through the wall.

Able to fly, this doesn’t phase Akkaba. As Warpath continues to rush after her, she fills the hall with more flames. James refuses to slow down. X-Man or teacher, he promised his life to these kids, and he’s not letting them down!

Warpath leaps again at Lady Akkaba, but is unable to reach her. Once he’s in mid-air, Sofia uses her winds to blow back all the way across the hallway, and back into the flames, as she lays on even more.

This time, James can’t get back up. Sofia absorbs all the flames back into herself.

SOFIA: “As expected, you fought well.” She raises her sword as she stands over the unconscious Warpath. “But there is only one fate for those who refuse to serve me.”

Rather than execute him immediately, Sofia’s swordhand quivers.

We zoom inside Sofia’s helmet to see her blue face, as she breathes with trepidation. She rapidly flashes back to all the time she spent with Warpath, back when he was teaching her to control her rage.

In the present…

SOFIA, under her breath: “I cannot be weak.”

Lady Akkaba brings her sword down to kill Warpath…

…only to be stopped as a sandstorm overwhelms her.

DUST: “You will not harm anyone else!”

SOFIA, protected by her armor: “Didn’t your teacher tell you to stay put? He had the right idea!”

Rather than burn Sooraya, Akkaba merely blows her away, through the hole Warpath made, and far away from the school.

Sofia breathes heavily as she looks down at James, left to decide what happens next.

Back in the Horsemen’s lair, Akihiro has finished telling Laura his story, while Laura is in the process of healing up large slashes all across her body, and has been provided a water bottle.

LAURA: “I don’t know what to say.”

AKIHIRO: “You could say our father is a monster who won’t be worth another thought once we torture him to death.”

LAURA, hanging her head: “Are you sure that it’s all true?”

AKIHIRO: “Do you doubt me?”

LAURA: “No.” Laura picks up her head and looks at her brother. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

AKIHIRO: “Realize what?”

LAURA: “That you were used like I was. By The Hand. And Romulus. You were just their weapon.”

Akihiro sighs in annoyance.

AKIHIRO: “Look, try not to be too annoying about the whole, “I’m a weapon” thing, okay? Last I checked weapons don’t have beautiful girlfriends. You’re a Mutant, a strong one, and if you play your cards right, a valued one to our lady. Help me take out Logan and I’ll even put in a good word for you.”

LAURA, squinting: “You��re being nice.”

AKIHIRO: “Would you rather I cut your head off?”

LAURA, slightly smiling: “No.”

AKIHIRO: “Smart. You keep drinking that water, I’m gonna go grab something a little stronger. We’ll pick up training after that.”

LAURA: “Sounds good…Brother.”

Akihiro smirks as he walks off. We see him texting Sofia that he’s still with Laura, and she wasn’t kidding: She’s a very good actress. But she still doesn’t suspect a thing.

We zoom in on the smiling Laura, as she scowls.

We flashback to her earlier conversation with Warpath.

LAURA: “Sofia has a plan to find the Horsemen. With just the two of us. And we’re leaving tonight.”

Laura continues.

LAURA: “I’m going to play along and act like I don’t know what she’s up to.”

WARPATH: “You sure it isn’t time we tell Cyclops what we know?”

LAURA: “No hard proof. I know she’s Lady Akkaba. I know from how War fought, I know from her smell, I know Sofia. I know that isn’t really her, that Apocalypse brainwashed her, but she already showed she can get around telepathy.”

With Apocalypse down, Exodus must be running the show and controlling her now and using her as a distraction. Either that, or Akihiro is controlling with his pheromones. Or Malice can actually possess multiple people. It doesn’t matter. She knows Sofia won’t really give her the opportunity to figure out where the base is, but if she can get close, she can start picking off the Horsemen until she gets the right one.

James doesn’t like it, but he trusts Wolverine’s judgment. Can she promise him she’ll be careful?

LAURA: “No.”

JAMES: “Figured.”

One more thing though. Akihiro. Logan talked to her about him after their run-in, right?

LAURA: “Yes. He has been used. In ways he doesn’t even realize. I don’t know him. You’re more a brother than he is. But Logan wants him alive.” Laura picks her head up. “I will kill Exodus and Malice first. If he isn’t the one controlling Sofia, I will save him. I will save them both.”

In the present, Laura sips her water.

In Magik’s mindscape, she takes a guess: this goth girl she’s talking to is the real Malice?

Malice giggles as she plops down on Illyana’s bed. It’s who Alice McAllister used to be. A normal girl from Yorkshire who couldn’t stand her bloody annoying parents or any other authority.

MALICE: “I had hobbies. Journaling. Making Pinterest boards. Protesting. I had dreams. I was going to be an artist. But, you wake up one morning outside your body, unable to be seen or heard by anyone, or touch anything, and suddenly you can’t write, or draw, or scream for change. Just wander. Alone.”

Yana yawns.

MAGIK, mockingly: “How sad for you.”

MALICE: “What, no sympathy for another young girl who had her life stolen from her?”

YANA: “Don’t. I promise your experiences do not compare to seven years in Limbo with Belasco.”

Yana does ask how long she’s been like this though.

MALICE: “Four years. Don’t tell Exodus, though. I don’t want him thinking I’m another of Apocalypse’s kiddies.”

MAGIK: “I promise you I couldn’t care less.”

Malice laughs as she pokes at the fleshy guts inside a stuffed rabbit. She doesn’t know what Limbo is like, but she promises Illyana that her life has been hell. Even once she got over the initial shock and realized how her powers worked. Finding depressed souls who’d be willing to hand over their bodies wasn’t hard. But it wasn’t that simple. See she burns through human bodies rather quickly. Usually within mere days.

MALICE: “Can you imagine that? Four years of living in different bodies every day, each one wrong in so many ways?”

That finally hits Yana, who looks at herself in a child’s mirror and sees her 7 year-old self.

Malice continues to explain that she got beyond lucky finding Polaris, but she isn’t perfect. She’s strong and sturdy and she’s held up well, but this body is starting to go too; it has another few months at best. After Apocalypse killed all the humans, he was going to release his fellow Externals, and force one of them to give her an immortal body, but the X-Men ruined that.

Magik focuses back on Malice, questioning if she doesn’t actually have the same goals as the others.

MALICE: “Lord, no. Fascists like Apocalypse, Exodus, and Lady Akkaba are the kinds of people I used to throw red paint at. They’re just the only ones who were willing to help me.”

Now, the new plan is to use Scarlet Witch to make her a body, among all the other plans for her, but that doesn’t need to happen.

MALICE: “Not if you give me your body.”

Malice appears behind Illyana and covers her eyes with her hands.

YANA: “What are you–?”

MALICE: “I see you, Darkchylde. Acting like you’re oh so happy to be Magik, and being a little goblin girl. But that’s all it is. An act. You are still a demon, a creature of darkness, a soulless husk. Fighting along dandy superheroes because you just love your girlfriend so much. But I know she can’t be enough for you. All the friends in the world can’t be. You’re still miserable. Anyone stuck in the wrong body would be. But with its mystical nature, it would be the perfect body for me.”

Magik punches Malice, but that just makes her appear in front of her. Malice promises to take away all her pain. Having a soul will do that! Magik will still get to exist in the back of her head, finally at peace.

MALICE: “You have no way to either restore your full, demonic form or to obtain your old soul. You are not good or evil. You are nothing. I can take away that pain. Having my soul will do that! And you’ll still get to exist in the back of my head, finally at peace.”

Magik is shaken, especially as Malice reaches her hands inside her and smiles innocently, telling her to think of how happy they’ll be together.

Magik smiles back at her and holds her arms. She then proceeds to turn her face into Darkchylde’s and burn Malice with Hellfire.

Magik snaps back to reality, not about to worry about any of that stuff right now, and just focus on the bitch who got past her defenses.

MAGIK, panting: “Now…where are–?”

Illyana is cut off and screams as she’s blasted from behind by Pestilence, who then proceeds to rain metal rubble down on her, burying her underneath.

MALICE: “I’ll be in touch to see if you change your mind!”

Magneto, still engaged with Exodus, notices this, and cries out with concern for Magik. Erik launches another blast that only only penetrates Exodus’ forcefield, but tears off some of his flesh. As Magneto swoops down to rescue Magik, Pestilence flies up to Famine and tells him it’s time to go.

As Magneto pulls all of the rubble off of Magik, we see Mercury, exhausted and overwhelmed from all of this, but having successfully evacuated the area. Roxy finally makes it over to her, with Cessily falling into her arms.

Erik meanwhile holds the unconscious Magik in his arms, relieved that she survived, but further enraged as Pestillence, horrified by the thought of losing Illyana again.

Back in the school, Sunspot continues fighting Glob, eventually taking a punch to the face that draws blood.

ROBERTO: “How dare you?”

Glob laughs and tells Roberto he pisses him off more than anyone. All the X-Men act like they’re better than everyone, but Roberto is the worst about it, because he thinks he’s smarter than everyone.

GLOB: “There are more important things than being smart!”

Redneck appears on the scene, ready to back Glob up, rushing Sunspot with his burning hands.

GLOB: “Redneck, no!”

Redneck grabs Sunspot, but, of course, all this does is supercharge him, enabling him to blast both of the boys unconcious.

GLOB, passing out: “You…idiot.”

On the staircase, Tattoo taunts Dani as she tortures her, proclaiming how, whatever role she has in Lady Akkaba’s world, she wants to be a mom one day, with a bunch of kids.

TATTOO: “Thank you for teaching me exactly what not to do with him.”

Dani cringes.

DANI: “I’m sorry I failed you. And I’m sorry for this.”

Dani finally pulls her power. Radian and Tatoo fall down the stairs as they imagine sentinels firebombing them from above, with the ruins of Genosha around them. They’re left trembling in fetal position as Dani bends down to hold their hands.

Elsewhere, Ernst rushes toward Emma, but she has a low tolerance for misbehavior, and these girls have thoroughly expended it. The X-Men saved them both from the U-Men and gave them their home; they’re sorry they couldn’t also be their parents, but that’s just not how it works.

EMMA: “Now…sit down.”

Emma leaves her diamond form, and before Ernst can attack her, or Martha can freeze her body, Emma overwhelms them both with a psychic wave, knocking them out.

Outside, Quentin and Hellion continue to try and murder each other, exchanging punches, blasts, and chucking trees at each other, with Quentin also excelling with bladed constructs to cut up Julian. Keeping Julian on the backfoot is not only Quentin’s body running on Kick, but unlike himself, Quentin clearly doesn’t care if his attacks kill everyone.

Once Quentin notices that Julian is playing defense for the school, he launches a full-power attack directly at it. Hellion himself between the attack and the school, but while he is able to stop it, it exhausts the rest of his energy, and he collapses.

Quentin picks up Julian, who’s bleeding significantly more than he is, by the neck and raises him into the air.

QUENTIN: “You almost had the right idea. The whole “Hellions” thing. You were stronger, more fit, than the rest of us, and you treated us like we deserved. If I’d woken up to my true potential back then, we really could have been friends. But by the time I did, you’d let the X-Men corrupt you with their arrogant complacency. I wish the Omega Gang packed the kind of power your gang did, but then, I have much bigger plans than being a school bully; before long, I know I’ll be a Horseman.”

JULIAN: “C…C…”

QUENTIN: “Something to say? Going to call me a dork again? Want to tell me my parents were right to desert me?”

JULIAN: “C…Could you tell me where I left my hands?”

Quentin panics as he realizes Julian’s hands are missing. Just then, he’s struck from behind as demonic metal, supercharged with the last of Hellion’s energy, collides with the back of his head.

Quentin falls over as the wind is knocked out of him and his forcefield momentarily goes down. Hellion reattaches his hands, and is about to pound away at Quentin before he puts himself back together, but…

“Get away!”

He’s tackled away by Tag. Brian, mounted on top of Julian, has tears in his eyes, while Julian is still in disbelief its gotten this far.

Elsewhere, the four non-Sophie Cuckoos work to wake up Escapade, while Sophie sets herself up in Cerebro. Quickly, Escapade is jolted awake.

ESCAPADE: “That jerk!”

And Sophie, with some difficulty, is able to dismount the Cerebro helmet from the rest of the set-up, informing her sisters she’s on her way to save the day.

Julian and Brian wrestle around on the ground. Julian finally gets to ask the big question.

JULIAN: “Why?!”

BRIAN: “I said why! You just never pay attention!”

Julian kicks Brian off of him. He never thought Brian was as dumb as he thinks of himself, but if he really let Quentin convince himself, without telepathy, that he was ever going to abandon him, he really is an idiot.

JULIAN: “You’re my best friend.”

BRIAN, on the verge of a breakdown: “Yeah. You too, man.”

Brian beats Julian. Quentin is able to get up, happy to see this.

QUENTIN: “Don’t hold back, Tag! Once he’s dead, we’ll never have to think of this loser again! It’ll just be you and me!”

“Hey Quentin!”

Quentin is confused and turns around, as Escapade rockets out of the school on her jet boots, grabs Quentin’s face, and electrocutes him with her shock glove.

ESCAPADE: “You were talking about what you’re owed?!”

Quentin knocks her away. She switches places with him, hoping to immobilze him that way, but she quickly collapses and the switch is undone, as her body reacts horribly to suddenly being filled with Kick.

Quentin pants. He’s tired, the back of his bleeding profusely, and now this little bitch just burned half his face off! But he’s still standing!

QUENTIN, looking over at the other fight: “Brian! Kill him already!”

Julian laughs.

BRIAN: “What could you possibly be laughing about?”

JULIAN, grinning: “I do get how he got to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying more attention. But you’re kidding yourself if you think he won’t dump you faster than we ever would have.”

Brian stops punching.

QUENTIN: “Tag! What are you doing, you idiot?! Do I need to do this myself?!”

Tag glares at Quentin, wiping his tears on his arm.

QUENTIN: “Oh now what? Did he say something? Don’t listen to the enemy, you idi–!’

Quentin falls to his knees, screaming in agony.

Sophie, wearing the Cerebro helmet exits the school, taking note of the destroyed landscape, and the already beaten Hellion and Escapade.

SOPHIE: “Never send lesser Mutants to do a Cuckoo’s job.”

Sophie, approaching Quentin, tells him it’s over. His “friends” are beaten, her sisters are blocking his telepathy, and thanks to Cerebro, his mental defenses are nothing to her.

Sophie stomps down on Quentin’s head.

SOPHIE: “Die, loser.”

Quentin screams as he bleeds from his eyes.

QUENTIN: “The Sophie Cuckoo I loved would have loved to crush all of humanity underneath her stilletos!”

SOPHIE: “I grew up. You should have tried it.”

Quentin’s still not done. Using his telekinesis, he unloads every bit of Kick he has left from his pocket, and shoots it all down his mouth.

BRIAN: “No! Sophie, watch out!”

With the power boost from the extra Kick, Quentin makes Sophie scream as well, as he stands up, laughing manically. The other Cuckoos all scream as well. He overrode their block, but they can still back Sophie up.

QUENTIN, enjoying Sophie’s pain as she struggles against him: “You said you didn’t laugh, right? Kiss my boots now, take back that last comment, and you can still be my queen. A HA HA HA!”

Sophie digs her heels into the ground to help her stay standing. Despite Quentin’s overwhelming strength, she’s still confident she can beat him.

Brian watches on as Sophie struggles to fight back against Quentin, but refuses to back down nonetheless. He looks to Julian to do something, but he’s passed out from his injuries. With Escapade also down, he’s the only one who can do anything.

BRIAN: “I’m sorry, everyone. I just wanted friends.”

Sophie’s knees bend as she bleeds from her mouth, her eyes roll around in her head, and the other Cuckoos writhe in agony as well. Even still, Sophie isn’t letting up, just looking for an opening in Quentin’s mental assault.

QUENTIN: “Esme, can you and the others all hear me over you’re screaming? I hope you can. Because once I’m done with her, I’m coming for–!”

Quentin is cut off as Brian lands a devastating hook to the back of his head. Everything goes silent. Then, Quentin loses control and Sophie finds her opening and hits Quentin with everything she’s got, as Brian is blasted away, and the front lawn is further devestated.

In the Mission Room, the Cuckoos all stop screaming, and start crying.

Emma, Dani, Kitty, and Sunspot finally make it outside to find their school wrecked, and five of their students unconcious. They rush without hesitation to check on them all. Kitty gives the thumbs up that Escapade’s okay. Sunspot lets them know Hellion’s just out cold too.

Dani and Emma aren’t so lucky as they check on Brian, Quentin, and Sophie. Dani cries, while Emma turns to diamond, holding Sophie tight.

That night, in the Mission Room, Cyclops has his head buried in his hands.

SCOTT: “How did we let this happen?”

The only ones sitting with him are an equally depressed Kitty and Sunspot. Lockheed is in Kitty’s arms.

KITTY: “We made mistakes. A lot of mistakes.”

BETO: “Someone knew exactly how to take advantage of them.”

SCOTT: “And now two of our kids are dead.”

As the three try and press through going over their whole situation, we see Quentin lying in bed in the medical bay. And next to him, Warpath. Neither is dead, but both are comatose. Beto is not only enraged at what happened to Jimmy, clearly from the burn marks War’s doing, but while he doesn’t wish death on him, he resents that Quentin survived everything.

KITTY: “I tried talking to Dani. Couldn’t get a word out of her.”

We see Dani crying hysterically as she works a punching bag in her room.

SCOTT: “Emma’s had a similar time with the Cuckoos. She’s still trying now.”

We see Emma following behind four Cuckoos, only for her to turn a corner, and discover they were just illusions.

Scott continues to bring up how the Omega Gang has been given to SHIELD, and thanks Kitty for making it clear on his behalf that they aren’t to hold these kids long term; they’ll take them back when they’re ready, and do better by them. They’ll certainly have the space if the current rate of parents pulling their kids out of the school doesn’t slow down.

SUNSPOT: “Not to be the pragmatist at a time like this, but the Horsemen got what they wanted from all of this. They got Wanda.”

We see Magneto splitting the ocean in his rage.

SUNSPOT: “If they figure out a way to use her power, we’re done.”

KITTY: “And we’ll stop them before that happens. Nothing we can do about it right now though. What we can do is do better by the kids. By all of them.”

Dust, Mercury, Bling!, and Surge stand outside the medical bay, all in tears, with the camera at first focusing on the comatose Warpath.

SCOTT: “Quentin was wrong about a lot. Less than his “friends” were. But he was right about one thing. One of the same things Professor Xavier got right.”

The camera in the medical bay pans over to Magik, Hellion, and Escapade, unconscious and//or heavily injured, but not in critical condition.

SCOTT: “The X-Men are elite. We have to be. Because most Mutants aren’t. They’re just ordinary people. Whatever privileges we enjoy, what comes first is that responsibility to keep each and every one of them safe.”

“Even if we don’t always meet that responsibility.”

The camera in the med bay pans over to reveal the two casualties of the riot: Sophie Cuckoo and Brian Cruz.

The four girls hold each other’s hands.

In Sofia’s room, Laurie is SO sorry. This is all her fault. She knew she’d make the wrong pheromones. Sofia, acting distraught but keeping herself together, promises Laurie this isn’t because of her. There was chaos, yes, and bad people took advantage of that, but neither of her friends’ deaths were because of her mistake. There are bad guys who deserve that blame. Okay?

Laurie tearfully nods.

SOFIA, slightly smirking: “Listen, I didn’t want to do this because, as an X-Man, it was my responsibility to bring you here, but I might know someone who can help you with your powers just as much as we can. Call him a tutor.”

LAURIE: “A tutor.”

SOFIA: “One with the same powers as you. I met him in my travels after I left the school. His name is Sean. I think you’ll like him. If you’re willing to give this a try.”

Laurie forcefully nods. This can’t happen again. She’ll try anything.

Sofia pets her hair.

Cut to Sofia leaving the room, where Laura rushes up to her, having heard what happened, enraged and distraught. Sofia hugs her.

SOFIA: “We will make the Horsemen pay. Every one of them. I promise.”

LAURA, claws out: “Don’t you worry. I’ll kill them all myself.”

We cut between Laura’s face, depressed and filled with righteous anger, and Sofia, wearing mere impressions of these emotions.

In Egypt, Sofia enters her lair, still in her normal clothes, where Exodus, Malice, and Akihiro are celebrating their triumph with drinks and a feast before they get to cracking Scarlet Witch.

AKIHIRO: “Will our lady be joining us?”

SOFIA, head held high: “Yes. But I have an important matter to attend to first.”

Sofia confidently marches out, Exodus clearly curious about what Sofia is up to What could she be plotting?

In the washroom, Sofia violently vomits into a toilet. More than once.

SOFIA, looking like she’s just had the worst nightmare: “What have I done?”

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CAST CHANGES:

Brian Cruz AKA Tag is no longer part of the main cast.

Quentin Quire is no longer part of the main cast.

Sophie Cuckoo is no longer part of the main cast.

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The He-Man Chronicles

hahahahahahahah i'm staring at this gif very very normally thank you

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Words: 7.9K(hah i love him your honor)

Prompt this be a request babayyyyy:

[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.

[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.

Warning: 18+ it's smut, PiV, fingering, oral F and M receiving, Eddie talks a lot(yes that is a warning), drug use so like can be seen as under the influence non-con if you squint, let me know if i missed anything i am still new at this whole thing heh :)))

A/N: OK YALL THIS IS DIRECTLY FROM MY REQUESTS, a most beautiful anonymous individual dropped this off as a gift to me and my brain went WILD. I am very sorry to anon if this isn't the character you had in mind since it is my first time writing for him, but I just got like mad inspired so if you want me to write this prompt with a different character or if you didn't like my interpretation you go ahead and tell me and i will very much get on fixing that just please allow me this one sin 😌 it's been a minute since i've been this obsessed with an individual and eddie has just got me wrapped around his little fingers now doesn't he!!! me and eddie have kinda similar hair and both love weed and i think that's hot and i really wanted to get this done before the new episodes drop because i am TERRIFIED of what is to become of my baby. ya literally freaking out, obsessed, want to die, love him so so so so so so so much who am i. again giving this anon the biggest hugs and most aggressive forehead kisses literally ever because they gave me the inspiration to do this and be slutty and emotional on the MAIN! i LOVE them for allowing me this! so please enjoy send me all your eddie disgusting beautiful delicious thoughts and good luck to all my eddie girlies, tonight we ride 🤠

ok apologies i know this is already way too fucking long kill me with a butter knife but i have to point to @chaseadrian and @inklore who are doing GODS WORK with their eddie writing please i beg go read, it is so good ok sorry i'll shut up please enjoy!

also minimally edited i had to stop looking at it so forgive me please 🫠

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It always started like this.

Eddie brought the weed, you rolled the joints, and then cartoons for hours.

You and him were so simple, like a river flowing to sea, a course already predetermined and known that it was hard picturing life without him sometimes.

You’d been rolling together side by side since 6th grade english where the two of you made your teacher cry and then spent all of detention, heads together, trying to come up with the greatest revenge plot of all time. She’d been a menace and you and Eddie had had enough of it. But the revenge never came to be and that didn’t really end up mattering. You’d found your best friend.

He was the confidant you’d always wanted. The person who never shied away from any conversation. Eddie wanted to talk and he wanted to listen and he just wanted to know every fucking thing about you. His eyes read you inside and out like a creased and worn out paperback, soft from how often those eyes have traversed those pages. You were soft on him.

Long story short, that was how vengeful 6th graders turned blood bonded confidants turned into the drug dealing freaks of Hawkins High.

Somewhere along the way you both realized weed made shit a hell of a lot more fun, and a little extra pocket money never hurt. Like everything else between you two it had become your thing. You and Eddie had spent hours one fateful summer perfecting your joint rolling skills, or as Eddie would call it “doobie time” and the rest was history.

You’d never minded being labeled the freaks, never minded that the jocks were incessant about their hatred of you two, Hellfire, honestly anyone that wasn’t like them. Because Eddie was always right at your side ready to knock em down a few pegs and then erase any hurt with his goofy smile that made everything feel just a bit lighter.

Even though you didn’t get DnD and refused to play, he’d always made sure you felt some level of included. He’d nicknamed you Fae because you reminded him of some faerie princess he’d written into a campaign they’d been doing at the time and even gave you an honorary Hellfire t-shirt. The shirt had smelled like him and it had made you swoon but you refused to read into it any of the sweet gestures and delicious smelling shirts. That was just how Eddie was.

Eddie was your rock and you were his safe place to land and in so many ways it was hard for either of you to spend too much time apart. And so you had made a promise early in your friendship that Friday nights were claimed for the two of you. A ritual of sorts to let go of the bullshit of the week and just be. You and Eddie and joints and He-Man.

“Honestly speaking, He-Man is my ideal man. I mean the bob, the bangs, the voice? It’s just a package deal that cannot be ignored.”

Eddie snorted beside you, his lips turning up as his heavy lidded eyes scan your face. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Just looking at you.

His lips are wrapped around joint number 3? 4? And it’s hard not to zero in on his mouth, the softness and fullness of his lips sinking your mind somewhere warm and molten. You aren’t even sure what time it is anymore and your eyes are half open at best, but somehow the fog clouding the space behind your eyes clears just enough for Eddie to be the only thing visible. Your only real focus.

“Honestly speaking Fae, no one asked if you thought He-Man was the ideal man, but the fact that you just willingly gave up that information is something more pertinent for us to discuss. Please tell me, what is it about the most powerful man in the universe that truly speaks to you?”

“Oh shut up. You’re all jokes and honestly most of them are awful, sorry to break the news.”

You shove at his shoulder and ever the drama queen, he falls back, sprawling out on the carpet, hands clutching at his heart. His curls fan out around him, twisting and curving, framing his head like a halo, and there’s that edge to his eyes, a sort of golden fire that has been coming to the surface more and more when you’re together. It’s a sharpness of something secret that you can’t seem to place.

“Ah! You wound me! Sticks and stones and words all hurt me the same you know.”

“Eddie I swear to god you are a fucking nutcase sometimes.”

Your mind is swimming in the liquid brown of his eyes as he pears up at you from the floor. His laugh caresses your ears as smoke curls from his lips and he blinds you. He looks so soft, every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his t-shirt, seem gilded in a warm honey glow you’re fairly certain is due to the drugs curling around your synapses. But even if it is the weed, you’re still fairly certain curling up into his side would feel like drowning in warm, cottony sheets fresh out the dryer. It has your head spinning and hazy with feelings you haven’t yet defined in your head. Probably still too afraid to figure it out, but holy shit is he beautiful.

“Wait what did you say?”

Oh fuck. Did you seriously just fucking say that out loud?

Shit. This is exactly why you stick to two joints, max. As soon as you went past that your tongue gets heavy with all the words you’re always too anxious to say and proceeds to catapult every whim that flits across your brain out into the world for anyone and everyone to hear.

And today, delightfully, it got to be Eddie.

“I was just- I just- Well what do you think I said?”

“Well this is a tough one, you know with you sitting so far away from me and all, but I believe I heard you say something about me being beautiful? Possibly? Maybe?”

He props himself up on his elbows and scoots closer to you eyes brimming with question and hope? It’s hard to tell with the smoke filling the air, your lungs, your brain, but you almost feel like of everything, hope is the clearest. His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip, his teeth just catching onto the pillowy flesh there, and you have to focus on intaking breath or you’re fairly certain you’d forget to breath all together with how he’s looking at you.

“Uh well yes I-uh ya I mean come on of course you’re beautiful I mean you have to know that! The cheerleaders that buy weed from us pretend that you’re a gross freak but I heard Kristina in calc talking about how she thinks you’ve got a lot going on down stairs and how she’d really really like to find out. You know, everyone loves a bad boy.”

“Do you?”

“Wait wha- what?”

“Do you like a bad boy?”

That gives you pause. He’s completely ignored the fact that Kristina Taylor wants to see his dick and that just didn’t really track in your brain. She was probably the hottest girl at Hawkins and all the guys in Hellfire wax very poetically, at length, about how nice her tits are on at least a daily basis. Except Eddie, but you’d chalked that up to his assumed “manners”, and that he was just being respectful and hiding his lust.

And to make matters even more confusing his eyes are shifting, darkening to more of a chestnut brown with shades of need that you have a sneaking suspicion have zero to do with Kristina. Because he’s looking directly at you again, like he has been doing quite a lot these past few weeks, and it’s making you sweat.

You can feel your pulse in your fingertips as they press harder into the ground as if you’re trying to steady yourself from this giant shift happening between you and Eddie in his bedroom.

With He-Man on in the background.

It was all very discombobulating.

“I mean well ya I guess so, but don’t flatter yourself E. I’ve seen you shoot milk out your nose honestly too many times to count and that concerns me. Who knows, it could be a health condition! Maybe you have the weirdest milk related illness of all time, really gonna beat all those losers who’re lactose intolerant. They’ve got nothing on you.”

Eddie stays quiet even as his lips twitch up again into a soft grin. If there’s one thing Eddie is a pro at it’s seeing straight through your bullshit diversions.

But he doesn’t call you out on it this time. He just pushes himself the rest of the way up scooting himself closer to where you’re sprawled out against the side of his bed. There’s a precision to his movements tinged with caution as if he’s afraid to spook you.

It’s then you realize how your shoulders have hitched up and your fingers are curled into the carpet. Knuckles white and bones groaning, you must look like a corned animal.

He finally bridges the gap between you, his hand coming up, the joint still burning between his fingertips, smoke curling and twining around itself up towards the ceiling. Your fingers brush at the exchange and you see his chest twitch with a stuttered breath at the same time you hear your own catch. It feels fizzy and light as it skitters up your arm over your shoulder and down your spine. You have to restrain the shiver.

Eddie looks no less affected.

Your lips wrap around the filter of the joint and you inhale deep, needing something to distract from the headiness filling the air threatening to pull you under. It fails almost instantly.

The smoke floating from between your lips seems to only pull Eddie in closer, his eyes dropping down to watch the smoke curl from between your lips up into your nose. His lips part and you can see how his chest expands on the inhale, as if he’s trying to suck the smoke swirling out of your lungs straight into his.

You quickly inhale another puff and then pass it back to him, avoiding his touch at all costs and averting your eyes from his gaze that feels like its stripping you bare. Eddie’s rings glint in the low light of his bedroom as he taps the ash off the joint and stubs it out into the ashtray. His head turns back to look at you and he slowly slides himself to sit in front of your crossed legs, his frame now blocking out He-Man, the only distraction you had left.

“Hey. Hey Fae what’s going on up there? I know this weeds strong but you’re leaving me. Where ya going?”

There’s a sort of stillness wrapping itself around your ankles and crawling up your calves. You can see it in his eyes, he wants you to ask, ask what this tension, this thickness filling the air is all about. And he wants to tell you, desperately, wants to break the dam and let everything spill out all over the floor so it’s finally not suffocating you both.

If only you'd ask.

So you decide you will.

“E what’s going on here? I can’t with you looking at me like that. And don’t even ask me what that means because if I knew then I would tell you but I have no fucking clue and everything feels so confusing and fuck you weren’t kidding this weed is really, really strong.”

The words are tumbling, skittering, bursting from between your lips and it takes everything you have to suck in a breath and stop the word vomit from steering into territory that was much too scary to verbalize. Though it feels like it’s already sprinting in that direction, like a runaway train that has no chance of stopping, the only thing left to do is get ready for the carnage.

You peak up at him from beneath your lashes and his eyes are open with an aching vulnerability as if he’s letting you look into his soul. As if he really, really wants you too dive into his eyes and see it all.

His hand wraps around your ankle and the sear of his warm skin interwoven with the biting chill of his silver rings shoots up your leg and settles in your core, hot and torrid. You can barely breath, trying fruitlessly to hide your gasps for breath from Eddie’s ever watchful eyes.

The two of you haven’t been able to break eye contact and the temperature of the room starts to climb quickly like a kettle about to boil over. He drags your foot into his lap, his other hand curling around the juncture of your knee, squeezing just so and your sharp intake of breath sounds like a bomb in the hush of the room. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and they darken to a shade that has your stomach twisting itself into knots.

God this is too much, he still hasn’t spoken and you think you might start melting into the carpet if he doesn’t do something fast. What that something is you’re not totally sure but you’d love to find out, and soon.

“Fae, I ca- I’m about to say something really stupid but here goes nothing. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. I just- Fuck do I want you and you’re my best friend but also the person I think about when my hand is wrapped around my dick, which sorry that's way too much information but honestly it’s just really hard to think around you sometimes when I want you in every way humanly possible and it feels like you’re always just out of reach.”

“But you also have to know, have to believe me when I say if you don’t feel the same, I will never bring this up again. Ever again. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like that, and I can see how you’re out of breath just like me and it feels like you might be losing it just as bad.”

Your vision seems to glaze over and then flicker back as he talks, the gravel and need in his tone setting off all of your synapses and sends you flying into a deep-rooted, aching lust. The feelings and want that have been simmering under layers and layers of fear and dismissal, now breaking through the cracks and fissures Eddie’s proclamations have unleashed upon all your safeguards. You feel like a volcano about to explode, like you’re this close from ripping yourself apart with everything building and building and building within you.

He falls into you like his words are propelling him forward, the momentum shoving you both into a new chapter. His chest pushes up against the front of your leg, his chin hovering just above your knee, and you can feel his chest rising and falling through his soft cotton t-shirt, the heat of him seeping into your bare skin. His eyes are flitting across your features, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks, and your face heats with his focus and attention.

He’s so close you can almost count his eyelashes, see the the lines in his lips where they’ve gotten slightly chapped. One of his crossed legs stretches open to rest against yours, and now you’re caged in on both sides, his hand still gripping your knee, squeezing every so often so you don’t forget that he’s there.

You feel like you might just lunge at him at any moment, like a rubber band stretched till it’s breaking point. One more word from him and you might just throw yourself off the cliff edge, you’re not totally sure if you’d even want to stop yourself.

“I- well I guess I might be feeling the same way, and honestly speaking, I’ve been thinking about you too. Or whatever.”

The spell finally breaks and your eyes drop instantly to the hand wrapped around your knee, his eyes finally getting the better of you. You’d just said so much, it all feels too much, and yet you don’t want to stop, because for some reason it seems like everything might turn out the way your heart really, truly wants it to.

But you’re absolutely fucking terrified nonetheless.

Eddie stays silent, but he moves almost instantly, the hand around your ankle gliding up your calf before sliding around your neck, into your hair, and his thumb catches under your chin, lifting till you’re forced to look at him.

It’s like sparklers are going off in your belly, chest, head, cunt. He’s looking at you as if he wants to inhale you like the smoke that’s been rolling around between you two all night. You feel consumed by him and this moment and the smirk crossed with a timid smile laced across his lips makes your heart squeeze with a want that’s starting to twist into something almost feral.

“You know what I think is really crazy? The fact that you know I like you, and I know you like me, and even though all I can think about sometimes is kissing you, I still haven’t kissed you yet. That just seems like a real shame if you ask me.”

His voice has dropped into a gravelly rumble, though still lilting in the way that Eddie is always joking, always light. Always your Eddie. His eyes are one and the same, a darkening brown, yet twinkling with an excitement and want that sends goosebumps skittering across your flesh.

He’s leaning in closer now, and his hand shifts, thumb stroking at your cheek as his fingers press into the skin behind your ear and further into your hair. You instinctively lean into his hand, skull pushing back against his fingers, wanting him to card them deeper into your hair and pull.

“E, please kiss me.”

“Dang, if you just gave me a second I was abou-“

Your lips touch down on his, cupping the plush of his lower lip, muffling the words leaving his tongue. You both freeze for a breath, until Eddie groans from somewhere deep in his chest and everything gets set ablaze.

His fingers card into your hair, pressing into your scalp, as his hand wraps around your knee and tugs your leg out to wrap around his hip. His body crowds into you, and your other leg naturally unfolds, winding around him till you have to shift up and into his lap.

It all happens in what feels like a heart beat and now you’re sitting nose to nose with the boy of possibly your dreams, and he’s looking at you with such softness and such reverence that it leaves you spinning.

Emotions are painted across his features and especially his eyes that are peering into yours, trying to read every one of your thoughts. And you want him to. You want him to see the yearning, the lust, the need. You would be willing to strip yourself bare for him and he for you.

His hands squeeze at your waist, pinky fingers hooking under the seam of your shirt to press into your bare skin, and the touch swirls around your body, spreading through you until your hips can’t help but roll into his and—

Your eyes lock and you can feel him. Pressing up against the zipper of his jeans, into the cradle of your thighs, and even through the two layers of denim, you can fell him. It sends your thoughts tumbling down, down, down to the molten center of you that’s been burning and churning since you two light up that first joint.

Eddie sucks in a breath, lips pressed shut, and a light whine cracks in the back of his throat as if it’s been torn out of him. His nose bumps into yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as his lips move to your jaw, down to your neck.

A keen rises to the tip of your tongue as he licks at your pulse, thick and hot, teeth nipping softly in its wake. His hands are slowly starting to guide your hips, rocking you forward and back over the zipper of his jeans. Every pass over your clit leaves you whimpering out into the humid air and your fingers tangle in his hair, trying fruitlessly to ground yourself in the silky strands.

His breath puffs out against your throat as he bumps his forehead into your jaw affectionately, and you can feel the press of his teeth as he smiles into your throat.

“Fae, baby, I wa-want to see all of you, is that ok? Let me undress you, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

He’s begging you, tone needy and gruff, as he nuzzles into your neck like some love sick puppy and you can’t feel, think, smell, taste, hear anything but him.

“God, yes, please, please yes.”

Your lips latch onto each others again, a burning intensity singeing the edges of every torrid press of lips. The damn has finally broken and you’re both frantic to feel. An all consuming ache to be skin to skin, devouring you both.

His hands slide around your thighs, settling down to cup your ass as he shifts up onto his knees, lifting you those final few inches to sit you up on his bed. The shift in angle leaves him gazing up at you if only for a breath, his eyes welling with reverence, as if praying before an altar. You can feel how hot you are between your legs and you wonder if he can feel it too. Feel how you’re burning up for him from the inside out.

His lips draw back a breath, dancing over yours, just brushing past, only to pull away every time you desperately try to fall into him. A dizziness is filling your head, leaving you dazed, eyes glazing over with how he’s leaving you on a razors edge. Touching you, but not quite, every pass just shy of the touch you’re truly aching for.

“Baby lift your arms for me ok? Let me see you.”

He ducks his head down as his fingers catch on the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up the skin of your sides, yours ribs, fingers pressing in every so often, as though memorizing the flesh. His mouth follows shortly behind, imprinting the shape of his kisses onto the skin next to your belly button, over your ribs, onto your sternum, between your collarbones, your neck, and finally returning to your lips, your shirt disappearing somewhere far behind him though you seriously couldn’t care less.

You stay there, tongues tangling and swirling around each other, a small moment of slowness breaking through the chaos. Your nails catch against the back of his shirt and he helps you pull it off of him, every movement syrupy and soft. It’s like you’re drowning in this little blink of time.

His bare skin is a furnace under your touch, seeping warmth into your chest and heart, heating you slowly until all of a sudden you’re burning up for more. You whine onto his tongue as your fingers twist a little tighter into his hair, showing him you need more because you’ve definitely lost the ability to speak, words now a foreign concept.

“Fuck, you need more ya? Is that what you want Fae? You want more?”

All you can manage is a few mhms as his lips suck hard at your throat, stinging, surely leaving a mark. But you want him to mark you, dripping at the thought of waking up tomorrow to small purple kisses littering your skin.

You grind your hips against his chest, seeking some sort of friction before you self combust. You’re gasping against his neck as he continues his assault on yours. The heat licking up your spine is driving you almost to madness, the pulse between your thighs incessant and all consuming an almost roar in your ears. You think he might be saying something, whispering it against your skin but your brain is too focused on everything else you can’t be sure. It’s like you’ve decided to ignore everything other than the need to feel him stretching you open, pressing you down onto his bed and letting you feel every inch of him.

Eddie’s whines coats your lips and you finally notice that he’s moving too, hips grinding into the side of his bed trying desperately to find some kind of relief. Your nails claw at his back as you try and get him even closer, the steady rock of his body into yours lighting you up like a pyre.

Your lips can barely touch, pants and gasps and moans breaking the contact with every breath, the slow roll of both of your hips pushing you both higher and higher towards something blisteringly white-hot.

His fingers latch onto the button of your jean shorts, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, hands spreading out to wrap around your hips pawing at the fabric, trying desperately to rid you of the offending material. His lips settle against the valley between your tits and press, pushing you back till you’re sprawled out on the bed under him. You lift your hips and you both are finally able to wrestle the denim down your legs and off into the ether that is the rest of Eddie’s bedroom.

You could be in Mordor right now and you would have no fucking clue.

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Like holy shit, are you beautiful.”

Eddie’s lips press into the swell of each of your tits, licking at the edge of your bra playfully.

“May I?”

“You may.”

It shatters you in the best way that even though you both are about to fuck like there is no tomorrow, are finally going to act on feelings that have been growing for years, you’re still just two idiots. The grins and giggles you share so tender and yet so depraved.

Your bra follows the exact same path as your shirt and pants, the ether consuming it or maybe it’s burning in Mount Doom.

Eddie’s hands cup your breasts, thumbs just barely brushing over your nipples, and your stomach jolts. He settles your quivering muscles with a kiss just below your ribs and then he sucks your breasts into his mouth.

The heat of his wet tongue barrels through you, hips canting up against him, a groan crackling and breaking out of your chest. The blunt edges of his teeth dig into your flesh and you are definitely about to loose your mind. No doubt about it because he is driving you up the wall with every stroke of his tongue.

“Eddie, fuck how does this feel so good? How are you so good at this? You have so much explaining to- fu-uck.”

Another drag of his teeth over your other nipple has you shutting up instantly. You don’t care how many people he’s fucked, who they are, where they are, fuck em because Eddie’s currently shredding you apart and it’s tortured bliss.

His laugh is muffled as he sucks another mark onto your flesh, and the vibration of it ripples over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He continues his assault, switching between tongue, lips and teeth, never letting you settle on one sensation for too long. Your cunt clenches around nothing, heightening your need to have him filling you, zeroing your brain in on the need to feel his cock in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt.

Your hands drop from the death grip you’ve had on his hair, and Eddie has the audacity to whine, sinking his teeth in just a tad bit harder in protest, but you can’t not feel him. You think you might die if you don’t wrap your hands around his cock this very instant.

Eddie’s grunt of surprise is quickly followed by a long deep groan as your hands finally snake their way down to palm at his length through his jeans. His hips stutter as he rocks into your palm, finally letting you feel what will soon be splitting you in half. The flip in control is thrilling, and you squeeze him just a bit harder, drinking up the noises pouring from his lips.

Your teeth drag down his throat in time with you undoing his jeans, and Eddie is frantic as he stands on shaky legs to kick them off, sending them once again into the volcano.

He’s mesmerizing, hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, eyes a dark mahogany with how worked up he is for you, a shy smile gracing his beautiful features, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the tent in his boxers and the spot of wetness darkening the navy cotton. He almost looks bashful but then he sees your tongue wet your bottom lip and how your hooded eyes are drinking in the sight of him and the nervousness dissipates.

“Fae, you know you could take a picture, I heard it lasts longer.”

Your eyes snap up to his and he’s clearly joking but there’s a slight crease between his brow and you can tell he��s about two seconds away from snapping, nearly panting above you.

“Eddie, if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask.”

He groans, fingers and rings tangling into your hair as he angles your head up to look at him. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, forcing them to part and your tongue brushes against his skin. He stares straight into your eyes as your hands wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pull down, your eyes dropping to watch as he finally gets laid bare before you.

You whine, it just can’t be helped because his cock is fucking fantastic. Never did you think you’d ever describe a mans cock as fantastic but here you were doing exactly that. He’s thick but not overwhelmingly so, just a little past the point of comfort, enough that you know you’ll feel him tomorrow and ache for him all over again.

A bead of precum leaks from the tip and without a thought you lean down and lick it into your mouth. Eddie’s whole body twitches, rings biting into your scalp as he tries to keep his eyes open to watch you taste him for the first time.

He tastes fucking divine.

“Fuck, Fae you can’t just say shit like that jesus fucking christ you’re driving me insane.”

Whoops, guess the weed is still in effect leaving you loose lipped, or maybe it was just his cock. Honestly it could be either or.

You don’t merit his words with a response, instead sliding down to the floor between his legs and licking up the underside of him, hand wrapping around the base. His hand falls to the mattress behind you, his strength giving out at feeling your lips wrapped snug around him and his cock jolts deeper into your throat causing you to gag and sputter.

He pulls out quickly, apologies rushing out of him but you stop him as quickly as he pulls out, sucking him back between your lips and even deeper this time, letting him feel your throat struggle with the length of him.

Curses punch out of his lungs as you work him over, drool pooling on your tongue as you take him into your mouth over and over and over again. You don’t know how long you’re down there for but it’s nowhere near long enough before he’s hooking his hands under your arms and throwing you back onto the bed.

“Jesus, if you thought I had some fucking explaining to do I am going to need some answer real quick about where the fuck you learned how to do that. But god just look at you, so fucking pretty and all for me.”

The combination of his words and watching him drop to his knees between your spread thighs leaves you somehow nervous, your hands coming up to cover your eyes from his blistering stare. His eyes feel like they’re burning you, torching your skin with unbridled need.

You peak out at him from between your fingers and find him smiling at you, head leaning against the inside of your knee, his hair tickling your skin. It’s almost too intimate, the change between depravity and sweetness jarring and heart warming. You’re shy yet sure, even in these moments of such deep vulnerability where it feels like your heart is just out in the open for him to take or destroy, because you know he’s in the same boat, on the same page, heart live and beating on the table right next to yours.

You watch each other for a second, some level of safety found in only seeing one another through the slits between your shaky fingers. Still enough hidden away to make it feel safe. His eyes dance with that same vibrancy that Eddie always has simmering just under the surface, but it feels so much better now that it’s pointed at you.

That you are the one making Eddie glow like this.

A rumbling groan shakes itself out of Eddie as his eyes flutter down and land on your panties and the damp spot growing where they cover your entrance. You can feel how sopping wet you are, have been, and Eddie leans forward eyes zeroing in, his hands slowly tracking up your thighs. His mouth traces its way up your skin, incisors snagging every so often, until his mouth is just inches from your core. He presses his fingers into the meat of your thighs and pushes you open, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air and his hot mouth.

You can feel it, your wetness catching the puffs of air escaping from between his lips. You can see your thighs twitching with the lightness of the sensation and Eddies eyes darken, flicking up to catch you drinking in his every movement, every change of expression.

He’s intoxicating to you.

His tongue flicks out and traces you through the fabric, the touch muted yet somehow all consuming. Your hips jolt, hard, and Eddie barely avoids getting his jaw knocked. He preens a bit at seeing how worked up he’s gotten you, but graciously doesn’t leave you needy for long.

He dips back, his hands dragging your panties down your legs, finally laying you bare, and his breaths fan across your pussy, ghosting over the newly exposed skin. You swear you almost cum right there.

Your eyes lock again and he finally licks into you. Deep and hot and so wet, it sounds almost too vulgar, an d yet shivers race up and down your spin sending your back arching up to the ceiling. He dives into you and holy fuck is it the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

His arms lock across your hips to keep you under him and then he eats your pussy with abandon. He’s humming and groaning into your fluttering cunt and ever vibration from his tongue makes you see stars and feel like fireworks are bursting under your skin. You can feel your orgasm building itself up brick by molten brick in the pit of your stomach and it’s hard to hold still, to keep quiet when you feel as though you might explode into a million tiny little pieces.

You sound pathetic, moans breathy and more so just pitiful gasps for air. His tongue pushes at your entrance, and you keen as your thighs flex around his ears. There are only stars behind your lids and you grapple at his curls to try and keep yourself grounded in some reality as you careen out into god knows fucking where.

The mix of licking and sucking and flicking and swirling has you dizzy and so undone that you almost don’t notice his finger pressing into you until the stretch and the iciness of his rings sucks the breath out of your lungs. You double over, shuddering and gushing at the push and stretch and million and one sensations hurtling across all of your senses, groaning out Eddie’s name desperately.

“Oh fuck, yes, does that feel good? Fuck your pussy feels so good, so tight fuck, can I fuck you, please god can I-?”

“Jesus yes god yes, Eddie, please, please, please.”

The two of you are falling apart, tumbling head first into something earth shattering. Your eyes can barely stay open to watch him, eyes rolling back with every deep press of his fingers.

He pumps his finger in deep, thumb catching to circle at your clit and you roll your hips up into his palm, shivering and stuttering with every movement. He’s towering over you, mouth parted, awe scrawled across his face as his tongue darts out every so often to skate over his lips, as though he can still taste you there as he watches himself finger fuck you.

You whine far too loud when he pulls his finger out of you, your eyes snapping open, lips ready to beg him to fill you again, but his groan cuts you off and you watch, shell-shocked, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you off of his skin as his eyes roll back, your name a garbled whisper around his digits. Your hips grind against air, now absolutely unhinged with how much you’re aching for him.

His fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop, and he stares you down as he drops his hand to push two fingers inside you, curling and pressing up into the soft heart of you. Every press hurtling a whine out of your lungs and you can feel how he’s working your over, building you up to some great peak you can’t see quite yet in the fog of lust.

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing till all of sudden the fog clears as though it’s been burned away by some ball of flame and you’re launched off the edge, a moment of hang time and confusion lasting for just a blink before you’re shaking and moaning and cursing up to the heavens. Your orgasm rams through you, blowing everything to dust and ash and Eddie has to practically wrestle you down onto the bed with how hard you buck in his hold.

Your hips are stuttering on his fingers as he works you through wave after wave. You can’t seem to decide if it’s too much or not enough, hips jumping at every pass over your sensitive clit yet still coming back for just one more lick of pained-laced paradise. Your chest is heaving with exertion and you can feel Eddie’s lips pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, a whisper of your name pulling your eyes back down to his.

His fingers twist around yours pulling your hand up to his lips for a soft, wet kiss. You drag both of your hands up to your mouth kissing over the spot he just touched and you can taste yourself on your skin. Your thighs are still shaking under his forearms but your heart rate final starts to slow as you gaze into his pretty eyes, your lips lifting into the softest of smiles.

"You’re going soft on me Fae. Who would have guessed you’d get all love-sick puppy dog eyes on me, very out of character for my High Fae Princess of the Seven Realms.”

“Eddie you little piece of shit, I swear to god!"

You start to sit up, trying to pull your hand away to properly shove at him but Eddie’s quick and your body is still in post-orgasm haze. He snatches up your wrists and pins them above your head, crawling up tills his eyes line up with yours and you can’t ignore the Cheshire Cat grin plastered across his face. He’s acting like he’s somehow trapped you with his “wit” and “brute strength”, but you both know you didn’t really put up that much of a fight.

His eyes soften, milk chocolate swirls hypnotizing you, as he peers down at you like some precious memento.

“So we’re doing this ya? I-I mean not just like the sex part, though that’s been fucking rad, but you know everything else?”

“E are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? As we lie here, naked, you decide this is the perfect moment? You’ve really got some sense of timing there, I’ll give you that.”

Eddie scowls at you, his face flushing the most adorable shade of pink and you’re quick to put him out of his misery, stretching up to close those final few inches between your lips. The kiss is soft, adoration passed between your lips as you show him your answer.

“Of course we’re doing this Eddie, I don’t think I could imagine life without you most days.”

His hand reaches over to his bedside table, lips moving to devour yours as he rummages through the drawer in search of a condom. You watch as he rips open the foil with his teeth and sheaths himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how fucking hot it all is. Your nails claw into his shoulders, even that little bit of space too much for you to bear.

He rocks into the bowl of your hips, the head of his cock passing over your clit leaving you both shivering into each other until he finally catches against your aching entrance and presses just the tip of him in, a whoosh of air leaving both of your lungs as you feel the heat of each other for the first time.

“Baby I gotta be honest, I’m not gonna last I’m not even inside of you yet and I think I’m losing my fucking mind so I’m going to apologize in advance for busting way way way too quick. Please just, you know, take it as a compliment because you are hot as fuck.”

He’s rambling against your lips as he saws back and forth pressing just a tad deeper with every thrust. If your head wasn’t absolutely empty aside from the need to feel his cock splitting you, you would maybe even blush with how sweet the entirety of this situation is, but right now you need Eddie more than the air in your lungs.

“Jesus Eddie I don’t fucking care, I’m fucking losing my mind, please just fuck m-“

You choke out a garbled moan as he slides all the way into you, hips nestling together, his stomach brushing over yours. His jaw drops open and his lower teeth catch under your jaw as he gasps against your skin, choking out the filthiest whine you’ve ever heard. Your cunt spasms around him and the whine sharpens into a keen.

He pulls back until just the head of him is still inside of you and his eyes drop to watch as he pushes back in, his arms almost buckling at the sight. Your foreheads press together as you watch him saw in and out, cock glinting in the smoky light of the room with how fucking wet you are.

It all starts to build so quickly, the heat of his cock triggering something deep in your chest and your core. You can see the freight train in the distance and know there’s no way to stop it, just have to hope you can prepare yourself for impact.

He’s panting into your neck, whispering your name, how good you feel, whispering words your brain barely has the capacity to hear with how good he’s making you feel. His hips are already faltering with every push inside of you, cock already so sensitive from all of the building to this moment. Your body also can’t decide whether you’re too overworked, or if you need more friction to finish you.

The latter seems to win out.

Even in his supposed stupor, Eddie somehow still puts you first. His hand finds its way back between your legs, and his thumb settles to press firm circles over your clit. Your legs start to shake even as your arms lock up around Eddie’s neck, too many sensations taking over and your body needing to cling to something for dear life.

His lips find their way under your ear and as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin you cum.

Your body caves in on itself, muscles locking up around him from the pleasures he’s choking you with. You have no sense of time or sound or sight, no clue what sounds you might be making, what you must look like, everything burning away until all that’s left is wave after wave of shivering pleasure.

“Holy fuck.”

That you do hear, Eddie’s lips still right below your ear, his teeth sinking in with the force of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps around him and he can barely move, can only feel your heartbeat against his cock. It’s like a sirens call to him and he’s fucking gone. The softness of your body and the tightness of your cunt breaking his last shreds of control.

He follows right behind you, trembling hips rocking unsteadily into yours till it becomes just a bit too much. Your contractions of your cunt draining him till his visions sparkles with white dots of light.

The bed bounces as he drops partially on you and partially on the bed, trying to not squish you while still remaining as close as physically possible. His nose skims along your throat and you sigh, deep and loud, making sure he can hear you, can hear how happy you are.

“Mmmm that good, huh?”

“You know, I don’t think it was too bad.”

His hand squeezes at your waist and you’re reminded for probably the thousandth time that night how fucking pretty he is. How you can practically taste the sweetness of his heart in the air. He’s looking at you like you’ve always dreamed someone would, and it’s only made better by the fact you never thought it would be Eddie.

Never dreamed that you would get to have this.

He tips his head up and his lips brush against your jaw, his tongue lazily licking at your damp skin. Your whole body hums. He presses another kiss into your lips and it tastes of a thank you. It seems you’re both a little bit in awe of your luck these days.

You share giddy smiles, eyes still droopy, though this time from the sex and not the weed. The feeling settling inside the four chambers of your heart is something you could really get used to, and you hope beyond hope that it’ll become as familiar as the curl of Eddie’s hair.

You’re pretty sure it will.

once again i love him, my new fixation god help me, feedback is always so lovely and so appreciated :)))))

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction

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"Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special featuring Fizzarolli" review

Let’s see Fizz handle Mammon’s BS. SPOILERS and long post warning

Well the video’s image already confirms Mammon is evil and seems to have an odd relationship with Fizz, but that was a given fact.

Teenage Fizz and Blitzo!

ITS KNIFEY!!!! KNIFEY IS MAMMON’S VOICE!

Let’s be honest, Mammon could have treated that Imp kid much worse so its nice to see him not.

I’d brag that I was right about Mammon exploiting Fizz, but that was obvious from the start.

You’d have to admire Mammon for being honest about his feelings.

The moon of the Greed ring is a giant coin, but it looks like a hologram of some kind to me.

So that’s why Fizz was cautious towards that fan on the “Ozzie’s” episode. I also feel like it’s a joke making fun of hardcore fans of a franchise, who think their ideas should become actual canon in said franchise.

Froggie? I get that’s its likely referencing how Fizz jumps around, but what’s wrong with Fizzy? Wait wasn’t Blitzo called that in “Western Energy”, and was insulted by it?

Obviously we all love seeing Ozzie care about Fizz’s happiness and wanting to protect him from his fans and Mammon, but I don’t fully believe Ozzie when he says he doesn’t want to build sex robots that look like him. Maybe he wants the robots for himself XD.

While Ozzie is talking to Blitzo, you can see one of his rooms having gear designs on the wallpaper. I know it’s been confirmed that he is a skilled inventor, but I like seeing that as it shows the writers are showing that he is more than just the embodiment of lust/Fizz’s boyfriend.

IDK about you but Ozzie’s new outfit makes him look like Valentino a bit. There has been a joke about how "Val is copying Ozzie" so maybe it’s a joke about that, just neither are copying each other and its just coincidence?

Just like Stolas can, Ozzie can become a pile/form of something, in this case fire. Could this be enough to confirm that he is part phoenix like I brought up before? I also feel like it’s a joke about the “flames of passion” saying.

Helsa von Eldritch!?!? Oh wait that's not her, just girls named Glitz and Glam. Apparently they are voiced by the VA who voiced Katie Killjoy in the pilot. I wonder if their audio will be used in future fan made Katie Killjoy funny vids?

What’s with the spider webs? Is Mammon supposed to be a spider demon? Could it be a refence to Angel Dust?

I’ve been waiting to talk about that scene of the girl getting her eyes burn ever since it appeared in the 2022 trailer. First off I can strangely see pics of her and that Imp she was on becoming a couple, if you ignore the sign she had. I could see a comic where he took her to a hospital which she finds sweet and then the rest is history. I can also see a comic where Lilith Morningstar forces Mammon to pay for her medical bills due to a combination of not liking Mammon and as revenge for his statement about women not being funny.

Mammon keeps claiming he never had a son, which I feel like is building up to the reveal of Wacky Wally being his son. Fingers crossed :3

Blitzo can still do the Spider-Man upside down hanging. That is going to make a lot of Blitzo X Stolas fans happy XD

The moment with the deaf child has to be the cutest moment in the season so far.

It’s that stalker guy from before, he surprisingly looks good after all that time.

MAMMON IS A SPIDER DEMON! Honestly I don’t really like that as we have enough animal demons as it is, so it would have been nice if he was similar to what Lucifer is, or a few of the fallen angels that still look like angels to some capacity.

Heh flying fishes XD. The song is also really nice too.

Why hasn’t Fizz tried calling Ozzie for emotional support?

You can see a game called Fizzopoly in the background. Knowing the real life Monopoly brand, I can see that becoming a real toy one day, or at least a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss themed one. Would you buy it if it was a real thing?

There’s Ozzie. Also “character too big to get through door” cliché, but at least he can teleport to solve that problem.

There first “I love you” moment!

I know it was just played for fun, but I wonder if Blitzo (at this moment in time) is a bit jealous of Ozzie being with Fizz. That or he is just that neutral about it but he expresses it in insults.

I’m just noticing the electricity Mammon gives off. With Ozzie having fire, I wonder if this means the other sins have master of a certain element or something similar, except Lucifer who has mastery of all. Leviathan would obviously be water, Bee I think would have air via flapping wings, and maybe Satan could be Earth though that’s where my theory breaks down as we have seen Imps use and control fire too.

Wow 4 songs in 1 episode.

I wonder if this episode is giving us a glimpse of what Angel Dust is going to go through with Valentino in Hazbin Hotel?

Not really liking Mammon’s full demon form.

YES! THE FIGHT IS HAPPENING!

Wait is that Ozzie’s full demon form? It looks more like a power up. Hopefully that is the case and maybe one day we can see a proper full demon form.

Wally is there, thus ending the “Mammon is Wally in disguised” theory. Still think they could be father and son.

Muppet Fizz meme parody. Still hoping for a Ozzie as Cookie Monster parody someday. Also one of the guys 3 phones has a text saying “expect fan art soon”, once again showing how self-aware the writers are about the fandom.

WAIT NO FIGHT!! DAMMIT!!

Mammon says Ozzie is going to regret revealing his feelings to everyone, but I don’t see how Ozzie is going to face consequences for his actions. The only thing I can think of is a scenario where the other sins make the two go through an investigation similar to that one episode of “Parks and Recreation” just to see if Ozzie did something big for Fizz via favoritism that could be unfair for other demons or worst case scenario, get Hell in trouble with Heaven. Is it possible that the Goetia community could use this somehow, like overthrow Ozzie, or something related to what’s going on with Blitzo and Stolas? Could this start some kind of war, like Mammon has lost some profits (like $100 worth) and just decides the best thing to do is kidnap Fizz and force him to work for him? Mammon is pretty dumb, so I could see him doing such a thing.

I hope we see the twins come back one day. I could definitely see them becoming rivals of Verosika Mayday.

Looks like Ozzie platonically likes Blitzo now, if him smiling about his sexual question is any indication. I wonder if this will result in Ozzie trying to help Blitzo and Stolas get together!

Another great episode. I really liked how I was another episode centered around a reoccurring character like Fizz with little to no Blitzo, which is good from time to time. I also think having the VA of Knifey being the VA for Mammon is a perfect fit.

I definitely love that I was pretty close to getting the plot of the episode right, while also improving on it such as having Fizz wanting to try and be the best for himself instead of being blinded by idolizing Mammon.

The biggest thing I disliked about the episode was that we didn’t get to see Ozzie and Mammon fight, I mean come on we were so close. Maybe if we had less songs we could have gotten it. I also didn't like Mammon and Ozzie's demon forms as they don't look that different compared to seeing Stolas go all demon. Hopefully that was some kind of mid transformation, as turning into their fun demon form could have destroyed the whole area alone.

According to the order of upcoming Helluva Boss episodes, looks like the next episode will be a Stolas episode, and with the name “The Full Moon” it sounds like we will learn a bit more about Stolas’ book and FINALLY learn why he needs it on such nights. It’s also likely going to have Stolas and Blitzo get on better terms and maybe start off as being friends this time before becoming a couple later in the season.

I think it would be fitting to have the episode come out on the day/night of an acutal Full Moon, like the creators of Helluva Boss use to do with the character instagram accounts.

What were your thoughts on the episode?

#helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss mammon #vivziepop

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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I’ve heard the “baby ludi case” come up a lot recently. I haven’t heard of this. What is it exactly?

Basically it's a really obscure piece of web promo material that was released in short "articles" written from an in-universe pov, which people typically fail to take into account when they discuss it (usually it comes up in discussions of whether or not the Jedi steal children). The articles are about a news story of the Jedi providing disaster relief (after an earthquake iirc) and finding a Force-sensitive baby in the rubble. She's presumed orphaned, renamed, and brought to the Temple - and then it comes to light that her mother was alive after all, and wants her back. Except the Jedi can't/won't give her back, because "her mind has been opened to the Force" (keeping in mind this is from 2002 promo material so how the Force works is a bit, heh, wonky.) "Ludi" is the baby's actual name.

If you've read the story, which most people haven't, you know there's BARELY more to it than that. It's a bit of in-universe drama told exactly like a sensationalized tabloid story.

So imo trying to draw worldbuilding conclusions from it is kind of badly missing the point that Hidalgo tried to make:

The "Baby Ludi" custody case appeared in several HoloNet News postings, created to promote the release of the 2002 film Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones, the second installment of the Star Warsprequel trilogy.[1][2] In his original pitch for the HoloNet News website, author Pablo Hidalgo called the "Baby Ludi" story a trivial one that the media would latch on to in the face of the impending Separatist Crisis. He compared the fixation on the story to the real-life examples of Elián González, O. J. Simpson, and JonBenét Ramsey.[10]

(from wookieepedia, emphasis mine)

It's not so much proof that the Jedi steal children rather than a purposely ambiguous, vaguely worded, oversimplified telling of what's implied to be a very complex situation, for the sake of showing how easily people get distracted from more relevant topics and how eager the public is to have an opinion on things they aren't sufficiently informed on. The focus isn't the content of the story itself but the form.

The links to the story are on the wookieepedia page if you want:

And here's what I wrote about it a while back:

Also, it's such a trivial bit of lore that it never had any relevance to the movies/TCW. It's been quoted in a reference book in the current continuity, but for all intents and purposes it's Legends and always has been.

#ask #baby ludi case #baby ludi #attack of the clones #jedi order #jedi younglings #ludi billane #jonava billane #sw talk

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TMA Liveshow Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the jasmine and Buddleja in my garden.

ALEX: "The audio in today’s episode was recorded at our first Magnus liveshow as part of the London Podcast Festival Presents audio drama event in 2019." First (?) Magnus liveshow? Just curious, were there more than one shows? I only ever saw content from this on.

ALEX: "The events take place prior to the first episode of The Magnus Archives, and can be considered canon." Canon you say, eh? So does this mean, occasionally, The Magnus Archives actually IS a workplace comedy???

JON: "Right. Well, I’m sure I can figure it out, I was – (shaky inhale) – thinking of, uh – digitising some of the more commonly accessed statements and then – some – general… (trails off) …archiving." Everybody always asks "What is archiving?", but nobody asks "How is archiving...?" xD (plus it’s a show called “Archives” and nobody actually knows what that means in a workplace environment XD Comedy at its finest xD)

I love how with the laughs and how the actors actually... pause for laughter this actually feels like a 90s sitcom!

ROSIE: "Miss Robinson was getting… on, a little bit- and it must have been very hard for her. Did, um. Did you ever meet her at all?" JON: "Erm – not really; a few times – I don’t think she liked me much." [[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]] ROSIE: (audible grimace) "…No." So is it true, what the Stranger was leading on. Gertrude would have been so disappointed to see Jon become the new Archivist and how that's going.

JON: "I mean, there were a lot of rumors, floating around Research, obviously. According to them, she (sensationalizing) ‘died at this very desk.’" Always the curious one, always asking one too many questions.

[IMMEDIATELY, HE REACHES FOR A GLASS OF WATER, DRINKS IT, THEN PUTS THE GLASS DOWN WITH A HEAVY, CONTENTED SIGH.] [[AUDIENCE LAUGHTER]] Apparently drinking water was funny? xDD

MARTIN: "Hey, sorry; you haven’t seen a dog, have you?" I love that we get to see that scene! It has been already established in the launch trailer (the one with the vigilo audio opperior whisper) where Jon says "I swear, if he’s brought another dog in here, I’m going to peel him." after calling out for Martin.

JON: "I’m s– Sorry, what?" MARTIN: "Um – Uh, a dog, a-a Spaniel, I think." JON: "In – In general, or?…" And that was the last time, Jon said anything not laced with contempt to Martin for about a year!

It's so funny how extremely anxious Martin is here. Because when we meet him for the first time in MAG 22 he doesn't sound THAT intimidated by Jon at all. Still, I guess it's pretty stressful already fucking up on the first day of your new position.

JON: "So I’m your boss." [PAUSE.] MARTIN: "I mean, I guess." [SMALL HEH.] [[SLIGHT LAUGHTER]] JON: "Which means that technically – (small, smug *heh*) – I have the power to – dismiss you, if this dog situation is not resolved immediately." [SLIGHT LAUGHTER]] MARTIN: "I mean, yeah, probably." [HE GIVES A SMALL LAUGH.] [[LAUGHTER]] Martin is just too deep in the gay headspace to realize that this has a subtext.

JON: "Well that’s – (exhale) not ideal." I mean, I kinda get it... He took a job he knows he's not qualified for. He asked the person to move down to the Archives with him who actually is qualified for this Job and is constantly overshadowed by her. He takes the job over from someone who mysteriously disappeared or died with the possibility that she had been the victim of a crime. The Archives are in an absolute state of chaos and he realizes he probably bit off more than he can chew. He gets that creepy feeling of being watched. And then, someone who at least seems less qualified than him (he later learns that Martin also might be more qualified and then again later learns that Martin is indeed super not-qualified at all...) has been assigned as his assistant without him knowing anything about it and that very person let a dog into the Archives! I'd probably be on the verge of a breakdown (without being an asshole though, most likely I’d beg the others to help me.)

So the statement of MAG 2 takes longer than the ambiance track xD

TIM: (coming into view) "Right, yeah. Oh! The Gillespie statement! That’s a proper weird one, right?" Ah, the old Tim energy!

TIM: "Oh, uh, yes, uh – mm. Hypothetically –" [[LAUGHTER]] TIM (CONT’D): "What would you say, if I said that there was a…" [HE TRAILS OFF. THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] TIM (CONT’D): "Dog." [[UPROAR OF LAUGHTER]] TIM (CONT’D): "Situation. In the Archives." Seriously, I'm pretty pleased with the amount of jokes there are in TMA, there are sooo many good ones. But I surely wouldn't mind something like these three scenes every once in a while as bonus! So I hope this stuff keeps coming occasionally in Protocol. These three scenes here are such a gem!

JON: "I would ask if it was getting worse?" TIM: (relaxing) "Okay, alright, cool, so, right –" Tim be like "Okay considering Jon's grumpy worksona, this is going pretty well so far!!"

JON: "Tim." TIM: "Hypothetically –" JON: "Tim!" TIM: "I – Yeah, yeah, there’s a dog situation in the Archives. There’s a – there’s a mess –" Tim gave up, he knows that Jon knows, no way to salvage this xD

JON: "Come on, let’s – (inhale) Let’s deal with this before it escalates." I love how they all went to hunt that dog down together xD Right after the pack dynamic domain episode!

TIM: "Oh, recording equipment, um – (blows air through teeth) Oh! Yeah, the – I think there are some old tape recorders in the storage." [BRIEF PAUSE.] JON: "That could work." You know, that is not sooooo out-of-this-world-ish... Just 2 weeks ago I came into the office fully bracing myself that I had to use the tape recorder that day because there was a big maintenance the week before (that was actually the reason I even showed up at all. Usually I’d stay in home office). System shutdown for several hours. Turns out, no one wants to use the bloody tape recorders anymore, so god knows what they did during maintenance.

Magnus outro song starts. Everybody sitting on nails like "Say the line, Alex!" Alex: "The Magnus Archives is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under..."

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #tma liveshow #tma

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Remembering Akira Toriyama

On March 1st, 2024, legendary mangaka Akira Toriyama passed away due to acute subdural hematoma. He was just sixty-eight years old. His most famous creation, Dragon Ball, has had a profound effect on the anime and manga industry as a whole. Without it, we wouldn't have had series such as Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto, One Piece, or many others. On top of how inspirational as a series Dragon Ball has been, it's shaped the childhoods of many kids all over the world, me being one such kid.

Toriyama is one of the few famous deaths that has actually brought me to tears, the only others being Satoshi Kon and Satoru Iwata. Losing Toriyama, for me, was such a sudden and devastating revelation and if I had never gotten into Dragon Ball Z when I was a kid, I don't know if I ever would have become an artist or writer. While I have had many inspirations for becoming an artist/writer, such as Yoshihiro Togashi, creator of Yu Yu Hakusho and Hunter X Hunter, Masashi Kishimoto, creator of Naruto, and Eiichiro Oda, creator of One Piece, it was Toriyama and Dragon Ball which really helped to show me the path I wanted my life to go on. While writing Dragon's World, I've gotten comments from readers who've told me that there were moments where they were reminded of Dragon Ball and with Dragon Ball being one of, if not my biggest inspiration for becoming both a writer and an artist, those comments, to me, are not just some of my favorites that I've ever received, I find them to be some of the highest praise I've gotten.

Alongside Dragon Ball, Toriyama's other works such as Sand Land, which has both a game and an anime series coming out, and Dr. Slump show just how funny and imaginative Toriyama was. His paneling was always so clean and any action scenes were always easy to read and his characters, while not always the deepest, were always full of life and made the series they starred in so much fun to read.

Like many other kids who grew up on DBZ, I also tried on so many occasions to do a Kamehameha or go Super Saiyan. I remember when I saw the episode where Gohan was teaching Videl how to fly and she was focusing her energy into her palms, I tried to do the same, thinking it would help me to fly, too. When a new VHS (yes, we are going back that far) and later, DVD of DBZ would be released, I would beg my grandma or my mom to buy it for me. The same way true for when new Dragon Ball Z action figures would come out. I had to have them all, and I think I actually did have most of them. Then, at fifteen, I sold them because I thought, "I'm going into high school. I need to be a big boy and big boys don't have toys". Heh. Funny how well that thought process aged. Especially since now, I'm trying to find those same figures from my childhood so I can buy them again.

I would often recreate the fights and adventures Goku and his friends went on with these figures I bought, and sometimes, I would make up my own stories. One that I can always immediately recall was Goku and the gang fighting a group that used a seal similar to The Seal of Orichalcos from Yu-Gi-Oh! (also, RIP to Takahashi-senpai) and just like the Seal of Orichalcos, whoever lost that fight would lose their soul, too. Granted, the stories I came up with back then weren't good (I mean, they came from the mind of a little kid, so please be a bit gentle on me), but when you're an Elementary schooler/early middle schooler, they feel like something incredible. It's like you're getting to contribute to this world you've come to know and love and yet, you're the only one who truly knows about said contribution. In a way, it's a really special feeling.

Call me a weeb if you want for saying this, but to me, Toriyama wasn't just another creator. He wasn't just another storyteller. He was my sensei. He was my biggest inspiration and the person who got me to realize where I wanted my life to go. That I wanted to be a writer and an artist. That I had stories I wanted to share with others. Toriyama was someone I always wanted to meet and, I guess now I'll have to wait until I get to Other World myself to get that chance.

Thank you for everything, Akira Toriyama. Thank you for showing me who I was meant to be. Thank you for Dragon Ball and for allowing it to be such a staple of my childhood. I'll be hoping your family is doing well and are remaining strong in these times. May you rest in peace.

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2003 Alternate Caravaggios✨✨✨✨

Watching 2003 they gave.. four or five episodes..? That showed many different dimensions, two including alternate versions of the Turtles and their world basically✨ (The Leosagi can wait until later, heh). To get to the point, I have drawn my OC Gio into the 2003 universe, and now he's drawn into these alternate universes✨ (including one I made up that Gio goes to in that string of episodes✨) -Info-Dump Beyond This Point-

Going in order I suppose, first up is the Super Turtle Team's own: Nano-Turtle✨✨ ..Ahem.. His power is that he can manage technology with his mind, some techopathy✨ He isn't that knowledgeable of HOW to operate some technology... but one day he found Nanites, being the hive-mind sort of technology that simply needs to be told what to do, was manageable✨ Not like that first bit would be brought up in conversation of that episode, but ye✨ He simply told the nanites to make him a suit to protect the parts that weren't shell✨ Not a real tech suit really just for protection because it's not Nano-Turtle's area of expertise. He uses tools for most fights because he'd need the materials to tell the nanites to make something (which there is no time for in a fight), and sure if they fight a robot Nano-Turtle could be VERY helpful. But other than that he needs a quick and easy way to battle, that being pre-prepared tools and weapons✨ Since Sliver has all the same powers he could also just make Nano-Turtle's nanites stop working, which is another reason Nano-Turtle sticks with tools for a fight. I dunno, I don't normally make comic-book heroes, but he's good✨

Take a Wild Guess where THIS Gio is from? ..W-Wrong. He's from the Bad Future Donnie was sent to. This episode was definitely one of THE DARKEST episodes, and I can only imagine how Donnie feels about his family knowing what happens when he, or any of them, would disappear. But this isn't an info-dump about Donnie, it's an info-dump about Gio Call it being lazy, but I decided that this drawing of him is the last thing anyone even REMEMBERS of him. Nobody knows where Gio IS. Basically, with all the death and Leo and Raph fighting, and everything going on.. Gio was going through a LOT of emotional turmoil and struggle. He was constantly stressed, sleep-deprived because he was still worried about where Donnie was.. His family was his comfort during change, and in the changing world as his family left and fell apart.. just took its toll on him. He did good fighting while he was there, it was one thing to take out his turmoil on. He was more reckless however, not thinking about anything but destruction of the enemy for causing all this pain. He never was good at handling his emotions, but now there was no reason to push them to the side. It could be a thing where Mikey just talks about Raph and Leo and Splinter, then Donnie asks to gather their brothers to defeat Shredder, Leo and Raph arrive. Then Donnie turns to Mikey and asks about Gio. Mikey explains how nobody knows where he is, or if he's alive. He just left one day, walked around grabbing some items and left. Donnie's still able to stop Shredder and such but ye. Gio just cracked and nobody knows where he went. Or if he's alive. If he's dead then his brothers can tell him Donnie came back in heaven. If he's alive and just somewhere else.. well unless April can find him he doesn't know his family is dead, or that Donnie was okay. *pats pats for Gio*

There isn't much to this one, visually and in story, but basically this is the universe Gio was sent to: Genderbent. ..It was that or a universe where they were never mutated but.. what would he even do? He meets.. *tries to remember the names* Levina, Diana, Rachel, Marianna, and Catarina in a universe where the genders are.. bent obviously. Gio doesn't like being plopped in a new place without his family or at least a comfort item, so he's on edge and maybe the female TMNT just take him as some rude guy. He does explain he's from a world where he and his brothers are just them but, obviously, male. Gio maybe helps them fight or something, I dunno, I didn't put much thought into this universe. There could be some dialogue when he returns and explain where he was maybe Mikey chimes in all, "Which girl version of us was the prettiest? Me?✨" And then Gio just goes to bed because he did not like his adventure. And he envies Donnie for going to a miserable world instead of where he ended up.

Now these aren't alternate universes, BUT.. I watched a video compilation of the Dark Turtles and initially drew just Dark Gio because I liked the Dark Turtles✨ But ultimately caved and drew Gio in the future outfit and.. the style change.. I don't like this style. But it's better than when the teetlez have EYES. They look cursed in some way (the redrawn tots look very cursed too, I've seen clips), and if they all have the big shiny eyes it takes away from their personalities. Mostly Raph because how can he be angry tough boy with big shiny baby anime eyes? Hate Rant aside, Gio doesn't like being in 2105, he never liked travel of any kind. It's unfamiliar, uncomfortable. But his brothers are there and he spends the first few days stalking around, and familiarizing himself with where he is. Dark Gio is fun for me✨ His jaw can unhinge like a snake, not really a controlled thing however, when he talks his jaw just opens and ye, so he wears that thing on his face to hold his jaw. It may also serve as a device Darius uses to shut him up. Because Dark Gio inherited the curiosity genes and also speaks his mind without think, and Darius doesn't like when Dark Gio suggests, "Did you create us for destroying the turtles or to deflect your failure?" and remarks such as, "Ah, of course, because losing to the turtles was done on PURPOSE. Maybe next time design clones who will lose on ACCIDENT." Dark Gio just also spends a lot of time thinking to himself. He meets Gio and is suddenly VERY curious about who Darius had cloned him from. But he also just wants to destroy Gio because his existence is the cause of his miserable existence. While fighting (either with his brothers or the turtles), he will just take off his face thing, unhinge his jaw, and begin eating his opponent✨

#tmnt fanart #tmnt #tmnt2003 #tmnt oc #tmnt au #saverottmnt #caravaggio #2003caravaggio #dark turtles

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The Portal Home is Built with Roadblocks - Chapter 24: Field Test

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The day had been going swimmingly, in Raphael's option. And he meant that genuinely, without even an ounce of sarcasm! The sun had been shining, their breakfast pizza had been particularly good, training hadn’t wiped them all out.

And, yeah, Shredder had taken over Channel Six again but that was basically a given on Tuesday. They had been planning to just jump in and then jump out again, just in time to catch some shows.

Except Shredder had actually come up with a good trap, one that ended up with all four of them tied up like Christmas turkeys in the main newsroom while Chrome-Dome gloated to half the city and demanded for Master Splinter to come get them.

Even though it was clearly a trap, all four turtles knew that their sensei would come for them. And they were all dredging it because, hey, they had gotten caught, who’s to say Splinter wouldn’t get grabbed too?

So, yeah, the day was going great but Raphael was being sarcastic this time.

Which sucked because Raphael had very much been looking forward to a chill afternoon after knocking Shreddy’s goons around but nooo, they had to get dragged into a suspenseful plot line.

“Dude, this majorly blows,” Michelangelo muttered on Raphael’s left. “How’d he even get the drop on us?”

“Well, he’s gotta get lucky once in a while,” Donatello answered, unhelpfully.

“We can’t focus on that right now!” Leonardo muttered, wiggling against Raphael’s shell. “We have to escape before he captures Master Splinter too!”

“And, uh, how do you purpose we do that fearless leader?” Raphael poiantly squirmed, rattling the chains wrapped tightly around his arms and torso. “Kinda at a disadvantage here.”

“I’m working on it,” Leonardo muttered back.

“Hey, you’s turtles better shut yur yaps,” Rocksteady growled, stomping over to jab his laser gun into Raphaels snout. “Boss says you’s ain’t allowed to escape this time.”

“Oh, our bad, we didn’t realize we were inconveniencing your boss,” Raphael rolled his eyes. “Could you point that thing somewhere else? It’s cramping my style.”

“Oh, heh, sorry,” Rocksteady grinned sheepishly, starting to step back again.

He drew up short when Shredder slammed his hands on the newscaster desk, “Don’t do what the turtle says you peabrained plebian! They’re our prisoners!”

“Oh, right,” Rocksteady nodded and brought the gun back up. “I don’t listen to’s you’s!”

“Well, it was worth a shot,” Raphael shrugged.

“Maybe don’t poke fun at the guy that has a gun,” Donatello murmured. “I don’t want to spend my afternoon patching you up again.”

“Oh please, this meathead can barely aim that thing. Bet he couldn’t hit the turtle van if it was parked right in front of his horn.”

“Hey, you’s startin’ to’s make me mad,” Rocksteady growled, jabbing the barrel of the gun at Raphael’s chest.

The Shredder hummed, leaning to peer around his hinchman, “Their Master is certainly taking his sweet time, perhaps he needs a little motivation. Bring me the turtle!”

“Hey!” Raphael struggled as Rocksteady grabbed him, dragging him closer to Metal-Mouth, “Boy, the tension’s really kicking up in this episode.”

“Unhand him!” Leonardo yelled, trying to sit himself up into a standing position.

Shredder ignored him, grabbing up Raphael and holding him up in view of the cameras. “I grow tired of waiting, Hamato Yoshi! For every minute you do not come, your students shall pay the price!”

“Reallllly high tension this episode,” Raphael laughed nervously, eyeing Shred-Head’s claws as he started to draw them back-

The doors burst open with a crash of splintering wood, “I wouldn’t do that!”

All eyes snapped to the new voice…well, almost new.

“Hey, it’s one of the alternate Donatellos,” Michelangelo said. “How’d you get here dude.”

“You dare interrupt my plan!” Shredder yelled, shaking Raphael slightly. “I didn’t account for more of this alternate reality garbage! That’s all supposed to be over and done with!”

“Oh, trust me, we hadn’t planned to stay long,” Don moved further into the room…Bo staff not out and ready for some reason. “But then we saw the news and…certain individuals got pretty mad. Which brings me back to my original point, I would seriously consider getting a head start if I was you two.”

Shredder scoffed, “Just because your Shredder was a unhinged maniac doesn’t mean you can make demands of me! I have an army at my disposal!”

At the words, the Foot-Bots that were scattered around the room all turned to the new turtle, yellow eyes gleaming as they started to close in.

Don, still far too unbothered for Raphael’s liking, just started walking to the three turtles still on the floor, “Yeah, those won’t be an issue in about ten seconds.”

“Uh, could we save the banter for when I’m not in possible mortal danger?” Raphael asked.

“Silence!” Shredder yelled, voice almost going shrill. “I have succeeded! Victory is nearly in the palm of my hand! I don’t care what other turtles you have brought with you! This will be the end of Hamato Yoshi and his meddlesome terrapin twerps!”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” Don paused and an explosion burst from the hall, sending a screaming Bebop into the room and into Rocksteady. “Only one person of my backup is a turtle.”

Smoke poured from the hall, obscuring the next figure to step through. But the silhouette was definitely not a turtle. They towered easily over everyone in the room, and the staff they held crackled with electricity, gleaming off a dark helmet. More features appeared as the smoke dissipated, black armor with yellow stripes, a sleek gun held in the person's other hand, and a healthy amount of Foot-Bot parts scattered around their feet.

And a black visor that locked right onto Raphael, light catching it just enough to reveal glowing, green eyes.

A growl filled the room as the person stepped forward, clawed feet digging into the floor hard enough to leave grooves, “Put. Him. Down.”

Raphael froze, eyes flicking to Shredder to see he’d done much the same.

This new lady was very, very clearly not a ninja in any way, or resembled anyone Raphael and his brother had encountered before-

But the deep, growling voice, the dark armor and glowing eyes was bringing back some not so pleasant memories of a certain Grater-Face that was still giving Raphael nightmares.

Shredder took a small step back, still holding Raphael.

Another explosion sent a new cloud into the room, but this one was followed very quickly by a blur of purple and green and a loud screech of, “HOT SOUP!”

Purple light burst into almost every corner of the room, shredding any Foot-Bot in its path to pieces. The force of it pushed Shrddy, and Raphael by proxy, back a few more steps.

And only a few steps because tall, dark and scary had started moving when the blasts started, vaulting over the desk and swinging her staff in an upward arc. The crackling end caught Shredder in the jaw, forcing him to let go of Raphael and sending him flying.

Raphael tensed, ready to have an unpleasant landing, but another hand grabbed him. He looked up, air seizing in his lungs when he found himself being lowered to the ground by Scary-Voice.

He opened his mouth to quip, deflect, do his normal ‘cool but rude’ stick, but the words got stuck in his throat. The green was stuttering, flickering to a bloody red that stared right into his soul-

A massive, clawed hand grabbed the chain binding him and snapped the links like cheap plastic before ripping them away. Raphael cringed as his arms started to tingle at the sensation of blood flowing again but he couldn’t really think about that, too busy trying to not have a panic attack.

Scarier-Batman stood once the chains were gone, helmet slowly turning to where Shredder, Bebop and Rocksteady had ended up in a tangled pile. Shredder popped out first, sitting up and looking around before he noticed the giant…maybe mutant?- stomping over to him.

“Quit laying around you bumbling buffoons!” Shredder hissed, kicking at his mutant mercs to try and get them to their feet. “There’s two of you and one of her!”

“B-but boss,” Bebop skittered back, shoulders hunching. “Nothin’ works on er, all our laser j-just bounced off!”

“Imbeciles,” Shredder grabbed up a stray laser gun and turned it towards Tall-Lady.

She paused, helmet tilting, the gesture seeming almost board.

Raphael yelped when the Shredder released a barrage of laser fire at her and she didn’t freaking move-

Only the lasers…did indeed bounce right off her.

The whole room seemed to pause, watching Shredder try, once again, to shoot her.

The woman rolled her head, looking to where a skinny, possibly another turtle, was still bouncing around and bashing bots, “Hey, Edeemir’ika, tell me when he starts shootin’?”

“The tech here is ridiculously weak!” Edee- Eder?....the purple turtle replied, spinning a glowing rocket fist. “I doubt you even need the armor!”

The woman hummed then snapped her gaze back to Shredder, taking a very large, exaggerated step closer.

“Remember what we said about no murder?” Don piped up, helping Michelangelo to his feet.

A low laugh crackled out of the helmet, “You didn’t say anythin’ about maimin’.”

The comment sent Bebop and Rocksteady running, shrieking for their Mama’s as they retreated. The Shredder, to his credit, didn't follow after them right away, still standing his ground and pointing his ineffective weapon at his opponent, “You dare defy me! I am the Shredder- !”

“And I gotta feral teenager with permission to go semi-lethal,” she interrupted breezily.

“Hell yeah!” The ‘feral teenager’ in question, who seemed to have fully taken care of all the Foot-Bots, now spun and dived for his very tall friends back. He kicked off her shoulders, rocketing into the air and spinning his staff. Purple light engulfed his arms and weapon, lines quickly overlapping each other to form a longer version of the staff.

“FIIIIIIIIIBOOOOOO-NACCI!”

Shredder yelped as he was stuck and sent flying out the window in a fantastic burst of purple energy, “Curse you tuuuuuurtles-”

Raphael blinked, staring at the spot where Shredder’s voice was slowly disappearing, only turning back to the room when ‘Feral’ let out a manic laugh.

“I would call this test an absolute success!” He crowed as he ran back to Metal-Mouth 2.0, leaping up to plant his feet on her torso and grab her face. “And we landed in such an amazing dimension to boot! Oh, I am so glad you insisted on helping! All this data is simply incredible!”

Raphael watched, confusion growing as the scrawny turtle kept gushing, while his improvised jungle gym nodded and hummed along. It was like night and day, looking at her. She was still decked out and holding her weapons, but her shoulders were relaxed and her claws seemed to have drawn back. They were little things but, thankfully, they helped further her from the much darker image playing in Raphael’s head.

He edged around the pair, moving to the one new face he recognized, “Yo, thought we were leaving the dimension hopping behind us?”

“We did,” Don nodded. “But then that Donatello was messing with a gateway because his Leo got pulled into another dimension. And then a bunch of other stuff happened and we needed a way to send them home. Unfortunately, I don’t possess Donatello’s ability to use ‘positive thinking’ to whip up something in a few hours.”

“So where does the new lady come in?” Donatello asked.

“She’s also from another dimension. We’re actually using her ship for the gateway generator.”

Donatello frowned, crossing his arms, “What was wrong with my Portal Gun designs?”

“Oh so that was YOU!”

Raphael and his brothers all jumped at the yell. The second turtle, another Donatello, if he had to guess, had left his friend and was now right in his Donatello's face, grinning way too widely to be natural.

“I saw those blueprints! There is no way that thing should have worked! Your power source was far too inefficient, there was nothing to determine position, and half your notes didn’t make any sense! Yet clearly it worked! You must show me your secrets! Is the tech here just secretly advanced? Don said you used ‘positive thinking’ but there has to be more to it than that! Oh, where’s your lab, I’m sure we have time to visit that and swap some notes!”

“I, uh, ah-” Donatello spluttered, clearly just as lost as the rest of them in the mile a minute babble.

The woman huffed as she stepped over to join them, hands moving up to pull off her helmet, “Donnie, be nice. I think it’s pretty clear the rules of this reality are a bit…different.”

“Which is why I want to stick around for a while!” Donnie continued, throwing out his arms. “This universe certainly meets the criteria of being vastly different from our own dimensions! We could confirm our Self-Contained Dimensional Laws Theory.”

“I think the fact you and your brothers can use your ninpo in both this one and Don’s dimension proves that theory already.”

“There is nothing wrong with more data! And I can see you want to stick around longer too!”

“You do?” Don asked, brow furrowing. “I thought out of everyone, you’d be the most eager to get back on the ship and head back.”

“Excuse me,” Leonardo stepped forward, waving an arm between the new group. “We can guess that he’s another Donatello, but who is she?”

“Ah, right, sorry,” Don said. “This is Chula Verd, she’s a Mandalorian who helped out Donnie’s Leo. Some mad scientist from her dimension managed to make a rudimentary way to jump between realities and she got pulled into it by mistake.”

“And we improved on it!” Donnie puffed up his chest, oozing pride. “It is now a sustainable, reliable way to effortlessly travel from one dimension to another!”

Raphael leaned towards Michelangelo, stage whispering, “We sure this guy is a Donatello?”

“Sure he is, dude,” Michelangelo said. “It’s just Donatello cracked up to eleven.”

“If you say so,” Even if Raphael had trouble seeing it.

But speaking of Donatello, it seemed he’d finally shaken his baffled confusion and was now raptly listening to Donnie ramble, “You don’t happen to have this Gateway Generator close by? I’d love to take a closer look at it.”

Somehow, Donnie puffed up even more and his grin got even bigger, “Of course! Only another Donatello can truly appreciate the construction of such an amazing device-”

Chula cleared her throat.

Donnie sobered slightly, grinning up at her, “Ah, present company notwithstanding, of course.”

Chula smirked, opening her mouth to speak-

Only to pause, head shooting up and ears twitching.

Don and Donnie tensed, eyes flicking towards the door, just in time for April and Master Splinter to come skidding into the room.

“My turtles!”

“Guys! Are you okay? The signal from here suddenly…cut…out…”

Both paused, taking in the general destruction of the room and the three new faces.

Splinter sighed, shoulders relaxing as he folded his hands into his robe, “I see help came to you in my absence.”

“Is this another dimension jumping situation,” April asked, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Am I actually going to be able to do a story this time? You four were really cagey about the first one and I barely got any material.”

Both Don and Donnie stiffened, Don going as far as to move back a step so that he was more behind Chula.

Leonardo must have noticed their discomfort, because he moved to intercept April’s camera as she started to lift it, “I don’t think our new friends are up for an interview.”

“What? But this story could be huge!”

“We must be respectful of our guests, Miss. O’Neil,” Splinter said, walking closer and bowing to the trio. “Thank you for helping the turtles escape.”

“It was no bother,” Don said. “We happened to be in the area.”

“Yes and Chula has a tendency to hear ‘turtles in trouble’ and go running,” Donnie added.

Chula shrugged, “It’s a curse.”

“Oh, she’s got jokes now,” Raphael huffed. “Didn’t you say something about a ship?”

“Yes!” Donnie grinned, clambering up Chula to sit on her shoulders. “We have at least another hour before the Gateway is ready for another jump.”

“If Chula is fine with giving a tour?” Don added quickly.

She shrugged, slapping her helmet back on, “I’m cool with it…but she can’t bring the camera.”

“What?” April groaned. “What’s with all the dimension jumpers not wanting to be in a story?”

“Aw, don’t be too upset April,” Michelangelo tried to placate. “They’re just a bit camera shy.”

“Hey!” Donnie protested but he couldn’t do much more when Chula started walking.

Donatello dogged at her heels, already asking questions. Don stayed for a moment, sheepishly smiling at April, “Sorry, we just…don’t really like being in the spot-light. Ninja’s and all that.”

April sighed but nodded, “I guess I can respect that.”

A sudden yelp from Donatello had everyone looking up, just in time to see he’d tripped on a chunk of Foot-Bot. But before his face could meet the floor, Chula’s arm snapped out, scooped him up…and she kept walking.

Everyone blinked as she left the room, a Donnie on her shoulders and a Donatello under her arm, casual as could be.

Raphael turned to Don, raising an eye ridge, “She do that often?”

“Oh yeah,” Don nodded. “Donnie wasn’t kidding, I think it’s programmed into her brain to have weird Mom Energy when around mutant turtles.”

“Right, so, stay out of grabbing range, got it.”

“Speak for yourself dude!” Michelangelo started moving, running to catch up to the Mandalorian. “I want free rides too!”

Chula ‘s head popped back through the door and, even if he couldn’t see it, Raphael could hear the smile in her voice as she held out her free arm and said, “Heck yeah kiddo, get in here!”

Michelangelo whooped, “Cowabunga dude!” As he dived at her. She snatched him out of the air and spun in a neat circle before continuing down the hallway.

Raphael blinked in confusion, slowly turning to Don, “She's weird.”

Don shrugged, “Yeah, but she's genuine. And she helps curb Donnie’s energy.”

“They're both weird,” Raphael argued, even as he started shuffling along with the rest of the group towards the exit. “You have weird friends.”

“I’m friends with you lot, aren’t I?”

“He’s got you there Raphael,” Leonardo chuckled.

Raphael grumbled in response, crossing his arms and snapping his beak shut.

She was still weird, in his option, her and the possibly insane Donatello clinging to her back.

At least it seemed like they would be on their way soon…and in the meantime, he was a little curious about this dimension jumping spaceship.

#lone hunter and turtle #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt #fanfic #au #tmnt au #tmnt fanfiction

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ok finally got to watch the new horizons ep (HZ014) and HOOOLY SHIT

i guess this is still new so spoilers under the cut

first of all Liko, Murdock and Friede reassuring Dot that she shouldn’t stress over the system too much was really sweet, as well as Murdock later thanking Liko for being friendly to Dot. Also, it’s very small but Murdock brought Dot her breakfast and she ate it! it’s a really good way to show the slight development Dot’s having, while still being kinda subtle about it.

Roy and Hogator helping Kaiden fly was super sweet as well, it’s nice that we’re finally getting a new pokemon added to the roster. Roy and Hogator have quickly become one of my favorite parts of the series, and catches like these where there’s some bonding beforehand with no expectation of the catch always make me emotional. (Also, Hogator’s little antennae(?) flopping down when they got wet was super cute!) Nyahoja is personally a favorite of mine but this series has made me really like Hogator too.

Seeing Friede’s genuine frustration when he was cornered by Beeheeyem and Rarecoil was really interesting when compared to his more lax nature we usually see, especially in contrast to his interactions with Amethio. Seeing them terrastalize was cool, also. I understand he probably didn’t want to stress the crew out, but not saying anything regarding the flock of Rarecoil, or even warning them to be careful/not allowing Liko and Roy to go off on their own is really gonna bite him in the ass soon.

It seems at this point the RVT aren’t aware of what happened to Liko, either. It’s at times like these that i remember how op pokemon like Beeheeyem can be, esp in the anime. It seems Liko and Nyahoja got their memories wiped, if the preview for next week is anything to go by.

Spinel makes for such a scary villain, unironically. His sleuthing and clever use of his pokemon give him a huge advantage, and seeing a competent villain is really thrilling and nice. It’s a good thing he hasn’t seemed to connect the importance of both Liko and her pendant, he could have straight up snatched her and taken her to the Explorer’s HQ and everyone would be none the wiser.

Anyways, this episode was a treat and well worth the wait, i already can’t wait for next week (but that’s pretty typical at this point, heh)

#shark speaks #pokemon #pokemon horizons #pkmn #pokeani #anipoke #*banging on the door* WHERE IS AMETHIO #WHERE IS HEEEEE

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Solar Opposites: Unleashed Episode #24: “A Monstrous Birth”

Bat King Stephen snarls as he looks down at the city in fury.

Bat King Stephen: This town will pay for what it's done.

Bat King Stephen then looks at the photo of the Solar Opposites

Bat King Stephen: And I won’t let that monster alien family stand in my way!

The scene cuts to Korvo and Terry at a lamaze class.

Terry: *groans* This is so boring.

Korvo: It’s a Lamaze class Terry…

Terry: Yeah and it’s a real snooze fest!

Korvo: Ter-

Terry: Also Susan brought whole wheat doughnuts and they’re super gross… like who does that?

Korvo: Well, you’re right about that, it is an odd choice.

Terry then gets an idea and tries to seduce Korvo.

Terry: Commooon babe… Lets just ditch class and go to that new cajun restaurant down the street, they already have a five star rating. Also heard their bathrooms are nice so y’know we could always put the invisibility ray to use again-

Korvo snaps as he pushes Terry’s head away from him.

Korvo: ugh is that all you can think about?? NO! We aren’t leaving right now…

Terry: No head?

Korvo: *sighs* Terry we are in the dark here. There are no records of this ever happening on shlorp, who knows how this works… I hate it too but I'm at my wits end. *begins to cry* M-maybe the humans know more than I give them credit for… Its just … *chokes a sob* Fuck, what if we mess this all up? Hurt them… or worse..

Terry: Korv…

Korvo *breaks down in tears* I- Im terrified! Just please don't go okay!

Terry gasp and pulls his husband close to him from behind his back.

Terry: Hey ya goof I wasn’t going to leave you here all alone. I’m sorry didn't know this meant that much to you I really thought you felt the same. way you never told me any of this before.

Korvo: *sniffles* Because I’m trying to stay rational but this is all still so hard to grasp. Aren't you even just a bit jaded at how little we actually know about our bodies? Just left to the unknown? Its driving me crazy Terry…

Terry looks at his husband sadly.

Korvo: *tearfully* I’m sorry I’ve been so on edge, I’m really trying to be less mean but this situation hasn’t been making that easy Its not your fault anyway, you’ve been rather helpful… you doing your own thing makes sense.

Terry: *smiling* Don’t know how to tell you this babe but it takes two wheels to make a bicycle this is on me too. And yeah it’s pretty bonk that we had to find out this way. But its of not to big deal me I usually just take stuff as they go.

Korvo smiles at Terry tearfully as Terry laughs.

Terry: Heh okay okay thats a lie… I almost goobler’d my brains out when Aisha told us. But then thought how tight it would be to have a tiny us around And to do it together… That made it okay for me.

Terry then cries in happiness as he hold Korvo close.

Terry: Neither of us knows what this is going to look like But I do know there’s no one else I’d rather experience it with. We’ll get through this together.

Korvo: *smiling in tears* Okay.

Terry: It’ll be alright.

Korvo: I love you.

Terry: I love you too…

Terry and Korvo kiss as they moan lovingly. After the two pull away, Terry clears his throat.

Terry: Well, uh…that escalated quickly…

Korvo: chuckles Yeah. I guess so.

Terry: So, now that the drama is out of the way, we can continue this Lamaze class if that’s what you wanna do. I’ll stay right here to keep you company. wipes away Korvo’s tears as Korvo laughs

Korvo: Oh yeah. The class. thinks of something else You know what? stands up We’ll just reschedule it!

Terry: Huh? What made you change your mind all of a sudden?

Korvo then tries to seduce Terry.

Korvo: Let’s just say this fine green daddy of my four and soon to be five kids just got my mind cleared.

Terry laughs

Terry: Anytime, mi querdo.

Korvo: sighs lovingly I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amore.

Terry: And I love you when you too.

Terry and Korvo kiss.

Korvo: Shall we had to head that Mexican restaurant?

Terry: Of course, you beautiful blue shimmering study

Korvo and Terry kiss as they moan lovingly then got up as they leave the class. Korvo then smiles as he rubs his pregnant belly and then looks at Terry as he smiles. Later at Taco Bell…

Terry: *eating tacos* So what should the baby’s name be?

Korvo: I...don't have any ideas yet. You?

Terry: Oh! What about Megatron?

Korvo laughs in amusement

Terry: What? What's so funny?

Korvo: Oh I just your enthusiasm and optimism. It makes me feel necessary like a hunk it sexy Shlorpian!

Terry smirks

Terry: *laughs* You got me! But still, it’s okay if you don’t you want our baby’s name to be that.

Korvo: *smiles* Thank you, Terry.

Terry: Anytime boo.

Meanwhile, Janiz is training Yumyulack and Jesse

Janiz: Nice going guys! You’re doing great!

Mundane Jesse jumps on some of the rockets before kicking a cardboard cutout of Godzilla Sisto

Mundane Jesse: Sweet!

Korvo and Terry come home with takeout from Taco Bell and gasp

Korvo: *calling out to the kids* Yumyulack! Jesse! Sonya! Pupa! We’re home and we got takeouts from Taco Bell!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: TACO BELL?!

Sonya: YAY!

Mundane Jesse: Alright!

Pupa: Taco!

The kids come up to Korvo and Terry.

Yumyulack: *turn back into his Shlorpian form* Aw sweet! Thanks dads!

Jesse: *turns back to normal* Yeah!

Sonya: Thanks guys!

Later, Korvo and Terry are in bed. Korvo is rubbing his pregnant belly.

Korvo: *to his pregnant belly* Hey there little sweetie. Can’t wait to see you soon.

Terry kisses Korvo's pregnant belly.

Terry: I know. Me too.

Korvo giggles.

Korvo: Oh Terry, this new baby is gonna be amazing.

Terry: I know. The best part is we'll be the best dads ever.

Korvo: *laughs* We already are, thanks to us raising 4 wonderful little rascals.

Terry smirks

Terry: Yeah. Yumyulack and Jesse were very cute when they were babies too.

Korvo: Yeah… Yumyulack was an adorable little sprout when I raised him that day. He was very adorable. He even loves the lullaby Janiz sang to me when I was a sproutling too. He even loves it when he snuggles next to me.

Terry laughs

Terry: Jesse was adorable too when she was a sproutling. She laughs when I play with her with that little Shlorp sproutling shaker. And whenever she gets fussy, she would it when I squeeze her teddy bear.

Korvo: Yeah, raising my son was a bit tough ever since Janiz transferred to another part on Shlorp. But it was worth it because Yumyulack has grown up into a brave replicant.

Terry: *laughs* Same with mine.

Terry kisses Korvo on the lips

Terry: *sighs* Then Pupa. I remember he was pupad. He was very adorable and couldn’t stop smiling. And finally we adopted Sonya, which became the greatest impact on our lives. And I bet #5 is gonna be amazing too.

Korvo: *giggles* It's hard to believe we've come so far, huh?

Terry: Yeah it was worth. *kisses Korvo on the lips goodnight* Goodnight Korvy…

Korvo: Goodnight.

The two alien husbands then fall asleep as Korvo rubs his pregnant belly. The next morning, Korvo is throwing up in the toilet

Korvo: Damn, I had no idea pregnancy can still make you throw up. *throws up*

Terry rubs Korvo's back

Terry: Sorry Korvy.

Korvo: *barfs* It’s okay Terry. *barfs*

Later

Korvo: *feeling better and sighs* Well, now that this thing is out of the way, *rubs his pregnant belly* I think I have to time to finally come up with the perfect name.

Terry: But we don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl...

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry. We’ll come up with the perfect name. Eventually. *then looks at a lovely lily flower*

Terry: What is it?

Korvo: It’s that lovely lily. It looks beautiful, like it’s sprouted with hope for the future

Terry: Wow...

Korvo smiles at he looks at the flower.

Korvo: I guess we have our baby name.

Terry: You do? What is it?

Korvo smiles tearfully

Korvo: Lili.

Terry: Wow. That name is beautiful.

Korvo: I know...

Korvo smiles as he runs his pregnant belly.

Korvo: I think that is a wonderful name

Terry: Oh Korvy...

The two alien husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. That night, Korvo was asleep until he sensed something with his Super Shlorpian senses

Korvo: What the hell?

Korvo looks outside and gasps

Korvo: Stephen!

Korvo puts a hand on his pregnant belly

Korvo: *whispering* I hope he’s not after the baby… I have to make sure he isn’t… or worse!

Korvo's eyes turn aquamarine

Korvo: *skin turns black as he grows bigger and muscular and rips apart his night gown* Ooooooooh fffuuuuuuuuck yyyyyeeeeeeeess! Soooooo gooooood!

Korvo then develops horns on his head and wings pop out behind his back as he roars. Super Shlorpian Korvo chuckles.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Even when I’m pregnant, *rubs his pregnant* I’m still feeling sexy and hornier as ever.

Super Shlorpian Korvo hears screeching and gasps.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *whispering* Oh shit! Bat People! Better move fast. *looks at Terry* Be back soon my darling! *kisses Terry on the forehead*

Super Shlorpian Korvo roars as he flies through the chimney while holding his pregnant belly:

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *snarling* Let’s hope I can stop Stephen on time!

The scene then cuts to Mutant Bat King Stephen laughs evilly while plotting.

Mutant Bat King Stephen: That’s right. As soon as those Solar Beasts get here, I’ll give them a piece of my mind-

Suddenly, Super Shlorpian Korvo flies in here while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Not so fast!

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Grr! You again?!

Bat Mutant King Stephen then notices Super Shlorpian Korvo's pregnant belly and exclaims in horror

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Oh God! Is the Super Shlorpian pregnant?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo growls

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Well, you won’t be able to defeat me! Bat People, attack!

The bat people attack as Super Shlorpian Korvo flies into action

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Time to for you all to chill out! *breathes ice from his breath*

The Bat People are frozen as Bat Mutant King Stephen growls

Bat Mutant King Stephen: Stupid savage bitch! Why must you ruin everything?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Because I- *groans in pain as his water breaks* Please tell me my water didn't just break! Fuck! FUCK!

Bat Mutant King Stephen: *laughs evilly* I think you must be going into labor now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo flies and goes to somewhere to hide

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs evilly* Better follow this weak bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo finds somewhere to hide and groans in pain

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No! Not now!

Super Shlropian Korvo cries out as blood spews out from under his Shlorpian vagina. Bat King Mutant Stephen is still looking for Super Shlorpian Korvo as he chuckles evilly.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You can’t hide from me, Opposites!

Super Shlorpian Korvo breathes heavily

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *crying as he kept pushing* FUCK! OH GOD! *cries out in pain*

Bat King Mutant Stephen hears Super Shlorpian Korvo and smirks

Bat King Mutant Stephen: I got you now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Shit! I gotta-

But Super Shlorpian Korvo keeps crying out as he is the close to giving birth.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *pushes really hard* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

Then, suddenly, a cute baby Shlorpian girl with the same skin color as Terry is born as she starts crying. Super Shlorpian Korvo gasps and sheds tears of joy.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *tearfully in happiness* Oooh my sweet little sprout…

Bat King Mutant Stephen suddenly appears

Bat King Mutant Stephen: Ah-ha! Got you now!

Super Shlorpian Korvo gasps.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *grabs Lili and hold her safe carefully close to him* Stay away from her you bitch!

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs* I don't plan on hurting you...yet.

Lili: *cries*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: What are you talking about?

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You and your family will meet me and my people here for a battle tomorrow at dawn!

Mundane Terry: *offscreen* My Korvy!

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns around and gasps. He then sees Mundane Terry, Super Shlorpain Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse and Were-Kraken Sonya and are relived he is okay. But then, Mundane Terry bites Bat King Mutant Stephen on the arm to get him away from husband as he snarls.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: How dare you?! I am a king! You will respect my authority!

Mundane Terry punches Bat King Mutant Stephen, who snarls and flies away from the family. The monster Replicants and Werekraken Sonya run up to Super Shlorpian Korvo and are overjoyed to see their new baby sister.

Mundane Jesse: Is that our sister?! Korvo, how did this-

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *shedding tears of joy* It was some kind of miracle. Your new sister is born. Kids, meet Lili.

Lili: *coos*

Werekraken Sonya: *smiling and softly doing a nose kiss on Llili* Hello baby sister…

Lili: *coos*

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: *shedding tears of joy* Aw she looks so cute.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah..she is... *starts weeping*

Mundane Terry: Oh honey… *holds Super Shlorpian Korvo close* Shh… *smiling at Lili* Hey there sweetie… I’m your daddy…

Lili babbles and touches Mundane Terry's face as Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: She really likes you.

Mundane Terry chuckles

Mundane Terry: Hell yeah she does. *tickles Lili’s chin softly as it makes her giggle*

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You know, she almost looks just like you.

Mundane Terry: I know. Look at her beautiful green skin. Welcome to the world Lili…

Super Shlorpian Korvo kisses his Mundane husband on the lips.

Lili: *babbling*

Mundane Jesse: Hey, Lili...

Lili touches her father’s face as Mundane Terry chuckles. Lili then yawns and falls asleep as the two monster alien husbands smile at their new baby.

Super Shlorpian Korvo then weeps as he holds Lili close carefully.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I'll do everything I can to protect her...

Mundane Terry: *puts his hand on Super Shlorpian Korvo’s right shoulder* Us too. Because remember what I said. We’ll get through it… together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: We have to face Stephen tomorrow at dawn.

Mundane Jesse: What?!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Why?!

Werekraken Sonya: Why does Stephen want us to face him?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: ‘Cause if we don’t, I’m afraid he’ll come after Lili and worse of all kill us.

Mundane Terry gasps.

Mundane Terry: *grows determined* Don’t worry! We won’t let this happened!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You're right. *looks at Lili and tickles her chin*

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Good. Because, we won’t let Stephen get in the way of the best thing that ever happen in our lives. Right, sisters?!

Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya: Right!

Lili: *babbles*

Later at home, Janiz is watching TV

Janiz: *sees the news about Stephen* Stephen? Oh my God!

Korvo comes downstairs holding Lili

Korvo: *sing-songy* Oh Janiz!

Janiz: Korvo? What's...*looks at Lili and gasps* Did you...

Korvo: Yes. She’s here. Janiz, meet your niece Lili.

Janiz squeals with happiness

Janiz: *tickles Lili on the chin as Lili giggles* Hello sweetie. It’s me your aunt Janiz. Your daddy’s big sister.

Lili babbles and touches Korvo's face

Janiz: Oh she really love you Korvo.

Korvo: Yeah. I know. *looks at the news and gasps* Shit!

Janiz: You ready for this lil bro? *eyes glow icy pink*

Korvo: Oh-ho-ho! *eyes glow aquamarine* Hell yeah I am!

Later, Mutant Bat King Stephen and his army are wreaking havoc

Bat King Mutant Stephen: *laughs evilly* Yes! Yes! Soon enough all of Earth-4 will bow to me!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *offscreen* STOP RIGHT THERE!

Bat King Mitant then turns and growls as he sees Super Shlorpian Korvo, Mundane Terry, Super Shlorpian Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse, Werekraken Sonya, Super Shlorpian Janiz and Aqrabuamelu Phoebe standing in a heroic stance. Lili is also seen in a baby hangar held on Super Shlorpian Korvo.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: Seriously! How many more of you freaks do I have to fight?!

Mundane Terry: Well I believe you met our daughters, huh?

Bat King Mutant Stephen then recognizes Mundane Jesse as Jesse as he snarls.

Mundane Jesse: Remember me, bi-atch?!

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You too? *growls* Bat People, attack the Monsters!

The bat people attack.

Mundane Terry: LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Super Shlorpian Korvo nods and the Monster Solars starts fighting the bat people. Super Shlorpian Korvo uses his ice breath while Lili babbles in joy. Mundane Terry then uses his lava powers that burnt the bat people. Super Shlorpian Yumyulack then combines his fire ice breath with Super Shlorpian Janiz’s ice breath that restrains the bat people. Mundane Jesse uses her pink magic powers that causes her fizzy rocks to hit the bat people. Werekraken Sonya uses her laser eyes to blast the bat people. Then, Aqrabuamelu Phoebe uses her stinger that stings some of the bat people.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: GOD DAMN IT!

The Monster Solars cheer while Lili babbles in joy.

Bat King Mutant Stephen: You haven't heard the last of me! When I-

Mundane Jesse and Super Shlorpian Yumyulack combine their powers with Werekraken Sonya as they blast Bat King Mutant Stephen away as he screams. Super Shlorpian Korvo and Mundane Terry smiles with tears of joy in their eyes because they are so proud of their kids blasting their enemy away. So are Aqrabuamelu Phoebe and Super Shlorpian Janiz.

Lili: *babbling n joy because she proud of her big brother and big sisters*

Super Shlorpian Janiz: You two were very brave. I see the training's paid off.

Mundane Jesse: So was Sonya! I had no idea we had it in you!

Werekraken Sonya: Well, I guess I learned from watching you guys.

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: That and you were always brave ever since you became half-kraken. We’re so proud of you sis.

Werekraken Sonya: Thanks!

The three monster siblings then get into a group hug. Lili babbles in joy as she reaches to her siblings.

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Hey, Lili.

Mundane Jesse: So happy to see you!

Werekraken: You proud of your big brother and sisters?

Lili touched both of her siblings’ faces as she coos in joy. Super Shlorpian Yumyulack, Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya smiles at their baby sister. Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *hugs the kids* Come here, we are so proud of you.

Mundane Terry: Nice job Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya! We’ve never been so proud in our lives that our three wonderful kids combine an awesome attack. We’re so happy for you three.

The kids smile tearfully

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Thanks dads…

Mundane Jesse and Werekraken Sonya: Thanks daddies…

Mundane Terry picks Super Shlorpian Korvo up and spins him around

Mundane Terry: Woo-hoo Korvy.

The two monster alien husbands embrace in a kiss as they moan lovingly while Lili giggles as the kids hugs their dads. The scene cuts back to the Solar Opposites’ house where they wonder where Pupa is.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Pupa?

Mundane Terry: Pupa? *suddenly hears a gunshot* Oh shit! Was that the Pupa with a gun?!

The family gasp in horror.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: That's not good.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh crap! No no no! *heads upstairs* Something’s wrong!

The Monsters Solars open the door to Korvo and Terry’s bedroom where Pupa is in and gasp.

Mundane Terry: Holy shit. The Pupa has killed a bat mutant!

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles tearfully

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Bravo Pupa! *hugs Pupa* I am so proud of you!

The family hugs Pupa as he smiles. Then, Pupa notices his new baby sister Lili.

Pupa: Who's that?

Mundane Jesse: Pupa, this your new baby sister Lili.

Pupa gasps

Pupa: Sister?

Lili babbles as she touches Pupa’s face, as he smiles and falls in love with his new baby sister and hugs her carefully and gently.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yep. She's your sister. Isn't she adorable?

Pupa smiles as he tickles Lili’s chin softly as Lili giggles and coos.

Mundane Jesse: Aw, she likes you.

Pupa: I wuv you Lili.

Lili coos. Pupa smiles as he watches his baby sister fall asleep as she sleeps. The family then turns back to normal as they sit on Korvo and Terry’s bed with Pupa and smiles at Lili.

Phoebe MacCarthy: So, now you guys have Lili, now what?

Korvo: I think our news lives have just gotten better. Welcome home Lili.

Cue “Today” from Brad Paisley in the background:

Terry: Welcome to the Solar Opposistes sweetie. *kisses Lili on the forehead*

Lili giggles. Cue good times montage after Korvo and Terry kiss while moaning lovingly. The scene then cuts to next day where the Solar Opposites in their human forms, now with Lili in her own human form as she babbles head out the door to spend time with each other. The scene then cuts to the family at a picnic where Human Pupa is playing with human Lili. Then, it cuts to a skiing lodge where the family are having skiing then it shows them having hot cocoa. Then, it cuts to the park where the kids are playing while Human Lili babbles as she and Human Terry head down the slide and Human Terry lands safely while holding Human Lili safely as she babbles in joy once Human Terry lift her up. The episode then ends with the rest of the family having dinner at Lawry’s Prime Rib and Human Korvo and Human Terry kiss as they moan lovingly.

THE END

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