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strangerthingsstories5255 · 2 years

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I CANT LEAVE YOU HERE... (e.m x FEM! Reader)

Description: you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy go to the upside down. But instead of the demo bats getting Eddie, they got you..

Warnings: mentions of death, fake death, swearing, determined Eddie, kinda sad, kind of angst with a happy ending. (I think that's it.)

Characters: FEM!Reader, Eddie (your boyfriend), Steve, Nancy, Robin.

A/N: idk why, but this popped into my head 🤷🏻‍♀️ so enjoy ig.

(GIF IS NOT MINE, CREDS TO THE OWNER)

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"Are you sure it's a good idea to go down there?" You ask, looking at how sketchy it looks down in the upside down. "If you want to save Hawkins and make it to where monsters don't take over this town, and possibly the world. Then yes, we have to go down there." Steve says. So it's settled… you guys were gonna go down there.

After using a makeshift rope that Nancy and Steve made to get down into that hellhole of a place, you started walking around. It looks like the real world, but colorless, creepy, has weird

plants that can kill you, and monsters. You and Eddie are always helping each other, you were inseparable, so when it came to fighting a monster, he wouldn't leave your side. While walking through the upside down, you and Robin were talking, "so… what would you do if I died down here?" She asked so calmly. "Uhhh, I would probably cry non-stop. But we don't have to worry about that, we will all be fine…" you said, reassuring yourself. you hoped nobody would die at least….

You and Eddie, had a plan, you guys were gonna play guitar together on top of this trailer, the upside down version of his trailer of course, and distract the bats. So you guys decided to play master of puppets by Metallica. After you and Eddie started playing, you could see a whole bunch of the bats coming your way. You and Eddie fight them off, but Eddie got bit, out of fear you did something stupid… "Hey! Bats, over here!" You called, getting the bats attention and Eddies. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He asked worriedly. "I'm Buying you more time, go protect the group!" You call while running away, having the bats follow. Eddie can't move, he's scared something will happen to you. And just as he imagined, you were being attacked by a group of bats, they ripped and tore through your skin and flesh, leaving you screaming. Eddie couldn't help but run to you. He fought off the bats, and finally got to you, "y/n!!" He called, crying. "Eds…" you call out his name. "Come on, I've got to take you back i-" he rambles, "Eddie, you can't…" you say, tearing up. "The hell I can't!" He cried trying to pick you up. "Eddie, stop, it's no use. I'll only slow you guys down, I'm hurt pretty bad.." you say, looking at his face. "No, no no no… please." He pleads. "Eddie, go take Robin and Nancy and Steve back to our world. Forget about me.." you say. "Y/n.. I can't forget about you… I just can't.. we've been through a lot together.. Please let me take you home. Please!" He cries. "Eddie…" you say, cupping his face in your hands, "I love you, but you have to leave me here… if Dustin asks where I am, tell him i'm on a long trip.. please eds, please go save Hawkins for me, I hate the damn town, but my family lives there, and so does your uncle. And you shouldn't stay down here to get killed and waste your dreams about leaving this shit of a town to go to a good college… do good things for me eds." You say before you stop breathing. "No no no no!" Eddie cries, holding you close. "Please… please wake up! Please!! I can't live without you y/n!" He tries shaking you awake, but nothing works. He realizes you're gone…

Steve, Nancy, and Robin find him still holding you close and crying his eyes out. "I-i- tried to stop her! She saw me get hurt and took it up on herself to distract the stupid bats, and they got her pretty good… she's gone…" he cries. "Not yet! We all need to carry her and get her to the hospital before she loses any more blood!" Steve says, determined to help you. "Ok…" Eddie says, wiping his eyes, "Steve help me with her please." Eddie calls out, and Steve runs over to help carry you.

They let Nancy and Robin go through to get to the real world first, then Steve hands your body to Nancy, who holds you close as well, praying that she doesn't lose you. Steve goes up next, and then Eddie goes up last. As soon as they do, they're hauling your lifeless body to the car, and taking you to the hospital.

A few days later, you magically wake up. "Hm? What happened? How am I here?" Questions falling from your mouth one by one, but Eddie answers every one of them. "When you died… um I was holding you close, but Steve and the rest of them found me and you, and we all carried you to the opening of the real world, had Nancy go up first so she could hold you while we all got out of that hellhole. And we brought you to the hospital… we don't know how, but you woke up.." Eddie tells you. "Eds… I love you." You say, holding his hand. "I love you too princess, just promise me you won't ever do something stupid again." He says. "Ok eds. I won't do anything stupid again." You promise.

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This is prob one of my favorites ngl.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things angst #angst with a happy ending #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

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kryptsune · 3 years

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World Building Wednesday! ~Felldritch

🌼I got a request to do a WBW for Felldritch and since there have been updates to the overall world and lore I wanted to make sure this was all in a nice little package! If you have questions and want to learn more let me know the ask box is always open! So let's get started! Oh and here is a link to the fic! FELLDRITCH

Felldritch

Classification: HorrorFELL

Cult Alternate “Nicknames”:

Red: Saw Boss: Corvus

Gaster: Sephtis

Asriel: Saber Toriel: Ameria

Asgore: Kirnon

Undyne: Ryx Alphys: Vesh Muffet: Carmilla Grillby: Noire MTT: Faust

Doggo: Croix

Riverperson: Bastet (Tet)

Main Plot Synop: Felldritch takes place after a pacifist run by Frisk. The story briefly goes as follows. Frisk ends up in the Underworld (Underground) and befriends the monsters and wants to set them free. It is basically a way watered down version of WTU in essence. Once reaching the end of her journey the monsters refuse to let her be that final soul. They would rather wait and figure out something else but with her Determination she promises to return to them and set them free. At this point in time she is around 18-19. Asriel sacrifices himself to that end to see her leave through the barrier only for the humans to capture the poor girl after she leaves. They conclude that she is not mentally stable due to her insistence that monsters are real and throw her into an asylum/sanitarium to be “treated”. Nearly 5+ years later and she manages to escape finding herself once again in the Underworld only it is far different from what she remembers. At this point, she is questioning whether anything is real or not. After being “treated” for so long she doesn’t quite know which reality is the true one. As Red (aka Saw) points out:

The Brothers:

Red: The younger brother of the two. His attachment to Frisk stems into more of a relationship though he blames himself for loosing her all those years ago. This psychological state causes him to throw himself into the problem that is befalling their world. At first nothing seems to combat this intrusive forest and horrifying beasts but he learns to utilize his magic in a different way. Prior to this he is what one would think of a a Red type but after meeting Frisk he promises to not only change his heart but also the hearts of others. Instead of destructive magical ability he follows in his brothers footsteps and takes up healing practice.

In the world he is known as the merchant, the one that tends to give out healing items in exchange for coin but the bulk of his business relies on talismans or charms to ward off the evil plaguing their home. As far as they all know these magically infused charms are powerful and have incredible protective capabilities. He runs a wagon that travels around the entire Underworld.

In the current timeline he more sympathetic and empathetic. The concept of Kill or be Killed is no longer a factor. This is mainly about survival and for the most part the other monsters are aware that working together is their best option though their heightened paranoia (validly founded btw) makes it difficult sometimes. His personality is lighthearted on the surface, making jokes, and being a good guy. In a way he reminds me of Jester who tries not to dwell on what is going on but is fully aware of the situation. Red wears a blindfold in public to keep up appearances but he has no vision or eye light problems.

Boss: After Frisk’s departure from the Underworld, Boss, takes her words to heart. Unlike the majority of Fell Pap characterization he is very soft. When he feels his brother no longer needs his guidance he begins to feel purposeless until he learns that like his brother he has the magical ability for healing. As Red is the charm merchant of the two, Boss is the apothecary. His design harkens to plague doctors back in the 17th century. He grows all his own herbs and spices but he is particularly fond of tea. He also wears a blindfold just like Red but unlike Red he does in fact have damage to his left eye socket where the teal color of his eye lights no longer inhabits.

The two combined help their fellow monsters as much as they can but in a world of uncertainty how are you supposed to know who to trust?

Frisk’s Mental Demons: The psychological toll on Frisk is great as she has been told constantly that she made up her time in the Underworld in order to shut herself away into a fantasy world. A world where she had a family… where she is loved and wanted. This happens frequently as the “Doctors” continuously try to refute her experiences or sensations medically. Every time she goes to sleep in the Underworld she ends up back at the Asylum tied down kicking and screaming.

She only wakes up again when she is sedated. Rinse and repeat. The question is… is it real? Or rather which is real. The doctors go on to state that her dark state of mind twisted her original concept behind her “family” making them this eldritch styled horror. He also goes onto explain that the reason she is so drawn and close to Red is that it is her “flirting with death”. That she is accepting that outcome because if she continues to resist treatment she will die and the moment she trusts him in her “fantasy” that will be the end. These kinds of situations happen a lot.

There are also instances when the lines between real and fiction are blurred as Frisk's behavior consists apparently of defensive aggression, auditory, visual, and olfactory hallucination, acute paranoia, anxiety, and PTSD. One such example of this is her apparent psychiatrist, Dr. Cyrus Reycroft, who happens to have an uncanny resemblance to her skeletal friend if he was human.

The Beasts: Felldritch plays off Eldritch horror aka the fear of the unknown. As Frisk reunites with Red she is subjected to a rather concerning conversation in which he explains the situation they are in. He mentions having crossed into an upside down broken and colorless world which drew both himself and his older brother into. It is implied that the two stepped into a dimensional space that was able to then afflict those within their own dimension. Over time the inhabitants begin to go missing and great otherworldly hellish beasts begin appearing. The inhabitants come to the conclusion that these creatures can not afflict you with their corruption if you can not see, hear, or speak in their presence. This mindset has some rather gruesome implications as inhabitants become irrationally desperate mutilating themselves to adhere to the new "See no evil, Speak no evil, Hear no evil”.

The Occult World: The cult as I keep referring to it as is a group of powerful monsters. After the deposition of the King the other monsters begin to become influenced by outside sources. They begin to believe that any fallen humans are the angels of death and because of this they will kill humans on sight, of course, they want to live in denial of their horrible deeds because monster souls are supposed to be made up of love and kindness. Unlike the cult that wishes to break the barrier, the rest want to stay hidden from the beasts above believing that the humans are to blame for all that has happened.

The senses play a huge roll in this idea as the beasts are rumored to be able to use souls like puppets, as in spys, if they are corrupted. It essentially becomes like a hive mind with the main entity being able to see, hear, and speak through those it comes in contact with. It’s no secret that Red is in fact infected by this entity in some form as this is a quote from the fic:

A set of antlers snagged the velvety cape as he worked the metalwork to release its hold on the material around his throat.

Bony fingers tugged on the bunched up fabric and pulled it back, revealing a charcoal grey sweater underneath. It was soft to the touch but just hidden beneath the wool she caught a glimpse of off white colored bone. There were bits and pieces that had been chipped off, knicks, and cuts. Even before they had met Red had some scars especially around his collarbone but that was not what caused her to gasp. His hood remained over his head as if using it to shield his expression from her view, “See?” He flinched when her fingers traced some of the scars.

She didn’t want to appear like she was fearful of what she was witnessing but her fingers quivered, pulling them back toward herself. A soft whimper of a voice left her, “R...Red…” There intertwined with the magically composed vertebrae of his spine were branches. The same deep blackish red wood that plagued this entire forest. It wove itself through the bone engulfing portions of his ribs, twisting it into chilling patterns. If it was allowed to continue its infestation it would crack his ribcage open in a bloodless gaping fissure. She could just make out that gentle white and crimson glow shrouded by the wood. Was that his soul? There was no other explanation.

It looked like the branches were trying to worm their way toward that glowing heart, pierce it, and absorb it into its oily black, almost pulsating bark. That was only one singular aspect of horror that she was now subjected to. Her eyes followed the trail that crept through the bone following the knots and twists that crept up and underneath where his skull attached to his spine.

The grip that he kept on her hand only tightened while the other shifted to pull the hood off his skull. Her eyes widened, reddish-brown irises wavering within a sea of white. A hand rose to land on her mouth, now agape in a silent gasp. She could see the same strange bark that comprised his antlers exited straight out of his skull. There were fractures that radiated from above the temporal portion of his cranium in concentric circles. The same kind of patterning one would see from blunt force trauma. Only this had pushed out the bone externally rather than internally. His sockets no longer contained those ever dulling carmine eye lights as her own eyes traced the hairline cracks along his head. She could not imagine the kind of pain a transformation like that would have caused him. There were places where the bone had tried to heal and suture itself back together, forming around the bark.

Angel of Salvation (a.k.a. The Eldritch Horror)- What the cult has been working toward is summoning their “savior” with the help of the human souls they are bound to. It gives them extra abilities and power. Each within the ranks is bound to a human soul. Their leader ??? wants to use this power to summon an “angel.” It turns out that is actually an unholy amalgamated eldritch beast/god out for blood instead. Humanity will perish and the monsters will take control of the surface once more. That is the reality. (The cult including Red is told otherwise).

#undertale #sans #underfell #papyrus #Felldritch #undertale au #underfell au #kits multiverse #friskys multiverse #concepts #my au #psychological horror #eldritch horror #eldritch #Saw #Corvus #cult aesthetic #Worldbuilding Wednesday AU edition

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aquaticstyles · 3 years

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unchained

A while ago I was asked for a “Have You Ever Been In Love” sequel, and while this is probably not the direction you guys were expecting, this is what I came up with. Also, this one’s (loosely) inspired by the song “Scott Street” by the lovely Phoebe Bridgers (highly recommend listening to the spotify sessions version while listening). Fun fact, for forever I misheard the lyrics, thinking she was saying “unchained” instead of “ashamed.” After noticing that I have, in fact, been wrong this entire time, I realized I kinda liked my version better (sorry Phoebe). And, me being me, I ran with it and it spun into this quick, 1.4k part two. Reblogs + feedback help so much! Enjoy!! xx, Jane

“Have you ever been in love?”

Harry’s heart stops.

The question catches him off guard, and not just because he’s not used to interviewers asking such personal ones (he guesses this is what he signed up for when he agreed to be the first male flying solo on the cover of Vogue). It makes his heart stop because of his answer, because of the woman that had once asked him the same exact question.

Harry has never been one to linger in his sadness; he finds it unproductive, and quite honestly, completely depressing. After a break up, one can find the caramel-colored curls belonging to the world’s latest phenomenon sweating out his sorrow, or frustration, at the gym, pounding the boxing bag again and again and again. “Nothing another set can’t fix,” his trainer, Mike, would often tease the man in denial, knowing good and well by his posture upon entering the ring, slumped shoulders and an ever-present crease between his eyebrows, that another one had bit the dust the night prior. Mike had learned fairly quickly to never ask questions, to simply let Harry work out his emotions as he pleases, even if that means letting him walk out with wrapped fists masking throbbing, crimson knuckles.

Harry has never been one to talk about his sadness either; he finds it prolongs the pain rather than diminishing it, an annoying gnat swarming around an abnormally large bite from a crisp apple, halting his progression in enjoying his afternoon snack because he just can’t catch the bloody thing. His sister has tried to break him from his stubborn ways, even resulting to getting the lanky man drunk off tequila in hopes of him finally opening up about his incessant missed targets; however, that only ever ends up with Gemma’s arms holding up the giggling teddy bear and folding his bulky body into a taxi, mimicking cramming a cotton ball into a straw. Therapy was suggested and waved off with an inked palm, because if he doesn’t want to talk to his sister about it, how on earth is he supposed to talk to a stranger?

Never-ending claims of “I’m fine,” and “It just didn’t work out,” and “Don’t worry ‘bout me,” and “It wasn’t even that serious.” Sure, each breakup took a little something out of the man that insisted he was “fine,” but eventually, a couple dozen inked journal pages later, Harry would be back to his normal, happy-go-lucky, perfectly-kind self.

All of these rang true for most of Harry’s young adulthood.

All of these were common occurrences, that is, until Harry met you.

You were unlike anyone he had ever met. Selfless, but not in an over-bearing, walk-all-over-me kind of way. Funny, but not in an underlying-hatred, fake-laugh kind of way. Genuine, but not in a look-at-me, fake kind of way. Honest, in a I-want-to-know-everything-that-makes-you-you, ask-you-questions-until-the-sun-rises kind of way. Drop-dead-gorgeous in the most unbelievable, glowing, ethereal, kind of way that he constantly reminded you of. You were the perfect balance, the missing diamond to even out the coal on the other end of the scale.

Loving you felt like the ocean.

In the morning when there’s a hazy screen covering your lenses, clouding the soft sunlight in a muted, white-washed filter. It’s more gray, yet still golden as the shining mass of fire lazily rises from its slumber. It’s calm, clouds stretched apart like cobwebs in the faded blue sky above, waves leisurely, almost too relaxed, crashing along the bleached shore then disappearing back into the horizon. Still sleepy, still new, an entire day ahead of you.

In the afternoon when the sun is at its highest and hottest, radiating down ultraviolet rays that burn your skin, causing alarmingly red shoulders in need of aloe that soon progressively heal and turn into a bronzed exterior. Speckles of light dancing upon excited waves, similar to a neighborhood of children dressed in pink polka dots and orange overalls running towards the ice cream truck filled to the brim with dreams of sugary stomachaches. It’s saturated, every color its brightest and loudest, pops of cerulean and coral. It’s a blanket of comfort, a suffocating scarf. It’s sweet. It’s sour. A cool glass of lemonade sinking into a bed of quicksand. Annoying and astonishing.

In the night, when the yellowing presence is long gone in the awakening of the moon, the deepest indigo swirling in between pockets of stars dotted and flecked into the atmosphere like freckles. It’s black and blue. You don’t know where the earth stopss and the water begins, familiarity lost as the waves erase each new footprint in the sand. The tide is an abuser, sweet as it sings you in, terrifying as it pulls you under. Skinny dipping, vulnerable, exciting, adrenaline, heart thumping, diving, sinking, drowning.

The morning, the afternoon, the night. The happening, the honeymoon, the heartbreak.

Ever since it ended, everything Harry had ever known was cast aside, thrown out like a Gucci jumper from last season. For the first time in his twenty-six years of living, fourteen of those juggling the obstacles that relationships can and will bring, Harry was irreversibly numb, a pair of frozen, gloveless fingertips blue from the icy wind. Not only did he linger in the gut-wrenching grief, he was absorbed by it. Instead of waking up each morning tucked into the bare side of your body diffusing innocent warmth, sipping a steaming cup of black coffee received by hands much smaller than his own, he woke up with a stranger laying on his chest, cold, with a pounding headache the bottle of whiskey had gladly supplied from the night before. The days felt as if they lasted an eternity, time stuck in slow-motion, tick, tick, ticking, one second, one and a half, one and three quarters, two. He watched the seasons pass, the grass dying and regenerating into its natural emerald shade from his bedroom, dust pocketing in the corners of a picture frame containing two pairs of sparkling eyes and genuine, toothy grins sitting on the windowsill. Nights consisted of him lying sleepless on his back, eyes wide awake, thumbs twiddling as the echoes of helicopters overhead drone in and out. Dozens of missed calls remained unanswered: Mum, Gem, Mitch, Mike, Adam, Sarah, Mum, Mum, Gem, Mum, Mike, Mitch, Gem, Mitch, Mum…

He was stuck, a pancake glued to an ungreased pan, charred. It was when this melancholy had prolonged for nearly its sixth month, and all at home remedies (which included drinking, writing, drinking because he was writing, and writing because he was drinking) failed to provide any peace that he decided to give in to the recommendations from almost every single one of his friends: therapy. After the first session, he was ready to book it and sprint off to a deserted island with nothing but a coconut filled with rum to accompany his solitude. Turns out that one session was the mento to his coca cola of bottled-up emotions, exploding months’ worth of buried feelings and memories in an hour. It took the will of God (and Gemma purposefully lying and telling him they were going to get lunch) to get Harry back in the baby-pink-painted interior of his therapist’s office. After months of talking, sorting, compartmentalizing, yelling, crying, healing, unpacking, and reflecting, Harry tackled down the closure he had been chasing. A year and an album later, when he heard your name, he no longer felt trapped, heart beating rapidly, trying desperately to break apart his ribcage, he felt unchained—a prisoner uncaged, pounds and pounds of metal unlocked from his wrists, free.

Before, your name was paired with a colorless photo album, snapshots of vibrancy draining into black and white, frozen, lifeless, still.

Now, your name resembled a film reel of the best moments, your sweater hanging in his closet, your arm thrown around his mother’s shoulder in a polaroid candid, your laugh echoing in the acoustics of his shower after you nearly slipped on the lavender bubbles coating sudsy toes, your hands massaging his scalp, twisting curls into detailed plaits, your foamy lips smushing against a stubbled cheek, leaving remnants of peppermint mocha in the winter air, your satin skirt contrasting from his purple flares in his backyard, playing thumb war and whispering confessions in the moonlight. The good memories built a brick wall to block out the bad, dimming the light of your downfall.

“Have you ever been in love?” The question echoes again in Harry’s ears, causing a grin and a dimple to pop into his cheek. The fuzzies. Once, twice, three times. Click, shake, tape.

“Yeah, I have.”

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obiwanobi · 3 years

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the ask was a bit too long, so the rest is under the cut;

(and Asylum is an AMAZING fic everyone should read it)

What about memory loss but less violent like with a holocron or a magic spell but in kinda regular SW universe but Ani doesn’t turn dark (because I love that baby)... imagine like one of them loses their memories of the other (and they weren’t together but they were gravitating toward each either and being in denial of course) ... so the other one instead of pushing for the memory to get back pulls away like if Anakin loses his memory Obi-Wan would be like : maybe it’s the continuity of things a chance to not have me on his back, he always said he wanted more autonomy, experiencing full knighthood without his old master to scold him (mabeyy plus Rako Hardeen guilt because I’m petty) and if it’s Obi-Wan, Anakin thinks that maybe this is good : Obi-Wan was forced to take care of him since he was a child, and he has been pulling always recently (catholic guilt for having feelings for his former padawan I guess) and doesn’t seems to want to be around him and maybe it’s his chance to finally have time for himself and be free of his former padawan for once ...

So they let the other one space (but still watching from afar because who are we kidding) until one night one of them find the one who lost his memory in one of the balcony of the temples and ask if he is okay and the other one said that it feels like something (someone)is missing but it’s not just the memories, something that made them feel whole and alive and without it life is colorless...

Annnnnd that’s how they realized that the other feels deeply for them ... if you didn’t realize I love for angst and fluff

I wonder how it would go for SSK au tho 🙄

Obi-Wan, still a Sith with no decorum or undercover filter and no recall of any Anakin but upon seeing him : you are mine !

Anakin : but the nurse said ... so you do remember me ?

Obi-Wan : no but I want you therefore I will have you and that’s final.

Anakin : ...yeah okay

.....................hum. You’re really making me want to write a snippet about it now. Choosing who to emotionally destroy is hard though, but Obi-Wan is usually the go-to guy for this kind of thing, so Anakin could lose his memories and Obi-Wan can have a “we were right on the verge of admitting that we wanted something more from our relationship but then we had a minor fight and didn’t talk for a few days, and when I tried to finally contact you you didn’t even know my name, so I guess this is a sign from the Force that it wasn’t meant to be” moment and resigned himself to his infinite sadness fate in silence 😌

But I mean, Obi-Wan losing his memory would be interesting too because Anakin would agonise in a very dramatic way while this new version of Obi-Wan would probably be so surprised to learn that he had a padawan, and tries to befriend him anyway (and Anakin could be the drama queen he wants to be, saying things like “no you don’t UNDERSTAND we can’t be FRIENDS you will NEVER be my Obi-Wan you can’t COMPARE” and Obi-Wan like “....I’m literally the same guy”)

So basically I want a ray of sunshine amnesiac, be it Anakin or Obi-Wan, and both options would have a happy ending, obviously!

#so sorry for replying so late #ooooh the balcony scene YES #(and yeah SSK would be like this)#('this one. this one must be mine. I know it. I FEEL it.')#clem's aus #asks #allthetimeclueless

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mandakatt · 3 years

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DMC Fic - Feeling of Familiarity - Dante Sparda & Nero Sparda

A/N: Here's the piece I did for the @jackpot-dantezine and since bundles are being shipped, I get the chance to share this one with you!

Characters: Dante Sparda, Nero Sparda, Trish, Credo, Vergil (Mention) Word Count: 2474 Warnings: Blood and Injury, Canon Compliant (I guess that's a warning? XD) Summary: Dante had come to Fortuna to 'check' into the collectors he'd heard about, and while he's taking care of that problem, he finds himself face to face with a young man that makes him think of Vergil.

Why though?

Why does this young cocky kid get his blood to sing with the feeling of familiarity?

And why does he want to protect him so badly?

“‘See you there’, she said. ‘This will be fun,’ she said...”

Dante grumbled softly to himself as he perched himself over one of the many stained glass windows of the opera house to look down at the congregation below, and he couldn’t help but huff out a little laugh.

"The Order of the Sword huh? Well...so much for hoping you were just a bunch of collectors.”

With a sigh he crouched himself down to listen for a moment, and he couldn’t help but cringe as he wiggled a finger into his ear. The Vicar, or whatever this demon wanted to call himself, was rambling on about a Savior, and it was totally getting on his nerves.

“Geeze, this guy can talk…”

He can feel the call of the Yamato nearby but it’s very distant and dulled, almost as if it was buried underground. It reminded him of how one felt when waking up from an all night bender, and he sort of huffed at the irony of the thought, considering the way the shop looked when he left.

With a sigh he stood up, and rolled his shoulders. “Well, no time like the present…” with a smirk he decided that a grand entrance; like always, is the way he should get things started.

Crashing into the opera house like a damned vigilante, he manages to shut up the Vicar himself with one very well-placed and up-close shot to the head. With that out of the way, Dante stands slowly, feeling his blood singing again as he turns his head to look around at what could be calling to him only to go wide-eyed as his gaze falls on a young man with stark white hair and the first thing that comes to mind is the word family.

But before he can figure out who or what he’s really looking at, he gets swarmed with demons, and with humans scrambling around and screaming to flee that makes this a bit more difficult. Immediately he considers how best to keep these things distracted long enough for the humans to escape, but then that familiar scent of fear fills his nostrils. His head snaps down to look at the woman at his feet, to tell her to not be afraid but the next thing he knows he’s got a pair of boots in his face. It takes all of his self control to not burst out laughing as he rights himself and draws his guns, giving off a soft huff he smirks as he stares this kid down, only to feel like he’s looking at a much younger version of his brother.

Well now...

It isn’t long before he finds himself clashing swords and once again he’s hit by a sudden rush of familiarity, as if there’s something about this cocky, loud, hot-tempered kid that makes his blood sing with the memory of Vergil, and he finds himself pushing this kid to the brink just to truly see what he’s capable of.

Suddenly the overwhelming need to protect this kid slaps him in the face.

He wants to help him redirect that anger into something more powerful. Guide him and teach him things that he was positive he didn’t know he could do already. Things that no one ever taught him when he was his age, and alone.

Yet those rambling thoughts are what distracts him enough that he’s suddenly taking several punches to the face. The devil in him grows angry at the situation and he feels the want to shift, and actually partly does so.

Alright Kid, you’ve made your point. Seems—

Suddenly, he’s weightless, and right after the wind gets knocked out of him, the Rebellion rips through his chest and he slams against the statue of Sparda. He stares down at it in disbelief for a moment before he lets his arms droop down to his sides with a soft sigh.

—Heh. Well that’s a case of some serious deja vu. And with my own sword no less!

Okay. So he might have just underestimated this kid just a little bit.

With a grunt he pushes himself free of the statue and lands on his feet to slowly pull the Rebellion free from his chest. He finds himself sort of encouraging this kid, explaining that he’s sure that he and this kid are the same, yet different from the demons that litter the floor around them, and when the kid turns to look he leaves the same way he got into the opera house, giving the kid a cheeky salute on his way out.

When he meets the kid again he can feel the anger radiating off him in waves, see it in the way this kid’s arm glows with power, and he knows that the Yamato is feeding from that anger. In the short time he’s followed this kid around, he’s never seen him be this sloppy, and it irritates him at how easily he knocks this kid off balance by preventing him from pulling his arm away.

They clash swords and Dante doesn’t feel the same adrenaline rush as when they met, he knows there’s too much anger running through this kid’s head.

“You cooled off yet kid?” he pants softly as he looms over him. “What’s the matter? Why the glare?”

“You look as if you’ve just been playing me from the beginning.”

And Dante swears that hurts almost as much as when this kid pinned him to the stature in the opera house. He immediately backs off, resting the Rebellion on his shoulder as he tells him about the Yamato.

How it needs to stay in the family.

And when this kid desperately says that he needs it...

Well shit, you’re not making this easy on me are ya Kid?

“Then keep it,” Dante tells him with a smirk. “Now that you’re calm and cool you can get goin’...”

The kid stands there for a moment before moving past him, but before he gets too far he calls out to him.

“Hey! What’s your name?”

“Nero…You’re Dante right?”

With a light nod of his head he knows this kid—Nero—doesn’t see he watches him stalk off before he’s met by Trish, and he can’t help but tease her on how she’s dressed.

“Are you sure you wanna let him go?”

“Yeah...I figure he can bear the burden.”

His father could handle that blade without a problem.

“Well, if the kid screws up, then I’ll just have to kick his ass.”

Though the next time they cross paths his heart leaps up into his throat when he hears Nero’s desperate anguished cry for Credo. It’s a familiar sound as he knows he made a similar sound when he lost Vergil, and he finds himself catching Credo out of the air as gently as he’s able.

The Vicar rambles on about how ‘Gloria’ didn’t anticipate a descendant of Sparda’s blood, and his own sings with anger, and now he’s going to distract the Vicar just enough to give Nero a fighting chance.

“Hey Kid! You giving up so soon?”

“My options...are limited…”

Dante scoffs. “So melodramatic.” C’mon, don’t give up Kid... “Besides, if you die without giving my sword back, I’m gonna be pissed!” You’re not beaten yet!

He finds himself taking several steps forward with the want to save him only to blink as Nero gives him the bird and tells him to come and get it. Blinking in disbelief, he stares at the Savior where Nero was, before a smirk pulls at his lips.

“Heh, what a punk…” and a moment later the statue rises into the sky and he finds himself huffing out a laugh at the size of the Savior. “Check it out, it’s got wings!”

The groan and cough behind him causes him to turn to look at Credo, and he knows sadly that there is no coming back from a wound like that, but first, he’s hoping to get some answers.

“Hey. Where’s that thing going? It’s not complete yet is it?” he crouches down near him.

“It is in his heart to save the world from chaos...He will begin by driving it out.”

I see this is another familiar song and dance…

“Now he has what he needs. Yamato.”

Dante sighs as he looks from Trish back to Credo as he tells him what they want to use the sword for. How the Vicar wants to use the Yamato to open the Hell Gate, the real Hell Gate that lies dormant beneath the city, and Dante finds himself looking up at Trish.

“I think you...the son of the Dark Knight Sparda...are the only one that can stop the Savior now…Dante...”

Sighing a little through his nose as Trish starts to tease him about his reputation, he looks up at the Savior with his hands on his hips and huffs.

“Looks that way…” and he turns to look as Credo struggles to get to his feet, pain and loss all over his face and Dante’s heart goes out to the guy. He understands that he never wanted his sibling involved in any of this. He understands what it feels like to lose your family.

“Please… honor one last request…” Credo pants softly, groanings between words. “Save them. Kyrie and…Nero…” he moves to step forward as if he means to chase them when his body gives out.

Dante gently reaches out to place his hand on his chest to stop him, only to sigh and slowly sink down to his knee as Credo’s body dissipates. Instead of it being an energy that he’s used to, that colorless sort of dark matter, this glows warm and floats up into the sky. He feels a sudden sense of loss, and a twist of anger in his gut as he stares at his hand.

“I’ll do it…” he growls as he takes a deep breath and his tone changes as he gets to his feet. “I wouldn’t want to deny anyone their dying request.”

“I’ll sweep the city and evacuate the people.”

“Hey! Is this your way of ditching and dumping this mess on—”

“You wanna switch?”

When Trish rounds on him he stands there, his mouth agape at the look she gives him and he lifts his hands in submission. He knows that she really can tell how angry he is at this whole thing. Because no one else, family or not, should have to go through what he and his brother had.

“It’s cool!” Dante finally relents as he turns to leave. “Let’s stick to the plan.”

He goes after Devil Arms, and hell gates, and when he uses the Yamato to split a hell gate in two he knows it won’t be long before the Savior is focused on him.

“You get it back?”

Dante lifts the Yamato up, showing Trish the blade.

“That’s one sword....” he sighs and sounds almost weary.

“And one to go.”

With the Savior now looming closer he scowls, he knows that Nero is still in there somewhere, he can feel him, but he can’t tell exactly where the kid is and despite wanting to use the Yamato to destroy it he knows if he does, he’ll lose Nero in the process.

He can’t lose him too.

He can’t.

He has Trish go after the others, asking her to make sure they are safe as he starts off after the Savior, and he loses himself in the fight. It isn’t long before he sinks the Yamato deep into its chest, then calls for Nero.

“Time to wake up Kid! You’re missing out on all the fun!” and when he can’t feel him for a brief moment, his heart stops.

“Nero!”

Ah! There you are. Shit. Don’t scare a guy like that.

“Do what you gotta do kid, cause I’m about to send this guy on a one way trip to Hell!”

A fight with something so large is more annoying than anything, and he can feel Nero growing stronger with each swing of the Rebellion, almost as if he is empowering each step that Kid is making. He finds himself smirking a moment later when he realizes that the fight is over as he watches Nero land on his feet, with Kyrie in his arms.

“Took your time.”

“What, you looking for an apology?”

With a smirk he turns to face him and gestures with a flourish. “Well, how long am I going to have to wait for it?”

Only to scowl when the Savior moves again.

Dante turns to finish it off when Nero prevents him from doing so by passing him the sword of Sparda. With a smirk he stands there, keeping a simple vigil over Kyrie as his blood sings again with familiarity as Nero’s devil side awakens further and he watches with amusement as this kid crushes the Savior’s skull.

“I guess I should thank you…”

When Nero walks up to him again with the Yamato in hand he feels the want to protect ebb a little as he turns to face him.

“But that would be out of character,” Dante smirks. “Maybe you should just throw an insult my way instead.”

“Yeah, that sounds better, but still, I owe ya.”

Dante finds himself wanting to tell him about his Father, his family, of how damned proud of him they all would be, but the words die in his throat, and with a bit of a smile, he tries to act nonchalant.

“Ah, don’t sweat it, I had my reasons for helping.” with a gentle pat on Nero’s shoulder he starts to leave. “Take care of yourself.”

“Wait, you forgot this.”

He pauses and turns to face him with a slight smile. “Keep it.”

“What? I thought this meant a lot to you..?”

“Well, that’s the only type of gift worth giving.” Dante’s voice grows soft and fond. “I want to entrust it to you, so I am.”

Your father would want you to have it.

Before he gets too emotional he becomes aloof and takes a step back from him with a grin.“What you do from here, is your call.” He turns to leave.

There’s still demons on the loose in Fortuna; he can’t just leave them to run amok after all.

“Hey Dante? Will we meet again…?”

With a gentle wave over his shoulder as he heads back toward the city to catch up with Trish, he knows that he won’t be letting Nero out of his sight for too long. Not just because he knows he has a thing or three to teach this kid about hunting devils, but because you stick with family, no matter what.

“Don’t worry, Kid,” he mumbles under his breath. “Your Uncle Dante will watch out for ya...”

#Meraki #Dante Sparda #DMC Dante #Nero Sparda #DMC Nero #TW Blood #TW Injury #Dante Zine #DMC Fanzine #Jackpot a Dante Fanzine #Uncle Dante

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ridiasfangirlings · 3 years

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Ridias-sama! I love your blog a lot and I have been following it for quite a while now! Thank you so much for spreading the love for K (especially Fushimi 😁)

Anyway, how about The Phantom of the Opera AU (2004 film version) where:

- Nagare (Erik, the Phantom who fell in love with the female protagonist)

- Fem!Shiro (Christine Daaé, female protagonist where the Phantom and Viscount both fell in love with her)

- Kuroh (Viscount Raoul de Chagny, fell in love with the female protagonist and her soon-to-be fiancée)

- Iwa-san (Male version of Madame Giry who saved the Phantom since young)

- Colorless (Carlotta Giudicelli who is jealous of Christine and got sabotaged to cancel her performance by the Phantom so Christine could lead)

Once again! Sorry for the hassle and the many info you received 😓

And thank you Ridia-sama for also giving love for K and more Fushimi! Stay safe always and we the K community will always love you! 🧡♥️💙💚💜💛

Somehow it's hard to imagine Shiro as a beautiful opera singer XD Hisui living in the sewers on the other hand is perfectly in character for him. Imagine he's been obsessed with Shiro ever since hearing her sing and he believes that the two of them are fated to meet, they are similar in many ways and he believes that together they can create the strongest opera. Shiro's got like a bit of amnesia after her twin sister died and is living at the opera with her pet cat Neko, where she mostly sings in the background (except her true identity is actually one of the founders of the opera house and no one realizes it). Colorless meanwhile is the total diva singer who mostly just mimics other people's voices in order to get ahead, however one evening Colorless is unable to sing and so Shiro gets the role instead. Her singing draws the attention of rich viscount Kuroh, who recognizes Shiro as like his childhood friend that he met when he was living with Master Ichigen.

After the performance Kuroh goes to see Shiro and they talk a little, Kuroh feels Shiro must have matured if she's able to sing a main role in the opera. Shiro figures her secret teacher has been a help in that and Kuroh thinks she's just being flighty or making jokes like usual, not realizing that phantom Hisui is glaring at him from the other side of the mirror. As soon as Kuroh's gone Hisui lures Shiro into his secret batcave where he sings to her all hypnotically, meanwhile no one at the opera knows that she's missing because Iwafune is keeping everyone away (Iwafune secretly saved Hisui as a child and raised him in the deepest basement, and is totally supportive that his kid has found a love interest even if kidnapping girls and leading them into secret underground dungeons is possibly not the most healthy way of handling relationships).

Eventually Hisui allows Shiro to leave and Shiro tells everyone she was kidnapped by the angel of music, who was actually a weird guy in a straitjacket. People still doubt her until the theater manager Kokujouji receives a letter from the 'phantom,' who intends for Shiro to be the star of the new opera he's written. Kuroh meanwhile is worried about this suspicious guy who lives underneath the opera and now he and Hisui have this whole love rivalry thing going on over Shiro, who's mostly kinda oblivious about the whole thing and mostly just wants to sing and hang out with her cat.

#Talking K #I don't know if this would be HisuiShiro or KurohShiro #I mean going with how the musical ends up #but then if we mix in K canon does Shiro like destroy Hisui's singing ability or something #and Hisui is still cool with that bc he's always been interested in Shiro #and will take any attention he can get #maybe you should have raised your child more normally Iwa-san

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years

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Prompt 2: Explosions

(Day 2 for @whumptober2019 - prompt: Explosions - this story wants to go its own way so those of you who have read the fanfic version will probably still see new things from here)

“Put the gun down,” Abraham Denner says in a low, quiet voice, almost soothing. This is the first time Daniel has ever seen Nathan’s ex, and he doesn’t look all that scary; muscle-y, sure, but his face is almost girlishly pretty and he has wavy white-blonde hair. It’s his eyes, though, that scare Daniel first

They’re not exactly blue, more like chips of colorless ice, and that strange reptile gaze is focused right on him.

“Fuck you,” Daniel spits at him, because he doesn’t get to take Nathan back. He doesn’t know a lot about what Nathan had lived through, only that he’d escaped this asshole once, and the motherfucker couldn’t take him if Daniel shot him, could he?

The thing was, he’d done all the training and gone to the range and everything, but he’s never had to shoot a real live person before. He hesitates, just a half-second too long.

Abraham Denner grabs the gun right out of his hand before he can pull the trigger.

Daniel has seen people pistol-whipped in movies a hundred times, action heroes who take it with a flinch or get a cut on their foreheads or who shake themselves off and get back up. Guys that make a quip, or a joke about it, or maybe they get a headache but it’s gone by the next scene, when it needs to be gone.

When it happens to him - when Abraham Denner pulls back his arm and simply slams Daniel’s own gun against the side of his head - it doesn’t feel anything like it looks in the movies. Instead, he throws his hands up defensively but it’s not enough, he moves too slow, and the crack of metal against his temple makes the world light up in a bright white explosion.

The explosion, the light, is first - the pain a heartbeat after it, like the burst of air after a building implodes, only the building is his brain and by the time Daniel hits the ground, Abraham already has his arm back to h it him again.

“You got a mouth on you,” The man that his friend (boyfriend? what were he and Nate to each other, anyway?) had run away from, had spent nearly a year fearing and buying new phones and only taking short-term jobs to avoid, that man is the one staring down at him now.

Daniel blinks, vision blurry, as Nathan’s fucked-up ex smiles.

“Don’t worry,” The man says, and something’s off about his tone, it’s sickly-sweet, not the way you speak to other people. There’s something wrong about it, but before Daniel can think it through there’s a boot in his ribs and something snaps. He huffs out a breath, trying to breathe but there’s pain and he can’t get enough air. He gasps and chokes on nothing at all. “You’re going to learn to control that mouth, sweetheart, soon enough.”

“A-Abraham, ss-s-sstop, stop it!” Nathan’s voice, and Daniel tries to move towards him, thinking no, don’t, why did you run after me, you should have stayed in your apartment, you’d be safe but Abraham hits him with the gun again and he collapses, boneless and wheezing against the pain in his side, onto the ground.

“Glad you came by,” Abraham says as Nathan runs up, and he stops - Nathan stops and just stands there, staring, staring at the red smeared across the metal in his hand. “I was going to shoot him, but since you like him so much… We’re going to take a little drive now, darling. I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Nathan’s eyes are fixed on the gun, and he swallows, hard, and slowly nods. “O-of course I m-m-mi… missed you,” He stammers, and Daniel thinks in a foggy sort of way about how Nate told him once he never stammered before he met Abe.

Daniel groans, rolling onto his back - or trying to, anyway, and he can taste blood in his mouth, coppery and salt-sweet and warm. There’s another blow, another bright white light, fireworks around him bursting in sparks and light and it hurts, it hurts so much.

“We’re going to renew our relationship,” Abraham says carefully, thoughtfully. “We’ve had a rough patch, Nate, but we’re going to fix that, aren’t we? We’ll fix it, we’ll smooth things out, but if you’re interested in skinny little twigs like this… well.” There’s a hand in his hair, suddenly, yanking hard to pull his head back and Daniel hisses at the pain of it, trying to spit out a curse but all that comes from his mouth is more blood.

Somewhere in the back of all the explosions and the pain he can hear Nathan begging, begging Abraham not to kill him, promising and swearing to go with him willingly this time, to stay forever.

He hears Abraham’s voice, sweet and loving, as he says, “Oh, it’s going to be forever anyway, dollface, but I think you could use some incentive not to stray again,” and then he hits him again and he’s not sure what they say after that, it’s all pain now, all pain and sparks in the darkness.

The explosions stop, but they are replaced by the feeling of cold arms that carry him like a child after a nightmare, his head resting in the crook of someone’s neck, the taste of blood in his mouth and the sound of Nathan’s voice, low and stammering, and the deep rumble of the voice of the man carrying him.

At some point he passes out, but he only knows that because he wakes up in the trunk of a moving car with his arms tied behind his back so hard his shoulders already ache, his ankles tied together, and he can hear some kind of muffled death metal blaring from the front part of the car. He tries to move, but every single shift hurts his ribs and makes him feel so nauseous he’s swallowing back bile, fighting not to throw up on himself.

Then the car hits a hard bump in the road and Daniel screams in pain at the explosions in his head, it hurts so much, and then the firework are gone and Daniel’s world goes black.

#whumptober2019 #no.2 #prompt: explosions #tw: blood #tw: physical violence #daniel michaelson's story #whump #violent whumper #defiant whumpee #I mean at first #prior whumpee #whumptober #whumptober day 2 #why not whump honestly #it's a natural progression of my obsession with angst right #whump writing #whumpblr #whumptober 2019

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terror-that-flaps-in-the-evening · 5 years

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The first time Launchpad had to go out on an adventure with Mr. McDuck and the kids after he and Drake started dating, he left Drake a coloring book and asked him to do his daily colorings for him. Drake had really done his best before that to shrug his shoulders and say, “Oh, yeah, I’ll be fine here alone.” He’d been so nonchalant about it - telling everyone who asked that yea, he’d miss his boyfriend, but he’d be fine. He wouldn’t worry.

The coloring book was the straw the broke the camel’s back, however. Drake, despite telling everyone who asked him that, no, of course he wasn’t going to cry when Launchpad went out of town indefinitely on one of Mr. McDuck’s crazy, life-threatening, potentially world-ending adventures. He was a grown adult, and he could handle being alone for a few days, weeks, months, whatever it took.

He was a grown adult who was trusted by his boyfriend with his coloring book for the duration of an indefinite trip. Drake knew that Launchpad loved relaxing at the end of the day by scribbling away at the pictures inside - he knew the weight that was being handed to him in between the covers of such a simple and childish gesture.

So, yeah, Drake Mallard was a little bit of a sobbing mess the first time his boyfriend left home to go out on an adventure with his other family. For an hour after Launchpad left, Drake lay curled up on the floor in his living room, clutching at the coloring book that was left to him and wishing that he could call Launchpad.

He was pretty sure there was some sort of rule on airplanes that all cell-phones had to be turned off, though. At least on the commercial flights he’d taken. He wasn’t entirely sure if Della and Launchpad followed those same customs, but he certainly wasn’t going to endanger quite literally everyone he really knew just for a phone call to a duck that had only been gone for an hour.

Drake wasn’t completely useless, however. So, after only a few hours of moping about, Drake managed to drag himself off the floor and into the kitchen, where he promptly started tearing up again as he realized that he was making himself a dinner for one. Sure, he’d gotten a lot of his cooking out of his system when he was meal-prepping for Launchpad, the kids, Mr. McDuck, and Mr. McDuck’s niece and nephew, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still have it in his heart that he should be cooking for at the very least himself and his boyfriend.

Drake ended up making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and practically throwing himself in one of the dining room chairs - which gave a dangerous creak from the force of which he plopped down. New dining room furniture, he noted, was something he needed to work on once S.H.U.S.H. started paying him…

Once he had devoured his childish dinner, he realized that he had a much more childish task to attend to. Drake flipped open the coloring book, tracing the crayon lines that had already been colored in by his boyfriend with his fingers, letting his mind drift to all the times that they’d been laying on the couch together, watching Darkwing Duck while Launchpad scribbled away.

He flipped through the pages slowly, admiring each and every page, despite the ultimate simplicity that the nature of the activity dictated. It wasn’t until he got to the first uncolored page that his heart dropped out of his chest once again as a piece of paper floated down out of the coloring book. He picked it up and read,

“Heya, Drake! This is Launchpad, obviously. I am writing here as instructions. You have to follow them. That’s the rules. They’re easy, because I don’t like hard games. Just color for me, like I said before I left (Thanks past Launchpad!). Then after you color, you get another paper. From me. Launchpad. Get coloring!”

The note was written in crayon, with alternating colors featuring some of their favorites and some random splashes of color. There were little scribbles and doodles all around the note, some of which looked vaguely like hearts that had been half scribbled out, then redone. A few of the longer words had a few crossed out versions in front of them, but no matter because in Drake’s heart, it was the world’s best piece of literature. Drake took the note over to the fridge, placing a Darkwing Duck magnet over it to hold it in place.

As childish as he felt doing it, Drake grabbed Launchpad’s box of crayons, curiously labeled “Launchpad’s! Do not eat!” Drake made a mental note to ask Launchpad if someone else had tried to eat his crayons before. Drake picked out a plum purple and began to darkly color the outline of the train that was sprawled out on the page in front of him. Once he’d finished his dark outline, he lightly colored in the body with varying shades of purple, creating what he’d call a work of art compared to Launchpad’s wild scribbles - not that he disliked the fact that Launchpad just went wild on the page with the pack of crayons. It was cathartic to watch his boyfriend do, and it was comforting to have that piece of him here now that he was out in the air somewhere, on the way to adventure.

The first day after Launchpad left, Drake went to the coloring book as soon as he woke up, very tempted to unfold the note that lay on the next page (Labeled, “No peeking!”) before he finished the coloring of the lion that lay on that page, but Drake knew that Launchpad’s first question would be whether or not he followed the rules, so he managed to hold back his eagerness to hear from his boyfriend.

Once he finally finished coloring the lion with an unfortunate thorn in its paw (Drake had added the splinter and a tear to the drawing - for dramatic effect!), Drake eagerly slipped his finger under the fold in the paper and flipped it open.

“Day one of no Launchpad. You must be sad. I know I am. In between being scared for my life, that is! Adventures are crazy. I am probably being very brave right now. You are probably being very brave too - being Darkwing alone. I am going to buy you a sooveneer.”

Drake made a mental note to tell Launchpad how to spell souvenir. He also made a mental note to tell Launchpad just how much this entire thing meant to him. It felt like he might not be entirely alone, what with Launchpad’s good natured-ness still there to envelop his heart in warmth. Reading the note, he could hear his boyfriend’s voice echoing through his head, and he could practically picture him laying on the floor in the McDuck manor garage, tongue stuck half out as he scribbled away notes and carefully folded them into little origami triangles to hide in the coloring book.

Each day only made Drake appreciate the gesture more and more. On day three (After coloring a picture of a pond full of fish, to which Drake drew in a shark), the letter read, “Things are probably getting rough on my end. I say they’ve gotten in three arguments by now! I’ll keep count and we can see when I get home! Have you caught any good bad guys? By good, I mean bad. By bad I mean extra bad. Extra bad-baddies. The mean kind. Answer here _______________. Tell me about it when I’m home.”

Drake scribbled away his answer in the small space provided, telling a story about a particularly rude villain that he arrested - he had gotten called a creepy cosplayer while he was in the process of tying up the guy. Drake drew a little picture of him, taking the liberty of adding devil horns. He made sure to leave the picture colorless, so Launchpad had something to do when he got back. Drake added the note and his own addition to his fridge collection. Another day closer to having his boyfriend back.

Day four was a coloring sheet of a small duck strumming away at a guitar. Drake wrote the notes for the Darkwing Duck intro above the guitar and drew a little smiley face. “Let’s Get Dangerous,” he wrote above the picture after he finished coloring it, proud of his handiwork for the day. He’d earned the next note.

“Heya! It’s LP again. I’d hope you know that by now. Today is a scavenger hunt. Or, sort of. Just go to the bedroom, and go under the bed. Or, look under the bed. There is a box that says, ‘Launchpad’s Do not Eat,’ on it. It has something for you. Miss you.”

Drake resisted the urge to run to the room immediately - instead he took the time to pin up the note alongside the first three. By the time he made it to the bedroom and dug the little shoebox out, he was shaking with anticipation. He opened the lid, and his jaw dropped. Within the shoe box was one of the few pieces of Darkwing Duck memorabilia that he had not managed to obtain yet - the classic Darkwing Duck slippers that went for hundreds online. Drake felt himself tearing up again as he put his feet into the cute little cartoony versions of his childhood hero.

On day five, Drake woke up with his entire body aching from the fight with a few of the Beagle Boys he’d had the night before. Usually when they woke up after a rough fight, Launchpad would massage his back for a while, he’d massage Launchpad’s back, and then they’d make breakfast together. Instead, he hobbled out of bed and made himself some toast. He immediately got to coloring, eager to see what awaited inside. He took his time filling the drawing of two ducks riding a tandem bicycle, trying to add features to the two to make them look more like him and Launchpad. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, so he ended up just labeling them in the end. He eagerly unfolded that day’s note, ready to hear it sounding out to him in his boyfriend’s voice in his brain.

“LP here! Mr. McDee said it’d only take a little bit, so maybe I’ll be home soon. Here’s a Hamburger Hippo coupon I saved for you. Get yourself dinner! I miss you. Or, I will miss you. I am Launchpad from the past. OooooOOOooooOoooo, spooky!”

The entire letter was surrounded in drawings of clocks and little ghosts. There were also a few of what Drake could only assume were supposed to be ghost clocks. Drake’s fridge was starting to look more like an art museum than a fridge, but he wasn’t complaining. Each time he saw the letters that peppered his fridge, his heart started fluttering all over again. He couldn’t wait to see Launchpad again - the second his boyfriend came knocking on his door, he’d get attacked with the full force of a flying, climbing, scaling hug that would no doubt end up with Drake clinging to Launchpad for hours.

Day six was laundry day. Usually they’d end up having a sock fight when they were trying to fold the clothes. Instead, Drake folded the clothes in record time with a sagging heart. His heart fell even further when he saw the coloring scene he had for the day - it was a sock. Who puts a sock in a coloring book? Drake made a mental note to look up who in the world designated the drawings that went into this coloring book so he could have a word with them. Once he finished, he eagerly grabbed the note that was stuck in that page, unfolding it to see,

“Laundry day. I probably need laundry day. Jungles don’t have washing machines. Fun fact. From Launchpad. Your boyfriend. I will throw a sock to say I miss you. In the future, not now. I am past Launchpad. Throw a sock for me too. Miss you,” Drake grabbed one of the pairs of socks he’d just folded, ripped the two socks from each other, and hurled one of them as far as he could. Somehow, it landed on top of the fridge. At least when he would have to ask Launchpad to get it down, he’d have proof that he was following the rules… Drake pinned the note up on the fridge, and continued on with his day.

Day seven. A week had passed. Drake found it hard to believe that he hadn’t heard Launchpad for a week. He hadn’t seen him for a week. He saved the coloring and note for that day until right before bed - wanting to cherish each second that he could of looking forward to it. As he was coloring away at the picture of the day - a monkey hanging from a tree (Drake was adding bananas to make it more fun), he heard a knock at the door.

Drake thought he must be hearing things - no way was Launchpad back so soon! He carefully closed the coloring book and lay it on his bed, somehow managing to fight the urge to just toss it and sprint to the door. He felt his legs turning to jelly as he walked to the door, wearing the slippers that his amazing boyfriend had somehow acquired for him.

Drake just knew that the moment he opened the door, it would turn out to be the mailman, someone who had the wrong door, an assassin sent to kill him, anyone but --

He swung the door open and felt his heart stop. There he was. Launchpad McQuack, in the flesh. Drake ran full force into the mountain of a man, who immediately picked him up to swing him around. “Don’t ever leave again,” Drake mumbled through his tears into Launchpad’s chest. He took in the scent of the man - how he’d missed that strange combination of baby shampoo, oil, leather, mustard, and a slight cologne-y smell.

“I missed you,” Launchpad squeezed the air out of Drake’s lungs, but it wasn’t something Drake was going to complain about - on the contrary. He didn’t want this hug to ever end, because it felt like the second the hug was over he might lose his boyfriend to adventure again. He couldn’t let that happen again, he loved every second he had with Launchpad. He--

“Launchpad?” Drake pulled his head back just enough to give his boyfriend a quick peck before burying his face in Launchpad’s chest and saying, “I’m in love with you.”

Maybe it wasn’t quite the opportune time for his first confession of love, but damn if it didn’t feel right. He felt Launchpad’s hug increase in power to a dangerous, spine-cracking level, and he felt like he was hugging just as hard back.

“I love you too, Drake,” Launchpad said, with tears in his eyes, “I love you so much.”

“I hope you know that you’re bringing me along on your next adventure,” Drake said, nuzzling into Launchpad’s chest. “I mean, what adventure wouldn’t benefit from famed superhero Darkwing Duck. And what day wouldn’t be better with the man I love?” Drake felt his heart skip a beat as he said those magical words again. Who knew that seven days without the man he loved would really awaken the awareness of that love in him?

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rhapsodic-euphoria · 6 years

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Aren’t You Curious?

↳Masterlist

↓Suga x reader

⇒Soulmate au

⇄A/N: I was writing this when the English version of ‘Regular’ by NCT 127 came out. I was so shook is accidentally deleted this so I had to restart. But, I’m okay (i think) right now.

Hope you enjoy~

You seriously hated everyone. Most people would think that you secretly enjoyed people’s company. But, no. You really really hated people.

Of course, they were loud, and obnoxious. And most had egos bigger than 5 times the size of them. But the thing you hated the most about them is their mark.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you must live under a rock.

You huffed as you traced the intricate lines on your left forearm. You were fascinated by how the lines and designs looked like music staffs and noted. But you frowned at the dark, dull color it was in.

You really hated people because of their bright, colorful marks on their forearms. Signaling that they have met their soulmate. Most people meet their soulmate in college, the really lucky ones meet them before.

You, being a 24 year-old, always hid your dull mark. Embarrassed, that you have’t found that ‘blissful’ love yet.

Your closest friend was the only one who knew. Yuji, met her soulmate at the humble age of 17, when she was walking in a park. She miraculously bumped into her soulmate, with matching marks.

She constantly asked you the same question over and over again. “Aren’t you curious? Who your soulmate is?”

You shook your head, you could practically hear her saying that in the empty room.

Your 7:00 am alarm vibrated angrily. As you stopped it, you began your typical morning routine.

As you got ready for work, you sighed, pulling down the black sleeve to cover up your colorless mark.

You were happier at work. Glad for the constant distraction. You worked at a popular small cafe. The coffee and food was delicious, and cheap for its quality.

Your wistful smile died down as you realized your long lunch break was coming around the corner.

“Still don’t have it?” Yuji always came into the store, minutes before your break started.

You just started at her. As if she actually asked that question.

“Well, maybe if you actually went out and dated people, you might find him.” She put a hand on her hip.

“Just buy me lunch and go.” You demanded, putting on your prized, sukajan jacket.

“Okay.” Yuji hummed.

After eating your usual order of lunch at the deli nearby, you happily came back to your home-y workplace.

“Hey, what’s he doing over there.” You pointed at the man who sat down in the corner of the shop. Not ordering anything, just sitting and listening to what ever type of music came from his black headphones.

“Dunno, he’s been here since your lunch break.” Your co-worker said, shrugging.

You gave the man a once-over, noting that he also had a black long-sleeved shirt on, hiding his mark. You wondered if he was the same as you.

You shrugged.

Ever since that day, the man kept coming in the cafe. Never ordering anything, always in the same place at the same time. Although, some times he would bring a worn-down journal with him, writing something down there.

“Why don’t you ask?” You co-worker nodded at him.

“W-What?” You thought she heard what you were thinking.

“What he wants to order.” She deadpanned.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” You gave an awkward smile as you walked over to him.

You stood in front of him for a few minutes before you decided to tap his shoulder to get his attention.

As you tapped him with your left hand, it was like time had stopped. Apparently, he thought the same because both of you locked eyes, you hand not leaving his shoulder.

“U-uh. What would you like to order?” You flinched as a spark of electricity passed through the hand you tapped him with, when you removed your hand.

“O-oh. Just an Americano.” He said, dumb-struck.

“What size?”

“Medium.”

“Name?” You asked.

“M-Min Yoongi.” He replied.

“Uh. Ok.” You awkwardly left, heading over to make his coffee.

You were fascinated. You wondered about the weird feelings that came over you. You shook your head. Now isn’t the time, you thought.

After you finished with his drink, you decided to hand it. Only because he put his headphones on, you reassured yourself.

Instead of tapping him, you waved a hand in front of his face, startling him. “Here’s you drink.” You smiled warmly, putting the drink on the table.

“Thanks.” He replied, giving you a warm gummy smile. You think you almost fainted at the sight of that.

“You should smile more.” You blurted out, even surprising yourself.

“You should talk to me more.” He grinned.

“Deal.” You said, putting your hand out for him to shake it.

As he shook it, the same electric feeling went up your spine. A you shuddered in delight, you smiled again.

Even as you saw him leave and smile at you once more, your smile never left.

When you locked the door of your apartment, you sighed in delight. “This must be what a love sick teenager feels like.” You murmured, taking out some left-overs.

While your ‘dinner’ was heating up, you changed out of your uncomfortable work clothes, and into your pajamas.

As you put on a loose t-shirt you noticed a blue hue on your mark. Confused, you looked at it closely.

The marks on your left arm were more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined. They were a deep, yet warm, blue hue. The marks that wrapped around your arm seemed to look more like liquid, than solid music notes and staffs.

You scavenged through your memory, remembering your and Yoongi’s interaction before.

You traced the blue lines, wondering if that mysterious man was your soulmate.

You were confused. You didn’t know what to do.

Should you go back to the shop? No, he’s probably at home.

Eat dinner? But, that seems a bit out of place since you just found your soulmate.

You decided on telling Yuji about what happened.

“WHAT?!?! YOU MET HIM?!?! I’M COMING OVER!” You cringed at her loud voice.

“No, it’s fine I ju-” The slamming of your front door interrupted you.

“SHOW ME!” You were completely convinced that giving your best friend a spare key, was not a good idea.

As she almost ripped your arm out, she observed the blue color and markings.

“The blue color must tell what type of personality he has.” Yuji mused, tracing the marks.

“What? How do you know that?” You asked.

Yuji showed her own mark to you. Her’s a bright yellow, and her marks looked like the sun and it’s rays.

You nodded. It made sense, her soulmate, Hoseok, was the epitome of a sunshine personality.

“It must mean that your soulmate probably has a darker personality.” She mused. “Sex should be good.”

“What?” You coughed out, choking on your own spit.

“What? I’m just saying.” She shrugged.

You gently pulled your arm away from her. “I’m just going to eat some dinner and sleep. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” You took out your dinner and some utensils, ready to eat.

“Aren’t you curious, though?” Yuji asked.

“What do you mean?” You said after swallowing a bite.

“You basically don’t know anything about him except his name.” She pointed out.

“Exactly. I’ll deal with it later.” You said, shoving another big bite.

“Well, looks like my job’s done.” Yuji said, clapping her hands.

“Not like you had a job in the first place.” You mumbled.

“What?” She accused, in the middle of opening your front door.

“Nothing, see you.” You waved, not wanting to deal with her.

“Tell me how it goes.” She waved as she lock your door behind you.

You sighed, putting you plate in the sink. You quickly brushed your teeth and laid on your bed.

Am I curious?

You had to wake up a bit earlier than usual, having to open up the cafe. You whistled a random song as you turned the corner to the cafe.

You stood there, stunned. There he was, Min Yoongi. Sleeping at the door of the cafe you worked at.

“Hello?” You tried to shake him awake. Key word: tried.

After minutes of shaking him, yelling at him, and shoving him, trying to get him to wake up, you sighed. You wondered if he was dead.

After checking his pulse, you were sure that he was in a coma.

You sat down in front of him. Observing his features. He wasn’t the most handsome man, but he was far from ugly. You touched his dark hair, marveling on how soft it was.

On impulse, you leaned down. Looking at his lips, you wondered how they felt like. You pressed your lips to his. His slightly chapped lips felt as soft as they looked.

As you lead back, opening up your eyes, you were face to face to an awake Yoongi.

“Well, that’s one way to wake someone up.” You mumbled.

“Do you do that to everyone?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Hmm. Only to my soulmate.” You smiled.

He returned your smile with your favorite gummy smile. “Wow. I wonder who your soulmate is.” In fake wonder.

“Hmm. Maybe this cute guy in front of me.” You giggled.

“Maybe. Wanna check?” He asked, pulling up his right sleeve. You did the same, only with your left sleeve.

As you both lined up your arms, you felt whole. He had almost the identical markings, only his marks were colored a lighter blue than yours.

“Wow. Hello, future Mrs. Min.” He said, tracing your marks.

“Heh. I barely know you.” You chuckled, mirroring his movements.

“So you are curious.”

#soulmate au #min yoongi #suga #bts #bts x reader #bts fanfction #x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi x reader #soulmate

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GM Diet Guide||How Lose Weight ||Best Diet To Lose Weight

Welcome to the 21st century, where modern man has perfected the art of "Fast Food". It may not be completely true, but thanks to the era of the "Global Village", there is hardly any cuisine left in the work, which has not been the victim of this trend. It certainly is the need of the hour in the fast paced world, where so many people no longer have the time or patience to cook healthy food at home. It is ironic how the very population on whose shoulders the world economies are being built, are on the unhealthiest diets in the world.

Thanks to these realities, a considerable portion of this population is suffering from diseases like high cholesterol, diabetes, high blood pressure etc. These are nothing but the direct results of these unhealthy food habits and lazy lifestyles. The youthful population is willing to work itself to death in today's day and age of competition, not realizing that they can do more with a healthy body. High Cholesterol is just the beginning. It can lead to severe heart-related ailments resulting in a shorter lifespan.

It is about time, that people should pay attention to this horror and address it by changing their lifestyle. In order to combat these modern evils, there are two major steps that should be taken. Firstly, change your diet. If you are what you eat, then you should only eat the good stuff. As a youngster, you should look to be ripped and always be ready for swimsuit season. To achieve this goal, you need to plan a step by step plan to measure your progress. Try to eat more raw foods like fruits and salads. You may even want to consider looking into the GM diet. You can try out this week-long plan once every month. It is excellent for detoxifying your body helps to lose up to 5-7 kilograms or 12-14 pounds in a week. Keeping weight in check is a great to fight high cholesterol.

Secondly, start dragging your rear end to the gym. It is unacceptable that a girl or a guy in their twenty's or thirty's being out of shape. There is no simply no excuse. Exercising should be part of your daily routine. Regular exercise boosts your metabolism and overall wellness. High Cholesterol levels are no match for a healthy lifestyle. Carve out at least an hour of light workout every day, and rest on Sunday.

Remember, the future of the human race depends on the youth of the world. So always keep this in mind, that when you do make it big, you better look like a million bucks as well.

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You may love it or you may hate it, but I am very sure, if you are seeking for weight-loss methods, you can never ignore it. General Motors Diet or popularly known GM Diet, ranks highest in the most-sought diet charts. Surprisingly, I have yet not found any information about GM Diet on any of the official sites of General Motors (update me if I have missed any).

Various sites, blogs and forums have discussed about GM diet, but in a scattered manner. My primary intention behind this post is to represent various facets of this diet plan and to give a comprehensive overview, based on the experiences of my own as well as of my friends.

BACKGROUND:

This diet plan was introduced at a general meeting of General Motors Corp. on 15th August 1985, initially intended for the use of the employees of General Motors company, to facilitate wellness and fitness. It was granted by the United States Agricultural Department and the FDA, further tested by the Johns Hopkins Research Centre.

It was designed as a 'De-toxification diet program', to improve ones metabolism through its cleansing systemic effects, reflected by an improved disposition and a feeling of well being. As an end-result, a weight loss of 4-6 kgs was expected within the program-week.

THE PLAN:

Here is the day-wise diet plan and its dietary significance. I have added few things from my experience and experiments, which worked.

Day 1:

Fruits of any kind (except bananas) in any quantity. The most preferred fruits are the melons and cantaloupes, due to their high water content. In addition, you should drink at least 10 glasses of water.

By eating fruits, you are preparing your system for the upcoming program. Fresh fruits are nature's perfect food, providing all essential elements needed to sustain life. Fruits are also a good source of antioxidants and are fiber-rich. Fruits are also considered as a negative-calorie food, thus burning more calories for its digestion than those provided.

Believe me, I have done GM diet twice and have found this day the most difficult one. Firstly because of the sweetish taste of all fruits, and further due to an intense craving for bread or spices, that one develops towards the end of the day. The solution for this is the Soup to break the monotony of the fruity taste.

Day 2:

The day can start with a large baked potato with one pat of butter for breakfast. It definitely fills you with complex carbohydrates to start your day after the first sweety-fruity day.

For the rest of the day, you should eat all sorts of vegetables of your choice, raw or cooked. Vegetables have very less calories, high in nutrients and fiber. There is no limit on the amount. This should be added with drinking at least 10 glasses of water.

One can also mash a baked potato, add some onion & curd, and spice it up with chaat masala & red chilli powder and pinch of salt.

Day 3:

This day consists of a combination of fruits and vegetables of your choice, except banana & potato. In addition, you should drink at least 10 glasses of water. Potato is avoided on this day since the carbohydrates are available from the fruits that you eat.

One can do varieties of salads mixed with fruit slices. If you take more cucumber and melons, it's more likely to lose weight than any other vegetables or fruits. Adding a curd to vegetable salad, in a 'raita' form will make it more palatable towards the evening, when it gets monotonous.

Day 4:

A day when you can eat nothing but eight bananas coupled with three glasses of milk. It is not mandatory to eat 8 bananas; you can have less as well. In fact, you might feel satisfied within 4-5 bananas within the whole day. This is the day when you can clearly feel your food-craving diminishing significantly. It feels divine, to get over your 'desires'. Do not forget to drink at least 10 glasses of water, as always.

Bananas will act as a provider of carbohydrates that is easy to digest, coupled with sodium and potassium reserve.

Day 5:

This is considered as a 'Feast day', where you should eat up to two portions of lean beef (10 oz.) combined with six whole tomatoes - as a source of fiber. On this day, you should increase your daily water intake to at least 14 glasses. This is to cleanse your system of the uric acid getting produced. You will experience colorless urine on this day.

Beef is a source of proteins & iron, and thus an alternative can be paneer (tofu - soya paneer for better results) coupled with mushrooms for the vegetarians. Many people have recommended rice as a replacement to beef, but if one considers the nutritive contents, rice can not be the right surrogate.

Day 6:

Another day with beef and vegetables. Today you can eat any amount of beef combined with cooked or raw vegetables. Keep your daily water intake to 14 glasses. You can add the Soup to add some spice to your day.

Iron and proteins from the beef or paneer-mushroom combination, while fiber and nutrients from the vegetables. Till this time, you must have experienced an energetic feeling and an awareness of the power of natural food items.

Day 7:

The food intake on this day should consist of a bowl of brown rice with fruit juices and any vegetables you want to eat. Drink 14 glasses of water.

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The juices will break the fast (?) providing the essential nutrients along with the vegetable stuffing. The brown rice provides the carbohydrates.

Now you must be at least 4 kgs lighter than day one, yet more energetic and free from the cravings for high-calorie stuff.

The Soup:

The following soup is a modified version of the GM Wonder Soup since it is not possible to get the Lipton Onion soup mix everywhere, as suggested in GM Soup. The modified soup goes parallel to the 'rassam' or 'saaram', served in south India. This soup is allowed to be consumed in large quantities throughout the program. It is intended as a supplement to your diet.

Boil few large-cut onions, tomatoes, cabbage, and celery in water. Add the sambhar masala for the taste. You may also add tomato-puree (but with the skin) instead of tomatoes to make it thicker. One can season it with herbs and flavorings. You may also add: asparagus, peas, corn, cauliflower, green beans or finely chopped mushroom.

General instructions for all days:

You may squeeze a lemon to flavor the water that you drink every day.

No alcohol of any kind since it adds empty calories.

Salt should be used as less as possible.

Use artificial sweetener, in case you can't stay away from the sweet taste.

No fruit juices till day seven.

Black coffee or tea is allowed.

You may repeat the schedule, if you want further weight loss, but it is suggested that you should take a gap of at least two weeks in between two schedules.

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Now the most important part: the doubts, accusations and myths.

"It works just by losing the water content of the body and not actually a fat loss."

a. Firstly, there is no mention of restricting the water intake on any day. How can one lose only water if we are consuming at least 10-14 glasses of water every day, added with the unlimited quantity of soup and the water contained in the melons, fruits and vegetables?

b. It basically acts on the principle of 'negative calorie foods' where you are consuming certain foods that demand more calories to burn themselves than what they provide themselves. High-fiber food stuffs you but doesn't provide the required calories, instead demands more calories to burn themselves, which is derived from the stored energy-deposits.

"Skin gets dry and you may lose your hair during and after the GM diet."

a. At least I have not met anyone in my acquaintance complaining of this, but found this on few blog-posts. The reason can be insufficient amount of water intake and not supplying enough protein sources on specific days.

"It is a temporary loss and you regain all lost weight in couple of weeks."

a. Obviously, if you resume your high-calorie food once again. It is not difficult to lose weight, but to maintain it. Malvika, my wife who is a dietician, always recommends a maintenance diet program after the GM diet schedule as follows:

i. Only liquids in the form of soups, buttermilk or fruit juices for dinner on three consecutive days in a week. This should be followed endlessly, until you want your weight to bounce back.

ii. Drink plenty of water as if you are on GM diet.

iii. Exercise regularly.

"It's just a Crash-diet and a Fad, nothing else!!"

a. First of all, it is not promoted as a weight-loss diet, but a Detox diet that cleanses your system from within. Weight loss is just a by-product of it.

b. Even if one looks at it as a 'crash-diet', it surely will not harm you, but will 'move' your weight in the least period, thus motivating many who tend to leave their regular diet and exercise regimens within first month, for not getting desired results. Once you can 'see' your weight dropping, it boosts your will to try further.

c. As said above, it is futile unless you back it up with a maintenance program. You can not be on GM diet for lifetime, nor you can or should do it every month. Instead use is as an initial-motivator and switch to a liquid-dinner course later.

MY OWN EXPERIENCE:

I myself have done GM diet twice. The first time I was very sincere in following it. Thanks to my wife and my mother, who made all arrangements for the foods on each day. I lost 4 kgs towards the fifth day. I could not lose any further on the last two days and I presume that to the rice I ate, as a substitute to the beef. The lost weight remained there for a month, in spite of not maintaining it actively. I could have lost at least half a kilo more, if I would have stayed away from the rice, which in any case I do not like to eat.

The next time I started it, but had to leave it in between due to some unavoidable circumstances. But had seen significant change in my weight and the energy level for the four days that I followed it.

The most significant gain has been with my lipids coming down to normal. I have had really bad lipid levels for two years and after following GM diet twice, being on statins and taking self-prescribed homeopathic medicines for the same, the latest levels of lipids were perfectly within normal limits. The credit goes to the high-fiber rich GM diet as well.

THE CONCLUSION:

If followed sincerely, GM diet has a definite positive effect of its own on our metabolism. I agree that it is not an end in itself, and one needs to maintain the metabolism by appropriate food habits and exercise regimen. GM diet can not be a 'quick & easy' substitute to 'efforts', but surely can be a booster for those who have never seen their weight going downhill, providing a 'kick-start'.

As Malvika says, 'one should take a diet that s/he can follow for the lifetime...' and that's true! You can never have GM diet for everyday, since there are so many delicacies around to enjoy, but for that we need to have a balanced metabolism, so that we can give them their due justice.

Realistically, about half the population will admit that they are unhappy with their physique. However, losing weight is not as difficult as many would believe. All it takes is willingness to commit and a little bit of effort on your behalf. Okay, honestly, it takes a great deal of effort and dedication, but it is definitely worth it in the end.

We have a special new diet plan to help you lose weight and slim down in just 7 days! This diet plan is the top vegetarian diet to lose weight safely and effectively!

GM Vegetarian Diet

This vegetarian version of the GM Diet Plan consists of vegetables, legumes, fruits and limited starches. In order to prep your body for this diet, you should eliminate alcohol during the diet, as well as few days prior to starting the plan. This is important as alcohol retains water as it increase the uric acid level, which then prevents the body from detoxifying naturally.

Another key factor of The GM Vegetarian Diet is to drink up to eight to 10 glasses of water per day. As you will be greatly cutting back on the number of carbohydrates you would normally consume, water will act as your main source of energy during this time. Not only will it speed up your metabolism, but it will help naturally remove those extra, unwanted pounds.

For those who have tried this plan previously, or who plan to continue beyond the initial seven day period, it is recommended that you give your body a break for two to three days prior to resuming the diet. This will give your body time to adjust to the new level of nutritional consumption and help reduce any stress on your system as well.

Day 1:

Warning: the first day is always the hardest so try to resist any temptations! Today you will be partaking of fruits only. With the exception of bananas, litchi, mango and grapes; you can eat any fruits in any quantity you wish. However, the most beneficial fruits include melons, strawberries, lime, pomegranate, apples and oranges. You can have up to 20 servings of fruit only today.

Day 2:

Instead of all fruits, today you are only able to consume solely vegetables. However, you can eat as much as you want. Boiled, steamed, roasted, and raw... anything but fried or battered! You should begin your second day with a baked or boiled potato with a just a teaspoon of butter. This will provide your body with the proper amount of carbohydrates and energy required for the day. However, after this, you can only consume veggies.

Limit yourself to only one potato today. If you want to add some zest to your meals, simply add a pinch of basil or oregano. Day 2 is basically a calorie-free day, however, it is chock full of essential vitamins, nutrients and plenty of fiber! If you can survive Day 2, you definitely have what it takes to stick to this diet!

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aggresivelyfriendly · 6 years

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~ Chapter 7-

On The Road Again

Harry was not going to meet us at the airport. I knew that, was acutely aware of it. It would be beyond stupid for him to come. He would get mobbed. It could cause a scene, and there was no real reason for him to be there.

I hoped though.

I was dead on my feet when I got off that plane. The intervening weeks had seen us on the phone and texting frequently, but I had avoided facetime effectively,Though I'd yawned my way through that last face time with Harry, I had not been able to sleep well that night or the ones that followed. My head had been invaded. Instead of sound sleep, my full imagination put him on a dusty 19040's airstrip in a trench coat and hat. He was made for the 40's. that jaw line should be comitted to cellulose, it was surely imbedded in my brain. I cast myself as his Lauren Bacall, beautifully crying as we said our goodbyes. The scene my dreams conjured was gorgeous, but I hoped it was not prescient. I did not want my relationship, friendship, my whatever, with Harry, to be rife with goodbyes. How little did I know then.

I was tired, and I wanted a bed. But I wanted a bed with Harry in it. That was unlikely to happen, it was 2 in the afternoon and I was fairly certain that there would be something he was supposed to be doing.

It was a long slog to the hotel, with my brother and the boy's complaining enough to get me to do their bidding. They had this habit, or maybe it was my habit they had picked up on, of running from their whining and doing the onerous task they were complaining about. I knew as soon as I got to the hotel, I would be the one standing at the desk, getting keys and hotel room numbers while they all slumped over the couches in the lobby moaning.

I was trying to overcome my own jet lag and not lay my head down on the stand the very perky blonde hostess was standing behind.

"You guys are with the rest of your party. The whole floor is reserved for you," she smiled at me and my brain was so cloudy that I asked a question I would normally not ask, for a variety of reasons.

"Which room is Harry in?" Slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and I could see the headlines now. I was internally berating myself and bit my lip hard. If only I had done that before I opened my big mouth. The desk girl, Holly, smiled at me conspiratorially and leaned over the desk.

"He's actually right across the hall from one of your rooms," she extended a key card towards me with a brow arched high. "This one."

"Thanks," I'm sure my voice shook, either from nerves or embarrassment. The two emotions were duking it out in my head and I was now hoping I could stay awake long enough to outlast my brother and knock on Harry's door. He was always just across the hallway. That was too far.

I walked back across the crisp white lobby, everything was pristine and mostly colorless, a collection of ecru and beige and bleached fabrics and woods with the odd moment of color. Bursts of bright cantaloupe and deep pinks. It felt like my life over the last two months. Long days, that should have been exciting, but dragged like my feet on the way to whatever activity we were engaged in, punctuated by odd moments of life and interest. Those moments always coincided with a chime on my phone with a pseudonym for its sender.

"Cmon boys," I walked over and picked up my backpack and thanked the lord above that larger suitcases always found their way upstairs for us and I didn't have to lug them. I'm sure the lazy asses I shepherded would goad me into that job too. I watched them all pull themselves up and gave a moments amusement to the different ways they moved. Some popped up oddly, first by shoulder of knee, like marionettes being controlled by someone else's fingers, others lurched, walking dead extras trying to make it to the object of their hunger, in this case, a soft bed and rest. Only myself and my brother seemed to be half or more awake. He moved past me swiftly and his sprightly stride made me think sneaking off to see harry was unlikely to happen soon. Why was he so excited?

My excitement thrummed through my veins and the heaviness of my limbs had fallen away. Instead, I was alight. I wanted to lay on the couch with Harry and watch him pinch his bottom lip while he listened intently. There was a story I could not wait to tell him. Ashton had lost his balance and fallen ass backwards off a pier, which was hilarious in its own right, but his shirt getting stuck to a post and his hanging suspended before it ripped as he made a sound like goofy on the way down was even better. There was a video somewhere, that I was sure he would see in the coming days, but I also knew that just my description could draw the laugh I loved from him. That burst of energy and sound. I wanted to watch him eat, get a bit of ketchup or whatever condiment he was favoring off his chin, or wait for him and watch him come in sweaty with clothes clinging from a session with Mark. He said in a text they were boxing and that caused an unfamiliar twitch in regions of my body mostly dormant.

Most anticipated, was climbing into the big fluffy bed all of these hotels had and facing him. His eyes would get puffy as sleep crept up on him. He'd try to maintain a conversation with me, and then all at once his eyes would be closed and his lips would fall open and his soft exhales would be snores. When that happened, I allowed myself the pleasure of really looking at him. Harry liked me Fine, I think, but, I doubted he was as invested in every mood of my face the way I was of his. In his drowsy state, I could admire the curves of his shoulder and the way his collarbones were highlighted with black ink. I'd trace his swallows with my finger tips, never touching, a hairsbreadth separating me from his warm skin. He was so warm when he slept, and he'd allow me to skim my feet onto his calves to warm my always freezing toes up. Harry would scoff and yank back a moment before he brought his legs back to me, an offering. He'd hold his breath the second time until my toes had connected. The sigh that came out of me then would draw a smile from him that I could never help but return.

Those nights, where we touched each other before he fell under were my favorite. We'd smile like we shared a secret, and then Harry would talk, and his hands would occasionally find my own. He'd play with my fingertips while he talked about his mom and Gemma. Telling me stories about dressing up and putting on shows, how being someone else felt so different from having to perform as himself.

"Do you think of the guy on stage as yourself?" I'd asked one night, we were really close, my breath must have brushed over his lips. We were laying in the dark, and the moonless night meant I felt more than saw him. Maybe that's why he was holding my hand, so he knew I was there. The darkness seemed to open the lock on his lips.

"He's me. Well, a version of me mixed with Freddie Mercury, maybe Mick, though I've grown to hate that comparison—-"

"It cracks me up that you refer to Rolling Stones by first name." I chuckled and our lips accidentally brushed. I don't count it as a kiss, but it was more thrilling than any other press of mouths i'd had before.

He inhaled deeply before he continued, "he's just a guy. Like me, you call me by my first name," he laced his fingers in between mine.

"Do you still feel like just a guy under the lights?"

"Not really, no. I feel bigger, at first it's like I'm acting, but then, I get caught up in the rush and all the waves of energy and emotion and I feel bigger, stronger, Fuller. I don't always know the things I say, it's kinda like sex in that way." He laughed at his comparison before tensing his fingers between my own, as I was suddenly rigid. "Sorry, didn't mean to be gross."

"It's not gross, I just have never experienced that," I tried to explain my discomfort. The darkness did not offer me the courage it did him. I still had things I couldn't share. "Never had an experience where I lost control and liked it."

"Is that why you don't drink often?"

"One of the reasons," I shrugged and the wrinkle of the pillow we shared made a soft sigh.

"You could let go with me," his voice was hesitant, and he smoothed our hands up out of their lock until we were palm to palm. "I got you."

"Yeah," was my reply. I knew I was safe here, with him. The only thing I wasn't safe from was my feelings, growing by the hour, minute, second. With every touch we shared and nocturnal secret emitted.

Those were the moments I wanted to go back to, the long hours of night when he was wired from a show and waiting to sleep and I got to hear him talk and watch him breathe. Those were the moments I was hoping to have more of.

My Motley Crue of puppets and zombies made it to the elevators, behind me except for the unusually peppy brother at my side. If adulthood was all about delayed gratification, it looked like today would be formative. I wasn't sure where Harry was or when I'd be able to sneak to him. Would my heart gallop in anticipation all day? I'd be exhausted surely, the beat in my chest was closer to a club banger than a slow jam. If my heart kept this up, I'd feel like I'd run a marathon.

My ticker sprinted to the finish line when the elevator opened and the 1D boys were standing waiting for it. A cry went up, lots of "oi, oi's" in a variety of accents.

My eyes were only for Harry though.

I had been in the front of the pack, just off center, staring at the off white barricade where it met at the center seam. The slide of the door revealed a mop of chocolate swirls and his head popped up too, his slightly too large eyes of moss met mine. Everyone behind me rushed out and bro hugs and shouts and back pats were exchanged. I stood and stared at Harry, until the doors started to close and he pulled from the arms around him, Luke's from the ink, to slide his hand into the closing crevasse. The doors tugged back and his hand closed around mine.

My face was hot and the breathe I took after 30 seconds of holding it was audible as he pulled me through the doors into the hallway and his arms. My left shoulder notched into his right arm pit and the loose tank top he was wearing meant my skin touched his. I exhaled big and shivered.

"Hey Melly," his breath moved my messy hair and I worried about what I smelled like. I figured I would be waiting hours to see him and that that time could include a shower. I wouldn't take it back.

"Hi Harry," the smell of his neck invaded my nostrils and I moved my nose back and forth against the warm summer skin of his neck. He clenched me tighter and I brushed my lips against him, accidentally I told myself.

He was pulled from my grasp and the welcomes continued until one of the boys minders, Paul, I think, reminded them that their car was waiting. I looked up when my boys headed down the hall and the other group moved towards the elevator. I started to hitch up the backpack I had dropped in the rush when a familiar hand found mine, the calloused tips, casualty of learning guitar, were something I had memorized.

The hard plastic slid between us, a drug dealer would be proud. "You look tired," his eyes glanced over the smudges under my eyes. "Get some rest."

I watched the doors meet again and found myself standing in the hallway long enough that the group that left had probably made it to the lobby, maybe to the car. I thought about what my pack had in it and thanked my self for thinking to have everything I'd need for a night away stashed there. If my brother was awake, I didn't want to draw attention to my packing, if he was asleep, I did not want to wait for my bags to make it upstairs.

"Would you sit the fuck down!" Michael exclaimed later. "Jesus, people are supposed to be tired after long flights, you are fucking vibrating." He ate his burger and glared at me.

"Why aren't you sleeping then?" I snarled back and sat across from him on the arm chair.

"Because my stomach was growling loud enough to wake the dead, let alone keep me up." He gestured to my untouched plate. "Are you not hungry?" His hand settled on my bouncing knee. "Quit," he grit and pointed to my plate.

I pushed the food around and ate a few fries. I was to anxious to eat.

The longest hour of my life later, my brother stretched and belched after finishing his beer. "I'm going to bed. Go to the gym or something, calm your ass down, Yeah? Tomorrow's busy."

I knew he was right, but I waited until his breathing steadied before I gathered my things and went into the shower. As I washed, I thought about Harry's boy smell, fresh from his shower — redolent of his bed time routine, and his hair as it brushed my cheek when he pulled back. He looked happy to see me. Absentmindedly, I washed my hair, and when I realized I was using body wash instead of shampoo I scoffed and pulled my head out of the fog.

I wiped the mirror and saw the dark bruises beneath my eyes. I didn't cover them though, I hoped to go to bed and now at least I was clean. I threw on some comfy shorts and one of the t shirts I had secreted away after the UK leg. My bag on my shoulder and his keycard in my hand, I tip toed across the hall. It was quiet, the 1D calcvacade was out and most of my group was asleep. I let myself into his room feeling as anxious as I had since we got off the plane. I worried my thumb ring until my skin was red.

His hotel room was empty, but his things were spread around. A guitar on the couch, the detritus from breakfast and a hoodie over the arm chair. I sighed, it felt like home. I made my way into the bedroom. The pillow smelled like his neck had and I was asleep before my head fully hollowed the pillow.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #meet me In The Hallway #mmith #chapter 7

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So I'm actually scared of the answer to this ask, but I'm such an angst whore. So do you have any headcanons about Peter and Michelle breaking up?

YEEEEEEEEEES FAM. yes I do. I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS ABOUT SPIDEYCHELLE BREAKING UP. because, lets be honest, this version of Peter Parker is not good at relationships and this MJ is not content to stand in the window watching him swing away to save the day.

ready? you’re not ready. i’m not ready. we’re, as a collective, not ready.

it takes Peter and MJ a really long time to get it together. an OBNOXIOUSLY long amount of time for them to put on their big girl panties and admit that yea, alright fine. this is heading somewhere serious. and let’s just give in to it.

but once they start dating it fits. it clicks way more than anyone, including them, had anticipated. Peter’s shortcomings are fleshed out by MJ and MJ’s intensity is quelled by Peter’s seeming never-ending store of patience for anything and everything she does. they just work. and them dating makes everyone’s lives a lot easier.

like, decathlon was getting sick of them dancing around each other and finding excuses to sit next to each other so their shoulders brushed and…MJ and Peter are sort of infamous for zoning out the entire world around them when they’re talking. it’s like everyone else is white noise.

and when they start dating that all calms down a lot more. they don’t obnoxiously find excuses to touch each other because if Peter wants to kiss her he just does. and they don’t flirt for the entirety of decathlon practice anymore because they flirt when they’re alone. and makeout. and do other stuff. there’s no need to flirt so intensely at practice. and because of that stuff OUTSIDE of school that they do, they stop zoning out the world around them.

life is good.

but Peter isn’t perfect. not even close. he’s a nice guy, sure. he’s sweet and woke and cares super deeply about MJ. but its not perfect. because Peter isn’t the only person dating MJ. oh, no. she’s dating Spider-man, too. and that’s the problem. Peter would rather spend every night with MJ watching movies and chilling out….but Spider-man has responsibilities and patrols and Avengers stuff.

he tries to juggle it all but at seventeen there is only so much he can do and do well. and his relationship starts to be second on his list of important things. he reminds her that he’s saving people’s lives, that he’s changing the world.

for a while its a good excuse. but then, its not enough.

and they start to fight about it. REALLY fight. because its become one too many broken dates and broken promises and MJ gets sick of being forgotten.

not that they break up. because she loves him (oh yea, that happens) and she understands wanting to change the world, to make it better. hell, that’s what she wants to do one day, too.

but he loves Spider-man, she can tell. its the best part of his life. and is it wrong for her to want him to love her as much as he loves being Spider-man?

still. she’s patient. she knows he’s a dumb, teenage boy. time, she can give him at least that much.

the REAL final straw is Peter’s jealousy.

there is no perfect person. seriously, no one is perfect. and everyone has something about their personality that sucks. for Peter…he’s got a nasty jealousy streak.

its borderline vicious. not because he thinks MJ is his or some stupid neanderthal thing. more like he cares about her and knows that she could do better than him and when other people flirt with her…it lights that fear up in his stomach.

he gets sulky and grumpy and can be stand-offish to anyone that flirts with MJ. its not cute.

and everything boils over when he blows off another date with MJ (which was a fight) and then, the following day at school, he sees MJ talking to Harry Osborn. and Harry isn’t even subtle. he’s full-on flirting with his girlfriend. and something in Peter, stupidly, snaps.

he’s tired, he’s coming off a fight with MJ, and he’s not in a good mood. so he knocks his shoulder into Harry’s which he can tell was painful (because Spider-strength). and MJ loses her mind at him. right there. in that hallway. during the school day.

she says some really nasty things (all of which are true) about how he’s an insecure little shit and that she’s dating him and she doesn’t appreciate his “manly display of assery” to Harry. and it goes on and on.

and when she’s done, Peter steps toward her and she shrugs him off. it stings, honestly. she storms off and Peter’s left standing there all alone.

after school, he finds her and they walk in silence toward her house. the silence is TENSE. so tense.

Peter can feel all of the weight of every fight they’ve had in the last few months hanging between them. “Michelle-” “don’t”

and they’re quiet again

when they finally get up to her house, he tries to follow her inside but she stops him. he knows what’s going to happen before it even happens. his whole face falls and he reaches for her hand, “MJ, please…”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, Peter,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. he can she’s breaking her heart as much as she’s breaking his.

and he tries, he really does, to appeal to the part of her that loves him, not that part that’s angry. “MJ…I love you. I know you love me.”

“love isn’t enough,” she snaps. and her words might as well have slapped him. “I’ve tried,” she says like she’s been exhausted for weeks, “I’ve tried to be okay with being second best and the broken promises and dates and everything that comes with you. because you’re right…I love you. but you can’t disappear on me and then show up and act like an asshole to any boy that talks to me.”

“he was flirting with you,” he says weakly. “who cares?! I wasn’t flirting with him. its not…its not working anymore, Parker.”

“MJ…please,” he squeezes her hand one last time. but she pulls her hand out of his grip and mumbles, “its done. we’re done.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

the weeks after they break up are colorless. he never realized how much life MJ poured into his life, how much laughter she pulled from him, how much of his life she made sparkle. he’s quiet at school and even Ned doesn’t know how get him to snap out of it. and he’s reckless on patrol, on missions. Tony threatens to pull him from missions all together if he can’t get his act together but he can’t help it.

he’s sulking, feeling badly for himself.

and then, Steve nearly gets killed on a mission and Peter feels it again. that flicker of life, adrenaline even. he swoops into action and webs everyone up. effectively saving the day.

after that he slowly starts to come back to himself. he misses MJ, sure, of course he does, but he starts to live again. the giant hole she left when she took his heart away with her starts to patch over. its not perfect, he doubts it ever could be. but he’s smiling and laughing, again.

and when senior prom rolls around she’s there and he doesn’t feel an ache. instead, he smiles at her.

she smiles back

he asks her for a dance and they dance.

they’re not getting back together, this isn’t the start of something new, but its a moment shared between two people that love each other. and Peter whispers to her under the music, “you were right.”

she’s quiet for a whole verse before responding, “yeah, I know.”

“and I’m gonna do better.” “Peter-” “I’m not asking for you to take me back. I’m not ready to be with you, yet. I don’t know how to do both. Be with you and be him. But I’m figuring it out. And when the day comes when I’ve figured it out and you still love me…I’m gonna do better. Be better.” he leaves out the secondary part of his dreams where she wears a white dress and converse at marries him. that’s a little intense for high school.

but things feel good. they feel like hope. they feel like one day, somehow, this will all work out.

until–

“Peter, I came with Harry.”

and everything falls apart, again.

#anon #asks #headcanon ask #spideychelle #ANGSTY ANGST

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The Defenders Trailer #1 Analysis

Here’s our analysis of the first Defenders trailer... just in time for the second one! (Right, Marvel?)

To start, one detail we really like is that they’ve managed to maintain the distinct color palettes of the different shows. Jessica’s shots in the trailer are purple-tinged, Luke’s are yellow, Matt’s are red, and Danny’s are green. The scenes in which all four characters appear together are either very colorful (e.g. the restaurant where they have their team dinner, later in the trailer) or colorless (the stark white hallway scene). The dedication to these color motifs is very cool, and from what we can tell so far, it seems to work without being jarring or obtrusive.

Since this show is only going to be eight episodes long, and has four main characters, we’re very curious to see how much screentime the massive number of secondary protagonists are going to get. It’s a relief to see that Misty will be tied to Jessica’s investigative activities, since that means we’ll likely see a reasonable amount of her.

Massive kudos to everyone involved for recreating this scene from Alias #3 almost panel for panel! We love that Jessica and Matt meet this way, and are thrilled that they pulled directly from the source material to give us the live action equivalent.

This also answers the question of whether or not Matt is still doing legal work.

Here we have our first glimpses of post-prison Luke-- including his renewed romantic relationship with Claire. Having escaped from under the specter of being an escaped convict, he now has the freedom to live and work and exist in the world the way he chooses, and we can’t wait to see his efforts to rebuild his life, and the choices he makes from here. Clearly, he has permanently owned his identity as a superhero and public figure, which means he has likely completed the process of accepting his powers as well. Having been forced into the superhero situation in Luke Cage, he is now actively making the choice to continue helping people. The big question now is: what form will this help take? We feel like they could have pulled off making him a hero for hire in his solo show, but we understand why they didn’t. There are all sorts of ethical questions it would have brought up (many people accused him of being heartless and only in it for the money in his early comics appearances), which would have gotten in the way of the story. However, now-- being jobless-- there’s a chance he could consider it. But since he’s going to be pretty busy in this show, that might not come up in any concrete form until Luke Cage Season 2.

It will also be interesting to see what his attitude is toward the team-up. He might actually enjoy it, barring any potential awkwardness with Jessica. And hey, the Hand doesn’t have Judas bullets.

...Probably.

Given that this only takes place a month after Iron Fist, we’re guessing that Danny and Colleen will have only just returned from the Himalayas by the time the show starts, or will return in the first episode-or-so. Finn Jones’s comments about Danny having vital information about what the Hand are up to suggests that, beyond the revelations about the group in Iron Fist, he and Colleen may discover something new while investigating K’un-Lun’s disappearance between shows. We’re wondering if this new information could have something to do with the “lost city” mentioned in this NY Bulletin article:

(Here’s a theory we’ve been playing with: Alexandra and the Hand are connected in some way to the eighth Capital City of Heaven from Immortal Iron Fist.)

Colleen is another secondary protagonist who-- thanks to her close ties to the Hand and shared storyline with Danny-- will likely be integral to the main plot. Jessica Henwick provided a little hint of Colleen’s character arc in an interview with Entertainment Weekly:

“We pick up with Colleen not in New York — which is crazy, as all the shows have been predominantly in New York. We find her a month after we left her. [...] She hasn’t been able to deal with the emotional trauma she dealt with in Iron Fist, so it builds to a head and she explodes in Defenders.”

This is more strong evidence that both Danny and Colleen will still be out of the country when the show starts. We found Colleen’s shortage of character development to be one of Iron Fist’s few weak areas, so we are excited for the rest of the fallout from her falling-out with the Hand, and to see how she handles the extremely personal nature of this show’s plotline. We’re expecting some reappearances by Bakuto, and probably from some of Colleen’s former students. It’s gonna hurt...

Finally, we love Danny’s modern era comics-style haircut! (Colleen, this is your cue. Red hair dye. Stat.) We don’t need an in-universe reason for a small change like this, but we wonder if there will be one.

This is one of the most intriguing shots in the trailer. The weapons lying all over the place make it seem like this is a Hand base, but we’re interested in the containers on the far left. Drugs? Something connected to the blood harvesting project (which may or may not be Black Sky or resurrection-related)? IGH? If we keep saying the Hand is connected to IGH, it’ll end up being true, right?

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We have waited so long, and we’re finally getting a live action Power Man and Iron Fist adaptation! (Please... if you haven’t read Power Man and Iron Fist Volume 1, do yourself a huge favor and get that into your life.) They’ve been teasing the heck out of this most beautiful of friendships for a while both in the actual shows and during promo events, so it’s a thrill to finally have reached this point. It will be interesting to see how their dynamic evolves, since there are some key distinctions between 616 Luke and Danny and MCU Luke and Danny. To start, MCU Luke’s personality is markedly different from that of his comics counterpart. In the comics, he’s a loud, aggressive guy, known for violent tendencies and a short temper. When he first meets Danny, he is in a particularly nasty emotional uproar because he is being blackmailed, and his loved ones’ lives are in danger. However, in the MCU they’ve mellowed him down to a considerable degree-- likely to avoid invoking the “big angry black man” stereotype that’s present in the source material.

In Danny, we see the opposite change. 616 Danny is a very angry, serious, emotionally confused guy in his early appearances, having just left his home behind in order to commit murder. However, through connecting with Colleen and Misty and orienting himself in his new life, he calms down, and has taken on the gentler, friendlier persona he’s best known for by the time he meets Luke. In the moment of their first encounter he’s not exactly in a great mood, because Luke has just punched out his best friend and his girlfriend, but he’s reasonably quick to forgive once he gets a sense of the situation. However, given the brilliant scrambling of his revenge quest in the show, MCU Danny has not had the chance to settle down in this way-- and has actually gone through the opposite character progression. Over the course of Iron Fist he has his optimism and kindness stripped away, leaving him angry and frustrated and on-edge by the final episode. We can’t imagine the revelation in the very last scene of the show did much to help this emotional turmoil, so it will likely transfer over into at least the first few episodes of The Defenders.

Will having a calm Luke and an angry Danny instead of an angry Luke and a calm Danny make a difference in their relationship? It’s hard to say. However, one thing we do know is that it’ll result in something that’s a priority for us: a big knock-down, drag-out fight! This is the nature of their first encounter in the comics as well, and we consider it to be a very important bonding experience for both of them. Danny punches Luke through several walls and drops a building on him, Luke gets right back up and keeps fighting, and by the end of the confrontation they are both extremely impressed with each other. In an ideal world, the live action version would be just as wild and building-destroying, but what matters most is that the bonding fight happens. We’re eager to see what will cause it in this universe, since that will directly affect how long it takes for them to become BFFs afterward.

This is a beautiful shot.

Tell ‘em, Danny!

We mentioned this in our Iron Fist commentary, but one gap in the MCU’s rendition of the mythos is an explanation of the “immortal” epithet. We love that Danny uses it, because of the geek-out factor, but it still needs to make sense in-universe. In the comics, it refers to the fact that K’un-Lun and its citizens are immortal, and also to the fact that the Iron Fist position will (in theory) always be around. This may be the reasoning in the show as well-- but it’s something we feel they should explain, because to non-comics readers it probably seems kind of random. Maybe it’ll come up in The Defenders.

Unsurprisingly, it seems that Claire is the person responsible for bringing Luke and Danny together-- finally reaching her full capacity as the link between shows. She may be the one who sends Matt to help Jessica as well.

Luke and Danny, sizing each other up. Unstoppable force meets immovable object.

...Now hug.

There have been quite a few shots like this in these shows, of characters studying themselves in mirrors. It’s generally meant to imply self-reflection and contemplation. This specific variety-- in which a character stares into a fogged-up bathroom mirror after taking a shower-- contains an added element of vulnerability and implied regret, and usually indicates that they’ve just been through a traumatic event. Sure enough, Danny has a nasty-looking slice across his chest.

Logic suggests that he probably got it from Elektra-- though if this show goes for maximum trauma, which it might, we could guess it might be from Colleen somehow...

But probably Elektra.

Exhibit A: Jessica Jones drinking alone in a closed bar, during what looks like the middle of the day.

We know three key things about Jessica’s current state of being: she is still operating as a P.I., except now (in theory) she has more emotional support in the form of Malcolm and Trish; she has become semi-well-known and popular thanks to her fight with Kilgrave, and isn’t sure how to handle the fame; and she’s still struggling with the trauma of everything that happened in Jessica Jones Season 1. Getting pulled into a team-up is not going to help with any of this-- apart from allowing her to reconnect with Luke, and introducing her to more people who might possibly serve as a support network, whether she wants one or not. She and Matt are the two people who we imagine are going to be most hesitant about the team-up, and Jessica will likely be the most open and loud about not wanting to be involved. In fact, since Malcolm and Trish will both be appearing in this show, we wonder if they might have a role in convincing her to help out.

We can't wait to see how she reacts to the magic ninjas. She’s going to have some great reactions to the magic ninjas, we can guarantee it.

Okay, listen.

Can uh... can we please just call him ‘Daredevil’? He’s Daredevil. That’s his code name. Never mind showing respect for the source material, etc., etc.-- he’s been Daredevil for two years in the MCU. “The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen” was all well and good (well... not terrible, anyway) as a semi-believable build-up to him acquiring his actual name, but it’s a silly-sounding mouthful and there’s no reason for anyone to still be using it. All of the praise we’ve given to Luke Cage and Iron Fist for owning the superheroic/non-grounded elements of their comics is completely negated by this utter unwillingness to use Matt’s actual dang superhero name!

Sorry. Just had to get that out of our collective system. Moving on...

Hooray, a nice look at Matt’s costume (which looks pretty much the same as it did last season)-- including a great close-up of his billy clubs. We can’t wait to see him use the grapple line some more in this show, and we’re still holding out for someday getting the double-Ds.

The hero we need.

Our guess is that Luke’s time in prison won’t extend beyond the first episode. This could even be his introductory scene. We would love to get a long, drawn-out plotline in which his name is cleared, because that’s a vital step in his story, but we highly suspect that there won’t be time for it. In many ways, it would have been nice to get Luke Cage Season 2 before The Defenders, so that this plot point could be properly developed. As it stands, we’re expecting maybe one or two scenes to cover Luke being at Seagate and then getting released.

(Cue some long, gratuitous gushing about how good the Iron Fist looks. ...And the Chi of Shou-Lao looks nice too. *Rimshot*)

Sorry. Anyway. We are absolutely psyched to see Stick interact with Danny. This is partly because, as Stick fans, we enjoy seeing him interact with anyone and everyone. But mostly, it’s because we cannot wait to see what the Chaste’s relationship with K’un-Lun and the Iron Fist is like in this universe. As two major forces that have been battling the Hand for centuries, it would make sense for them to be aware of each other. But at the same time, the intel discrepancy between the Chaste and K’un-Lun indicates that they may not be in regular contact with each other-- or possibly have never even interacted before now. (For more details, see this post.) How does Stick feel about Iron Fists? Madame Gao, despite her Hand affiliations and understandable disregard for most people, showed a small degree of respect-- sometimes veering slightly toward kindness-- for Danny, likely due to his rank. Stick doesn’t really respect anyone-- at least, not to their face-- but we’re eager to see what kind of relationship he and Danny will have.

Guess who’s baaack!

We’re not sure what to make of this, though it would make the most sense to assume that it’s part of the Black Sky’s power set. It also reminds us a bit of Madame Gao’s telekinesis-like trademark move, only on a much larger scale.

We finally have our first serious glimpse of Alexandra. She’s still very much a mystery, but Stephanie Maslansky, the head costume designer for the Marvel Netflix shows, let this slip in an interview a few weeks ago: “...She’s the head of an ancient organization, which is grounded in the comics. [...] I hope that her wardrobe reflects that kind of ancientness.” It feels almost too obvious for her to be leading the Hand, but that’s the direction all of the evidence seems to be pointing. The “ancient organization”, if not the Hand itself, could possibly be Snakeroot, the group at the heart (palm?) of the Hand that deals with Beast-related activities. And it seems likely that, as with Madame Gao and Nobu and likely Bakuto, she’s probably functionally immortal.

We can already tell we’re going to love this scene! It’s always awesome when Matt fights in civvies. In fact, he’s out of costume for nearly the entire trailer-- and even when he is shown wearing the suit, he has his mask off. In the restaurant scene later on Alexandra sees his face, which-- coupled with her “the more connections you have, the easier it will be to break you” line-- is worrying. Why is he being so careless?

Is too much to ask for Matt to be driving this car? We need to get a scene of Matt driving at least once in these shows. It’s an Iconic Daredevil Thing(TM).

Also, this is the same restaurant as the one in the following clips, meaning this crash may be part of the same scene.

(Maybe the rest of the Chaste are driving the car. The Chastemobile.)

This is clearly a giant, pivotal moment in the show, as it involves team bonding (as we see later in the trailer), Stick, and even Alexandra. A big thank you to the people who pointed out that Stick seems to be missing his right hand-- or possibly his entire arm-- in this scene (which uh, gives us high hopes for Misty...). While Stick appears alongside the team in a separate scene in this trailer, our guess is that his decision to stagger into the restaurant and get them up off their butts takes place after a big development-- possible after he and the Chaste have been thoroughly stomped by Elektra and the Hand. This would explain the arm situation, and his renewed interest in getting help despite having judged Matt to be unready for the war.

Also... Matt has his glasses off in this scene! Either he’s grown extremely comfortable around everyone really quickly (which is possible, but... doubtful), or something’s happened to them. They were cracked in a few of the leaked set photos, so they may get completely destroyed at some point.

Presumably Elektra (this is the same sword she’s carrying a few shots later, during the hallway fight), giving off some major Darth Vader vibes.

This is very exciting. There was a sad shortage of leaping off rooftops in Daredevil Season 2, so we’re relieved that there’ll be some in The Defenders. There’s a balance that’s necessary for these types of scenes, and we don’t think they’ve quite found it yet. One of the important lessons the DD Netflix show learned from the movie is that you cannot replicate comics Matt’s extreme parkouring in live action in a way that looks good. (Or at least, it’s very difficult, and the movie didn’t manage it.) It needs to be dialed down to something slightly more realistic and, well, physically possible for someone without a building-hopping power set. However, we think they went too far. Matt’s parkouring in DD Season 1 was a lot of fun, but it was very... safe parkouring (if there is such a thing). He’s called Daredevil, after all (...Aha! Maybe this is why they’re so hesitant to call him Daredevil! Mystery solved?) and taking risks is his signature thing. Danny’s daredeviling scene in Iron Fist Episode 3 was great, and we’re hoping for something closer to that level of risk-taking-- at the very least!-- in Matt’s future.

It’s funny-- these were the original subtitles, and then they must have realized the mistake and changed them.

It’s pretty clear at this point that the rest of the team is going to learn Matt’s secret identity. We also know that the four of them run into each other for the first time at Midland Circle-- so this may be their first-ever team-up. That’s a record for secret identity leakage, even for Matt. They also find out that he’s blind, meaning they probably know about his powers-- which is a much more significant secret to Matt than even his secret identity. We can’t wait to see how that reveal happens.

The banter between Matt and Jessica in this show is going to be amazing. They’re both snarky people with loud opinions and iron wills, and all evidence suggests that they are going to bounce off each other in really entertaining ways.

We’d guessed in the initial teaser that he was wearing Jessica’s scarf, and we love it. She also wears that thing all the time, and we know she doesn’t do much laundry, so... good luck, Matt. This is why you need a costume that fits under civvies.

And of course, we’re getting the Ultimate Hallway Fight-- clearly part of the same scene as the elevator ride from the teaser. While we have semi-mixed feelings about this having become a recurring thing (the original hallway fight in Daredevil Season 1 served a very specific purpose, which has been lost in most of the subsequent versions), we mostly think they’re super awesome, so we’re excited about this. We mentioned the colors in this scene earlier-- how the whiteness of the hallway doesn’t integrate any of the character-specific color schemes. This creates an alienating effect, in which all of our heroes seem out of place and isolated. It’s also a callback to the coding in Daredevil Season 1, in which bright white spaces embodied themes of inhumanity, greed, and corruption. Clearly, Midland Circle is corporate-style bad news... but of course, we already knew that.

A few details we particularly love:

-The fact that Luke, Danny, and Jessica are tearing through people in the front, and Matt’s in the background just beating on that one guy. Keep on keeping on, Matt.

-The fact that Elektra is just strolling along behind the action, watching them tire themselves out. It’s terrifying and hilarious at the same time.

-Danny’s yellow shoes! We doubt he’ll ever wear the little yellow slippers in this universe, so we appreciate this nod to them.

Finally... this is a very strange hallway. What’s with the glass panels?

Hooray! Welcome back, El. Obviously, we have a lot of questions about Elektra in her new status as a recently resurrected person and (presumably) fully-activated Black Sky. Iron Fist gave us some great information about the former, at least. In the comics, those brought back from the dead by the Hand fall completely under their control. This would have been an easy explanation for how Elektra might become an antagonist in this show-- but as Harold Meachum’s efforts to fight the Hand (even after coming back twice) demonstrate, it doesn’t seem to be true in this universe. Instead, the resurrection results in a loss of humanity, which depletes the victim’s capacity for love and empathy and turns them violent.

This, layered on top of Elektra’s skills and predisposition for killing, would make her massively dangerous, but wouldn’t necessarily result in a willingness to help the Hand. She rejected them in Daredevil Season 2, after all, and getting skewered by Nobu probably didn’t make her any more enamored of them. The one factor we don’t know anything about is what effect becoming a fully realized Black Sky will have on her. Maybe it involves some form of mental numbing or brainwashing, and demonic possession is still a very real possibility. She’s clearly doing the Hand’s bidding to a certain degree here, and the details of how that happened are still ripe for speculation.

Look! A handy metaphor for Matt’s mental state once he discovers what’s happened to Elektra.

It seems pretty clear from this shot that Black Sky Elektra has super strength. It’s also notable that she decides to just hit Matt, rather than gutting him with her sword. This, coupled with how long she waits before even entering the fight, suggests two possibilities to us: that she’s been told to keep them alive, or that she’s fighting whatever control she’s under.

Also, we’re digging her new costume. The red is visually striking (and is both a reference her new Hand alliance and her 616 outfit), and the loincloth-style flappy bits actually look kind of cool, since she’s wearing *gasp* pants underneath them! Well done again, costuming team. Our only nitpick is that having her hair loose and in her face makes no sense.

Danny being extremely enthusiastic about the team-up, and Jessica being extremely unenthusiastic about the team-up, is spot-on and hilarious. Jessica is not at all a team player, while Danny is desperately searching for a purpose and for somewhere to belong. These two are going to have a fascinating dynamic, and we can’t wait to see how it plays out. Jessica and Danny have a bit of a bumpy start to their friendship in the comics, and while they do grow very close (they essentially become family, and Jessica and Luke name their daughter after Danny), they have also been known to have a difficult time reading each other because they have such different personalities. Since both of them are at much more unsettled points in their character arcs in the MCU than when they meet in the comics, we’re expecting a lot of friction between them-- which is going to hurt to watch, but should also lead to some interesting interactions.

“...Flying alcoholic?”

There is a lot to be excited about here. Three more months, and counting!

#Defenders spoilers #Netflix Defenders #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Jessica Jones #Luke Cage #Iron Fist #Danny Rand #Elektra Natchios #Stick #Alexandra #Commentary #Set photo

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Custom Card Competition wk 18: Investigate

(This is a post about a private Card Brewing competition. Entries were not open to the public.)

This week of CCC or CCL! I still don’t know what the real name is honestly!

Before this all starts, I’m just going to have to say sorry that the quality of this write up is worse than the others (not that they were good judging on the minimal amount of people who actually read these. No need to lie, I know you’re here for your own cards.) but that’s for a very good reason! It was rushed, and if you don’t know yet why it was rushed. Please go to the CCL chatroom and read the latest message I sent with @card-makers. So the ratings in this write up may be a bit off or I might miss obvious stuff. Sorry guys.

This week we’re being the scoobygang and making investigation cards! Sadly no one made the scooby snox card, but I can always wish. **This is where you imagine me snapping my fingers** First card!

I’ll be honest, I’m starting off with this card because I just find it funny. Just look at the art and then despair when you realize that it’s somehow fitting. It fits the name, the flavor, and the effect. I love and hate it.

But what about the actual card? It’s like a Rhystic Study you have to pay for with benefits. Which in my opinion is how it should work, but even if you disagree with it this effect could be explained as different as it lets you sacrifice some clues for free to get the the dimir scry. Which is a pretty neat effect. The more I look at this card the more I like it. I’m also not sure that this is worse than Rhystic Study either since the power is now in your hands instead of the opponent.

9.4/10, Ape, I’m mad about how good this card is.

And after Long-Term we have another card which would be super fitting with that picture. But this would probably have some serious picture about the Scooby Doo gang being after Emrakul with a mask or something.

Anyway, actual card! A late-ish game slow card engine that if synergized with lets you tutor for “free” any card in your deck and eventually win. I like it, no I love it. This might be my control bias showing (I play Goblin control for crying out loud.) but I just like this card. If you’re in need of a specific card you can sac 5 of your needed 15 to win the game just to get a card that’ll help you secure the win, if you’re desperate you’ll actually read the tokens and use their effect to draw cards. The win part seems like something for against the odds, but still fun. Some games will be janked out by that line and I’m all for it.

This card should’ve been further down if they go in order of points. But I just wanted to tell you guys that this could have the artwork from “Idfk lol”

9.2/10, Don’t have much to say, I just like it.

This… this just screams mill mill, yummy yummy!

Like… If you really want to ruin someone, Ghost Quarter (before playing this to bait the opponent to search), play this card into Archive Trap. From there you basically win the game as you can take an extra turn while gaining 8 life, and in that extra turn you can mill the opponent and get a million clues that you turn into extra turns. The mana shouldn’t honestly be a problem given that some mill players already go Esper to have a stronger sideboard and better interaction in general.

This card honestly needs some extra lines that prevents some general mean things like letting you get clues from mill, or from the enemy casting spells (which is debatable), stopping the life gain from saccing clues to himself. Or just remove the extra turn thing, but that seems like the whole gist of the card, so please don’t. Also, holy moly On The Trail with this would be so silly. Actually this card plays well with all the cards here that alter the use of clues.

6.7/10, Wait… you can draw with clues?

More creatures! Looks like we’re assembling the scooby gang! And it’s a promo version at that.

Feels a bit strange to me that this isn’t a legendary, but she does seem fun in multiples. So, what does she do? She copies artifact tokens, be that Servos, Ancient Stone Idol tokens, or maybe even the intended Treasures and Clues. I must say I find it quite funny that this is not the only “Clues matter, but so does treasures/gold.” Which is quite fitting to both this card and the future card’s flavor.

I like the card but honestly it could pack more of a punch, I love how she can turn clues into mana if you’re in an excess of them (or infinite comboing with something like Whitemane Lion, Bygone Bishop, and this.) but it could do more without breaking the game imo, it’s rare so it’s allowed to have some more punch to it. Maybe it makes either a clue or a treasure upon hit and then makes a copy of target, maybe she copies each differently named artifact token, or maybe she even has some sort of evasion like most Scroll Thief effect cards.

But being a lord for specific tokens seems cool anyway :P

7.6/10, “She either trades information for gold or gold for information.“

Enough creatures for now! Let’s go to something less permanent, a sorcery!

So, the flavor here. Yummy, we have either an enraged creature that gets stronger with their rage for each piece of evidence or an impulsive punch to the face for each piece of evidence gathered this turn. I love it. And the effects? Eeeeh… Not sure. Now I’m no card designer but as far as I know the consensus is that if the when the mana cost is split the card itself should be printable as either color. Like, it should only do things that both colors can do. Investigate, unconfirmed for R as there hasn’t been a single red investigate card but it doesn’t feel off flavor for our impulsive color. Gaining attack, yeah that R/W. And going face… The elephant in the room. Dealing damage to face. There are next to no white cards that can deal pure damage to face, and the only ones I do know about are from waaaay back in the day. Back when red still destroyed creatures. So when colors didn’t have their identities yet. Even if you’re okay with red investigators, it’s hard to justify the last effect.

So, how do we fix the color identity problem? Deflecting Palm. As much as I love hybrid mana, this card should really be RW. That would also allow you to lower the CMC to 2 without making the card too… “I do everythingy.” It’s weird to not have a combat trick at instant speed, but I do know that the creator didn’t want to make to too powerful as it’s a common. So I’ll kind of let it slide.

7.4/10, Questionable artist tag imo.

Literally last-minute submission we have this! :D Another card that cares about Clues and Money!

So a colorless land that can produce clues? Interesting, funnily enough we do know the going rate for normal colorless lands drawing cards. It’s 5 mana, thanks Arch of Orazca. So that means this one is balanced, right? 3 mana to investigate and then 2 to draw, 5 mana total. That’s where the nature of clues comes in and ruins stuff. Creating a clue for 3 leftover mana is immensely better compared to simply not drawing a card if you don’t have 5. Clues are permanents, permanents you can cache in whenever you want for that 2 mana (And technically they can be shattered, but come on.) which makes investigating quite a bit stronger than drawing if it costs less. I’m not sure if I made sense as I can barely think myself right now, but the cost to investigate should be at least 4, even if you want to power-creep Arch of Orazca as it has a secondary effect which is both “Turn those clues we made into mana.” and “You can’t shatter any clues as I’ll just turn them into gold if you do.”

7.3/10, just like this write up. A bit too rushed. It’s still just common.

Flavor bomb time, you even have the right icon for where this would thematically be set.

Card effect! Basically, Cabal Therapy but stronger added to all clues if you pay an additional two mana. Which is spooky when it’s at instant speed, even if the whole ordeal is 4 mana. It’s still probably balanced as you have to play a 3 mana do nothing and then spend 4 mana next turn to draw a card and guess what’s in their hand. Good play and deck building can get around this, like sacrificing clues to some effect for free or Peek-ing into their hand beforehand.

Personally I think the losing life seems like a silly thing to add onto the card, punishing good play isn’t my forte.

8.3/10, “afaik Avacyn won the 1v1.” Also, how is the icon misaligned?

Hearthstone time! I couldn’t think of a longer joke!

Wow… Now this is something unique. It’s roughly a 4 mana 4/4 that makes 1-2 clues with the potential up to 4. The etb is so weird to evaluate. If you use cards such as Brainstorm you can get the MAXIMUM VALUE. 4 cards in the future for 8 mana. Nice. Even the second ability seems fun to play with. Manipulating the top to make Aria stronger and stronger.

The only drawback with this card I can think of is that some people will find the revealing top 4 and putting back in the same order confusing. I’ll be honest and admit I missed that interaction until I was doing the write up. Sorry, Xyrillow. And I’m name dropping you because you were really close to being the winner this week and you should be proud of your craft.

9.8/10, you do know they’re a Nightelf and not Veldaken right?

Next card!

This week it was hard to decide a winner. The last card and this one went back and forth and there was even a while I was thinking about maybe sharing the winning slot. But that feels like cheating, so I have to give the edge over to this card. I love this card. Super elegant. The flavor and flavor text is on point, the effect is on point, all the way down to the evasion that costs a card to gain two cards eventually later on in the game… I just love everything.

This is without a doubt the best designed card, proud to be in any set with investigation.

Perfection is impossible, but this is pretty damn near to it.

10/10, could maybe be uncommon. Idk.

I’m lacking words, but please congratulate DrKungFu for such an amazing card. And Xyrillow for being such a close second. And actually a lot of people as this week was quite stacked.

But Mainly DrKungFu.

Now, the next prompt is to make your own guild mechanic, something like Riot, Surveil or maybe even Dredge if you’re ballsy. Sorry that this is rushed, I didn’t even proof read it for crying out loud. But please do read the update in the chat. It’s important.

Thank you for all your submissions, you’re all lovely. Love, Sami.

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I had a really idea that popped out of no where, in the Fushimi has three dads AU, what if Fushimi was shot instead of Totsuka? If he lives or dies is really up to you, I'm kinda curious about both ways honestly

Oh this would be sad, just imagine the reaction from the Homra trioif their kid was hurt or even killed all because he was adopted bythe Red clan. Like say it’s almost Anna’s birthday and Fushimi offersto go pick up some things for the party. Totsuka says that it’s fine,he can do it, and Fushimi sighs and notes that he’ll be faster soTotsuka should just stay here and finish decorating. Totsuka givesFushimi his camera and asks him to do some filming from the top of aspecific building, there was a really good view and Totsuka wanted torecord it so he could like show the sunset to Anna. Fushimireluctantly agrees and then waves goodbye to Kusanagi and Mikoto ashe heads out. Mikoto’s half asleep on the couch and doesn’t even lookup, Kusanagi just nods and continues cleaning the bar counter. Then acouple hours later Kusanagi gets a call from Fushimi, he wonders whatwas taking so long but then when he picks up the phone all he hearson the other hand is this harsh breathing. Kusanagi and Totsuka goout together, Mikoto has to stay behind because someone needs to staywith Anna. Kusanagi and Totsuka get to the rooftop in time to seeFushimi lying there in a pool of blood, barely conscious, and I canjust imagine Kusanagi losing it a little as he tries to stop thebleeding or do something, yelling at Totsuka to call anambulance while Totsuka just stares because all the ‘it will be allright’s in the world haven’t prepared him for this kind of loss.

Fushimi lives version, they rush Fushimi to the hospital andKusanagi’s sitting in the waiting room with his head in his hands andhis clothes covered in blood as Totsuka calls Mikoto. Totsuka triesto cheer Kusanagi up a little but he’s somber himself, and they bothbarely even notice when Mikoto shows up and sits down heavily next toKusanagi. I imagine them taking turns keeping an eye on Fushimi afterthat and maybe they even move him to some kind of safe spot where hecan heal, like Kusanagi uses some of his shady contacts to get thisprivate hospital room somewhere and he makes Fushimi (and probablyTotsuka too, just in case) stay there to recover, with a least oneHomra member guarding the door at all times. I think this situationwould turn out happier than in canon, even though Mikoto wants toavenge Fushimi and intends to do what he has to against the guy whoalmost killed his kid I think Mikoto would be less likely to gorunning headfirst towards a Damocles Down if there was a way aroundit. It would probably be a source of discussion between him andKusanagi, like Mikoto wants to kick this 'Colorless King’s’ ass buthe also knows what could happen if his Sword falls and he doesn’twant that to happen either, especially because he doesn’t want toleave the kid with that kind of guilt. Meanwhile I could see Totsukafeeling kinda guilty and useless himself, like he sent Fushimi tothat rooftop and he’s too weak to do anything to avenge Fushimi, allhe can do is sit around waiting for Fushimi to wake up and beprotected by everyone else. I think they might let Munakata or Shirodo the killing in this situation, like Mikoto gets to beat Colorlesssenseless but he stops before killing in order to keep his own Swordfrom falling. Then when Fushimi wakes up all three of his dads arethere to reassure him, relieved that Fushimi managed to survive.

Fushimi dies situation, then I think Mikoto might kill Colorlesshimself and accept the consequences. Losing Fushimi would probablydamage his Sword anyway, like while Fushimi might not be his'stopper’ the way Totsuka is he’s still someone extremely importantand just the weight of that loss is enough to accelerate thedeterioration of the Sword. I can see Mikoto struggling with this toobecause he feels like the reason Fushimi died was because he wasadopted into the Red clan, plus on top of that Mikoto didn’t evenreally say goodbye to him when he left and Mikoto didn’t get to bethere when Fushimi died, only found out about it afterward (oh ohimagine Anna coming downstairs in tears and holding a shatteredmarble, Mikoto sees her and she just says 'Saruhiko’ and then runsover and throws her arms around Mikoto, he can’t even cry and justsits there holding her while staring blankly at nothing). Kusanagiand Totsuka would both be determined to help as well, I can’t seeKusanagi taking the death of his kid lightly. I think Totsuka wouldreally be hit hard, since Fushimi kinda died in his place and he’suncharacteristically frustrated because he really can’t do anythingand nothing will be fine. He tries to keep up a smiling face for thesake of everyone but really he’s suffering a lot, that he can’t helpMikoto and he couldn’t help Saruhiko and all he could do was holdSaruhiko as he died. I feel like this would just be extra painful foreveryone, Kusanagi keeps looking at the pictures on the wall of smallSaruhiko while Mikoto wonders if they even did the kid a favor at allin the first place, picking him up like that, if this is how it allended.

#Suoh Mikoto #Kusanagi Izumo #Totsuka Tatara #Talking K #Fushimi has three daddies #THIS WOULD BE SO TRAGIC #imagine Fushimi dying in Totsuka's arms while Kusanagi watches #and Mikoto knows what happened but he can't do anything #and he's willing to let his Sword fall to avenge his kid #besides he let the kid die so this is the least he can do #Totsuka trying to keep up a happy face when he's suffering #and Kusanagi just compulsively cleaning the bar bc there's nothing else he can do

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