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phantomskeep · 1 year

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okay so yet ANOTHER big brain move with the queer moms meet lil danny phantom. Because I can't help myself I simply love the idea of this.

fair warning, this contains spoilers for the harley quinn show seasons 1-3 (which btw my fellow dp fans who kind of know a little bit about the dc universe via fanfiction/fan content and are able to watch a show with lots of blood, gore, and adult human: watch the show. its so good. a 10/10 for me). Because while I personally haven't finished it I have an idea on what's going on.

So, we have established that danny's found in an alley near the dead mall by ivy and harley doing some uhhh adult fun. but let's change it up a bit, shall we?

The Soon-To-Be moms just got back to gotham from Edin. but like when ivy takes a walk before coming up with the Big Bad Plan to takeover the world/terraform it into basically the prehistoric age. she ends up finding danny in an alley near the mall on her way back from like a park nearby. she's a bit confused on WHY a barely-teenaged kid was near a known supervillian hide-out so late at night. especially when ivy and harley's return to gotham was via public transport. and when the kid sees her and doesn't immediately start screaming/running in the other direction she's a bit confused. when she notices the kid has a bunch of dried blood all over him and torn up clothes she's now both confused AND worried. why? because in the show poison ivy actually really does care about people its kind of sweet. lady really just wants to chill in a garden and live her best life.

BUT danny and ivy meet like that. she very awkwardly questions wtf danny was doing out and about when injured. he kind of off-handly jokes that its because his parents want to rip him apart molecule by molecule so he's just trying to find a nice dumpster to nap in. this causes ivy to go ham into protective mode, since in the show her entire backstory is her dad being a piece of shit and beating her. so she kind of kidnaps danny like "dude i live in an abandoned mall with my girlfriend and squad come join us" and danny's a lil sus but eventually decides that well, if all else fails he can legit dip the hell out of there at any time. ivy and danny go back to the mall and ivy sets him up in one of the spare rooms/shops (maybe dr psycho's old room?) and then runs down to tell about/show the squad danny. they're all kind of freaking out over this lil boy, asking him a bunch of questions as they do, cue bane walking in for his pasta maker. because this show is on five different types of cocaine.

danny, ofc, is watching this whole thing freaking out a little bit. he's getting ready to run away so he can throw down with bane. but then bane's all like "you didn't get married give me my pasta maker back" and the squad all eating their pasta not-so-gently telling him fuck no then he leaves. so while this is going on danny's trying to put the pieces of this puzzling universe together. Green lady, funky clown lady, lump of clay, talking plant, talking shark, and some super buff dude that would put dash to shame wearing a weird full-body suit? and for all the "revenge" he talked about not even doing anything about it? just walking away? it's not looking good for danny's idea of what "normal" is for the DC universe.

BUT he hears that they're planning on breaking into a museum to steal a Jurassic Park style mosquito to take over the world. that's not realllyyy his style but harley's kinda up in his face excitably asking him if he wants to join them! because it would be so fun! so danny's like "uhhh yeah maybe I guess" while planning on sabotaging them. cause he's a hero doing hero stuff. yeehaw.

the plan in action, however? goes to shit. ivy ends up ditching the squad + danny when the guards start shooting, the squad + danny manages to catch up to ivy, then they escape but barely because ivy tends to panic under pressure.

which is a mood.

ivy makes the eden serum using the mosquito in order to resurrect the dead plant matter in the earth. if anyone else has watched the show; you KNOW that shit looked like some dp ectoplasm. the plant comes to live, walks around a little bit, then turns into a horrifying ecto-monster. it's speaking in jumbled ghost speak/plant speak asking anyone to just kill it already because its in pain and it hates whoever brought it to life so danny smacks it with an ecto-blast, causing the ghost-plant to fall into the barrel of toxic waste. in ghost speak, the plant tells danny thank you and dies. again?

ofc the squad freaks out a little bit about danny's powers but ivy runs out and harley follows, leaving danny with the rest of the squad.

aaannnddd that's all the ideas i have right now but mmmmm im loving writing this. im not gonna say its a fic because i SWEAR i can write better than this. better grammar, capitalization, less random lil notes scattered around - the whole nine yards.

but this is fun and I love the idea of ivy and harley adopting danny with king shark, clayface, and frank being his weird uncles and catwoman being his fun wine aunt.

ALSO I've heard rumors about a danny phantom fan discord? anyone have information on how I can join it? ;)

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lilradridinghood · 2 years

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Mapulon and Lakapati

Finally posting the Tagalog myth retelling I wrote for @withbarehands-zine! I still kinda get imposter syndrome sometimes when I write about Filipino stuff, so it feels really special to get this out there. Also my my first time trying to write anything arospec-related!! And @/tidalbronze on Twitter made AMAZING art to go with my story which I will add to the notes when they post.

Thanks for reading!

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Mapulon watched as the rain fell at his command.

Or rather, at his nudging, as he preferred to call it. He didn't like to think of himself as some demanding ruler over nature. Sure, as the god of seasons, he had his fair share of power over the weather, but it wasn't like him to summon harsh winds or call upon the heavens for a storm.

Instead, he coaxed the water down gently, so as not to deter the villagers from coming out to gather herbs. Medicinal plants seemed to love the way he arranged the skies.

But today, no human showed up from the village—not even after the soft patter of rain had ceased.

Mapulon grew unsettled as he waited, wondering if he should venture into the village to check on the mortals. He had never actually visited their homes before, electing to merely observe from afar like every other god he knew, but it was unusual not to see anyone out in the fields by this time of day.

Before he could come to a decision, he suddenly noticed someone approaching a patch of herbs—as if the person had materialized out of nowhere. They barely paid Mapulon mind as they gathered the leaves. It was only after filling their shallow basket that they looked up, smiling at what was no doubt a bewildered expression on his face. Then, before he could say anything, the stranger got up and headed for the village.

It wasn't long before Mapulon followed.

He wasn't sure what exactly drove his feet forward—knowing there was at least someone to care for the villagers should've been enough to assuage him—but there was something about that warm, amused smile the stranger had given him. Something that made him want to see it again.

By the time he finally caught up to the elusive stranger, they had already entered someone's home. Mapulon remained respectfully at the entrance as they knelt by an unconscious old man's bedside, applying herbs to the red welts on his arms.

"Thank you," said a woman with a scratchy voice.

The mortal with the basket held it up in her direction. "You next," they said.

The woman shook her head. "I can tend to myself as long as you leave me some herbs."

The other hesitated. "Then take this too." They reached into their basket, and—somehow, though Mapulon hadn’t noticed anything other than the herbs in there before—pulled out a shiny ripe pomelo.

After more thanks from the woman, the basket-holding stranger went on their way, presumably to help the next household afflicted with illness. Mapulon was about to follow them again when the woman in the hut called out to him.

"You be careful out there," she said. "There's a sickness going around."

"Shouldn't you be more worried about the person who just helped you?" Mapulon asked.

Despite her obvious fatigue, the woman smiled with fondness. "I wouldn't worry too much about them. I don't think it's even possible for a god to get sick."

Mapulon blinked at her. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh, you didn't know? I assumed that was what brought you here. You may not guess it from the way they're always giving time to help us humans, but they're actually the deity of fertility," she said. "Their name is Lakapati."

The next second, Mapulon was running through the village and calling their name.

And there Lakapati was, coming out of a different hut. They turned their head at the sound of their name and smiled. But that same amusement from before had barely spread across their face before their body seemed to flicker, and the next thing Mapulon knew, Lakapati was gone.

—

The next day, Mapulon was determined to have a repeat encounter with his fellow deity. He returned to the same area, once again gracing the fields with his signature caress of rain. Then he watched over the dewy herbs, waiting for Lakapati to appear, but all morning no one came.

All the while, Mapulon kept thinking back to his brief encounter with them, and how kind Lakapati had been to the humans. Such kindness was a marvel that warmed Mapulon’s heart, and he realized that he wanted to be just like them. So instead of waiting any longer, he gathered an armful of herbs and made his way into the village.

When he stopped at the same hut as the day prior, the old man had what looked like a fresh layer of treatment on his arm, while the woman winced in pain as she tried to apply herbs to her own body. At Mapulon’s arrival, she looked up and managed a small knowing smile.

“If you’re looking for Lakapati, they’ve already gone,” she said.

“And you still wouldn’t let them treat you?” Mapulon asked.

She sighed and shook her head. “It would be a great help, of course, but I don’t want to take up too much of their time—especially when they’re the only god I’ve seen down here helping us so personally. Even being a deity, I’m sure there’s only so much one can do.”

Mapulon felt guilty then, for all the years he’d thought it sufficient to support the humans from a distance.

“Then from now on there shall be two,” he declared. “And I swear as the god of seasons that you will be cared for.”

The woman’s eyes widened at his revelation. “M-Mapulon?”

He smiled. “That is my name,” he said. “May I ask yours?”

The simple question seemed to calm her down a bit, and she answered, “Dalisay.”

“Well, Dalisay, you look like you could use some help.”

And so Mapulon helped treat her welts, before moving on to another household with a promise to come back the next day. He made his way through the rest of the village, making sure everyone got what they needed. In many places, Lakapati had already satisfied all their needs, but there were others like Dalisay who could use the extra care. So Mapulon put himself to work, as he did every day for several weeks.

Then one day, while helping Dalisay care for her father, Mapulon looked up to find Lakapati watching him with a radiant smile on their face.

It was the sight Mapulon had so longed to see, and it filled his heart with a rush of warmth. He immediately knew what he wanted to ask Lakapati. And at Dalisay’s approving nod, he got up and went to join them.

—

It was dark out by the time they were done helping everyone, and the two deities settled into a leisurely stroll.

“It’s good to see someone else so dedicated to helping these people,” Lakapati said. “When we first met, I wasn’t sure you had such kindness in you.”

Mapulon grinned at them. “Well, I did have someone to inspire me. In fact, I was hoping…”

Lakapati raised an eyebrow at his sudden hesitation, and he sat down on a nearby rock, looking up at them sheepishly.

“I was hoping I could court you,” he said.

The surprise on Lakapati’s face soon gave way to a deep-set frown. “I’m not sure I’d want to be in that kind of relationship,” they said.

“It doesn’t have to be now. I’m willing to wait—however long it takes.”

But that only made things worse. “As if it’s a given that I should fall in love with you?”

“I only thought-”

“I know what you thought. You thought the same thing as everyone else.”

And with that, before Mapulon could respond, Lakapati was gone.

—

Mapulon was beside himself with regret as he ran through his memory of the conversation. He didn’t know what went wrong, only that he wanted to make things right as soon as possible. He needed to find Lakapati before night’s end.

So he asked around among the villagers—among his new friends—and he figured out where Lakapati usually retreated to. Relief flooded through him when he found them at the lake.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” Mapulon told them. “I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

Lakapati looked up wearily, their brown eyes reflecting the soft glow of firefly light. “It’s normal to assume,” they said. “But I… I don’t know if I can feel the kind of love that comes with courtship. I think I may be missing something.”

“Missing something?” Mapulon shook his head. “You’re more full of compassion than any deity I know. If you never find someone you wish to marry, it can’t possibly be because you’re lacking in love. Your love just happens to be different. Special.”

“Special enough that you’d wait an eternity? Even if there’s no guarantee I’ll ever marry you?”

“If you think there’s any chance, then yes. But if not, or if it doesn’t end up happening…” Mapulon shrugged, offering a lopsided smile. “Then I’d be more than happy to have you as a friend.”

He held out his hand, and Lakapati took it while smiling back, both cherishing their growing love for the earth, for humanity, and for each other.

#short story #my writing #mapulon #lakapati #i edited the beginning a bit to make it less wordy #and the end a bit for flow #but it's fine im proud of what's in the zine too

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frogsandfries · 3 months

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Am I numbing?

I ask myself this question a lot.

When I use marijuana, what am I really trying to do?

For one, I don't know how to shut off my anxiety. It's not even anxiety in the way one thinks of anxiety. It's not that I stress out about things like losing my job or my apartment or other negative things that could happen to my life. When they say racing thoughts, they never specify that all of one's thoughts race--I have to run to Target this weekend, I'm hungry, I sure could go for some McDonald's chicken nuggets, I can't wait to get off work and watch that movie that I've been waiting to come out, oh man it's so windy outside, I wonder if it's going to be cold out this weekend, and on and on spin my thoughts.

It's nice to have some kind of ruler against which to train my mind. When I was off my brain drugs, I remember realizing my thoughts were racing (which I never would have been able to recognize without chemical assistance) and I used the methods I've been working on to get my mind to focus on sleeping instead of keeping me vaguely awake. I'd kind of started to master mindfulness and it was a relief, knowing that if I'd done it with chemical assistance, I could do it without.

I think I've spoken long and fondly about the effects of marijuana that aren't necessarily unique to me--cotton mouth, encouraging me to hydrate when I might just not; the munchies, encouraging me to eat when, again, I might just not. I know not everyone gets drowsy when high, but again, that mellow helping me recognize when I'm tired and just give in.

I know a lot of people imbibe extra chemicals to numb and escape, but firstly, I can voluntarily go days, without needing to imbibe; second when I do imbibe, it's like coming back into my body.

So....am I numbing? What am I numbing? What am I hiding from? Am I immune, unlike my father, to chemical dependence? What if the marijuana.....wasn't the problem, but instead.....the pharmaceutical anti-depressants....? Without those in my system--not even in a withdrawal kind of way--I got.....temperamental, like the womb donor. I definitely did not like it, and I did not know how else to make it stop. I was touchier than normal, easily irritated and frustrated by things like my cat's constant whining and crying for over an hour while I'm trying to be at work; and people calling in pissed me off when normally they're just annoying.

But the marijuana was no match for that hair-trigger temper and irritability. And I have not missed that part of my brain. I never, ever want to be like that woman. I wish I could just easily snip out that part of me. However, is it really numbing? Is it hiding, trying to escape, that I continue to use less than prescribed of a prescription drug?

Maybe I'm just not yet able to be that open and honest with myself?

I dunno, I never would have realized that my thoughts race if not for the first time I ever smoked. I may have circumnavigated learning to calm my thoughts by just using marijuana, leading to a situation where I don't need to learn; I can just use chemicals to numb.

I think a little chemical intervention can definitely help you see yourself and your world in a different light. Maybe you like what you see; maybe you don't. I really do appreciate knowing that there is a reality in which I can go straight to sleep without my thoughts whirling on and on. I'm sure if I had the time and the energy, eventually I could teach myself to sleep without chemical intervention. But self-control takes effort and energy. I'd rather devote what I have of those to stuff that really matters and is really important. I lead an incredibly charmed life to be able to fit my marijuana consumption into my spending money. Not to mention, I live in a world where I can just run down the street (in any direction) and I'm not even limited to smoking the plant itself; it's quite fucking amazing.

Anyway, now I'm just exhaustedly rambling and not coming to any kind of conclusion. I will say, the words of one of my professors in college will never leave me: I don't need to make excuses for everything. I don't want to be on the constant defensive with an excuse for everything. I practice every day to take responsibility for my actions. If I'm being irresponsible with marijuana, I want to be open to that (except using it at work; look, some stressors are simply not worth the energy; I don't use it for every hour of every day, I only use it on the insanely busy days and not to a point where anyone would really notice; I just don't get paid enough for the level of stress my job causes me when it gets busy like that). If I'm actually using marijuana to plaster over something or numb it or whatever, I just want to be aware.

I need to be aware. Just because it isn't destroying my liver; just because I'm not getting blackout drunk; doesn't mean that that potential doesn't live in my veins. I'm more intelligent than my father, more keen, more aware and curious and able to ask questions. That doesn't exempt me from a genetic predisposition to chemical/substance dependence and abuse.

I wonder if I'm not just.....over-thinking, maybe verging on.....not quite hypochondria? I've been dependent since I was about eleven, and I fucking know it, and I've never needed chemicals because I have creative and productive things to draw my mind away from my body. It's easy to dismiss my creative endeavors because they're productive, but maybe that's what I'm really hiding and ignoring to acknowledge. I don't need chemicals when I could just grind myself to dust; to go to work and get off work and continue working on things that matter to me, but work nonetheless. I can't really slow down because then, what might I have to face full on in myself?

#inconclusive #?#lying

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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toasty-bat · 3 years

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Ok this was going on too long to be put in replies so here we are. Tramp Stamp, the "pop rock" "band".

Okay so. The members. Marissa Maino, has released a few EPs in the past, as has the guitarist Caroline Baker. The drummer, Paige Blue, is a songwriter with a couple of published songs.

However, for each member their former music and style was COMPLETELY different to how they make music now. Sure, styles can change, but this much this quickly? They each apparently spontaneously dyed their hair similarly neon colours at around the same time, before even forming the band.

Their music is also weird. It's like Blink-182 of it was modernized and then diluted down to buzzwords only. It's also clearly supposed to be the sort of "riot girl feminist" stuff seen in pop punk in the early 2000s - except again, it's diluted and "off". Their lyrics all sound like something specifically crafted to appeal to Tumblr users and young people on TikTok, and it seems to bank on the idea that because the target is young, they won't really remember late-90s to early-2000s pop rock and so won't know why they sound "off".

The band has barely started existing, but despite having no sold songs or EPs or albums under their belt, they already have stan accounts, a well-established website, and well-designed merchandise at high prices. Not something a brand new normal band does.

They're VERY defensive whenever they're criticized for anything. Recently they were called out for stealing their name from another band, @/thetrampstamps-blog (these guys are real), to which they responded "we don't like white cis men!!". It was quickly pointed out that every member of their ""band"" is cis, and white.

Everything about them seems manufactured. Their brand-new instagram is full of clearly professionally taken shots in studio lighting with full professional makeup and hair (not necessarily weird for a band....unless that band was created less than a month ago and hasn't even released a debut EP yet). They regularly use outdated slang and act like when old people write teenage characters - for example, one of their TikTok songs contains lines like "Tumblr girl, sk8ter boy", "I'd rather die than hook up with a straight white guy" (????) and "it's some major fuckin tea".

Their lyrics and captions may sound plausible when they're separate, but when it's all put together it reads like an AI-generated Buzzfeed article about current youth trends.

Their website claims their music is "the kind of stuff women talk about with their friends, but no one has ever put it into this kind of music before" (this is apparently a quote from one of the band members.) I'm sorry, nobody has ever done this before? Doesn't your band claim to take direct influence from early-2000s feminist punk scenes?? Have you ever listened to a feminist punk band before, ms "definitely in a feminist punk band"???

As for the "we hate straight white men" stuff, one of the members is openly married to a straight white guy. Not saying you can't be married and also be a feminist pop punk icon, but..their entire thing is that they're "a brilliant voice on white-boy privilege and fragile masculinity". (That's supposedly another quote from one of the band members. Definitely a real human person thing to say).

The band claims to be emo as well, but couldn't recognize MCR music when asked to name MCRs most popular songs. Not that it's impossible, but how likely is it that an emo/pop-punk band taking influence from the 2000s and early 2010s doesn't know what MCR is???

(TW: Sexual assault, alcohol for this bit)

One of their songs describes raping a man by getting him drunk and pressuring him into sex. Whether this is industry-plant related or not, this clearly isn't some "voice for the youth" shit that anyone Gen Z is interested in.

The irony is that they're also connected to Dr. Luke, a cishet white male who owns their publishing house... and who has multiple SA accusations against women (notably Kesha)

(TW over)

Also, they claim to be Queer Punk, but 2 of them are openly cishet. Now, I don't believe you should pressure public figures into coming out, but I can say as someone who enjoys the queer punk scene, I've never seen a Queer Pop Punk band made up of 2/3 cishet people.

On one of Marissa (the singer's) tumblr accounts before it was deactivated, the DNI said "-Phobic against any sexuality, including straight!"

(...what about the whole "we hate straight men and we're queer punk"... thing...)

Tldr: Everything from their social media presence to the way they dress to their song lyrics/style sounds like something old people in suits would imagine appeals to the young generation. They specifically targeted punk and queer spaces and appear to exploit them, and in response to criticism they either explode at whoever is criticizing them, or they delete accounts and immediately recreate new ones.

At first it seems plausible that they're just weird, but the further down the rabbit hole you go, the less and less real it all is. It reaches a point where you see them post and it feels like you're watching an AI that was fed information on Gen Z and is randomly generating content based on that information.

(don't judge me I fell down the rabbit hole HARD ok lmao)

#WHAT THE FUCK #rape tw #question tag #papergay tag #tramp stamps #the tramp stamps

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adragonhoardingstories · 4 years

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Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 4

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On that note, this book will contain swearing, mentions of rape and torture. I will try not be explicit but that's really relative. Read at your own risk. There will be warning before if I make a explicit scene so that you can skip it.

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"Colin this is Marinette, my sister, Marinette this is Colin." Damian introduced the redhead who seemed a bit bewildered but he recovered quickly.

"Pleased to meet you ma'am. I didn't know that Damian had another sibling."

"Well neither did he before yesterday." Marinette laughed good-naturedly. "So you're his best friend."

"Yep!" Damian didn't refute the statement.

"So Miss Marinette where are you from?"

"Just Marinette is fine Colin."

"Bu-"

"Miss makes me feel old, you don't want that now, do you?" The boy looked scandalised. "I'm only about two years older than Damian anyways so if you want to call me by a nickname, that's fine too."

The boy grinned shyly. "Okay Marinette."

Damian looked distinctly surprised. "Well done, he still calls the others Mr, they are going to be annoyed by this development."

"Oh Damian." Marinette turned on her heels and winked at them, eyes full of mischief. "This is nothing. I got Alfred to call me by just my first name?"

Now, both boys looked very impressed but still disbelieving. "I'll believe it when I see it." The redhead claimed. Marinette laughed but said nothing more on the matter.

"So where are you bringing me?"

"The Gotham's Botanical Garden. I think you'll enjoy it. However, I must warn you to stay clear of anything that may anger Poison Ivy. "

She took it in stride. "Of course, I'll ask before I do anything."

"It'll be so fun. People don't talk about it because of Ivy but the gardens are so beautiful." Colin started ranting and Marinette hid a smile at the fond expression on her little brother's face. If one didn't know what to be looking for, they would miss it but Marinette had become very very attuned to emotions, especially after she gained the Miraculous and became Guardian.

"-attract so many different kinds of butterflies."

"Huh." Marinette mused. "It'll be nice seeing some actual butterflies and not akumas for once."

"You mentioned akumas before too." Damian interrupted. "What are they?"

She seemed a little surprised. "Do you - do you really have no idea of what's going on in Paris?"

Both of the boys shook their head. Even Colin looked curious now.

"It's pretty surreal but, when I was twelve, this guy surfaced. He calls himself Hawkmoth. He sends out these magic butterflies called akumas to anyone who's experiencing any negative emotion to possess them. He makes a deal with the victims to give them powers for them to be able to take revenge upon whatever wrong happened to them and return he asks for the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Who?" Colin interrupted and Marinette blinked. She had sounded so...old, so burdened as she spoke - so different from the bubbly macaroon making girl that Damian had learnt to know.

"Right, context. After his first akuma, two heroes surfaced in Paris too. They're powered by the Miraculous too. Hawkmoth wants Ladybug's earrings and Chat Noir's ring. No one knows why exactly and well we're not interested to find out. More power in that madman's hands can only cause harm."

"You mean to say." Damian's voice was flat. "That there has been a sociopathic terrorist in Paris for five years and no one knows of it. Why didn't the mayor call for the Justice League?"

Marinette's face darkened. It almost made both if the boys shudder and take a step back.

"Oh but we did. More than once, more than ten times in fact. We only stopped whenthe Leaguers asked us to stop wasting their time with pranks."

"What?" Damian exploded. "They just disregarded all the damage that must have been caused, all the phone calls. They didn't even look into it."

Marinette placed a hand in his shoulder, urging her aura to seek his and calm him down. "The thing is one of Ladybug's powers is the Miraculous Cure. It fixes all the damage caused in the midst of battle."

"All the damage?" Even Damian didn't seem to believe it at that point.

"I know it seems too good to be true." She fished out her phone and tried to look for a video. "And we understood that but everyone in Paris is pissed that they didn't even bother come verify our so called claims. I mean for God's sake, they have aliens, shapeshifters, magicians and even guys who are themselves powered by magical jewelry if I'm not wrong."

Marinette huffed as she found a video. It was one of the first ones from the Ladyblog, when Alya was still a reliable reporter. She played the video. It was of The Mime and it showed how he cut the Eiffel Tower in two as well as the Miraculous Cure taking effect.

The boys especially Damian seemed horrified and Marinette felt a little of guilt for subjecting them to that.

But then Damian looked up at her and his lazarus green eyes of reminded her that he probably had seen worse.

"That's…" He didn't seemed to know what to say.

"Terrifying." Colin said. "Are they all really that strong?" Marinette winced, debating whether to tell them the truth of not.

Damian seemed to sense that. "You can tell us." He prompted and she sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"That's actually one of the tamer villians." She admitted. "The Mime appeared during the first year of Hawkmoth's reign of terror. One of the worst akumas back then that come to mind is Syren. She flooded the entirety of Paris, about three quarter of the population died and were brought back by the cure." She took another look at them and decided that she wasn't going to be the cause of their further trauma.

"Hey, this is it, right?" She promptly changed the subject, knowing very well that she hadn't been subtle at all. "Gotham Botanical Gardens." She beamed down at them.

"Wow, it's beautiful." She took a moment to appreciate the sight. "Hey you're right, there's a lot of butterflies. Can we go there first?" She was basically bouncing as she turned to look at her brother and his best friend.

Colin looked gleeful while Damian seemed just amused. "You act like a child." Her brother informed her. She stuck out her tongue at him. "And you speak like an old man but you don't see me complaining."

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "What are you waiting for? Let's go then."

He couldn't help the full-blown smile appearing on his face as both his sister and his best friend literally ran to the butterflies and started gushing together.

He started to make his way to them when someone appeared in front of him blocking his view. His usual scowl and glare were back on his face when he looked up. The boy seemed to recoil slightly at his look but it didn't deter him more that that.

"I don't know who you are." His tone clearly gave away that he felt like he was the one in power here. Damian cursed the time when he used to act like that. He had learnt that lesson the hard way - had learnt not to underestimate an enemy. "But you're gonna stay away from my princess. She doesn't need children like you around."

Damian took a second to analyze him. Blond Hair. Green eyes. He remembered reading those as Marinette's triggers during his research. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out to his weapons.

"She can decide that for himself." He said instead and went to walk around him but the boy grabbed his shoulder.

The next thing he knew he was standing behind his sister. "Adrien." She cut in smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially not without your bodyguard." Damian could see that she was tense, her back muscles were coiled as if she was ready for a fight.

"Princess." He was beaming. "I snuck out." He said almost proudly. "We need to talk."

"Gotham isn't Paris." Her words seemed more like a warning rather than the facts they were which the blond idiot obviously didn't catch on. "And I want nothing to do with you, haven't for three years. I owe you nothing. Give up."

That was a clear dismissal if Damian knew one. "Princess you need to listen to me-" He reached out to grab her hand but was cut off.

The younger boy had seen her lurking but she hadn't seemed a threat so he didn't know whether he was thankful or not that she had jumped in.

Ivy spoke "The girl asked you to go away." Thankful, he finally decided.

The boy looked a little nervous - so he did have some braincells. "Ma'am, respectfully, this does not concern you." Well not enough it seemed.

"Oh well, respectfully." Her plants towered behind them. "I don't give a damn. Stay away from them."

The plants grabbed him and threw him just outside the park boundaries. It seemed a little tame for the likes of Ivy but then again she always did go softer for children even if they were brats.

Damian watched as the boy scrambled back to his feet and glared in their direction before he stomped off.

"Damian." His sister was clearly fretting over him, he would never admit it but it felt good, he felt loved. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I'm alright, I'm alright. I told you, I can take care of myself."

She smiled, soft and relieved. "I don't doubt it but promise me if you see either him or Lila from yesterday, you need go the other way."

"Why?" He frowned. He had a doubt on blondie but what about that Lila girl?

"And by Lila, do you mean the sausage haired girl?"

His sister cracked a grin at that thought she was still serious. "Yeah her."

"Why?" He repeated and she became grim at once. "Because he's sick in the head and she's a psychopath so please, promise me." She met his eyes and really, faced to that did Damian have any other choice but to accept?

She beamed at him as Colin approached them. "That was so cool. Are you okay Dames?" He turned to talk to his best friend and gave him a once over before nodding.

"Thank you for stepping in." He heard his sister and turned around. Ivy may be one of the villains-turned-anti-hero but it didn't mean that people didn't need to be wary around her. What was Marinette thinking?

"Boys like him need to be taught a lesson before it's too late." Damian's mind immediately went to Harley's and Joker's relationship.

"I don't think a lesson would do him any kind of good at this point but thank you."

It was very apparent that her words made Ivy re-evaluate her.

The woman gave a nod. "Don't mention it." She said nothing else but didn't move away.

Marinette smiled. "By the way, I love that flower in your hair. That's a lily right?"

"Yes." She said slowly but the spark in her eye showed that she was now interested. "You know flowers?"

"I have a garden of my own." Marinette revealed. "I tried growing some lilies but they're no where as beautiful as this one." Marinette fished for her phone again and started showing her images. The older woman didn't say anything but Damian could see that she was interested and she seemed almost pleased.

Deeming it safe for now, he slowly turned to Colin who was staring at the scene with amazement.

"Colin." His friend turned to him wide-eyed, "Your sister is amazing."

He couldn't help but feel smug at the words. "Obviously." He said but then lowered his voice. "Tell me, how did she get to me so fast when she was watching butterflies with you."

Colin sobered up at that. "She was talking to me when suddenly she just snapped her head up to look at you. I think that's when the boy came. She told me to stay there and started walking towards you. The thing is when the guy touched you, she was about half-way there, I didn't register but the next thing I knew she was standing between you and the blond." He shook his head. "There's something about her…it's not necessarily bad but she's just...different…special."

"I know what you mean." Damian agreed.

"-and then she spoke with Poison Ivy for one hour straight about plants and gardening. Ivy even gave us a personal tour of the botanical gardens."

"Seriously? She usually takes forever to warm up to someone especially if the other sirens aren't with her."

"Marinette seems to be the exception." The youngest Wayne said as he but into another macaroon. Once again, he had been ambushed on his return home - this time however, it was only his brothers and that had demanded he tell them all about her.

His felt his phone vibrate and knew it was the message he was awaiting. "She's busy during the day." He informed his brothers. "But she invited us for dinner."

His brothers looked at each other and grinned. Tommorow looked promising.

#maribat #platonic daminette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #torture #mentions of rape #bamf marinette #badass marinette #bruce tries to be a good dad but he doesn't always succeed #lila salt #adrien salt

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"DOES HE HAVE A DEATH WISH?" kiyara wonders, annoyed at the current predicament.

"won't gojo-sensei be fine? isn't he the strongest shaman?" itadori soon catches up to fushiguro and kiyara who had a head start, kugisaki running right behind the two of them. the two were still confused, what was wrong?

an exasperated sigh leaves the pale blonde's lips, "god, he's not even here but i can already feel that man's ego growing." rolling her eyes they all took a turn towards the school, breaths escaping their bodies in patterns to keep their heart running and going.

kiyara knew this feeling. usually her hitches and feelings towards a certain thing were never wrong so far, why would it suddenly be wrong now?

"that's not what we're worried about." fushiguro explains them, but their confusion increased more than it needed to be. he glanced at them and groaned, 'of course they wouldn't know.'

"it's the two strongest jujutsu sorcerers possibly wiping the school off the map." the blonde says.

there was a pause between all four, the two staring at her back with wide eyes and disbelief. "w-wait... are you implying mizuki-sensei is as strong as him?"

"she can definitely put him at bay."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"fuck." fushiguro breathes out.

there stood all four students witnessing that most of their school buildings wer wrapped in black like mistー shadows. at first their response was that they were under attack, but that thought was dismissed when their eyes fell to the two teachers on the ground in front of them.

one female had flowing chocolate hair, strands which touched the ground as she laid atop their sensei's waist. pure annoyance was written all over her facial as amethyst eyes focus on her target. the strength of her body tries oh so hard to make the dagger in her two hands break through gojo's infinity, but to no avail.

the shaman on his back on the ground had his signature smirk gracing his lips, he was mocking her. anyone could see that her efforts to break his jujutsushiki was entertaining him, and he knew for a fact barely any to none could beat him, and she was no exception even after multiple spars and fights.

it was either a draw or her utter defeat.

"tch, strong bastard." she groans, throwing the dagger away after struggling to stab the snow haired male. the dagger faded into black and disappeared under her shadow. standing up from the mounted position she prompted a hand on her hip.

"still feisty, yusa." gojo smirks at her, yet a tick mark pops above her head and standing up after mizuki.

"please, for the love of the gods leave me alone." she looks at gojo's blindfold, hoping in some unearthly means he would actually listen to her for once in his life. but the teasing she earned right after was not it. "awh~ but your reactions are too cute! it's hard not to."

a straight was thrusted right at gojo's face, one he was able to tilt his head far enough to dodge. attempting to hit her with his right fist towards the stomach, mizuki spun into a round house kick and caught his arm after it extended out whilst her foot was stopped an inch before it landed on his head.

"she's... cool." itadori and kugisaki couldn't help but stare in awe.

"she's second to best from gojo-sensei, but the strongest female jujutsu sorcerer." kiyara glances back to her two companions that were new to the school, smiling at them as they both showed their excitement. "and she's going to be our sensei?!"

"yeah, amazing right?" the smile she gave was bright, kiyara couldn't be any prouder to see others admire her aunt after all the hardships and struggles she's been through.

"i'm just glad that they didn't destroy half the school like last time." fushiguro comments as the two behind him freeze up upon hearing his words. kiyara gives a light chuckle, "we don't talk about it..."

mizuki let go of gojo's arm as she plants her foot back down to the ground, her black coat fell to her calves as it slightly taps her knee high combat boots. black pants and top designed in the same way as almost every other sorcerer, she sighs.

"the new ichinen?" mizuki looks their direction, one click of her heel and the black mist that engulfed the area started to retreat back into her shadow. gojo gave a grin, his hand out gesturing for her to approach the four.

'the shadows disappeared!' itadori and kugisaki's mouths fell as they got starstruck by the simple gesture which unraveled everything.

"yusa, meet kugisaki nobara and itadori yuji." the said two straigthen up when the tall shaman inspected the two, "ryoumen sukuna's host, huh? reminds me of someone."

"right? i thought so too! too bad she's overseas right now." gojo slings his arm around mizuki's shoulder as his chin rests on her collarbone behind her figure, grinning from ear to ear as a thumbs up was shown to the students. she grimaces at his actions, mizuki slaps his hand as a way to tell him to get his heavyass off her.

"who?" they chorus.

"you guys also don't know?!" itadori and kugisaki point at kiyara and fushiguro who flinch at tne sudden upbringing, yelling back at their classmates and pointing at their teachers in resort. "how would we? they never tell us anything!"

"right," mizuki breaks up their yelling fest, right hand planting on gojo's face and pushs it away from hers. the male lets out a string of complaints, which she continues to ignore and successfully pushes his body off hers. her hand lands on her hip and shifts her body to one leg causing her to accentuate her curves.

"where's my daughter?" she demands.

"mimi-chan's right here!" kugisaki takes a step to the side and gestures to the girl behind her. or so, was supposed to be there. their eyes look at the empty space that she introduced, gojo and mizuki furrow their brows as a question mark appears above their heads.

'we left her at kuidaore!' thunder struck behind the three of them, jaws dropping to the ground the moment they realize she was not even on sight. their skin went pale and blood turned cold, the gloomy aura ungulfs the teens as different worse case scenarios play in their mind.

"ah, there you are my little flower." gojo stands in front nomari who stood a few meters away from the group, his hands wrapping around her waist and bringing her up into his arms.

'how did she get there?!' itadori exclaims in his mind, shocked to see the child in perfect condition at her spot. kugisaki let out a small sigh of relief, hand over her chest and quickly smiled so mizuki wouldn't see that it was a mistake, 'yikes... that was close.'

'wait, so she walked here by herself..?' fushiguro ponders making kiyara groan and facepalm softly, 'we're such idiots.'

"hands off her sato. geez, you'll make her stupid." mizuki walks over to the two, her arms out to take her daughter back but gojo only pouts and swerves her, "heey, that's so mean yusa!"

itadori watches with his classmates on how the trio interacts, mizuki being continously annoyed by gojo as nomari kept the expression of her wondering exactly why she was stuck in their quarrel. yet something didn't add up to him, "mizuki-sensei actually looks really young... how old is she?"

in the next second the pinkett was powerfully punched in the face, kicked and screamed at by kugisaki that held a fist at itadori who laid on the ground with a bump on his head. "you idiot! how inconsiderate! you don't ask a lady her age! this is why you don't have a girlfriend!"

"i'm just curious!" he defends.

"it's still rude y'know!?" kugisaki screams.

'good thing i never asked...' fushiguro continues to keep quiet, watching the fuss go one beside kiyara who was just tired at this point. other than the fact she returned overseas from a mission, bombarded with new people and hadn't taken a nap just yet to replenish her dying sleeping schedule. listen, she just wants her bed and food at this point.

"do you know, kiyara?" itadori asks her, popping the girl out of her small break down. kugisaki in the background continued to yell at him for prolonging the situation and asking other alternatives which she thought was still rude concerning that it was about private information about a woman.

"sorry, but i don't. i just thought it wasn't my business." kiyara scratches the nape of her neck, a hand out in apology to the boy. 'well, it was more to the fact that she always looked like she never wanted to talk about it...'

"almost sixteen."

"what?"

"yusa was almost sixteen when she had mari." gojo answers their questions, all eyes turning to focus on their white haired teacher that stuffs his hands into his pockets.

it took a while for them to register what he said, staring at gojo's figure to make sure if he said ant words about joking they would only get mad at him, but it never came. their lashes blink thrice, processing his words as the shock from it barely passed over them.

"that's really... young." kugisaki still couldn't recover from the disbelief, but fushiguro was the first to question gojo on his words. "what do you mean almost?"

"is that because they're both december babies?" kiyara adds on, taking a step forward filled with curiosity. she knew close to nothing about her aunt when it came to her younger days, she never said anything about it which led her to believe that it was a topic one she should never ask about. but now, maybe, just maybe, gojo had the answers to her questions.

"her early high school years is what you could say were the darkest points of her life," he starts, but his attention was nowhere near his students. his gaze fell to where mizuki and nomari were, watching the child hand her mother sweets she bought at the cafe and the smile that would light up the world as she embraced her loving girl.

"did you know the woman right there was known as the disgrace of the mizuki clan? until one day she showed up being as a special grade sorcerer and crashed the main estate, it was really a sight."

"gojo-san, you're sounding like a simp." kiyara snorts.

"i'm not a simp. but you might want to check with yourself if you're not one for, you know." quickly snapping back at her, he smirks and gestures his head with a little nod to the boy that stood beside kiyara.

his words made her cheeks flush, knowing full well he cracked a code he should have not to begin with. "go away!" her arms flung to push the older man from her group, but the blush that tinted her face remained pigmented and prominent. it only got worst when he chuckled, ears being coated by the same pink.

"no can do! i'm your awesome sensei, remember?" gojo gloats as his hands stop kiyara's effortless advances to push him out of the group circle.

the three students stand there lost in the conversation, 'they seem close...'

"can you stop picking on my niece, sato?" mizuki puts a hand on the sensei's shoulder, he grins and stops his movements as kiyara mirrors him, letting out a small huff. nomari shifts over to gojo who notices it and picks her up into his arms once more.

"anyways, get ready for tomorrow." mizuki hands nomari the bag of sweets she had, the child taking out and showing daifuku to gojo. he grins widely and lets her feed him the dessert as the others blink at the interaction but decide to ignore it.

"do we have a mission?" fusiguro asks. mizuki sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and stares at all four students.

"a high grade one."

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notes ; these are probs gonna be all qued bc im lazy

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 2

Zero and @eternalfarnham are Looseleaf and Saelhen du Fishercrown, a mothfolk animist and a half-elf conwoman. A botched heist forces Saelhen to keep up her fake identity and embark on a quest to places unknown, with Looseleaf to keep a watchful compound eye on her. This time, they prepare to set out for the jungle city of Thunderbrush.

[Campaign log]

It's less than a week after the incident with the pit under Yoshimimoto Plaza. Looseleaf returns to school with Saelhen in tow, and Looseleaf's roommate Oyobi spends some time training them up in basic monster self-defense- the two of them are now level 2! Saelhen gains a Cunning Action, and Looseleaf embarks on the Path of the Mutable Spirit. (There's no combat this session, so more on that later.)

In spending some time with Looseleaf's roommate, Saelhen picks up on... certain nuances.

looseleaf: what you know about your roommate is that she is very friendly and outgoing. the reason she's barely home most of the time is that she's always out partying or fighting or otherwise living it up on campus, and she's pretty well-known and popular amongst the student body. she's technically Martial Arts but takes a few Natural Arts classes, including your archaeology class. she wants to be an adventurer and join the Deathseekers' Guild, and she's taking multiple periods of Severe Zoology to learn to fight monsters. she thinks you in particular are adorable and has probably invited you to various social gatherings. she seems kind of spacey and unreliable, though, and doesn't seem to take you seriously.

saelhen, what you know about looseleaf's roommate is that she a freak nobody else seems to pick up on this, since there's not a lot of other elves at Blacksky, but you can tell from the way she wears her clothes and how she interacts with strangers to the uninformed observer, her fashion sense is sort of rugged and sporty and normal to an elf, her usual outfits are the equivalent of going around dressed in torn booty shorts, a spiked choker, and an ahegao t-shirt she is very obviously making a statement, and that statement is "i can do whatever i want, and if you have a problem with that you can [insert grossly offensive euphemism here]" her super-smiley friendly attitude is clearly part of this- she is breaking every single rule in the elf book, going right for the friendship throat in every social interaction and ignoring every single nicety that's supposed to precede friendly contact she acts a little different around you- like, she expects you to be in on the joke she's playing on everyone around her. she'll say something seemingly innocuous that's a actually a horrendous boundary violation in Kanzentokai, and then look at you with an expectant smile, to see if you appreciated the hilarious prank she just pulled. being around her is like being in the studio audience for a cringe comedy sitcom

Why are we learning so much about Oyobi? Well, partially because I can't help but overthink every single bit character, but also for reasons that'll become clear shortly.

After a few days, Saelhen and Looseleaf are invited to the Provost's office, up at the top of Blacksky Tower. (Ominous sort of place, for a faculty building- hewn out of a single chunk of sparkling black stone, oldest building on campus.) They are not invited to sit- the office contains no chairs.

Provost Hamori Los has good news for them! The people she's had secretly monitoring Saelhen for the past few days- did she forget to mention that?- have determined, by triangulation, that the arrow on Saelhen's bracer is currently pointing in the direction of Thunderbrush, deep in the giant-spider-infested jungle. So that where they'll be going, on a fun field trip!

Looseleaf could not be happier about this. Or less happy. She's really got precisely the amount of unhappiness that she's obligated to feel about giant spiders, being a giant moth.

Luckily, they won't have to trek through the jungle- Hamori has arranged for transportation via the ferry at the town of Cauterdale, which should allow them to bypass a treacherous trek into the depths of the Remoline Rainforest. They'll each be provided 100gp as funding for this academic enterprise- and Headmaster Goodcrest of Thunderbrush Metropolitan University has agreed to provide lodging for them on arrival. Everything is handled for them- so there shouldn't be any problems!

There is one more thing, though- all the different schools want in on this trip, so one school doesn't get all the credit. They're required to bring along a representative from the School of Arcane Arts and the School of Martial Arts, on top of Looseleaf from Natural Arts. And on top of... the representative from the School of Restricted Arts.

This dude is named Vayen, and he's not much for conversation. Or explaining what he's even doing here. Or doing anything besides skulking a careful distance away from the party, staring and listening. What does the School of Restricted Arts even study, again?

Anyway, Looseleaf has someone in mind from Martial Arts, so she leads the party to the School of Arcane Arts to do some recruiting! After being chewed out by Two-Brains for trying to post notices outside the official student notice board, she puts up her ad:

It's not long before she gets a bite!

Orluthe Chokorov is a cleric-in-training, under Diamode, the Goddess of Family. He's been enrolled in Arcane Arts at the insistence of his family... but he seems to think he's a "fake", and is desperate to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it means he passes his classes without having to actually... be able to do whatever it is he's taking classes in. He says he can fight, though- in fact, he's eager to fight! He once beat Bud Chestplate, did you know?

There are perhaps less delinquent candidates they could go with, but there's something nice about a party member with secrets Saelhen could use as blackmail.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...rest assured that I shall be the soul of discretion. As will Looseleaf." "Though I fear that deception of this sort does not come easily to me..." Looseleaf: "Noeru, if he doesn't want to get into it, he doesn't have to- oh my god."

Having recruited Orluthe, the party heads back to Looseleaf's dorm to ask Oyobi about the Martial Arts students- maybe she has some idea as to who would make a good candidate for the trip!

(This isn't me foisting her on the players, though I did suggest it- after the party of two squishies got wiped in the first encounter, I offered them the chance to put together two NPCs who they'd get to control in combat. Their character sheets were more or less created by the players, and I matched their mechanical requirements to NPCs. We may end up having multiple characters per PC, later- this is sort of a trial run.)

With a cleric(?) and a ranger on the team, plus whatever Vayen is that he won't tell them, they're feeling ready to hit the road- right after a shopping trip.

Saelhen buys...

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings

1x traveler's clothes

1x hooded lantern

15x doses of insect repellent salve (much to Looseleaf's great offense)

2x uses of sealing wax

1x tinderbox

fuck it, 4x more bags of 1000 ball bearings

Zero: 'what are you going to do with five thousand ball bearings' 'when the time comes, i'll know'

Looseleaf buys...

1x pint of oil

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings also

5x healer's kits, to distribute to the party

1x pouch of various plant seeds

1x map

Notably absent is any food, since they have Oyobi in their party- she's a ranger with the Goodberry spell. (I've reflavored it to just mean she's good at foraging and always has rations on hand, because holy crap, Goodberry rules-as-written is totally worldbreaking- why would farms exist?)

During their shopping trip, Saelhen manages to get Oyobi alone, without the rest of the party. Oyobi's shtick has been fun, for her, as someone with very little regard for elven rules of politeness, but... it's still a little much. She asks Oyobi to tone it down.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, I thought you had to no-sell it to keep up the fake noble act- I didn't think it was actually getting you!" "That's priceless, oh my god." "What's there to take a 'break' from, anyway? What's wrong with just living?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Primarily, the fact that I really need not to twitch in front of the Provost's silent murder goon." Saelhen jerks a thumb over her shoulder, then belatedly checks to make sure that Vayen is not in fact literally right behind her. Benedict I. (GM): Make a Perception roll? Saelhen du Fishercrown: aw, hell, he definitely is, isn't he

She rolls a 13, and no one in particular rolls a 17. So, everything is fine. They keep their voices down, anyway.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, is it really a problem? Can you really not keep a straight face?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I mean, I can." Saelhen sweeps a hand over her face and is the picture of serenity. "Why should the lady Noeru de la Surplus concern herself with small lapses such as these?" "Surely someone shall find it in their hearts to forgive all trespasses." Oyobi Yamatake: She snorts. "Okay, I get your point." "But really, don't you think it's weirder for an elven noblewoman not to react?" "You don't think he thinks it's suspicious that you take it all in stride?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The character is admittedly kind of a freak. I'm making allowances. I mean, this is fun and all, but if no one sees through the bit at all and I'm stuck in it long-term, which it seems like I am, it's like..." "Just being back in Kanzentokai, except worse, because no one is making me." "And drow catch a lot of crap anyway. They don't need me to teach them that elves can be assholes." Oyobi Yamatake: She frowns. "You can't make me try to keep up with the rules, y'know. I'm not going to put up with that garbage ever again." "But I can tone it down with the..." "Y'know, the stuff I'm going out of my way to do, if that helps." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The wink-and-nudge, yeah. That would help." Oyobi Yamatake: She sighs. She seems a little put out by all this, but pretty quickly puts her happy face back on.

Meanwhile, Looseleaf and Orluthe seem to have lost track of Vayen. It doesn't take them long to find out where he went (well, after Looseleaf rolls a nat 1 on investigation and accidentally pisses off an old lady she mistook for Vayen). Turns out... he's hiding behind a statue of Ccorde, spying on Saelhen and Oyobi.

Looseleaf doesn't buy his crappy excuses, but also... she isn't altogether opposed to the concept of spying on "Lady Noeru de la Surplus", who really ought to have someone keeping an eye on her. So, she just hands him a medical kit- a kit she happens to have used her animist class feature Soul Link on, so she knows where it is at all times. (She's done the same to the bracer.)

Now, with the shopping done, it's time to hit the road! They have a couple options: go on foot, or requisition some giraffes.

(In this world, they domesticated giraffes instead of horses. Why? Because it's a fantasy world and why not?)

The city's main giraffe rental is run by the Ecumene of Understanding, based out of the Temple of Andra. You can rent giraffes for free, as long as you're willing to serve as a courier for the Ecumene- their convoluted legal system requires them to send mail between cities frequently, and they've only got so many clerics on hand. So, anyone wanting to travel the roads can receive a delivery quest from the Ecumene, and rent mounts for free in exchange!

They meet with the Bishop of Understanding of Oyashio, Sarat Aerens.

Aerens has a simple request for them: in addition to visiting Thunderbrush's Temple of Andra with a mail delivery, they're to bring back a report from said temple on the whereabouts of the Siren's Arraignment, a ship that departed from Oyashio and never arrived at its next destination, Snowhold. There's suspicion that the Siren's Arraignment never departed from its supposed origin of Thunderbrush to begin with, either- so the Ecumene put some clerics on the job to investigate, and the party's job is just to relay their message.

With that, they're given giraffe passes, and directed down to the stables, where they find the stablehand, Updraft, having some difficulties.

Benedict I. (GM):There's no one at the pickup window, but there's a sparrow aarakocra just behind, trying to get a giraffe several times her height to get up and out of the damn water trough. Updraft: "...not a bath, ye stubborn git!" "Ye drink from that, lackbrains!" "Y'really want t'be tastin' yer arse?" Looseleaf: OH I CAN HELP WITH THIS FINALLY, A PLACE WHERE I CAN APPLY MY ADVANTAGE ON ANIMAL HANDLING

Looseleaf uses her Soul Read ability to tune in to the giraffe's feelings and recent history, and discovers that someone fed it a hot pepper and it's in, um, anal distress.

Orluthe volunteers to do some healing to the giraffe, with his Lay On Hands ability. Is... that a cleric thing? Do clerics do that? Probably. In this world, clerics perform magic by inviting their god directly into their mind to borrow their brainpower and work miracles directly, and it sure looks like he does that when he does his healing. He channels a god, for sure!

Benedict I. (GM): As he touches the giraffe, you see his body begin to glow, and his facial features are overlaid with another face. "...A giraffe?" "A waste, I suppose, but... perhaps it'll win us some favor." The voice he speaks in sounds more feminine, somehow.

Some religion checks reveal that this doesn't seem quite right for a cleric of Diamode, the goddess of Family. But hey, healing's healing, right?

With that, they're able to get their giraffes no problem- and next time, they'll be on the road to Thunderbrush!

#tfj log #twofaced jewel

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and Her Gunn (Part 114) "Suck My Metaphysical DICK!"

Practice had ran long and late the night before with Casie eventually being carried to her bed as many patient joints and blunts were finally fired up. Giving So Am I a break, they goofed around with a couple different songs and chords. Mod and Colson finally being coaxed into treating everyone to their playful version of SummerTime.

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With the next day starting, they're back to practicing. Luna choosing Colson, Sam and Baze to debut the new song with her. Mod proceeds to film The Movie that he had started last night of their creative process. Deanna continues to work on Casie's dresses as the younger Baker plays outside with her friends; calling her in as needed to her delight. Pete, Benny, Rook, Kevin and Slim float around the house playing video and arcade games, pool and popping into practice to offer tips or fresh beers.

"Alright, I'm done." Luna declares as she accepts a beer from Rook and rubs the back of her neck. "I think this is the most I've ever practiced a song. We either nail it or we don't." She says as a matter of fact before she takes a gulp of her beer. "What do you think?" She asks, looking over at Colson.

"We got this shit, Baby." He answers, giving her a confident nod with a soul melting wink.

"Bet." She smiles at him teasingly. "Sammy? Baze?" Luna looks over to her other bandmate's nodding heads. "That's it." She calls as she lifts her guitar over her head to the other's relief. "You think we can get a jet from Sean? It'll make tonight a WHOLE lot easier for us and Deanna" Asking as she turns back to Colson.

"You got a better chance than I do." He snorts at the idea.

"That's probably true." Luna sighs. "I'm gonna smoke a cigarette and hit him up." She goes on to tell Colson before kissing his cheek and grabbing her stuff to head outside.

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"Hey!" Luna perks up as Sean answers the phone.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Smith?" Diddy laughs at her, cutting right to the chase.

"We're performing on GMA tomorrow morning. I was hoping you had a jet in LA that we could use to get to NY tonight." Luna answers, knowing he appreciates no bullshit.

"You and Colson are on GMA tomorrow morning?" He responds in amazement.

"Shit, Sean. You sound like I do with my career!" Luna laughs at his reaction.

"Nah, nah... I knew they were looken' to book y'all, I just didn't know it had happened this quick." He answers, trying to cover his ass.

"A happy Sean means Yes to a jet, right?" Luna coaxes out the answer she wants.

"Yeah, yeah. What time you need it?" He asks as his mind starts running a hundred other ideas.

"I don't know... 5Pish?" Luna prepares to negotiate.

"No problem. I'll have it up and ready for you. Yo! Tell The Kid I said Congratulations. You two break a fucking leg. I'll be watching." Sean tells Luna.

"Thanks. I'll let him know... And thank you again for the jet. It'll be so much easier with all of our shit." She goes on to finish up the conversation to his No Problems and more Congratulations.

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"We got a jet, MOTHERFUCKERSSSS!" Luna shouts with a laugh. "We just gotta be at the hanger by 5P." She goes on to inform The Gang.

As Luna and Colson head up the stairs to shower, they can hear Sam shouting for everyone to remember to grab their boards; she has a line on a party tonight that she doesn't wanna miss. Besides, no true native drives in NYC. They walk, bike, ride the subway or hail a cab. It's only the cool kids that grind their way through the Five Burroughs.

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"Sean wanted me to tell you he's proud of you." Luna says to Colson as she pulls her tank top off.

"Really?" His chin cocks in her direction as he reaches into the shower to adjust the water temperature.

"Mmhmm." Luna purrs as she steps out of her black panties; catching Colson's eyes on her as she looks up.

"Fuck, you're hot." He pants as he wraps his long arms around her tiny, naked waist before sliding his two large hands up her body to cradle her head with them and kiss her deeply.

Luna can't resist Colson. There is no allowing him to consume her being, it just happens. Connecting so incredibly easily and naturally on not just a physical, mental and emotional level but out of the insane, unquenchable necessity they have for the other. The way Colson and Luna love each other is beyond intense.

Proving so as he lifts her up onto the countertop without their mouths separating for longer than a second. Kissing each other hungrily as he slides between her bare thighs and their hands roam each other's naked, tattooed bodies. Colson sucks on Luna's neck as she wraps her legs around his waist and works him into her slowly. She gasps in pleasure as he moans during their way towards her back wall. Once he's fully in, Luna loosens up a bit as her soaked pussy engulfs him.

"Fuck, you're so TIGHT." Colson's breath tickles her ear and neck as his words directly entice her pussy into all of his Bad Things.

Grabbing her ass, he pulls her hair with his other hand. Groaning as her walls clench tighter around him, loving his assertive actions. Syncing together roughly as they both cum on the bathroom countertop.

"FUCK." Colson sighs as he kisses Luna's right temple.

"Shower?" She asks while still catching her own breath.

"Yeah... " Colson breathes out.

They rest in each other's hold for a few more moments. Enjoying the quietness of the bathroom and each other's breathing. With their chaotic lives, Colson and Luna have a tendency to hoard every stolen moment between them.

Finally they get into the steady running shower. Fucking it out again. Taking in every piece of each other before stepping out. Carrying on with their usual routine of drugs, kisses and jokes as they dress for their evening flight.

"I fucking love you." Colson slams his hand onto Luna's ass cheek with authority.

"You fucking better." She laughs as she checks her face before turning around to throw her arms around him and firmly kiss his agreeing grin.

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"You know I don't ever know where I'm going." Colson tells Emma with a chuckle as he hands her Casie's bags. "We're headed to NY tonight and then I think LA but I don't know for how long until the wedding. Hit up Ash, she'll know." He advises Casie's mother of his schedule.

"YEAH... I know." Emma replies with an engrained eyeroll.

"GIVE IT TO ME, PEANUT!!" Colson shouts for his daughter as he squats down and she sprints into his open arms. "Love you!!" He declares as he attacks her with a million kisses.

"DAAAD!!" Casie squeals in laughter as she hugs and tries to wiggle away from her father all at the same time.

"Alright, alright... " He agrees after planting another loud kiss onto her cheek before letting her go.

"He's such a neeerd." Casie whispers into Luna's ear as they hug each other GoodBye.

"Yeeeeah... But he's a good nerd." Luna kisses Casie's cheek. "See you in a few?" Luna asks as she pulls back.

"Yup." Casie grins at her.

"Love you, Dill." Luna holds the young girl in for another tight hug.

"Love you, Looney." Casie replies as she squeezes her back.

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The flight to NY is rowdy as fuck. During the 6hr flight, Colson, Luna, Sam, Baze, Rook, Slim, Mod, Benny, Pete and Kev get FUCKED up. Making up Ten of Them. Except Deanna, she's only along for the flight... And to watch the many antics. Smoking blunt after blunt. Pouring drink after drink. While also snorting more than a few things along the way. The trip itself could be a whole ass Hunter S. Thompson Movie.

Luna and Colson dip out to fuck each other in the bathroom. They've already joined the mile high club together but there's something about making your girlfriend coo your name as she cums for you in the air. Especially on your Boss's private plane.

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"Listen... I only got a few things so far." Luna tries to prepare The Gang as she unlocks The Brownstone's front door.

Flipping on the light, the house is clean but bare. Over to the right is the only object on the ground floor. It's a drum kit.

"Is that for ME!" Rook shouts out in disbelief to Luna's happy grin.

Fuck everything else. Rook pulls his sticks out of his back pocket and begins to pound. Providing the soundtrack to their home as the rest of them run eagerly through their new spot. Some, Baze and Slim, check to see if anyone caused any damage during The Break In. They did not.

"YO!! WHERE THE FUCK YOU COP THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!?!" Slim shouts down the stairwell to Luna.

"He finally found his room." Colson laughs as he holds onto Luna and she snuggles into his warm scent.

They all have beds. In each of their rooms. Nothing else because they can decorate it themselves but there are king sized beds in each room with dark sheets and neon green double Xs on them.

Colson reaches his long leg over to kick the door shut. Catching a deviously inviting smile from Luna he eagerly devours her body. Breaking their new bed in with his mouth and oversized cock.

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"Nah... We're goin' under Sutter Bridge where those old half pipes are... " Nipple tries to explain to Luna where they're headed for the night.

They're all sitting along their stoop. All Ten of Them plus now Nipple and his girlfriend Carrie. Preparing to make their way into the NYC night.

"Oh!" Luna sucks her teeth. "You're talking about the old wooden half pipes!" She exclaims once she realizes where he's describing. "Okay, yeah, I know where that's at... What are we doin'? We ready ride?" She asks as she tosses her hands up.

Nipple nods and Luna goes to find Colson. He's in the kitchen but is immediately up for an adventure. With her school bag packed, boards in everyone's hands and the front door locked; The Terrible Twelve, along with Nipple and Carrie, slip in with the NYC air. Boards and hair flowing like the wind.

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There are many different kinds of parties you can find around The World. Each country or continent offering it's own type of vibe and experience. New York has no ONE vibe. Every location is different. Every party is unique. Every experience is it's own.

As the Terrible Twelve, plus Nipple and Carrie, roll over the worn down road they can hear the blasts of decks slamming, music blaring and laughter floating. Nipple's ahead of them all with Carrie close to his side. Sam follows behind as she leads Baze. Catching the feeling of home, Luna grabs Colson's hand as she plants both feet on her board and guides them into Her World.

Underneath the bridge looks like a mix of 90s nostalgia, the 70s drug scene and the repercussions of the early 2000s. Flowing together with plywood and spray paint. There's dozens of people Luna hasn't seen for months. Kicking her deck up, she grins at Colson while keeping their hands tight. Floating into exactly where she's missed.

"YO!! WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN GIRL!?!" Luna's friend Darnell shouts the main question of the night as he grips her into a tight hug.

"I've been falling in love." Luna smiles modestly as she introduces him to Colson.

Colson and Darnell hit it off immediately. Along with everyone else who Luna introduces to Colson. This relieves a huge weight off of Luna's soul. These are her people. Justin's people. Although Luna may not care what people think, their feelings are still important to her.

After introductions, Luna and Colson rip it apart on one of the many homemade half pipes. Grinning and busting each other's balls as they fly passed each other. Catching up with one another on the same lip, they ride down to grab a drink.

"I hate that you're so fucking cool." Colson teases her, finding more comfort under an abandoned bridge than in a multi million dollar club.

"No you don't." Luna grins as she cracks him a can of PBR and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

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"Yo... Where the fuck you been?" Carrie asks Luna as she lays on Sam and Sam lays on Luna; all three comfortably taking up more than half of the graffitied boards to themselves.

"I don't know... " Luna answers by waving her hands around. "I've just been doing things."

"Yeeeeah" Carrie laughs. "We hear you. It's kinda fucking weird, Dude."

"Is it bad weird?" Luna asks in a moment of uncertainty.

"No. Just weird. I can't describe it... I've been listening to you for YEARS, Loons. Both live and recorded. I guess it's just weird to have you pop up on a Spotify playlist is all... " Carrie trails, regretting saying anything at all.

"I'm on fucking Spotify?" Luna asks in horror.

Normal people would celebrate this achievement. Luna. Luna wants to climb into a kangaroo pouch and never emerge. Fame is a Monster that Stephanie described and Luna wants no parts of. But it's here, whether she wants it to be or not.

"Are you fucking serious?" Carrie laughs at her. "You can't be THAT naive. You've got three songs trending and you're about to marry MGK... Not that he's Channing or anything but he's definitely hot and you're way more out there than you've ever been... You don't know this?" Carrie scoffs in slight jealousy of Luna's resistance.

"What the FUUUUUCK... " Luna doesn't respond, just let's the rumble of the boards next to her vibrate her soul from underneath.

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Later, Luna finds herself sitting with Pete and Kevin on the lip of the old half pipe, sharing a joint along with a 40 of Old E. They're not fancy and they don't pretend to be. Sam's on the other half pipe with Mod and Carrie still grinding while Colson, AJ, Baze and Slim bust it up with Nipple as Rook and Benny talk to a group of girls. Luna can see them all as her happy feet swing free.

"I gotta ask you something." The tone in Pete's voice changes the air around them.

"What's up, Petey?" Luna asks, expecting ANYTHING except for what he's about to say.

"You didn't cheat on Colson, did you?" He questions her with hesitation.

"WHAT? NO. Why the fuck would you ask me something like that?" Luna immediately jerks her head towards her old friend.

"A thing he said." Pete admits, secretly regretting his question immediately but Luna is one of his bestfriends so he had to.

"What the FUCK did he say? Don't fucking play with me either, Petey." Luna threatens as she feels her soul drop through her already drunk belly.

"You remember the night you caught that late flight back from seeing Jackson?" Pete sighs to Luna's searing nod before he continues to elaborate. "Kells said something to the effect that it wouldn't be the first time you cheated. What was he talking about, Loons?"

"He fucking told?" Luna's heart breaks as it catches what Pete is saying to her. "I can't believe he would do that to me." Luna can feel her face heat up as her heart begins to race.

"He was talking about shit that doesn't concern him or you. ACTUALLY. But if you MUST know, I had an affair back in 2013. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go handle my fucking business." Luna's words are curt towards him before she slides down the half pipe.

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"WAIT... 2013? That means she cheated on Justin?" Pete is so confused as he watches Luna stand up and hone in on Colson. "FUCK. What did I just start." He worries as he grabs Kevin and slides down to follow behind Luna.

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Luna marches straight up to Colson and snatches his up by the arm. Dragging him away from whomever to a secluded corner under the bridge. Standing in the dark she stares up at his confused face.

"Who else did you tell about my affair with Tommy?" She asks him directly with a quiver in her angry voice.

"What?" He automatically responds after being caught off guard by the question.

"Don't lie to me Colson." Luna warns in a low voice.

"I... I didn't tell anyone really but Slim figured it out after our fight over that article." Colson admits with hesitation as he watches tears begin to drop down Luna's cheeks.

"Then what the fuck is Petey talking about?" She continues to question him.

"MOTHERFUCKER. I told him not to say shit." Colson's brain sets on fire.

"I didn't tell him anything Loons but something obviously slipped. I'm sorry." Colson apologizes as he goes to reach for her.

"No." She states as she jerks away from him. "That's not okay." She's full on crying now as the anger starts to boil. "That's not okay AT FUCKING ALL!" She finally snaps. Drawing her right fist back, she catches him on the bottom of the LeftSide of his chin. It's hard enough of a blow to knock him out of their conversation but causes no physical damage. Colson grabs his jaw in shock but not pain. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Luna screams at Colson as she shoves him with all of her force. "IT WASN'T YOURS TO FUCKING TELL!" She continues to scream through her tears while shoving him again.

"I'M SORRY!!" He yells back at her, grabbing her by the arms to catch his drunken balance.

"Get the FUCK off of me." She snarls before kicking him hard in his shin.

"AHHHHH!!!" Colson cries out in pain as he collapses to the ground and grabs his injury.

"I DECIDE WHO I TELL ABOUT MY SHIT!! ESPECIALLY WHEN IT DOESN'T EFFECT YOU!!" She's shouting again as her head viscously snakes around and hands fly like hummingbirds. "SO FUCKING WHAT!?! I DID HAVE A FUCKING AFFAIR... AND I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHO KNOWS ABOUT IT BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON IT SHOULD MATTER TO IS DEAD... You and everyone else can SUCK MY METAPHYSICAL DICK!" She screams to anyone and no one at the same time. It's been said before, Luna does not lie. "You ran your mouth on me... " She let's out with a tear drenched gasp. "I have way bigger shit than this... How can I ever trust you... Let alone fucking marry you?" Luna sighs out with a sad coldness as she looks down at him and shakes her head in disgust before walking away. Grabbing her bag and board before she disappears into the night.

The Bridge is not bothered by Luna and Colson. Only their personal entourage is truly watching what had happened. Slim walks over to Colson who's still laying on the ground. Her words strike him like lightning, stopping his heart and soul. Most of the time he knows when and when not to fight with Luna. Right now, he doesn't know what to do. Choosing not to say a word; he just lays there watching His Girl angrily stalk away from him as Sam and Carrie rush to catch up to her.

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"They are ALWAYS going through some type of bullshit." Their friends think collectively. Except for Pete; he's confused and pissed but not sure at who.

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It begins to pour as Luna drops her deck. Feeling the warm summer rain pelt her skin, she pushes off of the asphalt. Choosing to glide on the street's edge as she ignores Sam's calls from behind her. Losing her and Carrie without a second's thought.

"I can't believe he did that." Luna's heart growing weak with betrayal. Thinking of how Justin never knew about Tommy because he never asked. Shoving her foot hard onto the rainy street, she can't help but bawl as she pushes out her frustration, sadness and guilt.

"All you would've had to do was FUCKING notice and I would've told you!" Luna screams into the NYC streets as the rain drenches her soul.

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A few moments later, Dante arrived at the other side. But, his path was blocked by V, himself, who was standing still, his back turned away from him.

"You alright there, V?" Dante asked as he scratched his temple in confusion. "Aren't we - ?"

"Yes, we are." V cut him off, raising his metal cane and using it to point at something before the two of them. "We have finally arrived."

The younger brother followed V's line of sight, and what he saw before him simply took his breath away.

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

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"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

And who could blame him?

What V and Dante saw was a small group of herders, men, women, and children, walking towards the edge of the forest not far from where they were.

However, the brothers were aware that this group of people weren't just mere herders. Aside from the fact that they were dressed entirely different from the tourists and locals of Delphi, the animals that were with them were the kind that the brothers haven't seen before. In fact, it was safe to say that they would never see those kinds of creatures roaming around where they came from.

They were horses and stags. But, not just any kind of horses or stags.

The horses have two pairs of wings, a pair of twisted horns, like a goat's, and the smallest of them stood at least seven feet tall. The stags were of the same height as the horses but, they have long and twisted horns that seemingly gleamed when exposed to direct sunlight.

And they looked absolutely breath taking.

"Those horses don't look like Geryons to me." Griffon, who let go of Dante's back and landed on V's waiting arm, whispered.

"They don't look demonic to me, at all." Dante added.

"Look." V whispered, pointing at the group of herders, and Dante and Griffon did as they were told. The children, aside from the fact that they looked unearthly beautiful for their ages, seemed to float with every step they make. Like they were hovering when they skipped. And the adults? Aside from the fact that they were the most graceful group of people the brothers have ever seen, their ears,... were pointed.

"Do you think those are," Dante whispered. " ... Elves?"

"The peace - loving kind, yes." V answered as quietly as he could.

It took them quite a while before they could even make a single move. Seeing all these were foreign to the brothers, and they simply couldn't take their eyes off the otherworldly sight. And when they finally vanished through that forest, they realized that none of them has made a single move to go on with their quest.

"What now?" Griffon asked a few moments later.

"What?" Dante answered absent - mindedly, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the Elves and the strange creatures walked.

"We can't just stand here all day! Ugh!" Griffon screeched, his shrill voice piercing through the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "V, what do we do?"

"We go through that forest and follow those Elves." The poet answered, not sure what to do next after that. Which proved how unprepared they really were in going through with this wild plan.

Dante and Griffon didn't say anything else as they finally made the first step towards the Elven realm. And as they ventured, they saw more and more wondrous sights before them. The wild and exotic birds that made unique and curious little noises. The soft, sentient glow in the grass where they walked. The pastel colored sky where other, unknown creatures of all shapes and sizes freely flew. Even the sweet scent of the cool air. Everything looked and felt amazing. Breath taking.

And as they were about to enter the forest, V turned, took one last look at where they came from and saw, with wide awed eyes, the temple of the God Apollo.

Except that it was no longer in ruins. It stood tall and proud and majestic. As if the gears of time turned to restore it to its former glory and honor.

As if it was never destroyed by war, or time, or people who turned their backs on Apollo and neglected it.

Their short and peaceful walk through the forest proved to be their only reprieve from the things that were about to come their way.

As much as they wanted to stay longer in the forest, to see more strange creatures, to look at the weird and wonderful plants, flowers, and trees, and most of all, to rest their tired bones, even for just a little while, they still, unfortunately, have a score to settle. A problem to solve. Not to mention a group of murderous Elves still hot on their trails. So, they couldn't afford to stop now. Not now when they've come so far. They must go on with their journey.

And as their eyes wandered through the city they just entered, they felt more and more unsure of what to do next. For one thing, some folks were beginning to notice how strange they looked. Plus, they haven't eaten breakfast.

V, on the other hand, would not be deterred by hunger. Never.

"I think we should start looking for her." V stated, ignoring his rumbling stomach, as he cautiously looked all over the place.

"Where should we begin? I mean, look at this place!" Dante said as he waved a hand on what's before them: a bustling crowd amidst a busy town with small white buildings and stalls owned by merchants offering all sorts of food and items. "At least this thick crowd is good for some cover. Those killer Elves won't even realize we're here."

"I got some disguises!" Griffon, who just flew down carrying some stuff on his talons, happily and proudly announced.

"How and where did you get these?" V asked as he received some clean white linens from the demonic bird.

"From an old man with funny ears. And oh, I asked nicely." Griffon answered, and V knew it was a lie.

"Hey, this would totally help!" Dante agreed as he took one hot pink linen from the familiar's talons and covered his head and face with it. "How do I look?"

V didn't utter a word in fear that he might offend his brother because of how hideous he looked, and instead focused his attention back to the busy crowd. "I wonder if they're celebrating something?"

"Who knows?" Dante answered in a higher pitch in an effort to disguise his voice, as well.

"Put on yer disguise, V! We have a lot to do and we must hurry! Chop, chop!" Griffon commanded as he put on a polka - dot patterned linen over his head to cover his horns. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't do really well for a disguise.

"How do we do this? Do we just ask around?" Dante asked, once again in his high - pitched voice, as he pulled the linen lower to his face.

V narrowed his eyes at his younger brother for his shenanigans, and pointed, with his cane, at the tallest and most imposing building he could see from a distance. "The Elf who rescued us said she's the future Queen. Assuming she's a Princess," He brought down his cane, wore the white linen like a scarf around his neck, and gestured with his head towards that building he was pointing at. " ... it would make perfect sense if we go look for her there first."

Dante, with his mouth wide open, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He said in his normal voice. "Let's do this."

The three did not waste any more time. Squeezing in through the crowd of Elves dressed in all manner of weird and wonderful clothing, they made their way towards the castle but, the closer they got to it, the harder it was to walk through. And as they got closer and closer towards the huge iron gates of the castle, they found out what's causing all of this.

Apparently, a bard and a jester were performing on a platform right in front of the gates of the castle. And what's more, a group of heavily armored guards were on stand by next to the platform.

Which spells trouble for V, Dante, and Griffon.

"How do we get past that?!" Griffon, whose talons held onto V's back, said, craning his neck to see past the sea of heads to witness what's going on.

"I guess we just wait for this clown show to finish." Dante answered as he crossed his arms and started to casually watch the said clown show.

"Then, we make our move." V added as he watched the jester perform magic tricks as the bard sang in time.

As the crowd went ooh and aah with every trick the jester performed, V noticed some kind of pattern in his movements. He saw how the jester manifested some rings of energy of different sizes and colors with his fingertips, scattering them around him and invading the entire stage. He also noticed how the bard, despite him not knowing a single word of what she's singing, pronounced the lyrics, like she was actually reciting some form of poetry, and not just any kind of song. V saw how the jester made those rings of energy with each phrase she sang, and when the tone of her song got higher and somewhat more ominous sounding, the jester suddenly spread his arms wide open. And when he brought them together with a loud clap of his hands, the rings moved, ascending into the sky with such speed.

The crowd got even more excited as the jester started performing some kind of a ritualistic - looking dance, and the rings of light started moving towards the middle, slowly aligning, as the bard went on singing. With one last snappy movement of the jester and with the highest note of the bard's song, the rings finally aligned, then merged into one huge ring which reflected so many colors. And when the performance ended, the ring exploded, its many colorful shards filling the air and falling down on the audience.

V noticed everyone around him catching a shard of their own as a souvenir, so he did the same. And what happened next made his eyes wide with both surprise and amusement. The shard transformed into a piece of paper the moment it made contact with his skin. And on the piece of paper were words written in a language he, of course, couldn't understand.

And with that final magic trick, the crowd finally started to dissipate.

"I can't wait to see the Convergence!" A young girl dreamily told her friend as they made their way back to the market area of the city. "I want to see it with my own eyes."

Convergence?

"I agree with that." Her friend answered. "Fifty years is just too long for such a spectacle."

"I don't care! As long as I get to witness the Millennial Coronation, I'm satisfied."

Millennial Coronation?

"V, look!" The poet heard his brother's voice, and when he turned his attention back to their mission, he saw the guards leaving the platform to open the gates of the castle.

"Now's our chance!" Griffon whispered as he moved closer to V.

V hid the piece of paper in his pocket and followed Dante on his way to the gate.

This is it! It's all or nothing,...

"Where," All of a sudden, they heard a voice behind them, startling them and making them turn around in caution. " ... do you think you're going?"

When V saw the man who spoke those words, he felt a chill run up and down his spine in a very awful manner. Dressed and poised in a very intimidating way, with his weapon, a long sword, drawn and in clear view, V couldn't help but feel both nervous and slightly frightened before him.

V knew his limits. He can, more or less, analyze how strong his enemy is. V knew when or when not to attack.

And this,...

This was definitely one of those times they should avoid having a fight,...

The man before them smiled, his green eyes shimmering with threat, and his hard, yet ethereal, facial features seemingly mocking their very existence. "Well?" He pressed on, authority emanating from that single word alone.

"Oh!" Dante stammered, again in his high pitched tone. "We're here to,... ahh,... visit someone! Yeah."

Fuck! V savagely thought. Not now, Dante. NOT NOW!

But, V knew warnings were useless now.

"And who, might I ask, is the person you wanted to grace with a visit?" The man pried even further.

Dante's eyes grew wide as he held up a single finger. "The Princess! Yes!"

"Gahhh!" Griffon whispered as he hid his face with his wing in shame of what Dante just did.

"THEM!" They heard another voice, and when they turned to see who it was, they saw a short old man with long and twisted ears pointing an accusing and shriveled finger at them. And to make matters even worse, he was accompanied with a group of armored guards.

The old man with the funny ears!

"THEY STOLE MY TOILET LINENS!" The old man howled in agony.

"I'm surprised!" The man boomed, grinning as he pointed his weapon at them, making the other guards do the same. "I didn't know the Princess is expecting a couple of thieves as guests!" And with a sudden frown, he added. "Mortals who associate and procreate with Demons!"

Fuck,... - !

Despite V's warning, Dante unsheathed his Rebellion, clearly looking like he was awfully itching for a good fight. And when he snatched the pink linen from his face, threw it on the ground, and gave a challenging look, he spoke, "Took you long enough to figure that out." He drew his weapon and gestured with his finger, taunting the Elven male. "Let's rock, Legolas!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into,..."

None of them, even Dante himself, was able to attack the moment they heard that silken, female voice and felt a powerful presence just behind them. And even when they turned around to see who, or what it was, they only felt wind pass through them like they were nothing.

"Pulling magic tricks, eh, Legolas?" Dante said and was about to raise the Rebellion when he suddenly stopped moving.

Like something was controlling him.

It was too late. The moment Dante howled with pain and dropped his weapon to the ground, a woman with long, platinum colored hair emerged from behind Legolas and winked at him.

It was her. That powerful presence V felt,...

It came from her.

Legolas nodded with approval at the woman. "Wonderful as always, Gladiola." The man said and pointed at Dante with his sword, who was still struggling where he stood. "Do your work, my sister." He commanded with such spite.

The poet tried to react in time. He raised his left hand, ready to snap his fingers to summon his strongest familiar when the woman named Gladiola made a gesture with her fingers. And when she did, V instantly felt numb all over his body. The action she made also forced Griffon back to his body as tattoos, and the moment she made another graceful and fluid gesture with her fingers, both he and Dante fell on the ground, defeated without even a single fight.

So, this,... is the power of the Elves,... V thought as he helplessly watched the man sheath his sword, satisfied with the victory his sister has brought him.

"D - don't,... you dare - !" Dante growled through gritted teeth as he watched the guards take the Rebellion and V's cane away. He looked up and saw Gladiola smiling down at him, her gaze both alluring and deadly. She walked closer towards him, knelt down, and touched Dante's hair, the action instantly knocking him out unconscious. She, then, stood, and went straight to where V was.

The last things the poet saw before he closed his eyes were her melancholic green ones, and her stoic facial expression as she laid a hand down his head.

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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Today was a pretty excellent day. I had work but it was an excellent shift.

I slept pretty good. But getting up was really hard. James helped me get up. He made me a sandwich. And I got dressed. Wore the skirt I made yesterday. Felt cute.

It was warm out today. But my ride down to the museum was nice. And i got to work setting up the tour. Ran into the other educators. I was only scheduled for one tour today and it was a senior group! I hadnt had one before and I was excited!

And I was right to be! They were so nice. They got here about a half an hour early and they all had to use the bathroom which was very funny. Some of them were actually only like 70 not as old as I was anticipating. But they were all so nice and so sweet. One of the guys in the group was very skinny and tall and had suspenders on. He was very nice to me. He kept telling me how happy I seemed and how I just seem to love life. And that made me feel good. We broke them into two groups and that man and his wife are on my tour and everyone else was swimming. I also have the only two African American women on my tour, who was a mother and daughter. The mother being very very very old and in a wheelchair. It was really interesting the house an older black person on my tour but especially a woman. So I made sure I looked at her face when I said stuff to hear her reaction and kind of see if I was going in the right direction. We're trying to make a concerted effort at the Museum to find ways to talk about the African American story in the industries. And right now I only have a few places so I'm trying to do more research there.

The tour went great. Had a great time talking to them I got laughs and gasps and good questions and statements. They seemed really interested and I just had a really good time talking to them. It was a lot of fun.

And Liz from access art was there! Not on my tour but on an educator strip. A bunch of teachers from different schools with Baltimore city were taking a trip to see what the field trips were like. It was so nice to see her. And I was able to talk to her at the end of my tour and kind of ask some questions about what she's doing and how things are going with her. And encourage her to request me as an educator if she does bring a field trip group there to the museum. And we talked about a little bit of the African American storytelling that I brought up and she thinks that it's great and on her mural tour she's writing something very similar about printmaking so I might try to go on that tour when I get started to get some more information.

After I was done talking to Liz I went back over to my group who was just kind of hanging out waiting for the other half to be done. And the old man came up to me to just tell me how much he enjoyed the tour and he gave me $7. He didn't have to give me any money. So I gave him a hug. It was very nice of him. I actually got a couple hugs. Including from one woman who reminded me of my Grandma Rose a lot and felt like my grandma Rose when she hugged me. Like hard but her skin was soft. Like squishy soft. XU had a layer squish. That doesn't make any sense in sounds terrible but it was a really nice. I like old people.

We finished up and we talked about a couple more things while the other group got together. They went and watched a little movie in a theater and then they left.

I finished up and headed across the street to the bike store to get bolts and inner tubes. And it was hot outside! Like really bad. So I decided I would like halfway home and stop for food somewhere cold. Something with air conditioning. So we went to Xs which is kind of fusion Diner / sushi bar.

My poor waitress was so stressed out. The restaurant is 3 1/2 fours and they had sat me at the bar on the first floor and she was taking orders from both the first and the third floor. And she was really stressed and she kept apologizing. And I told her it would be easier if I just moved to the third floor. And she kept saying no no don't do that and I was like no it was going to make it better I'll do that I don't mind so I moved up to the top floor to try to make her life better. But she was obviously frazzled. So I ended up giving her my $7 tip that I got at the Museum because I felt like she needed it. Need a little bit of a pick-me-up. And I just tried to keep telling her that she was doing a good job and not to worry. I hope it helped brighten her day a little bit.

I came home after that. And when I walked into the apartment the mail person was there. It's a woman. And I asked her about a note that I had had written on one of my packages and she had no idea what it was about so must have been something before I even got to her. She was really nice.

But then I got like inside the building proper and it was filled with smoke. Like I was concerned there was a fire smoke. I got up to my apartment and there's no smoking here thankfully. So then I went up to the third floor and Nicholas and Kimberly who are upstairs neighbors, I'm at Kimberly for the first time this morning on my way out, were opening all the windows because apparently they had burnt pancakes.

They are so cute. They have snakes and plants everywhere and a pet rat and their apartment is just the epitome of a happy Haven. It is filled with crystals and tapestries and hippie stuff. It was wonderful. And they're both so sweet. They invited me inside so I could see the layout of their apartment and they said that if I ever wanted to come up and hang out and they even have a comfy chair and a bookshelf in the hallway that they call their free library and it's all like a vegetarian and vegan cookbooks and meditation books and it was so funny. I'm going to take him up on that though because they seem great and I want to be their friend.

They had to head out though so I came back down to the apartment. I took a bath and cooled off. I've mostly been chilling. I watched videos Frozen I tried to install the pull up bar but I decided I didn't like it in this one doorway so I'm going to move it to the other doorway. I had to repaint part of the wall because of this but that's fine. I change the eyes on the kitty pillow that James got me again. Made them a little smaller and I think it looks better now. I did a little bit of my collage I played with sweet pea. I rested in bed for a while. And then I remembered I need to switch the renter's insurance over and it was a whole thing online and it wouldn't work so I had to call in the woman I talked to you was very nice and I was able to move the insurance policy to this apartment and add James to it. So we are protected again.

I'm just kind of been having a nice afternoon though. James should be home soon. I will fix his bike and maybe I'll work on some art some more. I hope I sleep good. I have the morning off and then I'm doing tours in the afternoon. Going to bring my book with me and maybe it'll just be chill. Or maybe I'll give a couple tours or maybe I won't. You never know.

I hope you all have a great night. Keep sending those Good Vibes. Sleep well.

#ootd #selfie #babe #wotk #nice day #weird dog #cat #wensday

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btshogwartsauheadcanons · 6 years

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Hmm! Headcanons for Jungkook, V and J-Hope crushing on a girl who's a little bit younger than them and in Ravenclaw? They're a little bit shocked because her personality made them think she should be in Hufflepuff instead. I'm so sorry if this is too specific!!! Honestly I love your blog so much i actually screamed when I came across your headcanons for the first time

Yay first request! Thanks so much for sending this in and I hope you enjoy the rest of my blog’s content!!

Jungkook

You’ve known about Jeon Jungkook for a while since most of your classmates have a huge crush on him

Yeah you admit that he is pretty good-looking and talented but you’d rather leave the guy alone than stare at him 24/7

One day you were waiting for your Slytherin friend to finish up Quidditch practice when you see Jungkook fly directly into the wall of the stadium area and fall to the ground (the poor boy had been so tired from Quidditch practice that he wasn’t quite thinking straight)

You were the nearest person so you ran to him quickly and applied pressured to a bleeding cut on his head while the rest of the team called for a nurse and he was rushed to Madame Pomfrey

Even though you didn’t know him you were still really worried and followed Madame Pomfrey into the clinic to wait until he got better

All of his hyungs quickly hear about it so they rush to the clinic as well while he’s still passed out

When Jungkook he sees all of his hyungs sitting near his bed and you curled up on a chair nearby

His hyungs tell him about the accident and that you were the first one to rush to him when it happened and that you were in the clinic ever since and Jungkook is hella touched

When you wake up Jungkook is also okay but you bombard him with questions like if he’s hurting anywhere or if he wants to eat anything

He’s genuinely surprised at the amount of care that a person can have

But Jungkook is really okay and even offers to walk you to your common room since it is pretty late and he wants to return the favor in some way

You’re a bit shy but you accept the offer and the two of you leave the clinic

He starts walking you to the Hufflepuff common room and he’s like “You’re a Ravenclaw???”

He honestly thought you were a Hufflepuff because of how much you cared for him even though you two barely knew each other but oh well

Jungkook’s internally happy that your common room is much farther because it means he can talk to you a bit more

Both of you are really into music and have the same favorite artists

Once you’re at the Ravenclaw common room he regrettably lets you go

After that, Jungkook looks forward to Quidditch practice even more because he knows you’ll be there waiting for your friend

He gets really soft though when he hears you cheering for him

After some time, he plucks up the courage to ask you to listen to this new CD his parents delivered to him so your interactions have graduated to listening to music together

He loves that you always think about bringing snacks when you two hang out

Lol this boy takes advice from 80’s romance movies and makes mixtapes in order to win your affection

He actually confesses to you via mixtape by putting together a bunch of songs that hints towards his feelings for you

And it makes you so flustered he finds you even cuter

Fuck this makes me so soft aasjgaksdj

Taehyung

You guys are in the same house so he kind of notices you around the common room at first but he never did try to initiate a conversation

Actually you’re the one who starts a conversation with him first when you notice him observing a knarl he’s keeping in a box

(Knarls are small creatures similar in appearance to hedgehogs. It is often hard to win their allegiance and their quills are often used as potion ingredients)

You see him trying hard to win it over in order to pet it by feeding it berries and nuts but to no avail and because you’re curious too, you decide to check out the knarl

“Maybe it likes something else?” you suggest and sit next to him on the floor before the knarl perks up and heads straight to you

“Or someone else,” Taehyung raises his eyebrows as you pick up the knarl who’s already cuddling up to you really affectionately

(shit knarls are hella cute I kinda want one)

And Taehyung thinks the knarl is hella cute now that it’s not trying to attack him with it’s quills

BUT MAN SO ARE YOU

Taehyung wonders why he’s never noticed you before or talk to you

So he starts a conversation with you about magical creatures and is pleased to find you love them as well so you guys talk for a pretty long time

You even help Taehyung win over the knarl’s allegiance so guess who’s a double happy little camper

After that he tries to find opportunities to hang out with you more

He’ll take you with him to Hagrid’s hut when Jungkook and Jimin are busy with quidditch practice

He loves seeing that you CARE for MAGICAL CREATURES (yes I’m pathetic at making puns *cue windshield-wiper laugh*)

You make sure that all Hagrid’s creatures are well-fed and that Buckbeak gets his daily grooming

Like, even though brushing an entire hippogriff is a grueling task, he’ll still find you standing next to Buckbeak with a hairbrush in your hand, your hair tied back, and a determined look on your face

For some reason seeing you like that makes him really soft

Seeing you kind of reminds of Jimin and the way he cares a lot for the greenhouse plants

At the same time he’s pretty surprised you’re not in Hufflepuff because your caring personality sometimes keeps you from the whole “pursuit of knowledge” most Ravenclaws got going on

But that isn’t necessarily a bad thing

Like, Taehyung knows so many other Ravenclaws who would refuse to let a creature go, even subject it to stress, just to study it for the “pursuit of knowledge”

But you’re not like that, you put their safety above everything else

It makes you all the more special to him and he’s scared to admit his feelings for you because he thinks he might not deserve you

He talks about you A LOT with his friends though

You kind of pick up that he has a crush on you when you overhear him talking to Namjoon but you wait for him to confess to you anyway

Hoseok

The first time he sees you is in the Hogwarts kitchens and he assumes that you’re a Hufflepuff first year since he finds a lot of them in the kitchen looking for snacks in between classes

He immediately likes you when he sees you, not just because he likes almost everyone (which he does), but because you were also helping a house elf with rolling out sugar cookie dough and cutting shapes

He sees a lot of Hufflepuffs getting snacks from the kitchen and talking to the house elves but he doesn’t see a lot of them trying to help out and having fun with it

You immediately recognize Hoseok because he’s really popular and has a reputation for being nice and a good Quidditch player

He also decides to help you out with your task and you love the fact that he’s also really nice to house elves and not only to wizards and witches

After the sugar cookies are baked, the house elves send you two off to your common rooms with a healthy amount of sugar cookies

Like Jungkook, Hoseok is really confused when you head off in a different direction and you tell him that you’re a Ravenclaw

Which makes him a bit disappointed that you two aren’t in the same house because he won’t see you as often in the Hufflepuff common room

He offers to walk you to your common room anyway but he immediately knows that he’s HELLA crushing on you

He asks Seokjin for advice on how to win your heart because he’s popular with girls and stuff

So Seokjin suggests using food to win your heart (that definitely wins my heart tbh) and teaches Hoseok all these really easy recipes he could do

The first thing Hoseok makes are sugar cookies again (but in the shape of hearts because he’s so extra) and he says that the house elves want to give it to you because he’s still kind of shy and when you say it tastes delicious he feels like cartwheeling off a broom

He actually does during Quidditch practice that afternoon and Jimin freaks out

After that he keeps on cooking and giving you food like sweets and sandwiches, only this time he admits that he’s the one making them

But he’ll kind of play it off though by saying that he’s just “experimenting” with cooking and wanted to see if what he’s making tastes good

A little birdie (Jimin) tells you though that Hoseok isn’t just “experimenting” and he really wants to impress you

And you think it’s just so sweet

During Quidditch games Hoseok practically falls off his broom when he hears you cheering for him instead of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team

Knowing that he’s cooking stuff for you, you try to return the favor by watching him during Quidditch practice and passing him a bottle of water or a hand towel

When Hufflepuff wins the Quidditch House Cup (is that what it’s called?) he invites you to the celebration in the Hufflepuff common room

And he confesses to you when the party’s over

You guys make the perfect couple UwU

#bts #bts Hogwarts au #bts Hogwarts scenarios #bts Hogwarts headcanons #Hogwarts au #Hogwarts headcanons #ask #ravenclaw s/o #hoseok #jungkook #taehyung

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fly-pow-bye · 6 years

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “The Blossom Files”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Caitlin Vanarsdale, Angela Zhang

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

The truth is out there...and you're not going to like it.

The episode starts with Bubbles, Buttercup, and Barry recreating a portal to space from a magazine to find out the truth about the aliens from some distant galaxy. Blossom shows up, and she is annoyed at all of this. Not because this gate to the stars is clearly made up of cardboard, appliances, and Blossom's toothbrush randomly put in the shape of one, though it probably doesn’t help, but because...

Blossom: There’s no such things as space aliens! How do I know this? Because there’s absolutely zero proof! If you can’t see it, there’s no proof!

No, not just the specific aliens they're talking about, or the methods they're doing to get those aliens to appear, but to Blossom, aliens don't exist. Because it's not like Blossom has even seen an alien, never mind fought them. Especially not broccoli aliens. Especially not aliens that can predict their every move.

And especially not transforming alien crimelords. For the record, this episode did air in other countries before Never Been Blissed. Those other two examples came from the original; the reboot still can't decide whether or not that show happened.

Still, the Powerpuff Girls have fought giant monsters, super-powered vikings, ghostly Elvis supervillains, the devil, and magical extra-dimensional twerking pandas. The possibility that something around the billions of suns in this universe is alive should not be too hard to believe. This could be irony, but the episode does nothing to suggest that was intentional.

As those silly alien believers activate their gate to the stars, a surprise visitor emerges and asks them to take them to their leader! Buttercup tries to act like one, but the alien immediately tells her she is not a leader. A good tie in to the personality of who this turns out to be.

Of course, it’s just Blossom doing a prank towards the people she loves. Well, maybe not Barry. I hope. She's the bad guy of the episode, after all! She continues to mock the alien believers, knowing this will in no way blow up in her face like that kid who cried wolf.

I could see where they're going with this. Bubbles, Buttercup, and Barry are doing this unbelievable action to find some unbelievable creature, and Blossom, the super-smart one that knows everything, is the one that’s the down-to-Earth science believer that mocks them for it. The alien believers even put on tin-foil hats in the previous scene to secure their placement in this stock plot original storyline.

At night, Blossom gets up to get a glass of milk. Strawberry milk, to be precise. It’s almost like that old Got Milk commercial Blossom was in, except without all of that pesky crime fighting it came with. Clearly, we just needed more Blossom thinking her sisters are buffoons for believing in aliens.

Speaking of which, the fake gate to the stars starts flashing, and Blossom goes out to investigate, and to stop the gate from wasting all the electricity. Struggling to find the off switch, something pops out of the portal and steals her strawberry milk.

Specifically, a baby octopus-looking alien named Chiru. Clearly, it must be an alien; it can only say its own name. If it was an animal in this reboot, it would be talking and giving Bubbles less of a reason to exist. I'm surprised that they decided to avoid Blossom trying to rationalize what she's seeing, one look at this alien is all it takes for her to become a believer.

Blossom follows around Chiru throughout the night, as it takes her on a journey throughout a forest and a lake. It uses its powers to grow trees and generate fireflies, giving Blossom some great scenery to be in awe at. I actually really like this scene; it eschews the reboot's focus on dialogue and humor and focuses more on building a dream-like atmosphere.

I could imagine this whole scene being a dream, and I was dreading to think they were going to just smash cut to Blossom waking up. However, the way they cut from this scene made me feel like they're leaving up to the viewer if it really was a dream. It made me more interested in watching the rest of the episode to see where it was going, which should be a standard.

We fade to Blossom waking up the next morning on her couch after supposedly laying in the middle of a grassy field grown by Chiru, and immediately wakes up her sisters to tell them all about her adventures with the alien. Buttercup thinks Blossom is playing another prank on her, but she drags them outside to see all of the wacky stuff the alien did. To her shock...

There's only an adorable raccoon, according to Bubbles. Much like a lot of episodes in the reboot, there's very little to seperate Buttercup and Bubbles other than Bubbles' actions being sillier. I will give this episode a point for having a joke that implies Bubbles can still talk to animals.

Blossom desperately tries to point to where all the alien plants were, but they're gone, too. Bubbles gives the most down-to-earth explanation that she dreamt the whole thing, while Buttercup calls her a nutbar. Blossom is not willing to let her beliefs be challenged by what are surprisingly believable explanations from the airhead and the rascal, so she decides to do a plan.

The next night, Blossom decides to set up a photo camera, draw a few crop circles in the ground, bang a gong in the middle of the night, and laying out a glass of strawberry milk, all to lure out Chiru. Blossom doesn’t even put on her pajamas before this, but neither do Bubbles and Buttercup when they come up to ask why Blossom is doing any of this. See, the tin-foil hat has turned; now it's Blossom being the wacky alien believer this time!

I should point out that even though Blossom is acting like the pinhead this time, even if she might be right, they decide not to do any wacky face jokes with her. In fact, the only real wacky face jokes is Buttercup's face shrinking when she goes "ooo-ooo-ooo" when talking about aliens. This is one inconsistency I can appreciate. With Bubbles and Buttercup on the side of the non-believers, who can Blossom turn to?

Enter Barry Macherbacher, who just decided to show up in full Men In Black gear. He is less willing to consider Blossom a nutbar, but he denies Blossom's claim because the alien she's describe doesn't sound anything like the aliens in his big red book. As soon as he reveals this picture, Blossom points out something behind him.

Well, so much for the “what if she really was dreaming” possibility, as we suddenly see a giant, tentacled alien coming out of the portal. It's rather sudden, though I do appreciate that they chose the ending that makes sense in this universe.

The Powerpuff Girls could easily take this monster on with all of their ultra-super-powers. They're not going to be instantly tied up in the alien's tentacles, and be helpless to the point where they need a raccoon to save them.

They instantly get tied up in the alien's tentacles, and Bubbles attempts to get a raccoon to save them. They do not even try to fight this monster. No eye lasers, no super strength, no aura powers, as far as this plot goes, they may as well be ordinary human beings. Bubbles doesn't even attempt to speak raccoon; it could have reminded me this was not meant to be a plot to a different cartoon.

(The racoon leaves)

Bubbles: Ah, Waterloo all over again.

Oh yeah, Blossom dressed that racoon up as Napoleon because...I have no idea. It is the one thing that seems to be consistent with what we've seen in the reboot so far: Blossom still doesn't know who won the Battle of Waterloo.

Suddenly, Chiru shows up in full view, and does some sort of wave attack. This causes the tentacle monster to go back into the portal, letting go of the Powerpuff Girls. Chiru also destroys the portal and Blossom's camera, and then just leaves. Yes, mark this as yet another episode where the Powerpuff Girls have to be saved by the character of the week.

The episode ends with Blossom gloating that she knew she was right all along about Chiru, and does a victory dance out of screen. The only real punishment she gets for essentially bullying her sisters because they believed in aliens before is Buttercup calling her a nutbar again. The episode suddenly cuts to black, with no real resolution. Well, I guess this is supposed to be like the X-Files.

Does the title fit?

They were going for Mulder and Scully, in both ways.

How does it stack up?

I try to find some positives with every episode I review, and it was easy to spot here. I was intrigued when I saw Blossom flying around with the alien in the dream-like forest, and it's sad that the rest of the episode does not live up to it. It's good to see Barry in a major role, too, even if he doesn't really do anything funny.

Other than that, I could not get into this episode. Your mileage may vary, but this flying object is best left unidentified.

Next, PPG 2016 tackles the timely pop culture sensation that is Survivor!

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never-enough-darksiders · 7 years

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Asfds another awesome darksiders blog?! This has made my week :D. If it's not too much trouble could you do something for how the Horsemen, Samael and Azreal would cheer up an SO when they're upset?

Fuq yeh bro~ ask away!

There’s NEVER ENOUGH DARKSIDERS BLOGS!

Do ya get it, heh. That’s why I named my blog what it is. HAAAH.

I did Fury already, sorta. Which you can read (Here)

WAR

He stared at your form as you lay in the bed. You’d have told him you were fine, but really your insides wouldn’t stop twisting and turning like a machine. Your head was foggy with emotions, but one was clear. You were traumatized. The killing of the human race. The demons that lurked the earth. The ones that ached to kill you.

You kept your back to the rider, hoping he’d think you were asleep. The rider was smarter than that, and you both knew it. “Y/n,” the rider placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles. You stiffened, trying to stop your body from jolting as you continued to uncontrollably sob. “Speak. I know something is wrong.”

You stayed silent other than a sigh, which came out more like a whimper. The noise that escaped from your chapped lips made you hold your breath, afraid of the horsemans response. When one didn’t come, you took a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

You couldn’t help but give a small grin at the annoyed huff War made. You sat up, his hand retreating form your shoulder while you looked at him. Your eyes were red and puffy, but you nodded and smiled at him regardless. “I promise, I’m okay.”

“If you keep up with these lies, I will lose trust for you y/n.” Your smile faltered enough for the rider to sigh, and wrap an arm around you. “You should feel lucky, I do not usually give such chances to just anyone.”

You hummed, leaning into his touch. “What of Strife?”

War chuckled, shaking his head. “You do not want me to tell you just how many I’ve given him, y/n.” the rider gave your arm a gentle rub. “However, you will get as many chances as you need from me, if it helps you to heal.”

“Heal?” you craned your neck to look at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“I am no fool, y/n. The effects of what you’ve witnessed must be a heavy weight on your shoulders. Should anything else bother you so much, would be a surprise to me.” he felt your shoulders slump. “If you continue to feel bad, I shall just have Strife come over an-”

“NO!” you shouted, laughing and gently pushing away form the rider, who now gripped you tightly in a hug. “I can’t deal with his tormenting, he’s too annoying!”

War grinned, letting out a soft chuckle and clinging you to him. After letting out a hefty sigh, you leaned back comfortably in his embrace. You couldn’t help but feel lucky to have someone like him at your side.

STRIFE

“Yo. The heck are you all mopey about?”

The sharp shooter stared at you, squinting. You put your hands up in front of your face, pushing away at the horseman.

“You’ve been actin’ really weird. Like, bad weird. You barely say two words and ya’ keep headin’ off to yourself. What’s up short stuff?” he placed his hand on both of yours, pushing them away from your face.

“It’s nothing. Just leave me alone, okay?” you scooted past him, brushing your arm against his as you retreated to the kitchen. You made your way to the cupboard that homed your cups, pulling one out and getting ready to pour some ice water into it. Strife stayed on your heels, studying you.

“Ya’ sure? You’re drinking water. You always have that lime green fizzy drink. What’s it called?”

“Mountain Dew.”

“Yeah, that.”

You sighed, taking a sip of your water. “It’s just a drink, Strife. I’m fine.” You brushed by him again, maneuvering to your living room to plop yourself on the couch. The rider continued to follow you, standing in front of you once you sat down. You looked up at him while sipping your drink, Strife was intensely studying you.

He hummed, before a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Maybe some ‘adult naptime’ would lift your mood?”

Nearly choking on the water, you coughed and chucked a pillow at him. “Don’t say things like that!”

“What? Why?” his expression turned to one of false hurt, placing a hand over his chest.

“You know why!”

“OHHHH. I get it. It’s ‘cus you’re so embarrassed, right?” You huffed in response, setting your drink down and crossing your arms over your chest. “The shy ones are the freaks in the sheets~”

“Oh my gosh, stopppp.” you covered your hands with your face, and jolted when a sudden pair of arms wrapped around your upper body. Your hands stayed over your face as you let out a heavy sigh. “Strife, please.”

“Oh-ho-hooo. You know I like it when you beg~!” The rider nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, letting out a chuckle as you groaned. “C’mon, you know you like the way I talk to ya’.”

“A bit more than I care to admit.” your hands dropped to your sides, a smile plastered on your face.

“There’s my brighteyes!” Strife practically shouted, a bit of laughter spilling out behind it.

“Shut up. You’re too goofy for me not to smile when you talk.”

“Good.” he said. “Then you can stop feeling so bad all the time.” Strife gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, followed by resting his chin on your head as he held you.

You sat comfortably like this, until you realized something was poking you.

Well, you knew where this was going to lead.

DEATH

You and Death had been sitting quietly beside each other for awhile now. Sure you were watching a movie, but normally it was background noise as you tried to coax conversation out of Death. Though he’d never admit it, he adored how you’d push to be closer to the rider- in many ways.

Today was different. You were silent the whole time, and with his minimal glances he realized you weren’t even watching the movie. You were spaced out, hugging your knees to your chest.

“Y/n?” the rider spoke, frowning behind his mask as he saw you flinch from his words.

“Hm?” you didn’t turn to him, but turned your attention to the movie.

“Are you alright? You are acting odd today.”

“Whatcha’ mean?”

“Well, you cease to annoy me so far.” Death let out a chuckle as you gave his arm a slight punch.

Your attention was pulled back to the movies, but it didn’t last long. Your thoughts trailed off, you weren’t even aware of it when Death turned off the movie and was now kneeling in front of you.

“Y/n. Look at me.” Your eyes trailed themselves to his face. His mask was off, his eyes showing nothing but concern. “What is wrong?”

You sighed and shook your head. “Nothin’, just not feeling like myself.”

There was a moment of silence, before a hand slowly crept its way on top of one of your own. You grinned, wiggling your hand a bit to turn and hold his own. You both let out low chuckles.

“You are much too easy to please, y/n. If all I must do is hold your hand, perhaps I should do so more often.”

You let out a hearty laugh, nodding in his direction. “Any affection from you is good enough, Death. Just don’t make yourself uncomfortable.”

“I could never be uncomfortable in your presence, little one. You’re much too precious.” The rider leaned in and planted a kiss to your cheek. A smile became glued to your lips the rest of the night.

SAMAEL

You were admiring yourself in a mirror- and I use this term loosely.

You’d put on a piece of clothing you knew the demon liked you in, but it didn’t for the same as before. “I think I gained weight.” you spoke to yourself, pouting at the reflection. Of course, this realization ruined your day.

You switched into your comfy-clothes, a sweater and jeans. Regardless of it being hot, your self esteem was enough to make you not care.

Immediately after seeing you, Samael leaned down at you. “Y/n? What are you wearing? I may not be human but I am well aware it is much too hot to wear such clothing.”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Hmm. Are you sure?” Samael raised an eyebrow at you, leaning back.

“Yeah, I’m sure Hellboy.” you sighed, walking to the side of his throne. He chuckled at the nickname, staring at you while you moved.

He kept staring.

He was still staring.

Good god he wouldn’t stop staring.

“Why’re you staring at me?”

“You are a bad liar. What is wrong?” he placed his hand in front of you, signaling for you to step into his palm. You did, and he held you in his lap.

“I’m just feelin’ a little down today, that’s all.” you took a deep breath, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater.

“Well, we are in what you humans would call ‘hell’, so I’d assume you are down indeed.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, which made the large demon give a slight grin. “Did you know, on earth there is a name for the times it would rain while your sun was still out?”

“Really? I’ve never heard of that.”

“The Devil is beating his wife, and marrying his daughter.”

“Woah- wait what? Where’d you learn that?”

Samael let out a low laugh as he watched your expression turn to shock and worry. “It was apparently common in a place called ‘France’.”

“France needs to get ahold of itself, holy crap.”

You both shared a laugh with this new information, as you fell back into the palm of his hand. For a demon lord, he sure was nice to you.

AZRAEL

Humming from your angel was filling the air around you, while you casually walked beside him. You kept your eyes to the ground, thinking about everything going on lately. Sure, you were special to the angel, but you weren’t actually special. Him and everyone he knows are special. Archangels, horsemen of the apocalypse, demon lord, yadda yadda. You’re just a human.

“y/n, why do you not sing with me as per usual?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. Just outta the mood today I guess.” you shot him a smile,; one he clearly didn’t trust.

“Oh, no no no. Y/n, you will join me. Come now,” the angel grabbed one of your hands, playfully yanking you towards him. He began to sing, but stopped once he realized you wouldn’t participate. “Please, y/n.” he said, now grasping both of your hands.

How could you say no to that?

You both started singing, as you slowly began to get louder and more confident with your words. Azrael gave you a warm smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

Perhaps you were just as special, to him at least.

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Nonbinary!Sam explaining to Dean that they're nonbinary and what that means to them. :3 Thanks in advance!!!

They’re comfortable: the laptop’s on Netflix, the couch is wide enough for two huge guys, and there’s beer for both of them, each holding a bottle with an unopened one still on the table. Dean’s still aching from the hunt, he’s got a few colourful bruises on his ribs and his arm protests whenever he lifts his bottle to his mouth, but overall, things are good. They’re alive, they’re well-fed, and they’re together without bickering for once - even Sam looks like he’s enjoying himself, the tension in his body lifted for the first time since Wednesday at least. Dean looks at him and chuckles to himself; man, he’s happy here.

The sound makes Sam turn towards him, frowning with a hint of a grimace on him.“What?” he asks, and Dean shrugs.

“I’m just - man, I feel really good right now. Really, really good.”

Sam shakes his head and sips his beer before lowering it back on his lap. He stretches his neck - Dean can hear it pop - and rubs at his shoulder, the same one he smashed against a door just yesterday.

“You know,” Dean continues, turning his gaze back towards the laptop, “Life really isn’t that bad sometimes.”

“You’re seriously happy, aren’t you,” Sam huffs and slides his finger down the neck of his bottle with one of those judgemental grins on his face that he reserves for Dean.

“Well, name one thing you aren’t happy with right now, because I’m happy about pretty much everything.”

It’s Sam’s turn to chuckle.“Alright. Man, I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“You aren’t?”

“I’m not saying that. I am. I’m just - you’re overdoing it and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

Dean grins. He drinks a big gulp of beer and plants the empty bottle on the table to pick up another one.

“Name one thing - one thing that isn’t perfect right now.”

“My foot’s going numb,” Sam offers dully as Dean opens up the next bottle.He gains a nasty look from his brother in response, but instead of acknowledging it, he readjusts on the couch and sighs.

They watch the film on the laptop’s screen together for a while in silence, long enough for Sam to empty his beer and start up the next one. He curls up against the arm rest of the couch and yawns; Dean glances at him and nudges him hard.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“I’m not falling asleep.”

“Tell me,” Dean starts then, ignoring Sam’s response, “What was that thing you said the other day?”

“What thing?”

“When I said something about how great it is to be a guy.”

“The - the thing you said when you were going on and on about how sad you are that women can’t pee while standing up?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“No,” Sam scoffs, “Not particularly.”

Dean sighs.“Anyway,” he keeps on, “You made it sound like you didn’t enjoy being a guy, which, to be completely honest with you, was a bit concerning.”

Sam groans.“It’s not that,” he counters in a voice that clearly suggests he isn’t enjoying the change of subject any more than he was enjoying Dean’s previous positivity.

“Then what is it?”

“I just - nevermind. It doesn’t matter, it makes no difference.”

“What makes no difference?”

Dean’s distracted from the movie now. He pulls his legs on the couch and turns towards Sam instead, drinking another big gulp before planting his bottle next to the empty one on the table.“Tell me.”

Sam hesitates for a while. Then, he pulls himself back up again with a sigh that tells Dean exactly how little he wanted to leave his nest in the corner of the couch. He stretches his neck again looking a little pained before placing his own bottle on the table and pausing the movie.

“Alright,” he says then, “Fine. I’ll tell you, but I don’t think it’ll make much sense to you.”

“Try me.”

“I’m trying.”

It takes some time for him to find the words, but Dean lets him do it; he’s almost genuinely curious now instead of just pestering the younger brother for fun.

“Okay,” Sam says then, sighing, “I just don’t feel the way you do about being a man. I’m not masculine the way you are, and frankly, I don’t want to be, because it means nothing to me.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You drink salad for breakfast.”

Dean feels deeply satisfied about the glare he gets in response.

“Are you going to listen or not?” Sam asks him, the frustration in his voice clear now; Dean nods, hugging his legs against his chest with a devilish smirk on his face.

“I’m all ears.”

“So, being a man is part of your identity, and you make it pretty obvious. It isn’t part of mine.”

The claim causes Dean’s smirk to die down a little.“Huh?”

“I don’t feel any connection to being a man. It isn’t a part of who I am. I don’t really - gender isn’t important to me, and I don’t care about the social structures that go with the idea of it. I am who I am. I don’t get anything out of being a man or anything else, I just - want to be myself.”

“Well, yeah, but - you’re a dude.”

“No. I mean, you can call me that, it doesn’t make a difference to me. But that isn’t me, it’s just something people call me because I’m male. You know? All this - other stuff that goes with it, I don’t need it or want it and I definitely don’t feel like it’s a part of me.”

Now Dean’s just looking confused.

“So... you’re trying to say that... what?”

“I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t feel happy or sad or anything at all about being a man, because that doesn’t have anything to do with who I am. I’m not saying I’m a woman either. I just - I don’t think any of that matters.”

There’s a lengthy silence before Sam shifts a little and chuckles.

“Alright, I weirded you out.”

“No, I’m just trying to process that, because - man, I - I don’t feel that way at all. I’m a man. You’re a man, too. It’s - a part of who we are. I mean, you’re my brother, and that alone means that you’re a guy, right?”

“It’s not... really that simple. I mean, it kind of is; I don’t mind being your brother or being called a man. I just don’t connect with the concept. And, I don’t know...”

“You don’t know what?”

“I just - I’m alright with my body, you know? I don’t want to change it. But if I could choose a body, any body, and look like anything at all, I wouldn’t pick a male or a female body. I’d just pick something that would... feel like it’s mine.”

“I’d definitely pick a male body if I could choose,” Dean huffs, expecting Sam to contest it somehow - but he doesn’t. He merely nods.

“Yeah, I think you would. And that’s alright, because it’s a part of you.”

“What kind of a body would be more a part of you than the one you’re already in?” Dean asks, his fingers sorting through his hair in a baffled manner.

“Maybe one that would be a bit of both? Or just - neither, like an android body or something. But I think I’d be happiest if I could, you know, just be a little bit of everything at once.”

“That’s... weird.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Like boobs and a dick or something?”

Sam chuckles.“Going a bit personal here,” he says with a meaningful look in Dean’s direction, and his embarrassed smile catches onto Dean as well.“Not... necessarily. I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it, really. I wouldn’t mind having a little on my chest. I wouldn’t mind being a bit less - wide and big all over. I don’t care either way about the rest, really, it’s not important.”

“You’re saying you don’t care about your dick.”

Sam shrugs.“I don’t really feel anything particular about it, no.”

“That’s... seriously weird, Sam.”

Sam laughs again. He picks up his beer and wakes up the laptop.

“Can we continue watching now?”

“Uh... yeah, sure. I guess.”

The movie goes on for a while, but Dean’s thoughts are still elsewhere. Then, finally, he looks at Sam again and lets his gaze linger there. Maybe it’s not that weird, after all. Sam’s never really done anything to contradict what he said, either.

“So you’re... a male but not a man?” he asks, completely oblivious to the film.

Sam looks at him, surprised.“Yeah, something like that.”

Dean nods.“I think I - get it. I mean, I don’t, but I’m starting to.”

He gets a small smile out of Sam before the other curls back up in his corner with his bottle in hand.

“You know what?” he says then, lips tracing the bottle’s mouth before moving around it.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy, too. I can’t remember the last time things were this good for us. There’s - really nothing to complain about.”

Dean smiles.“Yeah,” he mumbles as he turns around and finally focuses on the film again, “Yeah, things are good.”

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