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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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to the person who anonymously asked about cowboy!steve and reader's future, this fic is not that. the fic you asked for will be coming very soon 🫶🏻

"Honky-Tonk Badonkadonk" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: A certain cowboy and his girl start reminiscing, what with all the things they have planned for their new bar. But maybe, just maybe, they get a tiny bit sidetracked along the way.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,674

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) 69-ing and wall sex, semi-protected piv sex (reader has an IUD but they don't use condoms), oral both!receiving, fingering f!receiving, cum swallowing, creampie, slightly public sex but not really, nicknames (princess, sweetheart, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy one time), multiple orgasms for both steve ans reader, mentions of squirting but it doesn't actually happen, explicit language, takes place in a bar, probably more because this is filthy as hell

Extra Notes: this took me so long for no good reason, i am so sorry y'all

Originally Written: 04/25/2023 - 05/12/2023; re-written 06/12/2023 - 06/13/2023

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory (ilysm!!)

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You took one last look around what was once known as The Lucky Shot, nostalgia flowing through your veins.

The bar was finally starting to look like yours and Steve's, though you nearly shed a tear when he began to paint over the four-leaf clover mural you'd come to love. You were quite sad to see the old place go, but your heart warmed as you thought through all the new possibilities.

Only one piece remained from the old furniture, the little white sofa along the far wall, right next to where the dartboard previously hung. Steve had insisted on leaving it there for when the two of you needed breaks during your renovations, but thus far it had been abandoned.

As if on cue, Steve’s lips met your bare shoulder, placing a delicate peck beside the strap of your tank top. His hands settled on your hips, his voice exhausted and thick as he said, "Come on. Let's take a break."

You were inclined to argue with him. After all, the more work you did, the closer this bar was to being finished. Steve's fan base had been excited for an opening date ever since he'd announced the making of Harrington Brewing Co. Or whatever the two of you decided to name it.

You'd both gone back and forth on what to name the place ever since you'd signed the papers, but nothing had stuck yet. So, until then, you'd settled on Harrington Brewing Co.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Steve guided you over to the couch, trailing kisses along any bare skin he could find. Sure, your fiancé always craved physical touch, but something about his gestures made you skeptical, wondering if he wanted those kisses to lead to more.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto the leather sofa. He let out a content sigh as he kissed your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible. "Can't believe we have a place that's officially ours."

You let out a sigh of your own, a wide smile taking over your face. "I know," you replied, craning your head to face him. "And just think, in a couple months, we'll be signing the papers on our first house together."

Steve's thumb drew small figure eights across your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. "I can't believe you actually want to live with me until the day I die."

"Of course I do," you told him, planting your lips on his for a long overdue kiss. "It's not every day the world's sexiest cowboy asks you to marry him."

As silly as it sounded, it really was true. A national magazine had named Steve 'sexiest cowboy of the year' and you had yet to let him live it down. Any chance you got to mention it, you'd bring it up immediately. Once, when his best friend Dustin had called, you'd even answered the phone with, "You've reached the Harrington residence: home of the sexiest cowboy alive!"

He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands planted firmly on your hips as he rolled you over. You knew this was the moment those little gestures had been leading up to, but for some reason, you couldn't force yourself to care. You just kept on kissing him.

You could feel his hard-on bump your thigh when his hips rutted, his hands moving to your ass as he rutted them a second time. You moaned as your own hips shifted, his length pressing against the front of your shorts.

"Baby," you said against his lips, "are you ready to call it a day? Head home?"

Steve's lips chased after yours, working your bottom lip between his teeth. He managed to shake his head as he pulled away. "No. I want to take you right here on this couch."

Your heart thumped so loud it made your ears ring. On the one hand, you'd always been kind of curious about public sex. On the other hand, you really couldn't tell if Steve was being serious. "Steve, anybody could-"

"Babe, it's not like anyone's gonna come in here. The place doesn't even have an 'Open For Business' sign. Besides, Harrington's Honky-Tonk isn't exactly in the town square."

You knew by the sharpness of his words that he was joking when he'd called the place by that name, but something about it felt exactly right. "That's it! That's what we'll name it. Harrington's Honky-Tonk."

"We are most definitely not naming it that, but if agreeing gets me one step closer to having my dick shoved inside you, I will gladly agree."

You rolled your eyes, your lips landing on his for a triumphant peck. "Thank you. Now, do that thing you were doing a minute ago."

His brows furrowed. "What?"

"Dirty talking and making me feel like the luckiest girl alive."

His hands gripped your waist, pushing you down against his hard-on. You gasped as he brushed against you, the friction of his jeans absolutely painful through the sheer material of your shorts. "You are the only one who has ever gotten me this hard, you know that?"

Of course you did, he reminded you every time you found yourself in a position like this. "Uh-huh," you managed, your breath caught in your throat.

"I think you should be the one to do something about it, yeah?"

You nodded, slowly moving your hand to the fastening of his jeans. His hand gripped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "No, no, not yet. I want you to cum first. Sit on my face, princess."

You cocked an eyebrow, your hands moving back to the button of his pants. "Who said we can't do both at the same time?"

"Shit," he chuckled, lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and pants down. You didn't think Steve's cock could get any prettier, but something about the way the natural sunlight was shining around him on that couch… it had your mouth watering. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

You maneuvered yourself higher so you could remove your own bottoms. "A couple times," you smirked, moving to hover above him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his mouth, his tongue immediately going to work. His hands met your hips, helping you find a steady rhythm against his mouth.

His tongue lapped at your hole, and you were already feeling weak. A sigh left your parted lips as you lowered your mouth onto his cock, your lips fitting around the head like the perfect puzzle piece.

He moaned against your clit, the vibration only pushing you further toward the edge. He left kitten licks in all the places you needed them, eliciting a whine from your lips that was silenced by his cock.

Steve lifted your hips, his mouth parting from your cunt. Your body ached with need, and you nearly pouted around his cock when he removed his mouth. "I meant what I said." He paused in between sentences to kiss your core. "I want you to cum first."

"Well, cowboy," you said, traveling one of your hands down to his balls, squeezing them in the way you knew he loved. "We'll just have to see about that."

The further into your relationship you got, the more of a competition it was to make each other cum. Whether that be you making Steve cum the hardest or him making you cum more than him, the two of you seemed to have a little competition going. Not that you were complaining. He'd made you squirt three times in one night just last week. Who were you to say anything?

His tongue plunged in and out of your hole, creating the perfect pace. You moaned pornographically around his length, your hand squeezing at his heavy balls. Your hips rolled against his face, no doubt soaking the mustache he'd been growing out. This was by no means the first time he'd eaten you out with a mustache, yet somehow, the sensation got even better every time it happened.

Your hips rutted time and time again, chasing down your high. He worked his tongue in heavenly figure eights, drinking up every drop your body had to offer him. Want filled your entire body, burning in your fingertips and curling your toes. You forced the rest of his length into your mouth, coming apart as you whimpered around it. Your cunt fluttered on his tongue, Steve's hips canting in response. Nothing got Steve off quicker than you cumming on his tongue. You knew his release was right behind yours.

He worked you through your orgasm, suckling softly on your clit and holding tight to your love handles. A muffled string of moans tumbled from your lips as you fucked your mouth with his cock, your hand fondling his tight balls. With one last thrust of your mouth, he came undone, his load shooting down your throat in warm spurts. You milked his cock, swallowing down everything his body would give you.

Your spent body fell flush on top of Steve, his dick still halfway hard as you held him in your hand. His chest rose and fell underneath you as he attempted to catch his breath. "Cowgirl, you find new ways to amaze me every day."

"You're not so bad yourself, Stevie." His cock twitched at the nickname. Your fingers traced circles around his thigh, a content sigh escaping your lips. "You ready to call it a day yet, cowboy?"

"Not yet," he answered. "There's one last thing we need to do before we leave. Up."

At his instruction, you pushed yourself off the couch, tugging your shorts back up. Steve wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your motions. "Who said it had anything to do with your clothes being on?"

Heat rushed through your cheeks as he stood and, in one swift motion, had your legs wrapped around his waist. He backed you up against the wall, the bricks digging into your skin but somehow managing to only aid your senses. His lips met your neck, nipping and sucking at the pulse point. One of his arms managed to hold your body up while the other moved in between your bodies, his thumb catching your clit in a round of intoxicating circles. Your lips fell into an open 'O' as noiseless gasps and moans fell out.

"God, you're so pretty," he whispered against the shell of your ear. "Can't believe I haven't done this yet."

Your brows pinched together in both confusion and pleasure. "D-Done what?" you managed to ask, words seeming utterly impossible as he worked at your core.

"Christened this bar with you," he answered. His lips all but attacked your neck again, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. One of his digits teased your entrance, and your hips canted against it.

You let out a moan, though confusion had fully taken over your face by this point. "Christened the bar?"

He nodded, licking over a newly purple spot on your neck. "We've owned this bar for a whole two weeks and we haven't fucked in here yet."

"Is that what you call this, Harrington?" you attempted to tease, but even you knew it was a pathetic attempt. Your voice bordered on strangled as you said, "Pretty sure fucking involves having something inside me."

His finger finally made its way inside your aching hole, the breath nearly being knocked out of your lungs. "Yeah? How's that, sweetheart?"

A string of moans tumbled off your tongue, your back arching against the bricks. "Oh, Steve," you sighed, your eyes screwing shut at the pleasure.

"Hey, baby, you think you can keep those pretty eyes open for me?" he asked, his tone sweet like he wasn't actively shoving a second finger inside you as he spoke. "Need you to see the only man who can make you feel this good."

You all but pried your eyes open, meeting his lust-filled irises. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the perfect pace, and soon, you were on the edge of cumming a second time.

He flexed the digits inside you, brushing your G-spot every time they moved. You moaned his name like a record stuck on a loop, your eyes watering as your second orgasm approached. His mouth melded to yours, catching you in a sloppy make-out session as he drove his fingers even further inside you. You'd died and gone to heaven, that was the only real explanation as to how this man could make you feel so damn good.

Euphoria took over your body, his fingers working your spent hole as you tried poorly to catch your breath. A string of profanities and whimpers fell from your tongue as he removed the digits, holding them to your mouth. You licked and sucked on his fingers, hypnotized by your taste.

He met your lips with a juxtaposing soft kiss, his hands moving to hold both sides of your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "Did so good, baby."

"Steve," you teased breathlessly, though it sounded more like a moan. "You still haven't properly fucked me yet."

"So greedy, princess," he teased back, lining himself up with your entrance. "Just can't get enough of me, can you?" He slowly pushed inside, and you fell limp against his chest. "You alright?" he asked, half serious and half playfully.

You managed to nod, heavy breaths and quiet moans falling from your parted lips. "Need you to help me out here, please," you all but begged.

He chuckled, meeting your forehead with a soft kiss and slowly pulling out of you. "Good girl," he cooed, gradually sliding his cock back into you. "Telling daddy what you want, yeah?"

It wasn't often that the two of you indulged in your daddy kink, but when you did, it never ceased to make you feel like the most special girl in the world. Your hips somehow found a way to pick up their pace again, rocking against Steve's at a delicious pace.

His hands helped guide you, your bodies practically fusing together as you met each other in the perfect rhythm. He twitched inside you as you pulsed around him, his lips trailing kisses along the skin that your tank top didn't cover. Your hands held tight to the hair on the nape of his neck, moans vibrating along your breasts.

His orgasm came first, his thick seed shooting inside you as he continued working you on his length. "Fuck's" and "Shit's" tumbled from his lips and his hips canted, his thumb moving to rub frenzied circles on your clit. Your climax burned through your body, eyes crossing as he abused your hole. You chanted his name like a mantra, like it was your lifeline.

Steve held you close as he lowered you down the wall, his lips meeting your forehead with a juxtaposing softness. He chuckled against the crease between your brow, "Thank god for IUDs, right?"

You let out a soft, shaky giggle as you reached for your panties. Your hands trembled, failing to get a good enough grip to pull them up.

Steve caught your struggle, giving you a playful smile and pulling your underwear and shorts back on for you. He zipped up his jeans with quickness, then held your hand and led you toward the door. His lips connected to your bare shoulder, the softness grounding you for a moment. "Let's go home, yeah?"

You wobbled back to his truck, your chest still heaving as you processed all that had just happened, his cum still deep inside you. He pulled the door open for you, a smirk settling on your lips as you eyed his ass. "You wanna know something, cowboy?"

He chuckled at your expression, knowing that tone all too well. "Yeah?"

Your hand met his ass, grabbing the curve of his jeans. "I think that is why they call it a honky-tonk badonkadonk."

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nvuy · 8 days

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How do you write cowboy slang so well like it doesnt sound cringe or anything HOW

im australian

in all seriousness though, just fuck the u syllable in all cases, and also any words that end in ing now end without the g.

you know = y’know

you see = y’see

suppose = s’pose (or even better, use the word ‘reckon’)

also nobody except for the royal family says the word “you” properly. i throw in ‘ya’ instead every now and then, but tone it down. imo if you use it every time he says the word, it looks like he’s rapping.

it just looks better to write “y’know… when I saw you the other day, you looked like ya…” as opposed to “y’know… when I saw ya the other day ya looked like ya…”

that’s just me tho. but thanks anyhow!

#✦ ( love mail. )#✦ ( anon. )

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itookyoudown · 14 days

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For the character ask game will you do the whole Lexington team?

i accept this challenge 😈

let's do this speedrun style.

LEXINGTON LAWMEN LET'S GO

Art

How I feel about this character: he's ... all right! i think he's perfect for his role in the show and he's got some nice little details (the hearing aids, his relationship with leslie & family, etc) and he has some great lines. S2's Blaze of Glory is FASCINATING for him and is my favorite Art episode ... that ending with Frank!! dksjfks both sad and funny and wow what an entirely human true neutral way to approach the outlaw VS lawman cat and mouse dynamic 10/10 no notes. we also get some interesting glimpses at his inner darkness + capacity for violence in him that's ... hm now that's very interesting (that time he smacked Boyd with the bible, the interrogation with the phonebook, him decking Raylan, etc) but i think overall he falls too much in line with the "Police Chief" character archetype. since Justified is a western masquerading as a police show, Art should have felt more like a sheriff but he didn't. Raylan was the sheriff of the show. though as Justified always does with their characters they gave Art a lot more personality and layers than LEO shows usually give their big boss characters. i also LOVE that Art's hope and trust in Raylan is FOREVER dashed and is never repaired during the show, such a great twist on what usually happens with the chief and their cowboy subordinate.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: ...well...i wouldn't call it "romantic" but i think we deserve at least one fucked up gross Art/Tim dead dove daddy issues smut fic, as a treat (for me) 🤡

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Art & Raylan. his odd almost-surrogate father/son dynamic where he literally disowns Raylan during the show is goddamn great and i never tire of it on rewatches of the show. i really wish we'd see it explored more in fic.

My unpopular opinion about this character: i don't think there's enough opinions on Art for anything said about his character to be unpopular, but ... i think Art had one gay experience when he was younger like @praycambrian's Art and stanley tucci fic is just canon to me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: more Art & Tim interaction!! remember when Tim gets mouthy and bratty and Art verbally lays into him with a DON'T BE A SMART ASS??!! yeah i needed to have more of Tim toe-ing the chain of command and Art putting him back behind the line, please.

Rachel

How I feel about this character: she's cool! i like Rachel, but i don't love Rachel. she's just too prim and professional and filling the role of The Lawful Good Lawman to spark any fandom brainworms in me. she has my respect though. i still adored her place within the show, however. badass lady black marshal that's good at her fucking job and doesn't backdown in the face of assholes!! get it. the ways she was able to clap back on racist bullshit without the writers falling down a preachy rabbit hole for her was also chef's kiss.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Rachel/OMC and Rachel/Raylan as a treat (for her). sorry lesbian or bi Rachel truthers, that's a straight woman. in my head, after Rachel becomes the Seattle marshal she begins seeing a black man who works some sort of legal practice job with a divorce under his belt as well. they eventually married and live as Dog Parents Ever After 😌

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Rachel & Nick. loved her relationship with her nephew, she's done right by him and stepped up for her family i think Nick is going to be okay, i really think he's going to end up happy and Rachel structure & support is a big part of that.

My unpopular opinion about this character: the best Rachel fic(s) in existence is connect the dots by larkingstock. i don't care that it's Rachel/Tim fic btw once upon a time i read all the Tim fics that existed on the internet and that's how i discovered this brilliant Rachel-centric fic. never read a fic that shines such a spotlight on her sexuality, her emotions, and her wishes before while givng her a real narrative voice. also, the writing quality and style is romance novel level. 10/10 no notes.

not a fan of the Rachel & Tim bestie agenda. respectfully, they are work colleagues at best but i prefer Rachel filling a former mentor & then a boss role to Tim. he calls her ma'am with a little too much respect for them to be true pals.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: what the fuck happened with her divorce!! hello?? we only had a QUICK PEEK into Rachel's tragic & chaotic family life (dad dead from cancer, troubled sister dead, co-raising her nephew with her mother??!!) and i desperately wish we'd gotten a follow-up on what was going on there. our gal had hidden depths and i wanted to see more. they dropped the ball with the lawmen side of the plots in season 5/6 so we were also denied a deeper look at Rachel being the acting chief RIP :(

Tim

How I feel about this character: i'm not normal about this dude :) he's my blorbo my fan favorite my ascended supported character my baby boy my lil man timmy guts slutterson my gay ranger sniper deputy marshal lawman heart of my heart apple of my eye!! i just think he's neat. everything we see about him in canon spurs a hundred and zillion headcanons in my head, can never stop thinking about him. he's a character i project hard on and i love working out my various personal issues by tormenting him with them. ty for your service 'lil mister.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: everything he's my little black dress of the fandom. givenson, mostly. but also boyd/raylan/tim, boyd/tim, colt/tim, boyd/colt/tim, quarles/tim. i even ship him in things that has no tag yet. where is the wynn duffy/tim fic?! i need dan/raylan/tim in miami fic!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tim & Mark. i liked the canon portrayal for them and don't find it romantic or sexual at all. i really do think they were just war buddy pals.

My unpopular opinion about this character: he would not have been out as a gay man circa 2010. i sometimes ... feel ... his service history & career as a LEO isn't factored into fic characterizations and how that's gonna fuck up his ability to accept himself as a gay man and how that might even give him a hostile relationship with the LGBT community at large. i will never i cannot personally vibe with smoothing down the sharp points of Tim's characterization and history to make him more palatable to a younger audience. i don't care for queernorm-ing and the soft boy aesthetics.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that they spent SO MUCH time setting up his powder-keg arc and then did a whole bunch of nothing with it. we should have seen him BLOW sky high (and should have seen him blowing other men who said that).

Raylan

How I feel about this character: i'm normal about him (lying through my teeth). i love raylan, okay?? he makes me bonkers in a variety of different ways. he's my comfort character!! thinking about him comforts me.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: givenson, mainly. i also ship him with boyd in a very very VERY selective way AKA it has to be toxic and weird and dom4dom. also love putting him with both Boyd and Tim at once ala Crowgivenson. i also wrote the only Dan/Raylan fic but also took it down a while back, still ship them hardcore though only way to explain why Dan is so fucking fond of Raylan.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Raylan & Loretta. no she is NOT his daughter and those are not a parent/child dynamic. Raylan sees HIMSELF in Loretta, he is being the protective supportive adult to her that HE needed as a child. helping her heals his inner wounded child. Loretta is a mirror to a younger Raylan with a twist of female trauma. it's a funhouse mirror into his past.

My unpopular opinion about this character: he's a daddy dom sorry to the haters but that's what he is in my heart. me and the other justies into that are gonna keep being happy about it in our corner of the fictional sandbox 🖤

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: don't like the becoming a dad plotline, sorry. his romance with winona was eye-roll more to me and when they had winona get pregnant i put my face in my palms and groaned. wish it hadn't happened and they had given him a juicy career focus instead. the only saving grace to the whole dad thing is how both Justified and JCP stayed true to Raylan's character and portrayed him as being a crappy father.

(give me a character ask meme)

#tooks.txt #💌#justie games

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theoldwest · 4 months

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BABE (info page) | w.i.p ⊹ ࣪ ˖

supernatural oc <3

general information

Birthday: 4/20

pronouns: all

gender identity: nonbinary

age: 26

height: 5’6

ethnicity: African American

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

favorite song: Delta Dawn - Tanya Tucker

favorite color: black

Vehicle: light blue 1969 Ford F-250

My Pinterest Board for Babe :-) | updated regularly

My playlist for Babe :-) | updated regularly (Apple Music)

Babe’s camera roll | updated regularly

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appearance ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Babe keeps their hair in locs. They’re long enough to settle just above her shoulder blades.

She tends to dress as most hunters do, her duffel bag filled with flannels and jeans. She is partial to cowboy boots and cropped tees, though.

Babe has an old west themed tattoo sleeve covering her left arm that she tends to keep hidden. There’s a lot of pretty cowgirls and cacti interwoven with bison and landscape.

interests ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Babe has seen a lot of TV in their life, mostly because they raised themselves in motels, where there’s always a shitty television set.

She does doodle quite a bit, and carries a journal around when she can.

Babe’s actually an incredible cook, taking culinary classes when she can fit them in.

backstory ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ⋆

It’s not often a witness is left alive whenever a werewolf attacks. Werewolves have an insatiable hunger, their teeth ripping through any piece of flesh they’re able to reach. But, that night, it was different.

She’s barely ten years old. Her birthday was yesterday. It’s 2 am, and she wakes up gasping, tears already falling from her eyes as she takes just a second to process the nightmare still fresh in her mind. It’s horrible- flashes of red and bone- nothing she’s ever witnessed before. She makes the decision to crawl out of bed, cold hardwood flooring shocking her half-awake before she makes the journey upstairs to her parents’ room.

She swings the door open, seeing the moonlight shining through the open window before she sees the creature stand ing over her parents’ bed. The werewolf’s just finished bleeding into the sleeping couple’s mouths, and he flashes a horrifically wicked, bloodstained grin at the little girl before he and his victims leap up and out of the same open window he entered from.

Her knees thump against the ground before a scream rips through her. She doesn’t understand why this is happening to her- why the monster left her and took them. Frightened sobs echo through the now-empty house.

To Be Continued…

random information .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Babe is the person who orders chicken nuggets at every restaurant. They can be convinced into trying something new, however.

They don’t tend to like other people, so they keep to themselves most of the time. But, when human interaction is a must, she finds herself in country bars, swing dancing with cowboys and cowgirls alike. This habit has made her a decent dancer.

Their first cassette tape was an N.W.A album. They stole it from a store on a whim at 13.

She’d never actually tell you, but she loves having her locs played with.

She always has a few joints prerolled in her bag.

This bitch drinks Diet Coke like it’s water.

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🫀 1st drawing :,)

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tags *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

#babe oc #sorry babe #babe spn oc

#babe oc #sorry babe #babe spn oc #the old west wip #oc wip #YAYAYAYAY HERES STUFF ABOUT BABE #spn oc #long post #supernatural oc #weed mention #weed cw

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 13 rewatch thoughts; the reduced salt edition

or at least I’m trying to be more constructive with the salt in this one let’s goooo

- god I miss the armourer so much. look at how fucking cool she looks, this is the mando design I hunger for so deeply, WHY would you give me boob plates back instead haha

- I will say with the way it’s presented this place feels way too small to be called a city lol (and I think that limited scale hurts how much I’m willing to accept the magistrate as a credible opponent to go toe to toe with ahsoka freaking tano. maybe if we’d seen directly the extent of the magistrate’s power and influence and not just the burned out wasteland that power leaves behind I’d be more on board with it. canonically she’s clearly been extremely rich and influential on a galactic scale, while the aesthetic filoni takes from samurai movies in this has a lot more to do with local warlords and smaller stakes. this is not the only time the adherence to that aesthetic without adapting it for the emotional story at hand or giving it a spin for novelty hurts the episode #hot take. it’s empty homage without quite understanding why the moments you’re emulating work so well in the context of the story they serve.)

this might be because how it’s filmed makes it seem like there’s just one big main street towards the magistrate’s palace, it’s implied to be quite a bit bigger from the establishing shot as the crest comes flying in?

- LOVE the implication that din lets baby play with the silver ball pretty freely while they’re on the ship but sets the (completely sensible tbh) boundary that he can’t bring it with him somewhere outside where he might lose it for good. that seems like reasonable dad-ing, din, well done.

anyway my heart is hurting because that silver ball is like a comfort item for the kid and it’s pretty clear from the very start that he has some kind of understanding of what might happen on this planet and so does NOT want to go out there, but also... that thing is narratively introduced as the baby’s way of saying ‘dad, don’t forget me, don’t go’. it’s what made din go back for him the first time, and that’s a connotation it still has both in the audience’s mind and for the characters. and I need to go cry in a corner for a while be right back

- not for nothing but in this scene of the baby being faced with din and a jedi standing side by side as if to present a choice, din literally has the sun right behind his head like some kind of fucking halo

gee I wonder what the baby’s choice is going to be fsadfjkhasdkjfhs. (he! loves! his dad! so much!!!!!!!)

- I wish they’d done more with the bored punch clock villain, hey-I’m-just-here-for-the-paycheck-man vibe of the guard captain guy and maybe given his nonchalance a bit of a darkly comedic tint, I think it would’ve made a better moment when he’s facing off with din towards the end if he had more... character. make him a bit more of a dark mirror of the soulless gun for hire people have seen din as in the past (and as the magistrate seems to now), do something interesting here. maybe even make it more of a mexican standoff with him holding a gun on an innocent or something so there’s something here for din to lose, it still does the western thing and lets you have that ramping tension you need for when you cut between the sword duel and this. hell, have him actually give up and walk away to show that he doesn’t fucking care about any of this, he did evil for money without any driving passion or conviction behind it, and let din decide if he’ll let him walk away scot free or not after what he’s been part of, that’s a neat subversion of the trope as well! as it stands it’s just so... empty

- baby says ‘mada! mada!’ again when they try to approach the vendor who appears to be serving foodstuffs! so maybe a word he has for food or maybe something like ‘lady person!’? (he says it when frog lady is gone on the ice planet and also as she’s walking into the razor crest for the first time. he did seem more interested in the eggs at that point, sooo lol)

din reacts to him speaking too, he glances down at him <3<3<3

- the baby seems to sense ‘ooof this is scary, time to hide’ on his own before they go into the magistrate’s place, din doesn’t appear to signal anything to him

- there’s a lot of deliberate silence in this episode, but the sound design that gets space away from the music somehow isn’t as immersive to me as it usually is on this show? I have no idea why, though

- ‘a jedi plagues me’ is somehow so fucking funny to me. the tl;dr for a lot of star wars villains through the ages

it also still cracks me up that din is immediately like ‘ma’am you can’t afford me’ fsdhfaskf

- I’m so happy din talks to and reassures the baby when he puts him down in these situations now, I remember being SO SAD when he didn’t back in chapter 7. he’s learning all the time!

- I think we should all be very happy this fight is cut off almost as soon as it begins, because I’m pretty sure ahsoka could kick din’s ass real bad and that would be terrible because I love him (listen din definitely has his moments, but up against a force user for the first time and said force user being one of the most powerful and battle-experienced jedi alive? probably not huh, if he survives that it’s on pure fatherly love and desperation and nothing else)

- this seems to be the baby asking ahsoka to carry him back to be with din (mando certainly seems to be what they’re ‘talking’ about right before) and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

din’s fingers are also doing the nervous curl-uncurl thing as she puts the baby down, and it remains the sweetest goddamn character tic, he’s adorable

in the long pause after he tells her “he needs your help” he’s sitting SO TENSELY, it’s only when she at least promises to test the kid that he relaxes a bit

baby (well, grogu, but he’s also baby) recognizes yoda’s name and seems to almost ask ahsoka ‘yoda is here???’, and her blink in response is like ‘no, I’m sorry’

- I still deeply dislike how it’s actually done in the episode, it’s so clunky and it annoys me on a craft level, but I do like the overarching thematic narrative of both mando and the baby being on this journey towards specificity and remembering themselves, of reclaiming the particular nuances of an identity that make up a self after a series of traumas have stripped it away from them. at the start of the show neither of them has a name (and din doesn’t even have a face) and they’re basically presented as broad archetypes, The Mandalorian and The Child. and now we’re slowly unearthing things that make them this specific child, grogu, this specific mandalorian, din djarin. it’s rediscovering parts of yourself you might have thought lost as you heal from trauma and I do like that very much, it’s touching and the emotional throughline this show should never lose sight of

- oooooh no baby glances over at din when she asks him to push the stone back ;______________; it’s so awful because you can just tell... he understands that if he does this thing din might leave, but also people have clearly tricked him into using the Force before and given him this traumatized kneejerk association that if he uses it where people can see him Bad things might happen

oh okay so I think din just subtly misunderstands the baby’s appeal to him here, he thinks that look towards him means ‘dad help I don’t understand what’s being asked of me’. I guess he doesn’t have any way of knowing how complicated the baby’s past is with this yet, it’s a good try

- I’ve seen people take ‘he understands’ as baby understanding everything that’s said to him all the time, which is patently not true haha. he understands quite a lot, in the way toddlers actually understand quite a lot of what’s going on around them, even a bit of words spoken to them before they’re especially verbal themselves, but he clearly mixes up his colours still sooo

I also suspect he’s played this game before -- surely that must be one of the most obvious activities the jedi would do with the smallest children, playing Force catch basically? but he still doesn’t trust it, or her. (on the other hand he does trust that din would never hurt or trick him. help me I’m drowning in my own tears)

- personally and from anything else in this show I don’t think din would be this impatient with the baby after hearing, less than half a minute before, that he’s terrified

but hey I’m not the man in the cowboy hat what do I know (yes I’m bitter characterization matters okay lol)

- it’s both funny and so sweet that the same music plays during this father and son playing catch scene as when baby lifted that mudhorn fkdfha

- for my money din reacts exactly perfectly to grogu finally Force pulling the ball -- he’s excited and happy, signalling that this thing doesn’t have to be scary and dangerous and that when shared with the right people it can be a good joyous thing, he moves over to the baby so they can share in this victory and attune, and crucially he doesn’t demand more afterwards, which the baby must have gotten before from some of the assholes who’ve been experimenting on him. it’s just the celebration and satisfaction of having done the thing without demands or threats or any ulterior motives. HIM!!! DAD!!!!

tattoo this straight onto my heart... the way baby cheerfully offers it back to din... sdkjafhksdfhsakdjf

- din breaths out roughly and unevenly through his nose almost like it’s been punched out of him and starts fiddling with the silver ball (which is still his primary tell for anxiety/stress!) when ahsoka says “he’s formed a strong attachment to you” :) listen if I have to know that all of you fuckers are going down with me

- see the thing is... if you don’t know who ahsoka is in pretty deep detail, you might take her at face value here instead of understanding that she’s actually projecting her own feelings and traumas onto this. if you absolutely have to use this character for this part of the show you have to set her up better specifically so someone who’s never seen a single episode of clone wars can grasp the basics of where she is emotionally and what her motives are, so that her role in this story makes sense. as it is it’s sort of a compromise between pleasing old fans (who can do quite a bit of inferring to figure it out) and approaching audiences who don’t know anything, and it falls flat

(for the purposes of this show I aggressively do not care where thrawn is, and so I’m just annoyed when we find out what this was actually all for haha)

- still feel reluctant to discuss too much about ahsoka because of the whole... situation with dawson, but I do like that she lets one of the guards leave after disarming him because he’s cowering and giving up, and that she still has her padawan braid wound into her belt. also I think the effects on her and her outfit are completely fine, my problems with her this episode are all writing craft and real life stuff

- when you get first the jet pack sound, then din coming down kicking that dude in the face, then the mando flute kicking in as he lands properly... the only time the action in this episode made me go ‘fuck YEEEAAAAH’ it’s awesome

- again, just like with the idea of having a samurai/ronin movie standoff and a western standoff at the same time: having the scene be mostly silent except for the almost musical sounds of the light sabers hitting the beskar spear is such a cool concept, and it does not work in action. I don’t know enough about filmmaking to tell you why it doesn’t, but it doesn’t.

there’s also something about... the ahsoka vs. morgan scene apes the deliberately staged, ritualized, exaggerated almost like how you’d perform it in live theatre aspect of the duels in the genre, but in an empty way? why are they acting like this, what’s their relationship to each other, what’s their individual code of honour that makes them let the other person slowly theatrically disrobe before going for them? just plucking the aesthetics out of a tradition and plopping them down in your own thing without thinking about the whys or original context of it leaves it without meaning

(also let morgan express something of her own character other than I Am Evil rather than having ahsoka drop the entire exposition on her. maybe you could have her snarl some illuminating lines while they’re fighting so you get the feeling of the bitterness and brokenness that has fuelled her and burned the woods of this whole planet. in some ways she’s not that unlike din and ahsoka, she lost everything in the clone wars too and was motivated very differently by it than they were, play that up so the situation’s relevant to our protagonists! I’m sorry for all this nitpicking but I HAVE to figure out how this could have been done better for my own sake haha)

- ooooooh the way din says “I can’t accept” when offered the spear is in fact almost an exact echo of when the armourer offers him the signet in chapter 3! I thought it sounded familiar, it’s delivered in such a similar way. huh. din has some Feelings about earning things and when he hasn’t earned something, doesn’t he

- din also cares A LOT about not breaking his word, to the point of being willing to stoop to some quite dishonest methods to avoid giving his word in the first place, and I find it utterly delightful

- baby closing his eyes again after din wakes him like he’s thinking ‘maybe if I don’t wake up dad won’t go’ or even ‘at least this way I won’t know it happened until later, when it’s over’... pure emotional torture :) thank god din’s entire soul is clearly howling in protest and he took the slightest chance ahsoka gave him to not actually go through with it

- so this is the second time we get someone telling din he’s like grogu’s father. well, the armourer gives it more like a command/almost a religious obligation, ‘until it is of age or reunited with its kind you are as its father’, ahsoka is stating what’s obvious at this point but says ‘you are like a father to him’... maybe they’re doing a rule of threes thing and the last time it’s ‘you are his father’ and it sticks?

- anyway din cradling the baby so close to his chest with both arms all the time instead of the more practical way he carries him around in the crook of his arm sometimes... my suffering is deep and endless

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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It's been a little while, but I believe it's time we check back in with Thomas and Patton. Halloween's coming up

Sanders Sides Beetlejuice AU part 4!!!!!

Heads up for another car crash in this one.

I'm changing it because there was something I wanted to change for a while now.

Thank you all for being patient and, with the warning out of the way, on to part 4

Picking up right where we left off, Patton and Thomas hear the door unlocking and rush to hold it shut while Virgil struggles to open the door.

Thomas asks who has a key and HOW, and Patton swears(How dare you, Patton! Go in the corner!!) because the only one with a spare key is Dice, who must’ve stopped by.

On the other side of the door, Virgil hears the two argue and asks who’s inside, which leads to the couple panicking and Patton chirping, “Housekeeping!” before Thomas shouts that it’s no one and they get into a shushing match.

It’s interrupted by a TV turning on and showing a commercial, in view for Patton and Thomas to see.

It shows a man on a fake horse, yee-haw-ing, spinning a lasso over his head very poorly, and even falling off the horse.

Trigger Warning here because he is green with mold and algae, what’s left of his hair is white and wild, his eyes are VERY sunken in and bloodshot, and he’s pale as death, teeth yellow when he smiles and his lips a deep bluish-purple. He’s wearing a pretty nice cowboy suit, though

This fine chap is Remus, the Nether World’s finest free-lanced bioexocist.

Patton asks Thomas what either of those mean, and we get a hilarious nod that Remus is listening because his eye twitches as he reiterates that in the land of the dead, he can remove the living out of any place they are not wanted, graves, catacombs, mausoleums, houses, condos, apartment buildings, you name the problem and the place, and he’ll answer, no catches, curses, or bite backs guaranteed. Hell, he’ll possess a dead skunk or even himself, if need be. Say his name once, say it twice, third time is ALWAYS the charm, so what are they waiting for. CALL NOW!!!!

Neither are sure they WANT to, instead holding the door as Virgil tries again.

They all jump when they hear a crash and Virgil rushes down to see that one of the contractors is using one of Roman’s cement statues as a hammer/battering ram, and it PISSES HIM OFF.

Remy talks him down and we return to Thomas and Patton, who sigh and consider calling for Remus.

No go because of the second name they saw: Logan.

How do they see Logan? Easy. They need a door, which Patton draws on the wall with chalk, and then they have to knock thrice.

Thomas is skeptical, but Patton follows through, knocking on the brick wall thrice.

The door indeed works and the two venture through, Thomas slipping the handbook under the table for safe keeping as he takes Patton’s hand and walks through the door and into green mist.

It is after the wall closes behind them that Virgil walks into the attic and he sees EXACTLY what he’s been missing for the past week: A miniature of the town and an unfinished attic. And a nifty little book under the table.

Back with Thomas and Patton, they mosey through the mist and find themselves in a waiting room, where Patton buries himself in to Thomas, who looks around in astonishment at the other poor souls waiting.

They find the service desk and knock on it and the receptionist asks if either have made an appointment to see their case worker.

They did not make an appointment, but they’d like to know who their case worker is, please and thank you.

Logan is their case worker, and if they don’t have an appointment, then they need to wait; sorry, Charlie, them’s the rules.

They take a seat and the receptionist clucks her tongue and states that it’s nice to see Patton again after all these years. He’s certainly looking a lot better, for one.

Patton has a heart attack, ‘oh, shit’ moment and Thomas looks between the two, asking how the receptionist knows Patton.

Once upon a time, there was once a teenager who had unnecessary weight that he lost and was hanging out with a few of his friends one night because he didn't want to be home due a little while. WELL, BIG MISTAKE because they got into a crash and while the friends found themselves mostly okay, just having a few injuries, Patton was here in the receptionist's office because he'd been fatally injured.

Thomas stares wide eyed at a trembling Patton, who stares shamefully at the floor, before asking what happened next.

You guys are still probably going to kill me for this, and I apologize deeply:

The receptionist stares daggers at Patton and snaps that someone got bored with waiting and walked his ass out of the waiting room and into his hospital bed, where he woke up and continued to live his life until he and his husband drowned.

Thomas is back to staring at Patton, who looks back as he weeps. Thomas asks if it’s true, and Patton nods, admitting that he remembered it being hard to breath and his sides hurt, but he came back to live because he heard his mother and father, who panicked when they found him. And also because he finished all of the magazines, didn’t want to talk to anyone, and got sick of watching the ceiling fan spin and listening to the same song over and over again.

The receptionist snaps that this ain’t the land of the living before going back to her work.

Thomas and Patton stare at each other for a moment, trying to stay serious about the subject, but end up cracking and bursting with tear jerking laughter that leaves them both on the floor.

Triggering dark humor moment: Yes. He stayed alive because he got bored of waiting.

I deeply apologize again. In my head that just seemed really funny and it was my attempt to lighten the mood.

Back on track, we return to Virgil as he reads the handbook, getting very invested as he reads more, at least until he gets a knock on his door, He ignores it, but there’s another knock and he has to answer.

Surprise! It’s Dice again, who would like to know if Virgil still has that key because there’s something he needs to do.

Virgil shows it and the two walk to the basement, where Dice sets up a Ouija board on the floor and sits by it.

Virgil watches him as he asks for Patton or Thomas to speak with him, either will do. There’s no response and he asks again, asking for and apologizing to Patton for everything he said and did to hurt him. Virgil continues watching as Dice tries to hold it together, apologizing again and saying he’ll leave them alone, but he’ll still visit them because he just want to talk to them again.

Virgil bites his lip, very sad at what he’s seeing, and we return to Patton and Thomas, who look at the dead around them and wonder if this is what happens to them.

The receptionist points out that THIS is what happens when THEY die, the same way being split in two is what happens to another person when they died, the same way being smashed on half of your face happens to another when they died. And if the receptionist knew now what they should’ve known then they wouldn’t have had their own ‘accident.’

Thomas and Patton stay quiet until they hear someone shout, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE WAITING IN THE LOBBY WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT!? GET THE HAPPY COUPLE TO MARCH THEIR ASSES OVER HERE NOW!”

It makes everyone jump, even the receptionist, and a work, who’s literally flat as a pancake, calls for Patton and Thomas to see Logan and to bring the handbook.

Which Thomas threw under the table.

No time to dawdle because they need to go NOW or else Logan will have another screaming fit.

They get going and even compliment his physique when asked.

Logan wants to see them in the sixth office on the left, but they find something arguably scarier: The lost souls, or the dead’s dead. Exorcised souls that are doomed to fade from existence, period with no chance of being brought back, as explained by a janitor that walks by.

They gulp, but Thomas and Patton walk through the sixth left door and find their house, renovated into a mix of modern, country, and steampunk, and it leaves them gutted.

Patton is speechless, but Thomas asks how long they’ve been gone.

“Three months, two weeks, five days, and seven hours.”

They turn and find a very stern, very sharp looking man behind them. His navy suit is dusted with black from smoke and white from ash. His hair is so brown it’s almost black and is slicked back over his head, giving Patton, Thomas, and us the viewers a good view of his sharp and thin face, narrows eyes, square glasses, and the very terrifying fact that this man TOWERS over them. Trigger Warning because, now that I mention it, one of his eyes is actually clouded over and the same side of his face is scarred, as in the eye and face are burnt and scarred to high hell.

Yes. This is Logan. Their case worker.

With the time and name known, Logan asks a question: Have they read the handbook, front to back?

Yes, but it was very hard to understand.

Logan does not snap, instead smiling calmly, saying he understands their not understanding, and asking them to show him to book so he can paraphrase it and make it easier to understand.

They can’t, because they forgot to bring it.

Logan’s smile drops and both eyes, yes even the blind one, go orange.

“WHAT!? YOU FORGOT!? HOW COULD YOU FORGET TO BRING THE DAMNED HANDBOOK!? WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK TO BRING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?”

Thomas and Patton throw their arms around each other as Logan takes a breath and calms down, asking what they've tried to get the humans out if the house.

They tried the corpse in the closet trick and the crazy knife weilding maniac holding a severed head. Neither has worked.

That is one of their problems: Work their way up to something like that. Good effort, though.

Okay. Why can't they leave? Temporal restraints. They can't leave until they've been gone for a WHILE, like a century or so. What about Saturn and the Sand worm? Don't bother it, and it won't bother you.

What if they need his help to get the people out? He can help them, but he's not doing their job for them.

"Well, al-right. But what about that guy? Reh-mu-"

Logan cuts off Patton, shushing him and demanding that the idiot not say his name. Not even as a passing mention. AT ALL. The crazy demon is not a last resort or a last chance, he's a death sentence in the form of a business man.

They ask how he knows and Logan gives them a story:

He and Remus used to be partners of a sort, more co-workers than anything, like Jim and Dwight from The Office, but if Dwight stayed serious while Jim progressively became more unhinged. At some point, Remus strayed from the pack and began going off as a free lanced bioexorcist, except he was violent and dangerous. Unlike a lot of ghosts and spirits, Remus was not afriad to expose himself to the living, possess them, cause serious injuries, and force people to kill each other. He even made one guy swam dive in an empty pool and made another guy headbutt a bear trap.

Patton hugs himeslf and Thomas shudders, the two asking where he is now.

The model town Patton's building.

They ask how ask how to remove the people and Logan tells them to start small. Move things around, walk by them in the room, stand in the corner and then quickly leave when they do a double-take, all that stuff.

And NO. SUMMONING. THE RAT BASTARD. THAT IS. REMUS.

Thomas and Patton begin to leave, but Logan stops him, asking if he can talk to him for just a second.

Patton stays behind and Logan gets to the point:

When his time's up, it's up. No take backs. No turning back. Regardless of the circumstances.

Patton nods and admits his lesson is learned and, quite selfishly, that this time he's just glad he's not alone.

Logan allows himself a smile and tells Patton to actually stay here this time, lest he get the wrath from the staff again.

Patton nods and rejoins Thomas as Logan disappears in a cloud a smoke.

The couple are standing in their renovated kitchen and wondering what to do when Patton gets an idea: Old school.

Cut to Roman in bed sleeping beside Remy, who types away on his laptop. Roman politely asks his husband to just go to bed, but Remy states he IS in bed, just typing a little something for his blog before he goes to bed.

Roman groans but is cut off by Patton and Thomas walking in wearing bedsheets, both doing quite pisspoor attempts at ghostly moans.

Remy shushes who he thinks is Janus and that weird Dice guy that comes over and tells thwm that if this was Virgil's idea of a joke, it it not funny at all.

Patton stops, confused at hearing his brother's name, but Thomas continues until Remy chucks a slipper at him.

Virgil, who's been listening to the sounds in his bedroom, groans and throws his blanket off as Thomas and Patton walk away from the adult's room. Thomas, who's tired, barks that this is stupid because they clearly do not care.

Patton isn't so deterred and T-poses like an anteater.

RIGHT AS VIRGIL TAKES A PICTURE.

Both get scared and Virgil barks that he gets Roman and Remy being married and trying to let off steam, but can't they be normal people and do it when Virgil's NOT in the house? In case they forgot, he's a minor and they're kid.

He only stops when he examines his pictures and sees that neither the shocked Thomas nor the posing Patton have feet or hands from where the blankets are not covering.

He asks if they're all pale and wrinkly or gross like Violet Harmon and the two unmask, asking who that even is.

Violet Harmon. American Horror Story? Have they ever heard of it?

No, but they have been know to be the most horrifying of vengeful spirits, which Patton claims as he pulls his sheet back on.

Thomas stops him because Virgil can see them.

Wait a minute, how can Virgil see them? And why isn't he scared? He would've been terrified if he saw a ghost at Virgil's age.

Virgil hands it to them and explains he read the book he found in the attic, admitting it was easy to understand.

The living ignore the strange and unusual, so of course Virgil both read the book and can see the couple that used to own the house.

So if HE can see them, will his parents? Cute, but have fun trying to pull Remy off of Roman and Roman away from a canvas or some stone or clay.

Virgil's turn: Why are they trying to make everyone leave? Because they want their house back, honestly.

Virgil concedes that they're out of luck, because it's impossible to change Roman's mind about something, once he's made it up.

Still worth a shot.

Virgil shrugs and asks how he knows this isn't a dream, that Thomas and Patton are real, even asking if they can do anything right now to prove it to him?

Well, they kinda can't; it would be very bad if they scared Virgil to the point where he lost sleep.

Oh, well. Virgil still goes to bed, but offers them some advice: Ditch the bedsheets, because it will not work.

Virgil leaves to get some sleep and the couple return to the attic, wondering how that all happened.

Either way, it's a whole lot harder to WANT to scare everyone into leaving now because Virgil is just so charming and needs people to see him.

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harleyquinnamiright · 4 years

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different anon but you said you wanted writing prompts right? so like: person a: i have to get something off my chest, person b: *with fingers crossed* is it your shirt, I hope it's your shirt please. or something like that

Logan: i have to get something off my chestRemus: *with fingers crossed* is it your shirt, I hope it's your shirt please

For Logan, dating anyone for over two weeks was a huge achievement. There was always something people got tired of. Logan worked too much, he didn’t care enough about the others feelings, he personally didn’t have any feelings, etc. etc. That being said, dating the same person, without breaking up once, for two full months, was amazing.

“Of course now, with the longest guy staying around, is when my brain decides to do this.” Logan growled into his arms.

“Aw, it’s okay bud! The reason you’re finding this out about yourself now might be because of the stability! It’s not a bad thing!” Emile tried to sound encouraging as he pet Logan’s head.

The, “He’s gonna leave. I know it.” Logan said into his arms was even more mumbled than before. He knew it probably wasn’t true, and logically he knew Emile was right, but there was still that doubt in his chest that was heavy.

For Remus, relationships were constant. Platonic, romantic, or other, there was always a constant. Though most romantic relationships ended, usually the people broken up with either weren’t serious enough to get upset over or were ended by him for good reason. Dating Logan felt like it was on a completely different level. While Remus was slightly scared of the fact that he may truly be in love with him and ending things would absolutely hurt, everything else about the relationship was amazing.

That’s why when he got a text saying, “we need to talk” he was instantly scared. Not only were those words the most terrifying words in existence, they were all lowercase and had no punctuation, which was nothing like Logan. Scared was an understatement.

“Hellllllllo lover boy~! How are we this ev-en-ing?” Remus trilled after taking a seat across from Logan, getting nothing from his face.

“We’re swell. I’m sorry for the wording I used in the text.” Logan said, still monotone, clearly more shut down then Remus had ever seen.

“It’s alright! No trouble.” Remus replied, pretending the only thought he couldn't force out of his skull while walking here was that Logan was absolutely about to break up with him. He continued to stay silent as Logan stared at him, now searchingly.

Taking a deep breath, Logan broke the silence with, “I need to get something off my chest.”

Remus, still a tad confused, tried to lift both spirits by crossing his fingers and saying, “Is it your shirt? Please be your shirt.”

“We’re in public,” Logan smiled slightly, rolling his eyes fondly. “We do need to talk. Please, stay with me here.”

“Will do, my love.” Remus said, trying not to scream out loud as he was in his head.

“For the past two months I have been your boyfriend,” Logan started, visibly becoming more nervous with every word. “I’m not, exactly, your boyfriend.” Logan finished, clearly disappointed with his repetition.

“Manfriend?” Remus jokes, not figuring out what Logan's saying.

“Partner.” Logan asked, staring intensely.

“Babe, I’m sure this is an important moment, but all I can think of is you shirtless in a cowboy hat.” Remus replied in the same intense voice.

Logan burst out laughing, cutting the growing tension in the booth. The cafe remained as usual.

“I’m just saying this.” Logan went back to being serious, taking a deep breath. “I’d like to keep my name, but I would like to use they/them pronouns. I’d like to be referred to as your partner instead of your boyfriend.”

“But you’d still be mine?” Remus asked, his thoughts once again sinking.

“I’ll always be yours.” Logan replied seriously, more so than even before.

“I love you, Logan. Nothing will ever change that.” Remus matches Logan's soft smile.

#first try at writing #intrulogical #hope you like!#answering things is fun #answered #anonymous #romantic intrulogical #intrulogical fic

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dented-nado · 4 years

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Well I mean, since you asked for requests - “If you want me, come and get me.” Maybe with the trinity? I can picture Bruce saying it as Diana and Clark try and force him to go to bed like a normal person 😂 or you know, whatever strikes your fancy!

[[HELL YES. Bruce is slightly ooc because he’s incredibly sleep deprived and I saw it as an opportunity for him to act a little loopy lol. That’s how I am at least when I’m very sleep deprived, so pulling from personal experience here. Enjoy!!]]

“It’s only been one night. Give me a break.”

“Bruce, Honey, I know its hard to tell in Gotham, especially in the winter, but it’s been several nights you haven’t been getting any sleep.” Diana pulled the chair Bruce was sitting in away from the bat-computer against Batman’s wishes.

Bruce was sure she and Clark were exaggerating, it couldn’t have been that long. Besides, he wasn’t even tired, not even a little bit.

“I’m fine, you two can stop clucking over me like hens, thanks.”

“I’ll cluck all I want when it comes to your sleeping schedule mister.” Clark declared firmly.

“Especially not after you convinced me that some humans can be ‘totally fine’ not sleeping for several days and making me feel like I wasn’t quite so weird for a split second before that all came crashing down.” Clark crossed his arms, pouting just a little bit. He didn’t seem actually that annoyed but…

Admittedly, he still felt a little bit bad about that.

“I know… I lied when I said some humans. I meant me, specifically, because I’m fine, I’m great, I’m good, I’m bursting with youthful vigor now both of you let me work. There’s crime afoot.” He declared, trying to pull his chair back forward, only to frown as he realized Diana still had an iron grip on it, so instead he stood up and walked back to the computer instead.

“Bruce, your being ridiculous… and you said "There’s crime afoot” out loud. You’re tired.“ Diana said exasperated with a hand on her head.

"Also, no offense sweet bean… but you look like you’ve been through hell, you have probably the most intense looking bags under your eyes I’ve ever seen.” Clark said, trying to be gentle but serious.

“I look fucking awesome.” Bruce protested in annoyance, not even sure what he was really doing on the computer outside of looking busy. “You’ve heard Harv, I’m a fucking pretty boy. And I feel fan-god-damn-tastic.”

Clark and Diana gave each other a look that said “Yep, he’s lost it.” That Bruce didn’t much appreciate.

He forgot what he was even doing, his new ultimate goal was to not go to sleep no matter what because he was f i n e dammit.

“Bruce, please come to bed. Besides, you know, we’ll be right there with you, we miss you.” Clark pleaded, giving Bruce very tempting puppy dog eyes.

“We can spend a little time tiring you out if you want Bat.” Diana said, soothingly rubbing his shoulder.

Tempting. But he was the god damn batman, so… “No, no bribing me doing the horizontal tango, I have a job to do.”

“The horizontal…” Diana began.

“T a n g o. Bruce, pl ea se , you need to sleep.” Clark finished.

“Why can’t I use creative words without you two thinking it means I’m tired, hmm? Clark’s called me a bean before, I am but a bean, let me live my bean life.” He momentarily felt a little dizzy and a little like he was loosing track of time and space, but regardless he made his way to the bat-mobile to go… somewhere…. who knows.

“Oh-ho-ho no, absolutely not, you are not driving like this.” Clark said immediately super-speeding in front of Bruce acting as a big warm teddy bear-like wall between Bruce and his car.

“I can do what I want. I’m rich, I’m bi, I’m batman, and I fight crime. Now ”scoot your boot.“ as they say where you come from.” Bruce said, trying to move around Clark who was so freaking fast for some reason.

“I have never said scoot your boot.” Clark said with raised eyebrows.

“Really?” Bruce asked somewhat deliriously. “Seems like a cowboy thing…” He mumbled while moving the cowl up slightly so he could rub at his eye.

“…Would you come to bed if I dressed like a cowboy?”

Tempting. But not even saving a horse and riding a cowboy could get him to give up on his current stubborn crusade that he couldn’t even remember why he had to be on so bad… why had he been up in the first place??

“…No, so yeehaw your ass out of my w a y .”

“No way, and your yee-haw-ing your a… s…… booty up to bed now, you’re completely delirious.”

“Fine… maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, or why right now, but I’m the world’s greatest detective, I’ll figure it out.” Bruce grumbled in annoyance.

He started walking back to his computer since he apparently couldn’t go to his car, but when he tried to sit back down he nearly yelped as it seemed Diana had thought ahead, so he had sat down right into her lap and now her very strong muscular arms were now wrapped around his waist.

“Gotcha.”

“Fu c k.” Bruce mumbled.

This was quite the predicament Batman had gotten himself into! Would he be able to figure out how to escape the strong arms of the Wonder Woman? Tune in next time, same bat-time, same bat-channel!

… Bruce squirmed for a moment grumbling before bowing his head.

“Fine… you’ve won, let’s go to bed…” Bruce conceded.

“That’s more like it” Diana said with a sigh as she gingerly let go.

That was when Bruce took his chance to escape with a triumphant and slightly evil laugh as he took off into the depths of the bat-cave.

“BruCE!” Diana chided.

Bruce just continued cackling, dropping a smoke bomb as he completely forgot that would do nothing against Clark’s super vision as he decided to head for the bat-plane. Good thing he had several bat-themed vehicles.

“Bruce get back here!” He heard Clark call sternly.

“You’re going to get yourself hurt!” Diana yelled.

“If you want me, come and get me!” Bruce taunted with an incredibly delirious smile, not realizing he was about to run into a wall.

He would have, if Clark had not been in front of him again in an instant, causing Bruce to collide with Clark’s chest rather than a rock hard wall. Clark scooped Bruce up into his arms despite the Bat’s protesting and flew him back over to where Diana had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot.

She softly flicked the tip of Bruce’s nose to get his attention and to stop flailing. “Now are you going to be a good bat and change out of the suit yourself, or are we going to have to rip you out of it kicking and screaming?”

Bruce frowned, before getting another idea and perking up slightly. “…There are other ways of getting me out of it~” He said putting on his flirtiest Brucie voice.

“Nice try B, but you blew your chance at the 'horizontal tango’ when you decided to bolt like that.” Clark said looking down at Bruce now with his own smirk on his face.

“Aw, nuts…” Bruce grumbled in surrender, going limp as Clark set him down, pulling off the cowl as he knew he was defeated.

“Your not getting any nuts B, keep up.” Clark said absolutely delighted.

Diana rolled her eyes. “You pick now to make a joke like that Kansas?”

Clark grinned. “Judging by how sleepy he is he won’t even remember that I made my first ever joke like that in front of him.”

“How devilish of you.” Diana commented with an amused smile.

Bruce grumbled as he stripped off the rest of the batsuit. “I wanted nuts though.” He mumbled. “nuts sound good. I like nuts… especially cashews.”

“Your right, he’s definitely not going to remember.” Diana commented, taking Bruce’s hand once he was down to the black undershirt and thin pants he wore under the suit.

Clark put his hand on Bruce’s back as the moved out of the cave. “Come on sleepy-head, off to an adventure called 'bed-time’.”

“But I wanted to fightttt…” Bruce slurred slightly.

“You can fight exaustion by sleeping.” Diana suggested.

“I’ll kick exaust-ian’s a s s.”

“That’s the spirit.” Clark laughed as he gingerly lifted the incredibly tired bat onto his bed before going to get ready for bed himself along with Diana.

“What are we going to do with that man?” Diana whispered, unable to help a small smile, after they had changed into their sleep clothes and came back to find Bruce completely zonked out , snoring slightly with his mouth hanging open.

“We’ll force him to have a normal sleep schedule yet.” Clark whispered, getting into bed and pulling Bruce close in order to spoon him.

Diana joined in on the other side, snuggling Bruce’s head against her chest and putting her arm around both him and Clark as she got settled.

“Our new mission?” Diana suggested.

“Our new mission, will kick ’'exaust-ian’s” butt.“ Clark whispered with a grin.

Diana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"You’ll make a joke about Bruce wanting 'nuts’ but you’ll never say the word "ass”, will you?“ She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope.”

They shared a quiet chuckle before settling in to fall asleep themselves, their very tired, but at least now very asleep bat cuddled between them.

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‘There’s still a presence out there reminding people not to speak about JFK’s killing’

Oliver Stone is not a fan of “cancel culture”. “Of course I despise it,” the Oscar winning filmmaker says, as if utterly amazed that anyone needs to ask him such a dumb question. “I am sure I’ve been cancelled by some people for all the comments I’ve made…. it’s like a witch hunt. It’s terrible. American censorship in general, because it is a declining, defensive, empire, it (America) has become very sensitive to any criticism. What is going on in the world with YouTube and social media,” he rants. “Twitter is the worst. They’ve banned the ex-President of the United States. It’s shocking!” he says, referring to Donald Trump’s removal from the micro-blogging platform.

It’s a Saturday lunchtime in the restaurant of the Marriott Hotel on the Croisette in Cannes. The American director is in town for the festival premiere this week of his new feature documentary JFK Revisited: Through the Looking Glass, in which he yet again pores over President John F Kennedy’s assassination in November 1963.

“I am a pin cushion for American-Russian peace relations… I had four f***ing vaccines: two Sputniks and two Pfizers,” Stone gestures at his arm. The rival super-powers may remain deeply suspicious of one another, but Stone is loading himself up with potions from both sides of the old Iron Curtain.

He has recently been travelling in Russia (hence the Sputnik jabs) where he has been making a new documentary about how nuclear power can save humanity. He also recently completed a film about Kazakhstan’s former president Nursultan Nazarbayev which – like his interviews with Vladimir Putin – has been roundly ridiculed for its deferential, softly-softly approach toward a figure widely regarded as a ruthless despot.

Dressed in a blue polo shirt, riffing away about the English football team one moment and his favourite movies the next, laughing constantly, the 74-year-old Oscar-winning director of Platoon, Wall Street, Natural Born Killers et al is a far cheerier presence than his reputation as a purveyor of dark conspiracy thrillers might suggest. He is also very outspoken. For all his belligerence, though, Stone isn’t as thick-skinned as you might imagine. I wonder if he was hurt by the scorn that came his way when his feature film JFK was released in 1991.

“I was more of a younger man. It was painful to me,” the director sighs as he remembers being attacked by such admired figures as newscaster Walter Cronkite and Hollywood power broker Jack Valenti for listening to the “hallucinatory bleatings” of former New Orleans DA Jim Garrison when JFK came out. “It was quite shocking actually because I thought the murder was behind us. I did think there was a feeling that 30 years later, we can look at this thing again without getting excited. But I was way wrong.”

Garrison, of course, was the real-life figure portrayed by Kevin Costner in the film; he was the original proponent of the theory that the CIA were involved in the killing of the US president, after his 1966 investigation. Garrison wrote the book On the Trail of the Assassins, on which the movie was partly based.

Even the director’s fiercest detractors will find it hard to dismiss the evidence he has assembled about the JFK assassination in the new documentary. Once I’d seen it and heard him hold forth, I came away thinking that only flat-earthers can possibly still believe that Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy all on his own. It’s that convincing.

Stone blitzes you with facts and figures about the Kennedy killing and its aftermath. At times, he himself seems to be suffering from information overload. “I am sorry. There are so many people,” he apologises for not immediately remembering the name of Kennedy’s personal physician, George Burkley, who was present both at Parkland Hospital, where Kennedy was first taken, and then at Bethesda, where the autopsy took place. Burkley was strangely reticent when giving evidence to the Warren Commission.

“I think there’s still a presence out there which reminds people not to speak. I’ve heard that in, of all places, Russia,” Stone says. He was startled to discover that the Russians knew all about his new documentary long before it was discussed in the mainstream press. “They said, ‘We heard about it.’ I said, ‘How?’ They said, ‘We have our contacts in the American intelligence business. They are not very happy about it.’”

Stone believes that no US president since Kennedy died has been “able to go up against this militarised sector of our economy”. Even Trump “backed down at the last second” and declined to release all the relevant documents relating to the assassination. “He announced, ‘I’m going to free it up, blah blah blah, big talk, and then a few hours before, he caved to CIA National Security again.”

The veteran filmmaker expresses his frustrations at historians like Robert Caro, author of a huge (and hugely respected) multi-volume biography of President Lyndon Johnson, for ignoring the evidence that has been turned up about the assassination.

“I can’t say [LBJ] was involved in the assassination,” explains Stone, “but it certainly suited him that Kennedy was not there anymore and he covered up by appointing the Warren Commission and doing all the things he did.”

Stone tried to cast Marlon Brando in JFK in the role as the deep throat source Mr X, eventually played by Donald Sutherland.

“I realise now I am grateful that he turned it down because he knew better than I that he would make 20 minutes out of that 14-minute monologue and it wouldn’t have worked.”

Nevertheless, he filled the film with famous faces. He thought that having familiar actors would make it easier for audiences to engage with what was an immensely complicated story.

Getting Stone to stop talking about JFK is like trying to pull a bone from a mastiff’s jaws. To change the subject slightly, I ask if he is still in touch with WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange. He is and is utterly horrified at how Assange is being treated, especially given that Siggi the Hacker, a key witness in the extradition case against Assange, admitted recently that he lied. Stone praises Assange’s partner Stella Morris as “the best wife you could ever have. She really is smart, she’s a lawyer … he has two children. He can’t even touch them or see them. It’s barbaric. It indicates America is declining faster than we know. It is just cutting off dissent.”

The mood lightens when I invite Stone to discuss some of his favourite films. He recently tweeted a list of these, which included Darling starring Julie Christie, Joseph Losey’s Eva starring Stanley Baker and Jeanne Moreau, and Houseboat, a frothy comedy starring Cary Grant and Sophia Loren. “I love films, always have. People don’t know that side of me. I could go on forever.”

Between his darker and more contentious efforts, Stone has made a few genre films himself, for example the underrated thriller U-Turn starring Sean Penn and Jennifer Lopez. He notes, though, that even when he tried a sports movie, he ended up right back in the firing line. The NFL was furious about his 1999 American Football film, Any Given Sunday. “They (the NFL) are arrogant, very rich people who close down any dissent, so I had to change uniforms and names… but they got the point.”

Last year, Stone published the first volume of his autobiography, Chasing the Light, which took him from childhood up to his Oscar triumph with Platoon. It was well received but it didn’t make nearly a big enough splash for his liking. “There was a curtain of silence about that. Maybe it is Covid… it was not reviewed by many people,” he says. “I wish the timing had been better. The publisher was terrible. They didn’t really promote anything. So now I have to start over again if I am going to do a second book, which I would love to do. But I have to find the right publisher.”

The book contains a barbed account of Stone’s experiences as a young screenwriter working in London for British director Alan Parker and producer David Puttnam on Midnight Express. “I wrote about it in the book, so you got my point of view. They were not very friendly people. I gave my criticism of Parker that he had a chip on his shoulder. He was from a poor side of the English. There is this phenomenon you see in England of hating the upper classes until they approve of you.”

No, they didn’t stay in touch. “And Puttnam is a Lord, right? He reminds me of Tony Blair. He is such a weasel.” For once, Stone feels he has overstepped the mark. He doesn’t want to call Puttnam a weasel after all. “Put it this way, Tony Blair is a weasel. I wouldn’t trust Tony Blair. Puttnam is a supporter of Blair. Let’s leave it at that.”

On matters English, he isn’t that keen on soccer either. He watched the semi-final between England and Denmark but had no intention of tuning into the final.

“Soccer is a different kind of game. It’s a different aesthetic. It is constant movement. The United States game allows you to re-group after every play and go into a huddle and so it becomes about strategy. I still enjoy it although people think I am brutal.”

Ask him why he so relishes American Football and he replies that he “grew up with violence in America … we were banging – cowboys and Indians, a lot of killing and that stuff. How do you get away from that? We weren’t playing with dolls.”

Stone’s feelings about the US are deeply ambivalent. He is old enough to remember a time in the late 1940s and early 1950s when “everything in America was golden” and part of him still seems to love the country but his mother was French and he talks about the US as a nation now in near terminal decline.

Perhaps surprisingly, his real political hero isn’t JFK. It’s the former President of France, Charles de Gaulle. “He said no to NATO and he said no to America. He understood the dangers of being a satellite country to America. You have no power in Europe. Don’t kid yourself. The EU is just an artificial body that was amazingly stupid in cutting off Russia and cutting off China too now.”

He doesn’t much like Boris Johnson either. “Boris, listen. He’d simply throw you in jail in a second.” He rails against the English for holding Assange in Belmarsh prison.

When he is not on a crusade or unravelling a conspiracy, Stone relaxes through Buddhist meditation. “Moderation in all things,” the man who came up with the phrase “greed is right, greed works” says with no evident sense of irony. He enjoys hanging out with his friends. “I have a nice life. I’m lucky,” he says before quickly adding, “I wish I had been more honoured and respected in my lifetime, but it seems that I took a course that is in conflict with the American Empire.”

Stone’s films have had relatively few strong female characters. Ask if he welcomes the #MeToo movement and the challenging of old gender norms and he gives a typically contrary answer. “It cuts both ways, though. There are reasons for patriarchy through the centuries,” he says. “Tribes tend to have a strong leader. You need strong leaders, but I do see the feminine impulse as being important, especially when situations become too militant. The feminine impulse, I’m talking about the maternal impulse not the Hillary Clinton/Margaret Thatcher version of feminism. They’re men. They’re not women,” he says. “I don’t want women in politics who want to be men. If a woman is a woman, she should be a woman and bring her maternalism. It’s a leavening influence.”

The director deplores the rush to judge historical figures about past misdeeds from a contemporary point of view. “I am conservative in that way… don’t expect to rejudge the entire society based on your new values.”

He met with Harvey Weinstein in Cannes a few years ago to discuss a potential Guantanamo Bay TV series. “At that point, maybe he knew he was on the ropes; he was delightfully charming and humble.” The project was scuppered by the scandal that that engulfed the former Miramax boss, who is now behind bars as a convicted sex offender. Stone’s gripes with Weinstein are less to do with his sexual offences than with the way that he attacked films like Born on the Fourth of July and Saving Private Ryan to boost his own movies.

“The press loved him [Weinstein]. Don’t forget, they loved him in the 1990s,” he says, remembering the disingenuous way in which Weinstein portrayed himself as the underdog taking on the big, bad Hollywood system.

“I think he robbed Cruise of the Oscar, frankly,” Stone huffs at the intensive Weinstein lobbying which saw Daniel Day-Lewis win the Academy Award for Best for My Left Foot, denying Tom Cruise for Born on the Fourth of July in the process.

Stone acknowledges his status in Hollywood has diminished. “All that’s gone. The people have changed,” he says of the days when the studios doted on him and his films were regularly awards contenders. Now, he’ll often finance his work out of Europe. He is developing a new feature film (he won’t say what it is). “Never say die, never say it’s over,” he says of his career.

Stone is based in Los Angeles and also has “a place in New York”. During the pandemic, he still managed to travel to Russia to make his nuclear power/clean energy documentary. “I got my shots over there because the EU is so f***ing stupid,” he says of the of the Europeans’ refusal to recognise the Sputnik vaccine. “It’s ridiculous, part of the political madness of this time.”

Now, he is putting all his energy into his new documentary about nuclear power. He waves away the idea that the Chernobyl and Fukushima disasters show what can go wrong – they were accidents.

“Accidents you learn from. If there were not a few crashes, how would you fly?” he says. It’s a line that somehow seems to express his entire philosophy of life.

-Geoffrey Macnab interviews Oliver Stone, The Independent, Jul 15 2021 [x]

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The Lost Princess Chapter 67

Warnings: still don’t know

Rating: SFW

You and the others arrived in what looked like a bedroom and all of the objects looked huge.

“What in the world?” Sora asked as he passed an equally oversized xylophone and soccer ball.

“Where are we?” you asked. Vanitas looked up to the larger-than-life bedside table and realized...

“Oh my gosh! Have we been shrunk?! And...and look at us!” he said. You all looked at yourselves, a similar figure though with considerably more plastic.

“You know what the magic is for. We have to protect the world order!” Donald said.

“Border?” Rumi asked.

“‘Order’!”

“No one can understand you, chicken,” Roxy said.

“I’m not a chicken!” Something to the left caught Goofy's eye.

“Gawrsh...” he said. You and the others looked over. “Who's gonna protect the order from them?”

“Heartless!” you and the others said. You all summoned your weapons and ran at the Heartless.

“Okay. We go on three. One, two...” Woody said. Buzz's wings opened suddenly when he saw you and the others arrive.

“Wait!” he said. Rex, already at a running start, almost fell off the bed.

“What are you doing?!” Woody asked. Buzz directed Woody's gaze back to the floor.

“Who are those guys?” Woody asked. You and the others took out all the Heartless as the toy gang made their way to the wooden floor.

“Are they new?” Hamm asked.

“Wait! Ah-- Ah-- You look familiar!” Rex said. He shoved past the rest of them toward a confused Sora. “I know this. You're, uh, you're, uhhh...”

“Yozora!” Hamm said.

“Huh? My name's Sora.” A red dot appeared on Sora's chest as Buzz stood on alert.

“Stay back! For all we know, the intruders sent them,” Buzz said. Rex excitedly tackled Sora.

“Yozora!” he said.

“Slow down there, Rex. We don't know them,” Woody said.

“But we can trust them. They're the number-one-selling heroes in the country!”

“Yeah, Andy's mom must've bought 'em for him,” Hamm said. Rex shook Sora's hand as Buzz continued staying his distance, walking around you all in a circle.

“Hamm's right. Did you see how easily they took care of the intruders? I bet they're here to figure out why all our friends have gone missing, and why Buzz's laser started actually laser-ing...and all the weird stuff that's been going on,” Rex said. Buzz stared at the laser gun on his arm. “I mean, that's what heroes do, right?”

“Let's not jump to conclusions,” Buzz said.

“Hmm...” Woody said.

“Gotta be smart, Woody.” Woody casually walked up to Sora, surprising Buzz.

“So, you're...Andy's new toys?” he asked.

“Toys?” you and the others asked.

“You sure did a number on those intruders.”

“Those are the Heartless,” Goofy said.

“The bad guys!” Donald said.

“There’s also these creatures called Negaverses. Super dangerous,” Rumi said as she played with one of the bunny ears on her hood.

“We've been fighting against those ‘intruders’ for a while,” you said.

“I knew it!” Rex said. Hamm chuckled.

“Hmm... Okay,” Woody said.

“Huh?” Buzz asked.

“In that case, you're all right by me. My name's Woody. Put 'er there.” He offered a hand and Sora shook it.

“Hey,” Sora said.

“Now hold on,” Buzz said.

“I'm Sora--”

“Yozora!” Rex said over excitedly. He got forlorn looks from everyone and joined the rest of Andy's toys.

“Actually, my name's Sora...”

“I’m (Y/N) and that’s my brother Vanitas over there.”

“‘Sup?” Vanitas said.

“I’m Yui and this is my twin sister Roxy.”

“I’m Rumi.”

“And I'm Donald.”

“I'm Goofy.”

“And I'm...Buzz Lightyear.”

“Call me Hamm. It's a real honor.”

“And I'm Rex! I'm your biggest fan. In fact, I've been playing your game for months now. And I've already gotten you all the way up to LV 47. But that Bahamut boss is really tough. Slinky and I can't figure out how to beat him.” The Green Army Men walked up to you and the group. “Oh, I wish Slinky and the others were here. They'd be so happy to meet you!”

“All troops at attention, sir!” Sarge said. The Army Men saluted and you and the others returned it. A rolling sound caught your attention and your heard a squeak as the three Little Green Men coasted toward you on Andy's skateboard.

“Weeee!” they said. You and the others leaped out of the way. After leaving the skateboard, the toy aliens waddled over to Donald, their eyes blinking individually.

“Strangers,” one of them said.

“From the outside,” another said.

“Welcome,” another said. Rumi squealed and tried to hold one in her arms.

“They're all toys? So that's why we look the way we do,” Vanitas said. He saw Buzz walking towards him and Sora as the aliens go on their way.

“Excuse me. You said that you've battled those intruders before. Tell us where and why,” Buzz said.

“Oh... Well, uh...we are--” Sora said.

“Order!” Donald said to him. Sora covered his mouth, making Vanitas snort and roll his eyes.

“Well? You must have come from somewhere,” Buzz said. Hamm agreed while Woody walked over.

“Take it easy, Buzz. What matters is that they got those intruders out of our way--for at least a little while. No need to interrogate them,” Woody said.

“Yeah, Buzz!” Rex said.

“Woody's right,” Hamm said.

“Noted. But still...” Buzz said.

“Oi. Have those ‘intruders’--the Heartless--been a problem around here?” Roxy said.

“No, they just showed up a little while ago,” Woody said.

“In fact, those ‘Heartless’ materialized...right after our friends up and vanished,” Buzz said.

“You don't think...” Donald said to Goofy.

“Well, gee. It can't just be a coincidence,” Goofy replied. Sora nodded and Woody gazed up at the window over Andy's desk.

“It wasn't always this lonely. One day we woke up, and we were the only toys left here. Nobody's heard from Mom, Molly, or Andy...” Woody said. He sat on a wooden block and stared at the underside of his shoe where the name "ANDY" was written in faded ink. “We keep waiting for Andy to come home.”

“You really care about him,” Yui said. Woody nodded and stood back up, rejoining you and the group.

“Yeah... He's the best friend that toys like us could ever hope to have,” he said. He placed a hand on Buzz's shoulder and the toys smiled.

“All right. We'd better start looking!” you said.

“Huh?” Woody asked.

“Have you gotten any clues we can go on--any other strange things that happened?” Sora asked.

“Well... Hmm. There's one thing.”

“One big thing,” Hamm said.

“Huge, sir,” Sarge said.

“What thing?” Rex said.

“After everyone went MIA, the intruders didn't come alone. They arrived with a guy wearing a hood, dressed in black, just like you. As a matter of fact, he's the only other toy we've seen, outside of you guys,” Buzz said.

“A black hood?” Vanitas gasped. “But that would mean...”

“The Organization!” you and the others said.

“You know who it is?” Woody asked.

“Yeah. They're bad news,” Roxy said.

“Seems like you have a lot of enemies,” Buzz said.

“We may have a hunch what's causing all the weirdness. Would you mind if we handle this?” Sora said.

“I'm sorry. But we're not gonna leave this to you,” Woody said.

“Huh?” you and the others asked.

“If that guy had something to do with our friends vanishing, then he's our problem too. We've got to work together.” He extended a hand once more to Sora, who reciprocated.

“Right!” Sora said. You and the others shared a delighted response.

“So then, where can we find that guy?” you asked. Woody knelt toward the Army Men.

“Sarge, any word from the recon team?” he asked.

“The latest reports place him in town, sir. At Galaxy Toys!” Sarge said. He pointed to the Galaxy Toys flyer on Andy's bulletin board.

“Then Galaxy Toys is where we're going. Sora, (Y/N). Follow me,” Woody said. He looked up to the window and you and the others followed his gaze. “It's out the window and down the roof.”

“Not so fast, cowboy,” Buzz said.

“Hm?”

“You seem pretty gung ho about going, but shouldn't we stay here and wait for Andy?”

“Well... You've got a point, but...we've tried waiting. Look, if we go with Sora, we might find a clue. Are you with me, Buzz?” Buzz smiled.

“Of course. Okay, let's move out!” he said. You all exited through the window and down the roof of the garage to the driveway, engaging in spars with the Heartless that blocked your way. You all reached Galaxy Toys, home of Vic the Visitor, their alien mascot, displayed by the gigantic flying saucer that stood atop the building. You all crossed the threshold and entered the enormous toy store, Rex running in ahead.

“We're here!” he said. You all followed in awe of the spacious place. Large displays of Gigas were scattered on different shelves along with game boxes of all kinds. In the center of the first floor was an oversized gumball machine labeled "Space Capsule" with metal tracks leading in spirals to the upper floors. Roxy noticed the giant red Gigas.

“Oi, why doesn't THAT toy move?” she asked.

“I guess it hasn't figured it out,” Woody said.

“Figured what out?” Sora asked.

“I can make it move for you,” someone said. You and the others looked above the Space Capsule, where a black hooded figure entered through a dark portal, uncovering his hood and revealing himself to be Young Xehanort.

“You!” you and Vanitas growled.

“You're from the dream--the first of the Xehanorts!” Sora said.

“I'm so honored you remember me,” Y!Xehanort said. He snapped his fingers and three Heartless appeared along with three Negaverses. One Heartless jumped into the helmet of the red Gigas and assumed control of it. Its claw arm started to move with clicking sounds and it leaped toward you and Sora. Woody raised his hat to see better.

“Oh no! He CAN move!” he said.

“Way cool!” Hamm said. The arm spun backwards into a fist with Hamm giving off a startled shriek.

“Look out!” Vanitas said. As the Gigas attempted a punch, you and your team held him off while Woody knocked Hamm out of the way.

“One heart's shadows fill the emptiness of another. See how they bring him to life? Like Heartless and Nobodies, they fit together,” Y!Xehanort said.

“Enough! Why the hell are you doing this?!” you said.

“There's a darkness we are missing and must reclaim. The way hearts connect in this world can provide us with a clue. So we made a copy of the world, and then pulled those hearts apart. I wonder how you'll handle the strain.” Hamm ran off to hide behind a potted plant with Rex. Young Xehanort summoned the portal again and began to enter.

“Wait! What the hell does that mean?” Vanitas said.

“Don't let me down.” Young Xehanort left and the Gigas knocked you and your team away. Woody caught you all.

“Oh no!” Rex said.

“Woody! What is going on? Is this toy a friend...or foe?” Buzz said. The Gigas stood, aiming its arm cannon at them.

“I think we've got our answer,” Woody said. The cannon fires burst, causing you all to flee in opposite directions, hiding behind shelving units.

“Oi, (Y/N)! You wanna take this?” Roxy said.

“Yeah! If the Heartless know how to do it, there's no reason you can't,” Sora said.

“I’ll give it a try!” you said. You ran toward the Gigas, taking a spinning leap and landing inside. You grabbed onto the two control sticks inside and closed the helmet, leaping down to the floor to face off against the Heartless-controlled Gigas while also having Odile close by. Using the toy mech's various blasters, punches, Odile’s power, and explosions, you defeated the main Gigas troops while the others took down the small Heartless and Negaverses legions on the floor. The red Gigas slowed to a stop and the helmet opened as a Heartless disappeared, the Heart being released from inside it. You leaped out of the blue Gigas.

“He was being controlled? He wasn't just switched into battle mode by accident?” Buzz asked.

“Buzz?” Sora asked. Buzz turned away

“It’s nothing,” he sighed.

“I'm confused. That guy in the black coat--did he say he made a copy of the real world? What's that mean?” Woody said.

“It...prob'ly means they split this world in two--your friends in one world, us in the other. Only one of the worlds is real, and the other is just really convincing,” Vanitas said.

“You can't be serious. Oh! That's right, you're from a video game. Well, maybe in your game, that's how things work...but here in reality, you can't ‘split worlds.’” Buzz said. You and your team were at lost for words.

“This is ridiculous,” Buzz said. He waved you and your team off and walked away towards Woody. “Woody, let's go.”

“I admit, it does sound just a little far-fetched,” Woody said. Donald and Goofy rejoined the group. “But...say we HAVE been taken to some kind of alternate world. That would explain why your laser's real. And is it really that crazy? Worse than ‘evil emperors’ and ‘protecting the galaxy’? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Point taken. But that just means these strangers are part of the delusion. And I say it's time we parted ways and went home,” Buzz said. Donald and the others looked crestfallen.

“Thought we were friends, not strangers,” Yui said.

“Look, I get that it seems weird, but we know something's wrong with this place. We should stick together,” you said.

“(Y/N)’s right. They helped with the intruders, so they might help find our friends,” Woody said. Buzz started walking toward the red Gigas.

“They have been there for us so far. You can't deny that. Come on. Every toy deserves a fair shake. Am I right?” Woody said.

“Tell it to that toy over there,” Buzz said as he pointed to the Gigas. Woody fell silent.

“Sheriff, sir!” Sarge said. Woody looked atop the shelf to see Sarge and another Green Army Man. “Rex has just been dino-napped!”

“What's that?!” Woody asked. Sarge turned to his fellow soldier, who saluted.

“My men saw him get hauled up to the second floor, sir! And Hamm and the Aliens are MIA,” he said.

“Come on. We have got to find them!” Woody began running and Sora followed.

“Please, let us help!” he said.

“Yeah!” you and the others said. Woody looked over his shoulder at Buzz who hadn't budged and ran back over to him.

“Well, Buzz? Do you really think we can save our friends on our own? We didn't get very far before. We gotta take all the help we can get,” he said. Buzz gave an abject sigh.

“Don't worry. Sora and (Y/N) can be reckless...” Goofy said.

“Wha?” Sora asked.

“Excuse me?” you asked.

“...and Donald grumbles a lot...”

“Huh?” Donald asked.

“It’s true,” Yui said.

“...And Roxy and Vanitas do lose their temper easily...”

“Say that again,” Roxy said.

“...And Rumi does get scared easily.”

“That was so uncalled for!” Rumi said.

“But you can trust 'em!”

“Hey! He suspects you, too!” Vanitas said.

“It's true,” Sora said.

“Huh? He does?” Donald threw his hands up and Sora chuckled.

“See, they don't seem bad. Am I right, Buzz?” Woody said.

“Okay, fine. We do need the extra help. But just so we're clear: I remain skeptical about this. I'll work with you till we find our friends,” Buzz said.

“Ohhh...kay,” you and Sora said.

“Thanks for the help, Sora, (Y/N), Vanitas, Yui, Roxy, Rumi, Donald, Goofy,” Woody said.

“My troops will return to the field, sir!” Sarge said. The Army Men saluted and walked off. You and the group walked over to the Space Capsule and Buzz ejected his wings right as Woody walked into them. He scowled at Buzz for a moment, but the feeling passed.

“This ascent is gonna be rather tricky,” Buzz said.

“Too bad we're not strapped to a rocket, huh?” Woody smiled. He leaned on Buzz's wings, but Buzz retracted them back into his suit.

“Hey! Think we could use that?” you said. You pointed upwards and you all saw the spiral tracks leading to the other floors,

“It's perfect. C'mon, guys!” Woody said. You all rode the rails up to the 2nd Floor and entered a store named Action+, where you all gazed in awe of the seemingly endless shelves of action figures. Woody saw something tail-shaped out of the corner of his eye and he turned in surprise.

“Rex!” he said. He dashed around the corner of a display, but saw no one there. “Where'd he go?”

“You sure you saw him?” Buzz asked.

“Yes, he just--”

“Shh. Do you guys hear something?” Vanitas said.

“What's that?” Rumi asked as she held her hood tightly. You and Sora saw waves of darkness though a break in the boxes on display where something was moving.

“Something feels wrong...” Buzz said. With a huge swipe of its claw, an immense dragon model toy called the Supreme Smasher knocked over the display of Smasher toys in front of you all. Donald and Rumi started running back to the exit, when the store's sliding door slammed shut. The Supreme Smasher let out a giant bellow and you all clearly saw the Heartless symbol emblazoned on its neck. You all summoned your weapons and guardians.

“Another toy's being controlled!” Sora said. Buzz shook off a worrisome look and readied his laser.

“Buzz, you sure?” you asked.

“If it wanted to play nice, then it should've stayed away from my friends,” Buzz said. You and the others managed to free the controlled toys and Sora and Vanitas dispelled their Keyblades with a sigh of relief. Suddenly, another Supreme Smasher landed behind you all and roared. You and the others heard a scream and looked over to see a dragon-shaped glider hooked to the ceiling flying in circles piloted by a shouting Rex. It spun at full speed, knocking the hook out of the tile, sending the glider and Rex flying into the Supreme Smasher just as it reached back for a claw slash at you and Sora. The dragon toy fell over as Rex flew into an Air Droid display along with an orange puppet hanging from a cloud-like gear. After landing on the floor, the gear tried to float away but Rex landed on it.

“What's this?!” he asked. The puppet turned its head to face Rex menacingly, revealing a Heartless symbol on its hat. “Oh no! What did I do?!”

He ran away from it while Sora and Vanitas struck down the Marionette Heartless with one swipe of their Keyblades. Woody sighed with relief, wiping his brow.

“Nice moves, Rex,” he said.

“That was great!” Rumi said.

“Great? Really? Would you say I was impressive?” Rex asked.

“Very impressive, Rex! We couldn't look away!” Roxy said.

“Hurray! Oh, that makes me so happy!” Rex turned to Donald. “Were you watching too? Did you see what I did?”

“Yeah, good for you,” Donald said as he and Woody tried to calm him down.

“Listen, Rex,” Woody said.

“I was going for fearsome...” Rex said.

“Would ya--”

“...but I think I might've actually achieved something close to terrifying!”

“Earth to Rex!” Rex stopped.

“Do you know where the others were taken?” Sora asked.

“What do you mean? Did something bad happen?” Rex asked.

“Back to square one,” Buzz said.

“Oh, great,” Roxy said. Woody heard a clicking sound of plastic on metal and looked up to see the sergeant climbing down the vent near the ceiling.

“Sarge! Have you got a status report?” he asked.

“Sir! One of my men just located Hamm forward of our position, in Babies in Toddlers,” Sarge saluted. You and the group smiled with the good news. “The corporal was debriefing him, but something must have gone wrong. All radio contact has been lost.”

“Anything more specific we can go on?” Vanitas asked.

“Right before I lost contact, I heard music with some sort of sonic interference.”

“Music?” Buzz asked.

“Ya think it could be the Heartless?” Goofy asked.

“Or a Negaverse?” Yui asked.

“What if it's another big monster?” Donald asked.

“Let’s find out,” you said.

“I agree,” Woody said. You and the group started walking ahead, while Rex stayed put.

“Actually...I think I'll head back and wait by the entrance. I'm sure those vents are gonna be much too narrow for my big dinosaur tail,” he said. Sora looked up at the vent.

“Really? I'm sure you'd fit,” he said.

“Rex is right. Besides, we need a lookout at the entrance. It's an important mission. Can you do it?” Buzz interjected.

“Yes, sir!” Rex made a determined fist with his little arm and Buzz saluted him. You and the rest chuckled and made your way up into the ventilation shaft. Using the vents to reach the third floor of Galaxy Toys you all exited into the Dolls section of Babies & Toddlers.

“This is Babies and Toddlers. Where do you guys think we should start?” Woody said. Goofy bent down to speak to the sergeant.

“Sarge, didn't you mention music?” he asked. Sarge hopped to face him.

“Affirmative, Goofy,” he said. You peered out through the vast toy section.

“Hmm... All right. Why don't we look for things that make noise?” you said.

“Sure!” Sora and the others said.

“That's good thinking for you,” Roxy said. She walked off, cackling.

“Wha... What do you mean, for me?” Roxy broke off into a run.

“Hey, where ya--” Roxy ran around Vanitas.

“Roxy!” you laughed. The two of you ended up in a standoff around Vanitas.

“I think they really are good guys,” Woody said. You tried to grab Roxy but she runs past you and shook her butt while sticking her tongue out.

“Hold still!” you said. Yui and your team chuckled and you ran after Roxy.

“Well, you wouldn't have trusted them otherwise,” Buzz said. Roxy tried to run around Vanitas again but you blocked her, prompting Roxy to dive through your legs. Yui and the team laughed harder.

“What?” you asked.

“Missed me!” Roxy laughed as she leaped onto her feet.

“Don't!”

“And I know that your trust is a hard-earned treasure,” Buzz said. You and Roxy continued to play cat and mouse.

“No! Stop that!” you said.

“Victory is mine!” Roxy laughed. Woody smiled softly at Buzz.

“Well...for all our sakes, let's hope you're right, cowboy. I'm willing to give 'em a chance at least for a little while longer. Especially if it means getting Andy and our friends back,” Buzz said.

“Agreed,” Woody said. You and the others searched through the store, taking out more Heartless and Negaverse-possessed toys, until you all reached a large gramophone in the corner at a display labeled Musical Toads. Sora and Vanitas hopped onto the turntable.

“Is this it?” Vanitas asked. He and Sora began to run on the record and the symphony of toads on the display lit up and began playing.

“Come on, you two...You've never used a record player?” Woody said.

“Huh?” Sora asked. He and Vanitas slowed down and the music stopped as Woody leaped up onto the record as well.

“Like this!” Woody said. He started running along the record, throwing Sora and Vanitas off-balance. The two boys returned to a run and laughed as the orchestra continued playing.

“It's working!” Rumi said. One of the instruments played a false note.

“Wait, did that sound off to you?” Yui asked.

“It did,” Donald said.

“Huh?” Sora and Vanitas asked. Distracted, Sora and Vanitas slowed down and almost crashed into Woody.

“Heeey!” Woody said. Sora and Vanitas sped back up and you called up to them.

“Sora! Vanitas! There's some kinda strange noise coming from the orchestra!” you said. Sora, Vanitas, and Woody exchanged glances.

“Got it! Woody, you keep the record going,” Sora waved. He and Vanitas jumped down from the turntable.

“Whoa-whoa-whoa!” Woody said. You and your team searched the orchestra for the instrument that's playing off-rhythm and found that it's the tuba-playing toad. Woody struggled to catch his breath as he kept the music playing while Goofy peered into the tuba.

“Hmm... Somethin' seems to be stuck in this tuba,” Goofy said.

“I'll get it out,” Vanitas said. He reached into the tuba, feeling around for the obstruction. He found it and struggled to get it unstuck.

“Almost got it...” he said. With a loud pop, he pulled out...”

“Got it!” he said. ...the corporal. Vanitas placed him gently on the table.

“Corporal!” Sarge said. The sergeant hopped down from a higher ledge and walked over to the corporal, placing a hand on his back. “You all right, son?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Corporal said.

“That's the soldier Sarge lost contact with,” Buzz said. Sarge got the soldier to his feet and put his arm around his shoulders, hoisting him up.

“So you found Hamm?” Sora asked.

“Yes. But...while I was radioing in, a giant hand grabbed me, and it stuffed me in there. They must have taken Hamm to another location. We have to hurry!” Corporal said. He tried to walk his injured self, but fell over.

“Wait, Corporal. You're not fit for action,” Sarge said as he helped him stand again.

“But Sarge...”

“Your tour is over, son. And it's all right. Our trusted allies will take over.” You and your team saluted them and the corporal started tearing up. “I will move the corporal to a safer location.”

“Good luck,” Corporal saluted. The Green Army Men walked off as the music continued to play and Woody continued to run. They reached the edge of the orchestra ledge and gave Woody a salute.

“Huh...?” Woody asked. They hopped down the ledge. “Hey, hey, hey, hey! What is...going on?!”

“Oh, right!” you said.

“Woody! Mission complete!” Buzz said. Woody leaped off the record player and the music slowed to a stop.

“Why didn't...you tell me...a little sooner?” he asked, winded. He fell to his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry, there's no time to rest. Hamm needs us,” Buzz said. He hopped off the table and Woody gave an exhausted salute. You and the others soon found a dollhouse that was rattling around in a window display. You all struggled to get the side of the house open, but with everyone's help, it unlatched, and the you all landed in a pileup.

“Talk about cabin fever. Thanks for the save,” Hamm said. He walked out of the dollhouse much to your surprise.

“You okay, Hamm?” Woody asked.

“Yeah, aside from being locked in, the accommodations were fine.” He nodded over to the fully-furnished inside of the house, where Rumi and Donald stepped inside.

“Aww. What a tiny little house. Reminds me a lot of the one I used to have,” Rumi said. They walked by the window where a giant doll peered inside.

“Huh?” Donald asked. The doll brimmed with darkness and its sudden appearance caused Rumi and Donald to thrash about the house.

“Who was--” Woody asked. Hamm shrieked in terror and backed away.

“What's wrong?” Buzz asked.

“She's back! That's the doll that pig-penned me!” Hamm said. The doll's eyes glowed orange, matching the glowing Heartless symbol on her left bunny ear.

“Hamm, take cover,” Woody said.

“Uh, copy that. One stay in the dread-and-breakfast was enough for me!” Hamm said as he ran away.

“Not another possessed toy...” Buzz said.

“Guys, look alive!” Yui said. You and the others fought the possessed Angelic Amber doll along with a horde of Bouncy Pets and Patchwork Animals also under the Marionette Heartless's and Negaverses control. The doll stopped floating and its eyes return to their normal shade of blue. It slumped against the floor, lifeless.

“Wait... What if we end up just like her? Forgetting ourselves and... attacking each other?” Buzz asked.

“No way, Buzz. That won't happen,” you said.

“No way!” Donald said.

“You guys are too strong,” Goofy said.

“You can't be sure! What if I get taken over, then attack you?” Buzz said, hotly. Woody placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Buzz, you're overthinking it,” he said.

“Yeah. The Heartless--the darkness--can only creep in when our hearts falter. Trust me. You'll be fine if you don't lose heart,” Sora said.

“Well, that's good. Because I know you, Buzz. You'll never lose heart when it comes to your friends,” Woody said as he flicked his hat upwards.

“True enough, cowboy,” Buzz said as he gave a small smile. “Sorry to have worried you all.”

“No problem. Now, let's go find the others.” You all returned to the window, Buzz helping Woody up to the windowsill, and met back up with Hamm. Donald and Goofy spotted something through the glass.

“Look!” Donald said. A UFO with a crane claw sailed past the window, a trail of darkness behind it.

“A flying saucer!” Goofy said as Woody adjusted his hat.

“I think I know who that might lead us to. C'mon, guys!” Woody said. You all opened the window right as the UFO passed by and Woody waved you all through when the coast was clear.

“Hey, Woody. I'd just slow you down, with all the loose change I'm carrying. I'll hang by the entrance,” Hamm said.

“No problem. Be safe, Hamm,” Woody said as he leaped out of the window.

“Hey, thanks, buddy. You just take care of your old self.” He left and Woody rejoined you and the group.

“Now, let's follow that UFO!” he said.

“Right!” you all said. You all entered the Outdoor playplace of Babies & Toddlers where the UFO was flying through. The Aliens spotted it with glee.

“They have come for us,” the first one said.

“The mystic portal awaits,” the second one said. The UFO stopped over the three Aliens and the claw descended, sending you and the group running after them.

“Oh no!” Buzz said.

“Wait!” Rumi said.

“Stop!” Woody said. The Aliens were snatched up into the mothership.

“Farewell!” they said.

“It's getting away!” Buzz said.

“Don't go!” Rumi said. Surrounded by Toy Trooper Heartless, you and the others took down the possessed UFO. It dropped the Aliens, which Rumi caught quickly, and faltered in the air, eventually losing power and sinking to the floor.

“We are back!” the Aliens said. They escaped from Rumi’s grasp and they started to run in different directions.

“Our ship is no more,” the first one said.

“Nirvana will not be reached,” the second one said. Sora picked one up with a squeak.

“Sorry I trashed your ride,” he said.

“Fear not,” it said.

“We still have our new home,” the first one said.

“The Chamber of Andy,” the Aliens said.

“They're right,” Buzz said. Sora set the Alien down. “This isn't where we belong. We've been in this toy store long enough. It's time for us to go home to Andy's room.”

“But...dad told us that room isn't even his real room,” Vanitas said.

“Can you prove that any of that nonsense is true?” Buzz asked. You and the others sighed. “And even if that Andy's room IS fake, it doesn't mean he's not somewhere in this world with us. I'm going home to wait for him. No more debate. Are you with me Woody?”

“Hmm... You’re right, Buzz. Now that we're all accounted for, we should meet up at the entrance and go home,” Woody said.

“Okay. We could have used friends like you for the final showdown...” you said.

“But Organization XIII's our problem to solve,” Yui said. Sora nodded and Donald hopped in place.

“Yeah, I can take 'em!” Donald said.

“I'm not so sure about that...” Roxy said. Goofy chuckled.

“I'll show ya!” Roxy laughed and ran up to Woody and Buzz, you and the others following suit.

“Guys, can we see you off?” you asked.

“That would be great,” Woody said. You and the others returned to the first floor.

“Sarge, roll call,” Woody said as he pointed to the Green Army Man and walked past him.

“Sir, yes sir! Roll call! All toys, fall in!” Sarge saluted. The Army Men, Hamm, and the Aliens formed a line as Buzz walked by them.

“Sarge... Army Men times four... Hamm... Aliens 1, 2, 3...” Buzz said. The Army Men saluted and each Alien squeaked as they raised their hands. “Wait. Where's Rex?”

“Aw, he took off. Said he wanted to prove to you you could trust Sora. He's up there by the video games,” Hamm said as he pointed up to the third floor and Buzz sighed.

“Well, here we go again.”

“Huh? This is about us?” Sora asked as he gave a worried look.

“He's not safe. The Heartless and the Negaverses are out there,” you said.

“You're right. Any chance you guys could help us one last time?” Woody said.

“Sure!” You, Vanitas, and Sora said.

“Of course!” Rumi and Goofy said.

“You bet!” Roxy, Yui, and Donald said.

“Thanks guys.” You all returned to the third floor and entered the video game store where you all found Rex among the Verum Rex merchandise.

“Hurray!” he said. He hopped down and rushed over to Sora with the game in his hands.

“Look! Look! I found it!” he said. He held it almost too close to Sora's face, trying to show him the cover.

“See, Sora?” The cover showed an image of the silver-haired Yozora lazing on stone steps with his sword and crossbow.

“Well, I never look THIS good. The clothes kinda match,” Sora said. Buzz and Woody walked further into the game store around a giant poster for Verum Rex, where they could see a much larger version of the game cover.

“Whaddaya know! They ARE video game figures. See? I told ya, Buzz. They're toys, just like the rest of us,” Woody said. Buzz looked over to you and your team as something caught Rex's eye.

“Well, I suppose,” he said. You and Sora Sora leaned over to speak privately with Donald and Roxy.

“Donald, I thought your magic decided how I look. Explain,” Sora said.

“And I thought that Spirit’s don’t change their looks,” you said.

“It doesn’t apply to all of the worlds,” Roxy said.

“And that’s not you,” Donald said.

“Say, Riku would make a great action figure!” Goofy said.

“Must be him!” Rumi said.

“It kind of looks like him,” Vanitas said.

“No! It's me. I've got the black clothes and, uh...” Sora trailed off slowly.

“So what?” Yui asked.

“All right, everyone. Now that we're back together, it's time to return to Andy's room,” Buzz said. Rex was reading the back cover of a Play Plus strategy guide.

“Now?” he asked. He dropped the book and searched through the shelf, tossing books aside.

“But can't I at least check the strategy guides? I want to know how to beat Bahamut!” He said as he managed to find the Verum Rex guide.

“Next time. Right now, we need to go home,” Buzz said. He took the book and tossed it away. Rex's face turned sad and Buzz consoled him with a tap him on the snout. Rex walked away hesitantly from the book, following Buzz back to the group. A figure with a pair of boots landed on the floor nearby.

“Oh, but you needn't rush off,” Y!Xehanort said. The voice caught your attention and you all summon your weapons and guardians.

“You!” You and Vanitas said.

“I have more to observe. I can't let you leave yet.”

“It’s me that you really want. Leave my friends out of this!” you said. Y!Xehanort smirked.

“You WOULD say that, Spirit of Light,” he said. Suddenly, a pounding headache ran through you, causing you to scream in pain.

“(Y/N)!” Sora and the others yelled. You fell to the ground, whimpering in pain.

“Roxy, Vanitas, stay with (Y/N) while we deal with Xehanort!” Sora said. Roxy and Vanitas nodded while Sora turned towards Y!Xehanort.

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You looked around and saw that you were in a dark place. You tried taking a step but found that you couldn’t.

“What’s happening?” you asked. Suddenly, memories of you as a child started showing up. From the day you were found by Xehanort to the day you met Sora.

“Why is he doing this?” you asked yourself. You heard someone singing and looked over to see what looked like a woman in the Realm of Darkness.

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“Who is she?” you asked.

“(Y/N)...stop Xehanort...” a voice said.

“Huh?” Before the voice could say another thing, you were brought back to your friends.

“(Y/N)! You’re okay!” Vanitas said.

“Yeah...” you said as you sat up slowly. You looked over and saw Sora still talking with Y!Xehanort.

“What did you do to him?!” he asked. You looked over and saw Buzz trying to shoot Goofy with his lazer. Sora attacked Y!Xehanort, who phased away in the blink of an eye.

“I thought I made it clear. I am testing the strength of their bonds,” Y!Xehanort said. He walked around the room, phasing in and out as Sora tried to strike him down, but only slicing air.

“In this world, toys have hearts. And those hearts come from a powerful bond,” he said. Sora looked around, seeing Y!Xehanort on a high display case above a video screen.

“So what happens when those bonds are stretched to their limit? When they are worlds apart, can cloth and plastic hold on to their hearts?” Sora leaped to the top of the display with another failed attack.

“All I needed was a wedge to widen the divide--someone like you to fill them with distrust and doubt.” Sora found him walking along the display and Y!Xehanort dodged each of Sora's blows effortlessly.

“And that chasm you created can be filled with a vast darkness.” He appeared on the floor and Sora leaped down at him, striking nothing.

“Witness it for yourself.”

“Sora!” you and the others said. You and the others were trying to hold Buzz at bay, but he continued his laser blasts unflinching as Goofy stopped them from hitting Woody.

“Do somethiiing!” Rex said.

“On my way!” Sora said. He tried to run to their aid, but Y!Xehanort snatched him up.

“Sora!” you said.

“Not this time!” Y!Xehanort said. He summoned a concentrated energy blast near Sora's waist, which then exploded, blasting him into the nearby video screen. He phased into it, sending a ripple through the screen. He landed on a metal surface of an enormous boat several miles from a nighttime city skyline.

“Sora! What did you do to him?!” you said.

“Nothing that will kill him. Or maybe that’s my intention.”

“You son of a--!” You ran over to him and attacked him with your dagger. Meanwhile, Sora landed in the video game that Y!Xehanort was standing in front of.

“Where am I?” he asked.

“Haven't you heard? In this world, you come from a video game. So now, you can watch my experiment from inside that screen. That is...if you manage to find a moment's rest,” Y!Xehanort said. He teleported out of the store as Sora came face to face with the Gigas inside Verum Rex.

“There's got to be a way out. Buzz, Woody, hang on!” Sora said. After a few minutes, Sora leaped out of the television screen to the delighted faces of his friends except you. You sat on your knees, looking at where Y!Xehanort was.

“I’m gonna kill him...” you mumbled.

“Wait...Where's Buzz?” Sora asked. You looked behind you and saw him standing there. You stood up and walked over to him.

“He disappeared into a dark corridor,” you said.

“Oh...”

“Sora, how do we get him back?” Woody asked.

“I don't know. My power won't open those.”

“Neither will ours,” Roxy said. Yui nodded in agreement.

“Vanitas, what about you?” Sora asked.

“Same situation as the twins.” Woody breathed a large sigh as the Green Army Men walked nearer.

“Sir, did I hear you say ‘dark corridor’?” Sarge asked.

“That's right, Sarge. Any ideas?” Woody said.

“Well, it might be a long shot, but we've sighted a shadowy portal in the Kid Korral. We can infiltrate from a window inside Babies and Toddlers.” Woody's disposition lightened. “I'll head there and get it open.”

“Sarge, you're a lifesaver!” Woody turned to your and the others. “You guys in?”

“Yeah!” you all said.

“Please promise you'll bring Buzz home,” Rex said.

“With batteries included?” Hamm asked.

“Journey safely,” the first alien said.

“Farewell!” the second alien said.

“Don't worry. WE'RE gonna get our friend back,” Woody said. You and the others returned to the Outdoor section of Babies & Toddlers.

“Vani. Can I talk to you about something?” you said.

“Sure.”

“I think we have another sister.”

“Huh? How do you know?”

“During that headache, I caught a glimpse of a woman. She was in the Realm of Darkness and she was trying to tell me something.”

“What did she say?”

“She said to stop dad but before she could say another thing, I was brought back here.”

“Well, if she is dad’s daughter, then we need to save her before something bad happens.”

“I know she is. I can feel it.” Vanitas wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered.

“I hope so.”

“Guys, look!” Woody said. High above on a windowed wall with the design of a house was a much smaller window.

“That must be the window Sarge mentioned,” Yui said. You all made your way up through the window and entered the Kid Korral, where Sora saw odd green cubes piled against the main door.

“The entrance was blocked by BLOCKS?” he asked.

“Can you use the Gigas to move 'em?” Vanitas asked.

“Yeah, maybe. I'll try.” Sora piloted a nearby blue Gigas, stretching its arm out. He activated the claw which sent magnetic bolts to the green blocks, causing them to glow and disperse, unbarring the door. You and the others moved further into the room where Donald spotted something.

“Up there!” he said. A stream of darkness emanated from the uppermost vent in the room, much too high to reach by normal means, especially at toy height.

“How we gonna reach that?” Sora asked.

“(Y/N). Your guardian is a swan. Maybe you and Odile can pile up the blocks so that we can reach up there,” Rumi said.

“Okay, if you say so,” you said. You pulled out your dagger and held it up into the air. “ODILE!”

From behind you, Odile was summoned. With the help from Roxy, you climbed on Odile and told her what to do. She gave a honk in agreement and she helped place the blocks together while Sora and the others took down the Heartless and the Negaverses. Once all the blocks had been gathered and piled up, three cones landed on top of the green figure assembled and a fanfare played. The figure, with a permanent surprised look on its face, leaned over toward the wall, providing a path up to the vent.

“Hey, is that...” Roxy asked.

“A cactus?” Rumi asked. The vent cover fell open.

“Yep, and it's our way up to the dark corridor,” Vanitas said. You and the others made your way to the vent and entered it, finding a corridor of darkness.

“It looked like this?” Sora asked.

“Yup,” Goofy said.

“Here goes,” You said. You and the others passed through the ominous portal, finding themselves in a hazy abyss. Buzz was hovering in the center, darkness coming off of him and spreading through the air. Y!Xehanort waited for them, waves of dark energy covering the floor as pieces of toys were scattered about the abyss, floating on invisible strings.

“Buzz!” Sora and Woody said.

“Dad!” you and Vanitas said.

“What do you want with my friend?” Woody asked.

“Look... Such tremendous darkness. All because he was ripped away from the boy who cares about him most,” Y!Xehanort said. The waves punched upward.

“Does that mean...we'll all be like Buzz...” The waves coalesced around Woody. “...if we don't...find Andy?”

“Wrong! Distance doesn't matter. Andy's part of their hearts, just like my friends are part of mine,” you said. Sora and the others nodded in agreement, glaring at Y!Xehanort.

“You can't rip that apart!” Sora said. Woody looked at the bottom of his shoe where Andy had written his name years ago, and then at Buzz's, just the same. Buzz was carried higher by the waves as Xehanort raised an arm.

“What? ‘Your friends are your power’? Ah... How very true. But if the light of friendship is a form of power...the darkness of being alone is a power...even greater. Darkness is the heart's true nature,” Y!Xehanort said. You were stunned to silence, but Woody placed a hand on your shoulder and walked past you.

“Whatever you're talking about, I don't care. Put Buzz back the way he was, then get lost!” he said.

“Or else what, toy?”

“Yeah, I am a toy. And a friend.” Woody stamped down with his foot, breaking the waves of darkness slightly, revealing the floor underneath. “My guess is no one's ever loved you before. Because you know NOTHING about hearts and love.”

“WHAT DID HE SAY?!” Roxy cackled.

“Roxy!” Yui scolded. You and Sora joined Woody in the circle of light, both making steps forward.

“There are hearts all around us, trying to connect. Your ‘loneliness’ only made Woody and Buzz's connection stronger. THAT's the heart's true nature--to never, ever let go. Wherever they are, Andy and the other toys haven't let go either,” you said.

“Yeah! You can't keep us from Andy. We're going home no matter what. And taking Buzz!” Woody said.

“Xehanort, you're so caught up in finding the shadows, you forgot about the light that cast them,” Sora said. The force of light broke through the dark waves, tearing apart the darkness holding Buzz in the air. As it reached Buzz, it shined out with a brilliant light.

“No!” Y!Xehanort said. You and your team charged forward, forcing Xehanort to summon his Keyblade, blocking the you all.

“Woody, now!” Vanitas said. Woody leaped forward over them, tossing out the pull string from his back. It latched onto a Lego floating in the air and Woody swung around, using the momentum to snatch Buzz from his tangled perch. You and Sora smiled and Y!Xehanort scowled as the pull string retracted back inside Woody with a message of "Giddy-up, partner! We gotta get this wagon train a-movin'!" Suddenly, Buzz opened his eyes, seeing Woody on top of him. Woody lifted his head and gazed back at his friend. He turned over and sat with Buzz, who held his head.

“Woody...Wait, how did I get here?” Buzz asked.

“Hmm. Oh, I don't know!” Woody elbowed Buzz. “Maybe somebody switched you into ‘dark and stormy’ mode.”

“But I don't have a-” He realized what Woody is saying. The cowboy extended a hand to him and Buzz smiled, taking it, getting to his feet.

“Thank you, Woody,” he said.

“Good to have ya back, Buzz.”

“Oi, hurry up!” Roxy said. The two of them looked over to see you and your team locked in combat with Y!Xehanort.

“We can't hold him much longer!” Rumi said.

“Don't give up, guys!” Sora said. Young Xehanort knocked you all back.

“So, even empty puppets can be given strong hearts. I am going to have to remember that,” he said. Buzz aims his laser beam at Y!Xehanort.

“Remember this--our hearts will always be connected to Andy's. No matter what you do!” he said.

“And that's something you'll never understand, because you're hollower than any toy,” Woody said.

“But now I know a heart can be placed in the vessel of our choosing. For that, let me give you a parting gift to play with,” Y!Xehanort said.

“Wait!” you and Sora said. The two of you ran at Y!Xehanort and slashed right through him.

“Find the hearts joined to yours,” Y!Xehanort said. (why did that feel like he was betraying org.xiii?)

“Huh?” you and Sora asked. Xehanort vanished and Donald leaped up, pointing at the sky where the darkness had begun to break.

“There!” he said. You and the others rejoined as the darkness was swept up, forming a giant flying saucer Heartless, revealing the room as a toy-sized cityscape with a puzzle-piece road.

“Careful!” Woody said.

“Here goes!” you said. After a long battle with the King of Toys involving an electromagnetic tornado, you all succeeded in finishing off the Heartless and returned to the first floor of Galaxy Toys. You all regrouped with your friends and began walking toward the exit.

“So, crusty got away again,” Roxy said.

“Not so much as crusty but more of a brat,” Yui said. You gave a small chuckle but it didn’t make you feel better. Sora hung his head and stopped walking.

“I’m sorry!” Sora said. You and the others turned back to him, confused.

“I wanted to get you back to the real world,” he said. Woody and Buzz looked at each other and smirked.

“It does seem that we're trapped here,” Buzz said.

“We'll never get home,” Rex said.

“Yeah, stuck like pigs,” Hamm said.

“Our position appears fixed,” Sarge said.

“Oh nooo,” the three aliens said. You and the others gave a sad sigh.

“A shame we'll have to stay a little longer...with our new best friends,” Buzz said.

“Huh?” you and your team asked. Woody walked up and leaned on Sora's shoulder.

“After all the adventures we've had, we're not quite ready to say, ‘So long,’” he said. Sora laughed.

“You guys...” he said. The space ranger extended a hand.

“I'm sorry that I was being so stubborn. Please forgive me,” he said. Sora shook his head, smiling, and shook Buzz's hand.

“Hey, you were just looking out for your friends. No biggie,” he said.

“Yeah, somebody's gotta be the sensible one, especially since Woody's always gettin' in trouble,” Hamm said.

“Gawrsh, that sounds a little like Sora and (Y/N), don't it?” Goofy asked. You, Sora, and Woody exchanged a look, pointing at yourselves.

“Yeah, and I'm the dependable one!” Donald said.

“Like Buzz! ...Kinda,” Rex said. You all laughed.

“Besides, if we do go back to the real world, we'll never see you again, right?” Woody asked. Sora scratched his cheek.

“But...what about Andy? You care about him so much,” Rumi said. Buzz put a hand on her shoulder.

“And he's still right here with us,” he said as he touched his heart, smiling. Woody put an arm around Sora.

“If we follow our hearts, we'll find him again,” he said.

“Yeah!” Sora grinned. You and the others continued walking to the exit.

“So, Sora, (Y/N), are you goin' after the guy in the black coat?” Woody asked.

“Something tells me we can't join you on that mission,” Buzz said.

“That's okay...because you've become part of our hearts.” Woody pointed to Sora’s heart. “So let us become a part of yours.”

You and the others extended joyous laughter and infectious smiles as Sora side-hugged Woody.

“Thank you!” he said.

“Now, off you go. To infinity and beyond!” Buzz said.

To be continued...

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