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mimiri22-6 · 3 years

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Let's do this. One last time.

Ducktales 2017. I didn't think I was ready for the end, but the finale was too perfect to be sad nor angry.

There's so much to say-too much to say...and I'm going to try my best to say all of it.

EVERYONE IS HERE!! ENDGAME WHO?! DUCKTALES!!!!!

Seeing Webby and Scrooge interactions now, after watching this once, is just-They're So Soft! AND everything is just-AH I love it. It's so weird, but when is the family tree not screwy(also, Webby=Scrooge's clone? Webby=female? Trans Scrooge=Cannon?! I think Fucking So!)

Aaaaaaannd that's all we get from Gladstone and Fethry. If there's one thing I wish was in this episode more it would be more cousin interactions and Daisy. Though, Daisy not being too into it makes sense. Loved what we got of her tho. At least we got a little bit of them this episode, it was already pretty character packed

Well...Launchpad is only half wrong.

Oh wow. Oh Wow, I love this dynamic between LP, Drake, and Fenton...ot4? because I refuse to leave Gandra out. I love how Drake doesn't know about Fenton and Gizmo while it seems like everyone else in the world does. Still, LP/Drake and Gandra/Fenton some of my faves. So good

OH YEAH! Even the other 2 Caballeros are here!!

And the last adventure STARTS

I find it Fantastic how Dewey and Launchpad will probably die thinking F.O.W.L used the last level of a videogame as their secret layer layout

*sigh* This is why I avoid previews and wish I was better at avoiding theories from after those previews. I would have been more surprised and probably would have enjoyed this ep even more if I had Nothing to expect. But the theories were right. Tho, I did not expect how (or should I say Who) Webby was cloned from...though also I was spoiled by that when I was looking for the ep. Some ass used "Scrooge is Webby's dad" as a video title. I didn't think it was real, but I was wrong.

Awwww. Don has such a soft spot for kids

I love Lena and her development.

...*sigh* ok. "you've already got sisters" with this line, I am obligated to drop the Webby/Lena ship. I'm sorry, but it's one of my many rules for being ok with a ship. If the characters Ever say, even just once as an afterthought, they see each other as siblings or something similar, I will see them as that. It's why I've never been ok and have been uncomfortable with Shiro/Keith since Keith saved Shiro from...his clones...huh. So, from now on, I'm going to be Very uncomfortable with anything Weblena...even though the thought of them in the future was cute

HOW does a show about building ottomans have plot???

I wasn't sure how to feel about the clones All throughout this

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUEY JUST FIRST NAMED BEAKLEY!!!!!

GOLDIE AND DAISY ARE ON THE BOARD!!! SCORE!!

Oooooh. That picture of Webby's parents...is fake. It's like some picture Beakley took off the internet.

I saw a post saying how Della had to convince Donald to go on one last adventure and how she had to watch him almost die, but she really Didn't. She helped him pack and she was ready to let Donald go on his adventure("but Daisy's my adventure" They are too damn cute for their own damn good. I love them. donsy for the win), but an actual Crisis came up and he had to stay. Donald nearly dying by void was not Della's fault and if I see any more posts about how she roped Donald into a death mission, I will go up a wall and break a neck on my way down

Man, it's weird hearing this and knowing that Webby's parents don't exist

Wow! Beakley just knocked out Scrooge! Damn!

Oooh! The girls are fighting

...Woah. I just realized, the blood and brain of Scrooge McDuck and the training of Bentina Beakley. Webby is even more of a beast than we knew.

IS THAT DEVELOPMENT I HEAR!!! YOU KEEP THOSE KIDS BEHIND? YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!

Pepper. Just Pepper. She seems like one of your parent's nice coworkers that brings you brownies and pinches your cheeks

"Look after your brother." YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADRO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS OFICIALLY BOYD GEARLOSE NOW!! YEEEEE!!!!

I also really like that you can't tell which Gyro is telling that to

God, I Fucking Love the concept that is Manny. He's one of those things that if someone asked you about him outside of the fandom, you wouldn't even know where to start. It's absolutely FanFuckingTastic. He's the most magical thing in the universe? Fuck Yes, give that to me Now!

HE SPEAKS!!!!!!(I couldn't place his voice actor, but I when I looked him up I realized recognized him for Glossaryck from SVTFOE)

(Edit: Just found out that the scene with Manny was a Gargoyles ref. Nice!)

Once again, I love everything about LP, Drake, and Fenton

And then Lena Died

Aww, they both have such soft spots for children

LUDWIG VON DRAKE?!?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

(that had to be a different font because really, what the fuck)

He really did just say he was too busy to die. This duck is too powerful

(I really just don't have too much to say between all of this. I just love all of it)

Woo! Louie with the motivation!

Pft-how both of them are singing? Love to see it...wait, we don't see Don Karnage after this...DID HE DIE IN THAT CRASH?! DID DEWEY COMMIT HIS FIRST MURDER?!

"Welcome home, April." I hate you.

Of course he dabs

"he was like this when we found him." Nice to know Gos knows what to do in the event that she kills someone

Oh that's horrendous. I hate that

"Now, let's get down to business." TO DEF[get's shot]

Why is Manny like actually the best?

God, Drake and LP really are two halves of a whole idiot huh? They're soulmates, your honor

"I. Am." "Not alone in this." That was so sweet, but also JUST TELL HIM!!

And now Glom is dead

Oh, that's a lot of mind control

"Even by our standards, this is a weird day." Couldn't say it better, Lena

"How do you think Della found out about the Spear of Selene?" OH, YOU MOTHERFU

"Oh, Bradford, how villainous." DAMN! HE REALLY DID JUST DO THAT, HUH?!

"MOOOM!" "NOOO!" OH NO, MY HEART! IT FUNCTIONS!

"Do you know how replaceable clones are?" Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably not the og Gyro

Man, we don't ever have Von Drake for long but I always love him

Those lights are really only there for dramatic effect, aren't they?

...Close enough.

Launchpad moment! Yeah!!!

HEY! I just noticed. While wearing the suit, Launchpad didn't crash...idk what to do with this info

The fine print is usually good to read...we people just don't do it apparently

"...your most trusted ally?" *picks Donald* Wow. That's right there with the feels ain't it

"it's not worth the risk." Fuck, I love them

Oh that sounds so weird. Scrooge has never been a dad, always Uncle. So Weird

And Gandra, Gyro, and Von Drake are dead. There is a Body Count this episode

"Donald Duck." "Uncle Scrooge." I SEE YOU! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! AND I LOVE IT!

Hehe. From Bitchford to bird brain.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENDING SCENE IS THE BEST!

Beakley thinking she's no longer accepted? Nah, she was granny first and foremost

ANOTHER FENRA KISS?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!

DADRO AND GOSALYN AND DRAKE?! LOVING IT!

MORE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?! WOO!

DONALD IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING JUNE AND MAY?! ONLY THE BEST FROM HIM!!!!

PROTECTIVE SCROOGE?! YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING!

"We're smarter" "We're tougher" "We're sharper" And we'll earn our way square." AH-I'M GOING DOWN LIKE THE SUNCHASER, GUYS

AND THE END CREDITS WILL NEVER BE MATCHED!!!!!

I don't know what else to say.

This show was amazing from beginning to end. I may not have cried, but I didn't need to cry. It wasn't sad and there was nothing bittersweet about it. Just pure perfection, just like the rest of the show.

Perfectly Preen, not a fether out of place.

Goodnight Ducktales, you were perfect

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love-sapphirerose · 3 years

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Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon Episode 21

https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/review/yashahime-princess-half-demon/episode-21/.170045

I was naïve enough to hope that, after delivering an essentially tolerable half-hour last week, Yashahime might finally be on the upswing. Except I forgot: Yashahime is where hope goes to die. The animation, voice-acting, and direction all still range from mediocre to outright bad; nothing's changed there. In order to truly understand what makes “The Secret of the Rainbow Pearls” so lame, we have to talk about its writing, and that means the return of ~Yashahime Masterpiece Theater~, where I provide a completely accurate, line-by-line breakdown of Yashahime's many flaws! We begin some two-hundred years before the beginning of InuYasha, with Kirinmaru plotting his defeat of the Great Dog Demon…

—Prologue: Wherein We Technically Learn About the Secret of the Rainbow Pearls.—

The Four Perils: Lord Kirinmaru, the Great Dog Demon is ill, which makes right now the perfect time to strike!

Kirinmaru: You idiots! I'm an honorable and soulful villain. I only want to kill the GDD if we're on equal footing! Riku, go deliver these medicines to him, so I can murder him later!

Riku: Kay. [He leaves]

Lady Zero: That damned fool Kirinmaru! If only he'd be willing to murder the GDD while he's down! This is why we haven't taken over the world yet! [Riku returns]

Riku: Yo, so I went to go deliver those meds, but that Great Dog Demon dude is definitely dead.

Lady Zero: What!? No! how cruel, how unjust is this world to take from it such a beloved creature! I simply cannot handle this grief, so I'm going to use my tears on the Shikon Jewel to make these Rainbow Pearls, which are like Infinity Gems, I guess? Point is, I'm not even a demon anymore, except I'll still be immortal and young even hundreds of years from now, so maybe I am a demon still?

Riku: Um.

—End Prologue—

(Why does Lady Zero's entire disposition turn on a dime? Why does it take almost two hundred years for Riku to get ahold of the other Rainbow Pearls? I hope you weren't hoping for answers to any of those questions, because instead the episode takes us to…)

—Act One: Wherein Towa Is Very Bad at Listening to Directions. Again.—

Setsuna: Alright, sis, look. Moroha and I are going off to do…whatever it is we do in our free time. It's the new moon, and you're powerless again. We all know that everything you touch is immediately ruined, so I am begging you. Please. Do not go anywhere. Do not do anything. Just stay inside with Kaede. Got it?

Towa: Yeah, yeah, I got it! Geez. Hey, Kaede, how are—

Kaede:[Unprompted] Have I ever told you about how much you remind me of your mother, Rin? I lived with her for years, and when she disappeared after you were born, it broke my heart.

Towa: You've literally never mentioned any of this to me, even though we've been in Feudal Japan for…I dunno, a while? Anyways, I guess I'm mildly interested in this. What happened? Did she die?

Kaede: I dunno. Probably.

Towa: Huh. Well, what about me reminded you of her?

Kaede: She was…nice?

Towa: Neat. Oh damn, was that the Dream Butterfly!? [Towa immediately runs outside to get into some shenanigans]

Setsuna:[Miles away] Seriously, Towa, what the fu—

—End Act One—

(I don't need to go into any more detail about why it's so ridiculous that it has taken twenty-one episodes for Towa to show even a passing interest in one of the most important story threads that fans have been dying to have resolved, right? That's good, because we haven't even gotten to the next part yet…)

—Act Two: Wherein Things Get Really Dumb. —

Towa: Aw, man, I lost the Dream Butterfly! I guess I'll give up on that again for another season or two. [Enter Riku]

Riku: Hey there girl. Remember me? I'm that sketchy guy who always shows up at suspiciously convenient moments. I got you arrested that one time? I have an inexplicable knowledge of the villains' movements and plans?

Towa: It's tea time! [The episode becomes about these two sharing a romantic tea picnic, for some reason]

Riku:[A few minutes of unbearably cringy flirting later…] So anyway, I'm, like, all about these Rainbow Pearls. You know, the incredible magic artifacts that are lodged in you and your twin sister's eyes? I gotta snatch 'em all!

Towa: Oh yeah. That isn't even a little suspicious! I've honestly never thought about them much. What do they even do when you have them all together?

Riku: Who knows? Your powers would increase, I suppose. Or perhaps a devastating Degenerate Age could begin…[Riku gives a mischievous double-wink]

(Note: That is really Riku's line from the show, straight up. Even the wink.)

Towa: I have no follow up questions for you. At all. Not even one! It's a good thing that I'm out here, vibing with such an obviously trustworthy dude, especially since I don't have any powers tonight!

Totetsu: Surprise! I'm gonna kill you all, you motherfu—

—End Act Two—

(There's a fight scene here, it's nothing special. The only noteworthy thing is that Riku summons some awfully familiar-looking poison miasma bees. Oh, and he takes a bunch of bees to the back to protect Towa, which leads us to the worst part of the whole episode…)

—Act Three: Wherein…You Know What? Just Read It For Yourselves. Trust Me.—

Riku: Agh! Towa, I've got to tell you that I used to work for Kirinmaru, that guy who wants to murder everything you love. Well, I used to work for him, but we both have *separate* schemes for the Rainbow Pearls, so it's been kind of awkward.

Towa: Yeah, yeah. Whatever, sure. Have I told you that I kind of have a crush on you?

Riku: Oh. Well, that's nice and all, but I don't know if you heard— [Setsuna and Moroha conveniently arrive]

Setsuna:Towa, you had one job. How are you so bad at this? Plus, this Riku guy is definitely a creep! He smells like our worst enemy! It's weird!

Towa: I know, isn't it hot?

Moroha: Um. [Riku brutally decapitates Totetsu, leaving his head to gasp and twitch on the ground. It's honestly pretty metal]

Riku: I'm just so good at murdering things. Wowzers!

Towa: You see, so trustworthy! In fact, he's so trustworthy that I'm just going to give him my Silver Pearl!

Moroha: Wait, what!?

Setsuna: That is, without a doubt, the stupidest thing you could possibly do at this moment. What on earth would make you think, even for a second, that—

Towa: Already done, no takebacks! Byeeeeeee!

Riku: Um….Okay? Peace out, then! [Riku dips out]

Setsuna: Was that really okay, handing over your Pearl like that? With those Rainbow Pearls he'll have immense demon power. We can only hope that their rightful owner won't use them for evil… [Towa looks very shocked by this ridiculously obvious point]

Moroha: And wasn't Mr. Riku working with Kirinmaru?

Towa: That's right!? I changed my mind! Give me back my Silver Pearl!!! Riku, wait!

Riku: Haha. No.

—End Episode—

You know what the kicker is? That final exchange up there is taken word-for-word from the dialogue in the final scene. What more is there to say, when Yashahime's actual script becomes virtually indistinguishable from my bitter snark? It's one thing to try and blend some humor into your fantasy adventure story, but it's another thing altogether for the show to make its ostensible lead heroine into such an incompetent joke. This week's Half-Star of Pity comes from the single redeeming moment of the entire episode: Moroha finally got herself a corpse head to sell! Good for you girl! Now go buy yourself a hot meal, a fresh set of clothes, and a one-way ticket out of this show, because Lord knows it isn't doing you any favors.

#anti yashahime #anti hanyo no yashahime #anti sunrise #anti towa #anti moroha

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quicksilverslover · 5 years

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Fictober 2019

Day One

-- Not-So-Much-Of-An-Amusement Park --

Prompt: "It will be fun, trust me."

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Todoroki Shōto x Bakugou Katsuki

Word Count: 1,111

A/N: Hello, fellas! I decided to try and write for Fictober this year, let's see if I can keep it up! I will also try Inktober, but those I won't be posting because I'm shy :^)

Enjoy!

Warning: Language, because Bakugou

Read it on Ao3

Bakugou felt like a fucking idiot. He didn't want to come and he definitely was not having fun.

It wasn't that he hated the amusement park. He hated it when going with his stupid, loud class (even though Bakugou himself wasn't a synonym of silence). And worst of all: fucking Deku was there. No comment.

How did he agree to this again?

Oh, right.

Everyone was chatting about going all together to the amusement park this Saturday. Bakugou was as clear as the bluest sky when he said he wouldn't go. Everyone tried to convince him, but he was irreducible about it. He was not about to lose his Saturday with a bunch of extras.

Kirishima and Kaminari, however, had the worst fucking weapon to use against him. Todoroki Shōto. The dual-haired asshole whom he had it bad for.

Bakugou never intended for those to peanut-brained idiots to find out about his tiny, small, almost nonexistent crush on Todoroki. It was shameful, really.

They sneaked into his room while he was asleep, apparently because Kaminari had forgotten his notebook, and in case of a Berserker Bakugou, Kirishima had the right quirk to protect his friend.

And apparently, Bakugou was in the middle of a wet dream, mumbling "Shōto".

He did kill those two for breaking into his room, but sadly, they lived. They lived and teased him for it. Bakugou hated them to no end.

Thankfully, they did not spread the word - Katsuki would have to painfully kill everybody in this goddamn class then himself if his (tiny, small, almost nonexistent!) crush on Half n' Half reached his ears. And knowing 1-A, it probably would.

Bakugou's death threats ("forget about this or die!") did not prevent Kirishima and Kaminari from using Todoroki to their advantage when Bakugou was concerned.

Like they were doing now.

He took a glance to the other side of the common room, only to see Icyhot coming at him, and Shitty Hair plus Pikachu giggling behind the object of his teensy interest. He knew what they did. Motherfu-

"Bakugou, will you come with us at the amusement park?" Todoroki started, his tone was flat, but held a gentleness that nearly melted Bakugou's explosive heart. This was bullshit, Todoroki was talking to him like he did to everyone else. He replied just as gently.

"Fuck the fuck off, Half n' Half, I'm not going to waist time on that shitty hellhole!" The problem was not the amusement park. Bakugou was just not a people person. Yet Todoroki didn't seem ready to give up.

"Please." He gave the blond a small and absolutely damn endearing smile. "It will be fun, trust me."

He wouldn't fall for that.

He wouldn't.

So yeah, he did fall for that. And it was not being fun. And Todoroki wasn't even looking at him. The fucker who had invited and convinced him to go was currently chatting with the shittiest nerd who ever walked on planet Earth (Deku) and Glasses, a few meters ahead of Shitty Hair, Pikachu and Bakugou himself. Icyhot seemed to be speaking too much for someone as quiet as him, what the fuck.

Fuck him.

Kirishima’s voice startled Bakugou. “Dude, why haven’t you talked about this to Todoroki already?” He asked quite boldly, earning a stare. Bakugou did not dignify that with an answer, and Shitty Hair (wrongly) took that as for him to go on. “Well, you could have a chance today, who knows what might happen.” His sharp, happy and too bring grin was an indication that he knew something.

“...”

“Yeah, bro, you should consider it, who knows!” Kaminari completed, unintelligently.

“... You two should consider go die!”

It was only when the meeting was towards its end that Katsuki understood what Kirishima was saying - what this whole set up was about.

He was forcingly shoved into a cabin of the giant wheel (not without screaming several inappropriate words first, and startling civilians) side by side with Todoroki. Katsuki was so fucking reluctant to go. Bakugou only knew one thing right now:

Yes, the entire class knew about Bakugou’s stratospheric crush, and they had told Todoroki. Were they trying to tease him? So Todoroki would reject him right away? He was going to murder the fuck out of them.

Thing is, he didn’t know what he was going to do if that was the case. Rationally, he did know his classmates (Todoroki included) wouldn’t be cruel and play with his feelings like that. There was also the hypothesis of an attempt to help coming from them, and Todoroki not knowing how to turn Bakugou down without exposing him to his classmates but accepting the ride at the giant wheel. I mean, Candy Cane did look uncomfortable as hell. That could be also because he was a very private person and this fucking class new no boundaries when it came to personal matters.

Bakugou never dealt well with losses. He was likely getting out of this wheel willing to murder the first fucker he saw.

They were in the middle of the trajectory of the circunference, and Todoroki was now looking at him directly, yet shyly. “Bakugou.” He started. Katsuki frowned slightly. Here it comes. Whatever if Todoroki didn’t want him.

“The hell do you want?!” Shit. That was a lot less agressive than he intended.

“I have been... Having some emotions. Towards you.” Blunt and straightfoward, leaving no space for doubt. Fucking asshole. Wait.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

What was he supposed to respond to that?! How did that happen? When did Todoroki develop feelings for him?!

“Fuck I-” Now was definitely not the right moment to stutter! “What the fuck, Half n’ Half?!”

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. Bakugou thought he felt a tingle of desperation emanating from Icyhot’s body. “I.. I was told you had some feelings for me, as well. Am I making a mistake?”

Bakugou looked at Todoroki as if he had just said he commited a crime. God, how could Katsuki have wet dreams with this fucking idiot? This hot, strong, oblivious, gentle, powerful and beautiful idiot?

Grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt, Katsuki admitted low, as if confiding his feelings. “Fuck, Half n’ Half...” He added the bad word for usualness. “Tsc, you’re not mistaken.”

Todoroki was so bloody inexperienced at kissing. Yet, how was it so perfect? Maybe because, despite his lack of skill, Icyhot pressed his lips back to Bakugou’s, which only reassured his confession before.

He did like amusement parks. The problem was just... People. But honestly, if he got to kiss Todoroki fucking Shōto every time he went, it was not a problem at all.

Thanks for reading!

#fictober #fictober 2019 #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #tdbk #bakutodo #fictober 2019 day one

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rpmemes-galore · 5 years

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Avengers: Infinity War {Sentence Starters}

“Only if I die.”

“Motherfu---!”

“I just feel you.”

“Really? Tears?”

“I don’t feel so good...”

“My only curse is you.“

“Kick names, take ass.“

“Families can be tough.”

“How many did you see?“

“He'll die alone... as will you.”

“I hope they remember you.”

“Did you do it? What did it cost?”

“I like your plan. Except it sucks.”

“That means get lost, Squidward.”

“Yes. That's what ‘kill you’ means.”

“A small price to pay for salvation.“

“A simple spell, but quite effective.“

“You should have gone for the head.”

“It's alright. You could never hurt me.“

“Oh, we're using our made-up names.”

“Why was she up there this whole time?!“

“What does this monster have to mourn?“

“You kill, and torture, and you call it mercy.”

“Does this chattering animal speak for you?“

“Please, I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go---!”

“The hardest choices require the strongest will.“

“You're not the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“Well, if I'm wrong, then what more could I lose?“

“You may think this is suffering. No... it is salvation.”

“My movement... is so slow... that it's imperceptible.“

“I stopped listening after you said, ‘We need a plan’.”

“Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

“You sure you're up to this particular murder mission?”

“’Undying’? You should choose your words more carefully.”

“I know this is not a competition, but I've been through a lot.“

“Well, he's never fought me. ----- He’s never fought me twice.”

“I don't know what's.. I don't... I don't know what's happening.”

“Tell me she's lying. ASSHOLE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO IT!”

“Alright, let me ask you this one time: what master do you serve?“

“I'm sorry. Earth is closed today. So pack it up, and get out of here.“

“I'm not looking for forgiveness, and I'm way past asking permission.”

“He may be on the team. I don't know. I haven't been there in a while.“

“All my life I dreamed of a day, a moment, when you got what you deserved.”

“You failed. And do you want to know why? Because you love nothing. No one.”

“Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret... they are all tremendous motivators.“

“I'm the only one who knows that. At least, I'm the only one with the will to act on it.“

“I don't want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?“

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry.“

#avengers quotes #infinity war quotes #marvel quotes #sentence starters #rp meme

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years

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6x18: Frontierland

Then:

Cas is an amazing angel who can teleport and believes in humanity and always tries to do the right thing and can transport people back in time and is funny and cute and is doing everything for Dean Winchester and he is not making horrible life choices right now. Also, they’ve got to find a way to kill Eve, the big bad of season 6.

Now:

March 5, 1861

Sunrise, Wyoming:

Showdown at high noon...and Dean is there? Whaaaa?

48 hours earlier

(And 150 years later):

Sam, Dean, and Bobby find a hidden bunker of the Campbells.

*insert book porn montage*

(This really makes me hurt that Bobby never saw the bunker. Thanks for nothing, Show.)

Bobby learns that “the ashes of the phoenix can ‘burn the mother’.” Dean has some private time with Samuel Colt’s diary before sharing that “Gun killed a phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash.” Yep, The Colt.

Dean suggests they “Star Trek Four this bitch.” Sam and Bobby are clueless (Dean Bby, I’m SO sorry no one understands your love of pop culture. I, too, suffer this fate and it sucks so much.) Sigh, they travel back in time, kill the phoenix and take the ashes back with them. Dean gets to praying to Cas ASAP.

It’s not Cas who arrives, it’s Rachel. Cas is busy. Just as she’s laying into the brothers that they only call Cas when they need him, he arrives and sends her away.

Back at Bobby’s, Cas informs them that they only have 24 hours in the past before he loses contact with them. And Dean went shopping. Oh, Dean Bean. Sam calls it like it is and declares, “You have a fetish!” Lol.

Cas questions Dean’s need to wear a blanket. O.M.G. does this episode have everything good and awesome in it? Cas is clueless AF (or is he just a smartass who observed this time and knows blankets aren’t a customary form of clothing?), Dean can hardly contain his utter glee about the wild west, and there’s time travel! (And it’s a beautiful Back to the Future sequel to In the Beginning.)

Cas sends the boys back in time and tells Bobby to pray for him in 24 hours, and flaps away.

Dean and Sam each respectively find authenticity and horseshit in the past.

They also find a town hanging.

Elias Finch (ha,ha, get it? Another bird) stands convicted of killing his wife. His last words are “You’re going to burn for this. Everyone of you.” And the doors open.

They need to locate Samuel Colt, but not before a local makes fun of Dean’s cool outfit. Dean bby. His petulant removal of the blanket is cinematic gold.

The brothers head to the sheriff’s office. Dean gets to roleplay as Marshall Eastwood (Sam’s Walker, Texas Ranger. Lol.) No one is impressed. They also further make fun of Dean’s clothes. BBY! Sam stays on task and asks about Samuel Colt. They suggest asking Elkins at the saloon about Colt. (Elkins!)

Bright and shiny eyed Dean is instantly rattled when they enter the saloon. Yep, it’s more Deadwood and less Gunsmoke. Dean and Sam saddle on up to the bar and Dean asks for a top shelf whisky. “I only have the one shelf.” Lolololol. Sam gets a sarsaparilla. They ask about Colt, and Elkins tells them that last he heard, Colt was about 20 miles out of town, building a railroad stop.

Dean gets a chance to fraternize with the local gals. Remember, Dean Winchester said on screen that he’s “no germ freak” so canon is canon.

Darla’s best customer, the judge, arrives, and they head off upstairs. The look of relief on Dean’s face is perfection.

The judge and Darla get to their business, when Sam and Dean hear a scream. Finch, the hanged man, is there and burns the judge to ash. The boys arrive to find just the ashen corpse.

Later, as the sheriff is investigating the crime, Darla insists that it was a ghost. The sheriff insists that Finch didn’t die. Time to form a posse and kill him the right way --with a bullet in his head.

For cinematic science:

The boys put together that the phoenix and Finch are one and the same. Dean makes Sam go out to find Colt and The Colt, and he’ll stay behind to meet up with the posse. DEAN LOVES POSSE. Ahem. (And he is such a fucking cutie about it all. STOP.)

Meanwhile, the Finch finds and cremates the sheriff.

In present time, Cas and Rachel meet.

Rachel asks Cas about things she’s been hearing --things she doesn’t want to be true. (Brb, crying in retrospect.) They fight and Rachel injures Cas, and he kills her. Whelp.

Castiel flaps into Bobby's kitchen in a heap and grabs some of his own gut-blood to paint sigils on the wall. “We running or fighting?” Bobby asks him just before Cas collapses into Bobby's arms. Sleeping, it is.

Back in the way-back, Dean saunters into the bar in a new coat.

For science:

He's looking to meet up with the posse but hey, he must be early. Nobody else is there yet. Dean's fine though. He'll just meet up with the Sheriff and be on his way. Just then, someone shouts that the Sheriff's dead. Wherps. Dean wants to know who the Sheriff is now and the bartender picks up the badge from the burned out body of the old Sheriff and pins it onto Dean. There's a new Sheriff in town. It’s Dean Bean.

Elsewhere, two rough-around-the-edges fellers burst in on Samuel Colt. They want him to open up the devil's gate for them niiiice and easy. Colt shoots them with the, uh, colt. The two demons spark out.

Meanwhile, the Deputy – the last member of the phoenix-killin' posse - packs frantically. There's a knock on the door. “Candygram for Mongo,” Dean says in a ridiculous, high voice and greets the Deputy with a gun in the face. Dean introduces himself as the new Sheriff and notes that the Deputy appears to be getting ready to flee.

No, no, it's a wild coincidence, the Deputy protests. He's off to visit his sister. Dean tells him that there's no outrunning the Finch. (“Outrunning the Finch” is my band name.) The deputy can survive if they manage to “gank” the Finch first. But Dean needs the deputy to be bait for it to work.

Across the frontier, Sam pushes his way into Samuel Colt's cabin looking fine.

So much science:

Sam introduces himself to Colt as a hunter from 2011. Colt asks him to prove it, so Sam pulls out his phone. “Alright,” Colt says, pouring himself a drink. He's a hunter so jaded that Sasquatch Spaceman Sam doesn't faze him at all. Sam pulls out Colt's diary and tells him that he's going to kill a phoenix with his gun soon. “I'm either too drunk or not drunk enough,” Colt mutters, peering at the diary. Sam tells him that they're due to ride out to Sunrise to kill the Finch.

Sam: But you're a hunter.

Colt: Retired.

Sam: There's no such thing.

Colt: I'm out.

Sam: There is no getting out.

Aaawww Sammy.

Sam orders Colt to go with him, or give him The Gun. Colt tells him he lost it in a gambling game. Sam calls him on his bullshit and tells him he just killed a couple demons a few hours ago. Colt begrudgingly shows him the gun, secure on his hip, and tells Sam to come back when he's more experienced. “Trust me,” Sam Fucking Winchester says, “I've got plenty of miles.”

Back in the merry land of Bobby's house, Cas wakes up from his power nap and tells Bobby that Rachel betrayed him. She was corrupted by Raphael. (Me: weeps 8,000 tears at Castiel's lonely journey of power and betrayal.)

Castiel reveals that he's hurt, but will heal. He took refuge in Bobby's house and the sigil he painted was meant to ward angels. Bobby tells him it's time to “pick up the kids at Frontierland” when Castiel tells him that's a no-go plan. He doesn't have the strength. There is one thing that might help him, though. Bobby's soul.

Bobby's startled at this. Does Cas want to use his soul to make a deal? (Ow, this hurts in light of what we know about Castiel's cooperation with Crowley. Nice friggin' parallel, writers.) It's not quite like that, though. If Cas can just...touch Bobby's soul it'll power him up and pull back Dean and Sam. If he screws it up, however, then Bobby explodes. Bobby agrees reluctantly, because he's a trooper, and preparations begin.

Dean guards the Deputy who's locked up in jail. He's still waiting for Sam to bring back Colt or Colt's gun when the Finch walks in. Dean informs him that he'll never get to the Deputy. The iron bars will keep him at bay. Dean identifies himself as a hunter-slash-sheriff. (Me: It's an old joke but I'm gonna snicker until the day I die at “Slash Sheriff”)

The Finch tells the true story of his wife's death. He'd gone into town with his wife and walked into the bank for a few minutes. When he came out he found the Deputy had attacked her in the alley. When the Finch tried to stop him, the Deputy shot the phoenix and his wife. His wife died in his arms but the Finch survived. He got locked up for his wife's murder, instead of the Deputy, and it’s revenge-o’clock. Dean ascertains the truth from the deputy and decides that he's not worth saving. But he's still got to kill the Finch, on account of his monster nature (and the fact that he really, really needs those ashes).

The Finch reaches for a gun hanging by the jail cell and shoots the Deputy in the heart. Dean mutters that he should have seen that coming (Oh Dean <3) and then flees before Finch can shoot him as well. Dean races for cover and pulls his own gun, then he and the Finch stalk each other through the main street. Sam runs up just in time and hands Dean Colt's gun. It's time for a show-down.

Back at Bobby's, Castiel rolls up his sleeve to plunge his hand into Bobby's soul. Like ya do.

In Frontierland, the whistling soundtrack begins as Dean and the Phoenix face off.

They reach for their guns and fire. In the future, Castiel's eyes glow with the power of Bobby's soul. Dean shoots the phoenix in the heart with the Colt and the man sparks out and collapses into ash in the street. Dean blows smoke from the Colt and starts to say, “Yippee kayay, motherfu--” when the clock begins to strike. Dean races to scoop up the ashes, dropping the Colt as he sprints towards the ashes.

Light shoots from Castiel's eyes as he sucks Sam and Dean back to the present just a minute too soon. Dean fails to get the ashes and begs Castiel to send them back. Castiel just gives Dean A Look.

They're screwed.

Suddenly there' a knock on the door. It's a courier! There's an ancient box in his hands with a note on it that says they must deliver it on that date. It's from Samuel Colt. Sam grabs the box. “It's mine. Great. Thanks.” He slams the door in the eager courier's face (SAM!) and pulls out a wooden box from the package. When they open it, they find Sam's old phone and a note. Colt got Sam's name and address from his phone and forwarded them the phoenix's ashes. They pull out a bottle full of ashes.

Boom.

Dean Winchester and the Order of the Quote-ix:

We'll "Star Trek IV" this bitch.

I only watched Deep Space Nine.

And look like a spaceman?

Cas, "I Dream of Jeannie" your ass down here pronto.

The answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations.

It's dirtier than it looks.

So much more germier than I pictured.

The sarsaparilla ain’t half bad.

His name is Clyde.

You know me. I'm a posse magnet.

Ride 'em cowboy.

When you've done this job as long as I have a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors.

I need you to let me touch it.

I didn't get a soulonoscopy for nothing

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Game on Pt. 19

A/N: I wrote this at like 3 am this morning! I dont know why this particular part has haunted me. But I like it. The taglist is still open! or if you would like to be removed you can give me a heads up and I will take you off! This part also features a song. If you have not heard it... listen to it -------> HERE.

Catch Up on Game on -------> HERE.

Warnings: Fluff. Smutt. Drunk Ivar.

The state of the Lothbroks was undetermined. Ubbe remained calm, he went over every shred of evidence that Ivar had collected in awe that they had missed it before. But not Ivar he was on to Bjorn and his mother before the bomb went off. He didn’t trust them. Ivar knocked back another glass of Whiskey and watched Ubbe as he dived into it once more.

“The shit is not going to change Ubbe. We kill Torvi. We scar Bjorn. We kill Lagertha.”

“We can’t kill Torvi.” Ubbe adds. “Shit. Ivar we can’t just go on around killing everyone. We have to think reasonably.”

“We can’t kill Torvi,” He mocks. “They killed my mother.”

“I know what they did, but we should at least talk to dad.”

“We can just walk up to them and kill them. Bjorn and Lagertha. Boom.” He smiles pointing the crutch at Ubbe. “Head shot, ten fucking points.”

“Head shot, life in prison. He takes the bottle from Ivar, giving you a weary look.

“Fuck your life in prison. As soon as I see her, she is dead.” Ivar laughs.

You drape your arms down his chest. “Babe, we should get to bed.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to kill something.”

“Well, let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m tired baby.”

“You should go undress.” He smiles. “Goodbye Ubbe.”

Drunk Ivar is perhaps your favorite. He sings. He rants and he sleeps. The small talk with Ubbe had made him rant. “That fucking bitch.” He slurred. “I want her dead.” Ivar declares waving his crutch over his head. “She’s a murderous cunt.”

“Talk dirty to me baby.” You laugh staring at him from the bottom of the bed. You wanted to be ravished and fucked until words were incomprehensible. But here he sat ranting.

“And-“ he hiccups. “Bjorn is gonna die. Somehow, that big motherfu-“ he paused. “Is gonna die!”

“Tell me more.” You help him with his shoes. Unlacing them both while he shrugs out of them.

“And dad, he’s not right in the head. He told me to forgive and move on. I can’t do that.”

“Your dad has been in a coma for three weeks babe.”

“His fucking ghost said it Y/N! That bastard is haunting me from Valhalla.”

You suppress your immediate urge to laugh and tug at his pants. “Okay babe.”

“Don’t fucking mock me.” He scoffs. “I know what the fuck I heard and saw...” he glances down at his pants. “I’m drunk. You can’t take advantage of me Y/N.”

“I’m not taking anything, your gonna give it willingly. And I’m drunk too.”

“I don’t want to fuckkkkkk.” His groan ends with him pitifully rolling to his side. “Y/N...” he sings your name with his slanted eyes peering down at you.

You hum a song under your breath and climb up the bed next to him. “Ivar...”

“What.” He whines.

“You’ve been neglecting me.” It sounds pouty but it doesn’t bother you for it is the truth. “Four weeks and every advance I have made you have denied me.”

“I’m too drunk for this conversation.”

“Well, no one told you to down an entire fifth of whiskey. I’ve been here for you. I’ve controlled those horrible spurts of confidence you have to kill without regard. I helped you bury your mother, hunt down photos and memories for you. I continue to express my love for you and there is nothing given in return.”

“Y/N,” he adjusts himself facing you. “I didn’t mean to neglect you. It was not my intention at all. I’m-.” He stops laying back. “I can’t get the vision of my brother fucking you out of my brain.”

“What.” Your voice cracks giving off your plea for an explanation. “Ivar you suggested it.”

“I know what I suggested it was foolish of me. I didn’t want Ubbe to think I was less Viking.”

“So, you sacrificed me as your willing victim? You used me to show that you were man enough to share! I told you that you were enough.”

“You didn’t seem to unwilling to decline him and the way you goggle at him and confide him.”

“Ubbe is a great listener, perhaps he would have heard me when I said YOU ARE ENOUGH. You know you make loving you hard, Ivar.”

“Oh yeah, blame me.”

“I will!” You sit up in the bed.

“I fucked someone else while you healed,” he pauses. “Oh wait, no that was you!”

Your mouth drops trying to remember that he was highly intoxicated. “I’ll let you sleep this off alone.”

“No you’ll fucking listen to me!” He barked. “Have you ever thought about how you make me feel woman! I’ve never cheated on you.” Ivar’s voice is low. “I’ve never looked at another woman. I’m loyal to Y/N. How the fuck do you think it makes me feel that you fucked Hvitserk, willingly, hmmm?”

You say nothing, unable to answer. Surprised that he even brought it up. “Or that instead of fucking learning with Ubbe you want to dance and fuck around with my him! They both can give you things I am not capable of doing! Ubbe can fuck you sideways and dance with you. Hvitserk can make you feel compassion for him. What about me? What about fucking Ivar? We argue more than we talk. I don’t even know if you enjoy fucking JUST me anymore. I want to be enough for you, Y/N.”

“Ivar, you’re more than enough.”

“Yeah. I’m sure you say that because you pity me. It’s the only reason I can imagine that’s made you hang on to such a lost cause this long. I don’t need your pity. I need your support. I’m tired of being vulnerable with you tonight.”

“Baby.”

“Turn off the fucking light Y/N.”

The lights were off but your mind continue to replay everything he said. And you can’t deny everything in you had been selfish, overly so. You climb out of the bed and quietly walk to the kitchen and begin to clean a little but of the dishes from earlier in the night. You don’t want to wake him, you couldn’t exactly formulate the proper words to tell him. But one thing was for certain, no one else would come between the two of you ever again.

You start to play music softly to comfort the ghost of his words and you hear him in the hallway, making his way towards you. The soulful voice Keke Wyatt drifts through the House.

I must have rehearsed my lines, a thousand times until I had them memorized.

Ivar stands nearby shirtless and his blue eyes are on you. “Y/N.”

But you don’t answer him. You take your hands from the soapy water patting them lightly on the white towel that hung from the oven handle. Your to him gripping his hands with your helping him walk to the open space to the kitchen. His eyes are so soft. He didn’t want you to know about those inner demons he hid inside. “Let’s dance.” You smile.

But when I get up the nerve to tell you, the words never come out right.

If only you knew, how much I do, do love you.

He doesn’t say much. The song pretty much takes all words from the both of you. It makes you wonder if you’d paid more attention to him you would have seen his insecurities earlier. You sway with him from side to side resting your head on his chest listening to his heart trying to breakout of his chest. His tears stain your shirt and you grip him tighter.

You move closer to the couch and he takes you down with him to it. You climb in his lap wiping his face and taking his untamed mane into a messy man bun atop of his head. “I love you.” You whisper in his ear. “And I’m so tired of this game we play. It’s over. The game is over, okay?”

“Yes.”

His thick fingers climb your back taking the hem of your shirt over your head. His lips plant kisses on your breast stopping at your nipple tracing circles over it with his tongue then sucking. You gasp still allowing him to adore an worship you anyway he can. His hands take down your back stopping at your lower back and pulling you closer to him. Ivar’s kisses move up your neck to your lips and his other rips your little pastel green panties off tossing them to the ground. He lifts himself up pulling his underwear down and revealing his dick. Easily he lifts you over him and you sheath him. It isn’t fast this time. Your hips wind, rise and fall hypnotically over him. He fills you with no effort and he can’t take his eyes off of yours. Your fingers are in his hair as your forehead meets his, both lightly coated with a mist of sweat. Your light whimpers of pleasure begin as he joins in meeting you with each thrust. He pulls you down harder on him. Your breath is labored and frantic even as you grow closer to your orgasm. You don’t want it to end for you but there is not any stopping it. You come with a surge of pleasure and your heart stops a beat when you hear him moan and groan your name as he empties inside of you.

The game was off. No more tricks or changes, all you want is him.

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gingerxtrash · 6 years

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As the years go on /7

So sorry but this chapter is going to contain a lot of violence and there is a moment of rape but it will be minimized because I don’t want to go into detail of it. But I hope y’all enjoy the chapter. I’ve been busy with work the past few days and I also had to change the rating to M because of the violence. Hope y’all enjoy this chapter.

---Natsu P.O.V.---

“LUCCYYY!!”

I hear this name come from Wendy’s screams, ‘no it can’t be Lucy, she shouldn’t be part of this life. She shouldn’t be part of this damned life, she is supposed to be the innocent little girl that I have always known.

“LUCY” Wendy said while Lucy have her in my arms to shield her from the oncoming knives. The blonde girl looks at her and see Wendy sobbing “I see that you’ve gro- *cough* grown into a beautiful and brave young woman” Lucy said coughing up blood, but slowly losing consciousness. “LUCY!!” Wendy screams with tears continuously coming from her eyes and Lucy goes limp.

I turn my attention to the blonde man and my mind is full of rage, the full intention to kill this man.

“HAHAHA DID I MAKE THE ALMIGHTY NATSU DRAGNEEL MAD?!?! I WILL MAKE YOU FACE THE SAME DEATH AS HER FATHER’S!” Jackel now had the face of a devil, and that made me hunger for his blood. My eyes are now dark but covered by my bangs, “So you killed Jude Heartfilia, huh? WELL THAT GIVES ME ANOTHER REASON TO KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERFU*KER!!” I screamed at him and I now have no control over my body, the inner demon in my body now will never stop until I make him bleed to death.

I lunge right towards him and punch him in the face and he fall over on his butt, “You call yourself a demon? Well if you are, GET YOU *SS UP AND FACE YOUR PATHETIC DEATH YOU PRICK!” Jackal’s face lit up with excitement to fight and he got up and punched me. I flinched from his punch then grabbed his collar with one hand as if he was a mutt and uppercut him in the gut, causing him to gasp for breath and I elbowed his face. I push him back on the ground and brought out my gun and shot him in his leg, then I moved to his other leg, then onto both of his arms. By now Jackal is screaming in pain, I crouched down to him and leaned close to him, “You hurt my Lucy, and I don’t like it when people touch what’s mine. Trust me, I want to see you dead right now, but I will have my fun while doing it”. I can feel Gray’s and Wendy’s staring at me, I can sense their fear, but I don’t care because no one can stop me now. “Wow, you must really like the girl, you should’ve seen the fear in her eyes when I was raping her” Jackal was now laughing like a psycopath, my eyes widen to an extant they never have before, I am shaking from anger. “You will die so enjoy breathing while you can” I growled and shot him in the groin, now he is screaming even louder now.

“Natsu stop! At this rate Lucy will bleed out if we don’t get her out of her!!!” I gave a glare at Gray, pissed that he interrupted my session of torture with Jackal, but I just went ahead and shot the blonde man in the head, blowing his brains out.

I turned around to face the group of people, I see a barely-counicious Juvia being supported by Gray, Wendy holding up a limp Lucy, and a second dead man I could care less about. I run towards Lucy and see the blood coming from her mouth and she is struggling to breath. My emotions are mixed with extreme sadness, guilt, and anger.

I cradled her in my arms, “I should’ve been the one injured, not you Luce. I promise that I will kill every single person who have ever caused you sadness” I said in a growl and picked her up bridal style and carried her towards the car. My gaze never left her sleeping figure, even if she is covered in blood I still find her beautiful beyond compare. The love I feel for her only increases every second I am with her and that is why I can not stay away from her. “Nat…..su” I look down to see Lucy’s eyes’ barely open and struggling to talk, “shh, just rest Luce” I said but didn’t even look at her and just proceeded my path to the car. Once I got there, Wendy opened the door for me and I go ahead and slid into the back of the car, keeping Lucy in my arms so Juvia has room to sit too. While I was fighting Jackal, Wendy got all the daggers out of her back and tied them up with clothe for her shirt. Wendy sat in the front and Gray drove back to the base.

Once we got back I immediately took Lucy to our base nurse, but I got a lot of stares while going to the infirmary.

Everyone was gasping in surprise to see Juvia in wounds, but also at the sight of seeing the unconscious Lucy that is held in my arms. I glare at them to mind their own business.

After walking for a bit, I kick the infirmary doors open to see Porlyusica give me a glare, about to say something about how much she hated humans but was stopped to see a bloody Lucy. “Get her on the bed right now”. I did as she ordered but she ordered me to get out, I follow her instructions, but I don’t want to. Juvia was put in the other bed next to Lucy.

“Gray, go to Lucy’s house and inform Virgo and Loke what happened here, bring them here so we can negotiate with them. Tell them that they are instructed to join Fairy Tail and have no choice to go against my orders.” Gray just nodded to me not wanting to go against my orders.

“I’m going to talk to my Father” I said and walked away from Gray,

---Loke’s P.O.V.---

It’s getting late and I’m getting worried, why am I getting worried? I know that Lucy is more than capable to take care of herself. I have seen her destroy horrible gangs all by herself, she is not the innocent young soul she once was three years ago. Although, I feel like something is wrong. It was a risky move moving back to Magnolia, but it is something that had to be done. She is the only one who can go after her parent’s killers.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

My attention is now focused onto the doors, I open to see that the visitors are members of Fairy Tail, Gray and Jellal.

“Long time no see, huh Loke?” Gray said with a smirk on his face. I return the same glance towards him and call out for Virgo. I decided not to hesitate to go with them because I knew that we would have to return to Fairy Tail sooner or later. After all, Lucy was still a member of Fairy Tail, even if she knows it or not. Before her parents died they instructed Virgo and I to raise her up and teach her everything to be the woman she is today, then bring her to Fairy Tail.

“What are we waiting for, I have some things I need to talk to about to the King of Dragons” I said with a smirk on my face.

The car ride took about 10 minutes than we arrive to the base, the huge base that contained lots of people drinking and bickering, nothing really has changed from before. I just walked to Igneel’s office and opened the door to see a man in a in a red button up shirt with a suit coat. He had spikey crimson colored hair and a bit of scruff growing on his face, a man that every girl would fall for. I also see Natsu with a one sleeve leather coat on completed with black pants and black combat boots, although he is stained with blood.

“Well, it is a delight to see you again Mr. Dragneel, I heard that you wanted to talk to me?” I said slightly bowing my head to him and looked up to him.

“It’s been a long time, my friend. I just wanted to ask, why didn’t you bring our sweet Heartfilia back home when her parents were killed. We do have an agreement that if anything happened to her parents, she was to join Fairy Tail again” Igneel said and leaned his head on his fist, his elbow resting on the desk. “I am sorry sir, but it was all Lucy’s choice”. Natsu gave a confused and surprised look to Igneel, then to me.

“And may I ask why she decided to keep to herself instead coming to her true home?” Igneel said in an annoyed voice.

“It is because she has decided to finish her parents work, to finish the development of Fairy Glitter.”

Igneel widened his eyes and started to get mad, “Isn’t she aware that is the project that was supposed to come to me once her parents were done with it?” I deepen my glance at him, “As I said, she is finish up the last touches, but she isn’t giving it away so easily. She has decided to destroy all gangs that have murdered her parents so it doesn’t cause war between all sorts of strong gangs. I assure you that she plans to give it to Fairy Tail once everything clears up. I hope you can understand her decision sir, but if you disagree, Virgo and I will be by her side, that is what us Celestials do” I said to Igneel.

Natsu widened his eyes and started to get mad, but Igneel raised his hand to keep Natsu from protesting and laughed. “Wow, Lucy never fails to amaze me. Although, I am deeply saddened that my old comrades were murdered by some scums, but my comrades are my family, so I will fight alongside the Celestials for revenge for those who were killed.” Igneel smiled at me, “I can tell that you are not the leader of your little trio, so who is?”

“Hmph, you’re a smart guy so I think you shouldn’t ask” I let out a small chuckle.

“Wow, our dear Lucy Heartfilia is really something else. A leader of a strong and terrifying trio. I am honored to have a girl like her joining Fairy Tail” Igneel said with a smirk. “I totally agree with you sir, you wanna know what they call her?” Natsu was confused but certainly interested in this conversation. I broke the silence, “she is called the ‘Unknown Devil’.” I said with a smile.

“A proper name fit for a Heartfilia, I look forward to her joining Fairy Tail once again” Igneel and then waved me off.

---Third Person---

Natsu looks towards Igneel, “What the hell? Since when did you know that Lucy was a Celestial!” Natsu started to raise his voice.

“Calm down my son, it was never my place to tell you. Lucy has dealt with a lot over the past few years and I do not blame her for wanting revenge. Although, I feel like there is a deeper meaning”. Natsu’s bangs covered his face in anger, “If you say that Lucy is still family, then why don’t we help her”

“As Loke said, if Fairy Tail acts against other gangs, we might just find ourselves in a war. We wouldn’t want that, now would we Natsu?” Silence filled the room, Natsu just grunted and left the room.

“As a gang leader, you really need to learn how to keep your emotions in check my son.” Igneel said to himself.

-Next day during school-

“Oi, do you know why flamebrain isn’t here?” Gray said to Erza.

“How the hell should I know, he’s most likely in the infirmary with Lucy or doing research on the Celestials.” Erza said with an annoyed face. “Do we even have any information on them yet? Levy said but was barely heard by her friends. “I don’t know shrimp, I feel like boss knows about them but won’t say anything to us” Gajeel said and rested his elbow on Levy’s head, she doesn’t protest because she is used to Gajeel using her as a support stool.

“Ya’know what? I think we should just mind our own dang business, like yea we are all worried about Lucy right now, but we shouldn’t worry about Igneel’s feelings until he gives us the orders” Cana said sitting on a nearby window seal and raised her hand and pointed her finger like a gun. She aimed it towards the approaching Bacchaus and shot the imaginary gun. Bacchaus faked getting hit and continued walking towards the group and put his arm around Cana and she took a long swig from her “apple juice”

“Hey so I heard that your old pal Lucy gave Angel a real beating the other day, damn that girl sure is wiiillldd!” he said earning a laugh from the group. The group proceeded to the class room and took their seats. Most of them looking bored but they had to be there due to Levy being the student council president and has to attend class. Today, Ichiya is teaching the class due to Mr. Bob being gone on a vacation so all the students are cursing themselves for having to deal with the man who was obsessed with peoples parfume’s.

“Can you believe it? Someone really had the nerve to blow up Neo-Seis, like I knew the gang was never going to last but letting one single person take us down is downright pathetic.” Angel said with her face still in bruises and has the sling around her neck that holds her arm. “Well yeah, but at least we found a bigger and better gang that actually improves our reputation” Minerva said looking at Angel as if she is stupid. “Well you may not have cared about it, but I did, Zero is the one who actually took me in after I was abandoned, he gave me a home.” Angel said as she kept on thinking of Brain as a father figure because she had no one else, even her own sister Yukino left. Angel did somewhat regret losing her little sister but pushed it aside because they had different goal in life. One wanted to go down the path of good, while the other wanted to go down the path of evil.

“Wow, you are really a rotten apple from the tree, Angel” Cobra said as he looked at Angel from the corner of his eye, she immediately glared at Cobra in anger from the comment “How can you say that Cobra?! Don’t you remember that he is the one who took you in when your only friend was taken away, and what about you Midnight? He was your own father, but you act as if you couldn’t give a damn!” Angel yelled. “Shut up Sorono, that man was dead to me ever since he formed Neo-Seis, and my name is Macbeth, so I suggest you stop going by those pet names Zero gave us” Macbeth said with a glare. Sorono looked at them in disbelief and horror.

“I know it’s none of my business Sorono, but you should talk to your friend Erik about who destroyed your precious home” Jellal said, he wasn’t really a person to butt in on other people’s conversations, but he did have a bad history with her. “You’re lying you b*tch, Cobra was a loyal member of Neo-Seis and you know nothing about us” Sarano said but Erik gave an annoyed look towards her for using his pet name.

“Do you really think Jellal is man to lie because he completely sucks at it” Erza for sure knew that what Erik said was the truth due to Jellal being horrible at lying, for an example, Jellal said that he never ate her cake when she asked him, he ended up realizing that he will never lie to Erza again.

“Haha, Jellal is a fine and smart man. I personally had fun in destroying that place that robbed me of something very precious to me.” Erik said with a smirk on his face, Sorono just grunted and left the class even though it was still in session. Ichiya couldn’t careless about her absence and went back to talking about parfumes.

“Jellal, how did you know that Erik helped destroy Neo-Seis?” Levy said facing Jellal, “Erik has been a double spy for Fairy Tail for a long time now” Jellal said. The group was surprised but decided to just let the topic go.

It was five minutes to the bell, so Erik walked up to the group of Fairy Tail members, “Where is Lucy?” Everyone was surprised to hear him worried about someone’s absence, especially hers. “And may I ask why you want to know?” Erza said. “Simple, I heard a rumor of some Fairy Tail gang members were helped by the Celestials to fight Tartaros members” Cobra said with an amused tone.

Everyone was surprised from his comment because none of them even knew about last night’s activates, except that Lucy and Juvia was hurt. Yeah, they were all curious but Natsu, Gray, or Wendy didn’t talk about what happened.

“Are you implying that a small nerd looking girl is apart of a strong trio?” Gajeel said in sarcastic voice. Cobra was a bit surprised that none of them knew yet, he expected them to catch on earlier. “Well, I hope she gets better soon. I would really enjoy fighting with her once more, that girl is cruel for a small nerd” Erik said with a smirk and walked away while everyone was dumbfounded now.

“Just how much do we not know about Lucy?” Cana said and took another swig of her ‘apple juice’ and everyone nodded.

---Lucy’s P.O.V.---

-At the base-

I am in a dark room and blood is stained on the walls, I look at my surroundings and see a man, a big man with eyes that lust for blood. “Lucy Heartfilia, isn’t that right? I hear that you have a big secret so how about you be a good little girl and tell me the preparations of ‘Fairy Glitter’ and I might just let you and your family live” the man said with a smug smile. It is too dark to make out his features and I feel like I can’t move. “Over my dead body you b*tch” I said and spit in his eye.

The man dropped me and pulled out a knife and stabbed me on my mid-thigh, I let out a scream and the man started laughing. He turned it and pulled it down, “You are a feisty one, I might as well have some fun with you” the man said but I slightly see a black tattoo around his right eye. I let out another agonizing scream and tears start to fall from my eyes. “Give me all the pain yo-“. He tugged at the hem of my pants with one hand and gripped my back. I scream in fear and pain, ‘No, this can’t be happening’ My eyes are wide and tears start to form into my eyes. He starts to rub my theigh and I try to kick him but fail. “Do you know what happens to bad girls who don’t follow orders” the man said whispering into my ear. He got a dagger and cut the skin next to my collar bone through my clothes. I try to get out of his grip but it doesn’t work and he took out his member and starts to plunge himself into me.

I scream in pain, I scream for him to let go, but nothing I do is working at all. ‘No no no, someone please save me’. I fight against him while he keeps on plunging in me but was stopped when there was a gunshot. The man shrieks in pain due to the bullet going through his palm and blood comes from it, I look at the shooter who is a man with blonde hair/mustache and quickly notice it was my Father. The man was pulled back when my Father tackled him over, “Don’t you ever put your hands on my daughter again b*stard” he said in a low voice. I try to sit myself up, but I keep struggling, I look at the two who are fighting but then sight left me frozen. I see Jude tackle the man and- *CRASH*

Before my eyes I see my Father push the man through the window, taking himself along with him. “NOOO” I scream, and tears are falling from my eyes, I cover myself from the bottom half and try to get up to look out the window, but I am grabbed by the shoulder before I can move. The hand came from my Mother with tears in her eyes but pulls me out of the room to another one. She quickly removes the floorboards of the wood floor and she pushes me in there, not giving me a chance to protest. “Lucy, remember that your Father and I love you and will always protect you” she says with a smile on her face and places the floorboards back in place. I keep on trying to protest but my screams are muffled, “Layla Heartfilia, since you are taking so long to negotiate, I will just have to kill you” what? I keep trying to fight it, but I can’t move through the pain. The unknown man pulls a gun *BANG* he shot her in the arm and grabs her by her hair. “Say goodbye to your family” he said with a devilish smile and slits her throat.

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“AHHHHHHHH” I shot up in horror and breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my face and I slouch over to put my head into my knees. My shaking hands grab onto my hair, pulling it and my whole body feels as if it is shutting down. Remembering that day, remembering that moment, and remembering all that blood. Every scene is going through my head causes me to go insane, like there is a monster trying to break my sanity with these memo-.

My thoughts are interuppted once I feel a firm hand grabbing my shoulder and I shot my head up, immediately turning my head around to see who is touching me. My eyes go wide, they go wide because he is the last person I expected to see at this moment, “It’s been a while since you’ve been here. Isn’t that right, Luce?” My eyes widen up and my tears are becoming uncontrollable now, the voice is coming from the one and only, Natsu Dragneel. ‘I can’t face him like this, I can’t let him see me weak, right here out of all places’. I try to push his hand off and turn my head the other way, but instead he uses his other hand to hold my cheek, so he could make me face him. The tears keep on flowing but he uses his thumbs to wipe away my non-stop falling tears. Without thinking I hug him, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He puts his hand on my head and I just cry in his arms. This moment feels like an eternity and I feel warm, like the warmth of a fire. He smells like burnt wood, the smell I always have loved that he gave off. Honestly, I don’t ever want this moment to end.

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Magnolia has two sides, the good and the bad. There are those who are innocent or evil, or even in the middle. The most ruthless yet successful gang in Magnolia is Fairy Tail. The whole gang are best friends as kids but Lucy had to leave and had no chance to tell them. Four years later she came back, but will her friends still take her in? Nalu, Gruvia, Jerza, Gale MENTIONS DRUGS

Chapter 1 https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173317577354/as-the-years-go-on

Chapter 2 https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173429902759/as-the-years-go-onch2

Chapter 3 https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173535087109/as-the-years-go-on3?is_related_post=1

Chapter 4 https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173708634179/as-the-years-go-on-4

Chapter 5: https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/173978019329/as-the-years-go-on-5-pairing-nalu-rating-t

Chapter 6: https://gingerxtrash.tumblr.com/post/174105976019/as-the-years-go-on-6

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hannahindie · 6 years

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Wake Up, Sammy: Part 3

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam (brief), Jadis Word Count: 1,973 Warnings: Irate Dean, description of violent death, and more questions than answers, probably. A/N: This is the third installment to my Wake Up, Sammy challenge piece based on the movie IT. If you’d like to catch up, you can find Part 1 HERE and part 2 HERE. We are quickly coming to an end to this particular series, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it!

Beta’d by my beautiful water bear @trexrambling. My writing soulmate helps me make sense of my thoughts and my words, and I appreciate her greatly. “There you go again, making me feel things for side characters. Thanks for those unwelcome feels, Hannah.”

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Dean slowed the car to a stop a block away from their intended destination and slammed it into park. The house that Sam had pinpointed as the potential safe house for the witch sat back from the road, its warm lights glowing softly through the trees that surrounded it.

“I’m going to kill the skank, Y/N, I swear to God-”

Y/N interrupted him silently, her hand on his arm a gentle reminder that they had a job to do first; they needed to find Sam.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he climbed out of the car and carefully closed the door.

She met him at the trunk and gave him a small smile, “It’s okay, you’re just worried. Let’s just find Sam, and then you can kill the skank.” She winked, and Dean couldn’t help but grin back at her. He wasn’t sure how either of them had been lucky enough to have her in their lives, but he was glad she’d shown up when she did. Spirits somewhat lifted, Dean opened the trunk and dug through their supplies.

“Ah, here we go.” He grabbed the wooden box full of what they’d dubbed as ‘witch killing bullets’ and carefully loaded his pistol. “I’m going to enjoy this more than I should,” he growled as he handed Y/N her own gun and slammed the trunk shut.

“Let’s try not to kill her until we at least figure out where she’s holding Sam, alright?”

He sighed. “Fine. But she’s getting one,” he grumbled as he waved his gun, “right between the damn eyes.” They quietly made their way through the shadows, ducking in and out of the trees, before they finally made it to the house itself. They knelt down underneath one of the windows and pressed their backs to the wall, each poised, guns in hands.

“Stay down, okay?” Dean carefully shifted up so that he could see through the window, his eyes just above the sill as he looked around the room. They were right outside of the dining room, and everything seemed quiet. The table appeared to have been set, but no food was laid out. A lone candle stood in the middle of the settings, flickering dully as it burned closer and closer to the end of the wick. Despite the appearance of someone being home, the room was empty.

“There’s no one in there. Let’s go around the back,” he whispered and slowly led the way around the side of the house and to the left. He held a hand up to stop Y/N and again carefully shifted so that he was looking in a different window. This time, they’d hit the jackpot. Laid out peacefully on a bed was Sam, and despite the look of concern etched onto his sleeping face, he appeared to be in all one piece.

“Nailed it,” Dean exclaimed quietly. “Now we just have to get him out.”

A sudden earsplitting screech floored both of them as they scrambled to cover their ears.

“Motherfu-” Dean swore, but was quickly cut off by a voice they both could hear, but seemed to only echo in their minds.

“You know, it’s polite to knock on the door, not sneak around the back and break in. Tsk, tsk, Dean Winchester. I thought you’d be a better guest than that. I guess I shouldn’t expect much from a murderer, though. Please, come in...just make sure to wipe your feet.”

Dean shook his head as the voice slowly left his mind, and he looked at Y/N as she wiped away blood that had dripped from her nose. “What the hell was that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Witch bullshit, as always. Think she knows I’m here?”

Dean frowned, “Probably. If you could hear her, I’d say she specifically made sure you did.” He stood and held a hand out to Y/N. “No use in sneaking around now. Let’s go.” They made their way back to the front door, and he cautiously pushed it open. The witch that took Sam was standing in front of the fireplace, her back turned towards Dean and Y/N.

“I’m glad you were finally able to make it. I thought maybe you’d decided to leave little Sammy behind.” She turned to face them, and she chuckled as Dean glared at her. “Oooo, that smolder. Mmmm….if you weren’t a Winchester, the things I would do to you.” She winked, then turned to look at Y/N. “You aren’t too bad yourself, sweetheart.”

“Cut the shit. What do you want?” Dean snapped, his patience finally running out. His gun was trained steadily at her tall, thin frame.

She laughed, “Oh, honey, you don’t remember, do you? You don’t have a clue.” Her chin moved almost imperceptibly, and Dean’s gun flew out of his hand. A flick of her eyes towards Y/N, and her gun was also ripped away. Both of them were frozen, and Dean growled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bitch, but I swear to God I am going to kill you.”

“You know, I have a name, but I guess hunters like you don’t care about that.” She moved in close, her lips brushing the shell of Dean’s ear, “It’s Jadis, by the way.” She stepped back, then moved slowly to stand next to Y/N, her fingers slowly traveling up and down Y/N’s arm.

“Don’t you touch her,” Dean growled as he struggled against whatever invisible bonds were holding him.

Jadis frowned, “Oh, does it bother you when I touch someone you love? Does it bother you when I threaten them?” She narrowed her eyes at Y/N, who cried out, pain etched into her face.

“Stop it!” Dean struggled harder, his heart racing as Y/N gasped for air, blood dripping from her mouth, the bright crimson staining her lips. She looked at Dean with wild eyes as she choked again. “I will KILL YOU!” he roared, and Jadis laughed. As quick as it began, it was over. Y/N was breathing heavily, but whatever Jadis had been doing to her seemed to have subsided.

“Oh, I know you’re going to kill me. I mean, you killed my sister without a second thought, and she hadn’t even done anything to you. The moment I kidnapped your brother, I’d signed my death certificate. Torturing this pretty thing just sealed the deal. But I wanted you to know that there are consequences to your actions.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I’ve killed a lot of bitches...oh, sorry, witches...in my time. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Jadis walked over to Dean and grabbed him by the throat, “Tallahassee. You were tracking murders down a stretch of highway that eventually led into a subdivision. The subdivision my sister lived in, all quiet and peaceful, innocently living on her own. But instead of getting your facts straight, you murdered her simply because you figured out she was a witch, and all witches are the same, aren’t they? She didn’t die right away, did you know that? No, see, you shot her, and then kept moving so that you could catch the one actually doing it. You didn’t even check to see if she was gone.”

“I didn’t-” Dean gasped, cut off as she tightened her grip on his throat.

“Of course you didn’t. But I know...I know because when I went to check on her when she quit answering my calls, I found her. She had been there for four days, and before she finally bled out she had crawled from the kitchen to the living room, hoping someone would see her through the window. No one even knew anything was wrong, because she tried to keep to herself. She died, alone and scared, because some grown ass men were terrified of something they didn’t understand.”

Jadis moved her hand up to grip Dean’s face and forced him to look at her, “Do you know how I found out who did it? The last thing she did before she died was write your last name in her own blood. Funny thing is, she wouldn’t have had to. I knew who it was the moment I saw how much torment she’d been put through.” She shoved Dean away from her and moved back towards Y/N.

“You see, Dean, there’s no such thing as black and white. The whole world is a mixture of greys, but you hunters….God, none of you seem to realize that. A monster is a monster.” She glared at Y/N for a moment, then slowly raised her hand, “You need to realize that there are consequences to your actions. I’m going to kill your little girlfriend here, but I’ll be kinder than you were. I’ll give you a chance to save Sam. All you have to do is make sure his dream doesn’t kill him first.” She tightened her hand into a fist, and Y/N fell to the floor, doubled over in pain, blood pouring from her mouth.

“Stop it! Let her go!” Dean tried in vain, but couldn’t move. All he could do was watch as Y/N continued to cough up blood, choking on it as she looked at him in fear.

Suddenly, a loud yell echoed through the house; a deep, guttural scream that Dean recognized immediately.

“Sam!”

The distraction was enough for Jadis to lose her concentration, and Dean was suddenly freed. He jumped for the gun closest to him, and before Jadis could do anything, he fired. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at the sudden hole in her chest, then collapsed on the floor next to Y/N. He rushed to Y/N’s side and sighed in relief when she looked up at him and attempted to smile.

“That was a little anticlimactic, wasn’t it? Thought you were going to put one between her eyes?” she asked as she spit out a mouthful of blood.

Dean shook his head, “Shut up, kid.” He helped her up, then immediately took off down the long hallway that stretched out in front of them.

“Was that Sam?” Y/N asked as Dean opened door after door, slamming each one shut angrily.

“Yea, it was Sammy. How the fuck does this place have so many rooms?!” He threw open the last door in the hallway and crossed the small room in two large strides. “Sam!”

“Is he…” Y/N paused, not wanting to say what she truly feared.

“No, he's breathing...but something is wrong.” He gently shook Sam’s shoulder, “Hey, Sammy, you gotta wake up. Y/N’s got something important to tell you, c’mon!” Sam’s frown deepened, but he remained unconscious. “I don't understand,” Dean sighed.

“What are we supposed to do?” Y/N sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through Sam’s hair, her eyes locked on his face.

“I dunno…” Dean crossed his arms as he thought, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution. His eyes widened as he realized that Jadis had given him the answer earlier. “We have to wake him up before the dream kills him...she gave him dream root! All we have to do is take it, and we can enter his dream. Once he realizes that's where he is, he’ll wake up!”

Y/N gave Dean a guarded, but hopeful look, “And if he dies in the dream?”

Dean looked down at his brother, the fear of losing him the last thing he wanted to focus on, then turned his gaze back to Y/N, “He won’t, so we don't need to worry about that. Come on, we need to gather some stuff if we’re going to do this.”

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Headcanon #1

These are my headcanons on the dead children:

Theresa, age six. She had medium length, curly, light brown hair, dark gray eyes, and freckles. She wore a light blue t-shirt with two white stripes, black shorts, and black shoes. She was kind, fair, calm, mature, intelligent, and wise beyond her years. She was kidnapped and murdered by William Afton. Her vessel is Freddy.

Calvin, age six. He had short, frizzy black hair, dark skin, and dark brown eyes. He wore a green tank top, dark blue jeans, and red-and-white sneakers. He was cheerful, friendly, and energetic (bordering on hyperactive). He was virtually inseparable from his Super Best Friend, Olive. He was kidnapped and murdered by William Afton. His vessel is Bonnie.

Olive, age six. She had short blond hair tied up in a little tuft on her head and sky-blue eyes. She wore a spaghetti-strap light pink dress with red hearts all over it and dark blue sandals. She had pretty much the same personality as her Super Best Friend, Calvin, only a lot more relaxed. Her vessel is Chica.

Sammy, age five. He had red hair, some freckles, and one hazel eye (the other one was covered up with a white bandage, as it was missing). He wore an orange hoodie, khaki pants, and brown tennis shoes, and he was always seen "smoking" a white candy cigarette. He was cynical, cold, sarcastic, and a tad bit unhinged -- not a personality you'd expect from a child who never left kindergarten. He was kidnapped and murdered by William Afton. His vessel is Foxy.

(A/N: While this ghost kiddo was named after Charlie's dead twin brother from the books, please acknowledge that he is not the same character.)

Thomas Afton, age nine. We already know what he looks like, as he's the fourth game's protagonist, the crying child who's tortured by his older brother (but also, his eyes were green, like his sister's). He was quiet and shy, he cried easily, and he was scared of a lot of things. As his own way of holding on to Psychic Friend Fredbear’s promise, he manifests himself as Golden Freddy.

Lilith, age twelve. She had long, straight, silky raven hair, pale skin, and heterochromatic eyes -- one was coal black and the other was purple. She wore a long-sleeved white shirt, black pants, no shoes, and a green wristband. We see her die in the second game, and we get more of the story in the Security Puppet minigame in Pizzeria Simulator. She was quiet, mysterious, sneaky, unempathetic, and, well, not the greatest person. She was killed outside of the pizzeria by William Afton, and she became the Puppet, giving "life" to children who just wanted to move on so she could make her murderer pay. Also, she’s the daughter of Henry, but Charlie doesn’t exist in this universe, so she’s an only child.

Elizabeth Afton, age nine. We see her when she's killed by Baby in Sister Location, but I depict her with pigtails and a hot pink bow on each pigtail (Osana Najimi looking bitch). She was spoiled, whiny, and kind of snobbish, but she was never evil until Springtrap corrupted her to be, and she regrets her actions immensely. She shares control of Baby’s body with the animatronic herself in SL, and as of Pizzeria Simulator, she’s running this crazy train solo (CHOO CHOO MOTHERFU--).

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf missing children

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Title: To Catch a Name Pairing: Keith/Lance (Klance) Summary: A simple rescue mission on a Galra war ship leads to unexpected alliances as well as unexpected friendships. Or: Blade of Marmora!Keith meets the Paladins, tries to figure out this whole “half-human” thing, and maybe falls in love with a certain Blue Paladin along the way.

--- PART 1 - The Rescue

“You’re...a human?” Keith’s mask covers his expression, but even that barrier fails to disguise the obvious shock in his voice. He lowers his blade. Definitely not a Galra soldier.

The earthling in question shoots him a hesitant grin, lowering his gun once he sees Keith putting away his, “That I am. Are you one of the prisoners, too? I don’t believe I caught your name...?”

“Caught my name?” Keith repeats, perplexed. How does one ‘catch a name’, Keith wondered. Did the human hit his head? He seems fine, steady on his feet, blue eyes bright and alert behind his blue and white helmet. “I don’t think I understand.”

“Oh! It means -- well, I just didn’t, uh.” The human is babbling and waving his free hand in an odd flapping motion, like he’s trying to shoo something away. “What I mean is: you never introduced yourself. What’s your name?”

Why didn’t he just say that before?

“Keith,” he says simply.

“Keith,” the human says, humming thoughtfully. “That’s a very human sounding name.”

Keith bristles, “My father gave me that name. Do you have a problem with it?”

“Oh, no no no no no no! It’s a very, uh, lovely name. Wait, I meant manly. A very manly name. Well, okay, that sounds worse. Keith is a very cool name. Yeah, super cool,” the human says, gesturing wildly again. Keith imagines moving around like that must burn a lot of energy. “I’m Lance by the way.”

The human, Lance, extends his arm out, palm open. Keith hesitates only a moment before clasping the other’s arm in a warrior’s handshake. Firm.

There’s a loud explosion from the hall behind Lance, the force of it shaking the entire ship. Lance’s surprisingly strong grip is the only thing that keeps Keith from tumbling over.

“Keith, buddy, great to meet ya. Would love to stay and chat, but I think that’s our signal to get the hell outta here,” Lance says. He must take Keith’s silence as an affirmative because he tugs Keith along into a run, letting go once Keith falls into step next to him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any spur-of-the-moment escape plans now, would ya?” Lance asks as another explosion rocks the ship again, this one stronger than the last.

“There’s a ventilation shaft a hallway over,” Keith replies, panting. “That’s where I snuck the rest of the prisoners to. My ship is hovering just outside that vent once you clear the filtration system.”

Lance nods along before abruptly doing a double-take, staring at Keith incredulously. “Wait. I thought you were a prisoner! You’re the one who shut down the prison gates? That wasn’t just some weird, very conveniently timed malfunction to go along with the sudden ‘emergency’ in the main deck?”

Keith motions for Lance to follow him, leading them both down the eastern hallway.

“Yes, that was me,” he says as another detonation goes off, weaker this time. “And all the prisoners would have been evacuated already if someone,” Keith left no room for interpretation on who this someone might be, “had just followed the rest out instead of going back for his gear.”

Despite his mask, Keith pointedly stares at Lance and all of his very much non-prisoner clothing. Lance at least has the decency to look sheepish as he replies, “Well, I couldn’t just leave my stuff here! Allura and Pidge would literally murder me if I came back without my gear again. And what if the prisoners needed protection? Who was going to defend them? You and your one man army?”

“Yes,” Keith says, exasperated. He’s tired, sweaty, and hungry. All of those things would have been remedied already if a certain human hadn’t been so stubborn. “That was the plan.”

Lance manages to send Keith a withering look. “Oh, well excuuuse me for not knowing this ‘plan’ which, I would like to point out, no one knew about except you.”

“Are all of you earthlings this annoying?” Keith asks as he comes to a stop next to the ventilation shaft.

There’s a small black line on the corner that Keith had drawn on for the prisoners to see. To the Galra soldiers, it would look like a little scrape, or even a misplaced smudge; to the prisoners, it was a sign that this was their ticket to freedom.

“Well, are all of you -- er,” Lance pauses, taking a moment to take a good look at Keith. There’s not much to see, Keith knows that much. He’d adorned his entire combat gear as well as his mask, effectively covering every inch of his skin. Lance clears his throat, “So what, exactly, are you again?”

“Not important right now,” Keith says coolly. He pulls the shaft open and gestures for Lance to go in. “This place is going to explode in two minutes so we need to hurry.”

“It’s going to what,” Lance yelps, scrambling into the vent at a speed that has Keith mildly impressed. “Dude, why didn’t you say that, oh, I don’t know, when we were making nice in the hallway? Just chit-chatting like old chess pals, never mind the fact that this place is rigged to explode.”

Lance has already crawled halfway through the entire shaft by the time Keith gets in, heavy looking space suit apparently not a match for Lance’s determination to get the hell out. Keith crawls after him.

“What’s ‘chess’?” Keith asks.

“You,” Lance says, “need to sort out your priorities. The fact that this ship is set to blow in thirty seconds--”

“About ninety seconds, actually,�� Keith inputs helpfully.

“-- is mega important right now,” Lance plows along, ignoring Keith’s comment. “Asking what chess is? Not important in the face of our imminent death. You feel me?”

“I--I don’t want to touch you right now, thanks,” Keith says, feeling awkward. Was this a normal human thing? Kolivan never mentioned this when he’d explained the nuances of the human behavior to Keith. Maybe Lance was just an enigma?

Lance groans and Keith thinks he hears the human bang his head against the wall a couple times, “You know what? Let’s just get outta here.”

A large blast follows Lance’s statement, the explosion heating up the metal under Keith’s fingertips.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees, hurrying to catch up. “Let’s go.”

They board Keith’s ship with seconds to spare, the entire Galra war ship going up in flames behind them. The bottom of Keith’s gloves are singed, the material thinner than the rest of his uniform. He makes a mental note to tell Ulaz so he can get them replaced, watching dispassionately as Lance makes a spectacle of himself, hugging the floor of Keith’s ship and crying comical tears. Keith would have found this funny if he hadn’t been so exhausted. “That was the craziest thing I’ve ever done! I thought I was going to die! Holy --” Lance pauses, whirling around with such intensity that it makes Keith dizzy. “You.”

“Me?” Keith says, taking a step back as Lance scrambles to stand up, the human stalking over until he’s practically nose-to-nose with Keith.

Lance jabs an accusing finger into Keith’s chest, “We could have died! What kind of half-baked plan was that, huh? Did you honest to God think that plan through? I mean, what were you thinking?!”

“What was I thinking?” Keith slaps Lance’s hand away. The nerve of this human. “What were you thinking? Going back for your gear? Are you suicidal? Everything would have been fine if you’d stuck to the plan!”

“And I told you, how am I suppose to follow a plan I knew nothing about? I saw an opportunity and took it. What if those other prisoners hadn’t escaped? You could have killed them!”

“And I told you that I had everything under control.” This time, Keith is the one who gets up in Lance’s face. The other still has his helmet on, but it doesn’t hide the way his blue eyes flash angrily. “Are all you humans this -- this infuriatingly stupid?”

“You motherfu--”

“Lance.” Someone says and both Keith and Lance whirl around, eyes wide.

“Shiro?” Lance says, incredulous. Keith is equally bewildered. How did this...Shiro get on his ship?

The man in question steps forward, a disapproving frown in place. He has a long scar across the bridge of his nose and a shocking streak of white in his otherwise stark black hair. Shiro is obviously human, but his build is much different from Lance’s; where Lance is lean, Shiro is broad. He wouldn’t look out of place standing next to Antok, Keith thinks.

“Lance,” the man, Shiro, says again, but this time he sounds fond. Relieved. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

Lance throws off his helmet, blue eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. His face is flushed and his disheveled brown hair sticks up in odd places. Without his helmet, Keith can see a smattering of freckles across Lance’s face that were hidden before. He also notes how gaunt Lance looks, cheeks hollowed out and eyes sunken in. Malnourished, Keith’s mind supplies helpfully.

“Shiro,” Lance says, rushing forward to hug him. His voice shakes as he continues, “I didn’t think -- I didn’t know if... But you’re here and, and I thought that I wouldn’t ever--”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. We’re all just so relieved you’re safe,” Shiro says, embracing Lance briefly before holding him at arm’s length, taking him in. Shiro smiles, “No obvious injuries. Coran will be thrilled.”

Lance laughs wetly, rubbing his nose self consciously. He stops the motion mid-way to glance at Keith, face going slightly pink when he realizes Keith’s been standing there the whole time.

“Who are you?” Keith asks without preamble now that their reunion is over. He doesn’t get the feeling that Shiro is a threat, but it doesn’t sit well with him that an unknown earthling boarded his ship without Keith knowing. Keith’s fingers itch for his blade.

Shiro turns to Keith, one hand still on Lance’s shoulder, “My name is Shiro. I’m a Paladin of Voltron.”

Voltron.

Keith has heard of them. There had been rumors going around that Voltron had returned. It had been the talk of Kolivan and the others for weeks, but Keith couldn’t be bothered. If Voltron is supposed to be this “legendary defender”, why hadn’t they come sooner? Ten-thousand years is a long time to wait for this so-called savior of the universe.

“How did you get on my ship? You weren’t one of the prisoners. I would know,” Keith says, crossing his arms. An alarming thought races through Keith at that moment: where is Kolivan and the others? They were usually quick to greet Keith once he returned from a mission. Keith draws his blade swiftly and points it at Shiro, “Where are the other members? What did you do to them?”

Shiro raises his hands in what Keith thinks is supposed to be a placating manner.

“Easy,” Shiro says, but he doesn’t budge when Keith takes a step closer, blade still in hand.

“Woah there, cowboy!” Lance puts himself between Shiro and Keith, arms stretched wide. Cowboy? Keith thinks wildly, gaze shifting between Lance and Shiro. “Ease up. I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding. Give Shiro a chance to explain.”

Keith scowls and turns his attention back to the Black Paladin, “Start talking.”

“Your men contacted me, saying they had reason to believe the prisoners you were rescuing may have been housing one of my teammates,” Shiro explains calmly. Keith’s blade doesn’t waver. “They invited me and my teammates aboard your ship to negotiate.”

“Negotiate,” Keith repeats dubiously.

Shiro nods, “Believe what you will, but that’s the truth. I’m sure the others can confirm my story.”

Keith’s eyes dart around, taking in the quiet absence of the other Blade members. Shiro, while no doubt formidable, couldn’t have taken out Keith’s entire crew. There was just no way. Keith hesitates.

Lance must see this as the perfect opportunity to disarm Keith because he does so with startling efficiency, grabbing Keith’s wrist and twisting until he’s forced to let go, his blade clattering to the floor.

In any other circumstance, Keith would have been impressed.

“Hey--!” Keith pushes Lance’s hand away angrily. That was it. “I’ve had enough of this! Get off my ship!”

“Oh, gladly. Show us the exit and we’ll be on our way,” Lance says snidely and Keith actually growls, stepping forward to show Lance exactly where the exit is when another voice interrupts.

“Peace, Keith.”

Kolivan.

Keith stumbles back, fuming.

“Kolivan,” Keith says lowly, jaw working as he tries to contain his frustration. “What’s going on? How did you allow this earthling to board my ship?”

“If I recall, this was my ship before I gave it to you,” Kolivan says, smoothly interjecting himself between him and Lance. Keith takes the hint, snatching his blade from the floor before stalking a few paces back, seething quietly.

“Well, it’s my ship now, and I don’t appreciate uninvited guests.” Keith knows he sounds petulant, but how could Kolivan go behind his back like that? “A heads up would be nice next time.”

“Noted,” Kolivan says, obviously holding back a laugh. Keith crosses his arm and turns away. Great. “Black Paladin. I apologize for my ward’s...behavior. He has a bit of a temper.”

“A bit,” Lance scoffs and Keith glares at him.

“Kolivan,” Shiro greets him, a small smile forming. “I can’t even begin to thank you enough. We are in your debt.”

Yeah, never mind the guy who actually saved your teammate, Keith thinks bitterly. He sheathes his blade reluctantly, staring at the skin, not unlike Shiro and Lance’s own, peeking from the holes in his gloves.

“There is no need,” Kolivan replies. “Your teammates must be worried about you, Blue Paladin. You both should return quickly. Zarkon will no doubt hear about the destruction of his warship soon.”

Keith is picking at his gloves when what Kolivan says sinks in.

“No,” Keith says, disbelief coloring his voice. “You’re the Blue Paladin?”

Lance smirks, shooting finger guns in Keith’s direction, “The one and only, baby!”

Keith levels Lance with an unimpressed look, an expression he knows is wasted behind his mask. He can’t believe this ... idiot is an actual Paladin of Voltron, the supposed most powerful weapon in the whole universe. They were all doomed if they weren’t already before.

“I feel safe already,” Keith quips sarcastically and takes some satisfaction when Lance begins sputtering incoherently.

“Please,” Kolivan interrupts, “You both should leave. Get as far away from here as you can. It’s dangerous.”

Shiro frowns, “You’re right, but we can’t just leave you guys here, not after everything you’ve done for us, for Lance.”

“We are not defenseless, Paladin,” Kolivan says firmly. “But these prisoners will be safer once we all leave.”

“Who are you?” Lance blurts out; Keith is surprised it took Lance this long to ask that particular question.

“We are the Blade of Marmora. We fight against Zarkon. That’s all you need to know,” Kolivan replies smoothly.

A loud bang reverberates throughout the entire room then, followed by hurried footsteps and twin cries of surprise.

“Lance!”

“Lance, buddy! You’re alive!”

Two other earthlings come careening around the corner, one in green accented armor, the other in yellow. Keith can only muster a mild irritation at the new additions. He’ll need to have a long talk with Kolivan about who’s allowed on Keith’s ship while he’s away on missions.

The larger human in yellow armor scoops Lance up, crushing the Blue Paladin against his chest, sobbing, “We’re so happy you’re alive! I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“Hunk...can’t...breathe...” Lance wheezes but he’s smiling. Hunk let’s go only for the small one to take his place, squeezing Lance in a tight hug. Lance laughs, patting the top of the other’s head, “It’s good to see you too, Pidge.”

Pidge releases Lance and punches him in the arm, “Don’t you ever scare us like that again! We thought you were toast!”

Keith’s face scrunches in confusion. Toast?

“I’m sorry for scaring you guys,” Lance says, an easy smile stretching his face.

A device on Pidge’s belt beeps, but the earthling just silences it impatiently, “You didn’t just scare us, Lance! We all were worried sick. Allura and Coran, too.”

“Especially Allura and Coran,” Hunk interjects. “They thought it was their fault you were captured.”

“You look awful, by the way,” Pidge says as they poke at Lance’s cheek incessantly. Lance lightly pushes Pidge’s hand away.

“Gee, thanks Pidge. You really know how to make a guy feel good,” Lance says without any real heat. Pidge just throws him a cheeky smile.

“As nice as this reunion is,” Keith says, not apologetic in the least for interrupting, “I think it’s time you Paladins take your leave. We need to get moving.”

Lance snorts, “Yeah, sorry. We were just leaving. You know, your hospitality could use some work.”

Keith takes a threatening step forward, ignoring that Pidge’s device beeps again when he does. He sees the small earthling checking the device but pays them no mind.

“A little appreciation would be nice considering I didn’t have to go back for you. I’m starting to think I should have left you on that ship.”

“Keith!” Kolivan reprimands, but Lance strides across so that he’s up close again. Too close.

“Well, thank you for saving me,” Lance bows, contempt written into every line of his posture. Keith clenches his fist, feeling the familiar claws digging into his palms.

Stay calm, Keith. Stay calm.

“Uh, guys?” Pidge says from the sidelines but Shiro is stepping in, hands pushing the two apart.

“Hey, that’s enough,” he says, and some part of Keith reacts to that authoritative tone. Lance does too, but he’s still glaring.

Lance points an accusing finger in Keith’s direction, “He started it!”

“Me?!” Keith sputters. “You’re the one who’s ungrateful!”

“Guys,” Pidge tries again.

“Well, maybe you should be nicer!”

“I am nice.”

“I think your definition of ‘nice’ needs some readjusting.”

“Your attitude needs some readjusting.”

“Excuse me?!”

“GUYS,” Pidge yells and every head swivels in their direction. Once everyone’s attention was on them, they waved the small gadget above their head. “I think you need to see this.”

The Paladins were quick to huddle around Pidge, peering at the small screen in their hands. Kolivan and Keith hang back. An uneasy shiver runs along Keith’s spine. Whatever the Paladins were looking at, it couldn’t be good.

Hunk is gaping, eyes flicking back and forth between the gadget and Keith and Kolivan. Shiro seems unsettled and Lance just looks shocked, no snide comment at the ready.

It’s Pidge who ultimately breaks the tense silence, hazel eyes locking on Keith’s.

“They’re Galra.”

#im such klance trash tbh #im seriously going through a post s4 depression and this helps me cope #also i rly wanted a blade of marmora!keith so here we are #klance #voltron #writing #keith kogane #lance mclain

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