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popurikat · 4 years

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Trying to make sense of parts of Future (Mystery Skulls)

Since my last analysis went so well I thought I’d make this post as well, especially because Future really did confuse me and I know others might be lost as well; so lets discuss this together! It will be lengthy as I am basically spewing my thoughts out right on the videos immediate release date (there will be a read more option after my first thought to avoid long positng). Well first things first, I wanna address that I've been curious about what kind of spirit Arthur's arm could be (since I am not too well acquainted with any canon on its background part at least) and I think I have concluded that the closest thing to it could be is a Tenome; which is a Yochai that possesses a man's body and moves the eyes to the palms. "found lurking in cemeteries, hands outstretched, as if he has only recently lost his vision and is searching for something. Get close enough, and you’ll find out in quick succession that a) he’s not blind, but looking with eyes embedded in his hands, and b) what he’s looking for is a snack." (fyi, most of my mythos information is coming from Wiki just as a heads up)

And sure enough he found a great source for his hunger. Something he has been EYEING since the start. Which now leads me to my next points on the video...

At first watch I was convinced that each strand found on Mystery’s heart represented a singular soul bond, I thought that blue was for Vivi, Green was for the hand, pink for Lewis, purple for Shiro, Yellow for Lance, Orange for Arthur, and black and white were unknown. Which, didn’t settle right for me. SO I went in and re-watched the clip a couple more times and saw this:

Vivi’s (blue created after she got hurt) and Shiro’s (white created after she died) strands were connected to the strands located next to them. A start and an end. Mystery’s promise to Vivi to stay at her side for generations as he was spared upon prior defeat of Mushi. And then of course we have the promise of power and sustenance for Shrio as they held a symbiotic relationship for most of their lives that was only severed due to an interference. These double strands of fate are especially clearer in the scene with Shiro in Future. As the black strand gets clearer the more she gets injured or emotionally hurt, it eventually leads to the leak of the white strand on her death. Meaning; Black/white=Shiro; Purple/Pink=Lewis; Blue/Green: Vivi; and Orange/Yellow: Arthur. And why am I inclined to believe Lewis and Arthur are apart of Mystery’s heart? Well that's because those two were the only ones fully streaming before Vivi’s and Shiro’s appeared. We know that Arthur lost an arm to Mystery and discovered his identity (ergo losing most of his trust in him) insinuating both strands to arise early on of his color scheme, as well as with Lewis’ death occurring under the protection of Mystery when they were grouped and having his soul go restless/ in pain. It wouldn’t make sense to add family members or side characters not included in the mainline story to this grouping unless they would play an important role in the finale, which isn’t likely since we have only one more video left as Ben stated it was going to be a 5 video series. I am also inclined to believe each person has two strands because of Kitsune lore: “ Kitsune keep their promises and strive to repay any favor. Occasionally a kitsune attaches itself to a person or household. They follow their word of honor. They become self-destructive if they break a promise, and when someone else breaks a promise, they become deadly enemies.” Plus, It would make sense as to why in this short battle Mystery sprouted his last 3 tails when it came to Vivi and Shiro and how their connections affect his power. (more on this in a bit) But, furthermore; if anyone else notices, the Band-Aids on the heart are also remotely located on the sections of Vivi’s and Shiro’s strands specifically because for both, Mystery has vowed to protect them and has failed.

Now then lets talk about a few things on Mystery’s ultimate form shall we? The final form of a Kitsune, its celestial form as shown here is called a Tenko. (yes I am aware of the Kumiho, but that is a fully evil, flesh eating, 9 tailed fox that specialize in illusions and well Mystery has never been portrayed as human). The Tenko makes even more sense when taken into consideration that Mystery’s third eye (typically a form of wisdom connected to overpowering the mortality of ones self) opens. So how was this done in such a short amount of time? “Kitsune do not accept aid from those who are not willing. they do not ask for help, and as such, most aid must come from another's initiative. Kitsune are emotional and very vengeful. Kitsune will lose their temper at the slightest provocation. Once someone has earned a kitsune's enmity, the kitsune will begin enacting revenge that can become quite extreme. On the other hand, those who have earned a kitsune's trust and loyalty will see a friendship that can last through many trials. Freedom is very important to the kitsune. They do not accept being forced into something they do not wish, and do not like being bound or trapped. Doing so weakens the kitsune.” Mystery as we know is very much controlled by his emotions, going head first into things constantly based on reaction and his inability to control his power under distress. His tails arose in the fight sequence every time he fulfilled his oath AND used 100% of his form/power. Therefore, his tails grew because he wasn’t holding back anymore, not his grievances, not his appearance, nor his hesitance in his evident distress of being bound to two entities that both required his aid. My last note on these images comes from a tumblr user’s reverse audio clipping (https://nebulous-rain.tumblr.com/post/633555549749952512/ok-so-yknow-that-one-reversed-part-of-future). The rewind of the clip of Mystery’s transformation plays “When I’m With You”, which yes, cool a possible Easter egg to the next song! BUT what is this song about? Let me just bring up the first line of the song: “You got me hanging by a THREAD...I wish I could turn back time...I wish I could rewind life...” and before the chorus “I’m gonna make it right”. We know that this can refer to rectifying the wrongs of Lewis’ death, but more accurately to do so we need to defeat the evil inside this mutt that is pulling the strings of this whole fiasco. And this might just be the intro portion of the next mystery skulls mind you as we’ve also gotten many false starts with the previous two videos where hellbent used “every note” and future used “enemies” alongside the main song. BUT WE HAVE TWO YEARS ANYWAY, WHY BABBLE ON ABOUT THIS. LETS MOVE ON!

Hearts in this series have not been just for identifying the dead or for aesthetic purposes, they are the life force of each powerful legend. I am actually surprised to see Shiro have a heart as she started off as a creation from Mystery and therefore her lifeforce is just his blood and without it she is nothing. I am curious about her color pallet though, her heart is purple and pink. Lewis’ is gold/yellow with touches of orange. And Mystery’s is just red, but it has a mix of everyone’s essence within it to keep it tied and whole. Shiro’s could be colored this way in reference to Lewis’ aid to help find her creator; which would explain why Mystery surrounds himself by color as he required outside help and how Lewis’ heart is yellow in reference to how recently Arthur helped him remember his friends/hidden memories. One thing we have learned about hearts is that they can be broken repeatedly and can be ripped apart from the body, but they can be repaired too through resolution/hope. Lewis restored his heart in hellbent by using Vivi’s flower petals and finding hope that he will get revenge, only for his heart to be repaired again through Arthur’s touch. Shiro may have withered away, but her heart is essentially not broken, she’d need Mystery to restore it as it was flung into space (and that again relies on Mystery finding his sanity and finding it in himself to even bring her back). And as for Mystery himself, he’s gonna need the whole gang to reach out to him to extract the parasite within and restore balance. I really want to know more about the heart properties and how they give their users their powers as well Vivi is able to summon her strength through a material connection (bat) that function in its own way as the vessel a heart does since its connecting her to her ancestry.

NOW to finalize, I offer you two queries:

WHO IS ARTHURS HAND REACHING FOR!? I know it seems like Mystery, but that would be counter productive for the hand demon if he has Arthur interfering with his control. Is it still after Lewis as we’ve seen previous times where his arm acts up only in Lewis’ presence and when specifically other “magic” is at play? If so, is the goal to ward off Lewis and Vivi from defeating Mystery? Is Arthur gonna use the arm to find his own power as we’ve seen when he is able to momentarily cease control of it he kinda ruins anything electrical he touches and well, electricity is currently running rampant in there.

and lastly, I am really curious how touch sensitive hearts are, We know that even the smallest of brushes can detect memory/links to the person holding it (as seen with how Shiro managed to get soul flowers in hellbent), but the fact that Lewis was so in touch with the feeling of Arthur EVEN THOUGH ARTHUR GRABBED HIS HEART THROUGH HIS METAL HAND MIND YOU!, that he still managed to feel the disturbance instantly. So my question is, is the touch sensitivity reliant on how close someone is to someone? I would like to say yes cause when Shiro touched his heart he didn’t react instantly, he felt her rummaging his memories and was awoken, but he didn’t kick her butt by fully reforming until after she had long since stepped on his heart and then forced the memory of Mystery to arise. But yeah, its a nice little detail.

Either way, thanks for reading! Feel free to add on, comment, or even dm me about more Mystery Skulls information and theories! Love to hear them!

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 3 years

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#13: Relax

(Read it on AO3 here!)

It’s the morning after everything happened at Kingsmen Mechanics. Things are quiet now. Arthur and Lance are both asleep in their rooms. Vivi’s passed out on the couch, and Mystery is settled into a corner, asleep on a blanket. In a different corner of the living room, Lewis drifts curled up, not truly asleep but not really awake, either.

He stirs when he feels something shift, and then Arthur comes into the room. He’s trembling slightly, his hand pressed against the space between his shoulder and neck in what’s becoming a familiar nervous habit. He glances around as he enters like he’s worried about waking somebody else up.

Unfortunately, Vivi also manages to detect his presence – Lewis has to wonder if she ever really fell asleep – and shifts upright, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, hey, Arthur. Mm… what’dya want?”

“Just- uh- j-just came in to- to-g- to get a drink.”

Lewis frowns, finally uncurling all the way and standing up. His stammer is stronger than normal, his voice shaking and cracked – something’s not right. He looks almost panicked, too.

“You sure?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Arthur, seriously. You look like…” it takes Vivi a moment to think of a good analogy. “You look like you’re gonna shatter if someone breathes on you too hard.”

He shakes his head, the movement too twitchy to be at all convincing. “S-s-seriously, I- I’m- I’m f-fine.”

“No, come on. It’s totally reasonable to be upset! After last night-? But if you tell me what’s going on, I can help-“

“I’m fine!” he snaps, shouting her down despite the crack in his voice. “Just- st-stop. I’m jus- ju- just tired, th- is all.”

“Is it Lewis? If-“

He backs up abruptly, spinning and walking out of the room.

Vivi and Lewis exchange a look.

There's a pit of worry growing in Lewis’s stomach. Is it him? It's perfectly understandable that Arthur might not be comfortable with- with him, not after he’d tried to kill him so many times, nearly succeeded, and given that he barely even looks like himself anymore. But… he’d said it was fine, and he’d sounded so honest – surely he couldn’t lie that well, not if he was this scared, right? Lewis knows him well enough to be able to tell – right?

After answers, or maybe reassurance, he stands and follows his path out of the room.

He finds Arthur in his room, sitting on the bed, glaring at the wall. At a glance he just looks angry, but Lewis knows even before he looks closer that he’s not – he almost never is. And sure enough, there are tear-tracks running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky and uneven.

He knocks on the doorframe, and Arthur’s head snaps up, brow unfurrowing into confusion when he sees him.

“Arthur, can… can we please talk? About… whatever’s bothering you?” Arthur inhales, but Lewis interrupts him. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His expression darkens again, and he shifts a little on the bed, moving closer to the headboard. “F-f-fine. Come in an-and close the door.”

He does so, carefully watching Arthur for cues as he sits down opposite him on the bed.

“You’re not gonna t-t-tell anyone, ri- r-right?”

Lewis can’t answer the question honestly, but Arthur seems to understand that when he meets his eyes. He sighs and looks down at his knees. “It’s… it’s Mys- m- Mystery.”

Oh.

Lewis silently replays a scene from last night in his head. After Mystery had explained everything – and admitted to keeping it all secret – Vivi had been furious. So had Lewis and Lance, to some extent, but Vivi was the angriest. She’d defended him, comforted him when Arthur was afraid of him and hurt his feelings, went head-to-head with a tree demon to protect him – and he’d never even bothered to tell her the truth? About anything?

He’d let everyone think Arthur’s fear of him was irrational, that Lewis’s disappearance was just a disappearance, watched Vivi struggle with her memory loss and said nothing? He stayed silent while Arthur tore himself apart searching for someone he knew was dead? He knew who Lewis was – and knew why he was chasing them – and said nothing! He still called himself their protector, even as he hid the truth from them!

And that wasn’t even counting that he knew full well why the tree monster was after him, and that he honestly should have expected this, and knew that she wasn’t evil she was just upset – and he still pulled Vivi out of the van and silently watched as the two of them fought each other, each not understanding what the other was thinking, and only stepped in when Vivi was about to die.

The only one who hadn’t agreed with the others, also the one who had the most right to be angry, was Arthur. Even with a shaking hand – that they’d all attributed to exhaustion and injury at the time – he’d reached between all the shouting and argued against them. Mystery was just doing what he thought was best, he said. He was trying to help everyone. He wasn’t omniscient or all-powerful and besides he was hurt, couldn’t they just leave this until he was healed?

Vivi fell silent at that – just as she had earlier, when Arthur was defending Lewis. She couldn’t find the words to keep arguing with him. The same exhaustion that was making her anger so hot made it impossible to debate rationally, so she’d given it up and warned Mystery to stay on the couch while everyone else went to bed.

And now Lewis knows that after defending him against his friends, Arthur went to bed and probably laid awake, tense and terrified, precisely because he’d let one of his biggest sources of trauma sleep right outside his room. Right after the events of last night, Mystery’s possession and sudden rampage, opened that trauma wide up. He tries and fails to imagine how he’d feel if Arthur had, of his own free will, instead of just pushing him off a cliff, taken a weapon and violently cut him apart. And then he watched him do something very similar the night before he returned to the group. The only emotion he can muster is a gut-wrenching fear.

He’s been silent for too long, and Arthur starts talking again, pressing his hand against his collar between his shoulder and neck. “I mean- I- I know it’s it- itr-r- ira- st-stupid, but I don’t- I can’t- get myself to, t-to believe it, and I’m tr-trying, I don’t- I d-don’t want him to-“

“Arthur,” he says sternly, and immediately regrets it when Arthur shrinks back, shoulders tensing. “It’s not irrational. It’s not stupid. No amount of good intentions erases the fact that he attacked you and seriously hurt you, and then-“ he takes a breath before he starts ranting. “And last night, he very nearly did the same thing again. You deserve to be afraid of him."

“But it- it d-doesn’t mean I get to ki- kick him out!”

“This is your house! And besides – I think all of us care more about you feeling safe than about Mystery’s feelings getting hurt.”

“I… but…”

“We’re all upset with him too, you know. And he’ll be fine if he leaves. It’s not like he has nowhere else to go.” He tilts his head slightly. “Be honest. Would you be more relaxed if he wasn’t here? Not just out in the parking lot – if he left.”

Arthur stares at the blankets for a long while, apparently thinking. He nods. “…yeah.”

“Good. Then he’s gone.” Lewis almost reaches out and takes his hand, but second-guesses himself at the last moment. He stands and walks to the door.

Vivi’s still in the living room, draped over the back of the couch and looking mostly asleep. He feels bad about disturbing her – but he knows she’ll agree that this is more important than a few minutes of sleep.

She picks her head up when he enters the room, anyway. “Mm- Lew… is. Did you… talk to him?”

“Yeah.” He walks a little closer, and she doesn’t stop him, just blinks the sleep from her eyes. “It’s… it’s Mystery.”

She huffs at that, sitting up a little more. “Of course it is!”

“What’s me?” The dog – not a dog – in question is awake now, stretching his paws out and yawning, unconcerned with the bandages still wrapped around his midsection.

“He’s really freaked out, huh?”

“Of course he is.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to do this.” She rolls to her feet and puts her hands on her hips, glaring down. “Mystery! Out.”

He bristles. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Get out. You’re not welcome here. Find somewhere else to lick your wounds.” She points sharply at the door.

“You forget that Arthur argued against you when you tried this last night! I will not-“

“Oh, don’t you dare play that card, you know what he’s like and you know that’s a bullshit argument. Get out.”

“And what would you have me do? Go and leave you undefended? What if-“

Vivi’s fist slams down on the armrest. “No! Shut the fuck up! You don’t get to talk about protecting us. You have lost that fucking privilege! After everything you’ve done- or, excuse me, haven’t done? You are not our protector. You haven’t protected shit in years. That role is not yours to claim anymore.”

He falls silent, staring at her. She- doesn’t relax, but she stands a little taller, still glaring down at him.

“You can leave now, or I can go wake up Lance. Your choice.”

He folds his ears tightly back and picks himself up, careful not to pull at the bandages. “…Fine.”

She has to open the door for him. When he's gone and the door falls back into the frame, the little bell above it chiming, she sighs and leans against the wall, putting her face in her arm.

“I still can’t believe I tried to defend him. While he just watched.”

Lewis wants nothing more than to comfort her, to go and reassure her that it wasn’t her fault for believing him, for not realizing how much he’d lied about what he was – but he hesitates. It isn't his place. This is his fault too, for dragging Arthur into the truck and leaving her to fight the tree monster alone.

Eventually, he speaks up. “I… can go tell Arthur he’s gone.”

She nods. “Yeah, sure, okay. I’m gonna… go lie down again.”

He doesn’t have to go far, it turns out. Arthur’s hovering in the doorway between the hall and the living room, rubbing his shoulder and looking… significantly less panicked, but still worried and uncertain.

“You- you d-didn’t have to yell,” he says when he realizes they’re looking at him.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to. He earned that.”

He swallows hard, taking a step back.

“You wanna come sit down?” Vivi asks, pointing to the couch.

“Actually, I- uh- I’d rather go- lie down- in- in bed.” He hesitates for a moment, looking between the two of them, and then his gaze settles on Lewis as he asks, “do… you guys- can- uh- d’you wanna… come too?”

“Is that a genuine offer?” Vivi says, pausing in her slow descent onto the couch. “Because, yeah, I do.”

Any question as to whether the offer was genuine is answered when she says that and Arthur relaxes, shoulders slumping out of their tense posture. “‘course it- it was.”

Lewis follows them cautiously, still unsure if he’s really included. Halfway there, he can’t resist calling out, “Arthur?”

He turns around to look at him, tilting his head. He still looks exhausted and twitchy, but it’s miles better than he was doing a few minutes ago.

“I… be honest, please. I… I have plenty of other places to go, so… do you want me to leave, too?”

He’s about to continue, nerves making him ramble, but Arthur closes the distance between them and snags his sleeve cuff, meeting his eyes. “Look- Lew, I- I know- I probably s-s-seem… still, uh, ne-t- nervous, but- I’d be more freaked out if- if you… left.” His eyes are shiny, and his voice breaks on the final sentence, “I… I don’t want you to disappear again.”

Oh.

He can’t help but think, as Arthur leads him down the hall by the hand, that he doesn’t deserve this – not after Mystery was kicked out – but he does his best to convince his uncertain mind that there's still a huge difference between the two of them. And as Arthur had said last night – completely honest – Lewis had never managed to truly hurt him, and now he’d realized he didn’t even want to. He was… safe.

It didn’t feel right, but there was nothing to do but accept it.

#mystery skulls animated #MysteryMarch2021 #the nemesis speaks #swift writes #mystery hate blog #i mean that's basically where this came from #altho there's also some soft lewis & arthur feels thrown in there too #this fic is for Me and i Truly don't give a shit what people think about it

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colin-therightstuff · 4 years

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Meet the cast of The Right Stuff on Disney Plus: Actors and the real Mercury Seven comparison

Revisit the space race in this new series from Disney and National Geographic.

The story of the Mercury Seven is about to be retold for a new generation on Disney Plus, with an all-new cast in tow to play the aspiring astronauts.

Set in the 1950s, The Right Stuff depicts the desperate attempt by the US to beat Russia into space, starting as NASA selects seven elite candidates from the armed forces to be considered as potential astronauts.

Disney Plus has assembled a large ensemble cast for this latest adaptation, led by Suits star Patrick J Adams as media savvy marine John Glenn, and Jake McDorman as his rival Alan Shepard.

Who will be the first to make it into space? You’ll have to tune in to find out, but in the meantime, get to know the cast of The Right Stuff with our guide to the key players.

Jake McDorman plays Alan Shepard

Who is Alan Shepard? Shepard is an accomplished test pilot who is selected to be part of the Mercury Seven programme. He’s a charming ladies man but dislikes people prying into his personal life, nor does he know how to handle himself with the media. His main rival is John Glenn, with the two of them depicted as frontrunners for the coveted astronaut job.

What else has Jake McDorman been in? McDorman is probably best known for his lead role in Limitless, the short-lived television series based on the Bradley Cooper film of the same name. He also played Mike Pratt in the long-running US remake of Shameless, Jeff in vampire comedy What We Do in The Shadows, and Captain Metropolis in HBO’s Watchmen series.

Who played Alan Shepard in The Right Stuff (1983)? Shepard was portrayed by Scott Glenn in The Right Stuff film adaptation, who recently appeared in Marvel’s Daredevil and The Defenders as blind ninja Stick.

Patrick J Adams plays John Glenn

Who is John Glenn? Glenn is selected from the Marine Corp to be a part of the Mercury Seven and quickly rises to the challenge. He is very determined to be the first American in space, as he feels it will guarantee his legacy for generations to come. Glenn is also very polished and media savvy, gathering attention from the press with ease.

What else has Patrick J Adams been in? Adams is best known for the role of lawyer Mike Ross in the hit legal drama Suits, which he played across the first seven seasons. He has since appeared in Orphan Black, Legends of Tomorrow and Amazon Prime Video’s Sneaky Pete.

Who played John Glenn in The Right Stuff (1983)? Acclaimed actor Ed Harris played John Glenn in the original film, who currently stars in HBO’s Westworld.

Colin O’Donoghue plays Gordon Cooper

Who is Gordon Cooper? Cooper is a test pilot in the United States Air Force and the youngest of the recruits to the Mercury Seven. He’s skilled at his work but has a troubled home life which could wreck his chances at being selected.

What else has Colin O’Donoghue been in? O’Donoghue is probably best known as Captain Hook in the ABC fairytale series Once Upon a Time.

Who played Gordon Cooper in The Right Stuff (1983)? Dennis Quaid played Gordon ‘Gordo’ Cooper in The Right Stuff.

Aaron Staton plays Wally Schirra

Who is Wally Schirra? Schirra is a test pilot with a naval background who joins The Mercury Seven.

What else has Aaron Staton been in? Staton had a starring role as Ken Cosgrove in the acclaimed period drama Mad Men. Video game fans may also remember him as Cole Phelps in the 2011 detective game L.A Noire, which was recently re-released on next gen consoles.

Who played Wally Schirra in The Right Stuff (1983)? Lance Henriksen played Wally Schirra in the 1983 film, known for his sci-fi roles in Aliens, The Terminator and X-Files spin-off Millennium.

James Lafferty plays Scott Carpenter

Who is Scott Carpenter? Carpenter is another test pilot with a naval background selected to be a member of The Mercury Seven.

What else has James Lafferty been in? Lafferty is best known for his role as Nathan Scott in the teen drama One Tree Hill, which he played for a period of nine years. He has since appeared in the Netflix horror series The Haunting of Hill House.

Who played Scott Carpenter in The Right Stuff (1983)? Charles Frank played the role in the film adaptation, who went on to be a recurring player on American soap opera All My Children.

Micah Stock plays Deke Slayton

Who is Deke Slayton? Deke is a test pilot hailing from the US Air Force who makes it through the rigorous testing to become a member of the Mercury Seven.

What else has Micah Stock been in? Stock recently appeared in the Amazon Prime Video original movie Brittany Runs a Marathon, and earned a Tony Award nomination for his performance in It’s Only A Play on Broadway.

Who played Deke Slayton in The Right Stuff (1983)? Scott Paulin played the Air Force veteran in the 1983 film, who also had roles in Teen Wolf and Turner & Hooch.

Michael Trotter plays Gus Grissom

Who is Gus Grissom? Grissom is a US Air Force pilot and member of the Mercury Seven, who enjoys hunting in his spare time. He keeps out of the limelight in comparison to the likes of fellow trainee astronaut John Glenn.

What else has Michael Trotter been in? Trotter’s previous roles include Reno in Marvel’s Inhumans and Elden Donahue in the American drama series Underground.

Who played Gus Grissom in The Right Stuff (1983)? He was first portrayed by Fred Ward in the 1983 original.

Jordan Woods-Robinson plays Mike Turley

Who is Mike Turley? Turley is a journalist who begins prying into the personal life of Gordon Cooper, as public interest in the Mercury Seven reaches stratospheric levels.

What else has Jordan Woods-Robinson been in? Woods-Robinson played Eric Raeligh on The Walking Dead, a recurring role throughout seasons five to eight.

Nora Zehetner plays Annie Glenn

Who is Annie Glenn? Annie is John’s wife who looks after their children, but struggles with a severe stutter.

What else has Nora Zehetner been in? Zehetner recently bagged roles in Kiefer Sutherland political thriller Designated Survivor and the final season of Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD, where she played Viola.

Patrick Fischler plays Bob Gilruth

Who is Bob Gilruth? Gilruth is one of the key figures in the early years of NASA, who directs the Project Mercury programme. He’s looking for only the finest recruits as the US races to beat Russia into space.

What else has Patrick Fischler been in? Fischler has recently appeared in Twin Peaks: The Return, surreal fantasy drama Happy! and the Apple TV+ original series Defending Jacob, starring Chris Evans.

Jackson Pace plays Glynn Lunney

Who is Glynn Lunney? Lunney is a young employee of NASA working on Project Mercury, taking orders from Gilruth on the administrative side of the programme.

What else has Jackson Pace been in? Pace found a breakout role in the early seasons of political thriller Homeland as Chris Brody, the son of Damian Lewis’ mysterious veteran. He went on to play Gage in The Walking Dead and Luke in Netflix’s Grace and Frankie.

The Right Stuff is available to stream on Disney Plus from Friday 9th October.

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solitaria-fantasma · 4 years

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The Start of Something New [A Drabble]

Even though the news stations continued to broadcast stories and interviews about the invasion attempt, it hardly felt real, to Gawain.

In the space of only a few days, he had been telepathically summoned by a mysterious voice, joined forces with some of the greatest heroes in the world, and thwarted an alien invasion in a clock-beating showdown straight out of a Doctor Who finale. He’d dreamt about a team-up or two before, but never on such a scale.

Vivi had bombarded him with questions, once she’d assured herself that all of the runes on his suit were still intact and undamaged (“What’s Batman like in person? Is Superman as nice as he seems on TV? Who’s the woman with the wings?”) Arthur had fussed over his suit, for a while, but hadn’t been able to resist long before asking questions of his own (“What was it like, being on an actual alien ship? Do you think enough pieces survived for someone to reverse-engineer their tech?”).

Lewis had - graciously - refrained from asking anything, himself (“I saw enough on the news”, he claimed the next morning).

Arthur had repaired the suit in just a few short weeks, but with the exception of a roaming haunt here and there, most of Tempo’s usual troublemakers seemed to have been scared into behaving by recent events (at least, for a little while). It made for an absolutely boring day, but it allowed him to catch up on the paperwork around the workshop, and Gawain couldn’t bring himself to feel frustrated.

After all, the longer it was before he saw that Toki Tamiko again, the better…

But then, one day, he was hanging out in the thermosphere, and a message from Batman pinged into his inbox.

At first, Gawain could only stare at the subject line: “Your presence is required. See coordinates attached. -Batman”. The address was untraceable - had the message not been signed - he would never have attributed to the true sender. A quick search of the coordinates through his on-board positioning system revealed that they led to a spot way out in the Davis Mountains…far from help, or prying eyes. Gawain popped back to the message, and tapped one finger against his armored arm in thought.

What could the world’s greatest detective need him for, way out in the desert like that?

…….

The robot closed the message, and quickly dialed a number on his built-in comm. It rang through to voicemail, but he had been expecting it too - the shop was currently closed for lunch, and wouldn’t open again for another half-hour or so. He didn’t think he had a half-hour to spare, though. Something about this summons felt very, very important.

“Hey, Artie, Uncle Lance!” Gawain chirped when the inbox opened. “You’ll have to have dinner without me tonight, I suspect - I’ve got something I need to check out. It’s nothing dangerous, I promise!” He assured the inbox. “But it’s a summons I can’t refuse. I’ll call again when I get there. Cheers!” Hanging up the call, Gawain brought up the message once more, and set the coordinates into his navigational system.

This spot was only a few hours away, by flying…and from as far up as he was, he could probably cut that time in half, if he stayed high before dropping down...

A light, inquisitive trill came from his left, and an orange snout poked into his field of view. Gawain chuckled, and raised one hand to scratch just beneath one of Griflet’s spines. He felt Bran and Chopper pop out of hiding, wanting affection of their own, and gave them both a quick scratch before pushing a command across their bond: Road trip.

“Let’s go and see what Batman needs, shall we?” Gawain remarked to his Reptilitones before dropping down a few dozen meters to find a tailwind, and flying toward the site. The spectral lizards zipped after him with eager cries, and quickly caught up before disappearing back into hiding.

#mun's writing #AU: Super Ghost #((who else now has High School Musical stuck in their head?))#((I'm a little rusty but I really wanted to write something))#((and this AU has been big in my mind lately))#((I really do love it))

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MSA time travel idea (part 21)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV.2

Part 22: here

“We’ll be fine,” Vivi reassures Arthur for a third time, spinning to face him, backing up past the assortment of haphazardly constructed ‘keep out’ and ‘danger!’ signage. Behind her looms the cave’s gaping entrance.

“We’ve been through a ton of caves. The worst thing that could happen? We, maybe, get swarmed by some bats,” She continues upon seeing Arthur’s continued hesitation.

“Ah, how about a cave in?” He points out leerily, eyeing jagged stone formations framing the entryway.

“No seismic activity in the area, I checked,” Vivi declares, whirling to march forward, glancing back to call, “You boys coming or what.”

Mystery bounds off after Vivi, leaving him to shoot an apprehensive glance at Lewis. The larger man shrugs, putting a comforting hand across Arthur's shoulder blades, “If this has you really worried we can always wait out here while Vivi takes her supernatural readings.”

Arthur sighs, tempted to take him up on offer, “No. It’s fine. Probably best not to let Vivi go spelunking with only Mystery as back up.”

“Probably,” Lewis laughs, patting his shoulder once then stepping forward, “Just stick behind me. I’m sure this will be just as boring as all the other caves we’ve walked through.”

“Yeah. ‘Boring’…Sure. That’s not the word I’d use but, whatever, let’s go with boring,” Arthur grumbles, shadowing Lewis up to the entrance. The ground underfoot transitions sharply from spotted green to dead twigs and dusty rock.

“Creepy,” Arthur eyes the unnaturally straight line, cutting the cave off from its surroundings. Lewis snorts, amused by his muttering-at least someone is having a good time-walking into the dark like this isn’t the most unnerving place they’ve been to so far.

Just inside the dimly lit opening, he spots Vivi, who’s wrestling with a wrought iron canister holding what appeared to be old-style wooden torches.

“Hey guys, check these out! Mood lighting! ” She calls with apparent gusto. Better make that two people having a good time.

“Lewis. You still have those matches on you, right? I think there’s still oil on these.”

Lewis trades his box of matches for the wooden torch, holding it out while Vivi grapples around attempting to light it. Arthur is surprised the old torch has lasted this long. They can’t have been the only ones dumb enough to explore a ‘haunted’ cave at night. Surely, some other idiot would have used them up before now.

“Can’t we just use the flashlights?” Arthur comments in conjunction with Vivi’s resounding "YES" of triumph. The stone walls around them come to life with a flickering orange glow. High, arched ceilings, almost two stories tall, provide an abundance of space. Arthur can now see several meters down a long tunnel before darkness overtakes it again. He shivers, peering at the many cracks and holes dotting the roof and walls. Everything is coated in a thin layer of green moss which catches the torchlight, giving a green tint. In other words, it looks freaky and unnatural.

“Well, this just went up several points on the Creepy-O-Meter,” He laments, resigning himself to an evening of jumping at pebbles coming loose from the ceiling, gusts of wind, and his own shadow.

“I know! It’s great isn’t it?” Vivi twists, grinning ridiculously, now holding a torch in each hand.

“Watch where you wave those Viv,” Lewis dodges back and avoids a face full of fire, reaching out and plucking the nearest torch from Vivi, “You almost got my hair with that one.”

“Whoops sorry,” A sheepish Vivi shoots Lewis an apologetic glance before carefully lifting her remaining torch to get a better look at the cavernous structures around them. A few seconds of fascinated gawking pass, while both his friends take in their strange new environment.

“You have to admit, this is a lot cooler than a graveyard or an old house,” Vivi voices in awe, moving deeper into the tunnel. She’s got an energetic spring to her step mirrored by Mystery trotting at her heels. No attention is afforded to the spooky shadows, shrinking away from the torchlight, rushing to close in behind them. It’s admirable.

“Maybe there’ll be an actual ghost this time and not a dude playing dress up?” Lewis adds, glancing about, holding his torch higher, “Definitely has the ambience for it.”

Arthur shuffles closer to Vivi, so he’s sandwiched between the two of them. This way he’ll have plenty of warning when the freaky cave monster leaps out to get them.

“One can only hope,” Vivi laments loudly. Her voice echoes, bouncing along the slimy green walls until it’s swallowed up by the dark. Arthur shudders. Is it just him or does it feel like the cave is listening?

“Ah. Objection,” He interjects, lowering his voice, so it doesn’t jump around like Vivi’s, “A dude in a sheet is plenty scary, thanks. No need for anything esle.”

Lewis laughs from behind, also lowering his voice to a whisper, “Like weird-scary or scary-scary?”

Arthur throws a half-serious glare over his shoulder, retorting, “Both.”

Further conversation is put on pause when they hit a fork in the otherwise straightforward tunnel. The two passageways are significantly smaller, a foot higher than Lewis, and narrower, twisting away from the central shaft. Both are equally uninviting, ghostly, glowing a poisonous green in the torchlight. His shadowed silhouette, elongated in the firelight, appears to shift unnaturally, skittering away into the gloom. Arthur blinks, focusing attention on the spot. There’s nothing there but ordinary rock.

“Let’s split up,” Vivi’s announcement draws Arthur’s concentration away from studying the walls for shadow creatures.

“What?”

Lewis is nodding along, considering both passageways seriously.

“No way,” Arthur waves his arms to catch their attention, wincing at his own volume, then whispering, “Splitting up is a terrible idea. When has splitting up ever worked well for anyone.”

“If we split up we’ll cover more ground and get through the cave system faster,” Vivi points out, already searching through her small rucksack.

“Just remember to take lots of photos. Here have my spare EMF meter,” She shoves the ‘totally legit’ ghost detection devise, an audio recorder, and notepad into Lewis’s free hand, “Don’t forget to actually press record this time when stuff happens, and write a note, so we know to cross check it later.”

"Sure," Lewis pockets the equipment with a laugh,

Arthur slaps a hand over his eyes, groaning. Why are his friends a pair of walking clichés?

“Lewis. You go with Arthur. He’ll need the moral support more than I will.”

“Hey,” His protest is half-hearted.

“I’ll take Mystery down that tunnel. Let’s meet up in, say, an hour and report our findings.”

Vivi walks purposefully forward before pausing to add, “Oh and if it gets too maze-like come back here, so you don’t get lost,” Another step, “And don’t fall down any holes.”

“We’ll be fine,” Lewis reassures, amused, slinging an arm out and catching Arthur before he can duck away, “Arthur’s got my back.”

Arthur suffers the semi-headlock with crossed arms and a stony expression. It’s not that he really believes they’ll run into trouble it’s more a matter of principle at this point. All it does is make Vivi snort in good humour then hide a grin behind her hand.

“See you boys in an hour,” A cheery wave and Vivi marches away, looking for all the world like a person having the time of their life.

“You okay there Arthur,” Lewis loosens his arm, glancing down. There is genuine concern in his tone now, eyes scanning Arthur for signs of discomfort. Arthur forcibly shelves his exasperation. No need to bring down the mood. Not when this is the first time in weeks he’s been exclusively in either Lewis or Vivi’s company.

A long exhale, and he ducks to disentangle himself from the larger man’s arm, “Yeah. Come on. Let’s go poke around a dark, damp, tunnel some more.” He injects as much enthusiasm as he can muster, but it ends up more sarcastic.

Lewis hits him with a knowing smile, offering, “Here I’ll go first.”

His friend takes a confident step forward, holding the torch high to provide them with maximum visibility. Arthur follows close behind, trying not to get too freaked out at the way the cave walls seem to shift unnaturally in the uneven light. It’s just his overactive mind seeing familiar patterns where there were none. That was all.

Down the gloomy stone tunnel, they go, flickering fire illuminating Lewis’s silhouette and the narrow walls enclosing them. Nervously, Arthur picks up his pace, tailing as close to Lewis’s back as he can get. Occasionally, he bumps into the other man when Lewis stops abruptly to examine part to the scenery. Lewis doesn’t appear to mind, being more interested in sporadic wooden support beams which arise from time to time. Everything is pretty much identical until the narrow tunnel opens suddenly to reveal a spacious cavern.

It’s huge. Dotted with wicked sharp stalagmites and stalactites which both hang from the ceiling and raise up from the ground like clawed fingers, it dwarfs them both.

Lewis immediately steps out of the tunnel onto a narrow ledge extending into empty space, transfixed by the stunning view. Arthur makes to follow. Distracted, he stumbles, hand brushing against the cave walls for support. Pain shoots through the limb, and Arthur stops, staring at the appendage, confused. Had he cut himself? He doesn’t appear to be injured.

“Hey, Arthur! Come check out this view!”

Lewis is now standing near the end of the wedge-shaped platform, peering down at the steep drop. Cautiously, Arthur inches out after him, eyeing the pointed rock formations far below. The way they catch and reflect the torchlight is almost menacing.

Would be such a shame if someone were to fall.

His left leg twitches, and he almost stumbles right into Lewis. Arthur finds himself unfocussed, and he hesitates behind the larger man. What is he doing again? Why is Lewis so close all of a sudden?

His arm is completely numb. It’s tuned an unnatural sickly green colour. The same colour as the walls. That's not normal. A twitch. Arthur watches, confused when his limb jerks up. A second too late he realises that he’s not the one moving it. In an action almost too quick to follow the arm lashes out.

“Lew…” The words of warning are choked off. Lewis turns, too slow to prevent the shove but quick enough that Arthur sees his shocked, betrayed expression. Lewis tumbles backward, face frozen in confusion.

A surprised yell.

Gravity rips Lewis from where he seems to hover mid-air, dragging him down.

He drops.

His friend’s panicked horror is the last of him Arthur sees. A wet thump. The yell is cut abruptly.

Silence.

“Ouch. Right through the chest. That’s never fun,” The foreign words vibrate in Arthur's chest, accompanied by an unpleasant laugh.

Down, far below on the cavern floor, is Lewis. Unmoving. Arthur wants to scream. He needs to scream, but his jaw is locked shut. Part of his vision goes dark. With his remaining good eye, he can see his arm moving, squirming about like it’s got a mind of its own.

No. No. No. This isn’t him. IT’S NOT HIM!!!

A jaw filled with rows of shiny white teeth clamps down on the writhing appendage. A flash of bright red. His arm is twisting, being ripped away. The force of the impact spins him around, putting him face-to-face with a giant canine creature. Red. There’s lots of red. His vision is failing. A warm haze gathers over his thoughts, mercifully pulling him from reality.

“Ah Shit,” He hears himself swear over the oppressive throbbing in his head and the growls of the monster above.

“...And STOP...”

The world freezes. Arthur freezes. It’s like someone’s hit the pause button on reality. Suspended, frozen halfway between falling to his knees and standing, Arthur hangs in place. Vaguely, he recognises Mystery looming over him, also frozen, green-hued arm between his teeth. Arthur’s disembodied arm.

“Sloppy. Very sloppy.”

The voice doesn’t echo like sound should in this stone, cavernous environment. It’s detached. Footsteps dull and artificial, mismatched on the rock floor, draw closer. A shadowed figure walks around from behind. Arthur, still immobile, tracks the progress of a lanky man, sporting spiked yellow hair, a familiar orange vest and flat running shoes. Aside from the sickly, off green, skin tone, it looks like him. Another him.

The doppelganger moves up to examine Mystery and the arm dangling from his jaws, shaking its head in disappointment, “Should have known there was something weird about the dog. It’s always the pets.”

Arthur doesn’t care for whatever this creature is saying because, down below, just behind him, is Lewis body. He’d just pushed Lewis off the cliff.

“To think, that could have been me, stuck in some rotting limb. Ugh. Gross.”

He killed Lewis.

NOTE: It’s the obligatory flashback episode. It only took 30 000 + words, but Arthur finally remembers. Hope I did The Cave scene justice.

Part 22: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #fanfic #arthur kingsmen #the demon #graphic descriptions of violence #possible disturbing imagery #mind control #posession #dark #coarse language #flashback #canon character death #angst #yeah arthur's definitely in trouble

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Space Crusaders #1

Space Crusaders #1 Atomic Pulp Media 2019 Rex Dexter of Mars Written & Lettered by Christopher Mills Illustrated by Peter Grau Coloured by Matt Webb Lance Lewis Space Detective Written & Lettered by Christopher Mills Illustrated by Nik Poliwko Coloured by Matt Webb A strange, alien sphere is on a collision course with Earth, and only Rex Dexter of Mars and his companion Cynde can stop it! This makes me incredibly happy. While Stealth Comics covers that dark city in need of an Avenging Crusader this takes us on this outer space journey that feels like Adam Strange and Warlord of Mars had a love child. This is the kind of classic comic book that for a modern generation that looks, reads and feels like it could be a part of Ahoy Comics Mags. That two separate companies are able to put out his level and quality of work just shows you that the market has room for them. Granted this only available through IndyPlanet but then again you can get digitally or have a printed copy the choice is yours. Personally the Atomic Pulp line of books that I know of and have seen make me want to see more! I want this entire line to be available for everyone to see, hence me doing this right here. In the vein of the old 80 page adventures this one is around 44, letters pages and such included, has two stories and both represent different aspects of life in space. For me this is proof positive that you don't need to have a universe that is dark and angst ridden to have a good, solid and successful book. Also the fact that these are taking characters that debuted in the 1940's and are keeping them true to their beginnings and yet making them fit seamlessly into today's world. So all around what we get here is solid storytelling with interesting “new” characters that entertain us with their old school adventures and personally it doesn't get much better than that. The way that this is being told is brilliantly done. The story & plot development in how we see the sequence of events unfold and how the reader learns information showcases how well the book is structured. The character development is marvellous as these may be “established” characters and they feel that way, like complete fully formed individuals, and yet they are open and easily approachable. It has that old friend feeling about them that is as unexpected and delightful as it gets. The pacing is strong and as it takes us on a journey through the pages revealing the twists and turns it all creates this really great ebb & flow to the book. I love, love, love the interiors here. Peter's linework and how he utilises the varying weights to show the attention to detail is incredible. He's a very accomplished visual storyteller and it's really nice to see that his works hasn't lost a step since he worked on the original Valiant titles, which incidentally is what got me hooked on them. The composition inside the panels and how the backgrounds are utilised bring us this great depth perception, scale and a sense of size and scope to the story. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a sensational eye for storytelling. The colour work we see is fantastic! The colour schemes here in the outfits are a throwback to the four colour days and it works better than I could have hoped for. The way we see space with the blacks, whites, greys and purples are stunning. God I have missed this representation. The main story here is just perfectly done. I love the introduction of the characters, who they are, what they are about and what they do. The new pet and the new companion, all of these conspire to make this what it is, and that is stupdendous. Oh the Lance Lewis story is another goodie! For me he feels like a low rent private dick that isn't able to catch a break. Down on his luck, a little seedy and along comes a dame in trouble. After hearing her tale and we learn the details on the case he's in. it is classic old school noir but it's in space and has a lot more going on that won't in a noir style story, or would you? The premise, the characterisation, the writing in general is a great, but deadly, addition to the series (or Jurassic Park). The interiors here are very nicely done and again we see this really nice linework being utilised. The look, tone and feel of what we see adds a much element to the story and it fits in ways that you have to experience to truly understand. This is everything that comics should be and so much more, so get over to IndyPlanet and order yours now!

#comic books #comics reviews #atomic pulp comics #christopher mills #peter grau #matt webb #nik poliwko

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All told, there were 53 issues of STARTLING COMICS published between 1940 and 1948. Pictured here is issue #49 -- dated January 1948 -- and featuring cover art by Alex Schomburg. Although the later issues are still anthology titles -- there's a Fighting Yank tale in this number and a Jefferson Jones story (think Archie Andrews, from Archie Comics) -- they do take a somewhat more science fictional approach, particularly in their cover art. The later issues of STARTLING COMICS feature the adventures of Lance Lewis, Space Detective -- a 22nd century gumshoe -- and Tygra of the Flame People, a jungle girl modeled after Tarzan and the popular Sheena, Queen of the Jungle. The 53rd and final issue of STARTLING COMICS was dated September 1948. https://www.instagram.com/p/B46AEDOD-jP/?igshid=18sesq996194m

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 3 years

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current tossing-it-around-maybe wip: vivi and lewis, a team of private space detectives, are hired to track down a prototype that was stolen from a robotics company by a former employee

they discover that the thief is lance and the robot is arthur, and now have a very different mission: to convince their employers that the prototype has been destroyed and is unsalvagable, so that they’ll finally leave arthur alone

#the nemesis speaks #mystery skulls animated

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Lance Lewis: Space Detective, from Startling Comics # 51, 1948.

Artist and writer unknown.

#lance lewis #startling comics #sci-fi

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Meet the Family ch. 3

I got inspired so I made a little moodboard to accompany this series

(not my pictures)

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“Lisa will be here in a few minutes,” Leonard said, relaying the message his sister had just texted him, “She’s pulling into the parking lot.”

Sara nodded.

“You nervous?” he asked.

“Were you nervous when you met my sister?” Sara countered.

“A bit,” he confessed, “More about your dad, I think.”

Leonard, Sara, and Elsie were sitting at a table in the middle of a restaurant in downtown Central City. It was their last day of shore leave and it was finally time for Sara and Elsie to meet the only member of Leonard’s family he would care to introduce them to: Lisa.

Leonard had chosen a restaurant not just because he wasn’t sure what the state of Lisa’s house would be, given she’d been living in it alone for the past few months, but also because whenever the siblings’ paths crossed (which was sporadic due to their individual jail times, time spent hiding out, cases, the works), Leonard would always buy his sister lunch. It was their tradition and it didn’t have to change just because there’d be a couple extra people at the table.

Leonard knew now that, since the incident months ago (for Lisa, anyway) with the Flash, Lewis, and the bomb implanted in her neck, his sister had been on the straight and arrow. He asked Gideon for updates on her every now and then and, unless she’d done something and hidden it really well, the AI had detected no changes in Lisa’s criminal record.

Leonard knew that Lisa, on the other hand, had no idea what he had been up to since the last time she saw him — she even had no idea it had in fact been several years for her brother. He figured she assumed he was off in another city working a particularly big case, or was on the run for a different crime he’d past committed. Whatever it was, it was vastly different from what she was going to find out in a few minutes.

Lisa was not as unsuspecting as Leonard thought. She had a funny feeling about the phone call she’d had with her brother.

Sure, she hadn’t seen him in a few months, but that wasn’t the strange part; in the business they dealt in, it wasn’t unusual for either of them to sporadically fall off the map.

What was weird was that he called her. He never called, he would always just show up in all his snarky, sarcastic glory. There was never a schedule, never a warning, nothing was predictable, and that’s how it went. Always.

That’s why it was odd for Lisa to get a call from her brother inviting her to lunch at a local chain restaurant.

That was another unexpected difference. They never went to chain restaurants, usually because one or both of them was on the run. They usually patronized hole-in-the-wall joints — usually Saints and Sinners, but there were others. It was weird for Leonard to want to go someone so public, so open, so normal.

The most disconcerting change she noticed during her phone call with her brother was neither of those things. She could handle those things; they were minor changes, mere outliers in a series of probable events.

The thing that troubled Lisa was that Leonard sounded different. Her brother, who had been exactly the same her entire life, had changed so drastically that she could hear it over the phone.

That’s why she agreed to meet with her brother. She wanted to figure out what had happened to him.

Lisa couldn’t find her brother when she first entered the restaurant. He wasn’t at the bar, where she’d expected to find him. Then, her eyes passed over him several times as she scanned the tables. The truth was, she didn’t really know where to look, not in a place like this. Looking around, she saw couples of various different ages and a few tables of friends, but mostly she saw families. Most tables had two parents and two kids, but there were some with more, a few with less.

Then she realized why she had missed him.

The mother at one of these tables glanced up from her toddler-aged daughter and saw her. She looked to the man sitting across the table from her and tipped her head in Lisa’s direction. He turned and then Lisa was looking into the eyes of her brother.

He was sitting with his back to the door, but even now that she could see him, he was still damn near unrecognizable. He wasn’t physically different, not really, it was just that he looked happy. Not happier. Happy.

Lisa warily approached the table and Leonard stood to hug his sister.

“Lisa,” he said.

“Lenny,” she replied. Lisa’s eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion as she glanced in the direction of the two other occupied chairs at the table. In one sat a very pretty blonde woman, probably a few years older than Lisa, who was looking between the two siblings with an expression that appeared to be an attempt neutral. In the other was a very small blonde toddler, her head down as she focused on coloring on her children’s menu with a flimsy-looking blue crayon.

“How’ve you been, Lis?” Leonard asked as he and Lisa sat down, “It’s been a while.”

“Not too bad,” she nodded. She tipped her head in Sara and Elsie’s direction, “When should I ask about them.”

“Straight to the point,” he said with a smirk, “I like it. This is Elsie and Sara Lance.”

Lisa studied Sara’s face for a moment.

“I remember seeing her on the news a few years ago. She’s from Star City,” Lisa said, and Leonard took note of how she wasn’t addressing Sara directly yet; he hadn’t even told her who she was or what they were and she already had her suspicions, “Wasn’t she dead.”

“You’ll find that with Sara, death doesn’t really stick.”

“Is that where you were? Star City?” Lisa asked, ignoring his attempt at humor.

“For a little bit,” Leonard replied vaguely, “Also visited Oregon, Louisiana, Soviet Russia, World War II era Norway, outer-space, the headquarters of the League of Assassins — Sara’s familiar with the place — the list keeps going.”

“What are you talking about?” Lisa asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“You know that time travel stuff the Flash can do?” he asked. Lisa shrugged, “He’s not the only one.”

“Enough with the games, Lenny,” Lisa said impatiently, “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Time traveling,” Leonard said, dropping the act; he and his sister had their banter, but he knew when she had reached her limit.

“Saving the world?” Lisa asked drily.

“Sometimes.”

“Sounds awfully heroic,” she replied.

Leonard had to appreciate his sister’s resolve. Anyone else would have wanted an explanation, they would have tried to challenge him — he had, after all, sat through enough of Sara’s explanations of their mission to her family to know that time travel was not a topic many people took lightly. Not Lisa, though. She’d been through too much, seen too much, for any of this to faze her.

“Is that a problem?” Leonard retorted.

“So that’s where you’ve been these past few months? Time traveling?”

“Try few years.”

“Years?”

“Time works differently when you're bending it,” he replied.

“A lot happens in years,” Lisa said.

“That it does,” Leonard agreed.

“Including her?” she nodded to Sara.

“Including her.”

“You’re…”

“Married,” Leonard finished.

“And her?” Lisa gestured to Elsie, who was still completely engrossed in her coloring.

“Ours.”

Lisa sat in silence for a moment.

“But that means you were gone for longer than just a few years! You were gone for — she’s, what, three? Then at least four years! I can’t believe you had a kid and waited so long to tell me!”

“That’s because we didn’t,” Leonard replied, “We adopted her.”

“How do you even adopt a kid when you’re time traveling?”

“We were on a mission — Sara was on a mission — in Norway during World War Two. She found her and brought her back to the Waverider —”

“Waverider?”

“Time ship — the thing we use to travel through time,” he replied, “Anyway, we found out that her family had been killed by the Nazi party and she would have been too if Sara hadn’t found her.”

“So you rescued her?” she asked, some of the irritation leaving her eyes.

“I guess you could call it that.”

“That’s…actually really nice,” she said, both her expression and her tone softening

“Always the tone of surprise,” Leonard said sarcastically.

“Can you blame me?”

Both siblings had identical smirks on their faces. Sara could definitely see the family resemblance, especially in their eyes, an identical shade of sharp ice blue. She saw more than just that, though. She also saw the same gaze that seemed to see more than just the surface. Lisa had only spared Sara a few glances, but just from that, Sara thought she had gleaned much more she should have.

“How old is she?” Lisa asked, tipping her head towards Elsie. Apparently, she was recovering from the shock of her brother’s news and was now feeling the intrigue of the life she would have never expected for him.

“Three,” Leonard replied, “She turns four this February.”

“So I was right,” Lisa replied.

“Elsie,” Leonard said, raising his voice slightly to get the attention of his daughter, still preoccupied with her coloring. She looked up, smiling cheekily when she met his eyes.

“She might be the cutest kid I’ve ever seen,” Lisa said, impressed.

“That seems to be the general consensus,” Leonard replied, turning to look at Sara who nodded in agreement.

“Elsie,” Sara said, leaning towards her daughter, “remember yesterday when you met Auntie Laurel?”

“Yeah,” Elsie replied, her face brightening at the memory.

“Remember how she’s your aunt because she’s my sister?” Sara continued, and Elsie nodded, “Well, Lisa is Daddy’s sister, so that means she’s your aunt too.”

“Really?” Elsie asked, her eyes and her smile widening, “Another one?”

“Yes,” Leonard said, “another one who’s inevitably going to spoil you rotten.”

“That’s okay!” Elsie said cheerfully.

“I’ll bet it is.”

“So have you done anything else on your trip back?” Lisa asked, still mostly addressing her brother.

“Well, we legally adopted her a few days ago,” Leonard gestured to Elsie.

“Legally got married too,” Sara reminded him.

“How did you explain the whole 1930s, Norway thing with Elsie?” Lisa asked.

“We didn’t,” Leonard replied, “The onboard AI fudge some documents for us. We were going to let her pick where we’d say she’s from, until she said Narnia, and then Neverland, and then Atlantis.”

“She finally agreed to stick with Norway when we told her that Elsa and Anna are from there too,” Sara finished.

“Oh, she likes Disney?”

“You could definitely say that,” Leonard replied.

Lisa leaned a bit closer to Elsie.

“Did you know that when I was a kid, your dad took me to all the newest Disney movies when they came out,”

“Really?” Elsie and Sara said at the same time. Elsie’s voice was full of awe, her eyes wide. Sara had directed her words more at Leonard, a glint in her eyes and a mischievous grin on her lips.

“What?” Leonard asked defensively.

“Yeah, he took me to see loads of those movies. I remember seeing The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast…” Lisa answered Elsie, ticking off the movies on her fingers as she trailed off, “Are you happy you’re adopted now? You’re officially Elsie Snart—”

“Lance,” Leonard interrupted, “Elsie Lance.”

Lisa furrowed her eyebrows questioningly.

“The Snart name dies with me,” he said, answering her confusion.

“Unless I keep my name when I get married,” Lisa pointed out.

“That’s not funny,” Leonard said seriously.

“I dunno, I think I’ve gotten attached by now,” she shrugged.

Leonard glared at her.

“I’m kidding, Len,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“It wasn’t funny,” he replied. Lisa smirked at him.

The problem with taking a mid-potty-training toddler to a restaurant becomes apparent when said toddler urgently needs to be taken to the restroom every half-hour. On one such trips, Sara was left alone with Lisa for the first time.

“You don’t remember this,” Sara began, “but we’ve actually met before.”

Lisa said nothing in response, but Sara saw the lack of attempt to stop her as permission enough to continue.

“It was a couple years ago for us, but probably only a few weeks for you. There was this assassin called the Pilgrim, and she was kidnapping all of our loved ones. One of the people she took was you,” Sara paused again, looking for some kind of reaction. When she didn’t receive one, she kept going, “We eventually rescued everyone, and you were all on the ship for a little while before you went home. Len introduced us.”

Lisa hesitated before responding, a hesitation that stretched so long it almost made Sara regret saying anything at all. She was going to continue speaking, talk herself out of whatever hole she’d just dug herself, but before she could, Lisa spoke.

“I remember.”

“You what?”

“I remember meeting you.”

“How’s that even possible? We gave you all amnesia pills. They knocked you out while we brought you home.”

“Not me,” Lisa shook her head, “There is no way in hell I would take any sort of drug I was given from you guys, especially not after being kidnapped. I wouldn’t even take it from my brother.”

“Oh,” Sara replied, “I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I remember thinking you and my brother were dating,” she said. She was staring into her half empty glass, twirling the plastic straw around the rim with her finger.

“We weren’t yet, if it means anything, and you weren’t alone,” Sara replied, “Apparently the only people who didn’t know then were Len and I.”

“When did it start — you dating, I mean.”

“After the idiot almost died.”

“Typical,” Lisa snorted, and Sara laughed along with her.

“So you really thought Len and I were dating?” Sara asked after a minute. Lisa nodded, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I guess the same reason I pretended to not remember,” she shrugged, “I was mad at him for not telling me himself. I guess there wasn’t really anything for me to be mad about. Sorry.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize,” Sara shook her head, “I probably would have felt the same way if I was in your position.”

“Thanks.”

“Anyway,” Sara continued, “You should know it was really bothering him that we couldn’t come sooner.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Sara nodded, “I think pestering would be the way to describe how he constantly asked the captain when we’d be taking a trip back here.”

Sara chuckled at the memory, and that time it was Lisa who joined her. A moment later, her expression changed, becoming more serious.

“Can I ask you a question?” Lisa said tentatively.

“Sure.”

“Is he a good dad?”

“I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that.”

Later, when Sara had taken Elsie on one of her dire trips to the bathroom, Lisa was given the chance to ask her brother what she really wanted to ask him.

“So you’re really doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This whole white-picket-fence, picnics-in-the-park family thing,” Lisa said, leaning forward in her seat, “Are you really doing it?”

“I dunno how a fence would survive on a ship with multiple combustable people on board, and I can’t remember the last time we stopped at a park, but yes, we are really doing it.”

“You’re really in it for the long run?”

“Yes,” he repeated.

Lisa leaned back in her chair, “I’m happy for you then."

“Thank you,” he nodded, “I’m happy for you too.”

“For what?”

“You still seeing that Ramon character?”

“Yes,” Lisa nodded.

“Good.”

“You’ve certainly changed your outlook on the situation,” Lisa said, cocking one eyebrow.

“Why not?” he shrugged, “He’s the perfect combination of easy to intimidate and hard to dislike.”

“I’m surprised.”

“I know you think you don’t deserve happiness,” Leonard said, ignoring his sister’s sarcasm, “because I felt the same way, but I was wrong. So are you.”

“When I little you said I was never wrong.”

“You aren’t little anymore,” he replied, “and I think we can both say we’ve done things that were wrong.”

“So you’re saying I should stop?”

“I’m saying I know you already have,” Leonard said, “and I’m proud of you.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Lisa asked with narrowed eyes.

“One of the perks of having an all-knowing AI on board is that I can get her to check in on you for me,” he tipped his head to the side, “with a little persuading.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me?” Lisa smirked.

“Well I have to find I way to be a good brother even while I’m time-traveling, don’t I?”

Later, after Sara, Leonard, and Elsie left and were on their way back to the Waverider, Elsie asked her father about something she’d been wondering for a while.

“Daddy?” she asked, “How come I didn’t meet my grandpa from you?”

“You mean how come you aren’t meeting my dad?” Leonard asked. He glanced in the rearview mirror to see Elsie nod, “My dad isn’t exactly around anymore.”

“Like my first mommy and daddy?”

“Yes, like them,” he nodded.

“If your daddy was alive would I meet him?”

Leonard said nothing, seemingly unable to find the words that would satisfy both Elsie’s need for an answer and his own desire to not introduce his daughter to more of the world’s horrors than she already knew. When the silence had stretched long enough, Sara spoke.

“I don’t think so, bear,” she said, twisting in the front passenger seat to meet her daughter’s eyes, “Daddy’s father wasn’t a very good person, so I think we’d try to stay away from him.”

“Like Hitler?” Elsie asked, the moniker sounding strange in the young, innocent voice. Her statement gave rise to laughter from Sara, and even a slight chuckle from Leonard.

“Yes, like Hitler,” Sara said, smiling, “Does that answer your question.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Elsie replied, looking out the car window. They were all silent for a few moments before she spoke again, “I’m sorry you had a not good daddy, daddy.”

Leonard’s expression softened.

“It’s okay.”

“You’re a good daddy,” she said.

“Thank you, Else,” he replied, “That means a lot.”

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MSA time travel idea (part 4)

Summary: Arthur falls off a cliff and lands in the past. Hellbent spoilers.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 5: here

The ghost doesn’t care for his struggles, holding him easily in one clenched fist. The area around him burns an angry purple, heavy and suffocating. There’s no doubt to what the ghost intends to do, and Arthur freezes up lest he hastens his demise with a misplaced kick. Below are rows of jagged stone, glowing lavender-grey. The scenery is painfully familiar. Visions of The Cave briefly pull him from one distressing state into another. For a moment the ghost disappears and is replaced with sickly green. Something is sliding into this mind, picking him apart. Couldn’t breathe. Green. Ahead of him Lewis walks, disappearing into churning shadows. He reaches out, but it’s too late. Lewis is gone.

His left hand sparks, sending small shocks through his shoulder. He’s back with the ghost and the cliff, frozen against gravity. His arm is gone and its mechanical replacement is a mess. Still, the sparking pain gives him enough awareness to move it up to hopelessly cling to the ghost’s arm.

Their eyes meet, and even with blurry vision, he knows there is nothing but fury and rage.

A burst of angry purple.

“Lewis?”

The world is fuzzy and he’s falling. Lewis’s glare follows his decent, face unmoving in his hate. He slams onto the twisted spikes, chest breaking open.

And he’s…

He’s lying on his back, staring up at an off-white ceiling speckled with mildew. The fluorescent light flickers once, and he blinks spots from his vision. There’s a hurricane, whipping his memories around, making it hard to focus. Even lying against the cold ceramic tiles, he’s feeling hot and stuffy. Where’s Lewis? What happened to the cliff? For a second he is terrified and sick to the stomach. It tugs him down, threatening to swallow him up. He waits, focusing on the smell of damp towels and occasional water drips, and the moment passes. Carefully, he lifts his left hand and stares, wiggling his flesh fingers around. The bathroom, his bathroom at Lance’s place, is quiet.

Right…time travel…He’s two years in the past.

“Ha,” he exhales. What is his life?

Arthur starts on his breathing: in on four, hold for seven, then eight out. Slowly, he feels out his natural rhythm, and everything around him begins to feel more real. So much for no more freak-outs. He pulls himself upright and explores along his head. No bumps or scrapes so he must have been able to control his decent or had sat down at some point. He doesn’t remember. The blurry vision is probably a side effect of shallow breathing. Not enough oxygen to the brain and stuff. It’s been a while since he’s had a full-on dissociative blackout violent enough that he’s been unable to manually pull himself free with controlled breathing and meditative exercises. A sign that the Lewis Situation has affected him more than he would have liked.

Usually, when he has these sort of troubles, he would talk to Vivi, and maybe Lance if he’s really desperate. Not exactly an option here. Not right now anyway. Arthur leans forward, rubbing his eyes with the base of his palm. He’s still shaky, head swimming, but the fear is tapering off, winding back to its more manageable cousin, anxiety.

Next, he stands, moving slowly to test his balance. Somewhat light-headed, he twists the sink’s tap, running water to splash on his face. As he does, he catches sight of his reflection for the first time since waking up. Their eyes connect, and it’s like meeting a weirdly identical doppelganger.

Two years isn’t a long time. Not long enough to really make any significant changes to appearance. Not at his age. Yet, the person that watches him from the mirror is a world younger. People say that stress ages you, and -now examining his reflection- he’s inclined to believe them. There are no dark circles under this person’s eyes, his face is full, and he’s practically glowing. All indicative of a balanced diet and plenty of sleep. It's strangely unsettling, and he immediately hates it. Hates the younger him for having everything and still managing to be unhappy. For taking everything for granted.

What did younger Arthur have to be upset about? The minuscule chance that Vivi and Lewis would ditch him for some inane reason which had probably made sense at the time? A fear of becoming the ‘dreaded’ third wheel? Forget that noise. He’d settle for not being hated/maimed, watching his friends be happy together and not whatever broken things they’d turned into. Even if the watching occurred at a distance, he would be happy. ‘At a distance’ might even be optimal because the one thing he now knows for sure is this: He is NOT the younger Arthur. He turns abruptly away and exits the bathroom, running a hand over his face as he goes.

And he almost slams into Vivi who’s standing right outside. It nearly sends him straight back into a panic.

“Arthur,” Vivi stumbles back, hand raised as if just about to knock, “Don’t open doors like that. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Hehe,” he breathes out, glancing around. Neither Mystery or Lewis are in the hallway. It’s just him and Vivi. Slowly, he relaxes enough and responds with relief boarding on amusement, “I scared you? You almost gave me a heart attack. Maybe next time don’t stand so close to doors you know might open at any second.”

Vivi snorts, then fixes him with a more concerned expression, “Well, you were in there for a while. I came to check up on you. Was kind of worried you’d drowned in the toilet or something.”

“Uh, thanks Viv, but, as you can see, I have not drowned,”

“So you say…” Vivi rubs her chin, taking in his damp face and hair.

Then one of Vivi’s hands is on his forehead and the other on her own, comparing their body temperatures. He tries to keep his breathing at a normal tempo. It’s still slightly faster than usual, not helped by Vivi’s jump scare.

“You feel a bit clammy, but not overly hot. So that’s good I guess.” Vivi is now staring him right in the eye, face scrunched in consideration.

“I did splash water on my face…”

She leans in close, moving her hand from his forehead to pull at his cheek. So Vivi had noticed something was off. Lewis had probably picked up on his odd behaviour as well. Great. Vivi moves the second hand up to squeeze his cheeks together like she’s trying to reorganise his face. It’s kind of awkward.

“I’m fine,” he tries, batting her hands away, attempting to gauge just how worried Vivi is before saying anything too incriminating.

“You sure? You seem a bit… peaky,”

“Yeah, I mean,” he rubs the back of his head, “I woke up with a migraine this morning. It’s been kind-of distracting and causing a bit of nausea.” Arthur snaps into ‘excuse mode’ with disgusting ease, quickly running through possible causes for his odd behaviour. He taps his head and put on the old ‘everything’s good smile.’

“It’s not bad enough to put off the painting though. You guys were looking forward to that,” It wouldn’t have fooled the other Vivi, future Vivi, who had developed an almost supernatural ‘Arthur bullshit detector,’ as she called it.

“Oh... Is that what’s wrong. You should have said something. It’s not like we’re on a strict timeline so we could have rescheduled,” this Vivi nods in acknowledgement, humming thoughtfully, “maybe you should stay away from the hard labour. Just for today, I mean. Me and Lewis can do the painting if you’re not feeling too good.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” he relaxed back a bit, “I’ll just take it easy,” and maybe avoid Lewis for a little longer because he was so many levels away from ready that he might as well be floating in outer space.

“Actually, I have a new project I’m working on so I’ll probably be spending some time upstairs,” he adds to give himself another excuse.

“Owo, new project,” Vivi lights up, energy returning, “what’s this one about. Are you finally making that ghost detection devise? It is, isn’t it? Please tell me it’s the ghost detection device… Wait,” Vivi puts her hands on her hips, glaring, “is this why you have a headache, because you were up all night.”

His next smile is genuine because Vivi always makes him smile, even when he feels guilty for lying.

“Haha, yeah,” He runs his fingers through his hair, “you got me.”

“I knew it,” Vivi puffs, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. He manages to contain the automatic flinch.

“I told you, water and sleep. It’s the best way to keep headaches away especially in the summer. You have you been drinking water?” The last sentence is said in a way that is almost threatening.

Arthur actually laughs at that one, “Yes, I’ve been drinking water.”

Well, younger Arthur has been drinking water. Probably.

“Obviously, not enough if you're nauseous. Come on, I think I actually have peppermint tablets in my wallet that’ll help,”

He acquiesces to Vivi pulling him in the direction of the kitchen, grateful she’s not about to push him for details. Gone are the days when Vivi would pester him until she was 100% sure he was okay and not downplaying anything. They’re left behind in a never-to-be-lived future with his, most likely, dead body. If he had any say in it those days would never come again.

Right now he’s running on empty, but, as soon as he has space to plan, he would get all this sorted. Or as sorted as he could manage. The bar to success is pretty low, so his chances are good. He’s just been given the motherload of second chances, and he's not about to screw it up, anxiety, panic attacks, and dissociative amnesia notwithstanding. He’s going to protect Vivi and Lewis from that messed up future no matter what.

For now, he needs to focus on getting through the rest of the day.

...

Note: So part 4=Arthur deals with shit and has a small identity crisis. Also, Vivi trying to figure things out, having noticed something is off but unable to pinpoint what. I’m hoping to be able to write a part 5 in the next week.

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #hellbent #arthur kingsmen #Vivi #fanfiction #fanfic

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