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INTO THE BIG BLUE! (Instrumental Surfing)
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Fresh Splash of modern instrumental surfin’ in this Surfadelic comp. featiring bands as THE THUNDERCHIEFS, THE NEBULAS, THE EXOTICS, LES ARONDES, DAIKAIJU, THE RAZORBLADES, THE SURFRAJETTES, THE TAIKONAUTS, THE CHARADES, THE BOMBORAS, THE BEACH BREAKERS, LOS STRAITJACKETS, THE SURFRAJETTES, THE UNTAMED YOUTH, SATAN’S PILGRIMS, THE SURF COASTERS, SLACKTONE, THE SADIES, JOHN REIS & THE BLIND…
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Endsville! by Huevos Rancheros
C/Z Records
1993
Surf Rock / Alternative Rock / Garage Rock Revival / Indie Rock / Surf Revival / Garage Rock
#surf rock#surf music#rock#alternative rock#alternative#alternative music#alt rock#alt#alt music#garage rock#garage rock revival#indie rock#indie#indie music#surf revival#music#90s#90s music#90's#90's music
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Tracklist:
It's Working • Song For Dan Treacy • Someone's Missing • Flash Delirium • I Found A Whistle • Siberian Breaks • Brian Eno • Lady Dada's Nightmare • Congratulations
Spotify ♪ YouTube
#hyltta-polls#polls#artist: mgmt#language: english#decade: 2010s#Psychedelic Pop#Neo-Psychedelia#Progressive Pop#Indie Surf#Psychedelic Rock#Post-Punk Revival
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One pretty cool local band I recently found.
We Ride the Universe [LP] | Arre! Arre! on Bandcamp
When Arre! Arre! won the prestigious “Rlock Album Of the Year” P3 Award for 2019’s “Tell Me All about Them”, they inadvertently became either the most loved or most hated rock band in Sweden, after they used the majority of their acceptance speech mooning the cameras on live national TV, while simultaneously daring to critique a certain local nazi-sympathazing politician. The Twitter Egg-Profiles were outraged and disgusted, whilst the insulted sexist teenage degenerates took to the youtube comment sections to engage in discourse and portray their side of the issues arisen. “I don’t pay my public TV license to be subjected to seeing these f***ing left-wing fat asses” one of the many traumatised victims eloquently disclosed.
Naturally, to calm the death threats and diffuse the tensions sweeping the nation, Arre! Arre! shortly returned with single “Me & My Fat Ass Friends”, the first taste of 2020’s “Heavy Breathing”, a five track EP with a very proud and unashamed theme of sexuality running heavily throughout.
Fast forward to 2021, and a global pandemic slightly finally shifts focus somewhat for the digital elite from Arre! Arre! to other pressing matters of 5G, Chinese bats & Vaccine conspiracies. With touring off the menu, the band found themselves with more time than expected to focus on “We Ride The Universe”, their next full length album.
Working again with long time collaborator Joakim Lindberg as producer, the band have maintained their core inspiration from the 90s Riot Grrrl scene, but also broadening their sound to include a wider range of influences - from post-punk and 60’s ballads, to James Brown, to the Spice Girls.
As usual, the album has a strong underlying theme throughout - this time of motorbikes and female biker gangs, with the band even going to the extreme of recording local bikers driving around the car park of the Studio Sickan to sample within the tracks. Combined with the other new production quirks such as ABBA-inspired choirs and galloping percussion, “We Ride The Universe” has turned into a markedly cohesive and unique album for the band, sure to impress fans both new and old.
#music#arre! arre!#punk#surf punk#riot grrrl revival#welcome to malmö#sweden#malmö#Bandcamp#local music
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Some playlist ideas im working on:
Scary Songs to Play To Your Dog (binaural drone and contact mic samples)
HAIL! HAIL! TO THE TEENAGE REBEL (Midwest emo revival and bandcamp pop punk but only the cancelled ones (all of them))
Cause I'm about to Rock A Feller (early Rockabilly, saloon music, that dope Bollywood surf rock song you only know because someone at your highschool tricked you into watching Ghost World, Shannon and the clams)
tumblrcore (MY_SCREAMS.MOV)
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Salve, mestre Diego! Com sua licença, quero trazer uma lista com os poderes das Diamonds. Como aquela lista de 2018 foi descartada, eu fiz um grande compilado das habilidades das Diamonds com base nos capítulos publicados e nas perguntas e respostas do blog, levando em consideração os conteúdos mais recentes. Espero que isso ajude o pessoal a ter uma noção mais ampla do potencial das Diamonds 😇 Bora!
A maioria das Diamonds, se não todas, compartilham habilidades que são padrão das Gems, porém com maior potência. Essas habilidades são:
Condição física aprimorada; não-senescência; embolhamento; mudança de forma; regeneração; ajuste gravitacional automático; invocação de armas; fusão; armazenamento de objetos na Gem e iluminação usando a Gem.
As Diamonds também apresentam algumas características em comum, como:
Projeção de aura; indução e reversão de corrupção das Gems; criação de Gems a partir de suas essências e estado perfeito para ampliar seus poderes.
No Color Planet, o poder das Diamonds é proporcional à sua idade. Logo, Diamonds mais velhas são mais poderosas do que as Diamonds novatas. Diamonds “gêmeas”, como Sun + Moon e Golden + Silver possuem o mesmo nível de poder. E mesmo que uma Diamond mais velha seja rebaixada ou rejuvenescida, ela não perderá sua força total sobre as demais.
Então vamos para a lista! Mas antes, quatro avisos: 1) aquilo que eu marquei com (?) significa uma suposição minha frente a uma coisa que eu não encontrei resposta em nenhum lugar; 2) vou deixar alguns exemplos de onde essas habilidades foram vistas ou mencionadas; 3) a lista está por ordem de nascimento, sem considerar o rebaixamento de Hope e Bi-Color; e 4) algumas habilidades eu tomei a liberdade de nomear usando nomes que a gente encontra em universos de super-heróis, e eles estão entre aspas.
Peach Diamond
Aura flamejante (Bi-Color Stories: Just Like You); criação de bolhas indestrutíveis (Jettered); curar e reviver seres orgânicos (blog, 2023) e poderes destrutivos (blog, 2023).
Lime Diamond
Levitação (Lime Juice without Peach + The Ball); fitocinese (blog, 2023) e cabelos espinhosos (blog, 2023).
Cherry Diamond
Varinha como arma (blog, 2023) e essência/fluidos curativos (blog, 2023).
Hope Diamond
Telepatia apenas com Gems (Bi-Color Stories: Just Like You + The Rebels); membros infláveis (The Ball + Hope Has No Secret); borboletas de luz (Butterfly) e poderes defensivos (blog, 2023).
Bi-Color Diamond
Visão única do futuro (Bi-Color Stories: Just Like You + The Ball); manipulação de forma física (Getting by Color); geração de cápsula bi-color para levitação e teletransporte (The Ball); pirocinese, eletrocinese, hidrocinese/criocinese (Beats Until It Punctures); projeção de energia (Bi-Color Stories: Just Like You + Getting by Color).
Sun Diamond
Aura esférica de luz (Eclipse); Heliocinese (The Ball + Diamond Meeting); telepatia via radiação solar (Thoughts); percepção de aura (Thoughts); manipulação da gravidade (blog, 2024).
Moon Diamond
Aura esférica de luz (Eclipse); telepatia via radiação lunar (?) (blog, 2023); manipulação de forma física (The Trial); “reflexão da luz” (blog, 2023); levitação (Eclipse).
Aqua Diamond
Varinha com poder de raio trator como arma; hidrocinese/criocinese e asas de água (Beats Until It Punctures); vórtex de água (Soft Water in Hard Diamond + Aqua's Secret).
Cognac Diamond
Prancha de surf/escudo como arma (Cognac's Colony); criação de cocos (?) (Cocoball); projeção holográfica (?) (Visit to Cognac).
Smoky Diamond
Nefelocinese (The Show + Peach's Trauma + Smoky's Secret).
Gray Diamond
Manoplas como arma, levitação e criação de cacos de emoção (Black and White + Gray's Secret); “deixar o chão cinza para andar” (?) (The Ball).
Golden Peacock Diamond
Asas de pavão (Peacocks); hipnose (?) (blog, 2023).
Silver Peacock Diamond
Guarda-chuva como arma e asas de pavão (Peacocks).
Magenta Diamond
“Indução de paixão” (Eclipse).
Prontinho! Eis a lista de tudo aquilo que as Diamonds apresentaram nos capítulos já publicados. Obrigado!
Perfeito!! Muito obrigado!!
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Getting into the song
"Oh! My! God!" Evan cried out in amazement over the whirring of fans. Him and his lifelong friend Joel were in Evans basement room, reviving the tradition of their yearly LAN party after a hiatus of several years.
Of course, there was no real need for physical presence anymore, now that internet connections were stable and cheap enough. Still, Evan was a bit of a traditionalist and had begged his best friend until he had finally caved. They had already played for one and a half day, and currently, both nerds were tired and taking a break, surfing the internet.
Joel, the way bigger one of them both, turned around with his hand in the bag of chips and looked at him quizzically.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Starblush is releasing a new album next month!" Evan said excitedly.
"Star...blush" Joel repeated. "That's some kind of band I suppose?"
Evan frowned. "It's not 'some kind of band'. It's *the* very best band on earth!"
Joel had quickly googled the name and rolled his eyes.
"Oh god, I think I remember. Is that this Japanese boyband you're so obsessed about? With that idiot front man?"
"Komori Yoshitora" came the answer at once. "And he is not an idiot, he is just the most wonderful man - on. Earth. He has such a good voice, and his lyrics touch your heart, and..."
"Ookay." Joel raised his arms, with some crumbs falling to the floor in the process. "I admit I overlooked something very important in my opinion. That you are obviously utterly and deeply in love with that guy. Seriously, do you think he writes those songs himself? I wouldn't even count on him singing himself. It's a fricking boyband. The target audience are 12 year old girls!"
Evan was slowly getting agitated. "It doesn't matter if he writes the songs himself. He sings them, yes, no playback, and he just gives the words so much... soul! Why would I care about the target audience? Also, I'm not gay, but that guy is so ridiculously good looking that I would give him a blowjob any day."
Evan turned up his speakers and went to YouTube. "Here, I'm gonna show you one of their tracks. Once you heard it, you are going to love it, I'm sure!"
With that, he started a music video featuring the charismatic Japanese lead singer along with the rest of his boyband, singing a Japanese pop song on stage.
Only a few seconds in, Joel interrupted the singing: "Do you even understand what he's singing? Do you speak Japanese? Because I don't."
"No, I don't *speak* Japanese." Evan replied. "You have to look up the translated lyrics of course!"
Joel shook his head. He did have to admit that the soft, sensual voice of the lead singer didn't sound too bad, although he couldn't understand the meaning of the words. As the track ended, he said: "It's okay, I guess. Still a boyband." After a short hesitation, he added: "Show me another track."
Evan grinned in triumph and started the next song. This one was a bit faster, and the lead singer moved around more on stage.
Joel found himself really digging the rhythm. At first, he only tapped his foot to the song, but quickly found himself moving his massive body to the electronic music, doing something similar to dancing.
Although Joel hated every kind of body movement, getting into the rhythm came surprisingly easy, as if he had heard the song a hundred times before, not right now for the first time. A gurgling noise came from his belly, as his body mass slowly vanished. Before long, he had to hold up his pants or they would fall down. Evan didn't notice, too glued were his eyed to the music video.
It didn't take another request from Joel to start up the next song after this one ended. Between the videos, however, Joel had to get rid of his glasses, because his vision was getting blurry with them on. They were too big anyway, as his face was getting smoother and smaller. Moving his slim body had become easy, natural even. As he moved to the beat of this new song, slowly all body hair, including his beard silently fell from his body, sinking to the ground like snow.
There came the bridge, then another chorus. As the chorus began, Joel started to sing along. He knew the lyrics by heart and closed his eyes while singing, putting all his soul into the words.
As Evan heard the singing, he turned around, only to freeze with his mouth open. There, in his mom's basement, singing and dancing was... not Joel anymore. No, that was Komori Yoshitora, himself! The last few details changed along the last notes of the song. Komori's hair became night black, and his facial features turned delicate and well groomed, with a slight smile on it.
There was a long moment of silence between the two before Komori spoke first in broken English: "So, did I hear that right? You would give me a blowjob any day?"
As Evan nodded, still speechless and still with his mouth open, Komori smiled again and removed his shirt. "Good. I love fans like you that aren't 12 year old girls."
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I think my favourite thing about web revival is that is also coincides with social media addiction and the core web, like yea we all are so viscerally intertwined with this thing that we've labelled as 'social media,' instead being addicted to surfing the web or getting lost in web rings or rabbit holes, to accessing this virtual realm, we are addicted to these corporations that have monopolized the web! We are, and spending more time in the real world is so, so important. The small web, the peripheral web, honestly encourages a distance from the digital space as a whole. (at least for me)
I have to put effort in engaging in these sites people create. Despite being so excited for educating myself on the digital space and tech in general, in the process I'm being educated on the ways these corporations exploit and get us addicted to mentioned monopolies. Not like I didn't know, of course I was aware, but it's this vague knowing and not much motivation or ability to overcome the reality. Engaging in the core web because that's where everybody is, that's what it felt like. Being there because that was the reality of the situation. Being there because that's where the wealth of media and people are, but with web revival and the small web there is a sense of hope.
Spacehey running slower due to an influx of users, people posting everyday on forums, portfolios and blogs on neocities, it's amazing. I hope personal websites spread like fire, I hope the core internet loses some of its consistency and spreads out. That videos are posted on websites, that one day YouTube is met with a competitor. That we have to put effort in curating who we interact with. I want to put aside the fear that with popularity that somehow this amazing revolution is tainted in someway. I'd rather the size of the movement grow instead of holding onto this fake concept of small web 'purity,' which I've seen a bit. I'd rather the world have a sense of choice from the core web, personal freedom over monopoly, rather than keep this culture isolated and grassroots.
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Whereto the heart will roam
The scarlet rain washes away
These pallid ashes
Made from dust-to-dust,
Till, exposed, my
Ivory casket's white, against the grey,
Rises
On brand new waves
In wanderlust;
As a ship that has learned
To face the surfs and cliffs
With gentlest faith and trust:
That what remains,
One day, will drift no more,
Yet will sink
In time's forgiving sands to button
And flower whole within the bosom
Of love's reviving shore.
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13-1-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
#poetry#spilled ink#writing#dark academia#romanticism#romantic poem#romantic poetry#love poem#love poetry#emotion#spilled thoughts#poem#creative writing#tumblr poetry#poets on tumblr#writeblr#poetblr
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JURASSIC BEAT !!! (instro-surf action!)
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It’s summertime here kiddies and the living is easy, sharks are jumping and the cotton is high! Here’s brand new Surfadelic comp. of modern instrumental surfin’ and rockin’ featuring SIR BALD DIDDLEY AND HIS BIG WIGS, DAVIE ALLAN & THE ARROWS, EDDIE ANGEL, THE THUNDERCHIEFS, THE BOMBORAS, THE BEACH BREAKERS, THE FIREBALLS, SOUTHERN CULTURE ON THE SKIDS, LOS STRAITJACKETS, THE SURFRAJETTES, THE…
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Paradise on Earth (18)
Chapter: 18. The Cross
Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, grave digging
Summary: All kinds of secrets are revealed in the island room
Links: Wattpad and AO3, Playlist
Chapter 17 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 19
You had a headache. The events of last night had you tossing and turning. The illicit fight, the key is taken, you consoled Pope as best you could as he let his tears flow freely and the sobs wrack from his throat and into his crossed arms- you rubbed his back and let him rant. You feared he was close to his breaking point if he wasn’t already.
All of you had hardly slept, talking through the night about the new game plan- there was none- you were all sleeping in unintentional shifts, sprawled around the porch til daylight. You had all come to the conclusion that it was over, there was nothing left to be done even with Denmark Tanny’s diary.
The key was your only true lead.
That was until Sarah Cameron walked into your screened patio where you all lay like dead flies.
You whistled lowly at the sight of her, “Look what the cat dragged in.”
“Shouldn’t you be on Figure Eight with your little group of polo players?” John B taunted her. “Or did you break up with Topper?”
She smiled sarcastically at him, “We’re just friends.”
“It seems like you have a lot of friends, Sarah Cameron.” Your brother continued as she walked a little way from him between where JJ was leaning against the metal that attached the screen and Pope who was sitting on a recliner chair.
“Yeah, and it seems like you’ve got some of your own too,” She must have seen John B with the girl who had invited him to the bonfire. “I’m here for Pope.”
Pope gave her a confused face.
“I found the island room.”
The five of you instantly perked up, the words she had just spoken had revived you all with hope.
Immediately, the six of you hopped into the Twinkie and rode out to Tannyhill.
“Guys listen to this!” Pope calls for attention holding the stack of paper that were copies of the diary. “The diary says the cross holds the most holy relic in all of Christendom, the garment of the savior.”
“So wait, it’s saying there’s a holy garment inside the cross?” Kie peeks over his shoulder to look at the paper.
“Yeah, it says the garment is capable of healing the sick from any malady.”
That must be what Limberey was after this whole time, you thought, that delusional bitch.
“‘If only I may touch his garment, I shall be made well’" JJ quoted from who knows where. You side-eye him from your seat, the rest of your friends equally as bewildered by him. “What? I went to Sunday school.”
“That’s why Limberey is desperate to find it, she wants it to heal her,” You said. “What else does it say?”
“‘Many feel that we have sinned to steal such a sacred thing and God will strike his vengeance on us’” Pope recites.
“Thing is, God did have his vengeance...” Kie pursed her lips.
“He sent a hurricane to sink the ship, only Denmark survived,” Pope says solemnly.
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Sarah directs you all around the mansion, guiding you all through several corridors to a room that you believe to remember is where Ward took his meetings. The room was completely different now, the fancy wallpaper was torn off, and a mural of a town was painted on the walls of the room.
“It’s the island room,” Sarah gave him a pleased smile. “It has to be.”
Pope walked into the room and written all over his features was pure awe “This has got to mean something.”
“This is a map of the whole island,” John B noted.
You take notice of historical Kildare Island landmarks, as do the others, they name the places the group has been to. Parcel 9, the lighthouse- JJ mentioned Rixon’s, and John B just pointed out the surf break at Mase. The boys determined that the drawing in Denmark's diary and his writing had matched that of the paintings on the wall.
“This has something to do with the key, right?” You ask, though at this point it was obvious it definitely did. You run your fingers across the torn edges of the wallpaper leftover and question Sarah, “How did you uncover it?”
“I didn’t, it was like this when I got home.”
��So then who did it?” Kie questions.
A voice came from the door you all had entered through not too long ago, you and the rest of the pogues jumped at the sound. It turned out to be Wheezie, she answered Kie, “It was the freaks.”
“What freaks are we talking about, Wheeze?” JJ recovered from being startled by her quicker than the rest of the group.
“That sick lady and her attack dog,” She said. You laughed at what she called Renfield, you sent the group an apologetic smile as Wheezie explained. “They showed up last night, and they wanted to talk to Rafe-”
“Pale blonde lady?”
“Crutches?”
“It’s gotta be Limberey.”
Pope, JJ, and Kie give out identifiers of the one person who could have known about this.
“What happened?” You asked, not wanting to wait any longer for the details.
“First, they searched the whole house looking for something, and then Rafe told me to go upstairs, but I didn’t wanna miss out so I listened through the grate, I heard Rafe show them this room and the paper ripping. They were talking about getting across the sand flamingo.”
“That’s code, that’s code for something!” JJ immediately theorized.
Pope dismissed him and clarified with Wheezie, “The cross of Santo Domingo?”
“Yeah that’s it, and they were talking about angels- a lot of angel talk, I don’t know.”
“Denmark’s famous last words!” You piece everything together. “He buried the real treasure at the foot of the angel.”
Pope snaps his finger, “We have to find the angel in the room!”
Everyone spreads out and starts to search for any sign of an angel, Wheezie said something that made you freeze, and a cold chill went down your spine.
“You know, I could never ask Rafe 'cause I know he’d be a dick about it but did you guys break up?” She spoke nonchalantly, “He’s been extra asshole-ish lately and I know there’s a lot going on-”
John B stood still, slowly turning his head to Wheezie. Sarah’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head, “What did you just say?”
You couldn’t move, all thoughts of looking for the angel were gone, you could hear a pin drop in the room as everyone had stopped moving.
“Y/n and Rafe,” Her voice got quieter, just now realizing that she had said something she wasn’t supposed to. Heat rushed up from your neck to your cheeks, not from embarrassment but from shame, that same feeling you get when you're in elementary school and get sent into the principal's office you probably weren't in trouble but it felt like the end of the world. To make matters worse, she pulls out her phone and hands it to Sarah.
You didn’t want to know, you shut your eyes, this was a nightmare- it had to be some shitty nightmare that when you opened your eyes it would all be gone. Everyone was staring at the youngest Cameron’s phone, Kie looked disgusted, Pope couldn’t have hidden the betrayal on his face, and JJ… he was still upset with you so his current indifference toward you hadn’t changed.
“Guys-” You started.
“How could you?” John B practically shoved Wheezie’s phone in your face, you grabbed it and saw a picture, he tapped on it so they could see the date it was taken on the top. “How long?”
Your lips quivered, the tears welling in your eyes, “We weren't together.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better?” John B shouted at you. You flinched, John B hardly ever spoke to you like this, and if he did- you were right there with him. It stung, it felt like getting scolded by your favorite parent or favorite teacher who you never wanted to disappoint. John B was your brother, so fights were normal but it never felt like this.
You didn’t know what else to say, “I’m sorry.” It came out in a sob.
“He framed me for murder, Y/n, he jumps Pope like every other day with no regret!” John B mentions every way Rafe has wronged the group. “He almost killed his own sister!”
You look at the ceiling to stop any more tears from falling, but it was too late, when you blinked they fell. 3-4 at a time, came flooding out of your eyes, you took every word he yelled at you, you knew Kie and Pope had their own thoughts to chew you out but John B was giving it all to you that they didn’t need to.
“Hey, yo guys!” JJ called out to the group suddenly in front of a painting with a tree. “Come here, this humongous tree is still on Goat Island, you know what it’s called?”
John B is breathing heavily and still glaring at you as he walks over to JJ with a shake of his head, Pope glances over at you once- not meeting your eye.
“Angel Oak,” He responds.
JJ points to the center of the painting of the tree, “Look, there’s a keyhole. That means the cross is buried at the foot of the angel, that must be where he put it, we should go.”
Pope wastes no time rushing out of the room, the others going after him, you push Wheezies phone into her chest as you walk out.
“I didn’t know that you didn’t tell them!” She comes after you. “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head but you couldn’t find it in yourself to reassure her with a smile, you settled for just telling her it didn’t matter. “They were gonna find out one way or another.”
Surprisingly, they were still waiting for you in the Twinkie the sliding door left open for you. No one would speak to you, which was fine- you found it better that way. Pope gave John B directions, the tree was past Freedman’s church, a long road surrounded by trees and wetland.
“Shit,” John B cursed. “Tide’s coming in.”
The path turned muddy, there were tracks already imprinted in the dirt that Pope had pointed out. JJ who was in the passenger seat asked John B if they should risk it, “It’s a little dicey.”
“Well, clearly they made it,” Kie stated.
“In a two-wheel drive?” JJ clicked his tongue. “I don’t know about that.”
“Why are y’all acting like you’re not gonna do it anyways?” You dared to quip. “Like when have you ever done the safe thing?”
John B turned his head to give you a quick once over and JJ gave him a downward smile and they both shrugged, you didn’t take this as a sign of being on good terms, simply giving them the fuel they needed to do what they needed to do with no hesitation.
You, Pope, Kie, and Sarah held onto whatever you could as JJ talked John B through the speed he needed to get through the land without getting stuck. At a distance that was deemed safe enough to park, the Twinkie was stopped and the group piled out to where the Angel Oak tree was.
JJ began to ramble about gators, you weren’t entirely sure if it was to diffuse the tension that hung around the group now but it was working. You walked behind the rest of them, Sarah and John B a little ahead of you talking- bickering- more like, amongst themselves until she let a tree branch smack him in the face.
You snickered to yourself which earned you a sharp glare from your brother.
“John B-”
“Not now, Y/n.”
You sighed and came up behind Sarah and Kie who were hidden behind the cover of tall bushes. You heard Limberey’s dreamy voice go on about the significance of the garment, one touch and she will be healed. By the sound of the sarcasm dripping from Renfield’s voice, he doubted it.
There was a crane that dug through the roots of the tree, handled by a hired construction worker. He hit something hard that was covered by soil, and Limberey ordered him to stop. Rafe and Renfield dug with their hands and lifted a casket.
The pogues impatiently stood by as they opened it with a crowbar, the woman’s face fell in disappointment, “We must have missed something.”
She grabs ahold of her crutches and shouts out her new plans to go back to the island room and how it wasn’t over.
The coast was clear once they packed everything up, Rafe got into his range rover, and the construction worker hauled the crane on the back of his truck that was rigged up with something to hold it, Limberey right behind them.
Pope came out of hiding, and ran straight for the casket, “Cecilia Tanny, Denmark’s wife.”
It was empty, only dusty bones left.
“He wasn’t talking about the cross, he buried her at the foot of the angel.”
“The true treasure,” Kie breathed out.
How tragic, your heart clenched at truly devastating it all was- romantic even for all the wrong reasons. “Denmark was hung for burying his wife and they defiled her grave,” Pope reached in, searching for something in her ashen bones- a necklace with her name.
Sarah found something herself, a ring, “This must be from Denmark, her wedding ring.” She and John B shared a look.
“We can’t leave her like this.”
“We won’t,” John B reassured Pope.
You worked together to reseal the top of the wooden casket with nails from a toolbox in the Twinkie, the boys lifted and gently placed her in her resting place, and you all pushed the dirt back over it. Placing fresh flowers from around the area, on top of the spot.
“I just don’t get it,” Pope announces, “He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years and then he sends a message to his son, Robert, to come here to his mother’s grave- but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross, I know we’re in the right spot, it just feels like-”
“Like we missed something?” JJ was looking up at the tree. “Guys, come here.”
Kie climbs up on the roof of the van and then onto the thick tree branch with JJ. “That looks like the painting from the island room.”
“It’s worth a shot right?” JJ reaches into the tree hollow, “There’s something in here.”
He begins to scream as if something inside was tugging him, he struggled to pull his arm out, and the four of you that were still on the ground instantly go to help him. You call his name and start climbing the van to reach him but his shouts were stopped by his laughter.
“Asshole,” You hop down from halfway up the Twinkie.
“I got all of you,” He chortles. “Wait, but seriously there’s something in here.”
He pulls out something metallic and thick, tossing it down to Pope before jumping from the tree to the ground and taking it from him. “Give it to the captain,” He observes before elongating it, “It’s a spyglass.”
“There’s something on the end,” You point out. “An inscription right there.”
“You’ve come this far, do not falter, the cross is on the Freedman’s altar,” Pope reads. “Freedman’s altar… the cross is at the church!”
~~~
Your luck appeared to have run out, the tide had risen and the path that was already made muddy from the water became worse. The road was gone, and John B hit the brakes before warning everyone to brace themselves, he and JJ debated if the Twinkie would make it or not; it did not.
About halfway there, John B hydroplanes and the Twinkie is stuck in the mud. Pope suggests you all walk from where you're at but John B refused to leave the Twinkie when the tide was still coming in.
“I can take my dad’s truck,” Kie begrudgingly suggests.
“Are you sure?” Pope asks.
“How much worse can it get, you know?”
“We’re gonna need something to pull her out with, there’s the winch at the Chateau,” JJ mentions. “That’s like two miles.”
“If you’re gonna do it, just go-” John B declares.
“Can- Can I go with?” You waver when you ask. JJ searches your eyes and glances at Kie as if he’s asking her permission, you almost roll your eyes at the action. She shrugs and encourages you with a tilt of her head.
You’d much rather deal with the asshole who was already giving you shit and your best friend who you could already hear in your head reprimanding you than face your brother, his ex, and the person who had been wronged time and time again by the person you had a secret affair with.
The three of you trekked through muddy waters until you reached the part of the road that had been untouched by the tide, and walked into town with half-soaked pants. The mission to Kie’s house went quickly, she snuck into her parent's house to steal the keys to the truck while you and JJ crouched outside the picket fence.
“You alright?”
You considered the question JJ asked you, it took you by surprise to say the least, you thought he was still upset- he probably still was but he cared. It increased the pace of your heart, you nodded, you didn’t think you were at the level yet with him to actually talk like everything was all good.
Kie tossed the keys at JJ the moment she came back, you rushed to get into her dad’s truck as JJ turned the car on and you were off to your next stop.
“This’ll only take a sec, it’s in the surf shack,” JJ told you both, running out the door- tripping, and falling onto the ground. You winced, he picked himself up and continued running.
“Why’d you do it?” Kie interrogated you the moment it was just the two of you. “Why him? That’s seriously so messed up Y/n, he’s a fucking psychopath.”
You understood the anger, you could take the judgment from Sarah and John B, and the puppy dog glances full of hurt by Pope who couldn’t believe you would betray his friendship. You could even handle the shit JJ gave you for fucking the guy he cannot stand and would probably kill if ever given the chance, but Kie?
“I know, Kiara, I know he is- it just happened.”
“Like what the hell was going through your head, honestly?” Her tone was full of condescension, “That’s just another thing he could hold over you. Did you seriously think we wouldn’t find out? Or that you could keep this from us forever? I’m your best friend!”
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” You blurted out without being able to stop yourself. “I know, I know, I know! He’s a psychopath, he sent John B to jail, he fucked the group up too many times to count- he’s a shitty fucking person but he loved me!”
You didn’t want to believe the words that you had shouted at her, but you said it, it was out.
“He was there, and he is obviously toxic as hell but I saw something in him that I thought…” This was going to be embarrassing to admit. “I thought I could help him be better, he acted like he could be like he would- but I guess I was just desperate to think so because of all the bullshit he fed me when we were alone.”
Kie held a bewildered expression, but she openly listened.
“It happened once, it was sort of a long time coming with what we had going on but we weren’t in a relationship- I genuinely meant to help him be better. Clearly, I failed, and everything went to shit but there’s your explanation Kiara. I don’t need one more person- much less you, telling me that I’m fucked up for doing what I did when I’ve already had this conversation with myself too many times to count.”
She frowned and nodded, “I’m sorry.”
You felt like a small weight had been lifted, one down- four more to go. With perfect timing, JJ was walking back but with a taller older figure behind him. Luke. Since when was he out of jail?
Kie walked out of the truck, “No, Immediately no.”
“Just get in the truck, Y/n get in the front passenger,” He instructed as he put the tools needed in the trunk.
Without a word, you walked out of the back cabin and went into the passenger seat as Luke slid into your old seat. He winked at you with a smile, you shivered with disgust, Kie argued with JJ.
“Guys!” You yelled for their attention. “The Twinkie is sinking, what the hell are we doing?”
~~~
JJ made Kie stop at a corner store near the marina where he was to drop his dad off, you and Kie sent each other expressions of distaste as Luke sat in the back, he was just as ADHD as JJ. He tapped on the back of your seats, making as much noise as possible for attention that you and Kie were not giving him.
“You’re a terrible father, you know that?” Kie spoke.
“Preach it to me,” He leaned back into his seat, finally stopping his incessant noise.
“You don’t deserve him,” You chimed. “Not an inch of how amazing he is.”
“He’s a thief is what he is.”
Ire burned through you, you had millions of words to describe how you wanted Luke Maybank to rot in hell.
“And what are you?” Kie retorted. “You’re just a wasted local salt who never did shit but get messed up and hustle people, not exactly impressive.”
“You sound just like your mama,” He told Kie. “She was just like that in high school, always thought she was better than everybody else. Kook princess- and looky here, you're just like her slumming it with the bad boys, and the princess of pogues here pretending she won’t grow up to be trash just like her daddy.”
Kie snapped and elbowed Luke in his nose, knocking him back, “Don’t talk about my family.”
Pride surged in you, you wanted to laugh, you’ve been wanting to do that for years, and although it was Kie who got the satisfaction, watching it happen felt just as good. JJ came not a minute after, handing him a 6-pack of beer, and getting in the back with him.
~~~
JJ practically dragged Luke out of the truck, you called his dad's attention, and you and Kie had your middle fingers up. He went to react but JJ turned him around telling him to go. You and Kie giggled, calming down after a minute.
“You think he’ll be okay?” You worried over JJ dropping his dad off.
“He’ll pretend to be, for sure.”
“I’m gonna go check on him in a minute,” You told her with a frown, she gave you a half smile.
After a couple of minutes, you walked along the dock over to where he stood, watching the boat his dad drifted off in.
He saw you and immediately engulfed you in a hug, you didn’t have time to process before wrapping your arms around his middle. You whispered into your hair, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.”
You felt droplets fall onto your shoulder, your arm went underneath his aviator jacket and traced the line of his spine with light tickles. Who knows what his dad’s final words were to him, how hurt he must feel.
“JJ,” You took a small step back from his arms, cradling his face in your hands. “It’s okay, you're gonna be okay, we’re okay.”
He shook his head and pulled you back in, clutching you tighter, “I didn’t mean to snap on you. I was just scared I’d lose you to that kook."
He squeezed you after a minute, "You know you’re my girl right?”
You just let him hold you, and tell you sweet nothings if that’s what made him feel better, nodding along as he kissed your temple. He seemed to hold himself up as you walked back with his arm around your shoulders.
~~~
“Oh look, the three tortoises are back!” You heard Pope comment through the open window of the truck. “Where the hell were you guys?”
You observed the three you left behind, John B lay in a weird position on his right- grimacing.
“Luke was at the Chateau,” JJ reached into the pickup bed grabbing what was needed.
“Great, while you guys were there having family time, John B got bit by a gator!”
“What?” You went over to him and ran your eyes over his body to see where he got bit. You saw blood smeared on the side of the Twinkie.
“What the hell happened?” Kie exclaimed. Immediately getting shouted at by Sarah, John B, and Pope. “I don’t why I’m being yelled at, I put my ass on the line.”
“You’re being yelled at because it was 20 minutes!”
“We got here as fast as we could!” You defended Kie.
Pope sent you a furious look, “Let’s not start on what you’ve been up to while everybody’s been put through hell!”
Words were said, voices were raised, and everyone was agitated. The five of you verbally fought amongst yourselves until JJ called out at the top of his voice for you all to stop.
“Seriously guys, I can’t take it anymore, alright- everyone just cut it out for a second.” He chuckles, leaning against a tree to steady himself, “Look, I just helped my dad leave this island for good like he’s not ever coming back. He’s straight up like the Spanish- just ‘Bon Voyage’”
Not the right language, you and Kie gave each other puzzled looks but everyone stayed silent nonetheless.
“All we got and I know for a fact all I got is you guys, okay? You’re it” He stared directly at you as he said it. “I’ve come too close to losing you, all of you. So, this blaming each other is some kook-ass bullshit, we don’t do that, we’re Pogues. Sorry, that was a lot right now… I didn’t mean to.” His hands were on his hips and he avoided everyone’s gaze after his speech.
The group looked as though to be in agreement, giving JJ a round of applause.
“That was the best freaking speech I’ve ever heard,” John B praised. “Also, you should think about getting a Rosetta Stone because your Spanish and French are flip-flopped.” JJ flipped him off.
Sarah raised her hand, “We should bon voyage out of here.”
JJ and John B attached the Twinkie to the back of Kie’s dad's truck, hauling it out of the water in no time and the pogues were off to the church.
~~~
Birds fluttered away from the door the boys had forced open. The church had been abandoned, long long ago, vines had grown through the cracks in the floorboards and around the windows.
Pope insisted the cross was here, and JJ joked about there being a secret button around the piano.
“How about we find obvious clues?” John B advises, but there wasn’t much to look for.
“It’s not an escape room,” Kie rolled her eyes.
Pope was on the verge of a break when John B doubted the cross was in the church. “No, no. There’s no way he would set us up on a freaking goose chase that would lead us to a church that has nothing in it.”
“Yes, I get it, I don’t know what to tell you, man.”
“The clues led us here, the cross is in this church,” Pope slumped down a pew. He fiddled with the spyglass and looked through it, pointing it at the ceiling. With a conspiratorial gaze at the wooden beams supporting the roof, Pope climbed on the walls through the termite-eaten holes.
You, JJ, Kie, Sarah, and John B warned him about the dangers of climbing, but he wasn’t listening. He ignored all of you and knocked on all the beams to hear if one of them was hollow.
You noticed a bee hive above his head, “Pope, just move slow- there’s a hive.”
Sarah left and came back with a crowbar to help Pope who was tearing up the wood on one of the beams that turned out to be hollow with his hands. With the metal in his hand, he tore all the pieces til it revealed the golden cross.
Cheers went all around, Sarah and Kie brought you into a group hug, and John B and JJ had their arms around each other. Pope accidentally dropped the crowbar from excitement, the glory of victory of short-lived as bees swarmed Pope. He slipped, holding himself on the supporting beam, the group worked in unison to move the pews and find anything that could break Pope’s fall.
Just as he landed, the cross came down after him.
~~~
Chapter 19
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Maybe one where fem reader basically is nice and friends with Kodak since childhood like hina except she ends up dating kisaki and ends up accepting his proposal
Fluff to nsfw
Sub reader plz
Someone Out There: Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader
wc: 1.1k
tw: smut
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"Kisaki," Takemichi murmurs, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "There's someone out there for you. Don't worry."
"When will we meet?" Kisaki wonders, looking over his shoulder. Takemichi simply shrugs and says he isn't sure, which makes Kisaki feel deflated.
"It'll happen when you're least expecting it."
As he kicks along the concrete, dirt flies up in small clouds. It's a welcome distraction from the thoughts plaguing his mind when he sees Takemichi and Hina together. Kisaki huffs a long breath, then looks up at the bright sky. The sun is unobscured by clouds, and a slight wind picks up his hair and tosses it around a little.
"Hey, Kisaki!" The familiar voice of a friend makes Kisaki look around, and when he sees you waving at him from afar, he offers you a wave in return.
"What are you doing here, y/n?" He's standing on an empty lot - one where he usually sits and thinks without being disturbed - but seeing you come up the path toward him makes Kisaki feel warm inside.
"I brought you some snacks," you offer, taking your backpack off your shoulders and opening it deftly. "I see you sitting here all the time from the apartment and thought you'd like something to eat while you think."
Kiskai stiffens, frowning only a little while you surf around in your bag. "You watch me come here?"
"Well," you begin, looking up but still fishing around. "It's not on purpose. My room has a window, and I tend to stare outside most of the time..." When you finally find the snack, your hand clasps around it and brings it out of the bag. "Here!" Kisaki reaches for the item and finds that it's a smushed taiyaki.
"Thanks," he murmurs, and you pull out one for yourself. You grab your backpack and sit on the ground in your overalls and street shoes, looking up at him curiously while you unwrap your treat.
"So, whaddya think about when you're out here?"
She's interested in what I think about. Kisaki unsteadily begins his yarn about the things he thinks about, and you listen, fully engrossed in his many complicated and peculiar ponderings.
Kisaki has never really felt a deep connection with a girl before.
Scratch that, had.
He never had felt a deep connection with a girl before. But as he sinks to one knee and peers up at you - looking at you almost exactly like you did twelve years ago - he feels the connection tenfold.
"Y/n," Kisaki murmurs before clearing his throat. "It's been an amazing ten years with you. I don't think I would have spent them any other way than by your side. Even if, somehow, there was a way to time travel... I wouldn't change a thing about us." Your eyes get misty as he adjusts his foot, trying his best to keep steady in the same empty lot you'd spent years hanging out in. "Loving you has always felt predestined. I hope you'll say yes because I want you to be my wife and because you feel the same about me."
You cover your mouth with one hand, tears sliding down your cheeks. "Yes," you croak softly. "Yes. In every timeline, yes." Kisaki - with trembling fingers - places the ring on your hand and smiles back at you. You both burst into a round of raucous laughter before you pull him in for a deep, longing kiss. "I love you."
"I love you even more," Kisaki whispers, kissing you again and again.
It wouldn't be a revival of memories if Kisaki didn't pull you behind the closest building and kiss you on the mouth one more time before doing something you'd done plenty of times in your younger years.
"You think we'll get caught?"
"We were so good at not getting caught before," Kisaki replies, undoing his belt with haste and kissing down your neck. "I'm sure we've still got it."
"Eight years can change so much," you quip, but Kisaki simply thefts your leg up and anchors your underwear to the side with firm fingers.
"Bet it won't change how good I feel inside of you..." It doesn't take long for Kisaki to ease his cock inside of your wet pussy, dragging his length against your walls agonizingly slow. You shudder as he pulls back, then moan when he pushes in one more time.
Your lips urge him to move faster, and Kisaki obeys eagerly. The brick wall doesn't even chafe anymore, you note. It's just like the old days when you'd sneak off to meet with Kisaki after school and homework. He'd always make sure you'd keep up with your grades, or your little steamy sessions would turn into study sessions. Sometimes, even those became steamy sessions, but trying to make out in a library wasn't as easy as fucking behind the local pawn shop.
The straps on your sundress droop as Kiskai fucks you, his brow furrowed and his focus solely on pleasure. He holds one hand above you on the brick wall, but the other is holding your leg up, giving him more leverage.
"Tetta," you whine, but Kisaki only looks up and smirks. "Tetta, I love you so much..."
"I know, baby," he coos, kissing your lips. "I know. But you've gotta be a little quieter, okay?"
You nod, looping your other leg around his waist. Kisaki grunts, his cock deepening inside of you. Once he's found his footing and perfected his pace, Kisaki doesn't let you have a break, not even for a second.
"That's it," he grunts in your ear. "Your pussy's sucking me right in. You know that, pretty girl?"
"Yeah," you whimper, and Kisaki's hands move to your hips. "Cum in me, Tetta." The request is met with a sloppy thrust, then he keeps going at his pace, trying not to give in too quickly. You run a hand down his back, trailing your fingers over his suit jacket. "We don't need to worry now that I'm your fiance."
"You might get--"
"I know," you counter, smiling into his neck. "I want to."
"Oh, fuck," Kisaki groans, suddenly spilling his cum inside of you. He pulses once, twice, three times, then tries to find his balance. "You almost sucked the soul out of me." The hyperbole makes you giggle, and Kisaki rests his head on yours easily, panting.
"I'd just add it to my 'Kisaki Collection'," you tease.
"You've got my heart, my body, my mind... You might get my soul if you keep at it."
"Challenge accepted," you reply cheekily, then kiss your fiance one last time. "I'm definitely going to win, too."
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The Life of the Party
Ruby hated it here. Everybody was getting drunk, being loud, dancing, and talking to each other. She wanted to stay in her room, but Yang lured her out and locked her out of her room. Now, here she was, trapped in the middle of a party, surrounded by her mortal enemy: social interaction.
A lot of- Or maybe all of these people were older kids. People who were out to unwind from their stressful part-time jobs, meet up with old friends, hang with friends of friends, or just straight up make out with each other in the corner somewhere. Everything that made Ruby uncomfortable was here, save for full-on nudity. Although, that one guy with the monkey tail was really close.
She tried to talk with people. Really! She did! But the things she liked were worlds beyond what they understood. She was talking about how she was enjoying an online team raid in her favorite MOBA, and her response was a lackluster JRPG that had the worst dialogue ever. Eventually, she became so awkward that the other person had to excuse herself.
She just wasn't a people person.
Ruby made her way to an empty seat on couch, between a guy who was sweet-talking a girl on the chair next to him, and another guy scrolling on his phone. He must have been as bored as she was. She considered talking to him, but she decided instead to relax her own way.
See, Yang didn't plan for everything with Ruby. She may have locked her out of her room. She may have moved the rickety ladder outside so she couldn't climb back into her window. She may have even hid the keys in her bra. The last one wasn't usually a deterrent, but there were already too many people for her to try embarrassing herself. But there was one thing Yang didn't take.
Ruby reached into her hoodie and pulled out her Inferno Red GameBoy SP, and clicked the power switch. With a BLING! she smiled. Stars glittered across the screen as she pressed the A button. She'd been through the intro enough times already, and she wanted to escape so quickly. Still, the music played in her head as she let the spotlights center on her truest best friend.
'Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da!' She hummed in her head. The anthem to her whole childhood. 'Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Boh-boh-boh-bah! Boh-bah-da-da-da...'
With another press, and she was back in her story of Pokémon FireRed. She was Ruby, Pokémon Trainer with her trusty CresRose Charizard and whole team of super-cool Pokémon! She was on the cusp of greatness, ready to take on the Indigo Plateau! Again for the third time... But still!
She skipped through the dialogue again and got back to where she was, right outside the Elite Four. She checked her Bag, which was filled with plenty of Full Restores, Full Heals, and Revives. Exiting, she moved to her team in Pokémon. Cressant was Lvl. 65 and at full health, ready with his assortment of moves, like Dragon Rage, Flamethrower, Strength, and Mega Punch! Then moved to the rest of her team, checking their HP, moves, and levels. She moved them around to ready herself and her team for the Elite Four.
She had Ember, her Flareon, with Dig, Smog, Fire Spin, and Flamethrower, and Sparky, her Raichu with Thunder, Flash, Agility, and Rain Dance. Mimi, her Fearow, was ready with Drill Peck, Mirror Move, Pursuit, and Fly, and so was Queeny, her Nidoqueen with Crunch, Toxic, Surf, and Earthquake. And then there was Sleepy, her Snorlax, with Rest, Rollout, Hyper Beam, and Psychic. She was proud of herself for that last surprise.
Steeling herself, she saved the game, and entered the doors.
Fire up was Lorelei, which meant she used Ice-Types. In her first run, she used Charizard like an idiot. She was a naive girl then, but she was a hardened veteran now. Instead, she sent out Sleepy, crushing Dewgong with Rollout. However, Slowbro was sent next, putting Ruby in a difficult neutral stalemate, since Psychic wouldn't do much, and Rest and Hyper Beam would leave her open. She grit her teeth and dug in, hoping Rollout would pick up enough to knock Slowbro out. Each turn was agonizing, with both sides engaging in the war of attrition. Finally, her persistence won out, but still left her would a Snorlax in the red going against a Cloyster.
It was time to switch tactics, and Pokémon. She swapped Sleepy for Sparky. On the swap, Ruby wasted no time and went straight for a Thunder, getting a critical hit on the first shot! This led to the next issue, Jynx, which meant she was back in her neutral stalemate. Unfortunately, this didn't last long as Jynx Psychic was also a critical. Ruby shook a bit at this, then breathed.
Okay, Sparky was out. Good news, though, was Jynx wasn't a Water-Type. This meant she was easy pickings for Cressant with a Flamethrower! Now it was down to the main event; the best of each team duking it out. She needed a strong move from the get out. Mega Punch and Strength were both good options, but the Flamethrower would be weak against Lapras' Water-Type. She would have to hope for a critical against-
"I wouldn't do that."
Ruby froze. Immersion broken. She looked to her side and saw the phone guy looking at her screen. How long was he watching her?!
"Wh-What?"
"Don't use physical attacks. Charizard is better with Specials."
"But Lapras is a Water-Type."
"And an Ice-Type." He said, pointing his fingers at each other. "They cancel each other out."
"Huh." Ruby blinked, looking to her screen.
"Plus, since Charizard is a Fire-Type, the attack will get bonus damage, too."
"Oh, right." She made her decision.
She imagined the battle was fierce, her mighty Cressant hovering over the terrible Lapras. A torrent of flames spewed into the Lapras, inflicting Burn. Lapras fired back with a Hydro Pump, and it hits! Cressant is down to the red, but it's not over! Flamethrower! Yes! Victory!
"Yes!"
"Nice work." Phone guy smiled.
"Thanks," she replied, "uh... phone guy?"
"That's a new one." He chuckled. "I like it. The name's Jaune."
"Ruby." She smiled. Genuinely smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"YO, ARE YOU PLAYING POKÉMON?!"
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Yang was vibin' on the back porch, hanging out with her friends from school. It's been a while since she said something like that. Friends from school. College may have been different, but not too much in this aspect.
Still, she was a bit worried. Ruby'd become a lot more... recluse since summer started. A lot of her friends left her behind when they graduated. Maybe it was a bit cruel to force her to socialize, but the girl needed it. Next thing you know, she's coming back to her senior year as a pale-faced goblin creature.
"Yang?"
"Huh?" Weiss stared at her, one brow raised. "Sorry, sorry. What were you sayin'?"
"I were sayin'," Weiss mocked, "you've been out of it since the party started. You're usually in everyone's business, meeting people, telling crappy jokes, and maybe even slipping some tongue. But all you've done for the past hour is sit there, drinking soda, and having that same sad look on your face."
"Yeah, sorry." She scratched her head. "Just a lot on my mind."
"What, because of Pyrrha?"
"Nah, she's got her own issues." Yang waved off, not at all concerned about her rival maybe, possibly having a crush on her. "What I'm worried about is Ruby."
"Ruby?" Weiss reeled a bit. "Your sister? Isn't she a senior now?"
"Yeah, she's growin' up real fast." Yang chuckled. "Too fast and not enough. For the past week, she's been holed up in her room, playing video games in the dark. It's not healthy."
"Agreed." Weiss nodded. "My older sister was telling me something similar. A lot of her new recruits have been spending more time in their barracks at their computers than out on the field doing PT."
"Well, Ruby ain't gonna join the military." Yang said, looking around for wood to knock. She did, then continued. "Still, I wish she had a way to get out there and make some new friends."
"Yo! Yang!" Pyrrha stepped out, face red from drinking. "There you are!"
"Oh, hey, P-Money!" Yang looked to her. "What's up?"
"You never told me you had a GameCube!"
"Uh, it's my sister's," Yang clarified, "why?"
"Because some kid is totally kicking ass at Pokémon on it!"
"Some kid?" Yang stood up. "What does she look like?"
"Xiao Long!" Yang watched as Pyrrha was squeezed around by Emerald. "Some kid is playing Pokémon, and I can't get my boyfriend to look at me for more than five seconds because of her!"
"What?!"
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Ruby was loving this! She hated all the attention, the eyes either on the back of her head or on where her fingers flicked on the GameCube controller, but she was loving the cheers and excitement from her fans!
Her fans! She had fans! Drunken, older kids, but still fans!
But she had to stay focused. This was it. After almost an hour of playing, going toe-to-to with the best of the best in the Pokémon League. Her rival, Ass, stood across from her, ready to prove once and for all, who was the very best, like no one ever was!
Ass sent out Pidgeot, and Ruby sent out Mimi. Would Sparky be better? Sure, but Ruby had an audience, and an audience demanded a show. So she was going to give them one.
Pidgeot used Agility, while Mimi used Pursuit. Pidgeot used Quick Attack, hitting Mimi. This continued until Pidgeot fainted, marking the first trial completed in Ruby's long road to victory. The crowd roared!
"Hell yeah!"
"Let's go!"
"King of the Skies!"
"She's a girl."
"Oh... It still works."
Next was Alakazam. Mimi was quick on the pursuit, but was still weakened by the previous match. With one Psychic attack, Mimi was down, earning shouts of disapproval from her fans. She shook it off and continued on.
Sparky was the next to come out, dodging another Psychic before countering with Flash! Accuracy down! Dodge! Agility! The crowd were on the edge of their seats! Thunder! Hit! Psychic! Hit! Thunder! Alakazam goes down! The crowd cheers!
"That was risky." Jaune said. "You got lucky."
"Yeah, but," Ruby looked to everyone behind her, "they don't mind."
"Well, this show isn't over yet." Jaune smiled, then looked to the screen. "Especially with that."
Rhydon. There was no way Sparky was going to win this. But what Ruby could do was set up the match for a quick victory. Raichu let out a final Flash before being snuffed out by an Earthquake. Ruby challenged him with Queeny.
"Ruby..." Jaune warned.
"I got this."
Queeny made short work with Surf, earning quadruple damage to the Rhydon, which equaled to another fast victory. Ruby's heart pounded, curious to who would be next. Unfortunately, her opponent was an Exeggutor. Before she could pull a Toxic, another Psychic knocked Queeny out hard, earning a critical hit for the bad guys.
"Ooh! She cracked!"
"Eggsactly!"
"She's gettin' scrambled!"
"I... don't have an egg pun."
Ruby moved quickly to Cressant and clicked to select her.
"Ruby, wait!" She stopped, looking to Jaune. "Think about it. You played this before, so who's next?"
"Exeggutor, Blastoise..." Ruby knit her brow. "Right. I can't risk Charizard yet." Ruby backed out, choosing her other Fire-Type. "Let's go, Ember!"
"Bro, Flareon has no moves!"
Ruby flicked around and unleashed a Flamethrower on her opponent, quick and easy. This left her in a three-to-two match against Ass, who sent out Blastoise. Everyone gasped, but Ruby had a plan.
Blastoise used Hydro Pump, knocking out Flareon. Okay, it wasn't a good plan, but she had something. Sleepy was sent in response. Special Defense may have been high, but Ruby was going to Psychic as hard as she could as Hydro Pump was expended. The second war of attrition continued until a critical hit Skull Bash final put down Sleepy.
Two to one. Charizard vs Blastoise. Not good. Not good at all. Ruby needed a plan. She just had to think.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Agh, leave it to a dumb kid to screw it up!"
"Ah, crap! I gotta get back! I got work tomorrow."
Everyone was getting angry. They were feeling disappointed. She was letting them down. What would happen if she lost? What names were they gonna call her? She felt her throat close up. She... She was going to cry.
"Ruby, I have an idea." She felt a hand on her shoulder. "We cheat."
Ruby sniffed. "Wh-What?"
"You already played this so many times before, right?" He smiled. "So why don't you just use what you learned to get here?"
"Oh... Oh!" Ruby nodded, going to her bag. It might cost her Cressant, but it would be worth it. Ruby used a revive on Sleepy.
Blastoise used Hydro Pump. Cressant fainted. Ruby sent out Sleepy. Sleepy used Rest and recovered HP. Blastoise attacked. Ruby used Revive. Blastoise attacked. Ruby used Revive. This went on until Sleepy fainted. It was now two against five.
Sparky was sent out. Sparky used Thunder. It missed. Blastoise tucked it's head in. Sparky used Thunder. It missed. Blastoise used Skull Bash! Sparky fainted.
"What the hell?"
"That's cheap."
"Like you never did that before?"
Ruby sent out Mimi. Blastoise used Hydro Pump. It hit, but it didn't take Mimi out. Mimi used Mirror Move. It hit! Blastoise goes down!
Ass sends out his last, Arcanine, who used Fire Blast to make quick work of Mimi.
"Ha! Roasted!"
Ruby was about to send out Cressant, then paused. She flicked up and chose Ember.
"Bro, Flareon has no moves!"
"You mean like you have no jokes?" Ruby snarked back. The crowd jumped and laughed as the failed jokester got burned! Speaking of, the battle heated up in these final moments.
Flareon used Smog, poisoning Arcanine. Arcanine used Take Down, dealing massive damage to Flareon. But Flareon, much like Ruby, wasn't easy to put down. Flareon used dug underground. Arcanine used Take Down, but it missed!
Everyone watched with baited breath. They knew it was coming, but they didn't when. Finally, Flareon emerged, using Dig! It's super effective!
...But not enough for Arcanine, who used Take Down! Flareon fainted! Arcanine was hurt in recoil!
BAH! BAH-DAH-DAH! BAH-DAH-DAH!
The crowd roars in it's excitement! Everyone jumps and cheers. They even began singing the Pokémon show theme!
"I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS!"
Ruby leapt into Jaune, wrapping her arms around his neck and, because she was so excited, she kissed him! On the lips!
"RUBY ROSE!"
The excitement screeched to a halt as Ruby watched her sister approach. She slid away from Jaune, suddenly feeling very small. Her sister glanced between them before grabbing Jaune by his collar and taking a deep whiff. She hummed before letting go, but gave a grunt as she refocused on Ruby. She felt so embarrassed.
"Heh, that was pretty sneaky, little sister." Yang grinned. "Stealing a win and my party out from under me? Nice work~!"
"Oh, uh, thanks, Yang!"
Ruby felt good again. Really good! She hated parties like these, but she really came into her own and pulld off a thrilling performance that had left people wanting more! Nothing could bring her down!
"So, who's your boyfriend~?" Yang teased.
"Oh boy..." Ruby flushed.
#rwby#ruby rose#Pokémon#jaune arc#yang xiao long#weiss schnee#pyrrha nikos#emerald sustrai#lancaster#greek fire
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