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wanderingchocolateeclair · 3 years

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A BIG collection of my favourite randomly generated incorrect quotes with the top 5 (+ edgejeanist unsurprisingly - I think I got pretty lucky for that part) :

@ohpleaseiwillendyou idk I just thought you might enjoy these 🥰

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Tsunagu: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Shinya: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

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Enji: You remind me of the ocean.

Shinya: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Enji: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

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Tsunagu: Where the devil is Shinya?

Rumi: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?

Keigo : Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Keigo : Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Tsunagu: But are you shuffling?

Keigo : Everyday.

Shinya: What language are you two speaking??

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Tsunagu: So, what are we doing?

Shinya: Wasting our lives.

Tsunagu: I meant for lunch...

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Keigo: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Rumi: Eyy, homie!

Shinya: But then there's cootie...

Tsunagu: Die.

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Enji: What does “take out” mean?

Keigo: Food.

Rumi: Dating.

Tsunagu: Murder.

Shinya: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Rumi: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Enji: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Tsunagu: if you want information it is

Keigo : why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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*playing twister*

Rumi: Right hand red.

Shinya: *ends up on top of Tsunagu*

Tsunagu: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Rumi: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Shinya: What do we think of Tsunagu?

*pause*

Keigo : *sighs* Nice pal.

Enji: I think he’s gay.

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Keigo : What do rainbows mean to you?

Tsunagu: Gay rights.

Shinya: There's money.

Rumi: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood.

Enji: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

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Tsunagu: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Keigo : If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Rumi: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Enji: Drunk.

Shinya: Wasted.

Tsunagu: Dead.

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Enji: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Keigo : An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Shinya: A realist sees a freight train.

Tsunagu: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Rumi: Is this your plan B?

Shinya: Technically, this is plan P.

Rumi: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Shinya: Yes, but I marry Tsunagu in plan M.

Tsunagu: I like plan M.

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Kidnapper: We have your child

Enji: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Enji: Oh god, you have Keigo

(I kinda wanted to change this particular one to Tsunagu, but I think it’s funnier if Enji says this one - especially with the ‘I don’t have a child’ lmao)

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Tsunagu: Time for plan G.

Enji: Don’t you mean plan B?

Tsunagu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Keigo : What about plan D?

Tsunagu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Rumi: What about plan E?

Tsunagu: I’m hoping not to use it. Shinya dies in plan E.

Shinya: I like plan E.

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Shinya: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Tsunagu and I are dating.

Tsunagu, Rumi, Keigo , and Enji: *gasp*

Shinya: Tsunagu, why are you surprised?!

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Uh oh I’m getting carried away there’s so much more:

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Enji: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Keigo, Tsunagu , & Rumi: Okay.

Enji: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Keigo: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Tsunagu : Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Rumi: Bold of you to assume I can die.

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Keigo : Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…

Enji: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.

Keigo : Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…

Tsunagu: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

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Shinya: Can we go out to get icecream?

Tsunagu: Did you ask Rumi?

Shinya: She said no.

Tsunagu: Then why did you ask me?

Shinya: She’s not the boss of you.

Tsunagu, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Keigo : Where's Shinya?

Rumi: Don't worry, I'll find him.

Rumi, shouting: Tsunagu sucks!

Shinya, distantly: Tsunagu is the best person ever! F*ck you!

Rumi: Found him.

(I am genuinely surprised with how lucky I got with these ones, they make me so happy wow)

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Shinya, watching Enji & Tsunagu panic : What's going on?

Keigo : Enji is having a midlife crisis and Tsunagu is just having a crisis.

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Rumi: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Keigo : Several traffic violations.

Shinya: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Tsunagu: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Enji: Also, that’s not our car.

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Shinya: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Tsunagu: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Shinya: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Tsunagu: Is it working?

(Again, was not expecting this one to be randomly generated but hey I’m definitely not complaining lmao plus he’d totally do this)

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Tsunagu: Rumi, what do you have?

Rumi: A KNIFE!

Tsunagu: Okay, have fu-

Shinya: NO!

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Shinya, with Enji and Keigo behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Shinya: Oh, my God—

Police: Wha-

Shinya: Tsunagu FELL OFF!

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Enji: You know you can die from that, right?

Keigo: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Shinya: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Tsunagu: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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Shinya, trying to convince Enji to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!

Keigo: And loud!

Tsunagu: And grumpy!

Rumi: And oblivious to reality!

Enji:

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*

Shinya: Rude.

Tsunagu: That's fair.

Enji: Not again.

Rumi: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Keigo: Shinya-

Shinya: *sighs* Tsunagu used to call me Shinya...

Keigo: ...Because it's your f*cking name.

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Rumi: Do you cook?

Tsunagu: I made a cake once.

Shinya: Yeah, it was good.

Tsunagu: Really?

Shinya: Don’t make me lie twice, Tsunagu.

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Enji: And now for a gay update with Shinya and Tsunagu.

Tsunagu: Getting gayer.

Enji: Thank you, Tsunagu.

(Of course of course)

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Tsunagu: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Shinya: Sure!

Shinya: Whats your favorite color?

Tsunagu, laser focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

(This is accurate. Why is this accurate ahaha)

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Tsunagu: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

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Ahaha okay I think that’s enough it’s late now- I have way more but hey, that’ll have to be later

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years

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A Real Boy - Chapter 4

"I don't know about going to Bruce Wayne, Tim... I mean, Clark said he's... unhinged." Conner told him. "A non-magi who obtained magi powers and use it to do good behind a mask? Really? If I don't know consequences of my action and whatnot, I'd probably use my powers to like, rule the world or something."

"And do what with the world under your orders? Make them allow you eat french fries and milkshakes at every meal?" Tim retorted.

"Oh no, that's Bart. But I could, you know." Conner replied nonchalantly. "But fries and shakes should be every day meal, anyway, along with bacon. I don't see why not. And for the love of all things mighty, while we're on the subject: in bacon we trust. I don't understand the concept of vegan bacon. If it's called bacon, it should have been made of animal parts. If there's no animal in it, it's veggie chips."

"City people don't burn as much calories on daily basis as you do, farmboy." Jason quipped. "Or like a speedster. But anyway, matter at hand! We - or more specifically, I - don't see Wayne as dangerous, and as you've pointed out yourself, he's been trying to resolve the issues between the faes and other kinds for quite a good long time now."

"He still gets his magi powers through an exchange with the devil or something, and I don't like it." Conner pointed out.

"Actually, he didn't make exchanges. He trained for his magi. You know that there are plenty of loose magical powers everywhere, right?" Jason tested.

"No?" Tim and Conner replied in unison, in the same tone. "How does that work?" Tim wanted to know.

"People like your dad, Tim, when they denied their heritage, their... essence-- or their mana, if you'd rather; would depart their bodies and just... leave. Other people can catch it through years - if not decades - of extensive training and make it their own." Jason explained. "On people like Wayne, the manifestation of the magick won't be as strong as those who was born with it. But it's there."

"Your dad was a witch? I thought it was your mom..." Conner commented.

"No, she wasn't. She was... a fae, apparently." Tim told him hesitantly. Conner - like all of his other friends, never asked of where their parents came from. Tim knew of his friends' heritage, largely because he looked them up. But they had never asked for his, and he has never told. Heck, he had only found out that his dad was a magi and mom was a fae when Jason told him. He was not sure of how Conner would react.

"Oh cool," was Conner's reaction. Tension promptly left Tim's body as he released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Jason's hand pressed on his back helped, as Jason seemed to notice Tim's tenseness even before Tim did. "So anyway, when a homo-magi denied their heritage - what does that even mean? I mean how could you just go up and say, 'dude, what even is magick and I don't want it kthanksbye'? Isn't it like saying something along the line of 'hey, I'm not Asian' in spite of like, having actual Asian-origin parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and so on?"

"Yeeeah, not so much. The essence is not visible, right? Unlike your Asian or African or European heritage that can be seen through your hair, eyes, or skin color. It's more like..." Jason paused as he searched for a comparison. "I dunno... More like the wolf saying I'm not wild therefore I'm not a wolf, but a dog?"

"Oookay..." Conner glared at Jason contemplatively. "Weird, but I can actually digest that. Surprise. Okay, so someone like Tim's dad forsaken his essence, and said essence just do a free-flow around the world until someone like Bruce Wayne come around and snatched it?"

"That-- is the very short nutshell version of it. Like a single-nut's shell." Jason almost snickered.

"But it's not gonna be necessarily Tim's dad's essence?" Conner clarified.

"No, not necessarily." Jason confirmed. "That was just an example."

"So Bruce Wayne had actually trained and get his magick essence." Tim remarked. "Why him? I mean, there's got to be more people like him, right? People who has trained hard and earned magickal abilities."

"Yes and no. Yes, there are people like him who'd trained hard and get a magickal essence. But most of them would have sacrificed something - or someone - to get to where Bruce is. The best those others could do is maybe make a rabbit come out of a hat. Or lasers out of their fingers or eyes or whatever orifice they opted it to come out from. And I could only name a very small handful who would use it to protect others."

That logic Tim could understand. Nobody who lived in Gotham hasn't heard of Bruce Wayne, the metaphorical 'Prince' of Gotham. The only heir of Wayne family after five solid generations of money that built Gotham City. Bruce had lost his parents to murder that happened in a robbery gone bad when he was ten. And after a stint-slash-disappearing overseas, he reemerged in Gotham some years ago and stated right away that he was going to fix it. He has been pouring money and effort and support and all that is needed to rebuild Gotham from the slum it was once to the metropolitan city it is today.

The magi side of Tim, however, knew that the money and effort and support and planning were not the only things Bruce Wayne had given. Once upon a time, Tim had seen Bruce out at night, wearing a bat mask that covered half his face and cape that flowed around him menacingly. He was working in stopping magi-based crimes. The lore of the 'Bat-man' has been around since Tim was about three or four, and a few years ago, he had finally managed to see it on his own.

There were many monsters - to put it mildly - that were stopped by Bruce's alter ego before they could hurt their prey. Vampirical magis who had tried to use blood or other humans' life or fear to boost their powers; demonic misfits who only wanted to destroy and hurt others for their own benefit; miscreant goblins and hoarders who did not care for the non-magis in lieu of possession of random artifacts or cursed objects, and abandoned mystical beasts that needed to feed after they were discarded by their previous owners.

Yes, Bruce Wayne has done a lot of good for Gotham. But still, he was a warlock - someone who hunts magical beings and creatures. Even if he had - so far - done it behind a mask and only toward magis who abused their powers, Tim was a magi. Likewise with his teammates. Cassie's magick might be more... tolerable for Wayne, known for his association with Cassie's mentor, Diana Prince. But Rachel? Rachel was a full-on demon with a demon as her dad.

Which made it a not-good idea to cross path with Bruce Wayne, a warlock.

The only thing Tim would have asked, if he would ever cross Bruce Wayne in person - preferably in private, is why would he hide his face. It's not like the authorities would do anything to stop him if they knew it was him, anyway. A magi could probably tell right away who he was, mask or no mask. He was fooling no one in Tim's side of the world.

"Yeeeah, regardless. Clark said he's pretty hard on his stance against magickal things. Claimed he'd only used his abilities to contain rogue magicks. Personally, I'm not comfortable that you'd bring Tim to him. He's... he could find out about our gang." Conner argued.

"Annnd... your gang isn't exactly a 'bad kids' gang', anyway. What's your problem?" Jason countered.

"He doesn't sound like someone who could be reasoned with." Conner deadpanned.

"He's a Gothamite born and bred." Jason countered.

"Eh, he's got a point." Tim shrugged. Gothamites were not people to be reasoned with. They just do things or don't do things. "'Sides, that's kind of exactly what I'm like." he added.

"You can still be reasoned with," Conner argued.

"I'm also sixteen. Wayne is-- what? In his 30s? He's got to have a lot more experience and reasons why he can't be reasoned with. All I would need to do is talk to him and tell him of Jason's warning. It stands to reason that he'd never heard of anything like this if he doesn't have a familiar."

Conner sighed exasperatedly. "Fine," he eventually said. "But please remember, once Wayne knows of us, we may not be safe. So please, please, please, please leave the lot of us out of this."

"That's a lot of 'please'," Jason commented.

"That's to emphasize just how much I mean it." Conner retorted.

"Okay! Oh my goddess, you don't have to be dramatic!"

"Besides, who said he hasn't known about you all, yet?" Jason grinned impishly, and Tim felt like tossing the coffee pot to his head when Jason turned to him and warned. "Don't. Even."

Tim rolled his eyes. "Tell me his personality is generic and isn't an aspect of mine." he told Conner.

"No, you're a lot more fun and less sass." Conner replied, and then frowned; "...or is it more sass and less fun? Or more fund - with a 'd'? Anyway, no he's not like you."

"That's a relief..." Tim dryly remarked. "...at least I know that you think highly of my funding abilities."

"Hey, I'm just a poor farm boy." Conner replied, smiling sweetly.

"...so you relinquished your dignity to let Tim be your sugar daddy. Yay." Jason quipped.

The coffeepot came flying toward Jason's head manually, courtesy of Conner, and Jason cackled while avoiding it.

"Guys, really..." Tim sighed, glaring forlornly at the spilled coffee. Nary a drop of it had hit Jason, nor the pot that he had caught neatly. But there was a large line of coffee puddle across the living room now. "You two derps better clean that up, or I'll throw something bigger and heavier and magickal-er next!"

#Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Magi!AU #JayTim #Conner Kent #bruce weber #no-capeAU

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inuykago · 6 years

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return to the place where we first. . .

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY (6/15) TO MY WONDERFUL FRIEND @l0st-amul3t 💕💖💝🌸

please enjoy this decently-written drabble I attempted to write for you and everyone please greet this great person & talented artist a happy birthday (by pm-ing her or reply below bc her ask isn't working..???)!

ALSO, a BIG shoutout to my other amazing friend @stubbornhalfbreed for suggesting this idea to me in my time of crucial writer’s block ♡.

p.s. there’s a sappy hbd note after the story

{canon. inukag. 1524 words.}

“Ka-go-me!” Inuyasha shouted as he slid the kitchen door open.

He looked down at Sota, Mama, and Jiichan who were all at the kitchen table eating dinner. Their mouths were half-full, ready to take another bite, as Inuyasha’s mouth took shape of an “o.”

“INU NO NIICHAN!” Sota exclaimed as he rushed over to hug the pupper. “Wait a second,” the boy pulled back, still gripping Inuyasha, “Weren’t you here this morning?”

Inuyasha’s cheeks turned red as he noticed Kagome’s mom and grampa smirk at the boy’s question, “N-No!” He pulled away, “T-That wasn’t me.” He pouted and crossed his arms.

“Eh?” Sota pointed at him. “But who else wo-”

Inuyasha hurried to cover his mouth and laughed nervously, “D-Don’t listen to him.” He released Sota like nothing happened -- the boy catching his breath-- “Is Kagome home?”

“Sorry, Inuyasha,” she smiled sadly. “Kagome has been out all day at the library studying with her friends,” she said as she took another bite of her food. “But, if you really wanna see her-”

“W-What?!” he cleared his throat. “I j-just wanted some more ninja food… th-that’s all,” he lied terribly.

Gramps nodded sarcastically as he ate his noodles, “I see.”

Inuyasha wasn’t sure if it was his mind playing tricks or if they were all suggesting that he was dying to see her. See her? Kagome? Why the heck would I care?!: is what he thought; but I do kind of miss her… and her nagging… her annoying voice… her…: is how he knew he felt.

“Inu no niichan!” the boy shook him out of his daydream.

Inuyasha shook his head -- hoping no one noticed he zoned out -- and looked down, “You can wait with me if you want! We can play video games and watch TV!”

“You mean the magic box?” he seriously asked.

Sota nodded and grabbed his hand before he even had a chance to think.

It was already 9 p.m.; the sky was dark and the stars were already high in the sky. Jiichan had fallen asleep on the chair in the living room while Sota was passed out on the floor with the controller in his left hand and the TV on full-blast with a virtual fighting game on the screen.

Mama had her face flat on the kitchen table, snoozing away with a dish rag in one hand and a half-clean plate in the other. Buyo was making his way to sleep on Sota’s stomach as Kagome closed the front door and made her way upstairs.

“Jeez, why is everyone already asleep?” she mumbled to herself as she rolled her shoulders. “Have I really been gone that long?”

She sighed as she let her yellow stuffed backpack slide off her back and drop to the ground. She fluffed her hair before getting ready to unbutton her shirt as she turned to the mirror and exclaimed:

“INU-INUYASHA?!”

The exhausted pup immediately fell off the bed, making a long ‘thud’ noise. He rubbed his head and immediately ran over and smushed his forehead against Kagome’s in (fake) extreme rage, “Why would you do that?!”

“Why would I….?!” she yelled as she shoved her forehead back against his. “Why are you in my room?!”

“Wh-what I’m not --” he stopped and took a look around -- “...oh.” He nervously laughed, but refused to let her win, “W-Well, where have you been all day?! All week?!”

Kagome laughed sarcastically, “Oh, now you wanna get all uptight about where I am?”

Inuyasha lowered his ears in fear, “N-No…”

“Where were you all those times you randomly ran off??” she crossed her arms. “Hmmmm?”

At first, he got mad that she even brought it up -- yes, I was with Kikyo, but dammit, Kagome… it’s not what you think... : is what he thought, but:

“Look,” he eased up his tone. “I j-just… j-just… the gang misses you,” is what he said.

Kagome sighed because she thought he was gonna say something more meaningful, “Okay…,” she put her finger on her chin. “But what does that have to do with being here --” she waved her arms in a circle -- “in my room?”

Inuyasha panicked, “I-It’s not like I miss you or a-anything!”

For some reason, something in Kagome broke, “... Stupid.”

“Stupid?”

“Yes…,” she lowered her head and closed her fists. “BAKA, BAKA, BAKA!” Inuyasha shuddered, not knowing what to do, “Leave….me alone…”

“W-What?” he reached out to her, but she turned away.

“GO,” she shouted as he crawled away, and out the window.

He stared back into the window before he shut it behind him. She threw herself onto her bed and covered her eyes, almost as if she were to cry. Inuyasha felt bad for what he said, but at least he knew that it worked.

FIVE DAYS LATER

“Inuyasha? Miroku?” Kagome called out into the forest. “Shippo-chan? Sango-chan?”

She looked from left to right as she pushed herself out of the well. The breeze was nice and the sun was hiding shyly behind the clouds; a butterfly followed her on the way out, just like when she had first arrived in the feudal era.

“G-Guys?” she muttered as she finally saw the gang in the distance.

Inuyasha was yelling at Miroku while he ignored the pup’s shouts. Sango was laughing with Kirara, enjoying the amusement, while Shippo was acting “innocent” helping Kaede with the crops -- so basically a normal day.

“Kagome!” Shippo exclaimed as he ran to her and jumped into her arms. “We missed you… Especially that one --” he whispered, pointing to Inuyasha-- “where have you been?”

She giggled, rubbing his head, “I’ve been busy with my studies.” She smiled, “I’m sorry I haven’t been around.” She looked over at Inuyasha, “At least, I’m finally free on this special day!!”

Shippo tilted his head, “special… day?”

“Very funny, Shippo…,” she giggled nervously as he jumped down. “I only talked about it every day for the last two weeks…”

Did they really forget it’s my birthday?

She walked over to Inuyasha, and his eyes lit up, but he shook his head trying to hide the fact that it did.

“Today’s a special day, isn’t??” she pouted and put her hands behind her back, sway back and front, waiting for someone to answer.

Inuyasha, Miroku and Sango all looked at each other -- left to right, right to left -- before shrugging and a complete blank look on their faces.

“Eh?” Inuyasha scratched his head. “What’s so special about today?” He turned to Miroku, “Did he not hit on anyone today?”

It was almost as if fumes began smoking out of Kagome for reasons, and Sango for, well, other reasons. The two girls tried to contain themselves while the boys continued to be clueless.

Inuyasha noticed the death stares on their faces, “W-What did I do?”

Miroku jabbed his staff onto Inuyasha’s head, following the rude remark -- Shippo dug his feet into the dirt trying to hold Inuyasha back.

“Anyways…,” Miroku turned to Kagome. “Ahh, you’re right!” He put his hand on her shoulder, “It is a special day!”

“See!!” she jumped up and down. “Thank you, Miroku!”

He took a deep breath, “There’s a festival going on in the village over!”

Kagome fell straight to the floor. She rubbed her head as Inuyasha and Shippo exclaimed “FREE FOOD” and Miroku yelled “SINGLE LADIES.”

The two ladies sighed again, lowering their heads in unison.

Sango laid a hand on Kagome, reassuring her friend, “Don’t worry.” She smiled softly, “I know why it’s a special day.”

“Really?!” Kagome let herself get excited once again.

“Yes,” Sango slowly walked over to Miroku. “Today is when…,” she smirked at him, “Houshisama gets what’s coming to him.”

She leaned into the monk, closed her eyes, and threw a nice jab to the face.

Inuyasha and Shippo rolled around on the floor, laughing uncontrollably as they grabbed their stomachs while Sango was satisfied and walked away with sass.

“Sigh,” Kagome breathed. “Whatever, you guys can go.”

She walked away from the loud noises of Inuyasha’s laugher and Miroku’s complaining. She slid the door open to Kaede’s hut and quietly sat next to the pot, sulking in her thoughts.

“Kagome,” she turned around. “Why are you so sad? Isn’t it your birthday?”

The girl gave a weak smile, “Thanks for remembering, Kaede.” She sighed for the tenth time, “But the others don’t…”

“Oh,” the lady thought to herself. “Well, let me make you a special soup; it’ll make you feel better.”

She nodded slowly and watched Kaede leave the hut.

“It worked,” Kaede whispered to the gang.

“Kaede… where… are … you,” she tried to feel around her, but it was nothing but air. “Taking… me… ?”

“SURPRISE!!!”

Kaede removed her blindfold and before her was a huge birthday banner hung across the well. Flowers of different colors were planted around it and tables with different foods and cakes were placed on two tables.

The gang wore party hats and yelled in excitement -- they all looked stupid, but it still made Kagome’s heart melt.

Inuyasha walked up to her, “I wanted to celebrate your birthday in the place where we first met.”

ok here’s the sappiness:

it is 2am as I write this. Me you and Jocelyn are on a call together and I couldn’t have asked for better friends. Sakura, I’m so glad you messaged me that one time when I was overreacting over nothing. Thank you for making me laugh even when I don’t even want to. I hate when you make fun of my autocorrect and you try to make me talk to boys. But I'm so grateful for having you as a friend and being part of this great little friend group that we have. #thonkforever 💕

#aj writes fics #inukag #l0st-amul3t #stubbornhalfbreed #inukag fanfic #inukag fanfiction #inuyashaxkagome

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ninjasheep12 · 7 years

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Two-bit x Reader

Reader is new in Tulsa and has a hard time making friends until she meets Two-bit who introduces her to the gang. (Y/b/n)=your brothers name (Y/h/l) (Y/h/c) As I set the -what I hoped to be- last box onto the hardwood floor, I straightened out my back, hearing the endless cracks and pops. You'd just moved to Tulsa Oklahoma and spent all day carrying heavy boxes and bags to your new bedroom. The new house was older, set in a cheaper part of town but you didn't mind much. Your room was on the second story and you didn't have to share with your brother which was why you were so excited. But the reason you moved here with your stepdad wasn't the least bit exciting. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I find my way downstairs. My brother, (y/b/n), took dad's pickup truck into town to find a job and my father was probably out looking for a bar. I work my way through the endless boxes and furniture, heading out onto the porch. I figured a little exploring wouldn't hurt anything. Taking out the town map you had collected earlier from a convenient store, you decided to see what all was around the area. There was an ice-cream parlor about an hours walk away- but you didn't feel like walking that far even for ice-cream. There was a DX station about 30-40 minutes away... that was also far. After letting out a small sigh, you finally say "Screw it." and begin your walk to the DX. While walking, I took in the run down neighborhood. There was a house here and there that was nicer, but everything was pretty much cheaper. Not that you were complaining. You had a sudden wave of worry hit you. What if people didn't like you? Your clothes were cheap, stained or torn, you always wore your hair the same (a ponytail), you didn't wear makeup or own three pairs of shoes either. To top of off you always wore a leather jacket. You were a little more chubby asset from the girls you've already seen here, and you were shorter, too. You had (y/e/c) eyes and (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair. Most of the girls you saw were blonde- even if it was cheaply dyed that way. As you passed the lot, you watched a few boys laughing as they played football. The ball flew in the air and as the tallest boy went to catch it, he stumbled over his feet. Their laughs made you want to laugh too. When you accidentally did laugh, all three turned to face you. One was shorter with dark skin and wore a blue jean jacket, the second wore a purple jacket and had his blonde hair greased back; the last which was the tallest, had on a brown leather jacket. As soon as they turned I began walking again, not noticing that I had stopped. I walked faster than I had beforehand. That was embarrassing. Once I got to the DX, I grabbed a few sodas and went to the front counter. As soon as I got to the counter, a tall guy, maybe around my age welcomed me. I play it off cool, only having a few necessary few words as I silently took in his movie-star-like looks. I could only think he looked familiar but I didn't say anything about it. As I tried to walk away, he pretty much kept trying to pull me into an unwanted conversation. (You were a bit of a people pleaser so you didn't show the annoyance.) "My name is Sodapop by the way, ma'am." "Sodapop?" You questioned. "Yeah," he turned a little red at the question, running a hand over his jeans pockets. "What's your last name is what I was implying." I felt a bit guilty. He probably has his name questioned a lot. I didn't mean it like that. "Curtis." He smiled, his ego coming back a bit. "I'm (y/f/n) (y/l/n). I outta get goin though." The way he looked at me and tried to keep conversation gave me a wrong feeling. Back in New York I would always get jumped. Some of the men would do bad things and for some reason I felt scared. He had a calming atmosphere about him, but my nerves got the best of me. I couldn't shake the idea away. The past two weeks were a deadly poison in your veins. You were ready to die. Currently you were hiding in the gym bathroom, hot tears sliding down your cheeks. One of the rich girls, a Soc as you'd heard them call themselves, has straight up punched you in your right eye for not reason. You watched the black and purple colors show up on your face through the mirror. You hoped no one had saw the tears as you went to the bathroom to hide. Over the years you'd grown unbelievably sensitive although you tried your best to hide it. However that was hard when you feared everything. It didn't help that both the Socs and Greasers seemed to hate you. This was the first you've cried since you moved to Tulsa and you definitely weren't going to cry your eyes out here. You'd wait until you were alone, perhaps in the park later on. Brushing your tears away, you pull your big brothers hat out of your schoolbag- which used to be your mothers- and put it on, pulling it over your right eye. I kept telling myself to suck it up as I left the bathroom. Instantly an arm blocks my way. It was a guy's arm, a little bit of muscle told me so. A chill crawled down your spine as you followed the black leather sleeve up to a face. You recognized the boy from your history class. His dark blackish hair was neatly greased back, his grayish eyes stared into your visible (y/e/c) eye for a few moments before you looked down. You barely noticed the two people with him, one on each side. It took a minute to realize- you seen the Mickey Mouse shirt. He was the greaser always cracking jokes in that class. One time in particular you remembered- it was just earlier that day. The class was taking a test when he began to crack up. "H-hey- what do you call-a-" he held up a finger as he tried to breathe. "What do you call a horse that can't lose a race? Sherbet." The class laughed, Socs and all. You merely smiled. You noticed the two boys at his sides. Both you recognized from two weeks back in the lot. Your face reddened at the memory. The first had tanned skin and a blue jeans jacket. He was in your science class. You remember his name started with a J but you couldn't remember more than that- other than the time he accidentally fogged up the room during a chemistry lesson. The other boy was blonde headed and wore a purple zip up jacket. You knew his name was Ponyboy. He was in your English class, he always had the best writings. You didn't have to be in class long to figure that out. You weren't too good with names you you silently tried to recall them. "Hey, ya alright there, kid?" The boys voice broke your thoughts and you quickly nodded. He gave you a small smile. "Saw ya gettin smacked 'round a bit, thought they'd got ya good." "I'm fine." You fake a smile and look up in his grayish eyes. For someone who jokes in class he seemed to care a little bit. "You're the new kid right?" He changed the subject, putting a hand into his jacket pocket. "Yeah, I am." You didn't know what to say. For a greaser you weren't really good at conversations. You saw Ponyboy elbow the guy in the side before he shoved Pony back a little, turning to you again. "I'm Two-bit. Two-bit Mathews. This is Johnny Cade, and this is Ponyboy Curtis." He points at the boys and you give an awkward wave, wondering what he was getting at. "Anyways, to the point right? Are you busy after school?" Two-bit asks. "I've got some homework and need to take my dog out but other than that no." You think back to your dog. His name was (y/d/n). He was a huge dog, no doubt about it. You'd convinced your father to let you keep him when you moved here. He was lazy and ate two meals a day, staying with you in your room if you cried. He was the only one ever there. Some days you'd take him into the yard and play with him until you heard your dad's truck coming up the road. It took away some of the stress. "You've got a dog?" Ponyboy sounded a bit excited and you laughed a little. "Yes his name is (y/d/n)." He nods. "What kind is he?" You tell him you weren't really sure, that you thought he was a mix of a Pyrenees. "I read that they're big dogs. There was a guy in this book I read, he had one and it was always wrecking something when it wagged its tail." "I think a retriever is more known for the strong tail thing, but yes it can happen. (Y/d/n) is a lazy boy." You inform. The boys nod. "How about we walk you home? You're always walkin out by your lonesome and we see ya gettin jumped." "The Socs, I tell ya they ain't nothin good." Ponyboy and Two-bit practically growl through their clenched teeth at the mere mention of Socs. Johnny Cade, as you now knew, was really quiet. "Hey," Two-but suddenly beamed. You gave him a look so he continued. "If you want, I can introduce you to all our gang. You haven't made many friends so you can hang out with us if you'd like." Before you thought it through, you found yourself saying yes. The agreement was that they'd walk you home and you'd put your bags away, change clothes, and get your dog for a walk. When you finished with that, they'd take you to the Curtis household where Ponyboy lived with his two older brothers. They said pretty much everyone is always there. It was at the Curtis house or the DX station. School passed by shockingly fast. You quickly emptied your locker- it was Friday and you needed to study for "Testing Week" as you called it. You had a test in every class next week; a mile run in gym, too. You needed to ready yourself. You paused past a few greasers and Socs starting a fight over something and slip out the front doors. The boys were already leaned up against the wall, all smoking a cigarette. "Ready to go?" Two-bit asks, standing straight and walking your way. You nod and start off, the boys with you. Two-bit playfully walks backwards in front of you so you can maintain a conversation. Johnny is at your left and Ponyboy walked on your right. "I like Mickey Mouse." Two-but was naming off things he liked because you'd asked the boys to talk about themselves. So far Two-bit loves his switchblade- which he'd pulled out to show you- he loved his leather jacket, drinking, cake, Mickey Mouse, rumbles, and girls. You rolled your eyes and laughed as he talked about himself. When he seemed to finish, you asked Ponyboy what he was like. He mentioned his two brothers again-both were older- he said that he liked writing, reading, and when he was bored he'd draw something. He said he was in the track team and named some movies he couldn't wait to go see. By the time it was Johnny's turn he seemed to be focused on something else. You noticed every so often he'd look behind him then quickly turn back around. You waited until he did it again, and casually looked behind you, too. You always had curiosity and you wish you hadn't turned. Behind you guys was a blue mustang. It slowly crept up, maybe a football fields lengths away from you. You weren't sure what Socs were doing in greaser territory, but it probably wasn't because they wanted to play a nice game of football. "My house is just two minutes from here. If you want, Johnny, we can run." You noticed the fear he had when he looked backwards. Perhaps he feared being jumped. Johnny looked surprised that you noticed what he was looking at. He thought he'd looked casual doing it. Two-bit and Ponyboy seemed up for the run though. "I'll beat all of you," Two-bit said. "Even if Pony's on the track team." Ponyboy looked offended. "Oh yeah, Two?" "What do you think, (y/n)?" Two-bit turns to you with a smirk and winks. "I think I'll win." You give a big smile when Two-bit cocks an eyebrow. "But I'm sure Johnny could win. It's the quiet ones you gotta worry about." Johnny gave you a sheepish smile and you only grinned more. These boys seemed cool to hang out with. While Ponyboy and Two-bit counted down, you listened carefully. "Five. Four. Three-" Two-bit took off running before Ponyboy could finish counting down. Not assuming it mattered because Ponyboy took off anyways, you giggled and joined them running, Johnny easily running past you. "Two-bit you cheated!" You call out, laughing as you caught up to him. Ponyboy was in the lead, Johnny running with you and Two-bit. "Naw baby, a race is a race right?" You shrugged, pointing at a small White House. "This is it." You felt a little embarrassed as some of the paint was chipped off the sides. You never really cared before, maybe all greasers had similar houses. You open the front gate and tell the boys if they came in to close it behind them as you open your front door. Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-bit stayed right behind you. As soon as the door opened, vicious snarls and growls fill the air around you. Johnny noticeably jumped backwards and Ponyboy didn't questions backing up with him. Two-bit laughed even though you noticed he briefly tensed up at first. "Someone isn't a very happy puppy, huh?" He joked. "(Y/d/n), calm down boy, it me. I'm home!" At the sound of your voice, a big (y/d/f/c) fluffy dog appears, tail wagging and tongue lapping the air for no apparent reason. You grab his collar, turning him back inside the house. "You guys can hang out down here if you want. (Y/b/n) don't get home 'till 6 and dad gets off around 8ish." "Who's (y/b/n)? Boyfriend?" Two-bit asks. "Naw, he's my older brother is all." You reply. He nods in understanding and you go change. You throw on a pair of clean jeans, a thick leather belt, and an old Minnie Mouse T-shirt you've had for years. In case it got cold later, you went ahead and wrapped one of your brothers old work flannels around your waist. You hurriedly tossed on your beat up converse. After swiping the tops you used as a dog leash off your bookshelf, you jog downstairs. "Well I'm finished." You breathe out. The boys smile at you, Two-bit having an eyebrow cocked. "Minnie Mouse, huh?" He pointed to your shirt. "Yeah, why?" He shook his head as you leashed (y/d/n). "Nothing, (y/n)." After 10 minutes of walking you were in front of what Ponyboy called the Curtis house. T was a smaller White House with a fence around it, but boy did it have the words cozy and home in its looks. You liked it, even if it was smaller than your house. Yours didn't feel as welcoming. "Darry leave the door unlocked, its a welcome anytime kind of thing." Two-bit says, walking towards the gate. "It's gotta be nice, huh?" You ask, tying (y/d/n)'s leash to a tree outside of the fence. You couldn't just bring him into someone else's house. "It is." Johnny gives a small smile. You had a feeling Johnny was going to be the small scared one in the group, however his body language held a tuff feeling to it. You just got that vibe. Two-bit practically drug you inside. As soon as you stepped in you were in the living room. Three people were already in there. You recognized one from the lot, the one two tripped on his feet two weeks back playing football. He was taller closer up, wearing a leather jacket while sprawled out on the first couch. He was mindlessly clicking a lighter on and off. There was a small table to the side where the other two guys sat, both arm wrestling. You'd seen one around the DX lot, always under a car hood or cleaning grass off his hands. The one he was wrestling you already knew was Sodapop. That's when it kind of clicked. Sodapop was one of Ponyboy's older bothers. You mentally slap yourself when the door slams behind you, causing you to jump forward a bit. "Hey guys we got someone for ya to meet!" Two-bit calls out loudly. He was grinning when all the boys turned around. You tug your hat down further over your right eye and look at the ground. Your tongue found its way gliding over your teeth from the sudden nerves. "To meet?" A man makes his way out of the kitchen. His dark brownish hair and tall frame is what you saw first. Then you noticed his strong build through the black shirt he had on. You look back at your feet feeling small and out of place. The boy on the couch had sat up to look at you too. "Damn, doll, who gave ya that black eye, huh?" He had a thick New York accent, making you smile. You might not stick out now. "Some Socs got her, gang, this is (y/n)." "(Y/f/n) (y/l/n)." You reply, nodding around to everyone. "Dallas Winston." The boy on the couch nods, lighting a cigarette. "I'm Steve Randle." The boy arm wrestling Sodapop stands up and sticks out his hand. You carefully take it and smile, seeing his toothy grin. "I'm Soda, but we've met before." Sodapop gave a friendly smile and you returned it, not feeling the feeling you had when you first met him. You felt safe around him. Maybe you felt that way before, you just felt it differently. You slightly look towards the other guy, making sure you didn't look at Sodapop too long. You could tell he was used to female attention. You weren't going to be one of those girls. "My name is Darrell Curtis, but you can call me Darry." You shake his hand quickly. "You've got a good black eye don't ya?" "Yeah." You smile a little. "(Y/n) here is gonna be hangin round here with us some for now on." Two-bit wraps an arm around your shoulder playfully and you laugh, nodding. "If ya want. I ain't got nothin better to do." When everyone nodded, you had a feeling you were going to really like Tulsa. It was all thanks to Two-bit. When you saw the grin on his face, you knew you were welcome. "Hey, (y/n), ya wanna stay for dinner? Darry is finishing up." "Yeah, is like that." Two-bit smiles at your answer. "Y'know, I think if you didn't like Tulsa before, you'll like it now. Especially with these guns protectin ya from the Socs." Two-bit grins and flexes his arms, eyebrows raised. You couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

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I’m aboard the 1st 🚞 🎢out of 2 parked in front of structures seemingly a cross between MS, HS, & malls. Surprisingly i chose a 💺 next to Emily instead of Ashley Anzalone, seated directly behind us. When the engine revz ^ for departure, it simulates rides from DisneyWorld, & 6flags. We chuggachü thrü scenery overlooking the 🌞peeking between a spacious mountain range. Not that my breathing had my undivided attention. Suddenly, we tip over. Gathering among the accident, we heave it upright. I can see the water drain from open windows of the tram car due to submergence. We quickly pry open 🚪s to save lives. Barging, the only thing I see is a plastic water bottle. Picking it up, i notice it’s only more than half way venti. Ashley’s the size of Thumbalina nearly drowning inside of it so I dump it at once. Conductor gets the engine to rev back up again. Reversing our course, we return to our starting destination. During this pit stop, the group of people outside become a chaotic riot. Zombie outbreak? Bites left & right. The uninfected struggle to seal off every entry point...staying put once clear of threats. This time the engine fails to start. Avoiding attention from zombies, sneaking into the school, i link^ with Lady Phonix & Keller in a squallroom. How or why i shapeshift into a shortbus still perplexes me but in doing that, i'm shimmying under desks & such. Glass bordering the 🚪’s flimzy so i embody my human form blocking breakthru. Tubyasin busts the barrier, forcing himself inside with us. His righti death gripping a rifle. Taking the chance to loosen it, I retrieve the glock, to check the magclip. Unloaded, hollow, empty…we decide to sacrifice him the the hallway. As i guard the door, Paconi waltzes in. Zombie children wander closer, stalling by the knob. Phonix & Keller remain inside the squallroom while him and i make a run for it. Making a mental note that they seem to not only react to motion, but smell as well. Alerting their instincts, a chase persues. Diving into the nearest elevator, a single head jams between closing doors, urging a double whammi curbstomp. We descent to a 🍯comb lair like the one from Cabin in the Woods. Paconi confesses to studying the virus in this lab he claims as his own. Pixelated walls make like pellucid barricades in the middle of the hallways. He explains that as we penetrate through them, proceeding deeper into the refuge, it must be identical to the way he does. Leaving behind comb shapes as an impression. Immitating Cartoon Networks' Hole in the Wall. If i were to make the wrong move, i blip further away from his. The finish line’s lit^ with blurple lights of ambience. A tablet's bolted to the wall next to me. Touch screens provide me with my score on this test. I look, but i don’t see. Now my mind’s set on finding Paconi. I walk upon an operating room where he sits dissecting a deadweight organism in a stretcher. With no desire of being disturbed, he instructs me to elevate to the 1st floor. This new area the elevator resembles a foodcourt in a mall without tables or chairs. Artificial gardens & shrubbery grow surrounding the glass border built upon the clearing. The floor i tread lightly on's made of green microchip tiling. If you make a single step out of line on the terms of Kim Jong Un who stands atop his pedestal, you’ll suffer from a powerful jolt of electricity. I join the rest of the proud survivors of this apocalyptic event so far. Kim congratulates us all with warm welcome to the safezone. Another group of us pool into the same elevator i rose from... Returning to the laboratory. The only familiar faces i see are my moms', &eccas'. We vow to an unbreakable bond. The doors open to another welcoming Paconi rather eager to let us in on his new scientific advancement. After several blood transfusions, our immunitys' been proven! Failing to mention before that we were all mere test subjects in the grander scheme of things...yet still all so very grateful of his discovery. In concluding this, Paconi joins us in the elevator, pressing the button to the lowermost level where additional experiments take place. These caverns contain mazes harboring tested on zombies with inclined conciousness staggering about. 4 different types of zamb have spawned into cloned subspecies'. 1; Nude 👽esque avatar ladies. Instead of blue…baby powder grey. With darker, smokey grey tribal scarification covering every inch of their bodies. 2; Tïñtîn Beccas with 😈 horns 3; Suttin Cade'n Karter kids 4; Bald males with scarred^ faces, the same offput neutral nude color as the naked avatar women..`cept beige. They wore t~shirts & Chinese bamboo harvest hats shaped like saucers. Turning the 1st corner of the maze, i whimsically conduct my own experiment. 💥ing up a conversation with 1 of the saucer heads about astrology. Somehow already aware that I’m a ♊, I guess he's a ♉ ; No response. Followed by indecipherable jibbrjabbr. Someone sounds an alarm. 2 uninfected african men rush in frantically wedging the entrance closed with ply wood. @snortcocaineoffmyboner& the 🐸y everlivin’ Pharaoh the spacey trans beamin’ being dudes whodo voodoo. They figure out how to navigate the elevator. Door dings open…unfired gunza blazin’. Paconi can’t wrap his mind around how they found their way into the top secret rooms we dawdl in. In a clusterfuck of a scared shitless banter, they go on about every detail of survived journeys beyond shelter 🚪s. Forgetting to inform us of the already cracking wedging holding the doors shut could fracture at any given moment. With that knowledge, all hell breaks loose. Sure enough, zombies shatter through, pouring in tumblewaves. Ravenous beasts...hungrier, the faster. Will our newfound immunity be a success with zombies of this temperment? Disregarding the judgement of the accompanied parties, I yank my loved ones into the elevator, allowing anyone else in who follows. New goal; stay in for as long as our fate decides. Dream scene flips & shifts. 2 females lay in a bedroom in the vicinity of the court lobby where more zambz broke in. 1’s a Spanish human, de other esta 👽esque avatar zombie lady. While she ciaos trople 🍫 trifecta 🎂 on a bare mattress, she naps. A sweet n' smexy doomsday snooze sesh of dos.

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Rap Music - The New Frontier?

Through the early to mid '70s, visionaries like Kool DJ Herc introduced new tips for the way music was played. Like some other music-loving 'bredren and sistren' together with myself, Kool DJ Herc was born in Kingston, Jamaica. Following the footsteps of Jamaicans that came before him, he relocated towards the Bronx, NYC and took root. Using a sound program like no other, there was constantly a celebration when Herc spun records. Folks from all city boroughs showed up, and brought their pals. The majority of them had never ever experienced anything like Herc's thunder inside the clubs or at 'block parties,' where he was a hometown favorite. There'll be extra on these distinctive, social gatherings a little later. Kool DJ Herc was one of these cats that was considering outside the box for a long time, and inspired other DJs to adhere to suit. Everywhere Herc touched down, he left a distinctive mark imprinted inside the minds, bodies, and souls of music lovers in and about the vicinity. Afrika Bambaataa was homegrown within the Bronx. He is best-known for taking the radical, independent factions in the Hip-Hop life-style and organizing it all into an urban music society...and for being the very first rapper, ever. In 1984, he worked on the song "Unity" together with the not too long ago departed Godfather of Soul, James Brown. (We're gonna miss ya, 'Soul Brother #1.') By mixing block parties with DJs and break-dancers, he synergized all of the varying entities of Hip-Hop by way of his Zulu Nation. The Zulus educated inner-city youth about their history and empowered them to become productive citizens. His ears were open to all kinds of music as he became a catalyst for blending rhythmic designs from Africa with Funk, Go-Go, Jazz, Reggae, Rock, Salsa and Soca for the very first time in music history. Bambaataa's affiliations included the Rock Steady Crew and Double Dutch Girls. There was also a spray-painting graffiti artist who parlayed his love for 'visual art' into becoming the host of a common show that engaged the minds of America's Black and White youth. It ended up changing Rap music history around the globe. Now using a 'retired' can of spray paint, Yo MTV Raps' Fab five Freddy was also a important player within the classic film, "New Jack City." There'll be far more on that captured moment in time just a little later, just after we finish up with Afrika Bambaataa (& pals), and dig further into the chapter: there's some real meat in thar! That's what's up. Afrika Bambaataa became a major music producer in his own right. He spent a lot of time logged in at Tommy Boy Records between 1982 and 2005. While there, he produced a huge hit for the New York club and radio scene, 1982's "Funky Sensation." To me, that song defined a new era of music for both myself and the City of New York. "Funky Sensation" helped to establish a path that many dance music producers followed, well into the new millennium. Another historical Rap label that Bambaataa put some time in with was Profile Records. Profile was the home of a trio that made music history: Run-DMC and the late Jam Master Jay. Their chronicles defined the next wave of Hip-Hop and fashion by way of brimmed Fedoras, leather pants, blues jeans, and unlaced, Adidas sneakers. Throughout the winter, they sported snorkels with fur around the hood. In New York winters from the 70s, we sported hats like Kangols (still preferred) and 'Robin Hoods'(with side feathers) on the dome. Some folks liked toboggins and ski caps for their 'masking' feature. Brooklyn later picked up a pseudonym--Crooklyn. Our 70s fashion also consisted of colorful silk shirts (Versace predecessors), polyester pants with stitched pleats running down the sides called Swedish Knits, and bell-bottom blue jeans with zippers at the foot. Squares (L-7's) wore no name 'rejects,' but our well-known footwear incorporated Converse All-Stars, red, black and green Pro Keds, Pumas (my favored were rust-colored), PONY's, and shell-toe Adidas. We had interesting acronyms for the latter two brands. "I could tell you, but..." you know the story. Looking back now, I notice that Adidas kept the same body style longer than the Ford Explorer did! My New York winter-wear included snorkels, sheepskins, leathers, 'Maxie' and 'Cortefiel' coats with soft fur around the collar; they have been the rage. People got stuck up (ganked) for them, too. I once witnessed someone grab a friend's hat right off his head - as the train doors closed (this guy was quick!) Some of my 'classic' garments are still intact: a black Robin Hood hat using a now-wilted side feather, a colorful, winged (big collar) polyester shirt with a Disco theme around the front, my sky-blue high school graduation three-piece suit, 'Mack' full-length Maxie coat (it looked good; mom made it), and black Cortefiel coat are all stashed somewhere about Area 51. Don't ask me what I'm going to do with them, but my coats still have fur about the collar. Does "E.T.W." (Extra Terrestrial Wear) sound catchy to you? Let's check in with 'Rush' (Phat Farms), 'P-D' (Sean John), 'J towards the Z' and 'Double D' (RocaWear), 'Fiddy' (G-Unit), and WTC (Wu Wear) for the final answer. I'm getting told to nix the trip down memory lane and stick for the script, so it's back for the original 'bad boys' of 80s Rap. Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay opened up Pandora's box with their classic hit "Rock Box." I got a premonition of what was about the corner for Rock and Rap early on: sampled 'guitar crunches' fused with 'dem phat Hip-Hop beats, boyee!' Then the crystal ball revealed something else to me - up jumped Def Jam Recordings, LL Cool J, Public Enemy and the Beastie Boys, all using overdriven guitar sounds riding in conjunction with the big, deep 808 beat that caused car trunks (and the inside of your body) to vibrate. Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay un-laced their Adidas and went on to re-make Rock group Aerosmith's classic "Walk This Way," then invited the original rockers to get in on it. Along the way, Run-DMC sold a 'few million' records. Inside the background was one Russell Simmons, pushing buttons on his remote control. Then he got a cellphone. But just before groups like Run-DMC made it to the game, there was one of the first major league rappers--Afrika Bambaataa. Oh yeah; together with his group The Soulsonic Force, Bambaataa fired off a ground-breaking shot remembered as being 'most strategically launched' from the annals of New York's urban jungle. When the classic "Planet Rock" hit Billboard's charts (it hit the year 1982 in a BIG way too), the song considerably changed music history. It used a similar robotic, vocoder-like sound as the a single found in Kraftwerk's smash "Trans-Europe Express." "Planet Rock" was a smorgasbord of cool electronic sounds and Hip-Hop beats. Meshed together with samples from other records, it captured the attention of music lovers caught dancing to the non-stop, funky sensation of this incredible new beat. Afrika Bambaataa's Electro-Funk style went on to influence the sound of music types like Dance, Electronic, House, and Techno. If a sound system exists anywhere in the galaxy, I predict that "Planet Rock" will rock it. Inside the meantime, you can listen out for this classic hit on Internet radio, satellite radio, broadcast radio, clubs and dance parties everywhere. 'Nuff said--next! Creative minds of legendary pioneers such as Russell "Rush" Simmons, Eddie Cheeba, Spoonie G, Lovebug Starski, The Juice Crew, Marley Marl, MC Shan and D.J. Hollywood are also among these credited as becoming essential leaders within the surge that brought Rap music and Hip-Hop culture to mainstream society. Many people may think the Sugar Hill Gang was among a few initiating forces in Rap, but there have been actually many other hot acts out there grinding to earn their dues --like these affiliated with Rush Productions. Rush was building a name for itself as a music promotion company to be noticed. I'll expound upon the meteoric rise with the dynamic institution which followed this event shortly thereafter. With affiliations everywhere and credits that include the timely debut of Hip-Hop players like Kurtis Blow, Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation, Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five, Scott La Rock, DJ Red Alert, and countless other faces hidden in the trenches, Rush was on a mission to conquer the planet. The first-generation of Rap and Hip-Hop spawned a godfather, Russell Simmons, in addition to all these other creative talents. Collectively and in unison, they helped to centralize the cultural origins and sound of this music for an evolving planet. The second-generation leaders of this new movement would include Russell's little brother Joseph, who together with Darryl McDaniels and the late Jason Mizell, made up Run-DMC: the initial artists of their kind to go platinum by selling a million Rap records on Profile Records. This was just the beginning; Def Jam Recordings was on the way. Now let's connect the dots with Sugar Hill: Back in 1957, a group called Mickey & Sylvia recorded a Bo Diddley song, "Love Is Strange." Guitarist Mickey Baker and a vocalist named Sylvia Vanderpool established themselves inside the music market as a potential hit-making duo. In 1964, Sylvia married a man named Joe Robinson. Their union led towards the formation of a legacy that wouldn't play itself fully out until the Rap craze hit. In 1973, Sylvia rolled the dice and released a huge hit, "Pillow Talk." This song established a format that would be followed straight into the Disco heydays. Originally written for Al Green, his pass became Sylvia's score when it tallied up a #1 R&B and #3 Pop hit. "Pillow Talk" was a sexy song that featured lots of heavy breathing, whispers, sighs and moans. It's reminiscent of Donna Summer's classic hit, "Love to Really like You Baby." Sylvia Robinson synergized her abilities as a singer, musician, producer, and record executive to take her whole game to another level. As a important player at All Platinum Records, she had a hand in Shirley & Company's 1975 hit "Shame Shame Shame." This became a top dance song, and hit #12 around the Pop charts. By 1979, Englewood, New Jersey's Sugar Hill Gang busted a big move by releasing a classic, "Rapper's Delight." Within the background had been Sylvia, Joe, and their Sugar Hill Record label. Passing their genes on to son Joey, Sugar Hill's West Street Mob went on to release hits like "Ooh Baby" and "Sing A Simple Song/Another Muther For Ya." Other aces in the deck incorporated groups called The Sequence and The Funky 4+1. They scored a few hits with "Funk You Up," "Simon Says," and "That's the Joint," which used a nice sample from my girl Cheryl Lynn's song "Got To become Real." We'll be taking her song apart and putting it back together again in another chapter of this book series, "What Is A Song." Using finance money from Roulette Records chief Morris Levy (you can find out a lot more about this guy inside the book "Hit Men"--a highly-recommended favorite of mine. "I could tell you additional, but..." You know the drill. As Sugar Hill grew, so did its artist roster, with the addition of Grandmaster Flash and his collective unit, The Furious Five. Although the Sugar Hill owners paid up a big balance and purchased the remaining interest in their company by the early 80's, things began to sour for them: a deal with MCA Records died and a fire toasted their legendary studio. The label eventually shut it doors by 1986. Almost 10 years later, retail-friendly Rhino Records picked up the Sugar Hill catalog and resuscitated the masters within the same way that they've done with many other lost or obscure masters. Via creative re-packaging, Rhino went on to revitalize the music (and some careers) of artists that have been probably still waiting on royalties from the previous owners of their master recordings. The Sugar Hill Gang, West Street Mob and Sequence all have been released on various Sugar Hill compilations. An interesting occurrence following the Sugar Hill assault was the massive availability on the sequencer, drum machine, synthesizer, sampler and MIDI about the early 80s. 'Creatives' and 'infamists' among the likes of Russell Simmons, Rick Rubin, The Bomb Squad and producer Marley Marl locked themselves up in 'Big Apple laboratories' coming up with the next lethal mix of sound. When released, Def Jam and the 'Sound of Marl' quickly put music listeners into a 'yoke' as concoctions they whipped up became highly potent chemicals on the proverbial 'periodic music table of elements' upon hitting the airwaves; by means of radio station, mobile and club DJs. I cannot over-emphasize it enough: 'BIG UPS' to these guys! Just after the creative synergy of vocalists, musicians and producers, DJs are credited as becoming one of the most direct pipelines to exciting new music. You should take note that "DJ" makes up the initials of Def Jam. Now let's keep the record playing; teacher's not via with today's lesson yet... Independent labels like Profile, Sugar Hill, Priority, 4th. & Broadway and Tommy Boy scooped up young, talented Hip-Hop artists. Major labels like Columbia, Epic, MCA, Mercury and Warner Brothers got an early jump on the game as they formed alliances with Rap labels and artists. Moves like these were executed through street-savvy labels like Def Jam. It grew into the premier, multi-faceted music conglomerate in the century. Started in a college dorm room, Def Jam is now managed from a corporate boardroom, and worth hundreds of millions. Founder Russell Simmons parted from his share in the company in 1999, immediately after the Universal Music Group made him a $100 million offer that he couldn't refuse. We're not talking pesos here, people! Let's breeze by way of a few landmark events regarding Def Jam Recordings: In 1983, the company was founded by Russell, who was called "Rush" when he was business partners with one particular Rick Rubin. Prior to this form of osmosis occurred, Simmons 'did the business' behind pioneers like Kurtis Blow, the initial Rap artist having a major record deal. He signed on with Mercury Records; it was a part of the PolyGram distribution machine. The label went on to forge a long-lasting relationship with Kurtis Blow, Russell 'Rush' Simmons, and his growing company. In spring of 1984, I began a two season internship with Def Jam's distributor. By fall quarter, I was a college rep. Throughout Def Jam's first decade, I marketed and promoted every record released via the pipeline. This integrated music by the distributor's affiliated Epic label. Epic was born to CBS Records (a division of CBS, Inc.) throughout the early 50s. It was a cute small Classical/Jazz label and grew to become a strong, healthy major label with many active body parts (Rock, R&B, Country). Epic picked up other siblings. Among them was T-Neck Records. An influential Soul/R&B/Funk collective of your 50s, 60's, 70's, 80's and beyond the new millennium terrain, The Isley Brothers ran a music empire tucked inside this fully-functional sibling unit's clothes. And bank account--let's contact it a budget. Another sibling was Portrait Records. By the 80's, Portrait had sold millions of records by major stars like Cyndi Lauper, Sade and Stanley Clarke. Since Epic was the oldest kid, it acquired a firm place in history as the foundation that supported the throne of none other than the King of Pop music, Michael Jackson. As a matter of fact, the former lead singer of Motown's Jackson Five actively participated (in conjunction with wildly colorful CBS Records group president Walter Yetnikoff) in the disbursement of CBS' unwanted offspring (CBS Records, Inc.) towards the Sony Corporation in 1988. By 2004, Sony Music Entertainment had consolidated its monster Columbia and Epic labels, then merged with another major record label: BMG. On the Internet, iTunes was selling millions of digital downloads. But that's a story for later. Stay tuned. Def Jam product began flowing via shortly after I jumped inside the big game to see if I could swim. I witnessed the music of many groundbreaking artists 'rushed' through the technique. Notable executives like Lyor Cohen and Kevin Liles entered the fold, as promoters like Wes Johnson and Johnnie Walker locked down efforts to turn the airwaves into 'Def Jam radio.' Def Jam became certainly one of the hottest commodities in distribution by the other major label within a major label. This record company made its mark by using a red trademark around the product it manufactured. Columbia Records was the big brother of Def Jam: the hottest Rap label within the Hip-Hop market. Def Jam had million-selling acts like LL Cool J, Public Enemy, The Beastie Boys, and later arrivals like DMX, then Jay-Z and Roc-A-Fella Records. Columbia, also known as "Big Red," was owned by music giant CBS Records. By 1991, CBS Records was purchased by the Sony Corporation for some $2 billion that I'll say came out with the 'petty cash fund' (they had OLD money, and plenty of it). CBS Records later became Sony Music Entertainment. If you haven't guessed already (where've you been?), here's a prediction: you'll read about more adventures with 'the firm' as we move along. Between all of this 'promoting' (as a college rep), I managed getting an introduction to Russell Simmons at a Jack The Rapper convention in Atlanta by Columbia's national director of Black music promotion, Miss Mike Bernardo, who is such a sweet lady. At this time, she was next in line for the vice-president of Columbia's national promotion department: Vernon Slaughter and Mike Bernardo had been responsible for the overall performance of Columbia's Black radio and club promotion department. Vernon later became among Atlanta's top power brokers. He was LaFace Record's very first general manager, personally signing artists like Toni Braxton to the label. He later became a key player at a law firm headed up by powerhouse entertainment lawyer Joel Katz, and was the legal muscle behind many artist deals, movie soundtracks and no telling what else! As vice-president and national director respectively, Vernon and Mike implemented the national strategies set forth by Columbia. The staff consisted of dozens of regional promotion people strategically placed in important American cities. Throughout my career at the label Vernon, Mike, and the promotion people I knew showed me plenty of like, and have been first-class players inside the game, too. Not extended soon after Def Jam's arrival, I became an account service rep, then a Black music marketing rep for Sony's southeast regional branch in Atlanta. I doubt if there was any connection. Anyway, Def Jam left Sony for PolyGram in 1994 (also the year that I parted company with Sony and launched a recording studio); that same year, PolyGram purchased 50% of Sony's holdings in Def Jam. By 1996, PolyGram bought another 10%, and in 1998 the Universal Music Group (UMG) acquired PolyGram Group Distribution (PGD) to become the world's biggest record label. Following a series of major operational changes, longtime staffers Lyor Cohen and Kevin Liles severed ties with Def Jam, which by now had grown to include other hot labels like Atlanta-based Def Jam South (headed up by The Geto Boys' Mr. Scarface), Disturbing Tha Peace (Ludacris), Def Soul, Jay-Z, Damon Dash and Roc-A-Fella. Though DMX's product was released via Def Jam, his Ruff Ryders crew got a label deal with Interscope. Within the post Cohen/Liles era, former LaFace/Arista big-wig L.A. Reid re-appeared at the helm in the big ship. Then, multi-platinum rapper Jay-Z became the new chief of Def Jam (now part of Island Def Jam Music Group), proving that he too, could do what Rap music guru Russell Simmons' legendary rapper Kurtis Blow said he wanted to do: 'Rule The World.' The future of Def Jam integrated plans for more affiliations with labels like Atlanta's Slip-N-Slide Records (Ying Yang Twins). Atlanta was now a city on the move, and Simmons made it a frequent stop on his international itinerary. From Rush Productions and Kurtis Blow to Def Jam, OBR and Rush Associated Labels, to Rush Communications and Phat Farms, the Visa 'Rush Card,' a beautiful model-wife and kids, to astronomic amounts of future cash flow, Russell Simmons demonstrated his ability to serve as the Rap game's foremost guiding hand...and 'head of the household,' too. He was the proverbial captain of a ship, navigating by way of those often-bumpy waters on the constantly shifting Rap/Hip-Hop industry. Def Jam Recordings became an extraordinary multimedia company because of a determined visionary's ability to reach out and touch people-- by way of the power of Rap music and the Hip-Hop culture. Simply put, none of these entities could be spoken of without mention from the great and powerful, "Mr. Rush." A valedictorian and contributing author to Bernard Percy's books for the duration of elementary school, L.A. finished high school in Brooklyn, then went to L.A.City College. He graduated in 1987 from Georgia State University in Atlanta. An internship led to 10 years with CBS Records/Sony Music, exactly where L.A. worked with almost every act, implemented sales/marketing campaigns, received numerous gold/platinum albums, awards, and traveled throughout the U.S., Canada and Jamaica to events. As a recording studio owner, AV technician and manager for a global audiovisual company (TAVS), L.A. owns MKM Multimedia Works. In 2001 he executive-produced the Million Mom March?s Atlanta Artists Against Gun Violence compilation CD, featuring top Atlanta acts. In 2002, L.A. secured a commercial using the GAP for Arrested Development?s Baba Oje. L.A. now initiates his ?6 books in five years? plan.

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