#but alvin? he knows it's fake...

[authenticaussie]

Me: taylor swift is ok, her music is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ usually fun. But I wouldn't use her stuff for fic titles-

Also me: okay but tim//kon + I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you (goes feral)

#bip bop nari drops #stop stop stop stop it has so much POTENTIAL #kon and he's dating alvin draper but it's so damn awkward for tim because that's- not his name!!!!! #at least kon calling him robin feels like something he is #has a rights to #but alvin? he knows it's fake... #but bruce is so paranoid. staying with yj means secrets.... #wahoo!!!!! #or: hey fun fun kon angst time what about !!!!! kon and heritage secrets!!! #kon and worrying about his powers!!!! #in that period where he has no abilities what if he tries to keep ot more secret? will tim want to stay with him if he's just...normal? #not a hero? #aHHHH #fic ideas I probably won't write

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-seven of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

They walk to their first planned destination, Kon being unfairly adorable and also an asshole at the same time, because it’s Kon so of course he can multitask that kind of shit. Tim gets teased about his taste in kids’ toys and his date budget and his theoretical Smash skills, which he’s clearly going to need to educate the bastard on the hard way. Alternately, Tim also gets Hawaiian gummy candy shared with him, never mind that Kon apparently both really likes it and hasn’t had it in months. 

Tim continues to be in way too deep and finds it sweet of him, possibly because of the excited and pleased way Kon grins at him when he tells him likes the candy. 

Tim is definitely in way too deep. 

They get where they’re going, and Kon . . . pauses, and then tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Seriously?” he asks. 

“Trust me,” Tim says with admittedly unwarranted confidence as he squeezes his hand, then leads him into the modern art museum looming in front of them. Kon isn’t the type to really be that into museums, he knows, but they did “meet” in one and also this specific exhibit seemed, well . . . 

Promising, he guesses. 

“Sure, pretty boy,” Kon says with a laugh, squeezing his hand in return. Tim is idly mystified as to why Kon keeps calling him that, but in no way intends to dissuade him from it. If Kon wants to call him completely illogical things, that’s up to him.

He takes Kon to the ticket counter and buys them both a ticket. The clerk asks for their ID and Kon hesitates, because he’s obviously never had or needed an actual ID in his life, but Tim’s already pulling out the fake ones he made for “Alvin Draper” and “Connell Hill”. They won’t stand up to Bat-level scrutiny, obviously–he didn’t have the time or see the point in going that far–but they’ll get them into an adults-only museum night. He’ll do up something more reliable to buy the cul-de-sac with. He has a few identities that could buy property established, but Bruce knows all of those identities, so he’d rather avoid using any of them. Easier to just build a new cover ID from scratch than hide an active one setting up a new residence that isn’t an obvious safehouse, he figures. 

He pays the clerk, pockets his receipt, and they head down the hall together. The museum is one of the nicer ones in Gotham, and decorated a little bit more nicely than usual for the event, but not outright extravagantly. It’s due to be open a little later than usual too, though Tim doesn’t know how late Kon will want to stay. He can probably push back their dinner reservations if it comes to it, though he’s not expecting that to be necessary. 

“It’s an 18+ thing?” Kon asks as soon as they’re out of the clerk’s earshot, raising an eyebrow curiously. “The frick kind of museum is this?” 

“Not that kind,” Tim says, trying not to blush. “They just do adults-only events sometimes. It’s just so there won’t always be a bunch of bratty kids and annoying teenagers running around distracting the older museum-goers. And there's hors d'oeuvres and drinks.” 

“Babe, I don’t know about you, but you are aware I am technically both a bratty kid and an annoying teenager, right?” Kon asks him with a smirk. 

“That would be why I got you a fake ID too,” Tim says reasonably. 

“So we just snuck into a museum with fake IDs,” Kon says with a laugh. “I mean, I’ve done weirder, probably, but what the fuck, Tim? Where’d you even get that?” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Tim says only a little bit sheepishly, carefully avoiding the latter question. Also every other version of this kind of exhibit he found was way more kid-oriented and definitely not going to count as the kind of “nice” date to have convinced Kon to dress up for or actually look like Tim had put effort into any of the night. 

“What, did the goat idol end up here?” Kon asks in amusement. “We checking up on the little guy?” 

“No, he’s still living his best life in Metropolis under increased security, last I heard,” Tim says, though that’d be kind of funny, so depending on how long they’re seeing each other maybe he should keep that idea in mind. 

“You actually checked?” Kon asks with a laugh. 

. . . right, that’s not something a normal teenager would do, is it. Well–too late now, so Tim’s just gonna have to lean into it. 

“I was just wondering what they were going to do with it, after a whole gallery wall got blown in and everything,” he says. “Apparently the answer was ‘close for a weekend and then back to business’. Don’t ask me where they found contractors that fast.” 

“It’s Metropolis,” Kon says. “If you can’t find a contractor to fix superhero damage, you’re not trying.” 

“It wasn’t actually superhero damage,” Tim points out. “You didn’t break anything.” 

“A real fucking important vase, apparently,” Kon snorts, but he’s smiling a little as he shrugs. “Alright, fine, but ‘mediocre museum robber damage’ probably doesn’t sound as good on the insurance, now does it? And I look much prettier in the paper than a bunch of mug shots of idiots who didn’t even know how to work their cute lil’ magic goat buddy.” 

“Definitely, yeah,” Tim agrees wryly, steering him down a side hall towards the sounds of other people. Frankly he’s counting them lucky the goat didn’t try to start a magical apocalypse or something, given how their lives usually go. And also it was Metropolis, which sucks enough as it is. So like, of course the apocalypse would come from Metropolis, given the option and opportunity to. 

“I don't know much about art or whatever, you know,” Kon says a little bit awkwardly, peering down the hall towards the dimly-lit gallery ahead. “Like–that was not prioritized in the ‘how to be Superman’ educational package. Especially because it was written by committee by a bunch of people who I'm still pretty sure had never even met the guy. Like ever.” 

“You don't have to know anything about art to like it,” Tim says reasonably, resisting a vague urge to frown over the way Kon phrased that. Note to self, maybe. Just–for later, obviously. “But this isn't really that kind of exhibit.” 

“Isn't this an art museum?” Kon says with a puzzled frown. “What else is there?”

“It's a ‘multimedia experience primed to dazzle and delight all of the observer's senses’,” Tim recites wryly off the website copy he was reading earlier this week. “Also known as a sensory exhibit.” 

“A–what?” Kon wrinkles his nose in confusion.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[escapedaudios]

If teens start using Chat GPT to cheat on their homework then just how the hell are dorky boys supposed to make arrangements with the most popular girl in school to do their homework in exchange for them going to homecoming with them leading to them slowly getting to know one another and getting feelings for each other then right as the nerd is starting to gain confidence he gets exposed by his fake girlfriend's catty best friend who humiliates him publicly in the cafeteria and he runs off and tells the pretty popular girl never to speak to him again but she goes "wait! Alvin!" and chases him down and she confesses her feelings to him and he says "stop lying to me Cindy I know you only want to use me" and she's like "no I love you so much I'll do anything for you" and then she goes from making a grand gesture of romance to bringing up all the little things and he finally realizes that she really does love him and they kiss and go to homecoming together but first there's a montage scene of them studying together so she actually learns and no longer has to cheat and she takes him shopping for new clothes and gives him a cool hair cut and now he's a handsome nerd and then at homecoming something really embarrassing happens to the mean girl and the ending is a freeze frame of the main characters kissing

#I really need to shut up #AI #Chat GPT #tropes #the best tropes honestly #I refuse to use punctuation

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairing: 10k x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and brains

Chapter: 5.06

After bringing the quad bike to a complete stop when you spot a deserted-looking warehouse, 10k jumps off the back first, and immediately you’re missing the warmth of his arm wrapped around your waist. With the sling of his gun over his shoulder, he offers you his hand to help you climb off. If 10K wasn’t a gentleman before, people would probably be catching onto how protective he was being.

You, 10K, Warren, Murphy, and Addy had gone to find the source of bizkit’s and why they seemed to be low rations of it, while Doc and George headed back to Altura to keep an eye on Dante’s trial.

“Is that the bakery? The place looks abandoned.”

“It doesn’t mean nobody is home,” Warren points out.

The five of you stand on the edge of a small hill that leads down to the pathway into the building. The side of the hill was mainly covered in rubble, preventing any vehicles from driving on it.

Murphy looks lost in thought; a look of distress appears on his face. You lightly hit his arm to gain his attention. “Are you okay?”

“I smell brains.”

“This must be the place, then.”

When the five of you started making your way down the path, you were being extra cautious not to trip while walking on such a rocky surface. 10k stays in front of you and continues to glance back, ready to catch you if you do fall.

Murphy walks by you at a normal pace and scoffs, “You two make me feel sick.”

“Just keep walking, Alvin.”

“My biggest fear is losing you. When you were kidnapped, I realized how much I loved you and that there was nothing I wouldn't do to find you,” Murphy says mockingly. “You're my best friend, Tommy, and there's not a line I wouldn't cross to keep you safe.”

10k glares at him and warningly snaps, “Shut the hell up.”

Addy, who’s standing at the bottom, already looks up in confusion. “What is he talking about?”

“Nothing.”

In a high-pitched fake girly voice, Murphy says, “I knew our fates were intertwined.“

“I swear to god!” You knew Murphy was looking for a reaction, and usually you wouldn’t take the bait too easily, but he had been teasing you since you left for this new task.

“Don’t get wound up; he’s not worth the reaction,” 10k says calmly, but as soon as you reach the bottom where the others are waiting, he presses the long side of his rifle against Murphy’s collarbone, pushing him into the wall. “Lay the fuck off Murphy.”

“Jeez, lighten up, kid.”

10k steps back.

Warren clicks her fingers. “All of you, focus.”

Once you checked, nobody else was in sight. You round the corner, and Addy breaks the lock on the door, giving you all access to the building.

—

The inside of the building stinks of rotten meat, which is explained when you find human skulls and parts of rotten brains scattered across various baking trays.

The group had split up, but you could see both Addy and 10k going to check out the same area. It saddened you that they no longer had a close relationship, and you felt partially responsible for it, but then it was your sister who left. Since they last saw each other, Addy had lost an eye, and 10k had lost his hand, and they could have leaned on each other for support.

“Astra, I’m really sorry, but it looks like she left during the night.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe it. “No, no. Something is wrong; Addy wouldn’t just go without leaving me. She wouldn’t do that.”

When you awoke in the morning to find Addy gone, you assumed she had gone hunting, but when she never returned, a couple of hours later, you, 10k, and Red went looking for her, but you couldn’t find her. You returned to your home to see if she had returned.

Red links her fingers with yours and gives you a sympathetic look. “All her stuff is gone.”

You squeeze your eyes shut to hold back tears. Addy only found you in the first place while looking for someone else. “She’s gone to find Lucy,” you say, clearing your throat. “We should go and let Tommy know; I don’t want him out there looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found.”

You aim your gun in the direction of something being crushed and slowly make your way over to a large mixer, which appears to have turned on itself. You look inside it and almost gag at seeing more skulls.

“You guys seeing this? This place is gross.”

When you don’t get a reply, you spin around to see Warren staring at something with a concerned look on her face. She notices you looking and waves you over. When you do, you see what the problem is.

“Eh Murphy, are you good? You’re practically drooling over a skull?”

“Yeah,” he quickly shrugs your comment off. “This place just gives me the munchies.”

All of a sudden, a man appears and starts firing at the three of you. Quickly, you jump out of the way to avoid being shot and accidentally scrape your stomach on something sharp. You duck behind one of the metal tables and, taking a few deep breaths, look down to see blood appearing on your top.

No, no, no.

Murphy crawls over beside you and says, “What the hell are you doing? We gotta keep moving.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I just—fuck.”

“Did you get shot?”

“No, I’ve just cut my stomach.” The cut wasn’t deep, and you were sure it hadn’t harmed the baby, but it gave you one hell of a fright. Between deep breaths, you start mumbling to yourself, “Tommy is going to freak.”

Seeing how afraid you are, something clicks in Murphy, and he gives you a look of understanding. He knows. Quietly, he says, “Stay behind me; we are going to make a run for it.”

You nod, and the two of you manage to run behind a different spot without being shot.

—

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you try anything stupid.” You say, aiming at the man who was previously trying to kill your head.

While he chases Murphy and Warren off from either side, the man seemed to not care that much about weapons being so close to his head. “It looks like we’ve got ourselves a zombie standoff. You have me; I got him, and my brothers got all three of you.”

You glance around the room; it was more than likely that 10k or Addy had gotten to his brother first.

“We are looking for bizkits,” Warren says. “We have starving talkers that are starting to turn.”

“We are just trying to survive ourselves, and it’s crooks like you who have shut down the bakery and turned us into a bunch of dirty dogs. So lower your weapons and kindly waltz out of here, or we’re all going to be crawling brains.”

“Look, I don’t know who you think we are, but we aren’t them.”

“That’s what the last bunch said before they started shooting.”

You didn’t doubt the man’s story for a second; the bakery was covered in a red mist of blood. A door creaks open, and Addy and 10k bring out another man, whom you assume is the brother with a gun at his back.

“Listen,” you lower your weapon slightly, “your brother is still human, and I know you want to keep it that way. Just tell us what we want to know, and nobody else will get hurt.”

The man gulps down, “So, you're in need of some help?”

—

While the older man, Gilly, looks at his younger brother, Skull's nose, which was cut by your sister 10K, pulls you aside and grips a hold of the bottom of your top, “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine; it’s just a cut.”

He holds your gaze. “Are you sure?”

“We’ll be fine.”

You return to your group just in time to hear Gilly explain that it was their mom who invited bizkits to save their brother, who had been bitten, but then the brother bit the mom when they ran out. And since the bombing, someone has been attacking the bakery so they won’t continue making them. Their mom had turned two weeks ago, and she was the only one who had the recipe.

You look up at the window of the office overlooking the rest of the bakery and see multiple talkers that have turned.

—

Murphy stands up a table, holds up a radio, and turns the music up to distract the talkers while Skull sneaks inside to get the recipe. The plan was going well until Skull tripped and fell and was bitten by their zombified brother right after their mom ate the recipe.

“I hate to say it, but the only way to keep them from turning might be to feed them actual brains.”

From the doorway at the far side of the room, multiple heavy footsteps can be heard, along with snarling and hissing. All the noise must have attracted the nearby Z’s from outside. Thankfully, only a small number of them came into the building.

You run up behind one of the Z’s and stab it in the head before shooting another two. You notice Addy and 10k working together to take out Z's, which makes you smile.

Warren cuts the head off one and tosses it to Gilly.

You stand behind 10k and bury your face into his back, not wanting to witness Gilly crushing the skull, then cutting up the brains, and then feeding them to the walkers.

When the talkers return to normal, the mom flirts with a creeped-out Murphy, kissing him on the cheek before continuing to help.

—

Sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of a table, you watch as the brothers bag up the last of the bizkits. Hearing a whistling noise, you look over to Murphy, who was trying and failing to be discreet by waving you and 10k over to him, then looking away.

You and 10k stand on either side of him. “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to say...” he trails off while tracing patterns in the flour scattered across the table with his finger. Murphy's jaw clenches slightly. “I don’t like either of you, but I do think you will be great parents, even lefty over here.”

With that, he turns and quickly walks away. You share a confused look with 10k. “Did you tell him?”

“No, but I think he figured it out.”

Ultimately, you’d need to tell the others the truth sooner than later. 10k smiles and brushes strands of hair out of your face. “Go for it.”

“Uh, guys, we’ve got something we need to tell you.”

Warren and Addy step a little closer, and you try not to laugh, seeing the worried look on their faces.

“Tommy and I are having a baby.”

#z nation #10k x you #10k x reader #inside outisde #z nation 10k #z nation rewrite #10k z nation #z nation fanfic #z nation fanfiction #addy z nation #inside outside 5.06 #z nation warren #murphy z nation #10k/you #10k/reader

[hermesserpent-stuff]

On dragon island, an au happens during the night and the fury episode. I'll post it to AO3 when I figure out tags lol

Peace please au

@sarnai4

Hiccup stares at Dagur, heart beat loud inside his ears. Dagur is here! Here on dragon island while they are trying to do a sneaking mission!! Dagur had just excitedly recounted their last encounter, recounting Hiccup ‘fighting’ the night fury. Which… yeah…

But now Dagur is pointing his sword at Hiccup and Hiccup feels conflict bubbling up within. He had not agreed with his father’s choice to hide the dragons from the Berserkers. And while he is still a bit afraid of Dagur from their time as children-

“So ... what are you doing here?”

Dagur’s words intteruopt his thoughts and Hiccup stutters mentally while stepping back from the sword, fingers flexing on his shield.

“What am I doing here?

Dagur takes another step forward, face starting to shift, but to what? It is a little hard to tell in the dark.

“Don’t answer that! I know EXACTLY what you’re doing here.”

Hiccup feels a flash of guilt and worry. If Dagur found out they had lied he would go to war. But how could he not eventually find out?? They were at war with Alvin using dragons! And any traders that came to their island saw the dragons. Maybe…maybe this is a chance to do something. Something Stoick would not approve of.

“Uh, you-you do?”

He stutters.

“Oh yeah, I do. You’re here for the same reason I am, Hiccup. You’re here ... to hunt dragons!”

Hiccup flinches back and takes several steps backwards. Oh. Oh no no no. Dagur is hunting dragons on dragon island while they are trying to do a sneaking mission on said island while their dragons were hidden on the other side.

“Thats… Uh.. Actually no.” Hiccup is going to make a choice, to reveal an inevitable truth, because while only the heir of Berk, he knows that his loyalty is to dragons first. “You see Alvin's decided that he hates my tribe existing and he might train dragons or just send plain old wild dragons against us, so me and my ... Friends are here trying to successful pull of a fake sneakingt mission on this island without our dragons.”

Dagur starts nodding along.

“Oh fake missions are a great pra- hold up, "our dragons"?”

Dagur looks a little wild in his eyes that are full of offense. Hiccup sighs and sits down on the log and pokes the fire with a nearby stick. He stares at it instead of his probable doom.

“Mmhmm. Alvin attacked us and our dragons were the only thing that got us out. And I figured he'd spread the word, so I'm not gonna do like my dad asked and lie to you. We have dragons. That fight you saw was staged to save the twins’ Zippleback.”

Dagur sits down heavily. He clenches his hands tightly.

“Your dad?”

He asks.

“Mmhmm. It wasnt my plan. If it was up to me Id never send Toothless away. But Dad keeps making me and honestly… Im so tired of not being allowed my best friend at my side.”

“Toothless?”

Dagur just sounds dazed. Better than pissed.

“The Night Fury. Would you like to meet him? Knowing him, hes probably worried enough to start looking for me after Tuff stoped paying attention.”

“I could meet a Night Fury?!!”

Dagur sounds genuinely exited and maybe Hiccup can win him over.

“Yes. But you have to promise not to hurt him.”

Dagur takes a second and then puts down his sword.

“Fine. Yes. Let me meet the Night Fury!!”

Hiccup nods and then tilts his head back and lets forth a roar he had learned from Toothless. Dagur starles and burst into laughter.

“I had no idea you could make that noise!”

Hiccup flushes and rubs his neck. Dagur still makes him a little afraid, but he feels safer knowing his best friend is on the way.

“I practiced a lot with Toothless.”

Hiccup replies.

“What sort of name is Toothless anyways?”

Hiccup is about to answer when Toothless leaps from the shadows, over the fire, and tackles Hiccup off the log, licking his hair vigorously before turning to growl at Dagur. Hiccup stands up and gently rubs his friends head.

“Hey, hey, its okay bud. Hes… a potential ally. We really dont want a double war. So lets just say hi.”

He croons to Toothless who sniffs the air and then huffs in a way that Hiccup knows that Toothless is going along with this because Hiccup is the one asking.

Dagur is staring.

“He understands you?”

“Mostly, a lot of it is guessing and being around each other all the time. Here, give me your hand.”

Dagur does and Hiccup brings Dagur’s hand to Toothless’s snout. The hand is shaking ever so slightly underneath Hiccup’s. Hiccup gently guides it into a smooth petting motion and Toothless purrs. Dagur lets out a half laugh that might be nerves or derangedness. Hiccup decides to go a step further.

“I could probably convince him to let you ride with me… but only if you promise me something.”

Dagurs head jerks sharply to look at him, but Hiccup feels steady with toothless right here at his side.

“What?”

It is a whisper, softer than Hiccup thought possible from the older teen.

“My… I don't think a war on two fronts is Berks best interest. I know my father lied. I don't think it was the right choice. And I'm hoping, that as his heir, my truthfulness can repair this broken trust. So if… if you want a ride you must agree not to go to war and kill my people or my dragons.”

Dagur blinks and stares him in the eyes. They stand in silence for a moment, breathing slow and measured.

“I think I can agree to that. As allies, we shouldn't be going to war. But I want to redo that treaty! We never signed it properly with all the lieing and messing around.”

Dagur says and Hiccup deflates in relief.

“Okay, yeah, I think I can get Stoick to-”

“Nonono. I don't want a treaty with that old fart. I want it with you.”

Dagur taps Hiccup's chest. Hiccup flushes.

“But I'm not incharge of Berk?”

“Your incharge of dragons. Much cooler. And more powerful to be honest.”

Dagur says with a broad grin. Hiccup sighs.

“Dad won't love that.”

“I can get rid of him if you'd like!”

The offer is genuine and Hiccup quickly shakes his head.

“I'm not ready to be chief and my dad really doesn't deserve to die.”

“Just give me the word.”

Dagur shrugs. Hiccup shakes his head and slips onto Toothless’ saddle.

“Right. Uh, thanks. Now, that ride?”

He offers his hand and Dagur hesitates for a moment before climbing on behind him.

“You're going to want to hold on.”

He warns and is surprised that Dagur's grip is gentle on his waist.

“Ready.”

Dagur says and Hiccup hums.

“Alright bud. Let's go!”

And then they launch straight up into the dark sky. The grip shifts to a hug from behind as they climb higher. Toothless lets out a happy roar and Hiccup cannot help but roar along. They spiral upwards and then Hiccup croons and they are diving quick and fast to the inky black waves that are silvery where the moon touches. They glide quickly across the crests of the waves, stirring up a fine mist. Dagur whoops and lets out a Berserker cry.

They climb again and then they fall backwards flipping head over tail. Hiccup is laughing from adrenaline and Dagur laughs too. Toothless warbles and straightens into a dive and shoots a plasma blast. They burst through the plasma heated air and crash into the water before rising back into the air. Water makes the fast winds colder but neither boy cares truly.

They then rise high and float among the moonbeams as Dragon Island rests far below.

“Amazing.”

Dagur whispers in awe.

“He is, isn't he?”

Hiccup croons and scratches Toothless.

“Yeah. And you too. I saw that pedal action. That seals it. I'd like you to teach me to tame dragons.”

“... Let's get the treaty issue all sorted and then maybe.”

“I'm going to make it part of the treaty. You're so amazing.”

The grip around his chest tightens for a moment and then Dagur speaks again.

“Think we can do a few more dives? We should avoid the northern shore though. That's where part of the armada is.”

Hiccup blinks for a second and then puffs his cheeks. Of course the armada is here. Dagur is a chief after all.

“Sure. Toothless and I love trick flying. Honestly, sometimes I wish I had less responsibility to the tribe so I could do it more.”

“I know the feeling.”

Dagur whispers. Hiccup feels a flash of sympathy. It must be rough. Eighteen and having everyone look to you as a leader to guide them through. When all Dagur seemed to want to do was have fun and fight. Dagur was not ready for chiefdom. He reaches down and pats the arm encircling his chest.

“Well, let's just forget responsibility for now. Okay?”

“Sounds good Hiccup.”

And then they dive.

#dagur the deranged #hiccup haddock #toothless #peace please au #hermes speaks #httyd #httyd au #how to train your dragon

[noctusfury]

What Would Have Happened if Stoick Slew Dagur? (Riders of Berk)

Hello, fellow Furians! Welcome to another HTTYD article! Today, we'll dive into the what-if scenario that could've happened in the Riders of Berk episode "Twinsanity".

In this scene, Stoick was clearly about to end the Berserker Dynasty right then and there, until DreamWorks Hiccup and the Gang came along and interrupted it with their fake "Dragon Raid" forcing the Berserkers to retreat.

Thus, the question is this: What would've happened if he had succeeded or failed in doing so had he NOT been interrupted?

Obviously, of course, there would've been war between Berk and Berserk. Reason for this is that there would be witnesses who'd see Stoick strike Dagur down from behind. There are four Berserk Guards who are with Dagur (as seen below).

There's a risk of the one who's not encumbered with a task — and is closest in proximity to Dagur — intercepting Stoick's strike. However, when Stoick closes the distance with Dagur, the other guards, along with Dagur himself, are far too preoccupied with Barf and Belch to notice Stoick's actions. So it's possible that Stoick could easily succeed in assassinating Dagur.

However, it's what happens afterward that's important. The guards would've seen Stoick slay their chieftain and will want to exact vengeance. Of course, as we know, the moment Stoick slays Dagur, Hiccup and the Gang come in with their fake dragon raid on the Berserkers. There might be a 5-10% chance that Stoick, depending on the timing and the Berserker's POV, might get away with it if the Berserkers immediately focus from Barf and Belch to the other dragons without noticing Dagur's fall. But I doubt that Dagur would go down without a fight or without making any sound, hence why the percentage is so low.

So we will continue with the assumption that the Berserkers saw Stoick slay their chieftain. Stoick and the others would have to deal with them, or else they'll report this to the armada waiting near Berk's docks.

Of course, if Berk fails to cover their assassination up, they'll immediately have to deal with an entire armada of angry Berserkers. Even if the Berkians are battle-hardened and every person who can hold a weapon is recruited and the dragons join in the fight, and even if the majority of the Berserkers haven't seen many battles or wars, it can't be denied that the Berserkers have been well-trained and are, of course, Berserkers. It'll still be a very difficult fight. There will be severe casualties on both sides. In the end, though, Berk will probably pull through this with a victory in the end. But at what cost? It'd be a conflict that could've been easily avoided, and Berk suffered losses that it can ill afford to take when they're still fighting with the Outcasts — with little gains to show for it. And there's no guarantee that the conflict will even end there.

So, in summary, if Stoick wasn't interrupted and succeeded in ending Dagur, he'll need to get rid of the guards as well. This will be pretty easy since they have the dragons, and they can easily make it look like a dragon raid killed them and hopefully Berk can relax and keep an alliance with Berk, while Berserk is reeling from their chief's death and busy running around killing as many dragons as they can. And — even better — Berk could masquerade this as something that Alvin, an Outcast, did and can better solidify Berserk's involvement in Berk's war against the Outcasts.

So yeah, so long as the Berserkers don't look too closely at the bodies, the Berkians would have a pretty good chance at getting away with it.

What do you guys think? What would've happened had Stoick went with his plan? Do you think that Berk would've been able to get away with it? Or would it end up sinking in defeat, with Alvin taking advantage of the chaos? Tell me your thoughts!

Thank you for reading! I hope you found this article intriguing and I'll see you in the next article.

Long Live the Night!

— Noctus Fury

#noctusfury #httyd #httyd fandom #httyd articles #dreamworks dragons #riders of berk #twinsanity #dagur the deranged #stoick the vast #httyd dagur #httyd stoick #berk #httyd berk #httyd berserkers #berserkers #httyd theories #httyd headcanons #httyd questions #httyd franchise #assassination #httyd article #httyd headcanon #httyd theory #httyd question

[rannnem]

dropping my utdr headcanon/theory right here right now

so we can all agree that the red soul isn't supposed to represent determination, right? its soul trait has not been stated. well, my proposal is that the red soul is the Holy soul trait.

my first piece of evidence: in undertale, the legend of deltarune is that an angel will descend from the surface and the underground will go empty. this is self explanatory, really; angels are holy. frisk and chara are holy.

secondly, in deltarune there are a bunch of links to the word holy. ch1 has a song called THE HOLY; from what we've learned about elemental pairs there is a holy element; and the monsters have a religion and a church which a future chapter may take place in. oh and toriel says hell /j

three: it's not a normal soul trait. we can infer that the six other souls are more common, and we've seen that the players soul can be turned those colours (except for orange and cyan, which are still battle mechanics). this would explain why "holy" doesn't fit the pattern of human souls representing personality traits. the only time we see red magic in undertale is frisk and charas soul as well as asgores trident. asgore is the king of monsters, and this may be a stretch but monarchs are considered to be religious figures because of divine right.

fourth, in deltarune, the soul is a connection between the player and gaster and chara, who all exist outside the game. holy beings exist outside of this world, and 'play god', as the player does in undertale and gaster and chara as well in deltarune.

finally: the pope has a copy of undertale. this isn't a piece of evidence I just think it's funny that holiness is connected so deeply to undertale that it extends to reality

so yeah I've had this headcanon in the back of my head for months, but never had the time to articulate it. that's my two cents on the red soul goodbye

ok this is an edit because I found more references to the red soul after a few replays of deltarune (I don't like reblogs because it means less people will see the additions and more will see the OG post):

• king literally calls the fountains "holy fountains" and we already know that the fountains and the soul are linked

• I don't know how I forgot to mention this but either kris or noelle is referred to as an angel by spamton (he didn't specify who he was talking to)

• the motif of apples

• the motif of the number 7

• spamton continually references heaven, God, and angels. he's implied to be connected to gaster who I've stated is comparable to a divine entity

• kris owning red horns similarly to a demon; they have been shown to reject the possibly holy soul like how demons are unholy

• monarchs being so important to both undertale and deltarunes stories, since the main final bosses in neutral and pacifist are all royalty. this ties into what I said about Asgore being somewhat holy because of divine right

• you only get this tidbit from one optional line of dialogue from father alvin but the lightners in hometown literally worship an angel??? like that's so important how did I miss that

• God is literally a character in undertale (the annoying dog) who resides in a room that you can only enter through perfection of the end credits. the credits are purgatory and if you're good then you can go to heaven where God resides. he also shows up in deltarune ch1 where he's programming the next chapter in the computer room, but I can't really find a religious parallel there

• king and queen worship(ped) the roaring knight, which is a parallel to worshipping fake idols

ok that's all I can remember off the top of my head but every minute my theory grows stronger

#undertale #deltarune #deltarune theory #utdr #text post #theory #undertale theory

[thatdammchickennugget]

hey girl!! congrats on 1.5k!! u definitely deserve it, your fics are always amazing and I just absolutely adore your whole blog!!!😫💗💗

I would like a romantic pairing, I'm too shy so l'm asking anonymously, sorry bout that 😅😅I'd prefer the character enzo berkshire because I am absolutely inlove with him (I wish I was kidding but I'm not😫)

well when it comes to me I’m: 5’6,short dark curly hair, I’m 🇬🇧/🇪🇬, brown eyes, tanned skin I guess😭, I don’t really have a specific word for my style but I feel like I fit the “downtown girl” style the most😅 when it comes to personality my mbti is entp-t, when it comes to guys, I usually prefer those guys who are more sporty, charismatic, energetic, extrovert, or like a guy that gives off alvin from alvin and the chipmunks personality (weird description ik I’m sorry😭😭) and I absolutely love the fake dating trope & brother’s bestfriend idk whyy, just something about it😫

I hope this isn’t too much girl!! once again congrats on 1.5k, u deserve it angel!!💋💋💋

thank you love!! and no it's not too much don't worry, the more the better, gives me more to work with 💕

Romantic Match-Up: Lorenzo Berkshire

you and enzo have known each other since childhood, thanks to your brother theo's close friendship with him. despite being your brother's best friend, enzo has always been more than just "theo's friend" to you.

with your vibrant personality andenzo's energetic charm, sparks fly whenever you're together. from playful banter to shared inside jokes, your dynamic is filled with laughter and excitement.

enzo has always admired your confidence and independence, finding himself drawn to your magnetic personality and infectious energy. despite being Theo's sister, you've never felt like a sibling figure to him; instead, there's always been an undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface.

as your friendship with enzo deepens over the years, you find yourself falling for him more and more. initially you’re hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship with your brother's best friend, but you can't ignore the growing connection between you.

it's not long before enzo realizes that he's developed feelings for you as well. with theo's reluctant blessing, he musters up the courage to confess his love for you.

enzo's confession catches you off guard, but deep down, you've harbored feelings for him for years. his heartfelt words confirm what you've secretly hoped for, and you find yourself unable to resist the pull of your emotions.

despite theo's initial reluctance, he eventually comes around and gives his blessing to your budding romance. seeing how happy you are together, he knows that enzo is the perfect match for you, and he couldn't be happier for both of you.

with the weight of confession lifted off your shoulders, you and enzo embark on a journey of love and discovery. from romantic dates in the heart of london to cozy nights in with your favorite movies, every moment spent together feels like a dream come true.

enzo's playful energy complements you perfectly, and together, you make an unstoppable team. whether you're exploring new cafes, attending quidditch matches, or simply enjoying each other's company, every day is an adventure with enzo by your side.

Song: Adore You by Harry Styles

#nuggets 1500 follower celebration #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire headcanons

[revive-the-fandom]

Johann's villain arc was piss poor writing

tbh I don't come to RTTE for good writing, I go here for mediocre writing with flecks of greatness in it. But Johann's villain arc is a stinking pile of shit muddying the waters of the rest of the show and I'm tired of seeing people praising it.

If you're writing a twist villain the truth needs to make more sense than the lie. and Johann just has so many inconsistencies and plotholes and godawful dialogue. He feels more fake as the villain than he ever did as the Comic Relief Plot Mover.

What is his end game?

So he gets the King of Dragons, now what? Do what with it? Is he selling it to Drago through Krogan? If he does this then he loses the King of Dragons, his Allies, and the Dragon Flyers?? Then why does Krogan need Johann of all people?

What does he bring to the table that Krogan and the Grimborns haven't already provided?

Krogan brings the Flyers, an air force, and he's an accomplished fighter with an exotic style that the Archipelago is unfamiliar with. He's also bringing the Buyer and the Funds.

The Grimborns bring the Hunters, a naval force highly skilled at capturing Dragons alive (something Berk, the Outcasts, and the Berserkers couldn't manage after 300 years of experience) and selling their parts. They also bring the Dragon Eye - it's a decades (maybe even centuries) old artifact created by the Hunters for use by the Hunters.

Then why do Viggo and Krogan work for him?

No fucking clue! It doesn't make sense! He's been undercover for at least 15 - 20 years (the man recognises by sight the gift Valka made for Hiccup, which he threw into the ocean when he was a toddler). Any reputation he had in his homeland or even the archipelago is void.

Johann is also rarely ever shown fighting, and when he does fight he loses, so he's pretty shit. He loses to Hiccup twice, and he loses to Viggo. He's not inspiring confidence or fear so what the fuck is even his deal? How is he gaining loyalty?

He doesn't bring knowledge, or hell even an insider perspective of the Riders. Viggo has the information on the Dragon Eye and how to use it, Krogan has the information on what the King of Dragons looks like and acts like from Drago.

Johann throws out his one and only advantage, his alliance (and spy status) with Berk, the Outcasts, and the Berserkers, as soon as he starts to really need it (the Hunters are defeated and absorbed into the Flyers. Ryker, a highly competent general, is dead. Viggo is horrifically injured. The Shellfire is defeated. Krogan, his main general is combative, impulsive and desperate. The Flyers are loyal out of fear not camaraderie. Hiccup has a second Dragon Eye. etc).

He doesn't even have any good reason to hate dragons for christs sake!

Stoick lost his wife.

Gobber lost his limbs.

Drago also lost his limb.

So did Hiccup.

Astrid lost her uncle.

Fishlegs' ancestry is built on dragon hunting.

Mildew is a bitter old man clinging to his culture and influence (power).

Alvin wanted power through the Dragons, but didnt really hate them in the first place, just assigned them: enemy.

Johann just hates people allied with Dragons for the sake of it. It's never expanded on. It's his whole motivation for betraying Berk and it's not. explained. He's evil for the sake of evil. Johann the Trader at least could use the tribes of the archipelago for protection and profit, but Johann the Criminal Mastermind sacrifices this relationship for Viggo's Dragon Eye Lenses at the drop of pin. Why? Plot convenience and piss poor writing.

Johann's foreshadowing is another pile of shit to pick through.

His first appearance he sells poisonous flowers to Mildew.

This should be his first attempt to kill off Berk's Dragons, but he lists Breakneck Bog as his first attempt. His role in this plot is almost nonexistant - he delivers a custom order to Mildew and just, fucks off.

You could even argue that Johann, should he know what the flowers do to Dragons (which it's implied he doesn't) put the answer right into the Berkian's hands. The botany book he sells Fishlegs identifies the Blue Oleander, and because of it they're able to make a cure. Arguably this could be Johann's attempt to covertly save the Dragons.

And if he wasn't trying to covertly help, or he was in on it with Mildew from the beginning, then why on gods green earth did he even allow that book to be sold?? He sabotaged himself! If anything this is points against him as a "mastermind" bc it's a really fucking stupid move.

Johann kicks that one dragon

This is for all those people citing Johann kicking a Dragon away from his food/merchandise as proof that "there was evidence all along".

RoB spends half its screen time showing Dragons as pests, stealing food, burning shit down etc. That's the entire reason Mildew is able to succeed as much as he does.

Half of Berk is still violent to Dragons at this point. Johann is acting accordingly as Vikings are violent and angry culturally, and they get pissy at the Dragons for steal their already limited food and housing.

Breakneck Bog is apparently his first attempt to off the Riders.

So you're telling me that the grand, overarching, final villain, mastermind's plan to kill off a bunch of kids, at least two of whom are pretty crap fighters, and all of which trust him entirely, and all of which are fucking children! was to sail directly into Breakneck Bog, watch the Smokebreaths haul his big ass ship into a tree (all of which seemingly abandoned all of its metal wares ?), then swim into the ocean and HOPE that Berk would send specifically the Riders who again, are CHILDREN, to search for him so he can send them into a hoard of metal eating (not flesh, metal) dragons????

Does no one on the writing team remember that it was STOICK and GOBBER along with Hiccup who initially went searching for Johann? Hiccup went against Stoick's wishes to take the Riders out searching for Johann, it was PURE DUMB LUCK that Johann encountered the Riders at all!

Johann then proceeds to help berk and Stoick and Hiccup by smuggling them into Outcast Island on his own ship

If he wants Hiccup dead why even do this? If he wants the Dragons gone why even do this?

The only reason I can come up with is that he wants to remove the competition: Alvin. Which again, backfires horribly when he allies with Stoick. Great track record this mastermind has for felling his enemies. Really fearsome, round of applause.

Johann is saved by Hiccup during a freeze

He does very little in this ep aside from being fucking hilarious, but he is yet again rescued by Hiccup. Great motivator for hating him.

Johann then (accidentally) delivers Smokebreath metal to Berk

If he's doing this on purpose to help Dagur, rather than just getting tricked because he's the gullible Comic Relief Plot Mover, then why does he stick around to confirm Hiccup's theory? Just leave or lie, he's supposed to be an expert in deceit right?

All of Johann's RoB/DoB appearances consist of him doing something vaguely dodgy or stupid and then getting bailed out, or should he be a villain, hindered by Hiccup. If he's just a Trader, that's fine, he's here to be stupid. but if he's secretly The Villain of the series, then he's a really, really stupid one with no motivation and a habit of self-sabotage. Which I guess could be an interesting route if they played into his stupidity, but no, he's the ultra mega smartypants villain.

Dagur stealing his ship

Johann is a Trader of course he visits Outcast island. He's also Mr Comic Relief Plot Mover. He is the ideal choice for this type of Shenanigans.

But if Johann is the mastermind, then I guess he supposedly paid off that one Outcast guard? The same Outcast guard who then didn't direct Dagur to the ship or anything? So that he could sit and again HOPE that Dagur picked his ship instead of any of the armed and armoured Outcast ships docked nearby, which like, Dagur just defeated an entire prisons worth of guards singlehandedly after stewing in a tiny cell for what 3 years? and then he let Dagur throw him overboard so that said mastermind could once again mysteriously survive being lost at sea? What kind of supernatural powers does Johann have that allows him to swim in an arctic sea for days on end??

and on top of that Johann just decides, hey, lets warn the Berkians instead of maybe like, playing ill for a bit? so that Dagur doesn't get more than a few days headstart to raise an entire Armarda, bc ... fuck him I guess?

So, release the guy who you want to have kill Hiccup and the Riders, then set said Riders on this guy at your earliest convenience so they can swoop in and reduce his chances of doing the thing you want him to do??

Giving false information to Heather

Johann straight up tells Heather he can't confirm Dagur's whereabouts after his last tip, and that Dagur is on his way to get arms. It's not a big stretch to think Heather had good info, but bad timing.

otherwise this is one of the only solid points the Johann twist has going for it: send a single rider so that Dagur can get some practice killing them.

Johann distracting the Riders while the Hunters invade

Like the above point, not really a red flag, but also does hold up okay after the twist. As Johann did manage to fend off the Dragons proving he has some competence. but i say again, Comic Relief Plot Mover is much more likely given his track record.

Smuggling the Riders into the Auction

Why on God does Johann not warn Viggo or Ryker, who he is apparently in charge of, that the Auction is about to be sabotaged? Krogan is in the Auction too. If Johann is vying to sell the King of Dragons then impressing that guy should be priority numero uno or else his whole plan withers away. Instead he just licks Viggo's boots and stays quiet?

the whole Submarriper debacle

Johann, by your own admission you are currently in charge of Viggo and Ryker. Why are you sailing straight into Viggo's Submarriper Trap?

Also, why is he being nice to people he knows are about to die? He knows the Submarriper, so even if he's just like, idk scoping out the trap to check all's good then no need to a) be that close, or b) be fake friendly to your sacrifices?

The end of Season 4 is probably also the original end point, as they only had 4 seasons planned and they got given an extra 2. My theory is that Johann wasn't planned to be a villain until season 5 because they'd wrapped up 90% of the plot in Shell Shocked and needed a new threat.

Sandbuster

Ok, again, this is ok. He's just leading them into danger again. which I will still say could be Comic Relief Plot Mover shenanigans, but doesn't get in the way of his twist villain plot either.

Krogan invades the Edge

Again, this is ok. Lead Hiccup and Astrid away from the Edge so Krogan can now invade. But if Johann knows about Hiccup's secret project (Dragon Eye) why didn't he go to further measures to destroy it? Without it the race for the Lenses can never happen.

Getting the Lens from Heather

this one is ok. I guess. Makes the most sense out of all of them but it's also the ep where Johann is revealed to the audience (not the riders. I think this is called dramatic irony but don't quote me on that) so its gotta fit within the laws of the episode at the very least.

The Reveal

Just, why Johann? Hiccup has The Most Loyal Dragon who also happens to be The Most Intelligent Dragon. Hiccup is also the Dragon Master who can train/deal with any dragon and you choose to confront him in a Dragons lair that he already knows about and has escaped from before?

And I haven't even touched on the bullshit "evil smile in the background but only AFTER the audience has been handed the twist so it's impossible to deduce the truth before this moment"

Season 5:

Season 6:

This is the most dumbed down, babyish shit I've ever seen. I expect this from Cbeebies not Netflix. How many kids' shows these days are doing better than this!? (Adventure Time, Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall, to name a few).

Like yes we get it! Johann is your twist villain. Except he wasn't even a good twist because it wasn't a twist, it was a flat out surprise attack with no clues and no warnings. It's not fun if you can't go back and connect the dots! which I've just spent maybe 1000 words proving you can't!

I just hate it! He has no clear motive, he has multiple actions that contradict his eventual reveal, most of his plots fail miserably, most his plots rely on complete and total luck, he brings nothing of value to the villain roster and yet he's our Leading Villain??

If Mildew is more convincing than your main villain, then something's gone horribly wrong with your writing, and maybe you should rethink this choice?

#httyd #rtte #rob/dob #trader johann

[sofiiel]

There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 6000+ words: (CW: some angst. fluff. protective Eddie. strained family dynamic. demodog violence. cannon level violence.)

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The engine of your car rumbled loudly as Amy tore up the road, the odd sounds of the strange dogs baying behind you. You pulled yourself away from the window and turned to Amy with great concern.

"Why won't they stop?" you asked her, to which Amy shrugged.

"Maybe you smell good, like a T-bone steak?" Amy's voice had hints of sarcasm in them.

You watched Amy, who gave a roll of her eyes, it was obvious her fake calm wasn't convincing.

"Look I don't know ok! I've never seen this many before." Amy said.

"But you've seen them before? Like before today." You clarified.

"In person? Only since I've been in Hawkins," Amy stole a glance at you.

"But I've seen them drawn before in one of the Loxion information drops, I investigated while trying to find my sister." Amy explained.

"Drop houses? Drawing?" you questioned, your body ached, and your mind was spinning, but you tried your best to listen in and listen well.

"Yeah, some shit drawing some poor kids scribbled it looked old as sin and was faded, but it was the same monster. Loxion has information drops. Usually old factories or abandoned warehouses, and somewhere inside is a safe. Not a small one either, we're talking one of those big boys you see at banks." Said Amy.

"How do you know what bank safes look like." you asked cautiously.

"One question at a time." Amy shot with a mischievous side smile.

"Fine, so. Go on." you urged.

"Well this drop was full of files from overseas, Russia, Denmark, China, France India, even Nigeria and those were just a few." Amy exhaled as she could recall shifting through a nearly endless amount of boxes.

"While I was looking through some of the files I found the file of a boy Boris Ismaylov at some point in the 1950s he was bought from his parents by Loxion by that I mean with the help of the KGB as middlemen who took most of the money themselves ...but moving on..." Amy cleared her throat as she saw your brow lift at the fervor of which she ranted.

"Boris was held in a test facility for two years in Nome because they needed a safe go-between from US to Russia, but the KGB did not want Loxion on their soil. Boris would draw on the walls of his room with chalk and paints. The file had worn pictures of those drawings in them. The figure he drew the most was hard to make out, but it was large, like a cluster of twisters. The others looked a bit like animals....if they crawled out of hell." Amy said.

You watched Amy in silence, no longer concerned with her inability to steadily steer the car.

"There was also a scrap from I guess his diary, all it said was 'I do not wish to go back' isn't that shit creepy." Amy muttered.

"That was written in English?" you asked, if only to give your mind a break from the whirlwind of information.

Amy scrunched up her nose, "you really are a small town bumpkin, just because they aren't American doesn't mean they never took to English, Boris probably spoke several languages - from his file the kid was like freakishly smart." Amy reasoned.

"I wonder what they were doing with him." you murmured.

Amy glanced at the rearview mirror, "if we go any further, we'll be leading them out of town." she said with a grimace.

You arched a brow, "and that's....a bad thing somehow?" you asked Amy.

"Uh, yeah, we need somebody to see these things." Amy grunted.

"Do you know the way to the Police station?" Amy asked.

"Well yes but.... I doubt anyone's there at this hour." you murmured.

"Don't care, they have surveillance...somebody will see them," Amy murmured.

You gave a stiff nod, "turn back around and follow the road we've taken back, but when you get close to Pastor Alvin's neighborhood again, take a left and keep going." you instructed.

Eddie peered out the windows of his van, the haze of the Ketamine finally wearing off, he gave his head a shake.

"Ugh, god damn..." He hissed in a soft sigh, rubbing his eyes.

"Right never again..." he whispered.

Taking a cautious look around, Eddie frowned.

"Now the real riddle is....did the whole conversation with weird girl actually happen or...."

Eddie couldn't pull his eyes away from the dark forest outside his van, "was I trippin that hard." he muttered dryly.

With a sigh, he flopped back into his seat, sinking down with his eyes peering over the steering wheel.

The fact of the matter was, He couldn't tell.

Yes, one of ____'s friends appearing in the woods with the head of one of the strange dogs in hand was almost unbelievable. But so was the existence of the dogs themselves, and he had already seen one personally.

Eddie glanced out the window again, his paranoia growing. They could very well be outside, stalking his van.

"Stalking you, even." he said to himself. He didn't like the odds of the creatures being herbivores. 

Leaning his head back against the seat, Eddie watched the slightly torn fabric on the ceiling of the vehicle.

"What would I even do? If Weird Girl has a plan, did she mean for me to wait here? Go home?" Eddie thought, his arms folding across his chest.

"I've got a winning streak going on now, I couldn't just go home." he thought as a lopsided smile tilted onto his face. 

Eddie then sat up in the seat and gripped the steering wheel, "right..." he exhaled, starting the van.

"The things I'll do for a thank you from you." he murmured.

"There it is!" you called, pointing to the police station. 

"Are they still back there?" Amy asked.

Leaning out the window you turned to look behind the car.

"Not all of them, the packs only a few now." you reported.

"A few is more than enough." Amy said swerving the car into the parking lot, she slammed on the brakes, nearly sending you tumbling out the window.

"Sorry!" Amy shouted.

You could feel your heart pounding as you clutched at your seatbelt.

"You're never driving again." you said, reaching to roll up your window.

"Ever." you added firmly.

"I'm ok with that," Amy said quickly.

The two of you huddled close to each other as the dogs closed in.

"So what now?" you asked.

"I didn't think that far ahead." Amy mumbled, eyes wide as one of the dogs hopped onto the hood of the car, pacing in front of the window.

"Can..." you stammered, gulping as you held onto Amy's hand.

"Can it see us?" you asked.

Amy shook her head feebly, "don't know... I mean... I hope not, like ....shit, they don't have eyes." Amy said.

"But all predators can smell fear." you spoke in a whisper.

"And I'm beyond scared." you confessed.

"Shit yourself yet?" Amy asked in a nervous chuckle, "I just might..." Amy murmured, nearly jumping out of her skin as with a bang, one of the dogs hopped onto the roof.

"Do we stay in here or try to run for the station doors?" you asked.

"We don't have a weapon, and we're not sure anyone is inside." Amy reasoned.

"They don't know what a car is or how to get in...if they can get in." said Amy.

She then teetered her head to the side, ".....they did of course jump clean through the glass of that creep's house window." she added.

You shut your eyes tight, "oh my god, Amy! We cannot stay in here!" you shouted in panic.

Amy hushed you angrily, "stop!" Amy whispered.

"Maybe they can't hear well." she added.

You bent over in your seat and searched under it.

"What are you looking for?" Amy asked.

"I used to have my dad's old broken golf club in here... it's only about as long as a bat now but...it still hurts," you muttered, a smile coming to your face as you pulled the club free from under the seat.

A faint light in the window of the Police Station caught Amy's attention.

"Look!" She gasped quietly, "Someone's home....aren't you lucky." Amy whispered.

"The question is how do we get out of here? We open a door, and they're coming right inside," you murmured.

Amy's gaze fell on the golf club clutched in your hands.

"I can see the inside of the lobby from here, which means I can phase into it." Amy said.

"But I cannot phase other people with me. So you'll need to make a run for it while I open the door for you," she added.

You frowned as you did not savor the idea of making a break for the doors alone.

"You'll have the club, right? And whoever is in the station will come investigate once they hear me inside opening the door at this time of night." Amy reasoned.

You both found yourselves looking at the creature pacing restlessly on the hood of the car.

You heaved a sigh and could feel your heart pounding in fear.

"It's better than staying in here." you exhaled.

"Then when you're ready I'll phase." Said Amy.

"This is as ready as I'm gonna get, let's do it." you said taking a gulp of air.

Amy phased quickly into the station, as always a soft tearing sound crackled in the air.

She exhaled in relief just to be away from the surrounding dogs. Now she needed to open that front door quickly.

From the back of the station, where a small warm light lingered, Deborah Sinclair carefully flipped through photo's she had taken during her investigations at the Hawkins Animal Shelter.

One hand covered her mouth as her stomach turned at the site of the mangled cats and dogs.

"It didn't so much as eat them as it did tear them in half...circular teeth marks...what animal had those?" Deborah murmured to herself.

The pictures were sending a fearful chill down her spine. She would have thought it was some horrible prank by the local teens, but this sort of thing usually didn't crop up until Halloween.

Studying the images before her, Deborah shook her head, "the corpses, they look as if whatever it was got bored or...was unsatisfied with the prey. They aren't fully eaten, just...chewed up and discarded." she murmured.

A sound at the station door nearly made Deborah jump out of her chair.

Calming herself, she scooped the pictures into a neat pile and tucked them into her desk drawer.

"Relax, you're a cop. Don't be jumpy." she laughed at herself, standing up, Deborah went to investigate.

"Maybe our shameless leader has decided to show his face around here again finally." Deborah thought, a smirk of amusement on her face.

That smirk promptly fell away as she spotted a familiar figure fiddling around with the lock on the door.

"You!" Deborah gasped.

"Freeze, kid! How'd you get in here!" She shouted.

There was no need to pull a gun, so Deborah held her ground. The girl before her slowly raised her hands into the air.

"Listen... We can talk about me lifting those water bottles later, ok," Amy growled in frustration.

"My friend is about to get eaten by a pack of mutant dogs outside - you're a cop, right? Do something!" Amy reasoned.

Deborah's gaze slipped past Amy's back briefly before they focused on the girl once more.

"Nice try kiddo, but Mutant Dogs won't distrac-" Deborah's words faded as her mind recalled the photographs she had been examining earlier.

"Just look outside!" Amy called out.

With careful steps, Deborah walked to the door and peered into the night, her heart skipped several beats as her jaw fell. 

"I told you," Amy stated flatly, watching as Deborah pulled free her pistol.

Deborah took count of how many of the strange creatures were surrounding the little black car.

"Where'd they come from? Why're there so many?" she asked.

Amy shrugged, "we were sort of hoping you guys could help with that - and there were more." said Amy.

Deborah cast a troubled glance of amazement towards Amy who seemed far too calm.

"Once you've seen them for the first time up close, you stop being shocked," Amy explained.

"We need to get your friend out of that car," Deborah said, steeling her nerves in order to focus.

Eddie's van ripped up the streets, his eyes darting from the road to the speedometer and back again.

"I'm gonna get the worst ticket in history, come on, where are you?" Eddie thought to himself, peering around the streets. 

Rounding a corner, his foot stomped on the break, nearly sending him crashing into the steering wheel. Eddie could feel his lungs jump into his throat as his eyes fell on the circle of fleshy hounds circling a black car in the near distance. 

"You've got to be kidding me." Eddie said, watching the scene with wide eyes.

Three of them were bad enough, he managed that much.

"It's not like you had a choice." He thought to himself.

However, he was looking at twice that number and his foot felt glued to the break.

"If you stay back here....she'll never know." Eddie thought.

A grimace came to his face as he was making himself sick to the stomach.

"You'll know." Eddie said to himself, but the site of the hounds froze his body in place.

You sank down into the seat, eyes shut tight.

"Just hop out and make a break for the door." you told yourself for the fifteenth time.

Your heart rattled around your chest as if it would try and burst out, and your mouth felt dry.

"It's no worse than being out here...just - run, right? You've done it before." you continued your pep talk, when a screeching came from above you, loud and piercing enough to make the ears bleed. 

You quickly covered your ears and looked up at the roof of the car.

"You're kidding!" you gasped, watching as claws slowly tore through.

"What's it doing up there?" Deborah murmured

Amy's eyes flew open wide, "It's digging its way in, we have to do something now!" she called.

Deborah pulled the keys to the station from her pocket and tossed them to Amy.

"When you open the door I'm going to open fire, be sure to stay behind me." Deborah instructed.

Amy gave a nod, caught the keys and did as she was told.

You screamed as the hound's claws tore a space to reach his paw down towards you. Sinking to lay across the front seats, you tried your best to avoid the swipes.

Your club rested clutched to your chest, your mind was shouting for you to swing while fear kept you petrified.

"Girl, move!" your mind shouted at you, but your legs wobbled about like jello, and the Creature above's frantic pawing had the others back on the hunt.

The hound on the hood now placed his front paws onto the window, and you feared that it might break the glass.

"How much do those things weigh....probably as much as I do...." you thought, trying your best to avoid the swipes.

From his place in his van, Eddie could see the station door fly open, and the flash of ignited gunpowder after a bang.

He gave a sigh as the tension melted away from his body when one of the creatures pacing about on the ground fell with a whimper that was unearthly.

"Amy, you did it!" you cheered, the bang of the gun shook free your temporary paralysis of fear and you tossed open the car door.

It didn't take long for the dogs to zero in on you. Another round of bullets fired.

"McKinney over here!" Deborah called out.

You swung your bat horizontally at one of the creatures and while it staggered, you brought the round end of the club down on his head, making a run for the Station doors.

Deborah's hands trembled at the sight of the monsters, and she found it hard to get a clean shot at the strange animals.

"Stop missing." She growled at herself in a frustrated rage, all she needed was a good headshot to take the things down, but she could not land any.

You made it to Deborah and Amy, hiding near the doorway with Amy.

"You good?" Amy asked.

You shook your head no, and tried to catch your breath.

"Me neither." Amy puffed with a tilted smile.

"I've lit them up, why won't they die?" Deborah asked.

"They're tough as shit." Amy called out.

Deborah eyed the monsters, which, though whimpering, slowly closed in.

"I need back up." Deborah whispered, fumbling for her walkie.

"Where do you keep the guns?" Amy asked.

"Not a chance in hell, kid." Deborah scoffed.

"Well you need help right? You call for help, and how long will that take? Hmm?" Amy pressed as Deborah reloaded her gun.

"Cause I got some news for you, these guys bust through glass like it's nothing." Amy added.

"You can fire a gun?" you asked her with wide eyes.

Amy's chest puffed out with pride, "I can fire an automatic." she boasted.

"Who the hell taught you that?" you asked.

"My uncle," Amy said with a shrug.

You gave your head a shake, "weirder and weirder by the day - I just want to survive this." you thought.

Deborah grimaced, the monsters wouldn't let up, she couldn't find the time to lift her walkie, and before she knew it she had been lunged at.

"Officer Sinclair!" you gasped, the two of you watched as Deborah struggled, wrestling with the strange dog about the floor.

"Girls get inside! On the front desk, the quick dial....called the Chief of Police Hopper!" Deborah shouted.

"We leave you and your dog food!" Amy called.

"Amy," You sighed clutching your club and raising it high.

"Go call." you exhaled rushing out to Deborah.

"Wait! Ugh...fine! You two die, and it's not my fault!" Amy shouted, phasing back into the building.

You swung relentlessly at the dog attacking Deborah.

"Behind you!" the officer called out.

You hit the ground and rolled, coming face to face with another one of the monsters.

"nononono." your mind panicked.

You tried to crawl away from it as it stalked towards you, flaring open its plantlike mouth.

"Officer Sinclair!" You called for help, but it was clear she had her own struggles to worry about.

You shut your eyes tight as a second dog joined in and awaited the horror of the needle-like teeth when the screeching of tires and a sickening splatter tore your eyes back open.

You could feel chunks of the dogs hit your dress, arms, and legs.

With wide eyes, you watched the mutant dog mash in the middle of the parking lot.

Eddie poked his head out of the driver's window to look down at his tire which spun about but refused to move the van anymore.

"Eddie?" you questioned in a stunned sqawk.

Deborah managed to get the barrel of her gun into the mouth of the monster and fired.

Turning her head to avoid getting blood in her eyes.

"Everyone inside! Quickly!" She called.

Eddie abandoned his van lodged in monster remains and ran to you, Deborah urging you both inside.

"Go, to the back of the station, the medical lab has a security door." Deborah raid. 

"Did you reach Hopper?" Deborah asked Amy as the three of them dashed through the lobby.

"H-he's not picking up!" Amy stammered in panic.

"Leave it, come on to the medical Lab, hurry!" Deborah called, giving Amy a shove.

"Why are these things chasing you?" Eddie asked you.

"Hell if I know." you puffed out of breath.

Deborah held open the door to the lab and ushered you all inside.

"Ok," Eddie sang skeptically as he watched Deborah go to close them inside.

Slipping his foot between the door he stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked. 

"You've got the gun, we've got a busted metal stick." Eddie reasoned.

You side glanced.

"we had a busted metal stick.... I dropped it back in the parking lot." you murmured guiltily.

"You'll be safe in this room, I need to make it to the firearms locker. I'm about out of bullets and there are still three of those things left." Deborah reasoned.

"So leave us the gun and run like hell and get you a couple of fresh ones." Amy said.

"No, she's right...she needs it." Eddie said with a heavy sigh.

He removed his foot from the door.

"I'll be back when it's clear. If it gets quiet, head for the cars and get out." Deborah instructed.

"Trust me, you don't have to tell me twice," Eddie said.

"We'll get out if you take too long." you said.

"but I'd rather you come back." you added.

Deborah smiled faintly, "I'm a stubborn bitch to take down, you can trust that. Just hold tight, alright." she said, closing the door.

Amy rushed to lock it from the inside, and the three of you glanced at each other.

"So now we just....wait?" Eddie questioned.

You peered out of the small glass window in the door, and as you did so you could hear the shattering of the windows in the Lobby.

"Get back!" Eddie called, taking you and Amy by the arm, he pulled you away from the door.

On instinct, together you all sank to the ground in the corner and huddled together.

You could feel your pulse running a race in your veins.

Your hand moved with a mind of its own as it reached for Eddie's hand. You held it tight.

Eddie glanced at you, He would tell you it was going to be ok, but he couldn't even tell himself it was going to be ok.

"Things are far from ok, when you're constantly being hunted by...demon dogs...alien dogs...whatever." He thought.

Pulling his hand away from you, he instead placed that arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer as if sheltering you under his wing.

You looked up at him with grateful eyes and then mimicked his motion for Amy, who gladly huddled under your arm.

"Officer Sinclair will handle them." you whispered.

"And with any luck...these are the last of them." you added.

However, the sounds of gunfire and the wails of the monsters shook the confidence from your words.

The lights in the Medical Lab flickered violently before the room fell into darkness.

"Not again." you whimpered.

"Again?" Eddie and Amy asked.

"Yes...." you murmured softly, You eyes carefully scanning the room.

The tips of your fingers started to feel cold, a slippery tingle dripping down the back of your neck. 

Eddie and Amy watched you as you seemed to cower.

"It's the prey drive, all you need to do is stop running. You are not the prey."

A rough voice echoed in you head.

"That voice..." you thought, you could clearly picture the familiar face of the odd child in your dream.

You quickly pinched yourself. "

"ow!" you yelped.

"What was that for?" Amy asked.

"I had to make sure I was awake.... I can't go to sleep." you explained.

Eddie eyed you in confusion up and down.

"And....why not? Why would you?" He asked carefully.

"I seem to wake up somewhere else." you confessed, your voice small.

"Like...." Eddie lulled, as he drew ina slow shakey breath.

"When you went missing for six days?" he questioned.

You gave a stiff nod.

"Shit." Amy hissed, tossing her arms around you.

"Hold her down," Amy said.

Eddie copied Amy's movement and wrapped his arms around you as well.

"You should have told me it started with dreams...." Amy whispered.

The gravity in her voice made you nervous. "Why?" you asked.

"Boris had dreams too.... it's why they kept him locked away in the room," Amy stated.

"B-Boris?" Eddie asked, looking between the two of you.

"Who the hell is Boris?" He asked, "and....why was he locked away?" 

"He's nobody," Amy said quickly.

She'd hoped it would hush him.

"Worry about yourself for now, and don't let go." Amy said.

Eddie frowned, he would remain quiet for now, but one way or another someone was going to give him some answers.

Deborah reached the firearms locker and shut herself in. The monster dogs slamming against the sturdy metal door like rain pelting a window.

Resting against the door, Deborah caught her breath, her eyes lighting up at the various weapons before her.

"Made it, now I can give those things a taste of their own medicine." she thought, collecting a few guns and loading them up.

Meanwhile, in the Medical Lab, Amy sat huddled together glaring at Eddie, who would not stop staring at her.

You looked between them nervously.

"You guys ok?" you whispered.

"No, I want to know why Rughead keeps staring at me." Amy spoke with pointed words.

Eddie's eyes thinned in annoyance.

"Can you not call me that?" He asked dryly.

"No. It's your new name, deal with it." Amy shot.

You sighed, "I guess he probably wants answers.... that's all." you said.

"Yes, he does, but that's not why I'm staring." Eddie stated simply.

"Then what's your problem?" Amy asked.

"Outside, you poofed out of thin air, I know I've had some shit tonight....but I definitely saw that." Eddie spoke with critical caution.

"So what are you?" He asked.

"A magician!" Amy cheered quietly with jazz hands as she gave a grin of fake cheer.

Eddie's brows lifted, unimpressed with her sarcasm, and Amy fixed her expression to match.

"It's none of your business." she shot.

"I'm stuck in a small room, hiding in the corner in the dark from the most metal dogs in the history of ever," Eddie said holding up a single finger.

"Which would be some hellaciously boss shit - if they weren't trying to eat us," he added struggling to contain his frustration.

"I think it's my business." Eddie finished.

Amy shook her head, "Nobody asked you to show up." Amy grumbled.

"Well, I'm glad he did... I was almost monster food," you whispered.

"But," you added hesitantly.

"I get what Amy is trying to say...the wrong way mind you but still. It's best if you don't get too involved. We've found ourselves heading down the rabbit hole, and it doesn't look very nice." you murmured.

Eddie looked between the two,.

"So call me the mad hatter, I've got a march hare plus Tweedle Dee and Dum too." Eddie said.

You nearly laughed as a faint smile came to your face.

"No." Amy stated.

"Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to help you." she said.

"This is our business, you are not a part of it." Amy said pointedly.

Eddie looked at you and frowned while you tried to offer a smile.

Eddie's eyes fell to his watch, "it's been nearly fifteen minutes." he said, looking up towards the door.

"How much longer should we wait?" Amy asked, listening to the gunfire down the hall.

"She said if it gets quiet to run. We hear gunshots...that must be a good thing." you reasoned.

"It also means those things aren't dead yet, which is pretty bad - If you ask me." Eddie chimed in.

"So do we break for it?" Amy asked.

"But what if Officer Sinclair needs help?" you asked.

"She's a cop, she'll be fine -" Amy said, her words drowned out by a booming sound that shook the building.

"What the hell was that?" Eddie asked quickly.

"And why'd it sound like a hand grenade...." Amy said, looking between them.

Eddie hopped to his feet, and pulled each of you up with him.

"Alright, no. Time to leave." He said.

Amy crept to the door and peeked out of the small window, outside a thin layer of smoke hovered. "

We've actually got a good bit of cover, that smoke should mess with their sense of smell." Amy said, slowly opening the door.

With just enough space to slip through, Amy took the lead, you and Eddie following after.

"You know, it would have been a wise idea to see if they had any sleeping drugs," Eddie whispered, following behind you.

"It's a police station, not a hospital, I doubt they would have." you said.

"You need to pacify perps sometimes, right? I'm not saying it would have been strong...." said Eddie.

Amy gave a hard roll of her eyes, "Yeah, you wanna be the one to get those things to take it?" she asked.

Eddie paused in his step and gave a nod of his head, "point taken." he hummed.

As the three of you rushed out of the police station, you noticed a man getting out of a tan Chevrolet Blazer.

"Whoa nice stash." Amy chimed as he looked at your frantic figures bewildered.

"Hands up where I can see them," The man's voice called.

Your hands quickly shot into the air, while Amy and Eddie gave synchronized eye rolls, each lazily raising their hands. 

"What are you three up to at the station at this time of night..." The man asked carefully, his eyes narrowed as they fell on Eddie.

"Don't I know you?" he asked.

Eddie titled his head to one side, dryly looking the cop up and down,.

"You might probably not so much me as the company I kept." Eddie grumbled. 

You stole a glance at him curiously.

"Officer Sinclair needs help" you said, turning your attention to the cop.

"She had us try and call the police chief, but he isn't picking up, there are things in there," Amy added in quickly.

"Things?" The cop asked slowly.

You studied the look in his eyes and slowly lowered your hands.

"Monsters." you said.

"Monster dogs really, we think... um -" Eddie lulled glancing back nervously towards the station.

"Their heads kinda...Shwuush..." He said,  mimicking the opening motion with his hands, "fly open." Eddie said.

"And they haven't got a face...." You added.

"And they really like this one here." Eddie said, pointing a finger down at you above your head.

"Although, I-I don't really blame them." Eddie said with a shrug.

You and Amy both turned to look at him and in return, Eddie began to fiddle with the ends of his hair.

"I mean, not to eat or anything - that would be, weird or-" Eddie mentally kicked himself as he continued to fumble with his words.

"Just shut up!" his mind shouted at him. 

"...you know t-taken, um" Eddie cleared his throat and lightly kicked at the asphalt.

"Wrong." He said.

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and drew in a deep breath, turning to look at the cop.

"Um so... Officer Sinclair, monsters...you'll help her, right?" you asked, your voice higher than it should be.

The cop looked at each of you somewhat fed up.

The annoyance slipped away from his face as he peered at the station, gunshots fired, and it was enough to cause him to draw his own gun.

"Stay out here." He said simply, heading for the shattered doors.

The three of you turned and watched the cop go.

"Like hell." Eddie murmured, jogging towards his van.

He opened the back doors and started to dig beneath the folded-down seat.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Getting a rope, I'll tether my van to your car, and you can pull my tire out of the monster mush - then we're getting out of here," Eddie said.

"Rughead finally has a good plan" Amy said, going to help out.

"But....we can't leave them!" you called, flinging your arms towards the station.

"If two cops can't handle those things, what good are we going to do?" Eddie asked.

You frowned, "it's not right." you said, looking between your friends and the station.

Eddie stopped and sighed, turning to face you.

"We'll only hold them back, ok?" he reasoned, rope in hand.

"Plus, those things are after you, right. Maybe knowing you're gone will... I dunno-"

Amy snapped her fingers and grinned, "distract them!" she cheered, cutting Eddie off.

"Yes" Eddie said with a nod.

"You think so?" You questioned.

"Only one way to find out, let's get this rope tied on." Amy said, taking one end of the rope.

"____, back your car up." she said.

Inside the station, Deborah growled at herself as she gave the dead creature before her a hard kick,.

"Son of a bitch." she vented briefly before turning her eyes to the remaining two.

Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger and it clicked emptily. Deborah looked down at the gun in her hands with wide eyes.

"I did not go through all my ammo already." she exhaled.

Deborah's eyes started to scan the room for a potential weapon, a stapler, the water jug, the radio, and a pair of steel scissors were the only decent make-shift weapons about.

"I don't like my odds with any of them." Deborah thought, backing up slowly against the wall.

"Why'd you run your ignorant ass into the coffee room?" she scolded herself.

Two loud shots fired as the monsters closed in, and Deborah's legs almost gave from under her.

"How'd you manage that?" She asked, looking at the whimpering hounds.

They were alive, but they seemed not to be able to move.

"Shoot any living thing in its spine, and it's not going anywhere," Hopper said, his eyes focused on the dogs.

Kneeling with caution, he examined one, turning it to look towards him.

The creature opened its mouth, and before it knew what happened, Hopper fired his gun and went to repeat the process with the remaining creature.

"Chief...what are these things?" Deborah asked.

Hopper shook his head, breathing a long, troubled sigh.

"They look like..." Hopper thought, giving the corpse a shove with the tip of his foot, "But they're smaller..." he thought.

"Chief?" Deborah asked, she watched Hopper gaze at the creatures.

"You've seen it before," she said quietly.

Hopper shook his head, "no," he said, voice distant.

Clearing his throat, he looked up at Deborah.

"No, of course not, I'm just...freaked out." Hopper said with a faltering smile.

"I mean...shit..." He sighed.

"I know..." Deborah said, shaking her head as she looked at the monsters.

Hopper watched her while her attention was elsewhere, "did she buy it?" He thought to himself.

Deborah pointed to the creature.

"You think the Nuclear plant has anything to do with this? Maybe some strays got caught in some of the waste, or...the waste is leaking into the water supply?" Deborah asked, turning her attention to Hopper.

"I think...for now, we get these things into my truck, I'll have someone do an autopsy on them, get down to the bottom of this," Hopper said.

"Sounds like a good idea, We can get the kids to help," Deborah said with a smile.

Hopper gave a nod and let Deborah led the way out of the Coffee room.

However, when the two made it outside the station, the parking lot was empty, save a few mashed monsters.

"W-where'd they go?" Deborah asked.

"Would you stay?" Hopper asked right back. 

Several blocks away, you pulled your car to a stop and hopped out, Amy doing the same.

You met Eddie halfway to his van.

"So now what?" Eddie asked.

"We all go home." you exhaled, looking around, it seemed like more of the creatures would pop out at any moment.

"Go home? Your serious?" Eddie asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and hugged yourself, "Yeah, that had to be the last of those things."

"There can't be more than that, it's impossible - not with only us having seen them." you reasoned.

"And even if they are, they clearly want me. You don't have to worry about leading them back to your place or your uncle," you added.

"My uncle likes a good hunt, actually," Eddie murmured.

He looked you over carefully, you looked as if your legs were hardly supporting you and your clothes had wrinkled like wet laundry after being left in a heap to dry.

"But, going home sounds good, you look beat," said Eddie.

"Sleep probably sounds real nice right now," he added.

You side glanced, thinking, "I won't get that at home even if I didn't have to run damage control with Dad."

"Dumbass, she can't sleep." Amy scoffed as a reminder.

"Oh, that's right." He murmured, a concern crossing his face.

You reached around and lightly touched the back of your neck.

"It's ok, I don't feel so strange anymore." you said, feeling slightly relieved.

"I can't say more odd events won't happen back home, but for now I feel fine." you thought.

Eddie and Amy glanced at each other skeptically.

"I think you better crash with me." Amy said.

You grimaced, you felt bad enough that Amy had to hide out in that dusty old basement, and you couldn't imagine spending a night there yourself. A childhood fascination with the old home, or otherwise.

Amy laughed, "don't look at me like that, I've cleaned the place up nice. It's awesome now." she said.

"I can make sure you don't poof away in the night," Amy added.

"I think you should listen to Weird Girl, if you're sleepwalking, a sleepover is probably a good idea." Eddie said.

"Hello, name - Amy." Amy grumbled with a dry wave.

Eddie's gaze slipped over to her as he smirked.

"It's not all that nice is it." he shot, eyes thinning into a halfhearted glare.

"If I have to be Rughead, your name is Weird Girl." He added.

Amy rolled her eyes and you laughed quietly.

"Really I'll be ok, I've got three people in my household." you said.

Neither Eddie nor Amy seemed convinced.

"And?" Amy shot, "they aren't worth a damn." she said.

"Nobody expected what happened the first time, and it's not like I told them exactly what happened. But my dad likes to run a tight ship, so I'm sure he will be watchful. Even if he just thinks I'm sneaking out the house." you explained.

After you heaved a heavy sigh, "especially if he thinks I'm sneaking out the house." 

"You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?" Amy said, her brows knitting together as she shook her head hopelessly at you.

"No, I'm just....trying to get things to feel normal. You can will things into being, I have to believe that. So if I put this behind me, maybe it will be over and a nice, simple summer can get underway." you said with a strained smile.

Eddie stood quietly with a frown etched on his face, he released a dissatisfied sigh, his arms dropping to his side.

"I can't kill her optimism." He thought to himself.

Lazily reaching out an arm, he walked towards you, pulling you into a one-armed hug.

"Fine, but I could use a break from being superman for a night." Eddie said with a wink.

There went the butterflies again, "you play too much." you murmured shyly. 

Eddie gave a small grin, "just make sure we see you tomorrow." he said, heading for his van. 

You and Amy returned to the car and got inside, the ride back to the Creel Mansion was a quiet one as both of you were drained beyond imagination. Sometime along the way, Amy fell asleep.

Back at your house, You crept through the front door as quietly as you could, your parents would be furious and there was no real way you could begin to explain what had happened that night.

The house was dark except for the blue light coming from the downstairs television.

Your heart sank, you gave up your hopes of sneaking and trudged into the living room.

"They aren't home yet, Dad dragged mom to a dinner party," Patrick muttered dryly from his seat on the sofa.

You exhaled in relief.

"You'll still be in trouble," He snickered, tossing you an amused smirk.

"You don't have to tell him anything. For all he knows, I got back home at a good hour." you pleaded.

"Not a chance, I take my licks from Dad when I mess up - you should too," Patrick said with a scowl.

Your gaze wavered to the side, "I get in trouble too. Just not in the same way as you do." you whispered.

Maybe if you stood there long enough he would notice the terrible state you were in, or maybe he hardly saw you enough these days to care. However, that didn't feel true.

You waited, hopeful, no you didn't want to have to explain things. But you just wanted to be seen.

"Could you go? You're ruining the movie." Patrick muttered, kicking his feet up on the sofa.

"Sorry, I'm gone." you spoke quietly, heading for the stairs, you bit your lip.

It wasn't his fault, it was their father that had created the divide between them.

"I miss when he was my little Patty.... I miss when he used to come to me advise," you thought.

Weariness made the aches of you body much more prominent as you climbed the stairs.

"I miss the little boy who'd bring me bandaids just because I stubbed my toe - I miss being sissy." a bittersweet smile came to your face as childhood memories came back.

You stood before your bedroom door.

"I also very much miss not being afraid of my room." you whispered.

Closing your eyes again, you willed the idea that everything was fine, completely normal, and walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You went through the motions of feeding Shelob, and you released the live cricket you'd been saving for your fuzzy friend.

A small smile was brought to your face as you watched Shelob eagerly stalking her prey.

"I should find you more live prey, you really seem to like it." you yawned.

Trudging to the bed, you kicked off your shoes and flopped down, rolling onto your side.

Curling up as small as you could, you lifted your wrist to look at the leather bracelet.

"It's got dark patches from the monster blood now." you thought with a frown.

Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

"Maybe, I can get it cleaned. It's leather, after all. I can't let it get ruined." your thoughts slowly faded as sleep took you.

One hope lingering in the back of your mind, "don't let it happen again."

Amy chomped away at a plum she'd lifted from the grocery store a few days ago, and listened to the local news from her little radio.

She lay on her stomach in the little fort tent she had built for herself, blankets and pillows piled high.

"Nobody is talking about it yet, so Officer Sinclair and that other guy haven't gone public with it yet..." Amy murmured.

"It is pretty early, but who cares, mutant monsters terrorizing townspeople." Amy sighed, tossing the pit of the plum across the basement, landing it in a dusty unopened box.

A few hours passed and the last remnants of night would soon be fading, a figure snuck down the sidewalk of a quiet upper-middle suburban block.

Crickets still chirped, a dog bayed off in the distance, and the air smelled of summer breeze kissed grass. 

The figure shadowed by the night hopped the back fence into the McKinney's backyard.

Eddie stood up and examined the large backyard.

"Hello pool." He said in a whisper of a whistle, but being impressed did nothing for the disappointment on his face.

"Three people she said, the car is not in the driveway." Eddie thought, walking closer to the house.

His eyes scanned the windows carefully, there were three of them upstairs.

"Which one is yours." Eddie thought.

Glancing over the rest of the house, Eddie spotted a soft light in what looked like the back door to the living room. Being as careful as he could, Eddie snuck over, peering into the glass.

"Patrick," Eddie murmured, watching his fellow student kick back while watching a movie.

It was only the back of his head, but it was hard to mistake the slightly lopsided high-top fade.

Backing away, Eddie cast his eyes back up, only one room had a light on.

"Must be it," he said, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small, worn drawstring bag.

Reaching into it, he pulled out two small dice, the numbers fading away from them. Looking up at the windows, Eddie drew back his hand and chucked one of the dice away from him, up towards the glass.

After several attempts, Eddie paused.

"Only two dice left" He thought.

Eddie stole a glance towards the back door window, it seemed Patrick was still very much into his movie, or sleep, He couldn't tell.

"Come on, I need a crit." Eddie whispered to the die in his hand before tossing it up towards the glass.

A faint thud against the wall and the soft but relentless skittering of legs up and down your arms coaxed your heavy eyelids awake.

You let out a soft groan.

"Guys let me sleep." you murmured gently brushing at the tiny spiders,.

They were quick to return to whereever it was they'd come from as you slipped your feet out of the bed and wandered over to the window.

Eddie smiled as he could hear the window raise and your groggy face poked out while rubbing your eyes.

"Pssst," Eddie called up with a wave.

"Eddie?" you called quietly, glancing around in panic.

He smiled and held out his arms, "only one guy in this world with my unfortunate face." He teased.

"J-just hold on." you stammered, darting back into your room and ducking down before the window. 

You lifted a wicker laundry basket to reveal a rope ladder with one end nailed to the floor. Quietly, you lowered the free end out the window.

"Hurry, before someone sees you." you called down to him, you words hushed.

Eddie looked at the rope for a moment, stunned, before laughing quietly to himself as he started to climb.

You stood at the window fretting as he reached the top.

Eddie tilted his head and flashed you a grin as with the space of the window between you two, you almost stood nose to nose.

"What are you doing, don't just stay there, get in!" you said in a clear panic, your eyes looking past him to the houses beyond your backyard.

"Sweet little ____ McKinney has a rope ladder out her window." Eddie sang teasingly before climbing inside.

Once he'd stepped in and away, you swiftly shut her window and closed the curtains.

Eddie's eyes casually swept over your room, but he found himself trying to take in as much information as he could.

It was surprisingly sparse item-wise.

"I-It's in case of a fire!" you protested.

Eddie tore his eyes away from a trio of dance trophies on a shelf on your wall, he turned to look over his shoulder with a smile.

"Of course, I'm just teasing. It had to be something like that." He hummed.

You quietly rushed past him, snatching your night scarf off of your dresser, you went to the bedroom door. 

Eddie watched with curiosity as you tied it to the doorknob and the other end to the leg of your TV stand, securing the door shut.

"Why are you here?" you asked him in a fretful whisper, you eyed him up and down, and Eddie couldn't help but smirk as he stood up tall.

"I-In your pajamas?" you stammered.

You hadn't noticed when he was on the ground, He sported a faded band T under his jacket, but his pants were your average-striped pajamas. 

Eddie chuckled at himself this time.

"After what you said back in the station, did you really think at least one of us wouldn't come to check on you?" He asked.

You glanced away from him.

"I'm fine." you said, adding, "In fact, I was sleeping, not so much as a dream either." 

Eddie's smile faded into a look of slight concern.

"You told us there'd be three people here with you. Patrick's downstairs sleep or way into his movie and you folks are gone." Eddie stated.

"They're coming back, a late-night dinner party. My mom usually likes to overstay her welcome, so...." you murmured.

Eddie heaved a sigh.

"Great, well, I'm crashing here - until they come back." He said, walking to your bed, he sat down on the floor.

You blinked several times, "um..." you hummed.

"What?" the question came out in a squeak that caused Eddie to laugh, he tried to quiet himself.

"Shhhhh" you hushed.

Eddie gave a nod, "sorry" he whispered, removing his jacket and balling it up, laying it down on the floor. 

"Y-your serious?" you asked stomach turning into anxious knots.

"So serious, I can't let you vanish for another week, come hell or high water, you're coming to our show this Tuesday," Eddie said playfully.

The knots tightened and then uncoiled in an instant.

"He really wants me there then." you thought.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor, we've got a sleeping bag in the hall closet." you sighed.

"Yeah, but if Patrick's not sleeping he'll hear you rummaging around in there right? And it's going to be a pain in the ass rigging that lock again." Eddie reasoned.

"I'm good, I used to sleep on the floor all the time at Scott's sad sleepovers." He laughed.

You quietly walked over to Eddie and sat down on the floor across from him, folding your legs like a butterfly.

"Sad sleepovers?" you questioned.

"Yeah," Eddie said in a fond chuckle.

"Scott's an only kid, we've been friends since elementary school. He was picked on a lot. But he's always been a cool dude. Can draw like something out of this world and is the best backup vocalist, learns any instrument you throw at him." Eddie said.

You couldn't help but smile at how much pride Eddie seemed to take in his friends.

"But he didn't have lots of friends back then, it got worse in middle school. I started making friends and Scott...just didn't. So I brought him to Jeff who I'd started the band with, and Jeff had a friend - that was Gareth.  Scott's house was the biggest at the time and had this big basement." Eddie said.

His voice fell into a comforting lull as he recounted his memories.

"We figured if we all crashed at Scott's house on the weekends, the three of them would become friends eventually. Only Scott had never hosted a sleepover. We tried to tell him it's no big thing. But he wanted to 'do it right', heh, it was terrible." Eddie said.

"He had all the corniest board games and movies, eventually, we found out we all liked DnD and that made them a lot less bad." He said.

You smiled faintly, "that doesn't sound so terrible, a few corny board games." you said.

Eddie raised a brow.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to play them. I mean, He had the girliest games. Most ideas he got about sleepovers came from summer chick flicks." Eddie mused.

"I'm sure even sleepovers you've had with Robin have been better." He said.

You sucked in your lips and side glanced.

"It's already late, we should get to bed." you said quickly.

Eddie watched you confused, he was having fun just talking, and now he could feel a wall forming around you.

You walked to a trunk in your room to retrieve a throw blanket.

Eddie got to his feet and carefully walked to you.

"Um...did I do something?" he asked cautiously.

"No, no, it's just late." you peeped awkwardly, clearing your throat.

Turning around to return to him, you gave yourself a fright as you found him standing there peering down at you.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie..." you sighed, heart thumping hard in your chest.

He laughed softly, "sorry." he said, taking the blanket from her hands.

You looked down at your two pairs feet, the tips of your socks lined with the tips of his black and white converse.

"I've never...." you sighed, closing your eyes, you gripped at the sides of your shirt.

"I um...well, even with Robin...." you felt silly, it wasn't such an odd thing, was it?

Then again, it's what all girls were expected to have done once, a real proper sleepover.

Eddie watched yopu intently, and then it dawned on him. 

"Oh" he mouthed to himself before a wicked smile spread across his face.

He gently flicked your nose, "You've never had a sleepover." He said.

You shook your head, "No one is allowed to stay here, Dad doesn't want things ruined, and he says kids and teens are little wrecking balls."

"And..." you hummed, titled your head, "I guess...he's protective. I can't go to anyone's place for a night if he hasn't met and approved of their family. Dad doesn't like Robin....says he doesn't care for the way she looks."

Eddie's eyes shimmered, "then he'd blow several gaskets if he knew about this." He said.

You looked up at Eddie, your brows knitting together.

"I don't want to think about that. You need to be gone before they come back," you said.

"But I only just got here." He teased.

"and I get to be ____ Sweet Turtle's first," he whispered playfully.

Your whole face felt like it might combust as heat took over like a fever.

"Don't say it like that!" you nearly screamed.

Eddie rushed in and hugged you while trying to hold in his laughed

"shhhh, ____," he said in a whisper, between quiet laughs. 

"It's your fault!" you hissed quietly, glaring.

Eddie let you go and walked back to his place on the floor with the throw blanket.

"It's not wrong, just a totally different context than your dirty little mind," Eddie said.

You watched him, embarrassment growing as you tried to hold her glare.

Eddie flashed her an overly sweet smile and batted his eyelashes rapidly.

And in a voice that sounded a lot like Olive Oyl said, "Tell me I'm still your favorite freak?"

You ambled to your bed and gathered the blanket from it into your arms before walking around to the other side where Eddie sat on the floor.

You looked down at him with a flat expression.

"You're not my favorite freak." you said, laying out your blanket a few feet away from him.

"Ow...that's not nice. I was just playing." Eddie sulked.

You laid down on a portion of your blanket and wrapped the rest of it over yourself.

"You're not a freak." you stated, "Freaks don't have friends who care so much about them, Eddie."

Eddie smiled, He could read your eyes, and he knew the look in them, it was so self-deprecating that it almost hurt to watch.

"You don't understand, I'm proud of the title." Eddie said slowly.

"It's the world that made the word freak bad. But at the root of it all, it's just being different from what is expected, that's not always bad. In fact, it can be something pretty damned amazing." Eddie explained.

You wouldn't look at him as your fingers fiddled with your bracelet under the covers.

Eddie laid down onto the carpet and pulled his blanket over himself.

"Think about it, as a thing Freak is just a thing that's not like the rest...that could be having a third eye, four ears, or no lungs." Eddie said. 

"That all sounds awful." you muttered, Eddie simply smiled.

"Yeah, but it could also mean being the fastest swimmer on record, being the youngest person to go to college, seeing sound in the form of colors," Eddie paused and tapped the corner of his eye.

"or having ____ eyes with a single dark/light blue patch in one of them," He said.

You looked up at him in mild shock.

"That's not a bad thing, that's just beautiful and kinda freakish." He hummed with a warm smile.

"It's also something unusual, hard to explain, mind-boggling...that's not always bad." Eddie said, resting his head on his jacket.

You used your arm as a pillow and looked at Eddie with heavy eyelids.

His voice was oddly calming.

You gave a sleepy smile.

"I freaked out when I saw how beautiful she was. That concert was freakin' amazing." Eddie thought back to that day in the woods behind the school.

As of right now, he was contently amused with the hazy smile in your eyes.

You gave a weak nod, murmuring, "Then you're not only my favorite freak...."

Your eyes started to close on you.

"You...." and sleep took you.

Eddie sat up quickly, "what?" he asked.

You simply responded with a quiet breathy snore. He deflated and nestled back down.

Laying his head down he chuckled quietly to himself, reaching out a hand he rested it as close to you as he could without moving.

"Good night," He whispered as he continued to lay and watch over you. Your sleeping face kept him entranced until his body gave in and started to drift to sleep.

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[agentcable]

Chicago Justice Season 1 Ep. 1 "Fake"

Assistant State's Attorney Peter Stone and Chief Investigator Antonio Dawson are preparing to prosecute the suspect responsible for the warehouse fire. However, the suspect's supposed confession is deemed inadmissible, and the defense prevents a cross-examination of the defendant by Stone. Therefore, the State's Attorney's office must find a motive and bring justice to both the victims and their families.

The crossover between Chicago Fire and Chicago P.D. concludes in this episode, which began on "Deathtrap" and continued on "Emotional Proximity".

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

The courthouse is packed with media and families of the victims. The police questioned Dylan Oates' acquaintances, Peter Stone and Anna Valdez. In court, Dylan informs the judge that he is waiving his right to counsel as the hearing is only about whether he will be granted bail. One of the parents shouts to hang him, while others yell that he killed his son. He is denied bail.

Stone and Jefferies walk towards their office. They both doubt Voight's claim that Dylan confessed. Although they have a witness who saw him start the fire, she has trouble with her vision now. On the plus side, one of the victims was Olinsky's daughter Lexi. Jefferies wants his ASA team to figure out why. They all know he is a monster, but they need to give a reason to the jury. Otherwise, the jury won't be able to comprehend the monstrosity. He informs Stone that cases such as this one could make or break his career. Losing would be catastrophic.

Alvin Olinsky visits Antonio Dawson, who offers his condolences. Laura Nagel from the ASA office also offers her condolences. Olinsky privately discusses with Antonio the possibility of an attorney claiming coercion. Antonio asks if Oates confessed, to which he responds that the culprit killed Lexi. When Antonio returns, Laura suggests that things seem suspicious. Antonio denies knowledge, stating that he was not present to hear anything. She states that she is part of the team but needs to know which team they belong to before the game commences.

Antonio and Laura visit Dylan's parents, who insist that he is innocent; his father asserts their right to remain silent. He then complains, asking when the media "pricks" will leave them alone. Antonio sarcastically responds that unfortunately, they have rights! Mrs. Oates informs them that Dylan was a loner. He woldn't go to a rave. He was a data processor, and 8 hourrs on the computer was never enough. Non of this is an element of murder.

Antonio closes the door and talks to Peter Stone about kids. He wants to grab Olinsky and tell him that everything will be okay, but he knows it won't be.

Antonio admits that he didn't actually hear the confession; only Voight and Olinsky did. Stone was aware of this fact all along but is furious that it took Antonio 24 hours to tell him the truth. They argue about ethics and what is right when Anna interrupts announcing that Albert Forest made a motion to suppress the confession.

During the meeting, Voight tells Stone that he needs to trust him and that he has the right to take the stand to tell his story. Stone responds by saying that having a right and doing what is right are two completely different things. Before leaving, Stone offers his condolences to Voight.

In court, Stone stands up and announces that the people will not oppose his motion to suppress the confession. Upon hearing this, Olinsky leaves the courtroom. Although Albert Forest is pleased that people have identified the weaknesses in their case, Stone intends to proceed to trial and has been granted permission.

Anna provides Stone with a list of articles related to the Kimball factory, including one that mentions a "Kiddie Sex Den". They discover that the raves were organized by pedophiles to attract underage teenagers. Anna mentions that, according to a therapist, pyromania is one of the consequences of child abuse. Stone informs Jefferies that they now have a motive. However, Jefferies is hesitant, as he believes that this could give the defense an opportunity to use a sympathy defence. He instructs them to stick to the actual facts they have.

During the investigation, Lt. Kelly Severide from the Chicago Fire Department testified in court. Severide was questioned by Forest about Mr. Kimball's failure to follow fire codes. Tamara also testified and described Dylan's behaviour on the night of the rave. Stone presented the same items to the jury.

When Forest asked Tamara if she was under the influence of drugs or alcohol, she admitted to taking some Molly but remained steadfest in her account of what she witnessed, despite Forest's persistent questioning. Voight is next on the stand. He confirms the findings in Dylan's apartment. Forest tries to intimidate him by bringing up Lexi. If they could get someone convicted for the fire, it would give Olinsky some peace. The judge wants to know why the confession wasn't put into evidence. If the ASA can't believe his words, how can he expect the court to believe him now?

Stone and Anna are in the office when Anna asks if he could ever defend someone like Dylan Oates. He says he would never have to think about it. He is a prosecutor because he thinks of the victims, and right now, he is letting 39 of them down. They decide to subpoena Anders, the writer of the article about raves being used for underage sex. Anders says, he doesn't need preperation for court because he is a journalist and has the 1st amendment and shield law to protect him. Stone insists that what he does is not journalism and threatens to have Anders arrested for contempt. Anders mentions a weekend that Stone spent at the Huntington Hotel in Grand Beach four years ago.

Stone demands an explanation for Anders' actions, but Anders counters by asking if Stone has an idea of the lawsuit he would have to deal with from the 39 families. Stone challenges Anders to prove his claims, but Anders refuses to reveal his sources. Before leaving, Anders tells Stone to give his regards to Joan. Stone informs Joan that Anders is aware of their affair. Joan reuqests that Stone not call him as a witness, but she realizes that Stone is not seeking her permission; he is merely warning her. In anger, she stroms out of the restaurant.

Anders is a hostile witness. He admits that the article is about underage sex, where pedophiles drugged and got children high to manipulate them. The defense has no questions, and the prosecution rests.

Anna visits Stone's office and asks if he is okay. He is frustrated that Forest did not question Anders or his article. Anna suggests that Anders may have something on Forest. In court, Mrs. Oates maintains that her son is innocent, but admits that he changed after returning from a fishing trip with her brother, who she now confesses was molesting him. She believes that if Dylan committed the fire and killing of the children, it is her fault, not his.

During the conversation, Stone learns that Forest intentionally sent a list of articles to him, not by mistake. Forest did this to enable Stone to introduce the defense to him. Forest questions whether Mrs. Oates way lying and emphasizes that perception is everything. He claims that Dylan was never abused. Stone reminds Forest that there are 39 deceased children, but Forest is only concerned about protecting the one living child. Forest is confident that the trial will end in a hung jury.

Stone intends to call Dylan Oates as a witness. The judge grants Forest 24 hours to prepare his client.

Antonio and Laura are tasked with locating a witness who has not yet come forward. While at the memorial site, Antonio encounters Olinsky who expresses regret for not having killed Oates when he had the opportunity. Olinsky provides a tip when they discover a note from Chloe, who had not previously given a statement.

Laura visits Chloe's room to speak with her. Upon seeing the note she left for her deceased brother, she begins to cry. She admits to recognizing Dylan, who was arguing with a girl named Tamra. They confront Tamra with the knowledge that she knew more than just stepping on a paper bag.

On social media, she rejected him and went to a party instead of going out with him. She posted about it on Facebook, claiming responsibility for the deaths of all those people. Anna mentioned that she might have to testify, but Stone said only if necessary.

Dylan denied that his uncle did anything inappropriate to him while on the stand. Stone approached the stand and asked why Dylan claimed his mother knew nothing about his life, then questioned him about his Facebook. Dylan denies being on Facebook, but Stone claims he opened a fake account, which Dylan denies.

Stonr presents a picture of Tamra Collins, and Dylan claims it is the blind girl who accused him. Stone questions why her pictures are all over Dylan's account if he doesn't know her. Dylan becomes jealous of the pictures showing Tamra having a good time. Finally, Dylan snaps and asks why he should care if Tamra would rather hang out with garbage than him? Stone has no further questions, and closing arguments will happen next.

Forest claims that Stone picked Dylan as his patsy. Stone admits that he did not disclose why Dylan started the fire and killed those 39 kids. Dylan himsel revealed the reason. He stalked a girl who did not reciprocate his feelings, hiding behind social media and a keyboard, where deceit and voyeurism thrive. Dylan repeatedly pounds his fist on the table until the judge orders him to stop.

In Dylan's mind, Tamra had the perfect life, and he was not a part of it. He resented not being part of her Facebook life. Stone asked if the tears were for the 39 dead or for his own life. Dylan attacked Stone and was restrained and removed from the courtroom. The jury found him guilty of aggravated arson and 39 counts of first-degree murder.

#USA #TV Serie #Crime #Legal #Drama #2017 #One Chicago #Chicago Justice

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

So I just watched Princess and the Popstar as part of my mega Barbie movie watch/rewatch. For reference, here's where it sits on my current personal tier list (I've seen more of them I promise, just not in a very long time). I feel that it's placement on my tier list is justified considering I feel the same way about it as I do Island Princess: two very good movies with just a few aspects which make me apprehensive about watching it twice (Tika. If Tika wasn't in Island Princess it would've been in yellow tier at least). I also didn't enjoy it as much as Diamond Castle or Three Musketeers, which are both films that came out in a similar timeframe to Princess and the Popstar. So, cyan-soon-to-be-green-tier-why-the-fuck-is-it-not-green-hold-on seems fitting.

I think y'all can tell that I like the Barbie movies.

Princess and the Popstar started off a banger (despite Princesses Wanna Have Fun being the bad kind of earworm - I hadn't watched the film in well over five years until today but that song was still getting stuck in my head every other week up until as of literally a few days ago probably). A nice little homage to Princess and the Pauper without totally ripping it off. Nice throwback to To Be a Princess there too, as a kid I hadn't seen Princess and the Pauper so I had no idea where the song came from or anything (literally I used to forget that the song was even in the movie) but as of today the original is literally my favourite Barbie movie ever so when I heard the opening lyrics I got... way too excited over this Barbie movie than I really should've. But yeah no the music in this damn movie is fantastic aside from the one song.

Tori and Keira were absolutely fantastic characters. They were VERY flawed but like can you blame them??? They're not even eighteen yet, they've both grown up in heavily restrictive environments (Keira having been performing since she was six and Tori acting out all the time as a result of the way she was brought up), have had such limited social interaction and have been taught to "never act your age" (act older than you really are) so it's totally reasonable that these girls are gonna fuck up and make mistakes and do stupid things (and hey they might be faking their identities but at least they're not committing identity theft pfffft). They don't have the wisdom of an average 17 year old yet but they're treated by everyone around them like they're so much older ESPECIALLY KEIRA (and yet she's the least impulsive one out of the two). Overall, I support womens wrongs. Genuinely listen to this movie's version of To Be a Princess, you'll absolutely get what I mean.

I still think that Serafina is superior to Vanessa but... Vanessa my beloved <3 Riff was not as fun but I love his name referring to a guitar riff while also being. Ya know. Dog.

My biggest complained about this movie is Crider's whole thing with the Diamond Gardenia like. If that whole plot hadn't been in the movie then it would've been so much better. Keep the whole drought thing for Tori's character development and whatnot, and make Amelia's whole thing about keeping Tori in line be about Amelia's Material Girl lifestyle and her not wanting Tori to find out about what kinda state the kingdom is in because "Vanessa, I'm a Material Girl" (make her an homage to best Barbie villain the Original Material Girl Preminger). Like girl does not want to give up her riches in order to help the populace. Do that instead of having an unrealistic magical diamond-growing plant and Basically Uncle Ian from Alvin and the Chipmunks having an unhealthy obsession with it... (the way he broke into the castle too like- those guards DESERVED to have their heads bonked with vases if that's how shit they are at their job).

To sum my thoughts up, I reckon this movie started off really strong but as soon as the Gardenia and Crider became a thing it began to very slowly fall off. A few changes could've made it so much better. Anyway it's nice to see that it wasn't as shit as I thought it would be, considering it was my childhood favourite :D

Also I stan Prince Liam. Dude was barely present, asked next to no questions and rolled with whatever out-of-left-field shenanigans were thrown at him and I support that. Also no forced romance or hinted feelings or anything, as far as I'm concerned he and Keira were just bros causing chaos together. Good for them.

#barbie #barbie movies #barbie princess and the popstar #barbie princess and the pauper #barbie review

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

fake it 'till you make it

by unholy_elysium The Bats know he is Tim Drake. They have to by now. But he can't deal with their confrontations, the expectations of Alvin Draper and Timothy Drake piled on top of each other. Tim can't do this. or The Bats have found out Tim is Timothy Drake, not Alvin Draper. They unexpectedly attend a gala, and Tim panics.   This is the second fic in a series. Can be read as a stand-alone, but it will probably make more sense if you read the rest too. Words: 1206, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of what's in a name? Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Jack Drake & Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Hurt Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Has Issues, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV Third Person Limited, Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Well that's what he thinks, who knows tho..., no beta we die like Tims self worth via https://ift.tt/Txker8u

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

[blep-23]

Hey, so what were your immediate thoughts when you realised just what it was Alvin was saying about the lobster claws, what that implied? And also remembering that Fishlegs was within earshot, and him realising what it indicated at the same time the reader was realising?

Alright so, answer under the line or whatever.

I would like to clarify that I spoiled myself already by looking through the httyd books tag and already knew that Alvin was Fishlegs dad. HOWEVER!!

THE LOBSTER CLAW NECKLACE?! THREW ME FOR A GOD DAMN LOOP!! Like at first when I heard Fishlegs had a lobster claw necklace in the first book I’m like, alright neat that’s a cool and distinct physical characteristic for Fishlegs. Glasses and lobster claw necklace. BUT THEN MORE HAPPENED!!

I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE A GOD DAMN PLOT POINT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS A PLOT POINT?!

I THOUGHT THE FAKE DRAGON JEWEL WAS THE REAL ONE! AND THEN WHEN ITS REVEALED IT IS IN FACT

FAKE?!

I was holding onto my chops my guy! I was wondering where TF the real dragon jewel was. And fuckin WODENSFANG KNEW it was FAKE?!

Granted you gotta give him props for going through with a promise, so like, no disrespect to Wodensfang. He’s also old as shit but we don’t talk about that-

I think I got sidetracked here. But! My reaction to realizing that Alvin had the lobster claw necklace? And then??? Gave it away??? Cause he thought “the fuck is this trash doing in this grave????”

Called him a bitch and laughed in his face at his pure stupidity. I was chanting for Fishlegs to kill Alvin when they fought. Sad Fishlegs didn’t but, proud of him still, he did the good and right thing to do in that moment.

#Lmao this was long #my bad #httyd #how to train your dragon books #httyd books ask #httyd book spoilers #spoilers #THIS IS CONSIDERED A SPOILER!!! #LAST BOOK SPOILER #YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

[agentbluefox]

Thinking about Face in ‘Beneath the Surface.’

The whole episode, everyone keeps talking basically about what a handful he was growing up, scamming the other kids in the orphanage, basically being the same old Face we know. But frankly, the things he did are pretty mild? it’s not like he was some holy terror, he was just a little boy who was good at selling a lie.

At first he’s defending himself, saying it was his ‘training ground’ or whatever, but as the episode progresses, we see that he really does seem to feel bad about being such a handful as a kid. Which... he was a little boy. He wasn’t in the best situation. And I’m not saying that lying and cheating is the right way to deal with things, but it’s understandable. He was a little kid in a world that had already proved itself to be unfair. And the worst thing he did it seems, was to sell his friend a fake treasure map.

Then towards the end, we get this scene here:

Face is once again apologizing (in his own way) for how he acted when they were younger. And then Barry drops this bomb.

So while Face scammed his friend out of a concert ticket, Barry scammed Face out of a family. Seemingly with no remorse. Sure, he tells Face about it here, but he says it like it’s no big deal. Even seems to think it’s funny.

Now if Face had been there, who knows if he would have been adopted in Barry’s place. Maybe, maybe not. But the point is that they believed Barry was Templeton Peck (or Alvin Brenner - depending what his name was at this point), and they adopted him believing that. (What I really want to know how the orphanage didn’t catch that but that requires more brain power than I’m putting into this post lol)

Face is the one consistently shown to want or even need that sense of belonging and of family (and also the first one to balk when he finally gets something close). To suddenly have it dropped on him so casually that he could have had it, that he almost did have it, maybe when he needed it most, seems especially cruel.

It’s in the past - a long time in the past by now - but no doubt it got him thinking about how different things could have been.

#I’m just ranting - don’t mind me #this scene makes me unreasonably angry lol #and then HANNIBAL #SIR #YOU’RE LAUGHING #YOUR SON JUST GOT DESTROYED AND YOU’RE LAUGHING #I’m choosing to believe that #Hannibal gives him a pat on the shoulder later and just casually says something about him already having a family #and then face is just standing there like ‘huh' #the a team #character analysis #Templeton Peck #faceman #hannibal smith #the a-team #and I’m not saying face is innocent by any means #but once again - he was just a little kid #and it feels like conning your frend out of concert tickets isn’t quite as bad as lying about who you are and getting adopted as your buddy #part of me feels like this was a set-up on Barry’s part #the way he says “that was part of the deal - remember?” #posted at an hour too late to be having coherent thoughts #I can write a whole freaking essay on this tiny scene from a tv show from the 80s - meanwhile my essay on Marcus Aurelius #remains regretfully unfinished #the agent speaks

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i do wonder how things would've gone on if steph had kept her baby. especially in her relationship with tim, but also just in general. like, he hasn't revealed himself to her so far and i don't know when he will, so i'm just imagining alvin draper babysitting so steph can have a night off. the baby rips of like half of his fake beard in minutes. mrs brown pretends not to be suspicious when she gets home from work.

#dc #stephanie brown #tim drake #like she did consider keeping the baby for a second there and i guess ultimately im glad dixon had her give up the kid for adoption #since the whole story line literally just existed as a weird anti choice psa on his part #but still