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anarchywoofwoof · 3 months

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the funny thing is that i don't think younger people - and i mean those under the age of 40 - really have a grasp on how many of today's issues can be tied back to a disastrous reagan policy:

war on drugs: reagan's aggressive escalation of the war on drugs was a catastrophic policy, primarily targeting minority communities and fueling mass incarceration. the crusade against drugs was more about controlling the Black, Latino and Native communities than addressing the actual problems of drug abuse, leading to a legacy of broken families and systemic racism within the criminal justice system.

deregulation and economic policies: reaganomics was an absolute disaster for the working class. reagan's policies of aggressive tax cuts for the rich, deregulation, and slashing social programs were nothing less than class warfare, deepening income inequality and entrenching corporate greed. these types of policies were a clear message that reagan's america was only for the wealthy elite and a loud "fuck you" to working americans.

environmental policies: despite his reputation being whitewashed thanks to the recovery of the ozone layer, reagan's environmental record was an unmitigated disaster. his administration gutted critical environmental protections and institutions like the EPA, turning a blind eye to pollution and corporate exploitation of natural resources. this blatant disregard for the planet was a clear sign of prioritizing short-term corporate profits over the future of the environment.

AIDS crisis: reagan's gross neglect of the aids crisis was nothing short of criminal and this doesn't even begin to touch on his wife's involvement. his administration's indifference to the plight of the lgbtq+ community during this devastating epidemic revealed a deep-seated bigotry and a complete failure of moral leadership.

mental health: reagan's dismantling of mental health institutions under the guise of 'reform' led directly to a surge in homelessness and a lack of support for those with mental health issues. his policies were cruel and inhumane and showed a personality-defining callous disregard for the most vulnerable in society.

labor and unions: reagan's attack on labor unions, exemplified by his handling of the patco strike, was a blatant assault on workers' rights. his actions emboldened corporations to suppress union activities, leading to a significant erosion of workers' power and rights in the workplace. he was colloquially known as "Ronnie the Union Buster Reagan"

foreign policy and military interventions: reagan's foreign policy, particularly in latin america, was imperialist and ruthless. his administration's support for dictatorships and right-wing death squads under the guise of fighting "communism" showed a complete disregard for human rights and self-determination of other nations.

public health: yes, reagan's agricultural policies actually facilitated the rise of high fructose corn syrup, once again prioritizing corporate profits over public health. this shift in the food industry has had lasting negative impacts on health, contributing to the obesity epidemic and other health issues.

privatization: reagan's push for privatization was a systematic dismantling of public services, transferring wealth and power to private corporations and further eroding the public's access to essential services.

education policies: his approach to education was more of an attack on public education than anything else, gutting funding and promoting policies that undermined equal access to quality education. this was, again, part of a broader agenda to maintain a status quo where the privileged remain in power.

this is just what i could come up with in a relatively short time and i did not even live under this man's presidency. the level at which ronald reagan has broken the united states truly can't be overstated.

#twitter #fuck ronald reagan #fuck conservatives

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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Okay, so I finally thought of another request here for you, hope it's not too much trouble.^^

A darling s/o who suddenly surprises them with sudden love and affection. They are not overly clingy like them but s/o just begins to listen to them more and calls them her husband happily. You can use Rufus/Vincent/Cloud for this one.

Rufus: He is a busy man. He knows he hasn't been spending much time with his darling lately and he feels guilty. But he has to clean up the mess his late father left behind. How unfortunate that "tragedy" deeply affected the company... Despite that, his darling has been understanding, as evidenced by her comforting words lately. Rufus knew she was coming soon, and he hoped the romantic candlelit dinner he had set up would make up for it. Maybe he'd even get the chance to give her the special prize he's been saving.

Rufus would then feel a rush of warmth when his darling appeared out of nowhere, almost toppling him over in his office chair. When he asked her what was the occasion, his darling would happily state she's just happy to finally see her husband in flesh as she peppers his cheeks with kisses. He would smile back, pecking at her lips as he removes her from his waist. As his darling inquires about their evening, Rufus will coyly look at the glinting, mako-encrusted band just barely visible from his desk. Perhaps this night will be the perfect one to propose.

Vincent: Amid his solitary musings, he was surprised when he felt his darling's arms wrap around him from behind. He would already recognise her scent as he gently drew her close with his arm. She carefully pulled away the fabric and buckles of his red cloak, her intention to reveal his lips. His darling then exclaimed with joy that she's glad she caught him in his usual spot. She confessed she had been missing him. Vincent would give her an inquisitive look, and with a little smile, ask if she really meant it - even when they had just seen each other the night before. She would giggle a yes and place a gentle kiss on his neck.

The darling will then ask Vincent if there was something wrong with a wife wanting to see her husband every night... Afterward, the only sound was the beating of her heart as the long, uneasy pause lingered. Just as the darling was about to take back her words, Vincent's deep voice cut through the silence.

"I guess not," he says. As he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his red eyes glimmered with a faint sparkle.

Cloud: After a recent skirmish, he would stand in his typical pose as he closed his eyes, and released a long, drawn-out sigh. He and his party faced off against a stronger enemy than they were used to. His body jolted at the sound of his name being shouted. Suddenly, he's swept up in his darling's embrace, feeling her lips cover his chest in kisses. Heat rose to his cheeks as he scolded his darling for sneaking upon him, especially since he was still holding the Buster Sword.

His darling would take a step back, her sorrowful expression making him feel guilty. Cloud exhaled quietly, reassuring her things are fine as his concerned eyes scanned her face. What has gotten into his darling? Did something happen? Cloud's darling then confided in him she had been feeling anxious, and seeing him get hurt in the last fight only intensified her worry.

"Hey. I'm fine, don't worry." Cloud's mako eyes, full of conviction and compassion, bore into her when he said his words. His darling would look up at him, her smile widened as she clung to his arm. Her lips moved in a sweet melody as she proclaimed that Cloud's the best husband she could wish for. Cloud's face grew hot as he stumbled for the right words, his mind racing to comprehend her last statement.

"d-don't say that..."

#cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #vincent valentine #vincent valentine x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #rufus shinra #rufus shinra x reader #c.c rambles #sleepyfaequeen #final fantasy #ff7 x reader #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii

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thegreatsinnamonroll · 7 months

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I am immensely enjoying new people getting into HypMic (mostly on this hellsite fuck Twitter) but you poor babies. Oh my god. You have zero knowledge coming into contact with BAT and Dotsuhon. So here is, admittedly rather condensed, a lore drop and why BAT and DH are important:

Bad Ass Temple

Starting with Nagoya's fiercest, Bad Ass Temple represents courage, standing for what's right, and never backing down.

Their leader, Kuko Harai, is a Buddhist monk (in training), and despite his unconventional appearance and punk-like personality, he's devoted to his faith and friends. Before he was part of BAT, he made friends with Ichiro Yamada after an aggressive fist fight where they were evenly matched. They gained respect for each other and made a team called Naughty Busters. Kuko was eventually brainwashed into leaving Ichiro, after which he went back to school and got in trouble for fighting off bullies from a friend of his.

Jyushi Aimono is a visual kei vocalist for the band Argo Orchestra as well as chunni (like his seiyuu!). He had a deeply troubled past, his parents often ignoring him. Jyushi became extremely close to his grandmother, who made him a small toy pig he named Amanda. He took Amanda everywhere with him, even to school, but a former friend motivated by jealousy relentlessly bullied him and encouraged others to do the same. Eventually Jyushi's grandmother was killed as a result of their hazing, sending Jyushi into a massive spiral.

Hitoya Amaguni is a lawyer who's seemingly only motivated by money, however his true colors shine when he takes on bullying cases. His brother was bullied until it caused his death, and since then Hitoya has been hunting down the people who did it. He has an intense sympathy for Jyushi and Kuko, despite trying to appear as if he doesn't care. He took on Jyushi's case and landed his bullies in prison, as well as clearing Kuko of the charges put against him. Because of their connection, the three of them were able to form Bad Ass Temple under Kuko's guidance.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Dotsuitare Hompo, or Dotsuhon, is a team that always gets back up when they're knocked down, a team that keeps fighting to make their place even if the world is against them. They're fun and engaging, bringing the joys of Osaka to HypMic.

Sasara Nurude may not seem like a leader to the untrained eye, but digging deeper into the comedian's backstory reveals an odd intensity for someone who never stops smiling. Due to his parents' rocky marriage and messy divorce, young Sasara found comfort in comedy and making people laugh. That carried with him to college, where he met his then comedy partner, Rosho. The two took Japan by storm, but a nasty breakup shattered all of Sasara's dreams. He wasn't about to give up, going to Tokyo to get a new outlook, and meeting up with Samatoki Aohitsugi, who, at the time, reminded Sasara of Rosho. A second nasty breakup occurred when Sasara was brainwashed, and the comedian resurfaced later on as the leader of Dotsuhon.

Rosho Tsutsujimori both blends in and stands out. He suffers from intense gifted kid burnout from his parents pushing him in grade school, resulting in him gaining a violent streak that persists to this day. He entered comedy school and formed Dotsuitare Hompo with Sasara until his stage fright and mutual miscommunication broke them apart. Since then, Rosho found a career in not just being a teacher, but being someone who supports and nurtures young talent. Sasara returned to him to have him join the new Dotsuhon, though at first Rosho declined.

Rei is the lore holder here, being the man who developed the Hypnosis Mics and Ramuda Clones. His past is shrouded in mystery, but we know that he only works with the government because they are holding his wife hostage. He calls himself a conman, wickedly intelligent and crafty. He was able to get Dotsuhon together by scamming one of Rosho's students, provoking the teacher enough to get him and Sasara to admit they missed the other.

I tried to make this as basic as possible but feel free to ask about other tidbits, there's a LOT that goes on outside of the anime but it can be hard to find. Anyway I'm Emmet, your local lore keeper!

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #bad ass temple #dotsuitare hompo #dotsuhon #kuko harai #jyushi aimono #hitoya amaguni #sasara nurude #rosho tsutsujimori #rei amayado

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chernobog13 · 1 year

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MGM’s feature film Tarzan the Ape Man (1931), and its sequel, Tarzan and His Mate (1934), both starring former Olympic swimmer Johnny Weissmuller, turned out to be huge successes for the studio. They also cemented in the public’s mind the image of the monosyllabic, grunting ape man.

That iteration of the ape man was so popular that it was used in the non-MGM film serial Tarzan the Fearless (1933), starring another Olympic swimmer, Buster Crabbe.

Tarzan creator Edgar Rice Burroughs praised the films in public (they were making him money, after all), but privately hated their portrayal of his most prized creation. So he partnered with a family friend, Ashton Dearholt, and produced the 12 chapter-serial The New Adventures of Tarzan (1935).

The serial starred yet another Olympian, Henry Brix, in the title role. Ironically, Brix had been MGM’s first choice to play Tarzan in their films. Brix, unfortunately, broke his shoulder while filming another movie. MGM went with their second choice, Weissmuller, and the rest is history.

Frankly, just by physique alone I think Brix is the superior Tarzan. Even in his early films Weissmuller always looked a little doughy to me.

Brix’s Tarzan was also extremely faithful to the character from Burroughs’ novels: the cultured, educated, literate Lord Greystroke who spoke several languages, yet was unmistakably a man of action. This was the last time Tarzan would be depicted so until 1959′s Tarzan’s Greatest Adventure.

Once the troubled production was completed (and that story is practically a book in itself), movie theatres were offered two different was to exhibit the serial: as a stand-alone feature 70 minutes in length, entitled Tarzan and the Lost Tribe; or a feature-length (65 minutes) first episode, followed by the remaining 11 chapters.

Reviews of the film were generally poor in the US, and The New Adventures of Tarzan was the last Tarzan serial ever produced. However, like most Tarzan films of the time, it was a great success overseas. So much so, in fact, that in 1938 the last ten chapters of the serial were edited together to become the feature Tarzan and the Green Goddess.

Brix felt he was typecast after the serial was released, so he soon changed his name to Bruce Bennett. That’s how he’s billed in the numerous films and television episodes he appeared throughout the 1940s and 50s.

Some trivia regarding The New Adventures of Tarzan:

- The film was set, and largely filmed, in Guatemala.

- Producer Ashton Dearholt, who was married, met his leading lady, Ula Holt, on a previous trip to Guatemala. Dearholt was so smitten that he took Holt home to live with him. That promptly led Dearholt’s wife, Florence Gilbert, to leave with their two children and divorce him.

- Dearholt also played Raglan, the villain of the story. He claimed he had to step in to play the role when the actor hired for the part, Don Costello, got sick. This earns him the “George Santos Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire Award,” as there was no Don Costello. It was just a story Dearholt made up because he always planned to act in the film.

- Edgar Rice Burroughs fell in love with Dearholt’s ex, Florence Gilbert, when he first met her in 1929. During filming of the serial in 1935 Burroughs divorced his wife and married Gilbert, despite (or perhaps because) her being 30 years younger than him.

- Tarzan’s chimpanzee companion in the film was named Nkima, not Cheeta as in the MGM films. Jiggs the chimp played both roles, and he was paid $2,000 for his work in the serial.

- Herman Brix was hired at the salary of $75 a week but, other than his travel and accommodations in Guatemala, never got paid for his work.

- There are stories that Brix was personally chosen by Burroughs to play Tarzan. Brix himself stated that he only met Burroughs briefly after filming had wrapped. The only actor Burroughs actually picked for the role was Jim Pierce, for 1927′s Tarzan and the Golden Lion.

#The New Adventures of Tarzan #Tarzan #Herman Brix #Tarzan and the Green Goddess #Tarzan and the Lost Tribe #movie serials #Edgar Rice Burroughs

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ash-the-porcupine · 2 years

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Sneak Peek of Unpublished Sequel of Sing 3: Straight To The Top

It had been a long trip in Mora. They had travelled all the way to Loralei to perform in Starfire theater under the employer Lee Morgan and his wife, Julia. The theater group had met their two adopted cheetah children, Aleyia and Jackson, and Jackson had hopes of running his father's theater when he was older. Buster had sparked a passion for writing in Aleyia, and they all seemed to have made their influence. But now, they were finally going back to their beloved New Moon Theater in Calatonia.

Buster especially couldn't wait to breathe the fresh air of his theater at 511 Echo Drive. He couldn't wait to feel the fabric of theater chairs and his own bed and work at his own desk and see his performers perform on his own stage. He had so much to say to Eddie.

Turns out, the sheep had come all the way from Calatonia just to see Buster's show at Starfire theater. The show was called Shadow, and it was rather aptly named. While the sheep had not put voice to he thought, he was impressed by Buster's amazing accomplishments after Redshore.

Buster had been more than pleased to see Eddie, especially being as shaken up as he was by his little fight with Crystal. The good news was, Buster and Eddie would be given a chance to catch up really soon and Buster was recuperating quickly from the injuries caused by Jimmy Crystal's impromptu attack. 'Shadow' had been a big hit in Loralei, despite the lack of lighting effects in Clay's and Johnny's songs due to the attack. With this show, Lee Morgan had achieved his hope of drawing people back to the theater. Buster and the group were paid well for their efforts and success.

Buster was happy to be going back to Calatonia with nothing but a barrel of good news to present to Nana Noodleman.

After the show, Johnny had been given the chance to talk to his dad, Marcus, and his two uncles, Stan and Barry. Meena had gotten to talk to Alfonso, and was very happy about it. Nooshy had enjoyed long, exciting conversations with Meena's and Johnny's families, and enjoyed every moment of it. Ash had joined Porsha in the mission of catching Buster to give him a random hug that they felt like he needed and deserved All in all, things wrapped up rather nicely.

Buster gave a sigh of satisfaction as they rode on the train back to Calatonia. He looked over to Eddie, who sat beside him. Edward Alexander Noodleman had been Buster's best friend since college, and the koala appreciated Eddie very, very much. The ram was grateful for Buster, too, even if he didn't say it often. "So, Crystal's really stuck behind bars for good now, huh?" Eddie said, and, while phrased as a question, it was more of a statement of dumbstruck fact.

"Yep. With the evidence I presented, he's not allowed bail and has like two life sentences to serve so I won't have to worry about him again. He doesn't even have a chance of a successful break-out either." Buster stated, his tone pleasantly serene. With Crystal behind bars, Buster could finally be at peace. He had on his characteristic smile as he looked out the window at the passing landscape. "I won't have to worry about Darien either."

"Darien?" Eddie questioned. Buster hadn't mentioned anyone named Darien.

"Yeah. Darien Blackwave. He was the director of the rival group when we made our show Straight to the Top for Angus Chrome. Darien is this OTHER guy who tried to kill me, but in a more slow way that involves a lot more reflecting on past brushes with death." Buster stated, as if it was nothing. This seemed rather odd to Eddie. The sheep arched an eyebrow. "He locked me in a dark room to die, basically." Buster answered Eddie's confused gaze.

"Oh. Dude, do you TRY to get killed? People seem to try murder attempts on you a lot." Eddie said pointedly, punctuating it with a nervous sort of laugh.

"They really do. But I won't have to worry about that in Calatonia. I'm glad to be going home. Nana said anything about us?" Buster questioned curiously, perking his ears in exaggerated interest for whatever Eddie had to say.

"Only that you could be a reckless idiot and that you've made some great new shows. She's been a bit... busy... lately."

"Busy? With what, exactly?" his eyebrows creased in an unsure kind of way.

"Um... you're going to have some competition back home in a few months. Across town, another koala is building another theater. I've never even seen another koala aside from you so that was kind of weird to me, but yeah. Him and his girlfriend are going to run it."

"Eh, I'm not that worried. If I have NANA'S approval on my shows, I should be alright. Do you know his name?"

"Uhh... yeah. Rui Daniels, I think it was. His girlfriend is, um... I think her name is Laura Taylor or something like that. Rui looks so much different from you though. His fur is a dark brown color and he's taller and more... muscle-y I guess. He's a nice guy though, from what I hear. You shouldn't have to worry about him."

"If anything happens I'll probably just tell Clay and he'll take care of it. I'm disinterested in ny more death threats and whatever. I doubt he'll do anything as long as I mind my own business, which I will." Buster shrugged, giving the sheep a wry smile. "How hard can it be to not get on someone's 'kill-on-sight' list?" he joked.

"For you, apparently pretty difficult."

"Hardy-har-har." Buster rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at the sheep. Eddie laughed and toyingly shoved Buster's head in a playful manner.

"Real mature, Buster. Real mature."

"I know." Buster hummed.

…………

Buster was thrilled to be back at the theater. Hardly caring about the suitcase he was carrying, he dashed into the theater, soaking in the sight and smell and even the lights. He loved the theater with every ounce of his soul. It was his only true passion. With a gleeful laugh, he ran up the staira to his office, running his hand along the desk before bursting into his room and flopping down on the bed. Understandably, he was very happy to be home.

He could hear the others joyously running about the theater in excitement at their return. He was pretty sure he heard Nooshy say something along the lines of 'WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!' before the situation reverted back to laughing and conversational shouting. He even heard one of the members ululate and make a series of silly noises as they jumped onto a theater chair, standing on the back of it. Judging by the mere suddenness of the voice, it was very likely the flamboyant pig, Gunter.

Buster checked out all of his photos hanging on the wall, standing on his bedpost to stare almost longingly at the one of him cutting the ribbon of the original Moon Theater with his father. A knock on the door startled him, and he gave a yelp before falling to the floor. "You okay?" a voice asked, clearly trying to suppress a childish giggle. Buster looked up to see Porsha.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm assuming you guys are almost as happy to be here as I am." he grinned at the wolf, taking her hand to pull himself back to his feet.

She nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Though, I was wondering, since my dad is never going to get out of jail and all…" her voice wavered a moment. It was a slightly painful thought, but she brushed it off quickly. "Could I stay here at the theater? I'd love to help out." she said hopefully, tail swishing from side to side as she awaited a response.

"Of course, Porsha! Make yourself at home!" he said. Porsha had just made the descision not to live in Redshore anymore right before they left for Loralei City. She had the decision to live with her sort-of-ex-boyfriend, Richard, but preferred not to for various reasons - one of them being she would like to be closer to her theater family.

"Thank you, daddyyy!" Porsha buzzed with excitement, hugging Buster fleetingly before dashing out of the room with a mirthful expression and bright eyes. Buster beamed at the title Porsha had bestowed upon him. She had been using it for while now, but it never failed to make him feel like something much better than he was. It made him feel great to think that someone would think of him as their father figure. It meant to world to him to hear the word.

Buster took it upon himself to seize the task of cleaning the collective dust around the theater that had accumulated in their absence. He grabbed a rag and a ladder, standing precariously at the top to begin with cobwebs and work his way down. He wanted the theater in tip-top shape for their next performance here in their home theater.

The day passed rather quickly for everyone as they were reintroduced to their living environments and got used to them again. Avery had chosen to go back to Frogeye, maybe to return later. He wanted some time to think about it. While Buster was no opposed to it, he was dissapointed to see the rabbit go. Clay had chosen to get himself a nice apartment while in Calatonia, though he wouldn't always use it, as he still had his real house (this was conveniently placed between Calatonia and Redshore City).

Nooshy was staying at the garage with Johnny and his dad and two uncles. Ash had her own little house, but occassionally felt lonely in it. Porsha was now going to stay at the theater, in the guest room that Nana had (again, conveniently) placed within the theater.

Technically, it was supposed to be for storage, but Buster had made some better use out of it immediately when he told Porsha she could stay. He pulled out an extra mattress and bedset and had her bed built. She was allowed to decorate the area as she pleased.

Gunter was staying at his apartment, of course. At least, when he wasn't at a gym or random nightclub or bar. Meena (obviously) was with her family. Jackson would be crashing at Gunter's place while he found his feet here in Calatonia, which was a more than foreign place to the cheetah. Rosita would be at her house. Duh. Miss Crawly would also go back to her house.

Buster immitated a trumpet march as he worked on cleaning up what would be Porsha's bedroom while she stayed at the theater. The broom was much bigger than himself, but he didn't much care. He hummed and danced and drummed on things occadionally as he worked, but then was startled out of his little performance when there was a knock on the door. He turned around, rather embarrassed. "Yes, Miss Crawly?" he asked politely, smiling at the old lizard.

"Rosita was wondering if she could talk to you, Mr. Moon." Miss Crawly said, stirring the contents of a mug with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Oh, and I made you some coffee, too."

"Coffee: the elixr of life." Buster sighed contentedly, accepting it and letting it warm his paws (which were rather chilly in the fall air). "Thank you, Miss Crawly. I'll talk to her right away. If there's anything you need, just come get me." he told her, patting her arm with a fond glance before rushing down the stairs. He sipped at the coffee, happily sighing at the wonderful flavor. He hopped onto the stage, enjoying the squeak of the wood as his shoes slid on it. "Hel-lo, Rosita!" he said dramatically, coming to a stop before approaching her in his usual energetic manner as he often did. "Miss Crawly said you wanted to talk to me?"

Rosita dipped her head. "Yeah. Norman was going to take me on a date as a 'welcome home' thing tonight, but I need someone to watch the kids. Would you maybe help me?"

"No problem, Rosita! I'd love to. What time do I need to be there?"

"Five o'clock would be great. Thank you so much, Mr. Moon!" she said. Normally, she would have simply called him Buster, but in their normal work environment, Mr. Moon simply felt right. In a more casual setting, she would call him Buster, but not at the theater surrounded by the group.

"Anytime. I'll be there. Tell Norman I said hello, please. Uhhh, Porsha, you heard from Suki recently?" he asked. The Saluki had told Porsha she would keep them informed on the going-ons of Crystal Entertainment. Buster sipped at his coffee, looking at Porsha expectantly.

"Uh, yeah, she said things were going really well. The new CEO isn't a tyrant, as she phrased it."Porsha said, helping Ash reach an old guitar hanging on the wall. The porcupine played a few rock riffs, teasing Johnny with it in a friendly mannerism. Buster chuckled.

"Great! Glad to hear it. Johnny, what'd Marcus say about the progress with his auto shop?"

"Slow but steady." Johnny replied absentmindedly, fiddling with the piano keys while trying to block out the random noises Ash was making with the guitar. Nooshy ranted beside him about the injustice of white fur when you were trying to do a jumpscare in the dark.

"Good luck. Meena, how's you family?"

"Doing good, Mr. Moon." the elephant assured.

He gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Ash, need anything for your apartment? We picked up a lot of stuff in Loralei. I'll help you move it in if you want."

"That would be great, thanks." Ash said, tuning the guitar. "Maybe this Monday? Right now all I want is lunch." she shrugged unconsciously, playing a few chords.

"I don't know if I have any lunch but I have some cheesy doritos in the cabinet backstage." Buster said with a small laugh. He was hungry himself. "I'll pick up lunch foods... tomorrow." he said after a short moment of indecision. After checking to make sure everything was moving apace and no one needed help getting resituated back in Calatonia, he decided to relax a little bit. He hadn't had many moments of relaxation through the recent trips, so, maybe it was time to unwind a little bit. He could take a walk, buy himself ice cream, check out the area of the new theater, work on show ideas, and talk to (and possibly irritate) the locals before he left to babysit for Rosita.

Serene for the moment, he got everything of his unpacked and helped Porsha with her own stuff. When just about everyone had left the theater to go unpack at home, Buster sat down at the piano, forgetting Porsha was there at the moment. He spent a moment simply gazing at the keys, as if reminiscent of same age-old memory. Finally, he began to play a little bit. He went from Mozart, to Beethoven, to Elton John, to freestyling in a matter of mere minutes. Porsha, though confused by his frequent change of artists, listening intently. Buster was very, VERY good at the piano. She wondered why he hadn't taught Johnny. The gorilla had told her that Miss Crawly had been the one to give him lessons.

Porsha video-d Buster playing the piano. Buster was aware of Miss Crawly's presence as the old lizard cleaned up miscellaneous untidiness about the theater, listening to Buster all the while, but he was not aware that Porsha was listening behind him. He finally finished playing and closed the piano, turning around only to gasp in surprise and fall off of the piano bench. "HOLY COW!" Buster said breathily, recovering from the mini heart attack Porsha had just given him.

"Sorry, about that." Porsha said, holding back a small snicker. She had turned off the video when Buster fell off of the piano bench. The video was comedy gold, as well as very interesting. She intended to send it to the entire theater group. She had always wondered what Buster d after everyone left the theater. She helped Buster find the most efficient way out from under the piano and back to his feet. "You play piano good. Why have we never seen you play it before?"

"Well, Miss Crawly has." Buster sad awkwardly. He shook his head, as if clearing something up in the doing. "My mind wanders to much to even stay on the same artist, let alone the same song. It's weird to most people."

"I think it's funny, but in a good way. It's cute. I've never seen anyone play like that before. You're really good at it."

"Thanks." Buster smiled at the wolf girl before rubbing his palms together, unsure what to do next. "Um... I have two hours before I have to go babysit for Rosita. What do you say we go get some ice cream?"

#buster moon #eddie noodleman #rosita #gunter #miss crawly #porsha crystal #ash #johnny #marcus #nana noodleman #stan and barry #fanfiction #nooshy #sing 2

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cartoonygothopossum · 2 years

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Sing 2

I recently re-watched Sing and finally managed to see the sequel. I knew I wanted to see the movie, ever since I first saw the trailer, but I wasn't sure which streaming service it would be available on. I wasn't even sure whether the movie was being released in theaters. Thankfully, I was able to find the movie on Netflix (though I watched the first movie on kimcartoon).

I honestly enjoyed both movies, and it probably helps that I'm a furry. I liked that Nana Noodleman had more respect for Buster than she did during most of the first movie. I could see why her grandson finds her intimidating, but she did bring up a valid point when she encouraged Buster not to give up. At first, I thought that the talent scout, Suki, simply didn't like Buster's shows that much. Her boss, Jimmy Crystal, certainly seemed particular about what he thought was a quality show. Yes, Buster does have a tendency to lie and engage in questionable actions for the sake of his theater, but I still wanted him to succeed in the end. I was not surprised that Clay Calloway became depressed after his wife's death, so I wonder what it is that ultimately convinced him to take part in Buster's show. As for Jimmy Crystal's daughter, Porsha, she was pretty spoiled and didn't deliver her lines well as the lead character, despite doing well with the stunts and singing. It's not hard to see how she developed that entitled attitude. Rosita was actually doing great as the lead, up until she developed a fear of heights. The troubles of casting, I could see. I felt bad for Meena and Johnny, as they struggled with their parts, but it was sweet to see the elephant developing a crush on a friendly male elephant, Alfonso, and the gorilla improving his dancing skills with the cat Nooshy. While it was understandable for Jimmy Crystal to be pissed that Buster lied to him about knowing Clay Calloway, trying to kill the koala was not justified at all. It turned out that Suki was really trying to protect Buster from the wolf's demanding, unreasonable behavior. I was glad that not only had Johnny's relationship with his father improved, but also that the father protected the group from Jimmy Crystal's thugs. As spoiled as Porsha was, it was nice that she got another chance, albeit as the alien role, and Rosita got the lead part again. If Jimmy Crystal wasn't so consumed with anger and revenge, he might've actually enjoyed the show that Buster and his team put on! At least the wolf got arrested for his murder attempt, and the show became a huge hit. I have hopes that Porsha would be better off with Buster's group, learning to be more humble and considerate.

#sing #sing 2 #spoilers

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Movie Review | Encounter of the Spooky Kind (Hung, 1980)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Encounter of the Spooky Kind is the deeply relatable story of a secretly cowardly man played by Sammo Hung who is being cheated on by his wife, so her lover decides that the best way to resolve the situation is to have him killed and goes to a magician, whose plan involves having Sammo stay at a scary old house where he’s supposed to get killed by a hopping vampire, but Sammo gets some nice tips from a good magician and manages to mostly avoid and then eventually kung fu fight the hopping vampire, so the lover decides to frame Sammo for the murder of the wife, and the one guy who can speak in Sammo’s defense had a stroke while everybody else testifies against him, so Sammo gets arrested by by Lam Ching-Ying ends up having to break out prison and ends up kung fu fighting a maggoty zombie right after, and then Sammo gets saved again from Lam by the good magician and then becomes his disciple, and the two of them go to fight the lover and the evil magician, and the two magicians argue over who has the bigger altar, and then there’s surprisingly bloody kung fu fight and then a really tasteless conclusion. What I’m saying is, it could happen to anybody.

This is a movie directed by and starring Sammo Hung. As an actor, here and elsewhere he brings a likable, dopey and self-deprecating presence that perhaps counters some of the less tasteful elements in the movie. To take a few examples, think of how hard it is to hate Sammo in Skinny Tiger, Fatty Dragon despite the scenes of him groping suspects, or how hard it is to hate Sammo in My Lucky Stars despite the agonizingly long scene where he and the other Lucky Stars scheme to grope the only major female character... jeez, there’s a lot of groping in these movies. Good thing Sammo is supernaturally likable. He’s also, despite the numerous jokes at the expense of his girth (his character is named “Big Guts”, although characters claim not very convincingly that it refers to his bravery), supernaturally gifted as a physical performer. Although if you compare him to Jackie Chan, another supernaturally gifted physical performer with whom he collaborated frequently, you can distinguish their particular comic presences. Jackie in Sammo’s movies is allowed to be cool, and in his own movies is hapless but somewhat dignified, like Buster Keaton. Sammo never gets to be cool in Chan’s movies, and here, he actually brings to mind Lou Costello with his over-the-top fearful reactions.

Which means that as a horror comedy, this invites comparison to Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein, in that it treats the horror elements with some degree of straightfacedness despite situating a comedy within these elements. Supposedly spooky stuff happens, but the joke isn’t that the spooky stuff itself is funny, it’s how Sammo reacts to it. This is an early hopping vampire movie and precedes the one I’m most familiar with, Mr. Vampire. Now, my memory of that is a little hazy, but while the latter movie is certainly packed with action and comedy, this one seems more interested in the aesthetics of horror movies. You can see this from the opening sequence, which takes the usually heavily stylized training sequences that usually open these movies and drapes it in dark colours and throws in spooky monsters instead of the usual poor bastards who get their asses kicked in these scenes. And then all the scenes where Sammo encounters hopping vampires, zombies and other supernatural forces, shot in atmospheric blue lighting.

So you get all this spooky stuff and all this funny stuff, but because this is a Hong Kong action movie from the ‘80s directed by Hung, you also get one great set piece after another. There’s a certain frisson you get from the dissonance between the meticulousness of the direction and choreography and the sheer silliness of what’s being depicted, that seems so bountiful in Hong Kong action comedies but seems so rare elsewhere. Any weekend where I put on a movie with Sammo or his friends is a good one. If anything, these scenes are so frequent and consistent that the effect becomes a little numbing, but as I alluded to earlier, the final confrontation ramps up the brutality and chases it with a shockingly tasteless punchline. Meaning that the movie ends on...maybe not a high note, but certainly an exclamation mark.

#film #movie review #encounters of the spooky kind #sammo hung

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“The Old Man”

The A.V. Club

There is an old storytelling rule, that when it comes to books or movies, nobody poops. A bathroom trip is a violation of Chekhov's Gun principle, wherein all details must contribute to the overall narrative. Also, nobody wants to see that. The Old Man opens with Jeff Bridges’ character going to relieve himself not once, but three times throughout a single night. He's an old man, after all, as the show keeps reminding us. At one point an assailant says “fuck you, old man” in the middle of a knife fight, just moments after another derides “getting shook by a senior citizen.” The indignity almost seems cruel, given Bridges recent personal history: an extended battle with COVID-19 while on chemotherapy for lymphoma left him “pretty close to dying” in 2021. (Production was halted at the start of the pandemic and then again after Bridges’ diagnosis).

Or, it might seem cruel, if not for the 72-year-old’s never-erring aura of Dude-like amused detachment, an ability to keep the huffs and shuffle of years easy, with the aged gravitas of a character in a Tom Waits song about to tell you wistfully about all the cars he's had in his life. In fact it looks like Bridges borrowed Waits’ beard from The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. It is well fit for the weathered weight of the character, one who gravelly grumbles through dad jokes with the doctor, dad jokes with a waitress over reading spectacles, dad jokes of an “ailment contest” on a first date. He has the kind of old-timer grace that lets him find the perfect Robert Plant banger on the radio when his date can't get the bluetooth to work.

But Dan Chase is not your father's father. A former CIA operative, his slowly degenerating serenity in Connecticut is blown apart by a midnight hitman, one who Chase is alerted to not by SimpliSafe or ADT, of course, but by a DIY alarm of empty dog food cans on a string. Like that his cover is crumpled and he’s on the run, from his former bosses, from his past, relying on old skills despite being told “you have no idea how different the game is than the last time you played.” Also: “you aren’t the guy you remember.” It is a plot so entrenched in the present day Liam Neeson oeuvre there may be royalties due. There's even a threatened daughter, brought into peril precisely because of Chase's unique set of skills. He is a man comfortable with unsettling fits of incredible and explosive violence, natural-looking in intimate hand-to-hand combat shots so brutal and relentless it might make pacifists wonder: what is that, exactly, that CIA guys learn? Are they schooled on Steven Seagal flicks?

The premise all feels like the stuff of a slick Soderbergh-esque 90-minute indie, a kind of subdued spy thriller of stoicism and pacing, or something in the vein of the George Clooney vehicle “The American.” A stylish feel is furthered from the jump by smart opening credits, a thoughtfully ruminating score, continuously deep attention to framing, an A-list cast. Yet the backstory begins to feel padded by episode two, talk turns to “Langley,” as if that place were an entity itself, and the show begins to run against the tropes of Tom Clancy. Expensive suits pass each other official-looking manilla folders, furrowing brows, doing the serious business of bureaucracy under the guise of protecting American freedom, or something.

But it’s still a story most concerned with the past, with its relentless chase, that unending undertow. Flashbacks and exposition-filling phone conversations and voicemails increasingly come into play, often too-neatly filling in narrative gaps, sometimes leading to Shakespeareaean soliloquies from Chase’s daughter that sound nothing at all like any 30-something talking to her father. It’s also a ghost story in a less metaphoric way, as Chase’s deceased wife, Abbey, drops by as a specter chilling enough to feel almost like a character in an entirely different show. John Lithgow plays Harold Harper, an FBI honcho, former CIA honcho, with the pinched and condescending face of a high school chemistry teacher, bereft over the death of his son, haunted by sordid entanglements with Chase in the mountains of Afghanistan and the dustbin of American international policy. Alia Shawkat, maybe miscast—it’s hard to see Cousin Maeby aligning herself with The Man—plays his tenacious and tenaciously loyal understudy. Amy Brenneman plays Zoe, the show’s quiet but sturdy conscience, a reluctant landlord of Chase along his run who becomes romantically, and otherwise, entangled with his trajectory. This course leads to tangents west and points unknown, toward increasingly jarring whiplash snaps in the tension.

But The Old Man, like an old man, is best when it ambles, tracking a brooding, contemplative pace. Compared to backstory filler, where a young Chase, played admirably enough by Bill Heck, ratchets up the blood in the Jack Ryan territory, it can’t help but feel good to get back to spending time with Bridges. Especially in the quiet moments of chopping onions or making bulletproof coffee or slowly backing off to give space to someone he has intimidated, or talking, as he often does, to his brilliant and brutal rottweilers, Dave and Carol. There is something redemptive in watching him drum his fingers with wry satisfaction as he pushes a plate of food across a counter. It is almost like a feeling of hope to bear witness to another one, another friend, that made it through something awful, ghastly, not to someplace better, necessarily, but into this present unholy era of violence and unease. It is no tiny miracle to see that someone doing the human business of arriving, everyday, full of reflection. Sometimes there’s a man, acting on the work of life despite it all.

The year after he broke out in 1971’s “The Last Picture Show,” Bridges co-starred with Stacy Keach in John Huston’s vastly underrated “Fat City.” The last scene finds the two boxers, at opposite ends of their careers, both still beaten up, beaten down, bruised and beleaguered, huddled and hunkered and almost desperate together over cups of cafeteria coffee. Keach’s character sympathetically considers an elderly waiter: “You think he was ever young once?” Bridges takes a perfect beat before replying: “No.”

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Asuna would be able to lift Gekido and challenge Ryo to see who’s the strongest

I don't think she'll be able to lift Gekido that easily. The Buster manga reveals that there's some sort of magical component to the Seiken- it isn't just enough to be physically strong to lift it. Ryo's sensei was able to wield it despite his old age (until his health deteriorated), and Ryo himself was only able to wield it for the first time to protect Haruka (his eventual wife).

It seems like the Seiken has to acknowledge you as being worthy of it, or you have to be "chosen" by it. Judging from what we see from the other Seiken- like how Touma awakened Rekka when he first got it- this seems to be the norm for the Seiken. Kame-sensei, Ryo's predecessor, also said that Gekido is the hardest of the Seiken to wield.

On the other hand, Asuna would def beat Ryo in a fistfight. And break his arm in armwrestling

#kamen rider saber #ogami ryo #kishiryu sentai ryusoulger #asuna #ask #mysticalwolf101

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“Why is it so important for you to be alone?!”

“Because I AM alone! Because the SECOND I forgot that, life—-most often in the shape of Megatron—-beat the truth back into me! Literally!”

Morgan/Megatron and Lost Light crew are somewhere in a different universe traveling the stars together until the end of time.

Stefan/Starscream is still picking up the pieces here though he’s been realizing that he’s a lot less alone than he once thought. Extended Seeker family plus quick first looks at characters who will have the sheets up much later! (Assorted info below)

As expected, we’ve got accidental little brother Benjamin Bane (Bumblebee), inventor-engineer Wheedon Jake (Wheeljack), local Himbo Teo Cortes (Thundercracker) + Buster and Skandar Wahid (Skywarp) from Stefan’s side of things. (Skandar is missing his right arm due to Unicron events though it can’t be seen from this angle).

The Seeker streaks in Benji’s hair happened after he was somehow ‘revived’ using chunks of life force from them through the Talisman back to this plane. He’s tried to cut it off just to see what happens but it grows back the same way. (He thinks it’s pretty cool tbh)

Wariko Baisho (Windblade) has Carina Morales (Chromia) back in Cool Big Sister role!

The adopted ‘Cold Construct’ children are Suzume Baisho (Skybreak) and Gabriele Scavarro (Galestorm). I honestly though the Starblade portmanteau would have been adorable for their daughter but I decided to go with original names from my end eueb. Suzume has Wariko’s surname since she came at a time where Stefan was not 100% comfortable in dad mode so he figured he’d leave it to his wife to handle the naming conventions, in essence making Suzume more Wariko’s daughter than his (though she becomes surprisingly closer to him as time goes by, they’re both devils at the end of the day). She was meant to be assigned to an army unit prior to being adopted. Gabriele came when Stefan was much more settled into the role and so has a name he picked out and his surname as well. Gabriele was, like Morgan, meant to be a miner but showed a particular interest in flying and the sky when met, and Stefan, having spoken to Morgan in prison some time ago and finding out about how Morgan wanted to be a doctor despite being assigned to manual labour (they were honest with each other about things at the end of the day), decided this baby was going to fly, and he was going to do everything he could to get them there.

#Humanformers #Starscream #Windblade #maccadam #Thundercracker #Skywarp #Chromia #Wheeljack #Bumblebee #Windscream #Humanformers AU #Art

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Moving On - Chapter 5

Moving On: A Falcon & Captain Marvel Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader, Carol Danvers x F! Reader

Word Count: 2486

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, death of major character(s), canon typical violence

Synopsis: You thought Sam Wilson was the love of your life. You had planned to do it all with him - marriage, kids, see the world. Even when you’re life gets turned upside down, and you both end up international fugitives, he’s there by your side.

Then Thanos comes.

When Sam is one of the many turned to dust, leaving you alone and pregnant, you don’t think you’ll ever stop grieving. Yet, everyone tells you that Sam would want you to move on and live your life - that he’d want you to be happy. Gradually you open your heart up to another. Carol Danvers has lost people too. First her daughter, then her wife. As the two of you lean on each other, feelings grow and you move on together.

So what happens when Sam is returned to you?

Chapter 5: When the Dust Settles

Steve had gotten the call from Bruce late at night. It had come in on his emergency burner phone - the one that only Tony Stark had the number for. You’d seen him answer it with shaking hands, and the different possibilities of why Tony might be calling had all seemed to run through your head simultaneously. Had they overturned the Accords? Had they dropped the charges against all of you? Was he just calling to say sorry or that he missed Steve? Had something bad happened? Was there an attack and the Accords didn’t matter now, because they needed everyone on board? Had something happened to Rhodey?

While one of those was right, the last thing you’d expected to hear was for Steve to say the words; ‘Bruce calm down, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say’.

You’d watched the news on the flight to Scotland to retrieve Vision and Wanda. You’d been told Vision was at risk of attack and your group had arrived not a second too soon. Wanda and Vision were being attacked by two aliens that had to be at least six-foot-six.

Your group had managed to protect them, though Vision had been injured and Steve decided that with this attack, it was time to go home.

Despite what was happening, you couldn’t help but be excited to go back to the compound. Maybe if you could all deal with this, it would show everyone how the Avengers were needed and you could all go home for good. You wondered if Tony had kept your things and if not where they would be. You were excited to just be somewhere familiar even if it was just for a minute.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” Sam said, practically reading your mind. “This is bad, babe.”

“I know,” you said with a sigh. “I know but… we don’t lose.”

“Don’t do that!” He yelped. “You’re gonna jinx us.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just been so long.”

He rubbed your back. “And everything is a mess. We’ll just do the right thing.”

“Hope for the best, expect the worst,” you said.

“That’s right,” Sam said.

You had stayed at the compound for even less time than you had expected. A greeting from a holographic Secretary Ross that involved an order to have you arrested, an awkward greeting between Bruce and Natasha, and debate about how this whole thing was going to be faced. This ‘whole thing’ being an alien megalomaniac who seemed to have a philosophy degree but thought he was an expert on ecology. He believed that the way to solve overpopulation and limited resources was to destroy half of all life and was now collecting some stones that would allow him to do it. One of the stones currently resided in Vision’s head.

So it was back on the Quinn for a return trip to Wakanda in the hopes that Shuri might be able to remove the stone from Vision’s head so that it could be destroyed before another attack took place.

While Shuri worked on Vision the rest of you prepared for battle. You went to have a quick medical once over before this got started. The nerves you’d been feeling were making you a little lightheaded and you wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything that would get you into trouble during a fight.

“You are a little anemic,” the medic said. “I’d say that is from the slight malnutrition. All of your teammates are a little undernourished. But the pregnancy won’t help.”

You blinked at her and shook your head. “Sorry - the what?”

“You didn’t know you were pregnant?” She asked. “It’s very new? Five weeks? No signs of nausea yet?”

“No… no. I… but… we’re… we use protection!”

“These things can happen, and with the current lifestyle you’re leading, it would be no surprise if you missed a dosage or there was a breakage,” she said. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want this we can talk about what you want to do at a more opportune moment.”

You shook your head, not sure what to think. You laughed… or at least you tried to. It was more of a hysterical sounding screech. “Right. Let’s wait until the world isn’t ending.”

“I’m sorry, this is a lot to take in today, isn’t it?” The medic said, going to a cabinet of medication. She shook a couple of pills out of a bottle and brought them over to you with a small cup of water. “Here, take these. It will help with any lightheadedness and nausea you might experience. We don’t want that in the midst of what’s to come.”

You quickly swallowed the pills and started to redress in your armor. “Thank you, doc,” you said. “Sorry for bringing this fight to your door.”

“If it is as serious as they say and you can’t stop it, then we won’t be protected just because we’re in Wakanda,” she said with a shrug. “Not this time.” She sighed and looked at you. “Take care of yourself. When you’ve saved the world, talk to the father and the two of you can come back to see me, and I’ll help you with the next step, whatever that is.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “That’s really kind.”

You went outside to where Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky were all waiting by the ships. “All good?” Sam asked, looking back at you.

Before you could answer there was a loud rumble in the sky. You looked up to see a huge ship that resembled some kind of tower entering the atmosphere.

Sam pressed his finger to his comms device. “Hey, Cap, we’ve got a situation here.”

It crashed into the dome above and exploded on impact, completely disintegrating in the air above you.

“God, I love this place,” Bucky said, as he looked up at it.

“Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome,” Rhodey added as more of the ships landed around the perimeter of the dome that protected Wakanda from the rest of the world.

Sam approached you. “Guess it's the end of the world time,” he said as alarms started sounding and people began to scramble.

You briefly and tenderly kissed him, the secret that you had burning inside you. “Sam,” you said, taking his hand.

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up.”

You wanted to tell him but now was not the time. He needed his head in the game, and so did you. “Don’t do anything dumb.”

He laughed. “You sound like Steve just before he jumps off the side of a building. I’ve got wings, I’ll be fine.”

“See you when the dust settles,” you said.

“Yeah, you too,” he agreed and pecked your cheek. The two of you then ran off in different directions. You gathered with Bucky and Natasha, while he went to speak to Rhodey.

Steve, T’Challa, the Dora Milaje all arrived not long after, and your team and the armies of Wakanda were all marched onto carriers as Bruce messed around with a set of Kimoyo Beads with the help of Okoye. As you were settling onto the carrier, a hole opened in the dome above your head and the Veronica Unit crashed down to earth nearby. Natasha sighed and vaulted off the carrier going to help Bruce get a handle of the Hulk Buster armor.

By the time you were all flying your way down to the borders of Wakanda, you were in the blank zone that you hid in when you needed to rely on your instincts alone.

Sam and Rhodey flew overhead as the carriers took the armies to their positions and you all formed a large wall facing the dome that held the aliens out.

Steve, T’Challa, and Natasha went to the barrier to talk to the two aliens you had fought in Scotland. You watched on, knowing it wasn’t going to amount to anything. The female raised her spear and the ships began to open up.

“Did they surrender?” Bucky asked.

“Not exactly,” Steve replied as he resumed his position.

Hoards of huge beasts ran through the treeline towards the barrier. “Looks like we pissed her off,” Natasha said.

You watched on as swarms of the beasts began attacking the barrier, throwing themselves on it, not caring that it was skinning them and tearing them apart too. “They’re killing themselves,” Okoye said, horrified.

Some began to breach the barrier and charge towards the waiting army. Bucky, Bruce, and the Wakandan Army began attacking them with long-range weapons, felling them as they broke past Rhodey and Sam who attacked them at the wall.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us... there's nothing between them and Vision,” Bruce said through the comms.

“Then we better keep 'em in front of us,” Steve said gravely.

“How do we do that?” Okoye asked T’Challa.

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa said, and touched his comms device. “On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen. On my signal.”

“This will be the end of Wakanda,” M’Baku said to Okoye.

“Then it will be the noblest ending in history,” Okoye said.

Everyone readied themselves while T’Challa shouted his commands in Xhosa to the army around him. The border tribesmen let down their shields and T’Challa walked out in front of them. “Wakanda forever!” He shouted and everyone charged.

As you ran down towards the border, pulling out your batons and hoping to god that you had the strength to get through this battle, the barrier opened and the beasts flooded through.

You were back from the frontlines when you encountered your first one, and you battled it, back to back with one of the river tribesman, the two of you taking it down together. Two more attacked immediately, separating you from the man and you did your best to take the one you were facing down. You could already see that this was not going to go as planned. There were so many of them and they were so strong. You managed to take down two others when you saw Bruce getting overwhelmed in the hulkbuster armor. It felt hopeless, but you needed to win this. You needed to go home with Sam and start your life together. This couldn’t be how it ended.

There was a large crack and then something flew through the sky, taking out dozens of the beasts in one go, freeing up both yourself and several of your teammates. When the air cleared what you realized was a large ax flew into the hand of Thor, who stood with what appeared to be a humanoid tree and a raccoon holding a gun that was at least as big as it was.

Bruce retracted his helmet and laughed loudly. “Ah-hahaha! You guys are so screwed now!”

“Bring me Thanos!” Thor roared, charging towards the leaders of the beasts. He jumped into the air and slammed back down to the ground, his lightning taking out a huge swarm of them.

Thor turned the tide of the battle. The hoard was being kept back and Thor seemed to be getting closer and closer to their leader. The hopefulness began to return and you got a new surge of energy. You were going to win this. You and Sam were going to go home and retire. He was going to run his business with his sister.

There was a deep rumble and the earth itself began to quake. A huge wave ran out underground, sending trees flying and bursting out from under the walls of the dome were huge weaponized wheels that began to churn up everything, people included.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” T’Challa yelled and you began to run back away from the combat, trying to get away from the machines.

Wanda flew out from the window and threw one of them, taking it completely out of play. Your relief at the next of your biggest hitters joining the field was short-lived as you saw Vision tumble out of the window of the palace and down the face of Mount Bashenga.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam said through the comms.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve shouted.

“I got him,” Bruce said, taking off in the direction of the synthoid.

“On my way,” Wanda echoed.

You kept fighting. Everything became more and more chaotic around you, and your battle turned away from actually trying to stop them, to just trying to survive long enough that you could get to the end of the battle. The rest of your teammates seemed to head toward a copse of trees while you were still stuck in the open. You wanted to be with them if this all went south. You didn’t want to die in a field surrounded by strangers, but with each step forward you made you were pushed back two more by the invaders.

Thor had begun to destroy the alien ships, bolstering your hope again despite the fact your energy was waning. You could hear the battle cries of the Jabari as they began to take control of the battle and slowly you began to start gaining on the treeline.

An eerie silence fell on the battlefield and you picked up your speed running to where your friends were.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” Steve said over comms. You looked around for some sign of more ships or something, but you had no idea what he was talking about.

You arrived in time to see Sam being hurled aside by a huge purple man that you could only assume was Thanos. You charged at the titan, knowing it was no use, but knowing also that it was death either way. He batted you aside like you were nothing, you hit your head, and lost consciousness.

When you came too, you thought for a second you were hallucinating. There were people on the battlefield turning to dust. You scrambled to your feet and looked around, blinking your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. People couldn’t just be disintegrating.

“Sam?!” You called turning around and running in the direction where you last saw him.

Rhodey was looking around with the same look of confusion everyone else seemed to share. “Sam?” He called as he gazed around the forest floor.

“Sam!” You screamed. “Sam! Answer me!”

“We’ll find him,” Rhodey assured you. “He’s gotta be here.”

“He was right here. I saw him here,” you said, and dropped to your knees, running your hands over the ground where you were sure he’d been. Your hands came back covered in the dust you’d seen other people disintegrating into. It was him. You’d lost him. You had expected the worst but even your worst hadn’t been you left here alone. You sunk back on your knees and wailed.

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#sam wilson #carol danvers #sam wilson x reader #carol danvers x reader #falcon #captain marvel #falcon fanfic #captain marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #pregnancy #moving on

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Ladybug & Volpina oneshot

Lila Rossi had never had many friends growing up thanks to her mother the Italian ambassador moving them about until they had recently settled in Paris, France. She had tried to get herself noticed by prior classmates with tall tales and a desire to not only become popular but be more than just a diplomat's daughter. She had gotten to know her new classmates and two caught her eye.

There was Adrien Agreste the rich boy model but he seemed passive to his childhood friend and the class bully the spoiled daughter of the mayor Chloe Bourgeois who more than lived up to the stories that she had heard from the other students. She was totally head over heels over him and Lila decided that trying to be with Adrien wouldn't be worth it since he seemed to be more about keeping the peace and trying to make excuses for Chloe and it wouldn't be worth it if Chloe came after her for competition.

However the other classmate that caught her eye was Marinette Dupain-Cheng the clumsy bakery's daughter who was an aspiring fashion designer (a not unimpressive one at that) and Chloe's favourite daughter. She was utterly adorable and pretty especially with how fluttered she was at the slightest flirting.

Not long after she had offered Marinette to share her umbrella during the rain which she appreciated and Lila asked if she wanted to go out some time on a date but would be fine if she turned her down since it was too early. Marinette ended up accepting and soon they were the class couple.

Lila took delight in flustering Marinette softly and would make snide remarks against Chloe's insults and would help her against Chloe's antics. Lila had told Marinette to ignore Adrien when she was trying to make her feel guilty about Chloe throwing a tantrum in wanting to move to New York with her mother. Lila was instantly accepted by Marinette's parents when she came over to the bakery for the first time and liked to model her girlfriend's designs especially when they started up Marinette's website along with Marinette's best friend Alya.

It was helping her getting a shot as a model for the Agreste brand with them and the class happy for her.

Right now the two of them and Alya were in Marinette's room as Alya was trying on the new Ladybug jacket with Lila loving it despite not being a fan of Ladybug. "I will have to be sure to keep it safe since in fifteen years it will be worth a lot of money. You know being one of the first official products of Marinette Dupain-Cheng the superstar designer whose top model is her wife Lila Dupain-Cheng." Lila told her and Marinette was embarrassed.

"You are giving too big expectations of me Lila... Wait wife?" Marinette asked freezing on the spot.

"I spoilt the surprise; I plan on proposing as soon as we are adults..." Lila laughed as Marinette fainted with a thud on the floor. Lila panicked shaking her to get up saying "Marinette, I was just kidding!"

"Those two are the perfect couple..." Alya laughed shaking her head.

*Page Break*

When the Stoneheart Akuma appeared the one who would become Volpina decided to make use of the Miraculous passed down from her grandmother and ended up meeting Ladybug the new heroine her age who had came across a Miraculous herself. They ended up defeating Stoneheart and were now partners and Paris' new superhero team.

They got on eachother's nerves with Ladybug being too serious and on the task for Volpina's taste. Volpina liked to show off and bask in the glory of being a celebrity superhero since being famous was what she was dreamed of being. Ladybug saw being superheroes as a job they should take with the upmost seriousness and wasn't happy after Volpina had used her illusion powers to stop a fake meteor in order to impress the people of France. Okay it sent people into an unneeded panic and she never tried anything like that again but Ladybug never let her forget it.

Volpina took pleasure in fighting several Akumas including whenever Chloe got herself akumatized and was halfway through throwing Bob Roth to the Silencer Akuma after he had stolen Marinette's designs for Kitty Section. She also wasn't too thrilled with Eviillustrator who was in love with Marinette himself but took great delight in being Marinette's bodyguard for that duration.

Volpina was on patrol and didn't even bother pretending to listen anymore as Ladybug told her off, "I really should have known you would have showed off on that interview for Face to Face and you treating this like a game." Ladybug told her and Volpina glared at her direction.

"You are blowing this out of proportion; it's not like I don't know when to get serious." Volpina said as she would be counted on to go to the task when it was clear that civilian would be in imminent danger soon. Plus it wasn't like she was anything like Chloe Bourgeois when she found the Bee Miraculous and became Queen Bee, intentionally almost crashing a train so that she could try and play hero for the camera. That horrified and disgusted her as she wouldn't go that far; her meteor illusion had no chance of seriously hurting anyone even though she could now see that the problem that the panic could have caused.

She was so glad that Chloe was another country's problem now...

"I can see that you don't like my company and would prefer someone else's." Ladybug told her.

"Like Multimouse who you should really give a second chance to." Volpina retorted knowing that excited and thrilled she was to find that the new temporary Miraculous holder chosen to fight Kwami Buster turned out to have been Marinette only to be open mouthed to hear Ladybug tell off Marinette for taking off the Miraculous in public and saying that she can't have use a Miraculous again.

Ladybug lost points from her like that.

"She was a foolish girl who got careless in revealing herself, she can't be trusted..." Ladybug replied and Volpina looked like she was just stopping herself from slapping her.

"I need to go since I have reached my limit of how much time I can stand being around you." Volpina said leaving to go back to her home.

Author’s Note: How did the Multimouse plot come about without the Fox? Using Multimouse and having a copy power down.

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🔮 A New Arrival 🔮

✨ Spellbound: Prologue

Series Masterlist

✨ Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

✨ Length: 2.9k

✨ Warnings: none in this chapter

✨ Tag List: @xviternity @straykisz @97lovestay @aliceu @meow-minho @velvetand-roses

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A dainty young secretary in a stylish little skirted suit dashes down a hallway towards an office, holding a telephone receiver in her hand, careful that the wire doesn’t snag behind her lest her boss get upset. Afterall, he’s been waiting for this for quite some time.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Yes?” A sharp voice calls out on the other side of the heavy wooden doors. She opens one wide.

“Mr. Mayor! They’re on the line for you!” She urges.

“Damn time, Alyssa! Come in, hurry up and bring your notebook!” He shouts. The secretary dashes back to her desk and grabs her notepad, looking back to the Mayor’s office to see if he’s connected to the line before she hangs the receiver. She dashes back, little heels clicking on the glossy floor.

“Speaker.” She insists to the mayor, urging so that he presses the button in time for her to hear the person on the other line answer. His neat mustache wiggles before he gives a stern “Hello.” for whoever is on the line.

“Hello, this is the Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, also known as SMSPA Central. This is Ezra, Lead Coordinator, speaking. What may I help you with today?” Both the Mayor and his assistant quirk eyebrows at the upbeatness of the man's way of speaking, and the mayor clears his throat before his focus escapes him.

“Ezra, good man! This is Mayor Armand Brandywine speaking from Nocturne Town, from the League of Lake Towns… Uh, calling because, hmm… I believe Ezra, it’s been two months-“

“Nocturne, Nocturne, Nocturne… hmm?” Ezra ponders, measuring the familiarity of the name - “Oh yes! The Ponies! I saw your Towns in a travel magazine just last week! My wife has insisted we go over to the League for our anniversary, she says apparently the great lakes over there are crystal clear, and that there are hills full of flowers and quaint little towns pocketed beneath, and that you use the most darling trains and ferries to move about. And the semi-annual pony contest!”

“I - yes, well - we do. Listen Ezra, as I was saying… it’s been four months since we filed an official request to have a specialist come here to help with a witch problem…”

“A witch?!” Ezra exclaims in disbelief, “A witch way out there? No way, you’re not even close to any of our mildly risky areas… there’s hardly any magical activity on your continent. Are you sure it’s a ‘bad’ witch?”

“Yes, positive.”

“Like a ‘sold her soul’ to the devil kind of witch? Or ‘weird lady who lives in the woods and smokes a pipe that makes people sort of uncomfortable but is actually really harmless’ kind of witch?” He questions.

“The former.” Armand replies flatly, giving Alyssa a look.

“Bad?” Ezra confirms.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And to whom did you submit your request with this claim?” Ezra continues asking.

“To a mister…” Armand looks at Alyssa.

“Zachary Z.” Alyssa whispers, clearly mouthing out the name.

“It was addressed to a Mr. Zachary, I believe he was the liaison for this region.” Armand states.

“Oh no…” Ezra does not say anything after this exclamation, and again, Alyssa and Armand share a look throughout that moment of silence.

“Oh… no?” Armand asks after uncomfortably expecting Ezra’s reply..

“Yes, ‘oh no’... you see, Zack was on a field assignment a few months ago and… well, he died. He was assessing if a local pyromancer had become a danger worthy of sending a specialist.”

“Oh.” Armand mouths to Alyssa, with her silently making the same gesture.

“We wouldn’t have any record of his assignments - he had his suitcase with him when he burned.” Ezra continued.

“Oh!” Alyssa silently exclaimes, again, crossing wide eyes with her boss, both of their faces contorting into grimaces.

“Oh poor Zack… He burned, suitcase and all…” Ezra reminisces. Armand is at a loss of words in the awkwardness of it all until the man on the other end bounces back. “So anyways, tell me about this witch of yours to see if I can help. When were the first and last reported sightings? ” Ezra returns to his upbeat, almost musical tone of speaking, having not missed a beat despite the sorrowful interlude.

“Well, you see… no one’s actually seen here. But - “

“Invisibility, you say?! Now that’s something you don’t see often!” Ezra prematurely interrupts, not missing the opportunity for his pun.

“No, no! I mean we haven’t sighted her… yet!” He corrects.

“So you are… placing a request for a specialist… for a witch that is unconfirmed?” Ezra says rather skeptically.

“But, there have been signs! Items, I mean trinkets, of witchcraft appearing in people's homes, dead animals stuffed with tokens…” the Mayor explains.

“Don’t forget the symbols!” Alyssa urgently whispers.

“And symbols! Runes! Painted on people's doors and under their beds!” Just as if he were visiting a skeptical doctor, Mayor Brandywine made the symptoms seem as serious as he could in fear that he would not be taken seriously.

“Hmm… could just be a prankster… any other proof? Any bewitchings? Hexes? Evident signs of curses or dark magic?”

“Well… people have dreamt of the same faceless woman, but I’m afraid we can't prove anything.”

“Well, in that case, it might be difficult to process a request on the basis of a witch. Besides, if there really is a witch, and she’s not actively harming the population, it might be better to just… let her be.” Ezra muses.

“Let her be?!” Alysaa mouths to Armand, which he repeats verbatim to Ezra on the line with emphasis on his outrage.

“Well, yeah, I mean… ‘evil’ and ‘bad’ are both pretty wide scopes. Maybe, if you think about it, witches are almost still human. Just think of her as a bad neighbor. Sometimes it’s more bothersome to deal with them and confront them than to simply let them be” Ezra suggests.

“Wait! Hold on, hold on! Can’t you at least send us someone to evaluate the situation? Maybe one of those fancy Black Knights?”

“Ha! Black Knights, ha! Get a load of this guy Zelda, he wants a Black Knight for one witch!” Armand and Alyssa can hear several people laughing on the other end of the line, most likely seated in desks beside Ezra’s. “No way… have you not seen how things are over in Arcadia? Necromancers, lots of real witches that people actually see, all kinds of undead… ha! Good luck trying to find a Black Knight at this rate, they’re all boarded up in their own country. Simply no way. They won’t leave their little civil-war-issue-thingy over there unless it's something serious. Like bad bad bad black magic serious, not ‘maybe a witch’.”

“Fine!” Armand says with an eye roll, “What about an Other Brother, or a Ghost Buster?!”

“Listen to this guy! Are you honestly willing to go beg one of those associations for an unconfirmed witch?”

“Alright, alright… What about one of those Arctic Druids?”

“No! No! Simply no! We do not work with those people anymore, they are way too fond of human sacrifice. No!” He firmly refutes.

“Then who the hell can deal with a witch?” Armand asks in exasperation, still communicating with Alyssa in silent glances.

“Oh we’ve got a handful of people available… but not for your case, seeing how it is. Hmm… let me think… Are you maybe dealing with anything else?” Brandywine takes advantage of this question to put in complaints that have been more complicated to deal with.

“Yes! Werewolves - plenty of them, and I’m pretty sure someone has been sneaking some bloodusckers into town.” The mayor emphasizes this with a slammed palm on the table.

“Well, Mr. Brandywine, I’m seeing here that some of the towns in the League allow werewolves… hmm.” The sound of flipping papers and heavy slams of stack of folders is clear over the speaker. “But I see here in my records that Nocturne itself is not a ratifying member of the ‘Treatise on the Rights of Magically Affected’ of ‘78, yet I also see that werewolves residents are allowed so long as they adhere to specific medical protocol - which as I see, is being tended to by a Dr. Nemo…”

“Yes but they are a danger to the population! They - they…” the Mayor looks at Alyssa for guidance.

“Say they spend the full moon naked in the woods!” She whispers with fervent urgency and he nods. Bingo!

“They transform without any kind of restraint, running free through town. The woods are like a hunting ground for them, God forbid any innocent happen to roam near there at night. Near feral, I say!” Armand dramatically states.

“Hmm… Well, they should be following medical protocol under the supervision of a trained magical practitioner. I see you have someone assigned,,, a Dr. Nemo? And, these vampires, they are outlawed within your jurisdiction, is that correct? I don’t see any record of any vampiric trespassing, no reported cases or documentation here at all.” Armand worries at Ezra’s skeptical tone, concerned he’ll lose his request.

“It’s that damn Doctor, I tell you!” He finally exclaimes, “I’m sure she’s been bringing in all those vampys under the table. You know what we do to them, they must submit to the authorities to be defanged and treated - that is the law here. Some of those free loving magi hippies on the other Islands may think differently, but everything to the west of me is a Vampire Free Zone.”

“The sirens!” Alyssa quietly interjects.

“And do not get me started on the damn sirens! Zombies too!” Armand concludes.

“Hmm…” Ezra thinks, he has quite a dilemma. According to all records, Mayor Armand Brandywine and several other governors in the League of Lake Towns are quite ‘anti-magic’, not so much the practice of it, but the act of being magical. He isn’t a stranger to getting calls like these, trying to put much needed specialists in situations that are otherwise political, and quite frankly, he was quite clear on not having one of his guys go in to terrorize people.

Ezra considers some of Zachary’s old notes… scribbled on some files in a shared folder. “Mayor Brandywine - staunch anti magi-humanist” meaning, he did not consider magically affected peoples, such as vampires and werewolves, zombies and sirens, to be human at all but instead monsters. Ezra could not allocate a particularly special specialist such as a Black Knight for such a frivolous case. After all, there were greater urgencies elsewhere on his hemisphere. Besides, his organization did not treat such individuals as monsters, he could not give Brandywine what he seemed to suggest he wanted. Monsters, by the standards of the SMSPA, were non-human entities. Enchanted animals and whatnot, ghouls, definitely the incurable undead - so long as they were precisely incurable. He thinks of a possible solution until something catches his eye…

A sheet tucked neatly into the regional folder where Mayor Brandywine’s town’s information was, titled simply “Dr. Nemo - Practitioner of Magical Medicine and Professor of Magical Biology”. Most of the fields were blacked out with ink, a brief description stating that her office was in Nocturne Town, despite the stance of Brandywine, and that she taught a focus course in a magical academy on the other side of the League. Hmm, no picture either, and suspiciously young.

Ezra continued to study the sheet, finding something of particular interest. A stamped red seal that every coordinator in Central knew, but that he had only come across twice before in all of his years of service:

Do not intervene - Tier S approval. The licences assigned to this person were quite… advanced, and quite… obscure. And below… request submitted by the Armed Forces of the League of Lake Towns.

Ah yes, a centralized police and military force for all of the smaller cities and townships in the League. Must be messy, especially considering the polarized stances on magic from the different members on the lake. But why would a magical practitioner require such high level authorization? He’d only seen it used for instances involving Black Knights and the like… never for something as lowly as medical men.

This is definitely one of those hush hush situations, lots of the specialists in his region required anonymity, hid from persecution because of their skills, or ran from some of their previous targets… especially if those individuals worked in the same field as this so-called Dr. Nemo. But this person… he didn’t place them in Nocturne, or else he would have remembered. This must have come from higher up - one of those top secret cases that Zachary would occasionally manage.

It certainly was curious. He held the blacked out form in his hands, retracing the dented letters that pressed this curious name on the paper… Dr. Nemo. Sounded like something out of a book.

“I have… a possible solution.” Ezra finally states, after the Mayor and his assistant had been expectantly leaning into the speaker for some time. “Maybe, perhaps, I can send you someone… Zandor!” Ezra calls to someone who seems to be at a distance from him. “Have we got any newbies?”

“What field?” A voice calls back in the distance.

“Monster hunters.” Ezra specifies.

“We got a class of newbies from that place they sent us that last guy from - the one you sent after that undead bear.” Zandor answers back.

“Gimme!” Ezra orders with a couple of finger snaps, and soon enough Alyssa and Armand hear a heavy folder plop on his desk. “Let’s see here… hmm, quite a few available clansmen… eenie meenie miney mo! Aha! No, not this one… aha!”

Ezra studies the page. The picture is of a young man who looks a bit too young to be in the field. The boy is trained to deal with most issues passively, good references, a bit inexperienced. No reports of excessive force. Mayor Brandywine won't be able to do much harm with the kid’s stats, he thinks, and he’s got good training and just the right licences. Silence again, until Ezra resumes after having studied the file.

“Aha! I’ve got your man. Hmm, and he’s quite a looker! Hyunjin, Hwang Hyunjin. Recently licensed as a tier one monster hunter… deals with all kinds of threatening non-occult entities... authorized to identify threats that are of the occult or ‘other’ nature. Can dispel moderately complex dark magic… transfiguration, discretion, stealth. Sounds good. The boy won’t cost you as much as a Black Knight, that for sure. If you have a werewolf or vampire problem, he can deal, and if you do have a witch, he can send us the claim and we’ll scale it up. How does that sound?”

“Not ideal.” Armand replies with a sigh. “How much does he cost?”

“Hmm…” Ezra presses keys into some kind of machine, “two and ninety seven hundredths of Zealand Zeals per Rupee… fifteen point two Limnian Ponies per… He’s gonna cost you twenty thousand Ponies a month.”

“How much do we have?” Armand quickly whispers to Alyssa.

“We can go up to thirty grand.” She replies. He nods, knowing what part to play.

“Twenty thousand?! We don't have that kind of money!” the Mayor exclaims, putting on the best of his acts. “We can do fifteen!”

Ezra takes a good, long sigh before replying. “Fifteen… and you offer top quality room and board, full, two days a week off, and one day a week for him to take private jobs in the area. He works four days for scheduled items, but will be available 24/7 for emergencies pending his acknowledgment of it actually being an emergency.”

“Deal.” Brandywine quickly affirms, quietly snickering at his accomplishment.

“That being said… I see you only have one other magical specialist in the region, that being this Dr. Nemo. You will make sure Clansman Hwang has access to medical care in the case of any event, and you will make sure he is given a thorough briefing on the area he will service, in this case I am writing his permit to do his work in Nocturne Town, and authorizing him to take up private commissions and attend to emergencies throughout the entire League.”

“Done.”

“Very well Mister Brandywine - “

“Mayor.” He corrects.

“... Mayor Brandywine. You can expect your specialist to arrive in ten days, please be mindful of the documentation and permits he hands you, you will need to keep them safe. Payment instructions will be attached, we collect monthly. For any additional inquiries, feel free to call, and I’d greatly appreciate if you could stay on the line to answer a quick survey if you considered my services satisfactory this day. Thank you for calling Old Zealand Office of Coordination for the Association of Guilds, Clans and other Specialists on Magical, Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs, goodbye.” Ezra’s tone had become flatter, but in view of his dirty victory, Mayor Armand Brandywine did not notice.

The line soon goes dead.

“So… looks like we’ve got a fix to our little problems. Make sure to register the expenses as twenty thousand ponies. Understand?” He says to Alyssa.

“And if it’s not billed in the invoice? They said only fifteen.” She questions.

“Administrative expenses.”

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