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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Heart of the Matter Ch. 6

Chapter 1 (Parts 1-3), Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

So this took forever. The whole ‘hey dude ur dead btw’ convo fought me something fierce. I deleted like three versions. RIP

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As soon as they clear the ground into open air, Danny flies them - invisible and intangible - straight to the heart of Gotham.

He could more than likely make it to the Fenton portal fast enough to avoid being traced beyond ‘somewhere in Illinois,’ but the point of running isn’t to escape.

He wants the Green Lantern to follow.

He isn’t sure about Batman and his allies, isn’t sure where he stands on the Anti-Ecto Acts or if he even knows they exist, given the GIW’s relentless efforts to keep what happened - what still sometimes happens - in Amity Park buried.

He’s less sure after seeing the surety with which they almost sent Jason away to….

He shakes his head.

If they could be convinced to help, all the better. If they truly cared for Jason they’d do a good enough job beating themselves up over it later.

Not that he wouldn’t still be sending them Jazz’s way to have a talk about respecting boundaries in non-emergency situations rather than steamrolling them just because an ally or friend sounds like they know what they’re doing.

But before all of that, he wants a chance to get Jason up to speed first.

And to get some ecto in the guy, but given the way his core feels, the betrayal-fest he just phased in on, and his somehow near-complete lack of knowledge about what he is, he doubts he’s going to just accept eating mysterious, neon, glowing sludge without an explanation.

He zips through a Malmart and snags a large hoodie and sweats - he’ll pay them back later - and ends the flight by landing them in the bathroom of a crowded coffee shop.

No one should notice the two of them appearing out of nowhere when there are so many other people to draw attention, and hopefully the crowd will deter the Lantern - and the Bats - from causing a scene.

Or at least, a scene beyond the one that would already be caused by their mere presence in the place.

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Jason only takes his eyes off of Jordan when he’s jostled from a sudden drop. He looks up just in time to see batarangs sink into the wall just above space-ice-crown-guy’s head.

He follows their trajectory back to see Damian unsheathing his blades.

Nightwing and Black Bat are already airborne, and lunging towards them.

A strange sensation washes over him. Crown-guy doesn’t move this time, unbothered by the swinging limbs and grasping hands headed their way.

The pair pass right through them as if they aren’t even there.

Jason feels betrayed and furious and wrung out all at once; he just wants to leave.

And then they do, horrifying green baseball bat close behind as crown guy throws them straight at the ceiling.

They sink into-and-through the earth, and they’re in the sky far above the manor before Jason even has a chance to do more than take a shaky breath.

Then they’re heading for Gotham.

Wayne Manor is twelve miles from the city’s border.

They’re in the heart of Old Gotham inside two minutes - after stopping by an Upper West Side Malmart to…steal clothing?

He’d be concerned about Red Hood being seen flying around with some random meta - about being too much of an easy target in the open air, flying in a mostly straight line - but the two of them are barely visibly, mere outlines of twisted space, like the distorted air above the heat of a flame.

He can barely make himself out, and the people they paused right next to in the store had appeared to notice even less.

When they do stop, it’s in the bathroom of a crowded coffee shop that is - frankly miraculously - blessedly empty.

Crown guy gently but swiftly sets him on his feet - hand on his shoulder just until he’s steady - and shoves the stolen clothing into his chest with a simple ‘here’ before Jason has a chance to say anything.

Then a ring of light appears around his waist, splitting to slide both up and down like some kind of scanner.

Where it goes, crown guy changes.

His build, his facial structure, the cut of his hair - all the broad strokes stay the same. What changes are the details.

Lazarus green eyes are replaced by a vibrant blue that better matches the now-absent crown - it still feels a bit cool, standing near him, but he’s not sure he’d have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it.

Impossibly white hair becomes a deep black - now matching the unchanged eyebrows - and the ears curve where they’d once been pointed.

His skin is paler like this - like he’d spent most of his life indoors, hiding away from the sun - the freckles now a light tan. As though the colors had traded places.

He lands lightly on his feet as the transformation ends, standing just slightly shorter than Jason now that they’re on even ground, and his physique is lithe but muscular; a swimmer’s build.

His clothes are the starkest difference, in Jason’s opinion: otherworldly fabrics and colors swapped out for simple blue jeans and a contrastingly dark red shirt and shoes.

No sign of the cape.

No hint of that otherworldly glow.

Unless you count the sparkle in his eyes as he raises a pointed brow and coughs.

Jason mentally berates himself for staring so obviously. He knew how to be more subtle than that.

Outwardly, he points to his mask.

“Great plan with the clothes, no-more-crown-guy, but they won’t exactly cover this.”

The guy just smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s Danny,” he snorts. “And you can just shove the mask in a pocket or something. I already know who you are, Jason Todd.”

The guy - Danny - snaps his hands up in surrender the moment Jason reaches for one of his guns.

“Easy,” he says, voice still relaxed. Soothing. The aura of strength-safety-protection-calm unchanged. “You being Red Hood is none of my business. I’m not here for Red Hood, I’m here for Jason.”

“What, need an inside scoop for the next article on ‘Watching the Waynes?’ Or is this a ransom thing?” he sneers, hand firmly on his gun as he closes the distance to loom threateningly.

For all that he’s glad to be out of the batcave, that doesn’t mean this guy is an ally; he won’t be swayed by some meta emotional manipulation. Bringing them to such a crowded location could be as much a threat as it could a reassurance, given the knowledge of his vigilante nature - a building full of eyes to make Jason feel better?

Or a building full of hostages?

“No,” Danny denies calmly, matter-of-factly, expression unworried despite the sudden decrease in personal space. “Someone told me you were in danger, and I could help you, so I did. I can also help you with the fact that you’re starving-”

“I’m not-”

“-and I can tell you why you’re so scared of Green Lantern.”

Jason is very willing to hear him out at that. Maybe he shouldn't be. He wants to stay suspicious; he will stay cautious.

But....

He has to know.

He has to know what's going on before it drives him crazy.

Crazier, if you ask his 'family.'

And doesn't that just burn? How quick they'd been to ignore his feelings when he didn't have any concrete information to back them up. How it hadn't taken more than a promise of maybe help for them to trust Green Latern.

Help with something he'd already gotten mostly under control.

He knows it scared them; how much he'd changed when he came back. How long he'd spent letting his anger take the driver's seat.

But he died. And then he came back to find his killer was walking around fresh as a fucking daisy. Jason was entitled to a little anger, in his own humble opinion.

Maybe he'd gone a bit far, but things had finally started going back to normal. He'd almost started to forgive them for not avenging him. For replacing him. They'd even started working together again, more and more often with every passing day. Jason had worked on reigning in his anger instead of letting it take the reigns, controlling the Pit Rage instead of sinking into it.

It was a hard transition to make; hate cradles you, as they say. But he tried.

Maybe he had some relapses occasionally, some outbursts here and there, but he was making progress.

But they had been willing to throw him at the mercy of someone that terrified him for reasons he didn't understand the second they offered maybe a 'solution' to his 'green little problem.'

As if it wasn't mostly 'solved' already.

As if they hadn't been working on it for years now.

As if he wasn't capable of making his own damn decisions.

Mind made up, he takes breath, takes a step back, glances at the door - which he very quickly locks when he realizes how much they’ve been playing with fire - and drops the hand from his gun.

“Why bring us somewhere so crowded?”

“Your pals are less likely to attack us if we’re surrounded by civilians and not doing anything wrong. Plus, background noise. As long as we’re relatively quiet we’re unlikely to be overheard or bothered,” he answers, then points at the abandoned stolen clothing on the floor, a brow raised. “But if it’s all the same, I’d prefer to explain more when we’re not in a bathroom.”

Jason stares at him for another long moment.

Someone jiggles the handle and knocks.

“Fuck it.”

He throws on the baggy outfit, grateful for the drawstring - which is the only thing keeping the pants up - at least the excess fabric covers his shoes enough to be less obviously Not Normal (™).

He whips off the mask and shoves it in the pocket of the hoodie - which hits him upper-mid thigh.

Seriously.

‘This guy is pants at guessing sizes.’

It takes a lot of inner strength to avoid facepalming when he realizes his unintentional pun.

Once dressed, Danny wastes no time opening up the door to leave, and he follows him out and into the coffee line, ignoring the wide-eyed look on the face of the guy who’d knocked.

They grab coffee and snag an outside table - even more background noise with all the traffic, Danny explains as they sit.

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“So, Danny. Who, exactly, sent you to ‘help’ me?” Jason asks, leaning back in his seat.

Danny snorts at the theatrics, taking a sip of his own drink before he answers.

“He didn’t send me, he just told me you were in danger. I’m here because I want to be. But his name is Clockwork, the ghost that watches over the timestream.”

Danny sighs.

“We probably don't have a lot of time before Greenie and the Furries catch up, and they’ll need to hear a lot of what I have to tell you,” he says. “But, the basic - and more personal - details which only you really need to know-” he holds up a finger “-my parents have always been obsessed with ghosts and made it their life’s mission to open a portal to the afterlife - which they call the ‘Ghost Zone.’”

A second finger joins the first.

“They succeeded when I was 14, except they didn’t manage to make it turn on because they miswired an emergency off-switch on the inside to have an accompanying ‘on’ button that needed to be activated before it would work.”

A third.

“A friend dared me to go in and I, being a dumb kid, did. Then promptly tripped and hit the on-button and got electrocuted half to death. I say ‘half’ because in the midst of me dying the portal turned on, and the ectoplasm bonded to my living DNA and reached a sort of balance. This turned me into a halfa - a being that is half-human and half-ghost. Half alive and half dead. A human form and a ghost form.”

A fourth, Danny studiously ignoring Jason’s bewildered blinking.

“Halfa’s, due to the nature of our existences, are exceedingly rare. The first that I know of was created in an accident 20 years ago. I was the second. The third was already a halfa when she was created, being a clone of me - long story. The fourth, that I know of,” Danny leans forward, fingers curling back over to leave the hand pointing at Jason. “Is you.”

Danny can see the roiling mix of confusion-comprehension-horror-denial-fear-anger building up in him - anger the one that appeared to be winning - so he rushes to explain, holding his hands up placatingly - deja-vu.

“Clockwork only told me about you, like, an hour ago. He told me about how you didn’t know you were a halfa, how there’s barely enough ambient ectoplasm in this city to sustain you, that what is here is kind of garbage, that you don’t know how to get more - or that you need more. Or what ecto is - it’s like carbon for ghosts, I guess? Like living people are made of carbon but food is too?”

He squints. Shrugs.

“Ghosts are made of ecto and need it to be healthy. As halfas, we need both. There’s a lot more to ‘how to be a halfa’ but that’s the most important thing right now given I can literally sense how ecto-deprived you are. Your ecto-signature is literally so weak I could almost mistake you for a blob ghost, which is incredibly not-healthy. I nabbed a thermos from my fridge on the way here, so like. I know it probably sounds sus and your experience with green liquids-” he notes Jason tense back toward anger from where he’d been moving into confusion territory “-is probably historically bad, but I promise it’s safe. I’ll even drink some myself to prove it if that helps.”

A beat.

“Green liquids.”

It’s not a question, but Danny answers anyway, reaching into his chest to pull out the thermos, ignoring the strangled noise Jason makes and the aborted movement from where he’d begun to stand before crashing back down and staring as he uncaps the cylinder and pours a little of the ectoplasm into the cap before sliding the rest towards him.

“Ectoplasm!” Danny chirps, downing his like a shot only to find Jason staring, mouth slightly open in horror.

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Jason has known Danny for less than five minutes, and the guy has already said and done the most unhinged things Jason has ever seen anyone do.

In five. Minutes.

Here’s the thing; Jason hates everything he’s saying.

That Jason is still dead.

That he needs to start drinking lazarus water.

That there was some time guy out there stalking him (as if he needed another nosy bastard hanging over his shoulder. He was just starting to barely-kind of-sorta tolerate the ones he knew about).

That Danny died in his parents’ basement because they were experimenting with lazarus water.

Jason had barely begun to process the insane shit he said when the guy shoves his hand through his fucking chest.

For a moment, he was fully convinced he was going to rip out his heart or something.

Instead, he’d apparently just been using his chest cavity as a storage location for a thermos of lazarus water.

Ya know, as you fucking do.

In keeping with his general vibe of ‘one-insane-thing-after-another-without-pause’ he immediately pours himself a glass and downs it like a fucking shot.

It hasn’t even been 24 hours since this nightmare started and Jason thinks he might be going prematurely gray by now (no the white part does not count, he died when he was 15, Tim).

Finally, mercifully, the guy stops talking and/or doing things.

He closes his hanging jaw, noting the unchanged blue of the guys’ eyes.

Danny is still calm. In control. Unaffected by a bit of eau de lazarus.

Jason takes a steadying breath, bracing himself for the smell of decay and mildew and blood that the waters always carry with them…and gets something completely different.

His eyes snap down to the still-open thermos laid before him.

Looking closer, he notes the lack of bubbles. The color is the same, but the glow itself is somehow brighter. Softer.

It doesn’t smell like lazarus water.

It smells like chamomile tea. Like the lavender cookies Alfred used to make post-patrol sometimes, trying to incite them to go to bed sooner rather than staying up at all hours.

It smells delicious.

He can feel his mouth water, and his stomach growls loudly, suddenly.

He’d had that oatmeal less than two hours ago, but he suddenly feels like he hadn’t eaten at all.

He sips his coffee instead, staring down the container of pure temptation, straining against the urge to pick it up and chug.

Danny watches on, silent, patient. He looks hopeful, Jason thinks, but not expectant.

Not that he couldn’t just be a really good actor. And just because the lazarus water smells good doesn’t mean it’s safe. Doesn’t mean he should just go for it.

Even if it does smell like chamomile tea and lavender cookies.

Alfred’s lavender cookies.

Which he’d never been able to resist.

‘He drank some,’ Jason thinks as he picks up the thermos. ‘He’s still fine,’ he tells himself. ‘If he wanted to he could’ve just dropped me directly into one of the pits. If he wanted to hurt me he could’ve phased poison directly into my bloodstream, probably.’

The not-quite-lazarus water tastes just like it smells.

Jason wants to chug the whole canister, but he has enough self-control to take sips instead, letting the flavors play out on his tongue.

No hint of almonds.

No odd textures.

Just chamomile and lavender and bliss.

Three sips and a solid ten seconds in and he still feels fine - no feeling faint or frothing at the mouth. Instead, he feels lighter.

Warmer.

Calmer.

Ravenous.

He chugs the rest, tension leaving his body, nerves settling, the hunger he hadn’t known was there until the scent first hit him abating enough to be ignored.

He takes a moment to look at the empty cylinder and reflect on the fact that he just voluntarily drank lazarus water.

Except not really. Lazarus water is vile; even Danny had said the ‘ecto’ he’d encountered was 'garbage.'

'What, did Ra's forget to install a damn pool-filter or something???

He shakes the thought from his head and looks back at his…rescuer? Danny only looks relieved; noticeably more relaxed than the apparently false-calm he’d been projecting before.

Jason chews his lip in thought. Frowns.

“Okay. I have many questions, comments, and concerns about…everything that just happened, to be honest. But before anything else, I want answers about Green Lantern.”

Danny nods, expression grave.

“Let me tell you a story….”

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Fun Fact: Ectoplasm smelling like wild stuff is fun, but also it’s everywhere in the zone. Ghosts have to live in it & smell it/smell like it all the time. Sooooo….

In this AU I’m going with: ecto smells like ranch 2 (lime & batteries) to humans bc they can’t process it properly.

To ghosts, ectoplasm smells like the thing they want the most at that moment. Right now, Jason wants home - as it was when it was safe - so the ecto smells like something that reminds him of that.

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Next time: Back at the batcave! If that scene doesn’t stretch too long, also reunion! Or at least Jason pov of being pissed when they have the audacity to want to talk!

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buckybarnesss · 7 months

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Can we start a discussion? When it comes to Teen Wolf & Shipping. Do you know of any other age difference ships that don't get as much pushback that Sterek does? Such as Marrish, Because despite the antis complaining against it it's still in the top 3 ships of all time.

haha so we've chosen violence this morning.

@dear-massacre and i have brought this up before.

teen wolf is not the show to be watching if you're looking for "unproblematic" content. age gap ships have always been like at the bottom of issues with the show lol.

sterek is the ship that has always gotten the most push back. mostly because of it's exposure and the way the show queerbaited the fuck outta it. it's the one most people are aware of even if they haven't watched the show. therefore, it's the one that gets the focus.

hold on to your butts.

now i didn't watch s5 till the show had ended but people did find the age gap concerning and gross between jordan and lydia despite lydia being 18 at the time.

lydia turned 18 in season 4. natalie and her discuss this at the lake house i believe in time of death. this makes the birthday we see for lydia in party guessed her 17th birthday.

parrish tells jared in riddled that he's 24. by the time of 5a which takes place during the first semester of lydia's senior year 2012 she would've still been 18 and he would've been 25 because 3b was the first semester of their junior year 2011 so 5a is a year later.

jordan and lydia have a 7 year difference. while their age gap is concerning because of the power dynamics jordan wasn't grooming her and it wasn't illegal. i think the writing shifted to try to imply that they were drawn to each other because of the banshee and hellhound connection.

jordan giving those andy dwyer vibes.

now let's take a look at thiam. a pretty popular and accepted ship.

theo is the same age as our core characters. he is in their grade and knew them when he was young.

our baby beta liam was a freshman when he was introduced so that makes him a sophomore when theo is introduced in 5a.

by the time theo and liam become frenemies the age difference between them is basically the original age difference from the pilot presentation script as derek and stiles.

aiden and ethan were both romantically and sexually involved with lydia and danny in season 3 despite making it clear they were only pretending to be high schoolers. they may have been in their early 20s but they were adults fucking minors by deception.

danny's whole dating history is suspect too due to it being implied he had an older boyfriend and he was seen going to a gay club. like what. he's supposed to be the same age as our core gang. he did have a mild thing for matt though who was at least a peer.

there's also harris being shown to be at the rave with a much younger woman (21 he says). like bruh. this is never addressed.

mason and corey. liam and hayden. stiles and malia. lydia and jackson. allison and isaac. scott and allison. lydia and stiles. scott and kira. paige and derek.

those are all age appropriate actual canon relationships. i would also add derek and braeden too.

no one gives one episode wonder heather shit about kissing stiles nonconsensually either.

derek's age is never canonically given but like c'mon. in s1 he doesn't act that much older than scott and stiles. he acts like their peer.

jeff and the writers did age him up a bit because they realized they made derek 13 when he was involved with kate. they were uncomfortable with him that young and instead pushed it up to near 16. (still fucked).

i've seen it discussed on the subreddit (🤮) and people seem to deluded themselves into thinking derek was older when he and kate were involved. ding dong they are wrong.

visionary tells us plainly that derek and paige were sophomores (hello scott parallels) and kate got her nasty hands on him not long after paige died.

i think after sterek the most discussed age gap issue discussed is derek's seduction/enticement of erica. it was definitely out of pocket and questionable behavior on his part but it is rarely brought up by the antis that erica jumped him and kissed him nonconsensually later. or the manipulation and rape by deception jennifer commits.

notice a theme? people age up derek to try to say what kate did wasn't grooming and statutory rape and deny that what jennifer did was also rape. they'll deny derek any and all victimhood while turning it around on him calling him an abuser towards stiles and basically calling him a pedophile because of the sterek ship. antis really want to make a canonical victim of multiple instances of sexual abuse into the abuser.

or worse they'll call real life people these things over a fictional ship.

where have i heard this kind of narrative before i wonder? 🙄

besides, derek only does the steering wheel thing in retaliation for stiles using his body as enticement for danny without his permission. stiles is the one who did the bad thing and crossed a boundary. it's not nice or really acceptable for derek to harm stiles like that but there's context to the action. it wasn't random. it was pointed. he never does anything like this again and in fact spends a vast majority of his time trying to protect stiles.

nothing sexual or even overtly romantic occurred between derek and stiles in canon. their only crime was having too much chemistry.

the antis are mad because people ship sterek and it's not even canon. it's all fanon. sure i'm of the belief a deep connection and attraction is there between them but it's all subtextual and never acted on by either party.

let me reiterate this: antis are mad over a hypothetical ship of two fictional characters that never happened in the source material.

besides, by the time the show ends and i mean the last, last scene there's been a 2 year time jump. when the show ends it's 2015. stiles would've been 20 fucking years old and by the time of the movie he's in his 30s.

i think by then he'd be allowed to ride derek's dick off into the sunset if he wanted.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #sterek #rape mention

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madam-o · 1 month

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Ok truth time: as obsessed as I was with Beetlejuice in all its forms as a kid, I never found the cartoon truly satisfying. It was cute and Tim Burtony, but in a very muted kind of way. Not enough death and too many silly puns. The Maitlands, Juno, and the Neitherworld Bureau of Afterlife Affairs (my name for it, honestly I don't think it was ever named) were completely absent, which I always found deeply disappointing. The show looked great, though, and it was sometimes pretty cool.

But now after over 30 years and Beetlejuice getting a musical and a sequel and everything, I'm like, ok so where's my new cartoon? Every other IP from my youth is getting pimped out with new stuff, so surely another cartoon is down the pipeline. And after Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, it would be a waste not to make it a musical with Alex Brightman. I dunno if Keaton would be cheap enough to hire as a VA, anyway. Just sayin.

I realllly did not like the idea of the BJ musical at first, btw. I saw the performance at the Tonys and while I didn't hate it, I did dismiss it as pretty cringey. I fully admit to having been a musical theater snob, and anything from the 80's onward has generally been "Pop Culture IP: the Musical" and a waste of time in my estimation. I've only really liked Soundheim and the few original musicals that have come out in recent years. And yes, Lion King was good.

But Vivziepop has ruined my life and now all I think about is animated shows for adults, musical theater, and most of all, musical theater boys. Damn Jeremy Jordan and his fucking angelic vocal chords. Curse Alex Brightman and that cartoony, growly thing he does. Fuck Christian Borle and his sexy asshole characters (but no seriously, can I please?)

So back to my first point, which is: where's my animated series/movie that perfectly combines all three iterations of Beetlejuice (movie, cartoon, musical) into one satisfying package? The one where Juno and the Afterlife Affairs office are back and things are gruesome and a bit scary but wildly fun? Where Beetlejuice can swear and smoke and do completely offensive things that are only acceptable for an amoral demon/poltergeist/whatever to do? Where he and Lydia are close pals again and she gives as good as she gets? Where the music is both Danny Elfman-like and Eddie Perfect-esque and the animation is either stop-motion or 2D and the style looks like an homage to every BJ property that came before?

*holds out hand* I'll take that NOW, please and thank you very much.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice beetlejuice #hazbin hotel #alex brightman #christian borle #jeremy jordan

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thavron · 6 months

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what’s on the halloween watchlist right now!!!

I want to rewatch Crimson Peak. I keep seeing it pop up on my dash and I've not seen it since it came out at the cinema.

The Babadook for similar reasons.

Us is another one I want to rewatch. I remember feeling really disturbed by that film. I might add Nope as well. Not really that scary but Jordan Peele is the master of weird and uncomfortable.

The classics, like Halloween and Scream. The Scream franchise is my favourite haha. I quite like the new Halloween movies too Kills and Ends, controversial as that might be.

IT 1+2. Because yes.

28 Days Later, which is an all time fave. I had a huge Danny Boyle obsession in my late teens early 20s. He did some amazing things with small handheld cameras before it was really a thing. 28 Days Later is just a chef's kiss of tension building. There are these huge empty shots mixed with these rapid quick fire close up shots that create this weird mix of loneliness and panic. I could write essays.

Brightburn and Crawl have made the annual rewatch list.

I should take a look for something new to watch. Any suggestions again always accepted.

#asks answered #lumiereandcogsworth

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Three: The Itch (Zatanna's POV)

"Put the knife down," the man in swim shorts raised his voice. I peeked around the corner, kicking myself for being neighborly. "We can talk about-."

"What is there to talk about? You all think I'm the Happy Harbor Butcher anyway!" the kid yelled. I took a breath and raised my book as I entered their cabin. The man shook his head, giving me away, and the kid whipped around.

"Oh crap! Hey, he's not in any danger. We were working on practical effects for my aunt-. See. The knife is fake," the kid explained as he pressed the trick knife into his palm. I let out a sigh of relief and hid my face with my book, and we all had a laugh.

The man approached me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?" he asked. "That must've really freaked you out. I'm Danny Cassidy, and this practical effects prodigy is my boss's nephew. He's the incomparable Eddie Bloomberg, the next big face of practical effects in horror." Eddie shook his head.

"Danny's the real genius... I'm just his humble apprentice," Eddie replied. I knew what he was up to. He figured all it took for me to fall head over heels for his friend, Danny, was a kind word or two.

Too late. I thought he was cute from the moment we locked eyes. I offered Danny my hand, and he took hold of it. "I'm Zatanna. My friends call me Zee," I whispered.

"Well, Zatanna... Are you spending the weekend up here too?" Danny questioned. I nodded. "Well, I hope you'll let me call you Zee by the time this weekend's over." He kissed my hand, and I flashed a smile at him.

"You guys up here for work?" I asked.

"Nuh-uh, I'm up here to meet friends," Eddie answered as he put the trick knife away. I set my book down on their table.

A tea kettle whistled, and Danny released my hand to go and turn it off. "Eddie invited me up with the promise of creative inspiration, but I think he just needed a ride. It doesn't hurt that we're making a movie about this place pretty soon," Danny replied, "But I'll be here, soaking in the beach scene... Maybe even check out the caves. What about you?"

"Call me crazy, but the place came to me in a dream... But it sounds like you guys are filming a nightmare," I whispered as it sunk in. They were filming a horror movie about the beach.

"It's just like any other beach... The movie's based on urban legend. Not backed up by fact at all," Danny reassured me.

I probably should've told him the truth. It wasn't a dream. It was a vision. Usually, I didn't travel to supernatural hotspots blindly like some ghost-chasing tourist, but anyone who could feel the magic there knew. Many people would be compelled to come there. My father called it an itch, but it was something different for me. It buzzed in my spirit as magic passed through my bones. I couldn't ignore the pull.

Danny offered me a cup of tea, and I accepted. He set a serving dish filled with tea bags at the table, and I made my pick. Eddie sat down and twisted a spoon in a jar of honey before dropping it into his mug. I grabbed a bag of berry hibiscus tea, which seemed like a step up from the chamomile at the cafes. I hated chamomile.

I shook the bag down and placed it in a mug. Eddie passed me a cup filled with spoons, and I gave myself a spoonful of honey for my drink, and Danny poured hot water from the kettle into our mugs before making his cup of tea. The warmth set my nerves at ease. "What do you do?" Danny asked.

"I'm a magician," I replied. I twirled the spoon around in my mug.

"Now I know where I've heard that name! You had a residency in Vegas," Danny replied. I bit my lip to conceal my smile.

"Yeah, have you seen my show?" I asked as I blew on my tea.

"Yeah, I saw your show three times. I've never seen anything like it," Danny replied.

I smiled a half-smile as I took a sip of my tea. "Thanks... Actually, I came over to see if you guys wanted to do a bonfire at the beach tonight? At seven-ish?" I whispered. The door slammed behind me, and I jumped.

A bizarre sensation shrouded the room, and I shut my eyes. I breathed through the feeling because I was much more sensitive than the others. At least I thought so. When I looked up, Danny and Eddie looked like they'd seen a ghost. Eddie stood up and left the room, and Danny took a sip of his tea and shook his head. "Gopher!" Danny called. "I'm sorry, this film is starting to get to us."

"No, I felt it too. I think it's just one of those days," I half-lied. Danny followed Eddie, and I was alone. I could hear them talking through the door, but I couldn't hear half of what they were saying.

I finished my tea and slipped away. I walked down the trail toward my bungalow, feeling something looming outside my vision. I rushed back to my cabin before a hand grabbed my wrist. I shrieked. The person released my hand. When I turned to see their face, I relaxed my shoulders and sighed.

"Jesus Christ, Chester," I whispered, "I didn't think you were coming."

"Yeah, I've been here for an hour wandering in circles looking for you," Chester replied, "Good thing I ran into you. Doesn't this place give you the creeps?"

"Don't tell me you're scared," I teased. Chester smiled.

"No way," Chester replied, "Just paranoid... Besides, you were the one that screamed bloody murder the second I caught up with you." I laughed with him. Nothing like getting the daylights scared out of me by a completely harmless friend to calm my nerves. That and a well-welcomed smoke on the beach.

Oh! I forgot to mention. I invited Chester. He was a friend of a friend's friend and a real sweetheart. That and I didn't want to be alone that weekend. "Hey, Zee? Got you a surprise from my garden," Chester smiled as he gave me a small box.

The box contained a small airtight container filled with weed. We went to my cabin and smoked for a while before I finally let it slip. "Who's the Happy Harbor Butcher?" I questioned. Chester turned to me on the couch, and we maintained eye contact for what felt like forever.

"Aww, no thanks, Kid. I'm out of here-."

"Chester, come on," I whispered. I grabbed his arm. "It was a simple question."

"I've got two rules for camping. No urban legends and no night hiking," Chester replied.

"Don't-. Don't leave. I won't ask about it again," I replied, "Do you want a soda or something?" Chester nodded, and I grabbed two from the fridge to keep him calm.

We should've left that day. I think I'll regret that forever. The pit in my stomach told me there was more to Happy Harbor Butcher than an urban legend, but the itch kept me there. I couldn't leave. Whatever energy drew me there kept me trapped by curiosity.

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Jordan Terrell (Charlie Scene) (Hollywood Undead)

JORDAN

The party was pretty lively before we arrived, but now Hollywood Undead was here the party could begin. Music was blaring and drinks flowed, with people talking and dancing in every room. I found myself in the dining room with the rest of the band minus Dylan, who was catching up with y/n in the lounge. Dylan and y/n were childhood friends, them having the same personality which made them fun to be around.

'Your eyes are always on them Jordan,' Danny says, sipping his beer.

I turn to face Danny, '...are they? I hadn't noticed.'

Jorel snorts, 'You're being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for y/n.'

'You look like you want to devour them,' George chuckles, always finding amusement in my misery.

'...shut the fuck up!' I growl.

The three of them burst into fits of laughter. I flip them off and turn my attention back to y/n and Dylan, only to find y/n gone and Dylan walking towards us smirking.

'No one ever invites Funny if this is where the party's at,' Dylan says, pouting but the seriousness doesn't last long.

'Where's y/n?' I ask.

'Taking a call outside, what's up with these idiots?' Dylan asks, tilting his head to take in the scene in front of him.

I shrug my shoulders and walk around him, 'who knows? Be back in a bit.'

I find y/n outside on the porch talking on the phone while smoking a blunt with their other hand. They notice me and smile before offering it to me which I accept. After a couple more minutes y/n hangs up and takes my beer out of my hand and drinks some.

'Hello Jordan, long time no see, I'm back in town for a while this time,' y/n rambles, probably a little high.

I laugh, their energy contagious, 'hello y/n, I see you got some new tattoos, maybe we should go out now you're back.'

I don't realise what I've said until y/n's eyes widen.

'The two of us, like a date?' y/n asks, curiosity in their tone.

I nod, all I needed was alcohol in my system to ask y/n out, 'yes like a date. Would you like that?'

y/n hums, 'I think I would Jordan. Don't tell Dylan because he'll beat your ass.'

I snort, 'I bet I could take him. So how've you been? Work been good?'

We spend the rest of the night catching up, smoking and drinking, the rest of the band joining us at some point. y/n had admitted to liking me but never thought they had a chance which was odd because I always thought they were way out of my league. Now I had a date, and when the band found out Dylan would kill me and the others would roast me.

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ABRUPTIO - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Pending

SYNOPSIS: “Les Hackel hates his life. He works a dead-end job, was just dumped by his high-maintenance girlfriend, and still lives with his nagging mom. One night, he discovers a fresh incision behind his neck. His friend Danny tells him it's a bomb, that someone has implanted one in his neck, too. And then the messages start coming in, forcing Les to carry out missions with deadly results. Les is partnered up with a series of oddball characters to commit heinous tasks. The violence escalating around him, Les pieces together the clues that reveal the horrific plans to breed a monstrous race of beings.”

REVIEW: Evan Marlowe’s screenplay is a nice blend of satire, science fiction and political commentary. His main character, Les Hackel is an amalgamation of J.D. Sallainger, William S. Burroughs and Hunter Thompson character who suffers from more contemporary issues.

Marlowe’s screenplay takes a classic 50’s/60’s science fiction tale and adds a bit of Lynch and Cronenberg to it, then takes it to another level with amazing life-size puppet designs that give the film a surreal and trippy feel. Enhancing all that is a fantastic vocal cast that brings these performances to life and at times allows you to forget you are watching puppets. As Hackel’s life begins to spiral out of control he contours bizarre characters that he is accepting of, unlike Dorothy in the land of Oz. Marlowe keeps Hackel grounded and easily accepting of the deadly tasks he is assigned without questioning them. When the police become involved they are aware and accepting of everything Hackel has done, but there is something lurking in his past that they are trying to get him to admit to. Marlowe seizes and engages the viewer’s attention with this wickedly delightful tale that ultimately pulls back the curtain in the final act to expose the story’s dark secret. For all its freakish elements the story builds tension and suspense to culminate in a shocking release.

With 30 credits to his name, features and shorts, the production values of the film showcase Marlowe’s talent as a director, cinematographer and editor. He obtains performances from both his voice actors and puppeteers that bring these characters to life. I enjoyed their work as there was such a life quality to their performance, yet there was something reminiscent of the human puppets of the Jim Henson studio. Given the grotesqueness of several of the character designs, the film is still beautiful to look at. There are several scenes that are almost monologues, or where characters discuss social or philosophical issues, and the director magically edits the sequences creating energy and a nice pacing. The film took several years to complete. While he did not have to worry about his puppets aging, the film’s execution and look are cohesive and seamless. The gory special effects are intense and very lifelike, and reminded me of some of the early films of Peter Jackson. The score by Patrick Savage and Holeg Spies adds another level to the film as it accentuates the visuals, the action, and adds another dimension to Hackel.

ABRUPTIO features a first-rate cast of actors voicing these characters. Rather than going with performances that are caricatures, they create characters that have peculiar ticks that flown through the puppet designs to enchant the viewer. Some of the actors are clearly recognizable, a few become apparent when viewing the credits. Actor Sid Haig voices Sal in one of his final film appearances.

ABRUPTIO is currently doing the festival circuit, and while I highly recommend seeing it in a theater, if there is a streaming opportunity don’t pass it up. Evan Marlowe delivers a mad-cap genre classic full of dark humor and gore. It is a ride not soon forgotten. Marlowe is a talented visionary and I am excited to see what he serves up next.

CAST (voices): James Marsters, Hana Mae Lee, Jordan Peele, Christopher McDonald, Robert Englund, Darren Darnborough, Rich Fulcher and Sid Haig. CREW: Director/Screenplay/Cinematographer/Editor - Evan Marlowe; Producers - Kerry Finlayson & Kerry Marlowe; Score - Patrick Savage & Holeg Spies; Lead Puppet Designer & Fabricator - Jeffrey S. Farley; Lead Puppeteer - Danny Montooth; Visual Effects Designer - John Sellings. OFFICIAL: www.abruptio.com FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/AbruptioFilm TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/MUGGBqrYL1A RELEASE DATE: Pending, a selection at numerous film festivals

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay), or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

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billy woods & Kenny Segal Album Review: Maps

(Backwoodz Studioz)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

The prolific billy woods’ second album with beat mastermind Kenny Segal is centered around touring, inspired by the idea that the road--or the lack of home--is, in itself, home. On Maps, places where people reside are as constantly changing as the landscapes that pass as you’re on the highway. It’s the perfect fodder for woods’ neuroses and pessimism, the low thoughts that occur when you have too much time on your hands but still can’t make sense of your surroundings. He’s constantly searching for stimuli--weed, food, drinks--to distract himself from the human condition. Like the titular “Houdini”, Woods escapes, even if temporarily.

Segal’s hazy production is, often by way of contrast, the perfect complement to woods’ spirals, and the two work beautifully in tandem. Segal interpolates gorgeous strummed guitars and Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” as woods looks at the birds, sun, and breeze on “Soft Landing”, lamenting that their magnificence doesn’t match his own mood. He’s more straightforward on the beat-switching “Babylon By Bus”, distilling his ethos into a declaration that, “People don’t want the truth, they want me to tell ‘em grandma went to heaven.” It often feels like he’s playing tug of war with himself, on one side his perceptions--feeling pastoral dread on the devastating “Agriculture”--and on the other, the objective, bleak truths of the world, from colonialism to police brutality. The two sides, along with Segal’s intelligent contributions, come to a head on “The Layover”, a paranoia-addled tale of no fly lists and surveillance. “Finally got it to where lies is the truth and the truth is a ruse,” woods raps over a piano line, the song sporting an ever-steady groove as if to emphasize the eternal nature of his internal struggle.

Of course, and perhaps thankfully, it’s not all dark, and Maps wouldn’t be a great album without some fun. Segal’s production from track to track feels like a road trip, passing the aux cord between friends with related, but unique tastes, the piano-looped “Rapper Weed” followed by limber free jazz bop “Blue Smoke”, the industrial “Year Zero” by the gentle, lilting “Hangman”. The guest verses include woods’ usual jaunts with Armand Hammer bandmate E L U C I D, and an unexpectedly soulful chorus from Future Islands’ Sam Herring on “FaceTime”. Yet, it’s Quelle Chris and Danny Brown that steal the show, boastful, hilarious, and intense in what ironically brings moments of levity to the record. Chris brags on “Soundcheck” that he’s so good the audio engineer should have to pay for a ticket, while Brown hasn’t sounded this manically dialed in since Atrocity Exhibition. Of course, woods himself shines alongside them, as plainspoken in his sorrow that his “taxes pay police brutality settlements” as he is uproariously confident in the adage that “You can’t fix stupid.” That Maps is filled with more than just variance, references within references, synaptic, weed-influenced connections among society’s ills, is a feature, not a bug.

woods’ modes of thought all seem to be influenced by death, the lurking presence of it, the survivor’s guilt he feels, that his son, too, will die one day. “No need to ask who sent you, it was always just a question of when,” he raps on “Hangman”, accepting even a premature fate. It’s a desolate attitude, sure, but it’s ultimately an acceptance of the chaos of the world, one that allows him to seek out and enjoy expensive Vietnamese food and cocktails even when their very existence is a product of a losing class and racial struggle. “Death in a top hat dance a jig in the street / Don't get it twisted boy, the city wicked, it'll crush you with its feet,” woods raps on “NYC Tapwater”. With Segal behind him and a Mezcal Negroni in hand, Maps is the sound of woods dancing back.

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Fictober 2022 - Day 6

Prompt number: 6 - Adaptable, I like that

Original fiction: ARE

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

“Welcome, welcome,” Director Nela said as Jordan led his team into the office. “Jordan, I must say I’m quite surprised you were able to gather a team for yourself. Introduce me.”

Jordan nodded and introduced each member of his team. “This is Joelle, Danny and Tommie.” He pointed to each individual. “Joelle is our medical expert. We sometimes call her The Healer.” He chuckled before moving on. “This is Danny. He’s our technical genius. He even knows how to... rebuild them.” What he meant to say was ‘hack into secure systems,’ but that wasn’t a good idea right now. “And this is Tommie,” he continued, “She’s...”

Tommie shrugged. “I’m here for moral support.” She said, unfazed, knowing she’s the only member of the team with no hard skills.

“Well, then,” The director places four dossiers on her desk, Tommie’s in particular, much thicker than the rest. “I did a bit of a background check on each of you.”

“She has files on us?!” Tommie whispered to Jordan.

“It’s a government agency, Tommie,” He whispered back. Tommie felt a pit in her stomach, thinking her career was over before it even began.

“Let’s start with Miss Mansouri.” The director flipped a few pages and paused. “Sister of Sgt Alain Mansouri.” She removed her glasses and looked at Joelle. “I’m sorry for your loss. Alain was one of the best members of our army and we so dearly miss him.” Joelle simply nodded, wanting to move on from the subject of her twin brother.

The director continued, “Impressive academic career, top of the class in law school, internships at giant law firms. A promising career ahead of you, but currently in medical school. Interesting.”

“I had a change of heart.” Joelle said.

“And how is it going for you?”

“Just as well as law school.”

“Wonderful,” the director said before picking up Danny’s dossier. “Moving on, Mr. Youn. Much less impressive academic career. Three-time college dropout and a former member of D3adL0ck. If I remember correctly, this is the same hacker group that gave us here quite the headache.”

Danny shamefully avoided looking directly at her. “Once I found out who they really are, I quit. They’re not happy about it and still constantly threaten me.”

The director nodded and continued. “Currently finding employment with FinTech companies... and Choi’s Tae Kwon Do?”

“I inherited my grandfather’s Dojang.”

The director nodded her head and picked up Tommie’s massive dossier. “Miss Valois is a high school dropout with many, many felonies and hundreds of misdemeanors. In and out of juvenile detention, but no record of adult prison, impressive. Tell me, Mr. Lyons, what exactly would Miss Valois bring to this team?”

Jordan hung his head shamefully and scratched the back of his head. “She’s smart...”

“That you’re right,” the director said, surprising the group. “I’ll tell you what she’ll bring to the team. What she lacks in academic achievement, she makes up in experience. She has, what you all call, ‘street cred’. And you had to be, didn’t you? You and your sister would constantly move to different foster homes and never really had a permanent home. It forced you to be adaptable, and I like that. Not to mention a genius IQ,”

She closed her dossier and looked at the group. “This is who you choose to be on your team?” Jordan swallowed but slowly nodded. “You all know the seriousness of the situation and who you will be working for. Do you accept?”

“Yes,” the four of them say in unison.

“Well then, welcome to The United States Department of Homeland Security.”

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Monkey Man (2024) review

Reading up about the behind the scenes of this film, I must say this underwent quite the troublesome production. From filming during COVID to Patel breaking his foot during the shoot to the cameras breaking forcing them to film certain scenes on iPhones to Patel’s mother dying…. Honestly talk about pouring your heart and soul into something, eh! Bet Patel was recalling the words of his character Sonny from The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel - “Everything will be all right in the end... if it's not all right then it's not yet the end.”

Plot: A young man ekes out a meagre living in an underground fight club where, night after night, wearing a gorilla mask, he's beaten bloody by more popular fighters for cash. After years of suppressed rage, he discovers a way to infiltrate the enclave of the city's sinister elite. As his childhood trauma boils over, his mysteriously scarred hands unleash an explosive campaign of retribution to settle the score with the men who took everything from him.

It’s hard not to root for Dev Patel. He just seems like such a solid dude, so of course we want him and his little new movie to do well. Naturally Jordan Peele buying the project from Netflix and putting it in theatres is a great way to market it and I’m so happy Patel is getting the recognition for it, as for a while there it did feel like he fell off the face of the Earth. Last time we saw him was in Green Knight that came out in 2021. Wait. 2021? That cannot be right. Green Knight was released 3 years ago??! I’m sorry, I need a minute, as I just realised I’m growing old really really fast. You know who isn’t getting old? Dev Patel apparently as turns out he’s a straight up action star in his thirties! He beats the hell out of a lot of folks in this movie. Like the dude straight up knife kills a goon with his teeth! That’s some John Wick-pencil killing level shiz! Patel doesn’t pull his punches here, and Twitter referring to him as ‘the Indian John Wick’ is very accurate.

That being said Patel not only stars, but is also on writing, producing and directing duties here. This is very much a star-turning moment for him, as he calls for Hollywood and the audience to accept his new image. Again - as the action hero totally believable. From a writing standpoint too he seems to have a lot to say, as Monkey Man is imbued in Indian culture and tradition, as well as a lot of social political commentary, as well as giving a nice nod to the trans community. That being said it does also seem like he has too much to say. As in the movie feels really messy with so many themes and ideas, that especially the first half feels really all over the place and it’s so difficult as a result to connect with anything that’s going on and even so much as care. In the last third the movie does find its groove, however it does take its sweet time to get there.

As a director too Patel definitely takes inspiration from other filmmakers he worked with in the past such as David Lowery, Neil Blomkamp and Danny Boyle, in the way he stylises this movie, and a lot of it does look good. But, and of course there was going to be a but! But there is a lot of shaky cam. Yes ladies and gentlemen, as much as this is the great comeback of Dev Patel, this too happens to be the major return of shaky cam. And unlike Patel, this is an unwelcome one. Like why? Why I ask?? Who the hell was craving the return of shaky cam!? So much of the action in this movie is missed due to the camera frenetically jumping around like a monkey high on cocaine, and in fact not only in the action sequences. Dev Patel also seems obsessed with filming close ups, so much so that 90% of the movie I found myself staring up someone’s hairy nostril. Whilst still in shaky cam mode!! This movie was honestly so dizzying and that very much hindered the overall experience.

All in all this is an ambitious directorial debut for Dev Patel that primarily works as a showcase for his action star potential, whilst when it comes to his directing even though there are a lot of flaws, I believe give the man a few more projects and he’ll be able to create something truly special. Look, everyone needs to start somewhere. Also special shout out to my man Sharlto Copley who’s only in about 5-10 minutes in this movie, yet he brings his usual excitable charismatic South African energy, that he still made me chuckle whenever he did literally anything. The guy’s just amusing to watch. Anyway, Dev Patel keep it up - you’ve definitely got something. However I must say for all the teasing of him being the so-called monkey man, when it came to the final fight he comes wearing the mask, but then takes it off before entering battle mode. Like what the hell? You promise us monkey man so I expect and want to see a man fight in a monkey mask at all times!! Why hast thou forsaken that from me??

Overall score: 5/10

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the following wanted connections have been added

did you hear daymar harcelw (matt bomer), our resident darklighter, is looking for their former mentor/lover? they’re an over 500 year old darklighter who arrived in the chateau UTP of years ago. they look like micheal fassbender. the player does require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - the premise of their connection is someone who took daymer under their wings when daymer started out and showed him the ropes of how to be a darklighter but overtime the two become lovers until something happened that split the two apart leaving daymer to travel alone. We can discuss this further together and come up with more if your interested. @addictiontolust

did you hear triniti kahele (alex aiono), our resident merfolk, is looking for their boyfriend/fwb? they’re an utp year old harpy or familiar who arrived in the chateau utp years ago. they look like jordan buhat / luke pasqualino. the player does require you to contact them prior to filling this out. - triniti's a lovable airhead and they need semi or full smart boyfriend who loves them. @southernsyxs

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Amethyst - Chapter Thirty

(A/N: a little shorter)

"I don't know what's crazier: the fact that Flossi is ex- Team Moon or the fact she's gone completely nuts now." Danny commented as the four of us continued to make our way to where our flying taxi was waiting.

"She knows all the tricks of the evil trade. What kind of person uses all their power for doing such EVIL THINGS to innocent Pokemon?!" Lisa growled loudly with clenched fists. "Just wait until I get my hands on her!"

"Chill out, Lisa, we still don't know the full story." Mackenzie said. "Besides, after all the tragedy she's had in her life, what with being raised by criminals, then the death of her love, and being stripped of her champion title? It's not that surprising that she turned bad."

"Are you NUTS? She's literally evil!" Lisa shouted. "We've got to find her and put a stop to this!"

"Im not defending her actions in any way." Mackenzie put his hands up. "I'm simply saying, the woman has been through a lot in her life and I'm not so sure that the full-throttle treatment is the best approach here."

"I'm just surprised we haven't seen her yet. She's not exactly easy to miss." I retorted. "Surely if she truly was still in Taldourse, somebody would've recognised her by now."

"She'll be trying to conceal her identity as best as she can so nobody will catch her preparing to take down the Elite Four." Danny interjected.

****

"Unbelievable..." Buzz cupped his head with his hands. "Just... completely mind boggling! Not in my wildest hypotheses could I have imagined that Flossi - the CHAMPION OF ALL PEOPLE - would be behind these vicious attacks!"

"Please try and stay calm. I know it's a difficult ask but... Kossi's ghost was right. The Elite Four can deal with this." Crystal attempted to reassure the flabbergasted Electric-type Gym Leader.

She then turned to where myself, Lisa, Danny and Mackenzie were standing. "But we can't do it alone, I'm afraid. That's where you four come in."

"W-what? Even... ME?!" Danny's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Well of course!" Clyde interjected. "Danny, your strength is invaluable to this mission!"

Danny just stood there, wide-eyed, struggling to comprehend the importance of his person in this. I could tell it was the first time he had felt useful throughout the whole mission.

"Kossi was right about you, as much as it pains me to say it." Lisa said to Danny. "I mean, as much as you're a pain in the butt at the best of times, with your massive ego and whatnot, even I can't deny your resilience."

Everyone in the room chuckled at this. "Lisa, you've definitely had a bang on the head," Mackenzie laughed.

Danny then turned his attention towards me. "Hey Y/N, I'm really sorry about what happened back in Grugar Valley. I just always thought I was the stronger of the two of us, but well... you proved me wrong, and all I can do is accept that."

"Looks like someone else had a bang on the head!" Lisa laughed.

"Friends?" He held out his hand.

"Friends." I happily took his hand in mine and he proceeded to give it an over-exaggerated handshake.

"Haha, that was awesome!" Clyde commented. "So anyway... back to the mission. Danny, Lisa and Mackenzie, you shall return to Opaquia to obtain your final gym badge. Jordan will be waiting for you there, he's set up a team of psychic Pokemon for you to battle against."

"My son is so talented, he's an expert in poison AND psychic!" Buzz grinned.

"Awesome!" Danny grinned.

"Cool." Lisa retorted.

"Sounds good to me." Mackenzie smiled.

"And Y/N, as for you, it's time for the Elite Test." Clyde said, trying so hard to contain his excitement. Crystal, however, maintained a stern expression throughout the conversation.

"Remember, Clyde, we do have a national emergency first and foremost. If you can remain focused." Crystal spoke up. She then turned towards me. "Y/N... the time has come for you to face the Elite Four. You shall make your way to the Pokemon League. You probably don't need it but... I'm wishing you the best of luck."

"Thank you, Crystal." I smiled. "It's super important to me that we work together to take down Flossi."

****

I smiled to myself as I stared up at the white skyscraper that stood above me. My eyes then wandered downwards to where my eight gym badges were. The psychic badge stuck out to me most of all, of course, with its dazzling pink shimmer, and the signature whirlpool. It was, by far, the prettiest badge of the collection, and that was excluding the fact it had been given to me by the ghost of the greatest champion in history. My eyes then returned to the shiny League Building as I tightened the strap of my backpack on my shoulders.

I had prepared myself a team to take on the first member of the Elite Four, who was apparently a Normal-Type specialist. My strongest unit, which was of course Lily, remained at the forefront of my Team, along with Medicham, Zelda, Stalagus, Bronzong and Sylveon.

"Well... this is it. No turning back now." I said to myself.

However, I was immediately caught off guard when a cold, hostile voice came from behind me. "Haha, oh how standards have fallen in this place."

I snapped my head around, and my body immediately tensed up when I came face-to-face with the Queen of Resting Bitch Face herself, Freya. Her signature harp stood a few metres behind her along with her giant red-eyed scaly companion, Epsilon. "Come again?" I asked, determined not to rise to her.

"Back in my day, you needed eight gym badges to be able to set foot in the league. Nowadays the Elite Four are only requesting seven! Must be awfully embarrassing for them to be unable to produce any Champions as strong as Flossi and Kossi." She mocked.

"Well, that's where you're wrong. I've got eight gym badges." I grinned, as I proudly pulled my psychic gym badge off of my backpack and flashed it in the horrified girl's face. Her eyes widened aggressively, as if it was one of the most horrendous sights she'd ever seen.

"Where did you get THAT from?! Stole it from Opaquia no doubt?!" She demanded, angrily pointing her finger in my face.

"Epsilon hungry..." The creature hissed, licking its lips at the sight of me.

"I didn't steal it. I earned it." I snapped back, smirking proudly. This was the first time I'd ever had the upper hand in a conversation with Harp Girl, and I could tell she was spitting feathers internally. Carefully fixing the badge back onto my strap, I simply stated calmly, "Now, if you don't mind, I've got a Champion Title to secure. Go and play yourself a nice little melody to calm down."

And with that I turned on my heel, only to have the disgruntled Harp Girl yell after me. "HEY! Get back here this instant! I'm not finished with you yet!"

"Well I'm finished with you, masked freak! Ciao!" I called, without turning around.

I strode into the beautiful building with pride, feeling powerful, confident, and reassured for the first time in a while. I had finally reached the destination I had been dreaming of for years. Granted, there had been a lot of bumps in the road along the way, coupled with the thing I hated most - uncertainty. Never in my wildest imagination could I have predicted some of the happenings.

I took a moment to take in my surroundings. The floors were made from quarts with the occasional sparkling silver gem indented into it, and the huge glass elevator stemmed all the way to the top. The lobby area was modern, but also had an expensive vibe to it, with revolving black-and-red leather seats. The gold trim on the beautiful white table suited it perfectly, and it instantly reminded me of Kossi's amazing white cloak.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist called, snapping me out of my nostalgia.

"I'm here to take on the Elite Challenge." I responded.

"Right... I'd like to see your seven gym badges please?" She held out her hand over the desk.

I began to unpin the badges from my backpack strap one by one. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven..." I carefully placed each of my gym badges in her hand, before saving the best moment until last.

"And... eight."

The receptionist gasped loudly. "Y-you have the psychic gym badge?!" She held it up close to her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing things. I simply nodded my head.

"B-but how?!"

"It's a long story..." I said, reaching over to collect my badges.

The receptionist then smiled before pointing to a large glass door located to the right of the fancy lobby area. "The first member of the Elite Four is waiting for you through there."

(A/N: We're on the homestretch now! The structure of the next four chapters going forward will be focused around the Elite Four members themselves. In each chapter you will get to battle them as well as hear their own personal stories. I did this because I thought it was best to add context to them and make them feel more "real" as characters!)

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