#i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick)

[sweet-hearts-and-destiny-knots]

Stumbled on your AU and it sounds SO COOL, the female protags often get sidelined and I really loved reading about them here! :D I was Immediately expecting Hikari to be full of ghosts or a time traveler with the comment about her way of speaking and bearing and it's so cool! ALSO man,,,I love protags being older than base game lets them be,,,,I love to see it

Question about your Hikari specifically; from what I can tell as Akari she is still in Hisui. Will she ever be able to make her way home? Or is it like a concurrent, conflicting timeline thing? I hope this doesn't sound mean dxfcgv I'm just really interested in how they work out in story!

Also if it IS a fall and then return, did she know the other protags prior? Does it change how she interacts with them? REALLY love that Leaf is as nonverbal as Red, that's something I really enjoy about Red that I like to see for her as well! Esp since Leaf Green was the first game I owned (borrowed my cousin's Blue for One [1] car ride but yeah) so I am especially attached to her as the protag. ;w; Green I am sure has no idea how to handle her sincere congratulations because that MAN he is....he sure is. XD

LOVE TO SEE SOME LOVE FOR FEARSOME POKEMON YOU GO KOTONEEEEE so so glad you still have Kris present as well, very attached to her dxfcvgbn

Me handshake Haruka I too want every single pokedoll in existence, what is her favorite pokedoll she has? Is there a story behind it? Has she ever learned how to make her own? Also LOVE to see a sea shantier, heck yeah. Does she have a favorite shanty? Or favorite vibe of shanty I guess dxcfvbghn LOVE that Touka suplexes Boldores, has she always had that strength or did she have to slowly run a gauntlet of suplexing Pokemon until she got there? Did she ever suplex a train- I saw you're a fan of ferriswheelshipping and I enjoy that your Touko and N both share the desire to protect innocents, is it maybe something they bond over?

I feel Mei's clumsiness on a deep level because I swear I run into things every DAY, at least she has someone to keep her from getting hurt too badly. XD I really like that she's both doing Pokemon things and looking for her prince; in a lot of media I feel like one is often sidelined for the other, and it's nice to see what looks like it'll be a healthy mix! Also I have to ask, do her Enamorus attempts end in success or catastrophe? Who has she most famously [or infamously] gotten together?

Love what you've done with Serena as well! Does she ever Rhyhorn race herself?

AND WE LOVE A GHOSTY PRANKSTER as someone who just Absorbs behaviors from those around me I really really enjoy the thought of someone doing that with ghost Pokemon. And love the callback to the hex maniac line heheheheheeee

RIP GLORIA YOU ARE NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THAT ONE OH NOOOOOOO but love the use of valiant bcus it's not used enough and it also like. Paints a picture. Like in a crisis, this Gloria would stare it down and do everything to avert it, and I really like that.

I've barely even touched Paldea szdxcfvg so I know nothing about it BUT love a straight A scholar, and I love Juliana's naming scheme too! Does she have any favorite courses? Any specific part of Pokemon research she may enjoy?

ANYWAY THIS GOT. REALLY LONG. I'M SORRY. But I also gotta ask my favorite question for any Pokeoc/Pokeau, which is what is everyone's favorite Pokemon type and why is it Bug type

FEEL FREE to not answer all my rambles sdfxcggvh I know it's a lot, but I really love what I saw on the protags page and I wanted to know more! :D

I agree that the protagonists are prone to being sidelined; it's been a steadily increasing occurrence ever since character customization was introduced to the series. That's actually one of several reasons why I began this blog!

These girls are so very important to me.

Now, to address your Hikari-related question: Hikari, or rather Akari, is determined to return to her time, reunite with her companions (both human and Pokémon), and continue striking terror into the hearts of challengers as Sinnoh's ruthless Champion. But she may tempt a boy into following her home, though...

And yes! Akari has in fact met the other protagonists prior to being sent to the Hisuian era! The narration of the story I'm currently writing even mentions a few of the other girls, showing that she does indeed know them, and well enough to apparently be familiar with some of their various quirks.

All of them meet one another sometime shortly after the events of Black 2 and White 2, at the World Tournament in Driftveil City. It's sort of similar to that scene in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, a collective realization of "You're like me...(!!)"

But about Hikari's/Akari's manner of speech. This is something I'm struggling with somewhat, since I'm afraid that what's written in her character profile may be misleading. I'm aiming to give her an elegant way of speaking, but this is more meant to allude to her not sounding unusual at all when she's swept away to Hisui - which ironically only makes her seem even more suspicious to those like Kamado.

My decision for Leaf to also be mostly nonverbal was partly because it sounded interesting to write, but also because I wanted to try a different approach with a silent character - normally they're depicted as shy or standoffish, but Leaf isn't either. She's as vibrant as can be, and loves to interact with people.

Kotone's team isn't set in stone yet, but aside from Eva, her Typhlosion, she has a Gyarados (Carmen), and I would love to give her a Tyranitar too! All three quite fearsome!

And Kris taking the role of Kotone's friendly rival - I dislike adapting characters out, I want to give a role to everyone, especially the first female protagonist in the series. Even though she's the friendly rival, Kris is intended to be just as tough of a challenge as Silver - she has the starter weak to Kotone's, which is a Chikorita, but she very quickly covers her partner's weakness.

Haruka doesn't exactly play favorites with her Poké Dolls; each is a valuable member of her plushie family! She freaks out if even one is unaccounted for. About her sea shanties, she does have a few she's fond of, like 'Paldean Ladies', and one that you may be familiar with that goes something like,

"O'er across the ocean's tide Rays of sunshine far and wide Wingull they sing of cheerful things, in circles passing by!"

Not a sea shanty, but she also enjoys singing 'Rainbow Connection'.

Touko's strength is tied to her passion to protect the innocent! It all began when she was young - she would beat up anyone that bullied Bianca or her "baby brother" Touya. Her having Pokémon now doesn't really stop her from pummeling people (or trying to), though-

She and N, while they're connected on wanting to protect innocents, throughout the events of Black and White, they constantly butt heads on the best method to do that. Touko also calls him "geek boy" after hearing him speak math one time.

Mei's most notable attempt at playing Enamorus... well, I'm certain if you think about it long enough, you'll figure it out!

Serena enjoys Rhyhorn riding more as a recreational activity rather than something to seriously pursue. It's more like Rhyhorn strolling when she's on the back of one.

Mizuki is meant to be this girl in FireRed and LeafGreen!

Another reason she admires Leaf is because she didn't even so much as flinch when she and her Ghost-type pal pranked her. Her eyes just widened in surprise, no scream as expected!

As for Gloria's past crush, Hop is a good boy and lets sleeping Yamper lie. But her big brother Victor... "But Leon, you CAN'T go! I LOOOOVE you!" And he carries on until she has to slap him-

Juliana doesn't have a favorite class because she loves everything about her academic experience. But Director Clavell is her favorite member of the staff.

Everyone's preferred type? Well, I wouldn't say anybody has one since their teams are relatively balanced. Haruka and Kotone show appreciation for Bug-types, though!

This response has gotten rather lengthy as well, but thank you for showing such interest in Sisterhood!

#Leaf #Kotone #Haruka #Hikari #Touko #Mei #Serena #Mizuki #Gloria #Akari #Juliana #Kris #Pokémon: Sisterhood

[princesstillyenna]

Before puck drop on the conference finals… group chat wellness check? Especially the Oilers and Maple Leafs. I don’t think there are any Bruins in the gc but watching them hug Bergeron as they left the ice was rough

YOU COME HERE? INTO MY HOUSE BLOG and ask me about the FEELINGS OF THE BRUINS????

No fr fr tho I did see that handshake line and it was very sad.

BUT a wellness check... and a couple of lil spoilers for upcoming gc

Gabe's in surgery - he's recovering, poor Baberiel.

EJ's down in Cali with Paul, holed up and trying not to think about the future.

JT is feeling like the WORLDS WORST CAPTAIN because obviously if he were a BETTER CAPTAIN the leafs would have made it further (he's wrong. It wasn't on him)

Freddie is stressed. Because he NEEDS to prove that he can make it in the postseason but he's not getting as many starts as he WANTS, but also he's won way more games than he's lost. So overall. He's ok

Auston is in carolina, hiding in Fred's apartment. Being his biggest cheerleader and being secretly grateful that they never had to play 5OT

Jacky is mourning the loss of his tooth. Also playoffs are HARD why did nobody tell him that playoff hockey was hard? I mean, obviously he figured it out pretty quickly, but yeah, that's so fucking different to regular season hockey... why did nobody mention it? (spoiler alert, they did)

JSoup is very happy about Jacky's lil tooth gap which he thinks is the cutest thing ever. He lowkey doesn't care about not making it any further because honestly, he wasn't getting the starts and he wasn't expecting the starts and he never knows where he's gonna be, maybe it'll be a cup contender, maybe it won't, he's just along for the ride.

Leon and Connor are fighting, because one of them thinks that they should head down to Florida to support Matthew even though they've only just been kicked out of the playoffs themselves, and the other one thinks they should give themselves a couple of weeks together to lick their metaphorical wounds and just be with each other. It is not the way round we expect.

Jeff is cheering on Carolina like he's never cheered any team on before and if you ask him he'll say it's just because they're his old teammates but truly it's because he just wants the panthers to lose...

Sid and Nate had a brief moment of "should we just go to worlds?" and then decided they were far too old and are on holiday in the sunshine working on their golf

Dylan and Alex are in Toronto chilling with the fam and generally enjoying the off season

Tyler is playing his lil socks off

Matthew is....... Matthew is pretty convinced he's walking around in a dream because none of this actually feels REAL right now. Oh, and also he learnt to advocate for himself a little bit, with some help from his boyfriend

Ritter - is in florida, enjoying "the sun" ;)

Willy and Latts are holed up in their cabin

Jeff and Richie are holed up in THEIR cabin

Danny and Claude would LOVE to be holed up in the cabin, except, well... there are children to look after and they're working hard to give Ryanne a break

Cale is... struggling. Because OK he could feel the team was different from last year but, but, they were the fucking reigning champs, and they lost? In the first round? And he needs to TALK about it, but... he doesn't feel he can talk to Carter because, well, it's a bit shitty to COMPLAIN about losing IN THE PLAYOFFS to someone who's not MADE the playoffs for the past few years

Bobby Lu is having the time of his life

Kaner is sulking. This year did NOT go to plan. Also he's now a UFA... what's with that, he could play ANYWHERE? That's not how hockey's supposed to work... he's a hockey GOD... he's supposed to STILL BE IN THE PLAYOFFS and also he'd very much like to stay in NY please, but he doesn't think that's likely to happen and he really REALLY wants to blame Vladi Tarasenko, if only the fucker wasn't so nice....

Jonny is... dealing with Sulky Peeks. And Baby Pat. And he's still sick, because chronic illness doesn't just Go Away and he's having to make tough decisions and if Peeks could stop trying to make himself the centre of the universe for just one minute... you'd think he'd be used to that by now

Key is having Big Confusing Feelings... nothing new there then. He's in his research era. We stan a man with footnotes.

#I just found this in my drafts #group chat shit #gcu

[sugurizz]

The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing,  took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ?  Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss  you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder. 

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms. 

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

Note : I would really appreciate the feedback on my work so feel free to comment down.

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[okaybutlikeimagine]

Okay but does hopper ever bear hug STEVE!?!???!

I’m SO glad you asked bc YES HE DOES!!!! ♥

Hop bear hugs his family, he bear hugs all the kids, AND he bear hugs Steve too!

Hop actually bear hugs ALL of the teens, but it’s a Lot less often than the rest.

He’s bear hugged Nancy like, 3 times. The first time he was so worried he was stepping out of line, but the poor girl was shaking like a leaf about having to fight those damn monsters, about having to lose her friend over it, about having to wake up afraid of this town she’s lived in her whole life. They were all at the hospital, waiting for Will, and when Hop saw her and Steve leave the room and not come back for a while he had to go find her. Call him paranoid, but more missing kids was something he wanted very much to avoid. Hop found them  sitting out in the hall by the bathrooms, Nancy shaking and crying into her hands, Steve’s timid arm around her. The boy looked frightened to hell and back as well, and Hop’s heart broke at the sight. He was so worried about Will, so worried about the little kids, so worried about Jonathan and Joyce, that he didn’t see the hurt it left on the older kids too. Because they were just kids too. So he knelt down next to her and put a large, warm hand on her shoulder and gave her a small, gentle smile when she looked up. She was on her feet in a second. Steve stayed seated.

“Sorry, I-”

Hop couldn’t believe his ears. This girl was trying to apologize to him?? He just shook his head, wrapping her up in a great big warm hug and letting her stay there for as long as she wanted. Squished a little bc he needed a hug too. When she pulled away she thanked him quietly and walked back to the room w/ Steve. The other two times were after the fights as well. When she’s shaken and frightened and her eyes look like they’re in a nightmare they can’t pull away from. Every time is that same type of hug. Her hanging her head low, scared and sad and afraid and sorry, always saying sorry for something Hop doesn’t understand. Every time Hop pulls her in and squishes a little and lets her know she’s safe. Bc I’m gonna say it, her dad sucks. Mr. Wheeler is the worst and i feel like he stopped hugging her when she was like… 8. He just stopped hugging her. She hasn’t been hugged by a father-like figure in YEARS, nearly a decade, and now here Chief Hopper is, giving her bear hugs when she needs them most. Helping her through the horrors of the past 3 years and it’s really nice. ♥

Hop also hugs Robin! He’s only done it once or twice, but you have to understand. She’s like…… a babysitter for Steve and Billy. The boys don’t go out drinking and smoking and driving when Robin is around bc Robin doesn’t like to drink and smoking makes her anxious and she can’t drive, so they have to drive her home or they take their bikes (Billy has a skateboard and he hangs onto Steve’s handlebar) w/ her bc “the air feels nice!”

“The air feels cold.”

“Shut up, California.”

And so one time Hop is worried sick at home, thinking about how his boy is out there probably doing something dangerous and illegal, when there’s a knock on the door.

Hop opens it to find Robin, Steve, and a pouting Billy.

“I found your son and this dingus about to get drunk. So I made them watch a movie with me instead.”

Hop’s confused. “How did you-?”

“They decided to do it behind my house.”

“I knew the neighborhood was familiar.” Steve says, crossing his arms and eyebrows lowered in deep thought.

“So your dumb son is safe.” Robin says, pushing Billy forward. His hands are in his pockets and he’s pouting a little, but Hop knows Billy enough by now to know he’s not put out by this.

And so Hop pulls Robin into a hug. She squeaks a bit and then laughs. It seems like an involuntary reaction and she does the same thing Max does, she pats Hop’s back like she’s consoling him and she kind of is? Hop thanks her.

“No problem, Chief. Steve may babysit your kids but I babysit these two dinguses.”

So yes, I just had to write Hop bear hugging the girls bc they deserve hugs too. So now let’s get to Hop bear hugging Steve!!!!

bc Steve. Doesn’t. Get. Hugs. Not from his dad.

It’s often a handshake or a pat on the shoulder. His mother will hug him with one light, delicate hand, patting his back lightly with just her palm.

So like? Hop’s bear hugs are something Steve absolutely loves. He gets one after that first fight too. When all of the kids + Nancy go into Will’s room to see him and before Hop gets picked up by the government. Steve is in the hallway, staring at the ground like a monster is going to come up. He’s picking at the sleeves of his shirt like he’s trying to unravel it. He sees Hop walk up to him and straightens his back out, tilts his head up, gives a “Hey Chief” that is entirely unconvincing and Hop wraps him up into a hug.

Steve gasps and scrunches his eyes and grabs the back of Hop’s shirt like Steve’s a little kid hugging his dad and begging him not to leave. Hop gives him a few hard pats on the back.

And i just! Guys!!! Hop doesn’t bear hug Steve a lot bc he’s just not around Steve a lot. Not before Billy shows up. Steve isn’t driving El anywhere bc El isn’t going anywhere bc she’s on house arrest at that point and he hasn’t even met her yet.

But once Billy and Steve start dating (and Hop gets over how nervous it makes him that his new son is dating) well… Hop gives Steve a lot of bear hugs.

He does it to break them up from making out on the front porch and it makes Hop smile like crazy every time. Instead of yelling in Steve’s face, he opens the door and smiles at Steve like he’s fucking crazy and then wraps Steve up in a great big bear hug. Steve always whines when it happens, like a balloon letting out air, and Hop squeezes so much Steve and Billy are both afraid Steve is going to break in half. It’s 110% a dominance thing. Hop wants to embarrass Steve and get him away from pawing all over Billy.

So he hugs him tight and lets the boy whine and thanks him profusely before setting him down and turning him towards his car. He gives the boy a little pat that feels kind of like a shove when Steve turns over his shoulder to look at his boyfriend with wide, apologetic eyes.

Billy’s standing on the porch, hands on his hips and foot tapping.

“What the fuck?”

“Whatta good kid.” Hop says snarkily, turning to go back into the house after Steve drives off.

And he does this every. time. To the point where the boys sit in the car to say their goodbyes until Hop gets wise to it and knocks on the top of the car, waving with a wicked smile on his face. So the boys get smarter about it and say their goodbyes a block away from the cabin.

But yes! Steve is like… near constantly getting bear hugs from Hop. When he brings Billy home safely, when he brings El home safely, when he comes over for dinner and before he leaves. He wraps Steve up tight and hugs him tighter and gives him hard pats on his back and Steve whines like a balloon. Every time.

And let me tell you that Steve really appreciates it. It kinda sucks when he’s torn away from his boyfriend just to be given a near painful hug, but he just… Steve doesn’t get hugged often. His dad isn’t great. He doesn’t get a lot of parental affection. So when Hop hugs him tight like that and mumbles a thanks and pats his back hard… it fills Steve’s heart up.

The first time Hop calls Steve “son” is during a hug and boy don’t you know that Steve loses it.

#chief jim hopper #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #ask #anonymous #hugs #fluff #billy gets adopted #hopper is a dad #and a dad who likes giving bear hugs #fuckin tell me otherwise #i'm working on other asks i proooooomise!!!! #i just can write these so quickly and i was just waking up and i really need to eat right now so i wrote it out quickly #♥ #there should be a lot more asks coming today! #^U^ #hopefully #i also have other stuff to do fuck dude i'm getting anxious yayfwjaifj;awioafj #anyway #thanks so much for the ask hun

[brownstonearmy]

2020-09-05: Juiced! (Part 4)

August 6 (Thursday late afternoon)

Today's adventure picks up in the late afternoon after a perfectly average workday. Earlier in the day, Spleenifer received a surprise "gift" from the aspiring necromancer from the previous adventure: a gently-used display model of the spinning princess casket that she had been eyeing the other day. It even has the label attached! "The rave from the grave that puts the FUN in funeral!" it reads. Perhaps this is an indicator that the wannabe-necromancer is trying to turn over a new leaf and make better life (unlife?) decisions?

After clocking out for the evening, the party convenes at Jangles' house to discuss what they should do about Zaribeth Quickfingers. Jangles mentions that Zaribeth is a successful businessperson that is probably using her various business operations to hide something shady. Lucky needs clarification on several points in the discussion because it gets difficult to differentiate between regular idioms and innuendos in this group. If Zaribeth is running a shady operation of any real significance, there's likely to be some sort of bookkeeping or paper trail somewhere that can be used as evidence. If the party can find that, they stand a real chance of thwarting Zaribeth's plans.

But before the conversation can conclude, Jangles shushes the party. Someone's tripped the magical alarms on the perimeter of Jangles's house! Q (who goes as Razzle today), tells Jangles to go hide just as the lock to the front door clicks open and several muffled whispers reach the back room where the party is hiding out.

Razzle starts a diversion with a stellar performance mourning the loss of their lover, Jangles. Tears flow, along with plenty of wailing and gnashing of teeth. The intruders weren't expecting anyone to be here, but they try to play it cool and announce that they are police who are collecting evidence as part of a continuing investigation against Jangles.

Lucky grabs a jar of fart powder from Jangles's work desk and turns herself invisible. She creeps out into the front room and sees three people in street clothes poking around. These folks sure don't look like members of the constabulary, so Lucky tosses a cloud of the fart powder into the air so it covers the trespassers. Spleenifer grabs some more fart powder for good measure, because you can never have too much flatulence in this game.

Two of the three get enough of the powder in their mouths to cause a coughing fit that quickly turns into a belching fit before progressing into a continuous burp. They grasp their throats to help air get in, but it's only flowing in one direction right now. Don't get this stuff in your lungs, folks, because there's only one way for the gas to escape, ya dig? The one who avoided the worst of the powder drags his companions out of the house and tries to escape from whence they came.

Razzle, Lucky, and Spleenifer follow the three amigos back to a shady-looking warehouse. Lucky is still invisible, and Razzle is sneaking through the shadows like a ninja. But poor tall Spleenifer, clad in noisy chainmail takes the most direct path to gain access to warehouse: asking politely to be let in (though only doing so at the suggestion of an invisible Lucky). The guard informs her that Yance is the only other person allowed in the warehouse aside from the lumpers and dockhands.

Yance is the only way to get in? LUCKY ACCEPTS THIS CHALLENGE. She casts Seeming and now Razzle is Yance and Lucky is Razzle. It's like Inception, but with layers of people instead of dreams. Anyway, Razzle-Yance walks up to the guard and asks to be let in along with his companions, Lucky-Razzle and Tall Lady. Yes, Spleenifer is introduced as Tall Lady, because you have to use a fake name when infiltrating a shady warehouse. That's just how it is, folks; I don't make the rules!

Several people of questionable moral integrity are standing around, and I know you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but you'd understand if you looked at these covers. One person is sitting on a stack of crates with a box full of rings that he seems to be counting, while the others merely eye the new arrivals with disinterest.

Razzle-Yance makes an executive decision to enter one of the rooms just off the main warehouse floor, silently hoping that it doesn't contain Original-Yance. Good news, there's just more crates and a desk in here! Lucky-Razzle asks Tall Lady to stand watch for a moment "for reasons" while she shuts the door. Lucky-Razzle's actual reasons are to loot the room, but she starts making loud suggestive sounds as a decoy. Razzle-Yance joins in the charade as they both inspect crates for anything of value.

During a particularly strenuous round of bedroom vocalizations, Razzle-Yance hears a thump inside one of the desk drawers, despite not touching the desk. Inside the drawer is a pile various papers and a false bottom that reveals a leatherbound journal with only 10 pages. Lucky-Razzle finds a pile of assorted spices that naturally get relocated to her satchel. And in case it becomes relevant to the plot, here's what she snagged:

Powdered pecans

White Pepper

Anise

Nutmeg

Cinnamon

Cloves

Cardamon

Nutmeg

When Razzle-Yance opens the journal, "Hey where are we on the deal?" is the only thing written on the first page. But before they can close the journal, more writing scrawls on the page. ""Did you find it yet? We need leverage soon."

Back in the central part of the warehouse, Tall Lady is still standing guard. One of the warehouse guards saunters over and tries to talk her up. Tall Lady responds by discussing at length the pain in her hip when waking up. But that just leaves room for the sleazy warehouse to try a pickup line. He's a hip specialist, you know! And he'd be glad to take a look at it in the other back room if she's interested.

Surprisingly, Tall Lady agrees, but not for the reasons you might think. The clueless john thinks he's gonna get a tall order of Tall Lady hanky panky, but Spleenifer would like for him to drink a tall glass of Respecting Women Juice. Of course, things do not go according to plan for either of them.

Inside the other back room, Holden Harcourt and Yance Elbereth are huddled around a table discussing business matters. Yance hasn't been able to find Brynnan's ring, and Yance lost most of his leverage with Brynnan by trading the horn to him. Holden and Yance both turn to the interlopers. Holden remembers Tall Lady from his previous arrangement to return Trashpit to the sewers in exchange for finishing the work of relocating the treasure. Perhaps Tall Lady could be a potential ally, and naturally he explains this in monologue form. Important talking points follow:

Holden wants to be the wealthiest person in town

Lawrence Stout cheated him out of a business deal, and Holden wants him bankrupted

Maybe Tall Lady and friends might be interested in a strategic partnership

Tall Lady extends her hand to make the deal. Holden does the same and a handshake happens. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! Tall Lady stomps on Holden's foot and dumps her share of the fart powder directly into his mouth. Holden starts gasping, then belching followed by the signature Continuous Burp. We don't negotiate with terrorists in this group!

A crack of lightning blasts through the northern wall of the warehouse and everyone's favorite douchelord walks into the fray. He has no quarrel with the party today, but Brynnan knows that Yance and Holden have been conspiring against him to find the ring. They won't find it, because it's in a secure location, but Brynnan's been doing some scrying of his own and knows where Holden keeps a certain important journal. Mind you, Holden can't stop burping and Brynnan casts Dispel Magic on him. Not be polite or anything, just to get Holden to shut up long enough for Brynnan to do his own Bad Guy Monologue.

Razzle-Yance is sneaking out the back door before things get too heated, but an invisible Lucky-Razzle is still in the room where the journal was recovered. Brynnan struts over to the drawer and rips out the false bottom... and the journal is still there? Lucky-Razzle used her minor illusion abilities to conjure up an illusory duplicate of the journal. Except she doesn't know what's actually in the real journal so she filled its pages with diary entries about Hilaria.

Holden interrupts Brynnan's monologue and tells him that the journal he has isn't what he thinks it is. It's just the way Holden and his boss communicate. Brynnan throws a tantrum and blasts a hole in the ceiling with another lightning bolt. Then he casts Chain Lightning on the occupants of the warehouse.

Lucky-Razzle unleashes a wild magic counterspell to stop the destructive lightning and succeeds. The lightning bolts are replaced with puppies that are running around and doing other regular puppy things. Brynnan grabs Holden by the collar and flies through the hole in the ceiling. He's gonna make sure Lawrence Stout bankrupts Holden, and that Holden is alive to see it. And then he drops Holden, who crashes into crates below.

But Lucky-Razzle has yet another trick up her sleeve! She breaks out the Mizzium Apparatus and uses it to cast Vicious Mockery on Brynnan. Brynnan’s delicate psyche takes the full brunt of the mockery and the insults rattle around enough to make it difficult for Brynnan to keep track of everything in the heat of the battle.

Original-Yance flips up the hood of his cloak and tries to sneak out before Brynnan notices him. Bird wings sprout from Original-Yance's cloak and he flies up and away. Or at least he would have done so, had Brynnan not cast Wall of Force in the air right above Original-Yance and the resulting collision knocked him out and sent straight to a hot date with the cold ground.

Lucky-Razzle runs over to Original-Yance and shouts "Lucky!" as though Original-Yance was actually an illusion worn by Lucky. I'm not gonna call him Lucky-Original-Yance, but only because there's already a lot of hyphens in the names from this adventures. This is some quality misdirection work on Lucky-Razzle's part, and Brynnan falls for the ruse.

Razzle-Yance is fleeing through the eastern alley, and Brynnan's aerial perspective allows to see the person he thinks is the real Yance trying to escape. He blasts Razzle-Yance with a Cone of Cold, but they're still standing. Brynnan announces that he's going to mercifully let Yance live because he still has the potential to acquire more artifacts for Brynnan.

Tall Lady whips her casket out like a beyblade and rushes into action to save her companions. Lucky-Razzle and Original-Yance hop in, though Original-Yance requires some assistance because he is clearly suffering from the effects of a concussion. The casket drifts and weaves through narrow streets and alleyways as Brynnan gives chase.

Razzle-Yance steps through a Dimension Door to end up in front of the mayor's house and divert Brynnan's attention. The casket crew are dodging boxes and uneven cobblestones to try to get Original-Yance some medical attention from Mom at the fighter's guild, but Brynnan is gaining on them. In a last-ditch effort to force Brynnan to retreat, Lucky-Razzle polymorphs a passing bird into a giant Roc. Continuing the chase proves to be too much effort for Brynnan, and he nopes out of there with prayer hands and a teleport.

Mom fixes Original-Yance back up, though he's still gonna have a headache in the morning. Original-Yance is offered Kalani's old cot at SHART HQ to sleep off his injuries. After all, he could be a valuable source of information.

While all this is happening, Razzle-Yance is running back to their apartment for safety. Remember to secure your own oxygen mask before attempting to assist others, as the traditional medieval saying goes. Once Razzle-Yance makes it to safety, the journal thumps in their pocket. They take out the journal and see that there is more writing on the page: "Heard sounds of a lightning fight, everything okay? I think we should relocate the books to Salem's in the meantime. In the usual box."

And on that little note, the adventure concludes for the evening. Stay tuned next time for more!

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[chronicowboy]

Are We the Strongest? -

To Better Circumstances

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Their first encounter was less than ideal. There were no introductions, no handshakes, no greetings. It was life or death. Hero or villain. Relief or grief. And despite Carol's decades of singlehandedly saving galaxies and entire civilisations this short rescue mission felt like her most important one to date. A pressure like no other settled on her shoulders and she would come to wonder if that was what Tony Stark felt like on a daily basis. Ignoring the sense of make or break the fate of the entire universe that she was experiencing, Carol acted without hesitation. She strutted out of the compound and shot off into the void of space with one thing on her mind: find Tony Stark. This time, however, it felt different when she broke through earth's atmosphere. It felt as unknowingly important as the man himself was. Carol couldn't decide whether it was that knowledge or the lost group of heroes below that meant she could find the ship in under an hour.

When she encountered the gently drifting leaf on the ripples of a blue supernova, Carol swore she felt the weight fall from her sore muscles for a grand total of a second. Her heart froze with terrified agony as her eyes landed on the man with closed eyes, sunken cheeks and a chest that didn't seem to move. She willed herself to glow brighter, pushed the energy to every extremity of herself until even she had to squint if she wanted to catch the billionaire open his eyes with as much effort as it took her to lift the ship and steer it towards his home planet.

As he stumbled down the ramp a suffocating joyful relief thickened the air so much so that Carol found it hard to breathe until he embraced his fiancee, Pepper he had whispered into her neck.

Tony's arrival was chaotic to say the least. He refused to rest once his friend had connected him to a drip and pushed him into a wheelchair. Everybody fussed over him until he snapped at them and directed their attention to the other being that was starving and dying on that ship with him. He caught everyone up, they caught him up. And, although he refused to break, Carol saw the toll the battle had taken on him. Even when no one else did. It was insane, she thought, how everyone but his real friends could see his struggle. It was only when the man did a 360 on the captain who was anything but a captain that his broken insides were painfully visible for all to see. And, even though Carol had no idea what happened between them, she found herself smirking as the mortal man confronted the super soldier with no weaponry whatsoever but his words and cracks as if they were the deadliest bombs the man had encountered. The corner of her mouth sunk when he collapsed. She barely knew him and yet she reacted immediately, going to catch him before she realised it probably wasn't her place. Even so, Carol got the feeling that Steve would have done nothing if hed hadn't have been so close and it was tragic.

She didn't want to intrude. This wasn't her place to be. Her place was a comfortable bungalow in Louisiana, but it didn't feel like home anymore. However, there was a tug that told her she had to see Tony. Like it was calling her home. And it was strange. Incredibly strange. But real. So real. After he had woken up, he tired his soon-to-be wife and best friend out whilst proving to them that he was still him old self. Thinner and older and impossibly more traumatised. But still him. The pair had fallen asleep in their bedside seats, leaving Tony alone. But there was some nagging feeling that he didn't want to be, so Carol decided to go and check on him. One simple choice that would change a life or two.

She peeked around the door, waving a hand that no longer glowed.

"Hey, Carol, is it?" He tilted his head, fighting the smile that tried to make an appearance at the new captain. She nodded, closing the door softly behind her. "Thanks for saving me and all. Big fan of that whole photon glow thing you have going on-"

"You don't have to do that." Her tone was firm yet sincere at his obvious deflection. Sympathy washed over her as she wondered how many of his so-called friends overlooked it as plain and simple apathy. Even if he didn't want her, she'd make him feel understood. "Look, I'm not gonna ask how you are because I know you'll just say you're fine in the form of some snarky comment-"

"So you're me, if I was blonde, female and an alien?" Her voice was far too genuine for the fragile billionaire.

"I'm of the human disposition, unfortunately. Survived a blast from the tesseract, absorbed its energy and here we are." The corner of his mouth ticked up and Carol fought off her own smile. "I don't know what went on with you guys," she gestured to Steve who was examining a hologram outside with Natasha, "but I want you to know that I don't give a shit. That rant was the most satisfying and entertaining thing I've seen since 90's tv. And I know he deserved it." She dropped into the chair next to Rhodey as he chuckled. "I've seen the tapes. Of you fighting," and Tony was struck with the horrifying sense of deja vu. He wasn't ready for a new prospect in the friendship area to drag up his deepest insecurity and lay it all on the line. The line that he wouldn't lay down on and let someone else crawl over him, according to Rogers. "You're a good man. You fight for what's right, anyway you can, but you still take more precautions than the rest of them to preserve civilian lives." There was a beat of awkward silence as Tony mulled over her words and Carol let him before she clapped her hands. She winced, checking to see if Pepper or Rhodey had woken up. "Okay, well, that's the most emotion I've done for years." Tony laughed, it was loud — as loud as could be so his family wouldn't wake up — and glorious and it made Carol feel inexplicably proud.

"So besides turning into a glow worm because of the tesseract, what's your story?" He asked, shifting to get comfortable. She jumped up and held his arm as she rearranged his pillows. His gaze was intense as he examined her and she felt it burning through her so she cleared her throat.

"You know, not many people get to see that side of me." She admitted, running a hand over the back of her neck.

"I'm honoured?" He smirked.

"I was a pilot in the 90's. Couldn't fly for the army because I was a woman, so I tested planes. One day, I crash. Straight into some kind of alien mission. The Krees wanted the tesseract so I blew it up. Woke up and they turned me into their pawn. I didn't know what I was." Carol shifted, kicking her feet up onto the end of his bed. "My first proper mission goes wrong and I crash on earth. Fury meets me, you know Fury?"

"We've met." Tony cocked his head to the side. Did Fury really get himself everywhere?

"He told me a lot about you. Bitched about everyone in his confidential boy band." So she is a blonde, female version of him. "Anyway, he gives me a nice, warm greeting before I convince him of the Skrulls' existence. A shapeshifting alien race. Then, I find out I had a family. A best friend and her little girl. Maria and Monica." She looked at him and saw the realisation dawn on him. But it wasn't pity, it was understanding. She nodded and he interrupted for the first time.

"The kid," and Carol remembered his first words, "Spiderman. Queens' local vigilante. Teenager. Batshit crazy teenager, Peter. I tried to keep him safe. I did. I did everything, but it didn't work. I was ready to die for him, but that choice was taken from me by that stupid wizard." He stopped himself and looked to her, tears glistening. She could see the pleading in his eyes and she knew she should continue.

"They helped me find my old self. The Skrulls, they were just trying to find a home. So I knew I had to help them. I got to break free from the Krees' control. And I did. Destroyed some missiles from a dick called Ronan. Then, just helped the universe. And listened to Fury complain about his superhero children." Tony laughed, wiping his tears away. "You know, the Avengers are named after me." She bragged.

"Is that right?" He removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

"Captain Carol 'Avenger' Danvers." She clarified. "Except, I'm a real captain. Unlike America over there." She jabbed a thumb at the stern-looking man. "Before I got promoted to colonel." Tony chuckled again.

"Oh my god. Please pull rank. Please. I beg you." Carol joined in, shaking her head.

"Couldn't do that to his ego. Its bigger than your's." She joked, rolling her eyes. "I'll do it if he pulls any shit with you."

"Carol Danvers, are you my guardian angel?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. "But if I was, I would have protected you from them."

"So Maria," he began, "just your best friend, right?" Tony swore looks could kill as his breathing slowed down and his heart sped up. It couldn't be a good combination.

"You're a bit like me, right? Kidnapped, turned into something bigger than you should be. Lied to. Betrayed. All of the hero origins combined into one very fragile human. Apart from, your brain gave birth to Ironman and my stupid nobility gave birth to Captain Marvel." If an AI had eyes, Tony was sure that it would roll its eyes at the amount of eye rolling that had taken place in the small hospital room.

"Yeah, I'm a genius."

"Hey, me too." She cheered, hushing her voice as James' head lolled to his shoulder.

"Well, maybe, but-"

"You're smarter, I'm stronger." Her voice dripped with humour, but Tony thought it was a good compromise.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there, firefly." He held his hands up in defeat. "You're the strongest of us all." Carol didn't normally like compliments, but it felt special from him. "Because you're me if I had the physical strength."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter until Carol's wrist lit up with a red alert.

"Duty calls, but it was nice meeting ya, Tony." She announced, standing. "Tell me if the big boy gives you any trouble." Her childish voice and condescending tone made the man smile. She was one foot out of the door when,

"Hey, Carol? If you ever need a place to crash, I'll send you the coordinates of the place I wanna build my house." He winked at her as she left. Perhaps he'd just made a new friend.

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[paladin-andric]

Jotober, Day 30: Catch

A follow-up to Bait! A young koutu makes a bad decision and finds himself in a new, frightening place...

A group of guards escorted the young prisoner to his new home, for the time being.

All the guards, as well as the prisoner were koutu. Two guards escorted the others with spears in hand, while another two hauled the prisoner, hands around his arms.

The prisoner, a young koutu resembling a dove, was wearing a simple white shirt, old and raggedy looking and hanging fairly loose on him. It was ‘decorated’ with a red symbol, crudely painted on the chest. Two triangles starting at the top and bottom, intersecting halfway in the middle. It was the standard symbol for lawbreakers and prisoners.

The shirt would ensure he was caught if he somehow managed to escape. In addition, sheets of cloth were placed over his wings, then bound tightly with rope, causing the wings to get trapped around his arms, ensuring he would be unable to fly. This greatly reduced his chances of escaping in the first place.

He wore, nor carried, anything else.

As the guards came to a stop at last, the prisoner found himself before a jail cell like the others.

“This is your cell. You’ve got a roommate, so you’d better not start any trouble.”

One of the guards escorting him had spoken these words loudly, and it was at this point the prisoner lost all composure. He thought that maybe if he was alone, he could at least quietly wait until he was let go. But the thought of living with one of these violent criminals…

One of the guards carrying him raised a brow and turned the escorts. “He’s...shaking. Like a leaf.”

“Oooh, that’s a bad sign,” one of the guards answered back, “They’ll eat you alive in here if you can’t keep it together, you know.”

That likely had the opposite of the intended effect, the prisoner now starting to breathe heavily as his heart began to pound. Who was in there, and what would they do to him?!

The guard that appeared to be the leader of the rest shook his head. “Shining Lord...good luck.” He produced a key and unlocked the cell, pulling it open. “Hey! You’ve got a new roommate. Play nice, you hear?! I don’t wanna have to come breaking things up!”

“Very well.” the voice that answered back was low and gruff, causing further panic in the young koutu who was quickly shoved inside.

“W-wait,” the prisoner squeaked out as the door was closed and locked behind him, “Don’t go…”

The guard, much larger than he, glared down through the door slot. “Sorry kid, we’ve got work to do. Just keep your head down.”

As the guards left, his worry began to manifest itself through nervous foot-tapping, talons scratching noisily against the stone ground.

“Well well well,” a voice called out to him, “Take a look at this catch.”

That voice...it was the gruff one he’d heard earlier. After some hesitation, he turned to see who he would be living with. To his utter dismay, the small and frail koutu saw a much taller, wider, stronger koutu staring back at him. He had completely pitch black plumage, in stark opposition to the smaller koutu’s pure white head and body. In addition, he had a nasty scar across his eye, and bore a mischievous smile.

The raven hopped off the bed he’d been sitting on, rising to his full height. He utterly dwarfed the other prisoner, though he wore the same painted shirt and bundled wing-arms.

He seemed to notice the other man’s fear, and began to grin, approaching the new prisoner. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?”

The dove began to backpedal, head shaking. “N-no…”

The raven came to stop right in front of him. “You’re not very convincing.”

The dove tried to think of something to say, but what could he do? He was a complete mess at the moment. Trying to assert himself would only cause him to sputter and get laughed at, and crying for the guards would lock his weakness in place. He opted to remain silent, eyes averted from the bigger prisoner.

“My, my...you’re shaking like a newborn,” the raven announced, “Not a good idea, friend. You’re showing me I could walk alllllll over you…”

“I-I just...I never…”

The raven leaned in. “Hmm? Just WHY are you so afraid of me…? Is it because I’m...mean looking?”

The dove nodded, shame and fear apparent on his face. That made the raven put on a dour frown. “Hmph. You little runt. You think you’re better than me, is that it?!”

Terrified, the dove shook his head wildly. “N-no!”

“Think you’re something special?!”

“No, no!”

“Well I’ve got news for you, boy,” he emphasized, “I don’t appreciate some runt waltzing into MY cell and passing judgement on ME!”

With his fear overwhelming him, the dove stumbled backwards, tripping and collapsing to the ground. When he looked up and saw the huge, scarred raven looming over him, the last of his resolve broke.

“P-please don’t kill me!” he cried, “Please! Please! PLEASE!”

As tears ran down his face and he started sobbing uncontrollably, he managed to see the raven through the tears.

He looked utterly dumbstruck, unable to process what was happening.

“Wha…?” was the only response he got. Time passed as he continued to cry, unable to stop himself at this point. After some more time, he felt a talon on his shoulder, causing him to reflexively jerk away and start crawling backwards, away from the threat.

He could see the raven kneeling down where he had been, who quickly raised a hand up. “Wait, wait a moment, now!”

He froze, lying beside the door and looking over at the other prisoner fearfully. He couldn’t muster a response.

“Relax.” the voice was softer, less gruff now, “Just calm down.”

The dove could only cringe and wince, muttering out a “Please,” in response.

“Relax. Come here.”

The prisoner looked back to see the raven extending his hand out towards him, offering him help up. At this point the other man knew he was a lily-liver, and all he could do was accept and hope to be taken pity on.

He took the hand, the pair locking talons as the larger man heaved him back onto his feet without the slightest effort.

“Come, sit down.”

The dove trudged over to one of the beds, shakily taking a seat at the raven’s instructions. He anxiously wrung his hands as the raven sat down and patted him on the shoulder.

“Take a deep breath. I’m not gonna hurt you. Relax.”

The dove took several slow, deep breaths...and actually began to feel a little better. He was still frightened to hell, but he wasn’t a sobbing mess lying on the floor anymore.

The raven gave him a funny look. “How in the nine hells did someone like you end up in here?”

The dove tapped his talons together. “I...I, um...I…”

The raven gave him an unamused look. “Really, now. I’m a damn outlaw, you fool. Short of rape and murder I’m not gonna pass judgement.”

That was...sort of reassuring. He hadn’t done either of those things, at least.

“W-well...I, um...stole from Count Cadrian.”

“Aaaah,” the raven answered knowingly, “I see now. That explains why you seem, uh...innocent, I guess. No dirty hands, eh?”

“I-I just...it was a stupid idea!” the dove cried, “I-I made a mistake!”

The raven’s visage was a lot kinder than it had been earlier. “I hear ya, kid. We all have.” The larger koutu paused. “...say, what’s your name?”

“A-Adrian,” the dove admitted after a moment’s hesitation.

“Right...let’s start over. Hey Adrian, I’m Edgar.”

The raven held a hand out, which Adrian quickly accepted. “H-hi, Edgar.” The larger koutu’s vice grip handshake made him wince a little.

“Well, I think we need to talk about some things before you get let out for dinner,” Edgar said sternly.

“Like what?”

“Like the fact I COULD have been a nasty man!” the raven shouted. “If the wrong person saw you grovel and beg like that...Shining Lord knows what might happen!”

That caused Adrian to seize up and start shivering again. “I-I don’t, I mean...I-I shouldn’t be here!”

“Adrian-”

“I wanna go home!” the dove cried, “I-I won’t make it!”

“Hey!” Edgar wrapped an arm around his shoulders and harshly pulled him closer. “Get it together! This is exactly what I’m talking about!”

The dove looked up a moment before ducking his head back down. “I’m scared,” he admitted quietly.

Edgar relaxed his grip on the smaller koutu. “Look, it’s not that bad here. Really, it isn’t. The guards are all very nice as long as you fall in line. That’s my first bit of advice to you, by the way; obey the guards and everything else falls into place.”

The dove sniffled. “B-but you said...the others…”

“Only a few of these guys are REALLY that bad,” Edgar said soothingly, “A lot of them just...made some mistakes. As long as you don’t go around sobbing and flinching and begging like a little boy, no one should start trouble with you. Tip number 2, alright? Just put on a brave face, no matter how you feel.”

Adrian nodded. “O-okay...thank you…”

“No problem.” The dove found a bit of courage and decided to probe. “Umm...hey, Edgar?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

The older koutu frowned. “Seein’ ya just...break like that, it, uh...it was worrying. Thought about what might happen if I didn’t calm you down. Don’t want some kid dyin’ of a heart attack seconds after meeting me, now! Might extend my sentence,” he finished with a short laugh.

“Oh…”

The raven smiled and patted his shoulder again. “Hey, relax. We’re roommates. Better to get along, yeah?”

“You seem nice,” Adrian started, “Why are you...here?”

The raven’s smile was wiped away in an instant, causing Adrian to hold his hands up.

“W-wait, I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Edgar said in a flat tone, head turning away, “It’s just like you said...I made a mistake, too.”

“Did you...hurt someone?”

“Yeah. I did.”

Adrian’s curiosity was peaked now. “What happened?”

Edgar’s face dropped. He seemed reluctant to answer. “Well, Adrian...I didn’t judge you. Don’t judge me, alright?”

The young bird’s curiosity was replaced with worry. “Umm...okay…”

“Well, the truth is that I was...a…” he strained to force the answer out. “...brigand.”

The dove’s eyes shot wide open, and he instinctively moved away from the larger bird. “A-a bandit?!” the dove cried, fear returning to him once more. He was stuck in a cell with a bandit?!

“H-hey, Adrian,” Edgar said hurriedly, “What did I say?! No judging!”

Having never mixed with such dangerous people before, Adrian found it hard not to cringe away in fear, even though he was worried about hurting the raven’s feelings as well.

“Adrian, come on,” Edgar pleaded, “We’re friends here! I’m helping you out, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes,” the dove admitted, ceasing in his attempts to back away. The raven didn’t make any effort to close the gap, thankfully.

“I, uh...made a mistake, like you. I just...want to serve my time and move on. Is that so bad?”

“You’re really a brigand?”

“EX-brigand!” Edgar insisted, “That’s an important distinction! Yeah, I did wrong, alright?! Why do you think I’m here?!”

Adrian looked down at his feet. “I just…you know.”

“Look,” the raven lectured, “I’ve been trying to help you. If you think you’re too good for me then so be it. I’ll just go back to my bed and...we don’t need to talk to each other anymore.”

The raven stood up and walked to the other side of the room, lying down in the other bed. He looked up to see the dove’s attention elsewhere. With a huff he picked up his book and continued reading.

He tried to focus on the novel, but his eyes squinted as he stewed over what had just happened.

They said if I atoned and moved on I’d be accepted...hmph! So much for that! How am I gonna make it out there when all anyone will do is shun me?! Damn it...I knew that merchant was too easy! How did I not see it was bait?! Why’d I get myself wrapped up in all this?! Damn crow…

Edgar’s thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of talons scratching against stone. He lowered his book and saw the other koutu standing in front of him. His gaze was on the floor and he looked like he’d just been caught stealing from the elderly.

“...I’m sorry,” he said in a strained voice. “I didn’t mean to be...judgemental.”

Edgar sighed. “Well...it’s fine, I guess. I just...I’m trying, you know? I don’t want this to be the rest of my life.”

“I understand.”

The raven nodded. “Good to hear.”

Adrian held a hand out. “Friends?”

Edgar smiled and accepted, shaking on it. “Friends.”

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[firebirdsdaughter]

Eeeeeeeeeee!…

… Ahem.

Fire is back at it again w/ Ryusoulger raws bc she really liked this episode, and is really excited for the next one.

In no order:

Aw. I think Touwa is a little lonely. ^^ Life when your older brother is literally terrified of other people, but just pretends he’s angry all the time.

Kou is so happy. XD Banba doesn’t care, but Touwa clearly likes being obnoxious. ^^

It was clever of him to bring something to keep them from walking away. XD

Touwa’s like, ‘you give us the map,’ but Kou is like ‘no, wait, I stole this!’

This was actually really refreshing. ^^ When was the last time Touwa had someone to act like a kid w/? These two are absolutely going to be the little sibling problem children. XD

Banba is so very done already. Welcome to your new life, honey. <3

I love Kou being fascinated by Touwa’s leaf-cutting abilities right up until Touwa claims he won. XD

MY BOYS GET TO TRANSFORM AND ROLLCALL!!! TT_TT

Still gonna cry my little eyes out when all five of them finally do the ‘blades of justice’ speech. ^^

The problem children are at it again. XD

Oh, Melto’s breaking out the ‘sensible one’ voice, too.

I need new emoticons.

Tankjoh knocks Kou and Touwa into a fountain and Banba is just… There suddenly. ^^ Like, ‘hello, did you just hit my brother?’ Also, cool reveal shot w/ that water splash.

I… I think there’s a pun going on here.

Banba totally just held his own there, against Tankjoh. XD Like, he might not have made any headway, but he did manage to essentially tie w/ the guy who’s been taking everyone out in one hit. Though I’m not sure how much longer he would have lasted had Tankjoh hung around.

That was a more muted version on the big brother voice than we heard in the preview.

Aw, Touwa feels bad. It’s okay, sweetie. Literally, though, his brother is the only person he’s ever apologised to. Admittedly, it’s only been, like, two eps.

If what created this Minusaur is meant to be foreshadowing/hinting at the general thing I’d like to think it’s hinting at, good on you, Ryusoulger (I mean, I love you anyway, you’re really helping me get through the week, but, also, hell YES).

Touwa’s also watching Banba when Kou asks about killing the kid. DX I definitely think Touwa is not quite as desensitised as Banba has gotten to be.

Notably, Banba says nothing, nor does anything. I don’t know if he’d already figured out who the Minusaur’s real host was, but I highly doubt they’d have him be willing to kill a kid… Esp if I’m reading what I think the implications are right about his and Touwa’s family. I’m thinking even more that he almost exclusively raised his brother, I don’t see him being willing to actually harm a child w/out remembering that.

Kou produces the map, and immediately gets chastised by his mom and dad friends for stealing. XD

Melto is absolutely the mom friend and Asuna dad friend.

Baba retreats against the wall rather than join the huddle. XD One day, sweetie. Being part of the team means being part of the team hugs meetings.

Oh my god… It goes by so fast, and when I first watched I was watching the four in the foreground… When Melto say something––I think it’s about splitting into teams?––Banba’s head snaps around and he looks shocked/freaked out for a moment… Like, you can hardly see it over the map, Kou’s shoulder, and Touwa’s arm… Might try to get a screen shot and put it at the bottom of this post.

He promptly retaliates by ignoring Asuna. XD

It’s okay, Asuna, it’s not you, he hates almost everyone. Also he’s probably trying to get this over w/ bc he’s worried about his brother.

He totally only agreed to these teams to foist the problem children on Melto for awhile, though. XD

Melto spends this entire scene finding out why, too. ^^

But he intercedes as mom friend just in time when things start getting growly again. :D

New face!

Banba being the one to connect the Minusaur’s behaviour to an adult/older person playing w/ a child… Is he thinking of him raising his brother, or back when their parents had time for them? (I’ll explain that a little later)

‘Children, I won’t kill. Neglectful parents are fair game, I have issues. >:K’ Oh, Banba. DX Obviously this outlook wouldn’t go away after one episode, but I do think what spawned the Minusaur here is meant to reflect something about his and Touwa’s past…

Okay. Touwa’s reaction when Banba explains (quite nice of him to include the trio in that call, too ^^) that the Minusaur could have been born from the father’s guilt at being too busy to play w/ his son. That really looks like it’s hitting a chord. I mean, he’s transformed, but there’s a dramatic silence, the camera spins around him, and there’s a ‘shing’ sound like something important is occurring. So I’m thinking that maybe that Banba ended up essentially raising his brother bc of that same reason––their parents were too busy, or something like it, to be w/ their children at all. Maybe they didn’t used to be like that, and where around for Banba’s childhood, but something changed by the time Touwa was born and they weren’t there for him, leading to his brother stepping in. And then, presumably, they died at some point. Bc something screwed these boys up, and I really wanna know what, Toei!

Kou just runs away w/ Melto and Asuna. XD

THEY WERE STUCK! BUT NOW THEY ARE FREE! HOORAY! TT_TT

And what does an angry cat do the moment you let it out of its cage? XD SCRATCH.

Mister ‘give advice like I wasn’t ready to kill you two minutes ago, no hard feelings’ Banba. ^^

Also, speaking of that line… Not only is it clearly set up for Banba’s motivations next ep, it convinces me even more that something happened to their parent(s)… ‘Nothing is more important than family’ is a stock Sentai theme, but here we’ve got it coming from mister well-intentioned extremist anti-hero man. Really wanna know what happened to these boys… Hopefully we’ll get more info next ep?

Vaguely disappointed that Banba named MirNeedle. XD He almost smiled, though. ^^ Also made a really cute face when he heard Touwa and TigerLance approaching, too. <3

Actually, that look make sit seem like he’s really (secretly?) glad that Touwa stopped him…

I sit corrected. This is where the ‘didn’t think you’d stop me’ line is from… Eh, maybe it’s his catchphrase. XD

But now I’m also like, is there going to be a sort of ‘YJ¡Batman and Robin’ angle to them? I still currently hc that Banba secretly carries a lot of guilt for the things he’s willing to do for the mission, so it would be interesting to see a plotline about him being invested in Touwa not turning out like him.

And maybe if one or both of their parents were awful… Could be he considers it too late for him to not end up as some level of as bad, but he wants to try and protect Touwa from that? Maybe he didn’t think he could before, but he’s wondering if he can use these three to do that? I dunno, I’m just stream of consciousness-ing.

His eyebrow game was on point this episode, too…

Alternatively, maybe their parent(s) merely died before/not long after Touwa was born, so he never got to meet them, and that was why he took it so hard? Hmm…

I dunno, Touwa, I’m not sure you want them rubbing off on you. These four are absolute dumbs. I love them, but they have no sensible judgement abilities.

Preview?: I am SO EXCITED. Was not expecting the ‘Touwa gets hurt and Banba breaks down’ ep so soon. ^^ Makes sense, though. It’s definitely going to show the trio he’s not as stoic as he’s been acting––not to mention how much he loves his brother. Hoping we also get some more solid info on their past, too. Apparently he and Kou kind of start to bond, so it looks like we’ll be beginning the beginning of the adoption process. XD Gods, I hate having to wait another week… Well, at least there’s stuff going on next weekend, so I can get through the day faster. ^^

Virtual truffles for anyone who read all that. No, not the mushroom, though you’re welcome to those if you prefer them. XD

All in all, I liked this episode, I’m curious as to whether it really does reflect/foreshadow/hint at something about the brothers’ past (I hope it does), and I am very excited for the next ep. Also, there’s the possibility of getting more scans and stuff, not to mention the announcement for the newest Ultraman! Hopefully, I can keep myself busy. ^^

Also, those moments I mentioned:

See? He goes from largely disinterested and looking away…

… To being almost alarmed.

Well, it’s hard to express w/ caps, but… I dunno. Looks alarmed for Banba, I guess. His eyebrows go up for a moment, trust me. DX Also, smiling about his brother:

I really think he’s happy Touwa stopped him. ^^ (I made a valiant effort to try and include the eyebrow thing he did, but failed).

Also, even if it was about something serious, and I think there was some serious meaning behind it, there was also a cute, teasing ‘big brother’ sort of edge that was really adorable. XD

Hardy handshake for anyone who counts how many emoticons I used in the course of this post.

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[agreementtale]

Chapter 16: turn around and shake my hand.

“human” now that they got here, whole body paralyzed by an invisible force in the narrow path, they were just a bit nervous.

Flowey coiled his vines around their torso, without moving the outside of the sweater, they had convinced him to let them lead this interaction, and stay still. He reluctantly accepted, but only when they assured him he was not going to be electrocuted again.

“turn ‘round ‘nd shake my hand” That was the cue, they were rehearsing the lines in their head during the whole path.

With the friendliest smile they could muster they turned to the offered left hand, raised their right hand and shook it from the back, successfully avoiding the hidden device on his palm.

The handshake was awkward, but before he had a chance to say anything or they had the chance to break character by not being able to contain their giggliness, they retreated their arm.

“Sorry, it’s that not how you shake hands down here?” Said with an innocent face “That must be a real culture shock” they tried to make the pun smooth, but couldn’t maintain a pokerface any longer and ended up having to hold in a chuckle while he just glared at them, still weary.

“ya must have a pretty good eye to see thru da old joy buzzer trick” his toothy grin was on place, but didn’t seem to be kind nor amused, the crack on his maxilla and that one weird colored teeth made it harder to concentrate on a proper retort.

“Eye get that a lot” dismayed for the lack of reaction they improvised, still with no reaction, maybe this pun only worked when written? But… they knew he could see the difference… somehow? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“lots of humans try ta electrocute ya on the surface?” Maybe? Do not explain the pun, it is never fun if you have to explain it, just… go with the flow…

“Shockingly yes” They improvised, again, gladly he seemed less wary this time. They swore to themselves they would improve their pun game, it appeared to be awfully rusty.

“heh, so the human enjoy puns? ain’t I a lucky guy?” He took the device out putting his hand on the pocket of his leather coat “name is Sans, Sans the skeleton” it seemed warm, with all the fur, plus the red sweater inside. The cold wind was stronger than they remembered, even with three shirts and lots of socks, their legs were still cold, not unbearable, though, they’ve been worse.

The skeleton was taller than them, but not by much, if they got on their tippy toes they would be the same size. But by his posture and his clothes, it seemed he was trying to appear bigger, so there was a slight chance of them offending him with that… And the red eyelights? It wasn’t the most forgiving colour.

“I’m actually supposed to turn the humans to the guard. but ya seem like a nice fella, so let me give ya some little advice, ‘right kid?”

He loomed over them, exhibiting his incredibly sharp teeth in a big wide grin, for the first time they realized that despite being almost the same height, he was much larger than them, maybe the clothes helped, but still, his posture… wasn’t the friendliest sight.

“nice gets ya killed” Empty eye sockets stared right through them, while his teeth moved slowly with each word, they felt cold running down their spine, acutely aware that, by the range his mouth stretched and appearance of his teeth, he could probably rip their face off with a single bite. For the sake of their composure, they buried this thought under several layers of denial.

“Oh, thank you for the advice” they wouldn’t let him intimidate them “But I believe being nice is the least I can do” they started to motion their hands, like explaining a hard concept “I mean, I do intend not to be killed on the process” Ok, maybe they were a bit intimidated “but when being nice costs me nothing, why not?” they shrugged, forgetting where to put their hands and hoping that he could understand the concept, Flowey certainly couldn’t.

He chuckled, kind of amused, if by their idea, or their inability on putting it into words, they didn’t know “won’t get far thinking like that, kid” relief washed over them, he had his eyelights back and looked a bit more approachable, and despite not agreeing with them, he didn’t outright try to make them change their mind, not like Flowey.

“That’s what I am trying to tell them!” Speaking of which, yellow petals bloomed from the collar of their sweater, obstructing their vision.

“I’m not killing anyone Flowey” they chastised him, trying to brush his head out of their way, that talk was getting old and they didn’t need him talking for them.

“You will end up getting killed!” But his outrage in their behalf was always endearing. So what if they got killed?

By the gaps between his petals they saw his shoulders shaking, attracting their full attention again.

“never thought I would have the Weed insisting on someone to kill, can’t picture that” what did he mean by that? Flowey didn’t shut up about that since day one…

“Good to see you too bag of bones” he greeted him like an old friend “I thought someone would have dusted you by now” well… maybe not so much like a friend after all.

“they can try” he looked at them, red eyelights back into place, rounder and much less aggressive “so ya taking care of the lady’s pet human?” their palms itched, that word didn’t sit right.

“I’m not a pet” he… this… fell monster seemed amused by their reaction, but at the same time happy to ignore them.

“They were the ones choosing to come here” and he was not the only one, they were going to protest, but he put a leaf on their mouth “Adults talking” Really Flowey? Closing their fists, they took a deep breath, since he was right on their face, the air ended up smelling like flowers, which was oddly calming.

“too bad, too bad, would have lived a long happy life being the old gal’s pet” ok, kiss that ‘calm’ goodbye.

“I’m not a pet!” They reiterated, but both Flowey and Fell ignored their indignation.

“see I may be too lazy to report ya” he said to no one in particular, despite obviously talking to them “but, if it were anyone else... like Boss...” his smile grew menacingly, and now he decided to address them “well, let’s just say if I were a human I wouldn’t be dying to meet him”

Understanding he wanted a reaction out of them, they just smiled “Thank you for the advice” and turned around to inspect the gate.

“ya gonna turn yer back to me like that?” his voice was more surprised than angry.

“I’m sure there is some sort of way to pass through this” they spoke softly to themselves, the gate was narrow, with barbed wire intertwined with wood “It’s firm!” and incredibly well built, they put a foot in the wire and it hardly gave in.

“They have no common sense” Flowey said facing the skeleton at their back, they were too preoccupied with the challenge ahead to pay attention to the monsters “Don’t know how they even survived before we met” they climbed on the wire, being careful not to cut themselves. Seeing their struggle Flowey used his vines to help, they murmured a thanks and kept going “But considering they just fell into a giant hole in a mountain, it shouldn’t be that impressive” step after step, they successfully climbed the wire crossing the bridge, jumping safely to the other–/

They landed head first on something hard “brave kid, huh?” nursing their forehead, they looked to the skeleton in front of them, their brother looked to where he had been a moment ago and where he stood now, in a silent question, but didn’t say anything “but ya know, brave means shit if ya have nothing to back that up”

“I have mildly functional athletic skills, a high tolerance to bullshit and a wide range vocabulary, would that work?” That was a lie, they didn’t have a ‘wide range vocabulary’, just a big mouth, that didn’t know when to shut up.

He just sighed and shook his head, they could almost hear him thinking ‘this kid is going to get killed so many times’, not that he had time to voice that, as Flowey already was shouting on their ears “No, it makes it worse!”

Something else caught his attention “fuck” he muttered alarmed “Boss is here” before they knew they were being pushed out of the path to the tree line “hide”

Flowey got inside their sweater, vines tightly on their stomach, they crouched behind a tree, beside them there was a broken lamp, they thought of changing places, but mentally slapped themselves, a broken thing like that, it would obviously offer no cover.

On the distance they saw a glimpse of red and took a deep breath. They had cover, they had Flowey, they knew what was happening.

Papyrus, they remembered him, Sans’ brother. He was going to start complaining about something.

“sup, Boss” something sounded wrong, they didn’t know what it was, just knew it was wrong.

“SANS, YOU INSUFFERABLE WASTE OF SPACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE YOUR–/”

His shouting ceased, the noise being replaced by the soft sound of the cold wind blowing on the branches. The air got caught in their lungs when their body was surrounded by a blue light. Not a second later they were yanked from the trees.

“WHO DARE SNEAK ON THE ROYAL” Red eyelights stared at them “GUARD?” they tried to reach the ground, but it was too far away.

“they just a free-EXP, Boss” standing near his brother Sans was sweating, “probably tried to hide seeing how terrible ya are”

Floating above the ground, incapable of moving their body, they did the only thing they could think of, and waved slowly at the new skeleton “Hi”

“EXPLAIN” His face morphed quickly from surprise to suspicion to rage “RIGHT” on his left eye there was a nasty scar, it pained them just to look at it “NOW” his magic was wild around them, a promise of pain and death “WHY IS YOUR SOUL UPSIDE DOWN!?”

The so obvious question shocked them to silence “are ya sure Boss?” maybe it was the right response because Sans took a step forward, positioning himself between them and Papyrus “seems normal enough to me”

“KEEP YOUR DISTANCE SANS!” the taller pulled his brother away from them “HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE THAT THIS IS ONE OF OUR MOST DANGEROUS ENEMIES?” they saw silently how the loud skeleton stuffed his chest in pride “I THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAVE CAPTURED A HUMAN!”

“maybe ya just holding them upside down?” Sans tried, but he already looked defeated “those are the legs, see?” he poked at their arms, the scene would be comical if they weren’t aware of the killing intent on the air.

“NONSENSE! YOU MORONIC SLOB! I’M TAKING THIS HUMAN TO UNDYNE” This name was enough to shake them back to reality, this was not a show to be watched, it was happening with them, right now, and if they didn’t do something, they knew very well what would happen next.

“I’m definitely not an enemy” said a little breathless, putting their hands if front of them in an attempt to placate him.

“HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME WITH SUCH A PATHETIC LIE?” they could feel Flowey moving under their sweater, he had been hidden since Papyrus showed up, as they asked him to.

“But it’s true! I never hurt any monster” they said confident in their lack of LV to back them up. They tried to think in a better plan, but Flowey moved again, it was getting too distracting.

“AND YOU THINK THAT THIS DETAIL WOULD MAKE ME PITY YOUR EXISTENCE ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO?” he eyed them with disdain, that… that emotion didn’t sit well on his face at all! “YOU ARE A FOOLISH HUMAN”

“But–/” but he didn’t let them finish, with the wave of a finger, they had the wind knocked out of them again and were moving on the air, fast enough to match his steps, behind them Sans had to jog to keep up.

“ENOUGH TALKING! TO UNDYNE YOU GO” Flowey was starting to be an inconvenience moving so much, they were trying to think and his vines were a tad too scratchy.

“I thought we could” they winced as the vines compressed their stomach “maybe” blinking the memories away they continue “do some puzzles instead?”

“PUZZLES?” he stopped walking, a thorn pressed on their stomach, dammit Flowey, be quiet! Papyrus turned to them, and they forced the pain away, eyes a bit too watery for their taste “PUZZLES ARE FOR CAPTURING HUMANS WHY SHOULD I WASTE MY TIME WHEN YOU ARE ALREADY CAPTURED? IT WOULD MAKE NO–/” Papyrus stared at them for a moment, as if he was staring at a point in the air beyond them, another light shuffle interrupted their observation, if Flowey didn’t went quiet right now he would be discovered.

“Because it is your last chance to use them” they blurted to avert his attention of their moving sweater. He shot them an wrathful glare “I’m the last human to ever fall here, the puzzles will go to waste”

He didn’t say anything, just scowled.

“c’mon Boss, how many years went on calibrating those traps?” Sans caught up with them “ya never waste time like that”

That comment earned him the same hateful glare, they could see him burying himself on his coat “I was told puzzles are part of monster culture” he looked at them, the same red angry eyelights, they could feel under their skin the urge to run and hide, but they pressed on “I am sure you put great effort in yours” the look of a predator, that was what that was. The intent alone was intimidation, but he definitely had the power to fulfill the threat if he had to “And I would be honored if I could see them”

They thought the admittance was going to soften his features.

It didn’t.

Then gravity changed.

They fell feet first, but no balance, so ended up hitting their ass on the ground with a undignifying ‘ouch’, more out of surprise than anything else, thanks for the snow it hadn’t actually hurt.

“IT IS SETTLED” Papyrus waved a dismissive hand, while they got up to their feet “ALL THE TRAPS ON THIS AREA HAVE BEEN EXPERTLY COOKED TO PERFECTION, LETS SEE IN WHICH ONE YOU WILL FINALLY PERISH” crossing his arms he glanced at the path ahead, but they could feel his attention lingering on their movements.

“If I survive, is there a prize?” they patted the snow out of their clothes, careful not to jostle Flowey again.

He shot them a sour look, and they were starting to believe that this was his default expression “THE PRIZE IS NOT DYING” it might be, the scowl seemed to be imprinted on his face “SURVIVE THEM AND YOU WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF DYING BY MY HANDS”

“Like in a fair honourable fight?” they couldn’t not ask, it was bothering them, the gravity magic had been used outside of an encounter, the electroshock had gone as far as killing them without triggering one. It was a foreign and dangerous concept, if he just threw bones out of nowhere they would hardly have a chance.

“OF COURSE IT WILL BE A FAIR FIGHT!” Anger was still there, but little by little they could distinguish more emotions on his face, pride being a strong one “DO YOU THING I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WOULD HAVE TO RESORT USING VILE TECHNIQUES TO DEFEAT A PITIFUL THING LIKE YOU?” he scoffed, Sans grinned, his posture more relaxed than before, it made them feel calmer in return.

“Then is settled” They could deal with that, it was simple and familiar “I will do my best to survive the puzzles and be rewarded with a fight with the great Papyrus!” They would befriend him in no time.

Tapping his sharp gloved fingers he grunted something undistinguishable while glaring at them “CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU DARE” then turned around and just started walking.

Sans stood where he was, smile in place, but something was off “if yer smart, yer gonna go back to where ya came from” he said the words slow and careful, like trying to spell out a threat to a particularly dumb human.

“It may be too late for that” they said pleadingly, all this uncalled aggression was making their head spin.

“STOP WASTING MY TIME, YOU USELESS RASCAL” Sans winced at the voice and followed quickly, leaving a troubled human behind.

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Your Thursday Morning Roundup

We are another day closer.

By now, you’re just ready for the game. It turns out rookie Sidney Jones may also be ready as well.

The Eagles held practice on Wednesday afternoon and the defensive back was a full go, without limitations. Only one other player was on the injury report:

Wednesday Injury Report DNP: LB Ellerbe (hamstring) Full: CB Jones (hamstring)

— Philadelphia Eagles (@Eagles) January 17, 2018

Ellerbe has been hampered by that hamstring for weeks and it may be a game-time decision on if he’l play or not in the NFC Championship showdown on Sunday night. Personally, I’d like to see Jones active as well.

Unfortunately, the game is still days away. Until then, we got analysis, analysis, and more analysis. Let’s go!

The Roundup:

The Philadelphia Police know this city. Law enforcement warned local businesses on Frankford and Cottman to prepare for what could ensue if the Eagles win on Sunday night:

Eagles fans are certainly going to be fired up before, during, and after the game, especially if the birds emerge victorious. They’ll have to match the intensity of Kyle Brandt who went on another pro-Philadelphia rant. It’s a must watch.

Now to the game itself, Kyle was all over Case Keenum and his “floaty balls”:

Keenum has had a terrific, Pro Bowl caliber season replacing the injured Sam Bradford – heretofore know as Sam Bradford – and leading the Vikings to the brink of… well, Minnesota. He should be lauded and applauded, commended and recommended, PRAISED AND RAISED for his performance, Mr. A. Smith. But now, on the cusp of a Super Bowl berth, it is time to shit all over him.

Despite the Eagles being the top seed and at home again this week, the team still doesn’t feel that they are getting the love.

Meanwhile Kevin Kinkead took a look at the Vikings’ special teams unit.

Another episode of Bleacher Report’s Gridiron Heights, featuring the Eagles, is here and is another good one:

Welcome to the NFL Failgate Party (@playstation) http://pic.twitter.com/m4xp1Q6T8m

— Bleacher Report (@BleacherReport) January 16, 2018

Also on Minnesota’s side, stand-out receiver Adam Thielen did not practice yesterday.

This week has been busy for Malcom Jenkins:

Big week here for the #Eagles. Bigger week for their Pro Bowl safety Malcolm Jenkins. His wife gave birth to a baby girl yesterday. Jenkins was getting a few congratulatory handshakes as he exited the locker room as the media entered for player availability.

— James Palmer (@JamesPalmerTV) January 17, 2018

The Ringer examined the unusual final four in this year’s NFL playoffs, including the Nick Foles-led Eagles. They lauded the birds for setting themselves up for success:

Philadelphia’s overall roster talent before executing those trades helped to make two years of Darby on a rookie contract considerably more attractive than any prospect who would have been available in the third round. A core that includes talents like Fletcher Cox, Brandon Graham, and Philly’s soul-crushing offensive line was a precursor to bold decisions. Before laying out a blueprint for building a contender without a top quarterback, remember just how hard that building process can be.

I love mic’d up videos:

"You gonna make the play!" #FlyEaglesFly http://pic.twitter.com/Y25no3pBTZ

— Jamie Apody (@JamieApody) January 16, 2018

You can get green beer to drink for the Eagles game.

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Mike Tirico and Katie Couric(?) will host the opening ceremonies coverage of the Olympics for NBC.

Another interesting development is there will be a combined Korean team:

JUST IN: North and South Korea agree to field joint female ice hockey team and march together under “Korean Peninsula flag" at next month’s Winter Olympics.

— ABC News Politics (@ABCPolitics) January 17, 2018

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National champion Nick Saban is reportedly looking to bring in another disgraced former college coach to Alabama’s coaching staff:

Saban is really pushing for Freeze to be an on-the-field coach, The Tuscaloosa News has learned. Others in the program don’t want that happening. How much autonomy Saban has in this particular situation is unknown given Freeze’s recent history with the NCAA.

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Dale Jr. can go in circles at 200mph, but drive in snow, not his strong suit:

NC stay off the roads today/tonight. 5 minutes after helping these folks I center punched a pine tree. All good. Probably just needs a new alignment. http://pic.twitter.com/OfA5Q28jew

— Ralph Dale Earnhardt Jr. (@DaleJr) January 17, 2018

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The Flyers are in action tonight hosting the Toronto Maple Leafs at 7pm. Anthony SanFilippo’s words after the team’s beatdown from the Rangers earlier this week:

And there’s no reason to recap the 5-1 loss last night. The Rangers were the better, more determined team. Brian Elliott didn’t have a good game, but his defense left him on an island to face breakaway after breakaway.

The Flyers were as awful as they were against Pittsburgh two weeks ago. Brandon Manning and Radko Gudas continue to defy logic by playing, and playing poorly, while Travis Sanheim sits in the press box.

And it was another game where, if Claude Giroux, Sean Couturier, and Jake Voracek don’t create offense, no one else really picks them up.

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The Phillies are inviting several to Spring Training, which is just a few weeks away:

#Phillies have invited the following eight players to attend major league spring training as non-roster invitees:

C- Edgar Cabral RHP- Enyel De Los Santos, Tom Eshelman, JD Hammer LHP- Cole Irvin, Brandon Leibrandt INF- Scott Kingery OF- Andrew Pullin http://pic.twitter.com/XYXi57eaOO

— Philadelphia Phillies (@Phillies) January 17, 2018

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In non-sports news…

Apple plans a big U.S. expansion.

A space station is falling towards Earth.

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