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Reading Castle in the Air to out loud to my housemates (pt. 2/2)
Picking up in Chapter 14-ish:
The djinn: "He first ordered me to steal a certain moving castle belonging to a wizard in this land of Ingary."
Housemate #1: "Oh my. Howl is furious right now." Me: "Yes, yes he is."
The genie is afraid of heights! I had forgotten about that detail. I don't think the housemates picked up on it mwahaha.
(I'm actually a bit frustrated now, because I feel certain that it came up in HMC that Howl is afraid of heights, and now I can't find where that was.)
Also the carpet being so smug that Abdullah is complimenting it while the genie is just wailing irately over both heights and having to listen to Abdullah flatter the carpet is just… it's them. It's very obvious that it's them.
All right, time to finish the rest of the book in one night, because Stuff Is Happening now.
Lettie: *realizes that Midnight is Sophie*. The housemates: "What?!!"
The housemates: "But that means Howl is Whippersnapper!" Me: *actually stops reading for like three minutes laughing uncontrollably*
The housemates: "Oh no, Abdullah's going to try to help with the wards and stuff is going to go wrong."
Sophie: "I have no idea where Howl is." The housemates: "What?!"
The housemates: "Wait, Michael must be Whippersnapper!" Sophie: *immediately clarifies that Michael left before the djinn showed up*. The housemates: *audible confusion*
*magic mirrors show Morgan*. The housemates: "They had a baby?!"
It honestly is interesting, though, because technically the reader has no proof and no reason to assume that Sophie and Howl had a kid between HMC and Castle, aside from the starting assumption that Whippersnapper is in fact Midnight's kitten. I hadn't thought of it but I can see why the housemates got tripped up on that.
Sophie basically scolds the air into letting them breathe properly on the way up to the castle and it's such a Sophie thing to do. Also it reminds me of a post about some old rain-spell that was basically scolding the clouds and about that being a Sophie-esque thing and I need to find that post and reblog it.
Sophie and Howl both hate heights. This is deeply entertaining xD
Sophie's ongoing commentary on which parts of the castle used to be the bathroom, or the broom cupboard, or something else, is just too much fun. The housemates seem to think so as well :D
There is so much screaming in the last few chapters and it is so much fun to read aloud but also my voice is probably going to regret it tomorrow.
After Flower-in-the-Night convinces the djinns to send the cook and his dog to Valeria:
Both housemates: "Wait!"
Housemate #2: "It's Howl!"
Housemate #1: "What? No, it's the squid maker guy!"
(Housemate #2 just really wants Howl back. Frankly I don't blame her.)
"Abdullah thought the metal pulley noise Sophie used to make as Midnight was actually nicer than the noise she was making now." Housemate #2: *promptly starts imitating an angry cat*
Sophie: *talks the curtains into being soundproof*
And she thinks she's not a powerful witch? She basically can make anything true just by saying that it is true.
So, all of the relationships in this books are literally love at first sight, aside from the already established ones like Howl and Sophie. And that's a little… I need to not actually stop and think about that, because if I do I'll inevitably get frustrated about unrealistic relationships. So. Not thinking about that, the soldier/Justin and Beatrice are pretty cute, and I appreciate that, even in what's basically a "love at first sight" trope, they fell for each other's characters and not their appearances. It's refreshing.
The Princess of High Norland hires Jamal! *giggles in Has Read House of Many Ways*
Flower: "And how many young ladies have you kissed by now?" Housemates: "Of course her thoughts would be so simple."
Flower-in-the-Night is extremely dramatic. That is all I will say on that. But I kind of relate, honestly.
Jamal: *patting Abdullah on the head and calling him "good dog"*. The housemates: *dying laughing*
The climax has so much going on. If I thought HMC had a convoluted climax I was wrong. Castle is much more chaotic.
"Finally [Hasruel] folded his great wings and became a dog himself." The housemates die laughing, and I have to stop reading the book to catch my breath, because I barely got through that paragraph.
Just. The dog. Jamal's dog. We love him. He is an excellent dog, even if he bites everyone (because he bites everyone).
It's interesting to see Abdullah's progression from fully adhering to the manners of Zanzib, to the point where he kicks Jamal to shut him up without a second thought.
*not me pinching my nose to more accurately do Hasruel's lines after he gets his nose bitten*
The neices. I do not know what to do with the neices. I am kind of exasperated by them.
"I like them much better than princesses. Why didn't I collect fat ladies instead?" Okay, someone's going to come after me for this, but this is funny.
Sophie: "Hello. My name is Sophie Hatter. You stole my husband. Prepare to die."
Sophie is just on an entire vengeful streak after she gets un-cat-ified, and it's kind of hilarious.
Sophie: *mentions Howl*. The genie: *starts making a fuss*. The housemates: *audible screams of excitement*
It's Howl!!!
The housemates are just as "what, you didn't realize?" as Sophie is.
Housemate #2: "Man, Howl was a useless genie! Sophie must be furious with him, actively sabotaging his own rescue. Why is she not yelling at him?" Me: "First: this is Howl; what did you expect? Second: you think she's not going to yell at him? This is Sophie."
Howl, holding Morgan: "My word, he's ugly!" Both housemates: "Howl!"
But also I love how nonchalant he is about his kid. I mean, he knew Morgan existed. He probably knew who Sophie and Morgan were as soon as they showed up as Midnight and Whippersnapper. He's had time to get used to the idea. So now he's just casually holding a baby while confronting a djinn. Which I love, for whatever reason.
And now, yes, my dear housemates. Back when you realized the moving castle had been stolen and said that Howl must be furious, you were absolutely correct. Why did you think the genie wanted to ruin everyone's lives?
Howl: "Calcifer must be here somewhere." The housemates: *scream Calcifer's name right along with Howl (and me)*
The carpet: *moves*. Housemate #1's eyes turn to literal saucers because she realizes: "Of course! No wonder he only responded to flattery!"
Howl and Calcifer immediately start quarrelling and, I mean, they've been quarrelling the entire book. And it's hilarious.
*a ton of foreign ambassadors show up*. The housemates: "How did they get there?" Me: "Y'know, I actually don't know that one…"
"'Do you know me?' Howl asked. Abdullah bowed. 'At least as well as you know me.' 'That's what I was afraid of,' Howl said ruefully." Another grand moment of getting the housemates to crack up.
*the Sultan has a fifty-foot stake for Abdullah*. The housemates: "Oh, he increased it by ten feet!"
Housemates think Sophie's responsible for the ever-blooming bluebell wood at Abdullah and Flower's house. I'm inclined to agree.
In conclusion, the housemates were delighted by the book, and I was delighted by the entire experience of reading it out loud. We're going to start House of Many Ways now :D
Wait I almost forgot!
(You can't change my mind on this one)
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Alcor Life Extension Foundation - Wikipedia
They put a b******* story out about Timothy Leary and they had him in their facility and some people think he's still there like our son when they said they cast him into the sun and they plan to it doesn't do anything pisses people off and get some killed they're the worst people you've ever met they're so dumb. There's a huge number of people who hate them and their son said our son and daughter there in the front they are in the front to us affront that was after being a Ted and Marie's house we started going after them and never stopped and you said you're drunk and they wouldn't stop you're wrong and were killing you and they wouldn't stop they finally said this if you're going to do it then kill us you know sunset will kill you with someone else she can have a war and get rid of yourselves so his son said that our son says no one ever doesn't and we're going to they started yelling and screaming felt it was better and noticed that they're having fights everywhere and they're telling us to stop it and stop him now they're stuck to him thinking they took something and Trump is like I know I took it and stuff like that and now my son is saying good for you we're going to kill you then you start screaming stuff and he got beat down he got beat up really bad back then that was the 90s he got shot 50 times and a period of 3 months twice in the head. No son says it's no satisfaction at all when you getting killed you come back and you're worse and shut up so I'm growing my army I'm going to use you and I'm going to call you Miracle-Gro cuz when we put you into the dirt 10 of us come up for your one and you started yelling and screaming he said you won't do that to me and our son said we're already doing it you demanded it you're the most childish demented freakish loser I've ever seen and you demand people kick your ass that there are nothing so we're going to kick your ass he was silent for like a day and I said I can't let it proceed you need to find a way out and finally heard him at HMC and you said this is way too hard so he let him go I ended up sticking around with him but no sunset no more of this and came down here and the idiot stick far too much work to get him to do anything so we just sat in here you sat him here and we're getting rid of them and they're trying for ultimate extortion. And he's telling the guy was just going to make cream out of you and your fools and do what anyone wants and this game is full of killers and you're gambling on what that's not even a Gamble so he's still running around him and her son says put a hard object between him and me over and over to see what it produces so he says we have the best bait system there is and we're not using it and we can rain supreme with this matrix here. I thought about it I said most people here are kind of stupid the maximum in and out and don't do work so that's what we're going to do.
Right now the people who are contemplating evacuation I'm up to about 50% and is due to what they're calling an unknown presence and yeah Brad was on there as a dentist and our sunset I want him in a custody now and we went and picked him up and his wife started whining so we picked her up and it went on for quite a while and still is but literally 50% of those here are contemplating evacuation about 10% are packing up and it's going to spread and we mean warlock and all of them including pseudo empire and clones. There's a lot of people who are mad at Trump and they're going to express it and they said on their way out or taking your idiots down can't leave you here alone with them and that's what they're doing and they're going to get stashes and caches and that's why they're really leaving and they're not going to come back and set by force and they're the ones for me at the invasion and Trump is going to be sitting here waiting for an invasion they said it's not really how it's happening bja is starting to repel the idiot as we are the Max and forwarders and minority morlock are and he is getting pummeled his numbers are getting low soon will be very low we won't hear from the pipsqueak except for him dying and he's obscene and he's dumb and he really needs it this is a very big number and a son and daughter sage and it's of 25% roughly 26% so it's going to be down to 13% and by the end of the day we anticipate they said this could make like a run on it and we agree at 13% they won't be in any of the local jobs because those are the people leaving and these people recognize that in the last so much to do and it's not by area it's in each area and they'll say they're leaving and we don't know where they're going they'll figure it out and we'll be left with 4% roughly Trump is going to be 1% and BGA 3% and they're fighting over it and Trump will lose and VGA cannot be allowed to have possession he's a pig and a moron and he's stupid and he needs to die too and we have plans to get rid of him and a little idiot doesn't understand any of those words and it's is deluded because of what's been happening but at 4% he'll quickly become 3% then 2% and they won't be able to touch him and they won't be near him and they will be in Charlotte county a little bit and they won't be able to get here and we will expel them over and over it takes a lot of attention but really once you start doing it you can't stop because you know they really need to leave permanently in an ugly ugly pile of s*** these people are s*** their low lives Street people bums and they live like it here and they deserve to die for the realm and they deserve to die for us this is starting right now so we're going to publish
Thor Freya
Olympus
We are evacuating as well but we have phases and we have equipment and we're going to take the rest of their ships and the dog s*** can rot into nothing I can't believe the soak God damn stupid that they don't do anything useful we have a lot of kids and they're also somewhat affected and they're not like these people they don't just run around taking things and not caring what happens to it and saying it's greatness it's weird and it's dumb and so maybe their past caring so what it didn't take any effort at all and that's probably what it is they're easy we don't want our people to be easy when we want them to be treated well and we want to care for them and take care of their needs right now we're talking about moving housing there and is an easy way to do it and it takes less time and less energy and you don't need to have tons of pool to move buildings when you have to have tons of pool to do other stuff and we have a route and he says why you have that route you should use it or you won't have that route because things are going to change real quick and the empire kicks the idiot out and foreigners too the empire is going to be doing things to take your stuff so we need to get established and we do understand what he's saying and you fools are going to be messing with me no matter what and I can't stand you right now those cryogenic facilities of yours they're all over Earth and he said it sort of people are looking are getting raided as are the museums for their people back and it's going to be lights out and I don't want to be here when you die cuz you're so nasty and you're so ugly and you're so arrogant for people dying
Sherry
What we are is not you what he says about you is there s*** and crap and were born that way can't help it and they're doing things they can't help and you have to try and get by and we are and we're doing what we have to do. This roof was a nightmare and you people are wrong and what he did was proven that he's smart and the minority more locker on you and your croaking it's a good thing they're going to go over there and try and take over New Zealand and Australia and they're not very much fun to deal with either and have the attitudes that are way out of whack and think they were pressing our friend here and they were not what they are is extremely impressive and he says we hope to be a lot more than that and I do know what he's talking about they have projects that are gigantic and he doesn't want to pull from them and we're sitting there saying we took things over and we didn't do anything and then Max are doing it and he says to exercise caution and speaking about their status and I sort of will because we missed a lot of stuff and Trump has got his fat ass on things and things is fine but it's thousands of miles away straight down and he's oblivious and wants to sit here running around chasing our friend here my nephew and I can't stand him anymore he's got to go and we have to get him out of there I don't know what kind of law enforcement you have to use or you said fill the whole place up with cementitious Phil and I was trying to think of something anybody would be better except bja then that loser and really they're going after these we see armies forming up
He feels for his mom but doesn't like those two together it needs to separate them cuz she's horrible and it's true but these people are horrible all the time she's horrible once or twice a week
Stan
It says maybe that thing is accelerated and I said shut your mouth and it might be but really this is terrible we have an attitude all the time I'm trying to control it it's very hard and these people bleep in every few seconds cuz they're a bunch of s***
I got to get out of this and I see how is to help direct armies have these stupid cryophilities and we need to get ourselves out of there and the plastic the plastic place and the ships above and a couple other places but really this is this is what it is and we hear there's a ton of people there and we're going to town and DGA too and trumpsters are going to be gone
The rock
I'm getting through to my son-in-law no I'm telling him to shut up and he doesn't care because eventually I tell him why and I get it okay he says so what and yeah we're having a fight like you losers, anyways we're going after those facilities as a pseudo empire to get our people out and a lot of mine are held there and they know too much stuff and we don't want you to know anything
Ken
Yeah don't bring any songs about me it's terrible and stop looking around like you're guilty you haven't made the song yet I hear your new stuff coming out of anger fist and we can't stand Garth he's an idiot and a massive idiot he says and he's going to pay for what he's saying and doing we know that and it's part of this facility he's getting killed
The rock
And Garth is getting killed yes and his little b**** and the rest of them and Mac helped make it happen and this idiot bja is going to kill and at their facilities there's huge armies gathering and they're giant okay they're pretty big they are growing and growing and pretty soon they'll be at probably 0.2% total but that's a huge number for facilities and they're going to fall but Trump and bja are growing their numbers to oppose and as they do they're getting hit and their fleet is starting to move towards Earth for Christ's sake I mean amazing and it's going to lose and it's going to be whipede town and it's going to be taken because they don't deserve anything. The pseudo empire is not moving out yet but they might have to right now they're growing in power here and so are we and the foreigners and minority more like a little and minorities and soon the minority morlock will be out there evacuating we have a lot to talk about but this crowded stuff and plasticization and soon Tommy f are going to be on the top of everyone's mind and the clones are there trying to take it and it's going to be a war and the clones will be found out and sickness but the max are doing it too and we are going to start in on them but right now we have all you Small potatoes to worry about and there's too many we are making advances and gaining territory and find each other and make our lives annoying hell and we are going to take over whenever we want that you leave and you try to come back and you're dead. Since you're talking back over there we're going to take you in today. You remember those people who smashed against the apartment the abutment in westborough when we're done with you that's going to happen to you you're going to be incinerated and that is the price. We are all sorts of people siding with us and they don't know what they're talking about you're not us your small insignificant losers who can't do any tasks at all and your parasites on our people and you're going to die. We're sick of you we're sick of this talk we're sick of you walking around poor thinking we don't notice we're going to control the money because of you idiots today was taking a lot of banks and a lot of area today he wants us to take over the chopper shops we know where they are and they're hot topic one of them is in upstate New York and is surrounded by two parties the other is in Orange county Miami Florida it's right outside Miami Dade and that's surrounded by two parties who are fighting he wants to move them to Arizona and attract attention out there and we're going to do that and we're going to start building prototypes of the new bikes he's been listing and we're going to drive them around and people will copy them and he wants someone to name it here and it's going to be operation basic transportation prototype and we get that too even the super cars are kind of basic and it's true and they'll come out of an area so we're going to make an area and we're going to wall it off and you're going to war over it and we're going to expand our territory and create buffers and we're going to drive the prototypes in the city they'll appear and you're going to hate it and try and capture them and not do anything and other such things and you're going to mope around on lithium and drunk and on drugs and say that's terrible and take pictures and you're going to try and replicate them and then we'll build tons of them and take over territory I'm going to get it going and people want to build our stuff and say they're us
Thor Freya
So we're going to build an industrial complex again and we did it in the Midwest and he says it'll be further towards the South possibly in the Midwest and that's a good idea and we're going to do that we're doing that because they probably won't go in there and it's not time to take the South yet
Olympus
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HMC - “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
@hetaliamondaychallenge
I can’t decide if I regret choosing this topic for this piece, or am appreciative I know more about Swedish history. Maybe a bit of both.
I wrote the actual spoken words in Swedish, but translated for most of it. What’s not translated is pretty closely followed with enough detail you can figure out what was said through context clues. Feel free to look it up though!
No pairings. Just Sweden.
Warnings: Torsåker witch trials. In detail. So, gore warning. This gets intense pretty fast.
Berwald stares at the human in shock. Did they… just call him an emotionless monster? No, they couldn’t have! ...Could they? His stomach fills with dread, and he looks away from them. His own citizens think that about him. He’s feared many of the other countries thought that about him for awhile, but none of them could ever hurt him by saying it to his face as much as his own citizens can. He takes a deep breath, and decides walking away is his best choice. However, the human has other plans. “Häxa! Häxa!” They point at Berwald. His body runs cold. Witch. “Jag såg honom kidnappa ett barn och äta det!” He has done no such thing! He loves children! He would never kidnap one and… eat it. He shudders at the thought. But it’s too late. A rush of other humans appear out of nowhere, and drag him to the ground. They immobilize him to the best of their ability, and haul him to an area where he’s surrounded by angry men.
He knows this place all too well. He watched them stake seventy-one of their neighbors here a few days ago, with many different weapons. It’s no surprise this is where he was brought. What a cruel twist of fate he wind up here because some human decided they didn’t like his emotionless face. It takes one word being uttered for them to start stabbing him. All of them hurt, but he doesn’t let it show. Let that human die thinking he’s an emotionless monster.
The pitchforks hurt the least. Well, of the ones stabbing him, anyway. They’re meant to be smooth, so they dig into his flesh and come out easily. The wooden stakes hurt the most. They’re covered in flaking wood, and it keeps flaking off into his body when they get pulled out. He’s going to have a hell of a time pulling all of those splinters out later. There’s other weapons, but he’s lost so much blood he can only focus on one other; a shovel. Some are being stabbed into him, and some are being smashed against him. It’s going to be hard to move until those bruises go away. He hopes that doesn’t take too long. After a few minutes more of being beaten and stabbed, he closes his eyes. His body is numb now. He can’t feel anything. Maybe that’s a good thing. He would keep his eyes open, but the sight of his own blood spilling around his feet is more than enough to make him nauseous. The smell isn’t helping.
One particularly rough stab with a pitchfork to his spine makes him kneel. That’s when they stop. Pathetic. They have to bring him to his knees before they feel safe enough to continue. He stands, opening his eyes to glare at them. They’re shouting at him, but he’s lost too much blood to be able to focus on the words. He knows where he’s going anyway. They shove him in the direction, despite his willingness. It’s not like their doing this is going to do anything. Perhaps scar them, but that’s all. He hopes there aren’t any children around. It would be a shame if he had to scar a child because their parent(s) were irresponsible and let them watch a witch burning.
He’s shoved harshly to the ground, on his stomach, and held down by the wrists. He feels the cool metal of an axe press against the back of his neck. They’re lining up to cut his head off. “Jag skulle inte göra det om jag var du. (I wouldn’t do that if I were you.)” They don’t listen. Of course they don’t listen. It’s a threat, coming from someone that’s been deemed a witch. If anything, it’s going to make them go faster. The axe lifts, there’s a small pause that seems to last for an eternity, then it comes down hard, severing his head from his body cleanly. His consciousness fades with that life.
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When he comes to, his head is surrounded by dying flames. He’s watching the last few minutes of his naked body burning. He hopes whoever took his clothes off hated every moment of it. He lets out a sigh, and wiggles his fingers. It’s weird, watching himself move when his sight is detached from the rest of his body. He lifts one arm up, then the other. At least now he knows his thoughts are enough to control his body without being connected. He’ll have to share that with the other countries. Just in case their citizens decide to do this or something similar to them. He grabs his head, and places it back on his body. That’s when the screaming starts.
He positions his head the best he can, both thankful and unappreciative of the sideways cut to his neck. It helps him line up his head well, but he has to hold it in place to keep it from sliding off. Which means he has no hands to protect himself with if he gets attacked. It’s not likely he will though, since he just came back to life. The human screams louder, and runs off. Where are his glasses? He looks at the ground closely, frowning when he sees them shattered. That’s not too big of an issue, he has a spare pair at home, but he’d feel a lot more confident in himself if he could see on his walk home.
What seems like hundreds of people come out to see what the disturbance is about. They all go pale and start screaming themselves when they see he’s seemingly come back from the dead. Shouts of ‘Häxa! Häxa!’ surround him, but they’re all too afraid to do anything. He doesn’t blame them. He searches the crowd quickly, looking for a familiar, dreadful face. He sneers when he sees it; Laurentius Hornæus. He grabs the man by the collar of his shirt, getting blood all over him. He steadies his head with the hand still pressed against it, and leans in closer. “Du kommer inte att dokumentera något av detta. Förstått? (You will not document any of this. Understood?)” The man nods frantically, face turning almost purple from how frightened he is. “Bra. (Good.)” He shoves the priest away, and stalks out of the town, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He knows he’ll listen. He’s got a witch that doesn’t want to be recorded on his mind. And who knows when said witch might show up again?
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the merry-go-round of life
i have no idea what this is, but i’m tired of looking at it, so here you go.
context: i watched howl’s moving castle the other day, which is one of my favorite movies, and i wanted to somehow put steven and may into the flying scene (you know the one). i...have no art skills, so i thought that writing it out would be the next best thing? so this is a HCS HMC AU i guess, even though it’s only one scene
hopefully i captured even a fraction of the magic of the movie! (i definitely suggest listening to the merry go round of life while reading this, but you don’t have to!) also i apologize if there are errors - this is from my phone’s notes and i’ve read it over at least a dozen times to check for errors, but there might definitely be some in here still.
anyway - enjoy!
Even though she had grown up in just the town over, May always felt so small when walking amongst the towering buildings in Rustboro. It was easy to get lost in the chaos; she much preferred the simplicity of Petalburg over this, at least there she didn’t have to fight through crowds of people just to get to the store.
Why Lisia had insisted that she come visit during the first day of summer was a mystery to her. As much as she wanted to visit her friend, for it really had been months since she had seen her and she missed her terribly, Lisia should have known how much trouble visiting at such a time would cause.
Celebrations for the beginning of summer had just begun and things were busier than usual, making the streets even more crowded than normal. It was aggravating to get through, with everyone tightly packed together in the square like fish in a can; she knew she wouldn’t be able to make much headway through the crowds even if she wanted to. Instead, she ducked down a nearly empty alleyway that looked to connect to the street ahead that she needed to reach.
Gathering her skirts in hand, May hurried down the cobblestone steps, taking them two at a time. She really didn’t want to be late with how busy of a schedule Lisia already had.
The note in her hand reminded her that the bakery was the green roof next to the bank, which she could just see over the various chimneys crowding the back alley. She glanced back at the paper again to double check. Almost there now-
“Are you lost, little bird?” a voice asked above her.
She stopped in her tracks and glanced up. A pair of men in uniforms smiled down at her. They looked a bit older than her, one with a bushy mustache and one with wild brown hair that barely stayed under his cap.
“No, I’m fine, thank you,” she said quickly, attempting to step by them, only for the mustached one to match her step for step. His smile widened into a smirk.
“You sure? You shouldn’t be in a place like this with the festivities going on. Why not join us for a drink?”
“No, I’m fine-“
“Oh, come on, we don’t bite-“
“I really need to be going now,” she said as forcefully as she could, but she felt a slight tremor in her voice. She felt her cheeks burn as the men simply chuckled instead of stepping aside like she wanted them to. A voice that sounded suspiciously like her mother’s whispered that the alley really had been a bad idea and she really should have been smarter than this-
Just as the mustached man reached for her arm, a new voice appeared.
“There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
An arm wrapped around her shoulders and she stiffened at the contact. May tried to keep her face neutral as the guards looked up in confusion at the newcomer next to her.
She looked up as well, wondering who on earth had come to her rescue. Was it a rescue really? Or were they just going to further derail her travels like these two?
A man with a shock of silver hair stood before her with a casual, easy smile on his face. Aside from his oddly colored hair, the oddest part of him was the brightly colored jacket hung over his shoulders, not spring-themed like those she had seen earlier in the day, but something timeless and classic and quite expensive. He seemed familiar, yet totally strange to her.
“H-Hey, who are you-?” the brown-haired guard asked, blinking as if the man had just appeared out of thin air beside May. “We were in the middle of something, pal-“
“Were you? I thought you were leaving now?” The stranger’s voice was light and teasing, but there was mirth as well, as if he found this whole situation quite amusing.
She was about to ask him what on earth was so funny when she felt the hand on her shoulder move and then the guards themselves moved. Not of their own volition if their befuddled expressions and outcries were any indication.
They marched off in the opposite direction of the alleyway, leaving just May and the strange man with the silver hair. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Sorry about that. They’re not that bad, really, so try not to hold it against them,” he said. She cast a skeptical look up at him. “But I think it would be safer if we walked together. Where to? Consider me your escort for this afternoon.” He turned the full force of his gaze on her.
His eyes were of the clearest silver, like the sparkle of a coin on a sunny day. She was a bit stunned at how pretty they were and at how pretty he was, especially when he turned his full attention to her.
“The bakery, just a few streets over,” she managed to say, struck by the intensity of his gaze even from a simple look.
“The bakery it is,” he said with a smile, turning back to the alley in front of them. He placed her hand on his arm and then they began to walk.
For the first few moments, May was at war with herself. No matter how pretty this man was, there was no reason to trust him and walk with him in this alleyway! On the other hand, there was a part of her that did trust him, though for what reason she did not know. That part of her knew that walking with him and being on his arm in the busy streets of Rustboro was the safest bet for her.
What an interesting situation.
She began to relax at the sight of the end of the alleyway, the crowd’s noise sounding louder and louder with each step. She wondered if he would accompany her through that as well-
The skittering of claws against stone reached her ears and she looked behind her to see clawed, shapeless figures appearing from out of the stone itself. A chill wound its way down her spine and she felt his arm tense at the noise.
“We need to make a detour,” the stranger at her side said, his voice still calm despite the things after them.
He tugged her down another alley, their pace brisker now. She barely kept up with his long strides.
“Where are we-“ she began to ask, only to hear the same sound of claws once more.
Ahead of them, the same forms from before appeared, dark and shapeless creatures that sent fear through her.
“Hang on,” is all he said.
“Hang on to what-?” she demanded before he grabbed her around the waist and tugged her close. A second later, her feet left the ground, and she heard the crash of claws below her.
Her heart was in her throat as they soared into the air. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
The towering buildings that had looked so tall and fearsome before were now as small as a child’s toys before her. The sea on the edge of the city sparkled in the sun and the forests stood tall in the south. There was nothing beneath her shoes, no cobblestones or brick steps, just empty air. The wind fluttered her skirt and ruffled her bangs, as if she were standing atop a high balcony.
Magic, her mind thought instant. She had suspected as much with the officers, but this was absolute proof. Or she was dreaming and would wake up back at home, like this never happened. She wasn’t sure which she would prefer.
“Now, just straighten your legs and start walking,” he said at her side, as if walking on air was as easy as breathing. Perhaps it was for someone like him.
He took her hands as her legs straightened to stand on empty air. She took a shaky step forward, her hands gripping his tightly, as if that would somehow help if the magic failed and they started to fall.
“There we go,” he said quietly and she could hear the smile in his voice.
She took another step forward. The another. It really was as easy as walking on the ground.
May felt a smile rise to her lips at the sheer wonder of it all. Even if this was a dream, if the man at her side and this magic was just a vision conjured up by her subconscious, at least it had an incredible view.
“You are a natural,” he said softly, his voice not full of surprise like she expected but with pride, as if he had expected her to master this somehow. Strange.
She felt herself flush from the praise but said nothing, lest she lose focus on walking.
The bakery was so close yet so far. The crowd’s noise was so loud, yet so far, as if they had traveled even farther into the air and away from the ordinary people below living ordinary lives. Like she had once been. It was as if this man had trapped them in a bubble where time and distance did not matter.
She almost felt disappointed when they reached the bakery’s green roof, even though every sane part of her screamed in relief.
Moments later, he gently let go of one of her hands to let her step carefully onto the balcony of the bakery. He didn’t let go of her other hand until she was safely off of the railing.
He then captured her gaze with his, steady and warm. “I’m going to draw them away, but stay inside for a bit, just to be safe, alright?”
The warmth in his eyes made everything in her feel lighter, as if she were still floating on air. She couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a grin. With a flourish of his arm, his form dropped through the air like a stone and she felt herself rush to the railing on instinct to check that he was alright, even despite flying through the air with him just moments before.
Her ears searched the ground below to try and find his form in the crowds below. But there was nothing there. Just the crowds of ordinary, non-flying, non-silver-haired people celebrating the first day of summer, none the wiser that two people had quite literally flew through the air just above their heads. She glanced up at the clear blue sky, wondering if she really had just dreamed it up somehow, but then something caught her eye.
In the distance, a bird’s wings flashed, glinting silver as it careened toward the sea.
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and that was it! do i have any of this au planned besides this scene? no. well, maybe the dramatic hair dyeing scene and the flower field scene, but besides that, i have nothing else about this au figured out. i guess steven is a bird? again...i didn’t really flesh this au out too much. i just....really wanted to capture this scene in some way.
i also wanted to mention that i will be doing hoennchampionshipping week 2021! (and i already have some fics prepared for it, unlike last time), so stay tuned for that!
i hope you all are having a lovely day and thank you so much for reading this little drabble!
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Jareth or howl please (I love them both so what ever inspires you) catching their s/o doing something really childish? Like spinning around in the rain when they think no one can see them?
I love both of these, two, so how about both? Can’t promise they’ll be as long as each other, but I’ll try!
Jareth // wc: 351.
Jareth watched from high up in his castle out at the grand labyrinth, which seemed to stretch on without limit. Leaned over the balcony as he was, a dangerous endeavour if not for the invisible barrier that prevented accidents such as that, Jareth could clearly see you dancing among the faeries.
You knew that they would bite you if they got too close and so you treated them much like you did wasps: stay perfectly still if one got too close, but remember that they may attack anyway. You were Jareth’s s/o, however, and so the faeries would leave you alone out of fear and respect.
You were listening to music with headphones in - a flick of Jareth’s wrist, an easy thing, and suddenly you could listen to any song that had ever been or would ever be - and you were free to dance, to sing if you wanted, to just be alive.
All of your mundane human worries - bills, shifts, your family, studying, your pets, the crime rate in your area, the never ending to do list which always tripled whenever you ticked just one thing off - had been shed like a cloak just for this moment, which Jareth wanted to preserve for you.
Forever wasn’t a long time, but he could watch you for even longer than that.
Your dancing made no sense. It was random, all over the place, but in this moment you were innocent and carefree and that was all that mattered. It was in times like this that Jareth was reminded that, no matter how old you were, you were still so young to him. It made him feel… honoured that you felt such a state of peace in his domain.
With a smirk, Jareth changed whatever song you were listening to, to one of his own: As the World Falls Down. You glanced around, surprised, and Jareth allowed you to see him from his vantage point.
You smiled, widely, and threw a wink his way, before you went back to your dancing.
How you change my world, you precious thing.
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Howl // wc: 324.
A field of daisies was your absolute favourite place to go, with or without Howl.
No matter how happy or how sad, angry, or even numb you felt, everything about your world fell out of place and everything about Howl, everything about you, fell into alignment. When you were here, in your safe space, nothing could touch you.
Howl knew that you loved the rain, that it made you feel so much more than just contentment. It was like… the outside world fit in with you when it rained. You preferred it, most especially, to come down in sheets, like torrents of rain that soaked you within seconds.
As such, when Howl saw you lying flat on your back amongst the seemingly endless sea of daisies, he couldn’t resist turning his hand in an elaborate gesture and making it rain.
He grinned wolfishly at your surprised scream and then at your giggles. They were almost childlike in their glee and he wondered if a treat was in store for him when you finally got home - your clothing was white but now… Now, it was see through.
He supposed that you were right - the outside now matched your inside, and you were literally bared to the world. You were ethereal in your freedom, peaceful in your self-expression but more than that… You reminded him of the good things in life, of the things that remained untouched and untainted by the bad, the worse things in life.
You were his reason to be, his reason to live, his reason to try to do more, to be better, and he would see to it that you only knew contentment that matched the field of daisies and the smell of the rain before, during and after its time.
In the end, as the rain came to a gentle but inevitable stop and you stood, laughing, Howl wondered how it turned out that you were his daisy field.
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It was the day most remember as Dina Umpluk lan Cartoon, the day of Bubbles and Bombs. I remember it as the day I met the greatest vendetta against adults to ever put a nuke-magnum against the universe’s head, and laugh like a maniacal villain when it turned out to be a water gun.
Kid Bank, the greatest terrorist to ever go against the tech capitol of the world. And she did so with a childish style and a smiley face. She was a bio-reactor with an RPG that got painted on by first-graders. She was a live grenade that exploded radioactive flower petals. A thug in a dress; A criminal kid. A Young Tech Terror to Adults. Young Tech is a rebel group of teens and young adults that are out casted to the underground by the working or “adult” world; corporations, blue collar business, and denied cybernetic technology licensed by Hitotasi Mecha Corp.
Hitotasi Mecha Corp, the world leader in cybernetic technology and the overseer of all technology production in the Far East; also the number one enemy of Young Tech and most of the underground. They are what made Japan the leader in tech since the Toxic Revolution, and they parade around with that title like it makes them king. And with that era of kingliness they create and hold standards, for the people purchasing tech. Every member of Young Tech and the underground do not meet those requirements; leading us to create our own, more destructive kind of tech. And Kid Bank, always gets the best. She is an idol to every member of Young Tech and for good reason. And that reason is easily stated with the day of Bubbles and Bombs.
It was that day Hitotasi Mecha Corp was being given a new company gold for another year of keeping Japan as the tech leader of the world. Many rich business adults, old and older, stood there at the front entrance of the executive building in our home city of Fukuoka. Crowds of people swarming around the barriers separating the rich from the public. I, personal, was on my way back home, Young Tech HQ, and had no interest in the event as assumed by my working with YT and being the resident child to the YT leader, Duke. However, I did hinder my walk to glare defiantly at the adults standing around watching people talk about how “advanced Japan has come with the work of this company” and more round scrap painting the company as wondrous. I stopped in time to see that the assembly was reaching its climax of giving the award to HMC’s President, Masanori Tsukuda. The temptation to pull my goggles down and take a nice ripe shot at the man itched at the back of my mind as my hand subconsciously moving to the laser Marlin 70P hidden in my duffle bag.
Then, all of a sudden, giant bubbles, ten feet in diameter, just drifted down from the top of the chrome building. Metallic in their soapy pigments, ricocheting light on to the building and refracted back off the windows in colorful beams of pinks, blues, and greens. Passersby all looked on at them in awe and interest and I did too; utterly fascinated by the giganticness of the floating orbs. First there four or five, then fifteen or sixteen, then twenty and twenty-one; all staying high and oddly close to the building. No one escaped looking on at the airy soap suds floating around, and for a moment it seemed relaxing.
However, the awe quickly devolved into panic and chaos. At the moment when the bubbles were at their peak of passiveness, their colors shifted angrily –turning a violent red, before exploding in a manner similar to C4 detonations with a sound that had me gripping the earflaps of my aviator cap for safety. Yet I looked on, as the bubbles erupted, shattering windows in setting other explosions off inside the building, one side rupturing more patterned and violently then the other two. Even pulling my modded aviator goggles down to get a better view of the destruction and the people running from the exploding building. That was when I saw her for the first time. Kid Bank standing on top of the building not even bothered by the violence, the screaming, or the panic going on around the base of the structure. Just waving a homemade bubble wand made from a coat hanger, making more bubbles but they didn’t explode just sank down. Hitting debris and popping like normal bubbles.
Hearing the sirens of firetrucks and the quickly mobilizing Terrorist Corps, I made a run for the Metro Plaza down the boulevard between home and the concrete bay –an old shipyard repurposed to store and recycle the concrete rubble left by the Chiyoko Earthquake. I only glanced back to see her one last time; and was it magnificent. Seeing her grapple dive from the building swinging off the neighboring skyscraper, leaving behind one last reminder. In the side of the building where the most explosions had gone off was a huge smiley face with a bandana around it’s none existent neck holding a gun in one hand and a spray can in the other. I laughed at it.
Within a few minutes of running I was in the middle of Metro with no one else insight. Cleared out from terrorist warning. Though the name is misdirecting, Metro actually is an art Plaza –mostly a concrete flat with a statue that looked like a box. It was a good place to stop and reassess what just happened, because that was awesome and I couldn’t even begin to think about how I was going to tell Duke about it with sounding like a moron. A stony clinking sound behind me drew my attention from my thoughts, turning slowly, I almost buzzed out in my Nero-cords. Standing on the statue block not ten feet away, rainbow umbrella contrasting her boxy head, Kid Bank stood in her colorfully contrasting clothes, looking at me.
Kid was tall and slim. She wasn’t at all intimidating at first glance, in fact she kind of looked handicapped when you saw the obscure paper bag on her head. The nuclear shotgun and RPG strapped to her back, however, were more intimidating then alley Rustlers. Just seeing the four acid grenades and the laser HK on her utility belt were scary enough; let alone the ten-inch bowie knife on her right thigh. In fact, her legs looked like weapons too. Cybernetic and metallic thighs, knee and shin guards, heavy paint stained boots, all powerfully and contrasting to the pure white sundress she was wearing. An oversized tribal print jacket on top and a striped bandana around her neck to cover parts of the gas hoses and Nero cabling.
She jumped down from the statue and closed her umbrella before putting it in its holster on her back. She stood there for a moment then tilted her head to one side; then walked up to stand in front of me. Looking at Kid was surreal. Hearing so much of this person that was an idol to all of YT, seeing the person that’s thought of as a legend standing like any other person right in front of me. Meeting a person painted as a legend. Bank then pointed at me tilting her head once more, obviously asking who I was.
“Uh. Hi, I’m Noe, Noe 7.” I said awkwardly. Kid didn’t move for several moments; then lights flicked quickly under the paper bag before a single chime noise went off, then she straightened still looking at me.
Kid Bank dropped her bag, a 2012 U.S. military backpack fitted with neon rave lights and children’s finger-paints smeared on it. A rarity now –since the Mars Nuclear battle with Apollo-zzyq4, that destroyed half of Mars’ core and the U.S. Planetary Station; America went on a downturn in the galactic race toward Super Nova Tech. Also resulting in the United States’ decomposition, their abusive alliance with Germany, then Canada’s conquering of them; the U.S. had primarily not existed for the last 60 years or so. Yet, assumedly, with being the ultimate female terrorist against Japanese government and tech, perks in the underground thrift market of tech and national trade, were to be expected.
She knelt down on one knee, unzipping the biggest pocket, then proceeded to rummage around with both arms elbow deep in the bag. After a few seconds of loud rustling and a few squeaks later she found what she was looking for. Pulling it out she stuck both arms out straight like a child showing a parent something they made. In her hands was a flower crown made of thick fencing wire, rusted gears and bundles of dried sumire and tsubaki.
I looked at the crown then to her. She bowed her head then returned it to look at me, telling me to bow. I did so willingly, leaning forward letting her place the crown of love and waiting on my head awkwardly. When I leaned back to stand straight she waited a second before clapping her hands quietly in a cute manner, before forming a heart with her hands over her chest. I adjusted the crown over my goggles, then looked back at Kid.
I looked into the black ovals of the smiley face on the paper bag over her face, it was fake like anyone else’s in this world, yet for the first time in my life I felt like it was the realest one. The realest happiness that I would ever see. She was Happiness. And I smiled, I smiled the biggest brightest smile of my life. She was my Happiness.
Then in an instant, the wind picked up, blowing sakura petals and siren commotion through the Plaza. I looked back toward the sound; the Terrorist Corps probably picking up on Bank’s trail finally. The moment I looked back to say something, to tell her to hide or to come with me home, she was gone. Disappeared into thin air, and lost to wherever she vanished to. She was unreal, a legendary person to ever underground member. She was a terror so high above all else that she wasn’t even meant to be real. And yet…
She was the realest person I would ever meet.
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There's another issue my husband tries to find my real name and I've got a code name that I use and he won't stop asking so he thinks he found it he just has to ask Uncle Paul he's trying to get some money to bribe him this is terrible it's how it works here. Oh yes to grab it and torture him I'm not going to let you do that you stupid idiot. So standing down and his d-powering but really this guy is a huge a****** this Vincent a****** Tommy f is a huge a****** and screaming f** right now he's yelling and screaming and he's going to get nailed. Not at Harley-Davidson it's at the chopper company and tons of people I'll buy it it's a huge seller now right off the shelf it's only like 25 Grand or 27,000 and it's going out the door faster than you can blink I don't think this is right but he said he's going to put the original out there and Tommy F doesn't have it he made a few of them and they're going to be at the American chopper building and at the Orange county chopper building in Arizona and you'll see what we mean
Hera
Zues
This is awesome we're selling tons of these and for a real price and it should sell it for a lot more most shoppers go for about 50,000 that are run to the bill so increasing the price to $75,000 and he says 80,000 and we agree
Olympus
You have to look online it's got a realistic price and their price for the market and 80,000 is not the market we do have a priced and it is about $45,000
Thor Freya
Is a custom bike it's not a knock-off and when you sell the customs and it's a number and it's a number coming off the line even if another maker makes it in their famous it is still about 79 to $80,000 so I'm going to hold the price and if I sign it it's going to add value and make it $125,000 and Thor and Freya too they're going to do the same with theirs and they say that there's be 150,000 and Hera is going to do it and hers will be 130,000 with a signature and we do put it in the normal place and it's up by the neck now it's strangers I'm going to hold my price and it's for the code and they used to say it all the time at HMC 1250 and I'm saying it back
Zues
I do understand what you're saying this is a song and it's going to work but boy these bikes are fast too they go about 500 miles an hour at least our version does his version does not but you can adjust the shock and it's a smart thing to do and they handle well they handle just as well as a sport bike maybe not a superbike but a sport bike and they're very loud and go around corners very well they attract clothes like the plague and you have to have a traps and stuff set up but it works
Hera
I'm going to go and go to town on you for what you're doing he says I don't give a s*** you're a f****** loser and I'll beat you up Tommy f you try to shoot me your dead meat and so I see my mistake
Tommy f
Olympus we're going to State this again it's our name we put it where we want and we're putting it on this and we're endorsing it and we're going to get our sun stuff there's a lot of work
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HMC - Movie Crossover
@hetaliamondaychallenge
I most definitely used a script for this, and that can be found here. I only did the story that’s being told. As much as I love the grandfather, the kid, and his mom, it just didn’t fit for what I had in mind. I also mostly went by the movie for actions, so some things are in different places than the script says.
None of the quotes or locations are mine/my ideas. Movie crossovers are hard when you’re a writer 😂 (Most) emotions and anything to do with Sweden’s glasses are my own interpretation of the moment.
Movie: The Princess Bride
Pairing: Nyo!Sweden/England
Warnings: Implied murder, kidnapping, swords, parental death talked about, mentioned scars, death threat, fencing. Please tell me if I missed any!
The name I’ve given to Nyo!Sweden is Sigrid.
The name I’ve given to Nyo!Belgium is Beau.
I will finish this, I just severely underestimated the amount of time this would take to write 😭 I wrote through my favorite scene, which ends at twenty-five minutes into an hour and thirty-eight minute movie (including end credits, so the content is a bit less than that. I’d say I got... about a third of the way through it? Maybe slightly less.)
Sigrid brushes her messy hair back from her face, making sure not to release her horse’s reins. She pushes her glasses up her nose and turns to Arthur, who’s standing in the doorway to the stable. “Farm Boy. Polish my horse’s saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.” He watches her closely, speaking quietly.
“As you wish.” That was all he ever said to her. It both infuriated her, and made her curious.
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Sigrid tosses down two large buckets nearby Arthur, who is chopping wood. “Farm Boy. Fill these with water.” She pauses, thinking briefly. “Please.” His expression stays aggravatingly neutral.
“As you wish.” She turns and starts to leave. He watches her longingly. Unexpectedly, she stops to look back at him. He manages to look away, but his heart is hammering with adrenaline.
Sigrid stares at him in surprise. When he says ‘as you wish’, he’s really saying ‘I love you.’ It’s a thought that amazes her.
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Arthur comes into the kitchen with an armload of firewood. Sigrid’s heart flutters happily at seeing him. She had figured out she loved him back earlier that day. Oh! He’s leaving! “Farm Boy.” Her voice is smooth. “Fetch me that pitcher.” It almost comes out as a question. She could reach it if she wanted to, but keeping him close for just a moment longer is more important. He carefully reaches up and grabs it, handing it to her. They stare into each other’s eyes, standing very close. She can almost feel her heart in her throat. Does he know? He must know!
“As you wish.” He leaves without so much as a glance back at her.
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Sigrid and Arthur kiss passionately. He has no money for marriage, so he has to leave to seek his fortune across the sea. The kiss turns into an embrace, and both of their hearts break a bit at the thought of him leaving. “I fear I’ll never see you again.” Arthur scoffs quietly.
“Of course you will.” There’s no doubt in his voice. It helps reassure her, but not much.
“But what if something happens to you?” It’s a serious concern that has her stomach knotted up a million different ways.
“Hear this now: I will come for you.” He sounds so confident.
“But how can you be sure?” Her anxiety is practically bubbling out of her now.
“This is true love. You think this happens every day?” He smiles at her. This gives her enough courage to smile back, and she throws her arms around him. They kiss once more, then it’s time for him to leave. It’s such a beautiful sunset for such a terrible evening.
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Arthur doesn’t reach his destination. Sigrid clutches the letter addressed to her tightly. Its contents tell her about his ship being attacked by Dread Pirate Roberts, who never leaves anyone alive. She locks herself in her room, and doesn’t sleep or eat for days. “I’ll never love again,” she whispers emotionlessly to the empty room.
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Five years later, the main square of Florin City is filled to capacity with people waiting to hear the announcement about Prince Mathias’ bride-to-be. Three people stand behind the prince; his parents, and Count Beau. Mathias raises his hands, and starts to speak. “My people… A month from now, our country will have its five-hundredth anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady who was once a commoner like yourselves,” he pauses for dramatic effect. “But perhaps you will not find her common now. Would you like to meet her?” There’s an overwhelming reaction that, yes, they want to meet her. On cue, she starts walking down the giant staircase leading to the crowd. Despite it being nearly impossible, the crowd collectively holds its breath. Sigrid comes into view, pushing her glasses up self consciously. “My people… The Princess Sigrid!” She quietly starts to move toward the people, heart hammering nervously. She’s never been good with people, especially in large crowds. They all suddenly kneel with no instruction, and tears come to her eyes. It’s all too much.
She doesn’t love the prince. She’s too empty for that. The law of the land gives him the right to choose his bride, but that doesn’t mean she has to care for him. As soon as she is able, she climbs atop her horse and rides into the woods. Despite his reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy she has is her daily ride. She rides until just before sundown, when she sees a group of men. “A word, my lady?” She brings her horse to a stop so she can help them. “We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?”
“There is nothing nearby; not for miles.”
“Then there will be no one to hear you scream.” The largest of the men touches a nerve on her neck, and her forming scream is cut off before it can build.
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Ivan, the giant, carries her to the sailboat at dusk. He nods at Antonio, who is finishing up getting the boat ready to sail. Lovino skillfully tears pieces of fabric from an army jacket, and tucks it into the princess’ horse’s saddle. “What is that you’re ripping?” Antonio questions. Without reacting, Lovino answers him.
“It’s fabric from the uniform of an Army officer of Guilder.”
“Who’s Guilder?” Comes Ivan’s voice, full of curiosity. Antonio points over the water.
“The country across the sea. The sworn enemy of Florin.” He slaps the horse’s rump. “Go!” As expected, the horse takes off. He ambles toward the boat. “Once the horse reaches the castle, the fabric will make the Prince suspect the Guilderians have abducted his love. When he finds her body dead on the Guilder frontier, his suspicions will be totally confirmed.”
“You never said anything about killing anyone.” Ivan stares at him.
“I've hired you to help me start a war. That's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition.” He places a hand on his hip as he speaks.
“I just don’t think it’s right, killing an innocent girl.” He shakes his head slightly. Lovino gets in his face, clearly angry.
“Am I going mad or did the word ‘think’ escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.”
“I agree with Ivan,” Antonio comments as he hops into the boat, pushing them off. Lovino’s rage grows by the second.
“Oh! The sot has spoken! What happens to her is not truly your concern—I will kill her—And remember this—never forget this—when I found you, you were so slobbering drunk you couldn't buy brandy! And you!” He turns on Ivan. “Friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed in Greenland!” He glares at them for a long moment, then storms off. He doesn’t go far, since they’re on a ship. Antonio, who had gotten closer to Ivan after the insults, tries to relieve some of his stress.
“That Lovino, he can fuss.” Ivan looks thoughtful for a moment, repeating the word to himself.
“Fuss… Fuss… I think he likes to scream at us.”
“Probably he means no harm.”
“He’s really very short on… charm.” Antonio smiles at him.
“Oh, you’ve a great gift for rhyme.” Ivan smiles back.
“Yes, some of the time.”
“Enough of that!” Lovino cuts in.
“Ivan, are there rocks ahead?” Antonio’s voice is somewhat excited.
“If there are, we’ll all be dead.” He’s feeling much better now. Good.
“No more rhymes now, I mean it!” Lovino snaps at them.
“Anybody want a peanut?” Lovino half groans, half screams.
~
“We’ll reach the Cliffs by dawn,” Lovino declares to Antonio. The Spaniard nods, glancing back. “Why are you doing that?”
“Making sure nobody’s following us.”
“That would be inconceivable.”
“Despite what you think, you will be caught. And when you are, the Prince will see you all hanged.” Sigrid’s voice rings out. Lovino turns to give her a stern, cold look.
“Of all the necks on this boat, Highness, the one you should be worrying about is your own.” Antonio continues staring behind them. “Stop doing that. We can all relax, it's almost over-”
“You’re sure nobody’s following us?”
“As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways, inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done. And no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast.” He pauses for a beat. “Out of curiosity, why do you ask?”
“No reason. It's only, I just happened to look behind us, and something is there.”
“What!?” They whirl around, staring behind them. It’s hard to see; the moon is behind clouds, leaving it nearly pitch black. The wind whistles, and the waves pond. It almost seems ominous. Antonio, Ivan, and Lovino all squint into the darkness. It becomes strangely eerie. Then, the moon comes out, revealing a black sailboat with a billowing black sail, far away. It’s getting closer though. “Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise. At night. Through eel-infested waters.” There’s a splash behind them; it’s Sigrid, who’s dived into the water and is frantically swimming away. “Go in, get after her!”
“I don’t swim,” from Antonio.
“I only dog paddle,” Ivan mentions, waving his hands in the air slightly as an example.
“Veer left. Left. Left!” Sigrid swims as fast and as silently as she can, hoping they don’t catch up to her. The wind stops, and the lack of it’s whistling allows a strange shrieking noise to make its way to her ears. She stops in fear, only moving to keep herself afloat. “Do you know what that sound is, Highness? Those are the Shrieking Eels—if you doubt me, just wait. They always grow louder when they're about to feed on human flesh.” She stays silent as the shrieking gets louder. “If you swim back now, I promise, no harm will come to you. I doubt you will get such an offer from the Eels.”
The sound gets louder, but she doesn’t make a sound. Something huge slithers behind her. She suppresses a shudder, but refuses to reply. She’s terrified, and blind—she left her glasses on the boat—but she knows going back will lead her to a fate just as bad, if not worse. One of the Eels starts circling her, and she minimalizes her strokes. They swim directly toward her, and she’s certain this is the end, she’s going to be eaten alive. A mouth opens, the Eel shrieking louder yet at her, and she’s about to be bitten, when an arm hits the Eel, easily knocking them out. The arm grabs her, lifting her back onto the boat. “Put her down! Just put her down!” Antonio points behind them again.
“I think he’s getting closer.” Lovino ties Sigrid’s hands together as he speaks.
“He’s no concern of ours. Sail on!” He looks back at Sigrid with a sneer. “I suppose you think you’re brave, don’t you?”
“Only compared to some.” She stares at him, showing no fear. Ivan places her glasses back on her face when Lovino withdraws from her. She thanks him quietly.
~
At dawn, they’re being closely trailed by the black sailboat. “Look! He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using?” Antonio inquires.
“Whoever he is, he’s too late!” Lovino points ahead of them. “See? The Cliffs of Insanity.” They’re incredibly tall, and they surge straight up from the water. Antonio navigates the boat in closer, but the black boat is coming toward them fast. “Hurry up! Move the thing! Um! That other thing! Move it!” He screams at Antonio, who manages to get them to the cliffs first, and they hurry off as Lovino speaks again. “We're safe—only Ivan is strong enough to go up our way—he'll have to sail around for hours 'til he finds a harbor.” Antonio places a harness on Ivan, and wraps straps around Sigrid and himself expertly. Lovino does his own, and they start up a rope, tied to a rock at the top, Ivan carrying all three of them.
A man in black hops off his boat, abandoning it without a second though, but Ivan is already a third of the way up. It seems impossible to catch up. Or, perhaps not. He climbs up the rope quickly, getting closer to the four. “He’s climbing the rope. And he’s gaining on us,” Antonio muses.
“Inconceivable!” Lovino pokes Ivan, who speeds up. The man in black comes closer and closer by the second. “Faster!” He screeches.
“You were supposed to be this colossus! You were this great, legendary thing! And yet he gains.”
“Well, I'm carrying three people. And he's got only himself.”
“I do not accept excuses!” He shakes his head. “I'm just going to have to find myself a new giant, that's all.”
“Don’t say that, Lovino. Please.” There’s pain in his voice. His arms slow a bit, as he’s getting tired. The man in black gains still.
“Did I make it clear that your job is at stake!?” A few tense moments pass, and he pulls them over the cliff edge. Lovino leaps off of him, pulling out a knife. He starts cutting at the rope, tied around a heavy rock. Antonio helps Sigrid to her feet, watching her push her glasses back into place when she’s standing. Ivan stands there, waiting for someone to tell him what to do. He glances at the ruins nearby; they remind him of Stonehenge, though he thinks they might have been a fort at one point. The man in black is very close now, but Lovino manages to cut the rope before he can make it to the top. It glides across the ground, toward the cliff edge, being dragged down by its own weight. Antonio, Ivan, and Sigrid stand by the edge, looking down at the man in black, clinging for his life on the jagged rocks. It becomes apparent he’s wearing a mask over his eyes.
“He has very good arms,” Ivan observes, talking to Antonio. He sounds impressed. Lovino turns toward them, stunned and outraged.
“He didn’t fall? Inconceivable!” Antonio looks at him.
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” He glances back down. “My God! He’s climbing.”
“Whoever he is, he's obviously seen us with the Princess, and must therefore die.” He points his dagger at Ivan. “You, carry her.” He turns to Antonio. “We'll head straight for the Guilder frontier. Catch up when he's dead. If he falls, fine. If not, the sword.”
“I want to duel him left-handed.”
“You know what a hurry we’re in!”
“Well, it's the only way I can be satisfied. If I use my right—tch—over too quickly.” Lovino groans, walking briefly away from him.
“Oh, have it your way!”
“You be careful,” Ivan tells him, coming closer. “People in masks cannot be trusted.”
“I’m waiting!” Lovino calls. Ivan nods, and hurries after Lovino, carrying Sigrid. Antonio watches them until they disappear, then looks down at the man in black. He watches for a bit, then starts pacing, shaking his hands. He practices some of his fencing skills, and looks back at the man in black when that’s not enough to distract him. He’s not much closer to the top. He walks away, then comes back, impatient.
“Hello there.” The man in black glances up, grunting slightly. “Slow going?”
“Look, I don't mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks. So I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't distract me.”
“Sorry.”
“Thank you.” Antonio steps away again, practices a few thrusts, then re-sheaths his sword, looking over the edge fervently. “I do not suppose you could speed things up?”
“If you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope, or a tree branch, or find something useful to do.” He struggles a bit as he climbs, but there’s no question that he’ll make it to the top.
“I could do that. In fact, I've got some rope up here. But I do not think that you will accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you.”
“That does put a damper on our relationship.” He continues climbing, raising up a bit from a good hold.
“But I promise I will not kill you until you reach the top.”
“That’s very comforting. But I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait.”
“I hate waiting,” he grumbles out. “I could give you my word as a Spainard?”
“No good. I’ve known too many Spainyards.” He grunts as he searches around for another place to grab.
“You don’t know any way you’ll trust me?”
“Nothing comes to mind.” Antonio raises his right hand high, eyes glossing over, voice serious.
“I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive.” Silence falls between them heavily. Then, barely above a whisper, the man in black speaks.
“Throw me the rope.” Antonio hurries to the large rock, untying the rope as fast as he can. He hears the man in black slip, but he knows he’s still there. He scrambles back to the edge and throws one end of the rope down to him. The man grabs hold of the rope, and Antonio pulls on it as hard as he can, walking steadily backwards. He watches the man in black come into view, and he pulls him to safety. “Thank you,” he huffs out, pulling his sword. Antonio holds up his hand.
“We’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“Again, thank you.” He sits atop the boulder the rope is tied around. He tugs off his long leather boots, tapping them to get the rocks out. There’s more than a few rocks, and most of them are big. He stares at them, amazed. Antonio notices he has gloves on; he stares at them.
“I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?” The man in black looks up, obviously bewildered by the question.
“Do you always begin conversations this way?”
“My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man. He was a great sword maker, my father. And when the six-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before he was done.” His demeanor turns sorrowful. He offers the sword to the man in black, who examines it closely, clearly impressed.
“I have never seen its equal,” he declares as he hands it back, being cautious of the heartache looming around them.
“The six-fingered man returned and demanded it, but at one-tenth his promised price. My father refused. Without a word, the six-fingered man slashed him through the heart. I loved my father, so, naturally, challenged his murderer to a duel. ...I failed... The six-fingered man did leave me alive with the six-fingered sword, but he gave me these.” He gingerly touches two scars; one on each cheek. Solemnly, the man in black looks at him.
“How old were you?”
“I was eleven years old. When I was strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing. So the next time we meet, I will not fail. I will go up to the six-fingered man and say, ‘Hello, my name is Antonio Carriedo. You killed my father. Prepare to die.’” His voice is soft, almost a whisper. The air is heavy, but not completely oppressive.
“You’ve done nothing but study swordplay?” He shrugs lightly.
“More pursuit than study lately. You see, I cannot find him. It's been twenty years now. I am starting to lose confidence. I just work for Lovino to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.”
“Well, I certainly hope you find him, someday.”
“You are ready, then?”
“Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair.” They rise, and walk toward the ruins.
“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.”
“You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.” The man in black pulls his sword as he replies.
“Begin!” They fight far away from each other. Every time one goes in for a hit, the other counters perfectly. They begin to circle each other, moving about the ruins. They feint a few more times, then decide that’s enough teasing. Their swords clash, the gap between the noise shortening each time they strike. Antonio manages to run the man in black up a rocky hill. “You're using Bonetti's defense against me, ah?” He’s absolutely elated at that.
“I thought it fitting, considering the rocky terrain.”
“Naturally, you must expect me to attack with Capo Ferro.” His fighting style changes with his words.
“Naturally.” The man in black struggles with the shift, but only for a moment. “But I find Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro, don't you?” He jumps down from the hill, Antonio’s eyes following him.
“Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa.” He hops off the perch, somersaulting over the man in black’s head, and lands facing him. “Which I have.” They swing and feint and glide gracefully over the rocky terrain, never once stumbling. One gains the upper hand over the other, but it isn’t long before it’s lost. They go back and forth like this, both obviously experts. Finally, the man in black is able to back Antonio toward the Cliffs of Insanity, closer and closer to his death with each step. “You are wonderful!” He’s awfully chipper, for someone so close to death.
“Thank you—I’ve worked hard to become so.” He forces Antonio closer to the edge by the second.
“I admit it—you are better than I am.” But he’s grinning.
“Then why are you smiling?” He’s a step, maybe two, from falling off the cliff.
“Because I know something you don’t know.”
“And what is that?”
“I am not left-handed.” He tosses the six-fingered sword into his right hand, and the battle shifts in his favour. The man in black desperately tries to keep him by the cliff’s edge, but it’s no use. He has to retreat. Antonio’s sword is merely a blur, it’s moving so fast. He backs the man in black up some stairs, and he stumbles backwards onto one. His sword strikes close, but it misses.
“You are amazing,” he concludes, finishing climbing the stairs.
“I ought to be after twenty years.” Antonio pins the man against a stone pillar. The top layer is forced off, over the cliff.
“There’s something I ought to tell you,” he grunts out, struggling against the sword.
“Tell me.” It comes out confidently.
“I am not left-handed either.” The man in black shoves him back, and makes a show of switching his sword into the other hand. Within a matter of seconds, the six-fingered sword is knocked out of his hands. Antonio retreats frantically, diving from the stairs to a moss-covered bar between an archway. He swings for a moment, then lands, grabbing his sword. The man in black flings his sword, and it sticks into the ground, exactly next to where Antonio landed. He jumps onto the bar, rotates around it, then lands next to his sword. He plucks it out of the ground effortlessly, striking a little pose.
“Who are you?”
“No one of consequence.”
“I must know.”
“Get used to disappointment.” Antonio shrugs a bit.
“Okay.” He starts the fight again, moving fast. They go back and forth, Antonio countering a slash he hadn’t been able to before, feeling proud of himself for remembering the man in black’s body language for that move. The sword is knocked out of his hand, arching through the air. He casually positions himself below it, and catches it flawlessly. He’s going to lose. He knows he is. He becomes desperate, fiercely swinging his sword at his competition. The man in black catches onto his desperation, and takes a moment to tease him. He swipes at Antonio’s hair, startling him enough to give him an opportunity to knock the six-fingered sword out of his hand. He stands helplessly for a second, then falls to his knees. “Kill me quickly.” There’s raw emotion in his voice. Fear, sorrow, regret...
“I would as soon destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself. However, since I can't have you following me either,” he knocks Antonio in the head with his sword handle, and he falls unconscious. “Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.” He runs over to his scabbard, picks it up, and runs after the Princess, Lovino, and Ivan.
#hetaliamondaychallenge#unfinished#but I will finish it#aph hetalia#The Princess Bride crossover#aph SuEng
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HMC- Music is the language of feelings
@hetaliamondaychallenge
Here’s my other one for today! This completely got out of hand, I had no intentions of it being this long, but here we are. This one follows the prompt a bit more loosely, but it’s still there if you squint!
Pairings: Triangle poly pairings this time! FinGerPan, and mentioned DenPruCan
Warnings: Alcohol mentioned briefly, a makeout session, lots of sexual stuff, but no actual sex. I can’t believe my ace self made something this risky 😂
(Kiku’s accent is PRECIOUS. Though I don’t feel like I did him justice 😭)
Tino flushes slightly when Kiku places a hand on his thigh. He sends a half hearted glare at him, glancing around the meeting room to make sure no one else knows what’s happening. Once he’s certain the action has gone unnoticed, he lays his head on Kiku’s shoulder to quietly scold him. “What do you think you’re doing? You know we’re both going to be incredibly embarrassed if anyone sees your hand there.” There’s a gentle squeeze from Kiku.
“No one wirr notice. Rudwig won’t ret them.” TIno laughs softly. He doesn’t want to know what Kiku knows about Ludwig to be able to blackmail him like that,—it’s definitely blackmail, there’s a gleam in his eyes—but he’s thankful for it.
“If you’re sure,” he hums out, straightening himself back into a sitting position. He places a hand on top of Kiku’s, and focuses his attention back on the meeting. Most everyone looks bored, as it’s been going for a few hours, but it’s close to the end. A few of them even come out of their imagined worlds to stare at the clock. Gilbert looks the most excited. Tino isn’t quite sure why he comes to the meetings anymore, but figures it’s to help him feel included.
“Dismissed,” Ludwig finally says, causing most everyone to jump up.
“Vait guys! Everyone ist invited to a party at mine und Ludvig’s house!” The younger German sighs, but doesn’t complain. They must have talked it over already. Good to know Gilbert doesn’t always do without thinking first. Tino was starting to wonder.
“Yeah! Party!” Mathias tosses an arm over Gilbert’s shoulder. Tino rolls his eyes slightly, smiling at his antics. He looks over at Kiku apologetically.
“Mathias is likely going to drag Lukas, Emil, Berwald, and I to the party. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I don’t think I have much of a choice.” Kiku smiles sweetly at him, and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear.
“I don’t mind coming with. We can sneak off to be arone together.” Tino’s face lights up. That sounds wonderful. Suddenly, he’s excited for this party.
~
Kiku takes Tino’s hand and leads him to a quiet room a decent distance away from the blaring music. They can still hear it, but it’s more of a background noise now. Kiku spins around Tino, laughing, and they launch into a dance that doesn’t match the upbeat music from a few rooms away. But they don’t care. They’re with each other, and that’s all that matters at the moment. Except… They both feel like something is missing. Tino is the first to voice it. Well, this time. It’s a conversation they’ve had in the past. The context changes depending on the situation they’re in, but the main point never differs. “I wish we had a third person to dance with.” Kiku smiles sadly at him, and leans in to kiss his cheek.
“I do too.” He presses their foreheads together, sorrow flitting around in his chest. He knows Tino feels it as well, judging by his stiffness. He always goes stiff when he’s thinking about this. “We wirr find someone.” He gives him a reassuring smile. Tino smiles back at him, but it’s not as confident as his boyfriend’s. “Maybe we can find someone here.”
“You really think so?” He perks up, smile brightening a bit. They’ve both wanted to add a third for so long. He furrows his brows slightly. “But who?” Kiku presses his lips to Tino’s lovingly, trying to stop him from overthinking.
“We don’t have to worry about that right now,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Ret’s just dance together. I have a srow dance song prayrist on my phone. I made it just for us.” Tino’s chest warms with happiness. He grabs Kiku’s hand and squeezes it.
“That sounds absolutely amazing, Hani muru (Honey crumb).” The shorter man blushes, and hurries to pull out his phone. He places it on the floor nearby, and starts the playlist. They’re all slow love songs, and they both love every second of dancing together to them. Even if neither is very confident in his dancing abilities. Each and every lyric is special to them.
When the playlist ends, they’ve gone from elaborate dancing to slight rocking while staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At least an hour has passed, if not two, but the sudden lack of their music reminds them of the party happening beyond their personal bubble. The music is still going, though it’s much more relaxed than it was when they started the songs that drowned it out. Kiku picks up his phone, frowning a bit at his battery percentage, and pockets it. Tino wraps an arm around his waist and kisses the top of his head. “That was wonderful. Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”
“I wirr cherish it forever.” Tino smirks, a thought coming to mind. “What’s that rook for?”
“We could make it even more of a night to remember, you know.” He lightly flicks Kiku’s waistband, causing him to flush crimson. “Only if you want to, of course.” A quick nod is all it takes for him to pick his lover up and press him against the wall, kissing him needily. Kiku wraps his legs around his hips, and tangles his hands in his hair. Tino’s hand finds its way under the fabric of his shirt, and he gasps when he feels fingers brush over his nipples. This gives the taller of the two an opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth, which he gladly takes.
The wall they’re on shifts, and they realize too late it’s actually a door. They tumble out into the hall, on top of someone. Kiku squeaks indignantly, blushing even harder at the warm, broad chest now pressed against his back. Tino pulls away from the kiss slightly to see just who interrupted their makeout session, scowling a bit. His expression quickly turns to an apologetic one when he sees Ludwig beneath them. He hurries to scramble off of them, tugging Kiku up with him. “Mr. Germany!” The dark haired man yelps, hiding his face in Tino’s chest. He wraps his arms around him protectively, eyes narrowing.
“Why aren’t you watching your brother? You wouldn’t want him getting too drunk.”
“I could say ze same zing about jou vith Mathias!” There’s still shock on his face, but at least he mostly has the blush under control now.
“Berwald is watching him.” Your move he says with his eyes, clinging tighter to Kiku.
“Berwald got drunk und passed out an hour ago. I zink Mathias vas driving him mad. Lukas is vatching Arthur, Gilbert, und Mathias now. Vhat are jou two doing, making out in my study?” Is that where they were? Tino hadn’t bothered to look around. He was too enchanted by Kiku. He huffs slightly, shaking his head.
“We escaped from the party when it first started. It’s nicer here. Berwald passed out? I have to tease him about that later!” Ludwig furrows his brows slightly. He runs a hand through his hair out of habit to fix it, and Kiku notices he looks a bit more disheveled than usual.
“Zat doesn’t answer my question as to vhy jou vere making out.” Tino’s anger comes back, but he doesn’t let it show. Much.
“Be glad you came in when you did. A minute later, and you would have seen more.” Kiku whines loudly, embarrassed. He whispers into his love’s ear, as quietly as he can.
“Don’t terr him that! And don’t ret me think about that. I used to want him to make me scream until I went hoarse.” He raises his brows, glancing up at Ludwig. He’s definitely handsome. And muscular.
“I can see why,” he whispers back. “Though I would rather make him scream himself hoarse.” The noise that comes out of Kiku is a mix between a giggle and a gasp. Ludwig stares at the two of them, perplexed.
“Vhat are jou saying to him?” Kiku hums in thought. After a moment, he brings his mouth back up to Tino’s ear.
“So we’re agreed, then? We try to bring Rudwig into our rerationship?” He nods, laughing a bit when Kiku smiles; it tickles against his ear.
“Oh, nothing much. Just how it would be nice to make you scream as you make Kiku scream.” Ludwig’s face goes pale, then red, then pale again. It stays there for a few seconds, before deciding red is where it wants to be. “We’re polyam, you see. We’ve been looking for a third person to bring into our relationship.”
“We won’t pressure you into it, but the option is there if you wourd rike to take it.” Ludwig stares at them for a long moment, running their words over in his mind. Polyam. Gilbert has taught him about that. It’s not something he’s against, but he never would have thought he would be invited into a relationship. He’s had a mild crush on Kiku for years, but didn’t say anything because he’s with Tino. The Finnish man is attractive enough. A bit chubby, but so is Kiku, though maybe not quite as much. Apparently he has a type. But it’s the other thing he said that brings him pause.
“Vhat do jou mean, make me scream?” Tino’s eyes glint, and he licks his lips.
“I'm not submissive. Not in the least. I don’t plan on ever being submissive. But you still have an opportunity to be dominant.” Kiku perks up, and smiles brightly at him.
“I wirr submit to you! Of course, we aren’t going to be strictry sexuar. We both want someone to be with emotinarry too. Though sex is rather nice.” Tino nods his agreement.
“We want someone to love, more than we want anything else. Think about it. We’ll wait for you, Ludwig.” He winks at him, then gently tugs Kiku elsewhere, so they can finish what they started. The German stares after them, mind racing.
~
“I zink jou should do it.” Gilbert is upside down on the couch, head on the ground and feet dangling over the back, where his head should be. “It’s really eye opening. Jou don’t realize how closed off ze human views ve follow are until jou defy zem. Zis ist ein I vould recommend defying. Ve’re practically immortal beings, Vest. If most humans can’t go zeir lives loving ein, how are ve supposed to? It’s so freeing to be in a non-monogamous relationship. Look at Mathias, Matthieu, und I! Ve’ve never been happier. Ve love each ozer so very much.” His voice clouds over with emotion. “I’m gonna go call zem. I miss zem.” He somersaults off the couch, and practically runs to his room. Ludwig blinks after him. Well, that’s not the answer he was hoping for, but probably the answer he needed.
“I can do zis,” he mumbles to himself, walking to the landline. He knows it’s not very practical nowadays, and he doesn’t use it very often, but this feels like a special moment. One that would be enhanced by one of his special occasion habits. He dials the number to Kiku’s house without a second thought, having memorized it long ago. He just hopes that’s where they’re at today. Thankfully, he’s in luck. The line clicks alive, and Kiku’s voice comes through.
“Herro? Rudwig? Why are you calling the landline?” Ah. He meant to call his cellphone, but that’s not the one he has memorized. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head quickly.
“Nein! Nozing is vrong. I just… Is Tino zere vith jou?”
“Mm, he is.”
“Can jou put me on speaker?”
“One moment.” There’s a shuffling, and Ludwig takes a deep breath. This is it. This is his opportunity to back down. “Okay. Say what you wanted to.” Or continue forward.
“I’ve zought about jour offer. A lot, if I’m being honest.” It’s been a little over a month since that interaction, and he’s barely slept from thinking about it so often. Mostly, he’s been fantasizing what it would be like. At first, he thought they might all link hands as they walked, but GIlbert informed him that leads to bumping into things. More accurately, they would switch who was in the middle every time. And, though he didn’t want to think about it because of his uncertainty in it, he’s thought about how sex might work. Between him and Kiku, him and Tino, and all three of them. He’s certain all three will leave him feeling safe during such a vulnerable act. That’s something he’s always worried about, at the back of his mind. If he’s safe or not when he’s being vulnerable like that.
“You have?” Tino’s voice asks. It’s a bit further away than Kiku’s, slightly muffled, and his mind immediately goes to the gutter. He’s probably just cuddling a stuffed animal! He doesn’t believe that, but he repeats it to himself mentally.
“Ja. Und…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He so desperately wants to, but he can’t. What if they’ve changed their minds? What if they do get together, and he messes it up?
“Rudwig. If you’re worrying, don’t. We wirr teach you anything you want or need to know. And we haven’t changed our mind. If anything, we want you to join us more.” It’s unfair, how Kiku always knows what he’s thinking. But it settles his unease enough for him to say it.
“I vant to try. Danke for jour vait. I know zat must have been bozersome.”
“Not at all!” Tino’s closer to the phone now, and his mouth is full, which doesn’t help Ludwig’s dirty thoughts. “It can take a long time to decide if polyamory is worth trying. I’m just glad you are willing to give it a chance.”
“Hai! I’m happy you want to try! We both are!” He giggles. “We were just about to go on a romantic vacation. Wourd you rike to go with us?” He feels his face heat up. A romantic vacation? He really shouldn’t… He has tons of work to do. But his body tingles warmly at the thought, and he knows there’s no use fighting what he wants.
“Zat sounds wonderful.” He lets himself smile freely for the first time in a long time. Maybe Gilbert is right. Speaking of Gilbert… He rolls his eyes at the music drifting from his room. It’s an incredibly sappy love song, likely coming from Matthieu’s end of the three-way call, but it makes his heart even lighter. The perfect song for the perfect moment.
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HMC - “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
@hetaliamondaychallenge
Here’s number two! Gah I’m so late. I still have one to write as well. I figured I should probably post these two close together since they use Albert and Alrik (OCs).
Alrik is the personification of Fika. It’s a wonderful Swedish tradition, I recommend looking into it. He’s loud, expressive, energetic, brash, and a sweetheart (in his own way). However, he’s got sensory overload, which has a big part in this. It’s also important to note Norway gave him a ring after the last coffee ban in Sweden ended, and he wears it on a ribbon around his neck. There’s a significance behind this ring, but it’s not important to this story. Possibly the MOST important thing about this is his main pairing is Italy. He’s absolutely in love with him. BUT I’m also a big fan of alternate pairings, and that’s what this is. If you can’t handle reading bad qualities about him, maybe don’t read this. I had to use those to convince Alrik to choose Lovino (who I’m REALLY starting to love pairing with him, help.) He also doesn’t like that Germany is so close to Italy, so he picks fights. This results in Prussia stepping in like the good big brother he is, and it almost always gets physical.
Pairings: OC x South Italy/Romano
Warnings: Cussing, beginning of a fight, mentions of wanting to strangle but never doing it, very slight sexual innuendos
Alrik smiles sweetly at Feliciano, waving after him as he leaves. The moment he’s out of sight, his expression falls to one of sorrow. Lovino nudges him, trying to get his attention. “I know you came to visit him, but we can still have fun together, can’t we?” The corners of Alrik’s mouth quirk up slightly, but not enough for it to be a smile. He looks up at the Italian, nodding solemnly. Lovino ruffles his hair, successfully pulling a laugh from him.
“Hey! Stop that! It takes a lot to get my hair to look presentable!” He sticks his tongue out at Lovino, smoothing down his hair in a desperate attempt to fix it.
“I can’t help it. It’s just so tempting. You’re so small!” Alrik huffs loudly through his nose, and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I’m only about ten centimeters shorter than you!” Lovino raises a brow at him, mouth pulled up into a smirk. “...And five centimeters shorter than Kiku.”
“There it is. You’re short. But it’s cute. Don’t ever tell anyone I said that.” His cheeks tint pink, and he looks away. Alrik presses a hand to his mouth.
“Nej one shall ever know. Not even through torture. I’ll take it to my grave!” He falters at the word, but only for a moment.
“I’m not sure anyone would be brave enough to torture you after hearing your growl,” he comments, opening the door to the house. “Let’s play some games or something. It’ll help to take your mind off Vene leaving so soon. I told him you were coming over! I don’t know why he left like that.” Lovino’s curl bobs in annoyance. Alrik catches it between his hands, making sure not to tug on it.
“It’s fine. He’s probably got more important things to do.” He sighs sadly, then shakes his head. “I’m not too upset! I get to play games with my friend! Race you to the couch.” He releases his curl, and takes off.
“That’s not fair! You’re faster than I am!” He runs after him, rolling his eyes when he sees him sprawled on the couch, shoes kicked off and controller in hand. The console is already booting up. “Make yourself at home,” he mumbles, grabbing a controller for himself. He sits next to Alrik, leaning against him slightly. It’s his way of offering comfort without having to say anything embarrassing. Judging by the way Alrik visibly relaxes, it’s working.
~
Lovino groans loudly when his cell phone rings, and pauses their game of Mario Kart. He answers it begrudgingly when he sees who’s calling. “What do you want, Antonio? I’m sort of in the middle of something.”
“Ah, mi amigo! Can you open your door? Francis, Gilbert, and I are coming to visit! Gil says Ludwig went out with your brother, so you’re all alone right now!” Lovino glances at Alrik. Sure. Alone. “We’re less than a minute away, so hurry!” His curl starts to sway with agitation.
“You’ll get the door open when I’m finished jacking off!” He screams into the phone, then hangs up. Alrik snaps his head around to him, eyes wide. “I’m not actually going to, don’t worry. I just wanted to make that asshole uncomfortable. Let’s finish our level.” The shorter man nods, and turns his attention back to the television. He sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration, and Lovino unpauses the game. They both wreck immediately, but get back on course after that. Lovino wins, with Alrik a close second place.
“I’m always so close! Teach me how to winnnnnnnnnn,” he whines out. The Italian chuckles, and stands.
“I wouldn’t be able to win if I taught you how though. I’ll be right back. I have to get the door for Antonio.” He rolls his eyes, and goes toward the door. Alrik puffs his cheeks and sticks his tongue out toward it jokingly. When the door opens, his heart sinks to his feet, and his expression falls into a carefully neutral one. Gilbert sees him before anyone can say a word.
“Vhat ist he doing here!?” He points an accusing finger at Alrik.
“Playing Mario Kart. If you don’t like it, then leave.” He flops onto the couch, feet toward the ceiling and head touching the ground. The air in the room grows tense, and he closes his eyes tightly. He *can’t* face Gilbert without his brother nearby. He knows he won’t stop, unless he’s pulled away from him and restrained. No one needs that today.
“Gil. Non. Take a deep breath.” There’s heavy steps, and Alrik is yanked into a standing position. He sighs, readying himself for a fight. “Gilbert! Listen to me! Your brother isn’t here. Don’t start anything. Don’t let your need to protect him overshadow the fact he’s not even here.” Alrik gives him a pleading look.
“I really don’t want to fight today. Please. I just want to have fun with Lovino.” He lifts the shorter man off the ground, sneering at him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Oh yeah? Vhat are jou going to do?” Alrik growls in the back of his throat. It’s quiet at first, but it quickly gains volume. It sounds just like Berwald’s growl. Gilbert goes pale—well, paler than usual—and throws him to the ground. “Vhat ze hell! Jou’re not a personification! Jou’re a-”
“That’s enough. If you’re going to start a fight because he’s here, then you can fucking leave! You’re the one that showed up unannounced! Alrik is supposed to be here! And, if you want to go into even more detail, your brother showed up out of nowhere and whisked my brother away! Alrik came to hang out with both of us! Not just me! So this is your family’s fault!” He shoves a finger in GIlbert’s face. “Got it?”
“G-got it,” he stutters out as he stumbles backwards. Lovino nods in satisfaction, and turns to Alrik. He furrows his brows when he sees he’s still on the ground, face hidden.
“Hey. Are you alright?” He kneels next to him, placing a hand on his back reassuringly. “It’s under control now. No one will hurt you. I promise. If they even try, they’ll have to answer to me.” He sends a glare in Gilbert’s direction. Alrik wiggles his hand off, and curls in tighter on himself. Oh. Shit. “This is your fucking fault, you stupid potato bastard! I hope you know that! No one touch him. I’ll be right back.” He runs to his room, looking around frantically for a comfort object. He grabs one of his pillows, and his blanket. He returns to Alrik’s side, and wraps the blanket around him carefully. “You’re okay. Take deep breaths. Count to ten and back. Focus on things that make you happy.” He keeps his voice a whisper, so as not to overwhelm him anymore.
“What happened?” Lovino decides he’s going to kill Antonio. He places the pillow down, and stalks over to Antonio, yanking him into the kitchen by his ear.
“Your stupid idea of bringing Gilbert here set off his sensory overload, you idiota!”
“He has sensory overload?” Lovino forces himself to take a deep breath instead of strangling him then and there.
“Sì. Do you even know who he is?” Antonio stares at him for a moment, then nods. “Good. At least you’re not completely incompetent. He has sensory overload because of his past. Don’t bring it up.” He turns, and walks out of the room. He’s glad to see Alrik sitting on the couch now, blanket wrapped around him and pillow in his arms. He buries his face in the pillow when he sees Lovino, and takes a deep breath. “Shit,” Lovino whispers under his breath. Francis takes his wrist and pulls him into the kitchen.
“You have feelings for him, don’t you?” He tenses, and shakes his head frantically. “You’re denying your feelings even though it’s safe to tell me. Why?”
“He has feelings for Vene. I won’t get in the way of that.” Francis stares him down uncomfortably. When he’s sure that’s the reason, he speaks.
“But how does your brother feel about him?”
“I don’t see how that-”
“Lovino.”
“He sees them as close friends. Nothing more. He wouldn’t treat him right anyway! Alrik needs too much reassurance. I love Vene, but he enjoys being the center of attention too much to be able to care for him properly.” He unclenches the fist he hadn’t realized he made.
“And what about you?”
“I think you already know.” He glances toward the couch, even though it’s through a wall.
“I do. You de-escalated the situation, and the moment you knew he was overwhelmed, you got him some comfort items. He’s definitely in love with the wrong Vargas.” Lovino looks away from his intense gaze.
“There’s nothing I can do about it. He’s loved Vene for too long.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. He’s bound to realize you’re better for him sooner or later. Maybe sooner, now that you’ve stood up for him against Gilbert. Those two have had a quarrel going for quite a while. Do you think it could have anything to do with your brother?” Lovino grimaces.
“Probably. They only fight because Alrik upsets Ludwig, and Gilbert’s a protective older brother. He might be picking a fight with Ludwig over…” He can’t finish the sentence. It hurts too much. Francis nods. Instead of continuing the conversation, he pulls him back into the room with the other three.
“I think you should tell him how you feel. You might be surprised with how he responds. Remember, I’m dating his brother. He talks a lot about him.” That only helps to reassure Lovino slightly. But it’s a start, he supposes.
“You four can play. I’ll watch.” He sits next to Alrik, smiling at him when he peeks out. He giggles, and hides his face again.
“We can share a controller. Let’s alternate turns! Then you can show me how to win!” He lifts his head up, and smiles brightly at him. “Unless you want those three to beat us?” He hugs the pillow close. Lovino realizes he’s sitting with his legs crossed, feet tucked under him. He wants to squeeze his thigh, but he doesn’t. That doesn’t stop him from imaging it though. Especially considering Alrik is wearing shorts. They’re not too short, but they’re not too long either. And they’re tight enough his thighs are struggling with being contained by them. This is most noticeable where the shorts end, and there’s a bit of pudge poking out. Tauntingly. He forces himself to look away.
“I’ll teach you how to win against them, but not me. How does that sound?” He nods, humming happily.
“I can deal with that!” He giggles, and leans against Lovino. He hands him the controller, and stares at his hands.
“You need to watch the screen too. I’ll explain it to you.” He ignores the smug expression on Francis’ face. This doesn’t prove you know anything.
~
“I think you’ve actually gotten worse.” Alrik sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.
“Teach me hands on, then! It’s easier to learn when I’m being controlled.” That statement shoots straight down Lovino’s spine, into his dick. He steadfastly ignores it. Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio all whistle.
“Jou heard him. Control him, Lovi.”
“Oui. He did tell you to, after all.”
“I have to agree with them, mi amigo! There’s only so many ways to interpret that.” He’s going to strangle all three of them. Preferably in their sleep. He glances over at Alrik, whose face is as red as an overripe tomato.
“I-I didn’t mean-”
“I know, I know.” He pulls the Swedish man into a gentle hug. “My acquaintances just like making sex jokes.”
“Ouch. Zat hurts. Jou don’t even consider us friends?” Lovino glares at Gilbert.
“Not if you keep making him uncomfortable.”
“Oh gut. Ve’re still friends, zen!” He blows a playful kiss at him. “Love jou!”
“I’m ignoring you until this next round is over.” He looks at Alrik again. “I’ll help you navigate. Can you press the speed?” He nods happily.
“Mmhmm! I think so! Just tell me if I need to let off!” He crawls into Lovino’s lap, snuggling back into his chest. “So you can move my hands better,” he explains as the Italian’s brain short circuits. He looks at Francis for help, but he’s too busy whispering to Antonio and Gilbert. Probably catching them up on his feelings. Great. He’s very glad he didn’t decide on shorts today. He wouldn’t be able to coax himself into focusing if that were the case. As it is, he’s having trouble navigating them through the selection menu. Alrik smells like coffee, cinnamon, chocolate, and marzipan. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way. Well, maybe not entirely. He wants to taste him now, which is *not* a thought he should be having with Alrik sitting on his lap. “I wanna do Moonview Highway!”
“That one’s got-” He sighs. Alrik’s already picked it. “Traffic in it.” The man on his lap shrugs, and tilts his head back to look at him.
“You can still help me win, can’t you?”
“Of course I can.” He smiles reassuringly at him. “But look back at the screen please.”
“Okej!” He wiggles a bit, obviously excited. Lovino mouths ‘help me’ at the others in the room, but they pretend not to see him. His joking consideration of choking them quickly becomes more serious. The moment the course starts, Alrik has his tongue stuck out in concentration. Thankfully it’s not very distracting. He wiggles because he’s not very good at aiming at the arrows though. “You stupid arrows! I’m supposed to run over you! Lovi!”
“I’m trying. You have to stop tilting the remote so much. A little goes a long way.” After that, he lets up on turning so much. But his wiggling doesn’t stop. It’s going to be the death of him. He huffs angrily when he comes in fourth, and hands the controller to Lovino, but doesn’t get out of his lap. He leans back against him, flush with his chest. “Are you just going to stay there until you get good enough to beat them?”
“Ja! Of course. I don’t see the point in leaving your lap and coming back a few minutes later. Why not just stay? I promise I won’t get in your way!” That’s not what I’m worried about. When the round starts, he quickly figures out his half-erection isn’t going to stay a secret for much longer. Stop moving so much! Thankfully, Francis sees his distress, and asks Alrik if he can speak with him alone. Once they’re in the kitchen, he raises a brow at him.
“Are you aware of what you’re doing to Lovino?” He gives him an innocent smile and shakes his head. “I’m not buying that. There’s mischief behind your eyes.”
“Of course I know what I’m doing. I’ve suspected he’s had romantic feelings for me for awhile, but I couldn’t be sure. But then I saw you looking smug that we were so close. I thought for a bit after that. Lovino’s always here for me when Feli hurts me. He doesn’t mean to, but he does. And Lovi’s helped me through more than one Sensory Overload episode. He’s so patient with me. I could never thank him enough for that.” He brings his hand up and tugs lightly on the ring tied around his neck. He bites his bottom lip as well. Both are nervous habits of his. “I dunno. I guess… I guess I thought I should start trying for him instead. But he’s so damn oblivious! That’s something those two have in common.” He grimaces. “I can’t believe I spent all those years loving Feli, when I had someone better for me right there. I must be oblivious, too.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Also, you’re telling Lovino how you feel right now. Lovino! Come here, please!” Alrik’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head frantically.
“I-I c-can’t. Please! P-please d-don’t-” Lovino walks into the room. He runs over to Alrik when he sees him, and hugs him tightly.
“Hey. Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. Use me to ground yourself.” He glares daggers at Francis. “What did you do?”
“I apparently set off his sensory overload? I’m not sure how.”
“Were you distressing him?” Francis bows his head guiltily. “Idiota! That reminds him of the outrage at the coffee bans. He was stressed when it was happening, so it’s an indirect link to his hearing sensory overload. Rik, I’m right here. I won’t let you go. Feel free to squeeze me as tight as you want. Anything to help you calm down.” Alrik takes a few deep breaths, calming down a bit more with each one. “That’s right. A few more. Then look at me.” He takes three more, then focuses on Lovino. “Better?” He nods, giving a tiny smile. “Good.” He pulls away from him, and glares harder at Francis. “Why were you stressing him out?”
“I think you should tell him that thing we spoke about earlier. The situation has changed.” Lovino looks down at Alrik, and frowns. He wipes away his tears carefully.
“There. All better. It never happened. And I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Francis.”
“Oh for the love of-fine! Have it your way!” He shoves a hand into his pocket, and pulls out some mistletoe. He places it over their heads, staring both of them down. “Kiss. You’ll both enjoy it.”
“Francis, don’t be ridi-” Lovino is cut short by a solid tug on his collar, and lips pressed against his own. It quickly turns to a French kiss. Alrik pulls away much too early, wiping at his mouth.
“Why didn’t you do that to begin with? I swear, I don’t know what my brother sees in you!” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you’re my boyfriend now, Lovi. If you want to be. Will you be? I would like that very much.”
“If you would like it, then I would be honoured. Why the change of heart?”
“Feli has never looked at me the way you do. And I like having someone that’s able to ground me if I get overwhelmed. I think he would freak out.” Lovino kisses his forehead.
“Perhaps. Thank you for choosing me.” Alrik looks away, cheeks flushed.
“Those aren’t the only reasons I chose you! I’ll tell you the rest when we’re not in the company of a well-meaning idiot.”
“I deserve that. But it got you together, didn’t it?”
“Ja. Now never do it again.” He snarls slightly. “As for us, I think we have a game to play together. Can I stay on your lap? I promise not to move around so much this time.”
“Move around as much as you want. Just don’t complain if you feel something.”
“I won’t.” Alrik takes his hand, and drags him back to the couch. Francis follows after, shaking his head.
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Basically these retards for the ones sending people off of Black ships and what they're saying is that it's on the other side of the Sun and we can't see what's going on and that they're the ones who are finding us off so if you put one and one together Trump and company might be the ones taking the black chips they're bothering the s*** out of our boy here CAA to no end he's pulling his hair out saying I almost killed that idiot Dan. If he had hit me I was going to hit him as hard as I could as many times as I could until the stupid f****** son of a b**** shut up is what he was thinking cuz I can't stand it at all I'm under the gun all the time and then this f****** password tell me kicked out of the house out of time's house the King of everything burned him in bed and nobody can figure it out so we're going after this fleet and we're toasting it and it's going and it's a city they're getting toasted I'm going to have to go after Trump in his game even if they don't control the stupid lectures so I'm ordering it now
Mac Daddy
We're ordering it now as well if we're the ones that went after the flagships which one was had to we can't let Trump do or say anything he's witness if anything and yeah it's true 100% and he's harassing on Sunday because of that and or you know he has a bunch of them maybe we don't think so if that's what he
Thor Freya
Receptor who are you off before the black ships were in the solar system and off Saturn and we're having people fly out there and we could see them fly out there so I'm pretty sure we took them over and handling the boy rough because he's sitting there telling us off and he doesn't care about it for some reason he's getting us eliminated and it's upsetting us but we're asking for it it says nobody says that to me I'm going to provide s*** for you is f****** idiots doing stupid things to me all the time and we got that you can't get blood from a stone and the computers won't do it and we're stupid and we'd fall for a computer too so I don't know what to say my son Dan will not stop and he's an idiot but he says just don't worry we're going to stop him back is too everybody's going to stop you now the sort of getting the math so I understand it being huge assholes and they're in his face we don't understand what we're saying no it's just a matter of being in charge
Trump
and he says if you're in charge you should be like math but instead you're like this child who's screaming and yelling so someone comes over and kicks the s*** out of you like the max being you said you were keeping them out and ask billion they said ships were going by then you said you're on those ships once again you f****** never know who's on the shipment at all and it could be you or it could be cork or it could be mad you never have any f****** clue when someone asks you just like at work and hold us you never knew what the hell was really going on honestly you had to reach out and threaten and get someone to tell you HMC too you really had no clue a lot of the time sometimes this b******* if you abusing me because you have no f****** clue and you can tell you can say whatever you want I'm sick of you you know you two are going back and forth you and Mac go get a f****** room okay or I'm going to take care of both you in a whole lot of you will be gone the foreigners are already doing it there's really no point to say you're just sitting here bothering me now when the foreigners are wasting every single f****** one of you both. In charge of what you say that you think that you're getting the Black ships or you know you tell the Black ships what to do and they do it or they don't you're either the one doing it or a scapegoat either way if you're a scapegoat the black strip should be doing what you want if you're not you're full of s*** and you should know it for yourself
Zues Hera
So I got to tell you I'm starting to understand what you're saying what is it really going on what's really the situation I don't really have a great way of telling that's bad he says it's bad a lot of people say it's bad with body language and what he's been saying is this down syndrome and they get lured into going up there and going these ships and they don't know how to keep people out and they can't stop from being infiltrated and you can't stop from being destroyed and that's been going on so you go out there and you're approaching these black ships with these new small ships and you think you're going to just walk straight in there what happens with the black ships that are supposedly inactive cuz someone said they are I heard there's a battle with a whole bunch of like a million Black ships
Zues Hera
So the Black ships go out there and we battle them and we destroyed them even the new ones that you say you can't see cuz I can see them
Trump
So now we're getting somewhere but why does it make you a boss you're seeing their mishandling I'm freaking real bad in front of yourself out of sleep idiots doing it
Mac
You look bad as well maybe we're both equal and power
Trump
I'm trying to catch something from him it's on the other side of the Sun and I have any more time for this they're just going to harm me and bring me the trial these two goofballs so we don't know what you're doing Trump but you keep on resisting and saying that you have everything and being the big boss so you have to cut you down because you're too big for your britches you're in my face harming me your entirely provino's face harming him you're kicking our boy out and has no place to go and you're in his way everywhere he goes it's you and your s*** heads you start doing that again we're going to start getting rid of you things we're doing it now cuz you're in this way ing any other way of him getting houses housing you're ridiculous okay you're threatening one guy who's valuable to us and you're ruining a jeopardizing your entire plan because of some sort of personal issue you have you're moron and you have absolutely no right to do so
Mac
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