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BPP, sorry if you've answered this question before but what is your best song from Face?
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I’ve had a rethink. I think Face-off is now my favourite song on the album.
Set Me Free Pt 2 is still top 3, but Jimin’s enunciation on Face-off brings a smile to my face every time I hear it because that man is too damn sassy for his own good lool.
In the latest Suchwita episode, Hobi revealed that Jimin practiced live singing six hours everyday before and during FACE promotions.
Six hours. Every day.
That made me pause. I started thinking about everything that happened during FACE. I don't talk about this at all here because I won't ever share personal pictures and I know I was incredibly lucky and many other people here likely deserved to see him before I did, but I saw Jimin live during his very first shows for FACE.
He was so happy. The joy on his face and the way he worked the crowd... like a fish in water. He gave some of the best performances of the year during FACE promotions. The whole project and the thoughtful way he went about promoting the album, is noteworthy.
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(You should watch this if you haven't already)
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But then I remembered the BS, the way k-pop stans reacted to the album, to the MVs, to the encore stage, the way BTS akgaes indulged in their sociopathy on his account, how BigHit failed (the anger Jimin biases feel is justified but some of y'all are wallowing in it). I remembered a few of Jimin's Wlives, how so much has been going on for him this year, and then tried to fit 6 hours daily practicing into it...
I have to stop myself when I think about Jimin. He has such latent intensity, like a glamour, a force field around him... it's like a black hole that sucks everything, including you, into him and his world. It scares me.
I know I whine about Jimin biases but y'all amaze me ngl. It takes a special fortitude of heart to bias Jimin. This post already sounds incredibly effusive, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say he's a truly beautiful person. It's almost as though the world does not deserve him. It's impossible to not love him, desire him, care for him... want more sooner for him. I see all that, but I also see that man is stubborn as fuck.
He took his time to start work on his solo album. The middle of the Vegas concerts is when he said he suddenly came to his senses, shook himself out of that trance, and earnestly started putting together the FACE project. He'd written songs before, but FACE was its own thing. The personal stories he chose to communicate, the care in lyricism and production, the quality... Jimin created art in FACE and trusted that those who care for nothing but the best, will love it.
That's sexy, but the way he went about it also betrays a conservatism in him. It's a shadow of the edge in him, that thing about him that causes a tinge of anxiety when you watch him too closely.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense, but what I mean to say is you need a special kind of courage to bias and love Jimin. I recognize that. When I write what I do here, I always remember that. I also have very little respect for solos. And those two sentiments aren't mutually exclusive.
But taking it back to Face-off, my favourite thing about it is Jimin's sense of humour and skill coming through in the song, as well as how he enunciates his words. To really hear the switch in his tone, you need to stream in this order:
Like Crazy > Alone > Set Me Free Pt 2 > Face-off
By the time you get to Face-off, Jimin's voice has already gone through every variation possible, but then he brings out a tone I've heard only one other artist do well (Rihanna), and that tone is disgust.
Pure, refined sass. And he's already got the sauciest voice in k-pop.
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The melodic and tonal choices Jimin makes at these timestamps fucks with my head:
1:53 - 2:08;
2:16 - 2:25;
2:41 - 2:56....
(lol, at this rate you might as well just listen to the whole song again.) Jimin is fantastic in the whole thing.
Europe is where Jimin belongs, but America would eat Jimin up too. The country already does if we're being real, America already loves Jimin. But given the right concept, Jimin would devour because he always does, and the world should get to see it. I hope I get to see more of it. As I've said before, if you feel inclined to communicate that to BigHit, I strongly suggest you do.
During Suchwita, Hobi showed how he's planned content for fans almost years in advance. It's possible Jimin does this too, planning music and content for fans to see months later... (So we might not learn why he went to London, for months...)
Yeah... I don't have the strength of heart to bias Jimin. Good luck to y'all.
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Anyway, sorry I rambled. Face-off is a really good song and Jimin did an excellent job on it. The whole project is very good so I can't wait for the next songs we get from him. Shit can't get worse than BB deleting D2C sales so on the bright side, we can only go up from here, and for Jimin who already owns the record as the first soloist in history to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, up will be a good spot to be.
Stream Like Crazy, Seven, All Day, and HUH?!
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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers
Episode 1 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 2 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 6 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here
Episode 9 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Apologies for the late posts, A LOT happened like Arleen Sorkin's passing and Kamen Rider Geats ending. So I needed to take a break, but I am back. SPOILERS if you havent seen episode 8 obviously.
We start things off with the captured villains letting out of their prison. We got Silver Banshee, Roundhouse, Heatwave, Livewire, and then eventually we seen Ivo/Parasite and Mist who luckily escaped and is trying to get his friend and sister back. I talked more about in their respective episodes so if you want to read up more about them click on their names.
Task Force X/Suicide Squad is known for exploding the heads of their prisoners teammates if they fuck up a mission (you might have seen it in the live action movies, animated movies, or even read the comics) and MAwS solution to not have it be so gory is to use shock collars.
Cut to Clark who developed super hearing and has not slept for a few days and is on caffeine so he can help the people of Metropolis. The idea of Superman 24/7 has been thrown around in the comics for a while usually saying no Clark deserves a break. He needs to be Clark and not Superman when he can get the chance. If you want to check out the comics that does it I recommend reading Superman #296 to 299 (1979), Who Took the Super out of Superman by writers,Cary Bates, Elliot S. Maggins, penciler, Curt Swan, inker, Bob Oskner, colorist, Carl Gafford, and letterer Ben Oda.
We see in the hologram projector/data sphere thing that Lois took from the League of Lois Lane's displaying Overman wrecking the city. I talked more about him here
We then see Perry asking Lois to help out with Vicki Vale who is asked to be a guest writer on the Daily Planet, we later see in the ep that she's got ulterior motives for this. I talked a bit about her here. In the comics Vicki is usually a journalist for the Gotham Gazette and is sometimes in a relationship with Bruce Wayne. Her comic counterpart is usually very ethical when it comes to journalism much like Lois Lane, but here in MAwS, she's very conniving. Never meet your heroes sometimes I guess, huh MAwS Lois?
Lois talks about the things Vicki wrote for the Gazette and name drops Queen Industries. If you know your DC universe, that is the last name of Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow.
Oliver Queen and Roy Harper aka Speedy, make their first appearance in More Fun Comics #73 (1941) co-created by Mort Weisinger and George Papp who did the panel here. Robin Hood was an obvious inspiration for Oliver in terms of design but also his ethics in a sense. Despite the wealth, Oliver would be left wing and fight for the people arguably more so than Bruce Wayne. You can see in the panel that Oliver doesn't have his signature goatee you'll see that happen later when Neal Adams pencils Ollie in the Brave and the Bold #85 (1969)
who also redesigned Ollies costume too. Check out Green Lantern/Green Arrow series to see Oliver's liberal stances on what was going on in the world in the early 1980s. Nowadays, Oliver's been redesigned to to wear a hood instead of the Robin Hood cap, but he's still the left wing hero that we adore
Fantastic cover to the 80 years of Green Arrow hardcover book by Jim Lee, Scott Williams, and Alex Sinclair.
The Falcones get a mention as one of the stories Vicki Vale wrote about. The Falcones make their first appearance in Batman #405 (1987) created by Frank Miller and David Mazzucchelli in the Batman Year One storyline.
The man with the pipe in the second panel, by Frank Miller, David Mazzucchelli, Richmond Lewis, and Todd Klein, is the head of the head of the Falcones, Gotham's biggest mob family, Carmine "the Roman" Falcone. He and his family gets expanded explored in Batman: The Long Halloween. Both it and Batman Year One are fantastic reads, highly recommended.
The Gotham Gazette, and in a roundabout way, Gotham, gets a name drop from Perry White. The paper make its first appearance in Batman #4 (1940) and Vicki Vale is employed by them as the photojournalist.
Perry asks Lois and Jimmy to help Vicki out with a story about smearing Superman and they decide to interview people. First up is Captain Immonen who Clark saved in episode 3. The captain's last name is a reference to...
comic book artist, Stuart Immonen. He's worked on various Superman-related titles like Action Comics or the Adventures of Superman.
Probably the Superman book I enjoyed his work in, and highly recommend checking out for everyone who reads this is, Superman: Secret Identity (cover art here by Stuart Immonen) with writer Kurt Busiek about a teen who happens to be named Clark Kent in his world where there are no superheroes, only in the comic books, but somehow slowly develops powers on his own. Very cool non-canon story that is a fresh take on the Superman mythology.
The next interviewee I have to assume based on the credits at the end of the episode is, Mrs. Quietly who is a reference to...
comic book artist, Frank Quitely. You may know his name on the New X-Men with Grant Morrison, but in terms of Superman, he was the penciler for All-Star Superman (cover by Frank Quitely and Jamie Grant)...
the comic series that got an animated movie adaptation and will be the inspiration for the upcoming Superman: Legacy live action movie. The book has Superman dying thanks to Luthor and has Clark live out his final days saving the world and the future in a sense one last time. It's a great read! And speaking of Grant Morrison...
Grant Morrison got their reference through the name of a pawn shop in Metropolis.
Grant Morrison, fantastic writer, has worked on a lot of comics. As mentioned before Morrison worked with Frank Quitely on New X-Men but in terms of Superman, is best known for writing All-Star Superman with Quitely. Both have also worked on Batman and Robin together and equally great series if you want to see Dick Grayson as Batman try to wrangle in Damian Wayne as Robin.
We see Lex Luthor Alex here as the final interviewee who says Superman is a menace for ruining his job and destroyed the building he worked in. Will he lose his hair and go into business? I don't know, but when Alex gets a confirmed last name, most likely Luthor, I'll take more about him.
Later in the episode we seen screen names, LoriLemaris59 and Bibbo87 streaming videos of Superman getting his but handed to him by Task Force X. Both names are references to characters in the Superman comics.
Lori Lemaris first appeared in Superman #129 (1959) by Bill Finger, Wayne Boring, and Stan Kaye. She and Clark met in college where she posed as a wheelchair-using student and both took interest in each other, however when they're out on dates, Lori would cut the date short because of her mermaid nature. Clark tried to propose to her, but she turned him down because both are from two different worlds and it wouldn't work out. She also knew Clark was Superman because her people could read minds but she's totally cool with keeping it a secret for him. Jimmy, in MAwS, mentioned mermaids, but I did not want to point it out until we get a Lori Lemaris reference in and lo and behold it came true!
The other name is a reference to Bibbo Bibbowski one of the supporting cast for Superman.
Bibbo Bibbowski makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #428 (1987) by Marv Wolfman, Jerry Ordway, Tom Ziuko, and John Costanza. Superman arrives at the Ace O' Club's bar asking for information on Perry White's son, Jerry who was kidnapped. Bibbo, thinking Superman is just some guy in a costume punches Superman, gets his hand busted, and finds a new respect for him.
As mentioned before Task Force X is out to capture Superman as he and Mist try to save his sister and friend, but it turns out they are more than willing get revenge on Superman for their freedom. Even though in this universe they are Task Force X, a majority of the team is made up of Superman villains so in a sense you can make an argument that this is a Superman Revenge Squad. The first use of the team name is from the silver age, in Superman #94 (1961) where the squad was a group of aliens. The Superman villains teaming up together to get revenge on Superman first appeared in the Adventures of Superman #543 (1997). Parasite (Rudy Jones), who was part of that team, shares names with a Superman villain in MAwS here.
I think someone on the MAwS team is a fan of the X-Men arcade game cuz Livewire flies the same way Magneto does in that game.
Again very sorry for the delay in this, but if you made it this far down, be sure to check out my other posts about the easter eggs in My Adventures with Superman:
Episode 1 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 2 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 6 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here
Episode 9 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here
#my adventures with superman#Superman#Clark Kent#Lois Lane#Jimmy Olsen#Siobhan Mcdougal#Roundhouse#Rough House#Mist#Kyle McDougal#Intergang#Heatwave#Mick Rory#Livewire#Leslie Willis#Anthony Ivo#Parasite#Task Force X#Overman#Vicki Vale#Green Arrow#Oliver Queen#Carmine Falcone#Stuart Immonen#Frank Quitely#Grant Morrison#Silver Banshee#Lori Lemaris#Bibbo Bibbowski#MAwS
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The Witches and Wizards Job 7-8
Around this point I actually read back and asked myself, "Is this moving too fast?"
Then I remember the speed at which a Leverage episode actually moves and the kind of beating Harry usually picks up each book, and went, "Nah."
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The divide between magic and technology is a known quantity. Every wizard knows to stay away from most mechanical things; the more complex they are, the more likely they were to break. The more powerful the wizard, the quicker it was gonna happen. Even knowing these things, I hadn't realized how deep that boundary ran until I tried to find out anything about my prospective employers.
If it had been a magical entity, a spell, an artifact, between Bob and I we could have probably found out at least the basics, but Bob couldn't find out anything about the Leverage people. I wasn't crazy enough to try and scry something in Boston, never mind the range.
All I could tell was that Leverage was, apparently, a purely mundane affair. Based in Boston as they were I didn't doubt they'd run themselves into something other that the average human, but as the afternoon dragged on I began to realize I was going to have more luck finding out what, rather than getting any sort of information on whatever Deveraux and Ford actually had going on.
A smart man would have said no on principle. What little I could find out told me that if things had gotten so bad that an entirely non-magical outfit like Leverage had come looking for a wizard, then they were bad enough that walking away unscathed to enjoy that absurdly large paycheck was not guaranteed. Not even 50/50 odds.
But 50/50 was still better than no odds at all.
And I hadn't lied when I told Deveraux that I'm a curious man.
She'd written a number on the back of the card. Not a hotel, so they could have been anywhere. I eyed it while I called Butters and asked him to look after Mister while I was away. Then I called it.
"Harry." Deveraux actually sounded happy to hear me; it was refreshing.
"Train. The older the better," I told her. "That applies to any tech you want near me, too. Mouse comes with me."
"Yes, of course."
"The daily fee is… good." My voice cracked a bit despite my best attempt at sounding like it was not a holy-heck amount of money. I cleared it. "It's good. But I can't go longer than a week. One week and I'm coming back home, even if your problem's not solved."
"That's fine."
"And I need a basement."
"A b… A basement?"
"It's contained in case something bad happens."
"Ah." The fact she didn't ask questions told me containment was a common concern in both her line of work and mine. "Anything else?"
"I can't think of anything off the top of my head. I'm sure something will come up." Something did almost immediately. "A full briefing as soon as I'm there. No secrets, no lies. If I find out you've lied to me, I'll leave."
"We'll tell you as much as we know," she assured me, and I found myself believing her. "Welcome to the team, Harry."
It felt weird to be welcomed, to be made to feel as if I were part of a team that actually wanted me there. "When do you think you'll have everything ready?"
There was laughter in her tone. "When do you think you'll be packed?"
Three hours later I was at Union Station, being escorted off the oldest VW minibus in existence and onto a rail car that apparently I had all to myself, like something out of an Agatha Christie book. I'd packed Bob, my tools, a quick-spell kit, any books I thought might help, and a change of clothes. Mouse looked mournfully at me as the train began to move, and I couldn't blame him; it felt as if I were leaving a piece of myself behind.
I knew Chicago. It was home. I knew the people, the streets. I knew its seasons, its weather. I knew the hangouts of most of the dangerous creatures in it, both human and inhuman. I knew every layer of it, every mood, every current.
I knew very little about Boston except that it was a supernatural melting pot. Most creatures that crossed from the Old World or from Other Places and didn't come through the Nevernever landed in Boston; many stayed there, made lives there. There were inhuman families that were generations old, living side by side with the descendants of human immigrants. The divide between mortal and supernatural was as thin as my willpower in Boston.
Look, Deveraux had handed me a really big number.
The train never stopped. That struck me as weird, but then I'd never traveled first class on a train before, so I had no bar for normal. I tried to sleep, but the novelty of everything wore off a couple of hours into the trip, and panic began to settle in. What the hell was I doing? I was Chicago's wizard, not Boston's!
Well, it was done. The AC broke about halfway through the trip, but with the windows open I never even noticed. I got my books out and read, trying to give myself a crash course on the magical scene in Boston, so to speak. Mouse took over one of the windows and seemed to have forgiven me, head thrust out into the wind of our passage, jowls flapping and the plume of his tail wagging sedately. He scared the crap out of the one person I did see, a young man who brought me breakfast and lunch, somehow still warm.
The sun had just set when the train pulled into the Back Bay. I could feel the air buzzing all around me with an imperceptible, invisible charge, the ambient energy of hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of supernatural creatures crackling against my senses. I felt both supercharged and itchy, and Mouse shook himself furiously when we finally made it off the rail car.
There was a man waiting for me on the concourse. He was tremendously solid, the sort of build I used to wish for when I was young, heavy muscle under a worn leather jacket, faded blue jeans and comfortable curb-stomper boots. He had long, very fine brown hair and oddly guileless blue eyes. He had stubble matching mine and he straightened up from his lazy slouch with the ease of someone perfectly at peace with the world around him.
I couldn't see the bulge of a gun anywhere, but I was pretty sure this was Leverage's heavy hitter.
Then he grinned at me, and his whole face lit up, and I thought maybe I was wrong. "Dresden?"
"That's me," I admitted.
He offered his hand without hesitation. "Eliot Spencer. Eliot's fine. Sorry to drag you so far from home."
This man was a walking contradiction. His hands told me I was right. His attitude told me I was wrong. He was the nicest, friendliest man with violence as his main occupation that I'd ever met up to that point in my life. He meant every word of his apology. He was sizing me up for threats.
Belatedly, I realized that Boston was literally supercharging me. My senses, both magical and normal, were trying to run away with me. I had nothing else at the moment; I clung to the hand Eliot Spencer offered, to the strength in it. "Oh, you didn't, not really. Too curious for my own good. Give me a second, would you?"
"You ok, man?"
"Just a little… drunk on the night air," I said, knowing how that had to sound to him.
I was not expecting the change that went over him. It was seamless, instantaneous. One moment Eliot Spencer was welcoming me to his home like a ray of sunshine; the next he was all deadly intent, a sort of quiet, intangible menace radiating from him like the darkest light. "A problem?" he asked mildly.
It told me two things; one, that I was right after all and two, that whatever had brought me to Boston was big enough to have this calm, steady man on a hair-trigger. "No, it's…. Boston's busy. Boston's real busy when it comes to magic. It hangs in the air, makes it thick, and it's giving me a head rush."
"Chicago's not like that?"
"No. The Lake grounds it. Water's good for that."
"I could take you by the Charles if it would help - hey!" And just like that the ray of sunshine was back when Mouse came trotting back from wherever he'd gone to take care of his business. Eliot dropped down to a crouch. "Who's this, Mouse, I think?"
"Yeah. Just watch out, he's not always -" Mouse, tail a blur, charged the Leverage man with a delighted huff and proceeded to lick anything Eliot didn't vigilantly protect, making him chuckle. Well. That was new. And good news for me. "Friendly. He was also a lot smaller when he was a puppy."
Eliot straightened up, rubbing Mouse's head with rough affection. My dog looked blissful, tongue lolling to one side. "Bait-and-switched you, huh."
"It might've been, if he'd given me any choice in the matter."
"He's big for a Tibetan Mastiff," Eliot pointed out. "Wrong color, too."
"He's not. He's a Tibetan Temple Mastiff."
Again that brief pause. Eliot looked down at Mouse. Mouse looked up at him.
The Leverage man grinned again and rubbed Mouse's ears. "Eh, he looks dog enough for me. Anyway. If you're feeling better, let's get you settled. I rented a van."
"Cars get temperamental with me around."
"Dresden, if you can break down a u-Haul, I'll believe you're a wizard no further questions. Where's your luggage?"
EIGHT
Apparently the Leverage people weren't unfamiliar with what happened when you put magic too close to tech. I was put up in their 'temporary' quarters, a small house a lick away from their actual place of business, a loft over a bar by the incredibly Irish name of John McRory's Place.
The house was nice. It had a fenced yard that Mouse promptly claimed as his own and a finished basement that I promptly claimed as my own. The bedroom looked suspiciously like someone had ordered it directly from a catalog, sheets and all. The only other rooms that were accessible were one bathroom and the living room, which had been set up as a meeting area of sorts. The kitchen was empty. The other rooms were full of crates.
There was dinner from the pub waiting for me that night, and a phone in a manila envelope. I offered to share my beer with Eliot; the phone died with a sad little squawk before we finished it.
"That's gonna make things hard," he admitted wryly, examining the dead screen of the phone. "I take it a bluetooth's out of the question?"
"The more parts to it, the quicker it goes."
I saw him get very thoughtful. "What about size? The bigger it is?"
"How big are we talking about?" I asked mildly, sensing a chance to finally get some information as to what had brought me to Boston.
"TV screen," Eliot answered without hesitation, then spread his arms. "Yay big."
"What were you doing at the time?"
"Trying to get a composite from a bunch of blurry pictures."
"What happened?"
"It cracked." He grinned wryly. "Top to bottom. We took that thing out to the recycling in two halves." His jovial mood faded. "I don't like the look on your face right now, Dresden."
"You shouldn't." I was trying to think of creatures that could shatter a screen like that, with just their image, without actually being there. It was a short list; it was also a very scary list. "It wasn't anything else, it had to be the picture?"
"The man who works our tech is the best, hands-down. His equipment doesn't blow up like that without a good reason," Eliot said calmly, then put his hands up. "Wait, no, I'm supposed to let you rest tonight. You're gonna hear all this tomorrow morning anyway."
"I did nothing but sleep on the train ride," I told him. I won't lie, it felt nice to know the Leverage outfit, whatever their business might be, gave enough of a damn to give me the night to myself. Most people who hire me for that kind of money expected 24-7 service, never mind what kind of shape I might be in at the end of the day. "Tell me what you can."
He gave me one of the few measuring looks I've ever gotten that didn't have my harm at heart before he made a decision and tipped his head toward the pub. "Come on."
"Mouse, watch the place." Mouse flopped in front of the door and settled down with a yawn.
The front of the pub was roaring, but we came in from the back. Eliot knocked softly on a door, poked his head in and murmured something to someone in there. I caught a faint whiff of something sweet, almost like licorice - probably a storage room, and a bottle of liquor had broken and been cleaned up. Eliot got his answer; he closed the door and we moved on. He peeked out into the main floor and called out something I couldn't hear over the noise of the crowd before heading to a pair of elevator doors.
I stopped walking. "Uh…"
He paused, turned, and led me to the stairs, grinning. "You know, I don't even think about most of this stuff. Tech's embedded so deep into our lives."
"I just wish for a hot water heater that didn't break in under a week," I told him.
"Yikes."
"Yup."
"Just keep your distance from Hardison's tech," Eliot warned me as he led me into a vast, elegant little loft. The bare brick walls had paintings on them that looked… modern. Expensive. I didn't know enough about art back then to appreciate what they were. A spiral staircase led up to what was probably a bedroom, and behind it was a typical modern kitchen. Most of the open space was taken up by a very modern, very sleek meeting room sort of setup, a wall full of screens and a small curve of desks before it. "He's still sore about those screens."
"Screens? More than one?"
"Yeah, a second one a day after -"
A young woman came flying into the loft. "Where is he? Where's the wizard?"
"Parker, don't -"
She whirled and faced me, and immediately made a face. "Aren't you supposed to have a white bushy beard?"
"Not for another couple hundred years."
I hadn't expected my quip to bring her up short, but it did. She seemed to really think about it, and it gave me a chance to examine her. She was young, wiry, blonde, pretty. She had the same kind of intensity Karrin had, but her focus seemed to change from minute to minute.
"Oh. I didn't think about that. There have to be young wizards to get old wizards."
"Parker." Eliot sighed.
"No robes?"
"Not if I can help it."
"Fancy spell books?"
"I do have one of those."
"Can I see it?"
"Parker, let the man catch his breath." Sophie Deveraux looked cozy and elegant and beautiful in a flowing blue blouse and a shimmering gray skirt. She beamed at me and I felt warm and fuzzy. Look, I'm man enough to admit it, I'm a sucker for a pretty lady, particularly one that doesn't want me dead. "Harry."
"Miss Deveraux."
"Just Sophie, Harry, please. Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait?"
"I'm good. I got all my rest in the train ride. Boston's full of energy, and it's making me buzzed, I rather put some of it to work, get it out of my system -"
"Why do you carry a stick?"
I whipped around. Parker had my wand in her hands.
Hell's Bells, I'd never even felt the theft. My wand, and I would have never known she'd gone for it if she hadn't said something.
Something in my face clued Sophie and Eliot that things had gone very badly, very quickly. "Parker!" Sophie cried out.
With all the care of someone handling live explosives, Eliot closed a hand over the 'stick'. "We are trying," he told her, sticking to his calm demeanor like tar, "to make a good impression, Parker."
"Oh, fine. Should I give everything else back?"
I took the quickest stock of my person I'd ever taken in my life. Immediately I found another thing missing that I would have never thought could be taken from me without my notice. How in the hell -!
"Yes!" Sophie told her firmly.
"Well, he didn't have anything interesting anyways," Parker put out her hand with my wallet on it.
And my shield bracelet.
Eliot offered me my wand back, looking sheepish. "Sorry, man."
"I just - how?" Seriously. Never mind the theft, everything was coming back to me, nothing was broken, no one was hurt, I just wanted to know how she'd done it.
"Parker is the best in the world," Sophie said, somehow managing to convey warm pride and icy disapproval all in one. Parker squirmed uncertainly. "She should also bear in mind that as of now you're part of our team, and we don't pickpocket teammates."
Parker held strong under the tone of disapproval longer than I would have. "Sorry," she muttered with ill grace.
"No harm no foul if you teach me how to do it."
She grinned, just a little. "Deal."
"Also, where should I stand so I'm as far away from anything tech-y as possible?"
"Right there." Nathan Ford had arrived, and the mask was off. He still looked vaguely friendly, a little rumpled, somewhat distracted. But there was nothing hiding the ruthless ice in his eyes anymore, or the deep mistrust in the gaze he leveled at me. I was in his world, in his domain, I was his employee. The carrot had done her job, the stick didn't have to mind his manners anymore. "Right there's fine, mister Dresden."
Ford passed everyone by and moved to the kitchen to find himself, apparently, some coffee. "Where's Hardison?"
"He said he wanted to take a few more pictures of the cylinder we found at the museum," Eliot told him. "He's in the storage room."
"What cylinder?" Something was bugging me. It wasn't big, at least not big enough to pin it down, but it was there, nagging at the back of my mind like a toothache after too much sugar.
"There was an issue at the Isabella Gardner Museum," Sophie told me. "Someone tampered with the fire suppression system. They attached some kind of homemade cylinder to the system and it started pumping something out in the air, some sort of perfume." She shrugged lightly. "We don't know why, there was no need for it."
"Perfume?"
"Yes. Fernflower."
I was running the next moment, going on a guess and a prayer. The guess was that the closed door was the storage room. The prayer was that I wouldn't be too late.
The moment I hit the bottom floor a faint reek of sweet, rotten candy and burning flowers made me reel back, coughing, my lungs burning. I could definitely smell the fernflower; worse, I could also smell night's breath. This was some deep, deep magic. Deep and old. Someone had cooked up a Burning Witchwell, and Leverage had blundered right into it. Only luck had kept any of them from being magically inclined, but that luck had run out with the fernflower.
Eliot was right behind me, and he threw a hand over his face. He snatched a bunch of cloth napkins from a nearby shelf and shoved them at me. "What is that?!"
I ran on and shoved the door open to the storage room. There was a man kneeling on the floor before a table, wheezing. The fernflower fumes burned my eyes and I actually heard my skin hiss on contact with the night's breath, but I was running on Boston air. I was so charged up I barely registered any pain.
"Venti, ventum!" I shouted. Wind poured into the storage room. Everything went flying off the shelves. I felt my magic careen out of control, as supercharged as I was, and fought to bring it back under control. I didn't want to wreck the room, I just wanted to get the man to safety, away from the fumes.
"Hardison!" Eliot had already dashed past me, catching the man. He was lanky, lean, deceptively muscled, possibly an inch or so taller than me. His skin was very dark and it had gone blotchy where the night's breath had had time to settle down and sink in. He slurred something unintelligible and squinted intently at me; I couldn't even begin to imagine what he was seeing.
"Dresden?!" Eliot asked, spitting his own hair out of his mouth.
"Go, get him out!"
He didn't question me. I could have danced a happy jig at that show of trust. I backed out of the room; I was one step past the doorway when helpful hands slammed the door shut. "Does the ventilation system here connect to the pub?"
"No, it goes straight out," Ford replied.
"Then just put some…" The borrowed energy from the Boston ambiance ran out. I felt pain creep up over any part of me not covered by fabric. "Put some…"
"Sophie, put some towels at the bottom," Ford's voice was full of calm, focused competency. "Parker, go tell the front of house no one is to come into this room until one of us says otherwise. Eliot." There was a pause. "Dresden, is a hospital going to help either of you?"
"He's fine." Oh, that was Ford's shoulder under my arm, holding me up. When had that happened? "Unless he's got magic, he's just drunk. Sort of."
"And you?"
"I'm a little blistered." I was a little more than blistered, but I had the advantage of knowing the damage wasn't real. "No hospital. A bath."
"Alright. Let's get you and Hardison up to the loft, then."
I wasn't in any shape to argue. I got shoved under a spray of miraculously hot water. Someone peeled my clothes off. At some point I realized I trusted only two people in the loft, and one of them was helping undress me. "Wash your hands," I told Eliot. "Wash the clothes."
"Can we burn them?"
"Don't burn my clothes, I didn't bring any more." I stared at him suspiciously; well, there was only one person I trusted anymore. "Tell Parker to watch my things."
Eliot offered a sound of deeply amused disbelief. Somewhere nearby a man's voice was tunelessly singing what sounded like a church song. "Drunk?"
"Intox… Intec… Sort of. Fernflower gives you magic. See things. Talk to animals. Sorta thing. But it's eph… emph…. It fades quick. You gotta lace it with… other stuff. It It wasn't the weapon, the night's breath was."
"Night's breath?"
"Old plant. Burns up magic. Night's breath was fire. Fernflower was gasoline. 's called a… a Burning Witchwell."
"You aren't breathing right, man."
"Fake. I'll be fine when my…. when my magic comes back. Easy, in this place."
"Fake damage." At that Eliot did look disbelieving. "Hurt's hurt."
"Particularly if you believe in it," I shot back, then put my head up to the spray of hot water. "Oh, that feels good."
I heard Eliot snort in amusement. "Well, enjoy it while you can. Haven't blown up this heater."
"Give me a chance, I just got here."
#leverage#nathan ford#alec hardison#sophie devereaux#eliot spencer#parker#the dresden files#harry dresden#crossover#my writing#fanfiction#urban fantasy#mild violence
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Is This What You Wanted: Part 4 | Aemond Targaryen
Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)
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A/N: Part 4 is finally here, I apologize for the delay! I’m gonna be writing daily for NaNoWriMo through the entirety of November so expect more updates weekly (I have some ideas for one-shots)! Thank you so much for reading!!!
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Relaxing on a pile of pillows on the ground, you warmed the soles of your now bare feet close to the dying fire. Uncomfortable shoes scattered across the room when you managed to lose them somehow as you were walking across the chamber, and the decorative headpiece discarded, slowly falling off the back of a nearby chair. The only sounds that seemed to echo through the now dormant castle was your laughter, amplified by the goblet of wine that had been filled and refilled multiple times over the past few hours.
Aemond stood up from his spot next to you, and you watched the pillows that had sunken into the stone floor under his weight slowly start to rise again. The fire roared up into the chimney as he added an extra two logs, wiping his hands on his trousers to clean off the shavings. He picked up the almost empty flagon of wine before making his way back over to you.
You reached your arm out to accept the wine being poured into your goblet, then waited for him to sit back down.
“Oh—oh,” you jumped up from your spot on the ground. “Do you remember when Helaena found that green beetle that couldn’t fly and Ser Criston stepped on it? I never heard her shout at someone like that before.”
“Good,” he smirked. “He deserves to be told off.”
Wine spilled over the edge of your goblet as you laughed loudly, causing you to gasp, but then switched back to laughter once more when you saw that Aemond still had the smirk on his face. You placed the goblet down momentarily and wiped your fingers on your gown, not worrying about stains since both were the same shade of red.
Refilling your cup once again, the flagon now empty, Aemond leaned over until both of your goblets were within an inch of each other.
“To our successful marriage,” he said. “And to my beautiful wife.”
“Thank you, my Prince.” You felt your cheeks redden as you clinked your goblet against his.
“Princess,” he said and put the goblet up to his lips.
You tried to hide the blush by bringing the goblet up to your lips, smiling as you sipped the maroon liquid.
The silence was calming as you both drank your wine. The fire crackled next to you, and the soft sounds of the city entered your ears. Aemond’s chamber faced the majority of the city of King’s Landing, and you heard the distant sounds of music echoing through the sandstone streets.
“Sounds like we're not the only ones celebrating tonight.” You instinctively turned your head towards the open windows as Aemond spoke. Feeling him shift next to you, you turned back around to see him standing up, his hand extended outwards. “Come on,” he said. “I'm sure we can do much better this time.”
You cringed slightly at his remark, remembering how you stepped on his toes not once but three times during your first dance. “I'm not the one who didn’t remember the steps,” you joked back but accepted his hand anyway.
Aemond led you closer towards the open window. While the sounds of the city were louder here, you still tried to stay as silent as possible just to be able to hear the music. Pulling you closer towards him this time, you felt his grip on your right hand tighten momentarily before he started moving. He had no problems remembering the steps this time as he delicately maneuvered you around the room, and you were able to avoid his toes without having to look down. The music outside started to quicken, and he obliged, spinning you around faster and making you giggle as you relished in him leading the dance. It made you wonder if his talents came from his expert swordsmanship; that was similar to dancing, right?
Though your thoughts of his elegance and poise made you lose your own balance, and on the third spin in the sequence, your back suddenly hit his chest, the impact causing you to take a quick breath. But before you could turn around to apologize, you realized that his arms had firmly encircled you.
The music still played outside but you could barely hear it over the beating of your own heart that echoed in your ears. You felt his breath on the back of your neck as he angled his head down towards you, and for a second you thought that maybe it wasn’t your own heart beating that you could hear, but his own. Leaning your head back further against his chest, you looked up through your lashes to see how close he was. His eye was closed, and you felt his breath against your parted lips now.
You hovered there for what felt like an eternity, lips barely a centimeter from each other, before he slowly started moving again.
The music playing outside did not matter anymore as the two of you were now dancing to your own melody. Swaying gently along with the breeze that entered the chamber through the open window, your back was still up against his chest, and you were sure now that you could feel his heart beating through the soft black fabric of his shirt.
You finally turned to face him after some time. His eye now open and staring deep into yours, you continued to dance as the wind picked up. You heard the fire crackle as it hit the stones surrounding it, and the same gust of wind lifted the bottom hem of your skirts. A shiver ran through you, and you instinctively moved closer towards Aemond’s body, tightening your grip on his shoulder.
“Are you cold, My Lady?” A small smile decorated the corners of his lips.
“Yes, My Prince,” you responded. “The wind seems to have picked up.”
Aemond stopped moving, and you assumed he would step away from you. Releasing you from the warm embrace in order to walk towards the grand windows and close them. But instead he brought his hand up to your chin, still holding onto you with his other hand, and tilted your head back to look up at him. The smirk on his face never faltered as he looked lovingly into your eyes.
He took a step forward, forcing you to take a step back—and then another, and another—until you felt yourself nearing the decorative half wall that separated his large oak bed from the rest of his chambers. He had dropped his hand from your chin by that point, but you were still looking up at him, not daring to break eye contact. At that moment you wanted to burn every inch of his face into your memory, as the look he was giving you was something that you had never seen before in anyone's eyes.
As you passed the threshold that divided the two rooms you instantly felt the cold wind cease. He led you backwards until you felt the solid oak hit the back of your legs, causing you to sit down at the foot of the bed.
The heavy black and red curtains that decorated the four poster bed were tied to the posts intricately, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he would close them for what happens next. You wondered if he would prefer to shroud the both of you in darkness, or if he’d rather look upon your face; a part of you wishing it was the latter.
His hand ventured across the side of your face, caressing your cheek before dropping back down to where the three clasps held your shawl in place. He unfastened each individual clasp slowly, not breaking eye contact. But you noticed that the smirk was now completely gone, replaced by a similar look to the one he gave you before he kissed you earlier that night. As soon as the third clasp was released, the shawl slipped from your frame and onto the feather mattress.
“Stand up.” Aemond commanded as he reached his hand out towards you once again. Obeying, you stood from your spot on the bed, not wanting to challenge the look that he was giving you. Your bare shoulders hit the cold air as you rose, and you watched as his good eye scanned down the length of your body, only now being able to truly take in the intricacy of your gown.
“Do you like the gown I chose, My Prince?” You asked.
His piercing blue eye shot back up to your face. “Yes,” he said. The smirk appearing again as he leaned down to your ear. “But what interests me more is how long it will take for me to remove it.”
There was no way to hide the deep red blush that instantly spread across your face this time, and he made sure of that. As soon as you tried to drop your head, his hand went to the side of your face, running his thumb over the redness on your cheek.
“My Lady,” he waited to continue speaking until you looked up at him. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman on their wedding night?” He asked gently.
You nodded your head quickly, muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ and attempted to turn your face away again, but he stopped you.
He tucked a stray hair behind your ear carefully before speaking again, his words falling to a whisper. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I promise.”
You looked back up into his eye. “I know.” Your voice sounded, barely a whisper too.
But that was all that he needed, and soon both of his hands dropped down to the ties on the front of your gown. He pulled on the ornate ribbons, releasing them slowly, and watching as the silky fabric began to slide off your shoulders, before it finally slipped to the ground, revealing the pearl white gown underneath. One hand caressing your face as he slipped the other hand in between both of you, weaving his fingers through the thin white cord which held the gown tight to your body. You felt it loosen with every tug until he pulled his hand away completely, holding the cord in his hand, now separated from the fabric. The last thing holding the soft tulle to your body was the red ribbon at the nape of your neck.
Taking one last look at you, Aemond leaned down and smashed his lips to yours. You felt his fingers pull on the ribbon, and soon after felt your gown pooling at your feet.
Deepening the kiss, a sigh escaped your lips as you reached up to run your fingers through his long white hair.
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The flickering candlelights of darkness were replaced by a soft warm hue that glowed on the outside of your eyelids. Peeling open your eyes, you realized that the warmth you felt on your face was actually the light of the morning sun entering through the still open eastern windows.
You looked around to find that you were laying down in an unfamiliar chamber, the light of the candles on the walls still quivering, melted almost entirely down to the metal spike holding them up. Blinded by the light, your attempt to take in your surroundings through blurry vision was thwarted. Shifting over slightly, you pulled the heavy covers up and over your eyes, trying your best to recall why exactly you were waking up in a strange bed.
Then the memories of the night before slowly started flooding back in, and the other party responsible for you waking up in the dragon’s den stirred beside you.
You were nervous to turn around, unsure if he was awake yet or not. And to be honest, you didn’t know which you would prefer. But you were starting to lose oxygen hiding your face under the covers, and you knew you’d have to come out sooner or later.
Peeling back the heavy sheet covering your face, you slowly moved it down to your nose—then down even further to your chin. Slowly turning your head over to the side once you felt him stop moving.
Aemond was splayed out next to you on his stomach, arm span covering at least two thirds of the bed. Only then you realized that you were cuddled up right on the edge. His white hair seemed to have wrapped its long strands across his face and neck, the hair by his nose gently lifting up and down to signify that he was in fact still breathing. You noticed that the black eyepatch was missing from his eye, but the left side of his face was buried deep in the pillow. He must have removed it at some point in the night.
Turning around to face him, you noticed that the calmness of sleep on his face erased all the signs of stress and tension that normally resided there. Reluctantly, you reached out your hand to move the stray hairs away, but as soon as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, he awoke with a start. Jumping up from where his face was planted in the pillow, he turned the left side of his face quickly away from you. But you had caught a glimpse of the blue sapphire that resided in the empty gap of where his left eye used to be, reflecting blue in the sunlight that was hitting the both of you.
“Please.” Sitting up, you reached out your hand toward him. “It doesn’t frighten me, Aemond.”
You watched him take a deep breath, and you realized how long it’s been since you’ve actually called him by his name. He closed his right eye, and turned slowly towards you, the sapphire catching the light once again. Placing your hand on his cheek just as you did the night before, you thought you could feel the deep blue color burning into your own eyes, reflecting the color back to him.
“You don’t frighten me, Aemond.” You said as soon as you saw his right eye look up at you.
You felt his jaw clench under your palm, and this time you leaned in to kiss him. The awkward positions of your bodies forcing you to adjust yourself until you were almost sitting on his lap, causing the heavy covers to drop from the tight cocoon against you. You weren’t expecting the chill that suddenly hit your body, reaching down with your other hand to lift the covers back up. But Aemond’s hand grabbed your wrist.
You felt the blush forming on your cheeks when Aemond’s eyes dropped down to scan over your body. The smirk that you had missed for the past few hours creeping up to the corners of his lips yet again.
“I don’t think anyone will be expecting us at breakfast.” Aemond said before leaning back into the kiss.
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confessions of a junkorexic
may 30, 2023 | entry #7
has it been over two months since my last entry? yes. was this absence caused by an almost three month long binge cycle? also yes.
the only reason i haven’t slammed my head into a brick wall yet is because i’ve somehow managed to maintain my weight throughout the whole ordeal. don’t get me wrong i’m still severely overweight, but i managed to avoid gaining any substantial weight during my binge episode so i guess that’s a positive? in my last journal entry (3/15/22) i weighed in at 201.4 lbs and as of last wednesday (5/24/22) i am now a whopping 201 lbs even. granted, my weight definitely fluctuated between then and now but at least i didn’t do any severe damage.
on the flip side, the binge did set me back pretty far goal wise. i told myself that i wanted to lose 50lbs by summer, but tomorrow is the first day of june and i’ve only managed to lose 20lbs since JANUARY!! i have no one to blame but myself honestly. it’s my fault i don’t exercise as often as i should. it’s my fault that i don’t possess an ounce of self control around food. it’s my fault that i spend all day feeling sorry for myself instead of getting up and doing something to change my circumstances. i’d be easier on myself if i was naive to my faults, but since i am so painfully aware of my self sabotaging, i feel like i’d only be doing myself even more of a disservice by not holding myself accountable. so for the millionth time in a row, i’m back to treating myself like a toddler. no exceptions, no breaks, no “treat days”, nothing. i’ve gotta tighten the reigns now if i want to get anywhere near my gw by the end of the year.
it’s times like this where i wonder if this attempt will be the last attempt? if this is where i stop wishing for something and actually buckle down and work my ass off to achieve it? whenever you hear people tell their stories about how they accomplished a goal they always have some “eye opening moment” that made everything click for them and gave them the motivation to follow through. i hope my moment comes soon…i need it to come soon.
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food log
breakfast
N/A (0 cals)
lunch
N/A (0 cals)
dinner
chicken caesar salad (335 cals)
snack(s)
popcorn…like a lot of popcorn (608 cals)
water w/ sugar free drink mix (5 cals)
water w/ sugar free drink mix (5 cals)
cal intake
953 cals
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daily stats
cw
201 lbs (91.2 kgs) [5/24/23]
bmi
38
steps
over 1,200 (estimated)
hrs fasted
16
days binge free
2
mood
😕❤️🩹🐋😪🍿
#its not as simple as just eating#ed bllog#tw ed diet#tw edd#disordered eating thoughts#ed but not sheeran#i wanna be small#tw ana diary#tw disordered eating#ana trigger#b!nge#confessions of a junkorexic
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Hi! I saw your requests were open and I red some of your fics and thought your writing was so good! So I thought requesting something would be fun I hope your aight with it, you may ignore this if you want
So have you ever watched victorious? If you don't I recommend it very good show there's this one episode where cat gets a butterfly stuck in her ear and when I rewatched this episode I suddenly got an idea and scenario popped up in my head
What if Solomon and mc were partners in a project they were doing for class and they have to take care of a butterfly for it and Solomon accidentally drops the little cage it was kept in and the door was got opened resulting in it getting out and they have to catch it and then it flew into mc's ear and when Solomon asks where the butterfly was in this the Convo:
Solomon:where did the butterfly go?
Mc:uh Solomon?
Solomon:yes?
Mc:I think I found them
Solomon:really where?!
Mc:I think...their in my ear...
Solomon:your ear? Are-you sure?
Mc:well I don't know maybe they fle-
And then they just start screaming and running around like a crazy person and fine when it stops
Mc:yes I'm sure..
So through out the day mc is just screaming every 5 minutes and being ok 2 seconds later until Solomon can find a way to get it out I wonder how the brothers the angels and the royals will react to this news 😂 atleast it's not one of sketchy spells again and just a big accident lmao
HELPPP THIS IS THE FUNNIEST MOST RANDOM REQUEST IVE GOTTEN- but thank you so much! I’m always glad to hear someone enjoys reading what I come up with! :)
The fact that that’s one of my favorite episodes of victorious- and this fits solomon so well 😭 i hope this writing will fit your liking!! :)
Characters : gn!reader (mc), Solomon
( all dialogue spoken from Solomon will be highlighted blue, mc’s will be regular font color!)
Genre - humorrr!! i tried to recreate the same humor that was in the episode by rewatching it, except it’s a little more dramatic and spiced up, to fit the feel of the actual environment of the devildom!
You’ve given me the butterflies!
“I still don’t understand what.. watching a butterfly and monitoring it’s daily patterns has anything to do with curses or hexes-“ you sighed, slowing down your steps as you walked down the stairs beside Solomon - your newly assigned partner for this project.
“Well, it matters since later on in the class, we’ll be practicing how to manipulate the butterfly, stuff like how to make it understand our words, control its actions, stuff like that. It’s quite easy, infact. I could teach you right here without even having to do the project, but what’s the fun in that?” He explained with a smile, as if it would be an easy A+ for the both of you.
‘You would be the one person to make it sound so easy…’ you thought, nodding along to whatever Solomon was now ranting about.
“Where would you like to do this assignment? I think the library is free.. if not, my rooms always open!” You asked him as you both approached the library to check if it had been occupied.
“Right here is fine, it’ll give us plenty of room to put everything.”
‘“Put everything”?? How much does he have planned for this.. Guess it’s a good thing he has so much knowledge on this sort of stuff, I wont have to stress about not being able to do it quickly..’
Solomon handed you the little container that acted as the cage for the butterfly as he held the library’s door open for you. You bowed slightly, murmuring a ‘thank you’ and handed the cage back to him since you were afraid of accidentally letting something happen to it.
while walking inside, You set your drawstring bag down in front of the dragon designed table and sat down on the ground. Solomon sat beside you, setting the cage on the edge of the table.
“So, where should we start? I have the paper we need to fill out the questions for if you wanna start with that-“
You were interrupted by a slight thud and Solomon gasping. The handle of his small briefcase had gotten caught on the edge of the cage, causing it to fall to the ground.
You heard Solomon swear under his breath, both of your eyes going wide and frantically getting up to try and catch the butterfly that was now fluttering all around the room — and quickly.
“I can’t reach it! It’s flying too high for me..” you groaned, practically jumping in the air to catch it.
Solomon sighed and looked up, tracking the butterfly with his eyes.
“Me too.. we’ll just have to wait until it lands..”
“Can’t you.. control it with one if the hexes you know or something??” You asked.
“Not when I can’t have a focus on it.. I have to be able to focus and see the butterfly in order to take control of it.. and it’s quite hard to when its flying everwhere around the room..” he chuckled reluctantly, rubbing the back of his neck.
The both of you continued to search around for it, attempting to catch it in your hands if it came closer to either of you, but to no avail, every chance was unsuccessful.
Until…
Yelp-
You squeaked, shuddering as you felt one side of your ear tighten with a tickling sensation.
You rubbed your ear, feeling your heart rate increase. ‘My ear must just be itchy.. that’s probably it.. there’s no way the..” you knew what you were telling yourself a lie, you clearly felt the small butterfly touch your skin and it scared you.
Solomon must not have noticed, since he was still looking around the whole library trying to find the flying insect.
“Mc- I can’t see it anywhere, it might’ve landed somewhere we can catch it, have you seen it?” He asked you.
You just sat down, a nervous expression taking over your face.
“Uh.. Solomon..?” you looked up at him.
“Yes? What is it?”
“I think I found it…”
“… really? Where? I didn’t see it anywh-“
“I think it’s in.. my ear..”
His eyes widened, eyebrows coming closer in confusion.
“Your ear?? Are- you sure..??”
“Well- i don’t know.. i might’ve felt it but maybe it flew som-“
You yelped out again, screaming and hitting your ear as you felt the butterly flying around, almost like it was trying to escape, but it all it did was feel more and more uncomfortable.
But the next second, it stopped and you were completely fine.. so you stood there. Your hair was disheveled and your hand was over your ear, scared that if you moved it, the butterfly would move around.
“…yep. i’m sure..” you panted, glancing at Solomon with a weirded out look.
As the day went on, you couldn’t get a moment of peace. If the butterfly wasn’t flying around, exploring… whatever was in your ear -not that you wanted to know- then you just couldn’t stop thinking about it. And when it was bothering you, you’d just scream and end up hurting yourself from hitting your ear.
“Mc! I have an idea: what if I lured the butterfly out, like.. they’re attracted to sweet things, right?” Before you knew it, Solomon pulled out a banana, unpeeling it and bringing it towards your ear. “Here pretty butterfly~ come on out now”
You looked at Solomon like he was crazy, but you couldn’t say anything. What if this actually somehow worked? You’d just be happy to have it out of your ear.
But.. if only Diavolo and Lucifer hadn’t just walked by you and Solomon, making the situation ten times more awkward than it already was.. I mean, one of the most powerful human sorcerers was holding a banana to your ear trying to lure a butterfly out.. what even.
Diavolo just beamed and turned towards Lucifer. “Luci! Is this another activity the humans partake in? It looks quite absurd.. have you tried it? I wonder if it’s fun!” He smiled, watching you and the giggling Solomon. “Diavolo.. i don’t think that’s something humans just do.. at least I didn’t think so..”
Your head hung low as you were dying from embarrassment by now, Lucifer just watched you both, a confused, puzzled look on his face.
Suddenly you broke out in alarming, high pitched screams, startling Solomon, Lucifer and Diavolo. You jumped in place, tilting your head to the side as you felt the butterfly struggling again. Then once again, you closed your eyes and sighed in relief as the flying inside your head came to a stop.
“Mc- What is devils name was that?!“ Lucifer questioned, looking shocked.
“Oh, pay no mind to them. Mc’s got a little.. situation. Nothing I can’t take care of though. Now if you’ll pardon us, we have a project to get to..! Come on, i’ll get you fixed up; no problem.”
You nervously smiled and waved to Diavolo and Lucifer as Solomon guided you both out of the commons space — with the banana still close to your ear, mind you. - He’s really convinced this will lure it out, but all it’s doing is making you smell like a banana..
You huffed, pulling the fruit from his hands. “This isn’t working.. we need to like… pull it out or something!” You attempted to try and pick at it, but nothing was working.
“I’m sorry, Mc.. but that would only irritate and hurt you? And possibly the butterfly, we can’t risk something happening to it and not completing the project.. There’s only one more solution.”
“Huh-“ you were suddenly dragged by Solomon, directing you towards your room. “Why bring me here?” You asked.
“Just wait” he said, sitting on your bed, crossing his legs and muttering a bunch of words that you could hardly hear since.. well, pretty much only one of your ears worked. All of a sudden, all the demon brothers were summoned inside of your room. You jumped slightly only to bump into Beelzebub who was transported to right behind you, you looked up at him, apologizing.
“Hm? Mc, you smell so sweet.. do you have food? Is that what you invited me for? You’d really be so kind as to share food with m-“ Beel went on, his smile brightening as his cheeks turned a rosy color, as it usually did when he smelled (or saw) appealing food.
“N-no- i’m not the one who summoned.. any of you here. Solomon, what are they all doing here?”
“Wow, Mc~ it’s only so rare that I get to see your lovely little room~! It’s so cute in here, and smells so exquisite, like a cottage in the spring time~” Asmodeus twirled around, beginning to admire the little antiques and clutter you kept on your shelves.
“Now, everyone. I did indeed summon you all here in hopes that you’d be able to help me and Mc, you see, as you all know, we were assigned as partners for the butterfly project and.. well-“
You swatted at your ear, screaming and shouting swear words, accidentally slapping your cheek before your fit ended a few moments later as if nothing happened. The demon brothers, now alarmed, looked at you with wide eyes.
“There was a little accident..”
“Geez! Don’t scare me like that! I thought ya were getting murdered or somethin’!” Mammon said, holding his hand over his clothed chest as though it would help his increased heart rate from being suddenly startled.
“Solomon, what’s- why-“ Satan stuttered, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Listen! We were just trying to do this stupid project when the cage fell, butterfly was set loose, flew into my ear somehow, which like- how could it even fit in there?? And now it’s flying all around inside my head and it’s infuriating, so someone do something! Anything! I don’t care if you have to surgically remove it just get. It. Out!” You panted as you tried to rant in one single breath, still holding your ear to try and ease the discomfort.
All of the demons and Solomon just stared at you, not actually doing anything, causing you to groan and plop down onto your bed.
“We haven’t gotten to my idea yet. But i need you to stand right in the center of the floor, all of you, gather around Mc, please.” He instructed you and the demons, and they did as he said, forming a small circle around you.
Solomon just smiled and looked at Asmo.
“Asmodeus, I heard from Mammon that you look bad in the color pink.”
Asmo gasped, shooting an immediate death glare at Mammon, who was beyond confused. “Well if that’s how you feel, then you shall not have the right to look at me anymore! Clearly someone can’t appreciate what real, natural beauty looks like! And I look incredible in pink, thank you very much!”
“Mammon, I heard from Belphie that he thinks you have bad taste in expensive items, even though you work so hard to get money for it!” Solomon grinned as Mammon shouted and growled at Belphie, who denied everything the human claimed.
“And Belphie… Apparently Beel thinks you’d be so much more fun to hang around with if only you weren’t sleeping all the time! So boring..” Belphegor only pouted angrily at Beel, who’s cheeks were stuffed with food he had somehow found.. yet he still looked sad. “Wh- i woud nefer shay tat…!” His eyes glimmered apologetically (please he’s such cuteness )’: )
“Beel! Leviathan says he’d actually come out to eat with the family if only you didn’t eat and hog all the food! How rude is that..” Solomon grinned, while the gluttonous demon pouted even more, which had Levi frantically trying to deny and comfort the upset demon, unsure if he would get angry or even more sad, both of which he did not want to see.
“Levi~~ Satan claims he’s sick and tired of having to deal with all the games and objects you buy from akuzon, always having some sort of mischievous impact on him and his brothers!”
Satan.. well, he didn’t even try to deny it. “Honestly, yeah- that’s kinda true. You and your damn teleportation games… switching all the rooms in the house. You know how frustrating that is??” Satan sharply accused.
By now, all the brothers were now shouting at each other, fighting and arguing, and it was very loud to say the least; you could hardly even hear your own thoughts.
“Just wait, Mc.”
You looked all around, at everyone turning against one another, until suddenly you felt a little twitch in your ear, and it no longer felt muffled. You could now hear out of both ears!
“Solomon!! The butterfly!”
He smiled, standing on his tippy toes, just enough to finally be able to catch it safely in his hands. “Yes! I knew that’d work! Great job, boys” he smiled.
Not only were all the brothers now angry at each other, but they were very much questioning as to how you weren’t lying when you said there was a butterfly in your ear…
“Just- don’t ask.”
“Oh and, none of the stuff I said was true. Just needed a loud noise to get this little hider out of Mc’s ear! Thanks for the cooperation everyone!” He gracefully said before returning the butterfly to its cage.
“Heh.. soo… how’s everyones day going…?” You awkwardly asked the demons who had been staring at you, most likely trying not to laugh or make a comment.
And that concludes this writing once again~ I hope you enjoyed @tokyomaru !! I had so much fun writing this you have no idea :)
Until next time~!
#obey me#asmodeusobeyme#leviathanobeyme#beelzebub obey me#lucifer obey me#obey me fluff#obey me mammon#obey me! shall we date?#satan obey me#lord diavolo#solomon obey me#i forgot to mention the angels but i felt like i’d be hard to incorporate them#so i went ahead with just keeping it with the demons/royals!#obey me belphie#obey me crack
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The Saga of Starro the Conqueror [Part 2: The Call (Does Superman sound different to you?)]
[All images are owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros Discovery. I hope I’m too small-fry to sue...]
(All videos courtesy of The Night Beyond)
My last review featured a cameo of Starro, but what about the rest of the saga? You’ll have to fast forward a few decades to find out! If you would like to watch this episode, it’s available on HBO Max, or you can view it on Amazon if you breach the paywall.
We open in the futuristic version of...
Wait, no Daily Planet building in the skyline, or even the LexCorp building?
Instead, we have the Justice League’s Watchtower. Apparently it’s been knocked out of orbit a few too many times, so it’s been grounded and is a permanent fixture in the City of Tomorrow.
Inside, we see Micron (voiced by Wayne Brady, who was a regular on Whose Line Is It Anyway? and is the current host of Let’s Make a Deal), whose power is the ability to change his size (like Ray Palmer (AKA the Atom) in modern comics), in a training session when an alert comes in about an out-of-control monorail elsewhere in Metropolis.
Micron gets the driver (who tells Micron there’s only cargo aboard) to safety, but the monorail is headed for a passenger monorail (wait, why are 2 monorails on the same rail?!) Micron races to intercept it. Micron manages to disengage the monorail, sending it off the rail (hopefully there’s a body of water for it to land in and not an apartment building) However, when he’s about to jump to safety...
...the doors seal shut and the skin of the monorail is electrified! (wait, he can’t shrink to subatomic size and squeeze between atoms? That’s what Ray Palmer would’ve done)
Nope, not a body of water. I’m sure that building was unoccupied...right? Somehow, Micron survives this, but is critically injured.
Meanwhile in Gotham City...
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No, your ears aren’t deceiving you. That’s not Tim Daly voicing Superman, but is instead Christopher McDonald, who played Shooter McGavin in Happy Gilmore.
Rounding out the Justice League (the four in the above scene) are Big Barda (formerly one of Darkseid’s Female Furies), Warhawk (who is later revealed to be the son of Green Lantern John Stewart and Hawkgirl), Aquagirl, and Green Lantern Kai-Ro.
Later, Batman is reviewing the files of the Justice League when Aquagirl invites him for a swim. He politely declines, as he has some studying to do. As she leaves, Batman checks in on what the others are doing.
Barda and Warhawk are training...
Kai-Ro is meditating...
and...the viewscreen showing Aquagirl goes dark! Batman races to the tank to discover...
...the water is near boiling, cooking Aquagirl! He uses an explosive Batarang on the door to the tank, but it has no effect, so he races to the training area...
...and “borrows” Barda’s Mega Rod...
...to blow a hole in the tank, saving Aquagirl.
Warhawk and Barda lay into him for not simply calling them (give the guy a break; he hasn’t even had his New Member Orientation yet!)
Later, as Batman and Superman investigate the malfunction, Batman discovers one of the circuit boards was damaged in such a way that suggests...
I guess there is a traitor.
Later, while Batman is patrolling Metropolis...
Never a dull moment, is there?
Explosions occur all over the city and the Justice League mobilizes. As the team scours the wreckage for survivors, Superman tells Batman to help Warhawk with evacuating a skyscraper.
As they finish evacuating the building, Warhawk gets a strange signal on the Justice League emergency band and leaves to follow it. Thing is, Batman doesn’t hear it. Batman offers to help, but Warhawk brushes him off. Batman follows anyway and sees...
Warhawk activates his defensive armor, sealing him completely in, as he attempts to divert the missile. However, the missile explodes!
Later at the Batcave, Bruce goes over the footage and sees something that shocks him and Terry. It was detonated by a bean, and at its source...
Hope Bruce still has that Kryptonite!
I guess he does!
Well that took an unexpected turn! Why would Superman bring in the World’s Greatest Detective (and Batman) if he was the traitor? And how is this related to Starro (remember Starro? It’s the reason for this review!) Guess you’ll have to see part 2 (also available on HBO Max or pay Amazon for it)
Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice Watchtower...
...Batman takes his findings to the rest of the League. Barda isn’t convinced (and as someone who was raised on Apokolips propaganda, who can blame her?) Barda asks the question I posed after the cliffhanger (about Superman, not about Starro) Batman tries to reason with Barda in his own special way...
Needless to say, Barda doesn't appreciate that and decks Batman hard enough to send him across the room. Barda’s about to have herself some tenderized bat when Kai-Ro steps in and tells her to calm down.
But it’s not until an unexpected voice steps in that she does.
Warhawk managed to slip out of his costume as he armored up before the detonation (not sure when or how, as the camera was on him the whole time)
(Thanks to Deadpool)
It turns out Warhawk became suspicious when only he got the distress call.
Kai-Ro says they need to find out why Superman’s done this, but Warhawk wants to let his fists do the talking (I’m sure Barda would love someone to punch as well)
Meanwhile in the medical chambers, Superman starts fiddling with the controls regulating Micron’s recovery. The rest of the League confront him, but aren’t buying his story about “adjusting his treatment”.
When the League tries to reason with him, Aquagirl attempts a psychic link by touching Superman’s chest.
OH MY GOD, IT’S A FUCKING XENOMORPH!
OK, it actually isn’t but whatever it it retreats under Superman’s costume and moves around to his back as Superman attacks! Needless to say, Superman makes short work of the League (including making Batman drop the Kryptonite down an convenient drain) when...
Micron stops his treatment and distracts Superman long enough for Batman to fish out the Kryptonite, but before he can use it Barda blasts Superman with her Mega Rod, causing him to retreat.
The League guesses Superman retreated to the Fortress of Solitude, but no one knows where it is.
Well, almost no one.
In the comics pre-Crisis, it was only possible to gain entry into the Fortress with a key only Superman could lift (I’m sure you can already see the issues with this) In the Dini-verse, access was through a secret underwater channel (again, I can see a number of workarounds)
However, the League has access to technology from Apokolips thanks to Barda, including a means of teleportation known as Boom Tubes.
The League explores the Fortress in search of Superman, eventually finding the Preserver’s menagerie.
Then they find Superman (or, more accurately, he finds them)
Fortunately, it’s just a Superman robot (he uses them when he’s off-world or covering a story as Clark Kent)
A few more Superman robots attack, but the League makes short work of them. If only the real Superman was so easy.
Speaking of, guess who joins the party.
But before Superman can make some Bat-paste…
Superman quickly falls unconscious. Three guesses what’s been controlling him.
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First: What? No mention of Lobo?
Second: …oh shit.
Batman flees the Fortress with Superman in pursuit while the League prepares for Starro’s spawn to enter the world.
Fortunately, Bruce sent along the Batmobile.
Batman brings Bruce up to speed as Superman catches up with the Batmobile (guess it’s not “faster than a speeding bullet”…
…or “more powerful than a locomotive”)
However, Batman proves to be smarter than Superman (or at least Starro) by luring him into range of the Batmobile’s grapple…
…which happens to be electrified. This stuns Starro enough for it to lose its grip (and control) over Superman.
Superman doesn’t remember the last few years, so Batman gets him up to speed as he carries Batman back to the Fortress (this still doesn’t explain why he brought Batman in!)
At the Fortress, the League are preparing to let Starro’s spawn out when...
Somehow, the Starros aren’t observant enough to notice their parent not on his chest. Within moments, between heat vision and electrified Batarangs, all of the League is released from the Starros’ control.
Well, almost all of the League. Aquagirl swims down to open the gate to release the spawn with Batman in pursuit.
…and the Starros in pursuit of him, covering him with their bodies! At least the suit completely covers his so they can’t get touch his skin.
Unfortunately, they delay Batman enough that Aquagirl reaches the release mechanism.
So Superman attempts to block the drain the old fashioned way. Too Bad Aquagirl and Batman are still down there!
Harsh, but fair.
Finally, Batman is able to hit the control that electrifies his suit.
The resulting jolt goes through the water, hitting every Starro…
…including the one on Aquagirl. But it’s not enough to make it let go of her. She swims up to fight Batman (and if she’s anything like the rest of the Atlantians Batman’s not going to have a good time)
Fortunately, one of Superman’s drain-stoppers lands on them as the rest plug the opening before any Starros can escape. Aquagirl is knocked unconscious as Batman lifts the rock away and carries her to the surface.
Kai-Ro rounds up the rest of the Starros. But what to do with them? They’re definitely too dangerous to put back in captivity!
Aquagirl forms a psychic link with Starro to find out its homeworld and Barda Boom Tubes them there.
So everyone had a happy ending (except all the people who lost their jobs, became homeless, or were killed off-screen due to the monorail “accident” and the bombs)
As a result, the League offer to bring Batman in full-time (I thought that was what “Superman” offered at the start of this mess?), but Batman turns it down, preferring to be on-call.
Wait, is he gonna walk back to Gotham? Did he forget Superman trashed the Batmobile?
Anyway, that ends the Starro Saga. Please let me know if there’s another such saga you’d like to see.
#DC comics#Batman Beyond#superman#warhawk#big barda#green lantern#starro the conqueror#Fan Colored Glasses
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TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE OC CURRENTLY
TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE DINOSAUR
WHATS YOUR FAVORITE PODCAST SO FAR
1. My favorite OC right now is Alina (shown below by herself and also chatting with Jazzy, another fave OC of mine). She's 30, a professional clown, and a ray of sunshine. She loves making people laugh, to the point where even if she's being serious, she still cracks jokes. She's never been in a serious relationship, but has been in a few silly ones. She always wears a full face of clown makeup, even just to get groceries. Surprisingly she doesn't wear clown shoes, but instesd combat boots splattered with paint and glitter and whatnot.
It's hard to pick a favorite though because I do love all of my OCs. Before last year I didn't have any that I drew, just ones that I wrote. So now that I have a handful, I love them all so much :) I feel included!!! I have OCs!!! And I can draw them!!!! (sometimes)
2. I don't know all the dinosaurs off the top of my head but I like a plesiosaur or a brontosaurus :)
3. My favorite podcast is now, officially, The Amelia Podcast. Last night I found myself attempting to put on a new episode, multiple times, only to remember I'm now fully caught up. A huge reason I most always ingest podcasts that are still producing content is that I have something to look forward to :) they're doing an Advent Calendar series so every day until Christmas I get a couple minutes of entertainment from my favorite cast of characters. I seriously can't recommend it enough to anyone who likes: dramedy, archival systems, voicemail/recordings, or anything of the sort in their podcasts. It has LGBT+ rep that never feels forced, and a plot that answers just enough questions to leave you gasping and grasping for more. The voice acting is impeccable, and when you hear their natural voices you'll be gobsmacked. This podcast has brought me more joy than any other podcast I've ever listened to, and kept me interested for every. Single. Episode. If you decide to listen to it, I would be honored if you yelled at me about it while you listened. There are so many fun little tidbits of info to find, and it all leads up to a very satisfying *current* conclusion (they are halfway through S5, taking a break while also releasing daily Advent Calendar episodes).
Yay!!!! :)
#rosie answers#I love talking about podcasts#I should really write a fic about it#Although idk what it would be#the amelia project#If anyone has listened and wants to request a fic or blurb just ask me
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TWITL - week 2 - felt a bit dragged
TUESDAY - 9 January
I'm thinking maybe I need a new format for my blog. Maybe not post daily but perhaps write something randomly and do a wrap up at the end of the week. If I write during the week, then I might not have as much to do at the end of the week besides some short musings or the like. Let's try it this week.
I did screenshots before bed last night of a Canadian show called STAT because Thomas Beaudoin, my new Muse apparently, made an appearance and of course I just had to have a gander. I was just going to skim to his scenes, do the screenshots, then go along my merry way. When I saw French subtitles, I frowned a little because the words were getting in the way of the screenshots. At this point, I popped on my AirPods and turned up the audio to find that Docteur Davis, his character, was speaking French AND English, which meant the French subtitles were for the folks who don't understand English. Neat!
https://flic.kr/p/2prqhE3
I must say, the fact that he can go from English to French so smoothly was just lovely to hear. I was quite happy to watch his scenes even if I had no idea what was going. Actually, I figured out the gist of it from the English bits but the whole thing was still chaos to me because I think the show is a bit on the soap opera side and the episode seemed to start in the middle of the action. Anyhoo, he looked rather nice all scruffy while wearing military BDUs. Way to hit my fangirl buttons, whew!
https://flic.kr/p/2prqU3K
Adan Canto died yesterday. I remember him best on his turn in the show The Following and I will always remember thinking how much he reminded me of "my" Kevin Smith ("Ares" on Xena and Hercules). I didn't follow his career very closely but I saw his work over the years and figured he'd appear in something I was watching sooner or later. Alas, it will not be.
Journey well into the next, Adan...
Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Tonight's episode was another good one! It was lovely seeing Timothy Omundson as Hephaestus and I will always have a soft spot for the character of Ares because of the aforementioned Kevin Smith. Adam Copeland's turn as the god of war was a joy to watch. I am very seriously enjoying this show.
WEDNESDAY - 10 January
https://flic.kr/p/2prG6Vx
We had a bit of rain today. Nothing too serious.
Since I've upgraded my webhost, I feel like I need to update this website. Maybe I should revive Moonlit Jazz, which has been languishing in its current state for... over 8 years. Eight years?! In its last iteration, it was the place where I dropped my daily photos for Project 365. I now do Project 365 at my secondary Instagram (@vasiakiari). Now it just sits as it has since 2015.
Back to this place though, kiari.com. I'm using a different theme but I think it's a work in progress at this point. Maybe I'll keep hunting around for more inspirational themes. We'll see if I settle on anything for more than a day.
THURSDAY - 11 January
Oh, Xena: Warrior Princess and Hercules: The Legendary Journeys is streaming on Amazon Prime! I already own XWP on iTunes (and DVD!) but I never did pony up the money for HTLJ. Now when I'm feeling nostalgic, I can head to Amazon Prime to watch either of those two shows. Oh, and do screenshots. For some reason, I felt like doing screenshots of Hades, as played by Erik Thomson. I marvel how back in the late 90s, it took FOREVER to do screenshots. Now it's just minutes, depending on how many scenes my subject is in. It's wild!
https://flic.kr/p/2prYUcR
from the Xena: Warrior Princess episode, "Adventures in the Sin Trade"
I should do a re-watch of both HTLJ and XWP. I'll have to compartmentalize myself a bit and forget about how the one playing Hercules didn't turn out so well and just enjoy the episodes. XWP will be easier to re-watch because it was always the stronger show to me, in terms of characters and plots, though Michael Hurst (Iolaus) did make me cry in an episode of HTLJ. Just doing these screenshots brushed aside the veil of time to remind me of how it felt when the shows first aired.
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from the Hercules: The Legendary Journey episode, "The Other Side"
Honestly, soon after I started watching the shows, I found that I gravitated towards the guest stars, especially Erik Thomson and the late Kevin Smith, who played Ares. They were the reason I watched. They were the reason I started chatting online with like minded fans. They were the reason I started my website. They are part of the me that is Kiari. I made lifelong friends because of the show, the conventions, the mutual love for the guest stars. And I will ever be grateful...
FRIDAY - 12 January
It's finally the weekend! Yes, it's Friday evening and I have three whole days without work. Good times! Don't have any real plans. Maybe I'll clean. Maybe I'll do some laundry. Maybe I'll take lots of naps. We shall see!
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wearing my favorite vest jacket
Since I was feeling nostalgic after doing those screenshots, I pulled out my Hercules/Xena crew vest jacket. I always LOVE wearing this vest jacket, as I'm sure I've said plenty of times here. I love all the pockets. I love all the details. I love that it crossed space and time to become mine. And I love that Chris Conrad sent it to me. I still marvel at that last point. So very sweet of him. It makes me smile to wear it.
SUNDAY - 14 January
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Luis Gerardo Méndez y Miguel Ángel Silvestre en la primera temporada de Los Enviados
Los Enviados/The Envoys - We binge watched the second season today. I liked it! I might have liked it better than the first season. The nun had a bigger part and she was a delight. The ending felt a little as if they'd be back in the little town. The Brotherhood seemed to be unfinished business. I'd love another season of the two priests and the nun...
30 Monedas/30 Coins - We started another Miguel Ángel Silvestre show. Second season again. The first few episodes were a bit heavy on the monster-like imagery. Effectively creepy, especially if you're religious in the Catholic way. It's an adjustment going from Simón Antequera (Los Enviados) to Paco (30 Monedas). Despite being played by Miguel Ángel Silvestre, the two characters are so very different...
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Miguel Ángel Silvestre en la primera temporado de 30 Monedas
And that's week number two of 2024 in the books! Time for bed...
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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #38:
Just a Guy Named Joe
Read Date: November 22, 2022
Cover Date: July 1966
● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: Steve Ditko ● Inker: Steve Ditko ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Artie Simek ● Editor: Stan Lee ●
**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers
Reactions As I Read:
● they still need to work out the skin tone of BIPOC, but again, it's good to see some strides toward diversity in these 60s comics. they at least have the skin tones worked out by the time we get to the later 60s, as seen in Daredevil issues I've read
● wait! is the transition happening before my eyes? on page 2, 2nd panel, the guy looks sickly gray… but in the very next panel, there's a guy near the boxing ring who looks much closer to the skin tone used in the later comics I've read. ope, back to gray later. it's a start, I guess!
● poor Joe Smith
● they're making me like Joe. something's gonna happen to him, ain't it
● called it
● where's OSHA?
● more Betty Brandt drama
● I'm not feeling the Betty chemistry at all. they're trying to tease it out like with Matt and Karen in Daredevil, but Peter barely gives her the time of day. she needs to grow a spine and live her best life instead of simping after a jerk of a teenager (Peter is such a jerk sometimes in these early issues!)
● Ditko's profiles always look great!
● Spidey has only just started using his web to subdue people. I wonder if he actually strings them up later like he does in the PS4 game?
● Joe's costume looks like he has huge, flat boobs
● Human Windshield Wiper 😂
● is Harry Osborn related to the Crypt Keeper, by chance?
● ha! whole new meaning to "half now, half later." kinda clever actually
● "I think it had something to do with that arc light hitting the puddle of chemicals!" -- ya think?
● ah, another "appearance" of ol' fern-head, Mary Jane!
● we're coming up on the end of the Ditko-era Spider-Man
● Joe gets a good ending, Peter gets more of his usual crap
● tah for now!
Synopsis:
Joe Smith has dreams of becoming a boxing champ and after begging Tommy Tomkins to let him fight, the older man becomes his manager. Unfortunately for Joe, he’s a poor boxer and is ridiculed by others. Taking pity on Joe, Tomkins gets him a job as an extra on a science-fiction movie. While shooting the scene, an arc light falls in a puddle of chemicals and shocks Joe. As he rests, Peter Parker visits The Daily Bugle and runs into Ned Leeds. Both ask each other where Betty yet neither has an answer. Joe is shooting another scene where he has to attack stuntmen. As he fights them, he begins to lose it as a result of the shock and goes on a rampage, with debris flying everywhere, getting the attention of Peter.
Spider-Man emerges and Joe gets angrier seeing another person trying to keep him down. They fight, and after a pause in the action, Joe regains his senses and runs away with Tomkins. Meanwhile, Norman Osborn is disguised and offers $20,000 to criminals to get rid of Spider-Man. Back at Empire State University, Gwen again sees Pete in a positive light, admiring his strength and courage. As word gets out that Spider-Man has a bounty on his head, he’s busy fighting crooks coming at him left and right. As he fights, he hears a commotion at a gym, seeing Joe Smith pounding on the other boxers.
After a few punches to Joe, he’s knocked out of his delusion and Tomkins runs in before he’s arrested. Tomkins says the charges have been dropped and that the movie company wants to give Joe a large starring role for his impressive display. Spider-Man fights more criminals and is angry that Ned has the possibility to marry Betty, because he doesn’t have to hide Spider-Man, and misses another visit from Mary Jane Watson.
(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_38)
Fan Art: Mary Jane and Peter Parker by JPRart
Accompanying Podcast:
● Swinging through Spider-Man - episode 42
#marvel#marvel comics#my marvel read#podcast recommendation#comics#peter parker#spider-man#comic books#fan art#fanart#podcast - swinging through spider-man
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Memory Blips
2 weeks ago, I had a scare. It was Memorial Day weekend, ironically, and I had several “short term memory blips” while visiting the Englers. I have felt myself “vanish” from conversations on several occasions before and started talking about whatever the original conversation made my brain start thinking about internally. Often met with quizzical looks from strangers and “Oh Gregg” eye rolls from friends and loved ones. I believe this is probably a little bit of a latent defense mechanism from when I was very hard of hearing. I felt alone a lot so I would often go into my own head. There is also... age, long term daily alcohol use, and daily marijuana use. Marijuana use definitely triggers “vanishing” because my creativity becomes almost uncontrollable. My thoughts (usually about what kind of story/song/movie I would make) flash through my brain an incredible rate of speed. If I happen to think of “a good one” and can start to really get going on making something, then reality has the tendency to disappear regardless of what reality I am in. This is why I usually partake at the end of the day when I am alone. I have done so almost every night for the last 3 years or so. This time... weed was not involved. For whatever reason I decided to leave my pen at home this time when we traveled. I don’t know if my reaction was some kind of withdrawal symptom or what, but it frightened me. I didn’t just vanish from the conversation this time. I vanished from reality this time.
We were out to eat on Friday. I had probably had 2 light beers at the house and 2 IPAs at the restaurant. Now, I realize that’s “not nothing,” but, it was stretched out over a time of 3-4 hours. Dinner took forever because they got slammed right when we arrived. The kids were done and bored by the time adult meals were just coming out. My wife suggested that I take the kids home before everyone else left. About 10 more minutes passed, I was able to ask for the check for my family, I paid, and we were ready to go. My wife came with me and I drove her and the 3 kids back to the house. Upon arriving, I opened another light beer and and went to start the fire pit in the backyard. After it ignited, I went upstairs to change into a long sleeve shirt and walked in on my wife changing her clothes.
I had completely forgotten that she drove home with me! I said, “When did you get home?” And a look of concern came over her face. It wasn’t until I saw that she was worried that I was jarred back into “the real reality.” Her suggestion to take the kids home earlier... had been the thought that remained.
There were a couple more noticeable blank outs. On Saturday, I had forgotten that a cat that once lived with me, went to live with my sister and then, on Sunday...once again... I had forgotten that Kimmy and Lou had driven IN MY CAR....WITH ME... to the pool.
Now, I know that “the party” lasts the entire time we are there when we visit the Englers. This was 3 days of almost continuous alcohol use, but this felt “weed related.” I don’t know if I’m right or not, but...
It is now 2 weeks without weed. There is DEFINITELY withdrawal from weed. Nothing bad...but wow...The dreams. Some night sweats too, but mostly the incredibly vivid dreams...several ABOUT weed. I have to say, many of them were entertaining, but wow...
That has now subsided. I think I’ve been snacking less at night too. I think it’s too soon to judge whether the weed was the culprit, but I haven’t had anything like that happen since. I’m still not “sharp” by any stretch of the imagination, but at least there haven’t been any episodes like that since the first 3 days of quitting.
I’ll be very interested to see how things go in Lake Norman next week because I will once again be “out of my routine.” Honestly... Thank God. I’m so absolutely sick of my routine that I truly feel like I need a vacation where I DO things purposely that are not in my normal windows of time and comfort.
I really hope that this is the last time I write about an experience like that and I REALLY hope that as I get older, I don’t ever look back on this entry and realize... The genetics and my behavior are washing me away.
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5 Steps to Solo Travel: Step Four
I’ve been traveling independently for decades and soon to release a second guidebook: 5 Steps to Solo Travel on Amazon and I hope you buy it May 8, Mother's Day. Please share this with your parents, loved ones and future travelers, so you make their trips the very best.
Why did I start being Dr Mary Travelbest nearly 30 years ago? I identified that there was no formal way to learn how to travel safely by yourself. When I was looking for this information, there was none available. Now, there is information, but not for the older woman, so this is for you! If you are mid-life or older, I hope you pay attention here, because we are going places.
Here is a recap of the earlier steps……briefly, Step One is your first solo trip, nearby overnight. Step 2 is state to state travel, Step 3 is to a far away state or nearby country, Step 4, now, is to a far country and Step 5 is to a country where you don’t speak the language.
What is Step Four?
Step 4: You’re already taken several independent trips, but not yet in a far away country or a foreign language environment. Maybe you dream about going to Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, the UK, Germany (as most speak English there) or internally within Mexico, here’s to your next step out to experience a new local culture. Only this is by yourself solo, or with a friend, independently, but not on a guided tour.
Step 4 is the second to last step of Solo Travel. It will be the final step for many readers, and it’s a big accomplishment getting here. Congratulations to you if you made it this far. I’d love to hear from you. If you travel to a far foreign country, such as Australia, New Zealand, or even Germany, this would be breaking into Step 4. You may be wondering why Germany is on this list. This is because you can travel to many counties in Europe without speaking the local tongue. Most of the people there speak English as a second language. Step 4 is for the solo traveler who wants to explore new countries but is not proficient in the countries’ languages. Like Germany, you may discover several European countries which don’t require you to speak their local language to travel independently.
You may set a goal for yourself to complete the journey to Step 4. This is experienced travel. In this stage, you are confident because you have already mastered the art of going places with your own itinerary, even if it’s just for part of the trip. You’ve learned from making your own travel mistakes, and how to recover from them. Just listen to some of my lessons and mistakes in every episode. It may be hard, but it’s not something to complain about. During this training stage, just try not to repeat the same mistakes. Step 4 will still require courage and some planning, but you can plan a more spontaneous trip—perhaps, just a few days ahead, instead of weeks or even months into the future. Step 4 might be a trip to Ireland. Here, you’ll be driving on the left side of the road. Most people speak English and have similar customs and heritage with other European countries and America. Gaelic or Irish is the traditional language, but most people also speak English here. Finding your way around is increasingly fun and full of surprises in Step 4. As for currency, you can count your change and pay with the local currency, by doing the conversion in your head or using your smartphone apps. Step 4 includes these other aspects of staying in foreign countries. Most people speak English. This will allow you to read maps, ride buses and trains and purchase things you need, such as food and shelter easily, though learning some of the local pleasantries “hello,” “please,” and “thank you” can go a long way in building mutual respect.
Here’s two sample step four tips from the book:
Extra hydration matters
Do you hydrate enough? I repeat this message about water, because when you don’t have your normal daily habits, it’s easy to forget to hydrate. Make a conscious effort to drink a lot of water. Drinking water increases energy. It sharpens your thinking and focus, flushes out toxins and regulates body temperature. So, drink up. Water, juices, or other liquids will improve your life and your skin tone, too.
If you enjoyed these short tips, let me know. Several of you listeners are not in the USA now, so your step 4 will be about travel to a country far away from your home country, but mostly in the same language you currently speak.
Cooking on the road tips for Step 4
When I visit a new city, my first stop is usually a grocery store or bodega to find out what the cultural tastes are. This can be on the way to anywhere, as you find food stores from roadstands to shopping in stores where anything is sold. For Step Four food and drinks, you can stock up for your trip and cook in your AirBNB or snack your meals in your car when you take a break.
Now back to learning about Step 4 particulars.
Step 4 is challenging for the solo or independent traveler. Step 4 means you have completed several independent trips already and used your passport multiple times. Step 4 is the second to last step of the independent travel steps. It will be the final step for most of those listening, because it’s a big step getting here.
Germany is on this list because you can travel to Germany without speaking German. Most of the people there speak English as a second language. All these trips will require a passport, and some will need a visa. If you have less than six months left on your passport, you should apply for a new one soon.
Send me your travel tip. You can send it to my website, Facebook page, group, or Instagram. You can send to my Twitter, blog, and maybe you’ll see your tips in Dr Travelbest’s 5 Steps to Solo Travel.
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no thoughts head empty just gojo satoru’s “VÏ-ó-LÊĘN”
#it's been like 2 episodes and i still hear this in my head daily#also the MEGUMI CHAN#i miss them already#gIVE iT bAcK#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo sensei
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Let Me Take Care of You (PT 2) - Topper Thornton x Reader SMUT
Set the morning after Let Me Take Care of You when Topper and Y/N wake up together
Smut/fluff
Words: 2k
You woke up in Topper's arms, stark naked from the night before. He still had his crotch pressed against your ass and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, as well as his head resting in the crook of your neck.
"I love you so much, Y/N," he whispered into your neck, kissing it and making you giggle from how much it tickled.
"I love you too Top- what's this?" you smiled, seeing a table with a plate of food standing right next to your spot on the bed.
"I made you breakfast, baby. Cinnamon toast, waffles, some fruit, and uh, I made you runny eggs, just the way you like them," he flashed you a sweet, crooked smile, "I was actually just about to wake you up so it didn't get cold, but um, you kinda beat me to it." Topper planted a kiss on your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair. "Eat up, baby."
"Awww, Topper, you're so sweet!" you said, turning around to kiss the blond boy, him still sitting behind you in the bed with his arms wrapped around you.
"You deserve a treat after how good you did last night, babygirl. You're such a good girl, Y/N. Last night just reminded me how much I love you. And how good you make me feel…"
"I'm glad I could make you feel that way, Top," you mumbled into his skin, planting kisses along his jawline.
You finished your breakfast that Topper had made you as he put on a couple episodes of Parks and Rec, still holding you tight from behind as you ate and pressing kisses on the back of your neck and your upper back periodically, sending shivers down your spine. Once you were done you turned around to face your boyfriend, thanking him for the meal and playing with his hair.
You absolutely loved Topper's hair. It was so soft and he looked so cute when you would fluff it around and make it all messy, him giving you a sweet smile and kissing you everytime. After a couple more episodes, Topper turned off the tv and escalated the moment from a few stolen kisses and giggles here and there to a full on make out session.
Topper kissed you with love and passion, biting and sucking your lower lip gently every now and then. He placed his right arm on the bed beside you, causing you to gently fall onto the bed underneath him as he deepened the kiss, moaning lightly and pulling away every few minutes to tell you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were, a string of saliva still attached to both of your lips.
"I'm so happy you're my girl, (Y/N)," he whispered to you, smiling.
His words combined with the make out session were starting to make your body heat up and your core start to tingle and wetten.
"I love you so much, Topper," you whispered, kissing his hand that was beside you on the bed.
He kissed your forehead. "I love you more, princess."
You laid there in silence for a couple seconds, Topper still holding himself up above you and admiring your beauty before he started to get off of the bed.
"Babe, I'd love to stay with you like this all day," Topper said with a sigh, "but I really need to take a shower." You whined, displeased. "Hey, don't worry, sweetheart, I'll be quick. Then I'll come back and we can cuddle, okay?" he asked you, playfully mimicking the pout that was plastered on your pretty face.
You agreed, and though you loved cuddling with Topper, that wasn't what you wanted right then. The night before Topper had been so sweet, so gentle - which you absolutely loved. It was exactly what you wanted in the moment and he could tell that. Sometimes you liked it more gentle like that. But in this moment all you wanted was for Topper to lay you down and take you, hard. You wanted your boyfriend to pin you to the bed and have his way with you and make you cum until you couldn't take it anymore. You were already starting to throb between your legs as the blood flow quickly increased. This wasn't unfamiliar to the two of you, where you would both be naked from the night before but with no intention of having sex but seeing the other's exposed body would cause one of you to become incontrollably horny. As you heard Topper switch the water on in the shower of the bathroom attached to your bedroom you reached under the covers and started to touch yourself.
You rubbed yourself gently and sighed with relief, eyes closing and mouth falling open as the pleasure started to build. Pleasuring yourself while thinking of Topper was nothing new to you, in fact often you did it on the daily. You loved that Topper's libido was just as high as your own (which was seriously saying something) and that he was almost always able to keep up with you in the bedroom. You slowly rubbed up and down your vulva and circled your clit, moaning at the sensation.
You were soaking wet at this point, making your self pleasure quite loud as your head sank into the pillow, your lip quivering from the intense pleasure you were giving yourself. Your eyes were closed tight and you couldn't bring yourself to think of anything besides how good you were making yourself feel. Waves of pleasure washed over you as you fantasized about Topper and all the things he had done to you the night before. You slipped a finger inside of yourself, gasping as you hit your g spot and starting to gently massage it, close to screaming at the sensation but clasping your other hand over your mouth so Topper wouldn't hear you. You knew he wouldn't be upset with you for pleasuring yourself, he knew you did it often and he did the same, but the thought of him catching you made you blush. Your orgasm was approaching quickly at this point as you fingered yourself, and you were getting extremely desperate. You didn't even hear Topper turn off the water and get out of the shower as you started to clench around your fingers, about to release until-
"Baby!" You jumped, seeing Topper standing in the doorway staring at you. His expression was a mixture of surprised and aroused, somewhere around the realm of entranced or amazed as he walked in on you working yourself to orgasm.
"Are you playing with yourself, babygirl?" he smirked at you, already knowing the answer. You nodded at the boy, slightly embarrassed.
"I can take care of that for you if you'd like me to… only if you want," Topper offered, shyly scratching the back of his neck.
"Please do," you moaned, slowing the pace of your fingers inside of you in order to hold off your orgasm until Topper was able to please you.
Topper quickly threw off the towel that was covering his lower half, making his way over to the bed. "You must have been so desperate, weren't you baby? You needed to cum so bad you couldn't even wait ten minutes for me to get out of the shower? You're such a good girl, you know that? I love that my girl can get herself off. That's so fucking hot, babe."
You squirmed as he threw the covers off of you, wasting no time and making you mentally thank him like crazy for not teasing you as he plunged two fingers inside of you while still talking dirty to you. "That's so sexy, babygirl. It's so sexy that you can make yourself cum like that. Maybe sometime I'll come over and just watch you touch yourself, how would you like that, babygirl?" You whined as he continued to hit your g spot, his fingers filling you up so much better than your own.
"T-topper…"
"That's it, baby. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
"Ugh, yesss, Topper," you moaned in ecstasy. The boy was providing you so much pleasure your vision was starting to blur and you could feel your orgasm approaching again. Topper continued to rub the spots deep inside of you while rubbing circles around your clit until you couldn't hold it any longer and released with a loud moan.
"Topper, that felt really good. Thank you, love." You planted kisses on his jawline and pulled him in close, his erection hitting your thigh.
"You don't need to thank me, Y/N. I love doing that for you. Now… would you like more, or no?"
Despite how pleasured you felt, you still didn't feel fully satisfied. You needed more. You needed to feel him inside of you.
"More, Topper. Fuck me. Please."
"Your wish is my command," he whispered in your ear, pulling a condom out from beside your bed and slipping it on quickly, not wanting to wait any longer. Once the condom was on he pushed slowly inside of you. Even after all the times you had done it and even when he was being more rough, Topper always took his time entering you to be sure he wasn't hurting you. You felt him hit the sweet spot inside of you before he even started moving and you could already feel your second orgasm fast approaching.
Topper started to thrust, slowly at first, and then more quickly. You could feel his cock noticeably pulsing inside of you, he was clearly just as desperate as you as he fucked you into the bedsheets, nearly screaming your name as your walls tightened around him.
"Ugh… good girl Y/N," he whined through breathy moans as he struggled to hold himself up above you, nearly collapsing from the pleasure. You could tell he was close to cumming and from the way you were feeling him in your stomach, you were beginning to feel the exact same way.
"Y/N I-I'm gonna… oh!" You felt Topper nearly release before stopping himself when you spoke up.
"T-top… n-not yet… I'm getting close… c-can you hold it?"
He nodded, clearly struggling to meet your request but willing for you. You could feel his dick growing inside of you, fighting hard not to burst. The feeling of Topper's cock getting bigger and bigger against your walls and him reaching down to rub your clit at an insane speed had caused you to scream with pleasure and tears were now streaming down your face from the amazing sensation. Topper felt the same, pleasure flooding his body and overwhelming his member as he felt you nearing your orgasm.
Topper was now whining with desperation. He needed to cum, badly. You could tell your boyfriend was having a really hard time holding it and seeing the need to release in his eyes turned you on more than words can say, causing you to hit your high and moan out his name.
"Topper, ohhh, now!"
The two of you came in unison, pleasure overtaking both of your bodies and causing you to scream each other's names as Topper pushed one final thrust into you. You were both so incredibly satisfied and sighed with relief after he pulled out, collapsing next to you and snuggling you lovingly.
Topper kissed all over your body, running his fingers through your hair. "Thank you, Y/N," he said "two days in a row you've made me feel so good. I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend. I love you." He kissed your nose and giggled cheekily.
"I love you too, Topper." You nuzzled into him and pressed your head against his chest, so at peace listening to his heartbeat. Before you knew it you were taking a late morning nap in Topper's arms, snoring loudly as he rubbed your head and fell asleep minutes after, holding you close, happy knowing he would never have to let his girl go.
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How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)
Part 5 to the series hehehe
Parts: 1 2 3 4
Pairing: Childe x fem!reader
Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.
Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.
Words: Abt 2.6k
Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮💨
If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.
Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.
What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.
"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"
Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."
Your patience runs thin.
"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.
"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"
"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."
"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.
Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."
Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.
Teucer wails louder.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.
Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"
Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.
You wince inadvertently.
"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.
Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."
Everyone stops to ponder.
Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"
They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."
The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.
As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.
That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.
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The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.
Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.
Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.
Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.
It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.
"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."
"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.
You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.
"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.
"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.
You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."
He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.
After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"
Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.
Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.
Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.
Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.
His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.
Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.
Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.
Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.
"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."
Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.
"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."
"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.
You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."
To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.
He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.
This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.
"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"
Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."
After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.
You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.
Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.
Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.
"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"
"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.
"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"
His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.
"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.
You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.
He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.
"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."
"Still a kiss though."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.
"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."
Tonia has some serious talent.
When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."
His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."
"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."
He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"
"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.
"Bet."
You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.
You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.
Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.
"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"
You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.
When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.
“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.
He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.
“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.
“Shut up and open your mouth.”
“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”
You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.
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Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.
When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.
His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.
Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.
I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.
— Y/N
He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.
The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.
The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.
Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.
There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.
While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.
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Welcome to overanalyzing fictional gay scenes w baemy 🙃🙃
I’ve had this past episode ‘Thorapy’ stuck in my head since the preview u saw last Thursday.
Sooo, let’s dig into Issac’s coming out arc, shall we?
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Scene 1)
So here’s a full (enough) clip I could find of the beginning of this episode (after cold open)! And we can break it down now y’all xD
Interesting choice that this is one of the first things we hear about the new roomate stuff. Although it has been briefly mentioned before that Flower has been in poly relationships, she’s never really mentioned any of them being women (esp. since she’s basically associating roommates -> wives -> sex).
Ok I know that sounds a bit strange but stay with me here
Then righttt after this line Hetty claims how there is no one she can room with (only 2 other female ghosts), but since most of the pairing is based on cis & heteronormativety, Trevor recognizes how Issac doesn’t fit that mold and suggest he bunks with Hetty ,, cuz nothing will happen lmao
But since Flower just associated roughly roomates = wives/ppl married or dating = having sex, this is partially what Issac is probably thinking and rightfully confused why he would suggest such a thing w Hetty. They aren’t married, dating, or attracted to each other (at least Issac Definitely Isn’t) so he’s baffled by this proposition.
^also since he’s in the (invisible) closet, this feels like Trevor is outing him (emphasized even more by everyone’s lack of eye contact for the awkward moment)
Which leads to Trevor trying to correct himself and like Un-out Issac but also not fully propose anything inherently Straight (a hard line to fit)…..
So Trevor goes with “old-timey” which is a good way to sum up Isaac (and Hetty’s) mindset during this episode. Like despite them growing from character development so far, the whole roomate situation puts them right back in that uncomfy and restricting mindset.
Anywho, Hetty comments right after this and agrees with Trevor which helps emphasize the hmmm you could say “traditional values” of their times (tho like 100 years apart lmao, but still more upper class white Americans) with their “elevated status” (as u can see in the gif, Issac is looking kinda self-conscious, uncomfy, and trying to adjust himself to look better) and her comments just make this whole situation even more restricting.
Though I wonder why she says these things. We do often hear her say stuff that goes back to that traditional kind of mindset (typically regarding a woman’s place and expectations and such) so perhaps she still feels conditioned into this way of thinking and repeats the kinds of things she’s grown up hearing and believing (esp. When it comes to heteronormativity & gender roles)
^^although, if it is true about later in the episode of her sorta having unrequited feelings towards him, then maybe she’s like showing that attraction here with her comments about what they have in common (just feels weird tho cuz she isn’t shown to be attracted to him in any episode prior????)
So Issac tries to give into the situation and playfully joke about it, though he is uncomfy and even leaves like ,, right after this scene (I believe to go on his dat —I mean daily walks w/ Nigel). He clearly doesn’t like Trevor insinuating if he was gay, or should hookup w Hetty, or rly anything in this light (Like, he’s rly only made semi-subtle comments about guys he’s attracted to, but never really talked about it in a Legit Conversation). But hey, he’s still close to her and trying to act cool about it (for now lmao).
And she repeats the same kind of hetero stuff (even though it kind of seems like she’s talking herself into believing it too). Often she’s very confident and pushy about her beliefs, so it is interesting that she is avoiding eye contact and looking more unsure and around the room here, well sure she might be uncomfortable about the roomate situation (esp. cuz she apparently is attracted to Issac), but also she could be feeling trapped as well to perform more Hetero due to Trevor & now Issac’s comment.
The whole “natural urges” thing just feels kinda ,, insincere? And she does generally act more stiff and repressed most of this episode
Which leads to Issac in the next scene ….
#thorapy#comphet#issac and Hetty aren’t feeling it#oof#ghosts cbs#issac higgintoot#cbs ghosts#isaac higgintoot
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