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punk-in-docs · 2 years

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🎃Trick? or Treat?🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends don’t actually believe you’re really dating him, and they require some proof. Cause no way has the freak scored a girl like you- 3k- a dirty funky little drabble really…

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“There is no way. There’s just no way.” Dustin piped up. Dismissing it with a shake of his curly head.

“Agreed.” Mike pitched in, solidly. “I don’t buy it.”

They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there.

“It’s gotta be a set up.” Comes Gareth’s opinion. Nodding as he points his fork at Mike. A wedge of yellow fruit speared on the end.

“A bet right?” Says Jeff. Crossing his arms and eyeing you up, like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You were currently sat at the Hellfire table, so dubbed the freaks’ spot by the jocks, in the canteen.

It was Fall. Inside there were paper streamers looped about the walls in twisting orange and black. Cardboard cut-out Jack-o-lanterns and skulls sneer from the walls.

Outside was a mucky amalgamation of Indiana Fall. Bone chilling rain and sticky brown-gold leaves, that had come off the trees days earlier. The huge windows in here misty muggy and smeared condensation with rain knifing down the glass the other side. The sky is dark grey, all bruised, and heaving with chowder thick clouds.

Droopy paper halloween decorations are tacked everywhere in this space that smells like stale pepperoni pizza. Hand made felt tip posters are tacked up on every surface for the ‘Fright Night’ party happening in the gym.

Now you were looking down the table at five very concerned faces. All of whom were waiting for you to spill the truth.

Quite frankly, they’re all looking at you like you’re Judas Iscariot at a disciples reunion.

Your eyes darted around from person to person.

They don’t believe you exist. They can’t believe it.

They cannot buy that you’re dating the curly haired scarecrow that is their metal headed Hellfire Leader. Your Eddie.

Who at this moment had dashed out in the rain to the parking lot with his black hoodie yanked over his wild hair, cause he left his lighter in his van.

And cause you’d left your chapstick in there in the glove compartment. And well, he did offer to retrieve it for you. Such a Prince.

“What part of are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask as you reach in your bag for your book, and your brown paper bag of home made lunch. Chicken salad sandwich and a bag of chips. Extra large portions. You knew who would be stealing half your lunch.

Your chunky blue sweater slides off one shoulder. Revealing a lilac bra strap and a definite indication of a grape-purple hickie nestled in the crook your neck. The mystery continues.

“It’s gotta be fake. You’re like, dating a jock or something, aren’t you?” Jeff narrows his eyes at you like you’re a suspect.

Your gaze is packed in snow. Something razor cold skimmed off the Arctic Ocean.

“I take offence at that, dweeb.” You lob your eraser at his head.

That move is eerily similar to… someone else.

You hold your hand out, palm up to him, with a thundering frown. He throws your pink eraser back.

“But you’re-“ Mike starts. Then his tongue stunts itself.

You pause. Brows shooting up your head.

“I’m what, Wheeler?” Your tone invites him to think very carefully about his next words.

“You’re a girl.” He splutters.

“Hey. Only on the outside, kid.” You wink and click your tongue at him. Grinning. Widening your eyes. You learnt that from someone else too. The Kubrick stare.

“No- you’re, like. You’re a girl, girl. Like, you’re popular and. Normal? You get good grades. You’re friends with Jonny Lopez’ girlfriend. You’re going to like, a big league college.”

“I wouldn’t say popular. And we’re not entirely like friends. She just sort of bitches at me, and I occasionally give her a ride to school.” You shrug honestly.

“And hey excuse me, I’m not normal.” You point out. “I was reliably told this was the table that celebrates being ‘not normal’ anyhow.” you curl your fingers with air quotes.

They shrink down a little with that point. “Well yeah- actually.” and a chorus of shuffles, awkward coughs, and agreeing grunts comes your way.

“Good. Cause if I wanted to be ordinary I’d go sit at that table over there.” You nudge your head across the way where Jonny and Linda are sitting.

He’s telling some stupid macho story about a keg party to his fellow guffawing gorillas. She was busy chewing gum, not listening and painting her nails slutty cherry red.

“Did he pay you to do this?” Dustin asks. “Like $20 bucks if you come sit over here and prank the nerds.”

You slowly crunch a chip on your tongue and shoot him a spiky look. “Careful, Henderson.”

“Who paid who, to what, to the nerds?” Bursts a new voice into the conversation.

Quite possibly your favourite voice ever.

Eddie thumps himself down on his throne at the end of the table. Nudges his chair right up close to yours.

He’s flicking rain drips off his hoodie, some beaded down his leather arms. Some still clung to his big dark doe lashes and his messy bangs now growing wonkily down into his eyes. You’d seen him loping into the trailer bathroom the other day with a cigarette on the go, and a pair of scissors to just whack at those bangs. Messy as fuck.

A few rolling rain drips are still skating down his forehead. Soggy black sleeves nudge your chapstick into your palm on the table. He shakes off the rain like a wet dog.

Eddie drops a kiss on your head. A soft “Mwah” before he takes his seat. His hair hanging on your nose smelling like your dreamy coconut conditioner, because he’d spent the night at yours last night.

Neither of you got much sleep, naturally. You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. That boy was a sexual menace.

“Dude. We were just talking about your not girlfriend here.” Gareth pointed out. Jeff was deciding to take a cowardly out and hide behind a comic book.

Eddie tilts his head at the guy. Winding his cold knuckles through yours. Right there on the table top. Skin chilled from the rain.

“Is that a challenge in that sentence I’m hearing?” He asks with a stormy edge to his expression.

Eddies gaze could be lethal if he willed it to be. Shredding metal he could cut you on. These geeks rarely wanted to be in the ireful wrath of their leader’s disapproval.

“There’s no way you’re dating! It’s a hoax!” Dustin exclaims, loud. Laying his hands on the table in emphasis. Almost rising out his seat.

Eddie flicks those dark eyes to his curly haired companion.

“Alright punk. What about this are you struggling to get through your little head?” He barks out.

“How about, I don’t know, all of it. The fact she’s sat eating here. The fact you’re supposedly dating…” Sinclair lays out.

“Stop putting adverbs and negatives before the word dating.” You scowl at them.

Eddie chuckles, sneers and slings an arm around your shoulders. Looping you right close to him. You’re munching your lunch and smiling as he brings you in closer.

“Is it cause I’m so hot and so so way out of her little arty girl indie state league? I know. Poor baby girl, she can’t help that.” He coos.

You twist your head and his smirk is right there. Would be a shame not to kiss it. You lean in and peck him on the mouth sweetly.

When you pull away the pair of you take great delight in the shock still on their faces.

Eddie nuzzles his nose into your neck to make you squirm. Then he sits there with his chin on your shoulder. Opening his mouth like a little baby bird when he wants you to feed him chips. You do and he bites and sucks on the salty ends of your fingers.

“Seriously Henderson, You couldn’t shell out the amount of money required to fake constantly wrangling this one’s humungous ego.” You pat Eddie’s cheek three times.

“Not the only humungous thing she has to wrangle.” Eddie leers. Does that curling devil tongue at you. Tries to shove his tongue in your ear. You laugh and bat him away.

“No. No. Gross.” Says Mike. Shaking his shaggy head.

“….Plus serious compensation would be required for anyone to sleep in his flea pit of a bedroom.” You tell. Eyes turned down towards your book.

Eddie reached over you with his free hand and pawed at your chip packet for more. Scooped up your sandwich and stole a bite. Extra crispy bacon. Lettuce, Chicken mayo and that spicy mustard he likes- oh he was in love.

“Hey, I tidied it up for you, pencils. I put clean sheets on the bed. Made sure you could see the floor.” He spoke through chewing. Cheeks full. Sucking a glob of mustard off his thumb.

And yet, they’re all sat there looking at you like you’re selling bullshit.

“Alright you little assholes.” You clap and dust your hands off. Some of them actually jump back. Flinching.

Eddies staring at you with literal red bursting heart eyes watching you get irate with his table full of nerds.

You’re sat here all puppy love bundled up with him. Cupid arrow pink kinda gooey love, enshrined with little hearts squished above the i’s. Surrounded by pink ribbons and fucking bluebirds. Mushy love like a damn Carpenter’s song, and you’re so fused together at the hip bones. Like it actually hurts to break apart.

They’re still not buying it.

“What will it take to convince you, that we, are a real thing?” You nudge your thumb at you and Eddie.

They eye you shrewdly. Mike is the first soldier over the top the face the clattering guns.

“What’s his favourite band?” He fires out. Twisting towards you. All elbows and angles and those Wheeler nuclear-family enviable cheekbones.

“Bandsss plural.” You correct. “Metallica, Black Sabbath, Megadeath, Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P, Judas Priest, and Van Halen...”

“Don’t you dare do it.” Eddie warns to that naughty gleam in your eye. “They’ll never look at me the same.”

The guys lean in all interested.

“… And Dolly Parton. Especially Jolene.” They descend into laughing uproar. Eddie throws chips at Sinclair who was cackling.

They were never to know you two hollered along to that at the top of your lungs, on the drive to school in the summertime. Windows open. Hair flying. Shades on. Soupy sunshine and enjoying another cloying Indiana July.

That was the month you’d met this gorgeous creature. Watching fireflies come out laying in the long cool grass at the trailer park, sharing a joint. You in a gossamer sundress the colour of blushing peonies. It was like a way too good fever dream. Hazy days and deep purple sticky summer midnights.

“Favourite food?” Comes the next.

“His favourite meal is a chilli dog, with jalapeño loaded dirty fries with everything, and I mean everything, on it, and one of those strawberry mega monster shake things you get at the diner over on Admiral. He also loves sour candy, like a ridiculous amount. Sour patch kids, nerds, jolly ranchers.”

Eddie who was eating next to you frowned through chewing your sandwich down. The whole thing was nearly gone. Your half was looking pretty tasty too.

“I also know he doesn’t really have a great sense of a varied diet. He won’t eat for hours and then he’ll scarf it down in five seconds like a seagull. Case in point-“ Wave your hand across at him. Like you were presenting him.

“Hey-“ He mumbled. Mouth stuffed with almost all your sandwich.

“All in all, Bottomless void when it comes to food. Runs almost entirely on nicotine and caffeine. Or gas station beef jerky, and out of date mini powdered doughnuts.” You finish.

“Celebrity crush?” Dustin points a finger at you.

“Eartha Kitt. In her skin tight Catwoman costume.” You smile sultrily. “Next?”

“Damn.” Jeff laughed.

“Favourite subject?”

Oh you scoff.

“DND. Obviously. He hates science and math. But he’s actually shockingly good at English. He’s a reader. Reads more comics and fantasy books, than anyone I know. If you can’t find him, guaranteed he’s in the fantasy section.”

“Wow dude, really?” Gareth asks.

Eddie actually blushed.

“It’s actually pretty cute. You know Mrs Coulter, the elderly librarian? Yeah. They exchange Xmas cards. She properly dotes on him. Adorable. Calls him Edward.” You chuckle.

“No way-“ Dustin grins. Giggling. “Edward.” He preens. Cheeks all squidgy with his smile.

Eddie flicks a gaze over at you. It’s almost edgy, but he’s smiling. He’ll remember that- for later on.

“Henderson, I will jam that fork in your eye.”

You overlap the violence and pat the back of your boyfriends hand. Nudge your lunch towards him as a consolation prize.

“He’s just terrible at being forced to read and write stuff. Nonconformer in him really rails against being told what to do.” You lay out nodding.

Cause that was kinda a given where he’s concerned.

“Oh, oh, I know. Favourite movie…” Jeff clicks his fingers at you.

“Friday 13th. The Goonies when he’s stoned out his crazy brain.” You pat Eddie’s head affectionately as you speak.

“Ok those are fairly standard. How about a random trivia round?…” Dustin decides very loudly. Slamming his fist down on the table top. Almost knocking over Mikes can of tab. Jesus Dustin. Watch it man-

You roll your eyes and think. You also shut your book cause you know you won’t be cramming for your English test with the current inquisition going on.

“What does Eddie hate… what are some of his dislikes.”

“Jocks. Uh, He uhm, hates mushrooms on his pizza. Picks the pickles out his burger. He prefers winter to summer. Cuts all the scratchy labels out his clothes cause they annoy the hell out of him. Gets hay fever pretty bad. He thinks playing or watching sports is dull as shit. He can’t stand CCR, or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m sorry but no ice cream should taste like toothpaste. It’s sick.” Eddie whines.

“He has little scars on his back that he likes to claim are scratches from sex.” You begin.

“Yeah he’s showed those us a lot. It’s sickening.

“Okay, wait til I tell you that he actually got them from falling ass first into my moms rose bush when he was sneaking in through my bedroom window one night.”

“I brought you chicken noodle soup when you were on the very verge of death. Pencils.” Eddie defends.

You turn and catch his pouty little eyes as he leans into you.

“He thinks I don’t know that he sometimes feeds the trailer park strays. Leaves out a can of tuna and bowls of water for them. Has given most of them metal names.”

Holy shit. Eddie makes this face at you like he’s in awe of all the little things you’d grasped about him. Made his stomach feel all slippy and gooey. Yeah. This is definitely love, kid.

“Awhh.”

Eddie snaps his eyes across to his friend who dares make that noise. He picked up the fork closest to him. Shooting feral eyes.

“Oh, He’s named his van.”

“Pencils.” He warns.

“Shut up.” Mike counters. “What is it?”

“Galadriel.” You chirp all sunny.

Dustin looks so happy.

“You’re single handedly ruining my reputation here, honey.”

You lean in and smack a kiss on the end of his nose.

“You have a sex rep I don’t know about, Munson?” You raise one brow. Up in his face about it. That jumper sliding down a silky skinned shoulder he wants to nose at. Call a spade a spade. He wants to bite it. Soothe the bite with his tongue and hear you coo oh, Eddie.

“Not in front of the halflings, Baby. They’re fresh faced and innocent right out the shire.” He dotes at you.

“Hey we’ve seen some shit.” One of them defends

“Not talking about a DND campaign you little pipsqueak.” Eddie smirks.

His hand is sliding around the waistband of your hip. Scooping around your back and pulling you to him. Clutching at his leathered shoulders and your thighs guided sideways over his lap. He snatched you right out your seat.

“Children avert your gaze. Some very 18+ activities are about to happen here.” Eddie warns them as his hands smooth up your jumper. Over your hips and back. He growls when he gets his ring clad fingers clutching your ass through your jeans.

“Ok, I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Buckle up, Pencils.” He whispers into your ear and brushed his tongue over your pulse.

“I’m going for public indecency to prove a point to these assholes.”

Then he seals his lips across yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth, as with any wild Eddie kiss, you melt. You feel his jaw open.

Your spine uncurls and slopes down your body like jello. It’s a movie star kiss that demanded Dolby technicolour and surround sound. A swooning kiss off the silver screen that could curl toes, and bloom whole fields of daisies.

You grasp his hair and reel him in. Kiss him back all spitty and wet to prove a point, and you’re not shy about shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moans.

You scratch his scalp. He sucks your bottom lip like you’re a delicacy. It’s way too much. So filthy. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

Then you feel his wicked, wicked hand pinging dangerously at your bra clasp. Snapping it to your skin. He bites his lip when he pulls back and shoots you those sultry black bedroom eyes.

“This is the one I hate getting off isn’t it? The goddamned purple one.” He says all lusty as he rubs the tip of his nose into yours. Your cheeks are so hot. Blood lava hot pushing in your face.

“You’re a trooper. Munson. You’ll figure it out.” You tell him with a teasing voice that you can feel makes his dick throb under your thighs.

“Can’t wait to get in those panties, later.”

“I’ve got art class after school. Come by around eight. Moms out tonight.” You flirt. Which means takeout, and suffocating, hands wandering, kisses, til you can’t remember which way is up or down. And so much Eddie. It feels like you’ll burst with love of him.

His lips taste like sugary tab and, now, your chapstick. Ash swirls on his breath from his last smoke. He’ll be itching for another one soon. Maybe you’ll sneak away and join him. Make out for the remainder of lunch time.

“Good. I really love it when you can scream loud when I bury my face in your pus-“ You clap your hand over his mouth.

“They don’t need chapter and verse. Baby.”

Eddie responds by licking a big hot stripe up your palm.

“You know, guys, maybe they’re not faking it.”

“Please, people are trying to eat here!”

“I’m definitely gonna barf.”

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octorosi · 9 months

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Okay I had an idea and wanna share it >:3

If I were to make a live action/ a movie with the Octonauts characters here’s who I would cast for each character >:3

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Barnacles: Okay this took a while- but! After scrolling through actors I decided on my favorite, so I’m casting Keanu reeves to play real barnacles, they are pretty similar, both are pretty chill and down to earth and they are just good people in general, and keanu is a great actor >:3.

Kwazii: okay this one took a bit longer, I was going to do Johnny depp, because he played captain Jack sparrow, but there’s quite an age difference between him and kwazii (Love Jonny though) then I settled on a few, Andrew Garfield, Pedro pascal, or Tom holland. Leaning more towards Pedro though. They are both funny and he just gives kwazii energy.

Peso: I’m for sure going for Tom holland for peso, it just fits!

Shellington: I’ve been searching for hours for an actor that fits him- but I physically can’t😭 if anyone can PLEASE let me know😿

Dashi: I’m leaning twards Emma stone with Dashi, but what makes this difficult is dashi is the only one I don’t have a human design for so she could look like anything- a friend suggested Zendaya but I’m stuck on her or Emma stone.

Tweek: I can’t find any actors that fit tweek😭😭 she’s just too great ig (same with shellington if anyone finds any that fits please let me know-)

Inkling: Okay, I’m thinking Mabye Hugh Laurie, (He was great in house so that’s one of my motivations ✨)

#that’s it!#I might do the octo agents but this in itself took a long while 😿#rosi’s random rambles #captain barnacles #octonauts #kwazii #dashie #tweek #peso #professor inkling #shellington

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mistaah-j · 5 days

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🃏Biography. The Joker🃏

Most of this is made up by the mun— do not steal or reblog as I’ve put a lot of thought into this. Also do not copy this layout.

Basic info:

Real name: Jack Oswald White— but this information has never been disclosed to anyone else so only he knows his real name.

Preferred alias:

Joker.

Mister. J.

John Doe.

Age: 31 years old.

Birthday: Born October 31st.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Nationality: American.

Born in: Gotham City, United States.

Currently residing in: Gotham City, United States.

Morality: Chaotic evil.

Occupation: Full time menace to society/Self proclaimed King of Gotham City.

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Appearance:

Height: 1.8m / 5’11”

Weight: 76 kg/ 12 stone.

Hair: Neon Green/Brunette before the acid incident.

Eyes: Bright blue.

Tattoos: Joker has a range of tattoos from head to toe. Most resemble his alter ego. From jesters to playing cards and toothy smiles, his skin is decorated like tapestry with the art. His favourite tattoo of all is the ‘Damaged’ on his forehead as it best describes his mental state of mind. He plans to get more, possibly something that could be used to mock Batman with because why not~? He just loves to rile the caped crusader up.

Piercings: The only piercings Joker currently has are his ear piercings and a tongue piercing. He much prefers tattoos but will likely get more anyway in the future.

Scars: Due to many battles and run ins with Batman over the years, Joker has sustained many injuries much like his archnemesis. Scars litter his pale skin, some jagged and deep and some faded. Luckily his tattoos cover the worst of them— partly the reason he got them to begin with.

Other: Thanks to a rather intense fight with Batman before being escorted to Arkham Asylum, Joker’s regular front teeth were brutally smashed out and had to be replaced with silver caps— thus why his mouth takes on a more metallic look.

Faceclaim: Jared Leto.

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Family/Friends:

Mother: Sophia White.

Status: Unknown.

Relationship: Joker doesn’t remember much about his time spent in his mother’s care. At the age of seven, he was placed into an orphanage due to his parents not wanting him anymore, though he briefly recalls his mother’s hand combing through his hair one last time before she turned on her heel and made a swift exit from his life— a strange display of affection for somebody who so easily gave up on him. The true reason as to why she gave him up remains unclear, but the abandonment has stuck with him more than he likes to admit. He can’t help but to wonder though.. was there a part of Sophia that regretted leaving her son behind?

Father: Damien White.

Status: Unknown.

Relationship: Much like his mother, not much is recalled about his relationship with his father. All he remembers is that his father used to shout a lot and smack his mother around when she stood up to him. Perhaps the reason he was put into care? Joker doesn’t know, but he no longer possesses the quality to care about why exactly they’re no longer around.

Siblings: He’s an only child as far as he knows. Given the fact that he doesn’t know his family at all though, it’s a possibility that he could have siblings somewhere out there.

Spouse: N/A. (Depending on the verse, I usually ship him with Harley Quinn and have a few plot ideas if anyone is interested. Bruce Wayne is also an option too as an enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits plot.)

Kids: N/A. (Again, depends on the verse.)

Pets: He once owned a pet Hyena called Chuckles, but it was quickly confiscated and sent off to a zoo when Joker was apprehended by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum.

Friends: Joker doesn’t consider many people his friends, but his closest companions are Harley Quinn, Jonny Frost and of course he’ll claim Batman to be his best friend even though Batman loathes the bones of him.

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Other:

Personality traits/Characteristics: Narcissistic, sarcastic, witty, cruel, unpredictable, brazen, overconfident, wild, crude, apathetic, heartless, clever, impatient, impulsive, aggressive, cynical, enigmatic, obnoxious, possessive, envious, greedy, menacing, loud, immature, twisted, wicked, evil, mischievous, irritable, selfish, boastful, excitable, assertive, demented.

MBTI Type: ENTP. He’s an extrovert who is creative and loves a good plan. However, he’s easily distracted by new possibilities and can often stray away from his original plans to pursue another manic idea. He’ll do anything to achieve his goals even despite the resistance from others he knows he’ll be met with.

Any mental illness: Joker suffers from schizophrenia— psychotic disorder which often results in random bursts of violent outbreaks and excessive delusions, hallucinations included. His mind is often muddled with wild fantasies that can only be described as insane and no amount of therapy has been able to provide him relief. Past therapists at Arkham Asylum conclude that he may be bordering on dissociative identity disorder too.

Weapons: Depending on his mood, Joker uses a range of weapons from handguns to bombs and melee weapons.. but his absolute favourite of them all is his trusty submachine gun. Nothing gives him a thrill quite like letting those bullets fly all while laughing hysterically about it.

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Backstory:

A rough childhood behind him, Jack was born into an abusive household and exposed to violence at a young age. With his father mercilessly beating him and his mother almost every night in an alcohol induced rage, it’s no surprise that his morals were corrupted from the get-go. However, he wasn’t around his father long enough for him to be a major influence in his life when his mother decided enough was enough.

Waiting for her husband to consume enough alcohol for him to pass out, Jack’s mother wasted no time in driving her son to the nearest orphanage and after a whispered ‘you’ll be safe here’ and a quick kiss to his forehead, she disappeared off into the night never to be seen or heard of again.

Growing up, Jack always knew he was different to the other kids in care. He wasn’t interested in what they were interested in, dolls and action figures only doing so much to appease his tormented little mind. Instead, Jack found himself fascinated with crime and death which quickly caused concern for staff at the orphanage when told time and time again about his morbid curiosity. To say the least, staff often found themselves uneasy around him, especially when he started to display symptoms of early schizophrenia— the exact same symptoms that deterred any potential foster parents away from adopting him.

By the time he reached eighteen and with no success of a foster family, Jack was released as a young adult into the world— and that’s where his life of crime began. Quickly getting in with the wrong crowd after a club brawl gone wrong, Jack joined one of Gotham’s many notorious gangs of thugs where he quickly began to climb the hierarchy. For the first time in his life, Jack felt as though he had a purpose. Like he had a life worth living with people who understood him. But all of that came crashing down within the blink of an eye.

One stormy evening, Jack found himself on the end of a drug bust when Batman intercepted the deal. Him being the supplier, he was chased through the streets of Gotham until a promising escape route beckoned him in the form of a chemical factory. Little did he know this is where his life would take a drastic turn.

On the cusp of escaping, it wasn’t until Batman took a swoop at him from the top floor did he lose his footing and take a tumble into a burning container of acid that quickly burned and bleached his skin a sickly white, lips stained red and chemically altering his hair to a neon green once he finally emerged after almost drowning. It was that exact same acid that drove him further down the road of insanity. Pronounced dead by Batman, he’d once again been left behind.

Following that night Jack became obsessed with Batman and swore revenge, and in the following years he adopted his alter ego— becoming well known and greatly feared as ‘The Joker’ thanks to his unique appearance which oddly resembled that of a clown.

From bank heists to mass murder and destruction across the city, it didn’t take long for Batman to find him once again and many altercations with him later, Joker unfortunately landed himself a one way ticket to Arkham Asylum after a particularly lethal fight with the masked hero. Therapy sessions were made a mockery of, and Joker only laughed at anyone who attempted to help him, only requesting to speak to Batman. This resulted in him being doomed to spend most of his twenties confined by white cushioned walls and restrained in a snug straitjacket for everyone’s safety— including his own.

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Reader - Haunted Past, Haunting the Present

What happens when on an ordinary Halloween night with your beloved rogue…an old possessive and aggressive flame comes back to haunt you and your new partner?

A/N: so believe it or not this idea is based on an old original Halloween story I’ve been working on and off with for the past three years rip, and I decided to try and do this one shot with just Scarecrow cause it’s his holiday lol and I wanted to practice writing for him more. This is still just my general version for now, a strange concoction of BTAS and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! cause I adore those two. And I do have a drawing with him planned out, but not sure if I’ll have the energy to finish it in time for Halloween rip

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Have fun but PLEASE stay safe while doing so!!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of an abusive past relationship, stalking, violence, and some language. Please if any of this may seem slightly triggering to you, please avoid! I do plan to write an alternative less triggering version of this story soon! Just hang tight!

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Needless to say Halloween was you and Jonathan's holiday. Most couples went all out on Valentine's Day or Christmas, but not you two.

Your house was filled with hay bales, fake cobwebs, various jack-o-lanterns all over, and skeletons on the front porch swing.

The whole nine yards.

You still giggled at the little almost life sized scarecrow figure you found that stood at the bottom of your doorsteps. It took a minute for Jonathan to roll his eyes back into his eye sockets, but you could tell he grew fond of it, eventually.

Every night you two cuddled up and watched horror movies. You never got enough of Jonathan's smartass commentary, or how he'd go out of his way to be the one to scare you next.

The following days, the two of you tried to restrain yourselves from adding more décor both inside and outside your home. As hard as it was at first, Jonathan found it easier to not pull any Scarecrow like antics when he found himself genuinely enjoying the festivities with you.

As thrilling as it was to watch and test others' fears and tolerances against it…it didn't compare to the warm swelling in his chest when he heard you laugh or squeal whenever he spooked you around the house.

While he's Fear Incarnate, you love and trust him enough to cling to him when you are at your most frightened.

Much like tonight.

It was finally Halloween night.

You were dressed up and handing candy out to the kids. Meanwhile, Jonathan was mirroring his scarecrow twin on the other side of the steps. Every now and then he'd jump out and scare a group of kids, or he would tap a child on the shoulder and return back to his post like nothing happened.

It was hard to keep a straight face whenever he heard you giggle or when you cheered him on.

"Good job, Jonny!"

"Damn, Jonny, you scared me and I knew you were there!"

"I think you're having too much fun there, Mr. Crane."

Jonathan bloomed with pride. This night couldn't get any better.

It didn't.

As the number of children started to dwindle, Jonathan decided it was time to pack up the suit for tonight. He hopped off his post but not before regarding his other partner in crime.

"Good work tonight, my friend." He patted the hay stuffed shoulder of the fake scarecrow before heading inside.

When he first walked in he headed toward the left where the kitchen was. He removed his hat and mask and took a refreshing breath of air.

"Gotcha!" You jumped out and wrapped your arms around Jonathan's waist. He may deny it all he wants but you felt that sharp intake of breath he took.

Jonathan did jump a little bit from the shock, but he immediately relaxed into your embrace, chuckling. "Seems you finally got me."

You squeezed him with your arms. "I've always got you, but I will scare you properly one of these days! Mark my words, Jonathan Crane!" You kissed his cheek before releasing him from your arms.

"Where are you going?" Jonathan watched as you headed outside.

"I forgot to grab the mail." You were already out of your costume and in a Gotham University hoodie of Jonathan's and some sweatpants.

"Darling, it's really late. I'm sure that can wait…"

"Jonny, I'll be fine." You assured. "Besides, I need you to hop in the shower…" You hummed.

"Um, why?" He quirked his eyebrow.

"So I can come in and join you." You winked at him, before turning the doorknob to head outside.

Jonathan nearly tripped going up the flight of stairs as fast as possible to the bathroom.

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You were snickering to yourself as you were pretty sure Jon missed a step or two running up the stairs.

The night was still, the fog had gotten denser. If not for the decorations and littered candy wrappers all over. You wouldn't think it was Halloween.

You shivered, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was quiet, the whistle of a soft breeze being all you heard.

You made it to your mailbox at the other side of the sidewalk and found yourself quickly shuffling the envelopes into your arm. The squeak of the old rusted metal door to your mailbox seemed to echo down to the end of the street.

When your feet pressed down on the wood of your footsteps you felt much safer.

Until you felt a rough hand land on your shoulder. You knew it wasn't Jonny's, this hand was cold and calloused.

You jumped out of your skin, falling on the steps. and dropped all the envelopes to the ground.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy it's just me, baby.."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

You couldn't tell if you were frightened or enraged. How? What? When? Why?

What the hell is your ex partner doing here?

"Hey, is that anyway to treat your significant other? You really thought you got away, huh?" They asked. They held their hand out for you to take.

"Get the fuck away from me! We're not together anymore!"

"Aww, that's cute, that's real cute, baby. But it's okay, there's no hard feelings." They reached out and grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards them.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" You immediately went into fight mode as you scratched and yanked your hand away from theirs and scrambled to the door.

You could hear their feet stomping up the steps behind you. You slammed the door shut, quickly trying to lock up the door with all the locks.

It didn't take long for your ex to start beating down the door. Calling you out, cursing you out, threatening you.

"JONATHAN!" You began running up the stairs and headed to the bathroom.

"Y/N? Darling, what's wrong?" Jonathan was already running down the stairs and met you halfway. He was wearing a plain shirt and boxers, he had yet to get into the shower, waiting for you.

"I-It..I-I don't even know HOW b-but…"

All his years of studying and being enthralled by the fear in people's eyes.

He loathed this.

He didn't ever want to see that level of fear in your eyes. He didn't want to see you quivering, whimpering, crying.

"Y/N…Y/N, darling breathe please…please breathe. You're okay. I'm here, you're safe, sweetheart." He began walking you the rest of the way up the stairs and to your bedroom.

"I-it's my ex…I-I don't even know how they found me…Jonathan I'm so sorry.."

"Is. Is this the ex you told me about? Who hurt you?" He asked sternly, as he set you down on the edge of the bed.

All you could muster was a nod. "I-Im so sorry, Jon I have no idea how-"

"This isn't your fault, darl-"

CRACK

You screamed and Jonathan's blood ran cold. A medium sized rock had been thrown through your bedroom window.

"J-jonathan…I-I'm scared."

Jon's eyes widened. Any other time someone told him that he'd be grinning with pride, elated to achieve this terror.

Now that it wasn't him causing it, but it was happening from an outside factor towards someone he cared more than anyone or anything in the world.

Jonathan saw red.

"I know, my love." He held you in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He kissed your cheek and your forehead. "Stay here, lock the door behind me. And no matter what you hear, stay here. Understand?"

"B-but Jonathan…"

"I would say call the police but I don't trust the GCPD as far as I can throw them."

"Jonathan, w-what are you going to do?"

Jonathan looked over his shoulder at you as he opened the door to leave your shared bedroom. You were still shaking in the fetal position on the bed.

"I'm going to show them true terror."

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"Y/N!!! Don't make me throw another damn rock! You can't hide from me forever!" You ex hollered to the new hole in your bedroom window.

"Come on, you stupid bitch! How long did you think you could stay away from me?! You can't fucking live without me!"

"I beg to differ…"

"Hey whoa!" They jumped back and looked behind them. They started chuckling.

"Really? You're gonna try and scare me, Y/N? Please, I thought you were more mature than that."

They opened their mouth to say some more degrading things, but the words were caught in his throat. Almost quite literally by the scythe to their throat.

"Trust me…you know nothing about true fear…" The Scarecrow growled into your ex partner's ear.

"Hey, hey, who the hell are you? Cut this shit out, man! This ain't got nothin' to do with you!"

Scarecrow brought the blade closer to their skin. "Oh, but it does…and as to my identity…"

Scarecrow swiped his other hand up to the other side of the ex partner's neck and injected them with his signature fear elixir straight into their jugular.

"I'm your worst nightmare…"

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You were pacing back and forth upstairs. Constantly looking through the hole in your window, but due to the fog you barely made out the two figures outside your home. You couldn't tell who made it out, but you were hoping Jon was okay.

You had no doubt Jon took on his Scarecrow persona to encounter your ex, and you couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought. Knowing that your ex was finally feeling the fear they instilled in you for so long all that time ago.

Some time had passed, almost an hour or two, the fog had cleared some but you didn't see either your ex or Jon outside. Just when you were about to head outside…

You heard the door to the bedroom open.

To anyone else if they saw a tall lanky scarecrow with a burlap mask in their room they would be screeching in fright.

For you, though, you immediately ran into his arms, letting out tears of relief.

"You're okay, I'm so glad you're okay…" You sniffled, as you rubbed your face into his chest.

"Of course I am, my love. Why wouldn't I be? Surely you didn't doubt me?" Jon teased as he slipped the mask off and tossed it to the floor.

"No, no I just…I tried to look, but I couldn't see what was going on…" You explained. "A-and you were both gone."

Jon shushed you softly, he began rubbing your back like he did before. Squeezing and holding you tight. "I'm here now, it's okay, they're gone…"

For a second you think to ask him where he took them, but you didn't want to know. If Jon said they're gone, then they're gone.

Good riddance.

"Thank you, Jonny…" You whispered.

"Anything for you, my love." He kissed the crown of your head.

You squeezed your arms back around him, not wanting to let him go. Sensing this, Jon lifted you up off your feet. You let out a fit of squeals and giggles as you cling to him for dear life.

He lightly tossed you onto the bed, as you giggled and got comfortable under the quilt and sheets. Jonathan began slipping out of the rest of his costume. Going back to his plain shirt and boxer shorts.

When he looked back to you, he couldn't help but chuckle as you reached out for him with adorable grabby hands.

He pulled the covers back and as soon as his body made contact with the mattress you immediately entangled your limbs with his.

You wrapped your arm around his abdomen and your legs wrapped around one of his long ones. "Took you long enough." You muttered, as you laid your head on his chest.

Jonathan chuckled some more as he began placing his arms where they belonged around you. You resonated in his touch; warm and loving.

You propped your head up for a minute and stared into his soft brown eyes. You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips

"I love you, my scarecrow…" You whispered almost breathlessly, you laid your head back down and started to doze off.

Jon kissed the top of your head. "And I love you, my sweet raven."

#ahaha I liked this at 4 am this morning #now posting it..ahhh...kinda unsure #rip #hope you guys like it though!#jonathan crane x reader #the scarecrow x reader #dc the scarecrow x reader #ri writes #happy halloween!!#have fun and be safe #love you guyss

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moonchild-in-blue · 6 months

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🎃 Trick or Treat 🍬

Face your destiny:

👻 Trick! - Oh no! Your costume scared Boonf, the knitting ghost, and made them drop their ball of yarn. They were knitting you a scarf, but now you must face the cold unprotected :/ 🧶🧣 (it's okay, Boonf still loves you)

🍬 Treat~ - What a beautiful smile - and pleasant smell! My my, someone has been using their special Tutti-Frutti Summer Blast Extravaganza scented shampoo! Here, have a nice leaf 🤲☘️

🦇 Trock - Ruh-oh, someone ate too much garlic bread at the Halloween function. Robert Battison, the vampire bat, does not aprove. He squirts you with pickle juice, for 5+ emotional damage. 🥒🔫

🍭 Treat? Treat! - There's a little sadness in your eyes. The cold is trying to get to you, but your soul persists. It's okay, we'll get through this together, friend! Have a warm drink and a forehead kissie. 🍵😚

💀 T R I C K - Jonnie Bone Jovi, the thespian skeleton, put on a one-skelleton show for you, but you laughed during her Super Serious rib-xylophone solo. *bonk* you get (gently) hit with a femur. 🦴🎶

🍫 treat treat treat ⁽ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ⁾ - AH, yes, you're here for the sweets, are you not? Here you go, this year has been hard enough, have as many as you'd like (but leave one out for Mr. Jack o'Lantern, so he may bless you with his pumpkin kiss). 🍬🥚🍭🍪🥜🍫

🧟 Trick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) - You're one of them monster fuckers, right? Yeah, I can see you. You probably really want a trick, don't ya? A silly little "prank". Tsk, tsk. Okay, fine. You may follow the masked individual looming ominously in the shadows - he'll know what to do. 😈🔪

🎃 Treeet - Well, someone's excited for Halloween! Your pumpkin-spiced aura is positively glowing. Here you go, have some a caramel apple and come see my friends Jen & Berry perform a spooky song. 🐌🎺🦔🪕

#i hope you have fun with this!!#happy halloween everyone #pls share with others!#halloween #happy halloween #polls #tumblr polls #my polls

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lazarus---rising · 1 year

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mini guide to the mechanisms for my non mechs followers who have zero clue what im saying when i talk about them

jonny d'ville;

role: captain first mate mechanism: heart last death: stabbed straight through the heart during a bar fight backstory: born and raised on a planet called new texas, took hitman jobs from one eyed jack to pay off his father's debt . in one of the jobs, he killed his dad . after he got mechanized, he went back to new texas and burnt down the casino one eyed jack ran.

gunpowder tim;

role: master at arms mechanism: eyes last death: crashed into a space station with a gunship backstory: him and his best friend bertie joined the starborne infantry to fight in the war against the moon kaiser . bertie died during the war, sending tim into a crazy rage, absolutely destroying kaiser's forces, eventually getting caught and taken away for execution, he managed to distract the guards and set off a canon, blowing up the moon. he survived by hiding in an escape pod, but couldnt get the visor closed in time, therefore losing his eyes.

drumbot brian;

role: pilot mechanism: everything except his heart last death: threw himself back into space backstory: landed one day on a random planet with no memory, the townsfolk were convinced he was a witch and threw him into space , everything except his heart completely froze .

ashes o'reilly;

role: quartermaster mechanism: lungs last death: dropped a match into gasoline on an un-named planet , setting it on fire as the final light in the universe . backstory: recruited into a gang at the age of 11, 12 years later, was framed as a double agent and trapped in a burning building. got mechanized, went back to the planet and burnt the whole thing down.

raphaella la cognizi;

role: science officer mechanism: wings last death: took a piece of the broken aurora, and flew into a black hole with it, as one last experiment. backstory: N/A

ivy alexandria;

role: archivist mechanism: brain last death: got trapped inside a library planet that caught on fire in a war . backstory: she was born and raised around books, she died (unexplained why) and had her brain mechanized. she cant remember her past , it comes back to her in dreams that she doesnt remember when she wakes .

marius von raum;

role: ship's doctor mechanism: right arm last death: eaten by octokittens after checking on them . backstory: he's from a planet with what used to be very powerful weapons, that slowly degraded from years of war . him and an un-named person tried to stop the war, but failed .

nastya rasputina;

role: ship's engineer mechanism: (quicksilver) blood last death(?): she ejected herself out into space before the bifrost incident, because the aurora 'wasnt the same ship anymore, being replaced piece by piece until she was a different person.' backstory: she was raised on a technologically advanced planet, and killed during a revolution, then being mechanized.

the toy soldier;

role: N/A, does almost anything it's told to as long as the directions are clear (autism) mechanism: everything but its voice last death: after all the other mechanisms died, it simply stopped pretending. backstory: The Toy Soldier originally lived with a widow who collected clockwork figures. She treated the Toy Soldier like it was her husband and tried to teach it to act like him. she died, and the Toy Soldier was donated to a museum. one day, it just decided to leave, wandering out into the street and ending up joining the Salvation Army.it met person who it ended up falling in love with. but they were in love with someone else, and the Toy Soldier killed them and took their voice. It was then found by an antiques dealer, and ended up being bought by the Mechanisms to replace Jonny for a show while he was in prison . then it just stuck around .

erm . sorry that probably made everything more confusing !

#this is also for myself because i keep forgetting their backstories and mechanisms lol #WHY ARE THE PHOTOS FOR TOY SOLDIER ND NASTYA SO SMALL WHA #yeah this bands lore gets . a little silly with it

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silverxxs-world · 13 days

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Alex Renolds vs Orange Cassidy

God I love the dark order

Evil orange I like this

Alex yelling at Bryce

IM FREAKING JACKED BABY

Jonny hungry

Hi orange

Oh Trent

No no Chuck don’t

Oh god

Thanks Chuck for not attacking orange

I thought we were best friends

#john silver #orange cassidy #alex reynolds #aew #all elite wrestling #aew liveblog #aew lb #aew rampage #join the dark order

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stowaway-society · 1 year

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Mechs & Torchwood Crossover AU dump!

So, a few days ago I came up with this very silly niche little crossover AU of The Mechanisms meets Torchwood (essentially human/mortal Mechs & they work for Torchwood Cardiff instead of the Canon team) and I've been yelling about it since because it's my two biggest Special Interests in one so here's a list of what I think everyone's role on the team would be and how they'd do-

-Carmilla was the 'original' team leader and the one who hired everyone (with the exception of Marius, Raphaella and Lyf). 'Mysteriously' dissappeared one day, everyone has their own little theories about the where and how. Until her disappearance she also functioned as the team's doctor/medic

-Jonny was the first she hired, probably because she saw him fist fight a weevil or something. Originally Second-in-command but since the Docs disappeared he's officially in charge now. He has no clue what he's doing, he doesn't know how to properly lead, but still refuses to give up being in charge

-Nastya was hired for her technological knowledge and engineering skills but ends up doing most of the actual leading after Jonny was put in charge (she's their braincell /lh). She also developed and installed a fully sentient AI, Aurora, into the Hub (think Hera from Wolf 359).

-Aurora is,, just taking care of her silly little humans blocking off their PCs if they work on them for too long, ordering food online if they haven't eaten in a while etc, because yes, those are her silly little humans and they keep forgetting their self care or basic human needs

-Ashes was hired for Hub security and finances (aka copious safety hazards and tax fraud the first months, no one knows what Carmilla was thinking when hiring them or keeping them around, but Jonny and Nastya were fond of them enough not to question it too much) but eventually ended up mostly being a field agent

-Ivy naturally works as their archivist and along with Raphaella does most of the research. She's also in charge of the Hubs artifact storage and typing up reports

-Brian didn't actually get hired, he came through the rift (like in "Out Of Time") from the past (very far past), where he worked as a sort-of "witch" doctor. Carmilla decided to let him stay at the Hub for a while as they didn't know where he could go and she decided retconning him might be too risky (as he doesn't know anything about the modern age and retcon wouldn't change that). Eventually he ended up being an actual part of the team, mostly as a field agent. Somehow he ends up driving (he does not know how to properly drive, but their captain can't captain and their doctor can't doctor so he thinks it's fair enough, no one's died *yet* it's fine /lh). Despite having worked as a doctor before he doesn't on the team, as his knowledge in modern medicine is near non-existent for the first while, and they still had Carmilla

-The Toy Soldier isn't officially part of the team, it's more like. That One Alien-Or-Whatever-It-Is (None of them are really sure) that everyone just looked at and went "Yea OK so it's not dangerous so it doesn't need to be locked up or neutralized and it DOES need a place to stay so let's just keep it". While not being an official employee, it does do work around the Hub, which mostly consists of bringing people tea or food while they work or tidying up after the ADHD Gremlins that is most of the team (it finds a lot of joy in both, truly, it's just happy to be involved /lh)

-Tim got hired for his knowledge and experience with weapons, mostly by Jonny's request, after he saw Tim and his best friend Bertie handle themselves in a gunfight against an alien. Bertie died in the gunfight and Tim blames Jonny for not helping sooner (Cue them recreating that one scene from Fragments where Owen just tries to beat the living shit out of Jack) but they eventually manage to get along

-Marius was the first to be hired after Carmillas disappearance, originally to replace her as medic, though Jonny didn't really care about proper procedure or professionalism enough at the time to notice that his medical degree was entirely forged (nor did he care too much after it was discovered by Ivy). He does have medical experience, but it's just barely enough to patch someone up in case of emergency. While he does officially function as the team's medic, he more often works as a field agent working with Raph on the experimenting part of research (like the Rat Jam thing, because I can very very much see him have the exact same delighted reaction as Owen /lh)

-Raphaella was hired out of a UNIT cell (similar to Tosh), that she was in for a history of highly unethical experiments, including on human and alien subjects. Jonny mostly hired her for that, having gotten the recommendation from Ivy after she found Raphs file and being fascinated by it. Also because they were very much in need of an actual scientist.

-Lyfrassir pretty much get hired the same way Gwen did, still working as a cop when they run into Torchwood. They run into Marius, Ivy and Raphaella while those three are on a field research mission, and the trio takes quick liking to them after they help catch an alien specimen with surprising casuallity. They end up getting dragged back to the hub and Marius pesters and convinces Jonny that the team could really use their abilities and contacts until he actually hires them. They are more or less the least fucked up (morals wise) person on the team and much like Gwen help to "humanize" the team a bit more

(if this does well or people actually wanna hear more about this silly little crossover AU I have a lot more thoughts about it and am currently trying to write this into a fanfiction /lh)

#Is there a target audience for this?#Gods I hope so #torchwood #the mechanisms #i am being so normal about this #I spent so much time thinking about this send help #marius von raum #ivy alexandria #the aurora #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #drumbot brian #lyfrassir edda #raphaella la cognizi #ashes o'reilly #toy soldier #nastya rasputina #i wrote this at 3am

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see-arcane · 1 year

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I think the reason some people think they never met is because Mina says that when she found him in the hospital, she saw the quiet dignity in his eyes "that I've been telling you about" gone. As if she'd tell her lucy "wait until you meet him, you'll see what I mean, but then he got caught by the horrors.

Either way, it's also funny how Lucy tells Mina "if you weren't engaged, this well-off man of good birth would have been perfect for you, about Jack. Like you don't have to rub it in that Jonny is a clerk of no birth :p (I'm sure it wasn't intentional)

The trouble with all these correspondences being letters is the same problem some folks run into with texting--if you're not already aware of the other person's demeanor/likely context, you'll lose a lot of what goes unspoken and the actual intended meaning

With the 'quiet dignity' thing, I can kind of see both sides.

A) Jonathan and Lucy haven't met yet (unlikely at this stage in their mutual relationships with Mina, but still possible) or

B) This is the exact kind of gushing stuff you Do Not bring up in front of said fiancé who would probably turn red as a tomato if he was there to witness it. Despite him gladly listening to everyone swoon over how awesome Mina is. I see you, Mr. Hypocrite. It's the kind of thing that's usually reserved for talking about while the person-talked-about isn't in the room to get flustered. Jonathan would probably ruin the dignified description on purpose by trying to hide in his hat.

As to Lucy faux-matchmaking Mina and Jack, I can read that pretty easily as her own running bit picked up from what she's no doubt witnessed her friends go through, to say nothing of herself, when it comes to 'bUt ThInK oF tHe PrOsPeCtS!!1!' coming from every adult, friend, and stranger who's apparently flabbergasted at these three young people--GASP--wanting to marry for love? Like titles and money AREN'T the things you're supposed to worry about first?? W h a t???

So I imagine that bit in Lucy's letter was meant to be read in the tone of some pearl-clutching advice peddler (perhaps unconsciously in the tone of her own mother, but that's its own mess to address) trying to rid Mina of silly notions like romance and an established happy relationship that she and her beloved have been planning for since childhood which surely cannot compare to suddenly throwing herself at [INSERT WELL-OFF BACHELOR SHE'S NEVER MET BEFORE HERE] for the prospects~.

...And maybe, just maybe, it's an offshoot of Miss Lucy 'Polyamory sounds rad as hell actually' Westenra trying to subtly push her, "Wouldn't it be so funny if we were all in love and together en masse? Ha ha! Just kidding! (Unless 👀)" agenda into things.

Regardless, I can't picture a version of this story where Mina never bothered to introduce both her loves to each other. The rest we just have to extrapolate and imagine for ourselves

#Lucy is objectively one of the most buoyant characters in the book #so I can't picture her not having her own share of bits to inflict on Mina #it and the theatre are probably what Jonathan bond most over besides Loving Mina So So Much #lucy westenra #mina harker #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily

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aggresivelyfriendly · 2 years

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Darling, How could you be so blind.

“God, Izzy!” Harry moans into my neck and if you can be dizzy with power I’m spinning like a top. I’ve been perched on his lap grazing my hips against his and kissing his bubblegum lips for ages. His mouth has gone strawberry by now. It matches perfectly with the reddened patches on his neck. I’m punchy with pleasure that somehow I’ve been elected the girl to make him sound like this. Look like this, desperate.

Especially because before this started, I wasn’t in the starting line up, wasn’t even a walk on.

We’d been carousing around his mother’s garden party all afternoon, stealing orphaned glasses of wine. We’ve been red cheeked and merry for long enough that ID grown complacent in his company.

“Fuck, I’m too tipsy to go out now!” He’d dramatically thrown his head back on the pillow of his bed. We’d taken refuge in his bedroom when we realized we’d slunk off with enough wine to be stupid. It had taken him nearly breaking a goblet and me having to cross my legs to stop myself pissing with laughter.

“You’re the biggest clutz, it’s like you’re legs go too far ahead of you all the time.” Id been cackling and Harry had put his hand over my gasped mouth. His face so close eyed me for a moment. It always struck me stupid when he got so close, had since I was thirteen, but by sixteen it was a sickness. I always did my best to ignore it, until I was alone later.

“Shhh! You’re so loud.” He’d said, loudly. “I may be clutsy, but it’s a good job your name is not grace. Nearly pissing yourself, what a lady, pffft!” It would sound Hrsh if his smile wasn’t so wide. “Cmon” hed said. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

And three minutes into trying to throw popcorn into each other’s mouths and failing terribly, hed started moaning about not being able to go with his other friends.

I never went out with the group. I had my own quieter group of girlfriends, but for reasons I didn’t examine too closely, I’d

Much rather spend all time with Harry.

Bravely I taunt, “you know you’d rather hang out with me!” He nodded and I knew that, but the confirmation made a balloon inflate in the region of my chest. “So, you’re not missing out on anything, yeah?” This time I just put popcorn into his mouth since I’d stayed up and closer while we were talking.

Harry’s plump lips were almost as distracting as his tongue when It slid against my index finger as he took the proffered bite.

“I mean, I’d rather be with you, ya know that, but I am missing out.”

“On Jonny’s stupendous Mario kart skills?” He never persisted this much.

“Well, it’s not just Jonny and Tim.” He was scratching the back of his neck and smirking, though the red in his cheeks indicated he had a little shame left.

“Emma?” He shook his head. Who else had I heard talking about him, or had to avoid talking about Harry to? “Sophie?”

He flashed his eyebrows.

“She just broke up with Jack, you’re already trying to date her?” My stomach was twisting.

“Not so much date her.” He cracked up at my disgusted face. “Oh Cmon lizard-“

“Hate when you call me that!”

“I know.” He reached out to tickle my knee. “But don’t you just ever wanna make out with someone?”

Yeah, you. “I mean, I suppose, but honestly, I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.”

“Then you’re not doing it properly.” He tsked.

“Or they’re not.” I countered. But I’d only done so much kissing, and the idea it was me twisted my face.

“Gonna stick like that!” He flicked my bottom lip and I bit his finger. At that his eyes flashed at me. “Maybe it’s not you then?”

“Come again?” I was honestly lost.

“Judging by that nibble there, you’re probably doing just fine…” he looked at me long enough for my breath to come a bit faster. “Maybe I don’t need to go anywhere..” he trailed off and the question, the proposition hung in the air between our mouths that had not seemed so close together a bit ago.

Objections ran through my mind, but I’d been dreaming about Harry kissing me since long before my actual first kiss. I’m not sure who possessed me at that moment, but I owed her a thank you note. I ducked my chin, and leaned a shade closer to him, “I suppose you don’t have to, no…”

His breath crossed the threshold of my lips before anything else. Id been thinking about how the pink of his mouth would feel against mine for so long, and yet the bee to honey sweet of it still caught my breath.

When I gasped, his tongue made itself welcome too. The kiss didn’t get messy, but it was wet and delicious. Flavored with wine, salt, and the hard back beat of my blood surging through my veins. His lips eased and opened mine like he did this

Professionally and the tip of his tongue was gentlemanly when it snicked across my bottom lip to ask for entry. The manners were left at the door then though. Once our slick muscles folded together, My stomach creased over on itself and my head went light. The slide of him over and against my tongue drew another sound ID never made before and I realized that Harry had been right all along. I didn’t know what I had been missing, and he didn’t need to go anywhere.

But he did, go everywhere for a very long time.

Unfortunately, He was everywhere but here, and I knew what I was missing.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #snap out of it #best friends to lovers #infidelity fic

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Friendship with rogues

Day 2 of Scarecrow Week

Jonathan Crane & Harley Quinn & Edward Nygma

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“It’s all black and gray, there’s no color!” Harley huffed, leaning on Jonathan dramatically.

“It’s a Halloween puzzle, it’s supposed to be dark,” Jonathan pointed out, affixing two orange pieces in the shape of a pumpkin. “That’s why we have Edward doing the part that’s all the same shade of black”

“Well how is he managing to do it so fast?”

Edward looked up from his section, which was a hill in shadow. All the same shade of black, but still further along than the other two.

“It’s because I’m the Prince of Puzzles, could you really expect less from me?”

“It’s because he’s autistic, he exhibits pattern seeking behavior. And he’s been doing these all his life for tactile stimulation” Jonathan explained, picking up a piece and handing it to Edward.

He snatched it, mumbling something about ‘fucking psychologists’ as he placed it.

Harley chewed her pumpkin-shaped cookie contently, passing an orange piece to Jonathan.

“To be fair, I could’ve piled on top of that but I didn’t, it’s not so much ‘psychologists’ as just Jonathan”

“Wh- how would you add onto that?!”

“Puzzles are an activity that can be done alone. you were a lonely child, you had plenty of practice.”

Edward turned pink, scowling.

“… I asked for that, didn’t I?”

“Quite literally” Jon confirmed.

He just grumbled, continuing his section.

Harley grabbed another cookie, shoving it in her mouth and passing one to each of her friends.

“Sorry Eddie,”

“Not your fault, I did ask for it.”

“If it makes you feel better,” Jonathan interjected. “You’re very well adjusted for your childhood.”

Edward chuckled, shaking his head. Harley snorted, and Jonathan himself couldn’t manage to suppress a smile.

“Thank you for your absolutely egregious lie, Jonathan, but I’ve embraced my lack of adjustment. If I was well adjusted, I wouldn’t be here with you guys”

“… I think he’s finally lost it completely, Harley” Jonathan muttered conspiratorially, making her burst into a fit of giggles.

“I think that boats long sailed for all of us, Professor”

He shrugged, connecting his section to Edward’s now that it was constructed enough to do so.

“Can you turn the TV up? It’s about to get good.”

Harley turned up the volume, but Edward just looked at him.

“… you’re faced away from the TV.”

“I know this movie, Edward.”

“You mean to tell me that you have memorized Tim Burton’s A Nightmare Before Christmas to the point you don’t even need to look at it to know how far into it we are with the volume all the way down at five?” Edward pressed.

“Hey, as far as I’m concerned it’s Henry Selik’s, the ‘Tim Burton’ at the beginning was just added so more people would come see it, he didn’t do shit for that movie. You know when they did the test screening for him he threw a tantrum? He kicked a hole in the wall, a grown ass man! This ain’t his movie.”

“… Damn Jonny, tell ‘em how you really feel” Harley piped up, passing him another cookie, which he ate graciously.

Edward shook his head, muttering under his breath again, though he was smiling this time.

“What was that, Eddie?”

“I said you’re lucky I found that rant endearing and I don’t hit you with my cane”

“No, I heard him!” Harley interjected. “He said that was actually pretty impressive”

Jonathan smirked, watching Edward try to find a way to deny it without calling Harley a liar.

“I- no I just- don’t we have a puzzle to finish?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure if we don’t finish it you’re gonna have an aneurism trying to hold back from finishing it yourself” Jonathan muttered, sounding more fond than snarky. He added another completed area to what he’d already attached with a click.

“Thanks for giving me the colored parts. I dunno how you guys are matching those colors, they’re so alike.” Harley finished putting Jack Skellington’s face together, adding it next to her completed moon.

“You know, you can put your glasses on. We’re not gonna judge you. It’d probably make this puzzle easier”

She groaned, overdramatically draping herself on the table.

“But I look so stiff and boring with them!” She whined, her performance losing some drama as he reached for another cookie.

“We’re both currently wearing glasses, Harley.” Edward pointed out.

“I don’t have a pair with me.”

Jonathan sighed, standing up and heading to his desk. He rifled through for a moment before pulling out a case and tossing it over.

“Professor, I doubt we have the same prescription.”

“We don’t, they’re yours. You’re getting predictable.”

“Your face is predictable! I just don’t wanna look like a nerd.” She huffed, sticking her tongue out at him.

“You don’t want to look like Harleen”

She looked at Edward incredulously, who just mouthed the word 'psychologists’ and leaned back in his chair.

“… Close that can of worms right now young man.” She demanded, and he raised his hands defensively.

“Closed, it’s closed. You’re gonna give yourself a never ending headache if you keep skipping out on contacts, though.”

Harley put the glasses on, tossing the case at Crane’s head. He let it hit with a soft noise and land on his lap.

“… if you were anyone else…”

“Mmmhm, but I’m not” she hummed, finishing her side of the puzzle. Jonathan reached for his pieces, batting Edward’s hands away from them.

“True, you’re not. And for that you should be very grateful”

Harley grinned, taking one last cookie before jumping onto the couch.

“I’m always gonna be grateful to have you guys”

Her words were earnest in a way Jonathan himself could never express. In the end, however, he knew the feeling. He also gravitated towards the couch, immediately having arms wrap around one of his as Harley decided where on his bony body had enough meat to be a pillow. Not to be outdone Edward took Jonathan’s other side, draping himself over his thighs.

It wasn’t the most comfortable way to watch the rest of the movie, no, but when did they ever do things the easy way? Never. But this?

If there was a right way, this was it.

#jonathan crane #edward nygma #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #scarecrowweek2022 #Scarecrow Week 2022 #ScarecrowWeek 2022

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Rules Free Radio Aug 8 2023

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm EST Rules Free Radio With Steve Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we'll start with a few socially timely songs beginning with Washington DC's David Scott Weaver with Crys Matthews, and then a mix that includes some new and recent Rock releases from PJ Harvey, Madeline Kenney, Veps, and Locate S,1, Bethany Cosentino, and The Ormidales. Plus classics and more from Eliza Gilkyson, Beach Bunny, The Sundays, Colin Blunstone, Wolf Alice, and others. In the second hour, we’re going to hear a bunch of music written by Ray Davies of The Kinks. JEM Records has just released their album JEM Records Celebrates Ray Davies. That’s as good of an excuse as any to play songs by Ray Davies and we’ll hear a few from that new JEM Records tribute album, a handful from The Kinks, and a lot of versions of Kinks music by other artists like David Bowie, The Shelters, Kirsty MacColl, Detroit Cobras, Francoise Hardy, and many more. In the third hour, we’ll sample some new and recent releases that might just inspire you to dance including some Techno, Jazz-Funk, and even some Exotica Lounge music from a cool new compilation of those sounds from the 50s through today. We’ll close with some new singer-songwriter, contemporary Folk releases with Wren Hinds, Dot Allison, Julie Byrne, and one from the new Nils Lofgren album, Mountains. So another well-balanced show with a little something for everyone! David Scott Weaver (w/Crys Matthews) - Thoughts and Prayers The Ormidales - Take My Love With You Eliza Gilkyson - Chimes of Freedom Bethany Cosentino - Outta Time Best Coast - When The Sun Don't Shine Madeline Kenney - Red Emotion Veps - Ballerina (Norah) Beach Bunny - Eventually PJ Harvey - Lwonesome Tonight Wolf Alice - Lipstick On The Glass The Sundays - Goodbye Locate S,1 - You Were Right About One Thing Colin Blunstone - Andorra PWNT - Summer Rain The Green Pajamas - Constance Gray Bobby Rydell - When I See That Girl of Mine Goldie and The Gingerbreads - Look For Me Baby David Bowie - Where Have All The Good Times Gone The Anderson Council - This Is Where I Belong The Airport 77s - Picture Book The Kinks - Come on Now Francoise Hardy - Who'll Be The Next In Line The Village Green Experience - You Shouldn't Be Sad The Fall-Outs - This Man He Weeps Tonight The Young Fresh Fellows - Gotta Get The First Plane Home Johnathan Pushkar - I Gotta Move The Make Three - Emily Strange The Bomboras - It Came From Pier 13 Main theme (Revenge) The Kinks - It's All Right The Guilloteens - Hey You Detroit Cobras - Brainwashed The Make Three - Against The Tide The Kinks - See My Friends The Shelters - Nothin' in the World Can Stop Me Worryin' 'bout That Girl The Kinks - Sitting in My Hotel Kirsty MacColl - Days Ben Crosland Quintet - Waterloo Sunset Sandunes - The Surge (feat. Ramya Pothuri) Lindstrom - Syreen - Jack Trombey - Underlay No.3 Byron Lee & The Dragonaires - I Shot The Sheriff The Budos Band - Crescent Blade John Carroll Kirby - Hotel Jonny Chingas Nils Lofgren - Angel Blues Julie Byrne - Portrait of a Clear Day Wren Hinds - Chasing the River Dot Allison - Bleached by the Sun Gwenno - Tonnow Read the full article

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I can't believe people actually message you on a fan account thinking you are him...I really do worry about some people 😂😅👀

I just can't see Jack not getting picked for the squad, he's effectively been England's starting 9 all year, so not taking him to France would be a scandal and it would be ALL anyone in the media would talk about...! They must know this...

You're right though, he can't seem to keep a cool head like Freddie and that's perhaps why he does stay so close to him! Calming influence

Didn't know it was DK's birthday! However I have just spotted him and Fred at the very beginning of Caitlin's story! The whole lough gang was there (including Jonny Law) - end of uni celebrations??

P.S the beard is fiercer than ever 😭

Looks like nottingham racecourse to me but again where is J ?

I saw troy sixton and ollie from their share house but I think it is mostly Loughborough band and the others are not invited

You want me to list the weirdest interractions I had by messages because of it ?? Because I had a few.... while people thought I was J . They just don't read the F

Wild wild beard and they are back next week 😭

I Will riot if they don't take him as I wanted to film while in the RWC. I still thinks he needs to improve drastically be my Antoine Dupont Jacko. You might have it in you (surprislingly idk what you think about that but personally I don't understand it ... He doesn't follow Antoine and NEVER talk about him when they ask who he respects in rugby world or who is best opponent etc... while Fred knows all the fullbacks and backs and speaking highly about his pairs. Jack isn't humble about that and only speaks about Lenny or Wiggy and I am not a fan of the attitude tbh ????? and yeah he is ok with Rifraf as I call him but except quirke he isn't fan of his own category of rugby players... ok he dreamed to be a 10 but... ??? )

Yes Dkhead birthday congratulations to him but R is """"friend"""" with Maddie 😏What will happen tonight 🤔 but Fred followed new Girlies so for once I bet you were happy 😂🤣

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boonesfarmsangria · 2 years

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When Foals decided to reinvent three of their own tracks for this Apple Music Home Session, they called in some old friends to help out. “The spin of this session was to work with the London Contemporary Orchestra, who we’re huge fans of,” says singer/guitarist Yannis Philippakis. “They’ve done some amazing scoring for Paul Thomas Anderson, worked with Jonny Greenwood, done all sorts of amazing orchestrations. We also worked with them on [2013 album] Holy Fire, and haven’t since, so it was a reunion of sorts. It was a lot of fun sending them the tracks and having Hugh [Brunt, the LCO’s co-artistic director and co-principal conductor] and the LCO transcribe and translate ideas onto different instruments, which were the bass saxophone, marimba, vibraphone, untuned percussion and cello.”

It proved to be an invigorating session for Philippakis and bandmates Jack Bevan and Jimmy Smith, during which they reimagined two favourite songs from 2022 album Life Is Yours—“2001” and the title track—plus “Wash Off”, taken from 2019’s Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Part II. “‘Wash Off’ has lots of instrumentation on it, so it felt good and it’s lyrically apt,” says Philippakis. “We did it in a small studio called The Firepit. We got to work with some amazing engineers, and it was a joy to be working with pro orchestral musicians, and to come up with new ideas on the spot in the room. We tried some extra approaches and it was just a creatively liberating experience. The last couple of years have taught me that I need music more than anything. And that the power of live music in particular is something that should never be taken for granted. It’s central to being a human being.”

#FOALS #lco #life is yours #home session #foals x lco #be cool to hear these #music is everything

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writerleo86 · 2 years

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 388 (Do Not Copy)

At the middle of a burned forest, Pacey Deacon lowered his head as he had a clear head.

He soon announced "I yield."

His opponent Eli Peters landed before him and asked "What did you say?"

Pacey lifted his right hand and he informed his opponent "I said... I have decided to withdraw from this battle."

Sitting at the back of the left section above them, an emotionless Sage Wood lowered his head as his student Ren Ravenstone popped his head forward.

"What?" He yelled.

At another part of that section, Anna Blair popped her head forward as she also looked on with disbelief.

"By the gods!" She cried. "What is this? Why did he yield?"

Then Sally lowered her head as she set beside her friend Anna. And the red-haired woman gave out a surprised grin.

Anna cried "How could Pacey Deacon forfeit after everything?"

"Anna," Sally responded. "Pacey had a lot to think about after his run-in with that Jack boy."

Anna turned to her and Sally replied "The boy from the Neptune Armed Forces. He probably told our prince about what happened in his city when the Lord visited."

"Ashton Deacon?" questioned Anna. "He had gone to California City some time ago?"

"Apparently, my lovely dove," answered Sally. "And the people from Neptune are known to be vengeful. But that is if someone, especially an outsider, did something horrible. Or if they have taken something from the city."

Anna thought for a moment. After that, she shook her head.

"He must have stolen something from Neptune after all," She responded. "This is Ashton Deacon. He is practically the Devil."

"And the sad thing about all this..." said a soft Sally "The sad thing is that Prince Pacey is suffering now. But it is better for the boy to learn his truth about his dear daddy now than later."

The background of the arena had returned to the stadium. Then Tris Roberts walked toward the competitors.

And Tris with question announced "The winner of this match... is Eli Peters."

The troubled Pacey journeyed through the dark hallway away from the arena as he thought "Is he telling the truth about Father? Jack E? Is my father hiding something?"

He continued walking off as he though "I must head back to Midas City immediately. I have to find what Father has inside the main headquarters -- the only building i have not entered in so long."

After that, the proctor Tris stood at the center of the battlefield.

"The next match will begin now!" He announced.

Then he called "Cheetah! Come forward!"

The youth from the Midas Armed Forces called Cheetah made his way to the arena. And he stood at the right part of the battlefield.

Cheetah was an older boy with light skin and a pair of clear brown eyes. His hazel hair was short and slicked back. Black spots were also all over his hair. And he had black paint that resembled a cheetah's face on his face.

He wore a sleeveless black top that had synthetic blond fur with black spots surrounding the lower part. And around the fur was a thick red design. He had on legless black bottoms with see-through leggings. He also had black protectors around his elbows and knees. He had long black protectors surrounding his ankles and a pair of fingerless black glove. And he had on a pair of long black boots. His MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

Cheetah looked around and waved his right hand to the crowd around him. He also gave a short smile while he quietly chuckled.

Next, the proctor Tris stared at the left entrance of the arena. Another person soon walked out from the door. And Cheetah became shocked once he saw this person.

The person finally stood before him.

And Cheetah said "I didn't think of I'd be fightin' you... ever!"

His opponent was the emotionless Jonny Griffin. He had on black earrings and black eyeliner. He wore a collared black shirt with long sleeves. Each of his shoulders were revealed and a fingerless glove was attached to each sleeve. He had on a pair of black pants with small holes. And he had on black shoes that were each zipped up. He also wore a sleeveless black top over his shirt that resembled armor. A large eyeball was printed on the back of the top. And his MAF badge was worn on the left side at the front of the top.

Tris announced to the students "Two more students from the Midas Armed Forces will battle it out! Cheetah and Jon Griffin!"

A struck Cheetah lowered his head as tears slowly fell from his eyes. After that, he looked up at his opponent.

"I don't believe dis!" He cried. "I gotta fight ya? Of all people?"

Episode 384: Cheetah and Jonny Griffin

A younger Jonny Griffin hid behind a large shelf by the wall at the Main Hall. And he began to hear a quiet conversation.

"I can't do it anymore!" yelled a male voice.

The voice of another male informed the other "But we are coming to the good part of the invasion."

"I'm not going to be a part of this anymore. You never told me we actually had to hurt people."

"Just relax already, Anton. I just knocked everyone of the sensor team out with only a wave. I wasn't intending on hurting any of them. Honest!"

"But you are hurting everyone in this school by trying to take over!"

Jonny had fair skin and gloomy black eyes. And he had long brown hair that spiked up. He wore a blue outfit with silver slashes surrounded by black lines on each side of his waist. And he had short sleeves with silver braces at the end. He also had a long silver pad around each ankle and a pair of short black boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

The student leaned his head from behind the shelf and found the young teacher named Anton Clark confronting the soldiers called Youndramon by the last table at the other side.

Anton wore a turquoise shirt with long sleeves underneath a white T-shirt. He had on a pair of brown pants and white sneakers. He also had on a pair of black eyeglasses with clear lens. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

Youndramon was a young man with fair skin and a well-built body. The color of his left eye was purple while his right eye was green. He had short teal hair with light-green highlights at the front part. He had on a long green top with long purple sleeves and different-colored designs everywhere. He had a long white sash tied around his waist. He also had on a pair of black pants and black boots. He had a silver pad around each knee and ankle. And his MAF badge was worn on the left side of his chest.

Youndramon gave a soft smile and told the teacher "You can't just quit. The Dark Lord is counting on us to carry out this mission."

"Then you can tell the Dark Lord..." yelled Anton. "...to count me out! I didn't sign up for this! I am a medic and a teacher for crying out loud! I came to the Academy to teach as well as advise the Medical Team!"

Jonny soon felt a small wave of wind blowing at him. And he found someone standing before him.

It was the speedy youth, Cheetah. He had short blond hair with black spots and white hair at the front. And he wore black paint resembling a cheetah's face on his face. He wore a sleeveless red top with a see-through cloth around the lower part of his chest. He had on a pair of legless red bottoms with see-through leggings and a silver belt with a large red star as a buckle. And a black choker was worn around his neck that had a red button at the center. He also wore red wristbands, red kneepads, and long black boots. And his MAF badge on the left side of his top.

Cheetah had joined Jonny in watching the two villains argue.

"Don't be such a wimp!" Youndramon told his partner. "Lord Sirbo will award you for your trouble. Just do your job no questions asked."

"I just told you I quit!" yelled Anton. "In fact, I am going directly to the Commander. And I am going to tell him everything. Then I will find Cheetah and we will leave Midas City!"

The two young spies finally revealed themselves and confronted the culprits.

"Well, well, well!" informed Cheetah. "Look like ya gettin' yer wish Anton! But both of ya will be goin' to prison!"

"How could you two do this?" cried Jonny. "You both have been honorable soldiers for the Midas Armed Forces for many years. And I always looked up to you, Youndramon!"

Youndramon rose his hands and he happily told the boys "Now let's all calm down."

"I can't believe you two are working for that demented snake Sirbo!" Jonny continued. "As soon as the Commander and everyone get this situation straightened out, Cheetah and I will take the both of you to the Commander. And the Commander will figure out what to do with you."

Suddenly, a small syringe was forced into his right shoulder. Jonny quickly found that it was his partner Cheetah that placed the needle onto him that released a thick white liquid. Then Jonny gave out a loud shout until he slowly fell face down to the ground.

After that, a wicked Cheetah had joined the two betrayers.

And the spotty-haired boy asked Youndramon "How's it goin' Mate?"

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