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Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Summary: On the run from the Avengers in your search for a way off Earth, you meet some mortal annoyances along the way until a certain blue eyed human is able to find you wandering in the forest. But can he convince you to come back to the Avenger’s base with him?

Warning: action, blood, fighting, Bucky doing his best, slight fluff

Masterlist - Chapter 3

So Bucky had been thinking.

If finding Y/N was only as easy as looking at her red dot on the tracker, then damn, he could just teleport to her no problem. Unfortunately the worlds technology hasn't yet reached Star Trek technological advancements, nor can he teleport. It's been a long hectic couple days trying to find her which is starting to drive Bucky up a wall, how is she so sneaky? He can literally see her location at all times but yet she's evaded him at all costs without even trying, she doesn't even know a tracker is attached to the inside of her jacket.

And the team, they haven't been much help at all. They've decided to listen to Fury's orders and stay clear of Bucky's mission when it comes to finding the escaped demigod and bringing her back to the Avenger's base. A lot of help they are. At least Steve checks in for updates when he's not getting pulled into a training session by any particular person of the hour. Maybe the tracker doesn't even work. Maybe?

No, it's Stark made. It has to work, this problem is simply Y/N.

Bucky pulls off to the side of the road near a little park in some rural town way outside of New York City where he knows Y/N went through not even twenty-three hours ago. He opens his door, slamming it shut in frustration before taking in a big breath of fresh air. The day is slightly overcast yet he doesn't appear to mind it at all, having the hot sun blaring down upon him never feels very pleasant. Then again, maybe he's just more familiar with colder temperatures.

A crow flies down across the vacant road from him, it ignores Bucky as it jumps onto the road in order to pick at some road kill of a dead flattened squirrel. Bucky reverts his gaze when his eyes soon land upon a bent wooden telephone line further up the road where it looks like a car ran right into it. Wanting to stretch his legs for a bit and feed into his curiosity, Bucky jogs across the street and over to the area of flattened grass and wood splinters.

He observes the wreckage. Its just as he saw from farther away, a splintered post with pieces of wood spread across the grass from the impact. A couple glass chunks shimmer in the few rays of sunlight peeking out from behind the clouds. There are tire marks imprinted into the mudded ground leading up to the post, he crouches down to get a better look at the source of impact.

A dog barks in the background, its legs getting closer and closer to Bucky until a wet slobbery nose finds its way onto Bucky's right arm. The face of a golden retriever greets him as a young man races to the spot looking very embarrassed.

"Trout! Get away from the man, be nice! Be nice! He might not want your kisses!" He shouts desperately, "Trout!"

Bucky pets the friendly dog while his owner runs to their spot before standing to greet him, "He's fine, don't worry about it."

The red faced man smiles shyly, "I'm so sorry. He gets so excited whenever there's a stranger around I just don't understand it."

Bucky shakes his head, "It's fine, really. I like dogs."

The dog sniffs around Bucky's boots before sniffing the skid marks, "Oh I'm Gio by the way, sorry about my boy Trout. I love him but he can be a lot."

"Hi." Mutters Bucky, "I'm James."

"Nice to meet you..oh..Trout drop that piece of wood you nucklehead it's sharp!" The dog stops before dropping the wood, it starts sniffing around the grounds again. Gio looks at Bucky, "It's too bad what happened here, just last night too. Thank God nobody died! It's just unfortunate."

"What happened?"

Gio nods towards the splintered pole, "Some nutcase ran out in front of the guy driving and then bam, he just swerved to miss 'em and ended up totaling his car and getting a bruised collar bone. He's my neighbor. Poor guy, never got a proper look at the idiot who did it either so there's no one to blame."

Bucky's brows furrow, "No one saw who ran in front of your friend?"

Gio stops a second to think harder on the matter, "Hmm...okay wait a second Nick did say this person moved like faster then a frickin' deer. They were here one second and gone the next, right into the woods."

"Where is Nick now? Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah he's fine, just chillin' in his hospital bed for another day until his headache goes away. Guess he also got a concussion or something, some shit luck I tell you."

"Thank you, I gotta go." Says Bucky quickly before turning on his heels and jogging across the street. Leaving a very confused Gio to go run after his dog again.

There's a hefty possibility that Y/N had absolutely nothing to do with anything surrounding that crash, however, Bucky has to know. He pulls into the Westonville Hospital before Winter Soldier sneaking his way inside and now here he stands on the other side of the door to Nick's room, 213. He knocks, a man answers and says to come in, Bucky does. Shutting the door right after.

The man lays upright in bed, sipping on a juice box as he quickly locks eyes with Bucky. "Hello." Says the twenty-something year old, "You a nurse?"

Bucky could have laughed, "No. Just here to ask you a couple questions."

"Listen man, the police already got my statement. I wasn't drunk...nor on anything at the time. I don't do that shit while driving, I wanna stay alive okay?"

"Right." Mutters Bucky, "I just want to know if you saw this person who caused you to wreck."

He eyes Bucky suspiciously, "Dude are you with the FBI or something? Cause the police think I just saw a deer but I'm telling you it wasn't a deer okay?"

"What was it then?"

The man looks from the door then back to Bucky, he makes a waving motion for him to walk closer, "Dude, this was some lady. She was so fast I never even saw her till she was almost road kill...then....and you're not gonna believe me....then I swear to God, she pushed my car." Whispers Nick before nodding, "Dude that's how I went into the pole, she pushed me and I lost control and BAM! Right into a pole. Asshole, my damn car is fucked."

"Do you know what she looked like?" Nick then proceeds to give an accurate description of you and all your beautiful chaotic-ness, who's apparently still not very fond of human transportation vehicles.  

Bucky then glances from Nick still rambling about you and what a dickhead you must be, to the window showing the woods and half a parking lot. He can't let you escape him again, you might end up killing someone next time and that absolutely cannot happen.

——

Stupid men! Stupid humans getting in your way! These people are irritating and bothersome, all you wanted was to search for the Ancient One in peace. All you want is to find her and get the fuck off this planet so you can confront your brother and...

"Miss are you okay?" A scratchy voice speaks to you from the car to your left, you turn your head to meet the face of a young woman looking at you with kind eyes, "You need a ride?"

"No."

She gives you a look, your appearance is admittedly more roughed up then you would like, but it's been a rough couple days since your last shower and you're technically on the run from Earth's Avengers. "You sure? I got room in here, and a nice place to stay with food and a shower too. Just tryna be nice to someone who looks like they could use a hand." You look like you could use a hand to the face.

Your brows furrow, she reeks of too much perfume and something else, "What kind of food?" You technically do need a ride and this may be your only chance to get one somewhere away from this place in the middle of nowhere. Also a place to stay for the night would be admittedly very nice considering you've been sleeping in trees and behind people's sheds.

Her eyes light up in surprise, "Anything you want. Just tell me and I got you."

"Good."

She unlocks the door, "Come on in. I'm Ava by the way. Nice to meet you, now I hope you don't mind but back at my place I got a couple roommates. But don't worry they come and go, they won't bother you I promise." You don't believe her, but hop in next to her anyways. She looks like she could use a better friend then whoever she stays with. You can smell at least one of them on her.

She gives you a strange faltering smile when you take notice of a nose piercing; she wears a jacket and jeans, although an odd tattoo showing off some line of numbers keeps itself on her right wrist hidden by some colorful bracelets. All in all she is an attractive woman. But her car is no better then her person, the scent is vulgar and repulsive but you're admittedly too hungry to care. Too much perfume.

The ride to her apartment complex takes about twenty minutes, in this time Ava has explained to you how her favorite food, chicken alfredo, is made. She also won't stop looking at the long mirror above your heads, it's like something keeps drawing her attention but there's nothing behind the car of any important significance. Maybe that's just a human thing?

Eventually she takes a couple turns that passes more street stores, houses, and apartments until she drives near a gas station and takes a left for an apartment building of reddish brick that looks like a shitty castle.

It's nestled within the town, with its rear to a small park, oddly enough she claims you can see the city from the roof. Getting out, you watch as she shuts her door before jogging to the back and pulling out a couple groceries. "Oh hey there, can you get the waters, there's like three packs here but we can come back for them later."

You quickly walk to the back of her trunk and lean down to pick up all three waters with ease, her eyes go big, "Oh wow..okay yeah, that'll work." She shuts the back, you begin following her across the parking lot. Stomach growling.

Her wary eyes fall onto you, "So uh, you lift?"

"No."

She nods, "Cool cool, uh you from around here?"

"No."

"Okay cool, I am, well not originally...I was actually from Arizona but then I ran away when I was thirteen because my home life was pretty shit and then I met my boyfriend Jed and he took me here and..." Her face shifts into a frown before it regains it's half smile once more, "Doesn't matter now I guess, it's not fantastic here...with him. But I got a place to stay and a roof over my head and he gets me anything I want really. So it's not so bad."

You can't help but feel somethings not right with her, and this bothers you deeply, "So uh, how's your lover? Jed."

She frowns, "Oh he's nice....I wouldn't say lover I guess....and he's kinda older then me but it's fine really. You might see him, he comes and goes yunno?"

She opens the glass doors for you to walk inside, the area smells of stale air and smoke, "How old?"

She purses her lips together, "Not that much older, I'm seventeen he's just a little above that. But it works for us, he's got me a nice place and he loves me so that's nice." Her smile falters, you can tell something isn't right here but can't quite place your finger on it.

Ava keeps silent for the rest of the trek upstairs until she leads you down a long hallway to a tall white door reading A8 on the front, a small glass porthole in the center. She gets her keys out, "Try not to touch anything, he doesn't like messes okay? Just uh, follow me okay, he might have a friend here."

"Alright then. Proceed." She gives a little nod before unlocking the door and opening it up to reveal a large apartment as clean as a button, with the exception of a few tall thin glass bottles empty of all liquid laying on the short glass table in the lounging area. A large screen is on showcasing something of little importance to you.

Ava sets the groceries on the kitchen counter before racing over to the short table, "Oh sorry about the mess, please just set the waters down by the trash can. Give me a moment." You look down to find a tall thin metal can, doesn't look like a trash can but you set the three cases of water down anyways.

Standing in the middle of her kitchen she hastily rushes in to drop the bottles in the trash can, "I'll put the stuff away, do you-do you want anything?"

"Whatever gives me enough strength to continue on my journey."

"Right. Yeah okay uh we got," She opens up the fridge, "we got some burritos from last night. And fruit....a lot of beer....you don't want that. Here, I'll heat this up for you okay." She shuts the fridge and takes the assumed burrito to another square object hanging from the wall. She pops open the door before placing the food inside and shutting it.

She turns it on. "What is that device?" You ask a sit makes a strange vacuum sound.

She raises a brow, "A microwave." Voice on the tinge of humor, the microwave beeps and she soon opens it back up. "Here ya go! It's a day old so don't worry, still fresh."

She hands it to you, you look down at the warm thing wrapped in a brown paper, "Appreciated."

Your meal is well received and admittedly pretty delicious, once finished do you walk over to the giant glass window to have a look outside, you can see the tops of many trees and farther away across the greenery lays a city just as Ava had spoken of.

Maybe the Ancient One resides somewhere in there, hidden, but within the ginormous labyrinth of steel, cement, and glass. Farther down the hallway a door swings open and the pattering of bare feet is heard walking down the tiled floors of shiny white. This place really is clean, like a small palace for the mortals.

The man stops at the end of the halls archway though you don't care to look at him, "Ava who's the bitch over there? I thought Jed wasn't buying anymore for a few weeks." Whispers the man to the kind woman, Ava, who stands frozen in the kitchen.

You immediately don't like him, but stay your ground to listen, she whispers back, "She's a friend. Needed somewhere to stay for a day or so."

He walks over to her, "He's gonna be pissed when he sees your new friend here. If she's not here to sell, get her the fuck out before your man comes home tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah tonight. His trip to Vegas ended yesterday, he's on his way. Don't you know how time works?"

She shakes her head, "Guess I just forgot is all. I'll make sure she's gone."

He looks over to give you a proper once over, you can hear his heartbeat quicken, "Not too bad either. Nice ass, she looks good..real good, it's a damn shame she's not here to stay for the fun. I wouldn't mind a couple of rounds with her myself."

Your fists clench, you've had enough of this jabbering animal, "Oh really?" You turn around to watch as his eyes go wide when they take notice of the golden color of your irises, "What filth you spill off of that thing you call a mouth is repulsive and disgusting. Who are you may I ask?"

He quickly retains his swagger once again, he takes a step forward, "I'm Jed's right hand man, Antonio, I run this bitch when he's away and I don't like how you're talking to me."

"I'm not entirely fond of your existence. Leave us, I want to speak with Ava alone."

Antonio's face shows bewildered rejection, "Excuse me?"

You take a threatening step forward, "I don't believe my tongue slipped. You heard me correctly. Leave." He keeps still as a statue, mind still processing your words. Clearly no on had ever bothered to talk to him like this before.

He blinks and points a hand up for emphasis, "No whore tells me what I can and can't do in my own goddamn house!" He immediately rushes past Ava to grab something under the kitchen bar.

She gasps in surprise, "Tony no! Don't do this! Put it away she didn't mean it, she doesn't I swear! I swear!"

He walks back around to shove her into the couch, "Shut up." He throws up his arm to reveal a black hand held object that could be nothing else but a small gun, you stare at it in curiosity, expression interested and unfazed.

He doesn't like that, he tilts the gun at you angrily, "What's up now huh! You ain't telling me to do nothin' I run this fucker up in here! So you're gonna fuckin' listen to me you whore! I'll fu.." Antonio's body stiffens, his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes he's not able to move, not able to speak.

Hands kept to your sides, you curl the fingers of your right hand to bloodbend this imbecile. Moving this hand to the right, Antonio's grasp is forced open and the gun clatters to the floor. "What are you doing!?" Shouts Ava fearfully.

"Teaching a dog a lesson."

Curling the fingers of your other hand, Antonio is forced to walk in staggered painful steps across the carpet at your will, Ava gasps in fright as she watches your little horror show. "Men don't treat their people like animals, you want to act like a beast. Then you'll be one."

His throat makes a dry crackly sound as he tries to scream when you move your hands to orchestrate a new action, Antonio is forced to his knees where he crawls like a dog across the clean carpet. A frightened man he becomes, his movements choppy and forced, body awkward and stiff as he moves on all fours. Proud of your work, you walk over to the man and crouch down to reach his level, "You see, the universe has created us all for a reason. Whether we are powerful or not, that control we have can be taken as it can be given."

He mumbles a reply that cannot be heard properly even by your hears.

"You know of your power?" He shakes his head as you smirk, "Your strength is built from fear and hatred. That is no way to find your place in the world, that is how tyrants lead."

Drool runs down the side of his mouth as his eyes look up to you pleadingly. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Shouts Ava.

You give Antonio a pitiful look, "I know. And this creature deserves more then I'm willing him to do, but because you've gained my respect. I will release him." Standing, you flick your hands and Antonio is released from your trance. He coughs and sputters in a curled up heap on the floor like a beaten old dog.

"Pathetic." You mutter dryly as Ava breaths heavily from the couch.

"Wh-what are you?" She whispers, "Are you a witch?"

"No. But I am someone who is done with this place." You give her a respectful tilt of your head, "Ava, I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave." She watches as you take one last look around the room before walking towards the closed door. Turning the handle you're prepared to exit when she screams. "Antonio no!"

Boom!

The bullet stops three inches from the back of your head, whipping around to face your assailant, he fires two more rounds as you halt the bullets in their tracks. He registers what's happening and quickly chooses to pull the trigger again. As a plethora of steel flies your way, you raise an open palm that causes them all to freeze in place.

The room goes deathly silent before Antonio takes a single step and you've sent all five bullets straight through his vulnerable flesh. Blood flies across the walls as he slumps to the ground while Ava gasps in terror, too afraid to make a sound.

You frown, gaze set on Ava, "I'm sorry I had to do this in front of you. He gave me no choice, but I think this loss will not be mourned over." Your golden eyes flicker back down at the bullet ridden body, "A quick death is more then he deserved. So long Ava, be brave."

The door opens.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Speaks a man most certainly in his late thirties as he sets something on the ground, "Who's this bitch?"

Ava's expression shifts to fear as you let out a tired sigh, eyes set to the man you know as Jed, "An old friend." ——

Crouched down by a river, you rub off flecks of blood that dissipate into the murky water like forgotten memories. You just wanted to eat and rest a while as you gathered your thoughts. But here you are, you've killed two humans and have damaged a couple busses in the process of it all. Not to mention that one car the other night...at least that man kept his life.

This realm is complicated and busy, there's not enough wilderness to hide in and there are certainly too many prying eyes that can catch you with their small square devices easier then you'd like. Thankfully Ava had not seen your rampage on the internet so she wasn't able to instantly recognize you. Then again you weren't wearing your armor.

However your eye color certainly doesn't aid you in finding a way into the city close by, that's still too far for your liking, people will undoubtedly stare. At this point you don't trust a single soul, and anyone close enough to see your face would most likely report you to the authorities in an instant.

Your goal has been thwarted one too many times and that shit does not fly with you one bit. Find the Ancient One, have her open a portal to your realm, and from there kick your brothers ass. It's all very simple, well at least it should be. Stupid Midgardians.

Hrrrrr Hrrrrrrrr! A loud horn blares from within the woods to your back right, twisting around and standing at attention, your fists emit flame when a huge lumbering mass of metal rolls through the trees practically making the ground shake.

It sounds like a tiny thunderstorm, you've never seen anything like it except for when you where in Norway but that vehicle was significantly smaller and less loud. "God this place is insufferable." You mutter, annoyed by the less then peaceful atmosphere of Midgard.

So far you've evaded the watchful eyes of the Avengers for the past three days and have gotten nowhere on your quest for vengeance. And now this thing just adds to your stirred up pot of frustration.

Taking a breath, you decide to wander through the trees until you've found the tracks where that metal vessel was drawing its power from, oddly enough the steel bars attached to plates of wood does not give off energy. Strange.

Figuring it must be the vehicle itself, you sway your mind from pondering the idea as your thoughts drift to that of home and the necklace hidden around your neck. This valued object was your dying mother's, a heirloom of your linage, and a damn powerful piece of jewelry.

But your brother and his wicked ideas, he wanted to use it for his grant thoughts of tyranny and power over the nine realms. A fool, no one could ever claim such a feat, no place needs rules like such from one being calling all the shots. It's madness.

It's insane.

Shaking your head, you keep following down the tracks as you listen to the sounds of cars in the far off distance. Birds chirp and flutter by while minding their business in the forest, although you could have sworn you heard a soft thud in the dirt behind you. A shuffle of stones maybe?

A deer perhaps? No, this is no deer; halting your trek to the city, you place your hands upon your hips before slowly turning around, "I'd expected as much. You are a clever man after all....Bucky."

The dark haired man greets you with a shy grin as he stands there off to the side of the tracks, dressed in casual attire like that when you saw him in Norway. He seems genuinely happy to see you, "I wish I could stay away." Replies Bucky in a playful tone, "But you've killed two human traffickers and I gotta make sure you don't hurt anyone else. Even if they deserve it."

You scoff, "I could end your life right now if I wanted to, kill all your friends next and then burn this world to ash and dust trying to get what I want. No matter the cowards I've killed."

He shrugs, "That sounds harsh. I'd rather you didn't actually, kinda like being alive." He's such a smartass in the best way, yet you hold back a smile to keep your noble aurora about you.

"Fair point I suppose. This Earth may be greatly flawed, but I have no qualms with the people here but that of my own business."

"Right. Your own business, finding the Ancient One and dealing with your brother and all that stuff." Nods Bucky, "Y/N, you know we could help you..."

"I don't need it! I'll find my way through this planet myself.  Alone!" You shout, causing the trees to creak and moan from a surplus of wind that blows Bucky's hair about. He knows what you're capable of, but he has to try and persuade you anyways.

He looks almost apprehensive to approach you, "Y/N please. I know we all got off on the wrong foot, probably by a lot. But my friends are good people, we want to help you find what you're looking for. I promise you that." Says Bucky with a pleading look, "No lies. I promise."

You give him a conflicted glare as you think of your options; he found you somehow, he legitimately wants to help, and you desperately need a way off this damn planet. Maybe they do know a way, maybe they'll actually be able to help you, maybe Bucky is truthful?

He goes to take a step forward when you throw a hand out, "Stop." He keeps still as you take a breath, "Bucky, you give me your word?"

"I do."

"Promise!"

Raising his hands up, he gives you a sincere look, "I promise Y/N."

Taking a long moment to think over his words, you finally nod, "Good." He watches as you walk across the tracks until you're within a couple feet of him, he swallows, unsure if you might have just lied and are about to set him on fire. Instead he's relieved when you gift him a tight lipped grin, "Fine then, let us leave this place."

"Awesome.....yeah, okay good...well I'm parked back that way. We can just walk on the tracks instead of through the woods. Easier that way." He takes a couple steps back the way you came, when you don't move does Bucky stop and reach a hand out for you to take, "I'm not going to hurt you Y/N, I promised I'd help you remember?"

"I haven't forgotten." You quickly answer him.

"Good because I intend to keep it." He smiles softly, beautiful stormy blues focused all on you with a gloved hand ready for you to take.

You shake your head before walking past him, "Fine but I'm not shaking your hand."

Bucky chuckles to himself as he watches you practically swagger down the side of the tracks away from him. Quickly does he break from his staring trance to jog over to your side. The two of you walk for a little ways in complete silence until you glance over at him when your curiosity gets the better of you. There's just one tiny question you still need answered, "Well, how'd you find me?"

Bucky holds back a grin, "Your pocket." He points down towards your jackets pocket. Giving him a look of confusion, you reach down and feel inside for whatever he's on about, suddenly your fingers touch something round and metal attached to the inside wall.

Taking a hold of this odd device, you tug it loose before bringing your hand into the open, "What the hell is this?" You ask.

Bucky reaches out to take the object from you, he holds it up, "This. Is a tracker."

"That thing? It's like a thick coin, how does it manage to do such a feat?"

"Technology, radio waves. It's not my design, but with it I was able to follow where you went. Granted you're more elusive with your traveling then I'd first realized, but it did it's job...and now I'm here."

"Yes, now you're here. Maybe you really are braver then I first thought, or just a plain fool. I could have stuck to my word and killed you." You snap your fingers, "Just like that."

He chuckles, "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

"Oh really? What made you assume I would be merciful?"

"When we met for the first time in Norway, and later at the base. You didn't hurt me, well I guess I should say you didn't try and squeeze the life out of me. Or set me on fire.."

"I set your jacket on fire." You point out as he smiles.

"You did. I liked that jacket too." Muses Bucky, "Still, you let me live both times. Even let my friends live too, Y/N, I don't think you're so bad at all."

You hum in thought, "Your words are kind and humbling. But I do not feel worthy of such claims." He has no idea who you are, what you've done. So much he doesn't know.

Bucky frowns, "Why not?"

"I have done nothing but add more chaos to this realm with my existence here, I have been betrayed and for that I was filled with rage taken out on innocent people living their lives. I want to be worthy of what you say I am, but I am not." His heart hurts at your valiantly honest words, if only he could understand completely.

"Believe me Y/N, you aren't nearly as bad as you think you are. There's been way worse people throughout history here before you ever showed up."

"I believe your words though my personal occurrence's chance to lessen these people compared to what I have done centuries ago. Do not misinterpret all of what I speak, I understand there are always beings harming others for their own sick pleasure, however I did not frighten for enjoyment. Quite the opposite."

He could just about give up his metal arm forever just to know what the hell you're talking about. What kind of life did you live before all of this? Bucky soon takes out a small square device with his one gloved hand, "I trust your word on that. And hopefully we're able to help you...I just gotta get us a ride out of here first." He turns on a black screen and slides his finger across to unlock, "I have where I parked pin pointed via another tracker."

"You don't recall where you've come from?"

"Yeah, I mean no..no, I do remember the direction I came in, it's just I was running so fast to find you I forget exactly where my car is. Don't worry this will only take a moment."

Holding back a grin at the way he muddles around on that screen of his, you divert your gaze elsewhere to look around at the trees and other various greenery spread about as usual on a planet such as this one. It's fascinating, almost like that of your home world in Vanaheim. How you miss that place. The vast mountains spread throughout the landscape, huge lumbering trees taller then the cellphone towers you've passed, and great skies of blue where dragons fly at will.

Suddenly a stick cracks in the trees to your right, you turn while Bucky pays little attention, a crow flies out and into the blue sky it goes. Easy now, just a bird, nothing more. The wind picks up for a second and you can almost catch the scent of sulfur when a ball of fire erupts from the trees ready to kill.

The spherical flame screams towards you and Bucky, who's by now dropped his phone onto the tracks, "Y/N watch out!" He shouts fearfully, hand gripping onto your shoulder as you keep a strong fearless stance to the approaching flame.

Throwing a hand out, you divert the ball into the gravel where it bursts like a small firework, rocks flying everywhere as you stand at the ready for whatever happens next. "Y/N! What the hell was that!" Shouts Bucky.

"A scout. I think one of my brother's loyalists found me."

"A scou..." Another ball of flame soars towards the two of you and then another right behind it as you maneuver your body to deflect each of them in quick succession when out of the scorched trees does a smirking woman reveal herself. Her smile is proud and wicked, taller then Bucky she stands and impeccably strong she appears.

She wears armor closely resembling your own, but instead of blues, silver, and white. Her armor is black and red, silver replaced with shimmering obsidian as she walks into the evening light. Her eyes flicker gold like your own, she tilts her head at you, "Princess Y/N of Vanaheim. An honor to meet you, truly." She bows with mockery, you immediately despise her.

"What dog is this who speaks to me?"

She grimaces, "Aüla, master of flame, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I am here to bring what stolen jewelry lays upon your neck. What belongs to King Leyondros." She points a sharp nailed finger to your neck, "That, is a house Lavpranthus family heirloom."

"You think I was born yesterday? That incompetent tyrant who dare claim himself as king does not deserve what treasure I possess. He is barely a brother to me now, and you, what business do you serve?"

She smirks, gifting Bucky with a wink as she wiggles her fingers with flame, "He's sent his best out to find your whereabouts since he's exiled you. I just happened to be lucky enough to land on Midgard where wouldn't you know it, here keeps the banished Princess herself. I couldn't be more fortunate." She opens up her palm like a needy child, "Now Y/N, the object I so desire."

"You will die trying."

She holds up a threatening fist of hot flame, "I will be bathed in riches! I will be loved! King Leyondros will welcome his champion with open arms as I present him with the necklace stolen by his traitor sister! With grand tidings of her annihilation!"

You share a dark look with Aüle as you step in front of Bucky, "I do not care to know what bargaining from the beasts of this realm you made to find me. And I certainly do not care for the false promises my brother has warped into your mind, you cannot take my life and you cannot have this necklace."

She calls flame into both hands, "Then I'll take it off your burnt corpse!" She thrusts her hands forward causing a burst of hot orange flames to shoot like dragon fire straight for yourself and Bucky.

Anticipating this action, you create a wall of your own fire that shatters her advances, you turn to the wide eyed brunette, "Bucky forgive me for not handling this sooner. I hadn't realized she was here."

"It's fine." Mumbles Bucky, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he stares fearfully at the angry woman spewing fire at you still.

Focused back on Aüla, she suddenly begins creating whips of flame that crack and slash at the air. She throws a whip towards Bucky but you're able to deflect it easily, in retaliation of her advances, you thrust a burst of dusty wind knocking her backwards.

She tumbles across the gravel like a discarded sack of potatoes, jumping gracefully down from the high point of the tracks, you land nearby this hellfire spawn who staggers to her feet. Rubbing the dust from out of her eyes, she coughs, "Foul play Princess, I should have guessed you'd cheap shot."

"You still believe you're leaving here with my necklace?"

Leaving her charcoal stained eyes be, she opens her palms to flame, "Well I certainly don't intend on perishing at your hand. I will get what I came for."

You throw a quizzical look, is she insane? Not wanting to ponder her mental stability, you use the gravel to crawl it up to her knees where it fuses and roots itself into the ground, she flails her arms trying to regain balance. Angered by this, Aüla clenches her fists, tightly hugging them to her chest as she concentrates.

A small orange glow emits from the center of her chest before she screams while opening her arms to the sky and with that her whole body erupts with flame like that of a Phoenix reborn. Tree branches and leaves alike are burnt and singed nearby while her anchor is melted.  Aüla levitates freely now, body a mass of hot flames as she stares furiously down at you with eyes of black charcoal.

"Behold the Phoenix! Now you will obey by law of the one true king!" Fire is thrown like thin arrows towards your face, again, easily deflected into the gravel below.

She chuckles darkly, thrusting a hand of intense flame that causes you to fall backwards across the ground. Pushing yourself up by the pads of your hands, she takes this vulnerable moment to race after Bucky with wings of fire.

Face contorted like a melted candle, her arms open wide as she prepares to embrace Bucky to the flames. Jumping up, you bend your arms, moving them in opposite directions on a linear path to conjure some type of protection. Aüla slams into an enchanted force field of dark blues that sends her flailing backwards like a bursting firework.

Regaining her balance, she levitates, scowling in disgust, "You? Would protect this mortal man?"

Your gaze falls onto Bucky, he's standing there, expression fearful and wide as he looks at you desperately. You take a step forward, "I will."

"But why? He is nothing compared to you, to us, he's simply an insect on a leaf."

"He is someone who has showed me more kindness in the last couple days then some of my own people have in the past hundred years!" You shout furiously before using your magic to paralyze her like you did with Wanda and Vision.

She struggles to move but all efforts are unfruitful, "Do not! Don't. You. Dare!" She screams as you take another fearless step towards her, raising your hands in a beautiful fluid motion, her obsidian irises flash with terror.

"Aüla, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I admire your efforts and valor. But I am not so merciful when my life as been threatened, as someone of these nine realms with some type of authority still. I, Y/N Lavpranthus of Vanaheim, condemn you to die." Your golden eyes flash with a noble flair of judgment while your hands sway like subtle waves on a beach.

"No. No. Nooo..." Her screams are eradicated when a burst of water consumes her entire vessel, she sizzles and smokes as you draw the river water away to reveal nothing but discarded broken armor. She never even noticed you were doing this.

As a plethora of water dissipates into steam from where she once stood, more liquid fills through the cracks in the gravel while you slowly wander over to the dark spot stained onto the center tracks. Kneeling down, you pick up an obsidian gauntlet cracked down the middle curve. "Who was that?" Asks Bucky from behind you.

"One of my brothers scouts. His best fire-bender.." You study the intricate markings that dance like vines around the metalwork, "..a phoenix in human form."

There is a long pause before he asks, "Why are you being hunted Y/N?"

You sigh, head bowed to the earth, "It's a long story."

Bucky frowns down at you, he's not sure what to do, but he knows you're deeply troubled by whatever events have led you to this point. A comforting hand rests upon your shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now. But I think we should go."

Dropping the broken gauntlet onto the dark stained wood, you stand, "Perhaps you're right. Who knows what else lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce. I'd rather not have you injured on my behalf."

Bucky shares a lopsided grin, "Appreciated. Now come on, I know the way home." Directs Bucky as the two of you begin walking down the tracks for wherever he speaks of.

Maybe these people aren't as bad as you'd first thought, unfortunately there are still evils that are desperate to find you. Until that time comes again.

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Pixie Spy

Chapter 8

Chapter 1     Chapter 7

Ladybug swung through the streets as long as she could before the wind became too powerful for her to keep her trajectory. She only managed to make it about halfway to where the team was waiting before the wind became too strong.  She landed on the street with a roll, deciding running would be more effective after the fifth crash into a balcony. She looked down at her yoyo as she ran looking for the dots indicating her team.  Chat, Carapace, and Rena were already together under a bridge along the Seine.  Bee was quickly approaching from the opposite direction.  

Ladybug felt her progress slow as the wind suddenly picked up significantly.  She blinked a few times when she saw a tornado barreling toward her.  She gave a surprised squeak and jumped into an alley to get out of the tornado’s path.  She breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the bricks of the alley wall until she started sliding toward the alley entrance.  Her eyes widened in surprise as she fell back and was sucked toward the tornado.  She threw out her yoyo, capturing a pipe on the other end of the alley and held on as the tornado sucked the dumpsters out of the alley and flung them out into the street, demolishing cars.  She stared at the pipe nervously when it started to bend under the pressure of the tornado’s pull on her.

She felt her body slowly lower as the tornado passed by and the winds died down.  She took a few seconds to catch her breath before walking out to see the devastation. It looked like a bulldozer carved a diagonal path through the neighborhood.  There were buildings destroyed next to buildings that looked completely untouched.  There was wreckage everywhere.  She could see at least one leg just barely sticking out of one of the wrecked buildings.

She scrunched her eyes shut and took a deep breath to focus herself.  He hoped that was the only tornado they had to deal with, but with the way things had been going lately, it was unlikely.  If it was following the regular pattern, the akuma would be flashy and devastating.  While devastating, one tornado was hardly flashy.  What she wouldn’t give for the early days of Mr. Pigeon or even Guitar Villain.  That one was kind of fun actually.  Even as a dragon, Fang was just a big puppy.

“Waiting on you, LB.” She heard over her com.  She looked down and saw Bee had joined the others.   She shook her head and started running again.

“Sorry, got caught up in something.  Weather is crazy today, don’t you think?”  She responded with a fake casualness.

“No idea what you mean, Dudette.” Carapace responded in the same tone.  “I’ve just been chillin’ here watching the trees break in the breeze.”

“Screw you both!” Bee seethed.  “That fucking wind absolutely destroyed my hair.  That bitch is going down.”

“Is it Stormy?”  Ladybug asked.  It seemed like her MO, but it made no sense.  She could do a lot worse.  She had done a lot worse years ago.

“Can confirm, it is Stormy.  I saw the butterfly land.  One guess where.”  Rena added. They knew all knew where it was. With Aurora, it was always her umbrella. “One guess who caused it too.” She added bitterly, her eyes darkened with anger.

Ladybug groaned.  Most of the people at school had figured out to avoid or laugh at Lila, but Aurora still took everything to heart.  She had grown a tougher skin, but criticisms still hurt.  The insinuations still hurt.  The judgement still hurt.  And Lila knew just how to phrase her words to maximize the hurt and capitalize on insecurities.  “Fucking bitch.”  Ladybug muttered under her breath.

“That’s what I said.” Bee bit out.  “And as soon as this is done, I’m killing her.”

Ladybug sighed heavily.  “We don’t kill, Bee.”  Fuck, now she sounded like Batman.  She needed to say something to rid herself of this feeling.

“It won’t be permanent.  I’ll do it before the miraculous ladybug.” Bee dismissed her.

Ladybug opened her mouth to reprimand her but that would be what Batman would do.  What wouldn’t batman do…  “That is very creative thinking, Bee.  I love your creativity and passion.” She said focusing on the positives instead.

She jumped down next to the group just in time to see Bee’s face scrunch up in confusion and disgust.  She turned on Ladybug and shook her finger in her face. “You… you… Don’t do that.  You’re supposed to be our voice of reason.” She slapped Ladybug’s arm.  “It’s creepy when you’re all supportive of my bad ideas.”

“If I wasn’t supportive of your bad ideas, I’d never be supportive.” Ladybug quipped before she thought about it.  As soon as the words were out of her mouth she cringed. Damn, she was moving closer to Batman again.  

Bee gasped dramatically and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Chat.  “Yeah, yeah we’ll all just imagine the cutting response.  Can we focus please?”

She sighed and turned to Rena, “So how bad is it?”

“At least twenty smaller tornadoes around the city. And by ‘smaller’ I mean just terrifying and destructive instead of horrifying and catastrophic like the one over there.” She motioned vaguely behind them.  Ladybug looked warily at the rapidly swirling clouds in the sky. “News estimates that one is above an F-5, which is the highest known level.”  She looked up with a haunted look.  “If that thing were to start moving, nothing in the city would be standing. Nothing.”

“So why isn’t it moving?” Carapace asked keeping his eyes on the clouds in the sky.  “Stormy has never held back before.  We know she can do worse.  So why isn’t she?”

“You think there’s something more going on?” Chat asked, furrowing his brow.

“Amok?” Ladybug asked looking at him.

Carapace shrugged.  “Not sure what is going on.  I’m just saying Stormy created a super volcano that almost destroyed us.  A few tornadoes is stepping back a bit.”

Ladybug nodded and returned her gaze to the clouds. She ducked quickly when something came flying over the embankment and almost hit her.  “We aren’t going to be able to get close to her with this wind. We need a way to neutralize the wind if we want to do anything.”  She mused more for herself than the team.  Her eyes darted around to her teammates and up at the sky.  Her mind started running through potential plans and likely outcomes, backups, workarounds, collateral damage, risk assessment.

“We’re going to have to do it without talking too.” Chat noted.  “Once we get up there, nobody is going to be able to hear anything even if we yell.” He turned to them with a small grin. “But, that means we’ll be able to sneak up on her without having to try to be quiet because she won’t be able to hear either.”

Ladybug made a note of his comment, adding it as a potential puzzle piece.  She pursed her lips as the pieces started fitting together.  It would take all of them working together, acting at the right moments, but lean more heavily on Bee than she wanted to.  Not that she didn’t completely trust Bee.  She knew Bee could do it, she just hated putting any of her team on the front lines while she watched from a safe distance.

She was putting the last pieces in place when she heard an eerily sweet voice floating towards them.  “Come out, come out wherever you are, Ladybug and Chat Noir. I want to play.” Stormy’s voice took on a hard edge.  “We can fly a kite.”  There was a short pause before her voice returned to the eerily sweet tone.  “I’ve already provided the wind and everything.”

Rena gave Chat a deadpan look.  “So, not affected by the tornado’s noise and able to make her voice heard over it are part of her powers.”

Chat shrugged sheepishly.  “That’s okay.  We won’t need it to get the akuma.” Ladybug said confidently.  All of the eyes turned to her, ready to take her orders. “Carapace, you’re going to create a shelter for us to hide in on a roof close enough to observe, but not so close the building might collapse under us.  Then create a tunnel through the tornado to the eye, but you’re going to need to create it from higher up.  Bee, you’re going to need the flying power up so you can fly through the tunnel into the eye. You’re going to drop down on her from above and use Venom to incapacitate her.  Rena, on Bee’s mark, you’re going to create an illusion that the tornadoes are gone.  The devastation will still be there, but her tornadoes will be gone.  Bee will take advantage of her confusion to deliver the venom.  Chat and I will keep an eye out for the amok, but this plan is mostly on your shoulders, Bee.”

“If she can talk through the wind then I imagine she can see through it too.”  Chat commented somberly, looking around at the buildings near them and trying to remember the buildings around the Champ de Mars or the Trocadero.  “We’ll want to pick a rooftop that gives us a view but that won’t allow her to see us.”  He pulled up a map on his baton and examined it for a few seconds.  “This one should work.” He turned and showed them the building he had in mind.  He stared at Rena a few second and cocked his head to the side.  “Or, we just have Rena hide us.  Can you make that part of your illusion?  Hiding us as well?”

“It will get a bit complicated getting the different layers and timing and complexities to work together, but I should be able to do it.” Rena nodded slowly, staring at nothing while she fit the pieces together in her head.

Ladybug nodded.  “Good idea, Chat.  Rena, can you give us some cover while we get there, too?”

“On it, LB.” Rena jerked out of her thoughts and nodded at her before playing her flute.  “Mirage.” They looked around but nothing looked different.

“Uh… Babe?” Carapace started, looking around in confusion.

Rena gasped dramatically.  “You doubt me?”  Carapace rolled his eyes at her.  Rena laughed at him.  “It’s like a screen around this area, a screen showing a picture.  Anyone on the other side won’t see any changes.  We can move as much as we want and they won’t see it.”

“So are we moving or are we just going to hang out here until Stormy gets bored with us and moves on?”  Bee asked annoyed with the lack of movement.  

“Come on guys, we’re going to make her late for her spa appointment if we don’t move and Lord knows we wouldn’t want to be responsible for that kind of travesty.”  Rena snickered.

“No, you wouldn’t.” Bee snapped.  “Those spa appointments are the one thing that keep me from killing you all.”

“On that sweet, teambuilding comment, let’s get started.  The sooner we stop this the better.” Ladybug grumbled.

They made their way to the rooftop, occasionally dodging random objects flying.  “That was a…” Carapace’s eyes followed the object as it flew out of view.  He whipped his head around to Rena, looking at her apprehensively.  “There wasn’t a baby in that stroller, right?  It was empty?”

“No Babe, there was no baby in the stroller.” Rena assured him.  “It’s okay. The baby is safe.  It was empty.”

Carapace nodded at her words. “Okay, good.  Good.  Good.” Rena looked over at Chat and grimaced. Chat gave her a sympathetic look and patted her on the back.

As soon as they landed on the roof Carapace called for shelter and Rena called for a new mirage.  They huddled together under the camouflaged green dome and assessed the situation.  From their new perch, the scene looked more horrific.  The tornado was even more massive than before.  Ladybug expected the buildings surrounding the area to start crumbling any second now.  If the tornado moved even a few feet in either direction, they definitely would.

“Everyone knows their job.  Everyone ready?”  Ladybug looked at all of them seriously, looking for any signs of uncertainty before they started, especially from Bee.  She was the one taking all the risks.  She was the one they needed permission to start from.

Bee looked at her confidently.  “I’m ready to go.” She said with conviction.  She detransformed, pulled a power up out of her purse, and handed it to Pollen.  As soon as Pollen was done, she called on her transformation again and looked back at Ladybug with a smile.  “Let’s do this.  I’ve got an appointment to get to.”

Ladybug nodded to her.  “We don’t want to make her late for that.” Ladybug smiled slightly. “Rena, Carapace, you’re up.”

Rena called for Mirage again, camouflaging the area where the tunnel was going with just a few notes from her flute. Carapace moved forward and called out, “Tunnel.”  A green tunnel only they could see formed in the sky linking the shelter and running through the side of the tornado.  As soon as he nodded to Bee, she extended her wings and started beating them.  She rose slowly off the ground.  Thank God they had practiced with the power ups before. Otherwise she would be a jerky, uncontrolled mess right now, plus it was just extremely cool practice, much more fun than the fire resistance training.  She gave them one last look before flying into the tunnel.  After a few seconds, they heard a beep on their coms indicating Bee was in position.  “Rena,” Ladybug cued her quietly.  

“Mirage,” Rena called out again.  This time, they all saw the change.  The scene looked completely different.  Not only was the tornado gone, but the trees appeared to have stopped blowing, standing tall and unbroken.  They could almost believe what they were seeing if they couldn’t hear the wind against the outside of the shelter and on Bee’s coms.  “She should be able to see what’s in the eye but nothing outside of it.  That goes for both of them.” Rena reported.  “Nothing except what I want them to see.”

They waited with baited breath for something to change, for the wind to stop or Bee to say something.  They stared so hard at the spot where the tornado had been that it was amazing none of them broke any blood vessels in their eyes.  Ladybug let out a loud yelp when she felt something touch her.  She looked over and saw Chat give her a sheepish look and continue to pat her hand comfortingly a few more times.  She let out a strangled sigh and turned back to the spot

The sound of the wind was starting to drive Ladybug crazy.  It was a constant reminder that things had not changed.  That Bee was still in danger.  That she was out there by herself, with no backup.  If anything happened to her, they would be too late to help.  She was alone and Ladybug had sent her there.

After a few minutes they finally heard a break in the white noise the wind had become.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the easing of the wind as they had hoped.  They all jumped and Rena’s illusion disappeared as Bee’s screaming rang in their ears.

“Bee, report!” Ladybug screamed.  “Carapace, kill the tunnel.  Bee, report.  Are you okay? Bee!”  Ladybug was getting more and more frantic with each word.  She checked her yoyo for Bee’s beacon.  It started blinking a few blocks away.  “Damn it!  I should have sent backup with her.  Rena, Carapace please go check on her.”

“I’m fine.  I’ll…” she cut off her sentence with a groan.  “Yeah, these bricks are definitely hard.” She reported as she slid down the side of the building she had been thrown into.  “There’s definitely an amok, by the way.  The little bastard can ride the tornadoes and jumped me while I was focused on Stormy.” Bee groaned rolling onto her hands and knees.

“Bee, do you think you can get back here on your own or do you need a bit of assistance?”  Ladybug asked gently.

“While I appreciate the offer of my own personal sedia gestatoria, and it is much deserved, I think I can make it myself.” She answered proudly but her voice was ragged.

Ladybug turned her com off and turned to Rena and Carapace.  “Can you two go escort her anyway?  She’s already weak after what I’m sure was a hell of a hit.  If she gets caught in one of those random tornadoes, she might not be able to get out of the way in time.”

“Will do, LB.” Rena saluted her.  “Come on Carapace.  I’ll race you.”  Rena took off running.  Carapace gave them a weak smile and followed after her.

“Sending your underlings instead of dealing with me yourself, Ladybug?  I’m hurt. I thought we meant more to each other. I just wanted to play.  My little pet wanted to play, too.  Unfortunately, your little pet Bee just wasn’t strong enough to handle him.”  Stormy taunted, laughing eerily.  “What do I need to do to get your attention?  Should I send my pet after all of your little pets?”

“Right,” Chat grimaced at the thought of the pain he could hear in Bee’s voice.  “I think we could use a bit of Luck right about now.  What do you think, m’lady?”

Ladybug nodded still looking at the growing tornado. “I think you’re right, Chaton. Lucky Charm!” Ladybug called out throwing her yoyo into the air.  She stared in bewilderment at the object that dropped into her hands.  “Seriously?  What am I supposed to do with this?”

She continued staring at the very distinctive red, full face mask now adorned with black dots that had dropped into her hands. Her mind raced through the possibilities.  Was she supposed to wear it?  Was Chat? Someone else?  Was she supposed to throw it at someone?  Did it have a voice changer she was supposed to use?  Some kind of analytical software she could use? She could throw it into the tornado and it would become a deadly weapon as the force of the wind launched it. With her luck, it might hit Stormy… but that didn’t feel right.  What did Tikki intend?

Chat cocked his head to the side staring at it with doubt as well.  “Do you think it means he is supposed to help us with Stormy?”

Ladybug shook her head.  “I doubt it.  It is never that straight forward for me.  If it was you, I would say that was what it meant, but Tikki always makes it more difficult than that.” She huffed in frustration.  She looked around them seeing if anything jumped out at her.

“Maybe he has something you need then.  Like when Tikki used to give you Lucky Charms to let you know you needed to go see Master Fu?” Chat offered uncertainly.

Ladybug’s eyes lit up.  “Yes!  That’s it. Great idea, Chat!  That is exactly what it means.” She stood up to find Jason. “Hold down the fort.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.  Let me know if anything changes I need to know about.” He nodded to her, his eyes turning hard as he watched the swirling clouds above her as she swung away.

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Ladybug ran until she was out of Stormy’s tornado’s range then switched to swinging back toward where she had left Jason. She really needed to get his phone number.  It would be a lot easier finding him if she could just call him.  As it was, she was going to have to hope he stayed near where she left him and ignored his own self-interests to find a safe place to hide.  If he was already hunkered down somewhere safe, she would never find him.  Of course if he wasn’t hiding somewhere safe, she was going to kill him.

She reached the alley she had left him and pushed down a blush as memories of what had happened, what almost happened, came flooding back.  She turned away instead and started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, keeping a keen eye on the alleys and any place that looked like it could be used as a hiding place.  She finally found him walking a few blocks away, keeping close to the buildings. She dropped down into an alley just in front of him and reached out to pull him in with her as soon as he passed by.

He whipped his head around in shock, tensing his body ready to fight whoever had grabbed him.  He immediately lowered his fist when she saw Ladybug’s raised eyebrow, giving her a dashing grin instead.  “Ladybug, Paris’ hero.” He looked her up and down, his smile turning into a smug smirk. “You're quite a bit shorter than I expected.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.  “Red Hood, vigilante of Gotham.  You're quite a bit assholier than I expected.”  

His grin grew larger.  “I haven’t even gotten into my rhythm yet.”  She rolled her eyes at him and punched him hard in the shoulder.  He winced in pain.  “What was that for?”

“You couldn’t find a better place to hide than on the street?  Out in the open?  Where you have absolutely no cover or protection?”  A bit of concerned annoyance coming through in her voice.

“I don’t know what I’m hiding from and I wanted to see you in action.” He shrugged, wincing only slightly at the movement, his grin firmly in place.

“Tornadoes.  Lots of them. Some stronger than others.” She huffed, looking to the alley entrance with apprehension.   “Speaking of which, what do you have on you?”

He frowned at her in confusion at the seeming change of topic.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you have on you.  What equipment do you have on you?” She prompted him.

“Why do you need to know that?” He asked as he started reaching into his pockets and pulling out weapons.  He lined them up on top of the dumpster lid as he pulled them out.

“My Lucky Charm gives me clues or tools to help me defeat an akuma.  My Lucky Charm today was this.” She held up the black spotted mask Tikki had provided earlier.

“That’s… that’s my mask.  Wouldn’t that mean you need me?  It’s telling you to let me help.”  He looked at her seriously as he pulled a knife out of his sleeve and placed it on the lid.

She shook her head at him. “No, it is never that straightforward, at least not for me.  It is always a windy path to get to the real significance.  And whenever it points me to a particular person, it means they have something I need to use; a tool, a weapon, information, something.  I just need to figure it out.  I’ll know it when I see it.”  She watched in surprise and a bit of shock, as he pulled more weapons and tools out of his coat pockets, around his ankles, belt.  “That’s… What the fuck?  Seriously?”

He shrugged at her.  “I travelled light today.”

She stared at him blank faced for a second.  “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not and I don’t think I want to know.” He gave her a dashing grin as he pulled out the last few items from a hidden pocket.  She looked down to assess the items he had laid out.  The last few items turned red with black spots. “There!” She pointed to them. “What are those?”

“These?  Trackers. You plant them on someone or something and you can follow them if you have the frequency.”  She nodded as he spoke.  The pieces of the plan started forming in her mind.  “It’s accurate to about 3 feet.”  

She suddenly looked up at him with a calculated grin.  “That is very helpful to know.  Can I borrow these?”  She asked as she grabbed them and dropped them into her yoyo.

“Uh… I guess.  What are you going to do?”

“Track someone.”  He huffed at her but didn’t challenge her.  “You might want to put those away before another tornado comes through and starts flinging them around too.  Find somewhere safe to hide and stay out of trouble.” She pointed her finger at him.

He moved a step closer to her and gave her another dashing smile as he started tucking weapons away.  “Not my strong suit, either part, not going to lie.”

She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him an amused smile even as she groaned mentally at herself.  He really shouldn’t look that sexy just putting weapons away.  What did it say about her that him tucking a gun into a holster made it hard for her to breathe?  “And what is your strong suit?”

He took another step closer.  “Being handsome and charming.” He smiled wider as she rolled her eyes at him. “And causing equal and opposite trouble.”

“Well, I have enough trouble to deal with right now, so if you could contain your chaotic good for a bit, I’d greatly appreciate it.”  She gave him a wry smile.

His eyes turned hard.  “I can help. I can plant the tracker.  I have years of experience doing it and massive amounts of training sneaking up on people.”

She gave him a pained look.  “You don’t have any protection.  Even with magically protective suits one of the team already got hurt.  So unless you’re going to tell me you’re invulnerable, I don’t know that it’s a good idea.  And we haven’t had the chance to figure out how you’re going to fit into all this and with the team.  We haven’t even gotten the team to agree that you are allowed to fit in here.  We don’t have time to figure this out now.”  Her eyes softened a bit as her expression turned more solemn.  “Seriously, there are at least 20 random tornadoes tearing through town destroying buildings and throwing cars, among other things.  The one she has shielding herself is worse. Please, find some place safe to hide until we take care of this.”

He looked up ready to assure her that he has fought worse but instead, caught her eyes, which was a fatal mistake.  She eyes were saturated with worry and fear for him.  He’d seen that look before.  He had that look when he was still Robin and Dick would do something stupid, more stupid and self-sacrificing than usual.  

He gave out a deep sigh and dropped his head.  He looked back up to her, his eyes took on a concerned look.  He stepped closer to her again, close enough now to pull her close, to lean down and kiss her if they wanted.  He reached to caress her face instead.  He nodded slowly.  “Alright.  I’ll hide. But you need to promise to be careful. I didn’t finally find you just for you to die on me.”

She stared into his eyes and leaned into his hand.  She opened her mouth to respond when something from the corner of her eye caught her attention.  “Look out!” She screamed tackling him to the ground.  They landed just as a table shattered against the wall they had been standing in front of.  She stared at the table in dismay and back out to the street, searching for the tornado that had caused the table to fly at them.  She inched closer to the opening to look around, but the tornado had already passed.  “I really have to go.  Get somewhere safe!  That table means there is a tornado in the area.  And these are magical tornadoes so they don’t follow normal tornado rules. Just because it passed already doesn’t mean it won’t come back.”  He nodded to her just before she swung away.

He stood there for a few minutes looking in the direction she had swung. He looked out to the street in front of him assessing the potential danger and trying to figure out the best place to hunker down for the storms, ideally some place that would still allow him to watch the fight.  The alley was fairly safe but exposed and he didn’t know how much longer it would be safe, especially if Marinette was right about a tornado coming.  Plus, there was no way to see the fight and he was dying to see her in action.

He considered his options for a few seconds before realizing he didn’t know where she would be fighting.  He gave a disappointed curse realizing he would have to wait to see her actually fight. He might as well follow her instructions and find a better place to hide.  He walked a few blocks before he saw signs of a tornado.

Whereas the street he had been on looked pristine, when he turned the corner, there was carnage.  Cars had been thrown on their sides, bikes were thrown through windows, balcony tables and chairs were laying broken against buildings, and more than a few bodies were laying under some of the wreckage.  He walked near the bodies, searching for signs of life.  He sighed as none of them moved.  He started walking again when he heard crying and scratching.  He followed the source to a mailbox in the side of a building.

He ripped the mailbox door and was met with wide, terrified green eyes, familiar green eyes.  “You’re the kid from the bakery.” He said in English before he could catch himself.  The kid’s eyes got impossibly bigger and started babbling to him in French.  Damn it! Jason cursed to himself.  This was going to be a crash course in French.  He was fluent at some point, years ago, but disuse had dulled his memory. He thought about it for a few seconds, mentally switching to French.  He just had to think of this like a mission and access those parts of his brain… quickly.

“I saw you in the bakery.  I’m Marinette’s friend Jason.  We need to go somewhere safe.  Are you okay? What is your name?”  He tried to give the kid a soft smile, making himself look as unthreatening as possible for a 6 foot, 225 pound man could seem.  Kids in Gotham knew he was dangerous but only against the bad guys, not kids.  He didn’t think this kid would be able to differentiate.  

The terrified look lightened only slightly as he responded.  “You know Marinette?” Jason smiled bigger as he nodded in response.  The assurance seemed to work as the kid relaxed a bit and looked around.  “My name is August.  Have you seen my father?  He put me in here when the wind came.”

Jason looked away and tried to hide his grimace.  He had seen a few men on the street, none of them alive.  “You know, I’m sure he found a place to hide from the big wind.  I’m sure he’s safe somewhere.  We can find him after Ladybug fixes everything.  We can have Marinette call him to let him know where you are, but now that we have a chance, we should find someplace safer.  Is it okay if I get you out?”

He waited until August nodded at him before lifting him out of the box.  He set him down on the ground but August clung to his arms.  Jason smiled comfortingly at him and settled him on his hip instead.  “Okay, August.  Let’s find a place to hide, yeah?”  August gave him a watery smile.

He started walking, holding the little boy close to his chest, shielding his head so he couldn’t see what was happening around him.  He just needed a safe place for them to hide, a building with a basement ideally.  Like he would know that from here he grumbled to himself, and he didn’t have the time to get it wrong.  Fuck! He should have done better reconnaissance, or any, before he came.  They had walked another block and still hadn’t seen anything that looked promising. Pretty soon he was going to have to take what he could get.  The wind was starting to pick up again, giving him the terrifying feeling that another tornado was headed their way.

He growled in frustration and looked around him again concentrating on the buildings.  Surely there was a metro somewhere, right?  He hadn’t seen a sign for blocks.  They passed by a pile of cars and paused hearing pounding and screaming from under the cars.  He searched for the source of the sound.  His eyes widened in horror as he realized where it was coming from.  A young girl had gotten trapped between a building wall and the pile of cars and was beating the cars trying to get free.  He set August down with a reassuring smile and pushed the car on top out of the way.  He reached down and grabbed the girl.  She looked up at him with wide eyes and screamed.

He flinched at the scream and sighed in acceptance.  “Yeah, I guess I deserved that.  I’m here to help not take you.  It isn’t safe out here and it’s about to get much less safe.”

She looked at him suspiciously, ready to say no to the giant of a man with scars who had grabbed her, until a head popped out from behind him.  “Manon!”

“August!”  She reached out to hug him but Jason grabbed her instead.  

“Hugs after we are safe.  It is getting worse by the second.”  He looked around for a good place to hide with the two kids.  Nothing much around them, a few shops, a few restaurants, a wine shop, a bookstore…  Wait! He instantly started moving.  When he finally reached the door, it was locked. “Who the fuc… why would you bother locking your doors during this?” he exclaimed loudly.  “Okay, move over here for a second… and don’t do this yourself.” He rammed his elbow through the door’s glass, shattering the glass panel near the handle.  He reached in to open the door, scratching his arm as he did. He hissed in pain but hid it from the kids.

“Why here?” Manon called loudly to be heard over the wind.

“Because wine shops have wine cellars.” Jason explained calmly.  “Now in you go.” He pushed her through the door, following with August close behind.

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Ladybug landed inelegantly next to the team, taking a few seconds to steady herself against the sudden lack of wind.  “I have a plan.”  She smiled at them.

“Well then let’s hear it.” Rena encouraged her.

“Something better than the last one would be appreciated.” Bee grumbled.

“Sucks for you.  Exactly the same plan as last time… kind of.” Ladybug smirked at them.

The sound of four people groaning at the same time made Ladybug smile even wider.  “Dudette, maybe you missed how it turned out last time, but we lost.”

“I have faith this time will be luckier.” She smiled cheerily.  “And we’re going to build failure into the plan… or at least the appearance of failure.” She looked over at Bee with a conspiratorial smile.  “You’re going to lead them into a false sense of security thinking we are trying the same thing again, but the real goal…” she leaned in closer as she pulled the trackers out of her yoyo, “… is to plant one of these.”

“And what the fuck are those?” Bee demanded unceremoniously.  “And just how the fuck are they supposed to change anything?”

“These my lovely pain in the ass, are tracking beacons.  Carapace, you will do the exact same thing as before.  You will create a tunnel from above through her tornado.  Rena, you will create the camouflage illusion on the tunnel, Bee, and yourself this time.  And you will need to use your flying power up.”  Rena gave her a skeptical look.

“Bee, you’ll have to use my or Chat’s flying power up.  Apologize to Pollen that it isn’t in her flavor.  I suggest using mine.  I don’t think Pollen will appreciate the cheese power up.” Bee huffed out a loud breath at the thought of that.  Pollen would not react well to the disrespect.  Chloe was going to have to lavish her with praise for days to make up for it.

“I hope you know what you are doing.  Pollen will not appreciate this.” Chloe grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away.

“I understand and please explain how eternally grateful we are for how magnanimous she is in agreeing to this.” Ladybug rolled her eyes as she said it.  “You’re going to pretend to try to take her out with venom again but it is a cover for Rena to plant this on her.” She said holding up the tracker before tossing it over to Rena. “And for you to actually get the amok with the venom instead.

“Rena, you stay camouflaged and try to plant that on her.  If anything happens to Rena while she is planting it, Bee, you take advantage of her distraction to plant yours on her.”  Ladybug tossed another tracker to her.  “Once you have them planted, notify me and Chat.  We will take her from there from below.  Your sole focus will be the amok.  We need you to restrain it until we can find the possessed item and free the feather.  Hopefully, when we deakumatize Aurora, she’ll know where the item is or at least what it is.”

Chat eyed Ladybug suspiciously, slowly nodding as he picked out the key words he needed to figure out her plan, all the pieces quickly falling into place.  “We’ll have to act quickly,” he warned her.

Ladybug nodded at him, “Getting the umbrella will be the top priority.  Whichever of us sees an opening, we take it.”

“Hey Wonder Twins, care to let the rest of us mere mortals in on your part of the plan?” Rena asked unamused.  Honestly, it was freaky how they could read each other’s minds sometimes.  One of them would say one part of an idea and the other would act on it before anyone else had even comprehended what they had said in the first place.  She understood that they had been partners for years now but if she didn’t know better, she would swear there was more to it than that.  And that asshole cat better not be trying to replace her as Marinette’s best friend. She could and would skin a cat.

“We’re going to go into the sewers.  We’ll use the trackers to know exactly where she is…” Chat started to explain.

“Within three feet.” Ladybug corrected.  Chat gave her a questioning look.  “He said there is a three foot uncertainty radius.”

Chat nodded, “…approximately where she is and get right under her.  I’ll use Black Hole to create a hole under her, dropping her into the sewers with us.” Chat finished with a smile.

Carapace nodded at the explanation.  “Removing her from the tornadoes.  As long as you act quickly, her biggest asset is gone.  Good thinking, Dudette.”  

Ladybug smiled at him.  “Thanks Carapace.  We’ll need you to get as close as you feel is safe as well.  We’ll follow you on our maps so we can get close to where we will need to be.”  She turned to the rest of the team, her face turning serious.  “Okay, we have the plan, everyone knows their parts.  Let’s get out there.  Good luck guys.  Keep us updated.”

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“Why are we down here?” Manon asked annoyed.

“That’s what you do in a…” Jason started but quickly realized he never learned the French word for tornado.  Honestly, why would he.  It wasn’t something they experienced.  “…tornado.” He finished in English.

Manon let out a critical huff and provided the French word for him.  “Thanks” he grumbled.

“Why?” August scrunched his nose.

“I know you guys aren’t familiar with them, but tornados destroy things, like buildings.  So you go underground.  It’s safe underground.”

“Like the sewers?” August asked.

Jason cocked his head to the side to consider that.  “That also would have worked.” He nodded slowly.  “But we’re going to stay here.  We’re not going to risk moving.  We will be safe here.”

“Not worth getting dirty.  It’s just Stormy Weather.”  Manon showed them her phone which was playing the news.  “They’ve fought against her before.  They know what to do.”  She continued flippantly.  Jason stared at her trying to figure out if it was an act or not.  He’d seen enough kids acting tough so they didn’t seem vulnerable and comfort the kids around them, to know it when he saw it.  It was a constant for the older kids on the street when he was growing up.  The older kids did it for the younger kids.  It was a rite of passage.

She was more scared than she was letting on but Jason couldn’t tell how scared she was.  August’s reaction to her was immediate though.  He started nodding at her, thinking over what she was saying.  The concern in his expression lessening with each nod. Manon continued to watch the news program as Jason took a seat, pulling out his phone as well.  

After a few minutes, Manon sat near him and sighed.  “Poor Aurora.  She’s such a nice person, too.  I wonder what happened this time.”

“Trying to destroy an entire city isn’t what I’d call nice.” Jason scoffed.

Manon shrugged, keeping her focus on her phone. “It’s not really her though. It’s the akuma.  It makes you do things you would never have wanted to do. It takes over.”  She paused for a few seconds seeming to stare past her phone. “And you don’t remember what you’ve done after.  You have to watch it later.  It’s like you’re watching a stranger, but it’s you.  It’s so wrong.”

She said it with such conviction, so much confidence, like she was speaking from personal experience.  Jason felt his stomach sink with the realization.  “Have you ever become an akuma?”  He hated saying the words but he hated the look that crossed her face when he asked even worse.  The look of guilt and horror, the same look he saw in the mirror when he would get a flash of something he had done immediately after getting out of the pit.

“Yeah… more than once.”  She said it quietly, still looking at her phone in an unseeing stare.

“Not as much as me,” August said sadly, taking a seat between the two of them.

“You’ve been an akuma too?  Christ, you’re still a baby!” Jason exclaimed loudly.

“I’m not a baby!” August cried out.

“You were when you were first akumatized.” Manon pointed out.

August shrunk in on himself.  “It’s okay August.” Manon reassured him, pulling him into a side hug.  “I swear there are more people who have been akumatized than haven’t been and it’s not like you’ve been akumatized that many times.”

“More than you.” He said sadly.

“Well yeah, but not like M. Pigeon numbers.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Or is it M. Rat now?”

“Rat for a while before he stopped getting akumatized.” August confirmed.  “I liked him.  He was fun to watch.”

“Wait, wait, wait.  Just hold up a second.  There’s a guy that turns into a pigeon or rat that has been turned into an akuma dozens of times?”  Jason asked shaking his head.  What the hell kind of demented Disney movie was going on here?

“No, he controls the pigeons or rats.  He is a big animal lover and anytime he thinks someone is abusing the animals, he gets upset.  Like really upset.  Akumatization level upset.  Really nice guy normally.”  Manon explained calmly.

Jason nodded thinking over what she had said, so more Steven King than Disney. “How many kids have become akumas?” Jason asked a bit scared of the answer.

“How young are you looking for?  August was the youngest, he was like what 6 months old when you first got akumatized?” She looked over to him for confirmation. August shrugged.  “I was about his age when I first got akumatized.  He doesn’t go for kids as often as adults, but he doesn’t avoid us.  I don’t think.  Maybe this is holding back.  How would we know?”  As she spoke her eyes got darker and darker, anger starting to show through her detached façade.

“Holy fu…” he looked down at August and immediately clamped his mouth shut.  “Uh… that sounds… traumatic.”

Manon let out a loud scoff.  “Not nearly as traumatic as living through the other side of it.”  Jason looked at her curiously, encouraging her to say more. “Most kids I know have died at least once.  They’ve lost a parent right in front of them, some while they were holding them. They’ve lost friends, watched them die or get hurt.  Most have experienced all three.”  

Jason watched her eyes take on a haunted look as she spoke.  “And if you’ve been akumatized more than once it’s like people are just waiting for you to get akumatized again.  Put them through that again.”

“Yeah.”  August agreed quietly.  His whole body seemed to collapse in on itself in guilt.  Just looking at him hurt Jason.  All he wanted was to bring his mood back up.

“Not everyone though, right?  Marinette seems to like you.” Jason reassured him.

“Yeah, she likes me.  But that’s Marinette she likes everyone.”  August waved him off.

“Pft, not everyone.” Manon scoffed quietly.  Jason raised his eyebrow at that.  He’d have to ask Marinette about it later.  She didn’t seem the type to dislike people enough that a random kid would know about who she liked or didn’t.  He knew she had an issue with Constantine… and apparently Batman, who didn’t though, and the rest of the Gotham vigilantes… and the entire Justice League… okay, maybe it made sense that the kid would pick up on some things.

Instead, he turned back to August.  “Maybe, but she seems to like you.  She must really think you’re a good kid.  I mean she was sneaking you treats at the counter.  I’m sure she doesn’t do that for just anyone.”

Manon whipped her head to August.  August almost jumped when she yelled at him, “She gives you treats?”

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“How do we always end up down here?”  Chat whined eyeing a patch of slick green something oozing down the sewer walls.

“Lucky I guess.  It’s where we do our best work after all.  We have a pretty good track record down here.” Ladybug quipped without looking up from the map display on her yoyo.  “We need to take a left up here.  We’re getting close.”

“You think it’s going to work this time?” Chat breathed out.  He had faith in their teammates but he knew Bee was not working on full capacity. She took the failure hard.  She would fight hard, but when Chloe doubted herself, it took a while to build her confidence back up.  And he couldn’t help.  He was stuck down in the sewers only able to hear their reports.  If anything happened, he and Ladybug wouldn’t be able to do anything or even know what happened.

“I have faith.  Our team can do this and they will.  Bee always rises to the challenge.” She assured him as though she could read his true concern.  

“Mirage.” They heard Rena say over the coms.

“Tunnel is up.” Carapace reported.

“Rena and I are going in.  You guys close or are we going to have to buy time for you slowpokes?” Bee asked.

Ladybug rolled her eyes at Chat but smiled along with him.  Bee was snarking at them.  That was a good sign.  “We’re close. Don’t wait on us.  We’d hate to hold you guys back.”

“We’re good enough to pick up your slack.” Bee quipped, the accompanying hair flip evident in her tone.

“Right behind you on 3.” Rena paused before counting down.  “3, 2, 1, and go.”

Chat shook his head and took a deep breath. It would be fine.  They would get the job done.  Alya and Chloe might fight like sisters but they defended each other like sisters too.  They would have each other’s backs and together they were a force to be reckoned with. His anxiety would lessen significantly if he could just see what was happening.  It was the being in the dark that made it all so much worse.

Chat and Ladybug made their way toward Carapace’s tracker in a tense silence, hands flinching towards their coms every time a grunt or groan or squawk came over the coms.  Their footsteps hesitated when they heard Chloe whisper venom.  Ladybug glanced back to him.  They both took another deep breath and nodded to each other. Things were about to happen and they needed to be prepared.  They were close to Carapace’s tracker already but moved with more urgency to close the gap.

“We’re here.” Ladybug reported over the coms.

“Working on it.” Bee grunted.

“Behind you!” Rena screamed.  They heard some more grunting and the second tracker appear on the yoyo and baton screens.

“We got her, Rena.  Go help Bee.” Ladybug ordered.  “Ready, Chat?”  She braced herself and settled into a battle ready position when Chat nodded at her and moved closer to the spot on his screen.

“Black hole,” he whispered.  Speaking at full voice seemed irreverent in the quiet darkness of the sewer.  He took a deep breath and took a running start.  He planted his baton, extending it as he rose in the air.  The highest point of the arc hit exactly where the tracker marked.  He touched the ceiling as he sailed by, allowing his magic to create a large hole that went through to the street above.  He landed with a roll.  He pivoted as soon as he came to a stop, holding his own battle ready position, ready to pounce the moment he caught sight of Stormy.

He didn’t have to wait.  Before he had even pivoted Stormy was already in sight, falling toward the sewer water.  Chat jumped at her reaching to grab her umbrella before she could start another tornado down there.  In their confined area, a tornado would be too strong and there would be no place to hide.

Stormy pulled her umbrella out of his reach just as he was about to lay his fingers on it.  She held it above her head, giving him an irate look.  “Stupid cat!  Did you think that is all it would take to defeat me?” She sneered.

She jerked back in shock as a yoyo wrapped around the umbrella and yanked it from her hands.  “Yes, yes we did.” Ladybug responded with a self-satisfied smirk as the umbrella landed in her hands.

“NO,” Stormy screeched.  She reached out for the umbrella but fell to the floor instead when Ladybug broke the umbrella and a little purple and black akuma fluttered out of it.

“No more evil doing for you little akuma. Time to de-evilize.” Ladybug twirled her yoyo around in a circle a few times and threw it up to capture the akuma. Ladybug pulled the yoyo back to her and opened it again, allowing the now white butterfly to flutter out harmlessly. “Bye, bye little butterfly.”  She waved peacefully at the butterfly.

While Ladybug was purifying the akuma, Chat ran over to Aurora.  “Hey, Aurora. How are you doing?  Are you okay?” He asked looking at her with concern. Aurora was a good person to begin with and had a fairly good temperament.  She had been taking classes on how to control her temper on top of that, so whatever happened it must have been pretty bad.

Aurora looked around in a daze and held her head for a few seconds before she could respond.  “Chat Noir?” She examined his face for a few moments to confirm it was him. She looked around until she saw Ladybug releasing the purified akuma.  Her shoulders slumped and her face fell.  “Oh no,” she whispered to the ground.  “I did it again didn’t I?” She looked up at Chat with pained eyes.  Chat gave her a sympathetic smile and rubbed her back.  “How bad this time?” she looked back to the ground again trying to brace for the answer.

“I’m not sure.  It was a few tornadoes but it could have been a lot worse.” He gave her a side hug when he saw some tears fall down her cheeks.  

“We got the amok tied up, Ladybug.” Rena reported. “And you might want to hurry and find the item, Bee got hit this time and worse than I did.”

Chat looked up at Ladybug.  She looked at him questioningly.  He looked over Aurora, trying to find anything that stood out. When he didn’t see anything, he looked through her bag.  His eyes lit up when he saw what he was looking for.  He grabbed the kite and threw it over to Ladybug.

Ladybug looked at Chat questioningly.  He nodded to her letting her know he would handle Aurora for now and meet her up top.  She made a motion with the kite, letting him know she would purify it topside, so Aurora didn’t have to see it.

Once Chat nodded in silent understanding, Ladybug nodded back and spoke into the coms. “Got it.  We’ll be right there.”

Chat leaned in closer to Aurora and lowered his voice conspiratorially, “Personally, I think you might have been holding back. We both know you could have done far, far worse but you didn’t.  That takes a lot of strength.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes.  “You really think so?”  Hope permeated her voice and expression.

Chat smiled at her.  “Yeah, I do.  I think you were trying to give us a clue about where the amok was as well.”  She looked up at him with wide eyes.  

“There was an amok too, huh?”  She gave him a weak, guilt laden smile.  “Guess I should have expected that by now.”  

“Yeah, but we took care of it.  Now, ready to get back topside?”  She gave him a weak smile and nodded.  “Okay, hold on.”  He grabbed her into a princess hold and jumped through the hole, using his baton to give him more height.

As soon as they landed, they heard Ladybug call out “Miraculous Ladybug.”  He let out a relieved breath and turned back to Aurora who was watching the miraculous ladybugs swarming throughout the city fixing all the damage with an apologetic look.

Rena joined them with a sympathetic smile for Aurora.  “Hey, Aurora. Sorry this happened to you.  You are a good person.  We know you would never have wanted this.  You didn’t deserve this.  You are a victim too.”  She gave Aurora a hug.

Aurora pulled back and looked at both of them with a smile that was a little stronger than the last one.  “Thank you and thank you for saving me.”

Rena gave her a smile.  The rest of the team came up behind Rena, all smiling at Aurora, except Bee who leaned against a recently returned car and examined her nails. “We done here or what?”

Ladybug scowled at her and turned back to Aurora. “Do you need a ride to your next destination?”

Aurora shook her head.  “No, I’ll walk.  Thank you though.  I think I need the space to process.”

The team smiled at her and nodded in understanding. Aurora waved to them and walked toward her office.

Chat looked at Ladybug with a grin on his face.  “Hey m’lady, ask me how I think we did today.”

Ladybug groaned.  She knew that look.  That was never a good look.  She knew she was going to regret it but she couldn’t deny him this simple pleasure, something to bring his mood back up.  “Okay Chat, how do you think we did today?”

His grin grew even wider and his eyes lit up with excitement that she was willing to play along.  “I was blown away by our performance.”  He started laughing at his own joke.  Ladybug groaned even louder and hid her face in her hands, but Bee smacked him upside the head hard enough for his head to jerk forward making him laugh even harder.

“Thank you!” Rena groaned.

“What are you guys doing now?”  Ladybug asked suddenly nervous.

“Meeting at the hotel?” Bee shrugged.

“Meeting at the office in… crap 12 minutes.” Chat groaned.  “I need to go.”

“Homework,” Rena and Carapace said at the same time.

“Okay, are you guys free tonight to talk?” Ladybug asked.

They looked at each other uneasily.  “About what?” Rena asked suspiciously.  

Ladybug grimaced and clasped her hands together, swinging them in front of her a few times.  “I have to go, LB.  Spit it out.” Chat urged her.

“Red Hood found me today.  Me, me.”  They turned suddenly serious, all straightening their stances.  

“How bad is it?” Carapace asked.

“Not bad, I don’t think.  We can discuss it tonight when you have more time.  I don’t think the rest of the family knows, just him. But we have things to discuss.” Ladybug confirmed.

“I need to leave now or I won’t be able to get out tonight.  See you guys at 9.”  Chat called over his shoulder as he vaulted away.

“You heard the cat, we’ll talk at 9.” Carapace declared.  “See you then.”  He and Rena jumped away together.

Bee looked at her and shook her head. “Unbe-fucking-lievable.  Only you.”

Ladybug sighed and gave her a guilty look, “Sorry.”

“Sorry my exquisite ass.  Knowing you this is going to be exactly what we need and it will be over in a few months like some kind of cosmic Lucky Charm and all because you got one of the most eligible bachelors in the world tottering after you like a lovesick puppy.”  Ladybug’s jaw dropped as she watched Bee jump away.

“He is not tottering after me!  But you are right, it is exquisite.”  Ladybug yelled after her.  

Bee turned her head to yell over her shoulder. “Of course I’m right… about both parts. Now go give him a kiss and ask him if he has any hot, rich, kinky friends for me.”

Chapter 9

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[basket-of-fruits]

season 3 episode 5 reaction!

oh i’m so glad ayame has someone who loves him no matter what

oh man, hatori want a normal life and is like ‘yeah lets go on vacation’ and then remembers his predicament and is like nope nvm

lol yuki can’t catch a break, always getting interrupted,

just from the beginning of this episode you can kinda feel that things are coming to a head with all the looking out the window scenes lol

it does seem a little quick that yuki wants to tell machi about the curse, i know in the manga that happens a little later i think which would make more sense.  i kinda wonder if the scene with ayame is like setting up yuki’s confession like having him know that this person will always stay by his side even with the curse and that’s like foreshadowing his relationship with machi (even though he never ends up getting to tell her)

dude shigure and kureno scenes are so funny to me like they are so bitchy lol

MOMIJI

he’s all grown up wahhh. im glad he still has his little bunny backpack though

yuki and haru could do anything and im like alskdjaklj. they are just outside of school chillin and my heart is melting lol

ooooh they are keeping tohru in the dark about rin. it would just make her crumble to know that what happened to rin is what is ultimately waiting for kyo

omg tohru getting so excited over an ice cream cake lmao, me

awww kisa just trying to say hello to kyo, too cute. and hiro is still a little shit but in a less childish bratty way lol

hatori and shigure scenes are so funny, they are like brothers

shigure is so interesting, he says he doesn’t want to be her father who kind of reinfornced this god complex on her saying that everyone would love her and she would never be alone, which was meant to be a nice thing that got twisted along the way from her mother, but shigure doesn’t want that for her which sounds mean but its because he doesn’t like her god complex, he just wants her to be her

i fucking love haru, he’s like lets burn this fucking table so we can barbeque lmao

i like how momiji and haru are the hazard boys and hiro and yuki are the sensible ones

oh man that look from kyo. i always love that even though momiji has feelings for tohru, he has always tried to push kyo and tohru together, even since season one when kyo and tohru were just friends

i think like shigure wants to be good in a way but he’s selfish and wants what he wants, but i also think with him saying that time and people and emotions move on, he wants akito to get past the god complex she has

oooooh momiji’s curse has broken! its so interesting how strong the bond actually is to the god. last episode haru, even though akito did inexplicable things to rin, almost went back to akito after storming out and now momiji is like how could this small, weak, pitiful person have such control over me. and it sucks for akito because if the bond was actually was what it was supposed to be then people would want to stay even if the curse was broken, but she used fear and manipulation to hold onto them so now once it breaks, they want nothing to do with her.

oh man he just closes the blinds right on her wow

i love how yuki and haru go to each other whenever something feels off or something is going on, its too cute

i love how they play cowbells whenever haru has his little space cadet moments lmao

oh no, tohru knows something is up with kyo

oh boy, momiji is so selfless. and kyo doesn’t want to admit to himself that he is so important to tohru because he knows what is waiting for him

ugh momiji, he makes me so sad. everyone loves momiji, he can’t really think that even though they don’t have the bond anymore that they wouldn’t still be a part of his life. but he is still so optimistic and hopeful that the future will be happy for him even though he’s been through so much pain and god i just love momiji

that was quite a ride! a lot of things going on for sure! see you for the next one!

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #spoilers #fruits basket the final season #momiji sohma #ayame sohma #yuki sohma #shigure sohma #akito sohma #haru sohma #hatsuharu sohma #kisa sohma #hiro sohma #kyo sohma

[godlivesonthemoon-archived]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme

fill out & repost ♥  This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK (I don’t see lot of content with him so he’s not so popular I guess? :( )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK (apparently it’s a debate but I personally find him HOT)

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO (first one to introduce observation haki so heck)

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

How strictly do you follow canon?

I’m trying my best to follow his canon character and the way he reasons, but I have to somehow make sure to be able to interact in several verses as well, which could end up turning him as a more canon-divergent character sometimes. We don’t know much about Enel, especially his past, it’s a vast playground which has never really been explored, so it gives me liberties regarding his interpretation and my own headcanons. I do believe I try to portray him in the most canon way possible, but I’m not Oda, and I didn’t create his set of mind in the first place! That’s just me trying!

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.

Enel is an asteroid suddenly entering your world, highly different from the casual villain you could encounter, with a set of mind different from what you have ever seen before! Egocentric prick full of himself and able to harm your muse either with in verbal joust or physically? For sure! You want to have debate about your muse’s most profound beliefs and challenge their abilities to think and manipulate someone else? He’s always up to have a conversation and will provide you so many topics to debate that you could stay here for years without even being done. Enel is the impredictable character you need to have spice in your life. He drifts between a terribly strong God Complex and a very human persona, leading you to various interactions where I dare you not to feel anything. Because that’s it’s his best capacity : ENEL WILL MAKE YOU FEEL SOMETHING, and either you will love it, or hate it, but you can’t remain neutral when he’s around.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).

Even if you believe he could be nice and understanding towards your muse’s sorrows, Enel remains a villain and probably one of the most unpredictable. He’s not here to be kind, not here to waste his time either. He’s more often harsh and insulting than really patient and open-minded. Could he really love your muse one day? That’s a harsh question, and he will probably disappoint them if you expect something more casual around him. Enel loves to destroy his environment, challenge his RP partners (all of them, not necessarily on a romantic ship), and your muse could walk out of his garden, thinking that they waste their time with someone like him.

What inspired you to rp your muse?

I JUST LOVE ENEL SO MUCH.

I have always been hooked by complicated characters in the first place, and when I started RP with my OC when I came here, I was already interested in having another canon character. I wanted to roleplay with him, and no one else. Enel is such... a forgotten character? We forget about his haki, we forget about his set of mind, we forget about his combat skills (DAMN he masters martial arts so WELL), we forget about his impressive logia fruit... Enel is a smart man, cruel and impetuous, but his philosophy is so interesting to develop, I’m just a weak girl for this boy.

What keeps your inspiration going?

Definitely the numerous roleplay I have, and the awesome friendships I developed with awesome muns!! I have received so nice comments regarding my portrayal that it’s a real pleasure to keep musing with him. Really, guys, thanks a lot for everything!!

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you do your character justice? YES / NO (doing my best)

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO

Do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO (I’m tough for sure but I’m also a bby)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

Only if it’s constructive and genuine in the first place! I totally get that people might find my portrayal divergent regarding his canon character, but argumenting is always important, and it’s still a game... I wouldn’t actively criticize someone in the first place because I don’t agree with the way they portray their muse ; everyone should be able to bring more diversity in the RP world and have fun in the way they want to play, as long as they’re having fun! So yes, and no, it really depends and I guess criticism comes with trust between two mutuals.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?

I’m a sucker for these questions! I’m often surprised by a lot of them, and it allows me to explore topics I didn’t think about!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

Like the criticism part, it depends on the way that person is talking to me! We can all have different opinions regarding characters, it must remain genuine. Sure we can have two points of view, that’s even amazing! But it doesn’t mean I will change my headcanon, because this is the way I like to see my muse :) People needs to respect my own creativity, as I respect theirs when it comes to their muses, it’s simple.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

I just block and don’t care anymore. We can’t all get along for sure, and I’m too old to actually change the way I want to portray my muse, and also... too experimented on the RP world to turn it into something toxic again. You don’t like it? That’s alright, let’s just live our lives in peace, there’s no point in continuing interacting and seeing each others. Nothing personal! Just having some peace :)

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

You can hate Enel, it’s absolutely normal to find him arrogant and despicable, but people need to draw the line between ENEL’s actions and ME as a mun. I’m not him, I’m writing how he WOULD react to something, so I don’t want to suffer from people’s hate towards me, or disappointment I guess if the RP relationship doesn’t go the way they want/hope? I have an EXTREME tendency to really separate my RP passion and my real life thanks to former experiences, which means I’m definitely able to play with my muse with a completely detached set of mind (it’s actually the only way for me to play villains XD). I’m perhaps not the best partner to interact with if RP gets under your nerves too much, or if you take things too... personally. Because actually, I have no more patience for this...

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

I don’t mind, because english isn’t my first language in the first place! I’m always trying to write readable contents, and even if I have a good level in english, mistakes happen so... I really don’t mind if someone corrects me!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

I’m easy-going, an extrovert for sure, it’s easy to actually reach me, and it’s easy to talk to me. I won’t pretend though that I don’t have my flaws! Sometimes I’m not in the mood to talk on discord or here, and I have the terrible need to withdraw into myself after a long day at work. Though, I love interacting with people, musing, talking about everything!! I’m always up to share a chat! :)

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

➸  Tagged by : @seraphiixa​ (thank you ma’am!)

➸ Tagging: @chillin-at-partys-bar​ @kingofdesert​ @godsnaturalenemy​ @mightyxsprout​ and whoever is interested!

#⚡️god always wins the game | meme #⚡️deeper in the verse of spirituality | character study #⚡️the woman behind god | ooc #; thanks for the tag! that was a long introspection :P

[koiyyo]

a request thing and then a question for all of you! request: how would all the classes celebrate april fool’s day? whether it be pranks or just chillin | and the ask: how’re you holding up during quarantine? have you picked up on any new hobbies?

hey!! mod kiwi here!! thanks for the ask, anon! ^^

here we go! all of the classes celebrating april fools!

written by mod kiwi, mod irusu, mod corn

edited by mod irusu

starting off with dr1! (plus komaru!)

makoto

tells everyone that he was going to get everyone gifts for april fools’ but he forgot to buy them

actually did buy gifts

 “see?? the prank is that.. i said that i forgot to get you guys gifts… but i actually remembered..!!! ahahaha!!”’

just… wholesome pranks only

either cries or is just really confused when anyone pranks him 

no inbetween

kyoko

doesn’t do pranks or anything

knows when people are trying to prank her

points out that she knows the person is trying to prank her

except if that person is makoto

she acts like she doesn’t know what makoto is doing and then acts surprised

byakuya

“april fools? isn’t that for children?”

gets really pissed when people prank him

slightly more or less pissed when makoto pranks him

but is… kind of grateful when makoto reveals what his prank was

VERY pissed when toko/jill pranks him

just. pissed in general

sayaka

 enjoys pranking people

 “here’s some lemonade! :)” “HA, IT’S ACTUALLY PEE!!! BAHAHAHA!!!”

 it isn’t actually piss. it’s watered down pineapple juice or some shit like that

“..can i have it back though”

thinks it’s funny when people prank her, most of the time

“leon please leave me alon e”

junko

 fucking LOVES pranks

 makes sure to prank everyone at least twice

 her pranks are very complex. she plans them months beforehand

tries to get mukuro to help her with her pranks

usually fails

loses her shit when people prank her

go crazy aaa go stupid aaa

mukuro

 doesn’t really understand pranks

 her pranks are just. pointing a gun at someone and pretending like she’s about to shoot them

scared makoto to death with one of her ‘pranks’

is just confused when people prank her

junko convinced her to dress up like her,, multiple ‘pranks’ ensued

chihiro

 doesn’t really try to prank people that often

 when he does prank people… wow are they complex pranks

his pranks are fun and harmless!

usually knows when people are trying to prank him

mondo

 thinks pranks are great

usually fails when trying to prank someone

just trying his best

either laughs or gets angry when someone pranks him

it really depends on the person

taka

his pranks aren’t even pranks tbh

usually upset when people prank him.. usually

“that’s a violation of the rules..!!”

but when they tell him it’s a prank he calms down

toko

doesn’t really get the point of april fools

whenever someone pranks her she starts ranting about how everyone thinks she’s disgusting so that’s why they’re pranking her

at some point she tried to use a mistletoe on byakuya despite it being april fools

her pranks are usually harmless but everyone fears she has a greater plan in mind..

most adventurous prank she did was switch komaru’s manga with actual books

jill

toko sneezes from a pepper-related prank and jill goes absolutely batshit crazy

then she realizes what day it is

oh no

her “pranks” involve holding a hostage until byakuya looks at her

hiro

people hide his weed as a “prank”

results in him crying so they just,, tell him where it is

“30% chance that you’re gonna die today.. a ha ha?”

isn’t sober enough to think of good pranks 

antagonizes gullible people

hina

thinks throwing food at people is a prank

gets pouty when she’s pranked

whines to sakura about it

when she gets pranked its just,, high pitched screaming

does not matter what it is

sakura

lets hina on her shoulders

they put a white sheet on,, and pretend to be a ghost

doesn’t fool anyone

except for dummies like hiro, prompts an exorcism

most “pranks” go over her head, she just maintains a stoic expression

celeste

set things on fire as a prank

until firefighters were called

keeps a stoic face like sakura when she’s pranked

will give a condescending laugh

hifumi

his ‘pranks’ consist of hiding hentai around

no one enjoys this. NO ONE. except tsumugi?

just. shocked when people prank him

will push up his glasses and pretend like he knew it was a prank

he didn’t. smh my head these hoes ain’t loyal

leon

“sayaka get pranked pleas e marry me”

that’s all you’re getting

“bro i’m so ugly.. just kidding april fools (:”

will fist fight those who prank him

,,well,,, try to

falls for every. prank.

EVERY. PRANK.

komaru

is usually the hostage that jill holds

just vibing

helps makoto and toko with their pranks

will always pretend to be scared / shocked

“omg.. you got me.. wahh”

dr2!!

hajime

 what the hell is a prank

his response is always old man grumbling

“DAMN kids.. damn april..”

just vibes with chiaki the whole day

almost strangled nagito for a prank doe

bless this man

nagito

doesn’t prank people because “me? pranking the ultimates? nooo, trash like me could never do such a thing..”

…does prank hajime sometimes, though

LOVES when he’s pranked, no matter what the prank is

“for an ultimate to put time and effort into playing a prank on trash like me… how wonderful!”

just does nagito things

chiaki

doesn’t prank people all that much

when someone pranks her she blinks before laughing awkwardly

she never gets mad because she’s nice like that

the only “prank” she’s done was BRUTAL..

she stole hajime’s switch and made rosie leave his acnh town

ibuki

FUCKING LOVES PRANKS

pranks all day. pranks every second. you’re never safe around her on april fools’

plots with junko

the type to put paint up on open doors and cause them to fall on people

constant screaming, in fear or to cause fear

mikan

 “h-huh? you.. pranked me..??”

very confused, 24/7

doesn’t prank people. barely understands what pranks are

gets pranked by ibuki every 2 seconds. bless her soul

usually the one to help everyone clean up the aftermaths of pranks

mahiru

 she never pranks anyone

usually against pranks

when someone gets pranked she immediately scolds whoever did it

she helped with a single prank and immediately apologized for it

peko

 what the hell is a prank x2

over protective of fuyuhiko

people have to tell her it’s a prank so she calms down

someone told her fuyuhiko died as a prank, she sobbed despite seeing him in front of her

“someone” was hiyoko

akane

 only does food related pranks

usually ends up eating the food before she can prank you with it

enjoys hina’s pranks cause it involves food

just trying to vibe and cromch

fuyuhiko 

 “god i fuCKING HATE APRIL FOOLS’”

,,,fucking hates pranks

tries his best to protect peko

she tends to get pranked a fair bit anyway

sonia

 “aha! i have pranked you! get.. pranked!”

you can usually tell when she’s trying to prank you

very supportive of pranks

“that was very funny! good job!”

kazuichi

 really gay pranks

“b-bro it was just a prank bro i’m not gay bro i swear bro it was for the prank bro,, bro,, bro i–”

tries to get people to spy on sonia with him to “prank her”

no one agrees to join him

teruteru

 makes bad food as ‘pranks’

tries to get the girls to wear lewd things, as a ‘prank’

heavy quotation marks on prank

just a horny dude as per usual

imposter

 scoffs anytime someone tries to prank them

thinks pranking is child’s play

finds it funny when others get pranked doe

hiyoko

 this is HER day to shine,, no one else

no one will escape her wrath

constantly lets bugs loose

has spent everyday planning, has customized plans for nearly everyone,,,

kicks people in the groin if they prank her, male or not

gundham

 tried to put a spell on himself so people legally can’t prank him

it failed, had a pie thrown in his face

the four dark devas of destruction licked his face clean,,

is extra cautious so his furry children don’t get caught in prank crossfire

kokichi once took one of the dark devas as a prank…

gundham has NEVER forgiven him and probably never will

nekomaru

will yell at any prank in fear

locked someone in the bathroom as a prank

let them out cause he had to use it,,

isn’t good at pranks pray for him 

dr v3!

shuichi

 doesn’t get pranked a lot because he just starts crying

almost had a heart attack one year

doesn’t understand how kaede can have so much fun

his only ‘pranks’ are him accidentally scaring people at 9 pm when he is scavenging the kitchen for grated cheese,,

targeted by kokichi and kaede majority of the time

maki

 will literally stab anyone who tries to prank her

except maybe kaede and kaito

bc they’re babies

one time kokichi hid all her weapons as a prank

she beat him to death

himiko

her ‘pranks’ are just magic tricks

will hex you if you say her magic pranks aren’t real

sleeps most of the day so no one really pranks her

also the fact that tenko is her bodyguard scares people away

“i have to much mana fear doesn’t effect me”

kaede

avid prankster

really wholesome doe, nothing to extreme

her jumping around a corner and yelling boo is considered a prank

attempts to play bdum tsh with piano keys

tries to act like she doesn’t scared,,, she really does

rantaro

really chill the entire day

not a lot of the pranks get him so he just awkwardly laughs

kokichi put a bucket on his head as a prank

kept it on the whole day. learned echolocation.

doesn’t really like pranking, too lazy

kirumi

scolds people for pranking

especially kokichi

isn’t one to prank really

thought adding extra vanilla to a cake was a ‘prank’

anytime she gets scared she beats the person with a broom

ryoma

people don’t prank him

they just can’t see him. too short.

 stoic the whole day

judgemental glares to everyone the whole day

vibing

korekiyo

who let the cryptid learn about april fools

will constantly harass angie about “atua doesn’t exist,, jk april fools”

throws shedded snake skin at people?? and occult books?? as a prank

“who wants to summon satan.. but only as a prank”

pretends to be people’s sleep paralysis monster 

(doesn’t need to pretend for me -irusu)

angie 

has beaten korekiyo with a bible multiple times

thinks pranking people won’t make atua happy

anytime she’s scared she yells “atua is displeased”

tenko

beats up all the boys as a ‘prank’

will literally DESTROY anyone who pranks himiko

it doesn’t matter how harmless the prank is

really nice and forgiving to the girls

no mercy. will beat up the babiest of baby boyes. even makoto :(

makoto is terrified of tenko on april fools’ for this reason

miu

horny time horny time horny time horny ti

only plays pranks that are sexual in some way

TERRIFIED when people prank her

it doesn’t matter what the prank is

angry at them afterwards

tries to get kaede to play the pornhub intro theme on a piano

gonta 

 doesn’t get pranks

will still get spooked

didn’t even know hiyoko was pranking him because he cherished the bugs,,,

“wow..! gonta thanks hiyoko for these bugs! happy day!”

is to nice/confused to prank anybody

just doing his best

kaito

doesn’t prank people but is very supportive of other people pranking each other

the victim of most pranks because of how nice he is about it

got dared to prank kokichi once

you can guess how it went

kokichi

oh no

OH NO

stay away from him at all costs

rantaro and shuichi tried to be nice since everyone was avoiding him and tried to hang out with him

he gave them meat cupcakes 

nobody ever pranks him because he holds grudges and will give you payback

his pranks are always wildcards. from dumping flour on maki to a whole entire elaborate prank just to make fun of kiibo being a robot, you never know

kiibo 

“wait, what?” 

gets targeted by kokichi

has no clue what a prank is

tries his best

has to get the prank explained to him when he gets pranked then he thinks it’s funny

tsumugi

 treats hifumi putting hentai everywhere as an easter egg hunt

“pranks” people by putting on anime on their tv then leaving

thinks people pranking her is funny and laughs every time

mostly condescending laughs

as for your question.. well, we’re all doing pretty good i think! (hopefully)

personally i’m not that affected bc,, i usually never leave the house often anyway,,, i’m not lonely bc i have you guys and all the other mods… love yall! i haven’t really gotten into new hobbies but i might get back into watercolor painting if i have the time (which i probably do)! -mod kiwi

my schedule hasn’t changed because i don’t have a life so.. but i’ve been playing animal jam! for some reason! :) also got into your turn to die. if corn can spread her anime propaganda i can spread mine  - mod irusu                        bro. u are my life ;flsuhed: -mod kiwi                                                               BRO - mod irusu

still an avid gremlin. my only hobbies rn are rewatching jojo and haikyuu, crying over it, and harassing the other mods with my stupidity. (narancia best boy watch jjba 2020) -mod corn

 mod cass is busy getting a virus for a butterfly game she played when she was like 10. let’s assume she’s like the rest of us - mod irusu

mod chie is fucking dead but,,, as far as i know he’s doing good :)) being horny rabid man as usual :)) he’s always asleep when we make posts bc he has a relatively normal sleep schedule

 -mod kiwi

update on cass: shes opening wine files now help

no i havent ivee been hungrye - mod dragon

?? no clue what that means either but best im gonna get from her - mod irusu

thanks for reading!

-mod kiwi

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #april fools #mod kiwi #mod irusu #mod corn

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 3x10 The New Neverland

Yay! A nice Snowing centric!  

Back to Storybrooke!

Weeee! Nothing to see here. Just a flying pirate ship.

Aww. Granny and Grumpy hugging Henry!

So many hugs!

Snow and Ariel reunited!

Oh snap! I forgot that wasn’t the real Henry!

Aw, Wendy reunited with her bros! I wonder if they stayed in Storybrooke as they’re originally from the Land Without Magic. Her little brothers are now physically older than her! That must be weird!

Oh they are going home. But is there home still there’s? They parents must unfortunately be dead by now.

Oh man, poor Henry trapped in that box all alone. If I was him I’d have thought I was trapped forever but he probably had enough faith to believe otherwise. It’s so lucky they released him. They were so close to just inadvertently abandoning him forever. I wonder what it’s like in that box. Is it like a genie lamp or bigger?

I wish Hook and Bae would stop fighting over Emma’s affections. Just let her choose if she wants to be with any of them.  

Regina: “Give Tink her wings back.” The Blue Fairy: “In case you forgot, I don’t take orders from you.” Blue isn’t playing no games wid you, girl!

Blue is stone cold, man.

Snowing are being such cuties on their honeymoon. Look at them!

Nice try Snow! Charming ain’t no fool!

But what if Medusa’s just chillin?

Wait, why was that picture of Snow and Charming agreeing to go find Medusa just before the picture of Hansel and Gretel in the book? Hansel and Gretel retrieve the apple used for Snow’s sleeping curse in that story, which is of course before their honeymoon. Unless the stories in the book are not in order? Or it’s another Hansel and Gretel story?

How does Pan know about Regina’s vault? He seems to somehow know a lot about their histories. He must have spies everywhere or maybe he possesses some kind of clairvoyance, maybe even precognition. Or maybe he just read about it in the book.

Woah! Uh oh! He can just summon the shadow?! They didn’t count on that!

Well at least they’re not killing Medusa but  still! Girl’s just chillin.

Snow not being able to put Regina out of her mind reminds me so much of Harry’s obsession with Draco in the Half-Blood Prince! I love how complex Snow and Regina’s relationship is. But of course I don’t blame her for not being able to put her out of her mind after a threat like that.

I love Charming’s blue outfit! It’s one of my favourite outfits!

What’s for din dins Snowing? David looks like he’s got some kinda pasta.

Oh! It’s Lasagna! Storybrooke’s citizens really love there Lasagna, huh?

Yay! David’s gonna be okay! Thanks Mr. Gold for saving my boy!

“Oh, if life were made of moments, Even now and then a bad one! But if life were only moments, Then you’d never know you had one” David’s an into the woods fan! Me too David, me too! I can definitely see David being into musical theatre. And we all know Zelena saw Wicked several times in New York! They both force the Charming-Mills family to see a musical once a month. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Emma, “I don’t know, keeping me away from Hook.” David, “You think I’m interested in Hook? Emma, I’m a married man.” Mlm David confirmed! And we all know Hook’s interested in you, David. I saw that flirting in Neverland! Look I like to delve into the wonderous world of Captain Charming every now and again, especially with Wish Hook. Snowing are forever my otp though!  

Tink and Hook definitely had a thing in Neverland.

Ow! Poor Blue! That must have hurt!

‘Henry’ so evil. I love it! I needed more Pan!Henry or just evil Henry!

Look down! Don’t look Medusa in the eye!

Oh, snap!

Medusa used to scare the hell outta me! She’s still creeping me out though.

David, close your eyes!!

Noooooooo! Charming!!!

That’s petrifying! (See what I did there?)

I always think that when someone is turned to stone, the best thing you can do is lay them somewhere, because if they’re standing up, they can fall over and crumble! Just a life tip there.

Come on Snow! Freeze that bitch!

Charming! You’re okay!!

Charming: “Now I know what Frederick felt like.” Nice callback!

Can’t ‘Pan’ just step over the town line and regain his magic?

Oh yeah, the gun might stop him from doing that.

Lol. Regina’s just watching ‘Henry’ stare at magical objects evilly. Not suspicious at all!

Regina wanted to believe it was Henry so bad.

The Summer Palace is so beautiful, especially with those flowers.

My Snowing heart!! Forever melting because of these two! I love them so much.  

They’re gonna have a bubby!!

I would have liked to have seen what Pan’s curse would look like. I know he was planning to kill the Charming’s etc. But if he didn’t kill them it could have been fun to see how things would have played out. I guess Pan was desperate for people to control. His lost boys had abandoned him and he needs to be in control at all times.

I really like this episode, more so than I remembered! It balances romance, character development, connecting the past story with the present one (I love it when they parallel Snow and Emma. They are more alike than they know), family, adventure and the threat of danger so well! I loved the Medusa scenes especially. They had me on edge!

#ouat 3x10 #3x10 the new neverland #ouat #once upon a time #snowing #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

In My Mind x 03

*Reuploading because I've edited these to flow a little bit better. Thank you for your patience!

Memories in dreams

are the ones we've built our life on.

---

“How do we find someone without a face, a name, or an idea where they went. It’s been two days she could be anywhere. It’s like chasing a ghost.”

“We don’t.”

You eye him carefully and he clarifies.

“She found you before. If she has something to say, she’ll find you again.”

Erik didn’t seem the type to let something like this hang unattended so why would he move on from this so easily? Maybe there really was nothing else you could do to find her.

“Assuming she was real,” he adds, “We need to consider illogical options since this is an illogical situation.”

You continue to stare at him. He's calm and seems to be handling all the ‘weirdness’ gracefully.

“If you’re okay, I’m okay,” you say and you get a text. It’s from Lia. You have a braiding appointment and your last customer is there waiting. You’d forgotten all about her. “Shit! I gotta go back to the salon. I forgot I had one more client.”

He slips his shoes back on and downs the rest of the water in his glass.

You walk out to the living room leaving him behind and as you open the front door you hear him move fast to the kitchen putting the glass in your kitchen sink and he jets ahead of you pulling you by your hand down the staircase and down to the ground floor where you exit. He doesn’t free your hand once you emerge.

“Uh uh, what you coming with me for?”

He pulls you to his car and closes you in, clicking your seatbelt.

“You gone keep that lady waiting,” he chides stopping your protests. He drops behind the wheel and speeds off shortening the already short trip back to the salon. The second the car goes into park, you leap out unsteadily and he follows as you burst through the salon door.

“I’m late, I’m so sorry. I’ll dock $10 from your total.”

You look up and instantly drop the keys in your hand on the floor.

“It’s you,” you gape and the woman smiles in response to your surprise. You turn to Erik and he’s gone. Everyone else is gone. It’s just you and this mysterious lady with the kind face in the empty shop that’s gone dead silent.

“Nia,” her warm voice echoes and you feel peace and calm radiating from her form in an overwhelming energy that gives you no choice but to settle down. Her eyes are tender and full of kindness. “Nia, I have been sent by your God to guide you. You have been graced with a great gift to assist with your great purpose, and now you must demonstrate your capability.”

God sent? Is she an angel?

You notice her shadow looks nothing like her, it has six arms and large wings.

“Help N'Jadaka. Help him find peace. Do this and then your purpose will be revealed.”

“N'Jadaka? Who... Oh, Erik. But how? What do I do?”

“How’d you know that name?”

You turn around and it’s Erik looking at you with a distrustful expression.. like you’ve lost your mind. When you turn back the woman is gone. You grab his forearms.

“Tell me you saw her.”

He squints and shakes his head.

“I saw you drop your keys and freeze, then you said my name... What she say?”

From the corner of your eye Glenda is staring at you this time blatantly.

“I’m fine, just dropped my keys. Clumsy, you know,” you offer with a matching clumsy shrug and she doesn’t seem to buy it.

“I thought you were going home. What you doing back,” she asks.

The second part of that seems to be aimed at Erik. She doesn’t trust him, it’s clear in her eyes and body language. You look at Lia and she’s shaking her head.

“I already cornrowed your client, remember? You done for the day. Go home. Get some sleep, you definitely need it.” Lia turns her attention to Erik. “Iunno who YOU are and why y'all so close all of a sudden, but make sure she gets some sleep.”

—

“They think I’m fuckin crazy,” you groan from the passenger seat. You’re holding on tightly to your seat as the car moves aggressively. Erik had taken it upon himself to drive while you told him about your encounter with the mysterious woman. He passed your apartment complex giving you more time to talk while he rode around. He didn’t want you to leave a thing out.

“So you supposed to be my psychologist.. Help me find myself and shit,” he mumbles and you’re also not sold. It sounds ridiculous.

“I don’t know, but apparently you NEED peace because you don’t have it. So let’s just work on that.”

The car turns onto a highway and you watch the signs before turning to look at Erik’s face. He’s just chillin on the surface.

“...You’re taking me somewhere aren’t you.”

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“What that sign say?”

You look at the upcoming sign that says EXIT and it has a bunch of fast food and restaurant logos. Thank God, because you could eat right now. He pulls into a restaurant called Bear’s Den. It’s a black owned restaurant, you think. When you enter, a lot of the staff is black and the menu is so country. It’s comforting.

Erik orders lemon pepper chicken with a salad and fruit cup. You order chicken and dumplings with a pineapple casserole, something you’ve never had before. You let Erik try the casserole, but he isn’t feeling it like you are. The two of you eat mostly in comfortable silence with minimal verbal conversation. However, nonverbals are HIGH as you exchange meaningful glances and facial expressions.

He's trying to read you while you're trying to understand him.

He requests the check and rejects your money when you offer to pay for yourself, which is perfectly fine by you. You’ve eaten your fill for free.

“Go to the bathroom before we leave to go back. You drank a lot,” he says and you raise your brow.

“I’m appreciative that you bought me dinner, but that’s a little too personal for you to be worrying about.”

“And my dreams and my life ain’t personal,” he shoots back.

“I didn’t invade your mind on purpose.”

He nods in the direction of the restroom and you roll your eyes. Raising from your seat you walk to the rustic multi-stall restroom and actually empty your bladder. Maybe it was good that you went. When you resurface, he’s not in the restaurant and you walk out to find him in the car. Buckling yourself in, you brace yourself for his crazy driving and somehow, you still aren’t prepared. He's driving so fast for no reason. It's like he's got a pregnant woman in labor in the car rushing her to the emergency room.

On top of that, he's going the wrong way. This is not… the direction of your apartment.

“Where we going now?”

The car moves aggressively and quickly further away from home and he takes his sweet time responding, apparently in no rush.

“Airport.”

Airport.. The AIRPORT?!

“The fuck? You leaving so soon?” He couldn’t leave! You still hadn’t figured anything out.

“You’re coming with me.”

“The hell I am!”

“LOOK. You gone HELP me or NOT?” His volume is rising. He’s serious... He's serious and he knows as well as you do that the both of you need to figure this thing out.

“Ugh.. How long? If we're gonna do this, I need to cancel my appointments,” you sigh taking out your phone.

“Indefinitely, for now.”

“FUCK.. this..,” you lay down your phone before picking it back up, angrily tapping at your phone screen. How selfish of him to expect you to uproot your life, possibly lose your client base, and follow him to tend to HIS mental health issues. You said you would help him, but you meant on your terms, not his. “You do understand that I have bills, shop fees, clients, and in short.. a life outside of this.. Do you not care?”

His shoulders roll and he takes the exit to the airport.

“I got you.. Don’t worry about it.”

He’s so cryptic. 'Don’t worry about it,’ right.. You go through your Styleseat and cancel everything, silently fuming. He’d better 'have you’ or there’ll be hell to pay. Trained killer be damned.

—

“So you’re just gonna leave your car?”

“...It was a rental,” he chuckles.

“When did you buy me a plane ticket?”

He ignores you, but this ticket says you’re going to Oakland, California. You’d never been to the west coast, but now you’re placing his accent.

He drags you past security and you have no luggage, but they wand you briefly. You have to take your shoes off too. Then you board and he gives you the window seat, which you’re grateful for.

The fluffy cotton clouds are so full, they look like you could jump onto them, wrap yourself up and sleep. But the sky is darkening rapidly so the sights are getting increasingly tougher to see, clouds included.

“While you’re playing shrink with my PTSD, I want to test this ability of yours some more.”

That doesn’t sound promising. You face him and that familiar feeling of trouble washes over you. He definitely plans on using you for personal gain, IF he can get a handle on how your newfound ability works. It’s disheartening, but you hold the cards.

“Erik, I told you everything I knew about our situation. This isn’t something you can manipulate to work how you want.”

His small dark eyes narrow and shoot darts through yours. You don’t waver. You can see his complicated mind scheming behind those eyes, but then they soften.

“Lotta people sleep on this plane... Try to get in someone’s head. If you can’t, it’s okay but just try.”

He’s not going to leave you alone about this. You close your eyes and draw a deep breath in, releasing a long breath through your nose. You relax yourself in your seat and rest your head against the window. You push all thoughts away, trying to make things as silent as possible and then you focus. You’re searching for a vibration, a visual, a feeling. Everything goes black and then it suspends.

Black...

Black...

Black...

A sunny field abundant with white lillies.

“Nia, wake up we here.”

Your head snaps up and you open your eyes willing them to focus. You watch Erik put away earbuds and pocket his phone. People are standing in the aisle with luggage waiting to exit and you jump up.

“Erik, you didn’t sleep did you?”

“Nah, but you did for three and a half hours.”

Your eyes search for who it could’ve been, but there’s no way to tell. No one’s wearing lilly printed clothing afterall. But then an elderly white man stands in the row behind you and Erik and it looks like he could’ve been sleep just now.

“I saw something,” you tap Erik as it’s your turn to exit the plane, and he follows your eyes to the old man. Awe lights his face but then a dark glee darkens it. He pulls you behind him by your wrist into the gate where people sit waiting to board their own flight and you wait behind him until the old man appears.

“Ask him what he dreamed about,” he whispers hurriedly in your ear.

“You ask him!”

“If I ask him he gone see nigga and have a heart attack. You ask him.”

Rolling your eyes, you fix a faux sweet look on your face and jog lightly up to the old man who's passed you both at this point, gently grabbing his attention.

“Excuse me sir, this is an odd question, I know, but.. did you happen to dream of a sunny field of white lillies?”

Your eyes plead your silent apology and his dull eyes look baffled. He shakes his head subtly and doesn’t respond, but his surprise tells you that’s exactly what he dreamed of. His thick pink finger points at you.

“How did you know? Are you a magician?”

She shake your head and walk away rejoining Erik. Grabbing his arm, you lead him past the old man who is still staring at you in confusion.

“He dreamt of lillies. I saw it. It was him,” you whisper. The corner of Erik’s mouth lifts and his eyes shine, but he says nothing else. “I know what you’re planning,” you whisper still clutching his arm because he hasn’t pushed you off.

“Do you,” he toys.

“I don’t know the specifics, but I can tell you I’m not helping you profit off of me.”

“What if I just want you to profit? You don’t like money?”

“This is a gift from God. I won’t abuse it. You’re gonna heal and find peace and then I’m a figure out some deeper purpose. That's our plan. Stick to the plan.. N'Jadaka.”

The name earns a light humored jolt out of him. He likes that name.

“Is that a chosen or a given name?”

“Given.”

You watch his face for more information knowing he can feel your stare, but putting two and two together you think it goes back to his parents.

“I’ll tell you more when we get to my place... You’ll probably see it all anyway.”

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#erik killmonger #original #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #in my mind

[mikkock]

HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu 

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’ 

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you’re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers. 

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously 

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental 

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends” 

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

#people probably excuse his naughty behaviour bc of his looks and that's the fact

[pouzzzy]

[Spoilers about Epilogue]

I love John to death and all that, but tbh, I think we should have played as Sadie for the epilogue. I know John makes sense from the angle of, Arthur sacrificed himself so he and his family could have a better life, but we already sort of get to see that in the first game. So, at least for me, by the time the epilogue hits, it just feels gratuitous and for the sake of pleasing the fans, especially since we already know what’s going to happen to all of them.

For some reason, Sadie just felt more like a protagonist than John by the end of RDR2. She goes with Arthur to save Abigail and tears the joint up. She brings Abigail to the safe spot on her massive golden horse. Years later, she’s a badass bounty hunter, and we get so many shots and scenes of her monologuing and just...idk, acting and looking like a classic hero in a western. It would have just made more sense IMO for us to play as Sadie. There’s meaning behind it too, with the angle being, Here’s this woman who’s been through hell, but instead of retreating into the archetypal role of the waifish widow, she hardens her heart and becomes one of the most dangerous members of the gang. Then she loses the second most beloved man in her life, and is forced to do nothing else but endure. Sure, it’s depressing as shit, especially when considering how often she blankly states that she wants to die, but to me, that makes for a better, more engaging narrative for the end of this game in particular, on a number of levels.

For one thing, she’s a bounty hunter and does all kinds of dangerous odd jobs for a living. It makes sense for her to go and do all the stuff the game has to offer. It makes less sense with John, who’s trying to do right by his family. And I get that he’s still sort of unwilling to settle entirely and is always talking about how he’s a “man” and “has” to do dangerous work to get by, but it’s implied that by the time the Pinkertons find him, he’s pretty much just chillin’ as a rancher and family man - still hunting and shit, sure, but not going after gigantic legendary animals. But it makes sense for Sadie, who just doesn’t give a shit and has nothing to lose (kind of similar to Jack at the end of RDR, no?).

And for another thing, I mean, Rockstar hasn’t had a female protagonist yet. Here’s Sadie, who would be a perfect protagonist to fill that bill, and it wouldn’t feel like they were shoehorning her in for diversity’s sake. The game does a great job of not diminishing her character by constantly throwing around that “oh she’s a woman in a man’s world she ain’t like those other women” crap, it really tenderly takes care of her narrative and presents us with a unique character, who really stands out.

Sadie Adler is a powerful person, with an engaging backstory and a rich, complex persona. She’s brash and aggressive and melancholic, but she maintains a dry humor and a sense of compassion and thoughtfulness (see: her concern for John and Abigail) all at once. I feel like, while it makes sense why we played as John at the end of RDR2, it would have made just as much sense to play as Sadie, and it would have felt just as natural and fluid. It would also be just as poetic, albeit with a different tone, but not an unwelcome or out of place one.

I don’t know, I just felt hollow playing as John, up until we saw Sadie in the saloon. Then I just felt robbed, it would have been so rad. Plus her friendship with Abigail is so sweet, I wanted to see more of that; John and co. are cute but the whole game is taken up by mens’ relationships, I was always so happy to see the scenes when Sadie was with Abigail. She needed friends. 

Anyways, in conclusion, Sadie Adler is a fucking dope character and I’m annoyed we didn’t get to see her as the protagonist she deserved to be.

#and i love her obv lol #rdr2 #spoilers #rdr #sadie adler #pouz

[nazm145]

This was supposed to be a mildly long rant but ended up a dissertation I’m so sorry

Ok, can we just talk about Juliette Durand for a moment?

Like, I know people hate her, but I don’t get it. And I just can’t.

Let’s consider the facts, shall we?

This is going to be hella long, just a warning, so please don’t hate me. I have many feelings.

(I haven’t read the books, so I’m basing almost everything off of the show’s version of the characters.  Tell me if I get anything wrong. Also, general spoilers below.)

Juliette was sired, abused (strong implications of rape), confined, and conditioned by a (white) man who used and trained her specifically to get close to another (white) man and get information from him for his own personal gain.

We see the dynamics of their toxic relationship and its effects on Juliette from the moment she and Gerbert are introduced, augmented by the dark, claustrophobic interiors of their Venetian home – which is strange because the house should be airy and well-lit considering how open and spacious it is. Definitely a metaphor, I think, for the dark and twisted nature of what is supposed to be a “father-daughter” relationship.

The scene in which Gerbert is seeing her off on the boat after allowing/ordering her to go find Matthew, the creepy cheek-kiss, and her look of relief and what seems to be almost a mixture of triumph and freedom as she turns around and gets farther away from him is a pretty decent summation of what things are like between them. Of course, we hardly need to analyze anything this deeply when Gerbert’s treatment of Juliette and her strange, toxic dependence on him is so grossly obvious.

Enter Domenico.

For me, Juliette and Domenico are the most intriguing characters on show. I don’t know how extensive their roles were in the book, but to me their subtle exchanges, as short as they were, are so impactful. I definitely think this is in large part because Elarica Gallacher and Gregg Chillin are amazing actors who pack so much depth and nuance into their scenes.

The whole Juliette/Domenico/Gerbert dynamic is so interesting to me (to reiterate, I fully loathe Gerbert and want him to choke). While the nature of Juliette and Gerbert’s relationship is tragically obvious, Domenico’s relationship with both of them is much more complex. From their very first scene, it’s clear that there is a mutual dislike, distrust, and tension between them all, and like Juliette, Domenico answers to Gerbert. But of course, his level of subjugation can’t even begin to compare to hers.

What first caught my attention was when Gerbert called Domenico a “nosy fucker” even though Domenico looking into the dead body and reporting to Gerbert was clearly in his favor. This strongly leads me to believe that Domenico has indeed fucked with Gerbert in the past, either intentionally or unintentionally. Not surprising – Domenico obviously has no love for Gerbert and given the constant descriptions of him as a manipulator and strategist, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s played his hand more than a few times in the past. He even tells Juliette that Venice is his home, so he does what he has to do in order to keep Baldwin and Gerbert happy. He is, in his own way, a victim of his situation - even though he holds a position of power, there is only so much he can do.

Which brings me to him and Juliette. God, I have so much to say about these two. So many of their scenes (both together and apart) force me to think about just what their feelings are towards each other and how much of that stems directly from the other and how much from their situations and the other people around them.

Like when Juliette tells Gerbert, “Domenico hates me.” It got me thinking – does he really hate her? Does she only think that he hates her? What has he said or done to make her feel that way? Or am I just thinking too much into this and it was really just a last-ditch effort on Juliette’s part to try and stop Gerbert from punishing her? Now, that last part is interesting – I’m positive Domenico knew what would happen to Juliette once he told Gerbert what happened. Everyone probably knows. But Domenico’s role in regards to both the Congregation and Gerbert seems to be that he’s the one who’s expected to keep everything in line on the Vampire front and report any problems, otherwise it’s his ass. And clearly, he’s under some sort of employment for Gerbert considering he reported the incident to him and not the Congregation, and it was him who was asked to fetch Gerbert when he didn’t show up at the meeting in episode 7. So I really believe he had no ill intentions towards Juliette when he ratted her out – it was more a fulfillment of duty, which in the world of ADoW, seems to be a necessity for survival.

Which brings me to The Scene. You know, the one where they unnecessarily angry-whisper-flirt with each other, have absolutely no regard for each other’s personal space and for two people who supposedly hate each other, look at each other’s lips a completely inappropriate number of times within a span of thirty seconds. This was the scene that made me complete trash for them, not in the very least because it was sinfully hotter than hell and had me feeling some type of way. There was so much to unpack here.

This didn’t occur to me until now, but when Domenico tells Juliette to not bother going home because Gerbert is disappointed, was he really mocking her? Or was it actually a subtle warning to wait until Gerbert cooled down so she wouldn’t have to go through what she did the last time she made a mistake? What leads me to believe the second option even more is that Juliette herself told Marcus that Gerbert will be angry with her if she doesn’t retrieve Matthew… so.

Next – Domenico shamelessly spilling the deets on how Matthew is in love with Diana, and goading Juliette to go to Sept Tours and confront them.  Here, I’d just like to take moment to appreciate Gregg’s delivery of “really” after Juliette tells him she can’t go without permission. It could easily be interpreted as “Really? Do you really need Gerbert’s permission, or are you just forcing yourself to believe that” OR “Oh really? You don’t say.” Like, I love how he could either be challenging her perception of the reality of her own confinement or just being a facetious asshole. But what really got to me was the look he was giving her as she walked away. It was both unreadable, and yet strangely… I don’t even know. Almost sympathetic? Dare I say longing?

And that’s what occupied my mind for an entire week until I saw episode 7. How genuine or underhanded were Domenico’s intentions when he tried to convince her to go to Matthew during the bar scene? Was he just trying to hurt her? Did he want her to go for her own sake? Or was it all a ploy to throw Gerbert in deep shit when his “daughter” showed up uninvited on ancestral De Clermont land? I honestly don’t believe that Domenico would be above grabbing any chance he could to fuck with Gerbert. And I absolutely don’t condone him using Juliette or manipulating her to accomplish that. Which got me thinking about another aspect of their relationship, until again, I saw episode 7.

Domenico obviously hates Gerbert, and he knows what he’s done to Juliette, possibly more so than anyone else considering the extent of their interactions. Why then, has he done nothing to help her? Why has he been, if not complicit in, then at the very least a bystander in her abuse? Now this bothered me a lot more until I saw the more recent episodes of ADoW (Don’t get me wrong, it still does. But I feel like I understand a lot more now.)

The magical world of ADoW works a lot differently than the mortal one. Law, intrigue, politics and revenge take precedence over even family and friends. Gillian sold Diana out because she thought it was her duty as a witch (although there was clearly some personal pettiness involved there). Sophie and Nathaniel wouldn’t tell Agatha that the baby might be a witch even though she’s the grandmother, and quite possibly the only genuinely kind, not insane member of the Congregation. And no one even questioned Baldwin’s claim that Knox had Diana and he himself didn’t know where she was because they never thought he would actually lie to protect his own brother (albeit only Vampire brother). So it’s not hard to believe that Domenico wouldn’t put his ass on the line to cross Gerbert that way, especially when, as we learned in episode 7, Juliette could have saved herself but chose not to.

You guys – their talk in 7 was so unexpected and touching to me. Not in a “Oh look how cute, he cares for her, aww” type of way. But in a “Wow. He really does realize her situation and is willing to help in whatever small way that he can so she can finally free herself – in whatever manner she chooses to do so.”

What really got to me was when Juliette asked him what he wanted in return for Diana’s file, and all he says is that she should finally free herself and just go anywhere. Just leave the horrible life she’s been living, while recognizing that in part it’s been her own choice because she either can’t or won’t forget Matthew. Contrast this with Baldwin asking Domenico what he wants in exchange for Satu, and Domenico saying “Someday… who knows?” Everyone knows how manipulative Domenico can be. But in that one instance with Juliette, we see him being genuinely kind and not asking her for anything in return. And his little smile after he sees her Power Walk out of that church like a Queen?

You guys. A girl is weak.

Coming back to Juliette, I’m so mad that all this likely won’t come to anything if the show stays true to her fate in the books. Which it looks like it will. As much as I felt her walking out on Gerbert, the fact that a black woman left her abuser only to put herself in a situation that her abuser conditioned her to be in is still so problematic. Not to mention the fact that that after years and years of being used by males (apparently she was a prostitute before she was sired, so even as a human?! Really?!?!) she is killed by the blonde-haired, blue-eyed lover of the white man she’s been obsessed with for centuries. Like. Ew. No thank you.

And honestly? I feel like she and Domenico could really be something if she would just try and get over Matthew. Again, not saying that her obsession with him is completely her fault. She is blatantly a victim of abuse, and so many of her actions stem from the violence, manipulation, and torture that she has suffered for centuries. Of course that would mess her up. And finally giving a black woman autonomy and power and the courage to stand up to her white abuser in one episode only to kill her off in the next in a situation that is indirectly the result of her abuse is just awful and unacceptable, especially in fucking 2018.

You know what I want to see? Juliette calling bullshit on the whole Matthew situation and finally becoming her own person.

Like, girl. First of all you don’t need no man. You are gorgeous, clever, resilient, and could probably seduce half the world’s population with one Look. And yes, I fully include myself in that. And even if you do want a man (eternity is a long time to spend alone tbh) Domenico is right there. I know their relationship is nowhere near healthy or good, but it is still light years better than the shitstorm that is the Diana/Matthew/Juliette triangle of a fucking toxic disaster fest.

Give Domenico and Juliette their own developed story where they do or do not get together (as long as they’re both happy tbh – I love my evil disasters, leave me alone), fucking rip Gerbert’s throat out, and then basically take over everything. Because – and I know I’m gonna get hate for this – Matthew and Diana’s story is sweet, and Goode and Palmer are lovely in their roles. But the whole “forbidden love/Person A not knowing about or repressing their powers only to find out they are SuperPowerful™ and now have to master their abilities with the help of Person B so they can fight the world together” is so overdone. Give me more magical world politics and intrigue with a concentration on Domenico and Juliette or give me death.

Also – more hate-bait, but whatever – Diana and Matthew may be cute and all, but this is what makes my heart beat.

 LOOK AT THEM

Domenico and Juliette are so fucking hot. Those curls. Those FACES. The adorably tiny height difference. His hand on her waist. The Looks being fucking Served. 

Don’t even try to tell me that they wouldn’t be That Power Couple

#a discovery of witches #juliette durand #domenico michele #I am ashamed at how long this is #but I have so many feelings #I ALWAYS get invested in the side characters with no future it's not fair #someone pls scream about these two with me #I don't even care if anyone reads this #I had to get this out #I was gonna explode

[1-800-moatinyghase]

Im writing a transcript for my debate class on the black lives matter movement bc my teacher, who has made it very clear that he doesn’t support it, wanted to give kids things that were opposite of them, because I’m white I have to ask a poc what their stance on it is (to be as accurate as possible) you obviously don’t have to but I thought of you and wanted to hear your argument. And can u include something about non-poc amplifying poc voices instead of taking them bc that’s my main point💜💜

I just woke up and hope I'm not too late but I'm going to try my best to. So imma make this more like a bullet point thing cause I don't wanna get too caught up in the writing.

So for BLM, I have a phone case that says "yes all lives matter but we are focused on the black ones right now. Because it is very apparent that our justice system doesn't know that. Plus if you can't see why were exclaiming black lives matter then you're apart of the problem." And I fully agree with this statement because at the end of the day no matter how valued human life is, the justice system will never see a black person on the same level as a white person due to the extreme history of abusing that power.

And a lot of people seem to think Black Lives Matter is selfish because they think it's excluding other lives but when the talk of justice comes to play we are blatantly excluded wether be societal conditioning or it be just blatant racism and white supremacy Nazi type shit.

Black Lives Matter has never been something saying that we are the only ones that matter but rather we EXIST TOO. We deserve justice TOO. The justice we aren't getting and the justice system that fails us intentionally but begins to blame us for every aspect of it.

And I saw this shit a few minutes ago

The caption was "I'm not even gonna say anything" because god forbid this was a black person doing anything. At all. They would try and make it the worst possible headline. Like how they called Michael Brown a thug and used a picture of him just chillin instead of his recent graduation picture. Nothing about that boy was a thug but the shooter for Stoneman Douglas (may the students and faculty rest in peace and power) was apprehended calmly. Not a single gun pulled. Not a single headline written degrading this boy for the lowly scum he is. Emphasis on the word is. That boy is still alive. Killed 17 and had open plans of doing it. Reported by the students of the school. And not shit. But God forbid a black man says "bruh" to them or uses his hairbrush or is IN THE COMFORT OF HIS OWN HOME. The trigger is pulled with no hesitation and brute force.

Now when it comes to people that aren't of color raising their voices. They need to do so without ever coming off as a "savior". Like you do an amazing job of not being like "oh I'm so woke lol" just to have that savior complex ya know? I really appreciate that. Being able to stand with us and using your privelege of listening ears to amplify what we have to say and help bring us to the stage is the most important thing. Even when we aren't there to defend ourselves, using your own voice to show that you're not afraid to stand with us is very important in the progression of society. A lot of people will be brazen when they have a person of color on their hip and then the moment they aren't any around. They go silent. They lose their voice and don't do it because they don't truly care enough to use their voice. As a non poc, no no Imma just straight up say, as a white person, don't ever go silent out of fear or lack of "back up". Use that voice you have and use it to the fullest. And this final part goes to everyone.

Use your voice like you always have a microphone under your tongue.

And P.S. fuck that teachers feelings :)

#im sorry i got to this so late!!! #i took the hardest nap ever #would highly recommend #and that last part is from a clint smith ted talk #i recommend it #i recommend 10/10 #I low-key wanna tag Shawn and the twins on this post because those fandoms tend to be #for lack of a better phrase #full of fucking ignorance

[lescaptaincarol]

here are some of my random ass thoughts I wrote tonight that I don’t know why I wrote, enjoy.

I have literally 0 clue why I’m doing this right now.

Maybe I just wanna write (type) my thoughts down on paper (a document).

But I also don’t even know what to write.

I would write about my bisexuality, my anxiety, my life in general, but like… who honestly wants to

read all that dramatic shit?

I’m staring at a fire right now and wondering what

Just like what is fire

I mean we talked about it in chemistry this year

(but honestly i don’t even remember what we learned)

But what is it but an orange burn?

That was a bad line but I’m gonna keep it because it’s a conscious thought I just had.

Gonna be honest, that was a direct connection back to my english class

We talk about streams of consciousness in writing often.

Anyway, back to fire.

It’s so interesting.

for one thing, it looks harmless from a distance.

It looks like silk, and it almost looks cold if you don’t see the smoke rising up out of it.

Especially when it’s trapped away in a fireplace, locked away, kept from doing it’s normal job of

destroying and burning random shit.

s  y m b o l i s m

yo, hot take: fire can represent all sorts of shit.

It also lowkey looks calm.

like, I know it’s super harmful and can easily cause so much destruction in a short amount of time,

but like,

think of when you were a little baby, and all you knew was nothing, and you saw fire.

obviously you wanted to touch it, but you shouldn’t obviously.

but you wanted to touch it a.) because you’re a baby and don’t know what the fuck is going on and b.)

because you think it looks cool somehow even though you barely have thoughts.

yo, wouldn’t it be crazy if no one knew anything for always and we just walked around touching

random shit and knowing nothing?

Damn. the world would be in chaos, but also would it?

Think about it.

Humans create everything, especially destruction.

But not having the one thing creating destruction would cause

more destruction right?  

who knows where I’m going with this.

this train of thoughts reminds me of that one video that’s like jaden smith like getting all philosophical

that became a meme and then died for some reason.

Like this whole train of thought is like me saying:

woah, what is life?

Are we the cause of all the destruction in the world?

What would the world look like with 0 humans??

Can the human mind even begin to comprehend that shit??

I wanna lowkey try to answer all of those questions rn. (this is about to get hella confusing, deep, and irritating, so buckle up)

So first question was  “what is life?” (huge ass question that should not be the first one I answer)

Here is a bulleted list of what I think life is:

everything. It’s literally e v e r y t h i n g. The concept is so massive that it’s so simple.

Necessary ?? i mean pretty obvious but without life there would be no ‘life’ and therefore life (as previously mentioned) is everything that we have ever tried to do throughout time

You could also argue (with some conspiracy theorists) that life is just a manmade construct to help humans cope with the idea that we are here on Earth just chillin, and one day this dude was like “yo, what are we doing right now?” and the other dude was like, “yo, we’re just living.” and the other dude was like, “yo, we’re living a life” (lord help me that made no sense)

You can also argue that it’s the opposite of everything, that it’s nothing. Like it’s just there, and we’re in it (or not in it)

I’m sure science has an answer too so google that shit because I don’t feel like that’s worth my time rn

Ok so that was a mess.

Second question: “Are we the cause of all the destruction in the world?”

Here is yet another bulleted list to answer this complex question that cannot be answered in a bulleted list :)

yes

pretty much

maybe not

who the fuck knows, probably 

but also space, and stuff 

Ok, third question: “What the fuck would the world look like with 0 humans?”

Bulleted list again bc i stan a bulleted list:

who the fuck knows 

probably prettier 

the planet wouldn’t be warming and ultimately dying because of the shut that we, as humans, do to it. 

right now I’m just imagining all sorts of animals just running around the place, just living it up 

Last question: “Can the mind even comprehend that shit?”

Nope.

#this is the randomest thing ever #thoughts #writing ? #can one call this writing?? #probably not #this is just random thoughts #stream of conscious writing #this isn't good writing tho #so #if you read this kudos #also #why

[thehonorablekingerik-blog]

Obsession

Chapter 2: You Make Me Wanna... (Part 1 of 2)

Beep, beep, beep; Erik’s fitbit watch alarm went off as he finished the cool-down of his morning workout routine.  He was running on the treadmill, finishing off his morning workout with 10 mins of cardio. Pressing a button on the side of his watch, he turned the alarm off. He then pressed a button on the treadmill, slowing his pace into a walk until the treadmill slowed down and shut of, coming to a complete stop.

His black under-armor shirt was drenched in sweat. He checked his phone for the time.

“7:45a.m.” he said idly looking around the gym located on the bottom floor of his apartment complex. Not many people were working out this Monday morning. Erik nodded his head in greeting as he noticed a familiar apartment tenant entering the gym.

“Time to get ready for work.”

He said to himself before exiting the gym, heading up to his apartment for a quick shower.

Erik walked into the office suite of the technology company, Arcadia Tech. A new tech firm originally based out in California that recently open an office in New York. Erik used to work at the California office before making the move to New York where he reunited with some old friends, Kevin and Brandon. He took a sip from the small box of coconut water as he smoothed out the front of his crisp white Ralph Lauren long-sleeved polo. He reached his hand in the right pocket of his black fitted slacks pulling out his phone.

The text message notice read;

New Message: Courtney.

He placed his phone back into his pocket as he made it to his office. Sitting his coconut water on his desk, it wasn’t 10 seconds until his boy Kevin knocked on the side of the door frame entering his office.

“Mornin’, E.” Kevin said standing at the door the Erik’s office.

“Mornin’.”

“How was your weekend? Me and B ain’t see you since Friday when we was all at Club Indigo.”

“I just been Chillin’. I needed some time to myself.” Erik said as he pops open the laptop on his desk.

Erik was telling Kevin the truth, after a week of work and a night at the club; he did like to take as much time to have to himself before starting another work week. So he spent the rest of the weekend after his trysts with Courtney and Laila playing a few video games on his PS4 and watching a few movies on Netflix.

Kevin took a seat opposite of Erik’s desk. “How was ya night with ol’girl? What was her name?” Kevin asked looking at nothing in particular trying to remember the name.

“Laila.” Kevin said looking at Erik. Erik typed on his laptop’s keyboard signing into his laptop. His phone vibrated again in his pocket. He reached for it again.

Erik let out a loud, “Ha.” In response to Kevin’s question before looking at his phone again.

Two New Messages: Courtney.

Erik looked at his phone annoyed at how many times Courtney was texting him. She’d been texting him all weekend. He hadn’t seen or talked to her since Friday night and didn’t plan on seeing or speaking to her for a while.

“What’s going on?” Kevin asked seeing his friends annoyed expression.

“That chick Courtney keeps blowin’ my phone up.” Erik said as he placed his phone on his desk, finally looking at Kevin.

Both men let out a chuckle, thinking about Erik’s triumphs and problems with women.

“Damn, she still on ya’ dick?” Kevin asks, still chuckling.

“Yeah. I saw her Friday night at the club; had to break her off a little sumthin’ sumthin.”

Kevin looked at Erik a bit surprised before saying, “So that’s what you was doin’ while me and B was chattin’ up Stacy and her friends?”

Erik nodded looking at his laptop again, signing into his email.

He clicked an unread message from Human Resources.

“Monday, April 16, 2018 at 9:30 a.m. there will be a mandatory staff meeting, introducing a new team member to the great staff of Arcadia Tech. I hope to see you all there!”

 Sincerely,

 Danielle Robinson

Chief Happiness Officer

 Erik checked his phone for the time – it read, 9:10 a.m.

“We got a meeting at 9:30 today?” Erik asked looking at Kevin.

Kevin checked his watch.

“Yeah, did you get the email?” Kevin says standing up from the chair.

“I just read it. You headin’ to the meeting room now?”

“In a minute, Imma grab a cup of coffee from the break room before headin’ there. You want me to grab you a cup?” Kevin says making his way to Erik’s office door.

“Nah, I’m good bro.” Erik says standing up from his chair at his desk stretching quickly.

“See you in 20.” Kevin says walking out of Erik’s office into the main floor of Arcadia Tech’s office.

Erik sat at the oval conference table waiting for Danielle, the “Chief Happiness Officer” to begin the meeting. The meeting was on the top floor of Arcadia Tech’s 7 floor headquarters. The windows of this room looked out to the beautiful Manhattan skyline. Erik looked at his watch, 9:40am it read. Erik slouched in his seat a little, a bit bored at the thought of a staff meeting. He looked around to see all 12 seats filling up quickly as more staff members made it into the office.

Kevin walked up taking a seat next to Erik at the conference table. Both men watched as Danielle walked to the head of the table, clearing her throat to get everyone’s attention.

“Thank you everyone for making it to the meeting.” Danielle says looking around the table at everyone. Erik eyed the empty seat next to Danielle on the other-side of the table. Kevin leaned over to Erik before saying, “Where’s the new recruit? I wanna see what we workin’ wit’ here?”

Erik let out a light chuckle, looking around the room before saying, “I know right.” He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket yet again. He grabbed it out of his pocket, looking at the screen,

Missed call Courtney.

Erik made another annoyed face before going to Courtney’s contact page and hitting block.

“This meeting today is to introduce Arcadia Tech’s new Behavioral Health consultant.” Danielle said looking at everyone at the table.

“As you all know, the Spring season is the start of the busy season for the tech industry.” Danielle says looking at everyone; her eyes stopping at Erik who was still looking at his phone.

Kevin elbowed Erik to get his attention. Erik looked over at Kevin as Kevin nods his head in Danielle’s direction. Erik looks at Danielle before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“With the busy seasons comes a rise in stress and we don’t need that in the office. So, to be proactive and to help ease any tension, I took it upon myself to suggest we hire a few Behavioral Health consultants.” Danielle clears her throat before adding, “Each team will have one consultant assigned to them.”

Only Danielle noticed a woman dressed in a simple black pencil dress quietly enter the room.

Danielle continued, “I would like to introduce one of our new Behavioral Health consultants, Ms. Samara Edmonds.” Danielle finishes holding her hand out in a welcoming gesture looking at the woman who just entered the room. Everyone turned to look at the woman in black as she walked to the seat next to Danielle. Erik took special notice of her figure, watching her ass giggle in her fitted black pencil dress, it stopped right above her knees. Her legs were dressed in sheer back-seamed stockings. The sound of her modest 3-inch black velvet chunky heels clicked on the bamboo floor of the conference room.

Erik’s eyes did not leave Samara’s figure as she stood next to Danielle. Samara glanced around the table at all eleven of her new colleagues, smiling. Kevin leaned over to Erik, whispering,

“I say goddamn, goddamn.”

Erik didn’t even notice that Kevin said anything. His eyes were set on Ms. Samara Edmonds. He heard a high-pitched ringing in his ear, his face grew hot and that familiar twitch in his groin began to rise.

Samara began to speak, “I’m happy to be here and can’t wait to begin working with all of you.” Samara quickly glanced at everyone, when her eyes landed on Erik – it knocked him out of his trance. Samara looked at Danielle who began to speak again.

“Ms. Edmonds is in charge of Erik’s tech team.” Danielle says gesturing her hand to Erik, who sat next her on the opposite side of the table. Samara’s freshly silk pressed natural hair swayed a little as she turned her head to look at Erik.

Erik swallow hard before standing, his eyes locked with Samara. He reached his hand out toward Samara.

Samara grabs Erik’s hand in a firm handshake.

“Nice and Soft.” Is what Erik thought as he felt her hand. Erik continued to stand even after shaking Samara’s hand.

Samara stopped looking at him and began looking at Danielle who began to speak again.

“Erik here is the Lead IT Project Manager for group D. You, Samara will be the behavioral consultant for all 30 of his team members.”

Samara smiles slightly nodding her head as Danielle continues.

“I’m sure you and Erik will get along well.” Danielle says looking at Samara and then Erik. Samara looks at Erik again, smiling slightly. Erik slightly smirks.

“Please have a seat Samara, I’ll begin to brief you on the culture here at Arcadia Tech.” Danielle finally takes a seat, followed by Samara and finally Erik. Erik’s eyes never leave Samara’s. Kevin takes notice of this before laughing to himself, knowing all too well where this was going.

Back at Erik’s office he went right away to looking up Samara Edmonds’ profile on Facebook. It didn’t take long for him to find it.

“Private.”

Was all he said before he heard a knock. He looks up to see his boy Kevin leaning on the door frame of his office.

“Did you see that girl, Samara. You talkin’ bout sexy my guy!”

Erik and Kevin both laugh, Erik is still focused on Samara’s Facebook profile taking in her profile picture; a professional candid side profile shot of her face. Erik contemplated should he send her a request.

“I don’t wanna seem thirsty.” He thought as Kevin spoke up stirring him away from his thought.

“It’s lunch time, you tryna hit the café up with me?”

Erik let out a sigh before saying, Yeah, yeah. I’m down.”

Kevin spoke again, “Imma ask the new girl, Samara if she wants to come.”

Erik looked at Kevin immediately with an eyebrow raised before saying,

“Word?”

Kevin nodded looking out of Erik’s office door and into the main floor. “Her office is right across from mine.”

Erik got up from his desk moving next to Kevin at the door, looking out at the main floor.

“Word.” Is all he says looking at Samara’s office.

On the first floor of the Arcadia Tech was where the café was located, many of the employees filled this area around lunch time. Kevin, Erik, Samara as well as three other colleagues gathered at a table eating and conversing.

Erik sat directly across from Samara, while Kevin sat to the right of Erik and their colleague Joe sat to his left. Samara sat in the middle across from Erik with colleagues Lauren and Kim sitting at each side. Samara focused on her Caesar Kale salad. Erik studied her for a bit. Her dark silk-pressed hair framed her face as she looked at her salad. Erik’s staring didn’t go unnoticed by his colleagues.

Lauren spoke up asking Samara a question, “Hey Samara, where are you from?” The other five colleagues sitting at the table with her stopped conversing awaiting her answer. Samara looked over at Lauren before answering,

“New Orleans, born and raised.” She says with a slight smile.

Kevin says, “Oh we got us a New Orleans girl, ohh-wee.” Joe, Lauren, Kim as well as Samara let out a laugh.

Samara still doesn’t make eye contact with Erik. Joe speaks up, “Damn Erik, you goin’ burn a hole into Samara’s head the way you keep staring at her.”

Samara briefly looks at Eric who doesn’t waver his eye contact. He smiles at her.

Kim says with a slight laugh, “Uh-Oh, Samara you might wanna stay away from Eric.” 

Erik looks over at Kim sucking his teeth before saying, “Why?”

Samara looks over at Kim asking the same thing, “Why?”

Kim takes a sip of her water before saying, “He has a bunch of women after him.”

Erik speaks up saying, “I think I’ve seen you somewhere.” Samara’s eyes fall on him again.

He notices that she has Hazel eyes.

Samara says, “I don’t think so.”

Kevin leans into the table before saying, “I would like to get to know you, Samara.” Everyone at the table begins to laugh except for Erik and Samara.

Samara looks at her salad before taking another bite.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you last Friday, at Club Indigo. You had a red dress on.”Erik says.

Kim and Lauren both laugh before Kim says, “Damn Erik, you stalking her or something.”

Erik looks at Kim annoyed.

Samara says, “I don’t remember seeing you.” Briefly looking at Erik.

Joe looks over at Samara before his eye fall to her left hand. “Y’all Samara is married. End Game.” Erik looks at her finger and notices a dainty gold wedding ring.

Kevin says, “That ain’t ever stop Erik.”

Samara looks at Erik with a slight smile before saying, “Oh really now?”

Kevin looks at Erik while Lauren and Kim let out “Ohhhh.”

Erik licks his lips at Samara before saying, “I ain’t eva had a girl from New Orleans before.”

Samara looks at him intrigued, Kim rolls her eyes while the others laugh.

“I’m tryna do something with you later.” Erik says placing his hand over the hand Samara had resting on the table. His finger lightly grazes her wedding ring.

Lauren says, “Well I’ll be damned.” And Kim adds, “Erik you just goin’ hit on the behavioral consultant like that? What if she reports you to HR?”

Erik looks at Samara as he leans slightly over the table looking more fully into her face. His eyes go from her lips to her eyes and back to her lips before speaking.

“Why would she, I ain’t doin’ nothin’.” 

Samara smiles coyly at Erik before saying, “He hasn’t given me a reason too, yet.” Everyone at the table looks at Erik and laughs. Erik reclines back into his seat, removing his hand from Samara’s. He moves his gaze from hers and looks around the café briefly.

“I would like to get to know you, Erik.” Samara says. Erik looks at her surprised. Kevin, Lauren and the rest of the table companions look surprised as well.

Erik smiles before saying, “Just let me know when you ready.”

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Chapter 1

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[buzzdixonwriter]

Chillin’ With Netflix (2018 edition)

LOST IN SPACE

Really well done, family friendly space opera.  Top notch production values, good / smart writing, superlative cast.

And despite all this, it couldn’t keep my attention past episode 4.

I put the blame on me, not this new series by writers Matt Sazama and Burk Sharpless.  

As a preteen, I was in the prime target audience for the original Lost In Space back in the mid-1960s, and that series -- despite its wildly varying tone -- created an iconic show that, try as they might, every subsequent re-make struggles to overcome.

Seriously, it’s like trying to remake I Love Lucy only without Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz, Vivian Vance, and William Frawley.

Yeah, it can be done, but why bother?  Use that talent and energy to do something in the same vein but different.

That being said, I deny no one their pleasure.  If you haven’t seen / loved the original, try this version; you might very well like it.

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Excellent production / writing / cast / performances.

I started out really liking it.

That enthusiasm faded.

I ended up enjoying this new retelling of The Haunting Of Hill House but came away feeling it fell short of 1963’s The Haunting, the first and still best adaptation of Shirley Jackson’s classic ghost story.

First off, a definition of terms (which will explain my enthusiasm fade):  In order to work, a ghost story must take place in the audience’s head.

That is to say, the reader / viewer must be left with two equally possibly yet mutually exclusive possibilities:  There are such things as ghost, or the haunting is purely psychological in the mind/s of the character/s.

Even in stories such as the original novel or the 1963 film where the possibility is presented that at least one of the characters is mentally unstable and is either imagining / causing the manifestations, the book / movie / series must never come down concretely in either camp.

To make it purely psychological turns it into a drama about mental illness, the make it supernatural moves it from the realm of “ghost story” into “monster movie” where the monster happens to be a ghost.

A ghost story doesn’t have to be scary, simply…haunting.  Portrait Of Jenny is a bitter-sweet romance that despite a lack of spookiness remains a bona fide ghost story.

(Ghost comedies such as Topper, Blythe Spirit, Ghost Busters, etc. are a different genre entirely akin to leprechaun / alien comedies where a fantastic being disrupts the lives of the human protagonists.)

This version works well, even though it doesn’t maintain the high level it starts with.  The family dynamics are well done, the performances excellent.

For the first couple of episodes the series tries to walk the line, raising the possibility and eventually confirming that mental illness runs through the family that moved into Hill House, but the moment the ghosts begin manifesting themselves, it paradoxically stops being a ghost story and becomes a booga-booga story).  Virtuosity for the sake of virtuosity also works against the production, occasionally dragging audiences out of the story to admire how clever the film makers are.

It also gets a little too convoluted and overly melodramatic towards the end, however (ghost stories work best at their simplicity.

And it is not an upbeat ending but a really horrific one as the family in question literally consumes itself.  

This version inhabits a godless universe, and the apparent “good” ending is really a terrible one of eternal damnation (albeit not in the Christian sense).

I recognize and appreciate the level of craftsmanship that went into this, and recommend it to people who like scary stories.

But it ain’t what I’d call a ghost story, and it sure ain’t what Jackson would call one, either.

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SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

I'm not the target audience for She-Ra in either incarnation.

That being said, I watched episodes 1-3 and 12-13.

It looks good to me.  The story was familiar, but like old B-Westerns it's the kind of genre where familiarity breeds affection, so no complaints there.

Pacing seemed slow, but the design and animation was good, voices top notch. Clearly a heavy anime influence.

Really liked the wide range of physical types and acknowledgement of LGBT characters. Lots of fun with the various interpersonal relationships and characterizations, especially Swift Wind, the smartass flying unicorn.

They did a really good job with this show and the characters seemed more like real teens than the previous incarnation.

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THE BALLAD OF BUSTER SCRUGGS

Well, this one I can recommend whole heartedly and without reservation.  

Joel and Ethan Coen have shown a remarkable penchant for period films and a strong affinity for Westerns in the past, and this anthology film offers a dazzling grab bag of good / off beat stories that range from the ridiculous to the realistic, though a couple of them are Westerns by location only as they don’t really rely on any of the themes that define the Western genre. 

The stories are:

“The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs” -- a hilarious send up of old Hollywood Western clichés starting with the quintessential sing cowboy trope and spiraling into full bore craziness from there.

“Near Algodones” -- a would-be bank robber has a really bad day.  Despite its dazzling editorial style, one of the more conventional stories -- and yet it manages to evoke both classic Buddhism, the crucifixion, and the ultimate sardonic joke all in the last 30 seconds.

“Meal Ticket” -- a Twilight Zone-ish story about a backwoods impresario and his limbless performer, told almost entirely silently except for quotes from poems and dramatic works and the occasional song.  While it makes good use of its Western locale, there’s really nothing in the story to tie it to the West; it could just as easily occur on a Mississippi riverboat, the back alleys of White Chapel, or the slums of Mumbai.

“All Gold Canyon” -- based on a story by Jack London, it’s a look at how hard and demanding a prospector’s life could be (with a virtually unrecognizable Tom Waits as the grizzled old prospector).  The Coen Brothers use their location to the fullest advantage, recreating the feel of what such land must have felt like before the first settlers moved in.

“The Gal Who Got Rattled” -- the longest, most realistic, and most bitter-sweet of the stories, set on a wagon train heading to Oregon, and focusing on a young woman who is definitely not the sort who should be making such a trip.  While we can look back from our safe vantage point in the 21stcentury and recognize the Indian Wars were the direct result of rapacious land grabbing by Western settlers, this story does an excellent job of showing just how terrifying it would be to sit on the receiving end of a tribal attack.  The ending is a morally complex one, well worth pondering, and especially ambiguous given the nature of the story’s framing element.

“The Mortal Remains” -- weakest of the stories, but salvaged by strong performances.  Another Twilight Zone style story, and if you didn’t guess the ending by the one minute mark I’ve got a bridge in Florida made of solid gold bricks I’d like to sell you.

. . .

AMERICAN VANDAL

Yowza!  This is one of the best series I’ve ever seen, and it’s perfect in damn near every way.

On the surface it’s a parody of various true crime documentary series, especially Netflix’ own Making A Murderer.  It’s told from the point of view of two students in their high school’s audio-visual club who make a documentary about an act of vandalism directed at the school’s teachers and the student who is blamed for it.

Of course, as they investigate, they turn up evidence that the accused student did not commit the vandalism, and in their pursuit of the truth uncover several more secrets on their way to the big reveal.

At first blush, the makings of a solid show.

But what co-creators Tony Yacenda and Dan Perrault manage to pull off with this is nothing short of astounding, a fun parody of a genre that raises interesting questions about both the genre they’re parodying and the issue of truth and guilt, while on top of that adding an incredibly complex yet easy to follow overlay of conflicting characters and emotions.

They get every single detail right, and even seemingly throw away lines / scenes / characters get fleshed out in amazing and unexpected ways (for example, one extremely minor character, with no significant dialog, who appears only briefly on camera as comic relief in one or two early episodes is later revealed to be severely alcoholic, and in recalling his earlier appearances, one realizes the character must be suffering through a genuinely hellish existence).

Dylan, the accused student, starts out as a character of fun and amusement, a high school goofball of Spicoli proportions, only to come to a sad and ultimately terrifying end as he realizes just how dumb and dead-end his life is.

I cannot praise thise series enough.  Very rarely will I look at someone else’s work and say “I wish I had done that.” American Vandal is one of the rare exceptions.

The series has two seasons, the first involving Dylan and the vandalism of the teachers’ cars, the second involving a food poisoning incident at a private school the original two students are invited to investigate.  Season two is very strong but lacks “the shock of the new” that season one provided; it’s high quality and entertaining, but not as compelling as the original.

. . .

© Buzz Dixon

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Stay Downtown|S.M|Imagine

A/n: Well um this is shit but idk. I always appreciate feedback so thanks and enjoy!

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The sun had just went to bed a couple hours ago, and Shawn had just got done recording at the studio. Tonight was a night Shawn was so thankful for, Friday night. And a beautiful it was as well. The dim sky was freckled with spotlights of bright stars. Each star illuminated the street post which highlighted Shawn’s jet black jeep.

Shawn had his eyes on the lonely road and thoughts in another world. The radio was only on a volume of three with the faded sound of a Mayer song ringing through the car. Shawn bummed along to the chorus of the song as he watched the passing building lights began to shut off.

A new vibration hummed through the car besides the sound Mayer and this caused Shawn to briefly look over into the passengers seat. There, his phone lied with a lit up screen with all to familiar face to him.

Incoming Call; Y/n

Shawn clutched the device into his hand, hesitant about picking up. But of course did anyways.

“Y/n? I wasn’t expecting a call from you at...” Shawn tore his eyes away from the road and glanced to down at his watch, “eleven thirty at night.”

“Yeah—yeah...w–ell like-k-e I-I was.....was wondering iffy I could-d c-o-ome over-r for a bit? Yeah?” She slurred through the phone. Shawn’s face scrunched into a ball, he could practically smell the alcohol on her voice through the phone.

“Y/n, you’re drunk...” Shawn rolled his eyes, on the verge of hanging up.

“No no, I’m just-t chillin-g like-e a villain wit my friends-s, duh,” a defensive tone seemed to become coated over her voice.

“Y/n yes or no, are you at Rhett’s club?”

“Ugh...pass?” her voice rang small, Shawn could just see her at the bar. Her small frame leaning against the bar for support as her friends danced the night away as she was getting friendly with the bartender.

“Y/n call a uber and go home,” Shawn shook his phone as he pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex.

Hard breaths took over the other side of the line, “W-well...who am I on-n the phoney with-h? I-is this Uber-r-r?”

“Y/n, this is Shawn.”

“Oh Shawn! Shawny can I come over? I can be over in fifteen...”

“Y/n we broke up three months ago, I don’t think that’s the best option,” Shawn pleaded, getting out of his car and heading to the elevator.

This was always how it happened. Shawn always ended up caving and picking up the drunken girl.

Every time he would drive and pick her up because she wanted to talk about them. She would end up staying the night and then forgetting everything in the morning. Shawn knew that it was probably the worst thing he could do. It occurred way to often.

“Shawn,” she slurred, kissing up and down his neck leaving tattoos of lipstick stains, “I want you.”

“Y/n, I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” She pouted, backing away from him.

“Cause you always do this.”

“What? Nooooo.....I-I never have done this,” she dipped onto the couch, frowning down at her lap.

“But sadly you have. You know how it feels to have your ex call that you feel was made for you, call you again and tell you they want to talk about fixing what once was?” Shawn kneeled in front of her, regretting picking her up from the bar, once again.

“There just hookups Shawn, nothing more,” Y/n stated as Shawn flinched from the harmful word. It felt like the knife she had already jabbed into his heart was turning, and the pain was excruciating.

“That’s why it hurts so much...” Shawn’s eyes glazed over as he stood up.

“Just get some sleep and lock the door when you leave in the morning...” He hung his head low, waving her off and walking down the hall. He turned back to her to see her already passed out on the couch.

“And it hurts because you will never care to know I still love you,” he sadly chuckled to himself through cascading tears as he turned off the light and turned on his heel, “goodnight Y/n.”

Every time this happened, she would never remember. Even one time Shawn had thought that he had fixed them.

“Shawn, I really miss you. And you know that,” Y/n bloodshot eyes became glossy.

“I think I do...Y/n did you ever love me?” Shawn held onto her hand as they cuddled onto the couch.

“I do, I always have,” she smiled up at him as she scooted closer.

“Me too,” he replied, finally feeling a weight lifting off of his shoulders.

But soon to feel a even heavier weight crush his shoulders into the ground the next morning when she stated, “I don’t remember telling you any of that. I don’t even remember last night.”

She was bad for him. And he knew it. But she always lured him back in.

“You know what Y/n?” Shawn sighed into the phone.

“What?” He could feel her smiling on the other line. He knew she was probably living up, and not ready to let go of the night.

“Just stay downtown,” and with a fire of regret flaming up in his stomach, he hung up.

“Just stay downtown, let bartender pour up another one while you find your next rebound...don’t let me get in your way,” he whispered to himself, knowing the phone had no one on the other line.

He shook his head at the phone and whispered again, “always stay downtown.”

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