#sp — i don’t see a hero.

[brnesblogposts]

Moon boys rescuing reader from a spider (drabble)

warnings: arachnophobia

characters: steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader

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“FUCK, NO.” Steven heard you shriek in the bedroom from his place on the sofa and was instantly alerted. He ran to the bedroom so fast he almost tripped “darling?! are you alright?” concern overtook his voice, “SP- SPIDER” You were crying and shaking, you had a massive phobia of the 8 legged creatures.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Steven tried calming you down “deep breathes, okay?” He saw you following his instructions as you stood on the bed frantic. “Now, where is it?” He spoke softly, hoping it would keep you calm, you pointed him in the direction of the laundry basket.

Steven cautiously approached, he himself was not too fond of spiders but he would do anything for you, “JESUS-“ You had forgotten to inform Steven of the size of this spider. “Love, this isn’t for me, i’m gonna let Marc front to catch it, yeah? i’ll be back in a minute”

“Hey, baby” Marc turned to see you clinging on to the headboard of the bed for dear life, “DON’T LOSE IT MARC” You yelled at him. “Don’t you worry! Mr tough guy is here, Steven is a wimp” Hey. It’s bloody big, okay? My fear is completely rational, alright? Marc just laughed at his alter in the reflection of the bedroom mirror.

He lifted the hamper and the spider tried scampering away, “MARC” You were crying harder which only made him want to catch and release this thing faster. He cupped his hands and caught it “I’ve got it, Baby” He had turned to show you he did, “GET IT OUT OF HERE, I DON’T WANT TO SEE IT” He obeyed and released it out of the bedroom window, swiftly shutting it so it wouldn’t get back in. “It’s gone” He saw your shoulders begin to relax and you sat on the bed with a huff.

Marc approached you and kissed you on the forehead “You’re safe now, it’s not gonna hurt you. Nobody and nothing hurts my Y/N” With that he kissed your lips and handed over control back to Steven. “You were so brave, darling. So proud of you,” he kissed your temple “It’s a good thing we have Marc, innit?” he chuckled to himself. Knowing you, you’d be dialling 999 for a spider Marc spoke, Steven ignored him and took you in his arms.

“You boys are my heroes,” Marc fronted for a second “Steven didn’t even do anything?! He was cowardly” With that Steven was back in control, “He is such an arse” Steven rolled his eyes. You smiled, a smile that shone with love. Your boys, your heroes. You cuddled into Steven and that’s where you lay for the next couple hours.

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[watercolorfreckles]

Winter's Kiss - Part 2

Sorry I'm rusty but I had a nice time working on this!

Part 1

Most people assumed that having ice powers meant Villain was immune to the cold. Surely being surrounded by her element only comforted and empowered her further.

What it really meant was that Villain had never truly been warm in her life. Always haunted by a biting chill that rooted in her bones and flooded her veins.

The summer months were easy enough for her to stay regulated in. Her body naturally fended off the scathing blaze of summer sun, meeting something close enough to equilibrium that she didn't have to shiver.

Winter was different. The scales dipped in one, unanimous direction. There was nothing to balance the overwhelming cold, steely and all-encompassing.

Thus, fighting on an icy rooftop, bitter wind stinging her cheeks, and frost clinging to her lashes, did not put her in a particularly amiable mood.

“Shouldn't you be wearing a coat?” she snapped at her nemesis, fighting off the urge to tremble as ice shot to life in her numbed palms. 

Hero landed neatly in front of her, blushy nose and pink ears the only indicator that the weather affected him at all. His lips bloomed in a too-pleased smile. “Nope. The new suit has intelligent thermal-regulatory technology. In other words, I'm toasty as…uh…toast. Shouldn’t you?”

Villain’s gaze flicked over him. She could see, now, the steam radiating around him from his stupid heated costume.

Her skin ached for a taste of that kind of blanketing warmth.

A coat did her little good when the cold stemmed from the inside out. She hated him for it. Her glare was as sharp as the icicles in her hands.

Hero stepped closer and his smug smile faltered. He looked her over in turn. “Are you….cold?”

If she could glare any harder, her eyes would bleed.

“My entire existence is cold, I have never not been cold,” she said through clenched teeth. “Now let's wrap this up, Sunshine, so that I can go home and set the thermostat to 85° and hope that maybe, just maybe, I can take the edge off this- this corpse-numb, never-ending, godforsaken winter!”

Her bones felt only distantly attached to her body, dull and torpid as a rotting log.

She took a step toward him and her knees buckled beneath her. Hands caught her waist, lowering her to the ground.

Her breath caught up in lungs scraped raw, mind sweeping blank. All she could focus on was the delightfully warm palms against her sides.

“Villain?” Hero’s brow knitted in concern. Pulling one of his gloves off with his teeth, Hero touched a hand to Villain's cheek before wincing and shaking the icy sting from his bare fingers. “Sh*t, Villain, you're beyond freezing.”

Villain was barely listening. She reached for him as if magnetized, clutching at the heat emanating from his chest. Something pathetically close to a whimper slipped free at the barest fraction of relief, dropping her face against the blazing hollow of his neck.

Hero hissed against the no-doubt unbearable cold of her skin against his. She couldn’t bring herself to care, and he didn’t shove her away. 

There was a pause.

“.....Let the record show that you’re the one cuddling me this time.”

Villain scowled. “Shut up.” Her fingers flexed against the smooth fabric of his suit. “This is- is just temporary, and then I’m going to stab you in the face.”

Fingers stroked her hair, brushing the accumulating snowflakes away. There was a click and shuffle as Hero shifted, wrapping her trembling form up in his cape. 

“Stab me tomorrow. We’ll rain check.” Scooping her into his arms, Hero stood up.

“Hey-”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Hero’s stupid sunny smile was back, teasing and prettier than she cared to admit. “We’re nemeses with benefits, I don’t actually want you dead. Most of the time.”

Villain’s cheeks might have warmed if she could feel them. Her teeth chattered. “Sp- Speak for yourself, Sunshine. And don’t say nemeses with benefits. You’re em- embarrassing me.”

Hero’s feet lifted off of the ground and they were moving through the air. Villain glanced down at the world below them before shielding her face from the abusive wind with his cape.

He could drop her to shatter on the pavement. Fragile as ice.

They touched down minutes later, and Villain didn’t bother to pull the cape away from her face to check where they were. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, Hero wouldn’t put her down… She couldn’t imagine peeling herself away from the shallow reprieve of his body warmth.

Hero shifted Villain’s weight into one arm. Metal jangled, followed by the rustling of a doorknob. Pushing it open with his foot, she felt Hero cross the threshold.

Peeking through the threads of Hero’s cape, warm lamplight washed the room in a honey glow as he clicked on the light. He shut the door and locked it. 

Her ears perked up at the familiar crackle of flames dancing nearby. She tugged the cape down just below her eyes, still blanketing her nose and cheeks.

Hero chuckled. “That got your attention.” He pulled a chair in front of the fireplace and sat down with her puddled in his lap. His free hand smoothed back her hair, staticky from his cape. “Better?”

The glorious heat rolled over them in waves, and Villain bared her pink fingers toward it, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmm.”

Lips summer-hot and gentle pressed against her jaw. Warmth sparked low in her belly for an entirely new reason. Her breathing stuttered, turning her face toward his.

Hero took an icy hand in his, blowing warm breath against her knuckles.

The bone-deep ache began to thaw. Her eyes glued to his.

Her beautiful, insufferable,.. kind idiot.

She leaned in. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

A haughty and fond smile lit up his face. “Kill me when winter ends.”

Eyes flitting down to his perfect mouth, Villain caught his searing lips with her own. They chased the chill away together.

Neither of them wanted winter to end.

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[skyward-floored]

Accidental Domestication part 5, the end.

This one is a lot better with context, so I suggest you at least read the last one I posted before reading it. It’s still funny by itself, but it’s definitely better with the others.

You can find all the other parts up on ao3 too :)

Ao3 link

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A tall, muscled woman with fiery hair crossed her arms, eyes blazing a bit as she glared at the woman seated in front of her.

The other woman was more petite, but no less of a striking figure, hair a warm forest green. It waved slightly in the breeze curling around them, and the fiery-haired woman narrowed her eyes as the other woman smiled.

“Farore, that was the last straw. This has got to stop.”

The green haired woman blinked innocently, tilting her head in a distinctly doglike manner.

“What‘s got to stop, Din?”

Din, Goddess of Power, Force of the Flames that Created the Earth and eldest of the three Golden Goddesses, felt her hair spark in annoyance as she drew closer to her little sister.

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about,” she growled, but Farore continued to merely sit and blink at her.

“And what would that be?” the green goddess asked in the same innocent tone, and Din had to restrain herself from going off and breaking something.

“Stop playing innocent!” she snapped, jabbing a finger at her sister’s face. “Farore you’ve got to stop sending your patron animals to get your heroes out of tight spots! They can handle it themselves!”

Farore froze, knowing she was caught, then drooped, her hair seeming to loose some of its luster.

“I’m just helping a little,” she protested, a few fading petals falling from where she sat, and Din scoffed.

“A little? Sister you literally saved the Hero of Legend and Hero of Light’s lives! That is not a ‘little’!” she snapped, flames flickering. “Not to mention how you sent an entire wolf pack to get the Hero of Time and Hero of Warriors out of a tight spot! Have you ever heard of overkill? They could have handled things!”

It was Farore’s turn to cross her arms.

“For the Hero of Light and Legend, all I did was send some assistance in order for them to get out of the fire,” she said cooly, a colder breeze rustling through the area, “I consulted Nayru and she agreed with me that it was the only feasible way they could have make it out. And you know how bad it would have been if they had died in there.”

Din sighed.

“I’m aware. If that were the only incident it would be fine, but the entire pack for the other two was entirely overkill,” she muttered. “And why did you even get the hero of Winds and hero of Hyrule to follow that mother wolf?”

Farore kicked her legs, vines twirling up her arms. “...I wanted them to get to pet her pups.”

Din pressed a hand to the bridge of her nose. “You wanted them to get to pet her pups.”

“They had never before seen puppies, Din! It was a tragedy that had to be fixed!”

“I do not care! You have to stop meddling, sister, there are rules about this!”

“But they love it when I send wolves!” she protested, green hair swaying in the breeze, “did you see how they all reacted? It was so sweet! The Hero of Twilight has been so melancholy ever since the Twilight Realm was cut off, it was perfect for him!”

Din swatted her sister irritably. “I don’t care if it was cute, and there are other ways to help your heroes! You are meddling, and that’s not allowed! Knock it off!”

Farore pouted, but nodded after a moment’s silence, crossing her arms in begrudging defeat.

“Fine. I’ll stop sending wolves.”

“Good,” Din nodded, satisfied by the repentant tone she heard in the words. Then she stared at her sister for a second, and jabbed an accusing finger at her, eyes narrowed.

“I know that look, no sending rabbits instead!”

“But Din!”

“It is forbidden!”

“But they’re even cuter! What if I just send a couple—”

“No! I’m telling Nayru!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“NAYRU!”

“NOOOO—”

(...)

The dream Sky had been having abruptly faded, the details falling away as he slipped into the small space between wakefulness and sleeping.

He drifted there for a moment, reluctant to move from the cushy grass where he’d flopped a few hours ago. Sunshine warmed his face, and a remlit nestled up against his neck, small and soft.

A few more small weights were scattered around him, and Sky sighed a little, happy to have company that he didn’t have to explain anything to, or fuss over him. Remlits didn’t care if he was having a bad day. They would cuddle with him regardless, and Sky welcomed them, shifting just a bit so he was more comfortable where he lay.

And then he woke up enough to remember he wasn’t on Skyloft.

Which meant whatever was sleeping on him couldn’t be remlits.

Sky froze, heart pounding as he had the realization. It could be any number of things sitting on him, dangerous things, or— Hyrule had just been telling him about creatures called skunks, what if it was one of those?!

Sky slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight that shone in his face. He waited for his eyes to adjust, then very carefully tilted his head up, almost agonizingly slow as he looked at his chest.

No less than a dozen rabbits were sleeping on him.

Sky stared, blinking at the furry creatures all cuddled up to him. Most of the rabbits were brown, but there were a few with white speckles, and a couple more that sported darker fur, and as he stared at all of them, he slowly began to relax again.

Bunnies were harmless (aside from Legend). He wouldn’t be getting attacked or sprayed by anything today.

But still... the meadow had been completely empty when he’d collapsed here, drained from the thoughts that had been rattling around in his head all day. He’d wanted nothing more than to be left alone and sleep, and he hadn’t expected anything to be here when he’d woken up.

And yet here he was. Covered in bunnies.

Sky studied the creatures again, looking at the sleeping bundles. He didn’t think rabbits usually came up to people like this? From what he’d gleaned from Legend and Twilight, they appeared to be rather skittish creatures, running fast and hiding when they could. But Twilight had also said they were legendary, rare and special, yet there were at least a dozen right here, all sleeping on top of him.

Did this mean something?

Sky frowned. There was a niggling feeling there was something about rabbits he’d forgotten, like maybe they’d featured in his dream somehow... but any memory of it had faded, and Sky didn’t think it was going to come back.

A rabbit woke up a little and stretched, its little paws bapping against Sky’s chin. He couldn’t help but smile at it, and it blinked at him curiously. The little creature sat up, and hopped a little closer to his face, looking down at him with clear, dark eyes.

Then it flopped right next to his chin, and Sky chuckled, raising his hand that wasn’t weighed down by rabbits to run a finger through its fur. It was just as soft as it looked, and Sky felt something ease a little in his chest.

The weight he’d fallen asleep with was still there, an ache in his stomach, heaviness in his limbs. But there was sunshine on his face, a cool breeze tousling his hair, and a bunny was snuggled up to his chin.

The weight didn’t go away, but... it didn’t feel quite as heavy.

Soft ears tickled his neck, and Sky relaxed the rest of the way, lowering his arm and closing his eyes again. The others would probably come find him soon, and startle away the little creatures, but until then, he would enjoy the strange blessing of the rabbits’ presence.

...Though, after everything that had happened over the past few weeks, he was a little surprised it wasn’t wolves that were sleeping on him.

Sky shrugged to himself, and drifted off, a small sigh escaping his lips.

And hours later, when the others found Sky still covered in sleeping bunnies, he wasn’t the only one to wonder why it hadn’t been wolves.

#I write a lot when I’m in a mood apparently #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Sky #linked universe fanfic #lu fic #linked universe sky #writing from the floor #accidental domestication #this is the last part #thanks for reading <3

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Puppeteer and Timekeeper

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 25

First Part | Previous Part

GUYS I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS PART :D It's really long, about 7600 words, but so much is revealed that it makes sense. I want to get right to it so I'll keep this author's note short. Jackie and the guys check out Jameson's apartment, hoping to find out more about the Puppeteer. They do... and learn more about the city's hero before Jackie, too. :3c I've been waiting for this since the beginning. And now... it's time >:Dc

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Contrary to yesterday, today was nice and sunny. Too bad they would probably be spending most of it inside, looking through Jameson’s apartment.

Jackie and Chase headed out shortly after Chase got home from work. He looked tired, but he insisted on leaving right away. “We don’t want to keep Schneep or Marvin waiting,” he’d said, so they hopped on the first available train.

Schneep was already at Jackson Legacy Crafts by the time they arrived. He leaned against the nearby wall, looking casual except for the repeated tapping of his foot. “There you two are,” he said upon seeing him. “You’ve taken long enough. What happened? Was there a delay?”

“Hey, we’re right on time,” Jackie said defensively. “Sp—Marvin is the one who’s late.”

“You didn’t go in when you got here, doc?” Chase asked. “Do you still have the key? I mean, I guess that wouldn’t really matter for you, but you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I still have the spare key,” Schneep said. “But I...” He glanced back through the plate glass windows into the store beyond. The lights were off, but Jackie could still see the dust gathering on the displays and items. “I-I thought we should all go in at once. Seemed... fitting.”

Chase nodded. Next to him, Frosty walked over to Schneep and nudged his head with his leg. Schneep glanced down at him. He didn’t pet the dog but he didn’t push him away either.

They waited in silence for a few minutes. Watching the pedestrians walking by. There was always a lot of foot traffic in this area, but most of the passers-by didn’t glance at the closed shop. Until, finally, a familiar face peeled away from the rest of the crowd. “You’re all early,” Marvin muttered.

“Early?! No, you’re late!” Schneep snapped.

“I-I am not!” Marvin said defensively, a bit surprised that Schneep was the one getting on his case instead of Jackie. 

“Well you’re here now, so let’s go!” Chase said, quickly changing the subject. “Schneep, the key?”

Schneep nodded curtly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the key. He quickly unlocked the door and headed in. Jackie, Chase, and Marvin followed him.

The shop was just how it looked from the outside: dark and dusty. It was actually amazing how much dust could gather in just a few days. Jackie glanced at the clocks on the wall, wondering if they were still chiming every hour. It was strange to think about the shop with no one inside to hear their ticking. But this wasn’t the time for this. “You guys think there’s anything down here?” he asked quietly. “I know JJ said his apartment specifically, but...”

“I’m surprised nobody’s robbed this place yet,” Marvin said, looking around. “Some of this stuff would sell for a lot, and there’s probably still cash in the register.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Jackie said, more out of habit than anything.

“I’m not stooping so low as to steal from a guy in jail,” Marvin responded, also out of habit.

“I do not think there would be anything down here,” Schneep said.

“Yeah, if JJ had some sort of secret... which, I mean, he did,” Chase said, “he wouldn’t want to keep stuff relating to it out where anyone could see it.”

“Alright, we’ll just head on up, then,” Jackie said, leading the way.

They passed by the counter—Schneep stopping for a moment to look at the family pictures hanging on the wall behind it—and opened the door to the upstairs. Jackie turned on the lights, and they all went up, pushing open the trapdoor at the top and finding themselves in Jameson’s apartment.

It looked exactly the same as it had the last time they’d all been there. Had it really been the same day JJ was arrested? The same day they found out who the Puppeteer was? Or... at least who one of the people behind the Puppeteer was. Jackie had told Chase about the Puppeteer’s mask yesterday, about the cameras and microphones and the LEDs being controlled externally. And then Schneep had called, and Jackie told him, too. They all knew that Jameson hadn’t become the Puppeteer because he wanted to. That there was someone else working with him, maybe controlling him somehow. And that had made them just as determined as Jackie was to find out what was going on up here.

“Where do we check, then?” Marvin asked.

“Schneep, you’re related to him, do you know anything about where JJ would hide stuff?” Chase asked.

Schneep hummed. “Not in the main area. It might be in the workspace, but last I checked, it had not been used in a while.”

“Workspace?” Jackie asked.

“Here.” Schneep walked over to a door and pulled it open, reaching inside to turn the lights on. The small space had been adapted from a closet. It was barely big enough for a desk and chair, but it was crowded with all sorts of projects as well, tools shoved under the desk, bits of wood pushed up against the walls. Much like the shop downstairs, it was covered in dust, though there was much more here than there was down there. Jackie could even see a cobweb in the corner.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s touched that in like the past... six months,” Chase said. “I guess we can always check it later if we don’t find anything anywhere else. So... where else could we check?”

“Upstairs,” Schneep said, closing the door. “We should start in Jamie’s bedroom.”

“Oh, duh,” Marvin muttered. 

Jackie walked over to the spiral staircase in the corner of the room and peered up. “Y’know, I haven’t been up there,” he admitted.

“Yeah, me neither,” Chase said.

“Well, I have, so you all follow me, then,” Schneep said. He walked past Jackie and started up the stairs. The others followed.

The second floor of the apartment—technically the third floor, counting the shop downstairs—was much smaller than the one below it. There was just a single hallway. Windows on the left side looked out the back of the building. On the right side were two doors. At the end of the hallway was a small table with a pale green cloth and some dusty picture frames. Curious, Jackie immediately walked down to that table. Now he could see the photos in the frames. “Oh... are these JJ’s parents?” he asked quietly.

“Most of them,” Schneep said, striding down the hall to join Jackie. “I think there is one of my parents there, and there are a few of Jameson and—”

“Is this a flower?” Marvin asked.

Jackie looked back at the others. Marvin and Chase had gathered around the first door in the hall, which he and Schneep had gone right past. Confused, Jackie turned and went right back, passing Schneep. Sure enough, there was a framed photograph of a red flower with lots of petals. “Yeah, that’s a dahlia flower,” he said.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “You can recognize flowers on sight?”

“Some of them. Dahlias are pretty distinctive, they look like a puffball, see?” Jackie gestured at the picture.

“Why’s this on this door?” Chase asked. “I don’t think JJ liked flowers that much.”

“No, that’s not for him,” Schneep said, not moving from where he was halfway down the hall. “That is Dahlia’s room.”

The other three all looked at him in confusion. “Uh... who?” Chase asked.

Schneep stared at them. “Dahlia.” When they didn’t respond, he looked just as confused as they were. “You... do know about her, yes?”

“Did... JJ have a... have a roommate this whole time?” Jackie asked. “H-how did he not tell us? How did we never meet this, uh, Dahlia?”

“...Are you fucking kidding me.” Schneep was shocked. It was like the three of them had just told him they thought the moon was made of cheese. “Marvin, I understand, Jamie was only just getting close to him, but—but Chase?! Jackie?! Did he never tell you about Dahlia? His fucking sister?”

“Sister?!” Jackie repeated, gaping. Chase’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “Jameson has a sister?!”

“Mein verdammter Gott!” Schneep facepalmed. “You actually had no idea?!”

“H-he didn’t tell us,” Chase stammered. “I would’ve—I-I would’ve written it down, if he had, I don’t... think I did?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jackie demanded. “If Jameson has a sister, she’s your cousin, too!”

“Well I thought Jameson would say something!” Schneep shouted. “She is not here, as you can tell by never meeting her! So why would I bring up personal information like that?! I-it’s not... relevant, and it is not exactly pleasant to talk about!”

Marvin narrowed his eyes. “Why.”

“H-huh?”

“Why isn’t it ‘pleasant’ to talk about her?” Marvin asked. “That’s what you just said, right? Is she a dick or something?”

Schneep bristled, then calmed down and sighed. “No. Dahlia was—Dahlia is very nice. But she... sh-she is in the hospital. She has been for nearly three years.”

“...oh.” Marvin shrank a little, his suspicions disappearing. “I’m... sorry.”

Schneep laughed darkly. “Yes, I was too, when Jameson told me. I... Chase, you are very familiar with the collapse of the East SepTech building.” Chase shifted slightly, clutching Frosty’s lead close to him. “Dahlia was caught up in that, too. It injured her. She... she went into a coma. I-I had not... hadn’t yet reconnected with Jameson, o-or I would have known, I would have... asked to be assigned to her case.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “It was only after that I realized how close I was to her. Had been in the same building as her for so long, until she was transferred to another hospital out of the city, one that would help her more.”

“I... I’m so sorry, Schneep,” Jackie said quietly.

“It... is fine,” Schneep said haltingly. “It is really terrible for Jameson, though. H-he was so much closer with her. I thought that her... absence was really getting to him in the recent months. I thought that was why he was falling apart...” His voice trailed off.

They all stood there for a moment, until the silence grew from solemn to simply awkward. “So... we shouldn’t go in that room, then,” Chase said, stepping away from the door.

Schneep took another deep breath. “Maybe. Th-there is a chance that... that Jameson asked us to check his apartment because of her. Perhaps he left her medical information in there. But we should check everywhere else, first.”

“Agreed,” Jackie said. “Let’s start with JJ’s room, then.”

“Yeah,” Chase said.

“Lead the way,” Marvin added.

Jameson’s room was both exactly what Jackie expected and not at all what he expected. The walls were painted blue, and the clothes in the closet were neat and nice. The bed, dresser, and desk with its table were all made of old, looking fairly old. No doubt a set that Jameson had inherited. But... the room was a mess. Any clothes not in the closet were piled on the ground, and the blanket and pillows were twisted out of shape. Half-carved projects were piled in a box next to the desk—they all seemed to be dolls or marionettes of some kind. Some of them were even scattered across the desk’s surface, around an old desktop computer and monitor. Jackie picked up a couple of these, looking them over. “Puppets,” he said, and laughed even though it wasn’t that funny.

“Where do we check, then?” Chase asked. “I don’t wanna tear up JJ’s stuff if we don’t need to.”

Schneep looked unsure. “Just... around. There is sure to be something.”

But there was nothing. They even looked under the mattress and in the pockets of the clothes—well, Marvin did those, as the others were reluctant. There was nothing to find. Nothing that even hinted to JJ’s supervillain activities. Upon Marvin’s insistence, Jackie tried to get into the computer a couple times, but couldn’t guess the password. Schneep said he was pretty sure that the computer was just for work and listening to podcasts, anyway, and Jackie was inclined to agree.

So they moved back downstairs. They checked the living room, the kitchenette and dining area, the bathroom, the workspace. Nothing. Though... Jackie did notice that Marvin was tearing up the place a bit more than the rest of them. Rummaging through drawers and cabinets and not putting things back where they’d been before. The others all made sure to keep things in order.

“Guess that’s it, then,” Marvin said, closing the door to the workspace after everyone else had finished cleaning it up. “Whatever we’re looking for has to be in Dahlia’s room.”

Schneep nodded slowly. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it. “Let’s... go back up, then.”

As he and Chase led the way, Jackie hung back, pulling Marvin aside. “Hey,” he said. “You, uh... I don’t know how to say this. But... you’re being a bit... You’re being very thorough.”

“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be?” Marvin pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but...” Jackie paused. “Are you being this way... because you don’t... I-I remember how the Puppeteer controlled you for a time.” He noticed Marvin stiffen, but continued anyway. “You’re not... looking for evidence against him or something, are you? I mean, I know you’re not, stupid question. You were there when Gwen took the mask apart. But... maybe unconsciously, you don’t... like Jameson that much? And are being... not as careful as you could be... with his stuff?”

Marvin sighed. “I want to snap at you for assuming the worst in me, but I guess it’s valid in this case,” he muttered. “Look, I... It’s complicated. I didn’t know him as well as you guys did, so I don’t think I’m taking the ‘he’s the Puppeteer and now he’s in jail’ stuff as hard as the rest of you. But he was... nice. I-I still... like him?”

“Why’d you phrase that like a question?”

“Don’t fucking interrogate me, I—” Marvin shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m not good with... feelings. Especially feelings towards other people. I... I feel the same as you do, I think. Just... simplified.” He paused. “I think... Jameson tried to apologize to me once.”

Jackie blinked. “Really? When?”

“Not too long before the arrest. A few days, maybe. He said he was really sorry, a-and he claimed it was because the shop was closed the other day, but...” Marvin trailed off. “I don’t... hate Jameson, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t want to be careless with his stuff, and especially not the stuff of his sister who’s in the fucking hospital. I-I find it hard to hate the guy. It’s like hating a kicked puppy.”

Jackie laughed. “That’s—that’s not funny. But... god, it kind of is what he looks like when he’s sad, doesn’t it?”

Marvin gave him a small smile. “It really is.” The smile faded. “But... It’s still true, what he did. To me, to all those people.” He locked eyes with Jackie. “I want to know why.”

A second passed. Jackie nodded silently. He understood. How could he not? It’s all he wanted to know ever since he saw who was behind the mask. “Let’s see if the ‘why’ is in Dahlia’s room, then. I have a feeling... And it’s not a good one.”

Chase and Schneep were waiting for them by Dahlia’s door. In fact, Schneep had been walking for the stairs, like he was about to come down and ask what was taking them so long. “Ah, you’re here,” he said upon seeing Marvin and Jackie. “So glad you could join us. Not like this is important.”

“Hey, we had shit to talk about,” Jackie said. “Let’s just... Let’s do this.”

“Yeah,” Chase said quietly. “Um... the door is locked, but...”

“I was about to do that, yes,” Schneep said. As soon as Jackie and Marvin had joined Chase by the door, Schneep turned and walked through the wall. A second later, there was the loud clunk of a rarely-used lock turning, and he opened the door from the inside.

“How’d it get locked, anyway?” Marvin asked.

“This, I think.” Schneep reached to the side, grabbing something and holding it up. A small wooden doll with jointed limbs, easily held in one hand. One of the doll’s own hands had a stick with a key duct-taped to it. “Jameson used this to lock it from within.”

Chase blinked. “Right. His powers aren’t just for people, also people-shaped things.”

“Yes, exactly.” Schneep stepped to the side. “Well... come in. A-and do be careful.”

The curtains were drawn in here, so as soon as everyone had filed in, Chase turned on the overhead light. The room was bigger than Jameson’s though only by a little. The floor was wooden but covered with a large circular rug with a pattern of white and purple concentric rings. A black metal bed with blue blankets sat pushed up next to the window, neatly made. There was a white desk with a closed laptop, a stack of notebooks, and pencils in a cup. And the walls were covered in two types of posters: vintage movie posters advertising the great films of the past, or superhero posters showing Heroes and villains duking it out. Jackie’s eyes were also drawn to one thing on the wall in particular: a flag with blue, pink, and white stripes.

Schneep noticed where Jackie was looking. “Ah. Yes, Dahlia was—Dahlia is the same,” he said. “But in the other direction. She and Jameson are twins. Identical in theory, fraternal in practice, as they said.” He chuckled.

“O-oh.” Jackie laughed a little. “That’s... that’s funny to think about.”

“This isn’t as dusty as the workspace,” Chase muttered, running a hand along the top of a nearby white dresser.

“I guess JJ took care of it... for a while,” Marvin said. He picked up something from the dresser Chase had touched: a wooden clock carved to look like a rabbit. “Heh. Cute.”

“Well... let’s look around, then,” Schneep said. “Ah, I will get the drawers, Jackie, you look around the bed, Marvin you search the desk, and Chase, check the closet.”

They all mumbled agreements and split up. Jackie stopped next to the bed, looking it over. It didn’t feel right to take apart someone’s bed, much less while they were in the hospital. But it was probably fine to check underneath. He got close to the floor and peered into the dark gap. He could see boxes and folded blankets. But in front of those was... something else. Something curved, with a fluffy bit sticking out. Jackie reached in and grabbed the item, pulling it out. A hat. A black hat with a blue feather, sort of Three Musketeers style.

...No way. This... had to be part of a costume or something.

Jackie set the hat on the bed and kept feeling around in the spot where it had been. He found a stack of cloth and what felt like a pair of boots. Quickly, he pulled this all out as well and put it on the bed. He unfolded the clothes, laying them out on top of the blanket. All black and blue, Victorian-inspired clothing with a short cape and a cloth mask meant to cover the lower half of one’s face.

“No...” Jackie whispered. “No fucking way. H-holy shit, this... this... Guys?”

“What is it?” Schneep asked. Marvin and Chase also stopped their searches and looked at Jackie.

“This... Is this what I think it is?” Jackie held up the hat and gestured at the rest of the costume. The suit.

Marvin’s eyes widened. He shut the desk drawer he had open and hurried over. “That’s not—not really it, is it?” he asked, awe in his voice. “That has to be like—like a-a costume or something, maybe she was a fan, I mean, look at all these posters—”

Schneep and Chase joined them, and Schneep picked up the top part of the suit. “I... Dahlia was not the type to wear costumes casually,” he said slowly. “On Halloween, yes, but... I-I do not understand. What is this?”

Jackie laughed. “I think it’s pretty clear what it is. This is Timekeeper’s suit. The coolest superhero this side of France. It’s just—just under her bed.”

Chase reached over and grabbed the hat from Jackie’s hands. Ignoring Jackie’s offended shout, he turned it over in his hands. There was a distant look in his eyes. He raised the hat to his face, then lowered it. “It... smells like dust...” he muttered. “Like... concrete and wood. Disaster.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“Chase, are you okay?” Schneep asked.

“Huh? I-I’m fine.”

“Then... why are you crying?” Jackie asked quietly.

Chase touched his face, catching a tear as it fell. “I-I don’t know. It... it feels like... there’s something... I feel like I’m forgetting something again...”

Marvin looked over the suit. “Hey. There are... rips in the fabric.” He gestured at spots on the pants and cape. Jackie hadn’t noticed it before, but yes, the suit was a bit beat up. And as Schneep put the top back down, he looked down at his hands to see gray dust on them.

Jackie reached out and felt the suit, just as Marvin did the same. “Feels gritty.”

“Yes.” Marvin nodded. “Henrik... you said that... Dahlia was in the same incident Chase was. Where the buildings came down. Wasn’t that... one of the last fights Timekeeper was seen in? Maybe the last fight?”

Silence. Slowly, Schneep nodded, eyes going wide.

“W-well... that would explain why this looks familiar,” Chase said, holding up the hat. He reluctantly put it back down on the bed. “Maybe I saw Timekeeper that day.”

“But I-I don’t understand,” Schneep said. “Timekeeper is a—”

“A guy?” Jackie interrupted. “Yeah. Physically.” He pointed at the flag on the wall.

Marvin laughed. “What a way to hide your identity.”

“Yeah. I guess Dahlia wasn’t concerned with her super identity matching her normal one. Or at least, not as much as I am, hah.”

“B-but I don’t—” Schneep cut himself off and threw his hands in the air. “Verdammt! Why are both my cousins supers?!”

“Oh you’re one to talk, Specter,” Jackie pointed out. “What are the odds of all three of you having powers?”

“Not too low, actually,” Marvin mused. “Research shows that superpowers have a genetic factor—”

“So, we’re all in agreement, then?” Chase asked. “Dahlia is Timekeeper. And she’s also Jameson’s sister—who he didn’t tell any of us about. That’s what’s happening?”

“Yeah, I... I guess.” Jackie ran a hand through his hair. This was all... so much to process. This whole time, his superhero role model was related to one of his friends. And that friend became a supervillain. What the fuck was his life?

“Well, that probably makes this important.” Chase pointed at the closet. “I was about to tell you guys this before Jackie showed us the supersuit, but... there’s a tape in there labeled ‘play if I die.’”

That snapped Jackie back to reality. “What? A tape? Like a video tape?”

“Yeah. There’s also—uh, just come see.” Chase walked back over to the open closet, Frosty by his side. The others followed. He pushed aside some dresses and gestured at the floor.

Jackie crouched down. On the floor of the closet was an old mini TV with a built-in tape player, a heavy-looking old camera, two shoe boxes with writing on the side in permanent marker... and, on top of those shoe boxes, a black videotape. He grabbed it and stood up. “Doesn’t exactly say ‘play if I die,’” he corrected. Schneep and Marvin leaned over each of his shoulders, looking. There was white masking tape across the top of the cassette. Black marker words were squished across the surface. ‘Play if something happens to me,’ it read.

“Oh, right, but it’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Chase said.

“No, it’s really not.” Jackie turned the tape over—and saw more masking tape with words. ‘Or if something happens to me,’ these ones read. They were in different handwriting.

“That is Jameson’s writing.” Schneep tapped the ‘Or if something happens to me’ message. “The other one is Dahlia’s—though I confess I have not seen her writing as much as his.”

“Well, something certainly happened to both of them,” Marvin pointed out.

“Yes, we should watch it,” Schneep said. “Chase, is there anything else in here that would help?”

“Well I haven’t checked the shoeboxes,” Chase said. “I mean... They’re at kind of an awkward angle for me. I only read the writing on the tape cause it was facing up.”

“Right, right.” Schneep nodded. He got down to the ground and pulled the shoeboxes closer. “This one on the bottom is labeled ‘Childhood Videos’ and this one on the top is... and I am reading this directly, ‘Adult Videos (but not like that! I mean we’re grown up in them).’” He chuckled fondly.

“We can leave the childhood videos for now,” Jackie said, not wanting to pry too much into the Jacksons’ lives. “But the, uh, not-childhood videos might be useful.”

“Say what they’re called, coward,” Marvin said jokingly.

“Just cause you asked I won’t,” Jackie said, also jokingly. “Look, let’s just drag all this out. Chase can’t really sit on the floor to watch them.”

A couple minutes later, they’d taken the old TV and the box of ‘not-childhood videos’ and moved them over to the bed. They had to do some moving, taking the stuff off the bedside table and moving that over and plugging the TV in. But once it was done, all four of them were sitting on the side of the bed. It was a bit crowded. But nobody said anything. “Okay... I have rewound the tape to the start,” Schneep said, leaning forward with his hands on the TV’s buttons. “Are we ready?”

Everyone nodded silently.

“Okay.” Schneep took a deep breath, and pressed play, leaning back so the others could see.

The tape stalled for a while, showing just a blue screen, before static gave way to a close-up of a bright blue eye, framed by mascaraed lashes. “Gah! Shit.” a voice said. Then  the scene shifted. The camera was now placed on a flat surface—judging by the background, it was the desk in this very room. A woman was standing in frame. The resemblance to JJ and Schneep was clear. She had the same sort of build, if maybe more feminine, and the same brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was done in a curled style reaching down to her shoulder blades. She wore a white tank top with a semi-translucent purple button-up over it. She took a deep breath, then smiled at the camera. “Hi. My name is Dahlia Jackson. But you might know me by another name. I am Timekeeper.”

Jackie inhaled sharply. It was one thing to piece it together from the suit under the bed, it was another to hear it from someone’s mouth—even if it was through a recording. His eyes glanced down at the date in the corner. January 1st, three years ago. Only about a few months before Timekeeper vanished.

“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Dahlia continued on screen. “‘Whaaat? This lady is Timekeeper! But that’s not possible! Timekeeper’s a man!’ Well, you know, you shouldn’t make assumptions about people.” She laughed. “I’m uh...” Hesitation. Jackie recognized it on her face. He knew this sort of pause very well. “I make sure that everyone thinks I’m a man when out taking care of stuff. I figured, the whole point about a secret identity is that it’s secret, and what’s a better way to hide it than make people think you’re another gender?” Another laugh. “But now you’re thinking ‘what proof do you have? This recording could be edited!’ Well, no, it couldn’t be. That’s why it’s on a tape. So that everyone who watches this will know that this isn’t fake.”

Dahlia stepped up to the camera, grabbing something from behind it. A ceramic mug with a Christmas theme. “Observe,” she said. And she raised the cup over her head and dropped it.

It only fell about a foot before its fall visibly slowed, losing momentum until it stopped mid-air. Dahlia stepped to the side and waved her hand above and below the suspended mug. “See? Not edited. And no trick wires or anything. This is my power.”

“Holy shit,” Marvin whispered. Jackie glanced away from the TV for a moment to look at the others. They were all shocked, Schneep the most of all. Although, there was something else in Chase’s face. Something like... concentration. Like he was trying to... remember something.

On screen, Dahlia grabbed the mug out of midair and set it back on the desk. “I’m making this video because...” She paused, several emotions struggling on her face. “Well, I-I realized that... that if something happens to me, no one will know. If Dahlia Jackson gets in an accident or something, the public will wonder about Timekeeper. And if Timekeeper gets... hurt... in battle, my friends won’t know why Dahlia suddenly disappeared. This is for that. I’m trusting this to my—to a family member of mine.” She froze. “Maybe I shouldn’t’ve—Should I start ov—No, no, i-it’s fine. Probably.”

“She means Jameson,” Schneep whispered.

“If something happens to me as Timekeeper, he’ll play this for the people who know Dahlia,” she continued. “And if something happens to Dahlia, I’ve asked him to give it to... some authority figure. The media. Maybe the police. Not the League, please.” She laughed. Maybe that was a nervous habit of hers. “But... yeah. I’m Dahlia Jackson, and I’m Timekeeper.” She tossed the mug in the air. Its flight stopped suddenly, shortly before it reached its apex.

“People are always curious about our origins.” She kept going with the mug hanging there. “Mine is... unusual. In a way. Um... nobody knows this, not even most of my family, but my mother had superpowers. Not much, really. She could conjure these strings out of thin air. They didn’t really do anything but glow slightly, so she just used them to sew stuff up. Special stuff. Like my first dress. Or a plush animal she and Dad sent to relatives living out of country—”

Schneep inhaled sharply.

“—or like, good luck socks.” Dahlia grinned, but there was some sadness to it. “She was born with it. Said it came from her father, whose guitar was stringed with superpowers. And, ah...” She looked unsure for the first time. “I have... another close family member... with powers like Mum’s. He can make strings like her, but um... Anyway, I grew up knowing two people who could do these amazing things, but I was just not all that special. My dad wasn’t super, but he was very smart and talented. Felt kind of... strange, just being there. I wanted to do something great. But, uh, I-I didn’t get my wish the way I wanted to.”

Dahlia took a deep breath. “When I was about ten years old, some burglars broke into my family’s shop. We lived in a flat right above it, so the burglars came right upstairs. They ordered my parents to open the safe down in the shop. Mum and Dad didn’t want to, of course, so there was a bit of a scuffle. One of them threatened me and my... my brother. He tried to protect me, using—he tried to protect me, but one of them had a knife. He turned and whirled on my brother... and...” Her eyes went distant. “...the burglar tried to kill him. I-it was bad. I screamed, knowing, even as a kid, that the chance of coming back from that was rare, needing to stop it, to stop everything—and so, everything did stop. It all froze. The living room of our flat caught in a single moment of time, with just me.” She forced a smile on her face. “A-and ever since then, I’ve had some control over the flow of time.”

Behind her, the mug paused in midair suddenly fell with a loud clatter. She jumped a little, turning to look at it. “Shit,” she whispered. Then turned back. “W-well, I might have to clean something up, so I’ll hurry. Why did I decide to become Timekeeper? It’s... quite simple, really. Because it’s hard for a ten-year-old b—girl to forget the sight of a man trying to kill her brother. I never wanted anyone else to have to go through that. No other kid has to live through something so harrowing. So, as soon as I left uni, I began preparing. And not long after that, when I was sure that I could support a secret identity and a hero identity... I went out into the world.” Her eyes flashed with determination. “If I could save just one person, it would be worth it. But I wasn’t going to stop at one. I-I know it’s probably impossible for one person to save everyone from everything... but I can save a lot. And I’m going to. I promise, as long as I am Timekeeper, I will not quit.” A wan smile crossed her face. “Hopefully this tape will never be shared. But if it is, I want anyone watching to know that, okay? This is what I wanted to do. And I will have no regrets.”

Dahlia let out a long breath, then stepped up to the camera, picking it up. She fiddled with it a bit, then the scene suddenly switched—

Schneep leaned forward and paused the tape. “I-I am sorry, I—I need a minute.” There were tears in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Y-yeah, of course.” Chase nodded. “Take as much time as you need, doc.”

“Yes.” Schneep pulled his glasses off and stood up, walking out of the room’s open door and turning out of sight.

Jackie leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. Oh. There were glow-in-the-dark stars above the bed. He stared at them, finding patterns in the random design. So. That was Timekeeper. That was Jameson’s sister. He understood why Jameson wouldn’t tell any of them about her. Was Jameson proud of his sister? He had to be. Jackie would be. But why hadn’t he shared the tape like Dahlia wanted? People had been wondering about Timekeeper ever since he—she—disappeared. Maybe... maybe Jameson thought she would pull through. Even after all this time. Maybe he just believed in his sister that much.

A couple minutes later, Schneep walked back in. His eyes were red. He sat down again, put his glasses back on, and asked, “So, are we ready to continue?”

“If you are,” Marvin said in an unusually gentle tone.

“Y-yes, I am.” And before they could say anything more, Schneep reached forward and pressed play again.

The date in the corner read August 23 of this year. The camera was moving so much that it was hard to tell what was happening. Until, eventually, it settled. It was placed on a wooden surface—the coffee table in the living area downstairs. The camera was pointed at the TV, filming nothing of significance. Until a hand came into view. A hand holding a phone with tape over the camera.

“JJ,” Jackie realized, recognizing his phone. “Wait, he doesn’t usually have his camera taped up, does he?”

“I do not think so,” Schneep muttered.

The phone and the camera were tilted this way and that until the camera could see what was on the phone without the light from the screen blinding it. This was a text message conversation between JJ and a number labeled Unknown. Quickly, Marvin reached over and paused the tape. “Let’s look at that,” he said, and started reading out loud.

I have another special target for you. 

Is it less dangerous than the last one?

About the same. Just expect to get burned instead of frozen. He will be in the Impressionist Exhibit at the Daindover Fine Arts Museum, at 1:15 AM exactly this coming Saturday night.

Marvin stopped reading, going pale. “That’s—that’s me. Th-they’re talking about me.”

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“I’m fine,” Marvin said hurriedly. He played the tape again.

Jameson’s phone disappeared from the screen for a moment. Then it reappeared with a new message on screen, sent from him. Almost immediately, the Unknown number sent a reply. Marvin paused to read aloud some more.

What if I can’t do this? This is a lot to ask.

You know what will happen if you can’t. Don’t you need her? Don’t you care about her? Or have you grown callous? After only twenty days? I thought you were a kinder man than that, Mr. Jackson.

“...no,” Schneep whispered, shocked. “This can’t be—” His fists clenched. “Keep going.”

Marvin played it again. Once more, the phone disappeared and then came into view with new messages. Pause, read out loud.

I’ll do it. But I want you to know you are a plague on this city.

I prefer to think of myself as the opposite. An Anti-Virus, if you will. Ha ha ha. But if you are concerned about a plague of puppets now, you should save that worry for later.

As soon as Marvin played the tape again, a new message appeared, making him pause it immediately.

Why is your phone camera covered?

Jackie shivered. “This person can see through JJ’s phone camera?” His tone was hushed, as if scared this mystery person could see them right now. “Keep going!”

Marvin nodded, pressing play again. Instantly, things changed. The camera view flew backwards, the screen becoming a blur of colors and then going dark, a bit of reddish light along one edge. Jameson had just thrown the camera onto the sofa. Silence followed for a while. The group of four waited with baited breath. Until, finally, they heard footsteps. The camera view shifted, brightening again. It was pointed at the ground. Jameson’s shoes came in and out of frame as he walked across the floor. The creak of a door. The floor changed from wood planks to tiles. And then the camera lifted upright again.

Jameson was in the apartment’s bathroom. The camera was pointed at the mirror, showing both it and Jameson in the reflection. He looked... scared. His eyes darted back to the door, then back to the mirror again. He picked something up off the counter and held it up. A notepad. A notepad with writing on it. Instantly, Marvin paused the video again and read what was written.

About one month ago I got a mysterious phone call. The robotic voice on the other end said it had kidnapped my sister Dahlia from the hospital where she was resting in a coma.

Play. Jameson put down the notebook, camera jostling, and turned the page. He held it up again. Pause.

When I checked with the hospital Dahlia was not there. Their records showed that she had been transferred but the doctor in charge was not notified. I sent an email to the new hospital. It never made it. I was instead emailed by this stranger again.

Play. Jameson turned the page again. Pause.

They refused to identify themselves, but sent a picture of Dahlia. There was a newspaper with that day’s date. They said they knew about my powers. And that if I wanted Dahlia to live, I would do what they said.

Play. Another page turn. Pause.

I cannot let anything happen to Dahlia. If you watched the first part of this tape, you know why. She is not just my sister. She is a hero. People need her. So I agreed. If you’re watching this, I have probably been arrested. Know it was not my idea.

Play. Another page turn. Pause.

I think this stranger is a super with technopathy. They can see me through any modern camera and monitor my activity online. But I don’t think they can access this old videotape model. So I record it here. Find them. Stop them. They have a plan and will not stop if something happens to me.

Play. One last page.

I have to continue to play along. They will get rid of me if I become reluctant. But I might break one day. I’m sorry, Dahlia. I’m sorry, my friends. I’m sorry, everyone.

With tears in his eyes, Jameson lowered the camera and the notebook. The tape abruptly stopped and the TV returned to its blank blue screen.

The four of them sat there, faces bathed in the blue light, all absolutely shocked. “Holy shit,” Chase whispered.

“I’m going to kill them,” Schneep whispered. His voice strengthened. “I am going to find that motherfucker and I am going to kill them for what they’ve done to my cousins. I am going to strangle them with my bare hands and watch the light leave their fucking eyes—”

“But how are you going to do that?” Marvin asked, looking at him. “They only contacted JJ through electronics.”

“Messages can be traced!” Schneep shouted, standing up.

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’d let that happen.” Marvin stood as well. “This super is probably whoever was remotely accessing the Puppeteer mask. The one actually doing the talking.” Marvin looked at Jackie. “The same person who edited my warning email to you. If they can do that, they can probably make sure their communications are untraceable.”

“What’s technopathy, by the way?” Chase asked.

“Oh. It means they can control technology in some way,” Marvin explained. “Either the physical machinery or the programming and stuff. Hardware or software. Sounds like this guy is software-based.”

Jackie shook his head and got to his feet. “This is it!” he said excitedly. “This is what we came here for! I-it’s the evidence that’ll prove JJ was innocent in all this! Or, more innocent, at least. If he was being blackmailed his ass is covered under the law! Not even the Super Laws, just the law. I don’t know if he can get free entirely but he’ll at least be going somewhere other than the Vault, a-and for much shorter, too!” He ejected the tape and grabbed it. “I-I gotta take this to the League—”

“Um—” Marvin coughed. “You probably shouldn’t do that. And I’m not just saying that cause I hate the League. Don’t you remember what Dahlia said?”

“Yeah, even I remember,” Chase said. “She definitely said she didn’t want JJ to take the tape to the League if she disappeared.”

“I—Okay, well, the regular police, then,” Jackie said.

“Are you sure?” Schneep asked. “This is the only tape we have. Do we want to hand it over to anyone? What if something happens to it? Is there—is there a way to copy video tapes? There must be, yes?”

Jackie frowned. “That’s a good point... But what about this mystery super? The real Puppeteer. This... Anti-Virus, they called themself that in the message. If JJ’s right and they can watch through cameras, we don’t want to leave the tape anywhere they can see it.”

“I have people I can ask about this stuff,” Marvin volunteered. “The Dismantler and her family are really good with tech.”

“Okay, you ask them, then.” Jackie looked at the TV and the shoebox of other video tapes. “What do we do with all this stuff? Should one of us take it home?”

“I dunno if there’s room for it in our place,” Chase muttered.

“I can store it somewhere,” Schneep said. “I can take the tapes now then come back for the television and camera later.”

Jackie nodded. “Okay. That works out.” He paused. “Can I at least tell the League I have evidence that JJ is innocent? Do you think I can do that?” A nervous breeze ruffled the curtains. He really, really wanted to get started on this process as soon as possible. The less time JJ spent in prison, the better.

Marvin sighed. “I don’t know, Windstorm. Use your best judgment. Do you think it’ll help? Really?”

“I...” Jackie swallowed nervously. “I have to try. For JJ. For both of them.”

“Course you do.” A smile flickered around Marvin’s face. “Well. I guess I’ll be leaving, then. Seems like we’ve found what we needed.”

“Yeah, Jackie, it’s getting late.” Chase pointed out the window. The sky was the orange of sunset. “We should get home.”

Jackie nodded. “You’re right. I-I need the Red Line to contact the League anyway, and I left that in my room.”

Schneep bent over and picked up the box of tapes. “So... we will all be leaving, then.”

“Mm-hmm.” Jackie paused. “Uh, Schneep. If you need anything... you can ask me anytime.”

Schneep locked eyes with him. “What I need most is my family home safe. But I think you are already working on that, yes?”

“...yeah,” Jackie whispered.

“Keep in contact with me. If there is any news with the tape, or the League, or the police, you call me first.”

“Don’t give too much away in texts or phone calls,” Marvin said. “I don’t... I don’t think they’re secure.”

Once upon a time, Jackie would’ve called him paranoid. But now he nodded, thinking about this other super who’d watched and controlled JJ for so long. Anti-Virus. That’s what they’d call them. “We’ll talk about big stuff in person.”

“Well... great, then.” Chase, with Frosty’s help, stood up. “Let’s get out of here. It feels... wrong to be in this room. Maybe even in this building.”

Jackie had to agree. Somehow, it felt disrespectful.

The group quickly dispersed, going their separate ways. Jackie remained quiet on the train ride home. His head was still spinning with everything that happened. The videotape was in his hoodie pocket, a square shape against the fabric. He kept one hand on it at all times. This was the key. The Jacksons wanted their story known. Some way or another, he would make sure it was shared.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #jackieboy man #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #antisepticeye #brigid writes fanfiction #septicheroesau

[sebeth]

Legion of Super-Heroes #5 (Bendis)

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

The issue picks up where the previous issue ended: the confrontation with the Science Police. Brainiac 5 convinces the Science Police to stand down. Superboy (Jon) is told to finish the orientation packet.

The Legion speculates on why the President of the United Planets sicced the police on the Legion. Is it because of Mordru? Aquaman’s Trident? Imprisoning the ruler of Rimbor in their basement? A combination of all three?

Shadow Lass talks trash about the Invisible Kid. Jacques Foccart, the “Invisible Gentleman” is sick of the disrespect and quits the Legion. Bendis included an actual canon person of color only to have them appear and quit in one panel? Was there a point to this?

Jacques was never a favorite of mine mostly because he was relegated to the back to mutter a random French phrase. I did enjoy Jacques’ role in the “5 Years Later” era. He became a respected leader of the resistance and had an adorable relationship with Infectious Lass. I would love to see more of that Jacques.

Brainy sends Ultra Boy, Dawnstar, and Shadow Lass to find the Trident. Jo isn’t happy because he wants to remain and deal with his father. Brainy tells the group that if they see Timber Wolf, Monster Boy, or Wildfire to grab them. I’m pretty sure we saw either Timber Wolf or Monster Boy a few pages ago. The Legionnaire had the colors of Timber Wolf and the chest symbol vaguely looked like Brin’s. The person’s build was too bulky for Brin and his head had a Frankenstein-type appearance so I’m assuming it was Monster Boy.

Brainy confronts Chameleon Boy on his secret: Reep’s mother is the president of the United Planets. This has roots in previous continuities as Reep was revealed to be the son of RJ Brande’s son (the Legion’s founder and financial backer) in the original version. RJ Brande also served as the President of the United Planets (the reboot if I remember correctly). Bendis may have also taken inspiration form Lyle Norg’s story in the threeboot – he was revealed to be the son of a high-ranking Science Police officer during a SP-Legion confrontation.

Reep says he has a complicated relationship with his mother, but they are on speaking terms. He just wanted to get out from under her reputation.

We turn to Bouncing Boy and Superboy. Chuck reveals his father was trash. Did we know much of Chuck’s parents in the previous continuities.

Jon resumes Computo’s orientation program. We witness the UP President announcing the formation of the Legion of Super-Heroes. Oh, and we discover the President’s name is R.J. Brande. RJ is female instead of male as in the previous continuities, but does gender mean much to a race of shape-shifters?

RJ references previous heroic teams like the Justice League and the Teen Titans. Crav the General Nah and President Omacc of Rimbor aren’t fans of the idea. Is Ommac a reference to OMAC? OMAC, or One Man Army Corps, started out as a Jack Kirby creation. It was not part of the Fourth World/New Gods line but one of his sci-fi flavored ideas like Ben Boxer and Kamandi.

OMAC was radically altered when it was part of the “Infinite Crisis” tie-ins. They were multiple OMAC machine-like beings. Sasha Bordeaux (Bruce Wayne’s former bodyguard) was partially changed into an OMAC. The New 52 had a version of OMAC but I never read it so I don’t know the details.

Does President Omacc or Braal now have connections to OMAC? Do we need another connection to the 20th/21st century?

RJ pitches the idea to Imra, Garth, and Rokk. Garth has no idea who the Justice League is as “They don’t teach any Earth on my planet”.  Rokk fanboys out: “The original Superman and the Batman from Planet Gotham. And there was a Thangarian classic with those awesome wings.” Rokk’s knowledge makes sense as he was a big-time 20th/21st century historian in previous continuities.

Garth also notes his planet “barely teach us to read our first language”. I don’t recall illiteracy being a problem on Winath in previous era. Mostly I recall a twins-majority population and a focus on agriculture.

RJ notes Jon Kent invented the United Planets. Do you know how old Jon would have to be to have formed the United Planets? I understand the lifespan of a Kryptonian varies from the different eras but Jon would be ancient. And why are the Legion allowing Jon to view this? Wouldn’t that be an outside source influencing the course of his life? I seem to recall the Legion not telling Clark of his life in the past so they wouldn’t impact the course of his 20th century life.

Rokk, Imra, and Garth agree to form the Legion. Sgt Blokk of the Science Police walks by and Rokk offers him membership. Blokk agrees. I’m not positive he is aware of what he agrees to.

I love Blok, he’s so sweet, gentle, and endlessly curious about those weirdo organic beings he hangs with.

The trio then travels to Colu to recruit Brainiac 5 (Querl Dox).

 Brainy agrees and reveals his knowledge of the past heroic era impacts the future. I’m not typing out the whole page of dialogue but I will this quote: “When earth broke into pieces so did its already rebooted and revised history and timeline. Earth could not be more important to us and our survival and yet…it’s all broken. To be translated, interpreted, misinterpreted.”

I could rant on the hot mess that is DC’s continuity but I’ll save that for another post.

Brainy announces Jon Kent is the one to teach them how to hero. Seriously? I understand Bendis was writing the Superman titles at the time but Jon is not at the point in his career where he could be a mentor to other heroes. He’s still a rookie himself

Brainy reveals Jon will be “the one true Superman”  Yeah, that Clark guy? He’s nothing!

Jon is overwhelmed after this info dump. Imra attempts to reassure Jon but is interrupted by Brainy announcing: “All legionnaires! They found the Trident! It’s here. Evacuate immediately!”

Legion Roster Formation Order:

Cosmic Boy (founder)

Saturn Girl (founder)

Lightning Lad (founder)

Blok

Brainiac 5

The big change is Blok joining the group immediately after its formation. In the original continuity, he was a late Silver Age/early Bronze Age addition.

Pros:

Rokk the 20th/21st Century historian-fanboy!

Blokk! More child-like than normal but still a sweet, gentle soul.

Cons:

The heavy focus on “Jon the savior”. Bendis is telling, not showing, why Jon is necessary. The only thing Jon has done so far is knock out Crav – which Mon-El accomplished in a previous issue.

Rokk as uncertain leader. He was useless in the Legion-Science Police showdown. Bendis should read the Threeboot to see how Cosmic Boy handles the Science Police.

The story moves at a snail pace. I know Bendis loves the decompression style but this would have been accomplished in less than two issues in the 1980s.

Paul Levitz’s retro-boot run wasn’t great but all future Legion creators should refer to his classic runs on the Legion to see how he seamlessly interwove a large cast with multiple plots and kept the plots moving at a fast pace. He also had great character interactions and defined personalities for the members of the team.

#legion of super heroes #legion of super-heroes #losh #lsh #superboy #brainiac 5 #chameleon boy #rj brande #united planets #jon kent #ultra boy #jo nah #blok #cosmic boy #lightning lad #saturn girl #rokk krinn #garth ranzz #imra ardeen #crav nah #querl dox #dc comics #dcu

[skyefullofdaisies]

Season 2 hasn’t even dropped yet & Twitter is an infighting mess with Team 🖤 and Team 💚. Daemon stans vs Aemond stans. It’s so stupid! Does Team 🖤 “win” in the end? Yeah but R&D are dead. Their traumatized sons lose their entire family and inherit a throne that isn’t wanted with a deep fear of dragons, rightfully so. The dragons suffered horrifically. Rhaenys is dead. Thankfully my bad ass twins survive. Can’t wait to see Rhaena and Baela in action. If I can’t have R&D live and be happy at least the twins get to live long, happy lives. At least Corlys (sp?) has them.

Alicent survives but look at the cost. All of her children are dead because of her actions. All but one grand baby. I can’t even imagine.

The Aemond/Daemon stans are absolutely vicious for *nothing*. Neither one are heroes. I’m excited for the show to come back but don’t relish interacting with that part of the fandom, lol.

#hotd season 2 #house of the dragon #team black #team green

[bloodyshadow1]

non-bumbleby rwby post for now.

I think Jaune is wrong, or misunderstood what happened.  I think Lewis is the one who escaped the everafter and Alyx was the one who sacrificed herself for her brother to get out.  Not a lot of evidence on this since we only found out Lewis (sp?) existed this episode, but more speculation.  there are 4 more episodes I  believe, I don’t think the story would just give away a piece of itself here instead of later. 

Also the Alice in Wonderland book was written by Lewis Carrol which would make sense to make Lewis the one who told the story of his sister when he got back to Remanent and made her the hero.  Not to mention that even if Alyx was an evil child in Jaune’s eyes, I could see Alyx loving her brother.  We have a lot of different sibling relationships in RWBY, from yang and ruby, weiss and winter, the gods, most of them have been at least centered on love even if they’re on opposite sides.

Maybe Alyx left the Everafter sacrificing her brother and made herself out to be the hero of the story when she was more the villain who won in the end.  But that seems too straight forward for me. I could also see a brother who just learned that his sister sacrificed herself for him to smooth out his sister’s more unsavory characteristics. I also think Alyx is going to be still in the everafter somewhere changed so I think that’s the case

My brother thinks Alyx might be the blacksmith ruby saw, changed by the tree, not sure if I agree but I thought it should be here

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9 #rwby speculation #alyx rwby #lewis rwby #rwby meta

[gardenfaerie222]

A Bouquet of Violets: Chapter 1

Pairing: Feysand

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Feyre is an undercover officer in PPD’s vice squad. Rhys is a mobster who runs a nightclub named velaris lounge. The police need evidence of his illegal transport of drugs and weapons, what they don’t know is no amount of evidence will ever bring him down.

Content Warning: Assult Mentioned, Violence, Domestic Violence, Cursing, Mental Health

“Fey…re…?”

“F…eyre?”

“Feyre?”

“oh, I’m sorry,” Feyre blinked, “what was the question?”

“How are you handling everything?” The therapist asked her, and Feyre stared at her blankly. How was she handling everything? What was everything? The man she killed a few months ago, her partner setting her up to be assaulted only to get herself killed? Of course, the therapist was only asking about one of those things. It was assumed when she was found that something had been attempted, but she refused a rape kit and told them she was fine, even with the ripped tights bundled deep into the back of her closet. She thought she might burn then, but who knows if nylon is even flammable. She could probably google it, but what was the bother.

The therapist was staring at her expectantly, and Feyre realized she still hadn’t answered the question that had already been repeated to her, “I’m fine, eveything’s going well,” she smiled, trying to force it to reach her eyes. Her therapist didn’t look convinced, and Feyre didn’t blame her. She looked terrible. She had lost weight, already previously being petite it did nothing to keep her from looking like a skeleton or a scarecrow. Her hair was flat and dull, looking more like mud then the bronzy gold it had been previously. Her skin was sallow, and pale, her eyes rimmed in a nasty purple. She looked like she hadn’t slept in months, probably because she hadn’t. Every time she tried she dreamed of a nameless, quite literally faceless, man staring at her. Asking her why she did it, running his hands up and down her legs, finishing what he had tried to start. It terrified her, startling her awake. The bouts of nausea after her nightmares half convinced her something from her dream was true, that maybe she compartmentalized, and that she was pregnant. That test scared her more than any siren did, even if they still make her flinch.

The case into what happened with Amarantha and her, and was she assumed was an assignment from vice had been dragging. Internal affairs ordered her to attend these therapy sessions, among a million interviews about what had happened. Of course, what Amarantha had done wasn’t a part of any investigation. She was corrupt. Feyre was quickly finding out, the whole Prythian Police Department was. Amarantha was being hailed as a hero, even if her and the IA officers all knew the case they were “working” wasn’t exactly above board. It left a sour taste in her mouth to see the woman who let her be drugged, and was going to let some man assault her under the pretense of doing her job, be buried with honors and her photo hung in the precinct.

None of this Feyre could tell the woman in front of her, as she offered a smile that probably looked more like a grimace, “Really, everything’s going well, I have a great support system.”

Another lie, her support system consisted of her fiance, Tamlin, and no one else. Feyre’s sisters didn’t talk to her anymore, she probably hadn’t heard from them in almost half a decade. Not since she graduated college and moved in with Tamlin. She could still hear them telling her not to, not to move away from them, not to move in with him. She didn’t see what they saw then, that Tamlin was crazy, controlling, and heading down the path of physical abuse. He hit her, but occasionally she’d end up with bruises on her arms in the shape of fingers, and much more frequently, with drywall in her hair from where he’d punch the wall next to her head. She hated when he was like that, he scared her. Anger flashing in his eyes, his jaw gnashing like a wild beast, spit flying. He’d probably kill her someday, she didn’t know if she’d stop him.

“Feyre, I can’t help you, unless you help you,” Her therapist eyed her over glasses, but Feyre kept the smile plastered on her face.

“The best thing for me is to get back to work,” Her therapist didn’t seem to believe her, but Feyre finally got the stamp she was waiting on. She was fit to return to work. She actually really did like her therapist, and maybe if it wasn’t ordered by internal affairs, Feyre really could have utilized the resource. She wished she could talk about her nightmares, and the fact that she killed someone, the fact that she’s happy Amarantha died. God, she felt like a terrible person. The walk out to the parking lot, and the drive back to her house, she felt dread settle in her stomach. She got to return to work, which was great, but her coworkers weren’t the most accepting. It also didn’t help that after Amarantha’s death she got a good idea of who was corrupt and who wasn’t. One heavily outweighed the other.

Could she really even judge the other corrupt officers when she knew she was a murderer? It was a dilemma she dealt with daily since the incident. She thought she was a good person, and she thought the man she killed was a bad person, but she was biased. Of course, she thought she was a good person, who actually thinks they’re a bad person? At the same time, how could someone who drugged and assaulted women think they’re a good person? That’s the question. There’s plenty of stories on the news excusing rapist, and even more podcasts and videos online saying men couldn’t help themselves. Maybe they really did think they were good people.

Feyre shrugged off that train of thought as she pulled into the driveway of the house she shared with Tamlin. She glanced at his car sitting in the spot next to her and steadied her mind for a moment before pushing the car door open and stepping out. It took her less time than she wished to get to the front door, turn the key, and step in, “Tam? I’m home,” She called out, plopping her bag down next to the door and kicking off her shoes.

“How’d it go?” He called back to her, but she didn’t miss the slight mockery in his tone as he appeared in the doorframe of his office.

“It was fine, we just talked about Am a little bit,” She responded, admittedly glazing over most of the appointment since she herself wasn’t really paying attention.

“I don’t know why they’re making you do that,” Tamlin scoffed, moving across the foyer into the kitchen to lean against the counter.

“I don’t know Tam, maybe because my partner was murdered while we were on a job? They seem to think that might be a little traumatizing, not to mention everything else,” She rolled her eyes, knowing full well she had developed an anxiety disorder and PTSD. Her therapist had told her as much.

“Yeah, right,” He scoffed, crossing his arms, “You and Amarantha went out, off the job, you let some guy touch all over you and she got shot, you weren’t even there when she got shot what do you even need therapy for?”

“That’s not how it works,” Feyre snapped back, her eyes blazing, “I was fucking drugged Tamlin, I have no idea what happened when I was out. I didn’t even want to drink, Am made me.”

“Oh, what?” He laughed, “Did she pour the drink down your throat? Hold your nose closed? Be serious, Feyre.”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” Feyre mumbled, turning to walk back toward their bedroom. The first thing she felt was a searing pain in her wrist, making her flinch as she whipped around. Tamlin was holding her arm, tightly.

“Tam,” Feyre whimpered, eyes becoming glassy as he squeezed tighter, “you’re hurting me.”

“You need to show me respect,” He seethed, glowering down at her, “You should thank the stars I didn’t leave you when you cheated on me, and came back all messed up in the head. I’m sticking by your side Feyre, because I love you,” he stroked her cheek with his free hand, but his vice-like grip on her wrist didn’t loosen.

“I am grateful Tam,” She breathed out, eyes watering and a few tears overflowing, “I know this is really hard for you,” she felt bile rise in her throat as she spoke the words.

“Well, I’m glad you understand that,” He smiled at her, but it wasn’t kind as he released her wrist, and she rubbed the sensitive skin.

Feyre braced herself as she let the other shoe drop, ‘I got cleared to return to work.”

“What? Why do you need to go back to work? Especially if you’re so traumatized from your last assignment,” her nostrils flared at the mocking tone he took on when he mentioned her therapy but she stayed silent, taking a breath before formulating a response.

“I love my job Tam, I really want to go back,” She pleaded, “it’ll be good for me to get back into the routine.”

“Whatever Feyre, do whatever you want,” Tamlin rolled his eyes at her, barely glancing at her as he moved to go back into his office, “you never listen to me anyway.”

She didn’t breathe until he closed to door, no matter how small the buffer was, she appreciated it. She went to their room, turning the water as hot as she could tolerate it, stripping off her clothes and glancing at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible, her hips and collar bones protruding, her face gaunt, her healthy glow gone. She glanced away, stepping into the shower and promptly sitting under the practically boiling steam water. She scrubbed her skin till it was pink and raw, and sat until the water turned to ice, she sat until she heard Tamlin come into the bedroom, and knew it would be a long night of playing the dutiful fiance and shooting awake from nightmares with seconds to make it to the bathroom.

“You coming, Feyre?” Tamlin asked her from behind the closed door of the bathroom.

“Yeah, of course, just give me a second,” She called back, wrapping herself in a robe and taking a deep breath to steady herself before opening the door, giving him a soft smile and hiding her bruised wrist behind her back.

#Feysand modern!AU #dark!rhys #feyre is a part vice squad #rhys runs the mob #enemies to lovers #modern!peaky blinders au type beat #peaky fing blinders but bat boys #also the batman! inspired #mostly iceberg lounge #rhys owns the whole city #feylin!DV #who hurt you #I pulled myself from the ground up #bat boys #feyre #feyre acotar #feyre archeron #mor acotar #acotar #rhysand #rhys acotar #azriel acotar #cassian acotar

[joyfuladorable]

What peni's role will be in beyond the spiderverse perhaps beyond will do for peni like what across did for Gwen?

Hmmmm, good question…

Personally, I don’t think it’ll be much more prominent than her role in ITSV, especially now that the team is Bigger. She’ll likely be paired with Margo for tech stuff and then of course probably fall back with Noir and Ham during combat. Spider-Verse has that very fun thing I love in voice direction where it lets the VAs talk over each other and stuff so there’ll probably be a lot of that happening since Spideys are Naturally Chatty. Maybe there’ll also be a convo between Miles and Peni about her dad and how she’ll do everything she can to help Miles save his dad because he has the Chance To. Also Also!! I’m SO excited for whatever action scenes they’re cooking up cuz the team up sequences are Literally some of my Favorite parts of the films and it’ll be awesome seeing the new SP//dr suit in action!!

Now, if you’re asking me my take on how Peni could have a larger role in BTSV, we can dig into it a little.

Imagine the film opening on a computer screen, running calculations after calculations that keep being Rejected. A lone girl is working on a mech, slapping silly stickers where she wants to and letting a Spider crawl around her arms and pointing to equipment and tools she needs. A PA crackles and calls SP//dr to action.

The girl finishes up what she’s doing as Spider skitters to his spot in the mech to start it up. Putting aside the equipment, the girl listens as a man, her Uncle Ben, informs her of the situation. She climbs into the mech, stares for a moment at the computer still rejecting calculations, and lets the hatch close shut.

The console lights up. Music plays, techno pop, the volume low at first as SP//dr swings through the city and confronts a Baddie. All the while, a narration plays:

“My name is Peni Parker. When I was 9, I was bitten by Spider and followed in my father’s footsteps to become SP//dr. I didn’t know he was a hero until the day he died. He was just there, one day, and gone the next and then I met my Aunt May and Uncle Ben for the first time, and they gave me a Choice.

“To be honest, it hadn’t really felt like one.

“I made it work. I had to. What would Oscorp do without its best asset! I did everything I had to and More. I had Ben and May and Spider and that was it. I was alone.

“And then I wasn’t.”

Cuts of ISTV of Peni with everyone.

“Five other Spiders!! And the potential for so many more.”

Cut to Peni returning to her dimension and rebuilding SP//dr. Her working on how to dimension hop willingly. Her meeting Addy and eventually becoming friends.

Her going out with Addy for VE#m’s first real field mission. Her having to Fight VE#m as her Aunt May enters the mech to rescue Addy.

Her opening the mech after the fight and realizing it’s Too Late.

Her huddled on her bed with Spider and going over how to rebuild SP//dr Again.

Then, a portal opens, and Gwen steps out and finally (Finally) Peni isn’t alone again.

“The Spider Society. I thought it was everything we needed. But…”

Canon Events are explained to her. She sees the endless row of Spiders huddling over their dying loved ones and sees herself standing quietly over her father’s grave. She hadn't been with him during his last moments. He’d taken her camping the week before he died and the last thing he’d said to her after dropping her off at school was that “things will be different soon. Better.”

The last words she’d heard from Addy and her Aunt had been of terror. Not goodbyes.

And I’ve mentioned this before, but at first Peni rejects the idea that Things have to go a Certain Way. Cut to her computer that continues reject calculations. Cut to her as techno pop roars and she beats the Baddie.

She gets a message from HQ. Miles has finally (temporarily) been allowed in. They’re going to Explain, and she should be there to help Soften the Blow.

Peni knows it’s not gonna work, but she goes anyways because Miles is her Friend.

“…I was wrong.”

Miles explodes containment with his venom. SP//dr takes a moment too long to right itself and everyone else is already in hot pursuit. She lags behind and eventually stands in the Go Home room and watches Miles escape and Gwen call the Society out.

Peni shares a look with Peter B, with Margo, and then leaves for her dimension. She rips her watch off her wrist and throws it on her workbench as she turns to her computer.

She enters in a new calculation, something she hadn’t thought of before.

Miles was a factor she’d never considered.

The computer hums as Peni fiddles with a different watch with Spider. A “just in case” machine that Hobie had suggested in passing one day.

She slaps it on as a chaotic portal opens up and Gwen waits for her. Peni grabs her jacket and drapes it over her shoulders as she climbs into SP//dr.

The computer beeps.

A probability. A Chance.

Peni smiles and follows after Gwen.

(Imagine Peni handing Miles a new set off web shooters as he adjusts a punk rock dimensional watch on his wrist. She lingers in the moment and tells Miles that if she’d had a chance to save her loved ones, she’d have taken it and done everything she could. She tells him that he’s got the chance and the probability for success is Low, but when has that Ever stopped a Spidey from Trying?

Imagine her confronting Miguel as they hold him down from making Another Mistake. Lyla going over the calculation herself and agreeing. And Peni opening up her mech to look into the eyes of a still mourning father reflected in her gaze as a mourning daughter. “There’s Hope, Miguel. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

And imagine her at the end of it all, coordinating with other tech Spideys to Prevent Tragedies. They’re the good guys. They’re supposed to Help People and they will and they are and This is the feeling of Togetherness Peni was chasing and has finally Caught.)

#spiderverse #peni parker #sp//dr #atsv #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #sea rambles #my writing #kinda lol #I’m this close to actually writing a Spider-Verse Peni backstory #honestly I think Beyond is gonna open with a Miles G Morales intro #also I’ve been rewatching ITSV and it’s So Freakin Good y’all #even better than I remember

[sweetestpopcorn]

If you believe that Daemon considered affairs a normal thing and didn't feel guilty, do you think he also cheated on Laena in canon with Rhaenyra? Most bloggers defend him with "They were faithful pair", only emorional cheating arguments.

🤦🏽‍♀️

Look I don’t know where you got the “SP believes that Daemon considered affairs a normal thing” but unless you can show me where I have said that, please come to me for my opinions, not to asks on other people’s blogs who are talking about me. Much what has been said elsewhere is a complete distortion of my takes and what I have said.

Edit because some people don't understand how the words you use make it that there are different meanings: There is a difference between "considered affairs a normal thing" and "considered himself having an affair because he was a man - and affairs for men in Westeros were nothing anyone would frown at if they were not too over the top (enter Aegon IV) - and he wasn't getting all he wanted at home". The first is a show-only idea introduced by Matt to Renada I see people stating all the time - that everyone had lovers even women - which has no validity in the books. While some women had affairs they were very much hidden and their reputations were tarnished if they were caught. The value almost everyone placed on virginity in asoiaf cannot be overstated. Read one book and you will get what I am talking about. The second idea, however, is supported by the asoiaf books. That for men in Westeros an affair was neither a big problem nor something that would mean they didn't love their lady wives -> e.g., Corlys and Rhaenys and how the narrator presents them in Fire and Blood. For women it was a completely different story -> e.g., Laenor had affairs and no one cares, Rhaenyra's affair was considered high treason and if found out she would have severe consequences - and indeed with him we do not see Rhaenyra being unfaithful and I cannot for the life of me see a proud man very much of his time who liked virgins like Daemon think it very cool that his wife was getting with someone else.

Moreover, about Daemon's affairs in Fire and Blood while married to Rhaenyra, we only have any evidence/mention of them during the Dance. Before, the two had an exceptionally boring marriage. But it's stated as fact that Daemon did betray her with Mysaria and I don't see much debate about this by the narrator of Fire and Blood. If people want to believe he went to Mysaria's room every night as the court records attested to for milk and cookies I am not stopping them but I don't see any merit/strength to that argument. What is more, with Nettles, I raise both possibilities the book itself raises: that they were lovers, and that they were not lovers, and I have discussed the merit of each possibility.

I am not going to whitewash Daemon into a YA hero. He was a grey character. He used women. If some of you think all of this were "rumours" and lies go ahead but that is not my point of view and I am dealing with what is written in the books when I analyse characters.

PS: Even in our world people have trouble understanding emotional cheating and there isn't a consensus on this. Do we really think that in an alternative universe mirroring Medieval Europe this was even something people considered cheating?

PPS: As I have said, if there is no mention it's either because it didn't happen or he was extremely discrete.

#daemon targaryen #canon daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #Jesus seriously #anti hotd #popcorn answers

[cassiuspr]

[Video transcript begin.]

[Someone quietly walks through the mall, the camera positioned at their collarbone, the person appears to be cleaning blood off of some mechanical spider-like legs with a cloth. Also whistling a song to themselves. The song is identified as “ça fait rire les oiseau.” They walk past a cluster of vending machines before stopping, and a low clicking noise bubbles up from the person's throat. Faintly behind the vending machines, a child humming a song is heard. The song is identified as “Dream sweet in sea major.” the humming seems slow, as if the child is trying to calm down. The camera approaches the vending machines, the clicking a higher pitch than before, they finally look behind one, and find a small child sitting there in a wagon, seemingly the source of the humming.]

?: [Mixed in with a few clicks.] Hello?

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

[The child looks up, their facial movements look… Almost human, small things are wrong though. Eyes twitching in strange ways, lips moving as if trying to speak. After a while they begin tapping and blinking, a form of morse code translated by the transcript software.]

?: You are. New. I do not. Recognize you.

[The following dialogue is translated from French to English.]

C: The hell are you doing behind a vending machine?

[All future dialogue from the child is translated from morse to regular text.]

?: Hiding. Big monster. Scary.

[All future dialogue from Cassius is translated from French to English.]

C: Ah, yes, I heard about that.

?: Peony. Name is. Peony.

C: Nice to meet you, Peony. My name is Cassius. Head of PR.

[Cassius does a slight bow, before crouching down to be a little more level with Peony.]

?: Can I. Trust you. With Sparrow?

C: I’m not going to harm them, Peony. Don’t worry about it.

?: Fine then. Tapping is getting. Painful. Shall they speak?

C: I mean. That’s not really up to me, is it?

[The child takes a deep breath, after a few seconds the kid's demeanor seemingly changes. They look around before locking eyes with Cassius. This one bit of dialogue is in English by default.]

?: C- cass-ius..?

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

C: Mhm. Hello.

[All future dialogue from Sparrow is translated from French to English.]

Sp: Wish they would warn me, still kinda scary…

C: So… um… shit, I don’t really know what to say. Do you want me to take you anywhere?

Sp: First. Should I explain Peony?

C: Only if you want to.

Sp: They are the AI Mai implemented, they can. Sometimes it takes over me. With some issues. They can't speak or move.

C: Hm. That’s… huh. Thanks for letting me know.

Sp: Anytime. Anyway, please take me to Rose.

C: Alright, she’s… I think at the PR office? I’ll take you.

Sp: Yes. Ruby ripped her arm off.

C: So I’ve heard. I won’t let her get near you. We don’t need that happening again.

Sp: Thankfully she… Has not attacked me yet.

C: And I intend to keep it that way.

[The spider-like legs reappear in frame, and one grabs on to the handle of the wagon. And the two start their journey through the mall.]

Sp: Can I ask something… Well, multiple things. We do not talk alot.

C: Might as well. Shoot.

Sp: First, to get the dumb questions out of the way. Do you have a favorite superhero?

C: Hm… not exactly, I do like… hm… what’s his name? Doctor Octavius. He’s pretty neat.

Sp: I always was a fan of spider-man… He's neato.

C: Ah, yeah. I was never really a fan of the heroes.

Sp: That sounds… Fair enough. Another question… Have you ever gone into a dark part of town, and just look at the sky? The stars. The different colors. It always made me happy.

C: I used to, before all the light pollution. Now you have to go out of town to even get a glimpse at what you used to be able to see.

Sp: I knew a spot. Before I got uh… Y'know.

C: So did I. But it got paved over years ago.

Sp: Do know. I will not give you the talk, about being better. I do want… To remain friends.

C: … you want to what?

Sp: You heard me. Maybe friends is the wrong word… But I believe Showfall will not send any of you after me. So I do not worry.

C: Allies?

Sp: Maybe… Or pals?

[Cassius chuckles, a few clicks getting thrown into the mix involuntarily.]

C: Sure. Call it that, I guess.

Sp: Hm… Can I… Show you something? I have not shown anyone else?

C: Sure? I don’t know why you’d trust me like that, but… alright.

[Cassius stops walking, turning around to face Sparrow.]

Sp: Rose is injured. Edgar is mentally unstable currently. Mari and their friend are… Uh yeah. And Will is busy. I can't keep this hidden…

[Sparrow places both bandaged arms up, their hands grabbing at the ends of their eyepatch.]

C: I…

[Sparrow removes the eyepatch, after a few seconds they raise their head revealing a modified eyeball, colored purple. A light the same color shining faintly through it.]

[Cassius jolts slightly, clicking a few times before covering his mouth with his hand.]

C: Sorry, I’ve been… clicking like that nonstop all day. Um. That’s… did that purple haired bitch do that? [Muttered.] Oh, who am I kidding, of course she did.

Sp: Yes… She did it to ‘Keep watch, keep a reminder of her to me at all times.’

C: Jesus. That’s almost like… [He hesitates, seemingly changing what he was about to say.] that’s fucked.

Sp: It reminds me… Of the Showfall tattoos on every employee.

C: Oh, those. I always forget about mine. It’s not very visible, but it’s there.

Sp: I only know of two people here without them. Me, and Mari. Three if we count the Watcher.

C: I guess Mari didn’t work here long enough to actually get one.

Sp: They also didn't get hired like the rest of you.

C: Yeah. I don’t know who you mean by ‘the rest of you.’ Though. I’m pretty sure it isn’t company protocol to send out carrier pigeons.

Sp: I would not know. But I would assume Rose has one, her friend has one, Emi has one.

C: Yeah. Every employee. Your friend was very unlucky, discovering it at a time like that.

Sp: That means Cassidy… Hm.

C: At least it’s… you know what, no. Never mind.

Sp: Why do you always hide things?

C: I don’t. It’s just sometimes I say something I don’t mean, but I’m already halfway through the sentence, so I back out while I can.

Sp: Hm. I do not get it.

C: You don’t have to.

Sp: Y'know… Why can't I just leave? Showfall wishes to destroy all traces of Mai's bullshit. Why not let me leave?

C: First of all, you can’t leave because you’re stuck in a wagon, second of all, you have information about the company. And if any of that gets out to the general public, it’ll be a huge mess. That’s why I have my job.

Sp: I'm a thirteen year old kid with scoliosis. Who is going to believe me?

C: All it takes is one person, Elinor.

Sp: My teacher didn't believe I was being bullied. What makes you think. Anyone would believe me about this?

C: The artificial eye and the amount of wires and muscle and just, leg, that had to be removed would help you a lot, I assume.

Sp: I had bruises. Scars. From my bullies. Still nothing. Just an ‘Active imagination.’ that's all they thought.

C: Do you seriously expect me of all people to know things like that?

Sp: Seeing as I just told you. Yes.

C: … We should get going.

Sp: You'll need to carry me after a while… The wagon doesn't exactly climb up stairs well.

C: I see… shouldn’t be a problem. I know I look… fairly weak, but…

Sp: I know. You are strong… Can I ask… One more thing.

C: Sure.

Sp: Can I… Have one of those things to make a micro SD card fit in a computer. An adapter.

C: Yeah, I don’t see why not. I’ll grab you one. Now, I have a question for you.

Sp: What?

C: Do you want to get to the fourth floor the boring way? Or the fun way?

Sp: The fun way? I guess?

C: Nice, let’s not waste any time, then.

[Cassius brings the wagon and Sparrow over to the main area of the mall, and picks them up, as well as the wagon, before walking towards one of the walls that go the full way up. The spider legs latch on, and the two begin their climb to the fourth floor.]

Sp: THIS IS COOL!

C: I know, right? One of my favorite perks of these enhancements!

Sp: Wait… I um… Hold on. Question.

C: What’s up?

Sp: Is it… Normal I call Peony and Cassidy sisters? They're both the closest thing I have…

C: If it feels right, then it is right.

Sp: Hm… Wait… Do you… Do you know my first name? Would PR have that?

C: I don’t. But I could ask around.

Sp: I would still go by Sparrow, but it would be nice to know…

C: We’re almost at the top, by the way.

Sp: One final thing, can um… Anyone at PR make clothes? I know Jenny can, but obviously that's out of the picture until I get out.

C: [A few clicks, before he answers.] I think Naomi is your best bet.

Sp: Hm… Naomi is a very pretty name.

C: I’m sure she’ll appreciate that.

Sp: Oh. Peony wanted me to tell you. They wish to murder Eden.

C: [Muttered.] Don’t we all.

Sp: I dislike Eden. Not hate. Just dislike.

C: You’d be one of the first to not despise her as of late.

Sp: My birth dad told me that was wrong… That is to say I still despise Mai.

C: That’s understandable.

[Cassius makes his way over the final railing, and begins walking.]

Sp: Hm… Do you get cold Cassius?

C: Sometimes, why?

Sp: I get cold a lot…

[Sparrow begins to sound as if holding back tears.]

Sp: Like a bird in snow… That's what nightmares are…

C: [Concern, and also a tiny bit of confusion are audible in his tone.] Um. I…

Sp: Why am I still cold…? Why can't I go home? I just want to go home!

[Sparrow begins crying, seemingly months of pain in the making. Their sobbing sounds desperate, as if a cry for help.]

C: UH.

[Cassius makes a beeline for a door that he was approaching, opening it quickly, then closing it behind him. Several people turn to stare at him.]

Sp: I WANT TO GO HOME! IT'S NOT FAIR! I WANT MY SISTER! WHERE'S MY SISTER!

C: [Panicked.] GUYS HELP ME OUT HERE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

[Someone beckons the man over, he quickly makes his way to them, handing the child off to them before backing away.]

Sp: I WANT MY SISTER I WANT CASSIDY IT'S NOT FAIR!

?: Hey, girlie, the best we can do right now is like, me. Or someone else from PR. I know you miss her. But we can’t magically make her appear right now. If we could, we probably would.

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[A loud groaning comes from another room, seemingly an injured woman.]

Sp: IT'S NOT FAIR! I DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE A LIGHT IN MY EYE I NEVER DID ANYTHING!

O: I know, girl. I know, [Aside.] does anyone know if Rose is awake?

[Another loud groan.]

O: I… will take that as a yes.

[All dialogue from the injured woman is pieced together for screen reader accessibility.]

?: [Pained, and Muffled.] I CAN'T FUCKING GET UP!

[Voice identified: Rose.]

O: Definite yes. Sparrow, I’m gonna bring you to see Rose, okay? How does that sound?

Sp: I WANT TO SEE MY SISTER! I WANT TO SEE CASSIDY!

O: This is the best we can do, Sparrow.

R: IS SPARROW [A cough.] HERE?

O: [Aside.] YES! THEY’RE HAVING A ROUGH GO, THOUGH. SO BE GENTLE, I KNOW I DON’T HAVE TO REMIND YOU, BUT I AM ANYWAY.

R: I AM HIGH ON PAINKILLERS AND I HAVE ONE ARM I PHYSICALLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING.

O: Alright! I’ll bring them in.

[Ophelia stands up, still holding Sparrow, and walks into the room Rose was heard from. A small glimpse of the room is caught, and it appears to be an 80s/90s style room, the door closes quickly, and Cassius is left standing, staring.]

C: [Whispered.] Did I call them Elinor…?

[Transcript end.]

#encoreverse blog #showfall #showfall ask blog #showfall media #transcript

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

Okay Theory Time. 

So Wind and Tetra are technically the first hero’s of train’s. And either became so powerful, that they were seen by the people as spirits. Or Wind because of all of his connection with minor gods became a celestial being. 

Does this theory have a lot of solid proof Haha no, but it’s fun to think about. 

Okay, why do I think this? Because of Niko’s story. 

He claims this is the story of the first settlers of the land. Now while this could not be Tetra’s crew and Link and rather other settlers, I don’t think so. Niko has a tendency to recap the past stories he was apart of. Like how he did in Phantom Hourglass about the event’s in Windwaker. This might be his way of telling us what happened to our beloved hero’s from that game.

Second look at the design of the spirits of good and tell me what do you see? It look’s like Tetra’s hair mixed with the WindWaker Wind’s.  Now you could make the argument that the hair design is Anjean. Which good point, only thing is look the the spiral’s. Anjean’s keep’s spiraling in on it’s self, while Tetra’s only does once, similar to the pictures above. 

Another part of this theories come’s from Anjean when she gives SP link the train.  

The Symbol of the Spirit’s huh? No offense but why do spirit’s need to ride around in a train UNLESS those spirit’s just so happened to be People with the Hero’s Spirit and the Spirit of Wisdom.   

Also Anjean informed us that she was the one that gave the spirit flute to Zelda’s ancestors. Which we assume is Tetra, just because the idea of her giving it to anyone from Old Hyrule seems a little far fetched. Anjean also refers to the spirits as separate interties, then herself. Talking about them as if she knew them and knew they wouldn’t mind Link and Zelda taking the train, because it was Wind and Tetra.  

Now here’s were things get a little tricky 

If Tetra and Wind were in fact the Spirit’s of Good, what does he mean they returned to the heavens? Well this could mean that, finally after everything, both Tetra and Wind gave up their power’s. No more magic, no more WindWaker, no more any of that. They could finally rest. That or literally Wind returned to the heavens because of his connection with the Frog brothers, and had to leave Tetra behind. OR this could be Niko’s way of copping about Wind’s Death. 

Listen in fandom version Wind would have lived through.  The event’s of Wind Waker  Phantom Hourglass Linked Universe  The War of Ages SuperSmash Bros And Finally The War of New Hyrule. Or the War of Spirits   We don’t know how old Wind would be but it could be old enough that he just needed to let give up is spirit, and go to the heavens. He was tired. (BLESS MY BOYS HEART!)  Or he lived a long happy life with Tetra, and just was like no more power. 

I don’t think it’s that far fetched to see Wind connected to Spirits.  I mean the Windwaker was literally a way to communicate with god’s, and he took on the hero’s spirit.  Then in Phantom hourglass he has several connection as well. 

Anyway yeah dumb theory, and just a way to say...Wind lived through 2 wars in his life. Remember that in your fics. 

#Linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse wind #linked universe wind #lu wind #spirit tracks #linkeduniverse spirit #Windwaker theory #Yeah yeah I know about the tags but I'm sorry

[not-so-rosyyy]

Your post the other day got me thinking and sparked my interest - I haven’t bought a manga in years. Do you have any recommendations, especially more current?

OMG! I love this topic.

okay, so i actually don’t know what genre you’re into with regards to manga, but judging from your other interests, i’d say you’re into Shonen/ Fantasy/ Action/ Historical

some of these you might have already heard about, but these really are my favorite from recent years, and they're all excellent:

1. Attack on Titan - set in a post-apocalyptic world where the last of humanity are stuck inside a gated community surrounded by what they call The Walls because there are man-eating giants outside to get them. this is like the Game of Thrones of manga, in that it's like super dark, gritty and harrowing. lots of mysteries and conspiracies and real-world parallels with social issues that plague us today. the early volumes are especially top-notch. everytime i read this, i'm like "humanity is shit" but also somehow i still want to root for us lol. i cried a lot here.

2. One Punch Man - about a depressed and bored superhero facing an existential crisis because he's become so strong he can defeat any (and i mean ANY) monster and villain with just one punch. lmao sounds ridiculous but that's the point because it's really a satirical look into the superhero genre. it subverts a lot of your expectations into that kind of narrative because it directly exposes tropes. really funny (like, the main character treats average things like budgeting and groceries as his biggest problems like the rest of us), but also action-packed and the main plot and mystery just gets better and better over time.

3. Akatsuki No Yona - well, this one isn't a shonen because the main character here is a woman and romance is a huge part of the story. BUT it is not the driving force of the plot. it's really more about politics, leadership, adventure, etc. the lore is really rich, too, imo. and Yona (the MC) is one of the most inspiring female characters i've ever encountered in manga. this is the story of how she, a once sheltered princess in a once "peaceful" kingdom, had to escape the palace after the emperor got murdered during a mutiny. on the run from her enemies, she soon learned that the world outside the palace is far from the idyllic place she once thought, and from her dealings with the common people, found her strength and grew to be a great leader in her own right all while trying to stop the ongoing war and take back the kingdom from her foes. (it's a very I JUST LOVE WHEN WOMEN! type of story)

4. My Hero Academia - this one I think is the most typical shonen story in this list (you know, the very untalented and weak protagonist who grew to be the most powerful one by sheer willpower coupled with a heart of gold). but it executes the genre's tropes and cliches really well, me thinks, and that's why it's wildly popular today. it's set in a world where having "quirks" or superpowers are common, and yet Midoriya (the MC) doesn't have one...even though his dream is to be the greatest superhero like his idol All Might. long story short, they meet and All Might, after seeing how Midoriya possesses the most important quality of a hero, passes his quirk onto him. and thus starts Midoriya's journey of proving that he deserves that power and living up to his idol's name. also cried a lot reading this. (lmao notice the pattern)

5. Kingdom - this is like...one of my most favorite mangas i've ever read. i'd say it's up there with One Piece as one of the best in the shonen genre. the main story is a fictionalized account of the Warring States period of China and it's told mainly from the POV of a young and poor war orphan who joined the military and rose to be one of its greatest generals. if you're into history, philosophy, politics, battlefield strategies and tactics--i couldn't recommend this manga enough. the characterization and story progression are A++. lots of epic moments and speeches that made me shiver and cry buckets. and it constantly ups the stakes and introduces allies you'll love and enemies you'll come to respect. (also...i love the female characters here.)

***sorry for this long ass answer you didn't ask for btw lmao***

#manga #attack on titan #one punch man #akatsuki no yona #my hero academia #kingdom

[valentinoappreciator]

Here is the (for me, lol) long awaited Draal fic that I began working on this morning❤️

Based on an RP with my lovely girlfriend. No warnings, but be advised that Draal has a cock piercing in this piece 👀 pry that headcanon from my cold, dead hands lmao

Media: Trollhunters (Tales of Arcadia)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Draal the Deadly / Female!Reader

Warnings: Not Applicable

Additional tags: cock piercing, huge cock, rough sex, vaginal sex

Where else to find: AO3 (username TheWeirdDane, title To Train A Trollhunter) link below https://archiveofourown.org/works/44529901

Since tumblr has implemented a text-character limit per post, I'm forced to just give you a glimpse :(

Enjoy the filth, my lovelies!

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So apparently there was an entire society living beneath the solid pavement, asphalt, and humans’ feet. This society was made up of trolls, gnomes, and a whole slew of other creatures that you had no idea about just yet.

You had been declared something known as the Trollhunter - an important figure amongst the trolls. The Trollhunter was someone who protected good trolls and humans alike from the bad trolls, known as Gumm-Gumms.

However, having a human Trollhunter wasn’t something that most of the trolls were keen on. When your mentor - Blinkous Galadrigal, known as Blinky - explained the situation to a particularly angry troll, you momentarily feared that this other troll would kill you on the spot.

It spoke with a man’s voice, was a good deal taller than you, had spikes protruding from his back, and had truly magnificent horns on the top of his head. His body was a certain hue of teal, and he had a piercing in his triangular nose.

He snorted in your direction before turning his attention to Blinky who stood steadfast.

“This is our new Trollhunter? Bushigal! I’m the rightful heir!”

“With the proper training, Draal, she—“

The troll - named Draal, apparently - rolled his eyes and poked a short, wide finger into your chest. You took a step back, swallowing hard.

He was right. Whatever ‘bushigal’ meant, she was not meant to be the Trollhunter. There had to be some kind of mistake!

“Please, Blinky, he’s right,” you said, looking to your mentor.

“On the contrary. The amulet called to you. This is your destiny. Don’t mind him, come, your training awaits you.”

Blinky calmly walked towards the tunnel leading to the Hero’s Forge. You had trained here a few times already, but the grandiosity of the place never ceased to amaze you.

However, as you walked, you had the uncanny feeling of being watched; the small hairs on the back of your neck and on your arms stood on end. Your neck prickled. But as you looked over your shoulder, you couldn’t see anyone.

It was just Blinky and you.

“He won’t let it go, will he?” you asked quietly and donned your armour while Blinky started the machine.

“Doubtfully,” he answered in a serious, matter-of-factly way.

You had only trained for a few minutes before the gate to the arena opened. Already breathing hard from the exertion of fighting while wearing the armour, you looked to the entrance - and your heart dropped.

Draal waltzed in like he owned the place. Wearing a smug grin on his face and a kilt around his waist, he walked up to Blinky and you.

“Draal, you’re interfering in important Trollhunter business,” Blinky said firmly while you swallowed hard. Why had Draal followed you?

“That’s precisely why I’m here, Blinky,” Draal replied and sounded way too smug. “I thought I might offer my assistance to the Trollhunter, as a sparring partner.”

“Sp-sparring partner?” you whispered shakily, looking to Blinky.

“That’s preposterous, Draal, she’s still in her early training. She does not yet have the skills to hope to match your… vigorous fighting style.”

Draal laughed boisterously.

“Are you admitting that your little fleshbag protégé isn’t a good enough Trollhunter?”

“Hey! I’m trying my best here,” you exclaimed, puffing out your chest. Draal snorted and glanced at you. There was contempt and disdain in his eyes, like you were nothing more than a worm, and certainly not worthy of him.

Then why was he so hellbent on training you? Something wasn’t adding up.

Blinky was uncomfortably silent.

He could not be considering this.

“Blinky,” you practically pleaded, bringing urgency into your voice, and glanced at Draal who crossed his arms over his broad chest. “You can’t seriously be considering this!”

Blinky looked immensely torn, tapping his many fingers together.

“Well, you could do with some more rigorous and practical training,” he said, but made sure to avoid your gaze.

Your blood froze, and you were pretty sure you exhaled sharply.

“Then it’s settled,” Draal grinned.

#text #draal trollhunters #trollhunters draal #toa draal #draal the deadly #trollhunters #reader insert #fanfic #nsft #my post

[madillhethen]

Top 5 dog breeds? And top 5 fate characters? Bonus points for saying why 👀

Hmmm, I think when I was a kid I had an actual list but now I don’t think I do so this might be a bit random.

0. Selene and Lucina have to have their own category because they’re my dogs and everyone needs to know how much I love them :P

1. Dalmatians!

2. Corgis

3. Scottish Terriers

4. Golden Retriever

5. Pit bulls

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I really had to think for this one, I’m excluding servants for the most part unless they reach above human characters. There are just too many to go through so I’m just going to name the characters I love on the top of my head. Fate’s a big universe anyways.

1. EMIYA: this by all means is no surprise (tumblr even called my blog a heroic spirit Emiya blog because of how much I tag) anyways, what can I not say about this man? He’s such a great character. I could write an essay on him but anyways, shortening it up, I love Emiya for the fact that he’s so thoughtfully altruistic, I know that part of this stems from his crippling and unhealthy self-worth but he took his weakness and made it a strength. He became a nameless entity that fought for others, a hero, and a lot of people have told me it’s stupid but when you get down to it, think about the people going through those wars, imagine just needing someone, anyone to save you, to show some kindness or another and it’s just…this man who has nothing to do with your war, your fight, but he’s literally there not for recognition or reward, but just because he wants to see people smile. He went through hell, and saw a hero, and all he wanted was to replicate that because he understood those feelings. So empathetic, a heart to big for the world, yet not a doormat, Emiya is graceful, cool, a figure of guidance, beautiful and a dork (he’s handsome as hell as a bonus 👀).

The fact that his own self-worth is so detrimental to him, is also what I love, as odd as that sounds. He never hated humanity, he didn’t curse the people who killed him, he never blamed his father, Saber or anyone, he doesn’t even think about destroying the worlds (I know that’s impossible but I’m just throwing that out there) instead he still is thinking of others, the only reason he hates himself so much is because he thinks he’s a murderer. He’s fair, and yeah, childish, but he’s not a sore loser, you have to give him a shot before you get to insult him, he can be a dick but it’s not in arrogance or harm, he’s pointing out your flaws because he knows you can fix them. You have that power, and if no one else is going to say it, he will because he wants you to be better.

Bonus because he can cook and clean.

2. Illyasviel von Einzbern: sweet and innocent? Check. Cute? Check. Little devil murder child? Check (x10 for all those bad ends lol). Illya is probably one of my favorite characters, partly because of nostalgia reasons. Back when I was a kid (younger), I thought FSN was off limits and winded up reading Prisma (jokes on me, that was not a kid version of Fate), but anyways I read OG Illya’s profile along with the manga of Prisma. I didn’t really find Prisma Illya...compelling at all but I always loved her design. Sweet, child-like innocence but a wise and perceptive disposition, Illya just wants a family--girl has never known anything ordinary. On top of the fact, her motivations for the entire Grail War doesn’t stem from the old Einzbern or three families’ original wish. She don’t care about any of that. She steered away from that long ago. 

This is personal, but at the same time, she wasn’t blinded by her own hatred and revenge (let’s not include the bad ends, okay) to not give Shirou a chance. And we see in Heaven’s Feel, she knew her brother, she knew how he was and she chose to sacrifice herself so that he could live. She came to kill him but winded up being the reason he lives. I just really love her.

3. Rin Tohsaka: I’m going to be honest, I don’t know how people can not like Rin. She’s literally perfect. Sporty, academics, pretty, elegant, really put together for the most part and a great magus but more than that, she’s just an ordinary girl trying to balance the world, her world, without any guidance. She’s literally living between two worlds: her long heritage of magi blood, and the parts of her that just is a normal girl who wants a family, wants to not be alone. She has a heart of gold, and although not as altruistic as Emiya/Shirou, she still has the idea that its the strong’s duty to protect the weak and yet at the same time, she never forsakes her individualism. 

Archer told Rin that people who don’t regret shine bright, and I agree. Rin has the attitude that she will choose a path, but never will she look back and regret that decision because each and every one of those decisions had reasons, yet what I love of her is that she doesn’t have a careless attitude, she struggles to come up with the decisions and that’s so very human. It’s not like Cu who takes things as it is, and is proud of whatever life he has, it’s similar but not the same, Rin’s feels...just so much more relatable, and I love her for that. 

4. Shirou Emiya: poor boy needs a hug. It’s a little similar to my reasons for Archer, but I don’t see these two as the same. I treat them somewhat similar but not the same (because they’re not. They’re both Shirou Emiya, but they’re not the same but they are. It’s not confusing at all. Don’t worry about it.) Except unlike Archer, Shirou has a bit of a gullible side that’s adorable and hilarious, but the boy is so good natured that...sadly he is a bit of a doormat. He’s determined, brave, suicidal, considerate and strong-willed, it’s hard for me to imagine anyone reading FSN and not finding themselves loving Shirou. His twisted sense of self and idealistic dream is both admirable and yet so sad. 

I love him especially in UBW because he sees the end result, he’s told the problems of his origins and yet he decides that he doesn’t care if the dream is fake. If the path will lead to hell because helping people can’t be wrong. And he’s right, it’s not wrong to help others. Persevering in a path for others’ pain is tolling, yet someone who can do it is absolutely aspiring.

5. Romani Archaman: he is incredibly relatable on so many levels (I actually find EMIYA more relatable to myself personally). He panics, he doesn’t know what he’s doing but he tries. He tries his best. A man who only wished to be human because he couldn’t be one spent the time of his human life dedicating it in the service of others, became a doctor to help others, all while trying to prevent the world’s end. That’s so admirable. He’s funny and kind, and goes out of his way for his people. I love Romani also for treating people fairly and equally, whenever the conversation was with Mash or a servant, it never felt like he was isolating them, he wasn’t saying ‘your a servant etc etc. (as we see with a different director ahem) it felt somehow like he was just talking to other people. And even in his confrontation with Goetia, he didn’t blame Goetia, didn’t curse him, he understood the difference in them and I don’t know, he was an ordinary man, just a doctor, but he was a hero (and I freaking miss him...)

#rat nest’s asks #mad’s answers #dogs #fate stay night #Mad’s Fate #I’m sorry I always give like…a whole a essay whenever I answer stuff #i don’t talk in real life but I can’t shut up when it comes to writing #I'm sorry if this became like a whole review lol #I was going to put the entire Emiya Family rather than Rin and Romani but I thought I should take a step back and think of others #outside of the Emiya family but hey what can I say #I just love them #shirou emiya #rin tohsaka #illya #illya von einzbern #romani archaman #archer emiya #heroic spirit emiya #emiya #also they're not purebreds but I love mutts too #I know a lot of people don't like mutts because etc etc reasons but I don't know I love them #unique and Selene is technically a mutt

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GBA Wishlist

Okay so I’m thinking about picking up a GBA so I can play those games on a real console instead of emulated. I had a silver and then a blue GBA SP as a kid. I’m torn between a modded original GBA or an SP, especially the triforce design. Anyways, I wanted to list some games I’d actually play on a GBA and figured I might as well post it online to look back on later, not sure if the notes will even make sense to anyone but me. Feel free to add recommendations. Also I had so much fun making this list that I’m thinking about going through and doing a similar list for the DS, 3DS, GameCube (on my WiiU), Wii (on my Wii U), Wii U, PS3, PS1 (on my PS3 or Vita), Vita, PSP (on my Vita) since those are the consoles I can currently play on original (or close enough) hardware.

Big hitters:

* Advance wars - 1 and 2, never really tucked into them past the tutorial before and having a real GBA would really force me to take them nice and slow.

* Fire emblem - multiple, I could even grab a fan tran of FE6

* Drill dozer - doubt I’d have rumble on a flash cart but this would have a lot more charm on a physical gba

* Pokémon mystery dungeon - again, I think I’d have more patience with this slow game on a real gba

* Chain of memories - been meaning to play this anyways

* FF5-6 patched - fan patched because of the audio, but I think these have exclusive content on a GBA vs snes/ps1 and I wanna play these games on a non-modern screen

* FF Tactics Advance - again, just feels more charming on a small screen

* MM battle network - been meaning to play these anyways

* NES Classics - not the best way to play these games, but kind of a novelty

* Super Mario advance 1-4 - would be so funny to play the Wii U rom of SMA4, but also I grew up with that game

* Kuru Kuru Kururin - always one I use to test a new emulator setup, easy fun

* Tony Hawk - had a recent Tony Hawk phase, these ones are supposed to be good

* Doom - novelty

* Game and watch gallery 4 - great for testing/pick up and play

* F zero/Mario kart - again, very pick up and play

* Mario golf advance tour - loved the gba Mario tennis and I should play this one too

* Wario Land 4 - had a wario land phase recently and stopped mid-3

* Golden Sun - I did actually do the first hour or so on Wii U but this game belongs on handheld

* Warioware - the definition of pick up and play

* Minish Cap - I feel like this game is good enough to be worth playing removed from the original console so it’s doubly worth playing on a real one

* Mother 3 - Cmon, this one is a gimme. Playing the fan Tran on a real GBA would be such an own on Nintendo

Lesser:

* Swordcraft Story - started this on vita, pretty cute

* Banjo Kazooie/Pilot - because I played nuts and bolts as a kid

* Bit generations - don’t have the ROM’s currently but I love a simple game

* Boktai - patched for the sensor but cmon it’s Hideo

* Bomberman - they made so many of these for GBA

* Bookworm - I’m a simple man

* Car battler joe - I always see this mentioned

* Starfy - fan trans

* Various SNES ports (DKC) - I had DKC as a kid but also there’s sooo many snes ports

* Dr Mario & Puzzle League - pick up and play

* Yugioh - I had one as a kid and got into these recently

* GTA - I think this one is a GTA3 prequel?

* Various fighting games (MK, GG, Tekken, SF) - novelty

* Jet grind radio - even if just for the music

* Finding Nemo - had as kid

* Lady Sia - seen on lists

* Sabrewulf - rare! And seen on lists

* That one xcom game (rebelstar) - I mean, I do like xcom

* LttP - never played it, I should look up version differences first

* Lego Star Wars - had as kid

* Return of the king - seen on lists, seems better than it should be

* Magical vacation - fan Tran, from Hazel’s video

* Pac-Man - various here, pick up and play

* Polarium - polarium DS is cute

* Puyo - pick up and play

* Zone of the Enders - I’ve been meaning to play this and the 2 main games

* Denki blocks - cute puzzle game

* Gunstar super heroes - kind of a shmup, I stan treasure honestly

* Sword of mana - I think this is a remake of the first game? So it’s safe to start here?

* Sigma star saga - read about this in Nintendo power as a kid, seems like a shmup rpg hybrid

* Hamtaro - nobody will shut up about how good this game is for some reason

* Pinball of the dead - seen this one praised a few times

* Chu chu rocket - I wasn’t convinced until I saw that it had 2500 user created levels

* Tactics Ogre - surprised to see this so high on metacritic when I didn’t know it existed before

* Ninja Five O - no one will shut up about this game

* Various racing games

* Asterisk and obelisk XL - impressively 3D

* Harvest moon - maybe the tiny screen will finally convince me to have the patience to farm

* Activision Anthology - again, just for the novelty

Replay:

* 3 Castlevanias - only actually beat Aria

* Mega Man Zero - hard, maybe too hard

* Sonic Advance 1-3 - had 3 as kid, love these

* Kirby - didn’t beat amazing mirror, wouldn’t mind trying to 100% nightmare

* Metroid Zero Mission/Fusion - classics. Perfection.

* Pokémon RSE/FRLG - always due for a replay

* Pokémon pinball - my go to testing game

* Mario tennis power tour - never did beat hard mode. And it’s been a while

* Mario Vs donkey kong - played as kid

* Klonoa - very pick up and play

#retro gaming #nintendo #gaming #gba