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fuckyeahgakuenheaven · 6 years ago

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GH2 Halloween - 2014

This was one of the longest Twitter events, and this is the one that came with the full set of new headers and icons for the characters! They’re all saved as one zip file here if you’d like to have them. Plus, seeing the costumes everyone’s wearing in the event will help it make a bit more sense. :Db

Yuki: Trick or Treat! Kuya: Yuki, you're a little early! Yuki: You're one to talk, Kuya-san, you're already in your costume. That pumpkin hat suits you. Kuya: Yeah! But you're cute in that pointy hat. It's perfect with the cape! Yuki: Well, this is like a dream day where I can chant a spell and get candy. I'm fired up. Takato: Asahina, we're sponsoring this year's party, so there is not just candy. If you don't pace yourself, you'll be sorry. Kuya: And since it's Halloween, we've asked everyone to come in costume. Yuki: Understood. After all, since it's a party, everyone has to have fun. Oh, I already distributed the costumes to everyone. Takato: Good job, both of you. Well, I hope everyone participates. Yuki: It'll be fine. Anyway, it's Halloween! Now that we've set up for tomorrow, let's go to bed. Good night!

Yuki: Well then, I wonder if everyone will come in costume. Oh, hello, Chiba-san! Chiba: Yeah. It's early. Yuki: Oh, you're in costume! Chiba: ... You brought the costume, so. Well... how is it? Yuki: I, I think it suits you! It's cool! ...By the way, Chiba-san. Did you meet Joker-san this morning? Chiba: Yeah. I passed him in the hall before. Joker-sama praised me by saying it really suited me. Yuki: R, really...? I knew it.... Um, Chiba-san. I think it's better if you don't look in a mirror today. Chiba: Mirror? I don't see one here. Yuki: Then, it's fine! Yeah! T, then, Chiba-san, let's go eat together. Chiba: Sorry. I already ate. I'm going to practice now. Yuki: In that outfit!? Chiba: Yeah. Bye. Yuki: Okay, see you after class! ... Besides, that ghost on his head, it has to be a trick Joker-san played on him... I hope Chiba-san doesn't notice.

Joker: Hey, Eiji. Make something like this. (recipe for jelly eyeballs) Sonoda: No. You're going to tease Hayato again. Last year, when you gave him the cake with fingers sticking out of it, I felt bad for Hayato. Joker: Ah, that worked really well. And when you cut into it, lots of red jam flowed out. Sonoda: If you do the same thing to Yuki-kun, he may never come near Durak again. Joker: Really. Mmm, then, how shall I scare him? *sing-song*

Yuki: Yagami, trick or treat! Yagami: *loud strum on guitar*!!!! Yuki: Uwah! Wh, what was that explosive sound!? Your guitar!? Yagami: Yeah, Asahina. Are you coming to our live Halloween concert too? Yuki: I thought you were pretty enthusiastic with your makeup. So it's a live concert. It's been a long time since I've heard you play the guitar, I'd like to go! Yagami: Then, here, eat this. Yuki: Beef jerky! Thank you!

Yuki: Arata-san, you're in costume! Cat ears! *pet pet* Arata: Oh, yeah. Yuki: *pet pet pet pet* Arata: ... That's enough, stop with the petting. Yuki: Hey, hey, Arata-san, trying saying meow. Arata: Idiot, I'm not going to say that. Yuki: Then, Arata-san, I'll cast a spell on you. Halloween Halloween Magical Power! There, I cast a spell! Arata: Huh, oh..., i, if you don't give me candy, I'll play a trick on you, meow. Arata: *gasp*! Just what did I.... Yuki: Hehe, well done! Here's a fortune cookie. Say ah. Arata: I got taken in by Yuki again.... *munch*

Yuki: Trick or Treat! Tomooo, give me candy. Tomo: I'm not going to be intimidated by your candy-lust. Yuki: Ehehe, but I wanted one of your candies. Tomo: ... Geez, it can't be helped. Then, I'll give you a special one today. Here. Yuki: Mmgh. Idiot, don't suddenly shove it in my mouth! Yuki: ... Mm, this is... uwah, gross! Tomo: Hehehe, they're 100% salty licorice. They're bad from beginning to end. Now you can get a taste of how I always feel. Yuki: ... That's mean, that's mean, Tomo. You're a devil. Tomo: This outfit's not a devil, it's more like Death. Yuki: Come to think of it, I'm surprised you're in costume since you always find everything too annoying. Tomo: Oh, this. I'm just wearing it because with the hood on, I can sleep in class without anyone knowing. Yuki: That's just like you. But I'm glad you're participating, Tomo. Be sure to come to the other parties too. Tomo: Right, right, I've got it.

Yuki: Well then, next is Joker-san's place. I wonder if Sonoda-san is making delicous candy! *sing-song* Yuki: Hello. Trick or...!!!!!!!!!!!! E, excuse me!!!!! Yuki: *pant pant* Durak's room is incredible.... I unconsciously closed the door and ran, but I won't be able to get candy like that!! Yuki: Umm, but, I'm courageous enough to go in there one more time. Do your best, Yuki, for the sake of candy! Yuki: H, hello. Joker: Hey, Yuki-kun. Sonoda: Oh, you're back. Welcome back. Yuki: Um, just what is this incredible room supposed to be? Joker: Since I'm dressed as a pirate, I set it up to look like a pirate ship being swallowed in the belly of an alien. Yuki: A, ah.... Sonoda: Look, Kiyo. Yuki-kun is backing away. I told you not to do it. Joker: You're one to talk, Eiji. By the end, you got into it. Oh, and, Yuki-kun, the alien's organs are all edible. *sing-song* Sonoda: Since I made the ingredients, however unappetizing it looks, I guarantee it tastes good. Yuki: It may be delicious, but, ummm, this is... a bit... well... I kind of want to pass.... Joker: Huh, you're not going to eat? Then, since you don't need candy, does this mean I can play a trick on you? Sonoda: Oh, that's not fair if it's just you, Kiyo. Of course, it's ok if I'm part of that trick too, right? Joker: Naturally. Let's tease this cute magician. *sing-song* Yuki: Oh, huh? Joker-san? Sonoda-san? Sonoda: It's been a while since I've put my skills to use. How shall I deal with him? Yuki: W, wait a minute. Just what are you going to do to me..., aah~~~~~~~... Yuki: They made me eat alien guts until I was full.... It was delicious, it was really delicious!!! But I feel like I lost something important.... Yuki: Well then, I have to pull myself together and go to the cafeteria to prepare for the party.

Kuya: The Halloween party starts now! Yuki: Happy Halloween! Thank you everyone for coming in costume! Yuki: The party sweets were prepared by Sonoda-san, so everyone eat as much as you like! Sonoda: Oh, of course, there's a fee. For unlimited helpings of Halloween sweets, it's 1,500 yen. Yuki: I'd like pumpkin pie, pumpkin mont blanc, and pumpkin flan please!! Sonoda: That's incredible, even though you ate so much already, you're still going to eat more. Yuki: Ehehe, but they look so delicious. Chiba: Pumpkin is delicious. Sonoda: Kiyo, do you want something? Joker: I'm fine. I was satisfied with Yuki-kun before. Takato: It's very good that everyone is excited, but be careful of your surroundings please. ... Oops. *thud!* Yagami: Ow! You hit me on the head with your staff, Secretary! Takato: Or you'll be in trouble like this. Arata: Okay! Tomo: I can't tell who is who because of the costumes. Well, it's nice to not stand out. Yuki: Then, now that everyone is excited, let's bob for apples! Kuya: It's a staple of Halloween party games! Takato: We've put some apples in plastic pool filled with water. Please pick up the apples without using your hands. The person who picks up the most is the winner. Arata: Huh, we're supposed to bite into these big apples? Yuki: Each one is like a large ball weighing 300-400g, but they're really juicy, high quality apples, so they're delicious. Kuya: It's ok to grasp it with your teeth by the stem! Any part you grab is fine as long as you take them out individually. Joker: So you should use only your mouth and not your hands. It might be an interesting contest with that technique. Chiba: Just like Joker-sama, to be so relaxed about having both hands bound. Myself will also attempt the challege! Yagami: If it's going to be a competition, I'm not gonna lose. I'm in too. Arata: Do your best! I'll be supporting you with Maro! Tomo: I'll pass. The water looks cold. Kuya: Alright! So the participants are me, Yuki, Joker, Chiba-senpai, and Yagami-kun? Yuki: Let's get lots of high quality apples! Takato: Then, get ready, start! Yuki: *holding breath!* Yagami: Here I go! *splash!* Kuya: *splash!* Chiba: Kwaah! Yagami: ... Damn! Joker: Mm... Yuki: Mghhhhhhh, after all, they're big and hard to bite into! Yuki: Oh, if I turn the apple so the stem is up, that might make it easier. Mgh! Good, I got one more! Arata: Do your best! ... The picture of everyone with their heads in the plastic pool is really surreal. Sonoda: Watching from the sidelines like this, it looks subdued. Chiba: Mm! Yagami: Tch! I dropped it... These damn apples are surprisingly hard to pick up. Yuki: This one's also stem-up! Lucky! Got my 3rd! Joker: Hehe! *sing-song* Takato: Time's up. Please stop and count how many apples you have. Yuki: Phew, I guess I got a lot. Um, it's 6 in all! Kuya: I have three! If I hadn't dropped my pumpkin hat into the pool, I would have gotten more! Chiba: Myself has one. I'm mortified. From now on, I must train with both arms bound! Joker: I have four. Whether I win or lose, I had fun seeing Yuki-kun's sexy face. Arata: (to Chiba) Hayaya, is there any point to practicing kendo like that...? Yagami: (to Takato) Dammit. I didn't even get one. Tomo: Yagami, your make-up is running, it's getting bad. Arata: It's a slit mouthed ghost! Chiba: Ghost...!? Takato: The winner is Asahina Yuki. Congratulations. Takato: The prize is all the remaining apples. Yuki: Alright! Lots of apples! *munch* So sweet! Sonoda: Yuki-kun, can I have a bite? Yuki: Here you go! Sonoda: *munch* Yeah, delicious. It's juicy and has just the right balance of tartness and sweetness. Joker: I'll also take a little bite. *munch* Kuya: Yuki, give me a bite too! Yuki: Kuya-san, you got three didn't you? Whichever you eat, it'll be delicious. Tomo: Is it that delicious? Yuki: I have a lot, so you can have one too, Tomo. Tomo: Thanks. Mm, it's good. Yagami: *munch* Mm, it's really sweet. Yuki: Arata-san, here's some for you too. Arata: Ahhn. Mm, it's delicious. Kuya: Oh! There's nothing but the stem left! Takato: Well then, we have to clean up the rest. Sonoda: If you give me the apples, I'll make apple pies tomorrow for a low price. Takato: Then, the student council will take one whole one, please. Sonoda: Thanks and come again.

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4birds-of-a-feather · 7 years ago

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Chapter 26 - Man, it doesn’t show signs of stoppin’ [part 8]

Birds Of a Feather

(In the previous chapters: Sara can’t hold her liquor and is unexpectedly rather friendly with Stone, who is a bit weirded out by her behavior – especially when she mentions how great Jeff’s ass is; the Twister match finally ends with McCready as the unexpected winner, something that the bass player doesn’t tolerate at all: the two guys proceed to fight but a comment by Sara leads Jeff to put an end to it)

Seattle, 24th December 1984

“Papà, see how good I’ve been? I’ve kept my distance from the kitchen so I wouldn’t be in the way-woah, you basically cooked for an entire battalion!” Sara exclaimed, entering the kitchen and finding it literally overflowing with delicacies of every kind. “Nah, just a couple of things here and there… would you please be so kind as to wear something a little more festive than those pajamas? You know I’m a bit nitpicking ‘bout these things…” “Suuuuure, want me to wear some make-up too?” “That wouldn’t be unwise… and a pair of shoes too, don’t think I didn’t see your faithful Donald Duck slippers!” the man exclaimed, running to take the umpteenth dish out of the oven “Phew, saved by the bell!” <The fuck is goin’ on here?> she thought, but did as her father had suggested all the same. The girl came downstairs after twenty minutes, wearing a Rudolph-the-Red-Nosed-Reindeer green sweater, a pair of Converse of the same color and a little bit of eye shadow. When he saw his daughter’s fashion choices, Aldo barely stifled a couple of chuckles, and was saved by the doorbell ringing. “You waitin’ for somebody?” Sara asked him, going toward the front door. “Not that I’m aware of…” Aldo kept on adding the finishing touches to the appetizers in order to keep himself busy and not laugh in his daughter’s face, while she shrugged and proceeded to open the door. “Hi! Hope I’m not late but it was a bit difficult carrying this while riding the bik-” an all wrapped up warm Jeff had greeted her with a huge beam, and she had instinctively slammed the door in his face. She had literally slammed the door in his face. <DIO, FULMINAMI! SONO UNA TESTA DI CAZZO> she internally screamed, then took a deep breath and re-opened the door. “852 Northeast 68th Street… I knew I had the right address…” Jeff spoke up again, and Sara felt extremely mortified. “I’m so, so sorry! I was so shocked to see you standing there that I basically forgot how to properly behave!” she gesticulated wildly, not being able to look him in the eye. “It’s my fault, I broke you” he retorted with a chuckle full of mirth that allowed her to let out a deep breath and finally make eye contact with him – the crinkle lines around his eyes were the clear sign that he was glad to be there and hadn’t taken any offence in her previous behavior. The girl finally digested what he had said and flushed: “But don’t stand there – please, come in!” Jeff followed her inside and hung his coat and scarf, then stopped to look better at her. “Nice sweater” he grinned, and she suddenly remembered what she was wearing – maybe being electrocuted wasn’t enough, maybe a hole deeper than the Mariana Trench she could crawl into and where she could finally die would have worked better. “I-I didn’t know-” she started, but the words died in her throat when the guy dangerously brought his face closer to hers. “... And I like these earrings” he said, studying one of the red dangle earrings she was wearing and then letting his hand linger in her curls. “Jeffrey! Do come in, I’m finishing to prepare the appetizers!” Aldo’s voice came from inside the kitchen, making his daughter move aside from Jeff as if she had just burnt herself. “Good evening, mr. Fancini!” the bass player had retrieved the package he had brought and smiled at the older man “I parked my bike on the porch, hope it’s not a problem” “Not at all, son! How did you manage to ride your bike and bring this along at the same time?” “Errr – good stamina, I guess?” Jeff had scratched his nape, a lil’ bit embarrassed, then handed him the packet “Just a little present to thank you for the invitation” “Oh, you shouldn’t have!” Aldo tore off the wrapping paper and found a bottle of Pinot blanc. “I didn’t know what was in the menu, so I thought that bringin’ some bubbles would do the trick” “Excellent choice! Lemme put it in the refrigerator – Saruccia, would you please let this young man sit down in the living room? I still have to check the tortellini, the abbacchio and-God, I haven’t stuffed the pandoro yet!” the man almost screamed, running again into the kitchen. The two of them ended sitting in front of each other – just the coffee table between them – and, just as Sara was intent on sinking into the armchair and plotting some serious revenge on her father, the guy spoke up. “That’s some massive tree you have out there… what is it?” “Oh, the wisteria… yeah, it’s huge – best part of the whole house, but that’s just my two cents” “Can’t judge, you should give me a tour before I’m allowed to do that” he raised his hands and winked at her, making her blush for the umpteenth time. “Soooo… guess you’re not goin’ home for this Christmas, huh?” Sara changed topic and immediately wished she had bitten her tongue instead “Shit, I swear I-I’m not tryin’ to send you away – it’s just that-” “No worries” he flashed her a little smile “Anyway nope, and when your father found out about it he’s been so kind to invite me for dinner – said I shouldn’t spend Christmas Eve all alone and all that jazz” <… and he casually forgot to mention this brilliant plan to his only daughter… man, am I going to strangle the old man at the end of the evening…> “Yeah, he’s right! Nobody should be alone on Christmas Eve” “Exactly, and that’s why I took the liberty of inviting this young gentleman to join us this evening…” Aldo made again his appearance, carrying a couple of trays full of salmon canapés and every kind of vegetables in oil and putting them in the middle of the table that was standing near the right corner of the room “Dinner’s served, rebels without a cause!” “Jesus, look at all these delicacies…” Jeff sat down, eyeing all the small bowls that Aldo and Sara were arranging on the table. “Do you like vegetables in oil, Jeff? Because in this house we have an entire army of them!” Aldo enthusiastically began to point at all the different bowls “Those are the artichokes, the ones that Sara is putting down right now are the eggplants, and these are the mushrooms… there’s also peppers, zucchini and olives – here, try one of them!” The young man began to taste them and quickly reached the Nirvana, a content expression already painted on his face. “You better not stuff yourself on these things, mr. Ament – my dad has at least another dozen of dishes to parade…” the girl gave him an enigmatic smile but, at the same time, handed him the tray of salmon-and-butter canapés. “I won’t, even if it’s all delicious… you did a great job, mr. Fancini” Jeff nodded, biting a canapé and trying to restrain himself to take another one. “It doesn’t take a lot of ability to put some salmon and curls of butter on slices of bread… and the vegetables in oil are all prepared by my sisters, they send me a huge box full of them every year – they know that on Christmas Eve we like to drown ourselves in these delicacies…” “We sure do, but not only on Christmas Eve…” Sara added in a seraphic way, picking an olive and trying to spit out its pit without looking like a truck driver – hell, after all she still had her crush sitting right in front of her… “That reminds me I have to turn off the oven, the abbacchio must be ready by now” Aldo stood up and went again into the kitchen, coming back after a few minutes with a pot full of tortellini in broth. “Something to warm up your bellies” he gave Jeff a smile and proceeded to put a big portion of tortellini in his dish “If you want seconds or thirds don’t feel shy, understood?” “I won’t, it’s a promise” the young man imitated the scouts’ gesture, then studied the content of his plate “What’s their filling?” “Prosciutto, I guess – that’s enough, papà, thank you… hope you haven’t already put the parmigiano in there” Sara sighed, moving the tortellini with her spoon. “You surely don’t have faith in your old man, huh missy?” her father gave her a flick on the cheek “I didn’t forget – let’s see if our guest would like to have some of it” “Oh, I always put it on my pasta, so I guess it’s a must-do this evening too” “Well, son, you’re lucky I’m not keen on taking offence for this kind of things but, in my shoes, other people would surely do: that unknown substance you keep on calling ‘parmesan’ is not remotely similar to what I’m about to offer you…” “Here we go again with the preacher act...” the girl sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose “Can we please skip it and go immediately to the most important part – that is eating?” “I get it, I get it, no more bitching” her father raised his hands “But seriously, Jeff: if you’re used to putting alien cheese on pasta, you should totally try the real parmigiano – you won’t regret it” The bass player followed his advice and soon it was already abbacchio’s time – Jeff didn’t know what to expect with that strange name, so finding out that it was lamb chops browned in oil and garlic, spiced with sage and rosemary and served with roast potatoes immensely delighted him – and then also came the stuffed peppers, the fruit salad, the trail mix and the pandoro filled with mascarpone, all served with generous glasses of Sangiovese. “Thank God you didn’t forget I hate mascarpone to death…” “As if I could, with such a petulant daughter…” Aldo pinched his daughter’s cheek “Jeff, want some limoncello to digest this frugal meal? I’d recommend it, and then we can end with a bang – your bottle, how about that?” “Frugal meal?! I’m not going to eat until New Year’s Day, Jesus…” the guy exclaimed, patting his stomach “Anyway, digesting right now sounds like a good plan” “Here, have a sip” the host handed him a shot of yellow liquor – the strong smell of lemons could have resurrected Lazarus without needing any miracle. “Let’s just hope we won’t find him and his bike at the bottom of Green Lake…” Sara snorted, taking in the way Jeff’s cheeks were all rosey – he was all smiles and laughter, apparently genuinely enjoying their company. “Naaah, no problem! I didn’t drink that much” “Yeah, I doubt he’ll ever reach my uncles’ level of intoxication…” “Papà! No need to pester him with our family’s tales of insanity… you want him to run for the hills?” “Insanity… You’re always exaggerating, it’s just some funny anecdote to pass the time” “How much are you willing to bet that, knowing how far our family reunions can go, tomorrow he’ll pretend he doesn’t know us?” “C’mon, I’m dying to know what happened!” “Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya” the girl crossed her arms, already cursing her father’s brilliant idea to tell her crush some freakin’ story about her relatives and their tantrums. “Weeell, first of all: you need to know that I come from a large family – I have four sisters and two brothers – and during the festivities our table was always huge… uncles, aunts, grandfather and grandmother, cousins… everybody was there; festivities are great because you can spend ‘em with your family, your relatives that perhaps are living in other towns, but they can also be a pain in the ass – the organization, the stress, the confusion of having almost thirty people free to roam all over your house… you know how it is” “No, he doesn’t – remember, not all families are insane like ours” “Signorina, lasciami finire!” Aldo scolded his daughter, then resumed his tale “As I was saying, when members of the family are scattered in a few towns, it’s only normal to update each other on what has happened to us during the past year… my uncles Bartolomeo, Ambrogio and Gioacchino used to do the same: they were farmers, so they usually churned out random numbers, for example how much wheat they had produced and things like that… one particular Christmas Eve they took a drop too much and fought about who had produced more wine and oil during the year: they insulted each other, a couple of noses were punched in the process and, in the midst of all that confusion, the roasted cappone – the capon, d’ya know it? The castrated rooster, c’mon! – literally flew on my sister Elvira’s head… she was 15 years old and immediately started to cry because her face was entirely covered with gravy and her new dress had been ruined, while my mother, not caring about the fact that those three troublemakers were still her husband’s brothers, almost killed them with her faithful rolling pin” “… Jesus, what a rollercoaster” Jeff finally spoke up, then burst out laughing “I’d surely pay to attend one of these dinners of yours” “Consider yourself officially invited! We’ll probably spend next Christmas in Florence, so that could be the perfect occasion for you to have a proper Italian holid-” the older man had taken off at top speed, but when his daughter had looked daggers at him, he had coughed a bit embarrassed “Err, I’m going to grab the wine!” and, thus said, he quickly went out the room. “Your grandma seems quite the strong-willed woman – I wonder who has inherited her same temper…” “Hey! It’s not our fault if we have to deal with such a handful on a daily basis” the girl threw a fistful of walnut shells in Jeff’s direction, who resumed to chuckle “Anyway yeah, she’s a true force of nature… I mean, you have to be, if you want to raise seven children without going out of your head” “That sounds like some superhero’s doing, and who could play that part if not moms?” “Yeah, who could do that better than them?” Sara had scrunched up her nose, her mind inevitably running to the woman that, almost seventeen years before, had given birth to her. Luckily for her, the topic was dropped because Aldo had just re-entered the room with the bottle in a hand and a cutting board full of nougat pieces clutched in the other. “I had almost forgotten about the nougat!” he exclaimed, putting the cutting board on the table and then proceeding to uncork the Pinot. Sara partook in their toast with her glass full of Coke – she surely preferred gulping down some nougat instead of drinking wine, whose taste had never pleased her – and, even if it wasn’t midnight yet, they all wished each other a happy Christmas.

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The merry people had then installed themselves in the other part of the room, when suddenly Aldo excused himself because he needed to go to the bathroom, only to come back with a basket in his hands. Sara immediately stood up from the rocking chair where she had been sitting, unable to open her mouth. “Saruccia, I’ve been checkin’ on him the whole evening – now it’s your turn” he smiled at her, finally revealing the presence of a scrawny tabby kitten in the basket; needless to say, the girl ran to pick the little animal up and pulled it into a hug. “The cat shelter told me he was the smallest of his litter, they almost feared he wouldn’t be able to-hey! What have I always told you about the rules of this house? No tears are allowed, c’mon!” the man had patted her on the back, but his daughter wasn’t able to stop the sobbing “I think that quite some time has passed ever since Poe’s passing and we needed a new cat roaming this house, don’t ya think?” Sara nodded and, still sniffing, thanked her father and pulled him into a tight hug – obviously paying attention not to suffocate the new-entry of the family. “Isn’t he the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?!” she then approached Jeff, who agreed with her and gently petted the kitten. “Now you just need a name” “The young man’s right, how do you want to call him?” “Hmm” the girl pondered, looking around, when suddenly her gaze fell on a precise point and she lit up “How about Monty?” “… Like Clift! Nice choice, kiddo” Aldo looked at the A Place In The Sun poster that was hanging near the fireplace and smiled satisfied. “And Monty Python too” “That’s true, I hadn’t thought about it! That’s it, we have a name” Sara nodded all jubilant, then addressed the little cat, focused on the caresses Jeff was still giving him “You have a name, Monty! D’ya like it?” The animal looked attentively at her, then started to purr – the bass player clearly saw how she had literally melted for that little gesture and smiled to himself. While she was busy cooing at Monty, Jeff got lost into observing her: the little red spheres of her earrings slowly swaying among her curls, the adorable way she scrunched up her nose while the kitten was trying to catch it with one of its paws, the long eyelashes and the small dent in the middle of her lower lip… he still couldn’t believe how much a person’s presence could change somebody’s life – and yet, there she was: almost seven months had passed ever since their first meeting and he often found himself wondering how the hell his life was before that notorious 31st May. … better stop asking himself that and start embracing that fresh breath of air that was all curls and toothy grins, like the one she was giving him in that exact moment.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for the night? We have a guest room, you know” Aldo said, walking Jeff to the entrance of the house just a couple of minutes after midnight. “Nah, mr. Fancini, I’m good – it’s just that I start my shift in seven hours and I really should go… but thanks anyway” “Oh, you didn’t tell me you had to work…” “I had already scheduled it when I was thinking I would have spent this evening doing nothing… Boy, I’m glad I was so wrong” the guy chuckled, finishing to fix his scarf and heading for the front door. Sara’s eyes widened in horror. <THE FUCKIN’ MISTLETOE!> The girl and her dad in fact had an inner joke: being two golden singles, they always found it funny to hang some mistletoe on the doorjamb of the front door – betting on who among the two of them would have enough luck to finally “break the curse”. Right now, it wasn’t funny at all. “Then I feel obliged to renew my invitation for next year too! You still have to try the panettone, the cappon-” Aldo had resumed his work of persuasion, when his daughter gave him a nudge in the chest, redness all over her cheeks – both for the fear of Jeff finally noticing the mistletoe and the discomfort caused by her father’s umpteenth attempt to drag the guy into their family in a not-so-subtle way. He had stopped talking and looked at her for some explanation but, luckily for them, Jeff hadn’t noticed their strange behavior because he had crouched down to pet Monty. Sara had indicated the mistletoe with a nod and Aldo finally understood – or so she thought. “Err-Saruccia, why don’t you walk Jeff to the gate? I’d better get started with the dishes” “God, I’m such a boor! Lemme help ya, mr. Fancini, it’s the least I can do to thank-” “NONSENSE!” Aldo almost shouted, already sensing his daughter’s killer instincts rise “Nonsense, son: you’re the guest and you don’t have to lift a single finger… but I appreciate it all the same” “That’s fine with me, but it would have only been right: after all, I ate like a bear” “That has only made me happy: my daughter eats like a little bird, sometimes I feel the need to feed someone with a huge appetite... Well, take good care of ya, Jeffrey – it’s been a pleasure, you’re a good kid” the older man patted him on the shoulder and, after grabbing Monty, went to the kitchen. Jeff had looked at the entrance of the kitchen with a little smile on his lips, then resumed to speak. “Wanna go outside?”

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The sky was clear and the air promised snow, the perfect ending – beginning? – for that evening; Jeff was pulling his bike down the path while Sara was walking by his side, almost disappearing inside the giant scarf she was wearing. “Sooo, I guess it’s time to give you this” he said all of a sudden, leaning his bicycle against the oak from where an old swing was hanging and taking a small package out of one of the pockets of his coat “A silly little thing I made for ya” “A present… for me?” the girl had gasped, taking it from his hands a bit hesitantly “But I didn’t buy you anything, I didn’t know you-” “Believe me, couldn’t find a better gift than your company” he smiled softly, than gave her a little nudge “C’mon, open it!” Sara turned the packet over in her hands, admiring the blue and silvery wrapping paper he had used, then finally tore it off: she looked in amazement at a sketch in pen of herself, framed by the words ‘always touched by your presence’, that was looking right back at her. “It’s-err, it’s a mixtape – I did the art too, probably too sloppily but I had like zero photos of ya and I had to draw by heart…” the guy had explained like a river in flood, feeling more and more stupid as he went on with his stammering “Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yes; I know I pestered you with my Clash tapes for months, so this is some way to make up for it… I chose some songs that reminded me of you, and-OOMPH” he stopped talking because she had literally thrown her arms round his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you-thank you-thank you! This is like the greatest present ever! Well, maybe after Monty… oh, what am I talkin’ about?? You’re the best, thank you!” the girl had squealed while he, after the initial shock, had hugged her back. “You’re welcome, but it��s nothing special…” “Shut up! It is, nobody has ever done something like this for me before, okay? So I’m gonna hang tight on this” she had finally loosened the hug, but his hands still lingered on her back “Can’t wait to see what’s in store for me…” she had started to fumble with the case. “No, please!” the guy had proceeded to stop her “Please… after I’m gone?” “You want me to read it after you’ve left? How come?” “Nothing, it’s just… I want to hear your thoughts about the tape, but not right now; I want you to listen to it in a proper way, gather your opinions and then tell me all about it – right now it would feel too rushed, you understand?” “… Deal; it’s only fair, after you’ve given me such a fine present” “If it takes so little to make you happy, that means I’ll have to give you presents more often” the bass player thought out loud, redness instantly boiling all over his ears. “I-I don’t think that you’d need to spoil me to-to keep me around” Sara had stammered, blushing to the roots of her hair – she immediately gained the brightest grin ever from him. “Yeah… I’m the luckiest guy ever” he gave her a flick on the nose and then retrieved his bike “Now I seriously have to go get some sleep or in a few hours I’m going to fuck up every single order” She quickly nodded and they resumed their brief walk, both of them not daring to speak up for fear of ruining the atmosphere. “Well, thanks again for the gift and your patience – having to deal with both me and my dad can be an exhausting thing” “Are you kiddin’ me? You’re two of the most hilarious people I know, it was a real pleasure hangin’ with ya! I was supposed to get plastered in bed, not stuff myself with delicious things and awesome comp-” The guy’s words had died in his throat because Sara had suddenly stood on the tip of her toes to kiss him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jeffrey. Be safe on your way back home” “Th-thanks, you-you too – shit! – err-I-I meant ‘merry Christmas’ to you too, not the other thing – you’re already home, you don’t need-” “Seems that now it’s my turn to break ya, huh?” the girl sneered, and all he could do was awkwardly patting her head, saying goodbye, finally hopping on his bike and disappearing out of her sight. She giggled to herself, then fished the tape out of her pocket and, while walking back to the house, started skimming through the tracklist. “Let’s see what we’ve got here: New Dawn Fades by Joy Division… (I’m Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear by Blondie – oh, it’s where the mixtape title comes from! – Love Song by AC/DC… LOVE SONG???” She almost stumbled on the steps of the porch but quickly recovered at the last second. <Think, think! AC/DC don’t do ballads, so a song called ‘Love Song’ has surely nothing to do with romantic things… yeah, that’s it> “… New Rose by The Damned – I like this one, he remembered! Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve)??? I Wanna Be Your Dog???? The World’s a Mess; It’s in My Kiss??????” her voice had become higher and higher, almost sounding like a squeak. <… that doesn’t sound like a random friendly mixtape, right?!?!> “The World’s a Mess; It’s in My Kiss…” she muttered to herself with a big grin spread all over her face, then went inside the house clutching the tape tightly to her chest, where she could clearly feel a deep happiness bubbling like crazy.

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“Soooo… how did it go??” “He gave me this mixtape he’s made just for me! Look at it, isn’t it awesome??” “Yeah, it is… now, how about tellin’ your old man how it really went?” “… what do you mean?” “The whole mistletoe accident, c’mon! Who took the first step?!” “Woah, slow down! Nothing happened” “What do you mean ‘nothing happened’?? You two didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?!” “What made you think we would have done it? Sometimes I really can’t understand you…” “But you pointed out the damned mistletoe to me like you’d been possessed! That’s why I let you escort him to the gate…” “Jesus, papà! I indicated it because I didn’t want Jeff noticing it and I needed your help!” “… you’re seriously tellin’ me you didn’t ask me to let you have some private time with him?” “… you’re impossible” “Good God, you’re the one who’s impossible! Find me another dad who’s totally ok with letting his daughter smooch somebody under the mistletoe, I dare you!” “Holy Vittorio De Sica, cut it out!” “I was so invested in this I even said ‘castrated rooster’ instead of ‘castrated cock’…” “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DAD! SHUT UUUUP!” “Kids these days… I’ll never understand ‘em…”

#Eddie Vedder #Jeff Ament #Eddie Vedder fanfiction #Pearl Jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #Jeff Ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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animal-guardian · 7 years ago

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IDENTIFICATION Name: Phantasma

Age: She is ageless, being a ghost and all. But! She did die when she was 32 years old.

Cause of death: Arrows to the back.

Gender: Female

Species: Flower Type Yokai

Height: 0% Form stands at 3’00

50% Form stands at 4’00

100% Form stands at 5’00

Weight: ????

Scars/Deformities: Has no Eyes but that doesn’t mean she can’t see.

Theme song(s):

Blooming Spring, by Go raibh maith agat orchestra (From the game Deemo

Rainy Memory, by Rabpit (From the game Deemo) —— Family Relations Parents: Dead Siblings: None Friends: Has none yet.

Lover: None currently. (Had one in past life)

Offspring: None currently. (Had one in past life) —- Personality

(List at least 3 positive, 2 neutral, and 3 negative.)

Loyalty: She has a strong sense of loyalty, her parents got sick with the wounds they got from an attack from their used to be allies. Using poisoned weapons. illness followed, she was heartbroken at her parents demise and she wished she had been stronger…and after the betrayal she swore to be more loyal than her traitorous Ex-allies showing them what loyalty could have given them. Observing: While her eyes are empty sockets, that doesn’t mean she can’t notice slight changes in behavior and body language. Seeing inner turmoil is a speciality of hers, giving her hunches on what might be working with the individual.

Open minded: Phantasma is open to suggestions, ideas and opinions, and try’s to look at them from different angles so she can understand where they stand. —- Quite: This flower ghost doesn’t like to talk if the situation doesn’t call for it.

Mothering: She can be very motherly to children, She can sometimes be seen with them during any spare time she has. —— Stoic: She isn’t exactly open, in the emotional way, she made walls around her emotions to keep from getting distracted, and at times this becomes a issue with others. And if she endures pain without complaining this can become deadly if the medic doesn’t find her and make her show her wounds.

Eerie: Now this isn’t exactly her fault, Others find her creepy and strange, this makes it hard for them to trust her. And this becomes a problem with the workings of the groups. Because if some don’t trust her it could cause problems with Negotiations or fighting, this also can be a problem in finding a lover.

Strengths: -Gardening- Phantasma is an amazing gardener, true you may think this isn’t a strength. But don’t be so quick to judge! She uses this ability in one of her attacks which summons a large flower bud that sprouts mini Orochi’s across a small area around her. And this comes in handy when she deals with poison from plants.

-A mother’s ferocity- This seems strange as a strength, and true while it’s less affective with her older team mates, it can become a force to be reckoned with! And trust me, her mothering instinct gives her an edge when dealing with others who’ve had emotional scarring.

-Inner Workings- Now this means she can feel and see other people’s auras, seeing if they are depressed, angry, happy and ect. This helps her get a good guess on what her opponent might do.

-Training animals- This comes from her past life, she had a way with animals and this carried into her ghost state. She trains animals to become message carriers and spies. She cares for each one she has, which includes a Dove called Mu, a Python called Mobby, and last but not least a Shiba inu named Maple Leaf.

Weaknesses:

-Her Back- She may be a ghost but she can be injured by magic based weapons, some can be cursed or holy she’s affected by both…but her back is where her weakness lies. And again her back is her bigger weak spot she can still get injured everywhere.

-Her flowers and mini orochi’s- You see, they are not obvious weak spots. But when hit you can see small little marks show up on her chest. Those little love’s are connected to her and hurting them in turns hurt her but she can sacrifice power to make them stronger so beware!

-Cursed or holy weapons- As explained above, she can be injured by magic infused weapons.

—– Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual Status: Single.

Turn On’s

-Accepting- Phantasma wants some one that accepts her personality, and not be put off by her personality or her looks.

-Open minded- She also wants some one who is open minded as well. She hates the thought of someone being to narrow minded to think about the pros and cons.

-Love’s to garden- She would like to have partner that likes plants and gardening. She loves to spend some time on her garden which grows herbs to help with some illnesses and annoyances.

Turn Off’s

-Narrow Minded- Phantasma will NOT tolerate behavior that could damage another’s feelings or ideas. She will not hesitate to smack some sense into the narrow minded being.

-Aggressive- She also won’t stand for a aggressive partner, because to her this means the other won’t leave her be if it is necessary for her. And that will not do.

-Un-loyal- She doesn’t want a partner that will date her and then go off and date some one else just because they think they can while still dating her. This will most likely lead to the ex-partner being spade or nurtured.

-Lazy- She doesn’t want to have to drag the other around, this makes her think that they wouldn’t be able to provide or protect children if they had any. And will make them very un-attractive to her.

Current Crushes: None Past Crushes: Morrow —– History -Past- Phantasma was once a charming young women living with her family in Japan. Being mostly in the mountains she spent her child hood there and it was peaceful for a time. Until she met a strange Yokai known as a Kappa, living in the river near her home. Now she knew of their scary reputation, but she wanted to know if the horror stories were true. She got her chance when the poor Young Kappa was near drying out trying to get back to the river but his foot was caught in a bear trap. She went and helped him, getting his foot out and then helping him into the river to gain his strength back. That’s when they began talking, and talking after a few years she grew to love the Kappa known as Marrow. Her Parents were of course terribly worried how this would work so they seemed aid and found what they thought were their allies in helping their daughter raise a Kappa and human child. But a few days after Phantasma gave birth to the special child, she went to the River Only to discover her beloved had been murdered. She hears screams and yells from her home and with child in her arms she cradled them and ran back home.

Smoke and fire filled her vision as her house was set a blaze, she cried out for her family, for ether of them to answer. But it was in vain attempt as the House was engulfed in flames, she ran as she heard footsteps her parents voice call out and she was relieved to see them. Thanking whichever deity saved them, The family ran off together and the Parents soon explained that they don’t know what caused the blaze. Phantasma soon spoke about her dead beloved Marrow and she cried that night with her child, they met up with their allies telling them what’s happen and they helped give them a new home to stay in. A few weeks pass and on one moonlit night while Phantasma was feeding her child she could faintly hear noises from outside and she at first ignored it. But when her pet Shiba inu started to growl and it’s fur standing on end she looked to her door and could see shadows moving around. She held her child close fearful for her child’s safety. The dog moved forward in a stalking motion growling louder and before she knew what happened her room was under siege.

Phantasma was thrown into a panic as she stood up and bolted as her pet attacked one of them men distracting them long enough for her to slip out the door. She went to find her parents and warn them but, found them dead and cold on the floor, she saw some liquid pushing from their wounds and she could tell they were poisoned. She ran out of the house crying in distress and fear going to a field of red flowers, the sky clear above her the moon shining down lighting her way but the attackers followed her to the field were she couldn’t run any further and collapsed to her knees panting desperately to get air into her lungs. She looks to her tormentors and one took off his mask and she was mortified to see the commander of the party that was supposed to be her allies. She cries out why they would betray her family, he said for the riches they would achieve to turn in a hybrid monster. She crouched over her child hoping to shield them but that’s when they fired, Arrow slicing through her delicate pale skin. One stabbed her through the heart and she bleed out on the field of red flowers, Her child brutally killed and taken from her corpse leaving her their to decay the only person who came to her was her pet Shiba inu. Who howled into the night in sorrow having been injured. As her blood stained the flowers below her a red mist began to seep from the earth and a ghostly wail came from it as it began to take shape…And so Phantasma was born from the spirit energy from the flowers. —– -Powers-

Flower pollen: She exhales a red mist like cloud which is actually flower pollen of the red flowers like the ones in her hair. They bloom in a circle around her, they are poisonous so standing in them to long can cause damage to the attacker.

Orchid Buds: A few larger flowers bloom and small orchids heads come from it to strike at nearby enemies.

Lashing threads: Her long sleeves actually can expand and contract, making them like whips she can even make her poison pollen come from them. ——-

Question: Why is your character needed in the guild? Answer: She can be useful when dealing in herbal medicine, quick field first aid, A decent long ranged defense, A on the go spy and a suitable therapist if needed. And this is more of a bonus in a way, she doesn’t need to eat, or drink…all she needs is sleep she is EXTREMELY low maintenance. And has a good amount of incite into the spirit world and magical items.

Phew! I’m done! Now this character I hope to enter into the group know as the @black-suit-justice ! X3 also if you see her 0% form that was done by Piranhartist on Deviant art! And I developed her from there!

Now hopefully she’s adequate to join the group!

Phantasma © @animal-guardian

Please don’t steal the art or characters!

#Phantasma #black suit justice #animal guardian

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im-abanana · 8 years ago

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“Meant to Belong” [1/3]

Wanted to write a fanfiction about BATIM (Bendy and the Ink Machine), and especially about my new ship Bendalice (Bendy x Alice). I just put it on AO3 too, but whatever, I’ll post it here too! :P

This first chapter is Angst, but the next two will be Angst, Fluff and Smut, so be careful with the next ones and, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Said so, I hope you’ll enjoy!

Summary: Hidden very deep inside his soul for many years, there was a shocking emotion that made the little devil realize that the fallen angel wasn't just a simple co-worker, or a friend, or a rival, or a family member to him; but more, so much more. Their peculiar bond was a little more... complex, unique, maybe genuine. In other words, somehow they were meant to be together, drawn and designed to truly belong to each other. But all the pranks, all the fights and all the teasing sometimes made everything difficult, especially after that particular night.

The thick door of Alice's private dressing room slammed loudly behind her back as the fallen angel walked towards the huge mirror on the wall, sitting in front of it and sinking her aching head in her gloved hands, sighing out deeply and trying to calm the raging thoughts that were invading her mind. “Why can't Bendy just understand that he isn't the only one working on this show? Why can't he be friendly, or at least kind to me and Boris? Why can't people and kids realize how much of an arrogant, spoiled brat that demon is? Why do they...” a wheeze escaped the girl's black lips as the last part of the question carved its way inside her brain, forcing her to feel a sort of guilt, even shame, in the core of her chest. “... why do they love him more than me?”.

She shouldn't have been jealous of Bendy, Alice was aware of that, and somehow the realization that she envied her co-worker made her feel sick in the stomach. Yes, that perfect little angel, the character supposed to be a perfect and gentle creature, envied a stupid, mischievous little devil; she envied the joyful sparks of light in the children's tiny eyes when he would walk on stage with that smug grin of his, she envied the praises Joey and the parents would give him after every single set, while she and Boris would just stay silently behind the curtain and compliment each other, she envied the larger quantity of “Bendy Merchandise” the creators sold every month, she envied... everything.

She envied his whole fucking existence and, very deep inside her heart, no matter how much she desired to become a star and shine at least half as bright as him, Alice knew she would have never reached Bendy's popularity. “Especially after tonight... how could I be so careless?”.

Tripping over Bendy's stupid tail, right in front of dozens of yelling kids while she was singing and dancing on stage side by side with the devil in question and the poor naive Boris, had been mortifying enough, definitely... those brats' ruthless laughter still echoed in Alice's offended mind, and the worst thing was that even the previously calm and uninterested parents completely lost it when the angel made that single mistake! And all because of that stupid step, that one slip! Com'on, it wasn't her fault if that idiotic demon cut her off all of the sudden; he always wanted to be the center of attention no matter what, and Joey knew it very well! But despite everything she said or her sincere apologies about her rash actions (“You could have injured Bendy as well!”, they carelessly said.), she was the one who got severely scolded backstage by the whole crew, except the sweet and generous Boris, of course. “And in an hour I'll have to perform once again in front of those people. Just great, fantastic, exactly what I need to feel better... I'm sure that “The Butcher Gang” would entertain those children way more than me, maybe I should ask them to cover for me. Ugh, but Joey would be furious, I have no choice it seems.”.

The only reasonable thing to do was sucking it up and walking tall and proud on that stage, not caring about the stinging criticism or amused gazes. As long as she didn't have to bear Bendy's wiseacre grin, everything would be fine.

At that exact moment, the wooden door behind the angel squeaked, sign that it had been opened by someone, without any warning, and then discreetly closed again with a silent thud. Alice's muscles tensed for an instant, and when she slowly turned around to see the mysterious visitor's face, she had to hold back an irritated groan and a few insults that came to her mind incredibly fast. “Aww! Don't give me that sneer, toots! I came here to check on you!”.

“Get lost, Bendy. I'm not in the mood to put up with you and your childish games.” the young woman replied with pure hatred, staring at the tiny demon standing right in front of her, as usual not scared or intimidated by her enraged expression; the devil's black jacket, the one he was elegantly wearing during their performance, was rapidly tossed away as Bendy made himself comfortable, sitting on a chair and relaxing, as if everything was his private property. And he still had that idiotic, conceited smile on his face... “I said get lost! I did not invite you inside!” Alice repeated with a snarl when she realized she had been completely ignored, getting up and clenching her fists. “Did you hear me, you stupid devil!? This is my dressing room! These are my things! That is my chair! And I want you out of here right now, you understand!?”.

“Woah, calm down Angel Cake, no need to be so snarky! I just came here to congratulate with you... for the perfect landing on the stage, especially on your butt! Seriously sweetie, after tonight the creators should change your slogan in -She sings! She dances! And she falls on her huge ass!-!” Bendy simply replied with a small shrug and then with a coarse laugh, smirking in response and turning in “his” chair, his pitch black eyes blinking joyfully as Alice got even angrier and grayer on her smooth cheeks. Oh, how he loved to tease that angel! “Uhh, someone's mad, toots? Eheh... ehy, com'on Angel Face, put that hairdryer down! I'm just playing aroun-! Alice... please, put that thing down. N-no, don't! Boris, Joey! BORIS AND JOEY, HELP ME! Alice wants to hurt me! AHH!”.

The black haired girl threw at the short demon the hairdryer, a spray can, a shoe, a thick book, a desk lamp and even a small table she found in a corner, managing to predict his erratic movements and scoring at least three perfect hits in the face with the last objects. “Golly toots, calm down! Don't ruffle any feathers, and just sit do-! Umh... ops, right, I'm very sorry! That was way out of line, I admit it! Forget what I just said and... no, stop with that stuff!” Bendy hid behind the nearby couch and bit his pale lower lip as he immediately recalled that Alice, in fact, didn't have wings. Sometimes the spiteful devil would call his graceful co-worker dumb names, like “Angel Cake”, “Angel Face” or “Toots” when he simply wanted to flirt, but the most hated of them all was definitely “No Wings”; being a horned fallen angel, an imperfect creation that represented pride and betrayal by nature, had always made that talented woman feel uncomfortable on stage, almost under constant pressure: after all, that kind and good-hearted angel was supposed to be a perfect and beautiful artist, but it was clear to see that, when all eyes were locked on her, she felt worse or maybe in danger, despite she tried to hide those nasty feelings with sweet smiles and a strong character. “I swear, this time I didn't mean it! I shouldn't have said that and I apologize for that, ok?”.

“Get. The. Living. Hell...” Alice hissed and lifted a pretty big wooden nightstand with both arms, her dark and shiny irises glowing red for a moment as she literally shouted the last part of the phrase and hurled that piece of furniture to him at the same time, not caring about destroying her refined sofa or anything else, really. She just wanted that intolerable cartoon out of her sight, once for all. “OUT! I've heard enough from you, Bendy! Go away!”.

Dodging the violent hit with a nimble leap, the tiny demon raced towards the dressing room's exit at full speed, his pointy tail tightly pressed between his shaking legs in defeat and pure terror. “You got that toots, leaving now, goodbye, see you in one hour, get ready and beautiful and prepared for the big show, babe!!!” Bendy nodded with great vigour, desperately crawling outside and closing the white door behind his narrow shoulders, giving up and choosing to live. Damn, what a jerk, he was just having fun!“Phew... That was too close indeed... jeez, what's wrong with Alice tonight? I was just kiddin', she is too overly-sensitive! Bah girls, I'll never understand them!”.

But that's when Bendy heard a quiet noise, an easily recognisable sound that filled his careful ears and made him freeze in his shady track when he realized what he had just done: his usually joyful and positive co-worker was silently sobbing behind the layer of wood that separated the duo, her slim face buried deeply in her tapered fingers. He, with his unintentionally cruel and selfish words, had made Alice cry and had probably hurt her already damaged spirit. Sadness, nervousness, humiliation, insecurity, fear, incomprehension and rage merged all together, causing a painful weep to escape from the angel's wet lips and a couple of heavy, inky tears to stream down her soft and marked cheeks.

Well, damn crap. Good fucking job, you made Alice cry, you stupid little dancing moron. You... you made your co-worker upset right after an important performance, very well done.

“She never cried before... or did she?” Bendy asked with a gentle huff, mostly to himself, dropping down and pressing the left side of his artificial skull against the thin drywall, guilt and sorrow filling his short limbs and spreading quickly along with an empty hole, consuming the energies of the middle, throbbing spot of his incredibly gaunt chest. “Did I ever... even notice?”.

Of course you didn't notice her feelings or Boris' ones, you idiot. You're just a egotistical little shit, you only care about yourself and your popularity, and no one else. Right?

No, wrong, so wrong. Of course he cared about that kind angel and about Boris, they were his best friends. Well, his only friends, to be fair... and making Alice suffer or breaking her heart was the last thing Bendy wanted to do, despite how much he loved to tease her, underline his own attitude or sometimes fight with her, verbally and physically. That little demon thought that everyone knew that he was just kidding, that all he liked to do was playing around and having fun, not only with the kids, his little beloved fans. But now he evidently took a bad step...“You fucked up Bendy, you hurt one of your own friends.”.

You shouldn't lie to yourself like that, you know?

Yeah, he shouldn't have indeed. Hidden very deep inside his soul for many years, there was a shocking emotion that made the little devil realize that the fallen angel wasn't just a simple co-worker, or a friend, or a rival, or a family member to him; but more, so much more. Their peculiar bond was a little more... complex, unique, maybe genuine. In other words, somehow they were meant to be together, drawn and designed to truly belong to each other.

No matter if they were living and thinking creatures, capable of taking their personal decisions and freely express their temperament, the innate attraction they shared was still there, impossible to remove or ignore. Was it because of his purpose, for the audience, was it just a trait he couldn't erase from his artificial DNA? Or was it because after all, it was a real feeling, spontaneous? “No. She is my rival, that's what we truly are, that's what we both chose to be. Joey might tell me that Alice Angel is my official love interest, but we both know this won't happen. I am the number one, I must be on top of this whole show, I won't give up the place I've earned just for love!”.

So, you're even admitting that you're in love with her, uh? Nice move, you idiot!

That wasn't good, oh no, that wasn't good at all! He had to fix the situation as soon as possible, no matter what, even if the idea of facing her again in a few seconds was rather scary and intimidating, so much that Bendy had to rub his throbbing temples with his white gloves. “Grow a pair Bendy, you're the boss here! Yeah, you're the big star! Now walk into that room and deal with Alice!”.

Damn right he was! And besides, he still needed to get his black jacket back.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #bendy the dancing demon #alice angel #bendy x alice #bendalice #fluff #angst #fanfiction #batim

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darweaniedraws · 8 years ago

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Things Left Unsaid, Chapter 2: Don’t Say Soulmate

The second chapter to my olicity soulmates au, set in Arrow Season 1 and Season 2 canon. Here’s the chapter summary:

“Felicity gets a really interesting visitor at work after a certain someone returns to Starling City after five years on a deserted island.”

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Felicity always finds it ironic that the farthest best workplace from MIT and her days as a hacktivist would be Queen Consolidated. After meeting her apparent soulmate at that college party a few years ago, Felicity had vehemently pushed the memory way back into her mind. She hadn’t even told Cooper about it. He didn’t care about her mark at all. He thought soulmates were overrated. Of course, Felicity tried not to think about Cooper so much anymore. Not after what happened to him because of her and her terrifying skills with a computer.

Upon receiving the job offer from the CEO of QC, Walter Steele, and discovering that her soulmate’s family owns the company, she almost declined the job, But, and she admits this sounds a little morbid, since Oliver Queen was declared after he and his father most likely drowned when their boat was wrecked in a storm in the middle of the ocean, Felicity had figured she wouldn’t have to deal with any soulmate related issues.

That is, until a few weeks ago, when Oliver Queen is discovered on a deserted island in the North China Sea and is returned home after five years.

His return, of course, causes pandemonium the second word got out of his survival. Every media outlet has been going nuts about Oliver Queen. How has he survived five years on an island? What did he eat? What took so long to find him? How did he get so fit? (Felicity has tried her hardest to avoid those types of articles. The tabloid pictures she’d seen of him before she forced herself to stop had her insides in knots.)

She considered quitting her job and moving to Central City, but her own stubbornness gets the best of her every time she does consider it. So Felicity is sticking with QC. She just hopes the odds are in her favor this time.

Of course, they’re not though, because when she is entirely too focused on filling out the reports on her most recent change to QC’s cyber security with a red pen sticking out between her teeth, a gruff clearing of the throat catches her attention.

“Felicity Smoak?”

It’s been years, but she can still recognize his voice. Out of shock, Felicity wheels her chair around and takes the pen out of her mouth, hoping she doesn’t look too frazzled as her lips most definitely form into an ‘o’.

“Hi, I’m Oliver Queen.”

Felicity tries her hardest to just stare in shock and not blurt out the first thing on her mind. “Of course! I know who you are. You’re–” Don’t say “my soulmate”. Don’t say it. “–Mr. Queen.”

Phew. Felicity has to hold back her sigh of relief that she didn’t say those mortifying two words. It doesn’t seem like he recognizes her.

Oliver shakes his head. “No, Mr. Queen was my father.”

“Right, but he’s dead.” And Felicity thought she couldn’t say anything worse than admitting they are soulmates. She shakes her head to clear her mind from more inappropriate words. “I mean he drowned.”

Someone kill her now. Of course, her brain loves to prove her wrong every time when it comes to social interaction.

“But you didn’t. Which means you could come down to the IT department and listen to me babble.” The way he just stares at her, amused, makes her even more nervous for some reason. Felicity really needs to stop herself now. “Which will end in three, two, one…”

Miraculously still here despite her awful and inappropriate babbling, Olive reveals a laptop. “I’m having some trouble with my computer,” he explains,” and they told me that you were the person to come and see.”

He lays the laptop down on her desk, folds his very big, very attractive muscular arms, and continues,” I was at my coffee shop, surfing the web, and I spilled a latte on it.”

The second Felicity examines the laptop, her eyebrows raise. Are those bullet holes?”

“Really?” she doubts, giving Oliver a chance to tell her the truth. “Because these look like bullet holes…”

Quick to the beat, with the straightest face he seems to muster, he lies, “My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood.”

While this interaction is a hundred times better than their first one, Felicity can’t help but tilt her head in disbelief at how ridiculous this man is. His coffee shop is in a “bad neighborhood?” Is he serious? That’s the best he could come up with to cover up whatever bizarre thing that happened to result in a bullet-ridden laptop.

To recover from his embarrassingly bad lie, Oliver immediately puts on a charming smile, reminiscent of his frat boy days. “If there is anything that you could salvage from it, I would really appreciate that.”

If Felicity were any other girl, she might have fallen for his charm. However, despite her disbelief in him, Felicity keeps eye contact with Oliver. This time around, it’s not sexually fueled, but that doesn’t make it any less intense. She almost can’t breathe for a moment. Before she knots it, Felicity responds with a nod.

Maybe she’s not as immune to his charm as she thinks.

It barely takes her five minutes to get all the files recovered from the laptop’s hard drive, but Oliver has made himself comfortable by grabbing an empty chair from one of the empty cubicles around hers. He waits patiently and quietly at her side while she sifts through the files.

What Felicity finds is strange for a formerly deserted island resident to have on his laptop. “It looks like blueprints…”

“Do you know what of?” he asks.

Her brow furrows slightly. Strange question from the person who supposedly owns this laptop.

What follows is an exchange that proves to Felicity that this isn’t really his laptop and leaves Oliver deep in thought for a few seconds, almost as if he is planning something in his head.

When he doesn’t seem to be snapping out of it anytime soon, Felicity inquires,”Would that be all, Mr. Queen?”

“Oliver,” he responds without hesitation.

“Right. Oliver… Is there anything else I could help you with?” she asks again.

“If you could put these files on this flash drive for me,” he pulls one out of his pants pocket, “that would be great.”

Felicity nods and takes the drive from him. She tries to ignore the rush of energy that soars through her when their fingers brush by hurrying along with the transfer process. After a minute, all the strange files have been loaded onto Oliver’s flash drive.

“Here you go, Mister–uh–Oliver,” she corrects herself as she hands him the drive.

Oliver pockets it and stands up. “Thank you, Felicity.”

He puts his used chair back where it came from and moves to stand in front of her desk. Making eye contact again, Oliver offers a sincere smile and says, “I really appreciate this.”

Felicity observes him a little. He’s so much different than the frat boy she remembers from all those years ago. It’s almost refreshing, this new level of sincerity he has. But she still can’t ignore the fact that he’s lying about something.

“It’s not a problem,” she answers with a polite smile. He isn’t the same person he was back in college. Oliver is incredibly respectful and sincere now, if not a little bit suspicious with the whole bullet-ridden laptop. So Felicity really hopes she won’t regret it when she adds, “If you need anymore IT help, you know where to find me.”

With that, he moves towards the door with a smile on his face.

Felicity nearly sinks in her seat to relax before Oliver pauses at the door. He lays a hand on the doorframe, tapping it a bit with his index finger, before turning his head back to her. “Actually, I have one more question.”

Frack. Felicity has a feeling she knows what he’s going to say. But she can’t exactly tell Oliver Queen that he’s not allowed to ask her more questions, so she offers a small, hopefully not too nervous smile in confirmation for him to continue.

“Have we met before?”

It’s almost like the air is sucked out from her lungs. Even though she had been expecting the question, it still manages to fluster her. “Uh… no, I don’t think so,” she answers unconvincingly. To try to cover up her horrible lying skills (does it run in the soulmate area?), she lets out a nervous laugh, “I’m sure I would remember meeting Oliver Queen.”

He seems to hesitate to accept her lie, given the hunt of doubt in his gaze, but he purses his lips a little and nods. “Alright. Sorry for the weird question. You just… remind me of someone I met a few years ago.”

So Oliver does remember her. Or at least the old her, with the dark hair, dark clothes, and dark heavy makeup. She looks entirely different now, her hair dyed blonde, her makeup light, and her clothes brightly colored. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to recognize her right away. In a way, that was the whole point to her makeover.

“Thanks again, Felicity,” Oliver says before finally walking through the door.

Felicity doesn’t expect the pang of disappointment that hits her when he leaves. Shouldn’t she be glad he doesn’t recognize her? SHe’s never really wanted a soulmate.

Even though they weren’t actually soulmates, her parents had ruined the idea of soulmates and romantic love for her. Cooper had tried to remedy that, but… that didn’t turn out very well, to put it lightly.

The concept of love and soulmates has been shattered for Felicity. She can’t give her heart to someone. Not fully. That just gives them more opportunity to tear it apart.

So why does some small part of her wish she had told Oliver that she is the girl that made his mark burn all those years ago?

Felicity huffs out a frustrated breath. She is going to regret telling him to drop by every time he needs some tech help.

#olicity fic #arrow fic #my fic #soulmates au #things left unsaid

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fuckyeahgakuenheaven · 7 years ago

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2014 GH2 Halloween story!

For Halloween 2014, a long story was posted with Yuki and all the boys, and all their Twitter headers and icons were temporarily replaced with special Halloween versions! They reverted back almost right away after Halloween, but I've saved them all so they're not gone forever. :D

#gakuen heaven #gakuen heaven 2 #gh2 translation #halloween #happy halloween

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