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catsplushellhounds · 4 years ago

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favorite headcanons (and theorys?) of glee that i created

i was thinking if i really was going to write this, but im bored so lets go, this got so long and i am so sorry (not really it was fun and i liked it, if you like big metas you probably gonna like this)

*this can have some triggers for some people because i will be talking about bullying, abandonment, depression and violence*

(also i would like to say that most of this are things that i like to believe happened, and idk if the rest of the fandom agrees or if someone said it before and this is all blaine related, i left it glee on the title because it sounded better idk)

- blaine's dad is filipino and he left after blaine came out

i know that blaine said he was there in shooting stars, but hear me out

first of all, to me his name is tod anderson, dont ask me why it just makes sense and i like how it sounds.... so

in sexy, blaine tells burt that his dad tried many times bonding with him, but apparently that didnt work, because he also says "you think my dad built a car with me because he loves cars? i think he did it because he thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight." and after 4x18, he is never mentioned again? and he wasnt on his son's wedding too

so my theory here is that he never accepted that blaine is gay, and all of his "efforts of bonding" were actually because he thought he could "fix" blaine, and when that didnt worked he left, (that also explains blaine's abandonment issues) but he did came back im the shooting episode because he felt guilty for what he did, but after he saw it was a false alarme he went back on pretending he didnt have a gay son

to be really honest sometimes i pretend that his dad wasnt on the shooting day because i feel that it doesnt fit that well into this and i really like this one because its kinda obvious to me that blaine have daddy issues??? so usually i just put on my character-backstory that blaines dad left after he came out and never came back

for the first year that he was gone, blaine spended every night trying to contact him. sometimes he just texted, but most of the times he called and left a message crying begging him to come back and tell him what he'd done that made his father hate him so much, his dad never called or texted back

- blaine's parents

(im not sure if this is canon but blaine's mom is named pam)

i know that technically i've already talked about blaine's family when i was talking about his dad but that is so complex i felt i had to do a topic exclusive for that

i believe blaine has and always had a good relationship with his mother, yes she was usually gone because she works selling a really famous cosmetic line she created (to me the andersons are a really known name) that would explain how blaine could study in a school like dalton (he said so himself that dalton isnt a school that anyone could afford), and why she is never there

but despite her being busy with her job, she always tried to keep im touch with blaine, texting him, and calling and skyping

blaine always missed her, but he tried to not make her feel guilty about working too much, because she loves her job

sometimes he got really depressed, because he wished she could be there to see him sing with his friends, or just be there so that he could hang out with his mom like all of his friends did with their parents

his das was a businessman, i dont know why it just fits to me, also idk what kind of business because i dont understand any of it so thats up to imagination

before he came out, he and his dad were super close, sure his dad a lot of the time was busy but he was at home more than his mom, his dad was the one that introduced him to liking sports, and they always watched games together (cooper would join in too) and his dad always let him have a sip of his beer, blaine always loved those moments and his dad was like a hero to him, he was sure that coming out to him would be easy, because he would love him no matter what

all of the andersons have always been brodway babys, all 4 of them liked to sing, tod was a little bit more serious and didnt dance around the house like cooper, blaine and pam but he enjoyed seeing them having fun

the andersons were like the perfect family of the neirbourhood, all 4 of them are very good looking, talented and educated so yes everybody thought they were perfect

they all lived in the philippines until blaine was 5, and then moved to ohio because tod got a really good job offer there

after blaine came out, his parents argued A LOT. tod would ask himself and pam of what he had done wrong and pam would say its nobodys fault and thats just how blaine is

(to me that was the time tod was revealed to be an asshole and not long after he divorced pam and stoped talking to all of them, except for cooper, he and cooper still talked)

- blaine's bullying

the bullying blaine went through was a lot like kurt's, people laughing at him, shoving him around, beating him up, etc

he tried putting a brave face through it but he started losing all of his light, even more when all of his complains didnt matter at all

it only got sort of better when he met skylar (thats the kid he went to sadie hawkings with, i read in a fic that was his name and stuck with me so im calling him skylar)

skylar was going through the same thing he was, and one time blaine saw him getting shoved at lockers, and helped him pick up his books and thats were they started talking

maybe they liked each other, they never got to find out because after the bash, skylar never spoke to blaine again

blaine was in a 2 week coma after getting beat up, and the first thing he said when he woke up was "where's my dad" and his mom had to gently tell him his das was not there. that was when blaine realized he actually meant nothing to his dad and that broken him even more

he was bashed about 3 months after his father left him, and for the rest of that school year he was homeschooled by a teacher his mother hired

- blaine joining dalton and the warblers

so, since blaine is a year younger than kurt, in my head goes sorta of like this

he came out when he was 13, that was the time he was bullied, beaten up abandoned and homeschooled, and he joined dalton when he was 14, but to be a warbler he had to be a little older than that, so he had to audition to join (im guessing you dont have to audition to be a warbler, just to have a lead, i mean kurt didnt auditioned, right?) and and trent auditioned together, they became friends and were roomates (dalton is a boarding school DONT @ ME EVERYBODY KNOWS ITS TRUE)

it took blaine a while to take the step to audition, because he was still scared, but wes and david helped him and gave him a little seed of the confidence he pretends to have later on, but when he sang for the warblers for the first time they were all blowed away by how good was his singing voice even if he was only 14

after he felt comfortable in the warblers, he became friends with nick and jeff, and they were a trio of dumbassess, wes and david (usually the most mature of all the warblers) sighed everytime they saw nick, jeff and blaine doing something stupid

trent joined in sometimes but he always had been a really chill dude, and he saw blaine as a older brother (even tho blaine is younger than him)

jeff, nick and blaine pulled pranks on wes and david like hiding stuff from them and act all inocent when they asked if they saw said thing

the warblers had a bet going on how long would it take for kurt and blaine to start dating (and yes all of them shipped klaine, and even after kurt and blaine went to mckinley the warblers still kept hearing about them and seeing them on jacob ben israel's blog)

jeff, nick, trent, wes and david were the only real friends blaine had there

wes and david has already gratuated when the slushie happened, and nick, jeff and trent all apologized to blaine after that (even though they had no idea that was gonna happen) but their friendship was never the same

- blaine and cooper's relationship

as we know, blaine and cooper didnt got very along when blaine was growing up, cooper is 9 years older than blaine, and has always been really hard on him and thaat made blaine really dislike cooper, even tho he really wanted for them to be friends, he always has bitter feelings towards him duo to all of the pressure and expectation he was under because cooper was the oldest, and blaine felt like he had to be just as good or better than him, so he also had a lot A LOT of jealousy

but that started to change after "big brother", when they talk things out, cooper finally realizes how blaine feels, and starts doing his best to be best brother to blaine

they dont become besties immediatly, blaine helps him with his audition (which makes kurt really proud and happy seeing cooper being all excited talking to blaine, while blaine is trying to pretend like hes cool but actually hes just as excited), and they start to talk more and more after that

after finn dies is when they start getting actually close, after the funeral, he calls cooper but dosent say the reason why, he just says that he loves him and that he misses his big brother, they call and talk to each other a lot more after cooper finds out about finn

when cooper has a son, he and blaine teach the little guy how to dance and they play a lot of happy and fun piano songs to him

- the anderhummel family

blaine and burt are actually really close, they both like sports and beer so they watch games together and bet about whos gonna win, burt sorta of became the dad blaine lost, but in a non weird way, because they both agreed that blaine calling burt "dad" after he married kurt was just... weird

finn and blaine played a lot of videogames together, sam and puck played with them too, but when kurt was helping on dinner or more interested in a magazine or trying to convince carole to let him do a makeover on her, finn and blaine played videogames and maybe sometimes gossip about kurt and rachel (after he became besties with sam he did that same thing but hey playing videogames and talking about your s/o is fun!)

carole took care of blaine when he was in the hospital for the eye surgery, and when he was hangover at kurt's after biota she helped him with all the vomiting and headaches and all of that

pam met carole and burt when blaine got slushied, blaine was already like family to the hudson-hummels at that point, so when burt found out what happened he ran to the hospital, (carole was already working there anyway) and thats where they met, it wasnt ideal and all of them wete stressed and worried but they got along pretty well

pam, burt and carole werent really close since pam was usually out working, but the few times they sat down to talk to each other they really liked. pam thinks burt and carole are a sweet couple, that raised two wondeful boys and burt and carole think that pam is a sweet and funny lady, they all exchanged embarassing stories about kurt and blaine (that made them go "MOM DONT TELL THEM THAT" or "DAS STOP I WAS 7")

pam absolutely adores kurt, he was fascinated when he found out she had a line of cosmetics and spended hours talking to her about skincare routines

blaine can always make carole laugh, she thinks hes a sweetheart and usually keeps burt from bursting into the room when the door of kurts bedroom is closed ("i told them already, leave at least 2 inches open, is that really so hard??" "honey, relax they're just watching a movie" "im going in there" "no you're not leave the boys alone")

burt has walked in a few times on klaine making out on the couch and he always makes a joke about it to not make it awkward

burt was thrillled to know he was gonna be a grandpa, and he spoils tracy anderson to OBLIVION (blaine doesnt argues because he sorta of does the same thing)

even after both breakups, burt and blaine had always kept in touch, maybe it wasnt what it used to be when he and kurt were still mad at each other, but once they go back being friends, blaine is a little more comfortable in hangin out with the hudson-family

- blaine's depression in s6

i think is canon thay blaine had depression and anxiety during the whole show, right? it just got worse in s6 because kurt breaking up with him was sort of what pulled the trigger

it begun when his father neglected him, and it only got worse and worse, he was abandoned by his father and sometimes felt like by his mother and brother too, he had anxiety and it got worse after sadie hawkings, then kurt and him broke up for the first time, and he kept bottling it all up until it all reached the boiling point and it all exploded when kurt broke up with him

(side note, i think that when kurt started pulling away from him in s6, it reminded him of his dad pulling away too, his dad tried to bond with him but i feel that as harder blaine tried to make his dad stay, didnt matter and his dad kept pulling away until he was gone, that makes a parallel to s6 breakup, and why blaine was trying so SO hard to make kurt stay, because he had been there before, and he wasnt good enough for his dad, and he really wanted to be good enough for kurt)

so, after they breakup, blaine stays in a cheap hotel, not getting out of bed and feeling empty inside, his phone buzzed a little with missing calls from his friends but at some point the batery died and he just ignored, he only charged after 2 days because he probably had to let people know he's still alive

he went back to the loft in the afternoon, because he knew kurt wouldn't be there, he was going away and leaving nothing behind when kurt showed up, blaine was kinda of embarassed because he was probably stinking and his hair and clothes were a mess

im not sure if they talked at all after the breakup night, but i kinda feel that blaine might have said to kurt something like "you think i'm broken? when are gonna realize the problem here isnt just me? i should have known, everytime things get serious and scary between us you run, you're so afraid of something and honestly i have no idea of what, please just stay away from me" (i dont knooow he was angry and being all cold to kurt and shit i think that happened and maybe thats what made kurt go to therapy)

he got kicked out of nyada because he didnt left his hotel room for anything other than food, and he felt even more lost after receiving the email saying he was no longer a student there, thats when he decided to go back to lima

in lima, he barely left his room, he didnt ate for days and when he wasnt crying he was sleeping, his friends would call, text and sometimes try to visit him but he never texted back, answered the calls or opened the doors for them, sam was the only one that had some success because he was living in lima too and could go to blaine's house more often, sometimes he got lucky and blaine would open the door for him

at first he tried to do pep talks to help his bestie get better, but nothing helped so at one point he just sat there with blaine and did nothing with him, because at least like that he wouldnt be alone

one day blaine felt a little better and started trying to be okay again, it was never easy but he got a job at breadsticks, and even tho he would much rather be in his bed he kept working because at least like that his mind was busy with something

after he started therapy, he still felt empty inside, the world was still sorta of grey to him and he didnt felt like doing anything, so he had to take meds for that, and kept taking them even after kurt cane back (but as blaine was getting better they slowly became less and less needed)

when blaine started working at dalton, he was already in a much better place that he was when he came back, and throughout s6 he was still battling depression, and wasnt always okay, sometimes he would still want to just be alone and dont talk to anybody or do anything, and if that happened when he was surronded with people he would just be more quiet, that sometimes got rachel and kurt's attention, because they're not used to this "new" blaine and when they asked him if he was doing okay he would just say "yeah, im just tired" sam later on explained to them what that usually meant, it meant that blaine needed some alone time because he was draining himself a lot

- blaine at nyada vs blaine at nyu

soooo i have a good theory about this one, at nyada blaine was constantly surronded by people who would probably kill someone to get at the top, to be the best

and was such a competitive place, that ended up being toxic for blaine. i used to think that he didnt fit there because he always was one of the best in show choir and dalton and he was always *that* guy, but now i think he didnt fit there because actually he dosent like competition that much

okay, sure, playful competiton with your friends its fun, show choir competiton is fun, fighting with tina, mercedes, rachel, santana and unique about solos was fun because it was serious but he was with his friends so okay, whatever

but the competition they had at nyada was just SO MUCH, and lets agree nyada is kinda of a toxic place in general, people made fun of kurts face and clothing there, rachel's "friends" ditched her when she lost the diva off to kurt and started kissing up to him, and (im not sure about this one but like 99%) people laughed when blaine lost to kurt at combat's class

my point is, in nyada, people only like you if you do well in classes, there's a lot of lying and backstabbing going on and c'mon blaine pratically grew up like this with cooper

always not good enough, always behind, always made fun of, never being great at anything, so maybe thats why blaine felt so stressed at nyada, and why he gets so insecure in 5x16, seeing kurt being praised and getting all of that attention might have reminded him of the years he and cooper didnt get along so well

he didnt found himself at nyada, mostly he was there because it was said to be the best school and rachel and kurt were there, so great, right?

but i get the feeling that at nyu things were a little lighter, not easier, but lighter, it didnt had so much toxic people, it wasnt a place where it was kill or be killed, people helped each other when needed and yes there was still competition, obviously but (almost) nobody made fun of people for failing

(i said almost there because im sure there was some douchbags there too, they're everywhere, but i hope you got my point)

- blaine's friendships

i am almost done i am so sorry this is so long i've been here for like 2 hours

i have some small headcanons about blaine's friends, because we did NOT get enough of his friendships (im leaving kurt out of this one because maybe one day ill do a meta/hc/theory about klaine....... maybe)

mike and blaine were besties on s3

they both like to dance and sometimes they+brittany would do a dance number together, sometimes for the glee club to see, sometimes only to themselves because thats fun

mike talked with blaine after the its not right but its okay number to see what happened and if he was okay (actually it was mostly blaine just venting about it "AND THEN HE SAID HE WANTED TO MAKE KURTS VOICE HIS RINGTONE I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK????????")

blaine talked to mike about mike's dad because he knew what mike was going through and they both agreed thay family sucks sometimes

after mike graduated he and blaine kept têxtil each other and sometimes sending gifs or videos of dance moves to each other

santana and blaine were actually really good friends

after the glee club found out about what santana's grandmother had done when she came out, when they were alone blaine told santana about his dad, even tho he was afraid she was gonna tell everyone because he doesnt like talking about it, just so that she would know that shes not alone and its not her fault, santana never once teased or told anyone about this, she always sorta of liked him and thought he was nice but that moment she started seeing him as a friend

while preparing for the new directions vs warblers in 3x11, santana tried helping blaine bring out his inner bad boy, she helped him pick his outfit and they planned together the whole performance

(im stealing this one from a post i rebloged i guess a day ago? i didnt found the blog to tag but this is the post) > santana and blaine are friends on facebook, and follow each other on twitter and instagram, and they always spam on each others profiles because they're comfortable to do that with each other

santana kinda sees blaine as a male version of brittany, so she has this need of protecting him (which is kinda why she was super invested in getting him justice for his eye)

speaking of his eye, when he was at home before surgery, santana went there and told that she was gonna make sebastian confess what he'd put on thr slushie, blaine asked her how she knew where she lived but she cut him off, she also came back there after and told him everything, and she and kurt asked him what he wanted to do about it

brittany and blaine really were sunshine twins

they always liked each other, blaine didnt get her at first, but he got used to it

she always talked to him about cats, and what lord tubbington was up to, she tried inviting him to fondue for 2 but he knew that she would ask some really private questions so he always came up with an excuse

after he almost went back to dalton, she (alongside with tina, sam and marley) tried to make him feel as welcome as possible

when she was dating sam, sometimes the three of them would go to her house after school and cuddle in her bed with lord tubbington while watching a movie

when britt was planning their weddings, she asked blaine to try up some suits (with the excuse that she wasnt sure the one she picked was right), but she asked him that like a day after he kissed kurt at rachels party so she could tell he was kinda sad and asked him why, he told her and she said it was gonna be okay because their love was magical (it was weird but it did made blaine feel good, so...) she was also the only person he told that

blaine and britt always have ideas like "we should totally put glitter in the entire room to celebrate our wedding aniversary!" kurt and santana shut down the idea at the same time

blamtina were like 3 chaotic brothers

sam and blaine would have a dumb idea that would result in absolute chaos (but funny tho) and tina always plays along with them even if she thinks its a bad idea

the three of them are completely harry potter nerds, sam and blaine are hufflepuffs while tina is a ravenclaw, in a halloween party in s4 they went as the golden trio

after graduation, sam and blaine still skyped tina and told her all about ny, and she would tell them all about her collage

sam kept his promise of sending his imitations to tina and blaine sometimes would call her to vent about a fight he and kurt had

blaine read all of the harry potter books to sam

after sam talked blaine into staying at mckinley, sam and tina would always be with blaine, always talking to him, and spending time with him, thats how the 3 of them got so close

marley and blaine were good friends

when marley joined the new directions, blaine was one of the first to make her feel welcome

when blaine almost left for dalton, she tried make him see that she liked him in the nd too, and would randomly start talking to him so that he wouldnt feel alone

she would rant about jake to him sometimes, like how he wanted to have sex but she wasnt ready, and blaine told her she should do it only when she felt comfortable

after she got suspended, he apologized for yelling at her because of the performance, and remembered mr schue that she was recovering from an eating desorder and that he shouldnt be so hard at her

unique and blaine were "frenemies"

they started off not liking each other, since they both wanted it to be the new rachel, even after blaine won, he and unique still were kinda competitive with each other

but eventually they became sort-of-friends, they sang together sometimes when no one else was there, and they liked to pretend to not like each other but yes they did and it was just their thing

sometimes marley would do a sleepover and she would call blaine, unique and tina, while marley was talking about jake or tina was talking about missing mike, blaine would braid unique's wig and she would try to convince him to let her see his hair without gel

when the whole plot of unique and the bathroom happened, when mr schue told everyone he couldnt give up twerking, blaine stood up for unique saying that wasnt fair and mr schue should try harder to help her, he also held her hand (alongside with marley) when she was scared of having to go to the bathroom again

blaine and mercedes talked to each other more than twice :O

lol ok im not sorry for that title

mercedes and blaine LIVED together people, she used to be kurts best friend, and sams girlfriend are you telling me they barely talked to each other? no

in fact, they really like each other's company, blaine is kinda of a goofball and mercedes thinks its funny

he would ask her to talk to sam when blaine wanted something from him, and mercedes did the same with kurt

sam and blaine would do stupid things together (like dance around their house in their underwear) just to make mercedes laugh, they swore to never tell anyone, and they never did

sometimes at 3 am when no one could sleep they would all have a little dance party until they got tired

blaine and mercedes are junky food addicts, they eat healthy and stuff but they love some cake at 5 in the morning

one time when kurt and mercedes were arguing about the tots, blaine sided with mercedes and told her he agreed that tots are delicious

#ok i think thats it #if you read it until the end.... are you okay?#i had some more but i want to post this today and i want to go to sleep so lets leave it like that #maybe i should have splitted in 2 parts???? its so long 😳#i hope this didnt get to tiring to read #anywayyyyy #glee #blaine meta #blaine anderson #blangst #ps if you see some mispelling ignore it im kinda sleepy so... hehe

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chainunited · 4 years ago

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Hi i’ve been playing genshin way too much so i have some ideas for like. a genshin meets linked universe au where they all travel through teyvat and they have visions n stuff

I’m basing it off the ideals of the archon aswell as how characters with visions align with that of the chain

That being said, spoilers for genshin and all loz gams ahead!

Sky- Geo (Order/Contracts)

Odd since sky literally rode on the winds via his loftwing on his adventure, but He was already apart of this huge plan in the making set by Hylia long ago. Go defeat Demise, tailor the Master Sword, not to mention post adventure technically becoming the first king of hyrule and siring the royal line

I’d imagine his kit being Similar to albedo, with a sword and his skill being creating little floating island structures from out of the ground. His burst would be the same as his skyward slash, except after slashing it unleashes a densely controlled earthquake. The perfect support dps

Legend- Anemo (Freedom)

This was tough, but I think Anemo fits very well for him the more i think about it. Anemo is wind, and the archon himself lost someone he cherishes. Naturally everybody who possesses his vision will fall to this fate one day or another. He already has twice. First with his Uncle, second with Marin. He’s free from their ties, but never forgets.

His kit is unique. His skill is based off his wit, so dodging creates a shield that bursts when hit (similar to Beidou). His burst grants this ability for the whole team on a 3 charge basis. Very good support dps aswell and good for reactions.

Hyrule- Dendro (Wisdom)

I def see him having this since he’s very street smart (He’s a wandering traveler, no time for proper education!) and he’s already designated healer of the group. Thus he possesses a very rare element in the group, as if he didnt stand out already.

He fights with a sword still, sure, but his genuine kit comes from him using his vision like a catalyst, with the thing swirling like a book would. Literally dendro barbara with his kit tho, Elemental skill creates a pollen feild that helps heal allies when he attacks, and his burst Is flora manifesting itself in his friends wounds to heal them for more. Healer #1

Twilight- Hydro (Justice)

From the moment of his adventure, he had a duty, it just got more furry and world saving as time went on. So, naturally his sense of right and wrong landed him with a vision he didn't even understand how to use. So he just doesn’t use it until he has to.

If he has to not use his sword, he’ll rely on making one out of water that he can hold. His burst is literally just him using his hydro sword to do everything in his power to just. kick ass. He doesn't use it that often. Would make a great physical dps tho.

Wild- Electro (Transcience/Eternity)

Tough again, but i think electro is the best for Wild for 2 reasons

His past self is different from his self now, yet they are the same. With the electro archon, she too was like this in a way. 2 different people, same alias. Link from before represents eternity, forever fulfilling his duty as personal guard for Zelda and keeping himself quiet. His focus needed to stay forever sharp if he were to continue. Now, with little to no recollection of how he was, he can be free and live in the everlasting moment. His willing silence was just him not wanting to talk, not for his duty.

Because of Urbosa, his elemental skill sends a lightning strike down at enemies when he snaps his fingers, then attacks with his sword. For burst, Like in HWAOC, His sword glows with purple electricity and smites whose ever in range. Combine this with all his usual shenanigans you can do in his game and it can be very deadly. very. deadly. Good main dps

Wind- Anemo (Freedom)

This was so easy it was practically a win/win if i chose this HDHDH

Wind lost the King of Red Lions, someone he needed to travel with and bonded, and has the literal windwaker. So even outside this world he could manipulate wind to a certain extent. Likes to use it in non-battle situations, to atleast get a taste of what its like to soar like he did on the sea. Naturally hes very excited about windgliders also when he finds this out.

Uses a sword still, but uses his actual windwaker as a catalyst. He points the baton in a certain direction, and it swirls in that spot. If he focuses long enough, he can send himself up into the air for some wild damage like venti. His burst is like the travelers, sending a small dense tornado in the direction of whatever's coming. Good for swirl effects

Time- Electro (Transience/Eternity)

Once again, easy pick, ESPECIALLY if im going with my “Fierce Deity literally lives in his head and has the option to front in time of need” Headcanon. 2 totally different people, same alias kinda. (FD kinda lives in his body now too so he has to share the name.)

Time’s elemental power is much more toned down, and really has to focus to get a good electro hit with his claymore. His burst Is like Razor’s, Manifesting FD into this electro form and fighting along side him.

If FD was in front, the power would be much more potent, perhaps on the level Baal’ has it. It’s not like his old powers, which he rather prefers, but its better than nothing. His elemental allows him to create electricity that procs on hard hits much like Baal, but his Burst sends down lightning from above like Sara. Also a good main dps

Warriors - Pyro (War)

Wars? Wars has passion. Wars has what it takes to lead an army...and set his cape on fire by accident. Especally now with his new vision which he uses...admittedly abit too much. No fire for tonight? No problem. Smithy cant bend his sword right during smithy? A little sizzle wouldn’t hurt.

It mainly comes from his sword, which drips flames like water does on a pole. He uses his elemental skill to strike a seering blow to enemies. His burst Is much like a mix of albedo and bennetts, A slash downward sends shockwaves fo heat and flame towards enemies. Good support!

Four- Adaptive

Four, unbeknownst to the chain, has a choice between the 4. Why you might ask? Depends on whose fronting. So, to cover this up from the chain, He collectively goes with the notion that he’s “adaptive” as said by the locals, which is extremely rare.

Green- Pyro, for his dedication

Blue- Geo, for him being forced into this shit

Red- Dendro, for his sweet nature

Violet- Cryo, for his introverted mopeyness.

All of these channel into his sword for a hard hit, and all elements come together to create this powerful amalgamation of elements plummeting towards the target.

#loz linked universe au #Lu au #Genshin au #Lu wind #lu time #lu warriors #LU Twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky #lu wild #linked universe

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tfw-no-tennis · 5 years ago

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hunty movie 1

sooo ruth and i watched the first hxh movie holla

me as soon as we’re done w/the yorknew arc: OH FUCKY ITS ANIME MOVIE TIME

i love anime movies. theyre so often Entertaining As Hell, and also Not Very Good. its a very fun intersection

overall this movie slots pretty easily into that category. it was a good time but nothing revolutionary. which is ok! and that makes sense bc its not canon apparently

this movie was basically the ‘killua and kurapika have Trauma(tm)’ movie lmao

we open w/killua having a trauma dream abt illumi, rehashing the stuff we saw in the hunter exam arc....we see this a few more times in the movie, and it really drives home how killua is still rlly scared of illumi and kinda just goes into a dissociative trauma state whenever illumi is around (even fake doll illumi or dream illumi, in this movie). poor kid :( :(

regrettably tho ruth and i agree that illumis outfit in this movie was pretty sexy

ok that whole beginning part where kurapikas eyes get stolen happens SO fast hvbfhdjshfsk its like ok guess thats the status quo for this movie!

jesus poor kurapika. they cant catch a fuckgin break huh

also that kid was totally the kid that was alluded to by kurapika at the end of the yorknew arc...so i guess that was included in the anime as a setup for this movie?

also apparently that stuff was based off of a short story thing the author did a while ago which is p cool

leorios terrible drawing skills is hvhbjsdfbsdfngsjkdf

also leorio is so tender w/kurapika hhhhhhh im gonna die. im gonna gay die

and gon and killua are just. tiny soulmate boyfriends ok

ah yes i see the obligatory movie original character who befriends the protag

it kinda cracks me up how hostile killua is to retz like vhbhskhdfbaj i get that its bc of Trauma and his fear of betrayal/betraying but it also reads as killua being a Jealous Gay which is kinda hilarious

ruth and i when hisoka shows up: [prolonged annoyed groaning and dismayed yelling]

hisoka literally just shows up to sow chaos and throw around information to stir shit up huh

of COURSE the villain is the former 4th spider thats like. easy choice lmao

it might just be the fansubs but i feel like there were strong implications that hisoka and 4th spider guy fucked bhjdfashfdjnakn

the most unbelievable thing abt this whole thing is that hisoka didnt kill that doll guy lmao

ohhh shit its uvo

OHHH SHIT NOBUNGA AND MACHI....its so bad but i really like the troupe members and when they show up im like !!!!!!!

machi is so cooooool

aughhhh its like....i feel bad for nobunga for having to face down uvo like this....and THEN when pakunoda shows up too :( and nobunga tells her doll ‘rest in peace now’ or something when he cuts her down....oof. but also like theyre evil murderers so im!?! conflicted?!?!

also the shadow beast guys that uvo killed showing up and then proceeding to do LITERALLY NOTHING was kinda hilarious

and damn so technically the troupe is on the same side as the main crew, what with all of them wanting to wreck omokages shit

also omokage looks like sephiroth lmaoooo

ill be honest i barely know what sephiroth looks like but ruth said this and i felt in my bones that its true

ok i gotta talk abt the kurapika backstory stuff bc OUUGHGHGHGHGH my fucking UWUS BITCH!!!!

seeing a bunch of kurta was sad....and seeing baby-er kurapika OUGH and also pairo is sooo cute and him and kurapikas friendship is so pure

kurapika is so different :( theyre like, so much more innocent and excitable....thats so damn sad bro wtf

pairo pulling some slick moves swapping that little potion thing - all while using his blindness as a cover - was so good...no wonder he and kurapika get along so well

also gotta say its even more brutal that one of the main reasons kurapika didnt get Big Murdered w/the rest of the kurta is bc pairo pulled this stunt - if he hadnt, kurapika wouldve failed the test and never would have left

also kurapika saying theyre gonna find someone who can help w/pairos eyes ;_; the similarities w/leorios backstory/motivation makes me die

and seriously im still caught up at how innocent and pure kp is oooof ough

tho still defs the kurapika we know....theyve seemingly always had a temper, what with the reaction to the dudes in the market

like, kurapika did NOT hold back...even after finding out that they were just part of the test! tho i do get it bc they insulted pairo...kurapika’s love for their friends/stalwart need to defend their friends is clearly a big thing

also the market people’s reaction to seeing kp’s red eyes is rlly interesting to me...are the kurta like, known to anybody? or are they more of a vaguely talked-about group that like, ‘probably exists’? or is it that people know abt them but not the red eyes thing? it seems like these people, if any, would know, bc this market is seemingly a day’s travel from where the kurta live....i want more kurta lore bro!!

i big love pairo helping kurapika cheat like that....such an interesting twist, and makes it obvious that theirs is a friendship of equals

anyways i loved that flashback stuff and it just drives home how absolutely fucked up and horribly sad kurapikas whole existence is, especially in this movie w/pairo’s doll being used against them

n e ways back to the non flashback stuff

i love that gon’s super nose returned for this movie omg

im just auhghghghgh gon and killua know each other so well uwu....

aaaand illumi (well, doll illumi) is back to fuck shit up for poor killua

ugh it still gets me how clearly terrified of illumi killua is...we dont really see him act like this any other time :( and the fact that doll-illumi was able to scare killua enough to get him to run away and leave gon behind (albeit briefly) was oof

gon jumping in front of killua and getting his eyes stolen instead....baby boyyyy oughhh

also can i just say thank fuck they didnt replace illumis eyes w/gons bc THAT wouldve been some serious nightmare fuel lmao

cant believe killua then ran away again and walked emo-ly on the train tracks

and THEN he saw a train coming and was like oh well :( guess ill die :/ JESUS KID

but gon w/his Big Sniff Powers comes to the rescue!!

it was so cute how gon told killua that killua didnt run and abandon him - they were working together to fight :’) gon understands killua so well

i love how the squad then squads up to fight omokage...with half of them being blind lmao

and in the half that isnt blind is leorio, who STILL doesnt know nen, and literally brings a knife to a nen fight

i totally saw the whole ‘retz is a doll and her older brother is omokage, and retz actually died a while ago’ thing coming lol but still, not bad

all omokage does is talk abt the beauty of his dolls or w/e like ENOUGH bro

kurapika fighting pairo and killua fighting illumi (AGAIN) was all so fucked up they shouldve switched opponents for less trauma oof

and poor leorio is literally no help vhhvdijfhjbashkj he just gets throw around this whole time

kurapikas fight against pairo was sad bc it was such a fucked up situation...kp did gr8 tho, i liked them saying that this isnt the real pairo, cause pairo would never say/do these things. still and extremely sucky situation to be in!

meanwhile its the gon and killua vs doll-illumi rematch...and this illumi is like, a version of illumi drawn from killuas mind/heart (or something idk, it was kinda glossed over which i understand), which means that hes extra scary and focused on telling killua how much hes just a mindless killing machine who cant have friends

but luckily we have gon here to help snap killua out of his trauma haze, which certaintly wasnt the case at the hunter exam - so it was kinda nice to see how things went w/gon around :’) they work so well together oughhhhh....and they love each other so much broo gay preteen love real

hisoka just fuckgin materializing in the house place to help sow more chaos....unbelievable

me: i bet hisoka wont want to fight doll chrollo bc its not The Same as real chrollo

ruth: no i think he will bc hes a whore

hisoka: [fights doll chrollo]

me: oh shit u right

kurapika: ok omogake its time for you to FUCKING DIE-

and then killua stops them and says that he’ll do it, be he doesnt want kurapika to kill anymore :( :( :( bro im sooo fucking sad. killua rlly b out here thinking that hes already too far gone to matter when it comes to murder, but he doesnt want his friends to end up like that, so he might as well take on that burden, because whats one more person’s death on his hands? (EVEN THO HE SAID HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL ANY MORE...but theres exceptions when it comes to saving your friend’s souls and whatnot) :( :( AUGHHH

but luckily retz comes THRU with some good ole fratricide

killua: [takes notes]

the fact that the phantom troupe just fuckgin shows up and is like oh hey its you guys. this casual enemy stuff kills me lmao i love it

then they just fuckgin LEAVE and theyre like welllll we cant rlly fight u bc of chrollo’s state so by i guess. its NOT On Sight but someday it will be! YOU TOO HISOKA DONT THINK WE FUCKIGN FORGOT ABOUT YOU.

dramatic house burning! and rip retz, saw that one comin tho

when they all went thru and said their life goals and then killua was like shit i dont have a cool definitive anime goal LMAOOOO

but THEN gon said his goals should be to stay by gon’s side UHMMM???? baby gays AUGHHHHH and killua is just like lovestruck AUGHHHH

Gays Win

then they all peace out to resume the next arc lmaoooo

and then we see flashes of other characters, like the blonde girl (who ruth and i totally thought retz was, seeing thumbnails from this movie....we were like w8 hasnt that girl not been introduced yet??? lmao)

we also see some dude w/long hair and a hat who ive never seen before but ruth went OHHH ITS SCYTHE GUY!!! so i guess hes gonna b important?? lol

and then we saw chrollo....still in the same place the squad left him vbhajfdjkahsbfkdjabhsukfdj CAN HE NOT GET DOWN FROM THERE W/OUT NEN OR AN AIRSHIP??? THATS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYYY ARE YOU KIDDING ME

general thots:

so this was very much an Anime Movie, in that they cant like, advance to plot or develop the characters much, bc its a movie. and this one is non canon

it was enjoyable but i do feel like it was much more typical shounen then hxh usually is...like, i feel like this was made by the same people who make like, the naruto movies or w/e, and w/the same sort of approach/attitude

this isnt necessarily bad - i LIKE shounen for a reason - but it was a bit noticeable bc it wasnt quite as smart as hxh is usually, and it rehashed a lot of stuff weve already seen in this show itself

but still i think it did a good job w/what it had, and it had some good angst, and everyone was very gay which is good

the art style was SLIGHTLY wack but it wasnt as bad as i thought itd be

overall a fun time like most anime movies. didnt reinvent the wheel but i had a good time. im excited for the greed island arc, and im also disproportionately excited to watch the hxh musical bc that is a thing that exists and i MUST see it asap bc that sounds like the kind of hilarious wackiness that appeals to me specifically

so thats it...later!

#this is more of a recap than a liveblog lmao #anyways. good times #lj watches hxh #hxh

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vfdbaudelairefile13 · 6 years ago

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Misery Loves Company Part 2:

Meet Esmé Squalor:

The city's sixth most important financial advisor, powerhouse fashionista, and fixated on revenge coke addict. Esmé takes no time showing the orphans that she is just as scary and dangerous as Olaf and sometimes they think she is the worst of the two. Esmé has one thing on her mind and that is her precious sugar bowl which she vows she will steal back or she will burn the entirety of VFD down trying.

Esmé has no problem with any of the vicious acts that Olaf suggests. She is down for just about anything he has in mind. Murder? Yes. Very in. Kidnapping? Yes. Completely In. Arson? Yes. The innest thing since aqueous martinis. And making sure a young child is never able to sleep peacefully again? In her words that 'deliciously in'. The children have a new villain to watch out for and believe it or not...shes more unstable than Olaf.

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[Trigger warning: subtle and not so subtle hints at Esme and Olafs hideous and devious intentions with teenaged orphans. Please read with caution]

Olaf was driving like an absolute psychopath as he raced from the burning hospital to the rundown carnival in the hinterland. He was angry. He felt defeated. Not only did those three blasted orphans escape his clutches AGAIN, now apparently someone had survived one of the fires...which one? He did not know. But that bastard, Jacques Snicket, seemed so sure of it when Olaf was watching that video. *stupid fucking VFD and their stupid fucking members escaping their well deserved deaths!* he thought as he growled as loud as he could. And to make matters worse while he was driving this way all he could think about was the woman who broke his heart so many years ago and so many times since then because he was driving just like her.

"YOU IDIOTS LET MY PRETTY LITTLE PET RUN AWAY!" He yelled hitting his fists as hard as he could on the steering wheel.

"Well technically boss..." the bald man spoke up. "She didn't *run away* the bookworm rolled her away on a gurney,"

Olaf growled again. "Oh. How I *cannot* wait to obliterate *that* brat! Oh, he thinks I've been brutal before, he hasnt the faintest fucking idea! And if you dont shut your mouth YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH AS WELL!" Olaf yelled.

Now everyone in the car shifted a little, even Esmé who was unamused at the whole situation but kind of fearing for her life as he drove like a unpredictable madman. But...when I say that everyone in the car shifted a little...I mean *everyone* and even the three secret passengers in the trunk shifted a little especially Klaus Baudelaire who started to shake.

"Klaus...Klaus...you're fine," Violet whispered desperately reaching around for his hand. Once she found it she squeezed his hand tightly trying to keep him in reality with her and Sunny.

"We shouldnt have gotten in this trunk," Klaus whispered back. "He is going to kill Sunny and I...and..." he stopped talking when he looked towards Violet, who frowned. Both older orphans knew what Olaf would do to Violet if given the chance. Hell, both older orphans knew what Esme wanted to do with Klaus if given the chance. They both feared that even Sunny, by now, Had a faint idea of what Olaf was talking about. "Why did....you *make me*... get in his trunk," klaus cried as he began to sob. Sunny turned her head towards her brother.

"Shhhh," Sunny pleaded. "Quiet," she reminded Klaus.

"We're going to die..." he whispered fearfully.

Violet frowned as she held klaus' hand tighter and grabbed Sunnys hand with her free hand. "I got you guys," she whispered. "I'll always protect you,"

"We know," sunny whispered back.

"Can you believe there is a SURVIVOR!?" Olaf shouted and then he screamed in pure anger. "Just when Ithought I was winning! I framed them for my MURDER for fucks sake! I HAD that pretty little brat!" He screamed angrily.

Violet shuddered and Sunny put a comforting hand in hers.

Esme scoffed and rolled her eyes when he mentioned Violet being 'pretty' again. He turned to her. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"HOW THE FUCK IS THIS *MY* FAULT!?" She asked angrily. "It was YOUR idea to use the girl as bait!"

"But you let the Baudelaires take the Snicket bitch right out the operating theater!"

"YOU SET THE HOSPITAL ON FIRE! I GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!" she yelled. "He was standing right next to YOU. Why didnt ypu do anything!"

"HE WAS HOLDING THE LARGE KNIFE YOU GAVE TO HIM!" Olaf yelled back. "The plan was to use the girl as BAIT! NOT have him actually kill her! She is our key to BOTH fortunes!"

Esme gave a wicked smirk. "Oh...that was the plan? I must've forgot,"

"You pathetic jealous bitch!" He yelled.

"Oh *Im* pathetic? You've lost to these children for MONTHS now!"

"YOUVE LOST TO THEM TOO!"

"If I was in charge of this entire thing, those two girls would be dead and the boy would be our little prisoner," Esme replied wickedly smiling.

This made Klaus shiver and Sunny put her free hand in his the same way she had for Violet.

"You wouldnt have the SNICKET fortune if you killed the Snicket bitch you dumb bitch!"

Esme smiled wickedly at Olaf again. "I dont need Lemony's fortune...hell, unlike *you* I dont need Beatrice's fortune either," she laughed. "No what *I* want is to make *Beatrice's little mommy's boy suffer* " Esme tapped her long nails against her window. "Of course I also want back what's *mine*!"

Olaf rolled his eyes. "*So do I*!" He screamed. "But NOW one or two of them might not be inheritors of ANYTHING! SINCE THERES A FUCKING SURVIVOR!"

"Darling...youre honestly looking at *that* all wrong. I think this is good news," Esme replied

Olaf responded by pushing his foot harder on the pedal.

"How is that a GOOD THING!?" hr asked.

"Well...think about it. Whoever it is. We will get to kill," esme pointed out. "I personally hope its Beatrice. I'd love to kill that sugar bowl snatching bitch...ooooh and we could make her children watch!"

"Or we can torture her children in front of her," Olaf pointed out smiling.

"Who do you think the survivor is boss?" The hook handed man asked.

"I dont know. If its Bertrand...well that's the least exciting option. But Esme's right...if its Beatrice, torturing her or her precious son and daughter would be fun."

"What about Snicket?" The henchperson of indeterminate gender asked.

Olaf pushed hard on the brakes causing everyone to ram forward a bit. His car came to a screeching halt. Violet, who had the misfortune of getting into the trunk first was squished harshly against the end of the trunk as Klaus tried to shift himself away from violet to give her room. Violet had let go of Klaus' hand in attempt to shield Sunny from hitting anything. Olaf turned around to face his henchperson. "I doubt that its Snicket...but...if it is...let's just say when I find his pretty pipsqueak daughter...I will make him watch as I *destroy* her entirely and then I will make her watch as I murder her father agonizingly slow and then I'll murder that stupid fucking bookworm and biting brat in front of her too," he hissed causing Violet to start shaking.

He took a deep breath and began driving again. Esme huffed in annoyance as the hook handed man did his best to hide a disgusted face.

Klaus looked to Vi. "Speaking of that...did he...?"

Violet wiped a few tears from her eyes. "I dont know...while I was conscious, no. Esme kept barging in before he could do more than touch my face or leg. But... when I was unconscious...I dont know. Wouldnt I know? Like...wouldnt I feel different?" She whispered as she began to sob quietly.

Klaus sighed. He didnt know the answer to that. He just gave Violet a small smile. "Yes, I think you would feel different. So if you feel the same then he didnt," he lied as he shifted his arm under her head to give her head some support. He had no way of knowing...and he feared that Violet would never get a true answer.

Violet nestled closer to Klaus and Sunny as she shivered form the cold mountain air that seeked in through the bullet holes of Olafs trunk. Klaus and Sunny could hear her whimpers and shivers. Klaus tried his best to take off his suit jacket from where he laid but he couldnt. Sunny shifted to lay more on Violet to act as a blanket for her. "Violet..." klaus whispered.

"Yeah," she replied back in a hushed tone as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.

"I just wanna say this... if I ever find out that he *did* hurt you or if he ever *does* hurt you like *that*...or if he continues to try to hurt you like *that* **I'll castrate him myself...**" klaus whispered. Violet looked towards her brother and even in the cold, dark trunk of their worst nightmare's car, she could see the dark look in his eyes.

"Klaus...you dont..."

"Oh you're right," he replied. "I'll hold him down and let you do it if youd rather.."

Violet gave a small chuckle to that.

"Darling! I've been thinking about what you said back in crow town,"

"What did I say back in crow town?" Olaf asked confused as he continued to drive like a psycho.

"Well... you said that the boy was much more fun to torture than either one of the girls...and *you're right!*" Esme recalled. "So why dont we just keep him,"

Olaf growled. "Wr are keeping the Snicket bitch! That little tease has another thing coming..."

"We are keeping the boy..." esme demanded in a tone that made Klaus shudder.

"Why dont we just keep who we catch first?" The hook handed man replied. "Besides when we left the hospital the brats were stuck in a utility closet...I doubt they all made it out,"

Olaf snickered at this. "It would be nice if one or two of them burned to a crisp...just like their parents," he began smiling and laughing.

"Well, except the survivor," the henchperson of indeterminate gender replied.

This sent Olaf into another screaming and raging fit.

Esme rubbed her temples. "I just want my sugar bowl...that's it...that's all. I'm down with murder, kidnapping, and making it to where little children cant have another peaceful night of sleep but I AM NOT DOWN WITH THE YELLING AND THE INSANE DRIVING!!!!"

"Fuck off...we are almost to Caligari Carnival. Then we can ask Madame Lulu where to find that little Snicket tease and the two other ugly brats," Olaf replied.

Esme rolled her eyes. *I will kill that fucking brat. Hes not touching any girl related to that bitch Katherine* she thought as she continued to rub her temples.

Esme was not someone who was used to someone telling her that she cant have her way. She was too rich, beautiful, and powerful for *that* bullshit but as she sat in the passenger seat of Olaf's car she was beginning to think that shed have to take matters into her own hands if she was going to get what she wanted. Olaf seemed determined to have the Snicket brat as a captive...and Esme would rather have the infant than the Snicket girl.

"Do we have any wine? I'm parched and I heard wine is very in this time of year,"

"We have some in the trunk. I would be happy to get it if we stopped," the hook handed man replied.

The three children froze. Violet put her arm around Sunny tightly as Klaus put his arm around Violet to hold her and Sunny, who laid on top of Violet hoping to keep her warm, put a loving hand on Violet and her other on Klaus. Their hearts stopped as Olaf stopped the car.

#esme squalor #count olaf #carnivorous carnival #madame lulu #olivia caliban #violet snicket au #violet snicket #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #lemony snicket #misery loves company #asoue #asoue au #the snicket file #sugar bowl

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jincherie · 7 years ago

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Tape II: Dusk Rendezvous [M]

➛pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin ➛genre: smut, superhero!au, supervillain!au, superpower!au ➛words: 22.5k+ ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: light bondage, blindfolds, cuffs (again), smut: threesome, explicit sexual content, double penetration (vaginal), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), face riding, oral (giving & receiving), dom!jimin, dom!tae (except jimin is like... ult dom), d/s undertones,,, its a fucking ride in the park alright and i hope i didnt forget to tag somethigndjdj ➛note: holy fuck someone send me to a fucking priest

When Tempest is away, little Lure and Copycat come out to play. Too bad they don’t plan on playing nice.

↼posted; 25.04.2018

↼masterlist || tape i • tape ii • tape iii - 1/2 • 2/2

“Don’t let yourself get anywhere alone with those two.”

It was a warning you’d pondered ever since Tempest, the villain you shared your bed with on more than one occasion, had departed the city a week or so ago. In his words, he had to “make a trip”, and you had no idea where or why but honestly didn’t care too much. He was a big boy— he was a supervillain, for crying out loud. He could do what he wanted. Well… except lay waste to Sunset City. That had been one of your terms, after all. When you’d met him for the first time after that… riveting encounter so many weeks ago, he’d proposed a deal of sorts. In short, the dynamic you’d managed to work yourself into was that of a friends-with-benefits kind of deal, except you weren’t really friends. So technically it was more of an enemies-with-benefits kind of thing.

Back to topic, when you agreed to the deal you had both done it on certain terms. For him, he was no longer allowed to lay waste to the city as he had before. He was still a villain, of course, but you had no idea what he focused his time on nowadays— and so long as it didn’t directly affect you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. For you, you had agreed to stop trying to arrest him. It had wounded your pride a bit, you would admit, but you also knew you couldn’t have a proper fuck buddy if that fuck buddy was in jail, so… you’d begrudgingly accepted those terms. The only other rule you had both agreed to, was that you didn’t try to find out the other’s identity. You were more than okay with this— you knew that if you ever discovered his real identity the resulting revelation that he was a person too would throw your emotions and sense of judgement into a mess. It was easier to just view him as a villain, someone inherently bad, because if you discovered his alter persona, who he was in his real life, then you knew you would begin to empathise. And from there… it was a slippery slope you were keen to avoid. You’d seen the movies, and you weren’t going to fall into that trap. You liked to think you were smarter than that.

It had been almost two months after you’d made that agreement, solidified that ‘relationship’ you could say, and it was going well up until a week ago. Your sexual needs were being met— exceeded, even— and your tattered reputation as a superhero was beginning to mend itself back together. Now it wasn’t always you getting mocked at the weekly superhero alliance meetings, and you couldn’t have been more pleased at the development.

But then, after your most recent rendezvous with the elusive Tempest—or as you knew him, Jay— when you were laying and basking in your post-coitus high before you both inevitably redressed and left, he’d stretched and dropped the news of his departure on you. This was also when he’d slipped in that warning that hadn’t left your mind since.

Your eyes had been drawn to the lithe, toned curve of his back as he stretched like a cat and turned to face you. You both kept your masks on, of course, but depending on what Jay had planned whenever he called you over, the suits were often first to go.

“I have to go for a bit,” he’d said, angelic smile curving his lips. Your eyes narrowed. Nothing good ever came when he flashed that smile.

“What do you mean?” you asked, blinking as he continued smiling.

“I mean what I said, little firefly,” he waited a moment before continuing. “Something has come up that I have to… take care of, and as a result I’ll have to leave the city for a bit.”

You’d frowned, quickly realising that this meant you were going to be back at square one for a while—and now that you’ve tasted what you can have when he’s around, you knew your hand wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Tempest had awoken a hunger in you all those weeks ago that you weren’t capable of taking care of yourself. You knew it, he knew it—and for this reason you were a little pissed at him for leaving.

He hadn’t stuck around long, but that wasn’t unusual. He spoke again as he slipped his suit back on, pausing in the movements to throw a small flip phone your way. Your hand whipped to catch it, reflexes still on point even after certain tiring activities. The plastic was cool to the touch, gleaming black in the low light.

“I’ll contact you on that phone,” he said, a certain gleam in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple weeks.”

You rolled your eyes, reclining a moment longer. “You say this like I’d miss you.”

Jay had chuckled as he bent, zipping and lacing his boots up. You had no idea how he managed to redress so quickly—the slow speed at which you slipped back into your own suit was, quite frankly, humiliating compared to this. It was why you tended to remain lazily in bed that bit longer than he did.

“I think we both know you will,” he said with a smirk, before straightening and tilting his head. At your frown something foreign flashed in his eyes. “Don’t get so worked up, little firefly. I’ll miss you too.”

Something had stirred deep in the recesses of your chest at that, but you’d refused to acknowledge it. Why open a can when you knew it was full of worms?

“Of course you will,” you said, a smug undertone carried on the edge of your words. “Who wouldn’t?”

Jay sent you a half-hearted glare, and you grinned at the fact you’d irked him a little by turning the tables and teasing him instead. One of his dark brows rose.

“I thought we were done with the paddle,” he said, hip cocking as he straightened and shifted his weight. “Do I need to get it back out?”

You winced at the threat, your ass throbbing just at the mention. “… No.”

Jay blinked and the angelic smile returned, if a bit smug. “That’s what I thought. Watch your mouth, baby. It might get you in trouble— again.”

You’d fought a shiver at the pet name. You glared at his back as he gathered his belt and other items he’d brought. “I’m gonna beat your ass next time I see you in the street,” you grumbled softly, since you weren’t stupid enough to toe that line and say it any louder.

Jay had halted in the doorway, pinning you with a look that you didn’t have time to read. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone,” he said, tone completely serious. Something shifted in his eyes behind the mask, and at the sight of him in his full Tempest garb you were reminded once more that you were currently fraternizing with the enemy and couldn’t muster a single shit to give. Jay was silent a moment before he spoke once more.

“Lure and Copycat,” he began, eyes holding yours. “Don’t let yourself get anywhere alone with them.”

You’d sent him a quizzical look, mouth opening to question his words, but he was gone before a single sound could escape. You had no idea what he’d meant by that, especially since the other two villains that occupied your city hardly ever caused you as much trouble as he did. For the most part they did their own thing, they were sneakier with their crimes simply because most of the time the goal wasn’t to tarnish your reputation and humiliate you in front of the city— unlike Tempest. He’d delighted in getting directly under your skin, and still did to be honest. You’d actually argue that getting a reaction from you of any kind was one of his favourite pastimes.

You hadn’t really paid much heed to his warning, despite the fact it hadn’t left your mind ever since he’d uttered it on his parting breath. Copycat and Lure were both attractive and reasonably dangerous, but you didn’t perceive them as much of a threat. For the most part, they kept to themselves, you’d only tangled with them a few times since they’d made a name for themselves and even then they hadn’t been fighting you to win. If you had to describe it, it was almost like they were… testing the waters, in a way— gauging your skills, limits, ability. But, like you said, Tempest was your main contender in this city. The other two didn’t even attack often enough to really make much of a threatening impression. That was what you’d thought, anyway. Then Tempest had departed on his ‘trip’.

And it turned out you were wrong.

Out of nowhere, the second Tempest was no longer around, the villains had doubled their efforts. You’d been called to fight them at least three times in the past week, and it hadn’t even been a week since Tempest had left—he’d been gone four days at most. That was almost one attack a day. At this point, you were tiring, and it was beginning to take a toll on your sleep. You didn’t know what they wanted—they were causing chaos in your city but there was no clear motive, no goal or reason for their actions that you could see. They may have been rated lower on the Potential Chaos scale than Tempest, but there was two of them and by yourself you could just barely take them. You’d been forced to call in backup on numerous occasions.

Now, as it happened, was one of those such occasions.

Suga, the superhero that went by the name Anti and usually protected Aurora City, was one of your closest friends among your superhero colleagues—

And also the person who just went flying past you to slam into the wall.

The mint-haired male let out a loud groan, boot-clad feet sliding against the dust and rubble on the ground before he managed to brace himself. The brick wall behind him bent in slightly from the force of his impact, and fragments of mortar and clay crumbled in his wake as he pushed off and stumbled forward. He was panting slightly, using the split-second he had before the enemy was back upon him to catch his breath. His eyes caught yours from behind his mask and he offered a cheeky grin before he disappeared from sight, his body shifting and melting into the background with a mirage-like effect. You shook your head; no matter how many times you saw him turn invisible you didn’t ever think you would get used to it.

Your attention was quickly torn from your friend back to the matter at hand when the cool, sharp metal of a throwing knife whistled past your face. You spun, quickly catching sight of the villain responsible. While Copycat had decided to go after Suga, you were left to deal with Lure. Your abilities meant that even with his own, he was at a disadvantage, and had been forced to resort to more primitive methods of attack. Lure, the tangerine-haired villain with dark eyes like warm embers smouldering from behind his mask and full, pillowy lips almost always stretched in an indulgent grin, possessed not only an ability loosely termed telepathy, but another that the people had dubbed compulsion. It was just a few small limitations short of mind control, and combined with his telepathic abilities, meant he was a very dangerous and capable individual— against everyone except you, that is.

Your power resided in light—you could manipulate it, control it. It was very much a part of your person. The way you most often utilised this power was by focusing the energy in your palms, and shooting concentrated beams of light from your palms. Of course, you’d tried making lasers, but it was much harder in practice than in theory and drained so much concentration and energy that you were always left with an intense case of the munchies afterwards. You’d thought those, and a few other things, had been the extent of your abilities— but then you encountered Lure for the first time, and discovered that his powers didn’t work on you. You’d conferred with RM after the fight and he had come up with a theory.

Everything about your power projected outwards—light, heat, everything. When telepaths attempted to tune into and read your thoughts, they were met with fuzzy bright light. It was as though the light that had interwoven itself so intimately with your being acted as a shield, protecting you from others who might attempt to do you harm with the more insidious, subtle kind of powers. RM thought that just like the rest of your abilities, your thoughts likely projected outwards, as well as your emotions, but the other aspects of your powers acted as a shield that prevented them from getting out and others getting in. He said this, because one time when you’d actually gotten into a fight with the local telepath in the alliance—a testy female that went by the alias Glimmer and didn’t particularly like you or your snarky comments— you’d gotten knocked out cold, and it was only then that she had access to your mind. Of course, being unconscious, your mind didn’t particularly project anything juicy, so Glimmer was especially and understandably disappointed, and despite the hole blown in your pride at your ‘loss’ you were smug that in the end you’d still won.

Back to the topic at hand, that was the working theory as to why Lure’s powers didn’t work on you. You had to thank your lucky stars, because you couldn’t think of anything that would be more humiliating than becoming the puppet of the local villain—one with a lower rating than Tempest on the Potential Chaos scale, no less!

Your attention was drawn momentarily to the side where an object was picked up and thrown seemingly by nothing—Suga’s invisibility was almost seamless until he was forced to interact with his environment. Copycat, the half of the villain duo you were fighting that had decided to go after your camouflaged friend, was quick to dodge the cylindrical hunk of metal hurled his way. You would have laughed at the fact that the mint-haired hero had thrown a trash bin at the enemy if you weren’t so pressed for time and under attack yourself. Copycat pressed his palm against the side of the building to his right, the entirety of his arm becoming enveloped and solidifying into the same concrete as the building’s wall. Substance mimicry must have been a fun ability to have, you mused.

The other half of the villain duo, the one you were meant to be fighting, was quick to capture your attention once more with another throwing knife whizzing dangerously close past your face. You resisted the urge to jump at the fright it gave you, turning your body and quickly shooting a beam his way in annoyance. He dodged with the ease and grace of a dancer, body weaving through the air fluidly from one stance to another. When his head was tilted up once more there was a large grin on display for you to see.

“You’re losing focus, Spark!” he called, airy tone carrying an edge of something indiscernible that made your stomach stir peculiarly. Ever since the week had begun and they’d increased their attacks and changed their techniques, you’d seen a lot more of them, and had been exposed to new, unfamiliar feelings and sensations in their presence. This, was one of them, and although it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, it was confusing, and you didn’t like it. It put you at a disadvantage.

Annoyed that he was actually catching you off guard and you weren’t as focused as you could be, you shot two quick beams at him and smiled when he dodged the first but the second grazed his leg. He hissed, a noise even you could hear from your position several yards away, and grimaced. You swiftly dodged another knife as it was thrown your way, “I think you’re mistaken— I’m not the one that’s been hit, after all!”

You were expecting a glare of sorts in response, but all you received was a loud, boisterous laugh. Your stomach flipped, brows furrowing at the unexpected reaction.

“Adorable,” the male cooed, pausing in his attack for a moment to shift his weight and cock his slim hips, the thick, shapely muscles of his thighs bulging and catching your eyes as he did so. He pointed to your leg, recapturing your attention, “Too busy talking back to dodge were you, princess?”

You followed the direction of his finger with your eyes and were alarmed to see a cut in your suit, blood trickling from a thin gash on your thigh and staining your skin bright crimson. Fuck, you hadn’t even felt it. You glared at the male, deciding then and there that you’d had enough. You were tired, and sore, and you wanted to go home.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, beginning to walk closer. The male paused his laughter, watching you with a hint of alarm. His body tensed, muscles coiled and ready to spring him away at a moments notice. You sent him an unimpressed look, “I’m not in the mood for your shit today, man.”

You raised your hand with a flick, throwing another beam of light his way and following it up with one more when he leapt to the side. His expression told you he was wary, completely aware that you had the advantage here, but he didn’t move to run. Instead, he turned his gaze to meet yours, dark eyes curving with the sly grin that tugged the corners of his plush lips.

“So moody,” he purred, daring to take several steps forward and relishing in the hint of alarm that glimmered across your features at the bold action. “Our darling Violet Spark must be finding it very hard to relieve stress with her lover out of town.”

You froze, eyes shooting wide. Fuck, what the fuck— he knew about you and Tempest? How?! The villain had assured you he didn’t share the tape with anyone, and you’d always checked perimeters before meeting him anywhere. In the midst of your mini-crisis Lure had gotten even closer, and you hurried to throw another concentrated beam at him when you realised he was only a few metres away. He rolled his torso to the side, spinning on the ball of his foot so that he was quickly facing you once more, and he lunged forward. You let out a low gasp, quickly leaning and pivoting back on your foot. His fist flew past you, right into the space where your head had just been, and you pushed yourself to counterattack before he recovered his balance.

Digging your back foot into the ground to brace yourself, you swung your elbow towards his face, allowing the movement to flow through your torso and engage your core muscles. Lure ducked, glossy tangerine locks flying as he went, and re-centred himself to throw another strong punch at your abdomen.

You’d been fighting for a fair while already, and it had taken its toll on your stamina. Your limbs were already growing heavy, beams of light thrown from your palms weaker. The both of you knew that the winner of this fight would be made clear in the next couple of minutes.

For someone whose powers were more mental, and didn’t have a physical manifestation, Lure was in no way as unpractised or unfit as one might assume. You could tell he trained not only his mind, but his body too. Each hit that he managed to land on you would leave deep bruises for days, each kick that met your flesh biting so deep with such force that you were sure you’d come close on more than one occasion to leaving with broken bones.

On the other hand, you knew your skills in physical combat were in no way shoddy— and coupled with your abilities, you knew Lure likely had suffered a generous amount of burns and bruises at your own hands. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad though, especially not when he was giving you so much trouble.

You increased your efforts, fighting now with the intention to win, or at least weaken him enough that he would accept a draw and you could leave. Gradually, you managed to land more and more hits, the male tiring the longer you tangled. Of course, you weren’t exempt from exhaustion either, and Lure managed to deliver two strong punches to your shoulder and thigh when you attempted a high kick and missed your mark.

Finally, you managed to turn the fight in your favour. As the tangerine-haired male lunged forward, swinging at your face, you allowed your body to drop and your leg to extend, sweeping his own out from under him. He fell with a sharp yelp and you dropped your body weight onto him, whipping the power-neutralising cuffs from your belt and slapping them around his wrists before he realised what was happening.

“You’re done for tonight, sweetheart,” you panted, out of breath and doing your best to ignore the pain radiating within your body. Lure stared up at you for a moment, bewildered at the sudden turn of events. You didn’t even realise the compromising position you were in with your thighs either side of his hips and hand holding his own above him with the cuffs, until his expression shifted and his eyes darkened as they bored into yours. Plump, pillowy lips tugged up into a lascivious smirk and heat flooded your face along with realisation of your current positioning.

The villain didn’t even need to say anything, the heat in his dark, smouldering eyes as they burned into your own spoke enough. Your stomach flipped, heart stuttering as a sensation you knew all too well began to trickle into your abdomen. Fuck, abort, abort—

“Spark! You got him handled?”

You started at the sound of your friend’s voice, scrambling off of the smug villain you’d been straddling and doing your best to ignore the embarrassed flush scorching your cheeks. Suga materialised several feet away, dragging a cuffed and pouting Copycat by the neck of his suit behind him.

“You bastard,” the male with ashen hair hissed through clenched teeth as Suga dragged him over rubble and cement. “You’re scuffing my boots—they’re Gucci.”

The mint-haired hero rolled his eyes, allowing him to drop next to his orange-haired accomplice. The two of you needed to get out of there soon—those cuffs wouldn’t last much longer. Thanks to a certain someone in the alliance— you were betting on either Jin or JK, honestly— and an incident involving the old power-neutralising cuff models, some good old-fashioned discourse, and thirteen hours spent stuck in the basement of some building on the outskirts of town, the leaders of the alliance had decided unanimously to change protocol and the kind of cuffs issued to heroes. The old cuffs never wore off, and remained unwavering in the face of their wearers—which was a factor that had most definitely contributed to the messiness of the incident, as RM had dubbed it. They now no longer supplied those cuffs to you, and instead distributed a different kind—handcuffs that still neutralised powers, but only for a limited amount of time. It was… inconvenient, and now made it that much harder to arrest and bring in villains—the cuffs never lasted long enough for you to properly apprehend them.

Hence, why you were now dusting your hands of the villains and preparing to hightail it out of there with Suga. You’d learnt not to stay around after the cuffs wore off, since the people you slapped them onto were hardly ever happy about it.

“Thanks for your help man, they’re running me into the ground,” you murmured to Suga as you moved away from the troublesome duo. You knew that realistically he couldn’t see the dark bags forming under your eyes from lack of proper sleep, but it still felt like he caught sight of them when he turned his dark gaze to your face.

“It’s no problem,” the male said with a soft and amused, if somewhat tired, smile. “I know they’ve been acting up a lot more in the past week—makes me wonder what they’re up to.”

You hummed in agreement, unable to help it as you peeked over your shoulder to where the subjects of your conversation sat like scolded children, minus the regret. You were startled to find both of their gazes on you, the realisation sending a heavy shiver down your spine, skin along your back rising into gooseflesh. Your stomach tilted, heart picking up for a moment, and you quickly tore your gaze away.

“Yeah, me too,” you said, and as you bid your friend farewell and took off towards the part of the city you resided in, you couldn’t help but reflect further on what he said. You really did wonder…

What the hell were those two up to?

x x x x x x x x x

You’d like to say you’d gotten a good night’s rest and had woken feeling refreshed and ready to face the day after a respectable amount of sleep, but the fact of the matter was that you hadn’t.

At the ungodly hour of eight o’clock in the morning, you’d been called to fight the troublesome villain duo once more.

It escaped you how they were managing to recuperate all their energy and heal all the wounds you were inflicting enough to be ready to fight you again so soon. Your meagre amount of sleep meant that you were sluggish, and healing that bit slower than you should be. You hadn’t had such low energy levels in a while, either. Whatever they were taking to bounce back so fast, you really needed to get some of that action.

This time you’d been called to stop them from robbing the mayor’s storehouse. It was a peculiar act for two dangerous supervillains, but ultimately not too out-of-character; you’d once busted them attempting to rob and loot the Gucci store at a Direct Factory Outlet. Admittedly not one of their greatest heists, but still a thorn in your side nonetheless. You were distracted in this fight however—the general lack of sleep and time to recover was getting to you, and you’d lost your edge. You prided yourself on striking first, keeping your opponent on their toes, but in this match you had been pushed from offence to defence and it was hard to adjust.

You hadn’t been fighting long, but even in the short amount of time you had, the three of you had strayed from the mayor’s storehouse. You didn’t have backup this time—other heroes either off duty or already busy— and were swinging from one extreme to the other. Lure and Copycat would attack, pushing you to retreat, and then you would turn the tables and push back, and they would be the ones retreating. You were just barely keeping up, a fair share more hits than usual landing on your tired form, but you noticed that, strangely, they weren’t fighting to beat you, per se. It was like they had another goal in mind. They would throw punches and knives, but none dealt any real damage—to your body, anyway. Your pride was taking a few blows this morning.

Distracted as you were, you hardly noticed that each time they pushed and retreated, you were lead in a certain direction. There was a slight fuzz lingering to the back of your mind, clouding the fringes of your thoughts and hindering your reaction time. Lure leapt forward, pushing off the ground with those powerful thighs, and aimed a high kick at your head. You just barely managed to dodge, acting on instinct more than anything as you hit him with a strong blast of light. A sharp grunt escaped him as he was blown backwards from the force of it, back meeting the thick brick wall of a nearby building and winding him momentarily. You whipped around, turning your attention to the other variable in the situation and catching sight of Copycat just in time to dodge the well-aimed iron-coated fist flying straight for your face.

“Jesus!” you cried as you tilted out of the way, retreating several steps back so you were out of reach. Copycat may have been able to imitate substances and meld his body to match them, but that was all he could manipulate—if he couldn’t physically reach you, then he couldn’t hit you. And when his fists were made of metal, that was somewhat reassuring news for you.

“No, it’s just me!” the villain grinned, cat-like eyes gleaming behind the dark emerald mask and long lashes fluttering. Smooth, caramel-toned skin peeked from around the suit, glowing warmly in the early morning sun. The shadow of the tall apartment building to your right fell over part of his face, and you couldn’t help but notice the parallel the contrast created. He smiled like a boy, bright and cheerful and fresh with the naivete of youth, but he was, in this moment before you, anything but. No matter how charming his smile, how attractive his broad shoulders, and how alluring the sway of his hips as he strode towards you like a cat on a hunt was, he was still a villain, he was still— wait. This was sounding very, very familiar.

Fed up with the situation, as well as your own thoughts, you whined. “Did you guys really have to do this now? Do you not sleep?”

Copycat laughed, cheeks glimmering as flecks of silver peeked through; something mesmerising you’d noticed about his ability was that even if he localised the substance mimicry to one area, bits of it would seep through and integrate with the rest of his body in peculiar ways. It was always especially pretty when the silvery metal contrasted against his tanned skin like fine glitter, and it was always especially hard to tear your eyes away whenever it happened. The villains low baritone reached your ears once more, something darker and deeper riding on the edge of his words that had your stomach fluttering and heart stuttering, “Gotta keep you on your toes, sweetheart.”

You frowned at him, gradually beginning to care less about schooling your expression and maintaining professionalism. The few people that had been on the street had quickly made their way inside once they’d caught sight of you, and you were tired—God, you were so tired. You wanted nothing more than to be done with this fight and crawl back into your bed to resume the sleep that had been so rudely interrupted this morning.

“I feel obligated to let you know it is very unappreciated,” you retorted, tone flat, and barely gave him time to register your words before you were rushing forward, aiming a fist for his gut in the hopes you’d catch him off guard.

You didn’t, and he blocked your attack with a forearm that was painfully, painfully metal. Your fist throbbed instantly as it met the steel flesh, red-hot pain flaring beneath your skin, and you yelped, recoiling. You nearly tripped in your uncoordinated haste to escape his area of reach, the villain in question seeming amused at your attempt.

“You’re not a morning person?” the ashen-haired male queried with a tilt of his head, silky locks falling to the side. The low timbre of his voice sent spikes of arousal that you refused to acknowledge straight between your thighs. He shifted his weight and lowered his arms, beginning to stride towards you. You continued to retreat, nursing your wounded hand a while longer. God, it hurt so badly. Just these fuckers wait until you were completely healed and in tip-top condition— you were going to whoop their asses. The male continued, making a face of understanding that was tinged just barely with deep amusement, “Ah, nevermind. All those late night sessions must throw your schedule off a bit, huh?”

You stumbled at his words, cheeks blazing— fuck, he knew about your late night rendezvous’ with Tempest too? Was there anyone that didn’t know?!

“What’s throwing my schedule off is your smug asses gallivanting around the city like you own the place,” you smarted, recovering as quick as you could and throwing a beam of light towards the tall male. He deflected it with ease, arms glimmering glass, and continued advancing towards you. You continued to backpedal as best as you could, eventually backing into a building without even realising. Alarmingly, you’d lost track of Lure somewhere along the way, and your gaze whipped around in a panic as you searched for his agile form.

Copycat, never one to miss an opportunity, pounced the second your attention was diverted from him. Your back slammed into a wall, your breath leaving you in one big whoosh and your stomach flipping violently. The villain pinned you in place with a thigh between your own and a glass hand at your throat, fingertips morphed into shards that pressed lightly into the delicate skin of your neck. Your breath ceased almost completely, eyes shooting wide—not only at how quickly things had turned, but also at the heady shot of arousal that caused your core to throb. God, what was wrong with you?

“We could own the place, if it weren’t for you,” the male breathed, voice doing things to you that had your heart racing in your chest. He was silent a moment before he begrudgingly added, “… and Tempest, of course.”

You licked your lips, watching as the villain’s eyes were immediately drawn to the action and his pupils dilated, chocolate orbs luring you deeper. “I have a feeling he mightn’t take too kindly to your attempts at claiming the city for your own while he’s gone.”

The male’s shapely lips curved in a grin that was positively sinful, and completely Cheshire in nature. “Oh, sweetheart. It was never the city we were after.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, the villain delighting in your befuddlement. The glass pressed to your throat eased off the slightest bit, and instead of attempting to figure out what his words meant then and there you seized the opportunity that had been presented so generously to you. Ducking your head to the side, you twisted your body around, pushing forward harshly and allowing your shoulder to meet the male’s chest. He groaned sharply, stumbling back from the force of your blow, and you ducked out of his reach once more.

Dancing backwards on light feet, you almost didn’t notice the male’s shorter accomplice return, his powerful form blocking the doorway. A sense of panic welled within you at the realisation that right now they had you cornered, and trapped. You were tired, and sore, and honestly didn’t think you could do this after also doing it so many days in a row before this. Your flight or fight response kicked in, and contrary to the usual path it took, you were urged into flight.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated all of your energy and power into your palms, allowing unfiltered light to flow forth. A glow so bright it almost hurt your own eyes filled the room, and you knew the others would be even more blinded than yourself. Taking action, you cut the energy flow off and darted towards the only other exit you’d seen in the building you’d been backed into, an abandoned warehouse of sorts you noticed as you fled.

You hardly spared the two villains a glance as you darted away, eager to put some much-needed distance between you and them. The cool morning air against your face wasn’t enough to soothe the scorching in your cheeks, the warmth of Copycat’s body a lingering ghost against your skin where it had touched his own. God, you were a mess— this was just like last time, except worse because now Jay wasn’t here for you to relieve your stress and you were stuck dealing on your own.

Grumbling, you pushed it from you mind and took the long way home. The last thing you needed after the week you were having was to have those two pains in the ass follow you to your home.

x x x x x x x x x

You adjusted the strap of your bag as you hurried down the hall of the Sunset City Superhero League building, almost but not quite out of breath and trying not to think about the mess you’d left in your wake at your home. There was a meeting for heroes today, one where you were required to bring a fair number of reports from over the month, and you’d had to hurry and rummage through your closet for a bag to carry the documents in. You’d only remembered as you went to walk out the door, so you’d been in a rush and your closet had been left looking like a bomb had exploded in there once you were done, bags across the floor and hanging just barely from hangers. The last time you’d opened that cupboard was to haphazardly shove that stupid tape in one of the bags to hide it— your mother had decided to pop by as a surprise and she was one of the nosiest people you’d ever met in your life. Combined with her notoriously sticky fingers to go with her stickybeak nature, having that tape of all things lying on your kitchen table where you’d left it would have been the very beginning of your end, in more ways than one.

The entrance you made as you burst into the meeting room at the end of the hall was by no means your best, but was still extravagant enough to warrant a few curious gazes before they realised it was just you and went back to whatever they were doing. Disgruntled at the lacklustre response, you walked further into the room and dumped your bag onto a chair, flopping down beside it. You were a mess, and at this point you were past the point of caring. You didn’t think you’d even be mad if your colleagues tried to make fun of you today.

“Ah, Spark! You’re still turning up to these meetings? I thought they kicked you out!”

Your eyebrow twitched, annoyance sparking in the pit of your belly. Nevermind, you would definitely get mad. Apparently you were a mess with a short fuse today. You turned to level BB with a glare, not bothering to get up from your seat. The leather padding had accepted you into its embrace and your body was so tired you didn’t think you could move even if you wanted to.

“RM knows better than to boot his best hero,” you retorted, a playful tilt to your brow. “So I’m safe for now. You, on the other hand…”

BB laughed, placing his hands on his hips. Raven hair spilt from its slightly slicked back styling to hang over his forehead. “You look like death so I thought you’d be too tired to fight back today, but I’m oddly reassured to see I was wrong.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged your lips. BB shit you a lot, but he was still your friend, even if you wanted to strangle him with your bare hands sometimes. Well, most of the time.

“Nah, still kicking,” you said, fighting back a yawn that had risen at the mention of your current state of exhaustion. You were napping as soon as you got home, granted those two pains in the ass didn’t cause any more trouble today.

“Who is Spark kicking?” a familiar voice rung out, catching your attention and distracting you from your efforts to contain a yawn. It escaped against your will, and you turned to see who had caused you to lose a battle with your own body.

JK grinned at you, that bunny smile you knew had won the hearts of several female heroes in the alliance, and you pretended not to notice the warmth that wrapped around your heart at the sight of it. Kid was too cute for his own good, damn it.

“Probably you if you try and rile her up today. Look at her, she’s exhausted. She’ll tear you to pieces without a shred of remorse,” it was Jin’s voice that sounded out from behind JK now, and you leaned around him to see a shit-eating grin stretched across his face.

“Careful, Jin,” you warned with a smile. “If JK doesn’t do anything, you should know you’re a very close second on the list.”

The male didn’t even seem the slightest bit concerned, simply aiming an amused grin your way. Why the hell was everyone else in such a good mood today? You could only assume they’d gotten a much longer, much more restful sleep than you had.

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. “If you get mad enough, you might even spank me.”

BB made a face, JK made a sound like he was dry-retching, and you were filled with the sudden and overwhelming urge to simultaneously laugh and punch him in the face. You settled for sliding down in your chair and resting your face in your hand with a pained groan, however.

“I’m not well-rested enough to be dealing with this,” you lamented, the familiar sound of Jin’s laughter reaching your ears. You lifted your head, searching desperately for RM in the hopes the meeting would start soon and put you out of your misery. You managed to catch sight of him, and were filled with relief before you also saw who he was talking to. You let out a resigned sigh. Jax, a friend of BB and Gyeom, was chattering away to him in the corner, and you knew from past experience that it would probably be a good ten minutes before RM managed to tactfully work himself free of the conversation and back on track for the reason he’d come here in the first place

To your utter surprise, Jax willingly parted from RM’s side with a boisterous laugh, like he’d just heard the gratifying punchline to a well-told joke, and moved his way over to the table to sit next to BB. RM then followed, an amused smile on his face, and the rest of the heroes still standing plopped into their own seats as the makeshift leader walked to the head of the table. You gave JK a small smile as he dropped down in the free seat next to you, Jin taking place beside him. It looked like today was going to be one of the days Suga was late. Oh well, his loss. You couldn’t always be a good friend and save him a seat.

It was hard to stay awake through the entirety of the meeting, and even harder to remain somewhat focused on what was actually happening. You were frazzled, constantly teetering on the edge of a micro-nap, and by the time you’d done your piece and the meeting was wrapping up a good few hours later, you were just ready to go home and nap it off. Your body needed a good solid rest to properly heal and recuperate, after all. You could only hope Lure and Copycat didn’t disrupt this rest either.

It was with the promise of a gratifying, luxurious nap in mind that you shot from the table as soon as RM dismissed you all, stretching gracefully before you bid the others farewell. Your exit was somewhat hasty, departure more difficult than usual since you’d caught the initial rush of people crowding the door, but soon enough you were out of the room and darting off down the hall. Home awaited you, and technically so did a mess, but you’d deal with that later, when you didn’t feel like you were going to fall asleep mid-step. As you rushed home, eager to get to your bed and some much-anticipated rest, you were too distracted to notice the absence of a certain bag over your shoulder.

A certain bag that, as it remained where you’d left it in the meeting room, was about to fall into a certain set of hands.

x x x x x x x x

It was the afternoon of the next day when you were called from your house once more. A tall apartment building that sat on the outer edge of the middle of the city that had once stood proud, looming above those who passed on the street below, was now engulfed in a storm of soot, smoke, heat and haze. The flames had died down some, thanks to your efforts, but still licked along window sills and spilt along the side of the building, rich oranges and yellows flickering and melding with the warm colours that painted the sky in a glorious, golden sunset. You didn’t think your city had ever lived up to its name more than it did now, in this moment. It was a sight to behold—you hated that fire was so beautiful and entrancing, yet so destructive.

When you’d been called, it had only been when the flames had first sprung to life, and so you’d had ample time to help around and evacuate citizens and pets who might have otherwise been stuck. The fire department had arrived shortly after you, and it was now that they were manning the hoses, putting out the final remnants of the inferno that had raged within the building not too long before. Aside from some minor injuries, no one had been seriously harmed and all lives were accounted for, so you could say it was a job well done.

“Ma’am, would you be able to sign here? It’s a new regulation they brought in—they want us to document if a superhero helped out and if so which one,” a soft voice to your left caught your attention, and you turned with a soft smile.

“Of course,” you said, sympathising greatly with him. A lot of regulations had been brought in for superheroes lately too—you’d had no idea you’d ever end up doing so much paperwork in your life.

The male was relatively young, bright-eyed and smiling lightly whenever you glanced up and met his warm, chocolate gaze. His tanned skin was marred only by soot and ash, the blackened particles smeared across his cheeks and neck, most likely transferred from his gloves and suit. He was fairly tall, and shifted his weight anxiously as you filled out the form, growing bashful when you finished. His hand came to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, no doubt rubbing more soot onto his glowing skin.

“Thank you, by the way,” he said, taking the form back gingerly. “You’re never required to help but you always do, and a lot of people are saved because of you… you’re so cool.”

Warmth flooded your chest, mixed in with a delicate amount of pride that had your heart swelling. You couldn’t help but grin. Gosh, he was so sweet.

“You don’t have to thank me! I do this because I want to help,” your hand found your hip as you laughed lightly, endeared by the blush rapidly rising to the male’s cheeks. “It was very sweet of you, though. What’s your name?”

The boy stuttered, a hand rising to anxiously brush through his soft, mousy locks. “J-Jongin,” he answered, cheeks alight. You held out your hand with a bright grin.

“It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, Jongin!” you said, delighting the feeling of his hand encompassing yours— everything about this boy was warm. “I hope I’ll see you next time I’m called out, too!”

He nodded with you, smiling. “I hope so too.”

You grinned, and were about to continue the conversation when there was a shout of the boy’s name from behind him. You both turned, Jongin sheepish as he glanced back at you.

“My boss,” he said, smiling softly. “Thank you again, I’ll see you around.”

You returned the smile and bid him farewell, watching as he receded back into the throng of civilians and firemen. You didn’t realise you were standing lost in thought for a moment until something glimmered in the corner of your eye and you turned to catch sight of it. Some windows had shattered and fallen earlier, and the headlights of passing cars were catching on the gleaming shards where they lay haphazardly across the pavement. You made a mental note to clean that up, turning in the direction of the pile when on impulse you shifted your gaze. Your eyes swept across the faces of civilians that seemed to blend together after a second or two, before finally halting in surprise.

There, not too far from the entrance to the large building, stood two faces that seemed oddly familiar to you. You squinted as you attempted to recall exactly why they stood out to you so much, when it hit you. Ah, they were the people that had come by Hoseok’s apartment earlier in the week. You’d exited your apartment to see them loitering outside his door, seeming confused as to why he hadn’t been answering their incessant knocking. You’d been in a rush, and had only had time to let them know that apparently he’d gone to visit his mother for a few days before you’d been darting off with a regretful grin.

You had to admit, Hoseok had some attractive friends. Both of them were of decent height, one much taller than the other, and had the kind of faces that were pleasant to look at. The shorter of the two, a male sporting soft, fluffy-looking sunset orange hair, had the kind of eyes that bore into yours with such unabashed intensity that your heart would be doing flips before you knew it, something that was aided by the soft smile that you’d seen curling his pillowy lips. His visage was soft, but there was an underlying edge to his person that piqued your interest. The taller of the two, a male with light, mousy hair that fell just slightly in his eyes, had a more fox-like manner. It was present in the gentle curve, and the striking gleam, to his eyes as he smiled, a sly tilt to the corners of his mouth. His shoulders were broad, and while he was somewhat lean he wasn’t thin, limbs long and firm. He might have been taller, but his brighter-haired friend was stockier. Yes, your cute neighbour Hoseok had some cute friends.

And right now, they were both looking right at you.

You jumped slightly as you realised you currently had their attention, somehow only now feeling the heavy weight of their gazes. Forcing yourself from your thoughts, you managed a light smile in their direction. They reacted peculiarly—usually that was enough to warrant a bright grin, or perhaps even a bashful blush, but that was not the case this time. A smile curved their lips, but it hid something bigger and it caused your stomach to stir, slightly unsettled. You didn’t get an explanation; they turned then, making their way away from the scene and out of sight. Slightly perturbed, you turned and looked for the closest firefighter— you wanted to see if there was anything else you could help with before you went home.

You aided them where you could, but you were never distracted enough that your thoughts didn’t wander. At first, it was to meaningless things, like how much you were craving a kebab right about now. Then, after some time, your thoughts shifted direction and you found yourself getting wound up.

That jerkface Tempest still hadn’t contacted you yet.

Who did he think he was, stringing you along like this? You weren’t waiting for a message or a call or anything— you weren’t. But still, he’d said he’d call, or something along those lines, and he hadn’t. You were pissed because he’d fucked off god knows where and left you and your horny self to your own devices, and had the nerve to leave it this long without contacting you like he said he would? Rude ass. He was going to get his ass beat when he came back, you swore it. You’d show him how it felt to get the paddle, damn it. Stupid villains and their ingrate nature.

Understandably, you were no longer in the mood to be a good Samaritan and work overtime. The sky had finally given in to the ink creeping across from the horizon, and above you now was an expanse of onyx broken only by a waxing moon and a smattering of stars. A pretty sight, but you had to say you preferred the rich, warm tones of sunset—at least you could see where you were going at that time.

You’d begun on your trek home a while ago, taking abandoned alleyways and quiet streets. You didn’t feel like hauling ass across rooftops today, so sneaking around was the current mood. Of course, your current path and its nature meant there was minimal lighting, and you were pretty much navigating in what little moonlight you could. You supposed you could always use your powers since they were, well, light, but the point of taking back alleys was so that you weren’t recognised and followed, so that would sort of defeat the point. You wanted to go unnoticed, not bring attention to yourself. Sadly, your powers were only good for one of those things.

You weren’t too far from the suburb where you resided, you’d taken a bit of a long way to get here, and were busy thinking about how good it was going to feel when you got home and soaked in the tub, finally able to wash the soot and grime from your body. Really, you hadn’t gotten that dirty, but you felt like you did. Looking at all the people around you that had been covered head-to-toe in ash and soot probably hadn’t helped.

So embroiled in your own thoughts were you, that you almost didn’t notice the soft crunch of gravel that echoed through the alley you were currently traversing. Almost. You froze instantly as the light sound brushed your eardrums, the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end. Someone was following you, and based on your luck this week, you had an idea exactly who.

Your suspicions were confirmed moments later when a sharp sound pierced the air and something was flying past your face—you’d leapt to the side just barely in time. Annoyed, you spun with a glare.

“Really?” you demanded, heat simmering in your palms. “Can I not have one day off?”

“What kind of villains would we be if we let our favourite superhero have a day off?” the voice that greeted you was not from the direction you expected, and most definitely not the same timbre. The low baritone sounded just behind your shoulder, and you turned instantly, fist flying on instinct.

Copycat beamed at you, catching your fist with ease in a hand that gleamed silver. Pain instantly shot from your knuckles right along your forearm, and a hiss escaped your mouth through clenched teeth. Fuck, that hurt. You just barely managed to yank your wounded hand back before he clutched it tighter than you could escape from, and you danced back several steps so you were out of reach. This… was not looking good. God, what was their problem?! You just wanted to go home and nap, and maybe rub on out for good measure! Strangely, you were more annoyed with Tempest than ever—somehow, this was all his fault. You weren’t sure exactly how yet, but you knew it was.

“You’re sucky villains either way, I don’t imagine it would really affect your standing much if you let me have just one night off,” you bit back, annoyance seeping into your tone. The tall male only seemed amused at your weak sting, beginning to stride closer with a subtle, alluring sway to his hips. You backed up accordingly.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, Spark,” the villain purred, teeth glinting slightly in the low light as he flashed you another Cheshire grin. Annoyance curled in your abdomen, obscuring the flip your stomach did at his words.

“Shut up,” you retorted, suddenly aware that you hadn’t heard from his tangerine-haired companion in a while. Instantly alert, but having learnt your lesson from last time, you strained your ears instead of turning. There was nothing, before a sudden scuffing sound rebounded from your eardrums and you ducked just in time, Lure’s arm flying above you where your head had just been. You were faced with the usual choice once more—what was today’s mood, was it fight or flight?

A sudden image of the devious glint that had been present in Copycat’s eyes just before flashed suddenly in the forefront of your mind and your decision was made for you. You wanted no part of whatever trouble they were trying to drag you into, and were going to get home to your bed no matter what—you deserved that nap, damn it.

With that in mind, you turned quickly on your heel and high-tailed it out of there. You weren’t sure exactly how you were going to lose them when they were already so hot on your tail, but figured you’d just wing it and come up with it as you went. You were nothing if not an incredible improviser.

Predictably, they gave chase, and soon you were bolting through the city, weaving in and around buildings in an attempt to lose them but never quite succeeding. Lure would throw the occasional knife, and you’d nearly have a heart attack as they whizzed past a little too close to your limbs and face. Copycat, having turned his limbs to stone and steel, would throw wrangled dumpsters and street poles in your general direction. Strangely enough, they always missed, and always landed in a way that obscured a path you were planning on taking, causing you to divert. It was extremely inconvenient, and you were beginning to think that perhaps there wasn’t a way out of this one.

When you reached another dead-end, you decided you weren’t going to get home if all you were doing was running. You spun on your heel, raising your hand and allowing a flush of energy to flow along your limb and shoot from your palm in a concentrated beam of light. Lure, who had been the closest to you, let out a yelp as he dived desperately out of the way. His ashen-haired partner didn’t move aside, but you still heard his alarmed gasp as he lifted his arms to shield his face and allowed polished metal to melt over his skin. The light you’d thrown from your palm reflected off the transmuted material of his arms and met with the aging concrete of the building beside you, tearing it to rubble from the sheer force of it. Dust and mortar rained over the three of you, and you used the cover to change from defence to offense.

Using your powers, you pushed them back, a slight sense of relief flooding your stomach as you managed to keep them on their toes enough that they didn’t have much of a chance for a counterattack. Much to your chagrin, however, you knew you couldn’t sustain attacking at this rate— you were tired, and manipulating light energy to shoot from your palms was exhausting, you know? You needed to do what you did last time, and provide an opportunity for yourself to escape.

Before you could manage it, however, one of them threw off your pattern of attack and switched the tables back around; you were on the defence once more. Frustration bubbled within you at the situation, but you continued pushing on— just a little more, just a little bit more and you could go home and nap.

That didn’t end up happening like you planned, however. The dance you’d worked yourselves into continued much longer—every so often the power would shift and you would be the one pursuing them, and then they would regain their hold on the situation and it would be you darting away once more. You couldn’t describe the myriad of sensations playing about in your lower abdomen, fluttering against the sensitive walls of your stomach. You were tired, exhausted, but the frustration and annoyance bubbling in the pit of your tummy were keeping you alert, and in combination with those there was something else, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It curled deep in your middle, an uneasy sensation that wasn’t quite negative or positive—similar to anticipation, but for what?

The entire time you were fighting them, you never noticed as gradually you were led further and further from the direction of your house and closer to that of the docks on the outskirts of the city. You were too caught up trying to hit them, and trying not to be hit by them, that you didn’t notice the gleam to their eyes, nor the curious curve to their lips. You never noticed, until you were chasing one of them and the other had darted off for a moment.

“Try harder, princess!” you were growing very sick of the saccharine voice that had been mocking your for more than half an hour now. Lure beamed at you as he danced out of the way of a lazily thrown beam of light from your palms— you were tiring and it was getting harder to aim.

You growled at his attempt to antagonise you, annoyed because it was working. You continued to advance, trying to trip him enough that you could leave without him chasing after you, but he continued to dodge. You regretted that he seemed to have so much more energy than you, and channelled your irritation into your efforts to hit him.

So consumed and focused on landing a hit on the male, you hardly registered as he darted into an abandoned building and you followed after him. Up a large staircase, he threw a knife that nearly sliced your cheek as you struggled to dodge in the limited space. Finally, the narrow, cylindrical staircase opened into a large floor, bathed in moonlight from a part of the ceiling that seemed to be missing, and Lure was forced into a dead end. You were almost panting, hands lifting to your hips as you glared at the tangerine-haired male.

“I don’t need to try harder,” you muttered, annoyed, as you strode forward, reaching for the cuffs on your belt. You had to tilt your head to avoid being smacked in the face by the ropes and hooks hanging from the ceiling. “You went and backed yourself into a corner and I didn’t even need to do anything.”

You expected him to seem alarmed, or concerned, but instead a slow, sly smile began to stretch the male’s lips, a knowing, expectant glimmer touching his eyes.

“Did I really?” was all he said, and you had a single moment of confusion before air brushed against you from behind and your stomach dropped in dread a split-second before the sensations registered.

Cool metal snapped around your wrists and they were tugged up, arms above your head and suspended suddenly from one of the many ropes dangling from the ceiling that you’d completely disregarded upon entry. Something else looped around your neck, a supple metal that hugged the curve of your throat with ease, and was clasped tightly. A sharp noise of alarm escaped you as a familiar sensation washed over you and a strong sense of déjà vu flooded your being—you’d been in a situation very, very similar to this before, and the memory had heat beginning to gather between your legs despite how absolutely inappropriate it was.

The culprit responsible for your current bound state was quick to reveal himself, Copycat’s fox-like grin greeting you once more as he walked backwards to stand beside his accomplice, staring at you victoriously all the while.

Energy burned along your form, tingling along your limbs intensely for a second before dissipating completely, and you knew then, with a sense of dread, that your powers had been nullified. How had this happened? You just wanted to go home and nap!

Your attention was drawn to the two villains standing before you, gaze whipping to the shorter of the two. His eyes were closed, lashes brushing the rim of the inner circle of his mask and his mouth parted slightly. He inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering open as a spike of annoyance filled you.

“Finally,” Lure murmured, eyes hazy before they fell upon your own and a lavish, dreamy smile curled his lips. “I’ve wondered so long what it would be like to get inside your head, Spark. Your thoughts… you think so loud.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, shock grasping you at his words. Your thoughts—? Oh, fuck, you were fucked. So the theory you and RM came up with must have been correct—as a byproduct of the nature of your abilities, your thoughts projected outwards, but until now your powers also acted as a buffer that stopped those thoughts from getting out completely and others getting in. Now that they’d restrained you in something that nullified your powers and its active aspects were negated… there was nothing blocking your thoughts as they projected outwards. Fuck. You’d never had the innermost workings of your mind exposed to anyone before—you felt naked.

The tangerine-haired villain’s lips curled up at that, eyes gleaming in a manner that was almost gleeful. His gaze swept over your form completely, lingering on the curves that were emphasised by your current position with your hands above your head, and you made a point to nail him with a glare when your eyes met. Pervert. He seemed nothing short of amused.

“What is she thinking, Minnie?” you heard Copycat whisper as he leant closer to his accomplice, an excited look gracing his fine features. The sheer enthusiasm colouring his low tone was enough to have a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spin. You prayed they didn’t notice it.

Lure— or as Copycat had referred to him, Minnie— stepped closer, eyes holding yours trapped in their magnetic, darkened gaze as he did so. You tried to ignore the frantic flipping of your stomach so he wouldn’t know about it.

“She feels naked,” he hummed, spelling your previous revelation aloud for the other person in the room. Your cheeks flushed with the scorching heat of embarrassment, glare intensifying. “No one has ever been able to get into your head before, have they, princess?”

You tried to stop your thoughts in their tracks, to keep them laying low, silenced, but you couldn’t do it. You’d never had to control your thoughts before, and like a muscle that was hardly ever used and was suddenly being put to use, it showed. The villain had never looked so pleased with himself before.

“Ah,” he murmured, lips tugging higher, “Her heart skips a beat when I call her that.”

“What the hell,” you ground, shifting uncomfortably. “Do you want?”

“That’s an excellent question!” Lure beamed salaciously. He turned, breaking the hold he had on your gaze, and spoke to his accomplice. “Why don’t you fill her in, V?”

You were still incredibly confused at the sudden turn the situation had taken, and the sudden use of names was throwing you off even more. Copycat— V?— grinned and strode towards you on long legs, boots tapping sharply against the metal flooring and making your insides quiver in anticipation with each step closer he came.

“You’re a hard girl to get a hold of, Spark,” he began, low tone eliciting a feeling within you that you didn’t want to acknowledge; Lure smirked knowingly nonetheless. “We’ve been trying to get an audience with you all week.”

One of your brows rose at that, expression shifting to annoyance. “You’ve been trying to trap me and tie me up all week? Who would have known.”

If either of them were annoyed by your bratty comment, they didn’t show it. There was a predatory edge that gleamed through V’s grin, his teeth flashing in the low moonlight filtering through the incomplete ceiling.

“Indeed,” he purred, stepping closer, so close his breath just barely brushed your face with each word that fell from his shapely lips. “We’ve been trying to draw you here all week, but I admit we’ve considered this long before that.”

Confusion, a familiar feeling at this point in your evening, filtered through your mind once more. When you didn’t say anything, V took the chance to elaborate further.

“We’ve always thought you were attractive, Spark,” he admitted without an ounce of shame, eyes gleaming behind the mask. “But we never wanted you quite as badly as we do now before we saw a particular something.”

A feeling of apprehension began to trickled into your stomach, your thoughts going somewhere they certainly shouldn’t in such circumstances— Lure grinned, and you cursed. You had an idea where this was going.

“He showed you?” you asked, deciding to cut right to the chase. If they were talking about what you thought they were talking about, there was only one way they’d come across it.

“Tempest?” V queried, expression shifting as he laughed shortly. “No, he would never. We noticed he was hiding something and wouldn’t show us when we asked about it, so we took it upon ourselves to investigate.”

His words eased an ugly feeling that had begun to rise within you, its flavour not dissimilar to that of betrayal, but far less pungent. Nonetheless, you were still vexed. What was that dumbass doing leaving your sex tape around where two other people— villains, no less!— could find it?!

Lure giggled at your train of thought, eyes meeting yours in a moment that felt far too intimate, and you struggled to keep it somewhat on track. Curse your messy, wandering mind. Someone needed to have mercy and knock you the fuck out already.

“We had to break through several layers of security, but it was worth it,” V hummed, voice lowering an octave as he spoke next. “I have to say, the camera loves you, Spark.”

Once more your stomach was flipping, pulse racing anxiously. In your current situation, the reactions your body was having were completely inappropriate— but you couldn’t help it! Being here, tied and restricted, in front of two people that had seen what you’d done with Tempest that night all those weeks ago, was eliciting all sorts of feelings within you, and you were slowly drowning in their intoxicating fumes. Curse stupid Jay for leaving you alone to deal with your perpetual state of horniness—a state that he’d made worse, mind you.

“What’s your point?” you sighed, resignation colouring your tone. Horny or not, you wanted to go home— maybe you’d get lucky and all they’d want is for you to autograph the tape.

“Our point, is that Tempest doesn’t like to share,” V hummed, stepping that bit closer once more. His hands came to ghost over your waist, just barely but not quite touching, and it had goosebumps erupting all over your body. “And we want a tape of our own, sweetheart. We can’t keep stealing his, and there aren’t chances quite like this one when he’s around.”

It took a moment for his words and their implications to sink in, but when they did you felt a flush of heat wash over you. A tape of their own… they wanted—?!

“That’s right, princess,” Lure spoke up for the first time in a while, hand lifting for his fingertips to brush against your cheek in a tantalising touch that left your mind reeling and heart thrumming. You didn’t even have the presence of mind to shift your head out of the way— worse yet, a part of you relished in the soft drag of his fingertips over your skin. “We want exactly that.”

V didn’t even blink at the fact that his accomplice had responded to something he himself hadn’t even heard, instead taking the time to lean back and admire you. Lure spoke up once more.

“I won’t coerce you,” he said, tone clear, light and airy, and it was only then you remembered that in addition to his telepathy, Lure had the ability to compel others to do his bidding. Compulsion was a dangerous thing, and an inkling of fear sparked within you at the realisation that right now you were vulnerable to it, more so than you had ever been before, regardless of how reassured his words might have made you feel. “If you make this choice it shall be your own.”

“Superheroes help others, don’t they?” V purred, leaning in closer. Your breath caught in your throat. “Won’t you help us out tonight, sweetheart?”

Your teeth found your bottom lip as your mind whirred a mile a minute, body shifting in your restraints. The cuffs that had been slapped around your wrists— taken from your belt, you noticed now as you felt the weight missing from your hip— were digging into your hands slightly, but not enough to cause any real pain. Frankly, you were wound up, and horny. This whole week had caused new and unknown feelings of attraction for the two males before you to rise within you and honestly you were this close to just accepting and letting them ravish you like you knew you all wanted. But one thing stood out firmly among the desire blurring your thoughts. Tempest… Jay. You had no idea how he would react— you’d never defined anything except the initial rules, and technically you were your own woman and still free to do as you wanted. But still…

A devilish grin curled Lure’s lips as he picked up on your dilemma. “What Tempest doesn’t know won’t hurt him, don’t you think, princess? Besides, he’s the one that left you all alone here, right? He should have known you were going to get frustrated eventually, should have known better than to leave you alone with us.”

As much as you were loathe to admit it, he was right. Better than anyone Jay knew what an untameable monster your libido had become ever since you’d begun tangling with him, he should have known you’d eventually have to turn to other revenues. You couldn’t think of anything else that was holding you back, arousal muddling your mind and mixing your thoughts. You weren’t even that morally compromised— you’d already fucked one villain, what was two more? Besides, if you stuck your nose up at this when you’d been railing Tempest for weeks now, what kind of hypocritical idiot did that make you?

Your thighs shifted, rubbing slightly, as you finally came to a decision and voiced your answer. You were far too frustrated to properly consider refusing right now, and you were hoping that once they got this out of their system then maybe they’d finally fucking leave you alone to nap.

“Fine,” you said, tilting your head up in an attempt to salvage whatever dignity you had remaining. “Fine.”

Their reactions were instantaneous, victorious glee burning a bright glimmer in their eyes as they exchanged a look before returning their attention to you. A nervous feeling began to swim in the pit of your stomach, and Lure swooped in before you could begin to doubt your decision.

Two quick steps and the warmth of his palms was pressing against your cheeks, thumbs brushing the skin as his eyes trapped yours in their hold for a moment, before he dove in. Even with your split-second of warning, you were still taken off guard at the searing press of his plush, pillowy lips to your own. A soft gasp escaped you despite your attempts to restrain it, and Lure’s mouth curled against yours. Your heart thrummed anxiously against the confines of your chest, your stomach dropping and tilting as his mouth moved against your own and sent your hormones into a state of disarray.

Your mind a liquid mess, it was easy to lose yourself in the intoxicating scent, touch, taste of him. Kissing him was far different from what you’d already experienced, far different from what you’d expected, and as his teeth found your bottom lip and he sucked it into his mouth you were almost drunk on the sensations he was eliciting deep within you. A soft moan was drawn from your throat, your legs shifting slightly, your core throbbing slightly.

You’d completely forgotten about the other villain in the room, so taken in Lure’s kiss as you were, and were surprised when the tangerine-haired male suddenly pulled back. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, eyes dark as they bore into your own, and you almost didn’t notice V had returned until his accomplice stepped back and he was stepping into his place, hands raising. It took you a moment to recognise the object in his hand, and when you did a spike of alarm shot through you. Lure was quick to mollify you, his dark eyes and V’s devilish grin the last thing you saw before a blindfold was tugged over your eyes and blackness greeted your vision. Your breath came that bit faster, heart beginning to beat frantically before you willed yourself to calm down. You trusted that they wouldn’t hurt you right now, as foolish as it might have been, because you knew— and they knew— that they would be facing Tempest if anything seriously happened to you.

There was a sound from your right, where you knew Lure to be standing. He hushed you, voice a low purr as it slipped past his lips. “Shh, focus on our voices, princess. You’re gonna need something to anchor you.”

Despite the slight fear that his words sparked within you, they also had a thrill running down your spine.

“So cocky,” you muttered, to soothe the hole in your pride more than anything else. “Are you sure you can follow through?”

There was a deep chuckle from your left, and you jumped slightly as large hands came to rest on your waist. Without your sight you couldn’t help but fixate on the searing heat of their palms as it scorched your skin through your suit, your ears straining and picking up noises you mightn’t have noticed otherwise. Your back tingled ever so slightly, the only forewarning you got before something brushed your ass and there was a body melding to yours from behind. Your heart skipped a beat, the unexpectedness of each and every action only adding to the thrill—you had no idea what was going to happen next and the thought was incredibly arousing.

“We’ve waited so long to see the body that lays hidden beneath this suit, Spark,” that was Lure’s voice that drifted from in front of you, leaving you to conclude it was V that currently had his hands gripping your hips and his front pressed against your back. The revelation left heat to stir in the pit of your stomach, and your thighs rubbed involuntarily, the tiniest traces of pleasure throbbing in your centre at the action. “You’ll have to forgive us for taking our time to admire what has been kept from us for so long.”

At this point you were sure the two villains could hear the furious thundering of your heart. The zip along the front of your suit was tugged, cool air greeting your collarbones, and a shuddering breath escaped you.

“If it’s too much, say his name and it will all stop,” the tangerine-haired male spoke once more, tone low and holding an even edge.

You filed that away with a shaky nod, comforted by the fact that he had provided you with a safe word of sorts, but at the same time wary— exactly what did they have planned? Anticipation was swirling in your gut and it was harder to force breath into your lungs as the small zipper was tugged further down. The light sound just barely graced your ears, your attention caught by the shift of V’s hands along your sides and the soft, trembling breath that escaped from in front of you. Your core was throbbing hotly at this point, desire simmering deep within you for both of the males currently touching you. Inch by inch, more of your upper body was revealed to their hungry eyes, and inch by inch arousal swirled deeper within you and your pussy ached.

Your straining ears easily picked up the soft gasp that fell from Lure’s lips, the additional sharp inhale from the male behind you, as your zipper was tugged down completely and your suit was open, body bare beneath the ballistic weave as it sat, slack over your form. Eager fingers trailed down your sternum, fingertips firm against the valley between your breasts, before the material was moved aside and your chest was bare before them, goosebumps rising over the heated flesh as it met with cool air. You could feel the barest traces of a heavily thudding heart through the chest that was melded to your back

“Beautiful,” it was uttered so softly you almost missed it, the barest whisper, but it caused something to swell in your chest, your stomach flipping. “V, why don’t you help me give her some attention?”

The male behind you didn’t need to be told twice, large hands dragging along your ribs and pulling the material of your suit further apart as he went. The scorching heat of his palms as they cupped your breasts caused your breath to hitch in your throat, chest shuddering as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck and shoulder and buried his nose against your throat. There was a snicker from in front of you. “Oh, she likes that. Kiss her, V.”

There was a peculiar edge to Lure’s voice as he spoke that time, a different flavour colouring his tone as he spoke to his accomplice. You didn’t have time to ponder it, however, your mind quickly taken by the sudden sensation against your neck. V pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin, teeth grazing as he suckled lightly. In tandem with his lips, his fingers kneaded the supple flesh of your breasts and a sharp, breathy moan fell from your throat as heat and desire shot to your core.

Your breath came quicker, shuddering as it passed your lips, and soft moans melded to join your hurried exhales. You whined slightly in surprise as another set of fingers pressed against your skin just below your navel, a thick thigh coming between your own to wedge them apart. God, you were so turned on that even that action sent another shot of desire to your throbbing core. You yearned to be touched more, aching for it, and Lure quickly picked up on the longing you exuded.

The fingertips that were pressing against your navel travelled lower, swirling over your skin in tantalising circles, closer and closer for where you longed to be touched the most. Your breath hastened in anticipation, a soft squeak leaving you as V’s movements shifted and his fingers were circling your pebbled nipples. Struggling to focus on just one of so many sensations, you were taken by surprise when the movements of the two villains seemed to synchronise. V’s fingers pinched and pulled, the sensitive buds aching deliciously at the harsh tugs and shooting pleasure straight to your core where Lure’s fingers had dipped beneath the remaining part of your suit. His fingertips didn’t take long to find what they were seeking, and soon you were gasping loudly, breath melding into a long, drawn moan as he pressed and circled around your throbbing clit. Heat pooled in your abdomen and your head was swimming in the desire flooding your entire being.

The male hummed, drinking in in the wanton noises tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips, and pressed his fingers lower. You just barely caught the hitch in his breath as his digits met with the slick positively dripping from your core.

“She’s so wet,” there was a reverent edge to his tone as he murmured to his accomplice, fingertips dragging along your slit and eliciting a whine. “What a dirty girl, getting so excited already. What would Tempest do if he knew you got so wet at just the thought of what we’re going to do to you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart dipping in dark thrill at the thought. If Tempest were to know, you’d be meeting more than just the paddle next time he caught you. Strangely, you didn’t know for sure whether he would be mad or not— he didn’t strike you as the strictly possessive type, but then again…

A sharp slap to your ass wrought your mind from where it had wondered, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips. V’s hands were both still rolling your nipples between his fingers, and so the culprit had to have been Lure. A hand brushed your cheek before gripping your jaw firmly and bringing you forward.

“Don’t,” he began, lips and breath brushing your own in featherlight touches with each word that left his mouth. “Think about him when we are the ones here, the ones making you feel so good— the ones that got you so wet.”

Instantly, thoughts of Tempest were thrown from your mind, and you recognised the undertone in Lure’s light, airy voice as the one that had been present before— you quickly realised, when you literally could not think of the red-haired villain even as you tried, that he was using his powers on you. At the revelation you were at once terrified and incredibly turned on— capitulating you so completely and utterly to the situation that it stole your breath away.

In the next moment those plush lips you’d grown to crave so much were pressing against your own once more, a hot flush rising to colour your skin pink as his fingers curled daringly and dipped into your entrance, the resulting moan from your throat melting into the kiss. Lure busied your lips, but V was still at work dutifully marking up your neck— the skin was tender and bruised, no doubt erupting in plum and cherry blossoms in his wake, and each lave of his tongue and lips against you had your hips twitching, aided by the pleasure shooting to your core with each firm tug and roll of your nipples in his grasp.

Distantly you registered the firm length pressing into your ass from behind, and you rolled your hips back slightly to be rewarded with a deep, guttural groan beneath your ear. V’s teeth sank into your neck slightly, fingers pinching, and you moaned wantonly into the kiss you were sharing with Lure. Having two people lavishing you in attention meant that you were struggling to decide where to focus, mind a fuzzy mess of arousal and desire. The tangerine-haired villain claiming your lips with his directed your attention when his thumb brushed over your clit, index and middle fingers dipping into your entrance and curling slightly.

You cried out at the sensation, mouths parting and your bottom lip slipping from between his teeth as your head fell back against V’s shoulder, soft gasps tumbling from your lips. There was a slight stretch accompanying his fingers— they weren’t long, but they were thick, and your pussy throbbed eagerly around their welcome intrusion, more of your slick leaking forth. Lure’s lips found the underside of your jaw and pressed searing, open-mouthed kisses against the skin there, suckling the sensitive flesh into his mouth in a similar fashion to his ashen-haired friend.

V parted from your neck just long enough to groan slightly, “Is she wet, Minnie?”

Lure hummed, and you idly wondered if Minnie was his alias like V seemed to be Copycat’s. The villain’s voice was thick as he spoke suddenly against your neck in an answer to your unspoken question, “It’s Min, princess.”

He then spoke louder for V’s benefit, tone rough and husky in a stark contrast to its usual airy and light nature. “She’s dripping, and taking my fingers so well. She’s so tight, so wound up, I think she’s going to cum soon. Is that right, princess?”

You wanted to argue, to retort, it’s not that easy, but at a sudden curl of Min’s fingers within you, the tips of his digits pressing so deliciously into that spot, you lost your entire train of thought with the long moan that escaped you. Pleasure tingled down your spine, shooting hotly beneath your skin to mix and meld into the cocktail of heat and desire pooling in your belly. He began pumping his fingers inside you, thumb working your clit in tantalising, titillating motions. Wanton moans spilt unchecked from your kiss-swollen lips, your head still resting against V’s shoulder. The taller male was grinding his hardened length slowly against your ass, and using what little coherency you had left you rocked your hips back to aid him in his search for friction. He growled against your neck at the pleasurable sensation, teeth grazing the skin he had marked so tender. You were struggling to keep your noises under control but neither of them seemed to mind.

Min’s mouth returned to your neck, travelling down the curve of your throat and over your collarbones. Your thighs quivered slightly, trembling as with each firm thrust of his fingers the male brought you closer and closer to a release that was tightening your insides so deliciously.

“F-fuck,” you cried out sharply as he added a third finger, curling them inside you and hitting your g-spot. The stretch burned just slightly, but you were too taken by the hot, heady pleasure washing over your limbs to notice. “Fuck, right there—"

“Are you going to cum, princess?” Min hummed, V groaning against your throat, his own fingers still at work on your chest. There were too many sensations washing over you, too much to keep up with, and you found yourself becoming lost in the throes of it all. You were getting so close, coil in your abdomen tightening and the heat in your belly flooding along your veins. Min smiled against your clavicle, privy to your innermost workings. Just a few more thrusts, a few more brushes of your clit, and you’d be coming undone— but he didn’t want to wait that long.

He curled his fingers within you one last time, voice low and commanding and threaded with the intoxicating flavour of his compulsion as he murmured against your throat, “Cum for us, princess. Now.”

You didn’t get a chance to prepare, your orgasm crashing into you on his command and robbing you of your breath even as it was used on the loud, keening cries tearing from your throat. His fingers continued to fuck into you through your high, slipping from your folds only when your hips strained to shift away at the overstimulation. Soft whimpers tumbled from your lips, mouth hanging slightly agape as you recovered from the sensations. V’s hands went from stimulating to soothing, dragging warmth over your abdomen that quivered with your breath.

Min had pulled away from your neck, a low moan dragging from his throat and you flushed as he spoke and you realised he’d slipped his fingers, covered in your release, into his mouth. “She tastes heavenly, V. We should have done this sooner.”

There was a whine from behind you, the male still grinding his length into your ass leisurely. “Minnie, I want a taste too.”

Even without your sight you could hear the smile in the orange-haired male’s voice. “Then you can have one,” he purred, finger trailing along your jaw and brushing over your lips. Your eyelids fluttered beneath the blindfold. “He’s been so good to you, hasn’t he, princess? He deserves a taste.”

His tone shifted as he spoke next, laced once more with the sweet, cloying flavour of his compulsion. You weren’t the one on the receiving end of the order this time, yet still the tone caused your head to swim. “Lower the rope and get her how you want her, V.”

A pleased, eager noise escaped the male behind you and he was shifting immediately, hands leaving your form to complete the task Min had given him. It took only a moment before you felt the rope holding your arms above you slacken, and at the release of the tension that had been keeping you completely upright your legs began to buckle, arms dropping but still bound by the cuffs and tethered loosely to the ceiling. Large, warm hands found your hips once more and halted you before you could fall, V’s deep baritone alarmingly close to your ear. One hand shifted and gripped the material of your suit, tugging. “I need your help with this, Minnie.”

Min hummed, acquiescing to the taller male’s wishes as you felt his smaller hands gripping the material as well. Alarm shot through you as a sudden thought filtered through the haze in your mind and you hurried to berate them. “Don’t rip—”

The ever so familiar sound of tearing fabric reached your ears and a short-lived spike of annoyance filled you. Did they have no idea how expensive it was to repair a suit like this, and especially on the down-low?! Fucking ingrates—

Your internal grumblings were cut off by the sensation of your suit being cut and ripped away from your hips, a sharp gasp escaping you as cool air hit your soaked centre. At once the musky scent of your release and arousal filtered into the air, hitting your nostrils headily. You heard the sharp inhale from the male behind you as he sensed the same thing you did, and more slick trickled forth from your throbbing core at the sheer exhilaration of it all.

V moved from behind you suddenly, Min’s hands replacing his on your hips, and you heard his footsteps against the metal floor as he moved before you. You strained to hear what he was doing, breath quickening once more, and were slightly confused at the sound of shifting material and metal groaning. Large hands grasped your ass and with a yelp you were tugged down, knees meeting the floor either side of something thanks to the hands that had pushed your thighs apart. The rope that had slackened earlier was now taut again, arms above your head once more, and you swayed slightly from the momentum of your fall. At the sensation of a hot breath against your folds you squeaked, realisation flooding your mind and a hot flush of arousal scorching your belly to accompany it. Your limbs were still slightly weak from your last orgasm, and the slightest bit of fear trickled into your thoughts for what was to come.

“Go ahead,” Min spoke, voice laced with a command once more. His hand came to smooth over your head, touch both reassuring and one of control. “Taste her. Her pussy is yours, V.”

Your stomach flipped, dipping dangerously as the male between your legs eagerly obeyed and you were tugged down by the firm grip he had on your ass. Your thighs trembled as you tried not to let them slip further on the floor, not to put all of your weight onto him, but he didn’t care. He buried his face in your folds with reckless abandon, tongue darting from between shapely lips to lick a broad strip along your dripping slit. His nose brushed your sensitive, swollen clit as he did so and you cried out, moaning softly as he began to lap up the copious amounts of slick coating your folds and trickling from your still-throbbing core.

His attention wasn’t directly on pleasuring you, but the firm brushes of his nose against your clit as he buried his face between your thighs and lapped up your juices in earnest, in combination with the loud, sinful sounds that accompanied the eager, messy movements of his tongue, meant desire and pleasure were tangling together in the pit of your abdomen once more. Low, groaning moans escaped him every so often, the sensations of the vibrations against you causing your legs to quiver and your own shaky moans to pierce the air. You were still sensitive, so sensitive, each stimulating rub against the bundle of nerves bordering deliciously on pain.

Min’s hand left your head, trailing down your neck and over the side of your arm until his palm was cupping your jaw once more. You hung onto each touch, subconsciously trying to make up for your lack of sight with your other senses. V’s tongue, in its diligent efforts, had gathered most of your essence, and was now dipping deeper, delving through your folds and laving against the underside of your clit in its eager search for more. He was ravenous, insatiable, and your limbs trembled with the sensations he was causing to flood your form.

The hand that was pressed to your cheek tilted your head up, soft moans and whines still falling from your lips at V’s ministrations despite the different angle of your throat.

“You like it when he eats you out, princess?” Min’s voice was a low, seductive purr as it brushed your ears and you were filled with the urge to lean into the sound. “You like feeling his tongue against your sweet little pussy? Answer me.”

The words tumbled from your lips before you even knew they’d formed in your mind. “Y-yes, fuck,” you whined, hips shifting like they didn’t know whether they wanted to move closer or away. “B-but I’m still— I’m still so s-sensitive—”

Min hummed in acknowledgement of your words. “Poor baby. Why don’t we distract you a bit, hm? V, keep going.”

The male currently burying his face between in your folds made a rumbling noise of acknowledgement that had your thighs quivering, a soft whine pulled from deep in your throat. There was a new sound brushing against your ears, fabric rustling and soft metallic clanking. The hand against your face shifted, fingertips trailing along your jaw and over your lips. Two digits pressed against them, accompanied by an airy command, “Open your mouth, princess.”

Even if he hadn’t been using his power on you, you didn’t doubt you would have done as he said just as obediently as you did now. Your lips parted, and you felt his fingers slip eagerly into your mouth. V gave a particularly firm lick against your clit as he did so and you moaned around the digits resting against your tongue, applying light suction on instinct. A light groan came from before you, a curse falling softly from plump lips. The fingers were torn from your mouth after a few seconds more, fabric rustling once more.

“You want something in your mouth, princess?” he queried, hoarse voice accompanied by the filthy slurps and suckling V was making as he continued eating your pussy out. “You want to help me out like I helped you?”

You were nodding before you even realised it, mouth parting eagerly in anticipation. It was almost shameful how you nearly salivated at the idea of what you thought was coming, how even now more of your juices gushed forth to soak V’s tongue and arousal burned beneath your skin, thighs trembling. “Yes, p-pl-ah!— please!”

Min didn’t keep you waiting, a pleased noise escaping him as you heard him step closer. “Good girl. Open your mouth again, princess. Wider.”

You obeyed and soon you were rewarded by a heavy weight against your tongue, a slightly salty flavour brushing your tastebuds and a musky scent tickling your nose. A soft moan slipped from your throat and your lips quickly moved to wrap around the intrusion, a sharp groan greeting your ears as you did so.

“Fuck,” Min cursed lowly, voice catching in his throat, as you sucked around the head of his cock, drinking in the velvety feel and taste of his member as it lay hot against your tongue. V must have liked what he saw from his position below you because he was soon moaning against your throbbing, sensitive pussy, dragging a moan out of your own throat in response. Another curse, and the cock currently in your mouth pressed further. Taking the hint, you did your best in the position you were in and began to move your head. He wasn’t the longest, but he was definitely one of the thickest, and you could already feel the impeding ache in your jaw.

Breathy moans were your reward as you sucked the tangerine-haired male off, fingers winding into your hair and tugging as he muttered praise. You struggled to focus, attention torn between the aching pleasure sparking along your spine and your determination to make the villain before you feel as good as he’d made you feel just before.

“Suck a little harder, princess. Take a little more of me into your— agh fuck, that’s it,” Min continued to urge you on with a deep, throaty groan, his hips thrusting to meet the bobs of your head. The oversensitivity in your pussy had begun to fade and pleasure was making itself more known to you now, but you should have known better than to think you would be let off the hook that quickly. “V, make her cum again. I want her moaning around my cock while you eat her out.”

All too pleased to oblige, V once more increased the fervour with which he lapped and sucked at your pussy, lips wrapping firmly around your clit and causing your whole body to jerk. A sharp, keening moan tore from your throat and at the vibrations surrounding his swollen member Min hissed, hips thrusting roughly into your mouth before he could stop them. You wanted to protest, to whine out, and wriggle your hips away because so much so sudden was too much and your abdomen was tightening, pussy clenching around nothing. Still so soon after your orgasm, you were already hurtling towards another at an alarming speed and shuddering moans fell from your lips one after the other even as you continued doing your best to suck Min off.

It was as V’s teeth grazed your clit that you were finally thrown from the edge, the tight coil of pressure within you snapping once more and sending you into a sensation of white hot bliss. Your hips ground against his face, abdomen quivering and legs struggling to keep the rest of your weight off of him as you tried your best to maintain a rhythm of sorts with your mouth around Min’s cock even as white fluttered behind your eyelids. Too much, so much, you were struggling to keep up with it all, but the vibrations from your long, stilting moans must have been more than Min could handle as he was suddenly pulling his member from your mouth, breathing heavily and cursing as he tried to stop himself from coming undone so quickly. Your loud whines now met the air unchecked, chest heaving as you struggled to come down from your high in a timely fashion. Hands on your ass shifted to your thighs and you were eased up, a soft noise of approval slipping from the male beneath you.

You didn’t have much time to orient yourself before you were being tugged up to your feet once more, and the blindfold that had sat over your eyes since the beginning finally undone. You blinked rapidly as the material fell from your eyes, vision bleary and unadjusted. Your sight had just begun to return to you when there was a figure stepping in front of you and a hand coming to hook beneath the collar they had placed around your neck. You were tugged forward, V’s mouth capturing your own and eliciting a low moan as you tasted yourself on his soft petal lips and his tongue as it swept along your bottom lip. Eyes fluttering closed once more, your body leant into him and his free hand came to grip at your hip before shifting and delivering a sudden, sharp smack to your ass.

You yelped, flinching away, and the fox-like grin had returned to his face— or perhaps it had never left— except now it carried a darker, more lustful tone that drew you in more than ever before. Your pussy throbbed, and a part of you yearned for a break but from the glint in the villain’s eyes the other part of you knew you weren’t going to get it anytime soon.

“Did you like sucking Minnie’s cock, hm?” the male purred, curving his back and pressing his prominent bulge against you. Your breath caught in your throat, pussy throbbing with a sensation that was somewhere between the ache of arousal and the muddled burn of oversensitivity. “Did you like having his cock in your mouth as you came on mine?”

The hand that had initially tugged your collar slipped its fingers free and they dragged along your skin to grasp around your throat loosely, just enough pressure in place to remind you they were there. Your heart was racing as your head bobbed in a hurried nod. You didn’t know what you looked like, but you felt like a mess. “Y-yes, I did.”

The ashen-haired male seemed pleased with your answer, tugging you forward to capture your lips once more. His kiss was different to his accomplice’s— a deep, molten burn like lava beneath your skin compared to the crackling heat that danced along your spine from Min’s.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred against your mouth, teeth nipping your bottom lip and drawing a whine from you. “Hasn’t she been a good girl, Minnie?”

You had completely forgotten the tangerine-haired male was present until he spoke then, hand coming to drag along the curve of your spine. You shuddered, unable to help the involuntary action. “She has. Do you want to show her what good girls get?”

If possible, V’s grin grew even wider, even more devious. You felt your heart skip a beat or three. “It would be my pleasure.”

The hand around your throat moved to your ass with its twin and suddenly you were being hoisted up, your breath catching in a sharp gasp that melted into a long, low whine as your sensitive core met the heat of his bulge and the resulting friction set your nerves alight. Your legs wrapped around the tall male’s waist, arms still bound above you but with less pressure on them now. The male wasn’t phased at all by your weight, hands cupping your ass and kneading the supple flesh with ease as his eyes bore into yours and sent your heart into a state of disarray.

You felt Min come up behind you in a reversal of their earlier positioning, his hands winding around your waist to rest leisurely atop your belly. Where he touched your skin was alight and you let out a soft noise at the sensation. He allowed his chin to rest on your shoulder, mouth beside you ear as he spoke in that same light, airy tone. You thought that even if he didn't have the power of compulsion, with a voice like that he could still have people bending to his every whim. “Fuck her, V. I want to hear her sweet noises as she cries out again.”

You weren’t sure if Min’s voice had been laced with a command or not, but V was eager to comply nonetheless. He supported your weight with one hand, the other moving to his suit and undoing the necessary parts to free his erection from the tight confines of the material. Finally the last zip dragged open and fabric shifted, and V’s member was springing forth and catching your eye immediately, wrenching a startled gasp from your parted lips. God, he was huge, and instantly you wondered whether he would even fit. Yet, even as alarm filtered through your thoughts, arousal stirred in your abdomen and your hips shifted slightly in anticipation. Your actions elicited a low growl from the male before you as you unwittingly ground against his throbbing length, and a thrill shot up your spine.

There was a chuckle in your ear, the arms looped around your waist winding tighter. “It'll fit, princess,” he murmured an answer to your thoughts so close to your ear that a shiver was traveling down your spine. “Just the thought is making you so wet, isn't it? Such filthy things for a princess to be thinking.”

Heat graced your cheeks once more and in your effort to avert your eyes they were caught in V’s dark gaze. Without faltering, he rolled his hips slightly against you, the friction making you gasp, before he was shifting his hips back and guiding his enlarged member to your entrance. It brushed against your clit, gathering your slick as it dragged down your slit, and your breath hitched in your throat as the flushed, swollen head of his cock began to press into you. He halted before he could move in any further, grinning at the needy whine that fell from your lips.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” his voice was low and thick with desire as he spoke, eyes still trapping yours within their dark, magnetic draw. “You want me to fuck you good, fill you up?”

You couldn't help the moan that rose within your throat at his words or the errant, telling twitch of your hips. “Yes,” you said, voice breathy. Your dignity was thrown out the window with the last of your pride. “P-please, fuck me.”

Pleased with your response, V rolled his hips forward. His length began to ease into you, a sharp burn that melded into a slight ache greeting your senses as your pussy stretched around his impressive girth. A long, keening whine echoed low in your throat as you clenched around him unwittingly, the sudden sensation of your tight, velvety walls squeezing his member more than he could take as he slammed his length the rest of the way in with a sharp groan and an instinctive buck of his hips. Your back arched and you cried out sharply, barely registering the way Min’s fingers dug lightly into the soft flesh of your tummy as he watched his accomplice’s cock disappear into your greedy pussy. The stretch continued to burn slightly, but with each second that passed, filled with uneven breaths from all three of you, the pain faded a little more.

One of the hands pressed to your abdomen shifted along your skin, up over your ribs until a palm was cupping your breast, thumb and forefinger tweaking the hardened peak that sat atop. You gasped a moan, pussy clenching slightly in response, and the pain dissipated to give way for a deep, curling pleasure that warmed your spine at how utterly and completely full you felt. Quickly gathering that you’d had enough time to adjust, V rolled his hips away to snap them back into you with such force you swore you saw stars for a second.

“Fuck!” you whined, head falling back against Min’s shoulder. “Oh my god, V—”

The villain purred as his name fell from your lips, rewarding you with another hard thrust that had heat shooting up your spine and pleasure pooling deep in your abdomen. You were surprised Min had stayed silent this long when he seemed to greatly enjoy giving orders, but couldn’t ponder it for long. V’s fingers dug into your ass, kneading the flesh slightly as he gave another experimental roll of his hips before snapping them back and setting a brutal pace. You could have screamed, and probably would have if the sound didn’t catch in your lungs. Your mind went blank for a moment, nonsensical moans tearing from your throat and if you had even the slightest presence of mind you might have cringed at how utterly needy you sounded. With each hard thrust, each delicious drag of his swollen cock against your fluttering walls, pleasure surged throughout the rest of your body. Your chest bounced, something Min was eagerly admiring by tugging your nipples and watching your breasts move with them.

Your blurry gaze was directed at the ceiling, and only now as one of the villains you’d been fighting all week was pounding into your pussy did you realise that the room you were in was spherical, and the rectangular gap in the ceiling was oddly reminisce of something. It clicked in your mind more suddenly than you could register— the observatory. They’d led you to the observatory on the outskirts of town without you even realising. God, what kind of hero were you that you didn’t even realise where you were until you were being railed by the enemy?

Despite the fact that you weren’t as sensitive as you had been before, your previous orgasms had taken their toll and your core was alight with all the sensations currently being inflicted upon you. It wasn’t taking you long at all for your body to work itself back up, abdomen already beginning to tighten and coil with pressure as more slick gushed forth from your core. Were your mind not currently swimming in a haze of arousal and desire, you might have blushed at the lewd, wet sounds that echoed in the air with each powerful thrust of V’s length into your slick core.

“Does it feel good, princess?” a low, throaty murmur sounded against your ear and caused your stomach to flip. At his words your eyes fell back down from the ceiling and caught V’s own. “Do you like how his cock feels as it fills your pussy up?”

You were nodding in response before you even processed the question, mouth hanging open slightly. V’s grip on your ass shifted, and so with it did the position of your hips. The new angle meant that his length was reaching new depths within you, hitting new spots, and the sudden spark of pleasure was so intense it rendered your mind blank for a second. A loud, keening whine broke from your throat, spine arching, and Min’s hand that had remained on your stomach now moved up to cup your chin. his fingers pressed against your lips, slipping into your mouth with ease and you moaned as you sucked his digits lightly, tongue laving. You heard the breathless moan that caught in Min’s throat at the action, but he was not one to be distracted. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, sufficiently wet, he moved them down to your core and you squeaked as he bypassed your clit after a fleeting rub or the sensitive nub and two of his fingers pressed lower against your entrance. V continued to thrust into you, unphased and even a little breathless at the sight as Min gathered your essence on his digits and began to slowly press one in alongside V’s cock.

The two of you moaned, V’s hips stuttering in their motion momentarily before resuming with more fervour than before. You could hardly catch your breath, the sensation of being stretched further and the light burn it caused mixed with the heady, addictive pleasure of V’s length as it dragged along your walls and hit places within you just right was almost too much. The coil within you wound tighter and tighter, and as Min began fucking into you alongside V’s length, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot once more, you shot closer to the edge once more.

“F-fuck, gonna— I’m gonna cum—” you whimpered, head rolling back once more and eyes cinching shut. Another thrust and you were teetering on the edge, just another curl of Min’s fingers away from your third orgasm—

“Don’t you dare cum again yet, princess,” his tone was firm and unforgiving, voice laced with a command that your body couldn’t resist. He curled his fingers once more and pleasure rolled over you that should have tipped you from the edge, yet you remained firmly on the edge. A strangled noise built in the back of your throat, eyes fluttering open. No, he didn’t just say that— he had to let you cum, you didn’t think you could bare it if your orgasm was held just out of reach like that, especially when you were so sensitive. Min’s voice sounded once more and your stomach sank to the floor in a sick combination of exhilarating anticipation and dread. “V, fuck her good and hard, so she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want to hear her scream.”

V didn’t need to be commanded to obey, already there and increasing his pace brutally to one that had your head spinning and pleasure burning along your limbs, chest and face flushing. You were sure his hips were going to bruise your thighs and ass, fingers digging in deliciously to the supple flesh of your behind. You whined as each thrust caused more pleasure to flood your system yet you couldn’t cross that line, couldn’t tip over the edge like every cell in your body screamed to.

You were almost incoherent, whining loudly and a sound almost like a sob sounding at the end of your words. “N-no please, please let me cum— I c-ah!— I can’t—”

Min hummed against your ear, pleased with your reactions, drinking in the noises spilling from your kiss-swollen lips. “Louder, princess. I want the whole city to hear your cries.”

V continued pounding into you mercilessly, strokes beginning to grow slightly uneven, and you were drowning into so much pleasure it was beginning to meld into a numbness that bordered on painful. Tears budded in your eyes, the urge for release so strong in you that having it withheld from you like this meant that you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Against your will, your cries echoed louder, sobs building in your chest as the sensation increased and tears began to drop down your cheeks.

“P-please let me cum!” you cried, back arching as you struggled to shirk the feelings. “Please, please, p-please I need to cum, I can’t—”

Min hummed, satisfied by the volume of your whines and screams, and spoke up just as V was beginning to lose control himself. “V, stop.”

Obediently, the ashen-haired male’s hips slowed to a halt and you struggled to regain your breath, chest heaving slightly. Min turned his head, lips pressing against your neck as you took a breather, V doing the same as he attempted to get his own breathing under control. With each moment that passed by, you fell back a little further from the edge that had tormented you so, and while you mourned the loss of the orgasm you could have had, you were glad that you were no longer experiencing that sensation.

After a few more moments the urge to shift away disappeared and your pussy was left throbbing for more once more, aching deliciously with its intrusions and in your yearning for friction your hips wriggled slightly. The movement didn’t go unnoticed.

“Such a greedy girl,” Min groaned as you clenched around his fingers and V’s member, the latter letting out a sharp exhale and a shuddering moan. “You want to cum again that badly, so soon?”

You couldn’t will yourself to speak, the slightest traces of shame causing your cheeks to flush with heat. You didn’t need to, however, as V’s eyes watched your expression the entire time. He rolled his hips experimentally and at your sharp moan donned a devilish grin. “I think she does. Look how needy she is— her pussy is already stretched around my cock but she still wants more.”

Your heart skipped a beat, Min’s response eliciting a thrill deep in your abdomen. He spoke directly to you, fingers curling slightly within you once more. You whined and he basked in the noise before allowing his words to slip forth, “Since you’re such a greedy girl, perhaps we should give you some more, hm? V, pull her closer to you.”

You were tugged forward by your collar as one of V’s hands left your ass and moved to grasp the metallic accessory, before moving to your back to hold you in place against him. Your thighs clenched around his waist and his breath hitched, hand smacking your ass and eliciting another yelp.

Min’s hands left your body, slipping from your core with a wet squelch that had heat burning across your cheekbones, and slid down your back slowly until he too reached your ass. Mind still hazy with the carryover lust from the past hour or so, you didn’t realise exactly what he had planned until you felt the head of his member pressing against your entrance where V’s own length was currently buried. At once you were flooded with sense of alarm and an undeniable amount of arousal— god, they were going to split you in half. Sure, you’d taken some wild toys in your encounters with Tempest and even beforehand, but you’d never gone double. Shamefully, the idea turned you on more than it concerned you, and from the chuckle that echoed behind you, you knew Min had heard that thought too.

He soothed you with a firm rub of your ass and a kiss to your neck. “Don’t worry, princess. We’ll make sure you feel good.”

You caught V nodding in affirmation and took a shuddering breath, allowing your body to relax in V’s inhumanly strong hold. Pleased at the development, Min pressed another soft kiss to your neck before he was pulling back and grasping your hips to brace the both of you. V tugged you back just enough that your face was before his, and just as the shorter male began to press into you captured your lips with his own. The kiss was enough to distract you for the most part, the addictive flavour that greeted your tastebuds as his tongue pressed past your lips and swept over your own enough to warrant a moan as you shifted your upper body closer to him as well as you could.

As Min’s bulbous head began to push into your throbbing pussy alongside the taller male’s cock, you couldn't help but whimper at the burn. The tangerine-haired male’s dick had been thicker than V’s, and you were definitely feeling it now as it eased into you, aided greatly by the copious amounts of slick still gushing from your core. You broke from V’s lips to allow your forehead to fall onto his shoulder. It didn’t take Min long until he was completely inside you, his pelvic bone meeting your ass, and when he came to a stop and your walls fluttered around the intrusions on reflex all three of you moaned. The burn began to fade, and you moaned as you shifted your hips slightly and felt how completely, absolutely full you were. Briefly, you had an image of both of them spilling their cum inside you, filling you even more and stuffing you so full that it overflowed and leaked out of your abused hole afterwards. You quickly tried to squash this thought before Min saw it, but the sharp inhale from behind you told you that you were too late.

“Fuck,” he cursed, voice hoarse as his hips twitched and he struggled to control himself. “You’re filthy, Spark. You really want that, hm, princess? You want us both to fuck you so full of our cum you’re ready to burst? So full it’ll leak out all over that pretty little suit of yours afterwards?”

V choked on a moan at the male’s words, fingers tightening in their hold on your ass as you whined in embarrassment. Min didn’t even bother waiting for a response.

“That can easily be arranged,” he breathed, rolling his hips back and pulling his length from your tight, velvety depths. Both you and V moaned as his cock dragged firmly against your walls and his member. “Hold onto V, princess.”

You obeyed, and it was a good thing you did as right after her spoke Min snapped his hips and his length slammed back into you, causing a strong wave of pleasure to wash over you, heat tingling over your limbs. You cried out loudly, cursing, and V joined you as he struggled to regain his bearings with the new sensation. It didn’t take him long to recover, however, and soon the two of them had set a pace as they alternated fucking into you powerfully. Your whole body moved with the force of their brutal thrusts, whines and moans flowing constantly from your throat— you couldn’t have stopped them even if you tried. It was so much, so so much more than you were used to, and your head was positively swimming in the sheer arousal, desire, and pure, unadulterated pleasure drowning your senses.

Your fingers struggled to clutch the rope above them, limbs quivering as the tension in your abdomen that had dissipated before quickly returned and the flames of desire were quickly rekindled. They continued pounding into you at that same brutal pace and you were drowning in the feel of them, never having been so absent yet present in the moment before. You were rapidly approaching the edge of the orgasm you’d been denied before, and judging by the noises and stuttering thrusts of the two males either side of you, they were too.

“F-fuck, V…” you moaned loudly as their thrusts pressed against a particularly deep part of you. A shriek escaped you as Min’s hand moved and pinched your nipple harshly. “Fuck, Min!”

V’s low tone greeted your ears once more, breath shallow and voice thick with desire. “Does it feel good, sweetheart? Do you like your pussy getting fucked full by both of our cocks?”

You moaned, “Yes, yes— fuck, it feels so good! P-please don’t stop!”

V groaned against your neck, fingers digging harder into your flesh as his strokes faltered slightly. You were getting close, so close, your previous denial meaning you were climbing faster than ever before. It wasn’t long before you were looming on the precipice of a release you knew was going to hit you hard, and the person to push you off was Min.

His hand moved from your breast, fingers releasing your abused nipple to trail down your body and over your core. Fingertips brushed your clit, and then firm circles were being rubbed over the sensitive nub, slickened by your copious juices, and it was more than you could take. The pressure within you snapped and with a scream you were cumming hard, pussy clenching around the two cocks currently ploughing into you as your vision sparked white and pleasure washed over you in a large, tingling tidal wave. The two males groan as you tightened impossibly around them, the feeling of your velvety walls hugging their members so nicely enough to send them to join you over the edge. Loud groans and moans echoed in the large observatory as they came, spilling their release inside you. It splashed hotly against your walls, filling you up just as you imagined, and you moaned loudly at the feeling.

It took a while for you to come down, your head laying limp against V’s shoulder as you struggled to return to the ground and the present moment. Min was the first to move, shifting and allowing his softening member to slip from your hole. Immediately some of your mixed release gushed forth, dripping down your ass and onto the floor and you moaned softly, tiredly. Exhaustion was beginning to settle in your limbs, and you almost didn’t notice as there was more movement behind you, above you, and suddenly your arms were freed from their binds. They fell slack against V, the male letting out a soft chuckle.

“V, do you want to bring her over here? We’ll get her cleaned up then we can sleep.”

You were coherent enough that you noticed the subtle shift in Min’s wording, and had just enough presence of mind to realise that he’d worded it that way so it wasn’t a direct command— so he wasn’t controlling V when he didn’t need to be, and the ashen-haired male still retained a hold of his free will. The male now cradling you in his arms shifted, slipping his own length from you and quickly moving so you were held horizontally in his arms.

You were too tired to argue, but not too tired to query his actions. “What are you doing?”

The return of the male’s fox-like grin was almost comforting as he flashed it your way. You felt him walking over to, presumably, wherever Min was standing.

“We don’t think you’re in any condition to go home,” he said, amusement creeping into his tone. “Besides, we’re thorough, we think ahead. We prepared this place long before we managed to lure you here. There’s a bed.”

You smiled humorously, “You expect me to share my bed with two villains?”

The male sent you a look. “Considering what we just did, I don’t think you have much grounds for protest. Besides, this warrants a truce until at least Tuesday.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle tiredly at that, allowing him to lay you down on plush bedding to the side of the observatory. “True. I guess I can bare it for just one night.”

Min appeared at your side with a damn cloth and approached you with a sweet, sheepish smile you hadn’t before had the pleasure of seeing on his face. “Good, because I really don’t feel like helping you hobble back to wherever you live.”

You rolled your eyes, helping the tangerine-haired male as he cleaned you up, and eventually settled down on the bedding, exhaustion taking a firm hold of you once more. With your cuffs and the collar they’d placed around your neck removed, you were safely ensconced in the reassuring, humming warmth of your powers once more.

As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but think how strange it was that despite sharing your bed with a villain on numerous occasions, this would be the first time you’d stayed to sleep with them. When you felt the male who’d plopped down beside you earlier and immediately started snoring, V, roll over in his sleep and slip his arm around you like you were a stuffed toy of sorts, you admitted, just to yourself...

This was something you could get used to.

x x x x x x x

Sunshine was something he’d always had a love-hate relationship with. The way it illuminated the world, basked everything in a warm, golden glow that spoke of summer and carefree times spent in the company of loved ones— that was something he liked. But the burn, the sensation of feeling too close to the sun when he stepped outside for air and instead only felt more suffocated than before by the stifling heat and overwhelming presence of the sun… that was something he didn’t like. He found it peculiar, therefore, that he was always likened to the sun. Sunshiney… he supposed, in this persona, that was a word that described him. His mother knew him better than any, he supposed, perhaps even better than himself. Yet, even she had no clue that her own sun harboured not only the golden glow of summer inside him, but also the overpowering burn of midday. He didn’t know if anyone would ever know.

He had wondered whether taking this trip was a good idea— he’d done it to clear his head, refresh his perspective, among other things. But instead, as he probably could have predicted, instead of being forced out of his own head, he was now deeper inside it than he had been before. It was always too quiet when he came here; he should have known his burning thoughts would be too loud for the timid breeze and soft grass that surrounded this place.

Hoseok blinked, coming suddenly back to the present moment when sunlight filtered through the window and glinted off a steel utensil at just the right angle to land a glaringly bright light in his eye. He leaned away in distaste, taking a generous bite of his croissant. It had cooled significantly in the time he’d spent zoning out, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Perhaps he should have woken earlier for his breakfast, when the sunlight wasn’t quite so bold.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a sudden ding! from his side, gaze flicking to the device that had lit up accordingly. A message, he noticed, slightly curious as to who it could possibly be. A small bit of hope sparked within him at the thought that it could be a certain someone— he’d only dispensed this number to a handful of people, and she was one of them. He’d gone most of the week without a peep, but put it down to her pride— she had an unfailing abundance, and he’d honestly thought she’d go the whole time he was away without contacting him first. At the possibility that he was wrong, that she was seeking him out first, he almost felt positively gleeful. He couldn’t even bring himself to squash this current train of thought— it was exactly what he’d come here to escape.

Pretending he wasn’t as eager as he really was, he casually unlocked the phone, flicking open the messaging app. To his disappointment, it wasn’t a message from her, but from a number he hadn’t cared about enough to save.

From: xx x xxxx xx xx x xxxx xx sent a video file, ff_at_dusk.mp4. Would you like to open?

Hoseok had always been too curious for his own good, and this proved to be true even now. He tapped ‘open’ without thinking, watching as the loading screen popped up and the video was rendered before it began to play. He froze, eyes trapped on the screen.

His croissant dropped to the floor, landing in the sunlight.

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merlinthoughts · 7 years ago

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Season 1 Episode 2 - Valiant

- ik for a fact that this one is the episode with the asshhoole. not bc i recognised it from the title but perhaps it was because i recognised it from the title u got me there

- i always go to mr clean too when i want protection, val, ur not alone

- yeah, this is harry potter l ma o

- the next thing u know theres a stone that makes arthur live forever and the snakes start joining into one and growing bigger until a phoenix (im dibbing on kilgie here), pops their corneas out

- DAMN DON'T KILL UR DEALER WHERE U GONNA GET THE NEW SHIT FROM NEXT TIME SMH VALIANT

- okay but who names their son valiant

- he was probably named valerie and didnt like it so he said “woah imma be valiant like courage, thats sick”

- that was probably his superhero persona as a child ngl

- no, shev, no respect for val stop doing this

- merlin in armour, what a fucking bLESiSNG GIVING ME THIS RIGHT ON THE SPOT BBC KNOWS WHATS GOOD

- ok a y but hear me out, merlins a servant. i have not seen any of these servants been asked to train with the royals??? like in the sense where it helps the servant train as well?? and the FIRST thing arthur does with merlin as his servant is train with him. not only is arthur a huge JOCK, he’s not using his manservant properly

- neverfuckingmind “most servants collapse after the first blow”, so it seems to be arthur likes to train with his servants. now that in itself is a question to be asked, but is he the only royal who trains with his servants??? how did this man survive on his own without a personal servant until merlin??? did he have a personal servant??? was it just regular servants?? who are those other servants he trained with??? did arthur just say hey lets go to the field in the morning, put on armour and let’s have a fun time?? UNLESS merlin literally just took someones job away from them kmao

- also my mind went right to the gutter guys, ngl, it sounded like an innuendo. it had me quaking i wish i was one of those servants

- “we all have our duties, even arthur” “it must be so tough for him, all the *hesitates* girl, all the glory”

- so we probably get at least 1 out of every 2 episodes where there’s a scene with merlin dressing arthur in his armour. bring the popcorn, lads.

- MORGANA LOOKING LIKE A FRICKEN SNACK

- the reigning champion is arthur, wonder fucking w h y

- valiant is in fucking mustard, while arthur is fucking ketchup idk why i thought of that but it happened. my literature teacher always told me to look for symbolisms. guess we found one guys.

- merlin after hating on arthur for the past episode is literally just cheering arthur on like a good husband he is

- did ARTHUR JUST SNICKER AT MERLINS “CREEP” LMAO DON'T TRY AND HIDE IT BY HUFFING AT HIM AFTERWARDS YOU FUCKING GOOF

- omg he hid it by telling merlin to do a full novel of chores

- AND MERLIN DOES IT WITH MAGIC A PAIR OF GOOFS

- “are you using magic again” “no” merlin ffs he just saw you use magic, while the items fell and landed right in front of him while you didn’t move at aLL. they are nOT BLIND

- “very aggressive style” I MEAN SURE UTHER

- valerie be fuckboying morgana lmao with a “i saw you watching” and a, “then i will give everything to win the tournament”

- i wish this show was set in the early 2000s so i can see val in low sweatpants, a backwards cap with gelled spiky hair and cheap neon sunglasses (maybe even some gold teeth just for kicks), while hes trying to rap 50 cents or make a mixtape of brit pop songs. bc yes.

- honestly im loving my 2000 fuckboy au. gonna make an ao3 after this.

- of course merlin would be the one to find out the magic shit in valiants room, it just lures him. AND OF COURSE VALIANT IS THERE

- i'm so fucking glad arthur looks confused as to how merlin did what he asked. when u have this kind of hubby, arthur, its amazing what things he can do.

- i dont know why theres dramatic music as merlin put armour on arthur but im living for it

- “is it my imagination or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?” merlin doesn't know what to say to that bc he’s turning gay and doesn't know if that counts as enjoying oneself when the one you are gay for is the asshole prince

- typically enough, valiant and arthur never fight except for the finale. like with all conveniences in place, youd expect them to have at least fought at some point with as much knights as there to determine the final two but no, just the finale. k.

- this poor fucking purple knighted bloke didn’t need to be fucking demonstrated on, val. like you didn't need to kill him?? that could have blown ur cover

- DID NOBODY SEE THAT??? DID NOBODY SEE THE FUCKING SNAKES???

- oooh merlin found out what happened everyone gonna be fucked. nobody harms arthur is he has something to say about it

- if someone starts off a sentence with “i just saw someones snakes on their shield come alive” nobody would fucking believe you, merls. but given the fact that magic exist… mhh maybe it wouldn’t be too absurd. but ppl apparently are thick as hell

- “why were you in his chambers” well i know how id explain if i was in valiants chambers ;)

- jk i dont fall for this toxic shit

- imagine getting paid as an actor just just lie down there like this poisoned kid. “yeah, id like to audition for ewan’s role???” “why are you lying on the ground?”

- i hate those tropes where it's like “i know how to tell someones bad, here’s proof” and then nobody believes you and tells you you’re lying and should die or whatever but then you kNOW IT'S THE FUCKIN TRUTH BITCH that trope gives me damn anxiety >:((

- yes merlin, fucking slash the shield with your sword. i'm sure that's how it works. im sure it will kill the snakes.

- HOWA RE THE SNAKES ALIVE WITHOUT VAL SAYING “ISHNAHASHAHI”

- i think val would know that you cut off the snake’s head, merls, just saying. ur were the oNLY ONE.

- TELL ARTHUR WHAT??? “I CUT A SNAKE”

- EXACLTY ONG THAT'S WHAT MERLIN FUCKING SAID I WAS RIGHT LMAO

- ARTHUR BELEIVED HIM I'M FUCKING LIVING BUT IK WHAT HAPPENS AND AHH

- uhhh the anxiety is rolling up boys

- ewan is mcfuckingdead

- snake be sliding in like a hoe on a business

- bfehfjdjfskf i hate this part

- arthur's pride, merlin’s pride, fuck me

- i'm not even gonna write this part, it breaks my fragile heart when arthur sees the look of people not believing him, especially his dad, and merlin seeing how arthur doesn't trust him anymore like prepare the eulogies girlies

- okay but if arthur is struck and gaius has the antidote?? arthur aint gonna die technically

- but now val knows merlin knows

- AND MERLIN INTERVENES

- why are royals so bitchy towards servants. like they do their best to help you??? they are loyal to you and are paid there to serve you and are often very kind, generous, passive, understanding people??? yet merlin interrupts uther and he fucking sends him to the pit

- VAL YOU ASS LMAO DON'T HURT MY SON’S PRIDE

- he said allegations like four times, yes uther we know ur vocab is shining with intellect but seriously, there’s other synonyms that could still be acceptable and still sound fancy

- quick search on google bc my mind doesnt roll fast enough: claim, assertion, charge, accusation, declaration, statement, contention, deposition, argument, affirmation. see daddy uther, not hard to look up.

- forget they didnt have internet whoopsies

- :((( arthur doesn't trust merlin anymore

- the husbands FIGHT

- not just a banter petty fight, this is a huge fight

- SACKING MERLIN DON'T FUCKING SACK MERLIN YOU GOOF

- TRUST UR HUBBY

- FUCK

- I'M GONNA CRY AND IT'S ONLY EPISODE TWO

- I'M HAVING EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS CONCERNING MY TWO BOYS

- GUYS IM NOT OKAy

- its been 2 minutes after i wrote that last sentence, and i am now okay

- “a half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole” iconic as hell. so many things could be said about that quote. either for innuendo purposes, love purposes, destiny purposes, how long it took me to say it right, just so many purposes man. it’s just iconic.

- merlin looks absolutely done with kilgaharama’s shit

- “just give me a straight answer” seems like kilgarass here is being too gay for merlin

- gwen already knows merlin’s the heroin of the series, saying everyone knows it's merlin who will save the day. but same tbh

- i dunno if this is like me or not but it says her nickname is gwyn in the subtitles but im typing it as gwen which i thought was how u wrote it, even if her full name is gwynevere but like gwen has a ring to it while gwyn sounds like gwin or smth and i dunno which one is right so ill just leave it alone ahjsjfk

- MORGANA HAS VISIONS WE ALREADY KNOW WHERE THIS GOES SHES MAGIC ISNT SHE HAHAHAHAUHD

- merlin trying one last time to convince his husband not to die, but at least this time arthur knows he’s up for val’s magic and is like “k iloveyou but i have to do this for the country not just bc of pride and thinking val is not magic”

- staring into the fire like he’s hoping it would suck him up into the void, not only is merlin a now confirmed emo, so is fucking arthur it seems. perfect for one another i'm telling you

- eerie music as morgana enters… wha suddenly i can't read

- i thought at first morgana and arthur were gonna end up together cause of the fucking weird tension going on and i was prepared to be disfuckinggusted but no! the show and producers actually put my expectations away and helped me see that it wasn’t going in that direction! thank fucking god!

- k but arthur looks majestic in his gear im just a huge bi

- “don’t go into my room” he says then gaius peaks in and almost gets mauled by a large chihuahua

- me too val, id step on someone's toes then fuck them up with an undercut. thats the bad bitch way to go. unless it for arthur, then val hahaha you can go fuck yourself

- no one sees mErLin??

- but they now see the snakes smh fakes

- “what are you doing? i didn't summon you” i don't think that will work val cause you didn't say it with a serpent tongue, it has to sound more like “shhashhwhat ahhssare hiisssyou iisshhaadoing?”

- okay but i thought arthur was impaled for a half second until he started to talk then i screamed that he was aight and he would now believe merlin

- uther better give merlin an apology

- arthur just said he wouldnt

- but still uther BETTER APOLOGISE TO FUCKING MERLIN

- “yknow i wish valiant was escorting me” “me too” i thought for a fricken moment arthur wished valiant would have escorted HIM. i'm dying.OMG

- “i wanted to say i made a mistake. it was unfair to sack you.” “don’t worry about it. buy me a drink and we’ll call it even.” DID YOU JUST SAY WHAT I THINK YOU JUST SAID MERLIN YOU SLY DOG OMG

- “i can’t really be seen to be buying drinks for my servant.” so if he wasn’t ur servant?? you’d say yes?? they are so fucking gay i can't anymore

- yeah, i literally fucking can't

#merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #s1 #this is early bc well it was already written #peeps up for the next one boys #tho its not done #expect it in a few days oop #s1.2

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survivor-mountmerapi · 4 years ago

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Ep. 9&10: “I’m just--------peeing quite frankly” - Madi

Steven

Was I entertained by this tribal and Julia playing her idol? Yes I very much was. Was I about to simultaneously puke and cry at the same time? Yes. Yes I was. Can this game have one single ounce of something that wont make me go into tears.

Anastasia

We are so dumb and stupid and dumb and stupid. I dont know why we would all vote for one person?? ESPEVIALLU if the person knows they are going and especially if that person is julia and shes already rlly good at lying. we were all blinded by our mutual force to get her out and we didnt think it out heck frick. sorry moth this is so unfair. moth was trying to get julia out the most bcs julia targetted moth last season. why julia has a thing against moth in this game? i dont know!! anyway we have to get that girl out next round and we will split vote pls it has to happen we cant give up she has to go

Madi

im just--------peeing quite frankly

go off julia, you did that, props to you

Raffy

Julia playing that idol is the best and most iconic play in this game thus far. The dramatics of the fight to ensure that all the votes landed on her? Keeping the people who she knew would get skittish and snake-ish so she has a higher chance of staying next round? Literally, this all works in her favor. To be honest, I don't even want Julia gone at this point. I want someone like Ginnifer or Rachel gone for future security. Sure Julia will eventually snake me, but keep your enemies close and all that.

Ginnifer admitted ON CALL that she almost voted for Steven WHEN STEVEN WAS THERE. She also wanted an alliance with Julia, Madi, Steven, and I in the same call! Then, DeNara gets on call and Ginnifer ADMITS to wanting to create an alliance without her. I'm just kind of shook. Why would I want to work with Ginnifer anyways if she's been targeting me since the swap? There's no reason to other than being chaotic. Then, Julia transitions to pitching with working with her! And Madi is calling her out! This after-tribal call is a mess. But, now the target is fully off of me. Mwahahaha. These people???

Ginny

Moth was idoled out yikes but I tried to make a new alliance but it failed

Steven

Im trying to figure out what Ginny's logic is. First you say that you wanna target all the winners cause we are the biggest threats in the game. Then you tell me TO MY FACE after a wild tribal that you almost voted for me to leave tonight. Even after all that you then turn around and try to align yourself with the winners that you were just targeting to spice it up???????? Im sorry but Im not following this.

Julia

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AxVD3qWAkVmL_7fWiHERvNIg9VkKFS1W/view?usp=drivesdk

Raffy

According to DeNara, Elle wants to create an alliance with DeNara, Steven, and I. This could be a good back up alliance for the time being. Additionally, it gives us more numbers on our side if we ever need to turn on Gian and Madi. However, I don't want to do that anytime soon. They are great allies to have. Plus, they are able to think and are going after Julia. So, it should all work in my favor. I love being able to slip by each tribal with my target not being shot. I am thinking of throwing this challenge so Ginny can get the yeet though.

Madi

hi its madi and im being messy did I just text DeNara and ask her to be in a tighter alliance with me bc its gonna get to the point where the winners have to go? have I been reinforcing since the merge to anastasia that we are working together and that shes my partner in this game? did I just say “partner to partner” to anastasia that we should start an all girls alliance? did I also ask denara? me, denara, anastasia, rachel, and elle? rachel wont talk to me tho:( bc I “lied” so thats a speed bump denara also thinks she is the only one I told ab this and when I asked if we should tell anastasia she said that anastasia is a “blabber mouth” so “not yet”??????? am I fucking up my game? idkkk come back tomorrow thank the lords I have an idol if this blows up in my face???

DeNara

That awkward moment when you don't remember what your confessionals say anymore and you are repeating yourself a lot lol

Steven

https://youtu.be/2NGxkNjrGdk

DeNara

Soooo after Moth got voted out and Ginnifer decided to go a little crazy and try and make new alliances without us, Elle and I have decided to jump ship on the Lucky Charms alliance. She suggested talking to Steven and Raffy which was a great idea. I talked to them and they said they would be down with that so we are going to make a new alliance when Elle brings it up.

TEA. Steven and Raffy want to stick with our alliance of 5 with Madi and Gian because they trust them but Madi messaged me today saying she wanted to make a tighter alliance with me so we can eventually take out the winners. I am not sure if I should tell Steven and Raffy this or not yet, as it could end up worse for me if I do....

DeNara

You know, I should give myself more credit in this game. I have played the middle so well this season so far. I have an alliance with literally everyone in this game except Julia and Anastasia and Anastasia tells me things when I ask her lol I think I can do well in this game if I play my cards right.

DeNara

Oooooh so I made an alliance chat with Raffy, Steven and Elle. Sounds like we are gonna try and get Ginnifer out before Julia now. I did tell Julia I would try and spare her a round since she didn't vote me out o.O

Elle

✨A New Alliance Has Been Formed✨Me, DeNara, Steven, and Raffy ^_^ Which is great bc I trust DeNara, and I feel really good about Steven and Raf (I don't think?? they would betray us 😂but I am not sure of anything anymore lol ahhhh the post merge paranoia is real) I also feel really good about this challenge. I get to work on my layout designs for the magazine me and Madi are working on which is great! I don't know why I always worm in something I want to be practicing into these challenges lol, probs bc I'm prone to being like "I'll get right on that!" and then... not 😂 so the challenges are good excuses. I also would have Loved to make a tarot deck like the example ugh that seems so cool 😭

DeNara

So I told Raffy and Steven about Madi bringing up a potential tighter alliance and I regret it. I feel like that was something I should have kept to myself Stevenhttps://youtu.be/dWdKo0iuaV4

Raffy

DeNara created an alliance with Elle, Steven, and I. Steven and DeNara still don't want to tell Gian and Madi about it. Ok I guess. If they find out though, I am throwing DeNara under that bus so fast. Secondly, it seems Elle wants to target Ginnifer as well this round. I love ur impact. Now, we just need two more votes. One of them being Julia. The others possibly Gian and Madi if I can convince them. Rachel and Anatasia would probably still target Julia. I am trying to not obviously throw this challenge.

Gian

The way I ate Steven up on this lip sync. It was so fun to do! Im really happy we did this challenge :)

Elle

The judges are judging🎶 (to the tune of "The Lady's Improving" from The Prom) Anyway, I just want to preface that the first ad was supposed to be the only like, purposefully kinda bad layout in the magazine 😂 I was low on time and I regretted the color palette, it was way too saturated but Madi and I had agreed on it and I didn't want to be more annoying than I was already being about the magazine 😅. Also, I need to remember people read these afterward 😂 I'm incredibly bad at not just spewing whatever is in my mind sometimes, I feel like I might've overshared a couple of times but it happens! This probably counts as oversharing bc it's not about gameplay... yes okay back on topic I hope we win, if we don't I'll be okay I'll just be ticked at myself for staying up past 2AM but realistically if I didn't hyperfocus on that it'd be something else 🤷🏽‍♀️ atleast this was productive, I got to work on layouts a little (I mean technically I got quite a few layouts but so many are baddd 😭😭😭 like if a professor saw some of these they'd faint and then kick me out of graphic design lmao). But the point wasn't for it to be professional, so it's okay!!!!! I'm telling myself that so I don't go back and fix everything lol.

Raffy

The plan as of right now is to target both Ginnifer and Julia. Personally, I want Ginnifer out because she has been a very chaotic mess since the merge started. I would rather want that gone now rather than later when we no longer have the chance. I made the plan to split the vote 4-4 against Ginnifer and Julia. DeNara, Steven, Elle, and I (the secret alliance hidden from Gian's and Madi's view) will vote for Ginnifer. Gian and Madi know about this. They, along with Anastasia and Rachel, will vote for Julia. So, it should not matter who either of them vote for. However, it would be nice if they could vote each other. This plan does come with its risks though. I am willing to take those risks. And, if I get a bad smell, I will use my SWP to get out of the sticky situation.

DeNara

Well. Today is tribal day. I have been feeling worn down so much the past couple days and part of me just wants to be carried by others for a while. On the other hand, part of me feels like it might be time to make a big move soon because that is how you win. If Julia is still here after the vote tonight, then I feel like I just need to team up with her because clearly she needs to be blindsided. The lack of chatter has me worried.....like why is nobody talking??? Is it because they have all teamed up and are plotting against one of my alliances, or are they just tired and busy like me? I am not sure... I am suspicious that Julia hasn't really been talking. I know she said she had personal stuff going on but who knows if that is all of it, or just part of it. I am feeling the desire to flip on my alliance soon. Idk if I will because I feel tight with Steven and he plays loyal, but if I told him about Madi wanting to flip on the winners soon I may be able to do something... I kind of want to start actually lying to people, like... full blown lies... muahahaha! We shall see what happens if I am not blindsided tonight.

Raffy

DeNara is so paranoid. This is what she told me: "I am pretty nervous about Julia teaming up with some ppl and making a play tonight. Should we come up with some crazy lie just to scare her? I am not sure what we could say, but I am feeling nervous about her?" Like, do you want to become the target? Doing that is a surefire way of becoming one. Everyone is BUSY. They're DOING things. The situation only becomes dire later on in the day. There's no reason to be doing all this when there is still time to discuss tribal. I might just dip because I am not going to get punished for DeNara being paranoid. Like, if Julia wanted to target us, she would have already done so. DeNara is just... very taxing to work with because she thinks that everyone is against her. I feel like I needed to talk her down from making a move that would have certainly gotten her voted out.

Ginny

Ohhh girl I’m scared tonight I better not get blindsided because Lordy I got it when moth left and I wasn’t prepared whooo Jesus

DeNara

So I have been talking to Elle a bunch and someone told her about the split vote between Ginny and Julia. I am trying to play as though she is the one giving me this information, even though I helped plan it. I actually am feeling really close with Elle and hoping I can get far with her. I might make her my real number one with Steven. I like Steven a lot but I am worried he won't turn on Raffy when it is time. Raffy keeps getting a little frustrtaed with how hard I am trying to play this game (which is fair) so he may have to go after Julia and Ginny. I am getting concerned about these newbies though. We should take one of them out soon to even out the numbers. Also, I have been trying to get idol hunt information from as many people as I can and I remembered that Gian got an advantage during a game, so I am trying to get him to tell me what number it was since he didn't add it to our group chart

Anastasia

Me and Julia were paired together for the challenge. Since we're trying to get that girl out I didn't want to win. I was a little worried that somehow ours would win but we got second to last. Julia was sadly going through stuff in real life and struggled. It's good for me but I sympathize with her.. Anyway Julia is out of here tonight.

Julia

Ok so last tribal was so sexy the looks on everyone’s faces are now burned into my brain

Julia

I’m really hoping it’s Ginny tonight. I’m going to try to pull out some shit and hope and pray put nothings in my hands tonight

Rachel

i am so happy to be playing with such nice people. i really do be getting in my own head sometimes, but it is so nice to be reassured that i am playing a fun game and no one feels ill will towards me in anyway. i feel awesome to be supported by this group. i had a tragic event happen in my life this week, but plan to move forward and try to have the most fun while playing in his honor.

Julia

I’m at tribal right now and I feel like I’m going to puke. It’s definitely me. It’s been a ride friends. Julia out

Madi

So I got immunity, Julia went home. Sad but necessary. I really respect her as a player and would love to work with her sometime but just not this game. Also kinda annoyed that raffy called me out at tribal during the revote..... like yeah I came up with the revote but why call my name out for it???? like what is the deal with that. He is my next target tho so like hehehehe raffy its time to go. I am thinking we convince him ginny is going home and blindside him instead??? idk just thoughts

goodnight!

DeNara

So we just voted Julia out and I am actually sad about it. I am glad the threat is gone, but she was fun for sure. Now my alliance of 5 is standing strong, if I stay loyal...

Raffy

R.I.P. Julia, Queen of the Idol. The plan went off without a hitch which is pretty boring, but it means I have a lot of control in this game. I am excited for Touchy Subjects as it will be a very revealing challenge. If I had my choice, a newbie or Ginnifer would get voted out next.

Gian

My game is borderline UTR/Goat at this point and idk if that’s something I’d want to change lol. I’ve been feeling lazy >-<

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Yo! Do you guys have any headcanons pertaining to Wingtalia? Can be headcanons about whatever characters you want, I just really want Wingtalia. Please and thank you!

Alright! I can offer that, to be specific I will go, for the first moment, go with Alfred and Matthew on that one!I imagined the two to be Harpies form the start, so obviously wings included. - Technically, they are half angel, though the other half of their parents didnt gave them complete wings, and bound the feathers to their arms instead to make them Harpies. - Alfred is a… very active fella. He could never stand to stay at home, and went out to explore all over the world early. The flying made it, obviously, easier on him. - Though, to be quite honest, he is not that good at flying. It is a bit more unelegant and more just… staying above. - Where his nest-staying brother is actually the better one at flying out of the two. Fast, elegant, and can even fly quickly in the woods without any issue. - As for their jobs as harpies, to bring the souls of the deceased to the underworld… - Alfred does not do his job. He dislikes it a lot. - Where as Matthew looks more out for his duty, even though he dislikes it. - Where he is bad at flying though, he is fast on the ground. Matthew indes is rather clumsy when not in the air. - Alfred has light blue wings, a bit short on his arms but good enough to get up into the air. - Matthews are white, nearly transparent even, and larger then the ones of his brother. Not as soft though. The two grew up seperated, and Alfred went out for once to find his true family. When he found Matthew, he also found another winged friend his brother had made. - Juan (Cuba) is a Phoenix. - He is the one that taught Matthew a bit of flying as well, which is one of the reasons he is so good at it now. - Friendly guy, for sure, but very suspicious of the guy that appeared before his childhood friend one day just saying he is his brother. - Then again, when he wamrs up to someone he gives the wamrest hugs. Literally, by the way. His bright red wings are very big and warm. - Not the fastest in flying, but still very stable abilities. - No risk no fun attitude though, half because of his immortality. Still a drama Queen for every little thing, the smallest injury, when it is about others though. - And with that I mean cry a river every time someone is injured. Half because Phoenix Tears heal, half because he REALLY gets worked up over it. - Strong guy. Its easier for him on ground then in the air. However, he is not the only Phoenix around, for that matter. - Feliks, someone Alfred befriended on the way, is one as well. - Probably the fastest flying out of the four, and good at manouvers or any kind. Wins at any race (though sometimes you could think he cheats) - Soft, but bright orange wings. A bit smaller then average, but absolutely perfect size for him. - However, his wings arent the only place where he has feathers. A few small, soft ones are also around his ears. - He wont let you touch them though unless he knows you really well. No matter how adorable and soft they are. - You would think he is the easy type to make cry, because he is pretty shy and reserved when you would first meet him, and VERY awkward around you. - He truly isnt though. You can get him upset easily. But crying? Nope, that boy is very selective with his tears. - When he cries he wont stop for a while though. Dont get him that far. Please care for him. - Grew up a little bit… Isolated. Has a few rather strange habits. Some just put it to a Phoenix being excentric. Now, we already mentioned an angel before. The last winged fella the group will meet. - Six white, large wings, two covering his feet, two covering his face, the largest two used to fly. - A very intimidating angel, high ranked and very strong, both in air and on earth. - Very quiet, at first. Gives off a very mighty air, and even the most cocky person would be a bit silent at first. - Later on, it is simply that he speaks quiet though, and the wings muffle his words. - Very protective. Very caring. Will look out for anyone who may need it. - Knows he may scare people with it at first, if they dont know him well, but will give good hugs when the person is upset or scared. The lightly wings around your shoulders will help you calm down as well, after just a little while. - Only shows his face to his family. Nobody else, but not because he doesnt want to. He is simply forbidden to. He only makes exceptions for the people he loves most. - Berwald is a good angel. Please human, do not fear. He will look out for you.

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Danny Willett: I tried to remind myself of shootings I hit back on the stray

Countless hours of careful rehearsal and striking aplomb under pressure facilitated Danny Willett to see most of his chance to prevail the Masters belatedly on Sunday

If Danny Willett, Masters champion isnt a impressive enough evidence, the simplicity with which the Englishman burst through the finishing videotape is what will reverberate for years to come. This excitable 28 -year-old from Yorkshire is, for now, at the epicentre of world golf.

Willett had registered a single top-1 0 finish from 11 major championship looks when arrived here Augusta National last week. By Sunday evening, an exceptional Sunday evening, Jordan Spieths implosion necessitated Willett abruptly surfaced the Masters leaderboard, three ahead of the protecting endorse and two in front of Lee Westwood. Willett proceeded to play the final three flaws potentially treacherous at any time let alone given this context in one-under.

I actually joked with Danny last week about never feeling apprehensive watching him romp, said Willetts coach, Mike Walker. I spoke to him on Monday morning and he assured me he was anxious out there. He didnt examine it. Danny simply basks being in those situations. Other beings are scared of them. You could argue that chasing someone down is an easier behavior to acquire a tournament but he gazes comfortable when hampering contributes as well; he has won in all sorts of different ways.

He doesnt put you on edge, you dont watch Danny play and ever is considered that something is about to go wrong.

Walkers testimony is important because it was the highly respected mentor, plus his boss Pete Cowen, whom Willett ascribed with helping him become a major win. Oh, and Willett is now the seam favourite to triumph the BBC Sports Personality of the Year award.

You practise, justified Willett. Thats what you do; endless hours of chipping, putting, hitting shots, thoughts thumping kills at certain golf course at certain times. Fortunately enough I have been able to relive some of those dreams and some of those practice sessions.

With Pete and Mike, you work on uncomfortable happenings. Every era you go to the straddle you arent passing up to get a pat on the back, is to know how well you are doing. You go there to try and get better, to try and get that 1% better. By doing that, actually trying to accomplish perfection, does you awkward. To delve into how you swing it, certain aspects of your game that you might not like but to try and improve, that represents you uncomfortable. Nothing likes been said that they dont do something well enough.

So realising that you have got to work on certain aspects of your game, coming to the uncomfortable realisation that youre going to have to work very hard at it, is contributing to through at these hours. I felt like I had done enough labor, that I had made enough projectiles under their supervising. Each shooting I was have to deal with, I exactly went through the same process. I tried to remind myself of the shootings I hit back on the range.

As is usual, Walker had departed Augusta on Friday evening. He is back on the road this week, to the Spanish Open, having pinched myself after Willetts win. I am like any other golfer, I dream of Augusta National, Walker said. When you are watching person winning, with a vested interest, you cant quite believe it.

Neither could Sir Alex Ferguson, who told Willett in the midst of galas that he had lost an 8,000 bet on Spieth to be Masters champion. Im so enthralled, honestly. Happy to throw it away, said the former Manchester United manager.

You need to know where to put your fund, responded the laughing champion.

Walker inherited Willett virtually 3 years ago. The actors morale was low-spirited and he was striving with a damaging doubled miss, hits spraying wildly left and right. Back questions were also a recur peculiarity even in 2014 he was outside the top 100 in the world. Today Willett is No9.

Chubby Chandler commended upon banking Willett to his International Sports Management stable that the actor was better than he had realised, with a natural ability for shaping a multitude of hits. The conundrum lay in realisation of potential.

The explanation for his upward curve fitness and the putting advance as influenced by Dr Paul Hurrion aside is a simple one. He is a very hard worker, Walker said. He has taken ended possession of his golf jive and he understands it more than most. He is quite technical and I think that remains him calm.

Willett had never absence aptitude or, crucially, the capacity to acquire. Confidence has not been in short supply, margining towards cockiness upon first glance. He was a Walker Cup player in 2007, alongside Rory McIlroy, and a one-time English amateur endorse. Success at the 2016 Dubai Desert Classic in February endorsed Willetts decision to retain full-time status on the European Tour this year but a transatlantic button now inevitably beckons.

He was “the worlds” No1 as an amateur and I envisage players get are applied to that claim, Walker added. I dont well known, I am only presuming, but I would imagine he has his slews on the same thought as health professionals. He will want to go on and triumph as numerous accolades as he can.

Walker says the whiz pupils success was even more unlikely given the birth of his son at the end of last-place month. Willett was actually the 89 th and last player to register at the Ruler. He was simply there a epoch later than is traditionally be the case, the coach-and-four said. So he wasnt nearly as under-prepared as beings have been making out. He has actually simply been playing one-week-on, one-week-off recently regardless. He knows what he is doing.

I didnt think he would strive because of the build-up. Quite the contrary. He is very strong in the wind, he was very impressive in warm-ups. He is a good iron player, which Augusta dress, a good chipper and his putting has improved. Im not saying for a second I knew ahead that he would triumph, but I thought he had half a chance. He has played in WGC contests recently and done well.

Jack Nicklaus , not only an 18 -times major champ but likewise a 19 -times runner-up, offered high praise. What amazed me so much is that where reference is realised “hes in” a position to win he finished it, and thats the mark of a champion. To finish a good round, give yourself an opportunity to triumph when the other friend doesnt finish youve got to be there, Nicklaus added. Danny Willett was and kudos to him.

The 80 th Employers will unavoidably be remembered for Spieths meltdown. Yet Willett had to be in position to pounce. If I had been five-over par it wouldnt have mattered what Jordan did, he rightly acknowledged. From there he exposed diligence matching the imminent, ultimate prize.

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itsjayyyy · 6 years ago

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January 10, 2019 12:13 pm

it’s a week after i planned on writing an update, but it’s a thursday so i’m technically on time. I worked tuesday, as i said, and on wednesday rose came over. we first went to the mall so i could show her how decrepit it was, and got auntie anne’s there. I like the mini pretzel dogs, but hate the hot dogs inside them; i just like how the pretzels are rolled up to look like croissants and how the hot dogs imbue the bread with that umami flavor. Then we went back to my place and watched train to busan (the main character was the same guy from coffee prince!), and then went to baanchan for dinner. I remember that she borrowed a shirt and got a stain on it and took it home and said shed wash it but i can’t remember which one. thursday and friday i just kinda lazed around, relaxed for a few days before the semester started. i signed up for postmates, and just today i got an email saying the prepaid card was sent to my address so i’ll activate it when i get home. the weekend was work, as always.

i would like to thank every god for allowing me to live so close to campus, because if i had to wake up any earlier for my 7:30 am calc class i would die. On the first day I woke up at 6, but tbh the earlier i have to wake up, the longer i have to take to get ready so I was kinda rushing and ended up forgetting my wallet. I didn’t want to give up my parking space to go back to get it, so I took the on campus shuttle back to my apartment to pick it up, since i needed my id to get my textbooks. got my textbooks (with no line whatsoever!), went to my evening classes, then went home. oh, and apparently i’m so bad at math. i saw my schedule’s weekly chart and said “oh nice, i have a 4 hour gap in the middle of the day for studying or getting lunch” but apparently it’s a 7 hour gap, from 8 am to 3 pm. coolio.

my calc professor was a bit timid, and has a slight accent. the first day i made the mistake of sitting in the back like last year, and could not focus on a word he said. psychology was chill, we just covered the syllabus. apparently, the psychology department (not my professor) mandates that all intro psych classes’ grades are 10% participating in psychology studies, bc otherwise nobody would volunteer to help them. i hate being forced to do anything, so of course I’m gonna lie and fuck with their studies. asl was my fav class, it’s at 6:30 when campus is empty. we just learned the alphabet (and by that i mean she ran through it once and then we had to go to the front of the class and introduce ourselves). the whole class is immersive, meaning that even on the FIRST day of class we weren’t allowed to speak. as if i understood a single thing she said. there’s a cute girl in that class, we didnt speak to each other (obvs) but when i got stuck while introducing myself, she helped me out since she was in the front row. can i just say i’m PISSED that it seemed like everyone was fluent in asl while i barely knew the alphabet. yall this is an introductory class.

tuesday was a disaster. i woke up at 6 again, but was so beat from the day before that I decided to skip calc, on the grounds that it was all just review and the first unit was my best anyways. i forgot to set a follow up alarm, though, so i woke up naturally at 8:55. and then looked at my class schedule. and saw that my next class was at 9. luckily since i live by campus i was only 6 minutes late, but i forgot literally everything (didn’t bring my phone or my backpack) except for my wallet. I didn’t even have time to shower, or brush my teeth, or comb my hair. immediately after i was done with that class i went home and did all of those. I also went to the pet store to get a new filter for my fish, since my last one broke (after 2 years of having it, which i think is a good lifespan). I installed that, knit more of my gloves, then went back on campus for programming at 6. The professor didn’t even cover the syllabus, he just jumped straight into the lecture. one kid asked about the structure of the class, and at that point he gave a quick summary. it was clear we were all expecting him to start the lecture with the syllabus. i’m so annoyed that last semester i deleted codeblocks, the program used in the course, because i thought i was done with it, and now i have to reinstall it. tuesday evening i watched hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy, which i watched when i was like, 7, but forgot most of.

wednesday, i woke up at 5:30, so that i would have more time to get ready. I sat in the front of calc, and took really great notes. we finally started getting into psychology, all about behavior and stuff. I did one of their stupid studies before class, it was this survey about “human social perception” but honestly it was asking about how lonely i am. and when you have to actually sit there and quantify how many friends you have, and how often you see them, it really puts it into perspective. kinda felt called out.

ya know how every semester, i creep on webcourses’ list of students in my class? well the cute girl in asl is named “anna” (as per how she introduced herself, it was the only name i could catch), and there’s only one anna in the class, and she has a crazy last name so it was p easy to find her on ig and twitter. i was scrolling down her twitter when i accidentally liked one of her tweets. i quickly unliked it, and i didn’t think she would have gotten the notification bc it was a retweet anyways, but shortly after that she followed me. and then i remembered that my most recent tweet was “so uhh whos gonna tell the cute girl in my asl class that i want to go out with her bc it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me” (cue my death). i deleted it and hoped she didn’t see it, but honestly if she followed me she prob saw it. i hoped that maybe bc i don’t have my real name listed on twitter that she wouldn’t know it was me, but in class i introduced myself as “jay” bc i forgot the symbol for s. pls kill me. and this all happened like 10 minutes before class started. I sat in the back, though, so we weren’t near each other. but at the end of the class we did an activity where we got a card with a word, and we had to find the person with the same card by signing it. we did like 4 rounds, and i was hoping we wouldn’t be together, but in the last round we were. we didn’t talk tho, and as soon as it was over i was gone.

despite my period being nowhere near, i had a huge depressive episode last night. like, by her ig and twitter, she’s a Distinguished Gay in which she did a high school summer program with Stanford where she did heart surgery on a porcupine, and was an award winning thespian, and has tons of friends and a supportive family, where i’m the complete opposite: no friends, failed 3 classes, family hates me, chose a low paying career, needs alcohol to cope with life. This is one case where opposites don’t attract: she’s not gonna want to be with someone whose life is a complete mess. And then i just got to thinking about how rose tells me that mom lowkey thinks I’m a complete dissapointment for being gay and she only puts up with me bc it’s the muslim thing to do, and how the only way i can make her happy is me being single my whole life so she wouldn’t have to know. how i can never have love. and then rose texted asking for an update and i just kinda lashed out at her. why does she feel the need to tell me about mom talking shit? why would i want to hear that? yea i get the whole “don’t let others talk shit behind my back” idea but sometimes ignorance is bliss. i just don’t want to feel like a pile of shit for once in a while. and of course I’m still so resentful about the way that mom and dad treat rose like a damn golden child while i’ve never gotten 1/10 of the support she has.

This morning i went to calc, then comp, didn’t really pay attention in either. while in comp, heather texted me and was like “we should meet up soon.” rose also texted me; last week we were planning to meet up today but it was kinda dicey since we had that issue last night. and anyways at 11 she said “i got a job interview with izziban at 4, should i go” and i was just like “yea sure” bc i really don’t give a fuck. she always puts everything before me so why bother. then she got all like “if something’s wrong you need to tell me i can’t help if i don’t know what’s wrong” like, how about you read what i sent you last night, that details EVERYTHING that’s wrong. she later said she was gonna skip the interview bc she already has a job and she’s gonna do uber eats, and that she was just gonna have lunch with mom (since mom loves her enough to cook for her) and then head out my way. heather responded that we should meet at 1 today, so i told rose. rose said “should i wait for yall to finish and then come by?” but i havent responded bc i don’t want to see her (ever again).

I soft blocked anna on twitter bc i didn’t want her to see me talking about how i wanted to kill myself on main lmao. anyways i’m gonna go get a smoothie.

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comicteaparty · 7 years ago

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May 24th, 2018 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on May 24th, 2018, from 5PM - 7PM PDT. The chat focused on Nwain by Terrana Cliff.

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✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

COMIC TEA PARTY START!

Good day everyone~! This week’s Comic Tea Party is now officially beginning~! Today we are discussing Nwain by Terrana Cliff~! (http://nwain.com/) For those new or in need of a reminder, discussions about the comic are freeform, so please feel free to bring up whatever you wish. However, every 30 minutes I will be dropping in a discussion question to help those who would like a prompt. These questions are totally OPTIONAL to answer, and you can pay them no mind if you wish. If you miss out on any though, they’ll be pinned for the duration of the chat once they’re posted~! Remember, constructive criticism is allowed, but the primary focus here is to have fun and appreciate the amazing comics that the community makes~! As a bonus, each chat a top comment will be picked and featured in the archives and on an ad for CTP! All that being said, let’s get started and have a great discussion!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

not my favorite but i do want to say of all the animated scenes i really liked the opening few pages best. i forget what page it was but there is a shot of nwain on a cliff and the animation pans up to show the town. i thought between the lighting, the motion, and everything else, it was immensely beautiful and breathtaking.

snuffysam

the opening shots were beautiful, for sure

i forget the page number, but there was a page where you could click on the different locations and get a little interaction. that was super cool

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah i remember that! i have to say that was definitely the most creative page. cause man, cannot imagine the work that went into that one

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I have two takes on this, which can be seen somewhat independent from the animation style... a favourite scene and a best scene.

My favourite scene was probably the one where she first did the teleporting and actually phased between the panels. Super cool. Sticks in my head.

snuffysam

the teleporting panels are all great

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

What I'd say was the best scene was when Nwain was put in the stockade near the start and offered up the line "what are you in for"... I felt like it captured the comic excellently. She does something heroic, but due to circumstances, ends up in trouble for it, and yet there's humour to be found in the situation too.

And yes, the animation style with the panning blows my mind. I know the one with the clicking on locations that you meant - just, whoa. You could even click on them again and they'd retract. Mind blowing.

snuffysam

putting aside the artistic talent and effort put into the comic - the technical skill is extremely impressive. getting all these different pages working is a huge feat. like, there's not a single bug to be found

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I can see why it takes a month to put together a couple pages. Even that feels fast.

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Greetings!

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I think there was one panel once where the dialogue ran off the edges. I couldn't tell if that was intentional.

I shouldn't be nitpicky.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i really liked the stockade scene cause i think it demonstrates nwain's imperfections as a person. like shes not this perfect, stoic, and regal knight. shes just this person who has some fighting skills, makes some boo-boos in life.

hey super~!

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Nwain often seem to be messing up, honestly. But it's done in such a way that it's easy to relate to, like, I might've done the same thing in her place.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

tbf some of the messups arent really her fault. like a lot of stuff at the tournament makes sense cause shes not from the time period. how was she supposed to know some game rule was declared illegal O_O

my favorite scene is actually probably the one where she throws the favor and uses it to win the race. because it was the scene that i didnt know where it was going to go. i knew she was going to aim for the favor, but i didnt know for what purpose. was she going to go for it seriously? use it to take over the world? and then she used it as a distraction and laughs were had

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Well, yeah, true, it's rather situational/owing to circumstance. Still, she ends up needing to apologize.

Hm, I wasn't sure she was going for it until she did, and as soon as RoyalPerson (I suck at names) said it was the oldest trick, I was like, ahh clever.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

wait a second math how is your favorite scene not that one where they said a bunch of puns

snuffysam

OMG that scene!!!

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Heh. I did like the cloud puns, but I don't call that a mist opportunity.

I think my favourite LINE would be "pun pals". Did not see that coming.

Also, Princess G, fave character.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i was surprised how many puns they could make for clouds XD

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Water you talking about?

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Late, but hey Rebel!

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

since you brought up fave character, i really like the magician.

snuffysam

i love mousebot. she's a friend.

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

The magician's really interesting! Is he (for lack of a better pronoun) an artificial life form?

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah thats what im understanding about the far listeners. that theyre robots. or at least one character called them robots. either way i think theyre the most interesting people so far. and of course mousebot is adorable

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

(It's weird, using "it" feels impersonal, because of society. Fascinating use of gender in the comic, incidentally. Lots of backstory there.)

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Also can I just say, I love that the comic has animated bits every now and then

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I like how the magician was going to bring in these life forms as champions and they have this big off button. "Why do they even have that?"

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

QUESTION 2. Nwain’s home, Sundial City, has been lost to the present world for almost 200 years. What do you think happened to the city that caused it to disappear in the present day? Was it something the city folk did, or was it some sort of natural disaster? Do you think Nwain will be able to reach Sundial City? If so, what do you think Nwain will find? Will there be people there, or will only ruins be left? Speaking of Sundial City, do you think the events hinted at in Nwain’s past have something to do with the city’s current state? If so, how do you believe they factor in?

snuffysam

well, they liked to experiment with time travel

i think the city just... left, somehow

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I feel like the City just kind of cut themselves off from the rest of civilization. (A bit like Tarn Vedra in the "Andromeda" universe, if anyone's seen that show.) Possibly accidentally (owing to the whole time silk problem) but yeah. Unless they're out of phase.

Meaning they're making some great phasers.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

when you say left, are you saying that maybe they time traveled the entire city and like, the city hasnt shown up yet cause it went a bit farther in the future than nwain? cause that was my pulled out of the hat theory.

snuffysam

yeah that's what i'm thinking. currently it's 200 years in the future. the city went to, like, 1000 years in the future

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Interesting. I hadn't considered that as a possibility.

snuffysam

or maybe the city went to one minute in the past, then ran into itself and exploded

whoops

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

There must be some residual effects left behind though, since that's what the Magician was able to read with his device.

I've done that with my time travel stories. Good times.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i feel like the time silk has to have something to do with the city's disappearance. since i mean, its not like nwain was purposely trying to travel with time. idk if it could time travel the whole city, though id believe it if it time traveled a lot of the people. if there were any left. cause i mean nwain left after that place pretty much burned down or something from the flashbacks. so maybe there was just so little left its inconsequential

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Seems like the "magic" they knew back then was pretty damn dangerous too though. Maybe in trying to rebuild the city after the fire they cut a few corners and whoops, we kinda sealed ourselves off like Sleeping Beauty or something.

snuffysam

the city going away for centuries is kind of sleeping beauty-esque, huh?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

There is that too, I suppose.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

does this mean nwain is the prince who has to roll on up and smack it awake?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Yeah, as for Nwain returning... I don't see that happening. Because I feel like that would end the story. She has no real desire to return, and we never saw her leave (except in flashback) so narratively speaking, it's in the past (literally). Bringing it forward feels like it would bookend the whole thing, somehow.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i do want to call shenanigans on sundial city's magic being more dangerous though. that seems like one of those stigmas that comes about because nobody knows what happened to the city. so thus they blame a scapegoat and it just becomes a common accepted fact with no basis.

snuffysam

i think she'll try to figure out what happened, but i don't think she cares to return yeah

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i think shes gonna at least find the city in the present though. i think shell give up on time travel tho. unless she tries and whoops, winds up even further in the future

the subtitle of this comic is "the knight who wandered dream" and that makes me wonder if this is gonna be the comic that fully embraces the "it was all a dream cliche"

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Except Nwain herself was pointing out that safety's a necessity with magic when doing the tutoring, and had a story of someone who befell bad things.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yes but my point is i doubt its more dangerous

than current magic

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I don't see time travel being a major component. Unless it becomes a factor in those portals somehow too.

snuffysam

"dream" is something to do with the magic i think? like inside the worms was dreamstuff or whatever it was called?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Ehhh, fair, might just be different dangerous, but I still think that could have played a hand in things.

snuffysam

so perhaps she gets trapped in the dream world at some point?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I feel like it's too random to be a dream. Like, why would Nwain dream that board game rules became illegal?

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i doubt its a dream. but i feel like the title has gotta be something

maybe

they tried to teleport the city

and it got stuck in the inbetween

snuffysam

i feel like the story has been foreshadowing someone or something getting stuck in the inbetween

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Maybe she is the dream.

Everything is just a figment of Shade's imagination.

Oh, I like that theory, Rebel. Only lost people can find the City.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah i mean its at least a specific detail to mention. thats theres an inbetween. and sundial city is the missing thing right now.

snuffysam

it's something that's been mentioned multiple times too

rule of writing. setup, reminder, payoff

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

regardless tho i think nwain is....not gonna find any people at the city.

and have to accept lonliness

snuffysam

yeah i think they're all dead

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

They were all turned into catgirls. Or catyith. Or catomith.

snuffysam

if they all teleported into the inbetween and didn't time travel, they've been cut off for centuries

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

But for them, maybe only a few months.

snuffysam

is that how the inbetween works?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

D'you think they were the ones keeping the Crimson Empire in check?

It seems to have flourished since that time.

I have no idea how anything works.

snuffysam

the crimson empire didn't exist at all back when sundial city was around

maybe they were preventing any one power from rising up? i dunno though

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

the crimson empire is sundial city. they just changed their name after that fire. were reborn like a phoenix and left their old life behind. but they dont want anyone to know so they erased their past and hid the city

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I was never great at politics.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

more seriously, if the inbetween is like a dream realm i could buy that time doesnt function like in the real world

snuffysam

they took the city and pushed it somewhere else

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

But did they build this city on rock and roll?

snuffysam

that would make sense, rebel. it's also possible that time passes faster in the inbetween, so it's been 10000 years for the citizens

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

We don't know the lifespan of people either.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

QUESTION 3. In order to earn star maps, Nwain’s current dilemma is participating in the Tournament at Lacefort. However, numerous ups and downs have occurred during the course of the story. Who do you believe will be the ultimate victor of the tournament, or do you think something will prevent the tournament from concluding? Will Nwain earn the favor of the Margravine, whether by accident or on purpose? If Nwain does earn the favor, what do you think may happen? Will things go as the Magician predicted or will the Margravine have a change of heart? Do you think the tournament will end with Nwain getting the star maps, or will something drastically alter that course of action?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Nwain having the favour is awkward. If she doesn't end up with it, all I can think is that she gave it back to Margravine in secret. Meaning... she has to marry herself? IDK.

snuffysam

now, that all depends on the difference between holding the napkin and actually having margravine's favor

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Owlgirl/Penny has a whole plot that needs to happen at some point though. So I feel star maps are inevitable.

snuffysam

like, margravine does seem to like nwain somewhat? though mostly as entertainment i think

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Oh, right, I suppose the favour could be rejected. Well, Nwain's more than a novelty now, she can teleport people and all.

snuffysam

probably not on a mass scale, though she can do some teaching

and watch as they all make the same mistake that sundial city probably did

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i do feel the story has been building up the margravine's like for nwain a lot. so i could see the favour not being rejected somehow. and then ya know, the entire political system being uprooted and there being massive strife. and then the magician headdesking wondering what horrors they brought upon the world

snuffysam

yeah or worse, someone else gets the favor, and margravine rejects it because she prefers nwain

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

The favour of the month.

Maybe they can spin it as a way to stop the drought.

snuffysam

well i guess that would work? since nwain having favor with margravine means the magician gets closer to making that water deal

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

now thats a path i could see happening more. someone else gets the favor and the margravine is like "nah nwain is way cooler did you see how she teleported me."

ah!

i could not actually remember why the magician was there tbh XD cause we havent gotten to see much of the dealing for that water deal

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Also all the tears of joy shed over two ladies in love.

snuffysam

one lady and one laidth

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Truth, my bad.

I show my age at my difficulty coming to grips with the gender fluidity.

I love how it's just this matter of fact thing though.

snuffysam

that's just how her culture be. still not great because adult laidths don't have that great of a standing in sundial society

or, didn't, i suppose

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah whatever nwain's social standing, its a new day and a new life

as for who wins the tournament, i feel like nwain is too far behind in points. unless they give it to her cause she helped with the elemental giant situation thing

snuffysam

how many rounds are left?

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Don't forget the person with the favour gets two additional points.

I believe this was the last round. Because they said they'd settle up the favour thing at the end of it.

Of course, I don't know how many points you get for coming in second and stuff, if any.

snuffysam

she won the race iirc, and i don't think anyone has more than three points. so that means she won

...assuming she counts as having the favor

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

idk. this is assuming all events are awarded equally. not to mention how do they deal with teams? like...a team event seems like a poor last event. XD cause youd have to know you were already going to lose by that point and that makes for poor team members

snuffysam

the rules really weren't explained. but that's fair because we're seeing this from nwain's point of view. and she was just pushed into the ring and told to do her best.

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Which reminds me. She has a ring. So she was married once. That could throw a wrench into everything. (Did she even hear the Magician say 'marriage' that one time? Seemed like no.)

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

That can only go so well IMO

snuffysam

nwain was?

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yes. nwain was married but i think her family died in the first?

fire

i can spell

snuffysam

well then, good news

marriage is done

so that problem's solved

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

maybe not tho

at the very least

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

They're stuck "in between".

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

when shes asked "hey were you married?" she says "i was."

so she considers it past tense at least

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

That has a familiar ring to it.

snuffysam

most marriages aren't designed to last past the 200 year mark

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I wonder if she was married to another yith.

snuffysam

it's possible

given the social standing thing especially

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

QUESTION 4. At current, Nwain is focused on helping two individuals: Owlgirl and Princess Joza. In regards to the former, do you think Nwain’s idea of taking Owlgirl to see the harpies will work out? If not, what exactly will go wrong? Assuming it goes wrong, what do you think the two will do then? Will Owlgirl stay in her current form, or will Nwain find a way to fix her? In regards to Princess Joza, do you think Joza will be able to learn the magic Nwain is teaching? Given how dangerous the magic is, though, do you think Joza learning it is a good idea? Lastly, do you think there will be political fallout for Nwain teaching Joza, or will everything be fine?

snuffysam

Joza is 100% going to mess something up

she's not an idiot, but she does seem moderately reckless

just a bit

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Everything will not be fine. But it will go pear shaped in unexpected ways.

Joza is eager.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

im not sure if id say joza seems reckless, but i do think joza is overly bold and overconfident

snuffysam

yeah, that's what i meant. overconfident

anyway, as for what the fallout will be - been a while since nwain's been in the stockades

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

When they're in the city, they're over everything.

The Penny storyline has been very much in the background. I'm starting to feel like it's a side quest.

snuffysam

it does kind of have that aura about it. a villager mentioned penny offhandedly. nwain came across her by accident. and she'll get around to helping her once she's done with this tournament business.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah i agree it feels like a side quest. but that almost makes me suspicious itll amount to more somehow. tho im not sure what

maybe the harpies know the truth about sundial city

and thats what this is an important questline

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Maybe the harpies can teach them to play harps and they form a touring band?

Along with the cymbals on that one car.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

i dont think the harpies know how to plays harps O_O alas

im actually seriously assuming theyre dead XD and that owlgirl is gonna be stuck with nwain forever

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Hope that'll be owl right with her.

snuffysam

that would suck if everyone was wrongly afraid of the giant owls, and then they all died before they could be redeemed

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

maybe the giant owls are the people of sundial city

nwain journeyed for nothing

they were there all along

snuffysam

that would explain the shield symbol

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

That'd be a hoot.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

Owlet you keep making your owl puns.

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

One of the things I like, btw, with the animation style is how sometimes random extra panels appear. Like a bonus. The one coming to mind is when Joza's learning magic and there's the worry about the random snakes.

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Don't give a hoot

snuffysam

it's always cute when that happens

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I gotta go owl in.

snuffysam

besides looking cool, the animated panels make it so that you don't know any of the actions that happen ahead of time

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Could there be random ladders with the random snakes?

snuffysam

which can lead to some funny moments

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Powel Up

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

snuffy: That's true, interesting point I hadn't considered!

I sometimes just marvel at how people blink and stuff.

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

on the downside tho the animations make referencing things hard cause you gotta remember which panels had which story bits. so can take a while to find things sometime. XD

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I'm pretty good at remembering stuff like that. ^.^

Actually, when I first saw it I thought 'oh, neat, some panels will animate'... but it's ALL of 'em.

The little circles help with knowing to click on too, not just the blue borders.

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Yea thats understandable, Rebel

and good for ya Math

snuffysam

i do like the little circles that show the dialogue progression. the comic really excels with UI design along with everything else

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah, technically speaking its executed very well. i found the interface to be pretty intuitive for getting through the panels.

snuffysam

i can't even imagine how much time/effort it takes to do each page, but dang is it worth it

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

It give it a creative edge over your usual comic

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

ah so since i didnt say it before, i actually think nwain might suffer some political fallout for teaching joza magic. at the very least i can see a plot line where joza goes to the crimson empire and joza's mom throws a fit XD

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Not saying every comic should have things like animations and interactive elements

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

It's one of those things that really takes advantage of the digital medium. You can't exactly do that with a regular comic book.

snuffysam

i think nwain has the potential to cause political turmoil every time she takes a breath

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Rebel, yeah, I agree. Though it could be that it gets Joza out of trouble, like if she'd been able to teleport away from the crazy snowball.

So perhaps all is forgiven.

Snuffy: Truth. It's a skill.

snuffysam

she has a tendency to drop the ball a bit. or at least, there's a tendency for the ball to be dropped in her vicinity.

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

yea

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

yeah. i doubt nwain will be in serious trouble or anything. just gonna get an afternoon in the stockades again O_O

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

I also like the nickname Spoony.

Superjustingo of ✨Time🕑&Space☄✨

Agreed with ya there(edited)

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

It's soup-er.

MathTans the Pun 👑Prince👑

Anyway, guessing the current arc will wrap soon, be interesting to see what happens. Impressed how long the comic's been going too, years!

✨🐱 RebelVampire 🐱✨

COMIC TEA PARTY END!

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