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dramioneasks · 4 years

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HP FESTS: Dramione RomCom Fest (Part 1)

Dramione RomCom Fest 2020:

12 Years and 3 Months by pixiedustandbluebutterflies - T, one-shot - As news of their engagement takes Wizarding England by storm, elusive power couple Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are finally sharing their love story in this Witch Weekly interview!

50 (First) Dates with Hermione Granger by HufflepuffMommy - G, WIP - Draco Malfoy sets his heart on romancing Hermione Granger, but she has short-term memory loss; she can't remember anything that happened the day before. So every morning, Draco has to woo her again. Her friends are very protective, and Draco must convince them that he's in it for love. Plot (andsummary) taken from the movie "50 First Dates" for the Dramione RomCom fest!

About Time by WordsmithMusings - E, WIP - When Draco's Father reveals to him that the men in their family have the ability to travel back in time, he uses his newfound gift to do many things - save a life, be a better friend, reconnect with a witch, and fall in love.

All's well that ends well (to end up with you) by weestarmeggie - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger is all set to be the maid of honor at her best friends wedding. She is taken back when she finds out that the best man is none other than her ex-fiance.

Away by In_Dreams - E, WIP - Desperate for a change of pace, Hermione unknowingly commits to a home exchange with Pansy Parkinson and finds herself swept up in the chaos of New York City and into the arms of Draco Malfoy. Dramione/Hansy. Loosely inspired by The Holiday.

Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19 - T, WIP - Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer.

Chasing the Future by Rdlentz8 - T, WIP - An unusual and anonymous Patronus finds a frustrated Hermione alone in the library and talks to her about being lonely. Could this be the push she's needed to change her fate? Inspired by A Cinderella Story. There are direct quotes from A Cinderella Story.

Domino Effect by KoraKwidditch - M, WIP - Resolved to live her life in Muggle London, Hermione Granger finally felt free. Free from the Ministry, free from her celebrity status and everything that entailed. But who knew that one cataclysmal incident would lead her straight into the Malfoy's den and down a series of unfortunate events? At least they think she's a Muggle.**A Dramione retelling of While You Were Sleeping**

Fairytales and Wishes by Charlie9646 - T, one-shot - All Scorpius wants is for Hermione to be a nice step mother, but somehow that sort of gets lost in translation with his accidental magic.

Flipping Through the Pages by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns - T, WIP - Draco Malfoy had a fascination with a popular book series and its writer. His life changes when he meets her.

The Hate List by bethelson - T, WIP - While chaperoning the post graduation trip, Hermione and Draco find themselves wandering the streets of Paris in the middle of the night, fruitlessly searching for the seventh years they were supposed to be in charge of. What Hermione doesn’t know, is that those seventh years struck a bargain with Draco to keep her occupied so they could sneak out for a last hurrah before they all head back to London. So in his efforts to derail her search, he convinces her to join him in their own night of frivolity. As they paint the city red, they slowly learn to let their guards down, and find that putting the past behind them allows them to finally focus on the present. ___ My contribution to the Dramione RomCom Fest!

Hollywood & Vine by dreamsofdramione (Bugggghead), msmerlin - M, WIP - As the manager of an occult bookstore currently renting a room from an old friend and living paycheck to paycheck, Hermione wasn’t exactly living the Hollywood dream. But her life is turned upside down when a chance encounter with Tinseltown’s current heartthrob, Draco Malfoy, leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about life and love. or the one in which Hermione unintentionally falls in love with a movie star.

Home is Where the Heart Is by lrs002 - T, one-shot - A rewrite and Draco/Hermione look at basically the last scenes of the movie Sweet Home AlabamaOr in the other words: The Wedding and the Kiss

How to Lose a Wizard in 10 Days by GracefulLioness - E, WIP - Hermione will do anything to prove to her boss at Witch Weekly that she's ready to take on more serious topics, including dating a man just to drive him away for the sake of her next column, How to Lose a Wizard in 10 Days. But pushing Draco Malfoy away proves to be a challenging task, perhaps because he's got ten days to make her fall in love with him. Inspired by How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

It Happened One Knight by Klawdee - T, WIP - “A spoiled heir running away from his family is helped by an old classmate, who is actually a journalist in need of a story.” Based off of the 1934 film, It Happened One Night

It's All In The Malfoy Family by TwilightToMidnight - M, one-shot - Over a decade of longing and desire comes to fruition one night. Not quite the way Hermione expected but definitely with a bang. Everyone and their dog seem to be working against her. For the 2020 Dramione RomCom Fest. Loosely based off Sabrina (1954 - with Audrey Hepburn).

Love, Actually in Dramione by Blessedindeed - G, one-shot - I absolutely love the movie "Love, Actually" and was so excited to make some art pieces from a few of the more memorable scenes! Many thanks and kudos to QuinTalon & NuclearNik for hosting and being such amazing encouragers to everyone! I cannot wait to dive into all these fun pieces!!

Love, Hermione by pandora_rose_xo - G, WIP - When Hermione leaves some personal letters lying around in a sleepy haze, Dobby comes across them, and trying to be helpful delivers them to their recipients. Who were never supposed to see them.

Metamorphosis by persephone_stone - T, WIP - Draco Malfoy is king of Hogwarts High—student body president, captain of both the water polo and basketball teams, and boyfriend of Astoria Greengrass, the hottest girl in school. That is, until said girlfriend returns from Spring Break with some unexpected news: she’s dumping him for a college boy. Now, Draco is on a mission to win her back. And who better to help him turn into a more intellectual, cultured version of himself than Hermione Granger, the smartest girl in school? As he and Hermione spend time together, will Draco learn how to be the right type of boyfriend for Astoria? Or will he instead learn that maybe Astoria is not the right type of girl for him? Written for the Dramione RomCom Fest, based on the 90’s teen romcom She’s All That.

Midnight in Paris by Aneiria - E, one-shot - ‘Granger,’ Draco replied, casting a quick wandless charm to clean his own clothes. ‘Want to watch the magic you’re casting next time? Whatever spell that was, it nearly took both of us out.’ Hermione’s face settled into a frown of confusion. ‘I thought that was you,’ she said, hesitantly. ‘I wasn’t using magic.’ They both looked away at the same time, taking in their surroundings. ‘Where are we?’ Hermione wondered out loud, as she spun on the spot and took in the sights. It was the wrong question, really.

My Big Fat Muggle Wedding by BiscuitsForPotter - G, one-shot - Draco's gotten more used to having Muggles as future-in-laws, but what about his parents?

No More Waiting by anchoredto717 - T, one-shot - The end of Hogwarts, an impending Mastery, and confirmation that Hermione is well and truly over Ronald Weasley: three factors that push Draco into a place he never imagined. Is he really going to Harry Potter’s house party? A one shot heavily inspired by the 90s teen classic, Can’t Hardly Wait.

Off the Rails by RoseHarperMaxwell - E, WIP - For the Dramione RomCom Fest 💚 My adaptation of the movie Trainwreck (Amy Schumer/Bill Hader), featuring Draco in Amy's role. “Pans.” Draco’s head falls back petulantly. “I can't interview Granger, especially not about how she's healing Potter. Neither of them are going to want to talk to me. Make Creevey do it.” “No, you'll do it. And don't sulk at me, Draco.” Pansy shuts him down immediately, not that he expected to talk her out of it. She gives assignments, not suggestions. “Old Quidditch rivalries. Gryffindor Princess confiding in the Prince of Slytherin, with a side of The Boy Who Lived. You’re the only one for it.” She drops her pen on her notepad with finality. “She’s also fit as hell now. I’d even fuck her, so our readers will be drooling over her. This is easy, Draco. Don’t fuck it up.”

One Thing We've Got by IrisCalasse - M, WIP - Over a decade after the Second Wizarding War, Draco Malfoy is a broke socialite straddling the Muggle and magical worlds. One day a new neighbour moves in his residential complex. What has happened to Hermione Granger to make her hide from Ronald Weasley? If Cormac McLaggen is gay, why is he hanging around Granger so much? And why does her cat seem to know way too much about everything? Based on the plot of Breakfast at Tiffany's, but set in 2012 London with a magical twist. Updates every 16th of the month.

Pin down your heart by hiyas - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger contemplates a door when Destiny comes knocking.

Playing Cupid by tygermine - T, one-shot - Set It Up AU.

Pretty Witch by TakingFlight48 - E, WIP - When confronted with the opportunity to take on an alter ego - Hermione Granger, Potion's Mistress and the Wizarding World's Golden Girl became Vivian Roberts - London's weekend escort. For three years she lived in this duality until Draco Malfoy, lost in Soho and driving a precious DB6, wound up uncovering her secret. This is the tale of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy finding a balance between work and love through the guise of fake dating, unacknowledged feelings, and Hermione not wanting to let go of a part of herself that is no longer serving her.

Promises, Promises by Musyc - T, one-shot - Lawyer and social work advocate Hermione Granger is one signature away from fulfilling her dream to have a house-elf education program. All she needs is to seal the deal, and Draco Malfoy has promised the full support of Malfoy and Son Developments. But the owner of the property is balking, there's a new buyer in the mix, and a promise isn't a contract.

The Proposal by FaeOrabel - M, WIP - When Head of Creatures Division of the DMLE, Hermione Granger, is pushed into a corner regarding a new marriage law she doesn't want to comply with, she gets the brilliant idea to stage an engagement with her long time, loyal assistant, Draco Malfoy. Draco goes along with the charade on the condition she gets him promoted to a new position. A deal set, they prepare to fool not only the Minister of Magic, but Hermione's best friend, and Draco's entire family. What could go wrong? Just the threat of Azkaban should they fail.

PS I love you by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, WIP - After a tragic accident, Hermione must reintroduce Draco to a life they've built far away from home. She recieves unexpected help in a series of letter written by Draco himself before the accident...

Regrets Only by nztina - T, WIP - Draco and Hermione are the best of friends - until Hermione goes off to teach at Hogwarts and Draco realises that he doesn’t just miss her. Upon her return to London, he intends to reveal his feelings, but she has a surprise of her own, one that will definitely put a damper on Draco’s plans. Draco. Hermione. And...Hermione’s fiancé?

Restless in Ripon by QuinTalon - T, WIP - Scorpius Malfoy wants his father to be happy again and as his grandfather often told him, a Malfoy always gets what he wants. A nosy radio host, well-meaning friends, and fate will help bring two lonely souls together. Well, that and one tenacious eight-year-old.

Rushing Back by floorcoaster - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy is thirty, surviving, and very much not thriving. He's near the utter end of himself when he experiences the worst of all possible bad days--a double betrayal that rocks him to his core. Unmoored, untethered, he winds up in a strange place, where he begins an adventure through time that will change the course of his life. A time travel fic with a twist on the movie "13 Going on 30."

Say Anything by MidnightValkyrie - G, 9 Chapters - To know Draco Malfoy is to love him. Hermione Granger is about to know Draco Malfoy. Written and created for the Dramione RomCom Fest, based on Say Anything.

She's the Snake by monsterleadmehome - E, WIP - In a universe where Voldemort never came back, Harry lives with Sirius, and Dumbledore isn't dying, the worst thing the Golden Trio has to contend with is their grades and Quidditch matches... oh, and the recent magical attacks on Muggles and Muggle-borns. Harry is sure Malfoy had something to do with it, and though Hermione doesn't agree, her sarcastic offer somehow turns into her latest nightmare: to go undercover as a boy in the Slytherin dorms and find out what's really going on. And maybe throw a Quidditch game or two. But there's one thing she hasn't prepared for: falling in love with the boy she's supposed to be spying on.

Signed and Sealed by niffizzle - M, WIP - She owns a children's bookstore. He runs a corporation buying significant shares of small businesses. Never in their lives have Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy gotten along — or so they think.

Timing is Everything by anne_ammons - M, 7 Chapters - Draco Malfoy is your average bachelor living an average bachelor's life, until he crosses paths with his former classmate, Hermione Granger. Strike that - when has Draco Malfoy ever been average? A retelling of the 1994 movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Dramione-style.

A Trip to Kouloura Beach by rennaissance_woman - one-shot - A day at the beach, what could happen?

The Truth About Kneazles and Crups by samkablam7 - T, WIP - When Draco Malfoy started hosting his wizarding radio show The Truth About Kneazles and Crups, he had no idea that it would bring Hermione Granger back into his life. He also didn't know that they would both be interested in each other. The only problem? She thinks that the radio host she's interested in is his best friend and Pro-Quidditch-player-wannabe, Blaise Zabini.

Untitled Marital Crisis Comedy by Darlingheart - G, one-shot - Draco is rich, handsome, and most importantly, excellent with the ladies. Harry Potter is not. Which is where Draco comes in. With Draco’s help Harry will learn there’s more to life than being a one-woman man. But what happens when Draco meets someone who changes his mind? And what does Hermione Granger have to do with it...

A Woman of Some Dignity by mcal - G, one-shot - That seemed to get his attention. “What are you—of course I respect you, you daft witch!”

“Your actions today show the opposite!” I answered. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m a woman of some dignity and I’d like to shower in peace. You’ll kindly wait half an hour before Apparating back to my flat.” Hermione's not one for diaries, but it's been a week to say the least. It all started off with a confusing meeting with Draco Malfoy in her office, and... well, Hermione thought maybe recording her thoughts on the events would help her process. She isn't wrong.

You lost and lonely, You just like heaven by Wake_The_Dragon - T, WIP - Dramione Romcom Fest. Hermione Granger had needed something new and a change of scenery was a good start. What she hadn't counted on was renting a flat with an annoying (if handsome) ghost, who claims he isn't dead. Somehow, helping out a ghost and falling in love were two things she hadn't bargained for.

You Wish by Talonwillow (Ehollis303) - T, WIP - What makes a bad case of "Black Cat Flu" more tolerable? Young Perseus is learning that hearing about dueling, torture, revenge, giants, dementors, chases, true love, and miracles from his Grandfather Scorpius certainly makes things easier- If the man would finish the story that is. A story about love, where not even death can keep the beautiful feisty stable-girl and her sometimes irritating one true love apart. Together they must battle the evil Lord Voldemort through an adventure crossing the magical and fairy tale realm.

#Fests/Exchanges/Challenges #dramione #Dramione RomCom Fest #humour #fluff #based on other book or movie plot

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prairiedust · 4 years

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More Last Holiday Musings...

I want to poke at that interdimensional geoscope a little more, because upon reading it over again, I think I splashed it up a little fast and there are a couple of points I’d like to be clearer about. I meant to queue this up to post last night but also want it to be up before Gimme Shelter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is more blue curtains lit crit with a dash of folklore and an honorable mention for post-structuralism. And we’re talking about Supernatural after all, so this is sort of... well, it’s about endings.

Last Holiday was not a typical “filler” or even a typical MOTW episode. It felt extremely insular, possibly more so than any other episode I can think at any other point in the series. As opposed to the usual crowd of “locals,” a spate of victims, and a couple of red herring suspects, the only other people in this ep besides the Winchesters (including Jack) and Mrs. Butters were the two vampires and Cuthbert Sinclair. There was no “case” as in a usual MOTW-- there was no Chuck Struggle, either, and the lack of mytharc was strange against the lack of “filler” schema. That lack of “MOTW investigation” marked this episode also as being about “curiosity”-- the Winchesters all-too-quickly took Mrs. Butters for granted-- Dean even dismissed her as a “Magic Roomba” and that seemed to settle the matter. Furthermore, the moment that Dean spotted Mrs. B in his room, the stage was set for Antics ™ when she held up his goofy Scooby boxers, and indeed a zaniness, an almost manic energy drove the action forward at a breakneck pace. [Spoiler alert, we do get “investigation” in the next episode, 15x15 Gimme Shelter, as stills and the preview show that Castiel and Jack will be teaming up together, in yet another shake-up of the usual “MOTW” template, almost like we can expect the other side of a coin when Sam and Dean switch places with Cas...] These features set Last Holiday apart as not so much “filler” as “between,” as in there was struggle before, and there will be struggle after, but for a while there was cake. (Contrast this to the usual “peril of the threshold” that usually shrouds liminality if you’d like.)

At the end of Last Holiday, however, we finally get to find out what that old blue telescope really is, and with that name we get confirmation that there are no more alternate universes-- Chuck has burned them all. Viewers are left to come to the conclusion that in retrospect the telescope-thing could have changed the course of season 13 completely. The reveal is played off as darkly funny, but it’s also kind of a gut-wrenching moment, too. All the heartbreak of the last two and a half years, reviewed now through the lens of “if only.” If only they’d known about Mrs. Butters from the time they found the bunker, “none of this would have happened”… they’d have had monster radar, they’d have had the geoscope, they would have had supernatural help of a completely different level.

The temptation to read Last Holiday as a Chuck-free episode is strong, but fraught-- the threat of Chuck’s involvement has been established by a pattern this season (well the pattern is woven throughout the whole series really but Dabb has deliberately structured these last three seasons with an exponentially increasing frequency.) I feel like we’ve been conditioned this season in particular to hold ourselves in a perpetual flinch, to be afraid of what we’ll learn “in retrospect.” That geoscope was really_good_subtext, and it is entirely possible, even encouraged, at this point in the plot to take information we’ve learned from the naming of the object, examine our own conditioned response to this episode, and apply both things to the structure of the season so far and make a prediction as to what might happen in the main plot. That’s what I mean about subtext getting loud. We’ve been given the green-light to make a prediction about The Struggle and march forward with it, and see if we will be correct by extrapolating the pattern, or if that expectation will be subverted (the twist is set up to run either way, so either outcome is satisfying.) It is Melville-esque architecture of the highest degree;I could write another thousand words just about that. So I have a prediction that I’m hanging on to, because of what we’ve learned from the geoscope, and what kinds of clues were hung up in Last Holiday, and I’m super excited to either have my hunch confirmed or be frightfully and delightedly surprised. I mean, where the fuck did Jeremy Adams even come from? He’s like our own Mrs. Butters, showing up in the last quarter to run a couple game-changing balls into the end zone, it’s bonkers. I mean, I know writing mysteries is hard and requires still AND cunning, but damn, son.

But anyway, back to the geoscope…

I’m perplexed, from a very “lit crit” perspective, but this is where I’m at and why I referenced blue curtains-- if you shine too bright a light on subtext, does it evaporate-- like looking through an interdimensional geoscope and not seeing anything-- or is “subtext” sometimes not some ephemeral fever-dream that we as viewers conjure up through our experiential interlocution with the text but something a writer has steeped into the narrative as part of their craft? Or when you’re talking about an evolving iteration of writers, is it possible that one picks up a thread that another wove in for something else, repurposing or amplifying it? And, when perhaps is something deliberately instilled in the text in order to become “text” at just the right time? In Moby Dick, [spoiler alert lol] Quequeg’s coffin-- formerly one of many symbolic vehicles used to foreshadow the doom of the Pequod-- is repurposed as a life buoy and becomes the actual object that saves Ishmael’s life, transforming it from a portent of disaster to a symbol of salvation and then to one of Ishmael’s guilt for surviving Ahab’s madness-- the guilt that had been made text by the very opening line of the book, “Call me Ishmael.” In retrospect, the connotations of wandering, exile and salvation behind the name that the narrator gives himself become crystal clear. The problem that the post-structuralist model of “reading” as simultaneously “creating the text” has manufactured is that the idea that “subtext” can often be discounted as something dreamed up wholecloth by the reader, and thus inferior, imaginary, even delusional (and I use that last word knowing what a loaded term that is in the spn fandom, but this is not about a ship, even) where once it was considered to be a valid and measurable part of the text itself, like that dang coffin. It was the basement, the underpinnings, the catacombs below the opera house sure, but it helped to hold up the structure. And for some reason, putting subtext into a piece of media has become passe, or cringe? Anyway, not to be bitter on main but it didn’t used to be this way, at least not in the heady early days of postmodernism. So that green light? Critical hit against blue curtains. And while yes, some readings are going to be better supported than others, and the wild variety of checklists in this fandom mean that some conclusions have been drawn which can’t pan out, if you’re paying attention to the structure, the subtexts, the alchemical/psychoanalytical/postmodern themata, the ending will be very satisfying.

So. What was once speculated to be a symbol for emotional lows or turning points (among other things) in the bunker was textually hit with a bright green light, then Dean got curious about it in text, and we were told-- in text-- that oh it’s just a fancy spyglass, and now that the other worlds are gone, it has no purpose…. that’s what I mean about the geoscope now being “pure”-- it wasn’t clear whether the telescope ever had any function, subtetxtual or not, and now that it’s certain what it’s “function” was, it’s now freed up as a “symbol”-- unless like in Moby Dick it’s new “purpose” is revealed later, but right now it’s caught in this liminal place of not-quite-clue and not-quite-metaphor...

However, and I didn’t put this in my first post because I was trying to be fast and not a wet blanket, but I felt like finally naming the geoscope was an ending.

This is literally Singer, Dabb, and Co tidying up the house before locking it behind them.

I think when Dean said he didn’t see anything through the “telescope thing,” that we’re to understand that maybe this was the last hurrah of the cute, zany, campy “subtext” or even “metatext” if you’d rather that so many of us have been parsing and which has gotten so weird and bright since season 12/13. I think I said in one of the folklore posts that writing about some of the things I write about feels like making daisy chains in the endzone during the big game. Which is fun, that’s how I personally got through having to be in AYSO soccer for four years, by looking for four leafed clovers and eating orange quarters. And we got a wood nymph in this episode, textually even, so I could easily check the “folklore” box on this one. But the sheer euphoria of Last Holiday and all the sparkles it brought into the story aren’t meant to last. When you look back on fifteen years of text, a lot of it is bleak, miserable stuff. That’s not to say that episodes like Yellow Fever and Hunteri Heroici and Fan Fiction et al shouldn’t be celebrated. But I think from here on out, things are going to be less “golly gee, three birthdays!” and more “There she blows! --there she blows! A hump like a snowhill!”

This episode was a gift in many ways, not just for the sense of glee it transmitted-- it also did so much work and there are things I want to yell about in the way language was hit, the red versus green lighting, the way the backwards holidays worked, the projector as a metaphor for Mrs. B projecting her regrets and fears onto Jack, the amount of food that was created and consumed, how that smoothie was also an echo of “fairy food” or an underworld pact if you squint-- but the stakes are so high now. We haven’t been shown the next valley-- there was no final scene of Chuck rubbing his hands together like the villain from a melodrama, for example-- but the last image we got was Jack blowing out a candle. After the candle is blown out, the cake is dismantled and consumed. Once the story is over, all the themes that are so hard to grapple in a text like a television show can be gathered up and analyzed. (IS that all, though? After all, Dean made his own cake later, which, like, echoes of the “oh two cakes” comic lol...)

Since I really never want to leave anything I toss out on this blog on a last note of doom and gloom, however, I do want to say that I too understand what that last image meant. It meant, as Sam said, make a wish. Think of the future, think of free will, and hope for something wonderful to happen. (or do like me and wonder what the hell Jack wished for with dread and anticipation ha ha ha.)

#the poststructuralism of supernatural #the folklore of supernatural #no more tags right now #tag later

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arealfaux · 4 years

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PART 4: VALLEY OF THE DOLLS

Part 4 of the Electra Heart series is finally here! I’m so sorry it took so long to get this part out.

- M

Pairing: Steve x reader (unrequited), just a tad of Loki x reader and Bucky x reader

Synopsis: In which you understand that the old you is coming to an end and the new you is already built with a hole. Broken from the start but that’s okay. You just knew you weren’t going back to zero. So here’s to your old self’s last hurrah.

(P.S. This is what Y/N wore to the party.)

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“You want to what?” Natasha questions as she narrows her eyes at you.

“I want to have a party.” You tell her nonchalantly.

“But you hate parties.”

“No, the old Y/N hated parties but fortunately she’s not in at the moment and she’s not taking any calls.” You explain.

“I say let her have one.” You both hear from the corner of the room. You let out a smile at the person. “In fact, I’ll throw one for you.”

“Tony-“ Nat tries to reason before she gets cut off by the man himself.

“Live a little, Natalia! After the stunt she pulled on dear Capsicle, she deserves a real nice treat. I gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in you, kid. I’ve never been prouder.” He tells you as he motions you for a high five, which makes you laugh as you do.

“Please Nat.” You say giving her your best puppy dog eyes and a little pout. She lets out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine.”

You excitedly give her a hug before turning to Tony.

“I want it to be the grandest goodbye party.” You tell him. They both look at you in confusion. “A goodbye to my old self. Her final farewell.”

“Y/N-“ Nat starts but you really didn’t want to hear what she had to think.

“Don’t let me down, Stark.” You say as you cut her off.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, kid.”

In my life I got this far, now I’m ready for the last hurrah.

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“I heard there’s going to be a party held in your honor.”

A voice startles you as you turn to the person who is leaning into the doorway of your room with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“You heard correctly, Loki.” You answer him, not getting up from your spot on your bed. “Will you be joining?”

“Would you like me too?”

“I would like that. However…” You drawl out the word as you get up and move towards him. “I’d much rather prefer you as my date. So what do you say, Loki?”

He smiles at the reminiscent question that had started your previous fun.

“How could I say no to that, darling?”

“You can’t and that’s what I was hoping for.” You explain. “See you then.” You say as you shoo him out of your room with a smile. As you watch him leave, you make eye contact with Steve, who you know was listening in on your conversation from the end of the hallway. You simply wink at him before closing your door.

Dying like a shooting star.

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“What do you think?” You ask Nat and Wanda as you step out from your bathroom to show them your look for the party. You pose with one of your hands on your hip as you flaunt the shiny pink glitter form-fitting dress with a white faux fur cropped coat.

“You look stunning, Y/N.” Wanda compliments you as Nat agrees with her. You blow both of them a kiss as a sign of appreciation.

“Well, you both better be off. I’ll meet you there, I’m waiting for Loki.” You tell them. They both nod and leave your room to head to the party.

Once they are out, you let out a sigh of relief. You catch a glimpse of yourself from the bathroom mirror in the distance. You flatten out your hair and then move to flatten your dress.

“Pick a personality for free when you feel like nobody.”

“Excellent advice.” You jump from the unexpected interruption.

“You have to stop sneaking up on me, Loki.” You explain with a hand over your heart, trying to calm the rapid beating.

“Maybe you should pay attention to your surroundings.” He taunts. “But aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You smile at his words. “You like?” You ask as you gesture to your outfit.

“Very much, darling.”

“Thank you! Now, let’s get moving. I can’t be late to my own party!” You exclaim as you grab his arm to drag him out of your room.

Racing down into oblivion.

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“I had hoped you wouldn’t let me down, Stark.” You say as you finally were able to catch the person who made your party possible. “It’s marvelous!” You praise as you take in the beauty of the decorations.

“Did you really doubt me, kid?” He questions.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time someone let me down.” You say nonchalantly.

Built with a heart, broken from the start.

“You wound me, kid.”

You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. “Shut up. But seriously, thank you.” You tell him. “You’re the closest thing I have to a father figure, you know?” You admit as you give him a sincere hug. He gives you a genuine smile and hugs you back for a second before quickly pulling himself away.

“Don’t get soft on me now, kid.” He teases, making you laugh.

“Trust me, Stark. You won’t have to worry about that.” You promise.

I can feel it coming to the end.

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“You look like a real vision, doll.” You hear as a drink is offered to you.

“Hey there, handsome.” You smile as you take the drink from Bucky.

“I heard you got yourself a date.” Bucky curiously implies as he takes a sip from his drink.

“Is that jealousy I hear, Barnes?” You tease.

“Haha, very funny, doll. Maybe you need to get your ears checked.”

“I think they’re working just fine. I simply wanted to talk with Tony and Loki thought it would be better if I did it by myself.” You explain. “Don’t you worry. You’re still my favorite, handsome.” You whisper to him like you were telling a secret. He lets out a chuckle at your words.

“You’re my favorite too, doll.” He says with a wink. “Listen, I have to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?”

“Steve thinks that Loki has brainwashed you.”

“That’s really stupid.”

“Yeah, I know, doll. He plans on confronting you about it and is going to try to convince you to stay away from him. I tried to tell him that it wouldn’t be a good idea—that you wouldn’t exactly want to talk to him, but you know how Steve is.”

“He really is a gigantic idiot. You know I think all those years in the ice really fucked up his brain.”

“I just wanted to give you a heads up, doll. I know this was supposed to be your night and I didn’t want to ruin your happiness.”

“No, no, handsome. You didn’t ruin a single thing. Thank you for telling me.” You tell him honestly. “If anything you kept this night a happy one for me.”

“Y/N.” You watch as Loki approaches you. “Barnes.” He greets. Bucky just gives him a head nod before leaving the two of you.

“Did you know?” You ask him as you finally take a sip of the drink Bucky had given you.

“That the Captain would plan to do something stupid? Yes, but anyone could guess that, darling.” He tells you.

“I just hoped that maybe this time he wouldn’t.”

“Maybe you should accept the void, the emptiness that lives inside you. Then silly things like love and hope could no longer disappoint you—destroy you. You could no longer be made a fool.” He points out. You glance at him.

You absorb his words. That is what you wanted, right? You would just have a void that is bigger than others. But that won’t bother you. No harm done.

You look back down at your drink before downing it. Loki gives you an amused look. You simply shrug your shoulders at him. “What? I’m not nearly drunk enough to be ready for a conversation with Steve.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

And now I die slow.

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“Y/N! Wow!” Steve’s voice blares in your ear as he steps into your view. “You look beautiful.”

“Hello, Steve. I was wondering when you would find me.” You greet with no emotion on your face. He takes on a confused look on his face, sort of like a lost puppy.

“Listen—“

“I know what you’re going to say, Steve.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest.

“What?”

“Bucky told me.” You explain. “And honestly, it surprises me how dense a single person can be. So, I just want to be clear with you, Steve. Cause apparently it wasn’t obvious enough when I demolished everything you had ever given me. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. And I sure as hell don’t need you to tell me who I can and cannot hang out with.”

“I’m worried about you, Y/N.” He admits, concern lacing his voice.

“Well, don’t!” You shout. “I. Don’t. Need. You.”

“Why are you acting like this? You’ve never acted like this.”

“You mean why am I not following your orders, Captain? Is that it?” You question, arms falling to your side as you step closer to him. “Perhaps you’re right, Stevie. The old Y/N would have listened to anything that came out of your mouth. But she was too naïve. Too blinded by her love for you that she couldn’t see exactly what was going on.”

“You love me?”

That makes you let out a laugh.

“Don’t play dumb now, Steve. You knew I loved you. I did anything and everything you told me to. No questions asked. No doubts given. I was there for you. It was always me! So tell me… Did you love having me bow to your every whim? Did you enjoy leading me on for years? Did you like controlling me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He says unconvincingly. You just scoff at his audacity.

“Your mouth says that, but your eyes scream that you’re guilty. You knew exactly what you were doing. Didn’t you, Stevie?” You watch as he stays quiet, not even looking at you. “Well, I have news for you, Captain.” You spit out, making him look back at you with the use of the term. “You will never use me again. You will never control me again. I promise you that.”

In the valley of the dolls, we sleep.

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eternityunicorn · 5 years

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Christmas Wishes +18

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Tragedy/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Camille O’Connell

Warnings: Smut

Summary: AU Set in Season 3 - Elijah Mikaelson is devastated. Camille O’ Connell was bitten by an enhanced Lucien Castle and is now dying. Ironically enough, it’s nearly a year exactly into her life as a vampire when it happens, meaning it’s nearly Christmas time again. To make her last day memorable, the Mikaelsons throw a lively party, allowing Elijah to make a Christmas wish.

AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: Yet another Camlijah story is here! Again, this comes at the suggestion of the lovely @elejah-wonderland, who is officially my Camlijah partner in crime...lol! Just forewarning you, my lovely readers, this is a sad Christmas story, because I apparently insisted on writing it that way. Even so, I hope you enjoy it!

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They had tried everything, but noting worked. Camille O’Connell was dying from Lucien’s poisonous bite. She was alright for now, but everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before she perished, much like Finn Mikaelson already had.

It was tragic.

Now, most would assume that Elijah’s little brother, Niklaus, was the one who felt the tragedy of her soon-to-be loss the most. By all appearances, they were the closest, particularly in recent times when it became clear that the hybrid didn’t have romantic feelings for Hayley after all, but did, in fact, still felt deeply for his therapist.

However, though nobody knew it, it wasn’t the younger Mikaelson who was the closest to the lovely blonde.

It was the older Original that felt the most for Camille, particularly her inevitable loss. He had kept himself at bay when his brother made his feeling plainly clear for the woman, despite the memories of intimacy that haunted him. He couldn’t forget those moments that they had shared together, the ones that were just for their knowledge and nobody else’s.

The truth still remained a secret, hidden inside his heart forever.

Even so, it had been Elijah’s idea to give Camille one last hurrah, in order for everyone to show their love for the dying woman, so that she could go to the next world in peace. It was nearly Christmas time again, nearly exactly one year since she turned into a vampire. So, the Original decided that they should have a Christmas party, inviting the city to the Mikaelson Compound to celebrate, not only the holiday, but her life.

He had even taken it upon himself to make the preparations, while Niklaus stayed with the lady vampire. He went to each faction, inviting them all to a day of peace and camaraderie personally. Of course, he also told them of Camille’s terminal diagnosis. Once he did, they all agreed to attend without protest.

The young woman had touched a lot of lives in the French Quarter and they all wanted to pay their respects to her.

Before long, everything was set up and ready.

The compound courtyard where the party was to take place had been decorated from top to bottom with garland, lights, and colorful bulbs. A giant white Christmas tree with colorful lights had been erected as well. Tables that were filled with holiday food and drinks a plenty had been set out and a deejay had been compelled to play music.

Yes, this night would be perfect.

Soon, the party was in full swing. Everyone from all corners of the Quarter had come as requested. The festivities were jubilant, just as Elijah had wanted them to be. After all, this was a celebration of life, not a mourning of death.

The unity between the factions of the city for Camille was something extraordinarily amazing. It was touching.

Soon enough, Niklaus brought the lady of honor down from the upstairs rooms to join the rest of them for the party. She had weakened considerably and had to hang onto the hybrid’s arm for support, but she looked lovely anyway, dressed in a simple white dress with her golden locks hanging loosely around her shoulders.

The look of wonder on her sweet face was something that would be burnt into Elijah’s memory forever, joining the others that he’d cherish always. His breath was stolen. She was beautiful, and while he had always known that, he simply hadn’t realized how drawn to that beautiful light of hers until recently. In fact, he found himself moving through the crowds of people toward the lovely blonde as she came down the stairs.

Once Camille reached the bottom, she let go of his little brother’s arm, standing on her own rapidly weakening strength. Many people gathered around her to greet her. Some were witches, others wolves, and others still vampires. None of them looked sad or sympathetic or mournful. No, they all smiled brightly at her, wishing her a Merry Christmas and showing her nothing but their happiness to see her.

Then the young vampire’s blue eyes met Elijah’s brown ones upon his approach and sparks immediately flew, unlike ever before.

Politely, the older Original smiled and held out a hand to the young woman. “If you’d be so kind, Camille, would you join me for a dance?” He asked her.

With an exhausted, but bright smile, she nodded and took his hand in hers, letting him lead her onto the dance floor amongst the many other guests. They came together, swaying to the rather loud and obnoxious music. He held her closer than was necessary, holding the dying lady against him intimately and didn’t care who saw him do so, not even Niklaus.

“This is a lovely Christmas party, Elijah,” Camille said. “I’m glad that I get to enjoy one more before...before the end.” She looked down sadly.

“Let’s not talk about what will come,” he replied sternly, lifting her gaze back up to his own. “Tonight is for you, my dear. A night of celebration, in honor of a wonderful woman who has touched the lives of many and is loved by all who know her, including myself.”

The blonde smiled as tears welled up in her eyes at his touching words. “Elijah, that’s so sweet! It means a lot to me,” she replied, and taken by emotion, she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

The Original wasn’t at all surprised by her display of affection. In fact, he welcomed it readily.

When she leaned back to beam at him, he found himself smiling at her just as brightly. His heart was full of emotions for this woman and for the moment, none of them were focused upon the devastation of grief over her unavoidable fate that he couldn’t not stop nor the regret he felt over not realizing he had fallen in love with the lovely therapist ages ago.

No. The only things he felt for her right now were feelings of joy, contentment, and deep affection. This was perfect.

Eventually, after dancing for what seemed like hours, Elijah invited Camille to go somewhere private with him. He had bought a simple gift for the lady and had wanted to give it to her in a place where it was just the two of them.

The elegant vampire brought her into his study, where he opened one of the drawers in the desk and pulled out of a medium sized jewelry box. He had acquired the contents weeks ago when he had realized his true feelings for her and had hoped to have the opportunity to confess them to her with the romantic gesture.

Though he understood that Niklaus was in love with Camille too, Elijah simply couldn’t deny himself the chance to tell her how he felt any longer, in hopes of finding out that she felt the same.

Originally, when he had formulated this plan, the ancient vampire hadn’t expected this moment to come in the lady’s final hours. It was supposed to be a happy moment with long term intentions, a future that they could share together.

As usual, he had held back for too long, waiting until tragedy happened to let go.

Pushing that terrible truth out of his mind, he went to the expectant lady and presented her with the red velvet box. “I got this for you,” he told her, as he opened it and showed her what was inside.

Camille’s eyes widened in surprise.

There was a matching set of diamond earrings and a white gold necklace with a diamond pendant, all shaped like stars. It wasn’t much, only a small token, but Elijah thought that the set were perfect for the young vampire. They had spoken to him, reminding him of her, when he had first laid eyes on the jewelry.

“Elijah, it’s gorgeous,” the therapist awed, gazing up from the box at him. “But what’s the occasion? I mean, I know I’m dying and it’s almost Christmas, but why would you get me this?”

“Well, in truth, I have a confession to make,” Elijah answered, putting the box down on his desk and lifting the necklace out to put it on her, which she allowed by turning around and pushing her hair out of the way. “As you know, for certain reasons, I tend to keep others at bay and more so, I make it a point to keep my feelings for others hidden. For their own protection mostly - and my own. However, every now and again, I tend to meet someone who breaks through my defenses, rendering me unable to hide my affections.”

Once the necklace was in place, the Original paused to collect the star shaped diamond stud earrings and handed them to Camille, who gladly put them on.

He licked his lower lip and then carried on, “I know we’ve shared intimacy a few times in the past, and at the time, I didn’t know for sure what it meant, the draw I had to you. I was a fool. But I know now. And though you don’t have much time, Camille, I have to tell you just this once, before it’s too late, that I love you.”

The dying woman didn’t look surprised by his confession. In fact, she looked relieved.

“It’s about time,” she said with a small smile, closing the distance until they were mere inches from each other. “Took you until I was dying to confess the way you feel about me. Though, I suspected it all along, particularly ever since our road trip. I suppose the delay is to be expected and I suppose it’s better late than never, as well.”

Elijah flashed her a tiny lopsided grin, “Is this your way of saying you feel the same way about me, Miss O’Connell?”

The blonde vampire laughed lightly, “Yes, yes, it is!”

Then Camille reached for him, grabbing onto the sides of his face and drawing his mouth to hers in a tender kiss. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, while the other reached to cup the side of her neck, taking control from her. His tongue demanded entrance and she granted it without hesitation, letting him sweep inside her mouth to taste her hungrily.

Yes, this moment made the evening perfect. Though, he would forever regret not telling her how he felt sooner, Elijah was glad that he finally got around to doing so, even though their time was short.

Suddenly, his thoughts were disrupted when Camille’s legs gave out and she let out a moan of pain. The Original pulled back to see her distressed. It seemed their time was shortening quicker than he had hoped. By the way, she looked up at him weakly in apology, it was likely that she wouldn’t last the night.

Though, there wasn’t any surprise in that. Freya, Elijah’s older sister, had already said as much, which was why he had put together the party still going on downstairs.

The Original lifted the weakened woman up into his arms like a bride and carried her into the next room - his bedroom, where he laid her down upon the bed gently. She moaned in pain again, but opened her eyes to gaze at him lovingly.

“I know that I don’t have a lot of time left,” Camille told him, “and I don’t want to die with any regrets. So, I want you to make love to me, Elijah.”

“As much as I would love to, I’m not sure that is such a good idea,” he replied gently, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “You need to conserve your strength, dearest Camille, and I should probably gather the others, particularly Niklaus, so that we can all be with you...in these twilight hours of yours.”

Weakly, she sat up part way and reached for his arm as he moved to get up. She grinned mischievously at him despite her weakened state. “In a little while, perhaps. You know, the last time you told me something wasn’t a good idea, it ended up working out rather well,” she said. “You didn’t want to go on that road trip, but once you were convinced, it was the best time you had in a long time.”

Elijah chuckled, recalling that road trip vividly, “True, but circumstances are different this time, I’m afraid.”

“Please, Elijah?” She practically begged him. “Grant this dying woman’s wish?”

“Camille -,” he began to protest again.

The weakened woman gripped his wrist firmer as she sincerely said, “Today was supposed to be the beginning of the rest of our lives together, but due to circumstances, we only have tonight. So, please Elijah, stay with me - be with me.”

He laughed gently, tempted into doing as she asked, and leaned over to kiss her lips gently. “You are very persuasive, do you know that? I cannot resist your bewitching words.”

It was her turn to laugh, but it was swallowed up by his kissing her again. This time, it was more passionate, heated and full of want. If she wanted one last night with him, then who was he to deny her? After all, it was her dying wish.

Knowing time was short, the elegant vampire made quick work of his own clothes, using his heightened speed to undress until he was bare of clothing. Then he joined Camille on the bed, coming to rest between her parted thighs and resuming his kissing of her. Just from the intimacy of their bodies so close to each other, he was aflame with desire for her, despite her fragile condition.

He didn’t dare tear her own clothing from her since it was the only ones she had. Instead, Elijah simply hiked up her dress until it revealed the majority of her creamy flesh to him, save for her undergarments that covered her intimates, and set to work loving her body. His hands caressed her soft skin unhurriedly and his lips followed their trail, down her form.

Then he lifted her hips and pulled her white panties from her, exposing her wet center to him. The scent of her arousal was already strong and it only served to make him more hungry for her. He tossed the thin scrap of material aside, moving up to capture her mouth in a heated kiss again, before letting his lips caress her cheek, her jaw, and then her neck in loving, open mouthed kisses.

Simultaneously, he moved into position between her thighs, lining his hardened cock up with her moist heat and slowly sinking into her until he was fully seated inside. Despite time being not of abundance, the Original was unhurried in his taking of the lovely blonde. He movements were gentle and full of care - and love.

Camille sighed and moaned, curling her limbs around him loosely, her strength weak. He could feel the festering wound from Lucien on her arm as it scraped against his skin, but he paid it little attention. Elijah was completely focused upon the woman he loved, focusing on the bliss of being with her and nothing more.

Soon enough, his strokes grew in intensity, as he began a quicker pace, at her encouragement.

“I love you, Elijah,” Camille sighed in his ear as she pulled him against her.

The Original groaned into her neck. Her words made his heart soar. However, he kept the regret that threaten to well up inside him for not getting an earlier opportunity to hear those words from her lips at bay. He wouldn’t let it ruin this moment. They were together now and that was all that mattered.

“I love you too, darling,” he murmured back. “I always well.”

They began to pant and moan in unison as his hips moving faster still. The pleasure of being with this wonderful woman, whom had done so much for him and his family, began to take hold of him.

It was the same for her too. She began to arch into him, her nails raking his back as she did. Her walls began to constrict around his cock, signally the end was near.

Then it happened and Camille quietly cried out into the room, as her orgasm took her. Her end brought about Elijah’s own and with only a few more quick, hard thrusts, he was spilling inside her with a mighty groan.

Before he could slump against her, he rolled over and drew her to him, so that she cuddled into his side, as to not force her to take his weight in her weak state.

They didn’t speak for a long time, only enjoyed the bliss of being together. Nothing else mattered for a little while longer, but eventually the reality of what was happening to the young woman couldn’t be ignored. Her breath became labored and it was obvious her strength was leaving her quickly. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You know, every Christmas season my family makes wishes for the future,” Elijah murmured into Camille’s hair, as he stroked her side tenderly. “Do you want to hear my wish for you, dearest Camille? Do you want to know what I hope for?”

“Sure,” she sighed into his chest.

He smiled with sad fondness, “What I wish for this Christmas is that one day you and I will meet again, not here in this life, but in the next one. I hope that we will find each other in the afterlife, and that there, we shall find the upmost happiness together that we were denied here. I apologize for taking so long to give you my love, but it is yours. Always and forever.”

Camille hummed weakly, but said nothing. She had fallen unconscious.

Yes, it wasn’t long now at all.

Gently, Elijah removed himself from her embrace and laid her back against the pillows, knowing he had to go tell the others what was happening. However, first he redressed himself quickly and put her panties back in place, as well as put her dress down so that it covered her form. He made certain that nothing was out of place, though he didn’t have the heart to move her from his bed, despite knowing it would raise questions.

It didn’t matter now, if her presence there did. His love was leaving him, going to a place he could not follow.

Before he left the room, Elijah pressed his lips to her forehead one last time and received her thoughts.

“Elijah, I have a Christmas wish for you too,” she said to him in her mind. “I wish for you to not mourn me. I wish wholeheartedly for you to simply cherish the time that we had together. Finally, I wish you noting but happiness going forward. I do hope you find happiness, somewhere, someday, and not just you, but Klaus and Hayley and Freya and Vincent. I love you all, but I love you the most, Elijah Mikaelson...always and forever....”

With tears in his eyes, the Original pulled away from her. His heart threatened to shatter with the loss he felt, knowing within a short time, Camille would be gone forever. However, he had to smile, because he also knew that she would be watching over him and the others too, like the angel that she had been in life.

Knowing that brought comfort to him, as did the hope that his Christmas wish would come true, that one day, they would be together again in the afterworld.

In the meantime, Elijah swore that he would do his best to make her own Christmas wish for him and his family come true. He would bring peace to them all, in honor of Camille, the woman he had loved and lost all in the same night.

And he’d have her shining light to guide him.

His very own angel.

The End

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nickiplague · 5 years

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Sorcerers & Spellbooks

"And with the power of insane double Nat20s on Cedric and Sofia's part, our 4 year long adventure comes to a close!" Roland let out a laugh and wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh Sofia, We"re gonna miss you and Cedric at game night!" He smiled fondly at the young woman before him, she may be his step-daughter, but he loved her just as much as his twins.

"It'll be soo strange not to have you two over every month for the game!" Miranda walked around the table towards the kitchen, stopping to kiss her daughter's head and give Cedric's shoulder a squeeze. "I hope you have fun at your new place! Where was it again? In L.A.? Or a nearby suburb?"

"Mom let me help you with dinner! James help Dad clear the table. Battle maps are good for a game, but not for pot roast!" Sofia laughed as she rushed after her mom to help. "Oh! Amber, I almost ran into you!" Her sister turned her around and gently pushed her back to her husband.

"You two are the guests of honor tonight, don't make me sick Ruby and Jade on you." Amber nodded at Sofia's best friends gathering everyone's character sheets, they stopped long enough to act 'threatening' and continued collecting everything. "Everyone is here to bring the campaign to a close and send you off to your new adventure! Not to mention the free food!"

Sofia knew it and was soo grateful. She thought this was gonna be a quiet send off for 'little Sofia' and 'Cedric the Sorcerer' but everyone who has been a part of the game had come together to make this a whole goodbye party. Ruby and Jade, Lucy, Vivi, Amber and James, Mom, even Mr. Wick the 2nd hand at her family's company, and of course her Dad the DM. She leaned into Cedric's arms and hoped that they found a group to play with in L.A. Life just wasn't as fun without the promise of D&D day at the end of the month…

"Dearest, are you alright?" Her ever patient and amazing husband was combing through her hair with his fingers, staring down at her with those beautiful brown eyes of his shining with worry and love. "Is anything wrong? Do you need a moment?" He was always so considerate of her above all else.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder and muttered into his shirt, "I'm okay, everything is just soo wonderful. I'm scared and excited and sad and happy all at once!" She grabbed for his hand and found it ready as always, "Everyone is here to say goodbye and it just makes it all seem that much more real, you know?"

He squeezed her hand and brought it to his lips, "I know exactly how you feel." He kissed her hand and in a gentle voice, "Do you want to say goodbye to everyone now and get it over with?"

"I…" She trailed off and looked around at her friends and family all gathered around helping to make sure everything was put away neatly and saw Lucy steal a kiss from Jade while James and Ruby teased them good naturedly. Over by the bookshelf Mr. Wick and Vivi were chatting while putting away Dad's collection of game manuals.Dad was shutting his 'Cabinet of Doom' from which his many maps emerged. "I think I wanna wait til after dinner…" She knew she was just delaying the inevitable, but she didn't want to pull down from the high of victory so soon.

"It's time for dinner everyone!" Amber's clear, regal voice rang through the house summoning the extended family back to the dining room. She and Miranda came in, arms weighed down with food, "I hope you're ready for a feast, Mom has truly outdone herself this time!" Laughing as they set the spread across the table, the two worked in tandem just like before Amber got her own apartment and moved out closer to the city.

"Now Amber, knowing how many people were going to be here I didn't have much choice! Besides that this will probably be my last chance for a while to cook for such a large crowd." She glanced at the approaching group and finished her quick rant, "You and James are off in the city, you working to take over the company and James with his own security business. Now Sofia and Cedric are going off to L.A. I have hardly anyone to cook for anymore!"

Two strong hands reached out taking the roast from her and setting it down, "You still have me my Queen." Roland leaned down and gave Miranda a sweet kiss as she blushed. "Did you make my favorite?" She nodded and he whooped like a child, "Woo! Jiggly Wiggly Pudding!" Everyone chuckled at his antics as they all converged on the table and without much to do they had their meal.

There was much talk throughout dinner about Cedric's new job and where in Silicon Valley it was actually located. How he was a regular 'tech wizard' and what would Sofia be doing. Discussing her prospects around the theatre and dance scene and how intense it was in L.A. proper, but it was a bit more relaxed in the surrounding area. Finally everyone had finished and Miranda had gone into grab the pudding and everyone kept glancing at the guests of honor wistfully. They would miss them for sure, but they were excited for their future!

Miranda called Roland to help her bring it out and they came our not with pudding, but with a large and lovely two tiered cake dripping in purple buttercream flowers and interestingly decorated by green circuit paths made of fondant. It was impressive how they managed to not clash, but somehow complement each other.

"Well, surprise! I made this cake for you two since this is your going away party! I just thought I-I could give *sniff* give you a little something...oh my baby I am going to miss you!" Sofia met her mom halfway with a tight hug, both beginning cry. "Oh sweetheart I am soo happy for you two, but I'm gonna miss being able to drive over and visit you on a whim. Or when you come into the store looking for a new pair of shoes when I know full well you donate every pair you buy. And I'm never gonna stop being proud of that." With great difficulty they pulled apart and saw almost everyone else tearing up if not full on crying.

"We'll all miss you Sofia!" It was Vivi, sweet, shy Vivi who called this out of all people. "You are the most caring person around. You've touched us all and we will miss you so, so much!' A chorus of agreement echoed around them.

"Yeah Sof! We're gonna miss you here, but you give it your all out there in L.A. and if anyone tries to hurt you give us a call. The men and women of Princely Protection will make a trip out west to make sure you're safe." James laughed while wiping his eyes. Jade whooped in agreement.

"Everyone…I...we don't know what to say." Sofia stood up Cedric stood as well, putting an arm around her waist and holding her hand. "We'll miss you all too! I know I'll be happy so long as I'm with Cedric, but I'll be leaving pieces of my heart back here with you guys too! Take care of them and yourselves!" She smiled with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"I know I am not near so close with all of you as my beloved is, but I still feel like we've all become friends as well and all I can say is thank you and I hope you can trust me to keep Sofia safe and happy in your stead." Laughter and encouragement was heard from all and he smirked he'd one last thing to say, "Okay, okay, enough of all this! Time to eat some cake!"

They ended their last night all together parting with tears and laughter. After hugging her parents and siblings goodbye one last time the two L.A. bound drove to their empty apartment and full U-haul. "Cedric, I'm so happy we got to have that. And I can't wait for our adventures to come! Let's get some sleep, we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow!"

As they made their way to their room Cedric wrapped his arms around her, kissing down her neck, "I think it's early enough for a last hurrah before bed tonight..." With a giggle his wife agreed and they retired to their room for the last time, eager to begin a new adventure in the morning.

Okie dokie, that one just kept going! Lol I didn't know how to end it really, so I think I may have run it into the ground? I dunno! I need more practice, hope you enjoyed though!

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Rewatching “Gotham” S5E4

Not in chronological order, yaaaayyyy...

Also the other reaction posts for Episodes 8-10 are still a work in progress so hang on!

My sister watched it with me (as well as another episode in S5 and we both plan on watching the series finale together) so my comments will be in bold, and hers will be in regular font. Author’s notes courtesy of me will be bolded and italicized.

AN: I managed to record our reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

This is going to be fun.

“Shut up and die [Oswald].” *starts singing “Waking Up in Vegas” by Katy Perry*

You are really going to hell.

I am. It’s a curse.

*Recap shows Haven blowing up* Welp.

Ahhhh that freaking shot [of the burning teddy bear]

Hell of a shot to open with

MMMMM....

Also that one [of the people getting out]. That one’s good.

This whole opening just leaves you so numb.

Right? Holy shit.

And I do like that the other villains are so shocked and horrified at this.

Right, yeah.

Yeah, like you have Penguin and Ed and the other people are like “Oh my God...”

Yeah...

Oh you better not-

*Barbara points her gun at an unsuspecting Oswald* Oh come on, his back is turned!

Not right nooowww!

That’s bullshit!

*both look uncomfortable when we hear a baby crying in the background*

Everyone’s just kinda grabbing each other!

*grabs my sister and shakes her by the shoulders* It’s like “Jim!” “Harvey!” “Oswald!”

*one more time* “Bruce!” No, I’m kidding.

*laughs* Christ!

Yeah, whenever they use orange lighting in this show, it’s like “Ah yes, give me more!”

Except you know it means shit’s about to go down.

I know.

Or some shit has already gone down.

*Jim looks at the ruins of Haven* Shiiit...

*Harvey hands back the badge Jim gave to Will* Nooooooo....

*sighs*

Nooooo... come on. God dang it.

*Opening titles roll* So yeah, how’s that for an opening?

Noooo...

“As of now, death toll stands at 311.” Jesus!

“49 injured, more than 2 dozen left unaccounted for.” *very softly* Oh my God.

I swear to God she’s [Secretary Walker] an al Ghul somewhere.

AN: This was actually recorded a few weeks ago. Little did I know...

“But whoever destroyed that building can't destroy the hope we've built.” That’s not gonna do shit!

Yeah, that one lady in the crowd’s like “Oh my God...” SAAAME!

That’s not gonna do shit, Jim!

“How are you [Jim] gonna stop it from happening again?!?” Good question! Honestly right now, Jim, you’re not lookin’ so hot.

I know!

Luciusss!!

“Nothing makes sense anymore.” Someone say “It’s Gotham.” Please God!

“SELINA!” They just leave his [Bruce’s] ass there...

God... poor Bruce.

That’s gonna be nightmare inducing.

Yeahhh-

*Some of Ecco’s goons come in* OH NOOO COME ON!

Ohhh the Ecco goons!

Can I preemptively say “[expletive] that noise?”

*chuckles*

Also, I love this bit right here:

*laughs when Bruce tries throwing a wrench at a goon and missing him by a long shot* Worth the shot, buddy!

Ugghh, so close!

*Alfred comes to the rescue* AL-FRED!

YES!!

LET’S GO!

YESSS!

“I was afraid you didn’t get my signal. Lucius said the range was only a couple of miles.” Where’d he get that?!?

*at same time* What is that?!?

We already get that he’s Batman: he’s pulling solutions out of his ass.

It’s Lucius.

I guess.

“How did that happen?” “I [Bruce] let my guard down.” *aside* You do that a lot, buddy! You’ll do it more in the future!

“She’s [Selina] gone after Jeremiah, alone.” *silently hurrahs*

OK, why is she [Barbara] wearing like a dominatrix outfit?

I mean, her last outfit was covered in filth so... also she has Penguin’s hair.

Yeah but- the leather corset? Really? C’mon...

“We heard people talking about a shady guy working around Haven before it blew.” “This is Gotham. You’re [Barbara] gonna have to do better than ‘shady guy.’“ *both giggle*

“How about a location? A building in the northeast corner of Harlow Park. He says the guy's holed up there.” Also, they really need to release an official map for this because I have no idea where everything is.

They really need to.

Like I know that they use the actual No Man’s Land map

Right... but this continuity strays so much from regular DC continuity that not all of that might apply.

Yeah. It’s like “Oh the Soothsayers are in the Granton district in the Dark Zone” and I’m like “Well where is that?!?”

Yeah.

Amusement Mile?!? I know Ace Chemicals is in the Dark Zone.

Of course it is!

It’s near Crime Alley.

‘Course it damn well is!

But Crime Alley’s in Firefly’s zone. I think, yeah.

Que interesante...

Ohhh that lightinggg!

*Penguin and Co. wait for Jim in the precinct* Ohh c’mon... c’mon dude.

Digging the eyepatch on that guy [henchman] though

*mouths along with Oswald saying “woefully apparent”*

“…you [Jim] are outmanned, outgunned, and out of options.” *sings* OUTNUMBERED, OUTPLANNED!

Hey yo, I’m gonna need a right hand man!

*groans* I’m already dreading this.

“Take all you can carry.” Arm yourselves to the teeth. You’re gonna need it.

Also, they did not kill the dog.

Oh thank God.

Just to let you know!

“WE’RE NOT GONNA KILL THE DOG!”

TZE CHUN, THANK YOU!

“What do you [Jim] say, partner?” Don’t ever say that again.

Yee-haw.

You’ve yee-d your last haw.

*laughs*

*Ed wakes up* Nooo, who gives a shit about Ed? Who gives a shit? I don’t give a shit!

*aside* It’s gonna become a lot more important.

I like this music here [when Ed investigates the suitcase] actually

*both end up scatting it*

Just sounds like they’re banging a bunch of coconuts together.

*both sing* BIG ONES, SMALL ONES, SOME AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD!

*imitates Ed saying “I’ve been on a trip!” hand gesture included*

*both tilt our heads in unison to read the message on Ed’s hand*

“KNOWS WHAT?!?” Me.

Oh my God...

That’s the campaign poster [of Oswald] in S3!

Also I like how the cop cars have the grills and bars on the front and on the windshield.

Yeah... smart move!

“To hell with Penguin. Haven wasn't your fault.” “I [Jim] told the people it was safe. I made them into a target.” You know Penguin’s right there! He can hear you.

*One of the cop cars drive past Jim* Don’t park in the puddle! Noooo that’s what they diddd-

No they didn’t. Nevermind.

*giggles when Oswald pulls out a megaphone*

“There goes the element of surprise.” *both laugh*

Oh my God, he freaking winked at Jim! Oswald, you-

Oh noooo...

*Another shot at the group* Yep.

“We’re sitting ducks out here.” “And one Penguin. Hey Oswald, why don’t you crawl out there, grab that bullhorn, tell him to come out here quietly?” *both laugh*

*both imitate Oswald’s insulted “Yooouu…”*

“Pretty cozy up here. Thanks guys.” C’mon buddy! C’mon!

*claps hands* Give us him!

Give us the goods!

Give us!

“Zsasz?!?” Yassss....

“Oh hey guys, what’s up?” *both laugh*

Oh my God, I’ve missed him!

*Victor blows Oswald a kiss* YAASSSS!!

ZSAAAAAAAAAASZZZ...

ZSAAAAAAASZZZZ....

ZSAAAASSSZZZZ HONEY!

ZSAAAASSZZZZ!

*giggles* Yaaasss....

Oh my God what. Is that Selina?!?

No, that’s Ed.

Freakin- what is it with him and the bad disguises?!?

But like he got through the entire precinct like that!

Everyone wasn’t paying attention! If they were paying attention, they would’ve just ripped it [the blanket] off of him!

I know!

“I can still see your face.” “Not when I do this, you can’t.”

*laughs*

It’s literally that!

It is.

*Ed runs into Lucius* Ohhh yess! I really like these two interacting.

Lucius!

“I am given and I am taken. I was there from your first breath and I will follow you until your death.” Oh screw off!

Your name.

“Call it a personal matter.” I love that!

His little poses!

Yes yes!

“Well I'm [Ed] guessing you [Lucius] don't want money, because, uh, it's worthless. I don't tend to carry snacks on me. And if I had any bullets, I would just shoot you and take the folder.” I really want somebody to be like “I’ll give you a load of bullets for a box of Cheez-Its.” “DONE!”

*laughs* Would you like the other half of this cosmic brownie?

My God, THIS MAN GOES FREE!

You know who Chris Chalk kinda reminds me of? The ally guy from “Conquest of the Planet of the Apes?”

Yeah, it does...

Hari Rhodes! That’s the actor!

*giggles insanely when Ed tries to take the file from Lucius and utterly fails*

What the frick?

“I [Victor] did not make that building go boom, Jim.” *both laugh*

What a way to say that.

“You gave up any shred of honor long ago! Why should we believe a snake like you?!?” “Because I would never take credit for somebody’s else’s work?” *raises pen in air in agreement*

Well duh!”

“Is this about Sofia Falcone? You should really move past that. It’s not healthy.” *both giggle*

This man...

This man! He was probably raised in the South. He would probably go “Hey y’all! You’ve yee-d your last haw...”

Noooo noooo... he feels more like a California guy.

Yeah... *starts singing the theme song for “The OC”*

*Everyone starts firing at Zsasz* Zsasz is just like “Nope!’

“Nope!”

That’s the most casual duck. Just rolls out of the way!

Come on, Jim!

I’m kinda wondering why they never got “Um guys, there’s a freaking concrete wall between windows. He could just hide behind that!”

Or they could just like aim at an angle.

Yeah...

Get in the room!

This isn’t rocket science.

*both crack up when Zsasz goes for a drink break*

*still laughing* What an asshole!

*Jim body slams Zsasz to the ground* WHAA-

LET’S GO!

Right through the snack table!

And they destroyed his bowl of chips.

“[Victor] Glad to see you’re still with us.” This man has never given a shit in his entire life.

“Thank you, thank you. You were great. Glad there are no hard feelings.” I’ll be here all week. Try the veal!

*laughs* That was priceless.

“Allow me [Oswald] to deal with him [Victor].” No!

No!

“If he did this, I need to know if it was a part of something larger.” Jim, you’re always a part of something larger! READ THE SCENE!

Oh my God, they got Zsasz sitting in the back. Zsasz is probably gonna like try to strike up a conversation.

“So, how was life?” “Oh my God, shut up....”

It’s that bit in “Civil War:” “So you like cats.”

“Sam.”

This is Tony Stank!

*Selina follows Ecco and the new followers into the work site* Oh here we go, here we go. Here we go!

Oh Jesus... the belly of the beast.

Also, that place must smell like just terrible.

Right?!??! If this place doesn’t smell like an armpit, then...

*Sykes dies* ...oh God.

“Well, not with that attitude you’re not.” *leans far and away from screen*

Bitch.

“Everyone, let’s reach inside and dig a little deeper, shall we?” You prick.

*turns towards me* Don’t you dare [sing]

*leans away when Jeremiah licks blood off his knife* HI THANKS NO BYE!

*both groan in disgust*

YOU NASTY! YOU TWO [Jeremiah and Ecco] DESERVE EACH OTHER, ya- mmmmmm!

Honestly though, I am kink-shaming. I am kink-shaming so hard.

*chuckles* They’re carrying his [Sykes] body out in a wheelbarrow.

OK, but like the Tim Curry voice- that’s an affectation! He’s just putting that on to sound impressive.

*laughs when Jeremiah stops talking to himself and awkwardly clears his throat when Ecco walks in*

He’s like “Mm-mm! Sorry! Helloooo!”

*Jeremiah grabs Ecco by the neck to inspect her scar* Noooooo...

He’s lookin’ right at the bullet...

Eeuughh...

“Bruce Wayne, and his sidekick Curls? Or is he the sidekick?” That’s still such a great line.

“And Curls can walk. Really well. Especially… for a paraplegic.” *done*

*softly laughs in shock* Oh my God...

*Jeremiah purrs appreciatively at Ecco* How have these two not eaten each other alive at this point-

*sinks down in chair when Jeremiah dismisses Ecco* Oh my God, that was a ghost kiss! I HATE YOU!

“OK recruits, let’s do like my daddy did before my sixth birthday and move out!” *both laugh*

That is a hell of a line!

*Selina follows Ecco and her group* Yeah, you see him [Jeremiah] in the background just whip around!

Yeaahhh!

That was like a horror movie thing, where the monster just whips around. You can imagine a little scare chord in the background.

Right?!?

Also, I like how they establish that relationship in like under a minute.

Yeah...

Like yes, that is how you do it.

That was good.

Eat that, “Suicide Squad!”

“Evidence of deflagration would suggest something with a slower burn rate, like gunpowder or nitroglycerin.” “But for this level of destruction, that would require a bomb that's 20 cubic feet of explosive material.” Or a baZOOKA!

People just really love their RPGs in this show.

People just really love bazookas. Bane uses one in the Bane Red Trailer

“Man walks into a room, alone, and is later found murdered. There are no windows, and one door, which is locked from the inside.” *whispers* Toxic gas. No I’m kidding.

“The bomb was the building.” *imitates the way Ed says “the bomb”*

I love that.

*Ed and Lucius figure out how the building blew up* This makes the forensics class part of me just so happy.

“Ow! That’s a really nice table.” *both chuckle*

“We got a dozen witnesses that saw you [Victor] walk out of that building before it went kabooey.” *in unison* Kabooey.

“Hey, do you guys have any canned peaches? Man, I'd trade an arm and a leg for that right now. Not mine, somebody else's.” *both laugh*

Man, I missed him!

I know! I’m gonna miss him so much!

“And, guys, those were warning shots. I mean, if I really wanted to kill you you'd be dead.” If you guys could aim in this show.

Right?

I mean it’s not like the *pretends to shoot around something*

“If I blew up a building full of people, I would have covered every inch of my body in sweet, sweet scars.” Can we see them?

*gives me a weird look*

His scars! We only see them once [way back in S1].

I’d [Victor] let Alvarez do it. He’s handsome.” *both chuckle*

OK, but if the Gotham fandom isn’t already shipping them, I’m gonna be very disappointed.

*tries not to say anything without laughing*

Your stunned silence is very reassuring.

“Looks like you need a new suspect.” *in Southern drawl* Looks like it wasn’t Zsasz!

*Oswald arrives at the precinct* Go to hell!

I love that shot of him.

“I know the wheels of justice turn slowly, so I'm here to provide - a modicum of grease.” A what of what?

He said “grace” like “grease.”

What of what? I don’t know. I don’t know diction anymore.

“Oh, I did not expect you to go soft, Jim... Actually, I did, which is why I didn’t come alone.” OH COME ON!

*nods*

ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?

“Torturing- torturing Zsasz into confessing won't give the people justice.” And it’s not a very effective way of getting answers either! Because they’re gonna say anything to make it stop.

Also, take a shot every time Oswald refers to Jim as “old friend.”

You’d be dead.

“There will be a trial!” I still really wanted an episode like the “Trial” episode from the animated series. That would have been so cool!

*waves at screen when Zsasz gets escorted out* Bye Zsasz... you’re gonna be high as a kite the next time we see you.

We see him more in this episode.

OK.

The last episode he’s in, he’s just like “Whaauggh!”

*laughs* What a way to go out though.

Harvey just tackles you?

I mean, if I’m gonna go out, I’m gonna go out high as a paper kite too.

*gives her the strangest look*

*laughs* You’re judging me so hard!

*shakes head* I can’t believe you.

I say that like I know what the hell getting high even feels like.

I love that this lazy ass [Haven bomber] just like leaves all the stuff there. He’s like “Oh, we gotta scatter it! Kick!”

“I truly hope you find whoever did this and make them pay.” So he [Ed] didn’t do it.

*shakes my head like the liar I am*

OK...

“I appreciate your help, Ed. Couldn’t have done it without you. If you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it.” *chuckles*

[Ed] You have one friend. Kind of.

He so badly wants to say “No, god dammit!” but he can’t!

Censorship!

This show isn’t rated high enough. Let Edward say [expletive]

*wheezes* He’s not that kind of person who would say that.

Oswald would!

He would. I made that meme thing!

Yeah that’s true.

Ed would catch himself and go “Oh... fart.”

“PENN, WHERE THE F-”

*both laugh*

Oh, that was brilliant*

*The crowd at the trial becomes unruly* Fight, fight, fight!

Oh God...

“Look at them, Harvey.” Not another speech!

Now see, that [mural behind the staircase in Oswald’s place] is like Bioshock! That big- isn’t there a big mural in the-

Yeahhh, in the church, yeah!

For the workforce?

I dunno, this is more like OG Bioshock instead of Bioshock Infinite.

Yeah.

Because we’re past the religious stuff.

Ohh the purple lighting behind him [Oswald].

“So, will I [Victor] be appointed a lawyer? I feel like my rights are being violated.” I mean, technically they are.

Wait, they actually have somewhere there like transcribing the whole thing [trial]!

I also like that he’s [Oswald] wearing the sash that the choir members wore.

Yep...

He [Oswald] paid off the witnesses though! This is-

No! Yeah, they said money is useless, so why would Oswald pay them off?

True... but this is obviously just a sham trial.

It is! It’s a kangaroo court. I love “The Dark Knight Rises.”

Also I like that goon in the background that looks like Neo from “The Matrix.” With the long coat- no, that’s Morpheus. Nevermind.

“It was a bomb.” *chuckles* It was a big one.

“For months now, you've been hearing me [Jim] say help is coming.” IT AIN’T!

“This is not justice.” This is where I pull out that quote from the first “Dark Phoenix” trailer and just insert it in here.

“I’ll [Oswald] consider that your [Jim’s] closing argument.” That was like his opening and closing argument!

Though it did put me in mind of a much better speech from “Camelot”: “They have forgotten justice, they want revenge, revenge the most worthless of causes.”

*Crowd calls Zsasz guilty* What the hell were you [Jim] expecting?

Welp.

And Zsasz is like “Great...” Good job, Jim!

Thanks for that, Jim!

Great job!

There is a guillotineeee!

Oh come onnn!

They probably got it from like the natural history museum.

Sheesh...

Also, why would they have a guillotine in the natural history museum of Gotham?

Because this place is [expletive] up all the way up to the ears.

“Any last words?” [Oswald] YOU PUT TAPE ON HIS MOUTH, YOU ASSHOLE!

*laughs when Victor gives his muffled last words* He’s just stalling, I love it!

“Well said.” *laughs*

*Victor gets rescued at the last minute* Ohhh ho ho ho!

Shit, that was close!

*imitates Oswald yelling “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”

I actually really hope we see Zsasz in the time jump.

I hope so.

I will be so happy.

*Jim shoves Oswald to the ground* MOM, HE PUSHED ME!

You self-serving asshole!

“What choice do I [Jim] have? Either I let him [Victor] go, or he's dead for something he didn't do.” Either that or it’s like the final scene from “Se7en.”

*very softly* Eesh...

WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!? No. Zsasz is not up for that.

No.

I think he begrudgingly gets along with Barbara so he wouldn’t do that.

“This city will never be what you it to be, Jim. It’s always gonna belong to the bad guys… like me.” Yes.

“What?” “Yeah, what?” *scoffs in hilarity*

“Give him your gun.” OK, I hate this because Jim wants him [Victor] to shoot him.

Come on...

He wants a shootout!

“Maybe I'm just tired of listening to you, Victor.” Jim, come on!

*groans in frustration*

I like that shot though [of Victor being offered Harvey’s gun]. It’s like one of the westerns, with the blurry background.

“Do it.” No...

Jim, what are you, stupid?

*sits back in relief when Victor turns him down* Oh thank God...

“So [Victor] get the hell out of my face.” So why did he [Jim] want a shoot out? He just wanted an excuse to arrest him again?

It’s guess it’s just kind of the built up anger. Plus the fact that everything Jim has tried to do has utterly failed.

Yeah...

So he’s at the end of his rope and given up everything.

That’s true, yeah.

Ooohh that’s [the lighting for that shot of the tunnel workers walking down the hall] cool.

Yeah, where the hell is this?

I don’t know... it looks like an old parking garage.

It does!

*All the tunnel workers get knocked out* Oh dear.

*claps when Bruce emerges from the shadows and catches up to Alfred* LET’S GOOOOO! Yess!

Alfred being a badass!

*laughs when Jeremiah starts fanning himself with his hat*

*done*

*mouths along with Jeremiah’s line about the river, with eyebrows and all*

“So what do we do when we feel like giving up?” “Dig a little deeper.” *has to sit forward in an attempt not to laugh/sing*

*still done*

*eyes widen when Selina walks up to Jeremiah and stabs him*

“Deep enough?” Let’s go.

Damn.

“Well Selina, I must say-“ Yeah, the Tim Curry voice is an affectation.

Yeah.

Stab number two. Stab number three.

*in unison* Four. Five! Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

God...

Ho-ly shit!

*Jeremiah drops to the ground* And he’s alive after that.

*shakes head*

*Selina gets hit in the head with a tool* Ohhhhhh! That oughta hurttt!

Yeah.... Jesus.

Also, you noticed like that he [Jeremiah] immediately calmed down like “Oh, it’s not Ecco, oh thank God- oh it’s just Selina.”

*laughs*

*Last shot of Jeremiah in the episode* He looks dead.

Yeah. Like how the hell did you survive getting stabbed in the stomach nine times?

Plus, in the next episode, there’s a doctor there. I think it’s some sort of surgeon.

Still though... damn...

*Ed is exhausted after climbing stairs* Mood, Ed.

“I hate stairs.” *laughs*

What a mood!

*sings* What a mood, what a mood, what a mighty big mood!

[1215] Oh Jesus...

Oh my gosh, the amount of times I’ve seen a ceramic rooster thing, ugh... that brings me back.

This poor old lady!

“You were on the roof and you had some kind of a rocket.” *softly* Oh my God...

*The old woman hits Ed over the head* HA!

*Ed starts to remember* Oh my God! He did it after all! Oh, you- eat shit, Ed!

*points at screen* Yeah that’s [the long hair and bowler hat] not a look!

*Ed blow up Haven in a flashback* Why would he even do it though?

Also, I like these Windows screensaver effects. *laughs*

Also, I wanna know how he [Ed] got the room number.

“I promise, I won't tell anybody.” “I know you won't.” Oh, c’mon, Ed!

No, c’mon! Ed, no! No no no!

*Ed shoves the witness out the window to her death* Eat shit and dieeeee...

*tries not to laugh* That’s from “Batman Forever!” Because he pushes the guy out the window in the wheelchair!

Ohhhh, eat shit and dieee-

OK, OK, here’s the thing. You’re gonna hate this ending because I hate this ending-

Oh God...

Because Jim and Barbara and it’s like-

What...

Yeah...

*yowls in frustration*

*can’t help but laugh* Same.

“[Barbara] Your tip didn't pan out.” “Well, I've got another one.” Nooo.

Jim does not need this right now.

He does not need this right now.

You’ve made a lot of shitty decisions this episode, Jim.

Yeah, everyone has. And these two have [throughout the show].

“No one knows what it’s like to be him.” *to the tune of the opening of 2001* Shuuuutttt upppp! SHUT UP!

Is this really the time for freakin’ anger sex?

I know!

“I told you to leave.” No.

*shakes head*

*both say varying degrees of “No” when Barbara gets super close to Jim*

Jim, no. No.

No.

*Jim grabs Barbara’s arm to stop her* Jim, no.

MMMMMMM!!!

*bolts out of seat when Jim and Barbara start to make out*

JIIM, COME ONNN!!!

*in the background* I’m goin’ out the window, bye!

Jim...

*comes back to seat when end titles appear* AND THAT IS THE end of the episode!

Nooooo!! Jiimmm, come on! COME ON!

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Sonic Villains: Sweet or Shite? - Part 6: KING ARTHUR & MERLINA

There are some villains I like. And there are some villains I don’t like. But why do I feel about them the way I do? That’s where this comes in.

This is a new mini-series of mine, in which I’ll be going into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the villains in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and why I think they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves in the game(s) they featured in. Keep in mind that these are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions! I don’t bite. :>

Anyhow, for today’s installment, we’ll be fighting the knight while living life as we discuss the dark spirit of Sonic and the Black Knight, as well as the schemer behind the scenes: King Arthur & Merlina.

The Gist: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a peaceful kingdom was threatened by the rule of a corrupted king. A young wizard named Merlina valiantly defied this monarch, the famous King Arthur, and attempted to escape the clutches of his evil army, but alas, she was cornered like a poor little lamb. In desperation, she called upon a brave and noble hero to help save her kingdom.

She got a blue hedgehog instead.

He did it guys, he did the thing, we can all go home now.

Eager to fight the villain of the week, Sonic was instead put aside by Merlina, who explained to him that as long as King Arthur had the scabbard of Excalibur in his possession, he was basically Jesus and couldn't be wounded in any meaningful way. She also explained that the king was once a noble soul, until the Lady of the Lake, Nimue, lended Excalibur to him, presumably under the belief that granting an ambitious ruler immortality and the power to pluck monsters from the underworld couldn't possibly be a terrible idea.

It was.

Luckily for Sonic, Merlina guided him to a forest where a poorly guarded sword was held, the one weapon capable of dealing some real damage to the evil king. Sonic even got a chance to make it count when Arthur himself showed up right after, but since this was still early on in the game, he fucked up so badly that Arthur and the sword itself - yes, the sword itself - were both laughing at him for his incompetence.

By the way, I hope you like desaturated cutscenes.

Nonetheless, the sword - who went by the name of Caliburn - decided to give the cocky teenager a chance in spite of his own reservations, and granted him the honorable title of Knave the Hedgehog. Sonic took issue with this title, because he didn't want to be mistaken for a fancharacter (probably). As they discussed their next course of action, Merlina waxed nihilistic poetry about flowers for some strange reason.

Because that's how nature works, silly girl.

So after a trip to the Blacksmith to get Caliburn in tip-top shape for regicide, Sonic went off to seek out Nimue in order to get an idea of what to actually do. Upon visiting her, he was asked to locate and gather the sacred swords, though he was forced to detract from his mission for the sake of saving some helpless townspeople from a cruel dragon, because that's just the kind of guy that Sonic the Hedgehog is... Just as well then that it was part of Nimue's test all along! (Just as well also that King Arthur was presumably patient enough to wait for Sonic to pass his tests instead of using that time to destroy the kingdom.)

All the while, he confronted the Knights of the Round Table, who - being the king's most trusted and most capable soldiers - did nothing other than get their asses handed to them.

Pictured: Useless twats.

Until at last, when everything that had to be done was done, Sonic and Caliburn went to the Faraway Avalon, where King Arthur himself dwelled. The battle was intense to say the least, but with a little help from the sacred swords, the Blue Blur prevailed, and the corrupted monarch who plagued the kingdom... dissipated? Like the Knights of the Underworld before him...? Well at least they got Excalibur back.

Seeking to get to the bottom of this mystery, Sonic brought it to Merlina's attention, who revealed that the King Arthur the hedgehog slayed was a fake, and that there never was a true King Arthur to begin with, as he was an illusion created by Merlina's grandfather, the great Merlin himself.

She also revealed the slightly more important fact that she's an evil bitch who used Sonic for her own gain, and proceeded to use Excalibur to give the hero a very bad time.

Holding a sword like that with her hair so close? Bitch is mad.

After some reassurance that all was not in vain, Sonic convinced the Knights of the Round Table to stop kissing the now-deceased Arthur's feet and help him save the kingdom for real. Using their sacred swords, the Knights formed a powerful barrier around the kingdom's castle, and then immediately proceeded to go right back to being useless.

Just kidding. The barrier wasn't even strong enough to amount to much. That puts the Knights' usefulness points right back to zero.

“Why do people call this our last hurrah again...?”

When Sonic finally confronted Merlina in her domain, with the understandable query of why she was such a manipulative witch, she revealed that her motives are less “cackling rapscallion” and more “morally grey”. You see, with the supposed rift between Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain, and the eventual downfall of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in general, the kingdom was doomed to suffer an undesirable fate no matter what. Seeking to fix her late grandfather's mistakes, she wanted nothing more than to create a world that would never end, for ultimate peace and prosperity... as far as she knew.

Sonic had none of it and promptly called her out on her selfish desire, but the wizard proved too much for him to handle, as evidenced by the surprisingly savage beatdown that he received immediately after. Caliburn got broke in half for his troubles, and the Knights commanded the hedgehog to get the hell out of there, but Sonic remained stubborn, as he never backs down no matter the opponent. This eventually paid off for him, as his heroic nature inexplicably summoned the power that granted him a new form: the knight in shiny gold armor, Excalibur Sonic. This was fortunately just the right amount of power necessary to defeat Merlina's final form of King Arthur 2: This Time It's Personal.

Beaten, but not outright killed, the depowered Merlina was left a broken woman. But Sonic wasn't afraid to show a bit of compassion to the wizard, as he gave her the advice that while the world may not last forever, we must live our lives to the fullest, and make the time that we do have count.

"Well yeah, that’s easy for an iconic mascot like you to say. As soon as this game is over, my career is finished. Eat shit, rodent.”

Also, Sonic turns out to be the real King Arthur. Because self-inserts are canon. Credits!

The Design: King Arthur's design is a bit on the generic side for Sonic standards, but it's decent enough for the type of villain that he is. Though you do have to wonder how he can stand upright with those gigantic shoulder pads of his.

This photo was taken moments before his kneecaps crumbled into dust.

Meanwhile, Merlina heavily resembles Shahra from Black Knight’s predecessor, as befitting of her initial role as Shahra's replacement for Black Knight, as well as making her true role all the more surprising.

“Shahra? No. I'm my own original character... Backstabbhra.”

When the latter becomes the Dark Queen, she initially settles for turning purple and gaining some fashionable feathers, before unleashing her final form which basically amounts to a collection of blue and black tentacles.

Typical angsty teenage phase.

Arthur and Merlina's designs overall are... okay. Just okay.

The Personality: As someone who is more a force of nature than an actual character, King Arthur's personality amounts to saying a bunch of evil things and not much else. That's alright though, since Merlina is the true villain of this particular story, so it’s her personality that counts here.

But here's the problem... Merlina doesn't have much personality either. She spends the first half of the story taking the role of the typical assistant, and the second half whinging about how her kingdom will be ruined unless she does something about it. That is all you get with her. Yes, there is clearly meant to be more to her, as evidenced with her misguided beliefs and her relationship with her grandfather, but very little is actually done with those aspects beyond giving Sonic more things to lecture her and shout at her for.

The Execution: On paper, Merlina is a character who should be among the greatest of Sonic villains.

On paper.

But you see, while she is unique in the sense of being the rarity of a female villain AND an anti-villain in a Sonic game... there really isn't anything else going for her. Once you get past those two initial brownie points, you don't have much of real interest left. You may get a cool moment like the aforementioned beatdown of Sonic come the endgame, but you're given no reason to actually care about the person doing the deed, despite the game wanting you to do so.

“I've not been given any particular reason to do so, so no.”

There's a lot of telling with Merlina, rather than showing. She's presented as a well-intentioned extremist, but we're given no reason whatsoever to actually bother trying to see things her way, even if we would still ultimately acknowledge that what she's doing is wrong. Even Sonic himself doesn't bother considering her side of the story for a second, and while that is certainly in-character for the Blue Blur, it makes Merlina's anti-villain status - one of the very aspects that makes her unique among Sonic villains - fall flat all the more. Likewise, the only information we get about why the kingdom is destined to be doomed comes straight from Merlina's mouth, and that's it. We're never shown an example of what exactly she wants to prevent aside from vaguely alluded ruination, therefore we're given less reason to express actual interest in her motivation and goals.

Also, it must be stated: There wasn't nearly enough foreshadowing with her true intentions. Of course you don’t want to beat the player over the head to the point where they can see the twist coming from a mile away, but you still need a decent amount of build up to make a twist work, otherwise it practically comes out of nowhere. And since you don’t even need to count the hints with one hand in Merlina’s case, it does feel out of nowhere.

Overall, Merlina - and King Arthur, for that matter - are just kind of forgettable at the end of the day. Not terrible. Not outright bad. Just forgettable. And it's a huge shame, because Merlina COULD have been amazing. She had all the ingredients to stand out and be in the same tier as the likes of Eggman and Erazor. But she simply can't live up to the likes of them because there wasn't enough sufficient effort to make her truly blossom as the type of antagonist she was intended to be. There was something good going on with her, I can acknowledge and appreciate that there was something good going on with her... it just wasn't enough.

Which is kind of how I feel about Sonic and the Black Knight in general. It doesn’t do an awful lot with the things that it gets praised for. And the story as a whole - while serving as a great character analysis for Sonic himself - is just kind of boring for an actual narrative in a Sonic the Hedgehog game.

My favourite Sonic game is the one where Sonic made fun of attempted suicide.

Crusher Gives King Arthur & Merlina a: Thumbs Sideways!

#Sonic Villains: Sweet or Shite?#Opinion #Sonic the Hedgehog #King Arthur #Merlina #Sonic and the Black Knight

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qharper-london · 6 years

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Howl For Me Chapter 1

This is a repost from my fanfiction page. I’ll be continuing the story both on tumblr and fanfiction.

The slow tunes of Frank Ocean softly played through Bonnie's iPod, calming her mind and allowing her to fully relax into her seat on the Greyhound bus. For hours she sat at the edge of her seat, so excited at the promise of a new home that she couldn't sleep. However, she didn't want to appear ruffled when she arrived at her destination. She wanted to put her best foot forward when she made her grand entrance into her new life.

Once again her uneven jaw clenched in anger as she thought about the life she'd left behind a few months ago. She'd finally accepted that Mystic Falls, her first home, was never meant to be her only home. The nurturing environment she remembered from her youth morphed into a toxic wasteland of death and destruction.

Over the past four years, she went through hell to please people that didn't give a damn about her. She was dealt with it, at first, because that's what family does but they weren't her family. Family looked out for one another, they checked on each other during times of crisis. She thought she had a family in Mystic Falls.

Losing her powers and becoming the anchor to the Other Side was the last straw. She was in pain day and night, experiencing the horrific last moments of the supernatural creatures of the world. At first, she tried to hide it, but when Jeremy found out she had to admit to herself she was relieved. She thought he'd comfort her and help her deal with the pain she was cursed with for bringing him back to life. But no. He filled her head with empty words of comfort and half-hearted hugs. He was probably thinking of Anna every time they were together. She knew this, and yet she chose to stay with him. Some comfort was better than no comfort, at least that was what she used to believe.

She and Damon got stuck in the collapsing Other Side, and suddenly Jeremy and the Mystic Falls gang weren't enough for her anymore. She was going to die, permanently this time and she'd done nothing with her life. The people she fought so hard to protect were continuing on the self-destructive path they seemed determined to never stray from, and she was doomed to die.

But her saving grace, the only person who ever really fought for her, saved her once again. Sheila Bennett appeared before Bonnie, with an enigmatic smile on her face. She reached her arms out calmly, ignoring the shaking grounds under their feet and Damon's shocked face, and took Bonnie into her arms.

She brought Bonnie back to life, but only after making Bonnie promise to start living for herself. Whatever power her Grams had retained after death, and the power she was able to barter from other spirits, was used to bring her granddaughter back to life. To say she was grateful was an understatement. She was not only alive, but she was a witch again, though she kept it a secret from everyone. She made no effort to bring Damon back to life and allowed Elena and the others to go on a wild goose chase in an effort to bring him back. It took the attention off of her.

Two nights, after she was brought back to life, she packed a few of her belongings into one of her fathers' old suitcases and took the next flight out to Georgia to visit her cousin Lucy. Getting on that airplane was one of the hardest, yet most satisfying things she had ever done. She'd never left Mystic Falls before and was a bit nervous about it, but once she looked out at the clouds beneath her feet she felt at peace. Occasionally she'd answer the phone for the people she used to call her friends, mostly for Matt whom was the only person that actually cared about her. She let Caroline know she was alive and that no, she didn't have a solution to their newest problem.

For a year she lived with Lucy and learned what it really meant to be a witch. The earth lent them their strength and in return, they cared for it. The power within her had the ability to grow and evolve, and be an extension of her very soul. Bonnie had never been more in control of her abilities. She and Lucy traveled throughout the U.S., and Lucy taught her more about the supernatural beings that surrounded her. It seemed like witches were always somehow connected to the origins of many supes.

The United States was full of things that fascinated Bonnie, and she hoped that one day she'd be able to see the rest of the world. But for now, she was ready to have a home again. After her last hurrah with Lucy in Las Vegas, Nevada she decided to part ways with her cousin and make her own path in life.

She chose to set down her roots down somewhere her Grams used to live as a tribute to her and all of the sacrifices she made for Bonnie.

Welcome to Beacon Hills, California. Population 7,132.

The old bus came to a slow squeaking stop in the parking lot and Bonnie rushed to be the first one out of the bus. She stood silently and looked at the faces in the crowd of people before her.

She'd been in contact with one of Sheila's old contacts and he'd agreed to house her until she was able to clean out Sheila's old home. But it wasn't until this moment that Bonnie realized she didn't know what he looked like.

Great start Bon.

"Bonnie Bennett?" A low lilting voice questioned.

She turned toward a bald, dark-skinned man with kind eyes.

"Dr. Alan Deaton?"

"That's me. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Bennett." He smiled at her, and she immediately felt at ease. However, when she shook his hand she got a myriad of emotions coming off of him that confused her.

Happiness. Relief. Amazement. Curiosity. Hope. Understanding.

And something Bonnie couldn't identify at the moment. But she also got a rush of power and wisdom that confused her. He said he wasn't a warlock, so what was he?

"Please.. call me Bonnie." She replied slowly, trying to process the emotions she received from him.

"Then please, call me Alan. May I take your bag for you?"

"Yes, thank you, Alan."

Bonnie allowed him to pick up her large bag and lead her to his SUV.

"I hope your trip wasn't too tiring for you, Bonnie." The man said, glancing at her before beginning the journey home.

"It's fine. I couldn't really sleep, I was too excited about coming here. Especially since you've been teasing me with your ancient tomes that no one has seen in over three hundred years." She laughed.

"Yes, well I hope Beacon Hills has more to offer you than some dusty old books Bonnie. Your grandmother saved my life many times over the years I knew her and I'd like to help you with your studies of the occult as a way to repay her. I just wish you'd listened to my warnings." "You don't have to worry about me, Alan." "I know you are a very capable witch Bonnie. It's just that Beacon Hills isn't what it used to be, and I'd rather keep you out of trouble if I can."

Bonnie smiled grimly to herself. This was the first time she'd met Alan Deaton face to face and he already treated her better than people she'd known her whole life.

"I appreciate that, but I feel drawn here. Like I belong here, and I want to help if I can. I like helping people who deserve it, and appreciate it."

"Oh don't worry, they'll appreciate it."

"By the way, you never told me who this mysterious group of super beings that have been defending Beacon Hills are."

"They're teenagers, thrown in head first into trouble they usually aren't looking for,"

Well doesn't that sound familiar.

"But I'd rather just have them introduce themselves. Of course, I'll have to tell them about you first."

Bonnie turned to him in surprise.

"You didn't tell them I was coming?" She asked incredulously.

"I honestly thought you were going to change your mind once I told you how bad things were getting."

"I would never turn my back on innocent people that needed my help."

"I should've known."

"What?" She asked sharply.

"That you'd be just like Sheila."

Unbidden tears came to Bonnie's eyes and she blinked rapidly in an effort to banish them away.

Deaton reached a hand out and gripped Bonnie's small hand in his own, allowing her to draw strength from him.

"She was a wonderful woman, it was an honor to know her."

Bonnie sniffled and looked up at him. He looked into her eyes and Bonnie swore she could see the world in his eyes. The pain. The fear. The beauty. and The hope.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills Bonnie."

#bonnie bennett #bonnie Bennett fanfiction #derek hale #Derek hale fan fiction #teen wolf #the vampire diaries

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prussianvenom · 6 years

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Happy Halloween

All Might has a halloween party, Aizawa reluctantly goes, things escalate, Toshinori has self image issues, Aizawa aims to change that

Aizawa was surprised that she was surprised.

She wasn't quite sure what to expect when Mic announced that she had costumes for their little trio for the Halloween party All Might was throwing. The blonde sure enjoyed her American traditions, and the other blonde was always too happy to indulge her. Especially if it was crazy, bright, nonsensical, and could have a beat slapped on to it.

“So what do you think?”

“You need to get that out of my face before I burn it.”

Mic pouted but did not relent. She continued to push the velvety fabric against the brunettes face.

“Come on kitty cat!”

Aizawa groaned and contemplated slamming the door in Mics face. She smiled at the thought of the loud mouth whining out in the cold in her matching gray velour mouse one piece. The fact that she had chosen to be a mouse of all things… She had to have done it on purpose.

“Come on, you don't want to disappoint All Might do you?”

“I could care less if I disappoint her.”

Yamada gasped in mock shock.

“But she had picked out all our outfits, how could you?!” Mic clutched her heart in feign distraught. “Think of poor little Toshinori!”

Aizawa bristled at that and Mic saw her opening. While Aizawa cared little for the “All Might” persona. While she had a loyalty and possessiveness over the counterpart of the huge woman.

Mics lips stretched over her teeth in a cheshire like grin. She had her. Aizawa knew she was defeated and ripped the costume from her hands.

“There's gonna be a lot of booze right?” Yamada giggled and nodded.

Aizawa sighed. She felt naked in the one piece compared to what she normally wore. It was freezing. How do Yamada and Might Stand it? How hot do they run?

The pair arrived at All Might's apartment shortly after Yamada dragged Aizawa out of her apartment. It was already packed to the seams with people dancing and jostling around. How ironic to have a costume party with heroes. Switching out the daily uniforms for something more cartoonish. As she scanned the room she saw a good amount of heroes had dressed up as each other and were having a good time doing drunken impressions of each other. It was too many people for Aizawa's taste, but she was already here might as well stay for some time.

Hizashi squealed in her ear and dragged her towards the center of her excitement. Towering over a group of guests was All Might dressed in a white velour bunny outfit similar to Aizawas and Mics. Aizawa wondered how the fabric was holding up under the strain of the All Might form, already looking several sizes too small. The tall blonde was laughing as she entertained the circle of entranced heroes. When she spotted the two she waved them over excitedly. Why was she even using the All Might form? She knew the strain it put her body under and she wasn't even doing hero work. Why strain yourself so needlessly? What a waste. Aizawa was beginning to sour her already agitated demeanor.

All Might laughed when she greets Mic. When she turned to Aizawa her demeanor cracked slightly and her face flushed. It was the most skin Aizawa had shown off in public and with their on and off thing they had going on she understood what effect she was having.

“Thank you both for coming. I honestly wasn't sure Mic was going to be able to get you here. I expected the outfit even less.”

Aizawa glared to the side at Mic.

“Do you have any liquor here? I kinda wanna forget that I'm in this costume.” All Might let out a genuine laugh at that and Aizawa's heart burned.

The costume wasn't the only reason she needed a drink.

“Of course. Midnights set up a little bar for himself.”

Low and behold in the far corner of the apartment Midnight managed to close off the kitchen to make it a little bar. He was even dressed like a glitzy bartender or cocktail waitress. Aizawa figured this was as best a time than any for her to go solo. She broke away from the blondes without a word and made her way over to the roaring event. Aizawa wondered for a moment if this was something Midnight did outside of work. He was juggling 3 shakers filled, with god knows what, for a cheering crowd. The sour puss managed to make her way to the front, managing to catch the tail end of the performance.

“Hey Night can you get me some vodka?”

“Starting off hard tonite are w-” Night nearly dropped a tumbler one he looked over at Aizawa. “My, my, my, that's the most I've seen of you ever.��

“Thanks, I hate it.” Midnight busted out laughing.

“Why are you wearing it then?”

Aizawa blushed and looked off to the side.

“Ahhhh,” Midnight followed Aizawa's gaze, “You're so whipped.”

“Shut up and give me a drink.”

“Not with that attitude missy.”

“Please sir, give me a full glass of hard liquor.” Midnight smiled and poured a shot. Aizawa looked the man dead in the eyes.

“What?”

“If you're gonna be difficult just leave me with the bottle.”

“Are you that embarrassed?” Aizawa said nothing. While maintaining eye contact she leaned over the bar and grabbed the full bottle of Titos.

“Christ Ai.” Midnight muttered in awe as the woman chugged the equivalent of, at least a glass, of straight vodka.

“That's better.”

“Cheers Kitty,” Aizawa groaned “ Everything is fine. You look, well, you look fine as hell, and she knows it.” Aizawa stared longingly at the boastful woman across the apartment.

“She hasn't even noticed I left her and Mic.”

“Oh please, She has. You can see her trying to subtly glance around for you. She feels obligated to entertain her guests.”

“Rather than her supposed lover?” Aizawa mumbled quietly.

Mid smiled softly.

“You told me you hated All Might. Toshi's not here right now. All Might has an obligation to her friends and peers.

“Toshi's never here.” Aizawa took another long swig of the bottle before sauntering off.

She figures she could find a dark corner to get drunk and cry in or something.

The whole conversation made her mood drop even lower than before.

She found herself nearing the dance floor. She took another swig and decided

Fuck it.

She left the bottle somewhere before immersing the heat of the crowd. She didn't really know how to dance, but, then again, nobody else seemed like they knew either. Hell, a good chunk of them were probably drunker than her. Mic had apparently broke away from Might also and took up the responsibility of dj-ing. She knew good music, albeit loud, Aizawa would give her that. Aizawa cleared her mind and just let herself go, let her body move with the music.

If she wasn't already buzzed she might be bothered by the closeness of other bodies pressing against her. As more time passed the drunker she began to feel. She allowed more people to impede in her personal space and embrace her, she embraced them back. She cared less and less with each passing moment. The current body she felt behind her back was suddenly gone and replaced by a larger, much more dominant one. She thought it might be Endeavor for a moment, but then again, Endeavor would never come to All Mights even if invited.

All Might.

Toshi?

Aizawa refused to turn around out of drunken spite. She couldn't ignore the presence however. That was near impossible. Large fingers encircled her hips and Aizawa off beat for a moment before they pulled her back into the tune.

“You look stunning Shouta.” Hot breath washed over Aizawa’s neck.

Despite her best efforts she shivered and latched onto one of the large domineering hands. Her voice sounded innocent enough, but Aizawa knew better. Beneath that confident tone was loaded desire. All M-Toshi, she loved costumes, or well, costume play to be specific. Especially when it came to her cat-loving co-worker.

“Such praise is an honor coming from the great All Might.” Aizawa slurred with half-hearted turseness. All Might chuckled quietly. A broken chuckle that Aizawa recognized as Toshinori and not the boastful beast. It made Aizawa's heart and hands clench nervously.

“Soon enough that honor will mean nothing.” Toshinori words were somber but were said with a fond mirth.

“Is that the point of all this? One last hurrah before you finally let yourself retire?”

“In a way.”

Aizawa hummed in response. The songs began to slow. IT felt like Mic was going out of her way now to make it feel like a cheap middle school prom. Couples were drunkenly slow dancing with each other, others took this as a break to rest, drink and eat. Toshi turned Aizawa around in her arms with little resistance.

“You're starting to look tired Toshi.”

“It's almost been an hour and a half. Most of it I’ve been in this form.”

“What a waste.” Aizawa retorted with dry sarcasm.

The bulking figure stopped swaying and looked down on the younger adult.

“I know you hate this, that you hate,” All Might gestured to herself,” Me…” Aizawa opened her mouth to interject only to be silenced. “Soon enough though, this form will fade away and so will All Might. I’ll be forgotten. Only Toshinori Yagi will remain.” Aizawa stared up into sad blue eyes. She said it as if she was dying, as if she was already dead.

“You say that as if its bad thing.” Toshinori perked up in surprise. “All Might, you, have done more than enough for this world. The mantle of peace had been passed down. It's about time for Toshinori Yagi to take the spotlight and live out the rest of his life. Dontcha think?” Aizawa was stunned by how easily she was able to get that out.

And then she was pulled into an almost soul crushing hug.

“No one cares ab-”

“I do.” Toshinori let out a broken sob of a laugh.

“Always so quick to conclusions. I know you care, I know others care about Toshinori Yagi. No one else though. No one cares about the withering old husk that I come to be,” Her voice was feeble. A large glove hand caressed Aizawas face. “But that doesn't matter, because there is someone who loves that person. And it is enough. Toshinori Yagi is not alone anymore.” She was crying, she was beautiful. “I’m sorry, you already have to see me in a horrid state all the time, and now I’m here rambling nonsense to you.” She laughed and wiped away her tears as if they were nothing.

“Yagi I-” Before Aizawa could respond the speakers began blasting the other blondes screeching voice. Aizawa flinched and whipped around to glare down the woman.

When she turned around the mass of a woman was gone.

Aizawa scanned and searched through the crowd to find the star of the party. She should be easy to find at the crazy seven feet height she stood at. Aizawa felt her heart sink into her stomach. The bright hues blackened and dimmed, only serving to make her nauseous and upset.

Aizawa found her discarded bottle of Titos, and a corner deserving of her presence.

How sad. The drink didn't last as long as she had hoped. The party sure went on way long after it finished. It was almost early morning when the party thinned out to a few. A good majority of them had passed out amongst the furniture, leaving Aizawa to stumble over them as she made her way around. Aizawa had amazingly been able to fall asleep a couple of times throughout the night. It gave her some time to sober up a bit so she didn't feel particularly better or worse when she woke.

She found Toshinori struggling to maintain All Might in the kitchen. She was half out of it, steam billowing from her quivering form. Aizawa almost felt some pity for her. She was so convinced that her normal skin and bones were so disgusting that she couldn't even be herself in her off duty hours.

“Everyone's gone or knocked off their asses.” All Mights head shot up towards the sound of the brunettes voice.

She frowned and then smiled ruefully up at the other.

“Such a joke isn't it? I spout nonsense and then cry and abandon you. Tonight I was hoping to seduce you. Such a foolish idea after such a display.”

“Is that so?” Aizawa wondered bemusedly.

“Of course. I should've known you wouldn't be impressed by this, the costume, the party.”

“You are a fool,” Aizawa sighed. “To think that you would need anything to impress or seduce me with.”

“I know, even less so with this form right?” The blonde straightened up some.

“Yes. Then why are you still in it?” Aizawa stepped closer to crowd the woman. “If you're trying to seduce me?”

Toshinori looked off to the side red creeping up over her neck and features. With a billow of smoke she let herself finally de-buff.

Scraggly hands rushed to grab hold of the now way too big costume. Aizawa drank in the scene slowly, lovingly. Like savoring a fine wine. The velour fabric barely concealed the scrawny woman. She was swimming in the fabric. The only thing keeping it on were her hands. There was something about the loose covering outfit that was a lot more appetizing than when it was form fitting. Perhaps it was the way it was bashfully held onto, or the way she was able to see even more of her through the gaping holes of fabric she wasn't holding up.

The flush had consumed her face and shoulders, painting her already peachy skin darker in the most alluring hue.

“That's,” Aizawa hummed lowly. “That's more like it.” Toshi laughed broken and nervously.

“I still don't understand how you find me so appealing like this.”

“It's because it's you that I find it appealing.” Aizawa reached out to caress the velvet covered stomach. She felt lean and tired muscles twitch under fingers and smiled.

“Where’d the confidence go. I thought you were going to seduce me.”

“It's hard for me to be confident like th-” Toshi paused thoughtfully and smiled softly. “I don't have confidence when I'm like this….When I'm with you, like this.”

Aizawa was about to argue about how much she preferred her like this when she realized that wasn't what she meant. Not when she was Yagi, but when she was open, and vulnerable. As All Might she had to be unwavering, a rock to depend on. As Yagi though, she was weak, brittle, susceptible. Aizawa's face softened and she pulled the taller down into a soft deep kiss.

“Perhaps you should be the one seducing.” Toshinori mumbled against the shorter one's lips.

“Me existing is enough to seduce you.” Toshinori laughed and nodded.

“I can't help it. What am I to do when you're so enthralling. Especially dressed up like this.”

The blonde carefully reached out with one hand. Her long fingers skimmed up Aizawa's bare arms, stopping to trace at the scars littered across her skin. Aizawa felt the guilt seep through her touch when it ran over the scars. Yagi blamed herself for not being there to protect her, to protect the kids.

The forgotten velveteen fabric began to droop. The famished woman realized and flinched away in an effort to grab it, but was stopped by Aizawa's own hands.

“Keep touching me.”

“Surely you don't want to s-”

“I said,” Aizawa pressed her chest to Toshinori. Close enough to keep the outfit up by only her breasts. “Keep touching me.” She breathed hotly against the hero's lips.

Yagi made a gruntled noise in the back of her throat and continued caressing all the bare skin that was left uncovered. Gently, she moved her hands across Aizawa's back. She ran her hands down her spine until she hit the base of the fake cat tail hanging from the outfit. On the outside you couldn't tell if Aizawa was feeling anything at all. Just like how Aizawa was able to read her, Toshinori could too. She knew from the way her eyes slowly closed, how the eyelashes fluttered against pink cheeks, from the way her lips parted to let out a small sigh, she knew she was doing something right.

Suddenly a glass shattered to the floor and the two jumped and broke away from each other. They turned to find the source. Some passed out partier on the counter had rolled over in their sleep and knocked the bottle to the ground. No one else seemed to stir fortunately.

“Let's go.”

“Wha-? Where?”

“Your bedroom obviously, or would you rather someplace else?”

Toshinoris blush increased tenfold. She took the younger ones hand and led her to the bedroom, even though she knew the brunette knew where it was. Her hand trembled all the way there. She was nervous and second guessing herself as usual. Even if it wasn't their first time together in bed Toshinori always reacted as if it was. Kept things from getting dull Aizawa would tell herself, but the reality of it was sadder to recognize. She was always stuttering, blushing, a nervous blubbering mess when it came to this. She was so….insecure. She was so convinced that her body was ugly that she was ready to rejected at any given moment. Aizawa tried so hard each time to convince her that she was wanted, desired. At times it felt like fighting a losing battle. Yet, here she was.

Once the bedroom door closed behind them Aizawa wasted no time pushing the blonde against it. She paused to look deep into the shiny black and blue eyes. She stared unblinkingly as she pushed her thumbs under the leg holes of the blondes one piece. She traced up and along the piercing bones of her pelvis. Her eyelashes fluttered and her breath caught in her throat.

“It's a shame you didn't get this in your actual size,” Aizawa commented as her thumbs followed the hemline to her ass. “You would've been stunning.” Aizawa whispered into the shell of the blondes ear.

Toshinori had curled and hunched over once Aizawa had her hands on her ass. Toshi was frail, boney, and had little to no body fat. What made up for it was lean muscle that still clung to her from years of training to be All Might.

Yagi mumbled into Aizawas neck. Aizawa pulled back and got Yagi to straighten up. The heart shape of the onesie began to slope again, rolling down Yagi's chest. This time she did little to stop it. Aizawa eyed every inch of peachy skin hungrily. It fell off her chest and then shortly after, her bony hips, leaving the blonde giant standing in front of Aizawa in all her god given glory.

“No underwear?” Aizawa asked smugly in an attempt to calm her. Toshinori smiled through her blushed and folded her arms in front of her. “No, No.” Aizawa grabbed thin forearms.” Don't try to hide yourself, not from me.”

Toshinori reluctantly lets her arms fall to her sides. She was gangly and awkward, accentuated by the lack of clothes. All hard lines and deep inset grooves. Her body was hunched and mangled. She was a beautiful walking skeleton. Aizawa noticed her hands twitching and fidgeting at her sides. She was struggling not to cover the huge disgusting tangle of scars that took up the majority of her side. She was ghastly, lanky, and to Aizawa, absolutely gorgeous.

“You're posture is still egregious I see.” Aizawa joked, trying to get the other to relax and unwind. Yagi huffed out a laugh and smiled down at the other.

“How else would you be able to kiss me?”

Aizawa smiled and reached out to trace the stressed and taut features of the woman's face. From line of her cheeks to the fullness of her lips.

“You're beautiful.”

“You're drunk.”

“Was, doesn't make anything I say less true. Besides, have I ever said differently sober?” Yagi held her tongue. The brunette was right.

Aizawa was so resolute, steadfast in everything she did, this included. Yagi would give her that much. She never lied to her. Her honesty was brutal at times. It was what she needed to hear. This time was no different. Yagi's weak heart hammered against her shallow rib cage. She could feel blood rising and getting clumped in her throat. She refused to cough, less she kill this moment. Aizawa had assured her before that she didn't mind the blood or coughing, that she understood. It didn't make it less embarrassing though.

“I...Thank you.” Yagi said quietly under her breath.

“Can...Can I touch you Aizawa?” Aizawa smiled and nodded.

Yagi loved to give more than she liked to get. Aizawa had no problem with it if it made Yagi feel good in the end. Immediately her body was assaulted by gentle too-large hands. Aizawa gasped. Yagi's hands spoke more boldly than she did. Yagi's breath hitched as she groped velvet covered breasts.

“It looks so good on you. The costume.” Aizawa smiled at the waver in her voice. “My pretty little kitten.” Yagi spoke to herself.

Aizawa’s blood rushed to the surface of her face when she heard the passionate whisper close to her ear. Yagi seemed to notice the shiver that ran through the other.

“Do you like that? Being my pretty little pet?” Toshinori’s voice dropped an octave.

She was exploitative any time she found an opening. It was both incredibly hot and infuriating at the same time.

“Not as much as you like having me as a pet~.” She would gladly play Yagi's little game.

Toshinori sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. The action caused her throat to tighten and before she had any say she began to sputter. Aizawa held her through it. The blonde felt shame seep into her skin as she continued to cough, gagging blood up, unfortunately, unto Aizawa's chest. Yagi's eyes opened wide in silent mortification and her coughing stilled in her rising panic. Aizawa looked bemusedly at the matted down velvet and her cherry colored chest. The blood wasn't very noticeable against the black but her chest was bright and shiny with the blood. Yagi frozen still, as she stared at the others chest.

“Huh.” Aizawa murmured and tried to smear the blood off her chest.

There was something perplexing and entrancing about the morbid scene. The stark red essence against the pale white of the skin was weirdly alluring.

“I-i’m so sorry, A-aizawa, I , I-”

“Need to clean me off.”

“Huh?” Yagi looked back at Aizawa's face quizzically. The brunette smiled and placed Toshinori’s hands on her cleavage.

“Clean me off, it's your mess, your responsibility.”

Toshinori stared with shocked silence. She had to have heard that wrong. She had to. There was no way Aizawa told her to smear her own blood off her tits. Aizawa was insistent. She pushed her chest into Toshinoris hands. So she reluctantly did what she was told.

She began by smearing the soft flesh with her thumbs. Aizawa purred and leaned forward into the touch. It didn't take long to actually get the blood off. It wasn't that much.

The blonde finally had enough of the fabric standing in her way and peeled the costume down enough to reveal her breasts. They perked up at the sudden cold and Aizawa bit her lip. Yagi went back to fondle the other teacher's chest. Aizawa groaned when Yagi flicked her nipples with the long fingernails of her thumbs. She gasped and arched when the nails bit into the sensitive skin of her tits. Aizawa grunted and tossed her head back. Toshinori found herself entranced by the hard line of her throat as it tilted back.

“A-aizawa.” Toshi breathed out as she reached out and traced the line of the extended throat. Aizawa hummed.

“Yes Yagi?”

Yagi coughed into her fist and began to peel away the rest of the tight black fabric encasing her lover. Aizawa smirked and helped the hero pull off the rest of the costume.

“I thought you of all people would enjoy the costume.” Yagi laughed at the playful comment.

“Oh, I do. I-i mean, you're stunning.” Yagi ran her hand through black tresses and played with the little ears perched on top. “Especially as a cute lil cat.”

Aizawa purposely purred this time and pressed herself against the lanky body.

“Your cute little cat.” Aizawa wrapped her arms around the other.

Her skin was warm, hot. She followed the crooks and grooves of her back with deft fingers. It wound the blonde more than she would like to let on. Her body was tense, tight, her arms flailing to find a comfortable place to be.

“Toshinori.” Yagi shivers.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me.”

A burst of electricity traveled up Yagi's spine. Instinctively she pushed the brunette off and threw her on the enormous bed. Aizawa looked right at home. She sunk into the fabric, her form and figure swimming in Yagi's red comforter.

“You fit the feline part very well.”

“Meow.” Aizawa says flatly

Yagi smiles and climbs on top of the brunette. She feels a little more comfortable in Aizawa's embrace. She relaxes and settles there above the other. Her body drapes over Aizawa, a large bony canopy. The blonde ran her large hand down the muscular planes of the others stomach, stopping tantalizingly close to her goal. Aizawa growled in frustration. Toshi smiled and leaned down to kiss delicately across Aizawa's chest. She took a nipple in her mouth and gently sucked as she slid her fingers down and teased the lips of her lover's sex. Aizawa let out a gasp as she finally got the physical contact she desired.

“God, you're so perfect.” Aizawa melted at the compliment and pulled the blonde into a chaste quick kiss.

“Ditto.” A leg hiked up between Yagi's thighs suddenly. Toshi bucked and jolted. “Get on with it #1.”

Toshi dove back in to wipe away the shit eating grin with her own mouth. She kissed her languidly, her tongue being granted access immediately. Her tongue still carried the heavy tang of blood. She ran her finger through the folds of her pussy and Aizawa groaned. It didn't take long for Aizawa to get frustrated with the gentle and teasing strokes and began bucking up and growling out her dissent. Toshi relented and finally pushed a finger into the warm velvet heat of Aizawa. Aizawa broke the kiss and tipped her head back. A long moan of relief passed her spit slicked lips.

Toshinori was enraptured at the performance taking place below her. Aizawa eyes closed, her eyelashes casting a light shadow on her red cheeks, her pale naked skin began to flush and sweat.

“Do, do you want another?”

“Fuck, yes. Please Y-yagi. Your little kitty needs more.” Aizawa leaned up to purr the demand in Yagi's ear.

Toshinoris entire being shivered and she resisted the desire pin the other to the bed and fuck her stupid and dumb.

Then again…

This is Aizawa...She probably wouldn't protest to that.

Toshi smiles and climbs on top of the brunette. Toshi feels a lil more comfortable in Aizawas embrace. She relaxes and settles there. Her body drapes over Aizawa, a large human canopy of bones and muscles. Aizawa growled in frustration. Toshi smiled and leaned down to kiss delicately across Aizawa's breast. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked and let her fingers crawl down and teased the lips of the brunettes sex. Aizawa let out a pathetic sob of infuriated desperateness. She finally got the contact she desired, but it was so fleeting and soft that it did little to sate her.

“God, you're so perfect.” Aizawa melted at the compliment and pulled the blonde into a long passionate kiss.

“Ditto.” A leg hiked up between Toshinoris thighs suddenly. The large blonde nearly buckled at the suddenness of it. “Get on with it #1.”

Toshinori dove back in to wipe away the shit eating grin with her own mouth. She kissed her languidly while running her finger through the folds of her pussy gently. It didn't take long for Aizawa to get fed up with the gentle strokes and began bucking her hips up and growling out her dissent. Toshinori relented and finally pushed a finger into the warm velvet heat of Aizawa. Aizawa broke the kiss and tipped her head back. A single moan of relief passes her spit slicked lips.

Toshinori was in awe of the woman, her eyes closed, her eyelashes casting light shadows on her red cheeks, blush rising to her vast pale and naked skin, her hips following the gentle rhythm of Toshinoris finger.

“Do, do you want another?”

“Fuck! Yes, please Yagi, your little kitty needs more.” Aizawa had leaned up to purr the answer in Yagi's ear.

Toshinores entire being shivered. She pushed her middle finger in along with her index finger. There was little resistance as the digit joined the other. Aizawa keened and moaned softly. Yagi ave a couple of experimental thrusts to get Aizawa comfortable with the new addition before spreading her fingers apart. Aizawa arched her back and forced the fingers deeper insider. Yagi leaned down and sucked a spot on Aizawa's tipped back throat and used her spare hand to fondle and grope along her body.

“H-harder.” Aizawa panted it so softly Yagi wasn't completely sure if she heard it.

She obliged of course.

She thrust her fingers deeper and faster into the brunettes dripping pussy. The sound was disgustingly lewd to Yagi's ears. Aizawa's arousal coated Toshi's fingers, a bead of it trailed down Toshinoris bony fingers and down her knuckles. The wet shclick every time her fingers went in made blood rush to her own sex. Aizawa keened loudly and gripped the comforter surrounding her.

“F-fuck, yes, more Yagi please.”

“What do you need?” Yagi was eager to please.

Aizawa hiked her leg again, tossing Toshinori forward in the process. Her hand bent awkwardly and her chest was now eye level with Aizawa. Now within reach, Aizawa grabbed what she could of Toshinori's bony ass. She pulled the blonde down roughly against her thigh. Toshinori keened and moaned at the contact, the neglect making her hyper sensitive.

“My, my.~” Yagi groaned.”You're soaking. Do you enjoy watching me that much?” Aizawa teased.

“You didn't answer my question Aizawa.” Toshinori argued pathetically.

Aizawa smiled and rolled Yagi's hips listlessly against her leg.

“Harder Yagi, I want more. I want you to bite me and mark me. I want everyone to know that All Might fucked me,” She leaned up again, “And I want that hero to cum on my thigh after she grinds against it like the sexy bitch she is.” She fell back with a soft poof from the sheets and looked up expectantly at her lover.

Toshinori was floored, of course, she had never been so turned on in her life. She wondered briefly if it was the alcohol that was making her like this. She had a goal now. She started again with a renewed vigor.

When her teeth bit into the juncture of Aizawa's throat as the brunette nearly screamed. Once she was satisfied with one area she moved onto another. She bent awkwardly, attacking Aizawas flesh like a crazed animal. She pushed her fingers in as far as they could go and tried to go as fast as she could at the awkward angle her body was at.

Aizawa slapped her ass to remind her of the other task. The taller a bit surprised she was still paying attention. She moaned at the sting and stuttered her hips shyly against Aizawas leg. She imagined she had to look ridiculous curled over her co-worker.

Aizawa squirmed as she was brutally finger-fucked by the blonde. Her blue eyes were deep and piercing and was able to see the hero loved and feared. Under the frail mass of bones and skin she could feel the strength that held up her entire career, held up the world. Aizawa shivered under the weight of it, the possessiveness of it. She could break her in half if she willed it, something about that was so thrilling. She loved it. Absolutely loved it. She kicked her leg up some more to reciprocate as much as she could in her position. She could only reach so far down the long body as she was fucked roughly. Suddenly the fingers inside her curled and her body lurched. Stars burst from behind her eyes and blinded her momentarily.

“Fuck!”

Yagi paused. She curled her fingers once again experimentally and got the same reaction. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She bit deep into Aizawa's neck and brutally fingered the spot inside her with her long blunt fingers. Aizawa screamed. Strands of her hair flitted up and about as she lost control of herself and her quirk. She clawed at the peachy skin of the other heroes back.

“Are you close Shouta?” The woman in question growled deeply at the sound of her name.

“Y-yes, Toshinori. Fuck! I'm so, so close.” The brunette whined and grappled with the woman roughly.

Yagi added another finger. The stretch was all the extra stimulus Shouta needed. Toshinori felt a bit weak and light-headed as her lovers quirk activated. Black hair flowed upward like smoke, eyes wide and red, back arched like a finely tune bow. Her stomach went tight and her muscles convulsed sporadically around her fingers as she came. The sound Aizawa made alone was enough to push Toshinori close the to the edge of her sanity.

The cloud of hair fell slowly, along with her body. Yagi retreated hand, trying her best not to over stimulated the tired body.

“How are you Aizawa?” Aizawa stared at her blankly.

Instead of answering the tired woman grabbed the blondes wrist and took the long slick fingers into her mouth. The taste was tangy but not entirely distasteful. She was more interested in the reaction. She could tell just by how tense her hand got that Toshinori was pleased.

“I'm fantastic Toshinori.” Aizawa answered smugly as she popped the fingers out of her mouth.

“O-oh, good, that's good.” Toshinori bashfully laughed as her face flushed hotly.

“You're not very good at instructions though.” The large woman perked up, fear dancing across her features.

“I said,” She grabbed the blondes hips roughly, “ I want you to cum on me.” She slapped Toshinori’s thighs, jolting the woman against her.

The blonde squeaked, her legs buckled and she fell limply onto Aizawa. Aizawa seized the opportunity and wrapped her arms around the woman and held her tight against her.

“Cmon Toshi, baby.~” Toshi keened softly and began to slowly move her hips on her own.”There you go, you're so fucking sexy baby.” Aizawa breathed hotly against her neck.

Toshinori began to shake with the sensations. She was held in a boa vice against Aizawa's hot soft chest. Every movement and breath from Shouta just added to her edging hypersensitivity. Strong hands clawed at her ass and dirty words were whispered into her neck and her ears. It was too much for Toshinori.

“You're so wet Toshinori, so fucking wet for me,” Yagi choked and gasped, “I wonder how people would react if they saw big and great All Might grinding against some nobody like some fucking slut, some nasty whore.”

Yagi coughed and bit her tongue. Blood filled her mouth and she fought valiantly to keep her mouth shut. It was hard. Toshinori was sweating bullets. She tried no to let on how much she was enjoying the demeaning slurs coming from Aizawas lips. To no avail. Yagi could never escape the ever seeing eye of the smaller woman.

“Mmm, but no one will know. Only I get to see what a dirty bitch you are, don't I?” Toshinoris hand shot up to cover her mouth, Aizawa forced her hips down harder and faster, ”Because you're my dirty bitch aren't you?~” Yagi whined, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes.

“Say it. Toshinori, tell me what you are.”

Toshinori let go of her face and groaned. Blood trickled through her teeth.

“A-aiza-”

“Say it.” Blood pooled on the bed sheets as Yagi's mouth opened in a broken cry.

“Say it Toshinori.” A hard slapped was brought down on her ass.”

“I'm, I'm, a whore.” The blonde felt dizzy.

“Whose whore?”

“Y-yours,” Toshinori answer quietly which earned another spank. Toshinori threw her head back and cried out, tears flowing in streams down her red cheeks. “Yours! I-im your dirty w-whore Sho, Shouta.”

Aizawa held her by the nape of her neck, keeping the blondes body arched as she humped Aizawa's leg like a dog in heat. She cried and sobbed as she came, choking on her own blood and saliva.

Once she stopped spasming Aizawa let go of her throat and let her fall down deftly against her body. A good couple of minutes passed in a comfortable silence.

Yagi battled with herself to say something. She had intended to seduce her co-worker and confront her on unnamed relationship. In all honesty, she had no idea what she was doing, she didn't plan this far ahead. She was sure Shouta wasn't even going to show up at all. She wanted to understand where they stood. She wanted to know what Aizawa really felt for her, if this was just emotional sex, or whatever. Somehow it always ended up like this.

“I can feel you overthinking.” Yagi scoffed and laughed quietly.

“Am I that obvious?”

“When aren't you?” Aizawa paused. “What is it?” Toshinori was quiet as she tried to sort out what she wanted, needed to say.

“...What are we?” Toshinori regretted it the moment it came out.

Aizawa was silent. Every moment that passed without answered curled Toshinoris insides in panic.

“I love you Toshinori,” The blonde lifted herself on weak arms.” You know that. And….While I don't care for what All Might has done to you, I understand and admire what she stands for, what you stand for. I don't hate All Might, I just don't want to be All Might's lover...I want to be Toshinori Yagi's lover.” Shouta held the blondes face, forehead to forehead. “I want to be with you, if you'll have me.”

Toshinori smiled brightly.

“I love you Shouta.”

Toshinori fell back into Aizawas embrace, mindless to the mess beyond her bedroom door, to the passed out heroes on her apartment floor, to the world outside her window. In a moment of their hectic horror of life, she felt peace.

She felt loved.

#fanfiction #takes this pile o shit #erasermight #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #all might #toshinori yagi

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Mansfield Park: Volume II Chapters 1-5

(or chapters 19-23, or, The Party’s Over)

II-1

Further proof that this play was a bad idea: when the news comes that Sir Thomas is in the house, the first reaction of his children — all of them — is not “Hurrah! Father’s home at last!” but “Oh ——— .” Dryly amusing to see Tom and Edmund finally united — a look and a few words is all it takes — and poor Rushworth left behind, glad that Sir Thomas is back, but not quite part of the family yet. And Maria walking off without even answering his question — unnecessarily rude.

Yates thinking that the rehearsal will pick up again after tea — even “having never been with those who thought much of parental claims, or family confidence” — does he not understand that Sir Thomas has been away for almost two years,and that welcoming him back is going to take precedence over a rehearsal? Dude. Seriously.

Fanny seeing a new side of Sir Thomas — and seeing that she really does matter to him: “my little Fanny.” We never hear anything about the Bertram side of the family. Is he an only child?

This whole scene in the drawing room is hilarious. Mrs. Norris INTERRUPTING Sir Thomas, in the middle of his telling them about his journey, to tell him he wants some soup; Sir Thomas discovering the theater — and his room (his full-sized version of Fanny’s East room) — and stepping out on the stage opposite Yates. Rushworth bursting out about Henry Crawford’s height (poor fellow, he knows something’s wrong but he doesn’t have the intellect to understand his unease or put it into words). Yates utterly failing to catch the hint from anywhere and yammering on about the play. And poor Rushworth — holding on to Sir Thomas’s good opinion by saying scarcely anything, but only “a little longer.”

Behind the cut for length:

II-2

At least Edmund 1. comes to his father to 2. fess up 3. first thing in the morning 4. without trying to minimize his own lapses in judgment or 5. completely pin the blame on everything else while 6. making clear that Fanny was consistent.

Poor Sir Thomas, trying to “forget how much he had been forgotten himself.” (He has something in common with Fanny; she knows what it’s like to feel forgotten.) He’s “more willing to believe they felt their error than to run the risk of investigation”. Hmmmm. He’s an active, diligent man, but in this area of life he’s willing to let himself avoid seeking out the truth. And though he tries very hard to keep her to the point, Mrs. Norris manages to evade him in the end.

II-3

Interesting conversation between Edmund and Fanny. Edmund mentions how very quiet the evenings are now; Fanny says she’s not bored, she likes listening to Sir Thomas talking about the West Indies, “but then I am unlike other people I dare say.” Edmund offers her a compliment in a teasing way and then tells her how much Sir Thomas is pleased with her. But those compliments about Fanny’s countenance and complexion and figure — how much of those are from Sir Thomas, and how many are from Edmund?

...And then he starts talking about Mary’s opinion of Fanny, and how observant Mary is (though he’s not wrong). Fanny changes the subject, and we get some funny stuff from Edmund about Rushworth:

“[Sir Thomas] must like [Rushworth] less after to-morrow's visit, for we shall be five hours in his company. I should dread the stupidity of the day, if there were not a much greater evil to follow--the impression it must leave on Sir Thomas. He cannot much longer deceive himself. I am sorry for them all, and would give something that Rushworth and Maria had never met.”

(And this is the match Mrs. Norris takes such pride in!)

“Sir Thomas was satisfied; too glad to be satisfied, perhaps, to urge the matter quite so far as his judgment might have dictated to others.” Once again, in this area of his life he’s all too willing to take the easy way, to let himself believe everything’s all right when it isn’t.

Interesting that Maria has “pledged herself anew to Sotherton”: to the property, not to Rushworth himself. “In all the important preparations of the mind she was complete: being prepared for matrimony by an hatred of home, restraint, and tranquillity; by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry.” Oooof.

“Two bridesmaids”: was Fanny one of them? Aunt Norris “tries to cry”: nobody’s overcome with joy at this wedding.

II.4

So Fanny’s growing up into a pretty young woman, and now she’s the only young woman at Mansfield. (And Mrs. Norris is still sending her, instead of a servant, on errands.)

"by the easiest self-deceit”: Mrs. Grant, too.

What an interesting sort-of friendship springs up between Mary and Fanny. Why does Fanny keep going? It’s not just the demands of Good Manners; where does her “fascination” come from? Is it just being around someone with whom she has something in common, but who’s so different from anyone else she’s known?

It’s unfortunate that when Fanny goes off on her more poetic, thoughtful flights, Mary doesn’t even attempt to follow along or even pay attention.

Mary, meanwhile, has been spoiled for the idea of marrying solely for money: “... nothing worse than a tete-a-tete with the person one feels most agreeable in the world.” She still wants money and influence, though, so she wants even more than she did before.

“... to the credit of the lover's understanding, be it stated, that [Edmund] did not by any means consider Fanny as the only, or even as the greater gainer by such a friendship.” Edmund thinks of himself as Mary’s lover at this point <SPOILER> but it’s a nice touch that the text itself doesn’t specify that.</SPOILER>

“A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of. It certainly may secure all the myrtle and turkey part of it.” The “myrtle and turkey” part doesn’t get quoted as often, but I think it makes the first sentence even funnier.

Edmund, Mary’s not kidding about the money and the distinction. How many times does she have to say it? Self-deceit indeed.

II.5

Lady Bertram is so benignly self-absorbed. “Why should Mrs.Grant ask Fanny?” Edmund knows how to manage her, though.

Poor Fanny. This should be such a happy occasion for her — she’s growing up, she’s being invited to dine out — and there’s no mother or sister to be glad for her and enjoy the preparations with her, no cousins to do it in their place, and no aunts who will do it in their place. But there is an aunt who’s downright angry that Fanny should have a happy occasion coming up.

Sir Thomas puts Mrs. Norris in her place! Take that!

Edmund starts off praising Fanny and noticing her dress “I like those glossy spots” but alas for Fanny’s feelings - “Has not Miss Crawford a gown something the same?”

Oh, wait — Henry shows up? Great. Stupid troublemaker.

So much for “being the lowest and last” — Fanny’s the female guest of honor.

(And even though Edmund’s being friendly with Henry, Fanny’s not even thinking about Edmund’s judgment. She’s confident in her dislike and distrust of Henry. She’s seen what she’s seen, and she knows that Edmund is fallible.)

Edmund’s matter of business with Dr. Grant — ordination, perhaps?

Henry’s “...significant smile, which made Fanny quite hate him...”

<SPOILER> “I think my friend Julia knows better than to entertain her father with Mr. Yates.” OH yes.</SPOILER>

“In my opinion....” Bravo, Fanny!

“Dr. Grant is giving Bertram instructions about the living he is to step into so soon.” Henry assumes that they are talking about money, not the spiritual work of pastoring the flock, and regrettably he’s probably correct. He also is assuming that Edmund will hire a vicar and live at Mansfield. Like Mary, he assumes that the life of a clergyman is a life of ease.

Mary’s anger at Edmund and at herself, and her resolution to no longer let him influence her feelings, reminds me of Mary’s anger at Henry. At least Mary’s not dragging someone else into her anger by marrying someone she doesn’t love just out of spite.

So some themes: Fanny’s coming into her own. And Sir Thomas... well, this is twice now that we see him accept easy answers to questions instead of searching after painful, difficult, but truthful answers.

Edmund goes 5 chapters without seriously letting anyone down. And he may be constantly comparing her to Mary, but he’s noticing Fanny too.

And so are the Crawfords. Both of them.

#east room mansfield park #east room mansfield park: vol. 2 chapters 19-23

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wincestisasincest · 7 years

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A Study in Middle Earth --- Part 1 (A Hobbit Fan-fiction)

Hello! I know it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything, but I’m back, and I think you’re in for a treat. I plan for this to be much much longer than a two parter, 10 at the very least.

Summary: I fell into Middle Earth at the worst possible time in my life, though I was lucky enough to encounter a strand of something that I understood in this absolutely insane world.

To the reader:

I was never that much into recording my life experiences. To me, it always seemed like too much work for a cause that your family might happen to read, and nothing else. Unless, of course, you had a super interesting life that your millions of adoring fans will pay to go further into their delusion that they actually know something about you. I know, I know. I promise that the pretentious attitude will stop soon, just let me have this one moment.

Anyway, I’ve never been into recording my life experiences, but I feel that it actually does seem necessary in this situation. Much like Bilbo did at the conclusion of his most prominent life experiences, I will now be recording down all that I’ve gone through for posterity, so that, perhaps, those in the future can understand the now, and everything that has caused it.

Of course, I don’t expect whoever is reading this to actually believe what I’m saying. You shouldn’t, and if you do, that may be the greater cause for concern. I understand that I could fake a much different reason for this that would probably result in better aftermath, but as a last hurrah to my adventure, I’m going to release myself from having to find a balance between what’s real and what isn’t.

Doubt all you please, I see no reason why I should care. But this is what I am right now, raw, unedited, and this is precisely what happened.

Spring break is either the greatest blessing or curse to ever be bestowed on high school students. On one hand, it’s a release from the grueling 8 to 3, and further, depending on your extracurriculars, the ridiculous social pressures that still somehow manage to reign supreme, and your typical, boring, town that you know like the back of your hand, but at least you can doodle on the back of your hand during class. For this particular year, spring break had been a long sought after week of independence from my family, a concept that had become almost alien to me at the time, as all of our vacations had been spent together. However, my dad had been sent on a business trip, and my mother, though she would never admit it, was desperately in need of a break from work and family, so I was permitted to travel with a friend. It didn’t hit me as to how knew this experience was until I was on the plane with my long time friend Fiona, her brother David, and her parents, staring faux wistfully out into the window, Paris pulling into view. It would be quite an adventure for my first vacation without my parents to a country with, let’s be nice and say lax, views on alcohol. Excellent planning as usual. The blur of not pronouncing hs, ridiculous border control, and waiting far too long to check into a hotel that was barely worth it passed by quickly enough with a conversation partner, and soon, I found myself on the balcony of a French apartment, a beer in hand, leaning against David, and peering out into a sea of like teenagers who called this evening a typical Tuesday. Losing my grip on reality, I too flowed with the waves of drunk teenagers that were now parading through the city, only to have them disperse into smaller groups. Noticing Fiona’s red hair branching off into the local park, I trailed after her, the way that a lost puppy does, only to find myself in the tempest of horny students against trees, with Fiona having ventured further into the forest. I plodded along, the alcohol pumping through my skull blocking out the rising din of groans that would be doing a detriment to my focus. If I had any, that is. I saw her perfectly straightened red hair disappear behind yet another tree, this time she had her lips already interlocked with a blond haired boy that was surely not in high school, but I’m very certain that her mind was on something entirely. I sighed. If I had perhaps bothered to mingle instead of allowing myself to be dragged along on someone else’s adventure, then maybe I wouldn’t find myself in the worst possible situation. There’s often a misconception that it sucks to be the only sober person in a room of drunk people. Well, that’s not necessarily true. It sucks more to be the only sober person in a French forest of people having sex. My fingers wiped away some of the dirt still sticking to a beer, still sweating, though not from the incredibly steamy surrounding environment. Even though I was surrounded by things so much more interesting than mine, I could at least find solace in knowing that alcohol would always be my friend. I downed yet another, my collected conscience dissipating for good, and I fully lived in the bliss knowing that I would forget all of this tomorrow.

I wake up. I look to the left, and then the right. Sunlight is flooding through the windows, speckling the rest of the furniture in the room, but everything is so blurred that it looks like a warmly colored Jackson Pollock painting. And now, there’s spots of red hiding within it. I sit up. I’m in a storage barn, lying among hay and smelling like shit and copper. There’s hay in my hair. I look down at my clothes, still being unable to decipher what was written on my graphic t-shirt last night, though I can see slivers of my pale skin peeking through parts of my jeans that I’m certain weren’t ripped before. I recall looking down at my hands last. They were covered with dry blood, the copper stench still permeating the atmosphere. I would’ve screamed, cried, or had some indication of horror, but nothing came out. Instead, my mind went to work analyzing all that was there, whilst past cases of drunk “accidents” flooded through my skull. I stood up. My green flight jacket was to my left, so I was still generally together when I came to, and possibly fled to, this barn. I examined the pockets, relieved when my fingers felt the smooth, cold, phone screen still there. I pulled it out, not exactly excited to look at the messages there, but still desperate as to discover exactly what had happened last night. I pressed the home button, feeling yet another wave of relief when a bright picture of my family at Disney World flashed onto the screen. It’s 11:45, and I still had battery, which also means the potential at looking at drunk pics. Oh, great. I heard a creak coming from the presumed direction of the door. I’ve always been a run first and ask questions never type of person, and, no matter how well I knew whoever it was that was approaching, I will always arrive at the conclusion that no one is pleased with finding a hungover person in their barn. I peered to my right, knowing that I would probably have left some damning piece of evidence there. My blue backpack was there. At least I hadn’t left it somewhere else. With unknown speed, most likely due to the adrenaline pumping through me at the speed of light, I slung it over my shoulder and instinctively grabbed what was underneath. I darted into the corner, and jumped over another bale of hay. The comfortable feeling of my sneakers pounding on the ground was welcome. I land into a wall of hay, not tumbling through it because my knuckle is pushing upward on yet another block. The shouts of whoever had entered reverberated through the labyrinth of hay. They were older, male, and had a British twinge to them that was not uncommon in Europe, but a tad odd in France. Whoever they were shouting for didn’t respond, and, if I was correct, whoever they were shouting for had taken the one chance that they had and made a mad dash for the door, run around to the back of the barn, and put her back up against the chipped red paint. My grip tightened on my backpack as I had surveyed the scene. The undulating emerald hills housed a small dirt road, that lead out into a distance hub of action, which appeared to be a somewhat traditional market, buzzing with life and people, though I couldn’t discern which. The only thing between me and that marketplace was an oddly ramshackle fence. Rural France would’ve been intimidating to anyone else, but as someone in French honors, I was certain that I could find a way to finesse myself out of my current predicament. I checked my phone again. No service. Fantastic. How I had arrived here was my smallest concern now, however. I could hear the person inside the barn giving up on searching the inside, and deciding that it was time to take a look outback. I swore to myself briefly, and simultaneously promised that I would present myself to this person and apologize when I found myself in a better state. I bolted away, not bothering to examine the rest of the barn, and found myself hastily scrambling over the fence and rolling down the hill. Princess Bride style. I landed at the bottom, noticing that I’ve attracted the attention of a couple of shoppers from the market, closer in view now. They were wearing some odd choices, but I had come to the conclusion that it made sense for rural France. One of the men came down the hill, approaching me. I backed up slightly, hoping that as soon as I had regained my composure he would recognize me as a drunken force not be meddled with. He continues approaching. I finally found the strength to push myself up, failing to reach the level of coordination that I had prior, despite the hangover. The man looked into my glazed eyes, and I finally had the chance to view him fully. He wore clothes that were oddly medieval in style, with a brown tunic, plain shirt, and black trousers covered so heavily in dirt that they were almost brown. The only thing that was somewhat familiar about him were the biological human traits, like his eyes and hair, which was incredibly curly, so it hid his ears. I noticed another man bounding down the hill, this time accompanied by what must have been a woman, wearing a very medieval dress. I turned to face the original one that had approached me, only to find myself looking down into his earnest eyes. I blinked. The couple coming down the hill joined him, their clothes fitting with the rest of the scene. I suddenly took notice as to how alien I felt at the moment. The smaller man looked up to the others, similarly only reaching the shoulder height of the woman. He was the first to speak. “Are you alright, miss?” I found myself examining him completely. His feet were uncovered, and fit disproportionately to the rest of him, as well as having an unnaturally hairy outer layer. My thoughts were interrupted further. “My god- is that a Dwarven dagger?” I drew back slightly, putting the supposedly Dwarven dagger behind me, feeling as though I might need it in the future, as the company I found myself in appeared to be at least a tad bit off their medication. I looked at the woman, examining how work worn her face was, expecting her to say something that made sense, though my prayers weren’t answered. “Uh-“ I stuttered, quite out of character for me, my usual confidence fading. “Well,” the taller man said, “answer the Halfling’s question.” “Umm…” “Oh can’t you see she’s clearly distressed. Come, dear, what’s-“ “Um, no!” “Hm?” “No, it’s not a Dwarven dagger. It’s my dad’s. I’m bringing it to him.” “I’m sorry, what?” The “Halfing” was unconvinced. “Yes, he left it in this barn, and I was taking a shorter route.” It was at this moment that some sense came to me, and I realized that they weren’t speaking French, and there was not a trace of a French accent in their perfectly dictated English speech. I would’ve been more conscious of my Brooklyn accent, but one quickly becomes numb to that in Europe. “He lives here, does he?” The hobbit raised an eyebrow. “You are from around here, then?” The taller man had joined him. “Um, no! He lives… back there!” I pointed to the distance, only now bothering to realize that the gloomy forest that happened to be there looked rather unwelcoming. “Past the woods, then?” “Yes, out there, and I’m really late, so I have to go. Bye!” I waved and used every bit of athletic prowess that I had accumulated over the years to dash straight into the forest, and not look back, for I’m certain that I would’ve met with some confused countenances, though they matched my own as soon as I ran deep enough into the woods, approached a tree, and banged my head into it repeatedly, hating myself for everything that was last night and trying to recall some sort of explanation. I opened my phone again, desperately flipping through all of my pictures, faces of my mom and my dad and my family flashing by, but absolutely nothing from last night. I felt tears tempted at the edge of my eyes, but I refused to let them flow. I wouldn’t cry. There was no reason. I was just confused, but I would escape this. I would get out of this. Little did I know that that would become my future mantra. My crusty blood hand still grasped the dagger, some of it smearing with the metal. My eyes scanned it carefully, or, as carefully as I could, with a hell of a headache deciding to enter the conversation, as a reminder of just how much I had drank last night. There was something of a beautiful drawing carved into it, though I couldn’t really interpret what it was. It appeared to be too patterned and structured. I squinted and looked at is closer. There was some sort of recognition in the back of my mind, but I just couldn’t reach it. I threw my head back against the tree, sighing deeply, faux sanity once again reigning supreme. Khuzdul. That’s what it was. Khuzdul. Where the hell was going on?

Battery: 34%

Time: 11:45 AM

Date: Wednesday, April 4

Service: Nada, not even the weird foreign French kind

Background: Family at Disney World

Inventory: Backpack, 60 euros, flashlight, headphones, charger, hoodie, Princess Bride, The Maltese Falcon, The Killing Joke, sewing kit, hair ties, brush, two granola bars, knife with Khuzdul writing

Mood: Hungover, shitty, confused, determined

#the hobbit #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #company x reader #thorin imagine #thorin x oc #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the company x reader #the company imagine #the hobbit fanfcition #kili x reader #fili x reader

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bellarkefanworkawards-blog · 7 years

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Best Slow Burn

ARKADIA FLORAL & GARDEN by wanheda_two_heda @youleftme-clarke

Clarke has owned Arkadia Floral & Garden Supplies for 3 years when Bellamy Blake, her high school rival, comes back into town following his mother’s death and needs Clarke’s help to restore his mother’s garden to its former glory. But gardening isn’t Bellamy’s strong suite, and neither is coping with losing another parent. He might need a lot more help than he’s willing to admit, but luckily for him, his feisty blonde former rival is there to guide him through some of the most difficult months of his life.

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS by DracoTerrae

Chancellor Jaha put together a team of criminal delinquents, each with his or her own special Ability, in order to learn if his people stand a chance on the earth on which their ancestors once lived, a land that is filled with hostility—both from the environment and the people who inhabit it. Canon inspired with a twist. X-men, Suicide Squad, The 100 mix. Eventual relationships.

DON’T LOOK BACK, YOU’RE NOT GOING THAT WAY by andsowemeetagain

Viking Bellamy prepares for the journey of a lifetime. Clarke Griffin is the new, mysterious girl that wants to join him.

Best Fake Relationship

THINGS WE SHOULDN’T DO by Willaphyx @rebelprincebell

“The history between the two of you is well known,” Marcus went on, talking over Clarke’s continued splutters. “And it hasn’t escaped the notice of certain news organizations–” “What, you mean fucking TMZ?” Clarke interjected.Marcus sighed. “It would be in the best interest of the show and I think both your careers if you were to be seen as a couple. ”Silence.“A dating couple,” Marcus added as if that hadn’t been clear. Bellamy and Clarke exploded simultaneously.“If we what?” Clarke demanded at the same time that Bellamy just started laughing. He slipped sideways, dangerously close to falling out of his chair. Clarke is at the bottom of a downward spiral and Bellamy is riding an all-time career high when they’re cast as the leads of Marcus Kane’s newest drama. The entertainment world expects a blowup of immense proportions between the two feuding actors but get a hard to explain romance instead. Or: a fake dating celebrities AU.

I GOT MY SWIM TRUNKS, AND MY FLIPPIE-FLOPPIES by Kacka @katchyalater

Going on a cruise with her friends seems like the perfect last hurrah before Clarke moves across the country, and it seems even better when she finds out that her ex-nemesis, now-sort-of-friend is on the same cruise. And not just because he’s game to help her mess with her mother.

I DREAMED YOU A SIN by monroeslittle

“If I do this,” Blake said, “how are you imagining it’s going to work? I can’t just knock on his door, and say I want in again. It’s been eleven years. And even before I left, I never cared about the business. Do you have a plan? You say you want me to open the door for an agent. How? What’s that mean?” “You’re going to get in touch with your grandfather again at your wedding,” Clarke said. He stared. “I hope you don’t have a girlfriend, Mr. Blake.”

fake!married AU. Clarke’s in the FBI, Bellamy’s the grandson of a mobster, and they’ve got to work together.

Best Pining!Clarke

TREADING ON WATER, CAUSE I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM by andsowemeetagain

"Shit" he said, "I think I'm in love with her." Clarke choked on the beer she'd just taken a sip of. "What?" In the five years since she's known him, she has never heard Bellamy Blake use the word 'love' when referring to someone other than his sister.

Or the one where Clarke and Bellamy are best friends and everything is right in the world until Bellamy falls in love with someone that isn't Clarke.

I (LOVE)D YOU by funfanfin

A relationship that only lasted five months and ended four years ago shouldn’t still be affecting her, but…it wasn’t just any relationship. It wasn’t just any breakup. It wasn’t just any ex. It was Bellamy.

AND THEN WE WERE CHASING COMETS by prosciutto @prosciuttoe

That same, elusive shrug. “It’s a secret, princess.” He says pointedly, snagging the book from her before throwing the truck into park, “But you’ll be the first to read it once it’s done, okay?” “Wow,” she says, nodding. “I’m honored.” A beat as he sizes her up, his brows furrowing together in exasperation before he says, weary, “You’re going to ask me what it’s about again, aren’t you?” “Bellamy,” she says obediently, grinning, “what’s your book about?” If you told Clarke Griffin that she would become best friends with the resident black sheep of Arkadia, she would have difficulty believing it, let alone the fact that he apparently wrote an entire book about her.

Or: Clarke and Bellamy through the years, as childhood best friends.

Best Royalty AU

KINGDOM COME by the.ktgrace

Her father, the king, was poisoned. She, heir to the throne, fled into hiding. Ten years later, a royal guard needs to bring her back to the throne to save his sister. Faraway kingdoms, arranged marriages, deception, brewing war… And that's only the beginning for this stubborn princess and her arrogant guard. A story of fantasy and adventure in the kingdom of Ark.

THE CHOICE by BeneathaMoonlessNight

Medieval Bellarke AU. When Lady Clarke Griffin begins her journey to the City, she couldn't imagine the choices that she'll have to make. A journey filled with excitement, danger, war, a Rebel King and the most difficult question of all- How does one choose between Duty and Love? This has slowly and unintentionally become a Game of Thrones AU

HOW TO SAVE A KINGDOM by Laughingsenselessly @wellsjahasghost

Clarke sputters an indignant laugh as he takes her elbow and steers her away from the doors. “You won’t let me out of the palace and you’re calling me a difficult person? You,” she fumes, “are insufferable.” Bellamy merely grins. “Now that’s no way to talk to your husband.” Clarke forces herself to stalk away before she can give into the urge to throw her glass of wine at him. She doesn’t know why she bothers, though. Somehow, none of their guests seem to notice the clear antagonism between the king and queen, or maybe they just don’t care. And why should they? The two of them are just husband and wife. They’re not actually expected to like each other.

AU. Clarke marries Bellamy for a political alliance.

Best Teacher!Bellamy

MUST BE LOVE (ON THE BRAIN) by Caramelle @mellamymake

Is she grateful for the distraction that is Finn Collins? Sort of. Does that make her want to punch his teeth in any less? Hard no. Or, the one where Clarke Griffin wishes the annoying boy who always sits next to her in class would shut up and let her listen to her professor. Her professor also happens to be really pretty. The two things are mutually exclusive.

AFRAID TO CALL THIS PLACE OUR OWN by HawthorneWhisperer @hawthornewhisperer

Clarke frowned at the notification on her ipad. “Why does your history teacher want to meet with me?” she asked, but Madi kept her eyes innocently on her homework. A little too innocently. “Mr. Blake’s a hardass,” Madi said with a shrug. “A hardass who wants a meeting with me barely a month into the school year?” Clarke asked. Madi shrugged again and Clarke narrowed her eyes and scanned the email. “He’s worried about your performance already. Have you even had any tests? What am I missing?” “He just doesn’t like me,” Madi replied and erased something on her worksheet.

YOUR TOUCH HAS GOT ME HAUNTED by troubledpancakes

Clarke’s twenty-first birthday was bound to be something she’d never be able to forget after Raven surprised her with a night at a strip club, with the highlight being a private lap dance by one of the most talented, and lusted after performers, Bell-Oh-My. However, seven years later, with a daughter just entering kindergarten, Clarke realized that night would be harder to forget than she originally thought when she introduced herself to her daughter’s handsome (and all-too-familiar) new teacher.

Best Roommates AU

CAN WE DO MORE THAN ORBIT? by fawna

If Bellamy knows one thing about the internet it’s that Clarke’s good at it. Bellamy? Not so much.

Or: where Bellamy finds Clarke's tumblr

KILL THEM WITH KINDNESS by Kacka @katchyalater

Clarke thought subletting Miller's room for the summer would be a perfect solution: convenient, affordable, and it comes furnished. Unfortunately, it also comes with his roommate, who for some reason, hates her.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE PEOPLE WITHOUT THEM DYING by Kacka @katchyalater

“This is where it falls apart,” Clarke whispers. Her finger traces random patterns across Bellamy’s chest, his gently untangling the knots in her hair. The sun hasn’t yet risen but the sky outside has begun to lighten, those nebulous hours when night fades to morning and the world starts to think about waking up. Clarke greets them like an old friend. Most nights she wakes with a jolt-- sometimes from nightmare, other times from the stress of an unimaginably long to-do list-- and lets the slow ascent into day calm her racing mind.

Best Social Media AU

OR, YOU COULD ALWAYS GOOGLE IT by Prosciutto @prosciuttoe

“You know,” Bellamy muses, grin wide and a little conspiratorial, “you’re robbing our legions of fans here. They’re expecting a showdown and you’re being perfectly cordial towards me.” “Right,” she nods, pursing her lips to keep from smiling. “Well, it’s not too late. I could always pitch that glass of water down your shirt.” Someone really should have warned Clarke that the first step to becoming internet famous would involve acquiring a nemesis.

(Or, Bellarke as rival YouTubers, basically.)

YOU'RE COOL ON THE INTERNET, AT LEAST by Prosciutto @prosciuttoe

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person. Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps. Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek. Friend request from Bellamy Blake. Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

I THINK YOU'RE CUTE by caramelle @mellamymake

On second thought, Bellamy should probably have thought to check in with his sister before becoming Instagram buddies with her new roommate. In his defence, he hadn't been entirely sure what 'Follow' actually meant. He'd genuinely thought it was just like some kind of vague, subscription type thing, like when you hit 'Accept' on one of Groupon's numerous attempts to send you updates on the latest offers. It's only when Clarke Griffin actually follows him back that he realises the gravity of what he's done.

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke meet on Instagram.

Best Enemies/Friends to Lovers

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS by DracoTerrae @dracoterrae9099

EMERGENCY CONTACTS by wanheda_two_heda @youleftme-clarke

When Bellamy gets a call from Ark Memorial Hospital because he's the emergency contact for an unnamed girl in her early twenties, his only thought is Octavia. He can't imagine that someone might have just entered his phone number by mistake. But when he sees the blonde girl lying unconscious in a hospital bed with no other contacts until she wakes up, something tells him to stay. So he does.

Based on the prompt: au where person a accidentally puts the wrong number as their emergency contact and when they end up in hospital person b gets called (and comes anyway, despite not knowing person a)

IN MY DREAMS WE ARE ALWAYS TOGETHER by andsowemeetagain

100 delinquents got sent to Earth and battled for survival against the odds. They landed in Trikru territory but that is not where they stayed. After weeks of battle and war, the Sky People finally lost. They were sent to a land far away, where a group of Grounders unlike any they've met waited for them.

*This is a terrible summary...I don't know how to describe this story. It's a mix of canon and AU. But if you like arranged marriage and enemies->friends->lovers and friendship and love and fluff and angst, then this is the fic for you.

Best Past Relationship

I (LOVE)D YOU by funfanfin

KNOWING ME, KNOWING YOU by caramelle @mellamymake

In hindsight, staying in the apartment he shares with his ex probably isn't the best idea Bellamy's ever had. Probably not his worst either, to be fair.

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke break up and, instead of moving out, somehow find themselves in a heated prank war.

I FEEL IT IN MY FINGERS by lightyears

It’s a short wait for the patient to arrive once Clarke gets herself organised. She stands out at the emergency entrance for all of three minutes before the ambulance comes to a stop in front of her, Jasper jumping out of the driver’s seat and rounding to the back to open the rear door. Clarke’s right behind him, watching as the patient is pulled out on a gurney, and getting ready to take action, just like she’s done countless times over the years. But instead of grabbing ahold of the stretcher railing to help wheel the patient inside, asking Monty what happened, what his initial evaluations found, she falters in her step, feels the air get knocked from her all at once. Because she recognises that boy, warm brown skin sprinkled with freckles, unruly inky curls and a jawline so sharp it could cut glass. She recognises him despite the ten years that have passed and the bruises and cuts scattered across the skin free from his clothes. She recognises him and it makes her world stop. “Bellamy,” Clarke breathes out.

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CALL IT A MANIFESTO by THOMAS KELLEY

CALL IT A MANIFESTO: Frankie Bones’ Techno Classic Still Rhymes to the Future

“It Started In Detroit / But I Had to Exploit / The Way I Hear It! / Techno House Is the Sound / From the Dance Cult Underground / I Know You Feel It!” —second verse from Frankie Bones’ ‘Call It Techno,’ June 4, 1989

Before the last hurrahs of the 20th century, from the first Gulf War to the Monica Lewinsky affair, a Brooklyn rebel laid down words for a movement that was short on them. Scrawling them on paper, he devised a message with the force of a freight train, giving it a rhyme and flow that struck across the distance: “Detroit,” “exploit,” “techno house,” “sound,” “dance cult,” “underground.”

But who was this Frankie Bones? There’s no way of answering that without the word “techno” and everything it means. Techno of the past. Techno of the future. Techno, now. His story, which encompasses the American journey of breakbeat grafted to the metronome — the hybrid of polyrhythm and the 4/4 beat — that would define dance music from jazz to rock, disco to electro, onto hip hop, house, techno, rave and “EDM,” evolving without end, is critical to understanding the direction of Western music.

He was a white hip hop kid whose father was murdered by a black man. He was defiant and never afraid to speak his mind. And so, in 1989, he declared his love for a mixed up sound. He wrote lyrics that talked about a new beat that was so strong it was all he could talk about. He described how it was mutating and where it was going. He put his finger on the wire.

He could do that because he knew the shock of loss. Techno was his salvation: Frank Mitchell, who became “Frankie Bones,” survived tragedy through his love of black music, and that’s how he made it his own.

Now, almost thirty years afterits initial release, in honor of his enduring contributions and the fiery urgency of Bones’ career, Carl Cox’s Intec label picked Bones’ landmark anthem ‘Call It Techno’ for a remix E.P. The new edition, which came out in November, includes a sleek, commissioned remix by Bones, along with interpretations by hotshots Raito and Carlo Lio, plus a heavy filtered b-side: ‘Light It Up.’

To understand what was going through his head when he created the original, Ghost Deep talked to Bones about the deep varied currents and rocky urban places that inspired his words (see the full Q&A below).

Like reefs under the waves, each verse of ‘Call It Techno’ described a world within worlds. You had to hear it down below the flash. And then you could feel it— and know, that the future was here. Hearing energetic electrons pushing sound through the air at early raves, generated a cultish religiosity, filled with optimism about the great electronic unknown, a heady convergence of humanity and new technology.

And yet, for most of the world, it was a slow takeover. Mass hysteria had visited pop culture before in the form of Elvis Presley’s gyrating rock ’n’ roll and the “devil music” backlash, and in the form of Beatle-mania. But the “dance cult underground” was different. In America, it was a decades-long insurgency thumped out one renegade party at a time. Kicking off almost 30 years after the 1960s — during the height of the AIDS epidemic — it was more secret and more subversive than rock, moving unseen in the shadows.

Looking back on it now, few were ready for it. “The techno wave has grown / with a style of our own / direct from Brooklyn!” declared Bones. “Essential funk, kick and snare / make you feel it over there / out in London!” And the chorus: “We call it techno! / You can feel the bass! / Call it techno! / Techno bass, bass!”

You could hear the ferocity and fervor in his voice, cresting over the waves of hybrid sound, slinging fully formed ideas in street code with a common touch, set to the crunching breaks of hip hop and electro, the sensual groove of C + C Music Factory’s ‘Seduction,’ with ghostly synths hovering in like the fog.

With simple words and his “techno house sound,” Bones was addressing the emergence of a global underground. He was talking to London, and Detroit, and connecting the power cables near the Hudson. And he wasn’t going to take shit from no one.

Computer Noise And Pounding Bass / Hits You In the Face / Like A Hammer

And yet no one really knew how to talk about it. True, there were the visionary words of Juan Atkins on Detroit techno classics, like ‘No UFO’s’ and ‘Night Drive (Thru Babylon),’ both from 1985. Or the gospel call and response of Bernard Fowler on N.Y.C. Peech Boys’ ‘Life Is Something Special,’ going back to 1982 — “Can you feel it!?” — on to Chicago house anthems like Larry Heard’s ‘Can You Feel It?’ and Marshall Jefferson’s ‘Move Your Body.’

But the difference is no one had described the movement those songs inspired in stark international terms— a techno-social wave that would go on to sweep the world. The clues were just barely knowable, if not yet universal (read the full lyrics to ‘Call It Techno’). After the tumult of the ’60s and ’70s, Westerners were just starting to formulate feelings about the great leaps ahead, from the end of the Cold War to the Information Revolution to China’s economic rise to today’s cyber delusional storms. As life accelerated through the ’90s, the past seemed to recede with ever greater speed.

Until it didn’t. Today, the Cold War is back. The truth is on life support. And the shadows of the Great Depression linger in antsy brains. As Bones is fond of noting, the inverse of techno’s manifest destiny also applies: when the past meets the present, that’s when the future arrives.

The same year ‘Call It Techno’ went to press, the first internet service providers went commercial. Communism ebbed away in Eastern Europe. The Berlin Wall came down. The same day Bones put out his single, the Chinese government murdered and bulldozed students protesting for democracy in Tiananmen Square. At the other end of the spectrum, corporate control of Western music ensured pop vanilla from the likes of Rick Astley, Richard Marx, Skid Row and Milli Vanilli, ruled the airwaves.

The following year? Vanilla Ice’s ‘Ice Ice Baby.’

Imagine that. No, really. Imagine. Imagine if it was all “Word to your mother”?

If free-thinking people were to survive the transitions, AND transgressions, of the ’90s and beyond — into hacked identities and Russian brainwashing, from smartphone addictions all the way to real Fake News and Fake Intelligence (A.I. or otherwise) — then they would need an underlying context that reminded them how they got there and who they are.

For many, that grounding would be techno — the Music of Machines.

Bones brought a powerful subtext to that riddling context. A native son of New York City, he grew up next to train tracks in Brooklyn, tagging brick walls with his graffiti call sign, “BONES” (given to him for his wiry, skinny frame), crawling through subway tunnels, chowing down hot dogs at Coney Island, tearing it up at disco roller rinks, and mining records with every cent he got.

Once he became a man, he picked up the mic. His father died four years before he recorded ‘Call It Techno.’ He could talk about himself. Or he could talk about the city he loved. He could talk about his anguish. Or he could talk about the unifying beat at the heart of the world.

So he wrote five verses that gave voice to a critical moment in time, this New Yorker bringing a hip hop attitude to the techno dance party. He punctuated the emerging technological groove with a sense of mission. He told the story of rave’s birth, of cold cities giving harbor to the blues of former slaves, of a flash point in Europe, of Brooklyn crashing London in the cover of night.

We’re a long way from 1989. But sifting through the story on ‘Call It Techno,’ the same stakes have little changed and his defiance applies now more than ever. Asking the Johnny Appleseed of Techno about how his manifesto came to be, he explains the experiences and records that informed his style, and how “rave” was just revolution by another name.

GHOST DEEP: ‘Call It Techno’ talks about the Brooklyn style. Can you define what that style is and where it came from?

Frankie Bones: In 1978 and 1979, two iconic movies being Saturday Night Fever and The Warriors, were stories written for and about Brooklyn. But that being said, living in Brooklyn in the 1970s and 1980s was an identity crisis, a period of uncertainty and confusion in which a person’s identity is questioned due to a change in their expected roles in society.

That was Brooklyn Style. It wasn’t a style at all. It was more just about survival in the streets. If you claimed a style, you were going to be picked on and bullied.

An earlier Brooklyn film from 1974, titled The Education Of Sonny Carson,depicts this even better, and I only mention that because John Travolta was first appearing on a TV show called Welcome Back Kotter, also based in the same Brooklyn neighborhood Saturday Night Fever was based a few years later: Bensonhurst, Bay Ridge, Coney Island — our stomping grounds.

What else was going on in Brooklyn at that time that inspired you?

We moved into Flatbush, 982 East 38 Street to be exact, last house on the left of a dead end street, on August 7, 1973. Put the address in the search bar and you can see a small modest house. It was more beautiful back then. This was the same weekend Kool Herc threw the very first hip-hop party in the Bronx. I was seven.

But I began collecting records early on. Very early on. Because I lived next to railroad tracks and there was a flea market only a few blocks away.

This is hillarious, but the scene in Boyz In The Hood — “You wanna see a dead body?” — the railroad tracks next to my house were exact and the same. I never saw a dead body, but there were things. Things to explore, things to break, to light on fire. There is a sense of isolation on freight train tracks, especially in a city as big as Brooklyn. The World Trade Center was just completed. New York City was changing.

When those movies came out though, we lived our lives through those stories. We wrote graffiti. We did hip hop. Breakdancing. Our young friends also became famous years later. It was dangerous and yet exciting.

Who were those young friends who became famous and what did they become famous for?

They were mainly graffiti artists such as Ghost, Reas, JA, Kaves and my brother who wrote as Ven. They left a mark which lasted decades. Otherwise, producers like Omar Santana and Carlos Berrios, who did rather well in the music industry.

So that’s the emotional background to the song, this mixed up identity of New York City in the ’70s and ’80s. So what were you trying to capture in terms of the future with the song’s lyrics and vocal delivery?

‘Call It Techno’ was written after we first got the phone call to play at these big all-night raves in London. I worked with Northcott Productions: Silvio Tancredi (R.I.P.) and Tommy Musto.

They had just built a studio and office for their label, which became Fourth Floor, on 25 West 38th Street. We started making tracks every single day. We had a pressing plant. We were distribution and independent. I started working there in 1987. After one year and lots of releases, a weird trend became totally visible to us and us only: we were shipping more records to London than we were selling States-side.

This began in 1988. And it was my Bonesbreaks 2 where there was this massive paradigm shift. London was going through some sort of revolution in our eyes because the records magically just started to have a big demand in the U.K. and we wanted to know why.

Right, so the concept for ‘Call It Techno’ first came from that London connection?

Well, we get the phone call. We knew it was coming actually. I remember getting that offer to come and play in London. I had already had steady DJ gigs in New York, but they were talking about 5,000 people parties in London. With just DJs.

This was unheard of in New York City. New York had mega-clubs: Paradise Garage, Studio 54, Fun House, etc. But it never had multiple DJs per night. It just didn’t happen. You got “track acts,” live P.A.s performing. But unless you were Jam Master Jay performing with Run-DMC, you were not going to DJ in these clubs. They had one resident DJ only. And you had to produce commercial music to create a buzz.

We actually had already done that with freestyle and electro, but in 1987, house music became the sound and it had evolved through disco. The Chicago and Detroit styles were strictly underground-based and filtered to DJs who spent time in record stores.

So if this new sound was filtering into New York DJs over time, did techno need such a manifesto in your opinion? What were the thoughts you debated in putting words to what has often been wordless music?

The paradigm shift I mentioned was from Bonesbreaks 2 [1988]. We were just fucking around with these bizarre mash-ups, which were basically breakbeats and house and smashing TR-Roland 808 drum machines and the preferred Casio RZ-1 synthesizer, over us just mixing records and releasing them as DJ tools. Knowing that was way over the top for 1988 standards and hearing that our records were in higher demand than the previous Chicago and Detroit releases were in London, a bell went off in my head.

I went in and made a freestyle song using Detroit Techno sounds. I perform the song. Cut out the middlemen, who were actually young female singers who sang on our songs. I was quite successful writing popular freestyle tracks at the time. I did a ton of ghostwriting for Omar Santana and Carlos Berrios, who were also making big waves in their careers. And I always loved Egyptian Lover’s records from ‘Egypt, Egypt’ onward. 2 Live Crew. “I could do this.” No problem.

I didn’t actually ever have a problem writing hip hop songs. My only issue was being this kind of goofy white kid from Brooklyn who already knew the stakes well in advance. I knew in advance that I was going to London to DJ, and have an opportunity to have no limits and no boundaries.

‘Call It Techno’ was my way of arriving with a new passport and telling the Brits, “Hey, I get it.” You guys are some kind of “Dance Cult from the Underground and Techno House is the Sound.”

Tech-house? In 1989? Imagine that.

Hold Up / Wait A Minute / Let Me Put Our / Bass In It

Bones opened up Groove Records in 1990, a small record store in the multiethnic Bensonhurst enclave of Brooklyn, that focused on selling techno vinyl. It would later reincarnate as the long running Sonic Groove record store, in partnership with his younger brother Adam (known best as Adam X) and Heather Lotruglio (better known as DJ Heather Heart). Their business would go under following the cultural and economic aftershocks of 9/11.

But the year after ‘Call It Techno’ impacted dance floors, the future opened wide with a sense of possibility. For over a decade Bones and his crew would help lead the “dance cult underground’ in various capacities. Infamously, they jump-started the New York rave scene by throwing their gutsy “Storm Raves.” They cut bolt locks and set up speaker stacks in brickyards and train yards. They wired their gear into street lamps for power, jacking into the city’s electric grid, setting up a parallel universe of uncompromising music.

It was that same Brooklyn Style that Bones talks about — improvisational and risky. In the early ’80s, as is widely misreported, disco had “died.” But a only few years later, it came back as a robot. In abandoned warehouses across the Hudson and under bridges, the great cosmopolis, the Big Apple, got its “computer noise and pounding bass.”

Bones made good on the spirit of ‘Call It Techno.’ He captured, predicted and helped carry out its proclamations. But in many ways, New York just as easily could have stayed a hip hop town speckled with underground disco haunts — one without the pulse, the other without the boom.

It was that intersection that always caught his ear. He heard it in Afrika Bambaata and the Soul Sonic Force. He heard it in Cybotron’s ‘Clear.’ That intense connection to funk.

He loved electro and hip hop for their hybrid, diverse energy. He loved how they cut through barriers. When his father, who drove taxis for an extra source of income, was killed, it was the young Bones’ love of hip hop at a time when the city was seething with racial strife, that helped him channel his sorrow in a more hopeful direction.

It’s those shards of life and music that helped define his unique sound. He’s not only a DJ who conjures mayhem from the decks but who writes dark, wily records like 2017’s excellent ‘I’m Taking Control,’ and who can slam words over songs and DJ sets on the fly. He sees the world in terms of rhyme.

GHOST DEEP: The lyric “It started in Detroit / but I had to exploit / the way I hear it” pays homage to Detroit’s genesis of “techno.” When did you first hear a Detroit techno record?

Frankie Bones: The untold story of Juan Atkins, who I dearly respect, but what people never caught onto. ‘Clear’ by Cybotron. Juan produced it in 1982. Legendary Electro. Everyone knows ‘Clear.’ Clearly Juan has stated time and time again that he never heard ‘Planet Rock’ when he penned ‘Clear.’ He didn’t hear it.

I know Juan dearly for many years and he is an honest and truthful man. The can of worms opens when you read the record label. It says MIXED BY JOSE “ANIMAL” DIAZ — a New York DJ whose mix was modeled 100% to the mold of ‘Planet Rock.’ Find Juan’s original from the album. I always pay attention to detail. The original song sounded like an electro-funk song of its era, with no bottom end.

‘Planet Rock’ had changed everything and it was a New York classic straight out of the crate. The music was made in big session studios with big budgets. $150 an hour type stuff. It wasn’t made in someone’s bedroom.

So was that Detroit record the first techno record you ever heard?

Cybotron, yes, but Juan’s Metroplex records, which were electro and not labelled techno, fueled the fire all the way through, from 1982 on. It allowed me to realize there were people making these type of records outside of the New York electro scene: Miami, Detroit and Hollywood. We were making “Electro,” “Freestyle,” and “Breaks,” and most of it filtered through hip hop, where it wasn’t really taken seriously.

What is Detroit techno in your book? Where did it come from that is not often talked about, like the cultural strains that it evolved from?

Yes, I absolutely can, with an award from Detroit’s Metro Times newspaper giving me the 1999 Best DJ award for my four-year residency at Motor Lounge as an outside talent.

I was a natural for Detroit, being from Brooklyn. Mad Mike Banks from Underground Resistance and I have been dear friends since 1992, just because “I get it.” I wasn’t just let in. Detroit cats will test every single bone in your body before letting you just come into town and feel at home. Eminem had me so confused in 1999… He chose me to DJ his homecoming party.

But getting back to what “Detroit” is? It’s a people mover. Like the little train downtown that loops around in Downtown Detroit and doesn’t do anything much more than go around in circles in one direction only. Kind of like a record on a turntable. Motown left to California along with more than half of the city’s population. The ‘67 Riots ripped a hole into the heart of the city. The people who stayed worked for General Motors, Ford, etc.

I find most of the kindest, warm hearted people in Detroit. People who respect you for the character in your soul rather then the color of your skin. Their music was their only escape. The only way to have faith in the future in Detroit, was through music.

Without it, they would have not been able to survive.

So then on the Belleville Three — Detroit techno originators Juan Atkins, Kevin Saunderson and Derrick May — you call out Juan in particular on the record label sticker for ‘Call It Techno.’ Why did you call out Juan specifically?

There is no such thing as the “Belleville Three.” It’s a myth. But let me explain. It’s because I know Juan, Derrick and Kevin as individuals. They were on the same timeline, which makes them a trio. But not for one minute is there any “band” there.

I remember Metroplex when it was Metroplex. KMS [Kevin Saunderson’s label]. Transmat [Derrick May’s label]. I can go deeper into that with Fragile, Planet E, Accelerator, UR. I gave the shout-out to Juan because ‘Clear’ is clearly layered throughout ‘Call It Techno.’ I didn’t sample Kevin or Derrick on the record.

The thing is, there are so many different samples on the original track, you just hear layers of sounds, sometimes when you combine sounds, they cancel each other out, but if you go back and listen, it’s clear as day.

The label notes also call out Seduction’s (Clivilles & Cole) house classic, ‘Seduction.’ When did you first hear that record? Why did you choose to use that bass line?

The original mix of ‘Call It Techno’ says “House Mix.” The bass line was the preferred sound in NYC house music at the time in 1989. Todd Terry, Kenny and Louie [Masters At Work] were big on bass lines. C + C Music Factory [Robert Clivilles and David Cole] just kind of made anything underground into a pop success because they were a great production team.

So when I said “Hold up, wait a minute,” the bass line comes in as a friend. Like “this techno stuff is weird, I don’t like it”… I put the bass line in so you can calm down, not lose any mascara, so I can get into my next verse. I mean, I got five verses, which was a lot for any song.

Right, speaking of, in another great verse, the lyric “In the club or in your car / the sound will take you far / we know you feel it,” says a lot about the contexts in which you were listening to techno at the time. Were you playing mixtapes in the car? Were you hearing techno on the radio?

Mixtapes and car systems in 1989 were like peanut butter and jelly as a kid. It just made fucking sense. But in 1989, techno was not played anywhere in New York City. Not even by the most underground DJ.

Those who did follow Chicago Trax, did get their first taste through acid house. But again, talking about paradigm shifts, Todd Terry was instrumental in making house music popular in New York by sampling Chicago songs and old electro cuts, and making house cool for everyone in the streets. Prior to that, house music was a clique or a club. A camp even.

You had to be down with the people in the scene to be a part of that. That began to change in 1987.

The lyric “House was once innovative / but now we’re in a state of / acid”seems to be saying that acid house was a leap forward. You follow that“With acid house there was confusion / over a drug use illusion / but I don’t use it.” In respects to “techno” and “house,” where does “acid” or “acid house” fit in from your perspective?

We arrived to play at Energy in the U.K. on August 26, 1989, to find the largest event in its history currently in progress — where the 5,000 people expected became 25,000 people and “acid house” was all the rage.

Their media called these parties “Wild Acid House Parties” with kids going insane from doing LSD. Nobody was on LSD. Not one person. Ecstasy was pure MDMA and I would imagine that every single person was doing it because it was so freaking awesome….how bout dat?

The state of acid was the confusion between a Roland TB-303 Acid Box and the drug known as LSD. The ability to have a machine make sounds that made people think you were on drugs and once that happened, the innovation was gone. Chicago had already made acid house. They were moving onto 1990.

People like Hardfloor, Josh Wink, Richie Hawtin, Misjah & Tim, and Underground Resistance, gave the 303 a second life in my opinion.

So then I want to ask you specifically about the phrase “techno house.” What do you mean by that exactly? I bring it up because like “EDM,” these words have lost a lot of their meaning because the context has shifted so much.

“Techno House was the sound of the Dance Cult Underground out in London.” The U.K. birthright of rave was mostly house music. But they green-lighted techno with the arrival of the “Techno” albums that Neil Rushton put out on 10 Records (a label) before his Network label came to life.

But to appreciate real Detroit techno, as this British revolution was happening, was the biggest blessing of all. And when I use the word blessing, it’s the feeling of being in the middle of 17,500 people dancing to ‘Strings Of Life’ as the sun comes up at 6 a.m.

Then in your mind, is techno an American sound or a U.K. sound or a global sound? Or both, and how?

Techno IS the future. Maybe the future past by now. But I believe it was absolutely global. That being said, “It started in Detroit,” while exploiting what happened next.

And Now You See How We Rock / Without The Kid Down The Block / Party People

A cult is a closed community, as is a club. Whether we’re talking about Charles Manson’s murderous “Family” or Pink Floyd’s late ’60s psychedelic UFO club. When you get there, you close the door. You maybe even lock it. But the “underground” means something bigger. It’s not just a congregation or an inconspicuous place. It’s an idea, about the freedom of ideas, that undergirds the whole counter-cultural continuum. Anyone can come and go. The only constant is an obsession with the unknown.

For ideas to survive, they must find a wider audience. ‘Call It Techno’ was built to last in this way. Bones’ new remix rumbles deeper down. His voice is lower, but renewed with vigor. Twenty-eight years in his head, his words roll out with ease, un-rushed, tempered by the vision of someone who has seen it all. Drums trickle up to the sky like reverse rain. Bass wakes the primal spirit. It’s the dawn within the night.

Bones’ generation, Generation X, grew up in the shadows of the Baby Boom, from Vietnam to Woodstock to Trump. America sleepwalked. So when electrons woke kids up with loud synthetic bass, it revealed the power of disembodied funk. The question was, could they absorb it, and then express their innermost thoughts?

By the late ’80s, it all seemed to connect in a series of wild chain reactions. While much of the change pulsed from Silicon Valley and Washington D.C., in the form of technological and political change, musically speaking, even bigger explosions and tectonic shifts were emanating from Berlin, Tokyo, Manchester, London, Detroit, Chicago, Los Angeles, and of course, New York City.

Techno was a cyber dimension on a par with the Web itself. It was open to anyone, long before Snapchat, Facebook or Cozy Bear. At its best, it was about the freedom of thought. It wasn’t mind control, even if its repetitive sounds worked with the efficiency of computer algorithms. Because its true genius was human. That was as clear as day in the hands of Bones. The continued relevance of ‘Call It Techno,’ both in its old and new forms, demonstrates how effective that contrast was, in teaching the oppressed how to face the future: Imaginations can always dance to a kind of clairvoyance — skeletal in its precision and voluptuous in its impressions.

And yet, 30 years into this revolution, it appears the world needs an anchor more than a cutting prow. Demographic silos and data clouds have whipped many of us into a kind of mass psychosis. Human nature is hardcoded and no robot can erase it, only take advantage of it. Still, the underground runs deeper in our collective O.S., the unconscious. When it comes to “techno house,” you have to go back to the era of MS-DOS floppy disks and vinyl-based “EDM” to locate today’s most important invocation.

In fact, the first vinyl pressing of ‘Call It Techno’ was floppy. It bends with gravity. As if it could turn to liquid — our grip on reality.

Because the world forgets. Until someone picks up a microphone. Right now it’s champagne and tax cut kicks, to the backdrop of Charlottesville and Great Recession amnesia. The question remains the same, because we’ve been here before. Where is our humanity?

Engraved on a tombstone is a roller skate. It simply says:

“Miles Mitchell, Devoted Husband & Father — Forever in Our Hearts.”

He was taken away by a single bullet. Bones’ father was “cool as fuck,” he says. He loved rock, and he loved disco, he loved to dance, and he loved to skate. Bones never forgot. “Considering how many miles I have traveled through techno, I believe he would be proud.”

Miles’ son does a neat thing on his new remix. He chuckles as he did on the original, but this time calls out his production partner, Christopher Petti. He did the same back in 1989, like the hip hop M.C.’s of old, calling out the Brooklyn Funk Essentials crew, keeping it democratic.

That’s why ‘Call It Techno’ is timeless. We need words, even if it takes a generation to find the right ones, reconstructed within lines of concentration, mixed with grace, in a rhythm. And it can’t be lived through phones.

In a club or in your car, that series of images or memories forms ideas, put down on paper or in a song, pouring back out into psyches, before resolving into new letters and codes — core to you —like bones.

GHOST DEEP: Who is the “kid down the block” when you call out to “party people”? Why was it important to have an archetypal blocker to resist, to lead folks your own way?

Frankie Bones: Ha ha…It was actually aimed at Todd Terry, who actually did live down the block at the time. He had a very big impact on the industry in 1988 and 1989, and until I went to the U.K., I had felt that I wasn’t getting any respect in New York and when I did ‘Call It Techno,’ I switched up the style knowing I was doing that for London.

You rap about the “essential funk” of “kick and snare.” How is funk “essential” to techno? How are the “kick” and “snare” important? Is it about polyrhythm and syncopation?

Lenny Dee and Victor Simonelli were known as The Brooklyn Funk Essentials in 1988. They were hired by Arthur Baker, who was God to us as teenagers because of ‘Planet Rock’ in 1982. Arthur Baker basically made the 808 record of its era. It was the first time you heard an 808 kick like that.

As far as syncopation goes, it’s huge. It holds it all together the way your neighbors’ kids’ grunge band could never. Everything we were doing was essential to us, because we were carving our path into tomorrow.

A lot of my records back then were anything but funky, but sometimes the magic happened, like if you somehow could wear 12 different colognes at once and come up with a new scent, rather then have the TSA suspect you for being a person of interest for stinking so bad that you would have to be someone up to no good.

We were all over the place. We were into everything and everything electronic music had to offer.

The lyric “Computer noise and pounding bass / hits you in the face / like a hammer” is visually arresting. Can you describe how you came up with those words, and what is it about those sounds that make techno so powerful, both physically, musically and psychologically?

Yes. Working in Arthur Baker’s Shakedown Studios in 1988 was the first time I worked in a huge NYC studio, and the monitors in the main room had like 9" portholes that literally punched you in the chest so hard that it was like a stun gun. Then it dawned on me why Baker’s productions in 1983 sounded like the bass wasn’t part of the production, all treble. Like the first royalty check from ‘Planet Rock’ was delivered in this beautiful studio with a few kilos of cocaine to keep up with your production schedule.

I cannot confirm nor deny if this is actually true, and I’m not suggesting Arthur would ever participate in such shenanigans, as much as I would say the same for myself and my comrades.

You talk a lot about “bass” in the lyrics. It’s foundational. How was bass important to the creation of techno culture then?

I mean in layman’s terms and pun intended. If the music was the actual pick-up, the bass line was the guarantee you were getting laid. The bass is what made the chips of paint come off the walls, set speakers on fire literally and pretty much the reason the police arrive to close down the party. Because if you are not part of the bass line, then it’s a frequency that disturbs people.

It’s not just the sound but the timing. You have a great meter to the lyrics. What is that based on? Was that a rap rhythm you were inspired by? You’ve talked to me before about how much hip hop influenced you as a kid and teen. Why did it have such an affect on you?

“I wanna rock right now, I’m Rob Base and I came to get down, I’m not internationally known, but I’m known to rock the microphone.” ‘It Takes Two’ by Rob Base & EZ Rock pretty much was my first influence.

There was a second influence that some people may be able to figure out, but if I had to come straight out and tell you, I would have to kill you.

Back to Rob Base, I was about to be internationally known, with no clue how to rock a micro-phone, so I figured I better try before finding out the hard way. In the end, ‘Call It Techno’ became the anthem for the German scene, which can be checked on Youtube by searching for “We Call It Techno”.

There’s another thing you do. “The techno wave has grown / with a style of our own / DIRECT from Brooklyn” — It’s the way you emphasize “grown” and “own,” but punch it home with “direct.” It’s the same rolling groove with swinging hits on other verses. It’s incredibly effective. Why and how did that vocal style work its way into your performance?

If people have read this far, I would invite you to Youtube to search for a song called ‘My Heart Holds The Key’ by Marie Venchura. Omar Santana and I were making lots of Freestyle Music and by 1988, we figured out every little trick in the book to make popular music.

I wrote lyrics from a shoebox of letters girls gave me in my teenage years. I’d take a sentence and make it rhyme and turn it into a song.

The Marie Venchura record is virtually unknown to my catalog but it is so over the top in it’s final version, you can instantly understand I was good at wordplay before techno ever even became part of the equation.

What did you write the original lyrics for ‘Call It Techno’ on? Where were you specifically when you did?

House music really started to become popular in 1987 and 1988. Whatever techno tracks that came out were considered house also, but I knew about techno because I was buying a lot of Detroit labels and I knew a second wave of music was coming behind house.

I would have never even wrote ‘Call It Techno’ had I not know I was going to London. But it was kind of obvious that a huge scene was happening in the U.K. and I didn’t want anyone there to think I was just a house music DJ from New York. I did write the song in advance of itself. Like I had an instinctual vision of what was yet to come.

The Techno Wave had grown to about a dozen people in New York City at that point. I figured if twelve more people got into it at least I wouldn’t be lying. We were already producing music daily at our studio in Manhattan. Go in at noon and sometimes work as late as midnight, every day like having to go to work. I wrote the lyrics at home in a couple of hours.

I already had been writing songs for other artists for a few years so something like this, and me being the artist, probably took four to six hours to write the lyrics and the whole next day composing the tracks. It was done in those two steps, lyrics then music the next day. All in one shot.

So then what was it like to perform them vocally, your own words?

It was fun because I made it for the kids in London who really didn’t care if I ever spoke a word to them so as long as I played the music they liked from me.

Right, because what’s important about the human voice versus computer noise and pounding bass?

Identity. A song is a song and a track is a track. But sometimes it depends on who is listening and what they like.

What is different about the power of words versus the power of sounds?

That would be best answered between House vs. Techno. Most house music that is popular comes from good lyrical content. Techno relies on technology and futuristic sounds. But sometimes it takes different parts of both to be interesting.

You’re known for a bravado sound and persona. Where does ‘Call It Techno’ fit into that larger narrative inside you?

We started off this story talking about the movies of 1978 and 1979, which influenced me as a young teenager. New Yorkers are proud people, especially when you venture out into the outer boroughs. Whatever I did for DJ culture is a part of a great moment in time in a crucial part of its history.

Chicago historians will have a problem with what started in Detroit. Because what started has a bigger part in our history. The truth of it all is that it always was part of New York. Dance music was based in New York City.

It came through the disco era. We have the biggest part of DJ culture via hip hop and the discotheque era of the ‘70s.

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