#WH-WHOO

[strawbs-arts]

what a pretty fellow!

i drew wally with my rainbow paper fans. maybe this could also be a pride drawing, so happy pride everyone!

[drumkenz]

(via GIPHY)

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

do we say goodbye?

Word Count - 4500

Summary: With the news of John being traded some difficult choices need to be made.

Warnings: dom male/sub fem

Authors Note: I was actually already writing this before that Johnny picture was posted today but then I was like whoo I gotta finish this for y'all. I actually likely proof read most of this and then was just like fuck it, so sorry for grammar and spelling errors as always. So please enjoy, and as always thank you for reading my garage.

Masterlist

It has been exactly 2 weeks since you received the news that John was going to have to move to Utah at the end of the summer because he was traded. Somehow, it feels longer, it feels like it’s been a lifetime of mourning together trying to decide what is the best course of action. Should you drop everything you had in Jersey, your friends, your career, your life to move to Utah with someone you’ve only been dating for eight months? And yet in the same breath, it feels like your entire body is still in shock, as if you just heard the knock on your door that Saturday morning. 

Opening the door to see your boyfriend was a pleasant surprise, “Hi Johnny whatcha doing here? I thought you had plans today, decided you missed me?” Your voice was light, airy… happy to see him until you looked up and saw his face, his eyes filled with hurt and pain, like he was struggling to even look at you as he winced at your words. “Johnny baby what’s wrong?” Opening your apartment door further to welcome him in. 

“Can we talk lovie.” he asks as he steps into your apartment, immediately taking his shoes off knowing you are serious about a shoeless apartment. 

“What’s wrong Johnny? You’re scaring me, did something happen back home?” anxiously asking as you wrap your arms around yourself trying to brace yourself for whatever is about to come. 

“No everyone’s okay, just please can we sit down.” As he softly reaches out to grab you trying to pull you towards your living room. As he’s pulling you towards the couch you can’t slow your mind down. 

“Are you breaking up with me?” you ask as your voice cracks, John whips his head around so fast, immediately his hands are crowning your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“No. never” even though he whispers his words you know that he’s telling the truth.

“Then what?” asking as you go to hold onto him for comfort as you feel your breath start to catch scared of whatever he’s about to say; but what he does say never in a million years would you expect. 

“I got traded, baby…. I mean I knew it was a possibility but I didn’t think, I never thought it would be.” he starts rambling, still holding your face but his eyes staring off into somehow else, as if he’s finally letting his anger be felt.

“Where? Somehow local? Rangers that would be funny, Islanders, Capitals?” you ask, a smile forming on your lips, relief filling your body at that being the news. Your question brings John’s attention back to you. 

“Utah.” he mumbles, his eyes not leaving your face as he watches your breath quicken. The shock of how far away that is, let alone that there is literally nothing in fucking Utah. 

“No… no, no, you're kidding really where?” a shocked chuckle leaving your lips as you tighten your grip on the sides of John’s t-shirt. 

“Baby I’m sorry.” he mumbles and that’s all it takes for you to break, because somehow even though John said that this wouldn’t be the end he knew in a way it was the end. Once the words sank in, you couldn’t help breaking down, John’s arms moving to your waist, as you felt like you were falling, but he caught you. He would always catch you, he was your Johnny, what were you supposed to do without your Johnny. “I got you baby, shhh it’s alright, let it out baby girl.” as he carried you to the coach and let you cry until you exhausted yourself. “I’m so fucking sorry honey.” he coos in your ear as he holds you tighter.He held you that entire day, not even answering his phone as his teammates, family members who didn’t know and the world was blowing up his phone at the news. All he cared about was that you knew that nothing was going to change even if he lived on the other side of the country. 

That was two weeks ago to the day, John told you that he loved you and he would do whatever you wanted. He told you that he loved you and that he didn’t wanna lose you. But he understood if you didn’t wanna do long distance because it isn’t what you signed up for. Not when you met him in the bar celebrating with his team all those months ago. The last two weeks along with spending as much time as possible together, you’ve been haunted by the memories of everything you have built over the last eight months. The games you’ve gone to, dealing with the roadies, meeting his family when they played Bruins, and him meeting yours. John and you just made sense together, he wasn’t some dumb guy who happened to play hockey. He was close to a genius IQ, but also funny, and didn’t need to be the center of attention. He loved staying home with you and being a homebody after his busy week at the rink. He was the kindest man you’ve ever dated, always called you when he was away. When you were working late on a project, he would doordash food to your home so he knew you would eat that night. Something about you guys just fit and the idea of him having to move across the country broke you. 

At first it was no brainer that you would do long distance, but for how long? Everything you had built in your career was around Manhattan, who were you to leave everything you’ve built. Living in big cities like John was all you ever knew and both of you knew that you wouldn’t be happy in Utah. Although it was unspoken you both knew that you had a clock counting down the minutes to the end, knowing ultimately that you weren’t meant to do long distance. If you were ever meant to be more than you already were, you would have to move to Utah. Would you ever want to leave everything behind for John? Both of you knew the answer was no and that your relationship had a deadline that was fastly approaching. At first when you found out, it felt as if the deadline was just something in the background, John and you were still able to be you. Both being able to go on dinner dates, watch movies and cuddle on the couch, take lazy Sunday naps. Somehow over the last two weeks the tension has come to the front of your mind. It was making it hard to focus when he was holding you at night thinking about how in less than 8 weeks he would be gone and you would be alone. When you were getting ready for work and you accidentally almost tripped over one of his house slippers, at first you were frustrated that you almost fell. But then your mind played a trick on you, it let you think about how it might be the last time you almost trip over his slippers and how you should be grateful. 

The thoughts of him leaving you, starting to consume you slowly but then it became too much, on your subway ride to work you would let your mind wander about how sad you will be. 

The first time you came to one of his games, you decided to make it a surprise and you were so grateful that you did because the look on his face of pure shock and happiness made your chest so warm, you no longer felt cold in the arena. He was in the middle of warm ups with Luke, when Luke pointed you out standing on the other side of the glass. He skated so fast over to you holding his gloved hand up to you. The arena was already starting to get full since warm-ups were almost over, so you couldn’t hear exactly what Jack and Curtis were saying on the other side but you knew it had something to do with John’s reaction to seeing you, because next thing you knew he’s flipping them the bird. 

Lost in your own brain filled with memories you miss your stop on the train. Never in the whole 3 years that you’ve had this job have you ever missed your stop until today. Too busy focusing on thinking about the memories of you and him, suddenly you couldn’t breath thinking about how heartbroken you will be at the end of the summer. It was as if in that moment you knew, you knew that your heart couldn’t wait until the end of the summer to call it off. Knowing now that you had to break up with the love of your life because the idea of having one last perfect summer together broke your heart more than saying goodbye now. 

Trying to just make it through your day, without thinking too much about how tonight when John comes over you will be breaking both your hearts. The entire day you couldn’t focus on doing anything, it was like you were in autopilot mode, just going through the motions of your day. It was as if your mind kept going over all the possibilities of how tonight would go down in your mind forever as the night you ended it all. Sadly what were you supposed to do, live long distance for years or have one last good summer together and then break up? Johnny was supposed to spend most of the summer in Boston with family, so to ask him to stay here to have one last summer together felt wrong. At the time, him being in Boston and already starting long distance felt even worse. This had to end, even if it wasn’t fair, even if you loved him more than anyone else, even if you felt like he was your forever. Ultimately, you decided that it’s better to end it now, before it fell apart and became like broken glass at both your feet. 

Johnny was already supposed to come over tonight, since he broke the news neither of you have been able to be apart for a night, trying to soak in all the time you can. Deciding you needed to get home as soon as possible you decided to take an lyft to your apartment instead of train all the way back to Jersey. The entire ride back you sitting in the backseat, fidgeting as your nervousness starts to build up at the fact that you have to tell Johnny you can’t do this. The idea of being in a relationship with a deadline was slowly breaking you more than just calling it off now. A part of you hated yourself for what you were about to do. Nonetheless if you don’t break it off, you don’t know how you were going to survive not having Johnny around in the fall if you don’t choose yourself now. 

Finally, reaching your apartment building you mumble a quick thank you to the driver and get out. Quickly making it into the safety of your home, deciding you needed to shower and wash off the dirt of the city air. By the time John lets himself into your apartment with his key you’re in the bathroom finishing up some much needed skin care. He walks into your bedroom calling out for you. “In here.” you yell back. He immediately walks into the bathroom and holds you from the back.

 “hi baby girl.” he mumbles, a black snapback on his head, and in some basketball shorts and a devils t-shirt. 

“Hey.” you mumble out, trying not to focus too hard on the way your body wants to sink into his and let him hold you forever. 

“How was your day?” he mumbles as he starts leaving little kisses on your shoulder knowing that you're not done rubbing in all your moisturizer on your face yet. 

“I missed my stop on the train, so I was late to work.” finally making eye-contact with him in the mirror. 

“What? Honey, you're like a true New Yorker now, you could fall asleep and wake up in time for your stop. What happened?” his voice full of concern as he turned you around in his arms, pinning you to the sink behind you, his legs trapping you from moving. Finally done your skin care, you just look down finding comfort in looking at your hands not wanting to do this yet. Not wanting to have this inevitable conversation but knowing it needs to be done. 

“Babygirl, you just did your skincare I know you don’t want me to touch your face” he whispers his hand gently going towards your face as if he was going to force you to look at him. Deciding to give into him before he does, you look up tears threatening to spill. 

“It’s just not fair, ya know Johnny, I mean were happy.” The tears that were threatening to spill are now fully coming down your face. Johnny catches each one with his hand before you hide your face in his neck. 

He softly starts cooing to calm you down, “shhh baby I know I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” Holding you tight, lifting you so that you're sitting on the edge of the sink, your legs wrapping around him to push him as close as possible. “It kills me that I’m gonna break your heart at the end of the summer.” he softly admits. 

Slowly, you remove your head so that you see Johnny’s face when you let your confession slip out of your mouth “it’s already breaking me.” That’s all it takes for Johnny to close the distance between you both smashing your lips together, the kiss was full of need; need to be close, need for him being traded a nightmare, need for showing your love to each other, need for one last night together. “I’m sorry Johnny I just can’t-” you start to explain but he cuts you off.

“It’s okay baby. I know.” as he reassures you, your tears start to fall out at even a faster rate. He starts cooing at you, holding you so tight it’s hard to breathe but somehow that reassures you more then if he wasn’t. Between each phrase of comfort leaving small kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders showering you with the love he feels for you. “It's okay lovie…. It’s not your fault…I understand…. Don’t cry lovie…” Each sentiment that leaves his mouth somehow calming you more than the last until you stop crying. 

“Johnny?” you mumble

“Yes lovie.” The nickname not going unnoticed by your heart, he’s the only one that’s ever called you that and no one else will ever be able to call you that. 

“Can w- we have one last night please?” hiding in his neck. He doesn’t answer, instead he picks you up and carries you to your bed softly laying you down and climbing between your legs. This time he’s the one that hides in the safety of your neck, needing to feel him as close as possible you throw his snapback off. Your hand immediately goes to his curls, your other hand stretching up and down his back. 

“Hmm lovie” he almost moans out, something about the sounds that leave his mouth turns you on. “Feels good.” he mumbles as he leaves little wet kisses down your neck, giving extra attention to where your neck and shoulder meet. 

“Ah Johnny.” gasping at the feeling of him, rolling your hips up trying to get some friction. “please.” you beg, “i- i need-” your having trouble forming words as his mouth hasn’t left your sweet spot on your neck definitely leaving a hickey.

“I know baby me too. I’ve got you.” he mumbles, as his hands go to your hips, softly creasing the skin of your love handles. You're not sure if it’s just the emotions from the entire day building up or just your need but you feel yourself getting more turned on and he’s barely done anything. “Imma take my time okay lovie.” he mumbles as he dips, lifting your t-shirt just enough to relieve your stomach and the bottom of your breasts. “No bra baby.” he mumbles as his head goes to nip at the bottom of them. 

“Please… Johnny.” you beg. Your hands go back to his curls as he leaves wet kisses mixed with little bites all over you. “I need to feel you.” 

He looks up from you, making eye contact knowing that this angle turns you on even more. “I know and you will lovie.” Slowly removing your t-shirt and bra leaving wet kisses down the valley of your breasts. Coming back up gives extra attention to your nipples, giving kitten lips in between the two. Your hips go back up trying to get relief for yourself. 

Your hands both in this hair, your legs locked behind his back. His hand that isn’t playing with your boobs, goes in between and under your sweatpants. His two fingers teasing you above your underwear, teasingly going up and down your core. Stopping where your clit is, leaving small softly pressed circle motions. You can’t help but arch your back to the touch, as he comes up to right below your ear. “Who’d get you this wet baby?” as he lightly kisses right under your ear. 

Your hands are going to grip the back of his shirt, your hands fisted in fabric as you lightly moan. “you only you Johnny.” His fingers start putting a little more pressure behind their movements. “Ahhhh please” 

“Okay baby” he whispers, as he goes to sit up on his knees. He removes his shirt, his hands then going to the side of your sweats, you lift your hips to help him remove both your sweats and underwear. “Just gotta taste ya first.” 

“Johnny” you whine. 

“Shhh… gotta taste my girl one last time.” He admits it like it’s a confession as if he’s practicing his ‘sacrament of penance’. As his eyes leave yours as he starts to bend down to you, pushing your legs up to make room for himself. Starting with alternating between your inner thighs leaving little kisses, you're a moaning mess under him. 

“Stop being a tease.” you beg. “Please, it's too much.” you look down at him, as he’s looking up at you directly between your legs. John’s not sure if it was you begging or the look of desperation in your eyes but he gave into you. His lips easily form around your clit sucking lightly. His left arm lays over your waist holding you down as you attempt to move due to the pleasure. He can’t help but wiggle his own hips as he hears the noises coming out of your mouth. John was always someone who got off on getting you off. His other hand that wasn’t busy holding you still going under him to tease your hole. His tongue quickly leaves your clit to lap down your folds and then back up. 

“I need - I need more” you beg between breaths. But you know John well enough that you knew from the look in his eyes that he gave there was no fucking way you were getting more until you cummed. Throwing your head back you tried to focus on the pleasure you felt just when you were about to cry of frustration. That’s when you felt two of his fingers slip into your hole, slowly pumping in and and out of you, stretching you out. Suddenly a string of curse words left your lips as you were able to finally feel yourself chase that all too familiar high point of an orgasim forming. “Right there don’t stop” your words only encourage John to pump his fingers faster, and suck a little harder on your clit. Suddenly you can feel yourself clutching around John’s fingers knowing you're close. “Johnny I- I’m close. I’m imma cum.” another moan leaving your body as you arch your back as much as John’s arm will let you. 

John removes his mouth from you just to speak, “go ahead baby let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” Immediately putting his mouth back around your clit and sucking with even more pressure than before. That’s all it takes for you to let go, a slur of curse words and groans leaving your lips as you ride out high. John slowly removes your fingers, letting himself taste you, “hmmm you always taste so fucking sweet. Wanna taste?” Shaking your head yes, he slowly shoves his fingers inside your mouth, quickly closing your eyes enjoying the calmness it brings you. “God your so fucking beautiful sucking my fingers tasting yourself baby.” A small moan humming around your lips at his words. He starts to remove his fingers, a frown forms on your lips. 

A soft “no stop” leaving your lips as he removes his hand so that he takes his shorts and boxers off quickly. “Do you need to suck on something babygirl?” he asks cockly, already knowing the answer, already knowing that you always love sucking on anything he’s willing to give you. Shaking your head yes as you try to reach for his hand again. “Well I was gonna be nice and let you suck my cock but if you just want my fingers” he teases as he gives you his hand. 

A deep frown forming on your face as you say “no no I’m sorry I.. I want..” you mumble, your cheeks suddenly turn a light shade of red. John takes his hand gripping your chin a little tighter than needed, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“Want what?” he asks

“I want your cock instead.” you confess and before you even process what's happening, John flips you both so you're on top. 

“Go ahead baby, suck it until you feel better.” Quickly you bend down, putting the tip in your mouth softly. Closing your eyes immediately at the satisfaction of having him in your lips. Johnny takes one of his hands and makes a makeshift ponytail slowly guiding you to take him deeper. 

“Fuck I forgot how good you are at this lovie.” he compliments which is only met with your moans, feeling the vibrations around himself he groans. That’s all it takes for him to take control of you fucking him with your mouth. He lets himself get lost in the pleasure of your mouth for a few minutes before he removes you from his mouth. 

Pulling you up by the makeshift ponytail up to his lips, passionately kissing you teeth and all. “As much as I love your mouth, I need to last so I can fuck your brains out and feel your pussy pulsing around my cock.” Pulling you back in for another kiss as he brings you to straddle him. 

“Okay” you let out leaning in for another kiss. Pulling away “how do you want me Johnny” giving him the most innocent look you can muster knowing that it drives him crazy. 

“On your side” he demands. Laying down on your side, your back facing him. , you stretch out limbs so they are all limp before you feel John lay down behind you. “Im gonna fuck you so hard you can’t even remember your name.” Suddenly you feel him move your knees so that your hole is a little more open. He slowly eases in, he always lets you get used to his thickness before moving. 

“Fuck you always feel so good lovie.” As one hand goes to grab your boob and play with your nipple. His mouth leaves wet kisses on your shoulder blade. As soon as he feels you relax, he slowly starts moving. Closing your eyes you focus on the way that he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust. 

“Ahh Johnny.” throwing your head back against him giving him access to your neck, as he lightly nips at it quickening his pace. Both you can’t help the little signs you let out. 

“Look at me lovie.” he demands, you turn your next you see him as he speaks his head over your shoulder. “God I love looking at you all fucked out.” All you can do is whine. “We’ve barely started and you're already looking dumbfounded.” As he squeezes the boob he was playing with before leaving it and going to play with your clit. 

“Ah fuck” you scream. 

“Oh now you speak.” he mumbles as he attempts to grab your lips kissing you as he fucks up into you. Between John playing with your clit and still repeatively hitting your g-spot you know you aren’t gonna last long. It doesn’t surprise you when you feel that coil start to form tightly in the pout of your stomach. Once he pulls away but not before biting your bottom lip between his lips, you tell him. 

“Johnny, I'm cum You whine staring at his eyes. 

“I know I’m close just wait for me okay. “One hand goes to his face to reach him into another kiss as the other goes to play with your neglected nipples. Feeling it become harder to even hold on, you start to roll your hips backwards trying to meet John’s thrusts. The feeling of you being too much for John “fuck fuck im cumming let go.” With that both of you fall into true bliss as you let your orgasim take over your body both screaming probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Once you both calm down from your highs you both just lay there still connected. 

John pulls out feeling himself get soft. He pulls you around in his arms. “We’ll go shower in a few, okay, do you wanna use the bathroom first or shower first?” As you're watching John talk you can’t help but softly smile, his eyes only slightly open asking you what you wanna do. 

“I should probably go to the bathroom first. But my legs feel like jelly.” you lightly chuckle and you hear Johnny let out a light laugh.

“I’ll carry you in a few minutes.” AS he pulls you closer to him in his arms closing his eyes for a second. “And then we can have round two in the shower.” Lightly smacking his chest and full blown laughing at his joke. 

“Hey johnny?” you softly say

“Yeah lovie.” opening his eyes, giving you his attention. 

“I really hate Utah.” you admit.

“Me too so fucking bad, you have no idea. But let’s just enjoy tonight okay?” He softly pleads.

“Okay.” sinking into his arms deciding that it was more important to have one last good night with the love of your life before you let him go because sometimes the universe was cruel to kind people.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

it's very bad no good cupcake baking time for the hotel crew (save them) (charlie did you think this throu-) (NO)

Charlie: “I have! The most brilliant plan for a group bonding activity!”

Angel Dust: “Oooh~ Bondin’ or bond-”

Vaggie: “You live here for free.”

Angel Dust: “Buy my silence, Vaggity Fair, cause’ it sure ain’t free.”

Vaggie: (groans) (slips him a twenty) “Go on babe, what’s the mission statement?”

Charlie: “We should all bake CUPCAKES together!!”

Hotel Crew: "......"

Husk: “…Why.”

Charlie: “Beeeecaaaause it’d be so SWEET!”

Vaggie: “And you also live here for free.”

Husk: “Not of my own free will I don’t.”

Charlie: “Aw c’mon Husk, please? Baking is probably KINDA like drink mixing, right?”

Husk: “It’s not.”

Vaggie: (SIGHS) (slips him a twenty)

Husk: “I’ve got cooking sherry around here somewhere, I think.”

Alastor: “How thrilling! Extreme heat sources, flammable liquids, and so many little bottles and vials that couldn’t possibly get mix up with anything in the pest control cabinet!”

Niffty: “Hee hee hee…. Rat poison~”

Vaggie: “Twenty bucks and you LOCK that cabinet, okay?”

Niffty: “Thirty and a new knife set!”

Vaggie: (has given up) “Fine.”

Niffty: “OKAY!”

Charlie: “We need to go shopping anyway. We’ll need flour and sugar and uhhhh flavory things of some kind probably and um, those little paper thingies- the cup cake… skirts?”

Alastor: “Glad to see how prepared our intrepid leader is for this marvelous expedition!”

Charlie: “Cup cake… dollies…?”

Vaggie: “I’ll handle it. You remember how to pre-heat the oven?”

Charlie: “NOT with actual fire!”

Alastor: “Aww.”

Angel Dust: (handing back the twenty) “I want a new pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Mine broke~”

Vaggie: “I don’t want to know.”

Husk: (handing his twenty back too) “Beer.”

Vaggie: “Beer? You run the hotel BAR.”

Husk: “What, you think I nip stuff under the table at work?”

Alastor: “Oh there isn’t much thought needed when it comes to you, I’m afraid.”

Husk: “You think I LIKE that I do that? That’s the stupid hotel’s shit, can’t relax sneaking shots that aren’t mine, racking up a tab like that. This beer is gonna be only for me.”

Charlie: “Husk…”

Vaggie: “Great whatever, guilt free beer for the alcoholic.”

Alastor: “How touching. And I require-”

Vaggie: “What YOU need is a-”

Charlie: “Happy place!”

Vaggie: “-which I’m not picking up for you. I’ll get more cleaning supplies too while I’m at it.”

Charlie: “More? Vaggie, have some faith! We’re all adults here! It’s not gonna be THAT messy. We just need to measure things, maybe chop some stuff up first-”

Niffty: “KNIVES.”

Charlie: “-put all in a- blender-? A blender would work for mixing, right? Then pour the batter in the things and into the oven! Which I WILL remember to preheat this time. Without fire.”

Vaggie: “Good point.”

Charlie: “See!”

Vaggie: “We should stock up on first aid stuff too.”

Charlie: (pouting) “We’ll talk about it on the way.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, thanks for wanting to help carry groceries, but I really think we need to divide and conquer here.”

Charlie: “Huh?”

Vaggie: “Husk is already halfway to the wine cellar.”

Charlie: “He wh- Husk wait! You can’t help make friendship cupcakes if you’re blackout drunk!”

Angel Dust: “Toots that’s the whole idea.”

Vaggie: “Fifty bucks if he’s still conscious when I get back. I’ll need him in the kitchen later if we’re gonna get through this alive.”

Angel Dust: “Spend it on getting’ him a really NICE beer and you’ve gotta deal.”

Vaggie: (eye twitch) “Why is all my money turning into drugs and sex toys?”

Niffty: “And KNIVES!”

Vaggie: “The one silver lining…”

Alastor: “You know, if you won’t extend simple shopping list courtesies to me, then I suppose I shall have to go shopping myself as well.”

Vaggie: “Keep your shopping on the other side of town from me or I’m coming home with a flat screen tv.”

Alastor: (annoyed channel switch sound) “….Noted!”

– LATER –

Hotel Crew: “………….”

Oven: (DING)

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “….cupcakes are done.”

Charlie: “Oh yay. Whoo. Hoo.”

Hotel Crew: “…….”

Vaggie: “If no one takes them out they’re gonna burn.”

Angel Dust: “Let ‘em.”

Husk: “Little fuckers deserve to fry.”

Charlie: (exhausted) “No one deserves to burn for all eternity.”

Niffty: “Yeah! I wanna RIP THEM APART and STAB THE CRUMBS.”

Alastor: “Well that’s two votes for burning and two for rescuing, to a certain extent. I myself would like to try out these DARLING cupcake toppers that I found while out doing my shopping completely alone.”

Vaggie: “Oh my girlfriend’s dad shut up. You won’t die just because no one was listening to you for ten minutes.”

Alastor: “In any case, that makes three for rescue and two for burn, with you as the undecided vote, Vaggie. Choose wisely~!”

Vaggie: (sighing) “Someone hand me the oven mitts.”

Husk: “They’re in the fucking blender.”

Angel Dust: “What’s left of ‘em.”

Vaggie: “Fine. Someone move the pile of dirty dishes off Charlie so SHE can be our oven mitts.”

Charlie: “It’s so peaceful under here…”

Vaggie: “The friendship cupcakes are dying, babe.”

Charlie: “UggghHHHHHH ‘kay. Coming.”

Angel Dust “That’s what she sa-”

Vaggie: “KNIVES.”

Angel Dust “-cough cough cough! I didn’t say nothin’, I got a piece of walnut shell stuck in my throat!”

Alastor: “Usual night for you then, hmm?”

Husk: “Who the fuck put in walnuts?”

Vaggie: “Who cares. If they shelled them then it’s at least better than the coconut thing.”

Charlie: “Did we add anything that wasn’t nut related?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh.”

Angel Dust “Nope!”

Husk: “Is that the only thing you were keeping track of.”

Angel Dust “Hey I know my strengths and I’m stickn’ to ‘em!”

Charlie: “Speaking of strength and sticking… um…”

Hotel Crew: “……….”

Charlie: “They’re bubbling.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “Or, breathing?”

Vaggie: “Yeah…”

Charlie: “Is that normal? It feels kinda… not normal.”

Vaggie: “It’s. Impressive.”

Niftty: “They’re ALIVE!” (knife) “For now.”

Charlie: “Well I guess we shouldn’t REALLY judge them until we’ve actually seen what they taste like-”

Angel Dust “Not it!”

Husk: “Fuck no.”

Alastor: “I’m terribly afraid that I am on a diet.”

Vaggie: “You eat rotting deer carcasses.”

Alastor: “And THEY aren’t still moving when I chow in, ha ha!”

Charlie: “Okay well, I guess I’ll just…”

Vaggie: “Wait. You’re probably immune to half the stuff that’d kill us.”

Charlie: “Right, so I should-”

Vaggie: “You’re not a good example of what happens when a non-demon princess person eats these, sweetie. If wanna test for uh, quality control, it shouldn’t be with you.”

Hotel Crew: “…..”

Vaggie: “….hand me a cupcake.”

Husk: (edges out of the splash zone)

Charlie: “You don’t have to do this.”

Angel Dust: “But you totally should! After I get my phone out though, hold on a sec-”

Vaggie: “I’m standing right in front of Radio Head over here so don’t even THINK about recording this.”

Alastor: “Aww my dear little angel-”

Charlie: “Alastor.” (calm smile) (horns out) “Her name is Vaggie.”

Alastor: “-Vaggie, yes, I would almost be willing to make an exception to my own morals for you.” (grins at angel dust) “Almost.”

Angel Dust: (lowering his phone) “I was jus’ takin’ a selfie. You know. Since I’m covered in sticky white shit anyway.”

Husk: “This fucking sucks.” (shakes his paws)

Vaggie: “No. THIS does.”

Vaggie: (bites cupcake)

Hotel Crew: “……………..”

Vaggie: “….hm.”

Hotel Crew: (STEPS BACK)

Vaggie: “It’s… well it’s kinda…”

Charlie: (cringing) “Break up worthy??”

Niffty: “PAINFUL?”

Vaggie: “It’s.. Fruity..?”

Hotel Crew: (stares at still moving cupcakes)

Angel Dust: “No. Fuckin’. Way.”

Husk: “Since the fuck WHEN did they have fruit in them?”

Angel Dust: “They didn’t! I swear I checked!”

Charlie: “Are they, um, edible?”

Vaggie: “Well I wouldn’t sign them up for a baking competition but I’m not dying either, so.”

Charlie: (excited) “So we did it? We all made actual cupcakes together?”

Vaggie: (smiling) “We did it. Mission cupcake completed.”

Charlie: “HAHA YUS!” (fist pump) “FRIENDSHIP POWERRRRRRR!!!!”

Alastor: “Now now now, no cupcake is fully complete without a lovely floral topper!”

Angel Dust: “Ain’t THAT the truth~”

Alastor: “Which I bought. Alone. Without any second opinion to rely on.”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Charlie: “And they’re so cute! Thank you Alastor- you picked wonderfully. Everyone, get decorating!”

Niffty: (drooping) “No stabbing?”

Vaggie: “You can poke ‘em each with a knife to check that they’re done.”

Niffty: “HEHEHEH.”

Vaggie: “Poke them with the knife ONCE Niffty- hey- NO- don’t leave it inside-”

Angel Dust: “That’s what-”

Husk: “Will be on your gravestone if she fucking hears you.”

Charlie: “Awww~ Now they’re adorable AND delicious!”

Husk: “Don’t.”

Angel Dust: “I didn’t say nothin’!”

Vaggie: “I actually kinda wish you’d go back to sex jokes instead of whatever you’re doing to that cupcake”

Angel Dust: “There’s more than one kind of oral performance in the world~”

Vaggie: “Say that and then look at what Niffty’s doing to her cupcake.”

Husk: “Unholy fucking shit!!”

Niffty: (GLEEFUL CACKLING)

Charlie: “Okay well, we clearly each have our own… unique ways of enjoying these cupcakes. Some more uh, graphic and concerning than others-”

Angel Dust: “Why the fuck are the insides RED like that?! Who put in red dye???”

Charlie: “-but the point is we all came together to make these sweets! Which. Taste like strawberries?”

Vaggie: “I didn’t buy strawberries.”

Charlie: “A-at least it and the redness go with the rose themed toppers!”

Angel Dust: “Yeah, I mean, is it weird that out of this whole maybe-living cupcake thing, the professional spun sugar parts are the ones with the funkiest taste to ‘em?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “Alastor. Where the fuck did you buy the rose themed cupcake toppers.”

Alastor: “Hmm? Does my private, SOLITARY shopping FINALLY interest you?”

Vaggie: “Where you literally on the other side of Pentagram City from me.”

Alastor: “I do believe that is what you requested, and I, being a proper gentleman even to someone who might be considered a less than proper lady, was only too happy to oblige!”

Charlie: “Vaggie are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale.”

Vaggie: “I’m.”

Vaggie: “Alastor did you get these rose themed toppers-"

Vaggie: "-in Cannibal Town?”

Angel Dust: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Alastor: “I did.”

Angel Dust: “FUCK!!!”

Husk: (hairball noise)

Charlie: “Oh no.”

Alastor: “Dear Rosie gave me quite the discount. Wasn’t that sweet of her?”

Charlie: “Oh. Nooooooooo-”

Alastor: “I think it utterly darling of her~”

Niffty: “Alastor, hey hey!”

Alastor: “Yes, murder of my eye?”

Niffty: “I stabbed my cupcake topper heheheh WHO did I just stab????”

Charlie: “NOOOOOO-”

Alastor: “I believe it was an unsatisfactory husband by the name of Bill.”

Niffty: (grinning) “A BAD boy?”

Alastor: “Not bad enough to escape Rosie’s Emporium intact but yes, in a manner of speaking.”

Niffty: “Oooh.”

Niffty: (snatches up another cupcake and hugs it) “For my collection.”

Charlie: “GAAAHM NOT HEARING THIS! I DIDN’T HEAR IT!”

Angel Dust: “GREAT CAN YA MAKE IT SO’S I DIDN’T EAT ANY OF IT EITHER!??!”

Alastor: “Not to your tastes, Angel Dust? And here I though you enjoyed have strange men in your mouth.”

Charlie: “DO WE KNOW HIS ADDRESS SO I CAN SEND AN APOLOGY LETTER???”

Alastor: “I suppose his business card might still be in the hand Rose tore off him-”

Charlie: “AAAAAGH!”

Vaggie: “Hostia. You really can’t not be the center of attention for five minutes can you.”

Alastor: “I can, truly I can and very happily! It seems however that YOU cannot withstand the consequences of your own, short-sighted actions.”

Charlie: “Um guys-”

Vaggie: “Oh yeah? You’re not the only monster here, dumbass.”

Charlie: “We’re getting a little off topic-”

Alastor: "But as I am the only one not mired in glorious self-pity, certainly I am the most impressive specimen here.”

Charlie: “Okay this is going a bit-”

Vaggie: “Impressive HA! Fuck your empty grin and your stupid suits. You’re not even the one with the highest body count.”

Angel Dust: “Are we talkin’ sex stuff orrr-?”

Vaggie: (takes topper off her cupcake and pops it in her mouth)

Hotel Crew: “………”

Vaggie: “What?”

Charlie: “Vaggie, um. Person.” (points) “Person food.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you know how murder crazy exorcist are. You really never thought we didn’t lick a little blood off our weapons now and then, to feel extra badass about slaughtering people sometimes?”

Charlie: (dazed) “I’m thinking about it now.” (covers cheeks)

Niffty: “BLOOD!”

Angel Dust: “Oh ew. Oh you're getting off on that- Oh that’s just-”

Charlie: “Part of her past, a thing EVERYONE has.”

Angel Dust: “BLEH.”

Husk: “Also step one to seeing her shitfaced.”

Charlie: “Ha haaa…” (claps hands) “Okay everyone- that’s a wrap on today’s bonding activities! I uh, I think we can save the clean up until we’ve all recovered from the actual cupcakes a bit, right Vaggie?”

Vaggie: (shrug) “Whatever.”

Husk: “About damn time.” (sighs) (walks out) “I’ll get the fucking vodka.”

Niffty: "HEE HEE." (carrying cupcake over her head) "TO THE COLLECTION!"

Angel Dust: “Hold up baby! I wanna get shitfaced too after this!”

Charlie: “Well I think it’s all very interesting! Angel stuff is interesting, isn’t it Alastor?”

Alastor: “Yes. Quite.”

Vaggie: “Uh-huh.” (slumps and drops cupcake) “Bill tastes boring as hell, by the way, maybe let Rosie know before she sells anymore of these.”

Charlie: “Oh? Maybe THAT’S why she gave such a steep discount?”

Alastor: “Perhaps.”

Charlie: “Awww cheer up Alastor. You can bring her some of our cupcakes as a thank you, now that we uh, we’ve um, had our fill of them already.”

Alastor: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: “Think I’ll head up now.”

Alastor: “While grabbing a drink along way, hmm?”

Vaggie: “Yeah. Why not.”

Charlie: “Vaggie-” (catches her hand) (squeezes) “-grab one for me, too? I’ll be right behind you.”

Vaggie: “…wine from the cellar then, huh?”

Charlie: “I’m having whatever you’re having.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, you hate the shit I drink.” (small smile) “I’ll get us something from the cellar. Meet you up there.”

Charlie: “In a heartbeat.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “Alastor.”

Alastor: “Oh don’t scold me for her baggage, dear, I don’t make her carry it.”

Charlie: “I’m not scolding. I just- I get that you have this whole-” (air quotes) “-annoying big brother who hates being ignored thing going on with Vaggie, and while it IS kinda sweet-”

Alastor: (microphone feedback) “Excuse me?”

Charlie: “Could you turn it down a tiny bit when it comes the exorcist stuff?”

Alastor: “I do not-”

Charlie: “I know I know you don’t mean to make her all droopy like this, it’s boring for you, totally a killjoy-”

Alastor: “There is NOTHING enjoyable about that woman!”

Charlie: “-So maaaaaaybe back off a little when things get too serious?”

Alastor: “NO!”

Charlie: “Think about it okay?” (pats his shoulder) “Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the friendship cupcakes, see you at the next hotel bonding session, Dadastor!”

Alastor: “At the next-”

Alastor: “………”

Alastor: (hissing) “DADastor!?”

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: ...

MC: *sigh*

Lilia: Do you regret destroying it?

MC: Hm. I wonder how I am going to explain this to my father.

Sebek: Shi-sama! If you wouldn't mind, I would fix it for you!

Lilia: Ah, Sebek. Are you good at sewing?

Sebek: I will do my best!

Silver: That doesn't answer father's question.

Sebek: There's nothing I can't learn!

MC: ...

MC: Then I'll have my dead nanny to assist you.

Lilia, Sebek, and Silver: Eh?

MC: *bites on their finger and uses their blood to draw a summoning circle*

MC: Nanny, will you be able to assist my friend today?

Of course, dear...

Lilia: Did you summon her spirit?

MC: Hm? Spirit? She's already standing behind you.

Their nanny: Let's fix that clothing in no time...

Lilia, Silver, and Sebek: *screams*

Sebek: I d-did it, Shi-sama! *looks scared and proud*

Their nanny: Excellent work...

MC: You may go now, nanny. Thank you for accepting my summon.

Their nanny: You can call me anytime, dear... Take care...

*Then her body crumbled and turned into sand*

Lilia: Whoo... That's...

Silver: Are you alright, Sebek?

Sebek: That was one of a kind experience.

MC: *smiles, satisfied in Sebek's work*

MC: Thank you, Sebek.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: I SHOULD BE THE ONE THANKING YOU, SHI-SAMA!!!

Ace: Wh-Whoa! You fixed it?!

MC: Sebek did.

Deuce: We were quite worried that you'd be doing the project on your own, but now we're glad you don't have to be separated from us.

Ace: But seriously? Why does your suit look more creepy now?

Deuce: Huh? I think it looks cool.

MC: Ah. It seems I'm missing its left ear. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Leona: So they can also summon the dead? That sounds interesting.

Ruggie: What are you thinking, Leona?

Leona: That we will benefit something from this if we turn them into our ally.

[emelinstriker]

Wukong ♢ 'Vacation'

Heads up, I haven't seen the sleep bug episode, or any other season than 4 in general, in a while and just remember the general plot moment of the episode. Also the moment of MK trying to get in contact with Monkey King while flexing his new abilities.

All's based in an AU anyway so we shall strife away from the canon timeline- whoo :D

I just know Monkey King doesn't fully return till like the end of season 2, so this shall have major timeskips-

♢ ~ Angst ~ ♢

"Sun Wukong! Where are you?!", your slightly irritated voice rang from behind some trees as you moved past some foliage, looking for your monkey boyfriend. He was supposed to train MK today and you wanted to pay a visit to Flower Fruit Mountain, but then you caught MK training on his own as his mentor was nowhere in sight.

MK told you that Monkey King decided to take a sudden vacation and that he apparently sent you a message just minutes prior. You didn't notice the message however as you were busy trying to get the sleep bug game notification off your phone. It didn't work, so you ended up just turning off your phone so you could deal with it later at home.

But the fact that he outright left not only you but also the kid like that was quite upsetting.

Knowing the stone monkey, he didn't actually immediately leave. He was probably still somewhere on Flower Fruit Mountain to collect everything he would need just in case while being away. And it seems you were right on the money. You found the Monkey King packing up some leftover things that weren't behind the waterfall or near his and MK's designated training area. The items seemed to not be for a relaxing vacation to be honest.

"Wukong! Why are you going on vacation out of the blue?!" You asked as you approached him with quick steps.

He froze, his tail stiffening for just a second to let you know you startled him. The monkey quickly turned to look at you rather nervously. "A-Ah h-hey heeey, peaches! Wh- Well, what a surprise to see you all the way out here!"

"Mhm. Same to you", you started, glaring at him, "But don't avoid the question. You should be all the way on the other side of the forest and training your successor right now, y'know?"

He waved his hand dismissively, "He's got the basics down and knows how to train himself. I did train for the most part on my own as well. He'll be fine. Besides, it's not like I'll be gone forever. I'll be checking in from time to time." Then he continued to pack two more items.

You were still quite mad at him despite the explanation. "But why are you going on vacation right now and without me?"

That seemed to catch his attention, but not in the way you expected. The simian's ears seemed to twitch a little at your words, but he refused to look at you as he packed another item.

"Listen (Y/N), I simply need to get away and be alone for a while. I'll be visiting some people I know from the past. I'd love to have you on another vacation, just... not this one." His tail lowered itself until it was tucked between his legs. That didn't stop you from feeling left out of yet another mini-adventure. It was far from the first time he insisted on you staying behind due to you being a regular human with nothing more than verbal strength.

This time was no different as you noticed that whatever he had planned, the seriousness in his voice told you enough that wherever he was heading to was not a simple vacation. But that was even more of a reason to at least tell you where he was going!

You clenched your fists in frustration. "Can't you just tell me what's wrong? It's not like you to be this secretive! I know you're off to doing something alone again because of whatever bits of a hero complex you have left, but-" "I can't tell you, okay?!" He snapped back, finally turning to you with the snarl of a feral monkey, catching you off-guard.

"Ugh, that's why I need a vacation right about now too! Gods, you're so pushy in moments like these, I just need a break!"

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes at his words, but you turned around quickly enough so he wouldn't see. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and keep your voice from cracking.

"Fine. I hope you have fun on your vacation, Monkey King", you responded as you started to walk away, your back facing him the entire time while tears began rolling down your cheeks.

The simian was still annoyed as he began hopping onto his cloud and taking off. Only halfway to his destination did his brain finally register that you referred to him by his title. That's when the reality of the argument you two just had a few minutes ago hit. And so did the memory of how he described you, followed by you tearing up.

He did notice.

"...Shit", he muttered to himself dreadfully as he facepalmed. As much as he wanted to go back this instant and embrace you before you left Flower Fruit Mountain, his mission had to take priority as the fate of the world was in danger. He would have to apologize to you later...

"Later" turned into several weeks however as he fought to obtain information on how to beat the Lady Bone Demon. Occasionally he would check in on MK, of course. He did ask about you at least once everytime he got in contact with the boy though, even while being in the middle of battle. The guilt that was eating at him was a lot more bothersome than getting his hands on the Samadhi Fire's map.

MK noticed how often his mentor would ask about your well-being and at first thought that it was sweet of him to ask about you... But then he realized he could just get in contact with you directly too. You had a charm in form of a necklace that let you transport to Flower Fruit mountain, as well as open the waterfall and get in contact with your lover.

That's when he started to catch onto the suspicion that something must have happened between the two of you.

"Monkey King, why don't you just talk to (Y/N) directly? They still have the charm you gave them, right?"

The golden image of the Monkey King crossed his arms before scratching his cheek with a frown. He seemed suddenly very much uncomfortable.

"I... Uh... I don't have the time for a lengthy talk with them right now. I still need to visit another friend in a bit! Right! Yeah! Okay, see you later, bud!" "Monkey King, wait-"

And then the connection cut off. Feeling upset and abandoned by the one who was supposed to mentor him through his journey as hero, he decided to give you a call.

The phone rang until he heard your voice. Your recorded voice.

"Hi! This is (Y/N)! Please leave a message if you need anything and I'll listen to it as soon as possible!"

He hung up and tried to call again, but it also only went back to voicemail.

Raising an eyebrow at your sudden unavailability, he decided to just send you a text instead, believing you were busy at work and put your phone on silent.

'monkey king keeps asking about you btw, but doesn't seem to wanna talk to you directly :('

'tell me if you wanna talk to him and i can try get you two in contact'

'if he hasn't talked to you recently that is'

'he acts kinda weird rn tbh'

You should be able to read those messages once you got time. Probably after work.

And yet he never received any text back.

What he didn't know was that you weren't at work. In fact, you were being held captive by the Lady Bone Demon's servant, the Mayor. Him and his Lady knew about your relationship with Sun Wukong and how fragile you were compared to the rest of your friends.

"I don't have anything to offer you!" You yelled out as the Mayor held your arms effortlessly behind your back, forcing you to simply talk to his Lady's glowing image in front of you.

She giggled ominously, "On the contrary, (Y/N). Your destiny has been sealed the moment you agreed to a relationship with that damned simian and befriended his successor."

"What the hell am I of use for to you?! I don't have any special abilities you could even benefit from!" Your voice cracked towards the end from the amount of anxiety you had.

"Well, unfortunately for your frail body, your destiny involves succumbing to your wounds."

Before you could question her any further, the Mayor moved your wrists swiftly, breaking your arms in the process. You cried out in pain, breathing heavily as tears began to fall.

"For you see, the charm Sun Wukong gave you will aid us in creating the New World. Contact him through it." She smirked down at your quivering form. "And even if you decide to be uncooperative, destiny will catch up sooner or later..."

And as suspected, you were being very much uncooperative. So much so that you ended up with more injuries than you could keep count of. Probably half of which included several broken bones from the Mayor's raw demonic strength.

While the Lady Bone Demon wasn't so fond of your refusal to call your boyfriend, she merely saw it as a minor delay. She knew Sun Wukong and the rest of the crew would get suspicious and try find you eventually.

Even if it took days upon Wukong telling the crew to find the three four rings...

And find you they did.

But not in the shape they had hoped.

You were completely bloody and bruised, your limbs were mangled in a rather disturbing way.

The crew was horrified- Not only at the sight, but also at the realization that you were lifeless, dead...

The Monkey King felt the most broken. The memories of your forever last conversation being one big mess of an argument... He thought he was keeping you and the others safe...

He mourned over your dead body, letting his tears fall as he carefully cradled you in his arms, his fur and armor now having bloody spots. MK was struggling with telling his mentor to focus because he himself couldn't fully focus anymore at the sight of a close friend's body. However, the thought of other people, including his other friends, ending up in the same position as you were in was terrifying.

And that was all the motivation they both needed to keep moving. The Great Sage wiped away his tears, looking at your resting form one last time before glaring into the distance.

He would avenge your death, no matter what.

And if possible, would try find a way to bring you back... Even if it involves fighting the Heavens once more.

> Link to Masterlist <

[lulu2992]

Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

Aside from the places that still exist in the game, I also found a few that don’t!

Part 5: Cut locations

In the files, each location on the map has a code. Thanks to location-specific Gun For Hire comments (found in a document that DanaDuchy shared here) and other information available in oasisstrings, I tried to find which code corresponded to which location. That took me some time because I had to take my companions to several places to see which comments would be triggered, find those comments in the files, and look at the associated location code. Sometimes, I even had to go find and hire new fighters who had the “right voice” if I knew they had something to say about a place I wanted to identify! When I was done matching all in-game locations with codes, I realized there were more.

The code looks different depending on how important the place is. For example, Fall’s End is D2_HERO_01, the Baron Lumber Mill is H5_MEGA_01, and the 8-Bit Pizza Bar is E5_POI_08 (I suppose “POI” means “Point Of Interest”). That helped me find which code was which location, but in the case of deleted content, also gives information on how big the place was supposed to be before it got cut.

Using NPC comments, as well as deleted notes and other information available in oasisstrings, here are the cut Far Cry 5 locations I could find and their description in the unreleased encyclopedia (or at least what I can hypothesize about those places).

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

(Below, for clarity, “RF” means “Resistance Female” and “RM” is for “Resistance Male”, which are the characters’ names in the files)

Fumaroles (F5_POI_03)

A hole in the planet's crust that belches steam and gases. According to Montana Parks and Recreation officials, fumaroles are not portals to hell.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF1: "Took a field trip here once. Don't remember anything about this."

RM1: "Damn, look what they've done to this place."

Hurk: "Daddy calls this the Devil's Asshole because it smells so bad."

Old Lakeside Camp (E6_POI_05)

Probably some good memories were made here under the stars.

Pilgrimage Footbridge (E7_POI_01)

Located on high cliffs and above water, it's a part of Faith's pilgrimage. Not for the faint of heart.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF2: "Wonder how many folks they've already forced to march over this bridge. Makes me sick."

RM2: "Please let's not cross that footbridge."

High Cave (F7_POI_01)

A cave that is high

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Jess: "Check out that cave. I used to smoke tons of weed in there when I was a kid."

Western Radio Tower (code unknown)

A large aerial tower used to transmit and boost radio signals.

Abandoned Motel (D6_POI_01)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Abandoned Motel note”. Its content is unknown.

Shooting Range (F5_POI_06)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Shooting Range note” that said, “Grace Armstrong should own this.”

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Hurk: “Whoo-ya, let's fire off some rounds!”

MX Trail Head (D4_POI_06)

(no description found)

There was a note called “MX Trail Head note”. Its content is unknown.

Boulder field (E7_POI_02)

(no description found)

There was a note called “Boulder field note”. Its content is unknown.

Bob’s Gun Shop (G5_POI_07)

This one is interesting because it looks like it wasn’t completely cut but rather turned into another location with a new code: the Can of Worms Fishing Store (G4_POI_01). Look at the picture associated with the location (see link at the beginning of the post), compared to a screenshot I took of the Can of Worms Fishing Store:

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

RF3: "Never fished outta here, myself."

(Unnamed location) (E4_HERO_01)

(no description found)

I didn’t find the name of this place, but it’s the one I’m the most curious about. The code says it’s a “HERO” type of location, which suggests it was probably important since, in this category, we also find Joseph’s Island (as a whole), Dutch’s Island (as a whole), John’s Gate, Seed Ranch, Fall’s End, the McKinley Dam, St. Francis Veteran’s Center, the Wolf’s Den, and Sacred Skies Youth Camp.

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Nick: "I think my mic's on. ...The button's stuck... C'mon."

Sharky: "Did you know doctors used to finger blast women here when they were hysterical? I wish I was a doctor."

Grace: "I don't know much about this place. It's new to me."

Jess: "Fuckin' loonie bin. Always gave me the creeps."

Adelaide: "Can you think of anything scarier than places like this? Gives me the willies."

Hurk: "This is where I come to score chicks, man."

These comments, especially what Sharky, Jess, Adelaide, and even Hurk say, make me think it could be a psychiatric facility, possibly for women only. I really wish I knew more about this!

(Unnamed location) (J3_POI_01)

(no description found)

Here, Guns For Hire would say:

Nick: "Ugh. I hate seeing crashed planes. They look so much better in the sky."

This one could have something to do with the “Mayday” Prepper Stash, but I took Nick to that location and could never trigger his comment...

And that’s pretty much all the interesting things I found!

There were a few more “orphaned” codes that simply appeared in oasisstrings but for which I didn’t find any information. There was also this description:

The Forbeth family has loved the Father's message since day one. These people were told to prepare for the Collapse and abandoned their home.

Since the Rotten Mill (Joseph’s Island) apparently didn’t have a description yet, it could be for this place, but it could also be for another, deleted location.

Finally, it seems the Elk Jaw Lodge used to be called the “Bear Jaw Lodge”, and maybe there was a place called “Killburn Farm”, but maybe it was also one of the current in-game locations’ former name.

[jeongyunhoed]

A Mizo Moment

Yamagishi: Whoo-pah! Takuya: ...What's that? Yamagishi: You know, whipped! Takuya: That's not whipped. Whipped is wh-tsshh! Yamagishi: That's what I said. Whoo-pah! Takuya: ...You can't do anything!

[incorrectreiwakamenriderquotes]

Ace: *Shoots a Jyamato* Haha… get dunked.

Keiwa: Wh-where’d you learn to dunk like that?

Ace: The best.

Flashback

Mitsume: Okay, A. Watch this.

Mitsume: *snipes a Jyamato with a bow and arrow* DESIRES! WHOO!!

Mitsume: YOOOOOOOOOOooooooo… *disappears*

A: Mother, no…!

[fox-guardian]

please PLEASE we need more of that somewhere else au

hi i've been sitting on this ask for a hot minute cuz i've been trying to think of how events in this world would line up with events in the og timeline. like.

i'm trying to figure out gerry's family situation. because he bonds with this universe's martin over their mommy issues, but his mom couldn't have found and gotten obsessed with a leitner, since they don't exist in this world. so how could she become a killer? well, she does it The Normal Way. no spooky shit, she just kills people for her own purposes.

and what about eric? currently i'm thinking he was left in the dark about her whole Thing because in this world, he didn't have the pre-exposure to weird shit via the institute so he's just. basically clueless the whole time they're together cuz he doesn't wanna invade her privacy too much. especially since she gets so Defensive. until gerry gets born and he gets Concerned that his wife is focusing more on the hobbies he's allowed her to keep to herself than on caring for their own child, so then he confronts her and figures out about the murders, and tries to call the police, and she tries to stop him and in the scuffle she blinds him (that's right baby he Remains Eyeless in this au)

she manages to frame him for the murders and he's locked away for ~13 years ish and she raises gerry in that time, giving him So Many Issues and eventually she just. goes back to the murders. but more subtly. only since there's More Murders In The Area Again the cops catch her and free eric and WHOO GERRY HAS HIS DAD NOW and eric loves him so much. they bond and it's wonderful. (this is obviously where we've branched off from lining up with canon this is The Good Timeline)

gerry grows up with his epic and cool dad who bonds with him via music and shitty hair dye jobs and laments that he can't see his son's cool art but gerry still describes it to him and he's like "oh that sounds so cool. i'd get that tattoo'd" and BOOM. GERRY TATTOO ARTIST DREAMS BEGIN.

he starts at a shop, gets really good, his specialty is stylized horror-related tattoos and portraits. years go by, a new guy comes in and wants to start an apprenticeship, gerry takes him under his wing. dude is pretty good and they keep working together, the guy is really good at writing script so he does a lot of text and stuff, and a lot of line-heavy designs. that guy is Martin.

one day martin informs gerry that he's noticed him being off lately, he gets concerned for his health and eventually after a lot of nagging and a one-man intervention, martin manages to get gerry to a doctor and OH NO, THERE'S A TUMOR IN HIS BRAIN but good news is they caught it in time!! now gerry has a big cool scar on his head and owes martin his life.

and then fellas. Fellas. is it gay to open a tattoo shop with the man who you taught how to tattoo and now you feel is your equal in his own right and also who saved your life because he Knew You That Well.

eric thinks so. and he kept making annoying grins about it that only got worse when gerry told him they'd made it official ("dad please" "I KNEW YOU CRAZY KIDS WOULD MAKE IT WORK" "dad" "when's the wedding" "DAD")

can you tell i've been thinking about gerry and martin a lot.

to bring it back to the "somewhere else" part, OG martin works at a coffee shop trying to get by with OG jon and gerry and eric happen to come in one day, and then another day gerry comes in with martin, Excited To Share With Him The Barista That Looks Uncannily Like Him But Older. and OG martin is, of course, shitting his pants because Oh No This Probably Isn't Good BUT THEN HE LOOKS AT MARTIN. and he's SO mad. this martin looks SO MUCH COOLER THAN HIM. he has GOLD FACIAL PIERCINGS and a SLEEVE TATTOO of ROSES. AND HE DOESN'T LOOK DEPRESSED.

he brings this up to og jon and he's just like ".... did you want to get piercings. i mean you know you'd look cool" and jon is just feeling very 😳👀 about that part but martin is just "WHAT, AND COPY HIM?? I CAN'T DO THAT"

so uh yeah that's uh. that's the most detailed i've got so far. i've got a little bit of jon and sasha and surprisingly little for the stokers. but yeah <3 this got long <3

[talon-the-hawk]

Incorrect One Piece Quotes

Franky: Coca Cola is a health potion, Pepsi is a mana potion. Chopper: What’s grape soda? Franky: It’s fucking purple baby!!!

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Usopp: I failed my safety training course today. Nami: Why, what happened? Usopp: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Nami: And? Usopp: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

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Nami to Usopp : First rule of battle, Usopp... don’t ever let them know where you are. Luffy, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Nami: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

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Luffyi: Nami , I want a bedtime story! Nami : I’m busy, Luffy. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. Luffy: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! Nami : Once upon a time, there was a person named Luffy, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the brig for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. Luffy: I don’t like these stories with morals.

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Chopper: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Luffy: They do. Usopp: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Roger: How many children do you have? Whitebeard: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference

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Zoro: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

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Marco: Yesterday, I overheard Haruta saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ace replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Sabo: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Ace: ...

Luffy: ...

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Ace: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt? Whitebeard: Whitebeard: Why are you eating dirt? Ace: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Marco: Hey, Ace? Ace, playing a video game with the squad: What? Marco: Can I share something with you from earlier today? Ace: Wh- what is it, Marco? Marco: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning. Ace: Mhm. Marco: Because I have to go out of town for a weekend this month. And, so I was like- I won't give specific dates, but I was like, do you have any preference whether I go this weekend or the next weekend? Ace: Yeah? Marco: Your response. Ace: *trying not to crack up* Marco: At 9:30 in the morning. Marco: "motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg jesus Christ motherfucking Facebook movie jesus can you believe this shit" Ace: *laughing* Marco: No- no- no punctuation. Random capitalization. Ace: You just made me dieeee... Marco: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Marco: 45 minutes pass. I get a text from you. Marco: "goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse eisenberg man" Ace: *wheezing with laughter* Marco: I respond "Ace, you're scaring me." An hour passes- Marco: You respond, "motherfucking spiderman Spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking built shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg" Marco: "im very tired" Ace: *struggling to breathe* Marco: And- and I'm just like, "No- no worries, Ace, I'll- I'll do most of the talking at the hangout today-" Marco: IMMEDIATE, like, response, like I'm talking 5 seconds later, Marco: "no man ill just talk all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent Resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I can't think of who the fuck invented Facebook All I can think is who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" Marco: And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, Ace: *falling over with laughter* Marco: "MARK ZUCKERBERG."

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Hollow Leads

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 30

First Part | Previous Part | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

Thirty chapters done! Whoo! With every chapter we get closer to a part of this AU that I'm really excited about but that is probably a long, long ways away. But enough about the future, back to the present with this. Jackie continues trying to find Dahlia, to help her and get JJ out of jail. But it's not that easy, as his leads aren't following through. Afterwards, he lets the others know about the little progress he's made, and Schneep has something to tell him, as well. Hope you enjoy this chapter ^-^

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“Well, at least you remembered to call the non-emergency line this time, kid.” Ace’s voice said from the other side of the phone line.

“I did say sorry,” Jackie said defensively. It was shortly after dinner, and he was pacing around his room. Loose clothes and paper fluttered as a nervous breeze played around the room. “And you did say to call you back in the evening.”

“I did, I did, that’s fair enough,” Ace said. “So. You want to know about that tape, then.”

“Of course I do!” Jackie barely managed to keep from shouting. “This is crucial information! There could be another villain running around! Someone who, for whatever reason, wanted to spread chaos in the city and control people. We don’t know what they want or when they’ll next attack. We’ll need to investigate!” He held himself back from mentioning getting JJ out of jail again. Anti-Virus could be listening in; he needed to think that Jackie had given up on that particular goal. This was already pushing it enough.

“That’s true enough,” Ace said. “Well. We’ve run it through some tests, and we do think it’s authentic. Other than the fact that it’s a copy you made, I mean. Now, if worse comes to worst, would you be willing to share the original?”

Jackie hesitated. “Y-yeah.” It wouldn’t be his first choice. He wouldn’t want to share Dahlia’s secret while she was still missing, but if it was absolutely necessary, he would do what was needed. Maybe he could just start the tape at Jameson’s section.

“Good. That lends some credibility to this,” Ace said. “I’m sure you’re aware of the contents. Of this Jameson Jackson claiming that someone was blackmailing him for the safety of his sister.”

“Yes.” Jackie nodded, despite knowing Ace couldn’t see him. “Anti-Virus. You saw him call himself that in the texts Jameson filmed.”

Ace snorted. “Super names get stranger and stranger. I guess a ‘virus’ sounds intimidating, but all I can think of are those annoying pop-ups the department computers sometimes get.”

“So the police are going to go look for him, right?” Jackie continued. “This guy is still on the loose.”

“Of course we are. Michaelson and I are already putting together a plan. This guy is a technopath, so we don’t have a paper trail to go off, but he can’t have gotten far. He probably has some interest in this city.”

“That’s what I thought, too,” Jackie muttered.

“Windstorm.” Ace’s voice shifted. It was all business before, but now there was a heavier serious tone in his words. “About the Puppeteer. This Jackson guy.”

Jackie’s heart jumped. “Yes?” he asked, trying to sound disinterested.

“They’re probably not going to let him out of the Vault.”

His heart immediately dropped afterwards. “Wh-what do you mean?” he asked. “Clearly, th-this is—if he was being blackmailed, that warrants a trial. To sort out all the legal, uh... a-all the legal stuff. Like, what exactly his crimes would be called.”

“They’ll get to it,” Ace said grimly. “But think about it. Even if the Puppeteer was forced to do this, even if that lessened his charges officially, even if the trial manages to reduce his sentence... he’s still very powerful. And his abilities are the sort that can only be used to hurt people.” Jackie bristled at that, but he had to admit, there was some truth to it. Creating strings that controlled people’s bodies... He couldn’t think of a way to use those that didn’t harm someone. “The Vault is the only place in this country that’s equipped to deal with someone who could control so many people at once.”

“Well, I guess that’s true, but—” Jackie stopped himself from protesting.

“You really think he doesn’t belong there?” Ace asked.

“Y-yeah...” Jackie said slowly. “If a man was being blackmailed, shouldn’t that... absolve him of some of the blame? Enough to get him pulled out of a prison that houses the worst supervillains in this area? Sure, he might be capable of doing terrible things, but... but... that doesn’t mean he will.”

Ace sighed. “I get where you’re coming from, kid, I really do. I’m going to work on getting the Puppeteer a proper trial for this whole mess. I just need you to understand this realistically. I doubt there’s a panel of judges who’d be okay with letting him out of the Vault, even if it’s just to another prison. Not to mention the League runs Byrthon Vault.They have the final say on the villains kept there. Even if the courts proved the Puppeteer was being blackmailed, they’d have to appeal to the League to get him transferred.”

“Right. The League runs it.” Jackie sighed.He wasn’t sure what to say. There was a part of him that was simmering with rage—JJ is his friend, he doesn’t deserve this!—and there was a part of him that was just so, so disappointed.“Well... thank you for telling me all this, Ace. You’re... really sure about this?”

“I am,” Ace confirmed. “What about you, Windstorm? Now that we’ve got your evidence verified, you gonna be charging after this Anti-Virus?”

He really wanted to. He really, really wanted to. But he couldn’t go at it from this angle. “Honestly, Ace, I’m not sure I’m capable of tracking him down,” Jackie said slowly. “That’s not really my skill set, you know? I’m sure you guys can handle it.”

“...huh.” Ace paused. “You, uh... you sure, kid? Don’t want to help at all?”

“I mean, this guy’s powers are to spy on people through tech,” Jackie said “Not exactly something my wind powers can fight against. And besides, he’s probably not that tough to take down. Just tough to find. The police can probably handle it.”

Ace was quiet for a moment. “This isn’t like you,” he finally said after a long silence. “And you were just getting all up in arms about getting the Puppeteer some justice and tracking down this guy. Everything okay, kid?”

“Y-yeah,” Jackie said. “I just really think I won’t be much help here.”

“Hmm.” Jackie could hear the suspicion in that single hum. Honestly, he sort of hoped Ace would figure out something was up. The more allies he had with this, the better. “If you’re sure, Windstorm,” Ace finally said. “Call the department back whenever you want for progress. Or stop by. It’s not like we’re going to kick you out.”

Jackie laughed nervously. “Yeah. Not like you’d do that. I’ll stop by the station if I want to. See you later.”

“See you, kid.”

The call ended and Jackie put the phone down on his desk. He wandered over to the window and stared out at the evening sky, its dusky blue lit up by the light from skyscraper windows. His room really did have a good view of the city. He leaned his head against the glass and looked down at the cars moving on the distant street below, thinking.

Was Ace right? Would the League just... leave Jameson in the Vault? A few months ago, he wouldn’t believe it. But now... his whole world had been shaken. His first thought was that they would. After all, wasn’t someone who could mind control a hundred people very dangerous? Weren’t they... still a villain?

...maybe he should go out for a quick fly around the city. Maybe that would clear his head.

He ended up flying around the city for a long time before heading back home to crash. He probably should’ve gone to bed earlier. After all, he’d have to go to the hospital again to talk to Dr. Simmons about Dahlia. To maybe find a lead that way. But... it took a while for his thoughts to settle. Or at least, to be overrun by exhaustion. He barely had time to take off his suit and put on pajamas before tiredness caught up and he fell into bed.

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The next morning, Jackie was awoken by the bring bring! of the Red Line. Groaning, he rolled over to check the time and grab it—1:00 pm?! Holy shit, he better wake up and start the day soon! He quickly answered the call without looking at the ID. “Hello?”

“Hello Windstorm.” It was Magnify, his handler. “I have some big news.”

“Huh? Big news?” Jackie forced himself to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Kinetics would like to have a word with you.”

...

...

...Jackie didn’t answer for a solid ten seconds, just processing what Magnify just said.

“Windstorm? Are you still there?”

“When you say Kinetics,” Jackie said slowly, “you don’t mean... one of the Council members... do you?”

“I do indeed,” Magnify said, sounding completely serious.

“...what the fuck?” Jackie whispered.

“Windstorm? Please don’t swear while on the Red Line.”

“I just—Sorry, I—I just don’t—wh-why would—why would a Council member want to see me?” Jackie asked. “I haven’t even been in the League a year yet!”

“It has to do with the Puppeteer,” Magnify said.

“Huh?!”

“Well, the Puppeteer and this possible mastermind villain behind him,” Magnify clarified. “The Daindover police let the League know about the tape you’d found.”

“A-and it traveled all the way up to the Council?” Jackie repeated. He laughed nervously. “Tha-that was fast.”

“The Council takes mind control villains very seriously,” Magnify said.

“Well, uh, Anti-Virus isn’t a mind controller—”

“But they were able to control someone who is,” Magnify interrupted. “And their powers are concerning. The Council is afraid they were behind the data leak.”

Jackie’s stomach dropped. “So... Kinetics herself is coming here... to ask me about this whole case?”

“Precisely.”

“I... didn’t know the Council had... the time for that... I-I thought they were busy,” Jackie stammered.

“The timing must have lined up. Kinetics will come to Daindover early tomorrow morning. She requests that you meet on the rooftop of the East SepTech building at 7:30.”

“I-I’ll be there.” The East SepTech building, huh? The place he’d confronted the Puppeteer. The place his worldview had been shaken for the third time and finally shattered. Seemed... fitting.

“Great. Contact me if you have any further questions.” And with that, Magnify hung up.

Jackie just stared at the Red Line for a solid minute. There was no way this was real. He had to be dreaming. He pinched himself just in case. “Ow!” Nope, it was real. 

Kinetics was THE telekinesis Hero. So much so that her name was taken from ‘telekinetic.’ And she wanted to see him? What was next? Him getting called before the whole Council?

Quickly, he ran through the members in his head—partially to make sure he was awake enough to remember details like that. Other than Kinetics, the most powerful and well-known telekinesis Hero in the world, there was Red Huntress, the Shadow, Shockwave, Bolt Runner, and Eagle-Eye. All of them with equally great reputations. All of them well-known anywhere the League of Heroes operated, and even beyond. Were they really so concerned with Daindover? It may have been a big city, but it wasn’t the capital of the country or anything. Surely there were more important cases happening elsewhere in the world.

Well, it didn’t change the fact that the Council was interested, and interested enough for one of them to stop by to talk to him. If someone had told him last year that he’d be meeting one of the Council of Heroes in the next twelve months, he would have laughed in their face.

Jackie shook his head. He has to get up and get ready for the day. He still had that meeting to prepare for. But before that—he grabbed his phone from the dresser and opened up the group chat he had with Chase and Henrik—and Jameson, too, but... well, he didn’t exactly have access to his phone in prison. Jackie typed out a quick message. Hey dyou guys want to meet up at Neun Park later today?

Then he got up and headed into the bathroom. He would get ready and immediately head to the hospital. He had more business to take care of.

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St. Ellen’s Hospital was the same as it was yesterday. The waiting room was slightly more empty, but that was it. Ryan was even at the reception desk. “O-oh! Um, hello again, Windstorm!” Ryan said.

“Hello.” Jackie smiled at him reassuringly. Even though they’d spent a lot of time together yesterday in the archives, it seemed the young nurse was still nervous around him. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just here to follow up on some stuff from yesterday. The doctor’s offices are on the fifth floor, right?”

“Y-yeah.” Ryan nodded. “You can go right up.”

“Thank you.” Jackie headed towards the elevators... then thought about riding in one with strangers who would probably stare at him, and changed his mind, shifting his path towards the stairwell. He flew right up the spiral staircases and landed on the fifth floor landing.

He pushed open the door and found himself in a much more comfortable area than the clinical feeling of the lower floors. It had carpet (dark brown with a curling, lighter brown pattern) and wooden doors that were visibly nicer than the ones downstairs. Now, he was looking for a Dr. Eric Simmons, a neurologist. The doors had plaques next to each door with names on them—wooden ones with gold lettering, not the simple plastic ones in Greengate General where Schneep worked. Benefits of being an older hospital, maybe.

There. A plaque with the name he was looking for. Jackie stopped outside Dr. Simmons’ door and knocked. A moment passed. Jackie knocked again. Another moment passed. He knocked again, and finally heard footsteps inside. The door opened, revealing an older man with slicked-back black hair and a pointed goatee lined with gray. “Do you have an ap—Windstorm?!”

“Dr. Eric Simmons, right?” Jackie said. “I need to ask you some questions.”

Dr. Simmons had previously looked strict and slightly annoyed, but the moment he took in who he was talking to, his expression shifted to bewilderment. What was that word Jackie’s mom used sometimes? Oh yeah, gobsmacked. It was actually kind of funny, but Jackie managed to maintain his more serious expression. “O-of course. Come inside.”

“Thank you.” Jackie stepped into the office. It was a bit nicer than Schneep’s with some shelves that had some plants and small statuettes and a red tasseled rug underfoot. Well... Schneep probably didn’t spend as much time in his office, since he moonlighted as a master thief.

“Would you like to take a seat?” Simmons asked.

“No, this shouldn’t take that long,” Jackie said. “I’m going to have to ask you to do something a bit strange, though.” He nodded towards the desk, where there was a computer and monitor. “I need you to shut that down, and also shut off your phone.”

Simmons looked like he wanted to protest, but nodded. “Alright. Give me one moment.” He walked around the desk. Jackie stepped up to the other side of it, leaning over to make sure that Simmons turned the computer off. He did, and his phone as well. “Now... to what do I owe the... honor?”

Jackie laughed a little. “Honor? Um, you don’t need to do that. I’m just... someone trying to do the right thing. You don’t need to be so formal.”

“I... see.” Simmons nodded. “Well... how can I help you, then?”

“I need to know more about a patient you had,” Jackie said. “Over two years ago, there was a super fight that knocked down one of the Septech buildings.”

“Yes, the east location, I remember it clearly,” Simmons said, nodding some more.

“You had a patient who was injured in the collapse,” Jackie said. “Do you remember Dahlia Jackson?”

Simmons’s head tilted back, concentrating. “Dahlia Jackson... Dahlia Jackson... oh yes, that one. The one in the coma.”

“Yes, her.” Jackie narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t sure he liked the tone in Simmons’s voice. It was a bit dismissive. “She was supposedly transferred to a hospital in Evoritch.”

“Ah, yes, that.” Simmons’s face scrunched up. “The transfer was done at the request of the patient’s relative. A brother, I believe.”

Jameson? Well that definitely didn't make sense. JJ didn’t know anything about the transfer. More evidence towards it being a trick. “You don’t seem happy about that.”

“Of course not. The transfer order came in without me having any say in it.” Simmons folded his arms. “I tried to protest it—the patient was under my care. But I was directed to go along with it by the head of the department.”

“Why didn’t you want to go through with the transfer?” Jackie asked.

“Because the patient was under my care,” Simmons repeated with more emphasis. “You can’t just take a patient from a doctor.” He sounded strangely... possessive.

Jackie’s eyes narrowed further. Simmons probably couldn’t see that through the white lenses on his mask, but he must have caught onto some sort of vibe Jackie was giving off, because he subtly leaned away from him. “Right,” Jackie said in a dull monotone. “So. Tell me more about this transfer. Was Dahl—Was Miss Jackson picked up by someone for the transfer? Did she leave in an ambulance or some other form of transport?”

“Well, this was a long time ago—”

“It was less than six months ago. Surely a doctor would have a memory capable of remembering something so recent.”

Simmons blinked, taken aback. “That’s a... that’s a fair point. Give me a moment to recall.” He paused. “I believe the patient was transported in a special van from the Overridge Hospital. Not an ambulance, but something more advanced. Able to keep the occupants perfectly steady and stable.”

Jackie nodded. “What did it look like?”

Another pause. “It was white, with the hospital’s name on the side. The interior was padded for comfort. That’s all I can think of.”

“I see...” A van. Jackie knew how easy it was for villains to disguise a regular fan as a commercial van for some business. He’d pursued enough criminals’ getaway vehicles. All you had to do was slap a decal on the side. Hearing that the interior was padded and somehow more advanced did make it a bit more complicated... but it was possible that Anti-Virus had access to resources to make this van look a bit more legitimate. “Was there someone there who helped with the transfer? Maybe multiple people?”

“I insisted on handling it by myself, but... I believe... I believe there was a man,” Simmons said slowly. “From Overridge, he said. He loaded the patient and drove the van.”

Jackie felt his adrenaline spike. “Do you remember what the man looked like?” He asked urgently.

“Hmm... he had brown hair. Maybe lighter-colored eyes. A beard, but not a thick one.”

Jackie blinked. With such a vague description, Simmons could be describing him. Or any of his friends. “Were there any defining characteristics at all?”

“He was a... thinner man, I suppose?” Simmons said. “Average height.”

Great. Very helpful. “Well, thank you for your time, Dr. Simmons,” Jackie said slowly. “One more question. Do you know which direction the van went? Did it look like it was truly going to Evoritch?”

“My sense of direction is not the best,” Simmons admitted, “but I believe so.”

That didn’t mean anything, to be honest. The man could’ve turned around as soon as he was out of sight. Or it could mean that Dahlia really was taken out of the city. There was no way to know for sure just yet. Jackie nodded slowly. “I see. Again, thank you for your time. I’ll be leaving, then.”

“W-well, if you ever have any other questions, I’d be happy to help,” Simmons said. “May I ask why you wanted to know all this?”

Jackie shook his head. “Sorry, but it’s better if you don’t know. This is important Hero business. I can’t share the details.”

“Of course. Of course.” Simmons backed away. “Goodbye, then.”

“Yeah. Goodbye.” Jackie spun around and left the office, closing the door behind him.

That whole conversation had left a vague sour taste in his mouth. Simmons hadn’t made a good first impression. There was this arrogance to him that got on Jackie’s nerves. But he pushed that away, focusing on what he’d learned. So... Anti-Virus must have arranged the transfer through emails or something, pretending that Jameson requested it and that Overridge was going to send someone to get Dahlia. He didn’t know if Anti-Virus would have done that himself or sent a henchman of some kind. Either way, all he had to go off now was this van and a vague description of a man. That... wasn’t a lot. But he would figure something out.

For now, though, he had to go home. He’d left his phone back in the bedroom and was waiting for a reply from Henrik.

It didn’t take long to fly back and check the group chat. Yes, there it was. I can meet around four, Henrik texted. And I will contact Marvin.

Howre you gonna do that? Chase had asked.

I will check his workplace. Not the safest, but I just need to tell him about the meeting.

Sounds good, Jackie replied, his message thirty minutes late to the conversation. We’ll meet up then.

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I didn’t see you yesterday. JJ stared across the table at Soren, who was looking down at the tray of food in front of him. He coughed, and Soren looked up. I didn’t see you yesterday, JJ repeated.

“Oh? Were you expecting me?” A hint of a smile traced Soren’s mouth.

I suppose I was, JJ said. Maybe he shouldn’t have expected him. After all, he and Soren hadn’t known each other for that long.

“Hah.” The smile faded. “I’m... sorry. I shouldn’t have...” Soren shook his head. “I just... was tired.”

JJ nodded slowly. I understand. His head had been hurting for the last two days straight. The constant pain was really wearing on him. He was even starting to get a bit nauseous. Instead of eating the mashed potatoes on his tray he just played with them with his spoon, unable to bring himself to eat it. These damn neutrinalin side effects. He was beginning to understand why most of the prisoners here were practically zombies. Is there anything I can do to help?

Soren blinked in surprise. “Ah... Um... Well, I’m not... sure.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. I must have really taken you off guard. You sound so awkward.

Soren laughed. “I suppose I’m just not used to people offering something so earnestly. And I suppose that I wasn’t expecting it from you.”

Why not? Did I give you the impression I didn’t care? 

“No, it’s not that.” Soren shook his head. “You just... you’re still adjusting to all this. I didn’t expect you to think about it while you’re in such a fucked situation.”

JJ laughed silently, then became serious again. Everyone in here is in the same situation, though. Shouldn’t that make it easier for me to feel for you all? Shouldn’t I want to help someone through something I’m also suffering in?

“...yeah, I think so,” Soren said quietly. He glanced down at his own tray of food. “Well. Any plans for what you want to do today?”

Go in the courtyard, I suppose, JJ said. If you’re feeling up to it... maybe introduce me to some others?

Soren smiled. “I can do that.”

===============

This time, they met up in front of the concrete sculpture in the middle of the park. Jackie and Chase arrived first. Chase looked up at the sculpture and all its strange angles and curves. “What d’you think it’s supposed to be?” he asked.

“No clue.” Jackie shrugged.

“Didn’t you guys notice the plaque?”

It turned out that Marvin and Schneep were right behind, now approaching the two of them. Jackie turned to Marvin. “No, I didn’t notice the plaque, smartass.”

“Really? You’ve definitely lived here longer than I have, though.” Marvin raised an eyebrow. “And you never looked at it?”

“Maybe I just got used to it!”

While the two of them argued, Schneep and Chase leaned over to look at the plaque in question. “It says that the statue is titled ‘Tenacity,’” Schneep reported. “And it is a monument to how the city of Daindover always bounces back from any obstacles.”

“Huh. Neat,” Chase commented.

Jackie sighed. “Okay, okay, it’s a statue about ‘tenacity,’ I guess. Doesn’t really look like that... but I don’t know what tenacity would look like. Anyway. Are we ready to go?”

“Phones?” Marvin asked.

“Yeah, we left them at home,” Chase said. “Crazy to go out without one in this day and age. I feel... weirdly isolated, I guess. Cause like, what if I need it, y’know?”

Schneep shrugged. “I suppose that could be valid. If you suddenly need to call someone in an emergency.”

“Oh god—what if there’s an emergency?!” Chase gasped.

“Um—d-don’t worry about that, we can—we can... take care of it,” Marvin said slowly. “If something bad happens.”

Jackie stared at him. He would’ve thought it was a brag about how powerful he was, if he hadn’t been so painfully awkward about it. “Did you... just try to reassure Chase?”

Marvin folded his arms defensively. “I can reassure people.”

Chase laughed. “You know what? Thanks, Marvin. That means a lot. I guess I do have three superheroes here. Or uh—a hero and two other people with powers. Villains? Nah, that doesn’t feel right. And I also have Frosty.” He patted Frosty’s head, who was sitting by his side as always, and Frosty’s tail wagged as he smiled. “He’s trained for some emergencies.”

Schneep smiled. “Yes, he is a good boy.” He turned to Jackie, smile fading to a more serious expression. “Now. What did you want to talk to us about?”

“I thought I’d tell you all about everything that happened so far,” Jackie said slowly. “And, um... get your opinion on... some stuff.”

The other three all looked at him seriously.

Jackie quickly explained everything that happened yesterday and today. The visits to the hospital for information about Dahlia, the police verifying the evidence and slowly starting the trial process, and the League scheduling a meeting with Kinetics. The others all reacted to different things in different ways.

“What do you mean they probably won’t let him out of the Vault?!” Schneep repeated, aghast.

Marvin laughed darkly. “Of course they wouldn’t! He’s a villain. It’s totally forbidden for them to show him mercy. Unless, you know, he has something to offer them.” He sighed. “Kinetics, huh? In all my time there, I only saw the Council members once, at a group meeting. Weird that one of them is going to talk to you personally.”

“Kinda cool though,” Chase mulled. “Was that doctor guy as big a jerk as you’re making him sound?”

“I dunno, he was definitely an ass but it maybe wasn’t as big a deal as it felt like at the time,” Jackie said. “That bit about JJ potentially staying in the Vault, though—” He shook his head.

“I cannot believe this,” Schneep said angrily. “Those—those motherfuckers! Jamie isn’t going to harm anyone! Even if he is capable, that does not mean he will!”

“Well, uh... I guess the League wants to be safe?” Chase guessed. “I don’t, uh, think that justifies it, but it explains it.”

Schneep growled and looked to the side.

“The League is always cautious until they’re not,” Marvin said drily.

Jackie sighed. “I never thought about the Super Laws before, really, but uh... If the Laws allow the League to have a prison, and maintain a prison, with complete control over it regardless of a court decision... that’s a bit fucked up.”

“No, really?” Marvin drawled.

Jackie normally would’ve made a snappy comment in response to Marvin’s sarcasm... but... maybe it was justified this time. More than maybe. “Uh, look, I was also wondering,” he said, changing the subject. “Marvin, Schneep, you guys have underworld contacts and stuff. D’you guys think you can find any information on the van that took Dahlia in the fake transfer?”

Schneep raised an eyebrow. “I would love to help, but what do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. Marvin, Gwen’s related to some tech dealers, right? Maybe they know something about someone who got a bunch of tech for a fake van?”

“Maybe?” Marvin shrugged. “Her father mostly deals in weapons. Especially since Pathos got arrested.”

Jackie blinked. “Uh... I don’t see the connection.”

Marvin hesitated. “Pathos is... Gwen’s uncle, remember? Her mom’s a Moizone. They got support from a lot of Pathos’s crime family. Without it, now that Pathos is gone, they have to move some more expensive items to make up for the lack of funds—and that’s usually weapons.”

“...ah.”

“My point being, Gwen might not be able to help as much,” Marvin continued.

Schneep sighed. “I know some people I can ask about. I was planning to talk to them about... some other things anyway.”

Jackie blinked at him, then narrowed his eyes. “I know you’re my friend and all, but if you’re selling tech on the black market I think I’m obligated as a hero to give you a, uh... at least a stern talking-to about that.”

“Ah, no, I have nothing to sell at the moment,” Schneep said casually. “This is about... other things.” Was it just Jackie’s imagination, or did Schneep’s eyes flick towards Marvin?

Jackie narrowed his eyes further. “What other things?”

Schneep hesitated, then sighed. “Yes, I suppose I should tell you. But do not get mad, okay?”

“That’s not a good sign.”

Schneep stared at him silently.

“Fine, I’ll try not to get mad,” Jackie said. “What is it?”

“I snuck into SepTech last night.”

“You wha—?!” Jackie cut himself off mid-angry-shout. He cleared his throat. “Why... would you do that?”

“I can explain that later, this is more important,” Schneep dismissed. “In the North location, there is an underground lab belonging to Dr. McLoughlin. I believe you have been there before? Did you know that in one of the side rooms off the main laboratory there are a bunch of SAMs equipped with weaponized attachments?”

“...huh?” Jackie stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that they had guns and other such objects that would pop out from the sides,” Schneep explained. “Many of which I did recognize as being from the black market.”

“What?! Why the hell would something like that be in McLoughlin’s lab?!”

“That’s a good question, isn’t it?” Marvin muttered.

Jackie turned to glare at him. “I know what you’re going to say. This is not proof that McLoughlin purposefully messed up the scan of the Puppeteer mask.”

“Oh come on!” Marvin threw his hands up in the air. “The guy has fucking flying machines with guns! You can’t deny that that’s a bad fucking sign! What possible reason could he have for making those?!”

“You don’t know he’s making them,” Jackie insisted. “Maybe he confiscated them from criminals? And is taking off the attachments?”

“For fuck’s sake, Jackie!” Marvin looked at him intently. “I know you want to think the best of him, but this is just getting ridiculous! You can’t blindly deny proof that something fishy is going on!”

“I—” Jackie hesitated. He took a deep breath. “I’m not blindly denying it. I just want to have a chance to check it out for myself. McLoughlin said I could stop by whenever I wanted. I could just head in and check out the room. Give him a chance to explain himself.”

“Give him a chance to lie,” Marvin grumbled. “And manipulate you.”

“Uh...” Chase cleared his throat, drawing attention back to him for the first time in a while. “Marvin, you’re making some good points. And, uh, I do agree that having weapon SAMs in his lab is pretty fucking suspicious. But... don’t you think you’re being a little... Are you projecting a little?”

Marvin blinked. “H-huh?”

“I mean... you’ve clearly been lied to in the past,” Chase said. “I don’t remember the details of it, but I know it’s why you don’t trust the League. And I remember you said you’ve never gotten proper, uh... help with that. With... how much that hurt. So... you’ve never looked too deeply at that. But... you might be so insistent that McLoughlin is up to something because you don’t trust that anyone is genuine.”

Marvin stared at him, completely shocked. Jackie and Schneep also stared at Chase, only slightly less shocked. “That is... very insightful, Chase,” Schneep said slowly.

Chase shrugged. “Just something I thought about.”

“W-well—” Marvin stammered for a moment, then straightened. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about it. What matters is being safe. This McLoughlin guy might not be involved with the Puppeteer shit, whatever. He still has weapons in his lab that seemingly no one knows about. And if I had weapons in my lab that nobody knows about, and a Hero asked about them, I would say anything to make sure they didn’t investigate further.”

Jackie hesitated. “That’s true... but... I-I can’t do that. I can’t do that. I refuse to judge this man before I even know what the full story is.”

Marvin stared at him with a slightly softer expression than usual. “I just... don’t want... you to...” He shook his head. “Be careful, Windstorm.”

“I will be, I promise,” Jackie said. He took a deep breath. “Now. Any other advice? Or sudden revelations?”

The other three were silent.

“Great.” Jackie nodded. “Well... if we need to meet up again, we’ll just... do the same thing we did today?”

“Sounds good,” Chase said, making an OK sign with his hand. Schneep and Marvin nodded silently.

“So... let’s just... go, then,” Jackie said slowly.

The four of them unceremoniously parted ways—though, of course, Chase and Jackie headed in the same direction. As soon as they left Neun Park and were on the way to the train station, Chase nudged Jackie. “You okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I guess.” Jackie shrugged. “I just... I dunno. It really shook me to hear that Jameson might not have a chance to get out of there.”

“Well you can’t give up on him now!” Chase said.

“I’m not going to!” Jackie formed a fist and punched his open palm. “It’s not right. And I-I wanted to become a Hero to do the right thing. Hell, before I even joined the League, that’s why I started out on all this.” He paused. “Though... you know, sometimes I wonder. Did I really think that joining the League would help me help people? Or... did I just think it was cool?”

“It could be both,” Chase said quietly. “You’re a good person, Jackie. You really want to help people.”

Jackie was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded. “You’re right. R-regardless of, uh, what the League is like, it’s not gonna stop me from... from trying to help.”

Chase smiled. “There we are! That’s the Jackie I know.” He patted his shoulder. “Now—can we talk about dinner?”

Jackie burst into laughter. “That’s still at least two hours away, man.”

“I like to be prepared when it comes to food.”

Down the street, Schneep and Marvin were walking together. They hadn’t meant to, they were simply just also walking that way. Schneep didn’t even seem to notice that Marvin was next to him. He was staring down at the sidewalk, glaring with fists clenched. After a while, Marvin cleared his throat. “You seem angry.”

“Oh, do I? Upon hearing that my cousin is probably going to rot in maximum security prison for something he was forced to do?” Schneep drawled. “And that my other cousin is still missing and the only lead is a flimsy fucking description?”

Marvin blinked. “That description, by the way—do you think it sounds familiar?”

“What? Are you saying it was McLoughlin who took Dahlia?” Schneep rolled his eyes. “With the broad characteristics that doctor described, you could have taken Dahlia.” He paused. “Wait, do you know—”

“Fuck, man. I know you’re upset—and for good reason, your fucking family got kidnapped—but you can’t seriously believe I know anything.”

Schneep sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. But you see the problem of going off something that vague.”

“I guess.” Marvin nodded.

They walked in silence for a while. Schneep was heading to the farther train station—the one where the yellow line stopped, which was the train line that ran to the edge of the city where Schneep lived. He wasn’t sure where Marvin was going, though. And he didn’t ask. His thoughts were spinning in circles around one subject: Jameson. He really didn’t deserve to be stuck in the Vault. Schneep knew he was already doing something to try and get him out. Finding out if McLoughlin was linked to Anti-Virus, and from there, stopping Anti-Virus altogether. But—none of that would matter if the courts or the League or whoever just didn’t let Jameson out. What if this was for nothing?

“Marvin,” Schneep said slowly. “You know how I am helping you with this McLoughlin thing? What if I wanted your help with something in return?”

“Hmm?” Marvin blinked. “Like what?”

“What if—and I know how impossible this sounds—what if we broke JJ out of Byrthon Vault?”

Marvin stopped walking. “What.”

“I know, I know, it sounds insane,” Schneep said. “But—I—” He shook his head. “N-nevermind. It is stupid. I was just thinking, there are so many different types of superhumans out there. Surely, surely some combination of powers—Forget it.”

Marvin stared at him. “It’s not... a bad idea,” he said slowly. “Just... very, very dangerous. And something you’d need to thoroughly plan. Very, very thoroughly.”

Schneep nodded. “Yes... i-it is not something I... need to do. Not something I need to plan for. But... if the trail goes cold...”

Marvin leaned closer. “If the trail goes cold, we’ll do what we have to.” He grinned wickedly.

After a moment, Schneep grinned back, with a similar sharp edge. “We’ll do what we have to.”

[midnightdemonz]

Sing incorrect quotes!

Eddie: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Buster: I wrote you a poem.

Eddie, already crying: You did?

Mike: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap: Steal it!

Eddie: But that's censorship.

Buster: Well done. You are correct. You're being censored. Now go.

Buster: We call that a traumatic experience.

Buster, turning to Lance: Not a "bruh moment".

Buster, turning to Suki: Not "sadge".

Buster, turning to Crystal: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Clay: Hey Buster, I've got an idea for how to solve this.

Buster, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?

Clay: Wh- No! That's not the idea, Buster!

Nooshy: Have you heard of Murphy's law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?

Porsha: Yeah, I have.

Nooshy: Have you heard of Cole's law?

Porsha: Is this a joke about coleslaw?

Nooshy: ...maybe.

Ash: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Meena to Buster: Turn that frown upside down!

*A little while later*

Meena: What are you doing?

Buster, trying to do a handstand: You told me to "turn that frown upside down", but it's not working.

Ms. Crawley to Porsha: First rule of battle, little one... don't ever let them know where you are.

Mike, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I'M RIGHT HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O' ME!? YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! WHOO-HOO!

Ms. Crawley: 'Course, there're other schools of thought.

Gunter: *Slowly pushes a cannon into a 17th century bank* Okay everyone, be cool. This is a robbery!

Mike: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Ms. Crawley: Only if you also don't ask why.

Ms. Crawley: *Pulls out four prestine human skulls from their bag*

Mike: ...

Mike, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Ash: Mint is just cold spicy:

The squad: ...

Lance: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Jerry: N... No!

Porsha: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y... Yes???

Darius: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Lance: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Ash: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

Alfonso: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Porsha: Solution, just pop it back in the over for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Darius: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly doggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

Meena: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word: Slunchy!

Norman: ...put it away.

Gunter: Hey Porsha?

Porsha: Yeah?

Gunter: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Porsha:

Porsha: ...What?

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 5

A week later back at home, Terry was making steak fajitas for the family as he smiles at Korvo.

Korvo: Hey, darling.

Terry: Sure you want some fine tunes right now?

Terry gets out a remote and it plays, “Do the Twist”:

Korvo: Yes.

The two husbands starts dancing to the song. Then, Korvo receives a reminder notification.

Terry: What’s wrong?

Korvo: Oh it’s time for to get the groceries. But I don’t think I should go to the store today because of my recovery with my eyesight. Can you fill in for me darling while I finish making dinner?

Terry: Sure thing babe.

Korvo: Oh and be sure to wear a raincoat. It is raining fucking crazy tonight.

Terry: Thanks for the tip!

Terry gets out a raincoat and heads out while carrying a wallet as he head out the door and closes it. As Korvo puts the ingredients on the plate, he however senses something.

Korvo: What the fuck?

He then sense Terry heading to the store but then gasp upon seeing a bunch of mugs in the ally.

Korvo: Shit! I gotta go after him!

Korvo then looks at his reflection and then gets courageous as he closes his eyes and transforms into his superhero form. Then suddenly… Phoebe is standing behind him in shock.

Phoebe MacCarthy: What the fu-

Then the scene cuts to the store.

A Few seconds later, Terry walks home while complaining about the prices over ice cream bars as he puts his raincoat on

Terry Solar-Opposites: Why does ice cream cost so much?! Seriously, what is wrong with people?! They should-

Suddenly, a group of mugs surround him.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Uh, hey, guys? What's happening?

Mug: Give us your purse you bitch!

Terry Solar-Opposites: Uh this isn't a purse, it's a-

The mugs then starts pushing Terry around as he helps and falls to the ground.

Mug: Hand over your stuff or we'll-

Suddenly, the Mug was delivered a punch in the face somehow as he falls to the ground and moans. Terry gasps in shock. Suddenly, the mug gets grabbed as he screams in horror because no one is there.

Mug: What the hell is happening?! I'M FUCKING POSSESSED!

Suddenly, to the mug’s horror, it’s Korvo in his superhero form as he appears visible again and punches the mug in the face.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Leave that nice man alone!

The mug charges at Korvo as he takes them one by one by turning indivisible. He even threw one mug at a ladder it knocks him out unconscious. Terry grows amazed.

Mug: Oh shit! This voodoo motherfucker has grown too powerful! Let’s get the hell outta here!

As the mugs run away, Terry turns to face Korvo.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Thank you, handsome. blushes Er, I mean, sir! Yeah, that's what I meant!

As Terry turns around, he finds Korvo gone, only for something to grab him as Korvo turns visible at him and gaze at Terry lovingly.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Ah! Oh, hey.

Korvo smiles as he stares at Terry lovingly and touches Terry’s face as Terry stammers a bit.

Terry Solar-Opposites: U-Uh, wh-what are you-

Suddenly, Korvo kiss Terry in the lips as rain falls as the two moan. Terry blushes as he pulls away.

Terry Solar-Opposites: I’m sorry… I’m already to married to the smartest bravest alien I know… my Korvy.

Korvo smiles.

Terry Solar-Opposites: I really like you. But my heart belongs with my husband…

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Well, my heart belongs to you.

Terry Solar-Opposites: What? What do you mean by….

Terry then looks closely at Korvo’s eyes as he touches his face and gasp.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Korvo?

Korvo then grabs Terry as they fly away. Terry starts screaming but then starts laughing and howling in joy.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Whoo-hoo! You never told me you were a superhero! This is awesome!

Korvo then looks down and realizes something. He then sighs.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Hey, what's the matter?

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Terry… it’s time I tell you and the kids the truth.

Terry smiles.

Terry: Honey, tell us everything you big damn heroic hunk!

Korvo smiles. Then, the scene cuts to the kids sitting on the couch staring in shock and surprise upon seeing Korvo in his superhero form.

Jesse: Terry, who’s this?

Korvo takes a deep breath and powers down. The kids gasp.

Yumyulack: Korvo?! You’re the superhero that saved our asses during you and Terry’s honeymoon?!

Pupa: Whoa!

Korvo laughs nervously. Yumyulack and Jesse screams in joy as they hug Korvo.

Jesse: You did something so awesome!

Yumyulack: Oh my God! My adult is superhero! This is awesome! What’s your superhero name by the way?!

Korvo: Hmm…Quasarblast!

Yumyulack: Wow! That’s awesome!

Phoebe MacCarthy: Korvo! That crystal your sister gave you! It must’ve given you those powers

Korvo gasps. Korvo turns back into Quasarblast as he realizes this but grows amazed by this kind of power.

Korvo/Quasarblast: I feel amazing.

Terry: Wow. Honey, you better keep this identity of yours a secret.

Korvo/Quasarblast: sighs You’re right.

He bravely goes up and stares at himself with determination in the mirror.

Korvo/Quasarblast: I must keep this new part of me a secret. Even if it means risking having a double life.

Terry: Wait. You’re not saying…

Korvo/Quasarblast: I-I think I like this new role… there might be some dangerous threats out there guys… and if there is… it’s my responsibility to stop them.

Terry smiles

Terry: Then, we’ll support you.

Jesse: Yeah! Don’t think you’re in this alone!

Yumyulack: We may not be heroes and not have super powers! But, we’re your family! And we’re in this thing together! No matter what! We got your back Korvo!

Quasarblast smiles tearfully.

Pupa: hugs Quasarblast Quasarblast.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Oh guys…

The family gets in a group hug as Quasarblast smiles tearfully.

Terry: Hey, Korvo. Why don’t we have fun with that invisibility of yours later.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Okay!

Quasarblast flies Terry to their bedroom and starts to have sex offscreen while the kids groan and cover their ears. Later that night in the bedroom, Terry stares lovingly at Korvo, who is asleep.

Terry: Goodnight, my brave superhero Shlorpian.

Terry kiss Korvo on the cheek as Korvo turns invisible again in his sleep and holds Terry close after he fall asleep. Terry feels Korvo’s warmth and sighs lovingly.

[askroguered]

"Hi! I dont mean to randomly show up, but I was just wondering whoo exactly are you? I havent seen you before!"

"Wh- Jesus Christ!"

*She reflexively grabs her railgun*

[turmoilcity]

Little Darling

In another light cont'd.

Inside the house they were playing "Here Comes the Sun" and handing out lemonade. Brick decided to stay by the front door and listen. There weren’t many seats on the inside anyway. He sipped his drink slowly listening to Dylan continue to press this kid.

“So, you’re Lillian’s child, and this is her home.” 

The doe eyed child nodded, sipping from her glass. “Mommy’s out for groceries right now though.”she says.

“So, who’s watching you?” Bella asks, she’d claimed a couch to herself, stretching over the length of it as she sipped her drink.

The girl did seem very young. No more than eight probably. She had on a big white gown, the sleeves came down to her wrists. Her hair had all of these ringlets and curls that were held together by a bow. 

“Bailey.” she replies.

“Who’s Bailey?” Bella asks.

The girl blinked and then giggled air headedly. Man, she really did favor Lillian. “Oh, aunty Bella, you’re so silly-”

“Listen kid,” Dylan interjected behind her. The gleeful expression on her face dropped at the authoritative sound of his voice. Brick almost wanted to step in and excuse the kid… which was odd, but Dylan didn’t know how to approach children.

What the hell, Brick doesn’t either! What the hell was he even on, right now? Did he smoke something before getting here? He had too. That time travel shit was messing him up.

“We don’t even know you’re name,” Dylan said to the naive girl.

She blinked, her expression blank, “Well my names Brianna, duh uncle Dylan-”

“A-and I’m not your uncle.”

“You’re not!?” She gasped mortified. Lilllian went to cover her ears quickly.

“Don’t listen to him baby girl. He’s just being a jerk!” Brianna cried into her arms.

Collin shot their leader a dissapointed look, “Way to go man. You made the kid cry.”

“I’m not her uncle!” 

Bella sneered and swirled the content of her drink in her cup, “Then who are you?” Before Dylan could answer, Bella turns to Brianna. “Niece,” her niece looks at her, taking a break from crying into Lillian’s shoulder, glassy eyed. Bella nods, “Tell me. Who’s my big papa?”

The child is confused.

“BELLA!” Meghan screeches. “THIS IS A CHILD YOU’RE TALKING TO. BE APPROPRIATE.”

“Oh my god, it’s just a stupid question!”

“And you think ‘big papa’ is the right terminology to use  for your future partner when speaking with a kid?” Jenna says in a monotone voice.

Bella thinks, “...yes.”

Theres a collective sigh from the group, sans Butch who is laughing.

“Well, she’s a kid not a fortune teller,” Collin speaks up.

“Yeah, talk to my baby with some respect!” Lillian squeals.

“It’s not a time telling question, I just wanna know who my baby daddy is!” Bella barks.

Savannah, who is behind her, raises a brow, “baby daddy?”

The group begins to argue, and Blossom carefully steps up, a little sheepishly, “Hi, um, Brianna? I believe Bella wants to know if she and Dylan are married.”

The little one flutters her lashes and then has a light bulb, “Oh, no, Uncle Dylan and Aunty Bella aren’t married.”

Against all the arguing, Dylan hears this and cheers.

“Whoo!” he throws his arms up into the air, “You heard that, Bella!? I am not, married to you.”

“He’s Destiny’s daddy though,” the kid finishes. The room goes silent.

Dylan goes dull, “Wh-who is….”

Bella’s smirk is almost audible. In a tiny voice she whispers, “You are… the father.”

The room roars.

“N-no, this can’t be…” Dylan looks defeated. Butch drops an arm over his shoulder.

“It could be worse.”

Dylan shakes his head, “No, this is the worse… This has to be some… some time period or-or universe where everything is set in hell-”

“AH HA HA!” Bella’s cackle seems to make him go that much more bleak.

Brianna turns to Lillian with an obtuse gaze, “Did I say something wrong?” she cocks her head.

Lillian pats her back. “No sweetie,” she pulls her in for another hug, grinning dimwittedly, “Dylan is just sad sometimes. I get sad, you get sad.”

“Do trees get sad?”

“Um… yes! Yes, tree’s totally get sad.”

“I think that’s why my bonsai tree in the room isn’t growing after chip pee’d on it. I think the tree is sad.”

Lillian rubs her back, “Oh, sweetie.” She grins. Most likely due to generally being happy she has a child in this timeline. Some primate mother code seemed to have kicked in with her. 

Blossom tries to gather the room. She whistles and claps her hands, “Guys? Guys! Hey! Is this anyway to act in someone else’s home? We’re supposed to be here on an important mission, remember?”

“Oh, yeah! Enrique!” Bubbles chirps. Her boyfriend nuzzles her.(“You’re so cute.”)

“That slimy son of a bitch,” Dylan mutters despite his distraught state.

“Language, there’s a child here,” Blossom repramens.

“Blossom, shut up and let me do my job,” Dylan orders, stunning her. He over steps her. “OKAY.” He says over everyone, “You all can laugh at me as much as you want. You can paint me with whatever brush you want for my crimes.”

“Crimes-?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.  i may have massively fucked up in this timeline, and to be quite honest I don’t know what head the Dylan in the universe was thinking with-”

“Obviously, not the one on his shoulders,” Bella sneered to her friends, who properly accomadated her with snickers.

“BUT,” he continued, glaring at them specifically, “that is neither her or there! Thank you Blossom for bringing us back to the real issue here, and that is finding Enrique.”

Blossom crossed her arms, “Could’ve gone without the shoving.”

“Sorry about that.” Dylan turned to Brianna again. “N-neice?”

Her thick expression spreads into an eager look, “Yes, uncle?”

Several snickers and snorts could be heard  throughout the room. Dylan let out a long sigh.

“Could you please find someone or something we can use to contact your mother?”

She tilted her head, “Why would I do that, when Daddy’s right there?” Her finger lifted and pointed to the doorway, where Brick stood, quietly. The room fell silent.

TBC