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NUVO Dance Convention, Detroit, MI: RESULTS
High Scores by Age:
NUbie Solo
1st: Stella Brinkerhoff-’Fly’
2nd: Penelope LeMieux-’These Boots’
3rd: Sylvie Win Szyndlar-’Rainbow Connection’
4th: Naomi Harper-’Speechless’
5th: Hadlee Young-’Mr. Sandman
6th: Kora Jacobs-’Papa’
7th: Ariceli Huembes-’Queen Bee’
Mini Solo
1st: Ellary Day Szyndlar-’Light Gathers’
2nd: Zoe Swope-’That Face’
3rd: Annabelle DeWitt-’Tears of an Angel’
4th: Annabel Schoolmeesters-’Broken’
5th: Mya Lanigan-’Halo’
6th: Brooklyn Ward-’Here I Am’
6th: Addison Prichard-’Swing It Like Roger’
7th: Kinley Barnes-’Like That’
8th: Madeleine Shen-’The Bridge’
9th: Azarrah Fair-’B.E.A.T’
9th: Madelyn Nicholson-’Clay’
10th: Ella Palmer-’Somewhere Only We Know’
Junior Solo
1st: Mya Tuaileva-’Can’t Unhear’
2nd: Daniela SanGiacomo-’Infinite’
2nd: Maura Matuska-’LJ’
3rd: Lacie Mollahan-’All Cried Out’
3rd: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’
3rd: Eliza Mercer-’Goetia’
3rd: Vivienne Mitchell-’Metamorphosis’
4th: Ariel Cai-’Clear Water’
4th: Blakely Bell-’Shifting’
5th: Nily Samara-’Dot 2 Dot’
5th: Campbell Clark-’I’ll Be Seeing You’
5th: Bree Curtis-’One Grain’
6th: Campbell Bas-’Alice’
6th: Joli DuQuenne-’Found’
6th: Preslie Lopez-’Freezing Point’
6th: Londyn LeMieux-’Human Touch’
7th: Haydyn Jackson-’Dex’
7th: Claire Wise-’Listen’
7th: Piper Leddell-’Sunrise Sunset’
7th: Julianna Harris-’The Mask’
7th: Marlow Makarewicz-’Tomorrow’s Song’
8th: Gabby Donaldson-’It’s About That Walk’
8th: Morgan Schwarze-’Runaway’
8th: Madison Music-’Two Thousand & Two’
9th: Dani Sherman-’Broken Prayers’
10th: Raeka Martonez-’I Have Never Loved Someone’
10th: Paige Lenard-’Like You Used To’
Teen Solo
1st: Peyton Price-’All We Know’
1st: Cydney Heard-’I’m Going In’
1st: Hailey Bills-’You’
2nd: Macy Orvis-’Look At Me’
2nd: Isabella Pinkston-’Speaking Of The End’
2nd: Benjamin Graham-’Straighten Up and Fly Right’
2nd: Chance Phelps-’The Garden’
3rd: Zoe Ridge-’A Thousand Eyes’
3rd: L.A Gee-’Botn’
3rd: Brianna Hicks-’Epilouge’
3rd: Kendall Best-’For Loving You’
3rd: Cambry Bethke-’How Insensitive’
3rd: Brielle McCoy-’Twist’
4th: Camryn Lanigan-’False Confidence’
4th: Caris Beurkens-’Human Nature’
4th: Mikaela Zarsky-’Lullaby’
4th: Lainey Bliss-’Orange’
4th: Lynlie Ferrin-’Visnaga’
4th: Mya Imbrock-’You’re Mine’
5th: Carlee Alicea-’Crazy’
5th: Samantha Grana-’Fragment Me’
5th: Kieran Holmes-’Hear The Bells’
5th: Addison Gutow-’Without You’
6th: Evelyn Shymanski-’33 God’
6th: Emersyn Dickson-’Plans We Made’
6th: Alexis Schueller-’Somebody’
6th: Macy Such-’What Dreams Are Made Of’
6th: Kimberly Sigloch-’Years of Suffering’
7th: Olivia McIntyre-’Thinking About You’
8th: Marissa Brunner-’On Then and Now’
8th: Shanyce Washington-’Sunday Kind of Love’
9th: Violet Lopiccola-’#88′
9th: Lily Poynter-’Cellophane’
9th: Jiya Janwani-’Nemesis’
9th: Marin Akkashian-’Shotgun’
10th: Emily Ferguson-’Cellophane’
10th: Dilyn Bray-’Faced’
10th: Alexia Munger-’Miss Kiss’
Senior Solo
1st: Kamryn Funk-’5,6,7,8′
2nd: Anna Miller-’Godspeed’
2nd: Zoe Carpenter-’Opus 22′
3rd: Peyton Winsett-’Distortion’
3rd: Jonah Tran-’Involution’
3rd: Madison McDonald-’Shining’
4th: Chase Phelps-’All I Have Left’
4th: Christian Whan-’It’s Still Rock & Roll’
4th: Alyssa Griffith-’Voyage’
4th: Kaityln Babich-’You’re My Thrill’
5th: Seanna DeWitt-’Consequence of Sound’
5th: Trinity Malgay-’Somthing Short and Sweet’
5th: Isabella Nixon-’Stand Alive’
5th: Kendall Schmidt-’Take Me To The River’
5th: Ashley Smith-’The First Time’
5th: Jessica Babich-’Ubiquitous’
5th: Jessica Welch-’Whoever You Are’
6th: Bria Mayes-’Angel By The Wings’
6th: Lily Freebery-’A Wish’
6th: Madison Harvell-’Getting Older’
6th: Quinn Davis-’Like’
7th: Brianna Haith-’Alarm’
7th: Zoey Cappatocio-’Another Lifetime’
7th: Isabelle Ranger-’Leave A Light On’
7th: Kate McCollum-’Now That I’m Older’
7th: Anjali Petrucci-’Satellite’
7th: Cade Person-’Skalbrekka’
7th: Emily Popa-’Vienna’
8th: Kendra Fereshetian-’I Don’t Know Anything Yet’
8th: Camryn Humpert-’Supermarket in California’
9th: Jadyn Terry-’Must Change’
9th: Olivia Papa-’The Lakes’
10th: Kacey Howley-’Doomed’
10th: Leah Rieger-’Memories’
NUbie Duo/Trio
1st: Haja Dance Company-’You Better Work’
2nd: Nye Dance Productions-’Diamonds’
Mini Duo/Trio
1st: Just Off Broadway-’I Will Carry You’
1st: Poirier Productions Dance Studio-’The Forest Queen’
2nd: Body Language Dance Company-’A Shine On Your Shoes’
3rd: Haja Dance Company-’Fall On Me’
Junior Duo/Trio
1st: Haja Dance Company-’I’ll Stay’
2nd: Studio 4-’Slights and Trespasses’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’When I Grow Up’
Teen Duo/Trio
1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Not That News’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Sax’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’Together Again’
3rd: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’The Show’
Senior Duo/Trio
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Get Happy’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Back, Baby’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’Static’
3rd: Haja Dance Company-’The Turning Page’
3rd: Academy of Dance Arts-’Words Are Not Enough’
NUbie Group
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Bon Appetit’
2nd: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’Friend Like Me’
3rd: Nye Dance Productions-’Dancing Fool’
Mini Group
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Quake’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’HSKT’
3rd: Body Language Dance Company-’Bei Mir Bist Du Schon’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Let The River Run’
Junior Group
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Distant Sures’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Solace’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Marathon (In Roses)’
Teen Group
1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Laura’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’These Women’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’I’m Rising’
Senior Group
1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Minus 60′
2nd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Herd of Defense’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Ricochet’
NUbie Line
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Reflection’
Mini Line
1st: Haja Dance Company-’First Class’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Gonna Catch You’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Above The Clouds of Pompeii’
Junior Line
1st: Haja Dance Company-’For A Second’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Forget You’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Danke Schoen’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Shine’
Teen Line
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Pa’lante’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Beacon’
3rd: Powerdance Company-’Freedom’
Senior Line
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Night’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Hallucinations’
NUbie Extended Line
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Ordinary Miracle’
Junior Extended Line
1st: Haja Dance Company-’Haven’t You Heard’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Trust’
Teen Extended Line
1st: Haja Dance Company-’We Are Nothing’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’Start Walkin’
3rd: Haja Dance Company-’Don’t Cry’
Senior Extended Line
1st: Haja Dance Company-’That Stuff’
Mini Production
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Steam Heat’
Teen Production
1st: The Turning Pointe-’Earth Girls’
High Scores by Performance Division:
NUbie Jazz
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
2nd: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’Friend Like Me’
NUbie Tap
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Bon Appetit’
2nd: Nye Dance Productions-’Dancing Fool’
NUbie Contemporary
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Ordinary Miracle’
NUbie Lyrical
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Reflection’
Mini Jazz
1st: Haja Dance Company-’First Class’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Quake’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Gonna Catch You’
Mini Tap
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Big Band Sound’
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’HSKT’
2nd: Body Language Dance Company-’Bei Mir Bist Du Schon’
Mini Contemporary
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Above The Clouds of Pompeii’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’You’ve Got A Friend’
Mini Lyrical
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Let The River Run’
Mini Musical Theatre
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Steam Heat’
Junior Jazz
1st: Haja Dance Company-’Haven’t You Heard’
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Danke Schoen’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Trust’
3rd: Haja Dance Company-’The Glow’
Junior Hip-Hop
1st: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’Throwin It’
Junior Tap
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Forget You’
2nd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’My Blue Heaven’
Junior Contemporary
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Distant Sures’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’For A Second’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Solace’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Marathon (In Roses)’
Junior Lyrical
1st: Haja Dance Company-’Unbroken’
Junior Musical Theatre
1st: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’Forget About The Boy’
Teen Jazz
1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Spell’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’Start Walkin’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’One Night Only’
3rd: The Turning Pointe-’Babylon’
Teen Ballet
1st: Body Language Dance Company-’Scheharazade’
2nd: Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’Le Chance’
Teen Hip-Hop
1st: The Turning Pointe-’Earth Girls’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Ransom’
3rd: Artflux Dance Lab-’Screenagers’
Teen Tap
1st: Spotlight Dance Works-’Try A Little Tenderness’
2nd: Body Language Dance Company-’For All We Know’
3rd: Body Language Dance Company-’Another Sad Love Song’
Teen Contemporary
1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That’
2nd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Pa’lante’
3rd: Haja Dance Company-’We Are Nothing’
Teen Lyrical
1st: Haja Dance Company-’Don’t Cry’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’Change Will Come’
Teen Musical Theatre
1st: Nye Dance Productions-’Wizard of Oz’
Teen Specialty
1st: Powerdance Company-’Freedom’
2nd: Powerdance Company-’If I’
2nd: Powerdance Company-’Run’
3rd: Powerdance Company-’The Chain’
Senior Jazz
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
2nd: Haja Dance Company-’That Stuff’
3rd: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’That’s Life’
Senior Tap
1st: Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Superstitious’
Senior Contemporary
1st: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Minus 60′
2nd: Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Herd of Defense’
3rd: Spotlight Dance Works-’Ricochet’
Best NU Groups:
NUbie
Spotlight Dance Works-’Ordinary Miracle’
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Can You Feel It’
Mini
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Quake’
Spotlight Dance Works-’Gonna Catch You’
Haja Dance Company-’First Class’
Junior
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Trust’
Haja Dance Company-’For A Second’
Spotlight Dance Works-’Distant Sures’
Teen
The Turning Pointe-’Earth Girls’
Powerdance Company-’Freedom’
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’I’m Rising’
Haja Dance Company-’We Are Nothing’
Spotlight Dance Works-’Pa’lante’
Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Can You Hear That’
Body Language Dance Company-’For All We Know’
Senior
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
Spotlight Dance Works-’Ricochet’
Haja Dance Company-’Come Back to Me’
Artflux Dance Lab-’Akvaryum’
Kim Massay Dance Productions-’Minus 60′
Studio Pick:
Dean/Black School of Performing Arts-’An Evening I Won’t Forget’
Body Language Dance Company-’For All We Know’
Powerdance Company-’Freedom’
Spotlight Dance Works-’Ricochet’
Noretta Dunworth School of Dance-’Fancy’
Haja Dance Company-’We Are Nothing’
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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 15
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Zuko/OC
Summary: “You have everything you’ve ever wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…” His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.
My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T
Uncle Iroh had spent the last couple of weeks training Zuko on a new fire bending move. A deathly one. One that Tsai had never even seen her brother practice. Lighting manipulation.
He had advised Tsai to invest her time into training with a long-rage weapon.
"But- what?" She had said confused.
"I like using my hidden blades because they are like an extension of my body. Something else- would be much harder to use." She had said to him.
"I believe the fight with Azula would've had a very different outcome if this weren't the case." He said wisely.
It was a hard decision to make. She pondered long and hard into a new strategy or thought of a new weapon she could immediately begin to practice and came up with a few ideas.
Naturally Tsai had a lot on her mind. She missed her family. Her dad, her over-beating mother and her brother. She wondered where Mecha found himself now a days or even if there was any of him left. She lowered her head, heart swelling with pain as she thought specially of her brother. She wondered if she'd ever see any of them again. If the war would end. If they would ever meet the Avatar again.
Her fists clenched around the railing of the ferry they were currently on.
She had been so close to capturing the Avatar and now he was gone. Gone with no trace. It wasn't as if they were in a position to be looking. The three of them had been continuously on the run as they struggled to survive and find peace in their arduous journey to freedom.
They were continuously on the run. Sleeping on the ground, without a penny to their names often starving. It didn't help that every time they slowed down to set camp somewhere in the land someone would find and attempt to kill them.
Tsai also thought about the Blue Spirit sometimes. Sometimes she wondered if he had been figment of her imagination- or if their paths would ever meet again. She was certain that she would know who he was if they met in person. She was cerain- but could've been mistaken- that the Blue Spirit was male. Another clue was the fact he seemed to be able to sneak around both Fire and Earth Kingdom territories with ease. It couldn't just be anyone. Also the coincidence that their paths had crossed more than once?
Through some of Iroh's connections the man had managed to get the three of them smuggled into Ba Sing Se as humble refugees. It had been a long journey, but there was finally a moment of peace. Some light at the end of the tunnel to look forward too.
The ferry was small, wooded and crowded as they sailed the open sea. The scent of sea salt water and the ocean welcoming them. Tsai removed the bandage that hid her hair in her hands. It swayed lightly with the ocean breeze. Ba Sing Se... It seemed so hopefully. The thought of a new beginning. One in which they could find a safe haven, start from scratch and make a new life. It was unreal. The idea that she would never see the walls of Yu Dao again or her family.
She had to shed her ambitions and become someone new. Capturing the Avatar now... it seemed like a far away distant dream. It was something she had to let go. It had never been and probably never would be her destiny. Her grip on the bandana became weak and the breeze ripped the clothe out of her hands and carried it away into the sea.
She was done hiding. There was no need to hide anymore. It wouldn't be necessary in the Earth Kingdom. Besides, if Zuko could get away with his trademark scar what were the odds of somebody rattling on her? Also, worst case scenario she's be an ally of the Earth Kingdom. After all, she had saved the Avatar. How does that saying go? Your worst enemy's enemy is your best friend?
She took in a deep breath.
No more Avatar.
No more sulking about family.
No more pessimistic thoughts.
Ba Sing Se would be a clean slate.
Her eyes darted to the side and she saw Prince Zuko scowling at something. She felt her ears burn slightly.
No more Zuko.
She straightened her back like an arrow composing her posture and let out that breath she had been holding. He would never change and Ba Sing Se was supposed to be a clean slate. Besides he was so morose all the time, but he was so fun to tease and-
'Stop.' Irritated stopped herself from hopping on that train. She had to find something else to keep her mind busy to keep her distracted.
"Who would have thought after all these years, I'd return to the scene of my greatest military disgrace..." Iroh mused ominously as he stood beside Zuko and Tsai aboard one of the ferries departing for Ba Sing Se. "As a tourist!" He exclaimed with a cheesy grin after placing a comically floral hat on his head.
Tsai snorted as she turned her attention away from her thoughts and to Uncle Iroh. Still her humor was down in the blues. And Zuko well-
"Look around. We're not tourists, we're refugees." Zuko snapped, killing the cheerful mood with his grumpiness as he took a sip of cold food from the bowl in his hand then spat it out a moment later with a disgusted look on his face, "Ugh! I'm sick of eating rotten food, sleeping in the dirt. I'm tired of living like this!"
Zuko was being Zuko. She rolled her eyes as she stirred her own bowl with indescribable food around with a lack of appetite.
"Alright, princess," she uttered under her breath rolling her eyes at him.
"What?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing.
"You're acting like a brat," she retorted with a scoff and a chortle. "Why can't you just be thankful that the three of us are safe and sound and on board for a better life?" She shot back irritated both of her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
'And to think they had been getting along so well,' Iroh thought before sighing.
"Hey Red," A slick voice said. Both teenagers turned their attention to face the person who was addressing the red-head in the room. Before them stood a young man with a cocky smirk. He was tall, lean, with tanned skin and looked to be slightly older than both of them. He wore a mis matched armor of navy blue, red and leather. His hair was thick, shaggy and messy. However his most striking feature was the remarkable sly grin stretched across his features. Between his teeth lazily hung a single wheat stem.
"What's your name Red?" He asked standing before them and placing a hand on his waist. He was also handsome in an unconventional kind of way.
"Your boyfriend upsetting you? You're way too pretty for this clown."
He was stepping way too close to Tsai for Zuko's comfort.
"What?" She made a sound that sounded like the blend of a gush and a gasp at the male's attention.
Ba Sing Se. A new beginning. He was just what the doctor had ordered.
"He's not my boyfriend!" She said faster than Zuko had ever heard her say anything in his life. Tripping on her words as she approached the stranger looking at him with stars in her eyes.
Zuko glared.
Normally he would've been the first to gladly inform this person of the fact that they were in-fact nottogether, but this time- it was different. There was something slimy about this guy he didn't like. Besides, they had to keep a low profile. It was essential for their survival.
Not that anyone noticed but Uncle Iroh watched with particular interest in the background.
"My name's Jet, and these are my Freedom Fighters,"
The young man introduced himself and gestured towards a shorthaired girl and a young man with a bow strapped to his back, "Smellerbee and Longshot."
"Hey." Smellerbee greeted while Longshot nodded his head silently.
"So are you going to tell me your name or not pretty thing?" Jet leaned in close enough to touch the girl's chin and much to Zuko's horror she emitted a monstrous noise which sounded similar to a giggle. He grimaced at the nightmare he was witnessing unfold before his own eyes.
Was she not listening properly? He had just called her a 'thing'.
He had sworn her off. He had made a deal with himself in which he would lock her in a box and put her away. He DID NOTcare whom she canoodled with. He could care less. But this clown? There was something slimy about him. He did not trust him. Heck! It could be dangerous for their survival. He hadto do something about this.
Tsai felt her teenager hormones going into over ride. It had been a while since the last time any male had shown her this kind of attention. Much less a handsome, tan, stranger on a ferry. It was almost like a play!
His confidence- wow, it was so attractive to her.
"I'm T-" She paused before blurting out her name. Remembering that she had to hide her identity. However, it had been so long since anybody had asked her the simple question of what her name was that she had forgotten to keep her identity hidden.
"Homura," she responded with a small smile, there was an edge of flirtation to her voice.
She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder and realized that Zuko had put his arm around her shoulders and was holding her close. She glared at him, her teeth almost grinding in a matter that would've seemed comical.
"Hey," Zuko greeted in the most unfriendly tone he could muster.
"Here's the deal." Jet stated as he walked closer to the trio, his gaze on Zuko, "I hear the captain's eating like a king while the refugees have to feed of his scraps. Doesn't seem fair, does it?"
"What sort of king is he eating like?" Iroh asked curiously and Jet glanced at him.
"The fat, happy kind." Jet replied drily.
Iroh's jaw went slack and he began to drool as he thought about what Jet was saying. Tsai was much too preoccupied drooling over Jet. "And after I can take you out for dinner," he winked in the colonial girl's direction making her blush. Jet smirked lightly at her reaction. Zuko didn't realize that he had pulled her closer almost smothering her.
"So waddaya say? You want to help us 'liberate' some food?" Jet addressed them.
"I'm in." Zuko said through narrowed eyes.
"Me too!" Tsai clapped her hands together stepping forward stepping out from the prince's boa constrictor grip.
"No sweetheart," Jet stepped forward and placed his hands on her upper arms. "You sit back and relax princess. I'll admit, I made up this entire ploy just to talk to you, but I've realized that something actually has to be done. These people can't live like this."
Her heart melted. Wow. Here was this confident young man. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't afraid to get it. And not only that he care for others and wasn't afraid to bring his own justice! He really was a dream boar.
'Why is he holding her like that?!'Zuko seethed glaring daggers at them.
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Tsai sat between Prince Zuko and her latest flame, Jet. Even his name was cool.She was starring at him dreamily and very obviously as they ate. The other was holding on to his tea cup so hard Iroh was afraid it might actually shatter in his palm. Smellerbee and Longshot sat next to Jet and Iroh sat next to his nephew.
"So, Smellerbee, that's an usually name for a young man." Iroh commented idly as he looked at Smellerbee curiously.
"Maybe it's because I'm not a man...I'm a girl!" Smellerbee snapped and she got to her feet, walking away from the group.
"Oh, now I see." Iroh called out to her, trying to fix his mistake as Longshot got to his feet and hurried after the girl, "It's a beautiful name for a lovely girl!"
Tsai remained oblivious to this still ogling Jet much to Zuko's disgust.
Longshot followed Smellerbee quickly and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around to face him. He gave her a look and she sighed.
"I know, you're right. As long as I'm confident with who I am, it doesn't matter what other people think. Thanks, Longshot." Smellerbee stated gratefully and Longshot nodded at her.
The group sat together sipping tea and eating bowls of rice, nuts and fruits. It was refreshing. The food sat well with them and really lightened up their spirits.
'Jet is so great,'the girl thought dreamily.
"From what I hear, people eat like this every night in Ba Sing Se." Jet said "I can't wait to set my eyes on that giant wall."
"It is a magnificent site." Iroh commented idly as he sat his bowl down.
"So you've been there before?" Jet asked with eager curiosity.
"Once." Iroh replied carefully as he looked off to the side, "When I was a...different man."
Tsai snapped out of her day dream and smiled at Iroh softly when he turned to look at her.
"I've done some things in my past that I'm not proud of, but that's why I'm going to Ba Sing Se, for a new beginning." Jet explained, his tone sounding slightly pained, "A second chance."
"A clean slate!" She chirped.
Wow they were even in the same page!
He was so mysterious. Her attention was once again captivated by him. He was so right. Ba Sing Se would be a new beginning for all.
"That's very noble of you." Iroh remarked with a small nod then he glanced over at his nephew, "I believe that people can change their lives if they want to. I believe in second chances."
Zuko glanced over at his uncle and the two stared at each other for a moment.
"This is were we grow. How are we to grow and become better versions of ourselves if we live in fear of trying again? Of second chances," she added with a dreamy smile. That little part of her head that reminded her most of her grandfather said to her. Jet looked at her and nodded agreeing. She didn't notice how Zuko's was viciously glaring at the new couple.
She was too busy too notice this as she was presently day dreaming about walking the shops of Ba Sing Se while holding hands with Jet. For some reasons there were also flowers everywhere in her vision.
"Yeah." Jet agreed with a small nod of his head in her direction, "They should."
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Zuko sat next to his uncle absolutely seething the next morning. His mood had only worsened overnight. His face was green with envy as he kept on replaying the events of the previous night in his head.
He couldn't believe that Tsai had actually stayed up talking to the buffoon all night long. What did they even talk about? She'd probably bore him to death with philosophical quotes of ominous origins or some irritating rambling between the differences between Matcha and Sencha tea...
Sencha is made by steeping whole tea leaves, matcha is made by grinding up the leaves and mixing them with water. He mentally cursed. He hated that he knew that fact.
"Your jealousy is showing Prince Zuko," Iroh said with a light chuckle as he grinned in his nephew's direction.
"What jealousy?" The other snapped back bitterly crossing his arms over his chest his words dripping heavily with such said jealousy. "Why should I care who Tsai spends her time with?" He huffed. "And that Jet-" he thought of him. "I don't trust him. What's so great about him anyways?"
Iroh shrugged with the same teasing grin on his face.
"What do I now? You should ask her, I think she went to gaze at the horizon with him."
Iroh had never seen his nephew move so fast. As he stomped away to find the auburn haired girl. He stopped when he saw them both. Standing at the front helm of the ship, both standing next to each other leaning over the railing to look at the horizon. He had an arm wrapped around her as they stood together. There was a heavy fog as they approached Earth Kingdom land.
He saw them turn to face each other.
"Homura," he barked louder than he had intended. The unfamiliar name tasting odd in his mouth. She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow an annoyed expression obvious on her features.
"What is it?" She half-snapped. "Lee," she hissed out his name after a moment.
"Uncle wants to see you," he added dully not taking his eyes of Jet's filthy hand which was wrapped around her waist.
"Ha! I'm kind of busy," she said beginning to turn away. "It's his arm, it hurts." Zuko lied through his teeth.
It took her a moment of hesitation before running off to check on Iroh. Zuko glared at Jet before turning away.
"You know, as soon as I saw your scar, I knew exactly who you were." Jet commented suddenly as he approached Zuko. He appeared to be bothered by his bold interruption.
Zuko tensed and glanced at the other boy as Jet came to a stop beside him.
"You're an outcast, like me." Jet continued as he too stared out at the fog, "And us outcasts have to stick together. We have to watch each other's back. Because no one else will."
"I've realized lately that being on your own isn't always the best path." Zuko stated calmly, his thoughts turning towards his uncle and the Tsai, no matter how irritating her presence was.
"He's fine!" Tsai had returned speed walking back to the end of the deck.
Wow. That had been fast!
"Come on Jet, let's go see if we can find any pink-finned dolphins," she said reaching for his arm and dragging him away.
She shot Zuko a glare before going away. The other clenched his fists as his bottled up emotions bubbled inside of him like a dormant volcano.
Xxx
The large woman with a mole on her forehead looked at the three passports in her hand critically then she looked at the three individuals standing in front of her.
"So Miss Homura, Mr. Lee and Mr. ummm...Mushy, is it?" She asked and she looked at Iroh curiously.
"It's pronounce Mushi." Iroh corrected her with a small smile.
The woman leaned forward slightly and gave him an annoyed look, "You telling me how to do my job?"
Tsai cringed. No offense to the lady but she reminded the young girl of an angry bull frog.
"Uh, no, no." Iroh said hurried and he quickly approached the ticket booth, giving the woman a flirtatious look, "But may I just say you're like a flower in bloom. Your beauty is intoxicating."
'There was no way in hell that she was buying that,' Tsai thought shaking her head slightly. Eyes wide. Zuko's eyebrow twitch slightly and a scowl was starting to form on his face.
"You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, handsome. Raorr!" The woman replied back just as flirtatiously and she gave a small flirty kitty growl, "Welcome to Ba Sing Se."
She stamped three tickets and Iroh smiled coyly at her as he took them from the booth. He walked back over to his nephew and young friend with a smug smile on his face.
"Still got it old man," Tsai grinned taking her ticket from him.
"I'm going to forget I saw that." Zuko snapped in disgust and he snatched his ticked from his uncle, stopping away from him.
Iroh grinned cheerfully to himself as the three of them headed towards the monorail that would take them into their new lives at Ba Sing Se.
xxx
Jet leaned to the side slightly and watched as the three he knew as Lee, Mushi, and Homura walked through the archway that led towards the monorail while he waited in line with Smellerbee and Longshot.
"I think Lee would make a good Freedom Fighter. He's just trying to find his way in the world, like us." Jet commented with a smirk as straightened and held his piece of wheat in one hand, "And with some training I know that Homura would be great. Wouldn't it be nice to have another girl on the team?"
"You don't know anything about them, Jet." Smellerbee refuted his idea flatly as she looked away from Lee and Homura her arms crossed over her chest. "Why would you want him and his girlfriend on the team? Also, she seems pretty useless." Smellerbee rolled her eyes, really not thrilled at the idea of another girl joining the team.
"She's not his girlfriend," Jet responded irritated. "And I do know he didn't get that scar from a waterbender." He retorted and he rolled his eyes. "And- it'd be nice. She could learn," Jet stated completely oblivious to the fact that the girl could kick ass.
Longshot raised both of his eyebrows musing at Jet's newest infatuation. Smellerbee ignored Jet's comment, "Besides, I thought we were going straight now."
"We are," Jet said reassuringly as he looked at his friend, "And the new Freedom Fighters could use a couple like that. What do you think, Longshot?"
The archer looked at him silently with a meaningfully expression on his face and he blinked slowly.
Jet nodded, "I can respect that."
xxx
Tsai sat between Iroh and Zuko on a bench at the monorail station, waiting for their train into the city. She kept on looking over her shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of Jet in the station so that she would say her goodbyes to him. The three were leaning against a pillar sitting on a bench. Zuko had his arms crossed over his chest.
"What are you looking at?" He exhaled from his nose as he turned to look at Tsai.
"I'm looking for Jet. I want to say goodbye to him," she admitted before sighing with heartfelt sadness. He rolled his eyes. "What do you even like about that jerk?" the other scoffed.
He had to look away from her so he focused his attention towards the rails as they waited for the train.
"He's so mysterious," she said in awe. Just like the Blue Spirit...
"And charming, he knows how to treat a girl and most importantly he cares about others," she spoke in a dreamy tone.
Zuko took all of that in. What did she mean by that? Regardless the only thing he could manage with a pouty look of defeat on his face was.
"....I can be mysterious," he said after a moment of silence.
She blinked twice taking in what he had just said. A smile cracked on her face, she looked at the awkward look on his face and let out a small laugh. Something clicked in her head.
when she felt a presence next to her and an arm slid over her shoulders. She turned to see Jet and smiled at him forgetting what she was about to say.
"So, you two got plans once you're inside the city?" Jet asked casually making himself comfortable.
"Get your hot tea here!" A man yelled out pleasantly as he pushed a small tea-cart passed the four, "Finest tea in Ba Sing Se."
"Ooh!" Iroh gasped excitedly and he waved his hand to get the tea-seller's attention, "Jasmine please."
Never too busy for tea Tsai stood up leaving the two teens behind and got herself a cup with Iroh. Both of them exchanged a goofy grin before taking their leaf cup jasmine tea. They both took an excited sip at the same time.
"Blaugh! Ugh, coldest tea in Ba Sing Se is more like it" He spat and he shook his head in disappointment, "What a disgrace."
"I think Zuko's tea from the other day might've actually been better," she added feeling slightly insulted by a cup of tea.
"Hey," Jet said suddenly, pulling Zuko's attention away from his family, "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Jet stood and motioned for Zuko to follow him. Zuko glanced at his uncle and Tsai briefly then he sighed and reluctantly got to his feet. The two teenage boys walked several feet away from Iroh's and Tsai's spots, Zuko moving so his back was to them while Jet stood in front of him. He could feel his uncle's and Tsai's curious gaze on his back, but he ignored it for the moment.
"We'lI have a much better chance of making it in the city if we stick together." Jet stated bluntly and he smirked at Zuko as he put his hands on his hips, "You wanna join the Freedom Fighters? Think that Homura would want to as well?"
"Thanks, but I don't think you want me in your gang." Zuko replied vaguely and he shifted so he could see his uncle and his friend out of the corner of his eyes.
"C'mon, we made a great team looting that captain's food." Jet said in an attempted to persuade the other teen, "Think of all the good we could do for these refugees."
Zuko started walking back to the other two and he called over his shoulder, "I said no."
Jet frowned slightly as he watched the other teen walk away, "Have it your way."
Sensing the tension Tsai rushed over to him. Zuko couldn't figured out what they were saying to each other. But Jet took her hands in his and leaned forward. Hesitating she leaned back and shook her head. He couldn't read lips but whatever hers were saying did not sound good. Shaking her head with a frown she made her way back to the Fire Nation royals.
Jet's gaze flickered over to the the auburn haired girl as she walked away from him then he looked at Iroh. His brows furrowed slightly when he caught sight of the old man beside her sipping at the leaf cup, steam rising from it. Jet's eyes went wide with shock and realization when he remembered that the old man had said the tea was cold.
Zuko scowled as he stomped over to his uncle and friend. He glanced over his shoulder slightly, catching sight of Jet. He saw the other teen's eyes narrow then he turned and walked away. Angrily, Zuko knocked the teacup out of his uncle's hand, startling Tsai enough that she looked at him with her eyes wide. How dare he.
"What are you doing fire bending your tea?" The banished prince hissed through gritted teeth as he glared at his uncle, "For a wise old man, that was a pretty stupid move."
"Iroh!" Tsai gasped quietly and she gave him a scolding look, but the old man was staring sadly at the cup of tea on the ground.
"I know you're not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but..." He sniffed slightly, "It's just so sad!"
"It wasn't even that good!" Tsai cried out in disbelief. She face palmed and shook her head slightly. Zuko scowled even harder at his uncle.
xxx
"Last call for Ba Sing Se!" The train conductor shouted from the front of the monorail that would be heading into the city.
Jet stormed towards the train with Smellerbee and Longshot.
"Jet, relax." Smellerbee pleaded with her friend as they walked, "So the old guy had some hot tea and your new girlfriend turned you down. Big deal."
"He heated it himself!" Jet snapped back at her and his tone turned dark, "Those guys are firebenders!"
Jet's eyes narrowed when he spotted Lee, Mushi, and Homura, if those were even their real names, board the train cart behind the one he was getting on.
Zuko, Tsai, and Iroh sat down next to a small family, Tsai sitting between the two men. Iroh smiled when he noticed the sleeping infant in the arms of the woman on his other side.
"What a handsome baby." He complimented as he gently stroked the baby's cheek.
Tsai leaned around him and smiled when she saw the baby.
"Thank you." The woman said as smiled at Iroh and Tsai softly then she looked down at her baby with adoring eyes.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Zuko asked bitterly. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face as he slouched in one of his typical morose moods. A pose that had become much too typical for him. "Aren't you going with him?"
She looked at him and the slyest of smirks made way to her face. "Nah," she said casually looking at him with an odd glint in her eyes.
"What happened?" The other inquired nosily straightening out a little. She let out an exaggerated sigh. "He's too-," she shrugged seeking for the perfect word.
He raised an eyebrow expectantly.
Wasn't she all over him a minute ago? Man, girls were weird. He thought confused. Also- he didn't care. He reminded himself he had put her inside of that box he would never open again. It's not as if she would reciprocate either way.
She liked guys like Jet, not like him...
Xxx
"Homura, come with us. I know you don't know how to fight but- you can learn. And it'll be great. It will be a new life for us!" Jet had said as he took her hands in his and leaned forward.
She starred into his dark eyes. Suddenly feeling an overbearing emotion consume her decision making process. She could feel it tugging at her heart.
"I can't," she said after a moment of silence. "I care for him," she said weakly.
"The old man will be fine. Lee is staying with him. You can-"
She remained silent. A blank look in her eyes as she turned away from Jet and pulled her hands close to her body. It took a moment for the realization to hit him.
"Oh," was all Jet said. "For Him." A dark scowl slowly formed across his sharp features.
"I thought he wasn't your boyfriend." He stated.
"He's not."
Xxx
"He..." she paused for a moment. "He doesn't make me laugh," she smiled at the prince.
He raised an eyebrow with a most confused look on his face.
Ba Sing Se was the city of hope. It would be a new beginning. It was the immigrant dream. Anything could happen now that they turned this new chapter of their lives together.
There would be:
No more Avatar.
No more sulking about family.
No more pessimistic thoughts.
She was determined to make Ba Sing Se a clean slate. To seize this new opportunity and make something out of it. Specially during these times of hardship and war... A war which had been started by her own people, by her own family. She ignored the pang of guilt that stabbed her consciousness at this fact.
She was leaving so much behind. Yet there was one part that she couldn't manage to shed. One that stuck to her like glue. Her eyes darted to the side and she saw the prince had a lost look in his confused eyes. Still he looked more aggravated than usual.
Without saying another word she hugged his arm and propped her chin on his shoulder with a playful smile tugging at her lips. She focused her eyes on his expression as it morphed from an irritated one to one of surprise his body growing stiff. Her hand reached for his and she held it. He turned away from her and would've never allowed her to see but a genuine smiled stretched across his usually stoic face.
He held her hand back.
Afterall, Ba Sing Se was a new beginning.
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Okay, so as a forewarning @crispyoperawolfdean , it’s not exactly like you requested. In order to stay true to their character, I had to make some sacrifices to the request and fill it in with what would be more likely to happen. I hope you’ll still like it!
It was Max's fifth birthday and Magnus was busy holding the chair for Alec as he put up the streamers along the wall. It was totally feasible for Magnus to do it with a simple wave of his hand and a little magic to set the streamers in place, but this way came with a nice view.
"Magnus!"
The warlocks mind snapped to as he hummed in question, his eyes focusing on Alec's face instead, the one looking down at him in both amusement and disbelief. They trailed down as the Shadowhunter wiggled his hand a bit, the empty tape roll rattling in the container.
"We need more tape. Were you staring at my ass?"
"No, not at all, Alexander. Why would I? It's not like it looks like it was sculpted by the skillful hands of Michaelangelo, a grace of the Gods to me, a lowly plebian. You haven't been doing weighted squats at the gym, no, absolutely not. You know, the pants you wear don't only accentuate your front, but the ba-"
"Tape, Magnus." Alec interjected, rolling his eyes as he offered the empty container again.
A grin broke the neutral line of his mouth, 'bitch face' as Izzy called it, as Magnus grumbled over his poetic 'Ode to Alec's ass', stopped in its tracks. It was his turn next though, as Magnus walked away. Alec's eyes swept over the tall, lithe figure of his husband as a wistful sigh passed parted lips, shifting right as a movement caught his attention, Max giggling in delight as Rafe chased him through the hallway. Alec had made it Rafe's job to distract the small blue one, to keep him out of the living room until the party started, and he knew it was a job the boy would take seriously and do well.
"Tape, good sir." Magnus announced, giving a bow as his hand offered up the now full container with a flourish. His smile was bright when he straightened, Alec's laugh amused at his playful antics.
A knock at the front caught their attention and Magnus gave a soft pat to Alec's rear with a playful wink to accompany it as he stepped away to answer the door. The bright smile remained on Magnus's face as he opened the door, only faltering the slightest bit when he saw a nervous woman on the other side. Her dark hair was frizzed and curled at the end, her eyes equally as dark and shifting from the door to the hallway where she'd come off the elevator and soon to Magnus. Seeing her go pale when she looked at him had Magnus's smile become forced. The hand hidden behind the door curled immediately as he did the quietest snap he could, a wall and ward forming and blocking off the hallway to the kids' rooms where they were currently playing.
"Can I help you, miss?" Magnus asked as pleasantly as he could, though the tiny hairs on his body were standing on end, getting the worst energy off of the nervous woman in front of him.
"I... I'm...Um... Are you Magnus Bane?" She finally managed, her fingers curling and tugging at the hem of her rumpled shirt, which looked like it had seen better days. She didn't look dirty or unkempt per se, like the poor homeless that Magnus tried to help every now and then, but like she'd been traveling a long while.
Magnus inhaled quietly, his fingers curling around the edge of the door as he kept his ground in the doorway. She smelled of jasmine and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. "...Yes, and you are?"
"N-Natalie. I... I was told to come here because you, um... You have my baby."
Magnus couldn't help the blatant look of shock that came across his face before his brows furrowed and he looked back into the apartment, searching for Alec, who must have heard the words because he was headed over to the doorway as well.
"I'm sorry, but we don't have any babies here. You must be mistaken," Alec said as he came to stop beside Magnus.
Magnus inhaled again and he swore he knew that smell, something on her was so familiar and he knew it so well, but his brain wouldn't process what it was. His magic tugged from within, trying to pull what it was and suddenly he felt like a vampire, trying to sniff out what made someone smell the way they did. It would have been humorous to him were his heart not pounding in his chest.
"He isn't a baby, he'd be... Four, almost five. I left him on the church stairs because I didn't know what else to do, and I was told that was a safe place. I've been looking for it for the past month, but I haven't been able to find it again..." She started, looking between the two men as she seemed to curl in on herself, almost as if she was hesitant to finish. "He's... Blue."
Alec felt his heart drop into his stomach as his head whipped to the side to look at Magnus, who looked equally as paled as the woman was. He watched Magnus's Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard, watched his fingers tighten around the door frame.
"How... Did you find this place, may I ask? And hear about me?" Magnus soon asked, his voice quiet and almost steely.
"I...know people. Like you. They told me that his father was a..."
"Demon." Alec finished when her voice tapered off, his arms coming to cross over his chest. "What do you want with him?"
Magnus noticed that Alex purposefully neglected to say Max's name, relief flooding him that they were on the same page- neither wanted to give her that power over knowing their son more than she should have.
"I...I want him back. I know what I did was wrong, but you have to understand that I wasn't expecting a blue baby and I didn't know what to do because I was just 19 and--"
"No." Magnus said firmly, his voice cold.
"I'm... I'm sorry?"
"I said no. You can't have him. Legally he's our son, we have the papers signed and declaring so. You don't get the right to just come back after four or five years and say you want him back."
Alec was shocked at the deeper, colder tone Magnus's voice had taken on, shocked at how his mindset had changed in just a few years when he'd been so uncertain on finding Max, in being a father.
"But I'm his mother." Natalie said as her eyes narrowed, her tone losing that nervousness and gaining a tinge of anger.
"You were his mother. You lost that right when you abandoned him with a note saying, 'Who could ever love it?'. It. You called that beautiful baby an 'It'. What, because he was blue?"
"Because I PANICK--"
"I don't care. You didn't come to ask for help, you came to abandon him like trash. Most people look for help with they panic and you didn't even bother trying. You left him, called him an 'It', and you aren't his mother anymore."
"I--" Natalie started, looking to the silent Alec as if he would help her case, make Magnus reconsider or think about it. Unfortunately for her, Alec was stone faced and looked as thrilled as Magnus was, which, frankly, was not at all.
"It's not possible. We've adopted him, legally, and that's not going to change." Alec words were quiet but firm, though Magnus knew there was a fire raging as equally within him.
"I can go to the police and-"
"And what? You do realize that once a child has been adopted, the biological parent has the hardest time getting them back, right? And you'll plead your case by telling the judge your story about how you left your naturally blue baby on the stairs of an invisible Church to be taken care of people that crowd control demons and people that have magic that come out of their fingertips." Another woman's voice floated from the shadows down the hall.
Magnus shifted enough to look out, seeing Lily emerge from the corner beside the elevator, a small birthday bag in her hand. She would never admit that she liked the kids, but Magnus and Alec both knew that after the Rafe ordeal, all her visits 'just because' was to check up on Rafe and in turn, she loved Max as much.
"You'll sound absolutely insane and the judge will probably just lock you away in a looney-bin." Lily finished as she approached the doorway, offering a smile to Alec and Magnus.
The words had been harsh, but both parents knew it was true and judging by the look on Natalie's face, she knew it as well. With a quick inhale and a forced huff, she turned on her heels and rushed down the hallway to the elevator, leaving the trio to watch her go until they disappeared back into the apartment, the door closing with a firm click of the lock.
--
".....duérmase pedazo, de mi corazón." Magnus finished the quiet lullaby as his fingers stroked through Rafe's hair, the boys body beside his own as they rested in his bed. Where normally Rafe's eyes would be heavy and the boy soon fast asleep, Magnus noticed that tonight he was still awake and with a worried look on his face.
"Rafe, what's wrong?" Magnus asked as his hand stopped in the boys hair, instead moving to stroke his cheek with his thumb, giving a gentle and soft squeeze to the soft pink mound that was still plump with baby fat, though diminishing.
Rafe was silent as he looked at Magnus before he turned his face away, little white teeth catching his bottom lip in a nervous habit Magnus knew Rafe picked up from him. Magnus frowned at the silence and while he never pushed the kids to tell them things, rather teaching them that they could come to their parents when ready to talk, he'd never seen Rafe look as nervous as this.
"Baby..." Magnus's tone carried the worry despite his attempts to mask it.
Rafe's words were soft and in Spanish, something Magnus knew he only did when he was upset or scared. "If ... If someone was trying to take Max away from the family, you wouldn't let him, right? He's my brother. He's our family. No one can take him away, right?"
Red flags went off in Magnus's mind at those questions and he swallowed as he forced his body to not tense. Why was this suddenly a question? He'd blocked off the hallway a week back on Max's party, there would have been no way the kids would have heard the conversation.
"Of course not, mi corazón. No one will ever take Max. Not from you, not from me, not from your dad. You know we'd fight for him and protect him, the same way we would fight for and protect you, no matter what." It was hard to muster up the words when his thoughts were going a thousand miles a minute and every single inch of him wanted to be up and in Max's room, as if Rafe's words meant there was someone in there about to snatch up his little blueberry.
Rafe still had a hint of worry on his face, but Magnus could see the relief in the dark eyes that watched him, trusted him.
"Get some sleep and if you need to, we'll talk more about it tomorrow morning over pancakes, alright?" Painted nails were brushing through Rafe's hair once more, a soft and lingering kiss pressed to the boys forehead as Magnus tried to collect himself, using the contact to ground himself.
"Magnus, what's wrong?" Alec asked from the couch as Magnus walked briskly to Max's door after shutting Rafe's. When Magnus didn't answer, too set in his way, Alec placed the book on the couch and stood to follow him into Max's room. "Babe?"
"Max, baby, wake up, bapa needs to talk to you." Magnus whispered as his fingers curled around Max, gently squeezing the boys arms and sending a small pulse of magic into the blue skin as if trying to assure himself that Max was there and alright. The gentle spark of energy pulsed back to his fingertips, a comfort system they'd established between them to remind each other that everything was okay.
"Nnngh?" The boy groaned as his fists rose to rub at his eyes, his body limp and lazy as he was hefted up into Magnus's arms and cradled to him.
Alec sat in the now empty space, watching the two as a feeling of dread spread through him, Magnus's vibes and energy off-putting and unlike the ones he'd had when they split to put the boys to sleep.
"Max, are you afraid someone is going to take you away from our family?" Magnus asked, looking down into the blue eyes that were on Alec first, then up to Magnus, clearly startled at the question.
"What?" Alec tensed, his gaze shifting from Max to Magnus as the smile he'd had for the boy dropped from his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Rafe asked me if we would ever let someone take Max away from us, and I..." Magnus paused as his magic tugged and a familiar scent hit his nose.
"Magnus--" Alec started, but stopped when Magnus nuzzled into the boys neck like a dog looking for a buried treat.
Despite his alarm, Max couldn't stop the giggle from being tickled by both the nuzzling and Magnus's hair.
"Max, I need you to be honest with me, baby. Have you been talking to a stranger?"
"How is he going to talk to a stranger if he's always with us?" Alec asked, though his gaze soon followed Magnus's to the mirror in the room.
Max was quickly handed over as Magnus moved off the bed and to the mirror, noticing the smell only got stronger as he did. The same smell that had been on Natalie, and the same smell he could suddenly find on Max. Magic leaked from his fingertips as they swiped along the edge, his teeth gritting together as he felt a wave of dark magic pulsing off of the center. "Max, I need to know right now. Has there been someone here?"
Magnus's finger pointed to the middle of the glass, which shattered, confined in a blue cocoon as his magic spread across the surface once Max nodded in confirmation, tears trailing down his face. Magnus muttered something under his breath and soon the frame of the mirror creaked and groaned, curling in and folding on itself until it finally made a pop noise and disappeared into thin air. The magic dispersed through the room, scattering across the walls and along the floor and ceiling as a ward weaved itself in the air, bringing a new level of protection to their apartment.
Alec soothed Max, rocking him and holding him close as the little boy cried, burying his face into Alec's shirt as his fists clenched his father's shirt.
"Bapa's not mad at you, we're just worried," Alec assured, his hand cradling Max's head as he pressed a kiss to the top of the boys head. Magnus took in a deep breath, feeling every bit on edge as he finally moved to sit on the bed with them. "Can you tell us who you were talking to?"
"A-a... blue... man..." Max said between sniffles, rubbing his nose against the soaked area of Alec's shirt, of whom didn't seem to mind at this point. "H-he camed on my buh-buh-birthday an' h-he said that he-heeee's m-my real d-daddy."
Magnus could feel his heart breaking with each struggled word as the boy sobbed them out and he could see Alec's eyes prickling with tears as he tried swallowing and forcing them back.
"What did you tell this man?" Magnus asked slowly, his fingers reaching out to wrap around Max's own little ones, which gripped the longer digits tightly.
"I-I told-ed him that he was l-lying." Max said softly, a hiccup interrupting his words. "I said t-that my daddies w-were you. And he s-said that I had to come with him or he'll... H-he'll hurt daddies and Rafe."
"Max, what is Elyaas?" Magnus was quiet, his fingers clutching the edge of the bed, only continuing once Max responded with 'a demon'. "And do we listen to them when they tell us lies and try to tempt us?"
"N-n-no."
"We both have demon blood in us, Max, you and Bapa. But the demon in the mirror is bad, very very bad. He... He might be your real daddy--"
"Magnus-" Alec sounded alarmed as he looked up at Magnus, thinking they both should discuss explaining Max's parentage to him first, rather than at a time when Max was so upset. Magnus only shot him a look saying 'Trust me' in return and while Alec did trust him, his body language remained on edge.
"He might be your real daddy, since your daddy is a demon. We will never know because we won't let him come scare you anymore. But he's dangerous, Max, all of our daddies are. Your real daddy, my daddy. Especially if we're powerful, like you and I. All they want is our power to make them stronger. That's why I have you talk to Elyaas. This man is the reason why I need to help you grow strong and smart. You're already so, so very smart, but I need to help you learn to be smart against them. Do you understand?"
Max had finally stopped crying, his breathing simply just small hicks of breath as he listened to Magnus, watching him from where he had tried burying himself into Alec's chest. "Uh huh," he said with a small nod and a pout of his lips.
Magnus offered out his arms and Alec helped Max scramble over, the boy burying his face in Magnus's neck as his arms wound tight around him. Magnus looked to Alec, they both knew they would have to ward the room better than it already was and now both knew they would be more wary around mirrors.
"Max, don't forget, we'll never be mad at you for talking to us," Alec said quietly, rubbing Max's back as his free hand met Magnus's seeking one, their fingers lacing. "We'll always protect you, and if a stranger or anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes you scared, that's what we're here to protect you from. Ideally we don't want you talking to them in the first place, but..."
A shift at the door had Alec ready to spring up and protect the two, but seeing Rafe peeking in brought him down. His hand reached out in offering to the curly-haired boy, who soon entered the room to take the hand and clamber up onto Alec's lap.
"And Rafe, if you ever are scared for you, or for your brother, please don't be afraid to tell us. We're your daddies and it's our job to make sure you always feel safe." Alec's arms wound around Rafe, holding him close and, for once, the boy didn't seem to protest.
"So...Max isn't going anywhere?" Rafe said hopefully, looking at his little brother, who soon turned his head to look over at Rafe.
"No, Max is staying with us, always, no matter what anyone says, no matter who comes around trying to tear us apart. We're family. Lightwood-Bane's, all of us. Right, Magnus?"
Magnus nodded in agreement, his rings flashing in the light from the small tableside light beside them. "Always, and nothing will change that. Are you... are you happy we're your daddies?" He wasn't sure why he was so hesitant to ask, he would have hoped so after five and three years respectively that they were happy in the home and not hiding anything.
Rafe was immediate to nod, looking quite eager as he said 'Yes'. Max was silent, but his little slim fingers reached up and out, one hand touching Magnus's jaw and the other touching Alec's hand. Both could feel the soft warm pulse that came from his palms and the bright smile to follow eased every worry that Magnus may have had on the issue.
"Happy. I won't talk to strangers. Our daddies, no demons." He said, watching the smile spread across Alec's face, seeing the pride there at his words.
"What do you say we all have a sleepover?" Magnus offered, seeing Max and Rafe perk up. That night they would all share Alec and Magnus's bed, safe and protected, just as promised.
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Mabel was stolen away from her fluffy-animal-infested dream when she heard what could only be described as... a Dipper Scream.
Mabel quickly shot up, standing on her bed and getting into a crane stance. "WHO GOES THERE!? SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER LOSE YOUR TEETH!!!"
Frisk was quick to follow, mumbling incoherently as they slowly sat up from their sleeping position in the sleeping bag. They covered their left ear as Mabel bellowed. "Mmmmgh not so loud, Mabel... Whatsssss going on?"
Then they saw it.
There, sitting in a ball position at the left leg of Dipper's headboard, was a familiar plum-furred bear.
The whole thing with it actually breathing? And making bear noises? And eating Dipper's left sock? Those were definitely unfamiliar territory.
"Oh dear," was all that Frisk could manage.
For what felt like too long of an amount of time, nobody else spoke. All they could do was focus on the bear that was devouring the poor sock like it was nothing but an ice cream sandwich. Finally Dipper spoke up. Or tried to, at least. "B- ba- b-b-bear.. ee…eeeeee… eatinggggg… mmmmmmy sock. It just… it was up in my face and-"
Mabel finally found her voice, and the first thing she did with it was shout "Mr. SnuggleLots?!?! How are you alive?? And... what are you doing with my brother's sock?! That's not healthy for you at all! Any sock that's on Dipper's feet must be washed, sterilized, and quarantined for a week! And you have it in your mouth?!"
Frisk blanched. "Dipper, is that actually true???"
"Wha- no!!!" said the dumbfounded Dipper. "At least... good god, I hope not...!"
"Mr. SnuggleLots, drop that sock this instant!" said Mabel, dropping down from the bed and beginning to march towards the Teddy.
In response, the plum bear gave a disgruntled huff and turned itself... or, himself away from Mabel. Dipper and Frisk watched in shock and awe (but mostly shock) as the bear finished scarfing down the no doubt toxic sock and swallowing it. He then gave a sigh of satisfaction.
"Nooooooooooooo..." moaned Dipper, sounding like he just watched a brand new car that he purchased go careening off a cliff. "I lose enough socks in the laundry as is..."
"That was one hungry Mr. SnuggleLots," commented Frisk, having yet to get out of their sitting position in their sleeping bag. That quickly changed though when the bear made his way to the sleeping bag and started to gnaw on it. "Hey!" said Frisk, mildly perturbed.
"Alright Mr. SnuggleLots, t-that was your last warning!" said Mabel, who was honestly adapting to this situation remarkably fast. Not that it made things any less weird. Mabel walked right up behind the bear and lifted him up from the ground. "What am I going to do with you?! ...Seriously guys, what am I going to do with him??? Mabel's Rehabiliteddy Program™ was never prepared to handle Teddy bears that went sentient!"
Before anybody could answer her though, the Teddy bear very rudely latched his mouth onto Mabel's pajama sleeve and began to chew.
"AAACK!!!!" Hollered Mabel, making the other kids wince. The fact that nobody had barged into their room yet to demand some peace and quiet was honestly more miraculous than the sentient Teddy bear. And if that bear didn't let go soon, Mabel was just going to keep on shouting.
The bear refused to let go, and Mabel began running around the room on top of shouting, forcing Frisk to get out of their sleeping bag so they didn't get trampled.
"Not the pajama sweater!" Mabel cried out. "Anything but the pajama sweater! Mr. SnuggleLots let go! LET GO LET GO LET GO!
"Hold still, Mabel! I'll get him!" announced Dipper, looking poised and ready to leap out of his bed and natch the pesky plushie.
What happened next happened in slow motion.
Having realized that she was getting nowhere by shouting or running around, Mabel took her franticness up one more notch. She started spinning around like a ferocious helicopter-propeller. Around and around she went, getting dizzier with each passing second. But she never relented. Nobody was eating her sweater tonight!
Then, finally, she felt the extra weight on her sleeve disappear. She gave a sigh of dizzy relief.
CRAAASSSSSSHHHHHH!!!
Dipper and Frisk looked on in speechless horror as Mr. SnuggleLots had been flung off of Mabel's sleeve and straight through the bedroom window. The kids only barely registered the audible thud of the bear hitting the ground. Then huffing. Then scampering away.
...
"Whoops," squeaked Mabel
"Hoo boy," added Frisk.
"Mabel, what on earth was that thing?! And why is its name 'Mr. SnuggleLots?!?!'" barked Dipper.
"Three..." mumbled Frisk gloomily, like they were counting down to Ragnarok.
"Excuse me?! If you didn't spend all day sleeping away in bed," snapped Mabel in response, "we could already be heading out after him instead of playing catch up!"
"Two..."
"Let the thing go, for all I care!" snarled Dipper, leaning against the door and gesturing to the broken window."Cursed or not, that Teddy bear was never yours! Bet you $50 a witch owns that toy!"
"One..."
"No deal!" declared Mabel, crossing her arms in an "X" formation. "There's no guarantee that the bear has an owner to begin with! This is all laid out in the Rehabiliteddy Program™ which, once again, you wouldn't have missed if you didn't waste the day away in your bed!"
Dipper scowled. "Listen Mabel-!"
The door suddenly swung open violently, painfully sandwiching Dipper between the door and the wall. There, standing rigid and fuming, was Toriel.
“You all have five seconds to explain yourselves for this racket before I officially lose my temper. Starting now.”
"And that's why we need to go after him!" finished Mabel, waiting patiently as her scarf was wrapped around her.
"Goodness..." said Toriel, finishing Mabel's scarf and moving on to Frisk now that Mabel was all bundled up. "I will admit I still find the whole thing to be far fetched, but after the encounter you three had with that Blind Biker a few days ago, I'm inclined to believe any type of weird phenomena story that comes out of the mouths of you three."
Everyone was still in the bedroom. It didn't take to long to explain the situation to Toriel, even though the trio well exceeded the five second time limit. By the time she had learned that Mr. SnuggleLots was still out there, Toriel immediately went to work on dressing the kids up in extra layers, mittens, and scarves.
"What were you doing up this late, Ms. Toriel?" asked Dipper. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."
"I've spent all day looking for something that I cannot seem to find," Toriel answered while fastening a beanie cap onto Frisk. "A videotape. Perhaps one of you three saw it earlier this morning and it's currently in your possession?"
"Nope, sorry" said Dipper.
"I have not," added Frisk, their voice muffled by the scarf.
"Me neither," rounded off Mabel, pulling her scarf down to speak clearly. "Unfortunately all I have with me right now is candy. But I'm happy to share it with the coolest mom to ever walk the earth!"
Toriel was just about to start with Dipper when Mabel said that. Much to the twins' alarm, she started to weep.
Mabel panicked. "W-what did I say?! Oh god is that considered an insult in monster-culture?! I didn't mean it Miss Toriel I swear-!"
"You *sniff* you did *sniff* n-nothing wrong at all sweetheart," reassured Toriel, collecting herself. "It's just been a very lousy day for me it seems..."
Mabel and Frisk seemed at a loss for words.
"Hhhhhow about we put a pin on that for now, Ms Toriel?" Dipper butted in, before attempting to lighten the mood by adding, "Besides, we still need to track down a rogue Teddy bear."
Toriel gave a sad chuckle. "Please... no formalities are necessary. Toriel is... just fine. And yes, if we could save my troubles for later on, that would be great. I'm more concerned about you three pursuing this critter in the bitter cold of midnight winter."
"It's really not that bad-" started Dipper.
"Don't ever argue with the Goat Mom, Dipper," hissed Mabel, getting right in Dipper's face.
"Whoa hey there, personal space please," said Dipper, waving her away.
Toriel nodded. "It doesn't matter to me if winter on the surface is less brutal than winter in the Underground, you three are my responsibility right now, and that means you bundle up."
"Understood Mom," acknowledged Frisk.
"Of course Mis- I mean, Toriel," said Dipper, lifting his arms as Toriel started to apply his scarf.
Mabel suddenly had an idea. "Dipper, I can't believe I'm asking this, but do you think the black journal has anything about Mr. SnuggleLots?"
"It's worth checking," said Dipper, his voice muffled as well, now that the scarf was on. He pulled it down gently. "Toriel, if you don't mind, could you hold off on the mittens for a second? This is important."
"Just don't take too long. The further that bear gets, the longer you three have to be out there in the cold," reminded Toriel.
"Again, we've dealt with much worse-"
"Don't argue with Mom/The-Goat-Mother," said Frisk and Mabel at the same time.
"Right, right," said Dipper, grabbing the book and skimming through the pages. "Hmmm... not having much luck here. Maybe this author didn't encounter him. Gravity Falls is a big place-"
"Hang on," said Frisk, putting their hand on Dipper's shoulder. "I think I saw it. A few pages back."
Dipper flipped back a couple of pages, and eventually found a page with a very detailed illustration of Mr. SnuggleLots.
"Wow, dunno how I missed that," said an embarrassed Dipper.
"It's because you were rambling again!" teased Mabel, waving her arms from side to side. "Ramble ramble ramble!"
"Oh knock it off, Mabel. Thanks for catching that, Frisk," said Dipper, Frisk smiling in response. "Alright, lets see what we have here."
the nocturnal teddy bear
this peculiar stuffed animal holds a dark and not-that-deadly secret. every night, from sundown to sunrise, this bear comes to life and prowls the streets if it is without an owner. despite being a bear, not all of its behavior matches that of an average grizzly bear, so as far as advantages and weaknesses go, it is hard to pinpoint what works with this creature and what doesn't. one thing is for certain though: its diet is solely fabric. bed sheets, clothes, boxers, this bear will tear through it all until it is nice and full. once it is satisfied, it refrains from eating. if you are tracking down a starving nocturnal teddy bear, be wary or well armed. Or, bring along an outfit that you wouldn't mind if it got eaten. that is heavily ill advised, though.
An awkward silence befell the group as they all looked to each other and the new layers that Toriel had just finished putting on them.
"That certainly would have been nice to know beforehand," said Toriel, pinching the bridge of her snout.
"Sorry..." said Dipper sheepishly.
"But on the bright side," Mabel pointed out, "the book mentions nothing about a taste for human flesh! Just fabric! Which means we won't die!"
"Yeah, sure. Instead, we all will run the risk of committing public indecency," said Dipper, his winter coat's hood casting a shadow over his eyes. "I honestly would prefer death."
"It's not like anybody would see you this late at night," said Mabel, deadpanning.
"I will make sure to look away if such an event happens to you," Toriel promised Dipper.
"You'd probably die of Hypothermia before the embarrassment set in, Dipper," Frisk was polite to add.
"Let's just make sure it doesn't happen, okay?!" Dipper yelled.
"WAIT!!!" Mabel suddenly shrieked, an entire Christmas tree's worth of lights going off in her head. "I know how we can arm ourselves! We have to be suuuuuuuuuuuuper quiet though~"
It took a few seconds to leave the bedroom, Frisk having decided to bring their backpack with them before setting out, but soon afterwards, the trio and Toriel were standing in front of...
"The attic?" said Dipper incredulously, as he walked up to the attic entrance. "Why do we need to be quiet here? That's where Sans sleeps! We could kill a goat in there and it wouldn't wake him up!"
Hearing no response, Dipper turned around to see a Mabel who looked ready to punch him, a Frisk who looked beyond upset, and a Toriel that- oh.
"Shoot, I'm sorry," said Dipper to Toriel who looked downright uncomfortable. "I meant like, you know- we could make... an equivalent to that much noise... and Sans wouldn't... wake up."
"Let's just put a pin on it, like you suggested before," said Toriel. "Now please open the door so we can move on from this awkward situation."
"Right."
Click!
Creeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaak.
Slowly, silently, all three children slunk into the attic, stepping onto the creaky floor. If Sans caught them, it would take forever to explain the situation. Mabel worried that she'd be even further away from Mr. SnuggleLots. Frisk worried about having to explain why Toriel was with them. Dipper worried about Sans growing suspicious from all the snooping that Dipper had been trying to do on him.
Except, there was no Sans. Instead, there was a simple note on the window seat that read "be back later."
All three children groaned at how pointless all of that super awesome stealth turned out to be.
"He's not even here??? Then where is he?!" said Dipper, exasperated. "Frisk, is this disappearing act common for Sans?"
"Only during the daytime..." said Frisk, scratching their head in confusion while also adjusting the straps on their backpack. "I don't think I've ever seen him vanish at night though. Though to be fair, he never let me into his bedroom when I was in the underground..."
"You were snooping around in Sans's bedroom???"
"No. I just said that he never let me in. How could I possibly snoop in his room if I'm locked out of it? All jesting aside, yes I tried to do that. I failed miserably though."
"Well at any rate," said Dipper, eyes narrowing. "This skeleton is not helping his case. Everything he does only makes me grow more and more suspicious of him."
"Suspicious of what?" asked Toriel, approaching Dipper and Frisk.
Shoot... Should I tell her? Dipper cursed internally. She's a good friend of his, isn't she? And it's not like I have any concrete evidence of Sans being the time anomaly that the author is talking about... Think of something else, Dipper! Say something! Anything!!!
"Suspicious of him stealing your videotape," Dipper went with.
Toriel looked absolutely horror-stricken. "He did what?"
Whoa, that was not the reaction that Dipper was anticipating. He was ready to defend his lie, but she just went with it? How important was this videotape to her?? What was on it???
"I haven't found any evidence yet!" Dipper backpedaled. "I-it's just a hypothesis! I don't want to be right about it, believe me!"
Toriel did her best to calm down. "I certainly hope that that tape wasn't stolen in the first place. If it was, I... I don't know how I'd be able to handle it."
Dipper and Frisk gulped. The air in the room had gotten quite stagnated. If someone really had stolen it, Dipper had just basically sentenced him or her to death. So now, Dipper could be arrested tonight for arbitrarily committing public indecency or incitement. Hooraaaaaaaaay....
"Guess that's one obstacle out of the way!" said Mabel, her voice immediately vaporizing the suspense that she was oblivious to. She waltzed over to the stained glass window and opened it, paying no mind to the noise it made. Immediately the quartet was overcome by the intense chill of winter at midnight. Finally the kids saw the value of the extra clothes provided by Toriel.
"Now for the tough part..." shivered Mabel.
The kids climbed out of the window and onto the roof, all three bracing the cold current. One by one, the Mystery Trio tip toed along the roof.
"Still don't understand why we didn't just use the ladder from the gift shop," griped Dipper, a burst of wind making him shiver.
"We'd be climbing down those noisy stairs. We'd risk Undyne waking up," said Mabel. "I doubt you're eager to know what she's like if she's rudely woken up."
"Just to enlighten you," began Frisk, "she begins every day by chucking a spear at her alarm clock. She has an entire closet dedicated to alarm clocks because of all the ones she breaks. Now, imagine her mistaking you for an alarm clock because you woke her up-"
"I would rather not imagine something so horrifying while also balancing on a roof and enduring the bitter cold," said a trembling Dipper. "I get it. Ladder was a bad idea. Let's keep moving."
A few more minutes of sneaking, and they reached their destination: Wendy's platform. There, sleeping soundly, was Papyrus, with his newly knitted, and extremely long, "spaghetti scarf" draped around his shoulders.
Mabel looked to Dipper. Then she looked to Frisk. She put two fingers closed together in the air, waited three seconds, then pointed them to Papyrus and whispered, "Go!"
Dipper and Frisk fanned out, each approaching the opposite side of Papyrus. They gripped the scarf, and gently lifted it up and over. The scarf was now hovering in front of the sleeping skeleton, being held tight by the smiling Dipper and Frisk.
"Mission accomplished!" whisper-screamed Mabel.
It was at that moment that one little roof shingle had decided that it couldn't handle having Dipper's foot on top of it any longer.
CHHHRK!
Dipper slipped backwards, yanking the scarf. Frisk, who was still holding it, felt themself jolted forward, unable to keep themself from slamming into the panicking Pines brother. Dipper tried to right himself, but (surprise!) only managed to trip on the long scarf, making him fall backwards even further, Frisk lurching further forward as they were too riled up to remember to let go of the doggone scarf. This time, the delirious duo collided heads, resulting in an unceremonious CONK! as the blasted scarf continued to entangle them. Frisk and Dipper became a ball of yarn as they teetered off of the roof platform and landed on the snow covered grass with an obnoxious thud.
Everything... hurt.
"Mission... accomplished?" repeated Mabel, worried that Papyrus had been woken up from all of that noise.
"ZzzzzzzzzzzznnnnNNNYEH I WILL MAKE IT INTO THE ROYAL GUUAARRDDDDDDZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"Whew," Mabel sighed before making her way back down to untangle the pair.
But not before taking a photo of the pair sprawled in the snow and entangled in that giant scarf.
"Oh dear, I never expected that he would actually take my advice to heart," Toriel chortled. "An actual spaghetti scarf. I really want to know what goes on in that skeleton's head. It must be fascinating."
With the scarf now acquired, it had been strategically wrapped by Mabel around the already scarfed necks of Dipper, Frisk, and and herself, before setting off into Gravity Falls to hunt down Mr. SnuggleLots. Silhouetted by the moon, the children looked like a paper-people-chain come to life.
Toriel insisted on coming along, not liking the idea of three kids being out at night without a grownup. The trio argued with her a bit, but they were quick to admit defeat when she gave them all a glare that only a mother could perfect.
"I'm shocked we didn't wake Papyrus up," quietly commented Frisk, who was at the front end of the line. "Especially after that humiliating descent."
"Look, I said I was sorry," mumbled Dipper in the middle, rubbing his forehead on instinct.
"It made a fun memory for me too look back on, though!" giggled Mabel from the back as she put her newly developed photo into her scrapbook.
"I'm glad to know that you still find pleasure from my pain," grumbled Dipper.
"Let's try to stay on task here," reminded Toriel, having decided to walk alongside the line rather than behind or in front of it. "So, you three are going to be using this scarf to lure the bear out?"
"In a way, yes" explained Frisk "But for the most part, it's to give Mr. SnuggleLots something to chew on that isn't our clothes."
"Hopefully the guy isn't hungry enough to eat the whole scarf," said Dipper worriedly.
"Yeah, Papyrus would not be happy with us," said Mabel.
"That's not what I'm- okay, that too," conceded Dipper, before turning his head back to the path. "Now then... if I were a hungry Teddy bear... where would I go..."
rustle rustle
There was a rustling of leaves. Immediately, all four heads darted to the source of the sound. Right in front of them were two bushes, shaking up a storm.
"Oooooooooooo!" squeaked Mabel, putting her hands to her cheeks. "Guys, I think maybe we found Mr. SnuggleLots's parents!"
"Everybody be absolutely still..." whispered Frisk.
"Ummmm, guys?" said Dipper as quietly as he could. "Mr. SnuggleLots is in fact a Teddy bear, right? Do Nocturnal Teddy Bears have parents???"
"That's..." said Mabel
"...a good question..." finished Frisk, tensing up.
Was it a pair of Nocturnal Teddy Bears? Gnomes? Goblins?! Eldritch Horrors?!
The rustles got louder.
Louder.
Louder-
"Oink!"
"Yip!"
The sigh of relief was unanimous as the heads of Waddles and the Samoyed popped out of the bushes.
"Waddllleeeeeeees! What are you doing outside this late at night? Get over here, mister!" cooed Mabel, rushing over to Waddles. Having forgotten that she was tied to the scarf, Dipper and Frisk were lurched forward and dragged through the snow by Mabel. She scooped up her prized pig and nuzzled him vigorously, Waddles lapping up the snowflakes on her cheeks. "Were you giving the dog a tour of the town? Were you? You were, weren't you, you cute little... cutie!"
"Oh hey! It's that dog from the mountain!" said Dipper in recognition of the other critter. "......what's his name again?"
"I don't think he has one," Toriel pitched in. "Frisk, you really should consider putting a collar on that puppy or at least giving him a name, what with how frequently I see him."
"This dog cannot be restrained by a collar," said Frisk, suddenly looking at an imaginary sunset. Dipper found it weird. Mabel was captivated. Then the moment was over as quickly as it began. "But I like the idea of giving him a name."
The child suddenly pointed at the white dog, who cocked his head.
"Toby."
"Brrk?"
"Your name is Toby."
"Urf."
"................may I call you Toby?"
"Arf!"
"Toby it is."
In the end, Toby and Waddles started following the group, the head count growing from four to six. And those six were lead on a wild tour of Gravity Falls at night in order to find this furball. If this fiasco was a scripted sequence for some TV show, this would have been the moment when the montage music started playing.
They went to Soos's house, where a groggy Abuelita pointed towards where she saw the bear head off to after it took a chomp out of her sofa. One round of cookies later, the group was back on the trail.
Next was the Valentino Funeral Home, where Greg and Janice spoke about how Mr. SnuggleLots made their night. Not too long ago, one of the buried corpses rose out of the ground as a zombie, only to have the tux it was buried in torn off and devoured by the tiny menace. The zombie was so embarrassed that it sank right back into its coffin and never rose up again. Mabel slipped a spare cookie underneath the door to Robbie's room before returning to the scarf-line and heading out.
The group passed by McGucket's new mansion for a brief moment, unable to enter because of the locked gate barring them from the courtyard. They shrugged and continued past the mansion. Toby and Waddles, who were falling behind, were the only ones who spotted a crow fly over the gate easily, only for the crow to be vaporized by a red laser beam courtesy of the new security features that McGucket had installed in the front yard. Bug-eyed, traumatized, and holding knowledge that no one else will ever learn, Toby and Waddles slowly trotted away from the estate.
The Pines Twins even dared to visit the Tent of Telepathy. They didn't need to get too close though: the tent had holes everywhere. Mr. SnuggleLots had definitely been there. They slowly snuck away, slowly enough for Frisk to spot a poster announcing that the Tent of Telepathy was closed indefinitely. Well, at least nobody was inconvenienced. So why were Dipper and Mabel so spooked about approaching it...?
Each location they visited showed that Mr. SnuggleLots had stopped by. But they just couldn't seem to catch up to him.
"Maybe we should stop by Candy or Grenda's house next!" suggested Mabel.
"Absolutely not," said Dipper. "I understand that you want to get back together with them, but if we do that tonight, there's no way we'll be able to avoid them inviting you for a sleepover. And we have bigger things to worry about."
"I like the sound of a sleepover," admitted Frisk.
"Really???!!!!! Awesome!!!! I'll be sure to let Candy and Grenda know!" squealed Mabel, paying no attention to Dipper who was frantically waving his hands at Frisk and begging them to not be enticed by a sleepover with Mabel's friend group.
"Focus, children," said Toriel with a gentle huff. "I understand the want to socialize, but I would prefer to relocate this bear as quickly as possible. I need to be back at the shack before sunrise. I'm sure that tape is somewhere I haven't checked yet. Perhaps I'll check the lab next..."
Dipper's curiosity had finally had enough. He leaned forward to whisper to Frisk. "Frisk, do you have any idea what's up with your mom? She's usually so calm and down to earth, but tonight... I dunno, she just seems especially stressed. Just what is on that videotape that she's searching for so feverishly?"
"I understand your concern, and I wish I could answer your questions immediately," Frisk whispered back. "However, I would prefer that we wait until we have retrieved the Nocturnal Teddy Bear before we discuss this any further. It is rather personal."
"Well okay..." said Dipper, looking down to the snow covered ground. "I honestly don't know how much longer I can go looking for this bear's whereabouts though-"
That's when he saw it. Paw prints. Specifically, prints of paws that looked patched-on. And they lead up to...
This way to the Corduroy Cabin. Follow the signs.
A sign that gave directions to Wendy's house? But why would the paw prints lead to...
Wait...
Dipper called to the group. "Do you think Mr. SnuggleLots knows English? All this time, I assumed he didn't, based on our initial encounter."
"Maybe he was just too hungry to listen?" suggested Mabel.
Frisk nodded. "Why do you ask, Dipper?"
"Okay... this may sound extreme to everyone but Mabel. But I think Mr. SnuggleLots understands English enough to read it... and he mistook Wendy's family's home for a Fabric store."
Mabel, Frisk, and Toriel all looked to the sign that Dipper was gesturing at.
Then to the fresh trail of paw prints seemed to be doing exactly what the sign had suggested.
"FOLLOW THAT TRAIL!" announced Mabel.
"Hush!" hissed Toriel. "The town is asleep!"
"Oop, sorry Goat Mom," said Mabel meekly, before whispering, "Follow that trail!"
They had hit the jackpot. By following the signs (and the paw prints in the snow), the trio, the pets, and Toriel had managed to locate the cabin that housed Wendy and her testosterone-buzzed brothers and dad.
The first sign of trouble was that the lights were on. The second was that the sounds of war cries and glass shattering could be heard all the way from the house to where the group was standing. The third was that the front door had been jerked open, and a bewildered Wendy Corduroy was sprinting towards them, kicking up snow everywhere.
"We can explain-" started Dipper.
"Oh my god I couldn't care less about the explanation right now-" growled Wendy, her voice having an especially ragged quality to it. Dipper didn't have a lot of time to ponder that though as suddenly the redhead had an iron grip on both of his shoulders and was staring right through him with baggy eyelids and bloodshot eyes.
"Oh dear..." said Toriel in the back, Mabel and Frisk cringing as well. It appeared that all three of them had just put together why Wendy had been so drowsy lately.
Wendy croaked, "Every December, my family gets more and more fired up about the New Year, and it results in them screaming throughout the night. It does not help that Gravity Falls has its own New Year that ignores the yearly calendar. Long story short, I haven't slept in six days you guys."
A gasp was shared by all who were capable of doing so.
"And that- that- that toy freak in there???" continued the delirious Wendy, raising a trembling hand and pointing behind her to her home. "NOT HELPING MATTERS!"
"I am so sorry that you've had to deal with this," said Toriel. "I promise you, that bear will be out of your home before sunrise."
"Oh jeez, is that you, Toriel?" said Wendy, her vision finally clearing from the tired rage. Her cheeks flushed with massive embarrassment and she scratched the back of her head. "Did- did I just shout right in your face? I am so sorry, I didn't... mmm- mmmmmean to..." Wendy suddenly arched back and gave a massive yawn. The three children winced, realizing how tired she must have been for the past few days.
"You've been deprived of sleep. It's more than understandable that you would be cranky," said Toriel gently.
"I dunno if we'll be able to help with Wendy's personal conundrum," pondered Frisk.
"We can try to, once we have Mr. SnuggleLots back!" said Mabel proudly, before suddenly shrinking and asking nervously. "How um... how is your family dealing with his intrusion?"
"Meh, the same way they handle any other bear that invades our property," explained Wendy. "With violence. And probably rifles."
The change in Mabel's velocity was so intense that the scarf was torn in two as she charged towards the house, howling with worry.
"Wait," said Wendy, suddenly noticing the scarf. "Is that Papyrus's-"
"Explanation afterwords, right?!" said Dipper, frantically taking the scarf off of Frisk so he could don the other half of the scarf by himself. "Come on Frisk, we need to catch her before she rips someone's ear off!"
"Affirmative!" nodded Frisk, following Dipper as he sprinted toward the cabin, leaving Wendy and Toriel out in the snow.
An awkward silence befell on the two of them.
"Um.............. Aren't you going to follow them?" asked Toriel.
Much to Toriel's alarm, Wendy let out a snore.
"OH MY GOODNESS! WENDY YOU CAN'T FALL ASLEEP OUT HERE, YOU'LL FREEZE!!!"
In a panic, Toriel hoisted Wendy up. With the pets following close behind, Toriel quickly carried Wendy back into the noisy, but warm, cabin.
Two figures, polar opposites of each other, were in a current face off. On one side of the room was a small animal, covered in soft fur, trembling with fear. On the other side of the room was a big animal, strapped in lumberjack work clothes, covered in red hair on his head, face, arms, and chest. He was trembling with anger and testosterone.
....aaaaaaaand a little bit of fear, to be honest.
Mr. Manly Dan wiped the sweat from his brow, regaining his focus. He had finally managed to trap the little furry menace in a corner of the living room, its plum fur not doing much to camouflage it amongst the red plaid wallpaper.
"You took a bite out of Marcus's hat, Kevin's shorts, and Gus's shirt... and then... you went for my underwear."
Mr. SnuggleLots only growled in return.
"Them's fighting words..." snarled Manly Dan. "So be it! BY MY HAND, YOU SHALL LEARN OF WHAT YOUR OWN BLOOD TASTES LIKE!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Everything that followed happened in a manner of seconds.
Dan shouted in alarm as Mabel lunged onto his back and covered his eyes. The gorilla of a man flailed about wildly, making the trio of boys duck to avoid getting smacked by his meaty arms. Mr. SnuggleLots took the chance to dart out of the corner, only for Frisk to block his path. In the hallway, few feet behind Frisk, was Dipper, ready to face against Mr. SnuggleLots if he managed to get past Frisk.
Mabel and Dan continued to spin around the living room, Marcus, Gus, and Kevin all trying their best to stay away. From the entrance way appeared Toby, Waddles, and Toriel, still carrying Wendy. Toby was immediately intrigued by the space and climbed atop of the stairway rail, climbing all the way to the top of the first row of stairs to get a good vantage point. Waddles went the opposite way, hugging himself against the wall comfortably. Toriel spotted the dining room and quickly sat Wendy down in a seat at the dining room table. With all the noise going on, Wendy was soon roused from her sleep.
Mr. SnuggleLots managed to dart under Frisk's legs and latch his teeth onto their backpack. Frisk yelped, which alerted Marcus to the bear. Giving a battle cry, Marcus charged towards the bear, wrestling the back pack off of Frisk, which only made the poor child fall flat on their face. Seeing this, Mabel finally let go of Dan and ran over to the fallen child. Meanwhile, Marcus began to spin the bag around. Mr. SnuggleLots, remembering what happened last time he was spun around, let go before the momentum could grow too much. The backpack was flung in a random direction, hitting the (thankfully unlit) fireplace. With Marcus dizzy, Mr. SnuggleLots was free to escape, bolting for the hallway. Dipper, noticing the Teddy bear heading his way, readied himself. He grew a massive scowl and held the spaghetti scarf like a muleta. But in all his preparation to look threatening, Dipper forgot to remove the scarf from his neck.
Dan regained his balance with the help of Kevin and Gus, and headed outside with a growl to get some shears from the tool shed. Waddles entered the living room and spotted the now abandoned backpack near the fireplace. Toriel approached Dipper and the bear, while Toby climbed the second row of stairs out of three and gave himself a bigger vantage point- not that he was actively seeking it out- just as Mr. SnuggleLots lurched forward, bit the end of Dipper's half of the spaghetti scarf, and kept running.
Frisk, Mabel, Toriel, and Wendy watched in alarm as Dipper was yanked backwards and dragged behind Mr. SnuggleLots, who took off with the scarf still in his mouth.
-Toriel charges forward to save Dipper but just missed her mark, falling down on the floor and having right herself back up into a sitting position, leaning against the fridge in the kitchen adjacent to the hallway. Dipper was further dragged, following Mr. SnuggleLots into the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Frisk, Mabel, and Wendy collectively panicked and raced toward the bathroom. Mabel outran both of the others, Frisk making sure their mom was okay, and Wendy spotting that the boys had head into their bedroom to search for a bear trap to ensnare Mr. SnuggleLots with.
Soon after the bear had entered the bathroom, Mr. SnuggleLots started freaking out because the space was a lot smaller. He darted around the bathroom, throwing Dipper against the sink, the toilet, and the bathtub, which was when the bear finally let go of the half eaten scarf in his panic, Dipper getting shot-putted into the bathtub. Dipper spent the next few seconds just sitting there, dazed enough to not even bother righting his lopsided cap.
Mabel barged into the bathroom.
"Hey Mr. SnuggleLots! Look what I have for ya!"
Mabel waved the other half of the spaghetti scarf in her attempt to lure the bear away from Dipper and out of the bathroom. Mr. SnuggleLots took the bait, and Mabel calmly dragged him out of the bathroom. Dipper finally stopped seeing stars, and gripped his head as the headache set in. Wendy had just finished convincing the boys why a bear trap would be more danger than its worth, as Mabel passed by the bedroom doorway. Wendy realized Dipper was still in the bathroom and head over there to check on him. The boys shrugged and left the bedroom.
Waddles had been spending all this time rummaging through Frisk's backpack, unbothered by anybody. By that time, Dan returned with the shears, noticed the pig, considered dinner, but then remembered that the pig is Mabel's pet and thought against it, not wanting to be attacked by her again. He entered the hallway, ready to tear that bear into ribbons with the shears. At that point nearly everyone else was in the hallway, which meant that Frisk and Mabel got a perfect view of the rusty shears that Dan was holding. They both gasp, Mabel's shock giving her hand enough slack for Mr. SnuggleLots to snatch the scarf out of Mabel's hand and eat it happily, the rest of the Corduroys surrounding him cautiously while Dan was forced into a heated discussion spearheaded by Frisk and Mabel as to why the bear shouldn't be harmed. It was at this point that Toby spotted Waddles, who was still playing around with Frisk's backpack.
Toby leapt onto Mabel's head, then Frisk's, then lunged at Dan's face, hitting him with enough force that he dropped the shears and tilted backwards, falling down on the floor with a thud. Frisk quickly grabbed the shears and put them on the kitchen counter, away from Dan. Toriel followed Frisk as they left the kitchen to return to Mabel and Dan. Toby finally leapt off of Dan and bolted for the back pack, the pets now in a tug of war. Wendy and Dipper exited the bathroom, encountering the boys and the bear. The bear, who was still surrounded, payed no mind and finished eating Mabel's portion of the scarf, swallowing it, and looking very much stuffed. He gave everyone a very cute smile, and Mabel noticed he was finally acting like a Teddy bear. It made no attempts to bolt.
That's when the bear was grabbed by the throat, and lifted from the ground by a meaty hand. It was Dan, who had gotten back up. "Got you!"
There was the sound of something ripping.
For a second, a collective panic swarmed through the group, worried that Mr. SnuggleLots had torn himself open in his attempt to get out of Dan's grip. But he was fine and unharmed.
The group turned to look at Toby and Waddles, who had gone silent. The backpack had been ripped open, its contents flying through the air like candy from a pinata. One giant object, rectangular in shape, caught the eyes of Toriel and Frisk. It hit the floor hard enough to bounce and spin like a hamster wheel, before sliding on the floor and skidding to a halt at Toriel's feet.
There, lying motionless on the wooden floor, was a videotape.
With ear-ringing silence, Toriel reached down and picked up the tape. She flipped it to the front, and read the title that was written on it in faded crayon. She read it a second time. A third time.
"Frisk Dreemurr..." said Toriel with a disturbingly calm voice. "What was this tape doing in your bag? Did you put it in there?"
"M-Mom I-"
"Just answer the question," snapped Toriel. "Were you the one who put this videotape in your bag? Yes or no?"
"Yes..."
"Did you do so, knowing that I was looking for it?"
"......."
"Frisk."
"Yes... Yes Mother, I did."
The room was silent.
"...I am disappointed in you, Frisk. Severely disappointed. Not to mention angry. You should not steal anything, from anyone, period. But to think that you would deliberately try and hide this videotape from me..."
Toriel caught herself, realizing she was slipping. She breathed in.........she breathed out. In........... and out.
Suddenly, a hand was gently wrapped around Toriel's shoulder. It belonged to Wendy.
"Listen um... My bedroom, it... it has a TV and VCR. I know it might be a little odd but... you've clearly spent all day and night looking for this tape and wanting to watch whatever is on it. So... why don't you go on up to my room and watch it? It'll... give you and the rest of us some time to mull things over."
Toriel looked ready to argue, but after a tense couple of seconds, she sighed and deflated. "Some solitude would do me well right now, I suppose..."
She took Wendy's hand in her paws in a silent display of gratitude before letting go, picking up the videotape once again and heading for the staircase. She paused after climbing the first step. The room went quiet again.
"You are by no means off the hook, little one. We will talk once this is all over."
"Yes, Mother."
Then, she climbed up the stairs, vanishing from everyone's line of sight.
Dipper fidgeted with his hands. We was never good at handling the pressure of only being a bystander during a very tense encounter.
Wendy let out a deep sigh, no doubt wishing that this night wasn't so... eventful.
Mabel looked to Frisk with worry. Their hair was casting a shadow over their eyes, and their hands were hanging loosely at their side. Mabel frowned, wanting to help, but not knowing how to. She thought back to when she was younger, when Dipper would come home crying because the bullies at the park found him again, how all she had to do was invite him to her Teddy bear tea party as a guest...
...!
Just as Mabel had begun to come to a realization, Mr. SnuggleLots had gotten sick and tired of being held by the neck so firmly.
CHOMP!
"YYYYYYOW!!!" hollered Dan, letting go of the bear to waggle his hand and stave off the pain from having his index finger being bitten into by a bear cub. "Noooooooo come on! I finally had him! BOYS! GET HI-"
Mabel spoke without thinking. "MR. SNUGGLELOTS, I TOLD YOU TO BRING A BIB WITH YOU TO THE TEA PARTY! WHERE IS IT?!"
Everyone, Teddy bear included, froze in their tracks. Mr. SnuggleLots looked up to Mabel, his cute beady eyes expressing pure, non-artificial confusion.
"Rule number five hundred and sixty eight of Mabel's Rehabiliteddy Program™!" barked Mabel, pointing at the stupefied stuffed animal. "Any and all critters that are invited to partake in Mabel's Complimentary Tea Party must bring their own bib! To forget one is poor hospitality! What do you have to say for yourself!?"
At the bear's obvious silence, Mabel looked to the others for support, hands outward in an utter display of 'Just play along!!!'
Frisk was silent, but their head lifted up slightly. They appeared to be curious.
As the Corduroys whispered to each other, Dipper walked right up to Mabel.
"You agree, don't you bro???" said Mabel, jokingly - but also rather forcefully and painfully - elbowing her brother in the side.
"Owwwww..." groaned Dipper, rubbing the spot that got jabbed. "Mabel, are you seriously trying to have a tea party with a bear that only eats sheets and clothing? Furthermore, you're trying to convince Wendy's family to host this tea party?? Are you out of your mind???"
"Just hear me out," said Mabel, whispering in Dipper's ear. "I just remembered that point where you suggested that Mr. SnuggleLots might be able to read, and I thought 'heh, well that doesn't seem very bearish of him!' and then, the clouds parted."
"Mabel, what are you talking about." said Dipper flatly.
"All this time, we've been treating this Teddy bear as, well, a regular bear. And I think we just assumed that that was typical behavior for him. But look at him now!"
The kids glanced over to Mr. SnuggleLots. He was sucking on his paw and looking around the room with interest.
"Doesn't he seem a lot more Teddy bearish to you???" concluded Mabel.
"Huh.... yeah, I think I see what you're getting at," said Dipper, starting to follow Mabel's train of thought. "You think we should approach him as the Teddy bear he is, and have a tea party with him. Am I on the right track here?"
"Right track, right train, right everything!" said Mabel, proudly patting Dipper on the back. Dipper smiled without realizing it.
He quickly regained his focus. "But even if that's the case, there's no way that Daniel Corduroy, the same Daniel Corduroy that snapped a tree in half by punching it, is going to let you host a tea party inside his h-"
"So what're you kids thinking?" boomed Manly Dan, stepping in the middle of the discussion. "Chamomile or Oolong?"
The twins looked up to see that in his hands were two different boxes of tea flavors.
"Huh....?" said Dipper in a stupor.
"You got any Candyleaf?" replied Mabel.
"BOYS!" shouted Dan to Marcus, Kevin, and Gus, all three in the living room. "GET TO THE CONVENIENCE STORE AND GET YOUR DAD SOME CANDYLEAF TEA! BE BACK IN TEN MINUTES, OR NONE OF YOU ARE ALLOWED TO GO OUT HUNTING TOMORROW!"
"YES DAD!" screamed the boys in unison, scrambling out the door.
"Huh?!" said Dipper.
"Hey Dipper Kid," boomed Manly Dan, getting up in Dipper's face. "You still haven't told me what you want."
"I- I don't-"
"Whaddya mean you don't?! You don't drink tea?! Well young man, in this house, you don't get to abstain from drinking tea! Now pick a flavor, or I'll pick one FOR YOU, AND I'LL MAKE IT AS SCALDING AND AS TASTELESS AS POSSIBLE!!! YOU DON'T WANT THAT, DO YOU?!"
"Just pick one, Dipper," said Mabel, putting her hand on her brother's shoulder.
"Ummmm..." mulled Dipper. "Oo-...Oolong...? I guess...?"
"Good choice," said Dan and Mabel together, with Dan adding, "I'll fire up the kettle!"
"Mabel what is happening right now," sputtered Dipper. The poor boy was certain that he was losing his mind.
"I don't know honestly!" said Mabel laughing. "But I like it!"
"We'll talk about it later," said Wendy, walking up to the pair with Frisk close behind her. "Right now, we gotta focus on setting the dining room up for a round of tea."
"Right!" said Mabel enthusiastically.
"Dipper, Frisk, you're helping out too," instructed Wendy.
"Of course," said Dipper and Frisk with a nod.
NEXT (Coming soon to the Mystery Shack!)
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#so#this got longer than I meant for it to get#so expect part 3 in just a few minutes!#gravity falls#undertale#underfalls#gravitytale
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Phoenix Protocol 35
Zavala x Awoken Female Warlock | Mid/Post Forsaken | Slowburn | Gratuitous Descriptions of Light | Self-Confidence/Self-Worth Issues | Redemption
When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.
Previously
-/
At some point, the whispers began. At first, they were just echoes of sound, not words, that seemed to bubble up behind them. They'd jump and turn their guns in a strange direction, startling each other, then laugh it off, try to calm themselves and press on, into the darkness.
And then the whispers started speaking to them.
Lilith doesn't know when the raspy shucks and shahs echoing off the became words that only she can hear. And she doesn't know when she started screaming into the darkness for them to stop, arguing against them - So what if she's not entirely organic? She's just as human!
She only realizes it when the Hunter grabs her hands to prevent her from harming herself, from scratching at the plating where her ears would be if they weren't sensors and - She really was human once, right? Wasn't she? - as she locks onto the blood dripping from under Morgana's helm, over the collar of her Hunter cloak that something is changing. Something is wrong.
"Don't listen," Morgana tells them both. Lilith can feel their entwined hands shaking, and the Hunter grips her harder. “Get a hold of yourselves.”
The Titan takes his helmet off, gasping. Lilith barely remembers him telling them his name is Alberto, but his friends call him Bertie. He has dark skin, her mind stutters, thinking of something besides the Hive. It reminds her of copper and bronze, like the metal that she… She tries not to think of herself as a computer that can be reprogrammed like the voices have started telling her. Instead, she focuses on his face. His ears are bleeding. "Are yours-"
"Yes,” Morgana interrupts breathlessly, grunting. “We have to keep ourselves together. Deep breaths. Everyone with me?”
“I-”
“Nizana, did you get anything out of Miyu?”
The Warlock’s Ghost flickers between the trio like a flash-bang, dimming her optic so she doesn’t cast too much light. Lilith continues holding one of Morgana’s hands. Her grip is warm. The Hunter wraps her newly freed hand around Bertie’s wrist. “It let me send a message,” The petite bot says. “I confirmed receipt, but it hasn’t been read yet. She must be occupied with things. Usually her Ghost usually reads them immediately.”
“She must still be in the Ascendant Plane then! When she opens it it-”
“I’ll let you know straight away.”
-/
Her sword slices through everything like it’s cutting through butter, like the hard bony plating of the remaining Fatesmiths are softer than the worms that grant life within them. They howl as they fall, burning to dust. The Wizard watches her. Savathûn’s daughter.
The Eternal Return.
Miyu turns her eyes toward her, her toes barely touching the ground. It isn’t necessary. Her Light burns brighter than ever before. She holds out one perfect, burning, ethereal sword of Daybreak. “You’re next,” The Warlock tells her, willing her voice to stay even. She refuses to grow manic with power, just because she calls upon the flames and they feel right for the first time in she can’t remember how long.
Dûl Incaru calls upon her forces. Taken Thrall, Acolytes, Knights spawn.
They come too close to the fiery Warlock, and they turn to ash, burning away almost as fast as they spawn. The Wizard laughs, a high pitched cackle. She waits it out. The aura of Solar Light will eventually fade. She prepares to throw lofty blasts of Darkness at the Awoken Lightbearer when it does.
Miyu does not wait, though. She comes in close, she does not hang back like she had before. “You are my last obstacle,” She tells the Hive witch through gritted teeth.
Beside her, one of the Fatesmiths rise again. Her enemy’s massive shield regenerates.
The Warlock closes her eyes. The Light within her feels limitless. Her heart, her mind, her soul, it all feels like she could soar. She twists in a lightning-quick movement, and splits Ba-Kuur in half. He’s ashes in the wind once more. Eyes that shine like twin moons narrow in deadly intent. “Your turn,” Miyu says. “Do us all a favor and stay dead.”
The Witch Queen’s daughter does not like that.
She casts jets of chilling Darkness at her opponent, but her opponent does not seem phased.She weaves around the blows, and when Dûl Incaru lands a hit, she does not seem phased. Instead, she tips her sword and twists into the next volley and when she’s cut through that, she aims for the Wizard’s head.
Gaurog rises in the nick of time and sends her flying into a pillar.
She bounces back, fire and flesh made new. She plunges the Daybreak sword into the ground at the Wizard’s feet. Gaurog comes to his master’s aid, and Miyu holds out a hand and lets the fire consume.
It was less annoying when it was three of them, the Wizard thinks, those furious white eyes turn back to her. The Lightbearer glows yellow instead of orange - a different flame, though not any less uncomfortably warm. The Worm inside her constricts and she bites back the scream as it - and she - are destroyed from within by the Light they seek to claim, to destroy, to use to open the gateway.
Next time, The Witch Queen’s daughter thinks as she dies another death. Or the eternity of next times after that. The Curse on this place will again return. Eventually, the Distributary will be theirs.
-/
“Let me see, let me see, let me see!” Tamashii whirls around her frantic and concerned, phasing from side to side as she tries to follow him with her gaze. “Are you ok?” He scans her with a beam.
She nods, silent.
He makes a sound like a sigh. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He thunks into her chest hard. She brings her hands up, cupping him gently against her abdomen. “Letting go. What were you thinking?”
“It was a metaphor?”
“A metaphor? You could have died!”
Miyu laughs, giddy with adrenaline. “Sometimes you have to take a risk?”
Tamashii sighs. “Next thing I know you’ll be spinning a hand cannon and calling yourself a Hunter.”
“Never!” His partner sounds offended. She curls her lip as she peels back her Gauntlets, holds up her hands, flipping them side to side so he can see. “Also, see, I’m fine.”
“Yu-mi… Miyu. You cast… That was the whole - you used the wings, threw the swords - a LOT of swords…” He trails off. “Is this-”
Miyu nods. “I did what I said we were going to do.” She looks at the dingy, grey-tinged halls. “The Speaker - in my vision, he was right. The Light was there, when I was ready to stop being afraid.”
“It’s one thing in the moment,” Tamashii counters. “But now?” How do you feel?”
“Better. More… comfortable.” She smiles fondly. “Ready to go home.”
Tamashii lets her bring him up to eye level, her fingertips warm and gentle against the rounded fins of his shell. “I’m sorry about your sword,” He says. And he means it. About her helm and cannon, too.
“It did what it was meant to do.” A great, blackish blue, starlit expanse opens up in front of them. Their way home. It’s finally, finally over. And they’re both in one piece. "Anyway, Zavala thought it was more political than actual kindness." She shrugs. "And I do have other swords."
"You do," Tamashii agrees. She hums, still gently stroking his fins. "Oh!" He demats from her grasp, as if something's finally gotten through to him. "There's - We got a message."
She straightens. "From who?
"Lilith. Wait,” He says. "This doesn't make sense."
"What?"
"We shouldn't be receiving anything while we're here. I've only seen our comms work when all parties are on one plane or the other."
"That's not possible. She said she was going to do strikes for the Vanguard. She left days ago." Miyu frowns.
"It's-" Tamashii stalls. "They were in the Archology. Her Ghost said they fell through the lower levels, then there was a portal, and-"
His Guardian gets the idea. "Can we get to her from here?"
"I don't think that's how this plane works. We're in a throne world… I think we should inform the Vanguard. If they send in more Guardians, they need to know what's going on."
"Okay," She agrees. "Send them a message and let them know we're coming." He falls silent, but confirms when the message has been sent through the phantasmal space of the dark-infused plane.
They leap through the portal. Miyu's focus isn't on Petra Venj, the Queen's Wrath who is studying her with great scrutiny.
"So?" She inquires tersely, demanding the other Awoken’s attention.
The Warlock straightens, turns her white eyes to meet Petra’s sky blue gaze."It was more of the same. I defeated-"
"Guardian?!"
Miyu stops mid-sentence, turning back to Tamashii.
His body shifts uncomfortably. "I just got another transmission from Nizana. It's an audio file. It's… kind of," He processes, "Hard to make out." The Warlock can feel Petra's brilliant eyes burning holes in the back of her head, she's starting at Miyu. "Sounds like combat. And - wait, this doesn’t sound right..." He wilts, "It ends in screaming."
"Is the timestamp-"
"Recent. In the last twenty minutes."
"Pull the ship from orbit. We can't waste time."
Tamashii flickers away. The Queen’s Wrath coughs.
"They took Sedia again,” Petra informs her, “Roughly forty-five minutes ago. I had hardly taken my eyes off her for an instant."
Miyu's look down. She sighs. "Sedia understands her duty. I'm sorry that my efforts did not help change things."
"The Curse has been repelled. It's as much as we can hope for, for now." Petra shifts her weight to her other hip. Her visage hardly softens but it's obvious she's trying to be considerate. "She had informed me that this was to be your last cycle."
"Yes."
She nods. "I won't keep you, then. Things are right back where they started from." The woman shakes her head, remembering herself and the required diplomacy of her position. "Anyway. We're grateful for your help," The Queen's Wrath offers. "Light go with you, Warlock."
Miyu speaks, her bell-chime voice both soft and proud. She looks Petra in the eye as she nods. "Queen's blessing, Cousin."
Unlike when she'd come here, on a wing and a prayer, full of doubt, she leaves the Dreaming City with purpose. There is no second guessing or doubt, no indecision. What she sought, she'd found. She does not look back.
#destiny fanfiction#oc: miyu#the hive#dûl incaru#commander zavala#oc: lilith#whispers#destiny stories#zavala x oc#collection: phoenix protocol#the shattered throne#titan#the dreaming city#petra venj
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chciałem szepnąć, że brakuje mi ogromnie składu RV, który tutaj był, bo niesamowicie budziły dash, były zabawne, urocze i zwyczajnie cudowne; brakuje mi również Hopsa, który wnosił sobą mnóstwo energii, był takim słoneczkiem, które potrafiło każdego rozbawić i uważam, że jest tutaj taka pustka; brakuje mi również trochę Hyukjae, który był tak fenomenalnie prowadzony, że czasem zwyczajnie brakowało słów; brakuje mi świętego trio, z którego wrócił jedynie Geon (serduszko dla mun, bo jest niesamowicie dobrze stworzony); brakuje mi Woohyuna, ponieważ wszyscy wiemy, że był A+; brakuje mi Taeyeon, cudownej, zabawnej Taeyeon, która była niczym skarb, tej żywej, aktywnej Taeyeon, którą była kiedyś; brakuje mi również starego składu EXO, gdzie każda postać była cudowna, Yixing, Sehun, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, pozostaje nam jedynie LIT Baekhyun, ale… Ale brakuje; tęsknię też za delikatną Chorong, która była jak kwiatuszek; brakuje mi też Juniora i jego ciętych, inteligentnych ripost; cieszę się, że wrócił Xero, bo jego również brakowało; brakuje mi Coriela, boże, jak mi go brakuje; tęsknię za Jisoo; tęsknię też za Hanbinem; boże, ile cudownych osób po prostu znikło;
chciałbym również, aby Somiczek wrócił do nas żywy i zdrowy;
i żeby nie było, że skupiam się na przeszłości, pozostawiam kwiaty dla pań z GEMINI, bo jesteście cudowne, naprawdę, podziwiam to, że macie energię pracować nad tym wszystkim, tak samo dla Daehyuna z waszej wytwórni, chapeau bas;
szanuję ogromnie Jihyun, która niezmiennie wspaniale wręcz lśni na dashu;
Jennie, która jest skarbem i trzeba ją chronić; Namjoon!!! który jest po prostu złotą postacią, kocham na niego patrzeć, cieszę się, że jesteś; Baekhyun, który jest po prostu wieczny; Jinhwan i Bobby, którzy są wysokiej klasy, faktycznie dopracowani, macie u mnie koszyk serduszek; n a j l e p s z y Jeonghan na świecie; Jessi, która po prostu cieszy oczy, bo takiej kobiety z powerem nam tutaj było potrzeba;
oczywiście niesamowita Mio, która kradnie mi serce swoją kreacją; Minki, który ma w sobie mnóstwo uroku i jest taki… beztroski; oczywiście Jae!!! który mógłby ożyć bardziej; nieśmiertelny Minhyuk, którego naprawdę lubię; Sojin!!! i jej mun, która chyba bierze energię na to wszystko z kosmosu;
Aurora, która jest niczym wróżka, delikatna i krucha;
i pewnie cała reszta postaci, których po prostu nie miałem okazji poznać, ale pewnie i tak kiedyś poznam
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Los Angeles, CA based bassist Kevin Chown (CHAD SMITH’S BOMBASTIC MEATBATS, COSMOSQUAD, PAUL GILBERT) has announced that he will be joining former SKID ROW vocalist SEBASTIAN BACH for a fall tour of the U.S. after a 9-year stint with Finnish artist TARJA TURUNEN.
“I’m really looking forward to joining Sebastian and his band once again. He is a good friend and life with Bas is always an adventure. And working with Bobby (Jarzombek) and Brent (Woods) is working with the best of the best. It’ll be nice to finally be doing a U.S. tour again after spending years overseas with TARJA. We’ll be playing the first SKID ROW record in its entirety which I’m sure the fans are gonna totally dig. I’m jumping aboard October 10 in Ramona, CA and finish out the tour from there, ending in Florida in early November.
10/10 – Ramona, CA @ Ramona Mainstage
10/11 – Los Angeles, CA @ Whisky A Go Go
10/12 – Los Angeles, CA @ Whisky A Go Go
10/17 – Roswell, NM @ Liberty Theater
10/18 – Oklahoma City, OK @ Diamond Ballroom
10/19 – Waco, TX @ The Backyard
10/20 – Dallas, TX @ Gas Monkey Bar N’ Grill
10/22 – Houston, TX @ House of Blues
10/23 – San Antonio, TX @ Aztec Theater
10/24 – Corpus Christi, TX @ House of Rock
10/25 – Lafayette, LA @ The District
10/26 – Miramar Beach, FL @ Village Door Music Hall
10/28 – Miami, FL @ KISS Kruise Pre Partye
10/30 – Orlando, FL @ Hard Rock
10/31 – Savannah, GA @ Victory North
11/01 – Ft. Myers, FL @ The Ranch
11/02 – Pinellas Park, FL @ England Brothers Park
Before the BACH tour, Chown is off to Europe for one last show with TARJA opening for EVANESCENCE September 7 in Trnava, Slovakia. Chown appears on the new TARJA album, “In The Raw”, which was released August 30th. “My 9 years with TARJA were a trip in the truest sense of the word. Change is bittersweet. We’ve spent thousands of days together and played many great shows. One of the best bands I’ve ever been in. But, as they say, all good things come to an end and I’m looking forward to doing new things, musically and personally, back in the USA. I will miss my good friends in TARJA and wish them all well on their upcoming tour. I’m sure I’ll be standing on stage with them again one day. I’ll most definitely miss the fans – Tarja truly has some of the greatest, most dedicated fans in the world. I can never thank them enough for all of their love through this adventure.”
In his hometown of Escanaba MI, Chown has started working with TREVOR OHLSEN, an up ‘n coming singer/songwriter. “It’s cool to get involved once again in producing, something that I haven’t had time for since my own “Light the Way” EP. Trev is a great writer and a great performer. It’s super cool to have found someone in my hometown who’s just as crazy as me! I can see many shows into the future with this kid. We have our first show on September 14th here in Escanaba, at the Lakeshore Live Festival in Ludington Park, our first public performance.”
Chown will be back in L.A. at the end of September for a show with acclaimed progressive metal trio, COSMOSQUAD, on the 28th at the Baked Potato. “I haven’t played a gig with Jeff (Kollman) and Shane (Gaalaas) in what seems like forever as we’ve all been touring with different people, including ALAN PARSONS, SLASH, and TARJA in my case. Getting us in the same room the last few years has been a challenge. Which is a shame because COSMOSQUAD is the musical endeavor that I am the most proud of as a musician. If you haven’t heard our latest album, “The Morbid Tango”, yet – have a listen!
Last but not least, Chown makes an appearance on the new THOMAS LANG album, “Progpop”, along with Marc Bonilla, Freddie Nelson, Milan Polak, Francisco di Cosmo, among others. “I first had the pleasure of working with Thomas when we did PAUL GILBERT’s “I Can Destroy” album and tour of Japan. He’s a great friend and truly out of this world – amazing drummer!”
Bassist Kevin Chown Exits TARJA, Joins SEBASTIAN BACH For Fall U.S. Tour Los Angeles, CA based bassist Kevin Chown (CHAD SMITH’S BOMBASTIC MEATBATS, COSMOSQUAD, PAUL GILBERT…
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Spoopy Children Backgrounds
Fa
Real name is Fae
The oldest of the three
10 years old
She was actually born with no eyes, but one thing led to another and
BOOM
She’s got eyes
Two pairs of eyes
And uh... those eyes belong to her friends, Mi and Re who had their eyes taken soooooo
Oops
Fa is definitely the leader of the group.
Abilities
Uses tail as a weapon
Like a whip
Charges like a bull
I mean cmon have you seen those horns?
And she has the best eye sight in the group (duh she’s the only one with eyes-)
Relationships
Only family members that are close to her are her aunt and dad. But since she kinda disappeared they uh •3• they’re gone
Re is like the brother she’s never had. Along with Mi. She loves them and will protect them no matter what. Well, she tries to but then ends up the one being protected.
Personality
Honestly, she’s kind of a bitch. A small, tiny demon bitch. But a bitch all the same.
She can be nice when she wants. Depends on who you are as a person
Talk about anger issues
You know how people say short people are angry because they’re closer to hell? Welp Fa is living proof whEeZe-
Re
Real name is Raymond
The middle child of the three
8 and a half years old
Ya know those pink and orange eyes? Yeah, those are his and he’d like them any time now
Re is the fighter of the group. Like a guard dog. Heh, I’ll get into that in a second
Abilities
He can transform into this demon like dog thing? I will draw it later
He’s basically a ghost so he can float and go through things
But he can’t really fly that high
The best he can do it the top of a two story house
Transparent-like particals just... float off his body
He sees everything in black and white
“Everything looks like a poopy old movie.”
He’s blue da ba dee da ba da
Relationships
His family was a very loving bunch. Too back he got kidnapped and got put into some fucked up testing *le shrug*
Is like an overprotective brother over Mi, and holds some romantic feelings for Fa. The boy’s trying. And failing.
Personality
He’s pretty laid back. He’s the go with the flow kind of guy. Hey you’re bleeding? Well everyone bleeds. Re can get hella stern out of no where too. You want to take a walk? Well tOO FUCKING BAD BECAUSE IT’S DARK OUT
Mi
Real name is Mina
The youngest of the trio
7 years old
Unlike Re who had his eyes brutally scratched out, her’s were carefully removed. Not like it didn’t hurt in the end tho
Her eyes are the green ones Fa has
Oh, she’s a fairy by the way. Like, a broken fairy
Abilities
She’s blind as fuck. It’s just... nothing. No lights, no shadows.
Nothing
She depends on her other senses to guide her
But she’s young so she often bumps and slams into things
You thought those wings were useful?
Meh, the highest she can go to is a 3 story house, but that’s when she tries
She is okay with hovering and flying near the ground
Just don’t wear her out or else her wings will hurt hella badly
She’s got a little crown awe
She’s always crying
Even when she’s not sad she’s trying
She’s...
Leaking
Someone give this poor child a handkerchief
Relationships
Has only lived with her cousin. And they were quite distant. So Mi is very clingy to the people she “befriends”
She kidnaps people and just... talks their ear off before finding them “boring” when they run out of stories and just... leaves them to rot
Definitely the darkest one out of the trio
But Re and Fa don’t need to know :)
She cares for Re and Fa a lot, but wouldn’t go as far as to sacrifice herself for them
Call it whatever you want, but Mi is trying to survive. When you’re cute, ya gotta protect yourself
Personality
She’s surprisingly shy
Like holy shit
“Um... hi there mister spider.”
She wont put her foot down even when she knows she’s in the right.
She doesn’t like being yelled at so she just stands there and takes the verbal hit to her ego
Maybe that’s why she’s always crying?
Shes kinda like the witch in left 4 dead
Mi will probably have a innocent like facade on until you get her pissed or sad
Mi is manipulative too. She’s just... kinda evil
But she’s a good kid. She just needs a little guidance
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Tegoroczne nanowrimo to jakaś porażka
Nigdy więcej podchodzenia do tego na yolo – bo tu tkwi źródło problemu. Ciężko pisać bez planów, bez rozpiski, bez kształtu, mając w głowie tylko oderwane strzępki epizodycznych scenek i w ogóle rozkminiając postaci dopiero trzeciego listopada. Moje zeszłoroczne trio, z którym rozbiłam bank już 22-go listopada, śmieje się z tegorocznego kwartetu, który ledwie dociągnął do mety, w dodatku wspomagany łataniem starych opków i pirackimi fanfikami pisanymi upośledzoną angielszczyzną. Aż mam ochotę zrobić na ten temat jakiś rysunek. Okej, w zeszłym roku też łatałam projektami pobocznymi, ale jakieś 90% to był jednak tekst główny, nawet jeśli pisane fragmenty były porozrzucane fabularnie po planowanej całości.
Ba, nawet scena, od której wziął się sam pomysł na całość, nie została napisana, bo nie bardzo wiem, co z nią zrobić. Jedyne, co mi idzie gładko, to dialogi, ale one biegną w totalnie nieprzewidzianych kierunkach, co czyni je na dłuższą metę niepotrzebnymi. Totalnie doceniam udzieloną mi radę, żeby dialogi, przy moim nastawieniu, poprawiać na końcu, kiedy już cała reszta jest na miejscu.
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The 60th Grammy Awards nominations announced
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The 60th Grammy Awards nominations were announced earlier today. And by far, Jay Z leads the way with eight noms. Kendrick Lamar follows with seven, Bruno Mars with six and Childish Gambino (aka Donald Glover), SZA, Khalid and music producer No I.D. scored five each.
The Grammys will air live from New York’s Madison Square Garden, come January 27, 2018. On what channel in India, is not known at this point.
Here are the big four categories everyone has their eyes on...
Record Of The Year
“Redbone” — Childish Gambino
“Despacito” — Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee Featuring Justin Bieber
“The Story Of O.J.” — Jay-Z
“HUMBLE.” — Kendrick Lamar
“24K Magic” — Bruno Mars
Album Of The Year
“Awaken, My Love!” — Childish Gambino
4:44 — Jay-Z
DAMN. — Kendrick Lamar
Melodrama — Lorde
24K Magic — Bruno Mars
Song of The Year
“Despacito” — Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee Featuring Justin Bieber
“4:44” — Jay-Z
“Issues” — Julia Michaels
“1-800-273-8255” — Logic Featuring Alessia Cara & Khalid
“That’s What I Like” — Bruno Mars
Best New Artist
Alessia Cara
Khalid
Lil Uzi Vert
Julia Michaels
SZA
Here is the remaining list of nominees for the 60th Grammy Awards:
Best Pop Solo Performance:
“Love So Soft” — Kelly Clarkson
“Praying” — Kesha
“Million Reasons” — Lady Gaga
“What About Us” — P!nk
“Shape Of You” — Ed Sheeran
Best Pop Duo/Group Performance:
“Something Just Like This” — The Chainsmokers & Coldplay
“Despacito” — Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee Featuring Justin Bieber
“Thunder” — Imagine Dragons
“Feel It Still” — Portugal. The Man
“Stay” — Zedd & Alessia Cara
Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album:
Nobody But Me (Deluxe Version) — Michael Bublé
Triplicate — Bob Dylan
In Full Swing — Seth MacFarlane
Wonderland — Sarah McLachlan
Tony Bennett Celebrates 90 — (Various Artists) Dae Bennett, Producer
Best Pop Vocal Album:
Kaleidoscope EP — Coldplay
Lust For Life — Lana Del Rey
Evolve — Imagine Dragons
Rainbow — Kesha
Joanne — Lady Gaga
÷ (Divide) — Ed Sheeran
Best Dance Recording:
“Bambro Koyo Ganda” — Bonobo Featuring Innov Gnawa
“Cola” — Camelphat & Elderbrook
“Andromeda” — Gorillaz Featuring DRAM
“Tonite” — LCD Soundsystem
“Line Of Sight” — Odesza Featuring WYNNE & Mansionair
Best Dance/Electronic Album:
Migration — Bonobo
3-D The Catalogue — Kraftwerk
Mura Masa — Mura Masa
A Moment Apart — Odesza
What Now — Sylvan Esso
Best Contemporary Instrumental Album:
What If — The Jerry Douglas Band
Spirit — Alex Han
Mount Royal — Julian Lage & Chris Eldridge
Prototype — Jeff Lorber Fusion
Bad Hombre — Antonio Sanchez
Best Rock Performance:
“You Want It Darker” — Leonard Cohen
“The Promise” — Chris Cornell
“Run” — Foo Fighters
“No Good” — Kaleo
“Go To War” — Nothing More
Best Metal Performance:
“Invisible Enemy” — August Burns Red
“Black Hoodie” — Body Count
“Forever” — Code Orange
“Sultan’s Curse” — Mastodon
“Clockworks” — Meshuggah
Best Rock Song:
“Atlas, Rise!” — James Hetfield & Lars Ulrich, songwriters (Metallica)
“Blood In The Cut” — JT Daly & Kristine Flaherty, songwriters (K.Flay)
“Go To War” — Ben Anderson, Jonny Hawkins, Will Hoffman, Daniel Oliver, David Pramik & Mark Vollelunga, songwriters (Nothing More)
“Run” — Foo Fighters, songwriters (Foo Fighters)
“The Stage” — Zachary Baker, Brian Haner, Matthew Sanders, Jonathan Seward & Brooks Wackerman, songwriters (Avenged Sevenfold)
Best Rock Album:
Emperor Of Sand — Mastodon
Hardwired…To Self-Destruct — Metallica
The Stories We Tell Ourselves — Nothing More
Villains — Queens Of The Stone Age
A Deeper Understanding — The War On Drugs
Best Alternative Music Album:
Everything Now — Arcade Fire
Humanz — Gorillaz
American Dream — LCD Soundsystem
Pure Comedy — Father John Misty
Sleep Well Beast — The National
Best R&B Performance:
“Get You” — Daniel Caesar Featuring Kali Uchis
“Distraction” — Kehlani
“High” — Ledisi
“That’s What I Like” — Bruno Mars
“The Weekend” — SZA
Best Traditional R&B Performance:
“Laugh And Move On” — The Baylor Project
“Redbone” — Childish Gambino
“What I’m Feelin'” — Anthony Hamilton Featuring The Hamiltones|
“All The Way” — Ledisi
“Still” — Mali Music
Best R&B Song:
“First Began” — PJ Morton, songwriter (PJ Morton)
“Location” — Alfredo Gonzalez, Olatunji Ige, Samuel David Jiminez, Christopher McClenney, Khalid Robinson & Joshua Scruggs, songwriters (Khalid)
“Redbone” — Donald Glover & Ludwig Goransson, songwriters (Childish Gambino)
“Supermodel” — Tyran Donaldson, Terrence Henderson, Greg Landfair Jr., Solana Rowe & Pharrell Williams, songwriters (SZA)
“That’s What I Like” — Christopher Brody Brown, James Fauntleroy, Philip Lawrence, Bruno Mars, Ray Charles McCullough II, Jeremy Reeves, Ray Romulus & Jonathan Yip, songwriters (Bruno Mars)
Best Urban Contemporary Album:
Free 6LACK — 6LACK
“Awaken, My Love!” — Childish Gambino
American Teen — Khalid
Ctrl — SZA
Starboy — The Weeknd
Best R&B Album:
Freudian — Daniel Caesar
Let Love Rule — Ledisi
24K Magic — Bruno Mars
Gumbo — PJ Morton
Feel The Real –Musiq Soulchild
Best Rap Performance:
“Bounce Back” — Big Sean
“Bodak Yellow” — Cardi B
“4:44” — Jay-Z
“HUMBLE.” — Kendrick Lamar
“Bad And Boujee” — Migos Featuring Lil Uzi Vert
Best Rap/Sung Performance:
“PRBLMS” — 6LACK
“Crew” — Goldlink Featuring Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy
“Family Feud” — Jay-Z Featuring Beyoncé
“LOYALTY.” — Kendrick Lamar Featuring Rihanna
“Love Galore” — SZA Featuring Travis Scott
Best Rap Song:
“Bodak Yellow” — Dieuson Octave, Klenord Raphael, Shaftizm, Jordan Thorpe, Washpoppin & J White, songwriters (Cardi B)
“Chase Me” — Judah Bauer, Brian Burton, Hector Delgado, Jaime Meline, Antwan Patton, Michael Render, Russell Simins & Jon Spencer,
songwriters (Danger Mouse Featuring Run The Jewels & Big Boi)
“HUMBLE.” — Duckworth, Asheton Hogan & M. Williams II, songwriters (Kendrick Lamar)
“Sassy” — Gabouer & M. Evans, songwriters (Rapsody)
“The Story Of O.J.” — Shawn Carter & Dion Wilson, songwriters (Jay-Z)
Best Rap Album:
4:44 — Jay-Z
DAMN. — Kendrick Lamar
Culture — Migos
Laila’s Wisdom — Rapsody
Flower Boy — Tyler, The Creator
Best Country Solo Performance:
“Body Like A Back Road” — Sam Hunt
“Losing You: –Alison Krauss
“Tin Man” — Miranda Lambert
“I Could Use A Love Song” — Maren Morris
“Either Way” — Chris Stapleton
Best Country Duo/Group Performance:
“It Ain’t My Fault” — Brothers Osborne
“My Old Man” — Zac Brown Band
“You Look Good” — Lady Antebellum
“Better Man” — Little Big Town
“Drinkin’ Problem” — Midland
Best Country Song:
“Better Man” — Taylor Swift, songwriter (Little Big Town)
“Body Like A Back Road” — Zach Crowell, Sam Hunt, Shane McAnally & Josh Osborne, songwriters (Sam Hunt)
“Broken Halos” — Mike Henderson & Chris Stapleton, songwriters (Chris Stapleton)
“Drinkin’ Problem” — Jess Carson, Cameron Duddy, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne & Mark Wystrach, songwriters (Midland)
“Tin Man” — Jack Ingram, Miranda Lambert & Jon Randall, songwriters (Miranda Lambert)
Best Country Album:
Cosmic Hallelujah — Kenny Chesney
Heart Break — Lady Antebellum
The Breaker — Little Big Town
Life Changes — Thomas Rhett
From A Room: Volume 1 — Chris Stapleton
Best New Age Album:
Reflection — Brian Eno
SongVersation: Medicine — India.Arie
Dancing On Water — Peter Kater
Sacred Journey Of Ku-Kai, Volume 5 — Kitaro
Spiral Revelation — Steve Roach
Best Improvised Jazz Solo:
“Can’t Remember Why” — Sara Caswell, soloist
“Dance Of Shiva” — Billy Childs, soloist
“Whisper Not” — Fred Hersch, soloist
“Miles Beyond” — John McLaughlin, soloist
“Ilimba” — Chris Potter, soloist
Best Jazz Vocal Album:
The Journey — The Baylor Project
A Social Call — Jazzmeia Horn
Bad Ass And Blind — Raul Midón
Porter Plays Porter — Randy Porter Trio With Nancy King
Dreams And Daggers — Cécile McLorin Salvant
Best Jazz Instrumental Album:
Uptown, Downtown — Bill Charlap Trio
Rebirth — Billy Childs
Project Freedom –Joey DeFrancesco & The People
Open Book — Fred Hersch
The Dreamer Is The Dream — Chris Potter
Best Large Jazz Ensemble Album:
MONK’estra Vol. 2 — John Beasley
Jigsaw — Alan Ferber Big Band
Bringin’ It — Christian McBride Big Band
Homecoming — Vince Mendoza & WDR Big Band Cologne
Whispers On The Wind — Chuck Owen And The Jazz Surge
Best Latin Jazz Album:
Hybrido – From Rio To Wayne Shorter — Antonio Adolfo
Oddara — Jane Bunnett & Maqueque
Outra Coisa – The Music Of Moacir Santos — Anat Cohen & Marcello Gonçalves
Típico — Miguel Zenón
Jazz Tango — Pablo Ziegler Trio
Best Gospel Performance/Song:
“Too Hard Not To” — Tina Campbell
“You Deserve It” — JJ Hairston & Youthful Praise Featuring Bishop Cortez Vaughn
“Better Days” — Le’Andria
“My Life” — The Walls Group
“Never Have To Be Alone” — CeCe Winans
Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song:
“Oh My Soul” — Casting Crowns
“Clean” — Natalie Grant
“What A Beautiful Name” — Hillsong Worship
“Even If” — MercyMe
“Hills And Valleys” — Tauren Wells
Best Gospel Album:
Crossover: Live From Music City — Travis Greene
Bigger Than Me — Le’Andria
Close — Marvin Sapp
Sunday Song — Anita Wilson
Let Them Fall In Love — CeCe Winans
Best Contemporary Christian Music Album:
Rise — Danny Gokey
Echoes (Deluxe Edition) — Matt Maher
Lifer — MercyMe
Hills And Valleys — Tauren Wells
Chain Breaker — Zach Williams
Best Roots Gospel Album:
The Best Of The Collingsworth Family – Volume 1 — The Collingsworth Family
Give Me Jesus — Larry Cordle
Resurrection — Joseph Habedank
Sing It Now: Songs Of Faith & Hope — Reba McEntire
Hope For All Nations — Karen Peck & New River
Best Latin Pop Album:
Lo Único Constante — Alex Cuba
Mis Planes Son Amarte — Juanes
Amar Y Vivir En Vivo Desde La Ciudad De México, 2017 — La Santa Cecilia
Musas (Un Homenaje Al Folclore Latinoamericano En Manos De Los Macorinos) — Natalia Lafourcade
El Dorado — Shakira
Best Latin Rock, Urban or Alternative Album:
Ayo — Bomba Estéreo
Pa’ Fuera — C4 Trío & Desorden Público
Salvavidas De Hielo — Jorge Drexler
El Paradise — Los Amigos Invisibles
Residente — Residente
Best Regional Mexican Music Album (Including Tejano):
Ni Diablo Ni Santo — Julión Álvarez Y Su Norteño Banda
Ayer Y Hoy — Banda El Recodo De Cruz Lizárraga
Momentos — Alex Campos
Arriero Somos Versiones Acústicas — Aida Cuevas
Zapateando En El Norte — Humberto Novoa, producer (Various Artists)
Best Tropical Latin Album:
Albita — Albita
Art Of The Arrangement — Doug Beavers
Salsa Big Band — Rubén Blades Con Roberto Delgado & Orquesta
Gente Valiente — Silvestre Dangond
Indestructible — Diego El Cigala
Best American Roots Performance:
Killer Diller Blues — Alabama Shakes
Let My Mother Live — Blind Boys Of Alabama
Arkansas Farmboy — Glen Campbell
Steer Your Way — Leonard Cohen
I Never Cared For You — Alison Krauss
Best American Roots Song:
“Cumberland Gap” — David Rawlings
“I Wish You Well” — The Mavericks
“If We Were Vampires” — Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit
“It Ain’t Over Yet” — Rodney Crowell Featuring Rosanne Cash & John Paul White
“My Only True Friend” –Gregg Allman
Best Americana Album:
Southern Blood — Gregg Allman
Shine On Rainy Day — Brent Cobb
Beast Epic — Iron & Wine
The Nashville Sound — Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit
Brand New Day — The Mavericks
Best Bluegrass Album:
Fiddler’s Dream — Michael Cleveland
Laws Of Gravity — The Infamous Stringdusters
Original — Bobby Osborne
Universal Favorite — Noam Pikelny
All The Rage – In Concert Volume One [Live] — Rhonda Vincent And The Rage
Best Traditional Blues Album:
Migration Blues — Eric Bibb
Elvin Bishop’s Big Fun Trio — Elvin Bishop’s Big Fun Trio
Roll And Tumble — R.L. Boyce
Sonny & Brownie’s Last Train — Guy Davis & Fabrizio Poggi
Blue & Lonesome — The Rolling Stones
Best Contemporary Blues Album:
Robert Cray & Hi Rhythm — Robert Cray & Hi Rhythm
Recorded Live In Lafayette — Sonny Landreth
TajMo — Taj Mahal & Keb’ Mo’
Got Soul — Robert Randolph & The Family Band
Live From The Fox Oakland — Tedeschi Trucks Band
Best Folk Album:
Mental Illness — Aimee Mann
Semper Femina — Laura Marling
The Queen Of Hearts — Offa Rex
You Don’t Own Me Anymore — The Secret Sisters
The Laughing Apple — Yusuf / Cat Stevens
Best Regional Roots Music Album:
Top Of The Mountain — Dwayne Dopsie And The Zydeco Hellraisers
Ho’okena 3.0 — Ho’okena
Kalenda — Lost Bayou Ramblers
Miyo Kekisepa, Make A Stand [Live] — Northern Cree
Pua Kiele — Josh Tatofi
Best Reggae Album:
Chronology — Chronixx
Lost In Paradise — Common Kings
Wash House Ting — J Boog
Stony Hill — Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley
Avrakedabra — Morgan Heritage
Best World Music Album:
Memoria De Los Sentidos — Vicente Amigo
Para Mi — Buika
Rosa Dos Ventos — Anat Cohen & Trio Brasileiro
Shaka Zulu Revisited: 30th Anniversary Celebration — Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Elwan — Tinariwen
Best Children’s Album:
Brighter Side — Gustafer Yellowgold
Feel What U Feel — Lisa Loeb
Lemonade — Justin Roberts
Rise Shine #Woke — Alphabet Rockers
Songs Of Peace & Love For Kids & Parents Around The World — Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Best Spoken Word Album (Includes Poetry, Audio Books & Storytelling):
Astrophysics For People In A Hurry — Neil Degrasse Tyson
Born To Run — Bruce Springsteen
Confessions Of A Serial Songwriter — Shelly Peiken
Our Revolution: A Future to Believe In (Bernie Sanders) — Bernie Sanders And Mark Ruffalo
The Princess Diarist — Carrie Fisher
Best Comedy Album:
The Age Of Spin & Deep In The Heart Of Texas — Dave Chappelle
Cinco — Jim Gaffigan
Jerry Before Seinfeld — Jerry Seinfeld
A Speck Of Dust — Sarah Silverman
What Now? — Kevin Hart
Best Musical Theater Album:
Come From Away — Ian Eisendrath, August Eriksmoen, David Hein, David Lai & Irene Sankoff, producers; David Hein & Irene Sankoff, composers/lyricists (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
Dear Evan Hansen — Ben Platt, principal soloist; Alex Lacamoire, Stacey Mindich, Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, producers; Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, composers/lyricists (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
Hello, Dolly! — Bette Midler, principal soloist; Steven Epstein, producer (Jerry Herman, composer & lyricist) (New Broadway Cast Recording)
Best Compilation Soundtrack For Visual Media:
Baby Driver — (Various Artists)
Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2: Awesome Mix Vol. 2 — (Various Artists)
Hidden Figures: The Album — (Various Artists)
La La Land — (Various Artists)
Moana: The Songs — (Various Artists)
Best Score Soundtrack For Visual Media:
Arrival — Jóhann Jóhannsson, composer
Dunkirk — Hans Zimmer, composer
Game Of Thrones: Season 7 — Ramin Djawadi, composer
Hidden Figures — Benjamin Wallfisch, Pharrell Williams & Hans Zimmer, composers
La La Land — Justin Hurwitz, composer
Best Song Written For Visual Media:
“City Of Stars” — Justin Hurwitz, Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, songwriters (Ryan Gosling & Emma Stone)
“How Far I’ll Go” — Lin-Manuel Miranda, songwriter (Auli’i Cravalho)
“I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (‘Fifty Shades Darker’)” — Jack Antonoff, Sam Dew & Taylor Swift, songwriters (Zayn & Taylor Swift)
“Never Give Up” — Sia Furler & Greg Kurstin, songwriters (Sia)
“Stand Up For Something” — Common & Diane Warren, songwriters (Andra Day Featuring Common)
Best Instrumental Composition:
“Alkaline” — Pascal Le Boeuf, composer (Le Boeuf Brothers & JACK Quartet)
“Choros #3” — Vince Mendoza, composer (Vince Mendoza & WDR Big Band Cologne)
“Home Free (For Peter Joe)” — Nate Smith, composer (Nate Smith)
“Three Revolutions” — Arturo O’Farrill, composer (Arturo O’Farrill & Chucho Valdés)
“Warped Cowboy” — Chuck Owen, composer (Chuck Owen And The Jazz Surge)
Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Cappella:
“All Hat, No Saddle” — Chuck Owen, arranger (Chuck Owen And The Jazz Surge)
“Escapades For Alto Saxophone And Orchestra From Catch Me If You Can” — John Williams, arranger (John Williams)
“Home Free (For Peter Joe)” — Nate Smith, arranger (Nate Smith)
“Ugly Beauty/Pannonica” — John Beasley, arranger (John Beasley)
“White Christmas” — Chris Walden, arranger (Herb Alpert)
Best Arrangement, Instruments and Vocals:
“Another Day Of Sun” — Justin Hurwitz, arranger (La La Land Cast)
“Every Time We Say Goodbye” — Jorge Calandrelli, arranger (Clint Holmes Featuring Jane Monheit)
“I Like Myself” — Joel McNeely, arranger (Seth MacFarlane)
“I Loves You Porgy/There’s A Boat That’s Leavin’ Soon For New York” — Shelly Berg, Gregg Field, Gordon Goodwin & Clint Holmes, arrangers (Clint Holmes Featuring Dee Dee Bridgewater And The Count Basie Orchestra)
“Putin” — Randy Newman, arranger (Randy Newman)
Best Recording Package:
El Orisha De La Rosa — Claudio Roncoli & Cactus Taller, art directors (Magín Díaz)
Mura Masa — Alex Crossan & Matt De Jong, art directors (Mura Masa)
Pure Comedy (Deluxe Edition) — Sasha Barr, Ed Steed & Josh Tillman, art directors (Father John Misty)
Sleep Well Beast — Elyanna Blaser-Gould, Luke Hayman & Andrea Trabucco-Campos, art directors (The National)
Solid State — Gail Marowitz, art director (Jonathan Coulton)
Best Boxed Or Special Limited Edition Package:
Bobo Yeye: Belle Epoque In Upper Volta — Tim Breen, art director (Various Artists)
Lovely Creatures: The Best Of Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds (1984 – 2014) — Tom Hingston, art director (Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds)
May 1977: Get Shown The Light — Masaki Koike, art director (Grateful Dead)
The Voyager Golden Record: 40th Anniversary Edition — Lawrence Azerrad, Timothy Daly & David Pescovitz, art directors (Various Artists)
Warfaring Strangers: Acid Nightmares — Tim Breen, Benjamin Marra & Ken Shipley, art directors (Various Artists)
Best Album Notes:
Arthur Q. Smith: The Trouble With The Truth — Wayne Bledsoe & Bradley Reeves, album notes writers (Various Artists)
Big Bend Killing: The Appalachian Ballad Tradition — Ted Olson, album notes writer (Various Artists)
The Complete Piano Works Of Scott Joplin — Bryan S. Wright, album notes writer (Richard Dowling)
Edouard-Léon Scott De Martinville, Inventor Of Sound Recording: A Bicentennial Tribute — David Giovannoni, album notes writer (Various Artists)
Live At The Whisky A Go Go: The Complete Recordings — Lynell George, album notes writer (Otis Redding)
Washington Phillips And His Manzarene Dreams — Michael Corcoran, album notes writer (Washington Phillips)
Best Historical Album:
Bobo Yeye: Belle Epoque In Upper Volta — Jon Kirby, Florent Mazzoleni, Rob Sevier & Ken Shipley, compilation producers; Jeff Lipton & Maria Rice, mastering engineers (Various Artists)
The Goldberg Variations – The Complete Unreleased Recording Sessions June 1955 — Robert Russ, compilation producer; Matthias Erb, Martin Kistner & Andreas K. Meyer, mastering engineers (Glenn Gould)
Leonard Bernstein – The Composer — Robert Russ, compilation producer; Martin Kistner & Andreas K. Meyer, mastering engineers (Leonard Bernstein)
Sweet As Broken Dates: Lost Somali Tapes From The Horn Of Africa — Nicolas Sheikholeslami & Vik Sohonie, compilation producers; Michael Graves, mastering engineer (Various Artists)
Washington Phillips And His Manzarene Dreams — Michael Corcoran, April G. Ledbetter & Steven Lance Ledbetter, compilation producers; Michael Graves, mastering engineer (Washington Phillips)
Best Engineered Album, Non-Classical:
Every Where Is Some Where — Brent Arrowood, Miles Comaskey, JT Daly, Tommy English, Kristine Flaherty, Adam Hawkins, Chad Howat & Tony Maserati, engineers; Joe LaPorta, mastering engineer (K.Flay)
Is This The Life We Really Want? — Nigel Godrich, Sam Petts-Davies & Darrell Thorp, engineers; Bob Ludwig, mastering engineer (Roger Waters)
Natural Conclusion — Ryan Freeland, engineer; Joao Carvalho, mastering engineer (Rose Cousins)
No Shape — Shawn Everett & Joseph Lorge, engineers; Patricia Sullivan, mastering engineer (Perfume Genius)
24K Magic — Serban Ghenea, John Hanes & Charles Moniz, engineers; Tom Coyne, mastering engineer (Bruno Mars)
Producer Of The Year, Non-Classical:
Calvin Harris
Greg Kurstin
Blake Mills
No I.D.
The Stereotypes
Best Remixed Recording:
“Can’t Let You Go (Louie Vega Roots Mix)” — Louie Vega, remixer (Loleatta Holloway)
“Funk O’ De Funk (SMLE Remix)” — SMLE, remixers (Bobby Rush)
“Undercover (Adventure Club Remix)” — Leighton James & Christian Srigley, remixers (Kehlani)
“A Violent Noise (Four Tet Remix)” — Four Tet, remixer (The xx)
“You Move (Latroit Remix)” — Dennis White, remixer (Depeche Mode)
Best Surround Sound Album:
Early Americans — Jim Anderson, surround mix engineer; Darcy Proper, surround mastering engineer; Jim Anderson & Jane Ira Bloom, surround producers (Jane Ira Bloom)
Kleiberg: Mass For Modern Man — Morten Lindberg, surround mix engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround mastering engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround producer (Eivind Gullberg Jensen & Trondheim Symphony Orchestra And Choir)
So Is My Love — Morten Lindberg, surround mix engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround mastering engineer; Morten Lindberg, surround producer (Nina T. Karlsen & Ensemble 96)
3-D The Catalogue — Fritz Hilpert, surround mix engineer; Tom Ammermann, surround mastering engineer; Fritz Hilpert, surround producer (Kraftwerk)
Tyberg: Masses — Jesse Brayman, surround mix engineer; Jesse Brayman, surround mastering engineer; Blanton Alspaugh, surround producer (Brian A. Schmidt, Christopher Jacobson & South Dakota Chorale)
Best Engineered Album, Classical:
Danielpour: Songs Of Solitude & War Songs — Gary Call, engineer (Thomas Hampson, Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony)
Kleiberg: Mass For Modern Man — Morten Lindberg, engineer (Eivind Gullberg Jensen, Trondheim Vokalensemble & Trondheim Symphony Orchestra)
Schoenberg, Adam: American Symphony; Finding Rothko; Picture Studies — Keith O. Johnson & Sean Royce Martin, engineers (Michael Stern & Kansas City Symphony)
Shostakovich: Symphony No. 5; Barber: Adagio — Mark Donahue, engineer (Manfred Honeck & Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra)
Tyberg: Masses — John Newton, engineer; Jesse Brayman, mastering engineer (Brian A. Schmidt, Christopher Jacobson & South Dakota Chorale)
Producer Of The Year, Classical:
Blanton Alspaugh
Manfred Eicher
David Frost
Morten Lindberg
Judith Sherman
Best Music Video:
“Up All Night” — Beck
“Makeba” — Jain
“The Story Of O.J.” — Jay-Z
“Humble.” — Kendrick Lamar
“1-800-273-8255” — Logic Featuring Alessia Cara & Khalid
Best Music Film:
“One More Time With Feeling” — Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
“Long Strange Trip” — (The Grateful Dead)
The Defiant Ones — (Various Artists)
“Soundbreaking” — (Various Artists)
Two Trains Runnin’ — (Various Artists)
Best Orchestral Performance:
Concertos For Orchestra — Louis Langrée, conductor (Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra)
Copland: Symphony No. 3; Three Latin American Sketches — Leonard Slatkin, conductor (Detroit Symphony Orchestra)
Debussy: Images; Jeux & La Plus Que Lente — Michael Tilson Thomas, conductor (San Francisco Symphony)
Mahler: Symphony No. 5 — Osmo Vänskä, conductor (Minnesota Orchestra)
Shostakovich: Symphony No. 5; Barber: Adagio — Manfred Honeck, conductor (Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra)
Best Opera Recording:
Berg: Lulu — Lothar Koenigs, conductor; Daniel Brenna, Marlis Petersen & Johan Reuter; Jay David Saks, producer (The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra)
Berg: Wozzeck — Hans Graf, conductor; Anne Schwanewilms & Roman Trekel; Hans Graf, producer (Houston Symphony; Chorus Of Students And Alumni, Shepherd School Of Music, Rice University & Houston Grand Opera Children’s Chorus)
Bizet: Les Pêcheurs De Perles — Gianandrea Noseda, conductor; Diana Damrau, Mariusz Kwiecień, Matthew Polenzani & Nicolas Testé; Jay David Saks, producer (The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra; The Metropolitan Opera Chorus)
Handel: Ottone — George Petrou, conductor; Max Emanuel Cencic & Lauren Snouffer; Jacob Händel, producer (Il Pomo D’Oro)
Rimsky-Korsakov: The Golden Cockerel — Valery Gergiev, conductor; Vladimir Feliauer, Aida Garifullina & Kira Loginova; Ilya Petrov, producer (Mariinsky Orchestra; Mariinsky Chorus)
Best Choral Performance:
Bryars: The Fifth Century — Donald Nally, conductor (PRISM Quartet; The Crossing)
Handel: Messiah — Andrew Davis, conductor; Noel Edison, chorus master (Elizabeth DeShong, John Relyea, Andrew Staples & Erin Wall; Toronto Symphony Orchestra; Toronto Mendelssohn Choir)
Mansurian: Requiem — Alexander Liebreich, conductor; Florian Helgath, chorus master (Anja Petersen & Andrew Redmond; Münchener Kammerorchester; RIAS Kammerchor)
Music Of The Spheres — Nigel Short, conductor (Tenebrae)
Tyberg: Masses — Brian A. Schmidt, conductor (Christopher Jacobson; South Dakota Chorale)
Best Chamber Music/Small Ensemble Performance:
Buxtehude: Trio Sonatas, Op. 1 — Arcangelo
Death & The Maiden — Patricia Kopatchinskaja & The Saint Paul Chamber Orchestra
Divine Theatre – Sacred Motets By Giaches De Wert — Stile Antico
Franck, Kurtág, Previn & Schumann — Joyce Yang & Augustin Hadelich
Martha Argerich & Friends – Live From Lugano 2016 — Martha Argerich & Various Artists
Best Classical Instrumental Solo:
Bach: The French Suites — Murray Perahia
Haydn: Cello Concertos — Steven Isserlis; Florian Donderer, conductor (The Deutsch Kammerphilharmonie Bremen)
Levina: The Piano Concertos — Maria Lettberg; Ariane Matiakh, conductor (Rundfunk-Sinfonieorchester Berlin)
Shostakovich: Violin Concertos Nos. 1 & 2 — Frank Peter Zimmermann; Alan Gilbert, conductor (NDR Elbphilharmonie Orchester)
Transcendental — Daniil Trifonov
Best Classical Solo Vocal Album:
Bach & Telemann: Sacred Cantatas — Philippe Jaroussky; Petra Müllejans, conductor (Ann-Kathrin Brüggemann & Juan de la Rubia; Freiburger Barockorchester)
Crazy Girl Crazy – Music By Gershwin, Berg & Berio — Barbara Hannigan (Orchestra Ludwig)
Gods & Monsters — Nicholas Phan; Myra Huang, accompanist
In War & Peace – Harmony Through Music — Joyce DiDonato; Maxim Emelyanychev, conductor (Il Pomo D’Oro)
Sviridov: Russia Cast Adrift — Dmitri Hvorostovsky; Constantine Orbelian, conductor (St. Petersburg State Symphony Orchestra & Style Of Five Ensemble)
Best Classical Compendium:
Barbara — Alexandre Tharaud; Cécile Lenoir, producer
Higdon: All Things Majestic, Viola Concerto & Oboe Concerto — Giancarlo Guerrero, conductor; Tim Handley, producer
Kurtág: Complete Works For Ensemble & Choir — Reinbert de Leeuw, conductor; Guido Tichelman, producer
Les Routes De L’Esclavage — Jordi Savall, conductor; Benjamin Bleton, producer
Mademoiselle: Première Audience – Unknown Music Of Nadia Boulanger — Lucy Mauro; Lucy Mauro, producer
Best Contemporary Classical Composition:
Danielpour: Songs Of Solitude — Thomas Hampson, Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony
Higdon: Viola Concerto — Roberto Díaz, Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony
Mansurian: Requiem —Alexander Liebreich, Florian Helgath, RIAS Kammerchor & Münchener Kammerorchester
Schoenberg, Adam: Picture Studies —Michael Stern & Kansas City Symphony
Zhou Tian: Concerto For Orchestra —Louis Langrée & Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra
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E/ não/ de a/gres/te a/ve/na ou/ frau/ta/ ru//da,
Mas/ de/ tu/ba/ ca/no/ra e/ be/li/co//sa,
Que o/ pei/to a/cen/de e a/ cor/ ao/ ges/to/ mu//da;
Dai/-me i/gual/ can/to aos/ fei/tos/ da/ fa/mo//sa
Gen/te/ vo/ssa,/ que a/ Mar/te/ tan/to a/ju//da:
Que/ se es/pa/lhe e/ se/ can/te/ no u/ni/ver//so,
Se/ tão/ su/bli/me/ pre/ço/ ca/be em/ ver//so.
E /vós/ , ó/ bem/ na/sci/da/ se/gu/ran//ça
Da/ lu/si/ta/na an/ti/ga/ li/ber/da//de,
E/ não/ me/nos/ cer/tí/ssi/ma es/pe/ran//ça
De au/men/to/ da/ pe/que/na/ cris/tan/da/de,
Vós/ , ó/ no/vo/ te/mor/ da/ mau/ra/ lan//ça,
Ma/ra/vi/lha/ fa/tal/ da/ no/ssa i/da//de,
Da/da ao/ mu/ndo/ por/ Deus/ ,que /to/do o/ man//de
Pa/ra/ do/ mun/do a/ Deus/ dar/ par/te/ gran//de);
Vós/ , ten/ro e/ no/vo/ ra/mo/ flo/re/scen//te
De u/ma á/rvo/re/, de/ Cris/to/ mais/ a/ma//da
Que/ ne/nhu/ma/ na/sci/da/ no O/ci/den/te,
Ce/sá/rea ou/ Cris/tia/ní/ssi/ma /cha/ma//da,
(Ve/de-o/ no/ vo/sso es/cu/do/, que/ pre/sen//te
Vos/ a/mos/tra a/ vi/tó/ria/ já/ pa/ssa//da,
Na/ qual/ vos/ deu/ por/ ar/mas/ e/ dei/xou//
As/ que E/le/ pa/ra/ si/ na/ Cruz/ to/mou//);
Vós/, po/de/ro/so/ Rei/, cu/jo al/to im/pé//rio
O/ sol/ , lo/go em/ na/scen/do/, vê/ pri/mei//ro;
Vê-/o/ tam/bém /no/ mei/o/ do he/mis/fé//rio,
E/ quan/do/ de/sce o/ dei/xa/ de/rra/dei//ro;
Do/ tor/pe Is/mae/li/ta/ ca/va/lei/ro,
Do/ tur/co o/rie/ntal/ e/ do/ gen/tio//
Que inda/ be/be o/ li/cor/ do/ san/to /rio:
In/cli/nai/ por/ um/ pou/co a/ ma/jes/ta//de
Que/ ne/sse/ ten/ro/ ges/to/ vos/ con/tem//plo,
Que/ já/ se/ mos/tra/ qual/ na in/tei/ra i/da//de,
Quan/do/ su/bin/do i/reis/ o e/ter/no/ tem//plo;
Os/ o/lhos/ da/ re/al/ be/nig/ni/da//de
Pon/de/ no/ chão/: ve/reis/ um/ no/vo e/xem//plo
De a/mor/ dos/ pá/trios/ fei/tos/ va/le/ro//sos,
Em/ ver/sos/ di/vul/gan/do/ nu/me/ro//sos.
Ve/reis/ a/mor/ da/ pá/tria/ , não/ mo/vi//do
De/ prê/mio/ vil/ , mas/ al/to e/ qua/se e/ter//no;
Que/ não/ é/ prê/mio/ vil/ ser/ co/nhe/ci//do
Por/ um/ pre/gão/ do/ ni/nho/ meu/ pa/ter//no.
Ou/vi/: ve/reis/ o/ no/me en/gran/de/ci//do
Da/que/les/ de/ quem/ sois/ se/nhor/ su/per//no,
E/ jul/ga/reis/ qual/ é/ mais/ e/xce/len//te,
Se/ ser/ do/ mun/do/ Rei/, se/ de /tal/ gen//te.
Ou/vi/: que/ não/ ve/reis/ com/ vãs/ fa/çan//has,
Fan/tás/ti/cas/, fin/gi/das/, men/ti/ro//sas,
Lo*/u/var/ os/ vo/ssos/ , co/mo as/ es/tra//nhas
Mu/sas/, de en/gran/de/cer/-se/ de/se/jo//sas:
As/ ver/da/dei/ras/ vo/ssas/ são/ ta/ma//nhas
Que e/xce/dem/ as/ so/nha/das/, fa/bu/lo//sas,
Que e/xce/dem/ Ro/da/mon/te e o/ vão/ Ru/gei//ro
E Or/lan/do, in/da/ que/ fo/ra/ ver/da/dei//ro.
Por/ es/tes/ vos/ da/rei/ um/ Nu/no/ fe//ro,
Que/ fez/ a/o/ Rei ao/ rei/no/ tal/ ser/vi//ço,
Um/ E/gas/ e um/ Dom/ Fuas/ , que/ de/ Ho/me//ro
A/ cí/ta/ra/ pa/ra e/les/ só/ co/bi//ço.
Pois/ pe/los/ Do/ze /Pa/res/ dar/-vos/ que//ro
Os/ Do/ze/ de in/gla/te/rra e o/ seu/ Ma/gri//ço.
Dou-/vos/ tam/bém/ a/que/le i/lus/tre/ Ga//ma,
Que/ pa/ra/ si/ de E/né/ias/ to/ma/ fa//ma.
Pois/, se a/ tro/co/ de/ Car/los/ , Rei/ da/ Fran//ça,
Ou/ de/ Cé/sar/ , que/reis/ i/gual/ me/mó//ria,
Ve/de o/ pri/mei/ro A/fon/so/, cu/ja/ lan//ça
Es/cu/ra/ faz/ qual/quer/ es/tra/nha/ gló//ria,
E a/que/le /que a/ seu/ rei/no a/ se/gu/ran//ça
Dei/xou/, co´a/ gran/de e/ prós/pe/ra/ vi/tó//ria;
Ou/tro/ Jo/a/ne, in/vic/to/ ca/va/lei//ro,
O/ quar/to e/ quin/to A/fon/sos/ e o/ ter/cei//ro.
Nem/ dei/xa/rão/ meus/ ver/sos/ es/que/ci/dos
A/que/les/ que/, nos/ rei/nos/ lá/ da Au/ro//ra,
Se/ fi/ze/ram/ por/ ar/mas/ tão/ su/bi//dos,
Vo/ssa /ban/dei/ra /sem/pre/ ven/ce/do//ra:
Um/ pa/che/co/ for/tí/ssi/mo e os/ te/mi//dos
Al/mei/das/, por/ quem/ sem/pre o/ Te/jo/ cho//ra,
Al/bu/quer/que/ te/rrí/bil/, Cas/tro/ for//te,
E ou/tros/ em/ que/ po/der/ não/ te/ve a/ mor//te.
E, en/quan/to eu */es/tes/ can/to e a/ vós/ não/ po//sso,
Su/bli/me /Rei,/ que/ não/ me a/tre/vo a/ tan//to,
To/mai as/ ré/de/as/ vós/ do/ rei/no /vo//sso,
De/reis/ ma/té/ria a/ nun/ca ou/vi/do /can//to.
Co/me/cem/ a/ sen/tir/ o /pe/so/ gro//sso
(Que/ pe/lo/ mun/do/ to/do/ fa/ça es/pan//to)
De e/xér/ci/tos/ e/ fei/tos/ sin/gu/la//res
De Á/fri/ca as/ te/rras/ e/ do O/rien/te os/ ma//res.
Em/ vós/ os /o/lhos/ tem/ o /mou/ro/ fri//o,
Em/ que/ vê/ seu/ e/xí/cio a/fi/gu/ra//do;
Só/ com/ vos/ ver/ o/ bár/ba/ro/ gen/ti//o
Mos/tra o/ pes/co/ço ao/ jul/go /já in/cli/na//do;
Té/tis/ to/do o/ ce/rú/leo/ se/nho/ri//o
Tem/ pa/ra/ vós/ por/ do/te a/pa/re/lha//do;
Que, a/fei/ço/a/do ao/ ges/to/ be/lo e/ ten//ro,
De/se/ja/ de/ com/prar/-vos/ pa/ra/ gen//ro.
Em /vós/ se/ vem/ , da O/lím/pi/ca/ mo/ra//da
Dos/ dois/ a/vês/ as/ al/mas/ cá/ fa/mo//sas;
U/ma/ , na/ paz/ an/gé/li/ca/ dou/ra//da,
Ou/tra/ , pe/las/ ba/ta/lhas/ san/gui/no//sas.
Em/ vós/ es/pe/ram /ver/-se /re/no/va//da
Sua**/ me/mó/ria e o/bras/ va/le/ro//sas;
E/ lá/ vos/ têm/ lu/gar/ , no/ fim/ da i/da//de,
No/ tem/plo/ da/ su/pre/ma e/ter/ni/da//de.
Mas/ en/quan/to es/te/ tem/po/ pa/ssa/ len//to
De/ re/ger/des/ os/ po/vos/, que o/ de/se//jam,
Dai/ vós/ fa/vor/ ao/ no/vo a/tre/vi/men//to,
Pa/ra/ que es/tes/ meus/ ver/sos/ vo/ssos/ se//jam;
E/ ve/reis/ ir/ cor/tan/do o/ sal/so ar/gen//to
Os/ vo/ssos/ Ar/go/nau/tas/, por/ que/ ve//jam
Que/ são/ vis/tos/ de/ vós/ no/ mar/ i/ra//do,
E/ cos/tu/mai/-vos/ já a/ ser/ in/vo/ca//do.
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