#finally managed to get art of this idiot dumbass proper

[sullenphoenix]

"Do you believe in Gravity?" - Some Gay Vampire

Dressed in a fine suit and smelling of the finest Napoli coffee, this rather tired man acts as one of the many enforcers under Passione's thumb.

[asterroidd]

cotton sweatshirt

↬  College AU

↬  Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬  Word count: 2.6k

↬  Synopsis:  Fatigue was slowly consuming you, luckily your roommate is there to save the day

↬  Notes: Thank you so much for the request anon! I apologize it took so long before I wrote it. Anw, I hope you enjoy it!

↬  no proofread whatsoever, capn’

5th and 12th prompts: “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!” and “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

    It was too much. All too much; the endless tasks, the studying, and numerous all-nighters that you had pulled by now.

    It was so taxing that your body couldn't keep up; eyes blood shot red from restless staring at the laptop screen, sunken cheeks due to the insufficient meal you are getting, and dark bags under your eyes that are evidently visible even from afar. If one would see you in such a state, one would assume you are a zombie or the living dead.

    Chewing your bottom lip, fingers anxiously taped against the wooden desk. Drained yes boring into the laptop screen as you tried your best to understand the text displayed in it. Your professor just had to be missing in action that week due to health reasons and as such couldn't attend most of the classroom session to teach. The replacement is just as worse—having no mastery over the lesson at hand that it only made it more confusing than before. So, you had to self-study for the sole sake of having a passing grade this semester. Finals weeks is looming around the corner and it's best that you understands the lessons beforehand so that you wouldn't have difficulty in studying once again later on.

    Your study session was supposed to be done before noon, yet here you are still hunched over the desk. A pencil at hand in attempt to take notes in the filler notebook. Your other hand curled up a fist full of hair, then ever so often tugging it in frustration. True, you did try to search online for other readings and videos that could potentially help you in your dilemma. Alas, you find yourself scratching your scalp and pulling your hair in frustration as you failed, yet again, to grasp the concept of the topic.

    Perhaps a book, you thought to yourself. There is a local library nearby—suppose a ten minute walk, could be even seven if you walked fast enough. For sure there are a handful of books there that could finally help you in understanding the lesson. And so with a drained sigh, you closed the lid of the laptop and stood up.

    You took in your surroundings; which was an utter mess. Eraser shards littered on top of your desk that some even fell to the floor due to you hastily sweeping them off. Mountains of books scattered around—some opened with a random item on top to act as a makeshift paper weight. Sticky notes plastered all over the walls and stacks upon stacks of paper everywhere. In short, your room looks like a battleground.

     Which it is; an academic battleground, that is.

    That said, you swiftly stuffed a handful of notebooks and pens into a small backpack so you could continue the study session at the library. Perhaps a change in environment would ease you off and clear your mind. When you exited from your room, you were surprised to see Levi lounging off the living room. A bowl of popcorn on his lap whilst lazily popping one in his mouth every so often. His eyes glued to the TV screen as it played a series, The Confession Tapes you presumed. Ever since you showed him the first episode a few days ago, he was so intrigued and thus became so hook with the story line.

    Oh, to have freedom and time for leisure activities like Levi. You would willingly kill just to have that.

    "I'll be heading off to the library for a while," you uttered under your breath. Levi turned his head towards your direction, slowly munching on the popcorn. "I might come home late so I'll bring the keys with me."

    He paused the movie momentarily to narrow his eyes at you. Levi looked at you from top to bottom, assessing and processing the current state you are in. Which was hell. You looked like a vampire that crawled out of your coffin after decades of isolation. Of all the years he and you had been roommate, Levi had practically memorised most of your mannerism and behaviour so much. And at the moment, he knew all to well that you would be, yet again, working yourself to the grave.

    With a sigh, Levi placed the bowl of popcorn on top of the coffee table before approaching you. "Can't you see yourself, idiot?"

    You scrunched up your nose in confusion. What does he mean by that?

    "When was the last time you ate?"

    You racked your brain for answers. When was it truly that last time you had a proper meal besides energy bars that you bought from the convenience store. You went silent for a moment, eyes cascading down.

    "I had instant noodles I think? Last night," you answered after a pregnant pause.

    "Then that means you have not eaten anything since this morning?"

    You only nodded in response, all too tired to argue back with him. All you wanted to do was to finally leave the apartment and resume your study session in the library. Where, in hopes, you could finally progress in.

    Levi clicked his tongue. No wonder you look like a living dead. You are barely getting any nutrition in your body at all! Being studious is a great thing—but being all too unforgiving and torturing one's body too much is an unacceptable habit.

    As swift as a fox, he snagged the keys from your hands. You, in your drained state, reacted poorly and sluggishly. Though, you gave him one ferocious glare.

    "Give it back, Levi." You held out your hand.

    "No. You should rest. You look like shit."

    "Give me back my keys. I'm fine!"

    Levi, much to your surprise, had a hint of worry in his eyes. Silence fell between you and him, eyes focused on each other. You thought of kicking him on the shin, then took the chance to grab the keys. But you find yourself unable to as your body slowly slumped over.

    You let out one tired sigh, eyes closing every now and then in drowsiness, but you can't give in. Not now. Not at least you'd finally understand and finish writing your notes. Still, exams is a couple of weeks away. Surely a brief break wouldn't hurt?

   You groaned, the floor beneath your feet swaying as you struggled to keep yourself upright. It was only then did you notice the ever growing itch in your throat which signifies tonsillitis, mucus flooding your nasal passages, and increased body temperature.

     "I'm fine. . ." you inhaled sharply. "Just—" you continued but was caught short when your knees buckled under your weight, causing you to lean forward. Luckily enough, Levi caught you just in the nick of time before you fell face first into the wooden floor.

     "Tch. Look at what you got yourself into," he huffed, palm pressing against your forehead. "You also have a fever, dumbass."

    Did you now? You let your head rest into his touch, relishing his cool touch against your flushed ones. Maybe you really need a rest.

   "How about you take a seat on the couch while I brew you a cup of tea?"

    "Sounds good. . ." you uttered under your breath.

    That said, Levi practically dragged your body towards the couch and helped you settle on it. Making sure that you are comfortable enough by placing pillows behind your head. The male crouched down to your level, bringing a hand up once again to your forehead to properly estimate your temperature this time.

    "Looks like a bad one. . ." he muttered.

    "You tell me. I feel like shit," you've managed to crack a joke despite your conditions. Levi rose his brow at you, shaking his head at your idiocy. Then you watched him as he removed his cotton sweatshirt that hung loosely on his figure. Suffice to say, you were beyond perplexed when Levi placed the article of clothing on top of your lap.

    "You're cold aren't you?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Wear that for the time being to keep you warm."

    That said, he soon disappeared inside the kitchen to perhaps brew you a cup of tea much to your delight. It is practically known that the male had an immense skill in brewing and perfecting the art of tea. And as his roommate, Levi practically forced you to learn how to brew yourself; mainly because he doesn't want you wasting precious tea leaves that are far too expensive to be wasted. You recalled the time spent with him, hours upon hours inside the kitchen while trying your best to not burn your hands as you, yet again, try to perfect boiling tea. Levi stood beside you, a scowl present on his face as he frowned at your blend.

    Do it again, he snarled. The temperature is not right.

    It was little moments such as those reminds you of how much of a stuck up bitch Levi is. Nonetheless, the male still have a special place in your heart as your roommate and perhaps crush.

    Gingerly holding his sweater in your hands, you took one deep whiff of his scent—despite mucus flooding your nose—relishing the soft floral scent of the detergent that he bought about a week ago. Yet, Levi's natural aroma gradually overflows your nasal cavity; refreshing and clean with a hint of musky scent. It was pure heaven.

    Blood rushed to your cheeks as you let his sweatshirt hug your body, encompassing you more with his scent. Truth to be told, it was your long time dream to wear one of Levi's clothing. Suppose it was the thought of you in his clothes that brings butterflies to your stomachs, or the pure concept of his smell flooding your senses. Either way, you liked it.

    "Hey. . ." Levi's voice boomed which slightly startled you. The male placed a mug full of tea on the coffee table before kneeling down and opening a pack of fever patch.

    "What flavor did you brew?" you mumbled.

    "Chamomile," Levi replied, brushing your hair away from your forehead. For a brief moment, he stopped to stare at your glossy eyes due to the fever. Small patches of sweat that peppered your skin that glistened slightly under the light. Not to mention your lips that he oh so long to get a taste of for months—but he wouldn't tell you that out loud. Red dusted his cheeks ever so lightly that you would've missed if it weren't for your keen attention to detail.

    Levi bit the insides of his cheeks, slapping himself internally to focus at the task at hand which it to place a fever patch on your forehead. That said, he carefully set it against your temples. Making sure that it is adhered on firmly as to not fall in case you tossed and turn in your sleep. A smile adorned your features as soon as the cool hydrogel rested against your skin. You mumbled a quick gratitude towards the male before snuggling deep into his sweatshirt.

    "Levi. . ." you started to which he hummed in response, helping you sit up. Then, the male gave you the mug with hot tea. Its heavenly aroma making you sigh in relax. "Come sit with me?" you asked, patting the space next to you.

    The male opened his mouth to argue; to refuse your request because he doesn't want to catch your germs and be sick himself. Though, with one look at your puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips, Levi knew that he wouldn't be able to resist you. "Fine. . ." he begrudgingly replied.

    You let out a small cheer of victory. Placing your head on top of his shoulder the minute he sat beside you. Even for just a moment—just for this day—you want to delve into your fantasies and revel in the company of the male. Levi looked at you from the corner of his eye, admiring how his sweatshirt that embraces your form. Due to him being quite short in stature, his clothes were not too big. So, naturally, most of his wardrobe would probably fit you. Which he has no complaints about.

    "Can we watch Kitchen nightmares?" you asked, taking one small sip of tea as to not burn your tongue.

    Levi shrugged, "Why not?" That said, he adhered to your request. Playing that one episode in the series that he knew you enjoyed watching despite the countless times you've already seen it.

    You relaxed back into the couch, letting more of your weight press against Levi as your hands cupped the warm mug in between. The brutal and fierce howls of criticism of Gordon Ramsey brings a small smile to your lips, and oddly enough, as well as Levi's. Watching Kitchen's Nightmares (as well as other shows that the iconic chef starred in) was a guilty pleasure, so to say, of both yours and the male's. There is just something so satisfying how the chef makes people humble down and admit their mistakes.

    One great thing that comes from watching his series was that Levi could learn a thing or two in cooking. Even though he was already great from the start. The male picks up a recipe or two just by watching the series, much to your satisfaction. Between you and Levi, he is the mother of the household, if you will. While you're just one lazy couch potato who would receive an ear full of scolding every now and then.

    Soon enough, you felt your eyelids closing involuntarily, yet you fought to keep them open. It was getting into the good part—the climax—of the episode and you didn't want to sleep through it. Though, you find yourself giving in and finally letting your eyes rest for once. You exhaled, rubbing your cheeks against Levi's shoulder blades in attempts to get more comfortable. The male shifted on the couch, allowing you to be cozy and warm with him beside you.

    In your dazed state, you swore that Levi slowly rest his head on top of yours. Nevertheless, you couldn't conclude if it was true since the sweet embrace of sleep consumed you. For the first time in that week, you finally had a good night's rest.

    Levi relaxed under your touch, finally relieved that you gave in and let your body get the rest it deserves after days upon days of continuous work. He contemplated whether to turn off the television so that the noise wouldn't bother you in your sleep, or keep it open since a part of him wants to finish the episode. Though, his thoughts were caught short when you murmured.

    "Levi. . ." you mumbled in your sleep, hands gripping his sweatshirt.

    "What?" he humored, despite knowing that you are in deep slumber and is probably sleep-talking.

    Then to his surprise, you whispered a phrase that he never anticipated would slip past your lips.

    "I love you. . ."

    He was taken a back, eyes wide while his mouth slightly hung open. Levi blinked once, then twice, trying to process if what he heard was real or was his imagination deceiving him.

    "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Levi said, testing to see if you were truly asleep or was just toying with him. When he concluded that you were—in fact—knocked out and catching some Z's, he breathed lowly the three words he oh so wanted to tell you for months.

    "I love you, too. Brat." He snaked his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers around your hand.

    Little did Levi know, you were half-awake during his confession.

[jinxofthecipher]

Scene, Part 2:

It all starts with a small box of chocolates.

Deidara doesn’t notice them at first. Not when he’s busy checking his wallet, making sure they have enough to cover the bill that’s coming. Yep, all good, he thinks, returning to his bowl of rice and eyeing the restaurant once more. They chose a seat in the back corner where it gives an ample view of the place, enough for any missing-nin to be comforted. It’s bustling, more people than the artist has seen in weeks of travel. 

He takes another bite, looks up again and repeats. The straw hat is pulled down low over his face. It does little to hide him, not when he’s wearing his cloak, it’s a dead give-away, especially since the Akatsuki’s started gaining real momentum recently. Even so, the restaurant is so busy that no one seems to take notice, though the few that sit nearby give him wary looks. Everyone else is in their own little worlds, coming and going. Not looking or considering a potential nin in their midst. It’s almost peaceful, a fact that both calms Deidara and makes his hands itch for clay. The mouths click their teeth in agitation and he forces his focus back on the food. 

Bowl now empty, Deidara sits back in the booth, arms crossing as he looks around. Where the hell was Tobi? That idiot had left for the bathroom half an hour ago now! He grinds his teeth casting a look at the half-full bowl across from him. Probably got side-tracked again, that dumbass. He may not abhor him as much as he once had but still, that man knew how to get under his skin with little effort (he can just imagine the future meet up with Kakuzu, telling him all about Tobi’s irritations and the older man would of course sigh before going on to explain Hidan’s newest annoyance which usually ended up being far worse and far more bloody than anything Tobi’s done or probably will do, ever. Deidara can’t picture the other ever killing for enjoyment, he hardly even fought anyways, only evaded.).

There is a brief flicker of worry. Of Tobi possibly coming across someone brave enough to get into an Akatsuki members face. They wouldn’t need too much bravery given Tobi’s natural aura of stupidity; everyone undesterimated his partner, Deidara included which he shouldn’t be, not with all the pieces he’s collected, the suspicians, and just how easy it is to forget and believe Tobi’s just an idiot and nothing else. Either way, there should be no cause for alarm. If Tobi can slip past every attack Deidara has ever thrown at him (and those attacks were mighty powerful, if Deidara said so himself) then he could certainly deal with almost anyone else outside the organization.

So he brushes the thoughts away and digs out the money. He’ll wait, for now, at least, he thinks placing the bills on the table and goes to put the wallet back into the pouch. Blue eyes widen a fraction. Huh? He turns, peering into the pouch. Past the kunai and scrolls, at the very bottom is a small square box. It’s a glossy black, managing to catch the swinging light over Deidara’s head. 

His eyes narrow instantly and he hovers a hand over the box. No chakra signature. No obvious threat . . . the artist considers it a moment before daring to grab and pull it out. 

Pouch and restaurant forgotten, Deidara balances his elbows on the table and runs his fingers over the box before his face. It’s no bigger than a dango box though much wider. A small symbol is etched on top that reads SWEET’S; he recognizes it, a candy store in town that they had passed on the way here. There is also a note taped to the bottom, so securely that, for a second, he thinks it’s just a sticker for the company or price. It’s not and when he realizes this, Deidara digs at the edges with a nail until he’s able to open it. An edge tears, whatever holding it on a bit too good at it’s job but finally, he can read it.

 - Hope you like it - is written in barely legiable scrawl that Deidara doesn’t recognize. His eyebrows raise and, cautious, he looks around the restaurant. No one is looking at him, even the wary ones are focused on their food. Who in their right mind would give him a gift? And someone who doesn’t put a name, not even an initial? Well, perhaps it was an admirer of my art, I must’ve made some impression, he smirks at the possibility, smug.

Still, it’s just one of those cheap boxes of chocolate you can get. The one with a mixture of sweets that are never just chocolate. They’re usually an arrange of flavours ranging from carmel to coconut. And Deidara’s sweet tooth is only for chocolate these days. So, he opens it, fully prepared to just toss the box-only to see another note inside, laying delicately over the six chocolates. 

- Bought five more to give you all the kinds you liked~ -

Deidara stares, not understanding at first. He looks between the paper to the chocolate below and, slowly, realizes that they all look the same. So they’re all-

Going rigid, the artist looks around the place again. More suspicious then ever, his chakra now a mass of pure unadulterated paranoia. The mouths on his hand click, grinding in his tensity. There is no feasable way that anyone could have snuck the box into his bag AND known his preferences of chocolate. Hell, Tobi didn’t even know! 

As if sensing his mood swing and thoughts on him, Deidara sees Tobi skip across the restaurant, waving at one group of people who flinch back at his cloak. “Senpaiiiii,” he whines, hopping into his chair with more energy then Deidara could ever have, “Sorry Tobi took so long!! There was such a lovely person outside the restrooms!”

“He didn’t try and kill you, hm?”

“Nope!” Tobi hums, dipping into thoughtfulness for a second. “Well, maybe? You always try to blow me up sooooo I’m not sure!”

“I’m just keeping you on your toes. At least you dealt with the situation without hassel,” he notes the lack of fear or chakra signatures, if Tobi’s not lying then he did deal with the problem without even raising an alarm. His stomach twists, always feeling off whenever Tobi proves that, yes, he is far more capable then anyone could dream of being. Not that Deidara would ever admit that. And he wasn’t stronger then Deidara! So there. “Anyway, you ever seen this before?” He gives the box a tiny shake, having closed it up again and shoved both notes into his pockets. 

Tobi’s head dips, the hole in his mask leveling with the box as he hmm’s in the back of his throat. A hand reaches out, sliding over the edge and brushing Deidara’s just enough for the blonde to notice before pulling back. The other’s head cocks to the side and, for the millionth time, Deidara wishes he could see the face beneath it. He’ll never understand the odd desire to keep it hidden, unless it’s all just to annoy me, his annoyance grows at the thought. “Well?? I swear Tobi, I’ll-!”

“Oh, Deidara senpai, calmmmmm, please? Deidara’s eye twitches at the demand Tobi's seen ‘em cause he bought ‘em!” The artist’s mouth drops open at the proud declaration. His partner leans back into the booth, almost casual looking as he crosses his arms behind his head. “Did you try any of ‘em?? The owner said they were the best they had!”

Deidara was still reeling, eyes wide as he stared at the other, “you bought them?”

“Uh-huh!”

The artist stares at his partner who’s practically vibrating in his chair, leg swinging like a five year old who has no control of their energy. But what else is new? “Care to explain why? I’ve never told you my favorite chocolate,” he huffs, agitated, crossing his own arms to mirror Tobi’s, “And while you’re at it, explain why you decided to get your buisness partner a . . . a,” he searches for the right word. 

“Present?”

“Yes. Why get me a present?”

“Cause Tobi loves you~” He coos happily, words dripping in glee and Deidara glares at the obvious jest. Still, his chest tightens a fraction. Seeing his partners look of disbelief, Tobi shakes his head, “it’s true! Beleive poor Tobi for once, senpai! And,” he releases his hands from behind his head and leans forward, into Deidara’s space, “you told Tobi whatcha’ liked!”

A single eyebrow rose, “when?”

“Two months ago!” The mask bobs, eager, hands now flat on the table, a little too close to the ones Deidara has laced together on his side. Truly, if he considered all options, it wasn’t impossible that he wouldn’t have told Tobi his preferences but it was one of millions of conversations they’ve had.

“. . . you remember a random conversation we had, two months ago, about that of all things?”

“Of course!”

“I didn’t think you listened to half the things I say.” 

The hands actually do reach his now, attaching onto Deidara’s and giving a firm squeeze as Tobi nods, enthusiastic. “Tobi’s always listening and he always remembers what Deidara senpai says!” He tilts his head, “I promise.” He says, voice lower, full of certainty, and, more importantly, the third person eerily gone. Deidara can’t help feeling uncomfortable at the intensity Tobi is giving him at the moment. The hold on his hands is tight and he can’t tell if it’s a subtle warning or meant to be comforting. Either way, it doesn’t help that he can feel Tobi’s chakra buzzing, it’s the usual thrum but . . . there’s something beneath it. Something darker. Something that brings back questions of why Tobi can dodge every attack, why he was picked last to join the Akatsuki although he’s been around them for much longer. They pull at Deidara’s mind, begging to be put together, to form the rest of the picture. To come to the conclusion that’s been nagging at him for months. 

He should look at them. It all points to something bigger, even without proper analysis. 

But he discards them. No. Tobi is just his idiot of a partner who is just really good at dodging everything, that’s all. Lies, he thinks and ignores.

“So you just ignore all the other advice I give you?”

“As usual!” Tobi exclaims, the smile so obvious in his tone. He senses the change in chakra instantly and stills before yanking his hands back into a shielding display, “wait! No, senpai Tobi meant no disrespect, simply that- please! Think of the restaurant!”

Needless to say, the restaurant almost became a smoking crater; and two weeks later Deidara finds a rose tucked in his pouch, another note stuck to it and he can’t help the smile he gets at his idiot trying so hard.

Part 1: 

 https://jinxofthecipher.tumblr.com/post/638984358996344832/headcanonscene-when-deidara-was-first-told-that

[disaster-fruit]

could you tell us more about the brarg family au with the 3 babies and trans luci?

I definitely can! This au has been living rent free in my head since i started that drawing and I was actually sketching more stuff for the AU right before I got this ask so- I definitely can ramble more about it

This was supposed to be just a collection of a few hcs and now it’s a multi-pages word document the size of a fanfic so – Im really sorry.

I didn’t think a lot about their backstories tbh, though I have it in my mind that Luciano transition in his late teens and that he and martin either met after that or knew each other before luciano came out, lost all contact, and then met again after (and you can blame oxiosas fic for that yeah im not even subtle)

But I imagine them having some sort of meet cute and kinda progressing really fast in their relationship without realizing – yk, its just a fling, no big deal, yeah ive met his parents, yes I basically spend every weekend in his apartment, yeah I have a spare key now, ops I guess we’re adopting dogs and plants together- oh I think we’re married. Yeah. We’re married.

Ok but for real Luci does the proper proposal-with-a-ring-and-knelt-down-on-a-special-day thing and Martin is just bright red saying yes over and over again

It is Afonso (port) the first to be all WHERE ARE MY GRANDCHILDREN like… the night of their wedding.

They live in a house in a not too big city with two dogs, one cat, one parrot and all the birds that Luciano feeds and names that aren’t actually theirs. Still, they choose the house with two spare rooms because they always talked about having two kids.

In this AU they can buy a nice house and don’t have to worry about money and can raise kids like the world isn’t ending.

I think right after they got married they got in line for adoption. However, everything indicated that it would take a long long time so they started talking about the possibility of trying to have a biological kid. I think luci was the one to suggest it when he noticed martin had been thinking about it but not saying anything for a while.

Lots of boring doctor visits and confused doctors looking at luciano and trying to process it like the dumb cishets they are. Boring exams and all that, but everything is on track eventually, luci pauses his hrt and keeps his jockstrap on the drawer and they’re googling the best positions for fertility on those weird cishet sites and doing it like bunnies etc etc

Getting pregnant the natural way after years of testosterone is not the easiest thing in the world, so it takes a while. But eventually it works.

Both of them are kinda freaking out with this whole first pregnancy thing. Martin is the ultimate protective husband, and spends way too much time on the internet finding out what luciano can and can’t eat, what exercises he should do, and going to every single doctor visit. He’s very committed to it.

Luciano has to drink non-alcoholic beer and hates life. There’s a single teardrop shed every time he buys it. And drinks a lot of lemonade like it’s the same as caipirinha. Poor guy. Martin doesn’t help on that, life isn’t fair, he buys his own beer.

But he also has to drive absurd lengths to find the weirdest fruit or make the most hideous, blasphemous pizza toppings because Luciano is constantly craving absurd shit. But poor baby actually really NEEDS that chicken M&M pizza at 8am.

They’re super proud daddies though, and both their instagrams at this point are just baby belly pictures. Luci had top surgery on this au on my hc so also. Lots of shirtless pics. He looks like an old uncle with a beer belly and he’s PROUD. Just. Baby bellies all over.

Martin picks the entire baby layette. Because of course he does.

Their baby shower is a huge deal though. Their dads are there, Antonio brings an entire trunk filled with diapers and tells everyone how many tincho used to need when he was a baby, Afonso is cooking for everyone and talking about how he’s gonna be a grandfather (!!!). Iracema (pindorama) is scolding Luci about his bad habits while also quietly being a super proud grandma. Zola (angola) bought toys because she knows that’s what kids actually like, Samero (Mozão) keeps asking if they installed all the necessary security stuff in their house – we will, chill, we still have some months to go – Vera (Tomé) is teasing Simão (Timor) about him no longer being the family baby, Fatima (g.bissau) is another one who bought a huge amount of diapers, Rosinha (cabo verde) is taking pictures of everyone and everything, Sebas and Dani are discussing if the kid should speak Portuguese or Spanish, Maria brought a huge pink plushy as a gift, it’s quite a party.

Once they’re late in the pregnancy, Luciano mostly spends his time on Martin’s oversized t-shirts asking for foot rubs and not getting much sleep because the baby keeps moving. Martin on the other hand is a little nervous about being a dad, but absolutely loves feeling the little kicks and talking to the baby all the time, except when its 3am and he wants to sleep but Luci cant because of it so he just does his best to keep him company. He mostly ends up falling asleep on his chest though and doesn’t help much

I wrote all of this but I still don’t have a name for the girl lol Anyway, she’s finally born, and if martin was overprotective when Luciano was pregnant, he’s ten times more with his baby girl. Tbh theyre both kinda going crazy with this whole parenting thing, both are overprotective, tired, and have no idea what theyre doing.

Zola and Sebastian are the girl’s godparents. Sebastian isn’t very good with kids so when he takes care of his niece he either puts on a tv show and lets her eat whatever crap she wants, or relies on Daniel to do the actual taking care, since he is good with kids.

Luciano and Martin are very much neurotic first-timers and have all this schedule of what their girl can eat and when and when she has to sleep etc etc.

When Zola takes care of her, she just ignores it and does it her way. She helped raised Luci since he was a baby anyway, he survived just fine and even married and reproduced, she knows what to do better than both the dumbasses, and they never even find out.

Afonso on the other had follows everything when he’s with his granddaughter, determined to be a better grandfather than he was a father, and the baby loves him so he’s doing a good job.

They’re a very cute family yes yes

She grows up well and happy, a bit shy maybe but very smart and sweet, loves the dogs and her aunts and uncles and granddads (afonso more than antonio though)

By the way, Iracema is soft like butter with her granddaughter.

When she’s about four or five years old they start talking about having a second one, considering the age difference and all. So back to doctors, Luci stops the hrt again and they go back to trying, but again it’s not the easiest thing in the world to do it naturally after years of hrt.

But god listens to the prayers of such good catholic family, and right after they start thinking about a second child, they receive the news they will finally get to adopt a baby.

Luciano is the one to receive the news, he’s working at home when the social worker comes to tell him they can finally adopt. He’s extremely happy, he hugs the poor lady and is barely able to concentrate as she explains the paperwork that is left and the details of it because he can’t stop smiling.

He immediately texts martin saying something like “CALL ME RIGHT NOW WE NEED TO TALK” and it’s in happy caps but martin understands it wrong and thinks someone is dying or dead but then his phone is what dies so he gets home as fast as he can thinking all the worst scenarios just to find luciano jumping on him with a smile for ear to ear. It’s such a shock he takes a while to react but when he does you have two idiots so happy they can’t function.

It’s another girl, she has big brown eyes like her sister and it’s a few months old.

They quickly reassemble the crib and paint the second room to get everything ready in time to take her home, and the next week or so it’s nothing but all the family visiting to meet their new baby.

Since they managed to adopt, they decided to stop trying to have another kid. Luciano goes back to the doctor do some routine exams so that he can go back to testosterone and the doctor just awkwardly explains that, well, that won’t be exactly possible. Not for the next eight months, at least.

He’s quite shocked at that, and takes him a while to tell martin. They just got a new baby and do they even have space to raise three kids? Eventually it just escapes from him and martin is shocked as well, but ultimately both of them are just worried about their place being too small, and once they relax about that they can’t shut up about having another baby on the way to anyone.

Still, it’s not easy to manage, martin is just as worried as he was with their eldest, except that this time he’s simultaneously worried about their new baby and about Luci’s pregnancy. Poor dude needs a break asap. So he’s trying to do most of the work of caring for a little baby to spare luciano from the stress, while also taking care of him as well as he did the other time.

Luci is more chill about being pregnant, he’s done this before, he’s fine. He’s even a little too chill about it, as shown in the art, he still wants to carry their kid on his shoulder and having a few sips of martin’s beer is no big deal and honestly he’s fine, he can help with the baby, and Tincho just needs to relax and it will all be fine.

Again, poor tincho needs a break.

Some things don’t change though. Them being super proud daddies who do nothing but take pictures of their kids and Luci’s belly every chance they get. And they’re really happy and excited to have their house full and this big family.

Just a good cute family AU where nothing bad ever happens thank you very much.  Yet it took me almost 2k words to say it. I have no self control and I’m very sorry. However, if anyone has their own hcs to add about this whole au, I will be more than happy to hear and talk about this AU even more than I’ve already done.

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@spectatorspectacul4r i- i wrote a story???? for your art????? that was unfairly cute art, chim! and i hope you know that!

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Clef is pulling some shit again.

Kondraki can hear the junior staffers whispering about it in the hallways, knows full well that Bright and Iceberg had pulled the man aside to see if it was true and if he was serious. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little interested himself, even if it was just to see how far Clef would really go.

See, it all started with that cat.

Nobody actually knew where the cat had come from, or who it belonged to, or why it was there. Everyone was pretty goddamn sure it was Clef’s– it wore a silly, flowery boater hat sometimes, for one thing, and it was always hanging around his usual haunts– but whenever they asked him he always said it belonged to someone else. Kondraki had lost track of how many times it had been shoved into his office, with someone saying Clef had told them he owned it. The same went for Gears, Crow, Rights, Bright, Glass– even Roth had been approached by someone who’d been told it was hers, as awkward as that had to have been. It knew the site so well they swore it had an ID card and a map, and every time someone had tried to catch it the cat had always barely managed to slip from their grasp. It wasn’t bad, compared to some of the things they had locked up, but it was weird, and things only got weirder when they couldn’t find anything on it. So it was almost a relief when Clef stopped playing around with them all and just said outright that it was his cat.

Of course, though, it was Clef. So there was no way things would be that easy.

It’s almost fitting that Kondraki hasn’t heard the actual announcement. He’s not even sure if there was one. Clef’s challenge feels like it was meant to be spread only in rumours and whispers, until everyone in the site can’t help but know it.

“I will leave a key on my cat. If one can get the key, then they shall know everything about me.”

Damn, did that spur people to action.

But the cat is fast. Cunning, too, enough that sometimes Kondraki wonders if Clef doesn’t share a mind with it. It dodges and disappears and attacks, when people get too close. It makes people bleed and run, and that’s only if somehow they’d managed to find it in the first place. A few enterprising researchers put up traps and find them dismantled, with a smug cat licking its paws clean just a few feet away. He avoids it where he can. He really doesn’t want to get sucked into this whole cat mess.

 .

Kondraki’s first proper encounter with the cat is in his office.

He walks in and the damned thing is curled up in his swivel chair, eyes closed and tail settled around itself protectively. The hat isn’t on its head today; it’s on his desk, discarded on top of some paperwork he hadn’t finished. It doesn’t move even when he opens the door. He can’t help but notice the slow rise and fall of its chest; is it asleep? Really?

It’d be hilarious if he wasn’t beginning to worry about it trying to kill him if he came too close.

But he’s got to finish something today, or Gears is going to kill him before the cat can, so Kondraki steels himself and closes the door behind him.

“Hey!”

The cat jolts, shooting up so quickly it nearly falls off the chair. It hisses, claws digging into the foam dangerously. Kondraki backs away, holding up his hands in surrender. “Whoa! Don’t- I don’t want any trouble, okay? Don’t bite or anything.”

That doesn’t stop the cat from glaring up at him like he’s going to gut it.

“Just get off,” Kondraki hisses back. “I have work to finish. I don’t want your goddamn key, okay? As much as I’d like to know everything about Clef or whatever he apparently said, I’d prefer to do it alive. Just let me finish signing everything before Gears and Iceberg have my head.”

The cat pauses, its eyes flashing dangerously, before it jumps onto his desk and picks up its hat in its little mouth. It flips the hat onto its head in a single smooth motion before meowing to itself and hopping onto his windowsill next.

“… Damn. Okay.” Kondraki shakes his head, taking his seat and grabbing the unfairly tall stack. He’s got a lot to do today, cat be damned.

When he turns to the windowsill again, almost half an hour later, the cat is gone.

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The second time he encounters the cat, it’s in the cafeteria, hat-free and perched on the rafters dangling its tail gleefully down towards a group of interns who’ve made a wobbling stack of chairs to try and reach it. It’s clearly having fun, taking pleasure in their futile attempts with a wide grin as sharp as its owner’s.

Kondraki isn’t taking the same pleasure, because the poor asshole at the top is going to fall off. “What the hell are you idiots doing?!”

“Shit!” One of them panics, their hold on the chairs slipping. It’s only their companion’s quick movement that stops the whole thing from collapsing in on itself. “D-Doctor Kondraki! We’re so sorry-!”

“How exactly were you planning to get down from there?!” Kondraki demands, and the one on top pales. “What, were you going to climb? Do it. Climb down from there right now. I’d like to see you try that.”

“Sir-”

“I said,” he repeated, “climb down from there.”

The intern gulps, looking down and very carefully grabbing the legs of the chairs. They’ve stacked them well enough, but it’s a dangerous climb regardless, one that’s only made worse by how the person climbing down is shaking. Kondraki walks closer, readying himself to catch them if they lose their grip. Somehow, the fall he expects doesn’t come.

“I’m sorry,” the intern apologizes quickly, their breathing uneven and panicked. “Please- Please don’t tell Doctor Glass, he told us not to do this, please don’t-“

“Oh, I won’t be doing that.” Kondraki turns his gaze to the group still standing by the stack. They flinch. “No, you all apparently decided to- what? Disobey Glass’s orders to not stack chairs to the ceiling to grab a fucking cat? No, you’re telling him yourselves.”

They nod quickly, practically tripping over themselves to get out. Kondraki sees them out of the cafeteria first before turning to the cat. The pointed grin has fallen from its face, and it’s looking down at him with a faint interest in its eyes.

“And as for you,” Kondraki continues, because god damn if he’s not going to call out the cat, “what the fuck was that? Clef is going to get into so much trouble if his little game kills someone, you asshole. Did you think it was okay to let them climb that far? I saw you playing with them, you dick. Get down from there right now.”

To his surprise, after a moment, the cat complies. It plops itself down on the chairs, one by one, hopping its way down with an unfair grace. It settles down finally just a foot away from the stack, clearly ready to knock it down onto Kondraki if he tries anything.

Kondraki huffs. “Honestly, you’re such an asshole cat. No wonder Clef picked you.” He approaches slowly, reaches down not for the key around its neck but to grab it by the scruff of its neck. It doesn’t stop him, only watches him warningly with mismatched eyes. “Okrutny kotek. Okropny kotek. I’m dumping you in Clef’s office before you murder some idiot researcher.”

It grumbles at him, as if to say carry me properly, dumbass, but it bats away his hand when he moves to support it from under so he leaves it alone. He doesn’t try for the key, either. As enticing as it is, brass nestled under the cat’s fluffy fur, he doesn’t think the cat’s going to trust him with it. And he’s not exactly playing Clef’s game seriously, either. So the cat makes its way to its owner’s office without incident.

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The third time he encounters the cat, it’s because the little thing is weaving its way between his feet in the hallways.

“Hey!” Kondraki barely manages to stop himself from falling, throwing out a hand to steady himself against the wall. “Fucking- what do you want? Do you like tripping people in the halls or something?”

The cat just purrs at him, the fucker. It’s infuriating how cute it is. As much as Kondraki’s not really a cat person, there’s something about this one that gets to him.

“Oh, shut up.” He picks it up, ignoring its angry yowl when he does, and he carries it in his arms as he makes his way to his office. “What, are you having some fun in between dragging people to hell? Am I going to have to stop someone from getting their eyes clawed out today?”

Clef’s cat huffs, settling down in his grip. It lets him pet it, lets him rub its tiny little forehead and the curve of its spine. It’s fluffy. “Puszysty kotek. Malutki słodki mały kotek…”

“Does Clef know you baby-talk his cat?” Iceberg snarks as he passes. Kondraki would flip him off if his hands weren’t occupied.

He nudges the door to his office open with one foot when he gets there, heading over to his desk and depositing his fluffy companion on it. “You can stay in there for a bit. At least I can keep an eye on you. No-one needs another chair incident.”

The cat pauses for a moment, then settles down with an indulgent purr. Kondraki has to stop himself from smiling at the sight. He sits down in his own chair and gets to his work.

 .

He loses track of how many times he encounters the cat after that. It’s taken a liking to him, he thinks. It likes to follow him around or show up in his office sometimes, winding its way between his legs or scratching at the door until he lets it in to sleep under his desk. Rights asks, at some point, if he’s going to take the key from it. In all honesty, he doesn’t care. So long as that cat doesn’t stop liking him, he’s fine with anything.

The cat seems to know that, too. It’s gotten more and more comfortable just being around him, letting him scratch at the crook of its neck and falling asleep on his lap despite the risk. Throughout all that, the brass key hanging around its neck goes untouched, except when he nudges it by accident when he picks the little cat up.

So he really doesn’t get it when the cat approaches him in the break room one day, stalking forward slowly with determination in its eyes. He doesn’t get why it looks so apprehensive.

“Morning,” he says to it, turning to it and watching as it stiffens at his voice. “Is something wrong? You’re a lot quieter than usual. Do you want to come nearer? Kici, kici, kici, kici…”

The cat’s claws are digging into the stuffing of the couch. It nudges the elbow he has resting near it, meowing plaintively.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Kondraki reaches out to pet it. It makes an angry little mrrp noise when he does, grabbing his hand with its little front paws and pulling it to the key still nestled comfortably under its fur.

“… What the hell are you doing?” Kondraki tries to tug his hand away. The cat doesn’t let go. “You know I’m not supposed to have this, right? This isn’t my key. And as much as Clef talks a big game about this being a test and not just him trying to get us off his back about his past, he probably wouldn’t like me having it.”

The cat stares at him like he’s the stupidest man alive. It’s a very expressive cat.

“Honestly.” Kondraki huffs, letting it bat at his fingers angrily. “Don’t scratch, asshole. Like I said, I’m not actually supposed to have that thing.”

The cat growls.

“Fine! Fine! Will it shut you up if I just take it?” The claws on his hand stop digging quite so much, and Kondraki groans. “Fucking- ow. I’m going to need to clean all these cuts you left, little asshole. If you leave any more I’m going to punt you out a window.”

His fingers close gently around the key.

The cat doesn’t move as he carefully takes off the necklace it’s wearing, letting him remove the key with no fight at all. It’s weird, Kondraki thinks. Everyone he’s ever seen make the mistake of trying has always left with a bloody hand cursing Clef and his cat to hell and back. And yet he’s perfectly fine.

He shakes his head, setting the key and its necklace beside him and going back to petting the cat, which has already settled into a familiar position curled up on his lap.

There’s a sudden hiss, not from the cat’s throat but from the cat, and in a flash of blinding light the weight on his lap is suddenly doubled. Kondraki yelps, shoving the thing on its lap down instinctively.

“Ow! Jesus, Konny-!”

Kondraki blinks, shocked, at the figure in front of him. Clef pokes at the back of his head carefully, wincing at what must be a spike of pain where he touches. “Ow. And you say I hurt you. God, you’re terrible.”

“I- Wh- Clef?! What the fuck-?!”

“Honestly, Konny.” Clef huffs, crossing his arms. “Did you have to shove me? First you refuse my key. And now this.”

“… Your key?” Kondraki starts, checking for the cat. It’s not there. Realization hits all too suddenly. “Wait, you’re-?!”

“Yeah!” Clef grins, smoothing down the mess his long hair’s become. It’s messy because he’s been petting it, Kondraki realizes, horrified. “You know, Konny, I really didn’t think you’d be that comfy.”

Kondraki makes an incoherent noise, chucking the key at Clef. His coworker only laughs.

He- He’s been-

Clef is a cat. That he’s been petting.

… Kondraki’s gotten in way too deep, hasn’t he.

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Duke Reviews Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where Today We Finish Indiana Jones Month

As We Talk About The Fourth And Probably Not Final Indiana Jones Movie Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull...

This Film Has Indy Working With Mr. Do It...

To Find The Crystal Skull Of Akator Before Thor's Sister Does, Will They Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull

We Open At A Facility That's Closed For Weapons Testing But Does That Stop Russian Agents From Breaking In? Of Course Not!...

And Who Is That They're Getting Out Of The Trunk Of Their Car? Why, It's Dr. Jones Himself Along With His Partner On This Trip, Mac...

They've Been Brought To This Facility By Irina Spalko Stalin's Head Of Psychic Reasearch Science Who's Been Leading Teams From The Kremlin All Over The World To Find Artifacts That May Have Paranormal Military Applications And By She Acts She Maybe Part Jedi Too...

Irina And Her Team Want Indy's Help To Find A Mummy Sarcophagus That He Examined Years Ago...

Translation: He Thinks I Am A Dumbass...

Giving Indy All The Gunpowder And Shotgun Shells He Needs, They Eventually Find The Artifact They're Looking For Giving Indy And Mac The Ample Opportunity To...Strike?...What?

Et Tu, Mac?

Not Exactly The Best Last Words To Go Out On, Indy But Fair Enough...

Dropping His Gun, Indy Manages To Escape The Russians And Mac, Running Through The Facility...

Crashing Through Trucks....

Having Flashbacks To Past Movies...

Does That Mean The Bush Sisters And James Woods Are Trapped In Here Too?...

We Get A Brief Fight Scene With Indy And Ivan Drago Here But It Doesn't Last Long As They're Blasted Out By A Rocket Sled...

After Surviving Ludicrous Speed, Indy Leaves Ivan Drago, Going Into A Town Of Mannequins That's Being Used As A Test Site For A Nuclear Missile Launch Where We Go Into The Scene That Everyone Always Complains About As Indy Goes Into A Fridge During The Nuclear Explosion And Miraculously Survives...

And To Those People I Will State That While It Is Your Choice To Hate What You Want You Are All Still Dead Wrong To Hate This Scene Because 1. The Fridge Was Lead Lined So He Wouldn't Have Gotten Any Radiation In The Slightest And 2. While He Could Have Broken Bones And Possibly His Neck From Being Tossed Around In That Fridge, It Still Is A Good Scene Not As Good As Any Of The Other Action Scenes In These Movies But It Still Comes In On My List Of Best Action Scenes In These Films, I'm Sorry

Found By The Military, Indy Is Questioned By The Men In Black About Mac And The Russians Only To Be Saved By Prince Charming's Dictator Father Who Tells Indy About Spalko Despite The Men In Black Beliving It's Not A Good Idea...

That's What You Get When You Make The Janitor From Scrubs A Member...

The Men In Black Let Indy Go But They Still Consider Him To Be A Possible Commie And Of Interest To Them. Heading Back To Marshall College, Indy Gets Canned By The Dean Of The College, Who Is Basically Marcus 2.0 In This Movie And He's Played By That Guy Who's Been In So Many Films To The Point That You Should Know His Name But Don't, Jim Broadbent...

Deciding To Find Someway To Save His Teaching Career, Indy Decides To Leave Home For A While When Fate Intervenes In The Form Of Shia Labeouf...

Labeouf Plays Mutt Williams, Who Tells Indy That His Friend Harold Oxley Went To Peru Where He Found A Crystal Skull And That He Was On His Way To Akator With It...

Mutt Goes On To Say That His Mom, Mary Went To Peru To Find Oxley Only To Get Kidnapped Herself And If She Doesn't Find The Skull, Then Her And Oxley Are Dead...

Showing Indy Letters, They're Immediately Confronted By KGB Agents Who Attempt To Talk To Them Outside But It Soon Turns Into Greasers Vs. Jocks As Mutt Starts A Fight In An Attempt To Escape...

This Leads To A Chase Between Indy And Mutt, The KGB And The Men In Black (Who Were Apparently Watching Them)

Poor Marcus, You've Been Through A Lot In 2 Movies And Now This...

Taking Mutt Back To His Place, They Discover That Oxley's Letter Is A Riddle...

Flying To Peru, Indy And Mutt Have A Brief Chat While Walking To A Cell That Oxley Inhabited When People Through Him To Be Insane...

Was The Punisher In That Cell For A Time?

Heading To The Cemetery Where Orellana Is Buried, They Soon Find Themselves Against The Protectors Of Orellana's Grave, The Surf Ninjas

Oh, Dear God! Not That Kid From Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2! Not Rob Schneider! Somebody Please Save Us From This Torture!

Thank You

They Find An Entrance Into Orellana's Tomb As A Scorpion Stings Mutt....

Going Deeper Into The Tomb, Indy And Mutt Find Orellana And His Men, Transformed Into Mummies Eventually Finding The Skull Itself...

Why Would Ox Put It Back There? That's A Good Question And I Think We're Going To Have The Answer In 3....2...1...

Idiots

Taking Indy To Spalko In Peru, She Tells Him Her Real Plans For The Skull And Akator Once They Get There...

Reuniting Indy With Oxley, Played By The War Doctor, Indy Sees That The Skull Has Screwed Up His Mind, Transforming Him Into A Conduit....

Trying To Turn Indy Into A Conduit Like Oxley, Mac Stops Spalko Believing That Indy Is Of No Use To Them As A Zombie..o

Taking Indy Outside, They're Ready To Kill Mutt, But Still Telling Them To Drop Dead, Spalko Decides To Use Someone Else...

Mom?

Yes, It Turns Out That Mutt's Mom Mary Is In Fact, Marion Ravenwood From Raiders Of The Lost Ark...

Threatening To Kill Marion If Spalko Don't Get What She Wants, Indy Talks To Oxley Again, Getting Nowhere, Until He Notices Something...

Despite Helping The Russians, Mutt Gets Tired Of Waiting And Punches A Guard Giving Him, Marion, Mutt And Oxley The Opportunity To Escape...

But While Escaping, Marion And Indy Get Caught In Quicksand, Forcing Mutt And Oxley To Find A Rope Or Get Help While The 2 Former Lovebirds Have The Chance To Talk About Mutt...

With Secrets Revealed, Mutt Returns, Getting Marion Out Of The Quicksand With What We Think Is A Rope But Is Instead A Snake....

Finally Getting Indy Out, Oxley Returns With What He Considers Help...

The Next Morning, Indy And Marion Tell Mutt The Truth

Knocking Ivan Drago Out, Indy Gets Free, Releasing Mutt And Marion From Their Bonds...

I Should Know, After You, I Had A Pain In The Ass That Was Sleeping With The Director And A One Night Stand With A Nazi...

Taking Control Of The Truck, Indy Uses A Rocket Launcher To Blow Up The Buzzsaw-Wagon Which Catches Spalko's Attention, Making Her Realize That Jones Has Escaped, This Leads To A Chase To Get Oxley And The Skull...

Abandoning The Truck, Indy And Crew Go To A Car Where Indy Jumps To Another Car With Oxley, Mac And Some Russian Soliders, Fighting Them Off One By One Till Indy Reaches Mac, Who Tells Indy That He's A Double Agent For The C.I.A....

But As Mac And Indy Drive, Mutt And Spalko Have A Swordfight That Could Go With Better Music

Eventually Getting The Skull Back, They End Up Crashing Into A Siafu Ant Hill Where Indy Has His Final Fight With Ivan Drago...

Boarding The Car With Marion And The Others They Go Over A Cliff Where They Land In Water To Give Us Indiana Jones Twisted Version Of Splash Mountain

Surviving The Final Drop, They Arrive At A Cave To Find Various Hieroglyphs, Art And Markings All Over The Walls...

But They Are Soon Chased By The Ancestors Of The Ugtha Tribe That Guarded Akator Years Ago But They Are Let Go When Oxley Shows Them The Skull..

Climbing The Pyramid, They Try To Figure Out How To Open It...

Finally Opening The Pyramid, They Sharply Drop Onto Stairs That Quickly Disappear...

Arriving Inside, They Find Treasures Galore Before Coming To Another Door That Opens When The Skull Is Placing The Skull On It...

Inside, There Are Crystal Beings With Crystal Skulls For Heads But Before They Can Place The Skull In It's Proper Place, Mac Shows His True Colors...

Turns Out Mac Lied About Being A Double Agent And Has Been Leaving Tracers For Spalko To Follow...

Placing The Skull On The Crystal Being's Body, It Telepathically Communicates With Oxley In Mayan...

With Spalko Demanding To Know Everything, The Place Starts Falling To Pieces, Revealing What They Are, As Oxley Returns To Normal...

Indy, Mutt, Marion And Oxley Get Out Just In Time As Spalko's Men And Mac Get Sucked Into A Portal And Spalko Suffers From Information Overload...

Out Of The Pyramid, They Watch As The Aliens Go, With Indy Wondering Where?

And So, Everything Ends Happily With Indy Getting A New Job At Marshall College As Associate Dean And Him And Marion Finally Tieing The Knot With Hints That Labeouf Might Be The Next Indy, But Will He?

Nah, People Hated This Movie And Everything Connected To It, But What Do I Think Of The Movie? Well...

I Don't Think It's The Disaster Everyone Thinks It Is, I Mean, It's Not The Best Indiana Jones Movie But It's Not Downright Horrible. The Effects Are Good, The Story's Good, The Cast Is Good Everything Is Just Good, So, Stop Listening To The Crazy Haters And See This Movie...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...