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writingbeary · 3 years

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Kingdom - Sports Day

Minyoung’s Outfit

Note:

Texts placed inside brackets are Kingdom’s show subtitles

Italicized texts are in English

Texts that are block quoted are interview cuts

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Today, the groups participating in Kingdom were told that they will be competing in the groups that they will be collaborating with for the No Limit stage. ATEEZ were confident in their athletic abilities but they also know that the other groups also have members who are athletic, especially BTOB who have Minhyuk who won medals in ISAC.

Minyoung brought out her self-made cheer banners for every group, taking it upon herself to be their cheerleader since she cannot participate in most group games. She wrote individual groups names and the Collab Team names on the banners.

"Our princess has betrayed us." Hongjoong feigned a hurt look over his face noticing the cameras zooming on him when Minyoung could be seen cheering for The-i-9 team when they entered the field.

"I'll cheer for everyone! There's no discrimination here!" Minyoung joked sticking her tongue out to her leader before waving the banner containing SF9's name. "Sepgu hwaiting!"

"You're cheering for everyone today? Not just Chani?" Dawon called out grinning

"Of course, I'll prioritize our Chanhee." clearing her throat before raising her banner up high "Kang Chanhee fighting!" with Chani laughing waving her off.

“Okay then 8 makes 1 team.” Hongjoong jokingly said making Minyoung pout and say “If you do that then I’ll ask the other groups to take me in!”

Stray Kids who were lined up beside them looked over the group laughing. Jisung waving her over “Young-ah, come here and perform <God’s Menu> with us.” as he jokingly did the du-du-du-du with Felix and I.N dancing a bit.

“That won’t happen. I’m keeping her.” Yunho placed an arm around Minyoung’s figure grinning “I happen to like having her around.”

The MCs noticing something happening with both groups called out to them. Wooyoung calling them out grinning “ATEEZ, what are you doing? We’re filming something here. Please focus.”

“We would but our Minyoung-ie is about to be taken away!” San shouted back, the other participants amused at what is happening

Wooyung stood up surprised “What? I leave you guys for a bit and this happens. What happened?”

“They’re kicking me out and Stray Kids is adopting me, thankfully.” Minyoung moved over to Stray Kids fitting right in with her clothes having a hint of pink.

“Oh! Welcome. We gained a new member. We’ll gladly take her Dovey.” Changbin laughed teasing Wooyoung as the latter pointed at their female member “Yah! Park Minyoung!”

Eunkwang joining on the teasing raised his hands and said “We’ll also be glad to take her in. That will bring our average age down a bit.” evoking laughter from everyone.

(VAULT)

Minyoung cheered on everyone waving her banners around as the The-i-9 attempted the vaults. Yunho laughed when he saw the girl near BTOB’s table, tapping on Seonghwa’s shoulder to point it out. “Where is she going?”

“Minyoung-ah, stop invading other people’s tables.” San called out to her as she fired back “They’re not other people! They’re our teammates and we’re one team!” making the rest of Mayfly look at her laughing.

“Alice, come and join us here!” Felix waved her over to which she happily skipped over and hang out with them.

“This kid. Wait where’s Jongho?” Hongjoong looked around and saw Jongho already at Stray Kids’ table too

Yeosang chuckled “Our youngest members are all grown-up. They’re already making friends on their own.” As the rest of the members watch as the two youngest play around with the others.

When it was time for Chani to attempt the vault, Minyoung screamed waving her banner excitedly. “Kang Chanhee, fighting!”

"Minyoung-ssi won't you also cheer for the other participants? You shouldn't play favorites." MC Changmin asked, teasing the younger girl

“Oh. But I’m not close with anyone else.” Minyoung mumbled making the older male laugh.

Minyoung returned back to ATEEZ’ table after a long while sitting down beside Seonghwa who gave her a water bottle. “You should take care of your throat. You’ve been cheering since we started.”

“Ah yes. Thanks mom.” Minyoung giggled while Seonghwa shook his head already used to it

“Waah. THE BOYZ is full of good looking people.” Yunho commented as he watched them all attempt the vault

“ATEEZ is also full of good looking people oppa!” Minyoung countered nodding seriously making the members laugh

“What? We also have good looking members! Don’t think otherwise.” Minyoung continued as she returned her focus on the activity

“What is this? You’re praising us now?” Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head a bit

“I’m just saying the truth.” Minyoung shrugged smiling a bit

“But you told us we looked weird. Remember that?” San fired back grinning

“Ahh. That’s different. I’m the only one that can criticize our members. Other people don’t have that privilege.” Minyoung laughed and puffed her chest out as if proud of it “I can say those things because I do it out of love.” at this the members pretended to gag before laughing

When it was ATEEZ's turn to challenge the vault, Minyoung did light stretches before standing next to the vault. "Omo. Hongjoong-oppa what do we do?" Minyoung shouted making everyone laugh.

"She says that but watch her clear it with ease." Yunho chuckled

"Oh it seems like Athlete Minyoung would attempt next." MC Changmin announced as he saw the girl walk over to the starting line

"I'm assuming she's going to do well as she's a main dancer of ATEEZ." Eunkwang commented

"Alice is scared of heights though." Felix noted making Jisung scoff a bit hearing his remark "But she's competitive. I bet she won't even care until after the fact. She's been doing stunts with ATEEZ but I wonder why she still gets so scared."

"Maybe because when she does stunts for their choreography, she knows how she'll land?"

“Minyoung Challenge!” Minyoung shouted as she ran and made it over the vault easily, surprised at herself. “Omo! How come?” she asked aloud making ATEEZ laugh

“How come you made it over?” San laughed patting her back as 6 of 8 members pass.

As they were watching THE BOYZ challenge San commented on Juyeon’s challenge “Having the hood on was so cool. We should have worn hoods too.”

“Oppa, it would only be cool if you made it over.” Minyoung jabbed at the older male sticking her tongue out playfully, the latter reaching over pretending to flick her forehead.

For their second challenge at 1.8m, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yunho already succeeded. The ones left were Minyoung and Hongjoong. Minyoung mumbled “I’m scared but I also don’t want our team to place last.”

Yeosang who was beside her laughed gaining the attention of the other members. “If you succeed in this attempt then you already did better than me, Young-ah. Besides, we can trust the three to do it well.”

“I know but I also don’t want to lose to our members.” Minyoung pouted as she walked towards the starting point to attempt. She ran as fast as she could and jumped making it over the vault, letting out a squeal as she flew over.

“Young-ah!” Jongho cheered immediately going over to her.

“See? I told you she would do well.” Jisung laughed raising a thumbs up towards the direction of ATEEZ.

When Hongjoong failed to make it over and hit the vault instead, all of ATEEZ ran towards him with Minyoung going over patting his back before teasing him “Our leader did well. It’s just our heights aren’t made for this kind of games.”

“You made it over though.” Yunho noted laughing

“Seriously this kid.” Hongjoong laughed poking her side as they all went back to their tent.

“Are you okay?” LeeKnow asked Hongjoong seeing as how he hit the vault

“The 10cm is a huge difference.” Hongjoong informed them as they’ll go next. Felix letting out a worried sigh.

“Felix you can do it! I even made it.” Minyoung cheered on her friend, San laughing making the girl look at him “If you say it like that then what happens to the people who failed to make it over.”

Minyoung gasped, defending herself quickly in a panic “Ah. I didn’t mean that. I just thought since Felix is more athletic that I am, he has a higher chance to make it over.”

The remaining members of ATEEZ all succeeded the 1.9m and moved on to the next level. Everyone was shocked when Minyoung cleared the 2m height, even she couldn’t believe she made it past it that when she landed she was wide-eyed, looking back towards the vault. ATEEZ let out a cheer in surprise as Wooyoung helped Minyoung out of the mat patting her back.

“You made it! Wah. Our Minyoung found her talent.” Yunho laughed sending a thumbs up towards her direction.

“Oppa what happened? Omo.” Minyoung jumped around excited that she made it over then gasped realizing that she has to try an even higher level.

When she attempted for the 2.2m, she wasn’t able to go over and instead was hanging on almost on top of the vault with half of her body on it. Realizing how high up she is, she continued to cling on the vault tightly “I’m scared! This is so high! Oppa help me.” she exclaimed making everyone laugh at how cute she’s being, while Wooyoung and Yunho made their way to help the girl down. The rest of the surviving Mayfly members also went over to steady the vault for the girl to come down.

“Just let go and jump down.” Wooyoung instructed her but she shook her head “Let go. I’ll catch you if needed.” Hearing this, Minyoung let go and true to his word, Wooyoung helped her up quickly patting her back. “You did great.”

As the three of them went back to their tent, Minyoung was holding unto Yunho as she limped slightly.

“Why? Why? What happened? Did you injure yourself?” Seonghwa immediately went over and helped the girl to sit down, worriedly checking her any injuries.

“I think I hit my knee on the vault during that last attempt.” Minyoung sighed as she shook her head “It doesn’t hurt that much but I think I won’t be able to join the other events.”

“Are you sure? You also hurt it last filming.” Jongho asked handing the girl a towel to wipe herself with

“Mhm! I don’t think I really hurt it. It’s just like stubbing your toe, just temporary.” Minyoung smiled laughing a bit. “I’m serious! If you don’t believe me then I’ll get it checked tomorrow.”

“I think that’s for the best. It’s better to be safe since you did injure it before and it might get serious if not treated properly.” Yeosang noted patting the girl’s head

"Wooyoung-oppa fighting!" Minyoung cheered as Wooyoung became the last representative for ATEEZ however, he also failed to make it over the vault for 2.30m.

(Visual Ranking Voting)

"Omo. I knew it. I told you that there’s a catch when they took our photos this morning. Jongho-yah, I'm ruined." Minyoung said to the male beside her, covering her face in regret. "If I knew this was going to happen then I'd have put in more effort in how I look today."

"Yah. If you're going to say that then what about us?" Hongjoong laughed

"Have you seen everyone else? There's no way we're winning this. That's a miracle if it happens." Wooyoung motioned to the other photos posted on the board.

"Who should I vote for?" Minyoung looked through all the photos before turning to the staff "Can I please have these photos? I'll keep them as a souvenir. Maybe I'll have everyone sign them too." evoking laughter from the staff and a cheer from the girl when they said they’ll ask if she can have it after.

"I'm voting for Minhyuk-sunbaenim. As much as I want to vote for our team...lying is bad and voting should always be objective. Sorry our ATEEZ members. I love you all." Minyoung smiled before slipping in her ballot inside the box.

As the rest of the participants voted, some even voting for themselves citing that one should learn to love yourself first, some of them voting for Minyoung.

Stray Kids Jisung: I’m not saying this because I’m her friend but just judging by the photos, she looks good today.

SF9 Jaeyoon: I’m voting for Minyoung-ssi. Her photo stands out with her posing cutely.

THE BOYZ Kevin: She’s adorable and she cheers on every team sincerely. She even showed off her charms today.

THE BOYZ Hyunjae: Throughout their performances, it’s like having an on-off switch. She’s like a kid off-stage but as soon as they start their performances her charisma explodes that why I vote for her.

ATEEZ Yunho: Do I really need a reason? Our member’s pretty. *laughs*

When the results were announced, Minyoung couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her name called out together with Felix for the 2nd place both of them getting 5 votes each. She looked around pointing to herself confused.

“Me? Why?” Minyoung looked to her group members who were cheering for her.

“Minyoung-ah! You did it! ATEEZ present!” Wooyoung shouted making the others groups laugh

Yunho grinned going over to the girl patting her back and ushering her to go to the center.

“Did our members vote for me? Is this a love your own situation?” Minyoung asked outloud making the MCs laugh.

Yunhyeong looked at the cue sheet to see who voted for her before speaking into the microphone “There’s one ATEEZ member who voted for you.”

Yunho proudly raised his hand “I did! Minyoung-ah, be confident!”

“Yunho-oppa! This is why I like you.” Minyoung laughed before shooting hearts at him exageratting every movement.

Compliments calling her cute were heard in every group while Seonghwa covered his face embarassed for both his members.

“Mom! I’m on TV!” Minyoung posed cutely for the camera before laughing and facing the participants “I don’t know who voted for me but thank you. I’ll do my best to show more of my charms in the future as well.”

“Felix~ We’re twins from now on!” Minyoung declared to her friend making him laugh as they pose for the photo sharing the wreath.

“Aussie!” Chan cheered for the two clapping for them

As soon as she got back to her group, Minyoung looked at Seonghwa and asked jokingly “Does this mean you’re also 2nd place? I mean Atiny says we look alike.”

“Oh. That’s right.” Hongjoong who heard her agreed laughing as Seonghwa just blushed shaking his head.

Minyoung cheered loudly when Minhyuk got the 1st place for the visual ranking, surprising the other groups. “I voted for Minhyuk-sunbaenim.” ATEEZ just laughed shaking their heads used to Minyoung’s fan girl mode.

(Catch the Tail)

As the Mayfly team strategized who was going to play in the second event, Minyoung let out a giggle gaining the attention of their team.

“Why? Is something funny?” Eunkwang asked chuckling when the girl hid behind Yunho’s back suddenly conscious of everyone

“Ah. Nothing..it’s just we’re planning this seriously that it felt like this actually the competition and not the rounds.” Minyoung said her voice going softer as she talks

“What’s happening? You’re not like this Mintokki.” San laughed poking her side as the girl slapped his arm lightly, still hiding behind Yunho as she clutched on to his shirt

“Is Minyoung-ssi normally this shy?” Minhyuk asked looking at the girl

“No. Not at all. She’s far from shy.” Yunho answered quickly making everyone laugh.

“This is such a twist. I never knew Minyoung could also feel shy.” Jisung teased making the girl hide herself more pouting.

(Relay Race)

“ATEEZ fighting! I believe in you!” Minyoung shouted on top of her lungs as the runners take their place. The race went by quickly and turned to the last lap where Wooyoung ran as fast as he could overtaking everyone.

Both San and Minyoung were jumping in their tent holding ATEEZ’ flag up as they cheered for Wooyoung. “Wooyoung run!” “Oppa you can do it! I won’t call your hair, pudding anymore if you win!”

"I never knew Wooyoung was that athletic!" Changbin exclaimed as Wooyoung overtook Sangyeon and won first place in the relay.

"Jongho's still the most athletic out of everyone but Wooyoung-oppa is also up there in terms of athleticism." Minyoung said as if giving insider information.

"Don't let her fool you! If she weren't injured right now, she'll probably be the one running. Minyoungie is pretty competitive." San commented making the MCs laugh.

Minyoung pouted "I wanted to try too. Ahh why did I have to get injured. If I could've joined, I'm determined to at least be better than Hongjoong-oppa." at the mention of his name, Hongjoong's mouth dropped looking betrayed. "Yah!" the girl just laughing throwing a heart sign on her head towards her leader

[Minyoung / 22 / Youngest on Top(?)]

(Outtake)

“Good work today everyone” everyone clapped and bowed towards one another after the day’s activities.

Minyoung suddenly gasped remembering something. “Ah! I was given these by the staff.” She took out the polaroids from the voting before while the rest of the groups were surprised.

“Ah so that’s why the staff asked if it was okay for us if the polaroid were given..” Sangyeon laughed finally piecing together the information

“No! Minyoung-ah, let’s just take another photo. I’m not proud of how I look there.” Inseong shouted jokingly evoking laughter from everyone.

“Really? Then I’ll take you up on that!” Minyoung giggled holding her pinky up as if sealing a promise.

“Just be honest and say you want photos with Jaeyoon-sunbaenim and Minhyuk-sunbaenim.” Wooyoung started while Minyoung quickly slapped his arm, eyes-wide “Oppa!”

“Don’t forget Zuho-sunbaenim and Donghyuk-sunbaenim.” San grinned as the girl crouched down embarrassed. The males who were mentioned all looked surprised with some covering their faces feeling shy. Inseong elbowing Jaeyoon laughing knowing the male voted for her for the visual ranking.

“Ahh. Is that your type Minyoung-ssi?” MC Changming asked jokingly, the girl waving her arms around denying the allegations

“I think I see a pattern. I see a pattern.” Eunkwang laughed joining on the teasing. Minyoung just wanted to dig herself a hole and hide there as Jongho patted her back laughing.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

Truth be told, Kingdom’s episode for the Sports Day bored me a bit lol It dragged on for a long time during the vault but hey at least the groups interacted a bit more this time. So as long as they had their fun then that’s great!

I also have a question and request for the people reading this. Send me questions anon or off-anon for Minyoung! something like interview questions or fan questions haha I’m planning to use them for a future post. spoiler but meh lol

-Mimi

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helnjk · 4 years

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Let Go - H.G.

Hermione Granger x reader

Requested: yes

Can I request a Hermione Granger x fem reader (gender neutral is fine too) with angst prompt 7? Thank you so much <3 “it feels like you’re slipping through my fingers and i can’t do anything about it”

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: the future is murky, and your girlfriend’s distance is not doing you any good either.

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is my first time writing for hermione wah, i hope you like it!

Prompt is in bold

Something was wrong.

The moment you had arrived at the Burrow, you knew something was wrong. Hermione greeted you before you could even get through the threshold, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It seemed as if she was trying to say something with her gesture, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Before you could ask her about it, you were guided away by Molly who was leading you to the room you were going to be staying at while you were there. Thankfully, all you had to do was to drop your bag next to the bed assigned to you and then you were off to find your girlfriend.

You found her out in the garden, whispering something urgently to Ron, gripping his arm and leaning in closely. The moment the pair of them saw you, they immediately sprung apart.

In the blink of an eye, you watched as Hermione put on a mask of calm and smiled at you as you walked towards them.

“Hey,” She said, taking your hand in hers as soon as you were close enough.

“Hey ‘Mione,” You replied, squeezing her hand, “Didn’t get to chat much when I arrived, sorry ‘bout that. Molly just wanted to show me where I’m staying.”

She shook her head gently, “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re here.”

Usually, Hermione loved to talk your ear off, and usually it was about anything that took her fancy at the time. There was something constantly running through her head, be it an interesting fact she read about a demiguise, or a piece of news from the muggle world that seemed quite important to her but you couldn’t really understand.

Now, though, the two of you lapsed into silence and Ron, who had sensed the unusual tension, opted to make his way back into the house.

Your thumb rubbed circles against her hand, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours, “Yes of course! Everything’s fine.”

“Hermione,” You warned, leaving no room to argue in your voice. This tactic never usually worked on her, though.

A sigh escaped her lips and she ran her other hand through her hair. It was down today, curls sticking out and slightly frizzy due to the extra humidity of the summer day. She didn’t look any less beautiful to you.

“Let’s go on a walk?” More of a request than a statement, but after the silent few minutes the two of you spent, you were eager to find out what was bothering her.

Summer at the Burrow was as gorgeous as ever. It was quite a shame that you couldn’t take it in, in all of its glory, because of the looming war and the thin thread your relationship was hanging onto.

You hadn’t known when it started. Well, maybe you did but you just refused to acknowledge it. When Dumbledore had died, you attributed Hermione’s distance to grief. Merlin knows you also needed time to wrap your head around the events that whirled past you that fateful night. It was a wonder that you got out of the battle unscathed.

During what was left of the semester, after the funeral, you found yourself seeing your girlfriend less and less. You would stumble through the portrait hole late into the night and you would find her huddled in a corner with Ron and Harry. Whatever they were talking about seemed to be of utmost importance to the trio, but no one knew their plans.

You had thought that they’d figure out whatever it was that they needed to do before you arrived at the Burrow, but it seemed like there were still many things left unfinished.

The two of you stopped at a small meadow, just beyond the line of wards surrounding the home. A cool breeze floated through the air and ruffled the flowers that littered the path. Despite the beautify of the place, you couldn’t help but be filled with melancholy.

Hermione paused, gripping your hand tightly as her eyes scanned your surroundings. You knew she was looking for any sign of danger and your free hand closed around the wand in your pocket.

You felt a shimmer of magic surround you, only noticing then that she was mumbling under her breath. When she finished, she released a breath and her shoulders relaxed slightly.

“You going to tell me what’s been going on with you recently?” You spoke softly, as if approaching a wounded animal and you didn’t want them to flee.

When she didn’t reply, instead gripping your hand tighter in hers, you continued, “Because it feels like you’re slipping through my fingers and I can’t do anything about it.”

Your statement finally got a reaction out of her and she let out a choked sob. Before you could react, her lips were on yours and she was snaking her arms around your neck. Automatically, your arms found their way around her waist and you pulled her closer to you. It was as if your bodies were speaking for themselves, telling the other I love you, I need you, don’t leave me.

Before you could pull apart, Hermione went back for more sweet pecks and more and more.

You could taste the saltiness of her tears leaking into the kiss, but you didn’t mind. This was the first time you two had been alone together for a long time, and something told you that there was a possibility of it being the last.

“I love you,” She whispered once you had finally broken apart, forehead resting on yours.

“I love you too.”

“You know I’d tell you what we have to do if I could,” She began and you felt your heart stutter, “But the less people know, the better. I want to make sure you’re as safe as possible.”

You released your grip on her waist and instead held her face and locked eyes with her, “You know I want to help. I can help. You don’t need to do this alone, Hermione!”

All she did was shake her head and look at you sadly.

Over the next few days, you had barely let Hermione out of your sight. You thought that she was going to leave any time with Ron and Harry, who arrived battered and bruised but alive a few days after you.

Her melancholy and anxious attitude that first day seemed to vanish, though. Throughout all the wedding preparations and loud dinners with the Weasley family, Hermione smiled graciously and the spark in her eyes seemed to make a reappearance. She held your hand more, and kissed you for longer. At night, the two of you would lay together and whisper sweet nothings until you fell asleep in each others arms.

It was almost as if she forgot about all of her plans.

The excitement surrounding the Weasley home the day of the wedding seemed to infect the both of you as well.

When you saw her walk down the stairs in her ruby red dress, your breath left your chest. Your vision tunneled and all you could see was the gorgeous human being in front of you. The smile on your face grew when she made a beeline for you and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

A laugh left her lips as you spun her around, “You look absolutely gorgeous, love.”

“Thank you,” She blushed, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, “You look stunning too.”

Hermione hadn’t let go of your hand the whole ceremony. When Bill and Fleur were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and shared a lovely kiss in front of all their friends and family, she squeezed your arm and sent you a knowing smile. Despite the stares from some of the distant Weasley relatives that you knew were sent your way, the two of you swayed together on the dance floor.

The moment you had taken a seat at your table, giving your slightly aching feet a break, Kingsley’s patronus appeared in the middle of the tent.

Your mind barely registered his warning before guests started yelling and scrambling to apparate away. You blinked and suddenly a cold fear washed over you. Your eyes darted to where you had last seen your girlfriend, panicking when you couldn’t find her in the chaos.

“Hermione?!” You yelled, just as masked figures had appeared and started throwing spells left and right.

“Y/N!” A voice yelled. It wasn’t who you wanted to be, your eyes finding the face of Ginny, “Y/N we have to get out of here!”

She began to tug on your arm, trying to lead you away from the crossfire, but your eyes were still searching for the distinct head of curls.

“Hermione!” You all but screamed as you were ushered out of the tent.

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peach-pops · 4 years

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may i perhaps request a continuation of the suga, noya and kags hqs of them meeting ukais niece? like when they start datin and ukai catches them smoochin or just being gross🤢 and kinda stands there like 👁👄👁 if u dont want to just ignore this

Sorry this took sooooo long! This doesn’t have to be a continuation from the first one but if you guys want to check it out, it’s here!

Kageyama, Suga, and Noya Get Caught By Ukai

Kageyama

Kageyama is not a fan of PDA and you may quote me on that

He can MAYBE handle hand holding underneath a table and if he’s feeling a bit bold, a quick kiss on the cheek in the hallways is a possibility only if no one is looking

He wasn’t embarrassed of you but lets be real, he is always at practice or some volleyball event and it would be pretty awkward for him to start kissing his girlfriend when his coach, and also your uncle, is only a few feet away

Your schedule was pretty jam-packed and that meant it was really hard for you to go to his games especially since Ukai expected you to run the store when he was off with the Karasuno boys

This meant that you hardly ever got to see Kageyama play but a part of him didn’t mind because that took less pressure off of him

Ohhhh boy but then the day came where you were able to go watch a game and of course, it had to be the most important one of the season. Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno

That day, Kageyama was a complete mess for a number of reasons but to know that you were going to be at his game terrified him

The game was intense and you were standing the whole time because you couldn’t bring your nerves down at all no matter how hard Saeko and Akiteru tried, you were a nervous wreck

Wait this is separate from the hc but can we pls talk about HOW FUCKING HOT TSUKI’S OLDER BROTHER IS ???

Sorry anyway

To think that the first volleyball game you were seeing was the one to dictate whether or not your boyfriends team made it to nationals was insane but you had so much faith in the team that they would pull it off

You couldn’t even move when Karasuno won the last point. Hell, you even forgot to breath for a second but once you saw the team celebrate together on the court, you felt so proud because they really did the impossible

You shout for Kageyama and when he looks up to see you standing up in the bleachers, he has the BIGGEST smile on his face because holy shit THEY WERE GOING TO NATIONALS!!!!

HE’S CHEESIN SO HARD uwu

After the awards, you wait for Karasuno at the gymdoors and when Kageyama sees you, He runs over to you and literally sweeps you off your feet

Kageyama doesn’t know if it’s from the adrenaline of the win or the absent nerves but all he wants to do is kiss you

So he does AHHHHH IN FRONT OF ALL HIS TEAMMATES

Tanaka and Noya are screaming their heads off their so proud !!! Suga is obviously shielding Hinata’s eyes

He kisses you so hard as if it would be his last and it catches you off guard because um hello??? Who is this man kissing you??

this was the same Kageyama that gave you head pats instead of kisses when he was around his friends and now he’s kissing you as if his life depends on it

But you’re not complaining you’re a bit too busy at the moment trying to enjoy the moment

All he can think about is you; any other sound around him is completely muffled but once the two of you pull away for air, his smile drops so quickly and he almost drops you to the floor

“ Tobio? What’s wrong-” You turn to look over to where he’s staring and your heart drops when you see your Uncle Ukai with his arms crossed

Kageyama stops breathing and he literally turns white cause he’s TERRIFIED AND SO EMBARRASSED

Ukai is kinda weirded out more than anything because first off, he didn’t even think Kageyama showed any emotion besides anger or disinterest and second, he’s always known to be the ‘cool uncle’

Like should he really be yelling??? They’re just kids??? He did a lot worst stuff at his age-

“ It’s not what it looks-”

“ I think I’m just gonna…” Ukai kinda points off to the side and awkwardly steps around the two of you because he rather not think about his student and his niece kissing

so he kinda gives Kageyama a pass? Not because it’s Kageyama you’re dating but just because emotions are so high and it’s like eh okay??

If anything, it would just be kinda awkward between Ukai and Kageyama during practice/school like just lil nods like “ okay I guess you’re dating my niece” and “ okay I guess I’m dating you’re niece”

Sugawara

Suga is just so sweet let me put that out there because it must be known

You two had only been dating for a short time but you both were already so comfortable with each other

He knows you work late some days at Ukai’s store so he always stops by after practice to check up on you and makes sure you ate dinner and that you were caught up with your homework

Tonight was no different as Suga walks in and sees you behind the register trying your best not to fall asleep

“ Ukai isn’t here?”

“ Nope, he texted me and said he was going to stop by the house before coming over with dinner. I wish he would hurry up. I’m about to pass out” You yawned as Suga greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you kicked over a stool so he could sit on the opposite side of the counter,” how was practice?”

“ Kageyama and Hinata got into it again during practice so you know, the usual. I missed you a lot today though, I feel like I hardly ever get to see you.”

*Cue sad puppy dog Suga*

You two weren’t the type of couple to always be attached at the hip. You had your own things to do and so did he but that didn’t stop you both from missing each other

“ I know Koshi but at least you’re here now.”

You had a point, he cherished any time that the two of had together, even if it was only for a few minutes and now that he was with you, he could show you how much he missed you

Suga got rid of his pouty face and leaned over the counter to kiss you but this time, it was way different than any kiss the two of you shared before. His lips were so warm and you practically melted into him because you two hadn’t had time alone in a quick minute

Ukai was on his phone as he stepped into the store but when he looked up to see his niece smooching with one of his students, he was so freaked out he just shouted

“ WHA-HEY! NO KISSING WHILE WORKING!”

You pushed Suga off of you but the force of your push sent you falling backwards in your chair and you landed on the ground with a thud

You groaned and held your head as Ukai and Suga peeked over the counter to make sure you were still alive,” Wah! You said you weren’t coming to the shop until later!”

“ Change of plans, my Uncle senses were going crazy and I’m glad I listened to them! What if a customer walked in and saw two hormonal teenagers going at it?”

“ AIYA alright!” You shouted, feeling more embarrassed than before as you got off the floor.

Suga was lowkey panicking cause he wasn’t even sure what to say. How could he even ease the tension between his girlfriend and coach ????

“ I uhm-” Suga started as Ukai looked over at him,” I’m sorry Ukai-san! I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N!”

Suga bows respectfully as you and Ukai watch him leave the store. Once he’s gone, Ukai only laughs and grabs an apron from the hook.

“ Why are you laughing? You basically traumatized him!”

“ A little fear never hurt anybody but good job, you managed to pick a decent guy for once,” You uncle teased as he patted your head and started to sweep the store

Ukai was definitely protective of who you dated and he had a suspicion that you were going out with someone but now that he knew it was Suga out of all people, he wasn’t worried at all

Of course, he could never say that outloud because again, fear keeps guys in check

Nishinoya

Oh god okay

You live with your uncle Ukai because your parents always traveled a lot for work and since Ukai is literally the coolest uncle in the world, you liked living with him

He would’ve let you live with him anyway but because you offered to help him out at the store, it kinda stuck and that’s how you got into helping him out

Noya and you had been dating for a while now and while Ukai knew the two of you were together, he never really brought it up because a big part of him didn’t even want to acknowledge the fact that his niece was with someone as crazy as Noya

But again, if you and Ukai didn’t bring it up then that’s just the way it is

You and Noya were always pretty busy and since you barely saw each other during the day, you would sneak Noya into your room late at night just to makeout cuddle whatever

And just like any other day, you opened up your bedroom window as Noya carefully climbed in, being extra careful not to make any noise

Now you two hadn’t spent quality time with each other in sooooo long and again, two hormonal teenagers that are touch starved is bound to happen. This is basically a long-winded way to say that it was obvious you two would makeout

No matter how heated the makeout sessions would get, that’s all they would ever be because you two both wanted to wait before taking it to the next level

99% of the time Noya would take off his shirt and today was no different. Your hands were tugging at his hair as his body hovered over yours as your lips moved against each other

Even in the dark, he always told you how pretty you were cause he’s a goob and you would just smile and get back to kissing him

Noya inhaled deeply because this is what pure bliss felt like and he couldn’t be happier being so close to you

“ Hey Y/N, tomorrow I need-” Ukai barged right in and turned the lights on as his eyes landed straight on a shirtless Noya on top of you

“ WHAT THE HELL-”

You screamed as Noya rolled off of you and was frantically trying to find his shirt while avoiding eye contact with Ukai

Through all of the panic, Ukai looked down and saw the shirt on the floor. He just picked it up and threw it at Noya’s head,” Get dressed, and both of you see me downstairs.”

Noya gulped because he knew he was going to get his ass beat and even when Ukai left your room, Noya turned to you with sad eyes

“ If I don’t make it back alive, I want you to know how much I love you. Tell Tanaka I’m sorry.”

“ Yu, I think you’re being dramatic…”

The whole time you and Noya were panicking, Ukai was losing his mind because he knew what he had to talk about with you and he reallyyyyyy wasn’t ready for it

Once you two made it downstairs, you both sat down on opposite sides of the couch

Ukai might’ve looked pissed on the outside, and he was, but he was just so uncomfortable. He didn’t know if it was really his place to bring the birds and the bees but as the adult in the room, it was now his responsibility.

“ You guys realize I have to give you the talk now right?”

“ Uncle Ukai please-”

“ You brought this upon yourself.”

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feraldabi · 3 years

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Press SEND For Love

ERASERMIGHT (Aizawa Shouta/Yagi Toshinori)

Summary: Shouta’s finger hesitates over the send button; he knows once he presses SEND it’ll cause chaos, and he’s not sure if he wants to endure that.

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Shouta’s finger hesitates over the send button; he knows once he presses SEND it’ll cause chaos, and he’s not sure if he wants to endure that.

Yet.

He looks at a certain ex-number one hero, sitting across from him and doing his best to write up next week’s lesson plans. There’s a crease between his brows from how focused the blond is, and he wants nothing more than to reach over and smooth it.

And, maybe pull a long, blond bang just because he could.

Okay, yeah, he’ll send it.

He takes a deep breath and hits SEND. His text stares back at him as if mocking him for wanting—

A loud screech permeates throughout the building.

Soon enough, there’s a scuffle at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge before the door is slammed open revealing two huffing pro heroes.

Enter: Present Mic and Midnight.

God, maybe he has the tiniest bit of regret. But, only a tiny bit.

The duo waves off the voiced concerns from others and zero in on him, regretfully.

Shouta gives them a look. He knows them, and he can’t have them making a scene here. Granted, he knows sending them that text would set them off into a tizzy but oh well. They’re adults and professional heroes, so they can wait until it’s just them in the safety of his room.

He doesn’t even deign them with a response. Shouta simply raises his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion. He can tell that the lack of response is grating at them.

But, he refuses to cooperate with their wants. They’ll give him hell for it later, anyway.

“Shouta,” Hizashi whisper-yells in his left ear.

He closes his eyes and breathes. When he opens his eyes he sees Nemuri claim his right side.

“You can’t just text that and expect us not to ask,” Nemuri adds in her own irritated yet warm tone. “Shouta!”

“I expect you to do your job,” he says, shrugging them off. “Leave me alone.”

Twin yells of, “Shouta,” echoes through the room.

“Ah, is everything alright,” a small, hesitant voice asks. (Shouta knows that voice all too well.)

“No,” Shouta says, a bit too sharp even for him, but he knows he has to put a stop to whatever this will be before it happens.

“Actually,” he hears Nemuri utter. “Your expertise would be very helpful.” She finishes that by batting her lashes at him.

Yagi, bless his soul, blushes a pretty pink that makes him wonder how far down it goes because he can see it reach the tips of his ears.

“Please, ignore them, Yagi-san,” he manages to get out once his brain unfreezes itself after the reboot it had from seeing Yagi blush. “They’re being idiots.”

“Now that’s just hurtful, Sho,” Hizashi declares as he places both hands over his heart. “This is an important question!”

“It’s fine, Aizawa-kun. If I can be of help then, please, ask away.” Yagi’s closes his eyes as he smiles this soft and open smile and ugh Shouta can’t take this.

He has a limit, okay.

And, he’s at the brink of it.

“Wah, thank you, All Might!” Both Nemuri and Hizashi say.

Hizashi rounds the desks and places an arm around Yagi’s shoulders. “Now, big guy,—“ Yagi turns to face him with a serious face “—what do you think a person should do for a first date?”

The question surprises him because he can’t fucking believe his ex-friends are really doing this. Right here, right now.

“Yes! You must have some experience, right?!” Nemuri says, leaning onto Shouta as she looks at Yagi, who’s taking on a redder hue.

“Yagi-san, this is highly inappropriate, please , ignore them,” Shouta states, “I do.” He makes sure to hold eye contact with both ex-friends hoping they’ll feel his ire.

(They do, but it’s fine they’re used to it.)

“No no no, it’s fine—“

“It’s always fine for you, though, isn’t it,” Shouta snips. Can’t he just keep his damn mouth shut for one second. He feels like the bastard he is in this very moment.

His mouth seems to glitch and no words come out. Shouta knows what he wants to say and usually he’ll damn the consequences, but he doesn’t want to fuck this up even more.

But, Yagi beats him to it.

“Apologies, Aizawa-kun, I’m used to a certain mindset that I’m doing my best to revert.” The man awkwardly rubs at his neck, and Yagi looks so sheepish that Shouta can’t help but feel even worse.

“No, I’m sorry. That was shitty of me to say when I know your trying to do better.” A memory of them sitting upon a bench on a cold night comes to Shouta’s mind, and Yagi’s, ‘I’ve decided to live’ haunts him. “Please,” he rushes out, “don’t apologize.”

He can feel his his heart racing, but that could be because he’s holding his breath and totally not because it’s Yagi.

Yagi’s face goes through a series of emotions and settles on this endearing look that has Shouta feeling woozy.

“Thank you, Aizawa-kun.”

He doesn’t deserve Yagi’s forgiveness, but he’ll take it. Shouta offers a nod back l before burying his face into his scarf.

For a moment there’s an awkward silence, and it’s Yagi who breaks it.

“To answer your question, Yamada-san, apologies, but I won’t be much help—“ Yagi pulls a bang and laughs “—I’ve never been on a date before.”

Hizashi and Nemuri do the most dramatic gasp Shouta’s ever heard in his life, but he can’t blame them because what? The number one hero, All Might, has never been on a date?! This seems…fake…

“Excuse me?” Wait, did he say that?

Fuck.

Yagi boisterously laughs causing his bangs to flutter around his face, “I’m aware that it seems far-fetched, but, yes, dating isn’t something I had time for.” He shrugs in a What-Can-You-Do way.

No time? Well, that does make sense, Shouta muses. All Might didn’t become the number one by taking time for himself; this man had dedicated both his time and his health to protecting the innocent.

He feels a sharp elbow introduce itself to his ribs.

“What would you want a first date to be then,” Nemuri asks as her fingers dug into the meat of his arm, forcing him to pay attention to whatever Yagi would say.

(As if he isn’t going to mentally write down what Yagi says.)

Hizashi laughs, “Yeah, what’s a good first date for All Might?”

Yagi contemplates the question and brings a hand to rub at his pointy chin, “I suppose a picnic would be nice.” He nods his head and then looks at all them with a small smile. “Surrounded by trees! It would be intimate yet comfortable.”

The little Shouta in his head is frothing at the mouth because come on! The date that Yagi described sounds perfect. It’s both private yet out in the world; open yet intimate .

Shouta can feel his pulse quicken as an idea hits him. He could ask. He could ask Yagi right here, right now on a date. The timing is perfect, and the text he’s sent to the group chat is burning: How do I ask Yagi out?

This! This is how he could and his mouth opens and words flow out before his brain even catches up: “I’m free this Saturday if you want to go on a picnic date.”

The question catches them all off guard, but he can’t take them back because it’s out there now.

Yagi’s face takes on this reddish hue again, and he nervously twirls a bang around his finger. “Coincidentally, I’m free this Saturday, so I would love to go on a d-date, Aizawa-san.”

“Shouta,” he says, feeling his face warm. “Call me Shouta, please, since we’re going on a date.”

“O-Of course, Sh-Shouta! Toshininori! I mean—My first name, please, call me Toshinori.”

Now, they’re just two fools with red faces looking at each other with smiles on there faces. (Shouta wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Yet, their moment is ruined by twin screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

“SHOUTAAAAAA!”

His quirk activates and he turns it on Hizashi first and then Nemuri.

The room seems to explode in congratulations and applause and fuck, he forget where they were. Goddammit.

He huffs before looking toward a sheepish Yagi—no, Toshinori—who looks so happy that he can’t help but smile, too.

Wait, what time is it. Well fuck, sucks for them.

Shouta can feel a grin spread across his face as he looks at both Hizashi and Nemuri. “Better start running,” he says, causing his two non-ex friends to pause in their jovial celebration. “Your 20 minutes late for your classes and you know how Nezu is about punctuality.”

He can see the brain cell jumping back and forth between them and then—

Off they go. They’re running for their lives.

“Heh.”

That’ll teach them for being nosy.

“Toshinori, what food do you want to bring for the picnic?”

“Oh! We can bring egg sandwiches, fruit, and I found this new brand of teas we can try together. Also—“

Shouta let’s Toshinori’s words flow through him and settle in his heart. He’s so glad he worked up the courage to ask.

(He’s grateful for his nosy ass friends.)

“That sounds wonderful, Toshinori.”

#erasermight #allhead #yagi toshinori #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kayama nemuri #bnha #boku no hero academia #my writing #fanfic #fluff #its cute thats it heheh #this the fic is the one i was talkin bout lmfaooooooo #also if yagi was a hybrid would he be a dog or a bunny one....i need to know for reasons

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vivilove-jonsa · 4 years

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Halloween prompt 😁: "we have to run, now!".

Hello, my dear! Thank you for the prompt. This turned out different than my original thoughts on this one but have a little Halloween Haunted Corn Maze Fluff.

(and just fyi for others, I afraid I won’t be able to do any more prompts for a bit after this one)

Halloween night. What on earth had made her agree to this?

Pride.

Oh yeah.

Look, it’s not like she doesn’t love her siblings. She does.

But sometimes, they have a knack for making Sansa feel like an outsider in her own family. It’s not intentional but a lot of the stuff she likes just doesn’t appeal to the others and vice versa.

And one thing they all seem to love which Sansa does not is scary stuff. Horror movies, haunted houses, Halloween stuff.

Even Jon, who isn’t technically a sibling but gets treated like one by everyone else, has more in common with them than Sansa does, it seems.

So, when she’d asked Arya what she was doing this Saturday night, not remembering that it was October 31st and therefore Halloween, she’d been told she was going to the corn maze.

“A corn maze? Who’s going?”

“Me and Gendry are going to meet Robb and Jon who are taking Bran, Rickon and some friends there.”

“The boys are going too?”

Their little brothers are still underage so it wasn’t the usual Saturday night pub crawl that Sansa has occasionally joined the others in. (Which she’s joined them for more frequently since breaking up with her boyfriend three months ago.)

“Yeah.”

“Well, it sounds fun…”

She’d let that linger, waiting to see if her sister would extend an invitation. Her stomach had knotted up at the thoughts that the offer might not come but Arya hadn’t let her down, not exactly.

“Right. Well, you’re welcome to come. There’s a pumpkin patch or hayride if you want to wait for us there.”

“Why would I want to go on a hayride alone? And who’s picking pumpkins on Halloween night? Won’t all the pumpkins be picked?” (Honestly, she’d be very sad if there were any pumpkins left behind and would want to take them with her.)

“But…Sans, it’s a haunted corn maze. I don’t think it’ll be your thing.”

Thus, Pride had had its say and insisted that of course she would enjoy going to a haunted corn maze on Halloween and how dare anyone suggest otherwise.

Alright, she’d looked wistfully at the little shed where they were selling popcorn, caramel apples and hot apple ciders upon their arrival. She might have even sighed seeing the young couples wearing gloves with rosy cheeks climbing onto the haybales for their hayride. But she’d marched determinedly up to the booth ahead of everyone else to buy her ticket first because Sansa Stark is not a fraidy cat.

Which has led to her current predicament.

“We have to run, now!” Rickon shouts as the chainsaw-wielding murderer gets closer.

Yes, part of her agrees. Her fight or flight instincts are kicking in with flight winning. Every hair on her head is standing on end. Why does a power tool get to have that level of impact on my psyche when I’ve never even seen that movie?!

But running doesn’t seem like the answer to her logical mind. They’re all together, a pack. That’s how they’d got past the zombies after their first wrong turn. They’d been hemmed in until Jon had spied the exit path. They’d shuffled along as one with Sansa and Rickon’s friend Shireen doing their best to be as much in the middle of their group as possible. (Clearly, the girl was scared and wanted to hold Sansa’s hand, okay?) Anyway, they’d out-shuffled those zombies and been in the clear for five whole minutes before this Leatherface guy showed up.

So, that is obviously the solution here. They should stick together, not take off in the middle of a huge ass corn maze in the dark in three different directions.

Unfortunately, that’s precisely what Rickon and his friends do.

“No, we don’t need to run! Kids, we’re…ugh!”

Robb shouts after them as well to no avail. “Rickon Stark, if you don’t get your ass back here this second I am never taking you and your friends anywhere ever a-…shit.” They now have three 12-years-olds to hunt down in the middle of a corn maze. “Okay, Arya and Gendry take this path. Bran, you come with me down that one. Jon, you and Sansa look for them that way.”

Sansa tries not to grimace. It’s not a grimace of distaste. It’s a grimace of something else. Based on the way Jon scowls, she knows she didn’t succeed in not grimacing. Well, he was already scowling. Scowling is kind of a go-to look for him in social settings. (Don’t tell but it’s a surprisingly good look on him.)

“Fine. Come on,” he mutters, leading the way with one of the three flashlights they’d brought between them.

It’s not that she dislikes Jon. She hopes he doesn’t dislike her though they’ve never been as close as he is with the others. She’d like to be closer maybe. In fact, she’s teetering pretty firmly in the opposite direction of dislike, has been for the past month or so since she’d got over her break up (nothing that serious anyway) and started spending more time with him and the others on Saturday nights.

Yeah, Robb sniggers when she orders her daquiris instead of the ales they all drink but Jon doesn’t. He’s really pretty sweet about fetching drinks and often offers to give her a lift home. He’s actually kind of funny when he loosens up a bit, too.

But he’s Jon. He’s known her since she was three. Those little flutters she’s starting to notice around him are obviously the effect of the alcohol, right?

Except you’ve not had anything to drink tonight.

So, why the grimace? Well, because she likes Jon and she’s already a little afraid of embarrassing herself out here which means it’s bound to happen.

Maybe I should’ve just rode the hayride alone. I could’ve saved all the unloved pumpkins and stuffed them in the back of Robb’s SUV, too.

They set off down one of the paths, the mowed down corn stalks and mud squishing beneath their boots while they’re surrounded on all sides. She’s glad they’ve got a full moon. It’s a blue moon. They’re already rare but on Halloween? That seems pretty special. It’d feel romantic in other circumstances.

Like side by side on a hayride. He might offer me his jacket and…

Ugh, would you stop? You’re not on a date with Jon.

“Ow! Will you watch it?!”

She’d been staring up at the moon and hadn’t realized Jon had come to a halt. She’s run right into his back, her boots catching his own boot-covered ankles. He’s more solid than you’d think just looking at him. He also smells good…and she’s a clumsy dork.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He’s looking around, listening.

“What is…”

She doesn’t get the rest of her sentence out because someone has grasped her arm.

Someone who isn’t Jon.

She’s screaming bloody murder and there’s maniacal laughter coming from the close-packed stalks that surround them. Yes, they’d been told they might be lightly touched by performers during their ‘experience.’ They’d had to sign waivers that they agreed to that and that they wouldn’t physically retaliate. Sansa is not remotely a violent person but, right now, she’s ready to knock the living daylights out of whoever grabbed her arm.

She’s pulled herself into the middle of the path, not that it’s that wide, and is hugging herself and shaking once the hand lets go of her.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s move this way,” Jon says, pulling her down the path away from whoever that was hiding back in the corn.

He thinks he has to protect her, like she’s some little girl who can’t handle a scare.

She mutters she’s fine. She is fine but also embarrassed. And yeah, there’s the chainsaw in the distance again and this whole experience is making her jumpy. It may be a bit obvious.

“Why’d you come tonight?”

“Huh?” She’d been walking along, lost in her thoughts. She glances over at Jon and it clicks what he asked. “I don’t know. I like hanging out with everyone.”

“We like you hanging out with us but I didn’t think a haunted corn maze would be your thing.”

“It’s not. I just thought…” She sighs. “I just didn’t want to be left behind.”

He nods thoughtfully. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy stuff like this.”

“But everyone else does.”

“You don’t have to be everyone, Sansa. You’re perfect the way you are.”

She raises her eyebrows, grinning at him. “I’m perfect?”

“Don’t let that go to your head.” He starts grinning back. His grins are even hotter than his scowls.

“Thanks, Jon.”

“And I wouldn’t have left you behind. I mean if…” He scrubs at his beard, looking a little embarrassed himself. “I would’ve stuck with you outside the maze while everyone did this.”

“You would?!” He would?!

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t want to hold you back from having a good time with everyone else.”

“I’ve done corn mazes before. You wouldn’t be holding me back from having a good time. Not that I’m much company or…”

“GARRRRR!!! MU-WAH-HAHA!!!”

A horrific looking clown comes out of the corn right behind them…carrying a huge freaking axe?!

And we’re screaming again, she notes internally as she grasps Jon’s arm.

The thing is, he’s shouting, too. “We need to run, now!”

He half drags her along but she’s not complaining. She’s too busy trying not to hyperventilate.

They run until they run out of path. They run until they’re both laughing at themselves and each other for running. They run until they realize they’re surrounded by the warmth of glowing lights and cute carved pumpkins instead of corn with the smell of apple cider and popcorn in the air. They’ve escaped the maze.

Rickon and his friends are all sitting together at one of the nearby tables, eating caramel apples and popcorn in huge bites. Her little brother laughs when she attempts to scold him for running off, saying he figured everyone else could find their own way out. “I mean, we found our way and we’re just kids.”

“Should we go back in and look for the others?” Jon asks her.

“No, they can find their way out, can’t they?”

Surely, they can. Besides, she’s got a few unloved pumpkins to save. Jon doesn’t say a peep. Just helps her load them into the back of Robb’s SUV.

“I love toasted pumpkin seeds.”

“Me, too.”

And when her and Jon decide to go on the hayride after sharing some apple cider a short time later, Sansa decides she hopes it takes them a little longer to find their way out of the maze. Especially when Jon drapes his jacket over her shoulders as they hold hands under the full blue moon.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #dialogue prompts #vivilove-jonsa fic

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mochiiwrites · 4 years

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Ace Trapolla wandered through the halls, intending to loiter or bother the prefect.

“Ahh, I’m so glad the day’s finally over. I get to procras-”

“OI!” A shout thrust Ace out of his thoughts. The voice belonged to Deuce Spade. Ace let out a started yelp.

“Agh! You dumbass! Why’re you shoutin like that out of nowhere!”

“You almost stepped on something, you imbecile!”

“Eh? What do you-”

Ace looked to where Deuce was pointing. Something small was left on the floor. It turned, revealing a beak. It chirped.

“AAAAA-!” The first-years screamed at the sudden sound until Deuce clamped his hands over his and Ace’s mouths.

“Eww, what are you doing sticking your fingers in my mouth like that?” Ace complained as soon as Deuce released his grip.

“We should be quiet, we wouldn’t want to startle it...or get in trouble for causing a ruckus...again.”

“What kinda bird is it?”

“I…I’m not sure.” Deuce cautiously scooped up the bird. Deuce moved his hands to show Ace… a chick.

“It’s a chick.”

“I know that, idiot.”

“So...what do we do with it?”

“Don’t ask me. Lets ask…the prefect, or something.”

——♠️🐣❤️——

The brain cell duo made their way to Ramshackle Dorm. Ace didn’t bother knocking, he just barged in.

“Hey Prefect!” No response.

“Yuuuuuuu?”He called but, no one responded, except for the chick’s chirping.

“...Weird.” He muttered to no one in particular.

Deuce suggested, “Maybe they had to help with something?”

“You have any idea how little that narrows it down? They’re always helping with something.”

“Well, at least you’re smart enough to know that they’re helpful.”

“What do you-”

A different voice broke them out of their bickering. “What are you two doing here? Have you come to see the Great Grim himself?”

“Ah, no. We came to see the Prefect. Do you know where they are, Grim?”

“Fgna! You mean, you don’t know? It's not my business, ya know?”

“What the- Yes it is?? You LIVE in the SAME BUILDING YOU-” Ace was going to get a headache.

“Shut up! You’re too loud!” Deuce suddenly interjected.

“So are you, you dunce!” Ace shot back.

Grim finally answered Ace’s question, “Well, I dunno where they are, so let's just go find ‘em! I could smell ‘em from a mile away! I am pretty great after all!”

The chick chirped at the implication of how the Prefect smelled, weird...

The trio, or quartet if you include the chick, started their search! They travelled far and wide…to the Heartslabyul lounge.

——😼♠️🐣♦️❤️——

“Ah! Adeuce combi! And Gri-chan! Back at it again! Whatcha doing? And where’s the Prefect?”

Deuce perked his head up at the sound of the third year’s voice.

“Ah, Cater-senpai. We were actually thinking of where we could find them. Do you have any ideas?”

“Eh...I think they were helping Epel with cleaning the entire ballroom. Sounds like it sucks, especially since he was supposed to do it by himself, originally.”

“Oh, well, thank you Cater-senpai. We appreciate the help.” Deuce got up and bowed respectfully, then got really confused when Cater took a picture.

“O-M-G! #Cute! Where’d you find your friend? #Chickadeuce_Combi!” Cater eagerly posted something to MagiCam.

“What…?” ‘Friend? What could Cater-senpai be…’ Deuce had a revelation. “Oh! The chick was just in the hallway, we were looking for the Prefect to see if they knew what to do with it.”

“Why not just babysit it? I’d love to see more of the #Chickadeuce_Combi! Ah, bet then again, Riddle probably wouldn’t be very happy… Well, good luck! I’ve gotta head to the Light Music Club!” Cater sent himself off with a wave and a final picture of the ‘Chickadeuce Combi’.

“Wait, where are we going?” Ace asked, seeming to have woken from a nap.

“When did you fall asleep?”

Ace made a shrugging noise and an ‘eugh?’ noise.

“Whatever, we’re heading to Pomefiore, Cater said the Prefect was there.”

“Oka-AAGH!” Ace was promptly stepped on by Grim, and pulled out of his chair by Deuce.

——😼♠️🐣🍎❤️——

Once the quartet made it to Pomefiore’s ballroom, they heard a soft voice...muttering complaints and curses. Along with quiet complaints and cursing, they heard a lot of splashing.

“Ugh, my wrists are going to fall off… Where’d the Prefect go… I need some fu-”

“Epel?” At the mention of his name, the Pomefiore first-year cut himself off and dropped his sponge.

Epel scrambled to pick up the sponge and find a good word that started with ‘Fu’ “Fu-fu...F-Fun! A fun break! Just a small one! I wasn’t going to…” Epel looked up to see some of his fellow first years… and a chick...on Deuce’s head. Epel thought to himself, ‘Well, at least it’s not Vil-sama.’

“Whatchu lot doin’- ah, I mean...What are you guys doing here?”

Ace explained their situation, “Looking for the Prefect, Cater told us they’d be here. So…where are they?”

“I… I don’t know...”

“Ah, well, thank you for your time, Epel! Good luck with your cleaning!” Deuce bowed again, and the chick almost fell off his head.

“Ah, Deuce be careful! Your friend could get hurt.”

Deuce immediately fixed his posture and lightly checked his hair for the chick. “Y-you’re right, Epel! How irresponsible of me…”

“Don’t mention it! Actually, don’t mention anything...I’m not really supposed to be talking to anyone ‘til I’m done with all this.” Epel stretched his arms and gestured to the entire room.

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose, “Great Seven, what did you even do? This has gotta be punishment for something, right?”

Epel cautiously looked around and lowered his voice, clearly watching for Vil, Rook or just anyone who had the ability to tell him off.

Gathering his confidence he admitted his crime.

“I… I said that Rook was an asshat.”

Deuce looked like he was going through a crisis and he covered the chick’s nonexistent ears. Ace haphazardly fought back a chuckle, Grim grinned and laughed,

“Nyahaha! That's great!”

“No, it’s not, Grim. Why don’t you help Epel with cleaning?” Deuce scolded Grim with a “bonk” to the head.

“Wha- No! The Great Grim can’t-”

But the Heartslabyul first years already left.

——♠️🐣🍎——

Another day, but still no Prefect. But on the other hand, the Heartslabyul Dorm gained another (temporary) resident. The problem is Riddle didn’t like them that much. So Deuce and Ace would have to take care of it in secret. Ace also wasn’t really willing to take care of the “stupid bird”, So it was only Deuce trying to care for it in secret. Currently, Ace had basketball and Deuce had been left alone. The first year set the chick down on a table, and was staring intently at it, wondering what to do. He stayed like that for who-knows-how-long until…

“Deuce?”

“Ah! Come in, the door should be open!”

Epel appeared in the doorway when Deuce turned his head.

“Did you manage to find the Prefect?”

“Actually...no. We still don’t know where they are.”

“That’s strange… Well, how’s the chick?”

“They’re good...I hope. I was thinking of giving it a name.”

“Really?” Epel asked, with an amused huff.

“Well, calling it ‘the chick’ seems...rude? The horses in the horseback riding club are named, so why not the chick?”

“Ehh, the chick is…” Epel trailed off, afraid to hurt the chick’s feelings, for some strange reason. “Nevermind, did you have a name in mind?”

“I was thinking...Enka?”

“Enka?” Epel echoed the Heartslabyul student, seeing if the name suited the chick. “That sounds nice.”

Deuce sprouted an idea, “Epel, you’re a farmer, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you have any experience with chickens?”

“Wha-no! I’m an apple farmer. Sure, my family has horses, but definitely not chickens.”

“Agh, I’m so sorry for assuming! Please forgive me!” Deuce bowed at inhuman speed, which may or may not be impressive.

Epel tried to hold in his laughter, but failed. “Snrk-Ehehe~! You’re fine, you’re fine. But I guess, I could help you take care of Enka.”

“Really?! Thank you, that would be wonderful!”

“It’s the least I can do, you did have Grim help me clean the ballroom, afterall.”

“Okay so...how do we take care of Enka?”

——😿♠️🐣🍎❤️——

Ace barged in the dorm with a depressed and tired Grim cradled in his arms. He was greeted by Deuce reading a book with the chick. A bowl of apples cut into small pieces in front of them.

“What the hell are you doing, dumbass?”

Deuce quickly dropped the book and maneuvered to cover the chick’s ‘ears’. “Language! I was trying to talk to Enka.”

“Who’s Enka?”

“The chick, Deuce thought it would be nice if we gave them a name.” Epel walked into view, with a list of places at Night Raven College.

“Hah, of course he would. Enka’s an alright name, I guess.” Ace snatched the paper out of the lavender haired boy’s hands. “What’s this for?”

“It’s for when we search for the Prefect, so we can cross off places we’ve already searched.”

“We gonna start searching now? Or what?”

“That works for me.”

“Nya-wah-haahhhh...I miss Yuu…” Grim sobbed, but no one knew if it was genuine tears.

Enka chirped sympathetically.

——😼♠️🐣🍎❤️🐩——

The now-quintet only got one step into NRC’s halls before they were stopped by faculty.

“My my, what are the puppies doing out of their litter?” Divus Crewel said, with a dissatisfied face.

“Ah, Crewel-sensei. We were going to look for Yuu.” Epel calmly responded, in contrast to Deuce’s panicked bowing. (Enka was safe, instead of being on Deuce’s head, they sat in Deuce’s cupped hands.)

“Ah, the Prefect puppy would be right...there.” Crewel pointed towards the small chick cradled in Deuce’s hands.

“EHHHHH?!?!”

“QUIET! DOWN BOYS, DOWN!” Crewel cracked his whip and cleared his throat, “Ahem, yes. Surprisingly, that birdie is the Prefect, at least, it should be. A student was staying after school to understand this transformation potion better. They accidentally spilled some and Yuu happened to be in the splash zone, and then they were nowhere to be found.”

“So… that would mean that Enka is Yuu.”

Enka chirped in approval, and in a tone that sounded like “Yes! Finally!”.

“Ya kiddin’ me?” Ace threw his hands up, very pissed, “So we had ‘em the whole time!”

“Nyagh...This is confusing…”

“If you puppies would stop yapping, I could transform them back.”

“Right! Of course, yes sir!” Deuce quickly gave his teacher Enka.

Crewel sent the group back while he got started on transforming Yuu. Grim, Epel and Deuce waited patiently in Ramshackle Dorm, Ace had detention for something he had done earlier in the day.

——😼♠️✨🍎——

Yuu looked down at their hands, thankful that they were no longer wings. They took their human hands and opened the door.

“I’m bACK-” They didn’t finish their sentence due to Grim tackling them.

“Yuu! You’re back! You can’t leave the Great Grim alone by himself!”

“Ahaha, I won’t, I won’t.”

“Glad you’re okay, Prefect!” Epel warmly smiled at them.

“Must’ve been interesting being a chick for a while, huh?” Deuce rested his hand on his chin, as if he were contemplating what the experience would’ve been like.

“Yeah, but at least you got to take care of me! I wouldn’t mind if you did it again!”

The Prefect’s statement caused Epel to hide his face and Deuce was left a stuttering mess.

#mochiifics!#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst yuu #twst fic #twisted wonderland fic #twst deuce #twst ace #twst epel #twst grim #twst crewel #twst cater

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TimKon Week 2020 - Day 1: What’s Going On?

Category: Gen or Pre-slash

Genre: Angst/Friendship

Fandoms: DC Comics, Superverse, Teamverse

Continuity: Post-Crisis/Pre-Flashpoint & Rebirth

Summary: Iris Force didn't really have visions, she just knew things. But tonight, for the first time, she had one. And it was about somebody who shouldn't be there. The TimKon part isn’t that big even if it hints at how bit it could be. As of this story they’re still just friends so it can be seen as platonic or romantic

Word Count: 3356

AN: A part of this is a WIP I had already posted here : https://sweetwriting.tumblr.com/post/165029401671/hello-this-is-a-snippet-for-a-fic-ive-always but to which I was never able to find fitting parts. This part stayed at least as an inspiration of the Vibe I wanted to give but ended up being put to the side. However this Prompt gave me an idea so I’ll try to see where it goes and if it does’n work well…It will be considered as a bonus :D There’s also a reference to Ruelle’s song “I will Find You” as this song is kinda linked to most of the TimKon Angst and general New Rebirth Plot.

Prompt: Under Lock & Key - Future

Can be read on AO3

A breath.

Everything was dark. Were his eyes even open?

Another breath.

What was he feeling around him? It felt like a liquid. But how could he possibly breathe in a liquid?

Another one. He extended his arms. Glass. Surrounding him.

And another. Faster.

He didn’t have enough place to extend them completely.

Another breath. Panic.

Who was he? Another one.

How did he know he was a “he”.

And another.

What was going on?

And another.

Where was he?

And another.

Why.

Another.

How.

Another.

Where.

Another.

Superman.

That was his name. But it wasn’t. It was supposed to be his name. But it wasn’t. Why. Who was he?

Paul Westfield.

That was his father? No.

Alexander Luthor. Was he his father? No. Disgusting.

Who?

Why?

How?

Where?

Was Superman his father? No. Brother. Clark Kent? Same.

Names.

So many names.

Robin, Impulse, Wonder Girl, Roxy, Rex Leech, Dubbilex, Tana Moon, Sam Makoa, Guardian, Hero, Matrix, Aura, Half-Life, Sparx, Empress, Arrowette, Secret, Red Tornado, Traya, Speedy, Green Lantern, Ravager, Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Nightwing, Flash, Max Mercury, Wonder Woman, Troia, Agent A, Batman, Not Robin, Red Hood, Spoiler, Batgirl, Knockout, Lori, Simon, Ma Kent. Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Donna Troy, Diana Prince, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Jim Harper, Victor Stone, Garfield Logan, Koriand’r, Rose Wilson,,Sterling, Kyle Rainer, Mia Dearden, Victoria no Greta Hayes, Cissie King-Jones, Anita Fite, Donna Carol Force, Byron Stark, Lindsey Wah, Hero Cruz, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bart Allen.

Tim.

Tim Drake.

He remembers.

Names.

His best friends.

Bart and Tim.

This is a pod or a tube or whatever.

He’s Superboy, Kon-El, Conner Kent. The Metropolis Kid, The Boy of Steel.

And he has to find his friends. To make sure Ma is okay. He can’t abandon them again. He can’t abandon Tim again. How long was he in there?

Panic.

Everything goes completely white.

- - - - -

Shortly before Flashpoint happened.

Timberton, British Columbia, Canada.

Iris Force woke up with a gasp. It was the first time she saw what felt so far off in the future and felt so entwined with the recipient of her vision. It was that boy, Superboy who had been one of her dear D.C’s friends back when she went to that horrible party place.

She suddenly heard her door open and the voice of her granddaughter, Anastasia, come to her.

“Granny Iris, I’ve felt you panic, are you alright?”

Iris felt her dear Anastasia settle next to her and help her sit by pulling her elbow.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” She answered, leaving herself time to try and sort out what could be happening.

Anastasia’s hands came to take her own in them in a reassuring gesture.

“Don’t worry, I’m honestly more concerned by the strangely strong reaction you showed to one of you visions. And especially since I’ve never known you to have prophetic dreams”.

Iris turned her head toward her granddaughter. She might not be able to see but she wasn’t going to be impolite.

“This is a problem, It didn’t seem to be a prophetic dreams yet it still was. It seemed to be happening in a far-off future but in the past at the same time. Distant and close at once. I’ve been trying to make sense of it but I can’t seem to be able to do that. And it’s something I’d rather have sorted out before I talk to Donna Carol.”

Anastasia startled and asked in a tiny voice why her sister was concerned.

“It’s about the Superboy. You remember, they were friends a few years ago. Even if they lost touch his death and resurrection had deeply affected her and I think this might too.”

- - - - - -

Prime Earth. Around the Time Red Robin’s future self came to the present.

Timberton, British Columbia, Canada.

She suddenly heard her door open and the voice of her granddaughter, Anastasia, come to her.

“Granny Iris, I’ve felt you panic, are you alright?”

Iris felt her dear Anastasia settle next to her and help her sit by pulling her elbow.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” She answered, leaving herself time to try and sort out what could be happening.

Anastasia’s hands came to take her own in them in a reassuring gesture.

“Don’t worry, I’m honestly more concerned by the strangely strong reaction you showed to one of you visions. And especially since I’ve never known you to have prophetic dreams”.

Iris turned her head toward her granddaughter. She might not be able to see but she wasn’t going to be impolite.

“This is a problem, It didn’t seem to be a prophetic dreams yet it still was. It seemed to be happening in the near future but in the past at the same time. Distant and close at once. I’ve been trying to make sense of it but I can’t seem to be able to do that. And it’s something I’d rather have sorted out before I talk to Donna Carol.”

Anastasia startled and asked in a tiny voice why her sister was concerned.

“I do not know, I just know it concerns a Superboy. They were friends a few years ago. No. They were not. I know the universe had changed but I don’t exactly know how. This is one of these changes.”

She knew Anastasia was frowning. She could not blame her as it was confusing even for her. She had told her family the universe had changed but since most of those changes were unknown even to her, and since their family didn’t seem in any immediate danger, they let it be and almost never thought of it again. Except for Donna Carol. She wanted to act. To become a hero. It was obvious but she had never acted on it. Probably due to the knowledge that a past she had lived had been erased. While it fueled her desire to help as a hero more than before it also scared her. The fact that her aunt had not left the family and as such making sure Donna Carol did not have an example to follow might have also helped.

Because yes, Iris knew Donna Carol had been a hero and Allure had left. But that was only because she saw the shift between then and now within the family. She could only see the very big changes when she met people concerned by them.

Just like she knew this conversation had happened before the shift. Maybe not the exact same but her other/past self had the same vision.

What was happening?

- - - - - - -

Conner awoke to a dark room. Or was it a cave? It was too dark to tell but he could not hear the telltale sign of machinery. No sound, no light. Nothing

He wasn’t sure. What he knew was that he was in a pod, in a liquid. That he had woken up some time before and gotten most of his memory back. The pod had fallen sideways on the ground and was the glass was cracking. He tried to push against it but he couldn’t.

Why? Why couldn’t he just burst though? Why wasn’t his TTK working? Where was he? What was going on?

So he screamed.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP! BART! TIM! CLARK! CA…”

He was interrupted by crackling. And a sudden burst of blue light.

Right in front of him was electricity in the shape of a woman. He smiled in relief. He knew her after all, she was an old friend of his.

“D.C! Boy am I glad to see you! It’s been a while!”

The girl however didn’t seem to show the same joy.

“Wow Granny said I knew a Superboy in the old world but I half believed her. But you actually look that other Superboy who disappeared, and you seem to know me.”

Now Conner was confused. What old world? Why would she need Granny Iris to tell her they were friends? Why was he still in this thing?

“Whatever! Can you help me get out? I can’t seem to be able to use any of my powers.”

D.C shrugged and agreed. She fried the commands and opened the lid of the pod before lifting him then she promptly let him fall as she covered her eyes and turned around.

Conner fell on his butt, the floor was made of wood so he didn’t hurt himself much, but apparently he hadn’t retained his invulnerability.

“Hey! Why did you drop me DC?!”

D.C. had curled up in the air, her back still to him. She answered him in a small voice.

“You’re naked”

Conner looked down. She was right. It was luck then that the floor was made of wood and not a less smooth surface. He looked around. There wasn’t anything to cover himself as he was in a bare rectangular room only filled with cables. The door DC had opened seemed to show water as he could see the ripples reflecting the moon and stars in what would be a rather bleak night otherwise.

D.C ran toward the door with her eyes closed.

“I’m gonna go try and find you something more decent. Wait here!”

And she left him there. Well he didn’t have much shame but even he knew better than to walk around naked -if only to avoid unwanted attention when he was already so confused. In the meantime he would try to see what he could still do. So he tried to get up, and promptly fell down again.

“OK so baby steps…literally.”

Two hours later and he could finally walk almost normally. However he really couldn’t use any of his powers. He also wasn’t anywhere close to knowing what was going on. That’s when he heard the telltale sound of Sparx’s powers nearby.

She came in with her eyes closed and two pieces of cloth in her arms.

“OK so pants are harder to fit especially since I don’t know your size so I found a hoodie and a skirt, hope you don’t mind”.

She threw the clothes n the room and turned around. Conner Started putting them on as he answered.

“They definitely wouldn’t be my first choice but I don’t mind. At least the skirt is nicer than the dress I had to wear last time”.

“Wait.You really wore a dress?”

“Yeah, it was to be used as a distraction. Honestly it was fun even if I had my costume underneath. All right, I’m all done.”

D.C turned toward him.

“Hey it’s actually not that bad. Though the fact that it’s night and we can’t really see the colors probably help.”

Conner rolled his eyes. Of course he looked good in it. He looked good in almost everything. Granted he wasn’t sure what he looked like right now. Sparx coughed and he brought his attention back on her.

“OK so…this isn’t the most comfortable place to talk and I’m honestly not the best person to talk world heroics with so I’m gonna bring you to my family and especially my granny Iris. Don’t worry though they all…”

“Have powers, yeah I know I already met them, you brought us there remember?”

“That’s the thing actually, I don’t. I’m only here because of granny Iris”

“Oh.”

There was a slight lull before D.C started again.

“Anyway we should go, you can fly right?”

Conner shifted slightly.

“Yeah, actually, no. I seem to have lost my powers actually”

“Well it’s okay, I’ll just have to fly you there. We might have to take a few breaks though because while I’m not slow, I’m also not strong enough to go all the way there while holding you in one go”

Conner nodded and they left. As Sparx got high up in the sky, he noticed that what they left wasn’t a room but actually one of several train cars left on the side of a river bank. It seemed to have been separated from another part which was nowhere to be found. Moss had started to grow on it so it had been there for a while. He had been there for a while.

- - - - - - - -

It took them six hours to get to the Force family and they mostly spoke about the new tv shows that D.C. had found interesting lately so they would avoid any topic too heavy (apparently he had missed out on a hilarious cop show). Also Smartphones were so much more advanced as they were the last time he saw them.

- - - - - - -

Timberton, British Columbia, Canada.

As they landed in front of a house in a clearing surrounded by woods, a young brown-haired teenager came to greet them.

“D.C ! Mom said that you would probably need to rest when arriving so you need to show Superboy the guest room.”

D.C. undid her transformation and turned into a cute girl with short brown hair and dressed in a baseball shirt and jeans.

“No way! I’m not tired and I wanna know what’s going on!”

Ana smiled at her big sister and turned toward the house.

“Granny Iris said you’d say that and is waiting for you both in the living room”.

D.C rolled her eyes and grumbled a short “then why not invite us there directly?” before going after her sister followed by a nostalgia filled hero.

Iris Force looked as dignified as ever when, putting the cup of tea she was sipping back on the teacup in her hand, she greeted her granddaughter and her friend from another life.

“Hello Superboy, it has been a while. Though I believe you did get a few name since we last saw each other.”

“Hi Mrs Force. I go by Conner as a civilian and Kon El among other heroes now. Though you already knew that. It’s nice to see you again”.

The older woman kept her eyes closed as she smiled at him. He and D.C sat down on the couch next to Granny Iris’ armchair. Both had a teacup waiting in front of them on the table, filled with warm tea.

“You’re much more subdued than I remember young man. I would like to say it is nice to see you have grown up but as I know what some of it implies I’m afraid I am just saddened for you”.

Conner flinched at the bluntness and D.C almost got up to yell at her grandmother before changing her mind as Conner nodded at Granny. The older woman started talking again.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to fill in most gaps, you know our family doesn’t really get involved in heroics so we don’t have the same kinds of information you could get from those people. All I know is that a few years ago, I woke up with the distinct feeling that things had changed. I didn’t know what but when I saw Allure and D.C. I immediately knew what had changed for them. For you….I can see what you where but I’m not sure what you are right now. Do you have any idea what happened to you?”

Conner stared at the teapot in the middle of the table for a few minutes.

“I don’t remember how I got there to be honest. The last thing I remember clearly was being with my best friends, Tim and Bart. I’m…I’m pretty sure I was with Tim for a while but I don’t know where or what happened.”

There was a pause.

“Oh my God! I don’t know where he is! I don’t have my powers I can’t make sure he’s okay! What do I do?”

“Maybe just google his name, whoever “he” is.”

Conner turned to D.C who showed him her phone already put on a google page. He tapped Tim’s name in the search bar and found pictures of the Wayne family with basic information. He frowned. Something was definitely wrong and it was not just because of Tim’s height…Wait.

“That’s not Tim!”

D.C Looked on her phone and almost screamed.

“You know the Waynes? Wait. Why do you say it’s not him?”

Kon turned the phone fully toward her.

“Look he reaches Bruce Wayne’s ear and it say he’s 5’10” and that’s just wrong. Tim’s tiny. He barely reached 5’6” and his hair here is way too short so that can’t be him.”

D.C. looked at him with an unimpressed look.

“Seriously, that’s what you’re basing this on? The Tim Drake from this world could have simply eaten better food that helped him grow up or there was a light alteration to his genes that made him taller and maybe he just got used to having short hair.”

“Well it also says he just turned 17 and I remember celebrating his 18th birthday.”

“This could simply be a timeline issue”

“He’s just weird okay! And not just him. This picture kinda creeps me out actually”.

Conner gave D.C her phone back as he started pouting. He wasn’t good with words but he knew something was wrong. It was in the attitude displayed. There had always been a level of fakeness in these kinds of pictures if only because of Brucie Wayne’s character, but the affection never felt as fake or distant as it did in this picture. DC played with her phone for a few seconds before giving it back to him.

“Maybe it was just that picture, look here are some other ones”.

So Conner tried. He looked at them all but they all gave him the same vibe. He tried to look for Bart too but nothing came up. There was only Barry Allen. He gave D.C her phone back and shook his head while trying to stifle a yawn. He would look for Cassie and the others later. He wasn’t sure he could take another disappointment right now.

It’s at this point that Granny Iris intervened.

“I think it’s time for you both to go to bed. Donna Carol you’ve flown for a while you should rest. Conner will try to get in touch with other heroes later on. I believe the Wally West you know is around somewhere. But you need to rest a little.”

Both D.C and Conner nodded and D.C lead the not-so-much Boy of Steel to the guest bedroom for the night. Before they parted ways, she informed him there should be clothes for him there and that he better explain how they knew each other after breakfast.

There was a small bathroom linked to the room and Conner used the opportunity to take himself in. He was tiny. Well not really but compared to how buff he had gotten in recent times he was closer to how he was when he was born at first. He even had his hair back. Even though he had cut it short to try and avoid looking like Superman, he had to admit that he missed having longer hair.

As he settled in his bed the only thing he could only think of one thing. He would find them no matter where they were. He was not going to lose Tim and Bart. They could probably handle themselves but he didn’t want them to have to. He didn’t want Tim to be on his own again. He just wanted to be with him right now.

- - - - - - - -

Somewhere in Metropolis

“CLARK!”

Clark Kent woke up with a start. He tried to focus on a voice he thought he heard. But when he tried to focus on it he couldn’t seem to remember what it had been.

Maybe it was just a dream. He wouldn’t have lost it if it had been real after all.

He went back to bed.

#TimKon Week #TimKon #Conner Kent #Kon El #Iris Force #Donna Carol Force / Sparx #BrOT3: TimKonBart #OTP:TimKon #BrOTP: TimKon #DC Comics #Family: The Waynes #Superboy and the Ravers #mostly...#Superboy (1994)#Rebirth is such a mess guys #I swear

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As Long As You're Happy

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, but then I saw that one idea with Akita, so I decided to combine the ideas and it turned out really cute! I hope you like it!

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“Okay, are you SURE this is where we’re supposed to go?”

Sam looked up from his phone. “Lloyd, these are the directions she gave me, I’m just following them,” he sighed.

Lloyd and Sam had been driving around the downtown area for quite some time now, and admittedly, the two of them were starting to get a little irritated. They were supposed to meet Katie at 1:15, but that was a distant memory by now. Neither of them could seem to find the café she asked them to meet her in.

“You know, I don’t get why wedding planners insist on meeting up in coffee shops all the time,” Lloyd huffed. “Didn’t she give any specifics about the place? A logo or anything?”

“No, she just gave me the name and address,” Sam said, turning to look back on the GPS. “I know it’s got some windows and a parking lot….”

Lloyd smiled a little. “Windows and parking lot….very specific. Thanks, honey. I’ll keep an eye out. ”

Sam stared out the window. “You notice that we’re already sounding like an old married couple?”

Eventually, the two made their way toward a collection of small shops. On the left hand side, Sam pointed out a small little café. In a flash, Lloyd immediately swerved around the corner and skidded into the nearest parking spot.

“Thank. GOD,” he sighed relievedly. “I was about to just….”

Lloyd trailed off when he noticed his fiancé. Sam had his hand up to his chin and was eyeing the café ponderously.

“Sam? Is something wrong?” Lloyd asked.

Sam was silent for a few seconds, then said, “Well….I THINK this is the place.”

“…..What?”

“Now that we’re closer to it,” Sam explained, “I’m not sure if this is where Katie was talking about.”

Lloyd banged his head against the steering wheel and let out a groan. “We’re never gonna find this place.”

“Let me just look and see if she’s in real quick. I’ll be right back,” Sam said while climbing out his seat. He gave Lloyd a quick peck on the cheek, and made his way towards the café.

Lloyd sat in the car, blushing and smiling like an idiot. It had been, what, eight years since they started dating? At least a month since getting engaged? And yet, he still would act lovesick teenager when Sam kissed him. (Though he supposed it was better than staring unresponsive and bug-eyed, like the first time.) He couldn’t help it though. Sam just had a way of doing that to him. Even something as simple as a hug was enough to give him butterflies.

His stupor was short-lived.

THUD! “LLOYD!”

“Wah!” Lloyd was pulled abruptly from his thoughts by someone slamming into the driver’s side. The sudden impact was enough to make Lloyd accidentally hit his head on the ceiling of the car.

“Owww,” he grumbled. “Hey, what the h-”

But he couldn’t finish his sentence before being greeted by a familiar face.

With her hands pressed against the car, bouncing up and down excitedly, was a girl looking in to be in her twenties. Her dark hair had definitely gotten longer, and her heavy robes were replaced with a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but her scarlet markings were still present on her cheeks. She had a very primitive-looking brown knapsack on her back. Her sharp teeth were curled into an elated grin. Yellow eyes filled glee with were goggling at the bewildered ninja.

“Akita?!”

Lloyd quickly opened the door and climbed out of the car, only to immediately be pulled into a death vice of a hug.

“Lloyd! It’s been so long!” Akita exclaimed, tightening her grip.

“Hey, uh…it’s kind of hard to breathe,” Lloyd wheezed.

Akita let go. “Oops,” she said. “Sorry. I was just excited to see you again.”

Lloyd ran a hand through his blond hair. “This is crazy!” he said. "How did you get here?! How’d you even know where to find me?! And- wait, are those Nya’s old clothes?“

She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “She let me borrow them,” Akita explained. “Something about ‘not sticking out in the middle of Ninjago.’”

“Yeah? How’s, uh….how’s that working out for you?” Lloyd said, eyeing her large wolf skin head-piece she was wearing.

“As for how I got here, Sorla and I managed to find some of the berries from the Traveler’s Tree,” Akita continued. As she said this, she took her bag off and pulled out a few small, yellow berries. "They were a pain to get to, but it was worth it!“

“Woah.” Lloyd took one of the berries and looked it over. “I can’t believe you actually got these.”

“Of course,” Akita said with a slight smile, “it wouldn’t be the WORST thing if I was stuck here, would it?”

Lloyd chuckled. “Man, I can’t wait to show you around! I could take you to Ninjago City! Or show you around Borg Industries! Or-”

“Or we could just….spend a little time together…..by ourselves,” Akita said. There was a slight change in her voice. It sounded almost….flirty?

Lloyd blinked. “Hehe…what do you mean? I thought you’d be excited to see everything.”

“Oh, I am,” she said. She had started coming a little closer to him. “I just…thought we can maybe…you know..” She winked with that.

Realization hit Lloyd like a ton of bricks. SHIT, he thought. For all those years, he had just assumed the small kiss she had given him was just a show of gratitude, but he was wrong. She LIKED him.

How the hell was he supposed to explain that he was engaged?

“Woah, WOAH!” Lloyd panicked. He held his hands up instinctively.

Akita looked confused and stopped. “What?”

Lloyd took a deep breath. “Okay, Akita. I really am glad that you’re here, and I’m flattered, but I just….don’t like you in that way.”

Oof. Even though Akita tried not to show it outwardly, he could still see a small bit of hurt in her eyes. Lloyd couldn’t help but feel bad.

“O-oh,” Akita said.

“I’m sorry, Akita,” Lloyd apologized.

“No, no, it’s alright,” she reassured. “I just….thought after what we went through together….”

“Well, it’s just…things have changed since we last saw each other,” Lloyd stammered.

“Changed? Well, yeah, it’s been years. Things change,” Akita stated plainly.

“N-not like that,” Lloyd backtracked. “I…what I mean is-”

“Lloyd?”

Lloyd and Akita turned their heads to see none other than Sam standing there, looking at them curiously.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sam said. “I didn’t want to break up your conversation, but Katie’s there.”

Akita tilted her head questioningly. “Uh…who are you?”

Lloyd swallowed and walked over to Sam. “Akita…this is Sam. Sam…this is Akita. She was the friend from the Never Realm I told you about,” he explained.

“OH! Yeah! I remember!” Sam happily walked closer to Akita and stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Lloyd’s fiancé!” he smiled. “Lloyd’s told me a lot about you!”

Akita blinked. “Um..nice to meet you,” she said, shaking his hand tepidly.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” he grinned. “Aw, man, right now was a really bad time to meet you. We were about to meet up with our wedding planner.”

“Really?” Akita said, her initial energy gone.

Lloyd could only stand by and scream inwardly. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this is not HAPPENING, he thought. He didn’t want it to break it to her this way!

“I’m won’t bother you two if you’re in the middle of something important,” Akita said. “I can wait until you’re done.”

“Oh, but you just got here!” Sam said disappointedly. “We don’t want to just kick you to the curb! Right, Lloyd?”

“Huh?” Lloyd got snapped back to reality. “Well we-”

“Hey, why don’t you join us?” Sam suggested. “It’s gonna be a while until we’re done, and we could use some external input anyway! You can order anything you want! Our treat!”

“Sam, I-”

“As long as you’re offering,” Akita said. “I’m not one to turn down free food.”

“Great!” Sam beamed. “Let’s go in!”

“We’ll be there in a minute,” Lloyd said. “I need to talk to her about something.”

Sam sighed. “Okay, but don’t be too long.” And he walked back into the café.

Akita walked up to Lloyd. “So. You’re engaged,” she said.

Lloyd’s blood ran cold. This was a disaster. He was sure she would be angry, but surprisingly, she didn’t look like it. In fact, her face wasn’t really showing any emotion. It was a bit unsettling.

“I-uh….I just-,” Lloyd stammered. He could feel tears start to prick up in his eyes. “Akita, look, I can explain! It’s been a long time, and things just….just HAPPENED with me and him and-”

“Lloyd,” Akita said. Her voice was…..comforting? There was absolutely no anger in her voice. The hurt he had seen before seemed to be gone as well. “Are you….happy with him?”

Lloyd hesitated for a minute, and then blushed. “Yeah,” he smiled. “I….I’m really, really happy.”

Akita’s blank face melted away and was replaced by a smile. “Well, then that’s the only explanation I need,” she said.

Relief flooded through Lloyd’s mind. “Thanks, Red,” he breathed.

She nudged him in the shoulder. “We probably shouldn’t keep Sam waiting,” she said. “Let’s go in.”

They started making their way into the café.

“By the way,” Akita piped up, “if you’re looking for a best woman, I’m available.”

“Actually, I was thinking of asking Kai to be my best man,” Lloyd said.

“……Okay, now we have a problem.”

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91: Oct. 19

MM ANON …… “ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…… All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴… “ she’s not invited, again🧣“……” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣“ …… “Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “……… “ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” ……” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”…… “ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …… “ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, I DO HOPE YOU’RE WELL🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 19/2019 1245 hrs CST

“ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…

Sunday is historically day to attend worship and spend time with family. It’s also, in more urban areas the day when the biggest newspapers come out. Another beautiful but blanked up day because this curse still hangs in the air, no justice yet but it’s coming! Justice is coming! Sunday’s will soon be as they once were, different, through life experiences but they will family days again!

All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴…

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge just returned back to London last night after a five day tour of Pakistan 🇵🇰. The Royal tour was successful far and above expectations. They had promised the children a family weekend. I am certain there were lots of tears along the way despite FaceTime and talking, lots of hugs upon return home. Princess Charlotte has developed a passion for unicorns. Over the summer, as boys do, will all of the garden time that the Duchess did with her family he must have seen salamanders and lizards or just fell for them via books perhaps. So the whole family happily back together along with boss baby , Prince Louis. He acquired that title from his facial expression, priceless ones, during the flyover on Buckingham Palace balcony.

“ she’s not invited, again🧣“…

The Christmas church service last year, upon exiting, madam tried to engage Prince William in conversation, he was wise to her moves and made himself very busy fiddling with his scarf. She then tried Prince Charles who in turn ignored her. The term scarfing has truly taken on a life of its own online🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I think this is clearly Prince William putting his foot down clearly expressing his opinion.The line she’s not invited, also has a bit of a cite reference, the day of Prince Louis’ christening, as they left the chapel to walk back into the entrance, Princess Charlotte said to the amassed media, “you’re not coming”, was tremendously funny and sweet. Her personality was already showing!

” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣““Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “…

HMTQ and PP, likely over the evening cocktail chatting, she jokingly states the above, his replies are the latter two quotes. I am glad they are able to talk and find some humour in this situation! Oh how l would love to be a fly on the wall, meaning love to hear some of their discussions!

“ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” …

Well trauma, upset, tears of sadness and shrieks of OH NO!! Prince George has lost his lizard, l hope not inside or shrieks of horror, outside, just a very sad little boy. I am certain a replacement lizard could be sourced post haste!

” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”

Prince William and HMTQ, and Duchess Catherine likely reviewed/debriefed the events of the tour with LG in attendance. I can hear ideas thrown about on how to continue this success to build on the success of the monarchy. I think half jokingly William said, what next, do you propose such a trip with all three children? I know rumours out there of madam being pregnant but not confirmed, besides another a Royal tour doesn’t happen with her, because SHE IS NOT ROYAL!!! I know the Cambridges took their own private medic along to Pakistan 🇵🇰. I have a feeling she may already be or will shorten announced that she is expecting another child.

“ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …This is definitely LG responding to the notion of an entire a Cambridge family Royal tour! Can you just imagine the coverage? There would have never been anything like it before, and madam would be climbing the walls of her cell or padded room when she learned of that. She will be forever jealous and hateful.

“ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

HMTQ reading when PP says something to her, she replies with the above quote! See 💜🐼💜, l have told youn🐼, THEY DO READ YOUR BLOG,!! This is an absolute confirmation of a suspicion l have had and have talked about! So feel free to express yourself!! WE LOVE AND BELIEVE IN HARRY, WE WANT HIM BACK!!!💜💜💜💜GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 19/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG….what a fun happy riddle today. I love the tidbits about the children…..I want you know we greatly appreciate the time and effort you put into deciphering these riddles for us. Well…I hope if HM does read here….she will let us know she is ok…😉.💜💜💜💜💜💜

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92: oct 20

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻This riddle was extremely difficult 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜🤣

MM Anon

MM ANON … A disruption in the FORCE… … give a lot , take a little …… sighted for perpetuity …… 🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼……… multiple numbers …… his backhander slush fund …… silent outrage in Carshalton …… “ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings” ……… a comfortable exorcism …… “ sunshine is the best…” …… “ sunshine is the best…”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 20/2019 1405 hrs CST

A disruption in the FORCE

In all the a Star Wars movies the FORCE is the power of the energy for good to fight evil. The force be with you has become common usage when you wish some good luck or best wishes in all kinds of situations. Here we are now, dear MM ANON has the word force , in all capitals , meaning extreme, pay attention, some people say all caps means you’re yelling. I personally do not, many of you know when o type in all caps l am expressing my emotions or concerned topic. MM ANON is in deadly seriously telling us that evil, and we all know the evil, it has a name and backers and ultimately the biggest backer who takes souls and laughs at God! There is an extremely concerted effort, especially today to take down HMTQ and the Monarchy, this is as serious a things get folks. There is a disruption, Harry was the access point, evil got in, has been using him everyday. I do not know what will happen today, tonight , tomorrow or the day after. But vigilance is needed, pray if you’re so inclined. This is the most serious battle and attack HMTQ has ever faced!

give a lot , take a little

That’s the phrase, climate change, leave less carbon footprints , charity give your time, etc. HMTQ and many royals give so much time, yes they get to live in mansions etc, but how many of us could keep HMTQ schedule for 93 years, still smile as if everything was fine. I think no future generations will have those skills. The world has changed, everybody is famous with their Instagram etc etc.

We have madam who has taken and taken , taken, taken, taken,taken, taken, was well with open arms publicly, despite manipulating her way in. She has taken very perk there is. NO GRATITUDE, give an inch, she takes 100 miles, so to speak. What does HMTQ get for this? Fingered up, every way, every day, now the poor card will be played after using and exhausting all her other cards. Few have asked me how l am, wah wah wah. She screams privacy, privacy, don’t take my picture, how can anyone ask you anything? She has treated the British people so vile lay, why would they even WANT TO ASK? They want her gone, pick a country, leave!! Just stop,your whinging , word salad, environmental preaching while taking six private jet flights. On and on and on….

sighted for perpetuity ……

Perpetuity is an interesting word, it’s used in financial terms but does have another usage. Let’s let our friend google help us understand it. One meaning is a bond or other security with no fixed maturity date. The second meaning is used as a legal meaning. It is

a restriction making an estate inalienable perpetually or for a period beyond certain limits fixed by law. Now let’s be clear on what inalienable means that something or someone is unable to be taken away from or given away by the possessor. Basically this is meaning , Harry’s inheritance from his mother, his great grandmother, the Queen mum, any other such funds, homes, jets etc etc CANNOT be taken away from him FOREVER. So should there be a divorce or annulment, she has no legal grounds or recourse to go after any of these items. A payout yes, so the royal family has sound legal and financial admin setting up their assets. Thank God!!!

🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼………

My dear MM ANON, l must say , l was absolutely expecting a return to this gem today! Pink Floyd’s Eclipse. The lyrics of this song about basically everything in life, l can’t put them in here due to copyright but you can easily find them The song ends with the eclipse. The thought is during a lunar/eclipse of the moon, the moon goes dark and the side we can’t see is still lit up. The song ends by this phrase that MM ANON gave us , it’s all dark. Extrapolating that to the situation at hand, it’s all dark. There is no sliver of a silver lining, bit of light or hope that madam will have an a-ha moment, fall on her knees, acknowledging her sins and beg forgiveness. No no no no, it’s all dark, no redemption will be sought. This is very dire friends, very dire indeed, the prognosis is dark. Hence my feelings of anxiety.

multiple numbers ……

Well what is this? We know madam has had multiple number partners, marriages, sex videos, tax issues, merching, basically everything. What is MM ANON referencing here? Discrepancy in items on her taxes? There are so many possibilities.here

his backhander slush fund

This has an informal British meaning of a secret payment, typically one made illegally; a bribe. So, a slush fund is extra cash , hidden, in case of emergency etc. Who is ‘his’ here? Is it PH? Did he think he could at first, just pay her for the booty call and she would go away, vastly unaware of the plot. Is this PP or PC who have such a fund, if needed. Is this PA, who also may have a fund of this nature, if needed. I have no idea which one but this confirms that such fund exists and the purpose for it, but l don’t know who or why it may have been started or if/when/how often it has been used. Yet another piece of this ever-growing larger puzzle.

silent outrage in Carshalton

Carshalton s a town, with an historic village in the London Borough of Sutton, South London. Historically Carshalton is part of Surrey. The Earl and Countess of Wessex live in Bagshot Park, Surrey. Sophie does so much in her duties. She is exceptionally close to HMTQ. I saw an interview with her and Prince Edward. They said basically every weekend they spend together, doing outdoorsy things, horses etc. She said also, since so close she often goes for tea with HMTQ. Prince Edward has been reportedly been called her favourite son. Edward will inherit his fathers title, the a Duke of a Edinburgh when that time comes. I think the both of them must be terribly concerned for HMTQ and PP, their health, this stress etc etc.

“ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings”

From Shakespeare’s As You Like It. First quote referencing seeing another’s happiness through their eyes. Harry saw/sees in William and Catherine’s relationship, then marriage, the three beautiful children, their complete and utter love and devotion. These are all things he longs to have, achingly so. I ache for Harry. I cannot seem to locate the second quote, that’s very odd/unusual. I shall figure it out. Longing for something, sometimes one bends or does something they would never nor do, if they think it can get them what they desire. Flings can be a very casual relationship vacation fling, holiday flings etc, now maybe a booty call. So here we have a young man , struggling with his emotional state, severe anxiety, depression and PTSD, has every tangible thing in the world, except he longs for , desires the intangible, love, utter devotion and children of his own, they become tangible or real. This describes the situation exactly when the attack was made on the BRF via Harry. This steams my tea kettle!!

a comfortable exorcism

Exorcism, in its truest meaning, is a person possessed by a demon, or demons/Satan and a Priest or pastor uses Scripture and other things to set the victim free releasing them. This word, demon,is often used now to describe addiction or other really difficult things that have a hold on someone, therapy, AA, exercise etc etc etc can be used to exorcise oneself. So here we have a comfortable getting rid of the thing that has a hold of some. God l plead this means that Harry will be released from the grasp he is under, if l read this correctly, comfortable means exactly that. How this will be done, LG and HMTQ know. Please let me be correct🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ sunshine is the best…”

Sunshine is the best disinfectant there is, you hang sheets, quilts laundry and the UV, ultra-violet rays kill anything. Just look at what it does to our skin! MM ANON is being cheeky with a double entendre here, Sunshine Sachs, the supposed master PR firm that ‘uses the dark arts for clients’. Since they have come on board, the boat has tilted and started quickly the process of sinking. So they have done nothing to help, on,y made this worse. However, we can count on God’s glorious creation, the sun, to sterilize the filth that’s made public so far and will be made public in the future!!! So come on, pullback the curtain, let the filth out!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 29/2019

1520 hrs CST

You missed the last hint….

a very lumpy bed nutmeg

“A very lumpy bed nutmeg “

I think this in anticipation of a nice bed in an expensive building with lots of hired staff and she will get to wear designer orange jumpsuit! MM ANON hinting at either hospitalization or incarceration. I have an extensive 20 plus years working in the mental health field, inpatient treatment for any personality is in effective, they quickly adapt, learn staff weaknesses etc etc.

Preparing to hope the orange jumpsuit time comes!

Sorry love forgot this one guys, when l cut and pasted the riddle this didn’t appear.

Thank you PG…again looks interesting! Thank you for all that you do. Much appreciated!😁💜💜💜

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93: oct 21

MM ANON …… rejected ‘ now reflect!!…… A colonial decision …… Cain un-Abel………… he’s not heavy …… “re-tune your bloody violin”…… “ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…… a broken mendacity …… Calipornia scheming …… “f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…… “ the family I never asked for” …… “all to plan ma’am”……🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…… cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 21/2019 1340 hrs CST

rejected ‘ now reflect!!

We have had a clue very similar wording, l cannot recall exactly. Madam feels very rejected by the big bad U.K. l have been there a number of times, trust me, l was treated like royalty by my friends there!! The people are feeling very angry by her poor me poor me, the final straw l think the camels back is nearly completely fractured. That’s a phrase when something in life has been building and building and then some happens, the last straw and the person collapses mentally, or becomes violent or leaves a marriage. I hope l am explaining that so it makes sense! Harry will have six weeks to reflect, on everything he has done at HMTQ and LG behest. He has given his all for HMTQ.

Cain un-Abel

In Scripture, Cain and Abel they are the first two sons of Adam and Eve. God was given sacrifices for worship, he found favour in Abel’s sacrifice. Cain murdered Abel , jealousy? Here we have un-Abel. This is clearly Prince William and Prince Harry, not ever the murdering part. I think MM ANON is meaning one brother married and has lovely family and will be King. However Prince Harry’s marriage is bogus as is amw. Prince Harry is obviously struggling in every way. One brother just unable to find the love and family, life partner as the other has. I pray for them both!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A colonial decision ……

The colonies is what America was called before they separated taxation without representation! So madam has decided to return to the colonies, live her filthy life, write a book and continue to cause carnage, SO SHE THINKS!! She has absolutely no idea what will hit her when reality comes. No more delusional lies, the long list of alleged things done wrong and the laws alleged involved. Oh God, let justice be meted out SOON!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 P.S. madam, most people in the colonies have no idea who you are and more so they don’t care! She will be seen as a whiner etc etc.

he’s not heavy ……

Phrase, and song, he’s not heavy, he’s my brother. In the garbage last night, Harry did not confirm any falling out, he said they’re both on different paths, busy life. But he’s my brother, they will always be brothers and always be there for each other. TO ME THAT SAYS IT ALL!!

“re-tune your bloody violin”……

Old saying when someone is whinging or feeling sorry for thematic, being a drama queen etc another person puts their hand up and rubs their thumb and index finger together. They then asker the whinging person, do you know what this is? It’s the worlds smallest violin playing just for you!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂 PP wants a change in the tune, make it louder so madam cannot be heard!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

“ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…

PP and HMTQ started watching the garbage last night, PP chuckling says to her to change the tv channel! I picture them in their evening close, lovely fireplace, comfy elegant room and furniture, having a cocktail and just enjoying each other’s company. As they have done their entire marriage, they are at each other’s side, just beautiful, brings tears actually how horrible this massive attack has been!

a broken mendacity

Mendacity is untruthfulness, lies. Broken lies, well how many times have we seen this with madam. Dozens, she tells so many lies as does her PR, things get twisted and nothing gets amended, they lie their way out of it when questioned. If it weren’t so deadly serious it would be funny. Like a kid with chocolate all over his face and mum asks if he ate chocolate and he says no. She really is stunted about age 14 , lies like some teenagers do!

Calipornia scheming ……

Well she scheming what else she can do to blow the Monarchy apart and completely destroy it Prince Harry. This six weeks away, home in L.A.?Doing porn, or finding wealthy person to be used by for money.perhaps meeting with her backers. I hear rumours of an interview with OW. The whole group of ba let’s will rally around and continue their unrelenting plot to destroy destroy destroy.

“f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…

Well no surprise there, Frogmore Cottage blech , she wanted FROGMORE HOUSE THE MANSION! What unmitigated gall this stupid, egocentric, narcissistic, evil possessed bint! She probably thinks since their offices are at BP she should be given BP!

“ the family I never asked for” ……

Initially, she was saying the Royal family, was family that she had never had. She knew nothing of them, LIE! In the engagement interview she said everything she knew about the Royal family she leaned from Prince Harry and from actually meeting them. Now she has figuratively slapped them all across the face. Talking about how mentally damaging it is to live using a stiff upper lip. I won’t go into detail of how successful, having this life ethos has helped them get through wars, etc etc, you all know this and what a complete disrespect she has shown to them. To say Tutu was historic leader glad amw could meet, UNBELIEVABLE! HMTQ has reigned for nearly 70 years seen it all. Absolutely no respect for her and the Monarchy itself. I am so angered that this stupid, perverted, sold herself in every possible DARE DARE DARE!!! This degree of vulgarity and disrespect my blood is boiling, l am so angry!

“all to plan ma’am”…

LG giving HMTQ an update on how their work is progressing. He seems very pleased with last nights tv garbage. He has been patiently working with his team to deal with this. He has been playing the ultimate game of chess with someone who cannot play checkers. He has given her many opportunities to show her true self. Last night she was all laid bare, pun intended, videos or photos l am certain will be public at some point. She has walked confidently into every single trap that was laid out for her. Now all captured in living colour, in her own words!! Treason! She was not pregnant, fauxmegnancy! , if there is some surrogate child, it’s not Prince Harry’s child.

🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…

This is a great song by the TRUE Fab Four, The Beatles! It actually mentions the Daily Mail and the gossipy things that appear in tabloids. This is telling us that madam is or will be writing a book. She has no limits in her grand focuses and cause maximum carnage with our a Royal family. Her backers probably will pull some strings and make sure it gets maximum coverage. The big bad Brits and the Royal famine didn’t ask her if she was ok. Give me strength Lord🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

Cry-sis is an actual UK charity to assist new parents when their babies have problematic sleep patterns. However, MM ANON, always clever, this is Crisis, what crisis? Someone is in denial. There are several real things happening in the U.K. that fit the word crisis. Brexit, politics, BOJO misleading HMTQ, madam and her backers plan to cause the Royal family to break and crumble. In last night garbage, in an area where life and death issues are occurring, she is 110% self focused. SHE HAS FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS! Yammering on about her tough life standing on African soil where there are many third world problems. She is selfish to a degree l have never seen, it’s evil, Satan working through her! She has completely sold her soul.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 21/2019 1455 hrs CST

Fascinating read dear PG! Looking good, all going as planned! Thank you so much, again…much appreciated! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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94: Oct 22

MM ANON …… dodging the Boo-lets…… November is a wicked month ……… Banksgiving … … “He’s untouchable” …… Dispatches Dispatched…… “ l stand by my husband “s,millions …… “ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…… Marry and Hagon …… “meanwhile, back at BP”…… “mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”…… “well we’re going as M&H”…… “yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”. …… “ nothings impossible mate”…… “look’ here’s your out!!”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 22/2019 1345 hrs CST

… dodging the Boo-lets

Today, now as we speak, madam is wearing her purple maternity dress which magically fits her, whilst attending the One World Youth Symposium at Royal Victoria and Albert Hall. Oh how l would love to see it, l so wish l were well enough to, alas, l am already digressing. This 💜💜”The annual One Young World Summit convenes the brightest young talent from every country and sector, working to accelerate social impact. Delegates from 190+ countries are counselled by influential political, business and humanitarian leaders such as Justin Trudeau, Paul Polman and Meghan Markle, amongst many other global figures.

Delegates participate in four transformative days of speeches, panels, networking and workshops. All delegates have the opportunity to apply to give keynote speeches, sharing a platform with world leaders with the world’s media in attendance. As well as listening to keynote speakers, delegates have the opportunity to challenge world leaders, interact and be mentored by influencers. Delegates make lasting connections throughout the Summit, celebrating their participation at social events and the unforgettable Opening and Closing Ceremonies.

The One Young World Summit 2019 sees the global forum for young leaders return ‘home’ for the first time since the inaugural Summit in 2010. With over 300 languages to be heard on its streets, London is one of the most diverse places in the world. The city is home to nearly 9 million people, one of the world’s biggest financial centres and countless historic sites such as Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. A city where the past and future merge, London provides the ideal backdrop for young leaders from more than 190 countries to work together to accelerate positive change.” 💜💜 Information taken from one young world.com

It’s important because young people are vulnerable. This woman has no shame, After all the fireworks she has set off, she strolls in there, wearing someone else’s hair, in her maternity dress! An enigma wrapped in a riddle, quite literally is she.

Since the audience is composed of young people the addition of let’s after boo, refers to that. The hope of many is that she would be in direct line of receiving public anger. The brief bit l saw was Higgs kiss you etc, no boos nothing. Now l am never one to wish ill will on anyone but consequences for behaviours? ABSOLUTELY!! Consequences will at some point catch up with her!

November is a wicked month …

MM ANON you do enjoy the book don’t you, this is the second time you have referenced it but changed the month. My memory is still intact🤣🤣😂.l shall help others catch up. The book is entitled August is a Wicked Month by Edna O’Brien. The plot revolves around a woman who has moved to a foreign city, separated from her husband, dreadfully unhappy and moves south to find a new life in the sunshine. Well, we are in October, rumours abound about madam moving to Africa or Canada. On behalf of Canada, sorry we are closed for business, if you leave a message NOBODY WILL RESPOND!😂😂🤣🤣 l know l have used that line BRF but it’s so funny😂😂🤣🤣. What November, six weeks off, off to the sunshine in L.A. Oh God please let her lose her passport or have the IRS or FBI awaiting her arrival.

I must say, l have been pleading for Harry, PTSD, combat fatigue, that he be assessed medically for that pain, and psychologically regarding the off the charts stress of this role he has been playing. Thank you HMTQ and LG for giving him six weeks leave, he is so badly in need of it.

Banksgiving

Madam returning home for American Thanksgiving which occurs much later than ours(Canadian)does. There is no bank holiday for Thanksgiving in the U.K. so what’s the meaning here? Is madam going to earn some money during the sex, l meant six weeks off?? I know she’s resourceful, has no shame, long history of letting every bit of her, body heart soul used. So l won’t think further, you can all imagine ways she might find a ‘bank’ in America.

“ l stand by my husband “s,millions

Old country music song Stand by Your Man, l think Tammy Wynette? Yes, madam has stood by her H , so many times, loving, supportive, so concerned when he was in pain, always let’s him go first, never interrupts him, praises HMTQ, treats people respectfully, especially during Royal tours, follows protocol in every way, oh oh oh, wait, l am thinking of Catherine! Yes the Duchess of Cambridge stands by her man! Madam stands by Prince Harry for his money and his fathers money, heck, anyone s money just as long as they give it too her. I may be jovial today is some comments, l have been awake since 0300 hrs bad night, but you all know by know how seriously l take to do justice to dear MM ANON in interpreting her riddles! Humour is a coping mechanism, l have honed that skill well!

“ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …

Prince Harry likely spending time with friends he has not seen for awhile. Likely he can share only certain things. Everyone who has eyes can see HES lost weight, depressed etc etc. The word mojo, when l was little, mojos were little fruit chewy candies, 5 for two cents. Mojo, means ones drive for life, zest to do new things or go back to doing things you used to enjoy. This is a very loving and honest person telling Harry this. I am so glad he’s got so many who love him. Harry, there are lots like me, who believe in you 100% , pray for you and want the octopus tentacles untethered from around you!

… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…

What MM ANON., no Pink Floyd. Now this is my jam, ‘ol blue eyes himself, Mr. Frank Sinatra, when music was music. This is a sentimental song. The lyrics take us through four phases in a mans life, ages 17,21,35 and autumn , the older years. It describes relationships with women, no let me take that back, it’s about how males see females at different ages. Seventeen is all teeny bopper love. Twenty one, things get far more intimate. Thirty five is interest, because Harry is due to turn 35. That part of the song, the lyrics speak of relationship with blue blooded woman, limousines, chauffeurs. I am interpreting this as an annulment or divorce before he turns 35. Hope and a future to look forward to real love, a real family of his very own. I wish that with all my heart for our Harry!

… Marry and Hagon

Marry and Hagon? Harry and Magon……..She will be gone. Harry will be Harry but she will be gone!!!!!

“meanwhile, back at BP”……

Old saying meanwhile back at the ranch, means change the topic or in tv shows change of scene. So with all that has gone on, HMTQ remains doing her duty each and every day. How l love her in purple!! She follows her routine, to the letter, giving each appearance her all. One would never ever know of all the things that have happened and are continuing to happen behind the scenes. The stiff upper lip, that’s how one gets things done, it’s not mentally damaging. HOBBIES , sniff sniff, snort snort, the like madam loves, and PERVERSION are mentally damaging. There is a saying, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. One doesn’t whimper and moan. With my current life, since my spinal lesion and constant pain, my life changed fir sure. Stiff upper lip and humour have got me through. I think pretty much anyone who has read my words, or messaged me, can attest to the fact that l have a serious side along with a silly side! Stiff upper lip!!

“mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”… “well we’re going as M&H”…

Well, how much would l LOVE to see these beautiful children in their Halloween costumes!! Princess Charlotte, a unicorn, Prince George as a lizard, William and Catherine’s joking as who they will be. MM ANON, can you please find out what boss baby Prince Louis’ costume will be!! Thank God for the beautiful Cambridge family,they are so beloved.

“yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”.

Prince Harry, again in conversation, l would say definitely with a male due to usage of the d word, starts with d rhymes with pick. Talking together with how he got into this mess. It was a booty call, just a booty call. To have that lead where it has, is terrifying. Pay attention kids! No casual sex! It eats away at your soul.

“ nothings impossible mate”……

Continuing in the conversation, his friend is reassuring Prince Harry that he has fulfilled his duty. This relationship will end in annulment or divorce and the future is bright. He has learned so much about himself, about life, about what’s truly important and there is definitely possibility for him to find love and have his own family. All thank a God he has supportive friends and family who live him!

“look’ here’s your out!!”

Madam, wah wah wah, nobody asks me if l am ok, and saying in vague terms that she maybe cannot continue, it’s near the end of the interview, l cannot recall the exact words. She will go to America , hit the ground running there🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣. The only way she will hit the ground running is if she parachutes off the plane! Her doing this, his friend is saying that Harry’s out, it’s a short way to say, you can get out of a situation. This means get out of the marriage. I am still not 100% there is a legal marriage, Harry held up the register as he signed, plus non-consumation, (no intimacy after vows)annulment. I think the fact that this alleged baby is NOT his, that is critical point as well. Treason, madam trying to pass off baby as being of the body, fauxmegnancy, and no DNA matching Harry.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 22/2019 1500 hrs CST💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you dear PG! This is great….things are happening in the background….I too would love to know what PL will be! Much appreciated as usual…😊💜💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG APOLOGISES🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜I have to apologize, l after the submission, noted two clues were missed by me.

l have changed how l work on the riddles, in terms of where on my iPad. It has happened several times that l miss clues since that time.

MM ANON, l mostly apologize to you, l know you work so hard on your riddles.

Am l forgiven!???🥺

GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

PG, no need to apologize…we appreciate you and all the time and effort you put in…😊💜💜💜💜

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR MM ANON FROM PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon💜💜💜💜💜

MM ANON …… pg … no apologies never!!! You’re input as with others who give such a wealth of interpretations. Time for me to thank everyone for their esteemed efforts , my sincere and humble thanks. One last riddle ……… “ The pain in gain stays mainly on the wane.” (( difficult)) … but fun.

Eliza Doolittle

the rain in Spain stats mainly in the plains

MY FAIR LADY awe come on that was easy! Rex Harrison always my idea of an Englishman!

Seriously thank you for your kind words!

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

Thank you PG😊❤️❤️❤️

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95: oct 24

MM Anon I DONT KNOW WHY IT WAS ALL JUMBLED UP I HAVE REDONE IT

MM ANON …… 22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes …… little boy lost (and found) …… LGs long rope …… 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼……… DVDelivery …… LGs records. …… 🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA……… “ No darling, 42 and counting “……… “ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”……… inadmissible but relevant …… “ a brilliant QC”……… “ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…… “as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”…… “one is reluctant you understand!

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019 0500 hrs CST

Sorry it’s submitted so late!

22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes

Madam has a long, sordid past and present, her future is unknown, one can always pray for redemption. This clue is telling us of several decades of vulgarity, substance(s) use and abuse, pornographic videos etc etc etc. Some people somewhere have the videos. There has to be many many witnesses or people out there who have first hand knowledge either participating in or observing these behaviours. Thus far there has been no whistle blowers so to speak. That tells us a lot of money has been paid or threats made to silence people.

little boy lost (and found)

This has been the title of numerous tings, sculpture, film, novel and a poem by poem by William Blake in the 1700’s. I will focus on that. It is written by a Christian, he uses the metaphor of a young boy walking behind his father but loses his way, endings up all wet and muddy. Here we have little boy lost and found. This is of course our Harry. He was lost emotionally decades after he lost his mum. Lifestyle choices were not the best, shall leave it at that. He met madam on a booty call, here we are today. Harry has, l still believe! been working covertly for all the reasons l have stated reported in my interpretations. Hence the little boy, now a man has been giving his all to make up for his mistake(s) to his own physical peril. Weight loss, depression etc etc. He now has six weeks leave!

LGs long rope

LG has made a long game plan, every step of the way madam, thinking she’s getting her way, has fallen into every trap, the ultimate being the video interview with Tom Brady, Harry’s friend going way back! The old saying give a guy a rope and he will hang himself , metaphorically, like give an inch , she will take a mile. Give her bit of freedom and she ends up looking like an idiot. Well she truly has incriminated herself, the video was brilliant in capturing everything in HER OWN WORDS!

🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼

Fantastic musical entitled Evita! Based on the life of Evita Peron . She was born Maria Eva Duarte’s in a small village in Argentina, in a very poor family. At young age she moved to Buenos Aires with big dreams of being famous actress. A year there she met her future husband at a charity event. Juan Peron became president in 1946 and she was First Lady until 1952, year she died. The Musial became very successful even became a film with Madonna. Anyhow we know madam spent time in Argentina as arranged by one of her uncles, working in some job at the embassy/ consulate. Those years are murky but she didn’t last long , she allegedly left suddenly with some guy. The irony of both women’s lives cannot be lost!

DVDelivery

DVD, we know recordings of sex exist. Who sent them and who received them? Who has copies. There are videos onlin, l won’t watch but some say yes, some say no regarding whose in them. I would think, LG has long long had possession of that and worse. We know the DM has a million dossier ready to go , ready BEFORE the day of unhappy people!

LGs records.

LG has the most distinguished record of service to HMTQ and country. I am certain he has kept a volume of data, in all forms of all the information he and his team and other agencies have collected. I am as certain of that as l am certain of anything.

🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA

MM ANON takes us again to Pink Floyd. I used to love! this song, Wish You Were Here, can be used with any loss, or at least l found it to be thus. Madam and MA have been an illicit pair for years and years. Just imagine what the two of them got up to together! Using SoHo, MA knows EVERYBODY,, He probably has dirt of EVERYBODY as well! These two, longing for each other’s company and their plans to outwit the backers or make that go rogue, marry baby etc etc. Their continued secret communications, thinking LG had no idea😂😂😂😂🤣. Oh they’re both in a world of hurt, missing their partner in crime, a common phrase but here think a literal meaning!!!

“ No darling, 42 and counting “…

There has long long long been speculation that madam is not and has never been truthful about her real age. MM ANON is telling us 42 and counting so what is her real exact age??? Old as her tongue and a little older than her teeth😂😂😂🤣🤣.

“ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”

I put these two clues together because MM ANON started and ended the quotation marks. The song Don’t Cry for Me Argentina is from the musical Evita. It was a film in 1996. Evita the stage version started as a rock musical in 1976, came to the West End in 1978, Andrew Lloyd Webber, the brilliant creator. Let’s do some math 2019 - 1976 mmmm what’s that give us 43! Madam is 43!!!! She was 42 at the gathering of unhappy people!!LIAR CRY FOUL, LEST BE A LIAR!!!

inadmissible but relevant

Evidence, has to be obtained legally or given voluntarily in order for it to be used in court. So what evidence exists that is relevant but inadmissible? Anything subjective, gut feeling, something told under duress, that sort of thing.

“ a brilliant QC”…

To those unfamiliar, in the U.K. and Canada the “Queen’s Counsel”, an honour given to a senior and distinguished barrister in recognition of an outstanding career during Queen Victoria’s reign. K.C. means King’s Counsel. K.C.

In Canada, the honourary title of Queen’s Counsel, or QC, is used to recognize Canadian lawyers for exceptional merit and contribution to the legal profession. These barristers or attorneys/lawyers are responsible for bringing legal cases to court for prosecution. They must need a brilliant one to process the litany of alleged crimes to be charged. I have absolutely no doubt there are many capable and they have alright had decisions made in this regard.

“ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…

A brief is a written legal document used in various legal adversarial systems that is presented to a court arguing why one party to a particular case should prevail. Upon a barrister devolves the duty of taking charge of a case when it comes into court, but all the preliminary work, such as the drawing up of the case, serving papers, marshalling evidence, etc., is performed by a solicitor. The delivery of a brief to counsel gives him authority to act for his client in all matters which the litigation involves.The brief was probably so called from its first being only a copy of the original writ. From wiki. So given the number and brevity of likely charges, one can only begin to imagine the amount of paperwork, evidence , briefs etc etc etc

“as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”

LG and HMTQ in conversation, he is reassuring her, the evidence with corresponding charges is wrapped up solid.Her reply follows below.

“one is reluctant you understand!

She is reluctant to give the official go ahead, with all the unknown reverberations that could occur across the country, the U.K. , the Commonwealth and the globe, especially in light of Brexit. She has so much on her shoulders. Let’s do remember HMTQ in our prayers.🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 24/2019 0605 C

This worked PG….thank you😊❤️❤️❤️

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96: Oct 24

💜RESUBMITTING THE RIGHT RIDDLE NOW💜

MM Anon

MM ANON …… six weeks in rehab🤫……… Invictus recovery …… loyally remembered …… unhook the Tender…… burned boats……political ambition …… nutmegs WH moment … sugar queen…… 🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼 …… The casting of the Runes……” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…… safe inside WC…… “a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019

1130 hrs CST

six weeks in rehab🤫

Rehab on the dl as the kids used to say. Down low, secretly. The emoji is the shhhh emoji, so it’s information to be kept quiet. So is that what visits to L.A. are now? Rehab? Is it compelled rehab?? She truly does need help, l also think a full medical and psychiatric work-up/assessment would be prudent. A long history of paranoia, people medicate themselves when experiencing psychotic symptoms. Unsure when this will happen. Harry needs family rehab, medical care, therapist but most of all time away from madam, of any appearances with her. Time to recharge his personal batteries, get his mojo back, as MM ANON used the word mojo, the other day!😊

Invictus recovery

Invictus, Harry’s blood sweat and l am certain many tears were the impetus for him creating Invictus. Invictus from the Latin means undefeated or unconquered. It is the perfect word for describing the individuals who are veterans with visible or not visible post war trauma. The next a Invictus Games are you be held at The Hague, The Netherlands in May, 2020. Harry did a quick visit there while madam was having her fauxmegnancy. This organization has helped uncounted veterans and their families, through the games, the camaraderie etc. He has done extremely well and he should be very very proud of helping sooo many including himself!

… loyally remembered November 11/2019, the eleventh hour, the eleventh day of the eleventh month we all or should stop to remain those veterans and those fallen in battle for our freedoms. It is always a day that many attend services, the Royal family always do, they spread out and cover various places. Harry is Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps (AAC), and as HMTQ Personal Aide-de-Camp. He will be dressed in his dress uniform and likely attend several places. I think it might be especially poignant and painful this year due to the suicide of his close friend, who helped train him for the South Pole adventure, Jules Roberts.

unhook the Tender…

Unhook means to open or take/out down like curtain pins, or bra. Tender can mean gentle, Tender is also money, called legal tender. So who is taking down money and from where for what reason? Tender l just read can also be a battery or electrical charger. As l think now, this may be a right metaphor MM ANON has given. Unhook the tender, at any point you want a spark or a charge it’s ready and waiting! Voila, LG has all the evidence collected, case tight, all i‘S dotted and t’s crossed. Everything ship shape, nothing remotely left to chance, right down to MI6 watching over a Grandpa Tom in Mexico. Kids , it’s as close as it gets, hang on!

burned boats

Burned bridges can be literal actually burning a bridge but it can also mean damage or break your future options, connections,reputation, opportunities, by some act, particularly intentionally. Even if you fired from a job take care not to burn your bridges with unseemly comments on the way out, since you never know who you will meet again. Here we have burned boats, has madam lost any and all contacts in her yachting world, source of money. She very likely has, no one would be interested now, especially wealthy men, they don’t want the obvious scandal that would come if they were seen and perchance she be recognized. The obvious reason is her age, she , as my cousin who has a horse ranch would say, she been ridden hard and put away wet! You must rubdown a horse after riding. She’s aged and not well, her hobbies have really taken their toll.

political ambition

It has been rumoured for quite sometime that madam has political aspirations and even rumoured of her taking a run for the White House where the president of America has his office and home. All l can do is 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

nutmegs WH moment

Madam met BO when he was President, she was the plus one guest of Ron Burkle , of SoHo. I wonder what on earth she had to do, to get that plus one invite!!!!🤢🤢🤢 Likely nothing she has not done numerous times before!

sugar queen…

Madams cult-like brainwashed ‘fans’ mostly younger and a certain demographic. They, l don’t know why, are called sugars. They worship her she is their queen, they fully believe she should be the next Queen. Since doing these riddles l have, sadly, learned of the ‘urban dictionary’, here is their definition,💜💜” A bisexual male that is stylish and easy to talk to to usually attractive and full of talent and advice 💜💜 A person who supports any and all activities (past, present, and future) done by the former z-list actress and current failure-as-a-royal and by several puns involving the name “Sussex.” Sugars owe their unfortunate allegiance to a number of factors, including (but not limited to) congenitally-low IQ, complete ignorance of etiquette and royal protocol, an excess of entitlement, self-esteem at a level warranted by godhood (with nothing to back it up), and the feeble defenses of “Jealousy!” and “Racist!” when challenged.💜💜 Actually, they are pretty much lower-rent clones of their low-rent diva goddess. I just can’t believe this sorry folks l am as shocked as you will be reading this!! The items between the Purple Hearts are from the urban dictionary!!They have actually MADE UP A WORD JUST FOR MADAM!

🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼

Life was just for fun… This song, All By Myself, has been covered/performed by many, my favourite being Celine Dion. The song talk about being young, casual sex, flings, and getting older. The entire premise of the song is someone who desperately does not want to be alone and grow old alone. This is our Harry. I won’t repeat his history, relationships, we all know all of it. Once madam is no longer in the picture, incarceration, moved whatever, he will begin the process of figuring out who he is after this experience. He will need a lot of time talking with a professional to help him, his pre-existing depression, PTSD compounded with the trauma of the last two years. He is young, healthy, has a big family who live him dearly. I have hope for him to find his love and have a real family of his own. Now l am going to hav this song in my head all day!

The casting of the Runes

Let’s educate ourselves on what Runes means. Wiki tells me it has several meanings, l am only familiar with it as stones. a letter of an ancient Germanic alphabet, related to the Roman alphabet. Wiki

a mark or letter of mysterious or magic significance.

small stones, pieces of bone, etc., bearing runes, and used as divinatory symbols Casting the Runes“ is a short story written by the English writer M.R. James The story briefly wiki Mr. Edward Dunning is a researcher for the British Museum. At the beginning of the story he has recently reviewed The Truth of Alchemy by a Mr. Karswell, an alchemist and occultist. Afterwards he begins seeing the name John Harrington displayed wherever he goes. He learns that Harrington also reviewed Karswell’s work and died in a freak accident not long after.

Harrington’s brother helps Dunning to discover that Karswell cursed both men by slipping them a piece of paper with some runes on it. They deduce that the curse, once cast, will cause the bearer to die in three months. They track down Karswell a day before the curse is set to kill Dunning and manage to return the runes to him. Karswell dies the next day, killed by a stone that fell from scaffolding around St. Wulfram’s Church in Abbeville.

I couldn’t shorten it and do it justice. So basically madam has cast the runes, a horrible spell on Harry, he has suffered under it through it and his family has been exerting every possible intervention to help him, gather intel and evidence of alleged crimes. There will be justice, it is coming. JUSTICE IS COMING RACHEL!! TICK TOCK 🕰

” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…

Eureka is what the miners used to shout when they struck gold, oil, diamonds etc. Here MM ANON has written EU-bloody-REKA old thing. They are talking about Brexit and what the nation has been going through ever since the votes came in. Lots is still unknown and everyone is on edge, to put it mildly.

safe inside WC

Safe has at least two meaning, one is to be kept from harm, contented or a metal device or strong box that holds valuables, jewels cash, papers, wills, bonds etc etc. I am certain there is a safe in Windsor Castle ie WC. HMTQ is also safe at WC, there are plenty of RPO’S to protect her from anything and everything. I am very interested in what is the topic MM ANON is sharing with us. What’s in the safe?? Photos, dvd(s), recordings, on and on! Something of importance that’s for certain!

“a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

The emoji indicates blockage of cell phone/mobile device usage. Two places l know of for certain hospitals and prisons. The city of Winchester has both, and they are right across the street from each other. Clever eh? Rehab in one, no outside communication, alone with her thoughts, no hobbies no cope, it’s going to be a personal hell to detox. I’ve seen it many times, it’s horrible. Strategic in terms of containing for personal safety, not harm self, no contact with others, no news or what’s happening in the world etc etc. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 October 24/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG😊💜💜💜

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All Stars Memories Script

Yell: Everyone, thank you so much for coming to see our movie today!

Have you all got the Miracle Light from the entrance?

When the Precure are in a pinch, remember to wave your Miracle Light and cheer them on with an energetic voice!

Hugtan: Pwecure! Doo your bfest! Pwicure!

Harry: Ah!

Yell: B.U.T. Remember to sit properly as not to hit the people around you. And remember not to direct the Miracle Light at others’ eye too!

Harry: My eyes! My EYESSSSSSSSSS!

Yell: Do promise us the above, and let’s cheer on the Precures together! Now then...

All pink Cures: It’s about to start!

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Reporter: Direct the camera at it! This is bad news! All of a sudden, there’s a massive monster in the sea and— EH!?

Luminous: It’s coming!

Black: Abundant courage!

White: Overflowing hope!

Luminous:

All: EXTREME LUMINARIO!

Miden: A bright shine... I want it, I want it...

Reporter: We’re falling! Ahhhh!!! It’s gonna crash!!!!!

White: Phew... we made it...

Black: Just when we were about to go eat some chocolate parfait, now we got “stung on the face by a bee”

White: it’s fine, we can go now. Wait, the expression should be “got poured by a basin of water on the face”, right?

Black: but...

White: Luminous

Luminous:

Miden: Give it to me... Give it to me...!

Luminous: That Teruterubouzu doesn’t seem like a Zakenna

Black: You’re right.

White: What in the world is it?

Miden:

Black: I don’t know what’s going on, but if there’s something you want, you should tell us and not attack us without warning!

[Miden stops]

White: Huh?

Black: No way, we can communicate!?

Miden: Give it to me... Give it...

Black and White: Luminous! LUMINOUS!!!

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Hana: Hugtan, come on, smile, smile.

Super cute!

You’re super cute today as well!

Now, show Hana-Chan some more cute expressions~~

Emiru: Hana-senpai hogging her is so unfair!

Hana: That expression is quite good, right?

Emiru: I know, right?

Saaya: Both of them are quite excited.

Homare: It was supposed to be a normal photo shooting.

Harry: Hugtan does look very good on camera.

Ruru:

Hana: Hey, girls!

Hugtto girls: Movie: Hugtto Precure

FwMH girls: Futari wa Precure

Together: All Stars Memories

Harry:

Hugtan: achoo!

Girls: [laugh]

Hana: Hugtan, [cleans Hugtan’s nose] stuff is coming out here, huh?

Hm? Stuff is coming out on this end too...

Saaya:

Homare: Let’s go.

Ruru: Leave this side to us

Hugtan: Hyugtan, turns clean, turns clean...

Harry: Hana, you all are getting familiar with this, aren’t ya.

Hana: Well, it has been half a year since we started taking care of Hugtan. At first I thought “How is this going to turn out?”, but now, since everyone’s here, no matter it’s taking care of Hugtan, or being a Precure, I can give it my all.

Ruru: Speaking of which, you girls have all been a baby like Hugtan before, right?

Emiru: Well, of course.

Homare: Oh! Because Ruru is an android, she had never been a baby before.

Ruru: I’m afraid so...

Hana: Then, if Ruru were to become a baby, what would she look like?

Saaya: A bolt?

Hana: A bolt? A bolt is like this... right? That?

Emiru: What’s the matter?

Hana: There, there...

Homare: W-what is that!?

Hana: Teruterubouzu?

Miden: Good day to you, I’ll now get all of your memories (Peach’s catchphrase: GET dayo!)

Saaya: Our memories?!

Homare: Although I have no idea what’s going on, we can’t just sit here and let it roam free, right?

Hana: Harry, take care of Hugtan!

Hugtto Cures: Mirai Crystal! HEART KIRATTO!

[skip intro]

Yell: I can’t hit it at all!

Miden: I’m in top form!

Yell: Ange!

Yell: You got it!

Etoile: What is up with this thing?

Miden: LUMINOUS HEARTIEL ACTION! WHIP DECORATION!

Yell: Just now... those were Precure attacks, right?

Etoile: Why can this guy...?

Miden: I just told you, I already obtained their memories. PRECURE DIAMOND ETERNAL!

MaCherie: Ah!

Miden: PRECURE PASSION DYNAMITE! Ole!

Yell: Hugtan!

Others: Yell!

Yell: Thank you, everyo— girl? Huh? Ehhhhhhh? Everyone shrunk!!!!!

Harry: This is bad!!!!!!

Etoile: Who are you?

Yell: It’s me! Cure Yell! It’s Hana!

Harry: Does she not remember?

Yell: No... Ange... MaCherie.. Etoile... Amour... Amour? Amour, where are you?

Harry: Hey, look at that.

Yell: Amour! Why have you become like this?

Miden: i obtained four new memories, iketenjan. Your memory will also be mine-nodesu!

Yell: Cure Black, Cure White!

Black: Are you okay, Cure Yell?

Yell: I... but everyone is...

White: I understand. At any rate, we should escape to bring them to a safe place first.

Miden: Umm... did you just say you want to escape? (Saaya impression)

Black: Jeez! You’re so annoying!

Yell: Amour!

[Real Amour gives her back the bolt]

Yell: Thank you.

Harry: Hey, isn’t that the real Amour?

Yell: Eh!? It wasn’t this?!

Black: Watch out!

Miden: I’ll take it!

Yell: Black!

Black: White!

White: I leave her in your care, Nagisa.

Black: Honoka!

Yell: Okay!!! Everyone! Hold on to me tight!

Miden: Well, it’s fine. I’ve already obtained this much! With this...

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[lots of crying, mostly MaCherie]

Etoile: I don’t wanna be where monsters are!!!

Ange: Where’s my mom?

Honoka: I wanna go home...

Hana: It’s already okay, so don’t cry... [MaCherie cries more intensively and kicks Hana] Ouch! Ow ow ow ow ow!

Nagisa: There, there, there, look here, Honoka.

[cries loudly]

Nagisa: No good, huh?

Mipple: What should we do now-mipo? Honoka... Honoka is...

Mepple: Mipple, you have to cheer up-mepo!

Etoile: So cute!!!

Ange: These animals can talk!

Mipple: Stop it-mipo!

Mepple: Let me go-mepo!

Ange: Wait!

Etoile: Why are you running away?

Both: COME OUT!!!!

Nagisa: Don’t do that! (x2)

Hana: Ange! Etoile!

[horrifyingly loud but adorable cries]

Both older Cures: This is bad...

[Everyone panics over their own stuff while Amour sits and watch]

Nagisa: I’m sorry!

There, there!

Hana: we’re sorry!

Nagisa: Did we scare you?

Hana: I’m not angry anymore, okay? Uuu... why did it turned out like this? Nagisa-san, what is the Teruterubouzu just now?

Nagisa: Seems like it’s name is ‘Miden’

Mepple: it’s been going around stealing memories from Precures-mepo!

Mipple: If their memories are taken, then they would turn into small children like this-mipo!

Nagisa: The stained glasses Miden had in possession... I think those are the stolen memories from everyone.

Harry: Ah, so that’s why he could use all kinds of Precure attacks.

Hana: So that’s it... wait! If he already has that many stained glass windows, it means that Precures that are still unscathed are...

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Miden: I’m back!

Miden: Welcome back!

Miden: Today, I got a lot of new memories! (Peach’s impression)

Miden: My memories have increased by that much! Ultra happy!

Miden: Wakuwaku monda! (Miracle’s impression)

Miden: I’m on top form!

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Bloom: Whoa... what is this thingy?

March: The ball!

Diamond: Look! Look!

Sword: It’s dangerous...

Rosetta: We’ll fall!

Ace: Wah! It hurt-desuwa~~

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Hana: Mechokku! So me and Nagisa-san are the only two Precures that are still ourselves?

Nagisa: This is so embarrassing...

Harry: Anyway, we have to hurry up and change Ange and the others—

All: WAHHHHHHHH?!!!!!!

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Hana: Hey, Ange? Etoile? Where did you two go? [MaChérie’s shoe hits Hana’s chin] Ouch!

Hana: Jeez... MaChérie... Here, here, here...

[MaChérie continues crying and throw away her right shoe]

Hana: Mechokku...

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Honoka: Chuutaro.

Nagisa: They just look alike, it’s not Chuutaro. Now, let’s go, we need to go look for Ange and the others.

[Honoka proceeds to caress the Chuutaro lookalike adorably]

Nagisa: Honoka...

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Harry: Heeey! Hide and seek is over now!

Hugtan: I peed...

Harry: Gotta go change her diaper... Wait, oh no! I left all my belongings way over there!

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Reporter: So tasty... the rich milk flavour is really the best!

Ange: Um... please help me, someone is chasing me!

Hana: MaChérie... I think you really didn’t need to throw away your shoe 38 times... Ah, there she is!

Reporter: Oh my...

Ange: My name is Yakushiji Saaya. I wanna go home so can you please help give my mother a phone call?

Hana: Come on! Come over here!

Reporter: Eh? That girl is not your big sister?

Ange: She’s someone I don’t know.

Hana: No, we know each other, we know it other! We totally do!

Ange: Because there’s a monster in that direction, I want to go home, but she doesn’t let me!

Reporter: You’re making me dizzy!!

Hana: Ah! I found the shoe!

[MaChérie cries and screams]

Hana: Why would you rub from this friendly Hana-oneesan and ask for help from strangers?

Ange: Because the people who works at the television station are my mom’s colleagues, they’re all mom’s friend.

Hana: So she still had the memories of when she was still a very young child...?

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Random staff: Where are your parents?

Hana: Here, here, here! I’m her guardian, her elder sister! Sorry for the trouble!

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Etoile: No! Let go of me!

Ange: I wanna go home!

[MaChérie continues to cry, but without tears]

Hana: MaChérie, don’t tell me you’re hungry...!?

Ange: Let me go! Let me go!

Etoile: Didn’t I just said let me go!? [bites Hana’s arm]

Hana: OUCH! What are you doing!? Good grief, quiet down!!!

Hana: [the realisation suddenly hits her] Sorry...

[MaChérie shouts, screams and cries uncontrollably]

Hana: I’m so sorry...

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Miden: I’m bored... I’M BORED! (x3)

Miden: Why is this happening!? Even though my world has already become so bright!!!!

Miden: That’s right, Kiratto Hirameita!

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Harry: [sighs] So glad that all my stuff is still here... Oh Hana! We’re here, we’re over here! So you got both of them back, nice job!

Hana: Putting that aside, can you prepare some milk?

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Hana: Open wide, MaChérie...

MaChérie: NO! [proceeds to cry] Mama! Mama!!!

Ange: She wants to go home too.

Etoile: Of course, after all, no matter it’s the monster, or the big sister over here, both are scary...

Nagisa: Ah! I found you, Hana-chan!

Hana: Nagisa-san...

Nagisa: Thank goodness, you found the two of them.

Honoka: I want to go home! Help me!

Nagisa: Jeez... give me a break already, you made me sound like a kidnapper.

Harry: Ah! Are you planning to escape again!?

Hana: Etoile!

[Etoile cries, so does MaChérie]

Hana: Saaya, can you help me look after MaChé...

[Ange sobs]

Harry: Good grief, don’t cry anymore...!

Amour: Here you go.

Hana: Thank you...

Hana: Why did it turn out like this...? Why did everyone forget about me...? Saaya, Homare, Emiru, Ruru...

We’ve been through so much together... we’ve gave our all together... we’ve laughed together... I loved you girls so much... and yet...

Harry: W-what are you doing? You’re a Precure! This is no time to sit there and cry you—

Nagisa: Don’t say thing like that! Even if she’s a Precure, she is still just a junior high student! Coming face to face with a helpless situation, everyone will become like this! Me too... me too...

Harry: M-Miden!

Miden: The memories are still not enough, I’ll get your memories too! (Peach’s catchphrase)

Nagisa: Look out! Stay here and wait!

Harry: Hana! Nagisa! Run! If you two got turned into babies too, then it’s over.

Hana: Even if you tell me to... I need to retrieve everyone’s memories!

Miden: Hahahaha! If you don’t defeat me, their memories will never come back! I am now invincible!

Hana: Girls!

Nagisa: It... hurts...

Hana: Nagisa-san!

Mepple: What are you doing-mepo!?

Mipple: If Nagisa is not with Honoka, they can’t transform-mipo!

Nagisa: That’s right... That’s exactly why I need to take it back... Because I am nothing without Honoka...! Because I love Honoka so much! I still remember! We got into the same class coincidentally, we turned into Precure coincidentally, we argued, we ate takoyaki, we did some girl talk about love! Even if Honoka forgot, I still remember every bit of it!

Miden: Oh Nagisa, I still remember too. We went to our teacher’s wedding, we started in Romeo and Juliet in the Cultural Festival, we participated in the singing contest, and the time I found out Nagisa’s socks are a bit stinky...

Nagisa: But you are not Honoka! There is only one Yukishiro Honoka in this whole world! Even if you took away her memory, even if she’s really confused right now, that girl is Yukishiro Honoka! I will never give up! Give it back! Give my most precious person back!!

Miden: So annoying!

[heartbeat sound effect]

Honoka: Nagisa!!!!!!

Harry: This is...

Nagisa: Honoka?

Honoka: Nagisa?

Honoka: Nagisa.

Nagisa: Honoka...

Honoka: Are you okay? Jeez, you’re always so reckless...

Nagisa:I had to... I just had to...

Honoka: Thank you... it must’ve been painful for you... But, now I’m here... let’s save Hikari-san and the others together.

Both: DUAL AURORA WAVE!

[skip intro]

White: The memories you stole from our fellow Precures,

Black: return them to everyone right this instant!

Miden: No way... the memories went back to her...

Miden: Flowers, dance! PRECURE FLORAL TOURBILLON!

Miden: DON’T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELVES!!!!

Black: [in the background] We’re not finished yet!

Hana: I’m such an idiot... I’m the one who forgot...

Hana: Meeting everyone, becoming close little by little, the accumulating memories... have always been right here in my heart! I’m never alone... if I give in because of something like this... I’m not the “Nono Hana” I want to be!!! Go for it! Go for it! Wa.ta.shi (me)!!!

Hana: Sorry... Ange, Etoile, MaChérie, Amour... the ones being hurt the most were you all along. Wait for me, I will definitely return you all to normal!

Black and White: Yell!

Black: Once more!

Yell: I am not losing to anyone anymore! Not to you... not to myself!!! I have sparkling memories, and everyone, here to support me!!! That’s why, no matter what happens, I can keep going, I’ll show you I can!!

Miden: Shut up! I have more sparkling memories than you, much much more!! Eat this!!! No way!

Ange: Go for it!

Etoile: Do your best, Yell!

Other four Cures and Hugtan: Go for it, go for it, Yell!!!

Black and White: Everyone...

Other four Cures and Hugtan: Yell! Don’t lose to that thing!

Harry: Miracle Lights...

Miden: Those are... OH NO!

Yell: No!

Harry: Now’s the time, guys! Use them to cheer the Precure on! Ready...

Other four Cures: Go for it, go for it, Yell!

Harry: Again!

Other four Cures and Hugtan: Go for it, go for it, Yell! (x3)

Harry: Yes!

Yell: Yes!

Black: Go!

Yell: Thank you!

Yell: Girls... let’s go!

Hugtto Cures: PRECURE CHEERFUL ATTACK!

Yell: Ange, Etoile, MaChérie, Amour...

Amour: Thank you very much... I can’t find appropriate words to express my gratitude...

MaChérie: When we were inside of Miden, we were really worried, not knowing how it would turn out.

Ange: But Yell’s honest feelings turned us back to normal.

Etoile: I knew it! Yell, you’re the coolest!

Yell: No, no, that’s not it at all... When little children are crying, I should have held myself together, but I cried alongside you all... Even so, everyone gave me so much support...

Ange: It’s okay, it’s okay already.

Yell: But...

Etoile: Then... let’s say all of us are coolest, how about that?

Miden: This kind of stuff happened twice in a roll...

Black: You still here!?

Miden: The sparkling memories I collected with so much difficulty... MY memories!!!

Yell: “My” memories? You’re wrong! Those are our experiences, our memories! They weren’t yours from the start, you can’t claim them to be your possessions!!!

Miden: I... me too... I’VE HAD HAD ENOUGH!!!! (Blossom’s catchphrase)

Miden: Give it to me. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!!

Black: What is happening!? (x5)

Amour: We are ascending rapidly, measuring height above the sea... 500 metres... 1000 metres...

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Black: Ow...

Black: What is this!? Arienai!!!

Ange: Don’t tell me all these are memories it stole...?

MaChérie: Ehhhh!? If that many memories are stolen, then a lot of people must’ve been turned into babies, if there are no adults, this world will be destroyed!

Black: Does that mean we can’t eat chocolate parfait anymore!?

White: That is what you’re worried about?

Miden: All memories are mine... I’ll never give them back to you!!!

Etoile: This is bad! We need to hurry up and defeat Miden to get back everyone’s memories!

Black: Let’s go!

Ange: Yell?

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Ange: Where did MaChérie and the others go, I wonder?

Yell: we got separated...

Etoile: Regardless, that Miden, what exactly is he hoping to achieve here? I thought that he stole the Precures’ power and strengthen himself to do something really bad. But now he just hid himself in this palace and won’t come out.

Ange: Now that you mentioned it, what exactly did he stole memories for?

Etoile: At any rate, what is this place?

Yell: Looks like a very cute place.

Yell: Say, there’s this thing that kept bugging me. Just now, before Miden destroyed this...

{flashback:

Yell: They weren’t yours from the start, you can’t claim them to be your possessions!!!

Miden: I... me too...}

Yell: I can’t really put a finger on it, but I think that he looks a bit sad.

Ange: Speaking of which, when our memories were taken, they were actually kept inside Miden’s body.

Yell: Inside of Miden?

Ange: Seems like they were mixed up with many more of other Precure’s memories. Even though Miden looks like this bright and fancy place on the outside, his inside was pitch black.

Yell: Pitch black...

Yell: Hugtan, watch out! Mechokku!!!

Harry: Leave this to me!

Ange: Let’s go look for another path!

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[screams]

Black: What is happening here!?

MaChérie: This is Mofurun, a friend of Cure Miracle!

Amour: This whole palace is built with the memories Miden stole, this space is a projection of fond memories of Cure Miracle’s, as evident above.

White: Thank you for your observation.

Black: What’s this?

MaChérie: STOP-nanodesu! It might be a trap!

Black and MaChérie: ‘clink’?

Black and MaChérie: Frozen mandarins?!

White: Look forward! Forward!

White: Black!

Amour: MaChérie!

White: Jeez... Black, you’re just...

Black: Sorry...

MaChérie: Everyone can use a calm partner like you—

[screams again]

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Harry: How is it? Am I a good cushion?

Hugtan: Harry! Harry!

Harry: T-this is... All of them are Precures!!!!!!!!

Mint: Oh, look there!

Aqua: New friends!

Lemonade: And also a mouse!

Rouge: Let’s play pretend to be Precures!

Rose: Pretend to be Precures! (Don’t know how to translate, it should be a game that little girls play and pretend to be fairies and princesses and someone they aren’t and stuff.)

Yes!5 Cures: Pretend to be Precures! (x4)

Hugtan: Let’su plway!

Harry: Hugtan—Ah!

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Yell: Hugtan!

Ange: Say, do you feel that the atmosphere here is kinda different from before? It feels so... lonely, like a graveyard in the dark of the night.

Etoile: S-stop it, Ange!

Yell: Don’t say these weird things!

[a bunch of screams and struggling]

Etoile: What are you girls doing!?

Black: S-sorry...

Yell: Ouchies...

Yell: What’s this?

Black: Isn’t that a camera?

White: It looks pretty old.

Ange: T-this is...! The legendary Miden F Mark 2!

Yell: You said M-Miden...

Ange: It’s this camera’s name! It’s the “ancestor” of the film camera recently made public, Midelta D9! At the time, the manufacturer went bankrupt after Miden F Mark 2 was made public, therefore only a very small quantity was sold on the market, [continues to go on, and on, and on]

Black: She knows a lot about this..

Etoile: She is quite knowledgable in this field...

Yell: Miden F... Miden... same name as that Teruterubouzu...

Miden: You saw it!

Yell: Miden!

White: What is this camera?

Black: What is this cheerless room?

Miden: SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!! It’s... it’s not like I want to stay in this kind of place. Being trapped in that black box for decades, no one using me, only me and myself, waiting for myself to rot! This loneliness... what do you girls know!?

Ange: There’s nothing...

Etoile: In other words, Miden is a monster originated from an unused camera.

Ange: That’s why he had to steal our memories, he stole all the memories that could’ve been recorded with this camera...

Miden: The despair I felt after going through my empty life, not leaving behind anything... how would you understand any of it!!!???

Yell: Empty.

{flashback:

Yell: I have sparkling memories, and everyone, here to support me!!! That’s why, no matter what happens, I can keep going, I’ll show you I can!!}

Yell: Meaning that he doesn’t have any memories?

{flashback:

Yell: They weren’t yours from the start, you can’t claim them to be your possessions!!!}

Yell: That’s why, at that moment...

Miden: I’ll more happiness than anyone in the world from now on! I’ll make all the sparkling memories in the world mine!

Amour: Plundering others’ precious possessions with selfish reasons is unforgivable!

MaChérie: Besides, taking away others’ possessions will never make you happy!

Ange: What you’re doing will only make more people fall into misfortune!

White: Miden, please! Return everyone’s memories!

Miden: Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!

Etoile: Looks like you have no intention to return them!

Yell: No memories, means that he has never felt happiness or joy ever before? From his birth to this moment, his heart has only been full of loneliness and pain? Those kinds of painful emotions... continuously occupying all he can feel?

No, even at that time, by my side, I had Harry, Hugtan and Nagisa-san. If I went home, I would see papa, mama, Kotori; in school, I have a lot of friends.

Nothingness... how does that feel?

Black: Now’s the time, White!

Yell: Wait!

Miden: I’m betting my pride as a woman on this!

Yell: Black! White!

Ange: What’s the matter, Yell?

Yell: I...

Miden: The remaining Precures are only you five, come on, give me your memories! (Partly Black’s and White’s catchphrase after transformation)

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Harry: W-what’s going on!?

Harry: it’s them!

Hugtan: Look dhere!

Harry: This is really bad! We gotta help those two! [gasp] I can’t fit through! Now I’m stuck!

Sunshine: Oh, look at that.

Moonlight: Let me help too.

Both: Ready...

Harry: Ouch! (x10)

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Miden: PRECURE MARBLE SCREW!

Miden: Don’t look at me with those eyes!!!

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Yell: Where am I?

Yell: I see, this is the inside of Miden’s heart... it really is empty... he could only fall down endlessly by himself...

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Miden: I did it! I really did it! With this, all memories belong to me! All the happiness in the world belongs to me! I can do anything, I can be anything! Happiness in full bloom! Completely arienai!!! Hahahaha!!!!

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Hugtan: Hooray!

Sunshine and Moonlight: Hooray!

Harry: Not “Hooray!” at all! Now what should we do!? Even Yell and the others are down...!

Hugtan: No dhere! Yell no dhere! No dhere, no dhere, eferyone’s no dhere!

Harry: What should we do now?! Precure... totally wiped out!

Hugtan: Pwecure! Dhere are Pwecure!

Harry: That’s right! If this here girls all turned back to normal, everything will be fine. Wait... we can’t do it! We came from the future! We don’t have the memories to turn them back to normal!

Hugtan: Yell... Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, Yell...

Harry: Hugtan...

Hugtan: Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, Ange... Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, Etowale... Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, MaShéwie... Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, Amour!

Harry: What’s wrong, Hugtan?

Hugtan: People! Can chweer!

Harry: I see! There’s still that method! That’s my Hugtan!

Harry: Hey, all the audience that came to see the Precures’ movie! That’s right, all of you who have the Miracle Lights with you! Which Precure do you like? Cure Yell? Or Cure Ange? There are still a lot of Precures other than them too! Cure Whip and Cure Miracle, Cure Flora and Cure Lovely, there are lots and lots of Precure!

You don’t have to cheer for just one of them, cheer for all the Precures you’ve loved up till this very moment!

Remember how you cheer on them with all your might in front of the television! How cute they were, how cool they were! Anything! Try to recall all of that!

The memories that all of you once cheered on them can definitely turn them back to normal! Help us revive your favourite Precure! Now, wave your Miracle Lights! Let’s cheer on the Precures together!

Let’s go! Ready...

Hugtan: Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, Pwecure!

Harry: Just like that, louder!

Harry and Hugtan: Go for it, go for it, Precure! (x11)

Black: White!

White: Black!

Both: Luminous!

Luminous: Girls!

Whip: Great! We’re back to normal!

Custard: Yes, thank goodness!

Harry and Hugtan: Hooray!

Harry: Everyone returned to normal!

Hugtan: Go fwor wit, go fwor wit, thank you!

Ange: Huh?

Etoile: Why is Yell the only one who’s not here?!

Amour: Is she mixed up with all the other Precures?

MaChérie: Ahh! Don’t tell me she fell all the way down from here?!

Ange: Maybe...!

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Yell: As if... I could just leave like that...!

Miden: W-what are you doing inside of me?!

Yell: If I leave right now, you’ll become alone again!

Ange: I see... just like something Yell would do.

Etoile: Watching this, I suddenly recall the time I became friends with Hana.

Whip: That’s it, no matter who it is, kirakiraru can be born from everyone’s heart.

Miracle: Then, no wait, it’s because of that, the desire to create a miracle is born!

Black: Alright! Let us set off as well!

Harry: Okay! We’re in charge of cheering you girls on!

Hugtan: Pwecure, do your bfest!

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Miden: Stop it!! Don’t make a scene inside of me! I have nothing to say to you! GET OUT!!!

Yell: Not a chance! I want to talk with you! Before I can properly communicate with you, I won’t leave!!!

Miden: You only need to give me your memories! Don’t create chaos inside of me willfully!!!!

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Ange: Wait for us, Yell!

Etoile: What are those?!

Ange: Mini Midens!?

Amour: They’re shrunken clones of Miden!

Etoile: They actually look quite cute when they’re so small.

MaChérie: They are not cute at all! Even if they’re small, we cannot underestimate them!

MaChérie: Let’s go-nodesu!

Whip: Whip Step Jump! WHIP DECORATION!

Custard: CUSTARD ILLUSION!

Gelato: GELATO SHAKE!

Macaron: [ladylike laughs] Aren’t you cute?

Custard: If my memories were to be taken, the knowledge of sweets would too!

Gelato: ...and my burning passion...!

Parfait: ...and how we failed and then stood back up...!

Chocolat: ...and all the loved ones we met, these are all our precious memories!

Macaron: I will teach you what is true excitement!

Whip: Our feelings, and Yell’s feelings...

Kirakira Cures: Let’s la mazemaze!

Felice: LINKLE PINK TOURMARINE!

Miracle: Cure-up Rapapa! So that Yell’s empathy would reach him.

Magical: So that our empathy would reach him as well.

Felice: So that Miden’s heart can be saved.

Mahoutsukai Cures: Cure-up Rapapa!

Twinkle: PRECURE METEOR HUMMING!

Mermaid: Wanting joyful memories... that is your dream, correct?

Flora: Wait for us, Miden! Yell... and us, will definitely open your cage of despair!

Scarlet: Now,

Go! Pri Cures: are you prepared?

Fortune: We’re not finished yet!

Princess: HAWAIIAN ALOHALOE!

Lovely: I want everyone in the world to be happy, Miden, of course it includes you as well.

HaCha Cures: Infused with happiness, happiness charge!

Heart: The sad camera-san who doesn’t know of love, we Precure will be sure to recover your heartbeat of love!

Beauty: Here I come.

Peace: Don’t come at me all at once!

Happy: Extremely spirited!

Happy: Let’s get going! Our goal:

Smile Cures: Let smiles bloom on everyone’s faces, ultra happy!

Miden: More!!! I want more shining memories!!! If only I can fill my heart, girls like you all are...!!!

Yell: Stop it, Miden! No matter how much memory you take away, you can never be satisfied!

Miden: Shut up! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rhythm: I can hear it, Miden’s sorrow!

Beat: BEAT SONIC

Muse: SPARKLING SHOWER!

Melody: I’m betting my pride as a woman on this!

Marine: Blossom!

Blossom: Oshiri punch!

Blossom: A flower can bloom even in a desert! With everyone’s power, let’s make Miden’s Heart Flower bloom!

Passion: Happiness Leaf! Pine!

Pine: Prayer Leaf! Berry!

Berry: Espoir Leaf! Peach!

Peach: Lovely Leaf!

Peach: Even if we met as enemies, we can still start over! Let’s go GET happiness together!

Dream: I can understand, even if I have nothing, I can still change. That’s why it’s okay!

Bloom: A life resides in everything...

Egret: Certainly, that includes Miden as well!

Bloom: That’s why I want to reach out to him!

Both: We’ll never give up!

Max Heart Cures: EXTREME LUMINARIO!

Luminous: Look at that!

Black: It cracked, but why?

White: It must be because we defeated all the Miden clones, it weakened the real Miden proportionally.

Black: Which means... Go for it, Yell, the rest is up to you!

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Miden: Stop!

Yell: Sorry, but!

Miden: Don’t look!!!!!

Yell: You... are the true Miden?

Yell: Rain... cold, and full of sorrow... just like your tears...

Miden: It’s always been like this...

Yell: Always...?

Miden: I know nothing except this scene...

Yell: Miden, you are pretty incredible, huh? You’ve always been here, you just couldn’t help feeling so cold you can’t even move, but you tried to use your own strength to make a change, didn’t you?

Miden: But nothing changed. You said so yourself, didn’t you? You said that I will never ever be satisfied in the end.

Yell: That’s not right. You can’t be satisfied with memories you stole from someone else, that’s what I said.

Miden: It’s the same thing...

Yell: That’s wrong, completely wrong. You can’t take memories from others, you have to accumulate them little by little with your own experiences. These would be your real memories!

Miden: Real memories... that belong to me?

Yell: Yes, you can do it with us, we can eat delicious food, go shopping, take care of Hugtan, go on a picnic. We can cry together, laugh together, be angry together, be surprised together. Let’s make some sparkling memories starting now!

Miden: Starting now...

Miden: But I’m already... filled to the brim with hatred...

Yell: It’s okay, you can still change the future starting right this moment. You can do anything, you can be anything, go for it, go for it, Miden!

Ange: Yell.

Yell: Everyone!

Black: Jeez, you’re so reckless, arienai!

Yell: Black, White.

Etoile: But, you did manage to talk it through, right?

Yell: [nods] To retrieve the stolen memories, and then, to help Miden move forward. Everyone, please lend me your power!

Black: Miracle Lights...

Black and Yell: PRECURE RELEASE SHINING MEMORY!

Whip: Our memories... I remember that even though we failed all the time, we didn’t give up what we loved.

Miracle: I remember the more I treasure someone, the more scary it is to say goodbye.

Flora: I remember a few times I was lost in despair.

Lovely: Even though shocking things happened continuously,

Heart: we went through many exciting moments.

Happy: I remember I felt ultra happy with everyone every day.

Melody: Those fun memories are now resounding in my heart.

Blossom: Even so, there were times I wanted nothing more but to cry...

Peach: The rain was so cold, my heart felt hurt...

Dream: Everyone’s heart had once been broken, it was painful.

Bloom: Still, because we weren’t alone, we hung in there!

Black: Because there are people we loved right by our side, even when we’re scared, we stood up again and again!

Yell: That’s why, Miden, today our encounter with you, and all the suffering we all went through, will certainly become memories too, and then bring courage to us in the future. The one who taught us this, is none other than you, Miden! You are the one who connected all our memories, that’s why I believe so! Thank you, Miden...

Miden: Thank you...

Yell: Let’s make a promise, Miden, to create the same amount, no, more memories than before together, okay?

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Saaya: Here, Hana.

Hana: thanks

Hana: Wow, this is sparkling!

Saaya: Since I already inserted the film.

Emiru: Come on, Hana-senpai, if you don’t hurry up, everyone will be kept waiting.

Hana: Right.

Hana: Then here I go, Miden!

Nagisa: Parfait, parfait~~

Hana: Hey everyone, say ‘cheese’!

Honoka: I know, right?

Nagisa: How is it, did you took photos of a lot of memories?

Hana: It’s still not enough! From now on, we’ll make many, many, as many memories as it can store! Ehehe, you future is looking bright!

#precure

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queenlua · 4 years

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radicarian said: how dumb are we talkin'

under a cut because the diehards can’t find me there

(note: um this got long, apparently i have a lot of art-criticism-y thoughts about this)

so there’s this subreddit that was created for “respectful” negative critiques of The Last Jedi, right?

and i find this amusing for a bunch of subtle inside-baseball reasons.

to dump my cards on the table:

* i keep Star Wars discourse at forty-foot-pole length, and

* while i really enjoyed The Last Jedi, and thought it did a lot of interesting things,

* it managed to attract a fanbase that seemed to love it for really dumb/cringe-y lefty/SJ reasons—if i see another “TLJ is about punching nazis” take i will scream, and yet

* of course the haters hated it for even dumber, bad-at-watching-movies reasons (“wah i don’t like that Luke was a depressed old dude wah” omfg y’all do you just want Ep4 re-released forever and ever—okay, yes, that’s what Ep7 was, you’ve made your point)

obviously this “respectful critique” subreddit is more palatable than like, idk, nerds screaming at Disney or whatever, but it embodies this fascinating faux-intellectual discourse that i see creep up time and time again on the internet. i’m familiar with this subculture because these are totally the forums i would’ve hung out in when i was twelve, haha :P

scroll through the archives and you’ll find endless weird, obsessive, nitpicky critiques of the new movies. people are salty because some obscure point of Force lore/mythos were rendered inconsistent by the new films, people are salty because Anakin’s sacrifice was “undermined” by the new baddies, and also Rey is a Mary Sue, blah blah...

and it feels like when you’re a kid, and you learn about the list of logical fallacies for the first time, and then spend the next several years pointing out the fallacies in every political debate, as if the problem with election cycles is the words ad hominem and non sequitur. like, yeah, kinda? but you are missing the forest for the trees, buddy.

similarly, so often what people assert is “bad writing” is this annoying memetic thing, where one dude launches their contrarian take on Why [X] Sucks, and maybe they’re even right that the piece feels unsatisfying, but often their critique amounts to a bunch of obnoxious nitpicks and checkboxes rather than a compelling narrative of what, on the whole, isn’t working.

but then a bunch of contrarian nerds latch onto that take, and parrot the same boring nitpicks back at each other forever, and because they’re being “contrarian”, they’re convinced that they’re Smarter Than Those Other People, and they end up forming a whole weird negging version of the fandom based around pseudo-intellectual gamesmanship.

and again: i get it. i wrote my fuckin’ 80-page takedown of every single page of Eragon as a twelve-year-old, i get why people find it fun, i’ve engaged in my share of it over the years, but nowadays it just bores me.

in general, as i’ve gotten older, i increasingly cringe whenever someone describes something as “categorically bad game design” or “bad writing” or whatever—not because i think all writing is equally good; of course it isn’t. but, (1) usually other adjectives are so much better for describing what exactly is happening—writing can be subdued, flat, frenetic, brash, stilted, hollow, uneven, etc, and these all tell you so much more than “dumb” or “stupid” or “illogical” or “bad”. and (2) other descriptions often give a better sense of what was being attempted, so you can actually judge the piece by what it was aiming for—and sometimes, the answer is “this isn’t bad, it just wasn’t meant for you,” a thing that fans often find intolerable but i think is actually kind of neat. (random example: ff13 was not flawed merely because it lacked open-world exploration. it was trying to tell a different story and give a different experience, and you can have an interesting discussion about whether that experience works, but if you spent the whole time being pissed that it’s not ff7 then of course you’ll hate it.) and finally (3) the rare stuff that i just find bad bad bad is usually not worth raging about at any particular length. i don’t learn much or feel good about doing exhaustive takedowns of every Eragon-tier novel on the market; i haven’t even got enough time to read all the good stuff.

(as a sidebar, you’ll notice that very little of my engagement in fandom is via “meta” essays, and this is kind of why—while there’s lots of interesting and wonderful meta that i adore reading, i’m personally uncomfortable writing it, because so often it gets embroiled in these weird fanwarish arguments about “good writing” and i just disengage.

the nice thing about writing fanfic is that it often embeds my feelings about the piece i’m responding to—but in a way that isn’t an argument or a game, it’s a here’s how this worked for me & how it made me feel, and you can write both fanfic that’s furious at canon and fanfic that’s elated with canon while still having something compelling and interesting and new to say, i guess.)

for another perspective on it: one of my favorite takes on TLJ was from a friend of mine, who was pissed because to her, it felt half-assed. it tried to do something bold, but flinched at the last moment: it didn’t go far enough to truly be a subversive weird arthouse film, nor did it nail any of the fun popcorn-cinema things you want from a blockbuster, and thus it failed at both.

that’s a fascinating perspective, one i don’t share but one i’m very glad to hear about. but i assure you that that’s not a take you’ll ever see posted on that subreddit, because it’s just a totally different tenor than the obsessive, nitpicky arguments they’d rather have.

and i find the “forum debate” style of argument staggeringly emotionally tone-deaf at times—like, here’s someone pissed that Rey somehow didn’t try hard enough to redeem Kylo in TLJ and that’s what made it bad, and just, wow. if you couldn’t hear—feel—the heartbreak in Rey’s voice when she says “please don’t go this way,” if it didn’t remind you of a time when someone let you down in the most brutal possible way, if you didn’t feel that moment of “oh, fuck, this isn’t what i thought it’d be”—then idk. uncharitably, i’d say you’re just going out of your way to be annoyed over even the bits that really really worked—but at the very least we’re just not really relating to this piece in an emotionally compatible way at all and our conversation stops there.

anyway, yeah!!! tl;dr sometimes i pass the time by eating popcorn and watching nerds who assert they are Better Than Other Nerds doing “takedowns,” basically

#this is only kind of about star wars #and mostly about why i don't do fandom discussions most of the time #ANYWAY YEAH THAT WAS A LOT TO TYPE #radicarian

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manifestoonmoralmanlove · 5 years

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Help I’m being harassed by the #1 sexeist man! Review

Sorry I had this mostly finished on the backburner for awhile but Soulless grabbed my attention pretty hard. BUT NOW THIS IS FINISHED! I hope you enjoy!

Summarize

So the story is as follows…Takato is an actor who was voted Japan’s sexiest man for a few years in a row. However his title is usurped by this dude named Junta that he’s working on a new movie with. Takato is salty about this but is professional about it and just kinda harbors secret bitter feelings. He is polite to and gives advice to Junta when asked. Junta invites him out to drinks, Takato doesn’t want to but everyone within a 5 mile radius swoops in to pressure him into it so he caves.

GOD WHY IS THAT A THING? That for sure happened in Love Stage and I’m sure I’ve seen that trope elsewhere. Where not just a 3rd party will pressure a reluctant uke but like a fucking horde of strangers with nothing to gain from it just crawl out from under the fucking floor boards like little hack-handy roaches to advance this shitty plot.

ANYWAY!

Junta gets Takato drunk, films embarrassing stuff that he threatens to blackmail him with, and a fucking horror scene of a rape ensues. Like, not dissimilar from Junjou in the fact that the atmosphere is drawn as oppressive, the uke is riddled with very palatable fear, the seme wears crazed expressions, and behaves violently. Hell, Takato manages to shove him off and tries to lock himself in the bathroom for his own safety but Junta rips the door off its fucking hinges. Takato PLEADS like BEGS for him not to but he is violently raped against the wall while Takato cries saying OUT LOUD that THIS IS RAPE! Afterwards he’s crying and shaking, talking out loud about how he’s frightened if others find out and feeling humiliated.

Junta picks him up and is like, “Man I guess I got carried away, but like REAL TALK I have a crush on you. The rape was kinda bad I guess, but it’s not my fault cause I literally cannot control any of my actions. I can prove I like you by having gentle sex with you in the bed.”

Takato agrees to this.

I BEG YOUR FUCKING PARDON?!

The implication here is that Junta just looked SO SWEET! But like also it wasn’t gentle sex at all and Junta is going to continue to blackmail him. HAR HAR!

Like here is a hot fucking take authors and fans of this particular type of garbage… that kind of writing does not make this more consensual and okay.

Like if you threw a dude in a pit full of scorpions, and he is being stung by a thousand stingers and the poison is slowly and painfully shutting down all of his bodily functions and it’s all really gruesome…but then someone asks if he wants to be saved and the dude in the pit goes from screaming in agony to saying, “Actually I like it down here.”

Does that mean being pushed into that pit, and what he went through in that pit is okay? NO

What does him suddenly wanting to marry all of those 1000 scorpions mean?

IT MEANS YOU’RE A FUCKING HACK WRITER WILLFULLY CONTRIBUTING TO RAPE CULTURE FOR A QUICK BUCK YOU HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Like you can have your stories where a rapist is redeemed from his awful actions, but more often than not I see these fucking outrageous hairpin fucking turns in writing.

I mean, Junta does apologize? Which is better than some semes but honestly I’d rather him not even bother because he’s not sincere. He apologizes all the time for the sex acts he puts Takato through but goes on to blackmail him, hurts him, abducts him, and threatens him to his face with more rape. LIKE NOT EXACTLY FEELING AS IF YOU TOTES CARE ABOUT HOW HE FEELS ABOUT ALL THIS, BOYO!

The next chapter while they’re being filmed for the show Takato throws him against the wall and hijacks the dialog to make it sound sexually threatening. Takato IN HIS MIND ADMITS “DAMN HE’S ACTUALLY USING ENOUGH FORCE TO HURT ME!!!!” So after this shot, Takato gives Junta some advice and makes no shit, this fucking face…

And that…face, (improperly attached to what I presume is a series of straws coated in plaster masquerading as a neck) gives Junta that GOTTA RAPE NOW BONER!

So that’s what happens, he just violently drags off a kicking and screaming Takato in the middle of shooting and no one bats a fucking eye. SEEMS LEGIT! What’s baffling to me is they don’t even draw a sex scene for this.

MY BRO, WHAT IS EVEN THE FUCKING POINT THAN OF ALL THESE RAPE SCENERIOS IF THERE AREN’T HIDEOUS MELTING FACES AND WACKY INFLATABLE TUBE MAN BODIES TO GO WITH IT!?

But afterwards Junta says the classic creepy shit, “Give up already and become mine. I have no intention of giving you to someone else.” WE KNOW THE DRILL!

Takato looks up at Junta and goes, “Yeah guess I love this dude.”

AND LIKE FOR WHAT? FOR HUH? WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!?!!??!?!?!?!?

But also, are you fucking joking here? Like I’m not into the 10 volumes of “Am I gay or not?” bullshit we get in yaoi. But, depending on the pace and characterization, there’s nothing wrong with dragging out the love being 100% mutual. Here’s it’s in chapter fucking 2. Even Junjou went at a slower pace than that. When I read that I couldn’t help feeling like, “WELL WHAT’S THE CONFLICT IN THE NEXT 3 AND A HALF VOLUMES GOING TO BE?”

Which, admittedly is unfair, there can be lots of relationship conflict outside of mutually expressed love…However for a rapist/tsundere dynamic? That’s usually at least 75% of the conflict. But oh, maybe this means we’re going to get different kinds of drama! So even while it’s not good, we’re going to get something different!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It’s utter NOT-CONFLICT is what we end up with. 3 different chapters are, “I haven’t seen much of him, that must mean he’s bored of me. Wah! Oh it turns out he was just busy. Oh that’s good.” PAGING FUCKING JUNJOU WITH THAT SUPER FUN, ENGAGING, AND INTERESTING CONFLICT HARDY FUCKING HAR!

Then we take a hard right into sorta worst rapist territory. What do you mean by SORTA worst rapist Faps?

Well……

There’s a new actor Takato is working with and this new actor, and the new actor’s coding as a bad guy is about as subtle as a punch to the mouth. So new actor gets Takato drunk enough for him to pass out, gives him a hickey and ????????????

2 things happen in these situations in yaoi typically

1.) SOMEHOW the seme MAGICS his way there beats up the worst rapist

2.) This happens after the uke and seme have a fight. So uke realizes how mean he was for not being 100% down with all the seme’s shitty behavior cause there is a worst rapist out there. He runs crying to the seme apologizing and conflict solved.

We sorta get the 2nd here…but not in a straight-forward way. For one there is no fight beforehand to set up any kind of relationship development. What happens is that Takato wakes up mortified at the possibility he was raped while he was asleep. He staggers around both in denial and utter shame. Seme shows up and like only adds to this panic by yanking him around, forcefully washing his body, and screaming that his SLUTTY, SLUTTY FACE MANIPULATES MEN into raping him. The seme tells him that they don’t have to have sex. Which good, but I mean the scene is not framed as if Takato is doing this out of kindness but almost as a dare. The implication being if Takato doesn’t consent that he is the OTHER MAN’S BOY NOW and they should just break up. So there is implicit pressure there, but he does seem to initial consent. Yet during the sex Takato internally cries about how much he hates it because his boyfriend is hate fucking him but he can’t say NO because than his boyfriend will hate him more.

LIKE FUCKING BIG YIKES MY FRIEND! IT’S SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE!

Which like, I could see a post-assault sex scene full of the emotional intensity of the anger, guilt, shame, fear all intermingling within both of them working well. (Not that post assault consensual sex is much of a thing.) That they’re trying not to think of what Takato went through but it’s eating at both of them. THAT COULD BE A REALLY INTENSE, WELL DONE SCENE! However this is framed like seme ~taking back what’s his~ in a really cold, pissed-off way that’s AT BEST really insensitive to what the uke just went through and his current emotional state. While Takato ~letting him~ cause he’s afraid his bf hates him for getting raped by someone not him. Junta also disappears without a word, making Takato fear that YEP HIS BF DON’T WANT HIM CAUSE HE’S DAMAGED GOODS NOW!

But who has to apologize? THE UKE!

Also it turns out Takato was not raped cause worst rapist couldn’t get it up after Takato said his bf’s name in his sleep. This is framed as better not cause of what the uke went through, but he didn’t really CHEAT so Junta can forgive him.

LIKE REALLY MY DUDE? YOU STARTED THIS OFF WRITTEN TAKATO MORE REALISTICALLY DEALING WITH THE DENIAL, DISGUST, AND SHAME OF ASSUALT AND INSTEAD JUST DEGRADED INTO THE SAME VICTIM-BLAMING HORSESHIT! GET FUCKED!

So the resolution is that the relationship is fixed and Junta threatens and blackmails the rapist. Which, I’m glad he didn’t get off scot-free but those interactions felt less like protecting the safety of Takato and more like, HE’S MY PROPERTY NO TOUCHY!

So from here we take a big turn.

Most of the 3rd volume is a big back-track to the beginning of their relationship before it was romantic or sexual. And boy howdy it feels like a retcon for the fuck awful pace of the 1st volume.

Basically it’s about how Junta became obsessed with Takato while working on a movie cause idk he’s pretty and he accidently heard Takato say something shitty about him once. While I wouldn’t call this good the fact that they actually let this blooming of affection take place makes it the best chapters so far.

Like at the end Junta resolves himself to let his feelings be known and to start a romantic relationship with Takato. Without the context, that felt like almost sweet? That he’s accepted his gay feelings and wants to share his life with Takato. However if you REMEMBER THE CONEXT it means that Junta planned to drug, blackmail, and rape Takato WHICH YANNO REALLY TAKES A SHIT ON YOUR CUTE LITTLE FEATHERS BLOWING IN A BREEZE TO GO WITH HIS CUTSY MONOLOG YOU SHIT-SUCKER!

But lordy the next chapter comes along which is a retelling of this prequel from Takato perspective. The only saving grace here is that it’s not nearly as long as Junta’s. Basically Takato realizes that Junta is OUT for him, and has a fucking frightened panic attack in his car afterwards. He’s literally shaking and monologing about how scary the situation and Junta are. And this isn’t me even inferring words in Takato’s head, he repeats scary over and over. Takato even decides to over book himself so he’ll have fewer chances to interact with Junta. So he does the classic ~pass-out from overwork~ thing so Junta can save him and from here we immediately transition to,

Oh now it’s modern day and they’re banging…..okay????? VOLUME ENDS

The next plot point comes down to this:

Paparazzi are OUT TO GET THEM! There is a photo leaked that isn’t really suggestive at all and Takato pretty much loses his job for it. However Takato finds out there is a much more damning picture of him and Junta, so he decides to break up with Junta, and like…just literally do whatever the paparazzi wants in order to protect Junta. But like, what’s the point of hiding it from Junta? And if this dude is going to blackmail you, what are you going to do to make sure their demands end or don’t get to the point that they’re unfeasible to continue giving in to them?

HAHA OH WELL!

Takato doesn’t even get to see the paparazzi again, his producer finds out and sexually assaults him to PROVE A POINT!

AND BOY HOWDY I’M WAY INTO THAT TROPE! LOOKING AT YOU OURAN HOST CLUB!

Cause HAHA nobody could literally want anything out of a wealthy, well-connected actor other than gay rape amirite?

Meanwhile Junta is cultivating a rumor that he’s having an affair with an actress. Cause of fucking course Junta figured that the only reason his boyfriend (whom is often upset at how shitty he gets treated by him) is an elaborate ploy to protect him from the paparazzi. But you know OF COURSE we see the actress and Junta flirting a bunch to stir the pot in a private setting but like…they only need to be seen on an outside date once. This means that he’s fucking lying if he says that he only did it to SAVE BOTH OF THEM FROM THE PAPARAZZI. He was getting a kick out of it, which I think you could argue that he was being unfaithful or in the very least being a fucking dick about it.

But, Junta goes on TV and says that he’s not having an affair with the actress or with Takato but he is moving in with Takato.

Yeah nothing dispels rumors of an intimate relationship like the announcement that they’re MOVING IN TOGETHER! Now, as I understand it, the housing market is very different in Japan from the west and therefore it’s less of a huge TELL of an intimate relationship if two people move in together. But even if that’s the case, saying you’re moving in with someone you’re accused of having an affair with…is not helping my friend.

However it is phrased this way, and immediately the entirety of the media believes this whole-heartedly, and the paparazzi guy (despite having a much more damning picture he hasn’t released) is like, “Wowzers he’s so smart, he has BEAT ME! I’m giving up being paparazzi. That man CHANGED MY LIFE FOR THE BETTER! HOW COULD I EVER THANK HIM!?” Even the fucking company that hired this paparazzi guy is like, “WELL I’M TAKING MY BUSINESS IN A NEW BETTER DIRECTION! THAT JUNTA GUY SURE, SHOWED ME!!!!”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING!? You might as well have every criminal in Japan throw their hands up going, “WELL GOLLY! DID YOU SEE HOW GREAT THE ACTUAL RAPIST AND ABUSER JUNTA IS? BEST NEVER DO A BAD THING EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

GO EAT EVERY DICK!!!!

That’s pretty much the end up to this point. I mean, there are some odds and ends chapters here and there but they’re pretty much excuses for sex chapters. And like, even though those are pretty rapey, I kinda respect them more than when you attempts to interject some semblance of relationship drama, cause holy hell that paparazzi shit ugh.

Though if you’ll allow a side rant from me about how the story treats sexual assault. According to the author it comes in a lot of flavors and most of them are awful.

For one: if it’s a hunky guy who loves you: Rape is great.

For two: if it’s a hunky guy but you already have a rapist errr boyfriend: You’re cheating.

For three: if you’re being obnoxiously sexually harassed by your superior….BUT YOUR PRODUCER IS AN OLDER EFFEMINATE GAY MAN: It’s hilarious and harmless and helps cement your Marty-stuness.

For four: if a woman is being groomed by a superior: It’s a bad thing that should be stopped.

3 and 4 happen within the same chapter but the author is so oblivious at the hypocrisy of the framing it’s absurd.

Story

Okay so the story is a mess. The relationship progression goes way too fast for it to make sense, and negates a lot of the drama you could have had. It’s possible that the editors wanted sex ASAP for some kinda quota, and that’s not necessarily bad. But it really burns my biscuits when people think, “Oh that means lead with rape and that they’ll be in mutual love by chapter 2.”

Sure most tsundere stories have a bit more lead up until the uke can confess he likes the seme back but this is not the right way to break that mold. The hairpin turn makes no sense and neuters a lot of potential conflict.

It puts the comic in a pacing hole to start and the rest of the story does little to mitigate this. I think there was an attempt to rectify this by going back to the story BEFORE they were a couple. However that was horrible botched as well. It brings the pacing to a screeching halt with a volume of Junta being like “OH NO HE’S HOTTTTTTTTTTT” despite the time devoted they do very little to give them an actual relationship or investment in his personality. It’s all a one-sided pining boner for hideous wiggle mouth.

The content of the writing is just embarrassing too. I can be a more forgiving in the sex-excuse side chapters. But like there’s a side chapter when Junta is magiked into a child and for like what? So we can coo, that the author drawing a small snowman with a poorly defined face and pretending it’s a child is super adorable?

So we can excuse the shitty way Junta behaves? Is anybody weirded out that 3 year old Junta is more thoughtful and respectful than his adult-self? YOU CAN’T EVEN WRITE HOW CHILDREN BEHAVE YOU STUPID SIMP! UGH!!!!

But also the arc on the paparazzi just ended in a total train-wreck of awful writing no question.

Sexual politics:

They’re fucking atrocious here.

1.) The first scene is framed as a brutal rape but 30 seconds later its fine and they’re in love.

2.) The handling of the ~worst rapist~ trope with big buckets of victim blaming and as if Takato was ~cheating~ is horrendous.

3.) The worst rapist is also a sex worker. So we’re framing sex workers as bad people and sex work as a bad thing. BUT GOLLY KEEP DRAWING GRAPHIC SEX SCENCES!

4.) The sexually predator producer of Junta being framed as harmless cause he’s effeminate is god fucking awful. It’s also this bizarre homophobic double standard that this man (and by extension his gay brother) are a joke because they behave stereotypically gay and aren’t ashamed of being effeminate. MEN ARE ONLY HOT IF THEY ACT LIKE PREDATORS IN A MANLY WAY, OR ARE ASHAMED OF ANY SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE OR EFFEMINATE TRAITS THEY HAVE! I LOVE WATCHING MAN ON MAN SEX BUT SO HELP ME GOD IF THEY’RE ~GAY ABOUT IT!~

5.) They ~sorta~ take sexual harassment seriously when a female actor is being groomed. Like they joke about it but also DO SOMETHING TO STOP IT really fucking muddles what we’re supposed to think about sexual abuse at all here.

6.) Takato’s producer sexually assaults him to ~prove a point~ that Takato is putting himself in situations where rape COULD happen. The fuck is this horseshit! “These men could do the very bad thing of raping you. Let me demonstrate what that bad thing looks like cause I’m sure you’re UNAWARE!” THE FUCK!? Also this sexual assault is framed more seriously than Junta’s producer because this producer is coded as MORE ATTRACTIVE and less openly QUEER! ONCE AGAIN I EXCLAIM! THE FUCK!?

7.) Takato OPENLY describes Junta as scary and calls his acts stalking, kidnapping, bullying, blackmail, threats, and rape. He also tries to actively avoid his boyfriend at times, yet are we not to take ANY of this seriously? Are we not to take this seriously cause this behavior is acceptable when the one dolling it out is attractive and charming? Are we not to take it seriously because we can’t except Takato to be honest about how he feels about any of this? I don’t believe in given a blanket free-pass when Takato doesn’t consistently express desire in Junta’s abusive tendencies. Like maybe you can argue some of the sex is consensual but can you argue that Takato is into the blackmail, when he never mentions he likes it? Can you argue he’s into the non-stop attention when he SOMETIMES BEGRUDINGLY admits he enjoys it? If so does just that get a blanket pass?

JUST UGH! YOU’VE GUYS HAVE PROBABLY HEARD THIS RANT FROM ME BEFORE I FUCKING HATE TSUNDERE SEXUAL POLITICS!

Characters

Takato

Okay so Takato. What’s this dude’s deal?

Okay let’s start with some boring basics: He’s a hard-working actor who strives to be professional. He’s a perfectionist, who seems to easily and joyfully take on the role of mentor/protector. He does seem to take himself too seriously at times. He appears to subtly prod at people who have wronged him or others rather than confront them directly. He’s also shown to be a tsundere with a submissive streak.

There’s nothing bad on its face about this characterization. However Takato is described as an intelligent professional actor, with years of experience. Yet his handling of the paparazzi thing is pretty much he goes to shit and opens him up to more rape cause lol hot. I could maybe understand this characterization if the paparazzi thing really hit Takato on a personal level and he made some irrational choices due to feeling as if he was being attacked or that he was going to permanently lose his job.

However he is shown as calm, as he’s making these choices and openly states that he will gladly give up a career he worked so hard for if it would save Junta’s career. Did he not, even for a second consider he could save both of them? This is not consistent with his characterization and it exists to put Junta on a pedestal he does not deserve.

SPEAKING OF…

Junta

So…this fucking guy. Junta is a young up and coming actor with early success. He’s shown to be an impulsive, passionate person who relies heavily on an ~angelic charm.~ He has no shame in using calculated, underhanded methods in order to achieve his goals. He is shown as impatient, has a temper, and is openly disrespectful to his partner.

Yet the world fawns over him with praise for how attractive, charming, and ~resourceful~ he is. He is described as having a few low wage jobs out of high school and therefore he’s an expert in EVERYTHING FOREVER!

I believe they were trying to humorously contrast Junta having a sweet, innocent angelic charm, with the reality of him being an aggressive a-hole. However they do not frame the aggressive a-hole side of him as bad but rather as HOT. Like I GET THAT on some level but since he’s a manipulative, abusive, rapist, it just reminds me of all the REAL LIFE INDIVIDUALS who put on a good face for the public but to their partner they’re monsters.

Art

I legit hate this fucking art. Like straight up and down, I have a hard time even reading it on a visual level. Like the anatomy is OKAY and the backgrounds are OKAY but a lot of it is less than okay. The worst culprits are the character designs, the necks, and the expressions.

I am so done with mediocre artists churning out, not only same-faced characters compared to their own art, but characters that are basically same-faced compared to the main-stream. The only thing unique here is that Junta has dark hair underneath his lighter brown hair. OH GOLLY! It’s so fucking bland and Junta’s got best seme in the Chil Chil awards and I’m so salty about that I could give the dead sea a run for its money. UGH!

The necks are super long, thin, twisty, sharp angels, and with her sad attempts at tendons it looks as if they’re constantly tense. And in worst case scenarios they don’t look as if they’re attached to even half of the chin. Yeesh!

The expressions…fucking lord. In the best of times, the facial spacing is just bad, with eyes and mouths off center, and ears too low. The author has no concept of how lips/faces work so all the kisses are REAL BAD. It’s either just like…triangles smashed at each other, no lips involved, or they’re like 1 foot apart layering their tongues on each other like they’re building a fucking sandwich.

The worst of times is Takato’s sex faces. THEY MAKE ME WANT TO VOMIT-SCREAM!

Basically he squints and his eyes get so watery it looks as if they replaced his eyeballs with just well…water. You can’t make out pupils, irises, NOTHING! But the mouths are the pinnacle of puke-inducing. They’re these enormous squigglies with no rhyme or reason, just oozing saliva like a breach in a dam. At best they’re cartoonish in an unerotic way. THESE SQUIGGLES! I CAN’T STAND THEM! YUCK!

TL;DR

Poorly drawn and written Rapist/Tsundere garbage. While it doesn’t hit EVERY little overplayed trope, it’s still pretty cliché. Just, it’s similar and up there with Junjou in the shitty department if you ask me.

#Dakaretai Otoko Ichii ni Odosarete Imasu #Help I’m being harassed by the 1 sexeist man!#review #comic critique saturday

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When It Rains… (ft. Iris), Ch. II

The final chapter of "When It Rains…," a cross-canon (LilHooty) fan fiction story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin AI)

Comfort levels are pushed to their limits as two friends continue to explore their new relationship.

Word count: 3,768 – Character count: 21,730 Drafted: January 4th, 2021 –

This story was originally gonna go a different direction, but strangely enough, it was the AI who decided to take it where it needed to go. I got a much cuter (and more moody) story, this way!

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After a while of making out, Iris pulled away, smirking with a knowing look. Joseph had bit her lip in mid-kiss… and she was absolutely positive that he'd done it on purpose. "You're an asshole," Iris chuckled as she rubbed her lip with a finger. "You love it," Joseph smirked. "Kind'a…" she chuckled. "So… now what?" "Now…" He grinned, wagging his tail. "Now, I carry you into the other room and we see what happens." "So, I do get to see your dick, tonight?" she asked without missing a beat. "Horny goat," he laughed, noticing her grin. "You'll get what you get and like it." Iris laughed, as well, then hugged the fox tight. Shortly after, he picked her up, carrying her like a bride and taking her into the other room… where the bed was. Apparently, he'd meant what he'd said!

"Wah!" Iris bleated as her fox friend plunked her onto his mattress. "What are we gonna do on the bed?" "Reference memes from the last decade, apparently," he chuckled. She just grinned at him, wiggling against the comforter as he walked over and closed the door. His attention was quickly diverted as Iris made an ungodly noise that sounded vaguely like a scream. "What the f– why did you do that?!" he panted, spinning to face her. She just grinned and chuckled. "Screamin' goats," was all the explanation she offered. "Really." He shook his head and smiled. "What's next? Are you gonna get paralyzed with fear and fall over like a statue?" "Funny guy," she said, sticking her tongue out. "Now, are you gonna stand over there, or are you gonna come over here and make me bleat with passion?" He blushed at her words, but couldn't help but grin. "Your wish is my command, Lady Iris," he said with a bow. "I love it when you're all formal like that," she said, sticking out her tongue, again. He sat on the side of the bed, pulling her into his lap. "And, I love it when you're a little gremlin," he replied, giving her a little tickle. Iris squealed as she tried to get away, though he held her in place, not willing to let her escape. "C-c-cut it out!" she giggled, thrashing in his arms and grinning. "I'll stop in a minute," he promised as he held her with one hand and tickled with the other. "I just wanna hear you make funny goat noises from laughing too hard." She shrieked as she finally managed to knock his hands off of her. At that point, he let her up… but she immediately turned around and pushed him down. Then, the girl laid down next to him, catching her breath.

"You're so cool…" the fox whispered, cupping her cheek with one hand and staring into her eyes with great fondness. "I'm glad I got you to visit…" "I'm glad I'm here too," she sighed. "Hey, Iris…" "Yeah?" "I love you." She met his eyes and her expression changed from one of joy to one of serious concern. "You…?" she began to say. "Joseph, I…" "Don't worry," he whispered, bumping noses with her. "I mean it as a friend." The two looked at each for a few heartbeats… then Iris broke out into relieved laughter. "Glad to hear it, Joe Blow," she said, smiling. "You're such a dork," he said, smiling back. "Now, I need you to do something for me…" "What?" "Hold super-still…" Iris' grin grew wider. She knew what he was about to do.

"Nom nom nom nom nom…" Just as she'd suspected… Joseph had leaned up and taken one of her horns into his mouth, gnawing on it like a dog with a bone. He wasn't trying to eat it, of course. He was being silly. "Now, who's the dork?" she laughed, giving him a poke in the belly. "Hah-hah," he grunted, ceasing his chewing. He then sat up, gently lifting her by the horns. "Cute goat girl…" She softly bleated at him. Then, as he leaned in and pecked her lips, she got closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his soft hair. "You nervous, too?" he asked in a serious tone, but with a warm smile. "A little," Iris replied, smiling. "Okay, good," he chuckled. "I'm glad it's not just me." They both looked into each other's eyes – like lovers do. Then, they embraced, again, and shared another long, lingering kiss. When it broke, the fox took a deep breath… then he nuzzled his friend's muzzle, keeping his eyes closed.

"Thanks for putting up with all the touchy-feely stuff, Iris," he whispered, rubbing her back and running his other hand through her hair. "I'm… ya know… the affectionate type." "Mmmm… I do," Iris said, smiling. "You're very sweet, Joe. It's nice." "Mm… Iris..." "Yes?" He stopped and furrowed his brow in concentration. "I love you," he said bluntly, but gently. "You, too," Iris whispered, giving him another quick peck. "Now, l-let's do this."

With beating hearts, the two began to snuggle and smooch each other a bit more intently. Iris quickly found herself becoming the passive target of many of Joseph's affections, shortly after, squirming and blushing as his muzzle rubbed and tongue licked along her exposed neck and shoulders. She made quiet "bahs" and other cute noises, her fluffy tail wiggling as her friend's hands caressed her slender, small frame through her sweater. When he finally started nudging the sweater up her frame, though, she giggled and batted his hands away.

"Hmmm, that tickles," he whined playfully, rubbing his arms with her own soft hands. "Believe it or not," he chuckled, "I'm not trying to tickle you, this time." He leaned in, sucking on her throat for a second. She squirmed in his grip, then gasped as his hand cupped her breast and he massaged her soft, sensitive flesh through her clothing. He had such an adoring expression… one that made her squirm in his hands. "I was actually trying to get you out of his cute turtleneck," he whispered, leaning back just enough to grin at her. "But, you're wiggling around too much… So." The goat girl trembled in his grasp, her face burning with heat as she heard an odd noise. When she looked down… she noticed that he'd undone his belt with one hand and let it fall to the bed with a dull clunk. When she looked back up, the fox grinned and told her… "I guess I'll work on me, instead."

Iris gulped, her face a solid shade of red as she watched Joseph undo his black jeans right in front of her. She could easily see the bulge in his green underpants aching to get out. Thankfully, the fox decided not to keep following that route and, instead, slid out of his jacket and pulled off his black T-shirt, revealing the white fur covering his belly and chest. She shied away slightly as he pulled his pants the rest of the way down, next, then as he hooked onto the waistband of his boxer-briefs… she'd hit her limit. "Iris?" The fox tilted his head. "Are you–" "K-k-keep goin'…!" she beckoned with a half-panicked voice, keeping her red face hidden behind her hands. "P-please!" Of course, hearing the fright in her voice only got him to do just the opposite…

Joseph nudged the removed clothes off the bed before sliding up next to Iris and cuddling her into him. She moved her hands… but was quick to bury her burning face in his plush fur. "Poor thing… you're shaking, again," he whispered, softly stroking her hair and head. "Don't worry… I got you." He started his slow, rhythmic breathing exercises, which Iris mimicked. It was something she taught Joseph during one of their rare face-cam sessions. She told him, that night, she liked the feeling of calmness that it brought her, and she told him that she did it every night. She felt a little honored that he'd remembered them, and as the two breathed in and exhaled out in unison, she eventually began to feel much less tense.

"S… sorry…"

Iris looked up with shining eyes and a sad sort of face, still clutching onto Joseph's chest. She seemed overwhelmed with guilt for spoiling the mood. Joseph, however, wasn't the least bit upset with her. "It's okay," he whispered, giving the girl a little peck between the horns. "Obviously, you weren't as horny as you thought." She blushed and smiled… but only a little. "Small steps, Iris," he assured her, rubbing the girl's back. "Small steps." Joseph felt Iris sit up, so he leaned back, giving her some space. "No, please…" she said, shaking her head with a frown… which made him frown, too. "Just… just continue, Joseph. I… I need… I want this. With– with you." The fox tilted his head. He was going to say something, but Iris continued talking.

"Small steps," she firmly stated. "I've got this. I can do this. Just… just don't stop." Her friend nodded, in understanding. "Truth be told," he said with a somewhat shame-filled smile, "I… um… kinda… intended to keep going until you told me not to? Like, I'll give you all the breaks you need! But, I want to keep going for as long as you do… and see where the night takes us? No matter how long it takes us to get there. I… I know that's kind of selfish… I'm sorry." Iris gave a nervous chuckle. "It's okay. Don't stop. Here, take my hand." Joseph happily obliged, grabbing her delicate hand with his own rough, masculine one. "Now what?" he asked, wagging his tail and smiling. Iris giggled. She sounded happier than before… maybe even a little more relaxed. "The next step is going to be really fun," she said. "C'mon."

Joseph blushed as Iris put his hand onto the bottom of her sweatshirt. He could see she was still extremely nervous… maybe even fighting the urge to hide or run, again. She was trying so hard… just to make him happy. It just made him adore her even more. "Iris…" he whispered in admiration. When she nodded, he brought his other hand down and gently started tugging up on her sweater, aiming to remove it. She raised her hands over her head, helping out. Then, as the fabric was pulled over her head… "Uh… wait. Hold on." Joseph found himself impeded by something unexpected.

"Joseph?" Iris jerked and jolted. "Joseph! Hey!" The fox tugged, making her cry in surprise. "Joseph! S-stop!" she half-shouted. "It's… it's stuck." "I… yeah…" Joseph took a step back, staring at the tips of the horns poking out of the head-hole of her sweater. He really felt bad for the poor goat girl who sat there, her arms and head trapped within her own garment which had somehow snagged on those horns of hers. As he watched her wiggle and struggle, though… for some reason… he started to snicker. "Wh-what's so funny…?" Iris sharply asked in a mix of fear and irritation. "I just realized how easy it would be to take advantage of you, right now," the fox replied, still chuckling. Iris gulped, shaking her head back and forth. She grunted and attempted to free herself from the sweater much more fiercely… but to no avail. "Joseph, please!" she pleaded. Did she think he was serious? "I wouldn't," he laughed. "Honest." He then leaned in and whispered… "Not unless you asked me to, I mean…" Iris emitted an annoyed "baa" and jerked away, causing the fox to laugh. "I-it's not funny!" she shouted, desperately trying to free either arm or her head. "This happens to me all-the-fucking-time and I… grah!!" Joseph squeaked as he suddenly found his own view blocked. Somehow, she'd yanked that sweater off with enough force to smack him right in the face with it!

"Th… there. I… it's off." The fox pulled the article away from his face… only to tilt his head. Iris was sitting there, covering her modest, tank-top-covered chest with both arms and blushing like crazy. "D-don't stare…!" she whimpered. "I-I know I'm not much to look at, but–" "You're really fluffy, for a goat." Iris looked away, shuffling with her legs and shaking her head. "I don't understand," she said, a hint of unwarranted panic in her voice. "Well," Joseph began, "when I think of fluffy animals, 'goat' isn't exactly at the top of my list. I think bunnies… sheepdogs… foxes…" "Egotist," she nervously teased. "I mean, we are fluffy!" he laughed. "But, then…" He scooted closer. "You seem pretty fluffy, yourself, Iris…" The goat girl looked up at him, her eyes widening. "I-is that good?" she asked as if she didn't believe he was being sincere. "Yeah!"

Joseph's smiled, reaching over and softly rubbing the fluffy, white fur covering her throat and upper chest a little… which made her flinch, but not back away. "How did I not see all this plush, warm fur, sooner?" he laughed. "Your baggy sweater doesn't exactly hide it." Iris gave a couple of nervous chuckles as he gently rubbed away at her neck. "You have such… soft hands," she said with an odd little hiccup. The fox blinked, taking note of her positive reaction. "You like this, huh?" "Yeah…" she whispered. "I think I do." His smile warmed and he scooted even closer, continuing to stroke the plush, scruffy fur along her neck and shoulders. As he kept going, she tilted her head to the side. "I feel… I feel… ulp…" The goat girl's eyes shot open. "J-Joseph, wait– I… I think I'm gonna…!" Joseph blinked as Iris suddenly bolted off the bed and sprinted across the room, barging into the connected bathroom. He flinched as she slammed the door, then he got to his feet and walked over. "Iris, you okay?" he asked, keeping an ear open. "Was the pizza bad…?" He flinched as, rather than answer, Iris started making some very unhappy heaving noises. He didn't need to guess twice as to what she was doing…

After a few minutes, he heard one loud, final groan and a flush of the toilet. Then he saw the door open. "I'm fine, I'm fine," Iris said as she staggered out, wiping her mouth and looking haggard. "I just–" The girl immediately stumbled, crashing into Joseph's crotch with her head. Needless to say, he made a fairly unhappy noise.

"You're not fine," he grunted as he walked her back to the bed. "Lay down." "You're not the boss…" She trailed off with a pitiful little whimper. Then, with his help, she clambered back onto the bed and shuffled under the covers. "Stay put," Joseph said once she was mostly settled. "I'll go get you some water." She swallowed hard, trying not to wretch, again. Then, she silently nodded. "Poor thing…" he whispered, stroking her head. "I'll be back." Joseph left the room, letting Iris get comfortable in his bed. He then came back with a bottle of water in his hand.

"I got you some room-temperature water, hun," he said, walking over to the side of the bed she was on. "How do you feel?" Iris hiccuped and sobbed, but quickly regained her composer, trying to save face. "Shitty," she murmured, rolling over to face him. "Fuck me sideways…" The fox chuckled. "Here's your water." Iris slowly sat up, then accepted the bottle of water. As she took small sips, Joseph sat nearby and softly sighed with a smile. "I think I know what happened, Iris," he began, "and I want you to know… that I appreciate you trying so hard. I know you're not a touchy-feely kind'a girl, and I'm sure the idea of being intimate with someone you only know from online probably scares the Hell out of you! I know it does, me…" He offered a soft smile. "I'm sorry I made you so so nervous that you made yourself sick…" he continued. "But, the fact that you're willing to try something this scary with someone like me… Well, it tells me that my love for you, as a friend, is completely justified." He reached down, softly brushing her cheek with his fingers. "Don't beat yourself up for freaking out. Pat yourself on the back for making it as far as you did! We'll try again, some other time." Iris blankly stared as she continued with her long drink. When he was done, she screwed the cap back on the bottle and handed it over. Then, without a word, she turned away and flopped back into the pillows and closed her eyes, almost hiding herself with the covers. Joseph wasn't exactly sure how she'd taken his words… but he'd hoped it was in a good way.

"I'm gonna go watch some TV," he said, stroking her hair. "Do you want me to sleep beside you, later? If not, I can crash on the couch. It's pretty comfy." "Whatever," she grunted, sounding a little dismissive. Is… is she mad at me? the fox thought with a little frown. Did I do something bad? "Hey," he said, trying to get her attention, again. "I meant what I said, Iris. I'm proud – honored, even – that you tried. Don't think of this as a failure or defeat, though." He smiled, rubbing her back through the blanket. "Think of it as the first step toward something fun." "Something fun," Iris echoed, repeating the words silently to herself. "Love you, goat girl…" Joseph softly stroked her face, then kissed her on the head. With that, he left the room, quietly closing the door, and returned to the living room to watch some television.

Poor girl… Joseph thought as he made himself comfortable on his couch. I know she was looking forward to going 'all the way' with me… and I want to with her, too! I'm sure she'll find the courage and get comfortable enough to keep going, at some point. All I can do is let her go at her own pace. Anything else would be… well… unreasonable. He frowned at the idea of forcing Iris to do anything… especially after she told him that she wasn't going to force him into doing anything. I've always liked Iris… he continued to himself, but until tonight, I wasn't sure I loved her. He warmly smiled, wagging his tail. I'm pretty sure I do, now…

The fox watched TV for a little while… just long enough to get tired, again… then he turned it off. After taking care of the leftover pizza and discarded iced coffees, he headed back into the bedroom, being extra-careful not to startle Iris while she rested. He wasn't sure if she was asleep or just dozing, but either way, he wasn't about to disturb her. However… "I'm awake." The fox's ears flicked as he heard her quiet, frustrated words. He chuckled and closed the door. Not long after, he got under the covers next to her and spooned. There was a long period of silence… then Iris started to whisper at him.

"I'm sorry…" "What for?" the fox asked, perplexed. "I was scared," she said, sounding angry. "I know," he replied. "I'm sorry." "I was scared… you wouldn't like me if I didn't put out…" she clarified. "What? A-are you serious?" When Iris nodded, Joseph deeply scowled – though she couldn't see it. "Why would I suddenly stop liking you over something like that?" She shook her head, not having an answer. "Iris…?" "It's… it's a touchy subject," she replied in a calmer tone, shrugging in the dark. "Do you want to tell me?" he asked. "There's nothing to tell." "Iris, look," he began, "I don't care that we didn't have sex. I'm just–" "Well, I do…!" Joseph went wide-eyed, his ears perking. After snapping at him, Iris spun around, looking his way. In the dim light of the darkened room… he could see that she was crying.

"All I wanted to do was have sex with a cool dork," she huffed, gripping his chest with both hands, "b-but my stupid, dumb, stupid body wouldn't let me! It was like, 'no, fuck you,' and it made me puked my guts out, instead! I ruined everything, Joseph…! I'm so sorry…" The fox frowned, pulling Iris into a hug. She resisted… but then changed her mind, pressing herself tightly to his frame and audibly sobbing. "This… really bothers you, doesn't it?" "Yes, it fucking does…" she huffed. "I… I really like you." "I really like you, too!" he chuckled. "So–" "You shouldn't get attached to me," she suddenly said. "I'm… broken." "Join the club." As he tried to scoot closer, she just pulled away, shaking her head. "I'm serious!" she said in a stern tone. "I'm broken, Joseph!" "Broken how?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The girl whimpered. "I'm pathetic… How can anyone like someone like me?" Without missing a beat, Joseph simply said, "Like this." Iris went wide-eyed as she found herself pulled into a tight hug. She wanted to fight it, again… wanted to call him names and maybe even punch him for being stupid! But, in the end… she just gave in and cuddled closer.

"Fuck you," she laughed after a moment of sniffling. "Fuck you and how dare you make me feel like I'm worth something… Heh." "You're welcome," was all Joseph could say to that. "Stupid idiot…" she yawned before snuggling into his chest. "Mm…" The fox warmly smiled. "G'night, Iris. Love you…" "Love you, too," she murmured, rapidly losing energy. "G'night… silly fox…"

As they laid there holding each other, Joseph thought about their conversation. How Iris was scared that he would get attached to her. How she was right. Hard not to get attached to such a cutie, he told himself as he kept the sleeping goat girl warm. Not because you're fragile or 'damaged,' though. No, Iris… I like you because you're fun to be around, and you're an awesome person, in general. Man, I can't believe we almost… He squirmed a little, blushing at the thought of going "all the way" with her. I wonder if she remembered what I told her, that one time; that I have a thing for short girls like her?

The fox grinned as he settled back down, then he closed his eyes and yawned… As he drifted off to sleep, that night, he couldn't help but feel the utmost fondness for the little goat girl that tried so hard for him. She really was something special… even if she didn't think so.

#gift #fan fiction #When it Rains #co-written #AI Dungeon #original characters #TheOwlButt #LilHooty #Iris (LilHooty)#jolikmc #Joseph Lithius #romance #drama

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Bend Heaven, Raise Hell - 3

Characters: Yongguk, Himchan, Daehyun, Youngjae, Jongup, Zelo (OT6)+Side Characters

Setting/Genre: Gods!AU, Heaven and Hell!AU, Chapters

Length: 2525 words

Warnings: None

Summary: One Single Law can change how three realms work.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

CHAPTER 3 - Strength and Fear.

“What if I kissed you right now?” Daehyun whispered in Himchan’s ear from behind, tightening the grip on his waist.

“You do realise we are 100 feet off the ground and I can simply drop you.”

“I was joking!”

“Well we do look like a couple, don’t we?” Himchan spread his arms out wide, his usual pose of glory. “Just, in love, sailing through the clouds.”

The strong winds took Daehyun’s smile away with them. “Uh, please drop me I don’t think I want to do this anymore. Why is it that I have to hold onto you like this when you fly? Your ponytail’s in my face too.”

The Messenger cackled. “Just a couple of minutes more, we’re almost there.”

Daehyun’s grip tightened further, but subconsciously this time. He couldn’t stop his stomach from curling up whenever anything related to him was mentioned. This had been happening since the day of his induction as a God.

Himchan sensed the tension, and he knew why. He’d kept quiet about it for 5 years. Everyone had. With everything that was going on, Daehyun knowing was the last thing the 3 realms needed.

No words were shared till the time they were back on their feet. Daehyun was stepping on solid ground, but it felt like quicksand to him. With every step, his feet seemed to sink further into the mud, mimicking his sinking heart.

Himchan doubted his choice of bringing Daehyun with him. Youngjae could’ve made an equally compelling, if not better, argument. Himchan felt guilty, but he also knew, The Supreme was more likely to listen to Daehyun. Was this an attempt at emotional manipulation? Was he exploiting his knowledge of prior events? All these questions plagued Himchan, as they walked in silence. For now, balance had to be restored, no matter what the cost.

Daehyun, meanwhile, was asking an entirely different set of questions. What was he going to say? Would he be able to say something? Why was he so nervous? He consoled himself by concluding that anyone would be nervous to meet The Supreme, let alone to discuss something as big as the law. He puffed his cheeks up and exhaled.

Himchan smiled at that. “You’ve had that habit since camp,” he said, reminiscing.

“I’ve had it since I was a child. You only got to see it at camp,” retorted Daehyun. “Wah I miss the days you weren’t part of my life.” He was rather glad the silence had been broken, but his entire relationship with Himchan was based on an outward appearance of exasperation. At the same time, there was no one Daehyun trusted more.

Himchan pretended to be hurt. Placing a hand on his chest, he sulked, “did all our time together mean so little to you?”

Daehyun couldn’t stop his toothy grin. “All our time together is the reason you’re here. Honestly, if you didn’t have students like me you wouldn’t have been promoted to your role as Messenger and leader of Mato,” he said, lightly nudging him.

Himchan inordinately stumbled to the side, and eventually onto the ground, while Daehyun realized that his version of ‘lightly nudging’ was not as meagre as the words suggest.

“You’ve had this habit since camp too,” Himchan said warmly, nursing his ribs, “you and your unrestrained strength.”

Daehyun hurriedly gave him a helping hand as he stood up. “Sorry, I’m just nervous, and you know what happens to me.”

I do, thought Himchan, a chill running down his spine.

He quickly brushed off the images that came to mind and replied, “True, I wouldn’t have been promoted if not for you. If someone can make you pass camp, they deserve all the promotions that exist.”

Daehyun pulled his how-dare-you-say-that face, which made Himchan laugh out loud. The former eventually succumbed to the humour and laughter reverberated through the open sky.

“So that’s why we all were appointed earlier than we were supposed to be?” questioned Daehyun, between his high pitched giggles.

No, thought Himchan, his smile becoming pretense.

“Of course, I had to get rid of you, 2 more years as Camp Director with you and I would’ve gone mad.”

“Sure, that’s why you come to visit me every week now.”

“I can’t help it if my current job entails that, thankfully I have to come to Hell only once.”

“You go to Heaven more? Ah, Jongup was your favourite anyway.”

Himchan’s face softened, as he teasingly said, “Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He took a step towards him. Daehyun knew what was coming, and made a run for it. Himchan snorted, this was yet another habit Daehyun had since camp. He quickly caught up with him, and they both were laughing again.

The calming air of the island, coupled with Daehyun’s company eased Himchan’s mind a little. The island was simple and barren apart from the occasional fruit-bearing trees. There was something melancholic about it, but nevertheless, it was tranquil and serene; isolated from the 3 realms, but close, mysterious, but welcoming. Only the Supreme could strike that sort of a balance.

As they walked ahead, the gates became clearer, and so did the person standing in front of them.

“Do you think he can see us coming?” asked Daehyun, going up on his toes even though there was nothing obstructing his view.

“You’re a walking cherry lollipop with that red hair. Anyone would see you coming from miles away,” said Himchan.

“Excuse me, you walk around in a beard and ponytail and bright coloured leather jackets, and I’m the one who’s conspicuous?”

Daehyun waited for a response, but it never came. He shrugged and continued, “I haven’t seen Eunjae in 5 years, wow. He didn’t even show up for graduation, just called me a few times after that. I wonder how he’s doing, especially after the accident…“

No response came again.

Eunjae.

Himchan’s face lost all colour. How did this slip his mind? How could he forget Eunjae would be here? Would he be able to take seeing Daehyun again?

He felt Daehyun’s eyes boring into him, and managed to croak out, “If you think I’m conspicuous, you clearly don’t remember Eunjae.”

Daehyun laughed and called out, “Eunjae!”

The man at the gate looked up from his book, but his expression wasn’t discernable. His torso was clothed in a sharply tailored beige coat, and in place of his legs was a small machine, hovering about 2 feet off the ground. His most distinct feature, however, was his hair: luscious, straight and long, on one side, clean shaven on the other. The neon green surprisingly blended well with the sparse trees. Eunjae waved to them with one hand, revealing the underside of his sleeve to be brightly patterned. He created a gust of wind, which propelled his machine forward, meeting his visitors halfway.

“Daehyun! It’s been so long!” said Eunjae, extending one hand out to him. Seeing his happy face, Himchan let out the breath he’d been holding.

“5 years, my man, I think this requires more than a handshake,” said Daehyun, smiling. Before Eunjae could ring out his protests about how the coat might crease, he was squished tight in a hug.

Himchan grumbled ‘to himself’ so that Daehyun could hear, “I never get these…”

“If you don’t talk to me for 5 years I’ll give you one too,” came Daehyun’s muffled voice, as he let go of Eunjae. Himchan sheepishly stuck his tongue out at Daehyun.

“I’m assuming you’re here about the law. You can always count on troubles to bring people together,” said Eunjae.

“Yeah, but at least we are together! So how’s life been treating you?” asked Daehyun, suppressing the purpose of their visit into the corners of his mind.

Eunjae sighed, “Not too bad, it’s lonely sometimes but this job has its perks.”

“Why didn’t you call more often, come visit us?”

“You know what it’s like working for The Supreme, let alone as Primary Associate,” he gestured to the gates, “It’s really busy around here.”

“I would’ve come to see you but we Gods can’t really leave the realm unless it’s an emergency,” said Daehyun, apologetically. Eunjae had attended camp with him, Youngjae, Hara, Jongup and Junhong. Like Junhong, Wind was his specialty. They were probably the finest batch of trainees Mato had ever seen. 5 years ago, they graduated and got posted, some as associates and some, as Gods.

Eunjae smirked, using the wind to send the book flying to the ground, freeing his hands. “Aah, Gods, you say. People always use the fanciest terms for things they don’t understand. Yeah we can play with fire, water, wind and you’re suddenly ‘Gods’. If only they realized how fragile we all are.”

The atmosphere became a little tense; Himchan’s gaze was strongly piercing through every inch of Eunjae. Stop.

Daehyun was a little taken aback, but then, Eunjae had always been forthright and blunt about everything. “I’m sorry about your accident,” he said, slowly. “If only people would drive better.”

Himchan froze. Eunjae cocked an eyebrow and turned to the Messenger, “Car accident? That’s what you told him?”

Daehyun’s big eyes somehow became wider, “Is that not what happened?”

Before Himchan could say a word, Eunjae quickly said, “You and Junhong dropped a building on my legs.”

Daehyun stared at him in utter confusion. Himchan was clenching his fists.

“I’m kidding, obviously,” said Eunjae, his face laced with a sardonic smile.

Daehyun didn’t know whether he should laugh. He definitely felt his shoulders relax, but his stomach tightened. Himchan stepped in between the two. “Gosh, your sense of humour hasn’t changed in all these years, Eunjae. Daehyun, why don’t you call Youngjae and Hara, see how they’re doing?”

Though Himchan was smiling, this sounded more like a command than a request. Daehyun feebly looked back and forth between his companions, took his phone out and stepped to the side to call his best friends.

When Himchan decided he was out of earshot, he turned to Eunjae and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” screamed Himchan, shaking him.

Eunjae grimaced from the grip. “Hey, I was just having a little bit of fun!” When he didn’t notice Himchan’s expression soften, he looked down. He paused for bit before looking up and faintly said, “He really doesn’t remember a thing, does he?”

Himchan’s hand remained where it was. “No, and it’s best for everyone that it stays this way.” This wasn’t fun for Himchan. His protective instincts were not something to be toyed around with. “Can’t believe I was worried about you meeting Daehyun,” he said after a few seconds, huffing and turning away from him.

Eunjae glided around so that he was face to face with Himchan. “It’s been 5 years; I’ve learnt to accept my condition. I don’t blame him for it, Himchan; I don’t blame any of them. Besides, I’m not impaired in the least! Do you see this cool thing?” he said, pointing to the machine at the end of his pelvis, “It’s amazing and lets me function like everybody else. Sure, I get ‘looks’ from people, but with the kind of hair I’ve always maintained, I’m no stranger to it.”

Himchan’s face finally softened, and he placed a gentle hand on Eunjae’s head. “You’ve always been the flamboyant troublemaker, but you sure did surprise us all. I don’t think I say this enough but I’m very proud of the strength you showed, not just for your own self, but him too. Your boss wouldn’t have made it without you.”

“Did he tell you I know about it? About why Daehyun….”

“Yes,” said Himchan instantly, “he owed it to you.”

Eunjae nodded his head, only for Himchan to lightly smack it. “This still doesn’t excuse what you said, Daehyun cannot know. Do you understand?”

“OW,” yelled Eunjae, promptly moving away. Nursing his head, he said, “Yes, I do, but explain to me, in what realm is bringing him to meet the Supreme a good idea?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” exhaled Himchan.

“He’s pretty stern about the law, Himchan; I tried to talk him out of it.”

“Oh he’s always been stubborn with his ideals. Doesn’t mean they’re all appropriate for everyone. The law must be repealed.”

Eunjae ran his fingers through his hair, taking in Himchan’s tone of finality. Daehyun was coming back, and his eyebrows were comically furrowed.

“What happened?”

Daehyun maintained his quizzical look. “Umm, either Youngjae’s car broke down, or he and Hara are having the weirdest argument I’ve ever heard.”

Himchan chuckled as if he expected this to happen.

“Also, Eunjae, Hara says she hopes you’re pleasing yourself.”

Eunjae’s eyes lit up, only to be hit with reality a second later. “Is that really what she said?”

Daehyun pursed his lips, “Uh, she used…..different….slightly……explicit words, but….the sentiment is the same!”

Eunjae laughed out loud, “Wow the trouble some poorly worded love letters can get you in.”

Himchan smacked his arm, “You’re still sending her those?”

“In my defense, I still send them to Jongup too.” When the apparent judgement on Himchan’s behalf didn’t lessen, Eunjae nonchalantly quipped, “Hey, whoever gets my wind blowing deserves to know.”

While Himchan started one of his lectures, Daehyun’s mind suddenly began thinking again. He couldn’t get Eunjae said earlier out of his mind. “You and Junhong dropped a building on my legs.” He said he was joking, he had to be. But every time Daehyun recalled that statement, something flashed before his eyes.

Fire.

His eyes began to turn red, as he instinctively resorted to biting his sleeve. Within the next few moments, he picked up Eunjae’s book and simply threw it into the distance with all his might.

“HEY,” shouted its owner. Himchan shushed him, pointing to Daehyun’s eyes. They both stood silent, simply waiting, watching. The object of their observation suddenly turned around and laughed, “Well Hara burns every single letter she receives from you, more fire for our lamps, so please keep sending them in. Plus, she’s so cute when she’s annoyed.”

And just like that Daehyun’s eyes were brown again, and it seemed like he didn’t remember what he did 2 minutes ago. Eunjae’s eyes reflected fear.

“Yah don’t take this so personally you know how she is,” said Daehyun, resting his laughing head on Eunjae’s shoulder.

“So, Eunjae, are you going to let us in or not?” said the Messenger, relieved that the symptoms didn’t progress.

Eunjae smiled, “Do you want to give me a hand?”

Daehyun stepped back, as the other two conjured up a strong gust of wind which elegantly opened the gates. He then walked up to them and reservedly said, “Shall we?”

As the three of them proceeded into the land beyond the gates, Himchan took note of the small mailbox and giggled to himself, both amusedly and regretfully.

Even with the advent of technology, the Supreme didn’t keep a phone. Letters and his Primary Associate were how the realm communicated with him. Thus there was a small red mailbox, with a tiny inscription that said:

Bang Yongguk.

A/N: finally after 75 years I have updated my one and only baby. There were a bunch of new elements introduced here, and plus more reference to the ominous past. And all the main characters have finally been named! If you notice, Dae’s mood swing from ch1 has been pretty much exactly replicated here, and Eunjae dropped…well…a bomb, I’ll just leave it at that for now eh? Also, Dae’s little phone call with Jae and Hara somewhat sets precedent for what’s about to come next. Please like, reblog and give me feedback, it’s really appreciated and keeps me motivated! No apologies for ponytail Himchan.

A thank you to @foxjae and @onlystraightforjongup for helping me resolve my little conflicts. More will come soon!

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