#how did i never get over gim

[cascadianights]

*Me behaving (lying on the couch as close as possible without touching) instead of straddling my ex and attacking him carnally*

This is a noble, brave endeavor. I deserve rewards

[jay-joy113]

Imagine being in an dnd universe and meeting Jason.

You were walking with no real place to go when you headbutt a 6'7 brick wall of muscle who may or may not be an knight.

Now, ussualy he doesn't do charity, but seeing you so weak and alone makes gim go soft and bring you back to his humble abode (a whole ass castle).

His home is filled with weapons of many kinds but manly swords. The soft red carpet being spotless tells you hes either an clean freak or he doesn't stay inside much. The small Garden of roses is on the brink of decay because of over watering. Your room, the guest room, is a bit dusty but overall confy. Your blue sheets are made of an fine silk, theres even cute patterns on it.

Jason tells you that you can stay while you look for a place to stay, that you can even eat from his food. Honestly i would cry of sheer happines . Anyway, and thats how your slice of life adventures beggin. Wheater you prefer cleanning, cooking or gardening you end up doing something. And Jason is a bit emotional about those little acts of service, if you pick cleaning he will tell you how he never bothered because he rarely goes back to his castle (workaholic bitch) and say the smell is wonderfull. If you pick cooking he might actually cry, the last time he ate a home cooked meal was when he was a kid, he does cook for himself but that hits different. If you go care for those poor angiosperms he will look at you as if you did wichtcraft, what do you mean you fuking fixed those?? He couldn’t really care for them so he just... let em be yknow?

Afther a few more days and a more yapping, congrats, you endered him. He never had só much noyse in his castle, its not as umpleasent as he tought. That might be selfish but.. He doesn't want you to leave.

You been a great company, a great friend, a great crush- NO. He must not. You are an vunerable woman/ man/ person Who has no place to go, he shouldnt have these sinful toughts... so why when you smile he wants to kiss you? Why when he sees you helping in the castle those stone walls look more like a home? Why does he itch to hug you and never ever let go?

Afther some nights he cant take it anymore and touches himself. The warm feel of his big hands on his fat cock trying to mimic how you would feel around it. What sounds would you make? Would them be as pretty as you? With your name on his lips and face on his mind. Just as he is about to come you enter his room, whatever the fuck you had to say it scapes your head the second you see sweaty buff Jason calling out your name as he pants his abdomen white. His veiny dick doesn't go down, no, in fact it seems to get even harder under your gaze, even if its owner its looking like a fresh tomato. He asks for forgivnes, that he didn’t want you to hate him, he begs and begs...

His begging gets way cuter when you put your mouth on his member. You lick the head then gives it a little kiss, making Jason even more confused. You start to put him in, Jason puts his hand on your head, petting it softly as he lets an string of praises. When he finally cums in your mouth you can taste his salty taste. He tells you to spit, but you cant let such amazing meal go to waste can you?

When he sees you swallowed something snapped in him. He gets on top of you, undressing and carressing your body. Kissing his way down to your pussy/ cock/ hole(?). You are going to orgasm that way at least twice, he looks like an starved man, and he is, starved for love YOUR love.

Once you are both ready to do the did he will ask for consent at least 5 times. He will ask if you are 100% sure. Of course you are, its fuking Jason Todd. As said before he is most defnetly blessed, those 11 inches didn’t joke at all. Hes gentle, hugging you close and giving your face a bunch of little kisses as he says he loves you. If you ask him to go rougher he might not be able to, his life is a battle field, everything in him is rough, but for you he wants to be gentle, in these four walls he wants to be delicate.

Once you are both done he will clean you both up, dont bother doing much he wants to take care of you, just as you cared for him, he loves you a lot, he tells you that as you both cuddle on his bed, he asks if you want to live with him for real, if you want to stay forever.

If you say Yes in some days a cute little ring will be in your hand.

Thanks for reading

[quodekash]

its been an hour and a half and I am precisely 17 minutes through the episode. this is gonna be a long night

SO-

SO WHY-

SO WHY DIDNT YOU-

WHY THE HELL DID YOU NEVER FREAKING TALK TO YOUR SON ABOUT SOCCER BITCH????

HE'S CLEARLY INTERESTED IN IT TOO

maybe you could've talked to him about it when he was asking you about fifa

you recognised the game, and he said "do you know this game?" and instead of telling him what you know about the game, or how you used to play it, or engaging in some kind of conversation, you say "Ive seen a lot of young people playing it during my campaign" because all you seem to care about is politics and the campaign, and teenagers as a whole generic concept rather than as individuals, and you dont seem to think of your SON as an individual

and I get that parenting is mistakes over and over again and its a learning experience for everyone involved, but I feel like after 18 years maybe you should have a hang on like. holding a positive conversation with your son for over 90 seconds?

WHY THE HELL DID HE NEVER TALK TO HIS SON ABOUT SOCCER, THATS ALL I WANT TO KNOW

SURELY HE SAW SAILOM AND KANG TRAINING VIGOROUSLY FOR KANG TO TRY OUT FOR THE TEAM

HE COULDVE JUST GONE OUT THERE AND SAID "hey I used to play a lot, can I help give some pointers?" AND HE COULDVE PLAYED SOCCER WITH YOUR SON AND HAD A GOOD POSITIVE BONDING EXPERIENCE WITH HIM

BUT NO, INSTEAD HE DECIDES TO PAY TO GET KANG ON THE TEAM

and I get that he had good intentions, he saw that kang wanted to be on the team so he wanted to ensure that kang got what he wanted. but it would've been better to actually show an interest in his sons interests rather than keeping it on the sidelines, to let his son work for a reward rather than just giving it to him without having achieved anything.

sorry I need to shut up about this man but I have so many thoughts and he could be doing so much better but he just isn't

yes

yes

thank you sailom, thank you

yeah, that about sums it up

good job

you got there

finally

but even though its been so long of you neglecting him, it's not too late to try to slowly fix those broken bonds

if you both work together, you can work this out

(ah crap now ive got the song from high school musical 2 stuck in my head)

(what is it with this series and making me think of high school musical)

BRO JUST DID THE SPLITS

THATS IMPRESSIVE

are you okay my guy?

ahhhh

okay

so the root of the issue: terrible communication

juST TALK TO YOUR SON-

how very heartliming of them

noooooo the angst is already here

they had the scene PERFECTLY set up for a tender guynawa moment, and yet they dove right into the angst

guy was injured and in the nurse's office thing

when guy got injured, nawa looked so worried about him

there was a perfect opportunity for nawa to go visit him and tease him lovingly and for them to have a thuakan moment in the sickbay

but no, of course its episode 10 and of course they're following the msp formula where they develop the side couple an insane amount in episode 9 and then come episode 10 and its focused on one of the main character's and their parent

which like is fair, both this plotline and the msp episode 10 plotline are very important but like come on man I just want my side couple content

oh

oh crap that is bad

but he'll be fine

right?

he'll be okay

he's still alive right?

he's just unconscious

the ambos are there, they'll patch him up and he'll be okay

please

kang and kong need to repair their relationship, and it's not too late for that

right?

surely

crap im scared

they didnt kill gim in msp, I have to trust that they wont kill kong

istg if they make both the main characters orphans--

ha fun.

this is so fun.

I am highly amused in this present moment.

how wonderful it would be to see your boyfriend's father potentially dying, and then moments later to see your brother being restrained and taken out of the house, clearly being arrested for that exact crime.

just such a... joyous experience.

HOLY CRAP THE EPISODE STARTED AIRING TWO HOURS AND TEN MINUTES AGO AND IM ONLY JUST NOW ON 2/4, I HAVE A PROBLEM

SEE??? HE'S FINE, ITS FINE, I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE FINE

ALL OF YOU WERE SO SO WORRIED BUT I WAS COMPLETELY CALM AND COLLECTED

HOY FRICK NOODLES COVERED IN GRAVY AND DOING THE NUTBUSH IM SO RELIEVED

CRAPPP

WHAT THE HELL??

it was an accident right?

or was he trying to keep name out of trouble

FRICK NOW THIS IS MAKING ME THINK OF FREAKING JUSTINE FROM SHAKE AND STIR PRODUCTION OF FRANKENSTEIN THAT I SAW AT QPAC THE OTHER DAY (which, by the way: so freaking good. if anyone happens to be in Brisbane for whatever reason (im not sure why any of you would, I have precisely two aussie bl mutuals, and one of them lives in Melbourne and the other is my irl friend who I watched it with) and you have a spare 50 bucks lying around (anyone under 30 can get a youth ticket for 49 bucks I believe, which is like insanely cheap for such a high quality production), GO SEE IT, THIS IS AN ORDER)

oh I got distracted

anyway AAAAAAA SAIFAH'S GOING TO JAIL FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK

...great. wonderful. so good.

I get it, kang's feeling a lot right now, which is fair because his father got shot for goodness sake, and his father might die, and he's already lost his mother, so he needs someone to blame, and saifah confessed to it, so why wouldn't he be angry at saifah?

but the problem comes in with associating saifah with sailom because they're brothers. he has every right to be angry with saifah (although I still believe saifah didn't actually shoot him), but sailom didn't touch that gun.

and now sailom's gonna have to go back to escorting, because if kang has kicked him out then he needs some way to find money, and that's when that scene from the trailers is going to happen

well now I feel like crap

is it time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood? please tell me its time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood

what

hey

hang on

wait a second

you told him to do it, didn't you??

you asked for his help for a few things

is he just acting surprised? why does he have to say that? he doesnt have to say anything at all he could just be like "well this sucks" and not like condemn him or whatever, I still dont think saifah actually did anything wrong

maybe he was manipulated as well?

maybe the guy, his boss, snuck in and he was the one who shot him, and name didnt know that guy was there so in his mind it must've been saifah?

or maybe hes testing ging to see what she actually thinks on the situation

I have literally no clue right now im so confused

GUY

HES IN HOSPTIAL

HE JUST HAD SURGERY

SO

SO

IS NAWA GONNA SHOW UP?

WILL HE HAVE A GIFT BASKET OR SOMETHING?

PLEASE I JUST NEED SOME HAPPINESS

AND I NEED GUYNAWA

PLEASE GUYS

MAYBE ALL THE FRIENDS SHOW UP

AUTO AND MAX AND NAWA

AND THEN AUTO AND MAX EXCHANGE A LOOK AND LEAVE NAWA ALONE WITH HIM

PLS I NEED IT

AWWWWWWWW

GOU4ERHSGPI4ERBNDPGIV

I LOVE ALL OF THESE POEPLE SO MUCH

OH????

YES

YES YE SYE SY EYS EY EY EYSH OM SO EXCITEF OMG

AND THEY WERE THE ENTIRETY OF THE PREVIEW FOR 3/4

ARE WE GONNA GET A WHOLE TEN MINUTES OF JUST GUYNAWA????? PLEASEEEEE

OMG

I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THING

BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOTU THE GIFT BASKET

THIS IS AMAZING

HES SO IN LOVE WITH HIM, HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL ALONE TO GIVE A GIFT BASKET TO A GUY HE SUPPOSEDLY HATES BUT WHOM HE HAS HOMOEROTIC TENSION WITH

AAAAAAAAOUGHROJBD

I CANT BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THIS IS FREAKING ADORABLE

BRO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE THIS LATE

and he doesnt have the gift basket anymore

has he already gone to visit guy and he's just come back

and we fully just missed an entire scene

guy only seems surprised that he's here outside of visiting hours

so they've already seen each other??? there was a whole scene of nawa giving guy the basket, and of them being queer as hell, and we didnt get to see it??????

TO THE ROOFTOP?

HONEY THIS IS A DATE

YOU'RE TAKING HIM ON ANOTHER DATE WITHOUT TELLING HIM ITS A DATE

JUST FREAKING MAKE OUT AREADY

also: the rooftop???? thats an inherently patpran thing. and patpran = soundwin. soooo... this is more evidence that guynawa are a different brand of soundwin

EVERYONE'S SO KIND TO HIM IM GONNA CRY

oh, honey...

ITS A DATE

ITS A FRIKIN DATE

THIS IS A FRIKIN DATE

HOLY FRICK

idk, maybe itll be easier to spot if you kiss first

2 hours of them just sitting there in silence?? when they couldve been kissing or holding hands or something?

NOOO I RAN OUT OF IMAGES HANG ON GUYNAWA JUST GIMME A SEC

(ps I forgot to actually post this one, I accidentally saved it as a draft so its coming after the final post I made lmao)

[strigital]

just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔

think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:

saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms

got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for

came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)

was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve

he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later

because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most

he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)

the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)

back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"

as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe

at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job

at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074

it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!

Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was

Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them

throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him

he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either

dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...

too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away

eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers

even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died

so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie

[viscerax]

Don't wanna love you anymore, but I can't help it

Memories were blurry. Tim doesn't remember a time in his life where his brain wasn't totally fucked, but it seemed to be getting worse ever since he showed up. He shoved his little camera in his face, spinning some intricate lie about trying to continue Marble Hornets, that stupid fucking film project he got dragged into by Brian. Tim knew something about it was suspicious, the way he never stopped recording. The whole situation gave Tim a bad pit in his stomach. But he gave the man a chance.

Oh, how stupid he was. How stupid it was of Tim to think that anyone around him could possibly have good intentions. How stupid of him to think that things could possibly get better.

The fucker put his medical records on the internet. For the whole world to see. When Tim saw that video, hearing his name read out and snippets of his confidential information being sprawled out for the world to see, he wanted to vomit. How did he even get ahold of those?

Tim wasn't one to pull punches. And he sure as hell didn't when he finally confronted the lying bastard who fucked him over. The feeling of his fist connecting with the man's face, sending him into the concrete of the parking lot, left a satisfied buzzing in Tim's mind. Therapists were bullshit. Sometimes, violence did help.

But that satisfaction didn't last long. Because now he was here, stuck in the car with the same fucker who betrayed him. Sometimes he wished his spells of memory loss and consciousness would kick in while he sat in the passenger seat, across from Jay, listening to whatever "rock hard music" the shitty radio station decided to play, which mostly consisted with of Queen.

Tim was sure he wouldn't mind coming into consciousness, leaving Jay on the side of the road and driving off. He was angry, and when he got angry, violence tended to creep up into his mind, even if he didn't want it to be there. It almost felt like someone cracked open his skull, the soft buzzing giving him a headache, and implanted the idea of bashing Jay's head into the steering wheel into his mind.

As angry as he was, part of him understood the man's voyeuristic tendencies, his heedless courses of actions. The man was acting out of fear, instinct, a true survivalist. He'd seen the videos of him chasing after the poor guy. He was surprised Jay lasted so long. Tim being clad in that typical porcelain mask that sent shivers down his own spine when he saw it, a reminder of his inevitable succumbing to the other side of him.

To keep himself from blowing up on Jay, taking his camera and breaking it over the poor boys head, he instead opted for giving him the cold shoulder, turning the scratchy radio up loud and chainsmoking, letting out a rattling cough every now and then.

"Smoking kills, you know?" Jay let out a half-hearted chuckle, it was obvious he was trying to ease the tension. Tim's eyes shifted, shooting the man a glare. As he did, he caught sight of the way the golden sun crowned Jay's head in a halo of soft light.

Tim internally kicked himself. This man was nothing like an angel.

"So does being nosey." He snarkily commented, taking another drag, turning to Jay and blowing a cloud of smoke in his direction. Jay let out a few coughs, waving the smoke away.

"Would be nice if you didn't blow that in my face... at least not while I'm driving." Jay let out an annoyed huff, eyes shifting to glare at Tim, although there was a bit of lighthearted-ness to his gaze, much less stern and upsetting than Tim's.

"Yeah... whatever..." Tim grumbled, obviously done with the conversation.

Jay let out a sigh, catching Tim's attention for just a moment. "This is fucked. Ya'know."

Tim just stared, he wasn't sure if he should respond, if Jay wanted gim to respond. So instead, he quirked and eyebrow, urging Jay to continue.

"This whole... ordeal. Everything. You, me, Alex. It all fucking sucks." Tim could tell Jay needed some kind of outlet, so he didn't stop the boy as he continued rambling. "You don't deserve this, Tim. You.... you're a good man. God, a kid shouldn't have had to deal with... with that fucker." Tim recalled briefly telling Jay og how Tim saw "that fucker" long before Marble Hornets was a thing. How he could feel the buzzing in his skill for as long as he could remember, ever present and only getting worse as the years went on. For a long time, Tim was convinced it was all just another hallucination, the schizophrenia nipping him in the bud. But everything seemed to align so horribly perfect. Seeing the stark image of him on those tapes only further confirmed his suspicions.

Tim stared kind of dumbfoundedly at Jay. He wasn't sure what to say. The topic of his childhood, of "that fucker" always made him uneasy, but another part of him felt like the exposure therapy made it easier to cope with, to know that in some twisted sense, he and Jay were in the same boat, both of them clinging to eavhother to keep the other from going overboard.

"You just... I just.... God I hate this, Tim. I should have never gotten involved with this shit. I shouldn't have dragged you back into this, I-I'n so- fuck- I'm so sorry." The dam inside of Jay was broken. He seemed to be spilling every thought he had, tears clouding his vision as he did. His hands shook as he clutched the steering wheel, and Tim worried about the logistics of driving safely while crying.

"Pull over." Tim muttered. Jay, unsure of what Tim planned to do, but seeming to have an inkling of trust in Tim, obliged. He slowly pulled the car off the side of the road, putting it in park and staring down at the wheel as he seemed to have a death grip on it.

Jay sniffled, eyes still brimming and spilling with tears. He refused to look up, he just let his hot tears stream down his face, slowly gliding down his chin, his neck, and soaking into the neck of his shirt.

After a few moments of awkward silence, only broken by Jay's slowly quieting sobs, Tim silently reached over, placing a hand on Jay's shoulder. His grip was firm, but not aggressive. It was a silent reassurance. A way of saying "I'm here. You can cry" without Tim having to actually say it.

After a few moments, Jay finally looked up, over at Tim. Tim's eyes locked with the tear ridden boy, and he gave him a weak half-smile. It was the most vulnerable he had ever managed to be.

Suddenly, Jay's gaze shifted, and his eyes filled with horror as he stared at something just past Tim. Tim quickly shot his head around, searching for any kind of warning signs. There was nothing. Nothing except for the distant line of trees. Tim looked back to Jay, who had began to shake. Jay's breathing quickened, and his eyes were wide, stray mumbling escaping his lips.

"H-he's out there... isn't he. H-he's coming for us a-a-and he-"

Jay let out another sob. The shaking, the state of frozen shock,, the hyperventilating, the mindless mumbling, Tim had a vague idea of what was going on. He figured Jay was having some sort of panic attack, induced by the paranoia that "It" was out there, watching them.

Tim has had his fair share of these. He knew how to pull someone out of this state. He have Jay a soft gaze before unbuckling his seatbelt, turning and opening the door. He got out, turning to Jay. "I'm coming over there." He let Jay know he wasn't leaving him, reassuring him that his presence would return. He walked over to the drivers side of the car, popping the door open. He reached over Jay, and unbuckled his seat belt, reaching out a hand for Jay to grab. "We're going to go to the back seat. You'll have more space, you can lay down. You won't feel as cramped." Tim explained, his usual gruff tone replaced by a tender and cautious one.

Jay, barely processing his surroundings, only nodded before grabbing onto Tim's hand. Tim steadied Jay, the poor guys legs shaking from the shock and fear. He steadied him, opening the back door and allowing Jay to climb in, Tim following suit as Jay crawled into the middle seat, his breathing still quick and shaky.

Tim kept a firm grip on Jay's hand, trying to comfort him, reassure him.

"Jay... hey, listen. Its okay. Alex, The opera-"

"Dont say its name-" Jay quickly interjected, eyes wide with fear as he stared at Tim.

Tim nodded, continuing on. "-it is not there. You're okay, Jay. You're here. You're in the backseat for your car." Tim grounded him the best he could, a soft tone edging into his voice. He looked at Jay, a gaze that once only held contempt towards him, now only laced with concern and care. He was like him. He was scared.

Jay seemed to subconsciously lean into Tim's presence, the only constant in his boggled mind. This didn't go unnoticed by Tim, him being the ever observant man he was.

"How about you lay down. C'mon." Tim mumbled, awkwardly taking a hand and placing it behind Jay's head, leading him so that he could lay down. Jay didn't complain, and in fact seemed welcoming to the touch. He gingerly rested his head in Tim's lap, seeming hesitant at first, before the exhaustion of his slowly calming panic attack took over. "Good... now, breathe with me, kay?"

Jay didn't audibly respond, simply nodding. Tim gave him a half-smile, taking that as a yes, and he took a deep inhale for 4 seconds, holding for 8, and exhaling for 7. Jay followed suit, inhale, hold, exhale. The cycle repeated a few times until Jay's breathing became steadier, and he wasn't shaking with fear. Jay's eyes rested upon Tim's stark features. He found an odd sense of calm in the mind. To him, Tim was possibly the strongest person on the planet. If Tim could do it, then so could he.

The staring didn't go unnoticed by Tim. He gazed down at the man in his lap, eyes soft. Absent-mindedly, Tim's hand that rested behind Jay's head had began to carefully play with his hair, curling his fingers into it and releasing. When the action was noticed, Tim began to pull his hand away, unsure if the touch were bothering Jay. Before he could, Jay grabbed Tim's wrist, and he pushed his head back towards his hand. Almost like a cat.

Cute.

Tim chuckled, returning to curling and unfurling his fingers around Jay's locks. The feeling seemed to calm Tim as well, the repeated action calming his ever-raving mind.

After a few moments, Jay's eyes seemed to be slowly drifting shut. Tim let out a hum, glancing up at the front seat. "We gotta get going, Jay." Tim mumbled, glancing up to the front seat. Jay let out a defiant groan, shaking his head, bring his hands up, placing them against his chest and dragging them down in a semi-circle motion.

Tired.

Tim was aware of Jay's tendency to go non-verbal. He often experienced the same thing. He nodded softly. "It's okay, I'll drive." Tim hummed. "You wanna stay back here so you can spread out?"

Jay quickly shook his head. Tim didn't blame him. The dark and dim backseat didn't seem like avery comforting spot at the moment. "Alright, come on, I gotcha." Tim popped open his door, allowing Jay to sit up before he slid out, Jay following him in the process. Jay sleepily stumbled next to Tim, Tim keeping a tight grip on him as he opened the passenger door and helped Jay sit down.

For a few minutes the car ride was silent, the only sound being the soft sound of the radio, turned down so that it wouldn't disturb or overwhelm Jay.

Tim felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked over, finding Jay leaning closer to him. Jay watched him for a moment before signing.

Talk to me.

Tim looked back to the road for a moment before his gaze returned to Jay. "Talk to you? 'Bout what?"

Anything.

Tim nodded, thinking for a moment.

"I used to hate you." Wow, harsh opening. He looked over, seeing a panicked yet understanding look upon Jay's face. "I was... angry. And my mind was fucked and I just. Raged. Not saying that you publishing my medical files online for all to see is okay, but what I'm saying is... I understand. You.... you're scared. You never intended to get dragged into this and you are just trying to help. I honestly think it's a bit admirable." Tim let out a short chuckle. "I wanted to have something to hate. Someone to blame and take my anger out on other than myself. And you were right there and I just- I shouldn't have punched you. I'm sorry, about that. Hope I didn't mess up your cute face too bad." Voicing his concern had always been an issue for him. It still was an issue, but it was obvious that Jay wanted some sort of reassurance. Tim was willing to give it.

You think my face is cute?

Jay cheekily grinned, and Tim just stared, sputtering for a moment. "Thats not- no- i-"

Jay chuckled, the noises catching Tim's attention, embarrassment of being caught in the act of complimenting someone written all over his face.

I think your face is cute too.

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

Part of Tim wanted to hate Jay. He wanted to despise him. But he couldn't. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop liking him.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Butterfly

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warning : big fluff , hurt/comfort , angst , cuddling

Summary : Tyler and Xavier the next outreach day, everyone is being rude to Tyler and eventually he takes a break after someone from Nevermore tells him to kms. Xavier closes the store for a bit and goes to check on Tyler only to find gim curled on the floor and then Xavier brings him back to his drom and takes care of Tyler there.

Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe

Info : So here is another cute One-shot based on This (the second ) idea from @tylorpe4life which was really cute to write. I hope you and everyone is enjoying this. Have fun reading and keep the Tylorpe ship alive

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The next outreach day came faster than anyone realized. But the students of Nevermore Academy couldn't wait to get out on the town and make new or old friends. But the artist's happiness never seemed to wear off. He looked at the invitation or the card in the envelope in his hands.

He looked at the sentences and read the name of the cafe over and over again. The small smile on his lips reflected only a small part of his happiness. ,,Xavier, where did you get in?" he heard Enid ask happily as she hopped over to him. He saw Wednesday appear behind her, the black-haired emotionless-looking girlfriend of the werewolf. ,,I hope you're not pushing her out of her territory?" Wednesday demanded, standing next to Enid. Shaking his head, he said, ,,No, don't worry about that. I'm back at the cafe for luck," he explained.

But as soon as he finished, Enid grabbed her friend's hand and jumped even more excitedly. ,,That means you're finally going to see Tyler again. You have to tell him how it was," she said before Wednesday pulled her away from him. Sighing happily and with amusement, he walked after the other students to the buses that took them into town. But his thoughts were only on his friend Tyler.

He scribbled small drawings of animals and flowers on his small drawing pad. Small insignificant drawings that he made but only aszugerne as exercise in between. I have to ask Tyler for a portrait, he remembered. It was supposed to be a gift, a small gesture, a picture of Tyler and maybe him.

A couple's photo. The bus stopped at the same place as always and he trotted after the others before stretching and looking at the cafe from a distance. A smile came to his lips as he made his way to the store faster than necessary.

The bell rang, announcing his entrance. ,,Hello Tyler!" he called across the still relatively empty store and walked behind as his friend poked his head out of the kitchen. ,,Hey, my artist," the shorter man replied, pulling Xavier into a hug. He felt the warmth of the other, a certain security he knew he gave Tyler. He hasn't really gotten over it yet, he said as he thought about the Hyde incident and the past events at the school. ,,I'll make the waffles in a minute, could you make the coffee?" asked Xavier as he headed for the aprons and tied them around himself. ,,I'd be happy to," the curly-haired man purred and chuckled before going to the coffee machine.

The artist, however, took the ingredients from the large refrigerator and began to mix them together to make the waffles. He had made them many times before, a simple yet delicious recipe. Tyler said that his mother had written it down. Even though she was no longer alive, he still loved her.

A sigh escaped his lips as he waited for the dough to come together. Suddenly he heard the sound of Tyler humming as he concentrated on his work. A cute habit as Xavier found and he Tyler only too gladly listened.

The mixing of the dough went quickly and the fresh waffles were available at the counter all the faster. He saw the interested and loving look of Tyler when he looked at the waffles. ,,I'll put two aside," Xavier said hastily, wrapping two of the waffles in aluminum foil and setting them aside.

After a short time he hears Tyler say, ,,There doesn't seem to be much going on today" who was cleaning some cups. Xavier just nodded and went to a table with new customers. He heard the doorbell ring, but when he saw the dark purple and black uniforms, he knew they were students from his school. He didn't know them, maybe they just had other classes. He took the tablet and walked slowly and carefully into the kitchen.

The last thing he wanted was trouble because of broken dishes. Or stress with his father that he tried to ignore. The water ran over his hands as he washed the cups, plates and metal dishes. He was hardly aware of the front part of the cafe. On the one hand by the walls that took him a little the view and on the other hand by the noise of the rinsing.

It took a few moments before he heard a clang followed by laughter and running. Confused, he looked up and saw Tyler running past the kitchen. ,,I'm taking a break," he said hastily, but even Xavier could hear the brokenness in his voice.

He immediately put the dishes down and went back into the cafe. He saw the group still laughing before they kicked the dishes aside and walked out. Tyler ran anxiously through his mind.

He took a quick look around the store and saw that luckily there were no customers. Quicker than necessary, he turned the sign to close and locked the door. Before he hurried into the bathroom. He opened the door and called his friend's name.

But he didn't even bother to look when he saw Tyler huddled against the wall. ,,Tyler, what happened?" he asked hastily and knelt down in front of his friend. The curly-headed man was crying bitterly, and Xavier saw the trembling and the trying to hold back his grief and his hydes.

Slowly, the artist put a hand on his friend's shoulder. He waited to see if Tyler would shake him off, but he did not. ,,Everything is fine, I'm here," he said and sat down next to Tyler. Very slowly his hand went to the hair of the smaller one. He played with a few curls knowing that Tyler always found this cute and calmed him down a bit. Then after a short wait and more sniffling noises Tyler dislocated himself.

He practically threw himself into Xavier's arms only to continue crying bitterly. ,,It's going to be okay," was all the artist could say as he continued to stroke Tyler's back, trying to calm him down. ,,Kill" Tyler suddenly said and Xavier raised an eyebrow in confusion. ,,What?" he asked in confusion, trying to make eye contact with his friend.

But Tyler buried his face in the crook of the artist's neck. ,,They-They told me to...kill myself," Tyler sniffled and whimpered as he was apparently plagued by a painful memory. ,,Don't say that, it's just empty words, they're trying to mess with you, it's going to be alright," he could only say, his own heart aching in his chest. He didn't know how long it would take Tyler to calm down before he could convince him to join him.

The bus ride to Nevermore Academy was quiet, and only the hand-holding and occasional brushing of hands signaled that it wasn't too much for Tyler. It took a few more moments for them to arrive at his room.

But he saw how upset Tyler still was as he curled up on his bed. ,,Wait here a minute," Xavier said as he pulled out a few more blankets and took them to the bed. ,,Here, this will help," he said encouragingly and sat down with Tyler before giving him another hug. ,,You know...for a moment I thought about doing it," the smaller man finally said, and even though it made Xavier's throat tight, he nodded in understanding. ,,I can only imagine how awful it must be...but Tyler please I promise you it will get better. We'll get through this together, you and I," Xavier said softly and gave his friend a gentle kiss on the forehead before picking up his small drawing pad.

He used his powers to make the little butterflies and birds fly around Tyler before they settled on the smaller man's curls.

At first Xavier was worried that Tyler wouldn't like it, but when he saw the smirk he breathed a sigh of relief. ,,They're cute," he said, taking a butterfly on his finger.

He watched the animal and Xavier was pleased to see the enthusiastic gleam in his friend's eyes. ,,Thank you," he heard Tyler murmur as he held the butterfly out to him. Xavier took the animal on his finger before feeling Tyler's gentle kiss. ,,I told you we would stay together and we will get through this," he assured Tyler before kissing him again. And they would, their love would endure a lot, but that only brought them closer together.

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[amos-reviews]

Ok. Now that the episode is over, I’m going to wax lyrical about the opening sequence.

I loved the way they juxtaposed the conversation between Tinn and his mum, with that of Gun and Mrs Gim. Gun has always had an open relationship with his mother - they only have each other so they have built a level of trust between them so that Gun doesn’t worry about talking to her about the fact that Gun and Tinn are dating. Tinn had already told her that he liked Gun, so Gun was just confirming that them liking each other had progressed to dating.

Tinn on the other hand never had that relationship with his mother. I suspect her being a school administrator (and potentially a teacher prior to that) has created an aura around her. She runs an orderly household and has high expectations for Tinn, so she has probably never created that safe space where Tinn would feel comfortable being who he is, rather than who she wants him to be.

While we did see her start to understand what was going on with Tinn last week, and working through her own concerns and doubts, she still doesn’t know how to create that safe space for Tinn. So as much as she wanted to ask him about what was going on, she can also see that Tinn isn’t ready to discuss it at that point. Her realising that, and redirecting the conversation so that Tinn doesn’t have to go through something he isn’t ready for was the right thing to do. At that time, she still needs to work through her own issues, so that she is a safe haven, and Tinn realises he doesn’t need to fear her reaction.

I did make a brief post, but her and her husband watching bl’s together, trying to better understand what Tinn may be experiencing, was an ingenious move. Even if they aren’t overly realistic in showcasing the homophobic aspect of being openly gay (as she mentions later in the episode), it can still normalise being queer for those that aren’t. And it allowed her to get over her own fears, so that she could support Tinn and Gun after those comments made by the homophobic teacher. She was still processing what it meant for Tinn to be gay in Ep11 at the start of the semester, but by the end of the semester when all this went down, she could be the mother Tinn needed.

[gimblegamble]

Every time I think I’m insane about Mumbo Jumbo Grian proves me wrong

This man is No1 Mumbo fan head over heels heels over head down bad whipped silly goofy heart eyed brain gone simping attention seeking needy gf dead on floor revived kicking his feet giggling writing love poetry blushing stupid goo goo eyed heart skipping beats in love desperate yearning pining cartoon love hearts all day every day every hour every second for one mustochio gentleman

Mumbo thinks he knows how insane Grian is over him HE’S WRONG HE’S SO WRONG HE IS WRONG IN EVERY WAY not because it’s not obvious (it’s so obvious bestie) but because even Mumbo’s overestimates are underestimates regarding Grian lol tho that c b tru for all of the ppl in love w Mumbo……..

Grian is fighting killing stabbing for the position of Nomebe1 Mumbol lover tho. Fighting off everyone else. ‘Secretly’ (he’s so obvious bestie). Like I think ur G n Doc have the most obv rivarly over Mumbo (‘secretly’ (they’re so obvious bestie) but Grian’s fr so fighting egen1 else too lmaoooo this man is so jealous n yet so simping at the eame time

It’s so obvious bestie im betting at least 1 other hermit decided go piss G off aboi it by cosying up to Mumbo n then realised oh I see why Grian is so obsessed w u now fuckin WHOOPS </3

N Grian oats them on the back like ‘there there u got it we got it we all get it ok here’s our support group but also reestabloshes his claim over the num1 Mumbo gf title

Will Mumbo ever find out about this LOL NO Grian would perish and a Mumbo would still never know the extent of his insanity no one does not even the other hermits at this point the pesku bird is GONE GONEFUHFYDYD

So o7 to Grian. I might b a big Mumbo fan but Grian puts his own heart lovingly secretly (obviously) on a leash for Mumbo to hold n Mumbo doesn’t even know about it LOL /lh

(Also ty for keepin my other asks in ur invox AAWWWWWWWW that’s spcuttte bestie!!!!! Got be fr rn I legit thought tumblr had eated them LOL so ty for lettin me know gim o7 o7)

- 🌱 Anon

Jsiajasbwhdwkdi all of these are just so true though. For this current season I think Gem would be the funniest hermit to try and prank Grian but'll end up falling herself (Scar had his time during season 8 [oh Martyn did it as well during last life lmao]).

Honestly at this point I'm tempted to change my blog title to "#2 Mumbo fan (no one can beat Grian)" and just call it a day.

[sebeth]

Legion of Super-Heroes #2 (Bendis)

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

The second issue opens with the Legion battling the Horraz.

Saturn Girl orders Tortor, the leader of the Horraz, to surrender. He ignores her.

Brainiac 5 receives a moment’s spotlight to…fanboy over Superboy.

Tortor orders Ultra Boy to hand over the Trident of Aquaman or the Horraz will burn Rimbor. Jo’s response can be summed up as “Whatever. I don’t even like Rimbor”. Not very heroic of Jo.

Imra attempts to telepathically knock out the Horraz but ends up knocking out most of her teammates.

Tortor battles Superboy in the sky.

The trident causes a tidal wave/monster to flood the Legion HQ.

Rose Forrest (Rose & Thorn) meets with the President of the United Planets. This seems to be an in-person meeting as Rose flies away from the President (she has a Legion ring). In the previous issue Rose introduced herself to Superboy moments before the Horraz attacked. How did she find time to get to another planet during the brief Legion-Horraz fight?

The meeting is pointless as the two ladies do nothing but vaguely threaten each other.

Brainy’s tests reveal that the trident contains earth’s oceans.

Rose claims to be the Legion’s official liaison to the United Planets but half the Legionnaires don’t recognize her?

Ultra Boy refers to his father as his “father-one”. He states his father, even for a Rimborian, is unpleasant.

Timber Wolf responds that his father was a wolf. Hopefully, Brin means his father was a werewolf or else this tidbit should be put in the top five of the “worst revisions to a Legionnaire” category.

Jo explains that his father has teams looking all over the galaxy for artifacts: old power rings, mother boxes, the Gemworld Crisis shards.

Wildfire notes that Planet Gotham is the safest planet in the galaxy mostly because no one has the guts to try anything while on it.

Planet Gotham is the first fully artificial planet made by Quayne-Galactic as a monument to Gotham. Jon is confused why anyone would make a monument to Gotham as it was a “garbage fire”. Harsh but fair.

Ultra Boy brought the Trident to the Legion to avoid his father, Mordru, or the Horraz gaining possession of it.

Cosmic Boy decides to lead a diplomatic mission to Rimbor to open a dialogue with Crav Nah: “We’ll try to talk some leader sense into Jo’s dad in the only way Rimborians understand.”

Power and violence?

Rokk puts Ultra Boy, Colossal Boy, Mon-El, White Witch, and Shadow Lass on the diplomatic team. Wildfire volunteers himself for the mission. Rokk de-volunteers him. Good choice as Wildfire isn’t known for his calm nature.  Jo is essential for this mission. Gim, Lar, and Mysa are powerhouses with a calm temperament. Tasmia…depends on the version. Sometimes she is calm, others she’s punch-happy.

Lightning Lad will lead an investigation team to pick up Mordru’s trail. Saturn Girl, Chameleon Boy, and Triplicate Girl will accompany him.

Superboy gets to view the orientation program.

Ultra Boy apologizes for not revealing the identity of his father when he joined the team. He was simply too embarrassed about where he came from.  Rimbor has never been a great planet in any version, but I’ve never known Jo to be ashamed of being Rimborian.

Superboy decides to travel back in time and bring Damian to the 31st Century to see Planet Gotham. This is now the 6th connection to the 20th/21st Century in two issues!

I wasn’t a fan of aging up Jon. This is a good example of why. If Jon was still his younger self, I can completely see him being over-excitable and retrieving Damian from the past. Nine/ten year-olds don’t have much self-control. But Jon is a teenager now – still young – and it has been explained to him that the President of the United Planets is irate over the Legion bringing Jon forward in time. Jon was worried about the repercussions earlier in the issue. Is he really going to “yolo!” and retrieve Damian only a few pages later?

Pros:

Ryan Sook’s art is pretty

Cosmic Boy assuming a leadership role. We aren’t sure who is currently the leader of the Legion. Is the role split between the founders? Rokk’s leadership role of the diplomatic mission is a nice nod to his leadership roles in the 5 Years Later-era, reboot, the threeboot, and the retroboot. Especially the reboot where Rokk frequently interacted with the United Planets.

Cons:

The characters and the dialogue are too generic.

Stop with the references to the 20th/21st century!

Brin’s father was a wolf! And we don’t receive any folloup? Just a quip?

[noneuclideanwhimsy]

I wrote. more.

His hands shook as he dialed up the number Corey had given him. This time she picked up. She sounded a bit tired, but still had a sort of pep to her voice just like last night. Hearing her talk instantly made him knew why Zircon would like her so much.

"Hello?"

Gimothy leaned against the wall, trying hard to keep himself calm.

"Howdy. How are y'all?"

"We're holding up here! Still a bit shaken, and we're still worried about Zircon. Xe doesn't seem to have anything too bad done to them."

Gim didn't mean for his sigh of relief to be so audible.

"Thank the stars. Say, miss, you mind if Raven and I swing on over around two? We'd love to see the whole gang and have a little chit-chat, get to know each other and all."

"Of course! We'd love that. Do you know where to find us?"

"Raven will figure it out, thank you kindly miss. Oh, before I head off, make sure to check xir ankles and back and neck, won'tcha? Raven has some weird metal things there, wouldn't want Zircon to have 'em too."

"Thanks! We'll check that right away. Any way to get them out?"

"Sorry, can't help you there. You can disable em, you just get a magnet real close and it confuses the little buggers. We don't know if they are just for shockin' or for trackin' too. Better to be safe, eh?"

Gim could hear a small sound of distress after he mentioned shocking, but Corey seemed to be able to keep her composure pretty well as the worry only tinger her voice.

"Got it. Thanks for everything, Gimothy. Can't wait to see you!"

"You got it, miss. See ya soon."

Gim hung up and sighed. It was far less painful then he expected, and at least he knew that everyone was safe now. Yeah, he didn't know the rest of the group very well, but anyone important to Zircon was important to him. He was actually pretty excited now that he made the call.

"I am very proud of you, Gimothy."

Raven couldn't work wonders with a brush because her face now looked much less sallow and muspch brighter. She must have polished her mask too, it was glinting in the light.

"Thanks."

She smiled at him, and put her arm around his shoulders.

"Does your accent always get so thick when you're nervous? I've never heard you talk that way."

Gim blushed and looked away, and Raven gently pinched his cheek.

"I am just teasing you. Anyways, shall we bake something to take over?"

"Yeah! We could make peanut butter cookies, those are always good."

"We don't know about allergies. How about jam thumbprints? I know we have jam, and the cookie dough should be simple enough to make."

"We can do that."

They both began scouring the kitchen for what they needed. By some miracle of probably Raven doing their last restock they had everything they needed. She insisted on handwahsing before Gimothy touched anything, and he did with minimal complaints about time and such. She responded by flicking flour in his face. He made sure to leave a big white handprint on her back in retaliation, and so on and so forth until they had two dozen jam thumbprint cookies all ready to go. It did in fact take themtwo hours to bake them all.

AAAAA I LOVE THIS-

You wrote Corey really well!!!<3

[mermaidsirennikita]

Please post your thoughts on the ending of Moonglow when you get to it. I had MANY

I'll hide my spoilery thoughts, but in a non-spoiler way: I loved it, personally. The book was a total 5/5 for me, one of my favorites of the year thus far.

I can imagine that when this came out, some may have had issues with Poppy becoming immortal, because I feel like that was a hot topic at the time due to everything on TV and YA being so paranormal, and this idea of how you would solve the problem of being mortal while having an immortal lover being so big. And of course, there was the whole "changing for your boyfriend bad" rhetoric, which somehow got attached to the concept of like... choosing immortality to be with your one true love, which is a different issue, lol.

I was good with it. I mean, this is a romance novel. He was becoming mortal, or she was becoming immortal. And I personally was never hot on the idea of Ian becoming mortal--because, first off, that's what he wanted at the start of the story. Ian becoming mortal would've been a static and easy journey for him. He wanted it anyway, and being mortal gives him a mortal life with his lover--it's all win. Where's the challenge to his view of his self and his worldview?

Ian staying immortal and accepting that the best thing for Daisy, the person he loved most, was this immortality he'd seen as unnatural, was about him accepting himself. It was a very classic werewolf story, and as a classic werewolf lover, I appreciated that. He had to accept the wolf to master it; his fear and self loathing held him back. His immortality felt similar. I also think that Daisy getting syphilis was a real reality check, tbh; this thing he'd loathed was literally the only way for her to survive, and also to evade a TERRIBLE death, unless she chose suicide.

The means of her immortality was also pretty clear to me as soon as the GIMs were introduced, so I was expecting that, lol. Daisy getting syphilis pushing her into that was more of a surprise, though it tracked. I liked the reference, because it was a real issue that grounded the book in its era, and again, I think Ian needed the reality check of "there are worse things than living forever, dude".

I liked that her transformation had to be lightly gruesome, and I liked that she had to be this thing that Ian initially viewed with disgust. And I guess I could see where some might view his acceptance as a little quick, but--look. Those two were SO in love, and they'd been through so much. To me, it tracked that he'd end up being like "well, whatever it takes". But she needed to do it without telling him, thematically, because we needed to see him actually get *challenged*. Her convincing him to go along and help her do it would have, again, been too easy. He needed to experience the shock. It made his embracing of her all the better.

As for the son twist--I knew Conall wasn't the issue. Too obvious. I didn't figure out the twist until RIGHT before, but I kinda loved it. I appreciated that there were like, long term consequences to Ian not answering the call, even though I get why he did not. I liked that there was that level of intensity and darkness to the story. And frankly, I liked that Daisy gave the killing blow, and didn't get shit all over for it. I just... was very satisfied.

[fairweather-fangs]

(=I like F's name we're gonna talk about that naming process.

Feng is a common last name but fairly rare as a first name. It's spelled 凤 meaning phoenix (or at least the Chinese equivalent.) In cannon the other spelling his parents could have went with was one that ment wind though they felt phoenix would be better because the Chinese equivalent of a phoenix (they aren't really similar but magic cool birds get called by the same names so yeah whatever Chinese phoenix) is representative of femininity and feminine associated traits (as opposed to dragons which represent masculinity and masculine associated traits) and his parents decided to name him like this under the association that he'd be more in touch with his feminine traits (ya know like... kindness... that was one of the traits listed seriously) and make him more popular with women because he'd ~understand them better~. And this actually worked. Kinda. He's feminine but like, he likes men. And don't get me wrong he definitely likes women too but the fact that he's so in touch with his feminine side is because all his good friends are girls and he developed their 'girly' interests.

The name Feng also also pronounced more like 'Fung' (I didn't find this on a website but I've heard actual Chinese people say that's how it is pronounced so I'm listening to them) But Feng likes the literal pronunciation because it sounds better to him. He doesn't like Fang however, because he knows that it's just people mispronouncing his name. Usually if his friends call him that it's ok but if he doesn't like someone and they call him Fang it's on sight.

His last name Lao, written 劳, is a very common last name and means worker or laborer. Not alot to say. There's a bunch of different spellings but that one was common in Taiwan so eh. It's just his last name. I didn't want to find a super rare fancy one for him, and I thought Feng Lao sounded nice.

Oh and one more thing, Feng never introduces himself as Lao Feng. His parents always did the western way of Feng Lao with the given name first and he kinda got weird looks for it because, ya know, that's not usually how it's done but from my research it seems westernized names are a bit more common in Taiwan than China so it wasn't too weird just, a very strange thing he did. But it did come in handy when he was moved to England.

Edit: I forgor to mention: On the topic of referring to someone by their given name being a very personal thing in several Asian cultures: You can tqlk to gim for ten minutes and so long as you aren't mean congrats, you're his best friend, he trusts you with his life, you can know his social security number, birthday, name of his 1st grade teacher and are allowed to kiss him in the lips. Hell, if anything bad happens to you, that's probably his number one way of showing affection. Anyone and their brother can call him by his first name because he is so fast to call people best friends, also he doesn't want to come up with a nick name. Literally if calling him Feng wasn't an option, he'd get called Lao. Ok addendum over.

Anyways, Feng Lao, 凤劳, we love him.=)

[gmanwhore]

I. Wrote a thing. @otherworldlyoddities45 it's the blorbos.

Gimothy felt exhausted. The past…however long it had been had gone by in a blur. He highly doubted that he'd ever be able to unsee Zircon getting kidnapped right off the stage, right in the middle of why xe loved most. And knowing xe had been trapped in a tube was just awful. Raven knew what it was like to be trapped, but he didn't, not really. He just knew he never wanted that. What made it worse was that even with all that horrible stuff, there was that little voice in the back of his head to add to to it. Some of those people never stood back up. He was a murderer now. Yes, he was saving someone so incredibly important to him and so many other people but there were no people who had died because he went on a rampage. How did the night go so wrong? 

His head felt light, just like he had felt during the concert. Was he panicking again? He couldn't feel much, just bad. He felt so bad and bad and bad and bad…he could feel himself crying but he didn't quite know how he could possibly feel it through the numbness. He leaned against the wall, sliding down so he was sitting with his knees up in front of him. Sobs racked his body as he tried to get all the bad out of his system.

The tapping of Raven's cane was surprisingly loud. It usually was quieter, but she had used so much energy and was probably just as tired as he was. She sat next to him, and without a word he threw his arms around his dear friend. She held him close with shaky hands. Soon she was crying too. It made sense, she had just been back to a place she never wanted to see again, seen people she was deep down terrified of. He didn't begrudge her tears. They just cried together on the floor of Gimothy's spaceship, the one home they both would always have that would never feel like a cage.

They couldn't cry forever, of course. Eventually they fell silent, still holding onto each other. Gim finally spoke, his voice cracking.

"...Zircon taught me how to play guitar."

Raven smiled slightly down at him, her glittering black eyes inviting him to continue. He wiped his eyes and nose with his sleeve and did so.

"I can't even remember how old I was. I just saw xir playing and wanted to learn so I asked. The first time I picked up my guitar the C string broke and xe said 'C string down!' and I got confused and said 'No, the floor is down!'. We still talk about it. It's just…I have no one else close like that, not even my parents. Xe has always been there, you know? Zircon's the only person who could ever know what I really am, xe is the only blood relative I have that knows me and talks to me. I almost lost xir and I…I…"

He broke down into tears again. Raven just stroked his back.

"I doubt anyone would ever let anything happen to Zircon. Xe seem to be in wonderful hands. This was a fluke. I am certain it won't happen again, and even if it does xe is protected."

"What is xe isn't? What if I lose xir forever? I'll never have someone like that in my life again!"

Raven took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped Gim's face off, doing her best to smile.

"You won't. Not for a very long time."

Gim sighed shakily, rubbing by his ears. A loud ringing had started in them. It faded quickly, like it always did.

"I hope you're right."

"I hope so too."

They were both silent for a few moments.

"Raven?"

"Yes?"

"Do I have to worry about losing you too? I know…I know that I age slower then you do, and your whole…problem…"

Raven gave him a severe look, not angry and not disappointed but still pointed.

"Gimothy Timbles. You were just sobbing over possibly losing someone you care deeply for. Do you think you are even close to emotionally prepared for the answer you will be given?"

"No…"

She sighed and shook her head, rubbing his shoulder.

"Let's drop this subject for now. There are better ones to pursue, such as whether or not you feel up to eating beans and possibly frankenfurters."

Gim looked up at his friend and smiled.

"Only if you are up for rose tea and tiny cucumber sandwiches."

Raven couldn't help but laugh as Gim helped her to her feet.

"I will handle the boiling, you the slicing?"

"Sure thing, ma'am."

Gim made sure Raven was supported against him as they walked towards the kitchen. Her steps were heavy, and her breathing was still ragged.

"Do you think you are up to it? I can cook if you want…I don't mind."

"No, no, let me. It's a mostly stationary job, yours will be far more strenuous."

"Cutting bread is the least strenuous thing like…ever."

"Boiling water isn't?"

"You got me there."

The two began their tasks, each working quietly. Raven asked Gim to bring in a chair and he did with no comment. She was tall enough to keep an eye on everything sitting down. Soon they were both settling down to a nice, if rather clashing meal. Gim did find that cucumber sandwiches did improve greatly when they were dipped in baked bean sauce, and Raven did have to admit a little more meat in her diet (even though light foods were much more becoming for a lady) was a good thing. 

They washed the dishes together, and got ready for bed side by side as always. 

"Raven, are you sure you're ok? You did a lot of fighting back there, and you did say turning into a flock of Raven's in particular takes a lot out of you…"

Raven did look tired, her elegant nightgown looking more like a curtain hanging around a skeleton then it's usually birdlike elegance. The little of the flesh part of her face that remained was sallow and corpse-like. Her eyes looked dull and glassy, and the shake in her taloned, scaly hands was only getting worse.

"Gim, we are going to bed. I will be fine."

Her voice carried an edge of annoyance, so Gim dropped the topic as they finished getting ready for bed. They both laid down next to each other, instantly finding their favorite position to sleep in: facing each other, embraced, Raven's head rested on top of Gim so her mask didn't poke him. Neither had nightmares when they slept like this. It was almost like they were each other's charms against the horrors of life.

Gim woke up first. It was already late in the day; his clock said 10:00 am and since they were on Earth that meant the morning was almost over. He looked up at Raven, and saw she was still dead asleep. He did panic for a second because she was breathing so shallowly and he couldn't find a pulse, but her chest rose and fell so he calmed down. He only cried a little so that was good. Once he had determined that she was ok, he pulled on his housecoat and slippers then left the room, closing the door so nothing would disturb his friend's sleep.

He went down to the kitchen to make breakfast, deciding first to call Corey to say that he and Raven would be by later to check on Zircon and say hi and maybe hang out a bit now that the situation was over. He was glad she didn't pick up, he wasn't quite in the mood for talking but he did want to know her and Sylvan a bit better. He might even talk to Gerard and be able to know him, too. It's not that he didn't know them, but he had only met them briefly before…oh, he couldn't think about it.

After he left a message we went about making what he referred to as "cowboy tacos". He's picked it up sometime on his first visit to Earth, cooked bacon that was then cooked into a pancake. Comfort food at its finest. He made himself some coffee and steeped some tea for Raven. It was weird, she still wasn't up yet. He usually woke her up by getting out of bed. He made sure everything was set up before he went back to the bedroom. She was still asleep, curled up on her side. She looked less serene and more upset now. 

"Ray-Ray?"

He crept closer. Should he wake her up? She still looked as bad as she did yesterday…He opted for gently holding her hand. She shivered at the touch just slightly but stayed asleep. Gim watched her, his expression worried but happy since at least she was alive. She was just worn out after everything, he had to remind himself. He didn't want to start breakfast without her though. 

He decided to get dressed in his favorite clothes: loose brown t-shirt, brown slacks, and a tie-dye bandanna around his neck. He snuck back out of the room and headed for the entrance, putting on his big brown cowboy boots, long leather coat, and of course his cowboy hat. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded, pleased with how he looked. He still had storm cloud coloured circles under his eyes, and he looked as worn out as Raven did but he still looked pretty ok. Cowboys always looked a bit rough, right? He debated bringing his shotgun for protection, but he couldn't bring himself to touch it. He'd done enough.

It was just starting to warm up. It was Spring, the part that comes just after winter but just before the trees bud. Since Gregory (his ship) was in a forest, most of the snow hadn't melted, but it wasn't all that cold. The sun lit him up and made him feel warm, and the snow was just slush under his boots. He thanked Raven silently for waterproofing them. He had suffered through enough cold and wet feet before it since he refused to wear anything but his boots. They fit his perfectly. He also would never admit it, but he had to keep his cowboy aesthetic up.

The whole space cowboy thing had started when he was very young. He wanted to know everything about Earth he could, and a couple of the books his parents could get their hands on was about the Wild West. One of them was a children's book about a brother and sister who traveled through time, and the other was an adventure story about outlaws. He had fallen in love with cowboys then. They were strong but sensitive, they looked so cool, they were so brave…they were adventurers just like him, always looking beyond the horizon for new pastures. Apparently there were no K'merii cowboys, but he didn't believe that. It would be perfect…someone from his planet, riding through the open prairie, lamenting the people they've left but knowing they'll haunt them forever…it was poetic!

The love had remained as he grew up. No one had dissuaded him, but it wasn't something people brought up much. He did, though. Any chance he got he would tell everyone all he knew about these wonderful people, these legends that trotted across his mind. They didn't quite fit in either. Why else would they keep searching for something? Maybe they just needed other cowboys. This just led to him imagining a cowboy herd, which even as an adult made him laugh. Still, when he left for his own greener pastures, he clung to cowboys. He bought himself the perfect outfit. He even made the coat himself, and dyed all the fabric for his clothes to fit the dusty browns his heroes wore. His spaceship was his horse, the universe his prairie. All he needed was the adventures.

He had them. He traveled everywhere he could. His first destination was Earth, though, to the Wild West. There wasn't a lot of the Wild West left, but he did see big horned cattle in one place and saw an actual rodeo in another! He was disappointed that his heroes were long gone, but look! People still loved them! They still loved the idea of being a wanderer who deals justice to those wronged everywhere they go. They still loved the outfits, and the wonder of the wild blue yonder. It warmed his heart. He even found copies of his favorite childhood books. They still sat in a place of honour in Gregory so he can read them whenever he wished. He really needed to read them to Raven one day.

Speaking of Raven, he wondered if she felt the same way about the Victorian Age as he did about cowboys. She always referenced being a "proper lady" and being elegant and lovely, not matter what. Was that her version of the dashing hero? A lady in full control of herself? He liked that. He liked that they both liked something in that way. He'd have to bring that up with her. 

He returned to Gregory, and took off his boots and coat. He left his hat on, he didn't want to end today's adventure and taking off the hat would signify that. He just strolled into the kitchen, feeling so much better after reminiscing and getting some fresh air. Raven was up now, sitting at the table with a book in her hands. She set it aside as soon as he came in.

"Ah, Gimothy. Wonderful to see you, how are you?"

"I am great! How are you feeling? You look a bit better."

Raven looked at herself, and sighed.

"Spread a bit thin, I'm afraid. I'm sorry for worrying you last night, I just was trying to keep you calm. I see now it didn't work."

Gim shook his head and set about warming up breakfast again. 

"Nah, I get it. You didn't want to seem less of a lady, right? I don't blame you."

Raven smiled kindly. Gim returned it as he brought over their breakfast.

"I'm just glad you feel better."

"Thank you, and thank you for letting me sleep. I really needed the rest."

"Of course! If you need a rest, let me know! Oh! I called Corey, I said we were going to go over later today to make sure Zircon is alright and maybe chat a bit."

"Sounds lovely."

They both ate their breakfast. 

"Is this…a bacon inside a pancake? Is it properly cooked?"

"Of course it is! You cook the bacon first, then cook the pancake around it!"

Raven looked just slightly repulsed, but only for a second. She didn't want to offend her dear friend.

"How…quaint."

Gim laughed, waving around a bit of pancake soaked in syrup around on his fork.

"Everytime you call something quaint it makes me want to do it more!"

"Oh joy. I so flattered you enjoy this so much."

"You made me eat snails once. And frog legs. And goose liver! Plus none of that's Victorian! It's French, I checked!"

Raven rolled her eyes and flicked back her hair. 

"You enjoyed all of them, so said so yourself."

"Before I knew what they were!"

Raven huffed and went back to eating. Even her bites were elegant. Again, once they were done they washed the dishes together then brushed their teeth. It was already noon, but neither seemed to mind much. Raven excused herself to get dressed, then returned in-gasp!-bloomers and a blouse!

"Gim, would you be a dear and help me tie my corset?"

"Oh, alright."

He joking rolled his eyes and he walked over to tighten her corset.

"Tighter, please."

Gim put on his best Raven impression.

"Do you think that would be prudent in your current situation?"

"Oh, hush. Don't give me that look! Fine, fine, just tie it so it doesn't open, please."

He did just as he was asked, then stepped back to let her move around.

"Perfect, and thank you for your wisdom Mr. Gimbles. Now, when are we going to go?"

"Two? I dunno, I still haven't gotten a call back to see if it's even ok…"

"How about you call again, and I'll get my makeup done."

"What if I want you to do mine too?"

Raven raied her eyebrows, knowing this behavior all too well.

"It can wait until the phone call is done."

Gim sighed. He really wasn't looking forward to talking to someone who wasn't Raven. He was terrified that he would burst into tears over the phone and that was a very big no. He only cried with Raven, period. He could stall for a few minutes, and anyways there was something he was really curious about.

"Ray-Ray?"

"Yes, Gim?"

"Why do you like Victorian fashion and stuff so much?"

Raven sat on a stool and thought for a second. 

"I liked how powerful the women were. Yes, they were still subjugated but they felt the strength to be heads of households and commanders of their own spaces. They were also so elegant, so flawless…I dreamed of a world where I could be like them. They were my guides when I was a child and only had stories of them. I remember…an older test subject told me about them through the bars of my cage. She said her mother had been like that. She knew what it was like. Every story left me in awe. These people were so intelligent, so well-mannered and genteel…I wanted to be that. So, I would pretend. It became a lifeline. They could tear me down and leave me ragged, but I was an elegant and proper lady and elegant and proper ladies never let people walk all over them. Is that a good explanation?"

Gim smiled, and nodded.

"Those ladies are your cowboys."

Raven smiled back, knowing what he meant.

"Yes, I suppose they are. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yeah. It is."

Gim gave Raven a hug before he turned away to go make the phone call.

[quodekash]

THE EPISODE IS OUT AND IVE NOW WATCHED IT (and it took me two hours to get through as per usual) SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

ITS TIME FOR MY COMMENTARY ON THE ENTIRE EPISODEEE (im sorry)

THEY WON HELL YES FINALLY

BUT IT WAS A DREAM

why? they like crushing our souls.

the scene of gun waking up and getting ready (having a shower, brushing his teeth) reflects the very first episode, where he had so much energy and he was preparing his speech for the juniors. And now he’s lost the biggest competition of his life so far, he’s sad, and honestly he’s lost - but not in the meaning that he didn’t win, he’s lost in the way that he doesn’t know where he is or where to go or what to do. and gmm is making me cry about the freaking passage of time which is so cliche like there are so many other things to make me cry about but instead you choose the thing that I’ve been having a mental breakdown / existential crisis over for the past three years? It feels like a personal attack tbh

THE TEACHER WAS SPEAKING IN THAI COS THEY ARE THAI PEOPLE AND THEN RANDOMLY SAID “oh man good job” IN ENGLISH AND IT WAS SO JARRING I LITERALLY FLINCHED

WIN DONT BE COLD TO YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FLIP

PORS TRYNA CHEER EVERYONE UP WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT THEM??

AND SOUND’S TRYNA GET YOU TO APOLOGISE COS YOU SAID BLOODY HURTFUL THINGS AND THEN YOU THROW YOUR ARM OUT OF HIS GRIP AND SAY “you won’t get us”, ESSENTIALLY IMPLYING THAT HE’S NOT ONE OF YOU AND HE’S NOT IMPORTANT??? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR

AND SOUND DOESNT EVEN GO AFTER HIM

awhhhh poor Por alone in the music room by himself he needs a hug I would like to give him a hug please

Pat, I love you, I truly do, but shut up please. you’re gonna make Por freaking cry and that’ll make me cry and I’m already gonna cry enough from this episode

POR IS STANDING AT THE PIANO, HE SHOULD SING AND PLAY A SAD SONG BY HIMSELF TO LET HIS EMOTIONS OUT ON THE KEYS, TO FEEL HIS FEELS THROUGH MUSIC

BUT NO ALL HE DOES IS CRY

AND IT MAKES ME CRY

GOSHDARNNIT

“the doctor said I can go home next week!” “Don’t rush it mum. I can survive at home on my own. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” “I’m okay. But when will you get better?” THIS WOMAN ALWAYS SPEAKS THE TRUTH ONLY THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH AND I LOVE HER

“ever since I woke up, I’ve never seen you song. I usually had to tell you to quit singing.” “……..do you think dad would be disappointed in me?” “What about you? Were you disappointed in him for not being able to release his music? Listen. If we tried our best, there’s nothing to regret. I think your dad would think the same.” BRO HOW IS EVERYTHING SHE SAYS SO FREAKING QUOTABLE

AWW TINN SHOWING UP AT THE HOSPITAL TO VISIT GIM BUT HES JUST TOO LATE I LOVE HIM

OOOOO THEYRE GONNA DO THE PROM NIGHT PERFORMANCE THATS AWESOME

also side note prom night means dates means tinngun soundwin tiwpor I’m very excited

ITS FINALLY TIME FOR PHOTJANEES MENTAL BREAKDOWN OMG FINALLY IVE BEEN WAITING

“do you think we raised him well enough?” YES OFC YOU DID WHAT THE FLIP /gen

“What mistakes do you think we’ve made along the way?” Every parent makes mistakes, man, that’s the way of life, it’s a learning experience for everyone involved. But what’s important is making sure you show your child that you love them and support them and care for them and shESDONE THAT mostly I think. all the things she’s done that could be considered bad or negative were her trying to do what she thought would be best for tinn’s happiness and well-being, even if it didn’t go down that way. You made mistakes, yeah. That’s what makes you freaking human, photjanee.

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY TIWPOR PROBABLY HOPEFULLY AND SOUNDWIN PROBABLY HOPEFULLY AND TINNGUN PROBABLY

I was excited for this rehearsal, but win, stop it. “Just cancel this freaking band” seriously, stop. You’re being really cold right now and idk where it’s coming from but it has to stop please.

“I’m out” exCUSE ME???

THE BASS PLAYER CANT JUST QUIT

THE BASS IS THE FREAKING HEART OF THE MUSIC, THE SOUL

IF THERES BO BASS PLAYER THERES NO SOUL SO THERES NO MUSIC

okay sound is going after him it’s okay

and win was disappointed in himself so it make sense now. It’s not healthy to push your own insecurities and fears onto others to feel better, but it does explain his behaviour and hopefully he can find a better coping mechanism

EXCUSE ME WHEN THE F L I P WAS THIS ESTABLISHED??????

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW PLEASE

COULD SOMEONE PERHAPS INFORM ME OF THIS INFORMATION????

your boyfriend is being super self-hatey? Aggressively force him into a hug and let him let all his anger out while simultaneously letting him know both verbally and physically that you’re there for him and while you might not understand what he’s going through you will listen and do what you can to make him feel happy. I love these two.

its a tinngun scene next and you’ll never guess where they are

✨the freaking pool✨

AND WE GOT A SOUNDWIN SCENE, THEN A TINNGUN SCENE, THEN A TIWPOR SCENE, ALL IN QUICK SUCCESSION THIS IS AMAZING

JFJEJFHDHEHDB TIWPOR DATE TIWPOR DATE TIWPOR DATE

SIR--

AAAAAAAAAA

THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPYYYYYYY

✨oh shoot✨

por fell down the stairs and ✨broke his leg✨

I FINALLY UNDERSTAND THE WISH REDEEMING THING THANK GOODNESS I WAS SO FREAKING CONFUSED

HOW IS HE SO FREAKING POSITIVE ALL THE TIME????

“But Tinn has got a really nice voice, ma’am” gun you’re being real sus she’s about to figure it out

photjanee keeps getting so close to finding out about tinngun and then something interrupts it and it happens every single time

BEACH TRIP PART 2 LETS GOOO

wait a sec they did a bad buddy. They went to the beach and then they went to the beach again. And the second time was in episode 11. why has that happened twice now.

BRO HES WEARING YELLOW

WIN RESERVED A SPOT FOR SOUND AGAIN AND THIS TIME SOUND IS ACTUALLY TAKING THE SPOT I LOVE THEMMMMM

so that fight was freaking intense, they were all having a go at each other, naturally it progressed to just Soundwin yelling but then surprisingly it turned into win and gun.

I rly liked that scene tho, all of them at the height of emotions and they all give really hard but sincere and heartfelt apologies to each other. And then they have a group hug. It’s so sweet, I love all of their group dynamics so freaking much

this man is neurodivergent and I love him with all my soul

tinn’s dad doesn’t have a name. tis character is nameless. but I love him.

NATURALLY TIW HAD TO EMERGE FROM THE SHADOWS FJRJFHFH

TIWPOR ARE SO OBVIOUS

“Did I miss something?? What is happening?” Well, win, you see, you know how you and sound are in love? It’s the same situation with Tiw and por, but you numskulls have been too thick to see it somehow

TIWPOR ARE LITERALLY BOYFRIENDS I LOVE THEM

everyone just coping Soundwin left right and centre okay then

first tinngun with the medal kiss

now tiwpor with the sprinkle water

what’s next, yo and nook are gonna be tied up together? Pat and [insert imaginary character] are gonna have a lot of meaningful interactions in the bathroom?

oh also that song?? It made me cry man. I don’t care what anyone says, this show is a cinematic masterpiece.

the way they’re watching a video of them singing an encouraging song to encourage themselves?

the way they’re suddenly in the room watching??

THE WAY SOUND APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE???

THE WAY TINN APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE????

THE WAY THEIR CURRENT SELVES ARE SUDDENLY SINGING TO THEMSELVES?????????

it gave me chills and it gave me tears

I literally can’t describe how much I love this show

the only thing that could’ve made that song better is if Tiw appeared out of nowhere

i CaN wAiT uNtiL yOuRe A uNi StUdEnT dude no one cares about the rule anymore, sound literally said he and win are boyfriends (WHICH BTW W H E N WAS THAT ESTABLISHED?????) just date now

“no matter how long, I’ll always wait for you right here” okay that’s super sweet and all but literally no one cares about the stupid rule just kiss already

yeah okay that explains it. I’d noticed how the only people to say “until they’ve WON hot wave” were that guy and Tinn and Tiw, but everyone else just said until after hot wave so yeah

“Be with me now and you’ll get to use the hashtag #MySchoolPresident” gotta love them subtle title drops lmao

and naturally there’s a cliffhanger on the photjanee plot line. great. like they needed to have something to keep us hooked even tho we're invested literally no matter what, the next episode is the freaking final episode, we're gonna watch it, dont worry gmmtv

MY MAIN TAKEAWAYS

last episode felt way too short but this one felt way too long

I’m still not sure if tiwpor were already secretly dating or if it’s just mutual crushes or if it’s something else BUT they’re going down the tiwpor route for which I am grateful because WE’RE NOT DELUSIONAL HAHA SUCKERS WE WERE RIGHT

WHEN THE FLIP FLAP TICTAC WAS IT ESTABLISHED THAT SOUNDWIN ARE BOYFRIENDS????? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN OFF SCREEN???? I HAVE Q U E S T I O N S

and we have one episode left of this goodnessforsaken show. We have had eleven episodes. We have had about 600 freaking minutes of this show. And Tinn and gun stILL HAVENT KISSED???????? WHAT THE FLIP IS GOING ON

[caker-baker]

The Fall Guy

Ah, hell. Maybe the hero didn’t think this through. This was more of a myth than anything, if myth was the right word.

Or maybe it was just a pizza place and the hero was overthinking things.

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Uh, hi.” The hero greeted the lanky cashier. “Can I get the hero’s special? I’m willing to pay extra.”

The cashier regarded this with a blink, then another, then finally, to finish off his grand display of emotion, he sighed.

“With or without the ‘save the day’ toppings?”

The hero scrambled to remember what to say. “With, please.”

Now with mild interest, the cashier leaned over. “Down that way, second door on your left.”

“Thank you.” The hero said with narrowed eyes.

Holy hell, that whole interaction felt like a strange dream that was a little too realistic. And that cashier was a bit too intrigued.

Jesus, their heart was beating in their ears at this point.

It could all be a lie, all of it, this could all be an intricate and carefully crafted lie told by a villain, made to lure in unsuspecting heroes to their deaths.

Too late now, their hand was already turning the handle.

Where the hero was expecting some small room that fit logistically with the rest of the joint, there were stairs.

No, they didn’t like this at all. But what was the choice, go down there, or go back outside?

Downstairs it was.

Surprisingly, it got lighter, and larger, a hard contrast to the ominous setting. And with the light came music. Something very upbeat, lots of drums and guitars, and loud.

With their final step, the hero was able to see the cause of the music, two large speakers attached to a phone.

They also got to see the apparent villain, sitting and humming along to the beat.

“Hello?”

The villain, who’s head snapped up, reached to turn down the music before turning around.

If the hero was unsure before, they definitely were unsure now. They couldn’t help being nervous as an oil stained face looked them up and down.

“I know you.” The villain finally said.

“You do?”

The villain hummed in thought. “You were the one involved in the bridge incident two weeks ago, yeah?”

A strange bout of pain overcame the hero.

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Well, no need to look all guilty about it.” The villain stood from their stool, still shielding whatever caused the oil on their face. “Everyone screws up. Is that why you want to leave?”

“No! I’m not running away from that, I’m running away from-”

“You’re getting away from the heroing part. I get it.” The villain reached behind them, grabbing measuring tape. “Mind if I get your measurements?”

“What for?”

“The decoy. Did whoever told you about this not tell you about how it works?” The villain spoke while they untangled the tape.

“No. I didn’t even know if this was real. I thought the cashier was just annoyed by me.”

“Yeah, Paul, he’s just judgy.” The villain stepped closer. “Step on this.”

The hero put a foot on one end of the measuring tape while the villain pulled the rest of it up to the top of the hero’s head.

“Thanks.”

The villain seemed fine in silence, the hero, however, felt like their whole being was vibrating with questions.

When the villain moved away, the hero felt themself breathe out heavily.

“You alright there?” The villain asked, turning away to write something down. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”

The hero chuckled awkwardly. “It wouldn’t be very heroic if I was, would it?”

Turning around again, the villain spoke. “Well, considering you won’t be a hero much longer, I won’t hold it against you.”

It all seemed to fall out of the hero at once, words carefully hidden away now in full sight.

“I didn’t even want to be a hero, then one day I was drafted. I don’t know how they found out what I could do, I never registered. All I wanted was to keep my head down, but suddenly I was out with the big leagues.”

Several creases had formed on the hero’s head.

“And then the tracking, oh, God, the tracking. I went out for fast food once without telling anyone, just for a moment of peace, and it was like the world imploded.”

The villain rested their chin in their hand, nodding emphatically every once in a while.

“You know there’s three days of training before they shove you into the world. They don’t care what you run into, as long as you defeat it. ‘Real heroes don’t run’ type bullshit. Ironically, that’s the most freedom we get, going up against something or someone three times our sizes.”

The villain turned their head to the side.

“And there’s a seminar on meeting foreign dignitaries! Meetings on how to address the general public, correct customs for different world leaders. Jesus, I don’t even get a choice on where I stay! I could be shipped off to Japan tomorrow.”

The hero stopped, their eyes glazing over with a strange numbness.

“Then I messed up, put on house arrest. God, that’s the happiest I’ve been in a while. Of course, I did have to beg to go and get ‘pizza’, even after the house arrest. That was the only downside, I guess.”

A beat.

“Are you finished?” The villain asked.

A brilliant scarlet color bloomed across the hero’s face. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

The villain waved them off. “Happens to nearly every one of my customers, sometimes the best therapy is just venting to the fall guy.”

“Fall guy?” The hero echoed, eyebrows furrowing.

That made the villain pause. “Yes? If this was all found out, who do you think would take the fall? Paul?” They laughed.

“Are you never, I don’t know, worried about being caught?”

The villain shrugged half heartedly. “Well, last time it happened, I just packed it up and moved. This time I had to make it pizza. Used to be donuts.” Their lips pursed. “I miss the donuts.”

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it again, trying to figure something out.

“What if-” Those weren’t quite the right words. “What happens if one of your, ah, customers gets loose lips, talks to the wrong person?”

“That, my dear hero, is a matter of trust. And it helps I am financially gifted, powerful. It’s a matter of who would last longer, and it will always be me.”

“I see.”

The villain leaned against their work table. “Hey, do me a favor.”

“Sure.”

“Can you portal something?”

The hero blinked, not expecting that. “Depends on what and how far.”

“Yourself, to a rendezvous point, say, oh, twenty six miles from here.”

The villain was grinning, waiting patiently for the hero to realize their plan.

“You use the heroes who come here, their powers to help them.” They concluded.

“While my decoys certainly do last quite a while, it’s not forever, and heroes often don’t realize the assets they have available. Speaking of, how come you haven’t tried it?”

The hero swallowed. “Portalling a living person is complicated.”

At that, the villain motioned with their hand, urging the hero to tell them what they weren’t saying.

“And,” the hero began. “my portals don’t like technology. The tracker in me could malfunction, electrocuting me before I get all the way through.”

“How did you learn that?” The villain asked, turning to scribble something down.

“The bridge incident was my first mistake as a hero, not a person.”

The villain let out a laugh. “Seems you’re just as morally gray as me.”

“It’s why I can’t be a hero.”

The villain smirked at the self righteousness of the hero, who probably didn’t even realize they were being self righteous.

“And the tracker,” the villain switched subjects. “standard GIM-14U?”

Wait, something wasn’t adding up here. There was something too certain, too familiar about the way it rolled off the villain’s tongue.

“How’d you know?”

The villain tensed, as if they hadn’t expected anyone to pick up in their certainty.

“My clientele often times have the same one.”

“And?” The hero prodded.

They could hear the villain mumble a curse under their breath.

“I used to have one. First prototype, in fact.”

Something else didn’t add up. The first GIM-14U came out several years ago, when the hero was a kid. The villain was barely older than the hero, maybe the same age. Why did the villain have one when it just came out?

It took a moment too long to realize. “You were the child prodigy, the one who vanished.”

The villain did a mock bow, their muscles relaxing slightly. “In the flesh, although technically, I’m M.I.A.”

“Oh, God. Now you-now you get other heroes out.” The hero almost laughed. “That’s genius, it’s the perfect payback, it’s-”

“What makes you think it’s payback? Maybe I just like helping people.” The villain had a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed-”

The villain held up a hand. “It’s a little bit payback.”

A familiar shade of scarlet crept across the hero’s face, and the former prodigy decided they liked that.

“Now this part is the part most of my customers don’t like - waiting. Your decoy will most likely only take two months. In that time, you need to work on your portalling.” The villain made sure to hold the hero in their gaze. “I will contact you when and where to meet and set up the decoy. I already have your information.”

“How do you-”

“Door frame. Like a metal detector, but more precise. If you are registered on any system anywhere, I’ll know you.”

The hero had relief coming off them in waves. Two months, and all they had to do was practice some portals. And do some heroing, but they could manage.

“You know, you interrupt people a lot.” The tone was joking, and the hero was far too busy trying to contain a smile, there was no time for chiding.

“So I’ve been told.” The villain did smile. “Now, about my payment.”

“Right.” For a second, the hero fumbled around in their pockets, before pulling out a wad of cash.

The villain took it, and began counting the bills, their eyes getting wider.

“‘I’m willing to pay extra’ is just part of the code. You know that, don’t you?”

The hero shrugged. “Do you not want it?”

In the blink of an eye, the money was pocketed by the villain. “I didn’t say that. Pleasure doing business with you.”

The hero nodded, and turned on their heel, then stopped suddenly to ask one final question.

“If you know everyone from the door frame, why bother with the measuring ordeal?”

“Gets people to open up, relax a bit.”

Oh. That was sweet.

“You aren’t a bad person, are you?” Asked the hero.

“Hey now, don’t go telling everybody. My scary reputation could be ruined.”

The hero, a ghost of a smile on their lips, left, back up the stairs, through the pizza place.

Two months.

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Guardians - chapter two the lost city of atlantis

Chapter 1

WC: 3, 453

Season 1, Episode 2: The Lost City of Atlantis

Previously on Guardian in Jim's POV "The Nightmares have emerged once more." Pabbie told everyone.

"GREAT GRONKA MORKA!!" Blinky exclaimed.

"And they attend to assimilate an army. They already have the witch Gothel, the bogeyman Pitch Black, the dragon tamer Drago Bludvist with his mother of dragons Red Death, the prince Hans of Southern Isles and Duke of Weselton, the cursed bear Mor'du, the Pirate "Captain Hook" Killian James, and the Boggan Mandrake. And I have a list of who they want. From my visions. But only two people I wish to say it to: Vendel and... James Lake Jr. Because she wishes it."

"Who wishes for me to know?" I asked him.

"Starling."

Some people are chosen for this life and have no choice but to accept its transgressions. Others spend their life completely in the dark about this life we lead. Some, like me, choose to live this life. It is a lot of work for anybody. Not just anybody can get into this life and survive its trials and tribulations. But we were born for this. To become guardians. But I'm not a guardian yet. I'm just an apprentice.

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"Welcome to the first meeting of the Druidia Order." I announced.

"Did you have to name us after a planet in your favorite Star Wars movie?" asked the raven-haired time-traveller Wilbur Robinson.

"Spaceballs is not a Star Wars movie, Wilbur." Currently undercover spy, Walter Beckett told him.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Did your dad teach you anything about Star Wars?" asked blonde enpath/ hockey-player from Wisconsin, Riley Anderson.

"Only that he hated the sequels, he loves the originals, and respects what the prequels tried to do." Wilbur said.

"Can we please get to the topic at hand please?" I asked everyone.

Everyone in the room grumbled out a yes and we continued with the precedings. Wow. That sounds way too formal for me.

"Well what can we do? We already made allies with the Arendelle trolls via Elsa and Anna. We had Grand Pabbie alert the Trollhunter of the Nightmares." said Ted Wiggins.

"Which means a group of you have to go find the essence stones." Megamind appeared with a plate of, "who wants cookies?"

"Are you growing soft on us, Meg?" Megamind basically growled at Wilbur for the nickname he used.

"I am trying to babysit Gru's oldest daughter and her friends." Megamind told him looking the kid dead in the eye.

"What do you know of the essence stones?" I asked him, ignoring the intense staredown happening between the two makes.

Megamind turned his attention away from Wilbur only for the time-traveller to blow a raspberry at him and Megamind to turn back and glare at him I rolled my eyes. The same old stupid antics. "I know where you can find the essence stone of the ocean."

"If you tell me we have to befriend Poseidon or-."

"It's in Atlantis." Megamind said.

"Or that." I facepalmed. "And how would you know that?"

"Because I have an evil underwater lair in the city of Atlantis." Cue another facepalm from me.

"And why...? You know what? I don't want to know. So how are we getting there?" I asked.

"It's not a matter of how we, but rather how who is getting there." Megamind said.

"That makes no sense whatsoever, dude." Hiro said as he walked into the room followed by Lucy Tuchi.

"Some of us will go on the mission while the rest research the rest of the essence stones." Megamind suggested.

"You know... your ideas are normally terrible. But this one is actually a good idea." Wilbur told him.

The alien growled. "Easy now, Megamind. When we heading out? And who is coming along for the ride?"

"You, Rayla, Ezran, Callum, Sisu, Hiccup, Jack, Light Furry, Walter, and Toothless." Megamind told us. "And you will leave tomorrow. After school."

"Alright. Before we do anymore planning, I need pizza." I walked over to where Hiro plopped the pizza on.

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I cannot believe he has the audacity for this! He knows we're not on the best of terms, and yet he does this." I sighed.

"I'm sure he has a reason." said Hiro.

"It's Megamind. It's a stupid-ass reason." I told him.

Hiro sighed. "But you miss hanging out with Toby and Jim. And you-."

"Don't even finish that sentence. I know what you were going to say." Hiro gapped at me. "I know what you were going to say. Only three people know it. And one betrayed me."

My phone vibrated in my hoodie's pocket and I opened it up to see a text from my grandmother, Margaret. "Is that Marge? What she said?"

"She's wondering about the you-know-what with the you-know-who." I told him. She wants to know about James Lake Jr being the Trollhunter. Grandpa would not be pleased with this anyway. But he's dead. And he doesn't matter.

"You have gym next block right?" I groaned. Of course I forgot. And why of all days did we have to do the Pacer test today!

"And we're doing the pacer test today too!" I would have banged my head on a locker if we weren't coming from History. "Kill me now! Woe is me!"

"Stop being overdramatic. And I'm off my way to Robotics." Hiro said once we got to the hall where we would part ways.

"Don't take over the world of robotics without your team first." I called out to gim.

"Yeah, yeah. Just focus on making chemistry after gym, but preferably during." the smart-ass called back.

I'm gonna kill him one of these days. Just you wait, Hiro Hamada. I grumbled and continued on my way to the ends of the earth. Also known as gym. Because I lack the athletic ability of a worm. My arms are basically noodles before submerged in H20. I got dressed in my PE clothes and walked outside to the bleachers where I plopped myself down on. Gym. The one class I don't have my safety net to catch me. The one block where I feel alone. Completely and helplessly alone.

"Hey, [Y/N]. Mind if we sit here?" asked Toby.

It was just him and Jim. What on Earth are they up to? I scooted some ways away from my spot and patted the spot beside me. Jim took the spot beside me while Toby took the bench in front of us.

"We haven't hung out just the three of us in awhile, huh?" Toby remarked.

"You both seem busy since the semester started. I can't blame you for that one."  I told them. The pair shrugged at me, but it was a lying shrug. I would know. I do the same ones. "Anyway, what are we doing for our History Project, Jamie?" I looked over at him.

"I don't know. Wanna brainstorm some ideas after school?" Jim asked me.

"Can't. I have a family thing." Lying to them has gotten harder since I found out. Hopefully they don't catch. But they're idiots. They won't catch on... I hope. "I can come over tomorrow after school if you want."

"That... Th-th-th-that'll be gr-gr-gr-great." What's with the stammer? It's weird. "Oh, don't forget about Pig Zombies on Saturday."

"Don't worry. I have it all set in my calendar. So, what time is the movie?" I asked them.

Toby and Jim shared a look. Oh that is never good. "We don't actually know."

"Then, what are we going to do about Saturday?" I asked them.

"We're more of idea men." Like they're any close to being men. "Creating a plan is someone else's problem." Of course.

"You two haven't changed at all, have you? I'll get to work on that sometime this evening. You guys still have email, righr?" I asked them.

"Who still uses e-mail anymore?" Toby inquired.

"Good point. I'll just have Lucy drive us to the theater anyway." I replied. "So, how are you and Claire going, Jamie?"

"O-o-o-oh, m-m-me and Claire?" stammered Jim. That's strange.

"Yes, you and Claire. You two are dating, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Oh, y-y-yeah. We're g-g-g-good." Hmm. Peculiar. But Jim's always been like this when pertaining to Claire. Nothing suspicious about that.

I hope.

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Jim

"So, you have a study date with [Y/N] tomorrow huh?" Claire teased me while we walked to Blinky's library.

"What-. Wait! You told her!" I exclaimed to Toby who was on my left side.

"Of course, I did. Dude, you've been hopelessly obliviously in love with this girl since she stole your first kiss on the monkey bars when we were nine. And she-."

"She clearly has feelings for you, but she's not gonna act upon them since you know we're fake dating and all that jazz." Claire said.

I sighed. "You're the smart one. Couldn't you have come up with something... um... better?"

"What? Because a wuss like you was going to ask her out if I didn't say we were dating?" Claire asked him, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

I sighed once more. She clearly had a point. And Tobes seemed to catch it too. "He tried to ask her if she wanted to go see Pig Zombie 6 for her sixteenth birthday, but dragged me along with them because he wussed out of calling it a date."

Claire tapped her chin in thought. I do not understand girls. Then, she did the thing where you smack your fist against your hand in an aha! idea moment. Which is what transpired next. "I have a perfect idea for your movie date on Saturday."

"Am I going to regret this?" I asked her.

"I hope not. I'm helping you whether you want me to or not." Yea me! Internal frown.

We made it Blinky's library in which the four arm troll was talking animatedly to Vendell. About Essence Stones? What the fuzz buckets are those?

"Um, what are the Essence Stones?" I piped up.

"The Essence Stones are the only thing that can combat the Oncoming Storm." Vendel explained.

"Which is why we should be looking for them! We already know where one is! The Sea Stone!" Blinky told him.

"I already told you the Starling has this under control. This is her fight. Not ours. We shouldn't-."

"But then why have Pabbie tell us about the resurgence anyways?!" Blinky cut him off. I don't think Blinky has ever interrupted Vendel before. This is a first.

"Because to warn us of an even greater danger, Blinkous!! One that we have to face on our own! As Trolls!" the elder roared.

I never saw a look of fear as intense as the look that crossed Blinky's face when Vendel told him that. A greater danger? Even Aaarrrggghh! and Draal had the same look as Blinky. What did it all mean? Vendel left the library.

"I don't care what the goat says. We're getting the Sea Stone." Blinky told us.

"And how do we acquire it?" asked Claire.

"Hate Gyre." Aaarrrgghh! cried. Oh.

"And where would we find the Sea Stone?" Toby asked. "It's underwater right? And we can't breathe in water? So is it in an aquarium? Washed up on a beach?"

"I'll tell you where when we get to the Gyre." Claire, Toby, and I shared a look before shrugging our shoulders and following Blinky to the Gyre.

When we got there, we reached the Gyre and hopped in. "So, where are we going?"

"Under the sea. In an underwater palace where there is no water inside located in what you humans refer to as The Bermuda Triangle. Get ready for Atlantis." And before the three of us could protest, Blinky put in the coordinates and we zipped off towards... did he really say Atlantis? And the Bermuda Triangle?

But I didn't have time to question it as we arrived in a palace? And our clothes were soaking wet. But we never submerged in water? You know what? I shouldn't question it. Me and my friends huddled for warmth. It'll be awhile before we're dry. But why isn't- you know what? Never mind. I don't care.

"Okay, so where do we go first?" asked Toby.

"We head for the treasure room. The Jewel of Atlantis is the Sea Stone." Blinky told us.

"Why are we wet, but you aren't?" asked Claire.

"No clue." Blinky shrugged his shoulders.

The three of us grumbled but followed after Blinky with Aaarrrgghh! and Draal taking the rear. This is going to be a long evening. Our little group trudged, our squeaky footprints giving our location to anyone who would be here. And I think someone was here. Because a familiar ball of silver and blue was charging at us. Not us. Me. Followed by a march larger greenish-blue dragon.

"Hi, Azymondias." I said to the baby dragon when he jumped into my arms.

"I see you humans have already met the Prince. Starling's Zym seems to like you Mr Lake." the green-ish blue dragon said. Um... do dragons normally...

"YOU TALK?!?!" Thanks for that, Tobes.

"Of course, I do. I'm Sisu. Starling sent me after Little Azymondias to make sure he stayed out of trouble." Why aren't Blinky, Aarrrgghh!, and Draal freaking out about there being another dragon? And the elf being here?

"You six, now-seven, looking for the Treasure Room?" asked Sisu.

I shivered as a breeze went by. Why was there a breeze? We're in a dry castle underwater! This is just too weird.

"We were headed that way right now!" Blinky told the dragon.

Azymondias coughed. Or sneezed? I don't know. But he zapped me and I yelped and I'm... dry? Well alot dryer than before. Uh, thank you. Living dryer thay could kill me at any given moment. But you're still cute. So you're forgiven if you do.

"Well I wouldn't go that way! That's where Meg put his evil lair at." Sisu told us.

"Lair?" "Meg?"

"Meg is what the time-traveler calls Megamind. And he placed a lair here when he was going through his 'evil' phase." I did not know Dragons did air quotes.

"Time Traveler? Like the Doctor? Or Loki?" askes Toby.

"Looks like a mix of Matt Smith and Loki as a tween with too much hair gel. Alright, kids follow me." Sisu told us.

Zym appeared on my shoulder, wrapping his small body around on my shoulder and we followed the hopping dragon towards the treasure room. We had reached the treasure room, avoiding all the traps (that was on the ceiling for some strange reason). We arrived there. And Sisu peered inside before letting us enter. Strange.

But I couldn't help peering over Sisu's sboulder "Are you really angry that the Trollhunter keeps unknowingly stealing your pet?" That sounded like... no it can't be.

"Azymondias is not my pet. My pet sounds like I chose to take care of him. The bundle of zappy madness chose me to take care of him. So if anything, I'm his pet." Please tell me that's not who I think it is. But the-I'm guessing- Startouch Elf looks nothing like her. Not one bit. Well maybe except for the nose. And the eyes.

"You make absolutely no sense. And yet you love him anyway." the other voice said. A male with slick-back hair. This must be the time-traveler Wow. Sisu was spot on.

"Kids, easy now. We wouldn't want this to get into the wrong hands. Not this close to the Cotillion." A brunette male that appeared to be the oldest of the group. Why does he look so familiar to me?

"I have a question for you, pig snout. Meg said you wouldn't be here. Why the hell are you here? And why are you even here?" the elf asked.

"I stowed away because none of you are smart." the time-traveller said.

"Says the royal dumbass." the female elf sighed. "I'm so young and yet I feel so old." she emphasized. I was half expecting her to do a dramatic fall like they always seem to do in soap operas notthatIwatchsoapoperasinthefirstplacethat'sabsurd.

"I already knew that, dumbass." time-traveler said.

"Go on, Trollhunter." Sisu used her tail to push me toward the elf's group to retrieve the essence stone. "Introduce yourself."

And suddenly I stumbled upon the room making the group's attention turn to me. "Um...hi." Cue the awkward wave. "I'm... James Lake Jr? I'm the... Trollhunter." I held out the Amulet of Merlin. I could practically sense Toby and Claire facepalming at this.

"Starling, I think this one is for you to handle." I now noticed the brunette boy that stood beside the other elf. Is that... Callum Schlott?? Um... I hope if that is him, he doesn't tell [Y/N] about this.

"I am the one they refer to as Starling as you must know. And we don't need you here. To help us." The girl's hand were running up and down a strand of her waist length periwinkle hair. [Y/N] did the same thing when she had long hair. Not the time Jim.

"I think we do. Because the Seastone is missing if you've forgotten." the other elf said. She sounds like Rayla. And sort of looks like her too.

"THE SEASTONE IS GONE!?!?!?" Blinky exclaimed.

"Unfortunately so. Now, one advantage turns out to be a setback." I didn't notice the other brunette who had a black dragon that was acting like a cat by his feet.

"Do you have any leads?" asked Claire as she stepped forward.

"Just a Roman Penny. No clue from where though." Starling told us. "Now, I think it's time you kids return to California. Don'tyouthink."

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"So Atlantis was a flopp?" I had already told Draal about the whole atlantis situation.

Luckily mom had another night shift at the hospital, so Draal could walk around freely while I made dinner for myself. Elbow Pasta and Meat Sauce it appears to be.

"Yes, it was, Draal." I turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels to find the one I wanted. "At least, I met Starling. She was not what I was expecting."

"Most elves aren't. You humans expect them to be small and cute because of the Claus, but they aren't." Draal told me.

"Actually, I think," I found what I was looking for. The French food competition show the World's Greatest Chef Competiton. "she was the exact opposite of what all of you were saying. Sure she was a tad harsh to us, but I think she didn't want to involve us in the Essence Stones. Like she didn't want anymore added help. I don't know." A knock sounded on the door.

"Were you expecting anyone?" asked Draal.

"Not that I know. Toby and Claire wouldn't knock. They'll just barge on in." I told him.

And before I got to the door, the door opened to reveal a boy with white hair, incredibly pale skin wearing a blue sweatshirt and brown trousers. "Don't be such a pussy, Hiccup." That was Sisu.

"Yeah, we're only here since Zym wants the trollhunter to be his dragon rider and to train him how to combat magic." white hair said.

"Um... what are you doing at my house?" I asked them as I held my wooden spoon in my hand, ready to strike them if necessary.

"You and Punzie would be great friends, squirt." The platinum blonde ruffled my brown hair to make it messy. My hair now looks like the dragon boy's hair.

"We're here to train you. I'm Hiccup. And this is Jack. Jack Frost." Wait. What? I'm lost. "I live over in Berk Manor. And you have wandered in a den where you cannot get out of." the brunnette introduced.

"Which is why Starling didn't want you to get involved. By trying to help us with the Seastone, you and your friends have put a target on your back. Starling didn't want that. But now we have to help you. To train you. Hiccup here is a Dragon Rider. And even though Azymondias isn't big enough to be ridden. He will be. I suspect sooner than you think, so he's going to train you to ride him. And I and many others are going come here to help you train against magic. Since the people who will come after you to kill you will have magic." Jack Frost told me. Now I'm really lost.

"So let's begin."

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