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lake-arrius-caverns · 4 years ago

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Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 7: Awakening

oops im seeing about changing my upload day to friday but yesterday i totally forgot abt it so lmao

summary After a successful assignment, Fahjoth is glad to be given a few days off and learns a little about his duties from Caius. The twins plan a trip to Vivec City for some exploration.

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Flouncing through the front door of Cosades’ tiny house, Fahjoth couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he brandished the scrolls of parchment with glee.

“I got them!” he cried, ecstatic. “The notes from Sharn gra-Muzgob! I got them!”

Cosades looked up from his supper with one brow raised, but by no means did he look on with disapproval. “And not a scratch on you,” he remarked, holding out a hand to receive the scrolls as Fahjoth passed them over. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your feet. Well done, Novice.”

“Well, I had help—” Fahjoth started, unwilling to take all the credit for his achievement, but Cosades didn’t seem to be listening anyway. He unfurled the scrolls and silence fell as he pored over them, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the scrawling, loopy handwriting. Fahjoth took a seat at the table and waited, wondering what his next assignment was to be. At least Ribyna was on standby back at the South Wall Cornerclub, and for that, Fahjoth was grateful.

“Well, Fahjoth,” Cosades started, rolling up the parchments once again and turning to face Fahjoth with the beginnings of a smile, “I’m promoting you to Blades Apprentice. You deserve it after the hard work you’ve put into all your duties.”

Fahjoth’s heart began to soar with excitement. “Apprentice?” he repeated, awestruck. “Thank you, sir! So, uhh... what will I be expected to do now?”

“Nothing too different, I assure you. It’s mostly a recognition thing, to be perfectly honest,” Cosades answered. He got to his feet, beginning to pace around the room in deep thought and occasionally stopping to check a book or scrap of paper, cross referencing several stacks of notes. Fahjoth wondered how he was able to keep track of it all. “Now, I'd like some time to think how this all fits in with the Emperor's plans for you. So if you'd like to get in a little freelance adventuring, go ahead. But whenever you're ready, I'll have new orders for you."

“Oh... alright.” The news came as a welcome surprise for sure. Fahjoth had to admit, he was glad to have a few days of downtime at last. It would be a good opportunity for him and Ribyna to do some exploring; she had mentioned wanting to visit Vivec City at some point, perhaps now they could finally go.

But there was one thing that he had been growing more and more curious about; the subject of all his errands, the very reason he had been putting his life on the line in exchange for whatever information Cosades wanted. He knew nothing about any of it, and the burning desire to ask, to learn exactly why it was so important, could not be quashed. Maybe now was the time.

“Sir?” he questioned, biting his lip with uncertainty. Cosades stared fixedly at Fahjoth, indicating that he was listening, and so Fahjoth continued — albeit with some hesitation. “Could you explain the... things that I’ve been getting information about? The, uh, the Sixth House and the Nev... Nevera... Neraver—“

“The Nerevarine,” Cosades finished for him, and Fahjoth nodded. “Of course. I forget that you can’t read well. We’ll start with the Sixth House.”

Fahjoth shuffled in his seat, getting himself comfortable and listening with rapt attention as Cosades began to speak. “There isn’t much to say about the Sixth House cult just yet. A trusted informant of mine says they're a secret cult associated with some strange events recently. More importantly, my informant thinks these recent disturbances are related in some way to the Nerevarine Prophecies."

“And what are the—?”

“I’m getting to that part, Apprentice. One thing at a time. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there’s been some attacks recently attributed to sleeper agents of this cult. Have you heard anything about them?”

Fahjoth shook his head. “No sir.”

“There've been several attacks recently, and these Sleepers all say the same thing. ‘Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.’”

A shiver suddenly tore through Fahjoth’s ribs, catching him by surprise. Why did that name sound so familiar? There was no distinct emotional response attached to hearing it, but the hairs on Fahjoth’s arms continued to stand on end, giving him prominent goosebumps.

“Keep an eye out, and if you see anything suspicious, let me know.”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, now for the Nerevarine.” Cosades rejoined Fahjoth at the table and took a swig of something from an open bottle before continuing. “The Ashlanders—“

“The what?”

“The Ashlanders— by the divines, Vetharys...”

Fahjoth grimaced, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Sorry...”

“No, it’s alright,” Cosades sighed. “I just thought you would’ve heard about them by now. I don't know much about them. Most people say they‘re murderous savages. But most people are idiots. I know they hate the settled Dunmer almost as much as they hate Westerners. I don't think their tribes tend to be particularly welcoming to outlanders, so watch yourself if you’re ever wandering in the Ashlands.”

Fahjoth nodded, remaining quiet to let Cosades go on.

“The Ashlanders pass down their customs and history in the form of poetic verses. Among the things they preserve in verse are the dreams and prophetic visions of their wise women, in particular the verses that foretell the coming of the Nerevarine. And before you ask,” Cosades added, seeing that Fahjoth was about to speak again, “some Dunmer believe that an orphan and outcast, a youth born on a certain day to uncertain parents, will one day unite all the tribes of the Dunmer, drive out the invaders of Morrowind, and reestablish the ancient laws and customs of the Dark Elven nations. They call this orphan and outcast the ‘Nerevarine’, and say they will be a reincarnation of the long-dead Dunmer General and First Councilor, Lord Indoril Nerevar. But... I don't know much else about it. That's why I'm sending you to find out.”

Fahjoth nodded, fascinated by the sudden bombardment of information he was receiving. “And... it’s relevant to stuff that’s happening now? These cult attacks and whatnot? That’s why we’re investigating it?”

There was a split second where Fahjoth thought that Cosades may have paused, his stern grey eyes locked on Fahjoth’s own, but then came a perfectly normal response, leaving him wondering if he’d simply imagined it.

“Correct.”

Armed with this knowledge, Fahjoth suddenly felt inspired. So this was what all his top-secret missions had really been about. He still had no idea why he’d been pulled out of prison to join this endeavour specifically, but he no longer felt as much of a need to question it. This was his chance to make a difference, to do some real good in the world; it strengthened his resolve and he silently vowed to give it his all, regardless of how many errands he would end up having to run.

“Alright. Thanks, sir.” Fahjoth rose to his feet, figuring he should go and find Ribyna and tell her the news, but Cosades leaned back in his chair and stared at him with such a dour look in his eyes that Fahjoth faltered.

“Don’t forget, Vetharys — always pay attention to what’s going on around you. You’re an agent of the Blades; information is our specialty,” he advised. “And never let your guard down. I don’t ever want to find you being sent back to me in a box.”

Fahjoth cringed, feeling distinctly like he was being told off for the sheer amount of ignorance he had so openly displayed. Well, he had to learn somehow, didn't he? “Yes, sir… thank you, sir.”

And with that he bade farewell to Cosades for now, scurrying out of the house before he could be admonished further, and made a beeline straight for the South Wall Cornerclub. Just as he rounded the corner and descended the short flight of stone steps between buildings, he found himself face-to-face with a familiar dark-haired figure, and coincidentally just the person he was looking for.

“Ribyna!” he called, grinning as he got his sibling’s attention seconds before she stepped into the cornerclub. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“‘Sup, Fahji?” Ribyna turned away from the doorway and gave Fahjoth the usual hug of greeting. “You look happy. Has something happened?”

“I got a promotion!” he exclaimed without hesitation, eager to share the news. “And I got a few days off, too. I was thinking maybe we could do something.”

“Ah, well done, bro!” Ribyna congratulated him with a grin. “Yeah, I’m good for a few days. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could go to Vivec City? If you still wanted to go there, that is.”

For the second time that night, Fahjoth thought he detected a fleeting look of hesitation on the face of someone he was speaking to. This time it was Ribyna, who appeared almost apprehensive as soon as Fahjoth had mentioned going to Vivec City; but then her response was as casual as ever, leaving Fahjoth even more befuddled and debating with himself over whether he was just seeing things.

Maybe I’m just tired, he mused to himself.

“Yeah, sounds good. D’you wanna leave now or tomorrow?” Ribyna asked. “If you like, I can go see how much the silt strider bloke charges.”

“Well, it’s getting on a bit, but…” Fahjoth paused, looking upwards and searching for the position of the sun, which was already past its highest point in the sky. He estimated that they had a few hours of daylight left, so ignoring the little voice of caution in his head, he made his decision.

“Yeah, why not? Let’s go tonight. Could be fun to stay overnight in the big city!” Fahjoth enthused, and Ribyna nodded.

“Alright! I’ll go find out how much a one way trip costs,” Ribyna said. “Start heading over towards the silt strider and I’ll meet you there!” And with that she tore off, racing over the bridge in the middle of town and zipping up the stairs to speak with the caravaner.

With a quiet chuckle, Fahjoth shook his head and began to meander at a far more relaxed pace after his twin, passing by one of the townsfolk as he stepped off the bridge. He dipped his head and smiled in casual greeting, but the Dunmer gripped his wrist with such force that Fahjoth gasped in shock.

He leaned in, his face mere inches from Fahjoth’s own, and Fahjoth could see only too clearly his strangely blank, vacant expression. His eyes, though unfocused, were glaring at Fahjoth with such a scorching intensity that he almost broke out into a sweat, his heart hammering rhythmically in his chest like a trapped sparrow, fast and fearful.

And then he spoke, his voice gravelly and harsh, the sound of crumbling charcoal over burning ashes.

“Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.”

Momentarily frozen, Fahjoth’s senses eventually returned to him and his first instinct was to yank his wrist free of the Dunmer’s grip, panting as if he had just run a marathon. The Dunmer jerked as Fahjoth tore free, and then within seconds, the blank look on his face melted away and he cleared his throat, glancing around as if confused. He then regarded Fahjoth with a perfectly normal, albeit rather sleepy stare.

“What do you think of our city, outlander?” he asked mildly, but before Fahjoth could even think of a response, a voice calling his name caught his attention.

“Fahji! C’mon, hurry up!”

His mouth dry, Fahjoth wheeled around and dashed after Ribyna, not stopping until he had caught up with his twin. Ribyna looked irate as she immediately began a short rant.

“I’m not paying for that bloody silt strider. It’s a ripoff! And if we’re gonna stay in Vivec overnight, gods know how much the rooms are gonna set us back, too. Come on, we’ll walk instead—” She paused and frowned as she finally took in Fahjoth’s appearance, while he tried to calm himself down in the meantime.

“What the fuck’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” With a shake of her head, Ribyna corrected herself, “Actually, you weren’t even this pale when we did see a ghost. Did something happen?”

“A— a Dunmer,” Fahjoth began, his gaze rapidly flicking from left to right, half-expecting an attack to come out of nowhere. “A Dunmer stopped me and... and said a thing...”

However, as he took in Ribyna’s attentive expression, he realised with a heart-wrenching disappointment that there was no way he would be able to explain any of it to her. Not without going into detail about the missions that Cosades had given him, which he had been strictly forbidden to do. He could lie, omit some elements of the truth, but then what would be the point in that? His voice trailed off into silence, leaving him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. After a few seconds, Ribyna spoke up again.

“Did he threaten you?” she asked, very seriously. “D’you want me to find this bastard and have a word?”

“No!” Fahjoth replied hastily. With reluctance, he took a deep breath and tried to swallow his anxieties, his gaze wandering down to his wrist as he rubbed it. There was no visible blemish, but somehow, he felt his wrist burning fiercely where the Dunmer had grabbed him. “It’s fine. It was probably nothing. Let’s just go to Vivec,” he added, “I could do with the walk, I think.”

It was clear from her expression that Ribyna didn’t believe him, but his tone of voice made it very clear that to question him further would only exacerbate the issue, and Ribyna relented. “Alright,” she said eventually. “But if you’ve got a problem, you can talk to me, okay?”

“Yeah... I know. Thanks, Beebs.” Though he wanted nothing more than to confide in his twin, Fahjoth regretfully held back. He was alive, and that was the main thing; telling Cosades could wait until he got back. In his shaken state, he found it far too overwhelming to think about right now anyway, and so the two departed from Balmora and embarked on the considerable journey southwards to Vivec City.

#oc: fahjoth #oc: ribyna #tes #tes fic #morrowind #dunmer #dunmer oc #nerevarine #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #tes iii: morrowind

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ohmygoles · 5 years ago

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An animation announcement for Patreon that I didn't totally forget to upload here yesterday so I'm doing it now, oop ;D

OH BOY AN ANNOUNCEMENT! What could it possibly be? ;D Thank you for listening! If you do enjoy my comics, supporting me on Patreon will help me keep creating content for you and progress into making bigger and more fun stuffs! poke the link in my bio! love ya! https://www.patreon.com/ohmygoles

#animation #cute #funny #ohmygoles #patreon #artist support #comic artist #animator #dark side #i love you 3000 #announcement

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sincerelymarinette · 5 years ago

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A Recorded Life (48/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1597 Chapter Summary: Time to figure out what they found at the Agreste Mansion and take some action. Soon enough this war with Hawkmoth will end... Author's Note: I lowkey love this chapter. Gives out underdogs some more screentime :) only two chapters left and I'm so excited to write them!! ALSO, IT'S OFFICIAL! There will be a mini-sequel!! Mayve 5-10 parts because I really want to touch on what happens after this story in my youtube au universe and I feel like the chapters of this youtube au have been lacking actual videos oops. Keep an eye out for that after the story ends! (On wattpad, it will be posted in the same book!)

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Tracking

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Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Rena Rouge found everything they needed at the mansion. Alya was able to download pretty much everything on Gabriel's computer, even the locked stuff. It would take her a little longer to crack it, but she would get into that soon enough. Plus, there was a hit on the bug. They all knew it wasn't them because it was planted as they were leaving last time, and it wasn't Gorilla because he has been staying at the Bourgeois hotel to accommodate him while he's out of a job. He wouldn't go back to the Mansion; it would put him at risk, and Adrien didn't think that was a possibility.

Since the bug had a hit, they got out of the Mansion as fast as they could. They don't know what would happen if they ran into Hawkmoth without the full team, and with their guard down, it was better to stick together. Luckily, getting back to the bakery was easy, and as Alya worked on her computer with Nino, the other three listened to the bug.

There was a lot of muffled noise, like walking and random buzzing, but once they heard a deep voice, they all perked up. It wasn't the easiest thing to understand, but they were still able to get something out of it.

"That Akuma was a mistake," The voice of Adrien's dad grumbled. "They needed to shut up."

"Well, it's too late for that," Nathalie's voice came through much quieter. "We shouldn't even be here. We should get back to the-"

It got quiet, and the team assumed there was a silent action that made them stop. "No, I need to check on something," Gabriel insisted. "We will go back to being off the gird soon. Just trust me," He said.

"Yes," Nathalie said. "You're sure Adrien doesn't know about the Etserga home?" She asked.

"Positive. His mother and I kept it a secret from him just in case. Sure, this wasn't its intended use, but it's working-" They paused again. "They've been here...recently. We have to go," He said quickly, and their footsteps followed, running.

Adrien looked confused. "The what home?" He said just above a whisper.

"I heard et-something," Chloé said.

"Alya," Marinette turned to her. "Anything about a home starting with e-t?" She asked. Alya nodded as she typed away, and a few seconds later, put her head in her hand.

She sighed loudly. "Well, we never did say Hawkmoth was the smartest. He's got something in here about Etserga, but it's a locked folder. I'll get into it, just give me a few minutes," Alya said. "But that's Agreste spelled backward," She laughed slightly and went back to typing.

Adrien turned back to the group and looked more confused than before. "I wonder why they kept it a secret from me," He said. "Seems like they were always planning to do something evil."

Marinette put her hand on Adrien's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Adrien," She said. "You know we're right here with you. He won't get away with this."

Adrien didn't respond, but a small smile grew on his face, and he shut his eyes, laying his head on Marinette's shoulder.

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"I don't know how much time we'll have," Rena Rouge warned as she held her flute in one hand and her phone in the other. "I can hold the Mirage of us, but we don't want to take any risks," She said.

"We'll be quick," Carapace promised. "We just need to get confirmation that this is the right place," He reminded.

Queen Bee scoffed as she nearly tripped in the forest. "No wonder Adrien didn't know about this place, it's in the middle of nowhere!" She complained.

"Yeah, I think that's the point of a hideout," Carapace joked. "I still don't understand why they didn't tell him."

"Gabriel's weird, why would he?" Rena Rouge said. "Okay, stop, we're getting close," She said and put her phone down and bringing her flute to her mouth. Once she finished her song, the three blended in with the forest surrounding them. They didn't want to get too close, but this would protect them from even having the chance to be seen. "We have to be quiet, too, don't forget," She told them.

The three heroes were silent once they got closer, they had no idea what could be in this forest, and they don't want to be caught off guard. If Hawkmoth found them snooping around, they would lose everything they've been working towards.

"There's a house," Queen Bee whispered and pointed straight ahead.

"That's gotta be it," Rena Rouge nodded, looking down at her phone and back up at the house. It wasn't very big, and looked a bit run down. Probably to make it look like no one lived there, keep it out of any suspicion.

The group moved out of direct sight of the house and hid behind a few trees. "Just because he can't see us doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful," Rena Rouge said. "Let's do this quick and get back to Marinette and Adrien," She said.

"Got it," Both Carapace and Queen Bee responded at the same time.

"Shell off," Carapace called quietly. It took Wayzz a few seconds to adjust to being out of the bracelet, and Nino gave him a quick snack. Once Wayzz adjusted, he took his part in the plan. Wayzz sighed. "He's definitely in there; I can feel Nooroo. He's sad and nervous," He said. "I've felt Nooroo before, but this is much worse," He reported.

Rena Rouge nodded. "Great. I'll let Marinette know we're coming back. Suit up and let's get out of here," She said. "This ends soon."

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Adrien and Marinette sat out the visit to the woods. They knew Alya, Nino, and Chloé could handle it alone, and it could have caused issues if all five went. Besides, Adrien was exhausted, and if they were right, this fight could happen sooner than expected, and Adrien needed to be rested.

He still couldn't believe that his mother was in a secret garden basement the whole time. It had been years, and he thought he and his father had finally gotten through all the pain...but no. Adrien needed a mental break, which is also why they stayed back.

Adrien and Marinette sat on the couch with a random movie playing. Adrien was focused on the movie, and it was nice to have a distraction. Marinette distracted herself with editing a fashion video she filmed a few weeks ago- she had a few as "in case" recordings if she was going to miss an upload day. Though her upload streak has majorly died recently, due to essential circumstances, editing videos always got her mind focused and off the superhero world.

She decided to take a break and look at some recent comments on her videos. She was a little afraid of what she would find, but she wanted to know what her fans thought.

I miss marinettes daily videos but i hope her and everyone is doing okay. I can't imagine the kind of mental and psycial stress the crew is under right now. Mari, we stand behind you!!

I love mari and her crew. I can't wait for them to kick hm's ass once and for all. You guys got this!

ugh i get why she cant upload but i miss her and adrien. they always make me so happy

Adrien idk if you read mari's comments but if you do: I love you and I hope you're doing okay, I can't imagine what you're going through and I wish you the best. Mari give Adrien a big hug from all of us!

I can't wait to see how the world changes after they get rid of hawkmoth, like that will be iconic. I hope they record his demise.

> I hope they don't, that will be traumatic for Adrien to see everywhere. For all of them really, please be considerate

>> yes taking him down will be iconic, but we need to remember they are actual people...TEENAGERS having to do this

mari adrien alya nino chloe thank you

Mari is a BOSS, you're doing amazing. I'll keep watching all your videos over and over and over again to keep supporting you in any way I can. I'm not from Paris but i know they love you!!

Marinette was pleasantly surprised by how kind most of her comments were. They were sensitive to her situation, but she wasn't sure what changed. She hasn't been on social media at all recently, so maybe some nationwide campaign about being kind to the heroes happened. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised at this point. Nothing really surprises her anymore.

"They're there!" Alya, Nino, and Chloé shouted as the burst through the door.

The sudden noise scared Marinette and Adrien, and they were both staring at the group with wide eyes, more awake than ever. "Wayzz could feel Nooroo. We found them," Alya clarified.

"Great," Marinette nodded, set her computer on the couch, and stood up. "Then we go through with the plan."

"If I may," Wayzz flew from behind Nino. "You all are a great team and I support the plan. But please remember that Hawkmoth has made it clear that he does not care that you are kids or his son. He is ruthless," Wayzz said. "And he's not holding back anymore."

Marinette looked from Adrien to Tikki, who was floating next to her. She looked back at the group as a whole. "Then neither are we."

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries @toodaloo-kangaroo

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sigma-black · 6 years ago

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Whooaaa

Oops I keep forgetting to post stuff here too....okay guys I'll upload some art later today or tomorrow!

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silverystormwing · 3 years ago

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another character’s ref sheet! I have... other stuff I’ve finished but oops I keep forgetting to upload it here

anyways, cranky necromancer scarf/bird/murder grandma

(she’s older than she looks)

(and acts like a teenager)

#character ref #character ref sheet #character reference #human #necromancer

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shadnoise · 3 years ago

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-Steals my own design for an OC- Oops, I keep forgetting to upload stuff? Anyways, here's this guy.

#OC #OC design

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lolirockvevo · 7 years ago

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There were a few things Doug could have been doing with his time, instead of sitting in this diner with Iris and two of the more popular youtubers this side of Sweden.

None of them were important. He couldn’t tell you why Iris had asked him to do this, but he was ready.

“So, ah, who starts?” He had his phone up, ready to hit play when he remembered to ask who begins this interview. Is it him? Iris? One of the twins??

Iris can’t help but snort, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Well… you two did win the raffle. So…” She waved a hand for the twins to start.

Mephisto was bouncing in his seat, and he raised his hand immediately. “I’ll start, if that’s alright?”

Iris nodded to him and Praxina pulled out her own phone to begin texting and- if she were asked- take notes.

Iris flashed a smile. “Whenever you’re ready!”

Doug pressed record, and… Mephisto went from a goof to a charming goof. He smiled at the camera like he was born to be on film or something.

“Hello, -ah, I have no idea what you call your audience. I guess The Pack will be watching this, so… hi guys!”

Doug didn’t know how he implied capital letters with his voice, but he wanted to know now.

Iris couldn’t help but to be captivated too. “Well, I don’t know about the girls but I’m pretty partial to Lolirockers…” She offered a smile to the camera as well, not unused to it. “Hey there!”

“Right!” Mephisto laughed, and nudged his sister.

“Praxina and I were invited out here for an interview with Iris, and I wouldn’t mind answering some questions too if you and Doug have them!”

Iris nodded with him, eyes gravitating back to him. “Of course, wouldn’t want it to get too one sided, right?” Mephisto nodded earnestly, smiling at the camera again and if Doug were a little less straight or a little more of a romantic he had a feeling his knees would be weak. Damn.

“So, Can you share any plans you have for the band? Like songs or genres or costume ideas?”

Iris leaned forward onto her elbows, beginning to fiddle with her fingers. “Well we have a lot in mind and a lot planned, and we currently have a project that we’ve actually been working on for the last year but, since it’s not finished yet, haven’t hyped yet. And it’s kind of under wraps but if you’re interested I can give you a little hint…” She flashes a grin, knowing that he’d be interested.

Anyone with eyes and working WiFi knew about his lolirock obsession. It was probably the main reason people over twenty were into them at all, and absolutely the only reason they’d gotten as big as they had. He was so honestly excited about them and their music… it was nice. He was nice. Mephisto was nodding along before she was even done talking.

“Oh, really? Well, I certainly can’t say no to a hint! What is it?”

Doug didn’t know people could be that eager and genuine. He was like a puppy. What the hell. Praxina leaned back in her chair to snap a picture of her brother for their instagram, too amused with this situation. Part of her wondered how he’d react if the girl knew of his crush… but at the same time, no chance she’d be that cruel.

“It’s going to be a 3 disk special album.” Iris held up three fingers, then put one down with each name she followed it with. “Auriana, Talia, Me.” Mephisto was almost literally vibrating with excitement. Doug didn’t think anyone could be that excited about Iris and her band, they were good enough singers, sure, but… jeez. Iris couldn’t help but giggle and lean back in her seat, pulling her smoothie up for a sip. “Sound fun? We have no when it’s going to be done. In all honesty… it’s mostly finished, but there’s one major hangup.” “What’s that?” Mephisto paused, after the question left his mouth. “Wait, no, you only said a hint, sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine. Doesn’t give too much away to tell you what I’m missing… I think?” Iris glanced at the other two for help, and Praxina merely shrugged. “Anyways I’m kind of stuck. It’s fun to do an- full disclosure- experimental solo set of songs, but it’s also been pretty hard for me. Can’t find the perfect…” She bit her lip and waved her hand, looking for the word.

“Partner? Sound?” Praxina volunteered. Mephisto nodded immediately.

“I get that, I have a few songs I haven’t uploaded because I can’t get the mixing to work, sometimes a fresh pair of eyes- or ears, I guess- really helps.” He shrugged.

“But what can you do but wait until everything clicks into place?” Iris laughed once, nodding. Of course he understood. “My big hangup, I guess, is that all the songs I wrote ended up being duets. And the whole point is not to sing them with Talia and Auriana, and it’s not like I had anyone in mind when I wrote them so… it’s been interesting. Talia is done recording hers, and Auriana is almost done.” “Do you have anyone you could do duets with? Did the other girls have some people you could also use?” Mephisto tilted his head, curious but trying to be helpful.

Doug was honestly surprised the guy didn’t offer himself. So Doug decided to do it, instead. He swiveled the camera to face Iris and spoke in his most Serious Question voice.

“Why don’t you get Python here to do it, Iris? I’ve heard he’s pretty good.”

Iris had been well aware of his singing abilities, and maybe she was kind of hoping to hear that answer, but she wasn’t going to wrestle it out of him. “I- um- I wouldn’t mind that. The girls sang with some friends, some other musicians, but nobody I really clicked with, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly.

If Praxina didn’t know better, she’d say that the girl was embarrassed. Flustered. She wasn’t quite sure which one, or both, but she did know that this conversation was straight out of one of her brother’s more dry dreams. Mephisto patted Praxina, partly because he could sense her making a terrible joke in her head and also be needed to know that this was really happening. Oh god.

“I well, um, if you think that’d work, I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to, I mean-” Iris nodded slowly, then faster. “Yeah, you know what, I think this would be super cool. As long as you’re okay with it, right?”

Praxina glanced at her brother. He was going to say yes, he’d better say yes. She’d say yes for him, actually, he always babbled too much. “He says he’d love to.” She nodded. Mephisto had to clamp down on the excited squeak that wanted to come out of his mouth, and he nodded vigorously as Praxina agreed for him. Best sister, good friend. Praxina rubbed between his shoulders and flashed a smile at the pop princess. “He’s in. Hey, why don’t you two swap numbers? And Doug, ask a question now.” Doug moves the camera to focus back on the twins, grinning a little.

“What’s next for you two, then? Aside from the whole song, thing. That’s been pretty well established.”

Mephisto wheezed, as Praxina pet him. He needed to remember to breathe, god. Okay. Uh. “Well, we’re keeping up with our Let’s Plays and trying out some new games- and more exciting, we got a sponsor! Right, Phi?” Mephisto sat up straighter.

“Right, yes, there’s a couple of videos I’ve done that’ll be uploaded soon where our new sponsor is mentioned. I don’t… think we can say who? Can we? Do they care?” She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if we do or don’t, I think.” “I should probably call LootCrate and ask…” Mephisto muttered, glancing at his phone and completely forgetting he was on camera.

Doug snorted. Iris’ eyes widened. “You got a sponsorship from LootCrate?” She couldn’t help but grin in excitement. Praxina on the other hand, rolled her eyes. Mephisto paused, glancing up.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah.” He glanced at Doug’s camera.

“I… guess I’ll find out if I wasn’t supposed to say anything until the videos went live later. Oops.” “Good job bro.” Praxina nudged him with her elbow. “You’re great at-” Her phone burst out with noise and her jaw clacked shut as the ringtone went off… ‘I Won’t Say I’m In Love.“

"Oh crap.” Mephisto’s head snapped up.

“What? Who is that? Why is that your ringtone for them?” Praxina hastily hit 'reject’ on the call from 'Gatorade- Is It In You ;)’ and turned to her brother. “Listen, I can explain.” “That’s not reassuring! You don’t do sappy stuff, unless you’re- you have a boyfriend.” “What? No, no.” Praxina held up a finger. “I don’t have feelings, I didn’t catch feelings. Nothing is happening!” “Your ringtone is a Disney love song!” Mephisto poked her shoulder.

“And that was a dirty Gatorade joke as a contact! Oh my god.” “That’s- it’s not what it looks like! You know I like Disney songs, and I like making jokes. Besides, I would have told you if it was serious!” “No you wouldn’t! You would hide it until I was also dating somebody, because you’re scared of me being jealous, for some reason!” Iris turned to Doug and made a 'cut this off’ motion, eyes wide as the twins continued fighting. Doug had been catching the action, but at Iris’s frantic motion he scrambled to cut the video short. Oops. Those two probably didn’t need their fight broadcast all over the internet… ah well.

#lolirock #iristo #praxaniel #iris #mephisto #praxina #doug

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rayadraws · 8 years ago

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Hero FB adventures

This is the result of me, @jenny-opm, @shorthairsonic, @dibujos-de-la-orilla and @criscura talking about the concept of our boys (and their friends) using Facebook and what that might lead to... It led to a really fun discussion, so I’ve collected it as points here for anyone curious. It’s about 2.6k long so I’ll put it behind a Read More. Enjoy XD

Dr. Kuseno, being a technical genius, takes to Facebook like a duck to water, having no trouble navigating the site. However, he still acts like a stereotypical grandpa on there - when Genos posts a status along the lines of “Rainy day, perfect for a movie” Kuseno comments with “Indeed my boy, try not to catch a cold and send Saitama my regards. Kuseno.” He occasionally also teases Genos, such as sending him a photo of an electric whisk with the caption “your next upgrade is ready.” (In a misplaced attempt at being kind he tags Saitama in all ads for hair growth treatment he comes across… but at least he also tags him when he finds an unusually good sale)

It is actually thanks for a birthday post from Kuseno that Saitama learns when Genos’ birthday is the first time! He catches the borg sitting and smiling while looking a his phone, which is unusual - usually if he’s on the phone it's something from the HA, which normally has him frowning.

Neither Saitama nor Genos have a lot of friends on FB (to start with, at least). It’s mostly their closest friends such as King and Mumen. Genos also has Metal Bat added, who gives him (good natured) crap on near everything he posts.

Bang is the hopelessly confused Facebook grandpa, struggling to understand how it works. Poor Charanko does his best to help him… “How do I search here?” “You have to go to the search bar… No, that’s where you write your status” “My what?”

Once he does get the hang of it, Bang comments every time someone posts about themselves doing any sort of sporty activity with “Looking good! Ever think about coming by the dojo?” (It gets to the point that FB warns him for posting the same thing over and over and everyone is starting to suspect that his account has been hacked by a virus that just keeps promoting his dojo - poor Charanko is accused of setting it up)

Metal Bat SPAMS FB with videos of Zenko’s piano shows. Everyone knows about her recitals a week in advance because he keeps hyping it up. He also has a soft spot for posting glamour selfies.

Saitama posts a lot of blurry cat photos with no caption and sometimes food pictures. He posts at all kinds of random hours of the day, almost never answers anyone, his photos are low quality and he posts a lot of odd YouTube links.

Genos likes every photo of Saitama and uploads his own - somehow, Saitama always looks far less derpy in Genos’ photos (he’s studied all his best angles).

Genos has no shame and starts liking all photos of Saitama, going through every tag ever - meaning once in a while someone who went to high school with Saitama suddenly gets a like from Demon Cyborg on a photo taken 12 years ago. Unsurprisingly, people are SHOCKED at this and it takes them a while to figure out why - until they notice how he keeps tagging Saitama on his page. This is the only kind of interaction they get online with Demon Cyborg and people start tagging Saitama in photos in the hope of getting response from him. They slyly get photos of him in public and post and tag him in the hope of a response. As long as he’s awake (he’s a heavy sleeper) Genos likes them instantly, unknowingly rewarding his fans for their behaviour.

Genos never accepts friend requests from any non-heroes but Saitama sometimes does because “maybe that name’s familiar idk whatever” and some of Genos’ fangirls manage to befriend him on Facebook, consequently seeing his photos… causing them to just about spontaneously combust - “Did you SEE that photo of Demon Cyborg in an apron?!”

Genos notices this and tells Saitama that he is NOT to post his 124 bedhead pics of Genos to Facebook. Saitama forgets(?) and posts 53 of them anyway before he remembers he wasn’t supposed to. He tries to cheer Genos up - “But look at how many likes and shares they’re getting! This doesn’t even happen with the cat pictures!” Genos is not impressed to see his groggy-ass self on a million message boards (and tells Saitama that “...to be fair, Sensei, sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re cat pictures.”)

Saitama is enjoying this game (not quite realizing the scope of this all) - sneaks a pair of cat ears on Genos, takes a photo and uploads, enjoying the storm afterwards.

Facebook suggests that Saitama upload a photo album that is just the same photo of Genos doing the dishes at slightly different angles and he’s like “why not” and posts that as well. This is followed up by a little video of him singing quietly and dancing a little while washing the dishes.

One day they come across a group of Demon Cyborg fans on the street who come up to them and ask if Genos could sign their photo books - they’ve printed a bunch of pictures from their FBs, full of like bedhead and apron pics (“Mr. Demon Cyborg sir I LOVED that video of you dancing with the mop!”). Genos can’t even process what’s happening and signs them with a stunned expression, while Sai takes one of the books, looking through it and pointing out his favourites. “Hey, I remember this one! Aw, dude, where’s this shirt? You look nice in it, I haven’t seen it in a while.” (“Mr Demon Cyborg I didn’t know you had feet slippers!” - a small part of Genos dies)

Saitama starts getting bombarded with requests on Facebook. “Get him sleeping!” “Get him laughing!” “Can you get him to pose in that white shirt, maybe with the ripped jeans?”

Saitama starts uploading little videos, such as himself telling Genos a bunch of puns as they go through a store. Eventually he figures out how to cut videos into clips and bombards Genos for two days to get “material”. It does get a bit overwhelming in the end however, so he tells the fans that he can’t take more pictures because his phone ran out of memory. To his despair, this leads to fans sending them shipments of memory cards, cameras and gift cards for even more stuff and it’s all very unnecessary. He even receives a brand new phone from “a fan”.

(The good side is, with all this training he is getting progressively better at taking pictures)

One day, the daily picture he uploads is very sad - just an empty chair with the caption “He’s at repairs” :(

Another day however, Saitama goes to upload a photo of Genos in his apron, but it’s… the wrong apron picture. He accidentally uploads a naughty pic, oops. It’s not the most obviously naughty one, not enough to get them banned from FB (and Genos has no nipples, anyway…) but it’s pretty obviously not meant for the public.

Genos is at first (rightfully) mad at Saitama… until they get like a million really nice apron lingerie sets in the mail. To get back at the other, he uploads a photo of a bare-chested Saitama - not at all prepared for the onslaught of “HOLY SHIT” responses, growing possessive instead of mad when the fans start screaming for more.

Saitama tries to take a good shot of himself but eventually Genos, even through being annoyed, takes the camera from him and gets a good picture. Fans ask for even more and a bewildered Saitama replies with “Um, sure?” uploading a half-naked bathroom selfie, where he’s still wet with a towel wrapped around himself. People go wild. (Genos can’t decide if he wants to delete the picture or share it so it’s on his wall as well. He is… conflicted.) (A less successful picture shows Saitama absolutely ripped, but unfortunately with a prominent double chin, like that time he played video games at the HA - selfies are hard…) (“Mr Saitama, can I request the ripped jeans again, but this time with you wearing them..?”

Unfortunately their shenanigans do not go unnoticed at they get called in to HA’s Public Relations for the umpteenth time. Their attempts at getting the heroes to take it down a few notches is made more difficult by them referring to Amai’s latest “I’m about to have sex” album cover as proof they aren’t out of line.

Amai Mask, in his defence, maintains that his pictures are “classy” and “done professionally”. Saitama responds with gesturing to a photo of Naked Apron Genos frying eggs - “This is classy!”. They continue with pointing out that more than likely, if they stopped, people would complain to the HA and they’d have to explain it was the HA who stopped them in the first place... (And really, the HA shouldn’t complain, Saitama and Genos are earning them so many donations….) "THEY CURED MY CANCER AND WATERED MY CROPS AND BLESSED MY CAT HERE'S MONEY" - “They did what now?!” - the HA representatives don’t even understand what this means but eventually lets it all slide. (The only one who understands the references is their intern managing the official HA twitter, but no one cares about their opinion…)

With all this material, Genos’ fan club is getting a lot more activity than Amai Mask’s, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Amai tries to upload “accidental photos” too in an attempt to become the centre of attention, but they are all obviously fake, such as “I woke up like this” pictures of him with perfect hair and makeup, nothing like Demon Cyborg’s messy hair and squinting eyes.

Amai tries again - “Oh no guys you won't believe this but, i was doing my make up right and omg my cat walked on top of my phone and took this photo of me lol” - someone digs up an old interview where Amai states that he’s allergic to cats (that someone is Genos). He also uploads a photo of a cup from Starbucks which has “To the prettiest guy I’ll see today” written on it and claims he got it (until someone points out that’s a photo from Google).

Meanwhile on Saitama’s FB page, a new video of an unaware Genos twitching in his sleep has just been uploaded, caption “look he’s dreaming shhh”

Saitama just happens to be awake late that evening and passes the time surfing FB, commenting “y’all never go to bed huh” when he sees the immediate responses - given how big Genos’ fanclub is, there’s always someone who’s awake. In fact, this video is more than likely to wake a number of fans up to scream over it. Saitama makes a little livestream showing off their cups as he brews himself some tea (“this is my cup. That one’s Genos’. We found it in a thrift store after he accidentally dropped the last one.” He finishes with showing Genos sleeping again and saying “see he’s sleeping now you all go to bed too”.

One day he posts a still picture of the sleeping borg, with the caption being just “I love him”.

It takes a while, but once the fans understand that their love is real and not changing, some of them start to (not always so) subtly suggest he should propose, such as tagging Saitama whenever a jewellery store has a good offer (they’ve picked up on his love for sales).

One day everything is quiet, then Saitama posts simply “He said yes” (or perhaps it’s just a picture of their hands wearing the rings) and FB EXPLODES. People ask for photos and Saitama replies with “All I got is him ugly crying oil everywhere” and the fans go “POST IT.”

After they’ve gotten engaged things get a bit more quiet, with Saitama just posting the occasional update like “he’s going to marry me” and “he’s going to be my husband”. “I want the date to be on his birthday but that’s too long of a wait” ,“he loves me”.

Fast-forward a bit. It’s been quiet for a while. Genos has barely posted anything but one day Saitama’s FB friends see that he’s been tagged in a picture that turns out to be a photo where Saitama appears to be passed out on the futon, drooling in his sleep and surrounded by empty pizza cartons. Caption “my husband to be”. (The picture completely blows up on FB)

Fans start speculating on their outfits, causing Saitama to sweat - he hadn’t planned that far ahead. He asks for suggestions and they end up covering the entire colour spectrum. He even enquires a little bit to hear if there’s anyone who’s a real actual wedding planner among their fans, it might work out…

In the end, they decide on a small private wedding, but Saitama does suggest he might be able to livestream it. He gives no date or anything to go by, however. In an attempt to keep it hidden, they end up hosting it at the dojo, hoping the stairs might also deter some potential invaders. (Bang is more than happy to host - maybe he can convince some people to join the dojo. The stairs aren’t a problem for the heroes, mostly - King does text Saitama with “I’m here can you pick me up” once he arrives at the bottom whereas Mumen handles them himself - but makes sure to arrive very early so he’ll have time for a shower before the ceremony. Saitama suddenly starts the livestream out of the blue on FB, writing “k its happenin!” and a bunch of fans tune in. (Hopefully Bang won’t hear about the livestream or he’ll start advertising on it, too…)

They get married!!

(Back to where we started - how does Kuseno react to all this FB shenanigans? Well, more than likely he doesn’t spend too much time on FB, but he does check periodically, probably catching at least a couple of the pictures of Genos sleeping and in his apron and whatnot. As always, he replies good naturedly - “glad you’re getting your rest son”.

Kuseno also has a habit of going full-on Geek and writing very long explanations regarding Genos’ body sometimes - such as explaining why he twitches in his sleep, or an explanation on how his cooling systems work in response to someone writing “WAAAHHH WHY IS HE SO COOOL” on one picture. Unfortunately, Kuseno doesn’t realize that his FB is set to friends only, so only Saitama and Genos see these comments…)

Bonus: Saitama occasionally tags Genos in pictures he takes of cheap bootleg Demon Cyborg merch he comes across, disappointing fans hoping to see a new photo of him, only to be met by his asymmetrical poorly painted face on an action figure. “It’s not even official merch…”

Saitama has a habit of buying the especially poorly made ones because “they’re funny”.

One fan asks one day if Demon Cyborg owns any merch and Sai uploads a photo of all the stuff he keeps in the apartment with the caption “And even more stuff at his docs”.

The fans are stunned - but some are also like “ok but where do I get these things?!”

"says he special ordered them or w/e" "oh this other one was from HA" "oh... he says it's out of stock" "he has the stock" ”Maybe if you ask him real nice. Doubt he’ll let go tho he only has like 278 of them” ”...he informs me he has 289”

The fans try to barter with Genos, such as offering to draw a NEW Caped Baldy posted in return for one of those charms. At this point Saitama is starting to wonder why he has to be the bridge between fans wanting Caped Baldy merch and Genos. Genos doesn’t seem to want to talk directly to his fans, but eventually agrees to use Saitama’s account, basically pretending to be him - the fans do eventually get their merch, but are confused as to why Saitama suddenly seems to turn a lot more serious and formal whenever it comes to merch talk (and is that 10 page terms of service really necessary?!) but at least in the end they get a super rare piece of merch not available anywhere else (because Genos bought them all).

#gosh #well there you have it #this was such a fun discussion I enjoyed it a lot XD <3333 #thanks guys you're the best #to anyone who read the whole thing (woah good job) I hope you liked it too!#all for fun ofc #genos #saitama #genosai #saigenos

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thesunglassesgamer · 7 years ago

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There for You, Chapter 3

I totally didn’t forget to upload this to when I uploaded it to Fanfiction.net. Oops. Well, what’s done is done.

More importantly, this chapter will start to diverge from the first two, in that it has Star and not Kelly. Next chapter will be similar, but the chapter after that will probably return to Marco and Kelly interactions. Later on there will be more of their friends, but I think this is a good one to start to expand the fic. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, like it, subscribe and tell me what I can improve on. If you don’t like it, bummer. Have a happy new year!

“Marco!” Star’s sharp, shrill voice pierced Marco’s ears, making him flinch. She only used that voice when she was either serious, pissed, or seriously pissed. Today, she sounded pissed. Her hands went flying around, mostly gesturing aggressively at Marco as she demanded, “Where the hell were you? I’ve been looking everywhere for you for the past half hour! Where’s Glossaryck? Don’t tell me you forgot to look after him again, he-“ her eyes narrowed in open suspicion. “Did you bail on me again to go hang out with-“

“No, I didn’t bail on you again to hang out with Hekapoo.” Marco interrupted her in a crisp, frustrated tone. He couldn’t help himself from lashing out at her; she’d gotten a lot more suspicious of him whenever he left to go do anything ever since his adventures with Hekapoo a month ago. Sure, maybe Star had a handful of reasons to question him, but it still hurt whenever she interrogated him. His face screwed up in pent up anger, but he stopped himself and closed his eyes for a second. As much as he wanted to retaliate and say something about trusting her friends, Marco kept his mouth shut. She’s probably just stressed out, that’s all, he told himself. Barking back at her won’t help anyone.

Marco let out a small sigh, opened his eyes, and held up Glossaryck’s leash over his head so that the little blue mystic was yoinked up to eye level. The tiny god made a small choking sound as he was pulled up for Star to see. His big, dark, unfocused eyes made contact with Star’s for a second as he began to twist around the hanging leash. Star’s own eyes opened wide with shock, comprehension, and then awkward guilt. “Oh,” she replied in a low, quiet voice. Marco grimaced but looked Star right in the eyes. She met his resolved eyes with her own unsure ones.

“I didn’t go off and party with Hekapoo again, Star, because I can’t anymore.” He kept his words carefully measured, making sure it he didn’t erupt at her. “I gave up my friendship with her to make sure that you were safe during your nighttime adventures last month. That’s the price I had to pay so that she wouldn’t go blab to the magical council about your portal-making issue.” He paused to let the words sink in. “I know that I haven’t been the best of squires since I got here, or even the best of friends, but I would very much appreciate it if you could trust me just a little bit more.” He couldn’t keep the hurt out of his words in the last sentence. Star’s face screwed up in guilt, and she let out a heavy sigh. The bags beneath her eyes seemed to grow deeper. Her face showed signs of stress and weariness, aging her face by ten years.

“I- I’m sorry, Marco, I just- I’ve been so busy with Eclipsa’s trial and rebuilding the kingdom and learning politics, I-“ Her head fell into her hands and she let out a melodramatic groan. “I’m sorry, Marco,” she muttered sourly through her hands.

Marco shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal. It was, but he hated seeing Star upset. It had always given him a stomach ache, even before he had realized his crush for her. “It’s okay, Star, really. You’re stressed out, I get it.”

Star’s hands opened up to show her frustrated face. “No, Marco, it’s not alright.” Her hands clamped onto Marco’s cheeks and she stared him dead in the eye, eyes full of righteous determination. “You deserve better, Marco. I swear on my life that I will make it up to you.”

Marco gave her a small smile. Star’s hands were warm against his cheeks. She always looks so cute when she gets like this, some quiet part of his brain noted. “Thanks, Star. It means a lot to me.”

Star returned his tiny smile with a larger, brighter, more playful one. “Anything for my most trusted and loyal squire.”

Marco let out a small chuckle and backed out of her hands to give her a small bow. “Thank you, your highness.”

Star snorted. Her eyes fell down onto Glossaryck, now scratching himself on the floor. “So, if you weren’t hangin’ out with H-poo, what were you doing? Where’d you go?”

Marco sniffed and then started scratching his head mindlessly. “About three hours after you left, Kelly called me and said she needed some help. Apparently she was about to be beheaded for not paying her rent.”

Star let out a disbelieving noise. “You mean Bruce? Ah, come on, Bruce would never hurt a fly, much less Kelly.”

Marco gave her a serious glare. “He had a battle axe with him. A bloodied battle axe.”

Star bit her lip and shrugged her shoulder, clearly uncomfortable. “Ah, well, you know him, he talks a big game, but, you know, it was probably fake blood or, or… or something.” She tried to look casual and readjusted herself while making the most unconvincing face ever. Marco kept staring at her and her façade died away. “How’s Kelly?”

Marco shrugged. “Ok, I think. She’s still dealing with her break up with Tad and stuff, but I think she’ll be alright. We had coffee for a while and talked about it. I think she’ll be fine.”

Star nodded. “Kelly’s a strong girl. She’ll get over it.” Her left eyebrow rose, eyes scanning Marco. Her face grew still. “Coffee, huh? Not the best first date, but I guess there’s worse.” Her voice was calm, controlled, impassive. She’d tried to go for lighthearted, but it had come out a lot more stone cold than she’d wanted it to.

If there was anything odd about Star’s tone, Marco didn’t notice it. “It wasn’t a date, Star, geez!” His cheeks had gone red and his voice was indignant and cracked occasionally. “A guy can’t help his friend out without being in love with them? Come on, Star, how many times have I helped you out of a sticky situation?”

Star subconsciously relaxed and giggled. “Relax, Marco, it was a joke.”

Marco glared at her, perturbed, and then sullenly asked, “Speaking of dates, how was yours tonight? You were gone for forever.”

Star took in a deep breath and tensed up her shoulders. She looked like she would rather be anywhere else at the moment. “It… got complicated.”

“How-“

“Don’t ask.”

“But-“

“Marco.”

Silence, then, “Fine.” Part of Marco knew that Star wouldn’t answer him no matter how hard he pried, and a much larger part of him didn’t want to know what had made Star’s date so complicated. He paused for a moment before changing the subject. “So, any updates on the trial?”

Star shrugged. “No, not really. I tried to do some more investigating today, but I came up empty. It’s been difficult finding evidence that she was innocent when the crime is ‘she’s evil’. I mean, what am I supposed to say at her trial when all my mom is saying is that she’s a bad person?”

“Show her that she’s not,” Marco responded, supportive despite completely believing that Eclipsa was going to stab Star in the back the second it was convenient to her. He had been keeping his own eye on her, just in case Star was wrong. He knew what she would say, that he wasn’t trusting her, but she was wrong. He trusted Star. He just didn’t trust Eclipsa. “If Eclipsa hasn’t done anything except date a monster and help kill Toffee, then they can’t condemn her. Otherwise, they’re the villians.”

Star bit her lip, unsure. She began to tap her foot on the ground repeatedly in a nervous gesture. “I know, I know, but what if they find her guilty because of some old mewman law I don’t know, or just because they’re afraid of her? I just- it’s not fair that they can just freeze her like a popsicle stick ‘cause they think she might, MIGHT, be evil.”

“Uh, Star?”

“Huh?” Marco pointed to her feet, and she scowled, stopping her foot.

Marco gave her a small smile and put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s going to be alright, Star. We’ve pulled through rougher crap than this. You’ll see.”

Star shrugged, but still looked uncertain. “We’ll see. Hey, I’m going to go ask Eclipsa about more of her past tomorrow, can you come along and help?”

Marco’s smile widened. “Of course.”

Star smiled back. Marco had a wonderful smile. “Thanks, Marco. What would I do without you?”

Marco’s cheeks started to glow, but he caught himself. “Probably burning down a small village by accident with unpredictable magic.”

Star gave him a light shove. “Yeah, right.” She let out a sigh and looked to the window. “Oh, shit, it’s late.” She pointed her fingers to the door with a swing of her body. “Adios, mi amigo. Beauty sleep and stuff.”

“See you tomorrow, Star.”

Star nodded her head and turned for the door. Marco hesitated, then blurted out, “Wait!”

Star’s head whipped around, eyebrow reaching for the sky. “What?”

Marco pursed his lips and force the words out, ‘We need to talk.’ But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t say it. He didn’t know what stopped him from asking her to open up to him. It wasn’t like he was going to tell her about his crush on her, they were just going to talk about what was up: why Star had been so distant, how she had gotten over her crush on him, why he had really come to Mewni, all of it. But he couldn’t say it. Maybe he was afraid that it would end up leading to him accidentally revealing his crush, or maybe he was just afraid of what else might be said. Either way, Marco didn’t tell Star, ‘We need to talk.’ Instead, he said, “Ah, never mind. We’ll talk about it later.”

Star stared at him for a moment, uncertain and awkward the way a teen can only be. “You sure?”

Marco nodded emphatically, silently cursing himself. “See you tomorrow.”

Star paused for another second that lasted an infinity to Marco, then nodded and left. Marco sighed and looked down at Glossaryck, tired and worn out. Glossaryck’s big eyes met his own, focused on him for a second, and he said, “Glob Glor.”

“Whatever.”

#star vs the forces of evil #fanfic #star #marco #kelly #I really think that the full meaning of the title won't be apparent until several chapters in #but at least I have a much better idea of what I want to do with this now

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