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fandomlurker · 3 years

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Pavlov’s Mice and Cameo

So thanks to Tumblr nerfing my ability to make an admittedly absurdly long post combining the previous episode rewatch with this one, I had to do this entry in two parts.

But at least now we’re in for the real treat: The first episode in airing order that’s animated by TMS Entertainment. And hey, even the Animaniacs show itself seems to acknowledge that this is special, because theme song rhyme is…

We're Animanie! Totally insane-y!~

Pinky and the Brainy!~

…which hasn’t been done since their debut. So this is gonna be fun.

Might as well get this out of the way, then, since this episode obviously involves Ivan Pavlov. I think most people who know of Pavlov through cultural osmosis pretty much know him as just “that one scientist who got dogs to respond to the sound of bells as if they were being offered food”. This is what happened, but it’s only part of the story. In reality, Ivan Pavlov was doing research on the physiology of digestion in dogs and he noticed one day that the dogs he was studying started to drool in the mere presence of the lab technician who regularly fed them even if the technician didn’t have food with them. Pavlov developed a way to redirect the dogs’ digestive juices outside of the body so that they could be measured, and then he ran some conditioning experiments to see if he could get them to salivate in response to external stimuli that had nothing to do with food, like ringing a bell.

The year in the title card, 1904, was the year Ivan Pavlov was awarded the Nobel Prize for the previously mentioned experiments, which he published the results of in “The Work of the Digestive Glands” in 1897. Basically, by 1904 he was done with his work with dogs and he moved on to experimenting with mice…at least according to this article in National Geographic by Virgina Hughes.

With that, let’s begin the episode proper.

“At the dawn of the 20th century, Russian scientist, Ivan Pavlov, trained animals through his technique of conditioned reflex” says the narrator as we zoom in on a laboratory with Pavlov and our lovable mouse duo.

“Time to earn your dinner, my little mousey friends!”

It’s interesting how Pinky is the one that flinches uncomfortably at the loud sound of the gong while Brain simply snaps into his conditioned response. And that response? Uhhh…

“I’m a little teapot, short and stout.~”

“This is my handle, this is my spout.~”

(Is he…you know…?)

“When I get all steamed up, hear me shout!~”

“Tip me over and pour me out.~”

Oh no… This is a cute and funny scene and all, but when you know about Brain’s canonical issues with how he hates not being in control of a situation and all the traumas he’s endured (for those of you not in the know, yes, Brain does have a lot of trauma in his backstory that we learn about much later, both in the 90s spin-off and the reboot) regarding both general control and losing family and friends…there’s a bitter tinge to this scene.

He’s so embarrassed and humiliated.

He takes the cheese but he is positively fuming with rage, and I can’t exactly blame him from what I know about him.

This is made all the worse by Pinky’s innocent reaction to Brain’s little song and dance.

“Hahahahaha! Wonderful! Hahaha! EGAD, Brain, I could watch you do that dance all day! Haha, narf!”

For Pinky, this is harmless silliness and he gets to see Brain sing and dance and “have fun”, which is not a usual occurrence. But for Brain? Well...

“You have watched it all day, Pinky. Sixty-one times, to be exact. It’s a conditioned reflex to that infernal gong.”

“I’m powerless to stop it!”

Well, Brain, at the very least it’s not like you were a part of a more inhumane experiment like one regarding, say, learned helplessness or anything. …Oh wait. Whoops. (For those sensitive to animal abuse, I suggest refraining from clicking on the second link, and caution against clicking on the first if even more clinical text descriptions of such would upset you. The third link is spoilers for the reboot.)

All that aside, it seems like it’s Pinky’s turn. He gets the more traditional bell chime for his stimulus.

And the result is him going into an uncontrollable and very enthusiastic Slavic folk dance.

With violent results. I hope you appreciate that last screencap, as the animation goes by so quickly I had a lot of trouble isolating the part where Pinky kicks Brain and he goes flying.

Pinky is all too happy to get a reward of cheese, his favourite food, for doing something that he has no memory of.

“What’cha doin’ over there, Brain?”

“Contemplating your afterlife, Pinky.”

That’s not exactly fair, Brain, you know he has no control over this. To Brain’s credit, though, he doesn’t bop him or anything for kicking him involuntarily.

Pavlov leaves, playfully saying that he hopes the mice dream of cheese tonight, and the mice are immediately down to business.

“At last, he’s gone.”

“Now we can begin our conquest of the world!”

We’re already back to it being “our” conquest of the world, eh?

“Behold my latest creation, Pinky: The Vacuum-o-nator.”

Brain has never been good with naming things, has he? At least, not so far. I wonder if this will continue throughout the franchise?

Pinky is certainly very happy and impressed, though.

“It uses reverse air pressure to vacuum everything toward it.”

You know, I was just about to roast Brain for thinking that making a very odd version of a vacuum cleaner was such a brilliant thing, but then I remembered that this takes place in 1904. The vacuum cleaner as we know it was “invented independently by British engineer Hubert Cecil Booth and American inventor David T. Kenney” in 1901 according to Wikipedia, and portable vacuums were available to the general public starting in 1905.My apologies, Brain, that actually is very impressive.

Although, this all hinges on if the viewer considers episodes that take place in the past and/or at different locations than Acme Labs California to be mere Alternate Universe/What If? stories or Brain and Pinky using some kind of time machine to go to a different place and time for these episodes. (Before you tell me that this is just a cartoon and sicc the Please, Please Get a Life Foundation on me, I do this to have fun and maybe educate myself and the reader along the way. I promise I have a life. Barely.)

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pinky?”

“Uhh… Yeah, Brain! But where are we gonna find rubber pants our size?”

Pinky, that’s… Listen, folks, don’t make the same mistake I did and google “rubber pants”. It’s not what you think it is. You will be disappointed.

BONK!

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself there, Pinky.

“No, Pinky. We’re going to use the Vacuum-o-nator to steal Russia’s crown jewels!”

Man, the animation for even this one small proclamation by Brain is so, so good. Brain standing authoritatively and holding the pen like a scepter or spear, the grand sweep of his arm as he says “no”, the serious and slightly menacing expression on his face, a violent and grabby swing of his arm on the word “steal”, and a dramatic point and look up towards the sky when he finishes. TMS does great work, folks.

“Narf! Genius, Brain!”

Look at Brain’s satisfied smile at Pinky’s simple compliment. Remember what I said earlier about Brain going through his explanations to show off to and impress Pinky? At this point I’m absolutely convinced that that’s why Brain turns up the theatrics more than necessary when going through his plans. After all, Pinky is (oddly and rather sadly) the only one in-universe who thinks Brain is a genius and a good person.

…Of course, the effect can sometimes be lessened by subsequent innocent bumbling.

“Turn it off, Pinky.”

He says this so exasperatedly yet so deadpan at the same time, it’s great.

“Oh! Right-o!”

Even Pinky immediately knows that he fucked up.

“Zort! Whew! Wild hairdo, Brain! Heh heh, I like it.”

He even pets Brain’s “hairdo”, aww. And though I personally could take or leave the ‘do, I like the pointed, sharp look this mishap’s given to his ears.

BONK!

“Now I feel cleansed.”

Okay, this one might have been a little too much, Brain.

“But Brain, aren’t the crown jewels always guarded by giant Cossacks?”

Well, Pinky, from what I know Cossacks were usually used extensively in the police force and as border guards during this time, so I guess that’s possible?

Brain picking the lock with the pen is a fun little detail.

“Don’t worry about the guards… For tonight, Pinky, at precisely 1 am, there’s a total lunar eclipse. “

Again, this is probably not a thing the average person could look up quickly and easily in the 90s and the writers most likely didn’t care about accuracy here, but there were no total lunar eclipses in 1904. There were some penumbral lunar eclipses in March and September of that year, though. Just a fun fact for you folks.

“The Earth’s shadow will completely cover the moon, blacking out all of St. Petersburg for a period of 30 seconds.”

Brain…?!? Brain, how did you get the diagram on that piece of paper to animate like that? What kind of Harry Potter-style magic bullshit is this?

I know this is a cartoon and all and I’m not truly upset but this honestly came out of nowhere and made me do a double-take.

“In that brief time, we will sneak past the Czar’s guards under the cover of darkness and steal the crown jewels…for he who controls the jewels controls Mother Russia!”

More dramatics!

“But…I thought your mother’s name was Désirée?”

I love Brain’s pose here. Very grumpy and sassy.

As for Pinky’s comment: We do get to meet Brain’s parents way later in the spin-off, though neither are addressed by any name. I’m taking this joke as canon anyway because it’s funny.

Well, well, well… Looks like we’re shaking things up a bit with an inking instead of a bonk. That’s gonna be a pain to get out of his white fur, though.

“Soon, Pinky, I will rule Russia…so from now on, call me Czar.”

Another sassy hand-on-hip pose.

“Right-o, Brain!”

“—eek! Czar Brain!”

“Come along, Pinky… Conquest awaits!”

Nice to know that despite the inking, Pinky’s still following him anyway. Plus he’s doing it with that fond look on his face again. Hmm…

What follows is a cute and ingenious sequence of Brain launching Pinky and himself through an open window via the spring force of a mousetrap. It goes by very quickly, but I just wanted to highlight a few things I managed to notice while pausing through it. Kudos to the animators again for these little details.

Pinky’s the one that wraps one arm around Brain’s shoulders so that Brain has both hands free to spring the mousetrap properly and so that they’ll be launched together.

Interestingly enough, Pinky’s the cautious one who braces for impact right away while Brain gleefully flies through the air with his arms outstretched.

The “camera” changes perspective and while Brain is still boldly flying forward with confidence, Pinky is still worried but has now opened his eyes as they fly towards the window.

Pinky’s still holding onto Brain and the Vacuum-o-nator as tight as he can. As they get closer to the window, however…

…Pinky seems to realize he’s going to smash into the wall above the window if he doesn’t let go, so he lets go of Brain. Brain doesn’t realize where his trajectory is taking him.

Pinky angles himself downward and through the open window, but it’s too late for Brain.

WHAM! RIP, Brain.

But his pain is not done! It looks like Pinky’s landing was in the soft snow. Meanwhile, Brain slides down onto the window and through the opening, only to bash into the lid of a garbage can, much to Pinky’s concern.

Then Brain falls headfirst into the snow.

And finally, Brain is clonked on the head by the same garbage can lid, which makes a loud gong noise. Someone get this poor mouse some Aspirin.

But since there was a gong noise, you all know what that means!

Cutely, Pinky joins in on the dance in the middle of it.

“Ha! Oh that was fun, Czar Brain! But let’s give it another go, right? Only this time with feeling!”

Man, that side-eye at the beginning from Brain…

Pinky’s body language is great in this episode, too. The gleeful flapping of his arms and feet and the “with feeling” gesture are fantastic examples of his more open and energetic nature coming through.

Oh hey, there’s that one shot of Brain being ticked off used in the spin-off theme song! I can’t exactly blame him for his anger here. He just went through a lot of pain in a short amount of time and was then involuntarily made to humiliate himself. Pinky doesn’t mean to be mean here—he genuinely wants to have some sing and dance fun with Brain—but it’s gotta sting to have the humiliation highlighted.

Pinky still doesn’t deserve a bonking for it, though. But it’s slapstick, so he’s fine.

Heh, “deliveries to rear” indeed.

Oh, are those jingle bells on a sleigh that I see?

Uh oh…

“No, Pinky… Not now!”

It cannot be stopped, Brain. He must dance!

Another quick detail as Brain launches himself at Pinky’s midsection to either topple him over or hold him still to get Pinky to stop.

Alas, Pinky’s dancing is too strong.

OUCH!

The face of regret.

His punishment is swiftly thwarted, though.

“…That was unpleasant.”

They take a different and more uneventful ride on a hay wagon to the palace.

I love the exaggerated perspective going on here.

Peekin’.

“We made it inside, Brain!”

“…’Czar Brain’.”

“Czar Brain.”

He says it so quietly and sweetly, aww.

“Yes, Pinky. There are fleeting moments when I even amaze myself.”

I…don’t know if it’s much of an accomplishment yet, Brain. Settle that ego down a bit.

Oh, that’s some classic Looney Tunes-style sneaking animation there.

Wait, why is the door to the treasure room just open behind them? Czar Nicolas II, what gives?

Speaking of…

Hello, Czar Nicolas II. I hope you’re enjoying your “eclipse party”. You only have another 14 years or so to live it up, after all.

“In just a few minutes, it’ll be totally dark and scary. OooOOoo!~ But don’t anyone touch me, I have cooties!”

I, uhhh. Okay, then.

Same, boys. Same. Best to get down to business.

“Behold the crown jewels of Mother Russia, Pinky. World conquest will soon be ours!”

Again, world conquest is “ours” and not just Brain’s. Also you can just tell Pinky’s thinking “I’m going to wear so much of this jewelry!”

“Now, Brain?”

“Not yet. Wait for the total eclipse.”

Speaking of…

“Complete darkness, Pinky. Start the Vacuum-o-nator…”

“NOW!”

That gonging noise is an interesting choice for a chime. Surely this ornate clock is only an omen of good things for our duo.

Pinky, you’re swooning again. And Brain…

Oh no.

Another clock! Who’d have thought Russian nobility loved clocks so much? This one has a more pleasant bell chime, though.

…Oh NO!

Well, looks like things are going to hell pretty quickly.

Goodbye, boys.

Goodbye, Czar Nicolas II! You might wanna look out for a man named Grigori Rasputin in the future, okay?

Nice hat, Brain.

“Whu--? The eclipse is over? Narf! What happened, Brain?”

BONK!

“Zort! I mean, Czar Brain.”

“We failed again, Pinky… But just wait until tomorrow night!”

“Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?”

“What else, Pinky?: Try to take over the world!”

It was a nice try, boys, but honestly I don’t know how you were going to fit all those crown jewels into that tiny improvised vacuum bag, anyway.

One last cute little detail in this episode is our mousey duo jumping up with enthusiastic determination in front of the silhouette of the moon on the last note of the theme reprise. One day, you guys. One day…

Oh! And before I forget, have another short cameo from “Plane Pals”. It’s a tiny one.

Pinky and the Brain steal a sheep off of an airplane. For what purpose? Who knows? But that’s it. I’m kind of wondering if the writers wanted to make a running joke of them making cameos to steal random things for world conquering purposes and just sort of gave up.

Anyway, so ends our recap for this post. It sure was a long one, but what can I say? There were some very cute details that needed to be shared. Have we learned anything new this time? Well, I mean, besides historical trivia.

Brain thinks both he and Pinky are great actors, despite his own near inability to lie and keep up an innocent pretense. Oh, he can be sarcastic, sure, but he can’t seem to manage to stop himself from revealing that he’s out for world domination whenever he has an audience.

For the first time we see Brain’s annoyance and humiliation resulting from him being a lab mouse. Though it’s on the more subtle side at the moment, Brain seemed extra grumpy and violent during that last episode because of the conditioning he’s unwillingly gone through. I’m curious to see if there are any more examples of this before we reach an episode touching on his origin story. Or…one of his origin stories, at least. There’s around four of them last I checked and all but one of them can reasonably fit into the others.

Pinky is truly beginning to show how much he adores Brain, which is nice. Beforehand we knew he was down with his world domination plans for whatever reason and also that he thinks Brain’s plans are great and ingenious. Now, though, we’ve gotten to the point of him literally swooning at Brain and his plans. Something’s definitely brewing there.

Next time: We get some more substantial cameos, join our mouse duo on a Fort Knox heist, and meet a new character that is both pretty important to the “lore” of the show going forward…but also doesn’t appear in person after their introductory episode until the very end of the Animaniacs and Pinky and the Brain spin-off run.

See you then!

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #Pavlov's Mice #Plane Pals

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raging-violets · 3 years

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Cadence Nash . . . let's plot-bend a bit. Nora's arrival in season 5. (I'm assuming she doesn't exist, in your flash and flame series?)

Actually...she does! That’s who Alexis is! I just changed her name and some of her background, because Barry and Iris aren’t together in my series. (If this doesn’t actually answer your question, I’m sorry! lol).

I actually have a bit of this scene written out already so I’ll copy/paste that in for you!

[Send one of my OCs + A Canon scene]

Barry stared at the ceiling, eyebrows pinched so tightly he was starting to get a headache. And yet, he didn’t move in fear of removing the arm laid gently around his midsection, hand brushing against his thigh. If he moved too much, he’d wake up Cadence, and if he woke her up, then she’d take one look at him and he’d have to explain why he had such a concentrated look on his face.

Especially when there was no explanation necessary.

He was a father.

Barry Allen was a father.

Not that he hadn’t been a father before, long before himself and others had realized it—Brady had certainly moved his way into his heart easily. Since first meeting the then eight-year-old in Jitters, who looked up at him over the muffin he demolished, only knowing Barry as his mother’s friend, and liked being around him long before he knew Barry was the Flash, Barry felt a sense of protection over the young boy that he’d quickly grew to feel was a son.

But, it was different to know he had a daughter who was, in fact, his. Especially when said daughter wasn’t supposed to exist yet. Wasn’t supposed to be known for a few decades. More importantly, the first thought that came to Barry’s mind was how was he going to explain her presence to everyone he knew and loved?

How much was there to explain when your future daughter appeared out of thin air—out of the future, from thin air—and said they were now stuck? Barry knew there was something a bit off about her when he met her at the wedding, saw his daughter for the first time and the way she grabbed his hand…

Barry gently lifted his head from his pillow, far enough to look at the ring that glistened on his left finger. Then he looked towards Cadence, who’s own finger was bare, save for the lightning bolt tattooed in its place. Nevertheless, as his wife lay on her stomach arm stretched across him, he could see the glimmer of the necklace around her neck, holding her ring.

Had it really been that long ago? He remembered it as clear as day, as if it were yesterday, as if nothing with DeVoe and his stint in prison had ever happened.

Inside the church, Barry paced, running his hands over his hair, muttering to himself. Just pre-wedding nerves. Jitters. Something that hadn’t struck him until the last five minutes. Everything needed to go perfectly. He needed to have good memories of something. Anything other than his being kicked from the CCPD and…DeVoe…and Demon…and…

“Sparkling water?”

“Excuse me?” Startled, Barry faced the waitress who stood behind him, holding a tray. She seemed to appear out of nowhere. Barry looked around, noticing the other guests all were holding onto glasses from her dwindling tray. “Oh, uh…” He hesitated. If food went through him that fast, a fact Diggle consistently wondered about, drinking too much wasn’t going to help before he got to the front of the church, either.

But he couldn’t get drunk, so that wasn’t much of an issue.

“I thought you might be a little parched,” The young woman said. She pushed her tray towards him, keeping a firm control of the pale liquid that sloshed around. “Jitters. Big day and all.” She gestured with her tray. “You’re getting married.”

“I am,” Barry agreed. He stepped back, eyeing her closely.

The young woman beamed. “Today.”

“Yes, I am. Today.”

The young woman continued to smile up at him. Her eyes sparkled, almost as if it couldn’t contain the mischief within her. Or she was laughing about something someone had told her before. Barry’s eyebrows came together. The young woman jumped at the change in his expression and offered the tray once more. “So, uh sparkling water?”

“No, uh, I’m good.” Barry waved her off. He quickly added a, “Thank you,” noticing her face fall.

Instead of going on to the next guest, the young woman continued to speak rapidly. Almost rambling. “Okay. So, uh, I’m really excited to be here. I mean, at a wedding. A-any wedding, it just so happens to be your wedding. But I’m happy. To be here. Today.”

Barry smiled a little. The energy and friendliness she exuded was unable to be ignored. She was already starting to make his nerves recede. “You…love weddings?” He guessed.

“I really do.” The young woman looked around. “I mean, this looks to be a little expensive for something of your guys’ taste. Not quite something I would’ve chosen for you. But, it’s still beautiful.” She chewed her lower lip, her smile growing wider. “I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it. You know, the whole wedding deal. Wedding day, wedding night…everything that comes with it.”

Barry could feel himself starting to blush, unsure if she realized the double entendre she managed to put into her words. “That’s cool,” was all he could manage to say, hoping no one around had the ability to read his mind.

The young woman blinked rapidly. “Not that I’m a weirdo or anything. I’m coming off weird, aren’t I?” She tapped herself on the forehead, as if reproaching herself. She sucked in a deep breath, shoulders slumping. Curling her fingers around the end of the tray she admitted, “I just love weddings. Some people call me a nerd for it.”

Her comment made Barry laugh. “Well, coming from the biggest nerd on the planet.” He gestured to himself. “I think it’s cool.”

“Thanks.” She smiled widely, obviously relieved. “I just…I don’t know. I feel like this is going to be one for the ages. I’m really glad I got to see it.”

Barry got a good look at her face. Something about her seemed to familiar. So much so, it was practically radiating off her. She looked to be an asian woman; no, he decided after a moment, biracial. Very youthful with hazel eyes that looked bluish towards the center. Her smile was wide, a mixture of what appeared to be shy and outgoing. She stood a bit shorter than him, about 5’6” if he had to guess. Hair hung low, past her shoulders in long waves.

“I…I’m sorry…” Barry tilted his head. Continued to watch her. Couldn’t shake the feeling. “Have we met before?”

“No!” The young woman jumped backwards. The sparkling water she carried threatened to slosh over. Both reached for it, but the woman expertly moved her hands and followed the momentum of the tray to keep it up. “No, I’m a complete and total stranger. So! Good luck up there.” She grasped his wrist, holding him firmly. Barry glanced down, feeling a tingling sensation run up his wrist. “Remember to say ‘’I do’.”

Despite his confusion, Barry managed to grin. “Have you been talking to Brady?” How many times had he been buzzing around him, pestering him to be sure he knew what he’d say for his vows?

“Not recently.” Once again, the young woman looked startled. Nervous. She dropped her hand from Barry’s wrist and took a large step back. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” She turned on her heel and headed to the nearest guest she could find.

If Barry were more naturally suspicious, he would’ve said something then. Asked her more questions, let him know he was onto her. Onto her about what? He wasn’t sure of at the time. But now…to know what she’d done? To know how many lives she’d put in danger? To know what she’d done to the timeline. Or what was left of it? How did he know he wouldn’t wake up that day and Brady was no longer a boy but suddenly twin boys? Or that he’d married Caitlin instead of Cadence and he hadn’t just finished some sort of an illustrious affair?

At the thought, Barry shook his head, sitting up. He raised his knees, prompting Cadence’s hand to drop from his lap, and he pressed his face into his hands. His cheeks were warm to the touch. He’d hoped he wasn’t getting sick from stress.

He replayed the conversation from before. How she, Alexis, his daughter, barged through the front door at baby Jenna’s party and explained herself, speaking rapidly and enthusiastically to Barry’s question of, “Who are you?”

Alexis smiled awkwardly at her father, placing her hand on her chest. She took in a deep breath to steady herself and said, “My name is Alexis. And I’m your daughter…” she looked to Cadence. “From the future.”

Brady nearly choked on his drink. He sputtered, turning to the side to spit a mouthful of soda to the wooden floor. Joe and Cecil were too stunned to reprimand him for damaging their floor. Brady sputtered, coughing before he finally managed to squeak, voice cracking, spitting it out and coughing hard. “You’re what?” He demanded, glancing at his mother, whose expression rivaled that of his step-father’s.

“Okay, uh...” Alexis ran her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes, collecting herself.

Barry took the moment to looked toward Cadence, who looked back at him eyebrows lowered, lips pressed hard together. She was angry, he could tell. Not enough for smoke to come from her ears, but angry. Barry blinked in surprise. There were many things to be in the situation; shocked, confused, curious, but not angry. She took her eyes from her husband when Alexis continued.

“Let me explain.” Alexis searched the sea of confused faces, looking for a friendly face. When she found none, she cleared her throat, wringing her fingers together. “I’m Alexis Nash-Allen and I’m the fastest woman alive. Where I’m from, 30 years from now, I’m the guardian of Central City. I’m a speedster.” She smiled at Barry, a smile filled with pride. “Just like my dad. People call me Overdrive.” She then paused and shrugged. “Or Flash Fire.”

At that, Cadence raised an eyebrow. Barry looked to her again. This time she was less angry and more curious. No, Barry understood now. She was watching Alexis closely, trying to determine whether she was telling the truth. He could see his wife’s eyes gently and subtly flicker back and forth over Alexis’s face hoping to find anything that’d prove her to be untrustworthy.

Alexis seemed not to notice as she continued. “Every day, I hope to live up to the legacy of the Flash.” She shrugged once more. “But I’ve still got a long way to go.” Silence punctuated the end of her speech. She looked at the sea of faces once more, smiling, giggling nervously.

Finally, Barry broke the silence. “You’re our daughter?”

“From the future?” Cadence asked to make sure.

“Named Alexis?” Barry continued.

Alexis smiled and nodded.

“Does anybody need a refill?” Cisco’s sudden and loud question broke the stunned silence that followed her admission. He jumped when all eyes turned to glare at him. “Just me?” He squeaked. “No one else?” He practically melted into the couch as he slouched. “A-are you sure? Okay, just me then.” He got up from the couch and headed towards the refreshments. He paused, glanced at Alexis, and grabbed a bottle of champagne, pressing it against his lips to take on a large, gulping swallow.

Alexis, on the other hand, continued to grin around the room. “Cisco Ramon,” she gushed. “Always cutting the tension with a well-timed joke.”

Caitlin finally came from her deep freeze as she listened to the future speedster. “You know our names?” She asked, voice soft with confusion.

“Of course!” Alexis replied. “I know all of you!” She gestured toward Caitlin and Ralph. “Caitlin Snow, my mom’s best friend. Ralph Dibny, my dad’s annoyance.” Ralph turned to Barry with a look that read ‘Really, Rookie?’ while Barry simply opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. Alex motioned to Joe and Cecile. “Papa Joe, Mama Cecile, Little Auntie Jenna, Uncle Wally, Aunt Iris, and of course.” She beamed at Brady. “My big brother, Brady!”

Brady paled, looking like he was about to pass out. He turned to Cadence, who looked back at him, their faces screwed up in identical expressions of confusion. He turned back to his future sister, looking at her suspiciously.

“And your nickname is…Overdrive?” Wally asked. His voice sounded curious, but hesitant. Almost as if he were trying to test her name roll off the tip of his tongue.

“Uh, not really.” Alexis waved a finger in the air. “I mean, it is. Sort of. Overdrive is what some of the people of Central City call me. But some others call me Flash Fire…after my mom,” Alexis said, casting Cadence a look out the side of her eye. “Because I’m also a fire meta.”

Caitlin’s head jutted forward at the casual comment. “I’m sorry, what? A what?”

Barry lifted his hand to cover his mouth, then let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. A speedster and a fire meta. A meta-hybrid. The first they’d ever come across. Just as Brady was the first half-meta any of them knew about.

Alexis ignored Caitlin and continued. “And, well, Overdrive makes sense. It’s sort of a nickname you guys gave me. Because, I always move so fast. I always move in overdrive. I’ve always been like that, overdoing things, getting in over my head.” She twisted her mouth to the side, kicking at the floor. “Like, recently. Like, when I helped you break, the STAR Labs satellite last night.” Barry’s eyebrows as his eyes widened. “I just couldn’t help myself from getting involved. But something happened when I did, because I can’t seem to go fast enough to open the speed force.”

Ralph loudly, made a disgusting sound that, maybe, could’ve sounded like someone clearing their throat. Jenna whimpered, her face scrunching up as Cecile quickly started to bounce her. Hoping to soother her cries. “Are we talking about actual time travel here?”

Iris groaned, tilting her head back. “Do you not ever pay attention to our briefings?” She demanded. “Even once? Even a little bit?”

“Wait a minute,” Wally interrupted. “You didn’t teach him about the Legends?”

“No one said anything about time travel,” Ralph pointed out.

At that, everyone started to speak at once, their voices rising over each other’s as they tried to get answers from each other and simultaneously ask questions. All the while, Alexis stood off to the side, smiling awkwardly, intermittently waving her hand and trying to raise her voice over the din that broke out.

It wasn’t until Jenna started to cry that everyone started to calm down. Cecile quickly leapt to her feet and left the room, bouncing Jenna up and down in her arms, cooing quietly as she went.

Alexis clenched her teeth as she grimaced. She waved her hands. ‘I’m sorry, I know how bizarre this must seem meeting your daughter from the future as an adult.” She turned back and forth from her parents to her brother as she spoke rapid-fire. “It wasn’t my plan at all. But I’m kind of stuck here now, and you’re the only ones who can help me so…maybe you know what to do?”

If we knew what to do, we wouldn’t be in this mess, Barry thought. Every time I’ve ever time traveled, I’ve never been stuck there.

“You’re forgetting about Flashpoint.”

If it were any time before, Barry would’ve been startled by Cadence suddenly speaking, voice soft with sleep. But since their powers merged, they’d seemed to read each other’s mind. Not to say it was an actual ability they had, but the hard work that’d paid off after having had to learn how to work together again once Barry’d come back from the Speed Force. A quick look in the heat of battle conveyed a game plan that they’d follow to the T. They didn’t have to look at each other before flinging themselves off a roof or into a dangerous situation knowing the other would be there in that split second of free fall.

They were a unified front, and in that moment, as Cadence turned and rested her chin on her cheekbone, pressing her elbow into her pillow, he truly felt it. He didn’t have to say anything about Flashpoint out loud, didn’t have to mention any of his thoughts about Alexis and the future, and yet she knew everything he was thinking.

“Flashpoint’s the only time you’ve ever been stuck somewhere,” Cadence reminded him. “Future or past.”

“That was by choice,” Barry reminded her. He took in a deep breath. “I decided to stay. Where things were…” he trailed off, thinking of the best way to explain himself. “Different,” he finally decided. Different, because, both of his parents were alive. He had the life he wanted. And, all the same, it was one of the worst lives he could ever had. His friends weren’t his friends, the love of his life didn’t know he existed, his powers were starting to fail. And the only way he’d gotten back was from trusting the person the hated the most in the world.

“Right,” Cadence agreed. Barry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Cadence let out a quiet sigh through her nose. She looked away for a moment. “I’m just saying it sounds weird.”

“What does?”

“All of it?” Cadence shrugged. “That she’s our daughter, that she’s from the future, that she’s stuck here. It all doesn’t make sense.”

Barry’s eyebrows furrowed even further. He looked her in the eye, searching for an explanation. She looked back at him. Silently prompting him it was his turn to speak his mind. He parted his lips, hesitated. Then rubbed at his eye. “Time travel is a tricky thing. Messing with the timeline…it can have some of the weirdest effects any of us, let alone a speedster, could imagine.”

At that, Cadence lifted an eyebrow. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, studying her husband. Almost in disbelief. “You believe that she’s stuck here?” Now it was Barry’s turn to shrug as he repeated, “Time travel is trick.” Cadence conceded that point, “Time travel is tricky, it’s dangerous, it affects a lot of things, but no one’s ever gotten stuck anywhere. Other than Eobard Thawne and the only reason he got stuck here was because his Tachyon device made it so he lost his connection to the Speed Force and it kept him stuck here. Alexis doesn’t seem to have that problem at all.”

“We don’t know that.”

“But it’s convenient, don’t you think?” Cadence insisted. “And you’re already saying she’s our daughter?”

“Did you see her? Yellow lightning like mine, a fire trail like yours? It’s definitely her.”

“But?”

“But, I agree with you, I think we need to send her back to her time.”

#answered ask #ask #nora west-allen #plot change #alexis nash-allen #riley responds #season 5 fic #darknightfrombeyond

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and could you do one where eliott, lucas + a few others play truth or dare (at a party maybe) and eliott gets dared to kiss lucas but he doesn't want their first kiss to be a dare and in front of so many people so he excuses himself and leaves to... idk smoke on the balcony or sth, lucas then maybe trails after him wanting to know what's so bad about kissing him bc it's just a kiss and doesn't have to mean anything ending in... idk? (them kissing!! yes!!) ♥🌹

okAY this was surprisingly harder than i expected it to be bc apparently idk these characters well enough to write them in a canon divergent setting alzhajxy but i hope you enjoy regardless!!

this,,, is also a litttllee longer than i had originally planned, but hopefully it makes up for the fact that this took me like a week to write.

(requests open)

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The first time Lucas plays Truth or Dare, he’s twelve and sleeping over at a friend’s house with a group of other boys who he knows in the way that one knows the school janitor. They talk in class, they play on the same sports team in PE, they all want to know which girls the rest of them have crushes on.

Lucas thinks it might be the go-to truth because it’s the only thing they have in common.

The dares are weak, and the truths even weaker, but it’s liberating. Giggly boys with clammy hands as they all blush into borrowed pillows, an expression of defiance, their first teenage rebellion occurs when they stay up passed one in the morning.

“So who do you have a crush on, Lucas?” one of the boy asks. The rest of them have simmered down by now, voices scratchy from all the yelling. Eyes press him to answer; to already have an answer.

“I don’t know,” Lucas says, because he doesn’t think he does. He’s never thought about it before, and now that he is, he can’t think of a single instance where a girl made him feel the way the other boys described as love.

“I don’t like anyone right now,” he settles on.

The rest of the boys all groan and laugh and call him lame, but by the morning they drop it, and Lucas pretends he didn’t spend the entire night wide awake; thinking about all the things that could be wrong with him.

–

The second time Lucas plays Truth or Dare, it’s at his very first house party, and he nervously shadows Yann the entire night. They’re fifteen, and their parents think they’re sleeping at each other’s houses, and Lucas tastes beer for the first time tonight and fucking hated it. He has no idea how people can drink that shit and enjoy it.

In the basement of the house, where Lucas and Yann find themselves by their second drink, there’s a group of teenagers sat lazily over couches and tables and floorboards. One of them looks to the stairs when she hears Lucas and Yann’s footsteps, and she smiles brightly before waving them over.

“Yann!” the girl says, and Lucas tries to remember if he should remember her.

“Hey!” Yann says easily beside him, sliding into an empty spot on the floor. Lucas follows wordlessly, suddenly very much interested in the taste of beer. “This is Lucas,” Yann nods to his best friend and Lucas is just happy that he indeed has never met this girl and didn’t just forget her name.

“Cecile,” the girl says. When she winks, Lucas pretends he doesn’t notice.

“We’re playing Truth or Dare,” she says simply, as a boy comes out of the bathroom, the brightness of the spotlight against the dim light of the room enough to make Lucas grimmise. The boy is drenched head to toe and is dripping water onto the floor. Another boy emerges from behind him, doubling over in laughter.

“Guys!” Cecile yells, “Yann and Lucas are joining us!” It’s met with cheering and clapping and more yelling and Lucas tries not to visibly cringe at the loudness.

In the third round, Lucas gets dared to play the piano in the corner of the room (he hadn’t even noticed it was there.) Lucas plays the beginning to one of his classical pieces until someone tells him it’s gay.

–

Lucas decides he doesn’t like Truth or Dare that night.

–

His house is loud the next time he plays Truth or Dare.

He calls it “his house” still, but he feels just as much a stranger here as he does in the house he grew up in. Empty now, without anyone living in it. Without anyone giving it life. Lucas suspects he wouldn’t even recognize it, if he went back.

“Truth!” Daphné yells, and Imane just smiles back at her.

“Oh come on!” Alexia complains, “You only ever pick truth!”

“Yeah, we wanna dare you to eat some weird shit or help paint the foyer or something.” Emma concurs. Daphné shakes her head, but she’s smiling still.

They’re all huddled around Lucas’s living room, papers of ideas and assignments for the foyer forgotten on the coffee table in favour of a few rounds of the elementary game before Mika comes home from work.

Lucas doesn’t know how he’s been grouped in with the girls. Or how he’s managed to become a member of the board. A manager of the foyer or whatever the fuck he is.

“Truth, truth, truth.” Daphné insists, and Lucas waits for one of the girls to ask her about her last one night stand or something.

“Why did you want to do this whole foyer thing, anyways?”

And that’s… not at all what Lucas is expecting. He almost sits up from where he’s slouched against the couch, his blanket nearly falling off the seat and into his lap.

This game, Lucas had thought, was a means of weeding out crushes and learning a little too much about people’s sex lives. With the occasional snapchat story of someone climbing a roof or getting covered in chocolate syrup. But mostly the former.

“I guess,” Daphné says, “I just want people to feel like they can belong somewhere.”

Lucas shoves his sheets back up behind him; thinks he understands what she means.

–

“Truth or Dare?” someone says, Lucas doesn’t care enough to figure out who.

He’s somewhere, not entirely sober but not entirely drunk. His friends aren’t here, and even if they were, Lucas suspects they wouldn’t be here. At this end of the house, with Eliott and a bunch of people from the third year. Lucas doesn’t recognize any of them. Doesn’t think some of them even go to his school.

Eliott is sitting next to him. Right next to him. Closer than he sat on that day Lucas went over to his house to get some beer and ended up staying for upwards of three hours. Their shoulders are pressed together and Lucas blames his less than usual level of sobriety for the fact that he lets them stay that way.

“Dare,” he hears Eliott say, and finally tunes back into the game.

“Alright, Recently Single,” the boy says teasingly, “kiss someone here.” He finishes, and Lucas feels his stomach drop to his knees. “Nothing better for moving on. Promise.”

The group of people Lucas hardly recognizes stare at Eliott expectantly, and Lucas expects Eliott to decline. To say ‘no,’ or ‘what are you, fucking twelve?’ or something, but when he looks up at him, Eliott is smiling.

“That’s stupid.” Eliott says, Lucas agrees.

“Kiss the guy you came with!” one of the girls yells. The crowd choruses, but Lucas doesn’t really hear them. Eyes blown wide, stomach now twisting and tying in knots, nevermind dropping.

He chances a look at Eliott again, but this time the other boy isn’t smiling. He’s standing up, face unreadable as he makes his way to the backdoor.

“Now that’s stupid,” he mutters, and then he’s gone. He’s good at that. Disappearing.

Lucas tries not to feel humiliated, he really does, but suddenly he feels very sober. Suddenly he is very very tired.

The rest of the group boo’s and complains and one girl even tries to pull Eliott back by his pant leg, but he twists away. So they shake it off and direct their Truth or Dare to someone else. Someone willing.

Their boo’s and complaints aren’t directed at Lucas, but it sure fucking feels like they are.

When Lucas excuses himself, downing the rest of his beer before standing to leave, the rest of the group doesn’t even notice him.

Eliott is leaning over the banister on the back patio when Lucas slides the door open. It’s colder and darker than when they arrived but Lucas isn’t going to be the type of friend to leave a friend at a party they came to together.

“Hey,” he says lamely, moving to lean his elbows next to Eliott’s. The backyard of this house is empty. Grass stretching out to a line of trees and beyond that what Lucas can only assume is another house. Lucas doesn’t know why he likes it so much. “You wanna leave?”

Eliott shrugs. Lucas nods.

“I hate Truth or Dare.” Lucas says to the trees. Eliott’s head lifts, but he doesn’t look at him, so Lucas continues. “It’s so fucked up, that they tried to make you kiss your friend just to get over your ex.”

Lucas stares at his hands, folding and unfolding over themselves.

“I don’t think that’s why they dared me to do it.”

Lucas feels something in his chest do something, but he pretends not to. “Yeah, they’re just trying to stir shit up.”

Eliott is quiet for a moment, so Lucas is, too.

“Do you think I don’t want to kiss you, or something?”

Lucas’s hands stop folding. “What?”

Eliott laughs humourlessly, eyes still trained in front of him. “Because I thought I’ve been very clear about that, at the very least.”

“I…” Lucas stares at Eliott’s face; at the side of Eliott’s face, suddenly feeling very sober. Eliott’s eyes are dark, cloudy and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching. Like he’s angry, but Lucas can’t imagine at what.

“Lucas,” Eliott says, finally turning his head to catch Lucas’s eyes, and when he does, Lucas wants nothing more than to look away.

His eyes are burning, pouring fire into Lucas’s veins as he smiles just a little bit at Lucas’s expression. They’re closer now than when Lucas first came out here, and he’s not entirely sure when that happened but it has, and Lucas has to fight the urge to just reach out and take because he’s afraid if he starts, he’ll take and he’ll take and he’ll take more than Eliott is willing to give.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of a crowd.” Eliott whispers, “I don’t want it to be on a dare.”

The word special briefly flashes in Lucas’s mind. Eliott is special and Eliott thinks he’s special and Eliott wants the first time they kiss to be special.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Lucas decides, “on a dare, or in front of a crowd.”

“No?”

“No.” Lucas is smiling a little, looking directly at Eliott, he thinks he’s on fire. He squeezes his hands into fists to keep himself from taking too much as he reaches over to press his smile into the side of Eliott’s cheek. “We have time.”

–

Next week, when they will flicker in and out of focus, in and out of light, Eliott will press their lips together, their bodies following, and Lucas will decide that Truth or Dare, while shameless and a bit shallow, isn’t the worst thing in the world, after all.

#skam france #skamfr #elu fic #elu #katie writes things sometimes #hopefully this is okay adoiah i didnt really have uhhh a plan lol #♥🌹 anon

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illkickyourbass · 5 years

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henlo. have an expanded Shining Quest AU.

to release some steam from my kettle of stress, have some noodling about a Shining Quest AU that’s less April Fool’s, more high-stakes high-fantasy, but still every bit as tropey, stuffed with otome trappings, and Yay Music as we’ve come to expect from Utapri

As with the last venture into this AU: not explicitly romantic, non-gendered MC, SFW, and mild CW for arranged marriages. I don’t know HEAVENS (plus they didn’t get canon classes for Shining Quest), so we’ll just be covering STARISH and Quartet Night!

It’s a fairly typical setup -- there’s a fantasy kingdom, there’s a useless king, there’s a princess (Haruka) known for her talent for music composition, there’s a court of nobles and royals, all that usual hey. Magic is cast by mastery of the arts, whether that be visual, performing, musical, written, you name it.

There’s a looming threat of some sort of demon king or similar fantasy anime bullshit that the royals and nobles of the kingdom are tasked with keeping at bay. We’re also gonna shamelessly borrow a detail from the pinnacle of wasted potential, the movie Rock and Rule -- there’s a plot point about how a demon can only be forced back with “the magic of one voice, one heart, one song....but there is no one.” Here in this ‘verse, that’s a longstanding prophecy the status quo has taken to mean there’s no-one who’ll ever be able to defeat the demon king.

The solution that’s been in place for as long as anyone can remember is a royal or noble family offers one of their heirs as a sacrifice to be married off and sate the demon king for that generation-- the “devil’s bride” or “devil’s groom” or “devil’s betrothed.” This goes pretty badly for the heirs, of course, but it offers great prestige to the house that does it.

You, the player, would get to pick what RPG class you fill (which would affect some dialogue trees and the expertise you demonstrate) and what art you use to cast magic. You are a member of the royal guard tasked with Haruka’s protection, but you’ve stumbled into the knowledge before it goes public: she’s the next devil’s bride! You go to Tomochika, a hired hand to the royals who’s been dating Haru in secret, and you begin to hatch a plan to bust Haruka out of the arrangement.

Your route’s then determined by which of the boys you seek out as your other co-conspirator.

Otoya is a fellow member the Royal Guard on Haruka protection detail. He’s equally resented and well-liked for his dauntless optimism and natural talent with swordsmanship, but it’s no secret that he’s not someone you’ll be trusting for expert strategy. He’s had the chance to become friendly with Haruka, and he’s ready to fight tooth and nail for her freedom! He’s classed as a warrior, who casts light-element attacks and healing spells with his music.

Masato was raised from birth to become an ideal Devil’s Groom, since the Hijirikawa nobles are falling out of favor in the courts (spurred in part from their takedown of the Kurosakis backfiring on them). But Masato has rejected that he (or Mai) will ever go along with that plan, instead intently training in swordsmanship and fusing music and fiber arts to make enchanted fabrics that work like armor. Quietly, he has kept a very ambitious goal in mind: outright defeat the demon king and end the legacy of the devil’s betrothed.

Natsuki is a natural genius at using both his voice and viola to communicate with creatures and summoning the cutest ones to absolutely wreck house. Though a humble farmboy who’s kind of out-of-touch with the political goings-on of his land, his talent was too great to go unnoticed forever, and he was invited to live among the high court as an entertainer and summoner. He got to make so many new friends (like the princess and you!) and better provide for his family, so he’s thankful every day for the change, even if he misses his animal friends at home!

Tokiya came from a humble family that wanted to lead a quiet life, but Tokiya himself had ambitions that far outpace that. Though not a natural talent, he put unimaginable sweat into a field that creates potent spells and tools by the power of song. Eventually becoming estranged from his whole family, Tokiya finds it all worthwhile after struggling his way into being hired by the royals. Much of the court thinks of him as a weird mad scientist who sings to his books, but he’s found fast friends he’d go to the ends of the earth for, like Masato, the princess, and you!

Ren is the inverse of Masato in his circumstance. Like the Hijirikawa noble family, the Jinguujis helped orchestrate the fall of the Kurosaki nobles, but the blowback had them falling out of favor instead of rising in power. Ren was planned to be offered as a Devil’s Groom to restore some clout, but instead of being intently groomed, he was left to do whatever he wanted since he’s got such a foregone future. So Ren becomes a carefree playboy, eventually taking his talent for alchemy and becoming a for-hire adventurer to sate his boredom. He tells everyone his saxophone is his secret to brewing his one-of-a-kind love potions, but he’s actually devised some uniquely remarkable revival and buffing potions.

Syo comes from the same backwoods as Natsuki, but took less interest in working for the courts and instead trying to find a career emulating his childhood hero that kept his body’s limits in mind. But his twin left to pursue medical schooling, and eventually, between loneliness, worry, and the promise that the musical magic and medicine in the courts could help him safely push his limits, he follows Natsuki into the belly of the royals and nobles. His small stature and commitment to the movement arts made him a natural rogue, and he’s technically part of the Royal Guard’s special ops. But Syo’s brashness and burning spirit tends to best serve motivating the people around him -- what few spells he prefers to cast with his violin-playing are all buffs that lift the spirit and energize the body.

Cecil came to this land on essentially a study abroad program and came to love the friends he made so much he stuck around! A wildly talented sorcerer able to cast even without playing his flute, Cecil is held in high esteem by the whole kingdom for the knowledge and skill he has to offer. Prone to disappearing, however, since a curse has him transforming into a cat as an occasional side effect of casting magic. He’s found this useful, though -- something injust he won’t stand for is afoot in this kingdom, and nobody suspects a little black cat of eavesdropping!

Reiji is a court jester who loves, loves, loves nothing more than to make you smile! Much of the court takes his good cheer for granted, and even more underestimate his prowess in tough/delicate situations, but the most powerful folks know he’s just as sharp as he is goofy. When he’s not doing his job making people smile, he’s often helping or promoting his family’s pub or bugging his friends from outside the royal court. His flashy performances and maraca-shaking have been shaped into a great conduit for spells of transmutation, though he tends to use them to put on a great show more than beat ass.

Ranmaru is the eldest son of the disgraced Kurosaki nobles (whose power and legacy were ruined by the Jinguujis and Hijirikawas as per usual) but he decided to bear the brunt of the damage in wake of his father’s passing to spare the rest of his family. Shouldering massive debt, Ranmaru disappeared and re-emerged as the gambler prince of the underground, now incredibly powerful in his own right. Not-so-secretly a big softie, he’ll swindle and ruin the lives of those who take advantage of the helpless, even operating out of a pub owned by an old couple that needed some protecting from loan sharks. Ranmaru wears special runed gloves that store mana when he plays his bass, letting him cast a set number of fire evocation spells before his next recharge.

Ai lives in woods on the outskirts of the city. Most regard him as a hermit, but a couple know that Ai is actually a homunculus that has been refining his understanding and performance of humanity and needs frequent breaks to “recharge.” Nominally a ranger, Ai’s skills lie in his powerful patience and observation moreso than his bow and arrow, though he and Reiji have an arrangement where he helps hunt and forage ingredients for the Kotobuki pub. Ai is beginning to grasp his own unique sense of humanity and is ready to take grander action to realize it. He fights with arrows of a special alloy that react to an instrument at home; they are tempered by the sound and blessed by the wind to never miss their target should the wielder be skilled enough.

Camus is an assassin that lives in shadow. Nobody’s quite sure of his intentions or allegiances, but the few times someone does see him in the open, he’s as haughty and demanding as ever. Rumor has it that he lives in the royal castle -- certainly, their enormously increased sweets output would imply such, and it’s well-known in the castle that unexplained cello music is usually his doing -- but he’s such an evanescent and terrifying presence nobody’s quite sure (and is too scared to ask). His assassinations are almost impossible to track, as his blades of ice melt, disappear, and leave no trail to follow.

Typical route stuff goes as you’d expect -- you progress the plot, you get closer to your chosen boy, some political intrigue things probably happen, some heart-racing events etc. etc., and before you know it the two of you are very close and realize that your arts cast wildly powerful magic when put together. Slowly, you gather more friends (a selection of the other boys + Haru and Tomo) and find that together, your work amplifies in power to unprecedented degrees. It’ll vary from route to route how you get there, but eventually, you all come to the same conclusion: it’s time to kick some demon king ass. And you do!

The ends vary from angsty (like the player or the chosen boy is mortally wounded or dies) or fairytale fluffy (go off and spend a happy life together) or something more power fantasy-feeling (like you and chosen boy revolutionize the whole kingdom for the better in wake of the demon king’s defeat), etc. -- but no matter what you know that your art + your boy + the power of friendship kicked more ass than anything Shining Kingdom has ever seen!

#shining quest au #shining quest #uta no prince sama #utapri #headcanons

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avillainess-blog1 · 5 years

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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

full name: Liliana Vess.

gender & sexuality: Female / Heterosexual. A little curious.

ethnicity & species: Dominarian in canon. Human with a splash of demonic magic for that unaging youthfulness.

birthplace & birthday: Vess Manor in the Caligo forest on the plane of Dominaria. Around 200 years ago, she doesn’t remember the specific date anymore.

guilty pleasures: Raising zombie armies to fight eldritch tentacle gods and timeless elder dragons. Controlling a social situation to make everyone around her as uncomfortable as possible. Moving Jace’s books around. Rarely, indulging in meaningless sexual relations that eventually gain meaning.

phobias & fears: She fears dying 100% the most more than anything. As much as she might not want to admit it, she’s afraid of Nicol Bolas, especially now that he controls her. Losing someone she cares about. It’s rare she comes by those, so losing them would be terrible for her. In a way, she fears the Raven Man, whatever he is. The chain veil as well. Its power is overwhelming and saps her strength and tugs at her sanity whenever she uses it, but using it is kind of like a drug.

what they would be infamous for: Liliana Vess is infamous for her necromantic abilities. She’s said to be one of, if not THE strongest necromancer in the multiverse. Infamously fashionable. Infamously insufferable to be around, some might say.

what have they/ would they be arrested for: Raising a zombie army and/or murder and/or throwing angels in the trash :/

character you ship them with: Jace Beleren is canon so definitely that one. Cecil!! Stinky husbando. That’s about it really. Liliana’s not the easiest to ship. Always up for trying, though 8)

character most likely to murder them: Nicol Bolas, Jace Beleren or herself tbh. Bolas is kind of obvious. He holds her demonic contract now and if she disobeys him in any way, she’ll just straight up die no questions asked. Jace because they’ve kind of set up the story now where they’re on opposite sides, however reluctant Liliana is. It seems there might be a final throw down and the two of them might have to fight! How dramatic. And herself is probably the most likely in my opinion. She constantly pushes herself and uses more and more power when she needs to and I think it would be poetically beautiful for that to be her end. If written correctly, of course.

favorite book genre: Horror stories I’d imagine. Maybe some nonfiction like history or a memoir of some kind.

least favorite book cliche: Anything to do with the romance genre probably.

talents & / or powers: Necromancy! Raising the dead mostly. Talking to spirits, the ability to rot something in seconds, including the mind. Summoning shades and ghouls and geists and the like. Spooky things, ya know. As well, she can straight up fire blasts of death magic at people. She has the power of the chain veil as well which just amplifies all these abilities. Talented in the art of making people not like her. The power of making bad life choices. One of the best manipulators you’ll meet. Lies like breathing.

why someone might love them: Purely physical. She’s very beautiful and will stay that way for the foreseeable future. A love at first sight kind of deal maybe. Someone might love her because she manipulated them into it. That’s kind of what she did with Jace in the beginning, but I doubt she had any intention of letting it get that far or gaining feelings herself. Or, someone might love her because they’re able to see past the insane amount of walls she puts up to protect herself. If they can somehow manage to get close to Liliana, they’ll learn she’s not as terrible as she sometimes makes herself out to be. She’s beautiful, confident in herself, independent, smart and resourceful. She speaks well and has a good head on her shoulders for the most part. She’s been hurt and fucked over by the multiverse one too many times, that’s all.

why someone might hate them: Oh, plenty of reasons. She’s full of herself, lies like theres no tomorrow, will manipulate you at some point. She loves herself more than anyone else and will always, ALWAYS, put herself before you like 99.99% of the time. You might think she’s doing something nice for you but she’s really doing it so you’ll owe her later. As well, necromancy is generally pretty frowned upon in most corners of the multiverse and she’s not shy about her powers. Liliana likes commanding the conversation and is not above making someone else look like a fool in any situation. She’s not the easiest to get along with. She knows how to hurt with words and she uses it all the time.

how they change: Over the course of the last few years in terms of Magic story (not sure how much time has passed for them), Liliana has changed a whole bunch. Like, it’s mind boggling to be honest. While it has been all for pretty selfish reasons, Liliana has not only helped others, but the entire multiverse by getting rid of the last Eldrazi. She joined the Gatewatch and made an oath to protect the multiverse from threats. She made friends! Even if there was a big misunderstanding and they kind of don’t trust her and stuff, they still care about her! Gideon of all people I think cares about her the most. A white, good aligned planeswalker caring about a black mana loving, morally fucked necromancer. And he doesn’t care about her because she manipulated him into it! He knows about all her bullshit but he chose to help her anyway. And Liliana has really gone out of her way to help all of them. Yes, she had her own reasons, but she still did it which is much more than she was doing before. I think she’s made leaps and bounds all things considered over the last few years of Magic story.

why you love them: All of the reasons stated above. Why people love her, why people hate her, how she’s changed. I love all of it. I love all of her. She’s brilliant, misunderstood, trying to keep hold of her humanity. Necromancers are cool as fuck and she’s the best one. She looks her problems in the face and says fuck you I make the rules. She’s been through so much pain and has come out better and stronger for it. She keeps going, no matter what. She’s strong, gorgeous, makes bad decisions but always finds a way out. I could go on for days ugh. I love her so much. SO MUCH. So fucking much. I’ll never not love her. In many ways, I aspire to be like her. Liliana Vess is my favorite character in anything I think.

TAGGED: @bloodthrrsty i think? this is old.

TAGGING: do it if you wanna

#⊰ ; DEATHBRINGER. CORPSETALKER. SPIRITRIDER. ; ⊱ ` Liliana Vess #⊰ ; DEATH. UNDEATH. AGE AND DECAY. ; ⊱ ` Headcanon #i love writing about her #gosh #so beautiful #so classy #so morally fucked #my love

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Let’s answer this

If someone asked me RIGHT NOW “Where are you in terms of UtaPri and the fandom?” That is arguably the most complicated question I would ever have to answer...and I took World Culture in High School!

Okay let’s be serious UtaPri is legit one of the few franchises that tests me mentally in the sense of Figuring out Broccoli’s next move with Merch What they could do gamewise What is going to happen with the Anime Information on other projects (Shining Masterpiece/Theater ,DVDs ,Stage shows etc.) What the next step in the universe would be as a whole with the different units and COULD THEY CREATE MORE...I never discussed this one but its something I had been thinking about Its also one of the few that has allowed me to mess with the Canon and treat groups that might not have been treated fairly and write them in ways that I enjoy...matter of fact SPOILER TIME but one of the next fic works coming this month is my yearly Birthday concert but with a twist that you’ll see for the first time when the birthday comes up. It HAS also been one of the more frustrating fandoms lately that I have been in/dealt with and I’m not going to bullshit it anymore. History Lesson So back in 2013 (and more specifically near the end of it I discovered a gif of one of the characters from the series...at the time I had no idea who it was and ,if you remember, Tumblr made an update that hid the tags unless you went in the post on a person’s blog (generally the OP) and found out what it was. In this case it was Ren Jingugji of STARISH whom I found out was voiced by Junichi Suwabe. That name sounded familiar and I discovered he was in BroCon as the brother Kaname whom was a Monk (and also a womanizer...there’s a comho) (Also if I got the occupation for Kaname wrong I apologize. I could have sworn that was his occupation but its been a while since I watched the series so forgive me on the mistake if there was one) Well after this discovery about UtaPri I went and looked it up on my favorite website (okay second...ANN is first anymore) in Wikipedia and I discovered it was a Otome/Visual Novel game and that intrigued me...what intrigued me more was researching some of the characters and at the time legit five intrigued me Natsuki Shinomiya of STARISH and the whole of QN QN was interesting because ,since I was just discovering UtaPri at this point, I knew jack about them...but I wanted to see what I could learn about them from observation/ Legit the ONLY SPOILER I retained at the time was that Ai was programmed with the memory of Aine or something of that effect...again its been a good while. Season 1 I watched through DVD and if you go through this blog you will see that I did two different blogs on that and Season 2. When I did Season 2 that was through the site crunchyroll and I remember at the time I was talking with someone using the “Fan Mail” option (hey tumblr staff bring that back will ya...I actually liked that option) and before I got to Season 2 someone had told me about Camus. The reason for this was because I mentioned (at the time) I despised Ren’s character for being a womanizing playboy that didn’t give a s**t about being an idol. Now yes that was actually wrong but it was the thing I remembered from my first watch through (which was when the conversation with the tumblr user occurred). Before we discuss Season 2 you have to know this. Because I knew at the time info would be readily available on the “initial 6″ (Cecil wasn’t in STARISH yet) legit the only one I remembered reading about was Natsuki and originally I thought I was going to enjoy his character...matter of fact for anyone that wants to know that doesn’t from S1 the “Best Boy” spot was something like this Tokiya (before Cecil has {BEEEEP]) Cecil And once the Season was rewatched it was Ren after realizing the crap he not only went through in Season 1 but then later in Season 2 HOWEVER Once Season 2 came about and QN was introduced anyone that knows me knows that my faves showed up in Ai and Camus (and also Ran)...Reiji I never could really embrace and I have TRIED! Something about him I just can’t get with. (I know I know...I can’t deal with him but I have no issue with Myu right? Yeah I’ve been working on that one for over 4 years and it ain’t easy) So Season 2 was ON FIRE! Legit all of the songs I could kind of embrace (I legit replayed Crystal Time all day for like 3 weeks straight if I remember...might have been shorter but it was a murderous loop trust me) and the story (for the most part) was a very light and funny tone from what I remembered. Yeah there were the “heavy” moments but you didn’t want to have a nervous breakdown after the episodes ended...that was me in Season 4 when Episode 11 happened BUT ANYWAYS Season 2 was ALSO the introduction of the “Renegade Princes” in HEAVENS and around this time they were just a trio (June 6th would be the airdate and the “official” birthday of HEAVENS I guess? I think some use the 27th of June so its funny) and I was like most people. I wanted them to fall on their ass and never be seen again so we could get to the STARISH/QN part of the story (cos I legit watched the SSX OVA like 50 times and can damn near recite that fucker word for word if I remember scenes hard enough...I think it was the first time I saw Myu with glasses too!) Now here was the thing about HEAVENS AT FIRST I was like the fandom like “Look at these jackasses. All they want to do is start shit and cause problems for STARISH so they need their ass beat” and well they did lose and I think I remember the first time being REALLY HAPPY about it but I think around the second time I THINK (and I would have to go back through my notes) I was less harsh on them. I know by the time I got to their debut episode (and I finished it) a THIRD TIME I had no issues with them left...then again this might have been during the space between Season 3 and 4. Actually...yeah the third watch was between Season 3 and 4 cos I wanted to see how the “Original Trio” acted and then I would compare that with the “new boys” later. If I remember right (cos I am trying to NOT rewrite history) when I first saw the “Fully Powered” HEAVENS The one I probably took the most issue with was Van (sorry @baku5ds) but it was because he reminded me of Ren from Season 1 and I wanted to deck his ass...still kind of want to punch him then for acting like a knob but he’s aight now! Season 4 was going to be an interesting time for me See before Season 4 started I remember asking people how they thought the season was going to go and they thought it would go like this HEAVENS would lose (well they were initially DQ’d so kind of right) and then it would be down to STARISH and QN with HEAVENS as background characters (which is what they were in Season 3 cos we didn’t see them again till the new 7 showed up). When we found out it was going to be duets between STARISH and HEAVENS it became interesting for me because remember this: Because I watched legit the initial debut for the Trio (and their subsequent loss) twice a part of me wanted to see what Broc would do FOR THEM because I personally had kind of “been there/done that” with STARISH and I learned as much as I could for three seasons and dealing with their personalities...nothing wrong with that but after a while you need to interject new characters to freshen up a series. One thing I remember being asked was basically this “How can you like HEAVENS when you don’t know about them?” (That’s not the question verbatim but considering this question was on skype legit now over 2 years old I dunno if I can find it again) We have to remember that around the time of Season 2 (when I watched it) I legit only remembered Ai’s part of the wikipedia entry so...why should I have liked QN? I really DIDN’T read the STARISH part of the wikipedia entry so why have liked them? See the way I work as a fan is through observation and I see what I see and then make my judgements based on that. I STILL think that the School staff was borderline antagonistic (all of them and that includes Shining) and when STARISH officially got to debut with Nanami as the composer I smiled cos in the end the “bad guys” (even if they really weren’t) “got theirs” What I got legit curious about was this during Season 4 Even if my opinion and a STARISH fan’s opinion on HEAVENS never matched up could we have that civil discussion to say “okay you don’t like them that’s cool but please respect that I do” We all know about the “3 weeks of hell” and I won’t relive those but those were the WORST 3 weeks of my life. I legit think I damn near had a headache that lasted that entire stretch I was that annoyed cos I could legit see the story in front of me but everyone else was like “Nah fam...that ain’t true” then HEAVENS lost in the Triple S after their perseverance of dealing with “Daddy’s bulls**t” and I don’t know if I was more annoyed about that or the prior weeks with the “EiiOto Mess” and the rest of the duet project cos in my head I knew one part of the fandom would be THRILLED while the other would be annoyed...I think anyone that knows me knows where i was to the point someone made a stalk account on twitter to try and get on me...didn’t work cos I know how to block people! ANYWHO! I’m going to try and keep the rest of this brief af...I say try so we won’t go over 6th stage (and how I thought that was a trainwrck...maybe I was too harsh back then to be honest) but I do want to discuss this Whenever I hear (and others I know) that “HEAVENS’ role is only to make STARISH better” I half ass chuckle because if we are talking about groups to make STARISH BETTER well...there was QN and then STARISH was again kind of like “Nah fam” and we know what happened. I dunno that I am annoyed with the fanbase...matter of fact I can almost tell you flat out I’m not but if I had a gripe with the “Western/International” base it felt more like at times y’all didn’t want there TO BE fans of the “Renegade Princes” because I know a friend of mine made a VERY INNOCENT post when it came to Shining Live and HEAVENS and they asked “What would the HEAVENS fans want in Shining Live for them” and I remember the Anons and how they were kind of rude...not a good way to grow a fanbase kids. Let’s be clear on this and I’m going to try and make this brief I don’t hate STARISH nor their fans I don’t hate QN or their fans (obviously I am one) I’m more frustrated because you see when you are someone like me who IRL dealt with a lot of s**t and was an underdog his whole life I always root for them...I want to see that upset! I think I would have enjoyed STARISH’s story a bit more IF they showed that they could “take it on the chin” one time and then go “Okay we lost that round...let’s give it hell next time!” I know they technically COULDN’T do that with the story they were telling but don’t you think that Suwabe right? He worked on KnB and he could have said “Well look...in this series my school beat the main school (Seirin) and then they came back eventually and beat us...couldn’t we do something like that?” Irony before anyone says anything is he ,SuzuKen ,Kishow ,OnoD ,to a lesser extent Shimono and Tatsun (might have been more...I think Toriumi was on Suwabe’s team) all knew what happened but I think because of certain issues they HAD to write UtaPri where STARISH was basically unstoppable...best guess It gets frustrating sometimes to be a fan of the series (less so for me now that I play on the JP account more full-time now) and you want...really all of the groups to do well but you know you really want your group to do well. It also somewhat gets upsetting when you ask people “Would you watch a season that was just HEAVENS?” and then they tell you they would skip it...never mind that you watched effectively 2 full seasons of the “main group” but EYYY I dunno I think I get agitated and I know there are others that do too. I would NEVER just turn my back on the franchise because I love it but I think I just wish that HEAVENS got repped well on this site and even facebook better than I feel like they do. I think sometimes they will never get this “stigma” of being an “antagonist” off of them and that sucks...but for some people the “first impression is the one that lasts” so I can’t fault that anymore I guess In closing I don’t think I could ever leave UtaPri behind but all I want is what is best for my boys and hopefully their day is coming very soon Au Revoir!

#Amisbro #uta no prince sama #My Thoughts as a UtaPri fan #HEAVENS #uta no prince-sama

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Christmas with the Newlyweds | A westallen x parkwest fanfiction

For @inksmudge on her birthday!! Happy Birtheday, hun!! You’re amazing and deserve everything!!!

(I’m really cutting it close here, but it’s still in before midnight, so it still counts in my book!! lol. I hope you enjoy it, dear! - And everyone else too!!)

*Big thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing on such short notice & getting it back to me just in time! You’re awesome!!

Synopsis: 4x09 - Canon Divergent - The Christmas Party goes as planned with no arrests and no interruptions, except for a couple surprise visitors.

Rating: General Audiences

Romantic Pairings: Barry & Iris, Wally & Linda

Settled at the kitchen, her ankle pleasantly brushing up against her husband’s knee, Iris took in the surroundings. It was a shame Cecile – and Wally – couldn’t be here to experience it, but there was so much joy and happiness humming in the air. After the tension of the last couple days, after fretting about how she’d let her levelheadedness as a leader swamp every nerve ending in her body that screamed at her – what if? What if Barry doesn’t make it? What if you made the right call but you lost the love of your life all over again and this time he couldn’t be brought back? What if???

But the familiar rush that tossed her hair about and sent chills racing down her spine returned to her as if it had never left. And there he was – tired, exhausted, but all Barry. All hers and back in her arms. He was barely letting go, but she needed to just hold onto him for a while, to breathe in his scent, feel the warmth of his body holding her too, and forget all her worries. Because she almost lost him, but she hadn’t.

And now they were at a Christmas party with almost everybody they loved. Ralph is questionably pleasant, but she wouldn’t let herself be bothered by that. Even Dominic was a welcome addition. She smiled to herself, counting her blessings. Even the mystery of why there had been no counter attack from Devoe could be dismissed tonight. It was Christmas, her first Christmas as a wife – and in this moment, she couldn’t be happier.

“What?” she heard Barry say and flicked her eyes in his direction.

“Hmm?”

His sappy, incredibly sexy grin made her feel hot all over, a feeling which miraculously subsided when she remembered there were people no more than a few feet away.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, nudging her foot a little with his leg.

She bit her bottom lip, smiling.

“Just thinking how lucky we are.” She reached her hand across the table. Barry met it halfway and intertwined their fingers. “How happy I am.”

He pulled their hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“Me too. And it’s only going to get better.”

She had to look away after a while because the pure adoration in his eyes was almost overwhelming. Her gaze fell to his ring finger when he set their hands back on the table, and she felt her heart leap into her throat.

“What?” he asked again, a teasing lilt to his voice as he smiled at her.

“It’s nothing. I just…”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting.

“I can’t believe we’re finally married,” she admitted, her eyes shining. “This is our first Christmas together as a married couple and God, that ring looks really good on your finger.” She gave a short laugh, aware that she was gushing over such a simple thing.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, lifting her hand and angling it so her rings could be seen. “Your wedding band doesn’t look too shabby either.”

She rolled her eyes, fighting a smile.

“That’s different. I’ve had this diamond on my finger for months. You’ve had time to get used to it. Adding a wedding band to it shouldn’t come as big of a surprise to you. Your ring on the other hand…is new to me.”

Barry laughed. “Used to it?” He shook his head. “Iris, I am never going to get used to the fact that you’re my wife.”

Iris felt the shivers run up and down her spine as he said that word.

“You say it so nonchalantly.” She looked away again, bashful even though she had no need to be. Barry practically quoted romantic soliloquys to her in his sleep. “As if-”

“It’s not the reason stars burn bright and time stands still?”

She lifted her gaze to his. “Isn’t it, though?”

Barry’s eyes softened, and he started to lean in. Iris could already feel the press of his lips and the warmth of his breath before he’d descended far enough to touch her.

The moment their lips brushed, there was a knock on the door. Regretfully they turned to see who it was, and everyone else broke from their conversations out of mild curiosity as well.

“Oh my God, Wally!” Iris immediately sprang to her feet and crossed the room, engulfing her brother in a ginormous hug the second she spotted his face as he walked through the door. Joe barely had a chance to get his hello in before his daughter interrupted.

“Hey, Iris,” Wally gushed in return. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“I thought you were in Cambodia,” Joe said when Iris finally released her brother.

“I was,” he confirmed. “But, I, uh, met someone there.”

A devilish glint shone in Joe and Iris’ – and to be fair everyone’s – eyes as Wally started to babble.

“She…” He cleared his throat. “She-”

“She thought,” the pretty woman pushed past him from on the step behind him, “that this boy had better see his family for the holidays, since she hadn’t seen them in a while either.”

Iris’ jaw dropped. Barry’s slow stride suddenly sped up a little, just as shocked as the rest of them.

“I don’t get it. Who’s this?” Ralph asked in the two-second silence.

“Oh, my God, Linda?!” Iris pushed her brother aside, nearly causing him to fall over as their dad caught him in his arms. “What were you… You were in Cambodia?!” She pulled back from the crushing hug. “How did you – wait.” Suddenly everything clicked. “Are you and my brother—”

“Together?” Linda let the single word hang in the deafening silence as the surrounding guests waited with baited breath. Her eyes shifted over to a bashful yet proud Wally standing in the corner. “In a manner of speaking,” she allowed.

Harry slowly walked up between them.

“You do know that he just got out of a very serious relationship…”

“Harry-” Joe warned.

“With my daughter,” he continued, tuning the older West out.

The tension was so thick in the room, Iris couldn’t decide whether to defend her brother or Linda or even Harry on Jesse’s behalf.

“So did I,” Linda retorted.

“What?” Barry and Iris asked simultaneously.

“With who?” Cisco demanded, having re-emerged into the house when he saw Wally and Linda walking up the front steps from the street outside.

“Does it matter?” She raised an eyebrow daringly.

Cisco’s eyes squinted but he said nothing.

“You have a vibing girlfriend who just sent you a sex cube, Cisco,” Caitlin muttered under her breath.

“I’m aware of that,” Cisco said defensively. “I was just asking who-”

Joe closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his forehead before moving out of the cluster of individuals towards the kitchen.

“I need some ‘nog,” he said, heading straight for the mug that he decided had his name written all over it.

Harry stayed glaring at Linda for a while before she finally matched his pointed stare with one of her own.

“We’re taking it slow,” she said, genuine in her response, not in her tone. “I’m no more interested in jumping into something that might very well crash and burn than he is, I assure you. And I would be happy to meet your daughter at any time, since Wally has done nothing but talk fondly of her.”

Harry relaxed some, glanced over at Wally, then back at Linda.

“I’m happy for you two,” he suddenly said and headed in the direction Joe had gone.

Linda looked at Wally for an explanation, but he shrugged helplessly, so she turned to Iris who quickly looped her arm around hers and tugged her across the room.

“Tell me everything about Cambodia,” she gushed, looking pointedly over her shoulder at Wally as they walked farther away. “You’re next.”

Wally pointed to his chest, a degree of fear reverberating there.

“Me? What did I-”

“Come on, man,” Barry said, saving him and squeezing his shoulder from the other side. “Sit by the fireplace with us. It’s way better than whatever they have in Cambodia.”

Wally laughed and nodded. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do that.”

Barry grinned, more of his pearly whites shining through when the door opened once again to reveal and unexpected by warmly embraced Cecile and Joanie Horton. That entrance really boosted up Joe’s mood, and in no time Harry was borderline terrorizing Joanie on what she planned to do with her future, surprising them all when she said simply, “I’m thinking something scientific.”

Later she responded to Iris’ questing for a more specific position in the scientific field, “Oh my God, I hate science.” Iris almost spit out her eggnog. “But that guy would not shut up. What was I supposed to do? Endure lectures about my future all evening. On Christmas?”

Iris stifled her laughter. “No, of course not. Never on Christmas.”

Joanie didn’t catch the sarcastic undertones, and in a minute she was gone to pour herself the much coveted eggnog on the kitchen table. The complaint of why her grandmother’s eggnog hadn’t been made was immediately dismissed when she tasted the recipe that apparently had come straight from Ralph’s family going back several generations.

“We are going to be drunk,” Joe said, staring down into the beverage that likely contained more alcohol than anything else.

Iris laughed to herself and traveled to Barry a while later after catching up with Wally and Linda.

“Hey, Handsome,” she cooed, landing as solidly on his lap as he had before.

She felt his hand cup her ass and smiled without saying a word. His next words melted away the amusement buzzing inside her.

“Hello, Wife.”

“God, I love hearing you say that.” She started to lean in.

“Oh yeah?” he whispered when she was a breath away.

“Yeah.” She nodded, silencing him a moment later with a kiss.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Joe cleared his throat loudly.

They parted and looked up to find everyone suddenly staring at them.

“Keep it PG, would you?” Joe said. “I don’t want to send you two home too. You’re family.”

“I came back!” Cisco interjected, but it was ignored.

“We’re newlyweds,” Barry defended.

Iris wiggled her finger and gushed as her husband held his hand up to showcase his own ring.

“Iris West-Allen, remember, Dad?”

Joe tried to remain strong, but softened a little under the reminder. He managed to point a finger at them accusingly.

“PG,” he repeated and walked back into the kitchen.

“I think it’s cute,” Linda said from her position squished beside Wally in a massive chair. “Flaunt that all you want.”

Iris laughed. “Actually, I have an idea.”

“Oh?” Barry raised his eyebrows, simultaneously curious and amused.

“Mhmm.” Iris managed to get to her feet and lead him across the room away from most of the guests. She stopped right exactly beneath the mistletoe Ralph had thankfully managed to place amidst his many decorations.

“Oh…I see, Mrs. West-Allen. Very clever.”

Her eyes glittered. “Thank Ralph.”

“Hey, nooo,” the taller, annoying man whined, but they paid it no mind.

Iris grabbed onto the collar of her husband’s shirt and pulled his down to her, thrilling in the way he cupped her face, sunk his fingers into her hair, and kissed her as if no one was watching.

“PG,” she whispered when he tried to stick his tongue into her mouth.

He sighed regretfully, but nodded. “Later.”

Her eyes glinted mischievously as she lowered herself from up on her tiptoes and clasped their hands together, rejoining the crowd settling down to open Christmas presents.

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#backtothestart02 fanfiction #westallen #parkwest #fanfiction #for inksmudge #canon divergent #the flash 409 #fluff #romance #humor

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Welcome to Night Vale is trending at #1 in 2023

Us 2013 tumblr girlies are really living, eh?

#welcome to night vale #ive said it before but people not knowing wtnv makes me feel old #oh to be young and queer and stumble upon a funky little gay podcast about a horiffic and absurd little town #i remember the days before cecil had a canonical last name #so tumblr just gave him the jonathan sims treatment #aka called him cecil baldwin (the voice actor's name)#wtnv #cecil palmer

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marcomardon · 7 years

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rewatch recap 2x10 and 2x11 under a cut because the chat was insane and the recap took me more than my estimated half an hour

we just began and already we have failed this rewatch

malcolm "i'm not drunk enough for this" merlyn

eye contact while drinking

malcolm's starting the drinking game already

legion of evil husbands: a group name approved by barrowman himself

drinking game: take a drink anytime of of them insults the others

drink every time they would have resolved their problems if they called team flash

Dr. Damien Dahrk: Dentist Extraoridnaire

lots of yelling about "go ask team flash"

martin going straight to the pastries at jitters (he might need a dentist)

team flash was probably in jitters that day and yet

"huh I wonder who can help us with our speedster problem. Deff not the speedster"

"Wait... didn't this episode air the same time as like Untouchable CALLING IT NOW. THE WESTALLEN FAMILY IS ACTUALLY UP STAIRS THIS VERY MOMENT MEETING CECILE'S DAUGHTER"

us @ damien and malcolm: now kiss #merlarhk

"Imagine all 3 of them crammed into the time bubble"

"doesn't it only have one seat? who has to sit on whose lap"

"Damien you're elbowing me in the ribs AGAIN"

"my question is how they knew the vault number but not the fucking passcode like if the number was on the tooth wouldn't the passcode be there too?"

speedstercam

the wally and rival pics are from flashpoint, jesse was indoors, jay hasn't been seen yet by the public, eliza's picture was in the cortex

the bank guy should be a lot more concerned

"y'all have like 10 pictures of people from alternate universe but no pictures of eobard"

"Nothing says League of Assassins like guns."

get consent before you attach things to gideon

a discussion of lily ships

mick: but that's none of my business bye

mick: #later u fake bitch buh byeeeeeee

#lilyforlegends2k17

“how many times have they insulted each other since this scene began”

“they never stopped”

you know I literally love how theyre actually trying to kill each other

#thecouplethatsparstogetherstaystogether

"summarize legends of tomorrow in a few words: daddy issues (the musical)"

i don't remember this context

*war flashbacks of Eddie*

eddie should have been prometheus and tommy as savitar

the list of people we want on legends increases: lily, lisa, nyssa

new drinking game: every time the legion says "time" in the bank vault

sinister whooshing

"stop running" Eobard: ??????

eobard: but then when will we go to big belly burger together

*dramtic screaming* a summary of eobard thawne

"wait are we suggesting that damien needs to clean up black flash's mouth"

lily: do i have to listen to him if i was an accident

lily stein appreciation chat

"I like how biting nails is the worst thing malcolm thinks of"

"GoldenLily, the OTP of girls that appeared in only 3 episodes and made the best impact and deserves the best"

rip the ripper

red coat rip

dramatic evil christmas music

gideon: i can kill you all lol

axel!

"thawne and his buddies"

"a moment of silence for Nate's fake ass ponytail"

jax appreciation episode. everyone loves him. everyone respects him. co captain.

the 1 forest path in dctv, used in at least 4 episodes this season

"hello sara *5 seconds later* goodbye sara"

mick somehow managed to find chocolate (or he brought it)

how does ray's voice project from so small? acoustics don't work like that

nate: i'm cold

amaya: lol wimp

"jax invented home alone"

jax's flashlight works (it's glow sticks)

nate, amaya, this is ... not the time

mick: i'm guilty of much more than that, don't lump me in with people who follow orders

amaya keeps her necklace on

*insert animal in bed joke*

washington: are you really so anxious to die?

mick: lol yes

au where rip actually recruited jax to the legion

having to actually look up the definition of fop

take a shot every time someone says misfit or outcast

"headcanon that Amaya is Vegetarian, or her diet reflects the last animal she had used the spirit of"

take a shot for every bad guy monologue

*snare drumming intensifies*

i would say it was a fire hazard to have that many candles but mick is the team's main fire hazard

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA: HAVE YOUR SECOND DEATH (Sara's canon birthday is December 25th)"

they're.. actually glowsticks.

sara: you know what day it is jax?

sara: it's my birthday!

sara: and my rerebirthday!

sara: 🎉

sara: oh right jax, no killing on my birthday slash rerebirthday.

jax and rip: ????

sara is both 30 and 10 months

mick deserves better friendships

au where martha washington got the "love letter" and rebellion plans and became the first president

mick the all american hero

"where's stein?" "lighting his menorah"

#lvp 15 #legendsviewingparty #lot 2x10 #lot 2x11 #holy shit guys

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aerithflowermaiden · 7 years

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Cloud and Aerith and the Recurring Patterns in Final Fantasy Romances

Final Fantasy romances have multiple patterns that are recurring across the series. These patterns which are shown below are not solid evidence that proves the romances are official since each Final Fantasy is a separate story; however, there is a misconception that Clerith is not a romantic pairing and that Cloti is in fact the canon couple from FFVII along with Zerith which was canon in the past. However, as one can see below Clerith in fact also shares promises, is a warrior/mage pairing, share prominent moments below the starry night sky and stars as well as the moon and have officially been shown to share revelations of mutual feelings from Square Enix’s official Ultimanias alongside the other canon FF couples that also have these same patterns. Enjoy the list!

Promises

Zack and Aerith- Taking Aerith to see the sky with him, going to sell flowers under the sky together, returning to see her

Zack: I have an idea! One day, I’ll take you to see a beautiful sky, the real sky. It’s not frightening at all. I know you’re gonna love it.

Aerith: When you come back from your assignment, let’s go sell flowers under the sky together. Aerith: I won’t be afraid, if you’re with me. Zack: Yes, I’ll go with you. That’s a promise.

Zack: Okay. I’ll come visit. Aerith: I’ll be here. Zack: I’ll see you, I promise.

Cloud and Aerith – Agrees to be her bodyguard, take her on the Highwind

Aerith "Say, Cloud. Have you ever been a bodyguard? You DO do everything, right?"

Cloud "Yeah, that's right."

Aerith "Then, get me out of here. Take me home."

Cloud "OK, I'll do it... but it'll cost you."

Aerith "Well then, let's see..."

Aerith "How about if I go out with you once?"

Aerith "Cloud, are you there?"

Cloud "Aerith!? You safe?"

Aerith "Yeah, I'm all right."

Aerith "I knew that Cloud would come for me."

Cloud "Hey, I'm your bodyguard, right?"

#111 “Sanctuary of amusement” FFVII Art Museum card The Planet’s largest amusement park is run by Dio. Cloud and company visit this place many times in their battle. They meet Cait Sith here. A promised date that ends in a magical night. In the city of desire that floats above the sands, the light memory of the two people is asleep even now... (??!!)

マッチョな園長ディオが運営する世界最大の遊戯場ゴールドソーサー。クラウドたちは戦いの合間に何度もこの地を訪れた。ケット・シーとの出会い。チョコボスクエアで繰り広げられた数々のデッドヒート。そしてマジカルナイトの夜に果たされたデートの約束…。砂上に浮かぶ欲望の城に、二人の淡い想い出は今も眠る…。

「あなたの中に彼を見ていた…　でも、ちがうの。今は、ちがう…。ね、クラウド。私、あなたを探してる」（デートの最後、観覧車に乗った時のエアリスの言葉）.

Aerith "Hey, Cloud. Did you see the Airship at Junon?"

Cloud "...I heard it was big, but I didn't expect it to be THAT big."

Aerith "That was REALLY something." "Hey, do you think I could get on it?"

Cloud I'll take you someday.

Cloud "...keep hoping."

Aerith "Wow! I'm really looking forward to it!" "Let's ride the Airship together, OK? Promise, promise me!"

Squall and Rinoa – Promising to meet at the flowerfield

Squall: “How about this… I’ll be here…” Rinoa: “…Why?” Squall: “The reason why you couldn’t find me was because we haven’t promised yet.” Rinoa: “Promised?” Squall: "I’ll be waiting for you. If you come here, you’ll find me. I promise." Rinoa: “I’ll be here, too. It’s a promise! Thanks, Squall! Next time, we’ll meet for sure!”

Tidus and Yuna- Promise to visit his Zanarkand together, to run to each other when either whistles and to stay together until the end always

Tidus: “Hey! Zanarkand! Let’s go to Zanarkand! Not the one in Spira, the one I’m from. Yeah, we can all fly there. Everyone can go! Then we’ll have a big party at my place!”

Yuna: “If we should get separated, just whistle. I’ll come running. I promise.” Tidus: “Well, let’s go.”

Yuna: Stay with me until the end. Please. Tidus: Not until the end... Tidus: Always. Yuna: Always, then.

Snow and Serah- Promising to stand by her forever (and The Promise couple theme lyrics)

Snow: “I will stand by you, no matter what happens. I’m yours forever.”

Snow: I swear to you, I will make her happy.

Lightning: I believe you.

Lightning: Congrats.

Stars and night sky

FFIV- Cecil and Rosa’s night conversation while the moon is clearly visible and is in view in his room and Edward and Anna’s Kaipo night talk where there is a glimpse of the moon on the water.

FFVI- Maria’s lyrics in the Opera including the Aria di Mezzo Carattere translated literally from the Japanese directly mention shooting stars which are used in Final Fantasy to symbolize promises

FFVII – Cloud and Aerith’s night date with fireworks, the moon and clouds, Cait Sith’s fortune of Cloud and Aerith’s matching stars, Maiden Who Travels the Planet/Hoshi wo Meguru Otome (星を巡る乙女) scene when Aerith remembers her Cosmo Canyon conversation around the fire with Cloud about her Cetra heritage and her feelings of loneliness for being the last of her race, and a visual callback through a panning shot across the stars to Aerith right before the game officially ends

FFVIII- At the SeeD inauguration ball, right before Squall meets the mysterious Rinoa Heartilly for the first time, a shooting star appears by the large prominent Moon, Rinoa and Squall’s dance to Waltz of the Moon with fireworks, a shooting star passes by when Rinoa stands on the baloney as she looks into the sky, Squall walks up to meet her on the baloney next to where the SeeD ball was held and he smiles before kissing her as Balamb Garden flies off into the night after which there is a beautiful sighting of the Moon, and there is one last visual callback through a panning shot across the stars to Rinoa before the game officially ends

FFIX- Marcus’s lines where he is waiting for his love Cornelia who has not appeared yet to elope with him by ship at dawn show the night sky and the twin moons of Gaia and Terra are visible. Marcus implores the twin moons to grant his wish, which we find out is that of reuniting with his love. This occurs when the actor playing Marcus removes his black cloak, revealing himself to be Zidane, and Garnet joyously rushes through the crowd to reunite with him on the stage. This revelation occurs when Tantalus returns to perform I Want to Be Your Canary in Alexandria for Queen Garnet approximately one year after the final battle

FFX- Her faith in Yevon shaken after she and her Guardians are arrested and put on trial by the Maesters of Yevon for treason, branded traitors of Yevon for killing Seymour and imprisoned in the Via Purifico, when the party reunites after escaping they go to the Macalania Woods. Yuna goes off to the spring to be alone and Tidus goes after her, having discovered the truth behind the Final Summoning from Rikku that the Final Aeon needed to defeat Sin not only kills Sin, but the summoner as well, meaning Yuna will die if she goes through with her pilgrimage, apologizes for his eagerness to defeat Sin and talking how they would visit his Zanarkand, thinking he only made her sad but Yuna assures him he had made her happy. Tidus attempts to convince Yuna to abandon her pilgrimage and stay with him, and though Yuna contemplates and considers quitting, she finds herself unable to abandon her duty to Spira and bursts into tears. Tidus comforts her and they share a kiss in the Macalania spring under a full moon and dreamy underwater scene while the theme song for Final Fantasy X, Suteki da ne whose lyrics refer to the stars and the moon plays in the background. She resolves to go on, with Tidus promising he will always remain by her side

FFXIII- After getting engaged, Snow and Serah’s take a ride on flying vehicle on their night date with fireworks all around them and eventually kiss. The date is weighed down by the emotions of Serah’s fate to turn into a l'Cie. Serah is immediately comforted by Snow’s vow of eternal love to stand by her and get married no matter what happens. As Snow and Serah finish their date, there is a sighting of stars as they ride their flying vehicle into the night sky. The theme song of FFXIII Eternal Love which plays while Snow and Serah are on their date at the fireworks festival has lyrics that also refer to the night sky

FFXV- Noctis and Luna have an official artwork from the Piano Collections in which the moon and night sky are clearly visible and in view while the couple walk on a path alongside a lake. While there are no stars, there is instead a glimpse of the moon on the water. In addition, Noctis and Luna’s names have connections to night sky. The theme song of FFXV Stand by Me has lyrics that also refer to the night and the moon which are perfectly representative of the game as the land does actually go dark after Luna’s death as the last Oracle

Warriors and Mages

Ingus x Sarah

Cecil x Rosa

Locke x Celes

Cloud x Aerith

Squall x Rinoa

Zidane x Garnet

Tidus x Yuna

Shuyin x Lenne

Vaan x Penelo

Snow x Serah

Noctis x Luna

Revelation of feelings for each other

Cecil and Rosa’s embrace

“Reunited safely, Rosa and Cecil embrace one another, confirming their feelings for each other.”

無事に再会を果たしたローザとセシルは、思わず抱き合ってお互いの想いを確かめる。

FF 20th Anniversary Ultimania File 2: Scenario guide, pg. 110

Celes and Locke

The imperial general and the anti-empire organization member — Celes and Locke’s relation to one another is like ships passing in the night; it’s a long period before they get to communicate their feelings completely.

帝国の将軍と反帝国組織の一員　–　お互いの立場ゆえにすれちがっていたセリスとロックは、長い期間を経てようやく想いを通わせた。

FF 20th Anniversary Ultimania File 2: Scenario guide, “For the One I Love” pg. 394

Cloud and Aerith

"During the date, Aerith voices her feelings for Cloud."

FF 20th Anniversary Ultimania “Aerith’s Date Summary”, pg. 225

Source: http://imgur.com/0teqYL7 and http://s8.zetaboards.com/Cloud_x_Aerith/single/?p=8048788&t=8571946

“I believe, for those who formerly traveled with her as comrades and for the viewers, each carries their own feelings and loves for Aerith. In this story, Cloud also carries his own undying feeling for Aerith even to this very day.”

『NOMURA　CHECK』野村　

エアリスはかつてともに旅をした仲間で、受け手側の皆さんにも、それぞれの愛情や想いがあると思います。この物語のクラウドも、エアリスに対して、いまもなお死なぬ想いはあると・・・・。この教会の場面との関係は・・・・・うーん。このあたりは皆さんのご想像におまかせします（笑）。

Nomura interview; Famitsu PS2 October 24, 2003

Source: http://clerith.heliohost.org/EternalLove1.jpg and http://clerith.heliohost.org/EternalLove.htm and http://web.archive.org/web/20120515032229/http://ff7ac.hotcafe.to/magazine/magazine03.html

“Cloud is the woman’s friend, lover (koibito/amant)—-a symbol for something important, an existence that she must protect.”

クラウドは女の友人であり、恋人であり

Case of Lifestream White

Johnny: "You're Tifa's childhood friend, and you brought a new girlfriend to a place like this!? What kind of guy are you!!"

FF7 Dialogue Disc 1

Squall and Rinoa’s embrace

“A friendly and cheerful young woman, part of the resistance group called the Forest Owls, whose goal is the liberation of Timber. She joins in Squall and co.’s activities when they are dispatched by SeeD, and also participates in the witch assassination plot, which she wasn’t supposed to be involved with. During a battle, she inherits the powers of a witch from Edea; she begins to fear that she will become an enemy of the whole world, but Squall communicates his feelings to her and battles Ultimecia to protect her.”

ティンバー独立を目指すレジスタンス「森のフクロウ」に身を置く、人なつっこくて快活な少女。 SeeDとして派遣されたスコールたちと行動をともにし、自身の当初の目的ではない魔女討伐作戦にも協力。戦いのさなかイデアから魔女の力を継承してしまい、自分が世界中の人々の敵となることに恐れを抱くが、想いを通わせたスコールに守られつつアルティミシアに立ち向かう。

FF 25th Memorial Ultimania Vol. 2, pg. 135

Zell and Library Girl with a Pigtail

Romance with the Library Girl with a Pigtail Despite being seen as a troublemaker by the faculty, he is fairly popular with the students and people of Balamb. In particular, the member of the library committee with a pigtail likes him, and eventually she reveals her feelings to him.

三つ編みの図書委員とのロマンス教師陣からは問題児あつかいされているものの、生徒やバラムの人々からの人気はそこそこ。なかでも三つ編みの図書委員には好意を持たれており、やがて彼女から想いを打ち明けられる。

FF 25th Memorial Ultimania Vol. 2, pg. 141

Steiner and Beatrix

A Love That Started With A Misunderstanding To Beatrix, Steiner is the one opponent who has defeated her, and they both harbour a rivalry towards each other. But after mistaking Eiko’s love letter for one sent to them from each other, they start to take notice of one another and in the ending make their feelings known.

恋のはじまりはカンちがいからベアトリクスにとってスタイナーはただ一度敗北を喫した相手であり、双方ともに対抗意識を燃やしていた。だが、エーコのラブレターを互いが互いに宛てたものだとカンちがいして以来、ふたりは意識し合うようになり、エンディングで想いを通わせる。

FF 25th Memorial Ultimania Vol. 2, pg. 241

Tidus and Yuna’s kiss in Macalania Spring

At the mysterious spring that glitters like the stars, the two kiss and embrace many times, confirming their feelings for one another.

星をのようにきらめく神秘の泉のなで、ふたりは、互いの想いを確かめ合うかのように幾度も抱擁し、唇を重ねた。

FFX Ultimania Omega, pg. 60

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jinxplosions · 7 years

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character development, day 1

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

(I actually decided that instead of just answering the question, I’d write a one-shot, because I have an in-depth head canon for JInx’s parentage. 2k, implied suicide at the end and implied child abuse!)

Jinx doesn’t remember her birth name. It died with her father thirteen years ago.

She had never met her mother. The gossip surrounding her parents throughout her childhood was enough: Jinx’s mother was Piltoverian nobility, her father, a scientist led astray by love. The rumors stated that her father had been working on genetic enhancements in humans, and that he met her mother through his work.

Johnathan Klein Williams was a budding scientist, studying the effects of chemicals on the genetic makeup of humans. His ultimate goal was to cure the people of Zaun, a people who had been mutated and sickened by the waste pumped into their environment. He wanted to use his research to help people, to cure them of sickness, never to enable harm. But Cecilia Morticco wanted something different. Johnathan, despite his personal ethics, found her proposal fascinating. And so he began meeting her once every two weeks to discuss it.

Poor Johnathan fell hard. She was charming: beautiful, charismatic, and incredibly wealthy. And she loved him in return. His unfortunately low status — the son of Zaunite factory workers — despite his climb from the dark chasm, meant that they could never be together. Not when tied by the titanium binds of Piltoverian high society.

And God, he loved her. She was his Sun — everything amazing in the world was personified in his Cecilia. The smell of an open-air fruit market, the industrial beauty of Piltoverian architecture, golden overheard arches, the warmth of the sunlight on his Zaunite-pale skin. Everything, it seemed to him, revolved around Cecilia. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

Eventually, through his love and desire for her happiness, he agreed to begin proper research on her proposal. He began in his lab in Piltover, working on it after his normal workday, here and there, in bits and pieces. He would update Cecilia on his progress every time he saw her, informing her of advancements and setbacks, enjoying the way he could entrance her when he spoke about it, the look on her face that was otherwise near impossible to keep.

After only a quarter of a year of his life being lived like this, happy with the woman he loved, his world was rocked to the core. Cecilia, a beautiful young woman of a noble house and seemingly available, became the focus of Piltoverian society. What suitor would catch her eye, marry her, and take over the Morticco household after the death of her father? Her parents began inviting every suitor over in turn, and Cecilia was eventually engaged and subsequently married to a man of another noble household.

Johnathan flew into a rage after this discovery. He fled back to Zaun, setting up a lab there and devoting all his time to research on Cecilia’s proposal, hoping that enough work would win him her hand. After a few weeks, Cecilia located him, traveling down to his lab in Zaun for visits, calming her distraught lover.   Then came the fateful day.

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“Johnathan?”

Cecilia gently pushed open the ajar lab door with her well-manicured hand. The inside of the lab was currently dimly lit, papers strewn across the steel tables, a single green lamp in the corner flickering. The cold lab had rock walls, as it was inset into the craggy cliffs of Zaun.

She stepped inside, shut the door behind her, leaving her in silence besides the soft hum of the centrifuge in the corner. She removed the hood of her roughly-woven cloak, her long blond hair reflecting the dim green lantern. There was a beam of bright, white light peeking out from behind the second door, and she slowly crept towards it. “Johnathan,” she called once more, a quaver in her voice this time.

She rapped on the door —one, two, three times— the clang of the metal echoing like thunder in the eerily silent room. She hesitated for a few moments before pushing it open as well.

Her eyes were blinded by the brightness of the lights, the white overheads blaring in contrast to the darkness of the room before. She scanned the room, left to right. An empty chair at a stark white desk, file cabinets upon file cabinets. And finally, in the corner, she spotted him. At the sight of his dark brown hair and sleeping face, all worry in her heart faded, and she was left with a smile on her face as she moved over to his resting chair.

“Johnathan, darling,” she called softly, bending over his sleeping form, caressing his cheek as she gently roused him from his dreams. “Johnathan, it’s your Cecilia, wake up love,” she said, as his eyes slowly blinked open. He looked at her, confused from the awakening. “Cecilia?” he questioned, rubbing his eyes from their drowsy state.   Suddenly, his demeanor changed. “Cecilia!” he exclaimed, jumping out of his chair. Cecilia startled, shocked by the quick transition.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”  “Oh God Cecilia, nothing’s wrong, everything, in fact, is right for once, this is perfect, you’re going to be so excited,” he said, moving erratically between tables, searching his papers and charts. Cecilia stood deathly still, worried to the high heavens about his mental state, “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” she said timidly, observing his jerky movements.   “Yes! Yes, I’m sure — oh, here it is — come — look!” he exclaimed, holding up a stack of papers as he moved towards her, a manic smile on his face. He moved to her side, flipping through the papers at sonic speeds. “I found it — the right combination, the right procedures — its possible, I did it, we can do it Cecile, we can make it happen,” he spluttered, setting the papers down on the table. He grabbed her by her shoulders. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”  “…are you saying what I think you are?” she replied slowly, hands gripping his pale wrists.

He looked her in her eyes, with the determined gleam she adored. “Yes, Cecilia. That’s exactly what I’m saying. We can do it. We can make your child — our child — superhuman. We can do it. I figured it out.”  Cecilia’s heart swelled with joy. She felt her eyes welling up, overcome with emotion. Her slender hands fell from Johnathan’s wrists, grabbing his jaw with unsuspected strength, her mouth meeting his in a forceful kiss, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Johnathan grasped the steel table for support, eyes wide open in surprise before falling closed, kissing the love of his life with equal passion.

They fell down into the chair he was sleeping in just minutes ago, the short, slender blonde straddling his lap. She quickly unbuttoned her cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground behind her, revealing and she bent back down, kissing his stubbly jaw while undoing the buttons on his lab coat, and then, his shirt. Johnathan inhaled, regaining his words, “Cecilia? What are you —“ she came up and kissed him on the mouth before going back down to his clavicle, “— what are you doing?”  She bent back again, undoing the buttons on the back of her velvet dress. “What do you think I’m doing?”  “But this is — this is our —“  “— Our first time together. I know.” She let her dress fall around her waist, and Johnathan lost all words.

That fateful night was the night Jinx was conceived.

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After that night, the treatment began. Every other week, she travelled down to Zaun, spread out on a table in her lover’s lab for the injections into the amniotic sac of their child.   “He’s convinced it’s his, don’t worry,” she’d say, telling Johnathan of her new husband’s ignorance. He smiled at her, but burned with hatred and jealousy in his heart. But he kept it inside, administering her treatments without word of objection.

Towards the end of her pregnancy, on the day of the very last injection, Cecilia was unknowingly followed to the lab in Zaun. Her husband had grown suspicious, wondering with grim curiosity where his young, pregnant wife was disappearing to every two weeks. He donned an unsuspecting cloak and followed after her, through a Piltoverian market, into a hidden tunnel, down hundreds of stairs, and onto a five-foot wide ledge set away from the main city of Zaun. He followed the path, careful to avoid slipping and falling into the toxic water a hundred feet below.   At the end of the dark path lied a single metal door set into the wall of rock. He opened the door as quietly as possible, and entered the room. Inside, was his wife, shutting her legs and turning to get off the table, helped by a man too close for his comfort.

The situation swiftly escalated. Cecilia was put on house arrest, and finally gave in to the growing love for her new husband and agreed to leave the child — a girl — with her father in Zaun. Johnathan was forbidden from entering Piltover, and suddenly found himself a single father, trapped in the slums of Zaun, unable to see the love of his life ever again.

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“Papa?” A single fluorescent pink eye peeked into the lab. After a few seconds without an answer, a slip of a girl entered. She was small even for her young age of five, long blue hair in a single braid falling down her back.   “Papa? It’s me,” she said quietly, walking over to the figure hunched over the desk. She tugged on his sleeve, and suddenly, her drastically aged father turned to her. It was rare that she came out to the lab to see him, even though it was their home. She never was home, not as long as she could help it.

But that night, the Piltover police were searching Zaun for a wanted criminal, and she was frightened into returning to her residence.   “You,” her father sneered, his eyes red and breath reeking. She cringed and took a step back. “What are you doing here?”

“The police are in Zaun right now Papa… Ekko told me that I should go home,” she said quietly.

Johnathan snorted. “Ekko this, Ekko that… that boy is all you ever talk about.”  He extended a hand and the little girl flinched back, expecting worse than the hard poke to the chest he gave her. It made her stumble further backwards.

“You’re a little jinx, that’s what you are. All you bring is bad luck. Bad luck… misfortune… everything you love will leave you eventually. That Ekko boy too. Little jinx,” he murmured, laying his head down on his desk, “little jinx…”

She went into the back room for the night.

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The blue-haired little girl’s father died just the next day. At dusk she had brought him bread she’d managed to steal from a market, but instead found him in the same place she had left him that morning, a puddle of corrosive chemicals eating away at his body on the floor. She had screamed, the image burning into her mind the same as the chemical stench burning her lungs. She dropped the bread and ran from the lab, slamming the door behind her.

She never returned to the lab after that day. She ran as far as she could before she fell over exhausted in an alleyway, lungs screaming at her from the effort it took to run so far and so fast. A jinx, he had called her, a jinx — and that became her mantra. She swore revenge against the mother that abandoned her and ruined her father, she swore that if her destiny was to bring bad luck everywhere she went, she’d do it good. She would be the beacon of chaos, she’d rain hell on the city that had cursed her from her conception.  She renamed herself, reclaiming her father’s cruel nickname. Her name was Jinx. And wreaking havoc was her game.

#jinx backstory #jinx fic #league of legends fic #jinx the loose cannon #fic #my writing #character development challenge #character development

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mrsnazariowrites · 5 years

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Yesterday

The Edge of the World: Chapter 9

Perfect Match AU

Pairing: Damien x MC

Perma-note: Dames’ name is Dexter in this series.

A/N: After weeks of studying for exams exams and just posting previews, I finally sat down and threw out the rest of this!

I’m going to start posting everything via tumblr once again, but I will still be including the archive link to the same fic as well, just in case my read-more link malfunctions or you just prefer to read on the archive.

The supporting lyrics are from the song Empty Eyes, by Within Temptation

If you need to catch up, Chapters 1-8 is in my Masterlist

Link to the Choices Fanfic Archive version: http://choicesfanfic.com/content/yesterday/

Summary: Maya has a long-overdue conversation with Alana in their cell . . . and then some very hard truths to throw at Dexter. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang infiltrate the docks. Will they make it through undetected?

Disclaimer: Characters/canon belong to Pixelberry

You’re determined by faith you pretend to make up,

You lay out your case like the enemy

But all that you got through dirty white lies,

You find the damn correct way of blaming me for your crimes

Won’t you talk to me? Don’t walk or run away.

I’m onto you . . . yesterday . . . (with empty eyes)

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The silence inside was stifling, save for Rowan and Cecile’s argument echoing in muffled yells through the metal walls. The cargo container Maya and Alana were currently shut in allowed for plenty of leg room, but at the moment, both of them were situated in corner, trying to gather as much as they could from the conversation outside; grabbing at bits and pieces of their words to get a clue as to what would come next. Nothing special seemed to come of it besides more vengeful, grandiose declarations.

At least until one name stood out to them.

Khaan.

Maya glanced sideways and met Alana’s gaze.

“Does that name ring a bell for you?” the agent whispered.

Maya shook her head, biting her lip. “Nope. Never heard of him.”

“If this guy is so important to them, I wonder why he hasn’t shown up yet.”

As the voices outside died down, she sat back and took a deep breath which only seemed to tighten her nerves as her mind was bombarded with numerous theories. All she’d been able to get from this was that for some reason, they desperately needed this ‘Khaan’ guy to advance their Siren project. But what did that have to do with her and Damien? Wasn’t this whole thing supposed to be a ploy to recapture their group?

Then her mind shifted back to him as it often had throughout this chaos. Harley had taken him somewhere else while she and Alana were being held separately. And given that Alana’s presence here wasn’t even the original plan-

Maya’s heart sank and she drew her knees further in. Damien has something that they need. She inhaled sharply and looked back to the door. And now they have someone he needs too.

“Maya?” Alana’s calm voice came distantly to her, but she was hardly paying attention, still fixated on this new revelation. This was the only possible explanation. But as far as she knew, none of them had ever heard of Khaan. Did Damien specifically know about him? Or did he just know more than he was telling? Why would he hide it? What the hell is going on here?!

“Maya, look at me,” Alana said a little more loudly and Maya looked back at her, barely aware of how much she was shaking.

“What?”

“You okay?”

“I-” Maya blinked in surprise at the question. Not that that wasn’t a valid thing to ask, but more because it was Alana asking. “Yeah,” she cleared her throat to try and hide how much her voice was wavering. “As fine as I can be. You?” She glanced at Alana’s lip, which was slightly coated with some dried blood.

“Oh, this?” She gave a nod, smirking. “Please, I’ve seen worse.” Maya nodded in acknowledgement and moved to listen through the wall when Alana spoke again. “I’ve always hated liked Paris, you know,” she mused. “It’s so damn charming all the time.”

Maya quirked an eyebrow. “You have a pretty interesting definition of ‘charming’,” she said. “Cabarets and expensive bars not cutting it for you? You think this is any better?”

“What can I say?” Alana shrugged nonchalantly, barely giving away how she too, was trying to keep it together. The only indication of this was the way her foot kept tapping against the floor. “Keeps things interesting.”

Maya was about to elaborate on how dismal circumstances like this seemed like such a normal thing to her. But then a loud creaking sound jolted both of them out of their conversation as the door opened and someone walked in. The sole lightbulb hanging from the ceiling was dim enough to make out a familiar figure.

“Damien?” Maya instinctively perked up.

There was a scoff. “Afraid not.” Dexter came through the door, carrying two plastic plates of food. Alana watched suspiciously as he placed one in front of her. He noted her expression and rolled his eyes, his sarcasm plain for all to hear. “I’ve tried to keep any dietary restrictions in mind, but you’re gonna have to make do with what’s here for now.”

“Riiight,” Alana said dryly, eyeing the mashed potatoes in front of her. “Slop it is, then.”

He turned to Maya, handing her the same thing while she watched incredulously. The last time she’d seen that softer look in his eyes was when they were at the Louvre checking out paintings; talking and laughing together, speculating on what she’d believed was ‘their relationship’ and future. And it had all been a lie.

Dexter had been perpetrating a ruse and Maya had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. That’s what had brought them here to begin with. It was why Nadia and her friends were stuck in god-knew-where, desperately trying to find them. It was why Alana was soon to be an not-so-official missing person.

And now it was why Damien was in danger of being hurt or worse.

From the start, Maya had only been trying to do something good for Hayden, for the Matches. This was just supposed to be about exposing Eros and going back home, but now everything had spiraled out of control.

And he was the reason why.

As she looked into the eyes of the man who’d deceived her, all Maya could think of was one question. “Why?”

Dexter raised an eyebrow at that question, then glanced at the plate, seeming to think she was asking about the food. “It’s . . . been a long day. Thought you could use some food in the mean time.”

Maya looked at the plate then at him, her face contorting into a snarl, and she slapped it out of his hands. Dexter’s eyes followed where she’d thrown the food. He remained stiff in place, opening and closing his fists again before taking a deep breath and then looking back at her, tilting his head meaningfully. “I think it’s in your best interest not to antagonize the one guy who’s actually being nice to you for once-”

“Please, do you seriously think you’re doing me a favor right now?!” She all but yelled in his face. “You’re the reason we’re in this situation in the first place, which brings me back to my first question: Why?” When Dexter didn’t answer, she piled on. “Back at the Louvre . . . you impersonated Damien, made me trust you . . . god, you even let me kiss you, I-” Her voice grew thick with emotion and she broke off, having to steady herself before she could speak again. “You took advantage of me, Dexter . . . Of my feelings, my fears. How could you?”

“I- ” Dexter opened his mouth to answer, only to be silenced by the look on her face. He found himself gazing into her eyes – eyes that shone with pure hurt. She watched him expectantly as he struggled to find the words that would’ve come more easily to him many hours ago. “My job was to lead you away from the museum. It’s not personal, Maya. I was acting on Father’s-”

“Father– wow, okay excuse me while I barf.”

Dexter let out an irritated sigh. “Mr. West’s orders. I have a job to do. That’s it.”

“Yeah, your actions at the forest made that abundantly clear.”

“Excuse me?”

“You stopped Harley from hurting me. Was that part of your job description?”

His eyes narrowed. “That has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh but I think it does.” Maya stood up, balancing herself in spite of the handcuffs binding her hand to the railing. “One moment you’re handing me over to Eros and then the next you’re yelling at Harley for hitting me? I can’t figure you out!” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Every time you look at me, I see him; his eyes, his face. I think of the sweet things he’d say that make me feel safe. But then I remember your hands on me. Dragging me away from the museum, holding me down while I kicked and screamed.” She pressed on, undeterred by the way he tensed. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you? The anger.”

Maya watched every tell of his that she knew matched that of Damien – the way his jaw clenched, the way his hand was shaking. “That’s how Damien felt when Rowan attacked me in the Arctic. It’s how he felt when he saw you pull me into the van. That’s how you felt when Harley did the same. And that’s why you’ve kept me away from him since then.”

“That’s- I was just trying to-” Dexter stammered for a second, then caught himself. He pointed a finger at her, glaring. “Look, no one asked you to fake a bathroom stop and then go running off into the forest. Whatever happened to piss off Harley, that’s on you.”

“Riiight, and I’m sure he was perfectly fine with you getting knocked on your ass by Damien’s ex-girlfriend.”

His turned a light shade of red as Alana chuckled at the remark, then threw his hands up, frustrated. “What exactly do you want from me, Maya?!”

“For starters, some honesty. You started this whole thing by lying to me and then kidnapping me on someone else’s orders. Then you suddenly start insisting that I shouldn’t be harmed, though you’ll look the other way when they hurt Alana or Damien.”

“I already told you, I don’t give a f-”

“Damien’s hands shake like that too when he’s nervous.” Maya’s reply hit him point-blank.

“That has nothing to do with this.” Dexter shoved his hands in his pocket, completely brushing her off as he stepped back.

“Bullshit!” She cried. “It has everything to do with the way you keep looking at me like you suddenly want to be some kind of protector! Stop looking at me like that when you don’t even mean it!”

He barely recoiled at those words, but whoever was sitting closer to him could see that his fists were visibly bunching up in his pockets as he endeavored to keep his composure. Maya knew that with every accusation she kept throwing at him, that was probably getting harder and harder to do, and she was playing with fire. Under normal circumstances, she’d have been a little calmer than this.

But now? She was too frustrated with her situation to care.

Dexter glared at her. “You think I want to look at you?” He fired back passionately. “That I wouldn’t rather just do my job and move on without Harley breathing down my neck? That it’s so easy for me to wonder why every time I see you cry, I feel like-” He immediately stopped and looked away, his face becoming as stony as it’d been before, but it was too late.

“W-what?” Maya’s eyes widened at this random slip-up and everything came to a standstill. Several seconds of uncomfortable silence passed until she finally managed to speak again. “You feel like what?” She unconsciously stepped forward, only to be held back by her restraints. “Dexter . . .”

“It doesn’t matter,” Dexter said, shaking his head. “None of it matters. You want an answer? Fine. All of these extra feelings are the real thing.” He continued to study her as she gaped at him, clearly not having expected that. Then he quickly added, “But I’m not the real thing, not your Damien. The sooner you accept that, the better it would be for you.”

“Dexter, it does matter. Stop pretending like you don’t have a choice. You do. You’ve always had a choice.”

“I don’t-”

“No, you’re wrong,” she shouted passionately. “Life is full of choices! And Matches are just as alive as humans! That makes you accountable for what you do. You chose to obey Eros, chose to deceive me, and now you’re choosing to ignore that you know this is wrong! Eros isn’t doing this anymore, Dexter! You are!”

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes that immediately changed to anger. “You know what? I’ve had enough of your whining,” he growled. “You wanna throw tantrums and piss off everyone you meet? It’s your funeral.” He swiftly marched over to the discarded food, scooped it back onto the plate in one swipe and then then threw it down in front of her. “Eat if you want, or go hungry. See if I care.” And with that, he strode out of the cargo container, slamming the door behind him.

Maya rolled her eyes and sat back down, fuming. She stared at the food for a few seconds, wrinkling her nose in disgust no matter how her rumbling stomach was betraying her at the this time, then looked away morosely.

Alana’s snarky comment broke the silence. “If you’re the best negotiator your group’s got, it’s no wonder you always manage to land in some sort of trouble.”

She whirled on her, irritated. “Oh sure, you’re one to talk about negotiating.”

Now it was Alana’s turn to roll her eyes as she picked up on the hidden meaning. “Aww, is the little princess still holding a grudge?”

“I- are you-” Maya let out an incredulous squeal. “It hasn’t even been a week! What did you expect, a heartwarming forgiveness monologue?!”

“Well, technically-”

“No, that doesn’t count!” She snapped. “Sticking together was what got us out of there. I stand by that, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten your role in this. And while we’re on my negotiation skills,” Maya leaned forward to emphasize her next point. “Let’s not forget that it’s my sweet-talking that got Rowan to reveal his plans despite the scene you made at dinner.”

Alana’s jaw dropped and she was silent for several moments, studying her until her smirk returned. “Impressive, Maya. Looks like there’s hope for us after all, that is, if your overactive limbic system doesn’t get us in trouble.”

“Can’t be any worse the way yours did.” To her surprise, Alana laughed at the jab. Another silence passed as Maya watched her curiously, partly hating how she felt her previous anger towards the wayward agent start to soften. Then she threw out the other question that had been stuck in her head ever since that fateful day in Moscow. “Did you really think Damien would’ve thought better of you if your plan had gone through? If he’d been safe and we’d all been thrown to the wolves?”

Thanks to the poor lighting inside the cargo container, Maya didn’t notice Alana’s slight flinch at her abrupt question.

“I . . . hadn’t thought things through then. I realize that now.” The agent sighed. “I didn’t know what Eros was beyond what you had all told me. When you said they were after a robot and some files, I didn’t exactly forsee . . . this.” She gestured to the their dingy prison. “I mean this is dark. Really messed up.” That flicker of emotion in her eyes was there again. “Kidnapping, replacing people, to-” Alana immediately closed her mouth before she could finish the last word. She didn’t bother to look at Maya to see if she’d picked up on it.

Maya looked down at her lap, beginning to fidget with her hands. “Then why betray us like you did?”

“I didn’t see it that way then. At the time, my only interest was in keeping Damien safe. I didn’t know you guys nor did I particularly care about you.” She sighed again. “But given the last few days since the train, I see now that you’re . . . good people. Disgustingly annoying proportions of good in fact. I suppose I can see why Damien thinks so highly of you.”

“Alana . . .” At this point, Maya couldn’t help the intrigue she felt at what was probably the first genuine interaction between them. Before, Alana had shown nothing but disdain for them, which was easy to brush off, given her shaky history with Damien. But she’d still come forward to help when she saw their situation – albeit putting on a show of wanting to help for Damien’s sake, only to throw them under the bus for that very reason.

And now it seemed that the realization was hitting Alana harder than before – that not only had she grossly misjudged the wrong people on all ends, but her actions had also ended up endangering the one person she’d truly wanted to protect. Even if it hadn’t, the way things were going now, Alana would have earned his hatred if Maya and the others had had to face this alone.

“Bringing you to Eros was a . . . bad call. If I’d known what I know now, I . . . would’ve made a different call.”

Maya’s lip twitched. “Alana Kusuma. Are you trying to apologize?” The scowl forming on Alana’s face only heightened her amusement, lifting her anxiety and encouraging her teasing even further. “You must really like me. It’s almost like we’re-”

“All right, don’t push it, kid.”

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Dexter paced angrily next to the cargo container, hardly aware of the faint conversations going on nearby. At this moment, he didn’t care whether anyone would see him practically lose his composure over one girl. He had every right to be annoyed now, if not before.

He had never exactly expected Maya to be cooperative, given the circumstances, but her anger was infectious. Every time she would let loose, it caught onto someone else and would spiral into a chain reaction that would come back to him. The way she’d easily angered Rowan was evidence of that. And considering the way Cecile kept egging him on, this did not bode well for anyone. This was bound to land them all in trouble if they weren’t careful. Why Maya couldn’t see that was beyond him.

What was also beyond him was why he was even concerned over this. As far as he knew, the mission was accomplished – yet every order he’d followed was starting to backfire on him. Limiting Harley’s apparent zeal for cruelty, following orders to the letter . . . Dexter had done it all, yet now it was his loyalty that was possibly being questioned.

He’d heard time and time again that it wasn’t in any Match’s best interest to cross Rowan – and he hadn’t. But after today, he couldn’t help feeling a pull toward the idea that something else was amiss. Was it from Rowan’s apparent, cold disregard for these people’s dignity? Based on what Dexter knew, Rowan at least seemed to be very attached to his creations, going as far as to consider them his ‘children‘.

Dexter wrinkled his nose a bit at that thought. Somehow, the label still didn’t sit well with him. He never questioned it, but that didn’t mean he welcomed it. As far as he knew, he had a mother and four sisters who he was one hundred percent sure cared for him . . . at least they would’ve if the relationship was actually real.

It wasn’t, though, nor was it his place to want that. No matter how real these details felt, they were as fake as his persona. So long as he’d accepted this, Rowan and Cecile were placated.

No, he was part of Rowan’s destiny, to carry out his vision for the Siren Project. Much like the mythical creatures of Greek lore that had brought doom to innocent sailors, he himself had charmed Maya – taking the form of her lover and charming her with sweet words, only to lead her and her friends into danger.

Sirens could wield power without lifting a finger. They were breathtaking, yet ruthless, cunning, unwavering . . . and held no remorse for their actions.

So why was he faltering now?

Dexter had done everything he was supposed to do. Eros was getting what they wanted today because of him. His subtlety was why their plan had worked to begin with. He’d had, what, only a few moments of sympathy for Maya’s plight? And now while Harley got off kissing Rowan and Cecile’s prissy asses, he’d just been scolded like some small child.

I’m not a child. No one tells Damien Nazario what to-

Dexter cut off his thoughts in realization, then balled his hands into fists. “God fucking DAMN IT!” With a yell of frustration, he blindly kicked at a box nearby, watching as cracked open and its’ contents spilled everywhere.

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Nadia and Sloane were crouched behind a large pile of boxes, surveying the area. Cargo containers outlined every area of these docks, like a maze. Where Hayden and Steve were at this point was hard to guess, considering how easy it would be to get lost here and in consequence, be discovered.

Once they’d arrived at the docks, they’d spent a good few minutes surveying the area until finding a spot that wasn’t patrolled by guards. The plan was for Hayden and Steve to snatch some guard uniforms for themselves, then use the former’s similar appearance to Harley as an advantage to clear the area. Then he would lead the rest of them undetected to a better vantage point where they could plan their rescue.

Until then, the others could only wait bated breaths. Nadia clutched Dipper closely to her as they did their best to stay hidden until Hayden and Steve returned. In the distance, she could make out silhouettes, bobbing in the ocean and she could feel memories coming back that she’d rather not relive. She quickly shook her head, trying to quash down any thoughts of what Maya and her friends were going through.

No, Nadia. No negativity allowed! We’re going to make it out of here. Period. Though she still couldn’t resist getting one particular thought out in the open.

“Hey Sloane?” she said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“I really hate boats.”

“Agreed.”

There was a loud crash and a shout from nearby and both girls jumped. Sloane instinctively clapped her hands over her mouth as a few figures came around the corner. Dipper’s ears were straightened up and her teeth bared. She was on high alert, but to her credit, remained quiet; it was as if she’d sensed the danger her guardians were in if she made so much as a sound in front of the wrong people.

“We’re back.” Steve’s loud whisper brought relief to all of them as he and Hayden approached them, dressed in the guards’ black uniforms. Nadia stepped out of her hiding spot and approached them, beaming as Steve wrapped her in a hug, instantly evaporating her previous worry.

Sloane was smiling approvingly as she took in their appearance. “This is perfect, very convincing.” she said. “With you two dressed like that, Eros won’t even know the difference.”

“Oh they didn’t,” Hayden laughed. “Once I walked up and started barking orders, they scampered off.”

“Did you find a place?”

He nodded. “The area I cleared out has a few cargo containers we can hide in. But we need to move fast.” And with that, he began to lead everyone in a certain direction.

“By the way babe?” Nadia looked to Steve, grinning. “You’re gonna save that uniform for after we get outta here, right?” Sloane and Hayden collectively groaned and she raised her hands defensively. “What? I’m just saying . . .”

“Nadia?!” An all too familiar voice stopped them in their tracks and they whirled around, ready to face whatever threat had just come their way. They froze when they saw him. Dipper let out a low growl and Hayden tensed.

Nadia’s eyes widened and she almost lunged forward, only to be held back by Steve. Taking a deep breath, she backed down and looked back to the one who’d just intercepted them, swallowing hard.

“Damien, is that you?”

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I don’t know where I’m going, in search for answers

I don’t know who I’m fighting, I stand with empty eyes

You’re like a ghost within me, who’s draining my life

It’s like my soul is see through

Right through my empty eyes

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