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bastet-c-haddock · 11 months

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This Story is a little concept I had in mind for months, but due to my work load I had to pospone until now.

Follows my previous ideas over the Mexican fairytales and nursery rhymes in the Shrekverse.

Link to those concepts at the end of this post.

SPOILERS FOR SHREK 3 AND PUSS IN BOOTS 2

Hope you enjoy it!

TITLE: FAR FAR AWAY'S BEST BARD AND SPY.

Far Far Away's Theatre was buzzing with music and energy, for tonight was a special night.

After traveling around the world, in search of stories to inspire his songs, the great Christopher Cricket, also known as Cri-Cri was back.

The famous bug was a star all over this enchanted land. Princesses and other fairy tale celebrities attended each of his presentations, not only because of the music and spectacle, but for the entratainment of hearing the stories he brought from across the world. Wether these were merry, or sad. Everyone wanted to know.

Especially, a certain Cat who happened to be around town, curious, as ever, about an old acquaintance of his. At his side, another cat and a small dog. The orange feline spoke, once the group stood in front of the theatre, where music could be heard escaping its walls.

"Kitty, are you sure this...cricket-guy is trustworthy?" He asked, concerned. Normally, he wouldn't ask for info on anyone, unless he was hired for a job. But those days were far beside him.

The black feline replied, smiling widely, sure of her informant "Relax Puss, no one knows anyone better than Cri-Cri."

"How can you be so sure?" Puss asked, anxious.

Kitty gave him a confident side eye "How do you think I knew about The Map?" Raising her eyebrows, smutty.

Puss looked baffled, after thinking, he asked "Wait, didn't Goldie tell you about it?" Confused.

"Of course she did, but she told me Jack Horner had it. When I tried taking it from him, I found out he didn't have it, but it was too late. That day, after he tricked me, I decided to get info on the Map and so, I discovered Cri-Cri thanks to his brother. And so, I knew who Jack sent to fetch it" confident, praising her own genius. "So, if anyone knows where's Max and what he wants with you, is him?" Gesturing with her head at the banners hanging at the theatre's entrance, which had the little brown cricket drawn, smiling and playing his leafy violin.

Puss looked at the images, concerned and nervous. Given his last encounters with Max, he had plenty to worry about, and such, needed an advantage over the rodent. With no other options, he agreed, letting himself be guided to the backstage entry by Kitty. Perrito followed suit.

Once inside, the music became louder, merrier. You could feel its vibrations shake the theatre, as if the building danced to the tunes. The steps of the dancers made the wooden floor tremble. All of those thing weren't enough to distract Puss of his predicament. Just Perrito's happy prancing were enough to pull him out of his thoughts.

"Perrito, do you...know about this Cri-Cri guy?" Confused, asuming their familiarity due to his reaction to the bug's music.

"Of course! My litter mates and I used to hear his songs! He's quite a storyteller!" He answered, dancing and hoping all over the place.

Once they found a good spot to wait for the star to finish his show, they watched the stage and the spectale over it.

In the middle of the stage, was a smaller version of the same, it was projected and magnified via a very thinly crafted contraption that allowed the crowd to watch the small cricket at a bigger scale. One close to a cat, which let him "interact" with his show better. He dances in coordination to his dancers while playing a small violin, made to emulate a leaf, its vines made up the neck.

By the cheery music and dance, it was composed to sound like Cowboy music, once you would prance to at a party. When the lyrics hit, it wasn't a joyful story, but one turned funny due to its narrator. Puss should know, it was Max's Story. Both cats looked at each other, it seemed their question was partly answered. Cristopher knew about Max.

The song continued, only to end as happily as it started, followed by thunderous applause coming from the crowd, who filled the theatre to the top. Cri-Cri bowed to his audience, extending all four of his arms, thankful for the love he's been shown. Once the applause seemed to fade a bit, the cricket spoke. Loudly and clearly.

"Thanks, beloved people of Far Far Away! It's always an honor to have you listen to my stories. None of this would be possible without you." Another round of applause followed, though shorter than the previous one. Once again, the bard spoke after the noise. "Tonight, has been an amazing night! Cheers for more nights like tonight!" A strong multilayered cheers was the audience's response. "But before we call it a night..." positioning his violin back over his shoulder, then, turning to face the royal box, where Arthur was, watching the show. "Your majesty, would you give us the honor?" The little bug asked, bowing respectfully at the Young King.

"Only if you'd do it with me, Mr. Cricket" Arthur replied, he sounded way older than Puss remembered. Sometimes he forgot how time went by, especially after leaving Far Far Away last time in search of retribution and glory.

"It'll be my pleasure!" Cri-Cri stood once more, preparing to play one last tune.

The whole theatre turned silent, expecting a queue...

A note, then a line, sang by the King and the Bard. "¿Quien es el que anda ahi?"

"Es Cri-Cri" the audience replied, perfectly coordinated "Es Cri-Cri"

"¿Y quien es ese señor?" The two vocalists continued.

"¡El Grillo Cantor!"

The orchestra finished the song, as the little showman gave his last bow. The theatre rumbled with applause, whistles and Bravos as the curtains closed.

That, was Team Friendship's queue...

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Yeah, this is only Part 1 of...many I got half written inside my head. I'm writing this in my spare time so bare with me.

If you like what you read, like it and maybe tell me what you think!

To know more about Max and Charlotte, you can read their story here:

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

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Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 3 years

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Angels & Demons

This was an old fic that I finished on Wattpad but unfortunately the rest got deleted there so this is all I have so far! Tell me what you think.

Warnings: Smut, Supernatural, Angst

“So, are you gonna let me see you again?”

She spoke with a thick British accent with smooth coco skin like midnight. But that didn’t interest him the slightest.

“What did you think this was? We both got what we wanted, so what’s the point for more?”

He was blunt and without a care. He untangled himself from her grip, lifting from the bed in his hotel suite.

“Seriously? Do you always do this with every woman you fuck?” She was restless, laying her head back on the pillow. She cuddled into it, her Afro smashing against the fabric.

“Not every woman.” He slipped on a pair of black jogger sweats, bare feet flopping against the hardwood floor. He picked up a piece to his gun that he had separated, the moon reflecting off of his broad muscles back.

“Hmph. So there was a lucky gal? What was her name?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay Erik, whatever you say…”

she lifted from the bed finally, picking up her hot pink sequined dress, slipping it on slowly over her curves. She pulled on her black patent red bottoms, fluffing her matted fro.

“Hey Erik?”

Erik turned to her, eyes unfazed.

“Zip me up will you? The least you could do is be a gentleman.”

Erik trotted over to her, letting out a sigh as he grasped her zipper, pulling it up quick and sharp. Her back snapped and a little gasp escaped her mouth.

“You sure you don't want your dick sucked even? I’m worth it, you know.”

“If I want that I’ll get it elsewhere.”

She scowled at him, snatching up her black clutch before practically stomping to the door, opening it, then exiting with a slam.

He had sex four times that week, four different women.

He didn’t care to have that title either; the man whore title.

He resided in London for about a month, drinking, smoking, and fucking his troubles away.

He thought by numbing the pain of her loss, that it would fix things, but little did he know, it made it worse.

His deceased girlfriend; Theo, was the only girl that had Erik on his knees. She was his everything. She was down for Erik and all his ambitions. Theo was the kind of girl who kept it real with him and she may have had an edge but she was the light Erik needed.

She was in and out of the hospital often, her Sickle Cell getting the best of her.

Unfortunately, she died in the Hospital from complications, Erik by her bed in a crumbling mess.

Every important person in his life was swept away now, leaving him alone.

Some nights he felt okay, and others; like these, he didn’t.

Erik picked up his discarded T-shirt from the floor, slipping that on and his black biker jacket. It was raining and he needed to get out fast, deciding to hit up a lounge in the heart of London called Emerald. That’s where he met a few of his conquests.

Finally there, wet from head to toe, Erik struts in with a simple nod to the Bouncer, entire body illuminated with green lighting. He walked down the swirling hallway, music booming closer. As he walked he felt as if a pair of lips tickled his ear, reaching up to grip it and turning.

But like a mystery, there was no one. Erik scrunched his face, looking about him.

He wasn’t crazy, he knew what he felt.

He clenched his jaw, turning to continue his route into the lounge.

The lounge was frantic as usual, Erik sitting off to the far right hand side of the bar, clouded by the dark with a swirling glass of Henny in his hand. His mind drifted to a time similar to this that he shared with Theo, closing his eyes:

“Baby stop being a sour puss.”

“I don’t wanna be here, I’m only here for you.”

“Loosen up for me, please?”

Theo gripped onto Erik’s hand, pulling him with a soft smile on her face.

Rihanna- please don’t stop the music was on and she wore the littlest black dress with these cute thigh high boots.

“You cute. But no, let me watch you shake that ass though.” Erik was faded, leaning against the bar with his eyes low on her. She groaned like a spoiled brat, slapping his hand away before downing the rest of her drink.

“Aye. Look at me.”

Erik wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her close. He placed his finger under her chin, making her meet his eyes.

“Show me how them hips move. Put me in a trance ma.”

She gave him a sly smile before turning to the dance floor, swaying her hips in a hypnotizing manner.

She yelled over her shoulder, “You owe me some dick when we get home with your funny acting self!”

Erik was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a petite hand snake up his forearm, he breathed through his nose, turning his gaze on a short girl with a pixie cut, low eyes and a nose piercing. She had on tight flare jeans and a tiny top that gave away under boob.

“Lonely I see?” She pulled herself closer, the lavender from her skin filling his nostrils.

“What makes you think that? I could be waiting for someone.” Erik teased, lifting his glass to his full lips.

“You’ve been sitting here for over an hour. Whoever came with you, must not give a fuck about you.” She eyed him heavily, biting her lip with need.

“Maybe I’m meeting someone.” Erik stared her down hard, watching her grip his hand, dragging it to her ass. He arched a single eyebrow at her boldness.

“So you don’t wanna hit?” She tilted her head, seemingly reading him. Erik definitely couldn’t deny she was BAD, if she wanted some dick he would give her that no problem.

The fifth one this week.

Erik drowned the rest quickly, wiping at his numb lips with the back of his hand.

“I’m not desperate, but I will fuck you like you want since you all up on me.”

She chuckled lightly, rubbing her hand over his chest.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mines.” Erick was adamant about that.

She went to drag him from the bar stool, watching him stumble a little.

“Maybe you should drink some water first before we go.”

“Nah I’m cool. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The crowd grew thicker and the music grew louder. It was the switch over instrumental of sicko mode that had all the sweaty bodies colliding with each other desperately. Erik felt like he was having tunnel vision, his eyes blurred and limbs moving without him. Just ahead before exiting the lounge for good, he spotted something; someone that made him stop dead in his tracks, eyes wide in disbelief and mouth agape.

It can’t be her, he thought.

She’s dead...how is that possible?

“Theo?” He whispered, causing the girl to turn around, confusion written on her face.

“No, my name is Kris. What’s wrong with you?”

Her thick British accent felt so far away as he watched Theo sitting perched on the railing within the club, a thin white slip dress on, angel wings that glittered and glistened, pretty toes painted a metallic silver, and long black hair billowing down her back. She had a halo perched over her head almost like the ring of Saturn; almost like the galaxy.

“Erik? Are you okay?” Kris shoves at his arm, noticing his unmoving limbs. He looked to be in a trance, and there was no getting out of that.

Theo waved at him, a drink in her hand with blue liquid. She took a sip, eyes never leaving his; that was until a couple walked past, her body disappearing.

He blinked.

What the fuck was his mind doing? He had been here so many nights before and NEVER has he experienced this from getting drunk at the bar.

“Listen, if you didn’t wanna fuck all you had to do was be honest asshole.”

Erik’s attention was brought back to life, eyes falling on Kris with folded arms and an attitude.

“What?” He was genuinely confused, but he couldn’t explain to this random chick what he just saw; she wouldn’t understand.

“Enjoy the rest of your night Erik. Go back to that bar and get piss drunk.” She shoved pass him and melted into the thick crowd; possibly off to find another guy to “shag” that was the slang for having sex here in London.

Erik decided to make his way back to the hotel, before he started seeing things again.

Once back, he settled for a shower, deciding that washing his freshly fucked body would be better for him to sleep through the night. He opted for a warm bath as well, laying his head back against the tiles; eyes closed. The heat of the water prickled his skin perfectly and the slow drip from the jacuzzi taps made for a melodic tone.

The thunder outside roared and the rain padded against the bathroom window almost like a hail storm.

His ears didn’t fail him though; a distant feminine voice calling out his name. He opened one eye, gripping his gun that he had resting on the edge of the tub. It was a habit for him, carrying his gun as if he were still a target.

He opened his eyes slow, jaw clenched and fist clutching the metal of his pistol.

“Who’s there?” His voice vibrated off the bathroom walls.

“I won’t ask again.” He had a warning in his voice.

Letting out a huge breath, he made to lift from the tub only to feel the water beginning to bubble. He paused, staring down at the water as it brewed like a potion. It began to smoke, a bright blue light appearing underneath. Erik was stock still, eyes wide and zeroed in between his parted legs.

Was he dreaming?

Was someone playing tricks on him?

Was he really that fucking drunk?

Erik picked up his gun, slowly aiming it at the spot between him. He had one eye open, while the other stayed shut, arm rigid and trigger finger never failing him.

He expected some Freddy Krueger type of shit to happen but what caught him by surprise was the body of a woman breaking the surface of the water slowly. Her long black sheen of hair clouded her face and her skin had a glow like she was covered in gold.

Her wings were wet and shiny.

Her eyes glowed crystal blue.

He remembered them being brown.

It was Theo.

“Am I dreaming?” His eyelids fluttered.

“Maybe.” She scanned him, a small smile creeping up.

“You look the same way I left you, so strong and fearful Erik.” Theo ran a smooth hand down the length of his torso.

“I came to bring you back.”

“Back where?” She was astonishing.

“Home.” She lifted her hand, patiently waiting for him to grip it tight.

Erik looked from her hand to her face, mind debating whether or not he should go WHERE EVER she planned on taking him.

“If I go I want answers.”

“I can’t promise you that, but I can promise that you will enjoy it.”

Enjoyment is something Erik missed. When he was with Theo, that’s all he did was enjoy himself. But now, here in the present, he felt nothing but agony and sadness. His nights of drinking and fucking to ease the pain didn’t help, only making him crave it even more.

“Erik, we don’t have much time.”

He gripped her hand tight, his body being pulled through space and time, finally landing in a hallway he hadn’t seen in a while.

He was alone, and naked, standing at the end of this familiar hallway, but this time it was littered with many windows, white billowing curtains and walls painted blood red.

He stretched his arms out, feeling the walls as he began to stroll down that very hallway.

He didn’t think he would ever see this place again.

It was their home. Erik could feel a familiar warmth within him.

Erik stared ahead, his eyes catching a glimpse of a woman he didn’t know wearing a long white robe, hair in a short fro with swirling baby hairs. She had a sexy smirk on her lips, finally disappearing into a room.

“Hey!” Erik yelled out, but she didn’t resurface.

A light bubbly laugh echoed in his ears, causing him to turn and see a woman swaying in front of one of the windows, a white silk skirt on with a sheer top that pressed against her hardened nipples. Erik blinked and she vanished, her bubbly laugh now in front of him, Erik’s eyes landing on her short frame, waving at him timidly before going into that same room.

Erik gasped, his eyes lowering to his dick as it grew tighter and tighter.

Fuck he was so damn horny.

Who were these women and where was Theo?

Erik picked up his pace, finally coming to that door hearing angelic voices on the other side.

He squared his shoulders and walked in, coming face to face with the two women, naked with angel wings like Theos.

They were breathtaking.

“Hello Erik. Theo told us so much about you.”

“SIT!” The bubbly one tapped the bed in need, eyes wide and pink.

“My name is June, this is Rue.”

Rue was like a care free women, her body perched behind June with her arms around her neck.

“Hi.” Erik was confused out of his mind.

“I bet you're wondering where Theo is huh?”

“She brought me here...so yeah, I wanna know where she is.”

“Still so adamant Erik.” Erik turned his head to see Theo standing in front of a full body mirror, applying lip gloss with her wings wide and proud, naked body looking exactly how Erik remembered.

“Even after death you look good enough to eat.”

He drew his lip into his mouth.

“Theo girl, I miss you too damn much; it’s hard.”

She stared at him through that mirror, a soft smile on her face.

“I know, I miss you too.”she kissed her fingers, running it down the mirror with her eyes locked on his.

“I knew you were sent to heaven, I just knew.”

“She’s perfect Erik.”

Erik turned towards the two women on the bed, tangled in each other with playful motions.

“She told us all about you.” Said Rue.

“How you loved her like no other.” Said June.

“How you treated her like a Queen.” Said Rue.

“How you made love to her like the world would end the next day.” Said June.

Erik felt Theos hand snake up his back and around to grab at his chest. Erik closed his eyes, mouth parted as he allowed that familiar feeling make its way back into his heart.

“You’re special Erik...I wish I had a man like you.” June lifted from the bed, holding out her hand.

“Come, you didn't sit down, that’s not fair.”

“Come join us, we don’t bite.” Rue held out her hand as well.

“They don’t use teeth...it’s all tongue and lips.” Theo whispered into Erik’s ear and it felt like satin.

“Damn…” he felt hot all over and his stomach fluttered. His feet began to move towards that very bed, his body finally sinking into the memory foam and crashing with the pillows. It felt like he was laying on clouds.

“Look at him Rue, isn’t he absolutely gorgeous.” Said June, spunky and excited to touch him. She grazed the ripples of his abdomen lightly.

“A man in its rightful form.” June eye fucked Erik hard, green eyes never leaving him.

Theo and the other two women leaned over Erik in awe, hands rubbing his chest, face, legs, everything but his dick which was hard and noticed.

“His manhood.” June was amazed.

“The best manhood ever.” Said Theo.

“Go on, touch it June, he’s for us to share, afterall...he can’t get enough of sex.” Said Theo.

Erik cut his eye at her, feeling June grib him tight, causing him to groan.

“I wonder how it tastes.” Rue licked at her lips, leaning into Erik’s dick taking a long slow lick.

“Fuck.” He stared down as Rue did it again, his eyes closing.

“He likes that.” Said Rue, doing it repeatedly as June stroked him.

“Make him cum you two.” Theo was clearly in charge, lying next to Erik staring down at him.

She placed a single finger under his chin.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned into his lips, finally crashing with his causing a spark to ignite within him. Erik went to grip Theos head, tongue entering her mouth rough. She obliged, letting him taste her.

Rue placed her lips around his head while June gripped his balls.

Erik hissed, staring down at the two women with lustful eyes.

“Feels amazing doesn’t it, Erik?” Asked Theo as she kissed his neck.

“Fuck yes.” He watched as June stole licks on the side of his shaft, her eyes pink and Rues green.

June finally gained access, swallowing him whole causing Erik to grip her head tight.

“DAMN.” He was at a loss.

Theo lifted from the bed, squatting over Erik’s face.

Her pussy rested on his lips and this alone made Erik go wild with need.

“You remember how it tasted right?” She teased.

“Always.” He responded, gripping her thighs and dragging her closer to his mouth.

#nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger imagine #killmonger fanfiction

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merinnan · 3 years

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Thanks for the tag, @rosethornewrites!

First lines of your last 20 fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

These are the last 20 posted, not necessarily last 20 written.

1. Liu Sang was pretty pleased with his life at the moment. - Fur and Loathing (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

2. It had, Liu Sang decided, been the craziest few weeks of his life, and that was definitely saying something. - Of Mountains and First Dates (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

3. The weather, Liu Sang noted glumly, has been disgustingly nice the last two weeks. - Of Mountains and Foxes (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

4. Zhang Qiling wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully put the silk manuscript into the protective case he’d brought especially for it, then slid that into the inside pocket of his jacket. - All’s Fair in Love and Tomb Raiding (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

5. It was a combination of cold and bright that woke him up, something hard digging into… Wu Xie blinked his eyes open, chasing away the last of whatever already-forgotten dream had tricked his body into thinking that he was anywhere other than in his own bed. - Perchance to Dream (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

6. “Xiaoge!” Wu Xie called, running from one room to the next, shining his flashlight into every corner. - Under the Fur (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

7. Wu Xie wasn’t the first one to notice the fox, which he considered a personal failure as he was usually exceptionally skilled at noticing any and all fox shifters around. - 100 Ways to Do a Fox (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

8. Once upon a time there lived a Princess named Kitty. - Princess Kitty (Puss-in-Boots fairytale retelling)

9. It was a dark and stormy night, and Liu Sang was shivering so hard that he could barely pay attention to where he put his paws. - Catch and Release (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

10. Kunlun-jun was always the sun to the Little Ghost King’s moon, the light to his dark, the warmth to his cold, the summer to his winter. - Apricity (Guardian)

11. It started, as most things did, with a tomb, some traps, and Wu Xie. - No Sleep ‘Till Morning (DMBJ)

12. Liu Sang still wasn’t sure what was happening with his life, especially right now. - All Good Things (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

13. “And fuck you too, I hope you drive off a cliff and die!” Pangzi bellowed at the car zooming past at a speed that was probably too high for the shitty road that he was stuck on the side of, which hopefully meant that his wish for the driver’s dire fate would come true. - Where Angels Fear to Tread (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

14. Liu Sang wasn’t exactly sure what was happening to him anymore. - Can’t Help Falling in Love With You (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

15. For all that the bright streetlights weren’t that far away, it was dark where he staggered, burning with pain and the desperate need to get away from his followers. - The Zhang Identity (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

16. For all that the bed in the high class hotel suite was much softer than the one he had at home, Liu Sang was used to it enough that it wasn’t a problem. - Of Mountains and WeChat Statuses (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

17. Liu Sang wasn’t sure how, exactly, Wu Xie had managed to talk him into moving more-or-less permanently into Wushanju, yet somehow he had. - Ghost in the House (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

18. One of the things Liu Sang had learned from living at Wushanju was that Zhang Qiling could be amazingly lazy at times. - Braids and Other Evils (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

19. “Are you sure he is going to be fine?” Wu Xie asked, struggling to hold onto the fox who was doing it’s best to turn into water, oozing out of his arms whenever he wasn’t paying attention. - Of Foxes and Mushrooms (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

20. Game over, read the message on the cell phone screen, and Liu Sang sighed and tossed it onto the couch next to him. - Living with Inlaws (DMBJ, co-written with @xantissa)

I note that Liu Sang seems to spend a lot of time confused, bemused, or in the process of being whumped. As he should 😂 (don’t worry, it’s generally all better by the end of the fic)

Tagging (if you want to do it, that is) @hils79 @foxofninetales @kholran @amidalogicdive @laireshi @momosandlemonsoda @rensrendition @jockvillagersonly @s1utspeare @humanlighthouse

#dmbj #daomu biji #the lost tomb #guardian #pingxie #pingxiesang #weilan #fic meme

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afilmsforthoughtblog · 3 years

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Sequels Better than the Original

Last time, I discussed Sequels that should have never been made. Today, I will discuss sequels that are totally superior to the original movie. I do understand that without the first film, these next films wouldn’t exist, but I think that the filmmakers kept on improving their techniques with the list I have today! Which sequels do you think are better than the original? Let me know in the comments below!

1. Toy Story 2 (1999)

Two words: New characters! Sure, who doesn’t love the dynamic duo that is Woody and Buzz Lightyear? However, introducing Jesse and Bullseye make quite the story arc. Seeing more of Woody’s past makes the audience love the character even more. Plus, one of the best montage scenes ever came out of this movie. I love watching Woody get a glow up every time. It’s so aesthetically pleasing.

2. Shrek 2 (2004)

Now that Shrek got his “Fairy Tale Ending,” we finally get to see more of Fiona’s family and what it takes to be a royal. The opening scene with all the classic movie references? Iconic. Fairy Godmother and Prince Charming at the drive-thru? Iconic. Meeting Puss in Boots for the first time? Iconic. Shrek infiltrating Fairy Godmother’s factory causing chaos? Hilarious! There’s just so much about this movie that I could go on and on. Each scene is too good. As well, we can’t forget human Shrek! Ah, if only we could bring him back for another clip. I will say, the best thing about owning it on DVD is the spoof on American Idol called “Far Far Away Idol.” I would play that feature for hours because you could choose who won every time. Let’s not forget that from time to time, Simon Cowell would overrule your pick and declare himself the winner! Such good memories came from this film.

3. High School Musical 2 (2007)

Now that we’ve established who the characters are, it was fun seeing them on their summer vacation. Just seeing them let loose without having to worry about cliques or schoolwork makes me want to dance, too! Most importantly, we got the best bangers out of HSM 2. Songs such as “Bet on It,” “Work this Out,” “Fabulous,” and “I Don’t Dance,” are classic bops that always make me want to get out of my seat and jam! When this movie first premiered, I was so excited to choose the guest Disney star to appear in the final scene. It was a fun way to interact with the fans.

4. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

This is my favorite out of the films and the books! I know the overall plot is Harry battling against Voldemort, but this was a nice break from having the whole movie overcast by the impending doom of he who must not be named. I am a bit biased because Sirius Black is one of my all time favorite characters in the franchise! I love the subplot of another possible evil villain on the loose except he’s not what you think at all. Harry finding out about his godfather makes me all happy inside because now he finally has the opportunity for a healthy, family relationship.

5. The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013)

The second film in The Hobbit Franchise creates a great transition between the first and third film. We finally get to meet Smaug and learn of his intentions. You know, if the dwarves hadn’t disturbed him, he wouldn’t have wreaked havoc all over Laketown. Nevertheless, he had to be awoken for the dwarves to reclaim the Arkenstone. As well, Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice well-suited Smaug perfectly for the dark dragon which gives off a haunting ambiance. Also, the barrel scene is very entertaining to see because of all the dwarves floating down the river while holding on to giant, wooden kegs!

#disney #toy story 2 #dreamworks #shrek 2 #warner brothers #harry potter #high school musical 2 #new line cinema #the hobbit #desolation of smaug

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doakaptan · 3 years

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Shrek 2 is the hero we needed and here is why

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You see I could have just embedded this clip and that would be enough for an answer. Nobody and when I say nobody I mean literally nobody can argue with me about the greatness, the elegance, the excellence of this scene. The song surpasses the original in delivery, and the scenes that are recreated within the castle sequence, is even better than the ones it’s mocking... Overall, it is a theme within the Shrek franchise to do better than the ones you’re mocking, even when the movie itself is not taking anything serious.

On a more serious note, Shrek is a movie that started out as a parody of overused Hollywood tropes, but, through great writing, the franchise found its soul, right here in this film. While the first installment did not have much story to begin with (other than the fact that it was mocking Hollywood and Disney) Shrek 2 is a genuine attempt to have depth in characters and storylines while still mocking everything the fairytales stand for.

The movie takes of from where it left in the previous installment. Before delving into the story we see Shrek and Fiona’s honeymoon in a montage and all is well within Shrek’s universe. Until, a letter gets delivered to their suite and they learn that Fiona’s family are expecting them to visit the kingdom for a celebration. This moment is a crucial one for me, because finally we are about to get answers to questions we had in the first movie. Like, where is she the princess of, why did her parents leave her at the castle, who are her people and the movie expands on these in a great way. Not only that but the movie also expands on its own universe. The newly introduced concepts are not foreign to us. Like of course an evil Fairy Godmother recruited people through a deal he made with King Harold long long time ago to make sure his son Prince Charming married the princess and became the king. By the way King Harold turns out to be the Frog Prince so the deal he made with Fairy Godmother for his happily after makes sense.

While, Shrek 2 is a great follow-up movie it's also a great standalone story. It is told in such a way that we are unburdened by a need to know what happened in the previous movie. The movie introduces new characters and places with such ease that we don’t question whether something like that belongs in this universe. New characters such as Puss in Boots, Prince Charming, king and queen, and Doris are all fan favorites. The way these characters rose to favor kind of reminds me of the Star Wars Sequel but don’t quote me on that.

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I will use this section to point out insane attention to detail and great scenes apart from the final scene. Specific scenes like the dinner scene, thank you mother; mother!? are some of the greatest scenes that were ever produced. There is also the scene where Shrek, Donkey and Puss get arrested and a bag of ‘catnip’ is retrieved from Puss, the reference went over my head at the time but now, it is even funnier knowing the context. I would also argue that the dinner scene is a masterpiece on its own but sadly I don’t accept objections. The delivery of the characters are great as well. All the actors are on their best game and you can tell by the way they mend so well together.

Other than that, the details such as Far Far Away being modeled after Los Angeles is such a great idea. It plays more into the fact that Shrek doesn’t belong into the life Fiona previously had. The villain being a commercialized character within the Far Far Away makes a lot of sense as well. The pop culture references are integrated into its world don’t stand out, almost like they were always there. There is a burger king knock off named Friar’s Fat boy and Farbucks. It has been more than a decade (almost two) but the jokes they made about the consumerism culture still stands; like when Mongo (giant gingerbread man) destroys a Farbucks people who escaped from there go to the one across.

Don’t worry this is the semi-final segment of my rant on Shrek 2. One of the most important parts of Shrek is its soundtrack. The songs are great at setting the tone and enhancing the viewing experience. A fair example of that would be Fairy Godmother’s Holding out for a Hero. It ties into the story better than it did in Footloose and I can fight you on it, try me. In the first movie soundtrack was good too but this… this is above that. Every single song has a meaning and contribution to the overall story and nothing stands out. While the first movie used the music to subvert expectations that this wasn’t your typical Disney movie second one aims for the neck. That is why still to this day you associate All Star by Smash Mouth, Livin La Vida Loca, and Holding out for a Hero with Shrek. It is that good.

Now, let’s talk about the greatest scene in animated movie history. I referenced it probably too many times but still... Fairy Godmother’s Holding Out For A Hero... Who came up with it, how can one come up with this, we are unworthy of such viewing. Jokes aside the scene is both suspenseful and funny. The rules are set straight and we know this has to have a good ending but there is a what if Shrek can’t make it, in the back of our minds while viewing that makes us scoot to the edge of our seat. The sequence has so many remarkable moments to point out like when Mongo slowly drowns or Puss fights with the knights, even the simple dancing is amplified and I’m not even talking about the vocal performance. This scene outdoes every scene ever existed full stop.

I cannot let go of this movie I’m so sorry but to close this one off I will share my thoughts with you on a more serious note.

I think everyone falls in love with Shrek at least once, because we can relate to the way he feels and thinks on so many levels. Shrek was told time and time again that he was unworthy of being loved by a society that hated him for simply existing. He believed that until he met Donkey and later Fiona. Shrek 2 comes in when Shrek has learned how to love and be loved and to open up to someone but he is not ready to face society and, society is not ready to face him. Despite being loved by who matters to him the most he’s not the ideal husband for Fiona according to her family, friends and people. So he starts second guessing his worth. It’s when you get something you’ve always wanted but don’t feel deserving of it and it is something we experience everyday until we settle within our minds about who and what we are. Like a great philosopher in the name of Shrek once said: Ogres are like onions, they have layers; Humans are like onions too we have too many layers to be one thing. And That’s exactly why it is easy for us to connect with Shrek.

#Shrek 2 #too long #im so sorry #plz dont kill me #holding out for a hero is better than the original #turns out this is a passion project #shrek is love #shrek is life #i may or may not have romantic feelings for shrek 2 #but we wont be discussing that

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Rekindle Chapter 27: Protecting You

The miraculous duo seek out Master Fu's wisdom in handling this new threat.

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The two of them were leaping across rooftops in silence as they made their way towards Master Fu’s shop. Marinette ran and jumped with only half a mind, her focus dedicated towards the feeling that had settled on her. It was hard to pin down and name, but the best she could do was call it unease.

“Something on your mind, lovebug?”

Her eyes met those of her faithful partner, Chat Noir. “I just…” She frowned in concentration as she struggled to put it into words. “I don’t feel surprised about all this happening. It’s almost like I was expecting it to happen. Do you know what I mean?”

Chat froze and after a moment slowly nodded. “Actually? Yeah, I do. Have you been having… dreams lately? Not normal dreams but… miraculous ones?”

She thought back to her first dream, months ago about ancient Greece. They had only gotten more frequent since then, to the point where she either dreamed of the past or she didn’t dream at all. “...I thought it was just me?”

“No, I’ve been getting them for a while now. I just figured I was getting more attuned to the miraculous or something.” He clenched his fist and glanced at his ring. “Do you think they mean anything?”

“Maybe. But…” Marinette thought back to her dreams of werewolves in Victorian London and demigod heroes in Greece. “...I don’t know if there was anything tying them together. Except magic, I guess.”

Chat Noir shrugged. “We can compare notes later. Right now, there are baddies to beat, and other mysteries to solve.”

“Come on, then. We’re almost there.” She twirled her yoyo. “Hopefully Master Fu can give us at least a few answers.”

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“You were wise to come here,” the old master told them as he refilled everyone’s cup of tea, even the tiny kwami-sized cups. They had explained what they had seen, and Adrien couldn’t decide if it was relief or dread he felt when Master Fu wasn’t shocked at any of it. “It has to do with this.”

Adrien's grip on his cup tightened when he saw what had been placed on the table. A very familiar, clearly magical teal shard glinted back up at him, and he was suddenly grateful for his current lack of super strength. His claws might have broken the fine china in his hand, much like how the Peacock Miraculous had been shattered beyond repair by the sheer arrogance of his family.

Marinette looked confused. “But I don’t understand. How can it be doing anything if it is broken?”

“That is the problem,” Master Fu said whilst stroking his beard. “A miraculous is not like a modern electronic. Just because it breaks, does not mean it ceases to function. All the power that the miraculous possesses is still out there. But while the miraculous is broken, that power pours into the world wildly.”

Adrien exchanged a look with Marinette. It sounded even worse than they thought. Looking back to Master Fu, Adrien asked, “So there’s no way to stop it until the Peacock miraculous is whole again?”

“Only once it has been repaired will the flow cease,” Master Fu confirmed. “But that is another issue entirely. You said that the Mayor Andre has been captured by knights?” They nodded. “Then that must mean there is a shard of the peacock nearby.”

“How can you be so sure?” Marinette took a sip of her tea.

“The Peacock miraculous was meant to use human emotion and will to turn raw magic into creatures. In better times, they would be fearsome protectors, summoned from emotions like love, joy, and commitment.” He sighed. “But these knights… they seem to be a result of the mayor’s paranoia and fear. I suspect they take this form because he sees himself as lord and master of Paris.”

“Adrien told me that he saw more knights starting to appear. What does that mean?” Marinette spared a glance toward him as her hand reached for his.

“Unsurprising. With so much wild magic to work with, they will continue to multiply.”

“That hardly seems fair…” Adrien grumbled. “Aren’t our miraculous supposed to be the most powerful ones?”

“They are. The peacock is not meant to conjure more than one at a time. Each is taxing on the mind that summons it. They will continue to multiply until Mayor Andre cannot make any more, and then they will multiply further.”

“Do you mean…?”

“Yes. If this goes on long enough, the mayor will likely perish from his summoned guards.”

Adrien got to his feet and noticed that Marinette was already in motion. “Then we don’t have time to lose.” He bowed to the last guardian. “Thank you, Master. We will do our best to make things right.”

Master Fu frowned, causing Adrien to hesitate as Marinette left the room. He rose to stand before Adrien and put a comforting hand on his arm. “I do not hold you responsible for the sins of your father, Chat Noir. I chose you for a reason, and I have not come to regret this decision.”

Adrien nodded and left the room in a hurry, fighting down his relieved tears. There would be time for that later. For now, they had a mayor to save.

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They landed on a building opposite the mayor’s. Adrien was aware of Ladybug watching him patiently - the night wasn’t an obstacle for his keen senses, but Ladybug’s vision and hearing were only a notch above human. He scanned the building, expecting there to be eight or nine knights. Instead, he counted over twenty.

All that in a matter of an hour? How much time did the mayor have left?

“That bad, huh?” Ladybug commented from beside him. Some of his disbelief had to be showing on his face.

“Yeah… I think there are twenty three, maybe twenty four? They look and sound the same, so it’s hard to be certain.”

“Any idea where he’s at?”

“I saw them take him deeper into the building earlier, but I haven’t heard or seen him since we got back, if that’s what you mean.”

Now it was his turn to be patient as she narrowed her eyes at the roaming patrols of knights. Eventually, she turned back to him. “I’ve got a couple ideas, but we should try to find the mayor first. If we can get him away from the knights, maybe we can find something like an akumatized object that we can purify?”

“Sounds spot on as usual, m’lady.” He drew his baton, but she put a hand on it.

“Let’s try to avoid a fight for now, okay? I know you’re still my tough puss in boots, but I don’t like our odds against this many.”

He put his baton back with a wink to her. “As you wish. I can be purrfectly quiet.”

Dodging the patrols, they snuck into the building via a second story window. Upon landing, Ladybug’s eyes widened as she stared at an empty patch of corridor. She shook her head and blinked, which seemed to help. He was by her side in an instant, putting his arm around her.

“Are you alright?” He whispered into her ear, still listening for the march of the knights.

“Y...yes? I just… I could have sworn I saw… something.” Her eyes widened again and she glanced at his cat ears. “Did you hear anything just now? Like, voices?”

“...No?” If he wasn’t worried before, he was now. “Are you going to be okay, Mari? Maybe we need to talk to Master Fu again.”

She shook her head, stubborn determination sliding into place. “The mayor is in danger and we don’t know how long he has. I can handle whatever this is for now.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she glared him down. “No buts, kitty. We’ve been in worse messes before.”

He knew he had no choice but to trust her. As was usual for night time superheroics, Adrien took the lead. It was easy enough to avoid the patrols with how loud they were in their clanking suits of armor. Before long they stood before the entrance to the cellar. The closest wandering knights were far away. If they were quick, they might just be able to pull this off.

They burst down the door and Adrien had only a few seconds to take everything in. Four knights flanked the mayor, who was slumped in a chair and breathing heavily. His skin was pale and slick from sweat. He glanced up at them and reached out feebly.

“Help… me! They won’t let me leave!”

The knights marched in front of Adrien and just as he was about to charge them, Ladybug’s eyes widened again as she whirled around in place, staring into empty space. A split second of indecision gripped him - should he try to fight the knights who he had a fifty fifty shot of beating without help? Or should he retreat with Ladybug and regroup?

The thought had barely been expressed as words in his head before he had scooped up Ladybug and rushed her out of the room. He noticed with growing concern that her eyes were unfocused and clouded.

He bit his lower lip as he heard the clanging of metal armor sound all around him. He hoped that he could find somewhere safe to hide while Ladybug shook whatever was affecting her off, deliberately ignoring the possibility that she might not be able to.

#Miraculous Ladybug #MarichatMay2019 #Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Chat Noir #Adrien Agreste #Ladynoir #Master Fu #ml fanfiction #my writing #Rekindle

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lenaisanerd · 5 years

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i know it’s expected that i be serene

When Clary texts Simon requesting Fullmetal Alchemist, he knows something's up. But Clary seems to be in denial, and so Simon dispenses the ultimate cure-all: Hanging out with her best friend. (ca. 3500 words)

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Clary: can i come ober

Simon: Ofc

Are u okay?

Clary: yes i just want so talk and cuddle or something

Simon: Okay. Want me to set up anything?

Clary: fma? 2009?

Simon: I gotchu

Simon was slightly worried.

First of all, Clary wasn’t usually this reserved in her texting. Her lack of exclamation points coupled with the request for her favourite show could only mean one thing: his friend was way more down than she was letting on.

But he would deal with that when she brought it up because, well, he was also happy; Clary and him used to do this a lot – go over to each other’s (parent’s) place to hang out and watch something they both more or less enjoyed and maybe even talk about their lives and their feelings and- stuff.

But ever since the whole… half-angel manic pixie dream girl mom reveal (the HAMPDGMR) and everything that went down in consequence of the HAMPDGMR, they simply hadn’t done this sort of thing anymore. Sure, they hung out with all their other friends, at parties at Magnus’ loft or karaoke night at the Hunter’s Moon. And while that was fun, it was different when it was just the two of them.

Even during their brief dating stint, there wasn’t much they did that they’d done as friends. Simon had enjoyed what they’d done together, of course, but looking back it had been obvious that this wasn’t ideal for them.

Ideal was this: Lugging the connector cable for the TV into the vicinity of his laptop, powering both up and then loading a site with English subtitles of Hiromu Arakawa’s masterpiece Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

Also ideal: Clary bringing weird snacks with unpronounceable names from the Polish bodega down the street from their old high school. That store had become their first stop after class when they were younger and would sneak candy into movie theatres or curl up on the couch in Clary’s living room and watch Audrey Hepburn flicks with Dot. Simon was almost certain he would be able to eat some and keep them down by now.

Well, actually, in a perfect world, Simon would have loved to cook something for Clary (the food at the Institute was a far cry from what any sane person would call comfort food. Or edible). But one of the results of moving out of his mom’s place just after he’d become a bloodsucking creature of the night was that he owned basically no dishes, or pots, or kitchen utensils.

Even compiling his stuff with Maia’s (who had lived next to a Chinese restaurant for her entire adult life) yielded five plates, one bowl, two chipped mugs, and somehow a ridiculously large amount of cutlery. So cooking anything more than a bowl of cereal was out of the question until they got around to buying some usable stuff. Simon could already see himself and Maia filling their birthday and Christmas/Hanukkah wishlists with basic household items for years into the future. Ah, the joys of adulthood.

Still, this was almost the Saturday morning of his dreams. In the past year, Simon had come to understand that while moments of normalcy were few and far between, when one came along they had to hold on tight for as long as they could. Which was exactly what he was planning to do.

“I’m telling you, Polish Bodega lady has to be a Downworlder. We just have to find out what flavor she is.” Clary started on her new favourite topic as soon as Simon opened the door. She draped her damp jacket over the back of a kitchen chair to dry, dropped a plastic bag on the table, and re-tied her wet ponytail.

Simon started rummaging through the contents of the bag. “Okay, one: I don’t like “flavors”, at all, two: how do you know she’s not just a normal human being who just happens to own a windowless shop where she basically lives 24/7? Oooh, you brought those weird milk drops!”

Clary had her back turned to him while she stretched as far as she could to reach the plates and mugs on one of the high shelves above the sink, not quite managing it. “She never sleeps. Sometimes I come by that store when I’m on patrol, and she must be there all night. Every night. And every day, too. Either she never sleeps, or she has at least two clones.”

“Maybe she has an identical twin sister.” Simon took pity on her and handed her the dishes. Clary took them and ducked out under his arm from between the sink and his body in one fluid movement. Then she set to digging through the fridge for some soda for herself, and a bag of A+ for him, hugging the plates and mugs to her body with her free arm.

“I think I caught her staring at my runes. She definitely at least has the Sight.”

“Oh, so your angel-ninja sense is tingling? Tell me, is there a type of demon that loves to disguise itself as an old lady and watch reruns of Polish soap operas?”

“There’s only so many demons that can be terrorizing Manhattan bankers at a time, you know.”

Simon let out an undignified snort of laughter, of the kind that, had he been drinking at the time, would certainly have made him exhale his drink through his nose. Clary stuck her head over the fridge door grinning triumphantly. Then she emerged fully from its depths with a bottle of coke wedged horizontally under her chin, the plates under her arm, right hand holding the mugs, and left hand holding the blood bag. Standing up was a precarious balancing act, and Simon rushed over to take the bottle from between her chin and collarbone. After he snatched up the bags of sweets from the table they continued their procession into Simon’s bedroom.

Maia and him had moved in together just after New Year’s, into a tiny two-bedroom apartment in Fort Greene. They had decided against sharing a bedroom, though, mostly because of their sleep schedules. As Maia had put it, one partner strangling the other because a certain vampire keeps making noise all through the night while a certain werewolf is trying to sleep is not very conducive to a healthy relationship. Of course, they often spend the night together anyway, although those weren’t the nights when they did much sleeping.

“Come lie down, thought you wanted to cuddle,” Simon said, sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to him. Clary flopped down and threw her legs over his. Balancing the snack plate carefully on her lap she fluffed the pillows behind her and finally settled down.

It was several skipped episodes, an entire bag o’ blood, and a good two thirds of the coke later when Simon got to find out why exactly Clary was in such urgent need for Comfort TV Time.

“Did you know jat Ling’s name doejn’t need the ng sound at all? It’sh Lin in Japanese and”, Simon swallowed the milk drops, “the Chinese translation both, so they just changed it for us for some reason.”

“You’re going to regret eating those,” Clary said with such a comical expression of distaste on her face that Simon couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She rolled her eyes. “Suit yourself. I won’t mop it up, though.”

Simon was still grinning when Clary reached forward to pause the episode on a rather unfortunate still of Major Louis Armstrong in motion.

“Do you think Izzy would like this,” she said, suddenly serious.

“Who wouldn’t like Fullmetal Alch- ”

“You’re right. Of course she would. Continue.”

Simon took her vague gesture towards the screen as a command to unpause. About half a minute later she piped up again, this time not even bothering with the pause button. “Her favourite character would have to be Mei-Chang.”

“Really?,” Simon indulged, reminding himself that he had in fact watched this episode several times in his life(un-life?) already and could live (hah) with not catching every subtitle, “I would have thought Olivier, Lan Fan… or maybe Riza? One of the really cool badass ladies.”

“Izzy may be a really cool badass but trust me, she loves little girls with a passion for science. Did I tell you about that dinner party at Magnus’ place? She was off in a corner with Madzie all evening, talking about chemistry or something. It was adorable.”

“Yes, I – I don’t know how I managed to forget. You’ve told me about it... several times now.” Simon was quite proud of his wallowing pause here.

Clary said, “Well.” and when Simon looked over to her she was visibly re-invested in subtitles. He suppressed a fond headshake and decided to let her have this one.

The next time they got through a good fifteen minutes during which Clary only noticeably stopped herself from interrupting twice and Simon started quietly wondering if eating those drops was a bad idea after all.

“Could we invite her to something like this?”

“Izzy, you mean?”

“Ah, yes. I just mean, like, we’ve hung out at the Hunter’s Moon and the Institute and stuff but I don’t know, would she like just… watching anime? Snacking?”

Simon really did put up with a lot, huh. “I don’t know, what do you think?”, he said in his least exasperated voice and leaned forward once again to press pause. He looked over to Clary, who was searching through one of the bags of candy for the last red one with the utmost concentration.

“I think she’s probably never been able to do something like this but that… she’d probably like to try. And I guess it depends on the show if she’d enjoy it. Her attention span is better than ours’ for sure, though. Maybe I’ll ask her.”

“Instead of me?! I’m hurt, Fray.” Simon placed a hand over his unbeating heart and pulled what he hoped to be the most devastating pout since Shrek’s puss in boots. He probably didn’t succeed in that.

Clary repaid his efforts by hitting his shoulder. He whined out an ooow and curled up to smoosh his head into Clary’s side. Her shirt muffled his sigh, and she recoiled from his breath, pushing him away with a giggle.

“Simon, stop that! You know I’m ticklish!”

Instead of letting up, Simon wrapped his arms around Clary’s waist.

“Zis vasn’t my decision.” Simon was using his best Bela Lugosi accent. Clary’s eyes widened in mock horror and the corner of her mouth twitched upward. “You brought zis on yourself. If Izzy is going to be your new best friend now, you must face...ze octopus!” His legs wrapped around Clary’s knees while she wriggled and squirmed and laughed.

“Hang on, what do you mean ‘my new best friend’? Simon Lewis, you’re not suddenly getting jealous, are you?” Clary asked when she had successfully freed herself from Simon’s grasp and they were both lying on their backs, looking at the ceiling.

“Pssh. No,” Simon lied. Clary had the decency to look slightly guilty. “Maybe you just have a crush on Izzy, ever thought about that?”

He had expected a pillow to the face for that tease, or another assault on his shoulder, or a bit of banter. What Simon had not expected was Clary suddenly looking all serious.

“Huh. You know, I’ve never considered that. Thanks, Simon,” she said, and Simon was quite proud of himself for being as good at identifying sarcasm as he was, but he really and truly couldn’t tell what Clary was thinking then. As his friend leant forward to unpause their series he decided she must just be a bit tired of antics for today. Understandable, really.

Yesterday’s summer storm had turned into persistent rain. It pitter-pattered against the fire escape and the windowsill, occasionally cutting through the sound coming from the TV’s speakers. During the peak of the heat wave, Maia and Simon had opened all the windows in the apartment to let in a breeze and had jammed whatever was handy at the time underneath to keep them from closing. There was a guitar foot rest wedged in the crack of Simon’s bedroom window.

“Simon?”

“Yeah?”

“I definitely have a crush on Izzy.”

The pause button had never been pressed so quickly. It would have been a world record, if world record judges liked to hang out on rickety fire escapes peering through windows to see if random teenagers performed laws-of-physics-defying feats from the comfort of their beds.

Simon lay back down, face to face with Clary. She seemed way more casual than what Simon thought was appropriate for the situation.

“So…Izzy. Isabelle. Really tall, beautiful, kinda scary. Terrible cook. We’re still talking about our Izzy here?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.” Simon let that sink in for a minute.

“And, uh. How long have you known?”

Clary let out a hollow chuckle. “Consciously? About 30 seconds.”

Simon sat up. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Clary. I know you won’t like hearing it, but I’ve been your friend for over ten years, so I feel it is my duty to tell you this: You are such a dumbass.”

With a big sigh, Clary rolled over and buried her face in a pillow. Simon could barely make out her voice, but what she said sounded distinctly like a whine.

“What was that?”

Clary came up for air. ”I know.” Definitely whiny. With a very long vowel sound.

“I mean, you’re in so deep that I’m surprised you don’t need scuba gear yet.”

A groan.

Simon bumped her shoulder gently with his elbow. “Did I make you skip to the ‘wallowing in your own misery’ phase of having a crush?”

“No, it’s just...I can’t believe I never noticed.” Clary sat up, her legs crossed, facing Simon. “I only spent, oh, the last year with Izzy, every day. And– and looking back on some… things, it’s becoming really clear that I’ve had a crush on her for a while. And now I just feel like the biggest idiot in the world, and also what the fuck do I do now, Simon?” While she spoke Clary had let her head sink into her hands. Simon was of the opinion that they had just passed ‘wallowing’ and were well on their way to “breakdown”.

Simon leaned forward and, as gently as he could, pried Clary’s hands away from her face and held onto them for safekeeping.

“Hey, slow down, ‘cause this is bringing back really bad memories of pre-finals all-nighters.” This at least got a little smile out of Clary. “Now, can we back up just a bit to the ‘things’ you’re currently re-examining?”

Clary thought for a moment and then answered slowly, as though she was choosing her words with care. “Like, for example, why I love when she does my makeup. She’s really focused and just gets so close to my face and then she does that thing were she bites her lip and narrows her eyes, and sometimes I just want to lean forward and… kiss her?”

Immediately and seemingly instinctually, a grin tugged its way up the corner of Simon’s mouth. “Should I go get that scuba gear?” Clary rolled her eyes in response, but continued her recounting of Isabelle’s many virtues.

“And, uh, I always pick Izzy as a training partner, even though she does not go easy on me, because I kind of like when she kicks my ass.”

Simon only held in a dirty joke by viciously biting his own tongue. Clary was in distress. In distress.

His friend looked up at him from behind a strand of hair as if sensing his struggle but, judging by the nearly imperceptible untrackable movement of her eyebrows, refusing to acknowledge it. She headed on.

“Like, Izzy isn't really like anyone I've ever met before? And it's so - uh, exciting? Just to see her, like, do things her way. From the start she's made me feel like I belong, when, like, no one else really bothered to try?” Clary exhaled and shook her head. “I don't know. Maybe that's a bit much. I mean, what if we start dating and it immediately goes sideways? It’s just - we have too much history together. Maybe that doesn’t make any sense?”

Simon frowned. “No, I get it. She's really important to you.” He tilted his head to catch Clary’s gaze again. “And I know you’re really important to her. I don’t think one bad date could end your friendship. Also, you’ve known her for a year. If you want to call that ‘too much history’, I guess it might be, but when has that ever stopped you?”

Clary barked out a laugh. “Yeah, our relationship wasn’t exactly a success, though.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but Izzy isn’t me. And you aren’t the same you you were a year ago. Things are different.”

Clary looked ready to argue again, but kept quiet. Her body language was singularly vulnerable but her expression was more thoughtful than anything, brow furrowed tightly. She picked absently at her fingers which were still stained with oil paints, green and purple and gold. The rain continued its assault on the fire escape.

Eventually, after a long moment of silence, Clary stretched out on the bed next to Simon and, tugging at his shoulder, gently nudged him to lie down too. Clary tilted her head so it was lying against his shoulder and they lay there listening to the city they had been hearing their entire lives. But it was different now, wasn’t it? Simon had super vampire hearing and Clary had her angel ears and this wasn’t the city they had known anymore, because they knew what hid under the surface. But then, well, New York had never been the city they thought they knew. Simon had meant what he’d said: Clary had changed, and he had changed, and their old world felt lifetimes away. A year ago he would have said this was a bad thing. Today, he... wasn’t so sure.

“Should I tell her, do you think?”

“Hmm? What?”

“Izzy.”

“Oh.” Simon tried to get his train of thought off the existentialist detour track. “Uhh,” he said, intelligently, “I don’t know. Give me a sec.”

“Yeah, of course. Can you think while we watch?”

Simon nodded and Clary unpaused the episode. She propped her head up on her hand to get a more comfortable angle at the screen, and Simon’s eyes caught on the rune on her neck, right against the edge of her jawline. That was the first one, the healing rune that had seemed so out of place the night he’d found her by the church. By the Institute. Now, he couldn’t really imagine Clary without the runes, each a different part of her new life. There were the quick, simple ones Jace had drawn in the beginning, joined by the strong, decisive strokes of Isabelle and the slender script that indicated Alec, and of course Clary’s own hand, elegant and curving. Some for protection and some for strength, for courage and speed, fresh ones and older, darker marks. There was a story for every single one. A bit of experience. A battle won or lost.

He didn’t often dwell on this, but it sometimes occurred to Simon just how strong his best friend was. She had been through so, so much and come out on the other side a victor, maybe through luck, but also through sheer stubbornness. It was one of the things he loved (and sometimes loathed) about Clary. Simon was extraordinarily grateful that, even though both of them had lost a life, they had gained a new one, and one that had the other in it.

“Clary.”

She turned her head so she could look at him. One side of her face reflected the flickering lights of the TV. “Yes?”

“I think you should do what you think is best. Trust your gut. You’re gonna be fine.”

Clary looked disappointed. “That wasn’t much of an answer, oh great oracle,” she said.

“Well, that’s the only one you’re gonna get. This oracle is closed for the day,” Simon replied. He crossed his arms over his chest to emphasize his statement. Then, very quickly and stumbling over his words a little, he added: “I just really respect you and I think you’re really smart and have good judgement, and you can sort this out for yourself. Also if anything goes wrong this means you can’t blame me, so–” The rest of the sentence was cut off by Clary rushing to hug him. Her shoulder banged into his chin rather painfully. He would, of course, not have it any other way.

“Thank you, Simon. I love you.”

Simon smiled into Clary’s shoulder. “Love you too, Fray.”

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfiction #clizzy #simon lewis #clary fray #brotp #shadowhunters writing #fanfuckery #finally got this posted on the tunglr as well

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Spy Kids: Mission Critical Netflix review

Alright I have to get something off my chest. I have this weird thing...(not that weird but you’ll see) like a fetish in seeing villains wearing suits. Honestly everytime I see one that looks like this...

I am hooked, which brings me to spy kids because of this guy!

Lets just take a moment and just...admire him. He is such a dork! He is! He really is, he is ruthless when he wants to be, like when he tortures his minions. But, he is also kinda a soft noodle. His body language says it all.

His mannerisms, his body language, the way they animate his hands whenever he is talking! Ugh! such good characterization! And he is voiced by Tom Kenny. Perfect. This has been a public service announcement.

But Let’s talk about the show as a whole. I had seen the original movie of Spy Kids and when I heard Netflix came out with a Spy Kids Animated Series, Nostalgia hit me like a thumb-thumb. I had to see it and I was greeted with a throwback to the characters.

This series still has the same characters from the first film, like the Cortez family! We have Carmen and Juni who are enjoying life in the secret spy lair with their parents and other operatives until they are faced with a villain called the Golden Brain. (which is the nerd in the yellow suit). Golden Brain is a creation created by Mr. Cortez who escaped and created his own body. He is fueled with revenge and wants to destroy the spy agency and also take over the world. Typical kid-show villain. Emphasis on the “kid-show” part.

Even though they reference Mr. Floop and other past events for the parents who are spending time with their kids, it is still a kid’s show. I would put it in between “Sophia the first” and “Elena of Avalor”. One is strictly lessons and predictable plots and the other is action and adventure. Spy Kids: Mission Critical, is in the middle.

Let’s start with the characters.

They are caricatures. Let me explain, we have

Juni Cortez- Red headed younger brother who is often depicted as the “Punch first, take action” type of boy.

Carmen Cortez-Smart girl who believes she is mature but is really not.

These two are fine. Its the others I have critiques on because we have the “stylish Indian kid” (james bond, and I am saying indian because I think that is what it presented but I could be wrong.) His name is Sir Awesome. I don’t really enjoy his character because he sips tea all the time and...that’s it. He is sophisticated then the others but, there is nothing else interesting about him.

Then we have the Australian, “Ace”, who always says “mate” all the time and other Australian words but I feel as if they are trying really hard with his character to tell the audience “HEY! HE IS AUSTRALIAN!” Yes...we got it. He is seen as a friendly rival for Juni and is seen as perfect (even though he isn't) He is the skilled shooter in the team but that’s it. All you need to know is that he’s australian and he can shoot pretty good.

We have the Russian girl, “scorpion” who is actually a lot more interesting then the other side characters. She is the daughter of Floop! which is pretty awesome. She is not silly but serious all the time. She is sarcastic towards Carmen and confident in herself but she does have an angry side. In the cartoon, she has the most interesting dialogue and backstory. I can give her a thumbs up. Oh and she also has a thumb-thumb as her personal butler.

The last one is the worst. She bugged me a lot and her name is Glitch. She is the tech savvy, hacker, smart asian girl. (I’m saying she is asian because of the depiction but I might be wrong) She always says “Hashtag!” “LOL” “ZOMG”, “frown face emoji”. eeeew the emojis were the worst. They could have stuck with the hacker and smart part but when they added those words to her dialogue, its pretty cringy. But hey at least she has cool hair.

and by far, the best character in this whole series is this guy right here. Golden Brain.

He is more fleshed out then the side characters, thanks to how they animated him, the dialogue and how he react to things. Even though he is a typical cliche villain, who wants to take over the world and nothing else type off guy. Think of him like Cobra Commander in G.I Joe or Skeletor from He-Man. But he is pretty ruthless and serious, at the same time, he is silly and rambles when he’s nervous.

Whenever he is disappointed in his minions, he uses his cane to zap them. Its actually harsh and it physically hurts them, knocking them down where they stood. He shouts and screams. But he is intelligent (as a brain should be) Yet, he kinda has a softer side, especially when it comes to this girl.

Who is my second favorite character! Therese. She is Head of research and Development. She is also very smart and got the attention of Golden Brain from her work ethic and diligence to please her boss. She is a hard worker but a bit of a naive person. The whole time, she has no idea Golden Brain is actually a villain and thinks he runs a “vegan” and “environmentally-friendly” company. It actually makes me smile and laugh hearing the two talk to one another, especially since Golden Brain is trying to keep his agenda’s secret. But she is the only one that actually does not “annoy” him and is genuinely quite gentle with her.

He does this funny thing when he sees her and that’s when he is waving at her. He kinda likes waving goodbye or acknowledging her. He can’t control it. There was one scene when he waves a little “too long” and had to physically slap his hand down.

There’s nothing special between them.

No. I’m serious.

.......

I ship them.

Okay but listen! I really think the writers are setting something up. Just go watch episode 4 and tell me you don’t see any shipping quality! These two is the life force of this show! and I would like to see a solo episode with them in the next season.

But i’m getting sidetracked.

The season so far as ten episodes. It’s pretty short. I wish they made it a bit longer, like two episodes more. Each episodes has its ups and downs and a few are better than most like ep 1, 2, 4, 9, and 10. I would say these are my top five. Most of the episodes are cliche and is often a moral but that’s alright since it is a kid show.

The animation is okay. it reminds me of Puss and Boots. You’ll see what I mean when you watch it. There are only three main locations, the spy academy, taco place, and desert. Since its a netflix show, they have to work with what money they have on hand.

Altogether, the show is good. The side characters are annoying but everything else is fine. If I would give it a rating out of ten I would give it a....

7/10!

Its a kid show!

But I highly recommend you all give it a chance and watch it. Especially for Golden Brain because he is great and I would like to see more fan art of him and Terese sooooo...get on that!

#spy kids #spy kids: mission critical #black hat #villainous #golden brain #review #netflix #kid's show #shipping fuel #khan #jungle book #toffee #star vs the forces of evil

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