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quietbluejay · 19 days

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Ahriman: Exile Reread 1

So, I decided not to include my thoughts on the samples I read in between Buried Dagger and this the TLDR: Betrayer: I'm definitely intrigued but it felt like it was being unfair to Magnus :/ Angel Exterminatus: McNeill has really upped his game! The Path of Heaven: slaps roof of warhammer this franchise can fit so much chronic pain into it The Crimson King: this is what got me interested in Lucius originally

And now, the main event: Ahriman: Exile was the second ever WH40k book I ever read (first being Know No Fear), and it was basically the make or break between me staying and me leaving.

story begins with a space wolf pov and man i gotta read a space wolf book at some point, i found out there's a book where a space wolf and a thousand son end up sharing a body and then apparently they become besties so like this is a book written just for me future bluejay note: i read the sample at a later point and the book is on the list now

this guy however in the ahriman novels was as i recall my introduction to warhammer cannibalism And at this point I feel like I should maybe put a content warning. Cannibalism mentions ahead, if you've read the book it's fine, I'm not screenshotting those bits and I'm being even less descriptive

haakon (the pov guy) undergoes an experience that sounds a LOT like he has the butchers nails haakon dude r u ok

you know if i had a nickel every time in this book a dude got stripped and hung from a wall in chains and scribbled on with ink pens by one specific sorcerer i'd have two nickels which is not a lot but man, amon, you need better hobbies note from future bluejay: I misremembered oh i also forgot this bit

im sixteen pages in and we are on our SECOND cannibalism this is really gross i shouldn't have read this right after eating i was going to describe a bit and thought better of it even behind spoiler rip haakon you were alive only for the prologue chapter though wait i feel like he showed up again in a later book??? maybe it was a different gross space wolf

carmenta my beloved blorbo no, self, you have enough cosplays planned her child, for context, is the spaceship she's a rogue techpriest and she's connected to the ship

and here he is the specialest boy the sad wet beast of an evil sorcerer, the platonic ideal of a poor little meow meow

ahriman is uh, not doing very well how the mighty have fallen literally kneeling for an unsanitary blood covered dude who collects evil sorcerers like jewels

viva la vida plays in the background this is, to be honest, an uncomfortable scene, but it really works for setting the mood of the book

meanwhile ahriman is just sitting there like "his main sorcerer is going to betray him i could probably do something but what is the point of doing anything i don't know if all my powers still even work" "it was as if a portion of his soul had shrunken to a wasted shell" and meanwhile gzrel is calling him "a whipped dog among wolves" rip wolf reference ahriman doesn't actually react to that at all khayon would but ahriman basically attempts to repress all his trauma and Does Not Think about it he does that about a lot of things so yay ahriman got chosen to lead the attack on the Titan Child, he's being set up to die ahriman: ok and now over to astraeos who is also blorbo there's a lot of great characters in these books

ok so he's part of the remains of a renegade space marine chapter imperium turned on them without saying why we don't find out about this til a lot later and we find out why waaaay later and it's normally a plot i hate but it was kind of okay here because it fits the story thematically somehow he became the leader of what remains but he has no clue what to say also they're guarding carmenta

Gee I wonder why your powers don’t work any more Do I really need to know about the bloody mucus, French?

the overwhelming message im getting from this is "chaos space marines are gross and unsanitary"

ok i don't remember this either something possessed the dude next to ahriman and now there's frost everywhere it's speaking to ahriman and also everyone else is frosen in time "i am your fate come round at last" spooky note from future bluejay: arc words! arc words!

carmenta: ah my death is here i will be free at last but oops astraeos rescued her ahhh okay so she found him and his brothers floating lost in space and she rescued them and thats why they swore to protect her

ahriman 🤝 carmenta hearing ominous voices behind their thoughts ahriman 🤝 carmenta "you know what just let me die here"

oops ahriman's repression failed traumatic flashbacks to his brother's death time oh yikes rip astraeos he's a prisoner and they took one of his eyes and he's being hung from the ceiling with HOOKS IN HIS SKIN euerrrrgh rusty hooks man french is really going out of his way to emphasize the whats the right term the physical elements and the horrible reality of what it would be like, it's very visceral but also lmao trying to earn the mature rating for the book as if it didn't with the cannibalism

i don't think it's overshooting the horror im just trying to make a joke to lighten my mood because this book gets dark i actually had to take breaks when i was reading it originally because I was in a pretty bad mental place at the time oh yeah ding we have a third character held prisoner naked and hanging from the ceiling though tbh astraeos' situation is worse than haakon's or than future ahrimans will be note from future bluejay: you misremembered, there are 3 times characters are imprisoned and vulnerable and hanging from the ceiling but in only two cases were they naked and cannibalized, no one ate ahriman and he got to keep his tunic. To be fair to past bluejay, it is a weird thing to pop up multiple times in the first place

both of them they were both betrayed by the imperium that created them and outcast by it

astraeos is unsettling ahriman oh this is why he adopts astraeos isn't it

it's because he reminds him of himself and then he shapes astraeos into himself including his own mistakes…. third cannibalism at least it happened offscreen ahriman feel supernatural fear French does a good job at conveying the creeping feeling of something wrong at your back ;-; ahriman kept all the physical things he could from his time in the TS

forget bad mental health day ahriman is having a bad mental health millenium

I can't help but hear this as a riff on the "we should improve society somewhat" meme

so i am STILL not sure if it's the voice of something else in his head or not maybe this time when i finish the trilogy i will have clarity the end got really confusing

oh hey time for him to meet carmenta

and then he warns her to be careful oh gross not the human tallow candles again this was I think my first encounter with them, but sadly not my last of course they didn't do a good job rendering you think these guys know how to properly render anything it explicitly smells like meat

the visitors are thousand sons ahriman basically has a panic attack

oh ahriman is happy :D visitor is someone he knows and actually liked him

ahriman: i'm not alone :D :D :D meanwhile he keeps having visions oops "the vision slipped into his mind like a razor" i love french's similes tolbek threatens gzrel a bit and then ahriman and him talk via telepathy tolbek: you must come with me ahriman: sorry no tolbek surprise attacks it's super effective

annnnd ahriman awakens his power again

after centuries of depression, local man finally feels something and it's joy that he's going to kill someone he knew rip and then ahriman turns into a killing machine rip everyone in the room you're all dead also things get trippy with visions

oh, honey sometimes, having hope is bad because this is wh40k

but this is where it starts he's at his lowest point but he's going to start to climb oh welp he didn't kill one dude just broke his mind

ahriman: i almost feel bad for him then he remembers that this is the guy that ate astraeos' eye and tortured him ahriman: nvm and then for some reason (vision he had) he doesn't kill Maroth seriously at this point i have to think it was something making him not do it the first thing ahriman does is go to free astraeos

the thing he does not want to do is he frees astraeos anyways so now astraeos feels obligated because his honour and obligation are all he has left time for carmenta to be a badass

elmo emoji

anyways the prose is definitely holding up the weird stuff feels weirder, somehow

thinking about how fast ahriman gets attached to carmenta and astraeos but doesn't really admit it to himself which is a repeating pattern in his life thought I had last night: he has the wisdom and critical thinking skills that God gave a slug

let me amend it, that's mean to slugs ahriman does not have the wisdom and sense that God gave a slug i had some thoughts about ahriman and astraeos and some of the themes of this book but they aren't entirely coherent but basically about ahriman being at his kindest when he's at his lowest point mentally and physically and also tbh at his wisest and as he gets in better shape he loses that to his all consuming focus

ahriman is basically the manifestation of that diane di prima poem all he has is a collection of means

#bluejay reads warhammer #warhammer 40k #the real question is who between ahriman and mortarion has the lower WIS stat

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flowersoldier · 4 years

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The Flower Girl and the Wolf

Aerith's living a normal live, until she met a shapeshifting wolf named Cloud... Formerly known as 'Beauty and the Beast' but completely rewritten.

AO3

Chapter 1: The Stranger from the Woods

It was night in Midgar and a dark, hooded figure jumped over seceral roofs. This town was weird, it had a gigantic plate and people lived above and below it. Cloud decided to hide below the plate and somewhere in the middle of these...slums, he stopped. He was on the roof of an old church. He pulled the hood of his cloak off, revealing a pair of wolf ears twitching at every sound. He smelled the air, but except for the bad smell of the town, there was no hint that anyone followed him. Nodding to himself, he turned to get going, but suddenly the wooden plates he stood on broke and he fell into the church, getting knocked out by the impact.

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"Mom, I'm off!" Called Aerith cheerfully, pulling on her little red jacket over her pink dress and bouncing down the stairs. Despite her twenty-one years of age, she was still being as cheerful and bouncy as a child.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" Asked her mother Elmyra, stopping her daughter before she could leave the house.

"The church. Someone has to take care of the flowers." She said, smiling happily at her mother. Elmyra smiled back and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Be careful, Aerith." Said girl rolled her eyes playfully. Elmyra told her this everytime she left the house. Yes, she knew the Slums could be dangerous, but Aerith could take care of herself just fine.

"Always. See you later, mom."

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Aerith walked happily through the streets of Midgar. Her braid that was fixed with pink ribbon swung back and forth with each step. Aerith kept looking around to see if there's anything dangerous nearby, but there was nothing. It was very early and there weren't many people outside yet.

The girl looked up at the upper plate that prevented everyone living below it, to see the sky. But Aerith didn't really care not to see the sky. She was...kinda afraid of it.

Just a few minutes later she arrived at the church of Sector 5 and entered it. It was very old, no one bothered to take care of the building, so now it was just rotting away. If it wasn't for Aerith of course. She took care of this place and even grew a flower bed in the middle, where the altar once has been.

But something was different today. As she came closer to her flowers she saw someone lying in them. She tilted her head at the unconscious man lying on her poor flowers, before looking up. There's a hole that wasn't there yesterday. He must've fallen down. Did he come from the uper town, or did he just walk on the roof?

The boy was had spikey, blond hair and he only wore black. A coat, a wollen shirt with only one sleeve -which was a different kind of fabric she noticed, and pants. Oh and a wolf necklace. After taking a closer look she noticed him having animal ears. And a fluffy tail, too! She wasn't an animal expert but it looked like they're from a wolf. Was he cosplaying? Tilting her head again, she knelled down and poked one of his fluffy ears and to her surprised it wiggled with every touch. As if it was real...

Then the man began to stir and groan quietly, snapping Aerith out of her thoughts. "H-hey, can you hear me?" Aerith waited for a reply, but none came. "Hellooo~!" She called and watched him stirring awake. "Hellloooo~!" Aerith called again and now his eyes fluttered open.

Aerith couldn't help but stare at his bright, sapphire blue eyes for a while. Was this how the sky looked like? If so then it wasn't scary at all. "Yay!" She exclaimed, when he looked back at her and sat up. He was staring at her, too, kinda like as if he never saw a human being before.

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Cloud stared at the girl, not quite sure what to think. Was he dead? Was she an angel? Her eyes sparkled and shined and looked define on their own. And then there was her face and hair and dress and everything about her. No that wasn't an angel, she was a goddess.

"Are you okay?" She asked and her voice...Her voice sounded so...sweet. No, she couldn't be a normal human being...But then his eyes widened. No, she smelled like a human. He immediately reached up for his hood, but it wasn't there. She could definitely see his ears. And he knew they moved, too. Way to hide his identity...He had to get out of here.

"Hey." Her voice caught his attention immediately. "Do you understand me?" Cloud just nodded hesitantly. "Are you okay?" She asked again and Cloud answered with another nod. "So...what are you?" He looked away, having no idea how to answer this. Well, actually he did, but he couldn't get any words out of his mouth. "Can you talk?" She really had lots if questions. But he'd probably be just like that when he saw a weird creature. He nodded again.

She smiled at him then. It was...so radiant. So beautiful...He opened his mouth to talk, but was stopped by her voice. "Are these tiny fangs?" She asked amused and even though these are not the worst things she saw on him, he quickly covered his mouth and avoided her gaze.

Then, just a second later, he felt something tickling his ear. It wiggled on its own and the girl began to giggle. He glanced at her and saw that she was the one tickling his ear. It would be so much more annyoing if she wouldn't have such a beautiful, angelic voice..."So, these are real? Can you tell me something about yourself?"

Well, it was too late now, anyway, right? "I'm a wolf." He answered, looking away again. The girl hummed and he could practically feel her stare on him. It was kinda embarrassing...

"Well, except for your fluffy tail and ears you look like a normal guy to me." She said thoughtfully.

It was forbidden to reveal the identity to humans, but it was way to late for that. "It's because...This is a disguise. I uhm....can transform into a real wolf."

"Wow...Can you show me?" This question really surprised him.

"What?" He asked shocked leaning away from her. What kind of girl was this? Normal people would be afraid of him, but she was actually curious!

"Can you show me? I'd really like to see it." She asked again, looking at him hopefully with her sparkling green eyes.

"No." He answered, again trying to get away from her gaze.

"Why not?" She sounded so disappointed. So sad. This shouldn't have an impact on him!

"You'll be afraid." He took the lamest excuse ever. This girl should be aftaid of him, but for some reason he didn't want to scare her.

"Don't worry." She said and Cloud made the same mistake again and looked at her radiant smile. "Wolves are one of my favorite animals! I won't be afraid of you."

To be honest, he had no idea if she was brave or extremely naive..."Still no."

"You're no fun..." She mumbled, pouting like a little girl. "By the way...do you mind getting out of the flowerbed?"

His question confused him for a second, that is until he looked down and realized for the first time that he was sitting in the middle of many pretty flowers. "Oh..." He quickly stood up and jumped out of the flower bed. "Sorry."

The girl smiled, despite him crushing her flowers. "It's okay. They can handle it." So that's why it smelled so good. And he thought it was only her that smelled so amazingly flowery.

"Why...why are you not afraid of me?" He asked then, thinking that her lack of fear weird. Every other human hated and feared them, so why not her?"

"Why would I? You're a really nice guy. Wolf."

"People call us 'monsters'." He said, frowning.

"I don't think you're one. As I said, you're really nice. Say, do you have a name?"

The blonde was clearly hesitant, but then again he never met a human like her before. She looked very trustworthy. "Cloud."

The girl hummed, her smile never faded. "Cloud, huh." His ears twitched when she said his name and couldn't help but like how it sounded with her voice. "I'm Aerith. Nice to meet you." Cloud smiled back, slightly. Could anyone not smile in her presence? "Cloud. Please show me how you look as a wolf."

She looked at him like a wolf pup and he felt himself crumble under that gaze. "Okay..." He said, looking away from her. She was surely smiling brightly right now. Looking around, he found a back door. "Wait here." He left her standing there and went to the separate room. Then he undressed himself, since he still needed these 'borrowed' clothes and couldn't afford to rip them apart. As soon as he shed all clothes, he transformed into his wolf form.

He had a golden like fur color and his hair style was still there. His head and neck was all spikey. And to top it all off, he got the white spots from his father. A big part of his eight ear was white, his feet were white he had a big white spot on his left eye and the complete underside of his muzzle belly and all the way to thw tip of his tail were white. He was probably the most bright colored wolf on this planet. Well, except for the ones who were completely white or silver-ish. After stretching his legs and ruffling his fur with his paws, he hesitantly walked back to Aerith.

He still expected her to be afraid as soon as she saw him, but instead she looked at him in wonder. Not just because he was an actual wolf, but also because he was much bigger than a normal one. He was big enough to carry her on his back. "Wow." Cloud made sure to have a safe distance between them and sat down, just watching her reaction. To his surprise, she approached him and reached out, gently touching his head. "You're fur is so fluffy..." She said more to herself, as she petted him gently, running her fingers through his fur. Aerith traced the white spots on his eye and ear and if he'd be a human he'd surely blush. Actually he still felt quite warm already.

He scooched in, unconsciously, really enjoying the way she petted him. But then She surprised him by coming even closer and burrying her face in his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?" He asked, but it sounded more like a barking to her ears. Sadly, his kind couldn't speak with humans. There was a different, intelligent species that spoke the human tongue, though. They were close allies.

Aerith kept snuggling him and Cloud tried to ignore her sweet, flowery scent. It was more intense with his wolf form and it wrapped him into a sweet, warm bubble that he didn't want to get out of. But he had to. He won't stay in this weird, stinky place. All he wanted was to see the world and had to go back eventually. With that in mind, he backed away from her and disappeared into the back room again. Even if everything in him told him to stay like that with her forever. Before he could change his mind and go back to her, he transformed back and dressed himself again. When he went back to the girl, he saw her pouring.

"Why did you change back?" She asked sad, disappointed. It was almost enough to go back there and change back. Almost.

But he didn't have an answer to her question. While trying to calm his racing heart, he approached her again and sat down on the ground. "I don't understand you...You should be afraid of me. Every normal human being would be afraid and run away from me."

But Aerith ignored him obviously, as she was more occupied at poking his ear and tail. "Are you listening?" He asked her frustrated. She didn't bother looking at him and kept poking his tail.

"I hear you. I just don't care." Her honesty was really...something else. "'Oh my gosh, whatever should I do'? Is that what you want to hear?" Cloud just stared at her blankly.

"Every other wolf would've killed you instantly..."

"But you didn't."

"Yeah, but..." There was no use talking with her. She was just a crazy and insane person. "Can you show me the way out of this town?"

Now this got her attention. "You wanna go already?"

Cloud nodded. "This isn't really...the best smelling place I've ever been to..."

"You're right. It's the Mako. I think I got used to the smell...I've been living here since I remember." Silently Cloud wondered why anyone would want to live in this place. He had no idea how people lived above the plate, but down here...It must be like living in hell. "Hey, how about you stay here overnight? I can offer you a place to sleep."

Cloud took a moment to think. It wouldn't hurt staying here for the night. Until then he could probably talk with Aerith more. "Okay."

Aerith beamed at his answer. Her smile was blinding him. "Great! You can stay at my place. My mother's there, too, but don't worry! I know she'll love you!"

At the mention of her mother, he was nervous. "Are you sure she won't mind? And what about..."

"Don't worry! She's very good at keeping secrets, you know. Even if she kicks you out, you can still stay here. But it's worth a try, right?" She was very optimistic...But it was infectious.

"Right." After pulling the hood of his coat over his head, she followed Aerith out of the church and to her place.

#clerith #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #final fantasy vii #ffvii #final fantasy #ff #fanfics #fanfiction #cloud #aerith

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wienerbarnes · 5 years

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Whatever It Takes (2/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 1,519

Prompt: Doctor AU

Warnings: Descriptions of disease symptoms, funny stuff

A/N: yay chapter two! thank you to everyone who showed me love on the first chapter and left the sweetest comments!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Your loud James Brown and the Famous Flames ringtone interrupts the silence of the quinjet on the way to Avengers tower. Bucky feels a vein about to pop in his forehead as he glances up from his book in his seat across from you as you pull your phone from your pocket to see Abraham calling. He watches you glance at the screen as you pick out the pretzels in your teeth with your tongue.

“I thought you said you left your phone in your office?” Bucky questions, annoyed wrinkle in between his eyebrows.

“Just wanted to see if you’d be able to tell if I was lying.” You respond mischievously as you answer the phone and put it on speaker.

“Inspector Gadget speaking,” You greet as Bucky continues to stare at you.

“Where are you?” Comes Abrahams voice through the speaker, excitement poking through his voice.

“I’m on a top secret mission for the Avengers.” You inform as you kick your feet up on the corner of Bucky’s arm rest across from you. Bucky rolls his eyes and glances back down to the book he was reading.

“… Right. CT, history, and tox screens came back normal.” Jordan tells you.

“Her tendon reflexes seemed a bit weak to me, though.” Abraham argues.

“Areflexia could mean Miller Fisher.” You infer.

“Yes, Areflexia could mean Miller Fisher, but since her reflexes were weak and not absent, it means nothing, I’m releasing her. You can get back to your strip tease or Avengers-themed orgy or whatever it is your doing with your cosplay buddy.” Jordan states.

“You think the Avengers would allow such-“ You’re cut off by the dial tone as Jordan hangs up the phone.

…

Bucky leads you through the modern looking hallways of the Avengers tower and you sneak peeks into the many labs that line either side of the hallway. Large screens, cases and cases of tubes and containers with various liquids in them, even the hospital beds look like the most luxurious cots that money could buy. They probably are the most luxurious cots money can buy, you think. You finally reach an office at the far end of the hall and Bucky opens the door for you.

Inside you find Bruce Banner sitting behind a desk looking over various files and papers. He glances up at the sound of the door, removes his glasses, and stands to greet you.

“Dr. Bruce Banner. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor, especially on such short notice.” Dr. Banner holds out his hand and you shake it gratefully.

“P-pleasure’s all mine. You’re Bruce Banner.” You ogle at him. First an invitation to the Avengers Tower and now you’re standing in front of the Bruce Banner?

Bucky smirks, amusement clouding his face as he takes notice of your admiration. It’s hilarious to him to see how fast your sarcastic and immature exterior melts into a star-struck, stuttering mess. It’s… endearing, almost.

“Oh! This is Dr. Curtis from the Mayo Clinic,” Banner gestures to a middle-aged woman sitting in a chair in front of the desk. Glasses hanging around her neck with a dark blue blouse and black slacks on her body, she stands and shakes your hand, too.

“Dr. Sydney Curtis on Immunology, Dr. Curtis?” You confirm.

“Oh, you’ve read it?”

“No, but it is keeping my piano level in my apartment.” You inform. Dr. Curtis’ smile drops and you see Dr. Banner’s eyebrow quirk upwards and Bucky stifle a laugh and disguise it as a cough from his position near the door.

“So, where is the poor, sick fella?”

…

“I’m afraid there will be some limitations on his medical history. Just let me know what you need and I’ll try my best to provide.”

Dr. Banner leads Bucky, Dr. Curtis, and yourself down a different hallway, presumably towards the Agent’s room.

“F-Y-I, my medical malpractice insurance doesn’t cover alien autopsies.” You tease.

“Don’t worry, all of that stuff is the next wing over.” Bucky chimes in, sending you a wink when you turn your head to look at him. He finds you more amusing now that you’re annoying more people than just him. Your wit is always clever and you always seem to know the perfect thing to say to push everybody’s buttons and make him laugh.

“Where was the patient when he fell ill?” Dr. Curtis asks.

“I’m afraid that’s classified. Assume there aren’t many places John hasn’t been. And, yes, John is a cover name.”

“Well, why do think it was an attempt on his life?” Curtis tries.

“We can’t tell you that either.” Banner replies, stopping front of one of the white rooms along the hallway.

“Well, what can you tell us?” Curtis asks.

“Yeah, did Oswald really have sex with Marilyn Monroe?” You ask. Bucky smiles and opens the door, leading in first followed by Dr. Banner, yourself, and Dr. Curtis.

Walking into the dimly lit room finds everyone staring at the frail looking man laying in the hospital bed. Pale skin, open sores, bruises, skin almost looking like it had bubbles forming it over it. Redness covers what’s visible of his body; arms, neck, and face. Dark circles surround his closed eyes and lips are cracked beyond belief.

“Good Lord,” Curtis whispers.

“Very professional,” You huff and throw a disapproving glance at Dr. Curtis.

“Five days ago he was 185 pounds,” Banner begins. “Perfect health.”

Silence fills the room as everyone observes the sick agent in the bed, wondering what could possibly cause this amount of damage in such a short amount of time.

“Cool.” You exclaim.

Banner walks over to the stack of files sitting on the small table at the end of the bed. He hands one to both you and Dr. Curtis and you realize it’s Agent John’s file, or at least a file with any information they’ll give you.

“We’ve tested him for every poison, every metal, and every biological agent we can think of.” Banner informs.

“It says in here that he ate a lot of chestnuts.” Curtis states, reading through the file in her hands.

“Woah, woah, woah. If the squirrel liberation army is involved in this, I want no part. Those little rodents will-“ You begin to mock.

“Horse chestnuts are poisonous, if someone switched-“ Curtis begins to explain but you interrupt her.

“Horse chestnuts may look like chestnuts but they taste like a horse’s lower-than-chestnuts. Which makes the theory that he ate a couple hundred a tad unlikely.” You argue. You don’t ignore the fact that both Bucky and Banner are both failing to hide their smiles at the banter between you and Curtis. You want to be professional around a very handsome, brooding soldier and the doctor that inspired you to study medicine, but Dr. Curtis is making it very difficult.

You close the file and pace slowly around the room. “Seeing as he was prowling the streets of… Tehran?” You guess.

“Actually it was the streets of- Oops! You almost got me.” Bucky faces you with a sarcastic grin.

“Unless you can tell us the environmental factors or any poisonous fauna-“

“Which you know I can’t do-“

“You might as well just Google, ‘poison’!” You respond defeatedly. You’ve solved difficult cases before, but this is turning out to be a real puzzle.

“The only thing they would tell me is that he’s spent the last eleven months in Bolivia.” Bucky compromises, arms crossing over his large chest. He wants to help, he really does. He cares about this agent; he cares about all the agents he’s trained and watched become great heroes. Especially after requesting to be taken off missions, he’s been lucky to be put in charge of training any and all incoming agents and helping Sam assign them to missions.

“Who are you gonna kill in Bolivia?” You question, brows furrowed on your face.

Bucky rolls his eyes as Dr. Curtis chimes in, “What does it matter what he was doing? He’s dying!”

“Not anymore, it’s pancreatitis.” You say as you slump down into one of the bedside chairs.

“He’s not an alcoholic.” Banner informs you.

“And unless his pancreas is in his fingertips-“ Curtis sarcastically states, looking to Bucky to see if his expression matches the annoyed one of Curtis herself, but he’s only staring at you, curious about your thought process.

“Spies can’t get fungal infections?” You ask.

“What about the burns on his skin?” Banner inquires.

“Spies can’t get sunburns? Bolivia doesn’t have sun?” You joke, catching Bucky’s eye as he chuckles softly at your reasoning.

“So either we go with her theory of the non-drinking drunk, which is totally unreasonable, or the theory that someone poisoned him with the resources to make it completely untraceable.” Curtis argues.

Banner looks between you and Dr. Curtis, gears running a million miles per minute in his brain trying to think of what to do.

“Let’s, uh, let’s treat him for radiation poisoning.” Banner says as he begins walking towards the door. You roll your eyes and stand to follow him, Dr. Curtis, and Bucky out of the room again.

TAGS: @thefvcker-tucker @angel-fire @gagmebucky @hannie-writes-marvel @unicorniorosacomefrutillas @creepylittlemarvelgirl @spiderrpcrker

#d&s’milestonecelebration #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #doctor!reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x doctor!reader #whatever it takes

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darksaiyangoku · 4 years

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Bloodlines AU: Apex Cosplays

Joethefriendlyponybro: I've got another skit for y'all. And this time, it's a skit based off of DarkSaiyan's cosplay stories but set in my next gen RWBY AU. Let's see what I can share what strange stuff me and DarkSaiyan came up with, shall we?

[Vale City Comic-Con, the Belladonna-Wukong family's planned vacation spot for quite some time was just down the street. At a nearby bus stop stood Sun and his and Blake's daughter, Alexandria. Alex for short.

Sun wore a mustard-yellow jumpsuit along with brown gloves and tinted orange goggles. His hair was scruffier than usual to reflect his cosplay getup as Mirage from Apex Legends.

To his side sat Alex wearing a mostly black but also purple getup, her long and scruffy black hair wrapped up in a ponytail as Wraith from the same game.]

Sun: Whoo!!!! Haven’t been in cosplay gear in such a long time. I feel like I’m back at school again, hehe.

Alex: *removes eye contacts, revealing green eyes* Dad, when was the last time you dressed up?

Sun: Let’s see.......I think it was back when Team CFVY were visiting Vacuo. We all decided to cosplay as the MCU heroes. *chuckling* I called dibs on Star Lord. Neptune was piiiiiissed!

Alex: *jumps on top of bus stop* I think Elsa wanted to go as Sif this year. But, with tending to her folks' restaurant, I guess she had to work on filling out orders for con-goers.

Sun: Well, at least Ren and Nora are making some great cash with their kids this year. *muttering* Blake isn’t taking this as well as I thought she would...

Alex: Is mom taking it that bad? Sorry, cat ears. Couldn't help but pick it up.

Sun: Not really. She just hasn’t been in cosplay in long time. It’s kinda strange for her to be back in the den of the nerds. That.... and she’s getting looks from some thirsty boys.

Alex: You're both running Menagerie's own combat school. Not to mention ensuing Faunus relations across Remnant- -Wait. Who's ogling my mom? Who do I have to cast a hex on to remind them she's a married woman?

Sun: *points* That guy on the right at the bench on the end of the street.

[She turned to see a man thirsting over a photo of Blake on her Scroll. Alex immediately went into pack mode, shouting at the creep.]

Alex: *glares at creep, eyes glowing turquoise* HEY SHITHEAD! My mom is taken, so why don't you back off before I twist you into a pretzel, fondue you and feed you to an Ursa?! *bares teeth, resembling fangs*

Perv: *looks up* Oh my- -! *runs away*

Sun: *nods head* That’s my girl!

Alex: *grins at Sun, eyes no longer glowing* I aim to please! *looks around* Where is mom, anyway?

Sun: *smiling* Getting a smoothie. I might join her later. You're still meeting up with Rhiannon, right?

Alex: Yeah. Rhiannon and I are supposed to meet up at that smoothie joint. I wonder what's taking both of them so long?

Sun: Probably got sidetracked. You know what Remnant’s like.

[Before they continue, Alex gets ambushed from behind in a surprise embrace by a red-haired, ponytailed girl with green eyes and a blue tunic.]

Rhiannon: Sneak hug!

Alex: MREOW!

Sun: WOAH!!!! Rhiannon, hi!

Rhiannon: *sets Alex down, cackling* What's good, Mr. Wukong?

[Blake shortly followed. Dressed in black military-style gear as she noticed her daughter's friend being as sneaky as ever. She was panting as if she were out of breath and holding a drink.]

Alex: *stands down, blinking* Rhi? I thought you picked a costume.

Blake: *panting* Finally...got...that...smoothie.

Alex: *looks up* Uh, what was the hold up?

Blake: The thirsty boys, honey. They can be a handful.

Rhiannon: Mrs. B tried jogging in her Bangalore costume as well. Guess that thick padding got to her, first.

Blake: In my defense, I didn’t think it would be that heavy. I've definitely jogged in padding before.

Alex: Never said you didn't. So me and Rhi are headed to the park. Dad told me a bit about your cosplay funk. *lowers ears* Something wrong?

Blake: I haven’t done this in a while. I feel kinda rusty. But... *blushing* I needed a break from all the stress so we could be with you and Rhiannon. *looks down sadly*

Alex: *puts hand on Blake's shoulder* Mom, you look fine. That's why we dressed up for this con, right?

Rhiannon: *folds arms* She's got you there, Mrs. B. Not like I went for it. I just wanted to hang with you guys.

Blake: *smiles* True. You’re all right, I gotta loosen up.

Alex: *points up* I request as your daughter and aspiring Huntress to enjoy yourself since there's a lot on our plate once the school year starts back up again. Besides, *phases out torso, arms and lower legs* I can look the part as Wraith with my Semblance.

Blake: *laughs* Okay, I surrender!

Alex: *phases back in* Also, I'll be sure to smoke any thirsty boy who gives you bedroom eyes.

Rhiannon: I can tie 'em up with one of my rope bolts if it'll help.

Blake: I'll handle them myself, girls. But thank you.

Alex: Whatever you say, mom. *hugs Blake* And thanks for paying for this trip.

[Blake smiled, embracing her daughter back.]

Blake: Oh, honey. You deserve a treat for your hard work.

Sun: Did it have to come from my bank account though?

Alex: *releases Blake* Oh. Uh...Rhi?

Rhiannon: I 'unno. Some major bounty or escort mission he undertook? *checks Scroll* Come on, Alex. Let's get our photoshoot done.

Sun: Have fun, pumpkin. Try not to cloak in public.

Alex: Sure, dad. *walks off to the park with Rhiannon*

Sun: So, what mission was it last? The- -The one where I would split my paycheck with you to pay for this con trip?

Blake: I think it was the mission where I teamed up with the Red Flowers to stop a horde of Creeps.

Sun: *puts finger up to chin* Or, was it the trawler escort at Sockeye Junction? You know how pirates get around fishing villages.

Blake: Or maybe it was the one where Yang almost set a town on fire to kill some Arachnoids?

Sun: That's still a dumb name for spider Grimm. I don't know how Professort Port outvoted Oobleck on that but- -Nevermind. *half hugs Blake, wrapping tail around her waste and holding her like a dancer, barely spilling the smoothie* That's a good look for you, bee tee dubs. *grins*

Blake: *giggles* Sun, stop it! We’re in public.

Sun: 20 years of marriage. I think I've earned the chance to do stuff like this with you.

Blake: Gods. You’re so mischievous. *wraps her arms behind Sun’s neck* And that’s why I love you.

Sun: *picks up smoothie with tail* Love you too, babe. Shall I give you some sugar?

Blake: *pulls him in* Do it, honey.

[Sun pulled Blake in for a kiss. They practically glowed like bioluminescent mushrooms as their auras glowed with their embrace. They let go upon hearing a sloshy splat hit the pavement.]

Sun: *notices spilled smoothie* Uh, whoops.

Blake: Oh no! *teary-eyed* Damn you gravity!

Sun: Uh...I think there are milkshakes at the local Beetroot's we can get instead. Plus, their new salmon burger looks pretty good. *pulls out debit card* And I got membership there! Huah! *tosses debit card into smoothie pile* ...Man, how did the shopkeep do it back then?!

Blake: ...I like salmon.

Sun: See? Win-win! And I'll pay for the milkshakes.

Blake: *small smile* I’d like that.

Sun: Good husband powers no jutsu! *roundhouse kicks, tripping and landing ass-first into the smoothie pile, crushing cup* Ah, crap. These jeans were a rental.

Blake: *laughing* I guess now we’re even!

Sun: Yay. Anyway, onto the burgers! *wraps arm and tail around Blake* I'll let you wear my cosplay goggles for sex tonight~! *winks*

Blake: *purring* Mmm, I like sound of that.

BLATANT TRANSITION THING

Joethefriendlyponybro: Well, that was certainly something. Hopefully your viewers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed doing this skit with you. This was fun, thanks.

DarkSaiyanGoku: Don’t mention it bro, always happy to help out. I might do more of these RPs more often with anyone else, if they ask.

#joethefriendlyponybro #submission #rwby #rwby fanfiction #rwby next gen #rwby bloodlines #sun wukong #blake belladonna #blacksun #rwby blacksun #blacksun rwby #sun x blake #blake x sun #sun wukong x blake belladonna #blake belladonna x sun wukong #rhiannon orion #alex belladonna #rwby oc

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kurogabae · 4 years

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TSUBASA: TRAINWRECK CHRONICLES

And Why Bee Train Are Officially Being Labeled, By Me, As The Boomers Of Animation

PART 1 – PART 2 – PART 3 -- Part 4

[Slim Shady’s “Guess Who’s Back” plays in the distance, muffled but threatening]

Look, I know I usually have something to say at the start of these, but honestly? Let’s just go because we’re starting knee-deep in some bullshit.

Tsarastora (yes... fucking AGAIN):

Well, it didn’t take long for us to return to the land of the walking Not Dead Anymore. Rumor has it that Bee Train was ordered to retcon the S1 finale immediately because who do you think you are to break one of CLAMP’s cardinal rules like that?!? But I’ve never seen any proof of exactly what went down about this plot. But I’m forced to believe Ohkawa materialized behind the director one day and threatened to eat his spine or some shit.

Anyway. We’re here. Again. And for some reason this is where they decide to have Sakura give Yuuko her White Day gift? Instead of in Piffle? Where she made it? With Tomoyo?

Stop stealing my moments Bee Train. It’s like you’re the crew who edited CCS for America back in the day and tried to market it towards boys so you pushed Syaoran as the main character and tried to remove all romance. Let Sakura have friends! Let her interact with people and have a story! LET HER BE BI!!!

So Yuuko has a dress and Fai makes a joke about being in heaven because the place is so pretty and Kurogane says not to, quote, “say such unlucky things” and it’s moments like this that make you wonder if they Knew and just didn’t care about Fai’s past or if they really were just as in the dark as the rest of us. I flip flop a lot between the two.

Either way, now the dads are talking about the kids and how brave Syaoran is (why the bullshit in Piffle prompted this I do not know but whatever I guess?) and basically just about how badly they want them to succeed but without just saying it. Meanwhile Sakura is telling Syaoran about her latest memory and I could not for the life of me tell you which one it was and I refuse to go check. The important thing here is that the lazy animation trick that has given Mokona the power of flight is back and she’s hovering around the gang now. Not sitting on shoulders or anything. Just... flying around like she’s Kero. This is fine. I guess.

And then, after what has to be like a solid half hour of just dicking around Mokona Very Suddenly senses a feather. Why so suddenly? Because they wanted to get everything else out of the way first and it was convenient. No other reason. The feather isn’t moving. Neither are they really. She just decides to turn her sensors on now? IDK. Maybe she needs a tune up.

They find the feather not far away just casually sitting inside a rock and everyone but Kurogane is like “Yay! Easy find! Go us!” because apparently no one can learn anything in this anime about what those fucking feathers do. Spoilers: it’s not a rock, it’s a dragon.

[Kurogane voice]: kin

The dragon fucks off and here we come to a Thing. Now, Kurogane is ready to slaughter this thing and wear its bones basically. He is Ready to Fight in a real way. I found that odd and really didn’t care for it. In Hanshin he seems in awe of Celes when it appears to him and even though it’s mostly fanon that Kurogane respects and likes dragons that makes sense. His family’s guardian was a dragon, his sword was modeled after a dragon. His whole motif is dragons! Why is he so ready to kill this one? Does it not count if it’s not a Nihon dragon? Does only Ginryuu get respect? It just feels bad???

But none of that matters because guess what! Dragon shaped as it might be, the thing is a demon? At least, that’s what they’re calling it. Sometimes. Fai says demon, Syaoran says dragon. They don’t.... agree on the term? Shut up. It’s a dragon.

So they soon realize that they are back in Should Be Very Dead-ville and oh no everyone is going to die again unless we get this OTHER feather because if one feather can buy us a month of living surely one more will fix our deaths forever right? ....right? (On a side note; Fai makes a comment about how weird it is that two feathers fell in the same world while he’s from Celes and knows damn well he found two and is unaware of a third!!!)

Either way the family is gonna help because, you know. Feather. If memory serves, the dragon is hiding in a lake, so what does Kurogane (who is now in charge because of course) have them do? They set the lake on fucking fire. And it delights him. It do not, however, delight the dragon, who, understandably, goes apeshit. Luckily, no one dies and they just hack off the horn that the feather was stuck in. And then they... take it to God again because wow they really do think this will work. Sakura, honey, I know how sweet you are but it only got them one month last time. What good will this do?

The answer is no good!

God basically tells them it’s tough tits, the month long visitation was all they could manage and no matter how many super powered magic bird parts they bring the dead are dead and that’s that. Which sucks for those villagers but haha, bummer for FAi to have to hear. Again. After watching Sakura wish someone to life with a mere piece of her soul. Again. Wonder how that felt. (Short post about Kurogane and Fai’s possible feelings here.)

So to end the episode, Sakura gets her feather back and then the family leaves town but sticks around on the outskirts to watch everyone fucking die again like some sick ass fuckers!!!

I’m not even going to talk about the stupid memory she gets with papa!Clow and learning about how death is a Thing via her dead pet bunny. It happens. It’s inorganic. I hate it. Shut up Clow.

The episode is over and I’ll leave you with this to heal your souls.

I am a simple woman.

Portoria:

WE’RE ON A BOAT MOTHA FUCKER!

If you’re too young to recognize that joke, click the link for... an experience. Wear headphones. Everyone else, please join me in this not-a-Wind-Waker-AU.

We’re gonna skip all of my bad sailor jokes and focus for a minute on Kurogane’s Sinbad cosplay here because yes good hello I am easily distracted.

Anyway, the captain is this world’s version of Koryo’s shitty Ryanban and Kurogane and Fai have a moment to wax philosophical about whether or not souls are inherently good or evil, which is fine and I would hardly mention if, while they were doing this, the “camera” wasn’t stood still on an image of Syaoran and Sakura just... smiling at each other while the dads spoke. Like the kids aren’t even doing anything, they’re just smiling. It’s weird. It’s also almost like accidental foreshadowing because HAHA THOSE ARE CLONES! But I’m not gonna go into it for the sake of this joke.

On the ship everyone has to work, Kurogane is terrorizing his new shipmates into compliance under his leadership, Fai and Sakura are cooking fish, and Syaoran is in the engine room with a child version of Fujitaka AKA his father. Understandably, Syaoran is Feeling Emotions, not that the animation is any indicator of this. He also calls a ten year old daddy so things are going great.

Now yes, Syaoran must miss his father terribly, not only has he been dead for who knows how long exactly (anywhere upwards of 5 years possibly) but Syaoran is far from home without any pictures or familiarity to remind him of Fujitaka, and now he’s got some savant elementary schooler who is an AU version of his dad basically sharing his deepest hopes and dreams. It’s a weird episode. Oh, and there is no feather, but Mokona is sweet as can be and stays so Syaoran can get to know this version of Fujitaka. Which honestly seems more like a punishment than anything to me, but hey.

Also, there’s a sea monster. And a haunted island. And something that sounds suspiciously like Piedmon from Digimon.

Syaoran and Fujitaka get stranded on the island after getting yeeted overboard and the captain telling the rest of the family that his ancestors forbid people from going to the island is enough to stop a rescue mission? Like. Kurogane AND Sakura are sitting there, letting nothing happen. This is fine. Everything is fine.

And it kinda is because the island if filled with old shit and Syaoran is geeking out like a kid surrounded by his special interest would be expected to.

In the end, the creepy laughter was wind, the island isn’t haunted, the family tries to row out to save Syaoran and a sea monster is on screen for all of 30 seconds. This episode was boring. Dull. It wasn’t even particularly angsty because Bee Train has no concept of emotional DEPTH!! Their expressions and emotions are as flat as Fai’s ass and as dry as Clow’s deserts. This could have been a very moving and fascinating filler episode, but Bee Train remains in capable of doing ANYTHING AT ALL EVER! I’m bored. This is boring.

At least Sakura looked cute in her little sailor outfit.

The next episode is “A Date With a Wizard” and that shitshow is getting its own post. Peace.

PART 1 – PART 2 – PART 3 -- Part 4

#my meta #tsubasa trainwreck chronicles #TRC #tsubasa chronicle #CLAMP #i am filled with an undying and unrestrained hate for all things

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midnightmarev · 4 years

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Hide and Seek

AO3 link.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Platonic everyone. But if you squint, you might see some Loceit and Remile.

Summary: Ever wonder how Virgil always wins in hide and seek? Well, wonder no more, for I have the answer right here!

Author’s note: This is inspired by an incorrect Sanders Sides quote I made on Twitter. That quote was inspired by me writing down cosplay ideas, Virgil and Patton playing hide and seek with each other and Virgil "cheating", finding Patton super quick ;)

This is basically just fluff and Virgil being a sneaky bean.

Hide and Seek

A knock sounded on his door. Virgil groaned. Why couldn’t he just sleep? It was only, what? 11 am?

“Hey, kiddo?” Patton. “Roman and I have arranged a day out in the Imagination. Are you even up?” he added after a moment of hesitation, sounding disapproving.

‘No, I’m not, but it’s not like I can say that to you’ Virgil thought to himself. “Yeah, I’m up. Just, uh, dosing of a bit. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Yay!” Patton left. Ugh, what did they have planned this time? Horseback riding was bad enough; his rear still hurt a bit, by the way, Princey!

Virgil got out of bed and got dressed before he went to his bathroom to put on his make-up. What? He still liked to keep up his aesthetics even though they weren’t filming. Sure, they were going outside in the Imagination, and it would probably be ruined, but he still liked it, okay?!

It’d been about ten minutes since Patton had knocked on his door when he finally ventured downstairs to the commons. Patton was bouncing on his feet, keeping himself from jumping Virgil with a hug. Logan sat on the couch reading. Looked like he didn’t want to be there, either, but when faced with Patton, one can’t say no. He’ll only give you his puppy-dog-eyes, and you’ll be in a puddle on the floor.

Roman was sporting his outdoor clothes. He always did when they went into the Imagination. Didn’t want to ruin his prince outfit. He looked rather disgusted with something Remus had said before swatting his playfully on the arm. Same old.

What surprised Virgil was that Deceit was there. He usually didn’t want to partake in outdoor activities because of his reptilian traits. Roman and Patton must have made sure it was the perfect temperature. Dee was currently leaning up against Logan, eyes closed, basking in Logan’s body heat.

As Virgil came to a stop in front of Patton, he heard another door open and close. Virgil opened his arms to give Patton permission to hug him. And hug him he did!

“Alright, babes! Save some of him for me, would ya?” Virgil’s eyes widened. Patton invited Sleep as well? Or Remy, as the fanders had dubbed him. A name he now proudly wore.

Patton slowly released Virgil from the embrace. “Heya Remy! So happy you decided to come! Is Emile coming as well?” Wait, Patton invited Emile, too? Who else did he ask to join? Anton, the Critic? Antagonist? October?

“Yep! My boo will be down any moment now. Had to wrap up practising some lines for Thomas’ upcoming Cartoon Therapy episode. Now, as for you, Virgil,” Remy said, turning to look at Virgil. “You better stop pulling those long nights, mister! I am missing out on so many parties because you keep Thomas up all night with me trying to put him to sleep!” Remy exclaimed before pulling Virgil into a hug, this one lighter than Patton’s.

“You stayed up all night again, Virgil? That’s why you sounded so sleepy when I knocked on your door,” Patton chided. Virgil winched.

“Yeah, sorry, Pat. Bad habit,” Virgil said, very apologetically. Time to change the subject, because now all eyes were on him and he did not like that! “So, eh, what are we doing in the Imagination?”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Hide and seek!” he exclaimed excitedly. Roman’s eyes lit up as well, as did Remus’, mostly because now he had an excuse for getting in the dumpsters. The rest of the sides gave off groans of various lengths and volume, the most pronounced being Logan.

“Ugh, again?” Virgil asked in disbelief. That was just as bad as horseback riding! It was physically requiring! You have to actively do something.

“Awe, come now Emo Nightmare. It’ll be fun! Or are you just scared because you know you’ll lose?” Roman smirked at Virgil. Oh, it was on!

“In your dreams, Princey. I know I’ll win. I always do. Remember?” Virgil snarked back. Virgil had the perfect strategy, one they always fell for no matter how many times they played hide and seek.

“Ooh, sounds like we need to settle some drama in a game of ‘Hide and Seek’,” Remy interjected, always one for drama.

“What’s that about drama and hide and seek?” Emile now entered the commons as well, his usual outfit in place. A young figment at his side was something they weren’t expecting, though. “Oh, this is Qikkie, by the way. I’m training her to become a therapist so she can help the other figments when I’m too busy,” Emile explained at the curious, and confused glances sent their way by the sides. Well, all except Remy, but he had his own young figment under tutorage, so of course he wasn’t surprised by Qikkie.

“Salutations, Qikkie, and welcome to the common rooms of the mindscape. Will you be joining us in the Imagination today?” Logan questioned, speaking up for the first time. Deceit still sat at his side, eyes now open at the mention of a new member to the famILY.

She looked up at Emile, who nodded at her. “I think I’ll skip this time, mister Logan. Reina is getting addicted to coffee,” Qikkie said, giving a pointed look at Remy. “And I’d rather she doesn’t go too far, like a certain someone in this room, right now.” Everyone looked at Remy, giving him variously pointed and disapproving looks.

“What?” Remy drawled, innocently taking a sip from the Starbucks coffee cup in his hand.

“Anygay,” Roman broke the silence. “Now that we’re all here, should we get going on an adventure?”

“Sure, Princey, if you call it an adventure to lose in hide and seek,” Virgil quipped, not missing a beat. That earned him a few offended princey noises. Virgil snickered.

“Play nice, kiddos. Roman, if you would?” Patton asked at which Roman responded with snapping his fingers and they all appeared in the Imagination.

They appeared in a rather large garden out in the country. There was a henhouse built into the messy garage leading out to at rather spacious chicken coop. The chicken coop had half-walls made of large roof tiles dug half into the ground to keep foxes from digging under and getting in. The chickens were outside in the coop. Usually, they would be out in the garden, but there were young chicks amongst them, so they stayed inside the coop to make sure they made it to adulthood — no doubt due to Patton’s presence.

There were fields to each side of the house accompanying the garden, and a small forest in the far end of the garden. Bushes and trees stood spread all over the garden as well as a swingset. One tree, in particular, stood out as it was the biggest of them all and held a treehouse in its treetop. Over-the-top, just like Princey.

All in all, the garden looked like a mess, chaos, but with a system in it, just like Virgil liked it best.

“Alright, Panic! At The Everywhere,” Roman broke Virgil from his thoughts. “If you think you can beat us, why don’t you start counting?” Ignoring the playful nickname, Virgil smirked.

“Gladly, sir Sing-A-Lot. Prepare to lose,” Virgil quipped back, lifting his hands to his eyes, starting to count to one hundred. This was going to be easy.

Virgil heard a lot of rustling while counting from the other sides and two figments finding hiding spots. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“…98…99…100!” Virgil made sure the last three numbers were audible to the entire garden. “Ready or not, here I come!” he sing-songed.

Virgil smirked to himself before shouting one particular fraise. “I HATE MYSELF!”

A distant “WHAT?!” was heard from behind the chicken coop, as well as some rustling. Before long Virgil could see Patton’s head. “I WILL PHYSICALLY FIGHT YOU!”

When Patton saw Virgil staring at his with a smirk on his face, Patton’s face contorted into one of understanding of what had just happened. “Oh, darn,” Patton said with a gesture of his arm before getting up and walking towards Virgil.

“Don’t worry, Pat. It was a good hiding spot,” Virgil smiled at Patton while giving him a pat on the back (pun intended). He then turned in the direction of Logan’s most likely hiding spot and shouted “INFINITESIMAL!”

A faint voice was heard from the henhouse, Logan’s pride, but soon grew in volume. “That was oNE TIME!!!” He always reacted when you mentioned that word, no exceptions.

With a smirk still on his face, Virgil walked to the henhouse and stuck his head inside the door to view Logan in the corner next to the door. “Hey, Lo.”

Logan slightly jumped before narrowing his eyes at Virgil. “Mother fu-” And that was Virgil’s cue to back out. As he walked back out from the garage to Patton, a series of unintelligible swears and grumbles could be heard from the henhouse. Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that. Logan was no doubt pacing from wall to wall, fuming. Best to let him cool off.

“He’ll be out in a minute,” Virgil said when Patton gave him a questioning look. “Now. I have a pretty good idea where Princey is buuut; I wanna watch his reaction.” Virgil was wearing an evil smile. Oh, this would be so much fun. “DISNEY MOVIE NIGHT IS CANCELLED!”

A pained (and affronted and indignant) cry was heard from the treehouse. Definitely Roman.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! OH, CRUEL WORLD! PLEASE LET IT NOT BE TRUE!!” Roman cried out before his head popped out of a window.

Virgil stood at the base of the tree’s trunk, smirking up to Roman. “Found you, Princey,” he said, and before Roman could react, Virgil had left again.

Patton just sat at the tables and benches set in the middle of the garden field, laughing at their antics. He soon waved Roman to join him so they could chat. Logan still hadn’t come out from the henhouse, so Patton really wanted some company that wasn’t the adorable mix-breed black dog, Happy. She matched his personality so well, but Patton would also like some human company while Virgil worked on finding the rest.

Virgil smiled to himself. This next one should be a piece of cake. Or rather, a piece of deodorant. He lifted his hand towards his mouth to form a trunk and shouted “FREE DEODORANT!! NEW FLAVOUR!!”

Not even a split-second after he had uttered those words, a demonic screeching followed by a loud “WEEEEEEE!!!” was heard from behind the outer walls of the house from the dumpster area. A streak of green was all you could see, and not even a second later, Remus stood in front of Virgil. If he had a tail, he would be wagging it furiously.

He pouted when he realised he had just lost the game and it was just a ruse. No deodorant. Well, he would just have to manage with the two deodorants he had in his shoulder pads.

Logan still hadn’t come out of the henhouse and Roman was taking his sweet, sweet time exiting the treehouse, grumbling to himself. Patton was playing fetch with Happy, and Remus had taken out on of his deodorants from his shoulder pads and went to join them.

Who to choose next? Remy or Deceit? Both were quite easy, after all. He looked over towards Remus who was munching on some deodorant he got from who knows where. Virgil then smirked. “Remy it is, then,” Virgil said, filling his lungs with air. “FREE STARBUCKS IS CANCELLED!!”

Fwump. Something, most likely some wood, fell to the floor in the garage. “Oh, you better be lyin’ hon!” A loud slurp was heard a moment later. Virgil peeked his head inside the garage once again, smirking at Remy. “Oh, you are so dead, Virgie. I’ll get Logan out of the henhouse,” he added when he heard Logan’s grumbling from the henhouse.

Virgil had no doubt that Emile was close. Those two never hid far from each other. But Emile was a bit harder to flush out. He needed to think. What would get Emile super-hyped (cartoons) or make him react in outrage? Hmm… OH! Steven Universe Future was about to air!

Once again, Virgil called out, albeit quieter. “Steven Universe Future just got cancelled!!”

Bump. “What?!” Emile came into his vision with distress on his face. “They can’t! It’s supposed to be even better than the movie!”

Remy had finally gotten Logan to chill and came up Emile. “He’s using dirty tricks, babes,” he winked.

“Huh? Oh, right. I knew that!” Emile went outside with Remy, Logan and Virgil. “Oh, you’ve found everyone already!”

“Nope, not yet. Still missing Dee. And I have the perfect way to get him out of whatever hole he crawled into,” Virgil smirked, lifting his hand. A whoosh was heard, and in Virgil’s was now a bowler hat. Deceit’s spare one.

“Oh, you’re so dead, babes. DeeDee will be piiissed,” Remy snorted.

Virgil just shrugged and called out as loud as he could. “I HAVE DECEIT’S SPARE BOWLER HAT!! AND I CAN DO WITH IT AS I PLEASE!!”

The ground trembled a bit next where Virgil stood. He looked down and noticed a snake hole. Of course.

In 5 seconds, a snake emerged, and Deceit shapeshifted to his normal form to stand next to Virgil. “You WHAT?! I told you not to touch my shit!” Deceit said, grabbing at the bowler hat. It disappeared as soon as he touched it. An illusion. Deceit blinked once. Blinked twice. Then looked around him to see the others. “Oh. I totally didn’t fall for that.”

Virgil coughed to gain the others’ attention. “Found you all. Now let’s go back to bed.” And with that, Virgil turned around and walked away, back to his room, to continue sleeping.

Roman had now joined the others at the tables-and-benches set and had an unreadable expression on his face.

“… why do we keep falling for that?” he asked to no one in particular.

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Inside the mindscape, Qikkie and Reina were laughing their asses off. They had conjured a mirror that was linked to the Imagination so they could follow the events of this day’s game of hide and seek.

“Oh, my! They are so stupid! I can’t even-” Reina laughed. “I can’t breathe!”

“Those boys are a bunch of idiots, alright!” Qikkie agreed.

Their laughter had calmed down a bit when they saw that Virgil was on his way back. He could’ve easily just sunk out, but - even though he would never admit it - he liked the theatrics of a dramatic exit.

Qikkie still had her focus on the rest of the sides in the Imagination when she heard a slurping sound followed by an “Ah”. She then slowly turned around. And pounced.

“Give me that!” she demanded when Reina evaded her.

“Never!” Reina laughed, running off, coffee cup in hand. “You’ll never get me alive!” she said over her shoulder.

Virgil entered the mindscape, watching the two newest figments chase after one-another, smiling to himself as he closed his door to once again return to the sweet, sweet thing called sleep.

All the while, Qikkie chased Reina all around the mindscape.

Endnotes: Alright. The garden and animals I described, was my garden and animals. I finally found an excuse for writing Patton meeting my dog, Happy. We don't have a treehouse though. But we do have chickens and a garage and a henhouse built into the garage. And the situation with the chickens is what we're facing right now. We lost all our chicks and almost all our hens last year to either the fox or some disease/weak immune system, so we're doing everything to make sure they grow up and such.

Qikkie and Reina are my original characters as well as my Morality and Creativity. In that order.

Please leave a comment/reblog. I would love to hear what you thought about this.

Come check out my Twitter and chat with me, if you want to, that is.

Thank you for reading. Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

Ba-bye!

#dahlia writes #sanders sides #one-shot #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #ts deceit #ts remus #ts remy #ts emile picani #original characters #bunch of fluff #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #games in the imagination #inspired by incorrect quote #virgil uses dirty tricks #but can you call it cheating?

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ryouverua · 5 years

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One last time

HE’S BACK -

Fair warning - lots of text below. Like. Lots.

... But first, just before he came to meet with us again -

So all of his classmates in turn talk about how relieve they are that they can work together without suspecting each other, but something about the way she says it rings............ false. But then again, that might be my own bias colouring things. She outright states it in a way that the others don’t, idk. 8′D

Shuichi, though... he’s realized. Maybe not with an exact name, but he knows that isn’t true. He literally can’t bring himself to pretend that it’s true at all.

Oh Himiko...

5 survivors.... or maybe 4, depending on how the mastermind goes out. That’s definitely a new, sad record. :(

I CAN NAME A REASON -

Look who’s back with a brand new ahoge! It’s got that new-hair smell and everything -

H-He was never going to outright attack any of us though, right??? Even if he was willing to let us become collateral damage (which admittedly is super Not Great either, but -). That’s a really morbid thought Shuichi - where did it come from?

And of course, now that his hairpiece is back, he’s gone back to his more deferential, timid self.

“I’m telling you, that ahoge was 95% of my impulse control! Literally!”

But the fact that he’s apologizing now, when he was completely unapologetic before... that has to be that inner voice directing him now, right? But I wonder if it influences his ‘emotions’ (or whatever the equivalent would be for him) as well. Is the voice literally telling him to apologize or does he just ‘feel the urge’ to apologize?

So it is back.

Has it always been that tall???

Maybe if Miu and Kokichi had let him talk before Korekiyo’s trial, we could have followed up on this!!

Honestly though, I’m curious about this too. Is it a literal voice that tells him what to do? Does it appear as a suggestion to him? It sounds like it isn’t ordering him around but more ‘offering suggestions’... something that wouldn’t come across as obtrusive, but welcoming. Something that wouldn’t raise any alarm bells in him. Or maybe he was programmed to accept that just the way things were supposed to be.

.......... Actually the fact that it came up around Korekiyo’s trial, someone else who was revealed to be doing things based on a voice of sorts in his head, is a very strange coincidence? That... may or may not bode well for K1-b0. Is he going to be a foil to Korekiyo, or a parallel?

The inner voice may be good after all if it helped him realize this. 8′D

Wait, they said there was an accident when he was first created, right? And he reset? This had to have been a fail-safe because something similar to this happened...

As much as I want to comment on the fact that he’s said he can’t cry and he literally is sweating and his ‘eyes’ are ready to overflow, but fffff every single time I see this sprite my heart clenches and I kind of want to hug him. >3>

We’ve officially got everyone on the same side now! ......... well okay there’s technically one specific exception but on the surface we’re all good!

Look at Maki getting better at shedding her tsundere side! She’s getting better at being outright kind and welcoming to people, yay ~

oh my god

This is so..... blatant.... especially with Maki literally saying K1-b0 created this opportunity and Monokuma throwing her under the bus to have another trial. She.... she’s mad at him, isn’t she? And Monokuma too?

Oh man anyone who doesn’t realize at this point probably thinks it’s one of her anime-reference non-sequiters! But it’s not! It’s definitely a distraction! And she’s totally established herself as someone whose head is in the clouds so she she says random things like this, no one blinks an eye! What other comments has she covered like this?

ARE YOU THOUGH.............

Anyway, it’s time for the trial now so -

Yeah that’s true - we haven’t actually resolved this clue yet, have we?

I thought your eyesight wasn’t good? But okay, why not! Have a go at it, K1-b0!

Okay before plot progression though, fluff text time -

................................

WHELP THIS IS A HELL OF A FLUFF TEXT

I have so many things to say about this despite the fact that I’ve definitely talked about it before, because I actually relate to the idea of feeling like a different person in cosplay - of, well, letting yourself become the role. And I’ve definitely said that the theme of ‘becoming the role’ is a huge secondary theme of the game, just under ‘truth vs lies’, which is actually why I originally had Tsumugi as my potential mastermind back in Chapter 3. It’s telling that she’s comparing K1-b0 and his ‘personality enhancement’ with her own cosplay though - she’s often said that she only finds herself interesting when she isn’t being herself, so maybe it applies here too. Is this her way of enhancing her own self? Of becoming what she thinks is a ‘better’ self, a more interesting and charismatic person?

With that reveal of ‘Junko’ at the end of the last trial and Tsumugi often comparing cosplay to ‘bringing someone to life’, ‘channeling’ and ‘and being a vessel for the gods’, that means she’s basically resurrecting Junko in a sense... or acting as her vessel? Is that what will happen here? I think it’s possible for her to bring the ‘larger than life’ Junko from history (like the way long-dead historical figures can often become their own entities that walk the line between fiction and reality) as a way to get around the cospox issue unless I’ve really been accusing the wrong person this whole time lmao. It also lines up with all the times resurrection has been brought up in the game which is A LOT - the funeral scene/reviving the Ultimates, Ryoma describing himself as an empty shell walking around (and trying to ‘revive’ himself via a reason to live, killing off the initial protagonist then reviving the role for Shuichi, the Necronomicon, the seance, Korekiyo and his sister, and lastly, Kokichi via Kaito in the exisal. Combine that with my theory of the students just being normal kids who were reborn with the memories of actual Ultimate students who already died... and them even being forced to dress for those roles... this line of hers becomes really important!

Is this going to become a showdown between personalities who died ages ago? But for what purpose? Even though it looks like there’s a decent amount of things that were made up/embellished in those lights, the clip of the funeral, Kaede wearing the helmet and the meteors were shown outside of the flashback light scene - so are we still facing a doomsday scenario?

And back to Tsumugi herself - does she not have enough conviction to follow through with these plans and Monokuma unless she’s in Junko-wear? That would explain why she and Monokuma don’t seem to be on the same page... So which one of them is pulling the strings, exactly?? They’re definitely independent entities!

Meanwhile Himiko is having a grand old time because she’s finally got a friend in Maki. Aaaaaaw ~

We’re, uh, going to have problems if that’s true.

SHUICHI REMEMBERS TOO LMAO

Strength of an old man, average or below-average agility, eyesight and intelligence... what else was there?

And it wasn’t stripped from you???

But... maybe they didn’t realize you had it. Or don’t care? It’s not a dangerous upgrade, so maybe they didn’t realize it could be used in a way that could possibly hinder them...

He says he’s accepted it, but I think it was more out of necessity. It’ll take him some time to adjust to this new state of mind... but I’m happy to hear it, tbh. Just like Shuichi, he’s really struggled with his Ultimate identity up until now, you know? And even though it’s on more of an extreme level, these talents created differences in everyone and how they related to the world, not just him. It’s just a bit more... well, obvious in his case.

It’s all about accepting the good with the bad, K1-b0! And despite some, uh, questionable actions on your part, you really did do so much for us - we never would have gotten to Kokichi’s and Rantaro’s lab, the mastermind’s room, or discovered the flashback light machine without you!

Oh???

.... Uh.

Uh. What. What are those. What.... What are those?!?!

GONTA WAS RIGHT - !

w h a t they’re so stupid and cute

Tiny.... cameras....??? They look like little camera men?

..... I.... I don’t know... if this rules out VR or not. Because if they need little these little guys with cameras, doesn’t that mean they don’t have the omniscient power of a computer program behind them....????

Again, why did they not strip you of these new functions along with the weapons???

First of all, damn, K1-b0! Getting your ahoge back didn’t kill all of that fire in you after all!

Second of all.............. your skin???? Shell??? It’s definitely changed colour? Since when has it been so human-like -

Looks like K1-b0 can still be tough with his ahoge. :D

Oh god, there’s a whole swarm of hivemind Camera-kubs all over the campus? And they’re literally everywhere?!?! wtf -

I guess that’s a similar concept to the regular Monokumas??? Sure there’s usually only one operational at a time, but they always seem to pick up where the last left off. kind of like Kyuubey

First of all, ew.

Second of all, TRAUMATIC BUZZING NOISE FLASHBACKS

THE ONES THAT I STUPIDLY THOUGHT WERE PART OF THE MONITOR SETUP AROUND THE SCHOOL

but that wouldn’t have made sense because there’s nothing like that outside -

So there’s nanotechnology that exists on such a scale............

MONOKAMERA, THE SIXTH MONOKUB, HIDING ALL OVER THE ACADEMY. THE ONE THEY CALL THE ULTIMATE CAMERA GUY. WATCH OUT FOR HER THEM....

Can we note that once again it is Maki declaring that Kokichi was correct? She is doing her damnedest to check her own prejudices against him this chapter as penance and it’s great.

It’s not ideal, but I also wonder if some of the things he uncovered were only possible using his methods. not that you probably actually are happy about that

actually I bet you were pissed about the whole chapter 5 thing too

..... I want to go back and see that tbh

TALK OF REINCARNATION AGAIN.... also lol Himiko that’s kind of mean

Monokuma thinks he’s going to win... and if I’m reading this correctly, he can still win at the expense of Tsumugi losing....? Is that why? Even if Tsumugi’s plan fails and we see past her trap of ‘Kaede is the mastermind’, identifying Tsumugi will still end up being a victory for him....?

And your sudden hope!extremism, yeah? Because that really was something. 8′D

OH GOD WE’RE GOING IN I MEAN... I’M READY BUT I’M ALSO NOT TBH, I’M NOT 100% SOLID ABOUT THE BIG MYSTERY SURROUNDING THE GAME

I feel like I ~get~ some stuff but there’s still something just beyond...........

“M-Maki I know you’re trying to put my mind at ease but can we not bring up dying before we’ve even tried to win -”

Real talk - I love Himiko’s spell names.

Y.... Yeah........ but why are you excited about this....?

Then again, I feel like you were actually really attached to Gonta? I mean, you were always defending him, right? Is this your way of giving him some postmortem love? ...... AAAAH I DON’T KNOW -

aslkdjf I know this was the same amount as last time but this is such a small cast left -

Man, we’re just... swinging right back to despair and hope again. Look, I know we’re appeasing K1-b0 but -

Why.... why is it back again. Why is Monokuma back again. Why did the killing game come back at all - what is the point of trying to be Junko? What’s to gain from all of this?

I remember thinking and really liking the idea that this game was completely separate from the last two, so it’s strange to have arrived at this point at the very end, but.... well. Here we go, I suppose.

Well said, Sweetcheeks.

So.... normally I’d have a drawn out map of the crime scene, but this is a pretty different situation so I made this at the trial save point:

It’s a bit small, so I’ll recap and expand on that and a few other things:

“TSUMUGI IS THE FUCKING MASTERMIND AND SHE IS TOTALLY TRYING TO SET KAEDE UP AS THE ‘FAKE’ MASTERMIND TO SCREW WITH SHUICHI’S (ET AL)’S HEADS

She set up the document saying Kaede has a twin and is trying to draw parallels to Junko (to trick Shuichi)

She planted the shot-put ball in the mastermind’s lair

She didn’t talk about ‘birthing a Monokuma’ (when everyone else did)

SHE IS THE ‘MOTHER’ THAT WAS REFERRED TO BY MONOTARO IN TRIAL 4, NOT MOTHERKUMA

So I went into some detail earlier about Tsumugi herself, and over the last few investigation posts I ended up decided on what I outlined above. On top of everything else, I think we’re going to nail her on the idea that while Kaede’s murder occurred, she went to the library via the mastermind’s lab and stole Rantaro’s Survivor’s Perk. The problem is... then what? What exactly will we do after that? Also I swear Kaede thought of the same thing, with no idea what to do once we confronted the mastermind -

As for the general situation, I’m sticking to my guns about the class not actually being the Ultimates they think they are - I saw the ‘talents’ part of the flashback light setup menu. Actually, the flashback lights themselves.... jeez. Okay. Ironically enough, my thoughts on them are that their execution in the game is similar to Kokichi’s lying style.

First the game has a cutscene that’s completely truthful. Kaede and Shuichi remember being kidnapped at the beginning of the game. The entire prologue scene. The funeral at the beginning of chapter 2. The meteors in chapter 3. Hell, the kid at the beginning of this chapter, who seems to be watching them and getting inspired by them...??? Then... that’s when the flashback light comes in and embellishes that truth with fantasy. That funeral? It was for the entire class, and they all see themselves as being part of it (picturing ‘themselves’ in those photos rather than the students whose memories they all have). The meteors? It gave rise to an entire death cult - the Ultimate Despair, in fact - and they, themselves, were hunted (which plays off of the players’ knowledge of knowing they remember being kidnapped off the streets). Or something like that....

I’m just trying to place a few things, like that picture of Kaito with his grandparents in the motive video and the flashbacks of Shuichi and Kaede in the helmets. Where do they get placed in all of this? Was Shuichi able to project the image of ‘Kaito’ he knew when watching the video, or is that part of the technomagic of the video itself? We did have a whole segment of the VR chapter talking about the mind being able to be fooled into overcoming the reality of the situation (dying via simulation murder) so is it safe to extrapolate from there? And did Shuichi and Kaede remember themselves with those helmets separately from those flashback lights, as a delayed reaction (which as of this chapter is proven to be possible) or is that real?

As for whether this is a simulation, there’s evidence for and against that. The flashbacks with the helmets - pro. The physical presence of cameras - false. Though with that said, I’ve done a bit of work in computer programs where you actually have to set up cameras in-program and when testing the animation, it’ll only capture what’s set up in the frame - so then again, maybe not??? Those computerized cameras can be programmed to move along a certain path and the lens/frame/etc itself can also be altered.... and they did counteract having blind spots by swarming the campus with them so. Hm. Honestly, it could go both ways. I don’t want to dwell too much on this only because I don’t think that’s going to be the ‘big’ reveal anyhow tbh...

Still though; roles, escapism, resurrection. That’s what I picked up on the most through this entire thing. So how does that work together...? The students were told they were replaceable, and the game will never end. Rantaro lived through one but died in the next. Did he live through a game with this same group of classmates or other people? Or, hell, were they ‘other people’ but with the same names/personalities/memories, but different physical people? And if he was willing to repeat the game again, then why? Was it for a chance to break the loop? Or is there a goal to be accomplished if he wins it properly?

Okay, I think I’m starting to go in circles here. What I know: Tsumugi is the mastermind, and she’s not in complete sync with Monokuma. She’s trying to get Kaede(’s twin) framed; Monokuma is perfectly fine with Tsumugi being identified. Tsumugi falls back on the Junko persona when she’s in mastermind mode - when she was alone, she couldn’t help but be that way with Motherkuma. It’s a role she’s able to take - maybe passed down. Anyway, the point is, she uses it to ‘enhance herself’ or maybe to ‘escape her plain self’. Almost like an emotional support thing....? I wonder...

A lot of the truth as we know it is embellished. Only things we can trust from the flashback lights are things we saw independently of them as well, I think? At the bare minimum, pre-Chapter 4. After that point we didn’t have any corresponding prologue clips to match with the lights. With that said, the students were given talents and memories to match them - I think the Ultimate students they belonged to were actually killed... by the Ultimate Hunt, perhaps. Either way, these kids were brought in as ‘replacements’, the same way the Monokids were replaced. Rantaro, at the very least, was not a replacement though - he had a chance to do this again and took it, for whatever reason... Is this a simulation for the Gopher Project? Or something else entirely? Why ‘resurrect’ the Ultimate students at all? And why is there potentially a scenario where Tsumugi loses, but Monokuma still wins? WHY DON’T I HAVE A FULLY CONFIDENT ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING FFS -

Oh, and of course, Kokichi Ouma was 25 steps ahead of everyone and had Rantaro’s figure in his room too, so that’s cool.

#Ryou plays drv3 #Tsumugi Shirogane #spoilers #Shuichi Saihara #long post #drv3 spoilers #Himiko Yumeno #Maki Harukawa #K1-b0 #Keebo #Kiibo

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mycatshuman · 6 years

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Die Schere Hand (An Edward Scissorhands Sanders Sides AU)

Chapter 2

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

Word count: 2,733

(I would like to thank @civilsounds17 for beta reading this chapter! Without your help I would not have likes this chapter!)

Chapter 1 here https://mycatshuman.tumblr.com/post/178664306472/die-schere-hand

Virgil tried to stop himself from staring. He really did! He just couldn't help it. He had never left the hill before. He had only ever seen these things from far away. Now he was seeing them up close. It was a whole different experience. It was new, yet familiar. Almost like the Eiffel Tower. You saw it in pictures yet seeing it up close was a whole new thing entirely.

Patton hummed happily as he watched the man beside him. The look of absolute awe and wonder in those deep blue eyes was mesmerizing.

Patton cheerily tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove through the streets of the pastel colored neighborhood. He noticed, with a small frown, that many of the neighbors were staring and running off, most likely to spread the news of the strange looking man in Patton’s car.

Patton forced a smile onto his face. He wasn’t going to let some little thing like gossip get to him. He slowly turned onto his road and pulled into the driveway of a pastel blue house. Virgil stared at the neatly cut hedges surrounding the backyard.

They were so boring! They had no character. They had no originality. It was so plain! Virgil found himself already picturing himself creating something….unique out of the plants. He jumped slightly as he heard Patton open the door to get out of the car. Patton froze.

“Everything okay, Kiddo?” Patton asked as he looked at Virgil. Behind his glasses, Virgil could see the man's eyes cloud with worry.

Virgil crushed the thoughts of trimming hedges out of his head. This was Patton’s home. Not his. He couldn’t just go and try to change it. Patton might get upset. “Ye-” Virgil cleared his throat. He refused to look at Patton, lest the joyous man see the guilt on his face. “Yes,” he replied finally.

Patton wasn’t convinced but he put a smile on his face anyway and quickly exited the car.

Virgil watched as Patton hurriedly rushed to his door and opened it for him. “Come on,” Patton exclaimed with a bright smile on his face. Virgil frowned slightly as he shifted around and carefully climbed out the car, holding his dangerous hands as close to himself as possible.

“Thank you,” he whispered as Patton closed the car door behind him. Patton grinned at him.

“You’re welcome! Now, come on! Let’s show you the house!”

Virgil followed the excited man as he bounced to the front door and quickly unlocked it. Patton watched as Virgil shuffled up next to him. Patton opened the door with a flourish. “Go ahead,” he gestured to the doorway.

Virgil hesitated before taking a small step closer. “Go on! I don’t want to block your view,” Patton giggled as Virgil slowly inched his way into the house. Patton closed the door as he followed Virgil inside. He felt a giddy smile spread across his face as he watched the young man stare in wonder at the dwelling.

Virgil looked on in wonder. The room he was in was painted a pale blue and the furniture was a darker blue. A t.v. sat against the wall opposite the window behind the couch.

On the wall across from the front door stood a shelf filled top to bottom with movies. As Virgil shuffled closer he noticed a considerable chunk of them were Disney. It almost seemed like every Disney movie was present. Although there were some other movies as well. Virgil felt a small smile tug at his lips as he noticed Harry Potter and Sherlock.

Patton hung back by the door as Virgil checked out the living room. A fond smile snuck onto his face as he watched the man’s eyes light up with wonder. It was almost like the man momentarily forgot about his hands. Patton felt determination settle in his gut. He would have to talk to Logan about that.

“Do you like it?” Patton asked as Virgil turned back to him.

“Yeah,” Virgil whispered softly. A grin broke out across Patton’s face.

“I’m so glad!” He exclaimed. Then his eyes lit up as he noticed something behind Virgil. He squealed. “Oo! Let me show you my friends!” Patton rushed past him as Virgil felt his heart kick into overdrive. Friends?!?! Virgil was not prepared for this. Reluctantly, he turned around to see Patton standing in front of some pictures.

Virgil frowned slightly but joined Patton, making sure to keep his hands away from the bubbly man with the grey cardigan.

Patton’s face glowed with joy as he pointed to a photo in a small rectangular black frame. The style was sleek and composed. Virgil thought it matched the man in the picture quite well. “This is Logan!” Patton gushed as he pointed to the man.

Virgil held back a laugh. The man in the picture wore a black polo with slacks and a blue striped tie. On his nose sat a pair of glasses similar to Patton’s and not a hair was out of place. “He is really smart and don’t let him know I told you this, but he really loves Sherlock. He even cosplayed as him!” Patton squealed. “If Roman knew, he would never let Logan live it down.” Patton chuckled and Virgil caught the fond look in his eyes as he stared at the photo.

Something was definitely going on there. And judging by the look on Patton’s face, Virgil could tell the man felt a little more for the tie wearing man then just friendship.

Patton turned to the other frame. This one was….extra. It looked ridiculous hanging beside the other one. The frame was painted a royal shimmering gold and looked like it belonged in a castle somewhere surrounded by tapestries and paintings of old nobles. “This is Roman,” Patton informed Virgil as he pointed at the man in the ridiculous frame.

Virgil felt a light blush warm his cheeks. The man was….handsome. He had tan skin and blonde hair. His teeth were a blinding white as he beamed at the camera and he was wearing a prince costume. Guess that explains the frame. Virgil thought as he took in the white uniform with gold accents and a blood red sash. Everything about the picture and the frame radiated a “LOOK AT ME!” energy.

“Roman loves acting and anything Disney so don’t get scared if you hear a voice belting Disney songs or the Phantom of the Opera in the middle of the night.” Patton giggled. “He gets stuck in his own little world sometimes.”

Virgil nodded absentmindedly as he examined the man gracing the frame.

Patton glanced at him and felt a small smile on his face. “Roman won’t be home for maybe a week. He’s in the mountains with his friends. But Logan and I will be here!” Patton exclaimed as he looked down at his watch. “Oh! Goodness! Logan will be home in two hours!” Patton hurried to a doorway leading to a small hall with doors on either side. He turned back to Virgil. “Come on!” He exclaimed as he waved Virgil forward. Virgil slowly shuffled forward as he followed Patton to a small bedroom with a lot of Disney posters and musical memorabilia. The bed was covered in a rich red fabric and golden curtains hung from the bedposts and surrounded the bed like it was some kind of bed from the Victorian era.

“This is Roman’s room. You can sleep here until we get a bed for the guest room,” Patton said as he looked at Virgil.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “No!” He shouted. Patton took a step back in surprise as the quiet man shouted. Virgil’s face grew pale as he realized what he did. “I-I mean…” Virgil cleared his throat. “I don’t mind sleeping on the floor or couch.” Virgil looked down guiltily, waiting for the man to yell at him. When nothing came Virgil peeked up through his bangs to see a warm smile on Patton’s face.

“No, you're our guest and we can’t force you to sleep on the floor!” Patton cried as if the very idea was appalling. “It’s no trouble. I want to make sure you feel welcome. Alright kiddo?”

Virgil stared at Patton as if the man had offered him a kitten. He opened his mouth only to find that he couldn’t think of a way to properly thank the kind-hearted person in front of him.

Patton smiled warmly at him with understanding. “It’s okay kiddo. I get it. You’re welcome.”

Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat. He let out a sigh of relief at not having to try and explain just how grateful he felt. He nodded to confirm that he was indeed trying to say thank you.

“Come on,” Patton said softly as he turned to leave the room. “Let’s go make some dinner. Do you like pasta?” He asked as he walked down the hall, Virgil following at a small distance.

Pasta. Virgil hadn’t had pasta for a long time. The last time he had pasta was...Virgil felt something wet slid down he face. A tear. He carefully moved his hand so he could wipe away the evidence before Patton could see. He hadn’t had pasta since his father died. It would be nice to have pasta again. Even if it was for a little bit. After all, why would these people want him to stay more than a week?

“Pasta would be good,” he replied quietly.

“Good!” Patton exclaimed happily as they entered the kitchen. “How's chicken alfredo sound?” He asked as he pulled out pots and pans.

“Good,” Virgil replied. He cringed slightly. Did he know any other word besides “good”?!?! Of course Virgil knew other words than “good”, but apparently his brain wasn’t working correctly.

“Yay!” Patton cheered as he clapped his hands together. Virgil felt a small smile pull at his lips as Patton’s joy seeped into the air, infecting him. “Alrighty, then,” Patton pulled the chicken out of the fridge, grabbing a knife from the drawer and cut open the package preparing to cut the meat.

Virgil watched as Patton froze just before he sliced through the first chicken breast. He looked down at the knife in his hands, almost as if he was surprised at what he was doing. Confusion spread across Virgil’s face as he watched the man turn to look at him.

“Hey, Virgil?” Patton started as he eyed the man in questions hands. Virgil immediately felt too big. He hunched in on himself as he tried to hide his hands behind him.

“Yeah?” Virgil mumbled.

Patton’s eyes widened as he realized he had just made the man uncomfortable. “Oh! I’m sorry kiddo! I was just wondering if you could, um….” Patton looked away in shame. How dare he try to use this man!

Virgil seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to people and any self deprecating thoughts. Before he could stop himself, he quickly shouted. “No! Go ahead and ask! What do you want me to do? I-I’d love to help!” Virgil was vaguely aware that he hardly made any sense but it was worth it to see the shimmer of hope in Patton’s eyes.

Patton shyly looked at Virgil as he thought of how to word his question in a way that wouldn’t hurt Virgil’s feelings or anything. “Well……..” Patton looked anywhere but Virgil, his eyes purposely skipping over the darker male. “I was wondering if you would like to cut up the chicken for me,” Patton finally whispered as he looked down at the chicken nonchalantly.

Virgil stared in awe at this overly excitable man. Here he was, asking Virgil! Of all things! If he would be okay with cutting the chicken. In all reality, it was the only thing Virgil could really do. Patton suddenly looked deflated.Virgil realized he had been quiet for too long and Patton probably thought he had upset him. “I just need to clean them first,” he replied as he shrugged nonchalantly.

Patton visibly brightened. “Okay!” He exclaimed cheerfully. He regarded Virgil’s hands for a moment, his eyebrows low over his eyes. “Is water okay?” He asked.

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, just don’t get it up in the joints,” Virgil explained as he pointed to the very top of his hand, his “knuckles”.

Patton smiled at him. “Alright, can I?” Patton asked softly as he motioned to the blades.

Virgil nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat before he spoke. “Just, be careful,” his voice wavered slightly.

Patton nodded seriously. “I will. I promise.” Patton carefully took ahold of Virgil’s elbow and guided him to the sink and turned the water on. “What kind of temperature do you want?” He asked.

Virgil shrugged. “It doesn't matter. I can’t feel it anyway.”

Patton frowned slightly. This poor child...okay maybe he wasn’t exactly a child but Patton didn’t care. His poor son was alone for so long and he didn’t even get to have hands. Patton stayed silent as he washed the steel blades. A determined light settled in his eyes. Yes, he would most certainly be talking to Logan when he got home.

An awkward silence hung in the air as Patton, Logan, and Virgil sat at the dinner table eating the meal that Patton and Virgil had cooked. It had been quite a surprise when Logan came home from the lab and saw Patton in the kitchen with a man with scissors for hands. Logan was torn between protecting Patton and studying the man, so much so that he froze in the doorway.

Patton had smiled brightly and introduced them while Virgil hunched in on himself and shuffled his feet awkwardly. Patton explained everything to Logan before going back to preparing the meal. Once, when Virgil wasn’t paying attention, Patton had whispered to Logan: “No experiments.” To which Logan physically deflated but understood Patton’s reasoning.

Now they all sat at the dinner table while eating their meal. Logan watched in awe as Virgil used his “thumb” and “forefinger” to pick up the pasta. Patton elbowed Logan and gave him a pointed look. Logan scooped up a forkful of pasta while secretly watching as Virgil carefully moved the food into his mouth, somehow not cutting himself.

“Fascinating,” Logan whispered. Virgil jumped at the sudden noise.

“Logan!” Patton gasped as he shot the logical man a glare. “Put that scientist’s mind away! This is our guest! You will not be ‘studying’ Virgil!” Patton told Logan.

“But science!”

Patton glared. Virgil looked back and forth between the two men and felt like he was causing this argument. If Patton knew what he was thinking he would tell him otherwise.

Virgil looked down at his lap. “I wouldn’t mind answering any questions,” he whispered, his voice low.

Both Logan and Patton’s head turned towards the darkly clothed man in surprise. “Are you sure kiddo,” Patton asked slowly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Patton is right, Virgil. It really is your decision. No matter how much I would-” Logan hissed in pain as he felt an elbow stab him the ribs. “It is your choice. We are not forcing you to do anything,” He rephrased.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Virgil spoke softly as he took an interest in the table cloth. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Kiddo,” Patton started before he caught Logan’s look.

He might feel the need to prove that he is truly grateful for what we are doing. Plus, it would be an opportunity to figure out how exactly to do what you wanted, Logan’s look seemed to say.

Patton stopped short. Logan was right. There was no way they could actually help Virgil if they didn’t know how his body worked and everything. Patton sighed.

“If that’s what you want kiddo.”

Virgil nodded to himself. “Yeah,” he could do it. He could prove himself useful. “It is.”

Logan tried to keep the small smile off his face. Research. This would be fascinating. He snuck a glance at Patton, and Logan could make Patton happy in the process. Logan inwardly groaned.

They were still going to have to deal with Virgil meeting Roman. Who knows what ridiculous dramatics Roman would throw about when he met Virgil.

He just hoped that they would be able to help Virgil.

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scraplette · 6 years

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Lost Light #22 Thoughts & Feels

Goodness. It's been a while since I've written up one of these posts but, now that I'm free of the grips of cosplay, it only makes sense to hop right back in with this issue. And, oh boy, what an issue!

Under a read more for the biggest of all spoilers.

+First off, the Misfire/Swerve team is beautfiful, and I will tear this universe apart to keep them together. Fite me.

+Yay! Megatron is back! I'm happy to see him but obviously Magnus and Rodimus will be a bit miffed. Not like they parted on the best of terms... Yeah, bugger you, Terminus.

+HAND! GIANT HAND! WHA?!

+OH SHIT! IS THAT CYBERTRON?! WHAT'S GOING ON! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “That's Primus” WHAT!

+Throwing in one more WHAT for good measure.

+BTW I was wrong. A few T&F posts ago I said that the Council couldn't become even bigger pricks than they are now. I was wrong. They heard my statement and said “Primus, hold our planet sized beer,” and considering what is revealed later in the issue, their hypocrisy has reached all an new levels of prickness.

+”Okay, so you see the fleet of Decepticon worldsweepers? See the green one? That's us. We're in there. I'm waving.”

I hope Megs waves back. It'd be rude not to. Also, the following exchange of “Why are you in a worldsweeper?” “Hm?” is perfect. Say what you want about Autobot Megatron, I will never not love the Rodimus/Megatron back and forth. Even the little admission from Rodimus, that Megatron “isn't that bad once you get to know him”, brought a smile to my face.

+I'm glad that Megatron wasn't the Big Bad like the last issue was hinting at. After everything he went through with the LL crew, plus his second chance in the FU, I would've been super irked if he went “evil” again. It's a shame the current IDW canon is ending, though, I would've loved a mini series detailing Meg's time in the FU. Looks like he's been busy.

+Do something? What can they do, Flame? Flame? FLAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMEEEEE?!

(Yes, I know this one was a bit forced, but it's been forever since I've seen Flame! How could I resist!)

[Bites on fist] HGGGGNNNN!!! This is really sweet!

+It is hard to conceive of a greater affront to the Mechanica Divine than a multitude of false Cybertrons.”

OH DO FUCK OFF! You're flying around in the biggest possible example of your hypocrisy!You've moved the goal posts so often I doubt you can even see them any more! Later in the issue Megatron explains that the council altered Cybertron itself, allowing it the power of space travel and transformation. Remember how enormous a sin deviating from your Alt-modes original purpose was to the Council? Nah? No worries. Neither do they.

Nuuuuuu! I wanted Megatron and Pax to be happy together Q_Q

But wait, hang on, did Megatron ever meet FU!Rung? The only contact I remember them having was Megatron seeing FU!Rung's corpse. Bit of a stretch on the Council's part to claim Megs “loved” Rung. Does this mean FU!Rung survived the moon battle? Just another question to question for Roberts at TFNation.

+Oh no. Terminus died... How tragic.

+DRIFT D:!

+Pharma's thirst for Ratchet is so strong, you guys. Even gods struggle against this thirsty boy.

+Adaptus?! COME AGAIN?

+skdgjndfjg Megatron interacting with the Scavenger is just so GOOD!

+I know a lot of folks have been waiting for this meeting between Drift and Megatron. It was short but no less sweet. It's also cool to see the Zero Point used again, we haven't seen it since the Shadowplay Arc where Rung was struggling to bridge the gap. And awww! Megatron became a Medic like he always wanted to Q_Q

+”It's a good colour, Sweve”

PFFT XD

+Yuuuup. Really want that Megatron/FU miniseries...

+Again with the Ratchet, Rodimus, Rung, and Tailgate chant. I'm 100% sure The Magnificence has it's own agenda. However, I have no idea whose side it's on.

Were Grimlock and THUNDERCLASH'S(sighwhataguy) speech bubbles swapped around? THUNDERCLASH seems pretty eager to blow up a planet.

+Right, time for the meat of this issue. If what Adaptus/Pharma says is true then this is possibly the biggest reveal in all of the IDW canon. I'll go over the identities of the other Guiding hand members before moving onto the big boy himself, as I've got quite a bit to talk about there. Oh yes.

I ADORE that Censere was Mortilus. The kind, sombre bot who quietly went about his duty, ensuring that the dead of Cybertron were not forgotten. It's also so refreshing to see the God of Death portrayed in a rather positive light. The only interaction we've had with Mortilus has been through his followers who, if we're perfectly honest, have all been giant edge lords XD I would've loved for them to meet Censere face to face. I bet he would've been horrified by their actions, maybe even invited them into his stronghold for a chat about their life choices. It's so sad that he died the way he did -_-

Tyrest... Gotta admit, not so thrilled about that one. Admittedly, it makes a lot of sense, especially when you start going over some of the details. He lead the research into “spark splicing” and had access to the Matrix, plus he was able to build a portal to one of his fellow gods. I always thought it was odd that his portal, ya know, actually worked because we all thought he was a little nuts. But maybe, just maybe, a little part of him remembered his connection to the Guiding hand. It's also quite tragic to see how the supposed god of wisdom was broken down over the years, his sanity chipped away at to the point of self-harm. Either way, I dunno, I think if we'd seen more of Tyrest after Remain in Light I probably would've liked this reveal a bit more, but it can't be helped since the end is fast approaching.

The Magnificence. The font of all knowledge is also Epistemus... Yeah, I'm fine with that. All good XD

Okay... Primus... right, I double dipped and bought the issue off the IDW app before they recalled the issue, so I've been holding onto this spoiler for a whole week.

[takes deep breath]

RUNG IS PRIMUS!

I'M ACTUALLY LOSING IT!

HOLY SHIT!

My mind is whirling, guys. When I saw that final panel everything clicked into place and it ALL MADE SENSE. The brightest spark, his serial number(reversed it becomes one) his memory problems, his odd habit of being in important points in history(which can't all be linked to Elegant Chaos because Rewind said there were billions of entries), the hotspot on Luna1,his deja-vu upon seeing the Luna 1 portal, no one remembering him. Everything!

I'm just stunned.

Roberts has really earned this reveal. I'm thrilled to bits by it. But now now I'm wondering, since a running theme of MTMTE/LL is the interpretation of myths and legends and how time can alter our perspective of those tales, how much of the creation myth is true. Are Rung, and the other members of the Guiding Hand, actual Gods or just REAAAAAALY ancient Transformers with unusual abilities. Did Rung and Censere really have a punch up? Is Rung truly responsible for the creation of the Cybertronian race?! HOW? Why doesn't he remember anything? How did we go from Warrior God to Nebbish Noodle Arms McCutie? Did he really fuse with Vector sigma? Is he Primus made flesh or a reincarnated spark? I have so many questions about my favourite character being the source of EVERYTHING.

+Love that final panel btw. It's like Rung got bored of everything and decided to have a sit down whilst he figured out how to clean his glasses one-handed. Please, PLEASE, let the first panel of the next issue be him, looking at the stunned faces of his friends, saying “What?”

+It’s such a shame that the comics only have a few issues left, I’d have loved to have seen this storyline expanded upon. Imagine how the Cybertronian race would've reacted to seeing the God for real.

+Oh dear. How are Cyclonus and Drift going to take this? The Knights are fake and the gods walk among you as normal dudes.

+Oh, we still don't know what Rung turns into but it's probably to do with spark creation/storage.

+We also still don't know why Ratchet was fading away a few issues ago.

#Lost Light #MTMTE #LL #LL spoilers #spoilers #IDW transformers #thoughts & feels

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serahsanguine · 6 years

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The Experience of London Film and Comic Con

I will be writing this a blog typestyle. Starting from the beginning of the day and ending up with the journey home. All spelling mistakes are my own and probably has punctuation missing. I am hoping by writing this it helps sink in or so I have a documented record of what happened for a future purpose. (also I was asked) so the morning was a very early start 3 o'clock wow lol. the train from Derby to London was pleasant either if the steward/stewardess was sick there no freshments/ drinks on the journey there. so when I arrived at St Pancras international finding which tube was slightly stressful as I get so confused by maps, it's unreal. but I asked for help and they were lovely, telling me where to go and it helped so much as I was a nervous wreck (The first time of many throughout the day) when I finally arrived at Paddington station, around 8 the beautiful Mags @Magdalena357569 helped me out and find the bus route to Olympia which in its self-was a nice journey going past the Winston Churchill pub with some beautiful flowers on and around the building but I did wonder how they kept them all so vibrate with this heat wave we have experienced. arriving at Olympia was fun even though me and mags had no clue where we were going we arrived near the gold passes entrance and were told to wait there to be moved around to gate H, it was sunny and warm I honestly thought I was going to burn because of that's what I do in the sun. anyways that was an s shape zigzag thing which took a good half hour before we were moved to gate H. when we actually got into the Olympia who would have guessed more queuing, we picked up our diamond passes which were by the first letter of Surname (There should have been signs!) so we had to queue twice. when we finally got our David Duchovny Diamond pass we got our day passes scanned and more Zig-Zaging through at least this time it was moving well for a time anyway kept stopping every known and again but never mind. that took another 30 minutes to get through before we actually got into the venue. once in the venue the was a quate little coffee shop over to your right where we met half the hang of ladies that we were going with. once accomplished we no cat Caroline Poole @CarolineRPoole Sam @medicaldoctxr Elaine myself and mags and Elaine's dad (Who is amazing by the way with a great sense of humor) we went to find David Duchovny signature place and oh boy was that fun. The Olympia if you have never been, is huge and I mean huge the maps available are very misleading. so we worked our way upstairs to find where most of the signatures were being held and guess what no DD so we asked a steward who hadn't a clue so we walked around like lost puppies not having a clue where to go. We walked through to where the photo were being held still no DD we kept asking steward's who hadn't a clue so, in the end, we got very very lost and hot and sweaty. (There should have been a map to tell you where everything was just saying!. I was told there were maps but I never found them) after about an hour of looking, (and a Very angry me) we finally found DD signature stand (Finally) we had lost some of our group oops lol. anyway, we were waiting for the queue to get that (Now me sam and Elaine) where I was able to get a copy of Miss subways (OMFG I finally got a copy) the line for the autographs wasn't that long. The actually autograph what a buzz first off I was so nervous, shaking everything but wow what an experience, David talked to me like we actually had a conversation he asked who was the signature so I said, Sarah and he asked with an h now I must have pronounced the h weird because he pronounced h differently to me obviously him in an American accent and me in a British accent or something like that. (later sam told me its because he couldn't get over it was with an h lol) but I was like yes it Sara with an H and we laughed about it. let me tell you it was a surreal experience actually talking to the man that is your idol. for as long time. he was so nice and his voice was slightly deeper then I was expecting but soothing at the same time. and he was very pleasing to the eye if I don't say so myself. Then I waited for Sam you had an amazing Brick Photo and he was stunned that it was his dog and he signed it to Samantha from Brick - David Duchovny and omg was she happy we got out of the enclosed both and she was having a meltdown in true sam style. we waited for Elaine and then had to sit down and calm down from our adrenaline rush (one of many). once we had finally calmed down I needed to go outside. And wouldn't you know it? Me and Sam got lost again (They Need to sell Damn Maps just saying) so we finally got the exit and got stamped and were told we could come back in the same door (Yes i believed the lie) so we finished up outside to find out we could not go back through the door we came out off and had to go back around to the start gate H bagged searched and stamp recognised with had to do the damn zig-zag thing again (oh the joy) luckily lot fewer people so only took us about 10 mins. we meet back up with Elaine and her dad we got the message that our friend and not so stalked dd on video which was so funny because he didn't realize (some bodyguards they were) so it was becoming near the time for photos (We got lost again) once the photo booth were found we had more queuing and more panicking and more adrenaline pumping through our systems. and more zig-zag snake things (a regular occurrence) me and Sam were so excited and nervous but it was so fun. I got asked several occasions where I got my bag from and if it was for sale I am sorry guys I did it my self. one in the photo booth square we gave our bags to the photo people and waited for our time to have a photo taken. I was talking to Sam about I would just be happy with a hug all I wanted and then it was my turn. when he spotted me he was like it Sarah with an h I was like yes it is. he asked how I was, I said I was great and asked him how he was. And we had our photo taken. His arm (Those arms are to die for) around my shoulders (i'm small) has hand touched my X-file tattoo (which at the time i didn't realize) and I put my head on his pectoral muscle/shoulder/neck area it was so warm and amazing (True Fan fic style) when finished I said by and went and waited for Sam and got my photo and bag and left the photo booth area. he was wearing dark jeans grey top black trainers with orange laces. (Wow damn he was hot) So me and Sam (we lost Elaine) talked about what happened and he remembered her because of the Brick photo and she tripped on his shoe (only sam) and she doesn't like her photo but in my opinion, she looks amazing. we live streamed (which can be found somewhere on my twitter profile.) to try and calm down and breath and because I promised I would we eventually found Elaine and her Dad and a hotdog stand yay. by this time we realized we had 4 hours to kill (WOW). food eat time to find an exit for some fresh air. we got lost again and if it wasn't for Elaine's dad we would have been lost a long time, we went past some of the best cosplay I have ever seen. I even found the TARDIS which for me as a Doctor Who fan was amazing, there were Daleks and everything including Cybermen cosplay. once done with our outside actives and back in we went in the search for merchandise and we found @underthefloorborads stall with @chimera work and yes i bought one and omg it amazing I also found a pop store with Fox Fricking Mulder (very rare indeed) and I found another beautiful poster for the X-Files and I even got an MSR pillow (no blankets I really want a blanket) that killed about an hour - two hours looking for everything and getting lost so many times and a damn sight lof of walked we found somewhere to sit down and just rest. so after this, me and Sam went to the talk and were in the third row I cam to know the Deadpool, Orville, the x-files trailers by heart waiting for David to appear on the screen. and wow what a talk it was so many good questions asked like Gillian question, would he work on other project directing, writing. what genre of work he finds scary or hard. different ways his name been pronounced, and if he had any European work coming up, Insta questions I have one complaint tbh and it's not David's fault but where the talk was placed was horrible and the sound of the questions plus the sound of David was not very clear. so basically the speakers were terrible. but all in all I got some good photo and David made me laugh and he's swearing is so funny and erotic he honestly so nice and sweet and one amazing person in general. I have meet so many people off twitter that was amazing to finally meet people that I have talked to over social media was surreal and amazing. so all together it was a long and exciting day meeting David was a dream come true. he nice and amazing. just an amazing all around person. the con its self-was amazing some amazing stalls. some amazing people met, amazing items being sold and very exciting and fulfilling journey. home-bound well I got my very first uber like that its self is an x-file especially after seeing David it gave me season 10 flashback. that was nice and pleasant and quite cheap tbh. so i arrived at Paddington subway and had an anxiety attack (joy not) all sorts of stuff going through my head about missing train etc. but once arrived at St Pancras International I seemed to half calmed my self down I was 45 mins early for my train. so I waited and waited and finally got on the train home. I had a table all to myself I'm a lucky girl like that and it kind of hit me but I'm still not fully there even today writing this. i heard one of his song on Spotify and cried because i had actually met him (i think it was tiredness it had been a long day. I got home about home at 10 pm. so that's

me recall of yesterday thanks for reading. any question just ask me on twitter or tumblr.

#london film and comic con #londonfilmandcomiccon #lfcc #lfcc2018 #davidduchovny #david duchovny #london #blog

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maevefiction · 6 years

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Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 35

All the way to Kauai Pasta our phones chirped and rang incessantly, Anne being among the first to reach out. She loved my ring, thought it was the most wonderful news, and THEN I asked her if she’d be willing to be a participant in the wedding party. Her shriek was delightful, quickly followed by her asking me if I wouldn’t rather have someone closer to my own age, to which I retorted that I might have seriously injured myself due to rolling my eyes so hard at her bullshit.

Veronica called as well, and I booked her immediately to help with styling for the event. I was never the sort of girl who had a vision of THAT DRESS, so I had no idea where the hell to even begin. All I knew was that I wanted to be comfortable and not look like a Disney princess, but if I was going to avoid showing up in baggy shorts and a T-shirt, guidance from a professional was definitely in order. Norman texted his congratulations to us both, but other than that, most of the attention was directed to Tom’s device, though I chimed in with my thanks on every call because he insisted upon using speakerphone mode. Such an outpouring of support wasn’t something I was used to, and by the time we got to the restaurant I was ready to hide in the hotel room for a few hours and adjust to being someone’s fiancée.

The fettuccine alfredo was even better than I remembered, and Tom’s penchant for stealing my food even worse. After we’d finished inhaling all the goodness, Simon sauntered over to the manager and suddenly the entire establishment was singing happy birthday to me. Every time I tried to slide down the booth seat and under the table Tom grabbed me and pulled me back up, ignoring both my pleas for help and my obviously empty threats to withhold sexual favors from him if he didn’t comply.

Once we returned to the hotel, Simon nabbed the garment bag that contained my costume as well as the duffel of accessories that he’d brought from back home, and we adjourned to my and Tom’s room while Tom remained with Luke, who’d been the transporter of his contraband. I hadn’t actually SEEN my costume yet, having put my full faith in Simon when he talked me into opting for Lady Loki instead of just plain old Loki. When he unzipped the bag, I peered at its contents, looked back at Simon, back into the bag, then settled my gaze upon a pair of grey eyes alight with mischief.

“Um, Simon? WHERE IS THE REST OF THE COSTUME?”

The left side of his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin. “I don’t understand what you mean, Maude. That’s the costume. Lady Loki.”

I pulled out the pieces. All four of them. “This isn’t a costume. This is a bikini, two pillowcases strung on a belt, and a cape.”

He nodded. “Uh HUH. Lady Loki. The horns and the boots are in the duffel bag. You are going to LOVE the boots, by the way…”

“SIMON. Where is the SHIRT? Where is the SKIRT?”

“Lady Loki doesn’t wear a SHIRT. She wears a TOP. A midriff baring top. And kind of a skirt, but the sides are OPEN so you can, you know, SEE. How do you not know this? You’re fucking…oh, wait, sorry, you’re engaged to the man who plays him. Her. Whatever.”

I flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, left wrist and hand resting on my forehead. “Somehow I doubt that particular look is set in stone. I’ve seen the comics, and looked at a ton of cosplay pictures. There are shirts. There are skirts. And, by the way, even though we’re engaged I’m still going to be FUCKING HIM. My god. What the hell am I going to do for a costume NOW?”

He sat down next to me, the black faux-leather top and bottoms held aloft in his hands. “You know, it’s NOT a bikini. It’s actually a push-up bra and booty shorts. And they’re LEATHER.”

An entirely new sound came out of me as I sat up, a hybrid of a terrified scream and maniacal laugh. “HA! Well, if it’s a push-up bra and booty shorts I suppose that makes everything JUST FINE then.” I touched the shorts to ascertain the exact material. “And that’s not REAL leather. So pffft on you. And my midriff has not been seen in public since…since…like, never and…”

Simon dropped the bra into his lap in order to cover my mouth with his hand. “LIES! Your bathing suit has cutouts in that area. You’ve also exposed bits of yourself on that very balcony out there, and then THE REST of what the good lord gave you as you walked across this very room. And heaven knows where ELSE you’ve stripped down for the sake of carnal pleasure. Come on, Maauuudddeee. At least try it ON.”

My head shook back and forth as I pouted. “I don’t WANNA.”

He leaned in, cheek brushing mine like a cat demanding attention. “But…but…imagine Tom’s FACE when he SEES YOU.”

I stood, snatched the pieces from his lap and charged into the bathroom, peals of his laughter echoing behind me. After stripping naked, I stared at myself in the mirror, taking careful note of the fact that I appeared to be somewhat…smaller. I hadn’t weighed myself since New York in July, and admittedly my clothes had seemed to be getting a little bit looser, but we’d been so busy it wasn’t something to which I gave more than a passing thought. While I’d spent a good amount of my time naked during our road trip, said time was typically spent pursuing matters other than gazing at my reflection, and it was only when faced with the prospect of putting on a ridiculously skimpy outfit that I finally viewed myself with a critical eye. And, realistically, after more than a month of frequently skipped meals and constant activity, I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised that I’d shed a few pounds.

First I wiggled into the booty shorts, my back to the mirror, then stared at the push-up bra. It fastened in the front, which typically spelled massive wardrobe malfunction for me, but I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, slipped it over my shoulders into place and hooked the clasp. As I exhaled, I fully expected it to pop open, but it didn’t. Nor did it pop open when I reached in to adjust the girls. The shoulder straps were easily an inch and a half wide, which perhaps distributed the load more efficiently than most others I’d tried. And my lord, push up indeed. I yelled to Simon.

“Dude, I could serve drinks off my tits. Seriously. It fits perfectly.”

“Of course it does. Boobs may not be my thing, but I’m dead on with sizes every time.”

I snorted. “You’re full of shit. You either peeked or Tom did and told you.”

He scratched at the door with his fingernails. “Whatever. Fuck you. Let me IN.”

As I turned to unlock the door I got a glimpse of myself, mainly my ass from the side.

“Sweet baby Moses, I look like a fucking Kardashian in these shorts.”

Simon flung the door open, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face the mirror, busily studying my rear end, shaking his head vehemently.

“Oh honey, no. No you do not. But if you want to I’m sure I can get my hands on some padding…” His eyes roamed over my body, then met mine in our reflection. “Maude. You look so beautiful, I may weep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please.”

“No, I mean it. And not only are you lovely on the outside, you’re even more gorgeous on the INSIDE. Tom is a lucky, lucky man.”

I turned to face him. “You’re not switching teams on me, are you?”

He pinched my cheek. “Not unless you’re hiding a cock in those shorts.”

“We’re both being very non-PC right now, aren’t we?”

Roaring with laughter, he slapped my ass and ran out of the bathroom. “Being indiscriminately insensitive to all of humanity is one of my favorite things to do with you. Now come on out of there and put on your BOOTS. Then we have to call the wig and makeup person, because I need help too, and then we’ll both finish putting on…”

I interrupted him as I entered the living space. “I’m sorry, did you say wig and makeup person?”

Sighing, he patted my shoulder. “Yes. Tom borrowed someone from the Skull Island set for himself, and we get to use her too. YAY!”

Words escaped me as I wondered what the hell Tom was up to, needing an actual professional for his costume. And it was a wig AND makeup person. My god, could he…would he…I grabbed Simon by both biceps.

“You know, don’t you? You know who he’s dressing up as. You have to tell me, Simon. HAVE TO TELL ME.”

“Woman, I kept the whole proposal nonsense a secret…if you think I’m going to spill something so insignificant you are sadly mistaken.”

I leaned in so we were nose to nose, knowing staring into his eyes was my best chance of detecting a falsehood. The man had a poker face like none I’d ever seen, but I’d witnessed him being less than truthful enough times at the office to figure out his tell. “Lestat. It’s Lestat, isn’t it?” Just the slightest tick to the left. “OH MY FUCKING GOD IT IS I AM GOING TO DIE.”

He took a step backwards, crossing his arms. “Totally not Lestat, Maude.”

“Don’t you try and lie to me, old man. You have a tell, you know. Your eyes shift to the left every time. Every. Time. And they did just fucking now.”

“Um, I’d like to point out that if I’m an old man that makes you an old woman because, HELLO, same age.”

My index finger connected with his chest. “Your attempt at diverting my attention to a potentially inflammatory topic in order to disguise the fact that you’re a lying liar who lies is neither appreciated, nor will it be successful.”

He covered his face with his hands. “Oh lord help me she’s using her Smartypants Businesslady words. Make it stop.”

“Apologies, but this will continue until you opt to proffer a full, one-hundred percent factual, truthful confession…”

His hands fell from his face as he fanned out his fingers in exasperation. “FINE. You’re right. Happy now?”

“NO. Because now I’m afraid of WHICH Lestat he’s going to be. Old school? Rock god? Modern tailored suit with flair? I think I need to sit down.”

Simon shoved me down onto the bed. “Please do, you naughty spoilsport. I’m making my call.”

He wandered out onto the balcony, and I completely forgot about the fact that I’d soon be traipsing around half-naked in public on purpose as visions of Tom in all of Lestat’s various incarnations flooded my brain. Simon’s knuckles rapping on my noggin snapped me out of my trance.

“Martina’s on her way up. Look alive, woman.”

Blinking as I looked up and met his gaze, I reached out and poked his thigh. “So…who are YOU dressing as?”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not joking. Luke and I are coordinating. Harry Potter universe.”

I leapt off the bed. “Luke as Harry? That is just…it’s too…adorable. I can’t wait…”

Simon shook his head. “Ah, ah, ah…not Harry.”

My head tilted to the side. “Not Harry?”

“Not Harry.”

“But…who…Ron?” He shook his head. “Dumbledore?” Another shake. “Hermione?” A snort, then a wide smirk, followed by a deadpan expression as he spilled the beans.

“Snape.”

“GET THE FUCK OUT.” Just as the words were out of my mouth someone knocked on the door. “Shit. Go get that. I’m going to hide.”

He answered, and an hour and a half later we were dressed and ready to roll. Martina had painted my nails gold and adorned me with varying shades of green eyeshadow, heavy black liner, and black lipstick. The wig was black as well, the very realistic faux hair nearly reaching my ass. Golden horns topped it off, thankfully made entirely of plastic, the headband portion set with a huge faux emerald smack in the middle. There were strips of gold sequins taped onto the edges of my bra that formed a triangle, and a matching band to go over the belt portion of the skirt. Elbow-length pieces of fabric that resembled gloves with no fingers were wrapped with gold elastic string, and then came…the boots. They were black leather, skin-tight thigh high lace-ups with a two and a half inch platform at the toe, a 4 inch chunky heel and I loved them more than I’d ever loved any other pair of boots I’d ever worn, ankles be damned. The cape turned out to be way too long…like five inches too long, so that was scrapped because that plus platform boots was a perfect recipe for disaster. One or the other, yes. Both, no fucking way.

Simon’s wig made his eyes stand out even more than his natural blond, and his gleeful expression when he exited the bathroom in his robe made me wonder if he was wearing anything underneath it, at which point I closed my eyes and thought of truffles to distract myself. Martina gathered her things, wished us luck, smirked in my direction and away she went.

I rested my right hand on Simon’s shoulder. “Gotta say, you make a damn lovely Draco. So is this like a May-December romance thing after you’ve left Hogwarts or what? Of course we’ll have to ignore the fact that Snape, you know, DIES…”

“Maude, since you’ve attempted to put a damper on my fantasy I’m going to call your fiancé because if seeing him…and I know what he looks like, Luke sent me a pic…doesn’t shut you up, nothing EVER will.”

“You realize you’ve just essentially invited me to tackle your sorry ass and snatch your phone, don’t you?” As I moved my hand to his chest and began to push, the door opened, and I spun around so quickly I almost fell over. Luke was in the doorway, his black wig in motion, tendrils of hair brushing his chin as his head turned forward. He bit his lip at the sight of Simon, and I heard Simon gasp behind me at the same time. Luke began to stride in our direction, and as he drew closer I saw an arm holding the door open, the body attached to it not yet visible. The fingernails were black, arm ensconced in what appeared to be a very finely woven black metallic netting, the outer portion of the bordered sleeve gaping open, held in place by a black metallic fabric tie between the wrist and the elbow that matched the border. When I noticed that the sleeve didn’t end at the wrist but instead formed a V-shaped hand wrap also made of the border fabric, crossing the top and slipping between the middle and ring fingers, it dawned on me which Lestat I’d be spending the evening with. Surprising myself, I began walking toward the source of my imminent doom instead of running to lock myself in the bathroom.

A bit of blonde hair dangled into the formerly empty doorway, followed by an incredibly pale face…his blue eyes resembled ice crystals, ringed with black liner, lids darkened with shadow, lashes ridiculously pronounced as the result of a heavy application of mascara. His lips were pinker than they normally were, a dusky shade, and the hair, my god, THE HAIR. It reached his shoulders, curly and so, so blonde and I saw FANGS and was just about to lose my shit when he slid fully into view and into the room, knees buckling at the sight of me, leaning on the wall for support.

I nodded. “Same, asshole. Same.”

He laughed, completely exposing the fangs, and I resumed my walk, grabbing hold of his jaw with my right hand when I reached him, tilting my head and leaning in to inspect his canine teeth.

“Are those, like, really…you know…attached?”

He nodded, chin still in my hand. “Uh huh.”

“As in, ‘I can totally bite stuff’ attached?”

His eyes widened, and I felt the warmth of his hand on my belly. “Uh huh.”

I released his jaw and turned to Luke and Simon. “So, um, how set are you on going to this party, exactly?”

Simon whipped his wand from his robes and pointed it at me. “Maude GALLAGHER. You can shag vampire boy LATER. We are GOING OUT. It is your BIRTHDAY. There’s a DJ and we’ve never really been out dancing before and that’s essentially CRIMINAL. I will curse you if I must. I swear it.”

Sighing, I turned to Tom once again, noting that the shirt material was actually rather iridescent as opposed to just black metallic. My eyes closed and my chin fell to my chest as I responded.

“Fine. Fine. Let’s go dancing. But I think we should take separate vehicles.”

Luke cleared his throat. “I hate to be an utter downer, but you’re our designated driver, Maude.”

Eyes still shut, I rested both hands on Tom’s shoulders. “Right. Designated driver. Okay. I can handle this.”

Tom’s arms wound around my waist as he whispered quietly in my ear. “I can’t. I’m on the verge of fucking you right here, right now, right in front of them.”

In reply I ran my tongue along his jaw, not expecting the makeup to be quite so…vile. My eyes flew open as I shook my head back and forth, tongue still sticking out, as if that would help even remotely. “Bleech. That is…man, that tastes HORRIBLE.” He responded by biting my neck, and as I felt the tips of the fangs sinking into my soft flesh I pushed back and away. “Thomas. No. No no no no no. Honey. No.”

As he chuckled I grabbed my phone and keys from the dresser, handed them to him since he had pockets in which to store them, then headed for the door.

“Come on, let’s do this before I change my mind. And you’d better move your asses, because if we aren’t on our way to the lobby in the next twenty seconds it’s game over. I mean it.”

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Tom had followed me down the stairs, muttering to himself the entire time, eventually jogging down to be by my side as I tried to focus so I wouldn’t fall and maim myself permanently. His right arm linked with my left, steadying me, voice even with a hint of incredulity.

“Lady Loki.”

I nodded. “That’s me. Were you surprised?”

“I fear may never recover from the shock, actually. Luke told me you were dressing as Loki. He left out the ‘lady’ bit.”

A very indelicate snort escaped me. “Lady bit. Lady bits. Heh. Wait, Luke told you?”

“Believe me, it took a considerable amount of effort to even get that much out of him.” His hand squeezed my forearm. “You knew who I was going to be, though.”

“Why would you think that?”

He grinned. “You didn’t faint when you saw me.”

“My, my…what a large ego you have there, Hiddleston.”

“Matches my…”

“Shut. It. And yes, I knew…but all I managed to ascertain from Simon was that you’d be turning up as Lestat, so I didn’t know WHICH Lestat.” I stopped in my tracks, three steps from the lobby floor, as I realized I hadn’t given him a complete once-over yet. His pants were black leather, but a matte finish, as were his boots, the toes squared off, and around his neck was a Sid Vicious-style padlock choker…not an official accessory, but damn, I loved it. “I’d ask if that was the actual Queen of the Damned costume but you’re four inches taller than Stuart Townsend and the pants aren’t short so…” His abs through the shirt were downright obscene, and the waistband of the trousers was low…so, so low…leaning in, I could see not only his entire happy trail but a sneaky peek of the top of his pubic thatch poking out as well. “Okay, I might faint now. Rock God Lestat equals too much hotness for poor old Lady Loki.”

His arm unlinked from mine and slipped around my waist, spurring the completion of our descent and walk toward the exit. “Ah, that’s better. That sort of compliment makes the thought of wearing leather pants to go out dancing in Hawaii much more palatable.”

“Caution is advised, Thomas. Can’t have you chafing anything and ruining my fun.”

We decided to take the Jeep…’decided’ meaning my stating that since I wasn’t drinking, I was driving whatever I wanted. Tom offered to take the wheel for the drive there, and as Simon bitched about how horrific it was to have to climb into the back seat of a Wrangler while wearing a robe I leaned back against the hood area of the passenger side. Tom, waiting for the clown circus to cease so he could tuck me safely inside the vehicle, looked me up and down repeatedly.

“Maude…honestly…you are so, so sexy in that get-up…a level of sexy that should likely be illegal.”

I lifted my arms above my head, feigning a stretch, watching his jaw clench as I wiggled my fingers high above. “Misdemeanor or felony?”

He growled as his head tilted to the left. “Woman. Get in the Jeep.” A slap on my ass as I climbed aboard made me shriek with delight, and another one followed immediately, harder, and I moaned softly for the sole purpose of torturing the poor man, smirking as I heard him mutter ‘bloody fucking hell’ under his breath.

Rob’s Bar and Grill was eight miles from the hotel, and on the twenty-minute drive my gaze moved from my ring, to Tom, back to my ring, then back to Tom, again and again. This beautiful man beside me, currently a living, breathing incarnation of my most favorite fictional character, wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. His life. With me. Us. Together. Which we’d both already known, but somehow, having a circle of silver with a stone in it on my finger made it REAL. We hadn’t been alone since he proposed, and my mind was scrambling to think of exactly how to convey how much everything he’d done today meant to me, but kept coming up blank. The words I wanted wouldn’t fall into place, only floating around my head, scrambling away as I reached out to grab them.

The parking lot was nearly full, but Tom found an out of the way place perfect for a Jeep near the very back. We walked in, four unrecognizable people merging into a crowd of a hundred or more of the same. I hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but tonight, no one had a clue who we were, any of us. Granted, if someone was a huge fan they’d know Tom upon close inspection, but at a glance…no way. For him, it was probably a very freeing feeling…but for me, it was license to behave badly on the dance floor. Dancing Queen was cranking on the sound system, the giant wall of televisions displaying an endless array of sporting events, and Simon immediately bolted for the bar, Luke in tow. I turned my head to meet Tom’s gaze.

“Do you require a beverage as well, or shall we just get down to it, Mr. Hiddleston?”

He took my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor, wiggling his hips seductively as we worked our way through the crowd. “Down to it, if you please.”

My brows rose as we found our place and he faced me, then placed a hand on my lower back, pulling my hips in to meet his own. “Oh, I please. Do do that voodoo that you do, baby.”

Luke and Simon joined us midway through the next song, Calvin Harris’s Feel So Close, and we all lost ourselves in the music, dancing with abandon to Lean On, Connected, 1999 and Brick House before I needed to take a bathroom and soda break. Not dipping my costume in the bowl was a challenge, but I figured I’d continue to make it through the night unscathed since I wasn’t getting hammered, as long as I remembered LIFT came before SIT. The music was too loud for conversation, so we stood together between the bar and the DJ, admiring all the creative costumes. There were superheroes, of course, Superman, Batman and the Joker among them, along with werewolves, Dracula-styled vampires, zombies, witches, a ballerina, a Playboy bunny, someone who was either dressed as Weird Al or was actually Weird Al, and my personal favorite, an older couple with the woman in costume as Jimmy Buffett and the man as a giant margarita glass, complete with salt on the rim.

When Wonderful Night by Fatboy Slim began to play, we ditched our drinks and wormed our way back into the middle of the dance floor, and as I watched Tom gyrating and spinning and jumping I was reminded of how music was such a powerful force in both our lives, how it moved us, allowed us to express our own through someone else’s words…and in that moment, I thought of THE song, the one that could say for me all the things my mind couldn’t seem to put to order as yet. As Wonderful Night finished, I yelled in Tom’s ear.

“I’m going to see if the DJ takes requests, okay? Be right back.”

As I walked to his table, he looked up, saw me, then looked back down and began typing on his phone. Upon reaching him, I bent down and shouted above the din of Cotton Eye Joe, which, frankly, I was thrilled to me missing out on.

“Hi there! Love your set so far…I was wondering…do you take requests?”

He nodded, stood, then motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen, where it was insanely busy but much quieter. Shorter than me, native Hawaiian if I had to guess, slightly overweight with dark hair back in a ponytail and tucked under his backwards baseball cap, dressed in a black Walking Dead T-shirt and white board shorts, a huge smile lit up his face and made me smile in return.

“For you? I absolutely do. Especially if you promise to keep dancing. You and your fiancé are the life of this party, man.”

My head tilted to the side, and he laughed heartily, extending his hand. “I’m Sammy Hale, otherwise known as All Hale the DJ. My wife Melanie is a huge fan, of you and Tom both. You should have heard her screeching when she saw his Tweet earlier…heck, maybe you DID. It was that loud.”

I laughed as well, accepting his proffered hand and shaking vigorously. “Maude Gallagher. But you knew that already. So, you recognized Tom? Nicely done.”

“Do you have any idea how many pictures of that man I’ve seen? But honestly, I knew who you were first, and once he started dancing I was sure it was him. She shows me videos, too. Congratulations, by the way. Here, look at what she posted on Facebook when she found out.”

He handed me his phone, and I focused in on the screen.

“Tom and Maude just got engaged right here on the island…I’m so happy for them! What an exciting time! And imagine…what if they decide to get married here? Even crazier, what if they choose my place for the reception? I’m such a hopeless dreamer, LOL.”

Eyes wide, I returned my gaze to Sammy. “Her place?”

“Well, it’s not really her place…but she’s been there since college so it feels like it is, I guess, plus she’s very passionate about her job…she’s the head event coordinator at the Coconut Beach Marriott.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “It’s a beautiful hotel, perfect setting, amazing beach…”

“Oh, I’m aware. That’s where we’re staying.” I pulled up his contacts, which was probably rude, but when fate intervenes you have to set such things as. “This is my personal cell number. Will you have her call me, please? We are getting married on Kauai, and the Marriott never crossed my mind as a reception location until right now. June 29th, 2016…that all needs to be kept under wraps, though…”

He looked shell-shocked as I handed him back his phone. “She has prior experience with celebrity weddings that required thorough confidentiality. Wow. This is…this is off the hook. It’s going to take me a good while to convince her I’m not yanking her chain when I tell her.”

Hand on my hip, I pointed at him. “Tell you what…Tom and I will do a video hello for her to send first so she knows for sure you met us, then you can break the news later. Sound good?”

His head shook back and forth slowly. “Sometimes, the universe just sets such amazing things you never expected right in front of you…”

“HA! Tell me about it. So…about my requests…” I provided him with my short list of songs, then revealed my plan, which he seemed nearly as excited about as I was. I went out and brought Tom into the kitchen to film our video hello for Melanie, who was, we were told, out trick or treating with their three little ones, ages eight, five and two. Once it was sent off, it was back to dancing. And, for me, waiting, riddled with anxiety and wondering if I’d be able to pull off what I’d decided to do without fucking it up too badly.

I lost track of time and space, especially after being whirled around to You Should Be Dancing, and how many songs had played between that and Poison by the Prodigy, I had not a clue…but that song and the one after were my cues, and I was at once grateful to have recognized the first but terrified that it was almost…time. Tom grinned fiendishly when he heard the opening notes, and we danced separately at first, him pausing during one section where the beat allowed me to do some hula-like hip shaking, then spinning me around so he could grind up against me until it was over. That was followed Steve Aoki’s Freak, during which I fully exercised my right to behave badly. Very, very badly, rubbing my scantily clad nether region up and down his leather covered thigh, bending over in front of him, his hands on my hips as he bucked against me, grabbing my ass occasionally, ending with his turning me back towards him and lifting my leg up so I could wrap it around his waist. After the last beat, I pulled away from him and headed once again to the DJ table, and Sammy handed me a microphone. Several deep breaths later in the strange silence, I began.

“Um, hi. Terribly sorry to interrupt the tunes, but…” I pointed at Tom, whose makeup had begun to run just a tiny bit, hair damp with sweat, body glistening with it as well, standing and staring at me with an expression of puzzlement upon his face. “That beautiful man right there…a few hours ago, he proposed to me in the most spectacular way possible.”

The crowd cheered and I held up my left hand, waggling my fingers. “Of course I said YES.” Everyone laughed, and I honed in on him, everything else becoming a blur. “Tom, I love you. So much. You…you are my everything. What you did for me today, how much my life has changed since we met here, on this island, back in June…I can never seem to find the right words to properly convey how it’s made me feel. So, I’m going to use someone else’s. And I’m going to sing them, because I think you kind of like it when I sing.”

The crowd had cleared around him, and he’d come closer, now standing six feet away, and as he nodded I could see his eyes had filled with tears. The song began to play, Flyleaf’s All Around Me, which was probably unknown to most of the folks at Rob’s, and perhaps to Tom as well…but it was perfect, and I sang along with Lacey Sturm, though Sammy had muted her vocals down to what essentially amounted to background noise.

“My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you This fire rising through my being Burning I’m not used to seeing you I’m alive, I’m alive I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I’m breathing Holding on to what I’m feeling Savoring this heart that’s healing My hands float up above me And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade Into our secret place The music makes me sway The angels singing say we are alone with you I am alone and they are too with you I’m alive I’m alive I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I’m breathing Holding on to what I’m feeling Savoring this heart that’s healing So I cry (Holy) The light is white (Holy) And I see you I’m alive I’m alive I’m alive And I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I’m breathing Holding on to what I’m feeling Savoring this heart that’s healing Take my hand I give it to you Now you own me All I am You said you would never leave me I believe you I believe I can feel you all around me Thickening the air I’m breathing Holding on to what I’m feeling Savoring this heart that’s healed”

As was my habit, I lowered my chin to my chest once I finished. I knew I’d struggled with a few bits that were at the upper edge of my range, but to my ear, at least, it had sounded okay overall. When I raised my head up, I saw Tom, openly weeping and rushing towards me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck as the crowd began to applaud and cheer. I rubbed his back as he murmured words of thanks and adoration in my ear, finally pulling back to look into my eyes.

“Pretty sure I already knew it, but now it’s completely crystal clear to me…asking you to be my wife was by far the smartest decision I’ve ever made, and likely ever WILL make. Thank you, for saying yes, for being willing to spend the rest of your life with me, ME, for loving me, and for that song. I will never forget this day, this hour, this moment…my god, how I love you…”

I poked his shoulder. “Dude. Shush. You’re totally stealing my thunder.”

We both laughed, and when we heard ourselves do so over the sound system, it dawned on me that the mic was still hot, and I brought it up to my lips again.

“Well, now you know why I had to resort to singing, right?” The crowd erupted in laughter as I flicked the off switch, and seemingly out of nowhere Luke and Simon arrived, embracing Tom and I from either side. Simon’s wig was mildly askew, and I made a huffing noise.

“Um, Simon…did you, like HEAR me sing or were you, like, BUSY?”

A rare blush spread across his cheeks. “So, who’s ready to head back to the hotel?”

Luke was red as a beet as well, and I snorted.

“I’m not sure whether I should be pissed or proud. How about I decide on the ride?”

They bolted towards the door, and Tom took my hand, leading me outside and to the Jeep without another word.

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The relative silence continued as I drove, just the noise of the wind, all of our windows rolled down to let in the night air. We said our goodnights in the hallway, and as soon as the door closed behind us Tom had me up against the wall, a sense of deja vu washing over me. His mouth found mine, tongue thrusting in roughly, groaning as I bit down on it gently before sucking firmly. Moving my head the way I wanted was entirely too challenging with the horns on, so I yanked them off and tossed them across the room, along with the arm wraps. He buried one hand in my fake hair, and I could feel him fumbling behind me with the other, searching for the bra clasp. I grabbed his arms, pulled them in front of me, then placed his hands on my breasts, hoping he’d get the hint. Instead, he opted to show off his motorboating skills, followed by testing his fangs, dragging them back and forth across my still-covered nipples.

“Fuck. Tom. Front. It’s in the front. Take it off. OFF.”

A moment passed as he pondered the mechanics of the thing, followed by my boobs springing free as he slid the straps off my shoulders, down my arms, off my wrists, pulling it from behind me and finally dropping it unceremoniously onto the carpet. The right nipple was his first target, laving it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, then biting it gently until I swatted him away, at which point he switched to the left one. Using his hands, he pressed my breasts together, tongue sliding back and forth quickly from nipple to nipple, my head flopping back against the wall, eyes closed. Suddenly, he was gone, and when I opened my eyes he was staring at the belt, and when the latch that closed it couldn’t be easily located, he forced the belt and attached fabric over my hips, taking the booty shorts along with it, tapping first one leg, then the other, prompting me to lift each in turn so he could slip the shorts over my boots and move the belt out of the danger zone.

I watched as his eyes roamed over me, standing naked but for my thigh-high boots, and I could see he was rock hard right through the leather. Reaching out, I lifted the hem of his shirt and yanked upward, and he lifted his arms, licking his lips, eyes rolling back into his head as I paused to flick his nipples with my tongue. He stepped back, completing the removal of the shirt himself, grunted, then rotated me roughly until I was facing the wall. It was then that he spoke his first words, other than wishing Simon and Luke a good night, since we left the bar.

“Arms above your head, all the way up. Hands on the wall.” Short, curt, and nearly a growl. I complied, moaning as his hands grasped my inner thighs, pushing outward, indicating that I should spread my legs. I complied with that, as well, hearing the sound of a snap coming undone and zipper being pulled as I moved. His cock dripped into the crack of my ass as he gauged our alignment.

“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t move a muscle.”

His left hand wrapped around my wrists, holding them to the wall, and with his right he guided himself to my entrance, just the tip of him nudging inside. As I began to push backward, the same hand moved first to stroke my belly, then downward, his middle finger reaching into my folds to circle my clit as he thrust forward, my hips hitting the wall as he slid home. He’d left just enough room to allow his finger to continue its stroking, but left me no way to move, pinned in place hanging on his cock. And because apparently that wasn’t enough torture, that’s when his fangs sank into my neck, causing me to orgasm without even the slightest warning, clamping down on him, desperate for friction but unable to attain it.

“Oh god oh my god ohmygod Tom…I need…need…you…move…you have to move. MOVE. Please. PLEASE.”

He ignored me, focused intently on my neck, biting, sucking and finally licking the spot he was finished with, then moving on to another. That pain, mingled with the pleasure originating from his consistently stroking finger, drew me to the brink, easing off whenever his mouth relocated, and just when I was ready to begin to genuinely protest against his edging, he began circling his hips in time with his finger.

“Is that better, Maude? Need my cock in motion, do you? Need to feel it rubbing against every bit of you, pressing against your walls, round and round we go, where we stop, nobody knows?”

“Fuck off.”

He stopped moving.

“Okay, fine. How about fuck ME instead?”

Nothing but stillness. Even his finger had ceased its ministrations.

“Thomas.”

Nada. Time to break out the big guns, then. Fulfilling, months later, a request he’d made back in New Orleans. I started to sing Closer.

“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself”

He swallowed, hard enough that I could feel it against my back. I continued.

“I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god”

He began moving again, but much faster, adding thrusts to his circling.

“You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything Help me tear down my reason, help me its’ your sex I can smell Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else”

When I got to the word ‘perfect’ he groaned, loud and long and full of neediness, almost throwing me off my tempo as he let go of my wrists, pulled out of me and spun me around.

“I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside”

He lifted my left leg by the back of the knee, holding it aloft and allowing me to wrap it around his waist as he shoved himself back into me, eyes on mine, wild, pupils fully blown, jaw clenched, tips of the fangs resting on the edge of his lower lip. I leaned back against the wall, his weight pinning me again as I lifted the other leg and wrapped it around his waist as well.

“I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god”

He began slamming into me, pulling out, then slamming in again, our gazes still locked, my hands clenched together behind his neck. I leaned forward to run my tongue across his lips.

“That’s it. Come on. Fuck me.”

His breathing was labored, his reply more of a grunt as he moved faster and faster. “Like. An. Animal.”

“Mmm hmm. Just like that.” I began bucking against him as his finger found my clit again. “More. Harder. More. Make me scream.”

He lowered his head, breaking eye contact in order to sink his teeth into the unmarked side of my neck, and that’s when, I did, in fact, scream. Entirely too loudly for well past 9 PM, even on a Saturday. The bite grew ever harder as he stifled his own scream, spurting inside me as my walls convulsed around him, finally letting go just as I thought the skin would break.

We stilled, coming down, without separating. He leaned back a bit, inspecting his work.

“Well. That…I…lord, are you all right?”

I snorted. “I think it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“I sincerely hope that’s the case. Sorry, love. You singing to me in conjunction with watching nearly every man in that bar gawking at you resulted in my feeling incredibly…territorial.”

“Men were gawking at me?”

Both eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t notice?”

I shook my head. “That’d be a big ‘ole NOPE. Probably because that, like, never happens. And don’t be sorry. I spent a good portion of the evening relishing how those fangs felt on my neck and dying for…more.” A huge grin spread across my face. “I adore your feeling territorial…like you enjoyed my jealousy, I suppose. Next time if the urge to shout ‘Stop ogling my girlfriend you blood louts!’ arises, I totally won’t hold it against you if you succumb to it.”

“Fiancée.”

After unwinding my legs one at a time and ensuring the solidity of my feet on the floor, I removed my hands from behind his neck and stared at my ring as he slipped out of me. “Fiancée. By the time I’m used to saying that, it’ll be ‘wife’.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “But that will be the only other name you’ll ever have to get used to. Well, except for mum…”

I looked down at myself, naked but for the boots and the ring, and began to giggle.

A smile spread across his face. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, really. Just that there’s a man in leather pants, wearing a blond wig and sporting vampire teeth with his cock hanging out, talking to a woman wearing only thigh-high lace-up leather boots, an engagement ring and a smile about…about…” My giggles turned into chortling. “KIDS. About having kids. And I can’t help but see it…us, when we’re like, fifty, sneaking into a bedroom late at night, neglecting to lock the door and a Hiddlespawn wandering in and seeing us…like this…ohmygod…”

He threw back his head, laughing that infectious laugh that was uniquely his. “We’ll just explain that sex is a natural thing, that it’s a wonderful, beautiful expression of love between two people and that sometimes…”

“Bwhahahaha! SOMETIMES, kid, you inadvertently discover that your parents are kinky as fuck when you don’t KNOCK before entering a room.”

After composing ourselves, we provided wig removal assistance for each other, then hit the shower. Tom got out before I did, and just as I finished drying off and putting on my robe there was a knock at the door. I turned to Tom, eyes wide.

“Christ, Simon and Luke have to be passed out by now for sure, so who the hell is THAT?”

He shrugged and answered it, his black shorts hanging low on his hips, and when the door closed he turned around, a covered dish in his left hand. He walked to the desk, set it down, and removed the lid, revealing a cheesecake topped with strawberries, a tiny Happy Birthday pick and six candles. I swiped the side of it with my index finger, then licked…and as soon as it hit my taste buds, I gasped.

“Hiddleston. That’s a Carnegie Deli cheesecake.”

Nodding, he leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Did you think I’d dare forget CAKE? Happy Birthday, Maude.”

I pinched his arm. Hard. He jumped, squealing. “Sorry. I just needed to make sure you were real. So now I have confirmation of that, which is cool. But a real…what? That’s the question. Because you CANNOT be human. And…whatever it is that you are…how is it that you’re…mine?”

His arms wrapped around my waist from my left side, chin on my shoulder. “I hope you realize that I ask myself those same questions. Repeatedly. And, I think in order to answer them, we have to consider that…maybe…maybe apart, we’re human…but together, we’re something that transcends that, those earthly, tangible limitations.”

“Huh. You know what? I think that together…that something…it manifests itself as human again. That’s…it’s…that’s…children.”

A sharp intake of breath from him, followed by a gentle kiss on my neck. “I believe you’re on to something there, my love.”

Twisting my head so I could meet his gaze, I winked. “I believe I totally one-upped you there, my love.”

He laughed. “Oh, you most definitely did. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Prepare to be even more thoroughly impressed as I devour this entire cheesecake.”

His nose nuzzled against my clavicle. “None for me?”

Sighing, I patted his arm. “Well, I suppose if you do a decent job of singing happy birthday you can have a slice. A SMALL slice…”

He lit the candles, sang it Hank style, and as I blew out the candles I realized that there really wasn’t anything left for me to wish for. Everything I could ever have wanted, or needed, was right there in that room, and as we gorged ourselves sitting out on the balcony, admiring the three-quarter moon reflecting on the water, the truth of the lyrics from the song I’d sung for him overwhelmed me, ‘I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I’m breathing, holding on to what I’m feeling, savoring this heart that’s healed’ and I leapt up from my chair and stood before him, taking his face in my hands, tilting his head upward as I spoke eight simple words that made us both weep.

“Thank you. For everything. I love you. Always.”

#chapter 35 #your light in the mist

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Really Long The Empty Grave Ramblings Lockwood and Co.:

Lockwood and Co. The empty grave spoilers, long incoherent commentary and rambling/babbling ahead, you have been warned... - - - "I'll treasure the memory on my deathbed" Oh Kipps, I laugh before I realize... What if his deathbed's in this book? "Holly got out some chocolate, began offering it around" She's like the Remus Lupin of the crew right there, 'Eat! you'll feel better.' I expected wax, but The wax figure actually coming to life actually freaked me out I imagine the skull saying "how's it going?" Like Isabella says "whatcha doing?" In Phineas and Ferb except more sarcastic. And when he says "eep, he's a big one!" ... There's Steve Irwin Lockwood's art skills have a Supernatural gif "I know your feminine wiles!" Oh my god, skull Oh my god just imagine George wearing a sequinned tasseled dress in a theatre show... Try getting that image out of your mind... When Lockwood turns to George and says how they can take anything La Belle Dame throws at them, it sounds like they're secretly gay for each other I knew Lockwood was showing Lucy his family's graves, but when he got there, there was just something in my eye, not tears, nope, nope, nope, just some dirt making my eyes misty Oh my god no, a space for Lockwood's grave, nope, nope, nope The empty grave isn't just referring to Fittes'... Let's hope it stays empty... The Lockwood's weren't even killed by ghosts, that's almost sadder I wonder if it was staged... This whole scene in the graveyard has an eerie but nice calm The skull is so just Lucy's sassy friend who likes discussing boys with her and embarrassing her: "ooh, I smell something burning... Oh wait, it's your pants! Your pants are on fire, you massive liar! You so weren't on a case!" Oh my God, the slow atrocious wink😘😜 Well, it was very overgrown. I bet it was. The figure rising from the mounds of garbage in the alleyway. "Hello, Flo" *Me chanting* George and Flo! George and Flo! No, Mr. Gale, really, I should have kicked YOU. Holly with her comeback. She's not the mom friend, she's the teacher friend. "Could you show [the papers] to me?" "I could. It would certainly be possible" The way they seem to think Barnes is trustworthy makes me worry he's not... Kipps! Kipps! Humble Kipps. My Kipps! Drinking game: take a sip every time someone says Charley Budd "[The scream] was higher and shriller than Holly's, so we knew that it was Kipps." Let's split up gang! No let's not, that's how problems start! Oh god no fortunes! Nuh uh! No you don't! Don't do this! "He will go into the dark" "He will sacrifice his life for you" I don't think so witchy! Nope! Lies! Shh! *worry* *sobbing* That moment with George telling her to really look at the ghost is grea- wait what if he's the one who dies... George is the strongest of them all! Lockwood no!!! Trapeze artist Lucy Carlyle at your service!!! "Hey, Luce..." Slap! Bearded lady has got a thing for Kipps😝 Anthony Death Wish Lockwood *sobbing* I hope Barnes is a good guy... Aw, he cares! Like a concerned grumpy ol grandpa. Lucy/Skull are totally a thing, they're an item I wonder if the silver Fittes uniform is like the feather cape or something Rupert can see the ghost... So ectoplasm can maybe do more than just keep you young and Penelope's not the only one with the secret... George???!!! Oh my god don't be dead don't be dead don't be dead Ok I know it's a bad time and my gosh poor George but internally chanting George and Flo! George and Flo! "Who's up for a spot of burglary?" Whoa an actual age for Kipps! His "advanced" age of 22 They have cloaks like the capes! I knew it! Fittes totally stole the Lockwood's research! This just makes me more sure their death wasn't an accident! Deranged seniors on stilts, I thought it was an automaton for a moment, but nope just old man Wolverine I can't take them seriously I just see elderly cosplaying as tinfoil robots with bulbous goggles and handmade weaponry I knew it! I knew it! It wasn't no accident! Oh my God, poor Lockwood! I want to punch the Orpheus Society in the face and get them in an "accident" gaah I'm so mad! Skully doesn't want to leave! Portal in Jessica's room... Means free the skull! Free the skull! *about the ectoplasm* "does she bathe in it? Does she eat it, what?" Just imagine Fittes having a nice peanut butter and ectoplasm sandwich... Hot potato pass it on pass it on pass it on hot potato pass it on, you've been ghost-touched There's so many hidden dirty jokes in this book No! Bad plot forwarding! Stop ruining my locklyle moment!!! He was giving her a necklace symbolizing undying devotion!! Come on goons, you couldn't wait 3 more seconds???!!! This is some Home Alone type stuff going on People keep liking my "who was going to die theory" I posted months ago and Kipps was just stabbed and I'm worried... Kipps says he's fine which is exactly what people say when they're not fine... Oh God, now they're trapped in the spirit world, how did I not see that coming??? And now they've got the ghost of Winkman to worry about... And they're totally dead and I almost always forget the skull's not very old. And no Gale don't take our skully!! ... She's actually physically stopping them from moving on... That's so awful... My god I think Kipps is dead or near death which is why he has so much energy in the spirit world. Flo's better than Lockwood with a rapier, she was an agent, now she's a survivor... So much character development in this book! More of the skull's spirit! Yay!... More affirmation of Kipps' not aliveness... Not yay... I wonder if ectoplasm has healing properties too... Am I getting desperate??? Tell me your name skull tell me!!! *me desperately yelling at him* I'm not crying. Who's crying? Just some dust in my eye. *begins sobbing over Kipps* They called him the body. I'm dying now. "It was only at the very end that I realized he was dying" "What do you mean dying? I bloody well hope not!" Oh my god if you heard my gasp of relief you'd think I won the lottery, that was beautiful. That was a roller coaster, that was my heart being ripped out and shoved back in. "You've got to take her by surprise, right? Well nothing would be more surprising than you stripping naked now, daubing charcoal on your cheeks-I'm not specifying which ones- and rushing out of the elevator, whooping and leaping like a mad thing..." Does this quote even need a comment? It's 'you and I' Marissa, geez, this is all I have now, correcting the grammar of fictional villains... Is Ezekiel controlling her... No that makes no sense. Does it? Oh God is his source in the cabinet?... Wait what... What's actually going on??? The body in the cabinet is Marissa?? I'm freaked... Is she a ghost? What is this? ... I'm with skull on this one "I didn't expect that." Is this possession?? Oh my god it was actually her granddaughter, that's sick... She killed her own granddaughter... Well I bet this is worse than we all thought.., and her daughter... *me chanting* free the skull! Free the skull! Dang it Lucy! Put some elbow grease into it!!! Hmm... I guess not. Lockwood no... Nope nope nope... Like Lockwood yes, perfect timing, but Lockwood no! Skull!!!!!!!!! Aw, he does care No, I knew safety was too good to be true! Really, a cluster bomb?? Really??? We were so close... The skull... The skull is the one who died... The one who sacrificed himself for her... The dead guy is the one who sacrificed his life... I don't know if I'm sad, impressed, surprised or all 3... I'm seeing the destruction in slow motion "Some of us have standards you know" oh Flo... That made me smile. Biker jacket Barnes! Phew Skully's okay for now. Unless... He finally decided to move on. Give the people the truth!!!! Lockwood in a macho leather jacket like Barnes, haha no. Lucy don't you see the Locklyle happening before your eyes??? Hope for skully! Lil green glint... Wait I just realized we never did learn his name did we? Locklyle! Locklyle! Locklyle! This book was too good! ... Now what do I do?????

#Lockwood and co.#The Empty Grave #TEG #Lockwood and company #Lockwood and co #Lucy Carlyle #Anthony Lockwood #skull in the jar #george cubbins #quill Kipps #Holly munroe #Flo bones #L&C #Lockwood & Co.#teg spoilers

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In The Middle of The Ride (7/?)

Word Count - 3,459

Warnings - None All grammar mistakes are my own - so if something seems off, please let me know. Also if you read this and want to see where the story goes, send me an ask and I’ll tag you :)

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By the time the screen door slammed, both of the cars had filled up and they headed back into town. Lindsey, Lucy, Will and Ryuichi were in the jeep and everyone else was in the other car. Music blared from the jeep and everyone attempted to sing along with it.

"So what do you guys want to do?" Lindsey asked watching the road while Lucy tuned the radio.

"Hey one question," Lucy asked as they approached a stoplight," What’s today’s date?"

"It’s April 1st,” Ryuichi squeaked out then went silent.

"Wait a minute isn’t your birthday today Lucy?" Lindsey asked as the light turned green.

"Oh yeah.. it is.." Lucy replied while smiling.

“How’s about we do this,” Lindsey said while turning into the mall parking lot,” We can get breakfast from the diner then we can either reconvene later or spend the rest of the day with each other. It’s your choice you guys…”

“Well…” Will said with Ryuichi curled up beside him,” Why not ask everyone in the other car?”

“Why not use the cell phone sticking out of Ryuichi’s pocket?” Lucy retorted back without even turning around.

He slid the phone from her pocket and dialed Jamie’s cell phone number. For a few minutes, the only sound that came from the car was Will’s voice and Ryuichi’s muttering about pancakes.

“Dude Mrs. Buttersworth all the way,” Lindsey randomly said out loud.

“I feel that,” Lucy replied before flashing the older couple occupying the car next to them.

“Jamie said he saw that…”

“That was Jamie?”

“Whoopsie,” Ryuichi murmured.

“So is she awake or does she always mumble in her sleep?” Lindsey asked laughing to himself.

Lucy in that instant started laughing but every time she took a breath in, she started laughing again. They pulled into the mall parking lot and stood outside of the jeep with Will carrying Ryuichi on his back.

“Oh yeah… Jamie and Mark are going somewhere so they’ll with us later,” Will said while shifting Ryuichi again. Both Lucy and Lindsey shook their heads while Lindsey smiled at his girlfriend.

“Hey guys I’m going to take Ryuichi in so I don’t interrupt her sleeping,” Will said quietly as Lucy murmured something as they started walking away. He sat her down in one of the booths.

A few minutes later, Ryuichi popped up from her sleep shouting, “The Amazons from Georgia are attacking!” Will and the whole restaurant gave her a “what kind of drugs are you on look.” Mrs. Houst simply waved at the group of teenagers, while setting a pot of coffee on the burner. In the corner the older man sounded as though he was having a very unique conversation with whomever he was sitting with.

“Let’s see if I can remember all of this: I lived in Germany, moved to Ireland and then moved back and forth between the war of Northern and Southern Ireland, then went to a boarding school in Scotland. And do you know what happened while we lived in Scotland? My mother met a WHITE JAMAICAN!!! Then we illegally went to Jamaica. Of course by this time she sent back to Europe in an unstable boat and what did she make me get? Scones and tea! Of course I screwed up and led this mutiny against them and they kicked me and sent me back in a crate!”

“And where by chance were you born?”

“New Jersey…and that makes me think of another story…”

The whole diner instantly went quiet. From two stories above the diner, you could hear the shoppers shouting “NO!!”

“Who is that?” Will asked waiting for an answer.

“No idea…” Lucy answered honestly.

“Hope you all like pancakes,” Mr. Houst said carrying a big tray full of pancakes.

“Yay!” Ryuichi cheered while the plates were being placed in front of them.

“Your mother’s idea,” He replied glancing at Lindsey,” I think she knew today was Lucy’s birthday.”

“It’s also my brothers birthday Mr. H, we’re the same age,” Lucy replied with a grin on her face, “ It's also our grandfathers birthday, well it would be if he was still alive.”

“At least Uncle Metz is still here,” Lucas added.

“Great Uncle Metz,” Ryuichi added in while taking a bite of her pancakes.

“Oh Lindsey I forgot to mention, your sister is coming into town this weekend,” Mrs. Houst added coming towards the table.

“Oh peachy,” Lindsey said sarcastically.

“The one who dressed him up as a maid for Halloween?” Lucy asked.

“The same one who made me cosplay as a girl so yes that one,” He replied embarrassed.

“She’s only visiting,” Mr. Houst shook his head,” It’s not like she’s moving here.”

“Oh dear, you must’ve forgotten…” Mrs. Houst started to say,” She’s moving back down here next month.”

“NO!!” Lindsey cried out and dove under the table.

“You know every time you say something about nudist colonies, you make me think of the time when we lived in a nudist colony,” Sebestyen said to the person he was sitting with.

“I’m not even going to ask…”

“Sounds kinky!!!”

“Who said that?”

Another silence overcame the diner and fingers started pointing.

“Oh I see how it is…” He said looking around,” Too afraid to speak up huh?”

“He’s been in here every day this week,” Mr. Houst said glancing over at the table in the far corner.

“Okay so guys are we going to decide what we’re doing for Lucy and Lucas’s birthday?”

“Not yet…we have to wait for Jamie and Mark to get back,” Ryuichi said as Jamie walked in with a look on his face like someone had stolen his ability to feel emotion. His face looked blank and was unusually pale. His eyes were puffy and red. It looked like he had been crying, but Mark was nowhere in sight. Jamie had a box in his hands filled with things Mark had given him. When everyone asked him what was wrong Jamie explained, “He’s gone… I think… he dumped me...He moved and quit his job” Lucy immediately hopped up out of her chair and hugged him.

“Oh Jamie…” She said while comforting him, “He wasn’t worth it anyways, somehow being with an older man never works out. Take it from someone who knows…”

“What do you mean by that?” Lindsey asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Nothing Lindsey sheesh,” Lucy replied, “Well we have to do three things tonight: Cheer Jamie up, visit Grandpa’s grave and celebrate our birthday tonight”

“We can call it Operation Cheer Jamie up!” Ryuichi said jumping up from the table, earning stares from everyone in the diner.

“That reminds me of the time my great aunt Hattie sold my puppy, Roger, to the traveling circus that was in town…” said the crazy guy.

“Uhm, Mr. H! Can we get this stuff to go?” Lucy asked Mr. Houst, the crazy guy with blue hair was beginning to get annoying. Mr. Houst smiled and nodded and brought over some takeout boxes and bags. They packed up the food and walked out of the diner and into the mall that was connected to it.

“So… who’s up for some shopping?” Lucy turned to the group and walked backwards. She saw a brief look of panic enter the eyes of her friends before crashing unceremoniously into the last person she and everyone else wanted to see, Mark Renart. Ryuichi and Lucas helped her to her feet, and in front of her were not only, Mark Renart but also one of her ex-boyfriends, Laird Smithers.

Lucy was stunned Mark was with her ex. She had known that they had dated once, but he left Jamie for Laird!

“Lucy, it’s nice to see you again.” Laird smiled warmly while he hugged her and gave her a light peck on the mouth. It was a friendly gesture, but Lindsey was seeing red, no one kissed his girlfriend.

“Hey buddy, keep your hands off!” Lindsey all but barked and started to advance on Laird and Lucy, but was held back by Lucas and Gavin. He scowled at them but stopped his would be assault on the slightly older man.

“Wow, this is kind of awkward…” Mark muttered as he brushed some dirt from his khakis. He looked at Lucy and saw her expression change from stunned to embarrassed when Laird kissed her, then to completely pissed off. He braced himself for any onslaught of rage that would come towards him.

“You left Jamie for Laird! Why would you do that!?” Lucy shouted with rage and confusion towards Mark. Surprised at her ferociousness Laird took a step back, trying to make a safety zone. The look on everybody’s face at the moment was panic, fear and loathing. It quickly changed to panic as soon as they saw Lucy’s fist strike Mark in the face. “That’s for Jamie! And being old!” she sneered and walked away as gracefully possible without stomping. The group hurried after her yelling congrats and vows of never getting on her bad side. If they had looked back they would have seen Laird helping Mark off the ground again, while Mark held his eye in pain. There was a small smile in Laird’s face as he lightly laughed at Mark.

“Wow Luce, you rocks my socks AND underwear!” Lucas yelled excitedly. Lindsey and Gavin promptly stared at him like a freak; that was his sister he was talking to!

“Yeah Lucy I totally love you more in that brotherly platonic way.” Jamie added with a happy smile on his face. “I only wish I had gotten to hit him too!”

“Should you have hit him that hard?” Cordy asked curiously with her eyebrow arched. Lucy laughed and reached to high five Maddie who had said something under her breath that only Lucy had heard.

“Your aim was off though, did you mean to hit him in the eye?” Ryuichi asked like a smart ass and snickered when Lucy mock glared at her.

“If you wondering I was aiming for his nose, but my hand veered when I saw he wasn’t wearing glasses.”

“I think that deserves a good present, where to?” Will asked as they walked towards a big fountain with coins littering the bottom. All around there were small children and even old couples throwing the change from their pockets into the clear fountain.

“Oh everybody throw a penny in for good luck!” Cordy yelled as she reached into her homemade penguin bag for loose change. She pulled out three pennies and a nickel closed her eyes and threw the change into the flowing fountain.

“Hey I found a peso!” Lucas yelled as he pulled a peso coin from his jean pockets.

“Where did you get a peso?” Gavin asked as he himself pulled out a Japanese coin of little value.

“Asks the guy who pulls out Japanese money!” Maddie rolled her eyes.

“I know I have change somewhere!” Ryuichi muttered as she dug around in all of her pockets, falling to the ground mid search. The group stared at her, not knowing whether to laugh or be worried.

“Here have a penny…” Will said as Ryuichi pulled out a big joke coin from her pocket.

“How could you not find that? And why were you carrying it around?” he asked shaking his head.

“Enough of coin scavenging let's shop!” Jamie announced and drifted the group towards a shop that sold jeans and custom design tee shirts.

Lindsey, Gavin, Lucas and Will spent a period of time making tee shirts while Jamie and the girls tried on jeans and other things. By the time they were finished everyone had either two shirts or a pair of jeans and a shirt. Lucy had bought a pair of pale blue jeans and made a green shirt that read, “Medium Pimpin'” in white font. Cordy and Maddie both bought the same pair of jeans only in different sizes and each had a shirt. Maddie’s was white and had “BAD SAMARITAN” written in bold black text, while Cordy’s read “If French people are so smart, how come they can't speak English?" in navy blue. Lucas had put his shirt on; it was a black tee with white letters saying, “Sheep don’t bounce”. Ryuichi had fittingly bought one that said, “I’m not short, I’m vertically challenged.” But it was agreed amongst the group that Jamie had one of the best and meanest shirts, his was light blue and said in royal blue "Your shirt may say princess but your face says troll".

“So, who wants to buy me a present?” Lucy asked laughing as she walked.

“What are you getting me sis?” Lucas asked her as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

“If I knew what I was going to get you, I wouldn’t tell you,” Lucy said removing the arm of her brother from around her shoulders,” How many times do I have to tell you don’t touch my shoulders?”

Lucas muttered something that sounded like ‘Don’t be a priss’ as they started walking through the mall. He instantly started singing Happy Birthday to himself because no one else was going to say it.

"Hey guys, does the mall have a petting zoo?" Lucy asked abruptly and made everyone stop in the walkway.

“I think they do,” Ryuichi started to say but stopped in thought. ”Anyone know what time the petting zoo closes?”

“No idea honestly…”Cordy answered honestly while glancing at the directory.

“Um guys, it says here that it closes at 3:00…” Maddie said jabbing her finger into the directory.

“Oh man that sucks…”

“Dick James, you have a phone call on line 1…”

“Wait, did that lady just say Rick James, line one?” Lucy asked and everyone instantly started laughing.

“Okay so the petting zoo is a no go… what are we going to do?” Jamie asked hoping Lucy would reply.

“Why not go paint balling?” A female's voice asked from behind them. The woman behind them appeared to be the same height as Lindsey and had aqua blue eyes. She was wearing a black skirt with a black jacket that matched and underneath it was a purple and black striped shirt with matching undershorts.

“I recognize that voice.. oh dear lord no,” Lindsey turned around and grimaced when he seen his sister,” Hi Quatre.”

“What no hug or anything? Sheesh, what a horrible brother…” Hilda said rolling her eyes. He sulked for a few seconds before she turned to him,” If you don’t acknowledge me Lindsey. I will dress you up in this outfit I have conveniently placed in my messenger bag!”

“Hi sis…” Lindsey said while attempted to hug his older sister.

“I knew that would get you,” Hilda said ducking under her brother’s arms and running behind Lucy.

“So what is all of this, you want us to go paint balling?” Lindsey asked with his eyebrow raised.

“It’s Lucy’s birthday dear brother… shouldn’t she have a little fun on her special day?” She asked as Lucy smiled.

“Okay… this may sound like a stupid question, and it already sounds that way, but who the heck is she?” Ryuichi asked with confusion growing in her mind and more on her face.

“This is…” Jamie started to answer but was interrupted by Hilda’s coughing.

"Well they say you only get one chance to make a good first impression," Hilda stated while stepping away from Lindsey," My name is Hilda Roberts. You can call me Hilda or Quatre... whatever floats your boat. As for how I know Lindsey, well he's my younger brother."

Sebestyen was walking out of Shelia’s when he noticed the group of people standing around. Quietly he watched them for a few minutes, they looked as though they were debating where to go or what to do next, he wasn’t sure. He was surprised to see that it was the others who were in the diner earlier that day. He smiled slyly and started walking towards them. ‘I really hope they don’t think I’m stalking them.’

“Please Lindsey? Can we please go paint-balling?” Hilda asked jumping up and down.

“Quatre is that you?” Sebestyen asked as she slowly turned around.

“Sebestyen?” Hilda asked and stared at him for a second. “It is you!” She ran towards him with lightning speed and tackled him to the ground. Everyone was unsure of what to do or if they even wanted to know why she tackled this strange man to the ground.

“Isn’t that the crazy man from the diner?” Ryuichi asked peering at the two on the ground.

"I'm not crazy! Why do people keep saying that?" Sebestyen asked picking himself off of the floor.

"It's probably your stories Sebestyen, when I first heard them... I honestly thought you were crazy too." Hilda answered honestly before turning to the group of teenagers. They were still discussing what they should do for Lucy and Lucas's birthday. They had to come up with something since things in the mall were closing and everyone vetoed Hilda's idea for paintball.

"Hey Lucy, why don't go back to Metz and Agnes's? You know our parents won't be back until tomorrow..."

"Yeah, we can get more stuff to eat and stuff for the party and have lots of fun... It's up to you though..."

"I like the idea just fine... but... " Lucy started to say before looking at Hilda and Sebestyen.. " What about them?"

"They can come if they want.." Lindsey started to reply but stopped," Hey sis... what about Wolfram? Is he here with you?"

"Nope, he has a fashion show later today and can't be bothered. That's why I came alone.." Hilda replied honestly.

"So why don't we split up and get stuff for the party?"

All together there was three groups. One consisting of Will, Ryuichi, Sebestyen, and Hilda. The next one was Lindsey, Lucy, Lucas and Cordy, then the remaining group was Jamie, Gavin, and Maddie. "So we do our own shopping then head back to the farmhouse right?" Lucy asked curiously as her cousin wrote down something’s in a note book. "Yup, and for each group here's a list of things we need.." Ryuichi replied tearing out three lists she had just jotted down. "Quick question before we split up and get everything..." Jamie asked as Lucy and Ryuichi turned around to look at him. "Yes?"

"So when we're done buying everything who am I following to get back to the farmhouse?"

"When you're done, just come to Shelia's.." Lindsey taking a look the list.

"Okay..."

As each group went off to buy what was on their list, time passed by as if nothing was happening. Jamie, Gavin, and Maddie eventually met up with Lindsey, Lucy, Lucas and Cordy at Shelia's after they finished shopping. They were glad this time that there was no crazy man rambling on and on about White Jamaicans or nudist colonies. And then they remembered that crazy man would be hanging out with them when they reached the farmhouse. If you're traveling from the mall to Agnes & Metz's farmhouse, it takes about 25 to 30 minutes... depending on the driver. And there was lots of phone tag, mainly seeing if everything was set up, and if people found the place all right.

A few "fake" arguments broke out, mainly one involving a box of fudge rounds.

"I only had one!!" Ryuichi cried out sitting on the couch.

"I had two...." Hilda replied glancing around the room.

"Oh I had five..." Lucas answered as nonchalantly as he could.

"Presents!!" Someone had yelled out as everyone gathered. Everyone was sitting on the futon, couch or the floor. All around, the gifts that people had gotten for Lucy and Lucas were passed around. Ryuichi grinned as she handed a small box to Lucas. He unwrapped it and peeked inside. "What kind of sick joke is ths?" Lucas said shocked. It wasn't usually in his cousin's nature to give such an indecent gift. The room was suddenly filled with laughter. "I'm sorry Lucas...it was me and Lucy's idea. It was supposed to be a gag anyways," Ryuichi said trying to hold back her laughter.

Just as the night before, the group had played various games, and celebrated the twin's birthday all night long. Well until it hit night, and then they decided to quiet it down. The games were tamer than the session of "Strip I never" they played the day before..

Hours passed, then a day went by, and the adults returned home. Agnes and Metz were grateful that someone watched the house, along with their parrot Geoffrey. Of course, after they returned home, the rest of the weekend passed, and everyone was so enthused about returning to school.

#In The Middle of The Ride #ITMOTR #Original Story #Original Characters

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lumiolivier · 7 years

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Chapter Nineteen: Who’s Misa Misa?

Word Count: 4002

Chapter No. 19/36

Notes: Everything’s pretty kosher. Although, there’s some cuteness in this chapter that got me all squeaky. So...

Chapter Eighteen: Duality of a Broken Heart

I brought Veronica back to my house and threw the first pizza in the oven. Not the first time and probably not the last time I’ll do that tonight. When she walked in, Veronica looked so defeated and immediately fell onto the couch. Then again, sleep probably didn’t come easy for her last night. As soon as I went back to the living room, Veronica was already asleep. This poor baby didn’t deserve this.

Although, I hadn’t planned on Veronica crashing here tonight. Her nap would give me a little bit of time to cover up the weird. I set a stopwatch on my phone. Maybe I can beat my half hour record. First the wall scrolls. Then, the figurines into the closet. Then, my manga on the top shelf amongst my cosplay props. I’m truly sorry, Sebastian, but you have to go in the closet, too. I’m sure if you look deep enough you can find Ciel, too.

All I needed to do now was set up some diversionary knickknacks. I usually leaned toward the lighter, pastel, sugary things for that. A cupcake candle, a cute little spacy fairy, a little fake cactus in a light terra cotta pot. There! All done! Twenty-three minutes. Huh. Not bad. A new record. Good for me!

I went back downstairs and took that pizza out of the oven. Veronica was still sleeping like a baby. Good. I threw a blanket over her and looked at my phone. A text from Julian had been burning a hole in my inbox since I pulled out of the high school parking lot.

How is she?

My heart melted when Julian cared. If I could clone him, I’d give Veronica one in a heartbeat. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Maybe not quite to Veronica’s high standards. I really don’t think she’d be able to handle the otaku life, but she’s put up with me all these years. She had no idea about my weird, otaku life, though. Maybe Julian’s not her perfect, but he’s perfect for me. And I loved him to death.

She’s asleep.

To be honest, she had me worried. Veronica never handled depression well and I just wanted to hug her. This little angel was crying in her sleep and it kept breaking my heart more and more. I wanted nothing more than to tell her everything was going to be alright. Because it would be. She’s young. She’s adorable. Sure, she’s a little shrill from time to time, but that was Mis...Veronica. She could have the entire world at her feet with a mere smile.

“A letter from the queen, my lord,” my phone barked at me.

Shit! I forgot to turn the ringer off! Veronica tossed around on the couch, but ultimately ended going back to sleep. Dodged a bullet there. I love you, Julian, but sometimes, your text pop up at the most inopportune times. I grabbed my phone off the end table and slid my finger across the lock screen…That just so happened to be a picture from Saturday night. And I kind of wanted to cry.

You need anything before I come over?

I thought it over for a minute or two. We were good on mostly everything. Veronica hasn’t tapped into the food surplus I had for her. She’s only slept. Wait a minute…Am I catching a delayed contact high from Kyle or did Julian say he was coming over?

No. We’re good. And I thought I said it was only going to be her and me.

And I waited again, keeping an eye on her. But once my phone buzzed in my lap again…

I know. Frilly jammies and pillow fights.

I loved him. I giggled a little, shaking my head at his stupidity.

Again. Not a porno, Julian. What am I going to do with you?

Bzzz…

What are you going to do with me? ;)

I loved this dork. I really did.

Not that. Not tonight.

“Is that pizza?” Veronica groaned into the arm of my couch.

“Morning, sweetie,” I chimed, feeling my phone buzz again, “Yeah. You want some?”

“Some?” she gave me a look.

“Yes,” I assured, “I made it all for you. It’s in the kitchen.”

“Bless you,” Veronica stumbled lethargically toward her goal while I took a quick glance at my phone.

I understand. You have to take care of her. Come stay with me tomorrow night?

Hmm…A slumber party at Julian’s?

Sounds good to me. Can’t wait. :)

Bzzz…

I love you. xo

This boy was too much for me to handle sometimes, but I wasn’t getting rid of him anytime soon.

I love you, too.

I sent him a GIF of Grell Sutcliff blowing Sebastian kisses. Figured it’d be appropriate. It’s true love when there’s an exchange of GIFs featuring the entirely one sided relationship between the genderfluid reaper obsessed with the sexy demon. Although, I feel like, in a way, all the Black Butler fangirls become Grell at one point or another. Maybe that was Yana Toboso’s way of bringing the fans into the story.

“I don’t get it, Mimi,” Veronica came back in with her entire pizza already half eaten, “If what happened isn’t my fault, why do I feel so guilty?”

“Because that’s how douchebags work,” I sat with her, leaving my phone on the end table, “They’ll make you feel like shit after they leave you. It’s the withdrawal from the oxytocin and the dopamine. It’s like taking a needle out of a junkie’s vein.”

“I miss my needle,” the tears started kicking up again.

“No,” I shut her down, pulling her toward me, “Don’t let him win, Veronica. Don’t let him win. Whatever you do, don’t lose.”

“But what do I do now?” Veronica wiped her eyes.

I drew a total blank. I had no idea what to tell her. But someone else did. It had helped tremendously when my ex dumped me. When I find myself in times of trouble, the words of Edward Elric came to me, “Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward. You’ve got two good legs, so get up and use them. You’re strong enough to make your own path.”

“Wow,” she blinked, “That was beautiful, Mimi.”

“What can I say?” I shrugged, “When I was going through this a couple years ago, that was exactly what was said to me to snap me out of the hell I was in. That whole, how am I going to live without him, feeling. I know what it’s like, Veronica, and look at me now. I got up. I started walking.”

I wasn’t going to say I stole it from Ed, but between crying in Sebastian’s two-dimensional shoulder and binge watching Fullmetal Alchemist again, it got me through. When Ed and Al were in Liore, hearing that line hit really close to home. I got up. I started walking. And eventually, the universe played out in my favor. I ended up with Julian. I ended up with the idiot alchemy freak that was lucky his head was attached to my mech otaku that liked to use her tools as weapons.

“So, what you’re saying,” Veronica interpreted, “I need to get me a rebound?”

“Not exactly,” I sighed out. She completely missed the mark, “I’m saying-”

“I do!” she squeaked, “I need to go out and find me another man! I just have to get back on the horse!”

If it was enough to get her this excited and it was going to keep me from watching Real Housewives of Orange County tonight, “Sure, Roni. Whatever you need to make you happy. I’m not saying you need another man to do that, but whatever you have to do to cope.”

“I got it!” Veronica jumped up from the couch and started sprinting upstairs, “We’re going out tonight!”

“Veronica!” I chased after her, “You have school in the morning! And I have to work at the ass crack of dawn!”

“It’s been a while since I flexed my fake ID,” she admitted, digging under my bathroom sink, “We should go to Kansas City tonight and do something fun!”

“Did you not hear me?” I repeated myself, “You have school in the morning. I have to go to work. We can’t go out tonight.”

“Yes, we can!” Veronica brushed me off, “I can pass off my being sad as being tired. It’ll work.”

“You need some sense talked into you, sister,” I shook my head, “But since you’re probably past all logic right now, we might as well.”

“So, we can go out tonight?” she beamed. I couldn’t take that away from her.

“Why not?” I shrugged, “This is the most animated I’ve see you all day. We can go out tonight.”

“Yay!”

“But you do understand,” I hoped, “You don’t need a man to make you happy? You can make you happy?”

“Easy for you to say,” she scoffed, “You’ve been single for two years.”

“Ouch…” I took offense to that, “That hurt, Veronica.”

“Oh,” Veronica realized the error of her ways quickly, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t supposed to come out. That was supposed to stay in my head.”

“I know, honey,” I let it go, “You’re still emotionally fragile and your mouth moves faster than your brain anyway.”

“Thanks, bitch!” she giggled, “Since you’re ridiculously good at this, could you get me ready?”

“My pleasure,” I agreed.

“I need something that says I’m not still in high school,” Veronica specified, “Something that’ll attract old money is a plus.”

“Really?” I rolled my eyes, getting my roll of brushes out, “A sugar daddy, Veronica?”

“Can’t hurt, can it?” she shrugged.

“I pray for you, child,” I let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, “I really do.”

And I got to work. Something that said she wasn’t still in high school…But I wanted to give her something that would make her feel better. So, eyeliner wings sharp enough to stab a man’s heart out seemed like a good idea. That is…Until I realized my liquid eyeliner had gone completely dry. Shit…

“Hold on a minute,” I stopped, “I need to make a phone call.”

“For what?” she wondered, “Is everything ok?”

“Fine,” I settled her, running back downstairs. I grabbed my phone off the end table and scrolled through my contacts. Come on. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

“Hey, baby,” Julian answered, “What’s up?”

“Thank God,” I breathed out, “I need a favor.”

“Mimi, what’s wrong?” he went into instant panic mode.

“This is going to sound ridiculous,” I prefaced, “But you wouldn’t happen to know where I could score a good, black liquid eyeliner right now, would you?”

“The Sephora counter in the mall in Kansas City,” Julian assumed, “Why?”

“Will you go get me one,” I begged, “Urban Decay. Perversion. I will pay you back when you get here and I will love you forever.”

“Easy, speed racer,” he settled me, “I’ll go get your eyeliner. I was just about to leave the café anyway.”

“I need it toot sweet,” I rushed him, “The sooner, the better.”

“Alright,” Julian said, “I’ll be there in roughly an hour. Is that ok with you?”

“Fine,” I evened out, “I love you, Julian. You’re a lifesaver.”

“It’s what I do,” he sang, “I love you, too.”

Click.

And he complains about Paul not saying goodbye. Right now, I was so lucky to have him in my back pocket. I ran back upstairs and found Veronica going through my case. My beautifully well-organized case. That she was moving too much around in.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“My eyeliner’s gone dead,” I relaxed a little, “I don’t have another one, but I got more on the way.”

“The things you do for love,” Veronica chimed, making swatches of various lipstick shades on the back of her hand.

“What do you mean?” I started to sweat a bit.

“You love me,” she pointed out, “And you’ve sent whoever on a wild goose chase for more.”

“Oh,” my anxiety eased, “No. I just asked Julian to score me some eyeliner. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“He’d do anything for you,” Veronica assumed, “Wouldn’t he?”

“Just about,” I reorganized my case. A place for everything and everything it its…Hold on, “Roni, did you take any nail polish out of here?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I found a bottle on the back of your sink, though.”

Sure enough, my dark blue was out. Huh. I haven’t painted my nails in ages. Griffin got pissy when I did that. Even my toes haven’t seen nail polish in a while. Last I looked at them, they were all chipped to hell. Oddly enough, they were this exact shade of blue. The same color as Amestrian military dress blues. Well, we were going out tonight. Might as well redo them. I had an hour to kill, “I could’ve sworn this was in the case.”

“Are you and Julian a thing yet?” Veronica wondered so innocently, “You can tell me. I’m emotionally fragile, not dead. I won’t freak or anything.”

“No,” I lied, peeling off my socks, “We’re just friends. Nothing more.”

“So,” she gave a dirty smirk, “He’s available and unattached.”

“Trust me,” I stopped her, “You’re not his type.”

“Why not?” she pouted, “I’m cute and sweet. What’s not to love?”

“You’re not a little full of yourself,” I chuckled, looking down at my already perfectly painted toes. When the hell did I do that? Did I repaint my toes and not…?

Did you notice my little surprise this morning?

Dammit, Julian. So much for that idea, but I couldn’t keep a smile off my face if I wanted to right now. This asshole. This adorably perfect asshole. There was no way I could ever get rid of him. It was Julian. He made it so easy to love him.

“What’s that face all about?” Veronica nudged me, “Tell me.”

“What face?” I tried to hide it.

“You’re blushing, Mimi!” she was so kind to point out, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Fine,” Veronica let it go, “But I know there’s something. I will find out.”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” I loved her, but she’s nuts.

“Knock, knock!” a familiar voice chimed from the front door, “Was this actually a sting operation? Am I going to be on TV? Do I get to meet Chris Hansen?”

“Up here, jackass,” I giggled.

“So?” I heard Julian’s footsteps echo through the hall, “What kind of shenanigans are we getting into tonight, ladies?”

“Veronica and I are going out on a Monday night,” I told, “Because that’s a good idea.”

“You’re too young to be old, Mimi,” he gave me a small Sephora bag, “Go have a little fun. There’s nothing wrong with that. And you owe me.”

“How much?” I wondered.

“Don’t worry about the eyeliner. I got that,” Julian brushed me off, “You ow me for the guy at the counter that told me I didn’t need it. And he winked at me.”

“Congratulations,” I giggled a little, “Was it Nate? I love him. He’s a sweetie.”

“I didn’t catch his name.”

“Thank you, Julian,” Veronica chimed from the bathroom.

“You’re welcome,” he came in, “Oh, Veronica, my little china doll, you look ravishing.”

“I look like shit,” she laughed, bringing music to my ears, “But I appreciate the Anchorman quote. You’re the first person to ever use the Veronica line on me.”

“Am I really?”

“Yeah,” Veronica came down, “I needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” he gave her a hug, “Even if all I’m good for is getting Mimi’s eyeliner and making you smile.”

“That’s not all you’re good for,” I assured, shooting a glance at my toes.

“I am a jack of all trades,” he shrugged, “I’m also a hint of a perfectionist and get bored easily. So, where are we going tonight?”

“Kansas City,” I loved this baka.

“Hey!” he squeaked, “I was just there! You two going to see Lilith?”

All of a sudden, it was like a lightbulb switched on in my head. I wanted Veronica somewhere safe and in a controlled environment. Veronica just wanted to have a good time, “Julian, you’re a genius.”

“More of an idiot savant,” he corrected, “Why do you give me such accolades?”

“Because you deserve them,” I hugged him tight, “Veronica, you want to borrow anything?”

“Tight, revealing, and makes me look like a call girl,” she requested.

“To think I left my corset at home,” Julian sighed out.

“You don’t have a corset, Julian,” I shook my head at him and started on Veronica’s face.

“Like hell, I don’t,” he confirmed, “When I still lived in St. Louis, I’d go to Rocky Horror every Halloween. I’ve been Frank N. Furter five years in a row.”

“There goes my sleep for tonight,” I teased, “All I can think of is you in fishnets.”

“You can’t tell me it’s not a little sexy,” Julian winked at me.

“I could give you Nate’s number,” I joked, “I’m sure you two would be very happy together.”

“He’s not my type,” he assured, “You, of all people, should know that.”

“I knew you two were a thing!” Veronica squeaked, “How long? How’d it happen?”

“Settle down, turbo,” Julian calmed her down, “She knows about my ex-fiancée.”

“Fiancée?” she settled, “You were engaged?”

“Six months ago,” he nodded, “Not exactly an easy thing to talk about. Together for two years. Engaged for another year after that. She cheated on me. But I think it’s because we became too different. She’d go on about how we were decorating the nurseries for the six kids she wanted to whip out and I wanted to go down to the beach and spin my lightsabers to some heavy techno music. She wasn’t the girl I fell in love with anymore. But I kept holding on. I moved here, I moved on.”

“Good for you,” Veronica applauded, “You have more intestinal fortitude than me, girlfriend.”

“You’ll get over him, too,” Julian promised, “It’ll take some time, but you will.”

“See?” Veronica popped me in the shoulder, “You told me to keep moving forward because I had two good legs and I needed to use them to make my own path or some philosophical bullshit. All I needed was that!”

“But Miles and I weren’t engaged,” I reminded her.

“Was he the last missus?” Julian assumed.

“Unfortunately,” I nodded, “Don’t call him the missus. I’m cringing.”

“Sorry.”

“Regardless,” Veronica broke us up, “These two legs are buying my drinks tonight. So, do you have anything tight and revealing.”

“Here,” I gave her my Misa dress, “This should work.”

“Perfect!” she squealed, “I’m going to go downstairs and get changed. Then, we should be off, right?”

“I’ll need a minute or two to get ready,” I slowed her down, “But I won’t take long. Probably by the time you’re ready, I’ll be ready, too.”

“Awesome!” Veronica took my dress, “I’ll be right back.”

And just like that, I had my little sister back. Maybe all she needed was a night out. However, while she was good and content, I needed to have some words with my not boyfriend. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and started fixing my mess of a face. I was ready for a night of marathoning shitty TV, not partying in Kansas City.

“Did you really give her Edward’s little speech he used to inspire Rose after the regime in Liore fell,” Julian wondered, “to a girl going through a breakup?”

“Essentially, they’re the same thing,” I shrugged, “The people of Liore were breaking up with that dick priest. Veronica was breaking up with Luke. End of story. Did you really tell Veronica we were just friends?”

“I thought that was the story we were telling people,” he reminded me, “Or do you want to be the one to say we’re in a happy relationship after hers fell to pieces?”

“Oh, hell no,” I shook my head, “But thank you for making her smile again. I didn’t want her to be mopey anymore and whatever I did wasn’t working.”

“It’s what we do,” Julian smiled, “Speaking of us being cut from the same cloth, where’s all the neat shit in your room?”

“Closet,” I told, “Remember? Veronica doesn’t know? My otaku center is hidden from almost everyone except you?’

“That’s right,” he wrapped his arms around my waist, “And I really can’t wait for the rest of the world to see you like I do. By the way, I noticed you gave her your Misa Misa cosplay.”

“She is Misa Misa,” I admitted, “She’s so Misa, it’s painful. Only difference is Veronica isn’t useless. Other than that, their personalities are so similar.”

“I’ve noticed,” Julian nuzzled his face in my neck, “With a blind obsession for her boyfriend to boot. I still wouldn’t mind giving Luke a good punch to the jaw. Veronica doesn’t deserve this.”

“You think you could do me one last favor?” I asked.

“Sure, baby,” he held me a little tighter, “What can I do for you?”

“Will you put a call in to Lilith?” I drew a thick line across my eyelid, “I’m going to placebo the hell out of Veronica.”

“Oh?” I had Julian’s interest, “What kind of placebo?”

“All of Veronica’s drinks tonight are going to be non-alcoholic.,” I explained, “She has to go to school in the morning and I remember the hell it was going to school hungover. And I have to work tomorrow morning. I don’t want to get shitfaced either. Veronica wants to be numb and what better emotional novacaine than tequila?”

“Have you ever tried Adderall?” he asked, “Works much better.”

“You sound way too voice of experience for my comfort.”

“I am too voice of experience for comfort,” Julian cringed, “But that’s a story for another day. I have to call Lilith and tell her what’s up. Until then, you need to finish getting ready and take your best friend out for shenanigans.”

“Thank you,” I finished up, cuddling into my boyfriend, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he kissed the top of my head and left me to get dressed. I know we were a thing, but it was too soon for Julian to see me completely naked. Who to put on tonight? I was Winry earlier today. Do I want to keep it in the Fullmetal family and go Hawkeye? I could do Hawkeye. The first time I was in Haven, I was in an Ouran uniform. Maybe I should switch to the boys’ uniform. No. Hawkeye. I wanted to be a badass sharpshooter/Roy Mustang’s nanny/future wife.

I put on my makeshift Amestrian military uniform and grabbed my bag off my chair, “Roni, you ready?”

“Ready!” she came out of the downstairs bathroom, looking like she was on the hunt for a sugar daddy, “Well? How do I look?”

“Adorable,” I gave her a spin, “The place we’re going to tonight is amazing. I’ve been a couple times and if you’re looking to eat your feelings, it’s perfect.”

“And if you’re looking to score?”

“It’s Kansas City,” I pointed out as the two of us went out the door, “There are a few beautiful boys in that town. I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

“You did make sure I didn’t have baby face, right, Mimi?” she kept her fingers crossed, “I look more adult than I actually am?”

“Yes,” I assured, “I contoured the hell out of your face. You’re golden.”

“Good!” Veronica sang, “Let’s go!”

I pulled out of my driveway and started heading toward Kansas City. Hopefully, Julian put the call in already. This would prove to be an interesting night. I’m thrilled to see how Veronica’s going to take to placebos. I’ve never seen her drunk before, so this should be intriguing. I just hope the fake booze doesn’t make her a weepy drunk.

#Sorry For Being a Closet Otaku #nanowrimo #NaNoWriMo 2016

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templeofgeek · 6 years

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Classy Looking Nerf Herder Returns to San Diego Comic Con as part of the Her Universe Fashion Show! Classy Looking Nerf Herder is a one woman design company started by Lynne Marie Martens. Lynn is a seamstress and costume-maker based in Los Angeles. Her expertise lies in garment construction, aging and dyeing, corsetry, draping, and an extensive knowledge of fashion history. Much of her passion for costuming has led toward creating vintage and couture style fashion pieces inspired by pop culture through her brand Classy Looking Nerf Herder. She has twice been a finalist at the Her Universe Fashion Show that is held annually at San Diego Comic Con and was featured in the New York Times. Lynne has an MFA in Costume Design from CalArts and BA in Theatre Arts and English Literature from Westmont College. Her return to the Her Universe Fashion Show at 2018’s San Diego Comic Con has as super excited!

Tell us a little about you and how you got started designing clothes? My mom taught me to sew when I was a kid. I made my own dresses for school dances in high school and college. I got started with designing costumes in the theatre department while at the same time continually being obsessed with mid-century fashion and still making clothes for myself in my spare time. Eventually all of those things merged into fashion that was inspired by my favorite characters. Classy Looking Nerf Herder is all about creating vintage and geek inspired clothing – and everything has pockets!

What are your favorite fandom for fashion? Oh man, I have to choose??? I have favorite outfits, more than a favorite fandom above all else. My top three are: the Kylo Ren maxi dress that’s inspired by a 1940s evening gown, the Moana outfit, and the 1950s Harry Potter poodle skirt (I’m Slytherin 😉🐍).

How many SDCC have you attended? Do you always make designs for the different cons you attend? I’ve gone to SDCC every year since 2013 and attend many other cons in the Southern California area all throughout the year. I always always always dress up. I can’t imagine what it would be like to not wear a cosplay or one of my designs to a con, it’s too much fun!!

How did you get involved with the Her Universe Fashion Show? I saw the event listed in the SDCC program guide and just KNEW this was exactly the world I wanted to be in. I was incredibly lucky that I was picked to be a finalist the first year I submitted a design.

Can you tell us the story behind the pieces you designed for the Her Universe Fashion Show?

TARDIS Through the Wormhole — This one is inspired by the TARDIS from Doctor Who. The opening credits for Doctor Who often depict the TARDIS traveling through space and time in a whirlwind of colors and stardust. I wanted to create that in a dress. I custom designed and printed the fabric for the corset, which features the TARDIS on a dark rainbow starry background. The tutu skirt and train has a hoop base and it made with over 80 yards of netting and tulle. There are individually addressable RGB LED strands and copper string lights throughout the skirt and train. My friend, James Strain, helped me program the lights to glow in a similar rhythm to The Sound of Drums while providing the motion effect of the Wormhole. I was featured in the New York Times for this dress. I entered it into the Masquerade at the Gallifrey One convention in 2017 and won two Best in Show awards.

Enchanted Rose — This one is inspired by the Rose in Beauty and the Beast. B&tB has been my favorite Disney movie since it was first released in 1991. Disney was a huge part of my childhood and Beauty and the Beast is a story that stands the test of time. The bodice is shaped to look like a rose bud, the skirt is made from two layers of organza which represent the glass case the Rose is kept in. There are over 2000 handmade falling rose petals with the majority of them settled in the hemline and about 300 crystals in the skirt. I custom dyed all the colors in the dress. My favorite part about this dress is the movement of the skirt. It’s very flowy and romantic. I had a lot of people after the show tell me they wanted to wear it as their wedding dress.

How long does it take you to prepare for an event like this? What is the process like for you? It can take months sometimes to prepare for the Fashion Show. I knew what my Phoenix design was going to be since August of last year, so I’ve definitely been thinking about it for a long time. Submissions for the show open and close during the month of April, which gives us designers about 2 1/2 months to prepare after we are chosen. I spent somewhere around 550 hours building my TARDIS Through the Wormhole dress and about 250 hours on my Enchanted Rose dress. Right now, I am listening to the Harry Potter audio books while I make my Phoenix dress. It’s a lovely thing to keep me company and also track how much time I spend.

What was the reaction to your pieces like? I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the reaction is part of what keeps me going. It makes me so happy to hear from customers or clients about how beautiful and comfortable they feel in my clothes. The pieces I’ve done for the Her Universe Fashion Show certainly have a big WOW factor. There’s a thrill in hearing the audience scream in wonder or amazement over the results of your hard work and long hours. The fact that I get to share it with such a wide audience is truly an honor. Video of the TARDIS dress at the Gallifrey Masquerade:

Thanks to @babsek79 for assisting me during the #gallifreyone #masquerade. She captured the lights out moment from backstage and the audience's reaction is pure gold. It was so much fun!! #cosplay #tardis #doctorwho @doctorwho_bbca #handmade #lights #lightsout #tardisdress #allofspaceandtime #geekcouture #geekgirl #fashionablygeek #heruniverse #classylookingnerfherder

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Backstage video from the Her Uni 2017 show:

Feeling nostalgic tonight. Here's a BTS video from the @heruniverse show this summer. The roar of the crowd fills my heart. @cornellable is the best model, couldn't ask for better. Yay #teamrose ❤️🌹❤️ #heruniverse #heruniversefashionshow #sdcc #cosplay #geekcouture #geekfashion #rose #beautyandthebeast #enchantedrose #untilthelastpetalfalls #classylookingnerfherder

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If you can say, what do you have planned for this year? We understand if you can’t reveal it yet! I can tell you a little bit! My dress is inspired by Fawkes the Phoenix from the Harry Potter series. You might be able to catch some BTS of my process on my Instagram Stories, but the full reveal will have to wait until July 19th. I’m so excited about this one, it’s going to be beautiful. My friend and model, Kaitlin Cornuelle, will be walking the runway for me again this year and I will be wearing a dress inspired by Dumbledore to go with my Phoenix.

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What is your favorite San Diego Comic Con memory?

Back to that 2013 SDCC — I was delayed in picking up my badge from my friend, which meant I was inside the convention center only 1 hour before the Sherlock panel was scheduled to start in Ballroom 20. I had heard all about the insane lines and as I walked along the hall, becoming more and more despondent that it was certainly impossible that I was going to get in, I heard someone yelling at me from the line, “HEY, you have the same shirt!” Lo and behold, I had the same Sherlock tshirt on as a guy in the line. The young woman who had yelled at me got her phone out to take a picture of us. Turns out she and I both had TARDIS phone cases. These two lovely people turned out to be Lacy and Spencer. They invited me to join their group in line and we were the last people to make it into the room! We have become good friends over the years and I feel honored that I got to attend their wedding about a year and a half ago. There are so very many moments like these that happen at conventions. The people in the geek community can be some of the kindest, most generous, and fun people to be with. That’s what truly makes or breaks a convention for me. It’s not about the merch, or the signings, or the panels so much as enjoying and celebrating the things we love with one another.

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We absolutely agree with Lynn that it’s the moments and the human connections that make conventions like San Diego Comic Con and the geek community in general such a wonderful place to be! We are so excited to see what else she has in store for us this year! If you will be attending San Diego Comic Con you can check out the Her Universe Fashion Show on July 19, 2018 6:00 PM PST at the Manchester Grand Hyatt San Diego, CA Harbor Ballroom. The world’s top “geek couture” fashion event, The Her Universe Fashion Show, is celebrating its 5th anniversary this year by returning to San Diego Comic-Con International with its biggest and best show yet. Host, actress, author of “It’s Your Universe” and Her Universe Founder, Ashley Eckstein, will be debuting a very special jaw-dropping gown created by 2013 fashion show winner, Andrew MacLaine.

To find out more about Lynn and her designs you can checkout her website: http://classylookingnerfherder.com or follow her on her social media below! Check out the gallery at the bottom of the page for a peak of her other fun designs she has created!

Here's another delicious one from @katiebe_photography. Ssshhhhhh spoilers 💋

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