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dameronology · 3 years

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love in the time of p.t.a meetings {marcus moreno} - 2/5

summary: your kid has taken a liking to marcus moreno - and frankly, so have you {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of divorce & very brief mentions of his wife’s death

i don’t normally update series this quickly but this was originally one imagine that reached about 11k words lmao so it’s all written, just being split up. i’ve also decided it’s gonna be 5 parts instead of 3, cos i reread the ending and realised i was not done by a longshot. enjoy!

- jazz

Mondays. You hated ‘em.

Everything just seemed so...amplified. The peace and relaxation of the weekend was over and everyone had to go back on the grind. The traffic always seemed worst, the clock seemed to tick backwards and you just wanted to be at home, in bed. After an incident involving the dog, a toaster and a small pan fire, you were already running twenty minutes late and you knew in your soul that your child’s shoes weren’t on the right feet. That, and also he was wearing a Chewbacca onesie to school. It had been a compromise. As in, he was refusing to go to school unless you let him wear the damn thing. It was a compromise. You’d lost.

On the bright side, the past weekend had been the best you’d had in a long time. Jack had spent all of Saturday afternoon at the Heroics headquarters and he was so worn out, he’d slept through all of Sunday. Marcus Moreno must have a been a fucking wizard, because you’d been trying to tire the kid out for five years. You made a mental note to do something in return, though you sensed there was nothing on God’s green earth that could possibly amount to babysitting the world’s most exhausting child for six hours. You were allowed to say that, because Jack was your world’s most exhausting child and you wouldn’t have changed him for anything.

‘New week, huh buddy?’ You glanced at Jack in your rear view mirror. He was sat on his booster seat, legs dangling back and forth and a power ranger action figure in his hand. ‘A fresh start.’

‘Can we listen to the song from Cars?’ Jack ignored your comment.

‘You gotta try and behave yourself this week. You’ve seen what happens to people who do follow the rules, right? They get to go work at the Heroics-’

‘- I wanna listen to the song from Cars!’

You wanted to have a deep conversation. Jack wanted to listen to Life Is A Highway. That was...actually, it was exactly how you’d expected that to go. It wasn’t that off of the time you were trying to explain your divorce to him and he’d interrupted you to demand that you put Toy Story on.

‘Sure thing, kid.’ You rolled your eyes, reaching across to hand him on your phone. ‘D’you know how to spell it-’

Your sentence was cut off by the sound of guitars blaring from the speakers. At least he could work out Spotify.

By some miracle, you managed to make it the school with a few minutes to spare. Because most people had dropped their kids off earlier (see: on time), the lot was pretty empty. That meant you could once again dump your car without regard for the painted white lines -- who had time to park properly on a Monday morning? That was for people who had their shit together.

Leaping out the car, you almost cursed when you tripped over your heels. You didn’t have to wear them, but since you’d started working in a managerial role at your office, you figured it made you look a little more professional. And what was the harm in being a few inches taller? It made you feel powerful.

‘C’mon, J.’ You pulled open the back door, helping Jack leap out the car.

‘You know, I’m starting to think you can’t park your car at all.’

‘Marcus!’ Jack practically flew out the car, his tiny body suddenly jolting with excitement.

‘Morning, buddy.’ He replied; he then moved his brown eyes to gaze at you, offering a smile. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, how you doing?’ You greeted him. ‘I don’t normally see you here in the mornings.’

‘Yeah, I normally drop Missy off at the front but it was one of those mornings, you know? She was taking a little more convincing than usual to go in.’

‘My kid is in a Wookiee onesie and backwards Thomas the Tank Engine shoes and you have the audacity to ask me if I know those mornings? I am those mornings.’ You replied.

Marcus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a look. I especially like the Lightning McQueen sunglasses.’

‘Do you have a super suit?’ Jack asked. ‘Can I try it on?’

‘C’mon, Jack. You’ve already managed to get a tour of the HQ.’ You ruffled his hair. ‘And we gotta get going to school.’

‘But I wanna ask more questions.’ He muttered. ‘I have over a hundred.’

‘Don’t I know it.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But school is more important.’

‘I don’t wanna go anymore.’

‘I let you wear the onesie. That was our agreement, remember?’

‘All good superheroes have to get an education.’ Marcus reasoned. ‘And if you go in, maybe I can show you my suit at some point?’

'Okay!’ Jack grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a quick hug, before peering up at you with a toothy smile. ‘See ya later!’

He turned on his heel and ripped his backpack from your hand, suddenly speeding up the path and towards school. Had...had that just happened? For once in your life, had you not had to wrench him from the car and wrestle him through the school gates? Move aside, Harry Potter, because Marcus Moreno was the new wizard in town. You might have been a little jealous that he was so good with your son but at the same time, it made you like him even more. He was the first parent at the school that had leant into Jack’s wild tendencies. And, whilst you tried not to think too much about it, even his own dad had struggled to do that. It made your heart warm a little.

‘You are seriously my favourite person.’ You chimed, leaning back against your car.

‘Kids with character are way more fun than kids who are well-behaved.’ Marcus replied.

‘I spent forty-five minutes scraping string cheese out the USB port of my computer yesterday, but sure.’

He chuckled. ‘No, I’m serious. I don’t encourage Missy to misbehave but she does get herself into some situations. I choose to see it as a testament to her intelligence rather than disobedience.’

‘I refuse to believe for a second that Missy ever misbehaves.’ You shot back back. ‘She seems so well-behaved.’

‘What you see in the parking lot is not a reflection of our whole lives.’ He reminded you.

‘Right, because despite appearances, I’m actually a very put together parent.’ You snorted. ‘But I get what you mean.’

‘I gotta get to work now, but it was good to see you.’ Marcus pulled his car keys out his pocket. ‘I was serious about that suit thing, by the way. He saw my katanas on Saturday.’

‘Katanas?’ You spluttered. ‘My kid managed to start a fire last week out of nothing and you want to give him katanas?!’

‘Maybe I can show you how to use them.’ He flashed you a smile. ‘And then you can pass on the knowledge.’

‘That’s probably an even worse idea.’ You shook your head with a laugh, pulling open your car door. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘You as well. Have a good day, pretty lady.’

Did you stop thinking about your exchange at any point during the day? Absolutely not. In fact, you’d already written an email to the local deed poll office to change your legal name to Pretty Lady.

No, but in all seriousness, you’d been a little giddy about it. Had he been flirting? That didn’t seem like a long shot. You got on well, you’d hung out a bit over the weekend and not to toot your own horn, but you were by no means bad looking. Tired and a little frazzled, sometimes? Yeah. But anyone would have been lucky to have you and you were doing a better job at recognising that, especially since your divorce.

You were almost ecstatic when it got to 4PM and you hadn’t received a single call from Jack’s teachers. That meant that he had behaved, and what Marcus had said had worked. Because you worked past his finishing time, he usually went to the after-school club till you could come to collect him - it had been a lifesaver, especially since you couldn’t always leave early. He usually came home with some kind of weird arts and crafts. Last week, it had been an unidentifiable item made of dried macaroni and glitter. He’d placed it pridefully on the old fireplace in your lounge.

After saying goodbye to your co-workers, you headed out the building. Your office was right in the city centre and not too far out from the school. It was a nice place to be; your lunch hour, when you could head out to a street cart and eat your food in the local park, was usually the highlight of your day. It was when you could exist just as you. When you were at work, you were in charge on your entire department. When you were home, you were a parent 24/7. That time to yourself was vital.

As you were heading to your car, your phone began to ring. Your heart almost jumped out your chest when you saw Marcus’ name - he hadn’t called you before, only texted to sort out the previous weekend’s plans with Jack. You quickly organised yourself (he couldn’t see you, dumb ass) and cleared your throat.

‘Hey, everything alright?’ You brightly greeted him.

‘Hey! Are you out of work now?’

‘Yeah, I’m literally just leaving. What’s up?’

‘Look, I hate to do this but I’ve had an emergency at work - superhero related, you don’t wanna know - and I’m not gonna be out for hours.’ Marcus sounded stressed. Yeah, I feel that you thought. ‘Would you be able to pick up Missy and possibly have her for a few hours? If not, that’s totally-’

‘- I’d be glad too!’ You interrupted him. ‘I owe you one anyways for the weekend. And this morning, actually.’

‘You don’t owe me anything.’ He sounded surprised that you’d even imply it. ‘But I will definitely owe you for having Missy.’

‘Hey, it’s cool!’ You insisted. ‘Do you want me to drop her off at yours later?’

‘I can come and collect her if you text me your address?’

‘Perfect.’ You smiled. ‘I’ll see you later then?’

‘You’re a lifesaver.’ Marcus said. ‘I’ll text Missy to let her know to find your car instead of mine. I would ask for your plate number, but your car is...’

‘...bright red, covered in dents and hard to miss?’ You finished his sentence.

‘Exactly.’

You’d been in the same situation before; pulled between work and parenting, with Jack stuck at school and an important meeting that felt like it was never ending. It was hard to get a sitter on such short notice - or afford one, sometimes - and it was just another one of the million, stressful situations that single parenting could get you into. If you could help Marcus even a little bit, of course you were going to. You knew he’d do the same for you. Heck, he had done the same for you.

Jack and Missy were both chatty on the way home. Given that she was a little older than him, her conversational skills were strikingly better. It was nice to ask someone about their day and not get where are my Cheetos? as an answer. From what you gathered, she hated science class, enjoyed gym, and her favourite subject was lunch. That didn’t come as a surprise to you - her dad was a literal superhero and probably encouraged physical activity.

(You’d seen his arms, okay? They were more than enough to go on. I digress).

The only thing that made you wish you’d had a little more notice on having her for the evening was the state of your apartment. The place wasn’t bad; you’d lived there for the better part of eight years, and it was crammed with soft furniture and millions of blankets, as well as photos of you and Jack and his questionable art projects. It was just that you hadn’t done the dishes that morning, there was a mountain of shoes by the door and the pancakes from the previous night were still stuck on the roof.

Missy barely blinked an eye; the minute she saw your dog, she’d abandoned her bag and was playing with him.

‘Hey buddy!’ She grinned. ‘What’s he called?’

‘That’s Oppy.’ You replied, hanging your jacket up. She didn’t need to know that it was short for Optimus Prime. No guesses on whose idea that had been.

‘He’s so cute!’ Missy continued. ‘I’ve been asking dad for a dog for ages but he won’t budge.’

For some reason, that surprised you a little. Marcus might have been the leader of a super-hero team and a public figure, but you could tell he would do anything for his daughter. You knew because it was the same for you with Jack. He might have ruled your whole life but you would have hung the damn stars in the sky for him if he asked

‘They’re a lot of work.’ You reasoned. ‘I have to wake up every morning at 6AM to make sure he gets a walk. Then there’s the matter of-’

‘- mum! Optimus Prime pooped in the bathroom!’

‘The matter of that.’ You murmured under your breath.

The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. You fed the kids some leftover takeaway and between the dog and Netflix, they were easily entertained. Jack seemed to take a liking to Missy, which was good because it meant he wanted to sit with her the entire time instead of bouncing off the walls. She had the same patience as her dad, especially when he asked her a million questions about superheroes. It took her twenty minutes to convince him that Batman wasn’t her uncle, and a further fifteen to make him believe that she hadn’t met Captain America.

Jack had asked you a few times about whether or not he would get siblings. Of course, it would be different to any interactions with Missy because he would have been the oldest, but it did get you thinking. You were finally in a place where you were moving past your former relationship and healing from the wounds. Time wasn’t much of an issue either - you’d had Jack when you were young and barely out of college. You couldn’t possibly imagine having any more kids right now, not when it was just the two of you, but in the future? You’d never rule out meeting somebody new. If anything, you were hopeful. Your first relationship had been your only one, and it had ended badly. You wanted to experience love for what it actually was, and not what you thought it was supposed to be.

Not long after 7PM, there was a knock on your door. By that point, both Missy and Jack had passed out on the sofa with Star Wars playing quietly in the background. It had been her idea to watch it - she had good taste. Marcus had clearly done a good job.

‘Hey!’ You greeted him as you pulled open the front door. ‘Come in quick, it’s fucking freezing out there.’

‘Thank you.’ Marcus came inside, dusting a few snow flakes out his hair. ‘Seriously, I can’t say it enough-’

‘- it’s fine!’ You shook your head, offering him a smile. ‘Missy’s been great. She’s really chatty and it was nice to have a coherent conversation with someone that isn’t about Paw Patrol. But was everything at the office okay?’

He was quiet for a minute. ‘Yeah. We uh, we lost someone. A hero.’

‘Shit, man. I’m sorry.’ Your voice fell quiet. ‘You wanna come in? You look like you could probably take a moment.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course! Missy and Jack are both asleep on the couch anyways.’ You pointed through to the living room. Marcus leant over to have a look, smiling slightly at the sight.

‘Thank you. I’d appreciate that.’

He took a seat at the kitchen counter. Your old bar stools were a little old and wobbly, but Marcus didn’t seem to notice. If anything, he admired the place. It was cluttered as hell and filled with useless, old items - cook books you didn’t use, random magnets, assorted toys - but it was nice. His house always felt a little cold and clinical. He’d moved a lot over the course of Missy’s life and now that he was retired from the field, he’d sworn to her that their current house was going to be permanent. Whether or not it felt like home was another question entirely.

‘I would offer you a drink but all I have is..’ you paused, opening the fridge. ‘Nesquik, vodka or apple juice.’

‘You know what? A Nesquik doesn’t sound too bad.’

‘I like your thinking, Moreno.’

After quickly fixing up the two drinks, you slid into the seat beside him and handed him one. You had never in a million years imagined a situation where Marcus Moreno would be in your kitchen drinking chocolate milk, but here we were. It had clearly been a long day for him and you had enough of those to last a lifetime, so you knew how it felt. Coming home after a day that had beat your ass into the ground and having to put on a brave face for your kids was difficult at best.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ You gently asked.

‘Yeah, I’ll be okay - it just always fucks me up a bit.’ Marcus murmured quietly. ‘Hits a little too close to home.’

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that you knew what had happened to his wife. You knew why he’d retired, and why he and Missy had moved away from their original city six years ago.

‘Sorry, that was too deep-’

‘- it wasn’t!’ You quickly cut him off. ‘I’ve had random women come up to me at pick up time and say they’re sorry to hear about my divorce. People I don’t even know. So really, after that, nothing is too much.’

He smiled slightly. ‘They always say they’re sorry but why would you bring up a subject if you have to apologise for it?’

‘Exactly!’ You replied. ‘Especially when I’ve moved on. It’s been a year.’

‘It’s the same with me. Missy and I miss her everyday but we don’t mope about it. We just...we look back with fondness on the good memories we have. You can’t move forward if you’re stuck in the past, no matter how much it sucks.’

‘That’s...that’s wise.’ You blinked in surprise. ‘S’pose that means I should take down the dartboard I have with my ex’s face on.’

‘From what I’ve heard, he seems like he should have more than a dart board.’ Marcus snorted - then he froze. ‘Wait, not that I’ve heard stuff, I mean...I don’t listen-’

‘- Marcus!’ You whacked his arm. ‘It’s fine. One of the other kid’s mums started telling me about the terrible divorce someone was going through but she realised she was gossiping to the one who was going through it.’

‘I don’t know how much of what I’ve been told is true, but it sounds like it was bad.’ His hand hovered over where yours was rested on the counter.

‘The rumours pretty much get the gist of it.’ You replied. ‘But we were talking about your thing, so I don’t wanna take away from that.’

‘Hey, it’s okay.’ He finally moved his hand, fingers gently curling underneath yours to intertwine them. ‘If even half of the whispers are true, he sounds like an asshole. You and Jack both deserve better than that.’

Whatever people had said, it had sort of covered the gist of it. You’d married too young and had a kid too young - your ex had been a terrible husband and an even worst husband. He’d chastised Jack for being...well, being Jack. He’d stay out late with his friends, spend money on things neither of you needed and tried to make you take the blame for it all. After giving him a few too many chances, you’d finally reached breaking point and kicked him out. Filing for divorce and taking on being a single parent was single-handedly the hardest and bravest thing you’d ever had to do. In a way, you were glad you’d done it when Jack was still so young - he didn’t really understand any of it, even when you’d try to explain it in child friendly terms.

‘I think people judge me for it a little sometimes.’ You confessed. ‘They see me struggling but they know I made the choice to separate from him, like I brought it all on myself.’

‘That’s bullshit.’ Marcus plainly stated. ‘Parenthood isn’t a dependent thing based on whether or not you’re still married to the other parent. It’s unconditional and permanent.’

‘I should tell him that, but I also don’t want him back in our lives.’

‘I know it’s none of my business, but he doesn’t deserve Jack. He’s one of the best and brightest kids I’ve ever met.’

‘Thank you. I’m glad he doesn’t seem like a complete lunatic.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you either.’ Marcus continued. ‘Again, I might be out of place saying this but you are...you’re amazing. I was a wreck when I was suddenly on my own and you’re still holding everything together and working your ass off.’

‘You’ve noticed?’ You quirked an eyebrow.

‘Yeah, in passing.’ He admitted. ‘I remember I once saw you carrying three separate science projects at once and then Carol made a passing comment that you were on your own and...I just kinda admired you from afar.’

‘You, Marcus Moreno, admired me?’ You blinked at him in disbelief. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

‘I wish I’d had my shit together half as much as you did when I lost Missy’s mum.’

‘But the difference is you didn’t have a choice in your situation. I chose to boot his dad out-’

‘- you gotta stop discrediting yourself.’ He shook his head. ‘And stop blaming yourself. You did what was right for your kid and that is the most admirable thing of all.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I know so.’

The conversation slowly drizzled away, leaving you two to just look at each other. It was hard to tear yourself away from his brown eyes - there was a lot going on behind them. Fear, pain, anguish, admiration. He was one of the most mind-blowingly impressive people you’d ever met; single dad, superhero, electric car owner. He probably didn’t have a mortgage too and that was kinda hot. You were none of those things and yet, here he was, with you, managing to connect on a level that you never had with anyone. Both of your situations were tough, but they’d brought you together.

Marcus Moreno was pretty fucking fearless (came with the job, you figured), and he wasn’t afraid to make the first move. He slowly inched his head forward and in return, you gravitated towards him. Your lips met halfway in a soft kiss, his hands moving to firmly hold your waist as he pulled you closer.

You almost stumbled out your chair with the movement, but his grip on your hips meant you didn’t slip. Instead, he placed you up on the counter, standing up as he did. It took you a moment to adjust to the position, but with your legs resting on either side of his, you could reach forward and lean on him. You had one hand tangled in his hair and the other on the back of his neck - you’d surprised yourself with that. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, but you weren’t as rusty as you thought.

‘Oh my god, is the superhero gonna be my new dad?!’

Marcus suddenly jumped backwards at the sound of Jack’s voice. He was stood in the doorway, post-nap hair covered by a lopsided Chewbacca hood. His eyes were like dinner plates, even though he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Uh...’ you glanced between him and Marcus. ‘We were just...we were...’

‘I had something in my eye.’

‘He had something in his eye.’ You quickly agreed. ‘But now it’s out, so Marcus is gonna go home.’

He knew you didn’t mean it rudely - it was more of a desperation thing. The longer he stayed, the more questions Jack would come out with. Missy could have overheard too and that would have been twice as much to explain. So really, the sooner he got out, the better.

‘Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll grab Missy.’ Marcus said, scratching the back of his head. ‘Thank you again for looking after her.’

‘You don’t need to keep thanking me.’ You shot back.

He disappeared into the living room for a moment, reemerging with a sleeping Missy in his arms a moment later. Your eyes met again, and he gave you a soft smile.

‘I’ll call you.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You nodded. ‘See you, Marcus.’

True to character, the next hour was spent being pelted with questions from your over-curious son. He didn’t shut up once when you were bathing him and he got even louder when you were reading him his best time story. On the bright side, you’d managed to get him to change out of his slightly manky Wookiee onesie and into a clean Buzz Lightyear one. Normally, you would have argued that he couldn’t live in pyjamas, but if it kept him quiet? It was a price you were willing to pay.

‘Night, kiddo.’ You pressed a kiss to his forehead, switching on his nightlight. ‘Remember our deal, yeah? If I buy you a Happy Meal tomorrow, you won’t mention what you saw to any of your friends?’

‘You said library was bad.’

‘No, it’s bribery.’ You corrected him. ‘And do as I say, not as I do.’

‘Sounds bad, but okay.’ He sleepily murmured. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’ You stood up, flicking out his bedroom lights.

‘Wait, mum!’ Jack suddenly sat up, as though he’d remembered something. ‘You never said no.’

‘No to what, buddy?’

‘When I asked if the superhero was my new dad.’

Well, fuck.

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lyranova · 3 years

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Dance With Me

Hi guys~! I know its been a while since I posted a fanfic so I apologize for that! So here’s a Yamichar fic I wrote on Valentine’s Day but I didn’t have internet to post it 😔. So I hope you guys like it and I apologize if it’s not very good!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,478

Warnings: None

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If Charlotte Roselei could be anywhere else in the world right now, she would be. She was currently at a Valentine’s Day party that her friend and fellow captain Dorothy Unsworth was throwing and she was a mixture of irritated and annoyed. She had literally been proposed to by four different men, from four different squads and no matter how many times she refused and told them to leave her sight they kept coming. What was it about this day that made everyone feel so in love? Honestly, it was just a normal day. Charlotte never really celebrated the holiday and did really see a point to it. She was currently walking around the ballroom when another man, this time from the Green Mantis, approached her. ‘Here we go again.’ She thought exasperatedly as the man came up to her, somewhat nervous looking, his face was as red as the Crimson Lions robes.

“ M-Ms. Roselei-.” He started before Charlotte cut him off.

“ That’s Captain Roselei.” The man’s face turned even more red at his blunder.

“ Right! S-Sorry, Captain Roseli. I just wanted to ask you something,” the young man cleared his throat before kneeling down and pulling out a bouquet of flowers, although Charlotte had no idea where they came from and she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.

“ C-Captain Roselei, will you mar-.” She cut him off again this time her annoyance clear in her tone.

“ What is it with all of you?” Her eyes cold as she stared at the nervous man. “ Why can’t any of you see I’m not interested in getting married at this time? If I've turned down four marriage proposals, what makes you think that I’d accept yours?” Her tone was harsh, icy, and 100% laced in annoyance. The young man's face paled considerably and the entire room was staring at them, Charlotte’s face turned a small shade of pink before she hurried out of the ballroom and walked onto the balcony. The cool air felt good on her warm face, she walked over to the railing and leant on it.

“ Geez Princess, you really cut him off at the knees didn’t you?” Came a gruff voice behind her, she jumped and turned to look at Yami Sukehiro, who was leaning against the stone wall smoking a cigarette. She blinked and let out a small sigh of relief.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there Yami,” she told him before crossing her arms. “ I hadn’t meant to be so harsh with him, I’ll have to go apologize to him later.” She added with a sigh before Yami nodded and came up to her.

“ Let the kid lick his wounds a little bit before you do.” He told her before putting out his cigarette as he came to stand beside her. Charlotte looked him up and down, he was still wearing his usual white tank top and brown pants, she couldn’t suppress a small laugh.

“ You couldn’t have at least tried to look nice for this party?” She asked as he turned to face her, a small smirk on his face.

“ Nah suits aren’t really my thing,” Yami said as he scratched the back of his head. “ if a fight were to break out it’d really hinder my movements y’know? So I figured it’d be better if I just came in my normal clothes.” He added with a shrug, Charlotte couldn’t help but frown.

“ Why did you come here anyway? I didn’t think this would really be your scene?” She asked with a slight teasing sound in her voice, Yami chuckled a bit before leaning his arms on the balcony railing.

“ Honestly? To get away from my squad for a few hours. Plus there’s free food and free booze so.” He shrugged as though it were the most simple answer, Charlotte laughed.

“ Of course you’d come to a party just for free food.” She shook her head before leaning against the rail herself.

“ Well, that’s not the only reason I came here.” He told her suddenly, Charlotte quickly looked at him and noticed Yami was staring at her. She quickly turned away as her face began to turn a bright shade of red. ‘D-Did he really say that?! No. You were just hearing things Charlotte, you must’ve heard him wrong!’ She told herself before they both went quiet for a few minutes.

As they sat in silence Charlotte could hear the music from inside the ballroom, it was soft, but she could still make out the lovely melody as it floated through the double doors to outside where she and Yami were standing. She couldn’t look at him, too afraid that he was still staring at her, he had to have misspoke. Right? There was no way he said that. She hadn’t noticed she was softly moving her fingers to the sound of the music, but Yami had and he was struck with an idea.

“ Hey Princess, do you want to dance?” He suddenly asked, causing Charlotte to turn and look at him again, a small blush still on her face.

“ W-What?” She had to be mishearing him once again, was there something possibly wrong with her hearing? She would have to go see Owen about it in the morning.

“ I asked if you wanted to dance with me?” He asked her again, this time standing up straight and turning to look at her, with a hand held out to take hers. She blinked at him with surprise still on her face.

“ B-But, you don’t really strike me as the type who dances.” She said, the shock on her face also spreading to her voice. Yami smirked at her and shrugged.

“ I’m not. But this is one of your favorite songs, so I thought maybe you’d like to dance.” He told her, his hand still outstretched. So she hadn’t misheard him the first time! Charlotte's face blushed even more before she simply nodded and took his hand. They moved to the center of the balcony, her hand holding his, her other hand was placed on his shoulder while his was placed on her waist. Luckily for them the song was slow so they didn’t really have to do any special choreography, the two Captains just swayed back and forth, neither really knowing what they were doing.

Charlotte had to admit she was pleasantly surprised that Yami of all people had asked her to dance. She didn’t even know if he knew how to dance! Charlotte had never seen this side of him before, this softer and somewhat kinder side, it was a nice change. She noticed how close they were and quickly looked down at their feet, she didn’t want him to see her face get red again. ‘Why does he have this affect on me? He’s the only man I’ve ever known who could make me act like this.’ She thought, ever since he had freed her from her curse many years ago she had been nervous and somewhat shy around the Black Bulls Captain. ‘Maybe, what I’m feeling is-.’ Before she could finish that thought she looked up and her heart stopped.

‘That look! He had that look in his eyes earlier!’ Yami had a warm, soft look in his eyes. It was the complete opposite of what he usually looked like, it made him look even more handsome than what he already was. It took her breath away. ‘W-wait a second, is he moving closer?!’ Charlotte noticed his face was steadily inching closer to hers, and she was doing the same. ‘N-No, wait a minute! Hang on Charlotte! Not here, not with all those people inside! Not with members of your squad watching!’ That single thought snapped her out of the daze that she was in, she placed a gentle hand on his chest to stop his movements.

“ S-Sorry, I thought-.” Yami tried to apologize before Charlotte stepped out of his embrace and quickly cut him off.

“ It’s not your fault Yami,” she quickly said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “ it's just that it's getting late and I need to get back to my squad. So I should go apologize to that young man.” She looked away and quickly walked towards the doors to go back inside.

“ Hey Princess,” Yami called after her, she stopped to turn toward him and she noticed that carefree smirk plastered on his face once again. “ you’re a great dance partner.” She couldn’t stop the small laugh or smile from appearing on her face.

“ You’re not so bad yourself. I’ll see you around Yami.” Charlotte said before turning and walking back inside to apologize to the young man.

“ See ya around, Prickly Princess.”

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I’m sorry it’s not very good! I’m having a hard day mentally so I apologize if that bled over to my fic 😔! I’m hoping to write for more ships soon soi might put out a poll later to see what you guys would like to see next. But I hope you guys enjoyed this and I apologize if you didn’t, thanks for reading and I hope you have a good day 💗~!

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not me forgetting that i put these on my blog now

“I wanted to do a nice happy greeting, but instead I have to warn you that you have a problem up ahead.’

Betty, Martha and JD had all met them by a window that Duke had happily perched herself on. Well, happy was a stretch. Content might be a better word. She hadn’t exactly been joyful at any point throughout the entire morning, it was starting to get excessive, even for her. It made Heather so sure that she was still keeping a lot from her, even though she had confessed she was upset because of her parents, because there had been plenty of times she had been upset with her parents and she had recovered the next day. It was down to the sad fact of ‘growing numb from it’, but still. She wouldn’t even turn away from the scenery outside, though it was grey and dim, to greet any of the newcomers.

Heather followed Betty’s gaze as she nodded up the few steps next to them. She had been speaking to Veronica, but it concerned her too.

“Oooh, look who decided to show her face,” Veronica commented, having also turned to see the figure furiously marching towards them.

“Oh, she looks mad,” JD said, coming to stand next to her. “And she’s looking at you directly. Good look, babe!” He shoved her forward playfully, to which she grunted at him indignantly.

“I love having support from my boyfriend,” she snarked, before turning back to the huffing girl stopping just a few feet away, glowering at her dangerously. Not that it was scary, Courtney wasn’t all that tall.

“What the hell did you do?” she hissed. Heather just smiled innocently at her.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You - or somebody here, knows exactly what I mean.” She shot an accusatory glare to all of them. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. People have been whispering about me all goddamn week, and I want answers.” She reached out and grabbed her collar, sneering, “What did you tell them?”

Heather slapped her hand off in disgust. “You’re delusional,” she said, feeling a twinge of guilt for pretty much gaslighting her, but she reminded herself that it was different from when her parents did it to her. Courtney actually deserved it. “I haven’t spread anything about you.”

“It has to be you!” Courtney barked. “I know you’re upset that I insulted your little loser posse.” She eyed Betty, Martha, JD, Veronica and Duke in disdain. “It’s not my fault you let a bunch of nobodies infiltrate your friendship group, I was just pointing out the obvious!”

“Now, if you keep talking like that, maybe I will spread a rumour about you,” Heather said. “How’s, ‘the amount of times I’ve seen Courtney not wash her hands after using the restroom is gag-inducing, to say the least.’”

The group (except Duke) chuckled quietly while Courtney looked disgusted.

“That’s not even true!”

“Doesn’t have to be true. They’ll believe me.” She examined her nails, looking aloof. That only enraged Courtney more.

“You spread something! Tell me what it is, Chandler!” she demanded furiously. “Nobody will tell me. Whatever it is, you’re going to tell me right n-”

“Oh, fuck off, Courtney,” Duke suddenly spoke up, turning her head away from the window at last to shoot her an irritated glare. “Take your damage elsewhere, would you? Literally none of us care about some random preppy bitch scared of what some randos in the school are saying about her. You’ll be forgotten as soon as we all leave for college, hell, you’d be forgotten now if you didn’t constantly whine like a stuck up, spoiled little brat.”

Courtney, as well as everyone else, was understandably taken aback by the sudden outburst. Perhaps it wouldn’t have seemed so harsh, had Duke not looked so disinterested. She didn’t even hold her gaze, she just turned back around and gestured for her to leave with a flick of her wrist. Courtney let out a frustrated grunt, but exited the scene and made sure to glare at Heather snidely on the way out. Once she was out of sight, she laughed out loud.

“Oh, she is mad,” she chortled. “Coming up with a non-existent rumour was perfect, Heather.” She glanced at Duke, hoping to catch her eye to give her some praise, but she didn’t turn around. She gave a shrug, to Heather’s disappointment.

The group frowned at her, and while Mac decided to sit next to her on the window sill, she heard Martha lean to Veronica and whisper,

“Is she okay?”

“Um… she’s…” Veronica stammered, wondering what to say that wouldn’t get his head bitten off by Duke.

“Her parents are… getting on her nerves,” Heather quickly said, saving Veronica the stress. That shouldn’t reveal more than Duke would have liked; everyone gets irritated by their parents.

“That’s one way to put it,” Duke muttered, mostly to herself. Mac scratched the back of her neck nervously.

“So, should we go grab lunch? Since we’re all here,” she asked, looking around the group. The mood lifted and everyone agreed.

“I’ll catch up,” Heather told them. “I just need to get today’s question for lunchtime poll.” She left with them down the hallway, but stopped when they reached a turn.

“I also need the bathroom, so, I’ll catch up too,” JD added, hurrying off ahead of the group. Heather went in the opposite direction, and just before she reached the door to the student room, an arm slammed in front of her. She stepped backwards, immediately growing irritated upon seeing Courtney again. Didn’t she ever quit?

“I know you did something,’ she growled. ‘I’m not giving up until you tell me what.”

“Fuck off and stop bothering me, you goddamn leech.” She pushed her arm aside and tried walking towards the door again, only for her to step in her way.

“And here I thought you were wise in picking friends and enemies, Heather,” she hummed patronisingly. “As of late, it appears that isn’t true.”

“I know what I’m doing, so quit acting like I’m falling from grace or whatever you want to call it. Those people sit at my table because I let them. They’re Veronica’s friends, so I’d rather they not be harassed by bitches like you. And, you know, I’m dating one of them, of course,” she quickly amended. Courtney’s eyes narrowed.

“So you’re picking loserdome over people actually worthy of recognition now?” She not-so-subtly gestured to herself. “You’re a disappointment.”

“If it pisses you off, that’s fine by me.” She went to step around her, but Courtney wasn’t finished.

“Fine. If that’s how you want to play this, then maybe I’ll just find something to spread about you. You know, to make it even.”

Heather laughed out loud at that. “Good luck getting people believing you. Why do you think no one ever bothers us, hm? I make sure they don’t.” She turned to sneer at her. “Spreading lies about me won’t get you anywhere.”

Courtney took a step back, but brushed her threat off. “You’re not exactly as respected as you once were, Heather. Hence my whole warning about the friends you’re picking.” She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Besides, I wasn’t going to spread a lie. I’m sure behind that perfect little image you’ve made for yourself, there’s something dreadfully embarrassing that you’d hate for anyone to get their claws on.”

Heather did her best to keep her expression from changing.

“Then I wish you luck finding whatever secrets you expect to find somehow. You’ll need it.” She straightened herself up, brushing non-existent dust off of her collar as if the mere presence of Courtney was making her filthy. “Meanwhile, I’ll find a lot of entertainment in your weird obsession with me.”

“It’s not an obsession-”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun stalking me to figure out what’s happening in my personal life!” she sang over her shoulder as she walked away. “Totally not weird of you at all!”

She was soon out of her view, having stepped into the student room to grab her clipboard from Peter. She read over the question several times on her way back to the cafeteria, but it was hard to focus. As amusing as her argument with Courtney had been, the thought of her actually figuring something out did alarm her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It’s not that she felt insecure about her choice in friends - even times when she thought she regretted expanding her bubble the way she did, she immediately shook the thought away when remembering what had happened last time she had disregarded Veronica’s friends as little more than the scum of the school that she could take advantage of whenever she wanted.

She wasn’t going to go back to that state of mind all because Courtney didn’t approve of her decisions. As daunting as the status quo change had been, she knew it was for the best to rid of that toxic mindset. But since she was making that choice, it seemed now she was an easy target for sabotage. And there was a lot of material one could use, if they found out somehow. Small things, like how her relationship with JD wasn’t real, or that she hasn’t seen a Remington party invite in ages, and didn’t want to see one ever again. Or there were the bigger things, like her actual choice in partners, or her reasonings for being so much more wary at parties. If any of those things got out, she knew it would be the end. Sure, Duke had managed to stay in power, but she wasn’t sure if she could be quite as strong as her if it came out that she was pansexual. Last time people had assumed she was attracted to women, hell had broken loose, and… she never wanted to go through that again.

The exception being her family, of course. That hadn’t bothered her at all. Coming out was little more than a tool to cut them out of her life for good.

She unfortunately found herself wondering if it would be better to separate the lunch tables again; perhaps she’d be safer that way. Not even just her - all four of them would be safe. Then that thought was dismissed upon seeing Veronica so happy to have Betty and Martha with him, laughing as he attempted to toss popcorn into Betty’s mouth from one corner of the table to another. No, she absolutely could not return to the old status quo, even if it benefited her a lot more. She had to stop being so selfish.

Then she found herself wondering, what of her reputation? She wasn’t about to deny that it was definitely crumbling. People still looked up to her, sure, but how long would that last? Would her newfound generosity slowly erode it away until she was just a face in the crowd?

But that thought got chased away while she was travelling around table to table, when she saw JD in the line for lunch, later than the rest of the group due to his trip to the bathroom, probably. A couple of guys were pushing and shoving him, all to cut in front of him in the queue. Well that just wouldn’t do. She marched over and grabbed his arm, pinning all three boys with a piercing glare.

“Is there a problem here?” she spat. Their brave, cocky expressions all collapsed, frightened ones being left behind in their place. They slowly shook their heads, awkwardly and fearfully. One of them stepped backwards in line, as if offering JD his place back, but she just scoffed scornfully and walked forward, until the two of them were right at the front. She felt bad for the girl who was about to grab a tray and walk through to grab her food, but it was worth it to gain the satisfaction of having JD grin at not having to wait in line any longer. When the girl behind them shot them a disgruntled look, she glowered at her threateningly, which got her to lower her head.

“Nice, I love boyfriend privileges,” JD said, grabbing a tray. He stepped aside and gestured to the space next to him. “You coming?”

“I’ll be there in a bit, I still have to bother some people with today’s question.” She stepped away. “See you later.”

So, no, she wasn’t going to change anything about her relationships to get Courtney off her back. If Courtney wanted to try and have her revenge with her, then so be it. If she suffered because of her, then surely, surely it would be worth it.

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arcticdementor · 3 years

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Part III of my series about the changing face of L.A. Click for Parts I and II.

I ended Part II with a look at how L.A. County’s Hispanics are habitual nonvoters. Let’s pick up seamlessly from there, in Compton. Compton used to be so black (over 85%) that at my high school we had a litany of “Compton so black” jokes.

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Today, the birthplace of “gangsta rap” be not black at all. At last count (prior to the 2020 census), it was 68% Hispanic and 27% black, and I’d bet my house that the new figures will show that the Hispanic number has risen beyond 70% and the black has dropped below 25%.

Compton so Mexican its city hall’s a Home Depot parking lot.

Now dig this: In a city that’s roughly one-quarter black and almost three-quarters Mexican, of the eight elected officials (mayor, city attorney, city clerk, treasurer, and four councilpeople), only one is Hispanic. All the rest are black. And it gets better. That one Hispanic councilman won his election by just one vote, and our Soros-backed DA is prosecuting the guy for fabricating the one vote that put him over the top. Turns out the bean only ran because a black guy who’d lost his primary made a deal with him to run in his stead in exchange for giving the failed black candidate a lucrative city commissioner position if he won, and together they faked the winning vote.

Can you wrap your brain around that? The city is 70% Hispanic, and the only Hispanic council member, who only ran because a black dude made him, won by just one vote, and that vote had to be faked.

Get my point now about Hispanics not voting?

I mean, imagine a city that’s 70% black, but only one out of eight city officials is black. And then the county DA tries to nullify the vote that got that one black elected. There’d be riots! Neighborhoods would be burned to ash. Don Lemon would be screaming about “equity,” and the Biden Justice Department would be investigating the DA.

But Mexicans don’t care. They’re fine with letting the black minority pretend to be da Emperor Jones. That’s how little participatory democracy matters to them. And Dems have no desire to “enfranchise” Compton Mexicans because blacks are their most reliable and manipulatable minions. Never trade a slave for an independent contractor. Plus, as I discussed last week, when Mexicans do vote, it’s all over the map. As Newsweek contributor Richard Hanania pointed out regarding polls that show California Hispanics divided 50/50 on the Newsom recall (blacks are 65/35 against it), “I feel like it’s fun living in a state with many Mexicans because you get a wildcard aspect to politics. Keeps things exciting.”

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So what we know is that Mexi voting ambivalence is resilient. Would it be equally resilient to rightist coercion? Who knows; no rightists out here are testing the waters. The Hispanic rejection of affirmative action was due in large part to a general dislike of blacks. And in February when the black- and Jew-run L.A. school board defunded all campus police and redirected the $25 million LAUSD security budget to a program to fund the education of only black students, the discontent among L.A. Hispanics was palpable. Blacks make up barely 8% of LAUSD students (Hispanics comprise over 70%). Hispanic Twitter exploded with fury over the “black-only” payday coming at the expense of campus security, and the L.A. Times was forced to admit that Hispanic support for campus cops was massive, especially compared with support from non-Hispanic whites (a whopping 67% to 54%).

So did our local “Republicans” try to make hay out of that? Of course not, because to do so would risk offending blacks, and the GOP establishment has sworn a blood oath that it shall never allow itself any forward motion that might jeopardize its (zero) chance of “winning the black vote.”

There could literally be one black man left in L.A., and the GOP would sacrifice everything for his favor.

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So, our Mexicans are untested, and our rapidly decreasing blacks, our gradually increasing Asians, and our moneyed and influential secular Jews are a lost cause. What about our non-Jewish non-Hispanic whites?

Ay yi yi, they’re the woist of all. The leftist ones represent the bottom of the barrel of self-hating “please genocide me before I enslave again,” “I hope my son goes tranny so that my foul DNA might dead-end with my progeny’s amputated penis” wastes of space. The mostly non-Jewish white upscale deep-blue city of Manhattan Beach, for example, is filled with self-flagellating WASPs who spend their time trying to make their safe city less safe by “giving land back” to blacks who were supposedly racisted out of town in the 1920s.

And now Manhattan Beach is regularly visited by black criminals, from serial rapists to boardwalk thieves to a home-invasion attempted murder just a week ago. I’m sure the guilt-ridden Robin DiAngelos of Manhattan Beach excuse these crimes as justified reparations owed to noble negroes.

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Worse still, our “rightist” whites—those who choose to be activists—are just plain batshit crazy. Our MAGAs are violent, self-destructive, foolish, and dim-witted (I’ve covered this before, and I’ll be revisiting it next week in a column that’ll post on the eve of the gubernatorial recall).

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In largely red Beverly Hills (and surrounding Westside areas), the Persian, Israeli, and Orthodox Jews, who are not suicidal, are holding the line against the violent crime and property crime that still disproportionately come from blacks (ironically, as the county’s black community shrinks, the thugs are forced to venture beyond their comfort zone in search of victims, rather like how bears become more bold as their natural habitat shrinks). But what of the areas that are largely Hispanic? Well, our Hispanics (as the Times pointed out) have a more positive view of police than our whites. That’s something often overlooked by those who claim to study criminality in racial or ethnic groups. It’s never just about criminality; it’s also about acceptance of policing. Whites who dismantle the criminal justice apparatus are as much to blame for rampant criminality as low-IQ thugs. Portland is an example of how poisonous such whites can be; violent crime in that city isn’t the result of a huge population of blacks but a huge population of self-hating anti-cop whites.

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Our Hispanics occupy a middle ground: between black and white on the criminality scale (not as high as the former, not as low as the latter), but better than both groups on acceptance of policing. Half of L.A.’s cops and sheriff’s deputies are Hispanic, and our sheriff, Alex Villanueva—an unapologetic kick-ass crime fighter—survived the George Floyd purge last summer because his fellow Hispanics backed him against the blacks and whites who sought his ouster.

A county can weather criminality if it allows rigorous enforcement. L.A. had a lower murder rate than it does today back when there were more blacks but also more enforcement. Now that blacks, leftist whites, and secular Jews have decided that enforcement equals genocide, the last hope for the county lies with the Westside Persian/Israeli/Orthodox Jews and the Eastside beans.

There’s a logic to this, as those groups mingle more than you might think. Be it as nannies, gardeners, construction workers, warehouse personnel, or restaurant staff, the Westside is where many Mexicans go to work every day.

As one of those Westside Jews (though an outlier, as I’m “red” without being Persian, Israeli, or Orthodox), I would absolutely throw in with the beans as opposed to the leftist whites or the MAGA whites. Both groups, like blacks, have become suicidal. And suicidal people are dangerous.

Yes, Mexis have gangs, and you don’t want to walk down certain Eastside streets at night. Big shit; no one has reason to except those who live there. In the 1970s those areas were worse when they were black.

But Mexicans do the scut work around here, they don’t riot when one of their own is arrested (indeed they arrest their own), and they aren’t dangerously self-destructive.

I’ll take it.

Not that I have a choice; it’s the way it’s gonna be, demographically, whether I like it or not.

But it’s not the worst-case scenario, or even the second-to-worst. And these days that’s good enough.

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BnHA Chapter 256: Fucking Superb You Funky Little Hero Eggs

Previously on BnHA: Aizawa and Mic’s frankensteined best friend Shirakumo, better known to us as Kurogiri, had his memories briefly restored through the Power of Friendship, and was all “YO Y’ALLS BETTER GO CHECK OUT THOSE HOSPITALS” before his head started steaming like a tea kettle and he randomly fell asleep. Aizawa and Mic were all “!!” and Aizawa was all “(ಡ ﹏ ಡ)” and Mic was all “Aizawa are you crying” and Aizawa was like “NO!!!” and then they left the prison and Nao called HPSC Lady who called Hawks and was all “eck-chay ethay ospitals-hay” because Hawks, as you recall, is still a secret agent and all that. Anyway so Hawks was all “EUREKA!!” in his head which doesn’t really add up but hey, and then the chapter ended with Dr. Ujiko dancing in sadistic glee as he watched Tomura get all mad scienced. It was pretty freaky. I could use some wholesomeness right about now so let’s see if this chapter will deliver.

Today on BnHA: Class 1-A shows off the fresh skills they learned during their assorted internships, such as “determination”, “enhanced search techniques”, and “becoming a literal blob of acid.” The Wonder Trio is a particular highlight, and All Might is all “my little baby off to destroy people :’)” as he watches Deku shred a robot to pieces using Blackwhip. We then cut to Aizawa and Mic, who may or may not be planning some rogue vigilante style investigations of the whole Noumu thing, or maybe they’re just brooding, but either way they’re interrupted by Mirio and Tamaki who come running in to get them to stop Eri’s quirk from going haywire, which, yikes. The chapter then ends with All Might handing Deku a notebook full of DETAILED, CATALOGED INFO ABOUT THE PAST SUCCESSORS AND THE FUCKING SIXQUIRKS. We just have to wait two more weeks to find out what that’s all about. 2020’s got some fucking zip to it so far huh.

so it’s about a quarter past 7 right now and it’ll be a miracle if I can have this recap up by 10pm tonight. surprisingly the wait for this chapter didn’t really bother me, but this Sunday/Monday release schedule is really doing a number on my punctuality. but anyways we’ll figure it out eventually. if memory serves, there’s about a 90% chance that this week’s jump will also be a double issue, so that gives me another extra week to get my shit together lol

(ETA: so that wasn’t too far off actually! I think a three-hour turnaround time isn’t bad for 3000 words lol. and actually it was more like two hours of reading/blogging and one hour of editing/photo cropping. anyway so in all likelihood either Sunday or Monday night releases will become the norm, depending entirely on how busy that particular Sunday is. not quite the same as getting the chapter on Friday and having the whole weekend to ruminate over it but we will adjust!)

anyway, so I’m somehow remarkably unspoiled for this chapter despite it having been out for nearly a week and a half at this point. so that’s something! let’s see what we’ve got here

yaaaay my babies

All Might was offering free cotton candy, yes? I didn’t expect we’d cut right back to this lol, but you sure won’t see me complaining. I want to see what everyone else learned during their internships, and also what with the break and the last couple chapters being Tartarus-focused, it’s been about a month since I last saw my little hero eggs, and of course I missed them I’m only human

omg

did the original dialogue really reference Skynet. Horikoshi truly gives no fucks about copyright. like one or two episodes ago the anime made some copyrighted reference which you could clearly hear in the Japanese but which the English subs hilariously glossed right over. I’m trying to remember what it was now. damn. anyways we millennials can never resist a good pop culture reference, facts

OH MY GOD AOYAMA

THEY’RE EATING THE COTTON CANDY

TOKOYAMI EATING COTTON CANDY IS THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN IN 2020 THUS FAR. LET ME TELL YOU, WE REALLY NEEDED THIS

SHOUTO EATING COTTON CANDY IS THE SECOND BEST THING TO HAPPEN IN 2020. IT WAS VERY CLOSE

I STALLED FOR TIME SO MUCH AND I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF TO SAY ABOUT AOYAMA’S NEW ATTACK OH MY GOD. JUST. I DON’T KNOW YOU GUYS. THIS BOY IS REALLY OUT HERE SLICING ROBOTS IN HALF WITH HIS BRAND NEW LASER PENIS. THE AMOUNT OF FUCKS THAT HORIKOSHI GIVES IS IN THE NEGATIVES I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY

OH ARE YOU STILL GOING

is... what’s... ldkfj okay nothing to see here guys just the naked invisible chick getting all friendly with Aoyama’s beam boner. just manhandling his sparkle shaft. there are children reading this manga. I mean, they’re already mentally scarred from all the dead dogs and child quirk wine and whatnot, but still at what point do we put our goddamn foot down

anyway so somehow she’s redirecting his laser beam?? I guess with her light refracting quirk skills?? great job Hagakure with your help Aoyama can finally shoot lasers at stuff that’s behind him. you’ve mastered the power of making it so that he doesn’t have to turn around great job truly an internship well spent

“now I can yank light and warp it!” you go girl now you can whip that thing around like it’s a fucking fire hose I guess

YOOOOO MINA!!

THIS GIRL LITERALLY COATED HERSELF IN ACID AND DID A FUCKING BARREL ROLL AHHHHHHHHH. NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE IT, NO OFFENSE TO CAPTAIN DISCO DONG AND COMMODORE “I CAN DO EVERYTHING A MIRROR CAN DO” BUT THERE ARE UPGRADES AND THERE ARE UPGRADES, AND LET’S FACE IT, THIS IS THE REAL DEAL HERE

AHAHAHA I LOVE ITTTTT

is it too late for Mina to actually change her name to Acidman. what is she calling herself now again?? Pinky?? come on Mina strike some fear into the hearts of your enemies

and now All Might and the others are applauding. I don’t see Shouto’s cotton candy anymore. boy fucking inhaled that shit

oh wow, they interned under Yoroi Musha? if memory serves me, and I’m honestly not going to bother to check right now, isn’t that the samurai dude who somehow beat Ryuukyuu in the billboard charts? not that I’m still salty about that, oh wait I absolutely am but anyways

OH MY

IS THAT SOME KIRIMINA CONTENT UP IN MY PANELS. hot damn that is some cute fucking shit. Mina better not get any undue hate for this. everyone please remain calm this cute interaction does not threaten your ship in any way (unless you want it to in which case have at!!) and we can all have fun if we just play nice you guys

lmao All Might

“WE’RE ALREADY ON PAGE FOUR AND THERE ARE TWENTY OF YOU, WE DON’T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY CHILDREN”

so Satou and Ojiro learned how to punch harder and stuff. again, it’s fine, we can’t all be Acid Men. but meanwhile they interned with some lion guy named Shishido whom I INSTANTLY LOVE so that’s badass. only one character away from Shishida though, but that’s Horikoshi for you

OH MY GOD

BLAH BLAH YES ENHANCED SEARCH TECHNIQUES ZZZZZ BUT FUCKING LOOK THOUGH AT THE FLASHBACK OF HIM YEETING THEM, YESSSSSS. THE OLD WAYS HAVE NOT YET BEEN FORGOTTEN, GANG ORCA YOU ARE THE HERO WE DESERVE

meanwhile Sero, Kami, and Mineta learned how to literally kill people with their quirks flkdjsflk

(ETA: btw I really love that Mt. Lady’s internship emphasized teamwork. now there’s someone who’s come a really long way her own self. anyway I stan and she had better join the other two in the the top 10 real soon. come on BnHA society get with it.)

damn Mt. Lady what the fuck. “if you guys work together you can suffocate and electrocute villains to death with ease!” the government’s plan really is working huh; these children have become bloodthirsty, ruthless killers in a shockingly short period of time

anyways so Iida as we all recall learned how to be more footloose and fancy free, and meanwhile Kouda learned “smooth communication” from Wash, the literal washing machine man whom I also don’t still harbor a grudge against for inexplicably beating my dragon queen in the hero polls, and once again that is a lie because fuck you Wash! you’re adorable but fuck you!!

man this is taking forever why are there so many kids in this class. for anyone wondering why Horikoshi doesn’t focus on class 1-A as a whole more often and leaves them as supporting characters, this right here is why. I love these children to death but we would still be stuck in the basement arc. oh my god I just shuddered

Tokoyami mastered “improvement on all fronts” because I guess he kind of peaked at flying when it came to new moves huh. that’s fine for now

and Kiri mastered “making baddies lose the will to fight real quick” which sounds like some bullshit you’d write while desperately trying to pad your hero resume, except that it’s accompanied by this convincing panel of him chomping a steel bar in two or some shit which YIKES

can confirm, if some demonic rock man came trotting up to me and snapped off some railing from some stairs and fucking snapped it like a twig with his GIANT FOSSILIZED DINOSAUR TEETH, I’d lose my will to fight pretty quickly too

and Ochako and Tsuyu learned “determination” smdh. Horikoshi did you fucking fall asleep towards the end of this segment or what

WHO IS MAJESTIC OMG

excuse me did she just create a bunch of fucking dynamites. is that what those are. is my girl encroaching on my young son’s turf. because if she is, ENCROACH, MOMO, ENCROACH! FEEL FREE TO FUCKING IMPINGE, EVEN!! god, and I know I was bitching just a moment ago about these “lessons” becoming increasingly vague and intangible and motivational poster-y, but I read Momo and “predicting and acting efficiently”, and my thoughts immediately ran to Nighteye and Mirio’s fighting styles, and I was like “YESSSSSSSSS” because, I mean. YES, though

meanwhile Kacchan has learned...

this fucking -- I swear -- YOU LEARNED WHAT YOUR FUCKING HERO NAME IS GOING TO BE YOU TROLLING PIECE OF SHIT. oh my god. Katsuki I swear to god I will take your internet privileges. NO SRIRACHA FOR A WEEK UNLESS YOU TELL ME WHAT IT IS

oh for fuck’s sakes

don’t mind him he learned boom with five b’s and three oo’s what did you all do this week. and somehow Todoroki learned how to be even more fabulous

so All Might’s looking on in pride and giving Endeavor some mental props, and waiting for Deku to go do his thing too

sdfkj he’s thinking about the day he gave Deku THE HAIR and that “[it] feels like ancient history now.” DOESN’T IT THOUGH?

OH MY FEELS

“you don’t look back at me anymore... and you don’t need to.” oh Aizawa’s dry eye has spread to me now huh. must be those January allergies. and that’s some nice bloop there kid. great jorb

someone tell All Might he’s not allowed to look on at Deku with this much fatherly love without giving me at least a week’s notice in advance

sigh. now you’ve done it you two I’m going to become a big cat blob of feels right here and it’s all on you. you did this

oh my god a whole big panel of reactions from the other kids and I’m ( ˊᵕˋ )

lol Kacchan can’t agree with anything even if it’s a compliment. and lmao, who the fuck was that who was all “TODOROKI FINALLY YOU’RE A FAST FUCKING HIMBO HUH!” like they really went and put that “finally” in there, like they were so fucking tired of Todoroki Shouto and his LANGUID FUCKING PACE all the fucking time, GOD, FINALLY SOME SPEED BOY WE WERE DYING OUT HERE

Mineta being happy for Deku also warms my heart, ngl. we’ve gone almost an entire chapter with Mineta not doing anything even remotely perverted, can it be, has Horikoshi finally chilled the fuck out. or did I just jinx it we shall see

also love how Deku is just reduced to an inkblot here and it still is him beyond any shadow of a doubt. and poor Sero, you are also being impinged on huh

lmao Mineta’s just socking Deku in the solar plexus out of comradery and Deku’s fucking vomiting on reflex and not even paying the slightest attention wtf

I love this panel there I said it

so he’s going over and thanking Ochako for “that time” and says he’s using Blackwhip a lot better now. I assume he’s referring to when he first unlocked it and went hog wild and she was all “smh” and went and hugged him to put an end to that nonsense

oh, right!!!!

I forgot about those!! looool Horikoshi’s 2020 resolution is to make everyone Spider-Man now huh. hey everyone guess what I LOVE THIS

oh my god this wholesomeness

I fucking can’t?? yo I’m seriously living for this? I don’t get why some people think Deku inhibits Ochako’s character growth tbh. or that her story is becoming all about him. if it is, then it’s in the same way that Bakugou’s is. Deku keeps inspiring her to be better, ain’t nothing wrong with that. yes she has the crush, and she’s honest with herself and in tune with her emotions enough to be aware of it and to acknowledge it, but she refuses to be distracted by it. I actually really like that, because it shows that romantic feelings can actually exist and not be the central focus of a character’s story or their development. and I think the fear is that it somehow will become the focus, but so far I haven’t seen that happening, so it seems unwarranted to me

anyway

shit’s cute

oh no Mineta’s doing something weird I fucking did jinx it I’m sorry guys. it’s a fucking fistbump dude relax

so All Might seems to be dismissing them now, and he’s saying something about how he reordered (?? rescheduled, maybe??) class so that Aizawa can watch later. that’s nice. he’ll need something to cheer him up, and if Acidman can’t do the trick I don’t know what can

and now we’re cutting back to the dorms!! dorm shenanigans yessssss

oh no shit wait

these are not playful dorm shenanigans these are depressed Miczawa shenanigans to bring me down. nnnn

but Aizawa fucking knows something is up now, shit. that’s right son your babies are in danger

KLJKLGLKSH

okay (1) HOW HOT IS AIZAWA THOUGH HOW DOES HE ALWAYS DO THIS

and (2) is “have a karaoke contest” code for “fuck shit up” or what. son of a bitch, having these two so personally invested in the Noumu arc now is such an unexpected and wonderful gift

MIRIO NO

(ETA: but you all know Aizawa was about to say “I’d go and fuck shit up” though.)

I LOVE YOU BOTH BUT THEY WERE HAVING A SEXY ANGSTING MOMENT, MIRIO CAN YOU NOT READ THE ROOM!! DO YOU NOT SEE THEM BEING ALL ANGSTY AND DARKLY CONTEMPLATIVE!! YOU TWO OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW WHEN LOVERS ARE BONDING OVER THEIR ANGST WHICH ONLY THE TWO OF THEM UNDERSTAND! FUCKING GODDAMN

NO!!!!!

[SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LAY ONE FINGER ON HER PRECIOUS HEAD

NOOOO MY SWEET BABY GIRL

oh my fuck that sweater is the cutest fucking thing and this girl has had no shortage of cute outfits let me tell you. BUT ANYWAY SHE’S SCARED AND CRYING NOOOO. holy shit her horn is fucking huge now I don’t feel comfortable with this at all, and Nejire is Best Mom for not giving a single fuck and holding and comforting her regardless of the risk, I love her so much

OH THANK GOD

PALPABLE RELIEF. boys I’m sorry it was wrong of me to yell, you did the right thing interrupting their sexy brooding

BREAK ROOM AHHHHH THE SCOOBY SQUAD LIVES AGAINNNN

it means you constantly amaze him!! you have so much potential he doesn’t even know what the limit might possibly be! don’t act like you don’t love it. or stop being so suspicious and trying to look for the hidden meaning and just accept the praise for what it is. you did good. now ask him if he’s heard any news about Best Jeanist :/

that’s right, he was researching and making faces a while back, are we finally gonna find out what all that was about??

DSLFKAJSLDKFH

HE MADE A NOTEBOOK FOR HIM AHHHHHHHH HE KNOWS WHAT HE LIKES THIS IS AMAZING

DOES HIM GIVING HIM THE INFO IN NOTEBOOK FORM MEAN IT’S UP TO DEKU WHETHER OR NOT HE WANTS TO SHARE THIS INFO WITH KACCHAN. HMMM. OBVIOUSLY HE WILL, BUT THAT’S A REAL POWER MOVE THOUGH, DAMN

“PAST SUCCESSORS / QUIRKS” EVERYONE, THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE SECRETS OF THE SIXQUIRKS. AND THE PREVIOUS OFA AVATARS. THAT’S FINE I’M JUST GONNA. ...I’LL BE FINE. FOR TWO WEEKS. FUCK

shit. well I know it was coming, that’s another reason why I didn’t feel particularly rushed to read this chapter lol. I kinda wish I’d had the foresight to save the Korean scanlation though, just to compare. ah well it’s probably still lying around somewhere

and lol and here’s the bonus page, and this one I did see floating around tumblr haha

I’m not sure how the three smartest kids in class are all present and yet not one of them had the foresight to consider that maybe, just maybe, this could be a bad idea. let’s let the kid with the combustible sweat handle the mochi I’m sure it’ll be -- [everyone immediately dies]. anyway so that’s some good friendly advice from Horikoshi there. happy new year friends!

#bnha 256 #midoriya izuku #ashido mina #uraraka ochako #aizawa shouta #present mic #all might #aoyama yuuga #eri (bnha)#bakugou katsuki #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #oh my god I am so tired #I will maybe edit some additional tags later lol #for now I'm gonna go eat dinner

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Run. (Part 8)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven /

Words: 1705 Pairing: Tony Stark & Reader Timeline: The Avengers: Age Of Ultron [2015] Other Info: Run AU Summary: In the aftermath of Ultron’s attack, Reader gives her harebrained husband a piece of her mind before joining the rest of the team in the lab for the next plan.

April 2015

In one moment, there was shattering glass and gun shots and in the next instant, silence. You waited still not knowing if the winning team had been your own. Your song and daughter were each clinging to you closely. They were waiting on you for what to do now. Then there was the frantic stomp of footsteps on the stairs and running up the balcony. Then the door to Eddie’s room burst open and all three of you screamed.

“Guys it’s okay. It’s me! It’s Dad.” Tony panted. He was griping the doorknob tight. His expression switched between relief, worry and regret in rapid succession.

“See,” You said kissing Serina on the head and then Eddie. “I told you, nothing to worry about. So, let’s get everyone to bed okay?” With Tony’s help you got Eddie all tucked back into bed while Serina hovered by the doorway watching you. You turned Eddie’s dinosaur nightlight on before turning off the main light and ushering Tony and Serina outside.

“Holy shit!” Serina exclaimed as she looked over the balcony. The rest of the team was still there. Somewhere examining the damage that had been done. Steve and Maria were off to one side conversing with their heads tucked down low. No doubt discussing your husband and his reckless actions. The tower had suffered, but physically everyone was fine. That was the important thing. Windows, walls, tables all of that could be replaced. You were just lucking nothing more serious had happened. At your daughter’s exclamation, anyone close enough to have heard her looked up.

“Someone said a bad word, Cap, you heard her.” Tony, as he was known to do when he was nervous, cracked a joke. But as he took in the glares around the room he walked the statement back. “Right, not the time.” You placed an arm around your daughter but she shrugged you off.

“I can find my own way to my room.” She snapped before stomping off. That left you and Tony free to descend the steps into the lion’s den.

“What the hell were you thinking?” You hissed as you started walking down the stairs.

“I was thinking about them.” Tony quipped back. “I want them to live in a world where they don’t have to worry about alien invasions and killer robots.”

“You’re the only one creating killer robots!” You argued. You’d reached the bottom of the stairs. You walked past Maria and Steve and towards Bruce.

“You!” You growled at Banner. “He couldn’t have done this on his own! And I get that he can’t see past his own nose when he gets an idea in his head, but you’re supposed to be the levelheaded one! You’re supposed to have this world-renowned control! We had an agreement you and I!” Tony placed a hand on your shoulder trying to hold you back as you continued to charge at Banner. You noticed Natasha step up to Bruce’s side so that she was standing just in front of him.

“Sweetheart, maybe we don’t go charging at the man who can turn into a giant green monster, okay?” He suggested quietly.

“Oh! Oh! You want me to listen to you about what’s safe?” You rounded on him, raising your voice this time. “So just to be clear yelling at Banner is off the table, but the two of you making a killer AI who destroys my home and puts my kids in danger, that’s okay?”

“They’re my kids too, [Y/N].” Tony said quietly.

“Why don’t we give everyone a minute.” Steve suggested trying to draw some attention away from you and Tony. “Take some time to assess the damage, clean wounds, change clothes. We’ll meet back here in a half an hour. Banner, Stark, figure out what the hell happened here. Romanoff, Barton, work with them, see what systems if any were compromised.”

“They’re my kids too, damn it.” Tony mumbled again before going walking off to his lab. You sighed and followed after him.

“Tony.” You called out to him quietly, standing just outside the door to the lab. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him.

“You know why.” Tony scoffed, his back turned to you. He shuffled through mangled Iron Legionnaire parts as he tried to make his way over to the computer. You took a few steps inside and watch him and Bruce working.

“Because I would have tried to stop you?” You guessed.

“Yes, because you would have tried to stop me.” Tony slammed his fist on the desk. “And you know what?” He turned on his heels. “I would have listened to you! Because I would do anything for you. All you’d ever have to do is ask, and I’d give it to you. But this, this was important!”

“All our work is gone.” Bruce interjected, looking up from his own computer. “Ultron cleared everything out and used the internet as an escape hatch.” Natasha, Clint and Steve entered the lab. The two experienced agents stomped into the room; their faces were expressionless masks. Steve on the other hand had both of his arms folded over his chest. It was the first time you’d ever seen the captain look angry. You didn’t know he had it in him.

“He’s been in everything.” Natasha huffed. “Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other.”

“He’s in the files, he’s in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” Rhodey asked as he and Maria joined you in the lab.

“Nuclear codes?” Maria asked worriedly.

“Nuclear codes!” Rhodey nodded solemnly as he massaged his shoulder that must have been injured in the flight. “Look, we need to make some calls. Assuming that we still can.”

“Nukes?” Natasha shook her head. “He said he wanted us dead.”

“He. Didn’t say dead.” Steve disagreed. “He said extinct.”

“He also said he killed somebody.” Clint remembered.

“There wasn’t anyone else in the building, the kids are fine right, [Y/N]?” Maria asked. You nodded wordlessly.

“Yes, there was.” Tony tapped a few buttons on his keyboard and a holographic image appeared in the center of the lab. You recognized the glowing golden-orange ball despite it being broken and decayed.

“JARVIS.” You sighed.

“JARVIS was the first line of defense.” Steve frowned. “He would have shut Ultron down. It makes sense.”

Thor was the last to come charging into the room. He brushed past you and Steve and everyone else and straight towards your husband. He grabbed Tony by the throat and hoisted him in the air.

“Woah, Woah…” Steve tried to jump in to stop him, but Thor paid him no attention.

“Come on, use your words, buddy!” Tony commented as she struggled to breath.

“I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark.” Thor huffed. He released his hold on Tony, who landed on his feet.

“Now we must retrieve the scepter, again.” He complained.

“Genie’s out of that bottle.” Natasha disagreed. “Clear and present is Ultron.”

“Well if no one else is going to ask, I will.” You announced. “You two built this program. Why is it trying to kill you?” Instead of answering you, Tony just started to laugh.

“You think this is funny?” Thor questioned. He very clearly did not find the situation funny.

“No, it’s probably not. Right?” He looked over and you and then around the room at the others. “This is really terrible? Is it so…” He laughed again. “Is it so terrible?”

“This could have been avoided if you hadn’t played with something you don’t understand.” Thor chastised him.

“No.” Tony interrupted him; his tone suddenly very serious. “I’m sorry, it is funny. It’s a hoot that you don’t get why we need this!”

“Tony, maybe this might not be the time…” Bruce warned him cautiously.

“Really?” Tony hissed. “That’s it? You just roll over, show your belly? Every time somebody snarls?”

“Only when I’ve created a murder bot.” Bruce countered.

“We didn’t.” Tony insisted. “We weren’t even close. Were we close to an interface?”

“Well you did something right.” Steve sighed. “And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than SHIELD.”

“Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?” Tony asked the room at large.

“Nope, it’s never come up.” Rhodey commented sarcastically and shook his head. Around the room the others averted their gaze or rolled their eyes. Everyone except you and Rhodey who had better practice at listening to Tony’s grandiose ‘here’s why I’m right’ speeches.

“Saved New York? Anyone recall that?” Tony continued to poll his audience. You looked at Rhodey and he looked at you. Neither of you would be able to reign Tony in from his soap box. “A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. We’re the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the livelong day, but that up there,” He pointed up at the ceiling. “That’s the endgame. How were you guys planning on beating that?”

“Together.” Steve answered, not caring if the question was rhetorical.

“We’ll lose.” Tony shook his head.

“Then we’ll do that together too.” Steve assured him. “Thor’s right. Ultron’s called us out. I’d like to find him before he’s ready for us.” He added loud enough for the rest of the team to hear. “The world’s a big place, let’s start making it smaller.”

“How can I help, Cap?” You asked Steve.

“No, no,” Tony shook his head. “Absolutely not. I don’t want you involved.”

“You involved me when you brought your work home with you, literally.” You snapped at him. “And I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Steve.” You looked back at the captain and waited for his answer.

“If Ultron’s been in our files,” Steve sighed, scratching his head. “We might have to go old school. We could use some help bringing up old SHIELD files from the basement.”

“I’m on it.” You saluted the Captain and left the lab. You were almost at the elevator when you got a text from your husband.

Run?

Absolutely not. You texted back furiously. You made this mess, you clean it up.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark FF #Tony Stark x Reader #Tony Stark Fan Fiction #Tony Stark Fan Fic #Tony Stark FF #Tony Stark Reader Insert #Age Of Ultron #Run AU

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Legacy Questionnaire

Thought this would be fun to do so I can look back on it after a few more generations pass and see how some answers change. This can also be done as a ‘send me a number’ game so if you want to do that you can find the original post by @melien, here. Inspired by @an0nymousghost, you can check out their post here!

1. When did you start your legacy? What inspired you to do it?

I started this Legacy on March 28, 2019. I usually do challenges where there are a lot of rules for each generation but I wanted to start something where I could do pretty much what I wanted and play a little bit more out of my comfort zone. And I’d seen a lot of amazing Legacies on Simblr that made me want to do my own and post it.

2. Are you following any strict rules there or just play how you want?

Nah, I’m basically just doing what I want.

3. Post the oldest picture you have from your legacy save.

The first ever Sharp house. Originally created by lilsimsie but I gave it a renovation. It’s up for download if anyone wants it!

4. What’s so special about your founder that you wanted to start a legacy with them?

She wasn’t really special to be honest. I just finally made a Sim that I managed to enjoy playing enough to not give up and start a new family like I’ve done a few times before with Legacy Challenges.

5. Favourite generation(s)

Generation 1 was probably my favourite. Which makes it sounds like I’ve enjoyed the family less and less as the challenge has gone on but that not the case at all. I think it’s because even though it was only a little over a year ago, I have a bit of nostalgia for that generation? Idk, I’m weird.

6. Favourite heir.

Probably Harper, the Gen 3 heir.

7. Favourite spare.

Either Abi from Gen 1 or Jordan from Gen 3.

8. Favourite spouse.

Alessia, the Gen 4 spouse. I’m gonna be really sad when I have to move on to Gen 5 and stop playing her.

9. Top 5 favourite legacy sims.

1. Jordan 2. Alessia 3. Sonny 4. Abi 5. Hayley

10. Top 3 favourite couples.

1. Safiya and Milo - the OG couple of this challenge. I have to stan. 2. Jordan and Jackson - kinda look like brothers but I just love them so much. 3. Eli and Alessia - currently playing them and they’re so cute.

11. If you ever did any story lines, what is the one you’re most proud of?

I’m not a huuuge fan of making big story lines for my Sims but sometimes I have little things in my head about the Sims’ personality or their motivations for doing certain things that someone looking through my legacy won’t know because I don’t necessarily put them into my posts to make a huge story.

12. Any memorable moments?

Mango, a cat from Gen 2, randomly going into labour. I literally don’t know how she got pregnant.

13. Any funny moments?

None that I can think of. That’s upsetting.

14. The most unexpected twist in your legacy?

Some of the kids were unexpected twists - Harper and Hazel weren’t supposed to exist and neither was Eli but I have a problem with making my Sims have too many kids.

15. Favourite name used on your sims?

I remember being very excited about naming Gus. And I love the name Sonny, especially for a boy. For surnames, I was really proud of Nair and Lane, even though they’re pretty basic lmao.

16. Who of your legacy sims you can relate the most to?

I don’t really relate to any but if I had to choose it would either be Abi or Harper.

17. Do you usually get attached to them or just play without deep thinking?

I get kind of attached in that I love looking back at old screenshots and remember how fun it was to play them but I don’t cry when my Sims die or anything like that because I usually have other Sims that I can move onto and focus on. And like... if I really wanted to see a Sim again, I probably have them saved somewhere.

18. Any surprise babies? What was the story?

Not really a surprise because I made it happen, but Harper and Hazel were not part of my original plan for Generation 2. I planned on Faye only having 2 kids but I was bored and when that happens I usually cure the boredom by having more kids, which I’m trying very hard to stop doing because after the excitement of having the baby is over, I can be even less interested in playing than I was initially.

19. Who of your sims has the best style?

I feel like none of my Sims have the best style, they’re all pretty generic, but if I had to choose... Jordan or Harper.

20. Who is the best genetic mix of their parents?

This is definitely a flaw of The Sims 4 and its shitty skin tones but I quite like that Max and Jordan (who are twins) have a slight mix of their parent’s genetics. Max has Harper’s hair and Cheyanne’s skin tone. And Jordan has Cheyanne’s hair and Harper’s skin tone.

Again, this shouldn’t be a thing. The kids should have a skin tone that’s in the middle of what their parents’ skin tone is but I just thought it was interesting when I noticed it.

21. Is your legacy berry, vanilla, banilla, or a mix of those?

Vanilla in the sense that they aren’t berry sims but not vanilla in the sense that I use a lot of CC and some mods.

22. Have you ever done another legacies apart from this one?

I’ve started a few, two of which I began posting on here but then deleted because I didn’t like how they were going. I was 100% expecting to give up with the Sharp family as well but it’s going pretty good so far.

23. How many generations are you aiming for? When you reach a certain milestone, are you going to continue playing or just wrap up the whole thing?

If I lose interest at any point and genuinely get bored of the Sharp family then I’ll probably stop at the end of whichever generation I’m on but ideally I want to complete 10 generations. I might take a Sim born in the final generation and use them in another legacy/challenge I start as a spouse or something but I’ll stop with the Sharp Legacy after 10.

24. Have you ever done any other challenges with your sims from the legacy?

At some point I probably will use someone from the Sharp family in something else but so far I haven’t. I will be using a Sim from another challenge/family in Sharp Gen 5 though.

25. What do you do when you feel uninspired playing the legacy?

Either stop playing The Sims 4 altogether or play another challenge/family for a bit.

26. Have you had your sims die? Which death was the hardest to take?

I’m on Gen 4 so a lot of Sims have died at this point, all from old age. So far, Harper’s was probably the hardest to take.

27. Do you have this one OTP that stands out among the other legacy couples? Tell us about them!

Jordan and Jackson. I don’t know what it is about them, I just love them so much. Sometimes I wish I made Jackson the heir. I knew that for Gen 4 I wanted to live in Sulani and do Island Living stuff but I didn’t mold Jordan into an Island Living type of Sim so it wouldn’t have fit very well.

28. Have you had a sim who you grew to like?

Eli was very unplanned and I had no idea what to name him and I was like ugh why did I do this but now I love him a lot. Originally, I named him Casper.

Bailey was also very hard to name. I’ve always really loved her, it’s just the name that I’m not sure about. I like the name Bailey but something about Bailey Sharp isn’t my fave. And Sonny and Bailey don’t go together that well imo. But at the same time, now I couldn’t imagine her having a different name so... idk.

29. Have you had a sim that you fell in love with right away?

I’m always obsessed with the first born in a generation so - Abi, Hanna, Max & Jordan, Sonny

30. Do you choose your heirs yourself or make heir polls?

I have thought about making an heir poll when I’m not sure what I want to do for the next Generation but so far, I’ve managed to figure it out so I haven’t needed a poll.

Also, when it comes to choosing an heir, I usually like to choose when they are still a child so I can kind of mold them into what I want for the next Generation as they’re growing up. So making a poll would be hard because the people voting wouldn’t know my plan and I wouldn’t want to give major spoilers for what’s to come.

31. The first legacy memory that pops up in your head?

Safiya going to a cafe to make friends but she ended up just sitting alone drinking coffee. Or when Cheyanne and Harper went on a date and Harper died...

32. The hottest sim?

Gus, Max or Brandie

33. The prettiest sim?

I feel like I’ve been very lucky with this family because all the kids have been really pretty but if I had to choose, probably either Abi, Hayley or Jordan.

34. The most unique sim?

I feel like all my Sims are pretty basic to be honest. If I had to choose... maybe Jordan? I’m not sure.

35. Have you had any sims that remind you of someone?

I’ve never really thought about it, so I guess not.

36. Do you use other people’s sims in your legacy?

I think most of the Sims I’ve used for this Legacy are either pre-made Sims in the saves I’ve been using or I’ve made them. I don’t think I’ve specifically downloaded anyone from somewhere for my Sim to marry. I probably will do that at some point though.

37. Imagine if you had a chance to meet one of your sims. Who would it be?

That’s so weird for me to imagine but if I had to, either Jordan or Harper.

38. Do you have that one generation you wish you’d done differently?

I love Brandie and Eli so much but I sometimes wish Harper and Cheyanne had Max and Jordan and then were done with babies because 2 generations in a row with 4 babies is a bit much.

39. Your favourite non-romantic relationship in the legacy?

Harper and Hazel were fun to play with at the beginning of Gen 3 when they went to university.

40. Random fun fact about your legacy you want to share!

I’m trying to make each generation a bit different and focus on a pack. Gen 1 and Gen 2 were both fairly generic but Gen 3 had a university theme for a while and Gen 4 is Island Living. Gen 5 will probably be a mix of Island Living and Eco Lifestyle (if I can be bothered to figure out how to properly work Eco-Lifestyle).

#sharpfam #idk what to tag this lmao

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peaches-of-1 · 4 years

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Update 2/17/2020

So, I said last night that I’d have an update for you. Here it is.

I have been working more on my side blog iris-idol more than this one here, and so that’s a whole world unto itself. Still, I have several unfinished projects and unanswered asks that I need to address.

Do not hesitate to inquire about things I might have missed / forgotten to include.

1. Peachtober Day 30 - I need to do the last day of Peachtober, and it is a very extensive process that I do for writing my musical AUs. My sleep schedule is trash, and I wake up at 4pm giving me no time to really get my day started and into a groove for that sort of intense thing. I do plan to do so

2. BTS Naga!AU- Posted the first chapter in November. I will finish this before summer. I promise. I just have two chapters to figure out because I wrote myself into a corner in the first chapter and thought it would work itself out...it didn’t.

3. Jungkook MLM!AU- It is something I’ve put off for nearly two years I think? I’ve gained more confidence in writing the BTS maknae since hiding from that project (cuz let’s be real, I was terrified about writing that chapter anyways)

4. Circus!AU - Another thing that I started and got overwhelmed with. It got so much so fast, and I tried to plan ahead but that just made me even more scared and freaked out. I wanna do more thoough, so my plan is to start this again DURING SUMMER. So around May or June, this will start up again

5. BWAM w/ Jay Park & G-Dragon- I’ll be putting a poll up for this pretty soon with a few questions about one of my fave smuts

6. Training - My smuttiest smut and probably the reason a lot of you are here. I haven’t been in a smutty mood recently, and that one is just for fun. So when the mood comes, so will Y/N in that story.

7. Moodboards / Reactions - I will reply to all of those and see if anyone is still interested in me doing those or not. Specifically with moodboards, the main website that I use to make these may or may not be shutting down its free service and I have yet to familiarize myself with my backup since it’s so different and more limited cuz I don’t have photoshop

Overall, I’ve been preoccupied with a different blog and scared about possible backlash from my fanfics. I literally have only gotten 1 or 2 hate messages in my whole time running this blog, so IDK why I’m scared. I’m really sensitive to that stuff, but I know it’ll be ok overall.

TL;DR: I will be finishing my projects and will be posting more, just give me some time and summer will be jopping with new fics and moodboards.

Thank you for all ur support. ~Peaches

#I say things #Update

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veep rewatch - 2.09

Season Two, Episode Nine - Running

aka - The One Where Selina Gets High

(this is such a great episode of Veep. truly a classic. It has everything. Dan and Amy being cute, Ben and Kent with their Oscar/Felix routine, Jonah actually serving a purpose in the plot, Mike at his most hapless, Selina trying to take her future into her own hands, and Gary making things worse by being Gary.)

~*~

“Mood is good…we just need six more years like today and they will vote us POTUS.” This seriously might be the only example of Dan thinking long-term in the entire show. Six whole years! Although obviously he’s not really thinking about sticking with Selina for that long, as this episode proves.

Amy in a pregnancy-concealing shirt-dress. I think this is her first shirt-dress of the series! (I have mixed feelings about it.)

“I don't know. One of Gaddafi's sons. They're polling better.”

All the “in six years when we run!” talk in this episode—so unsubtle that it’s very clearly not going to be six years—makes me wonder when the writers officially decided that Selina would become President. Actually, since it was likely planned from the beginning, instead I would ask how they decided it should happen, and at which point in the show.

“Young Chungers.” Shoot me in the face.

I like that they still have Secret Service Agent Martin from S1 on Selina’s detail…good continuity work.

They build up so sneakily to the bit with the glass door!

Selina’s Secret Service code name is Duchess. I wonder what everyone else’s code names are during S4, when they finally make it to the White House. It’d be hilarious if Dan’s were something like “Douchebag” or “Frat Boy.”

Selina: Do you have a mirror? Gary:…No. Selina: *angrily* Yes, you do.

“So we both jump together…like Butch and Sundance.” I melt. (Also, I fully just realized I named their kid Cassidy in my fic...just like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Oh my god. This show has fully imprinted on my subconscious.)

“I guess we just follow the trail of her blood and Gary’s tears.”

Awww, Dan literally speeds up to get to the door so he can open it for Amy. (I know it’s for the joke but STILL.)

“That would solve ALL my validation issues with my dad!”

“Amy, look at how tiny I can make myself.”

Jonah: The VP’s office can be very insubordinate, they insubord me all the time…do you know that they call me Jonad? That’s tantamount to calling the President Jonad! Ben: No it’s not. He is the President. You are Jonad.

Dan-Amy parent-watch: immediately recognizing that Selina is high as a fucking kite and they have to explain it to Gary and Mike.

Mike: Everyone is going to know that she walked through a glass door, Dan, because she looks like she walked through a fucking glass door Selina: *gesturing to her face* Yeah, check this out!

“There’s a press van out there, Mike, you better hope that Russell Crowe is getting ready to jump!” One of my favorite Dan lines.

“I’ve had my stomach pumped before, I think I can figure it out.”

“Jesus, look at his stupid gaping mouth. Let’s put stuff in it.”

“I can even say your name the other way…han-oj.”

That shot of Selina and Mike both passed out in the hotel suite bedroom. Perfect.

Amy: So she’s either crazy, or she’s starting a presidential campaign. Dan: Yeah, I’d say the two are synonymous. All I wanted for these two was to babysit unstable narcissistic politicians together for the rest of their lives.

“Fix it, or I'll liaise your balls to your desk.”

“All I'm saying is that there are going to be difficult choices to make, you know? Like Sophie's Choice choices, except more important because it's gonna be about me.”

Reid Scott looks very good in his douchey expensive sunglasses and outerwear. And he’s wearing one of his Slytherin ties.

“Burn everything incriminating, including this building! Burn all the White House pets and then yourselves! Burn yourselves first.”

“Oh god, this zipper is like a cheese-grater on my dick!��

Ben: So which one of us do you think Andre the Giant Jagoff is gonna obey? Kent: Jonah? Ben: Yeah. Kent: 100 bucks says you. Ben: Really? Kent: He’s an idiot. I'm surprised he gets to work without being hit by a car or punched in the mouth. I like to think that during Jonah’s impeachment hearings, Kent would come by to visit Ben and they would watch him on the tv and talk about what a complete fuck-up he still was.

Love that little moment of Dan supporting Mike after they’ve been running…I like the begrudging harmony between them that emerges in this season (which is still mostly disdain). Their conversation in 7.02 about Mike’s email address is, like, one of Dan’s more human moments in the whole final season.

Amy parent!watch: Amy: Well done, ma’am. Selina: I am done. Amy: Mmhmm, yes ma’am, you’re all done! Amy’s inflection here is exactly like she’s talking to a little child…like she’s soothing her daughter who just had a vaccination or a dentist appointment. Absent-minded but still reassuring, repetitive platitudes designed to deflect emotional blow-ups.

Dan to Mike about Selina buying Mike’s boat. “Man, that’s low…that’s like trying to have sex with someone who’s passed out.”

#veep #veep rewatch #2.09 #running #selina meyer #amy brookheimer #dan egan #mike mclintock #jonah ryan #ben cafferty #kent davison #this zipper is like a cheese grater on my dick #butch and sundance

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not-close-to-straight · 5 years

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Cupid Comes Calling (Two)

PART THREE HERE!

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“Tony, I have papers for you!” Pepper was cheery and bright as she set a stack on his desk. “Nothing like pre-broadcast work before the actual work begins, right?”

“Pepper, my love.” Tony smiled up at the pretty redhead. “If it were always you bringing me my paperwork, I might not hate it so much.”

“Oh stop that, you love looking so busy all the time.. We all know it makes you feel important.” She kicked out of her high heels and perched on the side of his desk. “And not to add to how important you feel, but the boss man really loved the spot we did on Sweethearts Cafe so he wants to do more of those as a fluffy filler pieces. He thinks it will be good for the community, us spotlighting smaller businesses.”

“That’s fine, if you and Sam put together a list for me--”

“Right here.” she handed him a post it. “We already have several to get us through the next few weeks and then we thought the station could hold a poll? People can call in and nominate small businesses they think are deserving of a little more attention.”

“I love it, sounds wonderful, thank you.” Tony kept scribbling away at his paperwork. “Anything else on your mind?”

“Wellllll….” she clicked her tongue. “Is there anything you want to talk to me about?”

“Nothing important.” Tony kept right on working. “I really liked that green sweater you wore yesterday, but it looked terrible against the background so maybe pull that one out of rotation, huh?”

“Oh, yes I will do that.” she nodded. “Yes, will do that.”

There was another moment of quiet and Tony sighed out loud. “Pepper, if you need to say something just say it.”

“Oh thank god.” Pepper’s eyes sparked teasingly. “What are your plans for Big and Blonde and Dark and Gorgeous for Valentines Day? Because Sam thinks you’re going to whisk them away for a romantic weekend, but I think you’re more of a homebody and will cook them dinner and wear those super tight pants you think we all don’t notice hugs your package.”

“Um--” The pen dropped from Tony’s hand. “This conversation derailed spectacularly, didn’t it? What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Valentines day.” she said impatiently. “First Valentines Day with Steve and Bucky? It’s a big deal and I am dying to know what you’re doing for them!”

“I have nothing planned.” Tony said slowly. “I mean, if they want me to come along for dinner or something then--”

“What do you mean, come along?” Pepper interrupted. “You don’t think they will make plans without you, do you? That would be very stupid.”

“I don’t know if they’ve made plans or not, but if they have I’m not going to intrude--”

“Tony, you know those boys love you, right?” She interrupted him again. “I mean, you know that right? They are complete doofuses and I don’t think they know they love each other or you quite yet, but you know they do, don’t you?”

“I don’t…” Tony coughed. “We haven’t said anything like that. Not-- no. We’ve only been spending time together since Christmas and--”

“Spending time together-- sorry, I’m interrupting you again, but honestly Tony, spending time together? That’s what you think you’re doing?” Pepper’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me with this?”

“Pepper--”

“You’ve been smiling more in the last six weeks than I’ve ever seen you smile and we’ve worked together for four years!”

“Pepper.”

“And don’t get me started on how dumb those boys are around you. I thought they were bad when they were only sleeping with each other but now that you are involved they are positively stupid about it all.”

“Pepper, honey--”

“You three should be planning the best Valentines Day ever because you are all ridiculously hot and so obviously in love.” She said firmly. “This is so stupid, you sitting here doing paperwork when you should be looking up kinky things to do with your hot boyfriends oh my--”

“Pepper!”

“What!”

“I love you.” Tony tugged her over the desk to kiss her cheek. “But you need to get to make up and go over your stories for tonight, so why don’t you let me finish my work and maybe we can get coffee after the broadcast.”

“Fine.” Pepper turned a darling nose in the air and sniffed. “But think about what I said.”

“It’s all I’ll think about.” Tony winked at her. “Get going.”

“I can’t wait to hear all the gossip.” She blew him a kiss. “See you out there, Mr. Stark.”

“Ms. Potts.” Tony went back to work the second his door closed.

He had way too much to do to spend any time thinking about Valentines Day.

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“Oh my god, I have way too much to do to be thinking about Valentines Day.” Tony muttered but damn it he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Steve, not when he was wearing a dark red sweater that had no business fitting him so well.

And he certainly couldn’t look away from Bucky who actually split a seam in his dress shirt when he bent his arms/flexed/whatever to flash the camera a double thumbs up.

Steve looked like sin painted in red and the second the cameras were off him, Bucky really flexed and ruined the rest of his shirt and Pepper had to be prompted twice to stop staring and actually say her lines and Tony-- Tony could not stop thinking about Valentines Day.

“Hey sugar lips.” Bucky sidled up behind Tony and lay a soft kiss on the back of his neck. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Nothing.” Tony closed the hotel app on his phone and put it away, turning around so Bucky could kiss him properly. “Please tell me you’re going to go put another shirt on, your sleeves are literally hanging in pieces.”

“Sam says I look like a Chippendale's dancer.” Bucky waved his arms, the sleeves only connected at his shoulders and down at his wrists. “Stevie says I look like a pirate. I think I look like a bird.” His pale eyes darkened playfully. “Whatcha think, Tony?”

“I think it was insanely hot that you flexed and ruined your shirt.” Tony admitted. “But also, Bucky why are you wearing shirts so small that you can rip them like that?”

“Oh it's your shirt.” Bucky told him, and Tony dropped his face into his hands. “Yeah, you left it at my place a few weeks ago and I didn’t have any clean shirts this morning and I gotta say--” he flapped his arms, the pieces of sleeves wafting in the air. “-- I didn’t realize I was so much bigger than you.”

“So you’re buying me a new shirt then, hm?”

“Uh. Yes.” A quick nod. “Yes, I’ll be buying you a new shirt.”

“Good.” Tony pursed his lips for another kiss and Bucky held him tight until Steve came along to pry them apart, demanding a turn of his own.

“Hey baby.” Steve chuckled quietly when he felt Tony clutch at his sweater as they kissed. “It’s a good color on me, right?”

“Yeah, it definitely is.” Tony stepped away and cleared his throat. “So listen. Valentines Day is this weekend and I don’t know what you guys usually do--”

“Drink pink things and have sex on counters.” Bucky answered helpfully, then oophed when Steve elbowed him. “I mean-- church. We do-- church.”

“We haven’t made any plans.” Steve pushed Bucky back behind him so the brunette wouldn’t say quite as many things. “But we have a few ideas, so we should all definitely talk about what we’re going to do. As a couple--” he thought for a second. “--threesome? Are we a threesome? There’s got to be a better name for that.”

“I’m sure there’s a better name for it.” Tony agreed. “Can we have dinner tomorrow night and figure something out?”

“Why do ya make it sound like it's a business meeting?” Bucky frowned around Steve’s shoulder. “It’s not a business meeting, I have every intention of getting both of you--” he reached up and ripped his mic off the ruined shirt. “--getting both of you naked and sexed the hell up, ain’t no business meeting about it.”

“Okay, what Bucky means--” Steve sighed. “--is that you tend to talk about date nights or hanging out as if it has to be scheduled in and have a syllabus--” Bucky raised an eyebrow and Steve elbowed him again-- “Don’t look so surprised, I know real words.”

“You guys think I treat date nights like meetings?” Tony echoed. “Are you serious?”

“Well --” Bucky scratched at his chin and Tony had to look way from the ripped sleeves so he could roll his eyes. “--you ask twenty four hours in advance, set a time and place, text us a few times to confirm, leave in time to go get showered and all for work. Sorta seem like you treat them like a meetin’.”

“Oh.” Tony started to say something then stopped, started again and stopped with his mouth open. “Um-- well--I don’t mean to act like that. I just want to make sure-- With three of us there’s a lot of things to figure out and timing and being aware of everyone’s personal space and--”

“You can come over whenever you want, babe.” Steve checked to make sure no one was paying them much attention before stepping close and kissing Tony again. “I have no personal space. Come over whenever and however often you want. Hell, even if I’m not home you can come over. Take a shower, eat something, whatever you want to do.”

“Same, sugar.” Bucky assured him. “Don’t need to make a plan. Half th’time Stevie doesn’t even tell me he’s comin’ over, just shows up and gets nekkid--”

“That’s not exactly true--”

“--It’s completely true.” Bucky maintained. “And it don’t matter. M’always happy to see him just like I’d always be happy to see you.”

“Thanks.” Tony’s smile was bright enough that Bucky and Steve felt a little bad for not saying anything sooner. “That’s um-- I love that. Thank you. I will stop scheduling dates and just drop by.”

“Tonight?” Bucky asked hopefully. “You’ll drop by tonight? I’m going over to Stevie’s, why don’t you ride with us?”

“Tomorrow night.” Tony amended. “I have plans tonight with other friends so--”

“You have other friends?” Sam poked his head into their conversation. “Tony, you have other friends besides us? I’m shocked and appalled. And curious. Are your other friends hot?”

“I’m standing right here and definitely heard that.” Pepper poked Sam in the ribs. “Don’t ask about hot friends when you have been ignoring this hot friend for an entire week.”

“Have I been ignoring you, Pep?” Sam wound an arm around her waist, yanking her close for a kiss. “How do you know I haven’t just been making you wait for it so you’re all good and desperate come this weekend and give me all that good loving?”

“My god, and you guys fuss at us about our mics?” Bucky made a gagging motion. “That was terrible.”

“Bucky, earlier today you asked Steve to remember to pick up condoms and to make sure they were the magnums and not the off brand because they ripped last time.” Sam stated. “How is that not terrible?”

“But that’s a valid thing to say.” Bucky pointed out. “Last time they ripped so this time we gotta get the good ones.”

“But I had to hear it over my mic.” Sam argued back. “Which makes it terrible.”

“Magnum?” Pepper glanced down pointedly and Bucky sent her a sly wink. “How did I miss that conversation?”

“Annnnnnnnnd now we’re leaving.” Sam steered Pepper away from the conversation. “Have a good night guys!”

“Who are these mysterious other friends?” Steve turned back to Tony. “Anyone we know?”

“I realize this might shock you guys, but yes I have a life outside of the people I know from work.” Tony kissed them both on the cheek. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky blew Tony a kiss as he headed for the door. “Damn he’s got a sweet ass.”

“Right?” Steve held up his hands in a frame, Tony’s butt square in the middle. “Got-damn do I love that wiggle.”

“So listen.” Bucky hooked their fingers together so they could leave for the night. “I picked up a few things that we can try out before trying them with Tony, you know? See which one’s we like the best?”

“Bucky.” Steve narrowed his eyes. “Did you buy edible underwear?”

“Why on earth would you think I--” Steve narrowed his eyes a little further and Bucky shrugged. “Alright fine, I couldn’t find any that I liked. So no. No edible underwear. You happy?”

“I’m not not happy.” A half hearted shrug. “And by the way, if it weren’t for your whole biting kink I’d be probably be more open to the edible underwear thing. But the last time you bit me I had a bruise on my hiney for like a week and a half.”

“Did you just call your ass your hiney?”

“I said what I said.” Steve was quiet for a few minutes as they pulled out into traffic, then-- “So what did you buy to try out?”

“I got a new lube.” Bucky said immediately. “Came in a bottle shaped like a dick. Had to order it online. It's red and sparkly and is supposed to smell like spiced apples. Came with a little sample size, figure you and me could try it out? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“Dick shaped, spiced apple scented sparkly lube?” Steve’s hand landed rather north of Bucky’s knee, sliding upwards with clear intent. “That definitely sounds like it's going to be fun.”

“So so fun.”

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“It was a good night for Rangers fans, real intense game yesterday evening, and we’re always happy when our team brings a win home. That’s all I’ve got for sports, back to you Sam.”

Steve wasn’t as cheerful as he usually was on camera, even if he had all his stats correct for once. In fact, he was barely smiling at all, his jaw set in an almost stern expression. He was turned a little to the side as well, not quite facing the camera and despite all of Tony’s jumping up and down and waving and pointing for him to turn and several warnings in his ear piece, Steve stayed in the same position until they went to break.

“Damn it, Steve!” Tony was outright scowling as he stomped forward. “It’s sports, not obituaries! Smile! Face the camera! Why are you frowning! Jocks are supposed to be goofy, easy going guys, you are not supposed to look like you’re delivering a verdict!”

“Sorry Tony.” Steve muttered, turning just a little bit further away so his entire right side was hidden from view. “I’ll uh-- I’ll work on it.”

“....why are you turning away from me?” Tony’s scowl deepened. “Steve. Steve!”

“Hey hey hey.” Bucky slid between them, very casually blocking Tony’s view of Steve. “Hey, ain’t nothing to worry about sweetheart. Steve’s um--” a glance behind him. “Well, Steve is-- okay here’s the thing, Steve is-- um. Well, the thing about Steve is--”

“What’s the thing about Steve?”

They both jumped when Tony raised his voice and he stepped away, hands raised apologetically. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to yell at you, Steve I didn’t mean to yell at you either. I’m having a rough day and Steve honestly, you’re looking terrible on camera right now and I hate that. You are way too hot to look bad on camera.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” Steve still didn’t turn, but he shifted very concerned eyes in Tony’s direction. “You didn’t have fun with your friends last night? Too much paperwork this morning? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tony batted Bucky’s hand away when it landed on his ass. “Bucky stop trying to squeeze my butt, it won’t make me feel better. And really, I’m fine. I’m just tired and stayed up too late with my friends and-- Bucky! My ass is fine!”

“Hell yeah it is.” Bucky dropped a kiss on Tony’s hair. “Just try to relax honey. I’ll take you home with me tonight, take care of you.”

“Wait, I thought the three of us were going to have a date night.” Tony leaned into the kiss so Bucky gave him another. “Steve are you going to come too?”

“Uh nope.” Steve shook his head quickly. “Nope, not tonight. Had a change of plans.”

“I don’t--” Tony looked between them curiously. “You had a change of plans? From having sex with--”

“Mics!” Pepper called cheerily. “Thank you!”

“--from spending time with me and Bucky?” Tony finished. “What else could you possibly have to do? I thought we were going to figure out plans for Valentines Day.”

“Steve needs to--” Bucky cleared his throat. “Steve has to go to the doctor after work. Just a quick check up. Nothing serious. He has a--ahem-- he has a rash? But it’s not like a gross one, it’s just a regular sort of... thing”

“We’re back in five Tony!”

“Okay!” Bucky clapped his hands loudly. “Okay well we will not be talking about Steve’s rash, he will keep sort of facing away from everyone and everything’s just fine. Here we go.”

The rest of the broadcast went off without a hitch, as long as Tony didn’t count Steve sitting fucking sideways, but as soon as they were off the air Bucky went right back over to Steve’s desk, yanking him out of the chair and dragging him back to Tony’s office.

“Tony, we have something to tell you.” Bucky shut and locked the door and Tony looked up in surprise. “It's sort of my fault that Steve was acting so weird during broadcast and I feel bad about it, but I don’t want you to be mad at just him so I'm just going to tell you what happened.”

“I’m not mad.” Tony told them, leaning back in his chair. “Just sort of annoyed I guess. Long day and all that. So what happened? Why is it Bucky’s fault and Steve-- OH MY GOD what the hell happened to your face?”

Tony rushed around his desk to grab Steve’s jaw, turning his face so he could see the rash spreading up his cheek. “Steve, what the hell? Does this hurt?” he touched the red bumps lightly and Steve hissed. “How did this happen? Did you use a new face cream or moisturizer or--?”

He frowned. “It’s in a weird shape, too. Are you alright, babe?”

“Bucky?” Steve sounded supremely annoyed. “Would you like to tell the story or should I?”

“I’ll tell it.” Bucky breathed out slowly. “But Tony, when you hear this story keep in mind that it’s actually a good thing that this happened, because it could have been much much worse if you would have been involved, okay?”

“....Okay?” Tony sat on his desk, tugging at Steve so he’d come stand between his knees. “So tell me what happened.”

“I bought a new lube.” Bucky began, tsking when Steve grimaced over another light touch on his chin. “And it came with a sample tube so I thought Steve and I would try it out first--”

“Smart, you never want to wait for a holiday to break out a new lube for the first time.” Tony nodded, scooting Steve closer and slipping his hands under the dress shirt to get to soft skin, massaging at Steve's back to try and get him to relax. “What was the lube like?”

“Scented like spiced apples.” Bucky said with a grin, but Steve frowned and added, “--and it came in a container shaped like a dick.”

“So Bucky got it because it was shaped like a dick.” Tony nodded. “Got it.”

“That but also because it was red and sparkly.” Bucky defended. “Very Valentines Day themed. I was trying to make it romantic.”

“It sounds very romantic, babe.” Tony was genuinely making an effort to pay attention, but Steve was warm and solid against him and god it had been a long day and he sort of just wanted to fall into bed with his boyfriends-- boyfriends? They could say that, right?-- and sleep until the weekend. “So what happened?”

“Well, I put some on.” Bucky continued hesitantly. “And it warmed up real nice and sort of tingled and it smelled nice…”

“Yeah?” Tony leaned away when he felt Steve tense. “And then--?”

“And then some got on Steve’s face and he broke out.” Bucky finished. “So yeah. It’s a lube break out. Apparently his skin is super sensitive, so it’s a good thing that I used it first and it’s even better that we figured out Steve can’t handle it before we slathered it other places, ya know?”

“I’d say it’s definitely better.” Tony nodded, but then-- “How did Steve get it on his cheek though? Because I’ve had quite a bit of sex in my day, and I’ve never had lube on my face.”

“Uh well--” Bucky coughed. “Well you know--” another cough. “The lube was on me, right? And Steve was down on his knees--”

“The lube was on you though.” Tony emphasized. “Like on your dick. Was Steve tasting it? Why didn’t he just dip his finger in the-- Wait.”

Bucky tried to hide a smile behind his hand when Tony peered a little closer at Steve’s face. “Wait, it's in a real weird shape. A very oddly specific shape about the same length as--” a sharp glance at Bucky’s lap. “Steve, why is there a dick print of lube on your face?”

“Because I was gonna blow him.” Steve muttered and something like a snort escaped from Bucky when Tony asked, “With your face!?”

“No, but we were joking around and Bucky sorta--” Steve touched his face gingerly. “You know, he sorta-- you know how when you’re gonna go down on someone and he sorta slaps you with his dick?”

“When I’m gonna go down on someone and he slaps me with his dick.” Tony repeated. “No. No I have literally never gone down on someone and got dick slapped. That's not--nope. Blowjob would be over if that happened. Who does that?”

“You’ve never--” Bucky’s cheeks heated. “You’ve never did a little slappy slap? Or got a little slapping yourself?”

“You’re asking me if I have whipped my dick out and slapped a partner across the face with it.” Tony kept blinking at the redness sweeping up Steve’s cheek. “Is that-- is that something you guys do?”

“I was trying to be sexy!” Bucky said loudly, getting a little defensive as Tony’s eyes started crinkling with laughter. “Stevie’s gorgeous down on his knees and we were playing around a little bit so I had to establish a little dominance!”

“A little dominance.” Tony started to giggle. “Just establishing dominance on the one side? Just on this one cheek? Why not the other side as well?”

“It’s not funny Tony!” Steve huffed. “My face hurts!”

“And I’m real sorry about that babe, but you know--” a chuckle that Tony tried desperately to smother. “-- I’m sure doctors have seen every sort of lube related injury, including a rash from what looks like a rather vigorous dick slapping!”

“God dammit.” Steve pushed away as Tony dissolved into full on laughter. “Bucky, you never get to pick out our lube again.”

“I guess it’s works out that you’re not the type of guy to go right to blowing someone! Good thing it’s only a cheek slap!”

“I hate both of you. Valentines Day is canceled.” Steve grumbled under his breath as he stomped away, yanking at the door a few times before he remembered it was locked and flipping both the brunettes off as he left.

“Okay but seriously.” Tony sobered up for a moment after Steve had left. “Is he okay?”

“Oh he’s fine.” Bucky brushed him off. “It only stings a little, he took some allergy stuff already, we called urgent care and they said he can come by for some meds that will clear it up in twenty fours. Light soap and clean water and it will be fine.”

“And you didn’t break out at all?”

“Nah, my bits are fine.” Bucky took Steve’s place between Tony’s knees, running his hands through Tony’s hair and tipping his head back for a long kiss. “Wanna take 'em for a test drive?”

“We should probably go with Steve to the doctor.” Tony pointed out. “Right?”

“Ugh, fine.”

“And also?” Tony slid into his jacket. “For the record you’re never slapping me with your dick.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it!” Bucky called, then to the tune of Love Shack-- “Dick slap! Baby, dick slap! Come and get your--”

“WHY AM I EVEN DATING YOU OH MY GOD!”

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#ncts fics #stuckony #valentines #commissions #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pepper potts

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wizardessheart-sideb · 5 years

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The latest episode is here! Below the cut is a transcription

HEWWO!

Hello everyone, welcome to Royal Magic Academy Radio, a podcast about Wizardess Heart. I’m your host, Mari. So uh. YEAH, we had a lot of big stuff happen since the last episode, so let’s get on with the show.

GAMING NEWS

Event-wise, we got a joint Romance Point slot that brings back some of Elias and Luca’s past stories AND CGs. So it’s a combo of two guys AND stories and CGs. There’s a new star collection event, All Aboard the Mystery Express. I have to say I never expected to get a mystery train event, but I’ll take it. I think it’s a good theme and I like Hugo’s story. I haven’t read any of the other stories because I don’t care about them and I don’t have Klaus’ yet.

We got Joel’s sequel! His main route early bird is still running, so we’re getting like Double Joel. Or in my case, triple Joel since I’m transcribing his main route so. It’s Joel season y’all.

We also now have quite a few new features. After years of asking, we now have a greet all button. While I’m glad this is a thing since a lot of people are happy about it, I personally don’t use it because using greet all and then sending people messages for that extra 20 Lune is a nightmare. I did a time comparison using my personal account and then the one I use to screen record stuff for Ceragon Dubs, and if you use greet all and then go into your friend list to send messages it’s a lot longer. But it wasn’t as long as how much time I spent screen recording, logging in and out of facebook accounts, and video editing and breaking out my phone and screen recording that for a timer.

There’s also a new feature on consumable items. I mean, that’s the best way to describe it. So basically, there’s now a thing called limited time items. As the name suggests, they’re only available for about 15 days, and if you don’t use them in that time, they disappear. So far, we’ve seen this with Story Tickets and Muffins. I imagine it will probably go over to the other snack items, but I don’t know about the others consumables. Time will tell, I suppose.

FUTURE EVENTS/SPECULATION

Okay so since we’re now getting the next batch of sequels, if we’re going in the order of the poll, Hiro’s is next. That is all. Although I do think we're gonna get season 10 first. But yeah, Hiro's should be next. Sequel-wise, at least.

CALL AND RESPONSE

And now we have the long awaited response portion of call and response! Everyone’s favorite segment where I have no clue what I’m doing, I take shit from Love Live!, and I am met with the realization if I were an idol my call and response would be the worst because I can’t think of anything, which is why we make Love Live references. Ngl I feel like my call would be like “Who’s my favorite audience member?” and then the audience is like “me!” and I fake mishearing them and I’m like “memes?!” and then we all dab or some shit because that’s my brand. Dabbing at everything. Okay but yeah so. I asked you guys to rewrite character bios so. Let’s have some FUNNNNN.

Okay, and I sort have things in the correct places so I can just read them. I mean "sort of" because I have to go through DMs and stuff, but... Okay so our first one is from @nadia-the-wizardess. And hers is for Hugo which of course it is, I love you dude. So she submitted... And I'm not gonna try to be a complete ham. I'm gonna try and have some dignity while reading these. "Friend or foe? The masked man seemed to be at every turn, either helping us or using us to his advantage. He claims he has come from the future to help put us on the correct path and change our tragic destiny. We still don't know what Hugo is truly planning, but despite all this, I've decided to put my faith in him and join him in his journey through time and save his-- our future!" And then her sidenote, "(God I hope I did this right sbhdnsns)." You did! You are all good and I - you know I love Hugo, probably… well… probably just as much as you. Hugo is my best boy, so.

Okay, so. God, this segment is cursed. I… This is literally the fifth time I;ve tried recording this one little story because like my mic just keeps like cutting out. I need a brand new mic like this one is not cutting it anymore but anyway. So this call and response has a funny story behind it. So essentially like when I first get responses, I don't necessarily read them carefully at first, like I'm just kind of aware. Like “okay, like some.” So when I first did the call and response a while ago, um, I was vaguely aware that I had two and one was from Nadia and the other was from an anon. And so obviously like I push it back and then, uh, me and my friend have been chatting, who's not Nadia. That's the only identity clue I will give you cuz I'm not going to say who it is but um, *laughs* she's gonna be so mad though. So anyway, so me and my friend were talking and she was like, “Oh hey, I have a question so ‘theoretically’” in quotes, if she had sent a call and response answer to me like, would she have to make a new one or like whatever, like trying to figure out what's going on. And I said like honestly I’ll use whatever you give me because I do literally like whatever people spend in and I will use so it's a free-for-all, like I’ll use anything.

And then she told me that was good because she forgot what she, and I air quote this, “theoretically” sent. And I was like, “Well you”... This was before I checked my inbox cuz I was like, “Oh, I’ll just go in and like copy paste in and put in our chat. So I was just like “You could always ask me to send you things” like if you don't remember what you do - andthis goes for anyone. Like if you send a response by not DM by like inbox and you don't remember what you wrote like you can totally just message me and be like, “Hey I sent this, I don't remember how I worded it exactly I'm worried that I messed it up could you please tell me what it was” and like totally go ahead and do that like I don't mind. So then, you know, like I went into my inbox so I was like, “Okay let's see what she said” and um. This is what she said. “Call and response for Sigurd (Feat. Leslie) - Sigurd's the only student who can equally terrify the staff at Olive Garden along with Klaus. With his overbearing obsession and appetite for any sort of pasta, he's best known as Klaus' right-hand man when it comes to needing a bud for their 2 for $12 appetizer promotions.” Not sponsored by Olive Garden. “I hear even though he currently majors in Magical Creature Taming, rumor has it he'll be switching to Culinary Magic for... ‘Reasons.’ Personally, I'd rather not know,” Same. “but if you insist...*Shrug”

And anyway this is cursed and yeah, I can understand why my friend did not want to like, confront me about this. Oh God, RIP. We got through it, she's fine.

So our next one is from @uraminowaltz and she has two and they're both for Klaus because of course they are. I should just rename this segment to me roasting my friends. Okay, so her serious Klaus one is: “Likes: Tea, sweets, challenging games, cooking. Dislikes: Coffee, Zeus,” Girl me too. “Irresponsibility, abuse of authoritative power. Hobby: Cooking, inventing magical tools. Skills: Unintentional romantic gestures, endurance with magic, WORKAHOLIC.” Yeah I-I felt that. I felt that. So the joke one: “Likes: His giant personal ring of 500 different keys. Dislikes: Losing his keys.” Also same. “Hobby: Making copies of his keys. Skills: Losing his keys PLEASE HELP HIM FIND HIS KEYS HERE IS A CROWDFUNDING LINK TO FIND HIS KEYS IT'S FUNDED AT 60%.” Oh, Klaus. Klaus. Honestly though when they did the Klaus II profile and it was like, thing that worries him, uh, losing, uh, lost his keys I was like goddammit. Like it just… It was one of those things that I didn’t realize was on brand for him, but then once I read it and saw it, I was like “Oh God yeah yeah that's his brand that's his... poor baby, that's his brand.”

Okay so our second to- Actually, it might second-to-last I haven't checked the notes of that post so I guess I have to do that too. Okay so anyway, @sigurdcurtisholdsmegentle said… uh, did some, and you're going to be surprised who it was for. It was for Sigurd. So their joke one and they said… Their personal note for this was “Please actually kill me for this.” No I will not. You must atone for your sins. Uh... “Likes: Pasta. Dislikes: People who don't like pasta. Hobby: Naming spices in the pasta sauce. Skill: Cooking Pasta.” I'm very glad you did not put anything else because I would not want to read that out loud and that is NOT a challenge to anybody *laughs* So their serious one is: “Likes: Jazz music, Puns, The Rain, Make up.” Hell yeah. “Dislikes: His father, Himself, Ch… *laughs* CHICA,” I… We’re going for it. We’re going for the discourse and controvershy. The controversy. I can’t talk. Uh. Also dislikes “Blood. Hobby: Writing letters, Playing trumpet, Playing chess with Klaus. Skill: Decorating, Well timed exits, Running on little to no sleep.” Poor baby. But yeah I mean yeah. That's him. So the next one is... that they did was for Mel so it's “Likes: Apple cider, Plants, Perserving wildlife. Dislikes: Time Magic, Sol Felia,” It’s feh-lia not fee-lia, right? Like it’s not… I don’t feel like it’s fee-lia? I’m like pretty sure it’s feh-lia. Okay, it’s feh-lia now, I’m making the executive decision. It’s feh-lia now. Uh. “Oranges, Explaining.” God I felt that like whenever I reread Sigurd’s route, Mel's like “I don't want to explain” I’m like please shut up stop it like please, just explain. Good God. Like you're just making more trouble for yourself my dude. “Hobby: Sleeping in the greenhouse, Reading lore. Skill: Botany, Making wands, Flower” Oh my God, flower arrangements, that’s so cute. Oh my God, I love that actually. Like, I mean honestly like I liked all of them, but like that's so cute. That was super cute, I really like that one.

So, I don't think my call and response post had any notes. Except from people just liking it but I'm going to double-check cuz I'm not 100% sure.

Okay so it's time for our final call and response which will be my own. I literally have to bring up the my inspiration, my muse to *laughs* to do this. Okay so like, my whole inspiration for this prompt was the fact that like Azusa never got like an actual profile. Like it's all just question marks and um, we're going to fix that. And that's why I got the idea like, “oh that be really funny like everyone just rewrote things.” Let's go for the serious one first. That way I can do that and then I can goof. So my serious profile rewrite for Azusa and I did not write this beforehand, so… yeah! Let’s see… “Likes: his brother. Dislikes: hypocrites, himself.” Uh, that’s such a… *laughs*

That's such a mood. Every dude in this game is like self-loathing and some way. But I mean that's just how people are so I mean I guess it's not actually like that much of a stretch. But anyway. “Hobby… ………” Uh. You know, it's bad that I can't think of anything not just because like, I can't think of anything, but because he's one of my favorites and I'm like, “does he even have hobbies” like I'm not - I'm sure he does but I mean… “Hobby: telling Randy to shut up” I don't know. Uh, “Skill: onmyojutsu” just because we're basic and that was our serious one. And now for the fun one.

Um…. okay so, “Likes: his family. Dislikes: people. Hobby: ……….. you know. Skill: being a jackass” I don't know. I'm not even going to try and improv a description. Oh, poor Azusa. Although I do wonder if- when he gets a sequel, I wonder if that… I wonder if they’re gonna, like, continue making the, you know, kinda like additional info thing or if we’re gonna get like, a real profile for- Okay like, okay. I would be so fucking mad if like once he gets his sequel and they put like his like, um, like second profile thing and it's literally just all *laughs* it’s all question marks. I would be so fucking mad. I’d be like “come on PLEASE. PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO US.” Okay anyways, so that was call and response. Thank you guys for coming on this journey with me. Um, that was fraught with recording problems and I'm not looking forward to transcribing this, but sometimes you just got to do what you got to do.

ROUTE REVIEW

All right, so it’s time to review Sigurd’s route. His route had come out a bit before I started playing, and I vaguely remember getting a notification about it, but honestly I don’t remember too much about it. I was playing Yukiya at the time and while I thought Sigurd was cute, I was too lost in the Yukiya sauce to do anything but Yukiya-related stuff.

It honestly took me a while to play Sigurd’s route, like i played it for the first time last year, and like. I just genuinely enjoy Sigurd so much. Like he’s such a funny guy and so sweet. Falling in love with a guy like that just feels natural. And the story handled it super well too. The story balances plot and romance very well and they feel very cohesive.

The plot was really solid, with enough ends left to get resolved in Mel’s route. But then again, I’m very partial to this mystery series and no, I’m not just saying that bc I cosplay sol maiden!Liz. It’s a good story idea, bront. Not to mention there’s like, a lot of fluff in Sigurd’s. I mean it absolutely has upsetting moments, but it’s just. Okay like I don’t mean to get on a soapbox or whatever, but it’s just. I feel like my culture gets inundated with these images of cishet relationships where men don’t treasure their partners. I acknowledge it’s toxic and it’s a serious problem and all, trust me this sort of thing is something I’ve taken enough classes on to consider it an unofficial minor, but like I’M SO TIRED OF SEEING THESE CISHET MEN BE JERKS TO THEIR CISHET GIRLFRIENDS. Like really, we’re gonna romanticize a dude being a jerk to his girlfriend and not show the repercussions of this sort of behavior and act like it’s normal? Really? That’s what we’re gonna do? So like any media that portrays a guy as being loving and smitten and affectionate with his partner is just. That’s so refreshing and so WONDERFUL like I eat that stuff UP. Like it’s so clear Sigurd is so taken with the MC and it’s just like hot chocolate on a cold day.

So yeah the plot’s good and Sigurd is just. Wonderful. But I also love how much lore we got in this route. We got country names, continent names, what sort of extra curriculars the academy has. Even some Goldstein lore. In my opinion, the best routes usually have some hella cool lore details and this route had a lot.

And this is a minor thing but. As someone who was raised with their cousins and stuff, they just nailed the cousin interactions between Klaus and Sigurd. I have a cousin who, as of now actually since birthdays, is the same age as me, although usually I’m older. My cousin and I mess with each other all the time and he bullies me constantly. I’m just kidding, I’m definitely the Sigurd to his Klaus. And like Sigurd and Klaus, we actually play a lot of games together, or play the same game at once. We’re both really into video games and his latest hobby is bullying my brand new Fire Emblem husband Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. But in all seriousness, the game handled then well and the only way they could’ve made it more realistic is if they kept poking each other and making weird noises at each other. I mean, do you REALLY have a cousin if you don’t greet them by screeching like a pterodactyl?

Typing this all out makes me realize how weird my cousin and I are.

Okay but anyway. This route is very good and Sigurd is just an absolute doll. I highly recommend reading.

BYE BYE!

And that’s it for us today!! Thank you guys for tuning in this week. I’m sorry this episode is late. I was going to record it yesterday but something happened and basically made me give up on doing anything I wanted to do yesterday. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this episode and hopefully next episode will be on time!! With that, have a great week! This is Mari, signing off.

#wizardess heart #shall we date wizardess heart #wizardess heart+#shall we date wizardess

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paradisobound · 5 years

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I Want It, I Got It: Chapter 10

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie staring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Word Count: 1.7k (this chapter)

Warnings: Occasional swearing

Rating: Mature (for right now)

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A/N: Before you all read. I have a very important poll that I need you to check out! You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to, but I'd really appreciate the input!

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“What kind of video do you want to make?”

Phil is still busy turning on the brand new camera and making sure everything worked to really comprehend that Dan had even spoke. He’d been relatively quiet the entire time. Well, besides when they were in the store and Dan couldn’t stop talking about the different cameras and which one he figured Phil should get.

“What?”

“I asked what kind of video you were thinking about making.” Dan repeats, his head resting on his hands as his elbows sit on the ledge of Phil’s breakfast bar.

“Oh, I’m not sure yet.” Phil answered truthfully. He hasn’t thought about YouTube in years and the only time he ever went online to watch a video was when he needed to look up how to do something on Photoshop or how to beat a level in a game. Other than that, he focused mainly on his Netflix account.

“Well,” Dan said, drawing out the word. “What about doing something like what you mentioned earlier?”

“I don’t remember how to read tarot cards.”

“Not that!” Dan chuckled, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. “I was talking about that buying weird things video you mentioned earlier! You could do that? I mean, that sounds entertaining to me and you said before you didn’t know if you could remember how to be entertaining for your audience.”

Phil found himself shrugging as he removed the battery from the slot in the camera and place it on the charger in the wall. When he was finished doing that, he laid his camera off to the side and finally answered Dan. “I’m not sure if people even like those types of videos anymore.”

“Well, let’s see if they do.” Dan says, pulling his cell phone out of pocket and setting it down on the counter as he clicked on the YouTube app and opened it up.

Phil looked at the screen and watched as Dan typed with two fingers ‘buying weird things’ into the search bar. Sure enough, hundreds of videos came up with millions of views.

But Phil wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that anymore.

Was that really good content to come back with? He didn’t feel like it.

“There’s tons.” Dan said, which Phil could already see. “Looks like it’s very popular.”

“I’m not sure if I want to do that now, though.” Phil answered truthfully as he walked around the bar and took a seat on the stool next to Dan. “That’s not really comeback material.”

“Hmmm.” Dan hums as he taps on the trending tag and scrolls through the videos. “There is this like smoothie challenge that’s trending right now?”

Phil pursed his lips. He remembered that smoothie challenge from years before. But it’s trending, so maybe it’s something that came back? Phil wasn’t sure if he was being honest.

“I’m not sure.”

“It might be fun.” Dan says, tapping the video and letting it play with the sound off but the captions on. “So it looks like they’re just putting numbers to random food and then you draw like four numbers and that’s what you use in your smoothie?”

“I remember this trend from years ago.” Phil says with a chuckle.

“Looks like it’s trending again.” Dan said back. “We should do it.”

“We?”

Phil feels himself caught of guard. Did he hear Dan right? Was Dan really thinking about being in the video with him? This was new. He wasn’t aware that Dan wanted to join in the video.

“Yeah.” Dan says, looking at Phil with a smirk across his lips. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

Phil quickly shook his head. “No!” He says, feeling a smile begin on his own lips. “I think it’ll be fun to do a video together.”

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“Dan!” Phil screamed as he looked at how much BBQ sauce Dan was dumping into the blender along with the strawberries and lettuce Phil already had to add to his smoothie. “That’s way too much!”

Dan rolled his eyes and cut off the flow of the bottle. “Pathetic.”

“What!” Phil countered with a loud laugh. “You put half of the bloody bottle into the blender!”

Dan waved it off and put the top on the blender and pressed the button. “You’ll live.”

“No I won’t!”

The sound of blender whirling cut through his thoughts as anxiety rose in his stomach at the thought of having to drink…that. It look disgusting and vile. And he wasn’t prepared to down even a sip of it.

When it was blended, Dan pulled it up off from the base and pulled the top off. The smell of the BBQ sauce over took anything that Phil had ever smelled before he felt himself begin to gag. He turned away and hid his nose. “I’m not drinking that.”

“You have to.” Dan said, finishing pouring the drink―if you could even call it that―into the glass. “Just a sip. I’ll do one too.”

“NO!” Phil argued. “You can’t make me!”

“Just a sip.” Dan said, holding out the brown glass to him. “Literally just wet your lips. Like you’re tasting wine.”

“Well this is not wine.”

Dan held it up to his nose and took one little sniff before he loudly coughed and sputtered, handing the glass quickly to Phil. “That is vile as fuck.”

“I’m not drinking this.”

Dan put it down on the counter and pushed it Phil’s way. “We’ve filmed it this far, just take a sip.”

Phil looked down at the glass and felt his stomach knot and twist at the anticipation of the drink. He picked up the glass and slowly brought it up to his mouth. He tipped it, letting the liquid hit his lips and he immediately pulled the glass away at the taste.

He brought the glass down to the corner and swatted his hands as he tried to distract his mind from the taste. He squealed and rushed to the sink as Dan laughed hysterically behind him. He grabbed the nearest glass and filled it with water before taking a massive swig of it and washing his mouth out.

Phil turned around to see Dan still laughing, nearly doubled over now and clutching his ribs. “You try that!” Phil said as he pointed to the glass. “It’s vile!”

“I’m not trying that, mate.” Dan said, wiping the tears of laughter from his cheeks.

“You made me do it!”

Dan side-eyed Phil and cocked his eyebrow as he slowly picked up the glass. While keeping eye-contact with Phil, he took a mouthful of the liquid and his face immediately showed regret. He dropped the glass down onto the counter, not smashing it, and rushed to the sink before Phil.

He turned the faucet on and spit out everything from his mouth. He cupped his hands under the faucet and began bringing water to his mouth as he quickly washed out the taste, same as Phil.

Phil found himself laughing harder than he has in years. This video was probably a mistake, but he hasn’t laughed this hard in a long time and it felt really good to do so.

Just twenty minutes later, with the kitchen cleaned up and everything back into their places, Phil was grabbing the camera from the tripod and pulling out the SD card. Dan was sat on the couch next to Phil, scrolling through his phone as Phil pushed the SD card into his laptop and began to download the files.

“New Twitter story about me.”

Phil turns his head and sees Dan staring at his phone with a defeated look.

“What is it about this time?”

Dan lets out a sigh and locks his phone. “They saw me at the park earlier―paparazzi did―and now it’s a headline that I’m here in London.”

Phil felt his heartbeat speed up. Did they see him and Spike with Dan as well?

“Did they see us?”

Dan shook his head. “No. The only picture I saw was me walking towards the Costa near the park.”

Oh yeah, Costa. They had stopped their quickly for lunch following their outing to buy Phil’s new camera. Phil didn’t particularly like Costa but he preferred it over some other places.

“Oh.” Phil says just as his computer finishes loading the files and he begins to open up an old version of Final Cut Pro that he forgot he even had until earlier. “Is the story bad?”

Dan shrugged. “I’ve seen worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dan looks at him and shakes his head. “Don’t be.” He says, his voice soft. “I’m used to it.”

The tone of Dan’s words are enough to make Phil feel a pit of sadness in his chest but he ignores it. He knows that Dan doesn’t need protecting. Dan handles a lot of his sadness and anxious feelings within his own mind and that’s okay.

Phil begins to cut the video and piece it together when he hears soft snoring next to him. He turns his head and sees Dan, his head tilted to the side and his mouth slightly ajar. Phil finds himself smiling.

Dan sleeping looked peaceful. The permanent bags under his eyes that Dan had noticed earlier were softened and the overall anxious look he always was sporting was also gone. His body wasn’t tense, it was relaxed.

Phil found that sleeping Dan was his favorite Dan so far…because he knew that sleeping Dan had nothing to worry about. He had no paparazzi chasing after him. He didn’t need a black hoodie and sunglasses.

He was able to just live in a state where none of that existed. Phil had known from multiple talks that Dan wanted that more than anything. He wanted a slightly normal life than the one he has.

And while he was sleeping, he got that.

Phil got up from the couch, leaving Dan behind to go to his bedroom with Spike on his heels. He placed a gentle blanket over Dan’s form and shut the light off before he went to his bedroom.

He was excited to see what tomorrow as going to bring for them, especially with this new video to go live soon.

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #au #famous!dan #moviestar!dan #normal!phil #princesslexi763fics

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terra-writes · 5 years

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Blog FAQ

Figured I would set one of these up this time around! If I make any additions or edits to this I’ll make a post letting you guys know!

You’ve said “Terra” is just the name you go by online, so can we know your real name?

Simply put? No. My real name is incredibly unique and I would rather keep my online life and real life as separate as I can since where I live, fic writing is largely frowned upon. Also, I’m probably going to explain this bad, but I was told if I wanted to get published I’d have to delete all my fics or write under a different name so there was no crossover between the two. I choose instead to write my fic under a different name to save myself some trouble later on. To those that have learned my real name, I ask that you please don’t spread it around.

What is your general activity like on this blog?

Well last November I started a job where I work a standard 40 hour week. I’m generally away from home from 11am to about 9pm 5 days a week. I do have a pretty set schedule, so for now I’m always off Mondays and Fridays. This blog isn’t my main one, so the only times I’m online and able to check it, is when I’m at home and on my laptop. So except for the days that I’m off, I’ll likely only ever be online in the evenings. If I go to post a work, I’ll likely always schedule it to post between 12 and 1pm the following day.

What is your timezone?

I live in, and operate out of US Central Time. If you don’t quite know how much to add/subtract, the United states is divided into 4 timezones: Eastern time is one hour ahead of me, Mountain Time is one hour behind, and Pacific Time is 2 hours behind me. I don’t quite know how to calculate it for overseas timezones but if people send in the calculations for their timezone I can always edit them in here.

What is your uploading schedule like?

I can’t really say I have one. Every time I’ve tried to keep to one It hasn’t always worked out for me for some reason or another.

How does your tagging system operate?

I always try to keep the tags as relevant and to the point as possible, since tumblr has a limited amount of tags you can add to a post. Here is a small list of what I will tag:

Characters with a significant relevance/presence to the current plot. I might not tag certain characters if they show up in a work if their plot relevance was minor/they only spoke like once in the entire thing to save space.

The fandom

The type of work (Headcanon, ask game, etc. This might be combined with he above bullet point ex: “mha headcanons”)

if the work is fluff, angst, nsfw. Side note, my nsfw tag for this blog will be the word “sin” so works would be tagged with “mha sin” or “haikyuu sin” and things like that.

If the work is part of a series, I will tag the name of it.

If the work involves any oc’s of mine, I will tag their name like I would any other character.

If I reblog a work from someone else, I will try to include all the tags they used as well as what type of work it is, such as “AU,” “reader insert,” “oc story,” etc. Reblogged works will always contain the tag “other people’s writing”

I will always try to tag trigger warnings/any potential triggering content. However, if I run out of space in the tags, all potentially triggering content will always be listed at the top of the work in bold. And all content of the work will always be below a “read more.” If there is anything you want me to tag/list at the top of my work. Please DM or send in an ask letting me know what content you want me to provide additional warnings for. I will never purposefully not tag a trigger, so if a work I’ve posted is missing a tag, please notify me as soon as you notice it so I can add it!

Writing will always be tagged with “terra writes” while almost every other kind of post will be tagged with “terra says.” This includes asks, announcements, updates, etc. I don’t recommend blacklisting the “terra says” tag, but most of the time other types of posts will be tagged with an additional secondary tag (update time, answered asks, poll time) So if you don’t want to see specific types of posts like polls, I would recommend blacklisting the “poll time” tag instead of the “terra says” tag.

You didn’t tag x trigger in your story/Can you please tag x in stories going forward?

Of course! If I forgot to tag something/tagged something wrong, please notify me! I often use the New X-Kit tag bundle extension and don’t always remember to delete a tag or include one. I’m only human and am prone to making mistakes even when trying to be as diligent as possible! I am also aware that people can have very different triggers, and I’m not always aware of what may or may not be a trigger. So if there’s something you want me to tag, send me an ask! I’ll always tag thins as “cw: <insert trigger>”

Also please don’t ever assume I’m purposefully not tagging a trigger. Sometimes I genuinely miss putting the tag in/didn’t know the story needed it included.

Do you have a tag list?

Not currently! If you’re interested in being added please feel free to send me an ask or IM letting me know if you just wanted to be tagged in stuff involving a certain character, fandom, type of writing (drabble/headcanon), or series or any combination. I’ll keep a list in my drafts of the usernames and what you want to be tagged in. If you ever want to be removed, you’ll have to send me an ask letting me know.

What fandoms are you in?/What fandoms will you write for?

You can find a complete list of fandoms that I will write for here!

However, there are a few other fandoms I’m in that I just don’t feel like writing for. Those include: DC comics (mainly Young Justice), Pokemon, and Attack on Titan. I’m probably forgetting some, so I’ll update this list as I remember them. If you want to know if I’m in a fandom/will write for one, please send me an ask!

Do you write m/m, w/w, nonbinary, different ethnicities, etc?

Yes! If I’m writing a reader-insert story, I always try to keep the reader as gender-neutral and vague as possible unless something is specifically ask of me in the request itself. However to some degree I take liberties with the background of the reader. I will often make up a family situation, living arrangement etc. Again if there is anything specific about the reader you want me to include, please let me know.

In the case of sin, I always default to a female gender/parts since that is what I am most familiar with. If you would like it to be non-specified/male parts/etc. you will need to tell me in the request itself.

Can I get a shout out?

You can! There’s absolutely 0 things wrong with asking for one and don’t let other people make you feel like shit for it. I know it can be hard starting a blog and getting your name out there, especially after the most recent updates which make it even harder for works to show up in the tumblr search function. This is why reblogging people’s works is even more important now than it had been in the past. I’m more than willing to give your blog a shout out if you need it! Feel free to send me an ask off anon from the blog, send an IM so I can make a post with the blog’s name, or even just ask me to reblog a story I liked from your blog.

Do you have any Fic/Blog recs?

I’m pretty terrible about having the time to go and read as much fic as I used to be able to do, so I can’t really promote many other blogs than one’s I’ve already been following for a while/blogs of friends. Maybe one day that will change and I hope it does but as of right now I don’t think I’d be able to put together a very good list for people.

Do you write Dark Content?

I do not! However, this doesn’t mean I’m on a crusade against writers that do. As long as the people who write content like that keep everything tagged so that people who don’t want to read it, can skip over it, I literally do not care what they write about. But on a personal level, I do not want to write content like that, so I will not write or reblog dark content works on this blog.

If any dark content blog want to interact with my blog/works, they can do so. Just because I choose not to engage in dark content does not mean I am going to bar people that do from reading/interacting with my works if they enjoy it. I do ask that any dark content writers don’t reblog/reply to any nsfw posts of mine and add dark content to them.

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We recently ran a survey where we polled various superheroes to discover what they thought the worst parts of their jobs were and proud to finally be able to share our findings with you! (We would’ve had them sooner but somebody decided to take a two week nap under a bridge in schenectady {for the hundredth time, I was mugged and unconscious! Thanks for looking for me by the way!} Thanks getting back here in a timely manner!):

2% of superheroes said that the worst part of their job was the giant gelatin monsters, because they get goop everywhere and everything sticky. 11% said prank calls to their superhero hotline. “Uh… hi, I’d like to report a crime? Yeah it’s… uh… what was it again? Oh yeah! Uh, I’d like to a report a crime and it’s your outfit hahaha get new clothes you trash bag!” 15% said it was the constant pain that they are in because they made a deal with the devil and their soul is constantly on fire but that it is a burden they gladly bear if it means that mankind can be safe for even just one more day. (Dramaaaaaatic.) 27.5% said it was having their memories or friends erased or altered due to time travel shenanigans. 54.5% said supervillains.

Unfortunately, all of those people were wrong and that was a waste of everybody’s time. {Are you kidding me? I spent two weeks in a coma for this!} The worst part of being a superhero is obviously…

#200 Supervillain Teams

{That’s basically what the majority of those people said!} No it’s different!

A single supervillain is plenty dangerous on their own (most of the time) they’re only limited by their own imaginations and their access to resources. (In today’s economy and privacy obsessed cultural climate, you actually need a lot of money to steal a lot of money. It’s kind of like how you need experience in your field before you can get a good job in your field.) So when a bunch of villains put their heads together and pool their cash. Hooboy. Then you’re in trouble. In most universes, the villain to hero ratio favors the villains. This is due to a number of factors. Most people are selfish and when given extraordinary abilities, they will choose to use to benefit themselves as the expense of others. Being a villain is honestly way more fun than being a superhero, especially if like you making your own hours and pontificating in front of large crowds. Also, most villains will kill heroes but most heroes won’t kill villains. So if all of your enemies team up, or if everybody’s enemies team up, you’re going to be in trouble.

Villains are a competitive and dramatic lot, so when a bunch of them sit down for a brainstorming sess, things are definitely going to get out of hand really fast. They’re all going to keep upping the evil ante, as I will now demonstrate for you.

(Scene 1 Act 1: Int. dungeon of some sort. There are skulls everywhere, there’s an actual demon chained to the wall, he’s very sassy and does not want to be there. In the center of the room there is a table, skull-shaped of course, There are several hooded and masked figures sitting at the table. The room smells of sweat and snake venom.)

Al “Da Boss” Marconi: I have called you all here today to finally put an end to those terrible, disgusting, super fools, that keep foiling our schemes.

Assorted villains: Huzzah!

Smuggles: I say we steal all of the dinosaur skeletons from the Museum of Natural History!

Tim the Fabulous Soul Muncher: Let’s replace them with live dinosaurs!

Professor Brain Scrambler: Let’s shoot the entire building with a de-evolution ray and turn everybody there into dinosaurs!!!!!!!!!!!!

The demon chained to the wall: Uh, that’s not how evolution works. Are you dumb? Don’t worry, we won’t judge. Just let us know if you are? You seem like a real moron to me. But what do I know, I’m just an immortal being who personally tortured some of history’s greatest minds.

(And then the demon chained to the wall was the first guinea pig for Professor Brain Scrambler’s de-evolution ray. End scene.)

And that’s just when I decided to end that conversation! Real supervillain meetings go on for way longer and you end up with a plot to turn the Earth into a giant dinosaur that can then be used to eat other planets. <Hey guys quick question and I swear it’s not a big deal. But why wasn’t I at that supervillain meeting. I mean I am the only supervillain you guys personally know. Like if I were writing about, I don’t know, a meeting of the scrawny blogger club, I would definitely put you guys in it. So what gives?> Not now Brainwave. <I mean if you needed a mad scientist, I’m a mad scientist. Did you know Professor Brain Scrambler isn’t even a real professor, he’s just wearing a real professor’s skin. Which I’m pretty sure doesn’t make you an accredited teacher but whatever. Like I said, it’s not really a big deal.>

Whenever you can you need to exercise your influence to try to prevent supervillains from teaming up in the first place. Whenever you’re fighting a villain, make sure not to mention anybody else that you’re fighting. Make them think they’re the only villain in your life. If they don’t know that other villains are out there, they can’t team up with them. Also, supervillains are very jealous and possessive. So if they hear you’re fighting somebody else on the side they’re going to get very upset and seek out the other villain and tell them that you’re a dirty two-timing superhero and then they’ll definitely team up to push your car into a river or something. I’d suggest keeping supervillains isolated from each other when they’re incarcerated as well. If you keep them with regular criminals, at worst they recruit a few new henchmen, but if you keep them locked up with other super villains you’re going to have a Legion of Really Really Mean People situation on your hands. However, this often is not feasible. There are only so many prisons out there that are equipped to hold superpowered criminals. But there are a few! More than one! Which gives us some room to play around here. You should try to work with other superheroes and these prison wardens to group villains together in the same prison that you think would never get along long enough to scheme together. For example, you could probably lock up Dr. Brainwave and Professor Brain Scrambler in the same jail without running into any issues. Because they hate each other. They hate each other so much. Also, police, superheroes, whomever, if you’re looking for wanted criminal Frederick Kaminsky aka Dr. Brainwave, he’s here. He’s in our basement and he won’t leave. I don’t know if that technically makes the rest of us hostages, I’m not like a lawyer [it doesn’t] but please come and pick him up. <Awww you mentioned me, that’s all I wanted. Thanks man!> Seriously, somebody come arrest him.

If you’ve colossally messed up and allowed a vast supervillain conspiracy team up to happen right under your noses then you need to get all hands on deck. Call every superhero you know. Even the the ones you hate. Even the ones who were dead last time you checked, they might be back now. Like I said, you’re already outnumbered so you need to call literally everybody you can think of here. Every noble-hearted magical creature and monster, every sympathetic quasi-deity, aliens that you’ve made alliances with over the years, heck even the members of that book club we had you join. Everybody needs to be on their A-game for this. If not, the villains could well succeed in wiping you all out and taking over the world. And we can’t give them that kind of satisfaction.

Once you’ve got your super army assembled, you need to begin a war on two fronts. Split your group into two teams. One team to actually go and fight the bad guys wherever they might crop up to perform evil deeds. It is unlikely that every villain is going to go everywhere at once, they’ll probably split up and pull off crazy evil schemes. So if you’re part of that team, be prepared for anything. I mean anything. 50-foot tall evil pants. (If your enemies are anything like mine, they have a wicked sense of humor. Trying getting the pants to tell a lie of some sort. I’m willing to bet that it’s rigged to burst into flames if it does. Nobody commits to a bit like a supervillain.) The ground turning into acid beneath your feet. (Pack a jetpack.) A dude with a blackhole in his chest. (Bring a really big cork). Anything.

The other group needs to start a whispering campaign to destabilize this villain alliance. Any team up between supervillains is relatively flimsy and a short term arrangement at best. As soon as the superheroes are all done away with, the villains are going to begin fighting amongst themselves for dominance. So if you can get that process started earlier, before all of the heroes are killed off or turned into monkey jesters, you could cause the alliance to collapse in on itself. You and your allies should start calling up your nemeses (don’t pretend you guys haven’t exchanged contact info at some point. I saw them at your last birthday party!) and ask them what the plan is long term. Ask them if they really want to share power with all these other villains, especially since they’re all highly likely to betray them. If you get enough villains antsy about the whole thing you can cause the entire thing to collapse and then you and your super friend can round up the injured and confused villains following the inevitable civil war.

Of course, not every supervillain team is the result of a large supervillain alliance. Some supervillains simply start out as a team, possibly because none of them on their own are really a threat. These villains have no independent resources to pool so even if they’ve got outlandish ideas, they’re pretty manageable. Here’s a list of a few other types of supervillain teams:

Gangs turned supervillains: These guys were a group of criminals before they got their powers. Unlike other villain teams, they don’t have their eyes set on world domination or the mass extinction of supervillains.

Mirror Universe Counterparts: These guys are just like your superhero team, but from another dimension and evil. To get an idea of what this might look like, take a magic marker to your team picture and draw goatees on everyone.

Cults: Cults are a lot like a regular supervillain organization. The leader is usually the only true supervillain, while the rest of the followers are just henchmen with creepy hoods.

Evil armies: As we’ve mentioned, some countries are unfortunately, led by supervillains. Meaning their armies are technically supervillain armies.

Villain families: This is just a regular family who bond by dropping spider-bombs into preschools or blowing up dams. It’s actually kind of sweet. You know what they say, a family who slays together, stays together.

Hopefully you now have everything you need to combat any supervillain teams that might rise up during your superhero career. Remember, supervillain teams need to be handled and dismantled as quickly as possible. So… heh… I guess don’t waste too much time reading this extra long post. Read this before the supervillains team up! Or have a speed reader read it and summarize! Any way good luck!

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