#we're all Olive Spectre

[mettleborn]

Continued from x

@richardxoliverxmayhew wrote:

Blood touched hands busied themselves with a dampened cloth as Richard wiped the skin of his palms and fingertips clean of Her injuries. She had lost a lot taking that shot, but the agent was certain that his patchwork would hold and give her time to recuperate, that is, if She didn't allow herself to calm down first. 9 didn't flinch at the other agent's sharpened words. Not even a twitch. Shock, he thought to himself. He could imagine that such panic-induced speech and state was the initial result of shock... and painkillers... and perhaps, seeing the man who had been acting as your competitor, at best, sitting close by as the first sight when you wake up from a deepened slumber. "Shhh... Calm down. Ye' need to calm down, 10" he tut, continuing to sit near Adelia's bedside; his steady, blue gaze not shying away for a moment as he glanced over her injuries. The stitches were holding. Thank god. "Look, I get it, yer' upset. Yer' in shock. I'm the last person ye' wanted to see, but I'm all you've got righ' now." Richard had been, since he personally dragged her unconscious body to the protected embrace of the safe house. "I need ye' to calm down and breathe, 10, I don't want yer' stitches comin' undone. Breathe. We're safe here. Yer' safe. Breathe..."

Propping himself up off his seat, he made his way to the nearby sink to fill up a glass of water. "I didn't kill ye' 'cause ye' and I are both on the same sinkin' ship," he explained, making his way back to 10's bedside before handing her the glass. An olive branch. "Ye' and I were both sent there under the 'guise of another mission. Wha' we go' instead was an ambush.--Now, I have no fuckin' idea wha's goin' on, but all I know is tha' somebody is desperate for both our heads tha' they hired bloo'y snipers to take us out." "How're ye' feelin', by the way?" Richard realized he hadn't asked since Adelia woke up. "Ye' were out for some time."

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As she is shushed, Adelia’s expression is one of instant annoyance, like a chastised child, but she holds her tongue; eager to hear the agent explain himself.

“I’m not in shock!” She blusters, though it is clear from Richard’s expression that he doesn’t believe a word of it and as she is beckoned to try to stay calm and breathe, she finds herself, against her better judgement, questioning whether he might be right. In truth, she hates it; hates the idea what the wound she sustained was so severe, that someone got the upper hand and if it hadn’t been for 9’s quick actions, she’d very likely be dead right now.

Accepting the glass of water, she sips from it, grimacing as her dry throat aches before being immediately soothed. Listening to him explain it, it seems so obvious now; it was a set up - SPECTRE wants her dead – wants them both dead in fact. She knew the day would eventually come, though admittedly she never imagined it would be this soon. She may have been executing their orders expertly over the last few years, but that doesn’t mean she’s been entirely loyal. Since the murder of her handler, she’s been plotting the organisations’ downfall and the assassination of Blofeld himself, who once referred to her as being like a daughter – fitting when your aim is patricide.

“They know.” She states quietly and solemnly – it’s a terrifying thought and suddenly she feels utterly abandoned and alone. If they know, they will hunt her to the very ends of the Earth. They won’t give up until she is captured, interrogated, tortured and killed, that, after all, is Blofeld’s way – he doesn’t tolerate betrayal of any kind.

“I’m okay…” She lies, the tone of her voice betraying her fear. “I’m…” Staring at Richard, she knows it is truly time to decide – either she kills him or chooses to trust him and in doing so condemn him with knowledge she knows he shouldn’t possess. Glancing at her bandaged up wound and taking in the concerned look on 9’s face, she quickly ascertains that 9 is the only true ally she has; she’d be a fool not to trust him right now. She is so weak she can barely stand.

“I’ve been working with British Intelligence.” She admits, not sure if he will believe her. In truth, she hasn’t been quite working in the interests of either side, but working for herself by betraying both. Adelia holds no allegiances to anyone but herself, but she now suspects that may need to change.

“I’ve been acting as a double agent 9 and if he knows, my God, if Blofeld knows, we’re both dead.” There is a quiver in her voice, one that clearly conveys how frightening a thought that actually is. “Richard…” She whispers softly, reaching for him, desperate for him to believe her, desperate for him to understand these dire circumstances. She is a daughter of SPECTRE, she can never leave, unless in a body bag.

“Richard, I’m scared.”

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“Why didn’t you kill me?”

The question is asked pointedly, as if the agent should be ashamed of his failure to follow orders and dispatch her as instructed. Leaning up from the military cot she has found herself in, housed in what looks to be some kind of secret bunker, Adelia clutches at the wound in her side and groans. It has been cleaned, stitched and dressed but still hurts like hell. She still doesn’t know where the sniper came from and whether she was his intended target. The only person that knew of her location was her SPECTRE commander, was he the one behind this, some kind of interagency betrayal? The fact remains, if the sniper and 009 were allies, she’d be dead and as such, that makes 9 the only person she can truly trust right now.

It takes her a moment to realise she is unarmed; the realisation an uncomfortable one, a naked vulnerability that is difficult to ignore or fight the urge to correct.

“Tell me!” The force of the shout is almost enough to momentarily wind 10 in the state but she needs to know why she is here, is he her captor or her saviour, and if it is the latter, why? Why would he risk himself and his position to save a known enemy.

“I swear to God Richard…” She stops suddenly, aware the painkillers are making her fuzzy and confused, she hasn’t used his real name before, in truth, she’s never admitted to knowing it; mainly because it is easier to kill a number than it is a name.

Taking a deep breath, the SPECTRE agent attempts to compose herself. “Just…are we safe here? Am I safe here 9?”

Things for Richard: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

II @mettleborn

Blood touched hands busied themselves with a dampened cloth as Richard wiped the skin of his palms and fingertips clean of Her injuries. She had lost a lot taking that shot, but the agent was certain that his patchwork would hold and give her time to recuperate, that is, if She didn't allow herself to calm down first. 9 didn't flinch at the other agent's sharpened words. Not even a twitch. Shock, he thought to himself. He could imagine that such panic-induced speech and state was the initial result of shock... and painkillers... and perhaps, seeing the man who had been acting as your competitor, at best, sitting close by as the first sight when you wake up from a deepened slumber. "Shhh... Calm down. Ye' need to calm down, 10" he tut, continuing to sit near Adelia's bedside; his steady, blue gaze not shying away for a moment as he glanced over her injuries. The stitches were holding. Thank god. "Look, I get it, yer' upset. Yer' in shock. I'm the last person ye' wanted to see, but I'm all you've got righ' now." Richard had been, since he personally dragged her unconscious body to the protected embrace of the safe house. "I need ye' to calm down and breathe, 10, I don't want yer' stitches comin' undone. Breathe. We're safe here. Yer' safe. Breathe..."

Propping himself up off his seat, he made his way to the nearby sink to fill up a glass of water. "I didn't kill ye' 'cause ye' and I are both on the same sinkin' ship," he explained, making his way back to 10's bedside before handing her the glass. An olive branch. "Ye' and I were both sent there under the 'guise of another mission. Wha' we go' instead was an ambush.--Now, I have no fuckin' idea wha's goin' on, but all I know is tha' somebody is desperate for both our heads tha' they hired bloo'y snipers to take us out." "How're ye' feelin', by the way?" Richard realized he hadn't asked since Adelia woke up. "Ye' were out for some time."

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 09

Warning: swearing (as always), BJ being horny, fire hazard.

The next day was monday, and every monday night since the girls moved together years ago was movienight. They prepared dinner together, bought a shitton of snacks, sat down on the floor in the living room and watched at least 2 movies. Most of the time they fell asleep during the third one.

So they were all in their kitchen, which had pretty peach-colored walls, a big window framed by curtains with various embroidered wildflowers on them, and olive green / beige french country-style kitchen furniture. Rei was making guacamole - which Sirius made quite a hard activity with all the jumping and whining for a piece of chips or basically anything delicious - while Sofía was talking about her business dinner from last night and Ari was sitting on the countertop, in the middle of the kitchen, eating Nutella out of a jar with a skull-shaped spoon. Minerva was laying beside her on her back, playing with a piece of breadcrust, getting occasional earscratchies.

- So I was like "No go amigo, I couldn't possibly share an exhibition with them" and my manager was like "why?" and I was like "because I'd have to be talkative and cute with them and man I couldn't" and he was like "but they are respected artists in the community" and I was like "yeah but they can't even use photoshop MICHAEL how could I work with people who are sooo past century"? - said Sofía, flipped her hair and took a sip out of her lemonade. - So yeah, he arranged the whole thing and now my coworkers for the next couple exhibitions will be not so known, but rising photographers instead of old people, isn't that awesome? - all of a sudden Minerva lifted her head up, pricked her ears and started to hiss in the entrance's direction.

Beetlejuice just arrived after his hunt for bugs in the winter garden. He was leaning against the entrance archway, and shaked his head in disappointment.

- I can't believe that you still hate me this much, you waste of fur. - the cat hissed harder. - What?!? Two can play this game, if you're not nice, I won't be either! - he pointed at Sirius, who let out one bark, then continued harassing Rei. - Look, even the dog got kinda used to me!

- I wonder what her problem is. - said Sofía while Ari pulled the kitty into her embrace.

- That's the point where you should tell them that "yeah she sees my demon buddy, yeah, we have a spectre, and I can hear him!" - said Beetlejuice in a girlish voice while he stepped closer to Ari. The girl stroked the slightly hissing Minerva, who was now laying on her lap. Ari licked her Nutella-covered spoon clean. Beetlejuice stopped in his movement and his jaw slightly dropped. He started to drool a bit. - Hooooly shit babes, it seems like you know how to turn my software into a hardware!

Ari blushed a bit and tried really hard not to giggle so she started to talk.

- ANYWAY... - that was way louder than she intended, so she cleared her throat - ...what did you do last night, Rei? - knowing exactly what happened to her poor sister (since after she got better, Beetlejuice told her everything), she was just curious if she would talk about the posession of her computer. Rei's ginger hair flew over her face as she turned to Ari and put the guacamole down to the countertop.

- Well you could say I was practicing poetry, since Robert Lewis Stevenson insisted that wine is bottled poetry, but to be honest after streaming I was just drinking and wondering what I wanted to be when I grew up... I'm sure it wasn't an anxiety ridden bitch disgusted by people with a wine problem, serving exactly those whom I disgusted by, but... - she put her hands up in the air - ...here I am! - she giggled as she turned to the fridge.

- So I suppose your "fans" were mean again? - asked Sof. Rei took some cheese out of the fridge, and scoffed while giving a piece to the very excited Sirius.

- Not mean, fuckin nasty. - she shut the fridge and rubbed the bridge of her nose under her glasses. - I mean, some of them spammed my IG DMs with requests of "please send me the bra you wore during today's stream, I saw the strap and I'm hooked", like... Ugh.

- Can't judge a man for wanting some lingerie from a pretty girl, that's my opinion. - said Beetlejuice while he hopped on the counter next to Rei.

- Jesus fuck people are weird... - commented Ari as she got off of the middle countertop. Minerva ran away to upstairs.

- Oh so that's the socially acceptable opinion now? Okay wait... - Beetlejuice cleared his throat and continued in a sarcastic manner, heavily gesturing while doing so. - OH YES PEOPLE ARE AWFUL UGH DISGUSTING EW HOW COULD SOMEONE ASK ANYTHING LIKE THAT EWEWEW. - his voice went back to normal as he looked at Ari, who just hugged Rei. - Was it good and totally believable? - Ari smiled and gave him a thumbs up behind her sister's back. - God I'm good! On the other hand, did I tell you that when I walked into Rei's room yesterday, I almost tripped on a bra? You could say... - he floated next to Ari's ear. The girl could feel his icy breath on her earlobe. - ...it was a booby trap. - Ari shut her eyes and bit her lower lip while smiling widely. - SERIOUSLY HOW ARE YOU NOT LAUGHING YOUR PRETTY ROUND ASS OFF, THAT WAS PHENOMENAL!!! - Ari let Rei go and went to one of the cupboards. Rei poured herself a glass of red wine.

- I don't even know why I'm getting upset by these kinds of shits anymore. I've been doing this job for years, I should be used to creeps. - she shrugged. - Eh, whatever, it felt nice to vent.

- And we're here to listen every time! - shouted Ari, head inside one of the lower cupboards, fistbumping the air. After some rummaging, she lifted her head out. - Hey guys, where did we put the ultimate bathbomb?

- What? - asked Sofía with a tilted head.

- The toaster. Obviously. - BJ slapped his knees as he started laughing.

- Gee, doll, that was good! Your humor is getting worse and worse under my influence and I'm living for it! - he scratched his head. - Wait, is that appropriate for me to say? Or should I say I'm dying for it? Since I'm dead? - he shrugged his shoulders. - I dunno both sound good.

After Sof got the machine out of one of the highest cupboards, Ari started making grilled cheese sandwiches. Beetlejuice floated right next to her and flashed a pretty evil, toothy grin. He wriggled his fingers while looking up at the ceiling lamp, which started to flicker. The girls quickly looked at each other but didn't say a thing. BJ giggled. Ari stuck the toaster's plug into the power outlet, which instantly made it sparkle. One of the sparkles fell on Ari's hand. She quickly got it away with a quiet "ouch", and looked at where Beetlejuice's very uproarious laugh came from. The angry face she made almost made the demon tear up.

- What? You thought I'd never mess with ya, doll? After seeing this face, I'll do it even more often, you angry little toddler you... - and with that, the lights flickered again.

- Am I hallucinating or did ya see that too? - asked Sofi, pointing at the lamp.

- Maybe it's just bad wiring... - said Rei, with a rather nervous chuckle. She didn't sound believable at all. - It's nothing to worry about...

- Oh so you think I'm nothing to worry about?! - said Beetlejuice with annoyement in his voice. - You underestimate me, little one. - he pointed at the chandelier in the living room and the lamp in the kitchen. They both started to shine and flicker in the same rhythm. The girls looked at each other.

- I'm pretty sure that's not bad wiring... I think... - one of the light bulbs in the living room shattered, stopping Ari for a moment. They all ducked as the light bulb in the kitchen exploded. - I THINK THIS HOUSE REALLY IS HAUNTED!!!

- THANK YOU! FINALLY! - shouted Beetlejuice, his eyes and his neon green hair glowing. - I'M FINALLY GETTING THE RECOGNITION I DESERVE!

- IT'S NOT, GHOSTS ARE NOT REAL! - shouted Rei, while trying to help Ari get hold of the angrily barking Sirius.

- It's scientifically proven that they are... - commented Sof.

- Shut up, I'm not superstitious like you two! I mean sure, weird things are happening in the house, like my PC acting strange, or the hairdryer sucking Sofi's hair in, but I'm sure there's a logical explanation!

Beetlejuice grinned like a maniac.

- Oh baby you really want logical explanation? You think there's any logic to ME? Then watch... This! - the demon cracked his fingers and chuckled as he looked at the plugged in toaster. Ari looked at the voice's direction and gasped when she saw what Beetlejuice was doing. The toaster's heating wires were glowing red hot, and an awful stench came from the machine. The smell of burning plastic.

- OH FUCKIN HELL!!!

- Who doesn't like a bit of electrical fire? - said Beetlejuice, laughing, looking at the infurious Sof. Ari quickly jumped up and started to go through the drawers quickly. Sof was quicker, she handed her the oven mittens, which Ari put her hands into and lifted the now flaming toaster.

- Okay... Now what? - Rei jumped up in panic too.

- What what?!?

- Where do I put it?!

- ARIADNÉ, YOU JUST LIFTED THIS FLAMING SHIT UP WITHOUT A PLAN?!?!?!?!

- I'M NOT A VERY BRIGHT WOMAN, OKAY?!?!?!? - Rei opened up the window and pulled the curtains back.

- THROW IT OUT!!! - Ari quickly threw the machine out of the window, into the birdbath that was under it. The flames started to fade and the girls let out a huge, relieved breath.

- Welp... I may sound like a hypocrite but... After this I think we're haunted. - Sofía and Ari both looked at Rei.

- You said, literally a minute ago, and I quote, that you are not superstitious like us two. - Rei threw her hands up in the air.

- I'm not superstitious! But I'm a... Umm a little bit stitious.

- Do you seriously think this is a right time for Office quotes? - asked Sof, with folded hands and an eyeroll.

- Hey this is how I cope! Toasters don't start spitting flames normally, man! That shit scared the living Hell out of me!

Ari bit her lower lip. A faint idea crossed her mind.

- Ummm... I think we should ask our presence what do they want. - the girls and Beetlejuice both looked at Ari with lifted eyebrows. - Sof, don't you have an Ouija board? We could ask them stuff and maybe help them out. So they won't cause trouble like this again. - Beetlejuice covered his smiling mouth with his hands.

- OHMYGOD BABES THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! I never tried playing with those things but...

- Okay let's do it. - stated Rei decidedly. - Sofía! Get your Ouija board. We're adjourning movienight. Let's ask this bitch what the everliving fuck is their problem!

[saintoflostmonsters]

I said words can't express how much Crisis on Infinite Earths dissapointed me but fuck me I'm gonna try:

It's a Green Arrow suckfest they spent so much time kissing Oliver's ass the narrative was obviously an after thought...bro fuck Arrow

Great characters absolutely wasted this is the blandest fucking crossover ever full of "hey look at this" moments without ever actually earning them

No Iris, no Jen, no Zari, no Anissa, no Cisco, no Charlie, no Berad, wasted Diggle, wasted J'onn, wasted Jeff, wasted Ryan...disgusting

Speaking of wasted potention holy shit how do you drop the ball on the Spectre that hard, what, ripping off Batman plotlines wasn't enough now we're ripping off Green Lantern plots (Hal being the Spectre during the Quiver storyline...this show fucking wishes it had writing that good)

Three seasons of narrative buildup and atmospheric rigidity on Black Lightning...absolutely wasted by dropping them in this watered down pot of clam chowder I am livid

Addition to the last point: there are still alternate earths... every DC Universe show still has its own earth so why dumb down the seriousness of one of the best directed and best plotted shows just for a bullshit softcore DCTV justice moment (it was nice and all but honest to god not worth it)

In conclusion: