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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 33

[sees rewind cover] time to be emo

swerve giving us a nice lil recap of the wild events of slaughterhouse thus far

and then the roll call page...I love how the last one is ‘rewind?!?’

OUGHGHGGHGHGH REWIND TINYYYYYYYYYYYY

I adore that nautica has a list of in-jokes to check off

ohhhh man I forgot that alt-lost light rewind doesn't really know skids?? bc the alt lost light never picked him up....

POOR REWIND he wakes up all elder scrolls style and then immediately autobot megatron is just There without explanation lmao this poor lil guy

love the casual gender stuff honestly

nightbeat: ayyyy rewind!! sup? what horrific slaughter happened here? spill the tea!

hvakjdfbskdf poor rewind is going thru it jesus

nautica and riptide hvbhkjasdsfasdfn ‘are jokes not funny where you come from?’ immmmm

nautica is so cute I love her

ohhhhh I love the panel of the two lost lights going off in separate directions with the title right below

‘I remember it well. kind of’ that's a really funny line actually hbvkdjfnasdfl

I really like how on the alt lost light, rodimus’s risky stunt with the sparkeater actually kills him - I mean I'm glad that didn't happen in the main story but that's such a cool jarring discrepancy

ok but its inherently VERY funny that the djd like, murdered the entire lost light, but later in the story the lost lighters are obviously still around and not dead...that's so fucking funny, the djd were probably like ????????????????? what the fuck didn't we kill these guys?????? but also they were tripping so they cant be sure

isn't it brainstorm who called the djd on the alt lost light??? oof

LOVE the continuity of the alt lost light being the place that the djd went at the end of the scavengers 2 parter wayyyy back in the beginning of s1

more horrific slaughter, as one would expect from an arc called ‘slaughterhouse’

jeeeesus I forgot how completely fucked up all the shit was for poor rewind 2. christ

also the like, thematic irony of alt-chromedome refusing to erase rewind from his memory and choosing to die horribly instead....SCREAMS I cant handle it

ITS SO HORRIBLE I'm so sad. poor rewind

‘silly string’ I love riptide

nautica is so smart I lov her

oooh skids going off on megatron is really good. I find the whole ‘cons are super anti-organic/alien life’ angle interesting, bc it like, Makes Sense that a race of robot aliens who live for millions of years wouldn't consider shorter-lived organic life to be on the same level as them, but its also like, not morally right, so the autobots are correct w/the whole ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings’ thing...its LAYERED

rewind: ‘I'm tiny’

me, crying: yeah...

honestly I really really love the quantum duplication plot in this arc. its like, peak sci fi nonsense but it also like, Makes Sense, and is presented in a very understandable manner...plus its like, super entertaining and fun, so I just love it

love how they're perusing brainstorms lab and just stumble across a dead body. classic

aaaand the plot thickens, with the reveal that brainstorm is a decepticon????? whoaaaa

I love that twist too oh man. I cannot WAIT for the time travel arc yessss

oof nautica being in denial about brainstorm being a con :(

I find it kinda funny that getaway is IMMEDIATELY like, punching walls and going full that-one-wack-storm-trooper-from-that-star-wars-movie abt brainstorm being a con lmao, like what's even ur beef dude

when nightbeat is all like, wait there's a Type™ for decepticon double agents? and megatron says ‘hm. have you never been approached?’ bvhjaskdfbaksfd

mannn tho, I love all the character stuff this issue...I love the panels of megatron where he looks mad and crushes brainstorms mask, bc like, he’s gotta be thinking abt the fact that the djd, his personal squad of bloodthirsty attack dogs, were the ones responsible for all of this, as well as overlords presence, and brainstorm secretly being a con....

ok rewind and megatrons interactions are fantastic

like, rewind IS the nice one, but the definition of ‘nice’ is probably a little different than it used to be due to Big Ole War

how are they propelling themselves in space????

NOOOOOOO I'm so fucking sad, rewind 2 is literally like ‘I'm fine with being deleted from existence bc my husband and everything I knew is gone’ aughhhh

and then megatron lies and tells him that he and chromedome, on the og lost light, are ‘inseparable’ 😭😭😭 I mean I guess that's not a lie if you count cd rewatching rewinds goodbye video on loop...AUGHHH

‘let’s not drag out the goodbyes’ but rewind, what about one of the story’s themes, ‘how to say goodbye and mean it’?

and we cut off right there for maximum suspense...

omg I love swerve like, fistbumping cyclonus in the chest, and cyclonus is just like ?

skids,,,,,maybe surprising chromedome with his not-so-dead alternate-version husband isn't the best idea...like, this isn't exactly a zero-explanation-necessary kinda situation...

I adore rewinds massive shoulder pads tbh

oh god. GODDDDD. the panels of rewind and chromedome sitting next to each other, not saying anything, and just slowly moving closer to each other while looking out at the stars....literally these gay robots invented romance, thank you very much

I'm so fucking tender guhhhhhhh

like,,,,the fact that both of them separately watched the other die horribly and could do nothing to stop it, and now they're reunited here, and they don't even need to say anything...AUGH.....

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm sorry I can’t. SO tender

and MANNNN I'm so so glad that rewind is back. I don't always love when characters don't stay dead but I'm completely happy w/it here for multiple reasons, like the fact that I really like rewind and chromedome’s story after this arc - like, I LOVE that they addressed the fact that rewind 2 is different from OG rewind, despite being fundamentally the same person, so he and cd cant just immediately get back together and pretend everything's fine, but also there's really only an 18 month (?i think) disparity between the 2 rewinds which is nothing compared to literal millions of years, soooo

ALSO I literally never considered this until this reread but it would've been kind of an L for rewind to die and stay dead considering that rewind and cd were The First transformers gay couple, and that's a really big deal! and I don't really consider it bury your gays bc like, rewind doesn't stay dead that long and also there are soooo many other gays, but STILL

plus rewind and cd ended up having a lot of story left to get thru, which is awesome

also I just love rewind so I'm glad he’s back :)

ok the fact that the suspense over brainstorm being a con still isn't resolved bc not everyone knows....spectacular tbh

don't knock the power of love, nightbeat!

the briefcaseeeeeee

ok but I really don't remember jros explanation as to why rewind 2 and the briefcase didn't get deleted hvbhjsdkhfk I gotta go look that up again

OHHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT THE EPILOGUE IS THIS. OHHHHH MANNNNNN THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV PARTS

BRAINSTORMMMMMMMMM ILYYYYYYYYY

I fucking love this scene bc this is basically the culmination of brainstorm being Completely Ominous for the entire story thus far, like, it really hit me this readthru that brainstorm was so totally sinister for like most of his screentime up until this arc...and this scene is the pinnacle, I love how everything brainstorm says is overlaid with so much tension for the reader bc of what we know now about him

like brainstorm saying ‘yes - here’s to fixing things’ is so fucking sinister even though out of context that sentence is just normal

and when atomizer basically voices what the entire audience is thinking as brainstorm opens the briefcase - ‘brainstorm, you can’t do that.’ bc yeah, what the hell, he’s opening THE briefcase, Oh Shit

AND THEN THE FINAL SHOT....brainstorm front and center looking SCARY AS HELL.... ‘I can do whatever the hell I like.’....everyone suddenly collapsed around him...the fantastic shadowy lighting...the ominously open briefcase...the clear segue Directly into the next high-concept arc....[chefs kiss] ART

seriously I love this issue so much. SO many good things. such good character stuff, really great interactions, some fantastic plot development, super creative sci-fi fun times...all around just an extremely solid and enjoyable issue, 10 outta 10

and MAN OH MAN I cannot wait to get into the elegant chaos arc, it fucking SLAPS, that arc and remain in light have always been my favs, I'm so excited to revisit it

AND ruth bought the physical comic TPB for like issues 34-38 or something and I'm so so glad I can read that instead of braving the many split-up double page spreads on the online comic

so yeah, cant wait!

#lj rereads mtmte

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amethystina · 5 years

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If you are still doing the mash ups, how would you combine, say, 71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live aaand 49. Arranged Marriage (for Winteriron)?

I admit that I had to think long and hard on this one and, eventually, I ended up with some weird kind of dystopian arranged marriage AU? And it’s not like Bucky will die within twenty-four hours, but his life will certainly be forfeit within a not-to-distant future once those hours are up.

More below the cut!

The story is set in a world that’s a little more technologically advanced than ours. Big parts of the planet has died and people now live in huge, sprawling cities, protected by high walls and various high-tech shields to keep the elements and pollution at bay. Due to how these cities are built (i.e. can’t expand all that easily) the population has to be kept under control. This is done through various methods, like excellent birth control, a limit on children one family can produce, and a firm belief in monogamy and the sanctity of marriage. The one you marry, you stay with for life, because there’s no room to go galavanting off and get kids left and right. The state also has a hand in approving marriages, to make sure that the best genes are preserved. This means that same-sex relationships are, in fact, quite common, since they don’t result in children. But, of course, these couples’ chances of adopting a child are extremely low. Only the rich can pay enough to buy one of the precious babies being allowed to be born each year.

ANYHOW. Like all true dystopian stories, this one has a dark side. Namely that those who aren’t considered beneficial to society are, well, cast out. There are settlements huddled around on the outside of these cities, consisting of the sick, weak, and generally undesirable who have been discreetly shoved out the door. It’s a harsh life since there’s no protection to be had and very little food. More often than not, it’s a death sentence (which, coincidentally, is also the most common punishment for murder, because no one wants to waste precious resources on criminals). There are laws in place to decide who gets to stay or not and, as you might have guessed, they are much harsher for the poor. Anyone who is sick, unmarried, and without a job are more likely to get kicked out.

Bucky is all three.

When he lost his arm four years ago it wasn’t such a big deal at first. Lots of soldiers lose limbs and they’re always given prosthetics to make sure they can keep working (soldiers are, after all, not growing on trees, either). Bucky is no exception. But then, about five months before his thirtieth birthday, he’s suddenly not allowed to extend his contract and finds himself without a job and is given no explanation why. Bucky is a good soldier, but, apparently, the brass has decided he’s not worth it anymore.

Bucky moves in with Steve and Peggy, no longer able to pay for his small one-room apartment, and he realises, quite suddenly, that he is literally months away from getting kicked out. People like him — those with a physical disability, no job, and no spouse— will be shown the door once they’re past thirty. But, naturally, no one wants to give Bucky a job once they find that out. Why hire someone who is nearing their expiration date anyway? And it’s not like he has anyone to marry, either, since he doesn’t qualify for the programs set in place to help people find a suitable match.

So Bucky suddenly finds himself running out of options. Even Steve, who’s been sickly for as long as they both can remember, is safe for now, since he married Peggy. Technically, the state disapproved of that match (Steve doesn’t have very promising genes, they argued) but Peggy pulled enough strings and twisted enough arms to make it happen anyway. Because no one tells Peggy fucking Carter what to do.

Bucky is glad that Steve has a future, but he is admittedly worried about his own. He grows more and more desperate as the weeks past and, long before he’s ready, his birthday arrives. Bucky knows they won’t come for him until the day after, so he has twenty-four hours left before he’s exiled. Both Peggy and Steve are, understandably, distraught while Bucky is mostly numb. He’s done what he can to prepare— bought supplies that will at least last a couple of weeks — but he knows that won’t do much in the long run. Once he’s outside the wall, his fate is sealed.

While he knows that he should spend his last day with his loved ones, he ends up drifting instead. Just walking along the streets, drinking in the city he’s lived in his entire life but will never see again. All their grief and anger just makes his own panic spike. He will go back home before the evening, but, for now, he does what he wants.

Eventually, he ends up at a bar. He figures it’s one of the last times he’ll get to drink, so why not? It’s not a nice place by any means, but the beer is acceptable and the music is good, so he doesn’t complain.

It’s when he’s just starting to get tipsy that someone bumps into him where he’s sitting hunched over the bar. Bucky turns, annoyed, but the scathing reprimand dies on his lips when his gaze meets a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. The guy is probably a couple of years younger than Bucky but cute as hell with a charming smile and clothes worth more than Bucky’s entire wardrobe. He’s not entirely sure what the guy is doing there— in that kind of bar—but, from the moment their gazes meet, his entire focus shifts to Bucky in an extremely flattering way.

His name is Tony, Bucky learns.

Tony buys Bucky another drink and they get talking. Any other day, Bucky would have made an effort to flirt, but he’s too tired to even try. He even says as much, when Tony seems bewildered at Bucky’s lack of response to his flirting. Without really meaning to, Bucky ends up spilling his life’s story to this virtual stranger, which feels both good and extremely embarrassing. The best part is that Tony genuinely listens, his face growing more and more solemn the more he hears. He asks questions, too, clearly appalled to hear that Bucky is going to kicked out tomorrow.

Tony is clearly too rich to have ever known someone who qualifies to get exiled.

Bucky shows his prosthetic and explains he can’t get a job because of it and, unless someone is willing to marry him within the next eight or nine hours, there’s just nothing to do about it. He tries to smile, but it’s not a very comforting smile.

He knows he’s going to die. He has come to terms with it, no matter how much it hurts. Tony, apparently, has other plans.

He proposes.

Bucky laughs it off at first, assuming it’s a joke, but Tony shakes his head and just repeats the question. Bucky isn’t sure how to react, but, for some reason, what he ends up doing is listing all the reasons why Tony shouldn’t marry him. Tony just smiles and adds some of his own— the fact that he’s already engaged to be married to someone named Sunset Bain (the name tickles at the back of Bucky’s memory but he can’t quite place it), is expected to produce heirs at some point, and would probably give his mentor a heartattack if he suddenly showed up married — but says they don’t matter.

Bucky argues that they do— divorce isn’t an option. Tony will be stuck with Bucky for life if they get married and he shouldn’t have to do that just to save Bucky’s life.

Tony argues that there is no better reason. In their day and age, most marriages are arranged anyway, aided by the state and their algorithms and research, and Tony would much rather do something useful with his marriage— like giving Bucky another chance at life.

Besides, they seem to like each other well enough— more than Tony likes his actual fiancée. Bucky might actually be doing Tony a favour by marrying him. They can work out the details later.

It’s not like they’re expected to love each other, but they can make it work.

It takes a lot of arguing before Bucky eventually agrees. Mostly because he realises that he’s being an idiot, saying no to the one thing that can save him from certain death. Steve would never forgive him if he didn’t try.

And that’s how Bucky finds himself at the registration office just before closing, waiting for Steve and Peggy to arrive and serve as witnesses, while his future husband is bribing the clerk to allow their marriage to pass. According to whatever algorithm that decides compatability, they’re a pretty bad match— Bucky is much too poor— but Tony can apparently bypass that just by showing his identification.

Bucky knows that’s probably a bad sign— or a really good one, he hasn’t quite decided— but it’s also a problem for later.

By the time Peggy and Steve arrive, Bucky has gone past nervous and shock and settled for comfortably numb. Sure, he notices the wide-eyed look on Peggy’s face when her gaze lands on Tony— meaning she probably knows who he is— but Tony has already made them all hurry along with the service before she has time to even open her mouth.

And, just like that, Bucky is married.

He and Tony don’t kiss— Bucky is much too awkward for something like that— but Tony gives him a warm, comforting smile and squeezes his hand, and that’s not so bad, either, all things considered.

Then, of course, Peggy asks if Bucky intends to change his last name to Stark, which is when Bucky realises that he’s somehow managed to marry Tony Stark— the heir to one of the biggest, most influential companies in their city and as close to royalty as you can get in their day and age. It’s a bit of a shock, but it’s too late for regrets.

For all intents and purposes, he is now married to Tony Stark.

Bucky has no doubt that he’s going to have an incredibly interesting life from then on out.

—

Aaaand we better end it here. But there’s of course a lot more to be told, like how Bucky and Tony try to fit into each other’s lives and get used to their impulse marriage (and, of course, slowly but surely fall in love for real), plus intrigue caused by Tony’s decision to suddenly break his arranged marriage. You can even throw in Obie and him trying to take over the company, which will be A LOT harder with Bucky there— an experienced, well-trained soldier who is often underestimated just because he happens to have a prosthetic.

It could be a pretty epic story, if you ask me, with politics, action, and a slow burn like you wouldn’t believe.

But this is all you’ll get, at least for now. I hope you like it ;)

#Amethystina Does Memes #Fanfiction Trope Mash-up Meme #Winteriron #Marvel #Tony Stark #James 'Bucky' Barnes #Bucky Barnes #journeythroughtherain

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sacha-oleksandr · 3 years

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[String of expletives]

I met this guy off Whisper a few weeks ago from a post I made about the spaghetti-o bear, and we hit it off talking about weird gelatin, baking, and cooking. We hung out the week before last (I think), and it was all good. He seemed normal and we had a good time walking around and talking. Awesome. I was down to hang out again, but I felt bad asking him to go out and walk around again because he’s got a bad knee. I had considered inviting him to come over and make stuff before—but had reconsidered. I don’t generally like telling people where I live or inviting them over, partly because I never want to clean but also because I am extremely protective of my personal space and privacy, not to mention my partner’s personal space and privacy.

Yesterday, though, I decided why not! He seemed cool, I was bored, and I wanted to get drunk with someone. So I bought some liquor and invited him over and told him to bring snacks if he wanted them (since we don’t keep a lot of snacks in the apartment, and I had eaten the last bag of popcorn for dinner). He came over, we started on drinks, we were talking about our friends and our lives and about cars, it was great. Things got a little uncomfortable I guess when racial stuff came up a bit, but whatever, no big deal.

About 1 AM I got tired, and we had finished the bottle of Jack, and I remembered he’d taken the train to get here. I told him that if he hurried he could make it to catch the last train of the night at 1:17 (my bad, but I did lose track of time, and I forgot that 2 AM was for downtown, not necessarily for here in my neighborhood). He sort of started to put his outside clothes back on, but then decided he’d rather wash my dishes?? And I think it took half an hour to get him out the door the first time.

You read that right. The first time. He finally went out into the hallway, and I guess got to the elevator, then realized he couldn’t find his phone. So he knocked on my front door until I let him in, then proceeded to empty his backpack full of saltine and potato chip crumbs on our living room floor looking for it. Fine, whatever, it’s not like we don’t have a broom and a vacuum, leaving your phone is a big deal. I don’t know if he even found it, or if he had actually lost it in the first place. He was starting to rant to himself and was punching the bag, hence all the crumbs… But he seemed satisfied, stuffed his backpack full again, and swept the crumbs off the floor before leaving again.

Shut and locked the door, hardly made it into the bedroom before he started slamming on the door. I let him in again, and he said he hadn’t been able to find his phone charger. This definitely seems like a pretense now, and he’s getting angrier and more erratic. Again he empties his bag onto the floor, I see the phone charger this time, and point it out to him. He drops his wallet and puts it up on my partner’s computer desk (which is in the living room) instead of putting it in his pocket. I tell him that he should, but no it’s fine. Okay. This time I get him to leave the mess. It is now approaching 3 AM.

He goes out into the hallway again. I lock the door and start turning lights off. I look through the peep hole, and I’m listening. I can hear knocking on other doors in the hallway. Eventually I hear the stairwell door open and shut, and I assume he’s gone. I’m sitting in the dark in the living room for another half hour or so just to make sure. I break down in tears. I’m still being quiet and sitting in the dark, just in case. Whispering apologies to Poe and Lyra for endangering them and bringing so much anxiety and stress into the apartment. Acutely aware that our door is the only one on our floor without a deadbolt.

I slept on the couch last night. I had considered calling my partner and asking him to rush home because this was an emergency, and it kind of was, but it also wasn’t. I didn’t necessarily feel like I could handle the situation by myself, but also I had to. I texted him to just call me whenever he could.

This morning I woke up feeling uneasy, and my friend I had been messaging asked me about what happened, and my partner called me to make sure I was okay. I thought I was, or that I was going to shake it off soon at least. Just needed to get up and get moving, right? I got up and looked around to see if he had forgotten his phone. What he had forgotten were: one glove, a sweater, the paper where I’d written my email address for him like he’d asked (in case he hadn’t found his phone), aaaand his wallet. I collected the things together and figured I’d text him later.

I walked to Target to get my partner the hand mixer he’d said he wanted, had a nice little afternoon there and a refreshing walk in the beautiful weather. Bought myself some shirts too. But, as I’m walking home, I’m thinking I should send that text, to make sure he found his phone, and tell him I’ve got his wallet. My next thought is that if he doesn’t have his phone, it’ll be at the apartment, and I should send that text while I’m at home so if I do hear his phone I can find it for him. Not that it does much good when he left the only other method of contacting me on the arm of my couch. Then I’m thinking, what if he thinks I stole his wallet and phone? What if he remembers where I live, and he busts down my apartment door, what if he breaks shit or steals shit or kills our pets?? All I can think about is little Poe and Lyra in distress, and suddenly I am having. a. panic. attack.

I hurried home—hurried so much in fact that I got confused and walked the wrong way a couple of times—panicking, just imagining my poor pets and how crushed I’d be and how crushed Raul would be and how awful this would be and how it would be all my fault how will I live with myself.

I kept reminding myself to breathe. That he was being aggressive while drunk, but he hadn’t seemed that way while sober, and he must be sober by now. That he’d have to be able to get into the building to begin with if he were bent on getting revenge or whatever. That I hadn’t seen his phone, so he probably had it, and if he hadn’t texted me about his missing stuff (or to apologize for what happened), he probably wasn’t going to just show up at my apartment.

When I got home, I took the elevator up (which I don’t normally do, because I prefer to take the stairs… but this, again, was an emergency), and saw the absolute mess he’d left in front of the elevators. It looks like he opened his bag and threw the crumb-filled snack containers across the hallway. Jesus. Do I write an apology letter to my neighbors and post it by the elevator?

I went to my front door and all looked well. I unlocked the door, good. There’s a momentary panic as I look into the rats’ cage and don’t immediately see them. Upon closer inspection, they’re just in their hammock taking a nap. Phew.

I started to cry again. Part relief and part defeat. I didn’t think that experience would hit me this hard. Did this fucking ruin this apartment for me? Am I ever going to feel like I can just leave my rats home alone again—or at least will this feeling pass once I give him his stuff back? I thought about going to the store to buy more stuffing and collard greens so I could do a “Thanksgiving dinner part 2” today, but I don’t think I can leave the house again without my partner here. I know I need to tell him I have his stuff and arrange to get it back to him, but I’m not doing that alone and I can’t do that yet. I’m still reeling from last night and I’m so fucking mad about how deeply and how suddenly this has fucked with my head.

Update: He came back to look for his phone again tonight and it was, in fact, buried very deeply in the couch. I was on high alert the entire time he was here. Apparently he was blackout drunk and didn’t remember coming back three times or hammering on the doors. Wonderful. That’s a mistake I won’t be making again.

#panic attack #bad experience #journal #diary #blog #personal writing #Whisper app

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clarenecessities · 7 years

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spooky pranks

Word Count: 1627 Rating: PG

Summary: i guess this fic is just standing around and talking about pokemon now Chapter Warnings: cartoon violence

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“I don’t know about this,” said Adrien, frowning at Marinette and Nino as they fiddled with a piece of string.

“No dude, no, it’s fine, don’t even worry about it,” said Nino. He was kneeling next to the front door of Marinette’s apartment, holding one end of the string against the frame as Marinette held the other, casting some kind of enchantment on the string itself. From the feel of the magic, Adrien was pretty sure it was a stiffening charm—hence his anxiety.

“I mean, what if somebody gets hurt?” asked Adrien, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Adrien, please. We’re professionals,” said Nino, clasping his free hand to his heart.

“Professional… pranksters?”

“Professional Alya wranglers,” Marinette corrected, smiling broadly.

“Yeah, you know, weirdly, that doesn’t make me feel better,” said Adrien.

The trouble had begun about thirty seconds ago, when Alya went downstairs to greet her mother and had left her bag upstairs. Nino had immediately decided it was a golden opportunity, Marinette had agreed, and Adrien had never been so scared in his entire life.

“Okay,” said Marinette, dropping her end of the string to the ground. “We’re good.”

“Have you done this before?” Adrien asked hesitantly.

“Nah,” said Nino, getting to his feet with an exaggerated groan, “You think we could pull the same shenanigans twice with that girl?”

“She’d see it coming a mile away,” Marinette agreed, solemnly shaking her head.

“She’d make us trip our own trap. She’s done it before and she’ll do it again,” said Nino. “Why make it easier for her?”

“I don’t think I understand human friendship,” said Adrien.

“It’s terribly straightforward,” said Plagg from the kitchen, poking his head out from behind the refrigerator. “They just do what they want with no rules or mind games or anything. Terrifically boring stuff.”

“I mean there are some rules,” Nino disagreed, “We’ve got like, a Bro Code.”

“But if you break it, do you lose like… an arm or your voice or something?” asked Adrien.

“All of your luck, perhaps?” added Plagg, grinning.

“Uh… no. I mean you might lose some friends,” said Nino, rubbing the back of his head. “If you had lent them like a movie or something you probably wouldn’t get that back. I guess yeah, generally, there aren’t any straight up curses involved in human friendship.”

“Oh, I disagree,” came Alya’s voice from the stairwell. “Only true friendship has curses. You have to get through it together.”

“Maybe the real curse was the friendships we made along the way,” said Marinette, grinning as she leaned around the door frame to see her better.

Alya slowed suspiciously as she reached the landing, eyes narrowing as she looked at Marinette. “Why do you have your guilty face on?”

“She feels bad for trash talking friendship,” Nino supplied innocently.

“Uh huh,” she said dubiously. “And the string on the ground?”

“Heck,” said Nino, with such force that he might as well have just sworn.

Marinette sighed, waving her wand to disenchant the string, stepping over the threshold and wrapping her arms around Alya. “Alright, fine,” she said dramatically, “You win this round, Césaire. We’ll get you next time.”

Alya wrapped her arms around Marinette in turn, snorting good-naturedly, “You’ll have to do way better than an extremely visible tripwire.”

“It was Nino’s idea,” said Marinette, pulling away to make a face at her.

“Hey I know it was a longshot, but like, imagine if it had worked!” said Nino, scooping the string off the ground and stuffing it into his pocket. “She woulda never lived it down!”

“And you’re not like, mad about this?” Adrien asked Alya, a little nervously.

“What, that they’re trying to catch up to the number one prankmaster? Hardly. I’m only disappointed their efforts were so… remedial,” said Alya, removing one arm from Marinette’s waist to put a triumphant fist against her own hip.

“Things are really different out here,” Adrien murmured, half to himself, half to Plagg.

“Oh, can you even imagine if someone tried that in a sídhe?” his guardian asked with a snort remarkably similar to Alya’s, “The charm would be absorbed in about a second. Even if it managed to trip somebody you’d more likely end up with blighted crops.”

“Jeez,” said Marinette, frowning a little, “that sounds kind of rough. I thought the sídhe were all about having fun and living free.”

“Oh, we are,” said Adrien sincerely, “It’s just that most of the aos sídhe take themselves way too seriously, and also that blighting crops is super fun.”

“Well it is,” said Plagg. “Haven’t you ever just like, smashed something? Started a fire? Popped a balloon? It’s a real rush. I’d do it all the time if people weren’t going to die or whatever.”

“Aaaand on that note, I’m out,” said Alya, rolling her eyes. Marinette passed her her bag with a rueful smile that the kitsune returned in equal measure, ruffling her bangs affectionately. “You keep the boys in line another day, huh? I’ll text you later.”

“You’d better,” said Marinette, in the warmest threat Adrien had ever heard.

“Later, nerds,” said Alya, giving a two-fingered salute to the room. “Oh, Mari, your parents said they’re gonna be downstairs for a while. I guess they’re reopening the potion bit for a few more hours, since things have calmed down. Your mother says, and I quote, ‘tell Marinette that she’s in charge and under no circumstances should anyone follow Plagg’s advice.’”

Plagg yowled in protest as Alya left. “I give great advice!”

“You give terrible advice and you know it,” said Adrien sourly. “Do you remember what you said to me before class yesterday?”

“Yeah, your first day of school ever, which I very helpfully took you to and arranged in the first place?” muttered Plagg.

“Yes, that one. What did you say?”

“I told you to go in and fight the biggest kid in the room, so everybody would know not to mess with you.”

Marinette and Nino groaned in tandem.

“What?” demanded Plagg, “That’s how you establish dominance!”

“If I were going to cat school, which is for cats,” said Adrien. “This happens to be a little more multicultural than you’re used to, Plagg.”

“Excuse you, I’m very cultured! I’ve been serving in the Fairy Court for almost—”

“No, like, a more multicultural school, Plagg,” said Adrien, rolling his eyes.

“What’s the difference?”

“Well,” said Marinette, “I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t most members of the court like, seasoned representatives of their various groups?”

“Mostly,” Plagg allowed, his flattened ears swiveling forward in interest. “Sometimes you get lone wolves such as myself, who just happen to be especially powerful and awe-inspiring.”

“But everyone involved is lobbying for a voice in the court,” she pointed out. “Kids go to school to like, learn.”

“Oh,” said Plagg, blinking. “Oh. I hadn’t actually thought of it like that.”

“You hadn’t thought of school as being for learning?” asked Adrien.

“Well excuse me for being used to refinement and political intrigue—”

“In what universe does ‘fight the biggest dude in the room’ equal refinement?” Nino asked, laughing incredulously.

“In the aos sídhe world,” said Plagg, turning his nose up primly.

“He’s actually right about that one,” Adrien admitted. “Like, if somebody walked in right now and put Plagg in a headlock, I’d pretty much have to respect them. It’s in like, my genes.”

“I mean I’d respect anyone who’d be willing to put a cat in a headlock,” said Marinette. “That many claws, that close to your face? Talk about guts.”

“Well let’s clarify, the toughest dude or the biggest dude? Like I’m definitely bigger than you guys, even if I couldn’t beat Catdad in a fight,” said Nino.

“Not you too,” groaned Adrien.

“Look, it’s adorable, I’m not gonna miss out on that. But yeah like, it would be significantly less impressive if somebody just came barreling in here and put me in a headlock, you know?”

“I suppose strongest then,” said Plagg, tilting his head to one side as he considered.

“Good, ‘cause like, biggest is def-o Ivan, but I don’t know if Adrien could take him,” said Nino, grinning at Adrien’s affronted gasp.

“He’s a giant rock monster Adrien, what did you expect,” Marinette laughed.

“Um, a little faith?”

“Dude I’ve known you exactly a day and I am one hundred percent certain Ivan would kick your ass. This isn’t even about faith, it’s about keeping you from getting squashed like a bug.”

“Well, who’s the strongest, then?” grumbled Adrien, unable to deny it. He was smiling in spite of himself, surprised at how much he was enjoying the gentle ribbing. He’d never been very good at taking things personally (though he could hold a mean grudge when pressed) so it was almost… refreshing, to be in an environment where he could relax a little, and know that teasing was just teasing.

“Out of the class?” asked Nino, frowning. “Hm… I guess it depends. In straight combat, probably Ivan—but as we saw today, our Marinette’s got a great head for strategy.”

“I’d say you could give Ivan a run for his money, Nino,” Marinette pointed out, smiling wryly. “You’re stronger than you realize, and your agility blows his out of the water.”

“Ha!” said Nino, grinning over at her, “Nino used Agility. It’s super effective!”

Adrien blinked.

Marinette, apparently picking up on his confusion, smiled over at him. “Oh, it’s from this game called Pokémon. I think Nino mentioned it earlier?”

“Yeah!” said Adrien, brightening, “Yeah, he actually showed me a couple episodes last night! It’s a game?”

“You bet your sweet cat ass it is,” said Nino. “Marinette, grab us some consoles. Things are about to get wild.”

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Let’s get Nuzlockin’! Into the forest!

The team, as it stands:

Yeah, Bristlecone’s not staying in for long, haha.

Aggie in the lead, into the grass! First encounter is... Wurmple. Reroll! Oops, but first, Bug Catcher Lyle. He leads with a Wurmple, level 5. God I can’t wait until Aggie has a Flying move, haha. Definitely going to work on him until I get one, dangit. Next up, another Wurmple, good-o. HA, WING ATTACK. And the third Wurmple is a happy OHKO!

Stalking through the grass looking for Shroomish silhouettes, haha. Oh hey, here’s the science dude. I know, dude, I’m looking for one too! Way to go, scientist dude, hiding behind a ten-year-old... Aqua grunt sends out Poochyena, level 9. Bit high for Aggie, so in comes Chickweed! Good 2HKO.

EXP SHARE GET. THANK FUCK. Only way to level up a fuckin’ Silcoon, tbh.

Bug Catcher James sends out... Nincada! Level 8. Aggie’s shiny new Wing Attack does the trick!

Oops, Taillow encounter XD;; Man I am so fucked for Roxanne lmfao. Level 5 female, will name her Wattle. She’s Quirky and alert to sounds.

Fuck it, into town XD Or, no, rest of route 104. And ooh, who’s that~?

Anyway. Berries, watering can, Echoed Voice. Lady Cindy has a Zigzagoon, level 10. Getting into some higher levels now! Snowdrop can handle this one. jfc it hits harder than expected. Will get Chickweed in for that last hi-- Full Restore fuck you. BURN THE SHIT OUT OF IT CHICKY. lmfao BYE.

Lass Haley leads with Lotad, level 6. Much better! Aggie OHKOs it with Wing Attack. Next is Shroomish, level 8. Sob. Fuck I forgot they have Effect Spore XD;; Aggie still takes it down, and gets a Pecha berry.

Twins Gina and Mia have Lotad and Seedot, level 9s. Wing Attack and Ice Fang get them both into the reds, and another finishes them off.

(Got two confirmed IVs for Chickweed now! 31 HP and 30 sp.def. Potential atk is 23-24, rest are nothing to write home about.)

Finally, Rustboro. And Brendan! And hell yeah, False Swipe from the Pokemart and Cut from a guy next to the PMC! Exactly no one can learn False Swipe, but I’ll pop Cut on Chickweed. Who needs Growl XD

BLESS YOU ARCEUS. Skitty on route... whatever this one is. The one to the east of Rustboro. ...How has Sing managed to hit three times in a row. FOUR TIMES IN A ROW. What is her secret. I have her now and she will be named Catnip. Oh shit she has Normalise. Okay. Okay I will work with it. Mild, loves to eat, route 116. Knows Tail Whip, Tackle, Foresight, and Sing.

Aaaand now I’m fucked lmfao

Chickweed, Milkweed, Aggie, and Wattle are all weak to Rock. Aggie does have a SE move, Water Gun, but he’s a hella risky choice. Bristlecone has nothing useful, Catnip will NEVER have anything useful, thanks, Normalize. Snowdrop is not weak to Rock or Ground, and Ice Fang would be SE against Geodude, but again, nothing good against Nosepass.

Okay. I think I’m gonna overlevel the shit out of everyone. Snowdrop will go up against Geodude, and Aggie will go up against Nosepass and hope that it’s a OHKO. I want them on at LEAST level 15.

Ohhh this is gonna be fun...

Training time, I guess! HEY IT’S YOUNGSTER JOEY. With a... Zigzagoon, level 7. Oh dear. Aggie manages it, and the level 9 Machop. Consider it training for Dewford Gym, Aggie.

Bug Catcher Jose has a level 7 Wurmple, a level 7 Nincada, and a level 7 Silcoon. Wing Attack on all three!

Lass Janice has a Marill, level 10! Aww man a Marill would be GREAT... do I have anything SE against it? Whoops. Okay, let’s try Milkweek. ...wow Poison Sting does fuck all lmfao. Okay, back to Aggie. My other two strongest are Fire and Dark, not gonna work! FUCK IT HAS ROLLOUT. Aggie just manages to stay alive, gonna switch to... let’s try Catnip, fuck it. ...aaaand nope. RIP Catnip. You were cute but useless. Uh. Let’s see. Chickweed is a hard no, weak to Water AND Rock. Bristlecone is underlevelled. Aggie is weak to Rock. Milkweed did fuck all. ...Time for Snowdrop, even with NVE Ice Fang, and hope the Marill doesn’t have a Fairy move! YES. FLINCH MORE. Okay fuck it at least Bite gets STAB. AND IT’S DOWN.

Milkweed evolves into Beautifly, at least!

Hm, can I get into the tunnel from here? Whismur might help. HA yes I can! And your name is Onion, because crying. She’s level 8, Adamant, and likes to relax. Knows Pound, Echoed Voice, and Astonish. And I will return to training later, I think!

Current Team

Reserves

Dead

Catnip the Skitty, found route 116, killed by Lass Janice’s Marill in route 116

Oh well XD;;

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