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steve0discusses · 3 years

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S5 Ep 15 Pt 1: The Gang Gets Lost in India

Ah, back to Yugioh classic. Sort of. We’re going into the second filler arc before Bakura, which I have been told is kind of nonsense. And youknow what, from the first scene--this is the first scene by the way--yeah I can see the nonsense.

We got Yami cosplaying as the Chrysler building, we got Yugi saying WTFWTF, we got...this thing?

This thing tells us “Join my game, Yugi!” and then the demon just kinda bounces.

K, bye, I guess.

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Waking up from this nightmare, Yugi reveals that he has outgrown his good pajamas. Or maybe he just overused them like I did to my favorite pajamas during quarantine (which, not gonna lie, I hand sewed my favorite pajama pants back together 2 or 3 times like they were the Velveteen Rabbit. Quarantine pajamas and me were like best buds for a year there.)

RIP Yugi’s good pajamas.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I can get used to Yugi in his normal ass old man pajamas without any cute stars on them. I can accept this. He’s getting older. So much older that for a second I thought he was learning Hebrew, by the looks of his books on his counter. I thought...wow, is Yugi actually attempting to learn a language spoken around the time of ancient Egyptians???

But uh...I went a searching and unfortunately that’s not Hebrew, and if that is a language, I don’t know what it is. Pretty sure it’s just random marks because this show has to be translated in so many languages. Man. For a second there that looked like really sneaky world building, but nah, Yugi is still kind of a dumbass who has yet to attend a solid year of school.

Also, I got to take in this mustard yellow as if I’ve seen it for the first time.

It has strong building blocks energy. It’s...so much yellow and it’s extremely the vibe of that one set of animal crossing decorations that I have because it’s a very common recipe, but, can’t figure out for the life of me how to fit into any room.

What am I supposed to do with these, Nintendo? Other than recreate Yugi’s Muto’s haunted game store/house?

Like I live in the Bay area and we have wild painted houses so you can see them through the fog (back when we...still had fog, RIP California) --but this is a little much. This is such strong Protagonist energy but as a house.

Also, I’ve don’t think I’ve brought this up before, but like...Yugi is loaded, right? Like he’s way too good and humble to ever say he’s loaded, and they sort of make it seem like he’s not (when compared to Seto Kaiba) but damn, this location of his real estate sure is something. That and Grandpa’s tiny shop seems to run on a constant deficit and his family just doesn’t care.

We flash back a bit to Gramps sneaking out, and Yugi is like “oh great, my only Father figure I ever talk about is getting a backpack together and just...leaving without any notice, huh? Without telling me you were going to go? Didn’t think that would maybe be a little off putting?“ and Gramps is like “Yes?”

Like Gramps nearly died going to an amusement park a few episodes back so I can see why Yugi is a little bit concerned.

Down the street at a little town lottery, Joey is getting further into gambling (I don’t know what those little street lotteries are called, it’s in a lot of anime--but kinda looks like mom lotteries for moms.)

I’m not sure why India is on Joey Wheeler’s bucket list, seems a little random, but he went to Pegasus’ country, after all and that’s barely even a country.

Joey going nuts on a lottery machine instead of going to school was pretty peak filler, so I’m not really minding this stuff so far.

And then, just to spook me, check this out:

I can’t believe they even let them back into a classroom. In my nerd school, if you missed one too many days, you were sent to the bad schools to be someone else’s problem. But in Yugi’s case...that either IS his school or...Yugi is failing International School, which is just a thing he’s allowed to do, because, as I said before, this kid has got to be loaded. Even Seto Kaiba was like “I’m not spending money on this school anymore. That outfit is like 50 bucks a jacket.”

Youknow, I have seen all the other characters knock on Tea’s choice of cute ass monsters for the last 5 seasons, and she has never once changed them out. She is holding onto this scary seraphim thing with the many wings like every child with their first Pidgey. She does not care.

Also how is this thing cute?

like the front of this orb has a face with hearts on it but like...it is kind of remarkable what Yugioh decides is cute. Magma golem: not cute. this thing? This thing that looks like it’s a chibi version of the last chapters of the bible and will sound the trumpets of the second coming? So cuuuuute.

Tristan used to be the Janitor/hall monitor/square archetype. Like hell he can walk around with that 00′s R+B soundtrack.

Joey appears in order to get us the hell out of school, and the art team retires this school background for the rest of what I assume is this entire series.

Goodbye school. Maybe you’ll come back with Bakura. Which would be weird, since rumor is that arc takes place in ancient Egypt.

On their walk home, Tea lets out in an inner monologue that no one could hear that after 5 straight seasons of his BS, she’s sick and tired of Pharaoh being the center of attention all the time and she needs a freakin break.

TBH, as she was thinking in her head like “Pharoah is just so freakin much” Yugi switched over to Pharaoh and was like “WHATS UP TEA, THINKING ABOUT ME??” and I thought for a split second maybe he read her mind with his Pharaoh powers.

And like...maybe he did? Seems like a thing he can just do but chooses not to tell anyone about. I mean would you tell anyone? I wouldn’t.

So, unlike Miho in Season Zero, who at least had the decency to try to take her Mother to Australia, Joey Wheeler has wisely decided that the 3 other ticket holders will not be the 3 other members of his immediate family. That would have been the most awkward trip between Serenity, his mother he hasn’t really spoken to in 7 years, and his absent father who was written out of the series for being a raging alcoholic. They would have not even made it to the plane.

Instead he’s gonna take the ghost in Yugi’s head and call that an adult (two tickets in one, really). It’s honestly not that bad of a plan, since his only other father figure, Grandpa, is MIA, and his only other, other father figure, Roland, charges like 300 dollars an hour and wants stock options and health insurance.

And honestly they should have taken Roland because he’s one of their best plane guys.

So they take the smallest little Amelia Earheart plane in the world, going from Japan to (checks map) India...which 2 times the distance this plane can go and it crashes...which is exactly what would happen if you took a teeny tiny plane over the Himalayan mountains without refueling that thing.

We call this a magical incident later in the episode, but this is just basic math.

So, fun fact, (and probably why I discuss planes so often on this blog) two of my Grandfathers were pilots (well, three, since my grandmother remarried another pilot), which sounds like a crazy coincidence until you recall that their generation was in WW2 and we just shoved children in planes for 20 years and called that normal.

Anyway, to save on travel costs, my engineer Grandfather built his own plane out of junkyard parts, which, as you can imagine, is a living nightmare, and it was held together by like duct tape and gasoline (which at one time used to be cheap). Tempted God every day that Howls Moving Castle touched the sky.

And while I only know it from photos since I wasn’t exactly born yet, it looked exactly like this plane. So looking at this, all I can think is...yeah...that’s what you get for flying to India in a tin can car. To this day I cannot trust any plane of this size.

So, they climb out of their wreckage virtually unscathed and into familiar Californian territory.

At least Joey thought about bringing a tent.

It’s interesting how our cast has become so accustomed to this that they’re not even all that shell shocked. It’s just another day in the life.

So next time we shall find out what India has in store for us. Or if we’re even in India...because again...feels a lot like this BG team doesn’t do any research into their landscapes and every place feels a whole lot of the same. But...at least they didn’t put any Arizonan mesas in India.

#Yugioh #YGO #yu-gi-oh #recap #photo recap #S5 #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #School?????#A really ass plane #gambling #And a trip to India

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salty-fang · 4 years

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Twisted Fate Sugar Edition

Part three (sorry for the long wait) thanks for being patient @loveswifi

Marinette had had a weird day. She had kept being pulled in the direction of people who could’ve been mistaken for male versions of herself. Jason, Tim and Dick.

She had met Jason first. She had taken a quick detour from her hour-long trip to the fabric store. It had been a week after her outing with Gina, Alfred and Bruce Wayne but a week before the whole Lila debacle. She hadn’t expected Lila to even be in Gotham so Marinette didn’t feel the need to worry. She should have.

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Jason had loads of knowledge on malicious stalking. Growing up as a vigilante taught him some things. So, he was truly stunned when he saw two shady people watched that pregnant woman with wolfish glares that he actually felt the need to follow them. He dragged her out of there line of sight, which without an explanation was pretty stupid. She’d kicked him in the balls causing him to hiss.

“Let go of me.”

“I’m trying to help you. A woman and a man have been watching you for a fucking long time. I just wanted to make sure you knew them. By the way, I’m Jason Todd.”

“Marinette.”

“One of them literally has sausages for hair. I think I’m going to have nightmares for a while.”

“Ugh, you should meet Lila Rossi.”

“Agreste's new wife?”

“Yup. Her eyes are so cold and dead. And she wears so much orange. It’s so painful when you actually look at her that I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.”

“Yo, this chick is the same. You sure we aren’t talking about the same person?” she snuck a quick look around the corner, laughing at the confusion on both Lila and Kim’s faces. She’d laughed too loud as Lila’s head whipped in her direction.

“That’s definitely her. Still as annoying as ever.” Kim had whispered something in Lila's ear just as she rounded the corner. They had started sprinting towards her and were going to catch her if she didn’t move her ass.

‘I can’t run far in heels. I’m going to have to catch a bus. The doctor did tell me to take it easy. Can’t affect those triplets with too much movement.’

She had only made it outside the door when she felt herself be hoisted onto sturdy shoulders.

“Let go of me! Oh it’s you Jay. Give a girl some warning will ya!” she said sighing in exasperation.

“Sorry but you really thought I was going to watch them hurt my little sis.”

“Hey! I’m not little. And put me down. “

“That’s what your focused on? And I won’t put you down. You may think you don’t need help but you’re wrong. So let your good big bro do his job.

“Good my ass,” she muttered, ducking under a signpost. “More like arrogant goofball.” Kim and Lila had either disappeared or they just blended in with the crowd very well. They’d probably lost them. Thank God for that.

“Jay, you can put me down now.”

“Huh, are they gone?”

“Yup.” She said popping the ‘p'. “Thank you Jay. For everything.”

“No worries, pixie pop. You’re my sis. I’d kill a bitch for you.” Marinette had fallen in line with Jason. But with his long strides and her pregnancy she was always steps behind him. Sure he’d fall back to match her pace but Lila had waited until the perfect moment to capitalise. She’d tried to scream for help but she had lost the ability to. They dragged her round the corner to one of her favourite cafés. Her head ached where Lila had pulled tightly on her braid (think Lady Noire) as she felt several strands of her hair fall out. Had no one found her being dragged around slightly disturbing?

She supposed no one cared about business that didn’t affect them in Gotham. Wow. Great, just great. She’d submitted herself fully when another blue-eyed black-haired man had come to her rescue. Seriously, was everyone in Gotham like Jay Jay or had he just been a manifestation of her sleep deprivation. He’d seemed so real, so human but it wouldn’t be the first time her mind would make something so absurd up. It was probably her loneliness acting up again. There was no way any sane person would stay around her for so long.

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Surprisingly it had been Tim who saved her, though she hadn’t known that. Unsurprisingly, Jay and him had two distinctly different personalities. He lived off coffee, looked twice his age with those bags but had such wit about him that he could manipulate the situation without the other party realising. He had been surrounded by so many coffee cups that she had thought he had been in his final year preparing for exams or perhaps working night shifts every day of the week. But nooooo, he was the co-CEO of a business. Starting at the age of 17. Marinette had felt some of the burden dropped on her and she wasn’t even in his position. No wonder he looked like he needed a pick me up. It was just as well that she’d come equipped with her special coffee. She’d make more for Gina later, he needed it more. Plus, Gigi wouldn’t be back in hours.

“I know you said it was alright to sit with you uhh...”

“Tim.”

“Right, Tim. I don’t want to bother you anymore but that coffee looks like it doesn’t do shit for you. I made some for my grandma but she won’t be back for ages so maybe... you would like it?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course he won’t want some he probably thinks you’re a weirdo who poisoned his drink. Maybe you can take it back from him? “ on second thought-"

“Sure. Why not?” Ok Tim needs sleep. My God, I could have spiked his drink and he accepted it. He’s so vulnerable like this.

“If I give you my drink it will probably take a minute to kick in but... but you have to promise me that you’ll drink my power down later. If you don’t I’ll find you and I’ll get you to sleep one way or another. Don’t test me.” He gulped, eyes wide as he frantically nodded. “Good. Now would you like some pastries to go with your Marinette’s Super Special?” Her shift in character made him freeze. He couldn’t find his voice quick enough and instead opted for a simple thumbs up. She dug two flasks out of her bag, placing one in front of him and sniffed her own. Then, she brought two plates out, setting out croissants so buttery they made him drool, raspberry macaroons and a dozen mini chocolate chip muffins.

“You look like you needed a sugar rush so I guessed what you might like. Sorry if they’re not your favourites. Now chop chop eat up child!” Tim took a tentative sip of his drink feeling it slip down his throat. It had been just how he liked it yet slightly stronger. And then he felt the kick. It had been so small that his brain glossed over it but it’d been there. He was starting to feel more human again. And it had shown. His face had become less pallid and gaunt, his eyes held a fire that had been previously extinguished and his movements became less robotic, almost lighter. Before Marinette could utter ‘I told you so' everything had vanished. Tim was never usually a messy eater but he definitely was right now. Chocolate was smeared all over his chin , flakes from the croissant had littered around his suit and coffee had spilt on his white polo shirt.

“Beanie,” he muttered, a wild look in his egyptian blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re real. Or I at least died and went to heaven. You’re too sweet not to be in my life. I don’t know how I lived without you before. Please, I need you as my dealer. Your coffee is the only one I’ll ever drink again. Please.”

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It wasn’t every day you saw Tim Drake beg on his knees and whine. But when you did, you would probably laugh your ass off. Whoever that poor girl was had just attracted the attention of invasive photographers. Unlucky, but at least they would get a show out of it.

“If I give you my coffee you’re not going to sleep. You’re going to be a living zombie and I can’t live with that. I’d rather not have anyone connecting me with your death from excessive tiredness.” Tim knew he had to play dirty if he was going to win. Thankfully, Steph had taught him how to master the art of puppy dog eyes which he aimed at Marinette. He then wrapped his arms around her leg, consequently being dragged along the unsanitary sidewalk to where both their belongings were.

“Please please please please PLEASE.” He noticed Marinette’s will become fragile. He wobbled his bottom lip, sniffling softly. “I’ll stop begging if you say yes. Please beanie.”

“Fine.” She huffed whilst he fist pumped the air. “But we do things on my terms alright?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Jeez. You’ve given me a headache.” She stated aiming a half-hearted glare at a sheepish Tim. “That’s an achievement, dude, not even Chloé could do that and her tantrums were super bratty.”

He had gone to apologise when shrill ringing rang in the air.

“Sorry,” he mouthed. “ I have to take this.”

“Jason what do you want? You just interrupted my deal with my dealer.”

“ I didn’t know you had it in you. But now isn’t the time. I need you to check security where you are. Pixie pop's gone missing.”

“Pixie pop?”

“I’ll explain later but right now she’s in danger. See you in 5 replacement.” With nothing left to say the line went dead and he decided to run some checks on Jason’s location whilst idly chatting with Marinette. She had asked for his unique insight on her latest design.

“What shade would you use on this? I’m only asking because of your peculiar style.”

“Definitely lavender but towards the bottom fade into a dark purple. And peculiar?”

“Who wears a suit on a hot summers day?” she asked eyebrow raised.

“Me. Batman. Business owners. Cosplayers. Bruce Wayne. The list could go on but I don’t have all day.” He said throwing an exaggerated wink at her.

“None of those people you mentioned are normal except maybe cosplayers so it doesn’t count. Better luck next time. I’m going to go pee.” Tim had opened his mouth to respond when he spotted Jason. He looked terrible. His hair was matted against his forehead with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot.

“I came as soon as I could. What did you find replacement? Spit it out. I don’t have all fucking day.”

“First, I want you to meet me dealer and then we can talk about what happened to ‘pixie' and who they even are.”

“Tim, as much as I’d love to meet your drug buddy, it’ll have to wait. She’s more important. I’m worried that the people who took her are going to seriously harm her.”

“Fine but you’re missing out on meeting the sweetest girl ever.”

“I’ll pass.” Jason snarled before turning back to the pixelated security feed. “That was where I last saw her. That’s weird. It’s like she disappeared from all footage. Do you have any other leads?”

“Jay-Jay?” Marinette barrelled into him locking him in a hug. “How do you know tater-tot?”

“Hey!”

“Sorry little lady but I’m looking for someone. Holy shit, is that you pixie pop?”

“Yup and who you calling little lady? I’m fun sized and could totally whoop your ass if I wasn’t pregnant. Just remember that Jason.” The way she had said his name sent shivers up his spine. She had delivered her sentence as a fact, not a threat.

“That’s why you’re my favourite, pixie pop.” Jason said, tearing up.

“Replacement, how did you even save Marinette?”

“They probably took a look at his half dead state and got scared off.” After an hour of re-introduction, they finally left. Jason drove her back on his motorcycle and dumped Tim’s limp body (from drinking Marinette’s calming chai tea) on his back.

With many hours to kill before Gina would be back from her night shift, she got changed into her gym clothes- a pink shirt with short sleeves and grey shorts- and headed to her local sports centre. Surprisingly, it was Dick who saved her this time

Marinette had been doing light exercise to keep in shape every day since she arrived in Gotham. She had a daily routine of squats, sit ups and weights, moving at her own pace. She had only attended the gym once before this and everyone had been friendly or had just gone about their days. Today was the first day anyone had actually approached her

“Hey sunshine, is it alright if I call you sunshine?” She nodded. “There’s a creepy guy watching you. He hasn’t actually done any workouts but he’s pointing his phone at you for a hell of a long time.”

“Thank you for telling me...”

“Richard but you can call me Dick.” She snickered. “If you want to that is.” Dick walked away to take a quick call from his brother when...

WARNING: YOU MIGHT NOT BE COMFORTABLE READING THIS PART. TW: sexual harassment. I'll put a brief summary at the bottom if you would rather skip

When she felt a firm hand squeeze her ass. She felt it trail down her shorts before she could even look at their face. She leapt away from his grasp, her breathing heavy as she looked around for any support. Unfortunately, the gym was empty, giving the predator an easy advantage.

“Hey baby did anyone tell you you’re damn sexy when you smile? Cuz you definitely are.” he aimed a snide smile at her. His yellow teeth glinted and his heady scent made her sick. “Princess, come back to mine tonight. We could have so much fun together and I’ll make you scream until you forget your own name. So, how about it?” He had approached he, pushing her boundaries, forcing her to back up against the wall.

‘No. Not ever. But especially not today.’

Marinette paled quickly. Gina wouldn’t be home for hours and he would most likely follow her home anyways. With no one to bear witness to this, he could do as he pleased. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He could seriously hurt her or worse... and there would be nothing she could do about it. She’d just fade into the background, just another statistic. No one would believe her because ‘she shouldn’t have dressed like that’ and ‘she definitely wanted it’. So, she would fight and if he won well so be it. At least she had done all she could.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to hit on people’s girlfriends?” Dick said forcing himself between them. He knew she could handle it but something about that guy made him uneasy. Marinette had exuded confidence but she still trembled and he could see how tense her muscles had been.

“He’s your boyfriend? You could do so much better than him. Just tell him your coming home with me. Or better yet, I’ll pay you to do it in front of me.” Marinette could see the repulsion on Dick’s face, as she gagged. “Yes, that would be way better. I’ll seriously pay you. Got a couple hundred bucks if you want it.” He stated palming himself through his jeans.

“No thanks. Maybe after she’s given birth?”

“She’s pregnant? What a slut. I bet she poked holes in your condom so you wouldn’t be able to leave her. Anyways, got to get back home to the wife and kids. Hit me up when she’s good again.” Marinette flung her arms around Dick as soon as she was sure he was gone.

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“Thank you so much. He wouldn't have stopped if you hadn’t come Dick.”

“No problem, sunshine.”

“It’s Marinette.” She mumbled, scuffing her shoes against the gym floor.

“What?”

“The name's Marinette. I would have loved to meet you under different circumstances. Oh well. Nice to meet you anyways.”

“You too Mari. Are you driving back home?”

“I actually walked her. I’ll probably just call a taxi or walk back.”

“No way sunshine. That guy is a huge sleaze ball. I don’t doubt that he’ll try something funny. If no one’s coming to pick you up I’ll walk you back home. Ok?”

“Ok.”

Dick had been completely right. The dude had been waiting outside, most likely waiting for Mari to leave but when he saw them leave together, he raced to his car. Dick had memorized his license plate and got a brief description of the car but he would probably dump it somewhere. Still, no harm in trying. He watched constantly to see if he was following them and took some turns to shake him off. In the end, they had arrived and Dick hadn’t left until he saw her actually enter her apartment. He had to tell everyone about Marinette.

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Marinette’s battery had been drained, both physically and socially after that week. Lila had pissed her off and she felt really bad for that guy she spewed on. Not like she would see him again. She’d spent all week working on the dress Tim helped her with to wear to her visit to the Wayne’s tomorrow. It had been her fastest completed project ever, though she had neglected eating and sleeping. Marinette had to agree with Tim. The fade into dark purple had been a nice addition and made it really stand out. Even Penny had thought so when she saw it on their chat about commissions. A hungover Jagged threw a ‘rock’n’roll’ over her shoulder and Marinette had felt a pang in her heart at the tenderness they treated each other with. Maybe, one day she could have that special bond with someone too. But she needed to focus on helping herself heal first. She could see the apologetic look written over Penny’s face to which she giggled at before declaring that she needed some rest.

Gina had forced her to rest before they visited the Wayne’s. Apparently today had been Thursday not Wednesday? The days had just blended into one. She had been intrigued to meet the rest of the family but she felt so weak.

‘Oh well,’ she thought. ‘Nothing a little tea can’t fix.’

Since she had found out she was pregnant, all her normal guilty pleasures had been off limits. No double espresso as bitter as her soul and no alcohol. She had to adapt to the restrictions because of her doctor. So, she whipped up a tea as strong as her go to coffee with way less caffeine. It had still her the kick she needed but it wasn’t as good as she would have liked. Still, she’d take what she could get. It still aggravated her when she would reach for a glass of white wine or coffee beans forgetting about the warnings. It aggravated her when she would call out to Tikki to transform forgetting she was no longer by her side. She would toy with her empty earlobes before letting her tears fall freely. Tikki had been the most loyal-kwami or human- and she still got taken. She wouldn’t pretend it hadn’t hurt but she had moved on. Some days she would remember she wasn’t with her and cry but on some she’d pretend everything was normal. Today was one of those days where she wore herself out from crying. Gina had caught her but even she knew Marinette needed space, assuming she was still upset about Adrien.

After a good half an hour of crying, she went to freshen up refusing to look like a puffer fish when she met everyone. Dabbling at her eyes, she applied light mascara and used concealer under her bags so she wouldn’t look as dead as Tim. She slipped into the dress, wearing it with pride. It had fit like a glove exemplifying her curves and showing her protruding baby bump. That had been the only downside as she wanted it to be a surprise. Though, nothing slipped past Alfred’s keen eyes. She’d been puzzled as to how she could style her hair before she settled on voluminous curls. It had required Gina’s help and a hell of a lot of hairspray but it had been worth it. She set her flower crown upon her head (delivered to her by Adrien) and placed one on Gina's. She’d been quite surprised when Gina told her she would have to go by herself but it wouldn’t be too bad. Alfred and Bruce were kind so she could just chat with them if the others were rude.

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Damian was annoyed. Gina was late. Very late. And he’d been waiting for hours for her to arrive. A soft rap on the door sent him flying out of his seat as he scrambled to unlock the door. He’d expected Gina but on their doorstep was that angel from before.

“You,” he whispered. “Why are you here?” He didn’t like feeling confused so he schooled his features to be cold and cynical. Footsteps behind him caused him to instinctively slam the door shut.

“Sorry angel.” Not that she could hear him. Jason had stood behind him, watching him with curiosity.

“Demon spawn. Who was at the door?” Shit. He couldn’t exactly say how he knew her or his reputation would be tarnished. Everyone in his family knew Todd was the biggest gossiper and he would definitely spread the news. Like hell would he tell Todd. He’d take that secret to his grave.

"It was bArBarA. I mean Gordon. Yeah it was Gordon.” His voice may have cracked several times but it was a convincing lie, right?

“One, you almost never call people by their first names.” Jason said, eyes narrowing slightly. “Two your voice sounded awful. And you don’t stray from perfection. So, what’s your deal?

“Puberty?” He shrugged trying to conceal his panic.

“I’ll take your bullshit for now but you forgot Barbara’s already here. Let’s try this again. Who was at the door?”

“It was that harlot that Grayson suggested I try to court.

“Oh, that bitch. She’s all yours. Just keep her away from me. And Damian when dinner is over, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you. Make no mistake.” And with that, he threw a quick salute over his shoulder and strolled away. Damian had let out a sigh of relief, turning to walk away before he remembered who was still outside.

“Todd tell everyone I went to the bathroom.” He yelled shutting the front door before he could hear his reply. He descended down the stairs only to find her missing. He had begun mapping out all the locations of the manor when his eyes fell upon her. He felt the air forcibly be removed from his lungs and he remained unmoving. Awestruck. His heart squeezed as he watched her sniff his magnolias that he tended to. The way her dress pooled around her and the small but present baby bump had made him flush.

‘She truly was an angel.’ His eyes glanced at the flower crown entangled in her inky locks as the moonlit sky enhanced her celestial look. ‘She’s also much more than that though.’

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” She saw his mortified face. “You know getting a door slammed in your face isn’t the greatest first impression a family could give.”

“I’m sorry. But what are you doing here?”

“Expecting a warm welcome, not being left out in the cold, really anything but this. And I don’t even know you so...”

"You do."

"Excuse me?"

"You puked on me. I didn’t think you were going to ever see me again so you surprised me. I didn’t want to explain to anyone how we were acquainted.”

"I’m so sorry. It’s these stupid hormones. And that stupid Lila. Everything is just stupid."

"Lila Rossi? She is pretty stupid.” And then something changed. His face was softer and he hadn’t looked like he would bite her head off. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m waiting for my grandma but maybe tomorrow. I’m meeting a stuck-up client so I’m gonna need to vent. I’ll tell you the details later?”

“Fine with me.” She hobbled away. She had been patiently waiting by the doorstep, her soft rap probably inaudible due to all the chaos. He whipped out his spare key, unlocking the door. He hadn’t expected that soft click to prompt the attention of his whole family.

"Marinette-"

“Beanie?”

“Pixie pop?”

“Sunshine?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH DAMIAN?” they screamed, rushing forwards to envelop her in hugs.

“I let her in. You guys didn’t even hear her knocking. Wait, how do you all know Angel?”

His eyes nervously flitted to hers at the slip of his private nickname. He saw the flush on her cheeks as her mouth formed a small ‘o'. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes as the others taunted him for his cute pet name. He felt Dick ruffle his hair, which took a while to style, and Jason poke his sides. He felt Tim snicker and Barbara pinch his cheek. And he felt Marinette link their hands together in solidarity, enduring the teasing with him. They had been so embarrassed that they completely missed the arrival of Gina and the scheming look on Alfred’s face who dished her the gossip. They missed the dark but silent chuckle that left both Gina and Alfred as they decided to meddle in their kids failing love lives.

“What’d I miss, my little chicks? Because Mama’s home.”

NOTES (optional)

In the part labelled with tw here is what happens:

Creepy old 50 year old man hits on Marinette and feels her up. He asks her to come home with him but Dick helps her out and stops him. He tells them he would pay to watch them go at it and calls Marinette names. He eventually 'leaves' to his wife and kids.

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deja-you · 4 years

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apollo & daphne

m. de lafayette x reader

“Now, ladies, maybe we should take this to the roof? I promise the view will not disappoint.”

“You have access to the roof?” One of the girls that Hercules had wrapped his arm around giggled.

“I was unaware you worked here, Mr. Mulligan,” said the other girl.

“Oh, he doesn’t.”

Hercules glanced up to see his best friend, the Marquis de Lafayette, join his little group.

“Non, last I recall, you were in the fashion industry. Correct?” Lafayette asked, giving each of Mulligan’s companions a charming smile.

“The fashion industry?” Asked one of the girls.

“Yes, I-”

“You work at the dry cleaners just down the street, isn’t that right?” Lafayette interjected.

The girls slowly began pulling away from Mulligan’s side. “So... you don’t have a big corner office upstairs that overlooks the Manhattan skyline?”

“Well, no, but I-”

“Ladies, he may not be a successful lawyer who works at this firm, but he can get you a great discount if you ever need some laundry done,” Lafayette grinned.

“I think our friend is actually waiting for us over there...”

And with that, Mulligan’s two dates abandoned him and slipped off into the crowd. Hercules tried to call after them, but they were gone. Instead, he was left with a snickering Frenchman at his side.

“Oh ha ha. You’re so funny. You just cost me a great night.” Mulligan fumed.

“What? With those two? Please. You had no chance.”

“I had a plan and everything. I was gonna take them up to the roof, show them the view. Maybe steal a bottle of champagne from the party. And then take them back to your office,” Mulligan explained.

Lafayette laughed again, taking a sip of his own champagne.

“What?” Asked Mulligan. “You don’t think it would’ve worked? I guess we won’t know since you decided to come over here with your whole dry-cleaning-shtick!”

“Quoi? Is that not what you do for a living?”

“You know perfectly well that I’m a tailor. And a very successful one at that!”

“My mistake.”

Mulligan fumed silently for a second. His eyes searched the room until they landed on a familiar face, and a smile spread across the tailor’s face. A plan hatched right there and then. A plan that would make sure his friend never messed with him again.

“Or maybe,” Mulligan began, “you were just jealous.”

Lafayette nearly coughed up his champagne in surprise.

“Jealous?” He asked. “Of what?”

Lafayette sized Hercules up with an unimpressed look.

“Jealous that the ladies love me and find you repulsive.” Mulligan stated, matter-of-factly.

“Moi?! Repulsive?” Lafayette was perplexed at the very idea.

“Yes, exactly. You were upset that you don’t have any date while I have two.”

“Had. Past tense.”

“Oh shut up. You can barely speak English. Don’t try schooling me on past and present tenses.”

This induced a chuckle from Lafayette. “Mon ami, I can assure you that I am not jealous of you. The ladies cannot resist me. It’s all in ze accent Francais. All I ‘ave to do is say “’ow you say,” and zheir knees go weak.”

Lafayette spoke in an obnoxiously thick French accent. One that Mulligan knew he was exaggerating just to make a point. An accent so pretentious, it made Mulligan want to punch is friend in that stupid French face. But not yet. He would play the long game.

So gritting his teeth, Mulligan said, “a French accent? Is that all you’ve got?”

Lafayette scoffed. “All I’ve got? If they are not impressed with the accent, my devilishly charming good looks will do the trick.”

“And this works on every woman?”

“Oui, every woman.”

A grin slowly spread across Mulligan’s face as he watched his friend fall into his trap. “Would you like to put that theory to a test?”

“A test? What are you proposing?”

“If you’re as charming as you say, then you’ll have no problem getting, I don’t know,” Mulligan surveyed the room before pointing at a woman in a deep scarlet dress, “her number by the end of the night?”

Lafayette followed Mulligan’s gaze to the woman across the room. She wore a form-fitting evening scarlet gown that complemented her figure nicely with a classy pair of heels. Her hair fell perfectly, making her look nearly angelic. And, God, that smile? Lafayette knew he would follow any command that came out of those perfect red lips. She was a goddess among men.

“Oh, um...” Lafayette struggled to regain his composure, but eventually his cocky grin reappeared on his face. “Her number? That will be, ‘ow you say, a piece of cake.”

“And if you don’t get her number by the end of the night, you owe me ‘ow you say’ fifty bucks.” Hercules said, mocking Lafayette’s accent.

“Is that how it is now?” Lafayette raised an eyebrow. “And what do I get if I win?”

“Why, the phone number of a beautiful woman.”

Lafayette let his eyes wander back to the girl, his eyes traveling up and down her body once more. “We have a deal, Mulligan.”

“Great,” beamed Hercules. “Now, would you quit shamelessly checking out my cousin, Lafayette? It’s seriously gross.”

Lafayette snapped his attention away from the woman in scarlet. “Your cousin?”

“Yes, my cousin. Did I forget to mention that? My mistake.” Mulligan began making his way across the room to the gorgeous woman, calling out her name in a sing-song voice.

As Lafayette watched the two greet each other in a familiar manner, he felt his heart sink. Mulligan had set a trap and he had walked right into it.

“Hercules! I really thought you had abandoned me for some pretty girl.”

“My dear cousin, do you really think I would have done that?”

The answer was yes. Yes, Hercules Mulligan would have abandoned his cousin at the company party to charm a pretty girl. And it would have been two pretty girls if his friend hadn’t intervened. But that was fine. Mulligan would have his revenge.

“Of course not, you would never.” Y/n rolled her eyes, still leaning up to kiss her cousin on each cheek. “Now, Hercules, where is this man that you’re always insisting is perfect for me? Do I finally get to meet him?”

Mulligan glanced at Lafayette briefly. “No, he couldn’t make it tonight. I’m afraid, dear, that most of the men here are only interested in getting you drunk and into their bedrooms.”

“Oh?” She frowned slightly. “Even the guy you were just talking with? He’s very attractive.”

“Especially him! He’s the worst of them all. He’ll show up to a party with one girl, and leave with another. I wouldn’t get mixed up with the likes of him, dear.”

“That’s a shame. Oh, it looks like he’s headed over here!” She whispered softly to her cousin.

“That would be my cue to leave,” Hercules muttered.

“Wait, wha-?”

Before she could finish her sentence, her cousin melted into the crowd and the handsome stranger took his place beside her. And was it possible that he looked even better up close?

“Good evening, mademoiselle. You must be Mulligan’s cousin, oui?”

An accent? Y/n hadn’t prepared herself for that. It flustered her for a moment, making her eyes glance nervously to the ground. She snapped them back up to meet his, hoping he hadn’t noticed her moment of weakness. The easy grin he wore told her he did.

“Ah, so you know who I am,” she said, “but I don’t know who you are.”

“Everyone around here calls me Lafayette, but you can just call me later.”

She scoffed at his cheesy pick-up line. Actually scoffed. Did he really think that would work on her? Did that actually work on other girls? She was reminded of what her cousin had said before. Perhaps Lafayette was used to waltzing in with his accent and pick-up lines and sweeping girls off their feet. But this was not going to be one of those times.

“Did you... did you really just say that?”

“And I meant it. You’re the most beautiful girl in this room, chérie. I’d be a fool not to be interested in you.” His response was smooth, almost as if he had rehearsed it.

“You don’t know a single thing about me yet.”

“Then I’d love to get to know you some more.”

She shook her head in disbelief at the man’s insistence. He really wasn’t giving up, was he? Did he seriously want to get to know her? Or was this all to get her back to his place later?

“If you really want to get to know me, I’m going to need a few things.”

“Anything.”

“First, you’re going to need to stop with your cheesy-pick up lines. And second, I’m going to need a drink.”

Lafayette chuckled. “Of course. Is there a certain drink you had in mind?”

She studied him for a moment. “Surprise me.”

He raised an eyebrow, shook his head a little, laughed, and made his way over to the bar. When he was gone, Y/n found she could finally breathe again. Did he really leave her breathless? No, not like that. It couldn’t be like that. Yes, Lafayette was incredibly charming, but she wasn’t about to forget what Hercules had told her about him. And speaking of Hercules, the tailor slid his way back to his cousin’s side.

“So, dear, what are your thoughts on Lafayette?” Hercules asked. “Was he charming?”

“Cheesy. But definitely charming.”

“Oh yeah?”

Y/n shrugged. “It’s probably stupid, but... I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Just the way he looked it me. It made me feel like... like...”

“Like you’re the only person in the room who matters?” Hercules supplied.

“Exactly!”

“Yes, it seems he has that effect on most women. Like that blonde over at the bar.” Hercules nodded in the direction and Y/n followed his gaze.

Immediately, she felt her heart sink. At the bar, Lafayette was chatting pleasantly with a pretty blonde girl in an Egyptian blue dress. She laughed at something funny he must’ve said. Y/n watched long enough to see Lafayette give the blonde a flirtatious wink.

“I’m such an idiot,” Y/n muttered.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault, dear,” Hercules cooed, “some people are just jerks. He never deserved you.”

“You know what, Hercules? You’re right. He doesn’t deserve me.”

“Yes! Exactly! Maybe you should... No, that would be too mean.”

She glanced at her cousin, suddenly curious. “No, what were you going to say?”

“Well, this guy is kind of a jerk. He deserves to be taken down a little...”

“So...?”

“So maybe you get some revenge. On behalf of women everywhere.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing too devious,” Hercules assured her. “But maybe you should give him a taste of his own medicine. String him along tonight, and then...”

“And then?”

“Stomp on his heart with one of your little Louis Vuittons.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her cousin. Yet, she couldn’t deny that his suggestion sounded tempting. Remembering how stupid Lafayette had made her feel when she saw him chatting up the blonde at the bar, she decided she would take her cousin’s advice.

“You know what, Herc? Maybe I will.”

“Good, good. Now I’ll be off, I think he’s headed this way.”

Hercules ran off to who knows where, and Lafayette took his place at Y/n’s side once more. He took a sip of champagne from a glass in his hand and offered Y/n a glass of red wine in his other hand. She accepted it quietly, taking a small sip of the strong drink.

“I sure hope Mulligan wasn’t poisoning your thoughts against me?”

She studied him briefly. “Would he have a reason to?”

Lafayette thought back to the bet that had been made earlier that night and swallowed roughly. To Y/n, it looked like he was nervous that his playboy reputation had caught up to him. He quickly shook it off and pasted his devilishly handsome smile on.

“Non, non, of course not. Chérie, I was wondering if you’d like to see the view from my office. It’s only a few floors upstairs, but I promise you it’s the best view of New York you’ll ever see.”

She smiled, “well, how can I say no to that?”

A short elevator ride later, Y/n found herself on a quiet floor in the darkness. Lafayette stood beside her and flicked on a set of lights, bringing light to the floor. She followed him past a few sets of cubicles before they approached a larger office. On the glass wall it read “G. Lafayette, Head of International Affairs.”

“You must be pretty important, hm?” Y/n mused. “Corner office? Head of International Affairs?”

Lafayette shrugged, then a smug smile spread across his face. “Yes, I like to think I’m very good at my job. I have plenty of experience in international affairs.”

Y/n couldn’t explain why, but she felt a hot blush spread across her cheeks. Luckily, Lafayette was busy opening the door for her to notice how flustered she was.

“So, what do you think of the view?”

Although she had reason to distrust Lafayette, she couldn’t deny that he was telling the truth when he had claimed to have the best view of New York. Her jaw hung open as she took in the breathtaking skyline in front of her. Buildings glittered like thousands of diamonds spread across the night sky. And it was so quiet, too. It was like she was in outer space. Surrounded in darkness with stars all around. All alone, except for Lafayette beside her.

“This... this is just amazing.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Lafayette spoke softly. “And, I have another surprise for you.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Another surprise?”

He set his glass down on his desk and shuffled through a drawer. He pulled out two items, handing one to Y/n.

“Is this...” she turned the item over in her hand. “Is this a DS?”

“Non, non, Chérie. It’s a 3DS.”

Y/n couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping from her lips. “Are you serious?”

“I would never joke about something so serious. Are you familiar with Mario Kart?”

“Familiar? Are you kidding? I’m the best at Mario Kart.”

“That can’t be possible, Chérie, because that title belongs to me.”

“Prove it.”

A look of determination settled in her eyes and she snapped open her gaming device.

“And...! I just crossed the finish line! Third race in a row. I think that means I’m the champion.”

“Ah, but you must remember i won the last two races before that,” Lafayette reminded her.

She set down the 3DS to cross her arms in indignation. “Only because you shot me with a blue turtle shell at the last minute! I was ahead of you the whole race.”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? I won in the end.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

She scrunched up her nose and narrowed her eyes. “But I won more than you!”

“Whatever you say.”

“You know what I think?” Y/n asked, leaning in a little.

Lafayette leaned in as well. “What do you think?”

“I think you hate losing. And I think you especially hate losing to me.”

“I may hate losing to you a lot,” he admitted, “but you, on the other hand, I like a lot.”

Her eyes widened as he caught her off guard. Suddenly she realized how close they were sitting on his desk. Their legs were touching and their faces were a few centimeters apart. So close his cologne began to cloud her senses, and she realized she wouldn’t soon forget the expensive scent of sandalwood and vanilla.

Y/n couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting from his deep brown eyes down to his lips. Oh god, did she really want to kiss him right now? She looked at his eyes to see if he had noticed, but instead she found his eyes were trained on her own lips. Lafayette began to lean in, his hand reaching up--

Beep beep.

The phone beside Y/n lit up and buzzed on the counter with a text. Immediately regaining their senses, Lafayette and Y/n pulled away from each other.

“I should get that.” She said quietly.

“Mmm.”

Picking up the phone, she read a text from Hercules asking her where she had gone. Checking the time, she realized she and Lafayette had been missing from the party for nearly an hour now.

“What is it?” Lafayette asked.

“Herc’s just wondering where I am. We should probably return to the party now, right?”

He hesitated for a second. “Yes. Yes, I suppose we should.”

After putting the 3DSs back, Lafayette and Y/n entered the elevator again. In reality, the ride down was only a few seconds, but to Y/n it stretched into an eternity. Had he really almost kissed her? And had she really almost let him? ...did she want him to kiss her?

They rode in an uncomfortable silence. When the elevator finally dinged and the doors slid open, Y/n almost let out an audible sigh of relief.

“If you would excuse me for a moment, I’m going to go use the bathroom.” She disappeared from his side abruptly.

Lafayette didn’t have time to process the last hour when Hercules approached him.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been?”

“I was upstairs with Y/n.”

Mulligan narrowed his eyes. “Oh were you now? And what were the two of you doing up there?”

“I just wanted to show her the view. And we played Mario Kart.”

“Mario Kart? What kind of play is that?”

Lafayette shot a glare at Mulligan. “We had fun, alright? Listen, I think I actually really like her. And I don’t want to screw it up wi-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Mulligan interrupted. “Are you trying to back out of the bet?”

“Mulligan, I-”

“Is this because you think you’re going to lose?”

“Non, that’s not it at all!”

“So have you already gotten her number?” Hercules asked skeptically.

“Non, not yet.”

“Then you are trying to back out because you’re afraid you’ll lose. I knew you wouldn’t be able to get her number.”

Mulligan had succeeded in getting Lafayette riled up. “You know what, Mulligan? I’m going to win this bet. I’ll have Y/n’s number by the end of the night, and you’re going to owe me 50 dollars.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive,” Lafayette responded confidently.

“Lafayette,” Mulligan started cautiously, “you might want to turn around.”

When he turned around, Lafayette came face-to-face with a fuming Y/n. Her hands were balled in fists at her side and her eyes narrowed as she stared at him.

“You’re going to win this bet?” She asked.

“Y/n, how much of that did you hear?”

“I heard enough,” she snapped. It all made sense now. The only reason he had been spending time with her all night was to win a stupid bet. She shouldn’t have been surprised, Hercules had warned her about him before. But it hurt. She had let herself believe that maybe what she had felt with him in his office was real. And now she was left looking stupid again. How many more times would she let him do this to her?

“I can’t believe I was so stupid!” She said in anger. “I should’ve seen it earlier!”

“It’s not like that, I promise!”

“Oh, but it is. Everything that happened tonight was a lie. Just so you could win a bet!”

“It started that way, but-”

“I’m done wasting my time. Goodnight, Lafayette.”

He watched as she stormed out of the building with his mouth hanging open. How had everything gone wrong so fast? Was she really walking out of his life as quickly as she had walked in?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to go after her?”

Lafayette had nearly forgotten Mulligan was still there.

“You think I should go after her?” Lafayette asked.

“Of course! This may have started as a bet, but clearly you developed feelings for her over the night. And she likes you, too.”

“She does?” Lafayette found that hard to believe after what he had just witnessed.

“Yes!” Mulligan insisted. “If she didn’t care about you, she wouldn’t have gotten so upset. Now stop standing there with your mouth open and go after her, you idiot!”

Lafayette didn’t need any more urging, and quickly began to pursue Y/n. He exited the building, and the cold evening hit him like a train. He didn’t have time to process it as he frantically searched for Y/n. She had gotten a significant head start, and Lafayette hoped it wasn’t too late.

Then a flash of red caught his eye. Y/n was in the park across the street, walking quickly in the opposite direction. Lafayette dashed across the street, nearly getting hit by a taxi in the process. He was running to catch up with her.

“Y/n, wait! Let me explain!”

She glanced back at the mention of her name and groaned. “Leave me alone, Lafayette. I don’t want to talk to you!”

She began picking up her pace, and Lafayette found himself in an all out sprint to catch up with her.

“Please, let me just talk to you!”

He was panting when he finally caught up to her, and seeing as he wasn’t going to give up, she stopped running.

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?” Y/n snapped. “If I wasn’t wearing heels right now, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now!”

“I’m sure you’re right about that. You easily would’ve won this race.”

Y/n felt her anger rising again. “Is everything a competition to you? It’s fine if you want to win in a video game, but winning a bet by messing with me? You can’t do that.”

“I know! I was stupid. I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am. But I really like you, and if you’d give me another chance-”

She cut him off. “Another chance? You don’t deserve another chance.”

“Y/n,” he pleaded, “I don’t want things to end like this. Listen, there’s this coffee shop nearby that’s open. Let me buy you a drink and I can explain everything.”

She clenched her jaw. “You are so self-absorbed. And... you’re not as charming as you think you are! You’re arrogant, and pretentious, and... and...”

“Chérie, I never said I wasn’t.”

“So why would you ever think I’d want to go out with you?”

“I don’t think you want to go out with me. But Y/n, I’ve known you less than a few hours, and I can’t stop thinking about you. Trust me, if I could stop, I would. I would’ve left this stupid party hours ago. I can’t get your face out of my head. I could go home, relax, take this ridiculous suit off. But I know I would be in agony if I missed out on the chance to get to know you.”

He tugged at his tie in discomfort and continued on. “Chérie, you have no idea how much I want you. And not just tonight. I want you tomorrow, and the day after that. I’d never ask you to be mine, I know that’s not fair, but at the very least, let me be yours. I’m falling in love with you, and I hate it.”

There was a heavy silence. And for what came next, Lafayette could hardly comprehend. He had turned his face to look at her for a moment, expecting to see some kind of anger or resentment in her eyes. But instead there was a sort of longing; perhaps a glimmer of something that could almost be mistaken as hope?

His heart began to beat faster as her hand brushed lightly against his bottom lip, finding its place at the back of his neck. Her face was only illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the trees above them. Lafayette didn’t have as much time as he wanted to admire her face before he found her lips on his.

And she kissed him. Her lips tasted like some kind of expensive wine, but much more intoxicating. Everything had gone completely silent around them. The rustling of the leaves above, the noise of the New York City streets, all of it went silent. The only sound Lafayette could hear was her heart beat, only a few centimeters away. She kissed him again and again until they were both breathless.

If, by chance, Lafayette could have suffocated in her kisses, he supposed it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. In fact, he’d rather enjoy it. She only pulled away enough to then rest her head on his chest. Maybe she could hear how fast his heart was beating now.

“Well.” He took a deep breath, the cold evening air seemed to burn in his lungs.��“Damn, ma chérie.”

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mosylufanfic · 3 years

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Holding Out for a Hero

I’m so proud of myself, I finished a 12 Days of Killervibe prompt at the last minute!

Holding Out for a Hero

Caitlin pinched the bridge of her nose, breathing out against the burn in her eyes. No matter how she juggled the numbers, they always came out red in the end.

"Dammit, Daddy," she muttered.

The bell over the door jingled, and she jerked her head up, pasting a bright retail smile on her face. "Welcome to Jack Frost Toys!" she called out, quickly minimizing the accounting software. "Are you looking for anything specific?"

Usually they weren't. Usually, they came in, wandered around a little bit, and left. If she was lucky, they bought something before they left.

But the man standing just inside the door, snow dusting his hat and shoulders, said, "Yeah, please, I'm begging you. You're my only hope."

She cocked her head and guessed, "A . . . Star Wars toy?" There wasn't any particularly hot Star Wars toy this year that she was aware of, and she followed every toy blog and website she could find.

He laughed, tugging his gloves off and shoving them in his pocket. "No, just a desperate nerd looking for a Puffy Penguin. My niece is three and she watches the show on repeat. I know Leo Lion is like the hot toy this year, but Maya knows what she wants. For her it's Puffy or nothin', and I couldn't tell if you had any from your website so I came down here just in case and please?" He widened his eyes at her. "Please."

Her heart melted. One of the best things about this store was seeing children find their new best friend. Second on that list was adults who cared enough about the children in their life that they moved heaven and earth to find, not just the latest hottest toy, but the toy that was just right.

She slid off her stool. "I've got some ZooFriends toys right over here. We're sold out of Leo, of course -" Everywhere was sold out of Leo. "But I've got Puffy in a variety of styles."

"Oh my god," he breathed, snatching a Puffy Penguin stuffie off the shelf and holding it as if it were the Holy Grail. "You've got them all. Elly and Slowpoke and Skyhigh - " He stared at the elephant, sloth, and giraffe toys lined up next to the penguins.

She smiled brightly. "Now this one says phrases from the show, but this one is a lot huggier if you ask me -"

"I'll take them both," he said, grabbing the talking Puffy. "Holy shit. Nowhere has ZooFriends anymore. How do you?"

She bit her lip. "Lucky, I guess." She stepped away and grabbed one of the plastic hand baskets printed with the store logo. "Would you like a basket?"

He took it. "Really? Because it's three in the afternoon on the first Saturday of December. A toy store should be wall-to-wall. Where is everybody?"

She turned away. "Amazon," she said. "Walmart. Websites, chain stores -" She shrugged and tried to laugh. "The plight of the modern small business owner. Is there anything else I can help you find?"

"I'll keep looking around," he said, studying the shelf. "So you're the owner?"

She nodded. "This store has been in my family for five generations."

He almost dropped the basket. "Five - Did they even have toys that long ago?"

"Oh, toys have been around as long as humans have had childhood! Did you know they've found marbles in Egyptian tombs? And dolls in archaeological digs. Toys are how children learn about the world, and how they start to decide their identities and practice interactions with others! They . . ." She trailed off, blushing. "Sorry, my major was psychology and I did my senior thesis on the role of play in early childhood development."

He held up a hand. "Hey, I'm the last person to shame anybody for nerding out. That's pretty awesome. You're in the right business."

"For right now, anyway," she murmured.

"What?"

She smiled brightly. "I don't suppose you have any more nieces or nephews that need Christmas presents?"

He studied her for a moment. "Do you have any action figures?"

"Collectible or to play with?"

"Collectible?" he said hopefully.

She led him down the aisle and to the back wall. His eyes went wide. "Oh my god, you've got Max Mercury, black series." He grabbed it off the wall. "And Brainiac? This is a great section!"

She smiled. "My dad invested in these because he was hoping to bring in the collectors."

"Well, he made good choices." He picked the Braniac from its spot and turned it over in his hands, studying it closely.

She left him to it and went back to the counter. She didn't feel like agonizing over the accounts when he was still here, so she cleaned the counter, dusted the book corner, and rearranged the ZooFriends shelf to fill in the empty spots he'd left when he took the two Puffy toys.

After half an hour, he came up to the counter with an overflowing basket, most of it action figures. With her heart singing the song of small business owners, she scanned them briskly. His purchases came out to well over two hundred dollars. It was a drop in the bucket of her costs, of course, but it was a bigger drop than most.

He handed her his credit card without a wince. When she ran it, his name popped up on her screen. She handed it back with the receipt. "Here you go, Mr. Ramon."

"Cisco," he said. "Please. Mr. Ramon is my pop."

"Cisco," she said. "I can wrap these if you want."

"Just the Puffys," he said. "The action figures are for me."

She grinned at him and selected a print of happy reindeer to wrap the stuffed animals. "Naturally."

He laughed self-consciously. "I'm not sure whether to be insulted or not. I promise I'm a grown-up man."

"Of course you are," she said, hands busily folding and taping. A really nicely grown-up man, too. She battled back her blush and hoped he hadn't noticed. "But I'll never look down on any adult who still likes toys."

"Well, sure, that's a good hundred and fifty dollars of my total."

"There's that," she acknowledged, setting aside the first perfectly wrapped box and picking up the second. "But toys are important to children's imaginations. And children grow into adults, who still need their imaginations." She nodded at the Max Mercury he held. "I don't think any of us ever really outgrow the desire to be someone's hero."

"Well," he said, "you're my hero today."

She met his eyes and felt the blush rise again. "Thank you."

He grinned and accepted the bag with the two wrapped presents inside. "And come Christmas morning, I'll be Maya's hero."

She smiled. "She's lucky to have an uncle doing his best to find her the perfect present. I'm glad you came by today."

"Yeah, well, it was coming out here or spending a hundred and seventy-five dollars on eBay and hoping like hell it made it here in time." He fiddled with his wallet. "I really don't mean to be that guy, but your website is . . ."

Her face went hot and she made a business of putting away the scissors and the tape and rolling up the rest of the wrapping paper. "Archaic?"

"I was going to say behind the times," he said tactfully. "If you had web ordering, you'd be sold out of ZooFriends and a whole bunch of other stuff."

"I know," she said. "But I really haven't had the time to get a good system set up since I took over the store. I need inventory software that integrates with ecommerce and for that I need technical skills, money, and time, and I don't have any of those."

He leaned on the counter. "You don't have to tell me, but how did it get this bad? You clearly love this place and I really don't feel like you would have let it fall behind like this if you had a choice."

She chewed her lip. "My dad died in September."

Sympathy spread over his features. Not the plastic, practiced sympathy she'd seen so often, but real compassion. "I'm sorry. Was he sick?"

"He had MS," she said. "He'd had it since I was ten, and he'd always kept on top of his medication and his therapy and everything. So - " She looked down at the perfectly clean counter and wiped it off again. "So when I was away at school and he told me he was doing fine, I believed him."

"He wasn't doing fine," Cisco guessed.

She shook her head. Tears burned in her eyes again. "It probably started small. Just little things falling through the cracks. Then the cracks got bigger, more things fell through. . . ."

He nodded. "They tend to do that."

"Mhm. Then last spring, he had an assistant manager who embezzled a lot of money - "

"What!"

"They caught him!" Caitlin assured him. "But most of the money was gone, and the stress of that just sent my dad's health into a tailspin. I'd just graduated so I moved back home to take care of him."

"And I'm gonna guess you were so wrapped up in that, you didn't even realize what was going on with the store until you took over."

She sighed. "Got it in one." She mustered up a smile. "I didn’t mean to dump that on you. It's bad now, but things will come around. They always do. The holidays are the best time of year to be a toy seller."

"Yeah," he said. "They sure are." He smiled back and gathered his purchases. "I'll tell people about this place."

"Great," she said. "Here's my card, by the way."

"Caitlin Snow," he read off the little rectangle of cardstock.

"That's me. Let me know if you have any particular collectibles you'd like me to obtain."

"Hmm?" He was looking at his phone. "Uh, yeah, if I think of any, I'll give you a shout. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," she echoed, watching him leave. The jingle of the bell over the door echoed in the toy store's emptiness.

Walking back around the building to his car, Cisco snapped a pic of the business card Caitlin Snow had given him. Then he dialed a number on his phone and wedged it between his shoulder and his ear as he pulled on his gloves. "Hey, Iris? Got a moment?"

"Hi, Cisco. Half a moment. My editor's breathing down my neck again about finding some heartwarming story to fill up Sunday space."

"Yeah, I remember you mentioning that. What would you say to a struggling fifth-generation local toy store owner who just took over the business after her dad's death, carries everything from ZooFriends stuffies to high-end collectibles, and knows toys backwards and forwards?"

Iris paused and he could practically hear the gears clicking. "Tell me more."

A week before Christmas, Cisco finally found a good excuse to drop by Jack Frost Toys again. With the name of a rare collectible action figure in his pocket, he turned into the parking lot and found it jam packed. He finally managed to wedge his little car into a space half on the gravel and climb out.

This was a good sign, right?

When he walked in the front door, the girl behind the counter wasn't Caitlin. "Welcome to Jack Frost Toys!" she called out before returning her attention to the grandma-looking lady at her counter. "We absolutely do gift certificates. How much would you like that for?"

The place was transformed. There was no other word for it.

When he'd come in the last time, it had been neat and bright and colorful, but empty and somehow sad. Now there were people in every aisle, voices ringing off the rafters. He cut down the doll aisle and almost stepped on a kid sprawled out on his belly, leafing through a colorful picture book. A little girl was staring at the Barbies as if she were deciding the fate of nations. A couple of moms were talking to each other over the Lego sets.

"It's just such a cute little place! It was getting so run-down there for awhile, but this new owner’s really spruced it up."

"I used to come here when I was Mandy's age and it always seemed like the most magical place to me. I'd forgotten all about it, honestly, but we're coming back."

Cisco smiled to himself and edged around them to the collectibles wall.

The door to the stock room opened and Caitlin came out, arms loaded down with what seemed to be flat-folded gift boxes. She stopped short when she saw Cisco. "Hi!"

"Hey," he said, smiling at her. She was wearing reindeer antlers and her hair was up in a bouncy ponytail. "You're busy."

"We are! I'm sorry, I've got to -"

"Yeah, go ahead."

She went to the front counter and stashed the gift boxes underneath. "Allegra," she said to the girl who'd greeted Cisco as he came in. "I just got off the phone with our supplier and they'll have more wrap here tomorrow. Can we hold out?"

"It'll be tight, but we should be okay."

"Great. I'll be back to cover your break in a few minutes, okay?"

"Take your time, I'm good."

Caitlin edged back around the counter and paused to check in with the moms. She considered their questions, looked around, and plucked a few sturdy wooden toys from a lower shelf. "I really like this designer for the textures they incorporate," she explained. "Babies enjoy being able to experience different kinds of material as they explore the toy, and it stimulates their brain development. Have a look at these. I'll be right here if you have any questions."

"Thanks so much."

She beamed and moved on.

Cisco watched her consult with the little Barbie lover and pick out a second book for the reader, as well as four or five other small interactions. It was like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel or Einstein doing calculations on a chalkboard. She was in her element.

She came around the end of the aisle and spotted him again. Her face lit up. "I'm so glad you came by again." She threw her arms around him.

"Uh," he said. "Hi again to you too." He gave her a quick hug back.

She pulled away, blushing. "Sorry. I - I just wanted to thank you. I know the article in the paper was your doing."

"Oh," he said. "No, that was nothing. I just called up a friend. She's the one who did the interview and that great photo - "

Iris had been savvy enough to pose Caitlin by her display of the coveted ZooFriends toys. Cisco had noticed how bare the shelf looked now.

" - and you were the one who made this shop so amazing that once people knew it was still here, they came."

"But none of it would have happened if you hadn't put it in motion. You said I was your hero that day for having the Puffys, but you’re my hero now.

“Pshaw,” he said. “Like you said, nobody grows out of that.”

“But not everybody does something. So. Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome." He looked around. "So you're doing pretty good, it looks like."

She nodded, beaming. "People started coming in after that article, and PalmerTech asked me to purchase toys in bulk for the families at their company holiday party. All my part-time workers are doing as many hours as they can, and I'll be able to pay the rent for January and February, and if it keeps going like this, I can hire somebody to revamp the inventory system for ecommerce."

She ran out of breath and panted for a moment, her eyes bright.

Cisco had to smile back at her. "That's amazing."

She nodded. "I mean, we're still competing with Walmart and Amazon, and we still took a real hit from what Jay did. So we're not out of the woods, but this - " She looked around, eyes still bright. "This is going to give us some breathing room.

"I'm really glad."

She turned her smile back on him and stole his breath. "Sorry, I'm just chattering away, and - did you come by looking for something else? Another collectible?"

"Ah - well, I was planning to ask about the limited edition Star Wars figures they're talking about for next year."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to order any of those until March, but I can definitely get your contact information."

"Oh. Okay, sure. But actually it was an excuse."

Her brows crinkled. "An excuse?"

"I really wanted to come by and see if you wanted to go get coffee or something. Sometime." He looked around. "I mean, maybe not right now because it's still December and you're slammed, which is great, but - "

"I'd like that."

His stomach filled up with warmth, like drinking an entire mug of hot chocolate. "You would?"

"Very much."

They smiled shyly at each other until Allegra called out, "Caitlin? A little help?" She had a line that stretched halfway down the doll aisle.

"Oh!" Caitlin said. "Uh, I should - "

"Yeah! Go. I'll hang around until you're free, and then I'll get your phone number."

"Okay." She gave him one last smile before rushing up to the counter and opening up a register. "I can help who's next over here! Oh, sweetheart, that's a great choice. Your best friend is going to love it."

Cisco watched her for a moment, smiling to himself, and then turned to browse the collectibles. She'd been right, he mused. The holidays really were the best time of year to be a toy seller.

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #12daysofkv20 #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fluff #toy store AU #I know December is retail hell #allow me this fluff okay #the flash

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How They Spend the Quarantine (Tadashi Hamada, Lucifer Morningstar, Dewey Finn, Wade Wilson, Harley Quinn, & Benoit Blanc)

Just a fun (?? is that even responsible to say?) little thing I’ve been thinking about while slogging through this neverending hellscape of an extended lockdown.

Tadashi Hamada

When San Fransokyo was ordered to go into a lockdown, there were mixed feelings.

At first, Tadashi had a hint of optimism that this would mean more time to work on his prospective projects . . . But then he quickly realized that his projects mostly required tools and space offered by the campus. He could technically make do at home, but it wouldn’t quite be the same considering the garage was considered Hiro’s space.

Somberly had to clean out his lab and take whatever he could home.

Cue the rest of the group (sans Fred and Hiro) griping that at least his style of science could travel well enough to be somewhat continued off of university grounds.

Helps do delivery for The Lucky Cat. It helps him get out the house, and it’s simply helpful altogether.

Uses Baymax frequently to make sure everyone down to Mochi is sanitized, and nobody’s running a fever.

Nearly as frequent a sanitizer as Aunt Cass.

He starts most days prepared to be productive, only to stop and poke fun at Hiro, who’s almost always got his eyes trained on a video game.

Tadashi realizes three hours later that he, too, has been playing the game as Player 2.

Learned how to make facial masks with Aunt Cass. He already knew how to sew a little but frankly, making the masks made him realize he could have a new hobby on his hands. He’s currently trying to figure out how to make Mochi a little vest . . .

Lucifer Morningstar

B o r e d. A s. F u c k.

At first, he thinks everyone being forced to go home would work in his favor -- surely some rule-breakers would sneak out and try to bunk up with the Devil, right?

Well . . . Kinda? Once Chloe found out and scolded him about it, the idea died real fast. Plus, he realized he wasn’t quite fond of the possibility of being around someone who could pop up with a disgusting human sickness at any point during their time with him. Smearing their snot all over, coughing into his Egyptian cotton sheets . . . Nope, never mind, he is perfectly content having the penthouse to himself, thank you very much!

Except he’s not.

The poor bastard is going crazy by himself -- he’s just not used to being without some kind of company!

“At least in Hell, you could tell there were people around you based on the screaming!” he’d whine at his phone during his hourly video chat with Chloe.

Oh yes: The video chats. He tries to make them hourly with anyone he can get a hold of (namely, his long-suffering detective) but this clearly never plays out as he would like for it to: If he had it his way, everyone would respond in an instant and let him bounce mainly one-sided conversations off of them -- basically, what he did before all this went down.

What usually winds up happening is he gets hung up on or nobody answers him at all out of sheer annoyance over his clinginess.

Ironically, he’s not exactly crazy about when Amenadiel initiates those “family calls”. He insists it’s healthy and normal for them to do this and even calls Luci out on the hypocrisy, but let’s face it: Lucifer finds it obnoxiously gushy and weird.

He works his way into Linda’s video appointment books to help him cope with his boredom and admitted need for interactions. She doesn’t mind offering him counsel, but once Lucifer starts attempting to butt in during others’ appointment calls, it becomes an issue.

Has, at some point, gotten buzzed down in Lux and streamed himself attempting to pole dance. It drew quite a bit of attention.

He’s managed to gain a bit of a following and some companionship by streaming himself playing piano and singing. It’s not the same thing as having an actual audience, in his opinion, but it will have to do for now.

He’s never been one to binge with regards to TV shows or movies, but after the first week, he decided to binge watch every work action star Wesley Cabot was ever in.

Makes sure his staff still gets paid well. After all, he’s pretty well-off; there’s no need to make an innocent bartender’s life a living hell just because some other rich bastard fucked up, yeah?

Going off this, should he need to order to-go or anything, we already know he tends to tip as handsomely as he looks.

Dewey Finn

Kids were being sent to Horace Green on tuitions worth more than what some people saw in half a year -- of course the school was going to continue classes online!

While technically an afterschool instructor, the program is popular enough for parents to expect it to continue, and for Dewey to be kept on payroll.

Initially, he was pretty smug: He’s one if, if not, the youngest teacher-figure at Horace Green, so surely that means he’s more tech savvy than his older, stiffer coworkers, right? For once, he’s ahead of the curve!

Wrong: Figuring out Zoom was a headache, and then there was the realization of just how dependent his classes were on actual physical presence.

Plus, let’s be real: Dewey’s Internet connection was decent on its own, but craptastic when compared to those of his wealthier students. The lag is strong with this one.

Has definitely accidentally messed up the background on his screen. Somehow wound up with the Beetlejuice background and got so frustrated, he wound up keeping it there for two whole sessions.

In spite of the slight issues regarding lag, they pull through and try to resume lessons as best they can.

Tries to keep optimism by pointing out how this is a new form of entertainment they could be pioneers in.

Some days, it’s just going so wack or everyone’s so bleh that Dewey just assigns for them to watch a music documentary or something.

“Okay, kids, Mr. Finn’s hungover and clearly Summer is the only one who went to bed before 3am. So what I’m gonna have you do is watch . . . Prrrbbbb . . . Amadeus.” “How is Amadeus rock-related?” “It had a rock single, shut up. Anyway, we meet back next class and talk about what we saw, m’kay? M’kay. Over and out.”

Next class, he’s filled with dread as Summer produces an in-depth analysis of the relationship or lack thereof between character and the presence of talent as evidenced by Mozart’s abilities juxtaposed with his immature presentation and -- Dewey just can’t keep up. Sure, Summer, why not?

When he’s not busy teaching, however, he’s using the lockdown to work on some new material. Or just screwing around.

Otherwise, let’s be real, Big Boy’s living the high life in a place of his own: Playing video games (Animal Crossing, recently got back into Team Fortress 2, is trying to finally finish Ocarina of Time); eating a not very great diet; staying up late, napping at weird times; all in the name of quarantine.

If he orders delivery or to-go, he tips the best he can.

Wade Wilson

On one hand, murking never goes on lockdown. But on the other . . . He’s already technically not well, why risk that even with his mutation?

Oh, fuck I just remembered he lives at the X Mansion, never mind turn back turn back oh god give us free --

The situation is tense to say the least. There’s Wade, who’s sensible enough to know why the quarantine is in place . . . and then there’s everyone else, who knows Wade’s full of shit.

And by everyone, I “coincidentally” mean Colossus, Nega Sonic, Yukio, Domino, Cable, and Russ because the already small world of the sequel just got smaller by the fact that everyone is bound to a large but nonetheless single estate whose size has probably decreased from that of the First Class timeline.

You know those videos of the usual Quarantine Characters? Wade is somehow yet still unsurprisingly all of them, save for the frequent sanitizer. He raids the pantry frequently, sleeps at all hours, considers scooting a swivel chair down the halls exercise for the thighs, blasts video games, and so on.

Going back to the sanitizer thing, it’s not that he’s just not exactly known for being tidy. Colossus occasionally does drag him out of bed at a decidedly decent time (read: any time before 11am) to try and get him excited about cleaning up around the mansion, but it rarely ends well. At this point, the safest option is to just remind Wade to wash his hands for 20 seconds as necessary.

Has acquired a Switch and visits everyone’s island, often to bonk them on the head with a net or gift them with weird crap they don’t necessarily want. For the “friends” from Sister Margaret’s, he has somehow acquired their Dodo Codes. Nobody knows how he did this.

Facetimes Dopinder frequently.

“Precious, you’re the beacon of light in this cold, cruel world.” “I miss you, too, DP --” “Sshshsh! I’m having a moment . . .” *weeps*

On the many occasions he orders delivery, he tips by giving the delivery person something expensive from the mansion that they can sell. Prof. X is loaded, after all. Plus, he more or less isn’t even present in this universe, it’s not like he’s gonna miss anything he can’t see/probably doesn’t even know exists in his house. The problem is, Colossus does exist and does notice and does care when things go missing. Leading to many a delivery person getting caught up in shenanigans at that weird school in the boonies that they either don’t get paid enough to deal with or couldn’t pay to make up.

“Oh, pawn shops are closed?” asks the man who looks like a skinned avocado if avocados had human skin. “Don’t worry, lemme hook you up -- I know some guys --” “DEADPOOOOOLLL!!” roars a Russian accent from inside the house. “WHERE IS THE BRONZE BUST OF THE PROFESSOR!?” The poor delivery person’s eyes widen as they realize that the odd cargo they’ve been presented with apparently holds some value of some kind. But before they can flee, the avocado man blurts, “Shit! Leave the pizza in the bushes, look me up on my Youtube page, byyyeeee!!”

In his defense, Wade does hold up his end of the deal. Much like the Dodo Codes, nobody knows what strings he pulled. They just accept it and move on.

Harley Quinn

Surprisingly compliant.

She’s crazy, not stupid: Staying at home may suck, but what sucks more is making things harder on people who may not fair so well. Besides, she’s spent time in a maximum security prison -- she can handle staying cooped up in her own home. At least home has TV, books, and snacks.

When she hears people are still going out without masks or plotting to have a protest, she strongly considers firing up the old Fun Gun and popping the next sign-carrying Karen she sees with a tit full of cadmium yellow powder.

Seriously, stay the fuck home and fuck up your own hair; this is the perfect time to make mistakes with your looks, it ain’t like you got anywhere to be or anyone to impress.

“STAY THE FUCK HOME, BITCH!” P O W!!! “JUST GO GREY ALREADY, WE ALL KNOW YOUR HAIR AIN’T THAT COLOR ANYMORE, YOU’RE THREE YEARS FROM BEING IN THE GODDAMN AGE-BRACKET!!!” P O W!!!!

Only leaves her new apartment to grab groceries and to take Bruce on a walk. She actually refuses to steal or cause a scene during this shitshow because she may be a bad guy, but she sure ain’t evil.

So far, there haven’t been complaints about the fact that she’s walking a hyena down a public street. Maybe it’s because there’s hardly anyone out? Maybe it’s because Gothamites just can’t be bothered to be fazed by it . . . Or maybe it’s because she made him a little mask for his snout.

“In this house, we wash our hands for at least 20 seconds, kid.”

Lets the forest reclaim the earth, so to speak. She was never really shaving anything for anyone but herself before, but now it just seems especially pointless.

Spends almost every day in a kigurumi. To give her a semblance of routine, she has a pink bear one she calls her “Sunday Suit.” She doesn’t know it’s not Sunday because the days just blur but Cass just doesn’t have the heart to tell her; she seemed so proud of herself . . .

Like everyone else, she’s gotten Animal Crossing. She’s trying to create an all-preppy island with a few exceptions (Astrid = Aesthetic, m’kay?)

Tips nicely when ordering delivery.

Benoit Blanc

As young and spry in nature as the gentleman sleuth would like to think of himself, he would really rather not test the dangers of the situation and go about all foolhardy -- he’s staying home!

In theory, it’s only logical and therefore perfectly fine. But in practice . . . God, he wishes he’d invested more in things to occupy himself with when home.

It wasn’t that Benoit was never home, he just never felt too much of a need to invest in a fancy entertainment center -- the fanciest he ever got was an iHome.

The beginning of the quarantine served as the perfect time for him to read over case files, catch up on paperwork, even catch up on some reading he’d been putting on hold since God knows when due to cases popping up left and right. But that dried up quicker than he’d assumed, and that’s when he was faced with what a man of his mind dreads the most: Boredom.

Finally caved and decided to hook up Amazon Fire.

Expected to use the one-month free trial on Netflix and be just fine but once the lockdown in his area got extended and he realized he wasn’t going to be able to catch up with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend at this rate, he caves even further and buys a subscription.

Fully delights at the influx of platforms uploading Broadway recordings; when The Show Must Go On put on Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, followed by The Phantom of The Opera, it was a treat, I tell you!

Sanitizes often, despite hardly ever leaving his house besides to have a smoke or to go grab groceries. Honestly, it’s less about cleaning at this point so much as it is finding something to occupy his focus when he feels there’s nothing else to so.

Takes zinc after every meal to help lessen the intensity of any ailment that might hit him.

Definitely owns a facemask. There’s a good chance it’s from Marta or one of his relatives, and there’s another good chance the pattern is as flamboyant as his clothing. He’s delighted.

Benoit tries not to rely too much on delivery, as he’d much rather just cook. On the rare occasion where tipping comes up, however, he gives as generously as he can.

Bonus: There’s a slight chance he might have acquired a companion to foster early on in the quarantine. Benoit hadn’t had a pet since childhood, a crime of which he was admittedly melancholic of his own involvement. However, his surprisingly busy lifestyle just wouldn’t suit a four-legged friend, now could it?

Well, now there’s time to. Besides, it would certainly ease the potential feeling of loneliness to have someone or something with whom he could interact with.

Admittedly, when shelters began encouraging people to invest time in taking home a companion, he’d been looking more for a comrade on the canine side of the spectrum -- but darn, if Duke wasn’t a handsome cat.

A lovely grey-and-white cat with eyes that matched his own, Duke has become the one Benoit monologues to (because in all honesty, the man is a performer at heart, in need of an audience to speak his mind to and portray a thought before). Plus, he doesn’t appear to mind it when Benoit finds himself belting out in tone-deaf notes to showtunes while washing the dishes: The mark of a true companion.

At this rate, he’s probably not going to keep fostering Duke when things calm down -- he’s probably going to just straight up adopt him.

Stay safe & healthy!

#just a dumb little thing #anyway stay safe and healthy #regrettablewritings #tadashi hamada imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine #dewey finn imagine #wade wilson imagine #harley quinn imagine #tadashi hamada #lucifer morning star #dewey finn #benoit blanc imagine #benoit blanc

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paodequeijofeliz-blog · 4 years

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Don’t you remember?

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place long after Bloodbound 3. In this scenario, MC was Turned only after giving birth to their daughter.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, now Kamilah is married and has a daughter who is about to get married as well. While preparing the wedding, they decide to remember Lysia’s childhood stories. This part 3 was inspired by an anon request and they’re the one who had this wonderful idea, thank you anon! You have all the credit for it! 💛

Warnings: just fluff and funny.

Part 1 Part 2

January 8th, 2049

The group was still having dessert and some coffee at the restaurant. Soon they would be leaving to take care of their tasks. Lysia had an appointment with the florist in the afternoon, where she would meet Drake so both could finally choose the flowers. Her attention was now captured by Lily showing some pictures of LA, until Adrian asked her a sudden question.

“Darling, do you remember when exactly did you fall in love with your fiancé?”

She fixed her posture, a little surprised. It was the first time Lysia ever thought about it. “Hmm… I guess… It was the day he met my mothers for the first time. When we were doing a school project together.”

“The night we made brownies? Really?” Annie’s eyes were sparkling of excitement. “I can’t believe it, I was there! And I noticed how he would smile at you.”

“All I remember is the stupid one.” Kamilah sighed, taking a sip of her espresso.

“Kyle! Oh my god, yes. He was hitting on you.” Lysia loved that part.

“WHAT?” Lily was almost finished with her dessert but dropped the spoon the minute she heard it. “Tell us. Please. I beg you.”

“Oh, my.” The Egyptian got back to her coffee, refusing to tell that story.

“Well, luckily I have a pretty good memory.” Annie couldn’t help herself. “It was a regular night…”

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September 20th, 2041

Lysia wasn’t a shy teenager, but she could be quite reserved and just a little bit judgemental regarding people her own age. Therefore, for her to bring friends to the Penthouse, it took years and a lot of encouragement from her mothers. Well, from Anna, since Kamilah couldn’t care less about other mortal teenagers.

That’s why that night should go well, so Lysia would feel comfortable enough to bring them again. It was just a school project, but Annie knew how kids could be, so she was fixing some snacks in the kitchen and had a silly program going on the TV. Luckily, there would be a lot of laughs and not much of studying tonight.

“Mom, I’m home!” Lysia’s voice came from the living room as she entered, followed by three classmates.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” The woman was just finishing to heat up some Brazilian snacks that would certainly blow their minds. After putting all of it on a bowl, and taking another one of popcorn, she left to the living room and dropped it on the coffee table. “Here you go! Brain food.”

“Wow!” someone whispered under breath.

“Mom, these are…”

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get the soda first!” she ran back into the kitchen, leaving Lysia with a hand hanging in the air.

“Is that your mother? I mean… It’s…” the girl standing beside the armchair couldn’t blink. “She is so pretty!”

“I think Nina just fell in love with your mom.” One of the boys laughed, the blond jock.

Annie came back with a huge smile and a trade of glasses filled by some coloured beverage. “There’s pink lemonade, and some other different sodas here. But if you want, I can bring some juice, tea, coffee, water, we’ve got it all. Alright, who is who?”

Lysia sighed, getting back to introducing them. “So, this is Drake. The one with the jersey on is Kyle and that’s Nina. Everyone, this is my mother, Mrs. Sayeed.”

“Annie.” She dismissed the formalities, stepping forward to give each one of them two kisses on the cheeks. That made the girl next to the armchair blush and giggle. “Well, there’s soda, popcorn annnnnnnnnnd something else. It’s a Brazilian snack, we call it salgadinhos. Just imagine if someone took a bunch of raw French fries and stuffed them with cheese, chicken, meat, whatever you want, then fried it. I believe this is the closer I can get of explaining how it tastes like. Try it. You’re gonna love it.”

“Thanks, mom.” Lysia went to get herself the only glass that wasn’t soda, but iced tea. “Alright, let’s sit on the floor and start this project.”

While everybody got settled quickly, the woman left them alone, not even noticing how Nina’s eyes followed her. The girl sighed and turned back to Lysia, a goofy smile on her face. “Your mother is the most beautiful woman that has ever lived.”

“Oh, gee! This is awesome!” Drake was super excited about a chicken snack he took from the bowl.

“Coxinha. It’s my favourite.” Lysia smiled at him for a second, but dropped her gaze to the books, trying to hide the way her cheeks blushed.

“I swear, her eyes, and her lips, and the waves of her hair, it’s all just so…” Nina was still dreaming about Annie. “And the voice, that accent, where is she from again, Lys? I bet is a sexy country.”

“Brazil.”

“Told ya. Sexy country.” The girl popped one of those fried meat balls on her mouth.

“What makes Brazil a sexy country?” Lysia arched one eyebrow, a movement she learned with Kamilah over the years.

“Your mum.” Nina swallowed, eyes still lingering in the way to the kitchen.

“Oh, god. Alright, focus. Let’s get this project done.”

Slowly, the conversation started to fade away, as they got distracted by reading and writing. In a couple hours, Annie went to check the silent group to find out the food was gone, and so were the drinks. She took the bowls and glasses out, not risking making a sound, never even noticing how Nina sighed and blushed at her side. It was almost 8 p.m. by now, so Kamilah would be arriving soon. The woman stared at the clock in the kitchen, anxious about what to do. They all seemed so quiet and compenetrated, Annie didn’t want to interrupt, but…

“Mom?” Lysia called her at the door, an uneasy expression on her face.

“Hi, baby. Need some help?”

“No, no. Just… Wondering. We did a lot. Not all of it, as to be expected, but a lot.” The girl bit her lower lip, as she was still trying to decide whether to ask for something or not.

Annie knew that movement. It was like her daughter’s thoughts were being said out loud to her. She wanted to have fun, but her serious and committed little heart was telling her to stay focused on the studying.

“Hmmm, that’s good. But I think you should take a break. You don’t wanna risk writing a bad conclusion cause you’re too tired after doing a great introduction and development, do you?”

Lysia’s eyes sparkled. Excitement and relief. “I supposed not. What do you suggest?”

“Well, I was about to make us some brownies. Why don’t you call your friends here, and we make it together? We could put some music on too.”

“That sounds fun. Right?”

“It is fun.” Annie took that sweet teenager’s face between her hands. A seventeen-year-old girl, so incredibly smart and confident, yet so insecure about making friends. “Trust me. They’ll love it.”

She couldn’t be more right. In ten minutes, there was some pop music playing from a phone and a bunch of teenagers trying to figure it out how to make brownies. Mostly, they were just stealing the M&M’s, making jokes about the worst trash movie ever made and confessing the most embarrassing dates they had. Annie won their affection enough to pull Lysia into the conversation, then shrewdly distanced herself, concentrating on cutting the fresh baked brownies, so her daughter would have all the attention.

The entire house smelled like chocolate. That was the first thing Kamilah noticed when entering through the front door. All the unfamiliar voices were being heard even from the elevator, and for a moment The Vampire had forgotten all about that little gathering. She sighed, so tired. Left the purse on the table and high heels by the door, eager to have some brownies too.

Kamilah was jut crossing the hallway to the kitchen when a boy talking on the phone almost bumped into her.

“A… I’ll call you back later, dude…” Kyle’s eyes widened at that vision. “Holy crap, you’re gorgeous.”

“Excuse me?” the Vampire arched an eyebrow.

“Kyle Grant. You must be Kamilah.” He put a hand on the wall and a cocky smile on his face. “Heard a lot about you.”

There were so many answers crossing her mind now, but all she did was look down and pat his head. “I’m sure you did, little boy. Now why don’t you go sit with your friends, huh?”

And just like that, Kamilah removed his arm and entered the kitchen to look for her wife. Annie was cooking something by the stove, while the others already started eating the hot brownies. Lysia only gave her mother a cold glance, for she was still mad about a fight they had a couple of days ago. Drake was too distracted trying to impress the girl with good jokes to notice the tall woman, as was Nina, her entire attention captured by Annie’s explanation of what “brigadeiros” were.

“I swear, my love, one day everybody in New York will know all about Brazilian cuisine because of you.” The Vampire hugged her from behind, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Nah, it’s just party food. I haven’t even started explaining our barbecues.” She relaxed on Kamilah’s arms for a second, still stirring the melted chocolate with condensed milk in the pot. “There’s more brownies in the microwave. I saved you some.”

“Now you may have my heart.”

“Hmmm I already do, sweetheart.”

The Egyptian gave her a last kiss on the cheek and went to take a few brownies, choosing only the ones that had nuts instead of M&M’s. Suddenly, she felt the shadow of a small figure behind her, together with the smell of cologne. “Oh, no.”

“So, a fan of chocolate, huh?” Kyle hopped on the kitchen’s counter, trying to get closer. “What about we go out for some ice cream after this? Let’s ditch them.”

“You know you’re a baby, don’t you?” Kamilah took a bite from one of the brownies, barely glancing at the child beside her.

“Thank you, hotstuff. But I prefer to be called ‘babe’ instead of ‘baby’.”

“So, Annie, my wife and love of my life, do you need help there?” she turned to the woman by the stove, who only laughed at the despair on the Egyptian’s eyes.

“Of course not, you keep Kyle company, I can see how much you’re enjoying it.”

Kamilah clenched her jaw, turning back to the small cocky teenager who just took some mint bubble gum out of his pocket. Before she could say anything, though, Nina jumped between them. “K! Your father is calling me, I think he’s waiting outside. Can I get a ride?”

“Shit. Fine.” He winked at the tall woman at the same time he pinched her cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around. Hey, Drake, coming?”

From across the kitchen, Lysia was trying not to laugh at the image of a confused Kamilah who just met a hormonal seventeen-year-old jock for the first time in a very long lifetime. By the girl’s side, the other boy just shook his head negatively. “Later, I have my bike downstairs. See you two on Monday.”

“Your call. Bye y’all!”

“Ahm. You. Nice. To meet. Farewell.” Nina blushed terribly, hesitating with the words, but melted when Annie gave her a quick goodbye hug.

After they were gone, the woman left the pot to cool off a bit, turning to see Drake’s silly smile to Lysia. She had been noticing how sweet he was around her daughter. “If you need, I can give you a ride home later. You can put the bike on the trunk.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Sayeed. But I’ll be fine. Let me take care of the cleaning.” The boy stood up and took the plates from the table, finally greeting Kamilah with a polite smile.

“Alright, if you insist. Kami, come with me?”

Annie took her wife by the hand, leaving both teenagers to talk while doing the dishes. The Vampire still had a last piece of brownie that she gladly parted in half to share with the short woman who was hugging her by the waist. Annie took a bite from Kamilah’s hand, her eyes sparkling in the hallway’s lights.

“You seem so happy, my love.” The Egyptian kissed her lips, feeling the chocolate taste on them.

“I am always happy when I’m around you two.”

“I see what you mean.” Kamilah lost herself in that tight hug, listening to the adorable sound of Lysia’s laugh coming from the kitchen. “It feels good to be home.”

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #choices: stories you play #choices: bb #choices kamilah #bb kamilah #hope you like it anon!#it got too big to be just an ask answer sorry

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maddiefriendlovesbilly · 4 years

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Spencer x Ghost?

Spencer x Ghost

(AAAAA- it has been months since you sent this to me, and all i can say is im so sorry) Side note I have my friend @lethalbreadkills helping me with this one!

For reference: Maddie (maddiefriendlovesbilly) is green, Jimmy (lethalbreadkills) is red (((its 4:30 at the time i have joined this so im dead braincell wise sorry yall))) and Orange is stuff we decided together :3

Also this is so very chaotic im so sorry for this anon but this has been in my fuckin drafts for SO LONG and this is the only way its getting finished (its now 5 am uwu) im so sorry for all the shitposting i do its a mess. I shouldnt have been allowed here. (we finished at about 5:30 am its hell <3)

Sphost? Ghencer?? Sphoster??? I adore and despise them all equally.

We have decided that it should be BeanieGhost

Anyway I think this ship is really cute

They’re both so neurotic I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue

One of them starts a rant on some topic and the other joins the hell in

I’m an advocate of LETTING SPENCER INFO DUMP BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT OKAY

And Ghost would let this dream come true???

I would die for both of them and if Spencer told me I had to die I wouldn’t even complain, no questions I’d just be like “Aight.” I trust him that much.

(Not sure I trust Ghost’s judgment enough to do that unquestioningly; sorry Ghost)

Back on topic

I can’t imagine these guys on anything that comes close to society’s definition of a date

It’d be more like “hey you wanna come on this hunt with us?” “maybe, depends if there’ll be snacks” or like chilling in Spence’s room binging the entire star trek: original series in one sitting or “oops sorry about that level 11 entity that attached to my soul and is now wreaking havoc in your house, wanna make out later to make up for it?” “Fine but you also have to play three rounds of Call of Duty with me afterward”

They wouldn’t be romantic often but like highkey? I can see them throwing themselves into the line of fire for each other with a recklessness only they could survive

We can’t forget that Spencer is a more than 60,000-year-old overpowered demon/god/entity/thing, which, yes, could throw a slight wrench in this ship for multiple reasons, but I choose to make angst out of it instead.

Side note: Ghost is a chronic conspiracy theorist (and you can’t tell me otherwise) and every once in awhile Spencer will offhandedly say something like “Y’know I helped the Egyptians build the pyramids” and Ghost just goes fucking feral.

Look, I’m not saying Spencer IS touch-starved and most likely has issues creating and developing relationships and therefore avoids interpersonal connection, especially offline, but I AM saying he is prime material for it. (thats a lie thats exactly what shes saying don’t believe it) (I’m projecting okay dont judge me) (loser imagine projecting)

Imagine with me for a second: Why does Spencer willingly stay with a family who locks him in their basement with only minor complaining? He’s a near all-powerful entity just released into the world for Spence’s-sake - If he wanted to, there’s no telling what havoc he could wreak! So why doesn’t he? Why would someone so powerful, so terrifying, so dangerous that a group of people decided to seal him away forever stay with the first family he finds in sub-par conditions for years - especially someone who’s seen to be as high-maintenance as Spencer? Let me hit you with a theory: He’s chasing the feelings of validation, safety, and love - no matter how rarely it’s shown - that a family can provide. Being socially isolated for even a few years can do a number to a person’s psyche (I should know, I’m projecting onto this character right now), let alone thousands.

Now maybe Ghost can’t match thousands of years in isolation, but damn if he doesn’t have a few years of crippling loneliness on his record too.

I can see the two of them learning how to be vulnerable around others together, emotionally and physically; learning how to open up and how to talk through issues; and some third point, because points are better in threes.

(May I suggest that these losers are both trans but thats just me adding in my own projection lmao)

(You absolutely may)

Imagine the conversation thats just “so i have a murderer in my head thats an ass” “rip to u ig sounds like a you problem :///”

imo spence has trouble expressing emotions other than like,,, annoyance and haughtiness, its like sort of his go-to defence, so showing Ghost his emotions is a big step for him

I hear you, and i say yes good. (found this one headcanon that i kinda live by where he was uh, either autistic or adhd i dont remember but theres that too) OH yeah that would be at thing huh. Spencer: *is emotionally vulnerable @ ghost* ghost: oh shit im trusted??? Oh fuck uh.

Yeah so like…. Ghost and spence showing emotion at eachother is kind of :flushed: ghost be like: whats an emotion. Imagine having emotions fuciiing loser hhaha,,,, *laughs nervously*

Ghost is also very emotionally distant with most people so it would probably be like “what??? The fuck?? Emotions?????? You have those???”

Ghost and Spencer be like *gay*

So another idea is that maybe Spencer realizes Ghost doesnt play any games [like the uncultured SWINE he is] and decides he must [remedy] this and so he introduces him to like, nintendo first. (some bitches thought that said nintendo fortnite. Im bitches) and theyre playing like, mario kart or smash or smth and Ghost gets really [fuckin into it]

Ghost and spencer: *literally in eachothers laps playing fucking wii tennis*

Spooker: what are the- *TOAST FUCKING SLAPS A HAND ACROSS HIS MOUTH* shut up you dont wanna know what happens when its mentsonssbfdjfsd (sorry i had a stroke uwuwuwuw)

(Theyre in denial we don’t judge in this house)

They will not hesitate to play dirty either, they will straight up push each other over and vaguely flirt

Ghost is losing and straight up fucking goes “ur hot” and spencer actually dies and boom ghost is the winner. sparkle emoji Magic sparkle emoji

“I am Not a HomoSexual:™:” “Yeah, sure you aren’t” “Screw off”

Pet-names-ish: Asshole, Gaymer-Boy, casual insults, Mr. Spirit Bitch, Mistake, Loves Ghosts More Than His Boyfriend What A Fucking Loser aka Gay-ass

Pros:

They both open up a lot most likely. Gain someone to trust since they’ve sort of been through the same things (though on much different scales)

I can see soft hours of hanging in each other’s bedrooms

Spencer is a tsundere you cant tell me otherwise youre just a coward if you disagree

So is Ghost so this can only go well

Every time Ghost has to solve a case at the Acachallas Spence is just peaking out from his basement like “the fuck is this?? Hot Man??????”

Enemies to lovers 500k (Gets Hot and Steamy :flushed: NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!11!!!!! 18+!!!!!!! GAY LOVE StORY!!!!!!) Lemonz!!! Made from teh Sexiest of Wattpaders UWUWUWU YAOI Boys Love don’t like don’t read!! (this is so fucking stupid jkfnd) I hate this with a passion Q^Q. All my years of being a basic watpad fanboy have helped me to the moment i bring maddie to tears

The steam is just like,,,,, holding hands and being angy all the fuckin time the steam is literal because their anger translates into actual steam

Cons:

Their angst has nowhere to go and it just sits between them like two raccoons at a dumpster-style mexican standoff

They really start off hating each other huh. Like, I know this can still lead to healthy relationships but neither of them are very good at healthy relationships with people he hasn’t known for his Whole Life so that’s an Oh No.

They totally feed off of each other’s stupidity (but this could be seen as a pro too so take that as you will) as well as anger - im talking one-upping each other kinda shit

Its ridiculous honestly how intense it gets, like they straight up need intervention sometimes because they dont realize they can just STOP

Conclusions:

I think this would be a relationship that would that a lot of time and hard work to make work, but i think in the end it would be really super cute!! Like it would make no fuckin sense to anyone else but somehow they’d understand each other and help each other through their similar issues. Also theyre both big nerds in different ways and i think they’d have just ranting sessions back and forth over and over and it would be soft!!!!! So yeah, i think it would work, at least, i want it to :D

So. Maybe?? I feel like it could, but they’d need to work pretty hard to make it healthy and not constant fighting. Could be stupid amounts of cute and wholesome but also could be stupid amounts of oh no and pain, depending on how the two act. If they learned how to get along with each other and work past their differences it could be super cute and soft. Just a very, er, bumpy beginning. And middle. And end. (this makes me very nervous,,,,why did you mention an end) (wouldnt you like to know weather boy) (TvT) UFDUNS bumpy but soft . Agreeing with the loser gay, want this to work it’d be interesting :3

#spencer x ghost #jess writes #ishhhhh???????#venturiantale #venturiantale pie #johnny ghost #spencer acachalla #johnny toast #jimmy casket #fred spooker #let me know if you enjoyed this or not it was intense #sr #ship review #ship reviews #vt ships #vt ship reviews #vt ship review #vt sr

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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125 Golden Girls Prompts

This time I have some hilarious prompts from some hilarious women. These help keep me sane, send in prompts or request a specific show. Long as hell, breaking at 15.

1 “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” – Dorothy

2 “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” -Blanche

3 “They were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, ‘Today is the first day of the end of your life.’” — Dorothy

4 “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” – Sophia

5 “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” – Blanche

6 “No! No, I will not have a nice day!” -Dorothy

7 “Excuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?” – Sophia

8 “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!” – Blanche

9 “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” -Blanche

10 “Condoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!” – Dorothy

11 “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” – Rose

12 “He’s/She’s really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn’t like to show it.” — Dorothy

13 “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” – Rose

14 “I could get herpes listening to this story!” – Dorothy

15 “I’ve been having a good time, and there wasn’t even a man/woman in the room.” -Blanche

16 “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” – Dorothy

17 “I though I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young…and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” — Blanche

18 “You’ll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.” – Dorothy

19 “Eat dirt and die, trash.” – Blanche

20 “[to NAME] You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” – Dorothy

21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” – Rose

22 “I feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightin’ like a wildcat. Unless I’ve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.” – Blanche

23 “NAME, you’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” – Dorothy

24 “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” – Sophia

25 “I hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.” – Rose

26 “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” – Sophia

27 “Like I’m the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth?” – Blanche

28 “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” – Rose

29 “When I say jump, you say ‘on who?'” – Blanche

30 “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” – Blanche

31 “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” – Dorothy

32 “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” – Rose

33 “If I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living with—I better not say anything until I’ve had my coffee [sips coffee]—a slut and a moron!” – Dorothy

34 “Go hug a landmine!” – Dorothy

35 “Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain’t gonna be no cakewalk!” – Sophia

36 “NAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, he’s /she’s got everything.” – Rose

37 “I could vomit just looking at you!” – Dorothy

38 “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” – Blanche

39 “It’s like you people don’t pay any attention to me whatsoever.” – Rose

40 “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” – Sophia

41 “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” – Sophia

42 “Oh, don’t give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” – Rose

43 “NAME, honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” – Dorothy

44 “Tell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.” “Set the scene, have we been drinking?” — Rose & Blanche

45 “NAME, what are you listening to?” “A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.” “Is it working?” “Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.” — Dorothy & Rose

46 “NAME, I have a feeling you’re lying.” “NAME, be positive.” “Okay, I’m positive you’re lying.” — Dorothy & Rose

47 “You are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.” — Blanche

48 “Where are you going?” “To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” — Rose & Dorothy

49 “Let me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE …” —Sophia

50 “NAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.” — Dorothy

51 “I’m NAME and I know it isn’t pertinent at the moment, but I’m double jointed.” — Blanche

52 “He’s/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.” — Dorothy

53 “You know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.” — Rose

54 “Have you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?” “Yes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!” — Blanche & Dorothy

55 “Oh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?” “I think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.” — Rose & Blanche

56 “I never grew a beard!” “You never grew brains, either!” — Rose & Sophia

57 “It wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.” “NAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!” — Rose & Dorothy

58 “My whole life is an open book.” “Your whole life is an open shirt/blouse!” — Blanche & Sophia

59 “Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey. I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.” — Blanche & Sophia

60 “Oh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?” “Sure. What is it?” “Don't expect a miracle.” — Sophia & Dorothy

61 “Why am I even discussing this with you?” “Beats the hell out of me!” — Dorothy & Sophia

62 “Well, what do you know? NAME has a past!” “That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.” — Blanche & Sophia

63 “I'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.” “I thought you did.” — Blanche & Sophia

64 “Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.” — Blanche

65 “Can I ask a dumb question?” “Better than anyone I know.” — Rose & Dorothy

66 “NAME, ‘disdam’ is not a word. You made it up.” “It’s a word.” “Fine. Use it in a sentence.” “You’re no good at disdam game.” — Dorothy & Sophia

67 “He’s/She’s undressing me with his/her eyes.” “Do you wanna move tables?” “Not yet, he’s/she’s only half done.” — Blanche & Rose

68 “You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!” “Oh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.” — Dorothy & Rose

69 “You know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.” “We finished those an hour ago.” “We could crush some Oreos on top.” “We ran out of those two hours ago.” “How about some whipped cream?” “Mmm!” — Dorothy & Rose

70 “You bought a chocolate cheesecake?” “Just for an emergency.” — Dorothy & Rose

71 “I just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. It’s very good. It reduces puffiness.” “Does it work on thighs?” — Blanche & Rose

72 “I have a date.” “With a man/woman?” “No, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.” — Dorothy & Blanche

73 “Do you know what your trouble is?” “Of course not.” — Dorothy & Blanche

74 “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” — Sophia

75 ““Forgive me, NAME, but I haven’t had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” – Sophia

76 “Do you know what I hate doing most after a big party?” “Trying to find your underwear in the big pile?” — Blanche & Rose

77 “I've never been so humiliated in my life.” “What about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?” — Blanche & Dorothy

78 “You are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.” “I didn't think the two of you were speaking.” “Well, we're not.” “Then how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?” “NAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.” — Blanche, Dorothy & Rose

79 “Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.” “Right, after this last box.” “You're not going to eat them, are you?” “No, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.” — Rose, Blanche & Dorothy

80 “I can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.” “You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.” — Blanche & Dorothy

81 [NAME running after a dog] “Ha! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!” — Dorothy

82 “I won't stand for this!“[gets up and starts to walk out] “Take it, NAME!” “But I bet you'll lie down for it.” — Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy

83 “NAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...” “NAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.” — Rose & Dorothy

84 “Cooking, NAME?” “No, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.” — Rose & Dorothy

85 “Do we have any orange juice left?” [person two pours the rest in their glass] “No, we’re all out.” — Rose & Dorothy

86 “Go hug a landmine.” — Dorothy

87 “Now, what’s wrong?” “I lost it, NAME!” “You never had it, NAME.” — Dorothy & Stanley

88 “You knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.” — Rose

89 “Darn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.” — Blanche

90 “Pizza, dammit! Get pizza!” — Dorothy

91 “What the hell goes on at night in this house?!” — Dorothy

92 “Just drives you nuts, doesn’t it, NAME?” — Rose

93 “Can you believe that backstabbing slut?” — Rose

94 “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.” “NAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.” — Rose & Dorothy

95 “And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.” — Sophia

96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'—Blanche

97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"—Blanche

98 “All I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?” — Sophia

99 “Blow it out your ditty bag.” — Sophia

100 “Your heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." — Sophia

101 “Think about it. You live alone. No one likes you." — Sophia

102 “You're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." — Sophia

103 “Go ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." — Sophia

104 “You're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." — Sophia

105 “Get to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." — Sophia

106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.” — Sophia

107 “Boom! You've got a social life." — Sophia

108 “You drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybody’s your friend.” — Sophia

109 “Remember NAME, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “I think I crossed that line when I got a date!” — Dorothy & Sophia

110 “If you can’t count on family, who the hell can you count on?” — Sophia

111 “In this life, that’s all we have, is hope.” — Sophia

112 “Here’s a newsflash, witches can fly.” — Sophia

113 “It’s great bringing two idiots closer together.” — Sophia

114 “NAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.” “Finally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving.” — Rose & Sophia

115 “Gee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.” — Rose

116 “Gee, Sophia! You’re awfully cranky today.” — Rose

117 “The doctor says it’s the first time he’s ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.” — Rose

118 [astonished] “You paying for something?” “What are you saying, I'm cheap?” “Well, of course he’s/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!” — Rose, Stanley & Dorothy

119 “Hey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?” — Sophia

120 “I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.” “Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?” “No, it was in the shower.” — Blanche & Dorothy

121 “You know, I've been thinking ...” “Oh, that would explain the beads of sweat.” — Rose & Blanche

122 “God, I hate morning people.” — Blanche

123 “He’s/She’s a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.” “You don’t have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.” — Rose & Blanche

124 “You ... you ... you rude person!” “Go easy on him/her, NAME.” — Rose & Dorothy

125 “This would be touching if I liked you more.” — Sophia

#golden girls prompts #golden girls quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #drabble prompts #sophia petrillo #dorothy zbornak #rose nylund #blanche devereaux #long post #read more #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy

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cheemerthelizard · 4 years

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Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 14

Finally in Egypt. Dio was so close you could taste him. And since almost all of the Tarot cards had been used up, you should be pretty much done. Right? Right?

“I told you!” you boasted as you all sped through the desert sand in the dune buggy Joseph rented. “I told you we were gonna be attacked by a Stand!”

“We just had a near-death experience,” Joseph groaned, “and you want to brag about it?”

“I’m bragging because I was right,” you told him. “I knew that the submarine was a great place to get us cornered.”

“She has a point,” Avdol added. “She predicted what we didn’t.”

“Well, enough about that now,” Joseph said, trying to change the subject, “we’re actually meeting some Speedwagon guys just up ahead. They’ll arrive in a helicopter.”

“Really?” Kakyoin asked. “After we just wrecked their submarine?”

“They understand that some things may be damaged while we fight off constant Stand attacks,” Joseph explained. “Plus, this time, they’re bringing someone who’ll assist us.”

“Assist us?” Jotaro, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. “You mean, another Stand user?”

“Precisely,” Joseph said. “But we’ll have to be careful. He has some... personality issues.”

Some time had passed, and everyone had gotten out of the buggy and met the Speedwagon guys in the helicopter.

“Iggy’s in the back,” one of them pointed to the rear door of the helicopter. “But be cautious. The ride here was really rough, so he’s already in a bad mood.”

“Well, where is he?” Polnareff asked, rummaging through the back. “Come on, show yourself!”

“Polnareff, be careful,” Joseph warned. “One of Iggy’s favorite things to do is-“

Just then, a tiny dog jumped out from the blanket on the seat and started attacking Polnareff.

“...chew people’s hair,” Joseph finished.

Iggy... Iggy was a dog? “How does such a tiny little thing have a Stand?” you accidentally thought out loud.

“You’d be surprised,” Joseph replied, then went to talk in private with the two Speedwagon members.

“Iggy!” Avdol prompted, holding up some gum. “I’ve got a treat for you!” Of course, Iggy came sprinting towards the smell of whatever flavor that gum was. You looked at the package, and saw it was coffee flavored.

“Coffee flavored gum,” you muttered. “What a weird dog.”

Still, weird or not, that fur on Iggy’s back was begging to be scratched, and you couldn’t just say no. While the tiny dog was distracted with his chewy snack, you sunk your hands into his back and started to pet it. He jumped a little bit at first, but quickly let you keep going. You decided to use different types of pets, too. You softly stroked him from his head to his rear, used your nails to delicately scratch his skin, and massaged slowly with your fingers. It wasn’t long before Iggy rolled over to let you rub his belly.

“Oh, yes, you’re a good boy,” you cooed. “A good boy with a Stand, that’s all.”

“You’ve already bonded with the dog,” Kakyoin chuckled.

“I have a soft spot in my heart for animals,” you said, still rubbing Iggy’s belly. “It can’t be helped.”

Kakyoin gave a small “hm,” as he started to sit down next to you in the sand. Both of you sat silently next to each other for a minute or two, until you let Iggy go, and watched him run back to chase Polnareff.

“Iggy really doesn’t like him, huh?” you giggled.

“Yeah,” Kakyoin said, almost deadpan. “You know, I overheard from Mr. Joestar’s conversation that there’s more Stand users headed our way. These guys have Stands named after Egyptian gods, and will be much more powerful.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” you replied. “Good thing we know they’re headed our way.”

“That’s not the point,” Kakyoin interjected. “The thing is, well, your Stand... will you be alright? I won’t be mad if you leave now. Don’t get me wrong, Ace of Pentacles is plenty strong, but not... fighting wise. I mean, um,”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” you laughed. “And no, I won’t be leaving. I just have to stay out of trouble, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Kakyoin sighed. “I just don’t want you getting in any unnecessary danger.”

“Isn’t this whole trip just one big case of unnecessary danger?” You were only half joking, though.

“Hey, you two!” Joseph yelled from the buggy. “We’re leaving!”

“Coming!” Kakyoin yelled back. Both of you ran back, and entered the back of the buggy. However, Kakyoin was promptly forced out by a growling Iggy. The dog looked at you, and crawled into your lap, immediately rolling over to expose his stomach. Looks like your ticket to an actual seat would come with a price. And you knew from then on Iggy would know you as “The girl who pets me.”

“It just isn’t fair!” Polnareff pouted. “Why do (Y/N) and the dumb mutt get the full backseat to themselves while we have to be cramped in the trunk?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault he warmed up to me,” you grunted.

“Technically, it is,” Jotaro countered. “You decided to pet him, and so now he loves you. Dogs will love anyone who shows them affection.”

“Okay, maybe it is my fault,” you argued, “but I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Stop bickering back there!” Joseph said from the front. “When we reach a stopping place, we’ll throw some gum in the trunk, and you guys can move to the seats.”

“Fine,” Polnareff grumbled.

For a good while, the only sounds were the rumble of the car and Iggy’s happy grunts. But that nice silence quickly came to a stop as Joseph slammed on the breaks, sending the boys in the trunk flying forward.

“Hey, what gives?!” Polnareff exclaimed.

“Sorry about that,” Joseph replied, “but we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands.”

It didn’t take long for you to notice the helicopter that had delivered Iggy to you. Once the car was stopped, everyone ran out to look at the rubble from the wreck, and see if it was just mechanical failure, or if their new enemy Stand user had already arrived.

“Look at those scratch marks,” Jotaro pointed to the hull of the copter, where beast-like marks were clawed throughout. Subconsciously, your eyes moved down to the man who was right under the helicopter, and you immediately had to look away. That didn’t stop the horrifying image from burning itself into your mind, though. The man’s fingernails were bent unnaturally upward, and his mouth was filled to the brim with water. On top of that, he had a distorted look on his face, similar to the man in the fog town with Enyaba. The whole thing made you want to puke.

“Everyone, I found the second guy over here!” Kakyoin shouted. “He’s still alive!”

Sure enough, when you ran over, the second man was very much alive, but he was so dehydrated, he looked like a raisin.

“W...wa...ter...” was all the man could rasp out.

“Water! Of course! He needs water!” Kakyoin muttered. He quickly found a canteen that still felt somewhat full, and started to slowly dip it down for the pruned man. “Drink slowly,” he ordered.

“N-no! The water!” The Speedwagon Foundation worker suddenly gained the ability to make full sentences. “The water’s going to attack!”

Without warning, the water from the canteen shot forward in the shape of a hand, grabbed the man’s head, and ripped it off, sucking it into the canister from where it came. Nobody wasted any time getting out of the way, and hiding in the sand. Polnareff and Kakyoin were opposite to you, Jotaro, Joseph, and Avdol. And from what you saw, they seemed to be arguing, pointing over to the canteen from time to time.

“(Y/N),” Joseph looked over at you, his eyes barely over his hat, “I’ve gotten word from the Speedwagon Foundation that there are more, stronger Stand users who’ll be attacking us. For your own safety, I suggest leaving now, before you get caught in a situation that you can’t save yourself from.”

“Mr. Joestar,” a smile curled up from your mouth, “I appreciate your concern, but I can fend for myself if that happens. You’ve seen how Ace of Pentacles has gotten us out of tricky situations before. I can always do the same thing to myself.”

“She’s right,” Avdol replied. “Plus, she’s vital to the team. If she wasn’t here, we’d spend way too much money on first aid.”

“Hey,” Jotaro pointed over to Kakyoin and Polnareff. “What’s that thing in between them?”

It looked like a hand with very sharp fingernails, from what you could see. But it was clear...

No. But how? The Stand was in the canteen! When did it escape?

Before you could process what was going on, the water hand swiped at Kakyoin’s eyes, and he instantly fell to the ground.

“Kakyoin!” Polnareff shouted. “It... it got his eyes!”

“Kakyoin!” you screamed. You got up from your hiding spot to run over, but quickly felt a force pulling you back. You looked behind you, and Star Platinum was holding your shirt. Still, you clawed at the loose sand, hoping to make some sort of progress, but no prevail.

“Good grief, (Y/N),” Jotaro sighed. “We don’t even know what this Stand can do. Making sudden movements probably isn’t the best idea.”

Sure enough, right in front of you, the enemy’s Stand had appeared from underneath the Earth. After seeing what it had done to both the Speedwagon worker and Kakyoin, having it right in front of you made a wave of fear roll over your entire body. Was this it? We’re you going to die right here, before you could even save Kakyoin?

Before you knew it, though, the hand dashed over to a beeping sound coming from the Speedwagon member’s watch and swiped off his arm. Of course, that didn’t really matter, since he was already beheaded. But it gave you some insight to what really triggered the Stand’s movements.

“Sound!” Everyone turned to face you. “The Stand navigates by sound! That being said, nobody move!”

However, even with everyone staying completely still, the blood from Kakyoin’s eyes dripped to the floor. It didn’t take long for the water to hear it, and it shot back towards Polnareff.

“Okay, screw the staying still,” Joseph ordered, “everyone to the buggy!”

Of course, the crew obeyed, Polnareff carrying Kakyoin in his arms. Joseph and Jotaro, aided by their Joestar genes, made it first, followed by Avdol, you, and Polnareff, who quickly laid Kakyoin on the roof of the buggy.

“Fix him!” he demanded. “You have to fix him!”

“I’m doing it right now, geez!” you replied, having already summoned Ace of Pentacles.

“Yeah, well, do it faster!”

“If I don’t get this eye anatomy right, Kakyoin’s eyes will be deformed for the rest of his life!” You started to get uncharacteristically snappy. “Now, shut up and let me do this correctly!”

Of course, you couldn’t get into a full-blown argument right now. After all, if your full concentration wasn’t on Kakyoin, his eyes would never be the same. It’s a good thing you decided to take anatomy classes, because they were sure coming in handy.

“Alright, he’s fixed!” You started beaming with joy. “Now we just need to keep him away from danger until he wakes up.”

“Why isn’t he awake now?” Polnareff whined.

“Because, Polnareff,” you growled, driving every ounce of anger out of your body, “since my Stand isn’t instantly healing someone, rather just making extensions of other cells in their body to heal them, the pain from the injury is still there. Also, don’t you think I care about Kakyoin the most? I’m so close to him, he’s dating me! You’re lucky Ace doesn’t have any fighting abilities, or you’d be sent back to the sand, where Water Boy can rip your face straight off of that head with more hair follicles than brain cells! Because it seems like you’d rather me heal Kakyoin quickly, rather than heal him correctly!” After the rant was over, you started breathing hard, trying to calm yourself down.

“You done yet?” Jotaro asked.

“Yeah, I’m done,” you said.

Suddenly, the buggy's wheels sinking into the sand, which had been turned into mud. There was only one thing that could’ve happened. Water Claw was on the attack again. Before you knew it, the buggy had been flipped almost completely around, and everyone fell back down to the Earth, at the enemy’s mercy.

“Well, what do we do now?” Polnareff asked, not moving an inch.

“I guess this is the time to stay completely still,” Joseph answered. “Other than that, pray our souls will be saved.”

“Wait!” Avdol exclaimed. “I have an idea.” He started throwing his bracelet rings, one by one, in a footstep pattern. He was trying to trick the user!

And luckily, it seemed to work. Water started to rise where the last ring was thrown. But as Avdol summoned Magician’s Red, the water diverted its path to attack Avdol instead, leaving him with a huge gash in his neck.

“Avdol!” You wanted to rush over there, but you knew that was suicide. “I’ll heal you as soon as possible, I promise! Just hang in there!”

Of course, as soon as you finished your sentence, the water started to form right around where Avdol was laying. That meant Aqua Hand wasn’t done yet. You wanted so desperately to make it before it was too late, but any movement and you’d be the target instead of Avdol. However, it looked like Jotaro had given you an opportunity to heal the man, as he jumped from his spot and started running, and, luckily, the Stand chased after him.

Quickly, you scrambled over to Avdol, and summoned Ace of Pentacles. As skin is a lot less complicated than eyes (and a lot less delicate), you were able to fix him in ten seconds flat. And, since he hadn’t fully passed out, he woke up immediately.

“That’s the second time you’ve saved my life,” Avdol said, his voice straining a bit.

“Stay still,” you soothed. “Your body’s still feeling the pain from the attack.”

“Guys!” Polnareff shouted. “Guys! Kakyoin’s waking up!”

Nobody wasted any time getting close to the boy’s side, especially you. And, as Polnareff said, his eyes were slowly opening, and his throat was groaning. He had started to get himself to sit up, until you helped the rest of the way and kissed him on the lips.

“What a way to wake up,” he chuckled, rubbing his eyes. “And I see you’ve already healed my eyes.”

You gave a soft “mmmm-hmmm,” before you stuffed your face into his shirt. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m okay thanks to you,” Kakyoin said while he put an arm around your back.

“Okay, you two,” Joseph pried you off of Kakyoin’s grip, and helped both of you up, “let’s go see how Jotaro and Iggy are doing.”

All of you had gotten in the buggy, and had started going the direction Jotaro had. It didn’t take long to find them, though, with a figure laying in the sand beside them. Looks like they found the user. Joseph stopped for a moment to let the two on, and started going again.

“So, he could navigate with sound?” Kakyoin asked.

“He was blind, so he must’ve become an expert at listening for his life,” Jotaro answered. “But we were able to get close enough to beat him before anything else bad happened.”

“(Y/N),” Polnareff said, not meeting eyes with you, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you responded. “I don’t think you have more hair follicles than brain cells.” After your true apology, you added, in a hushed tone, “They’re at least equal.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

And finally, after seemingly an hour, you had arrived in the city where your hotel would be for the night. With all that had happened, when you fell into your bed, you almost went right to sleep.

That is, until you heard the door open.

“Iggy needs somewhere to sleep tonight,” Joseph explained, “And you’ve gotten along with him the best.” Then he closed the door, and you felt a small creature jump up into the bed with you, and curl its body close to yours.

“Goodnight, Iggy,” you whispered. This time, you truly drifted off to sleep, feeling like every single worry had left your mind.

Except for Dio. The threat of Dio would be constantly looming over your shoulder, especially now that you were in Egypt. But other than that, every care went away, as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness. You were finally here. Egypt.

Dio stood no chance against your team.

#kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki x reader #crusader of life #stardust crusaders #jjba #jjba x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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Fusion~Analogical

INFO -au -the basic logic is that roman was in the mindscape one day like "hey what if we could fuse?" so it became possible -fusions name is nyth bc its a mix of nyx, a goddess of night and thoth, a god of knowledge, because analogical are the smart space gays -its hinted that the dark sides and core sides have a more friendly relationship.

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Neither of them had expected it. I mean sure they had both fused before, once Roman had introduced the mechanism he created, but never with each other. Virgil had only fused with Roman a couple of times as a way for Roman to assure him it was safe, and Logan only fused with Patton when one of the other sides was experiencing heightened anxiety. However, they can't say neither of them thought about it. They can't say the thought didn't make them happy.

Patton was sick and Roman had offered to help him. Remus and Deceit were off doing stars know what. That left Logan and Virgil to do whatever cleaning Patton would usually do. They started with their own rooms, then Logan took out the trash and Virgil cleared off the table in front of the tv, putting whatever things Roman had left in a box for him to take later. They decided to work together on the dishes and put on songs both of them liked. Halfway through the dishes, they decided to take a break, drying their hands off. Neither of them turned off the music as they both went to sit on the couch.

Virgil's shuffling ended up tripping him, and he yelped as his face rushed towards the carpeted floor, shutting his eyes. Logan heard the yelp and dropped his book, reaching to catch Virgil. There was a flash of light as soon as Logan's hand caught Virgil's wrist, and their forms turned into glowing lumps of dark blue and purple with their logos, wrapping around each other. The light combined and took shape, slightly taller than Logan and Virgil. As the light dissipated, the fusion looked up and down at themselves.

Logan's stiff pants and Virgil's comfortable ripped skinny jeans turned into slightly baggier black jeans with no rips. Logan's dark blue polo and Virgil's black t-shirt and purple jacket was replaced by a black polo under a dark purple jacket with dark blue accents half-zipped. Logan's tie turned purple with the same patches Virgil's jacket had, and the fusion could feel glasses resting on their eyes. They turn to the tv to see their reflection, black glasses over dark blue eyes with black under-eye makeup and naturally resting brown hair with Thomas' purple streak. They notice the polo and jacket both have a logo, a purple brain with glasses above a blue lightning bolt.

Unfortunately, Roman had gone down to check on them upon Patton's request and saw the whole thing. He squealed in delight, making the new fusion jump. "I apologize but this is so exciting! Tell me, what's your name? Pronouns? Oh and Logan told me to ask about stabilizers and de-stabilizers." The fusion's brain tried desperately to play catch up, registering Roman's words with increasing speed. "N-Nyth. Nyth is my name. Uh, they/them... Stabilizers are, uh, space, Patton, Roman- you-, rain, music, and reading. De-stabilizers are the ocean, Deceit, Remus, and situations that would cause Virgil anxiety."

Roman smiled, "Well Nyth, welcome to the world! I'll tell Logan that information to write down later, for now, you should come to see Patton!" Nyth nodded and pushed up their glasses as they followed Roman back up the stairs. They entered Patton's room a bit nervously, fiddling with their tie. "Patton, I am happy to inform you that Logan and Virgil are absolutely fine... because they fused!" Patton's eyes quickly moved away from the book he was reading and he looked at Nyth with an excited grin, "Hiya kiddo! And what should I call you?" Nyth stopped fiddling with their tie, "Nyth." He told Patton the same information he told Roman and Patton happily clapped.

"It seems you're a pretty stable fusion! I'm happy! But you should be leaving, I don't want to get you sick on your first day fused!" Nyth nodded and left, retreating back to the hall as Roman stayed behind to care for Patton. He looked down the hall to confirm a theory. When Logan or Virgil had fused before, the rooms in the mind palace shifted and made a new one for whatever fusion appeared, but left the original sides' rooms alone. Sure enough, past Virgil's door was a new one, 'Nyth' painted in black letters across it with a couple of glow in the dark star stickers. "Do you wanna- yeah. You? Yes. Okay, here goes nothing." Nyth reached for the door and opened it, revealing a room covered in stars, galaxies, and planets. Bookshelves were in neat rows on the right side of the room, bed with galaxy bedding on the left.

"It's nice," Nyth said, browsing the bookshelves. Various books about animals, space, mythology, and the human body lined the shelves. Nyth grabbed a book on mythology and opened it to a random page. It was about Nyx, the Greek goddess of night. They flipped to another page, this one about Thoth, the Egyptian god of knowledge. Nyth started laughing to themselves quietly, "Clever, my name is a mix of those two." They flopped on the bed and watched the ceiling swirl with a star system they immediately recognized as Alpha Centauri. They pulled a cat plushie close to themselves, "I like this. Being fused. Existing. Let's stay like this. Of course. I enjoy it too." They smiled at themselves and started reading the book they grabbed, content like this.

#Analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #sanders sides oneshots #ts virgil #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides fusion #fusion #analogical fusion #sanders sides fusions

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Gods of Jade and Shadow Review

4/5 stars Recommended for people who like: Jazz Age, gods, supernatural creatures, Cinderella-esque stories, adventures, magic, fantasy, urban fantasy, Mayan mythology, multiple POVs I'll start out by saying that, though this book is supposed to be an adult book, according to the author, it definitely reads as a YA fantasy book. I'm not quite sure why it would be categorized as an adult book when 1) the characters that aren't gods are all in their late teens or early 20s, and 2) the main narrator doesn't even have all that mature of a voice. Nothing in particular happens that would warrant something higher than YA--no sex, little violence and none of it gratuitous, no abundance of curse words (though I'm not sure that matters in books like it does in TV), and the themes are all pretty in line with what you would expect from a YA novel. It actually sort of reads like a YA American Gods, but specifically with the Mayan pantheon and supernatural instead of the European ones, a different reason for the burgeoning tensions, and, obviously, less sex (oh, and no zombie/undead!wife either). The premise of the book was fascinating, and it mostly followed through, though I think it could have done to be a bit longer. A Mayan death god woken from his unwilling slumber? Jazz Age Mexico? Brilliant. So often when books deal with gods they deal mainly with Roman or Greek Gods, occasionally drifting into the realm of Egyptian or Norse, but mainly those and rarely ever (I have actually never personally read a book, YA or otherwise) based on Mayan or other Central and South American pantheons. So, I was definitely eager to get right into it. The books provides a decent over view of the death gods and the mythology behind some of the other supernatural creatures Casiopea and Hun-Kamé encounter. I enjoyed the descriptions we got of Xibalba and all the twin lords of death. I especially liked how Moreno-Garcia managed to make Xibalba creepy but also beautiful at the same time, the duality of death present in everything there, including its inhabitants. I wish we got more info on the pantheon in general, though, either through the pair meeting other supernatural creatures than just the ones pertinent to their mission or just through further discussion on the matter. I thought Casiopea managed to handle things quite well, all things considered. I understood her rage and her sadness and her excitement and her wonder. She's finally going on an adventure, but it's asking too much and there's the distinctly real possibility that she might not make it out the other side (of course, you can also kind of tell that she will). Over the course of the book, she definitely comes into herself, deciding that even if the world isn't fair she should be and that her mother was right about some of the things she said about revenge and life in general. The part where she realizes her mother was right about some of the things she said made Casiopea so much more real, I think just about everyone has a moment where they realize something their parent/guardian/parental figure said is actually correct (it always tickles my mom when I admit it to her). The other characters really did feel more like side-characters or background characters than they perhaps should have. Hun-Kamé and Vucun-Kamé both have POVs and the main conflict is between the two of them, but, because of the way gods were written, there was a certain...passion lacking from their interactions. We get a little of it, and obviously we don't really want Vucun-Kamé to get his way, but there's just a layer of humanness missing that's distancing them and their motivations from me when I read. The romantic element between Casiopea and Hun-Kamé also felt a little forced. It was supposed to be slow-burn, but slow-burn is difficult to achieve in 334 pages and a timeline that extends over, what, a week? Hun-Kamé spent so much of the time being aloof that when feelings were revealed it just felt unrealistic. Casiopea, I could believe easily enough, but Hun-Kamé's feelings felt more like friendship than romantic love. Martín was just obnoxious and I had trouble sympathizing with him, though I was glad with how things turned out in the end. I really wanted to love this book, and while I did like it a great deal, one of the things that got in the way of this being 5 stars was the sheer amount of exposition. Now, I already knew this might be an issue from other reviews I read prior to the book, but I just sort of brushed it off...uh, oops. Moreno-Garcia really does tell us a lot of the scenery, background, and emotions occurring in the book. I don't want to be told about 1925 Mexico City, I want to see it. Maybe a couple instances could be brushed off, but I feel like I was being told things pretty much every time we changed scenes or encountering a new supernatural creature. There are ways to inform readers of supernatural creatures and the likes without making it exposition, there are loads of ways, but the primary one used throughout the book is exposition, and, much like the lack of emotion in the gods, it put me at distance from the events of the book when they were occurring. Overall it was a good book and I enjoyed getting to know some of the Mayan mythology and supernatural creatures present in this book. Anyone who's worried that this might be an adult book need not, I think the YA shelving is pretty accurate. It's 4 stars because of the distance between reader and some of the narrating characters and because there's a load of exposition throughout the book.

#book #book review #gods of jade and shadow #silvia moreno-garcia #mayan mythology #urban fantasy #jazz age #fantasy #tw suidice

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Yugioh S5 Ep 17: Joey Falling Down for 20 Minutes

It is HOT in my house and so I’m going to do my best but no promises!

It’s a holiday weekend, which usually means I should catch up on work that’s falling behind, but today means that it is too hot to do anything but talk about this weird arc of Yugioh. One where, in case you forgot, we are in an isekai that takes place in an Egyptian pyramid that is in the Northern part of India. Oh, and this isekai was made by Alexander the Freakin Great. Don’t worry about it.

What’s weird about this, is that we are definitely in that anime video game isekai genre, but we are actually in less of an isekai realm than normal Yugioh. There’s no game stats. There’s no game rules. Just these pokemon tubes we shoot at other monsters and we just let them do whatever. Kinda like a reverse isekai if you will.

This arc definitely has more of a Rated G quality to it, it’s trying really hard to capture that Wile E. Coyote feel. And does it hit it? No, not really, which is a shame because we would all like to see an Emperor’s New Groove style of wackiness applied to any show, honestly. But, instead, we get so many dry one liners out of Joey Wheeler who is like side-eyeing the camera like “nyeh, remember when this show was grimdark?”

(read more under the cut)

At some point last episode Joey Wheeler got abducted by this bird, who is a mother of this many children.

I don’t know why anyone in their right mind would be like “yes, Joey is delicious” but these birds will try to eat Joey for the rest of this episode. Some sort of crazy pheromone is going on with his shampoo, and they want all of it.

Faced with the end of this gimmick we are introduced to that convenient tree branch that is in basically every animated show with a freefall in it, but something about Yugioh feels just real enough to make this particular splat....REALLY painful looking.

And after this series of random events, we get yet another convenient plot device.

Usually you have to go out and find your MacGuffin, but in the case of Joey Wheeler the MacGuffin got tired of waiting and just went out to greet him.

Alexander the Great’s free time sure is something else if he just made a magical D&D campaign with monsters and stuff and then just...never used it. He just decided to leave this here for hundreds of years later. Just cuz he was too busy taking over the middle East and romancing just so many people, I guess?

Haunted D&D game for sale, never used.

We are finally introduced with a rule to this game, and the rule is: You will die. Does that mean now their Pokemon run is Nuzlocke?

Man...I think I have used a Nuzlocke joke on this blog here before but like it just really changes the dynamics of Pokemon if they can freakin die and then Ash Ketchum also freakin dies.

Like take this orange “baby” dragon with pecks that are the size of hubcaps. If it freakin dies, so does Joey Wheeler.

Joey of course, can’t truly walk anymore, so it’s a good thing he’s letting baby dragon do all the work.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Yugi is getting attacked by a bunch of trees and that just makes sense.

These Deku trees look so much like something out of a Adult Swim show but I cannot put my finger on what it is. I think it’s that hair. It has strong vibes to something I watched in my youth...but I don’t know what it was at all.

Anyway, trapped in a small corner, Yami gets his second monster to bond with his entire soul, and it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d get really excited about.

This animation of Yami smiling as he stares into the horrific fire he started in the woods to burn so many sentient trees is very on point for Yugioh.

Never let Yami back into California.

Straight up fire season is a few months going now, and I’m already so tired of the endless anxiety that is fire season.

Meanwhile, Joey has gone to a waterfall, most likely in order to ice his crotch from falling directly onto a tree branch.

Coincidentally, he finds yet another MacGuffin. And like, I guess this is because of Joey being lucky, but it’s extremely kid’s show because stuff just keeps happening.

Baby Dragon sets Joey Wheeler on fire again (FREAKIN FIRE) and honestly...how many times are we going to set Joey Wheeler on fire in this show? We’ve had a literal fireball, fire golem, that god card that was just a fire bird, and like...an actual volcano last season?

Is Joey made out of asbestos?

Good thing Kaiba isn’t here to completely disregard this map, but although they’re certainly better about finding out where to go than a Kaiba...they ain’t good at it.

Tea and Tristan spend this whole episode fighting a giant merman. It felt a lot like card stuff so I skipped most of it, just know the big thing was that Tea remembered that her pokemon can heal Tristan. And that was a little weird because Tristan was like “That’s the GOOD STUFF give me MORE OF THAT” and it’s like...would it actually feel a little bit like drugs?

I mean it would, right?

And then, as it looked like they were about to die, the episode ended with a mysterious man using his monster to save them, that’s right, it’s the only other person it could possibly be.

Not Kaiba, I know. We all wish it were, but it appears that Seto got grounded this arc, and when he was like “Roland! We are going to India!” Mokuba and everyone else in that office promptly hid the keys to the wifejet by flushing them directly down Seto’s dragon-shaped toilet.

Instead it’s just Grandpa.

Pretty sure Kaiba’s voice actor went on vacation during this arc, from what I’ve heard.

PS, as you can see--I numbered the episodes wrong. We are on 17 now. I have no idea how that happened. I don’t know where I went wrong. I will probably not fix it.

Like seriously how do I keep misnumbering these episodes, haha.

Anyway, hope y’all have a safe holiday weekend for those that celebrate, and if you want to see fireworks, go to a show done by a licensed professional (not your weird cousin), or get a good score in Super Mario, or watch it on TV. Overall, don’t be the dumbass that burns down half of California! And have a good time!

And if you aren’t doing anything this weekend, or you’re just new to the blog--hello! You can read all of these episodes from S1 Ep1 using this link.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #capsule monsters #yugi muto #joey wheeler #S5 #Ep 17 #Tea Gardner #Baby Dragon #a bunch of deku trees #And just like in Zelda they hella died on you #Deku trees are rude

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coeurdastronaute · 5 years

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Essays in Existentialism: Atlantis 4

Previously on Atlantis

The morning came, steady and through flickering lights against the window, unstill and blinding like a disco ball and lava lamp worked together to form a hybrid. Even behind her eyelids, the patient could see the light dancing through the waters and window before trying to make her join the land of the living yet again.

The oil she was given to rub on her bruises smelled like sweet mint, and it stiffened slightly in the night on her rib, while the kelp compress left nothing more than a pale cut on her forehead and bruising around her eyes. With a small grunt, Clarke gave up to the whims of the underwater world, and opened her eyes as she pressed a hand against the soreness that slept still, sound and happy, in her muscles and bones.

Slowly, still fuzzy around the edges from the concussion, the world came into focus again, and Clarke found herself staring at the ceiling of the ornate room that had become her own during her stay. Rich blues and whites mingled in the most pristine and perfect marble she’d ever seen, while the rich tapestry that covered one wall burst forth in colors and a story, artfully done and purposeful.

Two days ago, she’d been on a research vessel in the middle of the ocean working with her mentor to discover a way to stunt evolutionary tendencies in viruses. Two days ago, she was a girl who didn’t fully believe in the myth of Atlantis, or that Aquaman was a king who ruled more people who could breathe under water.

But she woke up again in a bed that smelled like oranges and sunlight, wrapped in a blanket that was soft and stiff, like clothes dried on a clothesline. She’d eaten a dinner that consisted of her third grade favorite lunchbox lunch, with a reigning monarch in said potentially imaginary underwater country. And nothing made sense.

With no small showing of effort, Clarke propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, testing her body all over again, learning how it worked today, and being slightly amazed by how well it felt. The lingering soreness felt like she’d worked out too hard for a whole week straight, but was by no means as terrible as she’d felt less than ten hours ago. She sat there for a few moments and caught her breath, afraid to test her body, but knowing that she must. Clarke pushed herself from the bed and stood, balancing like a baby deer on its new legs.

Everything seemed to work well enough, and she was afraid of the potential pain, but true to the words she couldn't understand, the body began to heal and she found herself wincing for nothing at all.

“I guess I just put more on,” Clarke wondered aloud as she looked at the table across the room that held the ointments and bottles. “But what… how did she combine them?”

Making it across the room, she picked up an intricate bottle and tugged at the stopped, sniffing the inside as a black liquid sloshed about, seen through the pure blue of the bottle. The door cracked and began to open, and the new sound made Clarke drop the bottle so it shattered on the ground, covering the pristine floor with a rather stale smelling liquid.

“I’m sorry-- I didn’t-- I wasn’t sure anyone would come in, and I wanted to--”

“Ti káneis na-eme?” the same old woman asked, hurrying as much as her old bones and bent back would allow. “Tha dilitiriásete ton eaftó sas.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean--”

“Kínisi!”

The nurse pushed Clarke slightly as she began cleaning up the dropped liquid, careful to avoid touching it as best she could. Somewhere between shooting her a look and muttering something Clarke was certain was a curse, the nurse humphed and began cleaning up the shattered glass, her displeasure clearly apparent.

A knock tapped softly for a moment as Clarke proceeded to apologize again and get pushed away from trying to help. And if she couldn’t get more mortified of her current predicament, the embodiment of earthly perfection entered the room with a worried furrow.

“I just came to see if you would like breakfast,” Lexa offered, staring at the mess and offering her forearm to Clarke to help move her away from the clean up. “But it looks like you might be busy. Eínai óla kalá?”

“Peismatáris kai adéxia. Léte óti eínai meletitís?”

The princess chuckled and tried to swallow it when Clarke gave her a pointed look.

“That’s a very concentrated combination of venoms and plants, used as a slight numbing agent in the healing process,” she explained, translating very loosely. “More than a few drops would paralyze or potentially kill you.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“You weren’t. She just finds it very difficult to believe you are someone who studies medicine.”

In an instant, Clarke snapped her eyes away from Lexa’s pretty green ones, and turned them on the old woman who put the discarded vial in her basket before setting up for another treatment.

“She should teach me instead of letting me nearly kill myself.”

“Althea is our best healer. She helped deliver me, and my mother, and my mother’s mother and father. Her knowledge would take you years to even start to understand.”

“Are you calling me dumb, too?”

“No, no,” Lexa hurried as Clarke crossed her arms. “Just that she knows enough to fill an entire library. She wrote the books on our modern methods. Books is plural.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s called me dumb a few times,” Clarke sighed as those elderly hands tugged on her shirt once again.

“She has,” the princess smiled and nodded. “I was--”

In an instant, her shirt was tugged up again, and Clarke realized that she was now showing off her stomach and ribs and much too much underboob to the future ruler of a futuristic underwater country that no one was ever allowed to visit. But she was stuck, and the princess was staring. Clarke knew that because she tried to maintain eye contact to pretend nothing bad was happening to her.

“Um, I was…,” Lexa furrowed again before quickly turning around when she met Clarke’s eyes. “I’m sorry. She’s much more intent on getting you better than we might have previously realized.”

“Whatever she’s doing is working. I feel better than I could have imagined.”

“Léei óti aisthánetai kalýtera,” Lexa explained.

Clarke watched as the old woman moved with her eyes nearly shut, the wrinkles covering every part of her face, wearing deep the long lines of living into her very fabric. All she did was hum slightly and press another compress to Clarke’s ribs.

“How do I… I want to thank her, for everything.”

The nurse tugged on Clarke’s jaw, pulling at her shoulders so that she could get a good reach on the wound on her head, repeating her process, though slightly more gently than the ribs.

“Efcharistó,” Lexa explained, peaking over her shoulder, thankful to find the stranger more clothed than before.

“Ef--ef--,” Clarke tasted the word, attempting her best to get over the hump of saying it. “Efcharistó?”

For a second, the woman paused and nodded slightly. Clarke smiled and looked down at her side before holding her hand against the fresh press while Lexa spoke with the healer, bowing deeply to her before earning a kiss on her forehead and a tap of a hand against her cheek.

Freshly ready to heal, Clarke felt full in the room with Lexa, and wasn’t sure what else there was to say or do. It took Lexa a moment to find the protocol.

“I came to see if you would like to eat, and… I can’t show you much, but you’ll be here for a few days while we prepare the Spindrift, and I could show you some things.”

“You don’t have to supervise. I’m sure you have other… princess things to do?”

“My mother is busy with her embassy, and my father is busy saving the planet. I currently have nothing planned,” Lexa explained, clasping her hands and letting them hang in front of her.

The crest on her shoulder was proud and ancient. The soft fall of her braids against the deep green and cream color of her frock was picture perfect, and all before breakfast was even served. The princess held an entire world together, and she was going to be the link between words, born of both.

And she was gracious enough to save Clarke’s life in her spare time.

“And I had a few questions about Land… if that’s okay?”

“Breakfast first,” Clarke decided, her smile warming as Lexa returned it at the offer.

“I can do that.”

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“So this is just one of your gardens?” Clarke asked as she walked out onto the balcony that was so large she forgot it was suspended partly above the city.

Stacked, the buildings seemed dripping in greenery and elaborately inlaid, as if every story was intricately planned and prepared. There were bits that reminded Clarke of old textbooks or picture books from when she was a child and went through Egyptian and Greek Gods phases of learning. Giant statues, with limited features but strong poses, warriors and thinkers alike, stood guard throughout the city from the view. Towering figures held up buildings, while greenery and trees filled every inch, weaving together a lattice roof over the shops and buildings below. Sleek lines dictated the skyline.

Standing on the private balcony garden, Clarke surveyed much of the city she’d missed from her window view of the palaces back patios and gates. Now, she saw the dome that sat around the city, saw the architecture, felt the breathing, pulsating thrum of the entire place.

“It is. We have a few royal gardens. Some of the most prized and ancient plants are here, and are often open to the public.”

“But not today?”

“Only during the high holidays.”

It was lush and alive, the entire city was a steady noise and hum, but the gardens were quietly removed from it, shadowed in giant trees and overgrown shrubs she couldn’t quite place. Every way Clarke looked, she found something mesmerizing, something that brought up more questions, something she knew she’d never see again.

“How do you… How did you get all of this here?”

“Atlantis has always existed, even before the shift,” Lexa explained, her hands careful linked behind her back.

She walked perfectly straight, her gait natural and fixed, her body fluid. Clarke caught herself watching the princess as much as she watched the entire world around her that no other person who walked on land had ever seen. Chestnut hair in intricate braids, her strong brow, the green of her eyes, the soft slope of her chin and smile-- it was distracting, even in a palace.

“And you can breathe… underwater?”

The princess ducked her head and chuckled.

“Yes, all Atlanteans can breathe both. Evolution was as kind to us as the gods were.”

“I have so many questions, I can’t decide where to start.”

The pair wandered along the path as Clarke wracked her brain and overheated with the information. Lexa saw to it that they were left alone and undisturbed, the palace gates shut tightly and all entrances to the garden monitored by the guards she trusted the most. For just a few moments, she allowed herself to enjoy the company of the girl she saved, who had a peculiar way of looking at things, who blushed sometimes, right on the edge of cheeks.

“Maybe don’t ask any questions,” Lexa offered after a moment of quiet as they came to the edge. She took a seat on a planter wall under a flowering tree with big blue and purple petals. “Just live this moment.”

“Is that what you do here?”

“I do tend to enjoy my time in my home, yes.”

Clarke took a seat beside the princess, careful to hold her ribs as she readjusted.

“I want to know everything. It’s a curse, I’m afraid.”

“I suppose I’d be the same way on land,” Lexa acquiesced. “I wouldn’t know where to even begin, but something about sitting here, feeling, touching, tasting, hearing-- it’ll help you understand Atlantis more than any question.”

“I would actually imagine that the few questions I have about the field surrounding the city, or the evolutionary tactic of breathing underwater might be illuminating.”

Again, Lexa caught herself smiling, but she swallowed it and looked up at the light filtering through the branches and petals. She closed her eye and took a deep breath, willing the visitor to do the same.

Neither spoke, but rather took the time to enjoy each other’s company and the quiet moment that neither world would ever know about. Clarke listened, catching a far away laugh of a child playing something. She heard a hum and a rushing of water, she heard the long, drawn out caws of some kind of bird that existed within the microcosm. After a few minutes, she reached up and plucked a petal from the tree, careful not to disturb the rest of the large flower on the branch. It took up her entire hand, and she rubbed her fingers along it, feeling the thick, velvet touch it had, smelling the sweet, musky hint it hid.

Lexa watched as the stranger felt her world, and she wasn’t sure what she expected from Clarke, but she hadn’t expected her words to be taken quite to heart. For an instant, she almost believed she could see when Clarke began to understand and feel it, the ease and peace that came in the gardens.

“When I was young, maybe only five or six, my father took me on land,” Lexa explained. “He introduced me to his father. We went to a building, shaped like a long tube that had a light on top. He said it was where he grew up, and he showed me all of his things, and my grandfather showed me his world. I remember the taste of the salt in the air and the smell of the fishermen coming home. I remember the feeling of the net in my hand as I played with it. I remember my father sitting on top of this light with me, and he pointed to the entire world. I could see for miles and miles. He told me it was my job to protect my people from those on land, and it was my job to protect the land from all else. That was how we united the two. But I didn’t listen, not fully. I had an ice cream cone.”

Clarke watched as Lexa spoke, as she confessed and said more words than she imagined the princess ever normally said. It was not the story of a princess though, but rather that of a stranger, offering something innate, something of themselves.

“Are you not allowed on land?”

“No,” she shook her head curtly.

“You should come. See what you’re destine to defend.”

“I’m destined to complete much more training here,” Lexa sighed. “Once the world turned its back on my father, once they condemned Atlantis, he was forced to choose. He chose us.”

“But he still helps?”

“He’s not a heartless man.”

“It just seems incredibly selfless.”

“Being a good ruler is about seeing what others don’t, doing what others won’t, and being what others can’t,” Lexa recited.

“You’re a good person.”

“I try very hard.”

Clarke smiled at the honestly and looked at her own hands as her fingers knot themselves together. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her shoulder felt warm as Lexa somehow moved close enough so that they were now touching.

“If you ever change your mind, you could come on land. I’d show you around.”

“You would?”

“Fair is fair. I’m not sure we have anything this beautiful though,” Clarke confessed.

There was a grin. She saw it as Lexa’s eyes went dreamy. Clarke found herself leaning closer, her body moving on its own. Lexa searched Clarke’s face and shook her head.

“I don’t know. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

For a second, Clarke was swept up in green eyes and the lips that disappeared for an instant behind the peak of a tongue. It was entirely unfair that someone like Lexa, who saved her life, who cared, who gawked and awkwardly wasn’t sure how to move when her shirt slipped up a little, was also so entirely too delicious looking.

Instead of doing it, instead of leaning forward, Clarke looked toward the city below the palace, and she smiled slightly as a blush snuck up her neck.

“Are all Atlanteans so charming?”

“No, not too many.”

“Good to know.”

“Should I take you back so you can rest?”

“Don’t trust me to make it back alone?” Clarke teased.

“I do, but the rest of the guards might have a bit of doubt.”

Lexa stood up and held out her hand for the stranger to take. With no hesitation at all, Clarke took it and let herself be lead back into the palace.

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Word reached the control room quickly that the King was on his way back, the crisis from outside officially dealt with, his aid offered and accepted for another victory. No news covered if there had been losses on the side of the Justice League, and the Queen wasn’t sure what mood he would return in, but was grateful he was at all.

Quietly, she surveyed the reports on her screen and grew more and more excited to see him, finally allowing herself the moment to reflect on the past few days and how hectic they’d been coupled with the constant nagging about his return.

But her husband was stubborn, and would always come home.

“I’m going to my chambers for the evening,” Meera announced as she stood, the rest of her entourage doing the same. “Monitor the fleets to the south and the shifting and quake potential off the coast of South America.”

“Yes ma’am,” the commander nodded.

“If my husband makes it home, please let the morning rotation know to push the meetings until the afternoon.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll take an update about the Spindrift as soon as possible.”

“I”ll get in touch now, your highness.”

“Goodnight, friends,” the queen paused at the door. “Today was a success.”

With her notes tucked under her arm, the queen made her way out into the hallway, her guard trailing slightly behind her, as she was known to prefer. It took a lot to run a nation, and it took a lot to unify two who didn’t want it. But she knew it was for the best, and she believed in it so much, she obsessed.

Slowly, the queen made her way down the hall, eager for things to return to normal.

As if on time, she heard an unfamiliar sound of what she thought to be her daughter laughing, though it died away quickly. Her pace slowed considerably as she approached the corner of the hall and she waved her guard to slow, taking their time before reaching sight of the two girls.

Looking decidedly much healthier, the girl from the land stood, her arm wrapped around Lexa’s for support though she walked much better, and looked to have more color in her cheeks than the last time Meera saw her. She was pretty, beautiful even. Shorter than her daughter, though not by much. Her hair was much lighter than she originally thought, and her eyes a bit lighter as well. She watched Lexa when she spoke, hanging on every word, her smile constant, while the princess spoke passionately before catching her earnestness and pulling back slightly.

The queen was barely moving as they paused at Clarke’s door. Lexa moved and dropped something in her hand, quick to try to pick it up, a blush on her cheeks as she opened Clarke’s door for her. The queen smiled to herself at her daughter’s antics, at how she struggled to say goodbye, at the fact that as soon as Clarke’s door closed, the princess leaned against the wall and sighed, collapsing under her own head.

It was only then that the queen picked up her pace, as if she hadn’t seen anything at all.

“Are you ready to take our guest back to land?”

“Yes, of course,” Lexa answered as she stood up straighter, losing the human in her movements. She was rigid with responsibilities.

“Your father is returning.”

“Good news,” she smiled, perking up slightly.

The mother and daughter gave each other a look, a knowing look, a certain look that they deciphered and danced around.

“We should walk and discuss a few things,” Meera decided.

As much as Lexa wanted to protest, to go back to her room, to sleep and forget, she knew that the suggestion wasn’t optional, and with a heavy head, she nodded.

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poedamern · 5 years

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Hi! I would love to make a request where you go to visit his family in Toronto with him for two weeks or something xx thank you hun

PAIRING: Mena x Reader / LENGTH: 1.5K / DISCLAIMER: Gif is mine! I tried my best to represent the family but if it seems like its missing something, it’s because I’m trying to be respectful! / If you’d like to send in any of your imagines, please send them here.

The first week was hard. very hard. You sucked at meeting new people to begin with, not to mention your boyfriend’s family, parents and two older sisters. It was intimidating and all you could really say was that the trip definitely came with plenty of overwhelming firsts.

“Y/N, Y/N, come here, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” Mena’s mother greets you the first day, pulling you into an embrace. You smile and hug her gently in return. “Thank you for having me. I’m sure cooking for an extra person isn’t an easy thing to do.” You try to make simple small talk. “Of course! Can’t leave any stomachs empty in this house.” She says before instantly offering all sorts of snacks and teas for you to try. “Our cooking is like nothing else you have tried, I swear on it. You must try everything.” Mena’s father adds, talking matter of factly, stern in his words. “Mama, Baba, please.” Mena interrupts, a hand on your waist. “You have a whole two weeks to to give Y/N as many things as you like. Go easy, we just got here.”

– – –

And soon enough Mena and you were off on your first ‘family trip’ to High Park later that week. It was a bit out of the way but Mena’s parents insisted you two needed to get out in the sun more and, well, that was that. You set up a picnic at the park and shared lunch together. You could relate to having traditional parents, it comes with the generation but it made for some funny moments. From funny childhood stories to family debates, it was all cute to witness from your perspective, as much as Mena might have wished it wouldn’t happen. But one thing’s for sure is that there was never a quiet moment. “It’s really easy turning meals vegan–” “Here we go again.” One of his sisters groan. Mena completely ignores her comment and continues. “–So many people wouldn’t know if they weren’t told how to, you know? Here, try this. Say ah.” He says to you, making you take a bite of his homemade meal he spent the night before cooking. The act was so pure you really couldn’t protest but in doing so one of his older sisters teased Mena. “We get it, you’re in love.” She meant it jokingly of course, a smile on her face but it made you laugh. “Oh don’t be so jealous. You know you’d do the same if you had a partner.” He teased her in return.

– – –

Anywhere you two went, anything you did was constantly followed by typical family judgement but one night in the second week really made it all worth it. After watching a movie with the family, Mena’s mother decided to play some music her and Mena’s father grew up listening to. You weren’t familiar with Egyptian music, especially from the 70′s but you clapped and laughed along as Mena’s parents got up and started dancing around the living room. You watched in amusement, completely impressed at their dancing skills before Mena’s mother pulled you up from the couch, telling you to dance with her. You shake your head and try to turn down the offer but everyone cheers you on, even Mena, who was smiling, obviously pleased at what you just got yourself into.

“It’s easy! 1,2,3. 1,2,3.” Mena’s mother said as she held your hands, pulling you back and forth. You tried your best to follow the way her feet moved while also laughing in crippling embarrassment. At least you were trying right? She then let you go and danced with Mena’s father again. You turn around to sit back down but Mena quickly jumps on his feet and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, back to the middle of the living room. “Don’t even think about it.” He teases, holding your hand. “You know I suck at this, are you just purposefully trying to embarrass me?” You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly. “Not at all babe but you have to admit it’s pretty funny.” He teases you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He leans forward pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back, still holding your hand and guiding you through the movements, twirling you around and teaching you new steps, his hand never leaving your side. You move with him and soon you follow into a comfortable familiar rhythm, dancing together with everyone else. Mena really made fall in love so damn easy.

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And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, you were at the end of your trip, the last night staying over at his parents house. They had set up the bed in the guest room just for you two for the night as their house was closer to the airport than the hotel you had been staying at. Something tugged at your heart just thinking about it. “– And this is when he was really young.” His eldest sister pointed to a baby picture of Mena sitting on his father’s lap. “Oh my god, he hasn’t changed at all.” You chuckle, amused by how similar his smile was, not any different today, dimple and all. “He just got taller and that’s it.” You tease, Mena sitting next to you, groaning. “Of course you had to pull out those photos on the last day. I was so close to thinking I’d get away without any pictures.” He says while rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t be a good sister if I didn’t show your partner baby photos, come on.” His sister gave him knowing look.

“You need to send me photos of these cause they’re just too good.” You say to his sister, truly thinking your life would be improved ten fold with those on you at all times, maybe even set one as your phone background. “Please no.” Mena whines, leaning into you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “What has my family done to you? Don’t fall for their tricks.” He jokes, nosing at the top of your head. “They’ve done more for me than you have these whole two weeks.” You teasingly poke his side, causing him to flinch. “Hey! That’s not true and you know it.” – “Oh shit, It’s late. I need to head off.” His sister says, closing the photo album and setting it on the coffee table. You say your goodbyes to his sisters and exchange phone numbers, thanking them for being so kind to you. You have a final dinner with Mena’s parents before calling it a night, both of you slipping into bed.

You rub your eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, glancing down at the clock, only just realising it was past midnight. You groan, knowing you have to wake up for an early flight tomorrow. But your quiet protest is soon replaced with a soft sigh as Mena wraps his arms around you from behind. “Your family sure knows how to entertain.” You mumble, leaning back into his hold. Mena rests his chin on your shoulder and noses at your neck. “Now you know where I get it from.” A low hum rumbles in his chest. You sit in silence, enjoying the quiet for the first time in days before you start to think out loud.

“Here I was thinking that, maybe, your family wouldn’t like me, that I’d be too much of an outsider.” You feel Mena lift his head to look at you properly, turning to see him frowning. “But I was wrong, incredibly wrong.” You correct yourself, smiling up at him. “I would never let my family not like you. They have to like you.” He returns the smile, squeezing his arms tightly around you before pulling you back playfully onto the bed. You squeal lightly, laughing as you both fall into the sheets.

You turn around in his arms, hands resting on his chest as you look up at him. “Thank you for introducing me to them. I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better time.” You whisper softly, lifting a leg up to rest against his hip. “I should be thanking you.” He says, kissing your cheek. “They’ll miss you, you know.” He brings a hand up to run his fingers through your hair. “Something tells me I’ll miss them more.” You grin, leaning up and kissing his chin. “Then we’ll just have to plan another trip.” Mena suggests, eyes now closed. “Just maybe.” You say before both of you drift off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

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02/11/2020 DAB Transcript

Exodus 32:1-33:23, Matthew 26:69-27:14, Psalms 33:1-11, Proverbs 8:33-36

Today is the 11th day of February, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is a joy and a honor really an honor to be here with you and to let God's word speak into our lives as we just come around the roaring Global Campfire, come in out of the cold, see the firelight on each other's faces and let God's word speak to us. So, we have spent the last several days in the book of Exodus at Mount Sinai listening to God give instructions for things that he would like to be built and ways that he would like things done in the emerging culture of these former Egyptian slaves who are now being transformed into God's chosen people. So, God has finished up with that and so Moses is gonna come see the people but he’s not gonna be happy. Exodus chapter 32 and 33 today. And we’re reading from the New Living Translation this week.

Commentary:

Okay. 40 days in the wilderness around the mountain of God. That's what it took for the people to turn their backs on God. So, God had told Moses to get the people ready to meet with Him. It was His intention to be with them personally. They came sanctified around the mountain. God descended in a cloud and lightning and scared all the people. And, so, they asked Moses to be the spokesperson. And, so, He went to the top of the mountain to get the instructions, but it was taking too long. It was taking too long. 40 days in the wilderness is too long. And, so, they decided, “we don't know what happened. He’s gone. We don't know…we don't know what happened to Moses.” And the next thing you know they are worshiping false gods, claiming that this calf actually brought them out of Egypt and this calf would lead them forward into the promise land. That’s pretty ridiculous. It's a pretty ridiculous scene where there like, “we don’t know what happened to this fellow Moses. Make us gods that will lead us forward.” And Aaron, once he's confronted with what he did, he’s like, “I really didn’t do anything. I just asked them for some gold and through the gold in the fire and out came the calf.” The whole thing is ridiculous and it's far from the last time we’re gonna see ridiculous things being done by people in the Bible. And when we read the story, we’re like “what are you guys…what are you thinking? What are you doing? Didn’t…were you not there when the plagues came down upon Egypt to set you free? Did you not cross through the Red Sea on dry ground and watch your enemies be destroyed before your eyes without having to lift a finger? What is wrong with you people” until we realize that the Bible has held up a mirror before us and we’re looking at ourselves. How many days into any wilderness experience of your life do you go before you start complaining? A half of one? One? Two? And these folks, they were grumbling and worshiping false gods before they even got the instructions from God. That's kind of another ouch. The Bible does a good job of allowing us to see a situation from the outside and go like, “scratch our head” and “what's going on here? How are they so confused” until we realize we’re talking about ourselves too. And this brings front and center because we’re far enough in the Bible now to know this, we see the stories of the choices that people made, but we’re also able to see the path that was laid before them and the things that they chose and the pathway that those choices lead them on and then we begin understand that we’re walking the same path, wearing different clothes.

Prayer:

Father as we continue this wilderness journey in the Scriptures we invite Your Holy Spirit to bring to mind the wilderness experiences of our lives. And as we watch the children of Israel in the way that they respond to the different things that they face, help us understand that we’re also looking into the motives of our own heart and we’re sorry and we repent because we confess that we’ve been in the wilderness and looked for anything that promised to get us out of it, even if it was false. And what we desire is the narrow path that leads to life, even if it goes through the wilderness. Come Holy Spirit we pray in the name of Jesus we ask. Amen.

Announcements:

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In the meantime, that's a year away and we’re very, very, very focused on…on our pilgrimage for this year. And, so, thank you for your prayers. I'm asking…I’m asking for them. And I'm asking for them to not stop…well…I'm asking for them to not stop ever but in particular I'm asking them…for them to not stop while…while we do this international travel with so many brothers and sisters from so many places in the world. So, thank you. I see it as a canopy. I describe it like that. Raise a canopy of prayer over this whole thing and…and when I say we won't be going there alone, that's how it feels. It feels like there are thousands and thousands of us there in Spirit because that's how it is. And, so, thank you for…for your prayers over all of the travel that's coming up. It has its challenges. It can be brutal to go to the other side of the world and dive in but thank you for your prayers over the journey that we’re about to be on.

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And I guess that's it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hello everybody this is God’s Smile here. Today I had to…I was listening, and I’ve had to stop before Brian’s commentary and pause and rewind and I’ve done this several times and every time I…I just pray with me. Every time I got to the bit where Jesus says, “how I’ve long to cull you under my wings like a hen would gather her chicks.” I just…I just broke down and said “I’m so sorry Lord. I am so sorry that we’ve caused you so much pain. I’m so sorry. And I’ve asked this many times of God who wipes your tears away because I could really feel a portion of what God must’ve felt as he looks and looked upon His creation and longed…longed so much to pull us back under the shelter of His wings. Thank You, God for Your love and Your grace, Your long-suffering, Your slow to anger and quick to bless. Thank You, Lord for Your love, Your unfailing love that never fails us. I’m so sorry Lord. I’m so sorry that You had to go through all You did but I’m so thankful that You’ve redeemed us Lord, You gave us that second chance, You never failed us, You never for once thought it wasn’t worth the hassle of saving us and going through all You did. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You so much. We love You. Bye-bye.

[singing starts] Oh good and gracious God from everlasting your love shines through. Praise the Lord all His worth everywhere His highest name is exalted and His kingdom rules overall [singing stops]. This is Candace from Oregon and I gather Lord alongside my brothers and sisters in the DAB and lift up to you our dear precious sister Charisse as she is recovering from her injuries and begins to grapple with the loss of her husband in a car accident in early January. Oh Lord, minister to her heart. Pour out Your Spirit and Your healing balm. When I lost my husband, I had to wail and cry. I had to oft for times where I could be completely alone in my house so I could wail. Lord put her back together again and let her be a mom to the dear little ones that she and her husband that together. Holy Spirit, Lord Jesus be her husband be the dad of those kids.

Hi DAB family it’s Marla forgiven by the Savior from Albuquerque and I am calling in with a praise report. As you all know, as I’ve mentioned before, I have social anxiety which prevents me from going out and meeting new people and…well…being in crowds isn’t too bad just not huge crowds. So, I pretty much spend all my time alone; however I actually overcame my social anxiety on Monday and that was the 3rd of February and I met Suzanne from Albuquerque who is also on the DAB for lunch and it was absolutely lovely. It was a pleasure to meet her. She’s…Suzanne you are an awesome person and you are also a lovely person and I’m really glad that we were able to finally get to meet and hopefully we’ll be able to get to know each other better and have more lunches but I didn’t feel awkward at all which is a big deal for me. Because of my social anxiety I feel awkward, I feel vulnerable, but I didn’t. And when I met Suzanne for lunch it was like we’d known each other forever. We have a lot in common and this…this is a huge praise report for me. Anyway, I just wanted to call in and share that with you. Brian and Jill thank you so much for this format. The DAB has changed my life. I’ve been listening to it for 12 years now and I am a different person. So, I love you all very much and God bless.

Hi, everyone this is Lisa the Encourager. I wanted to call in today to continue to pray for the children of all the Daily Audio Bible listeners and the teenagers and the adult children. So, dear God I pray for each and every Daily Audio Bible listener God and I pray for their children. I pray for the ones that are in school and their safety God and I pray for their studies and the pressures of school and I pray for them to have the peace and that you will guide them along in their studies God and that they would have all the resources they need to be successful in school. I pray God for the ones that are being peer pressured in…to do things that they shouldn’t do and their lives. I pray that you will remove those peer pressures and bring people in their lives that will influence in them in positive spiritual ways. I pray for the brothers and sisters of those families God that they would be a good influence on their brothers and sisters. I pray for the ones that have addictions Lord and that are in a facility that are trying to overcome those addictions God. And I also pray for the ones that are on the streets and are still wandering and trying to find something that is going to bring them happiness besides you God. And I pray for the ones that are in jail in prison tonight that have gone astray, and I pray that they will be able to focus their lives on you while they’re in prison and turn their lives around. I pray for the ones that have recently been released out of prison God. I pray for all the children that are following you God that they will not be pulled away in any way...

Hey family this is God’s Little Bird and I’ve been meaning to call in for a while because I need to ask for prayer because it’s just been really difficult lately. I’m a high school teacher and just every year I’ve been at this 19 years, every year more and more is being asked of us. And it’s just getting harder and harder to do the job in this degraded morally degraded society where my kids show up with their needs not met and they don’t know what to do with that and their lashing out. And I just…I’m just very tired of being in that environment. And it’s not why I got into teaching. I wanted to help kids but this…this hurts. I mean…shout out to all my teachers out there, you know what I’m talking about. And, so, I’m to this point that I want to leave the profession and that would be a very big decision and probably a big pay cut and big life change. And I just…I don’t know if that’s what God wants for me. But I don’t know if He wants me to just stay and feel this way for 13 more years either. So, I just would ask for you to pray for clarity and discernment and strength. So, thank you very much. I love you guys. God’s Little Bird. Bye.

Good morning everyone this is Melody from Canada I just felt a nudge to pray about the corona virus. I don’t know…usually I have my calls all scripted out before, but I just pray about the corona virus. So, God will You pray for the people who have been infected. We pray for quick recovery. We pray that the virus will be contained, and it will not spread all across the world. And most of all I pray against fear. I pray that people will not be found in fear, that if it’s keeping people from doing what You’re calling them to do, I just pray against that fear. And thank You that You’ve given us authority over all the enemy power. We talk on snakes and scorpions will crush them under our feet and nothing in any way will do us any harm Luke 10:19. Thank You that You’ve given us authority over all these things. And we pray God that we would be Your light and Your voice of peace in the midst of this chaos. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

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