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Could you please make a haechan x reader story with lots of dirty talking and him meeting the reader on stage and like they make out backstage after? Please make the reader female thank you and happy Valentine's Day

One-shot #1: Lee Dong-Hyuck spots you in the audience and takes you backstage for a hot make-out session (*requested*)

This is the first story in my Mixed One-shots series, with smut that can be about any group, member and even non-kpop celebrities. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots can be a little longer and story-driven.

This story is a response to the above request. Thanks for submitting requests, they're super motivating 😊

One-shot #1: LEE DONG-HYUCK (NCT Haechan)

Celebrity: Lee Dong-hyuck (NCT Haechan)

Content: Dirty talk, Standing

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 4k

When NCT announced a show you would actually be able to attend you were ecstatic. When you managed to get tickets, you nearly screamed yourself mute of happiness. That indescribable feeling of joy was the best day of your life – so far.

Then came the day of the event, which trumped anything else. During and after the show, several things happened that would make it a day you would never forget. Several once-in-a-lifetime memories were made that day, and you still can't believe what happened.

First of all, you had an excellent spot, in the pit by the stage. It meant seeing your idols up close, and only a few songs in you were already coarse from all the screaming.

Second, Haechan spotted you in the crowd, and he couldn't take his eyes off you for the remainder of the performance. Every time he came on stage he looked for you, and he passed your section more than any other throughout the night. At one point, your presence even made him forget the lyrics. The crowd went wild; they loved his adorable mess-up, and Haechan was so cute the way he handled it by laughing it off. You could swear he gave you a naughty wink afterwards.

Third, the highlight – by far – was not the show itself though. It was what happened after.

A security guard approached you as the arena was clearing out, and for a moment your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Your instinct told you that you were in trouble for something, but you had no idea what.

The guard tried to calm you down but failed. He took you backstage, where your worry only intensified. But it was quickly replaced with a mix of shock, excitement and joy, when you were led into a small room where someone was waiting for you.

The room had a small couch in the center, a vending machine, and a desk with two computers against the far wall. It looked like a combination of a lounging area and make-shift office. Haechan was sitting on the couch, and he quickly jumped up and smiled when he saw you.

“Hi!” he exclaimed.

You were stunned. “Ehm, hi?” you eventually managed to say, and a sudden nervous feeling rushed over you. The security guard nodded to Haechan, then turned to you to ask if you were okay. You smiled back at him as confirmation, and he quickly left the room and closed the door behind him.

“What's going on?” you asked.

“I wanted to see you,” Haechan said. He quickly realized how odd the situation must be for you. ”I mean, I saw you in the crowd. You seemed so into the show. I wanted to, ehm, I wanted to… to thank you for coming, I guess? And to see if maybe you wanted a backstage tour, or something? Maybe I didn't think this through…”

A number of thoughts raced through your mind. When the initial shock had settled, you figured that the members offering private tours was perhaps a normal thing. But there was something about the way Haechan explained himself that made it all feel wrong.

And so, you composed yourself, and took a direct, honest and visibly skeptical approach, one Haechan probably didn't expect. “Do you usually bring girls to private rooms like this?”

Haechan was now the one who became nervous, as this was certainly not a normal occurrence at all. But instead of being apologetic and explain himself further, the words that came out of his mouth were those he was actually thinking:

“Only pretty ones.”

He immediately regretted the words. He knew he was crossing boundaries. But this statement was a turning point, an important moment that would define the direction of the rest of your evening.

You could have laughed it off, and simply accepted the tour he had offered. You could have questioned him further, and maybe taken offense by the way your idol objectified you so openly. Or you could have freaked out, acting like the fan girl that you were, overwhelmed by the fact that you were alone in a room with a man whose posters were plastered all over your walls.

Instead, you did exactly what a lot of girls would have wanted to do in your situation, but which very few would likely dare to do. Haechan's words had given you an opening, and you, too, said exactly what came to mind.

“I can be more than just pretty for you.”

Haechan let out a laugh, then his face turned dead serious when he realized you weren't laughing along with him. “Like what?” he asked, throwing the ball back in your court.

You took a step closer to the man. “You're still sweaty from the show,” you noted and smiled.

“Does that turn you off?” Haechan asked.

“No, it turns me on,” you said.

That's how quickly your relationship was established, and from here things escalated fast.

Making out starts here...

Now, Haechan was the one to take a step closer to you. He stared into your eyes, as if he was trying to read you. You did the same to him. To anyone watching from the outside, it was clear that something was going on between you. It had been obvious to both of you already during the performance, when your eyes constantly met and your heart was beating so fast. What you always suspected had now been confirmed; Haechan had been checking you out.

Now, in this room, the spark between you became real. And perhaps that's why you dared to take a big risk. When Haechan entered your personal space, you quickly leaned in and kissed him.

Haechan didn't even hesitate. He immediately kissed you back, and before you knew it you were making out, next to the couch in the middle of the room.

Haechan put his hands on your waist, and pushed your body back. He followed you passionately as you took multiple steps backwards, and never took his lips off yours. Soon you hit the closed door behind you with a bang. was security still around? Any staff walking past outside surely must have heard.

The desire you had always felt for the idol, and the one he had felt all evening, quickly took hold of you both. Pinned against the back of the door, you continued to make out with a sudden wild, untamed passion. Haechan's hands were on your waist and ass before you had a chance to react, and once you did react you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

What happened was insane, but that fact never crossed your mind in the moment. You had desired the man for years, and now he wanted you too. You were more than happy to just roll with it.

While you eagerly sucked and kissed each other's lips, Haechan let his hands explore your body. He briefly touched your breast, and a hand soon slid inside your shirt. You didn't stop him.

“Damn you're sexy,” Haechan moaned. “I swear though, I've never done this before.”

And it was the truth. Though you didn't know what to believe, Haechan was not he type of guy to bring random fans backstage to make out with them. He had spotted you, been unable to take his mind off you, and taken a chance by bringing you here. He had never expected that things would go in the direction they now did, and certainly not this fast.

And the fact that things continued was largely thanks to you. When Haechan started talking dirty to you, you immediately jumped onboard.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” you said. “You're so hot.”

When you said his name, Haechan pressed his body closer against yours. You spread your legs slightly, feeling his pelvis rub against yours. You wanted each other so bad, and all barriers had already been broken down.

“Oh, baby,” Haechan continued. ”I'm so sweaty because you're the one who's so hot. The way you moved your body in the audience. I didn't see anyone else, it was as if I was performing only for you. You made me so horny, you have no idea.”

“Ah, keep talking.”

“I had to sit down on stage because of you. You took my breath away, and made me so hard. I had to hide my boner. And damn, you're a bad girl aren't you, because you made me forget the lyrics.”

You held on tight around Haechan's neck, as he kept moaning into your mouth in between violent kisses. His hands on your waist inside your shirt felt warm and comforting, and were an incredible turn-on.

“Ahh, your body feels so good,” he continued. ”Mm, baby, are you really here? Is this really happening?”

“I'm here,” you said and smiled, while sticking your tongue out. The wet tips of your tongues met, and you began to play around in each other's mouths.

The way Haechan spoke to you was an insane turn-on too, and you wanted to encourage him further. “What do you want to do to me?” you asked.

“I wanna lick you. Daamn, I'm so fucking horny right now.”

Haechan's hand moved up your waist and found your breast under the shirt. He cubbed it over your bra, and he suddenly stopped sucking your tongue and buried his face in your neck. He quickly began to lick it, with long, wet strokes against your skin.

A shiver went down your spine when Haechan traced your neck. You held on tighter around him, and moved an arm down around his waist and back. When his body pressed hard against yours, you raised a leg and wrapped it around his thighs.

“Ahh, Hyuck, this feels amazing!” you said, and you could swear you felt the boner in his pants. ”Don't stop, please. Suck my neck, Hyuck. Mm, yeah, I'm so wet.”

“Fuck babe, so eager,” Haechan grinned by your ear. He raised his head and kissed your cheek. ”I don't even know your name.”

“Who's eager?” you asked and giggled, then turned to face him and quickly re-focused the dirty talk. “I'll be anything for you, remember? I'll be your slut if you want me to.”

Maybe that was going too far, but you felt no regrets. And to your relief, Haechan was onboard too.

“Ohh, yeah, my sexy slut,” he moaned into your mouth, while rubbing the full length of his body passionately against you. He started to rock his hips back and forth, pressing his boner harder and harder between your legs. ”You make me so fucking horny. I'm so glad I met you. You're such a hot slut and I love it. Do you always come back stage to have sex with the band?”

You laughed again, and suddenly pulled Haechan's head back by the hair. “Who said anything about sex?” you asked with a naughty grin.

“Oh, come on, you asked what I wanted to do to you. I don't believe you'd call yourself a slut if you weren't talking about sex.”

You looked him in the eye and smiled. “You're right, I wouldn't. It's any fan's dream to have sex with you, isn't it? Fuck, Hyuck, you make us all so weak. Who wouldn't want your cock inside them? I bet you're great with it too, aren't you?”

“Mm, damn girl, I like the way you talk. That's right, stroke my ego.”

“I know a lot of girls who would kill to see you naked.”

Haechan brushed his nose against your face, and bent in to lick the other side of your neck. “Is that what you want, huh? To see me naked? Maybe today is my lucky day.”

You tightened the grip of your leg around Haechan's thigh, squeezing his boner between your bodies.

“I want your cock inside me,” you whispered, then pulled his face back up and stuck your tongue in his mouth again.

Haechan was getting weak in his knees, but met your tongue with his. You loosened the grip of his hair and continued to make out, while he slammed his hips repeatedly against you.

When his boner kept poking at you at a steady pace, desire took a new hold of Haechan. He never responded to your last statement, but stuck his hand further up your shirt. He grabbed your neck, and the shirt slid so far up that your bra came out. He was all over you, and it felt incredible.

As he dry-humped you against the door, and your chest became increasingly bare, you eventually reached down to grab his shirt. You pulled at it, and you soon felt his bare back with the palm of your hand.

When your skin touched his, Haechan suddenly took a step back. Your leg slid down his thigh, as he took his shirt and rapidly pulled it over his head. His hair became messy, and he stared at you with his mouth half open, while you glanced down at his bare chest.

“Fuck,” you said with a serious expression. “I just realized that this is real. What are we doing?”

“Don't you want to?” Haechan asked, standing half-naked, horny and exposed in front of you.

“Of course I want to. This is a dream come true. A wonderful, sexy dream.”

Haechan seemed very pleased with your response, and he attacked you with his mouth, tongue and hands again. His hand went back far up your shirt, and his naked chest and stomach rubbed erotically up and down your body.

“Damn, you really are so hot and slutty,” Haechan said while massaging your breasts and poking you with his boner. ”Fuck you're sexy!”

The whole situation made you so incredibly horny. The feeling of his body, the unashamed words he spoke, the thrilling turn of events that had happened in the last fifteen minutes of your life. While he talked dirty to you, sucked your mouth and played around with his tongue inside you, and his bare chest pressed hard against yours, you reached down between you and found the belt of his pants.

You managed to get it open, and pulled it off him with a fast yank. When the belt was off, the pants immediately slid down his legs, and you felt the boner for real for the first time. A hard shaft rubbed against you through the thin fabric of Haechan's black underwear.

“Ahh, ahh,” Haechan began to pant in your ear. The rubbing of the shaft did things to him, wonderful things, and he stopped licking and kissing you altogether.

“Take it off,” he requested when he tugged your shirt, which was already up to your neck anyway. “I wanna feel your sexy body. Mm, I wanna feel all of it so bad, you're so fucking good babe.”

“Fan of the year award?” you asked in a playful tone.

“Fan of the year award,” Haechan confirmed and grinned.

With a smile on your face, you placed a hand on Haechan's chest and pushed him away from you. You let him watch as you pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside, then proceeded to pull your pants down for him. You let your panties come with them and they drop to the floor. Haechan was mesmerized, and drooled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, then looked you in the eyes. Then he quickly leaped forward, attacking you with his hands and lips once more.

Passionate is an understatement. When he pressed you hard against the door again, you kicked your pants off your feet and jumped. You spread your legs wide and wrapped them around Haechan's ass and thighs, as he explored your naked ass with his hands and pinned you to the door. His boner poked against you repeatedly.

“Mm, Haechan,” you moaned. “Fuck me, Haechan, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Sex starts here...

Haechan suddenly reached down with one hand and grabbed his underwear. He pulled them down forcefully, rapidly as to not drop you to the floor in the process. His hard cock was freed, but you never got a chance to see it. He quickly thrust it against you, and it got squeezed between your stomachs.

Haechan took a firm grip around your ass cheeks and you adjusted your legs around him. You spread them as wide as you could for him, and held on tight around his neck.

The cock quickly found it's way, when Haechan stuck his ass out to give the cock some space. He kept thrusting passionately against you, and the cock poked around until you felt the head slide inside you. You were so wet, and he was so hard, that the whole shaft came inside you with ease.

“Ohh,” you moaned as you felt the throbbing shaft go deeper.

“Such a naughty girl,” Haechan grinned. “I'll fuck you so hard. You're so bad, coming here and doing these things to me, you deserve to be punished.”

“Oh yeah, punish me Hyuck. Punish me with your big dick.”

Haechan's thrusting quickly turned rough and animalistic, and his moans in your ear were full of lust. He moved his ass fast back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you. You tightened your legs around his waist, and held on to his neck and shoulders for dear life. You tilted your head back, eyes closed, as he fucked you violently against the door.

“Ah, Haechan, I've been so bad!”

“Are you a bad girl?” Haechan asked.

“I'm a bad girl! Punish me, I deserve it. I'm your fucking slut! Oh yeah, fuck me Hyuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Haechan began to sweat again, your weight taking its toll on his arms. His thigh muscles worked hard, his grasp of your ass cheeks tightened, and his butt cheeks clenched each time he slammed his cock deep inside you.

You looked down and opened your mouth, and your lips met his again. You stuck your tongue out, and you began playing around in each other's mouths again, while breathing heavily into each other.

“Ah, Haechan,” you moaned loudly. “Hyuck, ah, ah, never, stop, Hyuck! Ah, ah, ah. Never. Stop. Fucking. Me!”

If there was a chance that anyone heard the bang when you first hit the door, there was no way no one heard you now. As Haechan kept fucking you violently, the door rattled and banged repeatedly each time your back and ass slammed against it. And your moans almost turned into screams, loud and with not a care in the world for who might pass by in the corridor on the other side.

The thought that anyone might hear you had never even crossed your mind. You were both in your own bubble, taken over by lust and sexual desire, and still surprised by how quickly things had gone this far.

You found it crazy and hard to believe that such a big star had taken an interest in you. And he found it hard to believe that he had not only managed to invite you backstage, but that you proved to be just as dirty and horny as he was. That he now got to have sex with you felt great to him. Neither of you would truly realize and appreciate the insane experience until several days after it had happened, as the bubble of incredible, spontaneous sex didn't leave much room to reflect.

The bubble burst, however, when someone suddenly tried to open the door from outside. It was pushed hard against you, and Haechan nearly lost his balance.

Surprised, he quickly let go of your ass and took a step back. His cock slid out of you. Your feet fell to the ground, and your heart sank when you realized that someone was in fact entering the room.

A strong fear quickly rushed through you. Haechan, who felt the same fear, faced the door like a deer caught in headlights. His first reaction was to cover his crotch with his hands.

Naked, in shock, and with his arms stretched and hands between his legs, he stared at the door when Johnny appeared behind it.

You were just as shocked, and your reaction was to immediately leap for your shirt on the floor and cover yourself as best you could. You quickly leaned against the wall behind the door, staring with fear at the figure peeking out behind it.

Johnny too looked surprised when he entered. It took him a second to register what he had walked in on. He glared at Haechan, who stood naked with his pants by his ankles, then quickly glanced at you. He looked back at Haechan, then he burst out laughing.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry!” he said, but he didn't move. His hand was still on the door handle, and he had a huge smile on his face.

“Fuck,” he repeated. “I should leave, shouldn't I? I'm sorry!”

With that, he quickly stepped out and closed the door behind him. Haechan immediately leaped forward and locked it.

“I should have done that from the start,” he said with a serious expression. He looked at you, and took his hand off his crotch. The dick between his legs was still rock hard.

“I'm sorry,” he said, suddenly afraid that he'd just lost you. You'd likely want to leave after what just happened.

But that was not the case. You had just seen Johnny, who was once your bias. It didn't matter that you were naked at the time. He had looked you in the eye, seen you, and spoken to you. You were incredibly excited about that, and it didn't matter that you'd just been caught in the act.

“Don't be sorry,” you said and let go of the shirt. “Can we keep going, or do you need to leave now?”

“I don't want to go anywhere. I want to lock myself in here forever. I'll never hear the end of this.”

Haechan looked like a helpless puppy, as he waddled over to the couch and kicked the pants off his feet. He sat down on the armrest, and suddenly seemed defeated.

“Hey, it happened,” you said and walked over to the man. You spread your legs and sat down on his thighs, looked down at him reassuringly and kissed his forehead. ”He saw, he left, there's nothing we can do about it now. And the door is locked now.”

Haechan raised his head, straightened his spine, placed his hands on your thighs, and smiled up at you.

“You're crazy, do you know that?” he said with a smirk.

“Not much crazier than you. You're the one who got me here.”

You smiled lovingly at him, then continued: “You know, I'm not really a slut. But being here released something in me. We've known each other for what, twenty minutes, not counting all that time you eyed me from the stage. And you've already seen me naked and been inside me.”

“Yeah, I know,” Haechan said. “This is crazy, isn't it. Wanna stop? I can still give you that tour.”

“And face Johnny, who has surely run off to tell the boys? Nah, I'd rather stay here and be your slut.”

Haechan laughed at the joke, which technically wasn't a joke at all. “Oh yeah?” he said, turning his naughty side back on. “And what would a slut like you do to me?”

You tilted back on top of him while he held on to your waist, then you reached behind your back and took off your bra, which until now had stayed on this whole time.

Completely naked on top of your new lover, you placed your hand on Haechan's chest and forcefully pushed him backwards onto the couch. You leaped down with him, and sat down on top of him.

“I can think of lots of things,” you said seductively, while you slowly started to roll your hips over his crotch, pleasuring his hard cock. Haechan grinned longingly at you, and let his hands move up your waist. When he touched your breasts you leaned forward, kissed the idol, and stuck your tongue inside his mouth again.

“Tonight I'm your slut, Hyuck, and you are mine, okay?”

“Okay,” Haechan moaned. “I'm your fucking crazy, dirty slut.”

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nattyontherun · 7 months

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thinking rather intensely about to collision,,,, but not quite to collision as it's written? see, if i really think seriously about the series, i played it really safe.

cue for ppl reading: maybe probably totally unhinged plotting and raving up ahead!

in a world where i thought about this at least two months earlier than right now, hearthfire would--rather than include an accidental time travel arc--be utterly set in the future. no timey whimey bullshit, no /shisui's just this same kid he used to be/. we'd have a shisui who has lived the last nearly two decades in hiding finally returning to konoha.

i wouldn't set this as far in the future if that happened. actually, i'd put it right after the divorce because i LOVE the drama and that's when everyone's relationships are shakiest--it's also a time when kakashi would have more security in his position to provide the most consequential changes to konoha including the ousting of the council--ehm. anyways. in that world, shisui walks right through the gates and secures himself that first meeting with kakashi and just--

and it would be poly kakashixsasukexshisui because i am me and the sheer concept of those three disparate individuals just pingponging into each other despite everything makes my widdle heart sing. just sasuke still not quite coming to grips with his trauma, dissociation and depression, kakashi trying his BEST with it but without that relationship security we have in hearthfire and shisui being SHISUI but older, way more jaded and guiltier too for fucking off out of sasukes life and the war despite being utterly blind to boot???? just rolling around on the floor, the sheer DRAMAAAAAAAA

i don't know if i'll ever put pen to paper, idea to mouth and work this out, but the story beats would be entirely different i think. the concept would just fly right off its hinges. i imagine it would be angstier--way more reckoning, more plot too because an older shisui would insist on involving himself in konoha politics in some way, whether thats taking sasuke out of the village or personally persecuting the council. sakura wouldn't play as much of a role, especially at the beginning because holy shit i would not touch those three with a ten foot pole in her shoes and i don't think she'd have wanted to be around kkss for at least a year after the separation anyways yk?

shisui would also stay blind longer. kakashi and, i think, sasuke wouldn't be as quick to trust him enough with eyeballs if he'd just been in hiding the entire time. i guess naruto and shisui would also get along better cos he'll have gained the time earned patience all uchiha slamdunk into after hitting the end of puberty. and just... yeah idk where i'm going with this i just wanted to scream into the void about the sheer concept of this fjwhsjshshhshsh something about an older shisui moving on from his traitorous dead childhood sweetheart itachi to his old captain and baby brother is so fucking hilarious and knowing me, angsty and i want it on a silver platter...

if only i didn't have to cook it my damn self😭😭😭

#fanfic #hearthfire verse #don't mind me just rambling #about plot #while screeching at myself through the void #gimme the patience and violent lack of shame needed #to WRITE this #i'd estimate a wc of like 70k+ with thisfic concept actually #and that's probably lowballing #no that's definitely lowballing #look i just want my blorbos to kiss each other #can't god grant me the ability to wish a fic into existence?#shisui uchiha #sasuke uchiha #kakashi hatake

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watchingblsnowandforever · 1 year

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I was rewarded for my faith. Forget being disappointed, I LOVED every single second of today's episode. And I'm gonna take you for a swim to the deep end today, so get ready.

Ep. 1 1/4

From the very beginning, it's clear that there is a role reversal. (Loved the cute little doll in Gun's room.)

The selection of the school president is a satire, as explained in this post. I think it's also a representation of those schools where the teachers choose the council (i speak from personal experience), but I don't know if that is practised in any Thai school. I liked it nonetheless.

What really got me was that they actually created an Alternate Universe and didn't simply make a reflection of the original world just with roles reversed.

Ep. 1 2/4

That's twice I've heard "I'm not like the mothers in those drama series" in a BL drama series, and I enjoyed the context both times. [tell me in the tags if you know what's the other series I'm talking about ;)]

Jokes aside, this is also a reality check. Gun's mother in the original universe is not only forgiving but helps them escape as well. Unfortunately, not everyone is that lucky. Most mothers would scold the hell out of their children (ehm.. also from personal experience; just different contexts)

In this universe, the conflict is similar but not the same. While that universe focused more on the long term conflict of not being able to win (or even participate) in Hot Wave, here it focuses on the more immediate problem of their club closing down. Which makes sense considering the original had more time to cover and now they only have two episodes.

Also noticed the subtle reference to The Gifted series (most probably cause I'm watching it).

Poor Gun whining about his well-laid plans to get laid (read that as cuddle I just wanted to make a pun) with Tinn going down the drain in one surprising swoop.

To no one's surprise, the Umbrella™ (whether held by Tiw or Por) is well-loved in any universe.

I also liked the small little additions to their first meeting :D

And I'm sure I wasn't the only person with a mile wide yim (smile) during Imagi-Tinn and Gun's conversations with Gun's mom.

If I thought Tinn's reaction was funny, well, Gun just secured the permanent place on the top of my list :D

Nong Chinzhilla. Need I say more?

Nice to see Por's lack of filter and exquisite fashion sense exists in every universe. "Don't mind us, we're just nosy..." <- this is a reference to the original universe; this scene:

And don't think I missed that little smile when Gun said to submit a love request when they were fighting for that pamphlet.

Ep. 1 3/4

"I didn't mean to kiss you." I was laughing so hard I had to pause the video, and mom looked at me weird like, 'she's finally lost that last little thread. It was about time.'

"I can ride this since I was born." And can't even wear the helmet.

Gun is flirty in every universe and Tinn is weak for it in every universe too.

Tinn's smile when Gun helps him with the helmet... you can not tell me he doesn't already like Gun at least a little bit.

[Unmute :D Do NOT repost; I'll do more than find you]

Winnie the Pooh being in love with Sound already; Tiw and Por flirting to the moon and back... what's new.

"I saw that." with that expression is by far one of my favourite SoundWin moments. Also one of the funniest.

SoundWin caught in the act of PDA: nah, we're just the best of frenemies :)

Gun when Tinn was hugging him: *dreamy look* all my dreams are coming true.

Ep. 1 4/4

Gun getting the perfect moment to confess and trying to do it:

Tinn: *snore*

I liked that dance played quite an important role in this. Also liked the reference To TiwPor in Prom Night: Live On Stage.

Tinn and Gun with matching hairbands >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[Do NOT repost; I'll do more than find you]

What really got to me though, is that by doing this, they are validating every single fanfiction and headcanon out there, which is very surprising and nice of them.

The characters are not entirely different, they are just placed in different environments which affects their personalities.

Both Gun and Tinn still have that edge of boldness, but it's more prominent in Tinn while laced with trepidation in Gun.

Tiw still has that soft witty humour, Por still lacks a filter and has great taste and they're still disgustingly cheesy.

Win and Sound still fight, but they still help and love each other.

I also want to say that Fourth and Gemini are amazing actors and have played Gun and Tinn in both universes flawlessly.

What I also liked is that they're both whipped in any universe lol.

All in all, I'm enjoying my ride through the Multiverse of Cuteness to the fullest :D

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Gods, i just wrote almost 1000 words of review 😭

My fingers are numb and due to all the other restrictions, ya'll will only get two videos and two pics tonight. If you want more, put in a request ;)

#flying in our skyy #our skyy 2 #our skyy x my school president #just me and bl #my school president the series #my school president #msp my love #my msp boys 🥹

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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years

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Burn The Witch 9 - Eye to Eye [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Late night visits can be unpleasant.

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Here’s something they didn’t tell you during your spy training;

The world’s deadliest assassin made a cute boyfriend.

For the last couple of days, he had been the perfect gentleman but aside from him dropping by the milkshake shop once, you could barely see him. The spy in you kept urging you to ask him where he was just in case it was an important information you could put on your latest report, but somehow you thought it would maybe be pushing him too much.

You looked over your shoulder to take a look at your surroundings and make sure you weren’t being followed by anyone, still holding the phone to your ear.

“You have nothing to worry about,” you assured Bucky, “I don’t mind, we can meet another time.”

“I’m really sorry darling.”

You tried to ignore the smile pulling at your lips at the term of endearment. “Bucky, I told you. I’m not going anywhere, we have all the time in the world. Well, all the time except for tonight.”

“It came up at the last minute.”

“Mm hm, you mentioned that,” you sat down on the bench, looking up at the tall building, “But I don’t know, it sounds a little like you have another date. A hot date.”

“I mean, if you’d call Sam a hot date—“

“Oh I’d definitely call Sam a hot date,” you taunted him, making him chuckle “Have you met him? He’s dreamy and I bet he wouldn’t change date plans at the last minute, just saying.”

“Hey, come on now.”

“But as it happens, I’m sort of already seeing this brooding guy who likes to be secretive, a lot.”

“I’m not brooding.”

“You frowned at a milkshake once, Bucky.”

“The milkshake had it coming,” he pointed out, “So, seeing huh? That’s what people call it nowadays?”

“What did you guys call it back in your day?”

“Going steady.”

“I like that term better I think,” you said, drumming your fingers on your knee before fixing your skirt, “All jokes aside I get it, really. Just promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I’ll try.” You could almost see his tentative smile and you narrowed your eyes.

“That doesn’t sound like a promise.”

“How about I visit you at the shop today?” he changed the topic, “Before we leave?”

You checked your wristwatch, “When?”

“In two hours?”

“Oh that works!” you said, “My shift starts in the afternoon, I’ll be there. And I will bug you until you promise me you’ll be safe, just warning you beforehand.”

“Can’t wait,” he said, “See you in two hours.”

“See you,” you hung up, then fixed your expression and raised your chin as you walked through the security. After swiping your card to get in the elevator, you swiped it once more to be able to push the button down to the headquarters.

After you walked out of the elevator, you had to go through the retinal scan to open the last door and stepped into the headquarters, the usual rush greeting you. People were either focused on their computers, or walking around with files or talking to one another. You looked around and slowly descended the stairs to hop on Chloe’s desk, taking her by surprise. She gasped, taking off her headphones.

“Hey, when did you get here?”

“Just now.”

“You look pretty formal.”

You looked down at your pencil skirt and white blouse, then your high heels. “Yeah I mean, I have to report to the General, I can’t just show up in that weird pin up uniform. I wouldn’t hear the end of it from others.”

“Right. Because every single agent here needs to be intimidated by you.”

“Not a necessity, but surely doesn’t hurt.” You wiggled your brows, “Is Keith around?”

“He’s on his way, asked me if I wanted coffee.”

You tilted your head, “Huh. He’s bringing you coffee?”

“Oh he’s just being nice,” she said, smiling at you brightly “Anyways, tell me everything. I haven’t seen you in days, how’s it going with Barnes?”

“Why, what have you heard?”

She scoffed, “Nothing you paranoid. Why, should I have heard something?”

“No,” you said in a haste, “Not at all, just curious.”

“So how’s it going with him?”

“It’s going fine,” you muttered, “We’re going steady.”

“What does that mean?”

You shifted your weight and crossed your legs, “We’re da—ehm,” you cleared your throat, the word feeling way too strange to even you, “Dating?”

She let out a squeal and you shushed her, looking around. “Chloe—“

“You’re actually dating! Like romantically. Dating dating.”

“As a cover, yes.”

“How was the kiss? Tell me everything about the kiss!”

“Chloe, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you remember that this is a fake relationship.”

She rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t make it less romantic.”

“Yes it does. It definitely does.”

“The kiss?” she insisted, “Did he do something….old timey?”

“During the kiss?” you felt the need to ask, “Chloe, people have been kissing each other for centuries, what exactly do you think was different in the 1940s?”

She opened her mouth to retort but then her eyes found something over your shoulder and someone placed a coffee cup in front of her. You turned your head to see Keith sipping his own coffee.

“Hey.”

“Hey back,” you greeted him, “Where’s my coffee?”

“There’s a coffee machine in the hallway.”

“But that’s not artisanal.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “You’re such a—”

“Y/N, he’s ready to see you.” General’s assistant approached you and you pushed yourself off the table.

“Wish me luck,” you said and followed her to General’s office. She motioned at you to go in and closed the door behind her when you did, leaving you alone with him.

General was looking out of the window with his hands in his pockets but turned around when you walked in.

“Shrike.”

“Hello General.”

“I went over your report last night,” he said, not beating around the bush, “Can we say that your relationship actually started then?”

“I think so, yes.”

“You think so,” he repeated and you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I’m sure, sir.”

“Your report did not exactly provide us with any information on him,” he stated, “Or his actions lately. What is he doing, where is he going….with Captain America?”

“General, we have to keep in mind that this is Bucky Barnes,” you said, “Me actually getting close to him will be much slower than any other target. He doesn’t trust anyone—“

“You got information from drug lords and mob bosses, Y/N. They’re not exactly the trusting type.”

“That’s right, but none of those had over 80 years of spy experience.”

“He wasn’t a spy, he was an assassin.”

“An alone assassin,” you insisted, “I don’t put this lightly, he trusts maybe….I don’t know, three people in the entire world. You trusted me with this mission, just let me do it my way. By the time—“ you tried to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth, “By the time we’re ready to bring him in, I will have earned his trust and bring you the information in the meantime.”

He clicked his tongue,

“He didn’t come upstairs with you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“When your date was over, this…second date. He didn’t come upstairs with you?”

Translation: Why didn’t you sleep with him?

“He’s old-fashioned,” you managed to say, “I decided any further step would affect the mission badly.”

He nodded slowly and took his seat while you shifted your weight from one foot to another.

“Some of your superiors and I decided it’d be better to have some changes in your team,” he said and you looked up.

“Keith and Chloe—“

“They will not be replaced, don’t worry,” he said, “We’re just making some additions, that’s all. You will be informed about them soon, you can leave.”

You tried to smile and walked out of the office to close the door behind you. Gritting your teeth, you made your way to Chloe and Keith who were joking around.

“Hey, how did it go?”

“About as expected.”

“He’s in a bad mood, he and my mother had this fight last night,” Chloe said, “Don’t take it personally.”

“Do you know who they’re adding into my team?” you asked and Keith raised his brows.

“They’re adding someone?”

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t heard,” Chloe said, “I’ll snoop around his files when I can. Let’s hope whoever they are, they’re nice.”

You scoffed as you grabbed Keith’s coffee to take a sip.

“You’re talking about a spy, Chloe,” you said, “None of us is ever nice.”

***

Needless to say, your bad mood was there to stay for the whole day. Even after getting to the milkshake shop, you still couldn’t shake off that discomfort.

You were doing the right thing. It was just a mission, you had done it numerous times and listening to your intuition had never failed you.

No matter what your superiors thought.

You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t even notice the wind bells by the door chiming. You were doodling on a napkin while chewing on the straw of your milkshake, ignoring the clutter of mason jars Tara was currently putting on the shelves.

“Hi beautiful.”

Your head shot up and your eyes caught the sight of Bucky standing across from you on the other side of the counter. A smile you couldn’t stop pulled at your lips without you having to force it and you let out a breath.

“Bucky!” you exclaimed and went under the counter to throw yourself into his arms. He wrapped his arm around your waist to lift you up, then brushed his lips against yours.

“It slipped my mind—“ you stopped yourself and shook your head as he put you down, “Hi.”

“Hi back.”

You stood on your tiptoes and pecked him on the lips again. Somehow, having him there made your day feel not as terrible as it had been so far, probably because your cover had a much simpler life.

That was it. No other reason.

“I’m pretty sure health regulations do not approve of this,” Tara’s voice pulled you apart and you let out a giggle.

“Sorry about that ma’am,” Bucky said and Tara grinned.

“Ma’am, huh?” she asked, “You, I like you. You have any friends who are as nice as you, lover boy?”

“I think they’d be too old for you,” he stated, making you raise your brows. Tara looked between you two.

“Is he a vampire?” she asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Still trying to figure that one out myself,” you said “Is it okay if I step outside for a moment?”

“You mean in this crowd?” Tara asked, motioning at the completely empty shop, “Knock yourself out.”

You tugged at Bucky’s hand to lead him out of the shop and he followed you without any protests.

“Sorry, I was going to lose my mind if I stayed there any longer.”

“Slow day?”

I wish.

“Just a bad day,” you murmured, leaning your back to the wall, “How about you? When are you leaving for this… highly dangerous mission of yours?”

“I never said it was highly dangerous,” he taunted you and you arched a brow.

“Right,” you said, “Then it’s just a little dangerous?”

“Just a little,” he nodded, “Yeah. A little maiming here and there—“

“Bucky!”

“I’m joking,” he said with a chuckle, “I promise you I’ll be safe and try to keep Sam safe. Happy?”

“Extremely, can’t you tell?” you deadpanned and scrunched up your nose, “Gosh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be all pushy, I just—”

“No no, you’re not,” he assured you, that familiar soft light appearing in his blue eyes again, “It’s the opposite actually.”

“The opposite?”

“It’s nice to…” He thought for a moment, “It’s nice to have someone who cares.”

The unsaid about me hung in the air and you felt it tugging at your heartstrings before you took a deep breath.

Focus on the mission.

“When are you leaving?”

“In a couple of minutes, I told Sam I’d meet him here.”

“Shoot, that soon huh?” you murmured, “Okay, can you maybe just… Um- I don’t—I don’t need to know where you’re going, but can you please text me something when you get there? Even if it’s just a letter or something. So that I can know you’re there.”

“We’ll probably get there in the middle of the night, is that okay?”

Middle of the night.

They were leaving the city.

You made a mental note to include it in your report and nodded fervently, “Yeah, totally!”

“So what will you be doing tonight?”

“Me?” you asked, “Oh nothing much, I was actually thinking I could meet some friends from soup kitchen. We were talking about it the other day, and it’s been almost two months since I moved here. I need to start making friends.”

“And will you be safe?”

You tilted your head, looking up at him mischievously, “If I say no, will you still go?” you taunted him, “I mean I might get mugged again. It’s a dangerous city.”

“Not funny, and I thought you said no more dark alleys.”

“But Bucky, that’s how we met!” you insisted, making him furrow his brows, “It was fate!”

“It was a prick with a gun.”

“You should really put more faith in the universe,” you said “It might surprise you one of these days. Who knows? You might even be happy.”

A soft light crossed his blue eyes and he reached out to push your hair behind your ear.

“Where on earth did you come from?” he breathed out as if he was hypnotized and you scrunched up your nose, trying to keep your head in the game.

“Oregon,” you grinned and closed your eyes as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss but as soon as he did, someone cleared their throat quite loudly. You pulled back and looked around his arm to see Sam who seemed like he would rather be anywhere but there.

“Barnes, release the poor girl.”

“Hi Sam!” you waved at him and he smiled slightly.

“Hi Y/N.” he said, “Staying away from wasps?”

You covered your face with your hands, “Gosh, I never should’ve told you that.”

“What wasps?” Bucky looked between you too and you shook your head.

“Long story,” you said, “You two will be okay?”

Bucky took the duffel bag from Sam, “Yeah, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Your jaw dropped, a gasp escaping from you and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you kidding me dude?”

“Why would you say something like that?!”

“What?”

“Haven’t you seen any movies?” you asked, “You never say that, ever!”

“What did I say?”

Sam threw his head back, “I’m two seconds away from going on this mission by myself.”

“What did I say?” Bucky asked again and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Stay here, both of you.” You pointed at them, then rushed into the shop to grab two plastic cups. You filled them with chocolate milkshake, then put the lids on, placed a straw in each and went outside again.

“Here, for the road.”

Sam grinned as he took his cup “I like her better than I like you, Buck.”

“Don’t call me—“ Bucky stopped himself and took his cup from you, “Thanks darling.”

“No problem,” you said, “Be careful, will you?”

“Sure thing,” he pressed a kiss on top of your head and shouldered the duffel bag, “Let’s go.”

“See you Y/N!”

“See you!” you said and leaned back to the wall as they walked away from you. You nibbled on your lip, crossing your arms.

Out of the city.

Well, at least you knew what to put on your report the next time General requested it.

***

All things considered, the mission was going well.

Just a little too well.

You flipped your phone in your hand, checking the screen for what felt like a hundredth time before turning your gaze to the TV screen. The character let out a scream and started rushing upstairs as the axe killer burst through the front door, making you shake your head.

“Sure, just go and lock yourself in the bathroom, that’s gotta help….” You mumbled, “Who the fuck is writing these?”

You grabbed your phone again to check the screen once more, then shook your head at yourself, tossing it on the couch.

“Don’t be Marco….” You muttered, “Don’t be fucking Marco, Marco ended up dead.”

“Who are you talking to?”

You jumped out of your skin and grabbed the fruit knife lying on the plate beside you to throw it at the figure but he was way too trained for it. He ducked as you jumped on your feet, then pressed a hand on your chest.

“Keith what the fuck?!”

“You got the phone number of that Chinese place around the corner?” he asked as he picked the knife off the floor to put it on the table “I can’t remember the name and I’m craving noodles.”

“How long have you been here—how the fuck did you get inside?”

“Window. Do you want noodles?”

“I could’ve killed you!”

“Oh get over yourself. Noodles?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Yeah I could eat,” you said and found the number on your phone before tossing the phone to him, “There.”

“Thanks,” he said and took the phone to his ear, then ordered you noodles while you tried to calm down and sat down on the couch. He came to sit beside you.

“Your flowers look dead,” he pointed at the bouquet Bucky had given you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I like them dead.”

“Okay, Morticia Addams,” he murmured, “What are we watching?”

“Scream.”

“Great, classic.” He put his feet up on the coffee table and you slipped a little on the couch.

“Keith?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever wonder what got into Marco to put his life in danger?”

“Well poor bastard was in love,” he said, “Love makes you do stupid shit. Why?”

“But he was a trained agent, we’re not supposed to fall in love.”

“Maybe the target was too good in bed,” he wiggled his brows, “Don’t underestimate how good sex can make you feel like you’re in love.”

“That ever happened to you?”

“You know the true owner of my heart,” he joked and you narrowed your eyes.

“Funny you should mention that because—“ you started but then the doorbell rang. You frowned.

“Their service can’t be that fast, can it?”

“It’s literally right around the corner,” Keith said as you grabbed your gun to tuck it into the waist of your shorts and covered it with your shirt.

“Easy terminator, don’t forget to tip the delivery.”

“I’m an assassin, not a savage,” you said and walked to the door, snatching your wallet off the coffee table. You opened the door but as soon as you recognized the figure standing on your doorstep, you dropped the wallet and pulled your gun to point it at him.

“Hi Julian.”

He had the audacity to smile as he eyed the gun in your hand, then clicked his tongue.

“Hi Y/N,” he said, “Do you greet all your ex boyfriends like this, or am I just special?”

Chapter 10

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes x you

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arcane-temp-fandomblog · 2 years

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arcane 4-5-6

oh wow, this was such an interesting development for most characters. I actually thought Jayce would end the whole series as naive dreamer fallen into establishment lapdog but apparently that's act 2, so what's next. Also he believes so much in the Piltover system, that once nearly banished him, I wonder if the 3rd act is the realisation part that the system is not good and that every single person on the council only has their own interests in mind. Yes, even Heimerdinger.

Viktor at least understands that there is a divide between person coming from topside and underground, and how corrupt the system in Piltover is. Vi also understands that and it's the only point of contention between her and Caitlyn, fitted neatly between the pretty obvious flirting. I'm not sure if it's intentional but damn, Heimerdinger is the pinnacle of good intentions but lets keep status quo of the system. He's against hextech because of it's possibility of becoming corrupted in the wrong hands but idk. for the whole series I've only seen people being corrupted by other people brought forth by inequality of Piltover system. And imo. this is the similarity between Jayce and Heimerdinger - they believe more in what Piltover symbolises than seeing it for what it actually is.

Viktor did not change which is nice, I guess he's frustrated because he has nothing to show for years of work. In episode 3 he says "scientists seek discoveries to make the world a better place". Well, about that... hextech has not improved lives for the undercity at all yet, all it did is to make the council richer. So while he has inventions to his name, not even one has been utilised in the form he wanted that is: not even one has made a world a better place. And now the time is running out. Heimerdinger is such a great counterpoint to him, overlooking the Piltover from ivory tower. Like is this intentional or not that Heimerdinger talks about what Piltover stands for since 'it's the city of enlightenment' - so from the start of the series we have seen what that enlightenment means away from what he sees: 1) Vi and Powder had their parents shot in front of them 2) Enforcers hunting down children 3) Removing students that conduct inquiries into banned subjects 4) Allowing enforcers and criminals to flourish by conspiring together, ehm, true day of progress 5) Children getting life-long diseases due to Piltover pollution of lower levels like Viktor 6) allowing people to be incarcerated without trial like Vi 7) Backroom deals of the council and adjusting security measures to fit commerce of the rich Like idk. doesn't seem like the city of Progress. And the whole speech of "oh I remember like it was yesterday when I met you in this place Viktor, you know this place we're looking at, where children from the undercity play in polluted water that drips down from Piltover." So if I had to predict anything for next episodes: Jayce did the whole 'protect the city by closing the bridges with the undercity' to prevent damage and crime, even thou Piltover is full of crime - no need to import it from undercity. But I don't think he thought through it really well, since he has very little consciousness of how topside/undercity work and that undercity is more than a concept and source of all ills : a) when Viktor says he'll visit a friend, which he does - his friend would be from the undercity b) if Caitlyn is investigating shimmer, she would venture into the undercity And now he kind of trapped them on the other side of the Piltover enforcer fence, it seems? lol. Especially Caitlyn which Markus is looking for. Road to hell is paved with good intentions et. al. I'm not sure how is he going to explain this to either of them.

#arcane jayce #heimerdinger #arcane caitlyn #arcane viktor #arcane

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aspiring-ginger · 4 years

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Sweet Wine (Jaskier x Reader)

Request: Hey! I love The Witcher too!! Could you write another Jaskier fic? I just finished the series last night and I was SO EMO for Jaskier in ep 6 😭 Could you do Jaskier x Female Reader where the reader gets really sick of hearing people make fun of his singing, so she very drunkenly and loudly defends him in the middle of a crowded tavern, also accidentally admitting her raging crush on him in front of everyone?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1,769

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader (The Witcher)

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope this is what you had in mind, anon! There’s never too many Jaskier fics 💜

Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

Taglist: @thunderdog8 , @dreaming-about-starfleet , @dandelionwitcher

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It was nights like these that, although some might not like to admit it (ehm, Geralt), were everyone’s favorites. Starting out with (Y/n) and Jaskier pestering the Witcher to stop at an inn for the night instead of camping and Geralt reluctantly agreeing, also biting back a smile at their antics, which lead to the joyful singing from the rest of the party as they traveled. Jaskier’s cheerful voice mixing with yours.

(Y/n) would be left in charge of steering Jaskier’s horse while he sat behind her, back to back, with lute in hand. Which, eventually, would always lead to him falling off. (Y/n)’s side splitting open in laughter, while Geralt allowed himself to laugh as well. Jaskier’s sore bottom was nothing compared to the sound of his dear friends’ laughter.

Lunch would pass rather quickly- Jaskier spending the whole time fantasizing about what ‘delicacies’ they would be eating for dinner and what the signature brews of the next establishment might be. As always, Geralt would grumble something about ‘booze is booze’ and he was going to drink whatever they had, and (Y/n) would laugh and lament the sweet dessert wines she craved, yet those were usually only found at banquets and parties. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for Geralt, they wouldn’t be going to any of those in the foreseeable future.

Once in town the three would slip into their familiar routine of attending to whatever matters each might have. Geralt went looking for contracts, (Y/n) looking for herbs, and Jaskier securing their rooms. They would all return in just in time for supper and Jaskier’s performances.

Tonight was just like every other night like it had been, except there were a few exceptions. This tavern was particularly crowded and rowdy. Geralt and (Y/n) shared worried glances over their stew as this could mean trouble for their bard, but he seemed to have it under control. This quickly slipped from their minds anyway- the tavern offered one of (Y/n)’s favorite sweet wines. Geralt was now babysitting two overgrown children.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) couldn’t hold her liquor, not at all. In fact, she could give Geralt a run for his money on most days. If it weren’t for his mutations, she would probably have him beat. But that was most days, where all they drank was the local piss. This was something she enjoyed drinking, and when something tastes that good- it’s easy to forget just how many glasses you’ve consumed. So she sat at their table, merrily clapping and slurring along to Jaskier’s tunes. The rest of the patrons seemed to be in a good mood, so all was going well.

Glancing down (Y/n) realized her mug was empty and stood up, rather abruptly and nearly spilling the rest of Geralt’s stew, to get another. It was only her second and they had plenty of coin, although Geralt’s count was at five. He rolled his eyes and let her stumble to the bar, smiling into his own ale. It wasn’t often his companions got to enjoy themselves like this. Plus, his warnings of slowing down fell on deaf ears, so it wasn’t his fault if she had a major hangover the next day.

(Y/n) waited patiently for her drink, tapping one foot to the beat as she watched her favorite bard. She found it hard not to, as he was so very distracting. His voice rang throughout the whole tavern, and he kept dancing in and out of her vision. Heads turned in his direction as he spun this way and that. She sighed and rested her cheek in her hand. (Y/n) swore he looked ethereal. The gentle flickering of firelight glinted off of his newly washed hair, the small bit in the front bobbing up and down as he moved. His bright blue eyes sparkled, full of energy and life, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. And gods, when he smiled, he took her breath away. The whole world seemed to melt away as she locked eyes with Jaskier, his smile growing wider and a wink was thrown her way. (Y/n)’s heart skipped a beat.

She was broken out of her stupor when a fresh mug slid her way and splashed her sleeve. She greedily took another drink not wanting to seem like she was staring too long. A satisfied hum escaped her lips as she put her wine back down, when something caught her attention. There was laughter off to her left, sounding much harsher than it should have. Listening in, she picked out what seemed like three men, all jeering at and mocking the bard. It immediately irked her, how could they not see that the embodiment of perfection itself was currently performing for them, putting his heart into every single note and phrase? (Y/n) glanced back over to Geralt, looking to see what his expression could tell. Though he said otherwise, she sometimes caught him quietly humming or tapping along to Jaskier’s songs. Geralt did not look this way. He was not enjoying himself in the slightest, his eyes formed into a hard glare and he looked bored. So very bored. (Y/n)’s head whipped back to the left as she heard the cruel laughter again, the men now beginning to heckle the poor bard.

Jaskier finished his song. He gave a dramatic bow as the tavern cheered and clapped, but the rowdy table of men began to boo and toss chunks of bread in his direction. There was no way (Y/n) would let them talk shit about her bard.

“Oi!” She shouted, her stool clattering to the floor as she stood. “You better watch your fucking mouths, you dimwits!”

Jaskier’s smile faltered and he looked to (Y/n) with wide eyes. Geralt clenched his jaw and prepared for the worst. Somehow, their nights drinking always ended in a bar fight. One of the men stood up, his beady eyes narrowing at (Y/n).

“Oh yeah? You sure got some mouth on you then, sweetheart. What you gonna do about it, eh? Stupid woman you are.” His buddies joined in on his laughter.

Her nostrils flared, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Do you even know who you’re listening to? Who you should be sodding grateful you could even hear his music? This is Jaskier, the world famous bard. Also known as Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount of fucking Lettenhove.” She pounded her fist on the bar and nearby drinks sloshed at the impact. “He graduated from Oxenfurt Academy with honors. He travels with a witcher, fucking Geralt of Rivia. Ever heard of them? Oh well of course not. How could a small town idiot know anything of celebrities and lords when he spends all his time fucking sheep in piles of shit?”

“What the fuck you know about our town, bitch?! You obviously don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. It’s clear your bard here prefers the company of men, so you need real men like us to show you how it's done, you filthy whore!” He spat.

“So fucking what if he likes men or women? He’s great in bed! Everyone knows that and everyone wants to bed him! Hell, I want to bed him! His perfect chocolate hair and blue eyes and amazing voice and...argh!” She grabbed her mug and threw it at the man. She stumbled slightly but her aim proved true, splashing sticky her sticky wine all over the beady eyed man. “He’s the best fucking musician I’ve ever heard! Nobody gives him the credit he deserves!”

Geralt shot up from his seat and leapt at the man, who roared in anger and was about to attack. Jaskier stared in shock at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“(Y/n)!” Geralt yelled, “That’s enough! Jaskier, get her upstairs!” He began wrestling with the man, Geralt easily had the upper hand due to his greater size and sobriety.

“No! Nobody is appreciating Jaskier like they should!” (Y/n) slurred. Jaskier slung his lute on his back and rushed over to her.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, dear. I think they all get the message now. You’ve made it very clear how good of a performer you think I am, it’s alright. Let’s get you upstairs, shall we? I think you’ve had far too much to drink.” He attempted to calm her, struggling to lead her back in the direction of the stairs. (Y/n) thrashed and stumbled against him in protest. “Shh sh sh sh shhhhh, (Y/n). It’s alright. C’mon.” He grunted as he slung her arm around his back to support her weight.

Geralt was busy dragging the unsavory man outside as the rest of the tavern was no longer silent. Cheers were heard for both the witcher and the drunk, though it was clear who was winning. (Y/n) stumbled up the stairs with Jaskier’s help. They stopped a couple times as she began to veer off to the right, straight into the wall and Jaskier needed to tug her back for balance.

After some struggle the two finally made it all the way up the stairs and into one of their rooms. Jaskier led (Y/n) over to the bed and tried to gently place her down, instead throwing her against it rather ungracefully. He rubbed his shoulder and sighed, bending down to begin to unlace her boots.

“Ya know...I meant everything I said down there.” She began, eyes already heavy, “I’m sorry that I ruined your show…”

Jaskier laughed in response. “It’s alright….We’ll...We’ll talk about this in the morning, okay? I think we need to have a conversation when we both have our wits about us, hm?” He fetched a mug of water and placed it on the table beside her bed.

“You won’t leave me, will you?”

“Of course not, (Y/n). I’ll stay.”

“Mmmm...okay.” She snuggled into the pillows, her speech almost incomprehensible. “I love you, you silly bard.”

Jaskier pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down with a sigh, unable to hide his grin.

“And I, you. Now get some sleep. We can talk about this when you wake up.”

Whatever it is she said next, he couldn’t make it out, it sounded more like a groan than actual speech.

“And I, you...” He settled into the chair, removing his doublet and draping it around himself like a blanket. The smile remained on his face as he drifted off to sleep.

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astranne · 4 years

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The adventures of Diana Thorsdottir-Danvers -An AU

Another idea. But this is an AU to a twoshot I wrote some time ago on Wattpad. It’s in german, but I summon it for you.

After Infinity War, Thor’s depressed and Carol helps him out. They both go to space, Brunhilde becomes the queen of New Asgard. Long story short, Thor and Carol come together, fight against Kree, have a child and because the universe is screwed up thanks to Thanos, she becomes pregnant, makes some timetravel without knowing it and gives birth to a girl. Diana Thorsdottir-Danvers. She has the same powers like her parents, but because she’s half asgardian, her powers of her mother are even stronger than Carols. Anyway. Diana is a sweet girl, grows up faster because of Thanos and her being an asgardian. So she’s in her late teenage ages, when her parents fight against Thanos and she suddendly disapears. In my story on Wattpad, she lands on Olympus, meets all the gods and after some drama and all, she comes together with Apollo. Her parents find her again, meet the gods, Thor and Zeus try to kil each other, Carol steps in and yeah. Diana becomes then the wife of Apollo and such.

Now. In this AU, everything happens the same, but when she disapears, she lands in the DC universe. She knows, it’s not her earth, bc of her smart suit (she has one like her mom (her colors are blue, red and silver, basically the same like Carol)) and she sees some heroes and villians, she’s pretty sure they are not on her earth.

So, what to do now? She has no way to go home and has not the nerve to interact with this arrogant heroes, so she starts to write. (Yeah I know,she shoud be start searching a way hime, but she’s immortal, she has plenty of time) About Captain America, then her mother, and then the first appearance of the Avengers. She writes about the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., about Ultron, about Thanos. It takes something like one/two years until she wrote down the history (of the Avengers and all the other heroes) from her earth and then goes to a publishing company, who are mindblown. She wrote... wait a moment, I need to research all the movies and series- 35?40? books (movies with series, the whole mcu basically until infinity war) about a whole new universe, with whole new heroes.

So, they start to publish the books and make three phases, like the MCU. While people read her books, she writes the final, endgame. And she calls it; Avengers Endgame, The End Of The Infinity Saga.

People absolutly love her books, they are so realistic, even the heroes, they have mistakes and are just human, all the details match perfect with fantasy and what happend real. They absolutly love the different groups of heroes and also like it, that most of them don’t care about this ‘no killing’ rule. Because Diana was bored, she drawed the covers herself, the first movies (captain america 1, iron man 1, thor 1, black panther 1, spider-man 1, hulk, agents of shield first season, avengers 1 etc.) show the the upper body of the hero, without face. The sequels show more of the place where the book takes plase, Infinity War shows Thanos with the Infinity Stones and Endgame all the heroes against Thanos. In the books themself, she placed some doodles, while the characters do casual things or are in a fighting pose... and yeah.

Not even a year after the first release, Diana Danvers is famous and some filmproducer approach her, wanting to make movies. And there are only the books until the second phase released. Many fanarticles show up and Diana creates the firma MARVEL (breaking the fourth wall, heh) and makes millions in seconds. But she doesn’t really want’s this money, spends as much as she can and just uses the money she truly needs for herself and the company. People love her even more. And some hate her, but she doesn’t care.

She begins to write side stories, who still happen while the Infinity Saga, but are not that important. Now, she knew about the important things, since her mother is a part of S.H.I.E.L.D. and her father is important too. But what happend truly to Black Widow and Hawkeye? What did Captain America do, after S.H.I.E.L.D. has fallen? What did Thor do after New York? What happend to Loki, when he met Thanos? (Her fans absolutly love Loki and he becomes one of the most liked characters, after she writes, that he has been mind controlled)

Her fandom becomes bigger than the one of Percy Jackson, she’s close to Harry Potter. She broke some records and won many awards and after everything until Infinity War has been released, she was the most famous author of the world. (unrealistic, but do I care? nah not really) She solds more books than J.K. Rowling and even more await Endgame. When she announces, that the first movie is coming up (captain america), they loose their absolute shit. Because this is going to be fucking awesome. Diana herself writes the script, leads the casting and directs the movies.

Now you certainly ask, but what about her home? Well, Diana clearly misses her parents, but that’s it. She doesn’t really have any friends, her whole life she fought with her parents against the Kree and other bad people, who tried to control other ones. She made her peace, that she’s now on another earth.

Anyway. She’s something like 23 years old, in the middle of writing Endgame, when she’s kidnapped by the Riddler. He asks her some riddels, admits he’s a great fan, while she just rolls her eyes.

“Look, I’m in the middle of writing Endgame and I need every minute-” Riddler starts to apologize and releases her, asks for an autogram, while the whole world watched. Diana didn’t even need a hero, she just hugged the Riddler, told him he had some good Riddles, can she also tell one?

“What happend in Budapest?” The big fan Riddle is, naturally understands and thinks hard, until his eyes widden.

“Are you writing it in Endgame? Or did you drop any hints and we don’t see the whole picture...” Riddle thinks hard and Diana just walks away.

The next time she’s kidnapped, it’s Joker. He’s much more serious about this whole thing and won’t release her so easily. Naturally the whole world watches again and can see, how she tells him to fuck off, because she has a time limit and she still needs some drawings. Joker snarls and slaps her, she just stares at him with blank eyes and spits in his face. He gaspes offended, grabs her hair and wants to yank her head back, but Diana headbutts him, stomps on his foot and slams her whole body against him. He definitly didn’t see that coming. Before anything more can happen, glass shatters and Batman comes to help. Or so he thinks. Because Diana keeps a groaning Joker on the ground, stares at him hatefully, hisses some cruses about him and how she needs to work. Batman just blinks, sighs and shuts the camera off. He helps her, knocks Joker unconscious. Diana thanks him and walks off.

“If you would just kill him, then he wouldn’t cause such problems.” Batman blinks again, but the woman is already away.

Her fans love her for kicking villain ass, being so sarcastic, almost cynical. Some villians try to kidnap her, but she becomes angrier every time. Because damn fucking gods, she’s trying to work, her book is going to be released in a month, the movie is in the middle of shooting and she doesn’t has the time for this shit. Her videos go viral, kicking male villians in the groin. Female villians don’t even try it, because first, they love her books and they would never hurt her. And second, they don’t want their ass kicked.

After she’s caught in the middle of a gang war in Gotham (she’s there for some meeting) her partners/workers/assistants have enough. They force her to hire a bodyguard, because- No, Miss Danvers. You can’t march against the villains by yourself, you are still a civillian, let the heroes to their work.

Because I love Jason Todd and he’s known as a bookworm, he becomes her bodyguard. He’s the head of security of Wayne Enterprises and Bruce rather likes the girl, he talked with her at a Gala and he wants her protected. Even if she doesn’t has black hair. But still does have blue eyes...

Anyway. Jason becomes her bodyguard and because she’s such an attraction for danger, he’s around her 24/7. They become close, he watches her work, while he ‘protects’ her and yeah. Some real cliché story about a rich girl, who falls in love with her bodyguard. ehm... I don’t care.

So, Endgame is released and is the most selled book from Diana. Her doodles became drawings, they are much more detailed and some even with colour. The fans finally know, how Diana sees her heroes and notice, they look like many known actors.

“Well, some have to play my charakters, no? I saw their work, I have a good eye for these things.” Totally a thing Diana would do, cast actors for movies who are planned in the next few years. Not even asking them, because she knows, that they will do it. And then she announces, she’s going to be Captain Marvel, because Carol Danvers was inspired by her mother and she wants to honour her. The world loves it. The creator of this legendary books playing one of the most powerful charakters.

Meanwhile, Jason became her assisstant/right hand and is still her bodyguard. He stops being Red Hood, because the Outlaws are just nothing and he had now not the nerve working together with his family. One day, Diana suddendly speaks up.

“Why did you stop being Red Hood?” Jason jokes on his spite and looks at her shooked, but she just draws at her next cover. She finally writes about Budapest.

“What?”, he croakes out.

“I asked you, why did you stop being Red Hood?”

“How?” Diana just raises an eyebrow.

“It’s not that hard. I’m literally the creator of another group of heroes, where do you think I have my inspiration? And my father is a god, we have an eye for warriors.” Jason slowly progresses her words.

“A god? What the fu-”

“Yeah. Thor, the god of thunder.” At his wide eyes, she talks further.

“The asgardian with the hammer, you know-”

“You tell me, this whole thing you write is real? That Thor is your father and an Avenger?” Diana just smiles.

“And Carol is my mother... where do you really think I have my inspiration? I’m not some genius, I just wrote down the stories my parents told me.”

“So... there is another earth?”

“There are many earths... there is a multiverse. I’m just from a different universe.”

Jason definitly didn’t expect that. But is now even more interested in her stories. He’s the one, who tells her to become a hero. She becomes Tempestas, the partner of Red Hood.

And yeah... this it is.

If anyone wants to write about this, feel free! Just tag me, so I can read and reblog it :)

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musicmeisterandtheinbox · 4 years

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Somebody Sure As Hell Messed UP (Part 1)

((Hey everyone, sorry about the long absence until now. This is an RP event with @darcimasonusb @askthetoyman @asktheonearmedbandit with Dennis being caught up in this stupid divorce drama. ugh. Mondays, am I right? Thanks for reading! Hopefully, Dennis doesn’t die. you know how that goes.))

Tonight was a night per usual in Gotham City. A frosted air brewed in for Winter was just around the bend. Two peculiar young people rode along in a calmer part of the city thanks to a moped in the shape of an 8th note, for they had quite an adventure planned.

“You know what you’re doing, right?” Dennis muffled, covering his mouth with his lime green scarf.

“Yes, I’ve done this before!” Darci chuckled. Her blonde hair caught bits of frost as she analyzed the series of closed stores.

They stopped somewhere interesting and took a gander at the locks. “Just thought I’d ask cause-”

"Cause what?“

"Well, you’re so… normal. I don’t mean that in an insulting way either. It’s just, no powers, no backstory, you just showed up!”

"If that’s your definition of normal then it wouldn’t be normal, would it?“

“I guess it isn’t… huh?”

As he lurked through the sewers beneath the street, the cowboy tried to place himself in the near pitch-black environment. A right turn, a hair left, straight for a couple hundred feet. Don’t fall in the water; it takes too damn long to clean that stuff out. ‘Nother right, and up the access ladder. It should let right out to the back alley. The businesses connected to it ain’t that fancy, but they’re easy pickins. But which to choose?

Maybe that Lil’ liquor shop? Eh, done those too many times to count… That bakery’s already closed; no fun in that… oh, now ain’t that a beaut? A Lil’ ol’ diner! Maybe a little slow, but just enough people. Oh, now ain’t this gonna be a hoot? The cowboy cops a squat in the alley to wait for his proverbial “high noon.”

Dennis and Darci had a long look at the locks and realized, there’s just too many people around to do a good robbery. “Do you wanna just wait it out a bit?” Darci asked

“Yeah that sounds good” Dennis fixed his bright red hair a bit, “What do you wanna do in the meantime?” “Hm. I’m not particularly hungry but do you wanna grab something?”

Dennis crunched the numbers in his head, “I had some cantaloupe around 4… or was it honeydew? Either way, I could eat.” It was 10 PM.

“C'mon we can go down to that honky-tonk around the block, bet there’ll be something fun too.” And to the diner, they went. Dennis parked his stupid awful moped scooter near the entrance and both walked inside. Business there was slow but the atmosphere screamed the 1950’s. The checkboard floor, teal booth seats, and Crosley brand Jukebox were all dead ringers for this notion. A woman in around her mid 30’s called out to the two “Sit where ya like and staff will get right to ya!” And so, they did. A booth somewhere near the jukebox and a hall leading into the restrooms.

Reuben watched the customers coming in and out of the building. That music note scooter immediately drew his eye. He shifted over to get a better look as the riders dismounted. Dennis Prowell: “the Music Meister.”

“This really will be interestin’!” The second one, a woman, was partially obscured. Before he could get a better look, they had both moseyed in. A waitress came up to their table with two menus. “Hi! My name’s Jannette, I’ll give ya a minute, but first just wanna let you know that the soup for tonight is Chowda.” They thanked her in an awkward unison and flipped through the selection as she walked off to help another group of guests.

“Soooo.” Darci started.

“Hm?”

“How’d you end up the way you are?”

Dennis looked up in a bit of confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Like, how’d you become a villain?”

“Oh! Like a tragic backstory! Right. Yeah, my powers are genetic.” She looked up.

“…that’s it?”

“Yeah, had some bullies, dealt with that.. then I just went out and did crime. It was a primal urge… like arson!” They continued to chat, unknowing of what lied ahead.

Now seemed like a good as time as any!

B L A M

A shot rings out, shattering the glass door. A boot busts the rest of the glass out. The cowboy steps in and tips his Stetson. “Alright folks. This is a stickup. Y'all know the drill! No quick movements. lay yer wallets and jewelry out on the table. Let’s make this short an’ sweet and no one’ll get hurt.” He sticks his six-shooter in the face of the waitress behind the counter. “And you. Empty the register into’ this sack.” He lowers his weapon and tosses her a bag, then poises for attack again.

Dennis whispered over to Darci “…Weird, but I got this.”

She knows he doesn’t got this.

Dennis got up and put his hands in the air, whistling to the tune of an old Western movie. …

Darci stood still, analyzing the scene, waiting for an apt time to act.

“Ah ah ah, don’t come another step closer, Mister. I’ve got you dead to rights. And what’s that tune? You deridin’ me?” Mocked the Bandit.

“…ohmygoditsnotworking.” He looked around in a panic. The people around him were frozen to his tune. Maybe I could? NO that’s a death wish you promised there’d be no body count. What if… Darci knew he’d be a dead man if she didn’t do something quick. Without thinking, she grabbed Dennis by the arm and started bolting down the hall to find an escape

“What in Sam Hill? Hey! Get back ‘ere! The both of ya!” He glanced around the diner at the spellbound customers. “DAMN IT!” He grabbed the sack and the register’s till and cautiously ran down the hall in pursuit.

They darted into the women’s bathroom and locked the door behind them.

Good news: The bandit can’t get in! Bad news: They can’t get out!

“Holy shit..” Dennis caught his breath, holding his scarf “Any clue who that is?!” Darci stared off into nothing, listening in on what the Bandit is doing outside. Dennis ruffled his fiery hair in an anxious scramble. “He wasn’t affected, he could be deaf.. but then he wouldn’t have heard…”

He slowed and held his hand over his holster. “I know y'all are back ‘ere!” He kicked the manager’s office door open. Not there. The storage room. Nope. He continued down the hall, spurs clicking against the linoleum.

Darci leaned in and listened to how he kicked the door open. That sound. The clang you get when you hit the wood with… no. That’s can’t be it. It’s… It’s exactly what it looks like. "Darci, over here,“ Dennis called her over pointing to a patriot hopper window.

Men’s room. No dice. Women’s? Locked. “Knock knock? Is this room occupied?” He blasted at the lock twice with the revolver. “Now, come on Mr. Prowell. I don’t wanna hurt you or yer lady friend.” He pushes the door open.

That plan didn’t go far. Dennis raised his hands up again. Darci stood her ground by holding Dennis’s waist and staring the Bandit down. “Oh great, he knows my name. Listen, … ‘cowboy’ you obviously got a lot to do. Loads of places to see, and I just want to say… You really have a…” Dennis went off on a slow and shaky tangent while the gun was pointed at him.

Taking a step into the room and looking at them both, the Bandit gasps and immediately staggers back. “Y-you, uh, y'all are lucky! I’m willing to, ehm, go easy on yah. Uhhh… Sorry, Ma'am.” He high tails it out the back door and silently down the manhole.

Dennis couldn’t exactly process what had gone on. “…What was that?” “Let’s get outta here.” Darci let go of him. “That’s.. that’s a good idea.” They stepped out and walked out of the hallway, everything was deafeningly silent, whoever was left there was packing up their belongings. When going out, Dennis gave a sheepish wave and Darci continued to scan the area. Both of them got onto the scooter and went back to going about the city. “…so uh. Where to next?” “Somewhere far away from there.”

WHAT!? YOU SAW HER? WHY DIDN’T YOU CAPTURE HER? “I’m sorry, boss! She had someone else with ‘er! That “Music Meister” feller. And I was right in the middle of a stick-up! I couldn'ta just picked her up. It’s kinda hard when you only got one arm!“ Fine. Get to the safehouse and wire me the funds you got. I can take care of this. “Good luck, boss…”

The ride felt endless. A horrific feeling welled inside both of them.

“I knew it, god damn it. I knew it..” Darci’s hair flowed in the wind.

“You mean the cowboy?” Dennis had a tired look in his eyes.

“Who else?” she lied through her teeth.

“That guy was kind of an odd-ball.”

“He’s got some scheme brewing. We need to just get out of here before he comes back with some new weapon.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I believe that this cowboy’s looking for trouble, it’s just this guy’s got one arm and came in with just a revolver. Guys like that can’t just miraculously get the funds from a mob boss without a damn good reason.”

Darci wanted to tell him the truth, but that would just add on another layer of unwanted confusion. So she just nodded in agreement.

“You know, Gotham isn’t as Dog eat Dog as it seems to be,” Dennis started. "It’s more like… Your connections prevent from getting lobotomized by a guy in a mask. You keep each other safe from a bigger present danger! If that makes sense… Just know I got your back if you need it.“ "Same here..” She replied, chilled by his example.

“Maybe we should try again?” Darci asked, “like go around to another store. Not around there though..” She pointed in the direction they’d left from. “The nights still young..” Dennis didn’t want to quarrel with the cowboy again, but God he itched for this to turn into a fun night. “I don’t see why not!” he turned right, the businesses there were all closed at that point. It’s as if the stars aligned once again!

Dennis pulled in near a clothing store. “Where do you want to start?” Darci asked. “Well, you gotta start with the locks right?” Dennis replied. “And what if there are security cameras?” “I’ll just do what I always do.” he shrugged. “Well aren’t you a broken record.”

Darci got off the scooter and examined the lock. She took out a bobby pin from her hair and started fiddling it inside. Click! She gave a thumbs-up as the door creaked open. They both walked inside, skulking around to see if anything was of interest or present danger. Dennis caught his eye on a necklace with a black quartz pendant. Selina would love that. So he stuffed it away into his pocket, humming a tune.

Meanwhile, Darci was grabbing a handful of chapsticks, shoving them into a white purse she grabbed nearby. “That’s-” “Chapsticks? Yes :)” Darci put on a funny sort of smile. “That’s a lot of chapsticks…Okay, it’s what your heart desires.” “My heart also desires… this!” she snatched a leather jacket from a clothing rack and promptly threw it over her shoulder.

Knock knock knock.

Their hearts dropped. Dennis pointed over to behind the cash register. The two hurried to crouch behind the counter. Darci signaled to stay quiet, trying to keep some level of composure. But her mind was racing. Maybe we should call the cops… No! Are you out of your mind, Darci?! The cops will just haul your shell to a junkyard and turn your code into Dopey-Doh in Arkham!

Knock knock knock.

Dennis murmured “H. How?” Darci collected the pieces together already, this was happening again! Why does he want to torment me?! “Let’s go out from the front..” They foxtrotted over to the entrance and creaked open the door. A quick and speedy escape was just around the corner!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

“Let’s get outta here..”

Darci hurried Dennis out the door.

Uneasy silence as they step through the door.

“T R I C K O R T R E A T !”

A heavily synthesized voice croaks. Laughter like something from a cheap Halloween decoration blast around them. A massive bowl sits in the middle of the street in front of the store.

They shook by the creature that stood in front of them like a hungry predator. “RUN!” the two scattered back inside for cover.

Two rubbery green arms explode out from the inside and pick the bowl up like a grotesque pair of legs. It scuttles onto the top of the building and begins knocking so rapidly, the building shakes on its foundation.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” Dennis shouted, shaking to the rhythm to the knocks. “I DON’T KNOW!” Darci yelled over the rumbling. The ceiling started to break apart. “JESUS, IT’S GONNA KILL US BEFORE WE GET OUTTA HERE!” “LIKE HELL I’LL GO TO HIM AGAIN!” Darci refused, but Dennis had already run outside in hopes to get hold of his getaway scooter. We gotta get outta here! “DENNIS YOU OAF!” Darci called out, trying to usher him back in.

The shaking stops. Another dreadful silence, occasionally broken by the drop ceiling panels falling from the commotion.

Dennis realized what this thing was after. It wants her. But why? “What are you doing?! Get back inside!” Darci called out again. “G E T. O U T.” Dennis mouthed to Darci. He stared at the creature, trying to decipher its next move. Dennis reached in his jacket pocket and started shuffling through…

The bowl sits atop the roof completely still. The arms appear to have receded back into the bowl and it has shut down for the time being.

Ah-ha! Now’s our chance! Dennis pulled out his keys and started up the scooter! “Darci. Let’s get outta here!” he shuddered in a whispery tone. “Please trust me on this.” She had to take this leap of faith. If the bowl didn’t catch her, the police surely would’ve. Darci darted outside, took the keys, and started up the scooter! Dennis joined her in a hurry.

As soon as the woman peeled out of the crumbling structure, the voice whined out again. “T A G, Y O U ’ R E I T ! H E H E H E H A H A H A H A H A ! ! !” The bowl hoisted itself back up and trotted towards them. With one more cackle, a third rubber arm bursts from the inside of the bowl and snatches at the pair. “G O T C H A !” The bowl pulls the extra appendage back inside before tearing out of the way like a bat out of hell.

As Darci attempted to drive to safety, Dennis felt his body pulled away from the scooter. He screamed. Darci looked back only to see that the worst possibility was now her reality! Her loved ones were being taken from her once again by him! But fear overcame Darci that night. She drove out of sight of the bowl and behind a few cars; peering over and regretting her choice already.

The hand grasped around its prisoners until the moment it got into the bowl. Almost immediately after, the sounds of machinery began to whirl and plastic sheeting was being pulled up around Dennis. A heating element crimps the ends and seals the whole box up tight.

Darci looked on in horror, hastily hiding away from its line of sight. “WhatdoIdoWhatdoIdoWhatdoIdoWhatdoIdo?” Her hands were shaking. “God! You can’t even protect your own friends! You’re! so! hopeless!” She reached for her phone in her left pocket. “Maybe I can- No! That’s an awful idea!” She tugged her hair. “I shouldn’t get people wrapped up in my business more than they already are! I don’t want to lose Edward either!” “Go out there and save him! You can’t keep living like this!” Tightening her hands into fists, Darci turned around to face the creature! … But. It had already fled.

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parkerjosiah · 4 years

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Somewhere in California…

There was a shabby looking white mail truck running its engine in park somewhere off a main road, in a semi-secluded, semi-suburban neighborhood. The neighborhood had palmtrees, a park, a couple roundabouts, a culdesac and trash on the ground. The logo on the side of the truck was hand painted, and slightly askew.

On one street corner stood a small cafe, it was a small locally owned cafe, but it had its busy hours. It’s front window was three paneled and a hand painted title was square in the center, “FIRTH.” The outer walls were painted a tasteless green color, and its awning was a nicer dark green, nearly a faded black. It also bore the cafe name, printed in smaller letters than on the window. Firth also had a back patio area called the “wilderness” where people came to enjoy their beverages in to-go cups before throwing them away in one of the wildernesses several trash cans. Sometimes they left their emptied iced coffee cups on the table for Emory to remove himself.

He picked up a few paper cups and brought them to the nearest trashcan. He wiped a table slowly with a rag from his apron, looking around, enjoying the overcast weather. He saw the mailtruck. He stood up and walked back inside, taking a ceramic brown cup and saucer with him, through the back entrance, through the kitchen to the dish station. He placed the cup and saucer in a pile of dishes soaking in the 3 piece sink. He put on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and washed several dishes with rapid motion. There was loud music playing from a portable speaker hanging on the wall and he could hear the cook cussing violently as he threw ingredients together, clanging fry pans and cracking eggs into boiling water. Pretty soon emory had all but finished a load of dishes, he pulled a glove back to check his watch and saw that it was already 4:59. He looked left, there was still a whole tray of filthy dishes waiting to be washed. It wasn’t too many for the cook to handle, he thought. As he popped his head into the kitchen, the cook was yelling at the poached eggs again, “Oh fuck you, you fucking fuck!” The eggwhite was helplessly stuck to the wet napkin the cook had used to soak up the water as the yolk broke over a piece of crumpled toast, soiling it indelibly. Emory spoke up. “I gotta clock out… There’s still some dishes left but it’s not that many.” “You’re leaving me now man? Fucking hell.” Exclaimed the cook. Emory said again, “I have clock out!” The cook, Alex was his name, just laughed in a raspy voice, “Hahaha! i’m fucking with you man, take it easy!”

Emory slunk away and took off his apron as he walked towards the back entrance, tossing it in a plastic mesh bag with other dirty aprons and rags. On his t-shirt underneath he had a big wet spot from where dish water had got him. He found his backpack in a small cramped cubby and had to yank it out. He unzipped the main pocket and took out a bent, slightly smaller than average envelope. All that was written on the envelope was this “ E. 538” He slid the envelope in his back pocket, put on his backpack one strap at a time and clocked out. He left through the wilderness, impulsively taking a cup from the table as he went and throwing it away in the can that sat just inside the gate leading to the sidewalk. The mailtruck hadn’t moved. He stopped to look at it for a moment before he left the outer gate of the back parlor. He started briskly south. He didn’t glance back but turned the first corner he could, colliding with a mailwoman in his hurry. Her mailbag fell to the pavement, emory barely staying on his feet, catching himself by the sleeve of the mailwomans light blue shirt and almost toppling them both. He stood up and apologized, then let go of the shirt, she made a face that was flat and wide, terse. The truck rounded the corner behind them. Inside he could make out two floating white faces in the darkness of the truck, as round as saucers.

The envelope was no longer in his back pocket. The mailwoman had reached down to collect her mail and emory got frantically to his hands and knees to find his letter. Emory couldn’t find the words explaining to the woman his predicament and instead let out a series of yelping “ehm ehm ehm!” ’s. The car stopped across the street and a strange body emerged like a tall narrow black cone, only the face exposed. It stepped out of the truck and approached Emory and the mailwoman. After checking what felt like every letter in the pile, Emory found his own at the bottom. He’d had to scrape his fingernails on the rough pavement to pick it up. He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched. It was the mailwoman, the strangely dressed cone-like man stopped several feet away as if by some unspoken law, and with tone as if punctuated by regular capitalization said… “Young Sir, I Don’t Want You To Be Upset But You Must Give Me That Letter, You Should Not Be Holding It In The First Place. It Is Not Yours!” The mailwoman was crouched down with Emory. She whispered to him “I’ll keep him occupied while you go ahead.” Then she looked up at the dark cone-shaped figure, who was now taking an object from somewhere in the folds of his cloak, it glinted in the gray afternoon light. As he did this he spoke again in the same strange tone. “My Associate And I Are The Authority On These Matters!” “Go!” She whispered tersely. Emory ran down the sidewalk. The mailwoman stood up asking “What association are you with exactly? My name is Alice. I-I…” she stumbled for a second, “…work for the US Postal Service.” She reached her hand out and the cone shaped figure recoiled, and then aimed the strange black device at center of Alice’s face. Emory stopped running, tongue wagging, at the end of the block, and turned to look back, making eye contact with Alice. In the same moment, the device go off with a dull pop and a strange looking dart stuck to the Alice’s temple without any blood. Emory noticed a second figure on the other side of the car, watching him. Alices eye twitched and she furrowed her brow, and inhaled sharply. She fell. He ran.

< (We see now the Strange Figures Associate watching Emory from afar through a telescope. When Emory rounds another corner, he closes the Telescope and looks at his Partner. Alice is on the ground, laying still, with a small black suction cup, which has a short rod protruding from the back and a black feathered tail at its end like the back of an arrow, stuck to the side of her face. She blinks but does not move.)

Emory is walking quickly down an unfamiliar street. He recognizes a nearby overpass. He passes someone in a shabby overcoat with their face nearly covered in bandages. All but one eye. He continues on until reaching an odd building on a run down block. The building is shaped like a windmill, only an imitation as if in a cartoon, with no hope of operation it sits a little slumped as if depressed by the sun. He walks around the side of the round structure, running his hand along the dry surface until he reaches a mail slot, above which are scribed the same numbers, in small black steel type, as had been written on his envelope. He pushes up the flap and slips the envelope inside. Then he walks to the back side of the windmill and goes up five wooden steps which lead to a small wooden platform raised a couple of feet off the ground, and looks through a peephole. Inside is a small woman sitting at a desk. The room is entirely dark except for light coming from a little diamond shaped window near the top of the windmill as well as an old dim lamp sitting on the womans desk, taking up too much space. >

After a minute or two of rifling through her paperwork, checking a detail here and making a note there, the woman noticed the letter with a start and went to pick it up, she seemed very old and slow, yet sturdy for her size (about the size of a child). She brought the letter to her desk and sat down. She opened the letter with a small pen knife. Her desk was very cluttered and there were torn empty envelopes scattered all over the floor, torn in the same couple of ways. She took the letter from within the envelope, it was on yellow lined paper. She unfolded it and began to read. As she read she made little muttering sounds as well as slurps and coughs, which gradually increased in frequency until her throat sounded quite coarse, at which point, about half way through reading, she stood up to get herself some water. On the other side of the room, just beyond the desk was a water cooler and getting up to reach it she brought with her a very plain looking yellow tin cup with a handle, like one might bring camping. The water cooler made a “glub” sound as she pulled down the little the red lever, dispensing steaming hot water, and making a tinny sound as the cup filled, gradually rising in pitch. When she had gotten her water and returned to her seat she began reading the rest of the letter, sipping her water now too. She remarked under her breath at certain moments and scrutinized others. When she was done, she put the letter down and stroked her mustache. Suddenly and without making very much sound, she began to cry. Emory watched this and squinted slightly. Did she know he was watching her through the peephole? She must’ve heard him coming up the stairs. Taking his head away from the peephole, Emory noticed that the sky had become a dull orange color. He slowly stepped down from the platform and looked around, sniffing at the air. In the small dirty lot there wasn’t much. An old tarp, an abandoned car. Under a tree he saw what looked to be a set of scuba gear that someone had left out for anyone to take. Blue plastic flippers and roughed black floatation devices. He thought of taking the objects home. Wearing the flippers inside, using the big black clips to secure the blocky life vest around his chest. The shadow of the tree made a crips outline along the cement. When he looked up the sun was in his eyes.

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AureliusAurelius, WTF this I just watch?

I saw Fantastic Beasts 2 yesterday and I gotta say I am very, very disappointed, which is the total opposite of my feelings towards the first movie. I'm gonna talk (a lot) about every character and the things that didn't work for me, so... BEWARE, SPOILERS AHEAD.

We're gonna start with Newt, given that he is (supposedly) the protagonist of the movies. I think he was okay, not great like in the first movie, but he didn't have a lot of room to do things and be himself, so okay is fine. He is basically a pawn under Dumbledore, but he gets so frustrated because he knows he wants to do want Dumbledore says, even though he shouldn't, that it's very funny and very relatable. I absolutely loved the first scene with his creatures, seeing him chasing after baby nifflers was very funny and held the promise of more fun coming (spoiler, the delivery was meh). I absolutely, absolutely loved the kelpie. It was so, so, so beautiful and amazing, but we'll talk more about the creatures later.

I was really astonished with the young actor they casted to play Young Newt because he was spot on. Truly. Standing ovation to the young man.

Even though I really liked Newt and his portrait, my question is (and is one I'm gonna be repeating very often, sadly), what was the point of Newt in the movie. What was he supposedly doing in Paris? I mean, what was the point of him going? Was he supposed to find Grindewald? Help Tina find Credence? Find Queenie? Because he did none of these things. The only thing he did was use the Niffler as a police dog - kudos to Cecil, (I don't know why I thought he was called Cecil, but apparently not. Well, I don't care is a cute name for a Niffler)-, lick the floor and have a very awkward and cute romantic moment with Tina at the worse time and place, but did whatever. Oh, and the innecesary family and love drama

Oh Jacob and Queeni, what did they do to you two? Where was the funny and charming man of the first movie? Where was the sweet, caring, sensitive and daring lady we all loved? I think JK dind't know what to do with these two, and she tried to create drama for the sake of drama, and it shows. Jacob recovered his memories because there weren't bad memories (I'm okay with that), but Queenie has enchanted him because they can't get married (Really? Queenie? It's so OOC it's not even funny. And if you're gonna do that, at least you could've make Queenie selfish and that she simply enchantes him while he remembers nothing, because she wants to be with him. I think it would have worked better with the Queenie plot twist). So, after they go to visit Newt who knows why, because supposely they want to go to Paris to get married, so it simply doesn't make sense that they go to see Newt, when a) Queenie knows he is gonna see through the enchantement (which he does), and b) he's gonna be against it and will try to lift it (which he also does). C'mon Queenie, you're smarter than that!

Long story short, they argue, Queenie runs to Paris to be with Tina without telling his sister (logic not found, cause everyone knows that Paris is a very small city and you can find whoever you wanna find in 10 minutes tops); and the work of Jacob is finished in this movie. Not, really. He doesn't do anything else except for a very funny moment with Flammel. There's even a moment at the Lestrange mausoleum when he disappears in thin air and reappears when the plot needs him... (He arrives way before the rest and does who knows what until the plot needs for all to go inside for the speech. C'mon.)

And Quennie of course can't find his sister in Paris (no shit Sherlock), gets overwhelmed, finds Grindewald's skull french lady (yes, I'm calling her that), meets Grindewald, has a moment of “OMG, OMG, OMG, you're really bad”, he tells her that “love is love, right?”, and she decides that “OMG, this is a very nice young man, not the maniac genocide that everyone says. I mean, in his speech he only says that muggles are less, but obviously he's gonna let me marry my muggle boyfriend.” Really? Really? It just doesn't work. No. Not with Queenie. It's like JK Rowling totally forgot about the character she created in the first movie. I want my sparkly and caring Queenie back dammit.

Leta, Theseus and the whatever fuck their story was supposed to be about. Once again, the big question, what was the point of Leta and Theseus in this movie? Why does the wizard community hate Leta so much? Since when does McGonagall a) exist at that time (I saw that Rowling deleted McGonagall's birth date from Pottermore because she fucked up), and b) run after a student? Seriously? Who was the writer of this movie again?

Going back to Leta. Yes, yes, she is beautiful, has amazing hair, awesome clothes, on flick eyebrows, is very sad and has the lamest fiancé in history. Were we supposed to care about the family drama? Really? Were we supposed to care about the calamari guy? Or this was just another way to show us that the Lestrange family is bad? I don't know. I think this plot would have worked better without the calamari guy (because he contributes 0) and if Corvus was really alive. But, whatever. And last, but not least, what was the point of sacrificing herself? For what? That she was depressed and that was the easiest way to kill herself? That's the only explanation I have. Once again, the drama for the drama. (See the “I love you” while she looks at the Scamander brothers)

And Theseus, aside from being bland as fuck, is a fucking awful auror. In the first movie the moto was that if you see Grindewald is a matter of national security and he has to be detained, but in this movie Theseus says “don't arrest him if he doesn't do anything, because giving a speech it's not a crime.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? ARE YOU DUMB OR SOMETHING? Jesuschrist.....

Eh.... what did Tina do in the movie? Was she concerned about her sister? Not one bit, she's perfectly fine with her joining a lunatic's army. Was she concerned about Credence? Even less, because when they find him she doesn't even talk to him (even though she was in Paris for him and, let's not forget, got demoted in the first movie for protecting him). The only thing she is concerned about is Newt and Leta and their engagement. Sigh another good female character lost in the claws of drama for the drama and being the love interest.

We're getting towards the end and the parts I am most angry about.

Dumbledore and Grindewald, I'm still mad that they aren't gonna give us the gay couple we deserve, but whatever, fuck JK, fuck Warner and fuck everyone. Once again, the famous question, what was the point of Dumbledore in this movie? Was showing us that he's a fine and dazzing wizard with an increible taste in fashion? Because if it was, they did perfectly. If it wasn't, I don't know what it was. They didn't give us a love story between them, the Ministry was once again against Dumbledore because of reasons unknown (politicians being incompetent, I see what you did there JK) and he didn't even try to do anything. I don't know, the only thing I truly know is that I'm disappointed, and that he did a sexy blood pact (yep, I'm calling it that) with Grindewald. Oh, I also found out that he has disgusting taste in men. C'mon, Grindewald? Have you seen his hair? Tsk Dumbledore, I expected better.

Grindewald, like everyone in the movie didn't do a lot, but I didn't care that he didn't. Probably because he is a sassy diva and used the good silk to call his followers. Also, I think the movie was called “The crimes of Grindewald”, right? What are those crimes? The bad hair? I can understand it. Using the good silk to call the followers? Understandable too, because it's gonna be a bitch to clean. The people he killed? Ehm..... nobodies none cared about. A kind of nazi but not really speech? Meh. Tricking Credence? Expected. Convincing Queenie to join the dark side? This one I believe. C'mon, make me a good villain in the third movie JK.

Nagini.............................................. if there's one thing that I was really excited about and disappointed me terribly was Nagini. What was the point of all the hype and backlash the trailer generated if Nagini did nothing in the movie? I truly don't know what was her point in the story. I believe she talk four time tops. Once again, JK being politically correct starring minorities, but not really, because they never do anything. And related to her is Credence, who is my favourite character of the series and the real protagonist. How did he end up in Paris? How did he learn to control de Obscurial? How did he end up with Nagini? Sigh...

After seeing the trailer I thought the movie was going to show us that the Obscurial end up in Paris by chance, and Nagini found him and given that she also has a beast inside, taught Credence how to control it. I don't something with a little bit of logic, an explanation and also giving Nagini some kind of point in the movie. (Apart of showing us the amazing leg she has).

The creatures: I think, except for the Niffler, the only reason they appear is because the movie is called “Fantastic beasts”. In the first movie the creatures (see Frank, the Niffler, the Swooping evil) played a very important part in it, but in the second one? What was the point of the creatures, except for the use of CGI? Except the Niffler, who is the hero of this movie for me, because he did the most (steal the sexy blood pact and be a damn awesome police dog).

I absolutely loved the Thestrals (they are my favourite fantastic beast ever), I laughed a lot when Grindewald named his Chupacabra “Antonio”, the baby Nifflers were the cutest, the kelpie was a thing of dreams, and the zouwu was very beautiful, but did they have a point? Not really.

My biggest problem with this movie is that it has the pace of a book, and it shows, which per se is not bad, but it doesn't work for a movie. It's like the first half of the book when the boring things happen and they're the preparation for the awesome second half. In a book I can get behind it, in a movie? Not so much. I believe Rowling tried to tell many stories (love triangle between Leta and the Scamanders, love drama between Tina and Newt, Lestrange family drama, love drama between Queenie and Jacob, Credence finding his family, Grindewald, dramadrama between Albus and Grindewald, political drama) in very little time and ended up telling nothing (at least telling it right). I hope AureliusAurelius (I have to laugh with this telenovela plot twist) and the Niffler realize that they are the best of the movie, and go back to New York to be a big happy family with Percival Graves (Gradence for life). Maybe Nagini can go with them and be the awesome character I believe it is.

PD: Shout out to Nicolas Flammel and his little running. He stole my heart. I read somewhere that people ship Albus and Flammel and I'm all for that. (If someone has the gif of him running, pleeeeeease send it to me, I need it in my life).

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #credence barebone #credence/graves #gradence #newt scamander #leta lestrange #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #albus dumbledore #albus x gellert #grindewal #crimes of grindlewald spoilers #niffler #nagini #disappointed

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Fix-It #3: The "Golden Days" of series 3

And they lived happily ever after – until they didn't

But that's series 3 for you… the wheel turns, nothing is ever new.

Because, at first, Mycroft only needs to make sure that Sherlock doesn't die in Eastern Europe…

… and then, Mycroft only needs to make sure that Sherlock doesn't die in Eastern Europe.

This is part #6 of the "Game Theory" series (x).

Project Moriarty is dead. Long live project Moriarty.

(And, yes, Andrew’s character is probably still alive too; it's not like anyone of importance to the plot ever really died in this show…)

Project Moriarty (x) had to "die", because it had become too dangerous to continue – at least under that name. But the idea was too good to scrap it entirely, so I'm fairly convinced that business did more or less continue as usual (after all, we did have someone called "Moran" who fits the description of a suitable successor, but more of that later).

Given that the actual "network" of criminals believed James Moriarty to be a real person / consulting criminal, there's no way anyone of them would have swallowed that someone called "Richard Brook" had only impersonated the criminal mastermind.

^This whole story about Sherlock Holmes inventing Moriarty and killing that actor? Surely, the criminal underground must know there's something fishy about that story; for them, James Moriarty, the consulting criminal, was real. (x)

And yet, Moriarty's "old acquaintances" would not be stupid enough to get themselves into trouble by setting the record straight; so, the rest of the world continues to believe Sherlock Holmes was a fraud who invented his own nemesis for the next two years.

Until one day, suddenly...

… nOW ISN'T THAT A TURNIP

Richard Brook did indeed prove to be the creation of James Moriarty, and it was Sherlock Holmes who had been the real victim in this game the entire time.

I do wonder what did cause them to reopen that investigation and now actually find the necessary proof for "the truth", because, let's be honest: It's been two years. Everyone's gotten on with their lives. And Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty are both putrefying away in their respective holes in the ground somewhere.

And only very few people know that this actually isn't true.

Sherlock Holmes is still alive – and:

Many Happy Returns

Having faked his own death, Sherlock has been busy "taking down Moriarty's network" to make sure that no revenge is wrecked upon the people he loves. Very careful not to attract any attention to himself (and the fact that he is still alive), he is not taking credit for any of the cases he gets himself involved in, and generally tries to keep a very low profile.

But even the great Sherlock Holmes can't vanish into thin air completely, no matter how hard he might have tried – and if even Anderson, of all people, can trace his steps...

… then so can Mycroft.

It may be a disgrace putting one's little brother into danger like that (x), but Mycroft of all people would have made sure to keep a weather eye on Sherlock during these two years.

(And on the people dear to Sherlock as well…)

Which is why it's no surprise that Mycroft knew exactly when it was time for him to "wade in", because Sherlock had gotten himself into serious trouble – again.

But how could Mycroft justify doing all this legwork himself in order to save his sibling, whom he supposedly does not care about?

There will always come a time when we need Sherlock Holmes

And that time has finally come.

Because, obviously, the great Sherlock Holmes is the only person able to prevent a terrorist attack on Parliament

An attack which Mycroft and his people have solid information on, because some brave agent apparently gave his life in order to give them a very cryptic, but vital clue. (x)

An attack which is so imminent, that there is still enough time for Mycroft to track down Sherlock, who's currently deep undercover somewhere in Eastern Europe, and smuggle his way up some military ranks in Serbia to get his brother back home.

(It’s not like Mycroft doesn’t have the whole MI6 at his disposal and therefore could have chosen any other agent who was already in London for this job...)

And there's even enough time for Sherlock to shave, and to be properly welcomed back amongst all his friends, solve some very unrelated cases together with Molly, play deduction with Mycroft, meet up with train guy, and save John from a random bonfire-

… it's not quite adding up, is it?

Sometimes a deception is so audacious, so outrageous that you can’t see it even when it’s staring you in the face.

Maybe even a bit… too specific?

Let's look at how the penny dropped for Sherlock: He thinks he finally has figured out the true meaning of Mycroft's oh-so-valuable piece of intel, and that it was literally a secret message disguised as a stupid pun…

… when actually this clue – on its own! – wouldn't have done anything at all to help Sherlock solve this case!

What did get him to draw the correct conclusions were two other things which someone poked Sherlock's nose into:

(Yeah, I did mean the "nose" part quite literally.)

What a coincidence that a completely unrelated Chullo left by one of Sherlock's apparently random clients leads Sherlock to being shown the decisive bit of security footage which features one of the people he was surveilling in regards to the terrorist attack finally (!) behaving suspiciously, and conveniently enough tells him all he needs to know about the bomb and where to find it.

Not. (x)

All things considered, Sherlock ended up being suspiciously successful in this matter despite lacking most of the necessary skills or experience needed for fighting terrorism; after all, things like that don't usually come within the province of a private detective.

But obviously, the great Sherlock Holmes is the only person who can prevent a terrorist attack on Parliament.

A terrorist attack that was literally set up for Sherlock Holmes to prevent, that is

And, yes, the person responsible for setting up this "fake" terrorist attack and assigning Sherlock with the mission of preventing it is obviously Mycroft – he is the only person with means and motives to put that bomb in the tunnel under Parliament.

But why would Mycroft do this?

In his defense: He never meant for the bomb to actually explode.

He just meant to frighten everyone. A bit.

Looking at the more political motivations behind this scheme, we need to talk about the anti-terrorism Bill – which the House is supposed to vote on in an all-night sitting on the day that coincides both with Guy Fawkes Day and the planned date for the terrorist attack.

The "most important vote of this parliament" – and it's about to fall through miserably.

Which is no surprise, really. Looking at what such a bill might entail…

… it's obvious that people aren't quite happy about the government trying to establish such a thing. They don't see the safety and protection as a benefit if it's restricting their privacy like this – and, after all, the threat doesn't seem all too big at the moment; those politicians surely are exaggerating (as always). Are such measures really necessary?

Well... pulling off a (fake) terrorist attack aimed at one of Britain's most iconic landmarks, literally on the day of the sitting Guy Fawkes Day, should be intimidating and sensational enough to convince people that a bit more surveillance might actually be a good thing, because how else could such attacks possibly be prevented (in the future)?

There can't always conveniently be a hero / consulting detective at hand...

Sherlock needed to be considered a hero, so Mycroft made him a dragon to slay

Evidently, Sherlock saving the day makes for a great story, and now completely restores his reputation in no time.

Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead, and the hero again

The way things played out, no one except Sherlock could have found this bomb – because Mycroft couldn't have nudged any other agent so close to the solution of this case that they were literally already tripping over it–

... at least not without them noticing that there might be some ulterior (dubious) motive behind Mycroft feeding them all these incredibly specific puns clues.

(Also, any other agent would have become hella suspicious about the bomb having an Off switch, but more about that later.)

By assigning Sherlock with this mission, Mycroft made use of the fact that he is Sherlock's emotional blind spot.

Mycroft is Sherlock's Big Brother – knowing things is what he does

And Sherlock would never suspect Mycroft of pulling off something as shady as a faked attempt to blow up Parliament; or, at least, he would never believe to be "stupid" enough to actually fall victim to Mycroft's manipulations himself.

Caring is not an advantage, indeed

But Mycroft did not assign Sherlock with this mission in order to prove that he's only the stupid little brother who can be played like a fiddle.

Mycroft needed Sherlock to solve a Big, Sensational case right after his "resurrection" in order to completely restore his reputation, and to prove that there will always come a time when they need Sherlock Holmes.

Because needing Sherlock Holmes was the essential premise for his comeback.

And Mycroft managed to come up with a plan that would not only serve his own political goals, but also cleverly hide the actual reason why he did all the legwork to rescue his little brother from Serbia.

But if Mycroft cared so much about his little brother, why would he put him into such a "dangerous" situation after literally just saving him from being beaten and tortured?

Let me ask you a counter question:

Why was there an Off switch?

Ehm…….. no.

A transport lock or something similar, yes, I totally support this – when you go through the trouble of making a bomb and picking the place you want to blow up, you really wouldn't want the bomb to explode prematurely – but once the thing is in place, and activated, REMOTELY (!), simply flicking an easily accessible switch on the thing itself should not be enough to switch off a bomb the size of a train carriage.

What even is bomb disposal, literally anyone can use a goddamn switch!

It is ridiculous, and it doesn't (seem to) make any sense.

Unless if the bomb never was meant to actually explode.

A bomb in a tunnel directly under the House on the day Parliament plans to vote on the anti-terrorism Bill, which just happens to be November 5th… this whole thing could only be more Guy Fawkes if it was bound to fail all along–

Oh.

^Lord Moran, super terrorist.

Looking at the blatant "subtext" of him being the replacement of Jim Moriarty, i.e. the scapegoat for all of the project's machinations, he's possibly just there in order to remind us that even if "Moriarty" is dead, the project isn't. There are just different players now.

So, let's move on and talk a bit about more Sherlock's role in this play – and, more importantly, how Mycroft is a master at exploiting Sherlock's weakness.

Because only Sherlock Holmes is stupid enough to believe that an Off switch on a bomb is clever

He finds a bomb that happens to have an Off switch, which in itself is very unusual, and yet Sherlock doesn't stop and doubt it for a moment. Quite the opposite. The Off switch is there, it must have been put there for a reason, so it has to mean something; it has to be clever. Why could it be clever? Oh, obviously: If anything goes wrong, it's a way for the clever terrorists to make sure they don't blow themselves up. How clever.

(I mean, another method could be to remote control the bomb and safely activate it from your hotel room while you're sitting on your bed all comfy, watching the news on the telly, but what do I know…)

But since Sherlock believes the terror alert to be legit, because Mycroft has solid information that it will happen, and because Mycroft assigned him with this mission, of course the bomb is an actual threat.

Therefore, there can’t be anything fishy about that Off switch, either.

And it definitely wasn’t put there so that

Sherlock would be able to successfully deactivate it – all on his own,

and therefore not only not be blown up,

but also be able to take all the credit for doing so himself, and therefore be the hero of this story.

</sarcasm>

The dragon is slain, and finally all is well

Sherlock is safe and back home, and with Moriarty being "dead" and his entire network "dismantled" – by the great Sherlock Holmes himself – there's no one left to take revenge for their boss's death on Sherlock or his loved ones.

The reputation of the detective who died in disgrace two years ago also is 100% restored, and he's happy to pick up where he left and solve crimes together with John – and Mary.

Also, there's a wedding coming up, and love is amazing, fluffy clouds and little birds are amazing (x) – but that's for another story.

The "Golden Days" of series 3 – when everything was fine, and Mycroft finally didn't have to Worry about his little brother anymore.

Until... that happened:

And that …

… and … that.

*clears throat*

Oh, Sherlock… What have you done?

A cold-blooded murder in front of a dozen cameras and witnesses is quite something else than an alleged murder / double "suicide" on a secluded rooftop.

Even for Mycroft Holmes, this is going to be very hard to "fix".

Because now, Sherlock actually is a murderer.

But he will fix it.

Like a proper big brother.

Note: In this post, I was partly redoing a much older meta of mine, "Why There Was An Off Switch" (x), but now having moved on from M-Theory;

Mycroft is not UNDER Moriarty’s thumb – Mycroft IS Moriarty’s thumb (x).

Up next: Fix-it #4

Link to part #7 (x). /// will be added later

Follow @the-game-theory or me myself for updates.

Why is the series called “Game Theory”? (x)

Thanks again to @mollydobby; the last-minute adjustments on this one were a bit crazy... ♥ (but so worth it).

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blackbatpurplecat · 6 years

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My Thoughts on “Batmobile: Arkham Tank”

Some also call it Batman: Arkham Knight, the big finale to the Arkham series that had clearly peaked two games ago.

Holy moly, what a rollercoaster ride from FABULOUS over FRUSTRATING to FANTASTIC to FUCK THIS SHIT.

Yup, I know. I’m super late to the party but please remember, the (complete) game’s price started at 90 bucks AND it was absolutely unplayable on PC for the longest time.

It’s also the first game I’ve ever ragequit and then watched the ending on YouTube because fuck. that. game.

Warning: SPOILERS ahead!

Strap in, kittybats, this is gonna be a looong one.

So if you either haven’t played it yet or if you need to refresh your memory, what’s the story?

Scarecrow is back! He didn’t do a great job at reconstructing his face but a fantastic job at perfecting his fear gas (and stealing Hugo Strange’s voice). He threatens to release the gas in Gotham which leads to people evacuating the city. The remaining cops of the GCPD are being terrorized by thugs and goons working for Scarecrow, Two-Face, Penguin, Harley Quinn, and a newly introduced villain: The Arkham Knight.

With the help of Oracle, who’s situated at the Gotham Clock Tower, Batman traces Scarecrow to ACE Chemicals. Crane has turned the entire factory into a gigantic fear gas bomb and is able to flee before Bats can take him down. The bomb can’t be defused, however, Bats is able to reduce its radius of impact so it’s mostly him who gets exposed to it.

We find out that even though Batman had drunk the cure for Joker’s disease at the end of Arkham City, he’s still infected for... some... reason that’s never explained. Fear gas and infected Joker blood is a dangerous cocktail so a life-like hallucination of the Joker materializes in front of Batman and keeps reappearing now and then to torment Bats with jokes and comments while Bats is running around the city.

There are also four more people who are still infected and locked up at one of the Batfamily’s hideouts where Robin’s working on a permanent cure. So far, only three of those infected are slowly turning into Joker while the 4th guy seems immune, giving Bats hope he might be the key to the cure.

Apparently, the Arkham Knight knows Batman really well and tips Crane off to kidnap Barbara since she’s working for Bruce. This forces Bats to confess to Gordon that his daughter’s been involved with vigilantism under Batsy’s care for years. An enraged Gordon breaks off their friendship and rushes off to find Babs himself. Yeah sure, good luck with that, Jim...

Back to the fear gas investigation, Batman and Nightwing interrogate Penguin and find out that Scarecrow had been working with a businessman named Stagg who tried to fuck Crane over and keep their invention, a dispersal device called Cloudburst, to himself. Of course, that didn’t end well. Bats tracks down Crane in an airship but gets gassed again while Scarecrow flees again.

The fear gas gives Joker control over Batman’s body for a short amount of time and adds another layer of urgency: If Bats can’t find a cure for the infection, Joker might take over his mind and body the same way he’s been taking over those other three innocent Gothamites.

Bats is able to find Barbara locked up at Crane’s hideout but she also got gassed. Her fear of Batman drives her to commit suicide. While mourning, Alfred informs Bruce that Crane now plans to release the fear gas via Cloudburst. There’s only one person who could help now - Poison Ivy. Batsy gets her out of prison and is able to recruit her for his plan. He finds an ancient and one-of-a-kind tree in Gotham that’s able to neutralize the gas so Ivy steps inside it to reactivate its strength.

More bad news are on the way when Bats finds out that Harley has broken into their hideout (because the Batfamily’s security system sucks, yeah that makes sense) and released the “Jokers.” Batman and Robin are able to recapture them all, even Harley. However, in a seriously well set up twist, the ONE dude who seemed immune to Joker’s blood is even more infected than the others and kills them. When he recognizes Joker in Batman’s eyes he also shoots himself, saying Batman will be the perfect Joker once the transformation is complete.

Robin’s quite concerned to find out about Batsy’s state and asks him to lock himself up until the game’s over but Bruce says NOPE and locks Tim up instead. Bruce couldn’t stand losing another Robin so he wants to spare Tim a similar fate that Jason Todd had to endure. You all know that story. Gee, I wonder why they bring it up all of the sudden...

So FINALLY the freaking Cloudburst is activated and douses the entire city in heavy fear gas. It’s too much for Ivy and the one-of-a-kind tree but thank God for deus ex machinas, there’s another tree, making them two-of-a-kind trees, that could help fight the gas. Batsy finds it, Ivy wakes it, the trees spread some kind of pretty pollen and the gas is neutralized. Unfortunately, it was too much for Ivy and she dies (and decomposes) in Batman’s arms.

We find out Gordon’s been kidnapped because DUH so Batsy tracks him down in the Arkham Knight’s hideout underground. The Knight takes off his mask to reveal a “““““tWiSt””””” everyone knew was coming after watching the first trailer of the game - he’s Jason fucking Todd who’s pissed at Bruce for not knowing he’s been alive all those years and just replacing him with Tim, and now wants to kill him. Bruce however wants to welcome Jason back with open arms which is too much feels for the ruthless assassin so Jason flees. Wow. How anticlimactic. Bats frees Gordon and they go to face Scarecrow at the top of a building.

Crane reveals in yet another twist you absolutely saw coming that Babs is still alive (so Babs killing herself was a result of Bats getting gassed - but how did Scarecrow know what Bats was seeing when he was under the influence???) and Gordon had made a deal with Crane to keep her that way. Jim shoots Bats in the armored chest, Scarecrow throws Babs OVER THE EDGE, Bats saves her and takes her to the GCPD.

After making sure that Jason’s goons don’t destroy the Bat servers, Bats is informed that not only Gordon but also Robin’s been now kidnapped by Crane. A kidnapped Robin, what a shocker... To save their lives, Batman drives to the ruins of Arkham Asylum where Crane, his hostages, and a camera are waiting. Crane tells Gordon to remove Batman’s mask in front of the camera which is broadcasting live on TV. Bats is okay with being unmasked and the big reveal BRUCE WAYNE IS BATMAN sends news reporters into a frenzy.

Crane injects more fear toxin into Bruce which brings out the Joker in him. Another dose, however, brings forth Joker’s worst fear: being forgotten. Batman’s mind and Joker’s mind begin fighting. Of course, Batman’s is stronger than Joker’s; Bats locks Joker up in his subconscious and regains control over his body. Bats gives Scarecrow a taste of his own toxin and takes a frightened Crane back to GCPD.

With the Batman’s identity uncovered, BATMAN IS DEAD as the intro of the game had promised. Ehm yeah, if you say so... Bats activates the Knightfall Protocol. He says goodbye to Selina, Dick, and Jim while finishing a few more side quests. Then he flies home where reporters are already waiting. Alfred welcomes him back, they close the front door, and Wayne Manor blows up.

If you had enough patience to collect >240 Riddler trophies, you’ll get the TRUE ENDING of the game:

Time has passed. Gotham is safer now, Gordon’s mayor, Babs and Tim (WTF?!?!?!) are getting married, and somewhere in Gotham, two thugs who are trying to rob a family in a back alley are being scared shitless by a huge nightmarish Batman figure.

THE END

What the actual huh?!

That was it?! THAT was the grand finale to the Arkham series?! I mean we all knew he wouldn’t die because people rarely have the balls to actually kill Batman off. You can say “This is how The Batman died” dozens of times but you’ll never convince me that you’ll actually kill him. Killing his name, his reputation, his identity, his secret, that’s just a cheap cop-out! And I realized how the game would end wayyy too early.

You built up a story so complex that you didn’t even see the plot holes anymore, you had three twist of which only ONE was good and it wasn’t even the last one, and fans didn’t even understand the true ending, yet you decided that THAT would be your huge finale and goodbye?! Lame, Rocksteady, seriously. I had expected much more.

Speaking of which:

Before the game came out, Rocksteady had proudly announced to have come up with an original character, a new piece on Gotham’s chessboard. A young man in a reddish suit who has a past with Batman, knows his identity and how he operates, and keeps calling him ‘old man.’ GEEEE, I WONDER WHO THAT IS!!!!! Yeah, it’s Jason. Woah, what a shocker. I had really hoped for something good, I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt but NOPE, it’s the same old spiel. They didn’t even try to make his identity subtle, you know it’s Jason after his first line. And what a letdown their confrontation was. Wow, a stealth mission. And then Jason just runs away. He only shows up one last time to help Bruce at the end. Why?! You really want to tell me that after years of hating Bruce with an undying passion, recruiting hundreds of men, building dozens of tanks, and building a huge-ass drill (where the fuck did Jason get the money for all that?!), all Bruce had to do was say “sorry bro” and everything was forgotten?! That was how you resolve the conflict with one of the 2 main villains in the game?! Wow. Just... just wow.

So Knight is about Batman trying to find a cure for a Joker poison in his blood while a villain who knows Bats’ identity plans to take down a city that has only thugs in it? Is it just me or does that sound AWFULLY familiar...?! Rocksteady, you’re SO cReAtIvE.

Also the ending SUCKS!!! So Bruce makes the world believe that he and Batman are dead now. Do you even know what that means? That means Bruce and Alfred will spend the rest of their days in a Batcave without any connection to the outside world. Their family think they’re dead. So Bruce dooms Alfred to a life of isolation (cruel!!!) and gives up the “normal” half of his life to be Batman full-time. Something even the comics have established before as a fucking stupid idea!!! Bruce is NOT only Batman! Why can’t those damn fanboys pull their heads out of their asses and accept that Bruce is both Bruce Wayne AND Batman! He can’t be only one or the other; each side needs the other to exist! It’s just so fucking dumb!

After bashing the story, let’s get to bashing the gameplay:

Do Rocksteady hate their fans? Was Knight their revenge on every single fan who had said “I wish we could drive the Batmobile” in the past? Because that would explain a lot. While designing the game, they were probably thinking “Oh you complain that you don’t have the Batmobile? We’ll give you the Batmobile! Here you have the Batmobile!” That ugly tank no one’s able to handle because of the sluggish controls is just a huge FUCK YOU to gamers.

They completely overdid it. Way too many tank missions, way too many racing quests, WAY TOO MANY!!! The Batmobile missions always stopped the flow of the game, only felt tedious and turned into a boring chore. And if you weren’t tanking around, you had to solve lever puzzles to get your tank from point A to point B.

And as if the side quests weren’t average enough (the boss fights were kind of a letdown in general, especially after having played Origins), the fucking tank spoiled them even more. Remember the epic Firefly fight in Origins? In Knight, you have to race after him a few times. Done. Remember the epic Deathstroke fight in Origins? In Knight, you have to blow up his tanks (racing), take down militia towers (sometimes tank), and defuse bombs (tank), and then Batsy takes him out with one punch in a cutscene. Done. Also more tanks in the Freeze mission. And don’t get me started on ALL THE TANK MISSIONS in the main story!!!

One of the worst filler missions was “follow Gordon to the Clock Tower”: After driving 5 meters, there are more tanks, and once those are defeated, Gordon enters the Batmobile. Why the flying fuck couldn’t Gordon get in right at the start?!

The biggest joke was the Riddler mission. The puzzles were fine but WHYYY the race tracks??? How is a race track a riddle?! Nothing could be further related to Riddler than racing! What the fuck, seriously, what the fuck???

The constant forced use of the Batmobile made it hard for me to get the feeling that I was playing a Batman game. If I want a racing game, I buy a racing game. I did NOT want Need For Speed in my Batman game! Whoever decided to put THAT much Batmobile shit into the game deserves to be slapped in the face with a Joker fish. And the tank fight against Jason towards the end was the reason I quit. FUCK! THAT! FIGHT! FUCK! IT! HARD!

And the obligatory PC complaint: You sell a fucking expensive piece of shit that doesn’t run on PCs, you release patches that don’t help, and then you just say “oops sorry” before never working on improving the game again. Thanks. Also a huge thanks for fucking up the keyboard optimization. In City, we only had to tap one key for special moves, in Knight, it’s several keys we surely have the attention for in an engaging fight. And why did you change the order of the Bat gadgets?!

Alright, after such a long rant, I don’t want to leave out what I genuinely liked about the game:

For the most part, the voice-acting was perfect. There were tiny duds here and there but I don’t blame the voice-actors for those but the directors and/or the people who decided to use those takes for the game.

Kevin Conroy and Mark Hamill are simply THE best team out there. There’ll be no one else ever ever who’ll be able to capture Batman and Joker so perfectly like they do. And while I love Mark to death and I think the Arkham Joker is the best Joker period, I still think “yeah, how do you bring the best actor and the best villain back after killing him off? oh I know! make him a hallucination! cop-out!” Joker showing up again and again was absolutely not necessary and didn’t add anything story-wise but I’m happy they did it because it’s Mark and he was THE BEST PART of the game.

Some side quests were fascinating! The level design for the last Mad Hatter stage was beautiful (Origins was better though). The entire case for Professor Pyg was bone-chilling! At first, I was like “what’s with the buildup? I know it’s Hush, just get on with it” but then Hush had another side quest and I began to wonder where the first case was going. Its ending was so dark, so fucked up, so creepy, I absolutely fucking LOVED it!!!

The one quest everyone will forever remember is the one featuring Mr. Freeze! Oh boy, that was perfect writing right there! It was nice to see that Freeze hadn’t forgotten that Batsy helped him in City and asked him again to find his kidnapped wife. What I 110% had not expected was that they would bring Nora back to life! I sat there, transfixed and so happy that after all those years, they finally gave Nora a voice and more character. She stepped out of the position of a MacGuffin and became real. The ending to that quest... The dialogue, the music, the visuals. I almost cried. You can’t write a better ending to their sad and bitter-sweet love story.

The relationship between Batman and Catwoman was also written very well. You immediately notice that he talks to her in a very different way. To everyone else, friends and foes alike, he’s serious, tight-lipped, monosyllabic. With Selina however he actually engages in chit-chat. And when Selina worried about him going after Scarecrow, her soft voice made my heart sing. At the end of the stupid Riddler quest, we finally got a hot BatCat kiss. Okay, it all ended with Bruce saying farewell and them never seeing each other ever again but that’s due to the dumb finale. (One question though: If you finish the quest before the end of the game, how does Selina know that Batman is Bruce?!)

Almost finished, here are just some more additional thoughts on the game in general:

The feature of switching from character A to character B during a fight sequence was awesome, I loved that! As well as the ability to use your surroundings in a fight. Why not put that in more?!

The “recreate a crime scene” moments were cool and I would have loved more of them because, well.... Batman is A FUCKING DETECTIVE, NOT A NASCAR DRIVER!

The DLCs were nice but rather short. The Red Hood DLC completely spoiled who the Arkham Knight was though. And Jason handling guns made me ask myself why he was still using his fists.

The Batgirl mission was good! It was great to see Harley in her original outfit, Babs and Tim worked well together even though he wanted to have her out of harm’s way too often. And the backstory of the park which you could learn about via recordings was wonderfully dark. SO dark.

Writing Babs and Tim as a couple was idiotic. Why was that change made? You had Dick in the game, why didn’t you just use the canon couple?! Changing Dick to Tim had no influence on the story so why do it?!

Seeing Bats and Babs interact without any forced sexual shit was beautiful!

THOSE MOTHERFUCKING MAN-BAT JUMP SCARES!!!!!! WHY???? My heart almost exploded!!!!!!!!!!

Giving Scarecrow Hugo Strange’s voice was cheap. Whenever he made an announcement, I felt like I was back in City. Don’t remind me of a better game I could be playing instead, Knight...

Catwoman’s purple suit from the 90s was a skin you could use!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!! SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Yeah, I know, it was a modified Batgirl skin but SHE WAS STILL SO BEAUTIFUL!

After the buildup in City, Azrael and his Order were another letdown.

After the buildup in City, Hush was another letdown (even though the reveal was pretty cool and Conroy’s voice-acting was SO AWESOME!). You have a villain that looks like your hero in a story about how the hero is revealed to be a vigilante. Why not USE the villain for something, ANYTHING?! And if you finish the mission AFTER the game’s end, how come Hush doesn’t know who Batman is?!

Why put a normal firefighter into one cell with Gotham’s worst criminal scum?!

Stop trying to convince us that Bruce loved an insane maniac who wants to kill millions of people.

The Ra’s al Ghul mission was intriguing however! I did not know who was killing his followers until the reveal and the decision at the end of the quest was a great dilemma! It had no influence on the game but I liked how it made the player think.

You made me feel pity for Killer Croc! How dare you! Plus there was a moment, when you’re in a duct underneath a freaking HUGE Killer Croc and the game told you to take him down. I was just looking at that gigantic monster and thought NOPE, CAN I PLEASE LEAVE?!

I still prefer the less realistic designs of the characters from the first games. Their expressions were less stoic and their eyes were less dead.

The goons’ conversations were a riot again!

JOKER’S SONG NUMBER!!! HOLY SHIT YES!!!

The designs of the race tracks were fantastic! While I think Rocksteady dropped the ball with gameplay and story, the level designs were marvelous!

The photo mode was a really cool feature!!!

I highly appreciate the creators’ love for detail. There’s an entire video about the easter eggs in Arkham Knight and it’s TWO FREAKING HOURS long! That’s a level of dedication I respect!

To close this up, I doubt I’ll return to this game very soon, if ever. I loved Asylum, I can play City in my sleep, I enjoyed Origins and do not understand the hate it gets, but Knight? Nah.

It’s the Batmobile that breaks this game’s back. Rocksteady simply didn’t know when to stop or how to work it in well. The tanks and racing quests kill the Batman-y atmosphere every single time and get old extremely quick. Those parts become monotonous and repetitive, and the worst crime is that fighting tanks and drones side-lines the actual villains you’d much rather fight.

I can forgive lame boss battles, I can forgive plot holes, but if the gameplay isn’t fun, I will not replay the story, no matter how well it’s written. A game’s supposed to entertain me, not frustrate me into leaving it for days (which happened twice before I quit).

Do I recommend Arkham Knight? If you like car races and shooting games, yes. If not, watch a playthrough on YouTube. It pains me to say that this Batman game, the big finale to an amazing series, only goes downhill after the opening cutscene.

#review #batman arkham knight #batman

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lealca · 5 years

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MITCHELLS TUT HOMEWORK:

American Gothic

Grant Wood

1930

Jack and Jill were high school sweethearts they met during the great tragedy of 98’ when the two were sent to fetch a pale of water when a major shift occurred in the tectonic plates causing a series of seismic vibrations that penetrated the core of the earth and sent shockwaves through the Deep South of Nashville sending the two tumbling down the great hill of water fetching the two ended up flighting for their lives in a nearby hospital fighting critical injuries, Jill in fact broke her back and had to have a series of operations that lead to the extending of her neck.

The two survived and made full recoveries but jack will never loose the look of total terror is his eyes that exists from the memory of that day.

The two were married on the eve of Jill’s 19th birthday and since then the two have gone on to become successful business partners and famers launching with their frozen food line, McCain foods.

The two have been married for over 5 decades and the years have been far from easy in the twos relationship. Upon entering the Art Institution of Chicago one can hear the faint murmurings of an unhappy wife, this could explain the terrified pained look in jacks eye. Jill murmurs for her apron is old and hideous and jack refuses to part from his savings to buy her a new trendier one perhaps even that new Gucci apron Jill’s has her eye on for the past few weeks. It is rumoured that old man Jack has an issue with his digestive tract as as he gets older produces more and more noxious gas. I can tell you that the minute I walked into the gallery space, where the two have been living for the past few decades, I smelled the sharp smell of sulfur in the air, of which the smell I’m sure had derived from jacks aging interior.

I walked up to the space where the couple stands and approached tentatively as I could feel the tension between the pair was high, the couples caretaker had told be that the couple were not their best in the mornings once I was standing directly in front of the two I realized that jack had been staring beyond me into the distance almost as if in a daze.

“Ehm” I said

“Who the fuck are you” said Jill

The interviewer, I said,

Jack continued to stare over my shoulder

“We don’t know anything about it” said Jill

Anything about what? I said

….it! said Jill

Rather confused at this point I decided to introduce myself again

Hi, jack and jill, I’m Wes I’m from the daily Goose just here to cover a story on your prize winning zucchini.

THE ZUCCINI!!! Said jack suddenly

He moved suddenly as a flash a light reflected off his tridon.

Uh, yes the zucchini, I said

Jill at that point murmured to jack not to say anything about the other thing that they had spoken about earlier.

Trying to ignore all the red flags I asked the couple if I could see their prize winning zucchini that was so long and girthy that they had to use a small horse to transport it.

Jill then told me that the zucchini is in a secure vault on an island.

At this point I realized I was going to have to change my interviewing tactic as Jill defensive energy was giving me a bad vibe man.

Maybe it’s best we talk about something other than the zucchini, Jill why don’t you tell me a little about your skincare regime…

Jill then told me that a few people had actually reached out to her via insta regarding her beauty routine

“Takes a lot to keep all this together, Jill said

I start with a bar of lifebouy soap which I find really helps to give my skin that soft radiant look, I also have made my own hay scrub which I use once every few days to treat imperfections.

I top it all off with some Vaseline and some SP 10 sunblock, coz it’s the thought that counts.”

Well uh sounds like a very specific ritual… I stopped paying attention there because at this point jack started making strange faces at me and using his eyes to suggest that I should maybe get the fuck outta there. So I said, Gee well guys that was a great interview I feel like we got a lot covered, jack, Jill it was lovely to meet you both I should head off now, Turned and ran away.

I’d like to make a note to anyone possibly going to go see American gothic in the future, please it is for your own safety refrain from asking about the zucchini…

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commander-yinello · 7 years

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The Matchmakers - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

A drabble series I’m working on with @setthestarsxnfire, hope you enjoy! This one became longer than I expected so there’s more under the cut.

Zen was on the move. Seven watched the little blinking dot slide across the digital map of the city on his screen. Finding a phone’s GPS signal was absolute child’s play for a God hacker like him. If only people were as easy as computers. The dot got closer and closer to C&R’s headquarters and there was no doubt on Seven’s mind that he was going to confront Jumin about the roses. Oh sure, he could let it all play out by itself – but there was a very high chance the two of them would only trade insults and Zen would leave shortly after. Unacceptable! If there was a time to interfere, it would be now. He had an idea, a brilliant idea if he said so himself, but that would require Jumin to move as well. It could be done. But he had to be sneaky about it. So he grabbed his phone and called the man that Jumin easily trusted. “Seven?” “Hey V! You picked up fast!” “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” “I dunno, maybe you- wait, don’t distract me! Listen, I need you to call Jumin so he leaves his office. It’s for the cause!” “Oh. What should I say?” “I don’t know, think of something but make sure it seems urgent! I know you can do it!” After receiving V’s bashful confirmation, Seven hung up and started to type away furiously on his keyboard. The electronic interface of C&R’s elevators appeared before him in pure code next to him C&R’s live security camera footage, giving him a wicked smile. This was going to be great. *** Jumin sighed at the sheet of paper in front of him. The day he would get a report without a spelling mistake in it would be the day hell froze over. Jumin considered asking the R&D department to rewrite the whole thing when his phone rang. The screen displayed the name of his best friend. Strange, it wasn’t like him to call during work hours. “Hello Jihyun. Why are you calling? Do you need anything?” “Jumin, hello. Ehm, yes, I do. I need you to leave the office. It’s important.” Jumin raised an eyebrow. “What’s so important that I have to leave?” “Ah, well…” He paused and Jumin frowned. He was just about to restate his question when V continued. “I just learned Seven is planning to kidnap Elizabeth.” He shot up from his chair so fast it fell backwards on the floor with a loud thud. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?!” V’s mumbled apology didn’t register in his mind as he ran out of his office, passing Assistant Kang who looked confused. Jumin pressed the button going up and considered running up the stairs to his penthouse, when the elevator arrived with a ding. He rushed inside and tapped the highest level, staring at the slowly closing doors in frustration. Except the elevator went down instead of up.

Shit! He patted his pockets, looking for his phone. No no no it was still on his desk! In pure agony, he watched the digital number slide all the way to ground level, every second ticking by feeling like Elizabeth was in more danger. The door dinged open and to his surprise, Zen was there. The actor walked in on auto-pilot, only registering Jumin there until he stood inside already. “Zen? Why are you here?” “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“I work here.” “I meant, out of your office!” The doors started to close again. “Wait, hold the door!” Jumin shouted, rushing forward and pushing Zen out of the way but to no avail. With the doors fully closed, he slammed his hand on the ‘open doors’ button repeatedly, but nothing happened. “Jumin, what’s wrong?” Zen asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Just as Jumin wanted to reply, the elevator halted abruptly, nearly knocking them both off balance. They looked in horror at the counter, showing they were stuck between two floors. He pressed the emergency button next to the door which prompted a robot voice to tell them to wait patiently. This wasn’t happening! Zen must have a phone. In his frenzy, Jumin lunged at him, opening every pocket trying to find it. “Dude, w-w-what are you doing?!” His high-pitched voice would normally amuse Jumin to no end, but this was an emergency. He ignored Zen’s squawks and protests as he felt around. For a second he questioned if he should continue but Elizabeth needed him. When he lowered the jacket zipper, Zen shrieked and grabbed his arms, pushing him away. Jumin’s shoes skidded on the marble floor as he pushed back, intent on finding that phone. With great effort, he patted every area of the actor’s upper body, trying not to think of how muscular he felt. Finally he found the item in question in his inside pocket, fishing it out. Thank goodness Zen didn’t have the sensibility to put on a safety lock. He typed a message in the RFA chat and was able to hit send before a pair of arms wrapped around him, startling him for a second until he realized Zen was trying to take his phone back.

Why did that make him feel disappointed? He tried to type another message only to be constantly denied by an extremely irritated Zen.

ZEN: Seven, don’t you dare touch Elizabeth the 3rd!!

*** Yoosung★: Shoot, can Zen see us? Saeran: No, we should still be in Private Mode MC: ??? Why is Zen talking about Elizabeth? And Seven? Jaehee Kang: I just watched Mr. Han run into the elevator. Jaehee Kang: Seven, what are you doing? 707: Using my powers for good and love! 707: They’re both in the elevator thanks to me 707: Jumin is using Zen’s phone Yoosung★: You can see them? MC: omgomg share! 707: k~ gimme a sec to link the CCTV to the app 707: But I don’t know how the lovely Elly is involved in all this V: I told him you were going to take Elizabeth. V: Sorry, I didn’t know what else to say. 707: Brilliant~! That’s totally something I would do~~ MC: Oh god V, Jumin is going to call the entire police force on Seven Saeran: And that’s a bad thing? Jaehee Kang: *sigh* I’ll take care of it.

***

Multiple times Zen tried to grab his smartphone, only to have Jumin dodge him every time. It was already bad enough that Trust Fund pretty much fondled him, now he had to fight him just to get his own phone back! When Jumin’s hands avoided him for the third time, he had enough; he tackled Jumin and both of them fell on the floor with a noisy thud. Before he could question his sanity when he felt the warm body underneath him, Jumin violently tried to wrestle out of his grip.

His phone rang and Jumin answered, as if his hand wasn’t currently planted in Zen’s face.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Han.” Jaehee’s voice rang through the speaker. “I’ve managed to stop Seven from reaching Elizabeth and I’ve asked IT to get the elevator working soon.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Jumin looked visibly relieved. He ended the call and held up the phone, which Zen eagerly accepted. All this trouble for that damn cat of his. His nose started to itch on reflex.

“Seriously, if you had just asked me for my phone I would have given it to you.” Not that he gave a crap about Jumin or his furball of course, but he wasn’t so cold that he wouldn’t help out.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Hah. Zen was going to remember that when Jumin pretended he was super logical and rational compared to him.

Only when his phone was safely deposited in his pocket did they realize their incredibly, incredibly unusual position. He was straddling Jumin’s legs and Jumin’s hand had lowered to hold his shoulder. He jumped away as Jumin scooted backwards, both of them red as tomatoes.

Was it him or did the temperature in the room increase? He crossed his arms defensively, feeling incredibly awkward, forcing his gaze on the doors, on the ceiling, on anything except Jumin. Too bad he could still see Jumin as he stood up, his shirt and tie loosened enough that they exposed tiny areas of pale smooth skin. When Jumin started to fix himself and looked at him, Zen realized he had been staring and looked away.

Damn it, this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Yes, he had come here to talk to Jumin, to drag an explanation out of him. But this was just too close… He shifted his stance, remembering the note that came with the roses. Jumin glanced at him again before pretending to be actively interested in his sleeve.

Wasn’t it enough to congratulate him in chat? That bloody jerk just had to make things more awkward.

“The flowers were completely unnecessary, just so you know.” Zen sneered, making Jumin frown in confusion.

“What flowers?”

“What flo- Your flowers! The ones you sent me!” Now Jumin’s eyes were on him.

“I didn’t send you any flowers.”

“Yes, you did! That’s the whole reason I came here!”

Jumin raised his eyebrows. “You traveled all the way to my office just to talk to me about flowers?”

“Wh- Di- You weren’t responding in chat, that’s why!!”

“You could have called me.”

“I would have had I known you would harass me like that, you pervert!”

Jumin’s cheeks reddened even more. “It was an emergency. You were the one who threw me on the floor and put yourself on top of me after!”

The conversation grew more awkward with every word and Zen felt flustered to hell and back. Never mind, Zen didn’t want to talk about the roses anymore. All he wanted was for the floor to open up so he could hide his embarrassment.

The heavens must have heard his prayers, as the elevator activated once more and brought them down to ground level. The moment the doors opened, Zen sprinted out, not caring that he nearly bowled over a business lady on his way out.

***

707: Aww, looks like C&R’s IT staff fixed my jam

Jaehee Kang: I could only stall them for so long.

MC: Heh, Jumin looks so confused right now

Yoosung★: For a moment I thought they were going to make out on the floor

707: If only ;.; 707: We just needed more time!

Jaehee Kang: I don't think that would have helped since they started arguing again.

Saeran: We need to start coming up with better ideas, this obviously isn’t working

V: Don’t worry, I’m sure we can think of something.

MC: That’s the spirit!

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