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dreamdropxoxo · 3 years

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From the kisses prompts, 2 for lamen?? ♥️

Hi dear anon and thank you so much for your prompt!

Sorry it took so long for me to write it. But here it is, finally.

I (once again) wrote too much for this one xD But bear with me. I needed to include the setting 😂 I sincerely hope you like it ❤️

The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here).

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

Laurent had no idea how he had ended up in this situation. Well- that was not entirely true, he reflected. As always, it was Auguste’s fault, or maybe his own fault because he could never say no to his own brother in his mindless adoration for him.

Whatever. It didn‘t do him much good to dwell on the reasons for his current predicament.

Because here he sat, in a kissing booth of all places. He hated the world a little.

Beside him sat Lykaios, his teammate (born in Akielos but proud Veretian since her fifth birthday), with a nervous and slightly panicked expression on her face. Which meant that he couldn‘t freak out.

“Everything will be alright. It’s only one hour and then Vannes and Nicaise will take over. We can get through one hour,“ he said in a soothing voice. Lykaios looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Her smile was shaky, but it was there.

“Yes. You‘re right.“ Her voice was feeble and the blond man had no idea how they could put Lykaios out there. She was much too nice and soft and compliant and vulnerable.

Laurent wanted to bang his head against the booth.

When Auguste appeared beside him out of nowhere, he glared at his older brother who grinned like they had already won the championship.

“Now you two. Prime time for my two most desired team members according to multiple sources. How are you feeling? The queue is going out of the door.“ He looked smug and Laurent contemplated hitting him over the head, but that would probably end badly for the championship, with Auguste being the head-trainer and all, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“I can‘t decide if I hate you or the Akielon team more for starting this whole shit show.“ Because while Auguste was the initiator for the Veretian kissing booth, the Akielons had started the asininity spreading like a disease by auctioning off dates with their star team members.

The Patrans had immediately followed with a charity function where their team performed choreographed strip shows and finally the Vaskians had issued a calendar with their stars photographed in the nude.

While Laurent could absolutely stand behind the cause (which was collecting money for the for the climate. Partly because it was good publicity and partly because they were all aware of the fact that large sport events were harmful to the climate and their higher-ups felt a little bit guilty) he couldn’t stand behind the means to achieve their donations. Kissing strangers for an hour was not how he would’ve tackled the issue.

That was the result of Drunk Auguste, who was even more ridiculously charming than Sober Auguste and managed to not only persuade their higher-ups but also the rest of the team of his unbelievably stupid plan. And one or two shots too many had made Laurent promise to bow to the decision of the rest of the team. He drank two times a year and that’s what comes of it. He seriously considered never drinking again.

Auguste pulled a face. “Sorry Lauri, but really, everybody wants to kiss you two. I had to install a rule that nobody from the team could partake.“ The horrified look on Lykaios‘ face was encompassing exactly what Laurent was thinking, although he kept his face carefully devoid of any emotion.

“Well, whatever. Good luck you two. I’ll be there and make sure you’re both perfectly safe. Nothing will happen to you and if either of you needs a break, you tell me, alright?“ Auguste waited for their nod and then went to lift the curtain.

The queue was really enormous and Laurent groaned a bit while Lykaios blanched.

After five minutes Laurent was very grateful for all the mints handed out at the entrance.

After the quarter of an hour Laurent was very confident in his knowledge that he was indeed very gay.

After half an hour Laurent was sure he would punch the next person trying to slip their tongue inside his mouth.

After forty minutes Lykaios needed a break and Laurent was pretty sure that she wouldn‘t return for some time. He wanted to throttle someone.

After forty-two minutes Vannes plopped down next to him. She grinned brightly at the assembled masses and kissed the next person in line (a dark haired woman) with gusto. Laurent felt relieved and betrayed at the same time.

After fifty minutes, he started the 600 seconds countdown in his head.

After fifty-three minutes there was a commotion at the entrance and the mass of people parted like the Red Sea. Through the resulting corridor strolled Damianos and Aktis with a muttering Nikandros in tow.

The blood roared in Laurent’s ears and he felt a red haze descend over his vision. How dare this Akielon brute to show up at the place of his torture issued to him by the very same savage beast of a man?! He was sure he’d explode every moment.

Only his iron control kept him from standing and walking out through the door. Auguste clapped the golden boy of their competition on the shoulder and laughed at something Damianos said. Hadn’t Laurent already known that his brother was a damn traitor, he would know now.

However, everything went eerily silent when Damianos entered the stage. What the fuck was happening here? Even Laurent couldn‘t make sense of the situation. When the brute walked towards him with a decisive swagger, he could hear the whispers all around them.

“Hello, sweetheart.“ Damianos grinned at him, his dimple was really that adorable. Laurent couldn’t really blame the papers for doing a back-flip over it, not after seeing it that close in combination with the devastating smile.

“Did you get lost? Wouldn’t surprise me.“ Laurent carefully underlined his words with a layer of ice. Damianos’ grin widened.

“No. I really do want to kiss you and I have exactly four minutes left, don’t I?“

Laurent felt his breath catch. That made no sense. Damianos was here to take part in the kissing booth? Was he out of his bloody mind? Well, if that was what he wanted, Laurent would do his job, like he had done the last fifty-six minutes.

He held Damianos’ face between his hands (damn that jawline, honestly!) and pulled him down to press their lips together in a fleeting kiss. Then he pulled back a fraction. He expected the Akielon to step back, make a joke and wave at the people staring at them before vanishing.

He didn’t expect him to lean back in, bury one hand in his hair, tilting his head back and kissing him breathless.

Damianos kissed exactly like Laurent remembered from their ill-advised one night together three months ago after a friendly competition.

He licked over Laurent’s bottom lip, tugged at it softly with his teeth until the blond gasped softly and opened his mouth. The moment the skillful tongue slipped between his parted lips Laurent felt his knees go weak. He was grateful for Damen‘s arm around his waist that propped him up.

Everything about the kiss was hungry and passionate. The way Damen’s hand gripped Laurent’s waist and his hair, the way his tongue explored his mouth, the way his teeth nibbled on his lips and the way he breathed into the kiss, hard and elevated.

Laurent gripped the soft fabric of his shirt in his hands, pressing closer, pulling him in further. Fuck, but this felt good.

When Damen pulled back, his pupils were dilated, but the expression in his eyes was soft, his cheeks were flushed and a blinding smile was all over his lips. “Would you go out with me? On a date, please?“ he asked and Laurent was helpless in the face of such open adoration. “Yes. But you‘ll have to pay for those four minutes. I‘m expensive.“

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thickenmyblood · 4 years

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I love how you really put a lot of thought into how you regard and read fanfic as well as how you respond to questions about how you feel aout it. Can I ask what are some parts/ideas in fics that really made you go wow, this is well planned or like I never would have thought about this or I forgot that this plot point and device were even a thing! I hope this makes sense

I love you, kind stranger. Thank you for reading my delirious posts and giving me the chance to scream about fics, which is always a pleasure.

Note: If your fic is in this post and you don’t want it to be, let me know and I’ll take it down.

Zeitnot by thereshaegoes

I love the idea of time travel, so when I read this fic’s summary I bookmarked it instantly. At first, I thought it was going to be eight chapters of Laurent waking up the day of the battle of Marlas, but the author really surprised me.

I loved that someone died at the end of each chapter (at first, at least) but what really made me go ‘oh’ is when Lauret realizes the Damen from “this new reality” is, in fact, his Damen!

Damen not being with Jokaste was weird to me, but I shrugged it off as a personal choice the author had made. Then, when Damen was talking about abolishing slavery, I was still in denial. ‘Oh, well, some people don’t like to write Damen as a slave owner, which is cool’. And then, when the big reveal finally came, I was just… amazed. I literally put my phone down and went, ‘okay, this person really knows what they’re doing when it comes to writing’.

I love the little plot twists. In my head, a plot twist most basic example is ‘oh, X is a traitor’ but… this? This is so much better.

Between the Shadow and the Soul by Anonymous

This work was… insanely refreshing, innovative, transgressive, and outrageously good. It does feature a lot of sex scenes, but at the same time, it felt like sex was the least important part of the story. I don’t know how to explain myself when it comes to this fic (and God knows I’ve tried) but… The sex scenes aren’t there just for the smut of it all, if that makes any sense.

Auguste as a narrator is so unusual, and yet it made the fic so painful and enjoyable! I loved the way it left you wondering just how accurate his POV was. I loved the sex scenes with actual characterization. This author never, not even for one second, stopped focusing on the dynamic between Laurent, Auguste, and Damen. It could be argued that the Laurent/Auguste bit weighted more than the overall OT3 bit, but still… I had literally forgotten what sex scenes were for until I read this fic.

Sex scenes, especially in this particular work, are not parentheses in the story. They’re not there for the reader to take a break from the “actual plot” or “narration”. They are what holds the story together, and they’re opportunities for the reader to learn more about the characters

Cherry Wine by SteeleStingray

Yes, I’m back on my bullshit. Yes, I’m talking about CW again. But I’ll make it short because there is no way you don’t know how I feel about this work. If you don’t, check out this comment (which, by the way, is not even a fraction of what I wanted to say to the author when I read the fic).

What I found innovative and made me go “is this allowed?” about CW is not the idea of an OT3, but rather this particular take on a relationship that consists of three people. I’ve read a few published books that feature similar couples (all of them suck, and when I say they suck I mean it) so I was very hesitant to read this because of that reason.

Usually, when people write OT3 they pepper in a lot of stuff I don’t like to read about: extreme jealousy, misunderstandings, cheating, weird dynamics that feel stilted, awkward sex scenes where one of the three just sits in a chair and watches the other two like some voyeur from Juan José Saer’s stories. Guess what doesn’t happen in CW?

Another thing I liked about this work is that it reminded me that themes in fiction aren’t limited to one specific work. This author really likes nicknames. At the time, when I had only read CW, I thought it was just a one-time thing. Turns out, it’s not. An emerald-coloured nightmare also features nicknames. I like this idea that you can tell who wrote something based on little details and narrative choices. It’s like the author is winking at you, going ‘ha, did you get it?’

Ink on Paper by deripmaver

I don’t usually like fics with non-linear narrative because I’m a lazy bitch who can’t keep up. I’d never really seen the point in using flashbacks, scenes from the past, or anything like that because my writing style (oh, fuck off, my writing style, who the fuck do I think I am) is more about references. And then I read this fic. And I was like, ‘okay, I’ve seen the light of not writing everything linearly like an idiot’.

The Mannequin Gallery by marrieddorks

Yes, I realize I’m talking about all my favorite fics. I feel no shame.

This fic is a Modern AU. Everyone who has ever written a Modern AU knows that one of the trickiest parts is finding characters professions that make sense with who they are/what they like/what they’re good at. This story features Damen as an influencer. That’s it, that’s my whole tweet.

It reminded me that even when you’re writing a Modern AU (or any sort of AU, really) it’s important to know what the essence of the characters you’re writing is. The way even Jord’s job makes sense… And how it feels like the author didn’t just steal the characters’ names and use them to create a random story (which is valid, too)... and… Okay, this has nothing to do with a plot twist or a narrative device but have you read this Nicaise? Have you? You haven’t read Nicaise until you’ve read this fic.

(and that's why) you're so beautiful now by iwasgonegonegone

This fic is 612 words. It has no plot. One of the tags reads, “listen they're in love and they're cute and that's all i have to say” and I… yes. This fic inspired me to write plot-less stories again. Not only that, it made me enjoy writing them.

Lately, I’ve been talking to a friend of mine about a new pairing we both like a lot. We go back and forth for hours sometimes just talking about what they’d do, details about the worldbuilding, a billion ‘what-ifs’... and I love it. If one of us sat down to write a story based on all our conversations, it would be a character study fic. It would have, maybe, some plot to it, but… Plot would feel like an excuse to talk about their relationship. And I love that. I fucking hate plot, I hate it, and this… Yes. This fic is like a little slice of life. The author has mentioned before that they enjoy writing poetry (more than longer pieces of fiction) and this story reads like a poem. You know when you read a poem and you get this weird tingly feeling? Read this and feel that, you’re welcome.

The Life We Live by homewithyou

I’ve said before that I don’t go looking for mpreg. Sometimes, mpreg has come looking for me, and I’ve closed my door on its face. I read this fic mainly because I never pay attention to the tags on AO3 (healthy, I know) and I was too busy making myself toast to read the summary.

I was five paragraphs in and this bit hit me like a fucking electric hammer to the head: “...which had been going haywire more often than not since the pregnancy began five months ago.” I was like, ‘wait, did I—am I reading—why am I—’ and then I just shut my mouth and continued reading. I’m glad I did. I’m glad I didn’t let my narrowmindedness stop me from giving this fic a try. I’m glad people out there are writing stories that they enjoy, about topics a few others would deem controversial.

This also applies to the Lamen/Auguste fic I mentioned above. What’s the point of writing if you’re not going to take risks and be honest about what you like to write about? It takes honesty and commitment to write anything that strays from the norm. And so I’m glad this person posted this story, because it changed me in a small way (‘what if I shut the fuck up and read more mpreg instead of instantly clicking out?’).

This is another perfect example of how plot is poison and you don’t need it in your life (unless you enjoy poison. In that case consume the plot, write the plot, sniff the plot. And die). A morning in bed, just nuzzling and talking… living life… Again, this made me realize that you can say a lot about two characters just from a morning in bed. It made me want to write 25 pages of dialogue in bed (this and Manuel Puig’s book titled Kiss of the spider woman, which I recommend fervently).

Plot? In this house? We don’t know her. You’re a strong, independent writer. You don’t need no plot.

For a more general response, I’d say that Steele’s worldbuilding is impeccable and made me look at the setting of stories differently.

Foreshadowing is always amazing, but I haven’t read a lot of fics where it’s a prominent element (which is not to say authors aren’t good at it, I just don’t read enough fics to give you a good example of this).

I really like oxymorons and when writers use funny adverbs. GallaPlacidia’s adverbs are to die for, so definitely check out her stories if you’re interested in that.

I also love the way xlydiadeetz writes archs. She does this thing where she divides the story into different… timelines? archs? I… don’t even know. Amazing.

I hope this answer made sense.

#anon #thereshaegoes #steelestingray #deripmaver #marrieddorks #iwasgonegonegone #homewithyou #this is my trying to tag #i... suck at it as you can tell

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hxney-lemcn · 4 years

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Fallen Angel

Word Count: 1,810

Pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader

Fandom: Obey Me!

Warning: Angst to fluff

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((Y/n)'s p.o.v.)

When Lucifer and his brothers rebelled it shook the heavens. Angels were not sure what to think and everyone just tried to forget it. They were ashamed that such high ranked angels went against their own father.

I on the other hand could not forget what others could. I was close to Lucifer and his brothers so when they fell it hurt me worse than I could imagine. Everyday I longed to see them all once more to just hug them and know that they are okay. The other angels avoided me due to the fact that I was so close to the family. I'm sure they feared that I would try and continue what they couldn't, but I wouldn't even dream of it.

Ezekiel tapped my shoulder making me look his way. "Hello," I said giving him a smile.

"Micheal wants to speak with you," He spoke looking at me with worry.

"Oh," Was all I could say as I felt my mind go black. I know this wasn't going to end well for me.

"Come on I'll walk you there," He said softly with a gentle smile.

Ezekiel became my close friend after the war and he knew how I felt about everything. I knew I was safe with him and he went out of his way to make sure I felt safe and loved. His light brown hair and blue eyes shone brightly whenever we would be together. He made me feel at home but I still longed for something...that something being Lucifer.

I knew I loved Lucifer when he was still an angel. I fell for him and no one could compare. He was mature and strict but compassionate. He would always dish out his shining smile for everyone and he took care of his work with diligence. He was highly looked up too and I was one of those angels. My heart still belongs to him.

Everyone saw how after the war I was less productive and that I wasn't as happy. Aren't angels supposed to be holy beings who don't judge or sin? Most of the angels that knew me stopped hanging around me. There was also gossip about me supposedly rebelling next. Ezekiel was the only one who stood next to me without regret.

Ezekiel and I walked in silence, there was tension which confirmed it in my head that this was not good. Something bad was going to happen to me. I glanced at Ezekiel noticing the frown that was on his face causing a frown to cover mine as well. My heart hurt thinking of the worse that could happen, I fall from heaven.

"(Y-y/n)," Ezekiel breathed out looking at me with an unsettling seriousness. We stood in front of where Micheal stayed as Ezekiel grabbed my hands bringing me closer to him. "I just want you to know that I love you and you will always have a special spot in my heart." When he finished he was crying a bit. My heart ached as I knew I couldn't love him in that way, also with the fact that this will be the last time I will see this sweetheart.

"I'm sorry that I can't reciprocate your feelings," I mumbled also feeling tears run down my face. "But you will also always hold a special place in my heart." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and I walked into the temple.

Micheal was staring out a window and turned to me as I walked up to him. I bowed in respect as I spoke up softly, "You called for me sir."

"I'm sorry that I'm the one to tell you this," He started with a solemn look. "The concern of our fellow angels has lead for this decision to be made."

"I understand," I said feeling my heart shatter, yet there was some hope that filtered in. I might see Lucifer and be reunited with his brothers. He closed his eyes, he seemed oddly genuine about this whole ordeal.

"Please don't blame the others," Micheal said placing a hand on my shoulder. "I made sure you will be taken care of when you fall." I nodded trying to keep myself composed, yet that failed when he gave me a warm hug. I felt sobs rack through my body as I shook. I clung onto Micheal's robes as fear consumed me. He let go and suddenly I fell through the floor. My eyes widened and my breath got caught in my throat. A scream ripped through my body as I stared up my hands reaching up. My tears floating above me as I continued to fall. Everything looked blurry, my hair covering my face as it all went black.

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The first thing I noticed was the pounding in my head. Squeezing my eyes I put my hand up to my head.

"I see you're finally awake," a smooth voice spoke out. I opened my eyes to see a man with green hair and dark green eyes. "I shall get Lord Diavolo." He bowed and walked out.

I sat up looking around. I was in a nice room and a fancy bed. The sheets felt like silk and I was dressed in a nightgown. Who dressed me? Was it that butler? Why was I here again?

Oh...

right.

I kept my gaze down remembering the traumatic events that unfolded in a small amount of time. So that means I'm a demon now...The door opened revealing a well dressed man who was as bright as the sun.

He greeted me with a warm smile, "Hello there, I am Diavolo. The future ruler of the Devildom." My eyes widened, why was I here then? Was this who was supposed to take care of me like Micheal said before?

"N-nice to meet you," I said bowing my head. "I am (y/n)...f-fallen angel," I whispered the last part.

"That must have been very hard," Diavolo said with empathy. "You are arranged to stay in the House of Lamenation and attend R.A.D. You are given a week to settle down. Barbatos, please explain the rest to her, I'm quite busy at the moment." Lord Diavolo left giving me one last reassuring smile.

"Here are some clothes for you to change into," Barbatos handed me a pile of neatly folded clothes. "Please get ready, Lucifer will be here to pick you up soon." Barbatos sent me a slight smirk when he said Lucifer.

When I heard the name Lucifer pass his lips I felt my heart beat ten times faster. I started to tremble and my mind started to reel. Barbatos left me alone to get ready. I slid out of the sheets and put on the outfit. It was nothing like my angel attire but I shouldn't complain. I looked in the mirror and my normal glow was no longer there. I felt weirdly numb as I stared into the mirror, I couldn't wrap my head around this situation. I knew it was going to happen yet I still can't accept it.

I must've been thinking for a long time since Barbatos knocked on my door and opening it straight after. "Lucifer is here," He said motioning me to follow him. I followed him into the main hallway and there stood Lucifer in all his glory. My stomach was churning and I couldn't think straight.

Lucifer wasn't wearing his angel ware like I had last saw him, instead he wore a black uniform with red highlights. He was still as beautiful as he was before. My breath hitched and I couldn't stop my body from moving on its own. I ran up to him and gave him a giant hug, tears running down my face once again. Everything came crashing down onto me all at once.

"(Y/n)?" He said in surprise. I looked up at his face to see many emotions running through his red eyes. He hesitantly patted my head trying to calm me down. I could see the contradicting feelings in his eyes as he didn't know how to feel.

"I-I fell f-f-from grace," I stuttered slightly hiccuping. "I m-missed you so m-m-much." I buried my face into his chest feeling better just with his presence.

"Oh Lucifer!" A cheery voice called out. "I see you already know why I needed you here now!" Lord Diavolo explained everything to Lucifer about how I was now staying with him. Lucifer nodded in understanding and brought me to the house of Lamenation. He was quiet the whole time, probably mulling over the entire situation.

Once we entered we were immediately greeted by Mammon. "Are ya with a girl?! Hell really is goin ta-" I cut him off with a hug which flustered the second born.

"Mammon!" I shouted in joy. Now all I could feel was joy, this wasn't going to be so bad if I'm living with all the brothers. They all welcomed me with open arms but were confused as to how I even fell. They were angry but happy I was with them now. Lucifer was acting weirdly though, he was distant and avoided me.

I wasn't going to stand for it though. I spent all those years worrying and feeling heartbroken over this demon and he wasn't just going to brush me off when we finally got a reunion. I gently knocked on his door waiting for a reply.

"Come in," I heard him reply through the door. I opened it slowly and walked in closing the door behind me. "Did you need something?" He asked not even looking up from his work.

"Lucifer we need to talk," I said in a serious tone, I was pissed off. He looked up at me and sighed out. "What's wrong, do you not want me here?" I asked starting to feel vulnerable. Maybe he never liked me back and I was just being delusional. All those times we shared together meaning nothing to him.

"Sit," He ordered pointing to a chair. I dragged it next to Lucifer and sat down waiting for an explanation. He stared at me getting his thoughts together. "I just...I am glad you're here with us once again," He started grabbing one of my hands with his gloved ones. "I just wish it wouldn't be in this way." I then realized he felt guilty.

"If I'm with you than I don't care where I am," I said honestly grabbing his other hand staring into his eyes. I could only feel love for this man in front of me. "I love you Lucifer." My cheeks warmed up and I looked away feeling flustered. Lucifer placed a hand on my cheek and turned my face to look at him. He also had a red tint covering his face.

"I love you too," He said leaning in for a kiss.

#lucifer #luciferxreader #lucifer x reader #x reader #xreader #obey me #obeyme #fluff #fanfic

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venus-says · 4 years

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Kamen Rider Ghost Episodes 17-50

Ghosts are spooky.

Coming out later than it should, it is finally here, the final review on Kamen Rider Ghost. I avoided writing this review as much as I could, but if I wanted to move on I had to get this out so, here we are.

Yes, by my tone you probably already guessed that I didn't like Ghost. But it's not really that I disliked it, is more that I didn't feel anything for it?

If you asked me to describe Ghost in one word that word would be: forgettable. Because at the end of the day Ghost hasn't left an impression on me, and if it weren't for all the notes I made and the screenshots I took I wouldn't remember a single thing about this show, and it's not because time has passed, because I still remember W, heck I still remember a lot of thing from Fourze and Drive that are seasons that I hate. But for Ghost, I couldn't remember a thing. To write this post I had to read my notes five times, while looking at the screenshots I took, and with the Wikia page open so that I could locate myself, I also needed a help from YouTube to remember a few of the scenes.

But giving credit where its due, my experience with Ghost wasn't just a bunch of boredom and confusion, it had a few good moments, in particular the second part of it. Yes, it had its flaws, most of what I mentioned in my first post was present, but they had new additions that were interesting and that, judging by my notes, got me very engaged. Sadly, when the third portion started all that was interesting was dropped and what we got was a big pile of mess that didn't make a lot of sense, and that had no meaning at all, at least none that I could see hidden in all that madness. That final arc made things look very empty and without a purpose. And it's sad that it went that way because, and I'm gonna sound repetitive here, they had great concepts and pretty damn good visuals but the execution lacked a lot.

I don't really have a direction to line up my thoughts about everything that happened in these 30+ episodes so I'll do the same thing I did for Gaim and go character by character here, starting with the Riders:

Takeru was bland (look at me repeating myself again), to me he had no personality at all. He was very wasted, like the dude died and he's a ghost, that was supposed to be cool, and it wasn't. They could use his backstory with religion play a part in this, but the most it did for him was seeing him meditating here and there, the fact he grew up in a temple didn't make much difference for him. They could've made some cool stuff with his dad, have him like a spiritual guide or something, but no the most we got was a few scenes that lacked emotion and it wasn't fun to see. And another repeated complaint, the number of times he died and came back and had his countdown restarted was a joke, just like his motivational speeches that are generic as fuck and never hit the mark, at least with me.

There was a single time where I started feeling like Takeru was interesting and it was when he started being a bitch and all heroic Eyecons left him because they couldn't sense the heroicness on him or something like that. I thought that moment would give him a personality and it could start a journey of persona growing as he would have to gather all Eyecons again. But then the show dumped a bucket of pig's blood on my face and made all Eyecons get back to him in the same episode and the most we got in the development department was those horrible scenes where the Eyecons would drag Takeru inside them to have vague conversations that are meant to sound deep and smart but that only sound dumb (just like me in this blog).

Makoto... was useless. I know this is a running gag about secondary riders, but I never felt that SO MUCH like I did with Makoto. The dude did nothing, this whole time. He got controlled by the enemies, AGAIN, then we know his also kind of a ghost because his body is in the Ganma's dimension, but that was just a convenience to give him his power-up, then he spends some time doing nothing just to bump with a side-plot about him having copies of himself that pretty much goes nowhere because most of the times the copies only interact with him and it's just a waste of time. And don't get me started on the implications that he loves his sister more than he should because that's a disgusting hole I don't wanna get in because I don't want this post to become as long as a scientific article.

Alain was definitely my favorite of the riders, I dare say my favorite member of this whole cast. His story is rough, I admit it's very hard to see anything interesting on him at the start. But when all shit goes down with his family and he gets his "redemption arc" it's a true delight to see him. His whole thing with the Takoyaki lady was very pretty and very emotional and it was definitely the high point of the season to me, it really hit me hard seeing the lady die, and I understand that this is a show for kids and they don't wanna be sad and gloomy all the time but I really think the show needed more moments like this, you know? Make us really think about death, and how that affects the living. It's a shame that in the third act Alain had to deal with the whole mess with his family and seeing his own people being pulverized for no reason at all because it felt that they traded something more unique to a very generic thing.

Moving to side characters, Akari remained consistently interesting, of course, I think they could've used her way more seeing that she's supposed to be the scientific side in a very spiritual show, but it felt like they only used her science background when it was convenient for them, they didn't make much of a discussion. Regardless of that I still like her, I like how she's not a romantic interest, she's somewhat very proactive, and even though he sucks at it she does kick some ass. Sadly most of the time they just make her the Straight Man to Onari who's one of the worst characters ever because he's annoying as hell, he's character is very flat-lined, he doesn't have an arc, he doesn't change, he's just there for bad comedy. Heck that guy who's an apprentice in the temple, the one that has the mom with the lamen shop, I think Shibuya is his name, he has more of a character than Onori, he even has more of a character than Makoto's sister who took over the role of the token girl and as a token girl she only serves to be Makoto's motivation and Alain's romantic pair and has nothing of her own.

We also had Cubi and the other Mozart Ganma that were a very interesting concept of a MOTW who develops a personality that is a leftover from their "human counterpart" in the Ganma world, but instead of making something cool with it they just drop the concept, the two go away and disappear for a big chunk of the show just to come back at the end for a very small participation if I'm remembering it correctly and it's just a disappointment.

Closing the good guys' side are Yurusen and Edith. I said Yurusen was annoying at the beginning but that little thing grew on me, also the revelation at the end that Yurusen was actually a cat makes it impossible for me to dislike it so... the same can't be said about Edith. I'm sorry but I hate the guy, more or less because I don't get him. Like, he's supposed to be a double agent? But he always seems so shady to both sides so it can mean that he has his own agenda and that he's helping both sides in order to get what he wants but nothing ever comes out of it and it's just frustrating.

I was planning on doing a section about the villains and go on each one of them, but their plotline is so confusing, I didn't understand it while watching it and I most definitely won't be able to do this based only in my confused notes so I'll just bundle them up in a single paragraph.

So basically their thing is basically an alien invasion plot, their world is bad so they're trying to invade Earth and take over. It seems like a simple plot, but the way they do this is confusing as hell. To begin with, there's that Demia project that on paper sounds amazing but when you have Igor as the head of the project it just makes for something that is really hard to watch and pay attention to because he's head-on-head with Onari trying to see who's the more annoying, and the show seems more concerned in making him have a gag with women hitting him rather than explaining what is going on with this plan. Then on top of that, we have the political/familiar drama with Alain's family that I couldn't care less because they didn't bother to explain well what goes on in this family. And it all just becomes messier when Adel gets to power and the Ganmeizers become a thing because it feels like one of those things that came out of nowhere and they're way too overpowered but they still get defeated in a regular basis somehow. And then they all become a god-like entity or something at the end, and I really don't know what to make out of this. Honestly, if you watched Ghost and understood how this progression happened please explain to me, I need answers.

I feel like I talked a lot and at the same time that I didn't write a single word. There are so many other things in this show that I want to complain, like those ridiculous possessions the Eyecons do, that random idol-centric episode, how inconsistent they are about the difficulty of getting to the Ganma world, how Alain's sister can become a rider but she just gets her ass kicked and we never see her in action again, the way Takeru's dad in so keen on putting so many responsibilities into someone who was just a kid and how they wanted to make him be a chosen one, some of the portrayals of historical figures that seem kinda offensive at some points, the excuses for power-ups, and so on and so forth. But I gotta be honest my energy is starting to run down so I think I'll wrap up here, I know there's a lot else that happens but I pretty much said everything I had to say anyway so I think I made my case and there's no reason to make this post longer than it already is.

Now I'm curious, what are your thoughts on Ghost? Do you agree? Disagree? Should I have watched the show again before making this review? Let me know in the comments. If everything goes right this week I should have the post about the Ghost movies up as well, that'll probably be better since I won't be working from my bad memory. In any case, stay healthy, stay safe, never stop resisting, thank you so much for reading, and until the next time, see ya~

#Kamen Rider Ghost #kamen rider

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Auguste Survives AU (cuz I need content)

Marlas. Auguste wakes up several days after the war against Akielos is over, with a huge scar all over his chest where Damen hit him with the sword. For about two months, Aguste is in total pain (can't even stand) and thank you 13 years old Laurent to take good care of your brother.

Akielos has Delpha. Nobody cares for them anymore.

Coronation day. Auguste becomes the King of Vere. He's a good King. We all know he is. Laurent, super proud of his big bro (and living the happiest adolescence with no stress, no drama, no aBUSIVE UNCLES WHATSOEVER) writes several ballads and songs for the good kingdom of Auguste.

Now. Shit gets down.

The Regent (still a piece of crap) and Kastor (same shithead) ally to overthrow both Theomedes and Auguste. Damen is sent to Vere as bed slave. Same as Captive Prince. BUT THIS TIME, DumbAMIANOS, tries his luck and asks Auguste to help him fight Kastor. AGAIN, Auguste is a good King. Puts their differences behind and helps Damen. Laurent is a bit more ... hostile? Yep, we can say that.

NOW A FEW BITES FROM AUGUSTE LIFE WITH LAMEN GOING AROUND HIM

1. Auguste done after all the arguing Damen and Laurent have. One ends with Damen hitting Laurent (he talked shit about Jokaste), and you know, Laurent kinda likes flogging people.

Auguste. "Laurent, you're grounded. Men of honor don't flog Kings. Not even Akielon Kings. You could have killed him".

Laurent, mumbling "that was kinda the point"

"Laurent, speak louder, nobody could hear you"

"Brother, he tried to kill you"

"But he's cute, and it's a pity to kill him now. Anyway, Damianos, if you dare to land a hand on my brother again, I promise, you won't be that lucky fighting the god of death as I was on our last meeting"

He says this not really because he thinks Laurent need protection. Kinda more cause that's what older siblings do.

WELL THEY STOP FIGHTING, and guess what?!??? LAURENT KINDA APPRECIATES DAMEN'S COMPANY. So does Auguste (they've lot in common, like, being pretty sex driven, but I'm not gonna talk bout that), BUT WITH LAURENT IS A TOTAL DIFFERENT THING. YIN AND YANG SHIT, YA KNOW? Damen teaches Laurent Akielon sports, and Laurent makes Damen read Veretian book known to very few people just so that he has someone to talk to about his favorite novels. AUGUSTE STARTS SHIPPING THEM. JORD IS ABSOLUTELY DONE (give this man a break)

2. Auguste and Damen get drunk at the Vask camp and we all know what happens, while Laurent goes back to his tent to read a book (he says so, but he's actually going to write notes about Damen in his secret diary, don't fight me, we know he has one. He writes things like "Damen likes it when you ..." LET IMAGINATION FLOW MY FRIENDS). The morning after, Auguste tells Laurent "You'd very much like Damianos in bed"

3. Auguste making sex jokes about Damen in Vaskian, and Laurent flushing, and Damen understanding nothing (that's the point of Vaskian)

4. NOT LAMEN RELATED BUT I REALLY NEED THIS, SO HERE WE GO! Auguste and Jord being best friends, the way Damen and Nikandros are, except that at some point Auguste starts to lowkey flirt with Jord and the whole Aimeric story doesn't happen because when Jord is talking to Damen about "not being used to bed aristocrats", Auguste is there AND AT THE BEGINNING GIGGLES A LITTLE (really enjoying the fact that everyone thinks that his brother and Damen are having sex, a rumor he started, as the good ship captain he is) AND THEN GOES, WITH ABSOLUTE NO-CHALANCE, "wanna give it a try with a King?"

5. LAURENT IMMEDIATELY GOES TO AUGUSTE AFTER THE KISS ON THE BATTLEMENTS TELLING HIM EVERYTHING CUZ HE'S TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD, AND AGAIN AFTER CHAPTER 19 BEING ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH DAMEN AND JUST SO HAPPY AND RELAXED. And Auguste goes "But, Laurent, Damen tried to kill me" AND LAURENT HAS A PANIC ATTACK CUZ HIS BROTHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT, AND HE JUST HAD SEX (i'm sorry, made love) WITH HIS ARCHENEMY. Auguste, seeing his brother basically in tears:

"I'M MESSING WITH YOU. SO tell me: does the giant animal fuck good?"

"I thought you liked women"

"never said I don't like men"

"well... He's my man"

"Fine! Wanna go horse riding? I need a little fresh air"

Laurent stays silent

"SO HE DOES FUCK GOOD!"

#captive prince #prince's gambit #kings rising #auguste of vere #auguste live au #auguste live #auguste survive au #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos #damen of akielos #damen #laurent #damen and laurent #lamen #jord #jord and auguste #nikandros #c s pacat

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behind-the-hood · 5 years

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Just reread the Hoe Laurent AU on AO3 and I have so many questions! How did D & L meet? Was it in the context of Laurent’s job or completely random? If random, how and when did Laurent tell D about his job? Why was Laurent a hoe? Is it related to his uncle? For the money, to pay for school? Does he now have another job since he’s committed to Damen? Does Kastor ever try to use it against Lamen and is shocked that Damen already knows? Does Jokaste know? Basically I want their whole story😍

Lazar's cock down his throat hadn't been the worst part of his day, but shoving a pillow over his face while he rode him to completion had certainly been the highlight.

Laurent turned his cheek to Lazar when he tried to kiss Laurent on his way out. "Awe, baby, don't be like that," he cooed, turning Laurent's chin.

"Lazar, get out before I kick you out."

Lazar laughed and left, promising to be back soon. And he would be. He came to Laurent easily twice a week.

And Laurent let him back into his bed, because despite the flirting, Lazar didn't actually want to commit himself to Laurent.

Which was fine, because Laurent wasn't looking for commitment. He liked having guys come to him to get their rocks off, to get his rocks off, and then leave because they had no further use for one another. It kept things simple. Laurent had too much going on in his life to worry about a boyfriend.

It was barely half an hour later before a knock came to his door. Jord stood on the other side, blushing and nervous. He always was when he came to Laurent. So Laurent pulled him in and took the lead, how Jord liked it.

Meeting Damen had been a turning point in his life. At first, it had just been a one off in a club's bathroom. But Damen had given him his number afterward, and Laurent had accepted, because Damen had a fantastic dick and Laurent would hate to never feel it inside him again.

Then the hookups started, and they were amazing too.

And before he knew it, he was turning people away at his door and instead waiting for Damen to come over so they could watch movies.

Something had blossomed so slowly and delicately between them, Laurent hadn't realized how hard he was falling for Damen until he was already head over heels. So when he got a job offer on the other side of the country, his dream job with the company he'd hoped to work for since he'd graduated high school, he'd been devistated.

He knocked on the door to Damen's apartment, and wanted to cry when Damen kissed him after he came in. He'd held his face in his hands and wasn't ready to let go.

He wasn't ready to let go.

Damen pulled away from him when he felt Laurent take a shuddering breath.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" he asked, his voice gentle, hands holding Laurent's.

Laurent couldn't meet his eyes. He knew if he did, he would stay.

And he couldn't stay.

"I'm moving," he started. "I got a job offer and--and I couldn't turn it down."

Damen isn't dumb, he never was. He was silent for a moment, his hands growing tighter around Laurent's, then, "How far is it?" he'd asked, voice as broken as Laurent's.

"It's in New York," he'd whispered.

Damen had pulled Laurent into his arms, and he'd held him in the entryway to his apartment for what felt like an hour. It probably was.

Damen kissed his head, then held it to his chest. "Is this the end, then?"

Laurent's hands fisted into his shirt, and he bit his lip hard. He couldn't make himself say the words, so he'd nodded instead.

Damen let out a harsh breath and held him tighter. "I don't want it to be the end, Laurent."

And Laurent didn't want to come here only to leave in tears, but it had happened and he couldn't stop it. Laurent couldn't find his voice, his throat was too tight, choking back sobs and hiccups.

"I love you, Laurent."

And they broke free.

"Please," he begged. "Please, don't make this harder than it already is."

And Damen had nodded, because all he ever tried to do was make Laurent happy and comfortable. He was perfect. There would never be another like him.

Laurent could feel the tears falling into his hair, his own soaking into Damen's shirt.

They probably stood there for another hour, crying and trying to stop, and then crying some more.

When Damen finally caught his breath enough to speak, his mouth still pressed to Laurent's hair, he asked, "When do you leave?"

It took Laurent far longer to catch his own breath and answer. "They're giving me a month, so my lease runs out."

Damen nodded, sniffed.

Laurent squeezed his eyes shut, then loosened his grip. "I have to go, Damen," he whispered.

"Not yet," he pleaded.

"Damen."

"Let me come with you."

Laurent blinked, then turned his head up. Damen's eyes were rimmed red and his cheeks had tear track running down them. Laurent likely looked no better, and his hair was probably a mess. "What?"

"Let me come with you," he repeated. "We have such a beautiful story, Laurent. Don't let this be the end."

Laurent gave a wet laugh, because Damen would reference his passion. "Even the most popular love stories have tragic endings, Damen."

"Ours doesn't have to," he insisted.

Laurent frowned. "Your family is here. You wouldn't leave them."

"They will always be my family. But if I let you walk out that door, you'll never be mine again."

Laurent leaned back onto Damen's chest and shook his head. "I couldn't ask you to do that."

Damen held him tighter, like he wouldn't dare let Laurent go now. "You don't have to."

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100 Questions&Answers: Kanon MEMORIAL ARTIST BOOK

In addition to several photos AN CAFE Memorial Artist Book also brought an interview and a special questionnaire of 100 questions with each of the 5 members. Here is the translation of the 100 questions with Kanon’s 100 answers.

Translate: Japanese>Portuguese by Hiyori Portuguese>English by Shiro 001 How many sushi can you eat? I get worried about the price and I never go to my limit !! (this is sad) I'm sure it would get around 1000 easily 002 Which sushi's ingredient do you like? With omelette and dried ginger flakes 003 If you have to eat something until you die, what it would be?CalorieMate NOTE: Is a brand of nutritional energy bar and energy gel foods 004 Which kind of lamen do you think has the strongest flavor? Kara tsukemen by Mita-Seimenjo 005 What do you in like in a hot drink? Corn soup 006 Which mixture do you think most matches rice? Shogayaki 007 What flavor of chewing gum do you like? Grape 008 What flavor of candies do you like? Muscat grape 009 Soba or udon? Udon NOTE: Soba is a pasta made from buckwheat and udon is made from wheat only 010 Of your whole life, what was the most painful experience you've ever faced? (Referring to physical damages) When I fall from the tree 011 One part of body that demonstrates more confidence? Nose 012 What do you think about old times? Cave Cricket 013 If you had won 100.000 yen what you would make? (Around 900 dollars) I would buy a car 014 And about 100.000.000 yen? (Around 900.000 dollars) I would do something like the Mutsugorou Okoku did. NOTE: Masanori Hata is a Japanese zoologist, essayist, and filmmaker. Establish the Mutsugorō Animal Kingdom nature preserve, where he and his family live with over 300 wild and domestic animals. He is the author of over 100 books, including collections of his Mutsugorō essays on nature. In 1986 released the highest-grossing film of the year in Japan, Koneko Monogatari, filmed at the Mutsugorō Animal Kingdom. 015 I know this is kind out of reality, but if you could have a wild animal, which would be? It would be a mini pig. Because cuteness is the justice. 016 To Cook, wash clothes, clean the house. Which one do you do better? If you mean one that requires more of you, then wash clothes 017 If you were going for a walk with your girlfriend, where would you go? We would go to the circus 018 Where would you spend your last days of life? (If you were an old man where would you want to live?) and why? In Okinawa. Because if not, I think I would die of hypothermia 019 Is there anyone you consider to be the strongest person in the world? Yoshikazu Ebisu 020 An anime character, manga, etc. that you consider to be the strongest? Characters of mangas with jokes for students 021 If you could turn into some anime character or something like this, who would you choose? Nobita Nobi 022 First CD you bought? “Kaze ni Asobarete” by Aki Okui 023 Your preferred winter song? “winter fall” by L'Arc～en～Ciel 024 Your preferred xmas song? None in particular 025 Forgetting that you were part of a band, if you were about to start one, what would it take? And why? Guitar. They stand out 026 And what would be the name you would choose for the band? I'm accepting names at the moment 027 If you went to a desert island and could only take three things, what would it take? 1. Hoeing 2. Water filter 3. Potatoes 028 Do you know how to swim? I swim very well 029 Something you would never want to happen? Having to eat my own faeces 030 If you were a child, how would you like to be called? Those names that you need to guess based on writing or pronunciation NOTE: In Japan names are usually written in kanjis, however it’s possible change the reading of an ideogram to pronunciations not so well known, making it difficult to read the name 031 Do you speak when sleeping? If yes, talk about something already happened to you. No 032 If it was your last day of life, what would you do? I would be sleeping 033 What was the longest time you could stay awake? 36 hours 034 If you could become someone important in history, who would you be? Osamu Dazai 035 Do you use a lot of emoticon on LINE? Have you been using LINE lately? I'm not using too much because of my lack of time. However, when i use it's only with family and close friends. 036 What's the biggest lie you've ever told? I don't remember telling such a big lie. 037 Write the kanji that you think represents 2019 and why? 生 because it never dies NOTE: The kanji meaning is life, genuine, birth 038 The most expensive thing you bought this year? Having to pay the repair fee of the rented car 039 The most convenient thing you bought recently? Pocket Wifi 040 A number from 0 to 9 that you like more than others? 7 041 Your longest finger without the middle finger, is it your index finger? Ring finger? Or are they both the same size? More or less the same size 042 The word you most speak? “What?” 043 At what time do you think "I'm being bourgeois"? In metropolitan hotels 044 If you could have powers, which one would you choose? Power to stop time 045 If there was a magic word that said things would happen, what would it be? "Indeed" 046 If you have to choose a follow up for the curry what would it be? Pork 047 Some kind of punishment game you'd like to avoid? Eat stinky things 048 Do you like of a specific hour? Why? Around 18:00. If you just woke up at this time there's still a lot of things that you can do. 049 How much would you pay for a T-shirt? 3.000 yen (Around 28 dollars) 050 Tell something you would say to you 10 years ago. Congratulations 051 If it was 50 years ago, what would you be doing? I already would have incarnated 052 How could you imagine yourself 10,000 years ago? I would not exist 053 What is the first impression you have of each member of An Cafe? Miku: nervous, shy; Takuya: miss contest; Yuuki: "I don’t remember"; Teruki: Wear cool clothes. 054 If underwear could have another name, what would you call it? Panchu NOTE: "underwear" in japanese is "pantsu." Kanon only changed the "tsu" to "chu" which is also used in a much more informal language. 055 A live that you can not forget? At Budokan 056 During those 15 years which member has changed the most? Miku 057 Do you prefer the traditional breakfast or bread? I usually prefer bread058 A teacher you always remember?Tokoyoda Sensei 059 The most fun song in a live? “Laugh Song” 060 Where do you most like to do a live? Hibiya Open Air Concert Hall 061 A thing you most buy at a convenience store? Cigarette 062 If you were not an artist, which career would you choose? Japan Self-Defense Force, Tokyo Electric Power Company, (Stockist) in Sano, the agriculture company, CD seller, police officer, chief of a Buddhist temple, novelist writer, screenwriter, employee of a small candy store or some net cafe 063 Which city goes through your head before a live? Yamaguchi 064 A stationery item that you like? Those set-square that have a hole in the middle 065 An electronic device that you like? Lighting Fixtures 066 A person you think is erotic? Dean Fujioka. It seems that when they showed him, I was enveloped by some kind of sensation 067 What do you think of the vocaloids? I am very grateful to all the people involved in this 068 A TV show that you like? Goddotan and Yushaaaa 069 What's the first live you've been? Namie Amuro Chiba Marin Estadium 070 How many pairs of shoes do you have? I think about 10 pairs 071 What is your average time in the bath? 30 minutes 072 A mobile app you liked right away? Clipbox 073 Do you use a computer for what purpose primarily? Compose music 074 What have you found funny lately? A TV show where the artist of the show "Desu yo" says his climax phrase and Jiro Hachimitsu said that it is fun when people do it without caring about how they seemed ridiculous, the result at the end of the program, really was fun 075 Who would you most like to meet? None in particular 076 When you were a kid, who was your superhero? Kamen Rider BLACK 077 The flavor of Umaibo that you like? Takoyaki Note: Umaibō or "delicious stick" is a small corn cylindrical snack from Japan. 078 An entertaining artist that you like? Banana man, Ogoyahagi, Gekidan Hitori, Matsumoto Club, Aruko & Piece, Asozan Daifunka,Ucchannanchan 079 First time you did a makeup? First year of high school 080 Talk a little bit about your first live. As I had gone after (my work of) hand out letters on the evening, I didn’t participate of the rehearsal 081 Do you prefer night or day? Night 082 When you can't sleep what do you do? I don’t sleep 083 Not counting your part in the band, which musical instrument do you like? Guitar 084 The oldest memory you have? Kindergarten Graduation Ceremony 085 What color do you like? Blue 086 What is your favorite mascot? Funnashii and Nekkoro 087 Where do you usually buy your clothes? I don't have any in particular 088 Are there any manga or magazines that you buy frequently? Weekly Shonen Jump Magazine, Young Magazine and Big Comic Spirits 089 How long you already waited for a person who did not show up? 5, 6 hours 090 How many times can you do sit-ups? 50 to 100 times 091 At this exact moment how much you have in your wallet? 460 yen (around 5 dollars) 092 Which Cocoichi curry do you think is the most spicy and the topping? Level 0 is already spicy; pork topping Note: Cocoichi is a Japanese restaurant franchise specialized in curry 093 Subject at school that you was better? Japanese 094 Subject at school that you was worst? Math 095 What do you do before each live? I enjoy some candy 096 What is the essential item for a live? Cigarette 097 Are there any objects that you can not throw away? Protective Amulet 098 What do you usually buy at McDonald's? Double cheeseburger patties big size (is a limited edition available only in the evening) 099 What do you use at bedtime? T-shirts and jersey pants 100 Leave a message to Caffekos. It was great we met each other

#an cafe #antic cafe #an cafe interview #an cafe translate #an cafe tradução #an cafe entrevista #an cafe kanon #kanon #Sano Shinya #kanon bass #oshare kei #visual kei #jrock #cafekko #nyappy #an cafe memorial artist book #アンティック-珈琲店-#アンカフェ

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pick-a-paint-brush · 5 years

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I wrote an angsty Lamen fic because I enjoy the occasional angst and the Captive Prince fandom is mostly filled with happy stories, not that I'm complaining! Our boys deserve their happily ever after. Any way this is just a self-indulgent story I wrote and I am by no means a writer, I just needed an outlet for this idea so don't judge. Also it kind of doesn't have a proper ending. Anyway I hope you maybe like it.

As soon as Damen learned of Laurent’s love for horses, he made sure private horse rides, in the dense northern Akeilon forests, were a weekly occurrence. Nikandros and Jord deeply disapproved, they were relentless in their arguments; that the countryside was unsafe, the people ready to rebel, not happy with the merge of the neighboring kingdoms. Damen and Laurent weren't worried, they were the best fighters in the two kingdoms, who could possibly best the pair of them? They didn’t expect the blow in the matter in which it came.

Laurent was leaning against the bark of an ancient oak, comfortable and calm; the way he was only when he was alone with Damen. Damen had his head in Laurent's lap, enjoying the sensation of Laurent caressing his hair. He talked calmly, recounting stories of his childhood, delighted every time he drew a smile or laugh from Laurent. The horses were tied a little way off, where they were resting. The pair of kings didn't realize, at first, that they were under attack.

'Ow!’ Damen exclaimed, hand shooting up to his neck, searching for the source of the pain, 'something has stung me’. ‘ Let me see’ said Laurent, urging Damen’s hand away with his own. Damen could feel the change in Laurent, his whole body tense where it was calm a moment before. ‘Damen it’s a dart! get to the horses now!’ he said, already getting up and pulling Damen with him. But Damen was already feeling the effects of whatever he had been injected with, he struggled to get up even with Laurent pulling him. The second dart hit Laurent a moment later, he made a startled sound and loosened his hold on Damen. The attackers charged, surrounding them and the ancient oak they had sat against. Damen struggled against the fog threatening to take hold of his mind, he grasped the sword strapped at his side but couldn't manage much more than pulling it out of the sheath. He fell to his knees, the urge to sleep driving out any thoughts of fighting. He could see, with blinking eyes, the attackers easily overpowering Laurent and he could feel, with the last shred of his consciousness hands grabbing him from behind. He faded to unconsciousness with the feeling of metal biting into his wrists.

He awoke, his eyes heavy, knees bent uncomfortably beneath him, hands bound with metal behind him. He could tell, from the faint light finding its way between the trees, that a couple of hours have passed. The sun was nearly down and most of the light was coming from a small fire to his right. When sense caught up with his waking eyes, he searched his vision frantically, for a flash of yellow hair.

Laurent was bound by his hands, lying to Damen's left. Like Damen he was just now waking up. As if this was the cue they were waiting for the captors sprung into action. Two of them hauling Laurent by the shoulder, a third grasping the hair at Damen’s nape, as if to make sure he was awake and looking. Laurent was dragged to the oak, where he and Damen had spent their afternoon. His hands, bound behind him, were jerked back and tied above him in an unnatural angle, Laurent Let out a gasp of pain. To just anyone it would have seemed minor, but Damen knew the extent of Laurent's control and therefore understood just how much pain he was in. Damen jerked forward, he found he was efficiently bound, but a faint rattle made him question the strength of the restraints. Laurent had found his footing, and immediately moved to relieve weight off his most likely dislocated shoulders. 'You fools’ he said, his voice only slightly faint. 'you have doomed yourselves in keeping us alive, how much time have you wasted? A search party will probably arrive shortly.’

Laurent Damen thought what are you doing. Damen couldn't understand, as always, how Laurent's words were helping but his clever mouth had never failed them yet and Damen trusted him to get them out of this, as always. He felt behind him and discovered that the metal cuffs were screwed tightly to a tree at his back. Not tightly enough though. He started slowly, quietly, unscrewing his restraints.

The captors seemed calm despite Laurent’s threat. One of them, probably the leader of whatever group they belonged to, came to stand before Laurent. 'Our plan wasn't to kill you’ he said in a northern Akeilon dialect. 'well at least not both of you. Our plan is to teach our king a lesson, in what the Akeilon people think of his allegiance with veretian snakes’.

Damen stopped fiddling with the restraints and looked up, blood rushing in his ears. The purpose of the mysterious assailants was now clear to him. His anger was a frightening thing.

'Watch yourselves, your king will kill you if you progress any further’ Damen heard his own voice, low and deadly. He could see Laurent thinking, his silence meant he did not have a way out of this. 'it does not matter, exalted’ said the leader. 'we are prepared to die in order to save Akeilos from Veretian venom’.

'You will scream like children when I will be done with you, you will wish you let us go’. One of the screws in damen’s restraints was now out but it was taking to long. The assailants weren’t taken aback from damen’s words, one was bringing a red iron rod from the fire toward Laurent. Damen could see in their eyes that they were fanatics, extremists, they wanted to hurt Laurent, they wanted to kill him in front of Damen while he watched helplessly. Laurent was still silent, evidence that he did not have a solution. Their only hope was the search party that was surely out by now, it could not take much more time.

Damen worked hard on the next screw but this one was much harder to pull out.

He was getting desperate, the man with the hot iron was now in front of Laurent. Damen was pulling at his chains again, though Laurent was sitting still Damen could see the pain and fear in his eyes. Time slowed as the iron was pressed to the side of Laurent's neck. Laurent made a sound that Damen did not yet hear him make. It was as if he felt the pain himself, Damen cried out and surged forward. That gained him a sharp pain in his shoulders and a slight give of the restraints.

He continued working on the second screw that was now a bit looser. His mind wasn’t on it though. He was looking at Laurent. He looked as if he were about to faint, his usual cool, detached act discarded. He was heaving, drawing infrequent breaths, whimpering with the pain. Damen was at breaking point, panic consuming his vision and thought. Through it he was trying to release the damn screw.

It took him a moment to realize that there was movement about the assailants again. The clan leader was admiring a dagger. Damen’s eyes locked on the silver gleam. He had to focus. Time was running out. The screw was turning quite easily now it was just a matter of finding the right positioning for his hands.

The leader of the groups was stepping into Laurent's space , the knife held between two fingers. He looked thoughtful , deciding where to inflict pain. The first swipe was at Laurent's cheek, immediately his face filled with blood. It seemed that through the haze of pain Laurent barely registered the new wound.

Damen pried his thought back to the task at hand, another minute, that's all he needed.

“Cut out his venomous tongue boss!” One of the mercenaries suggested Maniacally and received laughter and encouragement from the others. “No!” Damen yelled , “don't you dare touch him”. The leader took hold of Laurent's hair and pulled his head back, he held his chin in a rough grip and started to pry his mouth open.

Then, several things happened at once. Damen lurched forward with all his weight and this time the loosened bonds gave. Across the clearing damen could hear hooves and his name being called out- the search party had arrived.

Damen was now free to advance. His hands were still bound, but Damen with two restrained limbs was still twice the warrior compared to any other. Especially with the hot fury thrumming through his veins. Three steps forward meant three of the assailants dead. Damen headed on towards Laurent. He called out to the search party, he could hear them closer now.

He was but a couple of steps away from Laurent. He could see the moment the mercenary made the decision. Seeing his fallen companions, he knew overpowering damen was not an option. Quickly, in one sliding motion, he lowered the knife from Laurents face, where it had stayed, and buried it between his ribs. Laurent let out a gasp of pain. The man was dead as soon as damen reached him, the knife now stuck in his neck.

Damen looked around for a key for the handcuffs, he found it on one of the bodies.

As soon as his hands were freed he hurried to Laurent's side. He released his hands and Laurent fell forwards in to Damens arm, as languid as a ragdoll. “Laurent” Damen said, his voice sounded strange, he was frantic. “Laurent talk to me, how bad is it, can you tell me? Can you feel?” Laurent was struggling to stay conscious “it hurts” Laurent whispered, Damen was shaking. “Describe it to me love, where does it hurt? Can you breath? Keep talking to me” he said in a strained voice.Laurent was wheezing “I can breath… but it's hard”. Damen pressed a hand to the wound, there was a lot of blood. “That’s good. Keep breathing, I know it's hard. Help is nearly here”

Looking up Damen screamed at the top of his lungs “Nikandros Help! Help we’re here”. He could see the search party, he searched for the physicians hat but did not find it. He looked back down. Laurent's eyes were open but all Damen could see was a sliver of blue. Damen grasped his face , “keep talking Laurent, I need you to keep talking”. Laurent nodded slightly “I'm with you Damen” he was speaking so quietly Damen could barely make out the words. “Good! Help is here, just stay awake!”. At the feeling of a hand at the nape of his neck damen looked up to see nikandros crouched beside them, he looked terrified. “Damen! What happened , are you hurt?” Damen answered him with what sounded like a sob “I'm fine! It's Laurent! Nikandros where is Paschal?”

“We split a little ways off, he’ll be here right away”

Damen could barely speak, his terror was a stone in the back of his throat. “ I need him here NOW!” he ground out. Nikandros was grasping his shoulder. Damen shifted his attention back to Laurent “did you hear that Laurent? Paschal will be right here, are you still with me?” Laurent was sweating and shaking, but still breathing, his feverish eyes still open. “With you… love you damen”. Damen closed his eyes and took a deep breath “you don't need to be saying that if you're with me, Paschal will be here right away, you heard it.”

And then he was. Damen had never been so relieved to see someone in his life. “Paschal! It's a knife wound, deep, below the ribs. I think he punctured a lung but I don't know maybe something more. There's so much blood!” The last part came as a sob. Pascal nodded to show he understood and started working at once - Cutting open Laurent's jacket and wiping away the blood. Damen could see the wound now, oozing blood, it looked so small.

And now there was no more for him to do but trust in Paschal. He tried standing up and tumbled into Nikandros’ open arms. He felt sick, he grasped nikandros to him like his life depended on it. Nikandros was whispering to him, ushering him away from Laurent’s lying form. Damen went with him. they headed to the edge of the clearing near the tree Damen had been chained to.

Damen sank to the floor. His mind was blank, he would not let himself think. One of his hands was still grasping nikandros as if his life depended on it. Nikandros seemed at a loss for words or actions. They sat like that, Damen couldn't say for how long but night had fallen at last.

Paschal came, his hands were covered in blood. It came up to his elbows. Damen could not ask the question in his mind. Looking at the blood again, remembering whose it was, he turned his head away and emptied his stomach. Retching, struggling to regain control. Paschal leaned in front of him. “Your highness, I cannot promise this but I think he will recover. I dressed the wound, the bleeding has lessened. He’s still alive.” Damen looked up into the wise eyes “still?” He asked.

Pascal answered that it seemed Laurent’s lung was, in fact, punctured. He assured Damen that he had healed wounds of the kind before but that it will take time, the healing process will be long and difficult. “He might never breath the same again” the physician finished. Damen let out a breath he had been holding since the knife had pierced laurent's skin.

The way back to the castle at Marlas was lost to Damen. He went where Nikandros put him, he might have even drifted off along the way.He felt shaken in a way he had never felt before. That sense of helplessness, of hopelessness. Not even chained to the floor in the castle of Arles had he felt as he did that afternoon, sitting next to Laurent's bleeding form. He had been so close to losing everything, on the verge of a bottomless depth. The quiet afternoon he had shared with Laurent seemed to have occurred eons ago.

At some point, they arrived at marlas. Laurent was carried out of a carriage and into the castle they had made their home. Damen followed the glint of blonde hair inside. Laurent was brought to the infirmary, Damen followed. He sat down on one of the empty wooden beds and watched Paschal. The physician addressed Laurent's less serious wounds. Cleaned the blood from his right cheek, put a salve to his charred neck, relocated his shoulders. Laurent lay limp through it, still unconscious.

Damen thought of the days in the palace at Ios, after he had been stabbed by Kastor. He remembered Laurent fussing around him, rearranging his pillows and bringing him cold drinks. But that had all felt funny and playfull, Damen hadn’t been critically injured. Again Damen’s breath stopped at the thought of how close he had been to losing Laurent. To losing what they had between them. He wondered if it was like this for Laurent, when Damen was injured. He recalled that he had also lost consciousness for a time.

He hoped that Laurent didn't have to go through what Damen was feeling at that particular moment. His morbid thoughts were eating through him and he was sure he was going mad. The only person that he knew could calm him was laying on the bed in front of him. Skin white as a sheet, blonde hair tinged with crimson. He needed to trust in Paschal. There was no alternative - Laurent was going to heal. Damen made a promise to himself that whatever advice Nikandros and Jord gave him from that point on, he will follow it. He put his head on the white pillow and waited for sleep to, eventually, overcome him.

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hey, there! I saw you talking to thedesertgod about working with Enochian magic, and I was curious if you could share your experience. I agree with you that it seems a lot more trouble than it's worth and I don't plan on working with that myself, but I can't help but be fascinated by it. thanks!

It’s definitely really really interesting but it’s also a lot of work. It really did take me 3 months to finish all the props that are required for the bare minimum, and I was making everything out of cardboard and costume jewelery. My reason for diving into it was that I wanted to see if I could get results from a system I thought was bullshit and didn’t believe in, and it turns out I could.

I had to paint a 3x3 square of posterboard first with the bordering in angelic in gold oil paint, then with the standards of the archangels which are just giant tables full of nonsense, then I had to put legs on it and make it stand up, I had to make a lamen and a ring, I had to make 5 sigilum dei of varying sizes, then I had to balance 2 tablecloths and a mirror on top of said cardboard table, it was such a nightmare.

I summoned the king of jupiter to ask him to protect my boyfriend from physical harm while he was at basic training. The amount of text you have to read before the summoning itself, coupled with the fact that it was the first ritual I’d used flying ointment in, had me basically as tranced out as I’d ever been in my life.

They appeared just as the book described, as mists of a certain color with some facial features visible. (the colors were inverted but see my other various posts about flashing color and angelic manifestation to get into that rabbit hole.) I wasn’t able to make out any communication but I told them what I wanted and didn’t get any pushback so I ended it.

In the end he never got a single scratch on him while he was at basic traning - and the day after he officially graduated he fractured his shin. Doesn’t matter what system you’re in, angels are always extremely literal assholes.

My final verdict after that ordeal was that it wasn’t worth it. I still find it fascinating, especially if you think of the idea that the enochian angels are aliens - they didn’t seem to understand how gold worked, asking Dee to make rings out of 100% 24kt pure gold, you need to build this entire elaborate setup to even contact them, which feels like building a radio transmitter from scratch, the fact that I used cardboard and got a relatively weak signal, it’s all really interesting.

If you have a lot of free time and a steady hand there’s no reason you can’t do enochian on a budget. I think my final cost for the whole thing was $30. I think if you’re super curious and want a weird experience you can go for it, but it takes a ton of effort to get there.

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Trials and Error

Welcome back!

So sorry for the delay between this entry and the last! I had some blog experiences planned and what I had in mind unfortunately, fell through. But here we are with another entry regarding a hobby that I never thought I’d have ever had!

A bit of background will help with this. My father, has always been into bikes. From when he was a kid, right up until now. For a long stretch he didn’t do much regarding them, but he always talked about it. Always wanted to get a bike again or ride. With a father like this you’d think I’d have jumped on my first dirt-bike when I was super little, you’d be wrong. Up until a few years ago, I’d never ridden a bike in my life! Never so much as sat on one that I can really remember. (Rumor has it, I sat on one when I was a baby. But that’s a bit far back for my memory.)

So here we were in glorious 2017. My old man had talked about going to check out a local ‘trials event’ and asked if I wanted to go. I had no idea what the hell it was, but heck...I’d just gotten a new camera, so why not go and snap some pictures and test it out? Despite being close with my father, We never really did much together together. Sure we did stuff. But never actually delved into an activity together like this, which is part of what makes this entry so special. Because while I’ve felt super close to my dad my whole life, I feel this whole experience has brought us closer than we were before. It’s been great.

So here we are! Off to this ‘trials event’. I wondered if we were going to some court thing until my father tried to explain in the car exactly what observed trials are. In lamens terms, it’s a sport wherein you ride a motorcyle through various obstacles. This might sound super easy but HO-BOY is it not. It’s like trying to thread a needle with a motorcycle. It’s like trying to balance a large, fairly heavy object between your legs with no forward momentum when you’re trying to execute a particularily tight turn and forget to give it a bit of gas.

Trials is a unique type of motorcycle sport and up until recently, an unfortunately dying one.

So we attended this event and I have to say, I was utterly fascinated and based on how much my father was talking and smiling, so was he. He’d done trials as a kid and had for some reason just decided to pop into the small local scene again just to see what it was like...

...Flash forward a few months and my old has bought a bike which he has put a TON of wrench time into and is slated to ride in the next trials event for the first time. I’d never seen my dad nervous until then, not like that. Not like he was a kid again, about to jump into the unknown. Let it be said, you’re never too old to try something!

Between the time we went to that first event and the first one he rode. We had popped into a few others, and I kind of took a spot as a candid cameraman, taking tons of pictures and posting them to the facebook ground. (Southwestern Ontario Classic Trials Group if you’re interested.)

And so a hobby was born. My father would ride, I’d snap pictures and hang out and get to know a genuinely amazing group of people. It was like a big family right from day one. Everyone knows eachother, everyone helps eachother and they’re all just there to share and enjoy a sport that I hadn’t even known existed.

I’d never expected that I’d get along better with people 20+ years my age better than I would my own. But here I am, attending these events and thinking all these guys and gals are amazing. Maybe it’s all the stories they have to tell, or the genuine honesty they’re happy to dole out. Something about the scene is special and something about the group is more welcoming than you’d expect.

So somewhere along the lines, with my dad getting BIG into trials, I end up with his bike after he buys another one. I’ve inherited a trials bike and he has offered to teach me/ride with me. This is where that ‘special’ part comes in. Because it was that moment that kind of cemented this activity for my father and myself. It’s been our thing ever since and while I’ve missed a few, I always genuinely appreciate our time together in this unique sport.

So now that I’m done being all sappy! Let’s talk about Observed Trials as a whole:

So while trials is a motorcycle based sport. It is not fast. Nor is it a race. Trials is a purely skill and balance based sport. The organizers set up various ‘sections’ with different skill levelled routes within them and the goal is to ride through this without making mistakes. Scoring is done in a golf based style, where lower is better. I won’t put all the factors, but you’ve got a max of 5 points you can accumulate per section and the idea is to get as few as possible.

Now it sounds a bit easy, but it’s really not! Especially for someone with limited bike experience like me!

I encourage anyone who has been on a bike, or has an interested in trying a motorcycle based sport to give trials a shot. It’s a very unique experience that you’ll not find anywhere else and with the sport making a return, one that you’re likely to get sucked right into like I did!

This went a lot longer than I expected. So I’ll leave the end of this as a thank you. A thank you to SOCT for being such an amazing community, and for providing a place I could get closer to my old man. And a big thanks to my dad for dragging me into it!

Dare To Try,

Sam

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it-came-from-outerspace · 7 years

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“It Came from Outer Space”

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴅɪʙ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Six years is a long time to wait, and it’s no wonder the bright-eyed Paranormal Investigator gave up on the misbegotten extraterrestrial. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: A fair amount of cursing, and sad feelings all around. ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: T+ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,100+ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ: 1/ ∞ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: Dib ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: N/A

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs

You made it to the first chapter! Congratulations. Now, you’re obligated to read this load of shit:

This is a roleplay that my friend Mira and I are currently doing off site. I DO NOT TAKE ALL CREDIT FOR THE WRITING. If it wasn’t for the amazing help of my friend, this work of fiction wouldn’t be here currently! And because this is a collaborative effort, I will be doing minimal editing. Mostly dialogue fixes, but the integrity of our distinctive writing will remain intact throughout the entire fic!

I’m not sure how updates will go, considering this is all pre-written, and it’s just a matter of editing the replies into proper fan-fic formatting and the like.

While we both tend to write an equal amount per post, we both differ in writing styles, as most people do. I have written for the character Dib, various OCs, Tak and MiMi (later chapters), Dwicky (later chapters), Tallest Purple (later chapters), and almost all of the multi-fandom references-- if you catch them all, you win a prize! My friend Mira wrote for Zim, Skoodge, GIR, Minimoose (later chapters), Tallest Red (later chapters), and various OCs of her own!

If you like this chapter, please leave some constructive criticisms! And if you didn’t enjoy this... do the same! Any comment that betters myself as a writer/editor is a comment that I want to hear.

Well, that’s all I have to say about that. I hope you enjoy the first chapter of 'It Came from Outer Space'! 👽✌

Dib Membrane was going to catch him in the act.

What act? Well, the act of... being. The act of living, surviving, breathing. The act of being entirely fact, and nothing of fiction. The Paranormal Investigator had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into this newest creation, and it was going to succeed even if it was going to kill him. The young occultist propelled himself from the workbench to his computer and booted the system up. He typed erratically on the loud keyboard, and pressed enter with a satisfying 'click'.

The young man waited anxiously as he watched the screen turn dark, and soon, turn into a warming blue color. An eyeball winked at him from the monitor, and Dib waited to get into contact with the one person who would give him a chance: Agent Darkbootie. The screen flickered slowly, and a pair of red eyes opened in the darkness.

"Agent Mothm--"

"Oh man, I am so glad you answered. Last week, I had to wait like, an entire hour before someone hung up on me. I thought for sure I'd have to call 98 times, like last time."

“What is the meaning of this call, Agent Mothman? Do you have information for me?" The man behind the camera sneered in the gentlest of ways. Dib cleared his voice and spoke.

"Right-- no, yes, information-- I actually... don't have any information. I mean, I have something, it's just not really information, per se. I'm not wasting your time, I swear, this is important. This is--"

"About that alien?"

Agent Mothman rolled his eyes. In lamens terms, yes. "Yes? Yeah, it's about that alien," The human admitted begrudgingly, crossing his arms in front of himself. "but it's so much more than that I can finally-- wait for it... Get proof! Well, I always had proof, but now I can actually prove it to other people, better than I have before. And who else to start with by the WHOLE AGENCY? I'm going to do it live! For the WHOLE Network!!"

Darkbootie was silent for a while as Dib stewed in his own excitement. "Remember how well that went last time?"

Dib groaned. He had been expecting that answer to come, but he hadn't been expecting it so soon."Yes," Dib exasperated. He mocked Agent Darkbootie's tone, using two fingers on each hand as air-quotes. "I know how well that went last time." The young man dropped his hands and continued to speak. "But this isn't going to be like last time!! Because this plan is entirely, 100% fool proof! I guarantee it-- I mean, I did make this thing myself, y'know."

"What exactly is this thing?"

"This THING that you call it, is my life's work... Well, my past two-weeks of my life’s work, but you will not believe the detail I put in it-- let me show you!" Dib scooted his chair over to his workbench, and from the table grabbed a smooth, round, compact disk that resembled something very similar to a vinyl, or a thin blade to a circular saw. The thing that set it apart from those two items was the fact that it was entirely circular, with no hole in the middle. Dib scrambled back to his computer and held up his invention for his entire audience of one to see.

He held it to the monitor and smiled. After a moment passed, he looked to his invention, back to the monitor, and back again.

"... You called me, so you could show me a plate?"

Dib gasped. "This isn't a PLATE! This is a work of art!" Dib stood up and began pacing about the room as he held his plate like a fat child would hold a Snicker's bar. "This is the thing that's going to end Zim once and for all! This thing, as you call it, is the most amazing thing I've ever created! This... is,” He paused, giving Darkbootie ample time to brace himself for what he was going to hear. “REMI!"

"...You named your plate Remi?"

"Would you shut up? I did not name my plate, I gave my plate-- Er, I gave REMI a sophisticated acronym!” Dib protested. He spoke once again, running his hands over the smooth finish of the robot. He held up his fingers one at a time as he listed off the meaning of the acronym. “Remove, Entangle, Mortify and In-Nihilate."

"...In-Nihilate?"

"In-Nihilate, yes."

"Newsflash, kid. Annihilate starts with an A, not an I."

Dib paused for a moment, surprised by this new boast of information. He soon reacted as any inventor would have, and that was defensively. The young human began his pacing once more. "Whatever! That doesn't matter! What matters is, I will be sending this discrete robot through that window," Dib pointed to the open window near one side of his room, and felt the awful draft breeze in. "And it will then use global positioning and travel its way into Zim's yard-- I have the coordinates memorized-- so I can monitor everything from my own house, right here! It will burrow deep underground, like a robot groundhog or something, attacking the base from below-- hollowing it out from the outside! It will collect data, samples of stuff, audio recording, video recording, and it has a battery life of four months! And lucky you, you get to see me test it LIVE!!"

Dib stopped his pacing and held REMI triumphantly. Again, there was a silence. Dib looked from his humbled invention, back to the shadow that was Darkbootie. Dib raised his eyebrows, and lowered them promptly, asking him inverbally, 'whaddya think of that?'.

Darkbootie had to admit, it was something.

Dib pulled his latest creation close to himself. "I'm gonna position it now!" He smiled, and did just that. The young man placed REMI on the ledge of the window, and made it back to his command station in record time, as Darkbootie watched curiously and credulously from behind his happy monitor.

But that was six years ago, and a lot can happen in six years.

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