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idontknowreallywhy · 6 days

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Resurface 21 - Rely

What went before.

How do you prove you are who you say you are?

With a little dose of DINKY EARTH&SKY STORYTIME.

I agonised over the flashback being from Virgil’s POV rather than Scott who is supposed to be the one telling the story… but Virg very much took front and centre (is about time tbh cos it’s HIS story after all and Scotty keeps muscling in). So yeah it might be a jarring shift, hope you’ll forgive me if so and enjoy the mini earth & sky antics anyway xx

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“Prove it.”

“I… what?”

“Prove you’re not Dad just trying to talk me down off the roof again so Scott has to leave without me.”

Scott’s blood was now red ice-slushie and his heart seemed to be struggling to pump it where it was needed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to let his brother down again. Was it even possible to logic him out of this? Probably not. But, now they were here, he had to try. He had to fix whatever it was that had prompted his brother’s fractured psyche to replace him with… a better version? His mind raced.

“Uh… ok. Ok! How about you ask me something Dad wouldn’t know.”

Virgil silently consulted to his left again, his eyebrows raising with a sudden idea. His head snapped back around and his eyes narrowed on Scott before he raised one finger to his own face and slowly drew a short line along the bottom of his jaw towards his chin. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Scott had already unconsciously mimicked the action, tracing the marginally firmer texture of the almost invisible scar he carried there. A slight wash of relief ran through him as he realised he could answer this one very easily but their father could not have.

“Well it certainly wasn’t an argument with a barbed wire fence like we told Mom and Dad…”

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“The math works, Virgil! The lift from the drones will be just enough to support the two of us into a glide then the wings will do the rest.”

Virgil eyed Scott’s pride and joy with a bucketload of awe mixed with a few shovelfuls of suspicion.

The flying machine’s body was the old carbon fibre kayak, consigned to the garage long ago when their attempt to navigate the nearby stream in midsummer left it slightly… holey… in places. The two of them had manhandled it on to the roof via the internal ladder in the middle of the night about three weeks ago. The swarm of eight small tricopter-drones Scott had requested for his birthday were attached (four across the front, one each wing and two to the back) with lots of complicated-looking knots Virgil hadn’t learnt at Rescue Scouts yet but his brother had practised for hours to perfect.

The main event - the wings themselves - were an ingenious combination of fishing poles, some chicken wire fencing Scott had liberated from behind the shed and a patchwork of pieces of an old parachute Mom had stashed away for a rainy (or last minute fancy dress costume) day.

It did look impressive but also maybe a little more… home made… than Virgil had pictured when Scott had explained his Big Idea.

“I’m not sure your math is the same as real life, Scotty…”

“Sure it is! In high school you do real life math - it’s called physics and its all about balancing up forces with down forces. I checked my calculations with my physics teacher last week. She thought it was brilliant. It will work.”

“Did she know you were planning to do it in real life though?”

“Of course not, 11 year olds aren’t meant to be able to fly. It’d cause a fuss.”

“Hmm.” Virgil scratched his head and tried to figure out why the flying machine made him uneasy. It wasn’t just that the stitching of the parachute to the mesh was somewhat wobblier than Virgil had drawn in the neat plan they’d sketched together. nor was it the fact he could see daylight through some of the gashes in the boat.

“Did your sums include using duct tape?” Scotty had for sure used a lot. A lot of a lot.

“It’s really strong. Ever tried to unstick it from something? Impossible! Nothing unsticks what duct tape says should be stuck.”

“Ok.” Virgil’s voice was small because it was being squashed by big feelings. Some excited and proud ones. Quite a lot more scared ones. And some guilty ones.

And some deep misgivings about whatever “physics” was.

Since leaving them to go to High School Scott’s brain had been full of so many clever new things and he was so confident and excited. Virgil felt bad for not trusting him. After all, Scotty always made the crazy ideas work and then his eyes would twinkle with the annoying “told you so”. They always came out ok because Scotty wouldn’t let Virgil get hurt.

His big brother suddenly crouched down to look him in the eye. His eyes were soft behind the sparkle.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared Virgie. 11 years olds aren’t supposed to fly so I guess 9 year olds are even more… uh… not supposed to fly. It won’t matter, you could just watch instead and…” he frowned in thought “I would just need a weight about the same as you to strap to the seat behind… so the math still works. Hmm, maybe a rock or something…”

Scott trailed off and looked around them as if expecting to find a ideal Virgil-sized boulder just waiting there on the rooftop. Virgil hoped he wasn’t going to have to help carry one up the ladder.

Except, no. Of course he wasn’t. Scotty wasn’t going flying with a rock. Not while Virgil was around. His brother could always rely on him to always be right there at his side. He gave himself a little shake, put his hands on his hips and pulled what he thought might be a strong, reliable face:

“You need a wingman. That’s gotta be me. It can’t be a rock, that’s just silly!”

Scott beamed with obvious relief. “Alright short stuff, if you’re sure?”

Virgil was developing a talent for deadly glares and directed his best scowl at the lanky beanpole towering over him. His brother just seemed amused rather than appropriately terrified.

“I’m not that short Scott. I’m nearly as tall as Mom.”

“Yeah well Mom’s teeny. Dad calls her his Li’l Lightning Bolt cos…”

“She’s not! She told me we are the normal ones and you and Dad are secretly Sasquatches hiding from the FBI!”

Scott’s chirpy cackle was loud and long and Virgil glowed with pleasure at making him laugh, even if it hadn’t been his own joke originally. Then a little pang of worry hit him.

“Do you think they are alright?”

Scott squeezed his shoulder. “Of course they are, I promise. Baby Gordon just needs a bit of looking after at hospital because he’s even teenier than you...” Virgil gave him his best killer glare “… and Mom and Dad are just keeping him company. She’s alright Virgie.”

“Yeah.” Another squeeze then his brother stood up tall and together they surveyed the view.

Scott checked his new watch then licked his finger and put it up in the air. His very serious and important expression was a bit spoiled by his tongue sticking out to the side as he concentrated on working out the wind direction but Virgil suppressed the giggle. This was Scotty’s big moment.

“Alright, if we are gonna do this it needs to be now. Wind’s good and Grandma and Grandpa will be back with Johnny in about 20 minutes.”

“Aye aye Captain Scott!”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface fic #earth&sky #earth and sky #wee!tracys

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hxlda-hxlda · 4 months

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i am SO curious about what 'uh oh' is !!

'uh oh' has dominated this game, so to saber, @just--vi @fiddleleafedfig @spaceandotheroddities who all asked about it (many thanks btw, loves), here is the run down:

it is SO incredibly amusing to me that this one has won out curiosity, because (i only realise now) it so ominously named for something that. is very innocent. it's the cutest little oneshot idea that's been brewing in the back of my wips.

it's only titled 'uh oh' because i was starting ANOTHER fucking wip, but the idea hit me like a truck and it did not leave.

essentially one months-ish ago, i saw this tiktok (@jgregg_jonathan) that was so wolfstar coded i had to fuckin run to my laptop. it's from this single dad who has been learning to braid/style his daughter's hair, having been practicing damn hard to learn these new things. and then randomly his daughter comes home one day with hair done in a braid he doesn't know how to do. and he's 'like???? who the fuck????' and his kid is like, 'oh just my teacher. she's really cool!! and look how cool my hair is!! i want her to do it now!!'

cue hair war between this dad and this teacher, even tho (as far as i remember, the teacher had no idea it was such a big deal), and the dad even enlists the help of his neighbour to help teach him new and fancier braids. i haven't checked the profile since so whether or not there are updates to this little storytime are beyond me.

anyway i saw that and could not let go single father remus lupin painstakingly learning to braid teddy's hair, only for primary school teacher sirius black to randomly redo the braid one-day, and suddenly boom. for those wondering, lily and dorcas are the neighbours who help.

i actually posted a mini excerpt from it ages ago here.

anyway!! that's 'uh oh'!!

here's another excerpt (if you're interested!): uh oh

#ask it coward #writing tag #thank you so much for your asks!!#it is such a joy delving into my hellsite of a google doc folder

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solarsavoy · 2 years

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Let’s see another story. Number 9 for the personal asks please 😁

Sorry for the super delayed response. I'm so tired... Anyway, another childhood story. Proof that I am a gamer. This will be a two-for. Storytime!

When I was around 8 or 9 years old, I got the Sega Genesis. All the Super Nintendos were sold out and I cried and whined about it and my mom would say stuff like "at least you have games, geez!" In hindsight, I should've pushed harder for the Nintendo. I still have the Sega now, 20+ years later, and it still works. Just saying.

So I get the stupid Sega. I was so upset that Mom didn't even make me wait until my birthday/Christmas to get it so I hooked it up that night and put in the cartridge for Sonic 3D Blast. (No one asked, but this is how I was into Sonic without being into the anime which is why I argue Sailor Moon was first.) So I put it in. Now Zone 1 of Green Grove basically runs in a giant circle with a cliff at the end that puts you back at the beginning. I learned that Knuckles would appear after I circled the thing twice, pushed a bunch of random buttons to try and interact with him because I didn't know what I was doing, and then ended up on this screen.

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(You don't have to watch the video.)

And I thought "Ooo, what happens if I go to the final fight?" So I select it and the whole thing looks really trippy because it's in space and I've no idea what I'm doing and things are trying to kill me but I'm taking the time to learn how the game works (this particular boss fight just keeps going in circles to different mini bosses until you kill them) and eventually...

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And the credits start rolling.

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Mind you, this is my very first game ever, I had no idea what I was doing, and now it was over???

I'D ONLY SPENT TWO HOURS ON THE THING!

So I turned off the game, upset that it didn't last longer and little disappointed because, you know, I finally figured out how it worked and it was over.

So mad I didn't get the Nintendo.

Part II, the type of naive gamer I was for a long time.

I eventually get the PS1 a couple years later when it was released and played my first Final Fantasy, number 7. Here's how bad a gamer I still was. Cloud was a healer. No one had their second most powerful weapon. No special items or armor. I grew impatient and decided to just fight Sephiroth and finish the game at level 60 or so (very low, btw) and won. I favored 3 specific characters and the second level of the boss battle has two teams of three so the second team had the average level of, like, 30.

Still had no idea what I was doing.

Did it in a single weekend.

To explain a bit for those that don't know the game, Cloud should be anything but a healer. Level 60 is not high enough to finish the final fight unless you have adequate weapons and armor, which clearly I didn't have. No one believed I could actually beat the game in such shitty conditions. Even so, I did it again in front of the person that loaned it to me. It was obvious I had no particular plan going in. He still couldn't believe I beat the game.

So there you go. Fun stuff!

Thanks for the ask, my sweet.

#solarsavoyasks #gamer girls rule #beginners luck #now that i know better even i dont understand how i was able to beat those games like that #life is weird #personal asks

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kcjhutchins · 11 months

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School Storytime: Blindfolded Roller-skating

When I was a senior in high school, I was lucky enough to play the male lead in our school musical… I heard that. The eye roll of a senior getting the male lead. What a shocker. A fair point I suppose given the general view of high school theater. I can assure you though my director didn’t possess this kind of bias. In previous years, they’d made a sophomore the lead. Anyways, in this musical I received the immense honor of tap dancing (something I’d never done before) and roller-skate blindfolded. The latter was the challenge. Of course, my eyes weren’t truly concealed. I could mostly see the stage… just the edge was the problem. Luckily, I never tipped off it. However… there was one injury which occurred.

So, in the show there is a scene where I must chase my love interest off stage. There were safety measures in place when I darted off. Three people were assigned to catch me as soon as I exited. Here we were practicing the same routine. On this particular day, I was asked to go faster than normal. I checked with the cast/director to make sure safety measures were in place. They assured me everything would be fine. Keeping in mind there were several close calls before I simply shrugged. Scene progresses as normal. Love interest exits and I dart off like a bullet. Through to doorway and I see… nothing. Not a single cast member in sight. You know what I did see? I terrified mini orchestra watching the comedy unfolding in front of them. (Granted they didn’t think that at the time. Genuinely concerned but might as well make a joke out of it) Here I went shoulder first into the wall making me twist into the prop bed… which I swear possessed a wicked sense of humor for the corner of it nailed me in the crotch. All of a sudden, I could hit soprano notes. I promptly keeled over that bed and tried to stop the spinning, pain, and blacking out. The first to get to me was the orchestra. They were quick to find aid and steady me. Next was my choir teacher who saw the whole thing happen from his office which was right next to backstage. He went to get ice packs while my director and my cast mates came behind her. Each made sure I was alright before my director called for all of them to meet onstage. Obviously, I was excused as I was still reeling from the event. I tried to listen in on the meeting… well it was more of a yelling. My director was furious the whole thing occurred. Telling them they were going to rerun the safety measures every time and it was one of the most important jobs they possessed to make the show work. Though maybe I’m remembering it wrong. I honestly was barely with it at the time and I’m pretty sure I took a cat nap. All I knew was afterwards they never forgot to catch me each time. On several occasions my choir teacher joined to catch the speeding me. Can’t blame the cast too much, I think. After all I was one of the taller people in the group. Who wants to try and stop an over 6-foot person whose roller-skating at full speed blindfolded?

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kissagii · 1 year

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Alright, husband... it's ITALY STORYTIME! 🇮🇹

On 6th January in Italy we celebrate Epifania, but kids and teens most know this celebration as "the arrive of the befana", portraited as a kind young lady dressed as witch on her flying broom who fills good kids' stockings with sweets and toys and naughty kids' with (edible) carbon or garlic. I always celebrated it as a pagan celebration because I'm not religious, but this year it turned somehow different... my mom, though she knows I'm a 17 years old who knows she has been filling her stocking since I was a kid, she asked me to write a letter for the Befana or I wouldn't get any sweet, so here's what I said:

"Dear Befana,

even this year I'll keep pretending you're real because I want some sweets or I would've been mistbehaving traumatizing a few kids (how sadistic of me). Anyways you always made good choices of sweets in the years, the only thing I can complain about is... you know those mini smarties I always find in my stocking? I already stated I don't like them so please cut it off and take me some chewing gums, those are better to chew when I have panic attacks. I better go because I'm wasting my time to write bull$hit.

Sincerely,

- Alexandra."

that sounds so fun! religious connotation or not, free candy is free candy >:3

it reminds me of a mexican tradition, also done on january 6th, where you put a plastic baby into a special loaf of bread and whoever gets the plastic baby (the one year i did it, it was me ;-;) has to cook for the rest of the people there.

#dreamers ⋆｡°✩#✩ alexandra ✩

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irynochka · 2 years

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microaggressions storytime (just ur run of the mill type xenophobia), chiropractor pulled one of those

*looks down at the chart at my name”

“Oh, I’ll never be able to pronounce that!”

v dismissively almost a ‘ugh why would anyone choose such an unpronounceable name!’ feeling from him. Like as if this was some mini attack on HIM

luckily these days I’m not SOLELY a bubble of walking social anxiety so instead of swallowing the uncomfortableness being dished out (and whispering out my name) I was just like “oh uh yeah, it’s Iryna. ..it’s a Ukrainian name, so yeah I know it’s a little, mm, difficult.”

“mhrm oh you’re Ukrainian? Hm oh really huh so Are you a REAL Ukrainian?”

“hahaha, what is a fake Ukrainian?? ..are you talking about first-generation vs being born here or”

he then went on to talk about some of his Ukrainian patients that call themselves Russian which is a thing so I had to clarify that I was born a big city in western Ukraine, you know like in a “Ukrainey part of Ukraine” 🧐 where everyone actually speaks Ukrainian and all. [which is why I said Ukrainian from the get-go instead of Russian like most “Russian-identifying” Ukrainians would…..duh]

Anyway, my name at that location is now Iryña… which I would just go with, I usually accept being Irina in Russian and Spanish (in Russian I just accept it, in Spanish I actually like it 😅) but actually typing this out just reminded me of how I felt about my high school theater director calling me Iryña/eye-ree-na/ee-ray-nee-uh after four years.. so now i refuse for my name in .. “Senior White English” to forever be just a morphing mouthjumble of a mess. [ whoa “journaling” helps process and react to things?? im floored rn ] Sooo I think every next time I will politely /hello Dr. Name/ him and then will continue to give my politest “oh I know it looks weird until you get used to it but it’s

-” yeah I couldn’t write it exactly phonetically so there you go 😂 dw I don’t unload the whole “ray vs rih-y” thing every time.. unless you ask me more than one real follow-up q 😅😅

#i also give my real name at food places now instead of just being molly for ease #even if the letters end up jumbled on my drink I still feel better having made them at least try to get my real name #i dont want to make it a huge hassle but. it also makes no sense to expect ZERO effort on everyone else’s part #ukrainian #ukraine #my diary

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sexysilverstrider · 3 years

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What would it mean when you smell jasmine alone, or see something pass by your window?

well in my culture and belief, if we smell really fragrant flowers out of the blue especially out of nowhere at night, that means ghosts are nearby. tbh im not that knowledgable about malay ghosts coz im scared to study further lmao but the most famous one is pontianak. so if u smell some flowers like jasmine so suddenly, walk away. really fast.

the something is basically another belief that its a ghost. no face. no body. just whitelike shadow. if theres a white spectre that appears so suddenly right in front of u. also a ghost. walk away. look away. fast.

so yeah in my belief when that happens we recite our prayers and DO NOT interact lmao. i hv a weak heart (figuratively) so i tend to not think or talk about it ☠️

another belief is if we hear animals like birds suddenly chirping loudly especially at night, DO NOT say anythng about it. that also means theres a ghost nearby and animals are said to hv a sixth sense

#i was in summer camp when i faced one #the funny part was the dorm across us was IN CHAOS #like. theres a scream and light n just pure chaos #but my dorm???? everyone was so peacefully asleep. me included #i went to my dormmates bed and when i lied down #somethng white brushed across a window in front of me #at the same time i heard the loud scream #but i was VERY sleepy n just slept the moment i closed my eyes #few hours later the dorm across us was shaken coz apparently #one of them faced a pontianak n got stunned #while another saw n just flipped #so yeah #all coz the girl who faced the pontianak nagged and scolded abt the birds who made so many loud noises around midnight #anyways this become a mini storytime lol #ask #anon

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calpops · 5 years

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Every time I look up lines of my fics to make sure they’re not being reuploaded anywhere (because no one has permission to do so—seriously if you see something stolen tell the original author) google suggests poetry pieces based off the search

#thats kinda cool right???#that my lines are enough to be in the same search as poetry??#idk im just talkin #i had a bad feeling and went searching around #havent found anything yet tho so thats good #anyway mini storytime #it was this time last year someone #took an entire almost 50k one shot and reposted it #claiming to have written it #and asking for votes and comments #before uploading the next part #and when i confroted them and told them to take it down #their only response was #ok not gonna lie thought id get away with it #LIKE WTF #THAT PERSON IS TRASH AND YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND #CAN YOU TELL IM STILL BIG MAD ABT THIS #anyway if anyone dares to steal veiled valor i will throw them overboard #rant done #but kudos to u if u read all this #wow pls stop reading this #seriously its wasting your time #and mine by still writing this #ahahhaa bye

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rudolphsboyfriend · 2 years

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for the 3 things ask game I pick numbers 3, 6 and 9

(also go drink some water and if you’re currently reading a book/watching a show pls tell me about it <3)

Thanks for the ask!!

3: 3 songs that mean smn to you

Ok so no. 1 is Young And Beautiful by Lana Del Rey bcuz. Ok mini storytime

I've only ever crushed on two people and one of them is my best friend of 5 years (this story is frm a few years ago). So i rlly liked her and uh. One night i was like oh what the hell and i told her and turns out SHE liked ME too that was one of the happiest nights of my life <3 anyway yeah right after That conversation i sent her this song and i was like hey this reminds me of u and she was like kjfjfjeeee thank u it reminds me of u too

So that song just takes me back to the very nervous but extremely happy wreck that i was that night <3 we didn't work out romantically in the end but she's still one of my closest friends and one of my few ride or dies in life.

Uh song 2. is Leaving On A Jet Plane by John Denver cuz when i was younger my mom and dad worked on oppostie sides of the country, and i lived w my mom. He visited every chance he got (which wasn't a lot) and whenever we parted again he'd sing me this song. I didn't cry much as a kid but this song got me damn near tears everytime and still does.

Then like 12 years ago my dad's job moved to the same place as my mom's and now we all live together

3 is Long Live by Taylor Swift cuz I've passed out of school, and that song just reminds me of all the friendships i had and the memories i made. Especially in my last two years of school which were the best because my classmates those years were absolutely amazing and I'm still mad covid robbed me of so many potential memories w them

6: 3 characters that inspire you

Uhh Dante Quintana from aaddtsotu, Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket, and Tadano Hitohito frm Komi-san Can't Communicate (last two r from animes so u might not know but I'd be glad to tell u abt them if ur interested)

9: 3 things to do on a rainy day

Stand on my balcony and just feel the breeze+a few raindrops on my face, make a cup of hot chocolate and read by the window, take a nap to the sounds of rain falling <33

I'm actually reading a bunch of books rn but this post is getting a bit long so I'll send u asks abt them in a bit :))

Send me asks!

#blue answers #schwesterherz

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laurensxox · 3 years

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for the honesty hour asks, i’m gonna go with send something funny and headcanons for any hazbin ship lmao i’m up late and it’s a routine where i’m super hyper😂

Presenting... My sleep deprived self!

Lmfao, anyways, at first I thought I should just comvbine those two you know. Funny headcanons. But I couldn't think of any funny headcanons rn so I decided to just share one of my funny experiences lol

The experience is at the bottom in the cut!

P.S it's currently 6 am as I am writing this and I haven't slept yet so if some of then doesn't make any sense, I blame insomnia

Radiodust Headcanons

💋 The first time Angel found out about how Alastor sleeps (eyes open and standing up in the dark), he got a mini heart attack and screamed bloody murder. Ever since then, Angel insists that Alastor lays down with him and most of the time, Angel is the big spoon because Alastor still sleeps with his eyes open and the glow of his eyes is too bright to sleep facing him.

🎙 Alastor started seeing Angel as a potential friend when he once found him stuck on a fence (Idk what it is with deers and fences), helped him, and didn't tell anyone about it. He got teased by the spider a lot tho.

💋 Angel can't dance. He can do freelance and slow dances just fine but dances like Swing? He's a lost cause. He tried to dance Swing with Alastor once and it just ended up with their legs tangled and falling hard on the floor with Alastor's shadow just laughing hysterically at them.

I do also headcanon that Angel can dance really well and that he will probably surprise Alastor by showing him that he can dance Swing smoothly

🎙 Angel and Alastor love to do their own little musical numbers on the hotel rooftop where no one can interrupt them and have their own cheesy intimate moments where they can just dance, sing, and whisper loving messages to each other. At one point, Angel managed to convinced Alastor to sing, dance, and act out the whole "Can I Have This Dance?" scene from High School Musical 3 where he is Gabriella and Alastor is Troy.

💋 Speaking of dancing, the crew found out that they were together because they caught the two slow dancing in the ballroom and just generally being happy and sappy together

🎙I closetedly headcanon Alastor as Peryton so on special occasions or on days where they just really need to be away from everyone and just be in the wind, Alastor will manifest his wings, carry Angel, and fly around for a bit.

💋 They don't notice it but there are times when Angel and Alastor acts all parent-like with Charlie, especially when she's upset. Alastor will try to cheer her up by making goofy dad-jokes and exaggerating stories while Angel will probably either cook her favorite food or make hot chocolates. Vaggie definitely sees all of this.

🎙 After they got very comfortable in their dating status, Angel will be the 2nd person to be allowed to touch Alastor without permission. Niffty is first.

💋 Moving out? Alastor definitely manifested a Bayou in Hell and his very own cabin house in it, that's where they'll live. It's a win-win as Alastor will be in his territory where he is strongest and Angel will be away from the catcalls and people who only wants him or sees him as a sex object. Just him, Alastor, and Fat Nuggets at peace in a Cabin House in their own Bayou

🎙In any case that Alastor's mother is in Hell as well, she will definitely approve of Angel. Maybe not at first due to his background but as time goes on, she'll see how much the spider demon makes her little faon happy and eventually, she'll approve of him. Anything to keep her son happy.

Alright! Time for Allen storytime 😂

So I discovered Hazbin Hotel through a friend back in 2019 and I was in 12th grade by then! And instantly, INSTANTLY, my heart was like welp, you're simping for a serial killer overlord deer demon now, good luck! 😂

And me, itching to write, started to write little fics about Alastor already. I begun to learn these little phrases and slang from the 1920s to help me and most of them are now stuck in my head.

Why do I tell you all those? Well, here's the reason!

There was this one time when I stayed up late due to me being hyperfixated with watching and listening to as much Roaring Twenties connected videos on Youtube for as much as I could. The next morning, I fell asleep in the middle of my Religious Classes. My substitute teacher noticed and whacked me on the head with a rolled up booklet. Me, still sleepy, didn't realize it was the teacher and just blurted "Look, I'm already so behind the eight ball right now and in desperate need of some sleep so PLEASE, get out of my face before I take my imaginary bean-shooter and just bop ya right now, ya broad"

Then I fell back asleep 😂 they didn't wake me up when the bell rang so I missed lunch. I, of course, tried to apologies but the teacher forgave me. She said she actually understood the slangs and then we just spent my study hour discussing 1920s slangs.

i know it's not really that funny but I do find it funny because according to my classmates, they have never seen a sub teacher look so confused yet so impressive with someone.

#hazbin hotel headcanon #allen.asks

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kendricksendrick · 4 years

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A while ago my feed was full of tiktoks that were like ‘might come out to my family just to spice things up a bit’

Well idk what was going on in my brain last night, one minute i was doing hw after work and the next i had convinced myself to come out of my finsta to all my friends. And i DID

So storytime, this is mostly written for myself but thank you to those who read it. Its my (former, thx rona) roommates bday today and yesterday she was just reflecting on life whatever and how shes so proud of herself and ofc i was sitting in bed watching her vids from her snap spam story and idk how those inspired me but they did and i was like you know what lets go bitch. So i wrote up a little thing as a caption for one of my favorite sunset pics from a little bit ago and then I rewrote it like 3x until i thought it was good enough for other peoples eyes. Preface, i have a group of friends i grew up w from church (none of us are super religious it just so happens to be how we met) and they know bc were all super close so i sent what i had typed to them and they hyped me up so fucking much and were like youre a bad bitch you can do anything and i was like fuck yeah you guys and some of my college friends who already know are the only ones that matter anyways. So I literally whispered no balls and posted that bitch and then gathered my things to sneak out of my house for a mini smoke sesh bc as said earlier, i was convinced im a bad bitch even tho im a crybaby.

Anyways, for some reason i woke up @7:45am today so here i am. Informing you guys that i did an important thing. I do feel really good and free and myself now that ive done this and know i can stop being fake interested in boys but part of me is kinda nervous ig?? I work with a lot of my close friends on that account that definitely are finna ask a million questions of me and it kinda scares me that i know im gonna be seeing some of them later today. Also im lowkey nervous to read comments on my post even tho i glanced at it again before i went to bed and only sweet things were written.

But yea idk why i just feel weird this morning and scared to look at it, mb bc ik all the support and whatever is finna make me cry bc im an emotional bitch and im all out of tears (decided to cry about my grandma last night for no reason which rly took it out of me)

But i just wanted to thank everyone ive interacted w on tumblr throughout the yrs. we all know anna kendrick was ny gay awakening and that it was quite obvious but irl i think i did a good job of acting like a straight girl. (I did watch the first pitch perfect last night lowkey in honor of that) but thanks to everyone here for always being so supportive of me.

#coming out #i did it #not to everyone but to all my friends teehee #my ex girl is on my finsta but back when we were a thing we talked about this and how i was scared etc but also when we ‘broke up’ after #not even being togrther officially i thanked her for helping me to figure myself out a LOT and ik shes gonna see the post and probs say #someth but its not awk between us thank god and i am also so greatful to her #anyways im scared but wide awake and lowkey starving so hoing to go read these comments nkw #ily guys

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shijiujun · 4 years

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[起承] Chris’ Mini Concert in Taipei 20191222 - Summary

As promised, the concert summary!!

First, let’s look at this gorgeous background and what Chris wore in his first song - Totally magical my god and GALAXY THEMED!!! Okay it was actually purple themed because he likes the colour and a lot of fans actually turned up in purple things.

Being the dumbass that I was, I did not do that because I didn’t even THINK OF IT HONESTLY so in my haste i had to go buy some purple cap that is really cute (unicorn-themed!) and yes turned up for the concert.

I went with a lovely new friend this time along with two other friends (all of who I met on Tumblr!!) and when we first reached the venue, there were so many other fans there already as usual giving out freebies - I have completed a set of five plastic fans with Chris and Jake faces printed on it, and now I have three plastic sheet 2020 calendars with Chris’ lovely face on it so amen. A lanyard also, and ooooh like they printed fake passenger tickets with chris’ face on it HAHA

Venue/Seating: 20 Rows, 20 Seats, 10 on each side with a row cutting down the middle and then a stage - In terms of venue I think it was a pretty cozy venue, definitely smaller than the venue for the Trapped Taipei and Taichung fanmeets so everyone got a much better view. This is the venue they used for the first History Party

I was seated in the 4th row, which was farkinggggg close. Ann and Elle were seated in the 2nd row, and we were technically all in the same area - BEST

So after we were seated, suddenly there was a lot of commotion from the fans, and that’s when we realised that ANDY AND KENNY WALKED IN!!! They came in with caps and face masks on, and they sat themselves in the first row on the right section - I’d like to mention that seated in the same row were also Chris’ parents, his brother (real or like bro I haven’t figured out yet), Diane and Director Lee from Trapped (ahhhh Diane is farking pretty) and yes, Jake was not there, BUT BUT BUT I do believe he was invited, but he’s just busy with work. Jake and Zhang Guang Chen (the guy who plays Andy in Trapped) both liked Chris’ concert photo on Instagram!!

Photos weren’t allowed, and they were damn fucking strict about this which I honestly DONT UNDERSTAND but am not surprised at - It’s like he’s thanking his fans for turning up and he’s really touched and everything and all fans want to do is have some really nice photos of him you know CRIES IN A CORNER - So it was like the Trapped fanmeet media mafia again, people standing at the sides watching and making sure you dont take photos

BUT BUT BUT in the first two songs they couldn’t control us all because we were ALL taking photos, which is why I have photos from the first two songs but NOWHERE ELSE, but tbh the first song’s visuals were so beautiful that those were all I needed for photos, seriously - Which is nice because I rented a cam for this and I REALLY WOULD HAVE CRIED IF I WALKED AWAY WITH NO PHOTOS

He sang a few Chinese ballads, and then he went to change clothes, and THEN HE TURNED UP IN THIS SHIRT AND DANCED TO THE WEEKND’S CAN’T FEEL MY FACE

At the beginning of the concert he told everyone that he wasn’t going to cry and we all called bullshit on that and hahaha lo and behold he cried halfway through and then at the end A LOT

Xiao Yi hosted it again!!! My god, I love Xiao Yi so much, he’s honestly the best and he’s way more handsome in person than he is on Instagram HAHAHA and I love how close he is to the Trapped boys

I do have more photos of this but they’re all half blur because I was trying to dodge the photo police, but hip thrusting moves? Check. Skin reveal? Four holes in his shirt, CHECK.

Anyway, the entire show was filled with like crazy good dance numbers and Chris sang songs such as A Whole New World, and also two of his self-composed songs!! I can’t remember what the first song was called but he did sing this at the Taichung fanmeet, and the second song is called 「不想分開」which means ‘Don’t Want To Separate From/Leave Each Other’ and they’re pretty good

Chris said that HE MIGHT have some album/single release activity next year and asked us to look forward to Jan 2020 I don’t know what to expect tbh HAHAHAHA

And Chris also sang Della’s song from Trapped - and halfway through the song DELLA APPEARED AND STARTED SINGING WITH HIM!! And he was so touched that he started to cry (as always, the crybaby), then the audience and Xiao Yi got Della and Chris to duet one of Della’s other more popular songs, and then SHE WAS THE BEST BECAUSE SHE led Chris down the stage and into the crowd and got him to touch everyone’s hands (okay not everyone, but whoever who could reach him) - Unfortunately I was literally two arms length away from him, so I didn’t even try reaching out for him but as always he came real close, and I got to witness that face up close for the fifth time this year, thank you god and all the higher powers above and buddha for giving me this excellent year

And everytime Xiao Yi and Chris asked questions to the audience Kenny would be like this absolute fanboy yelling from his seat - Gotta love the friendship between them

Xiao Yi printed like photos of him and Chris and stuck it on chocolate bars and gave them out to the audience for like question and answer LMAOOOO funniest shit ever - So XY asked how much do we love Chris, and the first fan was like ‘I left my kid at home to come and watch Chris’ and then another one was like ‘I came here on a TOUR and now I have left my tour group secretly for a few hours so I can come attend this’ LMAOOOO

And CHRIS’ attire was fucking on point that day, all his outfits were like fucking A+++++++++ like sexy and handsome and WOOOHOOO

Okay and now storytime - The one SHITTY thing that happened during the concert:

So there was this older lady seated in the first row, and in the beginning she kept getting up to talk to the staff and I didn’t think much of it - You know maybe she’s a hardcore fan or something and she knows the staff and has some special connections or whatever

And then, LITERALLY HALFWAY THROUGH A SONG, she stands up and she starts shouting. I’m not joking, she starts fucking shouting and pointing at like some fans in the second row saying, “Why is it they can take photos but I can’t?! You guys are too much!!!”

Mind you all, Chris is literally PERFORMING and she’s making a scene

So the staff get her to sit down, and then we think it’s the end of it right, but no she proceeds to yell at shout the same thing across like three fucking songs, and then at one point she stands up and tries to get attention from the staff to come and catch another fan seated behind her because she’s taking photos

In the end no one else in the vicinity dared to take photos or whatever and she was still being a bitch and yelling - And the dumb thing is that she wasn’t asked to leave. This crazy woman in the first row making a scene and she’s not being asked to leave wtf

And then she just keeps shouting throughout the entire concert, and at two instances Xiao Yi had to say “Hey guys, everyone, be good okay? Everyone, please be good”

Okay and then some point in between crazy lady brings out a decanter of like whiskey and chugs it down - Like so wild

So okay, she’s sitting in the first row, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that the risk of sitting in the first row or at the sides is that staff can easily get to you to ask you to not take photos - and she’s in the “because I can’t have it NO ONE ELSE CAN” mode, which is like... okay that’s one thing, but the other part is-

CHRIS IS LITERALLY PERFORMING WHY WOULD U CAUSE A SCENE FOR HIM?!!!

And she was just plain fucking rude she was honestly yelling and scolding like other fans, and I feel like that she doesn’t have a right to do that

Around me were ALL the major Chris fanclub/fanaccount fans and they were all like wtf is wrong with her?

Basically she was such a disruption and idk why she wasn’t asked to leave

Worst of all, in his every very last song, Chris actually sang half a verse to her directly, and IDK if he knows her, or maybe heard that she was being very enthusiastic, or didn’t know that she was being a crazy bitch, in any case, Chris effectively rewarded her bad behaviour

A lot of the fans were really upset about that, because this woman fucked up the entire experience for us (just imagine someone yelling like two rows in front of you and shouting and pointing throughout the whole like 45 minutes) and Chris basically signalled to her that it’s okay to be a nuisance to everyone else, even if it was done accidentally

Otherwise, A+ concert!!! So happy to be in Taipei again and seeing the boys!!!!! And Lisley and Kana were both there as well, and i have to say I really, really love Diane <3333

Concert was a little bit short imo but the tickets weren’t expensive so it’s alright. No fan benefits this time HAHAHA

#chris wu #wu chengyang #吳承洋 #mini concert #history3: trapped #kenny chen #andy bian #summary!

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whatsapp-rpg-moments · 3 years

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Whatsapp RPG Halloween Event

3rd/2nd Place

Blue's Submission

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“The Sunset Jazz Club, brings back memories. Never did I think that I would have a reason to come here again. In fact I completely forgot about this place until that guy asked me whether there was a jazz club nearby. Ever since then I’ve started to come here regularly. The atmosphere is nice, and the drinks are amazing. Especially their newest drink, the Sweet Sunrise. A special blend of tea. Heard they used nectar from a flower high in the mountains for this. Or it could just be their marketing scheme. Wherever it comes from It’s a shame he isn’t here to taste this. Do you still remember Alex?”

“You’re talking to me as though I’m not drinking that very tea right now. Anyways you know the answer to that question. How could anybody forget about him. He was like a brother to me as well. Coupled with the fact that he’s the legendary detective, you’d think it would be difficult for me to forget about him,” says Jacob Romani as he takes another sip of his tea.

Glad to hear that you didn’t forget.

“So why did you invite me here today?” Romani asks.

“Now that’s a very good question Jacob. Allow me to show you”

I pull out a file from my sling bag and hand it to Jacob.

“The Manipulator...why are you showing me this?”

“It’s a case Alex worked on. I remember sitting down at this very table listening to Alex telling me about it. It was a fun story to hear so I thought it would be a good idea to share that story with you as well.”

“So...you called me here for storytime? I thought you were being serious when you said that you had something of utmost urgency to discuss with me. I’ve already read the case files regarding the Manipulator so I don’t see why you called me here then.”

Well that just makes things awkward huh, let’s see...

“Sure you might have read the files but doesn’t listening to Alex’s own recount sound much more exciting? I think it’s worth lending an ear to.”

“...Alright I’ll listen. I don’t have any plans for today anyways and I would like to continue enjoying my tea.”

Oh wow he actually agreed. The truth was that this was a matter of great urgency but I just wanted to fool around for a bit.Try and recover our friendship. Now that Ricaye is staying with me it feels as though things have finally started to return to how they used to be. The three of us just being good old friends.I started telling Jacob what Alex told me all those years ago.

“Here’s the suitcase Detective.”

I take the suitcase from the officer. The rain poured heavily and the sky was pitch black. As of now we’re standing outside the Vortex Mansion, a dilapidated old thing that has been abandoned for many years. However I wasn’t here to spend a night at a haunted house.

“Has the area been secured?”

“Yes Sir. The whole area is surrounded. There’s no way that the suspect is escaping from here alive,” the officer says, “The ransom money is in the suitcase.”

The Manipulator. The man that stays in the shadows and masterminds the game. Using blackmail as his means to commit murder without even laying a finger on a blade. That was what the Manipulator was all about. It wasn’t until I started looking into those cases that the existence of the mastermind was known. First, an Inspector murders a news reporter. Second, a member of the Aristocracy burns down an entire orphanage. Followed by a professor in a university killing herself. The final victim of the Manipulator was a detective killing a member of the Aristocracy. They were all given false motives to kill which they believed or they had been blackmailed. However, the one common point I found in all the cases was that all the perpetrators had received some kind of mail one week prior to their crimes which I did by interrogating friends and family of the culprit. Unfortunately nobody knows where the mail came from so I got the mail agency to start keeping track of the sender’s addresses as well. However the last thing I expected was.

The Manipulator sending me a letter

A ransom note. The Manipulator was holding the Chief Justice hostage and demanded a payment of one million dollars from the government. In addition, he wanted me to be the one bringing the ransom money. The drop off point was the Vortex Mansion. The dining hall to be more exact. If I had anybody accompany me the Chief Justice would be as good as gone. It seemed as though there was no room for negotiation.

“Well I’ll see you after my vacation is over officer!” I say cheerfully as I head to the front door.

I drag the suitcase full of cash and push the doorbell to the Mansion. Gotta be a gentleman you know? Only an uncultured swine would storm into someone’s home without even knocking first. Much to my expectations the doors opened by themselves inviting me to the candle-lit hallway. What if this is just an elaborate prank and I’m just entering a haunted mansion in an amusement park? Well I couldn’t rule out that possibility considering how I got played last year. No, I will not talk about that. Anyways as I stroll through the hallway I feel as though I'm being watched. Good, the Manipulator has his eyes on me. Just adds to the thrill. I take a turn to the right and I enter the empty dining hall.

In the centre of it all was an arrow sign pointing to the ground which read “suitcase here.” Nice of the Manipulator to mark out exactly where I should put it. I place the suitcase at the designated spot and suddenly I hear the sound of the door closing on me.

“How original Mr Manipulator.”

Honestly, the ‘I’m asking for a ransom but I actually just wanna kill you” trope? Get some new material.

“Glad to see you kept your end of the deal Detective Lupin” a voice booms throughout the room, “You’ve kept your end of the deal and I’ll fulfill mine”

So this is the voice of the Manipulator huh? Or maybe he manipulated his own voice. Either way the voice I heard was that of a man which was a bit on the higher register of male voices I’ve heard. It had a slight raspy touch to it as well. Then, a hatch in the roof opens and a body falls in front of my feet

“Sir!” I exclaim from shock. Partially because I didn’t expect the Chief Justice to just fall from the heavens in front of me and the fact that the Manipulator returned him in the first place. Alfred Manov was tied up and blindfolded in front of me. I quickly untie him and help him get back on his feet.

“Glad to see you’re doing as good as ever Alex Lupin” the Chief Justice says to me

“I’m just glad you’re safe sir”

I turn my attention to my surroundings and I still see that we’re locked inside

“Mr Manipulator, isn’t the deal fulfilled now? Why are we still being kept here”

“Heh. Well one deal has been fulfilled. But if you want to make it out of here you’ll need to make another deal with me”

“Well then, out with it. What do you want? A safe trip out of the country? More riches?” I ask

“I don’t desire such materialistic things boy. You’re a detective right? Investigate the room and then we’ll talk”

I hear a sort of beeping noise and the Manipulator was nowhere to be heard anymore. Investigate the room huh? Well the room was quite empty so it shouldn’t be hard to spot anything out of place. I comb the area and then I find something stuck on the underside of the dining table. Mr.Manov notices that and approaches me. The mysterious object was a news article. The Chief Justice seemed to recognise it. The headline reads “Children in Orphanage scarred after seeing the corpse of their caretaker” Interesting but why would the manipulator want us to read this. I keep on reading and find out that the caretaker of the orphanage killed himself. Just then I heard more beeps coming from somewhere in the room. I turn around and the doors of the dining hall opens.

“Proceed upstairs” the Manipulator commands. The two of us follow his orders and go upstairs. The only door opened to us was the one that lead to the game room. We enter with heavy breaths.

As expected the moment the two of us stepped in we felt the wind close the doors on us and now we were stuck again.

“I hope you’re enjoying my little game Mr Manov,” the Manipulator says eerily, “I think we should kick this into the high gear now! If you don’t find all the clues I scattered around this room in time I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

The beeps to signify the end of transmission go off and now a new beeping noise starts to go off. “Probably the timer,” remarks Alfred Manov, “We ought to hurry up now.But I do wonder what this man’s goal is.Does the great detective have any ideas?” I just shrug and go back to investigating. There’s a pool table in the middle of the room and it appeared to already have been set up. In the corner of the room I also found a mini-safe. “Simple enough” I say as I type in the numbers ‘1108’ and the safe opens. Alred Manov lets out a gasp and asks me, “How did you know?” However I was too intrigued by what I found in the safe. In my hand I was holding a trophy labeled as the ‘Budding Innovator Award’. “It’s a trophy given to students who show potential in making a difference in the world. I wonder why it’s here.” says the Chief Justice. But there was more inside the safe. It’s another newspaper clipping and the headline was as follows, “Esteemed University Student claims to have witnessed an imaginary murder.” I continued reading and it’s about an eyewitness testifying about a murder he saw. Apparently he was so shocked from what he saw his entire hair turned white from the horrifying incident. However investigators concluded that no such murder ever took place and that this student had turned dellusional. “Interesting tale huh” I asked the Chief Justice. He doesn’t respond to me.

“Well done Detective, I expected nothing else. You even surpassed my expectations! I actually thought you would take longer.For that I will allow you to come meet me face to face. I’ll be waiting”

The doors of the game room open and it leads to another room. However it was dark and I couldn’t make out anything. But the only way to go was forwards so that’s what we did. We walked in and as usual the doors close behind us. It was total silence until.

Sounds of cogwheels turning, gears twisting. Suddenly a spotlight was brought to life and it shone onto an area in front of the two of us and a dimmer light shone on us

“Thank you for waiting boys”

We saw a man lying on the ground and what we saw next astounded us. His whole body movement was so jittery. It was as though he was a puppet being pulled from strings as he got up. And then the cogwheels started to turn once more. The noise of the gears weren't coming from stage equipment. It was the man himself. He was tall and fair, had a long narrow nose and was wearing a black suit with a yellow tie. However his main defining characteristics was his long white hair going down his back and bronze colored bionic left arm.

“Surprised? I get that a lot” says the man.

There was no questioning it. This man was the Manipulator. The next thing I knew the Manipulator takes out his right eyeball and wipes it with a cloth.

“Sorry about that, it was getting a little dirty. Thank you for coming gentlemen, would you like to know why I gathered you here today?”

Alfred Manov opens his mouth but before he could mutter a single word the manipulator raises his bionic arm and slams it onto a desk creating a deafening sound.

“I don't want to hear it from you Lord Chief Justice, I want the other one to talk”

I answer “It’s about the orphanage incident isn’t it, Mr Drebber Fraq.”

The name of the person who killed themselves in the orphanage was Enoch Fraq. Right now I was looking straight into the eyes of his brother. The brother who nobody believed.

“That’s right Detective. I was there to watch my brother’s life get taken away. I will never forget the look of that killer for as long as I lived. But what was I treated like?”

He slams his fist on the table again with twice the amount of strength

“I WAS TREATED AS A LIAR,” he says as his stare penetrates my soul

“It wasn’t a murder it was suicide. That was what I kept getting back. The law was supposed to help me but instead look at me now. I was called delusional. Crazy. Psycho. I was even expelled from my university because I was deemed non functional. I was so close too. Given a little more help from the research grant I could have completed my research.”

“You didn’t even deserve that research grant. How to communicate with the supernatural using Science? What are you a god damn clown?” shouts the Chief Justice. When he says that the cogwheels in Enoch’s bionic arm started to turn faster

“That was no joke. I put my heart into it. But that doesn’t matter now. Today I’m here to show you the person who killed my brother”

“What?” gasps Alfred Manov. The lights in the room slowly start to brighten and it reveals that we’re in an art studio.

“It’s time that the world comes face-to-face with the fearsome murderer of that day” shouts Drebber.

He walks over to an object that was covered by a tarp

“Over the past few months I’ve worked endlessly to exact my revenge on those who damned me to failure”

“So the news reporter that was killed by an Inspector…” I mutter

“Yes. It was the damn reporter that wrote the story of how much of a fraud I was. The Inspector was the one in charge of the investigation of my brother’s death. I just held his children hostage and the Inspector submitted so easily. I then blackmailed a member of the Aristocracy and told him to burn down the orphanage my brother worked in. Nobody was going to miss them anyways. After that it was the professor who was responsible for my expulsion. I just had to weaken her resolve. And finally I convinced a detective and another member of the Aristocracy that they both wanted to kill each other and I just watched the havoc unfold.”

“You make me sick you bastard. And thanks to you the people are starting to lose faith in our country’s police force thanks to all those murderers you made” says the Chief Justice

“Lose faith just like me. I was only doing what I thought was fair. And now, the second part of my plan. To the murderer who took the life of my brother. I spent the last few months sculpting a statue of that man for the world to see. Now, ascertain the truth with your own eyes...the truth of one year ago,”

Drebber grips the tarp and swiftly and pulls it away. Revealing a most horrific scene. On the ground lies Enoch’s lifeless ceramic body in blood with the most horrified expression and standing above him was his killer. A man in leather boots, wearing black pants and a black trenchcoat. But most importantly of all, his knight’s helmet with one horizontal gap as it’s eyeholes but it glowed red.

I asked “Who is this man?”

“I don’t even know as well. But for now I call him the Phantom. The one that appears and disappears in a blink of an eye.”

“Shouldn’t you show this to the police. We could hunt him down with this visual evidence.”

Beep...beep...beep.

The beeps of the timer!

“I don’t plan on helping you catch this man. In fact, the two of you are going to die here without sharing this knowledge with anybody.”

Drebber makes a mad dash to another room and before the two of us could chase him down he locks the door on us.

“You hear those beeps? Those are going to be the last thing you’re ever going to hear” Drebber says, “What’s my revenge plan all along you ask? I’m going to kill the two of you and let Estraya’s up and coming serial killer go free. 5...4...3...2...1…”

“....huh?”

The beeping stopped.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Drebber shouted desperately

At that moment I couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is why you don’t underestimate the great detective,Alex Lupin, Mr Drebber. Did you really think I didn’t know about your whole bomb plan? I already deactivated those last week and replaced them with my own dummy bombs!”

“L...Last Week?!?!” Drebber screams

“I already figured out your trick after your professor killed herself. After that I tracked down where the detective got his letter almost immediately after his incident and found this place. I did some snooping around and saw some very dangerous items so I swapped them out and set my dummy bombs to the same timer that the real ones were on.Although I’ll give you credit for your sculptures, I didn’t see that when I was here last week. If you want to know where the real ones are they’ve all been defused.”

“DAMN YOU DETECTIVE” Drebber shouted as I heard him running away. Just then I heard something and when I look around I see that a trapdoor had opened from under Manov’s feet and he fell down. “Don’t worry about me, chase after him!” he shouted. I forced open the door with all my strength and gave chase.

I ran upstairs and at the top I saw a ladder leading to the roof. I barely managed to see Drebber’s legs climb out of the hole so I pursued him. When I got onto the roof I found Drebber standing just a few metres away from me.

“You have nowhere to run Drebber!” I shouted as I ran towards him. That was when I realised that it was still raining and the roof tiles were wet. A wrong step and I was going to slide off the mansion and fall to my death. “It’s more like YOU don’t have anywhere to go detective!” says Drebber as he turns around. That was when I saw all the color drain from his face.

Drebber stammers as he tries to ask,“Y..You…..What...are you doing here?”

I turn around and that was when I saw him.The man in leather boots, a black trenchcoat and his signature helmet.

It was the Phantom.

The Phantom runs on the wet roof tiles with astonishing ease and chases after Drebber.

“Stay away from me! PLEASE!” Drebber screams as he frantically tries to run away. But it was no use. Drebber slipped and he started to slide off the roof, desperate for his life he tried to grab onto anything to stop his fall but there was nothing. But just as Drebber was going to slide off the roof the Phantom catches Drebber’s bionic hand. But Drebber was still hanging from the roof.

“W...What are you...going to do...Give me hope and then let go….?ha….”

That was when he answered

“Probably so Drebber. You’ve sinned and now you need to pay” says the Phantom

_What am I going to do...I can’t die now...I can’t die now...wait a minute_

_Jahrlath I awaken you to forge a contract between the two of us, save me and you may have my soul_

_Please work please work_

_SAY MY NAME AGAIN AND OUR CONTRACT WILL BE FORGED_

“It worked….” says Drebber

“What worked?” asks the Phantom

Drebber cackles unlike anything that I ever head

“Jahrlath”

That was the final word that came out of Drebber’s mouth before he let go of the Phantom’s hand and fell to his death. Or so I thought

Suddenly, mid- fall his body disintegrates

I was in disbelief. Drebber just vanished! But my shock wasn’t anything compared to the Phantom’s

He began punching the ground so hard I could see blood dripping from his knuckles.

“DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT”

He turns around and notices I’m there. He puts a finger up to his helmet signalling I should be quiet. After seeing what the Phantom could do I didn’t want to trigger him. He slowly backs away into the hole leading back to the third floor. Once he was out of my field of view I climbed back down and returned to the trapdoor I left Manov in. I got a rope from somewhere in the art studio and pulled him back up. I told him about the events that unfolded on the roof.

“That’s...insane….” He truly was at a loss for words. I brought him out of the Mansion and escorted him to the police. Once I arrived at the safepoint I was praised for the successful rescue mission and my status rose. But I never expected the Phantom to appear again after that case. It was only after the subsequent phantom killings did I realise how scary he truly was. How scared Drebber was once he was targeted. When I returned to the art studio I couldn’t find the sculpture anymore. The only evidence that we had of the Phantom’s identity was gone. Manov strictly told me never to tell anybody that I saw the Phantom so I never included that in the reports. Although, I wonder why he told me to do so.

After I told Jacob Alex’s recount he was at a loss for words as well.

“He saw the phantom….The Phantom….my god. I thought Drebber was shot down . Looks like there are things that are kept hidden from us”

Jacob finished his tea and put his cup down.

“There’s still something else I need to discuss Jacob”

I knew I didn’t have much time left.After discussing another important matter with Jacob I went back home to continue making my preparations. Preparations for my imminent death.

_”Hello? Can anybody hear me?” I shouted. Nobody responded. No luck today huh. It’s been so long since I’ve been stranded in this desert. I don’t even know how I got here. I don’t even know who I am. I feel so alone. What happened to me. I tried again one more time. “Hello?!” I screamed with everything I had. Just when I was about to give up for good I heard a voice. I looked around and I didn’t see anybody. But then I saw some kind of red aura flying around me. I captured that red aura thing in my hand and asked , “Who are you?”_

_I am Jarlath. I will be your spirit companion from here on_

_Jarlath? Do you know who I am?Do you know my name?_

_Your name...is Drebber_

#whatsapp #fantasy #rpg #halloween #event #story #3rd #2nd #place

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HC storytime

Welcome to the first HC storytime. A mini-series where I write about my hcs for fandoms I know about. Won’t have a full-on schedule unless I feel as if people are really enjoying this, so enjoy!

Word Count: 1,613

Fandom: Lego Ninjago

The main character(s) in the writing: Kai

HC: Lactose Intolerance

Warnings: Mention and action of vomit/puking

When Kai was eleven, he would get sick. He would get bad stomach aches, burp a lot, and throw up. However, it only happened when he drank milk, ate cheese, or something that involved milk. Nya was getting worried about her big brother and went to grab the village doctor. “What is the problem again Nya?” Dr. Huntre asked, carrying his brown bag.

“Kai keeps getting sick after drinking milk and eating cheese,” Nya answered.

“What do you mean?”

“He gets tummy aches, he throws up, and he burps a lot.”

It took some time for the two to reach the Four Weapons. As the two enter the shop, they could hear someone throwing up. They ran to the bathroom to find Kai laying his head on the toilet.

“Kai, are you alright?” Dr. Huntre asked as he hurried over to the poor eleven-year-old boy.

“I’m fine.” Kai lied as he threw up again.

Dr. Huntre thought about the symptoms Nya explained to him, and when it happens.

“Kai, what have you recently eaten?”

“Ice cream.”

“How long has it been since you ate ice cream?”

“I ate it when Nya left.”

Kai threw up again. Dr. Huntre searched through his bag and found his notepad along with his breath test tool.

“Kai, can you breathe through this?”

Kai nodded and did so. Dr. Huntre looked at the tool and saw the number at 138 PPM. He looked in his notebook to look for Kai’s last recorded breath test.

Kai Ash Smith

Age-11

Breath Test-97 PPM

(I don’t know the moderate amount for children. I did look it up, but it told me 97-99%)

Dr. Huntre realizes what’s going on, and sighed in relief.

“I think I know the problem,” Dr. Huntre said as he put his notebook away. “Kai, you seem to be lactose intolerant.”

“What does that mean?” Nya asked.

“Inside the body, there are these little workers called lactase that break down milk and other milk-related food. They do that so the body doesn’t have problems in the future. In Kai’s case, there aren’t enough lactase in his body, so he has more trouble digesting milk and other milk-related food.”

“Is there a cure?” Kai asked.

“I’m afraid not, but there are ways to help you so you don’t have to go through this every time.”

After Kai started to feel better, Dr. Huntre told Kai about the other food options he could eat so that he still got the calcium he needed. Kai gladly took the other food option, but he would still eat ice cream.

In the present time.

“Three years Kai,” Nya told Kai.

“Nya, please don’t do this again,” Kai asked.

“It’s been three years, and you still haven’t told them about your lactose intolerance.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“They do.”

“Why?”

“What if someone makes a giant dairy feast and you eat that? You’re going to end up being stuck in the bathroom for a long time.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Now that’s a joke.”

Kai rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to visit Mom and Dad for a while, and I am going to visit Dr. Huntre,” Nya said.

“Why are you going to Dr. Huntre?” Kai asked.

“To tell him about your recent behavior.”

Kai stuck his tongue at Nya, and she did it back. She left the monastery and Kai was now alone in his room.

I do want to tell them, but what if they make fun of me?

“Kai, lunch is ready!” Zane called out.

Kai left his room and went to the dining room. He turned into a ghost when he saw what was on the table.

Oh Nya, why did you jinx me? Kai thought to himself.

On the table, there were: cucumber leek soup, ham & cheese grits, oven-baked chicken with mozzarella cheese, and a Colby Cobb salad.

“Are you okay Kai?” Zane asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Kai responded, “Just surprised by the big feast.”

“Well we didn’t have many ingredients and most of them were going to expire soon.”

Kai’s stomach dropped. If the food they had were going to expire soon, you knew Zane was the one cooking. Kai smiled nervously. He sat down with the others and began to eat. There was no way he was going to hurt Zane’s feelings.

After lunch.

Kai regretted having seconds, and he knew he was going to get scolded by Nya. She wasn’t here right now, so at least there was that.

Besides, it won’t happen immediately, Kai told himself. It takes about thirty minutes anyway, that’s plenty of time to find a way to cover this.

Kai began to think of ways he could avoid telling everyone he’s lactose intolerant. He could probably just say he drank soda for the burping part. That was easy. But the hardest part was coming up with an excuse for the stomach aches and the vomiting. Food poisoning? Zane would blame himself. Got the stomach flu? Straight to the medical room, and a ticket to them finding out. Ate a snack that was expired?... That might work. He’ll just tell them that.

“Hey, Wu wants us outside for training,” Jay said.

“I’m coming.” Kai got up.

The two went outside to the training yard and began training.

Meanwhile, with Nya.

“How’s Kai?” Maya asked.

“He’s doing better after the incident,” Nya answered. “But he’s being super stubborn about his health.”

“What do you mean?”

“He won’t tell anyone about his lactose intolerance.”

“I guess it’s your mother and my fault for that.” Ray chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Nya asked her father.

“Well Kai has my stubbornness, and your mother is also lactose intolerant.”

“You were a very stubborn man when I first met you,” Maya smirked.

Ray chuckled a bit.

“Oh, Nya, you said you were here for something else?”

“Oh yeah, I’m going to visit Dr. Huntre afterward,” Nya said as she took another sip from her tea.

“What for?”

“I need to inform him about Kai’s behavior, plus there is something I need from him.”

“Shouldn’t you go then?”

“It can wait for a while. Right now, I’m spending time with my parents.”

Back at the monastery.

The training session was finally over, and everyone was tired. Kai went to his room to check what time it was.

12:54 PM

It can't be thirty minutes already! Kai bit his lip.

Time wasn’t lying. He clutched aching stomach, cursing to himself. He toughens up, and he went to look for the guys.

Kai found them in the gaming room. Jay was the first to notice Kai.

"Hey Kai," Jay waved when noticed Kai's pale face. "Are you alright? You look pale."

Kai nodded. The pain in his stomach is getting worse.

Zane looked over at Kai, and he looked like he was going to throw up.

"Is something wrong?" Zane asked.

Kai was about to say something. Then he felt it. Vomit was starting to rise. He ran to the bathroom and went straight to the toilet. He then threw up.

Everyone heard the red ninja vomiting and went to check on him. He was found laying his on the toilet seat with vomit hanging from his mouth.

Cole came to Kai's side and rubbed his back.

"What happened?" Cole asked.

"Probably ate something bad," Kai answered before throwing up again. Cole was feeling suspicious.

"Okay, let's get you to bed for now."

Cole helped Kai up and carried him to his room. Zane grabbed the bathroom trashcan and followed the two.

The three got to Kai's room, and he was laid down in his bed. Zane put the trash can near Kai.

“Stay in here and rest, I’m going to try to find some medicine for you,” Zane told Kai.

He nodded, and Cole and Zane left the room.

After a few minutes of looking for medicine, Nya came home.

“Hey Zane,” Nya said. “Are you looking for something?”

“I’m looking for medicine for Kai,” Zane answered.

“Did something happen?”

“He’s been throwing up for a few minutes. He says he ate something bad, but I only recall him eating lunch.”

“What did you use for lunch?”

“Mostly food that would expire soon, which were mostly dairy products strangely.”

“How much did Kai eat?”

“He had two servings, is there a reason why you’re asking me these questions?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Nya ran to Kai’s room. There he was, lying down while suffering.

“Please don’t tell me you ate two servings of dairy,” Nya begged.

“You’re the one who jinxed me.” Kai glared.

“Why would you eat that much!”

“I didn’t want to hurt Zane’s feelings!”

Kai threw up.

“This was the reason why you should have told them you’re lactose intolerant!”

“Wait, Kai is lactose intolerant?” Lloyd asked.

The Smith siblings looked at the doorway. Lloyd, Cole, Jay, and Zane were there.

Before Kai could say anything, he let out a large belch. He hid under his blankets, turning red.

After explaining.

“So Kai has been lactose intolerant this whole time?” Jay asked.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Cole asked Kai.

“Because you guys would make fun of me and poke at me for it,” Kai answered turning his head away. “Just like everyone else.”

Everyone looked at each other.

“We promise we won’t poke at you or make fun of you for it,” Zane promised. “We’re going to go easy on our use of dairy for cooking from now on. For now, you need to rest.”

So Kai spent the last hour being in pain.

And everyone did go easy on the dairy. They also made sure to poke or joke about Kai’s lactose intolerance.

#tw vomit #tw puke #ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago wu #hcstorytime

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