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thenationaltreasuregazette · 1 year

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To the editor,

After Abigail and Riley contact Ian, Ian calls Ben in FBI custody and tells him 'and the FBI agents listening in on this call' that they should meet him on the flight deck of the USS Intrepid at 10am tomorrow.

Therefore, between ~4:15pm on Saturday, June 19th and 10am on Sunday, June 20th, there is a whole missing twelve hours (!) where Abigail and Riley have to make their way to New York after negotiating with Ian.

My personal headcanon is that Ben had all of the cash from Common Sense on him when he got nabbed by the FBI because it's Ben . Riley maybe has $20 cash on him and the only thing Abigail has are her earrings from her gala outfit. Either they scrape together enough cash for a bus ticket (?) or they have to travel with Ian and co. (Ian seems unlikely to let them out of his sight and Abigail obviously doesn't want to leave the Declaration, but from the dialogue of the car phone call scene it seems like Ian 'doesn't know' where Abigail and Riley are hiding nearby).

They also have to have slept at some point.

TL;DR there's a whole ~twelve hours of Abigail & Riley bonding time that is missing from the movie and the possibilities are endless! Thoughts?

Hi Anon,

Thanks so much for your question!

First of all, I am a walnut and the timeline article has been updated to reflect that yes, Ian tells us what time the adventure resumes on day 3: 10am on the deck on the Intrepid.

Which is actually great! Placing the Washington, D. C., Philadelphia, and New York legs of the adventure on different days makes for a neat separation of events by both place and time. It also makes the travel logistics more plausible, and takes the total time elapsed from around 24 hours to more like 48.

While that does leave the gang a little more time to rest, that assumes they can rest. If they can’t or won’t sleep due to danger, anxiety, travel, or all of the above, that weekend must feel like it lasts an eternity.

Like I said before, they must be e x h a u s t e d by the time this thing concludes.

But as you point out, the timeline the movie presents us with significant instances of missing time.

That’s missing as in unaccounted for, not missing as in wrong, btw. One of the many things I love about National Treasure is its pacing. Each sequence gets to take center stage when its time, but the movie certainly doesn’t drag. If nothing plot-significant is happening, we don’t need to see it.

In the film that is.

In the land of fandom, well…*evil laughter*

So.

National Treasure presents us with three significant instances of missing time:

The drive from D.C. to Philadelphia

The wait between their arrival in Philly at sunrise and clothes shopping/cypher decoding in the afternoon.

The trip from Philadelphia to New York.

Let’s take each in turn.

And boy oh boy, this one got out of hand. More under the cut if you’re interested.

D.C. to Philadelphia

First there’s the middle-of-the-night drive from D.C. to Philadelphia. We do see one scene from this time where Riley is dozing in the back seat as Ben tells Abigail about Common Sense. I really love this scene because it’s more intimate and quiet than anything that’s come before it. I am an absolute slut for quiet moments inside loud stories.

Up until now the movie has been all high stakes and big decisions. Now, because they’re forced to travel, the characters have to slow down. The only thing that has come close so far is the stop at the park in front of the Jefferson memorial, and even that included two huge decisions: Ben decided to face his father and Abigail decided she was going wherever the Declaration was.

The only decision made in the car is that they need to go shopping.

Even in this brief moment, all of their personalities are on full display. Riley is being skeptical and hilarious even as he’s half-asleep in the back seat using the Declaration as a pillow. Ben is full-steam-ahead on his mission, both literally and figuratively in the driver’s seat as he plans their next move and reveals he was already think about it by swiping the book from his dad’s. Abigail is reserved but curious. She still seems to be sizing the guys up as they banter back and forth, and is ready to match Ben’s historical references. Unlike Riley, she appears just as wide awake as Ben, and continues in the role she’s taken on since the test for the Ottendorf cypher, as the second-in-command. Hence she is in the passenger seat, versus in the van when she was in the back. Damn I love media analysis.

The whole scene lasts less than 30 seconds, and as we discovered in our timeline, the drive from Washington D.C. to Philadelphia takes about 3 hours. So what else did they talk about?

I’m particularly interested in Abigail’s perspective here, because this is the first chance she’s gotten to actually talk to Ben since she got roped into the heist. She started asking questions the moment she got pulled into the van, but Ben wasn’t answering. Then she learned more about him and the Gates’ family history with the treasure while observing his interactions with Patrick, but this is the first chance she has to really talk with him.

Ben must still be pretty wired from the heist and the discovery of the cypher, but it’s as late as 4 am by the time they’re on the road. His eyes could be getting heavy and talking to Abigail might help him stay alert, even if they’re talking about nothing. We know she doesn’t ask about Patrick’s weird question until they’re in the dressing rooms, but there’s plenty else they could have covered.

As I talk about here, Ben was curious about Abigail from the moment they met, and that was when she was refusing to help them. Now she’s not only demanded to come along on his crazy quest, but she’s become actively involved. From the moment she puts lemon juice on the Declaration of Independence, Abigail a personal stake in the hunt—now her job, career, and reputation are on the line. Ben has to have questions about that.

As for Riley, he’s hungry. He tells us as much. The canon scene seems to be near the beginning of the trip, given that Riley is making basic observations about the car (it’s a “sweet ride,” “This car smells weird.”) so he probably starts lobbying to stop for food at some point.

As the night wears on and the adrenaline wears off, Ben and Abigail realize that they haven’t eaten all night either. Abigail may or may not have had a chance to eat before the gala. When the alarm in the Declaration’s case goes off, she actually has her coat on to head home. Depending on how long it took to respond to the alarm, she may not have left the Archives at all. And I doubt Ben could eat anything before the heist.

My personal headcanon is that they stop at a 24 hour Burger King (et al). They make Riley order so they don’t look too suspicious in their gala clothes (mostly in case the FBI starts canvasing the fast food joints off every exit from D.C. to Philly. I suspect the night crew themselves would not give a shit). Everybody uses the bathroom.

It’s at this moment I’d like to give a shoutout to Abigail’s eye makeup. In the aforementioned scene in the car she’s still got perfect smokey eye, but that's a whole lot of dark eye makeup and that only ends one way: full Winter Soldier.

It's also fairly hard to get off. It only comes off with certain products like makeup remover or baby oil, and that much dark makeup would take like...full minutes of scrubbing to remove.

I imagine that in the fast food bathroom she notices that it’s starting to smudge. There's not much she can do about it at the moment, but whether because it's messy, uncomfortable, conspicuous, or all of the above, all that makeup is gone the next time we see her in the dressing room.

Which brings us to part 2.

Philadelphia

In some ways this is a continuation of the previous stretch of time. The only shot we see in between is the car driving into Philadelphia at sunrise. I’m separating them though because, well, they feel different to me.

Road trips are a special kind of liminal space. You don’t have to talk but you can’t leave, and at least one person has to be awake.

Once Team Treasure gets to Philadelphia, they can stretch their legs, run errands, get a break from each other. It’s different, so we’re counting it differently.

They arrive at sunrise but we don’t see them again until Abigail and Ben are at Urban Outfitters and Riley is outside the Franklin Institute sometime around 2 pm. (Per the cashier’s “almost three.”)

The Franklin Institute opens at 9:30am, and with the FBI hot on their trail (and Ian, though they don’t know that yet) they don’t have a moment to loose.

So what were they doing??

The screenwriting answer is: waiting until it was closer to the actual time on the $100 bill to generate more tension racing for the clue.

But here at the National Treasure Gazette we’re in the business of taking the story as-is. So in the universe of the film, what were they doing?

My best guess is sleeping, or at least trying to. I imagine something would have to happen in order to make Ben pause, even for a little while, so picture this: They’re winding their way through downtown Philadelphia. Riley is groggily complaining that he wants to sleep more. At this point Abigail in inclined to agree. Ben won’t hear it until he makes a bad driving decision. Not anything major, but he takes a turn too soon or too late, he drifts into another lane, or he doesn’t see another car until he’s forced to swerve out of the way. Okay. Point taken.

If they don’t get their wits about them, they’ll be caught before they find anything.

They park in an out of the way spot. Riley agrees to take first watch because he already slept a bit. Ben tries to argue and it takes both Riley and Abigail to convince him to relax. Only once Ben has finally resigned himself to resting does Abigail attempt to close her eyes too.

Nobody sleeps well, if they sleep at all. They jump at every siren and set of footsteps that gets too close to the car. All three of their pulses are racing, and although Ben’s body needs to rest, his mind will not stop chasing after the treasure.

At some point they send Riley into a drug store to grab a few necessities—granola bars, bottled water, maybe some bandaids. A bottle of ibuprofen because Abigail’s shoulder is starting to bother her and at least one of the three of them has a pounding headache at any given time from here to the finale. Riley takes pity on Abigail’s increasingly smudged makeup and grabs a travel pack of makeup wipes as well. Abigail hasn’t paid too much attention to Riley up until this point, but she’ll always remember that gesture.

Literally all of this is conjecture except:

The car is parked on a nearby street

Abigail doesn’t have her party makeup on by the time they’re shopping

But I had fun.

And finally, there’s the matter of Saturday night.

Philadelphia to New York

As you point out Anon, there is a massive chunk of missing time in between Saturday afternoon, when Ben is being questioned by the FBI and Abigail asks Riley to call Ian, and Sunday morning on the deck of the Intrepid.

Ben’s situation is fairly predictable. He’s in custody with the FBI, and at some point they move him from Philadelphia to New York. I’m inclined to think they move him that night, shortly after the phone call with Ian. The longer they wait, the more time there is for something to go wrong. I’m no kind of expert on FBI protocol, but I suspect they’d want to get all the pieces of their plan in motion as soon as possible, and that includes moving Ben.

That leaves us the questions of who and how?

Sadusky would not be doing this himself. He’s in a different car in the FBI caravan, or maybe even on a helicopter to ensure he gets maximum prep time. He’d pass babysitting duty off to one of his subordinate agents, probably Agent Hendrix as punishment for not taking the tip seriously (We’re gonna put a pin in Edge of History for now, yeah?).

That means one of the other agents gets stuck with him. Probably Agent Johnson, because per their setup in the surveillance van during the Intrepid sequence, he seems like someone Sadusky relies on. Sadusky would want someone trustworthy there to make sure Hendrix didn’t mess up again.

Ben talks their ear off about history for the entire drive. Not anything related to the treasure hunt, just random stuff he thinks is cool. It’s two hours of Ben Gates’ finest “Did you know?”s and “Umm, actually”s. Hendrix and Johnson are annoyed at first, but eventually they start naming random years and letting Ben spout off things that happened. It passes the time, but man are they relieved to reach Manhattan.

But what about Abigail and Riley?

As you point out, the two of them have to travel from Philadelphia to New York with basically no resources. There are only a few ways they could get there.

The Bus Route

You make an excellent argument that if there’s any cash left after the shopping trip, Ben probably has it. He’s the one paying the cashier—“Can I see one of those $100 bills I paid you with?”— so he would likely have whatever is leftover in his wallet. Plus, he’s the architect of this whole caper. He’s the one making the plans, calling the shots, and probably also keeping the cash.

And that’s if there is any money left. It’s hard to make out exactly how much Abigail dumps out of the book. One $100 and one $20 are clearly visible, along with three other bills. Let’s say that they have $340. Oh, plus the $32.57 that Ben already had in his wallet. They pay at least $200 for their clothes—“ one of those $100 bills” plural—and they don’t have any $100s left, or Ben wouldn’t need to trade his watch to get one back. Maybe they spent all $300 on the clothes (it is Urban Outfitters, like, way to use your resources wisely guys. Maybe try Marshall's?), or maybe they broke the remaining hundred earlier for food or supplies.

In any case, there’s probably not much. It’s possible that Riley has a few bucks in his wallet or pockets since he hasn’t changed since the heist. If he’s been making purchases for the group (since until the shopping trip he’s the only one dressed normally) he could have some of the change in his pockets.

Abigail followed Ben out of the Archives without a purse, so unless she had anything in her dress or jacket, or kept some change during the day, she doesn’t have any additional resources to work with. She does have her earrings, but since she’s not wearing them at the clothing store, my guess is they’re in the car, and therefore with the FBI. If she does have them on her—like maybe she took them off in the changing room and slipped them into the pocket of her new jeans or jacket—then there’s a chance she could barter them for cash or bus tickets.

I suppose they could have divided any remaining cash between them in case one of them got caught or separated, but based how surprised Riley seems by the idea of splitting up at Independence Hall it doesn’t seem to my like they considered such a plan until that moment.

I’ll also offer the possibility that Riley could try to hack into a ticket kiosk at the bus station if they couldn’t pay. I think this is less likely thought, because doesn’t have his laptop with him, only a c. 2004 cell phone. While I’m sure he could do this with the right equipment, I don’t know that he’d have access to said equipment at the moment. Perhaps he could do it from an internet cafe like he does with Shaw’s phone in New York, but many of his hacks seem to rely on preparation—like breaking into the camera feeds at the National Archives, or sneaking a receiver into the Buckingham Palace computer network in the deleted scene from Book of Secrets. So the plausibility of this route is up to you.

If you like any of these configurations, then Riley and Abigail could have bought bus tickets to New York. And actually, the Philadelphia bus station is just a block from Reading Terminal Market, where Riley and Abigail hide from Shaw and discover the true National Treasure, Meat Lady. It would depend where in NYC the bus was stopping, but the Port Authority bus terminal is in midtown near the Intrepid, not in the financial district where Trinity Church is. My point being, on the New York end of the journey they might face an additional expense of taking the subway or a cab.

As far as sleeping goes, they might try to get a late night bus to avoid the issue, killing time on either end as needed. If they had the money to spare, maybe they nursed the cheapest beer in a nearby bar until it closed, then headed to the station. Maybe they sat in the bus station well into the night, but if the FBI or local police are still searching for them, they probably want to be at the bus station for as little time as possible. Not to mention that such places often discourage loitering, but as two decently dressed white people, they might have less trouble in that department.

The Sadusky Route

I’ll also off the possibility that Ben includes transportation for them in his deal with Sadusky somehow. Something along the lines of “My friends will turn themselves in in NYC once we recover the Declaration.”

If Sadusky were to agree—though I don’t know how likely that is—Riley might receive a mysterious phone call telling him two bus tickets will be waiting for them. In this case their safety is assured but they’re likely to be followed.

In any of the routes that take them on a bus, Abigail and Riley would spend a lot of time together.

Remember, it’s Ben that Abigail’s really connected with so far. He’s the one she’s been flirting with, he rescued her from the catering truck, she learned about his family and his relationship with his father, and he’s the one she risked her career with testing the Declaration. She was talking to Ben only during both the late night car ride and while clothes shopping. To her, Riley has been the weird sarcastic guy tagging along.

That’s not to say she hasn’t had any interactions with him. Her “I look pregnant?” comment is directed to Riley, so she’s clearly not afraid to engage with him. But she has gotten to know Riley way less than she’s gotten to know Ben.

She’d probably be curious about how Riley got involved in the treasure hunt, and for preparation purposes I’d imagine she’d have lots of questions about Ian—who his henchmen are, their dynamics, the kinds of weapons they carry, etc.

But after that the conversation might run a bit dry. Riley doesn’t know much about history; Abigail doesn’t seem like much of a conspiracy theorist. Though, idk, she jokingly brought up bigfoot during their first meeting so Riley might see how far he can run with that.

As a fic writer, you have some choices to make. You want to give Riley and Abigail enough to talk about and things to bond over, but you probably want to to leave the juiciest information for Ben. It’s Ben who’s going to want to know how she fell in love with history, who her favorite president is, the time periods she’s most interested in, her worst professor, etc. At least I imagine her conversations with Riley are more about the situation at hand or random topics of interest.

"You ever see the movie Stargate?"

"I'm not too big on movies.

How about the TV show?

(Abigail gives an apologetic smile)

Right. Not big on TV either. What do you do for fun, go to the opera? You know what, don't answer that. Let me tell you a little bit about ancient aliens."

Based on the two scenes we see from the beginning and end of this journey—in the park and then in the cafe—Abigail is standing and pacing, and Riley is sitting, first in a dejected stupor, and then on the computer. I imagine this physicality would continue in a bar or bus station. Abigail has a lot of nervous energy to work out by pacing or fidgeting and Riley’s more prone to staring off into space.

Unless Riley got going on a conspiracy theory topic that he's really passionate about. Then I imagine he's all hand gestures.

The Ian Route

And then of course there is the path most full of danger and dramatic possibilities—a deal with Ian.

Let’s start with how Ian and the boys are traveling. They appear at Trinity Church with two vehicles. Ben and Shaw arrive in a black Lincoln town car with New York plates, Shippen is holding Patrick across the street in a black Range Rover with a Washington D.C. license plate, and Ian is already waiting on foot.

The plates suggest to me that they’ve had the Range Rover for the whole journey, but given that Ian has “nearly unlimited resources” they’ve probably been swapping out cars frequently to avoid detection.

But we know that they travel in multiple vehicles. If Shippen was sent back to the D.C. area to get Patrick, that means Ian, Shaw, Powell and Phil would still be traveling to New York, likely in at least two vehicles. They’re big guys with lots of equipment and no financial restrictions; they have no need to pack into one car.

Which means there’s plenty of room for guests/shot-callers/hostages to travel with them!

Shaw complains to Ben that Abigail is "the one calling all the shots now." He may know or suspect that Ian has other plans in the works to get the power back, but until Patrick arrives as a hostage it seems like Abigail is genuinely in control of the situation.

As such she could barter passage for herself and Riley as part of the deal: “If you get us to New York and get Ben away from the FBI, we can show you to the treasure.”

As you point out, this option has one massive benefit: Abigail gets to keep an eye on the Declaration in person. In any of these configurations I’m sure she stressed to Ian that he needs the glasses Ben has to get any further. There is no other way to read the map and no chemical procedure that can replicate the glasses. If the Declaration is damaged in any way, the deal is off. But in this case she gets to ensure first hand that they’re not going to try anything.

If Abigail is demanding to ride with the Declaration, that also means she’s riding with Ian. I doubt he would let it out if his sight either, lest Abigail and Riley try to escape with it. And Riley is riding with Abigail, because splitting up would be the most dangerous thing the two of them could do at this point.

Ian wouldn’t want to be outnumbered, so he’d have his boyfriend number two man Shaw riding shotgun.

Now that is a recipe for one awkward car ride.

Unlike a version where they take the bus, Abigail and Riley probably aren’t talking much here. They can’t. They need to give away as little about themselves as possible.

Likewise, Ian and Shaw can’t talk freely either. Shaw might get the occasional phone call which he answers with a few cryptic words. “Yes. No. Then deal with it.”

Of course Riley knows Ian and Shaw, but as I discuss here, I don’t think he was with the crew for very long before the Charlotte betrayal. The last time he tried to make casual conversation with these guys he got a gun pointed at time. The doesn’t deter him too much, as he does the same thing later in the underground chamber, but any attempts to start a conversation here are probably met with glares, signs, and maybe an “I see what you’re trying to do but please stop” smile from Abigail.

I think Ian might be more disposed to talk to Abigail, both because she’s calling the shots at the moment and because we do see that he has a polite streak, at least when in comes to people who aren’t his enemies. He’s quite cordial and supportive with Ben when they uncover the Charlotte, and he’s polite to the little boy at the Franklin Institute. He might see it as being in his best interest to not alienate Abigail when she’s the one arranging this deal. If she stays happy the he gets his treasure.

So there you go, one awkward car ride with a side of contempt.

As for how they slip away from Ian, I imagine that’s part of the deal. Until Ben escapes custody, Abigail could call the FBI and reveal Ian’s plan at any time. So if she said that she and Riley would be watching from a distance, they might have no choice but to go with it.

Conclusion

My conclusion is that I’ve been thinking about Team Treasure’s late night burger run for a while now, but I hadn’t really considered how they all get to New York, and all the possibilities that chunk of missing time in particular has for interesting character interactions.

Any of these scenarios have the potential to significantly deepen Riley and Abigail’s relationship. Over the course of the night, they might very well have gone from barely acquaintances to actual friends.

Which ones do y'all like? What scenarios did I miss? Leave a comment!

Thanks so much for your question! Feel free to send another any time.

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sleepymarmot · 1 year

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Glass Onion

Yes, I had been waiting for this movie for a while and dropped everything to watch it the day of release. What about it?

Liveblog

Is it bad that I’m already like “I want all of these people to die”? Well, maybe not Lionel I guess.

Lol a bit of sci-fi to justify the actors not wearing masks for the entire movie

Is the bad CGI robot some kind of Star Wars legacy? :D

Aww, poor Benoit Soo, one of the guests plans to murder the host for real, and invites a detective to frame another guest?

It’s been 30 minutes, can people start dying please (Not Andi though, that’d be uncool)

Love the scenery, and Craig’s outfit is nice

Cool shot where Andi has the same expression as the Mona Lisa

“This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed.”

Okay, so far we’ve established the motive for: Peg, Duke, Lionel, maybe Claire. What about Birdie? And the random guy hanging around? And Andi? Is Andi automatically disqualified because we saw her destroy the box? That could be a real alibi or a red herring.

Nooo, so awkward, I can’t watch this Oh, he did it on purpose, that makes it a bit less painful

Huh, he didn’t mention Andi in the monologue...

Oh good, exactly an hour into a murder mystery, someone finally died! Yes, yes, of course it was an attempt on Miles’ life, I thought we’ve already established he’s who everyone wants dead. Cool trick to keep Norton among the active cast, I thought it was weird for the most famous actor to play the victim. (It’s nice to see Norton again btw, I wondered a while ago why I hadn’t seen him in new movies recently.)

Lmao the lights! Now this is fun

Oh no, Andi! :(

Plot twist!! Well now he's responsible for an innocent woman’s death, that’s going to give him a motive to find the killer

This shit is wild

Hell yeah she’s alive!!!

Is she going to attack the Mona Lisa?..

I feel bad about the painting. The way this was framed as a triumphant moment has the same energy as that Tumblr post about destroying famous paintings because rich people like them.

Review

[Additional spoilers for Knives Out, The Last Jedi, Midsommar, and The Handmaiden]

The film takes too much time to get started. The characters are too flat to carry it until the plot actually launches. Only gets good after the plot twist. The secondhand embarrassment scenes are excruciating.

The plot: “rich people bad, the detective teams up with a pure-hearted woman of color and helps her win”, take two. Are they going to make a whole franchise out of this? Not a great foundation for murder mystery: just look for the most entitled white man and that’s your killer.

Benoit Blanc himself, though, is a good character to build a movie series around. A classic independent detective with a kind heart and a taste for adventure — I want to see more of him. Many people have said it already, but I want Blanc to replace Bond as Daniel Craig’s #1 role.

The biggest strength of the film were, of course, all of the clever and fun twists and reveals. As you can see from the liveblog, I was misdirected very successfully and loved it every time.

And now for the biggest flaw of Glass Onion in my eyes. Just like Knives Out, this film has an extremely fun outer layer wrapped around the heart that I find a genuine downer. Most of the shallow, annoying characters got off scot-free, and what was harmed the most in act 3 was an innocent painting. I’ve already seen The Last Jedi, I don’t really need the same ending scene as the Canto Bight storyline — except worse because the writer doesn’t see the difference between “rich asshole’s property” and “priceless piece of art”. Which is a bad enough take to see on Tumblr, but straight up baffling to encounter in a high budget movie, written by a professional filmmaker. (Amazing timing, though. How did they manage to release this not only in the middle of the Musk major meltdown/Twitter takeover but also soon after the Van Gogh soup discourse?)

In retrospect it also reminds me of a couple of other famous scenes with a female protagonist involved in destruction, and the comparison is not in Glass Onion’s favor. Midsommar also ends with the heroine and a huge symbolic fire, but it’s a horror/drama, and the event takes not only the lives of those caught in the fire but the soul of the heroine. The Handmaiden, on the other hand, features a scene of art destruction that is genuinely positive and cathartic, but the nature of art and the role it plays in human lives is radically different.

[Edited to add] I’ve seen people who liked the ending defend it by saying that people are more important than art. The thing is, if this were framed as the trolley problem — if destroying a priceless work of art were presented as the only way to save an unknown number of lives — I would feel differently. Instead, the film seems to want the viewer not to value the Mona Lisa just because the rich amoral characters do value it.

In a more Watsonian and practical sense, I don’t see how this is a win for Helen. She was the one who burned the painting. The fuel played only a minor part, the painting would have been destroyed just the same without it (in fact, that’s what expected Miles’ lighter to be for). But even if it were otherwise — okay, so this new fuel can easily cause a fire; well, so can electricity and gas if you’re not careful! Not great for PR of this specific product, but not a death sentence either. Most importantly, it’s the person who committed arson that will be charged for it, not the person who unwittingly provided the fuel for the fire.

I did have a good time, to be clear! Very worth watching unspoiled. The release was timed well: the overall lighthearted tone, clever twists, vibrant visuals (bright colors, stylish outfits, idyllic location) make this a good holiday movie.

I’m having trouble with a numerical grade (the worst part of IMDB and Letterboxd is that they make me care about grading, even though it doesn’t work with how I think about media at all). Glass Onion feels like a 7, but I gave Knives Out a 9 and they don’t feel two whole grades apart.

#glass onion #glass onion spoilers #blah blah blah

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pheonixrainbow15 · 2 years

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LUZ'S S2 OUTFITS

Pt.2: Electric Boogaloo (it's still 1:00am btw, just another night)

Like I said in my last post, Luz changes mid-way through the series. But before we get to that-

Pirate Luz!

Ripped, beige sweater; baggy, navy pants; black shoes, nuthin special; a blue hat with a fish on it; and a scarf(?) With a aquatic animal in the middle.

This first episode of season 2 is mainly about guilt and feeling like a burden. Luz feels like the events of the previous season are her fault, and she spends the episode trying to make it up to Eda by putting herself in danger in the exchange of money, which the BGC really needs.

It's reckless either way, but it's worth noting that she doesn't go into this adventure for no specific reason. She's not just following some stranger she met that day, she's not accepting challenges that could potentially kill her. Well she is but, she has a purpose for taking this bounty, outside of wanting to go on a pirate adventure. She takes this task more seriously.

This is the beginning of the various outfits Luz wears that use darker colors along with beige. And is the first of many outfits with an absence of purple. Which, as previously established, is a color associated with Luz.

PJS!

The purple cape; faded purple shirt; long, dark jeans with blue diamonds going down to a round ear animal with yellow eyes and white skin/fur; her regular shoes; a yellow sweatpants lace in the middle.

Besides her default outfit, this is the only outfit she wears this whole season that had a shit ton of Purple. But even in this outfit, it's a lot duller then her previous outfits.

If I were to put my finger on it at 1:30am, I guess she's more relaxed at night then day now. Like, you're able to be fully comfortable to sleep at night, and this is what she's most comfortable in.

Why In the episode where she's being confronted with the question of what she's going to do in the future? [Edit this]

But the next time we see her in this outfit is-

Right at sunrise

And that, people who found this post, is the last time we see Luz in purple. Or in mostly purple.

Yes we do see her in her default outfit at times, but it's mostly covered by

✨EDA'S JACKET✨

And specifically in this episode, she wears fingerless gloves, and her hair droops down to messier stands than before. The hair is obviously supposed to be a visual representation of how out of focus she is from her own well-being. Which is fitting, given the context of the episode.

But this is the first of a few episodes we see her wear the jacket.

It's a dark brown, varsity jacket with beige sleeves, a star on on side, and an E on the other.

Going back to my other post, long sleeve jackets/sweaters are usually worn for comfort and warmth, like a hug you can wear. It can also be this layer of emotional protection; almost like a tarp thrown over your big feelings so nobody will know what exactly you're hiding.

It was one thing for Luz to wear the blazer in the 3rd act of the grom episode, hiding her worries/fears of telling her mother about the demon realm. But that was when she still had the Owl Portal, when summer camp hadn't ended yet, and she could've gone back at any time.

But the situation changed. She wasn't sure she could get home yet, things are getting more dangerous for her owl family. It wasn't about whether or not mom would find out anymore, but how she could work things out with her mom now that she knows. And just to remind her of LITERALLY ALL HER WORRIES AT ONCE, Her dad died that day and she couldn't do the usual tradition with her mom about visiting his grave.

Yeah. She's keeping that jacket on for the rest of the season.

Sometimes she wears her default outfit + EDA'S JACKET + a hat she previously wore. But I doubt there's much significance other than it fit the setting she was in.

But now to our grand finale:

Her baggy khakis tucked in knee-high boots, the grey-blue shirt under the eda jacket, and a pony tail to show the passage of time, we are at our

FINALE OUTFIT

We have officially entered No Purple Territory. This isn't the Luz we started with. She's changed a lot. She's grown a lot.

Two things to note for this outfit: blue and beige. These were colors that were non-existent in her wardrobe in season one, but they appear more often in season two.

Why these colors though?

For beige, the first thing that comes up on google is:

"In modern times, It has come to symbolize work [...]. In some cultures, beige garments symbolize piety or simplicity."

And for blue, it's:

"...Is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, and sensitivity."

Source for all the colors I searched up

The ties with blue is obvious. Luz had longed for a world where she would be able to express herself, and she's now in the middle of it. But because blue started showing up in s2, it makes me wonder: Does a part of her, deep down, feel more free, more open now, more close to the demon realm, that there is no connection to the human realm?

Its a thought, but I don't think so. Her mother alone creates a strong connection to the human realm she cannot sever, and a lot of the decisions she makes are emotionally driven by wanting to see her mom to explain everything. she's a lot more emotionally vulnerable this season, she's blue(da boh de dah bo dah).

but Beige? In season one, the color in all of her outfits are purple. now they're beige.

And THE FUCKING IPAD KID STOLE IT

So I ask: What gives?

#the owl house season two #the owl house #luz the human #the owl house luz #didn't expect me to make a part 2?#months later???#also expect a part 3 #Yeah I just wanted to analyze the outfits.#or at least #how the outfits reflected Luz's character #luz noceda #toh #toh luz

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.38--Episodes 12-13

I have watched through S4E13; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—YASS, Chernabog! How’s it hanging, babe? That guy is one of the best parts of Fantasia, I just adore him. I do kinda wish he’d gotten a simple draped skirt inside of those ugly fur-covered legs, though. It would match his ancient evil aesthetic.

—Speaking of aesthetics, Maleficent is suddenly rather striking. I’m so glad they’ve got her out of those hideous frilly, purple outfits where her hair was visible. That black dress with the red sparkles is gorgeous, and she’s finally got proper horns. And her dragon staff is so cool.

—Rumple hanging out with some petty b*tches is hilarious. Especially because he’s basically one himself.

—Lol Disney villains going to off-brand Taco Bell

—Aaaay, it’s Kitty from Malcolm in the Middle!

—Not a huge fan of certain parts of Ursula’s design. Her hair would look much better with her look if it were either jet-black or stark white. And I don’t get why she only has two tentacles; if she’s supposed to be an ancient octopus goddess, she should have the full octopus number. But her “real” world clothes are pretty cute.

—I hate Cruella. She’s a puppy killer. But…when it comes to her, I can’t decide whether I prefer trashy, ugly Cruella or an as-of-yet nonexistent glam, chic Cruella. Her look could be gorgeous if done right, but it’s always done in the cheapest way possible, which is part of her character. And her hair disgusts me.

—Hope she doesn’t get any ideas about Dr. Hopper’s dog.

—So the Sorcerer and the Author (which is literally one of the coolest titles in the known universe) are different people. In that case, could they just drop a couple of Yen Sid crumbs for me? I’m languishing! Also, I am fully prepared to find out that the Author is a version of Emma who has achieved near-godhood and is beyond the puny confines of time and space.

—I love that Ursula works in an aquarium. She’s not just a thousand-year-old octopus lady who happens to live in the ocean, she actually likes fishies. V cute.

—Elsa in her coronation dress and fancy hairstyle! I’m ascended, see y’all on the higher planes ✌️

—I also adore the implication that she’s the one who gave Anna away at her wedding. They’re my favorite Disney duo, I swear.

—Look at that, neither Hook nor Rumple is dead. How very swaggy.

—I’m quite interested to find out why the Blue Fairy seemed so wigged by the mention of the Sorcerer and the Author. She must know something that she hasn’t said yet about one or both of them.

—Also, what is the dealio with Snow and Charming? What the heck could possibly have happened with Cruella and Ursula in the Enchanted Forest to make them so deadly mad?

—I love that Maleficent has gone beyond a pet crow and has instead gone directly to *randomly materializes out of a murder of crows with a slurpee in my hand* (I know I saw that in a Tumblr meme at some point, but Idk what the blog name is.)

—I feel so sad for Regina. Marian is willing to step aside (which, btw, is a real gorgeous thing for her to do) and then Robin has to leave to keep Marian from dying. It’s so not fair.

—I can’t stand smoking, but I respect that the green smoke from the original 101 Dalmatians was translated into the visual effect for Cruella’s magic here. And actually, her having power to control animals is pretty boss, too.

—Glad Rumple didn’t end up expelled from Storybrooke for long. But I’m also rather anxious about whatever it is he wants to do when he finds the Author. Maybe this adventure will be like that one episode of My Little Pony where the villains have to work together and accidentally discover ✨the power of friendship✨ Because really, I think Rumple needs to be part of a petty b*tch club. Might do wonders for his soul. They could just walk around Storybrooke and say snide things about people’s fashion choices and I’d nod like *yes, this is the most important thing* And if they’re being salty about minor things like that, they don’t really need to be evil to satisfy their shadiness quota.

#once upon a time #ouat #chernabog #Captain Hook #rumplestiltskin #maleficent #cruella de vil #ursula #regina mills #marian hood #Robin Hood #queen elsa #princess Anna #the sorcerer #....still has not shown up #the blue fairy #the Author #martianbugsbunny reviews

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writersbeloveddd · 2 years

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LORE TIME WOO

I’m gonna condense this stuff severely; the main stuff is basically intro, interesting stuff, backstory, and vision

btw this is for my genshin oc Iris

link to his kit n stuff

LESGO

The ballrooms of Fontaine are nothing to scoff at. No one’s eyes will fail to notice the grandeur surrounding the place, every ballroom unique in its own way.

When visiting them, you will often find people dancing to their heart’s content. You’ll find that for one specific ballroom, there will often bea boy with the grace of a gentle wind on a cool autumn day dancing in the middle of the ballroom. The boy is Iris, one of Fontaine’s greatest dancers.

He will greet you with a warm smile as he shakes your hand. Those who know him speak only about how caring and graceful the boy is, and his talents within the ballroom.

But for those who see nothing but a pretty face and a boy too soft for his own good are dreadfully wrong. He may not be the greatest at direct confrontation, but nothing can get him in the way of supporting those he cares for the most.

Be careful. Don’t be careless and brash around him or his allies, or else you’ll be dealing with circumstances you wouldn’t like to handle.

———

Despite how many people admire Iris’ dancing, many of them won’t want to dance with him. He’ll be dancing and people will be looking at him in awe, but as soon as he asks to dance with someone they’re all backing away.

It felt boring to dance alone, sometimes. Maybe that’s why the first person to accept his invitation to dance with him became his greatest friend.

The ballroom was packed with people, and he needed some fresh air. There were still people outside, but not too much. Iris wandered off to a more secluded spot, and begun to dance.

As he danced, he noticed a boy in the corner, dressed in very nice clothes. Iris approached him, slowly.

“Have you just been sitting in this corner?” Iris asked, a little embarrassed.

“Yes… sorry.” The boy looked to his side, everything about him a little awkward.

“Don’t be. If anything, I should be sorry! I just walked on in here without noticing you and I started dancing!”

“Well I got a free show, so it isn’t much to be sorry about. You dance well.”

Iris’ face reddened, slightly. “Oh. Thank you.”

They were silent for a moment. The boy spoke.

“So… what’s your name?”

“My name’s Iris. What about you?”

“Alexis.”

“Alexis,” Iris repeated. “that’s a nice name.”

“Thanks. Yours is nice too.”

Iris wasn’t the best at conversation, so he asked Alexis a question.

“Do you want to dance with me?”

Alexis’ eyes widened. “Dance with you?” He spoke a bit fast, and his voice cracked a little. “I couldn’t, I don’t even know how to-“

“I can show you! Of course, only if you want.”

Alexis was quiet for a moment. “…I think I want to.”

And they both danced together. Alexis stepped on Iris’ feet a few times, but he didn’t mind. Someone was finally dancing with him not because they were instructed to, but because they accepted his invitation. How could be upset over a few messed up footsteps?

Alexis was a good friend. They still dance together, every once in a while.

(Alexis is another OC I’ll talk about another time)

———

There was once a girl with great dreams and an even greater heart. She had a little brother, who she loved with her entire heart.

She often talked with her brother about her dreams. Her dream to become one of those adventurers in green outfits. Her dream to sail the ocean. Her dream to grow a massive carrot field. Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Her brother admired his sister, hoping that her dreams would come true. But a sad truth of this world is that not all dream can come true.

One day, the girl was struck with a horrible sickness. She had to stay inside for a long, long time.

Despite all this, she was still as bright and happy as she was before. Her brother wasn’t. He was scared.

She eventually passed, and her brother mourned for a long time.

Iris could never forget the memory of her laughter, lighting up the world. It would take time for his world to be lit up again.

———

Iris’ greatest moment was the first time people watched him dance.

He performed a dance he especially enjoyed, one he could never forget. It was only for a minute, but it felt longer than a minute.

When he finished, and people applauded, he was thinking. Was this how his sister would feel if she accomplished her dreams? Smiling until he couldn’t feel his face anymore, more euphoric than he’d ever been before. It was a wonderful feeling, one that no one should be deprived of.

This. This was the path he wanted to follow. A path where he felt happiest.

After the dance, he went outside for some fresh air. He took off his hat, and in it laid a vision, pulsing with Anemo energy.

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fun facts

he’s a very big fan of xinyan’s music

gets all his clothes from alexis

low sour tolerance

cannot STAND tomatoes

obsessed with hourglasses for no apparent reason

allergic to cats but is very much like them

LOVES silk flowers

can sleep but cannot get beauty sleep

———

so that’s Iris! hope you liked it lol

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hellomynameisbisexual · 3 years

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Here's a shortlist of those who realized that I — a cis woman who'd identified as heterosexual for decades of life — was in fact actually bi, long before I realized it myself recently: my sister, all my friends, my boyfriend, and the TikTok algorithm.

On TikTok, the relationship between user and algorithm is uniquely (even sometimes uncannily) intimate. An app which seemingly contains as many multitudes of life experiences and niche communities as there are people in the world, we all start in the lowest common denominator of TikTok. Straight TikTok (as it's popularly dubbed) initially bombards your For You Page with the silly pet videos and viral teen dances that folks who don't use TikTok like to condescendingly reduce it to.

Quickly, though, TikTok begins reading your soul like some sort of divine digital oracle, prying open layers of your being never before known to your own conscious mind. The more you use it, the more tailored its content becomes to your deepest specificities, to the point where you get stuff that's so relatable that it can feel like a personal attack (in the best way) or (more dangerously) even a harmful trigger from lifelong traumas.

For example: I don't know what dark magic (read: privacy violations) immediately clued TikTok into the fact that I was half-Brazilian, but within days of first using it, Straight TikTok gave way to at first Portuguese-speaking then broader Latin TikTok. Feeling oddly seen (being white-passing and mostly American-raised, my Brazilian identity isn't often validated), I was liberal with the likes, knowing that engagement was the surefire way to go deeper down this identity-affirming corner of the social app.

TikTok made lots of assumptions from there, throwing me right down the boundless, beautiful, and oddest multiplicities of Alt TikTok, a counter to Straight TikTok's milquetoast mainstreamness.

Home to a wide spectrum of marginalized groups, I was giving out likes on my FYP like Oprah, smashing that heart button on every type of video: from TikTokers with disabilities, Black and Indigenous creators, political activists, body-stigma-busting fat women, and every glittering shade of the LGBTQ cornucopia. The faves were genuine, but also a way to support and help offset what I knew about the discriminatory biases in TikTok's algorithm.

My diverse range of likes started to get more specific by the minute, though. I wasn't just on general Black TikTok anymore, but Alt Cottagecore Middle-Class Black Girl TikTok (an actual label one creator gave her page's vibes). Then it was Queer Latina Roller Skating Girl TikTok, Women With Non-Hyperactive ADHD TikTok, and then a double whammy of Women Loving Women (WLW) TikTok alternating between beautiful lesbian couples and baby bisexuals.

Looking back at my history of likes, the transition from queer “ally” to “salivating simp” is almost imperceptible.

There was no one precise "aha" moment. I started getting "put a finger down" challenges that wouldn't reveal what you were putting a finger down for until the end. Then, 9-fingers deep (winkwink), I'd be congratulated for being 100% bisexual. Somewhere along the path of getting served multiple WLW Disney cosplays in a single day and even dom lesbian KinkTok roleplay — or whatever the fuck Bisexual Pirate TikTok is — deductive reasoning kind of spoke for itself.

But I will never forget the one video that was such a heat-seeking missile of a targeted attack that I was moved to finally text it to my group chat of WLW friends with a, "Wait, am I bi?" To which the overwhelming consensus was, "Magic 8 Ball says, 'Highly Likely.'"

Serendipitously posted during Pride Month, the video shows a girl shaking her head at the caption above her head, calling out confused and/or closeted queers who say shit like, "I think everyone is a LITTLE bisexual," to the tune of "Closer" by The Chainsmokers. When the lyrics land on the word "you," she points straight at the screen — at me — her finger and inquisitive look piercing my hopelessly bisexual soul like Cupid's goddamn arrow.

Oh no, the voice inside my head said, I have just been mercilessly perceived.

As someone who had, in fact, done feminist studies at a tiny liberal arts college with a gender gap of about 70 percent women, I'd of course dabbled. I've always been quick to bring up the Kinsey scale, to champion a true spectrum of sexuality, and to even declare (on multiple occasions) that I was, "straight, but would totally fuck that girl!"

Oh no, the voice inside my head returned, I've literally just been using extra words to say I was bi.

After consulting the expertise of my WLW friend group (whose mere existence, in retrospect, also should've clued me in on the flashing neon pink, purple, and blue flag of my raging bisexuality), I ran to my boyfriend to inform him of the "news."

"Yeah, baby, I know. We all know," he said kindly.

"How?!" I demanded.

Well for one, he pointed out, every time we came across a video of a hot girl while scrolling TikTok together, I'd without fail watch the whole way through, often more than once, regardless of content. (Apparently, straight girls do not tend to do this?) For another, I always breathlessly pointed out when we'd pass by a woman I found beautiful, often finding a way to send a compliment her way. ("I'm just a flirt!" I used to rationalize with a hand wave, "Obvs, I'm not actually sexually attracted to them!") Then, I guess, there were the TED Talk-like rants I'd subject him to about the thinly veiled queer relationship in Adventure Time between Princess Bubblegum and Marcelyne the Vampire Queen — which the cowards at Cartoon Network forced creators to keep as subtext!

And, well, when you lay it all out like that...

But my TikTok-fueled bisexual awakening might actually speak less to the omnipotence of the app's algorithm, and more to how heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

Sure, TikTok bombarded me with the thirst traps of my exact type of domineering masc lady queers, who reduced me to a puddle of drool I could no longer deny. But I also recalled a pivotal moment in college when I briefly questioned my heterosexuality, only to have a lesbian friend roll her eyes and chastise me for being one of those straight girls who leads Actual Queer Women on. I figured she must know better. So I never pursued any of my lady crushes in college, which meant I never experimented much sexually, which made me conclude that I couldn't call myself bisexual if I'd never had actual sex with a woman. I also didn't really enjoy lesbian porn much, though the fact that I'd often find myself fixating on the woman during heterosexual porn should've clued me into that probably coming more from how mainstream lesbian porn is designed for straight men.

The ubiquity of heterormativity, even when unwittingly perpetrated by members of the queer community, is such an effective self-sustaining cycle. Aside from being met with queer-gating (something I've since learned bi folks often experience), I had a hard time identifying my attraction to women as genuine attraction, simply because it felt different to how I was attracted to men.

Heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

So much of women's sexuality — of my sexuality — can feel defined by that carnivorous kind of validation you get from men. I met no societal resistance in fully embodying and exploring my desire for men, either (which, to be clear, was and is insatiable slut levels of wanting that peen.) But in retrospect, I wonder how many men I slept with not because I was truly attracted to them, but because I got off on how much they wanted me.

My attraction to women comes with a different texture of eroticism. With women (and bare with a baby bi, here), the attraction feels more shared, more mutual, more tender rather than possessive. It's no less raw or hot or all-consuming, don't get me wrong. But for me at least, it comes more from a place of equality rather than just power play. I love the way women seem to see right through me, to know me, without us really needing to say a word.

I am still, as it turns out, a sexual submissive through-and-through, regardless of what gender my would-be partner is. But, ignorantly and unknowingly, I'd been limiting my concept of who could embody dominant sexual personas to cis men. But when TikTok sent me down that glorious rabbit hole of masc women (who know exactly what they're doing, btw), I realized my attraction was not to men, but a certain type of masculinity. It didn't matter which body or genitalia that presentation came with.

There is something about TikTok that feels particularly suited to these journeys of sexual self-discovery and, in the case of women loving women, I don't think it's just the prescient algorithm. The short-form video format lends itself to lightning bolt-like jolts of soul-bearing nakedness, with the POV camera angles bucking conventions of the male gaze, which entrenches the language of film and TV in heterosexual male desire.

In fairness to me, I'm far from the only one who missed their inner gay for a long time — only to have her pop out like a queer jack-in-the-box throughout a near year-long quarantine that led many of us to join TikTok. There was the baby bi mom, and scores of others who no longer had to publicly perform their heterosexuality during lockdown — only to realize that, hey, maybe I'm not heterosexual at all?

Flooded with video after video affirming my suspicions, reflecting my exact experiences as they happened to others, the change in my sexual identity was so normalized on TikTok that I didn't even feel like I needed to formally "come out." I thought this safe home I'd found to foster my baby bisexuality online would extend into the real world.

But I was in for a rude awakening.

Testing out my bisexuality on other platforms, casually referring to it on Twitter, posting pictures of myself decked out in a rainbow skate outfit (which I bought before realizing I was queer), I received nothing but unquestioning support and validation. Eventually, I realized I should probably let some members of my family know before they learned through one of these posts, though.

Daunted by the idea of trying to tell my Latina Catholic mother and Swiss Army veteran father (who's had a crass running joke about me being a "lesbian" ever since I first declared myself a feminist at age 12), I chose the sibling closest to me. Seeing as how gender studies was one of her majors in college too, I thought it was a shoo-in. I sent an off-handed, joke-y but serious, "btw I'm bi now!" text, believing that's all that would be needed to receive the same nonchalant acceptance I found online.

It was not.

I didn't receive a response for two days. Hurt and panicked by what was potentially my first mild experience of homophobia, I called them out. They responded by insisting we need to have a phone call for such "serious" conversations. As I calmly tried to express my hurt on said call, I was told my text had been enough to make this sibling worry about my mental wellbeing. They said I should be more understanding of why it'd be hard for them to (and I'm paraphrasing) "think you were one way for twenty-eight years" before having to contend with me deciding I was now "something else."

But I wasn't "something else," I tried to explain, voice shaking. I hadn't knowingly been deceiving or hiding this part of me. I'd simply discovered a more appropriate label. But it was like we were speaking different languages. Other family members were more accepting, thankfully. There are many ways I'm exceptionally lucky, my IRL environment as supportive as Baby Bi TikTok. Namely, I'm in a loving relationship with a man who never once mistook any of it as a threat, instead giving me all the space in the world to understand this new facet of my sexuality.

I don't have it all figured out yet. But at least when someone asks if I listen to Girl in Red on social media, I know to answer with a resounding, "Yes," even though I've never listened to a single one of her songs. And for now, that's enough.

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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years

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Can you please tell us more about the Elita’s death in the cops and mobs Au? Btw absolutely love your ideas and your brilliant art

(First off TY!!! I’ve worked hard on their outfits and backstories so that rly means a lot 👉👈💕)

There’s a few things from tfa canon that are definitely a BIT harder to translate over into a 1920’s/50s esque AU, that being like why can Blitzwing STILL have three faces when he’s not a triple changer?? Or how does the Longarm/Shockwave thing work out without shapeshifting?? Or Why do the insecticons exists without Blackarachnia’s genetic splicing?? Or like Why does Blackarachnia look so different from Elita when space spiders didn’t attack her??

So to kinda make Blackarachnia’s changes work with the already sort of steampunkesque incorporated within the AU, I’m gonna say that it was the toxic chemicals that exploded in the warehouse that caused her altered looks! (Pls take this w a grain of salt! Ofc gaining multiple EYES is definitely far fetched but for the sake of plot and keeping her pretty tfa design intact, we’re just gonna nod our heads at CHEMICALS)

At the very least, when the drug warehouse exploded in a nasty hellfire of practically toxic fumes, her biology would’ve been altered in some way allowing for the purplish skin, terrifying and gross enhanced sight, and ofc her immediate curiosity in pushing the boundaries in her own past chemistry studies to now something FAR MORE sinister and deadly.

THAT BEING SAID more on Elita’s death:

So as I mentioned in a few of her tags, Op, Elita, and Sentinel all go way back all the way to their private school days. Op was ofc always the third wheel while Sentinel and Elita had a constant off and on relationship.

To be honest, Sentinel and Elita only engaged because Elita gave him an ultimatum or she’d leave him for good, Sentinel ofc took the bait and Elita now has to sit a think about how it took a threat to get someone to commit to loving her.

Elita has always had attachment issues from an emotionally neglectful childhood (Ultra was a young parent, her was immediately married off by his father asap to hide Elita’s origins. Ultra suffered from some really bad postpartum depression and hardly wanted anything to do with Elita, poor girl. Her Stepsire knew she was a bastard, he didn’t want much to do with her either) So Elita has always had to beg for attention, unfortunately her relationship with Sentinel was no different.

Elita of course despite having an emotionally neglectful childhood still had her taste for adventure. While Sentinel and her definitely had their issues, he never made her or Optimus’ lives boring. The three stuck together after graduation and practically spent their early adult lives bumbling around. Elita found her passion in the chemistry field, and both Sentinel and Op were now cops together at the time of the accident.

Sentinel, being a complete idiot he was, dragged his partner AND fiancé on that unapproved response to a tip on Mob activity. Elita was eager to help of course, the warehouse held fascinating narcotics that could land her name some fame (and hopefully some praise from her distant Carrier) if she could say she aided in the break of the Mob’s case.

But ofc, Sentinel fooled around where he shouldn’t be, triggered the fail-safe self destruction of the entire warehouse with his fiancé far too deep in the building to be reached in time by Optimus OR Sentinel, then blamed Optimus for the whole shebang despite OPTIMUS being the one who had to be pulled back from reentering the flames, from there we know exactly how that turned out for Optimus.

Elita was left to burn by her best friend and fiancé. She had been left again and in the worst way possible this time, she was alone and they had abandoned her when she need them most. The chemicals wracked her brain and she passed out before finding a proper escape. You can imagine her surprise when she woke up to find the small, but well know gang The Insecticons tending to her.

Lost, hurt, betrayed, and left with no option but to bury herself and her past, Elita took on the new Name Blackarachnia when the gang welcomed her into their group. As disorganized as they were and despite Elita being by far the youngest and least experienced in the gang, they desperately needed a leader with some brains. Blackarachnia took the crown and has been their best Miss Boss they could hope for.

BA has her life together now. It may not have been the pitucre perfect one she’d hoped for with a husband, perhaps a home of her own with a few little ones running around her feet, but she now is her own boss. SHE makes the calls and has complete control of her gang, all the while putting a grand ol middle finger to her dear Chief of Police Carrier and ex fiancé by fueling the Mob’s weapons supply.

Blackarachnia is surround by her doting, stupid, but powerful lackeys and is in Megatron’s good graces. Life has never looked so good.

#her crew treats her like the queen she is bc they LIKE her #she’s all good✨#asks #transformers #cops and mobs au

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rollingaroundin-bread · 3 years

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Hello and welcome to I redid my age up designs because I wanted to and so I did!!!!!!!!!! :D

uhhhhhhhhh explanations under the cut as per usual!!! :D

Officially speaking: shoot I figured out what I forgot

Okay so whenever I’m drawing I always forget SOMETHING right? That’s just a thing people deal with??

Anyways I forgot the FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS (except for Huey)

It’s very important that they all have friendship bracelets but I drew this over such a long period of time that I completely forgot to give it to people where it would be visible (i.e. Dewey, Boyd, kinda Lena)

It was almost important enough for me to go back but oh my gosh these pictures literally took an hour and I'm not doing that again very sorry

just: they’re there!!!!!! I promise!!!! Its just.... invisible.....

skdhjfgk okay sorry onto the actual thing

In order of left to right also known as height order!

Huey

I didn't change much from my first time doing this!

Basically I gave him a dress shirt and a sweater vest :D

The key difference this time is that last time I made the undershirt red and the sweater vest burgundy!

This time I made the undershirt pink!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Y’all that pink Huey trend from a little while ago was my life force

I hecking love the color pink so much

Anyways!! Moving on: he’s the shortest lol

As I have said before “Older Sibling Culture is being shorter than your younger siblings (I would know)”

But!!! I do love the concept fo Tall and Stronk Huey so he is actually very strong!!!

Instead he’s Short and Stronk!!!!!

Webby and Boyd are the only one’s physically stronger than him but that’s because of spy training and literally being a robot (respectively)

But yes!!! Huey in a sweater vest and also very strong are important concepts so I did that here!!!!!

(hmmn.... sweater vest,, nerd,,, weirdly strong,,,,,,, oh no I turned Huey into Chidi Anagonye klsdfjhgkakjahs)

Webby

y’all I messed up so much on this one

literally so many times

since you’re reading this I'll let you in on a secret

that may not be that secret ksdjfhlkds

Anyways if you look closely at Webby you’ll probably see some weirdly placed lines

specifically around her face, shirt, hand, etc.

basically I messed up enough that I thinned the paper significantly from erasing (multiple, separate times)

so I had so go in and paste another layer of paper over the thinned layer kjjdkahfgs

But enough about me messing up!! what’s with this outfit?

This one’s mostly about Vibes

I wanted to give off a femme lesbian vibe but still keep that formality we see in Webby’s regular outfit!

Hopefully I achieved that!!!

This is one of the outfits I resigned completely from last time btw

The old one was fine but looks kinda weird to me now so this!!!

Oh yeah and I love long hair Webby a lot!!! So I included that!!!!

Louie

Louie is probably the one I changed the most about that still resembles the original design

Both times I gave him a button up for an undershirt

this is ‘cause I see y’all giving him suit jackets for when he’s an adult and he needs a middle stage before that

skdfjs- a middle evolution if you will jkadfhgkjhsfdka

But instead of a slip on hoodie over that I went with a zip up jacket because that’s just more practical y’know?

Also cheek tufts!!!!!

I had them last time too but I love seeing adult louie with full cheek tufts so middle evolution effect comes into play again!!!

He and Webby are pretty much the same height right now btw

If you want to get technical about it Louie’s about a millimeter taller though!

I think that’s all I have for him though!

Gosalyn

Okay so I barely changed anything from last time for Gosalyn

Mr reasoning behind her outfit is mostly that I wanted a flannel gay and Gos was the obvious choice for that

and I liked that decision so I kept with it!!!

Main differences this time include: hair and shoes

So for the original hair I wanted to give her the “bisexual haircut” and I do like Gos with short hair so I kept that!

But I was having a hard time figuring out how to draw her regular bang situation so I went with a totally different style instead!

But I have sense learned how to draw her hair from the show so I incorporated that instead!

In the original I also had her wearing shoes! I changed that this time because I forgot to give her shoes until it was too late! jksdafhg

Yeah this happens often kdsjhvfkajl (mostly with Lena)

Lena

Oh boy where to begin!

In the original my one and only goal was to make Lena look like as much of a Lesbian as possible

And I achieved that much!!!!!!

But in doing so I neglected to make it look like Lena

I mean well it looked like her but it didn’t give off her complete vibe y’know?

So instead of a Hawaiian shirt gay I made her a leather jacket gay!!! Much more Lena in my opinion! :D

I based her hair off of my interpretation of her Phantom and the Sorceress hair! (I know it looks nothing like it but thats how I draw it so???)

In the original I made her hair fade from pink to blue as well and I liked that so I kept it!!

Then I kept the blue button up undershirt!!

I thought about giving it pinstripes but I don't have a thin enough pen or pencil to pull that off so I didn't :P

Hint of her old green shoes coming from the sock color!

And then finally: stompy boots

Just to tie it all together! :D

Dewey

This man is LANKY!!!!!!!!!!

sorry I don't make the rules

Well technically I do sense I drew the thing- but thats unimportant!!!!

Dewey gets to be tall to annoy his brothers but in return he is LANKY tall

Otherwise I largely followed my original design!!

All my reasons for the original were solely based off of ✨Vibes✨

I did change a few things though!

For example: last time I gave him a 3/4 sleeve short and this time I just made them regular short sleeves

Last time I meant to give him shoes but I forgot so this time I didn't forget!! :D

Also cool socks!!

Oh and I added fingerless gloves!!!!!!!!

This is once again based solely on ✨Vibes✨

I can’t put a lot of my reasons into words but I personally think I captured the theater kid meets aspiring pilot meets best friend to super hero’s sidekicks meets adventurer vibe pretty well!!

Boyd

!! Okay I’m excited to get into this one!

In my original Boyd was the shortest because technically he can pick his own height being a robot and all

BUT for that same reason I made him tall because: he wants to be tall like Gyro

The idea that Boyd wants to be tall like Gyro is literally so cute yall

I also based his outfit largely off of Gyros!!!

That is: dress shirt, vest, bowtie, pants

But in Boyd’s color scheme! :D

I’m still working out how to Not to make Boyd look like a popcorn bucket but that’s a problem for another day!

Violet

To start off: literally nothing was changed from the original

akjfdsghkskhal I’m serious no color changes, no outfit elements, nothing

I liked the original one a lot so I just kept it and redid it for this!!

My inspiration for the original was as follows: ✨Librarian Vibes✨

And I think I achieved that with the original so I hope I achieved it here as well!!

Also Violet is TALL

She’s the tallest now and will continue to be the tallest!!!

I mean just LOOK at her dads!!!! They’re SUPER tall!!

So therefore she gets to be tall too!!!!!!!!!

And I think that’s it!! Thank you so much for reading if you got this far!!!!!!!!! :D

Have a nice day folks! :D

#huey duck #webby vanderquack #louie duck #gosalyn mallard #lena sabrewing #dewey duck #boyd gearloose #violet sabrewing #my art stuff #age up designs #uhhhhh idk what to say down here I kinda covered it all in the keep reading section #hope everyones having a nice day btw! :)

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shiroganeryo · 3 years

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Sup Ryo! I was wondering if are still doing the character ask thingy, because I want to drop best Noah boi - Tyki :D Have a nice day!

@takarasuzume Since Tyki got two requests, Tyki then it is! Which is a relief, because Cross and Road are both so shrouded in mystery that I feel it would be ultimately hard to answer most questions. Thanks to both of you for dropping an ask, btw! This is late, but wishing you a nice day as well~ 💖

My otp for them: I don’t really have one, but if I had to choose a pairing for Tyki, I’d go with some good ol’ Poker Pair (Tyki x Allen). I think their dynamics are just right - frenemies, but not obnoxious. My brotp for them: For the same reason stated above, I’m picking Allen for this spot! I really like how casual they are with each other, despite being enemies. And let’s not forget it was Tyki who gave Allen a reality check and told him the obvious when he most needed a direction to lead his life on (Chapter 205). He totally didn’t have to do that; yet he did, letting Allen have the choice. Tyki at least cares for Allen, even if just a little, and there’s no doubt of that. Any other ships: Have you guys considered him and Lulu Bell? Again, I’m weak for power couples... 👀💦 They’re both badass and extremely hot. It’s like a dom x dom dynamic, and I’m oh so weak for straight couples following this specific trope... 💦💦💦 Their best friend: His miner buddies! There was a Discussion Room on which Tyki mentioned missing seeing them, and I get all “awww” at for how long the poor dude hasn’t seen his homies. If I were to pick someone from the Noah family itself, I’d say it’s Road; I think they vibe together pretty well. Even if Road treats him as her pet, do you remember how insanely mad she got when Tyki was exorcised by Allen? Yep. My favorite nickname for them: Tyki-pon, by the Earl! It just sounds so silly it’s cute. We also have lots of inside jokes about misspelled versions of his name, like “Tykky Mikky” and things of the sort - but let’s give this poor guy a break. My favorite AU headcanon of them: I can see Tyki joining Team Allen in the future, be it because he favors Allen, because he wants to know the truth behind things, or because of his past connection with Nea. I’m not an entertainer of the theories floating around regarding Tyki’s body being Nea’s (it just doesn’t make sense to me as it is right now, sorry 😅), but I do think his past reincarnation might have been close to Nea and, if he finds this out (or remembers), he might tag along. I’d really like that. My favorite outfit they wear: Tyki is really handsome - and I know I’ve said this for like, all the past asks but -, in my opinion he rocks everything he wears. Since I’m a simple guy, my favorite look of him is the one we see in the Edo arc + start of Ark arc; hair down, no blazer on. I particularly like his belt accessories. Defining color: When I think of Tyki, I think of the color purple, deep purple like Wine (#2C041C). Monochrome tones like black and white as well. Kinda suits him, eh? ✨ Would I date them: I don’t think I would. I’m a person who needs structure and permanence, and that would be no fun at all for Tyki. As the Noah of pleasure, he takes the title to heart and wants to live the best of his life, and that requires a lot of adventuring and risking. It would be a pretty limiting relationship for both sides, and that would be terrible! But I’d love to be his friend, he simply seems to be the go-to-person when you want to unwind from problems and have a chill, fun time. First impression: I thought there was something up with that one guy at the train at the moment I saw him. He stood out too much to be just a background character. His introduction as an actual Noah right afterwards had me going “hmmm”. Let’s see what this guy’s about, he might be interesting. Current impression: What a great personality! Tyki is easily the most charismatic and likeable Noah, hands down. For someone meant to be a villain, he’s definitely the opposite of detestable. More often than not we get to feel his humanity, as someone who’s stuck in the middle of living his own life and doing the bidding as the host of Joyd’s Noah Memory - and I really like that about him. Makes him feel a lot more palpable than most Noah; we are able of sympathizing with him. Hogwarts House: I want to say either Gryffindor or Slytherin, this is a hard pick. I lean more towards Gryffindor because of his insurgent nature, “rebelling” against his mission as the Third Apostle of Noah; this is a key feature of Tyki’s personality and character construction. As for Slytherin, it would be for the same reason, just taking another interpretation to his wants and desires of staying as “himself”. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Would it be too funny if I said Treecko? The twig Treecko has in its mouth on some artworks kinda reminds me of Tyki’s cigarette, but I also think some of his Noah abilities somewhat resemble vine sprigs. Grovyle and Sceptile are also pretty cool looking, just like Tyki. 👌

#d.gray man #tyki mikk #I'm sorry for the delay! I was really busy with work for the past days #these take a while to write so I wanted to wait on having some free time first #I still can't get over the fact there are people enjoying these #I could cry for an entire week out of gratitude no joke hahah #ask

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 4 years

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artemis, neith x orion headcanons

since we’re talking about ships so figured i’d share one of mine that has never been mentioned lmao. i headcanon artemis as asexual btw so :^) as for orion i’m going with the ‘he was artemis’ lover’ interpretation, not 100% on his appearance but i’m imagining a mix of achilles and hercules 😳🙏

artemis at first dismissed neith (that directed taunt y’all), but neith’s skill in battle and her kindness won over artemis in time. orion was completely won over as soon as neith shot an arrow at him (he’s a simple guy, what can i say) just in general neith being her kind self just wins over everyone at the end of the day lol

neith and orion are generally in awe of artemis, and they’ll hype up anything artemis does which makes her laugh (”go art-y! go art-y! you show that burger who’s the boss!” “shut it you dorks.”)

neith and orion love physical affection while artemis avoids it but now she’s gotten to a comfortable place with neith and orion’s hugs. neith really likes to rest her head on top of artemis and tease her about her height and then orion likes to pop his head on top of neith’s. they’re a bunch of dorks your honour

artemis also really likes cuddling with her partners, she’s usually in the middle of them spooning on both sides 🥺

they all have wildly different dress aesthetics but neith likes to make clothing for artemis and orion, and for special events artemis will work with neith to design something while orion judges the outfits. artemis wears a lot of shapeless dark hoodies, neith is bright, cute and a lil hoe and orion is a greaser without the pompadour.

this is neith and artemis essentially

lots of friendly competition around hunting and archery, artemis at first underestimated neith but she more than keeps up and with orion in the mix it gets very heated. loser usually buys lunch which is more than often poor orion as artemis doesn’t go easy on him and neith distracts him with the power of ~sexy~

artemis and orion like giving neith gifts when she’s away, neith often gets a bunch of flowers from greece which she keeps beside her when she’s weaving

artemis always plans out dates methodically, neith usually has a loose idea of what to do and orion is spontaneous.

orion likes bragging about his adventures, neith always listens with a rapt expression while artemis drags him. artemis is always here to make sure that his ego doesn’t get too big otherwise it’ll get him in trouble again...

in addition to this, can orion carry his two gfs? you sure as hell bet he can. artemis likes to say that orion piggybacking her is better than her chariot

#not all my ships are between two dudes asfdkljlkjkljlkjklkl #just most of them #but i've always had a soft spot for artemis and neith but never gotten around to writing it #and orion is a himbo. maybe not the most humble or nice himbo tho #his lore is a mess #but this pairing is cute!#they have a boar and two dogs #how can you not love that

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kanga-chan · 4 years

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A prologue of a long fiction I recently rewrite

Note: Originally I write this in grade 8, I found this in my documents and decide to rewrite it. Hope y’all enjoy ( ´∀｀)bｸﾞｯ!

Btw this is about Zodiac signs + Sorcerer + a bit of Greek mythology

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Disclaimer: The characters in the story were created by the author. It’s not representative of a group or any particular person. The places in the story were made up and not real.

Category/Genre: Fantasy

Rating: PG

Length: Long Fiction

Summary: Legend of the Zodiacs sorcerer is a mythical story set in the Zodiacs landmark and recreates the epic colourful adventure of 12 constellations as a sorcerer.

Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Leo, and Aquarius - young sorcerer who have ambition, and seek their path, are caught up in the whirlwind of intrigue.

Cancer - the daughter of the Moon-god, Libra - daughter of the North Wind and Pisces - daughter of the Sea, Virgo - the powerful priest and the messanger of God, each with special missions that cannot be avoided.

Capricorn and Scorpio - two sorcerers protecting the continent, fell into a taboo affair. Love and betrayal and hatred have pushed Scorpio to the wrong path.

On the millions of years of war between supernatural forces are detailed descriptions of the dominant ambition, the harshness of the rules, the inner pain in the emotional decision, the desire to affirm oneself.

The struggle for life and death with the ancient gods to affirm the powerful god, how must the characters fight the temptations and the righteous way?

The mystery, dark, magnanimous, tragic but still contains the warm, bright features of love, dreams, and hopes of youth.

Now back to the prologue

Legend has said the land of Zodiacus was made up by the gods in the middle of the sea.It was a huge continent, surviving millions of years before humanity. Today, the main continent of Zodiacus is where ten kingdoms are based, each kingdom has many cities, each villages has many smaller towns, villages surrounded each other, it was vastly indescribable. If we go to four different directions and sail to the sea, then the island has not yet reached the end of the day. There are more than ten thousand large and small islands surrounding the continent, the big island is equal to two-three kingdoms combined, small islands are enough for a developed city.

Of course, a large number of about three thousand islands are inhabited, commercially developed, small kingdoms have been established since then. It's all about entering the Zodiacus land. The remaining islands are located too far to the north, are snowy all year round, if far away to the west, the desert is hot and sunny. The islands are far to the south and the east are identical forests. Outside Zodiacus is the immense sea, the farthest island the man has ever come to is called Odem, which is the island of Poseidon, located in the westernmost part of Zodiacus and it is also the last island that humans recorded.

The island Odem, which computes an extra thousand nautical miles, has a fierce sea, year-round storm. That is the limit that people can reach. Over tens of thousands of years, no talented sailor or hero ever dared to go into that place. In the legacy books, it said that in that sea was countless aquatic monsters, which are bigger than a kingdom. Nobody knows how big the sea is, perhaps Zodiacus is just a grain of sand compared to it. No one knows whether it is beyond the limits of being able to meet the continent or which island has people living because until now, even the most powerful sorcerer has not dared to cross that boundary. Anyway, Zodiacus is patronized by gods, safety exists and grows more and more prosperously. People worship gods because of that affluent life.

In the northeast of the Zodiacus continent is the domain of the kingdom of Onyx. Wrapping up the western edge of the kingdom is a majestic mountain range named Eura, on top of the highest mountain in the Eura range, built a great temple for the gods. Everyone in Zodiacus knew that the Temple of Light in the Kingdom of Onyx is the place to serve all gods who patronize this land. Every year, thousands of pilgrims come here to be blessed and tell them about their future.

4,000 years ago ...

The Onyx sky sunk in a thunderstorm, dark clouds swirling like giant monsters, seemingly wanting to swallow the small kingdom below. At the top of the Eura peak, the Temple of Light gleams like a lighthouse, its light in the storm is not only eclipsed but also brilliant, opposing the darkness of the outside. In the shrine's main hall, a beautiful girl stood in silence. Her eyes were as bright as stars, glittering in the intense sky. The rushing wind blew up her skirt, her shawl and her golden hair shining like a ray of sunshine created a dreamy scene like it was a piece of art. Her hands hugged a delicately carved bronze censer. Inside it emitted a faint smoke. "Oh!" A flash of dazzling lightning accompanied by a deafening ear-piercing sound, the temple was momentarily trembling. The young woman's eyes closed when the lightning flashed. The corners of her mouth turned into a mysterious smile:

-You finally came, I had wait for a long time

The woman said as her beautiful eyes opened slightly and looked forward. Suddenly there were 2 people there. A god-like man wearing shining metallic armour, a red robe fluttered in the storm, kneeling on one knee. In his hands, a maiden dressed in an outfit white as snow was sleeping, as beautiful as a daydreaming swan. Only her face was gradually more and paler, small blood vessels that had turned black showing on both her cheeks. The man looked up with tears in his eyes, his face suffering from pain.

- Virgo, please save Scorpio, she is about to die. Please!

Virgo's expression remained calm, her gaze shifting from the man in front of her to the frail body of the young woman.

- The venom of the Golden Scorpion? Does she want to use forbidden magic?

The face of the man went pale.

- Please save her!

- I cannot! - Virgo said coldly. - The gods advised that anyone who uses forbidden magic must die. The venom of Golden Scorpion, in this whole universe they are no cures for it

The man's arm was shaking, his hands clenched. His eyes cover in tears.

- Unless ... - Virgo's voice was heard again, a slight smile appeared on her face.

The man seemed to wake up, his eyes full of hope, looking at the beloved daughter of the gods.

- I can not save her, but I can still show her a way to live. Capricorn, unless you agree to give me your most valuable thing. - Virgo's hands pointed to Capricorn, each word was uttered by her, very gently but to the ears of listeners heavier than hundreds of mountains.

Without hesitation, Capricorn replied:

- Yes, please tell me about the condition.

At this time, Virgo laughed, her laughter sounds like music:

- Good! As expected of Capricorn. In exchange for the life of Scorpio, you must pay for your love for Scorpio. In front of the gods, you had to swear that once Scorpio was revived, you had to leave her, forever unable to respond to her love.

Capricorn's face was now blank, he looked down at the fragile girl in his hands, feeling her life gradually disappear. He stroked her hair softly:

-Scorpio, I love you. You must live!

Saying that Capricorn turned to the priestess, her eyes shine like a star:

- I accept. Let her live.

The smile on Virgo's lips suddenly disappeared. She closed her eyes.

- Good! Then listen up. Outside of Zodiacus, going far to the west is the Land of death. There was a black phoenix living since the birth of the universe. Go there and bring her the coat of the black phoenix. For the rest of her life, she had to wear that coat, or she would die. As for you, once you accept, this transaction forever could not be turned. Your love is the price of living for Scorpio. Unless summer turns to winter, the ocean turns into a meadow, life returns from the dead. As long as you responded to the love of Scorpio, even once, the feather coat would dissolve into smoke.

As soon as she finished speaking, the copper censer in Virgo's hand lifted a pillar of crimson red smoke like fire, it screamed like an angry dragon, leaning forward to wrap the couple in front of them. Outside, the sky was still raining and storming, the light was constantly shining. For a moment, there was only Virgo standing still like a stone statue, for a moment, it seemed that everything that just happened was just a dream.

#zodiac #fantasy #long fic #a bit of greek mythology #sorcerer

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Traveler

Erik Killmonger x Calantha Morrison

Warning: violence, some cursing, erik being erik

Specifics: fluff, angst, adventure, action, one-shot, pictures, gifs, aesthetics, 500 followers competition, oc,

People: Erik Killmonger, (oc) Calantha Morrison, Nakia, T’Challa, Shuri, Ego

Words: 7,239 (omg this is way to long im so srry)

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Requested: By @dreamsofwhiteandblack Erik Killmonger x Female OC, she has long dark blonde hair and green eyes, she is thin but strong and although she looks like a normal girl she is very good with weapons and brave. Her name is Calantha and she is 25 years old, Ego's daughter and sister of Star-Lord (Peter Quill). She is a traveler who saved Nakia from danger a few times and since then they are best friends and she is the only one who knows the true power of Calantha. But Erik can also feel that there is something special in her that's why he approaches her.

Authors Note: im srry this took so long! im so sad to hear the news of one of my fav people stan lee, he was a beautiful soul. he truly was! i do this new thing now where i put a page divider cuz i just thought they look nice. just want to thank rach and everyone for participating in my 500 followers competition, i do one every time i get 100 more followers. so keep checking my page cuz u never know when the competition will come up u could be the next winner! thank u so much for requesting and btw this is my first time writing erik so i hope his personality is good.

previous oc story for my 400 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Davina Jensen

Ever since the beginning, I’ve always known I was different. Very different from others.

To know Calantha’s father was Ego was not easy. She always felt he had a strange presence lurking when she was with him. And her mother, unknown. All she knew was that she must of been some type of alien creature because her, herself felt that way.

She nodded to the music blaring in her blue ship. The song was to her a great oldie, “Bruce Channel- Hey Baby.” She swayed her hips while looking at the controls of the monitor. Singing as well, and twirling her hair.

She left the ship in auto pilot and inspected the items she kept with her from her last mission. She had placed the things in a light brown traveler bag. Upon opening the bag she realizes some of the children from the planet gave her gift.

“Awww how sweet!” She gushed, putting her hand to her heart.

Calantha was a traveler, and a good one at that. She would travel to little places such as all over the world, to all over different planets of the galaxy. She would study their traditions, culture, their life. It just made her curiosity of life more vast. She also would go and travel all over if the area or planet was in trouble. For example like the planet she was just on, it is called Achernon (its actually a real marvel planet). One of the Achernonians was evil, his name was Brahl. Calantha had arrived to the planet to save them.

Calantha stared at the items and shook her head, “they will never realize it was really me.”

Calantha just 25 learned of her powers when she was young. She could shape shift into either any animal, or any person. At first knowing these powers made everything amazing, made everything seem more in reach to her. But there was a downside, there is always a downside to everything. She could never show her true self. Calantha did not want others to know about her power. So as she entered into new planets she would shape shift into looking like their kind.

Calantha was transformed into looking like an Achernonian. She learned the peoples ways, but now it was time to go back and situate herself into either another planet or somewhere.

Calantha smiled to herself knowing she made an impact on the planet she went to previously. She stood up, stretching, preparing herself for a while of a trip. She stripped herself from the clothing of the Achernonians and put on her comfortable clothes, a black shirt, black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and adidas.

“Ahh now this is more like it,” she moaned, grabbing a snack and drink. As she went to the cupboard in her ship she saw a picture. It was a picture of her with some of her friends. They were by an ice cream shop in Japan, this was way back in the 60s. Hugging, smiling, having a great time. It was back then, back then when life was good, when life meant something. Calantha stared at it wishingly, darkly, knowing life would never be the same. She shook her head and muttered under her breath. Calantha was immortal, most of her family or friends have passed. She was now left alone to fight for those who could fight no longer. “Those were the good old days.” She whispered almost as if whispering to the photo.

Calantha looked on her octagon shaped table in the middle of her spaceship. She bought or more like traded all her possessions just for the ship. Her spaceship meant everything to her, it was all she had. Calantha picked up her handgun and placed it in her weapon belt. She then walked to her stereo and turned it off, wanting some peace and quiet. Next, she picked up her books of mythology. “The greatest mysteries of the world,” she read aloud. She carefully placed her snacks in cup holders and sat on the captains seat, the seat that controlled the whole spaceship, she sat on it sideways. Opening her book she allowed herself to become captured by the words and facts about Greek gods, and history about the world.

“Wow, this is neat stuff,” knowledge entered into her mind, with one swift movement of the light weight page she was onto another adventure. She subconsciously grabbed her snack and after one bite started to drink her beverage.

Just then the monitor on her ship started beeping. Calantha curiously placed her books down and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?” She asked without no hesitation.

“Calantha, oh good, I’m so glad to hear from you.”

“Nakia? Whats wrong?”

Calantha scooted closer to the monitor. Calantha’s best friend was Nakia, the lover of King T’Challa, of Wakanda. She had saved Nakia back then when Calantha came to explore Wakanda. There was another incident with the War Dogs and Calantha was there to protect Nakia.

Nakia started to cry, making Calantha worry even more. “Nakia please tell me! What happened?”

“T’Challa, he was...killed...in ritual combat.”

Calantha shook her head and placed her palm on her forehead, shocked from the news, “you mean to tell me that T’Challa is no longer-”

“King? No.” Nakia cried some more and Calantha could hear her breaths she was taking. Big ones but short.

“Then,” Calantha started, “who is?”

“A man named Erik Stevens, he’s a mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. His father was...his father was the brother of King T’Chaka. He wants to send vibranium to all over the world.”

“So that would make him the rightful owner of the throne,” Calantha said, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Yes but Calantha he is very bad, very evil, selfish. He is not fit to be King, he will never be my King. Wakanda needs your help, I need your help again ngumhlobo (friend).”

Calantha chuckled and nodded her head, “And you know I will always be there for you. I will see you soon Nakia.” Calantha declined the call and climbed out of her chair. She walked to her map of different planets and the map of the whole world. She bit her lip and placed a thumb tack on the world map where it said Wakanda.

Calantha nodded her head and ran to her steering of the space ship. “Next stop, Wakanda.” Putting her hand on the blasters she quickly makes her way to her destination.

“Okay Nakia, I’m outside.” Calantha spoke through the microphone that connected her and Nakia. She awaited for the okay inside a truck. Wearing her all black, one piece outfit she sat in the vehicle waiting.

As Calantha stared at the entrance she saw Nakia sprint towards her. Nakia entered the vehicle with a squeal.

“Hello Calantha, it has been too long. I feel bad we have to meet on such circumstances.”

Calantha shrugged and giggled, “I missed you too girl! I should have come to visit, I have just been so busy. I’m glad to see you.”

Nakia embraced Calantha and patted her back. “So whats the plan?”

“Well I was thinking I can go in secretly, in a disguise.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Calantha gave her best friend a smirk and turned into a Wakandan male. “How does this look? Do you think they would know its me?”

“I still can’t believe you can do that. Even your voice changes! Man I wish I had your power, it can come handy in a lot of occasions.”

Calantha turned back into her normal self, “So I’ll go in like this. My history will be that I am some type of-”

“Farmer?” Nakia suggested, putting her finger to her lip in thought.

“Yeah farmer, and I came to help with this Erik. We need to get a better understanding of him. If I can inch closer to him and see what his deal is with Wakanda then maybe, I can take him down for good.”

“You literally sound like a bad as* when you say your plans,” Nakia bit her lip but her face fell in sadness.

‘Whats wrong Nakia?”

“I just miss T’Challa. I just hope we can take Erik down.”

Calantha placed a reassuring hand on her back, “We will take him down, Erik will not be King. Not on my watch.”

Nakia sat up straight and wiped her tears away, “you’re right. We are gonna do this.”

Calantha shape shifted into the male and nodded, “we are gonna do this!”

Stepping out of the vehicle with a light skip in her step she makes it with Nakia through Wakanda.

“Our meet up location will be far away into the country of Wakanda, got it? More towards the border.”

She nodded towards Nakia, “got it.”

“Well good luck my friend.”

Upon seeing the throne her anger boiled within her.

“Your majesty,” Calantha says in her disguise. “I have a gift for you.”

As those words came out of her mouth the culprit, the man who thinks he can take Wakanda away, turned around. He walked right up to her with a look of a predator.

“What do you want fool? Can’t you see I’m workin here?”

Upon seeing his face Calantha’s face froze. She did not expect for him to be that handsome. “Aww why do all the good lookin boys gotta be bad?” Calantha thought in her head.

She looked him down and up, “My apologizes, I was wanting to make a feast for you and any of your guest. I want your kingship to be honorable and memorable, so please as a gift let me do this.” Calantha almost felt like her mouth was not even hers. She kept that anger she had deep down so as not to ruin the mission. Everyone around the room had their mouths open in shock or their jaws clenched in anger.

Erik looked all over her, his presence seeming threatening.

“Lets talk somewhere a little more, private. Y’all don’t disturb us.”

Erik lead her outside where the sun was still shining and the breeze felt nice. Down below were people working and talking, going about their day.

“Who are you really? Hmm?”

Calantha chuckled, “I have already told you. I am a simple farmer, I have lived on the border all my life. All I want is to make a dinner for you. Our King.” Her plan was to entice him, reel him in and then the last second when he is not looking Calantha will take care of him and make sure he is not a nuisance again. She awaited for his answer.

Nakia had put, from Shuri, a hidden camera inside your outfit. It was staring directly right at Erik.

“Alright then, do what you gotta do,” Erik called to her, shrugging and leaving.

Calantha quickly placed her hand on his arm. “Is there any dish you specifically want?”

That touch made Erik curious about who Calantha was. He took her hand off his arm and gave her a mean look. “Do whatever y’all do over there. I’m fine with anything.”

Calantha nodded her head. Erik stood there, eyeing her. “So do you got a name?”

Her eyes went back and forth, her brain searching for an answer. “Yes. My name is-”

Suddenly, two guards came in with some important duties that Erik had to attend. Erik left her in a state of fear and unknown.

Calantha quickly wiped her brow. She was indeed scared, but why?

“Did you get all that?” Calantha asked as she entered the secret building Nakia was in. She quickly transformed into herself.

“Yep, clean and solid. What name were you gonna come up with?” Nakia raised a brow at Calantha.

Calantha stumbled over her words, “I was going to say something. I am very good at making up things on the spot.”

Nakia laughed and Calantha twirled her dark blonde hair between her fingers, concentrating. She put the camera in the system and gave the first encounter a look over. “This is good,” Calantha said as she walked back and forth, a forefinger resting upon her bottom lip. “If I can just get more of trusting relationship with him then for sure I can get him into our grasps.”

“It wont be easy, you know? Erik is surrounded by many guards and the Dora Milaje. You might not get out alive,” Nakia sounded worried. Calantha pushed those worry's aside. “If I make it out great if I don’t then, oh well, I don’t have family and anybody in my life so its not like its a waste.”

Nakia gave her a saddened look. Calantha looked down sad, “right! So I’m gonna go, look through town and see if I can get us any food.”

Nakia nodded and gave her a hug goodbye.

Calantha walked out in a Wakandan outfit. The clothing was beautiful, all the colors, shapes, the stitching, it made the clothes look like a masterpiece.

She walked out putting sunglasses on, her hair swaying with the breeze. Looking magical and as if it were to take her away, far away from any of the worlds. To a place unimaginable.

As she was looking down while walking she accidentally bumped into someone.

“Hold on there baby, you okay?” Said a familiar voice. Calantha looked up, her green eyes bugging out. She placed her sun glasses closer to her face. “Hey,” said that voice. “I ain’t never seen you here before?” It was Erik Killmonger. The new King.

Calantha picked herself up and dusted her clothes, “yeah you ain’t ever seen me around cause I don’t want you to. Sorry.” Calantha wanted to get away from him. She didn’t approve of his attitude and before she would do something she regretted she left him shocked.

“Oooh she a feisty one,” Erik said to himself. Calantha turned a corner, looking back she spotted no one following her. “Phew, that was a close one.”

She kept walking forward but unknown to her someone was following her.

As she made it to the waterfall she breathed in the air. The rich soil of Wakanda wafted through her nose. It smelled of pure nature. Again she looked behind her. No one. “Good,” she thought as she took off her shades and her clothes off. Nobody would come here surely. She took her clothes off and was left in her bra and panties.

On the edge of the cliff she gently pushed herself off the rock and with a splash landed in the cold, clear water. “Ahh this feels so good,” she groaned.

“Can I join?”

Calantha quickly looked back and with a surprised face saw Erik.

“What the hel*!” She shouted, rushing on out of the water to grab her clothes. As she was about to grab them Erik had already gotten a hold of them. “Whats the matter baby girl?”

She tried to cover herself up the best way possible. “I want my stuff.” She went to grab for it again but Erik clutched her arm. So now her face was staring directly into his. Her green eyes seemed sweet but also menacing. She stared at him, her skin glowing with the sun. She looked like a goddess in Erik’s eyes. Oh no, Erik was falling, falling for a stranger.

“Dam* girl,” he muttered under his breath.

“For god’s sake did you follow me?” Calantha pulled her arm out of his grip.

Erik shrugged, “maybe.”

Calantha rubbed her temples, “fine I’ll leave here this way. Enjoy the water...alone!”

As Calantha was about to walk away Erik grabbed her waist making her become very close to him. His lips went to her ear and he breathed out, “I don’t think you wanna do that. See some of the creeps here will rip you apart like you ain’t nothing. I’m just tryin to protect ya.”

Calantha blushed at his actions and unwrapped herself from his grip. “I think I can handle myself Mr. Savior. You have never seen me rip apart somebody.” Calantha then walked up to Erik and went to his ears and whispered, “and trust me, its not pretty.” Just then a breeze came in and made Calantha shiver, she tried to cover her bare arms.

Erik bit his lips and threw her clothes on the rock. “You want your clothes? Let me swim with ya.”

Calantha gave Erik a glare and then entered into the water again, she swam away.

Erik then started to remove his clothing.

(i legit stared at this gif for like a total of 10 minutes now i look like a creep)

Erik saw though that Calantha was staring at him from the corner of her eyes.

“Like what you see?”

Calantha turned to his attention when he walked in the water. “What are those?” She asked, pointing to the markings on his skin.

Erik looked down and smirked, “for all my kills.”

Calantha nodded, “Well, seems like you killed a lot. Did they hurt you?”

Erik felt the temperature of the water, enjoying the movement of it. “Nah, did this to myself. Ain’t a lot things these days that can hurt me anymore.”

Calantha understood that completely. “I totally get it. When you don’t got no one it gets easier. No one can hurt me now.”

“Why what happened to you?”

Calantha stared into the water, feeling the sadness creep up on her. “Its complicated. Sometimes I feel that life finds away to make your existence a living hel*.”

“Dam* thats dark as hel*. But thats how I felt.”

She bit her lip and swam away but said, “Life is dark.” She then swam away under the waterfall. As she went her hair got wet and her face was splashed with the cool, clear water. Calantha didn’t know this but Erik was staring at her. His heart, unknown to him, was beating fast, and pounding like a drum. The elegance and beauty he saw when she went behind the waterfall made him want her more.

Calantha pushed her hair back and just tried to enjoy the time she had being in the waterfall. She would have to get out soon, seeing that it was already getting dark. She did not want Erik to get any ideas of who she was, then it would ruin the whole mission. Calantha looked through the waterfall to see if Erik was still there but he was gone!

“Where did that idiot run off to? Fine, at least this gives me time to go-”

“So you ever gonna tell me your name?” Erik asked, his face only a few centimeters apart from Calantha’s.

She jumped and almost drowned but Erik caught her in his arms. “You okay there baby?”

Calantha gave him a look of annoyance. His arms felt so strong to her. Like they could lift any weight. They were powerful, almost like brick solid.

“What are you doing to yourself Calantha. Stop paying attention to him! This is the guy you’re trying to take down, remember?” She scolded herself in her head. Erik started to rub softly her legs and give her a face of god a face that was so handsome! He was biting his plump, juicy lips, awaiting her answer.

Calantha got out of his grip before the encounter went sideways. “Hey can I ask you a question? Do you call all your girls baby, baby girl, or just the mysterious ones?”

“Only the beautiful ones, besides I didn’t get your name,” Erik seemed flirting with her. Winking at the end of his sentence.

“Fine, those pet names are fine...I guess,” Calantha rubbed her arm sheepishly and started blushing. She felt this was not fair! Never had a man done this to her, she was a strong, independent woman and now Erik was screwing that whole idea up. Erik saw Calantha unsure, he came in closer with a pure face of knowing. Calantha put her hand out to stop him, “well this was nice but I think I should be leaving now, have fun.” She quickly got out of the water and tried to dry herself the best way possible. While getting out Erik looked at her, biting his lip and cursing under his breath at the sight he saw.

Calantha grabbed her clothes and put them on quickly.

“Wait!” Erik said, getting out the water as well.

“Give me a break,” Calantha muttered under her breath. She turned around and saw Erik running to her in all his glory. His chest glistened from the water.

“Let me take you out to dinner. Treat you.”

She rolled her eyes and combed her hair with her fingers. “No Erik, I got stuff to do.”

“I don’t usually do this to girls so you’d be the first. Just please let me take you out and show you Wakanda. I know the best part of these streets.”

“And if I keep saying no?”

Erik walked up to Calantha and raised his brows, “well then I guess you don’t get to go with a King, and I may follow you. So its your choice.”

Erik waited for her answer, patiently, while she grumbled and whined in annoyance. She could not have it that Erik follow her.

“Fine,” she gave in, rolling her eyes.

Walking the streets of Wakanda, Calantha made sure to have an eye open for Erik. She had a thought, she too this way could get close to him and figure out whats his deal is with Wakanda.

Calantha was not going to lie to herself though. She did have a fun time with him. Its been a while since Calantha spent some quality time with someone, let alone a man. She felt confident and for a short time she pretended that it was a date. She pretended that she didn’t have to take Erik down, just for a couple of hours she wanted to live a fantasy.

They both were in a middle of a conversation about the time she went to Spain with her friends.

“Okay so what did y’all tell your friend?” Erik asked sipping on a Wakandan drink. Both of them went to go have dinner and Calantha was surprised at herself. She was more talkative then ever. She was laughing and enjoying her time with Erik. They were together for hours. She told things to Erik that she had never told to anyone. It felt good.

“Well me and my friends ended up dragging her drunk as* out of the restaurant and everyone was looking at us and just probably thinking we were crazy. Those were the good times though.” Calantha sipped her drink, lightly bumping into Erik. She looked down trying not to make a show but Erik saw her expression.

“What happened to your friends?”

Calantha pushed her hair back and gave her attention to Erik, “They all have passed. I’m the only one who hasn’t. Sometimes I wish I could change that. But I really do not have anyone. I am all alone.”

Erik looked at her guilty, he felt bad for her. “I know how you feel. When my pop’s died I felt that way, I still feel that way. What hurts more I think is that you see and know that some people deserve the worst, and yet they don’t get shi*. You know what I mean.”

Calantha just nodded knowing what he meant by that. She had read about and heard about Erik’s life and why he was so angry with the world.

“Sometimes though we need to let go in order to keep living. We need to let go of the past to open the door to the future. At least that’s what I think. Sorry I know you’re probably bothered or weirded out by my philosophical talking.”

Erik shook his head and sipped his drink, “nah its cool, I get it.”

Calantha then started shivering, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm. “Man its chilly tonight. Should of brought a stupid jacket.”

“Hey, here, look, take mine,” Erik offered taking off his long, black, kingly robe.

“Oh I shouldn't, you’ll be cold as well now.” Calantha pushed the black robe to him.

“Baby, just take it. You see my muscles? I am always heated up, especially when I look at you.”

“Good one,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the robe and putting it on. “Thanks.”

Erik just nodded and sipped his drink some more. Calantha hated herself in that moment. The robe smelled just like him. It was rough, manly, a little bit cologne. It made goosebumps run down her whole body. She felt she was getting high off the smell, it was truly intoxicating.

That night Erik and Calantha stayed out late, they laughed, joked, flirted with each other. Calantha was happy, but she didn’t know why? Was it because this makes their relationship closer and now she can get to him easier? Or is it because she genuinely was having a good time with him? She felt herself slipping away bit by bit. They both were a mystery for each other yet they spent time together like they’ve known each other for years.

Calantha then paused at a random house and stood still, “well this is me. Hope you have a good night, and next time don’t force someone to go out with you.”

Erik laughed and scratched his head, “will I see you again?”

Calantha shrugged, “probably not, I’ve got work to do and to be honest you kinda annoy me a little.” She shrugged the robe off and gave it to him. Calantha gave him a smirk while Erik laughed at her statement. “Girl you know you wanted to go out with me. Just say it. I’m gonna count that as a I will see you soon.”

“Bye Erik,” Calantha chuckled closing the door. As she saw Erik leave she turned into a Wakandan female just to leave the area and go to Nakia.

Calantha was truly falling for Erik. She spent every morning with him as the Wakandan male, preparing his feast. Then Erik would try to find Calantha transformed into herself everyday and surely enough he would find her. She did not want to be with him, she did not accept how selfish he was. For gods sake he killed King T’Challa! That thought made Calantha smirk in success, for she was getting closer and closer with him and she was gaining his trust. Calantha was going to take him down, once and for all.

But Nakia was worried, every time Calantha would come home from the mission Nakia saw the lovesick grin on Calantha’s face. She and Calantha had many fights on why Calantha should not see Erik anymore. But Calantha would just brush off the fact that she did find Erik interesting and had a liking to him.

The feast was the next day. Calantha had to get everything prepared and ready for that day. She was transformed into the male and getting everything ready for the day when she would have to take down Erik.

“Aye man,” Erik came in the room. “Hows it goin?”

She nodded her head, “its coming around. The feast should be ready by tomorrow night.”

“Good I was hoping that, you know. Hey, can you leave a seat next to my chair empty with like a lil v.i.p paper on there or something, I’m gon invite someone important to this feast.”

Calantha felt her heart sink in her chest. Someone? “Oh really, well may I ask who is it.”

Erik looked out the window and smiled, “its a girl, and the funny thing is hel* I don’t even know her name.”

Calantha felt terrible, what did she expect though? He has moved on, it was better this way. Calantha felt tears running down her face. She turned around, “excuse me I have something in my eye.” She then ran away with Erik still talking. Erik looked back and saw that Calantha wasn’t there, he ran after her or who he thought was a man.

She sat there and transformed into her true self. She stood by the wall, trying to hold herself together, but the tears were unstoppable.

“Hey what happened-baby? What are you, but I thought I saw, what in the hel*?” Erik looked around trying to find Calantha but her transformed as a guy. Erik was now curious about her. How did she appear so fast and not the other guy? Erik pondered a little bit over that thought but then realized she was crying right in front of him.

“What happened?” Was all he asked, kneeling down to her trying to get a good look at his face.

Calantha could not believe this moment that was happening right in front of her eyes! She was crying over a guy thinking he was with another woman, and she was being consoled by a evil person, a villain!

“Baby girl, tell me whats wrong, now.” Erik took a hold of her arms and pushed them down to her sides so he could see her face. Tears were evident and there were tear stains left on her cheek. Her eye lashes were thick from the tears and her lips were puckered up. She looked so beautiful in his eyes.

“I just,” Calantha could not tell him the truth. She could not tell him that she was the guy even though she really wanted to, and badly. “I was just remembering about my friends.”

Erik understood and brought her tiny body into his arms. There she felt comforted, safe, and loved. She shook her head and wiped the tears away, pushing herself away from Erik’s chest where she really wanted to be.

“No I can’t do this anymore. Erik, we can’t keep seeing each other anymore, I, I don’t want to.” She stood up and pushed Erik away. Erik gave her a look of confusion. “Why can’t you do this anymore? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I just...can’t Erik. I can’t anymore.”

Erik grabbed Calantha’s hands and massaged them gently, “well then maybe this will change your mind.” Erik softly placed his two hands on her cheeks and slowly inched closer to her. Their lips met. To Calantha it was perfect, his lips were so plush and soft. She felt like she was in heaven.

(not my gif! do not own!)

Calantha wanted Erik so bad, she deepened the kiss, placing her delicate hands on the back of his head. She felt complete with that embrace, she felt something spark within her. It was the feeling of love, how did she come to love her enemy? The man she was supposed to take down? She was at a loss for words but at this moment nothing else mattered except that splendid kiss.

Erik backed away and kissed her forehead, “how was that baby?”

“Calantha,” she just blurted out of nowhere.

“That’s your name?” Erik said out to her.

She nodded, “yeah, I figured you want to know, although I don’t truly hate the name baby.” She gave Erik a smirk caressing his face, brushing through his facial hair.

“Calantha? You know you got a nice name like its really beautiful,” Erik bashfully said, scratching his nose and looking down.

Calantha bit her lips and tried hard not to smile at him being embarrassed, “that’s really sweet of you Erik, thank you.” Calantha couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting another kiss, but as she was about to kiss Erik again a guard came out of nowhere and interrupted the moment.

“All these dam* people be interruptin me at the wrong time y’all.” Erik cursed under his breath. As he was about to leave he turned back to Calantha, “hey baby, I would like for you to be my special quest in a feast I’m havin tomorrow. How you feel about that?”

Calantha tried hard not to show that she was surprised and now gonna be screwed. She forgot all about the mission! Erik gave her a face of concern and worry. Calantha felt bad to say no so with a defeated sigh she agreed to his proposal.

“I, I would love to Erik.”

Calantha was stressed to the max, she felt that she let Nakia, T’Challa, everyone down. She pondered over her thoughts for many hours and her conclusion was simple and to the point. She had to take down Erik. She came here for a purpose, it was not to fall in love, it was not to start a new chapter in her life, no, it was simply to take Erik down and make sure he would not resurface to this world again.

The plan was Nakia would portray a guest in the feast since Calantha placed her name down. Nakia would disguise herself. Calantha would come in as the male getting the feast together and then when Erik is not looking Calantha and Nakia would take him down together.

Calantha had set the feast up already, she was proud of herself. She felt she really captured the culture and beauty of Wakanda in the decor.

“Prefect,” she whispered out loud, she was transformed into the male Wakandan. She stared at awe at the feast table.

“Your majesty, where would you like me to place the extra chair, your,” she took a gulp. “Special quest.”

Erik pointed to the seat next to him, “put my baby girl over there, right next to me. So I can keep an eye on her and make sure she happy, you know what I’m sayin?”

Calantha nodded and her heart fluttered at his nickname for her, she felt herself feel now pain than anything. She ordered someone to place the chair next to Erik’s high and mighty one.

Soon quests were coming in, one by one the room started to fill up and that made Calantha more and more nervous. She wiped her forehead of sweat and gave each and every person their personal chair.

Then Nakia came in, with her disguise on. Calantha knew this plan would roll on even if she didn’t want it to.

“Are you ready?” Nakia asked, showing a smile to people as they walked by.

Calantha secretly nodded and left the room.

Calantha could hear that Erik made an announcement for people to eat and enjoy themselves.

Calantha stood by where no one was around. She looked back and forth, “no one, good. C’mon Calantha you got this girl, you are just gonna do this small thing and then you can go home in your beautiful space ship and live your life like what you felt with Erik was a dream it did not happen.” Calantha was too busy putting on her black fighting suit that she didn’t hear someone walking to her voice. She was finished taking her clothes off when then Erik appeared.

“Calantha?”

“Erik! Oh my god!” Calantha was shocked and terrified.

“Baby we can’t keep meeting like this,” Erik chuckled eyeing her up and down, taking in her site of just in a bra and panties. Erik licked his lips and gave her a look of a predator, as if he were to pounce on her.

Calantha pushed back her hair, “I just, um my dress broke and I don’t have a new one. Darn guess I can’t make the dinner.” She was just about to leave when Erik grabbed onto her arm, “I got an extra dress for you if you want to wear it, I think it would look sexy on ya.”

Calantha couldn’t get out of this one, “sure.”

She had to do this for T’Challa, for his family, for Wakanda.

Erik was wearing his suit that matched her dress.

They walked hand in hand to the dinner. Calantha wished it would never happen, she wished this were all a dream and soon she was gonna wake up. The moment went by to her in slow motion, every feeling in her body resurfacing all at once. Her heels clanked through the hall and she knew one way or another...

Erik was going to not be King of Wakanda anymore.

As Calantha walked in everyone gasped to see her, they did not think Erik would find anyone with how selfish and evil he is. Nakia saw Calantha that she was transformed into her true self. Calantha could tell Nakia was truly irate, her face showed it all. As Calantha and Erik sat down Nakia stood up. “I would like to raise a toast!” Everyone in the room raised their glasses and Nakia gave Calantha a angry look. She went on to say, “Friends are tough, they are rough around the edges. They agree on stuff you say today, and disagree on the stuff you say tomorrow. You feel sometimes you can trust them, but other times they completely forget that trust.”

Calantha just wanted to hide away in her spaceship, she wanted to get away and never return. Calantha quickly touched lightly her weapons that were hiding under the table. She did not want to do this.

“Calantha,” Nakia says, and Calantha knew soon she must fight Erik. Nakia went on, “you are my dearest friend, and as your friend I want you to do one thing to him,” and as Nakia raises her glass higher to her mouth to drink she licks her lips and takes off her disguise, “kill him.”

Calantha quickly shot up and ripped her dress of to show her black one piece, fighting suit. She pointed her hand gun to Erik and shrugged, “you knew this had to happen.”

Erik slowly drank his drink and chuckled, “so you’re the bitc* I gotta kill. Well then,” suddenly Erik turns into a Panther Habit of his own. It was black and gold. Calantha screams in anger at him because she knows Shuri made the suit. “You do not deserve that suit,” shouts an irate Nakia.

Nakia threw one of her ring blades to Erik while he dodged the attack. Nakia jumped to him while Calantha started shooting Erik from her handgun. Erik cuts the bullets in half with his Wakandan swords and throws one of them in the air. He then gets his claws from his suit and cuts Nakia on her side stomach. Nakia winces and holds the wound with pressure. Calantha worryingly goes to Nakia and as Calantha is there with her Erik is trying to fight Calantha. Calantha moves Nakia to a safe corner and leans her against the wall.

Nakia places a hand on Calantha’s shoulder. “You need to finish this fight.”

Calantha placed a finger to her chest, “me? But why me?”

“Because you are a hero. You can save Wakanda. I believe in you.”

Calantha looked to the dining room area where Erik was at and nodded her head in determination. “Wait here, this won’t take too long.” Calantha cracked her knuckles and suddenly shape shifted into a rhino. She ran fast to Erik, Erik was enticing her, opening his arms like if this was a game. “So you can shape shift into animals and humans. Dam* too bad you couldn’t be used in something more...bad.”

Calantha ran to him and tried piercing him with her horn. But he dodged and instead hopped on the side of her. She was messing the whole room up! She trampled everything trying to get Erik off her side. Finally, Erik pushed his leg to hit her stomach and that sent her falling over. Calantha quickly turned into herself and grabbed her rifle.

Erik already had blood on his face and cuts and bruises. Calantha was out of breath, her hair all disheveled and cuts and bruises on her too.

“Why did you do this to me? You know I thought we had something special. I thought you was the one. But nah, you gotta prove to me that your like everyone else in this world. A liar!”

Calantha shot her rifle at him a couple of times and screamed, “I am not! Okay yes Erik your childhood, what T’Chaka did to you was extremely wrong. We are imperfect, my childhood was not easy. At least you had a father, I didn’t have either. I have been all alone all my life! But you don’t see me wanting to hurt others, no! No, I put my pain and heartache in protecting people, strangers. Just because something bad happens to you Erik doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on the world.”

Erik took his mask off, “Its not just the world! Its my pop, he was everything that I had. You didn’t know your fam, you didn’t know your dad so you don’t know how it feels like to lose someone.”

Calantha had tears in her eyes and she was shocked, “me? Don’t know how it feels to lose someone? I lost everybody I ever love in my life. All my friends outlived me and died while I was still breathing. I can’t die, Erik! So everyone I love, Nakia, this beautiful place, everyone I ever loved, will be gone but you know what I will still be here to go through all their deaths. This would of never worked out Erik...Because I could never watch the person that I love die while I still keep going on. Its just too much for me.”

Erik walked up to her and grabbed her hands, “I know you didn’t want to do this. But I ain’t got no choice.” Erik bent down and placed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips again. Calantha welcomed it and realized she was too in love with this man. She was in love with him too deep already and she didn’t know how to come out. She needed to make sure that Erik would be okay. Calantha quickly got a injection out of her pocket and stabbed Erik in his neck.

“What the f-” Erik then fell.

Nakia came running from the corner, “did you do it? Did you put the lethal injection in him?”

Calantha nodded, “he is better than gone.”

Nakia hugged Calantha and thanked her. “I have word my friend that they have found T’Challa!”

Calantha laughed and nodded, “I’m so happy. I’m glad I could help. Let me just take care of this,” she pointed to Erik.

Nakia nodded and left. While Calantha ran to the waterfall and dropped him there. “Goodbye Erik, I know you were fighting because you were hurt. I’m sorry.”

In Calantha’s spaceship the beautiful melody of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles was playing at a low tone. She read her books about mythology and their wonders. Ate her snacks and just relaxed. She then heard a groan. Smirking to herself she got up and swiftly walked over to the groan. “Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?”

A figure moves from the sheets and stands tall and high, “like shi*, where did you throw me again?”

Calantha chuckled and kissed his lips, “the waterfall. I put the heater on in here to get you warm.”

Erik wore a grey hoodie and some sweat pants, with black socks. Calantha wore her jeans, hoodie and adidas. “You look good in that Calantha,” Erik complimented her.

Calantha held his hand and brought him to a chair next to hers.

“So where are we going baby?” Erik asked, embracing Calantha from behind.

Calantha shrugs, “anywhere.”

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The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty: RWBY Vol 6 E 12

I wish I could’ve enjoyed this, but the fact that this episode could’ve been perfectly merged with last weeks episode for a rightful 23-25 minute episodes makes me angry.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: First we got all buildup, now we got all pay off. Why do they keep doing this?

The Good:

Quick spoilers for the review ahead: most of the contents of this section are about the Bee vs. Adam fight. In fact, the 3/10 rating is earned because of this since I was just bored during the fist half and during the cliffhanger.

A quick shoutout to Ruby for figuring out an alternative way to neutralize Cordovin without yelling it or making it as obvious as Oscar’s plan was. TBH the writers did a poor job trying to execute the first plan by being just as obvious to make it not work.

This week the fight between Blake, Yang and Adam continues, but unlike last week, both girls get to fight by each others side. What’s really interesting about the scenes showcased on this episode is the way both adapt to their current circumstances and still manage to get that sweet Bumbleby combo we’ve experienced in previous volumes.

They are both quick on their feet, always in sync. Blake’s evasive technique and light hits help to destabilize Adam while Yang carries the punch (literally). She distracts him and positions him right where Yang needs him to be. Not only that, but she makes sure Adam cannot absorb any of Yang’s heavy hits, completely conscious of how that can backfire.

Of course, the ribbon combo attack the pair is known for makes a comeback. This time, Yang grabs what’s left of Gambol Shroud to protect Blake and is the one throwing her partner around.

The flying cat Faunus is not strong enough to break Adam’s stance and she’s thrown away, and her aura breaks. Like everyone guessed, Blake’s aura is purple, the same shade Yang’s bandana is ;)

Now is Yang’s turn to hold her ground against Adam while she keeps an eye on Blake, who could easily fall to there death. hOW THE FUCK CAN SHE CLIMB WITH HEELS.

“The moment of truth, Yang. Do you think you’re faster than you were at Beacon?”

Yang trembles.

“Me neither.”

Here’s the second thing I wanted to point out about this fight: Adam still tries to use manipulation to get the upper hand. He knows a part of Blake still fears him, and he knows Yang’s trauma is associated with him.

Again and again he has tried to exploit this, but once more: he fails.

Yang goes for an evasive tactic rather than an offensive one, more proof of her character development.

Adam continues taunting, because he has no other tools or tactics he can use. He desperately tries to clutch to power, even though last episode showed him that Yang and Blake are at their strongest when together.

This is why he wanted to sever that link in volume 3. Even if he didn’t know how good of a team they were, he knew the best way to break Blake was through Yang.

“What does she even see in you!” remarks how out of his element Adam is. He lost the fight before he actually lost it.

Yang’s Semblance makes a return, but TBH the animation was pretty underwhelming considering we’ve waited for its comeback for about 3 years. I think Adam’s Moonslice animation has been maintained. Everything from the color palette shift, to the way the red on his outfit lights up. His presence is there.

Yang’s Semblance doesn’t bust in victorious and glorious. It’s more like a tame flame. I appreciate the fire effects, and the way Yang’s moments are highlighted with 2D yellow effects, but where’e the frame distortion? The glowing red eyes? The final punch was nice, but overall, I’m disappointed.

Finally, the moment we all have been waiting for comes: Adam Taurus’s death. Have some popcorn peeps. There was no other way to end the whole arc, Adam was irredeemable.

If you wanted me to be honest, I thought Adam was going to fall to his death in some fight scenario where he was so consumed by anger and his obsession that he looses it; or Yang was going to be the one ending it.

Having them both kill him, with both halves of Gambol Shroud no less, is so fucking powerful and fitting. Of course, quite traumatic for Blake, who would be the one most affected by it.

I think they nailed the reaction. Aside from the obvs Bumbleby excitement, Blake breaking down, the remainder of the promise and Yang comforting her so delicately is the perfect way to end this arc.

Unfortunately, it isn’t quite as cathartic and beautiful since we’re cut short by the need to establish another cliff hanger.

The Bad:

I see people left and right on RT’s forms, Tumblr and YouTube praising the CRWBY for getting better at pacing or even “nailing” it.

Boi, oh boi, could you not be more wrong.

This episode could and should’ve been part of last episode. There’s no reason why any writer would cut the momentum episode 11 carried for a cheap cliff hanger and have the resolution to the fights be concluded 7 days later.

Do you know what real shows do? They make a two parter. A half an hour special.

I could bring up AtlA, but I’m going to bring up SU.

Do you know what’s going to happen next Monday on CN?

A 45 minute special Steven Universe season finale.

You know why?

Because the best way to finalize the diamond arc is by paying off all the buildup with a huge chunk of content! The decision to have the final 4 episodes group together to deliver some satisfactory pay off will be a blast.

Yes, we don’t know how season is going to end, but I can fucking tell you this special is the best way to end this arc.

SU’s atrocious schedule has made a lot of people drop the show, and I don;’t blame them. CN doesn’t know what its doing, and it’s purposefully killing shows with this (Se also: Adventure Time).

However, if there’s something the Crewniverse know how to do is delivering a story that can fit an episode.

A beginning/set up, a middle and a resolution/ending.

RWBY doesn’t do that. Episodes are: all build up, all buildup + some middle, some middle+tiny resolution.

The only way one can truly enjoy RWBY is by binge watching it, but unfortunately, RT doesn’t release the episodes Netflix style.

Do they change and adapt their writing because of this?

No, they don’t.

The problem wasn’t that the RWBY girls were separated, it’s that the writing team doesn’t know how to properly pace a story for an audience.

Also, is anyone bothered by the fact that no matter how many times Cordovin hit the Atlesian ship, that thing could still work?

Way to kill the momentum.

The Dirty:

I see a lot of people reflagging GIFs of Ruby and Qrow showing how much the girl has grown and how conflicted he might be, and TBH I see what you do.

I know Qrow looks at Ruby and probably thinks of Summer.

Summer is dead; Ruby is not, and Qrow wants to keep it that way. But Ruby is on her way to becoming an adult, she’s the leader on her team, a figure to her friends and the protagonist of the show. She has to show she’s prepared to take a stance.

Awesome scenes guys! You forgot something tho:

Rubys conflict.

Just like the glazed over Oscars big “this is what I stand for” moment of his arc, we never see Ruby at her weakest.

People complained of this during volume 4, but have you not notice she has not broken down or showed a real crisis? This 5 minutes with the apathy is not enough, and though I love her questioning Ozpin, I feel this needed more fuel.

Sometimes it feels like the writers know what a protagonist is supposed to sound like and act like, but don’t quite get how they got there.

Oh yeah, Grimm show up btw. We all knew this so meh.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: Someone should really teach Miles and Kerry the ways episodes are structured. It’s season 6 and still haven’t grasped how to write an episodic series.

#RWBY #RWBY6 #Me #The good the bad and the dirty

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jancys-blue-bayou · 6 years

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The problems with screentime in Stranger Things 2

Okay so this isn’t anything new but I feel the need to rant a bit about it anyway: the only real problem with season 2 of Stranger Things was the sheer size of the narrative. Adding several new characters into an already big ensemble, doing a very special episode for one of the main characters with some of those new characters meant big problems with the screentime given to both them and the other characters.

Because what made season 1 so great was the size of the story and the pacing of the narrative. Running three separate storylines that then intersected was done beautifully, especially how it enabled them to connect to different genres (the kids sci-fi-story, Nancy and Jonathan in a horror movie scenario, Hopper and Joyce in a conspiracy thriller). The pacing was so good, cutting between the different storylines in a way that always kept you glued to the screen.

Of course they made season 2 in a similar way, separating the characters into different plotlines that ran parallel until they intersected, and I enjoyed both how they kept some pairings (Nancy/Jonathan, Hopper/Joyce) but also found new constellations (Steve and the kids, Mike/Will/Hopper/Joyce). But, adding so many new characters, Max, Billy, Bob, Kali and her gang, Dr. Owens, Murray, meant that we had loads and loads of characters all jostling for screentime. All the new characters need screentime to be introduced and made a part of the story, but as a viewer we’re invested in the characters we already know and love. And everyone ends up feeling shortchanged, most of the new characters feel underdeveloped or pointless while several of the old characters feel underutilized and pushed aside. Most obviously Nancy and Jonathan, but I’ve also seen similar complaints about for example Mike.

Of the new characters I feel like Bob, Owens and Murray worked out the best. Bob because he’s given screentime to be one of the more fleshed out of the new guys, plus Sean Astin brings a natural likeability to the role. Owens and Murray work because they are well-written in to the plot in different ways. Now to Max and Billy. I like Max, I like what Sadie Sink does, but I think the role is underwritten, existing solely in connection with male characters as a love interest. The Duffer Brothers have said that they introduced Billy because they wanted a human antagonist, writing him in the way Steve was initially supposed to be until Joe Keery’s charm changed that character. Fine, I get what they’re after, the human antagonists of Stephen King is great and a staple of the eighties and the influence of Stephen King on the Duffers can’t be overstated. But, do they have to incorporate that Stephen King trope as well? I love how they balanced the shoutouts and references to the 80s in season 1, it always being very present and obvious yet not in a gratuitous way. Now it feels like they’re getting away from that with Billy. Like people have pointed out, he didn’t have any influence on the actual plot of the season, he could’ve been removed and nothing of the plot would’ve been different. There lies the problem for me, his character is only there as a part of the shows style and look, in the same way music and certain imagery is, but having a character only be stylistic and not plot-relevant, I don’t like. He’s just an 80s archetype for the sake of an 80s archetype, while other characters like Nancy, Jonathan, Eleven, Hopper etc start as archetypes that are then flipped on it’s head (like how Nancy is the horror flick chick trope but is then shown to be genresavvy, competent and much more above that).

Kali then. Obviously Eleven wasn’t the first test subject, of course they were going to adress that, but I’m not a fan of how they did it. Kali by herself is an interesting character. But the whole thing with the Warriors gang... it’s along the same lines as I touched upon earlier, with it feeling like the Duffers 80s references started to become gratuitous. Now to the love it or hate it Very Special Episode. I hate it, duh. I get that they wanted to be brave and do something different, but damn it just breaks the whole flow of the season, halting all other parts of the narrative like that and of course does away with the pacing I wrote about earlier, where they otherwise are so adept at juggling several storylines next to each other. Of course it deepens Eleven’s character and she learns about herself, but the character development she undergoes there didn’t need a whole episode, in fact I would’ve loved to get more glimpses of Kali throughout the previous episodes, like the opening scene of the season, think they could’ve written it differently.

So except for the way all the new characters kind of get each other’s way in fight for screentime which renders them underdeveloped, it also has the effect of doing other characters a disservice through the hogging of screentime. Mainly Nancy and Jonathan. OK, obviously as a hardcore Jancy shipper i’m always going to want more screentime for them, but it’s not just about that. Their plotline, exposing the lab, is great but given too little screentime given the enormity of their actions and also, since the plotline separates them very clearly from all the others and sends them on their own little adventure, not giving it more screentime really pushes it aside. Now the romance aspect of it, I love that Jancy became canon this season. I’ve seen some shippers being not happy with the way it happened, feeling that it was rushed. Personally I don’t feel it was rushed per se (ie I like the idea of them finally just jumping each other’s bone after skitting around it for so long), but it came off that way due to their lack of screentime which led to an amount of showing not telling, as @valkyriav have written very well about here. That’s basically why I write my fic The Real Shit, to fill in some blanks since we didn’t get enough scenes of them because of the screentime being devoted more to other characters. Btw, @jancystrangerstuff sent me this link earlier, the middle pic in the second row really looks like it’s from a deleted scene in the car the morning after (given her outfit and from the way their positioned, like she’s next to him in the front seat to me), thought I show it because that kind of provoked this whole rant.

Finally, all these characters being introduced and not developed enough this season really made me feel like season 2 was very much a stepping stone in the larger scheme of things. Obviously Kali and other test subjects will be a part of the show’s future and hopefully Max and maybe even Billy will be given more depth, and I still have hope that they will be able to write and balance all the characters in season 3 better.

#stranger things #stranger things thoughts #stranger things 2 #meta #jancy #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #max mayfield #billy hargrove #kali #murray bauman #bob newby #doctor owens

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scenario for the fantasy AU in which Kacchan happens to catch feelings for a girl he encountered a while back ( kiri forced him to take her with them) and she herself reciprocates his feelings. Yet they're both really Tsu-Tsun and won't admit it since they're always arguing. Kiri is tired of it btw. So one day while they're arguing, he "accidently" pushes Katsuki into the girl, telling them to confess? Whooo really long. *sweatdrop*

kiri is me tbh

It was fucking HOT™,and you were stuck trying to weakly fan yourself from under the shade of a pretty sad looking tree. It was so hot that not even the birds were singing. Only the dead silence of the heat was in the air and you were tempted to hire a bard to follow you around just to break the monotony. Of course you were only tempted and would never be able to put up with that shit. You sighed loudly and out of irritation, the heat waves in the distance making you sleepy eyed. Looking over to your companions you could clearly see that they were in the same sorry state that you were. Kirishima was face first on the ground and trying to hide himself in the small shade of a bush. It wasn’t really working. And Bakugou… You knew looking at him would be your first mistake.

You looked over at him anyways and your gaze was caught looking at his bare chest. He was drinking sloppily from a gourd of water, the water falling and trailing down the front of his neck, going to leak over his exposed self. You watched a few droplets slide down his chest and then wet the hem of his pants and you wished you could see where the rest of the water would go. But you had to quickly yank yourself out of your wandering thoughts. Gods… You were in this deep weren’t you? He hadn’t noticed you staring yet and wet the palm of his hand before pushing it onto his forehead and then into his hair, trying to cool himself off more than his sweat could. His face was flush from the heat and with the new water dripping from his form he was practically making your heart want to explode.

Ugh.

With a quick movement you went to slap both of your cheeks with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut. Stop looking at him you idiot! There was no way you could show him that you liked him and he made no move to treat you any differently after he smashed his lips onto yours over a fortnight ago when he was heavily drunk. You chalked this up to him obviously not remembering his drunk adventures, especially after the three of you got paid due to another successful bounty hunt.

Right now you were waiting for a tip to get here of a certain rich thief lord the three of you had been after since forever. You had tried locating him about a million times before and now the three of you were finally on his trail again. As soon as you heard the sound of your messenger hawk you scrambled to your feet and held your protected arm out to it. It landed and you fished a few hardy slices of meat out for it to tear into while you unclipped the message from your lead. Within a few moments you felt someone at your side and attempted to ignore the breath fanning down your neck.

“So what the fuck does it say.” Bakugou huffed from next to you.

“I’m still reading.” You mumbled, scanning your eyes on the crinkled parchment.

“Then hurry up.” He barked.

“Shut up!” You hissed making your hawk get a little restless.

As soon as you got to the last part of the message you groaned before shoving in towards Bakugou who was being pestered by Kirishima. They both read over the message, and after a while, understood why you had groaned. The three of you never drew straws for who got the crap chute of the job because Bakugou and Kirishima were obviously the muscle of the three of you.This left you to get the craps and this next one was one hell of a doozy.

Your target was someone of a very high taste in aesthetic, so he often kept a number of dancers to perform for him on the go. Your job was to disguise yourself as one of said dancers and be the one to help the other two get in. Uncomfortable was not the word to completely describe how you felt about dressing in these clothes but… You weren’t about to fuck up a bounty the three of you had been after for the past two years. After let your hawk roam free into the skies you retreated back to your shared tent to grab your coin purse so you could head into town and purchase the appropriate dancer garb. When you went to head out you gave both of them a mean case of side eye.

“I’ll be back.”

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It was nighttime, and the huge gathering at the banquet hall was in full swing. Bakugou and Kirishima were waiting for you on the roof as you got everything ready. It took a while to get yourself to look the way you did but you were a little proud of yourself for being able to pull off the look. You were still self conscious about it though, and as you came up you refused to make eye contact with either of them.

“Not a word.” You warned before throwing Bakugou a guard outfit.

You bashfully turned away as he started to change and heard Kirishima whistle appreciatively at you. You shot him a look before turning away and trying to cover yourself up a bit. The amount of gold bells, bracelets, and other such gold trinkets that were on your form glistened in the moonlight and the transparent, shimmery cloth that covered your arms and legs were draped deliciously over your form to show off a lot of skin. The converings that were solid and actually covered your more… private parts, were very small and you had what would be considered as a side skirt to cover the knife strapped to your thigh. Your face was veiled from the nose down so people could see your eyes clearly. You hated it with a burning passion.

Speaking of, when Bakugou called to you so the two of you could enter the gathering, you saw that same sort of burning passion that you saw a fortnight ago. It sent absolute shivers down your spine and you were so glad the transparent cloth on your face didn’t show your reddened cheeks.

The second you entered into the back room you gave him instructions to come in a bit afterwards as to not attract attention. It wouldn’t do well to have a guard and dancer enter at the same time. It would have everyone thinking just a little too hard. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering touch of his as you pulled away from him though. So you entered and went back into the harem of dancers quickly, all of them laying and sitting lavishly while only a few of them danced. One of the things you were glad you forced yourself to learn a while back for this job was to dance, so as to not attract attention, you went to the middle where a few girl dancers were. They smiled at you and let you join in on a classic dance, the music starting back up.

It wasn’t much long after you had started dancing did Bakugou enter in, looking like every other grunt that was here. Kirishima was on the roof for backup just in case you needed the strength of a dragon. Thankfully none of the guards seemed to be brandishing wyrmslayer swords like last time. You made eye contact with Bakugou and he gave you a little nod as a signal, so you started to dance towards the thief leader. You spun gracefully and started to distract him with the long fluid movements of your body, the long cloth strapped to both of your wrists gliding in the air. As soon as you saw Bakugou close enough, you went to sneak in you knife from under the side skirt. You took your opportunity in stride as the thief went to grab you and tug you towards him, his breath reeking of alcohol. You smiled sweetly at him and went to brush your hand against the side of his face before you plunged the knife into his neck and twisted it.

Bakugou was at your side in an instant as the plethora of screams from the thief’s harem rang out. You’re being pushed out by him as fast as possible, a few cries of protest coming from you as you’re pushed into the back room and out into the cool night. The two of you scrambled to the roof and to the waiting Kirishima who was looking very unamused as the two of you had gotten onto the rooftop arguing.

“Oh so you’re going to argue with me about how I should distract? Right now, really?!” You yelled shoving the bloodied knife back into your thigh pocket.

“You fucking dragged it out too long you dumbass! You could’ve blown your cover and then I’d have to come save your ass!” He yelled back.

“Uh, who’s the one who can actually have more than two seconds of patience to even disguise themselves?!” You shot back. “Oh wait, that would be me!”

“I should’ve just killed him as soon as I came in. Then I wouldn’t have had to watch you dance for that scumbag!!”

“Oh so are you suddenly jealous now? Sorry I didn’t have time to dance over and give you a lapdance first!” You turned away and huffed. “Gods, I can’t believe you’re arguing with me over this!”

“I wouldn’t have to argue with you if you had just done it how I wanted in the first place!” He growled grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. He glared at you with those piercing red eyes of his.

Bakugou opened his mouth the yell even more when he suddenly felt himself be shoved forward and his lips collided with yours for a heated second. It didn't take long for the two of you two separate almost immediately.

“For the love of gods will you two just confess already?” Kirishima sighed irritably. “I’m tired of this, Bakugou just tell her!”

“Eh??” You almost shrieked. “Tell me what?!”

You looked helplessly between the seething Bakugou and then to the exasperated Kirishima who was turning to leave. You were about to call out to the redhead when you felt strong, calloused hands grab your shoulders and then lips press against yours. It took you a good moment before you were able to try and kiss back, your hands flying up and holding the sides of his face gently. It was firm, and a little similar to the last kiss you shared from such a long time ago and under very different circumstances. And after you had returned the kiss, Bakugou decided to tilt his head a little more and deepened it just a bit more. That was more than enough to send you to cloud nine and get your head feeling fuzzy. You swore he was trying to kill you.

The two of you parted and it was only a second of breathing room before he’s dragging you off somewhere secluded and you’re sputtering out curses and other jumbled phrases. You’re shut into a dimly lit room and are quickly being pressed against the wall, one of Bakugou’s hands going to grip your thigh.

“There’s something I want to do before you change out of that outfit.” He said hungrily. You swallowed hard.

“O-Oh.” You managed to squeak out.

And suddenly the heat from earlier today was nothing compared to the heat between your legs.

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha #mha imagines #katsuki bakugou

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