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eveningstar1516 · 3 years

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

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vanaera · 5 years

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Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes

Synopsis | You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween. Pairing | prince actor!taehyung x ticket booth attendant!oc Genre | So much fluff, slight angst, humor that’s close to being crack Wordcount | 10,184 AU | Carnival Prompt | “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” – “I bet you tell everyone that.” Warnings | None A/N | This is for @foreverpark’s Halloween Writing Challenge! It’s my first time joining a challenge like this so thank you so much Sarah for giving me an opportunity to experience this! For my hons out there, here’s my Halloween fic for you! Please also check out Sarah’s fics and the other fics for this challenge, they’re all great! Happy reading!

At every start of success story speeches, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” How Mark managed to chance upon an idea of an app, How Sarah snagged the director position she dreamed of, how introverted Kim developed progressive networks–it is an imperative that saying will pop out in every single one of these stories. Well, except yours, because it’s the other way around in your life. At times “Fake it ‘til you make it’ does makes a cut, but in most of your major life events where you desperately wished for it to work, it doesn’t really work. You know because you’ve long tried to fake you’re so invested in your part-time job, only for you to cry out at night that you didn’t want to do it anymore.

Sitting on an uncomfortable stool with a small fan on your right as reprieve from the heat, you spend most of your day with cramped legs inputting number of tickets sold, handing over ticket stubs, becoming an instant customer service attendant, and smiling through clenched teeth at the people that stop by your booth. Working the most boring job in the carnival is not something you can fake to enjoy until you make enough savings for your college tuition. That is, until Kim Taehyung came.

“Wonder boy” is an extreme understatement to describe that guy. Kim Taehyung is cute and has a model-esque body and his voice sounds so nice when he’s in his prince costume entertaining the kids who enter the Fairytale Land booth. Okay, maybe you’ve been staring at him too long than you’re supposed to when you’re at work. But in your defense, you’ve known Kim Taehyung long before you discovered he also part-times at the Enchanted Carnival–long enough for you to harbor a massive, embarrassing crush on the boy.

Kim Taehyung studies in the same university as you and you first saw him the day you didn’t attend your history class just so you can prepare for your midterms in the said subject–the irony of college students’ philosophy. That day, you just entered a classroom you frequent for study purposes, knowing it will be empty during your history period. Except for that day because the moment you pushed open the door, a stable vibrato echoing within the rooms’ walls halts in an awkward coughing fit.

Your anxiety-driven nerves immediately take over you. “Uhh, I’m sorry I just barged in I didn’t mean to interrupt you–”

“No, it’s o-okay,” the boy coughs, hitting his chest repeatedly. “I was just su-surprised.”

“I’m really sorry for interrupting you,” you take a step back, your hand grasping for the knob. “Continue on, I’ll just find another room–”

“No, it’s okay, you can share the room with me.”

“A-are you sure?” you squint, still rooted at the door. “You don’t have like, a class in here or something? You have a projector set up on the teacher’s desk.”

“Nah, it’s just my prop when I do my final runs.” He walks to the projector and flips down its lens cover. A picture of a wooden fort set in what looks like cobble-stoned streets of 18th century France flashes on the white board. “See?” The boy turns to you, grinning. “I’m cutting just like you. No pressure, mate. Stay.”

“B-but you’re practicing, I may distract you.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind some audience–unless, you get distracted from studying by music, then I’ll go and find–”

“No, it’s okay,” you chuckle. “I don’t get distracted by music. I love music. Actually, I like listening to songs while I study so yeah, go on.” You set your papers on the nearest seat and plop down.

“You do?” The boy asks and you find yourself smiling at his beaming face. You’ve never seen someone who smiles so bright like him on a constant-interaction basis.

“Yeah, I do. By the way, what are you singing for?”

“Oh yeah,” the boy scratches his nape, reds forming on the tips of his ears. “uh, this is for my Drama club. I’m still in the application process and we have this task to play and perform as a theater character tomorrow Friday. I wanted to do Jean Valjean from Les Miserables.”

“Wow, that’s great,” you smile, “actually I’m studying for my History midterms, so yeah, your practice is very timely. You can be my background music,” you chuckle, “to give me the better feel of what I will be crying over later back at my home.”

Taehyung laughs and you chuckle before going back on your own devices. An hour and a half passes with you flipping furiously through your reviewer in time with the instrumentals behind Taehyung’s velvet voice. When the bell rings and the afternoon class scheduled in the room starts to form a mini clique outside, you scramble out the door with a mess of papers pressed to your chest and a new name to mull over during your breaks: Kim Taehyung.

Unlike what you predicted, that encounter was not the last you will have with the theater boy. You had a couple of classes with him in the next semester and he sat next to you in each lectures. You also became partners for a pair project in your Communication Theories class. Kim Taehyung became a regular presence in your college life that at the end of your sophomore year, you knew his dream of becoming a theater actor, all his likes, dislikes and insecurities, and even his secrets he said his friends knew none of like “Y/N, do you know I used to dream of becoming a Disney prince? Not used to, actually I still low-key dream of playing Shang from Mulan just so I can sing ‘Make a Man Out of You.’” You never imagined you would hit up such a friendship with someone who’s the total polar opposite of you. Taehyung’s a social butterfly while you hate going out of your house. He knows almost three-fourth of the total population in the university with him getting to manage nine clubs while still maintaining his academics. In total contrast to you who never got to join any organizations, too afraid of making commitments you neither can fulfill nor prioritize over staying at home and reading your fiction books. Not to say Taehyung’s on the top of the strata with his handsome looks, blessed physique, impressive talent, and wide range of friends. While you’re someone who easily blends with the crowd’s background noise, with nothing too much to offer but a small group of friends and a fascination for critiquing movies–especially those that are really bad.

You guess that people say, “Opposites attract” for a reason because when you and Taehyung move on to sophomore year, you find yourself crushing hard on the boy. However for you, the attraction is definitely going to be one-sided. You’re sure of it because how can Taehyung ever like you back? You’re the epitome of average-ness that you even became the stepping stone for the girls who want to snag a date with Taehyung. Of course you wouldn’t let Taehyung miss out on cute girls he can probably date when he can have any girl he wish to be with. And, you’re too chicken to act out even a hint of your feelings for him. Clammy hands, jumpy heart, and equipped with an instinct to run to the opposite hall when you so much as glance at Taehyung’s approaching figure, you are sure he will be the death of you. Everything turns worse when you learn he part-times this summer break in the same carnival you work pathetically.

“Yo, Y/N, you work here, too?” Taehyung nears you, clad in a white polo dangerously unbuttoned down his chest, navy trousers that cinches his narrow hips, and brown combat boots. He is also wearing an unbuttoned red military jacket, its shoulder pads making his shoulders look broader than they’d ever been. A rich red cape embellished with golden details flows behind him, complementing the gold tassels on his jacket and his golden crown that makes him look impossibly more ethereal. He fucking looks like a brunet Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle.

You consciously glance down at your outfit: sweat-stained purple polo shirt with Enchanted Carnival’s logo embroidered on its breast pocket, tucked in generic black slacks that doesn’t fit you well. When you reach up to tuck the stray strand of hair that escapes your ponytail, you’re reminded you’re still wearing the silly mandatory headband with pink bunny ears. Your face feels oily, your hair’s unwashed, and you just remembered you’re not wearing any makeup on. Great, you fucking look like all college students’ worst job nightmare.

“Hey, you’re still there?”

“Ye-yeah, uh, hi, Tae,” you smile awkwardly, snatching your headband off and hiding it behind your back. You tried to make yourself look less embarrassing but it backfired when all short strands of your hair messily spill down to your cheeks. You smile wider. Okay, this is the worst day ever.

“I didn’t know you’re also working here,” Taehyung says.

“Umm, yeah. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry–”

“No, no, no, it’s okay!” Taehyung waves his hands, laughing. “In fact this is great!”

“Great?” You want to jump off from a cliff right on.

Taehyung remains oblivious in your self-pity and just grins. “Yeah, it means I get to see you everyday even when we’re outside uni!”

“We do see each other outside uni. I tutored you for six months straight in the library.”

“Yeah, but I mean, it’s nice we get to be co-workers. It’s good to have a familiar face around so work wouldn’t be so boring. Say, Y/N, why don’t we have lunch at the cafeteria later? I have so many to tell you and–”

“Yah, Kim Taehyung! You’re up next, what are you doing outside?” you glance behind your friend and see Jimin, dressed in the same uniform as you minus the silly headband, wildly waving for the boy in front of you. When Jimin notices you, he breaks into a smile, “Oh, hi, Y/N,” and then he returns to his agenda. “Taehyung come here quickly! The batch of kids is nearing the Princess’ Castle, boss is gonna chew us out if you didn’t get back to the booth in three!”

Taehyung sighs and looks at you with shoulders drooped. “I have to go back now. Guess, I’ll see you later?”

“Okay, later, then. Have fun, Tae,” you wave at him with a smile.

When you head back for your booth, you cross your fingers and hope you don’t see him later. How can the universe do you this dirty by placing him so near you right when you are at your worst?

At the end of the day, you learn the universe just does you dirty for the hell of it. Taehyung bounds your way for lunch break in his prince costume, grinning stupidly just when you’re about to sneak off to the comfort rooms. Nevertheless, you accept the lemons life is giving you and decide to relish in your crush’s presence as you joke over lunch. You just didn’t expect that day will start an unannounced routine with Taehyung eating lunch with you and him walking you home after your shifts for the rest of your summer break. The seemingly grey area in your friendship with Taehyung turns more mind-boggling when the man keeps up with the routine even after the summer break has ended, with you two continuing your part-time jobs at the carnival every weekend.

Truth be told, your set-up with Taehyung is a blessing in disguise. He may see you greasy-faced, constantly suffering at work, and daily pissed at your cramped station with poor ventilation but at least you get to see the man you fell in love with everyday. Not just the Taehyung who’s the campus crush and the talented actor every kid in the carnival loves. But the Taehyung who stays up with you until three in the morning talking about what you want for yourselves, who genuinely laughs at your puns and memes everyone else finds corny, and who tells you he’s enjoying himself in his job because finally, he gets to act like a Disney prince.

So when you find yourself only falling for Taehyung deeper, getting over him becomes the last resort in your to-do list. You start to let yourself get ahead of you and assume that maybe, just maybe, there is a chance Taehyung likes you back. Or else he wouldn’t do all those things with you with his stare lingering on your face, and his hand brushing against your own on multiple occasions you swear are not conjured up by your lovesick heart. Right?

With the Halloween season closing in and your part-time contracts at the carnival nearing its end, you are compelled to finally make a move on Taehyung. The carnival is the only place where your social and visual gap matters the least. You’re going to get an answer from him before this perfect chance expires. All you have to do now is have courage for the things you’re about to do and you pray that this time, the universe lets you successfully fake it ‘til you make it.

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Plan 1: The Makeover Montage

You’ve watched enough Romcom films to know that a good makeover montage creates an obvious statement that a woman is about to claim her man. And so, you started making your wallet cry and your fingers ache by splurging on cosmetic brands and watching YouTube makeup tutorials. You’re proud of yourself when by the time Monday rolls in, you are confident you can pull off the cat wing and coral peach color scheme you learnt in exchange of sleep-deprived nights.

You wait by your locker and glance at your watch. 7:48 A.M. Great, just in time. You look down on your outfit: a white ruffled blouse tucked in a pink and yellow plaid skirt. Spending three hours planning today’s outfit was totally worth it, you mentally pat yourself.

Three minutes pass and then the bell chimes. You stand up straight and crane your neck to look for your target. Amy from History, Dave from Economics, Amanda from the College Secretary’s Office, Jimin from Arts and the Enchanted Carnival–There! Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung catches your eye and waves at you. He whispers something to Jimin before he bounds toward you. “Hi, Y/N. Didn’t know you’re an early bird now. I thought your first class today is later at eleven thirty?”

“U-um, I have so-something to pass to Ms. Terry at the Department of Arts and Communication,” you laugh awkwardly.

“Oh is that so? Wait,” Taehyung looks at you, eyes wide. “Is it a homework I may have forgotten to do at home?”

“N-no! There’s no homework! It’s just uh–a follow-up on a project!”

“A project? Did Ms. Terry announce any project? I’m sorry, I’m just confused because we take her class together and–”

“It’s a personal project!” you interject with a grin. “I…uh, I’ve been working on it since last month. I forgot to tell you about it, but it’s not much, just a collection of…news clippings.”

“News clippings, hmm, that sounds interesting. Tell me about it at lunch, I will go ahead now to my first period,” Taehyung steps back and makes a salute, his alternative of a goodbye wave to you. “Good luck with your project!”

“Wa-wait, Tae!”

Taehyung halts in his steps and looks at you. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“I–uh, did you notice anything new today?”

“New?” Tehyung tilts his head. “Is it a new promo for the diner we frequent?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Umm,” Taehyung bites his lip, “is it a new movie you sent to me in our Discord?”

“Uh, also no. And, I will gush about a movie first to you in person before I send it to our Discord.”

“Oh, right,” Taehyung chuckles. “Is it a new book then?”

“No.”

“New supplies in the bookstore you love?”

“No.”

“A new flavor of coffee in the vending machine?”

“No.

“A new–”

“Goddamn it, Taehyung, you know what, just go to your class,” you purse your lips and Taehyung gawks at you.

“W-why? Did I say something wrong, Y/N?”

“No, it’s just, you’re so obliviou–UGH!”

“‘Obliviou-ugh?’” Taehyung looks more confused than ever he’s been in his life.

You take in deep breath and take it as a signal for you to retreat. “Don’t mind me it’s just my mood swing!” you holler as you turn your back and walk fast to the exit. Following-up with a faint “See you later!” to the bewildered boy by the time you step out the hallway.

After what happened today, you guess Taehyung won’t easily notice your makeover with just one encounter. You decided to keep it consistent for the rest of the week, waking up earlier to curl your hair and apply makeup before going to your classes. And every day you kept trying something new – a change of shade in the lip gloss, a swipe of a bolder eye shadow, a shift from preppy to sophisticated clothing styles–Taehyung still fails to notice anything. Even when you turn up for your shift in the carnival with full-on makeup for the very first time, Taehyung just passes you by with his usual demeanor.

“Hi, Y/N!”

“Hi Tae!” You cringe at how chirpy you sound. “Umm, you look exceptionally good today!”

“Yeah?” Taehyung looks at his clothes, the same Howl costume he always wears in his shift. “Well, I look like this everytime in my shift so thanks?”

“But, have you noticed anything new today?” you bat your mascara-laden lashes for emphasis.

“New?” Taehyung leans closer to you and this time you feel your heart pounding in suspense. Of course he’ll notice it now, you never wear this much makeup at work–

“Oh, your ID lace!” Taehyung snaps his fingers, grinning. “Right, you changed your ID lace, how can I miss out on it? You always complain about the neon orange you used to have and now it’s black just like how you always want.”

You balk at him. “Uhh, it’s still the ones provided by the staff. They just changed the color.”

“Yeah, isn’t that great? You’ve always wanted a black ID lace! Remember when you used to tell me you’re gonna file a petition to change the neon orange lace to black? It’s finally black!” Taehyung claps you on the back and then makes his signature salute. “See ya later at lunch Y/N. And congrats to the ID lace!”

You poke your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. You’ve done such a good job perfecting your makeup and all he notices is just your ID lace?! What the motherfucking–

Okay, maybe Taehyung doesn’t get makeover montages. You cross Plan 1 out and step up to Plan 2.

Plan 2: The Assertive Approach

If Taehyung can’t notice physical changes, maybe this time, he can notice behavioral changes. In the films you have watched, you’ve seen countless protagonists be successful in catching the eye of their love interests by changing their flirting style. You’ve always dreamt of becoming like Julia Roberts in her hit romance films: confident, bold, and unafraid to make the first move. So this time, you get to finally be the woman of your dreams and you hope she can also entice the man inside your heart.

You started your metamorphosis by sitting closer to Taehyung during lectures, leaning closely to him whenever he’s talking with you, closing the space between your faces with a mere inch of breath. You also let your hands do the speaking for you whenever you walk home from work, masking the frequent brushing of your fingers against his, an obvious open invitation for him to hold your hand, seemingly accidental. But whatever you do, Taehyung still can’t get any hint. He’ll just smile at you and proceed to what he’s doing without even a waver in his tone.

Fueled with desperation, you decide to cross the boundary from subtle to blatant assertion in your lunch break with Taehyung.

“Today’s a pretty beat day,” Taehyung remarks, taking off his sweaty cape. “Some teens decided to not go with the usual flow of the booth and visit the stops in reverse. I felt sorry for Jimin. He looked so stressed manhandling each teen out of the booth and giving them a stricter run-over of the booth’s rules.”

“Yeah?” You slide closer next to his seat and cross your legs. “Then what about you, did the teens made fun of you? I heard from Seokjin that Lisa almost broke down when they poked around her unicorn costume.”

“I’m glad I’m the last stop. Jimin already entered the booth when the kids made the ruckus at Lisa’s stop.” Taehyung sighs, running his hand through his damp fringes. “I couldn’t imagine myself dealing with such troublesome people. If I were in Lisa’s place, I would have already been screaming at them for being bastards at such a young age. It’s a relief, it didn’t happen. I would have lost this job.”

“I’m glad, too, you didn’t get hurt.” You lean towards him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him stiffen in his seat and you smile. “I would have been so worried, you know. I don’t know what I will do,” you grab his hand, intertwine it with yours, and look up at him, “if I don’t see you around here anymore.”

“Really?” Taehyung turns to you and you nod. He smiles. “Thanks, Y/N, for your concern. I would feel the same if you were to experience that. Oh, we should probably eat now, our food’s getting cold.” Taehyung immediately detaches his fingers from yours, leaving you gaping in your seat.

Your lunch proceeds like usual and the awkward hand-holding you pulled off was never brought up again. Like Plan 1, you kept Plan 2 consistent for the week. However, Taehyung still remains painfully oblivious.

Plan 2 is unsuccessful so you cross it out and decide it’s time to take your game to the full notch.

Plan 3: The Vixen’s Touch

If Taehyung can’t recognize physical and behavioral changes, he cannot miss out on a temptation handed over on a silver platter. Plan 3 is the ultimate overkill. No one can resist the seductive vixen. You already braved through doing a Julia-Roberts-character. Going for the longest mile with Megan Fox shouldn’t be a problem. This is probably just your ego talking but you’re not gonna let the smallest bit of shame creep in to you now. Not now, when you’re putting all your cards on the table for Taehyung’s heart. This is all or nothing.

You see, the Vixen’s Touch is the epitome of all Romcoms’ super power move. Just one scene is enough to turn the tables around and let the heroine achieve whatever outcome she desires. However, such great power comes numerous setbacks. One can only do a vixen move once and never more because if it’s overdone, it will lose it’s mystery, charm, and power–everything that makes it an effective Romcom move. So, you planned your Vixen Touch meticulously.

You can’t do a Megan-Fox-move at school because you’ll attract too much attention, especially with Taehyung who’s already at the spotlight of social interactions. Instead, you will pull it off in the carnival, where you can have your crush all to yourself without worrying about ambitious bitches intruding your scenario. You’ll enter the Fairy Tale booth during your break time and sneak to the backstage from the “Authorized Personnel Only” door on the left of the second stop. From there, you will do Lisa’s advice to take a right turn and then a left. It will lead to a connecting hallway that ends with the red curtains behind the Princess’ Castle. There, you’ll surprise Taehyung, who’s waiting for the princess’ cue, with a tingling touch against his spine and a sexy and breathy, “Hi, Tae.” Taehyung will be shocked and you’ll close the gap between the two of you. With the dark setting and the seemingly scandalous set-up, the thrilling mood will compel you to lean towards him and he will close his eyes and interlock his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. If you make it fast to the connecting hallway, you will have enough alone time with Taehyung before the batch of people even reaches the third stop from the princess’ castle. You grin to yourself. Your plan has never been this perfect.

Weekdays pass with you continuing your Assertive Approach. Taehyung’s still clueless, making the transition to Plan 3 much more thrilling. When Saturday finally rolls in, you set your game-est face on.

It’s a week before Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party, which means the management is lenient on the part-timers’ work uniforms. After all, you only have one week left before you end your contracts. And so, you pull out your fanciest casual outfit–a little red dress with off-shoulder sleeves, partnered with fishnet stockings that go well with your black combat boots. You also perfected your makeup: eyebrows on-fleek, cat wings on-point, deep brown smoky eyes, and blood-red lips. To top off your look, you put on a thin, black choker. You smile at yourself. You did a good job making yourself look hot. You know it’s not just your ego talking because when you arrive at the ticket booth, Jimin compliments your look.

“Yo, Y/N, I never knew you could look this pretty,” Jimin grins at you.

"You also look good today,“ you return, taking note of how well his striped buttondown fits his frame. “I didn’t know today is leg day,” you add, admiring how his ripped jeans accentuate his legs you never knew were this muscular.

Jimin smiles, “Say it for yourself, Y/N. You look a solid twelve.” He rocks on the balls of his feet back and forth. “I guess the management did a good job letting us wear our casual clothes. You don’t know how bad I wanted to take off our horrendous uniform whenever we work.”

“That’s…highly inappropriate but I guess you do you,” you point finger guns at him. Jimin chuckles and waves goodbye to you, heading for the Fairy Tale booth. You seat yourself in your work station. Today’s a good start. You hope your luck continues until break time.

Lunch passes by and so far everything’s a breeze. You haven’t seen Taehyung today, probably caught up with the kids who frequent his booth in large batches as Halloween approaches close. Nevertheless, it’s good news. Your surprise will totally knock him off his feet.

The clock chimes two. Seokjin comes over and takes over the ticket booth as you take your break. It’s show time.

Just like your plan, you head for the Fairy Tale booth in quick strides. Lisa manages the entrance to their booth today and she lets you in without any ado, already used to you and Taehyung crossing to and fro your respective booths. Greeting Val, the Elfen soldier of the first stop and Yeji, the mermaid from the second stop, you head for the “Authorized Personnel Only” door and push it open. It leads to a darkly-lit hallway with a heavily carpeted flooring. You follow Lisa’s tips, taking a right turn and a left. True to her word, the connecting hallway ends with the thick red curtains. And there in the corner, is your dream man facing the curtains and waiting for his signal. You don’t hear any clamor of people nearing the Princess’ Castle, even the faintest of chatter inaudible. You thank the universe for this luck. You made it in time.

The seconds seem to slow down into minutes as you stepped closer to Taehyung. Your heart pounds loud and fast against your ears. This is it. You’ll finally make Taehyung realize you have your heart laid out for him. And if you’re lucky, he will also give his to you today.

With a mere foot left between you two, you reach out for him.

“Hey, Taehyung–”

“What the fuck–”

Everything happens too fast. Instead of Taehyung’s surprised face, a hard punch straight to your nose is what greets you. Intense pain spreads over your senses and you reel over, feeling your entire face on fire.

"Oh my fucking, God, I’m sorry! Oh my God, Y/N, I didn’t see you–are you alright?!“ Taehyung catches your arms as you stagger backwards, pulling you to your feet to prevent you from falling.

You nod and waved dismiss-ally to his panicked state.

Just right then, you feel something wet trickle down your lips.

"Oh my God, Y/N, you’re bleeding!” Taehyung screams and he immediately leads you to a chair propped on the corner. He frantically pulls out tissues on the table nearby and dabs the wetness that seeps on your skin. “Shit, what are you even doing here?! I thought you were a ghost, I’m so sorry I punched you!”

You’re too dazed to register everything that has happened and your lack of response causes Taehyung to panic more.

"Fuck, Y/N, I’m so, so, sorry! Oh my God, this is all my fault. Just sit right there, I’ll call for help!“ Taehyung rushes to the end of the hallway and you hear him scream for Jimin. Pounding footsteps follow and then it’s not just Taehyung fussing over you, but also Jimin.

"Do you think it’s broken?” Taehyung asks Jimin, voice trembling.

"I don’t think so. She’s not bleeding that much. Taehyung, relax, I already called for first aid–”

"How can I relax when Y/N’s in pain?! Which I inflicted on her! You know what, let’s call the ambulance!–”

This is not what you planned for. This is not how you imagined you will spend your last shift at the carnival with Taehyung.

Wetness trickles down your cheeks and before Taehyung can rush over and wipe your tears away, the Carnival’s first aid team has already barged in and crowded over you.

You were led to the small clinic of the carnival where you were given a tissue to stick in your nose. The physician told you your nose was luckily not broken and your body has just undergone shock. Once the bleeding has stopped, you’re good to go. Seokjin also called you he already informed your boss about what happened, telling you he’ll take over your shift and you’re now free to go home. The next few minutes pass in silence and you sink further onto the foldable bed. However, the universe decides it’s not yet done fucking up your day when the door opens with a loud bang and there stands Taehyung, huffing and drenched in sweat.

"I’m sorry I only got here now. Boss scolded me for what I did to you,“ Taehyung sighs deeply as he sits on the chair next to you, leaning his elbows on your bed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. All of this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t overreact.”

"I-it’s okay, Tae. You didn’t know I was there.“

"What are you even doing at our booth? Much more creeping in the dark?”

You bit your lip and look away. “It’s my break, it’s just,” you sigh, “I thought of surprising you today and well, it didn’t go as well as I planned it.”

"Plan? For what? Is there something we’re supposed to celebrate today?“

You turn back to Taehyung and meet his eyes. His eyes are focused on your face, waiting for your answer.

Well, maybe not all Romcom cliches work just like how they appear to be in movies. Maybe not all romantic gestures need to be grand in order to convey the sincerity of one’s feelings. Maybe it could be as simple like this– two people staring at each other in a clinic, uncaring of the world happening beyond your little bubble.

And as you stare at Taehyung’s face and see the reflection of yourself through his eyes, confused and tired, you decide it’s time for you to finally say it. No more orchestrated pretenses. No more intricate plans.

"Today is our last day in our work and I wanted to surprise you by finally being true to my feelings. I no longer look at you as a friend, Taehyung. I’m in love with you.”

Taehyung doesn’t reply. He just stares at you. You slowly feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs, and it’s not just because of your stuffed nostril. Another beat of silence passes and then Taehyung’s face falls as he gapes at you, confused, shocked, and for a moment you see disappointment flash across his face. “W-what? Y/N, when did you-I, I don’t know what to say, I-why now?”

You bite your lip, feeling the tears well in your eyes. “Why not now, Taehyung?”

"Because–” Taehyung sighs and he purses his lips, dragging a hand over his face. “Y/N, you’re my friend, but I–”

"You know what, Taehyung, I get it,“ you turn your back on him, tasting blood on your lips from biting too hard to keep the tears at bay. You won’t cry because of him and in front of him at the same time. He doesn’t get to see you this weak. “You can leave me now.”

"But, Y/N, I–”

"Does punching me in the face not enough for you?! Just leave!“

You hear Taehyung sigh. The mattress of the bed puffs up again as the weight leaves. A faint “I’m sorry” resounds in the stifling silence. When the door closes with a soft click, the tears finally fall.

You stifle your broken sobs on your pillow.

***

You’re back in your old cycle: Eat, sleep, study, and lie low at the background. You steered clear from Taehyung in your classes, seating far away from your usual seat. You neither stopped by his locker in the mornings, nor waited for him in front of your own locker for lunch. You even went as far as avoiding your common friends, the thought of people asking about what happened between you and Taehyung makes you reel back to the embarrassment and disappointment of that day.

As much as you wanted to hate Taehyung, you find it hard to admit that every single thing that has gone wrong points back to you. You assuming anything more than what you already have with him, you doing outrageously unnecessary things for him, you bending yourself backwards in your desperation for him – it has always been yourself.

You tried to stay as identical to the background as you can be, away from Taehyung and anything that is associated with him. Because as much as you feel like an empty vessel for every single day, you cannot find it in yourself to erase Taehyung from your mind. Even when his last words with you kept on re-opening the wounds you’ve been trying hard to stitch back together. And, you can’t have that. You can’t run back to him and let him kick you back to the curb. It’s time for you to learn your lesson.

But no matter how successful you were the past days in running from Taehyung, you know you cannot avoid him forever. Especially when Enchanted Carnival has required the part-timers to attend their annual Halloween Party tomorrow, arranged by their permanent staff. After all, it’s the day you’ll terminate your contract and receive your last salary for your job.

You have never sorely regretted your past decisions like this before. You’re love-fool state of mind back then has induced you to buy an expensive costume. A fancy dress that has a carnation pink rayon bodice and full skirt, layered with delicate purple cotton voilewhich looks like soft rose petals that perfectly cinch the waist. It has long, glittered see-through sleeves that ruffle at the end of your arm, and it is adorned with golden intricate curvilinear details that go around the bust area and matches the golden flower belt on the waist. It even came with a faux golden crown with a short pink veil attached to the back. Yes, you fucking bought a princess bride costume just to match with Taehyung’s usual work attire because of course, Taehyung will come looking like a Disney prince. And now that everything you planned has gone downhill, the excitement is over and the only thing you feel is bitterness and a desperate wish to get things done and over with.

You reached the carnival at seven and by that time, the party is in full swing. Enchanted Carnival looks like a cirque-esque other-world. Small Jack o’ Lanterns replaced the usual light bulbs to light the carnival in an alluring tangerine glow. Signboards of “Happy Halloweens” range from small cutouts that hung from the poles, to gigantic illustrations pasted right on the walls of the some stalls. Pumpkin and ghost-shaped candies were sold at almost every corner and the people that pass by, carnival staff or not, embody the fantasy and surrealism of the carnival. You’ve seen pirates, sirens, faeries, and even witty realistic horror such as Jung Hoseok, the roller coaster attendant, wearing casual jeans and shirt with electric bills pasted on his chest and back.

“Hey, Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.” You look to your left and see Lisa in a No Face costume. Seokjin follows close behind, dressed like Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

“Uh, yeah–I mean,” you clear your throat “how can I not come when I get to be paid at the end of the night?”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit,” Seokjin chuckles. “The salary is my only motivation when I lost a bet to Yeji and agreed to dress like…this.”

“Hey, Sokka’s not bad!” Lisa frowns. “Avatar: The Last Airbender is the best show ever and Sokka’s like a perfect ten.”

“Yeah, but it would have been better if you know,” Seokjin huffs, “I get to be Toph. So I can finally un-see Hoseok’s stupid’s antics, especially his dumb electric-bill costume tonight. It doesn’t get to be low-cost, witty, and funny all at the same time. It’s unfair.”

You laugh, feeling your jaw hurt a little from smiling so wide. It’s been a while since you smiled, with the past days spent crying and moping around in your room. You’re grateful for Lisa and Seokjin who tried to cheer you up throughout the night, distracting you from thoughts that revolve around Taehyung by pulling you into ride after ride, playing games in stall after stall, and stuffing your mouths with delicious treats.

You were having the best night of your life, until you find your group stopping in front of a booth – The 13th House.

You turn to Lisa. “Hey, you didn’t tell me a horror booth is included in our itinerary.”

“Because I don’t need to,” Lisa grins. “Horror booths are a classic! How can Halloween be Halloween without some spook?”

“Right, and relax Y/N,” Seokjin says, “It’s not like we’re gonna leave you. And trust me, it’s not that scary. I already visited this booth to prank Jungkook. Too bad I was unsuccessful that time with Jungkook already immune to jumpscares from manning the effects and all.”

Except it is scary. The 13th House is the only booth you didn’t dare to visit during your entire work period. Your remember how your legs turned to jelly the first time you saw its front: An old gothic mansion with dilapidated walls and broken windows, its wooden main door covered in bloody handprints, and its gray, dry lawn surrounded by amputated body parts. You know all of it were just manmade but it doesn’t lessen the creeps you get when every detail and props are fashioned too realistically.

Nevertheless, you went along with Lisa and Seokjin and get your ticket-bracelets scanned by the booth marshal. Even if you feel like running away the moment you hear the loud, sinister creak of the main door when you start for the first stop, you stood your ground and wear your big girl game face on. It’s your last night in the carnival, might as well do everything you were never able to do before.

The first half of your trip in the booth were somehow a smooth ride. Although you almost jumped at the scream of the bloody Victorian bride from the first stop, almost backed out on the second stop because of the swinging headless knight, and almost cried on the spot because of the wailing man with its guts ripped apart from the third stop, you’re still far from getting scared out of your wits.

That is, until you reach the middle stop.

The fourth stop required you to do an easy escape-room task with a ghost kid guiding you through a fake Ouija board session. You quickly finished the activity and the wooden walls shifted to reveal a small passageway with thick hanging cobwebs. Lisa leads the way and you find yourself gripping her hand and Seokjin’s tighter as you enter a dark hallway lit only by torches fastened to gray, blood-splattered walls.

And then, out of nowhere, foreign hands cover your eyes. You scream and thrash around but your suffering is only momentary when you find yourself back in the hallway with no looming figures behind your back. Okay, maybe it’s just part of the booth experience–Wait. Where’s Lisa and Seokjin?

“Lisa! Seokjin!” You call for your friends’s names. They were just with you earlier. You were holding their hands for Christ’s sake! “Where are you, guys?! This is NOT funny!” You bite your lip and wring your hands in anxiety. “Guys, I swear to God, this is not fun–”

The lights of the torches flicker. The background music starts to grow louder, and eerier as it now plays with Latin incantations. And then there’s a loud bang.

The lights were blown out. The blood-splattered designs on the walls turn neon. And, the rest of the hallway goes complete dark-out.

“Holy shit!” You run, straight ahead. Heart pounding loud on your ears, you don’t think anymore and just run. Surely, there will be some end to this hallway, right?

Except there’s none, because a forked path greets you just right when you thought the hallway is getting too long. The two paths stare at you, the neon designs on their walls starts to get disturbing with child-like drawings of disfigured people and morbid beasts.

You slump on the ground. This is a complete nightmare. You wish you didn’t go with Lisa and Seokjin. You wish you didn’t let your loneliness get to you and spent the whole week crying about your crush who doesn’t like you. Because now you’re trapped in this hellish booth and you’re gonna die alone and pathetic. You didn’t even get to experience at least the “moving on” happy ending alternative of Romcom films. You didn’t –

Just right then, there’s a flash of light from the end of the left path. A second later, a voice echoes loud. You didn’t understand a word from the echo. Hell, you’re not even sure if it’s from a human. But at least it seems to have a light that is nothing part of 13th House’s props. Before thinking twice, you’re already running toward the direction of the light. You run and run and never dared to stop. The light’s getting near, you’re gonna get help soon! You won’t have to die alone because you’re gonna get out of here and–

Light blinds you.

"Ahh!“

"What the fuck-! I’m sorry!”

You feel the light on your face dim down. And the moment you bring down your raised hands, you can’t seem to speak.

"YN?“

Taehyung stands in front of you, flashlight in hand, and looking handsome as always. But, it’s not his presence that makes your heart still. Enchanted Carnival’s purple polo shirt, generic black slacks, and the silly headband with blue rabbit ears atop his head–Taehyung’s wearing the carnival’s ticket booth uniform.

And Taehyung’s jaw is ajar seemingly for all the same reason. Pink princess gown and glittering princess crown–you were an open book to him now.

"You…you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

All of a sudden, everything that has happened in the last weeks comes back to you and you feel your eyes stinging with tears as the dam of bitterness floods your chest. “I bet you tell everyone that,” you scoff, “since you’re such a disgusting flirt.”

Taehyung’s mouth hangs in shock, “Di-disgusting flirt? You’re the only one I told you that!”

You stand back to your feet and meet his eyes with a steely glare. “I find it hard to believe that, Kim. Especially your type of guys.”

Your eyes seem to do tricks to you when you see Taehyung wince at your tone, but that wasn’t for long because Taehyung now sounds defensive. "What are my type of guys?“

You scowled. "The type who leads on girls and cruelly rejects them after they’re done playing with them.”

"What rejection are you talking about? I did not reject you! How could you-“

"What else could your reaction mean when I told you I love you?!”

"I was trying to move on from you, okay!“ Taehyung screams. "And that day, you just–dropped the bomb like that. How do you expect me to react huh? Especially, when I fucking spent one year trying to make you realize I see you more than as a friend and you just ignore me as if my feelings don’t matter to you. And then, when I finally decide to move on from you, you act weird for a couple of weeks. And out of nowhere you’re telling me you love me. How can I even react properly? You didn’t even wait for me to process things,” Taehyung’s voice breaks, “You just up and go and shut me out!”

"W-what?“

"I liked you, Y/N. For so long. And you never turned my way–you wave off my advances as if they mean nothing to you, you keep on setting me up with other girls, and you run away from me whenever I so much glance at you. You don’t even let me see you properly when we’re at school. You hide from me and run away as if you’re gonna die just by being with me. And last week, you’re suddenly telling me you love me? So, how can I be a disgusting flirt when you’re the one who’s sending me mixed signals?!”

"Mixed signals?“ you frown. "For the past year I’ve been your friend Tae, I tried to love you in my own way. I stayed up late with you as you told me all your problems. I’ve been there with you in whatever shenanigans you thought of. I spent almost every break I fucking have with you talking about whatever we want. They are blatant signals, Taehyung! So I’m sorry if I have to hide or run away sometimes, because if you didn’t fucking know, we don’t belong in the same world.”

“What do you mean we don’t belong in the same world? Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re not an alien–”

“In your world, I am! In your world, you are the star, the life of the party. People who belong in your world live their fucking fantastic lives as the star of their own stories. They achieve their dreams, they get whatever they want, people look up at them for being so great. But, people like me? We spend our fucking lives looking into your world from the outside. Pathetic side characters of their own pathetic lives. People just pass us by, some even run over us. No one even remembers our fucking name. So, even if these don’t matter when I look at you, I can only love you from afar because people will look at us and all these shits will come back for me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung huffs, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. “There are no worlds separating you from me because people are just different! And these differences cannot dictate who should belong with who because guess what? We’re the only ones who can let other people in or out of their lives. So can you just stop for a second and see that there’s nothing that actually separates you from me? I thought you would already know this by now since we’ve been friends for so long.”

You feel tears blurring your eyes and you look away from him. “But still, that’s not enough to explain all the shits that’s happened this past week. Okay, we may be different and I tried to express my feelings in my own way. But I tried to change it up, Tae. I worked so hard to pattern my advances to every Romcom clichés and of course they all went wrong when it came to you.”

“W-wrong? Y/N, what Romcom cliches–”

“The cheesiest Romcom clichés!” You snap. “You know, the makeover montage, the Julia Roberts’ Assertive Approach, the Megan Fox Vixen Touch. You were telling me how oblivious I were to your advances but you never fucking noticed how I changed up my advances just for you. You ignored how I dressed up pretty-to-the-tip for you. Even after I came to you and blatantly asked you if you noticed something new. You don’t take the cue when I freaking hand over my feelings for you in a silver platter. Hell, you even punched me in the face when I tried to be sexy!”

“God, can you let it go? I already said I’m sorry!” Taehyung huffs and you look down on your feet. Taehyung sighs, “I was trying to move on from you during those weeks you’ve acted really, really weird. So obviously, I will be very confused. Secondly, Y/N,” Taehyung sighs, “Romcom clichés are called like that because they only happen and work the way they are portrayed to work, in Romcoms. Romcom is a film genre. Sure, they may reflect some aspects of reality, but Y/N, they are planned out, manipulated in a controlled environment. They’re not your life. Life doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m sorry, I just–” you bite your lip but it’s not enough to prevent a tear slip from your eyes. “This is my first time feeling like this and I don’t know what to do. I absolutely have no fucking idea what I should do next and I–I’m just so sorry for dragging these shits up and made our lives messier than it should be. I’m sorry for probably making you feel guilty about yourself for this past week I ignored you like the plague. I’m sorry for being so stupid, I just–I’m so sorry, Tae!” your voice breaks at the end and before you know it, your tears have already consumed you to the ground.

"Oh shit Y/N, don’t cry.” Taehyung panics as he kneels next to you. You shield your face from him with your hands, but Taehyung pries them away and cups your face in his large, warm hands. You feel the pads of his fingers wipe away your tears and when you look up at him, Taehyung’s face is too close to yours. Too close that you can practically see the deep, dark circles under his eyes despite the darkness. The thought that you caused him this made you tear up more.

Taehyung goes frantic. “Y/N, do-don’t cry. Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry–”

“C-can you just h-hug me?”

“O-okay,” Taehyung hesitantly loops his arms around your shaking frame. “Thi-this is fine with me.”

You close your eyes and lean on your friend’s chest. You don’t care if Taehyung’s shirt get wet with your tears. He’s partly at fault for making you cry. But still, you squeak out a muffled. “Thank you, Tae.”

Taehyung hums. “It’s okay.”

Amid this night’s horror and breakdown, silence, for the first time in a while, envelops you in comfort. Even with no words, Taehyung easily dries away the tears. He just pats your back and rubs soothing circles on your tensed muscles, leaning closer to you when you hug him tighter.

“I hate fighting with you, Tae.”

Taehyung turns his head closer to yours. “Are we already fighting?”

“W-well yeah,” you hiccup. “Somehow.”

“Okay…Next time we’ll understand each other better so we don’t need to have unnecessary fights like this, okay?”

“Okay,” you mutter. You sink deeper into Taehyung’s arms and he holds you tighter in his embrace.

Even if you can’t see his face, you know Taehyung’s smiling.

It doesn’t take long for your sobs to die down that you’re now slowly disentangling yourself from him.

“Are you okay now?”

“Y-yeah. Thank you.” You lean your back against the wall and Taehyung sits next to you. You look at him and he smiles at you. For a moment you stay like that, staring into his eyes, falling deep in the little world you’re sharing with him. And then, it hits you. Taehyung’s still here. Even after you blurt out every insecurity and self-doubt you have that others may find petty and invaluable, Taehyung’s still here. Even after he voiced out his disappointment of you and things you’ve done him wrong, Taehyung hasn’t walked out. He didn’t run away, he didn’t leave you. Taehyung stayed.

And so, you take the cue the universe is giving you and put all your cards on the table again. You cross your fingers as you ask the question that has plagued your mind ever since Taehyung confessed he has long liked you. "Tae, Ha-have you already moved on from me?”

Taehyung sighs and for a second, you don’t breathe. But, you don’t have to hold it for long because when Taehyung looks at you again, a soft smile is on his face. “Unfortunately, no. Because even after all the shits you put me through, you still occupy my heart–and mind.”

“S-so, can I kiss you?”

“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, but, ye-yeah you can kiss me. Anything for you, Y/N.”

You close your eyes and lean forward. Your lips meet his in a soft peck and everything suddenly stops. You don’t feel the perspiration on your back from all the running in the booth. You don’t think about the dust and dirt soiling your dress. All you could feel was Taehyung’s soft lips. All you could taste is the sweetness from the crumbs of cherry tart left on his lips. All that fills you nose is Taehyung’s smell that’s so naturally his and his ocean mist spray you gifted him on his birthday. All you could hear is the loud pounding of your heart, and even with your eyes closed, Taehyung’s face is all you could see. And, you can’t think of anything but Taehyung–him and him alone.

The world suddenly moves again when Taehyung leans deeper and interlocks his lips with yours. You immediately let your heart take over. You mold yourself closer to him, kissing him with every ardor you’ve kept locked in yourself for so long. You fist his shirt and Taehyung caresses your cheeks and puts his hand on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper. You loop your arms around his neck and return the vigor of his kiss. Teeth bumping, fingers reaching and clutching onto anything, sloppy interlocking of lips–you don’t care. Even if you have your first kiss in a gloomy, creepy horror booth, nothing else mattered but the boy in front of you. Taehyung’s here and he’s finally in your arms. You don’t have to long for him from afar anymore because now he’s here with you and he’s not leaving you. He’s finally yours.

The same thought probably runs into Taehyung as you feel him grin into your lips before kissing you again. And even when the creepy background music of the booth starts again, you can only focus on the gentle way Taehyung’s thumbs coursed over your cheeks while tenderly pecks your lips as your kiss comes into a close.

As you draw back a little to look at your friend, your crush, and now your lover, Kim Taehyung, in the hideous purple uniform you used to wear in the ticket booth with silly rabbit ears perched atop his hazel locks, you can’t help but smile. Taehyung may be the center of the world while you watch him from the side, but at the end of the day, he’s right. You’re just two people who are happy being with each other. There’s no boundaries, no walls separating him from you and you from him. You just have to see him for what he is and take the leap. You don’t need to re-enact Romcom clichés just to bring him towards you because he’s never been away from you from the start.

Taehyung leans his forehead on yours and smiles. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve waited for so long for this.”

“Me too,” you grin, “And, I love you too, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles and presses another peck on your lips.

Just right then, you can feel a vibrant white light on your face.

“Yo, lovebirds, are you finally together?”

You turn to the direction of the voice and it’s Jimin. Behind him are Lisa and Seokjin, walking from the right pathway while making kissy faces at you.

It all clicks in: Lisa and Seokjin hanging out with you, leading you to the 13th House, and disappearing like smoke the moment you reached the longest hallway of the booth. It’s to get you alone with Taehyung and finally talk everything out before you leave your part-time jobs.

You frown at your friends. But, before you can voice out how can they just up and leave you like that, Taehyung beats you to it.

“Jimin, you bastard! You pushed me towards the backstage passageway, shoved a flashlight into my hand, and just left me in the middle of this fucking scary booth. Is this how you treat your best bud?!”

Jimin laughs. “But at least you got the girl!”

“Yeah,” Lisa says. “Watching you two stupidly tiptoe around each other for so long started to make me sick.”

“And we know you two can’t sort out your stupidity alone, so we decided to give you a little push.” Seokjin looks at Taehyung. “Quite literally in your case.”

Taehyung scowls and opens his mouth but Jimin cuts him to it.

“Thank me later, lover boy. It’s time we get out of this booth. Jungkook’s gonna piss me out for practically renting the 4th stop without paying.” Jimin heads to the right path where he came from. “So let’s take our exit now so you two can finally ride together into the sunset.” He turns to you and Taehyung and smirks, “Well, literally and figuratively.”

Taehung attempts to hit him but Jimin scampers away and hollers, “You’re welcome, bro. And you too, Y/N!” Lisa and Seokjin laugh as they follow Jimin, leaving you and Taehyung walking at the back.

Taehyung turns to you. “So…are you free tomorrow? I realized I haven’t taken you to a date yet. Like, a date date”

“Yeah, I’m free. But, where will we go?”

Taehyung rubs his nape. “Well, I don’t know yet…I’m sorry I asked you when I don’t have any plans yet, I just want to be with you tomorrow–”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “We can meet at the carnival, then.”

“The carnival?”

“Yeah. Not as the prince and the ticketbooth attendant or vice versa. Just Taehyung and Y/N.”

Taehyung smiles. “I would like that. Pick you up at your house on five?”

“That’s alright with me,” you lean into his arm and look up at him, “boyfriend.”

Taehyung blushes and you giggle. You let him hold your hand as you make your way out of the horror booth to spend the rest of Enchanted Carnival’s Halloween Party with a salary waiting for you, happy and giddy, and most importantly, in love.

In every success story, there is a ninety percent probability you will hear “Fake it ‘til you make it.” Sometimes, it worked out for you, but most of the time, it didn’t. Like how you tried to use this tactic to get your crush to like you, your plans don’t usually go the way you expect them. But it’s okay, because life doesn’t work that way. It took you stressful planning days, frustrating reactions, and tearful nights for you to realize that life is not always a stage where people can just “fake” everything ‘til the script is fulfilled. Roles can be changed and mistakes can happen. What’s important is: You may have not “fake it ‘til you make it,” but at least you worked for it ‘til you made it.

A/N pt. 2 | I wrote this fic after having a massive eureka moment and I haven’t edited this out yet because it’s 2 A.M. and we die like brave men here. Anyway, planning this story was really a challenge! This is the first time I tried this AU so I researched stuff and had to like, fix and re-fix some of my plot points as I write through. Second, I wanted to incorporate the adorable prompt in a completely unexpected way so I hope it did what I intended for it to do. Also, I enjoyed making up the names of the Romcom clichés OC used. They are literal Romcom clichés but I can’t find what they’re officially called (aside from Makeover Montage) so I just made the rest up AHHAHAH. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-05-19

Figured an upd8 was coming, it’s felt like enough time has passed for one.

Huh, looking at my last post I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to play through Pesterquest sometime... work is busy and stressing me out a bit, I’m not sure when I’ll have the energy on the side to do that. (Maybe I’ll livetweet it like I did Undertale a while ago, but this time not looking at my twitter replies so I don’t get spoiled by One Guy™?)

Also, including bonus commentary on A Threat Sensed.

Okay, going in completely blind. I’d guessed from context that we’re hopping over to Meat side to get a chapter there before we can come back to actually see Yiffy?

Yep. Okay, what is this about exactly?

(Agh, dammit, I’ve been copying and pasting so much at work remoting into Windows lately that now I’m automatically trying to hit control-C instead of command-C to copy.)

> CHAPTER 9. How Goes The Eulogizing, Dear?

CONTENT NOTE: This chapter contains Child Abuse.

Which one???

Wait

JANE: (Where is he?) JANE: (It's a question I've found myself asking many times in recent days.)

Holy SHIT we get two Candy chapters in a row??? So we might see her right away?? No, it’s gotta just be another tiny glimpse.

(Has two Candy chapters in a row happened before? Future Boots, scroll back up and put this here. FUTURE BOOTS: “I forgot to scroll back up and put that here.” EDIT: Also, not the first time with two in a row, but it IS the first time with THREE in a row, huh.)

So Jane has to be talking about either Tavros or Dave. --Oh, if this was a Candy Side chapter title, I guess Rose or Jade is eulogizing Dave for John?

> (==>)

JANE: (Where now is our merry savior?) JANE: (Where is the horn that was honking?) JANE: (Where is the cape and the codpiece, and the...) JANE: (The...) JANE: (Oh, fiddlesticks.)

What? Is she reading a childrens’ book? --Oh. She’s eulogizing Gamzee. So that gives us a third option, where the rebellion crashes the funeral somehow, probably audiovisually rather than in person. (Which would make sense, given Candy practically began with Gamzee crashing Dirk’s funeral.)

> (==>)

Ah never mind, she’s still writing it.

That sure is a single button drama-remote that’s going to be pressed at some point. Oh, and who the fuck keeps a spork in a pen cup??? --No no, don’t say it’s one of those pens with a spork at the eraser end, either ready-made or rubber-banded to the side. That would make sense. You totally know it isn’t that and is just a spork.

JANE: (Okay, poetry is out.) JANE: (What else?) JANE: (Hrm...) JANE: (I've always been pretty good at crying on cue.) JANE: (Could I try staging an emotional breakdown?) JANE: (That could work; playing to people's humanity.)

Why were you crying in Jake’s arms about his death if you didn’t care that much? Did you just want him to hold you and kinda make him feel in on things again? Or did you just cry yourself out about him?

JANE: (Or whatever is the more inclusive term.)

I bet the rest of Earth C figured out a more inclusive term millenia ago FUCK I accidentally added millennia to my dictionary misspelled instead of correcting it hold on--

...There, killed the entry for it. ...Huh. Take a look at my Chrome dictionary’s custom-added words over the years, apparently:

Caliborn Eridan Kanaya Matriorb Meenah Tavros alchemiter dichotomic nephilim reblogged uncaptchalogues uncaptchaloguing

That’s fun.

Okay back to reading. Millennia. Phew! Where was I.

JANE: (One really good and calculated weep could do it, I think.) JANE: (But then there's the danger that I might get carried away and do it for real.) JANE: (And I can't risk that.)

So still feeling something, just too used to calculating over the past years.

JANE: (What can I say about him that will stir up their emotions?) JANE: (Do I mention the stuff about the milk?) JANE: (Think Crocker, think.)

WHY would you-- how much did Gamzee normalize adult breastfeeding?!

JAKE: Ahoy over there!

Not the best time.

(The thing with the divorce papers from the Epilogue and John implying he was planning with Jake to execute something that sounds like a divorce... is that going to be sprung here? Did her lawyers send the divorce papers way back when she was in a fit of pique, and he just had them available to sign now at the tactical moment? Or... let me pull the exact text...)

JOHN: now, harry anderson, i know that you and tavros haven't always gotten along. JOHN: but i am going to have to ask you to try and look out for him for the time being. JOHN: your uncle jake and i... well, i'll explain later. JOHN: let's just say that gamzee isn't the only family member jane is losing today.

(So is John going to submit the papers? Or did they already go through a while ago and default custody to John or something who’s going to adopt him too or some nonsense? And did he plan this out with Jake NOW, or a while ago, and if only a while ago, is Jake going to KNOW whatever John’s about to pull in that respect is about to happen??)

> (==>)

Butte

Janepalme

> (==>)

JAKE: Er... how goes the eulogizing, dear?

Gah. I completely forgot again that capitalized-first-letter chapter names don’t mean KANAYA is saying them. That probably makes a lot more sense out of my wondering about the chapter title earlier to those of you who didn’t realize I was making that mistake.

JANE: It turns out that it's mighty difficult to find touching things to say about a person, the relationship with whom was predicated on deep-seated mutual loathing.

Hah!

--A loathing you regarded as largely more important to you than Jake ever was, by the way. You asshole.

JANE: I imagine this is one of the reasons no funerary tradition was ever established on Alternia, besides the barbarism of their culture. DIRK: Jesus christ. JANE: Not only did a significant proportion of their interpersonality depend on romance in the form of hatred, but it was a society based on cruelty and violence. JANE: What reason could they have had to provide for the dead? JANE: What kind of last rites could they have even imagined?

I wondered for a moment why (bg!)Dirk of all people would react to a single line of her starting to bring up prejudices, but then I realized that (1) Brain Ghost Dirk is a little more Jakey, and (2) Dirk knew that more ranting would follow the first line.

JANE: I can't think of anything good to write about him because deep down, I hated his guts. JANE: But he was and is beloved of the multitude, so I have to think of something regardless. JAKE: Im not sure i understand. JANE: Don't worry your pretty little head about it. JANE: This is politics, Jakey. JANE: Lying through your two front teeth about people you hate is about as good a definition as it's possible to get. JANE: But, by gum, is it tiring work.

Mm. It’s a position Jane put herself in, but it’s still a legitimate position once you’re there.

JANE: The funeral is tomorrow, after all.

Got it.

DIRK: Dude, the bowl. JAKE: Hm? JAKE: Oh, right. JANE: What is it now, Jake. JAKE: I brought something for our guest as well. JANE: You mean the prisoner. JAKE: Y...es.

Wait, bowl?

Oh god damnit which of you had the idea to feed her with a DOG BOWL. Either of you could have thought of it, and either of you would be horrible for it.

> (==>)

Huh, that outfit on Yiffy looks familiar, like a reference to something. And a black tail? This definitely isn’t quite the look I was expecting from Jade Plus Rose, but I suppose the snazzy tie is a Roseish vibe. Also reminiscent of Jade’s old Dead Shuffle dress. Formal wear and soccer cleats??

JANE: She's over in the corner. JANE: Don't worry, she won't bite. JANE: I've seen to that already.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN. I don’t see anything over her mouth! Did she stick something in it, or drug her? File her fucking teeth???

I mean I did forget the Child Abuse trigger warning to be fair. Hoping whatever would be on her mouth is just not shown in-panel yet for stylistic reasons.

> (==>)

JAKE: Its only mac and cheese, sorry. JAKE: Its all I know how to make, haha. JAKE: ... JAKE: I um... hope you can safely partake of cheese? JAKE: ... JAKE: Well, JAKE: Bon appetit.

How the fuck did Jake eat on his island then? --Oh right, preserved food cans that Grandma Jade stored up, I think I remember. Why would cheese not be a thing for them, if it’s fine for Jade? I know he’s probably not just worried about lactose intolerance.

Either way, if she’s drugged here, that’ll mean we won’t get a good idea of her for a while, so which is it...

> (==>)

DIRK: Bon appetit. DIRK: Seriously dude? JAKE: (What? Did i pronounce it wrong?) DIRK: Jake. DIRK: You put the food in a fucking dog bowl. JAKE: (It was all there was, ok???) JAKE: (I feel awful enough as it is without you getting on my case about it.)

Ah, missed the bone pun. AND, yeah, Jake, you’re a fucking idiot, you could have put it in a cup or something.

JAKE: (So far ive yet to see anything come of that brilliant plan of yours.) JAKE: (Are you sure sending that message to the others was enough?)

Okay, so he IS coordinating this slightly.

> (==>)

Horrifying image to contemplate, eh Jane?

Or anger-inducing?

> (==>)

Seems about right!

> (==>)

Oh that’s a GREAT exasperated Jane face.

JANE: I hope you're not expecting dessert, young lady.

I like how Jane didn’t notice, comment on, or care about the bowl. How can you hate a kid so much??

> (==>)

Oh I know why I felt like I recognized the outfit style, it’s because it’s ANIME AS FUCK. Feels like some Persona 4 Arena nonsense, and I say that not having played any of those games or even remembering what they looked like. Also, white hair, black fur’d dog parts? Nice change of pace.

YIFFY: GRRRRRRRRR... JANE: Oh no you don't.

Red text? What color exactly... “#D00009”? Huh. That’s nowhere near Alt-Callie’s #FF0000, and darker than Dave’s #E00707. In fact, let me go back and check those spilled color pins the commentary pointed out from an update or two ago... no, the red pin is #E63225, closer to Dave’s color. (Also, is Yiffy blocking the doorway out? That’s a pretty slack chain then.)

Did Jane see to it that she wouldn’t bite with like, a water spray bottle?

(EDIT: Oh my FUCKING GOD, THAT's why it's #D00009...)

> (==>)

FUCK I didn’t notice the shock collar in the Yiffy image! FUCK YOU, Jane.

> (==>)

Keeping someone in line with collars, especially ones that punish whenever one strays out of line, has always been a decent way for her to mix in some Doomy control of others to show how she’s “grown” to balance her main role and her Tiara-controlled-like inverse for more power. Doom in part represents boundaries that you can’t cross without getting hurt or punished.

> (==>)

FUCK, those little buck teeth!? D’:

JANE: That's more like it.

She HAS to have more of a reason for hating her than hating her parents, right? Like, more than that and general racism applying to partdogfolk?

> (==>)

Hey fuck off with that!

> (==>)

This is a pretty cool ima-- are those piercings on her dog ear? I didn’t notice that in the first shot, neat.

JANE: You've been a thorn in my side ever since I agreed to enroll you at the academy, little madam. JANE: Back then, I was doing a favor for two old friends who made a disgusting mistake. JANE: I'm no longer going to play nice with you just because of your parents, however. JANE: That truce is over. JANE: Do I make myself understood?

What the fuck? WHY would you do that? Why does Jane run "Ms. Paint’s Home for Inconvenient Girls”? What did Yiffy do to piss her off so much there, how much trouble could she have caused?

I don’t know if she’s referring to the behind-Kanaya’s-back part as disgusting or she’s just being MORE racist.

> (==>)

JANE: We don't want you passing out during the ceremony, do we?

Oh, just showing the hostage off during the clown funeral, huh? Classy much?

> (==>)

JANE: Now, be a good hostage and get some rest, Yiffany dear. JANE: We've got a big day tomorrow.

For a politician, Jane’s not good at looking at herself in a mirror.

> (==>)

JANE: Night night. JANE: Hoo hoo.

> (Yiffy: Lights out.)

Huh, dream stuff is gonna be relevant out in Candy then? *click*

Okay, dark background all of a sudden. Properly dramatic? You even have to highlight the non-link “>” part of the Next link to see it.

> (==>)

-- thespiansGlamor [TG] began pestering adamantGriftress [AG] --

Well, I don’t know WHY it’s happening, but the white-backed pesterlog suddenly on the dark site framing is certainly evocative. Of like, a mood, or something.

TG: i thought he was pretty quiet down there. TG: we'll make a rebel of him yet! AG: Lol. AG: I think it's more that he can't sleep. AG: I know how he feels. TG: yeah. TG: today was a lot. AG: ... TG: do you wanna talk about it? AG: Ugh, not you as well.

It’s really jarring to transition between Homestuck’s “kids jarringly mentally resistant to freaking out about the end of the world” to HS^2′s more realistic “kids traumatized by their first firefight even though it was an overwhelming victory-escape”.

TG: but seriously, do you? AG: Not really. TG: not even about... you know? TG: her? AG: No. TG: ... are you sure? AG: A8solutely. AG: What are you, my moirail? AG: Just leave it, Harry. TG: ok.

Are they about to have an “I wonder what Yiffy’s like” talk?

> (==>)

Very similar Tav/Vrissy convo to the previous one.

GG: I havent ever shared a bedroom before,,, GG: Not even for a slumber party,,, AG: Tavvy, you are just a8out the saddest person I've ever met.

Well, we have an even better idea how horrible Jane can be with kids, now. From Nanna to THIS is quite jarring. I wonder how the double Nannasprites that must still be around here somewhere feel?

> (==>)

TG: nothing about my dad is cute. TG: what are you even saying. AG: Lmao. TG: seriously! TG: i think he has something against that word, even. he gets super weird about it. AG: He's a strange and funny m8n. TG: yeah. TG: ... TG: i think something bad must have happened.

...um. What? Why would John have some sort of trauma about the word cute or being called it?

Did John dress up as a hint of his buried June ambitions as a kid and Dad lavish him with “SO CUTE” praise in an epic supportiveness backfire that caused him to shelve the idea of wearing non-masc clothes and being happier on the flipside of gender ever again??? Because if that’s how June gets canonized as promised, it’s a little harsher than the back of my mind was hoping. I guess it kind of had to be though from the premise of how it was read into his childhood for the original idea, though. Fuck, I hope this Cute business is about something different from that (like a Terezi reference or such) just to get less John Sads. (But still June. Definitely still want to get June.)

> (==>)

Oh, and now Vrissy is doing nothing but talking about what she said she didn’t want to talk about, of course. (Also I like how JANE’s now being called the Batterwitch.)

AG: And the worst part was they didn't even fight a8out it! AG: That made me madder than 8nything else. AG: It felt like I was the only person who even W8S mad! GG: I dont think thats true,,, AG: What would you know a8out it?! GG: Maybe nothing,,, GG: Sorry,,, GG: Its just,,, GG: To me,,, all the way through the conversation,,, aunt kanaya looked even angrier than you,,, AG: ... AG: Adults are so fucking weird.

Guh, I don’t want to be reminded how hurt a good chunk of the fanbase is by Kanaya getting hurt this badly.

Original Tavros was always SLIGHTLY perceptive of others sometimes, but maybe perceptiveness is being hinted at as a Tavros specialty? We still don’t know his classpect/hero-title or have any firm guesses based on purely him evidence. (Also, frightened kids of abusive households tend to learn to get perceptive pretty fucking quickly I hear.)

> (==>)

TG: dad was sitting in the cafeteria with aunt jade and your moms. TG: it looked like they were discussing something important... they were whispering and stuff.

[etc etc] Alright, the what-happened-to-Dave bit. And I imagine they’re kind of helping John grieve there, since Rose and Jade have talked that out already.

TG: aunt kanaya's was the only face i could see. TG: she was standing next to them, but she wasn't looking at what was going on. TG: almost like she couldn't bear to. AG: I doubt it. Kanaya's got a8out as much Emotivity as a very reclusive stone. TG: ok, i think that is bullshit but whatever. TG: she saw me standing there, but didn't say anything. she just shook her head slightly, and pointed back out into the hallway i came down.

Yep, giving them some space to grieve. Also-- gosh, shouldn’t Vrissy have the same emotive senses that Aranea implied Vriska shared with her? Kanaya isn’t that EXPRESSIVE but she’s certainly full of emotion. Also, I hope part of her not bearing to watch wasn’t lingering anger toward Jade and Rose mixing with that, but there probably was a bit of that too, though Dave being gone is so much harsher than that. --I just realized they might not have broken the news to Karkat yet, either.

AG: I guesadxcxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz TG: vrissy?

Put to sleep by someone slumping down on your phone keypad, or surprised by something about the other conversation?

Oh shit, “other conversation” reminded me I didn’t look at Tavros’s chumhandle:

glutinousGymnast [GG]

HHHHHhhhhuh. Hm... huh? hhhh. huh? what, but. Why would. ?????

I really don’t understand what that chumhandle or any of its entendres should signify in this context.

Also, this means for our new four kids we have TG, GG, AG, and ??.

> (==>)

GG: I think she might have succumbed to sleep quite suddenly,,, GG: It would explain the,,,,,, interesting messages I've been getting for a while,,, TG: hehe. TG: i guess that tracks. TG: she does that from time to time.

That’s... strange. Homestuck’s taught us to be suspicious of that.

TG: ... TG: tav? GG: Yes,,, harry anderson,,,? TG: what does it feel like to know someone who's died?

Who is Harry referring to? (EDIT: Yes I know Gamzee for Tavros, but I meant Harry talks like he's worried he'll have to feel that way soon?) Is he just kind of inferring that something bad might have happened to Uncle Dave? Got that perceptive “parents are about to tell me about a death in the family” vibe? Or did he overhear more than he let on to Vrissy?

...alright, that’s the last page of this update. Looks like this chapter is going to continue to have a good bunch of grieving, or talk around it.

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Now for Bonus Commentary for A Threat, Sensed. For some reason I have a dim memory of like... reading this myself without commenting on it? Or skimming it? But I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that. Weird. Must have imagined doing it.

Ah, I think I saw the opening paragraph scrolling Patreon, and my mind kinda filled in the blanks, this is still looking new to me.

Okay, mostly banter and japes in the commentary here. About Dirk “throwing a huge tantrum in his philosophy cave”.

We’ve had quite a bit of speculation on whether this is “really” Andrew. To that, I think we’d say that it doesn’t “really” matter.

Really? That was speculated about? :/

Here we discover that Dirk has not, as some people have speculated, been directly intervening into the Candy timeline, or influencing it in any way. In fact, he has a very hard time seeing anything going on there at all.

Mhmm, and that was a pretty important thing to learn.

A couple of years ago I might have agreed with the take that everything happening in Candy is simply too outlandish to ever happen naturally, without direct, villainous interference, but that was before literally every fucking batshit insane thing that has happened on Real Life Earth started going down, and now I will believe literally anything.

This is a nice bit of distraction from the idea that at least the opening parts of the Candy story were written/narrated by Original, Alive Calliope over on meat side. To refresh your memory of what was pointed out to me:

ROXY: back when jade first got all effed up callie saw somethin and it made them freak out ROXY: it took me weeks to convince them that it was safe to come home ROXY: but now we got the opposite problem and they arent leavin the house at all ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls TEREZI: WH4T? ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise ROXY: some of it is like ROXY: weird and violent?? ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um ROXY: nudity???? TEREZI: >:? ROXY: yeah yikes ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit ROXY: anyway thats kept callie kinda busy

Which tracks with the initial out-of-character-seemingness of almost everyone at the start of Candy, and how they kind of tried to railroad things back onto the “Happy??” track after Dirk derailed it with his weird self-accumulation suicide, along with some of the flowery-idyllic descriptions of characters seeing each other bathed in a halo of light and such.

Of course, they’re not going to out-and-out STATE that Calliope was at fault for that narration, helping the Candy story not necessarily fall out the way it did “naturally”, until we finally get a glimpse of her on the heroes’ ship in Meat probably still painting the continuing Candy events, inspiring them into the void of the singularity with her latent powers. Til then, it’s a bit of misdirection whenever the topic is to be brought up. Along with a mix of Roxy’s late-Candy point to John of more or less “why COULDN’T we have done this naturally? you don’t know”.

He might even think that he has more direct power over the narrative than Hussie does himself. Surprise, motherfucker, you are a fictional character.

I’ll quote this next part in full:

There’s been talk of whether or not this bonus was written in the two days between its release and the Yiffy reveal chapter. The answer is--no. It was written over a month ago. But I think the things it addresses were not difficult to suss out. Obviously, Dirk is highlighting the issues that the readership are having with Yiffy, in his typical Dirk fashion. If it seems a little defensive, well...I suppose it is. Yiffy is one of the two hard lines drawn in the sand, and all of us love her, and we’re hoping that everyone else will love her too. But more than that, it focuses on the fact that update culture has a rhythm to it--shock, revulsion, acceptance (or not), and then excitement (or not). Will it follow that pattern this time? Who knows. I guess we’ll find out.

Yeah, given what was going to be dropped on us I expected they would have had exactly this lined up, especially because Andrew specifically mandated Yiffy. --I wonder why they aren’t mentioning that somewhere in the commentary and only on one of their Twitters?

Also quoting this:

There’s something both incredibly “cringe” and self-indulgent, as well as philosophically intriguing, about the author arguing with his villain, especially since he’s writing both halves of the conversation himself. You are, for all intents and purposes, trying to solve a problem that you have created for yourself. You are looking an aspect of your personality in the eye and asking, hey, what the fuck, man?

But in the end, isn’t that what every story is? Trying to untie knots that you put in the rope yourself?

Since it’s part of the central struggle of this story, and kind of the question Andrew’s tried to imply with every Homestuck work about what right we have to keep these characters trapped in a story, and if they’d be better off escaping it.

I’m really trying to avoid quoting so much of this, since the commentary is paid... but I think we can make an exception here? I’ll have only quoted about half of it; just, the really plot-important half. Plus, I left out a LOOOT of japes.

Dirk has a certain idea of how stories are supposed to go. That’s pretty much what the Epilogues is about. The audience also has a certain expectation of how a story is supposed to go. In a way, the Epilogues were also about that. They were taking a story that had reached the traditionally “acceptable” happily ever after, and saying, wait, no. What happens next? Thinking past happily ever after in any story is a terrifying prospect. Once Cinderella marries the prince, what then? Sure, she got what she wanted, but who knows that it will be everything she dreamt it would? What if she changes her mind, if not today, what about ten years from now? What if the prince dies of malaria?

And I’m...

Yeah I don’t have anything else to add here, I’m kind of out of brain juice to think about this tonight. BUSY day I had. Y’all take care!

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #Homestuck Commentary

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Inktober/Spirktober 2019 (part 2)

Okay so I know October is long overdue, but I still continued Spirktober, and I decided to take more time to do the remaining themes, to produce better drawings. It’s even more enjoyable this way, and I hope you’ll enjoy those seven new drawings !

[Part 1 here !]

Day 7 : Circus AU - Jim and Spock as trapeze partners

This must be one of my least favourite drawings. The pose was fun to do, even if it’s far from perfect, but I feel like the colors are not working. I tried to give a more dark blue to Spock’s outfit, but I must be cursed with blue paint, because it didn’t really turn out well. If I had to choose what I like most in this drawing, it would be Jim’s face. Look at that smile, he looks so happy !

Day 8 : Angel/Demon AU - Jim is God’s favourite angel, but manages to fall in love with Spock, a demon. As their love is forbidden, Jim decides to give up his role and becomes a fallen angel to be reunited with Spock (yet again a plot I’d like to write).

I really like this drawing, especially the contrast between white and black. For this reason, I just had to do Jim as an angel, and Spock as a demon, even if it’s usually the other way around. It was the first time I used metallic pens, and I think I fell in love with them ? It’s not showing on the photo, but Spock’s horns are actually a metallic deep blue.

Day 9 : Naga AU - Jim visits a planet almost entirely made of vegetation and jungle during a mission. After being chased by creatures of the surroundings, he falls from a tree, on what seem to be a snake’s tail... or so he thought.

I had never heard of the Naga AU before, and while I wasn’t very enthusiast about it, I actually really enjoyed doing this drawing (and drawing yet again Spock with long hair, because I wanted to have that PreReform vibe). I used metallic pens again, silver ones this time, and I think it brings it all together.

Day 10 : Supernatural AU - Convinced that supernatural creatures and aliens exist, Jim is proven right when he meets a Vulcan investigating Earth to find such phenomenons. They team up and road trip through the country in the car Enterprise to chase ghosts, werewolves and other demons.

Even if I intend to, I had never watched Supernatural (or maybe two episodes or so), so I had to ask a specialist (a friend of mine) to be as accurate as possible. When she saw I had Spock have a gun in the car, she yelled at me (”Are you out of your mind ?! Do you want to hurt Baby ???? This is a cause for break-up.”). But it was just too much fun to have Spock with his sunglasses and a beanie, ready to throw some salt bullet at monsters (even if he wouldn’t shoot unless he had too, of course). The car was really difficult to make, and I’m probably never doing this again, but I think it turned out pretty good. I wanted the shadows in the background to be shadows of some creature of the series, but most creatures I found were really similar to humanoids, so I sticked to good old cute ghosts.

Day 11 : Parents AU - Jim proves to Storek, a vulcan child, that a human is fully capable of beating a Vulcan at chess, despite his illogical nature.

I had no idea where to go with this theme, until I remembered a fanfiction I had read so time ago, called “So Wise We Grow”. It is really good, and I recommend it ! It’s yet again a drawing I’m not really satisfied about. I just really like Spock, and the way he is sitting. The chess board was really hard to master, and I just noticed I actually forgot the check pattern on the board (how dumb is that ??). I feel like I didn’t do justice to this amazing fanfic... (And yeah, I know it’s totally obvious, but Storek has a green shirt because... yellow and blue makes green, you know. Genius, right ?).

Day 12 : Fairy Tales AU - Or where Jim is faking a curse to attract beautiful princes and kiss them.

It took me almost two weeks to complete this drawing as I was on a vacation for some days, but I love it. Designing the princes’ outfits was so much fun. I tried to have Spock wear something close to Vulcan’s fashion, with an IDIC symbol on the clasp of his cape, and Vulcan writings on that strip falling from his chest. For Jim, I was inspired by the party outfit from Star Trek Insurrection, because I think it’s so beautiful. And for the first time in my life, I learnt to draw roses. It was a pain at first, but after mastering the technique, it was much more fun. Also, I finally stopped using a blue pencil for my sketch, because it was leaving blue marks everywhere, and it was awful.

Day 13 : First Contact AU - After managing to achieve warp speed in a small vessel he created, Jim is visited by the first alien to ever set foot on Earth, a Vulcan named Spock.

I was really excited to do this theme as it’s one of my favourite AUs, but I also struggled with several ideas (some of theme being reproducing the first contact scene in ST8, or even have Jim make a high five to respond to Spock’s Ta’al). I finally picked this one and I adore it, as I feel like this is one of my most complete drawings. I don’t know when beam up technology was invented, but it seems that it didn’t exist in the 21st century (thanks, Google), so I did the classical abduction blue beam, because it was much more fun than a ship just landing. I was very hesitant for where to put the yellow paint (wheat ? Jim’s hair ? Jim’s shirt ?) and I finally settled for the latter, even if my guts were telling me Jim’s shirt HAD to be red (I’m so sorry). I also tried to apply the thick and thin lines technique, as my line is usually very flat and regular. I think it greatly increases the quality of the drawing.

Next theme will be Soulmate AU, and I can’t wait to finish this one, because I put much dedication and love into it.

I hope you guys have a wonderful day, and for those who are still struggling with Inktober like me, good luck !

#spirk #inktober #spirktober #star trek #jim kirk #james t kirk #spock #spock s'chn t'gai #i'm so late #but who cares ?#it's fuuuun #i feel like i'm improving #best feeling ever

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Huntress Cosplay 1.0

Yup, this post is definitely late and it’s totally my fault. I apologize, guys. I had a serious bout of con crunch (I swear upon my soul, never again will I endure that, not ever again) and afterward I was totally dead for a good five days. After that, it was time to start planting my vegetable garden and some insurance issues cropped up as well.

So, this is just pretty late and I apologize for that (computer kept crashing when I tried to download my pictures, so after cursing and an email shuffle later, I finally got them) and I hope the mad progress updates to come will make up for it!

Alright, so on May 19th, 2018 at Motor City Comic Con, I marched into the halls as the only Huntress of the show.

(Sorry, my photographer forgot I has feet.)

So, things wrong with this: The belt. *SHUDDERS* By far. I did not have near enough time to get the belt pouches done and so I had to quickly paint what I could in order to have something I could even carry stuff around in. =/ I didn’t even have time to practice posing (which is honestly, one of the worst things to not practice before a con.)

I also didn’t have time to get the white trim done along the bottom edge of the cape, but rest assured it will be there by the time New York Comic Con is around.

Additionally, I will have to make adjustments to the strapping on the mask to make it sit comfortably through hours of wear. It started out fine, but by the end of the day, I had a raging headache. I’ll cover that in a separate post, as I will with everything.

Here is my reference photo I was basing this off of:

I gotta say, I was very happy with how it turned out! (Except for the belt, dear God, that hideous thing....) and a lot of people were super excited to see Huntress! I can’t tell you how incredible it felt to be recognized as Huntress and how geeked people were to see her. All my Huntress fans out there, know this: She is not forgotten. Not by a LONG shot! They were so excited to see her at the con, to have her represented, and that honestly just put me over the moon! Seeing other people just as nerdy and fans of Huntress as I am made all the work, misery and tears getting this costume ready in time made it all so much worth it. One guy even stopped me for a picture AND a selfie with me and proudly showed off his collection of Birds of Prey Sideshow Collectible statues -- the Huntress one provides the lockscreen wallpaper for my phone.

And the thing I think I loved the most: 5 kids wanted to take pictures with me. Needless to say, Helena was grinning from ear to ear in my mind. Nothing could’ve made the day better.

Credit for things I did not make:

The mask is by TigerStoneFX

The belt buckles (which I will show in more detail in following posts) have been 3D printed and designed by my wonderful and brilliant friend, ThatWhichLurks,

Crossbow by NXT Generation Toys.

Parachute buckles and sliders are from Strapworks.com. (Seriously, this should be on every cosplayer’s bookmark list.)

Cloth from Stylishfabric.com.

Combat boots from Volatile.

Additional shoutouts to those incredibly helpful people, and more to to come as I go:

Clarke Cosplay for his incredible patience and going above and beyond helping this newbie cosplayer wrap her brain around crafting bendy 3D objects from flat materials. He not only patiently answered all my questions, he even MADE a Huntress kneepad. Needless to say, I’m still BLOWN AWAY. All I can say is wow. And thank you, so, so much. This guy really knows what he’s talking about and if anyone needs help on the basics and getting started, definitely check out his YouTube channel. And please, let’s just admire his sheer expertise and faithful documentation of his process -- it’s cosplayers like him that really keep the hobby open and welcome to newcomers.

And I would be remiss if I did not mention Rianne Royale either. It was her help that got me into sewing and she also went above and beyond in helping me out with that maddening white trim on Huntress’s cape. Not only does she love a good challenge, but she loves helping others overcome their cosplay challenges as well, and without her down-to-earth advice, I would surely still be bent over that sewing machine!

Additional thanks (even though he’s unlikely to see) is Angelegend for his videos on Plastidip and painting. They didn’t answer all my questions about paint but his videos are by far the most newbie-friendly that I found and gave me a very good handle on where to start when it came to painting foam -- especially the Plastidip! He also showed how to make the small things like padding the inside of the kneepad and how to make the piece of armor that goes on the back of the hand -- stuff that normally gets lost in so many pro cosplayer’s eyes, the simple stuff they don’t think twice about. He also has amazing builds for Halo and Mass Effect, so if that’s your cup of tea, definitely start there!

And of course, the wonderful woman behind Rainbow Curve Corsetry, a wonderful seamstress who is the reason why that cape looks as freaking fabulous as it does. Holy. Hell. Do I owe her a LOT. She’s in that vague group often called ‘a friend of the family’ but feels like she’s just a hell of a lot more than that. (Okay, she’s the daughter-in-law of my mother’s best friend, but that’s a mouthful to say.) She taught me the most important rule of sewing from scratch: Just dive in and do it.

Now, that definitely isn’t everyone, but it’s a few, and I’ll sing praises for everyone as I go through my process posts.

And many deep and heartfelt thanks to my incredible friend and sister-from-another-mister @slayerrelick for housing my miserable butt for a full month so I could even get started on this project. Her love and patience absolutely made this possible and I’ve no doubt she’s half the reason I’m still alive and/or not in jail for murdering someone ‘cleaning up’ my crafting table. This one is for you, hunny.

Additional notes!

Far as I could find, I’m the in the minority of Huntress cosplayer’s that went the full tamale with making the armor, including the kneepads, by hand from foam. So what do you all think? Does it work? Look good? Anything need changing? Hair, makeup not what they should be? Lemme hear your feedback!

#Ultimate Huntress Cosplay 1.0 #huntress cosplay #Huntress #Helena Bertinelli #Motor City Comic Con 2018 #Credits #Bring Huntress back

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DokiDokiCon V2: Time to Save the World!

"Welcome to Daten City's AMAZING Annual Anime Con: DokiDoki Con!" The reporter greeted on the screen, many people milling around behind her, "This is such an amazing time of year, isn't it? Hopefully you people back home can find the time to attend our funnest and most loved convention!" Yes, many cosplayers, weeaboos, and casual fans alike were excitedly reporting to the convention center to attend their beloved con. A quick look around could easily spot some sinister grins and dashing heroic smiles! However... Strappon sat at the Abbey, shutting the television off and sighing. The last DokiDoki Con was a mess. Why did they keep these things going...? "Hey, any news on ghosts or anything?" Overshirt asked, wandering into the Rec Room. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wonder what they're up to... They must have something planned if the city has been safe for so long..." Strappon grumbled, scratching the back of his head. There was a rumble above the Abbey, causing the two to look up. Strappon was struck by a thunderbolt. Overshirt caught the paper and looked it over while Strappon coughed the soot out of his lungs and shook himself of. "Hero." The boy read, giving Strap a perplexed look, "Well, then. Spoke too soon?" "I have a feeling I know exactly where this is going..." The Pink-haired Templar said, his gaze moving to the television.

DOKIDOKICON: HERO EDITION! What is this place filled with so many wonders~? Anime cons are the best place for Angels-- And Ghosts. --------

The convention was just as lively as you would consider one to be- Large amounts of people both big and small of all varieties and scents conglomerated into one large convention center. Some cosplaying, some just wearing what they would consider their best or coolest outfits. Yes, it was an atmosphere filled with excitement!

BRIT: Strappon looked around the crowd, almost in disappointment. How the hell would they be able to find a disguised ghost here? There were so many... People in costumes.

"Don't worry, Strap!" Overshirt chuckled with a pat to his cousin's back, "We brought the Angels! We should have a relative amount of success." "Relative." Strappon repeated.

KUMA: Pasties was at the main floor of the convention. She had gotten caught up with a group of cosplayers and was currently posing for a photo. When that one was done, another set of fans with phones and cameras came up. She gave a smile as more pictures were taken. Of course she didn't mind the attention.

OSCARK9: Gloves walks in the DokiDoki Con for his first time ever in Daten City. He was dress up as Ragna from BlazBlue, his favorite character to be in. For his first time in the Con was excited for him. Seeing all his favorite characters in the convention was inspire to see. Not only that you can see your favorite characters in cosplay, but to bring a cool weapon in a covention. Which he brings in 'Ragna Sword' in the convention, (don't worry, its only plastic).

"Wow! First time ever in a Convention. I can't wait to see what they have here." He said in his happy tone and off he went in the crowd of cosplays.

KRO: Another excuse to show off how obsessed he is with a particular MOBA, Shades was more than excited to participate in the con again. The last time was interesting to say the least. He scanned the perimeter to spot a familiar face but all he got was Strappon's familiar hair color. Sneaking up behind the templar, he leaned in and whispered, " ___Death comes... ___ "

COFFINCAT: Mary was looking around in the crowd for a familiar face, having not found anyone he hides under a vacant booth. He hugs his teddy bear. The little one was cosplaying Honey senpai from Ouran highschool host club. He takes out his little sketch book and he draws Gloves.

BRIT: Strappon screamed and spun around, punching Shades in the face as hard as he could. "YOU BLOODY WANKER. I WILL END YOU if you come THAT CLOSe to me--" He hissed before realizing what he had done, "--Oh, I am so sorry."

EMI-DESU: Tee hung close to his brother (much to his dismay) and looked uninterestedly at Shady.

"Wow, another Kylo Ren. I can't believe it."

Tee insisted on having him and Ovy cosplay together, and something simple. He adjusted Ovy's hat and black shirt (with a signature red R on it) and pulled out a couple Pokeballs. "Atop goofing around! We got a Ghost to catch right? Can't be that hard to find..."

EMI-DESU: *Stop

GAMER-GODDESS: "So this is a 'Con', it is rather wonderful to see so many people so eager to participate." Fib'yuh'luh giggled as they skipped up to the entrance. They were clad in a Sailor Moon costume that Thigh High had spent at least a week or so putting together for them.

"Yeah yeah, just try not to mess up your outfit will ya? It'd be a shame if something happened to it. I spent a lot of time putting this together, I totally forgot to get something for myself!" Thigh High stated as she kept smoothing over the Throne's outfit to make sure it looked just right.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator walked into Doki Doki con dress as Rin Kagamine, second design. He was wearing a skirt that were also shorts with a blonde wig and sailor top. His white bows twitched happily as he skipped in. He looked so androgynous that many people whispered if he was a man or a young Japanese girl. Knittens walked next to him as Midoriya Izuku, proud of his look. Fascinator looked around and pouted, he was about to scream for Jeokori, but said alien waved over to him, relaxing. Headphones, dressed as the fairy Kyu from Hunie Pop and reading his newly bought hentai. Life is sweet.

KRO: "No, you're not!" Shades was lucky enough to remove his mask before getting what he probablu deserved. He felt his eye shut from the swelling. Touching it stung, guess an ice pack is required.

"What a bossy Rocket Grunt," Shades commented, "Anyways, I agree. We should keep an eye out for... cosplays stars..." he said, squinting one sole eye.

OSCARK9: While walking around in the convention, he was looking around to different booths to see what they have here in the convention. While doing that, he spotted a little boy that was under the vacant booth with a sketch book in his hand. He wonders to himself if he's having any fun in the convention. So he walks over too him and ask him a question.

"Hey there, little fella. Are you having fun in a convention?" He asked him while giving him a smile.

BRIT: "Tee, we can't catch it with balls." Overshirt sighed, "Patience is going to be the best option at the moment. Maybe we can lure it out! But we have no idea what it does..."

"Doesn't matter, still gonna find it!" Jacket laughed, adjusting his Rocket Grunt attire. He grinned at Trenchcoat. "And we're gonna beat its face in."

"Shades, oh god. I am so sorry." Strappon whispered, holding his hand out to help him up.

SAIYAN: "We're gonna have great success now that I'm here" Tuxedo Jacket said to Strap. Dressed up as Gohan from the Cell Games, cape and all. The new kid on the block really made a reputation for himself for the short time in the Abbey.

Undershirt dressed as Vegito looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Please we're all gonna work together and find this thing" Undershirt said.

Wristband got dressed up as Android 18 because why not. "Yeah besides, last time this happened it took a whole team effort to take down Yurei-chan." She wasn't there to witness it herself, but she heard Undershirt tell the story. She still giggled about Baby Cop to this day.

Meanwhile, Bowtie was dressed as Satsuki in her kamui, trying to see if there was any of her comrades around.

KUMA: Eventually Pasties pulled herself away from the fellow Love Live cosplayers, giving them a friendly wave. If a ghost /was/ going to show up, she wanted to enjoy the con a bit before that. Since everything would probably slow down or stop completely after that. She looked back towards the Angels and others that she had arrived with. She could always go exploring the con by herself, but that might be less fun. To her, it'd be a bonus for the other person since they would get to hang out with her.

KRO: "Damn, you were aiming to make me blind again... I deserve this..." Shades held up his hands a litte defensively, trying to make sure Strappon at least touched the injury carefully.

COFFINCAT: A limo pulls up to the main entrance and Sneaker heels steps out of it. She adjusts her red glasses and she pats her dress. Camera men flocked to her and she sighs , walking right past just about everyone of them. She'd decided to go as Rize Kamishiro from Tokyo Ghoul. She stretched and walked over to her booth, sitting down as her assistance set everything up. Fox Stole dawned her best Tomb Raider cosplay and sauntered around, taking pictures with people who'd walked up to her. Mary moved out from under the unoccupied booth and ran to a stand. He took out his piggy bank and he bought an ice pack. He walks over to shades and he hides behind Strappon, holding out the ice pack to Shades, "H-here you go Mr."

EMI-DESU: Tee frowned deeply and shook his balls at Ovy. This was his first time out with his brother in a long while and he doesn't even take it seriously. "Let's go, gang! Last one to find a Ghost gets a bullet in the knee!!"

Trench crossed his arms and got tugged along begrudgingly by his parner, wondering how Jacket got him out of bed today at all. Oh, that's right. He BROKE it. He BROKE his bed. "Let's just get this over with already..." He grumbled.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens ran from Fascinator as he does in every crowded place and runs past Strappon and Shady before screeching to a stop and looking at Shades with awe. He exclaims with excitement "You look cool! What're you?" Fascinator was about to stop Knittens but after seeing where he went he didn't bother afterwards. Turning back to his alien friend, he asks, "So how're you liking your first con, Cho-cho?" Jeokori took a minute to write down his answer and replied, "Didn't you say that celebration of costumes was a week from now?"

BRIT: Surrounded by so many people, Duster really just wanted to find Hot Pants and find this dumb ghost. People kept stopping him and asking him for pictures, calling him "Sephiroth" or something like that. He let them take pictures and moved on, hoping it would appease the strange people.

"You're too self-punishing." Strap sighed, and looked around for those medic people they always have at large gatherings. "At least Angels can enjoy themselves now... I wonder if Ampallang made it here alright."

"Yep! I'd rather not get a bullet to the knee..." Jacket said, visibly wilting for only a half-second before springing up again and grabbing Trench's arm. "LET'S EXPLORE!"

KRO: "I'm sure he made it here fine..." He blinked, looking behind Strap and smiled at the young child offering him the ice back.

"Hey, thanks." He said, gently placing it on his eye. Suddenly Knittens entered the frame as Tee's gang seemed to be off on their own shenanigans. Shades beamed with light, not literally, at his question, "Oh well, I'm a character called Reaper. I'm wearing an alternate outfit for him."

COFFINCAT: Mary nods with a little smile and he hugs his teddy bear close to him. He sees Kittens and he waves . He gently boops him to say hello .

KRO: A force yanked Duster from wherever the man was standing to the ground. The source? A grumpy Hot Pants who looked more than tired. In front of him, there was Chocobo in a baby carrier taking in the sights of the con. "Jesus, where were __you__ ? I like, turn around for one second and the next you were just gone. I have tiny legs, I can't keep up!"

BRIT: Strappon gave Tuxedo Jacket a look of disinterest and then put his attention back to the other Angels. "If you all want, we can separate and make sure we cover more ground?" He looked particularly at Pasties, who was... New and seemed to want to explore.

"I... Well, I got swallowed up by the crowd. So many people wanted my picture." Duster said, pushing Hot Pants off him and dusting himself off. "I heard there's supposed to be a ghost in this area... And I'd like to go back to Heaven sometime."

EMI-DESU: "Dear Ampallang won't be making it, I'm afraid..." A voice replied from behind Strappon. Out stepped a tall pale man, flicking his pink and purple hair. "I've been looking for you, tiny human man."

OSCARK9: "I guess that was a yes." Seeing him run off to do something leaves him a unanswered thought from him. ("Oh well, at least he's having fun.") He said to himself and continues walking in the convention.

KUMA: Pasties caught Strappon's look towards her.

"I'm okay with anyone else joining me. Just as long as they can keep up. There's a lot of things I want to see."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was about to answer until he got booped. Well, someone started the boop war. Knittens bops him back in self defense, but it was gentle to infer friendliness. Unlike Fasci, where Knittens tries to break his nose. Jekoroi followed up with another note, "Also... Are you a young girl or?" Fascinator chuckles, avoiding the question as he takes out a small box from god knows where, revealing the small figurine set. Jeokori's eyes lit up and his soul threads were almost wagging in happiness. After watching Sailor Moon together, Jeokori almost couldn't believe Fasci when he said he could get a mini version of his favorite character but there she was. If Jeokori could make a sound, he would be squealing. Headphones was chillind on the fountain as he flipped the pages of his hentai, every now and then remarking, "Nice."

KRO: Suddenly a sparkly and well decorated cardboard box slid into the scene. This was getting to be too much for Shades, but he just let it happen. Daten's weird enough. The box then sprouted two legs and stood up all proud and tall as two arms, one holding a microphone, popped out. "Hello, lovely monsters of the Underground! I'm just here to introduce a lovely little friend that's been looking for the priest. Be niiiice."

Shades squinted even harder at the person in the cardboard box, you can hear it. It was indeed Go-Go Boots as Mettaton. How befitting.

COFFINCAT: Mary makes a smol gasp and he giggles , returning a soft boop. He smiled and his cheeks dusted pink, "H-hi , I'm M-Mary. " He said as he offered the other his teddy bear for a hug. He sees Go-Go and he almost squeels in delight.

BRIT: "Lots of things to see?" Jacket mused, "Sounds like we'll work well together-- Uh... What's your name?" The Rocket Grunt tilted his head at Pasties.

Strappon blinked, turning to see a stranger and a... Box. "How do you know where Ampallang is?" He asked, crossing his arms. It was obvious the box was someone he knew.

KRO: Seeing Bowtie waiting around, what appears to be an old lady that came straight out of Mad Max: Fury Road came up to her. They grabbed Bowtie's hand and handed some homemade candy to her in the shape of little ghosts and bats. "Nice Satsuki outfit, nerd." The voice didn't match the face. That's because it was actually Hairpin dressed up as none other than Ana Amari. He just wanted to do a group cosplay group with Shades, don't mind him.

"Have ya seen anybody else from work around here?" He asked Bowtie.

Hot Pants would have crossed his arms if Chocobo wasn't strapped on to his chest, so he simply ruffled the bird's feathers, "Well, you do look like my figurine that I ordered some time ago.. ANYWAYS. You have a plan of action for that? Because I'm just thinking of blowing this week's paycheck on some stuff I've wanted."

KUMA: "Me? I'm Pasties," she said with a little wink. "Do you want go with me then?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens looked at the teddy and patted it's head. He wasn't too sure what to do but he

EMI-DESU: The white-clad man bowed lightly. "My name would be Dermal." He gestured to the peircing on his collarbone. "Ampallang is a brother of mine, and he's gone off to do important Seraph business, so I volunteered to take his place for now."

Dermal straightened up and looked around at the scattered fallen angels about, having themselves a merry old time. "Quite an organized bunch, I see. I think I have a lot of work to do..."

Trenchcoat pulled his arm out of Jacket's grip and pushed him out of the way, clearing his throat and smiling at Pasties. "Hi, I'm Trenchcoat. Jacket's got a lot of things to do too, so I'll go with you instead!"

OSCARK9: Walking back to the booths. He was looking at the booths to see what they have here in DokiDoki Con. So far for him was some comic books, action figures, and some video games. He wanted to buy something for himself, but it was so hard for him to choose.

"Hmm? What to choose? What to choose?" He said to himself while scratching his head next to the booth.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: was friendly, atleast. Fascinator and Jeokori looked at the sights with Fasci mostly talking. But when Jeokori bothered to look at him, Fasci was cosplaying as a completely different outfit and seemed to just magically transform into 707. What. Jeokori blinked in disbelief as he poked Fasci, making sure he wasn't seeing things. Fascinator tried to ignore the poke as he waved to Go-Go and screamed, "HEY NICE LEGS!"

KUMA: Pasties blinked at Trenchcoat's interuption, but didn't seemed bothered by it.

"Its too bad that he's busy when there's so much fun stuff to do here! Oh well!" She addressed Jacket, "If you find some time, you could meet up with me later."

She then turned back to Trenchcoat, "Thanks for coming with me."

KRO: Go-Go removed the box, as it was getting a little too hot. "But no daisy dukes to make a man go, sadly." At least Go-Go was appropriately dressed as Mettaton EX.

BRIT: "I didn't know you were that kind of dork." Duster mused, "Huh." He pet Chocobo before hearing another set of girls squeel somewhere behind him. Oh no, it begins again.

"Oh... I see." Strappon replied, rubbing his chin. "I wish he'd told me ahead of time... I guess you'll do in his place. You're a lot nicer." The Templar held out his hand to Dermal. "I'm Strappon. This boy next to me is my cousin, Overshirt." Overshirt gave him a small wave.

Jacket blinked and snorted at Trenchcoat. "Nah, he always acts like a dweeb around pretty ladies. We'll all go together! Pasties, huh? That's a weird name. Anyway, let's get goin!" He blabbered off, grabbing them both by the hands and skipping off in another direction.

SAIYAN: "Hey HP. Didn't know you were into Cross Dressing" Bowtie said as she grabbed the candy. "No, didn't actually. No one came with you I take it?"

"Damn son" Undershirt said as he watched Shades grab his face. He then looked at Dermal. "That's interesting. I didn

COFFINCAT: Heels exits her booth and she sneaks over to the doujinshi section of the con. She casually buys some Love Stage manga and she goes off , leaving her body guards in charge. She hears her name called on the loud speaker and she curses , going off to perform some anime openings. Out of many she was asked to perform , Lithium from Elfen Lied was the first.

Mary fiddles with his hands and he looks up at him, " D-Do you wanna um be partners ..for t-the ghost hunt?" He asked shyly.

BRIT: "Not into crossdressing? He's basically a woman." Amulet snorted, adjusting part of his coat. He was cosplaying Sephiroth, so he was showing more skin than he was used to.

SAIYAN: 't know that he had a brother" he said.

Wristband and Tuxedo looked at each other and then shrugged. They were in the same boat as Undershirt was.

SAIYAN: "OOOOH MOM GET THE CAMERA" Bowtie yelled at Amulet's comment. That was fucking savage Amulet.

KRO: Hot Pants jumped in front of Duster protectively, hissing at the mob of girls, "___BACK OFF, he's mine. ___ Come on, let's go before they actually catch up with us."

"Let me express myself how I want, dear. And I want to be a murderous old woman, so nyeh," Hairpin stuck his tongue out at Bowtie before looking away, thinking. "Well, at least there's the three of us." He said, handing Amulet a ghost shaped candy, "Here, try this one out."

"Yeah, Amp's got brothers," Shades chimed in, "I actually had the privilege of meeting one of his brothers that resides in Northern Heaven. Pretty cool dude."

EMI-DESU: "Well, it's nice for you to meet me, then." Dermal said flashing a sparkling grin, tentitively taking Strappon's hand. "Humans are so fascinating, it's a wonder how they could be so easy to manipulate."

He released his hand and placed it on his hip, gently wiping it on his pants. "But you are God's precious children and must be protected at all costs, I suppose. Anyway, we're looking for a Ghost that seems to blend in with THIS crowd. It could be anywhere, so let's stay on our toes?"

Trenchcoat's grin turned sour again when Jacket grabbed them both and tugged. He was the biggest cockblock ever...

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "I don't know, I'm sure at least one guy man." Fascinator replied, ignoring that Jeokori was currently questioning if the human knew black magic. Seriously, a costume change that fast? "Plus I'm sure your daisy dukes makes boys into men." Knittens nods to mark as he replied, Sure, I mean mom said no weapons until Christmas so... Hope you got something."

SAIYAN: '

KUMA: "Hmph, I don't think my name is weird at all," Pasties said with a little pout. She did go along with Jacket and Trenchcoat as she was was pulled. She looked around at the things they passed and decided she'd stop the two if anything grabbed her attention.

"So what are you two dressed up as?"

COFFINCAT: Mary nods and smiles ," My teddy is a tazer too!" He stood beside him and held his teddy close. "Do you wanna look anywhere in particular?" He tilts his head.

BRIT: "Follow you dreams, _dear._" Amulet said, taking the candy and tossing it into his mouth, "Where's the ghost, anyway? Didn't Shroud want us to keep tabs?" Something felt off about this atmosphere... He could see the Angels in the distance, along with Gogo and a new face...

"Yes... Staying on our toes is advisable. Well, let's get a move on and see if we can't find it before it causes to much damage." Strappon said, quirking a brow.

"Oh, we're Rocket Grunts from Pokemon!" Jacket said with a huge grin, "Our whole gang is dressed alike! Not my usual costume 'cuz I like to be unique and stuff." Considering his last costume...

Duster nodded in agreement with Hot Pants, still a little stunned by his reaction. "You know, I'm used to the atention. It's not terrible." He said, "You're weird."

SAIYAN: “Whatever” Bowtie said to HP as she munched on her chocolate. That still didn't change the fact that he was a cross dresser and she knew it.

Undershirt looked at Shades. “Huh, I never knew that” he said. He felt that it would be something he would mention to them.

“Maybe he has some kind of dark past” Tuxedo whispered to Wristband, causing her to giggle in her hand”

KUMA: "Oh Team Rocket!" Pasties was familiar with what that was, but she had never played a Pokemon game herself.

"Please don't steal my Pokemon then!" she said playfully and jokingly, "But what do you normally dress up as?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens shakes his head and replies, "If it's a ghost then it'll show up. Trust me. Wanna check out the latest edition of that mecha cartoon?" Fascinator changed once again into Viktor in a blink of an eye. Seriously. Can he stop? Like its so sudden. Jeokori was frightened at this point. How could this even happen? Is anyone gonna notice? Seriously? Headphones glanced over and waved to whoever and finished his first book. To the next volume.

Meanwhile, people throughout the convention were experiencing some... Odd difficulties. Some people were found and being detained by the con staff for their strange behavior. Someone had literally had to be fetched from the cieling.

EMI-DESU: "A pile of Garbage," Trenchcoat replied for him. "But that's his usual attire, not a costume." Trench tried to pull his arm out of Jacket's iron grip with no avail.

BRIT: "Hey, now!" Jacket shouted at him, "I was a couple things last time... A couple things at once. I was a duelist, Akira, Ness..." He counted the things we was, but it was difficult to remember.

COFFINCAT: His eyes light up and he nods eagerly. "O-oh boy.. Um s-sure, can we check out the stuffed animals next?" He gulps a little bit , seeing someone floating on the ceiling ,"Do people here..n-normally do that?" He points to the random pedestrian.

KUMA: Pasties stopped moving and pointed at a booth that was selling various figurines.

"Hey let's stop here!" she said, starting to move in the direction towards it. She seemed to either have been ignoring the tension between the two or trying to find a distraction to stop them from arguing.

OSCARK9: "Man. What to choose for myself?" He said to himself again. Thinking of what to buy in the convention was tough for him. There was so many cool things to buy here, that one can't decide on what to buy. When he walk over to the next booth where a bunch of clothes is at, his eyes was caught his interest on a shirt that has a picture of 'Ash-Greninja and Ash' in front of the picture and its telling him that he found what he's looking for. "Ah, yes!" He said in his happy tone.

OSCARK9: *In front of the shirt

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Nope! Unless they discovered anti-gravity stuff. So uh... Found it!" Knittens announced for anyone to hear. He should be captain obvious. Fascinator was definitely attracting attention as Viktor. Mostly Yuri on Ice fans. Good luck boy. "Anything good at con this year?" he asks, unknowing if he was even talking to someone at this point. The contacts he's wearing is messing with his vision.

KRO: "Well I think /you're/ weird," Hot Pants replied, "What, you want me to confess my undying love for you? Cause I'm not doing that. Too... /cliche/ ." He pulled along Duster to some merchant stands, looking at particular plushies and figurines. "Uh.. You want anything. Not this, but like food or a drink?"

"My, why thank you dear," Go-Go didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. But they did have shapely legs.

What should be a simple cosplay had a fully functional mask. He activated it but nothing seemed to be getting picked up, "If there's a ghost here, I'll see it before it can see us."

Shades took off the ice pack from his eye and donned his mask back on, "Anyways, I'm gonna go into the booths to buy stuff. If you wanna come, knock yourself out."

SUPERBIO: Flying around the convention, The Greatest Hero was giving the honorable citizens of Daten City what they deserve! Everyone here wanted to be a Hero, right? That's why they were so willing to dress like them!

"Halt, Citizen!" He said to someone, "You look like you would love to join me in my quest to destroy the scum of this earth!"

The person looked around and pointed to himself.

With that, he was zapped with Super Beams and given a special power of his own.

He didn't feel any different, but taking a step forward zoomed him straight into a wall.

"Another satisfied customer!" Superbio boomed before flying away to find more heroes.

SAIYAN: Bowtie looked at HP as he activated his scanner thing.

“Didn’t it not work the last time you tried this?” Bowtie asked him, folding her arms. She wasn’t convinced that it still wouldn’t work. Meanwhile, back at the ranch. The gang mulled over Shades’ offer to go look at stuff. Undershirt seemed to be on board but T.J. seemed to have a different idea. “You guys are such nerds!” Tuxedo said to Shades and the rest of them.

Undershirt sighed. “Yeah let’s go. It beats standing around here. You want to come too, Wristband?”

Wristband nodded her head and T.J. begrudgingly decided to go too.

COFFINCAT: Mary hides behind knittens and holds the teddy bear close, the fur started to fluff up and Mary's hair fluffed with it, the little fella was charging up. " S-so do we attack it or d-do we run?" He asked a bit spooked.

BRIT: "Oh shit, whaddup?" Jacket said, backing it up to look over the figurines. "They got one of ULTRAMAAAAAAAN!" He posed like Ultraman. Way to break character.

"Thanks." Duster snorted, "Yes, I would love food. I'm starving and everything here is... Expensive."

Amulet peered over HP's shoulder. "Uh... Dear. There's a child that ran himself into a wall at breakneck speed." He said, pointing in that direction.

Strappon looked over at Knittens and then up at the person on the cieling. "Oh, bloody hell." He said, "Good job, lad." He gestured for everyone to follow him. That would be best.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headband looked at the ghost, and slowly rolls off the fountain and decided to help for once. Following the others, he adjusted his fairy panties. Knittens stood like a rock in bravery and responds, "Well it didn't notice us so let's stay away." Fascinator was just wandering around lost, his vision was blurring too much and he was tempted to take the contacts off. Jeokori stood behind Strappon and pointed at the person and held up a note asking, "Do humans do this?"

KUMA: Pasties got distracted looking at figures of well, cute anime girls. She didn't seem bothered by ones in revealing clothes or provocative poses. None of them were full on explicit, but they were getting there.

"I totally have to have some of these," she said, looking them over.

COFFINCAT: Mary swoons a little bit and he shakes his head, "R-right! I-I mean right." He holds his teddy. "I-I found a hiding spot , but you gotta keep it a secret." He holds out his pinkie for the ultimate promise.

KRO: "I refined the technology, so now it's fully operational. You're talking to a genius after all, these things get worked out pretty fast," Hairpin boasted. He was proud of finally making his scanner work. Hopefully it didn't fry his face, this is the first finished scanner he finished so anything goes. Hairpin quickly turned to the direction Amulet pointed to, "Shit." Too bad Hairpin didn't have a biotic rifle for healing.

Shades shrugged at Tuxedo Jacket, "You're saying that as if it hurts me," says the guy whose Twitter handle is currently cyborg fucker 2k16, "Oh right, you're the new guy. I think I heard some mentions of you from these two," He said, pointing at the twins. His plans were changed as Strappon seemed to have picked something up and skedaddled his way back to the Templar, "What's up."

"You're lucky I feel like spoiling you today and willing to blow my entire paycheck...I don't think you want something from Mickey D's, huh?" Hot Pants asked, looking around to see if the other Angels caught the ghost's trail.

OSCARK9: "One XL shirt, please." The man at the booth gave him the shirt that he want the most and Gloves pay the man $59.99 for the shirt. Expensive as it is, it was worth spending on. "You're coming home with me." He said to the shirt. While enjoying his buying shirt, he heard some commotion from the Angels right behind his back. So he runs over to them to see what's up. "What did I miss?"

BRIT: "I think I can afford something a little higher class." Duster snorted, "Really."

Strappon pointed to the kid on the cieling. "Our ghost is hard at work." He said, "Let's try to track it down. I think I heard some commotion about a kid running himself into a wall. We may get more information out of him."

"Those are silly!" Jacket said, trying to copy one of the sexy poses of the figures, "Wow-- This is hard!"

KUMA: "I think they're cute," Pasties commented while paying the person at the booth for the two figures she decided to buy. She turned around and laughed slightly at Jacket's imitation of the pose. She set her bag down for a moment and copied the pose herself.

"If you bend like this its more comfortable, see?"

KRO: "What, you want to go to those fancy restaurants? In all seriousness." This guy wouldn't settle for something like Mickey D's, huh.

"Hopefully the kid isn't knocked out," Shades added.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat spat out the drink he just bought all over Jacket.

Dermal watched Strappon as the other angels sort of gathered together, following their own agendas. He pulled out a PDA and started taking notes.

SAIYAN: “Did they tell you how awesome I was?” Tuxedo asked to Shades. Of course, it would only be good things. He was just that awesome.

Undershirt looked up at the ceiling and saw the man up there. “How the hell did that happen?” he asked. That was something new. He was pretty sure that that shouldn’t normally happen. “Well you don’t see that every day” Wristband said as she too looked up at the poor man stuck on the ceiling. “Think we should help him?”

“HAHAHA look at that!” Tuxedo laughed. He really wasn’t being productive. That dude on the ceiling was having a bad day.

KRO: "Really? A PDA? Honey, that's sooooo 2002. Here, have one of these instead." Go-Go handed Dermal an expensive tablet that must have been pulled from the ether, "Don't let me catch you with outdated /anything/ . Otherwise I'll provide for you."

KUMA: Pasties turned towards Trenchcoat and raised an eyebrow. "Is everything okay over there? You didn't choke did you?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens nods and exclaims, "Lead the way!" Did he know the meaning of secrets? Fascinator finally took off his contacts and could see. Strangely, he again changed his cosplay into Hampnie Hambert. Bless. That's when he spotted one of his favorite otome games apparently has a booth. He was literally a blur as he sprinted over to buy all the merch. That nerd.

OSCARK9: Gloves looked up at the ceiling where Strappon pointed to and saw a Men up there. "Ouch." He said to himself. If he was him, he'll be in so much pain. Poor man.

EMI-DESU: Dermal turned to Go-Go with a soft smiled and swiped the device out of his hand. "My, how helpful you are. I think we're going to get along just fine..." He said, staring at him with a grin for a full minute before turning back to the activities before him. "They still haven't caught the Ghost. How wonderful. I want to see what these broken angels can do..."

COFFINCAT: Mary raises an eyebrow and he shrugs, must be a custom here. He takes the others hand and he leads him to the empty booth. Mary crawls under and holds up the black table skirt for him to crawl under. "Y-you gotta be quiet o-okay? So the ghost can't find us." He whispers and pats the space next to him.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat wiped his face off and threw his cup at Jacket. "OH, NOPE. I'M JUST FINE. JUST... THIRSTY HAHA." He said half screaming. He kind of yelled when he was nervous.

KRO: "You're just saying that in hopes of making me feel better after your... /idol blunder/ that broke us apart." Go-Go promptly shoved the tablet back into Dermal's hands. If this kid wants to go, they'll go alright. To a nice restaurant.

BRIT: Jacket- now covered in sticky soda or something- wrung out his costume. He gave the guy a glare as the cup bounced off his forhead. "Yeah... Thirsty." He said.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie looked around the convention, extremely lost but ready to take on the challange. She was dressed up as the blue powerpuff girl, Bubbles. She skipped happily, not aware of the hell breaking loose around her, how could she miss it, who knows but she is. She wondered if any of her friends were here, since she wouldn't really recognize them when they were all dressed up

EMI-DESU: "Please, Go-Go, I know you missed me and my gorgeous face, but there are more important things at the moment. We can make up later, you know." Dermal waved dismissively at him.

KUMA: "It sucks if you're thirsty, since your drink is all over Jacket now. You can always buy another one though."

Pasties gathered up her stuff. She seemed a bit unaware of the real cause of Trenchoat being 'thirsty' and looked around. "Did you two want to buy anything from this booth or should we keep looking?"

KRO: "Oh, /missed you/? Not really since at least after you left, Daddy started giving me more attention. Anyways, I'll see you in a nice restaurant later, ciao~" And there goes Go-Go.

EMI-DESU: Dermal's head snapped around. "/Do not/." He hissed in a slightly lower tone than normal, snapping the old PDA he had. Oh, this was going to be fun with him around...

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Sure!!" Knittens shouted, being an unhelpful child. Crawling underneath, he peeked out to see what was happening every now and then.Seeing Onesie, he waved underneath the table excitedly and shouting that he was there. Knittens is the definition of secrecy. Fasciantor literally had several bag fulls of merch of animes he liked like a dork and tackled Jeokori's back with a hug. Noticing Headphones, he shouts at his friend, "Dude, I can see your junk through that transparent lingerie, you wanna get decent?!" Headphones shouts back with his fairy wings fluttering in the breeze, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME DAD!" "Nor do I want to!" Fascinator replies, changing into Beli cosplay to fit his friend's theme. Can Fasci even socialize with anyone else at this point?

TIMERIFTS: Onesie noticed her best friend, squealing excitedly, racing over "Knittens!!" she exclaimed happily "look I'm Bubbles" she smiled, crawling under the table with him, she just went with the flow. "Why are we hiding?" she asked him, settling in and lying beside him

BRIT: "Honestly, I'm for anything. But now I think there's a large commotion..." Duster said, looking idly off in the direction of the poor man that was in a wall.

"Let's go to another booth!" Jacket suggested, seemingly fine now. "I'd love to buy some cool merch for Ultraman!" He grinned at Trenchcoat, pulling him away from the booth.

Strappon furrowed his brow at the interraction between Go-Go and Dermal. Well, maybe they were old friends... "We can deal with the man on the cieling later, let's just go interview the man in the wall and pray he's still intact for questioning." He said, motioning them along with him and heading in the direction of the poor man.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat groaned, knowing it was his money he was going to be spending. Being wealthy was a curse sometimes, at least when you weren't in your cosy mansion in Heaven...

KUMA: Pasties walked along with them, trailing slightly behind.

"So what's Ultraman? Is he from an anime? A game?" she asked.

COFFINCAT: "Um.." he hides behind Knittens and he holds his bear tightly. "The ghost might get us if we aren't quiet m-ms. " He whispers as he gently boops Knittens with his bear.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens proudly claims, "Well we're hiding from the ghost right now and letting everyone else handle it." He bravely accepts that he is the most cowardly right now. He pouted at the boop and grumbles, "I knooow..." "Anyways, I think the ghost is making people fly? I don't know saw a guy in the ceiling though." Fascinator was now carried bridal style by Jeokori who walked him over anything he wanted to see since he was done here and Cufflink wasn't gonna pick him up any time soon. Headphones forgot why he was there so he tagged along, even though a lot of people looked at his not so well hidden crotch area. He bought some new samples of yaoi and just sins in public view. Fasci waved to Jacket and Trenchcoat, giving a friendly greeting, "Hey! What's up guys?"

BRIT: "He's only from one of _the best_ Hero series in the entire universe!" Jacket said, waving his arms around a little, "He's a Super Hero from a show in the 60s that's been ridiculosuly popular ever since. He's only the best." He was grinning like a dork. "Oh, hey, Fascinator!" He waved at him.

SUPERBIO: Another few people started springing up around the convention with... Strange powers. Superbio started looking for new people to recruit when he spotted a rather menacing looking tall man carrying a smaller, more effeminate man.

"Halt!" He said, flying right up to them, "Sir, I do believe this innocent man can walk on his own. Unless you need me to help you!"

BRIT: Jacket stared in awe. This was the first time a ghost _came to them_. It was the most perfect time! He turned his Rocket hat backwards.

COFFINCAT: Mary feels the cowardly aura ooze off of Knittens and he pouts, how is he supposed to swoon when he's being a baby? Mary is the baby here. He shakes his head and crawls out from under the table, teddy in hand. "If I ever wanna be an a-angel I've gotta fight like one !" He exclaims with his chest puffed out. "Knittens, Ms Onesie c'mon!"

KUMA: Pasties also looked at Superbio. That was guy was /flying/. Talk about to dedication. When she looked at Jacket, she realized that guy might be the ghost they were here for in the first place. She pulled the top of her dress away from her chest, reached her hand in, and peeled off one her sparkly pink pasties. (It matched her cosplay nicely).

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens looked at Mary and crawled out with now resupplied courage. "Alright! Chaaaarge!!" he shouted, like he could do something. Fascinator changed cosplay into Yuno Gasai as Jeokori, bored out of his mind carried Fasci next to Jacket. Headphones followed slowly as he got to the very... Intense part. The explicit cover was tame compared to the raw stuff inside. "Yo! What're you-" Fascinator blinked at the ghost before clearing his throat, "Well I'm okay! Really." Jeokori was in no mood for anything. Glaring coldly, you could almost see the rage building inside of his soul. Well, who pissed in his cheerios?

COFFINCAT: Mary took Knittens hand and he charged at the ghost , swinging around his teddy tazer like his life depended on it. His hair was puffed out from the static the bear created. He lets out a girly battle cry while running with Knittens , in hot pursuit of that ghost booty.

SUPERBIO: "I see how sinister you are! Fiend, I shall make you pay!" Superbio boomed, igniting lazer in his eyes. This hit both Fascinator and Jeokori.

[FASCINATOR: Shoots eye Lazers at anyone he's attracted to] [JEOKORI:Lazer eyes that just cause the target limb to go numb]

He turned to the others in shock and Jacket and the others looked well ready for FISTICUFFS. "You want some too? HAVE AT YOU!"

He shot his lazers at them, seeming not to see little Knittens JUST YET.

[PASTIES: Stop time, but only when you're holding your breath] [JACKET: the ability to control another person's limbs, but only through the power of dance] [TRENCHCOAT: See into the future but only all the possibilities your current decision will do]

KUMA: Pasties braced herself for the impact of the laser beam. In doing so, she subconsciously held her breath. When she opened her eyes and realized she was wasn't injured, she let out a sigh of relief, breathing normally. She did, however, notice that until she exhaled, everything seemed like it was paused.

BRIT: Jacket screamed, but it didn't hurt. He blinked and looked around. What just fucking happened??? He whipped off his jacket. "Whatevs, dude!" He shouted, "We're gonna take you out!" He felt the urge to dance with someone, but it didn't seem like a good time... But he wanted to.

KRO: Shades blinked.

(( OOC: FOR THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO FIGHT, we have our thread: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/155/ghost-superbio To new members; Please read the guide or ask a mod if you're not sure how it works! ))

EMI-DESU: Dermal, watching this hell unleashed before him from the window he was adoring his reflection in, slowly slid behind something more sturdy and started furiously taking notes.

Trenchcoat tried, shocked at the tingling that overcame him, started thinking of pushing Jacket in the way of another blast when he stopped. It was like switching through channels quickly and he could see before him the repercussions of his actions. All the death and distruction, he could see people he loved and cared about getting seriously hurt and those he could trust betraying him. All of this. All of it. He just slowly sat down on the ground and moved his hands a way from Jacket.

KUMA: Deciding not to hesitate, Pasties removed her other pasty. With a quick flourish, both of them turned into her knives.

"I can handle this one! A foe who can't hurt me will be easy to take down!"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator yells in shock at the laser but after seeing that he was fine as well as his friend, he didn't understand what happened. He was about to say something but then he felt something stir in his heart. He flashed to every time he ever felt a crush but it seemed to pass. Fasci looked around in panic before he saw a rather nice looking gentleman. He felt his heart flutter, and burning feelings of attraction as his feelings gathered together and formed a mysterious ray of light from his eyes! It struck the innocent bystander and vaporized him. Rest in peace good looking guy, may you rest in peace. Fasci was in utter shock, but another ray shot out as these feelings continued! Causing an explosion of a far off wall. Jeokori looked down at Fasciantor in shock. Seriously, could humans really do this!? Biting his lip he felt a sensation coming from his eyes as well but he won't let this ghost thing manipulate him! Headphones groaned and took of his namesake. Looks like it's time to rumble!

COFFINCAT: MJ he continues his now silent sprint and he swings his teddy as hard as he can , aiming at the ass of Superbio. Moms spankings usually hurt so he figured this would probably hurt like the dickins. He runs and he trips! Falling right on his face.

(( OOC: Just a reminder for people, here's the Combat System! It's been updated: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/100/combat-system-works ))

KUMA: With both of her knives ready, Pasties ran towards the ghost. She intended to go for some quick slashes, but noticed everything had paused around her again. Then she realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled for a moment and then took in a deeper breath. She then went to town with her quick slashes and stabs, able to get in more hits then she could have normally. With an exhale, Pasties jumped back and admired her work.

"Perfect."

MLLERMANDA: A bad time to look for ghosts.

Gauges was very sick and had to force himself to come to this convention. Something about a ghost that the angels have to hunt down. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan..." He whines to himself as he dressed up as Liang Qi from Cannan. " Out of all the days I could had been sick, it had to be during a mission, looking for a ghost." He wobbles side to side as others were busy fighting the ghost that caused trouble or seeing the scene with a superhero ghost. Gauges didn't like this and turns his head, noticing how the ghost fought. " And the worst part of all is that no one is notic-" He sneezes, " Me." And like that, hewhen he saw that, it caught his eye as he takes out his weapon, getting ready to fight even though he felt terrible and was weaker than normally. "Ey! Mr. Super Hero ghost? What you doing he-" He sneezes loudly as he drops his weapon. Stumbling around, he tries to attack the ghost.

SUPERBIO: Superbio couldn't move when she paused time and it left him with a large chunk out of him.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens politely helps Mary up and pats off the dirt. He's seen Fasci mess up enough to know what to do. But speaking of Fasci, he gawked at his cousin and asked, "Fasci did you just kill someone?!" Fascinator looked at Knittens in panic and stumbled, "No! He's just uh.... In a pocket dimension. I swear!" Knittens shook his head, at least take responsibility. But lasers?! To all of the people, the most undisciplined!? Fascinator felt his heart beating of control as more lasers shot of his eyes, unable to control how he feels. The chaos caused only because he loves too many people. {HP: 25} Headphones scratched his head as he shrugs, may as well throw Lucky Hit around. Twirling his grappling hook he swings at Superbio, the sharp ends meeting with the ghost. Looks like Lucky Hit stood true with it's name!

SUPERBIO: He turned to look at all those around him and gasped. There were so many villains, even a sick one!! He tried to fly into the air, away from them to recollect his thoughts.

"You fiends! You're using your gifts against me!" He shouted at them.

KRO: Clearly ignoring his duties, Shades pretends to just now see the chaos unfolding in the convention. He sighed as he went back to look at the wares, not wanting another ghost to ruin this con. It was the best local con, after all! Hairpin walked up to Shades, immediately recognizing the guy's dumb bird-like cosplay. "....Candy for these trying times?" he asked, handing Shades a chocolate candy.

"Thanks, granny."

"Uh, well. I'm currently an ineffective human. You gonna do anything about that?" asked Hot Pants. First of all he doesn't have an appropriate weapon due to the rules. Second of all, he had his baby with him, he's not putting the rascal in danger.

BRIT: Jacket looked at Trenchcoat in concern. Was he going to be alright...? He summoned Dual Pride and threw it toward Superbio, just nicking him. Damn! He heard music started playing over the loudspeakers and got and idea, starting to dance instead of attack. He pointed over at Trenchcoat, and watched him start to dance. "Heyyy! It works!" He laughed.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges turns his head, becoming more confused than ever on what was going on. He tries to speak to Superbio as he tries to move closer to him. He whines as he speaks, " What gifts? I want one!" He tries to swing his weapon but just drags it with him instead. " Gimme a gif-" He coughs as he takes a breather and tries to take care of himself.

EMI-DESU: Trenchcoat gets up an shouts. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME BUT I'M GONNA--" He shouted, about to run and throw a kick when his mind filled with thoughts of failure, missing and hitting the ground like a moron, people laughing. Going broke, doing illegal things. So illegal he accidentally sells his soul to a demon. His brothers cackling at him as they dragged him down to Hell. He choked back a sob and sat back down.

OSCARK9: Gloves heard some fighting going on in the convention. Maybe the others found the ghost already. "Finally some action!" Gloves runs to the scene of the fight and spotted a Superhero ghost attacking his friends. "Well if he want to fight, then here I come!" He said to himself while he spread his wing from his back and flys into the battle.

��"Alright Ghost..." He said to him while he change his gloves into Gauntlets. "Lets do this!" He shouted at him. Gloves flew towards to the ghost and punch his right hand into his abdomen.

COFFINCAT: Mary thanks him and he picks his cheek, dashing off to cut some ghost ass. He twirls his tazer and his bunny ears flow behind him. He throws it up at him and it wacks the ghost as hard as it can on the rump.

SUPERBIO: In an attempt to thwart his attackers, Superbio let out a sonic scream that would at the very least give them a small knick.

COFFINCAT: Pecks-

SUPERBIO: He took the hit from Gauntlets and shot him with a beam, giving him a terrrible superpower. [GAUNTLETS: Flying but only backwards!]

He turned to punch Mary-Janes, but stopped and took the hit when he realized he was just a child.

BRIT: Jacket sighed, picked Trenchcoat up off the floor, and started dancing again. "C'MON BUDDY. I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!" he started singing along.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens cheered for Mary and gave an encouraging thumbs-up. Jeokori grabs Fascinator, trying to prevent him from looking at people but when Fasci faces him, another laser shoots straight at him. Jeokori dodges in time but his claws suffered greatly, his four claw fingers vaporized. Looking at his declawed hand, Jeokori's adrenaline spiked and a laser shot straight at Fasci's arm, causing it to go completely limp. Fasciantor shakes his now dead arm and gulped. {HP: 22} Headphones cursed as the scream pierced his ear drums, man did he wish he had his namesake on to drown out this noise. He swung again at the ghost but it just the wall instead and got stuck.

SAIYAN: The amount of commotion going on caused Undershirt, Wristband and T.J. to look over and saw the ghost being battled by the angels. "Oh look it's Super Man" Undershirt said unconcerned as he took a seat on a bench near by.

"And you're just going to do nothing?" Wristband asked.

"Yep" Undershirt replied. "Look they've got everything under control."

T.J. looked over and saw that indeed that the Angels had the ghost on the ropes.

"Looks like they don't even need my help" he said with a cocky smile.

The three of them continued to watch the fight progress.

KUMA: Taking the sonic scream attack but not too shaken up by it, Pasties moved in for another attack. The set up seemed like everything would go according to her plan, but she forgot to inhale enough air and had to stop and breathe. Caught off guard by this, her attack missed.

She turned to look over at Jacket and Trenchcoat. "You can dance later you know!"

BRIT: "Holy shit." Duster said, watching the fight go down."Seems pretty weak. We should just go get food." He looked down at Hot Pants.

BRIT: "NO I HAVE A PLAN!" Jacket shouted at Pasties.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges takes a deep breath as he attempts once more to attack the ghost. Totally hating the ghost right now for not giving Gauge what he wants but was too passive to argue. He coughs harshly as he aims for the ghost, or at least tries too.

EMI-DESU: Suddenly, Trenchcoat couldn't control his own limbs. He felt his body moving on it's own, DANCING on it's own. He panicked slightly and looked back at Jacket, who was boogieing to the same beat.

"WHAT ARE-- YOU DOING?!" He shouted through the funky fresh beat Jacket was shrieking to.

Before he could struggle more, he felt his body lurch toward Superbio, and he punched him in the face with all of his (not really his) force. He felt the crack of his weak knuckles under his force and then crane-kicked him in the jaw.

He slumped on the floor.

COFFINCAT: MJ's cheeks turn red from Knittens encouragement and he trys again, missing! He pouts and runs, picking up his teddy. He runs back to protect Knittens.

SUPERBIO: Superbio screamed at the sudden lurching toward him-- WHAT WAS GOING ON?? He got a really hard kick to the jaw, and apparently a final slash from someone's blade. He hit the ground, almost in slow-motion...

"Curse... YOU!" He whispered from the ground, reaching his hand up before...

Exploding.

OSCARK9: "Ahh! My ears!" He said in a painful tone. Gloves was push back from the sonic scream and was hit by the beam. He blink and didn't feel anything different from that attack. He shocked his head from his confusion and tries to attack. However, instead of going forwards, his flying went backwards and went straight towards the wall. Ouch.

BRIT: "Good job, Angels!" Strappon shouted over to them, running up to the group. "Wow, that was surprisingly quick. You should work together more often..."

"Yeah, even if it was Jacket." Overshirt said, kind of in the background, "Good joooooob!"

COFFINCAT: Mary turns seeing the ghost blow up. He watches in awe and he smiles. In a fit of excitement he runs around with his teddy ," This'll be the best comic page ever!"

KUMA: The explosion was very satisfying. Pasties' weapons returned back to their previous form and she down into her dress to put them back on.

"Wow that dancing really did work, but of course my first attack was pretty great right? Like loosening up a really tight pickle jar! No need to thank me."

BRIT: "People should be back to normal, now." Jacket said, his dancing stopping, "I would have loved to keep that power..."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator's eyes finally went back to normal and went red before all the trouble he caused. Oh boy... This wasn't good at all. Jeokori stared at his hand in shock, his claws were now stumps on his left hand. He wasn't mad, just.... Horrified. Knittens cheered and hugged Mary, "You did great!!" headphones finally got Lucky Hit unstuck before realizing it was already dead. Well that was a waste of time. Oh well. Back to reading porn.

KRO: "Make up your mind. Fine, we'll go to Gouda. There's one across the road," Hot Pants looked down at Chocobo, ruffling it's feathers as he started walking towards the exit. Scratch that, the ghost exploded, he took cover by a table, not wanting his precious child getting injured. "HEY. WATCH WHERE YA BLOWING YA BITS."

Shades tapped Undershirt's shoulder, "Hey dude, which one," he asked in reference to two identical figures but each having different colors. This was important.

Hairpin looked on at the poor ghost and snapped his fingers in disappointment, "Damn. Well, at least we know that ghost wasn't worth it."

COFFINCAT: Mary has little fireworks go off in his head and he hugs Knittens back,"Y-you really t-think so?" He pulled away with the biggest smile ever.

Fox walks over with a crap ton of hentai and a body pillow. "I leave for like two seconds."

EMI-DESU: Dermal walked out clapping. "Well done! Such coordination! I didn't think Fallen Angels were capable of taking down even a weak Ghost such as that! I could have helped you, but I felt like it would be a waste of your potential." He flicked his hair again. "Good job, Angels."

MLLERMANDA: Gauges turns away as he was happy that someone killed the ghost. However, he was irritated that all these angels were getting attention which in return makes him jealous. "Those lucky angels....Hmph." He tries to sneeze at the ground but ends up sneezing on himself, messing up the outfit. "Ugh. Why me." He wobbles towards a stand where food was at and decides to stay there for now, trying to get a snack during the process.

BRIT: "Yeah, but they got quite a few Heavens for that..." Amulet snorted, crossing his arms, "What a waste."

"Sounds... Gouda to me." Duster said with a completely straight face. He walked away from Hot Pants in the direction of the restaurant.

Strappon looked over at Dermal. "You... I take back what I said about you being nice. That was really back-handed." He said, shaking his head and looking over the convention, "There's so much destruction, and people are still having fun..."

SAIYAN: Bowtie looked at her watch. "Look at that time, it's a new record" She said. Those angels managed to kill that thing nearly instantly. "All that build up for nothing. Kind of disappointing, wouldn't you agree?" she asked HP and Amulet.

"Hmmmm...the right one" Undershirt said as the ghost exploded behind him.

The others just looked at the light dissipating and the heavens raining down from the sky.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Jeokori bent his newly freed fingers, studying how they bent now and worked. Flashes of being just a boy went through his mind as he didn't know how to take this. Fascinator crept behind Jeokori and shakily apologized, "O-Oh... I'm so sorry Cho-cho,,, I didn't mean to, I swear! You're my best friend, I'd never want to hurt you-" Jeokori hugged Fasci, accepting his apology quite easily. Carrying him again he went towards the other demons, just not.... Looking at anyone. Headphones rolled his eyes at the Heavens and trots towards Fox Stole.

"Neat stuff, where'd you get it?"

OSCARK9: Gloves feels the pain from his back, but manage to stand with his legs. "Ouch! Now I know what flying towards the wall feels like." He said as he walking slowly towards a sitting booth while rubbing his back.

COFFINCAT: Fox stretches ,"Me? OH the last vendor by the corner. You should hurry if you want stuff they're packin up." She blows a gum bubble.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Headphones nods as he waltzes towards the sin. Considering a job in porn dealing since god damn these people charge top dollar. Fascinator waved at Amulet and HP meekly, still feeling guilty about what he did to Jeokori. Jeokori still did not look at anyone. Knittens replies excited, "Yeah! So cool!!"

KRO: Hot Pants kept leading, only to stop abruptly to hit Duster on the arm, "I swear." How dare he pun to him.

"I agree with the both of you," Hairpin said, "Anyways, I want to get rid of this candy basket, so I'm gonna hand this off to the Angels. Unless the two of you want to keep it for yourselves." Seeing a hand being waved in their general direction, Hairpin pointed at the three of them to make sure Fascinator was referring to them.

Shades nodded and payed the clerk, "You have good taste in colors, just needed a second opinion."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator nods as he tapped Jeokori to walk towards them, he joked a little flustered, "Lack luster ghost guys, but uh... interesting side effects." Jeokori finally began to accept his trimmed nails as he now started to appreciate how handy hands were. Neat. But he finally faced other people so that was nice. Today wasn't a good day for him, so excuse the sour expression.

COFFINCAT: Mary giggles and holds his teddy close , " You think my moms gonna believe my adventures today? " he happily twerls around.

Heels had sneakily recorded the fight and of course posted it on twitter, freakin worldstar kinda shit these days. She walks down the sidewalk, her body guards in random locations watching her.

SAIYAN: "I can taste the rainbow Shades" Undershirt said. The best comeback

"Yeah, I'll take candy" Bowtie said. "I need something sweet in my house. Unless Amulet wants some."

TIMERIFTS: Onesie looked at the two friends, feeling herself heat up. She was not happy about this new development "Hey, uh I gotta go. You know convention stuff" she flashed a smile before scurrying to her feet and making off so she wouldn't have to deal with this situation. She didn't like sharing and Knittens was her friend, and she wasn't going to deal with that.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was pumped and he remarks, "I hope mine does!- Onesie? Hey wait! I can join you! I'll be quieter I swear! Is it the shoe thing?!" He chased after Onesie, not getting those 'I don't want to see you' hints.

KRO: Hairpin shrugged, "Well, it wasn't ours. If we managed to tame it before it went on the offensive, it could have lasted a little longer."

"Haha, real funny," Shades crossed his arms, "What are you, the skittles guy now?"

Before Hot Pants could open the door to the exit, it burst open. Policemen entered the scene like swarming flies with one in particular pointing his finger like a gun. As if that can do damage. "ALRIGHT, WHAT'S THE EMERGENCY!" All the policemen including Necktie, the one sticking his finger out, looked for any signs of a scuffle but... everything appeared to be normal. How embarrassing.

"Oh...Uh. Wow. This was less destruction than from last time..."

MLLERMANDA: Gauges eats his snack lazily as he eventually goes to the bathroom for the moment to change back into his normal clothes."Hmph. Maybe someone will notice me." He notices some strangers who were with the bathroom with him and tries to get thier attetion by flanuting at them. "Like what you se--" However he accidently coughs on to them and they get disgusted, leaving the scene. "Crap." He gets out of the bathroom after trying to fix himself up with some tissues or in this case, toilet paper. He coughs and sniffles the whole way as he heads back to a bench that was at the corner of the convention. "Maaaan, today suckkkkkkksss." He whines to himself as he sneezes some more. Once, he did that he lays on the bench, trying to get some sleep. However, he hears the policemen and tries to turn his head, trying to see what was going on but quits. "FML." He whines to himself as he snuggles himself up, trying to get some sleep.

BRIT: "Well I hope the next ghost is more... I dunno, fun?" Jacket asked, looking at the other Angels."WELL NOW I CAN BUY MERCH!"

Amulet took the entire bowl. "Thanks." He said, stuffing a handful in his mouth.

Duster was a little shocked at the sudden influx of cops past himself and Hot Pants... Hoo boy.

"Can we help you, officers?" Strappon asked, "It's been a while since we've seen you here. Thanks for coming by, but we've got it handled." He kinda liked being cheeky.

COFFINCAT: Mary he laughs and he tilts his head, his smile fading as Knittens left. He frowns and looks down at his teddy , walking off to the booth of plushies. Ouchy.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie shrugged "Oh you don't have too!" she smiled sweetly, waving at him, even though she wanted to clench her teeth and make a scene "Keep being happy with your new friend, it's okay~" she giggled "Not the shoe thing don't worry. Hey they are leaving, they look pretty bummed out, better go save them!!" she shrugged, she should find red to talk about this weird feeling in her tummy, dad would know what to do.

KUMA: "Yeah the con isn't over yet and I still want to look around!" Pasties agreed. "Let's keep going then."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fasci just hoped they don't discover he killed a person, hopefully it'll be like last time where they had no evidence. Fascinator didn't need to be threatened with jail time. He kinda got a phobia of cops since... The incident. He snuggled closer to Jeokori and the alien seemed to get the idea as he protectively held him closer. Seriously, did they have a thing for each other or...? Knittens was out of breathe as he looked at both of them. If he couldn't even vote for the president, he is not choosing friends. Swallowing his spit, he grabs Onesie's arm and drags her to Mary and announces, "We should have fun at the con as a group! C'mon I think they have the space cartoon I like, you know the one right Onesie?"

KRO: "I gotta give you guys props for not destroying the place like last time..." Necktie admitted. "ALRIGHT MEN. DISPERSE." And as quick as they appeared, they disappeared. Into the day. Like majestic eagles.

This was too much for Hot Pants, he just wanted to eat, "Ugh. Let's just GO."

Hairpin snickered a little at Amulet, "Well I'm glad you guys like my candy. If you want, Bowtie, I can make you another bucket? Like just give me like a couple of bucks and we got a deal."

COFFINCAT: Mary was pretty shocked when onesie was dragged over too."W..we should?" He looked down at his teddy, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was the awkward boner in the room. " Um..I-if you want to..." You could cut through that uncomfortable atmosphere with a dull plastic spork.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie flashed him a smile "Oh yeah, if that's what knittens thinks we should do" she did her best to not show how salty she was "Yeah let's go find that cartoons booth, an extra set of eyes couldn't hurt!!" she exclaimed, lowkey throwing glares at knittens, hoping no one would notice. She Really hated sharing

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens dragged both of them around, oblivious to the fact that this was just a not so good time. Dear god, please let this end not in blood. Fascinator spotted Knittens and the uh... Scary atmosphere. Calling out to his younger cousin, "Hey Knittens! Cufflink is gonna picks us up soon! So maybe say good bye to your friends (?)" Knittens nods and waves good bye to both of them; smiling happy and saying that he'd like to hang out with them again. how could this child just not get the message? They all walked out of the con where Cufflink begrudgingly drove them all home.

COFFINCAT: Mj he waves goodbye to Knittens and he makes his teddy wave too. " Bye Knittens!" He smiled a little bit. He looked up at onesie and he backed away a little bit. "U-um.."

TIMERIFTS: "Byee!!" she exclaimedOnesie waved to knittens as he left, then turned to MJ "It was nice meeting you, What's your teddies name?" she asked, being the best fake nice our there.

OSCARK9: "Well, that was fun." He said to himself. "Even though that was epic, I'm going home early and get my 9 hrs nap." Gloves slowly got up from the sitting booth, walked to the nearest food stand to order some Vanilla Milkshake, got his 'Ash-Greninja with Ash' shirt, call the cab, and off he went back to the Abbey.

COFFINCAT: "Nice..meeting you too I guess.." MJ hugs his teddy close to him. "It's Mommy's love.." he moved away from her. "M- Ms Onesie..if you um..don't like me..you don't have to pretend.." He said quietly.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie nodded "Ohh nice! Very cute" she smiled at him "Oh no see I just don't do well with sharing. I have no issue with you as a person" she shrugged, leaning in closer to him "wanna go check out the convention? I spent a long time working on this costume and it would be a shame if it went to waste hmm? I'm sure you put a lotta effort into yours as well"

COFFINCAT: Mary manages to make the cutest 'really bitch?' face possible. "But Knitten's is my friend too.." he pouts and squeezes his teddy, moving away. " And I think I'll be just f-fine on my own Ms. Onesie..enjoy your con!" Mj bows and basically drops the mic of the conversation.

TIMERIFTS: Onesie kept a smile throughout the whole thing "Oh if that's what you'd like" she shrugged "Oh that's nice" she turned, then skipped away after MJ had finished "Have fun!! See you around" she turned back "call me if you need anything though, protecting innocents is what I do as an angel" she waved sweetly before turning to go find some stuffed animals

COFFINCAT: Fox watched in the bushes, softly whispering, " Yo you just got told by a twelve year old fetus!"

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Frozen the Musical - My Act Two Thoughts

Sorry this has been such a long time coming. Been a crazy week! But, without further ado, here are my thoughts from Act Two!

Act One Thoughts: Here

- So. Act Two opens with a little ditty called “Hygge” (pronounced HUE-ga). And when I say little, I mean it’s an almost 10 minute long explosion of nonsense. Friends... I hope you’ve enjoyed life without having this song stuck in your head 24/7/365. It is the ear worm to own all ear worms.

- The number starts with Oaken casually walking in through the audience, which made everyone go nuts. Kevin Del Aguila gets the accent down PAT... he sounds legit exactly like the movie.

- I will also say that when this number started, I was 100% not convinced. I thought it would be campy, silly, and totally ridiculous. And it was, but in the best way.

- It starts off with just Oaken, but then we meet his family, nude in the sauna (which is in the corner of the stage and they just kind of pop their heads out). Then our crew enters... There’s a really cute part where every time Anna opens the door, the sauna crew pops their head out and sings. Oaken explains that they need Hygge and Anna jumps right in on the fun, ditching Kristoff’s clothes for a towel. We then see the ENTIRE ENSEMBLE spill out of the “sauna” in clown car fashion (hilarious). We get a drinking song. Kristoff is unamused (what else is new) and he interrupts to inform that “a future that’s cold and dead and bleak” is not, in fact, hygge. Anna gets her signature winter gear, and off they go.

- BUT NOT BEFORE WE GET THE ENTIRE ENSEMBLE ONSTAGE IN NUDE BODY SUITS WITH LEAVES COVERING THEIR BITS. I’ll just let that sink in for a moment. The choreography here is BRILLIANT. Hard to describe, but they move the leaves around so that they’re covering themselves, each other, etc., there’s a kick line... it’s insane.

- With that insanity out of the way, we move to the ice castle. This scene remains largely unchanged from the movie, including the flashback of Elsa hitting Anna with her magic - the young girls come back out. One thing that is a bit different is that Elsa tells Anna that the mark in her hair was given to her because of the accident and that she almost killed her.

- Caissie and Patti play off of each other so well in the reprise of For the First Time in Forever, and Caissie’s voice SOARS on the last note.

- Unlike the movie, Elsa acknowledges Kristoff when he comes in as Anna is hit. She tells him to help Anna climb back down the mountain. A nice touch, I thought.

- And then we have the scene where Elsa makes the gang leave. Obviously, there’s no giant snow monster (RIP Marshmallow, I miss you). What we get instead is... some projections on a screen? The music and lighting are very dramatic, but I’m not 100% sure what actually happened. Did Elsa just like... blizzard them off the mountain? Idk. I’d like to see this get a bit more specific.

- The projection screen goes up at this point and we see Olaf in pieces... begin “When Everything Falls Apart”. Anna picks up his head... at this point, Patti is operating the puppet. A few moments later, his butt starts rolling around the stage until Anna accidentally chucks his head offstage... at which point he comes back on as usual.

- Omg I almost forgot. This song also has one of my favorite lines in the entire show, courtesy of Olaf: “one arm has flown off, and another’s in the grass, I’ve got one foot in my mouth, and the other in my aaaaaaaaaaaaa...bdomen.” Reminded me of “here’s my daughter, she has aaaaaaaa... wonderful disposition!” from BOM. Thanks, Bobby Lopez.

- The only thing that confuses me here is that it’s awfully sudden that Kristoff is an optimist... but I’ll let it slide because this song is cute AF.

- The song ends... except they then come back onstage and start to sing that they went the wrong way. Cute.

- We then see the Duke, Hans, and co trying to find Elsa via the bridge. Nothing really of note here - filler scene.

- Time for the trolls not trolls! We still get the “he’s crazy” scene because Kristoff has to chant to summon them, which made me happy. It’s cute - Olaf makes a remark about how it’s been a short life but a good one.

- Fixer Upper has more of a... tribal feel now, I guess? Not sure how to describe it. There’s even a dance break where we get to see Kristoff join in the fun with his family. Jelani dancing = heart eyes.

- Kristoff’s Lullaby. Dear. Lord. I wanted a lovey Kristanna duet, but I think this is better. Kristoff places Anna on a stretcher type thing and covers her with her cape, and a blanket. I’m assuming everyone reading this has also read the lyrics because it has like a bajillion notes at this point, but omg. The feels are SO REAL, guys. “You’re what I know about love”, but by that point she’s asleep. RIP ME. Thanks, Lopezes! I’m emotional again.

- Monster. THIS SONG. Far and away my favorite of the new stuff... probably because it’s a little dark, but that’s exactly what Elsa’s feeling. I know there’s already talk about them toning down the “would the world be better off without me” feels, but I really hope they don’t. I love that we’re getting a more in depth look at what Elsa’s feeling, and that despite this being a Disney musical, it’s DARK. That’s how life is... particularly if you’ve just cast your land into an eternal winter and possibly fatally hurt your sister.

- Let’s talk about Elsa’s costume here. It’s a pale blue, tattered and torn dress with very few sparkles, and she’s not wearing shoes. I get what they’re going for here - the dress/her magic is reflecting her mental state - but I’m not sure I like it? It was more of a distraction than anything else, and she’s in it for the rest of the show until curtain call. Meh. There’s gotta be a better way to do this.

- This is also when the guards come in to attack Elsa. She makes ice shards pop out of the floor, and they spin, which is REALLY cool.

- Caissie’s voice here is RIDICULOUS. Just insane. She could not be more perfect. Fight me.

- A lot of people have messaged me asking if they still capture her in the iron mitts. No, they do not. After the last note of Monster, we get a blackout, and after that, she’s being dragged forward by two of the guards. Hans orders her to be returned to Arendelle, and that’s about the end of that.

- Kristoff then returns Anna to the castle. It’s just as heartbreaking as in the movie. More feels, hooray!

- Hans’s betrayal. Hoooooly shit, I didn’t think it could get more cringey, but then he gloats in SONG FORM! And not only that, but it’s the same song he used to woo her earlier in the show, but in a creepy minor key. Rough times.

- Ready for your heart to be ripped out of your chest a bit more? Good, because it’s time for Anna to sing True Love. This song... ugh. It’s so beautiful, and the lyrics are GUTTING. She talks about how she’s been alone in this room before, and that she knows this loneliness and cold, but she always believed true love would save her... and here she is. “I was looking for a fairytale, and dove headfirst into his. Turns out you can’t find love if you don’t know what it is.” WTF BOBBY AND KRISTEN?!?!

- Not to worry though, because Olaf is here to save the day! Again, this scene is pretty much word for word from the movie.

- Time for “Colder By The Minute”. This is basically the blizzard scene from the movie. In a nutshell - Hans explains that Anna is dead, but they said their marriage vows. He’s now in charge. He orders the queen be brought forward, and he sentences her to death. To which (obviously) Elsa freaks out and somehow basically blasts the guards holding her back and she escapes. What follows is a chaotic scene that involves Elsa running, Kristoff looking for Anna, Anna looking for Kristoff, and Hans looking for Elsa.

- The freezing scene! I’ve also been asked about this a bunch, and I’ll try to explain it as best I can. Basically, the ensemble is in white coats. As the scene progresses, we see Anna’s cape get progressively more silver and sparkly. We see Hans draw his sword. Anna makes the decision to save her sister, and with the help of some projections, turns completely silver. The ensemble is behind her in a sort of formation that goes from her height down to the ground, and they also turn into ice via projection. Again... really hard to explain, but it’s VERY cool. Hans is basically forced to jump backwards as his sword hits Anna.

- Then Elsa cries and just... ouch. Enough with the pain, guys. Enough.

- We know how the story goes at this point. Love will thaw, the day is saved! As Anna unfreezes, so does the ensemble - they’ve somehow managed to replace her cape AND her wig at this point (?! I have no idea!), and they also shed their white coats as Elsa unfreezes the town (and the proscenium which is still my favorite part).

- Kristoff at this point is like “You’re alive... you’re amazing.” And I died. And then the kiss... SO cute. Anna does a little fist pump and it’s adorable.

- Anna clocking Hans... MORE satisfying than the movie. Bless.

- After that, we get our finale. The sisters get to talk (sing) a bit about how they’ve always had true love. The youngins and Agdar + Iduna come out to start the reprise of Love Is An Open Door that I was so desperately hoping they’d keep from the DCA production because I love that they get to reclaim that song for themselves. And that open doors are now a thing, because well... you know. The entire cast ends up on a turntable that spins around so you get to see everyone, which was very cool and got applause both nights.

- TBH, I think the finale is a SMIDGE underwhelming for such a grand show. I’m not sure what they could do to make it bigger, but it just kind of suddenly happens and is just... not enough? As I was leaving the first night, I actually passed two members of the creative team in their box and they were talking about the end, so I’d expect to see this change a bit.

- Right at the very end, Anna and Elsa do the little “We Know Better” handshake that they did at the beginning of the show. PERFECT touch.

So... there you have it! I’m hoping to continue getting my hands on audios so I can keep tabs on all the updates as they happen. It’s so fun to watch a show grow and develop right before our eyes. They’ve got an incredible base to work with, and it’s only going to get better. I can’t wait to see this take off in NYC. You can see the blood, sweat, and tears that have been put into this production with every note, and I’m so excited to see it pay off. See you in NYC, Frozen! <3

#frozen the musical #frozen #disney #musical #musical theater

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newsiegirlscout · 7 years

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Nerdsitting

Tagging time! As well as explaining what the heck I’m doing with this mess of a fanfiction! Yeah!

@vizivoir, Special delivery! (They asked to be tagged so as not to miss it, and tagged they will be!)

@sugarandmemories, I may or may not have borrowed your Melvin’s insomnia, neglectful parents ((Yeah, guys. In the books, they actually were there, they just didn’t pay much attention to him. He even switches off the “Dramatic Effects” on the Combine-o-Tron so as not to wake them up.)), and slight eating disorder. Ahaha..the chance was too good to pass up. Please don't sue. :) ;)

As for what I’m doing, I don’t really know. It’s fluff. It has George and Harold subliminally taking care of Melvin...you know, making him eat something, cheering him up when he’s down, getting him off that good ol’ polyphastic sleep schedule. Ergo, Nerdsitting. Enjoy!

Melvin Sneedly had just wanted to pick up the latest issue of Scientific American at the Hobnobs Comix Shop downtown before the quality deteriorated or the magazines sold out. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently, according to the universe, it was.

When a bald, portly man wearing nothing but his underwear and a red polka-dotted cape fell out of the sky and dropped to one knee, Melvin completely lost his train of thought and instead decided to take a tentative step back. On the man’s back, two of the more mischievous students in his class beamed back at him, giving a polite wave.

“Hey, Melvin!” George chimed.

“Do you always greet people this way?” He wheezed, slamming one hand to his chest in shock.

“What, ‘Hey’ and then his name? Dude, is this a trick question?” Harold said softly, tugging George’s shirt.

“I think he means on the back of a superhero wearing nothing but his underwear and a polka-dotted red cape.” the boy responded. Climbing off, he gestured regally to the caped crusader, followed closely by his best friend.

“Melvin, this is Captain Underpants. You may remember him from that time you tried to rid the entire school of laughter.” George said. Captain Underpants stood up and gave a happy “thumbs-up” at his cue.

“Anyway. We thought we’d stop by. Didn’t think we’d see you at the comic store! What’cha getting?” Harold added.

Taking another step back, Melvin clutched the strap of his backpack instinctively before responding.

“I was just going to see if I could acquire the latest copy of Scientific American before it sold out...but now, I think I’ll go home and take my chances tomorrow.”

“Ah, that’s a shame, young nemesis,” Captain Underpants chimed in, “For my amiable sidekicks and I might provide delightful company in your education! Why, they themselves have documented several episodes of my life in this praiseworthy format!”

“You mean the comic books they sell on the playground, in which I tend to be frequently incriminated as some sort of nerdy villain against laughter?”

“Sidekicks! You didn’t tell me that you knew the one and only Anti-Humor boy personally!” he gasped excitedly. “Will you sign my cape?” he said to Melvin with a slight bounce.

Melvin shrugged and produced a black Sharpie from his pocket, much to the delight of the hero. Walking around him, he wrote out “Anti-Humor boy” in his careful cursive, then patted the delighted captain on his back.

“Now, off to Dumb Stupid Nerd Jail for you!” he cheered, hooking his fingers into the startled scientist’s neckband.

“Captain Underpants! Melvin...received time off for good behavior! He’s totally cool now!” George blurted in a panic, pressing the side of his sneaker into his ample stomach as if he were trying to stop a wild colt. To Melvin, he added, “Sorry, man. You..wanna come hang out with us for a while? We have a tree house!”

“It’s a pretty cool tree house.” Harold added, cracking a grin.

“Ummm...yeah, I still think I’ll pass. Call me again when I’m in the mood for getting made fun of for a full hour or two.” he said, walking off.

“Aww, Melvin, don’t be like that! Isn’t your house like, two miles away, anyway? We can totally give you a ride to the amazing Tree House Comix Inc., you can chill with us, spend a few hours playing Tetris or drawing nerd comics or something, and then we could take you back home!” Harold explained, hastily putting brown, white, and light orange button-eyed socks on his hands and right foot respectively to illustrate his vision. (The tangerine sock, Melvin noted, even sported a sported a tiny black bow tie and ginger woolen hair.)

“Or,” he continued as George gave Melvin a look that seemed to reveal that Harold had drawn out points with improvised sock puppetry before, “You could get your magazine and go back home.” The light orange sock puppet, to Melvin’s amusement, switched places with Harold, tucked a tiny bubblegum comic that he supposed was supposed to be the four hundred and fifty-third issue of Scientific American under his cotton arm and left, leaving sock puppet George and Harold giving each other blank expressions.

“You’d want to read it as soon as possible, but put it in your bag so you wouldn’t walk in front of a bus or something, and then you’d walk two sad endless miles without a friend, sadly listening to-you were listening to music, right?-sad music as you trudged home. Sadly.”

To emphasize this point, Harold took an extra few steps away from Captain Underpants for some unknown reason, then poured a miniature watering can over a dejected sock puppet Melvin, accompanied by a melancholy classical tune from his phone.

“And then you’d get home,”

The music stopped and the watering can was thrown to the side.

“Read the magazine, and die of sadness and boredom, and that’s why you need to hang out with us and have a ton of fun today!”

Melvin smiled slightly and shook his sock puppet counterpart’s hand.

“Deal.”

“To the Underwear Cave!” Captain Underpants cheered, kneeling down again.

“He means to our tree house.” Harold whispered, swinging back onto the superhero’s back and offering his hand to Melvin, who took it gratefully.

On the ride back, George and Harold filled him in on everything.

“Okay, so..Captain Underpants can’t get water on his head. Don’t ask.”

“He’s also a total goofball and wants to fight crime whenever possible. As in, if you have five extra minutes, he’ll be convinced that there’s some sort of crime going on somewhere. And there usually is...it’s kinda like how the little kid summoned all the demons to the hotel with his sixth sense in that one movie? Yeah, like that.”

“You okay, Melvin? You look a little freaked out...I know, the first ride is always a bit weird. You ever jumped out a window and slid down a lamppost before?”

“Why would I ever have done that? I mean...Oh no. Don’t tell me that you two have done that. Scratch my last question, how many times did you do that?”

“Um...a lot?” Harold laughed nervously, “Uh...do you wanna text your parents, let ‘em know you’re at our place?”

“They’re working late at the lab all week. Ciana and I are left to fend for ourselves, I’m afraid.”

“Oh. I see. Well, that’s great, because we’re already here!” Harold said, giving another flourish to the tree house. Several mechanisms were affixed to various places, presumably meant to help one scale the tree in a much more complicated way than necessary.

“How fast does Captain Underwear fly, exactly? Because this seems less like coincidence that we landed right now, and more like lazy writing on the author’s part.” Melvin said, adjusting his bow tie.

“Yeah...she does that. Consider your flight twice as fast with the right dialogue!” Harold said, ably climbing up the wooden steps, followed closely by George, then Melvin. Once inside, Harold excitedly pointed out the sleeping bags, mini fridge, comic gallery, television, and gaming system.

“Oh...wow.” Melvin responded, his hazel eyes flashing with jubilee.

“So...what’cha wanna do?”

“Well, you wouldn’t happen to have a deck of cards around, would you?”

George cocked his head, surprised by the ginger’s simple request. “Um..yeah, we have cards!” he said, withdrawing a deck from his pocket, “I should warn you though, I hold a pretty tight spot as Go Fish champion.”

“Oooh, Billy’s pretty good at Concentration, too.” Harold added.

“Do either of you know how to play poker? I mean, not necessarily for gambling reasons, but...” he paused to withdraw a small drawstring sack from his bag, pulling the cord and tipping it over the floor to reveal a shimmering stream of chocolate coins, a small confectionery fortune by his feet, “for chocolate coins?”

“Awww, bro! This is probably the best thing you’ve ever done! No offense, I just...didn’t think you’d go for gambling and stuff. Even fake gambling. Or chocolate. Orrrr fun.” Harold said, his voice dropping off as he twisted his hands against his shirt.

A week before his third-grade graduation, Melvin looked up from his book to see a group of children in the cafeteria trading candy cigarettes. “Hey! You four are violating Rule #7,438: Section Five: ‘Smoking of cigarettes on campus is strongly prohibited! Note: Even if they aren’t lit! Note: Even if they’re candy cigarettes!’ I’m telling!”

“Awww, man.” They said, tucking the packs into their lunchboxes dejectedly.

*****

“Well, I’m up for it in any case.” Harold responded, “I’m also about to go get a sandwich-either of you two want one?”

“I’ll take one!” George said, fanning out the deck, “I’m starving!”

Melvin politely declined, earning a look of confusion from both of the troublemakers. The truth was, in fact, that he had been so caught up with his studies that he hadn’t eaten in days; even when he and his sister ordered dinner, he would take a slice of pizza up to his room, then generally put it on top of a bookshelf, forget about it, and leave it for Danderella. At school, he never so much forgot his lunch as the desire to eat it; every time since Monday, he had felt a peculiar weight in his stomach, telling him to stuff it in his locker, to give it to somebody else, just to continue with his extra-credit assignments. That was the important thing, most of all-the extra credit was worth it, worth the fatigue and distorted rhythm of his perfected order to life, worth the trembling in his legs, all for the extra plus on his A’s, the smiles on his teachers’ faces, the extra cache he relied on when he stuttered during an oral report or rushed his penmanship in a five-page essay, earning him a docked half-point or so.

Besides, eating was a waste of time that could be better dedicated to his research.

Still, Harold came back a few minutes later carrying an extra dish between the two in his hands, the rim meticulously balanced on the edges of the other two. Propping one knee under the paper plates, he passed out the sandwiches to all three of them in turn.

“For Monsieur George”, he said, faking a French accent, “Your peanut butter and gummy worm sandvich, vith cold can of ze finest Mountain Dew, as well as light side of chips.”

“Why, Mr. Hutchins, this is a rather delightful spread.” George said, feigning the voice of a luxuriously wealthy diner in a black-and-white film.

“And for Monsieur Melvin, ve have ze freshly pressed grilled cheese sandvich vith Dr. Pepper and chips. How do you like?”

Melvin took the tray and aligned the neatly cut sandwich to a more aesthetically pleasing angle relative to the soda and Doritos bag. “Oh, uh..thanks for the sandwich I didn’t actually ask for?”

Harold broke out of his waiter impression for a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t explain this one. It’s a goofy tradition we have- you have to respond in a fancy accent.”

Melvin nodded slightly, then replied in a Russian voice, “Okay, I get it now. But my waitering friend, I have not placed an order!”

“Ah, vell, I fear ve have made an extra sandvich anyhow. So..you might as well take it, compliments of ze Tree House Gahden-Gahdens.”

He grinned and sat down at his place, carefully arranging his hand of cards and setting down his own tuna salad-chocolate chip-miniature marshmallow sandwich with Sprite and Fritos.

Melvin took a bite of the sandwich, and it tasted like...well, like a regular grilled cheese sandwich, but like something more at the same time. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Did you use oregano in this?”

Harold winked, swallowing a bite of his own lunch before speaking. “Original Hutchins recipe.”

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“So, Melvin...do you have a hobby besides Science-y stuff and card games?” George asked.

“I make papercraft modules, play World of Warcraft, collect little tin cars, alphabetize everything, sort laundry by color in rainbow order, lightest to darkest...lots of stuff. Why?” he asked.

“Eh. Just seeing if you do anything cool. Which you don’t.”

“What?”

George shrugged. “I call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

“O-kay...so, what do you two do for fun, besides card games, getting into trouble, and making comics?”

“Not much. Mostly just laugh at silly stuff and hang out in the club house. Skateboarding. Watching TV. Playing video games. That sort of thing.”

“How did you hook a television up to your club house?”

“Oh, it’s pretty interesting, actually!” Harold interjected, “You see, Mr. Beard built the basic layout, but one summer we actually earned so much money from odd jobs that we bought a second-hand television from somewhere, screwed a power outlet to the underside of the house, and hooked it up ourselves! Creative thinking, huh?”

“Mm-hmm..” Melvin said distractedly. “You two realize we’ve spent four and a half hours playing card games, video games, and goofing off?”

“Welcome to summer vacation, genius!” he said, nudging the scientist in the shoulder.

“Yeah..but it’s a two-hour walk back to my house, and given the time-” he paused to gesture to the hands on his watch cocked at 10:28-”I should probably start heading back. So, if you’ll excuse me-” he started to climb down the wooded steps of the tree house- “I’ll go. Thanks for having me over.”

“Hang on!” Harold said, jumping off the top platform, grabbing one of the sturdier branches, and gently sliding down to the grass, “I’ll ask my dad to give you a ride! We’ve never seen your house anyway-is it like, a mansion or something?”

George straddled the rope of the tire swing and slid down, remaining on top of the tire. “Yeah, maybe it’s a science lab! Or an apartment!”

Harold looked at his black-haired friend peculiarly.

“How is an apartment interesting?”

“It could be a nice apartment!” he retorted. “Or maybe one with a ton of secret passageways and a chocolate chandelier!”

“I live in a pretty boring house, you two.” Melvin chuckled softly, “Though of course, I wouldn’t decline a ride, if it wouldn’t bother your parents too much.”

“Oh yeah, no! Not at all!” George responded, running inside and reemerging with his father, who ruffled Melvin’s hair with only a slight bit of annoyance not directed at him, but rather, at being interrupted while he was reading his favorite novel. (And he’d just gotten to the good part, too.)

“So, you’re the Sneedly kid who needs a ride, right?”

“Yes, sir. I apologize for bothering you this late, just-”

“Well, there’s no need to apologize, little fella! My son says you live way out of this neighborhood, is this true?”

“Well, yes, you could say that.” he responded, fingering the edge of his pressed sweater.

“May I ask for your address?”

“It’s 1123 Wilson Way, sir.”

“Oh, okay! Well then, you boys buckle up for the Beardmobile! Harold, do you want a ride home too?”

The blond giggled slightly at the question, almost involuntarily. “Yes, Mr. Beard. Thank you!”

############

He had expected the trip to be awkward, that he’d be staring at his hands the whole way until George’s father let him off, but after forty-five minutes of conversation, Melvin found that he didn’t mind it so much after all.

When they finally stopped at the address, the mischief-making duo stepped out after him, each giving some sort of salute to their chauffeur.

“Are you two planning to move in?” Melvin asked bemusedly, “ Because I’m not sure you quite fit the...atmosphere.”

In unison, George and Harold both bowed deeply to the ginger, acting the part of a high-class attendant.

“Vy, Mr. Sneedly, ve came as escorts to see your fancy house!” George said, faking the second faux French accent and hooking his arm in Melvin’s.

“It is the least ve could do for a friend in need at-” Harold said, taking the boy’s skinny wrist gently in his hands and glancing at his watch-”11:15 at night!”

Melvin rolled his eyes and smiled.

“ Vous êtes deux fous. Je suis honoré d'être considéré comme votre ami.”

“...I have no idea what you just said.”

#########

Up in his bedroom, the boys dropped their arms and simultaneously dropped to one knee, giving an over-dramatic grand sweeping gesture.

“Your room, Mr. Sneedly?” Harold said, cracking a grin.

“Yes, yes, you have both been fine escorts. Now please, leave so I may continue research.” he said, in imitation of a wealthy person while struggling not to smile.

“Ah, but school starts at like, 6:00 AM! Surely, you’d want to get more than forty minutes of sleep tonight?”

“I’m not even going to ask how you got my polyphastic sleep schedule down.”

“Tough luck, sport.” George said, doing a bad impersonation of his father, “The, um, school code or something says that even crazy mad scientists with flammable chemicals and miniature robots have to sleep longer than the car ride it took to get here.”

“Yeah, and if you don’t, then...uh..we’re going to hypnotize you!” Harold said, his thumb rubbing his bare index finger instinctively.

“What? Bro, we might accidentally turn him into Doctor Octopus or something!” George whispered.

“Yeah, he already did that. Remember that Octopus-robot thing he had a while back? Good point, though.” Harold whispered back.

“Sooooo you’re both going to stay..in my room...while your dad waits outside...until I go to sleep?” Melvin asked.

“Yup! We can even give you a mild dose of sleeping powder if you’re going to be all stubborn and stuff!” Harold chuckled.

“Either you broke into the White House or the stuff you have doesn’t work. And I’m going to guess you-”

Harold tore open a waxy paper packet, shook the contents into his palm, and blew it gently towards the boy, who stood his ground rambling about the homeostatic process and cytokines while visibly becoming more exhausted as he spoke. Before long, he fell asleep on the spot, and the ten-year-old bit his lower lip and pressed his hand against his heart.

“Awww, he looks so adorable when he’s asleep!” he murmured softly.

“Did you just drug Melvin? Because, I know this is a bit hippo-critic-y, but we could probably get in a lot of trouble for that.”

“Nah, it’s corn starch. But since we told him it was sleeping powder, it actually worked-I think that’s called the Placenta effect.’’

Turning to George, he rattled off instruction with surprising authority.

“Alright. You, get his shoulders, and I’ll get his feet. We’ll lift on three..”

Together, they tucked him under the oddly-unwrinkled sheets, George taking off his glasses and propping them up on his nightstand as an afterthought before they ran downstairs beaming and jumped into the “Beardmobile”.

“Did we just nerd-sit?” Harold laughed.

“Yeah...I think we did!” George responded, holding out his fist expectantly.

“Nerdsitting.” The two said once more, fingers dancing in the cool night air as they pulled apart.

FIN!

Haha, sorry for another Author’s Note down here. Just wanted to point out, that, if anyone was wondering, Melvin’s French translates roughly to “You’re both fools. I’m honored to be considered your friend.”

Pandafish!

#cu #captain underpants #melvin sneedly #george beard #harold hutchins #guys forgive me for just like #sending the captain off to fight crime midway through #also please pay no mind to the minifridge when Harold hands out drinks #okay?#umm #no ships please #and uh #panda panda panda

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rionebuys · 7 years

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The meeting (chapter 3)

"Sir we've landed." A voice awoke Daniel from his nap on the plane. He opened his eyes and looked out the window, it was still light. He had arrived in Cape Town, in time for the recital. It's been years since he had a nap or any proper sleep for that matter. But at this very moment Daniel felt very much awake. He looked up and made contact with Travis. Nodding he stood up. "Thank you Travis." Daniel said as he exited his private jet. As he started walking down the plane's steps, he took a deep breath of the salty but refreshing air. He loved the beach, ever since he was a kid, the beach was just calming. Much like music, you could leave your problems there and just fade. Travis opened the door for Daniel to his SUV and Daniel got settled in the back seat. As they drove Daniel couldn't help but keep his eyes on the horizon where the sun was closing in to meet the ocean. It was a truly beautiful sight to see. His phone pinged and buzzed but he paid no attention, this was breath taking, the ocean was beautiful and calm today. Arriving at the hotel, both Daniel and Travis exited the car, took their bags and went inside the hotel. It was not your typical glitz and clam hotel. It was just an ordinary four star hotel that looked extremely comfy and homey. All browns and white but beautifully decorated. Daniel made his was to reception, Travis following his every step. "Hi, two rooms under Bowman please." The receptionist nodded her head getting their room keys along with papers to sign. Daniel checked it taking the keys from her with a friendly smile. Walking towards Travis he handed him his key. "I want to take a quick shower and I'm sure you do as well. Let's meet back here in twenty minutes?" Daniel asked Travis. Travis nodded. "Yes sir." Daniel nodded taking his suitcase and walking towards the elevator, pressing the button for the second floor. Stepping out of the elevator as soon as the doors open on the second floor, Daniel walked down the hallways in search for his room. Opening the door to room 215, he stepped in closing the door behind him. The room itself was very beautiful, all a dark brown wood color, wooden floors, white couches in front of a TV, kitchen on your right open planned and same color as the floors, to your right you get the one bed room with an- suite. On the left side of his bed was a small balcony. Daniel immediately opened the doors and looked at the view. It was perfect, a view of both the city and ocean. Daniel took a few minutes just to observe before retreating to the bathroom getting ready. Daniel couldn't help but wonder where his future laid. Would he also have a loving family like his sister has? Would he find a beautiful wife whom he could call his own? Would it be soon? Or maybe in the next five years? Oh he hoped not that long. Daniel shook his head and let out a dry laugh as he fixed his tie in the mirror. He was dressed to impress, a black Armani suit with a white dress shirt and elegant black tie, his light brown hair was perfectly styled as a comb over. For a last touch he put on his favorite cologne, Jimmy Choo for men. With one last look in the mirror, Daniel was ready and out the door. Arriving at the theatre, Travis looked at Daniel after he closed the door. "Mrs. Call sir?" Travis asked, he knew exactly who and what she was and he didn't like her one bit. She had no self respect and definitely didn't have it for others. Travis didn't even think she had a heart to begin with. But luckily for Daniel, the two men created a signal for when she became too much, Travis would dispose of her quickly. Sometimes Travis would signal Daniel telling him he wanted to leave which always made Daniel laugh. Daniel confided in Travis, he was his confident and friend, he trusted him with his life. "I'll take care of her but be ready for the signal." Daniel said making Travis chuckle. "Always sir." The theatre had a red carpet and paparazzi ready when Daniel stepped towards the theater, Daniel wanted to roll his eyes as Mrs. Call's attempt to get seen with him in public but let it slide. After taking a few photos for the public, Daniel entered the Theatre. He was astounded by how beautiful it was in there, glass and reds where all over the place, it reminded him of a typical old school theatre. "Wait until you see the office Mr. Bowman." A voice whispered in his ear making him turn around abruptly. Daniel sighed, clenching his jaw. "Mrs. Call. What a... Surprise. You look elegant." He really tried to be polite, she was wearing a yellow dress, so tight it looked like a second skin, not that it sounded bad but let's just say, some woman shouldn't be wearing something like that. "Oh well thank you, and you could call me Charlotte, please I insist." She said bashing her at him. "Mrs. Call." He said giving her n tight smile making her smirk drop a little. "Excuse me." He said and without waiting for a reply, he left. Seeing his face, Travis walked towards him handing Daniel a Gentleman Jack with two ice. Much relieved Daniel smiled and nodded at him taking a gulp. "Just what I needed, thank you." After he took the last sip, Daniel and Travis made their way through to the actual theatre, only to be stopped by Daniel's phone ringing. Travis looked at Daniel with a questionable face. "Go ahead Travis, it's just Sophie." Daniel said looking at the caller ID. Standing just outside the doors so he could still see inside he answered the phone. "Sophie? Something you need?" He asked conceded, not knowing what this could be about. As she replied he heard the audience applaud in the background. "Hello to you too brother, miss you too. Doing good? Same here." Was Sophie's reply. She had just as much sass as Claire did, and that made Daniel roll his eyes at her. Always so childish. "Sophie, I'm at an event, can you hurry this up please?" He heard her snort and rolled his eyes at her. What's a good day without any family bickering? "Fine, look I just want to make sure you remembered about Tuesday's plans with Donovan and Matt." After long silence Sophie groaned. Daniel totally forgot that her husband and son had a bonding day arranged with him. "Daniel, how are we related? Look just say yes and spend the day with them okay? Please? Both of them need guy time and Matt misses you a lot." "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't mean to. Look if it makes you happy I will put it on my phone's calendar right now." Daniel felt a little guilty, he hasn't seen them in three months and he missed Matt and Don very much. He just could not help himself, he didn't know how to act in front of them, he was very distant and busy with work. The family hated him being like this but nothing would change him especially since it's been like this for thirteen years. But He could make a day out of Don and Matt. It should be fun. "Perfect!" She squealed. "So I was th-" Sophie was cut of by Daniel the minute she wanted to keep talking. This woman could talk your ear off if he didn't stop her she never would. "I got to go, bye." And with that he hung up. Ever since his Father's death, Daniel struggled to say I love you. He wasn't able to say it to his father when he died, but now, try as he may it just won't come out. Heading back into the theatre, he took his seat next to Travis and Mrs. Call as a boy kept singing. The night passed very slowly for Daniel. Fifteen students had preformed already including a ten min break, from guitar to xylophone were played. He was very impressed with their progress and the way they were learning. This school was one of his loudest investments and he was happy to have been a founder. "Thank you Egan." Mrs. Call said as the boy finished and the audience applaud. "Now, last but not least, Annabelle Parker. Belle has been at this school for the last three years and have been growing profoundly. As we end this year, she steps into her last year at this school and we could not have been more proud and honours to have had her as a student. Please welcome to the stage, twenty two year old, Annabelle Parker, gracing us with her piano and beautiful vocals. " Daniel alongside everyone else in the auditorium gave a warm applause as Annabelle made her way onto the stage. She took a seat at the piano and and started playing. Daniel checked his watch and saw that it was past nine pm. His mind was on it's way to mentally go over work files when she started singing. It was a familiar tune she was singing and playing, it was to the point of perfection on every single note. Daniel looked up in awe, and for the first time, he saw her. It was like a door had opened. She had so much grace and passion in her performance. He sat up straighter in his seat. Her fingers moved effortlessly on the piano keys, her face making a frown as she experienced the raw pain of the song, her eyes was closed as if she saw it all in her mind. And that right there was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen. His mouth was dry, his eyes burning from the lack of blinking and yet, he refused to look away, to even move. He didn't want the song to stop, he didn't want her to leave. He needed her, the music she was playing, he needed it all. But like all good things it must come to an end. As the audience applaud, Daniel took hold of Mrs. Call's arm before she could go upstairs. For a moment Charlotte thought this was it, this was her day. He was going to notice her, to ask her to dinner. He was going to- "I want to meet her." He said and her face fell. "Annabelle, I would like you to meet Mr. Daniel Bowman, our other founder. Daniel, Belle." Mrs. Call said. After the whole recital, there was a nice snack and coffee bar where everyone, students and parents as well as teachers got together. Mrs. Call decided against her better judgement and brought the two of them together. As they were shaking hands she heard someone call for her. "Alice!" She exclaimed and walked away, leaving the two alone. "Annabelle." Daniel said politely. Her name was very angelic much like her. He took this time to properly gaze at her and was in awe. She was beautiful in all aspects. She was breath taking and he could we that she didn't even know she was. "Mr. Bowman, it's nice to meet you." She gave him a sweet smile which he returned. "That was a beautiful piece, have you always been fond of opera and classical?" Daniel asked her too curious to get to know this angel. "Yes, I love any classical piece, Bach mostly. Since I was a little girl that piece had just brought me happiness in some form. I don't know what it is, the notes synchronizing just..." "... Gives you emotions you long to feel." He finished her sentence. She looked at him with wonder in her eyes and surprise. "Yes. Music has always been my escape, now it's my reality." She was extraordinary he thought, he liked her presence it was as if she calmed him some how. He wanted to get to know her. But he was more than surprised as he recognized her from the you tube video. "I must say I am impressed as well as with you videos you make on you tube." As soon as he said it she flushed. "Shoot, you saw that?" Daniel laughed at her reaction, she was being cute without noticing it. "Yes, but your piece of Bach's Prelude was by far my favorite." "Well thank you." Annabelle looked down at her watch and saw it was almost ten pm. Her eyes widen and she looked at Daniel with a guilty face. "I'm so sorry Mr. Bowman, but I have to get home. It was lovely meeting you." She said in a rush and collected her things making a run for it. Panicking Daniel followed her out. "Wait Annabelle, are you free tomorrow? I would like to get to know you more." Annabelle stopped dead in her tracks turning around slowly to meet his eyes seeing that their genuine. Daniel had no idea what was happening to him. All he knew was that, she couldn't leave him like Cinderella left the Prince. He wanted to get to know her before going home tomorrow evening. "I- Y- Why?" "You intrigue me, please just one afternoon. That's all I'm asking for." Daniel frikking Bowman just begged. Daniel wasn't a begged but right now he was feeling all kinds of vulnerable. Something inside him told him that his angel right here in front of him could be his saving grace. What if he could find happiness in her? Even as a friend? She was the only girl he ever met that looked at him and continued talking about music, his other passion. He could see the wheels in her head spinning. She bit her lip playfully and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. That made him break out in a smile. "Okay, tomorrow, Anne's café, noon sharp. Not a second later." She said with a playful dominant voice. "Or a second sooner." She gave him a all trying to suppress a blush and nodded, getting into Jesse's car and driving off, leaving the Prince on the side walk. Daniel smiled to himself, biting his lip he did a 'breakfast club' fist pump. For the first time in a while he felt happy and giddy. Smiling to himself while humming a tune he went back inside. Cinderella left her Prince after all, at least this time, she left him with an excited heart in hopes of seeing her tomorrow. Copyright © 2015

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Jungkook Scenario: Shared Fates - Part 1.

Request: Girls hello!! I love everything about this blog❤️❤️ you have no idea! Can i request jungkook being a prince? But i want something a bit different like y/n saving Jungkook? Something that is different and a little funny and romantic too! Is this too much? Maybe y/n can be a bandit and she thinks the prince is full of himself but helps him get over a difficult journey. I will be so happy if you can make this❤️

Genre: Fluff / Drama.

Part 2

The city was on fire, the royal guards were falling dead like flies as you could hear the screams but not without taking with them some of the revolters. You watched everything from a distance the fire wouldn’t touch you but if it kept spreading like that then you’d have to find a new place to stay the night. The smoke burned high and black over the castle, the city at its feet in total clamor. You adjusted your hood over your head watching everything from the hill in which your current home was located. Snorting you looked down at the piece of bread you had been munching, those royals must be pissing on their beds or running around like chickens without heads.

Looking around you saw the irony of it all, you were in a poor part of the city, this was a just a crashing point for the homeless or the errant, everyone that wanted to remain unknown to the big royal city ahead stayed there at the hill. People often avoided it, as they said strange things were cooked there. But today the hill was untouched and the glamorous capitol would soon become ashes. A hand grabbed your shoulder making you draw the dagger hidden on a flap on your robe. You turned around as the man in front of you still held your shoulder, but with the blade pointing at his neck he looked more than mortified.

-It’s me, Y/N, It’s me, remember me?-

You examined the man in front of you, the long beard and opulent vestment, he didn’t belong to this part of the city, and you did know him. He had been a loyal client of your father when he worked as a smith, you hadn’t seen him in a long time, you didn’t see much of old man Shiyoung after your father died, he was after all, one of the king’s counselors, judging by the state of the city you could tell all the counseling had gone wrong.

-What are you doing here?- you asked putting down the dagger, although you kept it out in your hand.

-I need a favor, I didn’t know who else to ask and at this time…- he looked to the burning city and then at you. -I figured I could trust you-

-You can’t- you rushed to answer. -Whatever it is I want no part in it-

The old man didn’t let you dodge him. -Please, this… I wouldn’t ask this if I had other choice, but you know how to handle yourself, you know these lands and the use of weapons- he stared down at your dagger and then you, you were trying not to glare at him for pointing out your position as mere bandit, when someone said “you know your way around” it wasn’t exactly a compliment, but to the old man it seemed to be today an extremely valuable asset. -There is gold- he assured.

You had your ears on that, gold was scarce and after today even rich people would be ruined. -How much?-

-Whatever sum you precise-

You frowned at that, when people were willing to pay too much it was usually a lie, or a death trap -What do I have to do?-

Shiyoung told you to follow him, going down the hill but instead of taking the main road he pulled you the a side, going into the woods almost blindly as the torch he had lit barely brought light to the place, but as he had said, you knew these lands and you knew these woods so that didn’t worry you. What grabbed your attention was the cart that you could see a few meters from your position and the horse that was tied to it.

-What is this old man?-

-Y/N, I brought you here with the trust I bared for your late father, and because I know that your rough life gave you some… skills-

-What is it?- you insisted not amused by him naming your father.

-The city will fall, the defenses had fallen and it’s only a matter of time, there’s help coming but, but it’d be too late if I do nothing-

You were losing patience with this old man, you were about to turn around and go when you saw him pull the cover of the cart. A man sat upright when the cover was out of the way, you recognized him as you had seen him a couple of times, riding on a fancy caravan one time, winning a tournament, and how could you forget, ignoring every single person around him as he rode to the castle in his mighty white charger, oh there you had him, the crown prince.

-Please, I beg of you Y/N, save our prince-

-No- you refused not wanting to spare a look on him.

Shiyoung gasped. -Please, there will be gold, and this is important, his life…-

-Every life is important, his isn’t special- you retorted quickly.

-You just have to get him safely to the summer castle, there’s a garrison of the army there and he’ll be received, they will give you gold and so will I when you comeback-

That was a lot. You thought about how much you could ask if you were to make this run, one hundred, not this was the prince, five hundred pieces of gold at least. A fortune. The amount of things you could do with so many gold was hilarious, you could buy yourself a little house, you could help the people in the hill, you could spend the rest of your life with a full belly without worrying, a warm bed, a start.

You looked at the prince’s face, he was what every maiden wanted, handsome, his fair skin with no hardship of the elements, dark hair that looked smooth and shiny. But you were no maiden and you knew this prince was just another dumb ass. You could take him to his castle, save his ass and earn a happy life.

-Why do you trust me with his life?-

-Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here- the prince spoke and you turned your head to him only to glare.

-Why?- you insisted to the old man. -There are dozens of knights who would take him to his castle in better shape that I would, why me?-

The prince was going to say something else but he turned to look at Shiyoung too, as if he was wondering the same thing as you. He swallowed. -Because half those knights would take advantage of the situation to ask for ransom, the other half would sell him to the rebels or die in the woods-

You lifted your chin, that was reasonable. -Who says I won’t?-

The old man looked at your eyes, licking his dry wrinkled lips before answering. -Because you are your father’s daughter, you would not do such thing-

You stared at the old man and then at the prince who was analyzing the situation, now that you saw him you noticed he had an arm bandaged curled to his chest, one of his legs was obviously hurt, a long cut for the looks of it, he overall looked in bad shape, but not so bad to not travel alone.

-No one would suspect the mighty prince would be traveling with a girl- you stated. -Consider it done-

Shiyoung took your hands and you flinched, but he kissed them before you could do anything else. He turned to Jungkook and spoke to him alone, and then he was gone.

You examined Jungkook once again, if you were doing this you were going to do this right. Jungkook was wearing a fine leather cape underneath his travel robe, you could see the velvet and rabbit revetments of it at his neck, the sword he carried still by his hips had a heavy gold handle that would cost the fortune of a nobleman, his boots were also of fine leather and it showed his clothes hadn’t been worn more than a day in his life.

-You forgot your crown, your grace- you mused with just a tinge of sarcasm.

He touched his own head. -I had to leave fast and I…- he went silent when he noticed your smirk and glare.

-So the plan Shiyoung has is to get you through these lands as a commoner- he nodded and your eyes went around him shaking your head. -How in the world we could do that with you looking like the shinning prince?-

-But I am the prince- he retorted.

-And also bland of brain- Jungkook frowned and you crossed your arms in defiance. -Of course you are, but the point at the moment is not to be one, so excuse me-

Without further notice you started undressing him. Jungkook protested when you were taking the robe and the cape off but you ignored it and kept going. -What are you doing?-

-I’m saving you- you said trying to sound unamused but, you also had to admit seeing the mighty prince in this sort of struggle was rather rewarding.

-Saving me?- he spat, you were finishing taking the cape off when he saw you were coming closer to untie it at his neck. -You look like a thief to me-

-A thief!- you laughed. -A thief that’s going to save your life, so let’s get dirty-

He frowned, watching you hide the cape in the cart and then crouching down. You grabbed soil and some grass and went towards him, Jungkook stood still watching you distrustingly. -I get it, I can do it by myself-

His crouched down but you still heard he gasped softly when the cut in his left leg stretched, he started grabbing soil and dirt with his right hand, rubbing it all over his clothes clumsily and messily. -If I help you we will go faster-

-No- he said cuttingly. -I know what you are doing and I don’t need it as much as it is absolutely precise-

You snorted, a sound you were sure he wasn’t used to hear from ladies but you didn’t care about his opinion on your manner, not that you were a lady to begin with -What does that mean?-

-You want to make this as disagreeable for me as it is possible, I know people like you, and I won’t let you take pleasure on it-

-You are insane- you barked turning a little from him. -As if people like me could make a change in your life, don’t act as if it does because it doesn’t, by the end of the day you go and lay in your warm guarded castle, people like me- you said with more fury than you had planned. -sleep in the cold with out knifes in our hands trying not to freeze and get our ass robbed-

Jungkook shook his head, looking down trying to get more soil to him, but he didn’t say anything else after that.

When you saw he was dirty enough, even on his cheeks and forehead, you let him put the robe again, but now the problem was that sword handle. It was too obnoxious for the predatory eyes on the road.

-You’ll have to leave it-

-No- he decided immediately. -It belongs to my family, I won’t get ride of it-

You rolled your eyes, he wouldn’t, so you had to think on something else. You looked inside the cart, hearing how the roar of the city was expanding, you had lost too much time. You saw food for the road, dry meat, bread and cheese, bottles of water and wine, two blankets, and flint, but right on a side you saw a few extra bandages and ointment for his wounds. You took a few bandages and smudged them with dirt as much as you cold.

-Tie this around the handle at least, would you?-

He saw the bandages hesitatingly but ended up nodding, tying it around the handle, it didn’t cover it completely but at least it was safer.

-Let’s go-

At first it was you driving the cart, being that in the city there would be too many people who could recognize him Jungkook went sitting at the back with his hood pulled over his face, you decided against smuggling him completely, if any soldier occurred to search the cart and found him there it would probably lead on him being noticed and depending who found you would lead on you imprisoned or both of you killed. So he was sitting at the back looking down as you had told him to do. Lucky you weren't full into the royal city, but the road outside the lands of the king’s main township was still guarded, or at least it was supposed to be, you knew it was best to get the prince through a green road but there wasn’t one wide enough for the cart to got through, maybe if you had two horses and no cart you’d be able to manage that feat, but tonight was too risky for Jungkook.

-Halt!- a guard spoke loudly, his face was almost completely hidden for the helmet so you could only see his eyes when he approached.

You nodded at him. -Yes?- you said trying to sound as clueless as every stable boy, with no worry of the city being on fire.

-What you got there boy?-

Good, he had mistaken you for a boy, over the years you had practiced to look and act as a boy as much as you could, having no roof to sleep in didn’t guarantee your safety and the fact that you were a girl made it worse more often than not, men were corrupted and depraved so life had taught you when to hide your identity as a girl and when to use it as your advantage.

-Just getting my brother to the farms, we got hay for them and maybe they can take one more stable boy, maybe there’s even a knight to teach me-

The guard looked at the cart, seeing the hay and Jungkook who had his head down.

-Don’t be a fool boy, there are no knights in farms, knights belong to castles no to the crops-

You bowed your head faking your awe. -Thank you sir-

The horse started moving and you were back on track, Jungkook moved until he was sitting closer to you. -So what’s your name “brother?- he barked a laugh. -The old man didn’t introduce us, and I have some manners, believe it or not-

You snorted. -Y/N, and this brother of yours will stab your eyes if you call me that ever again-

-Jungkook- he said his name like you didn’t know him. -And I happen to like my eyes very much-

You rode all night, the path was smooth because of the hundreds of horses and carts that went through it constantly, but it wasn’t lone as it should have been any other night. Riders went coming and going, other carts passing next to yours or riding a few meters back. Jungkook hadn’t fell asleep, you noticed, although he had still the hood on you saw his head turning slightly with the sudden movements that happened close enough to the cart, his hand way too close to his sword hilt to be relaxed.

You thanked the gods when the sun started to rise, your sight was getting tired, the road was getting rougher and the horse was slower than half an hour ago, you had to stop soon, even for a few hours at least. That reminded you that in the midst of everything last night you didn’t grab any of your little belongings that were left back at the hill, although you having with you all that was indispensable, your thick travel robe that was really the only one you liked to use and of course your daggers. But you knew for a ride like this you’ll need more provisions, a change of clothes , mint leaves, peppermint, and you’d kill anyone for a bar of soap.

You knew farmers at the exit of the cities often commerced with those products knowing that deals were easily made with travelers, so when you spotted a nice enough one that didn’t appear to have much people around you deviated from the main road to it. That put Jungkook on full alert, he sat straight and tugged your robe. -What’s happening? Why are you changing course?-

-We need supplies- you answered flatly.

-But we have…-

-I need supplies- you corrected, of course he had brought with him his things, and of course he didn’t think about the commoner that was saving his ass.

The farm wasn’t that big, at its front you saw a few crops and hay stacks, a horse well on a side to which you directed the horse after untying it from the cart, you tied it near the well and then looked at Jungkook who was standing awkwardly near the cart. Now the mighty prince didn’t look so mighty, he was notably sore for the ride, stretching his muscles and limbs, wincing slightly when he tried to move his left arm, surely the prince hadn’t traveled in cart never in his life.

-Got any money?- you asked when you were close enough.

He looked astounded, he was far taller than you, so from your stand you could see his face, now with the rays of sun starting to shine you could see the prince’s features from up close. Big round eyes, rather innocent looking, a tall nose, sharp jaw line, thick eyebrows, not too plump or too thin lips. You got to give to him, the prince was handsome, and you didn’t count the broad shoulders or long legs, who made him more attractive. -You are the one buying- you raised your brows and tilted your head with a glare. He sighed and nodded, following you inside the farm.

You went into a room full of random items, this was as you had guessed one of the farms that sold goods to travelers, only that this one had all sort of objects, from soil tools to maps, they had clothes, the typical travel items and decent section with food in little sacks for the road. Jungkook was eyeing those while you saw the clothes. You made sure to keep your hood on to not let your hair and features be seen that much, Jungkook did the same but you could see how it was falling off his head with each move he made. You were about to tell him to rearrange it when you heard steps and then voices.

-Oh my, welcome-

There was a couple coming from a door that you hadn’t seen, Jungkook turned to them bowing his head as a greeting, you did the same, one of your hands staying close to one of the daggers just in case, but the couple didn’t look dangerous, they both were beyond the middle age and looked like the typical farmers.

-How can we help you? You have everything here for the sell, comfortable prices- the man said more to Jungkook than you, maybe because of his height he thought he was older, which made you wonder if you were near in age or not.

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes screaming for help, his slightly shook expression made you bite a laugh. He was shy, not only shy he wasn’t used to talk to strangers and judging by it he was mortified.

-You have a bag?- you asked making them turn their attention to you.

The woman nodded, handing a rustic clothe that would serve those purposes. You started to jug things into it, a couple of bars of soap, a little sack with peppermint, clothes that you deemed good enough and other things that you thought necessary; Jungkook on the other hand was taking a few of the sacks with food.

You put everything in front of the couple who smiled, surely grateful for the sell. -Want a glass of milk? You can have one while your horse rest some more-

You frowned, kindness from people wasn’t always that, even less for travelers, the man seemed to notice your discomfort because he slouched his shoulders and extended his hands trying to appease you. -We saw your horse before coming here, and the milk is from one of our cows, you can say no if you want-

You felt Jungkook’s hand on your shoulder startling you a little, you didn’t expect him to touch you so suddenly, or to touch you at all. -We will take it- he said firmly, leaving no room for you to oppose.

The couple was kind, they gave you milk and a piece of bread with cheese that Jungkook ate so fast it made the couple chuckle at his hunger and you wondered if people in castles ate like that. Jungkook payed for everything and then you wished the farmers good luck, but just when you were about to go the woman said something that both of you halt in your step.

-We will keep your secret, so don’t worry-

Jungkook and you looked at each other from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t know what had gave him away, but the couple knew. You really didn’t want to do it, but how could you risk taking him to safety if someone knew his identity? You had a hand on your dagger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and do it, they had been too kind, they were nice people. Your breath got caught in your throat and Jungkook grabbed your wrist making you loose your grip on your dagger. He turned slightly. -What do you know?-

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