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thiefbracket · 1 year

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SUBMISSIONS HAVE BEEN COUNTED

Thanks again for everyone's submissions! some of you were very passionate and it was great to learn about all these characters, I received 92 characters over 119 submissions and from that there was only 4 that I couldn't justify as thieves so apologies to those who didn't get in, with some from me and friends we have a final roster of 96. And so without further ado here are your competitors!

Raphael/ Phantom R: Rhythm thief and the Emperors Treasure

Daroach: Kirby Squeak Squad

Bilbo Baggins: The Hobbit

The Hamburglar: McDonalds Cinematic Universe

Ron DeLite/Mask☆DeMasque: Ace Attorney Trials and Tribulations

Kaitou Kid: Detective Conan

Swiper: Dora the Explorer

Chilli Pepper Cookie: Cookie Run

Carmen Sandiego: Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego

Vriska Serket: Homestuck

Sly Cooper: Sly Cooper

Garrett: Thief

The Phantom Thieves: Persona 5

Ms. Mows: Paper Mario the Thousand Year Door

Ms. Fortune: SKullgirls

Scipio Fortunato (Piscio): The Thief Lord

Therion: Octopath Traveller

Roguefort Cookie: Cookie Run

Kaz Brekker: Shadow and Bones/ Six of Crows

Catwoman: Batman

Gru: Despicable Me

Jeets Shimis: Dungeons & Dragons Online

Parker: Leverage

Artemis Fowl: Artemis Fowl

Nött the Brave/Veth Brenatto: Critical Role

The Beagle Boys: Ducktales

Rosé: Drawtectives

Dorapin: Doraemon

Wario: Super Mario Bros

Magalor: Kirby's Return to Dreamland

Loba Andrade: Apex Legends

Nami: One Piece

“Thief King” Bakura: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Sal Leon: Mask of Shadows

The Collector: Hollow Knight

Astotheles: Bug Fables

Gaius: Fire Emblem Awakening

Burglar: The Sims

Kokichi Oma: Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony

Lifty and Shifty: Happy Tree Friends

Long John Silver: Black Sails

The Brickster: Lego Island

Some Sneaky Sim: The Sims

Danny Ocean: Ocean’s 11

Indiana Jones: Indiana Jones

Magpie: Real Life

Dean Domino: Fall out New Vegas

Cassian Andor: rogue one

Luke Castellan: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Popple: Mario and Luigi Superstar Saga

Mulch Diggums: Artemis Fowl

RJ Racoon: Over The Hedge

Beni Gabor: The Mummy

Sonny Wortzik: Dog Day Afternoon

A.J. Raffles: A.J. Raffles Short Stories

Team Rocket: Pokémon

Locke Cole: Final Fantasy 6

Yuffie Kisaragi: Final Fantasy 7

Edmund "Ned" Kelly Fuckin' Danger Discretion Aloysius Superstar Butterfly Nimbly Ninja Pacifist Black Diamond Friendly Trustworthy Pissed Off [Redacted] Vamoose Su-Sussudio Middle Name Chicane Jr.: Taz Amnesty

The Beachcomber: Cultist Simulator

Erin: Thief

Delilah Bard: Shades of Magic Series

Herbert Percival Bear, Esquire: Club Penguin

Arsène Lupin: Arsène Lupin

Rouge The Bat: Sonic The Hedgehog

Grovyle: PMD Explorers of Time/Darknes/Sky

Camicazi: How to Train Your Dragon Books

Mick Rory/ Heatwave: The Flash/DC Legends of Tomorrow

Hermes: Greek Mythology

Zidane Tribal: Final Fantasy IX

Duster: Mother 3

Glendale: Centaurworld

Ada Wong: Resident Evil

Nickit: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Purrloin: Pokemon Black and White

Gokaigers: Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger

Zox Goldtsuiker / Twokaiser: Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger

Kitty Softpaws: Puss in Boots

Deep Cut: Splatoon 3

Meenah Peixes: Homestuck

D.J. Octavio: Splatoon

Ratbeard: Pirate 101

Gen AKA Eugenides: The Queen's Thief

Lupinrangers (and Noel): Kaitou Sentai Lupinranger

Chester "Snake" Turley AKA Snake Jailbird AKA Albert Knickerbocker Aloysius Snake AKA Professor Jailbird AKA Detention Bird: The Simpsons

Cain: the Binding of Isaac

Robin hood: English Mythology

Erik: Dragon quest 11

The Artful Dodger: Oliver Twist

Kamen Rider Lupin: Kamen Rider Drive

Lupin III: Lupin The Third

Pumpkin and Honey Bunny: Pulp Fiction

Niles: Fire Emblem Fates

Daiki Kaito/ Kamen rider Diend: Kamen Rider Decade

Doug Judy (The Pontiac Bandit): Brooklyn 99

Prometheus: Greek Mythology

Seeding will begin tomorrow and the first part of round 1 will hopefully be posted in the next few days. Thanks again for all your patience!

#thief poll #pokemon #kirby #persona #fire emblem #cookie run #homestuck #paper mario #mario #tumblr poll #batman #one piece #final fantasy #splatoontu #tumblr bracket #tumblr tournament

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Shirley and moishe are extremely upfront with midge about their opinions on lenny and an argument ensues

(WARNING: I spent my childhood watching my family have horrible fights like this. So uh. this got real real.)

"I just don't know if I want some junkie jailbird hanging around my grandchildren," Moishe says.

Lenny isn't here for this. Working on Yom Kippur, much to everyone's judgement, and Midge had been stuck with hosting duties. She did not expect this line of conversation.

Kitty looks shocked. She's so young - too young, really - but she understands who Moishe is talking about.

"Out of line," Midge says angrily.

"Is it?" Moishe asks. "He does drugs, doesn't he? I read in the paper last year he was busted for narcotics."

"He's clean now," Midge defends.

"And he's been in jail, hasn't he?"

"He won those cases!" Midge cries. "And they were bullshit anyways."

"And he's got you cursing around your kids," Moishe points out. "Maybe they shouldn't be around you, either, Miriam."

"Now, wait a moment-" Abe tries to interject.

"Who's going to raise them, Moishe?" Midge asks. "You and Shirley? You want to do it all over again? The school, the clothes, the food, the toys, the playdates, the temper tantrums?"

Moishe looks slightly chastened. "They're Joel's children."

"Yes, they are," Midge snaps. "And between a brand new baby, work and not making enough to support three children on a regular basis, he can only take them a couple of days a week."

"I don't trust this man, Miriam," Shirley chimes in. "Moishe is right, he seems dangerous."

"He does exactly what I do for a living, he just says things that make the the Catholic church piss themselves," Midge explains. "The cops pounce every chance they get, they're trying to make an example out of him."

"And you're putting your kids in the crosshairs," Moishe tells her. "How is that being a responsible parent?"

"Dinner's over," Midge snaps. "Everybody go home."

"Midge-" Joel tries.

She gets up, throwing her napkin onto the table and starts clearing everyone half-eaten dishes. "Over."

"I don't wanna leave Ma," Ethan announces. "You can't make me."

Esther starts to cry at the mention of it from her brother.

"Midge!" Joel calls as she rushes to the kitchen. "Midge the kids-"

"Are apparently living with an unfit mother!" Midge yells back. "You fucking deal with it, since apparently you're father of the year with your comedy club! And while you're at it, you still owe me a fucking suitcase!"

Mei stares around the table an shakes her head. "Wow. You guys are awful."

"Excuse me!" Shirley cries.

Rose rolls her eyes and rushes to Esther, picking her up to rock her gently. "This is insane."

"No," Mei says. "Joel left her." She turns to him. "I love you, but you left her, and you botched trying to get back with her, and so now, she's been raising the kids mostly on her own and trying to have a career because- well, what the hell else was she supposed to do?"

"She could have gotten remarried!" Moishe cries.

Midge rushes back in, taking more plates away, surveying the scene. "I see no Maisel has stepped up to comfort Ethan or Esther. Great job parenting."

"You upset them!" Moishe cries. "We're not here to clean up your mess!"

"They're not a mess to be cleaned up, they are children!" Midge cries. "And you're so concerned with Lenny around, but you can't get off your fat asses to tell them 'there there'? Jesus."

"Miriam," Abe warns.

"Lenny is there for them," Midge snaps. "More than Joel these days. He reads bedtimes stories and sings songs, and makes lunches. He's teaching Esther to read and she's only three for Christ sake!"

"Daddy's really nice," Kitty speaks up. Her voice is quiet, but determined.

The room goes silent.

"He's really nice. Sometimes things just go wrong," Kitty says. "They go wrong, and- and he tries really hard." She blinks and tears start to fall. "He doesn't mean for things to go wrong."

Midge sighs softly and puts the dishes down, kneeling down beside her. "I know Sweetie. It's okay."

"So you can comfort his kid but not your own?" Moishe snorts.

"Get out of my house," Midge growls.

"I still own this place, Mariam," Moishe reminds her.

Midge glowers at him and gets to her feet, stomping out of the room, coming back with her checkbook. "The last two Gordon Ford shows should be more than enough to cover the rest." She scribbles onto the check the amount she owes and thrusts it at him from across the table. "Take your money, and go home."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge Maisel #gets mad

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looksforleaders · 5 months

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thirstofgames · 3 years

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kitty and the jailbird

#️⃣2️⃣

-IT'S A MATCH-

A blank chat popped open and Damien stared at it for a second. He had honestly not expected it. The girl actually swiped him right. He looked at the clock impatiently; he did not have much time left in the library. There was a loud shout from the hallway, his muscles tensing, ready to hide the phone and bolt at any second.

He regretted that last question right as he pushed send. It sounded so bitter in his head now. It was a dating app after all and she was a good looking young woman.

you there?

...

hello?

busy flirting with your other matches, huh?

And there it was all about to end, the hot topic of his whereabouts. And the swift and cruel rejection that followed. It had already happened one too many times! Could he go through his again? Was it worth it? His palms were sweaty, but he never felt so cold. If the ground could just open up and swallow him whole before she finished asking...

No, sorry

Just a little surprised we matched

you can unmatch if you want

Well, what I want is to talk with you 😊

Your profile caught my eye

what part?

Your profile pic at first.

Most guys can't pull off the broken, deep and scowling thing

But... looks good on you.

you don't look so bad yourself-

but then I read your description...

and I have to know something

shoot 🙄

It was a simple Yes/No question, but it took Kate way to long to answer. She bit her lip, thinking hard on the possibilities. It was such an unfair question though. She was not going to leave, but was not going to pursue anything with him until she knew what he was in for and how long he was going to be locked up. She'd wasted enough years waiting up on others...

I'm just a little confused 🤔

Are you really in jail?

you gonna leave if I say yes?

It really depends...

A bittersweet smile spread on his lips. What was he expecting from a girl like her? She probably had a nice job, a supporting family and tons of friends and... an actual future. Why would she even consider wasting her time with him? The little time he had left... Better to just pull off the band aid!

She felt to bad! She hadn't meant to disregard his feelings, but wasn't it fair to let her know what she was getting into? She didn't even know what he was expecting from the conversation they were having... She was curious, but she didn’t want to lead him on.

okay, let's just say...

the orange pants and barbed wire are real

OMG

I have so mane questions 😱

here we go...

What did you do?

Wait, where do you even hide your phone?

STOP!

enough with the interrogation, alright?

I'm just curious...

sure, but i'm more than just a prisoner

a little respect goes a long way

Kate’s heart sank. He was hot, but the prison was a serious issue... She supposed people were not lining up to get to know him. He seemed pretty well rounded and mannered, but he was very defensive about his crime. Did that mean it was something really bad? But he was on a dating app... so maybe he was getting out soon?

You're right!

I'm so sorry 😓

Let's change the subject

Why don't you tell me what you're looking for

hmmm

What?

i'm thinking...

nobody's really asked me that before

Seriously?

most people stop talking to me when they find out i'm locked up

i don't really blame them. i'm rough around the edges.

She didn't say anything for a while and Damien started wondering if he should just close the damn phone and leave. He should also probably take a break from Lovelink after this... it clearly wasn't doing him any good. Dark thoughts swarmed his mind and he had to close his eyes and head his head back against the bookshelf to get rid of the harrowing feeling. Like he was falling in an endless pit...

The screen showed him typing and deleting several responses. Kate pursed her lips, impatient. Had she said anything wrong? She’d never spoken to someone who’d been locked up, she was still unsure what could trigger painful memories, or just remind him that he was... not free. But he said he just wanted to chat and his profile mentioned 'deep conversations'...

Okay, I'm not running away, for now

but...

But I can't really make up my mind

If I don't know anything about you

So...

alright

honestly I'm just looking to talk to someone from the outside

it can get pretty boring in here, just waiting around the clock

Let's be friends then 😊

I'll be your window to the outside world

If that's alright with you...?

Damien sighed on the other end. Beggars can’t be choosers. It was a step in the right direction though. Maybe he was not going to find the love of his life at the very fucking end of said life. He was not living in some fairytale! He was still going to die, alone and forgotten.

But maybe... just a little less alone at the very end of his road. One friend meant more than none and maybe, just maybe... he could tell her his side of the story. Eventually. She seemed patient and understanding enough. Let at least one person out there know he did not murder his own father.

sure

that's more than most

Of course a pretty thing like her got a lot on attention... She was only chatting up with him because the others were offline-

but it must have been pretty bad to be such a long sentence

you still can't tell me what the crime was?

look, i've been making my own rules my whole life

you better ask what crimes I DIDN'T do

wow...

i'm no bragging or anything, just letting you know where I'm at

anyways, I'm more interested in what you're all about

what are you doing on an app like this?

Honestly...

I was about to uninstall it right before we matched 😅

you already found the one?

or no luck at all?

Well, I went on a few nice dates...

i see

Suddenly his experience on the app seemed less awful. Maybe it was not the right place. Or perhaps it was just the place for a misfit like him, here with all the weirdoes and con artists.

And then they ditched me for their exes

Just my luck 😂

Oh and I swear to god if I see one more vampire 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄

vampires?

Yeees

You wouldn't believe some of the things I saw...

OMG, one dude was actually dresses up as a centaur

I...

don't even want to ask

There's also the 'prince' scam going around

Dudes claiming to be the heirs of some

Made up countries and asking you for money

It wasn't quite a rejection, but it still hurt a little. She already mentioned twice she was only interested in him as friends. She didn't need to spell it out every few minutes! But she was the only one...

Met some nice people too ☺️

Actually became good friends with some

Which is nice since I just moved here

were did you come from?

Pallay 💜

you're a long way from home

I know 😢

I suppose it was getting kinda lonely

My friends and family come visit when they can

But that's not a lot...

what brought you here?

Got a really good job opportunity

But I didn't quite realize how far away I'd be

So yeah, to answer your question from before...

I'm kinda just chatting with new people

Made more friends than anything else lol

Hope that's aright with you 🤗

A smile crept on his lips. An actual, genuine smile. How long had it been since he had any reason to? God, it felt good to talk to someone! Someone who didn't know him, who didn't shout 'walking corpse' after him, didn't judge him. He almost felt like his old self. Almost.

i'm cool with that

Great!

Looking forward to getting to know you, Damien 😄

so let's get to it

tell me about yourself

hobbies, favorite food, anything

my hobbies are always changing 🤔

I start something new every month or so

Oh, and I started volunteering at a vet lately

🐱🐶💕

With a friend I made on this app

it suits you

Hmmmmm how would you know?

We've only just met

just a hunch

I could secretly be evil 😈

you couldn't hurt a fly

besides, I've seen evil and believe me

you're not it

I'm guessing you're not going to elaborate on that

Are you?

see, you know me so well already

Smartass 😝

At lest until she finds out.

And I love food 🤤

Who doesn't? lol

But picking a favorite is like... impossible

I do have one hell of a sweet tooth 🍫🍬🍦

I'm soooo jealous

I miss making my own meals

That's right! You probably just have a cafeteria.

I'm so sorry 😓

it's cool

i'm glad we have something in common

Is there any food you miss?

Wait... was there even steak in that picture? Kate felt her ears burning, the fluffy pajamas studently itching at her skin.

just makin my own in general, being in charge in the kitchen

Damien scrolled quickly through his phone, the memories leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He nearly didn’t send the photo. It felt like so long ago, a different time...a different person. But it felt so good to remember! To be reminded of the more happier moments when he had all his life ahead of him! And showing her a piece of his past may make her curious enough to stick around for a while longer.

He hit Send.

-Tap to download photo-

Looks... delicious

you like steak?

Oh yeah, the food 😳

Wish I could have a bite of that hahaha

So not so shy and innocent as she claimed. Good to know. Even if it didn’t lead anywhere, which he had to be realistic about - he was on death row after all - it was still fun. The most fun he’d had in a long while. It felt...nice.

HA!

i wish you could too 😏

The door of the library swung open hitting the opposite wall. The guard in charge could be heard arguing with someone. At least four voices. He had to move fast.

I'm really hungry now 😅

good

Kate stared at the screen, the little green light besides his profile picture going grey. She scrolled through the conversation as if to make sure she hadn’t just imagined it. She tapped the picture he’d sent, a small smile creeping on her lips. He looked so... normal. Well, more like smoking hot, but she expected some kind of dump, or some greasy repair shop, not Greek sculpture level abs. The boy should come with a warning! She was a sucker for bad boys, but had she gotten so bad that she was now considering a fucking convict? What if he was a murderer or something??

shit!

???

someone's coming

gotta hide my phone

talk soon

Be careful! 🙏🏻

Her ice cream, forgotten on the coffee table, had turned to soup.

What had she gotten herself into?

#lovelink #damien jones #kitty and the jailbird #austin russo #counterpart

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kurustein · 7 years

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Hah, Cosplay. 💣😸

#junkrat cosplay #cheshire #overwatch cosplay #ever after high #kitty cheshire #overwatch #cosplay #junkrat #jailbird #spring unsprung

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grimgrinningghoul · 4 years

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Phandom Pairing Master List

Here it is, folks! An updated/updating list of ships from Danny Phantom!

(Updated Mar. 25, 2020)

The purpose of this list is documentation and, more importantly, reference. Have a ship that you want to share, but don’t know what to tag it as? Well, this list is for you, so you can tag your pairings appropriately! Is there a ship out there that you despise, or are just uncomfortable about? Check this list to see if it has a name, and you can blacklist its tag!

Here’s how it’s set up: the list is divided into 3 categories. These categories are the Humans, the Ghosts, and the Ghosts/Humans; each category goes through in alphabetical order. Every pairing is either marked with [P] or [R] to indicate platonic or romantic.

You may notice that there are a decent handful of unnamed pairings; this is simply due to me being unable to find a pre-established name and/or coming up with one at this time. I hope to update this list over time until everything has at least one name.

Suggestions are more than welcome! Think of a pairing you didn’t see? Got a ship name? Throw them at me, and I’ll add them to the list.

Now, without further adieu, enjoy!

HUMANS (70)

Dani x Danny [P]: Double Trouble

Dani x Danny [R]: Sue Killer

Dani x Dash [R]: Carbon Copy Quarterback

Dani x Lancer [P]: Copy Grades

Dani x Tucker [R]: Cloned Romantic

Dani x Valerie [R]: Sweet Substitution, Vengeful Babes

Dani x Vlad [P]: Generic Brand, Oatmeal

Dani x Vlad [R]: Cream Cheese

Dani x Wes [R]: Clone Conspiracy

Danny x Dash [R]: Locker Bruise, Swagger Bishie, Teddy Ghost

Danny x Eliot [R]: Nu Goth

Danny x Jack [P]: Family Business

Danny x Jack [R]: The Wrong Sick

Danny x Jazz [P]: -

Danny x Jazz [R]: Sibling Secrets

Danny x Kwan [R]: Phantom Fumble

Danny x Lancer [P]: Assigned Care

Danny x Lancer [R]: Literature Lovers

Danny x Maddie [P]: Family Bonding, Maternal Instincts

Danny x Maddie [R]: Mama’s Boy, Motherly Love

Danny x Pamela [R]: Restrained Romance

Danny x Paulina [R]: Pink Astronaut, Shallow Sapphire

Danny x Sam [R]: Amethyst Ocean, Fake-out Make-out, Going Goth, Lovebirds, Violet Haze

Danny x Star [R]: Astro Physics, Phantom Satellite

Danny x Tucker [P]: Cyberspace

Danny x Tucker [R]: Savant Par

Danny x Valerie [R]: Gray Ghost

Danny x Vlad [P]: Badger Cereal

Danny x Vlad [R]: Endangered Species, Pompous Pep

Danny x Wes [R]: Unidentified Flying Ship (UFS)

Dash x Jazz [R]: Brain Over Brawn

Dash x Kwan [R]: Tight End

Dash x Paulina [R]: Makeup Honor

Dash x Sam [R]: Dumb Founded

Dash x Star [R]: All-Stars

Dash x Vlad [P]: College Fund

Dash x Vlad [R]: Go Packers

Eliot x Sam [R]: Gothic Ruse

Eliot x Tucker [R]: Nu Geek

Freakshow x Danny [R]: Pitched Tent, Publicity Stunt

Freakshow x Jazz [R]: Ghost Envy

Jack x Maddie [R]: Moronic Genius, Brain Cookies

Jack x Jazz [P]: -

Jack x Vlad [P]: -

Jack x Vlad [R]: Pac-Man

Jazz x Lancer [R]: Teacher’s Pet

Jazz x Paulina [P]: Miss Perfect

Jazz x Paulina [R]: Pretty Little Psycho

Jazz x Sam [R]: Kith Kin

Jazz x Tucker [R]: Techno Smarts

Jazz x Vlad [R]: Obsessive Meddler, Psycho Cereal

Kwan x Sam [P]: -

Kwan x Sam [R]: Jock Goth

Kwan x Star [R]: Sports Satellite

Kwan x Tucker [R]: Quacker

Kwan x Vlad [R]: Not So Useful Distraction

Lance Thunder x Lancer [R]: Lance Lancer

Maddie x Pamela [R]: Maternal Rivalry, Posh Scientist

Maddie x Vlad [R]: Spurned Affection

Paulina x Sam [P]: -

Paulina x Sam [R]: Evil Alliance, Fake-Up Make-Out, Goth Princess

Paulina x Star [P]: -

Paulina x Star [R]: Famous Satellite, Shallow Orbit

Paulina x Valerie [R]: Hunter’s Façade

Sam x Tucker [P]: Techno Goth

Sam x Tucker [R]: Ghost’s Absence, Veggie Burger

Sam x Valerie [R]: Hide N’ Seek

Sam x Vlad [R]: Gothic Vampire

Star x Tucker [R]: Twinkle Techno

Tucker x Valerie [R]: Hunter Silly, Tracking Device

Valerie x Vlad [R]: Misplaced Faith, Secret Disaster

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GHOSTS (52)

Amorpho x Ghost Writer [R]: Tricky Pseudonym

Amorpho x Walker [P]: Undercover Cop

Amorpho x Walker [R]: Tricky Prison

Aragon x Dora [P]: -

Aragon x Dora [R]: Girl In The Tower, Royal Bloodline, Timeless Love

Aragon x Pariah Dark [R]: -

Bertrand x Spectra [R]: Melancholy Assistance

Box Ghost x Lunch Lady [R]: Packaged Food

Box Lunch x Youngblood [P]: -

Box Lunch x Youngblood [R]: Pirate Food

Clockwork x Dan [P]: - House Arrest

Clockwork x Dan [R]: Meddling Minutes

Clockwork x Ghostwriter [R]: History Books

Clockwork x Nocturne [R]: Bed Time, Dream Time

Clockwork x Pariah Dark [R]: Dark Ages

Clockwork x Walker [R]: Doing Time

Dairy King x Lunch Lady [R]: -

Dan x Ghost Writer [R]: Blood Red Ink

Dan x Nocturne [R]: Worst Nightmare

Dan x Pariah Dark [R]: Dark Dark

Desiree x Dora [R]: Royal Wishes

Desiree x Ember [R]: Hot December

Desiree x Pandora [R]: Mythical Wishes

Desiree x Skulker [R]: Traps Desired

Desiree x Spectra [R]: Painful Desires

Desiree x Technus [R]: Talkative Treacherous, Talkative Treachery

Desiree x Walker [R]: Guard Granter

Dora x Lydia [R]: Dragon Tattoo

Dora x Pandora [R]: Dora^2, Panned Doras

Dora x Poindexter [P]: -

Dora x Poindexter [R]: Retro Movie Do, Retro Movie Faire

Ember x Ghost Writer [R]: Burning Pages, Punk Poet, Written Memory

Ember x Johnny [P]: Rebel Youth

Ember x Johnny [R]: Flame’s Shadow

Ember x Kitty [P]: Girl’s Night

Ember x Kitty [R]: Pussycat Dolls

Ember x Skulker [P]: Punk Metal

Ember x Skulker [R]: Hunter’s Flame

Ember x Youngblood [P]: Pirate Sitting

Ember x Youngblood [R]: Punk Rock

Fright Knight x Pariah Dark [R]: All The King’s Men

Ghost Writer x Johnny [R]: Unlucky Author

Ghost Writer x Nocturne [R]: Goodnight Moon

Ghost Writer x Skulker [R]: Gun Magazine

Ghost Writer x Technus [R]: Science Fiction

Ghost Writer x Walker [R]: Penslammeter, Prison Journal

Johnny x Kitty [R]: Black Cat

Nocturne x Pariah Dark [R]: Delusions Of Grandeur

Skulker x Technus [P]: -

Skulker x Technus [R]: Electric Hunter, Generator, Sparks

Spectra x Walker [R]: Insane Asylum, Psyche Ward

Walker x Wulf [R]: Esperanto Code Of Conduct

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GHOSTS/HUMANS (77)

Amorpho x Danny [R]: Anonymity Park

Aragon x Danny [R]: Royal Pain

Box Ghost x Danny [R]: Boxed Phantom

Clockwork x Danny [P]: Lost Time

Clockwork x Danny [R]: Temporal Trust

Clockwork x Jazz [R]: Timely Intelligence

Dairy King x Vlad [P]: Cheese Head

Dairy King x Vlad [R]: Lactose Intolerance

Dan x Dani [P]: -

Dan x Dani [R]: Young Bloodthirst

Dan x Danny [P]: New Beginnings

Dan x Danny [R]: Enslaved Exemplar, Haunted Past

Dan x Freakshow [R]: Control, Dark Side

Dan x Maddie [P]: -

Dan x Maddie [R]: Oedipus Complex

Dan x Paulina [R]: Pitiful Delusion

Dan x Sam [R]: Evil Goth

Dan x Valerie [R]: Dark Gray

Dan x Vlad [P]: The Imperfect Son

Dan x Vlad [R]: Bitterly Broken, Doubly Evil

Dani x Ember [P]: Kid’s Bop

Dani x Ember [R]: Platinum Punk

Dani x Youngblood [P]: Play Date

Dani x Youngblood [R]: Young Love

DannyF x DannyP [P]: Oreo Cookie, Phriendship, Pitch Pals

DannyF x DannyP [R]: Pitch Pearl, Photogenic Narcissus

Danny x Desiree [R]: Haunting Desire

Danny x Dora [R]: Phantom Dragon

Danny x Ember [P]: Baby Pop

Danny x Ember [R]: Phantom Rocker

Danny x Fright Knight [R]: Halloween Phantom

Danny x Frostbite [P]: -

Danny x Ghost Writer [R]: Iambic Prose

Danny x Johnny 13 [R]: Lucky Accident

Danny x Kitty [R]: Phantom Feline

Danny x Lunch Lady [R]: Ghostly Menu

Danny x Nocturne [P]: Restless Spirit

Danny x Nocturne [R]: Teenage Dream

Danny x Poindexter [P]: Locker Buddies

Danny x Poindexter [R]: Noodle Nerds

Danny x Shadow [R]: Phantom Shadows

Danny x Skulker [P]: Cat and Mouse

Danny x Skulker [R]: Callous Query

Danny x Spectra [R]: Phantom Psychology

Danny x Technus [P]: Voltaic Potential

Danny x Technus [R]: Cosmic Cyborg

Danny x Walker [P]: Space Cadet

Danny x Walker [R]: Ghostly Prisoner, Jailbait, Jailbird

Danny x Wulf [P]: Howling Moon

Danny x Wulf [R]: White Fang

Ember x Freakshow [R]: Dark Fire, The Freak Behind Blue Eyes

Ember x Paulina [R]: Perfect Pitch, Pitch Perfect

Ember x Sam [R]: Indie Rock, Somber Sear

Freakshow x Johnny 13 [R]: Hypnotic Shadows, Spaghetti And Meatballs

Freakshow x Lydia [R]: Circus Freaks

Fright Knight x Vlad [R]: New Master

Ghost Writer x Jazz [P]: Mindful Fiction

Ghost Writer x Jazz [R]: Classic Cliché

Ghost Writer x Sam [P]: Poetic Tale

Ghost Writer x Sam [R]: Purple Prose

Ghost Writer x Vlad [R]: Tireless Dedication

Jazz x Ember [R]: Hypno-Therapy

Jazz x Kitty [R]: Feline Grace

Jazz x Spectra [R]: Psycho Analysis

Jazz x Technus [R]: Techno Babble

Lancer x Spectra [R]: School Spirit

Lunch Lady x Tetslaff [R]: Butch-ers, Steak Sit-Ups

Sam x Undergrowth [P]: Gothic Garden, Green Thumb, Over Goth

Skulker x Vlad [P]: Bounty’s Reward

Skulker x Vlad [R]: Hunter’s Gains

Spectra x Vlad [R]: Misery Motivated

Technus x Tucker [P]: Tech Buddies

Technus x Tucker [R]: PDA, Techno Geeks, Technological Advancement

Technus x Vlad [R]: Mad Scientist

Vlad Masters x Vlad Plasmius [R]: Striking Fear

Vlad x Walker [P]: Tax Evasion

Vlad x Walker [R]: Bail Money

#Phandom Pairing Master List

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Wan High Weeping (Part 24)

Aang threw a sheet over his head. Toph had told him to go to the party without her, but he didn’t anticipate going so he didn’t have a costume. So sheet ghost it was. Haru, Teo, and Long-Shot would be there so he wouldn’t be totally alone. He removed the sheet once more, frowned, and flopped into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. On one hand, this party would be an opportunity to meet hot, hopefully caring and accepting guys. On the other hand, he was supposed to be tag-teaming it with Toph wearing the most kick-ass costumes they could. That would have really helped considering he was a marshmallow the rest of the year.

More than that he worried about Toph. Over the phone she made it sound like she was never going to see again. He hoped that she was just being uncharacteristically dramatic. But he had that feeling in his tummy. The uneasy one. He swore that he had some type of sixth sense.

Evidently. he also got the same feeling when thinking about the party.

But he already promised Katara and Suki that he would tag along, and from the sound of it Sokka would be there too. He didn’t want to miss a chance to catch up with Sokka. He looked at the sheet again. Maybe, just maybe, if he searched the basement hard enough, he would find a costume worth wearing.

Hopefully it would go better than the last party he had attended. If it didn’t, he vowed to never go to another party again. He twiddled his thumbs nervously; this would be the first time he would ever sneak out of his home. He couldn’t afford to think about it too much, he was already feeling guilty and he hadn’t even done it yet. His foster family had been so nice to him, his foster mom especially and he was about to go behind her back for a stupid party.

He tried to rationalize; he wasn’t actually sneaking out. He had told her that he would be going out. But he had told her that he’d be trick-or-treating with Toph and Katara.

He wasn’t sneaking he was…fibbing.

A small, teeny, little fib.

That was all.

He sends Katara a quick text. ‘Are we still meeting up for the party?’

She took a little while to respond. ‘I guess, but only because Sokka and Suki are going.’ The dots disappear and reappear. ‘I probably won’t stay long though.’ That was find by him, he hadn’t exactly planned on staying long, himself. He’d probably just say hi to Sokka and Suki, have a few Halloween treats, and head home.

.oOo.

He had nothing even remotely worth wearing to the party so he stuck with the sheet. He flung it over his head and heads out, at the very least he could hide under it and pretend to be anyone but him. He paused and ran back inside to dress himself in a festive shirt—a simple t-shirt with a friendly looking ghost. He wanted to wear a Halloween-themed shirt, just in case he got tired of wandering around in a sheet.

It would seem that he had good timing because his foster mother called up, “Aang, your friend is here!”

He rushed down to greet Katara. She looked perfectly stunning, her hair was braided and beaded with shells and faux pearls woven into it. She wore a skirt that billowed out like mermaid fins and shimmered when caught in the light. “Where are the other two?” He paused before deciding to add, “you look nice today!”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “They’re going to meet us there.” And then with a chuckle she said, “I think that the sheet ghost get up really suits you, it’s cute and a classic.”

.oOo.

He had to admit, the party scene was already rather overwhelming, it was only just started and the house was brimming to the ceiling with people, most of whom he’d never seen before. The entire block must have been invited and then some. No wonder he and Wan High’s other nerds were so easily able to get in. But then, even if the place wasn’t over-crowded he couldn’t see Chan passing on an opportunity to humiliate or mock them. And a party was the perfect place to watch the socially inapt stumble around.

People aside, the music was already much too loud. Granted, he was a fan of the Monster Mash, so he might be able to get used to it. It certainly was better than the overly sexual or overly violent themes of rap and pop. It was also better than the fury and volume of rock and metal.

Next to him, Katara sighed. “What am I doing here?” She was preaching to the choir. “I can’t believe I let Suki talk me into this. We could have been at home watching Halloween specials.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going trick-or-treating with my foster siblings.”

“Oh, Aang, I wish you would have told me that! I totally would have ditched the love birds to help you watch the kids.”

Aang gave a lopsided smile. “Sorry, Kat, I didn’t think about it.” Truth be told he was thinking more with his manhood than anything else. He was tired of being one of Wan High’s only students who’d never had a date.

One way or another, tonight would be a game changer for him.

Aang did a sweep of the party crowd, he spotted the usual attendees; Usha and her clique were dressed as sexy kitties. Jet and his posse took the zombie route. Though, he thought that jailbird costumes would suit them much better. And of course, Chan and his team. Chan himself was a suave vampire in an elaborate tuxedo. It was a little cliché, but at least it wasn’t downright offensive like the rest of his group’s were. Each and every one of them was dressed in drag; horribly stereotyped and poorly rendered parodies of it anyways.

The three groups gathered in the center of the room.

Aang averted his attention and spied TyLee in a cute bumblebee costume standing near the concession stand with Mai. He couldn’t tell what she was supposed to be, but he thought that it might have been some sort of Victorian noble. No less, he couldn’t help but smile at the apparent re-connection. It took him a while to pick out more familiar faces amid the crowd. But then, with an ounce of overwhelming dread, he noticed Hide standing by the DJ stand—likely requesting an awful hip-hop number that wouldn’t fit the holiday at all. He cringed, it would seem that there would be a road block after all and suddenly is thankful for his generic ghost costume.

He spotted Azula too. She was standing on the side of the room opposite to the concession stand. Despite it all, he was curious about her costume. Usually she had the best one. But this year was different. There was nothing elaborate about it and he was left to assume that she had thrown it together just as last minute as he had selected his sheet ghost costume. This year she was dressed as a demon, it was cool enough, but it was missing the flare she usually added.

What truly caught his eye was who she had come to the party with. Teo smiled up at her. Aang thought that his costume was rather creative; he was an aviator and his wheel chair was made to look like an airplane.

But what Aang didn’t see the person he had come there for. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he was looking in the wrong places. Moo-Chee liked hanging out in the corner, mostly alone, but sometimes with Mai or some of the other goth kids.

He shifted his gaze to the corner in question. There he was. Dark, brooding, alluring Moo-Chee. He stood there with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face. No one could possibly be cooler than Moo-Chee. If he could score even one point with him tonight, his place on the social ladder could change.

He wasn’t sure if Moo-Chee liked guys, but if school lore was to be listened to, then Aang just might have a chance.

“You find Suki and Sokka?” Katara asked.

Aang jumped. “What? Oh! No, not yet.”

To his dismay, Katara followed his line of sight. “Him? He’s the guy you’re shooting for tonight? What about Haru? Haru is a good guy. Long Shot?”

“They’re nice, but I don’t know, I think that they’re just friends. I wouldn’t want to make things weird between us.”

“I guess. But, ‘The Dark One’? Oooo.” She wriggled her fingers.

Aang nudged her, “I want to give him a chance.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t realize you were into bad boys.”

“I had a little crush on Zuko, remember?”

“We all remember that.” Chan remarked as he passed by. “Why aren’t you dressed as a fairy?”

“Because it’s Halloween!” Hide shouts from afar. “You’re supposed to dress up as something you aren’t already.”

“Don’t listen to them, you’re going to find a great guy tonight. Even if Moo-Chee doesn’t work out.” Katara quietly reassured him.

He sure hoped so, because his night certainly wasn’t starting right. He let Katara lead him over to the chocolate fountain. “We can wait here, Sokka usually goes right to the food.” She remarked. She picked up a pretzel and dipped it into the chocolate. “Suki is going to love these.”

Aang picked his way through the table until he found the fruits and vegetables until he acquired himself a healthy platter of them. A task made harder by the drag of his sheet, every now and again he’d accidently knock something to the floor.

Out of nowhere Katara jerked and grabbed his arm, “come on Aang, lets go see if we can catch Sokka and Suki before they get into the house. Might be easier, ya know?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He didn’t particularly want to risk losing sight of Moo-Chee, but then again, he couldn’t imagine Moo-Chee actually leaving the corner. He looked over Katara’s shoulder, nothing seemed amiss. He wondered if the spookiness of the season was finally getting to her. He gave the crowd another look and caught sight of a certain zombie merging himself back into it. “Are you sure it’s safe to be here?”

“I’ll be fine. I have…I’m going to have Sokka and there are so many people here.” Katara promised, but the way she wrapped her arms around herself wasn’t even slightly reassuring. “Besides, I can’t just let him scare me away from everything, right? I have to live my life. If I let him take over every part of my life, then he wins.”

Aang shifted nervously, he wasn’t so sure. But she sounded so confident…and he was known for being timid and shying away from things. “If you say so.” Trying to break the tension he offered her a cupcake.

“No thanks, I’m not in the mood for sweets right now.”

Aang shrugged and scarfed it down.

He heard a soft tsking. “I come all the way back here from college and you don’t even offer me a cupcake!” Sokka shook his head. Immediately he burst out laughing and slung an arm over Aang’s shoulder and he had to laugh too. Soon Katara and Suki were snickering as well. “Good to see you again, Aang!”

“How’s the party going?” Suki asked.

“I guess it’s okay as far as a Chan party goes.” Aang said, trying to push Hide’s petty remark out of his mind.

“Jet is here.” Katara noted and Sokka’s expression darkened.

“Don’t worry, he’s been keeping his distance.” Katara stated. “Anyways, Aang, tell them who you’re making a move for.”

Aang’s face flushed.

.oOo.

“No really, I’ll be alright, I’ll just stick close to Sokka and TyLee.” Katara smiled. “Go get him, Aang.”

Aang blushed, had she really caught him staring? A moment of thinking told him that he had made it pretty obvious. “You sure, Katara?”

“Yes, Aang!” She urged. “I don’t want to ruin your shot because I’m being paranoid. I haven’t seen a sign of Jet since we spotted him by the concessions. Maybe he finally found a hobby.”

That sounded like wishful thinking to him. But then again, Jet might be taking a break from his antics to enjoy the party scene. “Are you sure you’re sure?”

Katara rolled her eyes. “Are you stalling?”

“What!? No!”

She gave him another nudge. “Then go get him.”

He hesitated for a moment before shooting her a beaming smile. Now that he had her go ahead, he could take a shot. He took a deep breath and headed towards Moo-Chee’s corner. It was the very same one he had inhabited at the last party. But the closer he got to Moo-Chee, the queasier his stomach felt. He almost wished that Katara hadn’t granted him permission.

“Hi, how’s the corner?” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Who are you?”

Aang chuckled nervously. “Oh, right, forgot…” He pulled the sheet off of his head.

“Oh. Aang.” Moo-Chee muttered. “You having a good time?” Aang was almost certain that he was only asking out of courtesy alone.

“It would be better if Toph were here.” He replied. “But, I guess this has been one of Chan’s better parties so far.”

“That’s true.” Moo-Chee agreed. “This one isn’t as noisy.”

Aang begged to differ but he agreed anyhow. “So uh…your name is Moo-Chee, right? I’m Aang.”

“That’s, The Dark One’, to you.” Moo-Chee corrected with an edge. “Never. Call. Me. Moo-Chee.”

Aang flushed, he wished that he hadn’t removed the sheet. How had he forgotten to use Moo-Chee’s nickname? “S-sorry. I’m uh. I’m just a little nervous because I. Because I haven’t been to a party like this in a while. And Toph was kinda, sorta, supposed to help me through this.” Now he was rambling.

Moo-Chee sighed. “Forgiven, just don’t do it again.”

“So, how does bobbing for apples sound?” Aang asked.

“Perfectly awful.”

“Oh. Okay. How about, the pinata?”

“I hate candy.”

“We can join the costume party.”

That time Moo-Chee scoffed. “This isn’t a costume, this is my lifestyle.”

“Oh really? Because it could be a really cool vampire hunter costume. Or that steampunk stuff.” Frankly, Aang thought that he was going for the industrial metal look. Moo-Chee frowned so Aang attempted to save himself. “It’s a cool lifestyle.”

“I know.” Moo-Chee replied.

“Do you want to leave the corner?”

“Not, at all.” He grumbled. “But I will

.oOo.

Aang did another sweep of the room. He caught sight of Katara conversing with Mai and TyLee. He couldn’t seem to find Suki and Sokka anywhere. He supposed that they would have to meet up after the party. If he were being honest, he kind of wanted to reunite right then. Moo-Chee was sucking the life out of him. He was undeniably hot, but he was so bleak.

He had been trying to make conversation with him for well over an hour and it seemed that he kept stumbling upon all of the wrong things. He learned the hard way that, ‘goths don’t cut themselves, that’s what emo’s do’ and ‘no goth and emo are not the same, emos are whiney and give the scene a bad rep’. Shortly after he learned that all of the bands he thought Moo-Chee would be into were ‘poser favorites’.

But for some reason Moo-Chee still engaged in conversation. Aang took a breath and then a sip of his vampire’s brew, the fruit punch was sweet on his tongue. Maybe he was overthinking things, maybe he was just trying to teach Aang about his lifestyle in his own Moo-Chee way.

Eventually, Aang decided to take a different approach and talk about his interests. All of his favorite indie artists and his favorite incense scents, healing gems, and songs to meditate to. This was going much better.

“So like, if you drink the right tea you can transcend?” Moo-Chee asked. “Is it like, drugs?”

“Not drugs,” Aang emphasizes, “a deeper, calmer meditation.”

“And you guys don’t really like the mainstream?”

Aang doesn’t exactly know what Moo-Chee means by ‘you guys’, but he replied anyhow. “Well, I think pop and rap don’t fit my morals. So I guess you can say I don’t like the mainstream stuff. I’d rather listen to white noise and do some crafts.”

Moo-Chee nodded. “That’s fascinating…”

“Really!?” Aang perked up. So far Moo-Chee was the only person save for Katara, Suki, Sokka, and Toph who didn’t think that it was anything but wimpy.

Moo-Chee snorted, “No. That’s some of the lamest shit I’ve heard all night. Right?”

Hide slapped his knee. “I told you he was a real fag, Moo-Chee.”

Aang felt his face grow hot. He made a mental note to never mention making dream catchers and doing yoga again.

“Real men don’t meditate and make dream catchers.” Moo-Chee remarked. “Even I know that and I wear eyeliner and nail polish.”

Hide turned to Moo-Chee and gave him a high five. “I didn’t realize that you were so witty. Who knew that making you leave the corner was such a good idea.”

Moo-Chee shrugged. “Don’t take it the wrong way. He has been stereotyping the goth community all night, I had to pay him back.”

“Pay me back?” Aang asked. “I thought that you were…”

“What? Into you?” Moo-Chee rolled his eyes. “Gross. I don’t swing like that.”

“But…”

“Rumors, I thought that a dweeb like you would know about those.” He faced Hide again. “I helped you uncover his ridiculous hobbies and went along with his hipster bullshit, now lets talk about getting rid of those rumors I mentioned.”

“Deal.” Hide shook his hand. “Just do one last thing for me.”

“Oh right.” He turned his attention back to Aang. “As great as our yoga date sounded, I’m going to have to cancel.”

.oOo.

Aang groaned, how had he fallen for that one? He should have known that a pretty guy like Moo-Chee was going to lead him on. He was a nerd. A dork. A zero. A complete loser. Of course he wouldn’t get lucky on his first try.

He wanted to cry but he knew that it would be exactly what Hide had been waiting for. It would be even more ammo, God knew that Aang had given him a supply of that to last a lifetime and then some. He ran his hands over his face. This wouldn’t have happened if Toph were here. How was he supposed to go back to school now?

Laughter echoed around the room. They were laughing at him weren’t they?

Everyone was laughing at him.

The school priss.

The gay virgin.

He had to get out of there.

“Aang!” Katara called. But he wasn’t in the mood for one of her bright-eyed, optimistic pep talks. “Aang, please!” She sounded almost desperate. But he would listen to her motherly speeches later. Right now he had to get some air.

He rushed for the door, not expecting a race. Azula shoved past him at a pace that would leave the school’s track team in aw. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one having a miserable time. This party was a disaster through and through.

He made it to the patio when it struck him that he couldn’t go home just yet. Trick-Or-Treating was still in full swing and his foster mother would have a lot of questions if he showed up early. Especially if he did so with neither Toph nor Katara.

He sat on one of the empty chairs and sulked. This night was going so dreadful and he couldn’t even run home this time. Instead, he had to sit there and hold back tears.

“Aang?” He looked up to see Haru in the most ridiculous pirate costume. Long-Shot in an equally ridiculous Robin Hood costume trailed behind. Aang could have sworn he saw the boy shoot Haru a thumbs up.

“Hey, Haru…”

“What’s going on?”

“You mean you didn’t hear?”

Haru winces. “Moo-Chee isn’t that special. I mean come on, he calls himself The Dark One. Everyone knows that he’s a big loser too, he was just trying to impress everyone…”

“It worked.” Aang frowned.

“You want to have some real fun tonight?” Haru offered.

“Depends, what is ‘fun’?”

“I was thinking, an overload Halloween candy and some spooky, scary movies. Courtesy of Long-Shot and I.”

“We were going to invite Teo…” Long-Shot trailed off.

“But he has a date.” Haru finished. “What do you say, Aang?”

“Where’d you get the candy?” Aang asked.

Haru motioned to the rest of the block. “Duh.”

“I thought you were at the party.”

Haru nearly doubled over in laugher. “What, hell no! I thought about it for a while and we decide to skip it. A good choice, from the looks of it.”

“A very good choice.” Aang nodded. “Yeah, candy and movies sound great right now.”

#Avatar #Aang #Katara #Haru #Sokka #Suki #Azula #Mai #Tylee #Jet #Chan #Toph #Fanfiction

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Written by MARC GUGGENHEIM Penciled by DIEGO BERNARD & THONY SILAS Cover by RYAN STEGMAN Sacrifices were made in the fight against Scythian — so where do the X-Men go from here? They’d better decide quickly, because the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is back — and deadlier than ever! As the Gold squad bids farewell to one of its own and faces its most devastating loss, what exactly is wrong with Rachel Summers? And when Kitty Pryde and her team end up in prison, who will protect the good people of New York? Prepare to meet…the new X-Men Gold! They’ll stand up to the Shredded Man and other deadly threats — but something bigger than they can imagine has survived the Negative Zone and is on its way, looking for revenge! Can our jailbird mutants — with the help of the rest of the Big Apple’s super heroes — somehow lend a hand? Collecting X-MEN GOLD #21-25. 120 PGS./Rated T+ …$15.99 ISBN: 978-1-302-90975-8

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Prompt for Speirs, Nix and Harry. Getting arrested for some crazy stunt they've pulled and Lip and Dick (maybe Kitty? Although she seems like a more crazy stunt type of person expect she would never get caught) picking them up at police station. I just can't get that image out of my mind of Nix, Ron and Harry sitting handcuffed in waiting area of police station like that one scene in "The Hangover".

Kitty is going to kill him.

At this point, he isn’t being dramatic. He’s not entertaining some mournful fantasy thought up during the many idle minutes he’s had tonight. It’s a fact.

Harry has accepted it. He’s ready to die. It’s been a good life, all things considered.

He swings his foot in a wide arch, tracking it with his eyes. The motion is monotonous, dizzying — boring. It does little to take his mind off their situation, but honestly it’s all he’s got right now.

(Why do they confiscate your phone in prison, anyway? It’s not like you’re going to saw your way out of the cell with the memory chip. At worst, maybe you could fling it at a guard’s head, but what’s the point?)

He’s stuck in a tiny cell with three other guys, nothing to do, and the looming certainty that Kitty is going to strangle him once they get home.

“You know,” he sighs. “I knew I’d screw up plenty in my life, but I never thought I’d end up in the Big House.”

“This isn’t the big house,” Speirs replies in a flat voice. “We’re in a holding cell at the police station. This is a very little house.”

Of all three of them, Speirs is the one that’s most calm about this. Harry isn’t surprised, by any means, but he feels like he ought to be more alarmed. Speirs’s nonchalance about the fact that they now all have records would be worrying if Harry didn’t suspect the man already has outstanding warrants for him in multiple states.

To be fair, it wasn’t Speirs’s idea to steal the statue. It wasn’t Harry’s, either. It was all Nix’s idea -- Nix, who knew the absolute best thing to do after fighting with his boyfriend was drag his friends out to get shitfaced; Nix, who saw the statue and knew in an instant that it would make the perfect ‘I’m sorry’ gift for Dick.

Stealing a statue is a lot harder than it looks. Who’d have guessed?

A loud snore rings out from the single cot in the corner of the cell. Annoyance flaring up, Harry tosses one of his shoes in that direction. Nixon sits up, bleary eyed, looking more affronted than Harry’s ever seen him.

“If we don’t get to rest, neither do you. I don’t care how many shots you’ve got to sleep off.”

Nixon slumps against the wall, sullen, but doesn’t go back to sleep. Harry can count that to his credit, at least, if absolutely nothing else. It’s Nixon’s fault that they’re in this mess in the first place; and Nixon better be paying their bail, or else Harry will have to kill his friend before Kitty manages to get to him.

Speirs alternates between slinking around the cell like a trapped cat or slumped on the floor, tracing patterns in the dirt with his fingertips. Nixon was too drunk to move from the cot the moment they were tossed in the cell, and too lazy once he sobered up. Harry spent a few hours pacing, trying to swallow back his distress before he could start full-out panicking, but now he’s worn himself out. He leans against the bars of the tiny cell, relishing the feeling of them digging into his back, and tries to imagine what the outside world looks like.

Maybe it’s still night; or maybe it’s early in the morning, the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon. Will he ever see the sun again?

“My dad almost went to prison,” Nix says suddenly, in a tone so conversational that it takes Harry a second to realize what he’s saying. “He beat a kid half to death with an oar in college.”

Speirs and Harry blink at him, neither one sure what to make of the information he’s offered up. Maybe Nix doesn’t expect them to make anything of it. He smiles to himself, grim and humorless, leaning back against the brick wall. “Glad to see I’m still not the family disappointment.”

Harry whistles. “Remind me never to drop by yours for Thanksgiving.”

“Our cook would mistake you for the turkey.”

Speirs stretches his legs out in front of him and sighs. Harry purses his lips, draws his knees up, and rests his chin on top of them. Something he thinks he’s better off not knowing what the hell his friends are thinking. (Hell, if he were smart, he wouldn’t get involved with any of them at all.)

The sudden sound of the door opening jars him to attention. He sits up, pushing away from the bars and spinning around, only to come face to face with the sheriff's deputy. A ring of keys dangles in his hands. He steps up, and a metal clink sounds as he unlocks the cell door.

“Good news,” he announces. “You’ve been bailed out, Mr. Speirs.”

That’s when Harry notices who followed the deputy into the room: one very unamused Carwood Lipton.

Lip is wearing a rumpled sweater. His hair is uncombed, and dark circles ring his eyes. His mouth is pressed into a thin line as he studies the three men in the cell. Harry doesn’t think he’s sees Lip look so done in all the time he’s known him.

“Lip!” Lacking the self-preservation skills necessary to keep himself out of prison in the first place, Nix looks thrilled to see him. He lights up in a way that he usually doesn’t unless there’s a bottle of Vat 69 in front of him. “I knew it wouldn’t take you long to get here!”

Speirs files out of the cell like a kid who’s got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. He looks appropriately shamed by Lip’s hard stare; when his boyfriend’s hand lands on his back, he goes tense. His head is bowed so low that Harry’s surprised his forehead isn’t touching the ground.

“You and I are having a talk later,” Lipton announces. Ron mumbles something Harry can’t hear, but that’s got to be along the lines of, “yes, dear.”

Lipton’s arm twines around his shoulders. “Now, let's go home.”

A jolt of alarm shoots through Harry’s stomach as their friends take a step back. He’s not the only one who’s realized something is terribly not right. “Wait,” demands Nix, pressing himself against the bars. “What does that mean? When are we getting out of here?”

Lip shoots him a bland look. “That’s a good question.”

“You mean you’re leaving us?” Harry demands, choking on his own disbelief. Surely Lip, faithful, good Lip could never be so cruel…

“That’s the way it is, boys,” Lip replies, turning his back on them both. “Whatever happens, you’ll have to face the music on your own. Consider that your first punishment.”

It’s like a door to heaven slamming in their faces; salvation slips from their reach once again. Their first punishment, he said, and the words echo in their heads. Whatever hell their significant others will see fit to rain down upon their heads, Lip has recused himself of any responsibility. If he doesn’t pay their bail, it’s not his problem.

(Lip’s only problem will be Speirs, and what a problem he is. Whatever condemnation Lip has planned for him, Harry hopes he doesn’t show any mercy.)

Lip files out of the police station, dragging a subdued Ron behind him. Harry can only gape in incredulity.

“I don’t believe it,” he mutters. Nix snorts out a humorless laugh.

“I can. Traitor.”

Harry can’t tear his eyes away from the cell door, once more locking them away from the outside world. “Wha- what —“ he starts, voice coming out high pitched. “What do we do?”

“Relax. I’ve got my lawyers on it already. We'll both be bailed out by morning. Just give them a chance to do their work.”

Nix looks so sure of his own words that his calm begins to infect Harry too, like a virus. Slowly, he feels the worst of his anxieties start to fade. It’s not that bad, as long as Nix is here. It won’t be that bad as long as he’s stuck in jail alongside a guy rich enough to buy the whole police precinct. He’s going to be alright.

Then he looks away from Nixon and back at the bars of the cell. His stomach drops.

Nixon’s money better do it’s damn work soon, because Harry’s not sure how much longer he can stand being a jailbird.

Nixon doesn’t come through.

Before his “people” get the chance to wire any bail money, Dick gets there first. Somehow neither of them had considered the worst case scenario — Dick finding out his boyfriend is in prison before Nixon could get out. Of course, being Dick, he wasn’t going to let him sit there; of course Nix, being Nix, didn’t want Dick to know a thing about this whole endeavor until he could tell Dick himself.

It was not to be.

Nixon is marched from his cell like a man going off to his execution, desperately glancing behind him at Harry for help. As if Harry can do anything. He’s a little locked up at the moment. Literally.

All Nixon gets the chance to do is mouth I’m sorry before the door slams shut, leaving Harry alone once more.

Harry sits back against the cell wall and stares up at the ceiling. His last option is gone. This is it, then.

There’s only one way out, and he just has to wait for her to calm down enough to show up.

Kitty walks into the cell wearing a brand new purple dress, heels, and the gleaming gold necklace Harry got her for her last birthday. Her hair is done, curls pinned on top of her head and falling gently around her face. She’s gotten a manicure; her nails glisten.

It’s almost four o’clock in the afternoon. Harry has been sitting in prison since midnight.

“Sweetheart —“ is the first thing out of his mouth. Kitty silences him with a chilly stare.

“Harry, I don’t even want to hear it.”

The warden unlocks the door; Harry doesn’t wait a second before bounding out, adrenaline racing at the new window of freedom. He goes to hug Kitty, but she sidesteps him. He almost winds up hugging the warden instead, who, to be fair, seems cool with it.

“Come on,” Kitty sighs. “We’re going home, and we can have a long talk when we get there.”

Harry is led like a dog on a leash out of the police station. He bows his head against the bright sunlight, so foreign that it almost blinds him. He’s so distracted that he barely even realizes Kitty is driving the car until she’s already sliding into the driver’s seat.

“What the hell?” he spits out. “You didn’t get rid of the car?”

“I had no reason to,” replies Kitty. “You were the ones who got caught.”

Harry’s eyes widen. He plops down in the passenger's seat, and slams the door hard enough to make the car shake. “Are you kidding me?” he hisses. “You drove away without us! What happened to ‘for better or for worse’?”

Kitty eyes him over the top of her sunglasses, unimpressed. “What happened to ‘knowing how to run’?”

In retrospect, Kitty probably would have made a very good criminal. Hell, she probably could have stolen the statue and gotten away with it. The only reason she was designated driver in the first place was because she was the only one of them sober enough to drive; Harry expected she would stick by them anyway. The designated driver is supposed to wait until every member of the party is in the car, not tear off alone at the first sound of sirens.

Then again, it’s probably for the best. Harry can’t picture Kitty in prison.

“You're being charged drunk and disorderly, with a side of public nuisance, since it's not like you really got anywhere with the statue. Next time you come up with a plan to do something stupid, make sure it’s a thing you can pull off.” She narrows her eyes out onto the road, and adds as an afterthought, “Also, don’t do anything stupid.”

Harry leans back in his seat and sighs. A tiny laugh escapes him. It’s been a long day.

“Baby, can we please just go home?”

Kitty hums in agreement and switches the radio on. As soon as Jailhouse Rock starts blaring from the speakers, it occurs to Harry that they don’t even own any Elivs Presley albums.

Kitty looks very pleased with herself.

#Anonymous #my writing #i dont even know what to tag this with lol #except that i aspire to kittys level of pettiness

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kitty and the jailbird

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So I’m bored in quarantine and started playing Lovelink, who knew my favorite character would be the convict :))

I’m now writing small snippets with Damien Jones, for my own amusement. Also moodboards... I am BORED!

Look, dude, you're hot

But not worth the hassle

Good luck finding...

whatever it is you're looking for

-User unmatched-

His fingers curled around the phone, the cheap plastic cover letting a small crackle and he had to resist the urge to punch the nearest bookcase. Last thing he wanted was to be kicked out from his little safe haven. But the pounding in his head was getting worse, his face set in a permanent scowl for as long as he could remember.

-Swipe for more profiles-

What was he even doing? This was stupid! He was stupid for thinking anyone would stick around to talk o him after making sure the prison was not just a joke, a way to get attention. And maybe it was better this way... what was the end goal here anyway?

No goal. Just his imminent end, ever lurking in the back of his mind, crawling towards him slowly. A tidal wave of darkness somewhere in the distance, but so massive it made his stomach churn. Vision blurred and he closed his eyes. He could hear his drumming heart in his ears, it was all he could hear.

'They should just kill me already and get it over with!' The thought got him spiraling even deeper. Seven years with the notion that death was coming made Damien numb to the concept. He had nothing left to live for after all, he had no one to keep up the façade for and there was no one fighting for him. His pop was gone, his crew abandoned him...

...and then there was him!

His entire body shook, breaking at the seams with anger, but at the same time heavy as lead, too tired to do anything about it. What was there to do, except wait for it all to be done, to die knowing that the evil bastard got to live unpunished?

Damien cared little if he died. He'd accept right there on the spot an eternity of torture if he could drag Bennie down with him. Justice for what he'd done...

The phone cracked a little more in his hand and the screen flashed open.

-Love might be just one swipe away-

He scoffed outload, the sound, low as it was, breaking the silence in the library. He was still for a moment, listening for movements. He felt silly for a moment, overly paranoid and scared.

'Like a wild animal in the wild in captivity.' But he remembered all the close encounters he'd had over the years and listened just a little more. Silence, no one was coming after him, this time.

He was about to hide his phone and go back to wallow in his cell when his eyes landed on the screen.

He tapped on the info.

Kate Summers

Daydreamer and a bit of a clutz. pretty shy but always up for a little adventure. not very good at this.

Hi! Just moved to town and looking for other lonely souls, be it for friendship or love. I adore cats and sweets and everything in the fantasy genre. Kind spirits welcomed to chat and get to know each other! What do you have to loose? ♡

He stared at the picture, the colors vibrating through the small display. The vivid green of the grass peppered with pretty white flowers, the blue of the sky that went on forever. Free! The smile on her face, small and genuine. She was... cute.

"looking for other lonely souls"

'She's gonna be eaten alive on this app.' A little naïve lamb that stumbled into a den of hungry, hungry wolves. Finger on the screen, he moved to dragged left. She was not his type at all. Some soft, bubbly, romance loving girly like her would never even look his way.

He took his finger off and the picture snapped back in the center. Such gentle eyes...

"What do you have to loose?"

Kate was sad. She plopped onto the couch, fluffy PJs and big bowl of ice cream in hand. Second date to ditch her for their suddenly returning ex. One more and it would become a pattern.

He swiped right.

'Maybe it was just an excuse, like, not to hurt my feelings?' But rejection still hurt, especially since she thought the dates were going prey well... There was nothing to be done. Better tings were surely waiting on the horizon!

'Or maybe a dating app is not the answer...' She took her phone out and tapped the uninstall button. As if sensing her intention, the notification popped up right as she was abut to hit the OK. A sign?

She took a big spoonful of ice cream and opened the app instead. She had nothing to lose. And nothing better to do... Chatting to some new people seemed like the best way to pass the time.

-Swipe now for potential matches-

The first profile was... intense.

She giggled. He took that bad boy look to perfection. And those arms... She tapped the profile.

Damien Jones

a little rough around the edges. swipe left if your dad's a cop.

unlike most guys on here, i'm not gonna rush into anything. i got all the time in the world and just wanna talk. prison is giving me so much to think about, so i'm up for deep conversations. looking for an open mind and one that doesn't scare too easily...

Her face fell a bit, sad but not entirely sure why. She couldn't even imagine how hard it must be in prison. How did he even have a phone??

"so i'm up for deep conversations. looking for an open mind and one that doesn't scare too easily"

He was cute. And had such pretty green eyes... But who knew what he was in for. He could be a serial killer for all she knew. He could also be there for getting his taxes wrong.

'No way to find out except to talk to him.'

She read his info again, fixating a bit too long on the 'deep conversation' part. She shook her head. She was overthinking this. Worst case scenario she just unmatched him and moved on. Or his ex popped back in the picture... She couldn't quite decide which would be worse, but either way, she was curious about he guy.

Chances were she was not even his type.

She swiped right.

-IT'S A MATCH-

'Oh...'

#lovelink #damien jones #kitty and the jailbird #austin russo #counterpart

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