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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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This might be the second worst thing that’s ever happened to Gareth while wearing these stupid shorts, or in general he guesses. The first being when he was in gym class and the got caught on the fence he tried to hop in order to skip said class, successfully exposing his lemon yellow carebear boxers, the only pair he had left because everything else was in the wash. Luckily it was only the gym teacher, Mr Carrey, and Linda Stern, a girl that kept to herself so unlikely to share such scandal. Neither brought it up again but that doesn’t mean Gareth was free of the memory, or free of reliving it whenever he opened his drawer to pull out some underwear.

But it’s not just the shorts that tie Gareth’s ‘most embarrassing and traumatising events of my life so far’ memories together. No, the instigator of both of these events also keeps them joined in Gareth’s mind. Edward Munson. It was Eddie who insisted that skipping class while in said class would be the smartest move to make ‘think of it Gareth, imagine it, skipping right under Mr Carrey's nose? He'd never expect it! High class rogue moves for sure!’

So of course Gareth was convinced by Eddie’s manic eyes and excitement and successfully flashed his gym teacher while the mastermind was laughing and pulling him down off the fence. Mr Carrey must have felt sorry enough for Gareth to let him run and isn’t that a fun addition to an already horrific memory?

Anyway, back to Eddie Munson; worst person to enter Gareth’s life. Because now? Now Gareth is stood outside a stupidly big and stupidly fancy house, in the offensive (now repaired, thanks Granny) gym shorts, and a pair of plastic and bent out of shape fairy wings. Originally he was supposed to be in a white vest too but he drew the line there, adamant he’d be wearing his Iron Maiden shirt to save some sort of dignity. And to top it all off it’s a beautiful day so of course people are out mowing their lawns, families are walking their dogs, children are playing in the streets and just enjoying the surprisingly mild february weather. All of them staring, quite obviously, at what they see as a strange teenager in wings being shouted at by an equally strange kid hiding behind a, not nearly big enouhg, bush for ‘stealth reasons’ apparently.

‘RING THE DOORBELL MAN, COME ON!’

Gareth slowly turns to look over his shoulder to glare at Eddie who is peaking around the shrubbery.

‘YOU RING THE FUCKING DOORBELL!’

‘GARETH YOU PROMISED! DON’T BE A DICK’

‘YEAH, BECAUSE YOU TRICKED ME!’

‘NO I DIDN’T, YOU SAID YES NOW RING TH-’

Of course that’s exactly when the door to the stupid house opens and the reason Gareth is here steps into the doorway.

Gareth grits his teeth and begins to recite his lines ‘Steve, o steve. You are beauty that has to be seen to be believed. Wont you be mine until the end of time?’ He finishes and stands glaring over Steve fucking Harrington’s shoulder

‘DO THE FUCKING REST GARETH’ Eddie’s voice emanates from somewhere to the back of Gareth, probably still hiding behind the stupid bush. So Gareth ‘does the rest’ he does a very slow and deliberate 360 spin before crouching down to one knee and shooting a plastic bow and arrow at Steve’s chest. Of course the arrow just rattles to the floor, sad and pathetic, just like it’s shooter Gareth thinks to himself.

‘Gareth? Why…umm, are you okay?’ Steve is obviously trying to hold back laughter and doing a terrible job of it. His face is convulsing like he’s just eaten a whole lemon, rind and all. And well, who knows, maybe he has, maybe it's a secret trick for keeping his hair so big, Gareth isn’t here to judge, he just wants to leave.

‘Dude please just answer the question and put me out of my misery’ He’s still half on the ground and his knee hurts and it’s hot and he’s kneeling at Steve Harrington’s fucking door dressed as a fucking cupid because he couldn’t say no to his fucking stupid fucking best friend. Gareth pulls himself away from thoughts of despair when he sees Steve’s mouth open to speak. He’s got one hand on the door frame, the other on the back of his neck

‘Oh, uh, yeah? I mean, yes? This is for Eddie right?’ Gareth stopped listening after the initial ‘yeah’, instead standing and turning to the, very small, hedge Eddie was doing an awful job of concealing himself behind

‘HE SAID YES. CAN I GO HOME NOW?’

Suddenly there's a whoop and an air punching Eddie Munson who realises he’s exposed his ‘perfect’ (shitty) hiding spot and is in full view of Steve. The idiot even tries to play off the air punch by combing his hand through his hair which obviously gets stuck on his rings and then tries to play that off by just keeping his hand in his hair while waving with the other, not trapped hand. With a violent yank he manages to free the entangled fingers with only a small whine.

‘Uhh…Hi Steve’ Eddie says with a dopey smile and somehow, somehow he’s got an equally lovesick looking Steve smiling right back at him ‘Hi Eddie’. At this point, Gareth has quite frankly had enough, Eddie and Steve are slowly walking towards each other like some romcom end of the movie scene and he’ll be dammed if he’s watching those two tragically flirt at each other. So he grabs the van keys out of Eddie’s pocket as he passes, resigning himself to an hour of shooting Eddie’s empty cans in the back of the van while he waits. Gareth is almost off the lawn when Eddie must get brave

‘NICE SHORTS BY THE WAY CUPID’

‘FUCK YOU!’ Gareth snaps the arrow in two trudges off, wings flapping behind him.

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Three weeks ago

Gareth was at his desk, he was trying to practice some drum rhythms when Eddie flounced in and dramatically dropped onto his bed. For the past half hour Gareth had been regaled with yet more ‘reasons why Steve Harrington is my dream man’ from Eddie

‘You don’t understand man. He was just driving and the Eagles came on. Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s the eagles, but it was life in the fast lane and he was singing along to it dude. The line! You know the one! I swear it was an instant hard on, thought I’d came by the end’

‘DUDE STOP. STOP. I’ll do whatever you want just please never talk to me about your Steve related dick events again’ Listen, Gareth loved Eddie, he did. But there's only so much a man can withstand and Eddie could monolgue for hours if given the chance.

‘Whatever I want?’ There was no obvious devious tone here but Gareth still should have known better than to agree. If he had clocked Eddie's face he would have seen an expression so devious that he'd be running out the door.

‘Yes! Fuck, just no more. My ears are never going to feel clean again’

#fun fact Gareth kept the wings and wore them to the next cc gig and people started calling him moth man #Eddie got INCREDIBLY jealous #bought his own pair and was called mothra #they now have a moth band side project #well my guys I was going to wait but the anxiety of it sitting in my drafts is too much #so here’s some questionable content that I hope people may find even slightly funny #this is SILLY #I am SORRY #I just!!! thought this would be funny!!!!#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things

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maxwell-grant · 4 months

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hi. you've mentioned Donald Duck a few times in your posts, with scrooge being one step removed from pulp heroes, Donalds Paparinik (Italian superhero identity which I love, the new PK Adventures where lovely) in terms of their relation to the Diabolik line of European superheroes and Donalds general tendency to run head first down slippery slopes. so I'm wondering if you have any further thoughts on his comics and weird place in the superhero/pulp world

Oh God, do I. I mostly wanna talk about the superhero side of things but I feel like it's worth mentioning I grew up with Donald Duck comics, specifically the Carl Barks ones. The picture above wasn't taken by me but I own and recognize like 7 of the books in it, my mom always bought these that collected several of his stories and had these beautiful painting covers so we could read them together, and I still flip through them on occasion and love them very much (I really wanna buy a translated edition of Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck to read with her but those cost a liver). Donald Duck was one of my childhood hyperfixations and I got my hands on all the comics and movies and cartoons I could find with him, and I actually did read several of the Italian comics, I could go down the stationery right now and grab 5. I first stumbled on Paperinik via those, and for long I didn't think much of it, because Donald Duck moonlighting as a superhero for decades isn't the kind of thing that comes up often. I just thought Paperinik was a weird but funny idea for the longest time and always liked rereading a story where he puts on the costume to scare a rich jerk into leaving his granny's farm alone. And THEN I stumbled onto PKNA, Paperinik New Adventures, and oh my god this rules so much.

Actually one of the best superhero comics I've ever read, it's just constantly and consistently doing these wild absurd stories and swings into genre territory and quality storytelling. It's famous for opening it's first issue with aliens genociding an entire planet and I thought that was kinda overselled, and it's not frequently this dark (sometimes it actually gets darker though, and I probably stopped before it could really get there), but it is a very weird comic. It's more akin to Fantastic Four's serialized consistency than any kind of graphic novel prestige storyline but it is frequently so good at what it does, even the lamer issues are still worth reading. I like describing it as Donald Duck falling headfirst into Batman-level resources, forced to deal with Superman problems (on both the "huge sci-fi horrors" and "people being really, really irresponsible dicks" ends), while trying to stay Ditko's Spider-Man and failing. These do not feel quite like any Donald Duck comics I'd read before and while they would hold up with a different character, I do think they deserve credit for how they make it still always feel like you're reading a Donald Duck story, if a slightly different one. In fact I'd even say PKNA actually makes the concept feel more suited for Donald Duck in a way that brought the idea full circle.

To those of you that don't know, Paperinik started as a villain, or more of a revenge fantasy. By that point there was a tradition of doing a lot of parody stories with Donald that started in 1953. By the late 60s, readers were dissatisfied with Donald Duck always constantly being mistreated by the rest of the supporting cast and losing unfairly, so it was decided to have one of those parodies feature Donald Duck as uncovering the fortune and resources of "Fantomius" and becoming a masked rogue able to get back at them by achieving the impossible, in that he both steals from Scrooge and defeats Gladstone's luck by framing him for it.

He had a stint as a master thief until it was decided it made him too mean, so he morphed into a superhero trying to overcome his prior bad reputation and using his new skills and gadgets (still prone to malfunctioning) to deal with his typical rogues and new ones, and having the admiration of his nephews who don't know that Unca Donald and Paperinik are the same. PKNA, in turn, was sort of a reboot, shedding the previous history and pretty much getting rid of Donald's traditional supporting cast and having Donald stumble onto a different set of resources and means to fight crime, but keeping the idea of Donald Duck having a superhero alter-ego that nobody suspects. The scale and menace of the threats he's up against DRASTICALLY increases, and if anything that fact is crucial to what allows these to still feel like Donald Duck stories, even with Paperinik being a genuinely impressive and cool hero able to save the world. Nobody believes Donald Duck could be a cool and impressive person if he tried, and so Paperinik becomes not just a power fantasy, or a call to something better or be someone better, but it becomes a key component of Donald Duck stories: a thankless job he's expected to do that he doesn't want to do until his pride or something crucial is on the line. These are still parables about human failures and what can be learned from them.

I'd even say a big part of why they succeed is because they introduce a character who can pick up Donald's slack as a comically unpleasant ill-tempered grouch in need of a lesson protagonist in Angus Fangus, a character who's sort of J Jonah Jameson meets Harvey Bullock. Angus has it out for Paperinik and gets up to a lot of the antics you would traditionally expect Donald to be doing if this was a classic Donald Duck comic (and even has a Gladstone-esque rival of his own in another reporter), and getting to learn lessons and be humbled and even have his own set of impressive moments. The choice to give an entirely new cast around Donald greatly added to the comic's ability to experiment and do new things while still keeping the core of Donald.

I actually like a lot of these new dynamics better than the ones he traditionally has, I love The Raider and Lyla and One and oh god Xadhoom, Xadhoom is so fucking cool, such a cool design and name, this powerful roaring supernova stickbug alien person in a crusade of murderous vengeance who names herself her language's equivalent of creditor because the death of her entire planet is the DEBT SHE WILL COLLECT IN BLOOD ENERGY and she is just the most 90s anti-hero ever made except she's stuck in a Donald Duck comic getting into comedic situations and learning to laugh and feel emotions and learn from her mistakes again whether she likes it or not. These two are so good together.

Even with a superhero lair and supercomputer and gadgetry handed to him, Donald Duck is so comically outmatched against his opponents he still winds up winning through guile and will and comedic trickery. Donald desperately wishes he could go on self-serving ventures or just sit at home and enjoy tv, and not get dragged into dealing with murderous alien invasions, or cyberpunk revenge stories, or collapsing future timelines, and still having to solve those problems so there's a world to come back. The stories are frequently fun and they are prevailingly comedic and very good at it too, but they also get a lot out of taking weird turns into unexpected territory.

I haven't finished it because I wasn't able to find it in full or keep track of what's the og series and what's the reboot, still trying to sort that out, but god what a find this series is. What a great strange turn in the history of this great strange character.

#replies tag #donald duck #disney #pkna #paperinik #paperinik new adventures #xadhoom #disney ducks #duck comics

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yazthebansheek · 1 month

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Some basic things about my Creepypasta au!

Ask me or the creepypastas anything! PLEASSEEE I NEED SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE 😭💀

Ships:

Jeff the killer x Eyeless Jack

Candy Pop x Jason the Toymaker

Jane the Killer x Mary Vaughn

Bloody Painter x Puppeteer

Nathan the Nobody x Ciara

Suicide Sadie x Roadwalker

Clockwork x Nina the killer

Nurse Ann x Dr. smiley

Pinkamena x Rainbow factory

lulu x the skroll

Homicidal liu x Hannah the killer?

Ben drowned x Lost silver

Luring Lyra x Kate the chaser

Candy Cane x April fools?

Masky x hoodie?

Weeping Forest x Ally SlenderDoll

I don’t know a lot about marble hornets btw so…. :’)

Pasta groups:

circus pastas: Papa Grande, Jason the Toymaker, Candy Pop, Candy Cane, Laughing Jack, Laughing Jill, Puppeteer, Nathan the nobody.

The killerz: Jeff the killer, Homicidal Liu, Asylum Nancy, Nina the killer, Clockwork

The girls: Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Clockwork, Sally, Suicide Sadie

These people idk what to call them: puppeteer, Bloody painter, Zero, Nurse Ann, Judge Angel

Slender family: slenderman, Splendorman, Trenderman, Offenderman, Surrender, Slendrina.

The monochrome crew: Zero, Laughing Jack, Puppeteer, Kagekao, Hobo heart.

The doctors: Nurse Ann, Doctor smiley, Doctor pain, EJ.

The dumbass trio: Jeff the killer, Ticci-Toby, Ben drowned.

Slendrina is Slenderman’s daughter. Lazari lives with Sadiya and Puppeteer.

Puppeteer doesn’t really work for slenderman nor Zalgo. He’s just there honestly lol

Homicidal liu lives by himself in a cabin in the woods.

Jane and Mary live together

Slender’s main proxies:

Masky, Hoodie, Ticci-Toby, Weeping Forest, Kate the chaser, Ally SlenderDoll, Rogue.

Zalgo’s main proxies:

Sonic.exe, Dr. locklear, Mr. Wide mouth, Stripes, Dark link, The Skroll, glitchy red, Jane Arkensaw

Boys:

Jeff the killer (Jeffery Woods)

Ben drowned (Benjamin Lawman)

ticci-Toby (Tobias Rodgers)

masky (Tim Wright)

hoodie (Brian Thomas)

eyeless jack (Jack Nyras)

laughing jack

Lost silver (Gold)

Papa grande

herobrine

Dr.smiley

Homicidal Liu (Liu Woods)

hobo heart

Jason the toymaker (Jason Meyers)

Vine the dollmaker

julius the dressmaker

Candy Pop / Night terrors

X-virus (Cody)

Smile dog

Nathan the nobody (Nathan Lux)

Puppeteer (Jonathan Blake)

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Kagekao

Wilson the Basher

Girls:

Jane the killer (Jane Richardson)

Sally Williams (Sally Maryam Williams)

Nina the killer (Nina Hopkins)

Judge Angels (Dina Angela Clark)

Lulu (Lucile Tiffany gracefield)

Nurse Ann (Ann Lusen Mia)

Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette)

Laughing Jill

Candy Cane

Zero (Alice Marie Jackson)

Suicide Sadie (Sadie Marie Bennett

Roadwalker (Zayner Nanook)

Jane Arkensaw

Nula

Mary Vaughn

Ally the Slenderdoll (Adeline Abendroth)

Weeping forest (Jennifer Ryhnes)

Rouge (Heather Marshall)

Lilly the Jester

Ms. P (Ms. Pencilneck)

Stripes (Eloise Sarah Bellarose)

Sadiya

Lazari (Lazari Natalie Swann)

Lifeless Lucy (Lucy Jones)

Lily Kennett

Ellison Burns (Ellison Wright)

Rose (Rose Fairen)

Elizabeth Vazquez

Anna (Anna Schurks)

Kate the chaser (Kate Milens/Hayes)

April Fools

Emra

I feel fantastic / Tara

Hachishakusama

Kuchisake-Onna

Sadako (Samara Morgan)

Kayako

Hanako-San

Yuki-Onna

Beings of the forest… (That hold a lot of power)

Zalgo

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Trenderman

Slenderwoman

Hachishakusama

Candy Pop (Mostly Night Terrors)

Zalgo’s Family:

Sadiya

Lazari

Stripes

Kaidy

Senora

Cynthia Ezelle (My oc)

Realms (Within the slender forest and such)

The Slender Forest Itself

The slendermansion

Homicidal Liu’s Cabin (In the slenderforest)

Granny’s house

Slendrina’s Mansion

Zalgo’s territory and base.

Roadwalker’s clearing

Sadiya’s house (Puppeteer, Sadiya, and Lazari)

The old abandoned Hospital

Jason the toymaker’s realm

The Abyss (Candy Pop’s realm)

The Mindscape

The lake

Cynthia Ezelle’s house

The old abandoned treehouse (Slender proxy Base)

The Circus Realm

Please dear god ask me something😭 I’m too lonely and bored man 💀💀💀

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manicplank · 3 months

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How’s everyone’s family relationships/background? I hc Pizzahead & Pizza Granny are related, and Vigi has some canon family members but the others are mysteries

This one should be interesting

Family headcanons!

Peppino: His mama lives in Italy and loves him VERY much. His father unfortunately passed before Peppino could open his pizzeria. Grew up with good, loving parents. I believe Peppina is his canonical sister (if you haven't seen McPig's drawing, I think it's somewhere on tumblr). He and her are probably a bit estranged. Fluent 100% in Italian and English.

Gustavo: Has a mom and a dad that just adore him! He's an only child, so he got their love unconditionally! Grew up with incredible parents. One parent was probably Italian. (I've stated before, but I headcanon he has a son that he only gets to see every other weekend. Regardless, he loves his son to death.) About 80% fluent in Italian. Hilarious to hear he and Peppino bicker.

Mr. Stick: I would like to think he has a relatively big family with a LOT of cousins. Mom is good to him, but dad is a bit distant (but still loves him). Probably has a brother that he argues with.

Pepperman: Has grandpa pepper (I'm not sure if they're canonically related, though). Momma pepper loved him very much and loved his art. She had every drawing he's made from preschool to current. His dad is a mystery... He was born and raised in the tower by his grand pepper after his mom passed away.

The Vigilante: (Sad.) He was orphaned at a young age due to rogue criminals, so his peepaw, John E. Cheese, ended up raising him on his own. His meemaw passed before he was born. With his peepaw passing, he doesn't have anybody but the farm.

The Noise: (Mr. Orange is not confirmed as of yet, so I don't consider him part of Noise's family.) I feel like he would have an absent father. His mama loves him very much and spoiled him through his childhood. However, they didn't always get along. Having an AuDHD child as a single parent was probably HELL, especially with it being The Noise. He was born in America with both parents migrating from Mexico. Has a big family despite being an only child. Can mostly speak Spanish, pretty fluent but not 100%. Probably about 80%.

Noisette: Stated before, her parents migrated from France, and she was born in America. She's fluent in French and English. Probably forgets that she can speak French. She is an only child and was raised very well. She was a bit of a shit head as a child, though. Her parents adore her. They don't know about her criminal record, and they don't need to know. She has a couple cousins.

Fake Peppino: On technicality, he and The other clones are related as they all share a smidge of Peppino's DNA. With that being said, Fakey is probably somewhat related to Peppino. Fakey sees Peppino as a father figure, much to Peppino's dismay. Pizzahead is sort of like a mother figure, but only sort of.

Pizzahead: He was definitely adopted. The picture of the pizza couple in the tower lobby shows his parents. Unfortunately, they both passed, and Pizzahead inherited the tower. He has an estranged brother that ceased contact once their parents passed. Granny Pizza loves Pizzahead dearly, and he loves Granny just as much. He sees Fakey as a child rather than just a clone. That's his "baby".

Pillar John: He and Gerome are obviously related. Surprisingly, he is the younger of the two despite his large size. His father was actually different from Gerome's, which explains the significant difference in appearance. Their mother is somewhere out there worried sick about them. She hasn't heard from them since they entered the tower...

Gerome: Like I said, his father was different than John's. He's the older brother of the two and is very protective of John, which is why the tower situation hurts him so much. Gerome has tried to contact his mother only to be stopped by Pizzahead. Probably a bit estranged from his father, but gets along with John's father.

Now... Pizzaface... There's a lot of headcanons out there which he's a robot copy of Pizzahead's father. I personally like this headcanon as there are portraits of Pizzaface all over the tower, even one of him as a child. I feel that once Pizzaface passed away, Pizzahead resurrected him as a robot. I'm still a bit iffy on what I headcanon, but that's mainly what I think so far. (This is also based on other's as well as my own theories.)

This one was fun :)

Also meemaw = grandma and peepaw = grandpa

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pizzaface #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #pillar john #the vigilante #pepperman

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 2 months

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I will say I laughed at Aemond's dialogue in the trailer "I would welcome the challenge, if he dares face me"

Errrrrrm Aemond sweetie do you not remember the dinner scene where Daddy Daemon didn't even need to say a word to you and you dipped LOL

Man lost control of his senile granny dragon, accidently killed his nephew and suddenly he think he can take on the Rogue Prince?!?

I love Aemond but mans delulu for sure.

Perhaps we are looking at this all wrong. Yes, it is foolish of Aemond to assume he poses any sort of a threat to Daemon, as he has never fought in battle and the only kill he has under his belt is accidental.

But, perhaps Aemond is planning to capitalise on being accident prone?

He could mop the floor and forget to leave out a wet floor sign, so Daemon slips and falls. Greet him really loudly at the top of a flight of stairs, causing him to startle and topple down them.

Daemon is a skilled swordsman, yes, but it is no match for weaponised clumsiness.

#asked and answered

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acewitch-writes · 6 months

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My last snippet stirred up some interest, so here's another piece of that same story! This snippet is the prologue. Once I have more written, I intend to post it to AO3.

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“Are you sure you want to go in there alone?”

“He won't talk if anyone comes with me,” Remus responds, ducking away from his father's smothering hands clamped to his shoulders. “I'll be fine. Just trust me.”

Lyall sends an uneasy glance to his wife, Hope, and she nods. “Let him go, Ly. The boy couldn't hurt him even if he wanted to.”

Lyall hesitates a moment longer, chewing on his lip, before exhaling in defeat and standing back. “Alright. Alright. Just… just make sure Protego is enabled. Full coverage, nothing less. Stay back at least two feet from the bars. And shout if something goes wrong. Understood?”

“Yes, dad,” Remus mumbles.

“We'll be right here on the other side of the door.”

“I know.”

“Be careful.”

There's no need, Remus isn't in any real danger here, but he nods anyway. “Of course, dad. Always.”

The Sentinel at the door, clad in the trademarked black robes fitted with leather braces, winding belts, armored chestplate, and sturdy knee-length boots, waves his wand when Remus steps forward, unlatching the magical locks. The door creaks open on metal hinges.

Remus walks inside, trying to keep his head inclined in a show of bravery. But when it clanks shut behind him, he can't help jumping slightly.

A voice chuckles from the shadows. “You're like a cat.”

In spite of everything, Remus feels his heart perk up. “Symptom of a bubble-wrapped childhood,” he responds to the shadows, eyes scanning the room before him. There is a metal holding cell taking up just over half of the room, bars humming softly with anti-magic enchantments. Huddled on the floor in the corner of the cell, Remus finally spots him.

Sirius. He's dressed in traditional black wizard's robes that must have belonged to his father because they appear to be a size too large. His long black hair is loose and disheveled, dull strands framing his tired, beautiful face. He regards Remus with wary silver eyes from his seat on the stone floors.

“They let you come in alone?”

“Not without a massive fight,” Remus admits. “My dad didn't want to let me.”

“I'm sure he didn't.”

“He thinks you're too dangerous.” Remus says this with a hint of accusation.

“Maybe I am,” Sirius says flatly. He looks down at his hands, secured tightly with silver manacles. “How long has it been?”

“Three months.”

Sirius nods distantly. “My parents?”

Remus frowns. “Already sent away for reconditioning.”

Sirius’ expression darkens. “Regulus?”

Remus’ heart suddenly starts racing. “Him, too,” he lies. “They'll be assigned jobs soon.”

“Jobs,” Sirius scoffs without emotion. “Call it what it is, Remus. Your mum can't hear you on this side of the door.”

“It's better than death,” Remus points out.

“No, it's not. I'd rather be dead than sent to one of those horrible labor camps,” Sirius snaps. “And if you had any magic of your own, you'd agree.”

“You know that I agree,” Remus retorts. “But you went rogue. I don't know if I can get you out of this.”

Sirius pulls himself to his feet and limps over to the cell door. “Then break me out.”

“I can't.”

“All I need is a Spellcom,” Sirius insists, leaning against the bars imploringly. “Give me yours and tell them I nicked it.”

Remus takes a step back. “Sirius, I really can't.”

“Yes, you can. Just give me the damn Spellcom.”

“You murdered 12 people,” Remus bursts out, unable to contain it any longer. “Their families are outside right now calling for your head! One of the victims was a ten year old girl, Sirius. She was at the zoo with her granny, and now they're both dead because of you!”

Sirius’ expression turns to stone, hands slowly lowering from the bars. “That wasn't my fault,” he mutters coldly. “Dragons are meant to be dangerous and wild and free, not locked up in an enclosure to be gawked at by crowds of muggles. Their own disrespect for the beasts is what got them killed.”

“You let them out! As far as the law is concerned, their blood is on your hands.”

Sirius laughs with harsh contempt. “Godric, listen to you. Always the coward. I knew you were too soft to do what needed to be done.” He returns to his shadowy corner and eases himself back to the floor with a grimace. “Just go. You're worthless to me here.”

This stings. Remus swallows it back, resolve crumbling. “I wanted to help,” he whispers. “I thought we were going to do this together.”

“You would have just held me back,” Sirius says heartlessly. “You're too weak and spoiled. You wouldn't know courage if it slapped you across the face.”

“That's why you left me in the dark?” Remus guesses, heart splintering. “You didn't think I could handle it?”

“If you could, you'd hand over your Spellcom right now,” Sirius responds challengingly. He holds Remus’ gaze for a long moment, waiting, before snorting derisively. “See? You'll watch them ship me away before you ever grow some semblance of a fucking spine.”

Remus feels helpless. He wants to do it. He wants to reach into his pocket to hand over his Spellcom like Sirius is demanding. But there are so many Sentinels outside, he would never make it. And when he finds out that Regulus didn't survive, he'll get himself killed before ever letting them bring him back here alive.

Sirius is a ticking bomb, prepared to blow himself to bits if it means he'll at least get to die as a free man. Remus can't let it happen. He can't live in a world that doesn't include Sirius. Why couldn't Sirius have realized that before he did this stupid thing without him?

Remus can't think of any other way out of this now. Sirius dug his grave too deep this time. Even with all the power and influence of the Lupin family at their disposal, they can't make this stain vanish.

There's no other solution. Remus can't let Sirius live out the rest of his days in a labor camp, and he can't let him get himself killed in a violent escape attempt. Which leaves him with only one option.

Remus turns to leave without another word. He knocks on the door, and the Sentinel posted outside opens it at once. As he steps through the threshold, Sirius jeers one final insult at his retreating back. “Pathetic.”

The door slams shut. Remus feels the word curling around his chest, settling there along with all the vitriol and contempt with which it was uttered. Searing him from the inside.

“Are you okay?” his father frets straight away, eyes darting all over his son's body for any sign of damage.

Remus waves him away and lifts his head to face his mother with grave determination. “I would like to have Sirius Black reconditioned into my own personal Sentinel.”

#multiverse #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #my writing #acewitch snippets

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grandmother-goblin · 4 months

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More people should have Wyll as a permanent (or semi-permanent) party member so they can see how sweet, funny, and frankly kinda weird he is!

“But Granny, a warlock doesn’t fit my playstyle or team composition!”

Hey! I had that problem too! But Wyll (and warlocks) are absolute BEASTS when you learn how to play them!

Wyll is a crowd control king! I highly recommend learning him (and warlocks in general) because his skills are crucial for so many fights for me and can honestly completely turn them around. Defending Halsin’s portal? A joke with Wyll on the team. Moonrise towers? Piece of cake. Orin? Wrecked by round two.

But, if it’s really the warlock thing that has you stuck and you want to have Wyll in your party… just change his class? Withers is right there. Pretend that the warlock powers that Mizora grants him relate to his new class?

Change him to a rogue, or a cleric, or another class that you can’t live without? Just get him on your team and get to know him! He’s amazing!

(I want everyone to love Wyll 😭)

#if none of those things work for you then idk what to tell you other than you’re missing out #and it’s definitely not a wyll problem it’s a player problem #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #grandmother goblin grumbles

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mikhailwrites · 7 months

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All fun and games / Ghost x Soap

Kinktober #12 - Costumes

Why the hell did he agree to this? Oh, right, because Soap promised to give him the best head of his life if he joined him for a LARP. The things Ghost would do for good sex, right? Well, it was more about what he’d do to make Johnny grin the same way he did when he watched one of his expertly designed fireworks go off.

“Remember, you’re dark elf going by Ghost, you’re a rogue, so… no stealth, cloak and dagger, maybe a crossbow or something like that. It’s right up your alley!” Soap rambles, clearly excited, while he affixes fake pointy ears on Ghost. Ghost, who looks very unimpressed by the whole getup. The clothes Soap made him wear are vaguely historical but more in that eye-candy pop culture way. There’s a lot of leather, useless trinkets, and gratuitous lace-ups. He looks beyond ridiculous. Especially since the daggers are made of foam, and the crossbow looks like a toy. It probably is.

The exasperated sigh cannot fully belay the level of Ghost’s embarrassment as Soap clasps a cape on him. Nobody can ever catch a whiff of this, or he would never live it down.

“There you go, fucking brilliant LT!” Soap whistles as he looks Ghost up and down.

“So, if I’m an… elf…,” Ghost says but is interrupted.

“Dark elf! It’s important!” Soap corrects him.

“Whatever. What are you?”

Soap puffs with pride, and Ghost immediately regrets he’s asked. He knows this look. It’s the “prepare for a fucking nerd-out” look.” Soap smiles wide, smoothing his own clothes that look much more normal than Ghost’s. Just a linen shirt with a lace-up, of course, and what looks like some very old-school type of kilt. It’s simple, but it suits him. That’s perhaps the only reason why Ghost didn’t pull off a Houdini already. The sight of Johnny and the prospect of Ghost bending him over by the end of the night, tucking the kilt up and fucking him senseless. He can imagine it so vividly that it takes Soap to jab him in the ribs to get his attention. “Yer not even listenin’!”

“Sorry,” Ghost says, even though he’s not.

“’S fine, just remember, whatever you do, you gotta stay in character.”

“Like undercover?”

“Aye! Exactly! Ye ken… just… let’s say this is a mission. The objective is to find a certain item. We dinnae ken what is it, where it is, or who knows aboot it. The only way to get it is to pretend we’re someone else.”

“I understand,” Ghost nods, suddenly much more at ease with the whole thing.

They walk out of the tent and are greeted by a large group of… individuals. The costumes range from extravagant and colourful to clearly repurposed items from granny’s closet. There are a few people in armour, too. Ghost feels somehow comfortable in his role. It’s not that different to what he usually does for a living, after all, and thankfully, Johnny does most of the talking as a charming charlatan and a gifted alchemist.

Some good negotiation and pointed intimidation later, they’re much closer to their objective. Ghost has to admit that he’s having a bit of fun. Especially once another group of players attempts to steal Soap’s notes containing all the clues they’ve gathered so far. The skirmish ends before it even begins in earnest. Ghost is holding back a lot, obviously, but he still outmanoeuvres and overpowers their opponents easily, while Soap stands back, looking almost bored. He has made Ghost his bodyguard of sorts, not that Ghost really minds.

Once they go through the loot, they’re rewarded with a vital piece of information they’ve been missing. It’s time to get their prize.

The powerful artefact they’re after is well-hidden and well-secured. Which means it’s booby-trapped to high-heaven. Ghost disarms the tripwires and pressure plate, and just as he’s about to make another step, Soap stops him. “Don’t move!”

Ghost freezes instantly; it’s the same deeply ingrained reaction he’d have in the field. Soap comes up to him, inspecting the area just in front of them. Unclasping a pouch with some alchemical ingredients from his belt, he pours a bit of bright orange sand into his palm and throws it into the air, revealing a few laser beams. “Well, looks like a magic trap. Let me deal with that.”

Soap looks right in his element as he takes out various trinkets, including a small mirror. With some clever refraction, they manage to pass, only to be met with another test. They can already see the chest, but there’s a letter lock on it. There’s also a piece of creatively half-burned paper with an overly ornate and somehow ominous message. Johnny reads it out loud: “Only those with the heart of Gold deserve to see the power I hold. Well, that’s a riddle. The key to the lock is a word, five letters.”

Ghost fiddles with the lock. “I could force it open.”

“That would be boring. Give me a second.” Johnny hums, thinking hard. Then… “It can’t be that easy… can it?” With a doubtful look, he slides the dials until it spells “Aurum”—the lock clicks.

As soon as Johnny takes the obscenely large and obviously fake ruby out of the chest, Ghost grabs him from behind and presses him against his chest just as he pretends to stab him in the back with the fake dagger.

“Ghost! What the… oh no…,” Johnny trails off as the realisation dawns on him. “You traitorous shit!” Soap does a bit of a show of going down, slowly bucking his knees and sliding from Ghost’s grasp. Ghost tries for semi-convincing acting, kneeling next to Soap as he gently pries the artefact from his hands.

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know what they say: never turn your back to a dark elf,” Ghost lowers his head and kisses him goodbye.

Once Ghost claims his prize and after a short but grand ceremony of naming him the ruler of the land – until the next year - they return to the small lodge and their rented room. Johnny is silent the whole way back, but once the door closes and they’re alone, he speaks up. “Ye bastard! Ye eejit! I brought ye with me so ye would help me win!”

“What can I say, Johnny? There can only be one,” Simon deadpans as he holds up the sceptre, marking him a king. He will return it to someone from the organisation team tomorrow.

Soap stares at him with a bloody murder in his eyes as he points an accusing finger at him. “Was that… did ye just… did ye quote a bloody Highlander, Ghost? Oh, that is low even for ye.”

Ghost’s smile is disgustingly smug as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “What’re you going to do about it, Johnny?”

He barely finishes the sentence before Soap is on him, straddling his lap, tilting his head and kissing him like a savage. It’s all teeth and tongue. “You’re lucky you look so good in all that leather.”

Ghost smirks, sliding his hands up Johnny’s bare thighs under the kilt. “I was wondering…” his hand slides higher, feeling nothing but warm skin.

“Of course, you were,” Soap chuckles. “Could feel you staring at my arse for the better part of the day. But with the shit you’ve pulled, I think I’ll revoke your rights to it. Your majesty.”

“You know, with all the magical power I now have, I guess I could resurrect you, make you my prince consort or whatever,” Ghost suggests, caressing the soft skin but making no further move.

“Bargaining now, Ghost?” Soap cocks an eyebrow, pretending to think hard about it. “But…” he trails a finger along the laces of Ghost’s trousers, “I’m feeling generous tonight.” It goes without saying that he’s also horny.

Ghost lets himself be pushed down to the mattress, lets Johnny kiss him, and opens up to his tongue. He’s still holding him, kneading the muscles on Soap’s thighs, enjoying the fact that he doesn’t have to hassle with trousers to get what he wants. As an added bonus, his cock twitches every time he reminds himself that Johnny spent the whole day walking around commando.

Johnny’s mouth moves to Ghost’s jawline, to his neck, on which he sucks dutifully. One of the perks of Ghost’s renown is that he can parade around with love bites, and nobody dares say a thing. Soap would never admit to it, but he enjoys the privilege more than he probably should.

Ghost groans and smacks the back of Johnny’s thighs. “Give it a rest, you vampire.”

Johnny laughs, sits back and tucks Ghost’s shirt up, dragging his blunt nails across the scars all the way from his chest to the waistline of his trousers. Soap licks his lips, deliberate with the gesture so Ghost would notice. He does, and he’s had quite enough of the foreplay.

Johnny laughs as Ghost manhandles him to switch their position. Now it’s Johnny’s turn to lay on his back with Ghost looming over him, brown eyes dark and hungry. Soap bends one knee, feeling the thick tartan slide down, revealing a lot of skin. He can also feel the leather, warmed by Ghost’s body heat, and it makes him buckle his hips, seeking at least a little bit of friction. Honestly, he’s so hard it almost hurts.

Simon, to his credit, possibly feels at least a little bit bad about betraying Johnny earlier because he doesn’t tease him like he normally would. Instead, he sneaks a hand under Johnny’s kilt, brushing against his prick.

Simon chuckles at Johnny’s sharp intake of breath. “Well, this is convenient.”

The smugness leaves him as soon as Johnny retaliates; the lace-up is much easier and faster to undo than buttons and a zipper. Simon presses into Johnny’s palm as soon as it slips into his trousers. Soon enough, it’s not enough for either of them. Johnny slides Ghost’s trousers and underwear lower, and Simon lowers himself to slot their cocks together before closing his hand around them. The hold is loose at first but tightens after a few languid thrusts. Soap moans, enjoying the fact that they’re not on the base and he can be louder than usual.

Simon hums appreciatively as he kisses Johnny on the neck, worrying the sensitive skin between his teeth. Soap sighs, holding Simon close and rolling his hips in time with Simon’s lazy strokes. Soap tries to urge Simon on, but the only reaction is a muffled laugh and a thumb flicking over his cock-head, making him gasp.

What started as luxurious soon turned into torturous. The need to move and chase the pleasure is overwhelming, but Simon seems dead-set on making Johnny suffer in the most delicious way possible, ignoring the whimpers and jolts as Johnny squirms, trying to get what he wants. “Come on, Simon!”

“Patience, Johnny,” Simon smiles against his quickened pulse, licking along his ear. “Or do you want us to ruin your kilt?”

Johnny’s breath hitches as he’s momentarily thrown off by Simon’s words. He recovers quickly. “Fuck yes.”

“Alright then,” Simon finally concedes, loosening his grip a fraction to allow Johnny to fuck into his hand and against his prick. The slide is smooth, eased by the pre-cum. Simon raises his head, looking at Johnny, who looks at him in turn. Stormy-blue of his eyes dark, brows knit together, and mouth slightly agape in a mixture of desperation and pleasure. He could see this a thousand times and never tire of it.

A moan escapes Simon, a rare occurrence, but he lets it slide. They’re well away from the base, safe from the regulations. The way Johnny’s cock slides against his own, hard, hot and wet, drives him nuts. Without even realising it, he starts to match Soap’s pace.

Despite the pace, the tension in both of them rises gradually. There’s no stress, unlike their quick shags in the storage rooms around the base. No risk of being discovered and punished. Instead of focusing on keeping quiet and stilling every time there are footsteps approaching, they can focus on each other and the sensations.

Ghost’s hips stutter as he loses himself in the feeling of Johnny under him, the sound of his moans, his heavy breathing, and the feeling of his nails digging into Simon’s back. Ghost tightens his grip around both of them as he comes, powerful pulses wrecking his body, making him skip a breath as he spills over his hand and Soap’s cock and soils the precious kilt in the process.

Johnny is quick to follow, spurred by the feeling of Ghost’s release. He manages a few more thrusts, making Simon gasp as he ruts against his oversensitive cock, before he arches into Simon, generously contributing to the mess between them. He feels light, which is a bit absurd, considering Simon is still lying on top of him like a dead weight. Soap doesn’t mind; somehow, it’s soothing and grounding him in the moment.

“Do you think I could convince Price to let you wear leather while we’re on the base?” Johnny asks after a few minutes of silence.

“No, but I want to see you try,” Ghost smirks. “You know, I might take a look if it’s permitted to wear a kilt while on duty.”

“It is,” Soap replies without hesitation. “Not in the field; not officially, but otherwise, it’s permitted.”

Ghost hums, a clear idea forming in his head.

#call of duty #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghoap #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 5 months

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Can I ask for Scarecrow x an s/o who loves Halloween?

"Spooky Season" Scarecrow x Reader

Its after Christmas but you know something? It's always Halloween in my HEART, so it's fine.

TW: implied drug use (fear toxin)

Heart after his heart...! At minimum, his person would need to like his spooky side and all consuming love for Halloween. You loving it is a bonus. The only other holiday he seems to like even a fraction as much is Thanksgiving (pumpkin pie and other baked goods...).

He's prepping in September, sometimes even earlier depending upon how big the plans are. Is he doing a haunted house? A themed crime that'll drive Gotham into the ground with fear? Party with full costumes? Now that you're here you can help him decide! It's rather exciting, he's never had someone else he makes these sort of plans with outside some in the rogues gallery. Never a partner. His granny wasn't exactly supportive of any of it when he was a child.

People outside his circle thought the crow and the hearse were overboard? They had no idea now that his partner is encouraging it! While there aren't many sweeping yards to decorate in Gotham, the two of you can decide on a theme for the apartment doors and windows. Something special for the balcony. And of course... the funeral home needs to be tastefully decorated as well.

It's difficult to truly decorate inside the shared apartment however, if only for the fact that it normally looks Like This. Halloween decorations double for everyday home decor for the two of you and it's everyone else's problem!

Despite how exhausted the old man can be some nights juggling both sides of his persona as well as a relationship, he'll attempt to make even the smaller October nights special. Horror movie nights. Your favorites on the screen as you order cheap takeout. His gangly arms over you on the couch, his fingers brushing the collar of your shirt at the tense moments.

One year he'd like to take a road-trip for the month with you. Do a cross-country haunted house tour! Historical sites, actual mazes... As long as you can stand being in close quarters with someone for extended periods of time, it'll be a joy for him to experience that with you.

And... well. If you ever needed a "heightened" fear experience... He could cook up a special batch of fear toxin for you. Nothing that will drive you to the edge. Just take you there and keep you in a delicious state where he can catch you if it gets to be too much.

#scarecrow #jonathan crane #dc scarecrow #scarecrow headcanons #foxwriting

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lfthinkerwrites · 1 month

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42, please :)

Foolish

Deidre would never say it out loud, but for her money, the boss was the smartest man she’d ever met. He’d broken out of Arkham Asylum with a magnet and shoe strings, he organized bank robberies like some people set up play dates, and the cops still hadn’t recovered all the loot they’d swiped from the art museum’s basement four years ago.

(He also had enough sense to only make overtures to her and Nina once. Most guys needed a broken bone to get the message.)

As smart as he was though, he could also be the dumbest motherfucker to have ever lived.

It wasn’t the riddles, as annoying as they could be. Every Rogue needed a gimmick, and it was still better than anything Joker would put them through.

The problem, as Granny Vance would have put it, was that he was ‘smart’ but not ‘wise’.

Ed was a smart guy, and he liked letting people know it. And he also liked letting other people know just how much smarter than them he was.

And his favorite targets were the psychotics he shared living space with in Arkham.

One of said psychos was visibly barely restraining himself from strangling Ed. It was poker night at the Iceberg Lounge and Ed was winning, much to the ire of Harvey Two-Face Dent. “You’re cheating,” he seethed as Ed took the small pile of money. “You must be!”

Ed rolled his eyes. “Oh, I must be? That’s right, I have to be cheating. It’s not that you can’t bluff to save your life, or that your tells are as obvious as those scars on your face, I must be cheating.” He scoffed. “Just how did someone with your lack of intellect pass the bar exam in the first place?”

Dent let out a growl, and Deidre’s hand went to her holster. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nina do likewise. Across the table, Dent’s goons were lined up behind him watching the pair like hawks.

Cobblepot at the head of the table cleared his throat. “Gentlemen,” he said. “Let’s try not to squabble. I’d rather not have to ban anyone. Again.” Dent grumbled, but settled back in his chair. Cobblepot cut the deck and passed cards around to Dent, Jones, Isley, Quinn, and finally, Ed.

The game went uneventfully for another ten minutes, until once again, Dent and Ed were the last two. Dent was glaring at Ed, who looked bored as he looked at his cards. “Well?” he asked.

Ed, smirked. “I raise the bet to $500.” Quinn let out a whistle. Even Cobblepot looked shocked. Dent simply ground his teeth. “Well, Harv?” Ed asked. “Are you going to make a move, or do you need that coin to tell you what to do?”

Dent threw the cards down on the table. “Fold!”

Ed laughed, then showed his cards. He had a pair of twos. At this, Cobblepot sputtered. “A pair of twos!?” Isley and Jones likewise looked disgusted.

“Jeez, Eddie,” Quinn whined. “You’re the meanest poker player I’ve ever seen, and I used to play cards with Joker!”

Dent’s face was red, then purple. “You son of a bitch!” He shouted, getting to his feet. “You goddamn so of a bitch!”

Deidre watched as Ed took the money and smirked. Don’t say anything Boss, she thought. Don’t make it worse.

But of course, Ed, the smartest, dumbest man she’d ever known, couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Well Harv, as the kids online like to say, get good. Scrub.”

As predicted, Dent grabbed Ed by the collar and pulled him up to his feet. Cobblepot tried to restore order, but Deidre and Nina lunged forward, socking Dent on both sides of his face. Dent’s goons jumped in, and then Quinn did, for some reason, and what was a poker game turned into a ten person brawl.

Ed was smart, but he was also very, very dumb.

#fic prompts #gotham rogues #thanks for the ask

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 022-031 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

First half of Report 1.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

[As a note for plain text, [#] indicates a secret input and “x~” are for the holding inputs.]

p. 22

Report 1: Ulala Back in Action!

Location:The Space Symphony 12 People to Rescue, 7 Secret Inputs

The Space Symphony… this is where the whole incident began. It was our mission to get to the bottom of why this mysterious dance gang, the self-declared “Rhythm Rogues,” were invading the ship. …And as to how we, the Space Police, were beaten to the punch by Channel 5. It's still a bit irritating, admittedly…

Level 4 Groove 018

Right Left Right Left Woof Woof Woof

p. 23

Travel Guide

Space Symphony · Lounge Space Symphony · Lookout Dome

Level 4 Groove 019

Right Right Righ- Righ- Woof Woof Woof

p. 24

Space Symphony · Lounge A

Dancing

Ulala’s Hearts: 7 The intro "Jan, Jan, Jaaan!" has hidden inputs between the second and third beats. After that, the Dance Battle against the Rhythm Rogues finally starts, but it’s pretty low stakes. If you pay attention to the news bulletin, you shouldn’t have any problems with the long input "chu~" parts. By the way, there is a secret input on the “yay,” which will be a frequently reoccurring input later on. Be sure to make note of it.

Jan, Jan [1], Jaaan [2]

“Whether you like it or not, Dance Battle!”

01 ⇧ ⇧ ⇧ 02 ⇩ ⇩ ⇩ 03 ⇨ ⇦ ⇨ ⇦

04 x x x 05 x x x~ x 06 x~ x x x

Level 4 Groove 020

Up Down Down Woof Woof Woof

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07 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 08 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 09 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x x x 10 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ ⇩ x~ x

Chalalalalala Yay! [3]

Rescue 019. Money Bags 022. The Heart Woman

Level 4 Groove 021

Dow- Down- Down

p. 26

Space Symphony · Lounge B

Shooting

Ulala’s Hearts: 12 This section is for learning the basics of shooting. There's a pattern to it; X for attacking and O for rescuing. Even if you make a few mistakes, you'll still be able rescue plenty of people. Seems like the completion of the character profile index relies on your rescue aim, but that's not the Eastern Sector Space Police's business. Ah, right, the "whoo!" near the end also has a secret input.

“Use the X button to shoot the robots!”

11 ⇧ x 12 ⇧ x 13 ⇧ x x x

14 ⇦ x 15 ⇨ x 16 ⇦ x ⇨ x

Level 4 Groove 022

Dow- Down- Down

p. 27

17 ⇧ o o 18 ⇨ o o 19 ⇦ o o o 20 ⇧ x x x

21 ⇦ x ⇧ o 22 ⇧ x ⇨ o 23 ⇨ x ⇦ o 24 ⇦ x ⇧ x ⇨ x

25 ⇦ x x 26 ⇨ x x 27 ⇧ x

Whoo! [4]

Rescue 018. Space Granny 024. Neo-Japan Astronaut 1 021. Mr. Dreadlocks 025. Neo-Japan Astronaut 2 026. Neo-Japan Astronaut 3 027. Neo-Japan Astronaut 4

028. Neo-Japan Astronaut 5 023. Nice Middle 021. Chorus Lady

Level 4 Groove 022

Dow- Down- Up

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Space Symphony · Lounge C

Dancing

Ulala’s Hearts: 6 Now it’s a dance paired with a song… The lyrics may change between the enemies and allies, but the timing of the inputs remain exactly the same. Be cautious and don’t let the enemy's singing sidetrack you. At the end, if you successfully rescue the Space Guide, the next secret input will be signaled by one last "whoo!" Surely you’ve memorized the pattern by now, haven't you?

“You should be taken seriously, first our name!”

9. Singing

“We are known as the Rhythm Rogues” 28 “You can't fool us not anymore” x x x “Can't keep us from dancing” 29 “Move your feet, and don't get beat“ o o

10.

30 ⇧ ⇩ ⇧ x x x 31 ⇨ ⇨ ⇦ ⇦ x x x 32 x x x x o o o

Level 4 Groove 024

Woof

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11. Timed Chu

33. ⇦ ⇦ 34. ⇨ ⇨ 35. ⇧⇩ 36. x 37. o 38. x 39. o 40. x

Pine’s Comment: The turns change faster near this point. Expect it to stay the same beat and you’ll be too slow on the inputs. A real shock to your eyes, too. The commands pass by in a flash with no room to rely on your memory.

Whoo! [5]

Rescue 017. Space Guide

Level 1 Groove 025

Right Left Right Left Right Left Righ- Lef-

p. 30

Space Symphony · Lounge D

Finale!

“Ugh, not again, robots incoming! Use the X button beam when you hear ‘Chu!"

Chu! Chu! Chu! Staaaay Tuned! [6]

Level 1 Groove 026

Up Down Up Down Up Down Uh- Down-

p. 31

Morolian to Morolian Communication

Pudding: Get your coverage from Channel 42! Good evening, everybody, it's me, Pudding! Hey, hey, you're all hooked up, right? So, just to get this out of the way, could you guys tell me what you're up to since the last incident? Cred: Pudding wants to know, moro? Pudding: Yes, but I want you to describe it to the audience. Morolian Boss: That sounds fine, moro. Morolian Eight: We're in the reporting biz now. Everyone keep watching for Moro-Channel 5! We'll be following up on the Rhythm Rogues Incident. Don't go skipping our show by pressing the start button. Morolian Cameraman: Television is a very interesting thing, moro. It's super sexy and addicting, moro. Plurp: But it's not all fun and games, moro. Gromb: The live reports were pretty tough, moro. Pudding: Huh, which part? Proonk: You know, moro, the part where we have to stay off-screen and wait for our cue to come on, moro. Cred: Aah, you mean the Secret Inputs, where we need to pop-up when it's done correctly, right moro? Blib: That's right, moro. Yaroo: But if the player doesn't input the command, you just have to wait and wait; it's a real pain, moro. Cred: You can say that again, moro. Blib: Wait then jump all over the screen, moro.To the right, then the left, then the bottom: it was all super hard for me, moro. Proonk: Yeah, those sudden changes in position take a lot of energy, doesn't they, moro? Yaroo: It's really hard, moro. I could feel my blood rushing to the tips of my antennae, moro. Gromb: It was a tough time, wasn't it, moro? (In deep thought) Plurp: Oh, by the way, why don’t we show up in Report 2’s Space Park even if they got the Secret Input right, moro? Why was it just the sound effect, moro? Morolian Leader: I dunno, moro. Maybe they just didn't get there in time, moro? Morolian Eight: Maybe, moro. Pudding: Wha-what are you talking about? Tell me! Morolian Eight: Well, I really didn’t have the time for “Pop-up-Moro” since I was busy recording stuff for Moro-Channel 5. Morolian Boss: What a joke, moro. Morolian Cameraman: Yeah, no excuses, moro. Pudding: Anyway, aren't you guys gonna go back to Morodia? Proonk: It's too much of a hassle to go back, moro. Morolian Cameraman: Come to think of it, I don't even remember the way back, moro. I guess we have no choice but to work at Moro-Channel 5 all the time now, moro? Morolian Boss: That's fine, moro.

Level 1 Groove 027

Up Left Up Left Up Left Uh- Lef-

#space channel 5 #Space Channel 5 part 2 #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book #translations #ulala #shadow #pine #morolians #pudding

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — YUKI x FEM READER

You’ve always looked up to Yuki as a woman, an upperclassman, a sorcerer. The line between admiration and adoration blurs over the years.

wc — 1.6k

tags — hero worship, pining, brief nongraphic mention of jjk typical violence

For the first twelve years of your life, you only hear about Yuki. You’ve never met her in person - she graduated right before you entered Jujutsu Tech. A shame. It would have been nice to know another special grade besides Gojo and Getou. Perhaps it would’ve restored your faith that not all power corrupts.

Yaga speaks of her like a headache, albeit a fond one. Yuki’s the only full time special grade they have working currently, though full time is a stretch. She tends to go rogue for a few days at the end of missions, seeking out whatever gives her a kick.

What you learn from that is if you’re powerful enough, you face no consequences.

You’ve been punished for much less on missions. You want that kind of strength.

You devour gossip about Yuki, leaning into every conversation where her name is even momentarily brought up. She becomes more myth than woman to you, stacking achievement after achievement on her name until Yuki can barely be seen under the trail of feats she leaves behind her.

Then, you’re pulled into a tribunal. You’re not there to be important. You might be strong, but in the end you’re just a child, and not in the way Gojo Satoru is.

Your mother is important though, and you’re there to watch and learn. She convenes the council of elders to decide the matter of Yuki’s death. She’s been on this rare mission for months.

Sure, she’s been known to bum around for a day or two after completing what she set out to do, but never like this. There’s been zero contact for days stretching into months. Unmistakably, something must have gone horribly wrong. For someone like Yuki to be taken out, their enemy has to be strong. This event causes ripples throughout all of Jujutsu Society.

Yuki dies with little fanfare. There’s grief, of course. She never knew your name, but she was special to you. She was a legend, the only special grade you had at the moment besides Gojo Satoru, who was still a student. She shouldn’t have died like this.

Every single time death finds you, it reminds you anew of its cruelty, it’s indifference. It’s not fair that Yuki died like anyone else when she could’ve crushed the world in her palm, but she did.

The elders tell you Yuki is a disappointment. They expected her to hold the line even when she hadn’t been given any support. Like all special grades, she was thrown to the beasts as a sacrifice. The elders maintained the same strategy year after year: whet the hunger of your enemies with fresh blood, and they will never come after you.

Something staggers out of the woods that day, though you and the elders will never know. Cold, bloody, and hungry, it drags itself to the nearest village. It’s so covered in grime and blood and the various fluids of cursed spirits it’s almost unrecognizable.

The first village girl to spot it screams in fright. She drops her water pail and runs, blubbering, for mama and papa.

“Don’t shout,” the figure groans, shoving dirty blonde hair back from her face. “It’s just me.”

Yuki comes back home a legend, a martyr, and a revolutionary.

Most importantly, she comes home.

“I’m going to find a way to get rid of curses at the source,” she announces at the next meeting the elders convene. They’ve just finished congratulating her on her unlikely survival as if they hadn’t been cursing her name only days before.

The silence in the room is pure cowardice. No one dares say anything to her face.

“Yuki,” the head of the Tsukumo clan tries. “I don’t think-“

“I don’t care what you think, granny,” Yuki says. “It’s happening. Take me off all missions. Bye.”

Then she leaves. The meeting erupts into chaos behind her, but no one dares to stop her.

It’s so quintessentially Yuki to sweep into a room, cause a ruckus, and leave. You hide a smile behind a hand, raised demurely to your mouth, as if in shock. You think you’ll be in love with her for the rest of your life.

The first day you meet her on campus, you can tell she’s not normal immediately. Like Gojo, she radiates a sense of inner substantiality that only comes with being undefeated. Getou hides his arrogance better. Those two wear it like armor.

“Oh, hey,” she says. You know who she is instantly. Biker leathers and blonde hair - Tsukumo Yuki in the flesh.

“Are you the other little sorcerer? Not the reverse cursed technique user,” she clarified. “You don’t look it.”

There’s something in you that’s tempted to answer ‘yes, ma’am’, drop to your knees, and beg to serve her in any way possible, if only she’ll take you with her. They only told you she was strong. They didn’t tell you she was beautiful. Somehow, you know she would only laugh at you.

“Yes,” you say instead. No ‘ma’am’, though you desperately want to.

“You should keep an eye on your special grade friends,” she says. “And work on meditating. That’ll help with your domain expansion.”

She leaves you gaping behind her as you process how she knew exactly what you were struggling with at a glance. You walk into Getou, who seems just as dazed as you are. You chalk it up to him also being half in love, drawn in by the same charisma you see in Yuki.

Later, you find out it’s because she said something to spark a genocidal rage in him. Getou goes half crazy, and every warning Yuki gave you comes true.

You should’ve looked out for your special grade friends. Meditating does help unlock your domain expansion.

Even accidentally leading Getou to become a curse user doesn’t deter you from wanting to seek Yuki out. It’s not her fault. There were a million other factors that led Getou to become what he was. If it hadn’t been Yuki, it would’ve been someone else. At least she had tried to warn you.

You want to fight alongside her. You want to watch her. Yuki is something like your sun, the star that guides your compass and the light by which you see. All of you is magnetised to point in the direction where she is, wanting more of her, always.

So you train relentlessly, becoming strong and ruthless. You mold yourself into someone that can stand at Yuki’s side.

At age 22, you become the fourth youngest special grade after the three legends that came before you. You never manage to break their records. (Even that title, you don’t get to keep. Okkotsu Yuta breaks it in the future.)

The elders get to you before Yuki does.

At age 25, you become the youngest bodyguard to the council of elders.

You don’t take much pride in this, but it means you get to see Yuki more often. It’s a small side benefit of her constantly being dragged in to answer for her actions.

The next time you see her, she’s in Yaga’s office, knocking back a drink she’s taken off his shelf, laughing at his protests, and on her way out.

Just when she’s at the door, she spots you. For a second, you think there’s a flicker of recognition. Perhaps she remembers you from your high school days. Then she slips out the door and you’re forced to confront the truth that you’re nobody to her at all.

Yuki is a planet, and you the moon that orbits it, chasing but never quite catching, over and over in an endless cycle.

You’re determined to make her look at you.

Getting Yuki’s attention is harder than it should be. For one, she’s constantly out of the country. Besides that, she’s a hard woman to get a hold of in general. Tsukumo Yuki does not respond to summons - you know that from watching the elders tear their hair out.

She’s a wild beast, which means she doesn’t respond to being called. She might respond to temptation, however, and you plan on setting just the right trap for her.

Two days after you tell Gojo you might have information on the source of cursed energy, you find Yuki waiting in your office. You try for casualness as you open the door and walk to the tea set you have pre-prepared.

“Tea?” You offer, more calmly than you feel.

She blinks. Stares at you. Squints a little.

“Hey,” she says slowly. “Aren’t you that kid-“

“Yes,” you say, a little too eagerly. She does remember you.

She smiles, no soft and gentle thing. You love her all the more for it. “Wow. You really grew up, huh?”

When she reaches out to ruffle your hair, you dodge and dart forward to grab her hands. She brings them up and close to her chest in a move of aborted surprise, but you don’t care.

Yuki sees you. Yuki remembers you. You can’t let her keep thinking if you as that kid she met once. You can’t waste this opportunity.

“I have a mission for you.”

Instantly, she shakes her head. “Sorry, no can do. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t take missions. The useless special grade, you know?”

She says the last bit with so much humor you know it doesn’t offend her at all, though any other sorcerer would’ve been affronted. That’s the price of strength - Yuki can afford not to care about anything she doesn’t want to.

“It’s more of a personal thing,” you hedge. “It’ll help with your mission to destroy cursed energy.”

“I’ll think about it on one condition. Tell me your type,” she says.

You answer instantly. “Tall blondes with egos to match their skills. Powerful. Innovative.”

“Wow,” she laughs. “Sounds a lot like me.”

If only she knew.

“So you agree?”

“I can’t promise you anything,” she says. “If I get bored halfway through, I’m leaving. Guess it’s up to you to keep me entertained.”

You get a week, maybe less, to woo the greatest sorcerer of all time, in your opinion.

You’re just like Yuki. Bad stakes only excite you more.

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