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revisitingstoneybrook · 4 years

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#8 Boy-Crazy Stacey: Chapter 10

Stacey makes a fool of herself. And she’s still a bitch.

I guess Stacey wrote this notebook entry to Kristy on a mini-postcard, because it's all abbreviated and sounds like she's updating her Twitter: K- Noth. new to rept. Kids fine. B. still afrd. of H2O. -S. You know Kristy is enjoying this, because it sounds all official, like she's getting a daily briefing from her troops.

Or, maybe she's being concise in her BSC update, because her postcard to Claudia has an entirely different tone. Basically, it's her lamenting to Claudia that she's such a jerk and she wouldn't listen to Mary Anne about Scott and she feels like such a jerk and just wouldn't listen to Mary Anne's warnings and did I mention she thinks she's a jerk and she should have paid attention to Mary Anne? Seriously, that's all the postcard is, those things repeated over and over again. She ends by saying she'll explain in the next postcard, then tells us she had to write Claudia three more postcards to tell her the whole story. Holy crap, Stacey, why didn't you just write an actual letter to Claudia and save yourself three stamps? I'm sure you could find a piece of paper and an envelope somewhere. Maybe she was so heartbroken, she couldn't think straight.

Stacey explains that she was having a great time in Sea City. Her hair's now two shades lighter, thanks to the Sun-Lite. So how is she going to explain that to her parents? "It was the sun, honest!" She's got actual tan lines at the edges of her skimpy little bikini that makes her look sooooooo sophisticated. And she bought a new bikini in town. In case you care, it's pink with palm trees and parrots all over it. Which sounds more like something Claudia would wear. But don't worry, Claudia's still kind of sophisticated, so Stacey's sophistication hasn't been affected!

Mary Anne, however, hasn't been faring as well. Her sunburn's gone but she's now dealing with the aftermath of blotchy pink skin. So she isn't in a good mood about that and is still staying under the umbrella as covered up as possible when they go to the beach.

Oh, and Stacey’s diabetes hasn't been an issue and her mom has only called twice! So Stacey is sitting pretty at this point, especially because the best part is she's been spending lots of time with Scott! Saturday, the Pike parents make another run for it so they don't have to spend time with the kids and head to Atlantic City, so Stacey and Mary Anne are in charge. Maybe that’s how the Pikes can afford this huge beach house every year - they’re good at gambling!

Stacey spends the whole day ignoring her responsibilities and parks herself up by the lifeguard stand, leaving Mary Anne alone. By the end of the day, Mary Anne is royally pissed off and accuses Stacey of spending too much time with Scott, while leaving her to do all the work. Stacey, in turn, pulls the "UR JUST JELIS!!!!!!!!" card. Seriously, let me post the next two paragraphs in their entirety so you all can see what a heinous bitch Stacey is. And I usually reserve that term for talking about Dawn or Kristy at their worst, so you know this is bad:

Personally, I think she was jealous. And if I were Mary Anne, I'd have been jealous, too. That nerdy mother's helper had been hanging around her endlessly, and the two of them were always doing stuff with the kids, like building sand castles, or collecting shells to make a moat around the towels and umbrellas. Mary Anne says I'm not spending enough time with the children, but I AM doing something important when I'm on the beach. I post myself by the lifeguard stand and watch the kids when they're in the water - and Adam and Jordan are in the water nonstop. I can't help it if Scott talks to me every now and then, or asks for a soda or something.

Oh my, where do I start. First off, she honestly thinks Mary Anne's jealous that she’s off flirting with an 18-year-old lifeguard? And she hasn’t even met the mother's helper guy and she's calling him a nerd and assumes he's bothering Mary Anne. The Pikes should be paying HIM because he's doing the job Stacey’s getting paid for! Of course they're playing with the kids; they're babysitters, it's their responsibility to watch over the kids, something Stacey isn’t doing! I still can't get over her accusing Mary Anne of being jealous. I guess everyone can't be a sophisticated New Yorker, with barely-there bikinis and heavenly boobs that fill out said bikinis. Part of me kind of wishes that Mary Anne tattled on Stacey, just to see how the Pikes would react. But since they're such free-spirits, with almost no rules, they probably wouldn't care. And Mary Anne's such a doormat, she'd never speak up, so there goes that fantasy.

And way to pretend you're doing your job, Stacey. Someone's in denial! Adam could get pulled away by a riptide and Stacey would be too occupied with fetching Scott a can of soda to notice.

So while Mary Anne's watching the Pike Army with the help of the boy mother's helper (who deserves a medal for going out of his way to keep helping Mary Anne), Scott inflates Stacey ego some more by telling her she's beautiful. And she swoons because the only other people who call her beautiful are her parents. Well, and herself, but I don't think that counts. He gets cut off from telling her something else so he can blow one of his many whistles to alert some kids they're out too far in the ocean. See, Stacey? He isn't neglecting his job! And you know the kids he's warning are Adam and Jordan, who Stacey claimed she was watching.

Stacey asks him what he meant to say before he was rudely interrupted by those damn kids who were too far out in the water and Scott quickly says she's the greatest. Stacey giggles to herself that he's just too shy to tell her up front that he LUVS her too. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, honey.

Later that afternoon, Stacey tries talking with Mary Anne, who isn't saying much and obviously wants nothing to do with her. Stacey tries making conversation and offers to get her a soda but it's no use. That's pretty much the only interaction they have the rest of the day until they leave the beach.

Stacey says Mr. and Mrs. Pike returned from Atlantic City in a “great mood,” so I think we can all conclude what they did there in between winning enough money to pay for next year's trip to Sea City. They're in such a good mood, they decide to be nice and spend the evening with their kids, giving Stacey and Mary Anne the night off. Mrs. Pike invites them to come with the family to Gurber Garden, so they can use Nicky's coupon for four free dinners, but says they can go off on their own too. Stacey's excited and begs Mary Anne to not be mad at her, so they can have fun for the next five hours. Mary Anne began to look a teeny bit interested. And by the time our bikinis were off, we had showered, and our boardwalk clothes were on, she was actually speaking to me. That makes it sound like they showered together! I guess Stacey decided to use her powers of persuasion.

They select their boardwalk outfits carefully, Stacey hoping they run into Scott. Oh, you will...it just won't be as you imagined it.

Their boardwalk outfits are actually pretty decent. Stacey's wearing a white cotton vest over a pink cotton dress, and has a big white bow in her hair that's flopping over the side of her head. Ok, it was good up until the bow. Mary Anne has nothing she feels like wearing so Stacey loans her some of her stuff. Mary Anne ends up wearing yellow pedal pushers, a white and yellow striped tank top and an oversized white jacket. Ok, her's was good up until the white jacket. It makes it sound like she's wearing a lab coat over her outfit. And if Stacey's got magical boobs of wonder and Mary Anne doesn't, that tank top must be baggy on her.

They have dinner at a burger place, and Mary Anne has fudge for dessert. Stacey obviously can't. Then they go and buy souvenirs. Mary Anne gets visors for Dawn and Kristy, and Stacey gets Claudia a bright yellow t-shirt with a surfer on it because she thinks the surfer looks like Scott. Oh, that'll be fun explaining that gift. "Oh this shirt I'm wearing with my purple plaid capri pants and matching high-tops? My best friend bought it in Sea City. She said the surfer looks like this guy she had a crush on who then broke her heart. Dibble, right?"

After they play some arcade games, Mary Anne suggests they go for a ferris wheel ride. On the way there, I'm sure Stacey is puzzled at all the teenage/college-aged girls wearing whistles around their necks. They buy their tickets and the guy in the booth calls Stacey “cutie.” Mary Anne is getting denied here! While they're on the ferris wheel, Stacey decides out of the blue that she should buy Scott a present. "Hmph" is the only response she gets from Mary Anne. I guess she takes that as a yes because once they get off the ferris wheel, she drags Mary Anne to practically every gift shop on the boardwalk.

While Stacey ponders what to get him, she says Mary Anne waits in each shop patiently. Though knowing Mary Anne, she's suppressing the rage and saving it up, making herself a ticking time bomb that explodes when she lets all that pent-up anger loose at a later time. Among the gifts Stacey chooses, then unchooses, are a book about shells (what), a blue hat, and a custom-made t-shirt that says "STACEY + SCOTT = LUV." Yikes. More like if she gave that shirt to Scott, it would be "STACEY + SCOTT = CREEPY" or "STACEY + SCOTT = RESTRAINING ORDER."

They come to a candy shop and Stacey, ignoring the fact that just being around chocolate will make her go into diabetic shock, runs in and drops 10 bucks on a giant, red satin, heart-shaped box of chocolates. She triumphantly shows her gift to Mary Anne, who's looking at something else. She tries to stop Stacey from looking but it's too late. Stacey turns around to find Scott behind her, curled up on a bench and sucking face with an OLDER GIRL. Well, older for Stacey, because the girl was at least 18. And, to make matters worse, she's curvy and gorgeous!

Ok, does anyone have an inkling that Mary Anne purposely made herself look distracted so Stacey would look and see Scott "cheating" on her, just so she would stop lusting after him and go back to doing her job? Or is her evil side not big enough to pull that off?

Stacey thrusts the box of chocolates at Mary Anne and says, "Guess I won't be needing this. You take it. You deserve it. You were right all along. Enjoy your prize." Then she breaks down sobbing. Surprisingly, Mary Anne doesn't join her in crying and instead puts her arm around Stacey walks her back to the house. LEAVING THE BIG EXPENSIVE BOX OF CHOCOLATES ON THE BENCH!!!!! This annoyed from the first time I read this book years ago and it still annoys me. Stacey spent 10 freakin dollars on that, bring it back home with you!

#babysitters club #boy-crazy stacey #stacey mcgill #bsc #snark

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magicalstrangerjellyfish-blog · 4 years

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I just finished catching up on Miraculous ladybug and I feel like the show is all over the place ( which is reasonable seeing as it was meant for kids and they are now trying to cater to us) I wanted a lot of things explained and a lot of things to be different, but I figured the best way to do that was to do it myself. So here is what is possibly the beginning of a fanfiction if people like it. Please give feedback

In the beginning, there was a box(Multiple boxes really but due to a number of mistakes we are down to one). In this box are jewels, and with these jewels come little gods, gods that grant powers. Now one could assume a box of power granting gods would be a tight lipped, heavily guarded secret, but no. Not in the beginning at least.

In the beginning the box had a fail safe. For starters the gods in the box were pretty persuasive and were commonly able to talk the bad out of people. In case they couldn’t though the other ways to stop the mayhem of the box being in the wrong hands were, using more than one of the jewels could kill you and every god could only grant powers that allowed things to be undone by the other gods.

There came a time when the humans thought they should protect these boxes' powers and they created a society. The type of tight lipped, heavily guarded society many thought the boxes deserved. Humans need to learn trust though, because had they trusted the box and whatever fail safe the boxes had we might have more than just the one.

But one is fine. One brings us right where we need to be…

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Paris, France 2015 A.D.

After months and months of searching, Gabriel had finally found it; the butterfly miraculous. Butterfly may seem like an odd choice and he was at this point going with whatever he found, but the butterfly was the one he believed would help him the most. He had no proof of this belief but he had read, or rather looked at the pictures in Emily’s book on the topic and drawn his own conclusion.

The book along with the infected peacock miraculous had been passed to his wife through many generations, and while Emily’s mother knew it was infected and warned her as much Emily was too much of a helper to care. Gabriel would be lying if he said that the burning anger that had been brewing since Emily’s incapacitation wasn’t mostly directed at his mother-in-law and partially at Emily herself, but he really couldn’t dwell on that because, at this point emotions could only get in the way.

So, he took a deep breath to defend against the ones struggling to bubble up inside him and opened the jewelry box containing his now most prized possession.

Immediately a purple ball of seemingly pure energy shot out, and for a second Gabriel thought it had blinded him, but soon enough his vision was restored and his well practiced, off putting smirk played on his lips.

“Hello, Nooroo.” He said with an intimidating voice that required no practice at all.

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Wayzz and his master have had a routine here in Paris for the greater part of a century. Master Fu was a man of many hats and though he had no qualifications, he could turn his shop into whatever business he wanted with the flip of the coin. Believe it or not the racism in the area helped keep him in business, as the media had told people they could trust an old Asian prophet, or masseuse, or acupuncturist, or even tutor when he felt like it.

Their routine was continuing with Master Fu’s shop acting as a massage parlor, when Wayzz was struck with the feeling of the butterfly Miraculous being activated for what he could tell was no good.

“Master!” He cried and flew out of his hiding place, knowing his oldest friend would know how to respond to this new threat. Immediately, he was reminded of why he was in hiding when he saw the other man in the room. Luckily Master Fu could sense the gods panic and quickly covered for him by rushing the client out.

“What is it Wayzz?” Master Fu asked with much concern in his voice.

After explaining the little bit he knew about their scenario, Wayzz expected his Master to begin looking for new heroes; however he tried to transform and deal with it himself only to fail and have to come to terms with the fact that it was time for new heroes.

“A new age is upon us, Wayzz,” Fu said dysmallyas he pulled the jewels of creation and destruction from the box.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng was an ordinary girl. It wasn’t something she thought about often but it was definitely something she knew. So, when a giant rock monster started attacking her city she planned to follow the lead of everyone else and hide at home.

Master Fu had other plans though, because while Marinette believed she was ordinary, he could see she was far above it. Pulling an old man out from in front of a car may seem like common sense to someone not in that situation, however there were many people on the street and Marinette was the only one to help him. That was all it took for him to choose his Ladybug.

One small act, one Marinette had probably forgotten about by now and her life was changed forever. A fact that became apparent to her as soon as she opened the small jewelry box on her bed.

She assumed the piece was going to be a simple present from her mom, probably to make up for the terrible day she was so sure she was going to have. Then she opened the box and a ball light shot out, blinding her for a second, and by the time her eyes cleared a bug mouse hybrid was floating in her room. Marinette, like any sane person in this situation, screamed and threw anything in her reach at the mysterious creature.

“Marinette! Calm down, please! This has to be a secret!” The creature pleaded with her new master.

She did decide to pretend to calm down to trap the thing under a cup. “How do you know my name?”

Tikki felt that she had calmed the girl enough, but decided to remain under the cup as she told Marinette the story of why she was here. “I am a Kwami. A divine being of creation. My name is Tikki and you have been chosen by the master of the Miraculous to fight off the world current villain, Hawk Moth.”

It was clear that the girl was still frazzled as she glanced out the window to the stone monster destroying the city. “You want me to fight that?”

“Yes,” the kwami answered. “I know it might seem like a lot, but you were chosen for your bravery, so I know you can handle this.” Tikki felt like she was finally getting through to the girl and was reading to give a brief explanation before they charged into battle.

“No,” Marinette responded. “I’m not brave I can assure you, you want to go find someone else to help right now.”

“Marinette I can’t find someone else to help, the only one who can is the master of the miraculous. I promise you’ll do great all you have to do is say spots on to transform, and lucky charm to activate your power.”

“Spots on…” Marinette mumbled the phrase. Tikki wasn’t done talking and Marinette was really just contemplating the words, not meaning to transform, but still it did the trick and Marinette was now the super heroine Ladybug.

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Unlike Marinette, Adrien Agreste knew he wasn’t ordinary. He tried not to dwell on that often but he was often reminded of it as the kids his age went to school and had two parents and didn’t live in a mansion. He was reminded of it with every photoshoot and advertisement and piece of fan mail, but it usually didn’t bother him. He was fine with all that, the only issue was the lack of freedom.

Adrien often found himself wishing for freedom, but like most fourteen year olds he knew wishes didn’t come true. This is what led to his decision to get freedom on his own. It was a very simple plan. Enroll in school and even if he could only go for one day it would be enough. Sadly he didn’t make it to the one day.

This turn of events convinced Adrien he wouldn’t get his freedom, but like Marinette it was just one small act that changed his life forever.

Adrien was highly confused by the jewelry box in his room. The only person who might have given it to him would be his father, and usually an accessory would only come during a photo shoot, if not there were directions not to wear it until a photo shoot. Yet this one sat here, no photo shoot and no explanation.

‘It couldn’t hurt to open it,’ Adrien thought to himself glancing around the empty room. And so he did, he opened it and was met with the same flash of light Mrinette had seen except, instead of using her sane response Adrien was nothing but excited to see this creature, as years without the appropriate number of social interactions will do.

“What are you!?” Adrien asked excitedly before the creature even had time to get itself together.

“A Kwami,” the thing responded snappily. “Do you have any cheese?”

“Um… No, I don’t think I have cheese.”

“Wow, how rude of you, you wake me up from a nap and don’t even have the decency to give me cheese.”

“I could get you cheese… but would you mind telling me why you’re here first?” Adrien offers the kwami politely.

This seemed to snap the creature out of whatever daze it was in because very suddenly it perked up and glanced around. “Right, no time for cheese we went over this,” the thing said to itself. “Adrien, my name is Plagg and I am the Kwami of destruction, you are now a superhero to fight against Hawk Moth, and that begins by defeating that thing outside.” He points out the window to emphasize his point. “When you transform your weapon will be a staff and you will have the power to destroy one thing you touch when you say cataclysm. After that you will have five minutes before you transform back into yourself. Say ‘claws out’ to transform.”

“Claws out!” Adrien said excitedly right after Plagg had finished talking, and there he was, Chat Noir.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #gabriel agreste #miraculous lb

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missmeikakuna · 4 years

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So, Apparently, I Find Fairies Hot Chapter 4

Rated: T

Fandom: Original Fiction

Relationship type: Male/Male

Description: You know those movies and TV shows in which an effeminate gay character has a crush on the popular jock? Strike that, reverse it.

Daniel is technically popular at school but fades into the crowd. After an injury at footy (Australian football) practice, he is forced to focus on improving his grades, starting with English. Luckily, the new kid in school knows a lot about Shakespeare and is willing to tutor him. Now if only this new guy wasn’t so attractive.

CONTENT WARNING: Homophobic slurs are used. Also, there are some sexual references but nothing too graphic.

Chapter 4: Is it gay to defend a gay guy?

Daniel did something as he entered homeroom that caused everyone to stare in disbelief- he had a big smile on his face. Pearly whites and everything. As he sat and looked across the room, his smile lowered a tad. Eddie wasn’t there.

Daniel waited and waited, not noticing how his back was straight like that of an obedient student. Or a dog.

Mrs Meek’s words drove a silver stake into Daniel’s heart. ‘Eddie’s sick,’ she said as she glanced at the roll before moving on to the next student like it was nothing.

The pearly whites hid under Daniel’s pursed lips. James stared at him. ‘You okay? You’re acting weird.’

Daniel’s shoulders jolted up. ‘Y-yeah! I’m fine! Totally fine.’

James rolled his eyes. ‘Faggot,’ he said with a smile. His eyebrows shot up when he saw Daniel’s hand shaking.

When recess rolled around, James took Daniel aside and spoke to him outside. ‘Okay, dude, usually I don’t give a fuck about whatever you’re doing. Your business is your business. But… why are you being so weird? I mean, I still don’t get why you invited Eddie to hang out with us. He’s not a good fit for us. No offence to him, of course. So, are you two… you know… doing it?’

Daniel’s eyes burst outwards like someone had put explosives in them. ‘No! What the hell!? You know I’m not gay. He’s just helping me with English.’

‘Really? Cause you kind of act like his bitch.’

‘No, I don’t! Don’t be stupid.’

James shrugged his shoulders. ‘Then you should be fine if you stop inviting him to hang out with us. It’s honestly kind of awkward hanging out with him. I’ve got nothing against gays but does he need to shove his gayness down our throats?’

‘He’s just being himself,’ Daniel mumbled.

‘See what I mean? You’re totally his bitch. And what’s up with that fake name? I don’t see why a guy with such an edgelord name has you wrapped around his finger.’ Daniel’s knuckles tightened enough to hurt. ‘He’s not even that good looking or anything. Hell, I bet other gay guys don’t want him. Maybe that’s why he’s trying to turn a straight guy like you-’

Daniel’s fist put a crater in James’ cheek. Hot pain seared through his knuckles faster than adrenaline could suppress it.

James immediately pushed Daniel’s shoulders back with all his might. Daniel reached around James’ torso and threw him to the ground.

Students gathered and cheered but some yelled at them to stop. James held Daniel down and punched him, his knees digging into his legs. Everyone heard a crack.

Daniel screamed. ‘My leg! You broke my fucking leg!’

‘Oh, come on, you wuss!’

‘I’m serious! I’m gonna have to go back to the hospital because of you!’

The crowd glared at James, silent as a graveyard. James looked around him, sweat dripping down his neck.

‘W-well, maybe it wouldn’t have broken again if you weren’t so obsessed with that faggot.’

The students glared harder. ‘What the fuck, James?’ one girl asked. Another girl grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and hauled him up, a few others joining in to help.

Daniel’s eyes and face were so tear-struck that the water blocked his ears and he couldn’t answer his helpers’ questions.

He was taken to the sickbay, where he once again couldn’t answer any questions. All he could do was cry. The nurse tried to tend to his leg in the hopes that he would eventually feel less pain and therefore stop crying. What she didn’t realise was that Daniel wasn’t crying because of that.

That night, Daniel’s tongue searched for a taste as he chewed on the gravy-covered steak. When he found none, he sighed and pushed his dinner aside, grabbing the tiny cup of fruit in jelly.

James hadn’t shown up. Then again, neither had Eddie.

This thought made Daniel rip off the lid much harder than expected, causing some of the juice from the fruit to spurt out.

‘Shit,’ he hissed.

‘Honestly, Daniel, that’s what you get for skipping right to the dessert,’ A mature woman’s voice said. Daniel looked up at his mother and scowled at her. ‘I was kept up at work,’ she explained. ‘You should be used to that by now.’ Daniel placed the jelly cup back down, trying with all his might not to slam it down. ‘Has anyone visited you?’ Daniel shook his head, looking down at his food without eating it. His knuckles turned from bruise purple to icy white.

His mother slowly inhaled and exhaled with the loudness of a smoker’s breaths. ‘Nobody at the school explained what happened. They just said you got in a fight. Why?’ Daniel was silent. ‘Explain to me everything or else you won’t be going to footy training again. Seriously, you only just got out of the hospital and what did I tell you? It sure as hell wasn’t ‘hurt your leg again so your dear old mummy has to pay the medical bills and twiddle her thumbs until the rebate comes’.’

Daniel growled with his mouth closed. ‘James called my new friend ugly.’

‘You must be joking. James insults people all the time. He insults you in front of me.’

‘But… he insulted Eddie.’

‘Who?’

‘The guy who’s been tutoring me. You met him, remember?’ He sighed at his mother’s confused face. ‘Eddie didn’t deserve that. He wasn’t there to defend himself. He… he… he’s so…’ The flood in his eyes raged destruction on his cheeks and nose, where snot began to drip. ‘He’s so nice… and he accepts how different we are and… he’s so happy and… and…’

His mother stared at him with one eyebrow and one side of her lips up. Daniel continued, and would likely continue whether she was there to listen or not. ‘I’m so confused. What’s wrong with me? Why did this guy have to walk into my life?’

‘Confused? You mean sexually?’

Daniel grit his teeth, cursing his mother’s habit of blunt language. ‘I just… I want… I don’t know what I want. I think… I might be... bisexual or something. Argh, why did this have to happen to me?’

‘Well, you did say you were confused. You’re not bisexual, Daniel. Calm down a bit and think things through before you give yourself a label like that.’

Daniel nodded and wiped his face with his arm. His eyes widened and he looked side to side. Everyone in the room must have heard. Oh God, they must have all heard. He looked down at his dinner and finally resumed eating. He had to do something to return normalcy to the situation.

He pushed what his mother said about labels to the furthest corners of his mind as he ate, once again focusing on trying to find a taste in what he was made to consume.

Another day, Daniel turned off the television and sighed. It had been three days and still no Eddie. James’ usage of the word ‘bitch’ played in his mind every hour or so like the most aggravating cuckoo clock in existence.

‘Oh my god, how are you feeling?’

Daniel’s heart came back to life. He grinned, holding back his tears. Eddie put a teddy bear on the table beside the bed, one with a nurse’s cap and fairy wings.

‘I’m good.’

‘Phew. Sorry for being so late. I had to make sure I got over my cold before coming here. Hospitals don’t allow sick visitors, do they? Oh, speaking of which, you absolutely have to get better. My dad got me two tickets to Black Blues’ concert next week. They’re this rap metal band that mixes its rap metal with influences of… I just think you’ll like them.’ Eddie handed Daniel one ticket. ‘Dad thinks I’m going to give it to a date but I’d honestly rather give it to you.’ He chuckled when Daniel stared at the ticket like it was some newly discovered ancient trinket. ‘No homo.’ He put on an old man’s voice. ‘That’s what the kids say these days, right?’

Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t think ‘no homo’ works when you say it.’ Eddie giggled. Daniel reached out to Eddie and brushed his fingers against his arm.

‘So, uh, what exactly happened?’ Eddie asked.

Daniel remembered the interactions with his mother. ‘I’d rather not talk about it. Let’s focus on this band you want me to see. Lecture away.’

Eddie beamed from one temple of his head to the other. He spoke about Black Blues for a good hour, though not without tangents into industrial metal and jazz, both of which were apparently related to this band.

Eddie made sure to visit Daniel every day that week, giving him homework from the teacher as well. He would often bring his iPod to play music from Black Blues and put one earbud into Daniel’s ear. Daniel’s cheeks always heated up when his face became so close to Eddie’s.

On Tuesday the following week, Eddie had an idea. ‘Hey, how about I tutor you here? You’ve still got the essay to do so you should be prepared for that before you leave the hospital. Speaking of which, when do you expect to leave the hospital?’

‘My operation’s on Saturday morning.’ Eddie frowned. Daniel looked at the ticket on his bedside table, which said ‘Saturday 7 PM’. He looked back at Eddie’s face and felt like a homeless person trying to cheer up a millionaire. ‘I’ll be at the concert. I promise.’

‘You sure?’

Daniel looked away and put his hand on Eddie’s. ‘Of course.’

Daniel’s hand became cold as Eddie’s hand slipped out from under it. Eddie continued talking, though Daniel couldn’t concentrate on his words.

#bisexual #romance #writing #gay #LGBT #LGBT romance #yaoi #drama #original fiction #fiction #Breaking Stereotypes #So Apparently I Find Fairies Hot

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the-knights-who-say-book · 7 years

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this is a story about a sorcerer and a knight. well, a knight-in-training. they go by KiT, a nickname for their title, but a perfectly good name for anyone. kit’s a good squire, for the most part, but they have a knack for getting into trouble.

this time the trouble is they just fuckin decked another knight in the middle of the tavern.

“keep your hands off my friend,” kit tells the shocked personification of grossness, now sitting on his ass on the ground. kit’s pretty sure the message was already sent though the ass-kicking, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.

the man splutters for a minute before finding his tongue. “you— you— you piece of shit, you’ll pay for this. i have powerful friends.”

“bring it on,” kit retorts. they’re feeling pretty confident right now.

they’re feeling significantly less confident as two other men step up behind the first guy.

“outside,” the first growls.

“we’re zit and wedge, and we’re going to kick your ass,” the second one clarifies.

zit nods. “but we don’t want to make a mess of you on mal’s floor, since it was just scrubbed and all.”

kit glances at mal, who they rather thought was a friend, to find her nodding appreciatively. “brawlers these days are so polite. out you three go.”

kit wilts. “but… there’s just one of me.”

it’s around this time, when the two other guys are starting to crack their knuckles and look like they’re going to drag kit outside whether they like it or not, that someone else pushes their way through the small crowd that’s forming.

“’scuse me, pardon me. hello. what’s going on here?”

she’s got bright blue hair, of the kind that you get from mucking around with magic too much. everyone immediately reassesses the situation, and watches her warily. a sorcerer can quickly change the way a brawl plays out, if they feel like intervening. kit sincerely hopes she does.

“miss,” zit jumps in before kit can get a word in, “this young… person, here, just brutally attacked my poor friend, and me and wedge think we ought to be able to teach them a lesson in manners.”

the sorcerer studies him for a moment, as if considering his statement, and kit grabs their chance.

“pimple here is completely leaving out the fact that their friend wouldn’t leave my friend alone, after she asked him to go away twice!”

zit bristles, and looks to the sorcerer for her judgment.

she considers for while. “can anyone vouch for this knight’s statement?”

“i was the one getting hit on!” tea shouts from behind kit’s shoulder.

the sorcerer digests the witness’s statement. “hm. i’m inclined to see this as a case of self-defense, through the channel of someone who was not the self being hit on. i would suggest that all the parties involved accept the ruling of “he who gets their ass kicked probably deserves it”, and move on.”

“fat chance,” wedge growls. “the pack sticks together. we have to defend our leader.”

werewolves, kit sighs internally. it just figured.

there’s a dramatic pause, then the sorcerer says cooly, “you try it, and you’ll get your asses kicked too.”

zit and wedge eye her warily. kit eyes all three of them, which is hard with only two eyes.

“i reckon we could take a sorcerer,” wedge hypothesizes— an idea that would be quickly proven false in any laboratory experiment.

but this is a tavern, and the sorcerer has a delayed reaction, only raising her hands when zit charges at her. kit flinches back, sure she’s about to be crushed, but the next moment flames explode in the small space between the sorcerer and zit. there’s a yelp, and mad scrambling back from the sorcerer.

“i have nowhere to be until book club at midnight,” the sorcerer informs them calmly, her hands still out, palms up and ready to summon more flame. kit squints at them. “so i have plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

apparently rescinding their hypothesis, all three werewolves make a mad dash for the door and disappear into the night.

the sorcerer smiles victoriously, and shakes her bright hair out of her face. kit squints at her scalp as she turns to them. “all good?”

“yes, thank you,” tea says, sounding impressed. “wow… a fire summoner. i didn’t know there were any teenagers powerful enough.”

kit has no other specific places to squint, so they just stare hard at the sorcerer’s face. “yeah… thanks. that was really cool.”

she waves their thanks off with one hand, a few strands of smoke issuing from her sleeves. “all in a day’s work. i’ll be off now.”

kit leaves tea with mal, though they frankly no longer trust her so much, and follows the sorcerer out the door. “hey, wait! you, blue hair magic person. what are you?”

“a masked vigilante,” she says, after a pause. “without the mask, because magic.”

kit blinks at that, before realizing she’s perfectly right. besides the definite ideas that she’s female and blue-haired, kit seems to forget what she looks like one moment to the next. kinda neat, honestly, though disconcerting.

they shake their head. “no, i mean… you’re not a sorcerer. i’ve seen people summon fire, and it comes from a loosely closed fist, not an open hand. also, your hair is dyed, not magically changed.”

she doesn’t answer for a moment, then looks stumped, and continues to not answer.

“well?” kit asks.

“fine,” she admits. “i’m a sorcerer in training, but the fake mask is about the most complicated magic i can do. the hair is so people will take me seriously when i do masked vigilante stuff.”

“and the fire?” kit persists.

after a moment, she shakes out her sleeve, sending a tiny purple dragon tumbling into her other hand. “my helper. my fire aid, if you will. you’re the first person to notice, you know?”

“just logic and being awesome,” kit says with a shrug, feeling pleased. neither are skills they get to show off a lot. they kinda feel like they’ve earned something for it. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

after a pause, the sorcerer in training says, “go for it.”

“why do you wait a second before responding to anything?”

their question is punctuated by a pause before she answers.

then the sorcerer motions kit closer, and tucks her hair behind her ears. the knight-in-training leans in, gaping. there’s a green dragon no longer than the length of one finger perched behind her ear, claws holding onto her piercings for balance. it unwedges one tiny wing to wave at them.

“what the fuck,” kit says, unable to find a reason for this from logic or being awesome.

“what the fuck,” the dragon repeats, pushing its snoot practically inside the sorcerer’s ear.

“this is peep,” she says. “my hearing is shit, so it helps me out. i call it my hearing aid.”

the draconian hearing aid preens under the knight-in-training’s stare.

“shit,” kit mumbles, for lack of better words.

“shit!” the dragon crows, gleefully.

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ageeksnerdyworld · 7 years

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Solving Cases & Making Friends

Characters: Damian Wayne, Mia ‘Maps” Mizoguchi, Colin Wilkes, Dr. Edward Jacobi

Word Count: 4,306

Trigger Warning: Slight Swearing. Violence. (I think that’s it...)

A/N: Parts–X, X, X… College Age Damian AU. So this one is technically first in the AU even though I haven’t been posting these in chorological order. Felt like Damian needed some friends, but I didn’t want to create any more new characters. So I decided to age some of his canon friends. Tried my best to write their personalities similar to their canon ones & tried my best to fit them into the AU. This whole thing has a super rushed feel to me and I don’t like it. As always; translations are at the bottom.

Summary: Damian gets approached by a fellow student whose looking to make friends. But he doesn’t have the time, or the desire, to do that and as they talk he looks for a way out. His saving grace comes when he notices his acting professor behaving rather suspiciously. As Damian goes to follow the man his “new friend” follows him. But can Damian find a way to solve the case with this unwanted helper? Click the read more if you want.

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Every chair in the green room was occupied by a body; for once. It was because today was one of the few important days of class. Every once in a while the professor let the students choose a monologue to perform in front of the class and today was one of those days. He sits in a dark purple bucket chair with his hands resting underneath his chin; fingers intertwined. His black backpack sits on the floor by his feet; leaning against the bottom of the chair. Intently watching a blonde perform a lesser known monologue he patiently waits for his turn.

When the blonde girl finishes her piece the other students politely clap; he does not.

Don’t clap you imbeciles. She does not deserve it.

“Damian,” the professor calls.

He nods and rises from his seat. When he makes it to the middle of the room he sharply hits the mark. After announcing his piece to the room he takes a deep breath; centering his focus and getting into character. Then he begins to recite his piece.

When he finishes the other students clap and he returns to his seat. The professor finishes jotting down a few notes and then peers at Damian over the rim of his thin wire frames. He gives Damian a slight smile which was pretty much all praise anyone could expect from the man. Dr. Edgar Jacobi expected nothing less than perfection from his students even though it was only a second year acting class. It baffled Damian as the man himself was a rather poor actor. Jacobi was hideously ugly with a tall, wire-thin frame, small beady black eyes, and pointed ears. He reminded Damian of a goblin or a gargoyle.

After the last student finished their monologue the class was dismissed.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he walks out the door and up the short staircase to the first floor. He puts his headphones in, presses play and begins listening to Bach, as he walks over to the door. Just as his hand touches the push bar someone taps him on the shoulder from behind. He rolls his eyes but takes his headphones out and turns around anyway.

“May I help you?”

It’s a girl from his acting class. Her name is Mia... something, or other, as her last name escapes him at the moment. She’s a bit on the shorter side; the top of her head barely reaches his chest. She wears a yellow plaid shirt underneath a black long-sleeved sweater, a yellow checkered skirt, black stockings and black plastic flats. A bright yellow flower clip rests in her jet black hair and it matches her backpack. The straps of her backpack are adorned with multiple buttons and patches of all sorts of shapes, sizes and colors. Light brown freckles dot her cheekbones and match her round, wide, bright eyes.

Her black and yellow color scheme reminds Damian of a bumblebee.

“Hamlet,” she says with a smile. “You sure picked a tough piece. But you put so much feeling into that monologue; Jacobi was really impressed.”

“I was too,” Mia adds as she moves a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It was nothing. Jacobi requested that we each recite a monologue that meant something to us. I simply fulfilled the assignment. Is there something else you wanted or was that it?”

“Well,” she starts to say but movement catches Damian’s eye and he stops paying attention to the girl.

Damian watches Dr. Jacobi as he leaves the green room, looks around in either direction, and walks up the staircase; all in a very clandestine manner. His eyes squint and his brow furrows in interest and confusion. The only place the professor would be going had to be the theatre’s control booth but there was no reason for the man to do so. But before he can follow the professor and begin an investigation Mia grabs him by the arm. He turns to her with a mixed expression of disgust, annoyance, and surprise.

“Hey! I was asking if you wanted to get a bite to eat. They’re doing a waffle bar at Branford today.”

“Sincerest apologizes but, I can not,” he says before he wrestles out of her grip and starts to follow Jacobi.

He rushes up the steps; taking two at a time. But once he reaches the top he sees that the professor is nowhere to be found. In fact there isn’t a single person on the upper floor. Looking around Damian catches sight of the door to the control booth and rushes over. The door is locked from the inside but it has to be where Jacobi disappeared to. So he reaches into the small front pocket of his backpack, which was meant for normal small items like pens or headphones, and pulls out a lock pick set.

Just as he begins to work on picking the lock a voice from behind startles him.

“You know you stick your tongue out and completely stop breathing when you’re thinking? It’s pretty creepy.”

He turns around to see Mia standing there in all her bumblebee glory.

“Need any help?” she asks.

“No,” he says curtly and turns back to his work.

“Oooh picking locks? Are you some kind of criminal, Damian?”

He scoffs; “Tt. Criminals are nothing but scum. Do I really look like I would ever align myself with the likes of such people?”

“Well, you are breaking into the control booth. That seems pretty criminal if you ask me."

Damian grits his teeth in annoyance and tries to block out her inane chatter. But as she talks she gets more excited and her voice gets louder. He blocks her out long enough to get the lock open. Opening the door he fishes inside his backpack for a flashlight and turns it on before entering the dark room. Mia follows him and even though he isn’t looking at her he can imagine her hands failing through the air in pointless movement as she talks. She’s going on about how boring Yale is and how the lack of criminal activity, and superheroes, makes her miss Gotham City from time to time.

“Wait,” he says, as tries to find the light switch, stopping for just a moment to turn and face her.

“You’re from Gotham? Seriously?”

“Duh,” she says as she points to a black iron-on patch with gray text on the left-side strap of her backpack. The patch is a square and more on the smaller side, with a small outline of the city skyline, so no wonder he didn’t notice it at first. But after she pointed it out the black text that sits underneath the skyline is clear enough to read; Gotham: The Real One.

“I see,” he says with a short snicker. “But if you’re from Gotham then why aren’t you attending Gotham State University?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. “How did you know that I was from Gotham?”

“Only a real Gothamite would doubt someone when they’d say they were from the city. So why are you going to Yale, Damian?”

Damian nods at her semi-impressive detective work, and answers her question as he goes back to finding the light switch; “My father attended the university’s Gotham City campus. When word got around that I applied to the university they wanted another Wayne in attendance so desperately. They... Um... What’s the word?”

He waves it off with a hand and continues his explanation.

“The admissions office gave me more financial aid than they give to exemplary students; even though I do not need it. They allowed me to have a dorm all to myself; even though I am only a first year. And they gave me a lot of free school pride memorabilia to give to my family.”

“They buttered you up.”

He nods and finds the light switch. Once the room is illuminated he turns his flashlight off. But Mia takes it from him; “Just in case.”

Even though their unofficial investigation started Maps continues to talk and talk. Damian angrily mutters under his breath as he begins to search for clues; “!اخرس! اخرس! اخرس”

Mia searches around the soundboard, and house-facing area of the booth, as Damian looks through the small supply closet. The supply closet houses cables, a few lightbulbs, cleaning supplies, and a spare soundboard. The soundboard lays on the wood floor of the supply closet which is covered in dust. But as he looks at the floor Damian notices a break in the dust around the extra soundboard. He moves it out of the way and a small secret hatch is revealed in the space. He bends down and grabs hold of the rusted metal handle. Damian pulls the hatch open with ease but it’s too dark for him to see what’s inside.

Calling to Maps he starts to ask; “Could you pass me the…? The, um…

"!سخيف القرف”

The English word for what he wants escapes him at the moment. He sticks his tongue out as he thinks but he can’t remember it. He begins to snap his fingers in thought as he mutters; “I need the… The… I want the…”

“Torch stick!” he says triumphantly, as he turns around, thinking that he remembered the correct word.

She looks at him confused; “Torch stick?”

“Stick light? No! That’s not right...”

But Maps is holding exactly what he wants in her hand and he knows what it is. Damian just can’t remember the name of it for whatever reason. The curse of being multilingual. He runs a hand over his face and sighs. Giving up he just points to the item and says;

“.مصباح يدوي”

Luckily pointing works out and she says; “Oh, you want the flashlight! Why didn’t you just ask?” Maps hands it over with a smile.

He takes it and grumbles; “I did.”

As he turns the flashlight on Maps crouches down next to him; neatly folding her skirt underneath her legs as she sits. He waits until she’s fully ready to look into the hatch. A medium sized, red, leather-bound, notebook sits on the very bottom of the hatch. The small compartment is deeper than it looks and Damian’s entire arm is almost inside it before he reaches the notebook.

He pulls it out with ease.

Now they can see that the notebook is wrapped by a thin, black ribbon. And they can also see the middle engraving clear enough to read. But it’s very intricate and written in cursive; making it rather hard to make out the letters. But after a minute of two he thinks he knows what they are.

B.K. It’s a monogram.

“It’s a monogram, B.K.,” Mia says at the same time.

He and Mia look at each other with identical shocked and confused faces. “Let’s finish looking in here and then look at this outside when we conclude our investigation,” he says. She nods and goes back to looking. Meanwhile Damian stashes the notebook in the very back of his backpack; behind all his books and various belongings. He closes the door to the wooden hatch and stands up. Slinging a strap over his shoulder he backs up and closes the door to the back closet.

XXXXX

Once they finish in the booth they lock the door back up and leave. Taking the stolen notebook with them they make their way to one of the few areas on campus that is free from prying eyes and listening ears. Exiting University Theatre together they walk north on York Street; towards the Sterling Memorial Library.

As they walk down the street Damian swings his backpack over his shoulder. Unzipping the pocket he takes the notebook out for just a moment. The front cover of the leather is engraved with more designs than just the intricate monogram. A border runs around the entire perimeter of the notebook. The monogram and the rest of the engraving is a deep, dark, black. But it looks as if something hides within the border. Staring at the engraving his brow furrows in thought and he sticks his tongue out ever so slightly. Flipping it over he looks at the back, but, it remains barren.

”You’re doing it again, next time I punch you.” Mia says; breaking Damian out of his thought.

“What am I... Oh. Sorry.”

“I was just looking at the monogram,” he says explaining. “I was fairly certain that it’s supposed to read B.K. But looking at it now it looks like A.N.”

She crinkles her nose in confusion; “Waddya mean, Dami?”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps.

“It looks like it says L.R.,” she continues; ignoring him.

Damian looks at the notebook again and this time the engraving looks like W.E. “Look at it now, Mia. What does it say?”

“Don’t call me that,” she says; mimicking Damian’s response.

“Tt. What would you like to be called, then?”

“My family’s always called me Maps,” she says with a shrug.

“Alright. Maps, look at the monogram now. What do you see?”

She quiets; trying to decipher the curved, intersecting lines, but, she can’t make anything out. Revealing this to her overly pretentious partner-in-crime she assumes that Damian would make some snotty remark. But he doesn’t. Instead he says that he can’t make out anything either.

“What do you think that means?”

“I think that it means my assumption of Dr. Jacobi’s true identity was correct. But we can only be sure once we open the notebook.”

Just as Damian is about to remove the ribbon and open the notebook someone bumps into him. Turning around he looks at a tall, somewhat skinny, ginger bent over picking up a stack of books. His face is dotted all over with small freckles, but, most of them are splattered across the bridge of his nose. Bending down as well Damian starts to help the boy gather his belongings. As he passes a couple books over Damian mutters an apology.

“I ran into you,” the ginger replies. “What’re you apologizing for?”

“I was at fault. I should not have stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. It was rather foolish.”

“Oh well,” he replies with a shrug. “Well, thanks for your help. I’m Colin.”

“Damian Wayne.”

“No way. You’re a Wayne?” Colin asks with wide eyes. Damian nods as he passes over a few papers that were scattered in the fall. “Hey, that means you’re from Gotham! I’m from there too.”

“Me too, I’m Maps by the way,” Mia says with a smile. “Hey, Colin? Who’s your favorite Gotham villain?”

Both young men rise from the sidewalk and Colin looks from Damian to Mia with confusion. Damian shrugs as if to say; She’s always like this. Colin says that he doesn’t have a favorite and doesn’t understand why anyone would. Nodding in agreement Damian kindly steps aside to let the boy pass.

Nudging Damian in the shoulder Maps whispers; “You should ask him to hang out with us. He looks lonely.”

“We are on a mission, now is not the time.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and screams Colin’s name. The young man turns around in confusion. Looking around for a few short seconds he points a finger at himself. Mia nods and waves him over. Colin shrugs and jogs back; his books wobbling dangerously close to toppling again.

“What’s up?”

“Damian and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out for a bit.”

“Oh. Sure. What are you guys doing?”

“We’re trying to find...” Maps starts to say but Damian cuts her off quickly.

“Just going to get something to eat.”

“Cool, I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Thank God!” Mia yells happily “I’m literally dying!”

XXXXX

Once in the dining hall they go through the line and get their food. Then they meet up and sit down together. Mia has her plates piled high with waffles and the stack is bigger than her head. Colin eats a small portion of macaroni and a side of broccoli. Damian eats a peanut butter and banana sandwich with the crusts cut off. Halfway though their meal Maps starts up a conversation.

“So, Damian, you gonna open the notebook?”

“What notebook?” Colin asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“The one he and I found in the theatre’s control booth.”

Damian shoots her an angry glare. But he thinks about it and decides that maybe it’s a good idea to let him in. It’s just one more after all; what harm can happen? He sighs and opens his backpack. Pushing the plastic tray out of his way he lays the notebook on the table. Colin looks at it with wide eyes. Both he and Mia get up simultaneously and wrap around the table to sit on either side of Damian.

Opening the notebook Damian flips to a random page and quietly reads the scraggly, fast-paced, handwriting to himself.

Day Six-Hundred and Fifty-Four--

New Haven, Connecticut

I just arrived at the college she’s supposed to be going to. Well, according to her bitch of a mother at least. I don’t think that she would’ve lied to me about something like this though. I hope that she didn't.

Started to have second thoughts on the way over when some old guy thought he recognized me. Poor guy had Alzheimer’s and thought I was his dead brother; so I guess it doesn’t count. It was a close call though. I don’t know if I can control myself if it happens again.

But that doesn’t matter anyway I’m not in Gotham anymore so there’s no Bat to stop me.

Damian chuckled lightly when he read the last line.

Then he flips through the pages again. He can tell that he’s sticking his tongue out as he peruses the notebook because Maps punches him lightly in the arm. He stops only when he sees what he was searching for. Quickly reading the page his suspicions, about what happened to the real professor, are proven. Damian closes the notebook with finality and the other two give him identical looks of misunderstanding.

“I know who our professor really is,” he says to the others.

“Really? Who?” Maps asks excited.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Colin complains.

Damian puts the notebook back in the rear pocket of his backpack and gets up from the table. Slinging the bag over his shoulder he picks his tray up and walks it over to the conveyor belt. After laying his tray down he waves over; signaling the others to follow him. The two get up and put their trays away as well and rush over to catch Damian before he leaves.

“Damian, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing,” Colin whines.

He scoffs; “Tt. You don’t know me, Colin. What makes you think...”

“I’m not stupid. I know you’re Robin.”

Damian turns around with widened eyes and stares at Colin. Mia confesses that she knew as well. Crossing his arms he asks them how they figured it out. Colin knew since he revealed that he was a Wayne; revealing that he developed a bit of a Bat obsession after he was saved from Bane. Then he adds something that shocks Damian even more. “You obviously don’t remember it, but... You were there too, Damian.”

“And I figured it out when we were looking around in the control booth,” Maps says. “You thought I couldn’t see you put the notebook in your bag but I did. And I saw your batarangs. Or birdarangs, or whatever they’re called for Robins.”

“Well, yes, Colin. I am going to stop the impostor."

“How?” the ginger asks; obviously worried.

“By being Robin,” he says with a smirk.

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His newfound friends insisted on helping. And since they were so stubborn about it he had to agree. But he insisted on making them wear costumes to mask their identities. Since neither of them had anything that would pass for battle-ready gear he allowed them to wear whatever they wanted. And of course he wore his Robin outfit.

And so later that night they went to the one place that their impostor was most likely to be.

Standing on the stage, in the direct middle, underneath a spotlight is Clayface. But he’s not alone; the blonde girl from their acting class is there as well. Oddly enough she isn’t the least bit afraid of the towering clay monster that stands before her. Even odder still Clayface is reciting Macbeth’s famous monologue when he decides to kill King Duncan.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but

A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Stopping him there the three make their presence known and step onto the stage. “Karlo,” Damian yells through gritted teeth.

Clayface turns around to see the Boy Wonder and two other costumed figures. One looks like a girl with a short pixie cut and black bangs that slightly fall onto her yellow domino mask. The rest of her outfit looks like it was thrown together at the last moment, which unbeknownst to him, it was. A black checkered skirt sits atop black stockings feed into clunky black boots. The soles of her boots are yellow and they match her shirt which is the same shade of yellow. Her makeshift costume is completed by a black unbuttoned sweater.

The other one, another boy, doesn’t seem to wearing a costume at all. The ginger wears white and blue-striped sneakers. Dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt with green sleeves make up the rest of his outfit. But just like Robin and the girl this boy also wears a domino mask; black.

“How did you know it was me?”

“BK. Basil Karlo. I knew ever since I found that little pathetic notebook,” Damian says.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Basil growls.

Damian scoffs; “You murdered an Ivy League professor to take his place just because you couldn’t get work anywhere in Gotham? Knowing that I attended this school you hid all of your evidence in one of the few places on this campus where I spend most of my time. You’ve gotten even more pathetic with age, Basil.”

“My intent was not to take his place,” Clayface growls.

“What then? Why did you do it?”

“I wanted to protect my daughter,” he says looking over to the blonde girl with sad eyes. “This was the only way I knew how.”

Damian starts to say something but Mia cuts him off. “Well, okay, Clayface. That doesn’t explain why you killed the professor. He didn’t have to die.”

Clayface shrugs.

“We’re taking you in, Basil.”

Basil yells at his daughter to run.

“We?” Mia and Colin question in unison; both giving Damian identical looks of confusion. He nods to them firmly assuring that he meant what he said. Maps smiles widely as if she had been waiting for a day like this her entire life. Colin goes pale and begins to back away. But Damian grabs him by the shirt collar and keeps him in the room. Passing his new allies an array of weaponry he quickly explains what a few of them are.

“Now, follow my lead and, do not do anything stupid.”

With that Damian charges at Basil and throws a small ice grenade at Basil’s right leg. It lands into his clay form and explodes; throwing clay everywhere as well as blocking Clayface from recreating the missing arm.

But before Damian can throw his second bomb Clayface launches a wad of clay at the Boy Wonder’s feet.

The clay immediately hardens; forcing Damian to remain where he stands. Yelling to Maps he tells her to aim for Basil’s left leg. Nodding, she squints an eye closed, she attempts her throw. It just barely lands at Clayface’s foot but, it’s just enough, and when the bomb explodes so does the foot.

Clayface topples over; falling face first onto the stage. He seems defeated, but, then he throws more clay at both Maps and Damian; the latter is now almost covered to his waist.

“Colin! Now!”

Colin throws his grenade into Clayface’s back. The ice hardens; freezing him to the stage. Frozen and unable to control his shifting powers; Basil begins to change rapidly underneath the ice. He flashes between multiple different looks, but, never once returns to his Clayface form. Colin rushes over to Damian to set him but Damian refuses. “You need to handcuff him. Remove the cuffs from the second left-hand pocket on my utility belt; they’re made to negate his powers.”

He grabs the cuffs and rushes back over to Clayface; cuffing him.

Basil Karlo returns to his normal human form for the first time during the entire battle. With Clayface cuffed and dealt with Colin runs back to his friends. But Damian already freed himself, using a spray can filled with water & wetting the clay until he could break out of it, and was in the process of freeing Maps. As this was happening campus police arrived on the scene and Damian informed his colleagues that he altered them before the confronted Clayface. The police ask the three costumed heroes a few questions and Damian hands over Karlo’s manifesto. He doesn’t mention Basil’s daughter because the girl is probably grateful that she can continue her education without murder-rampaged visits from her father.

“We make a good team, huh?” Colin says as the police remove Basil from the theatre.

“Indeed we do,” Damian says with a smile.

~~~ Translations:

Shut up– اخرس

Fucking shit!– سخيف القرف

Flashlight– مصباح يدوي

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tempest-loupnoir · 7 years

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Really long character survey

Tagged by @sirgyrodegearloose I don't know 10 roleplayers to tag, and this is so long I'm not ask anyone to put in the time, hehe. BASICS. FULL NAME : Alexandra Dragora Calandrina NICKNAME : Lexi AGE : 20 BIRTHDAY : ETHNIC GROUP : Pekin duck NATIONALITY : Romanian LANGUAGE / S : English (that’s woefully all the mun is fluent in), French, Romanian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demi straight ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demi RELATIONSHIP STATUS : dating CLASS : witch. Upper middle in Transylvania but in Calisota, she does not have much, so she lives with her aunt. HOME TOWN / AREA : Marmatia (made up town), Transylvania CURRENT HOME : living with her aunt, Letitia Weyard PROFESSION : Student/witch PHYSICAL. HAIR : black, falls to the middle of her shoulder blades EYES : Blue sclera like any Pekin duck. Violet irises NOSE : Orange beak. It's slightly shorter than Donald Duck's FACE : Uh… round? Covered in feathers? LIPS : See nose COMPLEXION : Pristine white feathers. BLEMISHES : mole on her back that stays hidden under her clothes. SCARS : she has played with fire, fenced with a sword, shot arrows, rode horse back, climbed trees, played with baby dragons and a shape shifting wolf and numerous other creatures as a kid, so she has some faint shiny scars under her feathers. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : hm. Scrooge is three feet, so that makes Fenton Crackshell close to four feet? I think of Lexi as being about Fenton/Drake Mallard's height, so she is tall for a female duck but still tiny compared to most other inhabitants in the duckverse. WEIGHT : Scrooge is twenty pounds. Lexi is taller but not as muscular as he is so I guess she would be about twenty pounds too. BUILD : trim FEATURES : Big blue sclera, shiny long hair that usually has a small braid holding it away from her face (thank you, Goku-San for the idea), usualky smiling. ALLERGIES : some mushrooms and flowers like lilies make her sneeze. Some animal saliva makes her break out but she knows how to treat her reactions. USUAL HAIR STYLE : small braid holding hair away from her eyes. Usually down and loose but may be tied back in a pony tail or loose bun. She experiments with different hair styles USUAL FACE LOOK : Curious USUAL CLOTHING : at home, she usually wears like dark gothic dresses or warm sweaters and jeans. In Calisota, she's been wearing sundresses, t-shirts and jeans, and whatever else is available to her from throft shops or hand-me-downs from her aunt. PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Failure, loss, ridicule ASPIRATION / S: make her parents proud, be someone's hero, find someone who can be her own hero and emotional support, become respected in the wizarding community, create a new signature spell nobody else knows, POSITIVE TRAITS : Generally cheerful and bubbly, inquisitive, independent thinker, kind, creative, motherly NEGATIVE TRAITS : Easily intimidated, can become stubborn and irrational when protecting someone, shuts down mentally or faints when overly stressed, sometimes uses too much energy, makes rash decisions to protect friends MBTI : ISFP Introvert(6%) Sensing(3%) Feeling(59%) Perceiving(22%) (x) ZODIAC : Virgo TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine? Doesn't really describe her well (x) SOUL TYPE / S : Helper, Creator, Spiritualist (x) ANIMALS : penguin? (x) VICE HABIT / S : major sweet tooth, picks at her fingernails when she is nervous, may go without eating if she is too stressed FAITH : Christian GHOSTS ? : Has seen some AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? : Not without magic ALIENS ? : Yes? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : totally confused by them. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : Everyone deserves to be treated with basic decency. Beyond that, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ EDUCATION LEVEL : finished high school. Still in wizarding college FAMILY. FATHER : Azkadell Calandrina MOTHER : Evilene Weyard SIBLINGS : a twin brother in the Negaverse. None in the Darkwing universe EXTENDED FAMILY : too many to list. Magica and Poe De Spell are cousins. Letitia Weyard, Sergei Calandrina, more to be added once they are named. NAME MEANING / S : "defender, protector" HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : her great great grandmother was one of the weird sisters King MacBeth took advice from FAVOURITES. BOOK : The Shadow Within (Light of Eidon series) MOVIE: Beauty and the Beast 5 SONGS : "End Of The Line" "When You Believe" "Carol of the Bells/Bells of Notre Dame" "Go The Distance" "I Want To Know What Love Is" DEITY : Jehovah HOLIDAY : It was Easter but I think Halloween will become her favorite once she understands it. MONTH : June SEASON : Spring PLACE : Wherever her best friends are WEATHER : partly cloudy and breezy. She loves sunshine but she's sensitive to light and heat. She loves feeling the wind in her feathers. For her, 62 degrees F would probably feel warm. She is learning to appreciate 80 degrees and sunshine. SOUND : epic music, birds in the trees, laughter SCENT / S : Freshly cut grass, conifers, baked goods, the sweet scent of her wolf's fur TASTE / S : Fresh fruit, anything sweet or salty and savory FEEL / S : (I'm not sure I understand this one). Um...the silky texture of her hair as she plays with it ANIMAL / S : canines, gryphons, otters, NUMBER : 7 COLOUR : purple EXTRA. TALENTS : She's an empath. She physically feels the emotional and even physical pain of others, to the point that she can become incapacitated by the stress. She also can get glimpses of a person's personality by touching them and connecting with them telepathically. Rarely she will get a brief, blurry glimpse of the future, but she never knows the time frame for that occurrence. She can turn any object to flowers, or set it on fire. She can teleport objects and ride a broom (badly as she does not have a good sense of balance). She's studied hard to learn how to heal wounds and illnesses. BAD AT : Dancing, gullible, naïve, easily distracted, ignoring her empathy to focus on solving problems, time management, hiding her emotions, lying, TURN ONS : Not getting into that here. TURN OFFS : Not getting into this either. HOBBIES : equestrian, archery, playing with animals, flying around on her broom, dabbling in arts and crafts. TROPES : Morality Pet, Action Girlfriend/borderline Protective Girlfriend, borderline She Loves You and Everyone (she has limits. Some villains are unlovable, as she found out the hard way), Magical Girl AESTHETIC TAGS : purple, blue, wolves, starry nights, frozen north, California dreaming, goth, witch, DuckTales, Darkwing Duck, Magica DeSpell, Morgana Macawber, empath, GPOY QUOTES : what is GPOY? FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : I don't know what any of this means? ALT FC / S : ? OLDER FC / S : ? YOUNGER FC / S : ? VOICE CLAIM / S : Liz Callaway perhaps? GENDERBENT FC / S : Don’t have one MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : As much as I'd love to toss her into the DuckTales universe, I think most of the main cast would be wary of her. She does look a little like their adversary Magica De Spell, and magic can cause even more problems than it solves. She would be fun to pit against Gizmoduck, as she'd spend most of her time trying to fix his blunders and protect him from real threats while he is giving his speeches about justice. I think her current storyline (young woman leaves oppressive home environment in pursuit of self discovery and happiness and makes friends and enemies in her new foreign environment) is pretty much the type of movie I would put her in. A cross between the aesthetics and look of Tangled, with the adventures from Aladdin the series would be ideal for Lexi. Q2 : What would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Lots of moody piano and strings, with deep drumming. Sort of like the Legend of Zelda or Eragon soundtrack, but with some light hearted, playful riffs like Tuomas Holopanien included in "Duel & Cloudscapes" in the album "Music Inspired by The Life and Times of Scrooge" Q3 : Why did you start writing this character ? A3 : I created her with the help of a friend on Skype back in 2013. Originally she was going to be an immediate relative of Magica DeSpell, but once I found out Magica has nieces and cousins like Minima and Matilda, I revamped Lexi. My friend Sasha came up with the nickname "Lexi" since it sounds playful and can be a pun on Hex. Q4 : What first attracted you to this character ? A4 : I love her personality. She's bubbly, optimist, and genuinely caring about both people and animals, and that is someone I would love to be friends with in real life. She's confident and motivated enough to teleport to her friends' side and fight their battles with them, but humble enough that she would never dream of seeking glory and fame. Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : She cares too much and has too little self confidence. She lets her parents' opinions of her and other people weigh her down, and make her feel weak and useless. Good grief! Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : Empathy and low self esteem. She is basically a super powered, much more motivated and outgoing, smarter, more optimistic version of me. Her roller coaster emotions come from me and so do many of her personal interests. Like I said before, I'd love to be best friends with her in real life, but I think my habits, silence, and negative feelings would adversely affect her and she would have a hard time being around me. Q7 : How does your muse feel about you ? A7 : She would probably be torn between wanting to kick my keister and hug and comfort me most of the time. Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : Offline, Lexi has become friends with Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Bushroot, @freddiebuckster 's character Harmonizer, my OC Agent Carol Torres, another friend's SHUSH Agent and pilot OC plus that pilot's Negaverse version, Negaduck, Magica and Poe De Spell, etc. I think one of my favorite odd interactions was with an older, frail Negaduck who no longer felt the need to murder or steal. He was just a cranky, achey old duck who had never known friendship or kindness. Lexi was very motherly with him, tending to his injuries, and providing him with clothes and food before taking him back to her friends. She has a similar motherly relationship with Bushroot, providing him with an enchanted charm that gives him back his original human appearance for a few hours at a time. Online, she is still developing her friendships and relationships. She has a very sweet relationship with her boyfriend, and his friends. She tries to prevent him from making mistakes and she tries to fix things when he does mess up, but she finds his cheerfulness and reckless bravery so endearing that she can't help wanting to be around him. He helps her recharge and relax when she's overwhelmed by stress from school studies or from empathizing too long. They care about and rejuvenate each other. Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Listening to movie and game soundtracks, and reading over past roleplays. I also have a list of roleplay ideas I'd like to do with her. She's one of my main muses so it is usually pretty easy to step into her character. Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ? A10 : About four hours (spread out over two days.)

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