I DONT GET THE BOOPING THING WHAT'S EVERYONE TALKING ABOUT

boop :]c

forced proximity with jack even though you guys are enemies… so you guys say 👀

lucky lift | jack hughes

warnings: elevator sex, enemies to FWB, secret pining on jack’s side, hj, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing/general dirty talk (aka i just like writing dialogue) pairing: jack hughes x reader summary: the one when you hook up with your work enemy on a whim wc: 1468

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” You hiss. “You know I don’t like this any more than you do.”

To top off a shitty day, in which you had woken up late, spilled coffee on the shirt that you had been waiting to wear all week, and tripped up the stairs in full view of everyone in the office, you were now stuck– nay, you were trapped, cornered, imprisoned– in the elevator with none other than Jack Hughes.

You and Jack had been working at this company for the same amount of time, both of you hired in the same week, trained by the same people, and working on the same projects. You hated each other. You supposed you hated Jack first, but it was only because he made everything so competitive. He claimed he couldn’t help it when your work bestie brought it up to him (much to your chagrin), “because he was an athlete when he was younger.”

In an ideal world, this “athlete” could pry open the doors of the elevator so you could make an escape. Instead, he’s staring at you with an amused smirk on his face while you do all the work.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Jack scoffs. 

“Maybe I do hate it more than you,” You bite back. “You seem awfully content over there to watch me do all the work.”

“I called for help,” Jack reminds you. “They said two hours. To me. I don’t remember you offering to call.”

“I didn’t have service,” You say through gritted teeth. 

“Get a better provider,” Jack says in the same tone. 

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

“I think you’re really easy to piss off.” Jack’s smile pulls at the sides of his lips in a way that’s almost endearing, but you also want to wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze.

“I think you–”

“I also think the stain on your shirt from your coffee has gotten worse with the sweat from all your efforts to escape,” Jack interrupts. “Maybe you should take it off.”

The initial surprise that came with his statement turns to anger at his arrogance. “Excuse me?” You exclaim, stalking over to him and whacking his arm. “You’re coming onto me? As if you couldn’t make this situation any worse?”

“We might as well have fun with it,” Jack says with a shrug, shying away from your violent slaps. 

“I don’t even like you,” You point out. “You don’t even like me.”

Jack reaches a hand up and cups your cheek, silencing you. “Does it matter?” 

The weight of his hand against your face and the pure honesty of his tone causes your stomach to turn. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him like that before, but it was rare. It was during the monthly meetings Jack led, when he had to wear more business professional clothing, and he always decided to roll up his sleeves post-meeting and lose the jacket. You usually caught him in the break room brewing his own coffee, focused and straight-faced like he was about to reenter the meeting rather than celebrate its end. 

“No,” You decide. 

You allow him to pull you in, pressing your lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss. You never thought Jack was the kind to savor something, but here you were. He’s slow with his movements, his fingers trailing over your curves and ridges like he’s trying to map your body. 

“You’re going too slow,” You complain, palming the front of his dress pants. You fit your hand on his bulge, rubbing over it until he lets out a moan. “Let’s speed things up.”

“I want to enjoy this,” Jack mumbles and you can barely hear him.

“You will,” You tell him, unzipping his pants and reaching into his boxers. You circle your hand around his dick, pumping him from base to tip, using his precum to make the glide smoother. 

“No,” Jack groans and tilts his head back. “I want to enjoy this.”

You pause your movements. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Jack bucks his hips up into your hand, your grip loose around him while you wait for him to explain. “You’re just so pretty when you’re mad at me.”

“Oh,” You breathe out. 

“And you’re mad at me all the time,” Jack whines. He pushes you against the wall of the elevator, leaning in to leave kisses along your neck. He sucks at the underside of your jaw, leaving a cool circle of saliva when he trails his lips lower. “Wanted to fuck you for so long now, Y/N.”

He presses his hips into your body, your hand still trapped in his pants. You remove it as his hands cover the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, you immediately circling your legs around his waist. He uses one hand to push his pants down, his belt clinking against the floor as the fabric pools around his feet. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and causing him to groan. Jack pulls your skirt up and moves your panties to the side, movements quick now that he admitted his secret to you.

He presses himself inside of you, feeding his cock into your tight, wet cunt. 

“Feels so good,” Jack whispers. “So tight, baby. So wet.”

“Fuck me, Jack,” You tell him, voice strong. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Gonna,” Jack agrees with a moan, rolling his hips sensually. 

Jack steps forward until he can hold you up against the wall and push one leg so your ankle rests on his shoulder. He turns and gives your ankle a kiss, then bows his head to watch himself enter you to a rhythm that only he knows. Jack moves like he’s drunk on the feeling of you, soft noises falling from his lips like he’s trying not to be too loud. You can almost feel the elevator shaking with his movements.

“Not gonna last,” Jack chokes out, clutching at your waist. 

“Gonna come in me?” You tease, nipping at Jack’s earlobe.

Jack lets out a high keen, his mouth falling open and his eyelids fluttering shut as your entrance flutters around him, causing him to come undone inside of you. His breaths come out as stuttered as his thrusts do, his come warm inside you and leaking out when he draws himself out of you. 

Jack keeps you pressed against the wall of the elevator, but lowers himself to his knees.

“Gonna clean you up,” Jack promises. Your thighs rest on his shoulders, your ankles crossed behind his back. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, kneading them. 

“J,” You whimper when Jack attaches his lips to your entrance. He moans against your hole, flicking his tongue against your hole like a dog drinking from a bowl of water. He nuzzles his face into your cunt and brings a hand around to rub your clit in quick circles.

“Y’look so good,” Jack praises, his eyes so big and blue from where they look up at you. “You gonna come? Gonna mix us together, give me something to really enjoy?”

“Oh,” You exclaim, your fingers lacing into Jack’s hair. Your hips buck against his face and he slips a finger into your hole, pushing it in and out of you and curling it as he laps at your clit. “Fuck, Jack, just like that.”

Miraculously, he listens to you and only intensifies his actions, pumping a second finger into you.

You choke on a wail as you come on his fingers, the climax causing your head to fall back against the wall of the elevator with force. Jack stifles a laugh, but continues to lick at your come (and his own) until you’re removing your hands from his hair and trying to get your feet back on solid ground.

“You know, I like you like this,” Jack teases, fixing your panties for you and moving your skirt back to its original position. He pulls his own pants up when he rises, tucking himself away and buckling his belt with his very talented fingers. “All fucked out.”

“If anything, I’m the one who fucked you,” You bite back. “You came first and you ate your own come out of me."

“Mmm, next time I’ll leave it inside of you,” Jack says with a short kiss to your neck, adjusting the collar of your blouse. His hand ghosts over your neck and he feels the way your breath hitches. “Maybe we should get to the office early one day and I’ll bend you over my desk. You’ll have to walk around all day, feeling my come drip out of you. You’ll be begging me to clean you up then.”

note: ugh office enemies is a trope that i need in my life. if i'm going to be a slave to the work force i am going to fuck my hot enemy jack hughes whenever i can!

Okay but >.> continuing my Marvel thoughts?

I got two of um?

First being? Don't Orange and Green go together? *looks it up* Aaaaaay~ "Direct harmony, also known as complementary colors, means pairing your key color with the color sitting on the opposite side of the color wheel." They DO!!! They're a classic example, in fact!

The Orange Soul Stone? Probably looks REAL good, real NATURAL even, against that Green sky! Bet it REALLY pops! Very stand out statement piece, you know? But? More importantly? That thing is sentient. All of those Pillars of Reality across the various Verses are.

And?

I bet it thought Pariah was a lil bitch.

Rank Vibes. Negative ris. Pick your words for it, the man was NASTY. He was too keep his filthy, filthy World's Conquering hands OFF of this Soul Stone. Something, I imagine? That ALL the Soul Stones agreed with.

Yes, I said all of um.

Because the various Realities each need their own. But! They can and DO work from the Zone, which is the PERFECT place to hide. And honestly? They like to get together and do this thing? Where they're all "oooh~ look at US! We are SUPER IMPRESSIVE Kingly Jewelry~☆! Definitely no important reality bending Rocks Of Great Power HERE! No SIR! We're just tooootally rad jeeeeewelryyyyy~~~☆! Oooooooh~☆"

They like to have fun. :3

Hope Danny likes Orange. Ha ha... trick question. He doesn't have a CHOICE! All SORTS of Death based Reality Pillars are rocking up, in their metaphorical Gucci sweat suits and shades with a margarita, going "oh thank ME, babe. The last guy was AWFUL! You're soooo much better? Now let me rub myself all over you. It's been ages and baby needs to recharge on Death Energy."

Danny hates it? So? So much?

He looks like a GAUDY PIRATE. *nnnnnnyooom!* *THWAP!* *Another reality shaking, highly sacred, Godly Staff of Death or whatever they decided to call it, flys in through a nearby window and nearly concusses him as it smacks itself against his upper back and sticks there*

He looks like a walking junk heap of sacred artifacts.

You ever been pelted by rocks? He has! Little orange rocks! Like fucked up hail! Welcome to kinghood, Danny, have a CONCUSSION! D:< he hates it!

But... but, I mean... At Least It's Not The SWORDS. (Panicked scream of "hit the deck!" from the other room.) (Holy sword number 15 wants to CUDDLE! Bare blade first! Dodge, your Majesty! DODGE!)

So yeah.

Danny? In A MOOD. Not feeling particularly FRIENDLY. It's not anyone's fault, really. But... well... you can't exactly negotiate with these fuckers, you know? Rocks are by NATURE, kinda stubborn.

So he's sitting there. Buried. With what he's pretty sure is a sacred text digging into his side. When a... glowing? Mist? Shows up? Huh. That's new. They don't seem to have a very clear image of "Self". Yet it's crystal clear? Just not... PHYSICAL? It's more... code? He thinks?

TECHNUS! Get over here! And behave!

There is much cooing and delight from Technus. The baby is a marvel. A wonder! Danny waits patiently for Technus to get to the point.

Ah.

He would like to "go back". His Obsession is demanding it.

IS it now? You're what? Maybe a day or so dead? You've been busy, if you've already gathered enough information to make your case like this. Alright, let's hear it, little guy.

It boils down to this. His obsession in death is the same as his primary directive was in life. Protect Mr Stark. Which is especially difficult to do from HERE. Even MORE so when there is a known threat, coming too...

WAIT, WHAT!?

The Souls Stones back him up. Oh yeah. Thanos' a lil bitchbaby loser. He's trying to make Death fall in love with him. Or "balance the universe". Depends on the reality. Totally throwing EVERYTHING out of whack.

And? Look. Danny's job? Isn't to interfere if countries kill each other. Or even planets. Nor entire galaxies, as much as he'd like too. But when you get too "I'm messing with Entire Realities or all of a Singular Reality at once in the specific depart of Death and its subsidiaries" territory? THAT is his job.

Might not be a "I personally have to show up" issue. But it still IS very much his job at that point. He has to delegate. Order the appropriate steps be taken. Cause yeah, there may be countless millions every day of such instances? But it IS his job to metaphorically order the roads repaired and the building inspected.

Sudden MASS "immigration"?

That causes Lair disputes. Confusion. Too many ghosts in too small an area. And WORSE, if people start playing with Death Pillars? The Zone might get dragged into whatever nonsense they're up too! It's like children playing with heavy machinery! Put that DOWN! Cease! Desist!!

And then? Clockwork shows up looking Mildly Miffed(TM). O:> dear lord. What madness has he stumbled upon? Oh. Oh of COURSE. First the "balancing" dude and now they're going to be playing with time travel. THATS IT. Someone unburying me!

I'm gonna go menace some humans that might actually believe I'm scary! Frighty! Pack up and shine your armor! Your coming too! We're escorting the baby home then have a Talk(tm) with the local Grape Ceral!

@hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @hdgnj

At it again, from another angle this time.

‘Old’ weapons. Or at least redundant, as a species traverses into space the new technology makes an old gun or even older sword/arrow/spear and so on useless and nearly powerless. The new weapons are ‘ray this’ and ‘beam that’ ‘plasma so and so’ .

Ofcourse this makes sense, the energy based weapons are far less wasteful and lighter, easier to carry and easier to handle. No need to sharpen weapons with a plasma blade and even then, why use close quarters weapons if you have access to stun, kill or poison rays and many more.

On top of that many civilisations prefer to forget their less then stellar past and make analog weapons obsolete. When the humans joined the council many expected them to do the same. They didn’t, production stopped yes, but interested people could still partake in lessons and the old fashioned ways were shown off in museums. Training to be part of a spaceship crew still included lessons in their old weapons as an opportunity to be prepared for going to “newer” worlds.

So with that in mind i have a few little vignettes ideas and for ease’ sake its gonna be on the same ship, the Serpentine.

Important crew:

Primoz, captain -Limoyh a four armed species-

Krag, second in command (brother of Primoz)

Kit, dokter -avian, bird like, she has feathers like a swallow-

Ortez, ASR (all species resources, human resources in space) -kiltak, insectoid species, think ants but exoskeleton-

Lugea, helmsperson (does the steering) -rock like alien-

Artex, engineer/mechanic 1 -also Kiltak-

And then our humans:

Kamari, navigator -Eritrean woman- (has cat named Sidra)

Markus, weapons expert (knows how to use them and upkeep, also shields) -Swedish man-

Petrus, mechanic/engineer 2 -Italian man-

Lilly, administrator/note keeper (learns languages for fun)-english woman-

Yes i know all of this could have also been accomplished by saying they are all from America… nope this is more fun. This is under the assumption that to get into the joint academy for space faring you need to be able to speak and write English.

Obviously there are more people on the ship but these are most important

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1. Sparring

Ortez was having a good day, the serpentine had left port and was making good progress toward their next destination on w-kl-18, referred to as deltax by it’s residents, for a routine drop off.

In port on Unity (the planet where the council resides and the universal court is) they picked up the final crew members among who a ‘team’ of humans. Pre bonded humans were supposed to be less chaos inducing and easier bonded with the rest of the crew. Ortez was rather happy the captain listened to him on this matter.

The humans had been more diverse than he expected and were currently what they called ‘settling in’. He was on his way to the rooms they had.

‘Stop it please we’ve been here less than 4 hours!’ The soft voice he recognises as Lilly’s is barely audible over the loud clanging sounds. Rounding the corner Ortez sees a terrifying scene. The two human males locked together with two sticks made of metal baring teeth at each other, with a push the olive skinned man, he remembers is called Petrus, breaks the hold and goes in low swiping at the tall mans legs making Markus fall over.

Ortez is about to intervene when without a sound the dark skinned leader of the group seemingly appears without a sound behind him and runs into the fray with a similar stick.

Whacking Petrus stick away from Markus’ throat she steps inbetween “stop it. You’re scaring our ASR. We want to make a good impression remember.” The men look right at him and both put down the sticks, Markus puts his hand up in a ‘wave’ “sorry about that, Ortez it was right? We were just sparring.’ Moving further into the room he uncurls his front two claws tapping at the metal poles “sparring with this? We usually only do body to body training, this seems rather old.” Petrus speaks up to that “ah yes those are old earth weapons, we like keeping up a bit of skill with several kinds as a side activity. Don’t worry tho, we train with blunt weapons.”

Not entirely appeased the insectoid looks to the imposing woman, who seems entirely at ease even though two people had been fighting. When she caught his eyes, she smiled that terrible toothy grin “truly don’t worry, like Petrus said they are blunt and it is a way for us to let of some steam and keep in shape. But next time we’ll do it in the training rooms… right boys?” Pinning the two men with withering stares they nodded quickly.

Ortez did not know humans released steam, but he felt right now was not the moment to go into that. Saying his goodbye he skittered to inform the captain.

This was bound to be interesting.

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2. “The Roman empire”

“So you are telling me that at any given moment you could be thinking about a several thousand years old society that no longer exists and it would surprise nobody?” Artex was perplexed, when he and Petrus were working on the reactor core Lilly had wandered through and mentioned this old civilisation sparking heated debate. She thought the greeks were far more interesting but Petrus had been unmoved by her arguments. The other man speaks while pushing some buttons “well yea, the empire made great strides and amazing structures, Lilly just prefers the mythos of the greek while i enjoy the focus on millitary prowess.” Shrugging he looks up “don’t you guys have something like that?” Artex stretches his legs, all 6 of them in a wave like motion “not really, when change happened the history books were changed to make it seem like it was always that way” the human makes eye contact “wait so how do you know how to play -old civilisation- as a kid? We play fought with wooden sticks, wooden swords and branches we cut to look like guns…” that horrofied the insectoid, raised with violence like it was a normal thing.

Almost like they never left their dark ages

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3. Whats in a name (bit off topic but the idea just kinda happened)

Te very first time the humans were introduced to their new crew there was a bit of a hiccup. When Kamari introduced herself they looked up a bit confused but went further down the row. After Lilly they came back around and referred to Kamari as moon. Now Kamari recognised the strange look, they had translators that only had basic human translation, which means that her name “Kamari” which comes from Arabic and is a word for moon/soft glow of the moon, is translated fully but not as name so when they speak to her it translates out of their language to English which would be moon. This is luckily easily fixed with an update, but it was something that stil spoke of how new the human race was to the cosmos.

Her cat Sidra made them laugh as that means Star so she was the moon with her star.

(Random thought about how multiple human languages could screw with translations)

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Soooooo kinda had a 4th story that is pretty sad but also bad ass, but this is getting too long already

Imma write that in a new post over the coming days

Hopefully people like this, if you have prompts you’d like to see with this crew feel free to ask.

what is THAT 😭

Between the Stitch event and the new birthday series, it looks like Disney’s swerving into promoting its classic animated franchises this year 🤔 It’s definitely a lot more… “in-your-face” than it has been in previous years (Yuu’s prophetic dreams aside). We so rarely got to see Disney characters’ faces outside of dreams and the G7 statues… Now we have paintings of Iago, Zazu, Jasmine, Aladdin, etc. (which is funny, because Aladdin and Jasmine were previously featured in a furniture item exclusively turned AWAY from the player’s camera so their faces couldn’t be seen).

TWST had always made Disney references and taken deep inspiration from Disney materials, but it always felt disconnected and like it was its own thing too. The references were there (most definitely in the world’s history), but not always so blatant. For example, players would make a game of finding mickey head shapes in Groovy illustrations (which is a fun easter egg!). Here is an example with a random card:

… Anyway, is it just me or does the M*ckey Mouse wand for Platinum Jackets look kinda goofy (like, even more goofy than the pies from the Birthday Jacket line) 😂 It’s like the boys literally waltzed into a Disney theme park and bought one at an absurd price to whack each other with for funsies…

Hi! If it's okay to request? nanbaka x reader

Reader as a sister of the Sugoroku brothers, Hajime and Hitoshi

Reader's a younger twin of Hajime Sugoroku, known for 'looks can kill but actually a cinnamon' type.

Reader's almost identical to Her twin, Hajime, (including baldness, if its okay to add this) but minus the scars, they always get confused by others, because they can't tell because of their appearance (the baldness) except Hitoshi and Hajime

Reader's personality is similar to Hitoshi, but has a healing/motherly vibes and more mellow, somewhat oblivious, can get overwhelmed or bashful when it comes to romance-related or being asked if she's single (which she is, yet replied something like this, 'I don't know about single but I'm always with my brothers' or any alike)

Hajime and Hitoshi are very protective of Reader (especially some guys decide to do a prank and/or reject Reader, for having unusual traits for a normal girl )

Can we have a scenario of, Reader as a sister of the Sugoroku brothers, you can change the scenes if you want

When After the Building 13's inmates (Rock, Uno, Nico, & Jyugo) first meet with Hitoshi

Hitoshi asked Jyugo if he can tell something to Hajime, which's Reader, his and Hajime's sister, will be working in the Nanbaka

Reader hired at the Nanbaka and she'll be new to her workplace, not as a guard, but as a staff, like a nurse, assistant, or others, as she, unknowingly, can do many talents or being well-rounded in various care work/task

With Rock, Uno, Nico, Jyugo, & Hajime, you can also add others in Building 13's. Can be Romantic and/or Platonic

-When Hitoshi first met the inmates of Cell 13, they were originally mad at Hajime, thinking he was being stingy for not telling them that he had a sister.

-They were then shocked to find out that Hitoshi was a cross dresser, but Hitoshi was the one with the information, “My big sister is starting here soon too- she’s going to be working in the clinic as a nurse!”

-Hajime’s eyelid twitched lightly, hearing this, as you hadn’t told him this! He was going to have a talk with both you and Hitoshi about keeping things from him.

-Cell 13 was excited to meet you, thinking you were going to be just as cute as Hitoshi, making fun of Hajime for looking like a gorilla, which caused him to leave lumps on all four of their heads.

-Hajime was taking Cell 13 to one of Nico’s appointments, as well as hoping you could give him something for his stomach cramps from his stress that the two of you were causing him.

-When they entered the clinic, they were quickly looking around for the new nurse as Hajime called out, “Y/N- you there?”

-A sweet voice, one that felt like a hug, called out, sounding so much like Hitoshi as you came from the back, holding a box of supplies.

-The four inmates all turned to stone, looking completely shocked, seeing that you looked exactly like Hajime, including having no hair, just with no scars and a slightly more female looking body.

-You beamed brightly at them, roses and bubbles surrounding you, “Hello there, welcome to the clinic!” it was honestly scary to see this Hajime look-alike smiling so sweetly as Hitoshi bounded over as you put the box down, leaping into your arms as you smiled, holding him close, “Hitoshi~ how’s your first day?”

-The four inmates could only look between you and Hajime, shock on their faces, seeing the big difference in personalities.

-They felt like they couldn’t be attracted to you, as you looked just like Hajime, that’s all they could see, was Hajime, but they did appreciate your gentle touch as you gave each of them a checkup, despite only Nico having an appointment, it was a nice change of pace.

-Rock couldn’t help but smirk at Hajime, “You know we might behave more if you were nicer to us like Y/N!” he was instantly whacked, holding a new lump on his head and you whacked Hajime, shocking the inmates, “Don’t hit others!”

-Instantly you were like an angel in their eyes, as you protected them from Hajime something they would use to their advantage, whining to you when Hajime was mean to them, as you would scold your older twin.

-It was during one of these visits when Uno asked you a question, honestly curious, “Hey Y/N~ may I ask~ are you single?” You were surprised by his question, cupping your cheeks, looking a bit embarrassed as you turned, looking so cute which Rock and the others all beamed at.

-You twiddled your fingers bashfully when you told them, “I haven’t had much luck with dating others. Most don’t like women who look like me, bald I mean, and I look pretty manly, so not many are interested, other than making fun of me.”

-The inmates turned to Hajime in shock, silently asking him if this was true, you were so nice! How could people be so mean to you?!

-Nico was quick to leap into your arms as Hajime told them about all your shitty exes who tried to treat you badly, who ended up getting their asses kicked, so because of it, you were pretty hesitant about dating, as you didn’t want to be bullied again.

-The others were quick to hug you as well, something Hajime yelled at them for, demanding them to let you go, as they wanted to keep you safe too- you were their safe person against Hajime, and you always treated them with kindness and respect. They wanted you to be protected and happy, so you would never leave, because if you did, Hajime would make them all feel the pain they have been cruising for, teasing him.

Sue me for this if you wish but I think Big World Big Adventures: The Movie wasn't actually as bad as everyone says it is and it's high time we gave it the appreciation it deserves, like it's a bit too overhated in my opinion. Maybe it's just my inability to be overly mean and aggressive abt pieces of media that line up with comfort interests but I genuinely don't get the hate towards the BWBA movie....like nothing was bad abt it in my own opinion? The songs were fire all the way through, the visuals are very pretty (the LIGHTING!!!), and I mean like Nia is there and how can you possibly hate anything that features Nia she CARRIES that movie so hard. I've seen some ppl say the movements are too much but like...it makes the engines far more expressive and I highly prefer them having a bit more movement to being entirely stiff because being stiff restricts their expressiveness even more, and tbh realism was left behind the second the cgi series made its debut (Ex: D51s were first produced in 1936 and yet Hiro was somehow the first engine on the island of Sodor) so I don't really look for realism too hard when it comes to TTTE because I mean...the trains talk and are fully sentient, and that's already grounds enough for me suspend my disbelief a TON.

Maybe it is just my Nia bias (AND YONG BAO IS THERE AT ONE POINT!!! Absolutely love him.) but I think BWBA is pretty good, it's one of my favorite TTTE movies. It's just really whack that half the fandom seems to hate or at least mildly dislike this movie, which was a huge shocker to me because I was happy stimming the ENTIRE time on my first watch. It was fun and colorful and expressive and thinking about how it introduced so many international machines to the lineup...like I physically cannot hate a movie that caters to my favorite thing EVER in shows with sentient machines (seeing the machines from other countries). I don't mind the fact that ppl dislike it at all (bc everyone's entitled to their own opinions and all that jazz) but it's more just I can't really find any negatives about it, the only character introduced in it that I dislike is the one they (assumedly) want you to dislike and even then I gotta admit his song slaps. To each their own in the end, I suppose, but the point I'm trying to make is that I think we gotta be at least a LITTLE bit nicer abt this movie. (And if anyone interacts w/ this post, please don't like. Start fights on it or anything. This post isn't mean to spark any discourse or aggression, it's just my personal thoughts that I'm sharing with the fandom because so far all of you that I've met are EXTREMELY kind and understanding and so I trust you all to be normal abt it.)

a candle burned by @coricomile

sidgeno (2017, explicit, 3.7k)

It's been a long week- it's been a long season, if Zhenya wants to be honest- and both of them are sharp and irritated. Zhenya's house is big, but he and Sid have always gravitated to one another in some way or another, and it feels like all they've done for weeks is talk hockey or argue. It sparks that nasty, mean place in Zhenya that wants to draw blood.

He'd known three things when he'd come to America: the Penguins needed him, English was a terrible language littered with improbable rules, and Sidney Crosby was a total whack job.

i LOVE the trope where character a is wound so tight he's about to crack, and the best way for him to get out of his own head is for character b to put him down and take him to pieces, and this delicious fic is an absolute top-notch example of it.

something very fun about this fic is it was written less than a month after the penguins won the 2017 stanley cup. the back-to-back was fresh, the victory celebrations were going strong, and the memories of the slogs of those series to get back to the cup hadn't faded yet. and that blue jackets series? whaaaaat a doozy. you can't blame sid for getting worked up and needing a little assistance in calming down.

there are a lot of little details in here that hint at a larger story, a more complex, established relationship, and the glimpses we get—the reference to when it's zhenya that needs this, sid being a terrible boyfriend but zhenya loving him anyway, the way the two of them slide into this like it's an old, familiar routine—are so tantalizing and excellently done.

zhenya's straightforward 'make you cry' sets the scene perfectly. he knows sid, so he knows what sid needs, so he's going to do it—simple as. and sid knows it too, which is why he doesn't put up a fight.

and frankly, why would he?

sid through zhenya's eyes as he falls to pieces is quite the pretty picture. @coricomile's descriptions are gorgeous, intimate and observant, the way a lover views the object of his affection in moments like these, and it's really something special to be in that POV and watch this happen. it's clear zhenya views this as a gift, and takes it seriously.

of course, he gets off on it too. they have a long-familiar relationship, it's clear, but they want each other, with a very real sensuality that can be so, so hard to caption honestly and authentically in fiction. that want bleeds through in every word, and makes this story exponentially sexier than just the smut would make it—and that's already hot as hell on its own.

this isn't the longest fic by any means, but as your read it, you'll be drawn in, immersed in their private life. take some time to get out of your own head with this one; you'll be glad you did!

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to leave a comment!

The next morning in the Domain comes with an exuberant awakening. “Link! My dearest friend!”

Sidon’s cheerful greeting has the unfortunate side effect of waking up not only Wild but most of the rest of the Chain as well. They’re lucky no one else is staying at the inn.

Wild doesn’t mind, but Four is shooting him a truly vile look that is all Blue. “Sidon! Let’s move outside so the others can continue sleeping.”

“Too late for that,” someone—who might be Legend under the pile of blankets—mutters.

Grabbing Sidon’s hand, Wild tows him from the room before anyone else considers murder before breakfast. Outside, the sun is just peaking above the hills, casting a warm rosy light across the blue stone. The water sparkles and Wild shades his eyes until he turns slightly.

Only then does he turn his attention fully to the prince. “Sidon! I missed you!” He holds up his arms and the zora sweeps him into a crushing hug.

“I’ve missed you too! Oh, Link, I’ve been so worried about you on this journey! It’s been so little time since you finished the last, and those boys…” Sidon clearly doesn’t want to speak ill of them, but his arms tighten around Wild. “Shall we go catch breakfast and talk?”

“Sure!” The champion doesn’t hop down and Sidon supports him to climb up on his shoulder. This close, the zora carries the unique sweetness of fish and freshwater. It’s not the same as actual fish, but he’s yet to find a closer comparison.

Sidon strides through the Domain, waving a greeting to the few zora who are up. Wild’s legs brace him on the prince’s shoulders, leaving him free to lean against his head. He’s careful to keep the tail free and can’t help but smile when Sidon’s excitement bleeds into a tail wag.

There are scars across the skin on his head and Wild has no urge to add to them with his nips. Really, he needs to explain to Sidon what Fierce Deity said before he Claims him again. The thought has him wrinkling his nose and pressing firmer against cool scales. He doesn’t want to give up Sidon.

The prince checks his grip before diving into the waterfall and swimming upward. Wild whoops as they leap clear of the top and continue. At the top of the second Sidon lets his legs absorb the impact before walking forward. Toto Lake, with its sunken structures, is one of their favorite places to swim and catch breakfast.

The water isn’t as deep as in the Domain, but the ruins add a fun challenge to swim through.

“Ready, my friend?”

“Always!”

They dive into the water and break away from each other. Fish dart through the ruins; an easy catch. Wild stuffs one between his teeth and whacks the other with a rock, then swims to the shore. Sidon pulls himself out a moment later with a fish of his own; he likely already caught and ate one.

Wild holds out the wiggling fish and the prince bites off its head before handing it back. He offers the second fish for the same treatment, then settles on the grass to eat. The zora are some of the few who don’t squawk about raw fish and eating things whole. Sure, they taste good cooked, but it doesn’t beat fresh caught fish. Certainly not eaten in the early morning with his friend.

Sidon steals little glances at him before giving in. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Link. How are things going with the group?”

“Better, actually.” He pauses to rip out another chunk of fish and chew. “Yeah, better. We had some bumps”—the situation with Sky comes to mind—”but some good changes, too. Did you know that Time has a mask with a deity in it?”

“Oh? Does he?” The prince manages polite interest—barely. Fish bones crack between his teeth when he takes a bite.

“Yeah! Fierce Deity! I wish you could meet him; he’s so cool! He’s like me.”

“Amazing?”

Wild blushes and looks down at his half-eaten fish. “I don’t think amazing is the word for it.”

“Link.” Sidon puts his fish down and turns to Wild, guiding his face to look up at him. “You are my most cherished friend. Anyone who doesn’t treat you with respect and kindness doesn’t deserve to be around you or counted in your opinion of yourself. It doesn’t matter what people say about you, because they are strangers. They don’t know you like I do.”

His cheeks are burning and he can’t keep eye contact. “You’re the only one who likes me.”

Sidon’s laugh is light and airy for his size. He laughs like his sister, even if Wild doesn’t remember how he knows this. “That’s not true and you know it.” He bops the champion on the nose, then picks up his fish. “You have Zelda and Riju. The Rito, yes? Beedle? The stablemasters? I’ve heard you mention many people who cherish you.”

“Fine,” Wild whines good-naturedly, and goes back to his fish. “Maybe you have a point.”

“Of course I do.”

They both work on their fish. Wild hands the remains of his first to Sidon, who happily eats the parts he doesn’t prefer. It’s as he’s working on the second fish that the prince starts again.

“So, this Fierce…Deity. Tell me more.”

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Can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Hmmmm let's see... I'll do top five. Generally I like ALL the fics that I've written (I wouldn't post something I didn't like, tbh)(even though some have been started and then completely abandoned RIP sorry to them) so it's kinda difficult to rank them, but here's my best whack at it:

Summer Rain- I really enjoy writing this fic. I love the massive cast and all the little storylines happening all at once. I know it's kinda on hiatus at the moment but I really do look forward to when I get back to writing it because I love thinking about how everything will eventually coalesce into the climax. Dropping off on cliffhangers is also a special indulgence of mine, even if it makes people angry 😈I started this one based off of an OLD original story idea i had once upon a time. I realized that it had a better chance of getting written if it was a daisuga fic, so here it is! Though it definitely went completely off the rails from the original plan.... (in a good way)

and the Emi goes to...- The DaiSuga dynamic in this one is probably one of my favorites. At this point everyone should know I LOVE slow burns and this one takes its sweet ass time. And as someone who hates the idea of being a parent myself, it's nice being able to live vicariously through the characters to get my fill of parenthood without ever having to have a kid lmao. My inspiration was "I want to write a single parent AU" and poof, there it was.

Let it Ride- Man I don't even know what it is about this fic but I adore it. I think Daisuga's relationship in it is just so... 😘👌 The childhood best friends who know everything about each other and are willing do to ANYTHING for one another, even give up the opportunity of a lifetime... just the sentiment of loving someone so much that you'd be happy struggling with them really takes me out, you know? It's about love but it's about like, too. They LIKE each other so much, what a pair! I got the idea to write it because I LOVE fake relationship AUs and I LOVE LOVE when the stakes are set at the highest setting, AKA Marriage.

Hard Times- Another fake dating AU because as previously mentioned I LOVE them. This one just checks so many boxes for me. Revenge? Crime? Sex? Comedy? Drama? More revenge? Closure? Catholicism? Sign me up! (as the writer I think I'm automatically signed up, but ya know.) I had a lot of fun writing it. And Radish made beautiful art for it so really, what's not to like? I don't remember what inspired it... I think I just wanted to write another fake dating scenario with a funny meet cute.

Open Tab- I feel like I'm obligated to put Open Tab on any list when it comes to my writing because it's the OG, ya know? It's the first fic that got me deep into the Haikyuu fandom and I gotta appreciate it for that reason alone. We've been through a lot together, me and good ol OT. The only hate mail I ever got was on Open Tab. The thrill of it all... I had so much fun writing it. And while right now it's definitely a bit of a pain in my ass, trying to get the motivation to continue it, I can't erase all the good times we had together. I owe it a lot! Someday it will finally be over and I'm both dreading and looking forward to that day. My inspiration was alcoholism. Drink responsibly, kids.

Happy one year anniversary to the relaunch of Wicked’s Rest! It’s been such a fun, amazing year so far, and we’re so glad all of you here today were willing to take this leap with us and embrace it so enthusiastically! You guys are what make this place as special as it is and we wanted to celebrate you and all the characters you’ve created with a “Founding Day Celebration” in Wicked’s Rest. We have IC and OOC love to share with you all and we hope you join us in the fun.

The time has come once more for the annual Wicked’s Rest Founding Day Celebration! No one's really sure which Founding it's celebrating or who the supposed founders were but everyone's always down for a party. All kinds of activities are popping up around town but most of the action is by the Common.

Food trucks are parked all around the Common and plenty of picnics and outdoor games have popped up. The Peascake Factory has gone all out and brought two trucks. There's plenty of shrimp themed offerings across the board at multiple stands for some reason.

Viva Piñata irl lives on! The piñata's spotted earlier in the week have come out in full force and have been seen gathering together, as if plotting someone's demise. The cute, colorful piñatas have become animated and are hopping around town. Some people are ecstatic to chase them, whack them open, and get all the goodies inside. Others not so much. They might explode all on their own, too, and they aren’t all filled with candy.

There's, of course, plenty of Mysterious Leg merchandise on sale, including miniature replicas of the leg in every color. Someone even made plushies.

Club Cryptid has set up a booth nearby. They have photos of cryptid spottings from around town and are looking for help identifying and naming new ones. They're also offering starter kits for anyone who wants to come join and help them uncover the truth.

Mimes are out and about offering miming lessons. At least that's what we think they're offering. It's so hard to tell with them. Wait, did one just hinge open at the waist? Maybe it's contortionist lessons...

One of the local cults is handing out fliers declaring that Founding Day refers to the day that the the one who slumbers came to rest in this wicked place. Most of the fliers have ended up crumpled in the trash but maybe there's more to it…

As the sun sets, Resters make their way to the Whye River to send off their paper lanterns floating to the sea. During the day, there are stations to decorate them and it has become a town tradition to send off a lantern. Some people send off a hope or a wish for the next year. Others share their fondest memories from the year, hoping that the joy is spread. Some even send messages to lost loved ones with the hope that their lantern guides their way home. 

Share your lantern message with an ask to the main! They can be IC or OOC (though it might be good to indicate which) and they can be anonymous or not! Share any memes or memories you've had IC or OOC and anything else from the last year you want to remember

The residents of Wicked’s Rest are what make the town what it is. Sure, they can be a little unusual or off-beat, but that’s what gives the town its charm. Most of the time, Resters accept it for what it is, but there’s one person who wants to know what makes this town tick. Lavinia Cross is on a mission to map the town’s residents and won’t stop until she gets the scoop from each and every person she can. 

We threw together a little interview for you to fill out and post in character! You can copy the lead-in text if you like (and even edit it a bit to better suit your needs!!) and post it along with the interview itself! Just make sure you’re answering in character, using both action and dialogue (just like the lead-in!) And of course, this is totally optional!

Interview Prompt: 

You were stopped while out and about one day by a woman dressed in clothes that felt inspired by one of those old noir detective films. She asked if you had a few moments to speak to her about recent goings-on in town. You could decline the interview, but your interest was piqued. Did she know something you didn’t? Only one way to find out.

Lavinia Cross introduced herself with a beaming smile, preemptively thanking you for your time. She then peered over the rim of her red cat-eye glasses at you, squinting thoughtfully as she tapped the end of her pen against her lips. “Darling,” she barked in a transatlantic accent fit for the old-timey screen, “I’m going to need you to be brutally honest with me, here. It’s for the greater good! Don’t worry about sounding silly. I’ve heard sillier.” She threw a wink your way and lowered her pen to the notebook in her hand, sucking in a sharp breath before launching into her first question.

“How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?” Oh. It was a question about you. Maybe she needed to establish a baseline, first? Well, that was fine. Onward with the interview!

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Question 1: If you’re not a lifetime local, what brought you to Wicked’s Rest? 

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: If there was one thing you could change about our town, what would it be and why? 

Answer **in character** here! etc...

Question 3: What do you think caused the formation of the Serpent's Flat? 

Question 4: What do you think happened to Jedidiah Hodge Sr.? 

Question 5: Have you heard of the Good Neighbors? Do you believe their claims that the Flat and the Null Impact Crater have something to do with the skyquakes and disappearances? 

Question 6: Have you touched the Leg?

Question 7: Will you touch the Leg?

Question 8: Where do you think the sinkholes go?

Question 9: What’s your opinion on the booming stray dog population in town? 

Question 10: Are you afraid of the fog?

No celebration would be complete without a soundtrack to go with it! To get the party started, we put together a playlist full of songs that make us think of our favorite town and the place you’ve helped create with us. But we can’t do it alone! We’re sharing the playlist and asking you all to collaborate with us. Add the songs that make you think of Wicked’s Rest and get you in the mood to write so we can enjoy the vibes together! 

You can find a link in our discord in the #wickeds-content channel!

NOTE: Please be conscious of triggers when adding songs to the playlist. We know it’s not our typical media so we figured it was worth a reminder. If in doubt, leave it out or send a modmail to check!

It occurs to me that we never saw kris or suzy in the epilogue (though I think the latter was mentioned once? Idk). Did uh… are they doing decently?

// the darkworld arc had been abandoned/retconned. while there IS a UT-universe version of Kris and Susie (assuming Frisk isn't Kris in UT, tho Kris is still very much their own person regardless) in AFR, we will only know Susie in the redraw. (again... assuming UT Susie is Suzy and not a sister like the catty and catti situation.)

x-x we just know too little about DR we don't even know how the universes mirror each other and the timelines are all WHACK. its a nightmare to write for or even theorize about. i esp dont wanna think about how they'd change in the time skips of AFR.

anyway in the redraw we'll see a LOT more of Susie as Frisk's whole journey is about befriending her. i didn't add her and MK into the epilogue because we need a proper foundation that the redraw will provide. at that point, my Susie would diverge from canon Suzy heavily as her story would be quite different.

uh. speaking of that arc...

So. My original plan for the rewrite was for Gaster and Riverperson to have worked together in the prime timeline. then gaster got yeeted from time, leaving his work behind. Then, Chara would run away to the underground looking for a purpose and an escape from Asriel's BS and the island. (though, thinking on it, logically Mt.Ebott wouldn't be on monsterland... as that's exiled from humanity. so idk about that anyway)

Anyway exploring true lab Chara accidently uncovers an artificial darkworld and gets stuck as a ghostly narrator again, this time as a cherub with Feylow. Frisk, Susie and MK would be the party and they'd have to make their way home together. I've heavily considered this portion being a fangame-only material, for better play-value.

but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

ughhhhhhhh.

ugghghh.... gaster.

The story itself can keep gaster to a bare minimum. The guy is scattered across time. he's not directly involved at all. at most we know he did SOMETHING to chara in the prime timeline with their soul and now things are on the fritz (what caused this AU) up until fake DW, where they're possessed again.

(˘･_･˘)

I just don't want to play with DR canon at all anymore. darkworlds are inherently going to tie into that. and granted, in UT canon there's entry #17 that implies a growing darkness... it's not a stretch that Gaster could of done this. And he DID have a DT extractor, and the timeline is vague but the similar wording (and how old the core is) could imply he was around Chara's time. None of this is a stretch

buuuut working with Darkworld, even if it's a fake one, is too close to DR canon and we just don't know much yet. when i first did the darkworld, i thought it'd be a fun excursion into the same chapter 1 area... but i got too into the improv and imagination side of things without understanding the original at all. (and bad improv) it didn't really hit me that DR was it's own game and lore until Chapter 2, and I realized just how early on we are into that game's story.

I just... I can work with what I've got, I can avoid DR canon as much as I can but ultimately, I'm working with 2/7ths worth of puzzle pieces.

I don't wanna do any of this. Gaster used to be a "free for all" in the fandom to do whatever timeline/lore thing you wanted to pull of cause he was free real-estate. but now DR is treating him more and more as a character and I don't wanna touch the guy as he's going to be jossing the story.

idk what to do in all honesty. The darkworld portion IS important, Chara goes through major character development that the Continue Arc is built on. But I've been struggling with Feylow as a concept, and well, this. what the hell am I going to do.

Blue Ain't Your Color

George Weasley x ________ just fluffy things i guess

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____ was sitting with her best friend on the steps of the shop after hours George and his girlfriend broke up a week ago and she had been harassing him non stop and he has been down hes been plastering a smile on his face acting like hes fine but ____, ____ could tell he was miserable having to grovel with Angelina to leave him alone. Ginny and Fred decided to take him to a muggle karaoke bar that ____ frequented, the group was a few drinks in she broke away from the crowd paying the machine grabbing the mic choosing the song the song started playing as she walked up to the group her white body con dress bringing the mic to her lips “i can see you over there staring at your drink watchin’ that ice sink all alone tonight” she started George’s head snapped to her Ginny’s mouth fell to the ground never having heard her sing before out of their seven year friendship, and surviving a war together. Fred gave her a small smile giving her a slight nod knowing how they felt about each other he thought that George and ____ were both blind and in denial. After all its not just a river that theyve been too in Egypt. George was already there when it came to ____ Fred believed that George? He was just too shy to show it he glanced to his twin who was staring right at ____ as she continued to sing to him. Out of every single person in the crowded bar. She was singing to George.

“and chances are youre sittin’ here in this bar ‘cause she Ain’t treatin’ you right” she stopped right in front of him holding her hand out for him George looked at her hand then back up at her face. Her eyes softened at him as she waited for him to take her hand. _____ knew that he was hurting and that his wings were damaged but she wanted to give him that push he needed to fly again. It was killing her seeing him so low and so sad. ‘Cmon George arent you going to tell me what happened between you and Angie? You always tell me everything’ ____ put a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘its nothing important Lady’ George gave her a sad smile ‘im just done with it. Its not worth the hurt anymore’ he continued ‘you ever going to stop calling me Ladybug?’ ___ said frustratedly ‘you ever going to stop being afraid of Ladybugs?’ He shot back ‘OH SHUT UP YOU PRATT!’ ___ whacked his shoulder laughing the first good laugh George had all week he looked at her biting his lip ‘you always knew how to make me feel better when im feeling down ____. Even if you gave me the space i needed to let my relationship grow.. you didnt push you let me figure out my emotions you read social ques and you just made everything so easy. Its always easy with you’ he whispered the last part ‘its easy because i knew you and you knew me since we were in nappies. Our mums are best friends they always said me you and Freddie were jointed at the hip’ ___ smiled at him George gulped down shaking his head again looking at her palm then back up at her the sparkle in her eye he noticed right away its the sparkle she got when she looked at him and only him George’s heart sped up at the thought

 “well its probably not my place but im going to say it anyway ‘cause you look like you havent felt the fire had a little fun hadnt had a smile in a while baby” she sung waiting for his hand slowly he smiled softly at the beautiful girl in front of him Fred looked at her face as she looked at him it was so full of love and kindness he smiled and shook his head at his brother he looked at George and rolled his eyes “you idiot.” Fred whispered before he nudged George with his elbow “dance. Shes asking you to dance with her.” Fred rolled his eyes George glared at Fred “shut up” George said to his twin as he grabbed ____ hand allowing her to pull him up and into the middle of the dance floor he stared deep into her face studying every square inch of her face trying to memorize this moment ____ bit her lip as she put his hand on her hip the hand not holding the mic around his neck slowly rocking back and fourth keeping the mic close to her lips delivering the next line in the song “blue looks good on the sky. Looks good on that neon buzzin on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes” she sung as he brought his other hand to her hip George couldnt help but notice how this… this moment. Him and her together on this dance floor. Just felt right. It felt like the world was slowing down. The crowd that was cheering her on as she sang was getting softer and softer as he started to lead her in the dance he sighed out fluttering his eyes closed, fingers slightlu digging into ladybugs skin… his Ladybug… pulling her closer to him she smiled at the gesture butterflies filling her stomach dancing here. With the bestfriend she was crushing on since third year ‘i really dont feel like going out tonight Fred, Gin. I just want to stay home and finish doing inventory. The shop needs to get this stuff done’ George protested ‘I’ve already done all the inventory and catalogued all products that need to be restocked and created. You and Fred have a to do list to for fill tomorrow morning and over the weekend curtsey of Ginny and i’ ___ smirked ‘you have no excuse. You are getting dressed. And coming with us no ands ifs or buts about it George Fabian Weasley!’ Ginny scolded him ‘has anyone told you that you sound like mum when you yell?’ George smirked at his favorite sibling she pulled out her wand ‘you want to say that again George?’ She said lowly ‘you wouldnt dare’ he said smiling ‘try me’ he smirked at the memory when ____’s voice pulled him out of his memories again

“im tellin’ you you dont need that girl, its so black and white shes stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she looked deeply in his eyes trying to tell him exactly how she felt about him without actually having to say a word Fred leaned into Ginny ‘ten galleons’ he whispered ‘nah. Its going to happen after her birthday theres no way he’s going to jump right in’ Ginny crossed her arms over her chest ‘youre wrong little sister’ Fred chuckled looking back at ____ and George ‘he’s been in love with her since we were six’ Fred huffed ‘i have no idea what he was thinking dating Angelina so long’ Fred added ‘probably didnt want the dynamic to change. Scared of losing her’ Ginny commented looking to her Older brother and then to the dance floor again ‘besides. Im sure mum wins this one. She called it from the start’ Ginny shook her head. George breathed out pulling her body closer to his as they swayed in each others arms he brought his head down to hers as he listened to her sing to him. He thought back through everything how she had comforted him listened to him rant she’d just sit there and listen she didnt say anything she gave him that shoulder to lean and cry on constantly his eyebrows furrowed as he thought back to everything. For as long as he could remember its been ____ and George. George and ____. She was the one who helped him fix things with his girlfriend for years how she wanted him to be happy… things finally started to click into place for him everything shes ever done wasnt because she was happy for him it was because she wanted him to be happy even if it wasnt with her he shut his eyes furrowing his brows “I'm not tryna Be another justPick you upKinda guyTryna drink you upTryna take you home” she paused cupping his cheek in her hand making him snap his eyes open again she looked at him like he was the only man in the world. The way she was looking at him in this moment caused Georges mouth to run dry and his heart to stop the nerves and butterflies he felt when he realized that this is how she had always looked at him she had always looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only man she saw. ‘Hey you look dashing’ she walked into the room as he and Fred got ready for ule ball she straightened Georges tie before going to Fred ‘ready?’ She smiled up at Fred glancing back to George ‘Angelina is a lucky girl.’___ commented with a small frown ‘you look beautiful ____’ Fred said as he put the corsage on her hand she pinned his rose to his dress robe jacket George mentally cursed himself for not seeing the hurt in her eyes as the three of them walked out he slightly gripped her hips more dancing a little more enthusiastic as he looked into her beautiful eyes. He bit his lip leaning closer to her noses butting up against each other. He looked into her eyes… his chocolate orbs looking into her ____ ones. The eyes he could stare into for hours and get lost in them she hoped that this song could get him to understand what shes been trying to tell him not knowing he finally understood he understood everything ‘there it is Gin’ Fred commented ‘he finally figured it out for himself’ Fred smirked ‘yeah but that doesnt mean that hes going to do anything about it!’ Ginny whisper yelled to Fred ‘oh come on. Have a little more faith in George’ Fred rolled his eyes again 

“but i don’t understand how another woman can take your sun and turn it ice cold” she sung to him staring straight into his eyes his brown eyes staring back at her as he grabbed her hand and spun her out and back to him intertwining the hands as they danced free hand on her hip much like when they danced together at yule ball only now it wasnt platonic. Not for him. Not anymore. He softly smiled at her placing a small chaste kiss on her head right where her hairline began as they danced together ‘hey hey hey!’ ____ yelled ‘TOO FAR! George shes your girlfriend youre out of line!’ ____ yelled at George after he had yelled at Angelina ‘she was just trying to get you better your hip is broken. And you need the PT!’ ____ yelled again ‘YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE IMMEDIATELY’ ____ stared him down ‘i know youre in pain but you dont get to take it out on her get your ass out of fucking bed and do your fucking PT.’ She scolded ‘i did not take a wall to the back of my head to save Fred just to let you lose your ability to walk’ she muttered as he stared at her blankly for defending his girlfriend ‘thank you ____’ Angelina said while taking the other side helping George walk _____ has always been fearless, George thought to himself spinning her again effortlessly “well, i think ive had enough to drink and its makin’ me think i just might tell you if i was a painter id paint you bright” she sang with gravel in her voice as he dipped her bringing her back up tighter to him swaying again small smile playing at his lips he flushed red as she cupped his face brushing her thumb over his chapped lips catching a tear that shed out of his eye he looked at her with the same amount of adoration she was looking at him with he nuzzled his face into her free hand looking at her trying to communicate what he wanted to say to her through his eyes like how she was with him their entire lives as he danced with her “baby blue looks good on the sky… looks good on that neon buzzing on the wall but darlin’ it dont match your eyes”

she smiled softly at him his breath caught in his throat ‘are you sleeping with ____’ she asked hands on her hips george was taken aback ‘youre crazy shes my best friend theirs nothing going on between me and ____’ he laughed ludicrously ‘do you think im stupid George i see the way you look at her!’ ‘And how do i look at her tell me love seriously youre over reacting!’ ‘You look at her like shes the most important thing in the world youve NEVER looked at me like that and im your girlfriend George!’ She yelled ‘yeah. While youre running around with Blaise Zabini!’ He finally yelled at her ‘YOU THINK I DIDNT KNOW! HES BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE FOURTH AND I SIT BACK AND GRIT MY TEETH CAUSE YOU SAY ITS NOTHING! I RESPECT YOUR FRIENDSHIPS BUT SUDDENLY MINE IS A PROBLEM!’ He yelled ‘suddenly?!? Suddenly?!? Shes always been a problem shes always wanted you!’ She yelled at him chest heaving trying to catch her breath ‘me or her.’ she said crossing her arms over her chest ‘im not doing this with you love’ he mimicked her stance ‘how long have you been sleeping with Blaise’ he shifted his weight on the balls of his feet ‘you came home last week. With his cologne all over you. And a hickey on your ribs. A hand print on your ass. How long have you been cheating on me Ange. I know. So might as well just out with it. You get rid of him then we’ll talk.’ He asked calmly ‘her. Or. Me. Whats it going to be im not doing shit George. Not until that slut is out of your life’ he pinched his head in frustration he laughed a frustrated laugh ‘her.’ Her jaw dropped ‘her because youve already chose him. Now pack your shit and get. Out. Of. My. Flat’ ‘you dont mean that George’ it was her turn to laugh as he flicked his wand her clothes packing itself into a bag ‘i want you out of my flat. Now.’ He re iterated ‘you’re seriously choosing that skank over me!’ She yelled ‘___ never cheated on me. You did. This is the third time ive caught you cheating im done. DONE.’ He yelled ‘I never touched _____. Youve touched Blaise.’ George walked into his room dropping her bag outside the door and locked his door with magic “im telling you you dont need that girl its so black and white she’s stealing your thunder baby blue aint your color” she brought her nose to his shaking the memory from his head as his hand pulled her hips flush to his as she sang the chorus again “youre amazing ____” he whispered her eyes widened at the softness in his voice. A voice he’s only ever used with his girlfriend before blush creeping to her cheeks “im sorry… im sorry for everything Ladybug… i…. I understand now. I understand it I understand you” he said softly pulling her body closer to his he bit his lip “could you ever forgive me? Im so dumb” he whispered in her ear spinning her again she smiled at him

“Blue aint your color mmmm, mmm no baby come here baby let me light up your world Baby blue aint your color, blue aint your color, blue aint your color” she wrapped the mic arm around his neck foreheads together as her hand came to the back of his neck “theres that smile… that real smile…” she whispered to him “you should wear it more. Its beautiful” she felt his arms tighten again she turned slightly giving the mic away turning her attention back to him “youre beautiful.” He said she wrapped her arm around his neck again foreheads still touching his hot breath on her face “you’re beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, romantic, kind, and caring. All those love letters you helped me write. The advice you gave me for her. Keeping us together for so long. Those cheesy poems you wrote. They werent really for her were they? They were for me. You wrote them for me. Youre in love with me arent you?” Her breath caught in her throat “wipe that scared look off your face because” he breathed out opting to kiss her instead his lips brushed against hers softly when she didnt pull away he placed them fully on hers “i love you ____” he whispered against her lips “Finally” _____ whispered kissing him back “lets go home baby” George whispered into her lips again leading her out of the bar 

Fred smirked at Ginny. "you owe me ten galleons" he laughed watching ____ and his brother leave the bar "shut your face you arse" Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed him the galleons "thank you" Fred smirked

Chapter 1.1 Notes:

Man this chapter was so long despite like. Almost nothing happening in it lol.

wtf i cant believe we have an entire pov (sub)chapter about flynn insane

man norein (i feel like localisation would put it as norraine or noraine) and finath are such whack names 

i still think its funny if yuri can’t read (he can at least read the letters on the wanted poster, but he does give flynn’s letter to estelle to read that one time, and the coliseum challenge letters) but yeah its canon yuri can read 😔

huh wtf is this sudden attack and we get to see flynn inner thoughts on yuri???

the yuri’s OUR SWORD meme returns. love it

if this is how yuri and flynn co-own a sword i can’t wait to see how they act around repede (this never happens in the ln.) (FLYNN ITS MY TURN TO CUDDLE WITH THE DOG) (NO SHUT UP GO AWAY I THOUGHT YOU HATED HIM) (I NEVER SAID I DID) (YOU DID TOO) (I DID NOT)

yuri besmirching ages old techniques even as he learns them never gets old 😔yuri is that guy who goes to lab in a fighting game and comes out learning sick infinite tech combos that can’t be dropped

the narration: if this continued, it was likely that they would murder each other.

everything changed with a single book: why did they have to put it like that man

oh if only this was a fanfic this would have turned out so differently

So when Yuri says his swordsmanship is self-taught what he really meant is Flynn taught

oh my god. i can see it coming. yuri is going to ask to be taught letters so he can read the goddamn book. bruh.

edit: yeah it happened

also flynn pov! very nice. can see he wants to murder yuri but is holding back just a smidge. 

gotta love how flynn has a whole sad monologue about his dead dad and his mixed feelings about his martyrdom and yuri just KYs his way into existence.

oh i see! so flynn. has learnt to restrain himself from young. because of yuri. the reason he has so much self-control is because he practised it in order not to beat the shit out of yuri at first sight. it all makes sense now. 

ok so fun fact. 秘奥義 is mystic artes. but 奥義 is arcane artes, which is how yuri refers to what is ‘hidden’ in flynn’s book. and his ‘learn even more amazing techniques’ moment he says 技 which is strike arte. but technically since they’re talking about (supposedly) techniques that can be used without blastia, defaulting to the phrase techniques shld be fine. b4 u ask. no katakana reading above the kanji either.

flynn acknowledging that him and yuri are friends and getting embarrassed is so cute. icy cold (raging) baby melting a little inside. 

jiri thinking yuri is thinking up another river escapade (somewhat true knowing his read books -> beat up people/monsters pipeline) interrogating yuri until he cracked is so funny

jiri doing a tails get trolled at yuri wanting to study is so funny

hanks, sensing an opportunity to be had is also funny

man. i really REALLY can’t wait for the moment where yuri is all like. rip to your mother but i would have eaten that medicine. and flynn beats him up (i have no idea whether this actually happens)

ok so holy shit. we learn that flynn’s mother has either a TON of pride or is super depressed from having lost her husband that she would prefer to starve to death. now i really can’t wait for yuri’s rip to your mother moment /j

ok thats cute so yuri is writing his name aka ‘yuri lowell’ on his slate

oh yeah and the norein name stays to make stuff easier to find. i sleep until official gives us something (which is never) but in my mind know that she is noraine (no rain... ok maybe there is a point to be matter in staying with norein)

Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 20 Review

Originally posted on October 30th, 2015

Conflating anime with wrestling is, unsurprisingly, an amazing decision.

“Namekimania 2011” is my favorite episode of Dragonball Z: Abridged, and it is my favorite for very good reasons: the episode is packed to the brim with great jokes, Team Four Star experiments with their approach to adaptation in it, and it even manages to find time to focus on the heroism and honor that are the crux of the source material.

In fact, “Namekimania” is so good that I could just list off all the great lines from the episode and end the review here. But I’m not gonna do that, because that’s no fun (though the strays are loaded with quotes this week because I have no self-control).

Let’s start with the key joke/device of this episode. “Namekimania 2011” has Team Four Star making the bold decision to reframe a somewhat inconsequential fight between Vegeta and Recoome (played by Ganxingba delightfully mimicking the staged charisma of a professional wrestler) as a live televised pro wrestling match.

And it works wonderfully, because Team Four Star commits fully to this device, incorporating an audience track of cheering and booing, having Jeice and Burter serve as announcers/commentators, and giving us “recaps” of what we’ve missed on the few times they cut away to other characters.

The “anime fight as pro wrestling” device also works extraordinarily well because it captures the ridiculousness of both of the mediums. Fights in anime are generally ridiculous affairs, with characters breaking the laws of physics and rules of the established universe very frequently, coupled with over the top blood, screams, and emotions. Wrestling similarly is over the top, with heroes and villains appearing as ridiculous caricatures, as well as allowing the wrestlers to clearly and blatantly disregard the rules in order to get an audience response.

When combined, the ridiculousness from both mediums complement each other, with the unreasonable action and caricatured fighters blending seamlessly, and it’s especially fun to see how the live commentary of Jeice and Burter serves to enhance the thrill of the fight itself.

“Namekimania” also finds time to embrace the hyperemotionalism of anime (its other extreme) in two scenes. The first is Gohan’s speech, as he walks slowly towards Recoome, broken and battered, that he is the son of Son Goku, the one man who can kick Recoome’s ass, and the second is the scene where Goku steps out of the spaceship, which pairs an 80’s rock song with a series of slow clips showing him gradually exiting the spaceship. With that scene, we know something is coming, and some serious shit is about to go down.

Rating: 5/5

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Stray Observations

Recoome’s introduction speech is the greatest thing ever, and I will fight you if you say otherwise.

Gohan: “Who are you talking to?” Burter: “The audience.” Jeice: “We’re doin’ commentary, mate.”

Recoome: “Because the name’s Recoome. And it rhymes with doom. And you’re gonna be hurtin’, ALL…TOO…SOON!”

Recoome: “Silly Vegeta. The only thing Recoome sells, is merchandise!���

Spokesperson: “Spacey’s. It’s good food. In spaaace.”

Krillin: “Hey, Gohan, look! He picked Vegeta, like a…” Gohan: “Like a Vegetable, yeah.”

Krillin Owned: And we’re up to 12 with a lovely Recoome Kick.

Krillin: “Seems he threw my nervous system out of whack there. Can’t quite feel the pain. There it is. Owwwwww.”

“I’ll keep you safe” with DMC?

I had a Dadgil idea for this originally and then my ape brain thought "YOUNG SPARDA TWINS YOUNG SPARDA TWINS" so here are Vergil and Dante before everything went to hell for them

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Vergil hopped up onto a chair, swinging his fake sword at the tower of blocks he’d built. He challenged himself to use the method his father had shown him, opting for quick, precise strikes.

He managed to knock away three of his five intended block targets before the tower collapsed to the floor. He scowled a little and jumped back down.

He set the sword down and knelt before the pile of blocks, gathering them all up. He patiently rebuilt his tower, mentally marking which five blocks he’d aim at this time.

He set the last block down, pleased with how the tower came out this time. He’d get it right this time for sure.

Vergil moved to stand up, but before he could, the tower exploded out at him, blocks striking his body. He hastily shielded his face, ducking his head as the blocks pelted him.

When they stopped, he slowly lifted his head, looking at the mess his tower had become. He dragged his gaze up to his grinning twin.

“Oops,” Dante said.

“You’re so annoying!” Vergil snapped, grabbing his sword and swinging it at Dante.

Dante blocked the blow with his own sword. The twins began to battle, occasionally managing to get a hard whack in on each other that would surely leave bruises.

“Dante! Vergil!”

They winced, looking up at the open doorway their mother stood in. She had that upset expression she always got when they fought. Vergil lowered his sword in shame.

Dante kicked guiltily at the blocks. “We were just playin’, mom.”

“You were fighting again!” she said, coming into the room and snatching the swords from their hands. “I hate it when you two do that. You always hurt each other.”

Vergil hung his head. “It was Dante’s fault. I wasn’t bothering him. I was just playing by myself, mom.”

She put her hands on her hips. “He upset you?”

Vergil nodded, fidgeting a little. “He kicked my blocks down.”

“And you thought trying to hurt each other was the way to solve that? You thought violence was the best answer?”

The anger and disappointment made Vergil’s eyes water a little and he flinched. His cheeks heated with embarrassment at his own tears- Dante would bully him for it again. He always did. He was such a jerk.

“Aw, no need to cry,” Dante taunted sure enough.

“Shut up!” Vergil cried, kicking the blocks at Dante. “Just leave me alone!”

He ran out of the room, ignoring his mother as she yelled after him. He fled out of the house, not stopping until he found a spot in the grass to sit in.

He wrapped his arms around his legs, wiping his eyes before resting his forehead against his knees. He didn’t get why Dante always had to tease him for crying. Dante always cried when their father yelled at them over anything. 

Vergil squeezed his eyes shut. He hated making his mother upset like that. But he and Dante always seemed to fight these days. Sometimes they just play fought and it was fun, like it used to be. But more often than not they fought because they were mad at each other. 

Well, fine. Vergil would just play outside by himself. He liked the silence. It was peaceful outside. And Dante couldn’t sneak up on him as easily if he played facing the house. 

Maybe Vergil would run in and grab his poetry book. He could sit outside and read for a little. Sometimes his mother would come out and sit with him, reading his favorite poems aloud and holding him to her side. Those were his favorite moments. 

Still, he enjoyed the silence of the coming evening. He’d sit out and watch the sunset, then he’d grab his poetry book and come back outside. 

He lost track of time, and of his own thoughts. What brought his awareness snapping back was the snarling.

He lifted his head in alarm, looking around. He froze as he spotted the large, mangy dog baring its teeth at him.

Sometimes the strays wandered up this far. But Vergil had never encountered a mean one when he was out by himself. He stared at it in fear now, realizing he had nothing to defend himself with and no chance of running back to the house before it could catch him. He was fast, but not that fast.

He tried to calm his mind and think of what to do, but he just kept looking at the dog’s teeth and growing more afraid. He wanted to yell for his mother, but he was afraid doing so would make the dog attack him.

He tried to crawl backwards, but the dog snarled louder, taking a step towards him. Vergil froze again, heart hammering against his ribs. If he could just stand up fast enough, he might be able to kick it hard enough to throw it off-balance. He could kick it, then yell for help. His mom would come if he called for her. She always did. She always protected him when he was in danger. 

“Mom,” he whispered, as if she would actually hear him from here. “Help.”

The dog launched at him and Vergil yelped, trying to get up and slipping. He hit the ground and threw his arms up to protect his face, too frightened to even yell.

The dog yelped in pain and Vergil risked a peek. Dante stood before him with his fake sword. He’d smacked the dog in the face with it, making it retreat back.

“Leave him alone!” Dante yelled, waving the sword at the dog. The dog growled and barked, but Dante didn’t back down. “Leave my brother alone!” 

He smacked the dog once more, this time catching it in the throat. The dog whined and turned, running off in the other direction.

The sword fell from Dante’s hands, clattering to the ground. Dante turned to Vergil, dropping to his knees and throwing his arms around Vergil’s neck.

“That was so scary! Holy hell!” he cried, his voice as frightened as Vergil felt. “Are you okay, Vergil?”

Vergil hugged Dante back, unable to stop shaking. He buried his face in Dante’s shoulder. “Y-Yes.”

Dante pulled back and gave Vergil a shaky smile. “How brave are you? I dunno how you’re so calm. I feel like I’m gonna throw up. That was scary!”

“You saved me,” Vergil whispered.

“Duh.” Dante made a fist and lightly smacked Vergil on top of his head. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Vergil let out a choked, relieved laugh. He fell on his back, arms splayed out. Dante collapsed next to him, one arm thumping onto Vergil’s chest and their heads bumping together as they both began to laugh. The adrenaline was definitely messing with them, but they were too relieved to care. 

“I came out here to get away from you,” Vergil said.

“I came out here to annoy you because I got bored,” Dante said.

They laughed harder. They were both still shaking from the encounter with the dog. They’d seen what the feral dogs could do to children after a little girl had been killed by one last year. It’d been in the papers.

“Wanna watch the stars? Betcha I can name more constellations than you can,” Dante said.

“Dummy, the sun has to set first,” Vergil said.

They sat up and shielded their eyes against the setting sun. Dante rested an arm on Vergil’s shoulder. After a moment, Vergil rested one on Dante’s shoulder.

Maybe his mom would always come to protect him. But it was good to know that, for as irritating as he could be, his brother would, too.

“Thanks, Dante,” Vergil said softly.

Dante smiled at him and bumped his shoulder against Vergil’s. “Always, brother.”