#I had to make up a plausible excuse for her to give the guy because she doesn't have it in her to say fuck no what the hell

[bibiana112]

With Iris saying her while story about renju trying to drag her to a warehouse and her running I just want to say that most child abduction and the like happens by someone the child knows at least a little bit and not a total stranger. I know Iris isn't exactly a child but I still thinks it's relevant. No matter what age you are sometimes danger comes from the places you least expect them, if something feels wrong it probably is. Don't go out with people to strange places late at night and always make sure other people know where you are

PSA or something idk

Very true! Be like me and my roommate and constantly share your location when you go out, let people know who you're going out with, and run the idea by someone before agreeing to go to a junk yard somewhere along a highway on the outskirts of town with some guy from class who wants to personally take you there to buy stuff for a class project instead of getting some used stuff literally anywhere else <3

[chriss-slut]

Puddin'

~ Dom!Chris X sub!fem!reader ~

Synopsis: Your friends slip up who's your favorite character, but also your fantasy kink.

warning: SMUT!! rough unprotected sex, petnames, degradation kink, daddy kink, cursing, and a lot of stuff that i can't even remeber anymore lol

A/N: this is kinda MY fantasy kink so.. 😀 btw if there's any spelling mistakes, im sorry, i didnt have time to check it :)

I have always been, in some way, a big fan of Harley Quinn (if not obsessed). I discovered her when i was around 12 years old, when Suicide Squad came out. Everything about her inspired me. Whether it was her behavior, intelligence, madness, or eccentricity, deep down, I dreamed of being like her, of being as sexy and alluring.

As I grew older, my passion for her became something I no longer showcased, simply out of fear of being judged by others. I was now 20 years old, and it seemed weird, even boring, to others to see me in the same costume at every dress-up party.

When I met Chris, I never really talked to him about this little obsession I had, mainly out of fear that he would find it strange.

Up until now, everything had been going well between us, and I didn't find it important. He didn't need to know more about this subject.

I was at home with Chris and my two best friends. We had planned to spend the afternoon together so they could meet, especially since our relationship had just become official.

Everything was going well until Julia started talking about what I was trying to keep secret:

"Oh, by the way, are you still coming tomorrow night?" Julia asked me, completely changing the subject while munching on her chips.

"Tomorrow night?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, to Noah's costume party, like every year, Y/N!" she said in a "duh" tone, rolling her eyes.

"Um... I forgot. Honestly, I don't think so. Chris and I had planned to spend the evening together, so it's going to be difficult for me," I said, trying to find a plausible excuse to avoid further questions.

"What??!" she exclaimed, looking disappointed.

"You can come with him, and that way, you can get to know us a bit more, Chris!" added my other friend Stella, turning to my boyfriend with a big smile, and the others nodded in agreement.

"That would be nice," Chris replied with a shrug.

"See? Come on, you're coming. I don't really plan to give you a choice. We go every year, there's no way you're skipping it this time!" Julia added.

"I don't have a costume anyway, and I'm exhausted right now. It's going to be a no from me, guys, sorry," I said, trying to sound genuinely disappointed.

"You're such a liar. Are you going to make me believe you don't have a costume when you spend all your time dressing up as Harley Quinn at every opportunity?" she said, laughing.

My eye widen and i start blushing a bit. Chris turned to me, and i look at Julia with a face that says "Please, just shut your mouth."

"Oh, because, yes, I suppose you already know, but your girlfriend is completely obsessed with Harley Quinn. It's like she's totally in love with her!" Julia said to Chris, giggling.

"Julia! oh my god!" I said, embarrassed, now trying to hide my face in my hands.

"She's not wrong," Stella added. What a bunch of traitors.

"You never told me about this?" Chris said, confused, while I stood there, dying of embarrassment at the thought that the girls might make things worse.

"What, you mean she never bored you with her Harley Quinn obsession? I'm sure her biggest kink would be sleeping with you dressed as her!" Julia said without any restraint, and this time it was too much for me.

"Julia!! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said, getting angry.

"Wow, calm down, I was just joking," she said, frowning.

Stella's mouth was wide open, and Chris looked like he didn't know where to put himself.

"You guys should go home. 'm tired, I need to rest," I said to escape the situation.

"What, seriously? You're going to be mad at me for this? Y/N!" I heard Julia shout as I left the room.

I went up to my room and shut the door behind me. My reaction was probably over the top, but I didn't want Chris to know about this. She had no right to humiliate me like that in front of him. I bury my face in my pillow and try to think about something else.

After a few minutes, I heard some knocks on my door.

"Julia, go away! I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted from my bed.

I heard the door open anyway, so I turned around to tell her to leave, but to my surprise, it was Chris.

"I'm not Julia, sorry to break it to you," he said, trying to make me laugh.

"It's not funny," I said, rolling my eyes before sitting up on my bed.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"You're already inside anyway..." I speak, shrugging

"Are you mad at me or Julia? I don't understand anymore," he said, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"Sorry," I replied, biting my lip, and he came to sit next to me.

"The girls left and asked me to tell you they really want you to be there tomorrow night," he said, placing his hand on the small of my back, and I sighed.

"Listen, I'd be very happy to go with you. I don't mind. We can always come back together and spend time alone after the party, but I don't want you to fight with your friends because of me," he said, and I turned my head towards him.

"That's not why I fought with them, Chris," I said, looking back at the floor.

"Then what was it about?" he asked.

"It's something stupid. I don't really want to talk about it!" I said, feeling the embarrassment return.

"Come on, tell me. I'm not going to judge you," he said, shaking his head.

"No!" I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Is it because of what she said about your obsession with Harley Quinn?" he asked.

"I'm not obsessed with her!" I said, getting angry.

“And that’s not what I implied. I was just repeating her words!” he responded immediately.

I sighed, realizing it was becoming ridiculous to keep this hidden from him any longer.

“Yes…” I said softly.

“Why did it upset you so much?” he asked.

“Because I was afraid she’d say more, and you’d find it weird!” I sighed.

“Why would I find it weird?” he said, gently rubbing my back.

“I don’t know…” I said, shrugging.

“I don’t find you weird, Y/N. You have every right to be a fan of any fictional character if it makes you happy. I really like Harley Quinn, too. You could have told me; I would have been happy to talk about it with you, baby,” he said, smiling.

My eyes sparkle as i hear him say that and i immediately look at him again. “Really?” I said, looking at him with admiration. I truly have a wonderful boyfriend.

“You know what, why don’t you dress up as Harley Quinn, and I’ll be your Joker? That way, you won’t miss the party, and I get to spend time with you and your friends,” he suggested, standing up.

I smiled at him, leaned to hug him tightly, and nodded.

“And when we get back from the party, I’d be happy to fuck you in your costume to fulfill your kink,” he whispered in my ear, playfully smacking my ass.

“Chris, she made that part up!!” I said, blushing deeply.

“Too bad, I was really down for that part,” he said, laughing.

i laugh too, still embarrassed, and i stand up, going to the bathroom.

_______

it's now the next day, almost 8pm, and I'm with my boyfriend arriving at my place. We just left the mall, where we went to buy a Joker costume to him.

i open my front door and we both run towards my room, since we're kinda late.

"dress up in there while i do it in the bathroom, okay?? i want it to be a surprise for you!" i say sweetly, quickly pecking Chris' lips before heading to the bathroom.

after an hour or so, i knock on the bathroom door so i can have Chris' attention and i shout from inside "Are you done??"

"Uh... I've been done for 20 minutes, Y/N." he says from my bedroom.

I burst out laughing for a bit and then i open the door, making a little pose for Chris, showing my costume.

Chris' jaw drops as soon as i open the door. He stands up and stay froze, staring at me.

i giggle softly and go over him, resting my hands in his chest "What'chu think?" i speak, in a slightly higher-pinched voice, trying to recreate Harley's voice.

Chris' jaw just drops more after hear me, he stays froze for a few more moments until he finally speaks. "wow... you look... wow!"

I giggle "you liked it?"

"Liked it? I just fell in love with you all over again!" he says, now hugging me tightly and lifting me from the ground.

I laugh cute and hug him back, tightly. "I'm so happy you liked it!"

Chris buries is face on the crook of my neck, sucking it softly. "There was no way for me to not like it. you look so hot." he whisper before kissing my neck.

I moan softly and move my hand to caress his hair. "thank you, baby..." i speak before pulling away and look at him. "You talking about me when you look like THAT is crazy!"

He grins at me "thank you, sweetheart! Lets go to that party, then?"

"Yeaaah!!" i yell happily, jumping.

He chuckles at my jump and grabs his stuff. We walk out of my house, going to the party.

After a while, we arrive at Noah's house. A lot of people outside of it, all dress up as various characters and monsters. I lead Chris into the party and after a few seconds, Julia and Stella run up to us.

"HEY, GIIIRL!!" Stella yells, happy to see me, as she hugs me from the side.

"Hey, guys!!" Julia shouts at us both, still a bit scared of me being mad at her.

"Hii!" Chris says at them, waving with a smile.

"Hi, girls! Love your costume!" I speak at Stella. She nods with a smile "Thank you! You look amazing yourself, but I'm used to see it already,"

I laugh softly, not really happy about her comment but i brush it off. "You look good too, Ju!" I speak at Julia.

She smiles at me "Thank you! You too, as always... Can i ask you something?" Julia says, with a soft expression. "Yeah, sure!" i say back.

"Uh... i just wanted to know if you're still mad at me for yesterday... I've been thinking about it all night and, I'm sorry..." She speaks softly.

I smile reassuringly "It's okay... I'm sorry too! I shouldn't have become so mad at you..."

She smiles softy and nods "It's okay, i guess we both screwed up!"

"Yeah, but its alright!" i lean to hug her as she does the same.

Suddenly, Stella speaks, loudly. "So, let's party?!?" We all yell "yess!" and that way, the party begins!

______

After hours, me and Chris are going back to my place, tired from dancing and jumping all night.

I open my front door and Chris holds the door for me to enter, smacking my ass playfully as i pass through him.

"Let's to the room. Now." He speaks in a soft but demanding way, which makes me a bit confused but i obey.

Once we get into my room, Chris closes the door behind him and quickly presses me in it, causing me to gasp softly.

"Remember what i told you yesterday??" Chris speaks, his hands caressing my sides.

"U-uh... y-yeah..?" i speak, slightly nervous, since Chris looks so hot and in a rough mood right now.

He smirks and attacks my lips in a hungry kiss. We both make out for a while. As we're still kissing, he puts his hands under my ass and picks me up from the floor, taking me to bed, where he throws me on.

He crawls on top of me and says, looking down at me "You look so damn hot right now. You have no idea how much i had to control myself to not drag you to a bathroom and fuck you right there." He leans and starts kissing my neck, intensively.

I moan in response and i wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to mine.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do with you, Puddin'" Chris whispers, making me freeze for a second. Him calling Joker's nickname to Harley made me see stars... and made me wet.

"i-i want you to fuck me..." i say softly.

"huh? i didn't hear you, baby." he says, now lifting his head to look at me.

"i-i want you to fuck me, Chris. Please!" i whine, already desperate.

Chris smirks at me "Good girl" he says before leaning to kiss me again.

While we kiss, he takes off my Harley Quinn Jacket and toss it to the side. He gives wet kisses down my face to my collarbone, where he stays as he takes off my boots.

"mmh, you're so hot, babygirl~" he mumbles as he kisses me.

i moan softly in response, my hands now trying to take his jacket off, which he helps me with.

After a while kissing, he's now in just his jeans as i still have almost the full costume on.

He grabs my jaw tightly and speaks, firmly "you gonna do justice to your costume and act like a little slut f'me?"

I look up at him with puppy eyes and nod. He smirks and whispers "Good girl~" He moves two of his fingers that was on my jaw and slide it into my mouth, pressing it on my tongue.

"Fuck, you look so good like this... oh, imma fuck you so so good today~" He speaks, in a sensual tone.

I moan against his fingers, swirling my tongue around it.

He then takes his fingers off my mouth with a bop and attacks my lips again, then going down to my neck as his hands go under my shirt, caressing my chest over my bra. He lifts my shirt and move his hands to my back, unbuckling my bra and taking it off, without taking off my Harley Quinn shirt.

He then leans and suck my nipples, which makes me moan "mmh Chris...please, i need you..."

Chris lets out a soft chuckle and grabs my jaw again, harshly, making me look at him "I'm the one in control, got it?" he says in a demanding tone. i just nod, looking up at him.

He nods back and start kissing and sucking my breasts again, now going down my stomach, until he reaches my red and blue tight shorts.

"i gotta take this off, it drove me crazy all night." he speaks, now pulling it down, letting me in my fishnet tights, my thongs and my Harley shirt. He looks down at me and bite his lip. Chris caress my thighs and spreads them, softly passing his hand in my clothed pussy, making me whimper. "Chris, Please..."

"Did you not hear me when i said i was in control??" he speaks in a serious tone "I'll do whatever i want with you, understand?"

I sigh softly and nod. "Good." he speaks before slapping my inner thigh hardly, earning a loud moan from me.

"God, you're so good to spank!" he says, slapping my other inner thigh hardly, i moan loud again.

"Turn around f'me, ma" he speaks to me and i immediately do it. He smirk down, looking at my ass, half covered with my square tights and he spanks my ass, strongly. i cry loud, burying my face in my pillow.

He grabs a fist of my hair and pull my head back, for me to look at him. "Don't wanna mess that make up yet, do ya?" i shake my head, whining from the pain in my scalp. He throws my head on the pillow again, now with my head to the side. He slaps my ass again, and again, and again, making me whine in pain, but also in pleasure.

The last time he slaps my ass, he spanks between my ass cheeks, making me moan loud. He lets out a soft chuckle from my reaction and says "Looks like someone likes to be spanked, isn't that truth?" i whine in response and he slaps the same place again, now gripping my hair again. "answer me. with words." he speaks firmly and demanding. "y-yeah, i do... i-... i l-like it..." i speak, whiny. He lets go of my hair and whispers in my ear "you're so pathetic, aren't you? Look at you, looking like a real whore f'me"

He slaps my ass again and turns me around one more time. He digs his fingers in my square tights, right between my legs, and he stretch it out, ripping it over my pussy. He looks at my sexy thong and he looks at me with a smirk. "is this for me?" I nod softly. He slaps my clothed pussy, making me whine loud, with a smirk. "Be ready, i think you'll need to~" he says to me, before ripping my thong and tossing it to the side.

Seeing him ripping my clothes always make me more turned on, seeing his arms muscles flex gives me butterflies.

He slides his finger through my wet slit and he says "so wet for me. such a little slut for liking me treating you like this." He pushes one finger in my hole, making me moan a bit. He keeps with it in, not moving, and he looks at me. "Look at you... I'd take a photo of you just to show everyone how much of a slut you are... looking so good just for me."

Suddenly, Chris pulls his finger out and slam three fingers into me, making me moan. He starts fingering me roughly, hardly and fast.

"O-oh Chris! fuck!" i moan, leaning my head back from the intense pleasure.

He, then, stops again, making me moan frustrated. "All fours. Now." he speaks demanding and i do it, my ass now almost at his face.

Chris slaps my ass and caress my wet cunt. "so beautiful like this, puddin'... so perfect~"

I whine softly in response and he stands up, unbelting his pants. He grabs his belt and hit the bed hardly with it. "If you do something i didn't tell you to, you'll pay for it. Got it?" i nod frantically.

He pulls down his pants and take them off, tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. He grips my hips and pull me to the edge of the bed, so he can fuck me while standing up. He grabs both my ponytails and pull my head back. "You gonne be a good girl and not cum for me until i say it, alright? Don't leave this position and don't scream too loud until i let you, alright?" He speaks in a firm and demanding tone.

"Yeah..." i speak softly. "Yeah, what?" Chris says, pulling even more my hair. "Y-yes, daddy..." i whine. Chris slaps my ass and throw my head forward "Good girl~".

Chris rubs his clother hard dick against my wet pussy, making me moan softly. "You're so wet you're making my boxers soaked. slut!" He pulls his boxers down and slams into me, making me scream loud. He lean over my back and slaps his hand on my mouth, pulling it back harshly. "What didn't you understand about not. screaming.?" I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, and speak against his mouth "i'm sorry..."

Chris lets out a breathy mockingly laugh and takes his hand off my mouth, my head falling down harshly. "fucking pathetic." Chris mutters, now pulling slowly out of me. i whine at the sensation and then moan loud, trying hard not to scream, when he slams into me again.

Chris moves one hand to under my shirt, squeezing my breast, and the other to my hip, now starting to thrust in and out of my cunt.

I moan as he fucks me, slowly. "Chris, please..."

Chris stops middle-way and says demanding "First off, I'm not giving you want you want. second, you're not calling me that."

I whine softly "S-sorry, daddy..." Chris slaps my ass again and start thrusting into me again, still slowly.

After a while, i give up on moaning and i stay quiet. My head down with my eyes squeezed shut. Chris notices that and start going faster, hitting my g-point every time he pushes into me. i moan and i lean down to rest on my elbows, my back arched and my ass higher.

Chris slaps my ass again and groans lowly. "mmh, baby~ why are you so hot and perfect? looking like a real slut like this, while your pussy clenches around me. fuck!" He starts punding harder, slapping my ass a few more times.

I moan deep, trying to not be loud though. Chris keeps pounding into me until my cunt starts clenching too much around his cock. He stops and speaks "You ain't cummin' now, bitch. You know what happens if you do." and starts fucking me hard again. i start moaning louder, trying my hardest to not cum. I whine "p-puddin'... p-please... i-i can't..."

Chris slaps my ass the hardest he can and says, roughly "No. You're not cummin, Y/N. Or should i call you..." he leans over me, putting his mouth right behing my ear "Harley?".

I can feel the knot in my stomach almost exploding ad he whispers that to me. I can't believe I'm finally realizing this fantasy.

He feels my pussy clenching more around him as he says that and he laughs, smacking my ass again. "oh, you liked it, dont you? you want me to call you Harley? Is that it?"

i nod frantically, barely able to speak at this point. "Words." Chris says roughly, pouding into me roughly.

"o-oh.. y-yeah, d-daddy! p-please, c-call me t-that! o-oh, fuck, its so g-good! p-please!" i whine slightly loud, tears forming in my eyes already.

Chris smirks and start fucking me harder and faster. "fuck, ma! s-such a fucking slut! such a whore f'me!" he says, groaning. I'm so glad i told Chris i liked being degrated! I'm wetter than i was supposed to.

i keep moaning loudly "d-daddy, please! i-i need to cum! p-please lemme cum!" i whine.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out and turn me around, so we're now in missionary.

Chris slams into me again and puts his hand around my neck, hard enough to hurt but not for me to be breathless. "If you gonna cum, I'll see you cum. Gotta see that pretty face with that pretty make up all messed up." He puts his hand on my face and slides it down, messing even more my Harley Quinn makeup.

He, then, slides two fingers into my mouth the deepest he can, fucking my mouth as he fucks my cunt. He starts pounding roughly again, making me scream against him fingers, also gagging a bit.

My eyes starts rolling back with tears, just as my back arching and hips jerking up, feeling myself really close to the edge.

"Look at you. All fucked up like a whore. You really became Harley Quinn, didn't you? That hot bitch. I bet you wanna fuck every guy of the city, don'chu? fuck, puddin'. you're so fucking beautiful." Chris speaks between groans as he pounds into me. i start moaning even louder as i feel myself not being able to hold my orgasm anymore. My cunt clenching around Chris' cock just makes him groan and moan more.

"Cum. Cum f'me, Harley. C'mon, babygirl, cum for daddy~" Chris whispers in my ear. That gives me the final push and i finally cum in his cock. Not a simple orgasm, though. All of this roleplay and dirty talk made me cum hard and squirt all over Chris, which makes him cum inside of me and collapse on top of me.

We both panting hard and shaking. We stay there for a while and then Chris pulls out, laying next to me.

"You did so good f'me, Harl..." He speaks softly, caressing my cheek

"y-you too, puddin'..." i say softly, still panting.

Chris leans and kissed my lips, a long peck. When he pulls away, he looks down at me, admiring me. "Why didn't you tell me this before? This was the best sex I've done in my life..."

i smile softly at him and speak softly, now turning to face him, "I'm sorry for that... if i get another kink, I'll promise to tell ya!"

i hope you liked it! pls comment what you think, I'd appreciate it! :) xoxo

[sunny-knight]

THE FONT FAMILY????

HEHUFHUDHUEHHE I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH FIRST OF ALL, WAS A GREAT EXCUSE TO PRACTICE CHARACTER DESIGN,

(give me more fonts to make PLEASE)

SECOND OF ALL (massive rant)

Personally, I like the idea of S n P just living in Deltsrune, maybee Grandpa Semi still existing but probably not living with them, parents not really mattering, then oh no Deltarune things happen, and now they’re in Undertale.

see, thats the PLAUSIBLE VERSION

This is the version where I crash through the window and ruin everything for the sake of the funny

what if… they have a HUGE ass family but they all live in New Home, and never talk to them.

BUT after the pacifist ending, with all of them on the surface, Undyne n Toriel n the gang sees them and is like “AYO!!! I HAD NO IDEA YOU GUYS HAD MORE FAMILY- WHY DIDN’T YOU EVER TELL US???

and its just this… secret family drama that no one has, or will talk about. just “you know what you did.”

Like Papyrus is the most forgiving dude on the planet and Sans is the most chill guy in the world, but they just H A T E these guys 😭😭😭

enough about the skeletons we know and love tho, WHAT ABOUT THESE SILLY FELLAS THAT I WILL ABSOLUTELY MAKE MORE OF BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH EUPHORIA THIS GIVES ME-

Impact: Oldest cousin, older than sans, tries not to talk too loud but slips up sometimes, so goes inbetween Upper and Lower case. Bodybuilder, helps out his dad at their family restaurant

Kefa: Middle cousin, older than Papyrus, very chill but still pretty spontaneous. Her font is Kefa but shes REALLY into graffiti fonts and general alternative stuff. Does a lot of the art for her families restaurant

Courier: classic disapproving father in-law, but works as a busboy at his son in-laws restaurant. talks in lowercase permanently. thinks changing fonts is dumb and unnecessary. does not approve of his granddaughters love of “graffiti” but still loves her

Roman: complete opposite of her father, speaks in uppercase, very enthusiastically helps out at her husband’s restaurant by way of taking care of all the plants cause its a plant themed restaurant. Would get along with Toriel, she loves snails

Savoye: incredibly passionate and only chef at his very famous restaurant in New Home. Loves his kids to bits, all that jazz

They all hate Sans and Papyrus as much as they hate them

O yeah did you know Papyrus was going to be called Roman/Times New Roman?? we dont… we dont talk about his beta design.

[theeminentlyimpractical]

ALRIGHT I HAVE SOME CROWLEY THOUGHTS that are LONG and UNHINGED buckle up kids //// MILD SPOILERS(?)

Essentially - knowing Crowley's angelic rank recontextualizes a lot of the first season. Hat tip to @moonyinpisces for inspiring this madness with their Pre-Fall Thoughts.

BLUF/shitpost TL;DR:

God machinated the not-pocalypse, including manipulating both our idiot angels (this is canon, fight me)

Crowley Fell out of necessity in The Plan, knows that as a higher ranking Angel and both resents God and still believes in Her Plan

When foiling the Antichrist initially fails, my man has a crisis of Faith, thinks God has abandoned him yet AGAIN, and is like WELP FREE WILL IS ON THE TABLE NOW BABYYYYY 

LET’S RUN AWAY ANGEL NO ONE IS WATCHING THIS IS MY ACTUAL SELF HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU

Aziraphale, having been a heavenly plebe*, still believes in the hierarchy of Heaven and blah blah blah

Crowley, still a Believer at heart, makes one last plea to the Almighty OR HE WILL RUN AWAY SO HELP HERSELF

My Guy is successfully manipulated by God into staying and also rescuing Book Girl’s Book

Great Plan fails successfully 

Oh. OH.

They survive thanks to another divine intervention.

Crowley muses on the ACTUAL Big One, which like, my dude, how do you KNOW?  👀

Aziraphale is entirely unaware of this whole process and is fully on team Free Will and is all “our bookshop” this and “our car” that; meanwhile

Crowley is now a full time existentialist and part time Sad Keanu because if his entire existence is predetermined, why do anything, including love?

*this also makes it super fucking funny that Aziraphale insists on standards. Crowley is quiet luxury. Aziraphale is nouveau riche.

ACTUAL META WITH CANON CITATIONS (yes the above is the short version):

I’ve always assumed that Crowley falling was part of The Ineffable Plan, similar to how it was necessary for Aziraphale to give away his sword. God accepts Aziraphale’s babbling excuses, and 6,000 years later the sword shows up in the hands of War. When he returns to Heaven, he is reprimanded only for losing his body - the sword has ineffably disappeared from Heaven’s requisition roles. He HAD give it away in order for it - and him - to play their respective parts in The Great Plan.

And that was thwarted only by Aziraphale and Crowley collaborating for the good of humanity, and (selfishly) for themselves, rather than angels and demons. For it to work, there needed to be an agent of the Ineffable Plan on each side.

We now know Crowley was fairly high ranking in heaven. Would he have had insight on the Plan, or some part of it? Or merely assumed, truly believed, as he still seems to, that they would all play a part? We also know he is somehow wrong about how the hierarchy of Heaven works - what if his error was in assuming his role in the Plan meant maintaining his status as an Angel? [EDIT GIVEN NEW INFO: seems plausible he went to God and asked for a stay of execution on the Earth, and he got it, whether knowingly or not.] And instead God sends him away to fulfill his role in Hell, when that comes to pass. It could be why he’s not too concerned with the day to day of demoning - it will all work out as intended, in the End.

Does he know, suspect, or just truly still believe that they were meant to thwart the Apocalypse, which is why he is so confident in their cockamamie scheme? And when that apparently fails, he feels betrayed by God again, because the Plan he felt entrusted with seems to have been scrapped. He rages: 

“For the record, great pustulant mangled bollocks to the Great Blasted Plan!”

That may be why he’s so ready to run off with Aziraphale in that moment. If the Plan is off, then he can finally make his own choices, and he chooses Aziraphale and freedom. Aziraphale doesn’t choose him back, and Crowley moves to run away anyway, with one final plea to God to not let this come to pass, a Psalm 22 of his own.

Crowley is the only demon we see who still seems distraught over his Fall, rather than out for vengeance. He resents God for damning him, but often seems to believe in Her ineffable game.  He still addresses his final pleas directly to the Almighty -

“God, you listening? Okay, I know you’re testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. You shouldn’t test them to destruction. Not to the end of the world.”

Only he never leaves, because of a fire started by a gust of wind and the sheet music for Her favorite musical. 

And then they do thwart it, and survive, thanks to Agnes’ note fluttering inexplicably right into Aziraphale’s hand. So many little details demonstrate divine intervention. 

So now what’s the Plan? Crowley was ready to run away when the Plan was off, but now? He muses on the nature of The Big One before they dine at the Ritz. He says it lightly, but how does he have this insight?

What, exactly, is their role in the Second Coming? Because, it appears, they do have one.

Aziraphale seems blissfully unaware of the divine intervention in successfully averting the Apocalypse. He is now All In on Their Side, finally feeling free. Crowley, on the other hand, seems painfully aware. My man had the full free will he finally grasped in that bandstand burned away in a bookshop fire. 

Do I think he necessarily knows their exact role in this? No. And they still have free will in the small things, naturally. But I wonder if we will see Crowley resigned to his (and Aziraphale’s) fate being predetermined, a foregone conclusion. So why do anything, including love, if in the end, nothing really matters. 

[bluef00t]

Finally collecting these in a post—Atomic Robo robotswap ideas. This was more of a character design challenge than a real AU, but the concept kind of got away from me.

Rambling design notes + a couple panel redraws + some ideas I had for Helsingard and ALAN 1.0 under the cut:

This idea spiraled out of an old sketch by Wegner of real-boy Robo as a genetics experiment. I'm interpreting that as basically Wolverine minus the animal motifs (and generally much more well-adjusted).

I tried to mimic more elements of his bot design; for example the hair silhouette and the thick blue-tinted glasses, swapped for goggles as his lifestyle got more active. I guess sensitive eyes are a side effect of his mutations. (The classic superhero forehead curl on babyrobo has no design justification, I just couldn't resist.) His appearance would make the public of the '20s a little uncomfortable with seeing him as Tesla's son. Which feels very thematically appropriate.

I'm still calling him "Robo" because it feels weird not to, though it would be a nickname. Appropriate for a guy who never sleeps; plausibly derived from Robert/Ratko. (The American name would be how he's introduced to the public; the Serbian one used casually by Tesla.*) Honestly, it seems in-character for him to put down Robo as his actual legal name when he finally got that chance.

*Things I found out after picking these names for their superficial resemblance to "Robo": Robert means "famous, shining" and Ratomir means "defender of peace"; literally "war for peace". Definitely an affectionately ironic moniker for a son so determined to be an action hero. Though dear monolingual Robo probably wouldn't catch on until decades after Tesla's death... Well, now I've gone and made myself sad.

The action scientists are mostly an excuse to still draw robots. Let's say they're Robo's big midlife crisis project after realizing he was going to outlive his entire first team and not think about it too hard.

Vik (inspired by Robby the Robot) is the oldest of the models. He's optimized for processing power, which is how you get a robot that will try to suggest purely hypothetical (but mathematically sound!) solutions to urgent real-world problems. And enjoys TTRPGs of Turing-complete levels of complexity.

Lang (inspired by Robo) came shortly after, more optimized for the "action" part of action science. Being made of metal does wonders for your recoil management. (I know she hasn't had the hair buns in 10+ years, but that's what I was trying to do with the "antennae".)

Foley (inspired by Alan) is the newest model, optimized for human-robot interaction. Getting wifi installed in her head early on had the unexpected side effect of making her really good at understanding networks of all kinds.

BRN-3 wasn't built to be sentient. He's just a lab geological survey bot that began showing signs of sapience one day and attributes his own "enlightenment" to the "crystals" he'd been studying. This is obviously bullshit but nobody can give a better explanation, so...

Jenkins is literally just the Terminator, except his evil future is vampires instead of AI. He was sent back to kill Robo, which clearly didn't work, so they talked it out and now he just hangs around Tesladyne on high alert for anything that might kick off the apocalypse.

(I have no idea where Ada, Ben, and Koa fit in here, but I might come back to them later. Using their Agents of CHANGE power suits as android designs felt like cheating.)

Not included in these drawings are Helsingard and ALAN, but I'm considering switching around parts of their premises, too.

Helsingard was a Nazi supercomputer meant to calculate the perfect world-conquering strategy. Instead, it realized that Germany's loss was imminent and hid copies of itself around the planet. Every once in a while, someone accidentally boots up a copy and it tries to take over. In the modern age it's a total dice roll as to whether this will be horrifying (what major infrastructure isn't computerized these days?) or just kind of pathetic (it's too old to understand the internet and can easily get itself trapped in an office printer spitting toner and stacks of paper that read BEHOLD HELSINGARD).

ALAN (potential rename pending; the Turing connection is rather lost in the version I'm going with for now) is the world's second successful "unkillable" genetic experiment, a govt project during the Cold War to ensure that the last man alive in a nuclear winter scenario would be British. But it turns out telling a guy he's the next stage in human evolution and sealing him in a bunker for decades to await a chance to inherit the earth which doesn't come isn't great for his sense of compassion or morality. Eventually, ALAN decides to hurry things along before we inferior humans end the world in a less convenient way, and Robo has to... well, you know this part.

It turns out there was a secret phase 2 to this plan, which would have been to populate the solar system with perfect immortal mind-networked clones of himself. The single under-baked clone that it does manage to spit out before being shut down is our Alan :] He needs someone to look after him while his crazy healing powers fill in the missing chunks of his body and brain, and he didn't get a full memory upload from ALAN, so it's free son boy!

No changes were made to Dr. Dinosaur. He's already perfect.

[morbidlyhumorous]

Save Me Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes)

TW: Abuse

My hand was tightly gripping Bucky's metal one as we drove. He kept shooting glances in my direction and would squeeze my hand in return every few minutes. And then I saw the house. If I had been holding Bucky's real hand, it would have broken at that moment. He pulled the car into the driveway and parked, but didn't get out. He turned to look at me as he asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded my head, my eyes glued to the house before us. He sighs as he brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I meet his gaze as he says, "Please be safe.""I will, I promise."I climb out of the car and walk the path to the front door. I wipe my hands on my jeans and knock on the door, very aware of Bucky's eyes on me. Then the door opens and there stands my dad. When he registers who's standing before him, he smiles and hugs me. I stiffen slightly but he pulls away after a quick second. "Y/n, sweetie, it's so great to see you again. Who's the friend?" I follow his line of sight to Bucky and his car. "Oh, he's a friend. He offered to give me a ride here." I wave at Bucky, the signal that he can leave. He waves back and then reverses out of the driveway and leaves.

My dad opens the door a little wider and ushers me in before closing it behind us. The house looks exactly the same as when I left, minus the kids. My other siblings had all grown up and moved out, but nothing had been touched since. I made myself comfortable on the couch while dad took the seat opposite me. He seemed pretty unchanged, too, just a few more white hairs. "So, how's work? Are you enjoying it?""Yeah, I am enjoying it. There's something new everyday and I have some great colleagues." I say, smoothing my hands on my jeans. Dad quirks his brow at the last part and asks, "Is that guy one of your colleagues?" I nod and he sighs before saying, "Well then no wonder you think your colleagues are great, he looks like a bad person and I know how you're attracted to those people who are bad for you. He didn't even come out to greet me or anything." I take a deep breath as I reply, "He was in a hurry, his mom was expecting him." My dad waved away my excuse and switched the topic, leaving me feeling slightly insulted.

We talked for a little longer before he stood to make dinner, leaving me alone in the living room. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to see a few texts from Bucky. He was asking if all was okay so far, so I gave him a thumbs up. Eventually, dad said dinner was ready and I joined him at the table. It was a very good meal, but when we had finished, dad asked me to do the dishes. "While you may not live here anymore, you are still currently under my roof and you need to be humbled a bit. Now go clean the dishes." I stared at him, dumbfounded, before I uttered a soft, "Ok," and carried the dishes to the sink. As I washed them, I saw my dad go to the fridge and take out a big beer bottle. I sighed. Another part of him that had not changed.When I finished, I rejoined him in the living room and we sat in an awkward silence for a while. "So, y/n, why has it been 7 years since you've been here?""Oh, y'know, I've been busy with all of my work and extensive traveling that comes with it.""See, that sounds plausible, but I don't think that's why." I felt my mouth go dry at his comment and I asked, "What do you mean?"

He stared me down and took a swig of his beer before replying. "You're avoiding me because you think I'm a bad person. It's all because of that terrible mother of yours. When I was busy working my ass off to support this family, she was turning my own children against me." It was silent for a moment, and in that silence I heard the ghost of his shouting. "I don't think that's what happened at all." He scoffed and took another swig. "Of course she did it, it's in her manipulative nature. She's a real bitch." At those words I felt my face grow hot. "How dare you call my mom that. She was a much better person than you."I pretended to scratch my back but I actually hit the button on my phone that called Bucky. He would need to hear this conversation. My dad became slightly red in the face. "Oh don't even. She manipulated all of you because she victimizes herself. I can't help being a little grumpy after spending all of my time working." "A little grumpy?" I laughed incredulously, "You were abusive. You shouted and hit us and have left us traumatized. You're the one victimizing yourself because you're so narcissistic.""I will not be talked to like this in my own house!" He shouted, his face a brilliant red color now. "I don't live under your roof now, you can't control me," I said as I stood up.

Dad stood up as well and the glass bottle came crashing down over my head. I stumbled a little at the blow and then I felt blood begin to trickle down my face."You fucking bitch," he screamed at me. He slapped me hard across the face and the force behind it brought me to the ground. There were stars before my eyes when I noticed his foot coming towards me. It made contact with my gut and I curled in on myself. He kicked me a few more times, screaming profanities at me. He knelt down next to me and grabbed me by the hair to lift my head, making it feel like it was on fire. "You are an absolute bitch and will never amount to anything, you worthless piece of shit. You're just like your mom." He practically spit out, pulling my hair more and making me cry out.All of a sudden, he let go of my hair and I let my head fall. Through my blurry vision, I saw Bucky holding my dad, beating the shit out of him. He left his unconscious body in the corner before he came for me. He knelt beside me, his face appearing very worried. "Hey, doll, you're gonna be okay, I've got you." He said, but his voice sounded far away. I couldn't get my eyes to focus and breathing was hurting. Bucky picked me up and hurried out of the house, laying me gently in the back of the car before speeding off. During the drive, I passed out.

When I came to, I was laying on a bed in the med bay, Bucky asleep with his head on the edge of the bed and clutching my hand. I moved my thumb lightly over his knuckles and he was instantly awake and alert. "Y/n, how do you feel?""I feel pretty achey and I hurt all over." At my words, he gave me a sad smile before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "My brave girl," he murmured, resting his hand against the side of my face. I relished his touch and nuzzled his hand. "What happened to my dad?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Thanks to your little phone call, coupled with your current state, we had enough evidence to get him locked away for life. He can't hurt you anymore." At Bucky's words, I felt a few relieved tears fall. He saw and he drew me into his arms, rubbing my back comfortingly. "I've got you, doll, and he will never hurt you again." I buried my head in the crook of his neck and felt the weight of being afraid for so long lifted off of me. I kissed Bucky again and he smiled into the kiss, his hand slightly gripping my waist. Neither of us were perfect, but as long as we had each other, we'd be alright. And that's all I needed.I did something new and wrote a pt. 2 for once! If you guys have anyone you wanna see next, let me know and any ideas for a plot if you have one.

[beedlemania]

I'm copying my ask because I was told you could answer, but Ooooh, talk to me about genderfluid Davy! i know that's pretty vague, but go nuts, go crazy tell me everything you love about it because to me, it's canon.

To me, Davy exists in this area where they could be Bigender/Genderfluid/Transmasc/Transfemme/Intersex, and it just all works so well, like they just fit all of those at every given moment. So go nuts scream about Davy as a gendrfluid monkee

Trans Davy is everything to me!!

Okay so my headcanon of Davy being genderfluid mostly comes from how much he’s dressed in drag in the show and seems to actually enjoy it (except in some like it lukewarm). Like in my series on AO3, I think Davy found out during one of their adventures where he had to dress as a girl and was like 🧍🏻🙀🧍🏻‍♀️ and the rest was history.

I mean, growing up in a house with three sisters, Davy definitely had to learn to embrace femininity and I think its something that wasn’t seen as a big deal until he saw how others react to it. Like in Monkee vs Machine Davy seems in his element dressed as a girl, then in The Chaperone Micky’s all salty about dressing as a girl then suddenly, Davy’s protesting dressing up himself. It’s kinda like he was comfortable being feminine and being referred to as a girl until he saw Micky and was like “oops maybe it’s not normal to like it this much”. But that’s bordering on being off topic so ANYWAY

Davy’s real comfortable being a guy, likes being a guy, but then there’s times when he’s not so content. It starts small like he’ll see a girls outfit and be like “I wish I was a girl so I could wear groovy clothes like that” then snowballs and snowballs until he’s like “I wish I was a girl” but still, he’s comfortable being a guy so he’s really conflicted about it and has no clue what it means.

Sometimes he’s on a date and is swooning over this girl then sometimes he’s on a date and wishes he was the girl someone was swooning over. I think Davy would have a very 60’s stereotypical pov on it where being a guy means being all macho and buff, while being a girl means being dainty and looked after and we all know Davy loves attention and to be pampered.

Davy eventually figures out that he’s a he and sometimes a she and starts to gain some more confidence around the subject. She starts dressing in more typically feminine things but making plausible excuses to the guys “it’s not lipgloss, my lips were just chapped is all. Girls dont like kissing chapped lips.” And she just kinda integrates herself into average daily life until the other guys dont bat an eyelash when Davy’s wearing a skirt or eyeshadow.

The others would be supportive because really… things could be a lot worse things have been a lot worse.

Davy picks up on more feminine traits from his plethora of girlfriends. He watches how they act, dress, talk, etc and in his room alone she practices this stuff in front of the mirror. Peter catches her one day and just rolls with it and gives commentary that’s sometimes surprisingly harsh “a lady would never say such vulgar things”.

Babbitt is convinced Davy’s sister has come from England to live with the Monkees but he can’t increase rent because he’s never actually seen them in the same room at the same time.

I hope this answers your ask, I’m sorry I’m kinda blanking rn 😔😭. But I shall hopefully add more later and feel free to add your own takes/whatnot

[chaoxfix]

Not sure if I have any inflammatory opinions of my own but I have seen a consistent fandom trend of making the girls the "responsible ones" in whatever team/duo they're in. Like making Blaze responsible when she's with Silver or making Rouge the responsible one in Team Dark. Give me your opinion on that

(ok i know this is about blaze and rouge and i will get to them but i also talk about sally here. sorry. im a one track mind)

i think some of it is an extension of canon and some is fandom making canon worse. in terms of making characters responsible, gender aside, it will always make some sense for some characters to be more responsible than the others, especially in a show about team dynamics or conflict or combat. leader characters are very normal. and if you really need a braincell character, thats fine, and it probably SHOULD be the leader. and it should make sense for their overall role and function in the story; if they suddenly become the braincell holder when it doesn't fit them, its just going to come across as forced -- and sexist, if theyre a girl, and especially if theyre the only girl on the team.

that being said, in action series like sonic, this is often caused by canon writers and character creators being afraid to put girls in combat situations.

if youre afraid of giving girls a combat role, of course you'll make her the delegator and the one who simply does things from afar. maybe you'll give her some tech prowess. anything that doesn't involve that difficult question of "can i conceivably write her winning a fight against a guy? will that anger people who think its wrong to hit girls? will i anger people who think girls cant win fights? will i anger people who think its unladylike and setting a bad example for girls? will it anger people who feel emasculated by girls in combat?" -- this is also why a lot of women are given marksman roles because it lets them be useful in combat without actually using physical strength.

this is actually why i think bunnie is a brilliant character btw because she got to be a powerhouse and no one really had to question why -- she has a robot suit, you dont have to wonder if the writers cared about any of those questions i mentioned earlier. duh she can win fights, shes part robot, next question.

this is also probably why amy is given a hammer; she's the only of the core 4 with a weapon. writers tend to give girls in combat a weapon or something to give them a leg up. and i think its often fine, but it is a pattern to take note of, and kind of gets at the heart of many writers' worries.

anyways when writers in action series are worried about writing girls and having them in combat, they tend to 1) give them weapons (or other plausible excuses for their strength and abilities, like bunnie's robot parts), or 2) remove them from the action altogether and have them lead from afar. sometimes they try to make 2 less obvious by making them occasionally capable at fighting off people in a 1-1 fight, but overall they are not the powerhouses, they're the brains.

also, for number 2, i think this is part of why so many girls became the leader in many recent series -- because it helps them meet their 'girl character' quota without automatically just making them a damsel in distress girl character. (though admittedly that still often happens, on both fronts.) -- and it also doesnt have to involve them in combat.

so its not always a case of, girls wrangling boys is inherently boring and problematic, and often complaints of this dont fully understand the greater issue. the leader always wrangles their irresponsible teammates -- but its just recently that girls have been pigeonholed into the noncombatant-leader trope. i would argue it becomes girls wrangling boys if you have a girl character who IS written as extremely physically capable and canonly has fun, but they constantly have to curtail the boys' shenanigans. to be honest, this applies pretty strongly to boom!amy imo, but in other fandoms, i see it extremely often with characters like cassie sandsmark from the original young justice comic series (no, not the TV show). stuff like that. a girl who originally has fun and enjoys shenanigans just as much as the guys, but suddenly has to wrangle them instead in a reboot because she has to be ladylike- er, sorry, a 'leader'.

if someone is forever labeled as the leader -- it makes sense for them to be strict. regardless of gender, that's their personality, and we've seen plenty of take-no-shit male leads like this that dont get called boring, or at least dont have their gender called into question. the actual 'girl wrangling boys' criticism im referring to is when they take a girl where that is NOT her personality, and suddenly it becomes her personality for no reason other than that shes a girl. to me, thats the issue.

girls are written like we're automatically the pinnacle of compassion and level headedness and we don't have fun, and instead focus on everyone's feelings. and in small doses, whatever, fine. but when that's constant and amplified by fandom spaces, when they take a girl who DOES have fun on adventures but suddenly she's just sucking the air out of the room? boring. no thank you. thats actually why i dont like boom!amy much. because amy in general was often written to be immature and to get into shenanigans while chasing after sonic. (her set of sexist writing issues could be their own separate post, but she at least was allowed to be imperfect and irresponsible, even if that was often very poorly done)

but overall i think if you solve the root of the problem it helps. just make more female combat characters. let them fight, with weapons or not, and then your series no longer falls into the 'there's only one girl and she has to wrangle all her boy friends because shes the girl and thats her job' category. suddenly it can be 'girl leader is exasperated that every single one of her teammates is dumb as shit, including the other girls on her team who are allowed to have more fun than the leader is allowed to have' -- ya feel? this is why i liked parts of archie, because both bunnie AND amy were regularly part of combat. sally being a comms delegator wasnt a big deal because, well, there were already girls in the thick of it, why would i mind that a different girl was leading things from an observation point where she could organize their strategy on the fly? thats just what a leader does in a series like this.

for blaze specifically, she can be in combat so that's helpful, and shes a princess so it makes sense for her to be responsible. her arc was also being able to have more fun with friends, so as long as she's allowed to actually do fun stuff in the future, i think that's great -- so fandom writers should be more focused on her character arc. if they write her as boring and fun-sucking, then theyre actually regressing her character.

for rouge, being a secret agent and thief is her whole ass job, she knows when to be serious and responsible bc she's an independent contractor. but she should also be able to get into her own shenanigans because shes a kleptomaniac and deserves way more heists and funny mishaps along the way (the murder of sonic the hedgehog rly delivered on this one, tbh). if they write rouge with the only braincell, they should be pretty careful, since rouge is usually causing knuckles's shenanigans in canon. or if youre a team dark fan, be careful since shadow's not really one for fun shenanigans anyways, and omega is -- well. if anyone DOESNT have the braincell its omega but i dont think rouge does more than point his ammo in the right direction if that makes sense. rouge likes the chaos but she organizes it in a way that'll favor her.

this was long lol but i think i organized my thoughts fairly well?

[hyperpotamianarch]

All right. So, I had another PJO character essay in relation to my Bianca fic baking on my mind ever since the last one, so I guess I'll do it. This time, I wish to talk about King Minos.

King Minos is pretty much a straight-forward character: he's dead, he wants to come back to life through killing his bitter enemy. Sure, he'll scheme and backstab to achieve this goal, but this is pretty much his only motive. Well, aside from his weird sense of ownership over the Labyrinth.

His way to achieve his goal initially is manipulating Nico into trading a life for a life, then hijacking the process and reviving himself. Technically we don't know if he always intended to sell him to the Titan army, as that could be a last resort due to Nico losing his motivation for even attempting the trade.

In our alternative universe, though, he has the problem that Nico's motive is too fragile to begin with, as his sister is still alive even if he isn't aware of it. It's plausible that Minos is aware that Bianca is alive as a judge of the Underworld, in addition to the fact she's in "his" Labyrinth. Which leads us to the questions: why Nico? And could Minos potentially want to manipulate Bianca instead in this AU?

Well, Nico and Bianca certainly share parentage, which might be relevant. While we're told that trading a life for a life is possible, we're not told that it's possible for everyone. It's not impossible that it's essentially a special request from Hades ("you cannot offer your father a soul that will come to him eventually regardless. Besides, he is not keen on hastening his own son's death", roughly retranslated because I don't have the English version). At the very least, Hades needs to approve of the exchange - to a degree, as Minos still thinks he can cheat and be ressurrected himself. If that's th reason Minos stuck up with Nico then supposedly Bianca will fit him just as well.

But of coursse, that's not the case, is it. Nico has a couple of other parameters that make him more susceptible to manipulation: he's younger and he has someone he wants to ressurrect. We also don't know what Bianca's powers are, and it's not impossible that Nico, King of Ghosts, is actually more powerful than her - which jus makes him a better cunduit for Minos' ressurrection, if true. But we don't know anything about power levels and their relevance, and regarding Nico's young age and drive to attempt the trade - well, Bianca's amnesiac in my story. If Minos would succeeed in convincing her that Nico is dead, he could possibly drive her to doing what he wants... maybe. We really don't know if Bianca would've done such a thing to Nico. Maybe so, maybe not. And I kind of get to decide. But to be honest, Nico is already a step closer than her, so he'll be Minos' first choice.

So, what I think would happen is Minos will do his best to keep Bianca away from Nico. And since I need someone to direct Bianca somehow, I just might give this role to Minos. We'll see about that.

There are quite a few things further down the line that make it problematic, though. I don't know, for example, how Minos might be able to avoid Having Nico summon his sister. In addition, without the Iris-net messages... How would Annabeth and Percy (and Grover and Tyson) react to meeting Nico? Would they still attempt to convince him to give up on ressurrecting Bianca? Would they have a chance of success without being able to talk to Bianca herself?

I also have a slight problem with Minos I wish to address. Namely, the fact that after all that, after literally selling his boss' child to the Titans, he's still a judge in the Underworld! Guys, he literally supported a rebellion/the other side of a war. And he's kept as a judge? People like that are generally thrown to Tartarus and given appropriate punishment in accordance to their sin. Why in Hades would they let this guy stay a judge?

(I do have a weird excuse about how there might be two Minos spirits, one that is his immortal side from Zeus who gets to judge people and one who is actually a mortal ghost that didn't cross the Styx due to not having a coin and is now a restless dead watching over the Maze. However, that is a crack theory and makes as much sense as the theory I just invented about Kronos causing the regeneration of monsters by being cut to pieces in Tartarus: both are uncontradictable by canon, but neither is likely to be true.)

Thank you for reading, and have a good day!

[demonsfate]

If anything, Panda is the best wingman(?). Who would've thought she'd be the one picking Xiao's outfit? Also, I agree with the other anon, hopefully she'll be more involved in the story, which seems to be that way. But like you said, it's hard to tell. On the other hand, we really can't expect much character depth from fighting games, although I recall you mentioned MK had lots of content and you can at least see characters interacting a lot

I think it's really cute. And I think it's cool that Panda is back in the involvement of Xiao and Jin. Just because I thought it was a lil silly that Panda turned down Xiao's requests because she uh... didn't want to get herself killed because pandas are an endangered species? I guess because it's 2023 and that's not really true for Pandas anymore, she has no more excuses! But it was kinda funny in the first place given that Panda was intended as Xiao's bodyguard, yet is worried about herself dying because of the (now previously) current state of her species. Like isn't that counterproductive given she was supposed to be Xiao's bodyguard? Anyway, it's cool to see Panda having more involvement. With Kuma also having more inspiration by his master, maybe the bears will also have something a lil more to do with the story this time around.

As for Xiao, I do feel like she's definitely gonna be more involved in the story. Seeing as supposedly, most of the characters may play a part in the story? I think I heard something like that. Which would make sense, considering this story is supposedly bigger than 7's, and is "bigger" than just the Kaz/Jin conflict. And also, a lot of the characters sound like they have more serious bios than they did in 7. But we'll see, we'll see.

The problem with fighting game stories is that... they HAVE to write a story that explains why these characters are all fighting each other, and have it be plausible. Sometimes, it's hard to do depth this way when it's kind of a restrained form of storytelling. However, on to the topic of MK compared to Tek real quick. Since MKX, not only do all the characters have unique intros against each other, but they tend to have MULTIPLE intros. This not only gives more depths to the characters personalities, but also to each relationship the character has in the game. I was REALLY hoping that's what Tek8 was doing when I saw Jun and Kazuya have a unique intro. Sadly, they just... for some reason... chose not to go the extra mile the MK games did, and only CERTAIN characters have special intros.

MK is far from perfect, too, though. I actually prefer most of the character design in Tek, and I may even prefer the characters in general in Tek. Even the more boring characters in Tek tend to just be one exaggerated personality trait (Josie being a crybaby for example, or Katarina being very vulgar) that it could still make them entertaining even if they are One Beat. Meanwhile in MK, especially in MK1, the most boring characters are just... boring. They don't even have a gimmick in their personality. I particularly find myself being bored by Li Mei and Tanya's characters in MK1. And well, MK's lore also has its problems. (As I just wrote up a rant regarding my favorite character and his depiction in MK1. Not nearly as offensive as Tek6!Jin's... but still quite disappointing) But MK's lore, is, still... more consistent than Tek's. Even if it does get messy here and there. (There were... other issues with MK1, but I won't get into them for the sake of not spoiling much, aand also this isn't an MK blog LOL)

Imo, MK does game modes better than Tek, as well as letting most their roster characters get a spot in the story (without treating ANY of them as total jokes. For example, Johnny Cage is a funny character... he's a comic relief. But you're meant to laugh with Johnny and his antics. He's still a good guy who does have his importance. Meanwhile, if Johnny was a Tek character... he would've just been a joke who's seen as a "pathetic loser" that we all laugh at. He'd go nowhere.) MK also tends to have funnier humor, too. Like previous Tek games have been funny - in fact, Tek6 can be pretty funny at times. But oftentimes the humor is more juvenile, and Tek7 was the worst offender of this. And some ppl have TRIED to say "oh, that's just because Tek is Japanese humor, you just don't get it!" And that's... very untrue. Because I've watched a few Japanese things that are either comedic or just have some comedy peppered into it - and I've seen ones that made me laugh my ass off. Even the more "bizarre" humor ones, or maybe especially those. But Tek7 just never did that for me. I found myself more annoyed or experiencing second hand embarrassment when watching the "funny scenes" in Tek7.

Anyway, I wish Tek would've done the unique intros like MK did. But oh well. I can only hope they offer more gameplay modes (whiiich arcade quest might be doing) for single players, and better characterization in both the main story, and the individual character endings. Also, I REALLY hope it has a satisfying, somewhat challenging last boss because HOO BOY that was probably MK1's biggest disappointment.

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I'll waste my breath one more time saying it: between the interesting and subtle acting choices made by Nathaniel Parker and the TOTAL lack of logic in him betraying Igraine's child right when Uther is finally gone, in favor of supporting Morgana whom he might never have even met before, there only one theory I find remotely convincing:

Agravaine got fomorrah'd. Yup. Morgana snaked him.

Think about it. Having lost a brother and a sister to Uther, he'd stayed away throughout Arthur's life. Why show up when Arthur is newly crowned king? Well, if he sought personal advancement or to take the crown himself, that would make sense, right?

Except he doesn't.

Instead, Agravaine risks everything, time and time again, to win power for Morgana. But when would he even have met her?? Did they just bump into each other when she was hanging out in her hovel? Meet at a gathering of Priestesses of the Old Religion? He never even suggests familiarity with the old religion, let alone enthusiasm for its return.

But for the sake of argument, let's say they actually met at some point and Agravaine fell madly in love with her. That's a theory too, right? But why not a word of canon confirmation? Why is Agravaine almost paternal--or rather, avuncular--in his protection of Morgana? He doesn't scheme to share her power, future, or bed. Instead he serves her with slavish obedience, never advancing a personal motive. I don't buy the bad romance theory. There's just no evidence, and a lot of acting choices that point away from it too. It would have been easy to show amorous intentions, but instead all we get is total loyalty, unwavering devotion.

Okay, so what's left? Maybe Agravaine secretly blames Arthur for the death of Igraine, like Uther not-so-secretly does? I don't buy it. First of all, Uther blames Arthur because he knows himself to be responsible for his wife's death. But also, would Tristan duBois have fought Uther to the death if he didn't suspect Uther of personal responsibility for Igraine's death? Uther, not Arthur. And if Tristan was willing to challenge Uther and ultimately die to avenge his sister, doesn't it seem likely he would have shared his motivation and suspicions (or knowledge) with baby brother? There's every reason for Agravaine to hate Uther and stay away from Camelot until he kicks it, and every reason for him to want to support Igraine's child. Only irrational blame for an infant remains as a remotely plausible excuse for engaging in whole-ass treason from right in the heart of Camelot, where it would be most easily traced back to Agravaine himself. Not very logical, and certainly not very self-protective. And it still doesn't explain Morgana. Did he take out a "want ad" looking for co-conspirators with a legitimate claim to the throne? Makes no sense.

Now forget all that mess and consider this version of the story:

Agravaine couldn't save his sister or his brother from Uther's ruthless self-interest. That's all the family he had--except for the child Igraine gave her life to bring into the world. While Uther lived, Agravaine couldn't do anything for the boy. But with the news of Uther's death? Loyal, loving, bereaved Agravaine duBois rides straight for Camelot to support his nephew, the young King Arthur.

Doubtless Agravaine would have reached out to Arthur and announced his intentions, and we know Morgana's intel and espionage game is solid. She's obsessed with Arthur. She would know he was about to receive support from a powerful ally, precisly when she'd hoped to find him at his weakest.

So she ambushes Agravaine and gives him the snake treatment. It's even possible that, because she had him under the fomorrah's control for weeks or months compared to Merlin's mere days, that even the eventual destruction of the mother beast would have come too late to save Agravaine from her control. (I mean, Agravaine wasn't the greatest warlock to ever live/the embodiment of Magic itself. He was just some guy who had lost a lot of family and had no idea that Morgana would turn him into a weapon to ruin the very last person he'd ever want to harm. He had no warning and no defense against Morgana’s power.)

In many ways, Agravaine never met his nephew, and Arthur never knew that he so had a living family member who truly cared for and was loyal to him.

And I think Agravaine would have been loyal. I think the devotion we see him show Morgana was stolen from Arthur. She would have taken cruel pleasure in robbing Arthur of that, and we see how deeply it wounded Arthur to discover that he'd been betrayed again, by his mother's kin, no less.

So that's my theory. If I could blaze a post to Merlin blogs only, I would blaze this one because it drives me crazy. Watch season 4 again and notice all the tiny acting choices that Nathaniel Parker makes. He feels creepy because he doesn't make sense. There are moments when I swear you can see something lost and confused behind his eyes. He bestows on Morgana the loyalty he intended for Arthur, but on some level, he knows something is wrong.

But this is why I believe Agravaine to be such a tragic character: he *doesn't* make sense, and deep down, some part of him feels it. Only Agravaine doesn't have anyone in Camelot who knows him, as Gwen and Gaius know Merlin. There is no one to save Agravaine. And so he will always be remembered as the worst kind of traitor, both to his nephew and to his beloved sister's memory.

Ultimately, Agravaine is just another casualty in a war that isn't even of Morgana’s making. It is Uther Pendragon-- with his guilt, his fear, and his selfishness--who poisons his children's lives and brings Camelot to the brink of destruction.

Tl;dr - Agravaine is not the villain. He is the victim.

I love how the Merlin fandom doesn’t agree on everything, but we all can agree that Agravaine is a slimy bastard

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Idol Crush! [46]

► FORTY SIX: make it official bro (smau + written [1. 5k words] + smau)

"I think Y/N's mad at me." Jungwon says frowning, his eyes still trained on his phone. Or scratch that, he knew that you were mad at him - and frankly, you had every right to be.

His "it's complicated" excuse sounded like bullshit even to his own ears.

Sunoo looks up from his own phone and spares the younger boy a curious glance, a feeling of sympathy rising within him as he continues to watch Jungwon deflate, "Why? Did you did you do something wrong?" 

As far as Sunoo was concerned, you being mad at Jungwon didn’t even sound plausible. The two of you had been seeing each other for roughly 3 months now and everything was going great. 

Sure, there were times when you visited the dorms and Sunoo and the rest of the boys had to witness you and Jungwon having a few petty arguments (if he could even call them arguments) . But it was almost always over within ten minutes and then followed by a nauseating battle of “No, I’m the one who should be apologising first”.

This time, however, it seemed a bit different. Jungwon actually looked a bit distressed.

"I think,” Jungwon murmurs, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while he rapidly tries to type out another message to you, “it's because I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet..."

To be honest, he didn't think it was because he didn't ask you to be his girlfriend yet. He knew it was because of that.

The boy’s still in the process of figuring out what to say to in an attempt to remedy the situation- typing, deleting and then retyping a flurry of unsent text messages- when suddenly his phone is snatched out of his hands by Sunoo. 

The older boy levels him with a look of plain disbelief, "What do you mean you haven't asked her yet? I thought you guys were dating already!" 

Flipping Jungwon's phone around - and not necessarily caring about invading his friend’s privacy- Sunoo allows his eyes to roam over the screen, a mixture of a gasp and scoff leaving his lips as he reads through the messages, "Oh, there is no way you're this clueless about love." 

"It's not that I'm clueless, okay" Jungwon defends, “It just... Things have been going so amazing with Y/N these past few months. We meet up whenever we're free, we go on dates, we enjoy each other's company…In my head we’re already a couple; so I guess I just didn't feel the need to have the whole "girlfriend boyfriend" talk with her... " 

The words coming out of Jungwon’s mouth weren't necessarily a lie - but it was just a very very small part of a much bigger truth. And the truth of the matter is this: Jungwon is scared. 

He's brave enough to perform in front of thousands of people. He could withstand the harshest criticism from his vocal teachers and dance coaches. He could even steal Sunoo’s fancy skincare products without batting a damn eyelash…

But officially asking you to be his girlfriend? For a multitude of reasons, it was both a thrilling and terrifying thought to think of.

Sunoo gives the boy in front of him a long, hard stare before rolling his eyes, "You’re so hopeless.”

Jay chooses that exact moment to walk in groggily, still dressed in his pajamas even though it was nearing the afternoon.

“Who’s hopeless?” he asks, sharp eyes automatically surveying the empty lounge just to see that it's only occupied with himself, Sunoo and…Jungwon.

“Oh, nevermind. It’s probably loverboy over there.”

If it’s possible, Jungwon only deflates further.

“Not much of a loverboy if we’re being serious,” Sunoo snorts, “He and Y/N aren’t even officially dating yet.”

Jay’s hands pause their action of rubbing his eyes. He could hardly believe his ears, “...What?”

“Yeah.” Sunoo all but shoves Jungwon’s phone into Jay’s face, who squints as he reads the conversation. After he's done, he instantly drags his eyes over to look at Jungwon who’s sitting crossed-legged on the couch, “Seriously?”

“I’ll talk to her.”

“Yeah, you better.”

A cool and gentle breeze ruffles Jungwon’s hair as he stands a good distance away from a group of buildings. Said buildings had become increasingly familiar to him over the past few weeks, given that he became a regular visitor to the place, though, he had never once show up without your permission.

It was the residential complex that housed your dorms.

He had sent you a short text message a few minutes ago telling you to come outside, but the fact that you were taking so long was starting to unnerve him. Were you even at home or what?

The streets were completely empty, save for a few people who were speed-walking to get home. But the slim chance that someone would recognise him - even in the dim lighting of the dark - set him on edge. He had seen himself in enough tabloid articles to last him a lifetime.

Additionally, the thought that you were still frustrated at him and simply just didn’t want to see him at all also ate away at his mind. You hadn't even responded back to his messages yet...

It’s another two minutes of waiting (though it feels much longer) before he finally sees your familiar figure jogging towards him. The sight of you makes him relax and the fact that you were unintentionally dressed similarly to him - in an oversized black t-shirt and sweats - makes his lips quirk up in a smile.

Of course, that smile drops off his face the instant you open your mouth.

“Hey, Bro.” your voice greets him and he resists the urge to roll his eyes at that stupid fucking nickname. He didn't want to let you know how much it irked him to hear it. Because if you did know how much it bothered him, you’d probably never stop calling him that just to mess with him.

“Are you wearing lipgloss?” is what he chooses to say instead of addressing your annoying choice of a pet name.

But also, he’s curious. Why were you wearing red lipgloss at almost 9pm at night and why did you have blush and concealer applied to your face? It looked messily blended too - almost like it was put on in a rush... Wait a minute.

Not even he can hide the self-satisfied grin that crawls up onto his face, “Did you put on make up for me?” he asks innocently.

“What? No. Of course not.” the way you almost spit the words out makes his eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Are you sure?”

Your spluttering and vehement denial is honestly all the answer he needs to be able to tell that you’re lying, but he’s having too much fun watching you squirm and dodging his eyes.

It almost makes him forget why he set up this little rendezvous with you in the first place - but the next few words that fall out of your mouth remind him instantly:

“Sorry,” you make a show of folding your arms in front of your chest, “I don’t put on makeup for my bros.” 

His grin is replaced by a crestfallen expression and he watches the way your turn your head from him to hide your smirk. If he wanted to tease you, fine. But you could tease him too. You didn’t know who the hell he thought he was fooling by trying to cover up the fact that the term “bro” was clearly making him upset.

Jungwon bites back an exasperated sigh and then pulls you to him. You’re trapped in a half hug - his arms circled around you while you stubbornly refuse to uncross your arms from their folded position. But his hugs are warm and familiar and you can't help but relent by leaning your head against his chest. It allows you to hear how fast his heart is beating.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he mumbles into your hair and you hum.

“Oh? And what exactly are you sorry for?”

He’s quiet for a second before he replies softly, “For akways making you do all the work in this relationship.”

Your arms unconsciously loosen to wrap around his waist. He...felt like you were doing all the work? 

“The reason I didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend is because, honestly, I don’t even know what it takes to be a boyfriend. I’ve never been in a relationship before... and I have no clue how any of this is supposed to work.” he admits.

“I’ve been so incredibly happy with you these past few months - the happiest I’ve been in a long time actually. But I’m just so scared that once we put a label on everything, there’ll be an added pressure and you’ll realise what a shitty boyfriend I might be.”

His confession has you blinking.

Once. Twice. And then thrice. 

Honestly, you’re torn between squeezing him in the tightest hug of his life and whacking him over the head with the nearest (non-violent) object you can find.

You have no idea which option to pick... so you decide to do both.

Jungwon feels your comforting embrace around him tightening and he melts into it a bit; trying to get comfortable by bending down slightly so he can rest his head on yours - but then you’re pushing him back and the next thing he knows is he’s feeling a light smack being delivered to the back of his head. 

Did you just hit him?

 “...Ow?”

“Yeah “ow”, I should’ve hit you harder.” you scowl and Jungwon frowns. Overall, he’s getting some pretty mixed signals here and it's messing with his head a bit. Were you mad at him or not?

“Jungwon, I’m new to the whole dating thing too, okay? I know how scary it is. But you can’t just go around assuming the worst of yourself! If I thought you were gonna be a bad boyfriend, I wouldn’t be standing in front of you in the first place.”

Jungwon avoids eye contact, waiting quietly for you to continue, “We’re going to make mistakes. And fight. And get a little angry at each other. And things aren’t always going to go our way... but that’s okay - it’s inevitable." you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"The important thing is that we can come together and talk out whatever's bothering us - just like we’re doing right now.”

Jungwon feels your arms wrap around him again and he leans into your hug, "Everything will be okay if we just learn to communicate properly, okay?"

Somehow, you had the ability to shrink all of his insecurities and make them feel trivial.

It was something only you could do - something he was so grateful for, because even amidst all of these new and foreign experiences, he knew that you’d always be there right next to him - holding his hand and reassuring him that in the end, everything would be okay.

And he wanted you to feel the same way about him too.

He wanted to be someone you could rely on - someone who provided you with as as much comfort as you provided him. He didn’t just want to take; he wanted to give too.

And if that meant he had to step out of his comfort zone and venture into new, undiscovered territory…Well, that was okay, as long as he had you by his side.

“Y/N, will you let me be your boyfriend?”

He feels you bury your head deeper into his chest, your face so warm he can feel it through the thin material of his sweater.

A muffled “yes” is your answer, followed by a shy, “Will you let me be your girlfriend?”

Jungwon smiles so hard he fears his face will split in two.

He unwraps his arms from around your shoulders so that he could use his hands to gently tilt back your head. He wanted to give his answer while looking into your pretty eyes. And he wanted you to look into his own eyes so that you could see the sincerity brimming in them, “Yes.”

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HSMTMTS 3x06 Review

Color War was the funniest ep of the season and set us up for the final arcs of the season. Let’s dig in!

The jokes were on fire tonight. Corbin telling Ricky his confession footage would be airing unless he praised Nickelodeon was my favourite line of the night. The sly bit about the colour war being so similar to the old Disney channel games was a close contender

It was wild to finally see the Camp Rock song they had released before the season premiered. It’s been quite odd how little they’ve used Meg Donnelly’s voice. One thing the song made clear is that someone on the writing staff realizes that Adrian Lyles has the strongest voice of the male cast; it really shines through tonight with the direct juxtaposition with Joshua Bassett’s voice

Nice to see Jet really get into the games to try and help fix things with Maddox but it’s realistic that she’s wary of how much he’s changed. Not really sure how Jet could have mistaken Maddison for a guys name but at least he’s not homophobic. Certainly Jet and Maddox have been much more well developed then any of the new characters introduced in S2 although it may not end up mattering at all if they don’t appear in S4. The only real plausible way to keep Jet around would be to have him transfer to East High since he could expelled but it’s pretty absurd to move two states over for high school and then what would be the excuse to send Maddox, who is presumably not expelled, to East High

The writers realized they went a little too far with Ricky and his feelings for Gina last ep so now he’s back to acting appropriately and for the moment not interfering with Portwell. Not to mention he continues to give Jet good advice to help fix things with Maddox but does so without overstepping. Seems obvious that his big idea is for Jet to bring Maddison back for the Prom so her and Maddox can set things aright

It’s always been extremely obvious when the writers are working backwards from a desired endpoint; they’ve never cared or been able to hide their plot contrivances. Clearly they’re working backwards from a Portwell breakup by the end of the season. And with proper set up and pacing they could have set it up. Instead we’re getting a rushed mess. Even for teenagers it just doesn’t make sense for a seemingly solid relationship to fall apart in a week or so. Certainly they have issues but they have less than a week left at camp which means the end of the major drain on EJ’s time and focus. And EJ does have a point that this documentary succeeding is probably his only chance to convince his dad to let him stay in Salt Lake which is also what Gina wants

But of course, the spark has to be gone because the plot demands it and Ricky is eagerly waiting in the wings. The no dates to prom rule is laughable. Just go as a couple! Who’s going to stop them? What even would be the consequences? 

I was really happy to see the progress with Ashlyn’s story line tonight and her realization at the end that she has a crush on Val. Also neat to learn that Ashlyn is Jewish, must be from her mother’s side of the family 

Wild that this is the second time someone was knocked out and had a fantasy musical sequence with an original High School Musical cast member before Carlos slaps them awake

Nice to see Miss Jenn again. Depending on how things shake out for EJ after this season, this may have been a final farewell between them

I actually thought Mike Bowen gifting Ricky a piece of moon rock was a sweet gift especially since he knows all about Ricky’s bucket list. Though I still don’t get how Ricky could be turning 18 before he even starts his 12th grade year. Here in the barren northlands the earliest you could turn 18 would be the January of your 12th grade year ie. well after it’s already started

Looking Ahead: 

It’s interesting that they’ve gone the route of Ricky knowing that the confession was caught on camera rather than just having the audience know. I would assume that the confession ties into a cliffhanger of sorts at the end of S3. Since Ricky knows he was filmed there’s really only two ways to play it: Ricky confesses to Gina before the film would be played (or at least before he thinks it’s going to be played) or Ricky attempts to destroy the footage which backfires somehow and leads to Gina seeing it

Since it looks likely that Maddox and Maddison get back together at the Prom, there’s a good chance that the Prom is where Portwell breaks up or at least leads directly to it since the angst would be well balanced with joy

Jet helping Maddox with Maddison will probably do the trick the reconcile them which is also a way to wrap up their story arc in case they’re never seen again

I don’t think they’re gonna have Redlyn breakup since that would fall perilously close to the cheating bisexual trope but it should be an interesting conversation between them when he eventually shows up

As an aside, it’s interesting that the Rina leaker has had very accurate information about the events of the season but has been off on the timing a few times now. It suggests that they didn’t have direct access to the scripts or at least didn’t have direct access to all of them

Until next week, Wildcats

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ok ok so can you write a nsfw about armin being a little jealous about your outfit before a party and fucking you stupid until you can’t speak to let you know you’re his😋😋

thank youuu

speak up;

❥ armin x reader | nsfw | 2.5k words

❥ content: choking, semi-public sex, armin is a menace, armin is also a sneaky bitch, armin gets jealous🙄

armin didn't like the eyes on you.

they were too many people rubbing against you. he could practically feel the sweat rubbing against your skin as you danced with the crowd, the people stepping on your own pretty toes, and he could almost hear the slosh of people's drinks in their cups as they moved around the floor.

armin never really had a problem with eyes on you, as a matter of fact— it always made him feel a small sense of bashful pride. it was like recognition that yes, him, armin arlert had you in his hands. that you were his, and he took pride in that, he loved to show you off in the most subtle ways, and loved hearing compliments about you from others.

but today was a little different, for one, he didn't want to be at this party. he was only there because you and eren had dragged him to it. the two of them claimed that it'd be nice to see him out for a little bit and not in the comfort of his dorm, as if he never got out. he was sure they failed to realize that he out of all their friends was the one most likely to agree to any gathering they wanted to go to. that he was usually present, and happy to come along.  

you tried dragging him out to the crowd with you but he was fine with where he sat next to mikasa and jean. he kept his eye on you though, watching the way your hips moved with the music and the way your face was graced with this constant smile. you were clearly enjoying yourself, clearly enjoying yourself maybe a little too much that you weren't aware of the guy behind you, smiling back down at you with his drink in hand, the liquid in the cup too close to tipping over and spilling on you.

it'd be a shame if it did, you looked too pretty. your dress was too pretty. it came up mid thigh, a pretty baby blue color that complimented your skin all too well— not to mention his favorite color of the lot. the dress showed your cleavage coming down to reveal a bit of your stomach just between your breasts while the sleeves and the rest of the dress were tight around your body.

armin remembered complimenting you on your attire just earlier before the party, giving you a sweet smile and telling you how beautiful you looked. but now, since he wasn't enjoying his self it was a shame that other people got to enjoy how good you looked and he didn't. that other people got to be so close to you, feeling the fabric of your dress against their skin and not his.

armin didn't like sharing. what was his was his, and he didn't see a reason it had to be anyone else's.

he almost wanted the guy next to you to spill his drink over you so he had a reason to drag you to the bathroom, and help you get cleaned up. scold you for being too close to everyone else, although there wasn't necessarily an issue with that, he knew that if he selected his words carefully he could make even the dumbest things come from his mouth sound plausible.

maybe if he stared long enough the cup would tilt over.

"armin, are you okay?" his head whipped to the side, practically jolting at the sound of his name. he was clearly too caught up in his own thoughts, and mikasa must've caught him staring a little too hard your way.

he blinked a couple times, rubbings up and down his arms from where they were leaned forward on the table, collecting himself. he smiled at mikasa, nodding his head. "yeah! i'm fine, why what's up? are you okay?"

mikasa studied armin for a couple seconds before clearing her throat and reaching for her drink seated in front of her. she took a couple sips of the clear liquid, shaking her head as the drink washed down her throat before setting it down on the table with a reciprocating nod. her cheeks were slightly flushed, maybe from the temperature of the room, or the alcohol in her system. armin couldn't figure why as he was too lost in his own head only moments before. "yes, i'm fine. you looked a little upset."

"really?" was he that obvious? "me? upset? i've just been sitting here, i'm not upset."

"well, i know you didn't want to come, so i was just checking up on you."

armin hummed in response. she wasn't wrong, he didn’t want to be here. mikasa was just as observant as armin, so he let the conversation go, something else was occupying his thoughts anyways.

when he turned his head back to where you were previously dancing you weren't there anymore— neither was the guy you were dancing with, and armin's eyebrows came together, clear confusion dancing across his face while the cogs in his brain worked.

he glanced back towards mikasa, pushing his chair back and standing up. "where's _____?"

she fiddled with the handle of the glass in front of her, shaking her head at armin. "she went to the bathroom when we were talking."

armin breathed out a sigh of relief. how did he miss that? he wasn't insecure, no— it's just that there's a plethora of things that could've happened to you of course, the world was a crazy place after all. he found comfort in knowing you weren't too far from him. he trusted you, yes, but sometimes the thoughts in the back of his head made out the worst outcomes.

"thanks, i'll be right back. i have to use the bathroom too."

armin hadn't drank anything all night, actually, and mikasa knew this. there wasn't even a glass seated in front of him like her, but she brushed it off, averting her attention back to jean next to her.

the blonde swiftly made his way around the crowd of people until his hands were smoothing over the front door of the bathrooms. he saw the sign— there was a clear stick figure symbol of a woman on the door but he put the thought to the back of his mind. he already was making up an excuse if anyone had asked, although he knew that there'd be a rare chance of anyone else in the bathroom with you.

you didn't bother glancing to see who was at the door of the bathroom, continuing to dry your hands at the hand dryer. you couldn't help but remember when armin told you that hand dryers were actually less sanitary than drying with actual paper towels. the thought made you giggle to yourself.

you hadn't really seen armin all night, but you also didn't have to worry about this too much, as you looked to the side, armin's figure stalking towards you in the long mirror above the sinks.

you practically jumped out your skin, not expecting armin to be in the bathroom with you. you weren't even worried about the fact that he was in the women's bathroom yet, just the fact that the second your boyfriend was on your mind he was creeping up on you.

"armin!" you sighed, turning around and dragging your hands down the sides of your dress to rid your hands of the excess moisture. "what are you doing in here?"

armin looked up to the ceiling for a brief moment before grabbing your hand, pulling you more towards him. "what are you doing in here? isn't this the men's bathroom?"

you shook your head at armin, pressing yourself against his chest. you really did miss him, you felt away from him for almost too long. "did you read the sign? this is the girls bathroom, hon."

"must've missed it." he murmured, hand smoothing over the back of your dress. "you know what else i missed?" when your head lifted off his chest to look up at him he moved both of his hands to your sides, softly pushing you backwards until your backside was met with the counter of the sink.

"me?"

"you."

his lips pressed against your own, only a quick peck at first, a smile gracing his face at the simple gesture. your eyes dart towards the door for a second but before you could say anything armin connected his lips with yours again, taking your jaw between his cold slender fingers.

you could feel the soft locks of his hair on your forehead, and smell the familiar scent of fresh linen drifting off of him. it was comforting being in his presence again, almost like all your thoughts melted away whenever he came around. he brought a sense of security with him— you almost were no longer worried about someone walking in. of course the thought did still linger on your mind.

his tongue slipped into your mouth as he held your jaw gently before kissing the corner of your lips, your cheek and then your ear, turning your body around, the two of you facing the mirror. he pressed up against your backside, his lips pecking your neck before resting on your shoulder for a brief moment. "missed you so much."

"missed you too, min." his hand teased its way down the slit between your breasts, finger tips grazing over the soft fabric of your dress, you could feel them oh so gently over your skin, as if he was trying to be gentle with you. his head buried into your neck, inhaling your smell and relishing in the feeling of you against him. you were thankful to be with him once more, but you could tell he wanted something more just by the way his body slotted with yours. "but, not here."

armin pouted, hands dancing their way down to your thighs until they were pulling at the hem of your dress, simply snapping it against your skin over and over again. "come on, nobody will come in." he stared at you through the mirror, grinning at you while his blue eyes steadied on yours. they reminded you of the dress that was clad against your body, such a pretty shade. "plus you look beautiful, baby."

with the way armin peppered your neck in kisses you almost didn't realize the way your dress began to slide up your thighs and over your ass, until you felt armin's hands palming the soft plush of your thighs, a content hum rumbling deep in his throat.

you knew he was hard to stop once he started, he was clearly a little desperate to have you— although you weren't sure why. it wasn't usual for him to be so eager to have his hands on you, for him to be so touchy. he knew your personal space and your boundaries; not that he was pushing them, it was just odd to see him so bound on being close to you like this.

"thank you," you tried to further push the thought of the door opening at any second to the back of your brain while armin payed attention to your lower half. his hands tickled your sides as he pulled your underwear down by hooking his finger the band and pulling until they were dropping to your ankles, your body shuddering at the cold air meeting your cunt. "armin—"

"so beautiful." his gaze was trained on you, glistening with your slick, and his hand pushed your back further down until you were leaning against the sink counter, armin's hands working at your ass. "gonna make you feel so good, right? want me to make you feel good?"

when you felt his thumb prod at your entrance, and the fumble of his belt and jeans you let out a small gasp, immediately biting your lip and answering with an "mhm" which he took as an okay. once his pants were gathered around his waist he wasted no time lining himself up with you, inching his way in with a loud groan that he was sure nobody could hear over the music just outside the bathrooms.

armin wasn't afraid of getting caught, it was something he liked about the thought of it— the thought of someone, anyone walking into him fucking you hard, your body bent over the sink counter. it would only go to show that it was and would always be him fucking you, not some random intoxicated guy who managed to get behind you on the floor, not anybody, just him.

he didn't even realize that he was fucking into you harder, faster, until he heard cut up whimpers of his name from you, your hand reaching back to try to grab at his thigh. "armin," you managed to get out as you watched him through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours. "fuck."

the sight was nice, blonde hairs that hugged his forehead bouncing with every one of his thrusts, a blush crawling over his porcelain skin with one of his hands on your hips pulling you back on him and the other pressing into the small of your back.

your lips were parted, tits jumping with every stroke of his as you laid your head against your arm that was folded underneath you, taking armin almost effortlessly as if he was made for you. it felt so good, like he said it would, and you didn't doubt him for a second. he always knew how to fuck you just right, how to make you dumb just from his cock, no matter the occasion.

he grabbed your hand trying to reach for him and folded it over your back where his hand was previously. seeing you held down under him, for him, made something twist in his stomach, his dick twitching from inside you.

you winced at the angle, opening your mouth to speak but nothing coming out. armin spoke for you though, leaning down to your ear, only causing you to wince from the strain on your arm. "what's that?"

your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation, him stretching you out nicely, pulling out until you were only full with his tip until pushing in deep, sliding against your walls. his hips met your ass with every thrust and you let out a broken moan when he used his free hand to wrap around the back of your neck and pull you up until his breath could be felt against your ear. "you wanted to say something?" the new angle made his cock rub against that sweet spot inside of you, and when your body jerked the first time he hit it, he chuckled.

"min," you groaned, eyes fluttering to watch him fuck you from the mirror. his balls slapped against your ass every time he pumped into you, and you let your eyes roll back and shut again. you could barely form words, you knew your sentence would be jumbled. you knew it wouldn't come out right and armin felt pride in that.

"speak up, i can't hear you..." his voice still held that sweet undertone, almost condescending how he spoke to you. like he knew the affect he had, he knew how well he was fucking you. he let go of your arm and moved his hand to pull the slit of the dress to the side, one of your tits falling out, and armin letting his hand knead the soft flesh, giving him more leverage and pulling you closer to him. "am i fucking you that stupid that you can't even speak?"

with the way he spoke dirty in your ear, how he toyed with your sensitive buds, the way your slick pooled between your legs, and the way he used you how he wanted, attacking your neck with more kisses. soft pink lips sucking at your skin, nibbling and pulling with his teeth, it was all overwhelming. pleasure flood your body, and before you knew it you were tumbling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

"armin!" was what you said when it hit you, squeezing around him too tight for his comfort, but he didn't slow down, continuing to fuck into you without faltering too much.

he was close himself, lip between his teeth to not make too much noise. but when he looked into the mirror and saw your fucked out expression as you continued to grind against him while riding out your orgasm, it seemed you were almost asking for more. he came abruptly, eyes widening as he shot into you, his cum hitting your cervix. he was not expecting to come right then and there.

another soft moan left your mouth that was barely audible over armin's own moans. "god, baby..." he panted, trying to catch his breath. his orgasm was intense, his body feeling ahead of his mind— like he needed to catch up to it as he was moving too fast and on his own when he was fucking you.

"i need more," you were still swiveling your hips against armin's, your hand that wasn't sitting behind your back toying at your clit as you stared at him with that same desperation he had earlier. now he had you hooked, and with the way his cock sat inside you, yes, you wanted more from him.

you were needy now, and armin had no problem giving you more either— after all you were his to pleasure and be pleasured.

his chest was still rising up and down as he tucked himself in quickly, helping you pull your own underwear up and your dress back down over your ass and over your breasts.

"let's get out of here and you can have more."

[fadebolt]

Alright, so it seems like we're getting a matchup between two rooms that are actually semi comparable, as they're both fairly regular rooms that don't have too much in terms of gameplay, but are very well liked for the other things they offer instead.

Though that is kind of a half truth, because I01 does have a bunch of platforming, and it's all pretty well thought out, at that.

When you first enter this area, trying to pass through it feels… somewhat strange. It is unusually large, compared to most other rooms you've seen before, and the way everything is laid out feels weirdly off, but you just can't quite put your finger on the 'why'.

Of course, once you visit the other iterator area, the unusual layout of this place will immediately make a lot more sense. And I find it impressive how the devs managed to create such a large room that succeeds at both feeling like it was originally made with zero gravity in mind, while also making sure that actually traversing it in normal gravity is still interesting, and not overly difficult, nor annoying.

Of course, there's some more aspects to it, that I also appreciate.

For example, the pearls. As we all know, Looks to the Moon has the ability to talk about the things the players bring to her, so it was a pretty clever decision to put a colored pearl to this room, along with a bunch of uncolored ones. This allows players to easily discover that pearls actually store data, which LttM can read - and that colored ones have a lot more written onto them.

They also chose to put the one about Sliver of Straw here, which I think was a good decision. There are a few other pearls that I would also consider important for the game's lore, but the SoS one is probably the most important, as the declaration of the Triple Affirmative was the inciting incident that resulted in the friction between our two mechanical demigods, and the terrible state they found themselves in.

So yeah, putting that one here was absolutely the right decision, especially since the was written by the Big Sister herself.

There's also some more minor things to note, such as the abundance of food in this room (meaning Neuron eaters have no excuse now), the well placed Safari unlockable, and….. Scavengers?

Yeah, that last one is a Downpour thing, most likely done to fix a minor plothole, where LttM would say that "The Scavengers do bring me things, occasionally" even though there were literally 0 Scavs in Shoreline, for all 3 of the playable Slugcats (and her memory is very bad, so her encounter with them had to be somewhat recent, which is just simply not plausible).

While this does fix that issue, it can be a bit of an annoyance, especially if your reputation with them isn't very good (so it's an especially big curse for Hunter…. as if Downpour needed to beat down the poor guy even more). However, I find them a lot less bothersome than the ones on The Wall, as the layout of this place makes them very easy to avoid. Not to mention, they often like to sit below that long horizontal pole, so you could actually farm reputation very safely, by just dropping some pearls on them.

As for the other option, we go away from a large platforming focused water area, to a smaller, and more cinematic place that is high up in the sky.

Initially, A07 was just an unlockable/colored pearl room. And there's nothing wrong with that, as there are still plenty of rooms in many different regions that only exist to have things players can find and collect (A10 from Chimney Canopy is the perfect example here).

And it makes sense to have places like these. It gives the completionists new things to discover. Rooms that they would never enter before, are now the key locations they must reach. And that's really all the entire subregion of Communications Array was - a place where completionists go to collect something, only to never return again.

But then Downpour came in, and asked a pretty interesting question: Since people seem to really enjoy the visuals and platforming of that subregion, what if we made it actually important in one of our campaigns?

Well, as it turned out, people loved it, and were very much on-board with the idea (even though the Spearmaster pearl quest wasn't received with overwhelming positivity, but from what I've seen, the role/use of CA was genuinely appreciated). And I'm gonna be honest, this place was absolutely the perfect choice for Spearmaster's ending sequence.

Are there some other rooms that also would have worked fine? Maybe. But you can't deny that it was quite effective, especially with the camera being able to move up, and show all the other iterators, as LttM is thanking them for caring about her. This just wouldn't have been achievable if the communication tower was in, say, Garbage Wastes.

As for the actual design, I'm….. actually kind of indifferent. It is good, absolutely, but I just find it quite difficult see what makes it so special in the eyes of many. You could say it's an aesthetic preference thing, but I do genuinely love overly tall mechanical towers that reach into the clouds, this one just fails to incite the same feelings in me, that they usually do.

So I think I'm sticking with I01 on this one, mainly because it is a lot more important, not just to me, but to the journeys of most other players, especially pre-Downpour ones. It is interesting to see that A07 is actually winning here. You could partially attribute that the voters in general really liking these bright sunny areas like Outer Expanse and Sky Islands, but this is also a very special room. It does many things very well, and if you're already a Sky Islands fan, you're going to absolutely love it. I just happen to be someone isn't a SI fan, so getting me to vote for one of its rooms can be quite tricky (though I have actually given votes to SI before, cus it did often earn it).

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 287 R5

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 286 winners!

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