#Is the thunder wimpy

[whyhasgodkilledme]

day 6 thunderstorm

[dreamauri]

‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part eleven !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . after the rain there will always be a rainbow, waiting just for you ) ┊ genre . . . fluff / sad ) ╰╮ warning . . . google translated german )

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early November 2006 — Stuttgart Germany

"Ich bin verängstigt." [im scared] It was easy for your opponents to see the glint of fear in your eyes when you passed, something that would give them an advantage in the next 15 minutes. It was raining heavily with 75% chance of lighting. You walked under the umbrella through to where your kart was waiting for you, holding hands with your dad.

Leon crouched in front of you, putting both his warm hands on your colder cheeks. "Es gibt nichts, wovor du Angst haben musst, mein Herz." [there's nothing to be scared of, my heart] He pulled you in a gentle hug which you returned immediately. Gripping the material of his shirt, you did your best to even your breath to match your father's while he rubbed your back in a comforting manner. "Deine Mutter ist hier bei dir. Erinnere dich daran, was sie gesagt hat. "[your mother is here with you. remember what she said]

You hummed nodding, pulling away from the hug but still sticking close to your father. "Ich vertraue dir, meine Sonnenblume. Ich habe keinen Zweifel daran, dass Sie Ihr volles Potenzial entfalten werden." [i have faith in you, my sunflower. i have no doubt that you will preform to your full potential]

"Und selbst wenn du es nicht tust, ist es mir egal, solange du sicher zu mir zurückkehrst." [and even if you don't, I don't care as long as you return to me safe] He lifted you gently from your waist, setting you in your kart, helping you with your helmet and straps.

"Komm zu mir zurück." [come back to me] He put your hand on his heart, using his other hand to pull your helmet to press against his head gently. "Versprich mir, dass du in Sicherheit bleibst." [promise me you'll stay safe] "Ich verspreche." [i promise]

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"I am where the rain follows." You mumbled to yourself. There was barely a view to look at from the window of your driver's room, yet the FiA still enforced the race.

'You still remember that?' Looking back in the mirror, other you was laying on the couch reading through diary of a wimpy kid. "Well, yeah." You fiddled with your fingers nervously.

Driving in the rain or snow was never a problem for you. Never ever. But why were you so nervous now? Walking beside your engineer as coffin nails played in your ear, you looked up at the cloud nervously. People roaming around can smell the fear off of your skin, like hungry sharks waiting to see your downfall.

It wasn't helping. Your heart beat and breathing were picking up as the harsh sound from the clouds penetrated past your headphones with each strike. You didn't like that sound. The movements you were inducing to the rubics cube in your hand increasing in speed with each step and each beat of thunder.

You found your self whimpering, heaving, pulling against your performance coach who tried to carry and put you in the car like a 5 year old ( since you tried to argue your way out ). You didn't want to. And you looked absolutely ridiculous.

Commentator, celebrities, and other drivers alike stopped to watch your struggle to escape and fail miserably.

"It's lights out and away we go."

1 :: a panic attack. You were having a panic attack. Holding P2 against your older brother and attacking Max for P1.

The sky was only dripping despite the occasional roar that made you flinch and jump in your seat. Your lungs were heavy, too heavy to the point you had to remind your self to breath.

26 :: "The rain is picking up, we are going to box for intermediates. inters. We're boxing for inters." "NO NO. SOFTS SOFTS SOFTS SOFTS. BOXING FOR SOFTS. BOXING FOR SOF-"

The whole grid thought you were crazy ( you were, there's no denying that ) as they listened to the speakers beep and your voice plead for the insane request.

"Softs? Y/N it is raining heavily. We are boxing for inters-" "WE ARE BOXING FOR SOFT-" Meike ( a few cars behind you ), who was following along with the conversation, felt himself flinch hearing your scream over the lightning strikes. Your sobs followed soon after and the radio was cut off ( to salvage the bits of reputation you had left ).

42 :: you couldn't stop crying. Like a seven year old that was hiding under her bed, scared from the sky's noise. Your teem wheeled you into the garage for red flag while you leaned your head in your hands, trying to shut yourself up. You did end up on softs, and in your opinion, it was the best decision you took yet.

You weren't sliding out gliding, you were using the rain to your advantage. There was practically no friction and you were flying past all the other cars, minus Killian and Meike, who like the crazy assholes were ( half-struggling ) on slicks because risking your life was genetical.

"You want tooo . . . hop out maybe? It's good weather for hot chocolate" "—No." You sniffled through the radio, feeling your heart rate pick up and body flinch from the increasing amount of lighting strikes. "Hey, Y/N—" "I got it." "Excuse— Hey!—" Your PR, who had come in attempt to comfort you tried to hold her ground against your father, who was pushing her away. Everyone in the garage stopped to watch the five-time world champion, totally out of habitat. Maybe they could sue and money off of him?

"Sir—" "Can I not get a moment with my daughter?" He was too scary for her to deal with. She had to stand a few feet away, watching in case she had to step in and kick him out ( it would be a dream come true for most people, to have that power over leon kraus, cause who wouldn't want to kick him out? ).

Max and Killian, who were jogging over from the same direction, froze in shock at the edge of your garage ( joined by Meike who was just gave a jealous frown ) upon seeing you sobbing form in your father's arms, who pat your back gently and took your helmet off. "I think he might have been reserving the soft dad energy for his sunflower." "He calls her sunflower?" Max looked between you and Killian confused.

"I didn't even know he was here." Meike gave a shrug to Max before making a beeline to join his twin and father. "I thought they weren't on good terms." Max questioned, leaning on one legs and raising his eyebrows surprised, watching you pull your twin ( more like tug because you grabbed him full force ) on the floor with you to join the hug.

"Well, that's a family meeting." Killian nodded, patting Max's shoulder firmly, looking him deep in his eyes. "We are still going to talk about Monaco. You're a dead man, Verstappen." He ( not ) joked as he walked to join the hug where he was also forcibly pulled in by you.

Max stood awkwardly on the side, waiting for his turn to hug you ( which sadly like for two seconds before the restart ).

68 :: "Is Meike okay?" You asked through sniffles as you passed your brother glided out on a corner. "He's still in, 5 seconds behind." "Ok, ok." You nodded, trying to even your breath. "You are currently P3, 9.5 seconds behind Killian. There are two more laps left, you have pace. Please try to—" "IM P3?" Your engineer flinched at the loud noise, watching you with a deep sigh as you passed in front of him, overtaking the Mercedes.

final lap :: "YAAAA!" You were still crying ( slightly, just the tears and sniffles ) as you drove to finish line, wheel to wheel with your older brother. And although you remained in P3 after a mistake around the hair pin, you were on the podium, in an Alpha Tauri mind you.

"What a drive." You heard over the speakers as you jumped out of your car. Pulling your balaclava, tears continued to stream down your eyes, happy one this time as you walked to your father, who was quietly waiting for you among your crew.

"Warum weinst du? Es ist keine Zeit zum Weinen." [why are you crying? there's no time to cry] He lightly scolded, wiping your tears with a towel ( that he hasn't been keeping warm and dry in the rain for you ). "Gehen. Bevor Sie eine Erkältung bekommen." [go. before you get a cold] He shooed, droping the towel on your wet hair.

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"If I had to chose, I'd go with turn 10— Max!" Your eyes visibly brightened as you saw the blond come up from behind you. "I was looking for you." He returned your smile as you turned to face him. "Sorry," He apologized to the interviewer with a small smile as he pulled you in a hug.

Your heads went both directions and you were quick to pull away with a laugh before things got recorded on camera. "Oops—" You chuckled, laying your head on his other, shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. "We almost kissed each other." His voice was faint but his eyes were bright and it was clear he felt joy with you in his arms, his body flush against yours. "That was very close," He patted you back chuckling. "But there's nothing wrong with that."

"Max!" You pulled away, smacking his chest embarrassed. "You're dead!" You both turned to see Meike hopping over the fence. "Sorry." Max waved at the interviewer before throwing you over his shoulder and making an escape.

The other drivers couldn't help but stop and watch as Yuki, Meike and Killian chased Max in circles with you laughing and dangling from his shoulder. You looked . . . happier. Brighter was the word. Sure you were crying a few hours ago but it was a different type of crying. Some drivers who raced against you before 2023 could recognize you. It was nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Properly meet you.

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"What'd you get?" You peaked over his shoulder, looking at the box in his hands. "I'm not sharing." Max pulled the box out of your reach when you tried to pull a fry out of the shawarma box. "What did you get?" He turned the question around and showed him the beef carpaccio you somehow salvadged.

The two of you held intense eye contact before ultimately deciding to share. You leaned your head on his shoulder, watching the lights from the water fall change colours. Max had rented out a car and drove with you to Niagara falls ( again ). It was different this time, the way he held your hands or the way you two sang songs together while you sat on the hood.

You liked this. You felt . . . very comfortable with Max. Never in your life had you thought the young boy you shared all your podiums with would be the one you sneaked kisses to before retreating to your hotel room to shower.

Only to meet up with him again in secret and drive to another province in the middle of the night to watch the waterfall while sharing food. The thought or idea of you sneaking back into the hotel with max, dragging him down the hall as you tried to supress your giggles. Fumbling for the correct key card and jumping in his room were he littered your face and skin with kisses and love bites.

You loved Max, didn't you.

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[dragon-ascent]

Withdrawal

Zhongli stops helping with your commissions for a bit, and you realise just how exposed you feel without him by your side.

★彡Fluff, fun stuff, purely sfw

(Totally not inspired by me temporarily taking Zhongli off the team for the first time since getting him)

Zhongli does enjoy accompanying you on your commissions when he has the time to; spending time with you is all he could ask for.

He does notice how much you depend on him for even the littlest things, though.

“Zhongli, jade shield now!”

...And it’s a group of slimes minding their own business.

“Zhongli! Launch your meteor!”

...And there’s just hilichurl towers standing innocuously. 

“Zhongli, this is a task only you can do!”

…And it’s just to race against a little boy in the desert.

One day, as you leap into his arms in a panic, he decides - literally and figuratively - you need to stand on your own two feet again.

“Zhongli!” you exclaim, “shield! Put up the shield!”

Instead of doing as told like he usually does, this time he shakes his head. “This commission requires you to bounce on mushrooms,” he says, incredulous. “I assure you, my love, my assistance is not required.”

“What if we run into danger while bouncing around?!” you cry, almost hysterical.

Zhongli, bemused, replies, “We have been doing this very commission for weeks now without much issue. And should danger ever come knocking, you are more than capable of handling it alone.”

You huff. “But it feels way safer when I’m protected by you...”

He can’t lie; that statement warms his heart a bit, but he holds his ground firmly. “Darling, before I began assisting you, you proved to be very capable and confident in yourself. This extreme reliance on me has dulled it considerably, hm?”

You scoff. “Whaaat? No, of course not. I’m not that reliant on you! I can totally do things on my own, the help you give is just for added comfort. I don’t actually need it!” You cross your arms indignantly.

He smiles, choosing to see where this goes. “Then, how about I stop assisting you for a bit,” he suggests, gently putting you down.

You roll your eyes and scoff again. “Pfft, yes, whatever. Makes no difference!”

“Really? Will you fare just fine without me?”

“Of course!”

“Very well. Tomorrow, I will not accompany you on your commissions.”

“Fine with me!”

xxx

You regret this decision the very next day.

Trudging along the plains, the first thing you’re aware of is how instead of a confident stride, you’re moving along with a nervous gait. Your steps are unsure, timid, wimpy even. For someone who’s able to fell a horde of Ruin Guards, you certainly don’t look the part.

“Aiyeeeh!” you jump back, startled, when you notice a hilichurl sleeping under a tree. “Zhongli, shield me please!”

It takes you a moment to remember he’s not here with you today. You swallow, tense, and think it best to simply tiptoe away-

The hilichurl jolts awake and trains its focus on you, its club raised. 

You stumble back before realising you have a weapon too, you can fight. Grumbling, you sidestep the hilichurl’s lunge and retaliate with a slash of your own, ending the fight in one hit. Sure, it was a simple fight, but it lacked the comfort of a shield.

Shaking your head vigorously, you continue on. The sky darkens before you know it, and the flash of lightning that follows signals dangerous terrain. You continue on, unbothered, knowing Zhongli will save you from getting struck-

Ah. Right. 

Switching from calm to panicked within a second, you run around like a headless chicken, hoping not to get struck. Screaming, you take cover in the nearest cave you see. Sliding down to the ground with a sigh, you decide to wait until the rumbles of thunder die down before continuing along.

Except, the rumbling doesn’t seem to come from thunder.

Freezing up, you glance into the darkness of the cave. A pair of glowing eyes meets yours, and the rumbles grow louder and more feral. 

From the shadows emerges an enraged Thunderhelm Lawachurl.

xxx

Since you lack a man named Zhongli on this unfortunate day, the fight takes much longer than usual. You had to rely on your own dodging and healing, even deciding at one point to simply retreat and run away, but you’re quite the stubborn one.

By the time you’re finished, the rain has stopped as well. Quickly, you make your way to one of the commissions you’d been assigned for the day. A group of eremites sits around a camp, huddled quite close and discussing something over a fire.

You purse your lips. Their position makes the perfect target for dropping a meteor and finishing them all off in one sweep. But of course, the meteor man is at home, and you are meteorless. With a pang you understand now just how much you rely on your Zhongli.

It isn’t just the shield or the meteor; you realise how much you miss the utility of his stone stele too. You recall fondly one time you two were exploring some ruins for a commission, and had heard the sound of a Ruin Guard starting up. But before you could react to this, its homing missiles appears out of the shadows, rocketing towards you with tremendous speed. 

Zhongli, sensing he would be a second too late if he summoned his shield now, settled for summoning his dominus lapidis, throwing his arms over you protectively and ducking behind the newly-created pillar. The missiles pummeled into it, sending vibrations through the pillar, but it stood tall and solid even so. Zhongli had been holding you securely throughout the ordeal, his breathing mingling with yours, peering cautiously beyond the pillar until he was sure it was safe for you.

His raw combat skills are always a sight to behold too. One time, you had been fighting a gang of treasure hoarders when one of them had managed to snipe you before Zhongli could put up his shield. It was just a scratch to your arm, nothing you couldn’t heal, but by archons had Zhongli lost it.

Eyes glowing, spear gleaming, he had beaten those men up like he needed to bring more revenue to the funeral parlor within the hour. 

Yes...you hate doing this without Zhongli. “Ugh!” you shout, furiously plowing through the eremites you’d been tasked to handle now. “Ugh! Ugh! I can’t do this anymore!” Sighing as you defeat the last of them, you vow never to do a single thing without your god around. 

xxx

“Zhongli,” you whine, thoroughly exhausted, crawling back to him in the evening. “I can’t do anything without you...”

He looks up from the book he’s been reading, a small smirk of triumph briefly appearing on his lips before he puts his book down and turns to you with his arms out, which you instantly barrel into.

“But, my dear, I see you’ve completed all your tasks for the day. It seems like you can do things without me, yes?” “But it just doesn’t feel right!” you answer unhappily. “It’s not the same without you. I’m so used to the comfort you give me, that I feel useless when I’m without you.”

Zhongli cups your face and gives you a tender kiss on the forehead. “Oh, darling,” he says. “Is this your way of being romantic?”

You grin. “You could say that. I neeeeed you, Zhongli! Because I loooove you!”

This earns you a soft chuckle from him. “I love you too, darling.” You giggle and nuzzle him happily, and the two of you stand there in each other’s presence before he speaks again. “All right. I shall continue to support you for as long as you wish, my love.”

“Yay!”

And thus you become even more blatantly reliant on Zhongli’s protection, but honestly, he doesn’t mind it too much - as long as he’s with you, he’s happy he can be someone you can lean on.

[britishassistant]

Soooo. Can I request a story? If so can the story be were in the superhero and super villain au were Malleus is fighting his heroes and his machines backfires (like dr. Doof) and it turns him into a baby version him

You finds him because they wanted to visit him and now they have to take care of a baby Malleus until the effects were off

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

What about while Yuu is in baby form, Tsunotaro is trying to make a machine to return them to their normal form once he’s stolen them back from Octo Dealer and Poison Queen.

The only problem is that he took Yuuken and that wimpy reporter hostage to ensure the Prefect couldn’t interfere with his schemes, but that Yuuya kept asking questions, and Tsunotaro couldn’t concentrate, especially since that guy used the words grotesque and gargoyle interchangeably—!!

The machine backfires.

Yuuken, Yuuya, Lilia, Silver and Sebek are now staring down at a tiny Malleus. A tiny Malleus who is tearing up at all the strange and scary looking adults.

A thunderstorm breaks out in time with the infant crying.

Across the city, Epel is almost brought to tears when Yuu is woken up by thunder crashing outside.

[twothpaste]

some PSI headcanons

Ness' PSI developed from a very young age, but never grew powerful enough to do anything particularly impressive 'til he went on his journey. A little bit of clumsy wimpy telekinesis, usually dropping stuff in the process. Mending small cuts & scrapes. Talkin' to dogs. Nothing too flashy, almost mundane even. His efforts to practice or show off usually ended in goofish blunders, or incredulity from others. While his best bud Porky flip-flopped between jealousy and dismissal. So Ness grew up feeling sort of insecure about his abilities. Meeting Paula & Poo was kind of a game changer for him, realizing he really wasn't a lone psychic weirdo.

Paula was well-known for her PSI in Twoson. Practically Ness' opposite, she was a natural child prodigy. Loved to show off her abilities like party tricks, much to the delight and amazement of her community. Her mother encouraged it, kinda parading her around (vicariously soaking up the praise & awe). She's never been ashamed of her powers, but did grow to feel misunderstood & a little taken advantage of when she realized most folks (her mother included) just saw them as a novelty. Her visions of Ness are actually a rare precognitive ability. However, Paula can't exactly provoke visions on command, and can't tell whether or not the futures she sees are set in stone. Since she's got so much proud finesse over her offensive PSI, having little control over her precognition actually frustrates her to no end. Meeting Ness & Poo humbles her, and comes as a huge relief when she finally has fellow psychics in her life who really get it.

Poo's trained with fellow psychics all his life, but was taught only to use his powers under formal discipline. When he meets a little fat kid who telekinetically juggles chicken wings, and a snarky girl who uses PK Thunder for static electricity pranks, he's kind of blown away. The freedom granted by using his powers loosely & Teleporting around the globe cannot be understated. Dude lowkey develops a bit of a rebellious streak, finding crafty ways to employ PSI for fun. He can definitely read minds, which probably unnerves his friends at first. I like to imagine he can't learn PK Fire 'cause it embodies a sort of brazen fury that just isn't present in Poo's character - whereas Thunder and Freeze are more focused and composed.

Lucas n' Claus had latent psychic abilities from birth - but contrasted with Ness' flashback where he was using telekinesis as a baby, I get the impression they were comparatively late bloomers. Maybe due to their hometown upbringing; Tazmily's defined at its core by such a profoundly repressed peace, after all… They could communicate with animals, and assumed everyone else could too (adults lackadaisically humored their babbles about whatever Boney was sayin'). They had a strong telepathic link with each other, and assumed that was just a normal twin thing. It's interesting how trauma, urgency, and an implied survival instinct is what "awakens" their true potential. I could probably make a whole post about that alone, oh no, I'll go on instead.

Since he didn't grow up actively using PSI, Lucas tends to forget he has it, and often overlooks or forgoes its practical applications. He rarely uses telekinesis, he cleans & bandages wounds before recalling he can use Lifeup, he doesn't often consciously employ his empathic abilities. Said empathic abilities are extremely potent, though. Kid picks up on everybody's feelings all the time, and can never quite tell if it's a psychic thing or his anxiety or just his natural compassion for others. He can't actually read the minds of strangers though - the mere possibility is deeply unnerving to him. He can passively hear Claus' thoughts (or ominous lack thereof 😶). And he's at least sorta sensitive to the thoughts of other folks he's grown dearly close to (Kuma, Duster, Flint post-reconciliation, etc).

The Masked Man's powerful PSI is all just tightly-channeled fear and rage and love and despair, so warped beyond recognition that neither he nor his handlers can correctly identify it. Fassad trained him through dubiously brutal methods, forcing him to inflict pain, conditioning his subconscious mind to relish what little power it could wield over its surroundings. My post-canon Claus goes through a long phase where he swears off PSI, afraid of its potential, convinced he doesn't deserve it. Only for it to re-emerge from his fingertips anyways in moments of stress or concern (oops, sorry little dude, it is a fundamental part of who you are). Once Lucas n' Kuma show him how to use it in a healthy way, Claus does a 180, eager to reclaim it. He's got all of the same abilities as Lucas (including Lifeup & Shields, which'd been thoroughly repressed along with the rest of his compassion, before). His empathic capacity is literally the same too - but since Claus ain't nearly as emotionally intelligent as his brother, and his head's usually rattling with his own mess of feelings, he can't often make much sense of other peoples'. It kinda just forms a layer of background noise, which he tends to tune out. As his disabilities progress with age, he grows more comfortable relying on telekinesis.

Kumatora's such a natural psychic, she was literally having telekinetic fire-breathing tantrums as an infant. Which is the main reason why the Tazmilians passed her onto the Magifolk, knowing they'd be able to raise her better than a bunch o' amnesiac bumpkins ever could. Though not exactly structured or formal, her training was baked into her upbringing. Thus, PSI's baked into her everyday lifestyle. It's hard for Kuma not to use her powers casually, to fetch writing utensils from across the room, or heat her tea with PK Fire, or overhear your thoughts and respond to them aloud. (Probably a hilarious challenge when she was posing as Violet). She was the only human psychic she'd ever known, right up until Lucas rolled up packing new powers he was mildly to severely frightened of. It's only thanks to Kuma that he learned how to handle himself with care and confidence. And only thanks to Kuma that the postgame world's got any proper knowledge about PSI. I like to imagine she offers tutelage to any new psychics that may emerge. The one person who's left to bear PSI's history and proper training methods, carrying on a tradition passed down by her guardians…

I headcanon all psychics have telekinesis, but some are better or worse at it than others. And they all have some degree of telepathy, though very few are focused & skilled enough to straight up read minds. Communicating with animals falls somewhere relatively low along the same scale. They can learn techniques from each other (a la the adorable explanation given for Ness & Lucas' Smash Bros movesets) - but it takes a long period of dedicated one-on-one teaching, hence why we don't see it happen during the fast-paced storylines of the Mother games. Though PSI is very uncommon, it isn't really hereditary, and can manifest in literally any rando. But it does appear more often in some locations / populations than others (ie. Dalaam as a place of longstanding psionic spiritual traditions, Nowhere as a blessed place sitting atop a draconic embodiment of the Earth's power, you get the idea 🤷‍♂️). I like to portray it more as a cerebral brain power than a 1-to-1 with fantasy magic. It does have a wishy-washy hippie sorta vibe to it though. Something that comes from a connection to Mother Earth, a way to channel emotions and love and the gift of life itself.

(I personally find M1's explanation for PSI's origin incompatible with the other two games, which both present a much more grounded, ancient, and Earthly take on it. Which is fine, since M2 plays out more like a reboot than a sequel anyways. But in an earnest effort to try and connect the threads, maybe PSI is simply a kind of power that exists within every planet? Thus, when George "steals" the secrets of PSI, he's learning how humans can unlock the powers granted by the Earth, the same way aliens presumably unlocked the powers of their homeworlds?? Who knows.)

[kazimakuwabara]

The Prince and the Clown

Summary: Usopp tries to get a pep talk from Sogeking to confess his feelings to Sanji. Too bad things go south, when Sanji walks in. (SanUso, 1.2k work) written for @Sanusoweek, and a thank you from @lessons-from-moths for giving me this idea!

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 “This is it! Today’s the day!” Usopp repeated.

 A lower, slightly more masculine voice, rumbled with agreement, “Today is the day!”

 “I tell him!” Usopp insisted.

 “You tell him,” the second voice agreed.

 “H-He’ll know!” Usopp rasped, his voice sounding less determined and just a little more scared.

 “Usopp…” the second voice cautioned, already sensing the downhill spiral.

 “And h-h-he’ll… he’ll….”

 “Usopp…”

 “H-h-h-h-heeeeeee-”

 “Usopp….”

 “H-h-h-h-h-h-h-heeee… Heeeee wiiillllllll…?”

 “Usopp!”

 Usopp spun around, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. Usopp was holding the Sogeking mask to his face, and pointing back at himself through the mirror, “Usopp! Where is your bravery? Have you not stood upon the tower of justice and saved the fair princess Robin?”

 Usopp lowered the mask, revealing his pouting face, “That’s true Sogeking… I did… but-”

 The mask went back up in the mirror, and Sogeking bellowed, “Did you not battle A God who struck you with thunder, and save your loyal retainers, Nami, and Sanji?”

 “Well… yes… kind of. I helped…” Usopp muttered.

 “There is no kind of about it!” Sogeking bellowed, hands on his hips, and nose titled high, “You are brave! Brave Captain Usopp! You have overcome, and will overcome again! You must simply… act! Confess! The trials you've gone through in battle, can be taken home with you in your heart! Let those triumphs embolden you!”

 Usopp threw the Sogeking mask to the ground, and pointed accusingly at the mirror, “But this is Sanji! This is telling him, I love him! This isn’t simple! I could ruin our friendship! He could hate me! He’s a lady’s man, and I’m not a lady! What would he see in me Sogeking? What would I offer? What could I offer? A wimpy, clingy, coward, is in love with him! Give me a break! He’s a prince and I’m… I’m…”

 From behind him, Usopp swore he could hear Sogeking ask, “You’re what, Usopp?”

 “...A clown,” Usopp answered mournfully. “Clowns don’t get Princes… especially clowns that fought their kings and made everyone sad...” Usopp bit on his lip, sniffing as another wave of fresh guilt washed over him. Enies Lobby wasn’t even a day behind him.

 He’d messed up so badly… how could he ever be worthy of Sanji? If Usopp was just himself, if he didn’t have the weight of his betrayal still laying heavy on his back, maybe there’d be a small chance. Maybe… maybe all those smiles, those soft conversations under the stars, the grinning at each other from across the deck, maybe that meant something. But Usopp had turned his back on his friends. He’d let his inner turmoils boil up, and had spewed all that suffering onto his very best friends…

 It didn’t matter if he apologized.

 He’d hurt them all… Sanji included.

 Usopp’s shoulders sagged, his eyes on the floor of his new workshop. He scuffed the ground with a toe, and sighed.

 Usopp felt hands curl like claws around his shoulders, and he was spun around. He screamed as he was turned, flailing about as he was pushed back against the mirror, too dizzy to see while in motion. He only quieted, when his terrified eyes registered Sanji’s incredibly red, and incredibly angry face.

 As the silence stretched out, Usopp realized with horror, Sogeking had not been the one to ask Usopp: You’re what, Usopp?

 Usopp might have sunk to the ground and curled up in a ball on the floor, if Sanji wasn’t keeping him on his feet.

 “Who says you’re a Clown, you idiot!” Sanji hissed.

 Usopp cringed into his shoulders, “S-Sanji, I-”

 “Who says a Prince and Clown can’t work out? Who says a Clown can’t apologize to a King and be welcomed back home, huh? Aren’t you a storyteller? Don’t you like a happy ending? Why would any decent story end where the Clown gets shunned? He worked hard dammit! The Prince would see that the Clown had made up for his mistakes. The Prince would see that the Clown made a mistake, but still want him to come back! Why won’t it work out for them!?” Sanji demanded.

 “H-How long have you been in here?” Usopp squealed, his heart beating too fast, and the gears in his head spinning into overdrive.

 Sanji sighed, face flushing all shades of red, and eyes still angry, “...I was bringing you a snack. Your door was open.”

 “Shit.”

 “Usopp…” Sanji started, but then stopped. After a moment of his useless mouth flapping, he sighed, and let Usopp go. He pulled a cigarette from his coat, lit it, and took a drag. After an exhale, in which he politely turned his head so he wouldn’t get smoke in Usopp’s face, he tried again, “Usopp… where’s my confession?”

 Usopp blushed, shameful tears pricking his eyes, as his knees started to knock together, “I-I don’t need to confess if I already know the answer!”

 Sanji swore, and tossed his still lit cigarette on the ground, Usopp watching it bounce and roll under his work desk with surprise. A cool hand was on his chin, and Sanji leaned over him, his forearm pressed above his head. Usopp had just a moment to look into stormy blue gray eyes, before Sanji was kissing him.

 The kiss was possessive, devouring, and desperate. It was not a simple meeting of lips. Sanji, his breath still slightly tinged with nicotine, kissed Usopp with a demanding tongue. Their lips joined, and it was as if the cigarette was lit between them. It was so warm, it burned, and that heat traveled into Usopp’s whole face, down his throat, to his belly, and to his toes.

 Usopp swayed forward, off balance by the demanding need of the kiss Sanji had placed upon him. Sanji used Usopp’s unbalance to his advantage, and yanked the sniper into his arms, one hand sliding around the back of Usopp’s sweaty neck, while the other hand pressed into the small of Usopp’s back and pulled.

 Usopp’s body was pressed flush against the chef’s, and his hands sought purchase clumsily. At first, he settled one hand in the crook of Sanji’s arm, and then drifted up the lapels of Sanji’s jacket, his thumbs stroking the material of the fabric. Sanji’s tongue stroked Usopp’s tongue, and Usopp’s hands curled higher. Sanji seemed to kiss harder as Usopp’s hands moved, and by the time Usopp’s hands were around Sanji’s neck, Sanji was biting Usopp’s tongue until a surprised whimpering moan slipped past his lips.

 At his moan, Sanji echoed it, with a low guttural groan of his own. He sounded pleased, and relieved, like Usopp's pleasured sound did something to him. Usopp whimpered again, and Sanji answered it with a groaning, husky sound that Usopp couldn't attach a label to. That sound sent a full-body shiver down Usopp’s spine, and he felt himself, lifted off the ground until he was on the balls of his feet, Sanji pulling Usopp as if he was trying to bring him in and absorb him.

 This kiss broke off with a harsh gasp, Usopp dazed, and Sanji looking flushed and panting hard.

 They held each other for a moment, breathing in each other’s space. Sanji’s expression was soft and yearning, and it was all on Usopp. Usopp tightened his arms around Sanji’s shoulders.

 “Usopp?” Sanji prompted, voice rough.

 “Y-Yes?”

 “Give me my confession, so I can answer it.”

[deusexlachina]

Wannabe Warden Part 15: Defeat the Qunari with their/my own medicine and also drugs

In which I fight the most infamous battle on the highest difficulty level and am forced to actually come up with a good strategy.

Just then, Isabela shows up to save her girlfriend from being mashed. She gives the Tome of Koslun back to the Arishok. Finally, they can leave! As long as they also get the thief. Who is my girlfriend. I tell him he's already got what he came for, but the Arishok was assigned to be a general, not a compromiser, so we're at a standstill and the best solution he can think of is to duel me for the girl. Isabela objects because she is literally a duelist and holy shit is he stealing her thunder right now.

But I alone have the Arishok's respect, so it's time to duel him. He's incredibly tough and has deadlier moves than me. Everything says I will lose. But I've got a secret weapon. Back when I was dealing with the saar-qamek gas leak, I gave Other Aveline a weapon called Desdemona's Blade, a purchase from the Black Emporium just for that fight, since Fenris won't wield wimpy one-handers and only Other Aveline can decree the poison gas safe. Ole Double-D here deals nature damage because it's covered with poison or something idk.

The damage looks low, but elemental weapons ignore armour, and against enemies weak to nature damage, it does double damage. This is immensely helpful against every fight with mercenaries, such as the saar-qamek fight, since they're vulnerable to nature. It turns out, so is every single Qunari. I bought this weapon to deal with enemies trying to kill Qunari and now I'm forced to kill Qunari with it myself. I would appreciate the irony, but I'm too busy soloing the Qunari army after they wiped out my entire squad. Practice self-care. Get Desdemona's Blade.

It is almost unanimous among the DA2 fandom that this fight is next to impossible as a warrior. It is also nearly unanimous that Sword and Shield is bad and so is Pommel Strike. For some reason, they haven't seemed to realize that this fight is hard precisely because they refuse to use shields or, uh, pommels. Along with Cleave doubling my damage again, and a high critical hit rate from other gear, Double-D can do enough damage to slightly interrupt the Arishok, meaning more fighting and less running. Assault deals even more damage and interrupts him even more - with equal DPS, Assault beats any 2-handed talent for single-target damage. And I'm not doing equal DPS, I'm doing more DPS, because I have Desdemona's Phucking Sword.

Even the shield itself helps a great deal. With a shield, Courage (stuffed with armour runes like everything else I'm wearing) I take substantially less damage, which also means less force, i.e. I don't get ragdolled. Without a shield, I get thrown around the room, even getting stuck behind this Qunari beefcake. The indignity.

Pommel Strike is a warrior move where, instead of hitting the enemy with the business end of your blade, you cleverly surprise them by hitting them with the much less dangerous pommel. This is so stupid that it stuns them for several seconds. This disrupts most of the nastiest threats in the game - it shuts down commander auras, stops mages from using their nastiest attacks, and keeps rogues from stealthing. And it works on the Arishok. He sometimes resists it, but if he doesn't, he's helpless for several seconds, and by the time he's done wiggling around I've nearly got another Pommel Strike waiting for him.

But there's one truly cruel thing about the Arishok fight. Even if you're winning against him, he will...you might want to sit down for this. He will drink a potion and heal himself. Apparently he can do this up to three times, but I can't confirm this because anytime the fight lasted that long I either died or went into a fugue state as I kited him for like half an hour. "But Aveline!" you might say. "You use potions all the time, especially in boss fights. Why is it so obnoxious when they do it?" Because the boss is an NPC. They don't have to actually experience the horror of nearly winning before their enemy unilaterally decides to not die and make the fight even longer.

But my respect wasn't just to Sword-and-Shield and Pommel Strike, which, to remind you, nearly everyone says are horrible. To further spite the Wrong Dragon Age Community, I unilaterally decide to join the Templars, which is also supposed to be the worst specialization, and even the wiki thinks you should spec out of it for this fight. Yes, that means using deadly and addictive lyrium. But I'm just using it to get out of a rough patch, and I'll simply stop using it when things get easier. (THIS IS A VERY BAD IDEA. NEVER THINK THIS FOR ANY DRUG -ed.). Being a templar lets Silence the Arishok, which can lock him out of his abilities. This seems to include the potions, giving him effectively less health. This is one of the only times in a game the boss tries to use a potion and I can Just Say No, which I probably should be saying to addictive drugs but I am not. It also makes him glow white, which is pretty embarrassing.

Oh, and it also gives me another source of stun. The fight's starting to look even, but I have one last trick that makes it unfair in my own favour. The Qunari disguised deadly poison as explosives, killing civilians, forcing me to nearly get killed by deadly mercenaries and, worst of all, I had to use Other Aveline. To repay them, I hire my poisoner to make Combustion Grenades - explosives, not poison gas. These deal fire damage, which he's completely immune to, because he's from a hot country I guess. But he's very much not immune to the stun, perhaps because using fire on a fireproof man is stunningly stupid. I bring ten of these and don't even manage to use half before I've killed him. I probably didn't need them at all, but you can never be too careful.

With the Arishok dead, the City of Kirkwall proclaims me worthy. (And when I say the City of Kirkwall, I mean this milf with a crown, but the Viscount got killed so she's now the most important lady) My heart soaring, I await to be finally dubbed a Grey Warden for saving the Grey Wardens from almost certain death at the hands of the Qunari (and, indirectly, Other Aveline). Instead, I just get the Title "Champion of Kirkwall."

GOD

FUCKIN

DAMMIT

[tgrailwar-zero]

Alter Ego, we gave you mana as a peace offering to help stabilize you and to show we want to talk. We have Invader, the one who killed Draco with us, but also a warrior you threw into the stratosphere and still couldn't kill. Thunderer here has experience hunting giants. This team could easily kill you.

But still, we want to talk. We want to help you. You're clearly in pain. Your mana is out of control. You've been corrupted by Draco. We can try to help, but you need to open yourself to us. Allow us in to fix up some of that damage to your mind and body.

KUKULKAN: "I'd be my pleasure!"

ALTER-EGO: "Okay, okay. Geez. I got it. I'm beat, whatever. Fine."

ALTER-EGO: "Something's weird with my mana core. Normally magical energy isn't a problem for me, but it is now. That nun was looking into fixing it, but then a billion things started happening that kept distracting her, so she never finished. And now she's gone."

ALTER-EGO: "So, I figured I'd just consume all the mana here, and then break out and consume all the mana outside, and then keep going until I was so big that it didn't matter anymore."

ALTER-EGO: "It's not something anyone can just fix, especially amoeba like you. I'm guessing you were the ones that shot that wimpy little hacking spell at me. If that's the best you've got, then you might as well let me grab all the mana from that city. Plus, I wouldn't let you put your nasty little hands on my Saint Graph anyways."

[rfaromance]

Suit the cat... curling up on Suit Saeran's lap when the latter is paranoid.

Saeran certainly didn't intend on having any sort of companion in his workspace.

With Ray's needy, pathetic little doll locked up in that royal prison that Ray had designed, a locked dollhouse to which only two people held the key, Saeran had hoped to work faster. Faster, harder, better, stronger. He would track down that filthy traitor sooner than Ray ever could have.

At times, though... he almost missed the sound of that whiny, wimpy voice.

To clear his head, he found himself pacing outside, always ending up in Magenta's gardens without consciously intending to go there.

Maybe Ray wasn't entirely asleep just yet. That was a horrible thought.

His nighttime forays into the gardens would not have been so awful, having the darkness and crisp air to clear his mind, if not for the pitiful, whimpering creature that he'd come across on one fateful evening.

"The hell is this?" Saeran gruffed, stomping forward to get a closer look. In a panic, the black-and-white ball of fur had scrambled away, perhaps intimidated by Saeran's powerful figure. Good. "Some sort of tiny bear? We should get strong fences out here," he muttered, turning around to head in the opposite direction.

Except the creature found him again. And again. And again.

Saeran's biggest mistake was throwing out scraps of food he didn't want. Meats, rices, breads. He thought that if he gave the beast some food, it would have what it wanted and then leave for good.

Unfortunately that only brought the mewling brat back for more.

Saeran didn't know when he anticipated this pathetic furball as part of his nightly routine. He didn't know when the scrappy creature entered his mind, his life.

All he knew was that on the night of a fierce storm, he found himself venturing to the gardens and scooping up a sad black-and-white mop of fur out from under a bush and into a cardboard box.

~~~

Saeran wasn't a fan of thunder, either. He wasn't sure what about the loud bangs, combined with the brief flashes of lightning, rattled him so much, but he knew that he detested it. Possibly because the storms interfered with the internet signals and disrupted his work. Possibly because he couldn't hear himself think above the booming of thunder, the whooshing of wind, the smacking of rain against Magenta's walls.

But for whatever reason, curling up in his chair with the quivering fluffball on his chest helped ease his nerves. The beast was just as frightened as he was, if not more, but it kept butting its head against Saeran's chest and hands.

Cautiously, Saeran ran his palm and fingers along the creature's scalp, prompting a deep rumble from its chest. He scratched it between its two pointed ears, and the furball let out a soft "mrrrp" of approval.

They jumped in unison at each boom of thunder. At one point, Saeran felt a sharp sequence of pricks digging into his shoulder, and he realized with a hiss that the animal had dug its claws into him. "Who do you think you are?" he gruffed, but as it bumped its head against his chin, Saeran's frustration dropped to low grumbles. He stroked the animal's back repeatedly, finding the rhythmic movement and the softness of its (now dry) fur to be soothing in an odd way.

"I can tell you're terrified," he muttered at last. "But you're trying to comfort me?" With a disgruntled sigh, he grabbed the creature by the scruff of its neck and held it out in front of him.

Saeran hadn't noticed the pattern on the thing's fur before. It was mostly black, but the chest and paws were white. In a way, the pattern almost made the beast look like it was wearing a tuxedo, or perhaps... a suit.

"You know... you might be stronger than I gave you credit for."

[savage-radio-3way-fm]

Episode 005 Man's Ruin Records

Freeeloaders - Dead Before My Time Splatterheads - Fish Biscuit

Melvins - Intersellar Overdrive (Pink Floyd) Melvins - Gluey Porch Treatments Dale Crover - Four Words 45 RPM

Goatsnake - Slippin' The Stealth Alabama Thunder Pussy - Falling Behind

Cosmic Psychos - She's A Lost Cause (Unplugged) The Onyas - Wanna Bet The Onyas - Last Temptation Of Macka The Fireballs - I've Got No Brain Magic Dirt - You Won't Know

The Green Monarchs - Monsters In The Parasol (Desert Sessions) Eagles Of Death Metal - Hogleg (Desert Sessions) Desert Sessions - You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire Desert Sessions - Punk Rock Caveman (Living In A Prehistoric Age)

Turbonegro - Self Destructo Bust Hellacopters - (Gotta Get Some Action) Now! Entombed - Black Juju Euroboys - 1999 Man

Fu Manchu - Godzilla (Blue Oyster Cult) The Men Of Porn - Dancing Black Ladies Dozer - Super Soul

Blag Dahlia - Haunt Me Dwarves - Drug Store (Live) The Hookers - Rock N Roll Motherfuckers Hai Karate - Every Thing Man Or Astroman? - Drumulator Is Boss

Fuckemos - Celebration Fuckemos - Wimpy Band Fatso Jetson - Let's Clone Kyuss - Fatso Forgotso Phase II Brant Bjork - Lazy Bones

Unsane - Get Off My Back (Live)

listen here

[laresearchette]

Friday, December 08, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

BREAKING NEWS “The Daily Show” is now exclusive to Paramount + Canada and, as far as I know, not airing on broadcast or cable networks in Canada.

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BABY SHARK'S BIG MOVIE (Paramount +) THE SACRIFICE GAME (Shudder) A VERY DEMI HOLIDAY SPECIAL (The Roku Channel) MAGIC IN MISTLETOE (W Network) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? BACKYARDS GONE WILD (TBD - HGTV Canada) OWN CELEBRATES THE NEW COLOR PURPLE (TBD - OWN Canada) MR. MONK'S LAST CASE: A MONK MOVIE (TBD)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA DATING SANTA MERRY LITTLE BATMAN SILVER AND THE BOOK OF DREAMS UN STUPÉFIANT NOËL WORLD'S FIRST CHRISTMAS (O PRIMEIRO NATAL DO MUNDO) YOUR CHRISTMAS OR MINE 2

CRAVE TV ABOUT MY FATHER ALMOST PARADISE (Season 2) ANGEL FALLS CHRISTMAS COMFORT FOOD WITH SPENCER WATTS (Season 1) CONAN THE BARBARIAN (2011) FORD V FERRARI FURRY VENGEANCE KRAMPUS LEMONADE MARY MAKES IT EASY (Season 3a) MY CHRISTMAS HERO OÙ ES-TU CÉLINE? PONTYPOOL ROYALLY WRAPPED FOR CHRISTMAS SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE SURREALESTATE (Season 2) TAKE THIS WALTZ VENOM THE YOUNG ARSONISTS

DISNEY + STAR DIARY OF A WIMPY KID CHRISTMAS: CABIN FEVER

NETFLIX CANADA BLOOD VESSEL (NG) LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND WOMEN ON THE EDGE (AR)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Penguins vs. Panthers (TSN5) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Blue Jackets (SNWest) 9:00pm: Wild vs. Oilers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:00pm: Raptors vs. Hornets (TSN/TSN4) 8:00pm: Warriors vs. Thunder (SN Now) 8:00pm: Cavaliers vs. Heat (SN Now) 9:00pm: Rockets vs. Nuggets (TSN3) 10:00pm: Nuggets vs. Suns (SN1) 10:00pm: Clippers vs. Jazz

ABOUT MY FATHER (Crave) 7.25pm: Encouraged by his fiancee, a man and his father spend the weekend with her wealthy and exceedingly eccentric family. The gathering soon develops into a culture clash, allowing father and son to discover the true meaning of family.

AMPLIFY (APTN) 7:30pm: Celebrated Mohawk rock star Tom Wilson crafts a powerful song based on a famous painting by Métis artist Christi Belcourt. In conversation at a diner, the two remarkable artists explore their creative processes and sources of inspiration.

NCAA MEN'S HOCKEY (TSN3) 8:00pm: Colorado College vs. North Dakota

HAPPIEST SEASON (CBC) 8:00pm: A young woman agrees to go home with her girlfriend for Christmas, but discovers she hasn't come out to her conservative parents.

7TH GEN (APTN) 8:00pm: Jordan and Brandon Nolan, born and raised in Garden River First Nation, are part of an NHL legacy. Discover how these brothers are sharing their love of hockey with Indigenous youth across the country.

CHRISTMAS ON WINDMILL WAY (CTV Life) 8:00pm: Mia Miejer expects that her Mimi will win the Christmas Market Dutch Bake-Off competition, but her Mimi has difficult news to share: she must sell the deed to their Windmill Way property, which has been in their family for generations.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: Sass in the City

THE CASE OF THE CHRISTMAS DIAMOND (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Blue-collar Andy finds herself accused of theft when a multimillion-dollar gem suddenly goes missing from her rich friend's estate. With the help of a famous mystery writer, Andy must find the real culprit amid the litany of wealthy guests.

OWN SPOTLIGHT: OPRAH & NICOLE AVANT (OWN Canada) 9:00pm: Oprah has an intimate conversation with filmmaker and philanthropist Nicole Avant; Nicole shares the terrifying moment of learning that her beloved mother, Jacqueline, had been killed in her own home, and how she navigated that devastating loss.

DEVIL IN THE OZARKS (Investigation Discovery) 9:00pm: A brazen sexual assault shocks a small town, but goes unsolved for 20 years, until a nearby murder produces a suspect with matching DNA.

THE YOUNG ARSONISTS (Crave) 9:00pm: Four girls form an intense and obsessive bond while reclaiming an abandoned farmhouse in an isolated community.

W5 (CTV) 10:00pm: The Baby in the Snow

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm (SEASON FINALE): The Deadly Contract

[snarky-sports-report]

Oklahoma City Thunder Dominates Golden State Warriors with a Score of 128-109

Oklahoma City Thunder 128   Golden State Warriors 109   1 2 3 4 T   Oklahoma City Thunder 39 28 27 34 128   Golden State Warriors 24 36 25 24 109 Alright, people! Hold on to your hats because I’m about to tell you the story of how the mighty Oklahoma City Thunder absolutely demolished the wimpy Golden State Warriors. It was a bloodbath, my friends, and the scoreboard showed no mercy.…

[astral-multiverse]

"As much as I want to get him, it's too late" Brandon said as he noticed Sid entering the room

"It came! It finally came!" Sid said before he sets his package on his desk and he pulls out a fireworks rocket from it

"The Big One. Extremely dangerous. Keep out of the reach of children. Cool" Sid said as he reads the print on the rocket and sets it down

"What should I blow up with this...? Maybe that girly ragdoll?" Sid asked himself

"If he tries that, I'll-" Bella growled softly before her brother covers her mouth

"Wait, where's that wimpy cowboy doll?" Sid asked, everyone seeing Woody hiding underneath a crate. And when Sid picked it up, the toy sheriff thankfully climbed up to the top of it to avoid being seen. But an unfortunate step cause Sid to step on Buzz's arm to make his laser sound off and he picks him up

"Yeah...! I always wanted to put a spaceman into orbit" Sid said as he sets the crate on his desk and sets a toolbox on it, taping the rocket to Buzz's back

"Shit, this is bad..." Bella whispered before they heard thunder and rain outside

"Oh no...! Aw man!" Sid cried out as he hits his head on the window

Into the Dreamlight Valley's Realms: Reliving a Toy's Story

@smashingveteransandnewcomers

Dreamlight Valley's trio of Rulers (Brandon, Bella, and Ri) have been busy cleaning up around the Plaza and the Peaceful Meadow in the valley, with the help of the few villagers they have found. And thanks to their combined effort, they were able to clear up most of the Night Thorns and debris. There was still a lot more to the Valley that they haven't unlocked, but that will change once their Dreamlight Magic gets stronger. But for now, they decided to focus on bringing back some of the lost villagers in the Realms inside of Dreamlight Castle

"Hmm... so many doors... It's hard to choose just one..." Bella said as the trio were looking at the Realm Doors

"Yeah, I think we only have enough strength to unlock one Realm at the moment..." Brandon added

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

*An evil smirk forms on the thunder fairy's face.*

Raijin: Hell yeah. Nothing like giving some wimpy humans the fright of their lives. I may have only just spawned, but I can already tell that I like that better than anything I could do in Hell.

[samueloneworldproductions]

All 2022 Films Ranked

GOLD MEDAL (A++)

1-The Fabelmans 2-The Batman 3-Black Panther: Wakanda Forever 4-Gulliermo Del Toro's Pinocchio

Best Of The Best (A+)

5-Barbarian 6-Top Gun: Maverick 7-Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery 8-The Menu (2022) 9-Everything, Everywhere All At Once (2022) 10-Puss In Boots: The Last Wish (2022) 11-Scream (2022) 12-X (2022) 13-Pearl (2022) 14-Nope (2022) 15-Turning Red (2022) 16-The Banshees Of Inisherin (2022) 17-Bodies, Bodies, Bodies (2022) 18-The Northman (2022)

AWESOME (A)

19-The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent (2022) 20-Terrifier 2 (2022) 21-Prey (2022) 22-Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers (2022) 23-Avatar: The Way Of Water (2022) 24-Sonic The Hedgehog 2 (2022) 25-Elvis (2022) 26-Violent Night (2022) 27-Smile (2022) 28-Hellraiser (2022) 29-Bones And All (2022) 30-Emily The Criminal (2022) 31-Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022) 32-Marcel: The Shell With Shoes On (2022) 33-The Black Phone (2022) 34-A Christmas Story Christmas (2022) 35-Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness (2022) 36-The Bad Guys (2022) 37-Bros (2022) 38-Clerks III (2022) 39-After Yang (2022) 40-Do Revenge (2022) 41-Marry Me (2022) 42-Ambluance (2022) 43-Rescued By Ruby (2022) 44-Hustle (2022) 45-Rosaline (2022) 46-Jackass Forever (2022) 47-Better Nate Than Ever (2022)

GOOD/GREAT (B+ to A-)

48-Black Adam (2022) 49-Thor: Love And Thunder (2022) 50-Causeway 51-Enola Holmes 2 (2022) 52-Orphan: First Kill (2022) 53-Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets Of Dumbledore (2022) 54-Hotel Translyvania: Transformania (2022) 55-Emergency (2022) 56-I Want You Back (2022) 57-The Bob's Burgers Movie (2022) 58-Crush (2022) 59-The Sea Beast (2022) 60-Funny Pages (2022) 61-Not Okay (2022) 62-Day Shift (2022) 63-The Whale (2022) 64-Spirited (2022) 65-Jurassic World: Dominion (2022) 66-Fire Island (2022) 67-Samaritan (2022) 68-Me Time (2022) 69-Bullet Train (2022) 70-Dog (2022) 71-The Gray Man (2022) 72-Hollywood Stargirl (2022) 73-The Lost City (2022) 74-The Cursed (2022) 75-Blacklight (2022) 76-Kimi (2022) 77-The Adam Project (2022) 78-Lightyear (2022)

SOLID ENOUGH

79-Babylon 80-DC League Of Super-Pets (2022) 81-Hocus Pocus 2 (2022) 82-Night At The Museum: Kahmunrah Rises Again (2022) 83-The Princess (2022) 84-Death On The Nile (2022) 85-Wendell & Wild (2022) 86-Prey For The Devil (2022) 87-Cheaper By The Dozen (2022)

DECENT ENOUGH (B-)

88-Disenchanted (2022) 89-Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody 90-Moonfall (2022) 91-Uncharted (2022) 92-Beast (2022) 93-Men (2022) 94-Spiderhead 95-The Royal Treatment (2022) 96-Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022) 97-Moonshot (2022) 98-Minions: The Rise Of Gru (2022) 99-Studio 666 (2022) 100-Sneakerella (2022) 101-Halloween Ends (2022) 102-The School For Good And Evil (2022)

MIXED BAG (C+)

103-Deep Water (2022) 104-Strange World (2022) 105-Three Thousand Years Of Longing (2022) 106-They/Them (2022) 107-Don't Worry Darling (2022)

MEHHHHHH/BLEHHHHHHH (C to C-)

108-Senior Year (2022) 109-The 355 (2022) 110-Memory (2022) 111-Diary Of A Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (2022) 112-The Ice Age Adventures Of Buck Wild (2022) 113-Luck (2022)

BAD BADDDDDDD (D+ to D-)

114-Paws Of Fury: The Legend Of Hank 115-Morbius 116-The Invitation 117-The Munsters 118-Amsterdam 119-Tall Girl 2 120-Pinocchio (2022)

TRAINWRECK (F)

121-Dashcam 122-365 Days: This Day 123-The Next 365 Days 124-After Ever Happy 125-Jeepers Creepers Reborn