#Lost cat corona

[russolaw]

[thigh-highs]

Talking about hair, yet you leave out his very cute n’ shaggy Teddy cut from Cuba and His Teddy Bear?

I also liked his short cut and stress stubble from Lost Cat Corona! Watch out: bambi boy has a gun here (it’s a really cute movie).

Ah yes. Naked In New York. Sigh.

Ugly Betty! Another short and clean style that I felt really brought out his delicate bone structure.

The shorter fluffy cut of Karate Kid 1…

…and of Karate Kid 2.

And this total doll brought to life with the longer shag from The Outsiders interview and Eight Is Enough.

In all honesty I don’t think there is any cut of his I really disliked. But I didn’t love his styling in Cobra Kai. It was too severe of a cut. And those awful dull blues on his olive skin! NO!

fyi there is a correct answer

[bloodchapell]

castle of... quarantine — senku i.

brief summary: castle of sand!reader and senku during quarentine (if petrification never happened)

what to expect: covid lmao, spoilers for castle of sand up to chapter like 12, references to suicide attempt

your sword's note: this came to mind when i heard the tokyo (nya ichi ni san nya arigato) song (i miss quarentine so much), plus i am sick rn, more on my mistresslist

This never even happened, fiction within fiction am I right? What I am seeing through my crystal ball is this though: after very obviously surviving the attempt, you fixed your living situation, NOT coming back to live with your mom, so you were living now on your own, which was okay.

Better believe Senku found out about what happened, that broke him, he started acting strange. You knew he knew, he knew you knew he knew. He kept trying to approach the situation and you would dodge it all the time, but eventually he had to be direct and that was a whole crying session. He became more tender with you.

You spent new years with Senku and Byakuya, once he came back from space. Byakuya started dating Lillian, I will avoid making accommodations for that complicated situation since she is a whole star and they live in completely different countries and what not, but she was there too.

The new year started alright! You were getting used to your new house, since it was close to the school it was also close to Senku's apartment, so he would be there all the time.

Then, people started getting sick. You also better believe that Senku went out to hunt corona-virus 19 to analyze it. He got sick before quarantine even went global 💀. Nonetheless he kept it around —in a Petri dish or something, I do not know about how these things work—, and would spend all his time analyzing it. (This comes from him going to Africa to study ebola💀, he can only be so lucky to not get fucking ebola so he got covid, I say that is a gift from god).

Classes became virtual, and the world shut off. Still, as a pretend adult, you had to go out at times to get groceries and a pile of toilet paper like everyone else, and during those times he would see you. "You should come over, I will show you how the virus looks under the microscope." He would walk around you in the supermarket trying to convince you to see his damn covid. That was a no. So instead he went to your house, under the excuse that he would help you with the groceries (he carried the milk, you carried the rest). Sometimes it would get late and he would stay over, he had to call his dad to make sure he would keep an eye on his covid so it would stay alive.

You started making videos, wether it was on YouTube or TikTok or whatever platform, about philosophy, and got a decent number of followers, something like 5k, and one day you lost a bet to Senku and he made you wear cat ears and dance, congratulations you went viral! Yoohoo. Downside is that people would look at your philosophy videos and instead request more dancing, but it balanced out quickly.

At some point, his covid decided it wanted to take a journey to the outside world, and mysteriously you got sick.

"Your temperature is ten billion degrees. You probably got it." Senku shook his head looking at the thermometer. It was something rare to hear you curse, but you cursed at him right there and then. He resolved that he would stay with you and take care of you since it was his fault you got sick (Facade for treating you like his first patient). He would cook for you and spoon-feed you, give you medicine, put cold compresses on your forehead when you got fever. At the middle of the night he got an insane idea, so he rushed home after checking you were not going to start hallucinating Aristotle speaking to you, and went home for his covid pet, then, he started working on a vaccine.

"If you let me try vaccine number one on you, I will grant you one wish." Senku almost begged but it was a hard no. He ended up sending it to some real medical corporation and they actually used that for the real vaccine.

People would do crazy things during covid, personally I would always see people getting buzzcuts... yes this is going there. After seeing so many videos of people deciding to go bald, you took some scissors laying around and cut your hair until it was a mess, and then passed the electric razor. "Senku come over right now, I have what could be the best surprise I can give you in life." At your call he ran, he was imagining anything but that, when he rang the bell and you opened the door, bald as hell, he almost cried. You were shocked at his clearly in pain expression. But well you were now bald. As expected, it was not about the hair and more about the friends we made on the way (He still found you attractive like that).

His vaccines were actually working, first amongst his many science feats.

[as-nodt-ghostwriter]

FT: The Sun Village Visitor! — Flare Corona / Male Reader

content warning ⚠️ — NSFW oneshot (MUST BE 18+, you’ve been warned). Flare might be a bit OOC in some parts

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Requested by anonymous ! Hope I did it justice 👻

Sun Village has remained thriving ever since Flare began taking initiative in helping her people, although physically different in size, they were still her friends and family all the same.

Flare found herself becoming more confident in her own skin, that scared, lost woman from Raven Tail was a far cry who she is now. She’s paid her dues from her past and wants to be a better person.

The village was becoming more hotter around this year, and summer wear such as bikini tops are seen as causal and a must.

Flare ditched the red dress and settled for comfort. She now wore a crimson red bikini top and deep red colored wide legged capri pants with golden open toed sandals with thin straps.

She felt great and always ready to walk around the village and forest.

Flare took notice that people were getting more and more closer the forest. Although she’s doesn’t want to come across rude or hostile towards the idea of outsiders, she also wanted to protect the Sun Village and her friends as well.

Flare only felt anxiousness bubbling within her stomach, maybe she was overthinking of something bad happening.

Although people could be dangerous, Flare knew that she had to learn how to trust others. If things were to go bad, she’d have the power of her hair and sun to keep her people safe.

Flare was doing her daily routine, checking on the small shops, even helping them if they needed extra hands (or hair!) to help.

Flare was helping an elder when a man ran into the shops and large crowds of residents, making his presence known and confusing onlookers.

“Miss Flare! Miss Flare!” The man cried out as sprinted straight to the red head. Flare immediately turned to the giant man in aid.

“What’s wrong Abel?” Flare asked concerned and worried. The 8ft man named Abel was catching his breath as he tried to explain.

“Miss Flare! You must come! There’s something I found in the woods!” Abel pleaded with Flare as other residents gasped as they overheard.

An outsider perhaps?

Is it dangerous?

Where did it come from?

Flare and residents of Sun Village haven’t seen an outsider since the four wizards from Fairy Tail guild helped them.

Flare immediately assured everyone within hearing distance that they’ll go check it out and see what Abel found.

Abel took Flare to where he was walking, He says he was gathering around the forest and must’ve went further than expected. Abel explained to Flare that he stumbled upon something on the tree branches, hanging by

And there it was…

Flare and Abel stopped there tracks and saw something.

It was…a man?

Flare got a closer look, with Abel right behind her.

The man was laying on the tree branches, stomach first, his head hanging off with arms and legs dangling like a cat on a tree.

Flare could easily see his features, he couldn’t have been no older than his late 20s, (hair color) hair covering his face, and just wearing a loose blouse and dark pants with boots. Hard to tell his facial features due to the awkward way he was laying onto the branch.

Flare blushed seeing a man her size. It’s been quite awhile since she saw outsiders again.

He was still breathing, that’s good, so it wasn’t a dead man that was left here. Must’ve gotten lost, Flare theorized. Whoever he was or is didn’t matter to her, the least she could do is help and bring him in when he’s unconscious to ask him some questions later.

Better that than leaving him alone and wandering around the forest by himself. This forest was like a maze if you weren’t local, he could get more lost and never find food.

Flare asked Abel to carry him back to her home, Abel agreed and trusted Flare’s judgement. If he was dangerous, she would know to not have him be near the man or even hold him like a puppy right now.

The mysterious man was still unconscious when Abel brought him to her home, the giant residents were curious and wanted to know who this normal sized man was. Flare had to shoo away some of them from her window since they were innocently sneaking a peek of the man. Now she knows how Lucy feels…

The (h/c) haired man was unconscious for about a day in a half. Flare would hand feed him water to help him regain his energy back and checked up on him every hour.

The giants nicknamed him short man, Flare thought it was cute that they already warmed up to the mysterious man.

Flare didn’t realize that’s she’s warmed up to the unknown male herself! It felt oddly satisfying to Flare nursing someone. Although still having a sadist streak to her, she liked nursing a helpless man back into waking up, and in the privacy of her home was an added bonus.

Flare mostly had him in the guest bedroom, very small but she kept it tidy in case her friend Lucy came back to the village.

So it was a surprise when you awoke seeing pink flower wallpaper all around a room you were in now. Last thing you saw was being surrounded by dark trees and the night sky before passing out due to exhaustion…

You were too stunned to get up from a soft cushioned bed, which you were being engulfed by a big baby blue blanket comforter at the moment, very soft but light fabric where you didn’t overheat underneath in.

This was weird but at least you were being taken care instead of waking up being chained by the ankle in a dungeon somewhere…yeah that’d be way worse..

“Oh! You’re awake!” A soft voice stuttered by the door frame, having your body sit up from the bed immediately. Making eye contact with a red haired woman, she didn’t seem like trouble but there was an air about her that made her look shy. Cute.

The (h/c) haired man was stunned and immediately questioned her. “W-wha…Where am I?” You rubbed the aching sore of your neck, you must’ve been out for quite a bit. Flare slowly approached you, with a simple glass of water in hand. Seeing this, Flare offered the glass to you. You accepted and drank it in one gulf.

Poor thing must’ve been so thirsty … Flare thought. Even though she took care of you while unconscious, you must’ve needed a lot more fluids.

Flare responded to your question. “You were found unconscious near the forest, and we brought you here to my village.” Flare noticed how you looked around, wondering if this was a safe place. “I volunteered to nurse you back till you woke up.” The vibrant red head blush, reminiscing about she would check your temperature, giving you water so that way your body had enough strength to wake up.

You looked at her with softened eyes. “Thanks for taking care of me, hope I didn’t give you a hard time.” faintly laughing, poking fun at yourself. Flare giggled and reassured you.

He certainly is charming to talk with..Flare’s excitement in him finally waking up was definitely worth the wait.

“My name is Flare, Flare Corona..” she introduced herself. You smiled, she was pretty and her name was definitely memorable and cute. “(Y/n). And thank you again for taking care of me, Flare.” You saw her full figure and it was hard not to have your eyes lock on her red bikini top longer than usual. It was summer season after all…

“Out of curiosity, how long was I out for?” Rubbing the back of your neck. “Only for a day in a half.” Flare replied.

Flare kinda wanted you to stay a bit longer at the village. As selfish as that sounds to her. Although happy to be back at the village and away from normal sized towns and society, at the same time she also missed her friend Lucy and those from Fairy Tail, a lot of good people she met along the way. Judging by the way you talk with her, she definitely feels you’re a good person as well…

“You should probably stay and rest your body.” Flare recommended. “Really? You don’t think I’d be a bother?” You asked, unsure. Flare didn’t care, she was already excited at the idea of having you live with her!

“Of course not!” She perked up, excitingly, she persisted. “It also be great for you to meet the other villagers!”

He hummed a bit, thinking about it. “Hmm i don’t know…I think you’ve taken care of me enough and I do appreciate it..” he shifted his body a bit, it took him while but he fully got a look at her breast size. Those things were the size of melons! It was flattering to know she was nursing him back to health to say the least.

You could feel your cock getting hard, crap! At least this blanket was covering up your lower half..

Flare saw your face immediately seem more flushed and embarrassed now. Did she do something wrong??? Oh no!

“Are you ok, (Y/n)? You seem flushed!” she grew concerned, getting closer to the bedside and touching your forehead.

The way she bent over to check up on you was quite the predicament. Her cleavage hung low near your eye level and that just made you more hard!

“I-I think I’m fine! I just need water and some rest…” You panicked, maybe she’ll leave you be afterwards so you could…deal with this problem alone.

Flare was having none of it! She wanted to help you here and now! She situated herself on the bedside, her hands fell right on your crotch. She gasped a bit, why did the blanket seem like there was something was hard underneath?

Oh..

Flare, without warning, lifted up the covers. You gasped as she saw your boner poking through your pants like it was about to burst and fly away any second if you didn’t touch yourself soon

“I-I can take care of that!” You pleaded, embarrassment was all you feel at that moment. Gods, she gonna either punch you or call you a pervert and kick you out of the village soon after..

Flare seemed really calm about the situation. Much to your surprise. Her smile curved into something lustful and dark. “No..let me.” She replied, her hand ran through your the zipper of your pants as you winced, unable to stop her at this point.

You laid back down on the bed as she climbed up between your legs, teasing the clothed tip of your cock with her finger, which had a small stain of precum. Flare giggled as she lightly poked the tip. She couldn’t believe the same man she nursed back to health, was about to get a blowjob from her to after waking up! What a treat!

Flare couldn’t contain her excitement any longer, her shy and sweet demeanor fell as she unbuttoned his pants and zipper pulled down.

You meanwhile were too stunned to even protest. This woman was definitely weird but she didn’t seem mad when she saw your boner. Most woman you’ve met would’ve understandingly slapped you across the face and tell you to get out their house.

You saw how Flare looked at your bare cock in amazement and lust. You were both turned on and terrified at what she was going to do to next…

Flare was a virgin, through and through. She wasn’t ready for sex but she definitely wouldn’t mind taking care of your problem.

Flare held the shaft of your cock, working it up and down. She’s heard from women that this is how it’s done. Flare wanted to do a good job and saw your reaction closely, gosh you moan so sexy right now! She loved it! It encouraged her to keep going at a medium pace, rubbing the sticky precum as lubricant. You groaned in delight as she did that. She was a natural.

Flare smiled as she felt your thighs shaking the more she quicken the pace of jerking your cock. “Fuck that feels sooo good!” You praised her, Flare blushed as a result and wanted to do more to make you feel good.

“P-put my cock in your mouth-!” You breathed out as you pulled your head back into the pillow. Flare immediately followed and engulfed your entire cock as much she could. “Fffffuck yes! Flare!” You cried in praise. Your hands found themselves on her head, combing through her scalp, seeing her beautiful long vibrant red hair just tangle through your fingers. So soft! Her mouth was wet and warm as she sucked your cock, her lips lightly brushed the foreskin as she bobbed her head up and down, gargling her throat as she pushed further in. Fuck that felt even better!

Oh shit! You were close to cumming! You immediately pulled her hair, resulting in her head lifting up, confused.

“I-I’m really close..” you admitted, panting. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your face?” You wanted to give her a warning beforehand. Flare licked the corners of her mouth, there were still remenats of precum and saliva around her chin and lips.

Flare only giggle and stared at you with dark eyes. “Oh dear (Y/n)!” She breathed out in excitement. “I had the most amazing idea!” Without a second thought, she untied her bikini bra, letting it drift down from her chest.

Flare lightly blushed as she saw your reaction to her bare breasts. So handsome and cute at the same time. Your eyes were frozen in awe as your hands wandered, groping her soft breasts. Flare was flattered and loved the attention you gave to her. You found your thumb slipping around her brown perked nipple, Flare gasped, shaking a bit, she had no idea her body was so sensitive at such small touches! She felt a slight tingle sensation around her breast but didn’t think too much about it.

Teasingly, you let go her breasts, smirking a bit as she was bewildered. “What’d you have in mind?” You asked.

Flare lowered herself again, this time aligning her cleavage above your harden cock. Your body shook with excitement as you stared at her.

Flare pulled the shaft of your cock between her breasts, making you groan in delight. Fuck it felt nice and soft having your cock nestled between her skin as your cock was being squeezed by her busty breasts.

Flare had her hands on the side of each breast as she moved it up and down the shaft slowly, not wanting your cock to slip off.

She spit inbetween her cleavage to add more lubrication. The warmth of her spit felt similar to her blowjob previously that it felt oh so good all the same! Flare noticed her breasts as she gasped seeing her boobs grow an extra size. They were getting larger the more aroused she was. Which made (Y/n) close to cumming as his cock was being engulfed by her double sized chest.

A nice boob job was something you weren’t expecting at all, specially not from a red headed woman who nursed you back to health in the same day. Whatever gods or powerful entity was involved in blessing you today, you’d cry out and say thank you as Flare’s melon sized boobs had you on the verge of cumming close.

Flare noticed you thighs shaking a bit, and immediately put the tip of your cock in her mouth her breasts were still engulfed by your whole shaft. The warmth of her mouth was oh so perfect when sucked and licked around the tip in her mouth.

“S-shit! I’m cumming!” You cried out. Flare hummed in delight as she kept sucking the tip of the cock more and more. She squeezed her breasts together as tight as she could.

“Fuuuuck! F-Flare!” You cummed inside her mouth. Flare choked a bit as she swallowed as much as could while the cum poured into her mouth, some leaking on the corners of her mouth as they dripped down her breasts.

Flare sat up as she licked up as much she could, (Y/n) was heavily panting as his head was resting on the pillow, catching his breath.

Flare really did suck the soul out of him. He chuckled at himself, sitting up along with Flare, dazed and sweating after that.

Flare then noticed her sudden growth of her chest retracted back to her regular double D size breasts. Must be some kind of temporary thing in her body whenever she gets horny. Flare couldn’t think much on it now.

(Y/n) brought her attention back, offering her some tissues to clean up the mess he made on her bare chest. Flare smiled, flattered how charming and sweet he was afterwards.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind staying at Sun Village a bit longer.

Flare couldn’t be more happier! If oral sex got him to consider staying for a bit, her mind wandered at how she can get him to stay to the point of living with her….

[bijackkellys]

melt your headaches, call it home

fandom: newsies (the musical) word count: 4,990 relationships: jack kelly/katherine plumber pulitzer, david jacobs & jack kelly tags: post-canon, period typical attitudes, canon-typical violence, class differences, racism, character study, hurt/comfort, angst, poc jack kelly, jack parenting the newsies, touch-starved jack kelly, attachment issues, background javid if you tilt your head and squint

Jack might've won the fight but that meant nothing now: Morris was the one still inside. Guys like him would always win where it mattered. The strike; a rare fluke—hadn't he learned his lesson enough times? It was winter in New York; he was a goddamn losing dog.

notes: i wrote this in march of last year and it's been up on my ao3 since then, but i wanted to repost it here with some minor edits. character study with a jatherine focus, but jack and davey refuse not to Yearn in every scene they have together so there's a bit of that. let's call it a testament to my indecision and jack's fatal flaw of loving everyone who touches him.

latino jack kelly is the hc i had in mind writing this fic, but i will live and die by a jack that is anything but white. mild blood, racism, lots of class issues, some crude language, brief discussions of illness, historical inaccuracies abound, generally angsty jack. title from northern downpour. enjoy!

read it on ao3

The weather turned quick, the way it always did: New York in November swallowed up by four o’clock darkness and the kind of cold that sunk its teeth into everything. It wasn’t snowing yet but it would be soon; from the rooftop Jack could see the grey clouds coalescing on the edges of the sky, a looming threat, a boot waiting to fall.

He tallied the numbers in his head. Mush, Scrapper, and Buttons would all need new coats this year; they’d hit their growth spurts, skinny limbs poking out from their sleeves and pant cuffs, Mush nearly as tall as Jack now. Elmer had lost his hat to a bad storm last winter and they’d made it through ‘til spring then but with this kind of weather it’d be a death sentence. They would all need more blankets; Specs, a new pair of glasses after his had snapped down the middle; gloves for the littles who were all growing too quick to keep up with.

The illustrator’s gig paid alright but there were always new mouths to feed and never enough beds. They’d get what they could from the church clothing drive before the neighborhood vultures swept in; break into the slush fund if they had to. Jack took a moment to mourn the wistful little indulgences he’d never get to buy: the shiny pack of Coronas for Racer, the set of used charcoals in the book store, the battered copy of Wuthering Heights he’d thought of gifting Katherine. Penny to penny was no way to live, but at least they’d be living. Better than the alternative: New York in winter, merciless.

There was a creaking from the staircase, the wind almost too loud to hear it. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, Cowboy?” Racer had joined him on the roof, stinking of cigar smoke, restless hands alive in the cold. “You dreamin’ of somewhere warm?”

He’d taken off his cap and his hair was a bright swatch of color against the city sky. Jack knew Race would never say it but that he was afraid, sometimes, that Jack would bolt again and leave them all behind for good. Westward bound. 

Jack was eighteen now and in a year or two he’d be too old for selling papes, for leading the borough. That was the way of things; all newsies had to grow out sometime. It would be someone else’s job to run things soon and they both knew it. 

But not yet. Winter was roaring in; for now, at least, Manhattan was Jack’s to bear.

He clapped a hand on Racetrack’s shoulder and ruffled his curls. “Nah, just somewhere where you don’t stink up the place,” he grinned, and Racer gave that feral little smile of his right back, sharp and bright as an alley cat. “Go wake the others, kid,” Jack said. “These papes ain’t gonna sell themselves.”

Pushing papers in winter was a shit gig; no one wanted to hang around in the freeze long enough to mingle, let alone haggle with a newsie. They’d been starved for a good headline for weeks. Jack got by on practiced charm and a smile that could tough out the worst of the weather, but it was harder when you only had one good leg. 

Jack watched Crutchie move down the street, the unsure skittering of his crutch against the rough patches of ice. He had that look on his face that meant his leg was acting up, the wired tension in his shoulders, the twist at the corner of his mouth. And still he was waving papers like they were the goddamn American flag. He was stubborn and he’d picked that up from Jack, but stubbornness only got you so far. 

Jack squinted up at the sky. “’S getting late,” he said, the only offer of an out he could think of, and it was: sundown had come and gone without much fanfare; it was dark all the time nowadays. 

“Then go home, Jack,” Crutchie sighed, “I still got papes to sell.” 

There was an edge to his voice; he was annoyed, Jack knew, not at him but at the cold, at the ice, at the unsympathetic city and his bum leg. He couldn’t cover the same ground as the others and it made his days longer and duller, hours of shuffling up and down the same indifferent street. Jack half wanted to take him into his arms but neither of them were little kids anymore.

“Give ‘em to me,” Jack said, and held out his hand. 

Crutchie threw him a sidelong glare and curled himself around the newspapers, like he was protecting them, like they were precious. Not even two pennies a pape and they meant everything. There was nothing else that was theirs. “I can sell my own papes, Jack.” 

“I know you can, Crutch, but it’s freezing.” 

“Then go home .” It was a snarl this time, or as close as Crutchie could get to one. “I don’t need you runnin’ after me all the time. You ain’t even supposed to be out here.”

Crutchie was right; Jack had a desk job, and a couple drawings paid more than hours of selling papers. But he was a newsie, and he had his boys to look out for. 

Jack dredged up a sure calm, like reigning a storm. “You’s dead on your feet and everyone can see it,” he said, even. “You ain’t doing anyone any good makin’ yourself worse off. Quit tryin’ to play hero.”

Crutchie scoffed at that, “Big words from you, Jackie.” But his eyes had gone huge and tired. 

Jack whistled low and long and Albert came barreling around the corner. “Hey Albert, get Crutchie home, wouldya?” 

Albert gave him a two-fingered salute. “Aye-aye, Cap’n.” 

Crutchie looked ruefully at him; it made him seem younger, like the kid that Jack used to sing to sleep. They were growing and it pushed them up against the edges of the world. Jack opened his hand again, and this time Crutchie gave him the papers without argument, leaned into him like he needed something steadier than the wooden crutch at his side.

“Get some rest, Charlie,” Jack said, and pressed his mouth to Crutchie’s hair. He was not too grown for that, at least. “Tomorrow’s another day.”

—

The first night that it snowed that winter, Jack dreamed of Santa Fe. That old familiar stretch of land and sky, golden under his eyelids; New York, a black hole, and out west a lifeline. It was summer. There was a train ticket, a Palomino, a face he’d follow anywhere—

“It’s just a party.”

Katherine’s hair was a lit flame. All his watercolors were at Medda’s, or he’d have done something to do the burning coils of it justice on the page; as it was she was rendered in charcoal grey, nothing like the living, breathing creature in front of him.

He envied Katherine sometimes; her freckles were paler and her hair was darker but the rest of winter rolled right off of her. He’d never known anyone like that—that the cold couldn’t touch. She was defiant to everything, even New York December.

“Wouldya quit moving?” Jack said, more to avoid her question than anything else.

Katherine, obstinate, twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. “Come on, Jackie. There’ll be desserts, and champagne, and everyone from the office will be there. But it’ll be no fun without you.”

Jack smirked. “We can make our own fun.”

She threw an eraser at him and missed. “Don’t be crass,” she said, but she was grinning. “If you don’t come I’ll have to dance with someone else.”

Jack wasn’t sure why she didn’t. It’d be easier, surely, then making clumsy circles with the scrawny orphan boy, dodging taunts about his poorness, his brownness, the rough slur of his accent. It shouldn’t have been permissible but it was because she’d made it so. He wondered, sometimes, if he was another act of rebellion to her, a fuck-you to her father. A strike instead of a person.

She took his drawing hand in both of hers and breathed into it. His fingers were always cramped and never warm enough but under the soft pads of her hands his skin blazed, like coming alive. “I won’t make you go,” she said, and kissed his rough knuckles. “But it’s Christmas.” 

“I got nothin’ to wear,” he said softly, lamely; they both knew it was a shit excuse.

Katherine traced the scar on his palm and smiled like a secret, the way she did when she knew she’d won. If this was her defiance he could live with it. “I’ve already got it covered.”

Darcy’s old suit was too big around the shoulders and not long enough at the ankles, but it was jet-black and pinstriped with a shade of cobalt that Kath said complimented the brown of his eyes. Jack felt like he was playing dress-up, even more so after Medda had gelled and combed back the flop of his curls. He looked like the Delanceys, like Pulitzer, like every single man who had ever spat in his face. 

When Romeo saw him in his suit he wolf-whistled loud enough to ring. “Cowboy’s running with the big boys now!” he grinned, and Jack hit him with his hat—a porkpie, not a newsie cap, the brim of it jarring. 

“Gimme a break,” he rolled his eyes. “One party, and then it’s back to slummin’ it with the rest of you.”

Romeo held a hand over his chest like he’d been shot. “Don’t you forget about us, Jack!” Ever the fucking drama queen.

—

It was Christmas Eve. The Pulitzer palace—the world through a sheet of gossamer, everything shining, gliding past each other without meeting. It was not: the heavy slaps of bare feet on pavement, the playful roughhousing, hands in hair, hands on hands. It was a life so delicate it couldn’t be touched.

“What do you think?” Katherine at his side, wearing lace-trimmed gloves, not touching him. There was a flute of champagne balanced easily in her hand and splotches of high color on her cheeks; she had slipped into the skin of this world like second nature, like she owned it. 

He resisted the urge to twist his borrowed hat in his hands. There was a fire roaring somewhere, but lately he was always freezing. “I shouldn’t be here.” The only other brown kids in the room were moving soundlessly through the crowd, silver platters of pastries held aloft. 

“Everyone from the office was invited.” Her voice was gentle. Her fingers fluttered near his elbow, but didn’t land. “We can leave if you’d like.”

He shook his head. To go now would be a retreat, a surrender. Across the room the men in starched suits were sizing him up as if betting on a dog fight—waiting to see how hard he’d bite, how many rounds he could go. Jack knew nothing of the Pulitzer world but he knew this. 

“No,” he said, and offered her his hand, “Let’s dance.”

Morris had snuck up on him—evidence that he was getting soft. There was a hand on his shoulder and Jack nearly flinched but caught himself, quelled it, turned to face the open palm and hawkish smile of the man behind him.

“Kelly,” Morris shook his hand with forceful geniality. There was a fat cigar balanced on his lip and the smoke was getting in Jack’s eyes. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Kath had disappeared into the crowd; Jack, pathetically, wanted to call for her, but he understood the playacting for what it was. He dug his fingers in, grinned back so hard his face hurt. “Delancey number two, always a pleasure .” 

The muscle in Morris’s jaw jumped. Around them the rest of the partygoers moved like water, unaffected by the standoff. “You rob a tailor for that suit, Cowboy?” The nickname in his mouth was as sharp-edged as a slur. “It doesn’t fit you quite right.”

Jack scoffed. “Thanks for the tip, Morris, but I ain’t in the habit of takin’ fashion advice from a guy whose mommy still buttons his trousers.”

Morris jerked forward and for a moment Jack thought he would hit him, but instead he pulled Jack close by the back of his neck, a gesture that would’ve been endearing, even brotherly, if Morris wasn’t Morris and didn’t reek like cheap cologne and greed. Jack could feel the heat from his cigar on his collar. He thought of Snyder, briefly, horribly, and then drowned that image quick.

“It’s a shame about Katherine.” The grip on his wrist was a bear trap, a steel maw. “Dirtying up her bloodline, runnin’ around with trash like you.”

Jack snarled. “Keep her name outta your mouth.”

A smile, cut like the edge of a knife. Morris’s breath on his ear: “Maybe if she had a real man to show her a good time...”

“Morris.”

“One of her own kind, that’s the ticket. None of your immigrant shit. I bet she’d get real loud, too, seeing as she never stops running her damn mouth—“

Jack couldn’t stop himself; he lunged.

The world was wrenched sideways into disjointed frames of shouts and colors and blows. When it righted again he was freezing, his head ached; he’d been thrown out on the stoop and his lip was busted. There was blood on his collar, in his mouth. 

Jack might’ve won the fight but that meant nothing now; Morris was the one still inside. Guys like him would always win where it mattered. The strike; a rare fluke—hadn’t he learned his lesson enough times? It was winter in New York; he was a goddamn losing dog.

Somewhere there were carolers singing. Merry fucking Christmas. Through the bolted door he could still hear the laughter from inside the party, a whole world away. 

—

“You look like shit.” Davey, smiling in the window, moonlight rippling over the even lines of his face like water. “Can’t go five minutes without picking a fight, huh Jackie?”

“You ain’t so pretty yourself,” Jack scoffed, but he nearly shivered at the loveliness of someone kind and familiar. “It’s fuckin’ frigid out here, lemme in.”

Davey lit a candle by the bed and the tiny warmth of it was a miracle. It had been snowing hard on the walk over: Jack was soaked to the skin, couldn’t feel his feet. Maybe couldn’t feel anything. His head was still roaring, even with the wind locked outside. 

“We need to get you a helmet,” Davey tutted, easy concern on the edge of his voice as he wiped the blood from where Morris had split Jack’s brow. His fingers were steady, unwavering. “Or a self-preservation instinct.”

Jack resisted the urge to lean into his touch. “Too late for that,” he hummed. “Kath’s gonna kill me.”

“She won’t.” 

“I ruined her father’s party.”

Davey raised an eyebrow at him. “You really think Katherine Plumber won’t surprise you?”

Jack laughed and then was thrown by it, suddenly: the overwhelming force of how much he’d missed Davey—his surety, his sincerity, his unflinching hands. Davey had gone back to school in the fall and since then they’d only seen each other a handful of times a month, less now that it was too cold for anyone to be out selling papes unless they had to be. Still the fondness in his gaze was irrevocable; they’d slotted back into place as easy as anything. He knew what it was to face the world with Davey Jacobs. They’d done it before.

“Davey,” Jack started, vulnerability heavy in his hoarse throat. He was tired; wasn’t sure what it was he needed to say. For a moment they stared at each other, a silence that stretched so long it ached. Then: 

“The lodging house this time of year—it can’t be very warm.” Davey worked his lip between his teeth. “You’ll take the bed, right?”

His fingers hovered, just shy of Jack’s. So close that Jack held his breath. “I can’t stay,” he tried to say, but Davey shook his head. 

“It’s freezing and you look like death already, Jack. If I let you leave now I’ll never hear the end of it from my ma. Spare me the lecture, please?”

Jack knew it was a flimsy excuse but it was late, and his head hurt, and he was still cold and too tired for another fight. He wanted to sleep for a hundred years. He wanted someone to look after him—

Davey; lovely, within reach; the candlelight moving in flickers. It would be Christmas tomorrow. 

Jack exhaled with everything that was in him. 

“I can’t.” His chest ached; he felt it down to his bones. “Davey, the boys—I gotta go.” 

—

“Katherine came lookin’ for you.”

Specs hovered at Jack’s shoulder like an uncertain bird. Christmas day, the lodging house a jungle; Jack had spent the night trekking back from Davey’s and the morning handing out penny candies to the littles. His head hurt something fierce. He would’ve drawn them something, but his hands wouldn’t quit shaking.

“Thanks, Specs,” Jack passed a palm over his face and squared his shoulders. “She look mad?”

Specs cracked a smile and adjusted his glasses, crooked from where they were taped together at the bridge. “You know Plumber, she’s a hurricane on a good day. Didn’t seem like she was pissed at you, though.”

Jack nodded. He knew what he’d done; he’d be lucky if he wasn’t fired and luckier still if he was ever allowed near Katherine again. She knew what he was and had stuck around ‘til now anyway, but that could only take them so far. They were running down the clock.

Behind him, Specs wrung his hands. “Cowboy,” he said slowly, “there’s something else.”

Jack was tired, his patience thin. “Spit it out then, wouldya?”

Specs, hesitating—bad news, and not the headliner kind they prayed for; Jack ran through the worst-case scenarios in his head and still it didn’t prepare him. “Elmer’s sick.” 

“What?” But he’d heard him fine. The freeze: worse than the snowstorm, worse than New York winter. Jack’s hand made an unsteady fist. “How bad is it?”

He knew the answer to that; head colds had rippled through the lodging house all month and they’d dealt with it fine, but Spec’s fear was foreign. It had to be—something awful, something he couldn’t think about. Jack shuddered with his whole body, and in his periphery he could see Specs pause.

“You ain’t lookin’ too good yourself, Jackie—“

“How bad is it, Specs? ”

Specs’ long dark fingers, twisting; his knuckles popped. “He dropped like a fly yesterday,” he said at last. “Just hit the ground. He’s got a bad cough and a worse fever; Romeo’s looking after him now. We tried to give him—food and water and such, but he won’t take nothin’.”

Elmer, laid up and dying while Jack drank champagne at a party. The thought of it made his stomach roll. “Okay,” he said, a trembling exhale through his teeth, “Get a cool washcloth and meet me by his bed. Tell the littles to give us some space—I don’t want no one else getting sick.”

Specs lifted his eyebrows. “You sure you’re up for this, Jack? You look like hell—”

“Who’s runnin’ this borough, you or me?” Jack pinned Specs with a stare. For a moment they faced each other, an impasse.

At last a sheepish smile split Specs’ face. “You are, Cap’n,” he said, with a fond roll of his eyes, and Jack grinned.

“Attaboy.” 

It took three terrifying days for Elmer’s fever to break. The interludes: Elmer, small with sickness, dwarfed even by the cramped little bed of the lodging house; Racer and Specs arguing over who would take the night shifts; meals skipped to pay for cold medicine and the rest of them working overtime. There was a period where Elmer threw up everything they put in his mouth and Jack was sure he’d starve before he got better, but he didn’t; the kid was a fighter. By the end of it Jack was dead on his feet and the slush fund was nearly empty, but the relief of it—

Elmer, looking up at him from under his heavy lashes. It might’ve been a summer’s day. “Hiya, Jackie,” he said hoarsely, and smiled, and everything else was secondary.

—

“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” 

Katherine, in the doorway of his office. The stretch of her shadow took up all the air in the room.

It was almost New Year’s. The World was mostly empty by now: it was late; Jack was making up for the time he’d lost after the party. The lodging house had felt so goddamn small, inescapable; he’d needed—the space. The quiet. The pen between his freezing fingers.   

He didn’t look up from his drawing, Roosevelt’s caricature in sprawling ink. “Did you think I’d been fired?” He nearly had been, but his boss had taken pity on him. It probably helped that he was the best artist they had, but it was a near miss even still. 

“I didn’t think I’d find you anywhere,” Katherine amended. “You’ve been avoiding me.” It was not an accusation; it was a statement of fact: this was Katherine the reporter, non-fucking-partisan. Jack wasn’t sure if he would’ve preferred—the rooftop, the fight, her fist under his chin, him leaning into the punch. In the summer it had been so easy.

“Elmer was sick.” Jack’s pen fumbled, a stray dip in the line. “Between that, and beggin’ for my job back…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” There was a waver in her voice, then. “I’m sorry about the party.”

He looked up at her, and then found he couldn’t look away: the bright heat of her gaze, the red shock of her loose hair. She was still peppered in snow, and it glittered like starlight. 

“What’re you sorry for?”

Katherine stepped through the doorway and then hesitated, her movements slow and telegraphed, like she was afraid of spooking him off. Maybe she was right for it; he had a habit of running away. 

“I shouldn’t have brought you into that,” she said quietly. “You didn’t want to go, and I pushed it—and you got hurt.”

“S’nothing,” he gestured offhandedly to the cut over his eye. “You think I ain’t tangled with Delancey before?”

She made a soft noise in the back of her throat. “That’s not the point,” she said. “And honestly, Jack, you look like death.”

He scoffed. “So everyone keeps telling me.” Unfair, he thought, because it had been a long few days, a long winter. He hadn’t slept and had barely eaten and was cold all the damn time, but he couldn’t admit that to her—he wanted to be untouchable, invincible the way she was. Katherine Plumber, the king of New York. 

He missed her so much. Even now, she was a whole world away.

Her pale hands fumbled with something in the pocket of her coat. “I got you a Christmas present, but I didn’t get a chance—I wanted to—” She laid a parcel on his desk, lovingly wrapped in newspaper, the print running in careful, creased lines. “Here.” 

The sight of it made his stomach curl. He shoved it back towards her. “You shouldn’t have got me nothin’.”

“Of course I did.” She was being so gentle. He wished she’d stop talking to him like he was a goddamn stray. At least when they were fighting he knew what to do: they were both tooth-and-nailers, they were good at it. It was the only time they felt like equals. 

“Katherine,” he said, and ground his teeth into the soft consonants of her name. “I don’t want nothin’ from you.”

“Alright.”

“I think you should go.”

He heard her breath hitch. There was a pit in his stomach: hunger, surely, but something else too. 

“You don’t mean that.”

“Maybe I do.” He dug his teeth into his split lip and fresh blood burst forth, the pain of it bright and grounding. In the weeks after the refuge, he used to split his palms open on his nails; the old habits died hard.

She said, “I wish you’d just talk to me.” At last her voice had earned an edge, frustration ripe at the corner of it. “I didn’t think Jack Kelly was a quitter.“

“Don’t call me that.”

“That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?”

“Don’t you get it, Ace?” Jack stood up so fast his head spun; he’d knocked the bottle of ink over the page. Black bloomed like spring flowers across Roosevelt’s face. “Your world ain’t mine. We ain’t supposed to be together—“

“When has it ever mattered what we’re supposed to do?” she demanded. “Just because some assholes at a party—“

“This ain’t about the party.”

Her gaze, a steady burn. A searchlight. “Tell me what it is, then.”

He thought of the first time she’d kissed him, the way it had been hard enough to hurt. The way he would’ve done anything.

“I can’t be the guy you want me to be,” he said, an exhale that rattled his core. “I ain’t a rich man, I ain’t a white man, I got nothing to give you—I got no money, no Christmas presents—hell, I can’t pay for my boys to eat half the time. What we’re doing here, the things people will say— “

Katherine stepped toward him. “Does it look like I care about that? I’m not asking for you to be anyone else.”

“Then what’re you doin’ here ?” His voice was raw. His whole body ached. “I’m not some charity case. And I won’t be your—your revenge trip against your father, neither—“

She reached out. Her touch: just a trace of the purpling bruise on his cheekbone with her fingers, but the sensation of it was like sunlight; it spanned the whole room. He wanted to beg like a fucking dog for more, for it to mean something.

“You’ve got a fever.” She swallowed. “You and your godforsaken pride. Jack—“

They had lived their whole lives on hyperboles, on names that weren’t theirs. They were both so good at lying. 

“Say the truth,” he said, a plea.

Her hand steadied. “I just want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Do you trust me?” 

There was no answer to that. He hated her so much for asking. Jack trusted nothing but his borough and his boys and his own resolve, and lately not even that—but she was here, she had stayed, she was something to believe in. She had never asked him for anything, except for this. 

In the winter he was always so afraid. But Katherine— 

His eyes shuttered closed. “I don’t know—how to do this.”

She did not kiss him. But her hands touched his hair, his brown skin, the raised scar behind his ear, careful and reverent, like he was worthy of that. The rareness of it shook him.

“Come home with me,” she said softly. “Or anywhere. It doesn’t matter; somewhere where I can—” She broke off and tangled their fingers together. “Your hands are so cold.” But she held on.

Jack thought of it: her world, with space carved out for him. The Santa Fe of the east, a lifeline, everything he wanted. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It ain’t that easy.”

“Why not?”

“Well your father, for one,” he said. “He’ll probably kill me if I show my face back there.”

Katherine laughed. “My father can rot in hell, for all I care. The Delanceys, too. You think I’d let them touch you again?” Her eyes were aflame, defiant to the winter, to the world. She was a revolutionary; it was wired in her, every pen-to-page a new century. She never lied where it mattered. The soft pad of her thumb against his busted lip was a promise.

He shuddered with the earnestness of it, almost too much to bear. “I got my boys to look after.”

“Tomorrow,” she said. “Just one night—they’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.” Elmer, frail and shaking in his bed. Jack hurt everywhere. “It gets so cold in that lodging house, Kath. You got no idea.”

She pulled him close to her and held him there. “I wish you’d be selfish, for once.” He could feel the meter of her heartbeat against his chest, a pull like gravity. “Can’t you see that you’re no good to them if you’re dead?” 

The blue world outside the window was still moving, but in here everything had narrowed down to this: her hands, her eyes, her breath on his cheek. For once the snow was too far away to touch them. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this warm. 

“You’ve taken such good care of them,” Katherine said, almost too quiet to hear. She pulled back to trace the outline of his jaw. “You take care of everyone. Just let me do this.”

She had never asked him for anything. Only this. 

Medda had said, a long time ago— run towards something. Jack was so sick of dead ends. He wanted to be full, to be held, to sleep just long enough to dream. He wanted—

Katherine, in the lamplight. The surest thing he’d ever known. 

“You ain’t gonna get sick of me?” He had to be certain.

“I’m sick of you now, Kelly, but I’m still asking.” She smiled; it was springtime, it was the sun. 

He pressed her palm into his chest, like he’d done in the summer, a million years ago. His pulse surged under her fingers, like coming alive—winter was a beast at his back, but there was a new century ahead of them. It would be theirs soon. 

“Alright then, Ace,” he breathed at last, and squeezed her hand. “Take me home.”

[twistedtummies2]

Not giving Bela and Kepp a Keyblade, for the other Predator Gods and their champions, which Keyblades would fit them?

I'll just give one to all of them anyway, because why the heck not? XD I'm basing this mostly on looks and styles, for the record.

For Prax Hondur, the God of Vengeance, I think End of Pain is a good choice. Prax is essentially a figure of divine retribution, punishing people for their crimes; he's a giant walking man-eating hellhound, essentially. If there was ever a keyblade that looked like it came from the bowels of Hell itself, it would be this one.

For his Champion, Mike Mendel, I think Way to the Dawn could be a good fit. It has a couple of visual elements slightly similar to End of Pain, but it has a very different vibe. The keyblade is meant to symbolize Riku's redemptive story arc, with imagery that evokes both angelic good and demonic evil; for Mike, who is a Servant of (and lover to) the God of Vengeance, but isn't quite as black-and-white in his moral philosophy, I think that could be an interesting visual metaphor in a different way.

For Baan Mehar, God of Desire, I think I'm gonna go with Crystal Snow. As much as I DESPISE the Arendelle World in KH3, I do genuinely like the look of this keyblade, in general. As for why I'm choosing it for Baan...well, Baan's animal motif is a polar bear, so I felt a keyblade with an ice theme fit him best. There are really only two candidates I can automatically remember (the other being Diamond Dust), and I think the design of this keyblade works a bit better. Being shaped like an actual castle gives it a grandiose nature, fitting the weapon of a God...while having a cute little snowman keychain fits Baan's more sweethearted personality as well.

For his Champion, Seala Jones, I think I'm gonna go with Ever After. I actually had a REALLY hard time deciding for Seala, for a lot of reasons; I wanted a keyblade that kind of contrasted Baan's, while still having some sweetness and lightness to it. Ever After is themed around Tangled/The Kingdom of Corona, which can kind of be seen as a "sister film" to Frozen, I would argue, and also depicts a fairy-tale tower of isolation (Rapunzel's woodland retreat), but has a theme of flowers and sunlight rather than icy cold. It seems a decent enough fit.

And now, for Bela, the God of Gluttony. I think Skull Noise is aesthetically the most fitting. It's a very "dark-looking" Keyblade, and when you combine the menacing appearance and skull logo with it actually having a little black cat as the keychain - which is Bela's animal motif - I think it matches well enough. As an Honorable Mention, I'll offer "Pumpkinhead," because a keyblade with a Gothic, Halloween-style, Tim-Burton-y look also seems appropriately fitting.

As for his Champion and "pet," Kepp...Lost Memory. Without question. The name of it alone feels like it fits Kepp most, and the style of the Keyblade just looks like it would fit him and his Master quite well. I also like the color contrast: Bela's key being mostly black, while Kepp's is mostly white.

[msfbgraves]

Saw the CK 6 trailer and I already hate Daniel's hairstyle/cut. Methinks the producers go out of their fucking way to make him look not-as-cute as he is totally capable of. STOP WITH THE SEVERE PARTED STYLE HOLY FUCK. Give him his messy, floppy hair back!! Or something cute and short like how he looked in Lost Cat Corona! Not this bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah Nonnie I'm sad to say I agree. I don't know what is up with the way they light and style Daniel in this trailer. Just for reference, I looked up the table read for S6 and some events Ralph did in 2023, with of course little to no makeup on and he looks so much better! And I know they'd already filmed some stuff for s6 during s5 so if only for continuity's sake that is weird, people. Kinda makes me wonder if Daniel's supposed to be ill? Or Ralph somehow was during filming? I mean, with how he's supposed to be in yet another Kid reboot I don't think so. And also, sometimes age very suddenly catches up with people, but there are pics from 2023 and 2024 with no make up on and no professional lighting where Ralph looks better than Daniel in this trailer.

Very, very strange.

[theoriginalkittyromero-blog]

FLEETING THOUGHTS

It was about time something happened, upon pain and destruction, coursing inside my head. Is there a reason? Maybe. No. Definitely. Do I remember? Clear as day. Maybe it all started when I was 11. Maybe it started with my birth. I wouldn't know. That is, what I can't remember. Analysing it, I think something triggered it. Maybe my narcissistic mother, or that man that stole the one thing that every woman keeps holy. Virginity is something we deem closest to us. But what does it mean? The first kiss? The first hug? The first time drinking something alcoholic? There is always a first time. For everything. Only, if we realy know and cherish this, we know to worship life itself. But what if that chance gets taken from you? What I wish to tell is, that there may be a first time, but most times it is with the wrong people, some times the wrong time or even with the wrong feelings. Things get taken from you, from me, from all of us. We tend to hang onto these things, but then, at some point, it is nothing anymore. We forget why we hang on, we forget what that feeling was, what the people that were with us felt or how they looked. Life is by all means not short. You can see and feel it when standing in line to buy something, when we wait for something and even when we can't fall asleep because something keeps us up. On other occasions it is way too fast. When you feel comfortable, when you enjoy the time you are spending with someone you like or doing something you love. Now... My life tends to be very slow. The feeling of having lost the joy of life, kreeps onto me. Doctors call it Depression, Family calls it a phase. But I know, deep down, that I am analysing way too much. I tend to overthink, not fast as others but slowly. Boring myself with it to the point of me trying to do anything to break my mind away from thoughts. Playing guitarre, listening to music until I become deaf, drawing, reading, binge watching shows and movies. The pleasure doesn't lay within any of those things, at least not anymore. It lays with a person dead already. someone, nobody will be able to replace. Someone, some call mother, Father or any other Family member. Maybe even a dog or cat. The crushing feeling, of having lost that someone, makes my heart heavy without me noticing. Now, sometimes I find joy again and life is better. But everybody leaves at some point and everybody has someone else, where life seems faster. Is it what we wish for though? Life to be fast? We say we want to cherish moments, say we don't want them to end. But what if that hug felt a little too crushing? what if... The list is endless, seeming to not be able to stand on it's own. All what if's can be answered though. The only problem, is that everybody answers them differently. That is something good, realy. But I don't want a hundred answers. I want the one answer that tells me, why I feel empty without that someone, why I can't understand my own feelings sometimes. why I don't know what to write and still, my fingers keep typing. Is that your magic? Did you give me something new to make my life faster? My pulse rushes when thinking about you. My heart pounds again. I thought it was dead since so many took and took. Never giving anything back at all. So selfish, so miserable. Like they didn't have anything else to do, other than make me more miserable. Confusing me more, ripping parts out until I am left empty like that one roll of toilet paper during Corona. Or when everybody send Sunflower Oil to the Ukraine. How selfish. To not think about others but to still want to stand in a light. I am not a good person. Not a good living being. And still... I crave you. I feel drawn in. But sometimes, you lure and on other times, you push away. I try not to feel again but you make me feel and I cherish the pounding of my heart once more...

[runningracingdancingchasing]

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on?

😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

Munday Asks - Accepting!

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

Since 2011, so we're at 13 years, now!

✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on?

So many. I used to RP through forums and mailing lists back in the day. I also RP through regular old phone text and Discord. I've roleplayed through passing notes with doodles on them, and of course live and in person as well! I've even LARPed once!

😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?

How scared we all are of being the first to reach out and talk to each other. 😂 Not to sound like the old fogey that I am, but back in my day (ie when I first started RPing here) reaching out to other RPers was the only way to get interaction. Follow someone, send them asks about their threads (in or out of character), send them memes and prompts from stuff they post. Or hell, join an RP group. That's actually how I got my start. But that often required an audition where you sent in proof of your writing capabilities and handle on the character you wanted to RP as.

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

Honestly, more than I can count. I've made many and lost some, too. @reanimatedmuses @xiaolindude @ofteaandmagic @droppingdonkeys @yieldingdreams and @bitofthisandthat to name a few of the current ones.

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

I've been invited to @yieldingdreams' wedding, so my cat's health pending, I hope to meet them in a little over a year! I'd also love to meet @ofteaandmagic, who I've been RPing with basically as long as I've been RPing here, and @droppingdonkeys who I chat with on Discord regularly. (I'd also like to see @xiaolindude again.)

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

@reanimatedmuses gets top billing for this since we're dating and see each other twice a year. X3 But I've met @xiaolindude as previously mentioned, and also @coronas-dashing-rogue and @gottagetmeoneofthese (both of whom I miss terribly, but at least we still chat).

[russolaw]

lost cat corona for anyone interested ❤️

https://tubitv.com/movies/517412/lost-cat-corona

[chaserainbows]

Week 5 part 1

(this one's cool)

This time we're getting right to the point because it's a special challenge

It's the lipsync tournament which means everyone will face off one by one until one person's left as the winner, which means that this episode will have a LOT of lipsyncs

We've already seen Sidney Garreth Lynn and Aaron lipsyncing and they all had really good performances, Will didn't lipsync on this season but he did on season 3 and it was alright, and we haven't seen anything from Shauntal Grusha or Candice so they could be either really good or really bad

The first lipsync is Aaron vs Grusha and we have another Doja Cat song, the question is if it's gonna be as good as Sidney vs Lynn

Also this is a challenge based only on performance ability and runways aren't considered for judging AARON LA CORONA ES TUYA

And he does win, advancing into the tournament while Grusha's at risk of elimination for the first time so far

Will and Sidney are next and this is a really good song but it's so far out of Sidney's wheelhouse compared to Will's

He still wins though because he may be a spooky darkness creature but he can express joy

this song is not it but you never know if there's macklemore fans out there

Also it's kinda ironic that the first song with male vocals so far (ignoring the Rupaul song I replaced) would be on the lipsync with 2 girls but I mean Sidney and Garreth lipsynced to Rihanna ep1 so it's fair

Lynn wins her first lipsync and with that her first high placement in like EVER the redemption is coming through

Candice lost but then again this song is not for her

Garreth and Shauntal are the final pair and we already know that Garreth's a beast of a performer but Shauntal's skills are completely unknown at this point

Also I literally didn't know this song and after listening to it this is a song Candice would slay

AND SHAUNTAL WINS you know Garreth did NOT see that coming

Next up on the winners' bracket we have Aaron and Lynn lipsyncing to a Plastic Hearts era Miley song and you know Aaron will chomp chomp chomp this down with ease

LYNN STILL WINS THOUGH SHE'S MAD AS HELL AND COMING FOR THAT WIN

Next up are Sidney and Shauntal and they're lipsyncing to a classic

Sidney's a really strong performer as we've already seen but Shauntal just beat Garreth so at this point anything can happen

SHAUNTAL BEATS SIDNEY TOO

We're living in an universe where Sidney Aaron and Garreth didn't make top 2 in a lipsync tournament look at Shauntal being the silent assassin

And now we have a lipsync for the win between Shauntal and Lynn, it's their redemption moment after almost getting sent home by Sidney right at the beginning

Also if this song title isn't fitting for Lynn's storyline I don't know what is

And the winner of the lipsync tournament is...

LYNN MAKANA SHE IS SO BACK

[harleiquina]

All TV series I've ever seen III

1940 - 1970

1980 -2000

2010 - now (this post)

2010 - Mike & Molly

Sitcom with some funny jokes... got lost at season 3 maybe... I don't know.

I know some people can't stand Melissa McCarthy but what I can't stand is the typical jokes of "well she's fat so she has to be eating in every scene or making a big deal about food" as it happens in Ghostbusters.

2011 -Once upon a time

At first I thought it was a silly premise (and maybe it is) but I do like fairytales twisted over and over again to create something new.

I stopped watching around season 5... because I was watching it through Sony (LatAm) and they started to play it dubbed and the voices were horrible.

I should pick it up someday.

2011 - 2 broke girls

Yet another sitcom that sometimes lands and others don't. Good enough to watch when there's nothing else available.

2011 - Person of Interest

A man creates a system (AI?) that can identify a criminals so hires someone to take care of them. I might've watched two seasons... then I lost track.

2013 - The Blacklist

James Spader has one of the best voices in the planet and when he plays a snarky a-hole he's at his best. The first two season were great... then I lost track and all the sudden they are ending the show after 10 seasons. I have a lot to catch up.

2013 - The Goldbergs

I might've been born in 1992 but thanks to mom and my aunts I grew up with in the '80s so this show was made for me... or so I thought. Some things are cringy, once Adam grows up the whole nerdy thing isn't as funny but it's ok... ish.

2013 - Father Brown

You can never be wrong with Chersterton's creation. Altough as all british TV shows it can be a little too slow for my taste.

2016 - Nafta Súper (Argentina)

The whole thing started with a simple question: what would've happened if Superman fell in a poor neighbourhood in Buenos Aires instead of the Kent's farm? This was the premise for Kriptonita a book that presented the DC heroes in their argentinean versions. But beware since they are outlaws and not always do good (but compared to our police they aren't as bad)... it is kinda hard to root for them. I mean Nafta Súper (is the name of a type of gasoline you get here) got his name because whenever he had to meet with other crime bosses he would carry gasoline with him and set them on fire if they didn't agree with his views 🤷🏻‍♀️

The movie was a good enough hit, so the TV show was meant to happen and expand the universe. Each episode focuses in one of the members of the Justice League (El Federico/Batman, Lady Di/Wonder Woman, El Faisán/Green Lantern, Ráfaga/Flash) while they all look for Nafta Súper/Superman that, after the end of the movie, is hiding.

As I said, it is hard to root for them but I have to give it to the creatives with all the clever ways to twist this heroes and villains so they fit in our culture. And I do like El Federico & Corona (Batman and The Joker) they are the highlight of the show for me.

2016 - Анна, детектив (Anna, detective -Russia)

Do you remember Medium? Have you ever thought how it could've been set in the early 1900s in a backwater town in Russia? Well now you don't have to!

Anna Mironova is a young woman that always had psychic abilities but they would come and go during childhood. Now this abilities are back around the same time the Officer Shtolman is assigned to her town.

Sometimes is very VERY telenovela (I am not entirely on board when it happens), each case lasts 2 episodes and I do think that is a bit of a strech. But I do have to recognize that Dimitri Frid (Shtolman) plays a man that is very smitten and deeply in love very well.

You can see it in Youtube in Star Media English (captioned in this language)

2018 - Killing Eve

We all know that the first 2 seasons were the best (we can add the 3rd in it too when we compare it to the 4th). This cat-and-mouse spy thriller started strong mixing dark humour and just darkness and left us all with a bad taste in the last episode. Still Eve and Villanelle will live forever in our hearts.

2019 - Good Omens

An Angel a Demon beeing close friends got 20K christians so angry that they started a pettition to cancel this show adressed to the wrong company. And people still ask me today why I am Agnostic?

The Antichrist was born, the Four Horsemen summoned so it is time to stop the Apocalypse.

Really funny, layered and worth a lot more than just a watch (mom and I watched it about 4 times in less than a year, so... is that good)

2019 - The Mandalorian

At home we were never huuuuuge Star Wars fans (we would watch for Harrison Ford and some creatures). Still, since the premise to this show was that you didn't needed to be a hardcore-fan we gave it a go and we loved it! It's very close to old shows, like Zorro, where you have the adventure-of-the-day kinda plot (that some people just can't dig, don't know why) and I do like good fights on TV/Cinema

Never underestimate the power of Baby Yoda!

2021 - Wandavision

Even if we never read a comic, we did watched most of Marvel movies and we wanted to know what all of this was about.

It's a lot more effective if you already know the shows they pay homage to.

Beware... it will break your heart.

2021 - Falcon & the Winter Soldier

Following the MCU, came the buddy-mov... erm, TV show, buddy-Tv show starred by Falcon and Bucky.

At a moment you might think that there are too many things on the plate (super soldiers, the new & bad Captain America, a black market dealer, Zemo) so some things do feel a little rushed. But well... at least was fun.

2021 - Loki

Don't kill me but I do not understand people's obsession with Loki.

I mean, the mythological god is a thing... but aside from Tom Hiddleston's fans I don't see the appeal of any nordic god in the MCU (as I said, I don't read comics).

The show is ok...

2021 - Hawkeye

Since I'm little I always liked archery and I was curious about this Avenger that is easily lost in the background of the movies.

It is not the greatest show ever made... but at least is less "the world will be destroyed" and that is a good change. Less is more.

2021 - The Book of Boba Fett

Of course after watching Mando I had to follow the story... and yes, he did took over in the last episodes. But still... it was nice seeing Boba Fett's arch that transformed him from a Bounty Hunter to a Leader (???).

Something could be a little bit more explored, but well... we'll see what the future holds for him.

2022 - Our Flag means Death

When I had a glimpse of the trailers (mostly focused on Steede's most feminine traits vs the tough life of a pirate) I was like "yay... another show making fun of a clearly gay character. Awesome. Are we in 1980 again?" But some gifsets in here spiked my curiosity... does the story really shows a romantic relationship between Blackbeard and Steede or this is the fandom beeing fandom once again?

Well... watch and find out!

2022 - Moonknight

I love the Ancient Egypt so this show was for me. I didn't know that there was a superhero based on those myths (nor that he had DID) and I really liked him.

Fingers crossed for a second season... or a movie (once the strike is over, of course).

2022 - Ms. Marvel

I was expecting something more teenage-based but anyone can see Ms. Marvel.

I don't understand why so many hated it... oh wait... Sor Juana said it better "foolish men that accuse the woman without reason..."

2022 - She-Hulk

And odd experiment, I do think that the last episode was kinda cheating but if she breaks the fourth wall... what can we do? 🤷🏻‍♀️

At least they aknowledged some narrative issues that have been dragging for a while.

2022 - The Sandman

Loving this show is an understatement.

Once again, I didn't read the graphic novel with the exceptions of a few panels here and there that I saw many years ago in Facebook (when Morpheus meets The Fates and the baby scene on The Sound of her Wings).

I love when all mythology and fairytales and other myths can be combined into something new. So this was my jam.

Waiting for season 2 (and getting a better paid job so I can buy the books).

2022 - Obi-Wan

Is there anybody in this world that hates Ewan McGregor? I don't think so.

The show was ok... some twists were predictable from the get-go (still some didn't see them coming and got angry at them 🤷🏻‍♀️). But well... everybody wanted Vader vs Obi-Wan and they sure had it!

2022 - Andor

I don't know if living in Argentina absolutely killed the idea of a heroic guerrilla, revolution and such (because we are the spoils of that and, trust me, thinks don't get better. But this is not about argebtinean politics so... moving on)... or it is because in USA is heavily romanticized but... Andor didn't clicked with me.

It was a task watching it and we only finished it because we started it... don't know if we will watch a second season.

2022 - Wednesday

A lot of people say that Tim Burton is overrated (I disagree, I think that he is tired of beeing ask to be Tim Burton, wacky director or weird films) but Wednesday is heavily overrated to me. Really? This has 12 Emmy nominations and The Sandman has zero? What the Bloody Hell?!

I like the Addams Family, I watched the TV show... the movies... this is not the Addams Family. I know, I know... this is about Wednesday blah, blah, blah. But this isn't Wednesday either... this is moody goth teenager with the biggest ego in the room.

Let's leave aside all the character and worldbuilding inconsistencies... Wednesday is a sharp and blunt person but she is never mean without a good point. This Wednesday is cruel even with people that loves her!

Did people forget that the weirdest thing about the Addams Family was that they are weird and they deeply love each other? That was what made them who they are! Instead of having the husband complaining about the wife, you have Gomez. Instead of having the wife trying to have the perfect house scolding her kids for their behaviour , you have Morticia with her own interests aside from beeing a housewife and assists her kids with their passions... I'll stop ranting now or I will never end.

Not a fan of the powers, the story is ok-ish...

2023 - The Last of Us

Never played videogames either and zombies (I'm sorry, infected) are not a big genre at home unless is Michael Jackson's Thriller video. Still we decided to give it a go because Pedro Pascal is latino and you have to support your people... even if they are chileans... or brazilians (argie joke. You wouldn't understand it).

We loved it!

I was ready for mom to complain with "is it necessary to always have gays?" in episode 3 but she didn't... and I dare to say that its one of her favourite episodes. (And no, readers, mom isn't conservative... but she's against tokenism -just like me-. If you want to have diversity in the world you've created, that's awesome... if you are doing it just to check some items off a list, it's annoying and feels like a desperate move)

2023 - The Muppets Mayhem

We love The Muppets but since Jim Henson's death they are kind of a hit-and-miss.

It does get better as it goes... wouldn't say is ✨️the best✨️ Muppets yet... but it is a lot better than the Haunted Mansion from last year (?)

2023 - FUBAR

Did you liked the movie True Lies with Arnold Schwartzenneger and Jaime Lee Curtis? Well... what if we do the same premise but this time his daughter is also a secret agent?

It is still good though... sometimes humor can be a little cringey, but Arnie knows his audience well enough and delivers.

2023 - Secret Inavsion (current)

It is still going so I cannot tell much just yet. Doesn't feel like a spy-thriller as I imagined but we'll see.

[vulpinexi]

─────   ❝ Sunlight Princess (Persona 5 Verse)   ❞   ─────

Metaverse   doesn't   simply   aspire   to   sever   her   —  it   intends   to   skeletonize   her,   torn   her   at   the   core   with   surgical   acuity,   until   she   is   nothing   but   disfiguring   contours,   haunting   echoes.   It   bends   school   corridors   into   the   insatiable   cavities   of   ominous   beasts,   festooned   with   rows   of   laughing   teeth,   grinning   wide   enough   to   swallow   her   whole.   It   twists   whispered   rumors   into   serrated   things,   voices   honed   to   knives   that   embed   doubt   into   her   bones.

Shadows   don't   lunge   at   her   with   talons   and   fangs.   They   saunter   in   on   bare   feet,   their   words   softer   than   cashmere,   sharper   than   glass.

"Why   do   you   even   try?" "No   one   needs   your   help." "You’re   just   in   the   way."

Orihime   stands   mute,   smiling.   Mask   is   fragile   —   half-cracked   porcelain   tenuously   adhering   to   her   epidermis,   gold   coursing   through   its   crevices   like   molten   sunlight.   When   she   tears   it   free,   blood   is   warm   as   summer   pours.   But   she   doesn't   fear   it.   She   has   never   feared   bleeding,   not   when   there   are   others   who   need   hands,   her   light.

Amaterasu   rises,   and   the   world   shifts.

A   corona   of   dawnfire   ignites   to   life,   six   voices   echoing   in   unison,   their   synchronicity   rippling   across   the   air.   Shadows   don't   recoil   from   the   light   itself   — they   tremble   from   what   it   exposes   in   the   recesses   of   their   hearts.

She   fights   like   a   paradox.

Inoue's   naginata   isn't   a   blade,   but   a   ribbon   first   —   a   weapon   second.   It   doesn't   seek   to   inflict   pain,   but   to   capture.   Golden   fabric   spirals   through   the   battlefield,   winding   around   wrists   and   ankles,   binding   the   hilt   of   a   shadow’s   sword.   Strike   never   comes.   Instead,   they   trip.   They   stumble.   They   remember,   in   a   heartbeat,   what   it   felt   like   to   be   human.

She   never   intends   to   kill.   Only   to   remind.

By   day,   she   works   in   a   flower   shop.

Not   well,   exactly.   Her   floral   arrangements   are   lopsided,   sunflowers   nudging   roses   aside   in   their   enthusiasm,   daisies   spilling   haphazardly   over   vase   rims   like   children   tumbling   through   an   open   door.   But   consumers   don't   come   for   symmetry.   They   come   for   the   way   she   places   a   sprig   of   lavender   into   their   hands   and   whispers,   "This   one’s   for   courage,"   as   though   it's   a   secret   meant   only   for   them.

They   return.   They   always   do.

Stray   cats   follow   her   home.   So   do   lost   tourists,   crying   children,   elderly   woman   who   only   wishes   to   have   a   conversation   longer   than   five   minutes.   Orihime   never   turns   them   away.   Her   apartment   is   small,   but   her   heart   is   enormous,   boundless,   welcoming.

In   Palaces,   she   walks   a   different   path   than   the   others.

Where   Joker   vanishes   into   ventilation   systems   and   air   ducts,   she   reassembles   crumbling   bridges   with   ribbons   of   sunlight.   Where   Mona   moves   ahead   with   silent   precision,   she   kneels   beside   a   fallen   shadow,   fingertips   brushing   a   fevered   brow   as   though   even   nightmares   deserve   a   moment   of   kindness.

The   team   doesn't   always   understand   her.

They   call   her   methods   unorthodox,   eyes   filled   with   admiration   and   disbelief.   Queen   worries   about   her   impetuous   generosity,   her   tendency   to   remain   unguarded   between   a   shadow’s   claws   and   another’s   trembling   form.   Skull   calls   her   crazy   — but   he   always   grins   when   he   says   it.

They   call   her   Solace.

Because   that   is   what   she   is.

After   all,   what   are   shadows,   if   not   light   waiting   to   be   reclaimed?

THE   STAR   ARCANA.

[explorer-of-art]

The Dorm Leaders in Red's Time

Now that I posted about Red, I can about post the dorm leaders from his time.

When making Red, I initially had him in Ramshackle but now his dorm is in purgatory. I also made him close to the dorm leaders of the time and that resulted in me making MORE OCs. In present time, they're all Night Raven College alumni. They're all ~40 years old because I had Red come from 20 years before Main Story. Most of them are designed to be a foil to their original counterparts. Some are involved in North's story but aren't as involved in the crossover compared to Red and Abigail.

7 profiles under the cut because I don't want to make 7 separate posts. have fun trying not to lose your sense of literacy.

Lucero Espinosa, the former Diasomnia dorm leader, is a tutor primarily handling magic education subjects. He joins NRC staff after Book 4. Twisted from Dean Hardscrabble in "Monsters University".

He makes and uploads videos teaching his viewers magic to make magic education accessible to those who can't take the subjects at school. Most people don't know about the channel and he never talks about it.

He likes bugs and insects. Unless it's mosquitoes.

He was nominated for dorm leader and others challenged him for the role by magic duel.

When he gets mad, he appears more calm. If he's mad at you, you will feel like you will be torn to shreds. "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed."

Ignatius Kowalski, the former Ignihyde dorm leader, is a blacksmith. Very loosely twisted from the Snuggly Duckling thugs, especially Attila, in "Tangled".

The mask is cosmetic. He wears it to hide his facial expression, partly to avoid being judged based on that. He has many masks in varying colors and patterns.

Under the mask, he is rather beautiful that he wouldn't be out of place in Pomefiore.

He is still introverted and shy. He is more open with friends.

As a blacksmith, he mostly makes decorative items. He sometimes collaborates with Demetrius if magestones are involved. He has made a sculpture before because he was issued a challenge.

He is not from TWST!Corona. He did go there for an internship with a veteran blacksmith (TWST!Xavier) in his fourth year and met friends at a pub (who are also twisted from the Snuggly Duckling thugs but closer).

Demetrius Marsh, the former Pomefiore dorm leader, is a gemologist working with magestones. Twisted from Madame Medusa in "The Rescuers".

Tends to use he/him when referring to himself but is okay with any pronouns

Wears a corset from time to time

From Jubilee Port

Better at flying a broom than driving a car. He's still working on getting his driver's license.

Erhan Aksoy, the former Scarabia dorm leader, is a Magicam user and photographer who documents events. Twisted from Prince Achmed in "Aladdin".

He is not fond of cats. He doesn't hate them, he just doesn't want to get scratched or bit and he doesn't understand cat behavior.

Has accidentally discovered a new species once.

He wants to leave some kind of lasting impact and feel like his life meant something which is why he has a Magicam account.

Is also influenced by Prince Achmed in Starkid musical "Twisted" lmao

Jasper Seymour, the former Octavinelle dorm leader, is a museum curator focusing on magical artifacts. Twisted from Lyle Tiberius Rourke from "Atlantis: the Lost Empire".

Despite his strong appearance, he actually leans toward the academics.

Technomancy user

Unironically watches documentaries

Capable of hand-to-hand combat

Would know some Romance languages along with Latin and Greek

Sandip Gupta, the former Savanaclaw dorm leader, is now a martial arts instructor. Twisted from Shere Khan in "The Jungle Book". (I don't like this drawing but don't feel like redoing it lmao)

(bengal) tiger beastman

His primary elemental magic is Fire. He chose to hone fire because he believes being able to control it dispells the fear and association with destruction.

He would unironically have training montage songs like "I'll Make a Man Out of You" or "Eye of the Tiger" in his workout playlist.

He took one good look at Red and went "get in loser, your training starts now". And so he taught Red martial arts and hand-to-hand combat.

He becomes the one who adopts North

Sato (サト) is somehow the most distant one out of the group despite remaining close with them. Twisted from King Candy from "Wreck-it Ralph".

Sato is a nickname, not his real name. The others referred to him by first name back in the NRC days.

Ironically, he dislikes sweets. He prefers bitter foods. If he had to pick a candy, it would be dark chocolate.

He builds PCs. He mainly works with desktop PCs but has a built laptop for him to carry around.

His day job is unknown. The gang sometimes jokes about him being a secret agent and he humors them for the bit. The joke allows him to step out during hangouts without question.

[hideousvampire]

its ok i love you jermy

last song: ERRRR probably kindergarten by faith no more

favorite colors: ORANGE YELLOW AND BROWN

currently watching: NOTHING!!! I BASICALLY WATCH THE SAME STUFF OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!(cobra kai and tkk)(maybe ill watch the other saw movies)

sweet/savory/spicy: i dont know

relationship status: happily married to billy zabka, mike patton, that one dude from encanto, ralph macchio, mona lisa vito, trevor dunn, all of the og cobras, every single one of my friends, steve randle, twobit, and doms wifes sister in lost cat corona (single)

current obsessions: the karate kid☹️☹️😣😣😣😞😞😞😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😭😭😣😣😕😕😕😕☹️☹️☹️🥲🥲🥺🥺😔😔😔🥺🥺😞😞😓😓😓😟😟😟😢😢😢☹️☹️🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁😭😭😭😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️ and saw and. chas osborne i love chas osborne hes my girlfriend

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Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

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