#Mangey: Obsessed with these things

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

What do you think would happen when Tails introduces Sails Mangey and Nine to mints?

Oooh good question!

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Sails:

Honestly, since we don't know all that much about No Place, I like to think that mints are still a thing, just the kind of thing that Sails has to sneak on the ship and can only get once in a while. So whenever he was able to get them before, he kind of had to ration em out.

That also being said, I think it would be funny if the mints in no place don't look like the ones Tails offers to Sails. So at first Sails hesitates to eat it, although he has no reason to distrust Tails, so he does try it. I can see Sails sort of commenting his thoughts aloud on how it tastes, but ultimately he probably tries to sneak some mints off of Tails.

Although Tails is pretty much like "You can just ask. I've got a bunch"

So whenever Sails visits from No Place he lets Tails and the others try the mints from No Place, and he uh takes a good amount of Tails' mints back to No Place with him

However, if Sails has never tried any mints before, I think he'd become hooked pretty quickly (still explain the taste out loud you know) and end up trying to snatch some before Tails is like "Hey, just ask and you can have as much as you want"

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Mangey:

Hohoho boy

While there's at least a decent chance Mangey has just straight up eaten mint plants before, I think he would become pretty hooked as well. In my head, I think he'd keep begging for more after Tails initially gives him one to try, and it gets so out of hand that Tails, Sails, and Nine have to consciously keep mints out of sight and locked up.

But before they realize how bad Mangey gets about them, Tails gives him like a tin or a small bag of mints he can take with him, and Mangey can't even make them last a day. He is in the presence of mints, he snacks on mints.

Just cause they hide em and lock em up doesn't mean that Mangey doesn't find them or that he's never allowed to have them. I think sometimes when Sails is playing that game with Mangey where he's working on something and Mangey plays assistant, they often use mints as something in exchange for helping when they're not exhanging kisses.

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Nine:

While we know more about New Yoke than we do about most of the other shatterspaces, like with Sails I'd like to think Nine has had mints before. In this case, since nothing really grows within the city, I like to think that occasionally New Yoke will get mints in as an import.

Essentially, I think Nine used to see the resistance handing them out once in a blue moon after a successful raid or would see them sold on shady street corners and alleyways. He always tries to limit the contact he makes with people and the city itself, but he kind of had to to be able to get the matierals to create his equipment and have enough food to survive. So he managed to get ahold of a small handful out of curiosity.

It was too much of a pain to get ahold of more, so even though he liked them quite a bit, he almost never was able to get ahold of any.

With that all being said, I can see Nine sort of marveling for a moment how easy it was for Tails to get ahold of so many mints before remembering that green hill and Tails' world is much more plentiful than the city of New Yoke. I think after trying them when Tails offers, he's reminded just how good they are.

That being said, though, I think Nine would pretend that he likes them but of course has restraint, unlike the other two. So he would only take the one small bag or tin when Tails offered to give them more mints. Other times Tails offers, I think he starts out as begrudging but does eventually accept the gift of mints whenever Tails offers some.

If Mangey eats em like candy and Sails is always taking a large stash with him, though, even though he acts like he has more self control and is more normal about mints than them, that is a lie. After taking the first bag/tin back to The Grim with him, he starts figuring out how create a constant lifetime supply of mints there. He doesn't eat them like candy when he does accomplish this, but he still does eat mints about as often as I think Tails does. That's all to say that sometimes mints are just something he eats a couple of when he's bored, when his breath smells bad, occasionally when he needs to make deals with Mangey, as a special little treat when he feels down/accomplished something, and when he hasn't eaten in a while but needs to keep working, so he needs to trick his stomach into thinking its not starving by letting mints dissolve in his mouth.

In the event Nine has never had them before though, I'd think he'd still make a visual expression of enjoying the first one he tries, but he'd still try to be modest and seem "normal" about them by only taking one tin/bag of mints before he ultimately figures out how to keep a constant stash in The Grim like Tails does in his many labs

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Thanks for the question, anon! If you have any other questions about them or their relationship(s), feel free to shoot me another ask🥰

[sexygaywizard]

I got Disco Elysium recently and I'm having a really hard time playing the game. I want to be a good guy and help this town but there's so much to keep track of and I don't want to miss something on accident. I really want to give the game a fair shot + I think the plot is really good. Do you have any suggestions on how to make it through the game? I think I left off halfway through day 2

1) Accept that you are not the good guy. You will not save this town. You are a cop, and a shitty fucked up one at that. The unique thing about Disco Elysium is that it forces you to play as this mangey piss soaked drug addicted mess. You've got holes in your brain. On average most people die their first playthrough and most of those people die from sitting on an uncomfortable chair. It's ok to fuck up bc he's a fuck up.

2) There is SO MUCH to experience in this game that you WILL NOT get everything your first playthrough. It is literally impossible because there are tons of different paths that you cannot do simultaneously. The best way to play is just straight through on your own intuition and feelings. Save often, and after you finish you can go back through your saves and see what would have happened if you'd made different choices, or you can play the game all over again and be entirely different! But don't obsess about getting everything or worry about missing stuff. It is literally impossible. The truest and most fulfilling experience you will get from playing DE is just by being true to what you want to do. You can always go back if you really want to.

[glapplebloom]

My last one about Sonic Prime, and one I don’t think a lot of people talk about.

While a lot of people were excited about a Multiverse Story with Sonic, I think people were disappointed where it wasn’t really as explored as it could be. We got three Variants: New Yoke City (your bad alternate timeline deal), Boscage Maze (Jungle themed) and No Place (Pirates meet Water World). But one thing I began to wonder is do these variants reflect the main version of them?

Let’s start off with Eggman, the only one with more than three variants and also the only one contained in one dimension. Mr. Doctor Eggman, Doctor Babble, Doctor Deep, Doctor Don't and Doctor Done-It. Babble is a baby, indicating some of Eggman’s childish tendencies (like complaining and wanting to build an amusement park). Deep could be Eggman’s surprisingly decent tendencies (he’s a feminist and does work out). Don’t have Eggman’s non-caring nature or anything other than his own doings. And Done-It could be Eggman’s feelings for doing all this for so long that he’s growing tired of it.

That leaves Mr. Doctor Eggman, who is honestly the closest to the Main Eggman. So you could say that the attributes that didn’t leave him remained with this version of Eggman. It also kind of shows that when they work together they could accomplish a lot of things if not for a certain blue Hedgehog. It also shows that it is these flaws that could also be the key reasons Eggman could be defeated by said Hedgehog, especially with that ending.

The next up is Amy Rose who got three representatives: Rusty Rose, Thorn Rose and Black Rose. Thorn is obviously Amy’s love for nature and her desire to want to protect it. Black is Amy’s skills as a fighter and a leader. She’s very skilled with that sword and when Knux’s double dropped the role to her, she fits it like a glove. So what is Rusty’s connection to Amy Rose? I believe it is how she feels about Sonic.

The idea for Rusty Rose is that she needs the Birdie within her to keep her powered up, like how at Amy’s worst she feels she needs Sonic. So she does everything in her power to contain it, or be close to it as possible. When Rusty freed the bird, it showed that she doesn’t need anyone else but herself, a revelation we see similarly in Sonic Frontiers. 

Knuckles are super easy, barely an inconvenience to figure out. Knucks, Gnarly, Dread are Knuckles desires to help people, his naivety not shackled by the others and his obsessive nature of protecting the Master Emerald. Dread also showed that even though he does know it is important, he is willing to give it up to help others. Big is basically just Big three times. Nothing really seems that much of a stretch for him.

Now onto the tricky ones. Tails is represented by Nine, Mangey, Sails. Nine obviously has Tails tragic history, only without anyone to help him nor the other sides to show him a better path. Sails is the loyalty Tails has with his friends, also the little bit of cowardness Tails has. But that leaves Mangey, who really seems way off to anything you can think of Tails. And all three Tails show his mastery of machinery so he can’t be that. Can he?

I think this is a stretch, but I think Mangey is Tails’ adaptability. His natural ability to be part of a group or interact with things. Like despite being feral, he showed to work great with the others. And despite not being in a world of technology, he was able to improve the energy shields of the Chaos Council to the point that he and Sails can rival Nine when it comes to technological knowledge.

That leaves Rouge the Bat. Her representatives are Rebel, Prim, and Batten. Honestly, I think this is the hardest part of my theory since I don’t think I see a lot of aspects of Rouge within them. Starting with Rebel, and straight from the Wiki, Rebel is made from the part of her mainstream counterpart who is a confident leader, and more importantly, the part of her who is not greedy or selfish. While this was an unsourced claim, we do see Rouge is willing to be part of a team as the Leader of Team Dark as well as her willing to help Pro-Bono in Sonic Forces.

Prim according to the Wiki is manipulative, but I don’t recall many scenes with that. Maybe because the rest of her crew were not the brightest, I could see it as manipulating. But I think Prim is Rouge’s caring nature for her friends. She wants to help them. She makes amends when she finds out why Thorn forced them out of the forest. And when lying to Sonic, it was so he can help her friends. So that leaves Batten.

Honestly, I don’t remember much of Batten outside the Pirate theme. Though the Wiki says she is shown to be very energetic, a little frantic, always full of energy and ready to fight when it's necessary. Even when she never engaged in combat prior to Rusty Rose arriving in No Place. This is my biggest stretch, but I think this is her feelings when it comes to jewels. She’s always energetic when it comes to getting them, ready to fight for them, and a little frantic when she can’t get them. We could have seen more if she tried to go after the Gem like Dread did, but that’s a thing.

Besides Rouge fully and Mange, I think this is what each version represents to the characters. Could I be wrong? Do you see something different? Try this for yourself and see if you can make better connections. It is a fun thought experiment.

[crysi9988]

Just finished Sonic Prime season 3 so spoilers below as I ramble

Mangey and Sails team up, I love it. I am not ok with Mangey and Sails doing the fake death thing, I really thought they died. Dread gets to redeem himself (even if I liked his shiny obsession). I like the detail of the prism geting more unstable every time Nine used it. Nine is a lonely boy who needs a hug. The entire fight is awesome. The Roses team up is still cool. Shadow got to say the line and save Sonic. Green Hill seems to of reset to before Sonic broke the prism. I was not expecting Sonic to hug Eggman but, it was funny. Shadow got his chaos emerald back. The ending seems open-ended and that makes me hope that more episodes will happen. It also works as an ending if they don't as well.

Overall thoughts: I enjoyed this season a lot. I think Shadow should of been in more episodes though. Mangey and Sails got to do a thing.

[tezzbot]

Part way through ep 2 of prime but I have to liveblog I'm goinvg CRAZY

When it cut back to Nine I was like ?? Is Shadow still fighting down there??? I forgot they put him in the pit HDJDGF

NEW YOKE KNUCKLES I LOVE HIM

"You know what? You keep talking, Doc, and my Fist will be Affront to ya Face." [Very gently taps his own cheek]

PIRATE AMY HIDING BEHIND CYBORG AMY.... SISTORS...

Mangey??? MANGEY???? YO. YO GET YOUR DOG???? WHERE IS HE G

OH!!!! HEEHEHEEE PUPPYYYYYY SMART PUPPY.... HES SO PROUD OF HIMSELF

I will not lie the floating hologram is so fucking funny to me GDKDGDF NINE BABY I'M SO SORRY I CANNOT TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY UP THERE

MANGEY..... I LOVE HIMFBHDSF HES SO PUPPY oh hi reused animation lmfao Unless it's bc I saw it in the trailers 10 times... maybe...

Ouhghh

HES SO FUCKING BIG IT’S SO FUNNYYYY

I AM SOOOO OBSESSED WITH NEW YOKE KNUCKLE'S VOICE

AAAOUHGHH MANGEY..... HELPING HIM HELPING HIM

Of course it's a Tails and a Knuckles that rusb to Sonic's side of course of course Team Sonic for literally ever

THE PIRATES???? WHY ARE THEY STILL OUT THERE?????????

Okay ep 3

What the....

THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH WAAAA

GDJDGEJSF me when my memories are 16bit

Wait where Did Dread go...?

It's been a minute since I watched s2 GDJDF

YALL STOP PRAYING FOR MY GRANDPA HE'S GETTING TOO POWERFUL

Renegade Knux I fucking love you forever and ever

OH WAIT DREAD IS THERE. MISS THING IS JUST SAT IN THE CORNER LMFAO

God I love animation.

I will not lie the teen doctor eggman is so fun to me I like him GDJDF

RENEGADE CALLING SONIC 'BLUE'......

LETS GOOOOOOO GIRLS NIIIGHHHT

HE CANT SWIM. GET YOUR FEET DOWN. GET YESSS ATTABOY GOOD BOY GOOD BOY

Sails... u r so cuteful....

AAOUUHH THE WAVE.... AND THE LITTLE SMILE RUSTY ROSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING

AAWUWHHH FROGGYYYYYY

These fucking birds scream and shake their heads like a fnaf jumpscare

OUHHHH SONIC ON YHE BACK OF BIRDIE WITH THAT AMY WHOS NAME I FORGOR THATS SO CUTE

GO GRANDPAAAA

PIGEONS.....

I just noticed the stupid little gears in Nine's shoes.... girl what.... HDJDGD

Nine...... :((((

EHHEEHEHEEEE THE SHAKE

RENEGADE SHOULD GET TO BEAT UP EVERY LAST EGGMAN AFTER THIS

New Yoke Knuckles and Rouge besties literally forever and ever

Everyone in that room like who the fuck is Shadow GDJFD

MY CUP OF CHILI....

THE BABY TALKING GIBBERISH LITERALLY MAKES THAT SEQUENCE "Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, ??????, Profit."

SONIC.........

NOOOO THEY ALL LOVE HIM SM......

Shadow still in that hole lmfao

I still love Nine's outift

GODDD THIS HURTS......

AAOUUHGGHGHH

"Lov a good chili Dawwwggg"

GIRRRLLLLL. TEAR HIM TO SHREEEDDDSS DAMN.

Suicide pact

My silly little space

NINE.....

SSONIICCCCC RRAAAAGGGHH

W

WHAT.

THEY EVEN GOT DREAD UP FOR IT WHAT THE HELL

NOOOO NONONO

NINE NOOOOO

OH GOD.

Ep4....

Oh god.

AW WAIT. WAAAIIITTT

NINE........

Okay Elsa we get it.

HIS PHOTOCOPIER

OUHHH HE'S LEARNING....

AAAAAAAAWWGHHH SIIICCKKKK SICK SICK SICK

MANGEY YOU'RE EVERYTHING

THE GROUND POUND....

Peepaw at it again

OHHHH THE TAILSES.... THEY HAVE A PLAN LITTLE SHITS....

HELLO???? NINE WHAT THE HELL????

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA THEY BUILT A FUCJINF BOMB?????

Wait. WAIT??? WHAT HAPPENED? DID THEY DIE???????? WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD??????? IM . IM GOBSMACKED. They wont be. They aren't.

REBEL'S EARS.... ANIMATION I LOVE Y

THIS SHOW IS STILL SO FUNNY

Hes WAAIITTIIINNNGG (<-stupid)

No really who is this.

Shadow is still. In a hole. DVJDFSG

FUCK EM UP BIG

If Nine has his eyes on Sonic why is Sonic hanging out with the groups who are trying to sneak up on Nine... VDJDFSJF

CATFISH?????

Sittadul

NINE... AAUHGH

AAAUUHGGGGHG BIGBOT BIG BOT BIGBOT

FROGGY MISSILES

"FROGGY?" AND CUT TO BLACK THAT GOT ME SO BAD. I LITERALLY GUFFAWED THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHOT IN THE WHOLE SHOW

EP5

THERES SO MANYYYFYGDHX

THE BIGBOTS BIG OLD TAIL.....

AUGH THE ANIMATIONS GOING CRAZY

You Are Just A Little Boy In A Chair....

GOOD GOD. This is so much.

THE HOLE

Grandpa you've made that joke 5 times now

HERE HE COMES. I KNOW IT.

YEEAAAAAGHHHHHH

We Are Not. Related.

GIRL YOU HAVE JET BOOTS

OKAY. ALRIGHT. OKAY. WORD CHOICE. BUT OKAY. HDJRHDJDGDJG

HE LITERALLY JUST JET BOOTED OUT OF THEM

PHHH THE MUSIC

VOLLEYBALLL

Left him hanging...HE HIGH FIVED HIMSELF

SONIC IS SOOOO CUTE..... HIS LITTLE FAAACEE.... I LOVE YOU SONIC HEDGEHOG

THE AMYS..... FOREVVEERRR

SISTERRRRSSSS

Amy Underground. Start a band NOW

AHAHAHAAAAAA FUCK YEESSSSS

GDJDGSJSF Shadow is like Do Not Fucking Touch Me

OUGH THAT POSE ON NINE...HES SO CREEEPYYYY I LOVE IT IM OBSESSED

OUGH. HOIUHGHH

THE ANIMATIOOONNN

HES SO TIRED....

Dr deeps legs: shattered lmfao

POV BEATING SHADOW UP

NO SONIC NOOO

FUCK!!!!!!!!

EP6

God. Just everyone...

Girl you're gonna hurt yourself......

HES GONNA DIEGDJDHHD

OH MY GOD. ITS FREE ROADS

A SHIELD TOO

AHHAHAHAHAHAA Splat :D HES SO CUTE

He needs an ibuprofen

Nine... he's hurting himself.......

WERE TEHY PLAYING DEAD. LMFAOOO

Oh god he's shaking

YOU ARENT GOING ANYWHERE.

Oh god. Hi Bigbot..

OH MY GOD. NINES ANIMATIONS I LOVE HOW IN SANE HE LOOKS

LETS!!!! FUCKING!!!! GOOOOOOOO!!!! RENEGADE I LOVE YOOUUUU

LETS GO KNUCKLES SONIC TEAM UP LETS GO

THIS HAS GOT TO BE SAILS AND MANGEY IT HAS TO BE THAT CATBOTS GOT THAT DOG IN HIM

FUCK YEEAEAAAAAGGGHHHHH

MANGEYS LITTLE TONGUE.... GOODBOYS

Dread...... Dread no....

KILL THIS CLOWN. WHO EVEN ARE YOU RACCOON FREAK

CAPTAIN ROSE AAAAAA

That birdie just out in the battlefield. Chilling

LETS GO SHADOOOWWW

Uh oh lol

OH MY GODDDVJDGHDHD HE JUST FUCKGINB BLEW IT UP

TYYAAEEEAAAHAHHH I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!!!

THE CHORAL MUSIC????? SEPHIROTH...

Ohhh Nine is trying to destroy the stabilisers...

HERE WE GO.... LAST ONE...

Ep7

HE SET IT UP SO SONIC COULD LIVE WITH HIM IM GONNA BE SICK

GOD. THEY JUST WONT LET SONIC TALK WITH THIS KID HUH

AOUGH....

BABBEL..... Why does that baby have a full set of veneers

GOOD LORD.

Edgelord....

THIS IS LIKE CANDY TO ME VDDJGDDJF

OHHHHG NINE.... NOT EVEN A WORD.. JUST A HUG

THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT SHADOW HELP MEEWE

Shadow incredibly cunt

YAAAAYYYY YOU BLUE BUFFOON

HE HAS A PERMIT HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS

God. Trows up.

Very very good show. That ending was. slightly disappointing, there was no like... cooldown it felt slightly abrupt BUT. Good Show I loved it so much<333

[rainbow18]

Nine, Thorn, and Dread. One of these isn’t like the others.

These 3 are the main Shattered Characters. Their stories tend to follow a similar pattern. However for Dread, it’s different.

Their Backstories.

Each 1 received a backstory to explain why they were, the way they were when Sonic meets them. However there’s a difference with Dread’s backstory.

Nine + Thorn were once kinder and more peaceful but they became jerks due to mistreatment.

Nine was physically bullied for having 2 tails so eventually he made metal ones. It’s never outright stated but based on Sonic asking Him if he’s been working out and Nine describing his metal tails as “a real way to fight back��� I suspect that Nine attempted to physically fight the bullies back previously.

Thorn used to be friends with Hangry, Gnarly, Mangey and Prim but they began mistreating the plants. Realizing that they were going to run out of food and the jungle was getting destroyed, Thorn attempted to plead with the others but they didn’t listen. So eventually Thorn snapped and kicked everyone out.

Dread on the other hand, was the opposite. During his previous attempt to get the blue shard, Dread was crazy and endangered his crew, leading to them leaving him behind when he failed. (Though considering he’s called THE Dread, it might not have been the first time, he went crazy.) After losing everything, Dread became more humble and initially treated Black, Sails, Catfish and Batten with more respect.

What they were made out of.

It’s up to interpretation which quote made which character. Though I think it’s safe to assume that Amy’s “The Forest is the most beautiful place on Earth” was used to make Thorn.

Given that there seems to be a Irony in the quotes, what Nine inherited from Tails and that Tails’s “Nothing could break our friendship, Sonic” played shortly before Sonic entered New Yoke, Nine was almost certainly born from that quote.

Knuckles only has 1 quote. “I don’t need the details, just tell me who to smash”.

So Thorn and Nine were both made out of love while Dread might not have been. (Which certainly explains their backstories and motivations.)

Why they were/are Villains.

Thorn and Nine were/are well intentioned extremists who wanted to give their main victims a taste of their medicine but went overboard.

Thorn wanted to protect the jungle since not only does she love the Jungle, the food was going to run out if the scavengers continued. Thorn ended up making the scavengers starve and she wanted to destroy the canopy.

Nine wants to make a new home in The Grim because he loves it and he doesn’t want Sonic’s original world because He suspects/knows that he and The Grim won’t survive if Sonic’s Original World comes back. Nine ended up destroying Ghost Hill and made chaos copies, both could have caused Sonic and Shadow to perish.

Dread on the other hand, became a Villain due to his own ego and obsession with the blue shard. It’s debatable how long he had been faking his friendship with Sonic and possibly the other pirates. However in attempts to keep Sonic from having the blue shard, Dread fought against him on multiple occasions.

So I wonder. Will Dread redeem and if he does, how? Dread’s behavior is all over the place.

He was bad/crazy, which earned him the nickname “The Dread”.

He was neutral-somewhat good during most of his retirement.

He became neutral-somewhat greedy/selfish when he ended his retirement.

He was manipulative, greedy and crazy during the majority of Season 2.

He acknowledges how Sonic saved him and decides to return the favor. He also admits to his flaws whereas before, he pretended to be better than he really was.

He declares that the only friend he needs is the blue shard and he attempted to fight Sonic + Nine for it until Knucks and Rebel held him off.

?

Redeemed isn’t just behaving better. Behaving better is just Reforming, which is the first step of a Redemption.

Becoming on good terms with Sonic isn’t the same thing as redemption. Sonic didn’t seem to hear when Dread told him that it was going to be everyone for themselves when it comes to the blue shard and Dread has deceived Sonic before. Not helping matters is Dread’s differences with Thorn and Nine.

[jay-borb]

Nine and Mangey have now become my blorbos and I desperately want to see them interact off each other

YES YES YOU GET ME IM SO OBSESSED WOTH THEM I NEED THEN TO MEET

I think nine would be horrified . What the fuck is this thing theres no brain in there thats not ME . Mangey bites him

[thelovelybitten]

final thoughts on sonic prime ( after binge watching for 2 straight hours )

spoilers under the cut !!

first of all, I really love the animation. so sexc of them. everyone looks good and the designs are very well done.

gotta say my boy sonic looks fucking FANTASTIC and I’m in love with him but we already knew that— THATS MY FUCKING SON.

The concept of the shatterverses has endless possibilities and so many unanswered questions so I’m hoping they get renewed so I can find out.

Amy slayed in every shatterverse…. there’s no contest. Rusty Rose ??? Assassinate me. Thorn?? Eco rights activist with an edge COME THRU. Black Rose ??? I’m at ur mercy.

I only really liked New Yoke! Rouge & Knux, I honestly thought their other versions were SUPER CRINGE

Nine is my son, and Mangey is that cute runt of the litter that’s a fucking asshole but I love him LMAO

All of big’s versions were all cute !!

SHADOW STOLE THE SHOW FOR ME MY BELOVED,,, I love him he DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME

also the lil cameos I SEE U

but overall, the only thing I’d really change would be including Silver and Blaze (we’re dealing with cross dimensions and ur not gonna include them ?? What the fuck PLEASEEEE !??!??)

and maybe Knux’s VA he’s off to me.

also not enough eggman. The council was cringe af

needed more sonic as if he isn’t the main character LMAO I’m just obsessed w him ok

solid 8/10 for me !! A very good first season fr

[kirkland-brand-witch]

I tend to hyperfixate on normal often contemporary things like the history of palestine and Israel, and it'll turn into an obsession with an obscure ethnoreligiois group from the levant who keep a dead language alive and live in mountains that fled Antioch

And everyone in my life wishes id be obsessed with less controversial things so I stop fucking obliterating their uneducated mangey corpses when all they did is make a casual centrist acceptable comment at dinner grandpa I'm sorry please return my texts

an interaction im very tired of in online autism spaces. aka when you don’t have a special interest / when your special interest isn’t [character] or [fandom]

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Supernatural Diseases - Shifters

Note: Please message us if you plan on using these! We just want to coordinate to make sure there’s no doubling up at the same time.

General:

Stuck Shift: For those who can shift at will, a stuck shift is when an individual is stuck between their two forms, which can be very painful and make it hard for the person to function. Generally resolves on its own with time, but there may be some lotions sold on Amity Road that can speed things up.

Balam:

Chronic hairballs, obviously.

Apotheon: The balam suffers from the feeling that they are something divine that was broken into many pieces, and begins to exhibit deific delusions of grandeur and a sense of creeping loss. There isn’t a known cause to this condition, and it can be difficult for a balam to get out of this mindset. However, they can be shaken from it if something forces them to come to grips with their own mortality.

Toxoplasmosis magicii: A magical parasite much like the normal cat parasite, that is completely harmless to the jaguar form and can cause fever, body aches, swollen lymph nodes while a balam is in human form. This results in an increased desire to stay in the jaguar form for longer and longer periods. Can be treated with selkie slime.

Bugbear:

Fear Toxicity: Fear begins to be toxic to the bugbear, usually derived from not feeding enough. Over time, the bugbear will grow gradually sicker as they continue to feed, and eventually they will be completely unable to feed on fear, leading to inevitable starvation. In the short term, this causes their illusion powers to not function properly, and in the long term it is deadly. Fortunately, there’s an easy enough cure -- receiving a nightmare from a mara.

Scare-bies: Caused by small, supernatural mites that burrow under the skin. They’re extremely itchy, and after a time, will even cause patches of hair to fall out in a bugbear’s bear form, giving them a mangey appearance. These mites can impair a bugbear’s ability to cast illusions, making it difficult -- even impossible -- for them to feed properly. Over time this can lead to starvation and even death. Fortunately, scare-bies can be treated by special ointment made from mara blood and grounded up yeth hound tentacles. This smothers the mites until they crawl out of the skin. It’s important that every bit of infected skin is covered by the ointment otherwise the infection will spread once more.

Ursus Mane: More unpleasant and awkward than anything else, Ursus Mane is caused by a virus that affects hair growth. In bear form, afflicted bugbears are completely hairless, leaving their skin vulnerable to the elements and anyone who would do them harm. In human form, these unfortunate bugbears are covered in a thick coat of bear hair, resembling the most extreme cases of hypertrichosis. This can be treated with the use of supernatural steroids that gradually return the hair to its rightful form.

Kitsune:

Elemental Shifting: The kitsune will shift elements uncontrollably and without warning. This is particularly problematic not only to the kitsune but to others. i.e. A river kitsune suddenly with thunder powers would not know how to use their powers. The exact cause of the condition is not known, but it’s likely highly magical, and will typically resolve itself over time -- hopefully before something disastrously wrong happens.

Kitsunebi: Part of the mythological association between kitsune and will-o-wisps may stem from this relatively harmless ailment, wherein a kitsune who uses their powers very liberally may have will-o-wisps gravitate to their location. The wisps do not harm the kitsune, but it makes it hard to move inconspicuously. Refraining from using their magic for an extended period will cause the will-o-wisps to drift away over time. 

Inari’s Void: The kitsune’s fox-shaped shadow takes on a “mind of its own” and begins attacking people in range, possibly even leading to peoples’ deaths. On some level, the shadow may be acting out the kitsune’s worst impulses. This seems to be brought on randomly in places with large amounts of spiritual or magical energy, especially if the energy is corrupted in some way. The effects linger even once the kitsune leaves the location, but they will dissipate on their own over time. 

Lamia:

Medusa Trichoptilosis: The lamia begins to grow snakes on their head. They don't harm the lamia but could prove a nuisance, such as trying to bite a passerby. This condition may cause some sensory overload to the lamia as they’re now able to see, hear, and smell from multiple locations on their head, which can be disorienting. The snake heads must be painfully chopped off, and after the lamia’s next shed, all will be well.

Dysecdysis/Stuck Shed: If a lamia is not well-fed or exposes themselves to poor environmental conditions, they may have a hard time shedding their skin. This can cause the old skin to painfully adhere to the new one underneath, which looks pretty awful and is very uncomfortable for the lamia. Over time this corrects itself, but sometimes the new skin becomes somewhat damaged in the process.

Clogged Venom Glands: If a lamia doesn’t use their venom for too long, it may harden and clog inside of the gland. This is painful, and causes swelling in the face and neck. While the glands are swollen they can’t use their venom, and they may need some magical assistance to gradually free the glands. 

Selkie:

Sensory Inversus: Caused by a parasite, Sensory Inversus makes the senses of the selkie become acute above ground, and dulled underwater. This results in increased light sensitivity, whiskers growing in human form, and overly sensitive hearing in human form. Additionally, this makes it dangerous for the selkie to be in seal form, because those senses are needed underwater. Specific potions made of mermaid fins can treat it.

The Skin Crawls: Selkies start experiencing an intense desire to wear someone else’s skin, usually not another selkie’s. It starts as a subconscious off-hand thought, then slowly grows over time until it's all encompassing. The feeling will go as soon as the selkie puts on someone else’s skin (...After carefully peeling it off their victim who will likely die). The other treatment would be using the skin from a well-formed mermaid.

“Donkeyskin”: Caused by a fungal infection that can get into the pelt if not cared for properly, making it fit weird, and causing the limbs to not all transform properly. This can feel strange in the water, and makes the selkie look a little like a mutant seal monster. While not necessarily painful, it is irritating and a little itchy when interacting with the selkie goo. The infection can be treated by soaking the skin in a bath made from warm water and selkie mucus for 15-24 hours. Should it be left untreated, the damage to the skin will be left irreversible. 

Siren:

Witherwings: Sirens must be particularly careful about selecting their prey, otherwise they may face consequences. Many normal humans and other supernatural individuals can be carriers for Witherwings, which has no presenting symptoms in non-siren individuals. However, once a siren has consumed an individual with the virus, they will experience fever, itching, and discover that their feathers will begin to fall out. If not treated soon enough, a siren can permanently lose their feathers. Treatment for Witherwings include topical oils with bits of crushed phoenix feather.

Omnitone: A strange phenomena can occur where sirens lose the ability to control their mesmerizing musical abilities. Instead of being able to actively turn on their powers, sirens will find they are enthralling people with their speaking voice and those under their power are prone to dangerous levels of obsession. Drinking lemon tea mixed with eintykára honey is the common practice of getting rid of this affliction.

Mushmouth: (Teeth horror tw) Particularly messy eaters in the siren community should be aware of Mushmouth, a very annoying but minor disease of the mouth. Similar to cavities, too much accumulated iron will cause siren teeth to begin to rot and even fall out. A diet of only fae (as they don’t have iron blood) can allow them to avoid this condition. Mushmouth is easily avoided by regular flossing, brushing of teeth, and general dental hygiene. Once afflicted, sirens must refrain from eating flesh and rinse nightly with a brine made with mermaid scales.

Werewolf:

WereFleas: While werewolves may not be prone to dog fleas (the jury is out on that one) they do have their own flea species to worry about. If this mutant kind of flea bites a werewolf, an uncontrollable itch occurs. The fleas will live in the fur (or hair) of an individual and reproduce there, worsening the problem. If left untreated, this causes numbness in the areas of the bites. Strangely enough, this can be treated with regular dog/flea removal.

Úlfhéðnar: A rare disease stemming from wolfsbane consumption, the werewolf begins to feel the wolf within overshadowing their humanity, often getting the feeling that their human shape is ‘false’ or some fake skin they are ‘wearing.’ Their senses sharpen beyond the werewolf norm but animalistic behaviors, sometimes violent ones, begin to increasingly creep into their human life, and the onset can be quite rapid. This can go all the way to losing the capacity to understand human language, and walking on all fours. One of the better treatments for this is to proactively re-engage with human life, almost pushing away the wolf side as much as possible. This can be dangerous if the violent behaviors are already an issue, and may result in the werewolf losing touch with their wolf side around the full moon.

Osteolupinus: (Chronic illness tw) Wolves get afflicted with a joint and bone disorder which makes turning more painful than usual, and can result in imperfect transformations -- for example, the skin and musculature changing but not the bones, or vice versa. Not only is this painful, but it can inhibit movement, and can be an issue in either direction of the transformation. Can be treated by eating the bones of a bonedoggle, zombie, or banaspati.

[deniigi]

Last Mike piece kind of combining a handful of different requests.

It’s a long one and is under the cut.

(Note, contains some stereotyping--I love Mike but I don’t imagine him as a super sensitive or culturally aware type of guy.)

Thanks to everyone who sent in asks!! And who has read and commented on stories up until this point.

You’re all darlings and stars and I appreciate you immensely. Truly immensely. It is a pleasure to read your comments and reactions and to have met so many lovely humans through the work.

---

keeping brothers

Mike comes to SF to demand retribution for not being invited to Matt and Foggy’s wedding. He crashes into Sam and finds in him a challenge that is perhaps even too great for even Mike Murdock to overcome.

---

Foggy was not presently receptive to advances.

This was unfortunate. Especially since revenge was needing to be taken here over dear, dear Matthew going forth with a wedding without even inviting his only, humble brother to sit in the pews.

Mike had picked out a suit and everything.

It was yellow.

Everyone loved yellow.

He’d gotten a hat to go with it.

Everyone loved hats.

Matt, however, seemed to have other ideas and went on and on about how he was planning on an August wedding and he’d tell Mike in the next month or so what the decided date was and what the color scheme was, and so on and so on. And yet, somehow, by the time May was rolling to a close, with months left until the auspicious August date, Mike got a furious call from the Sister who, for once, had found it in herself to contact him first and who was also offended on Matt’s and Dad’s behalf that Mike had failed to show up to his own twin’s wedding.

She didn’t yell. No of course she didn’t. But she told Mike that God was watching him and that he should consider how he was going to make it up to his brother.

His brother.

Hmph.

More like his little shit wombmate.

Oh, Mike would make it up to him alright.

--

Dearest, darling Matthew lived in San Francisco these days and while Foggy was not receptive to Mike’s usual charm and wit, he did say that Mike was welcome to stay at the happily married couple’s house for the night.

Foggy felt guilty when Mike explained the phone call from Mom and the whole unworn suit situation. He said that it was wrong of Matt to have lied to him and that an apology would be forthcoming, but in the meantime, if Mike could keep an eye on the dogs and the apprentice while he went out to find his beloved husband, that would be great.

Mike, of course, promised he would.

He chose not to mention that dogs were the foul scum of the earth on his personal hierarchy of creatures and things.

He also chose not to mention that children were right below dogs on said hierarchy. After all, not everyone in the world needed to know his business.

--

Matt’s dogs were…disgusting.

Mike didn’t get it.

The number of times Mike had moved Matt to the other side of the pavement to keep him away from dogs (out of brotherly love and fear of the neighborhood kids knowing that his little bro was a crybaby) had long passed countable means.

And yet.

These things.

Hazel was alright. Mike got why Matt was obsessed with her. She was ginger. They were ginger. There was an unbreakable bond there.  

But Tuesday?

Just why?

She was old. She was pale. She looked sad all the fucking time.

Mike tried to throw a tennis ball for her, but after he’d pried the wet, nasty thing out of her mouth, she just watched it bounce and roll onto the living room carpet before looking back up at him like he’d just shot Bugs Bunny dead on the carpet and tried to feed him to her.

“You ever considered therapy?” he asked her. “Maybe anti-depressants?”

She said nothing.

She just looked sad.

“How about a walk?” he asked.

Hazel flung herself out of the kitchen and crashed into the bottom of the island on her way.

Mike could appreciate that level of enthusiasm. Tuesday watched her and the slowly looked back up at him. Her tail swung exactly once.

“That’s it?” Mike asked her.

The tail drooped.

Fuckin’ A.

Look who’s Sandra D., huh?

The door rattled open and both dogs suddenly leap into action. Mike threw hands over his ears at the sudden explosion of barking.

“HEY,” he snapped at them.

They carried on yowling and bustling, racing each other down the stairs. Mike stood up and begrudgingly accepted that he was gonna have to chase these slobbering idiots out into the street, but froze.

A person was down there at the bottom of the stairs with bags slipping off their shoulders. They were laughing and petting the dogs. Cooing to them.

Mike decided that he wasn’t in the mood for housecleaner chatting. He was here for the express purpose of shaming Matthew in his own home.

He took a step back, but not soon enough. The black hair down there snapped up and made eye contact.

“Oh, hey Boss,” the cleaner said. “You’re home early.”

How to respond? How to respond?

This appeared to be an opportunity.

“Wasn’t busy,” he said in his best, stiff, huffy Matthew impression.

The kid cocked his head to the side a little.

“Really?” he asked. “Huh. Wild. Did you already take the girls out?”

Housecleaner and dogwalker? Come on, Matt. You ain’t that busy.

“Negative,” Mike said.

“Oh. Okay, I’ll take them then,” the kid said. “Jia and Chunhua want to meet them, is that cool?”

Um.

But

Like

Why.

“No can do,” Mike said.  “They’ve been poorly behaved.”

The kid stopped with his hand on the downstairs closet door. He turned his head slowly back up the stairs, this time frowning.

Mike decided that he was going to make a drink.

You know. A “drink.” For protection. Against suspicion.

“You feeling okay, Bossman?” the kid called up the stairs.

“Just fine, thanks,” Mike called back from the kitchen. He found a safe place behind the counter and hunkered with the muzzle of his piece over its edge.

Surely, this guy knew Matt’s ‘leave me alone’ tone. Mike had it imprinted across his heart and his impression of it, he knew, was flawless.

The sound of rustling eased downstairs for a moment, and the creak of a door opening followed it. The dogs did not come back up the stairs. Mike started to stand up.

Perhaps the suspicion had passed?

The sound of a door opening downstairs destroyed that dream and the sound of the kid hiking upstairs with intention followed the shattered its remaining fragments.

And like.

Damn.

There were two ways to go about this.

Way 1) Shoot the kid, hide the body, hire new household help for the brother.

Way 2) Engage full and complete Matthew impersonation.

Tricky, tricky, tricky.

One of those involved paperwork and speed interviewing. Mike stowed his piece and made a show of picking through the cabinets for a glass. He was careful to feel around at the bottom of the glasswares’ stems.

He heard the footsteps stop behind him and could practically feel the kid’s eyes burning holes into his back.

“You need a Tylenol or somethin’, Teach?” the kid rumbled.

The hair on the back of Mike’s neck stood up.

He’d fucked up.

He didn’t know how he’d fucked up, but he’d fucked up.

Damn.

Poor little shit. Dyin’ on a kitchen floor was just one step above dying on the toilet.

“I’m good, thanks,” he said to the cabinet contents.

“Are you?” the kid asked.

Pushy.

Stop asking questions, boy, and start prayin’.

“I am,” Mike said, closing the cabinet firmly. “Is there a reason—”

He turned around.

Blue, glowing eyes stared right through him.

“What’s the matter, Teach?” the kid asked sweetly. “Never seen me before?”

Oh.

Shit.

--

 Mike never claimed to be Matty.

Ever.

He wasn’t there for the whole cult-training thing. He only became aware of it after the fact. Of course he’d noticed the change in behavior and the personality shift and yadda yadda yadda. But he couldn’t have done anything about it. He’d just been a kid himself, not to mention that he’d been busy being shipped out to a thousand different foster families and group homes while Matty had been shuffled through a series of special needs placements. They were broken apart and thrown back together all the fucking time while every social worker and home and institute claimed to be trying to ‘keep the twins together.’

As a result, one day Mike woke up and learned from the paper that his twin was secretly a devil in disguise.

It had been kind of neat, actually. Matty’s devil fought crime and Mike’s devil did crime.

What a pair!

The contrast! The tension!

Delicious, all of it.

And while that was very good aesthetic-wise, it unfortunately meant that Mike was woefully unprepared to fight a dog-walking, house-cleaning marital artist on kitchen tile.

The kid was strong. And fast. And fuck, could he land a punch. Or eight.

He’d snatched Mike’s gun and chucked it in the sink within seconds of this conflict beginning, and while Mike had a height and weight advantage on him, someone had taught him how to go for the kidneys and the knees.

Christ.

Mike was going to have to knock him out.

He didn’t want to.

Matt’s kitchen was already a disaster. Adding blood to that had not been part of the shaming plan.

Welp.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

He managed to get the kid locked into an elbow and pulled up with the intention of giving him a head start in the napping arena, when the front door slammed open. The kid simultaneously sunk his teeth down into Mike’s forearm.

Mike shouted before he knew he was and suddenly there were dogs everywhere and people talking over each other and one second, Mike was reestablishing his grip on that mangey little mutt, and the next the kid was gone and he was staring into Matt’s furious grimace.

A glass rolled around on the counter by the sink.

“Oh,” Mike said. “Well, fancy meeting you here.”

“Sensei,” the kid cried, trying to push past Matt’s side to get in front of him.

“That’s enough,” Matt said to Mike’s face, but really to the room at large. The kid stopped.

Sensei, he’d said.

Oho.

Ohohoho.

Mike might have misjudged things here.

“Go clean yourself up,” Matt ordered him, pulling back out of his braced form and catching the kid when he tried to get in front of him again.

“Righty-o,” Mike told him pleasantly. “Just one question—”

A muscle in Matt’s jaw jumped. Mike decided that that was permission.

“Does your little whelp there got all his shots?” Mike asked him.

 --

Sam.

This kid’s name was Sam. And he was not household help. He was apprentice and employee and he was fucking sharp.

Matt kept grabbing him and forcibly manhandling him back onto the couch to keep him from lunging at Mike with intent to kill.

Mike didn’t know what to make of any of this.

When Foggy had said ‘apprentice,’ Mike had assumed that some 14 year old would be arriving for lessons in MMA in the garage or something.

He had not expected this guy.

“Fuck you,” Sam snapped at Mike when Matt told him in hushed tones to settle down or go downstairs until he could.

Wow.

Mike was almost…impressed?

“Samuel,” Matt said in a voice that gave Mike shivers because it sounded exactly like Dad.

Holy shit.

Sam and his glowing blue eyes jerked and then stared up at Matt in hurt betrayal. Matt sensed it somehow and softened.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Thank you for protecting the house. There’s just a misunderstanding here.”

Boy, was that an understatement.

“He’s impersonating you,” Sam told his teacher. “He was cursing Tuesday.”

Eh?

Oh.

That.

“He’s not impersonating me,” Matt said calmly while Foggy made aggravated sounds at the state of his kitchen. “He’s my twin.”

Samuel went slack and stared up into Matt’s sunglasses. He swiveled his head back to Mike. Mike tapped his own glasses down and winked.

Sam bared teeth at him.

Hm.

Unfriendly.

Yes. Like the dog.

Why did Matty collect such things?

“Sam,” Matt said, apparently aware that this type of Sam-silence was not a benevolent one.

Cowed by the warning, Sam’s new tactic for dealing with Mike abruptly became hiding from him. He wriggled out of Matt’s hold and tucked himself up against his back instead, peeking out to squint severely at Mike as though daring him to come any closer.

Matt sighed.

“What do you want, Michael?” he asked, holding his head in his hands while the sound of glass being swept rang out from the kitchen.

Mike hummed and leaned his chin on his palm.

“I think we both know what I want,” he said.

Matt took off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

 --

“Hostile,” Mike noted disapprovingly at the now-empty doorframe.

“He’s not always this way,” Foggy assured him.

Mike scoffed.

“Little shit bites,” he said.

“Where do you think he learned that from?” Foggy asked.

Ah.

Matty.

Mike saw now.

“Matt’s not even trying to include me in his life anymore,” Mike sighed. Foggy matched his posture on the other side of the now-clean kitchen counter.

“Sam is a soft spot,” he said.

“Psh. He shouldn’t be. If Matty wanted a nephew, all he had to do was say so. I’m sure I’ve gotten some broad or ten knocked up over the last twenty years,” Mike pointed out.

Foggy’s silence was judgmental. He was lookin’ kind of thin.

“Bad timing?” Mike asked him.

“More like tasteless,” Foggy told him.

“Maybe tasteless, but not untrue,” Mike volleyed back with a winning smile.

Foggy pursed his lips at him.

“Matt and Sam are already bonded, Michael,” he said. “It’s going to be far easier for you to accept Sammy than it is to get Matt to accept one of your eight thousand love children.”

Mike huffed.

Always a double-standard in this family.

 --

So Sam was definitely trying to kill him. Or at least run him out of this place.

There was broken glass in the guest bathroom. There was a rug suddenly on the stairs in the middle of the night. There were wet, disgusting tennis balls waiting to be stepped on in the house’s hallways.

Sam allegedly slept downstairs, but Mike didn’t think he was sleeping.

“You’re accusing my apprentice of sabotage, now?” Matt deadpanned to him over breakfast.

“He’s jealous. He doesn’t like the idea of there being two of you,” Mike told him reliably.

Matt reached out and felt around for Mike’s forehead. He held his hand there like the fucking dick he was.

“Hm,” he said.

“I ain’t lyin’,” Mike told him.

“Hm,” Matt said again, taking his hand back to stuff a piece of toast in his mouth.

Mike heard a door open downstairs and then a burst of babytalk towards one of the dogs.

It cut off abruptly.

Mike looked over his shoulder towards the staircase and sure enough, the most favored blue-eyed boy of the household was down there, glaring up at him. He waved. Sam gave him the finger and hauled the dogs off with him to go make his own breakfast in the downstairs kitchen.

“He’s adorable, Matty,” Mike said without intonation.

“I am aware,” Matt said. “I like to keep him around. Really draws in the ladies.”

Hm.

 --

Sam hid. Mike became aware of this on the third day of staying over that he managed to wrangle out of Matt and Foggy in return for their inhospitality over the weekend and the whole wedding situation.

The boy was always in his room or going or coming from the house. He did not touch the stairs.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” he asked Matt.

Matt didn’t even turn his way while he brushed Hazel’s fur.

“I mean, he doesn’t love to come up here in general,” he said, “But yeah, no. He especially doesn’t love you.”

Hm.

“I’m gonna bond with him,” Mike decided.

“Please don’t,” Matt said immediately.

“I’m gonna,” Mike said.

 --

Sam blinked slowly at him once and then twice.

Then he picked up his plate and mug and made to leave for his room.

“Hold on now, partner,” Mike said, blocking the doorway with an arm. Sam’s eyes flicked up to the arm, then back to his face. Then up to the arm again.

“I think we both want the same thing here,” Mike continued. “You clearly love my brother. I appreciate that. I love my brother too. And if you’re gonna be stickin’ around, me and you should get onto more even footing, no?”

Sam turned his head to the side and ducked right under Mike’s arm into the hall. His bedroom door closed with a thunk.

It locked.

Mike blinked at the window he had been standing in front of.

Little shit.

This kid was a little shit.

 --

“Mike, he’s just not about you,” Matt sighed. “It took him months to warm up to me. He’s not that kind of person.”

Bullshit.

He was what? 18?

18 year olds could be bought.

Matt’s lip twitched.

“He’s 24,” he said.

Oh.

Well.

Same difference. 24 year olds could be bought too.

Matt smirked.

“Alright, do your worst then,” he said.

 --

He invited Samuel out for Vietnamese coffee. There was a place close by. It seemed to be quiet enough.

Sam stared at him and informed him that he was Chinese, thanks, not Vietnamese and all Asians weren’t the same, by the way.

Mike didn’t know what to say.

“Do you not like coffee?” he asked.

“I don’t like stereotypes,” Sam told him. “And I don’t like you.”

He shut his door.

 --

“If we do East Asian food, then we let Sammy pick where we get it,” Matt told Mike dutifully.

That was like, fine. But also wasn’t that equally presumptuous?

“He’s got much stronger opinions on it than we do,” Matt shrugged. “And certain places don’t have things that he likes that we don’t know very well.”

…right.

“So I should let him pick,” Mike translated.

“I think you should leave him alone,” Matt told him.

Well, they both knew that wasn’t happening, but it was a sweet thought, little brother.

“You have a compulsion to feel liked,” Matt said offhandedly.

“You have a need to be hated,” Mike sighed.

Matt glared.

The stalemate remained intact.

 --

Sammy. Samuel. Sam.

He told Mike to call him Mr. Chung or Blindspot. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mike thought ‘Sammy’ was very cute.

It sounded nephew-like.

Sam told him that he wasn’t his nephew because Sensei wasn’t his dad because he already had a deadbeat, missing father, thanks. He wasn’t looking for another one.

Mike was getting the feeling that Sam was angry with him.

Matt wandered downstairs afterwards and knocked on Sam’s door and was allowed admission. For like. An hour.

Them double-standards, man.

 --

Matt announced that Mike was coming with him and Sam to walk the dogs. He bribed the kid with a promise of a bagel. Mike watched this happen.

Sam stared long and sad into Matt’s unseeing face exactly like Tuesday. Matt patted him on the head in consolation and he did not (did not) bite his hand (unlike the damn dog).

“Half an hour, kiddo,” Matt told him. “Then bagel.”

Sam was from New York, it turned out. Not Shanghai or Beijing or Hong Kong. And apparently it was rude to ask or assume the latter.

He liked bagels as much as any decent New Yorker did, and Matt knew this about him.

“Only for the bagel,” Sam told him.

“Only for the bagel,” Matt agreed. “I’ll buy and you can put whatever you want on it.”

“Egg,” Sam said definitively. “And peanut butter. And sriracha.”

Matt tried not to wince.

“Whatever you want,” he said.

Sam was pleased with his submission.

“Is it cold outside?” he asked.

 --

Sam loved the dogs. Mike suddenly understood why he and Matt got on so well now.

This kid had little care for drool on his hands and had a killer arm. The dogs raced after his lobbed tennis balls like their lives depended on it—even the old lady.

Matt said nothing.

He was busy acting as a buffer. He elbowed Mike in the ribs after the fifth throw or so.

Mike remembered the mission.

“Where’d you learn to throw, Sammy?” he asked.

Matt clutched at his face with a hand.

Sam side-eyed Mike without moving.

“Sam,” he said firmly. “Or BT. Or Chung.”

“Sammy suits you,” Mike told him. “Where’d you learn to throw?”

Sam furrowed his brow.

“My mom,” he said.

Oh, nice.

“She play baseball?” Mike asked.

“Archer,” Sam said stiffly.

“Very cool. Very cool.”

Annnnd that was it. Hm.

“Teach, why’re you lettin’ this guy hang around?” Sam asked out of the blue.

“Familial obligation, minor guilt, fear of maternal retribution,” Matt listed out dutifully.

Sam picked up the proffered ball and with it, accepted this answer. He chucked the ball and watched the dogs run.

“Are you a devil too?” he asked the field.

Mike blinked then realized the question was for him.

“Sort of,” he said.

“Definitely,” Matt sighed.

“What’s your thing then?” Sam asked. “You carry. Why?”

Why?

Because Mike Murdock wasn’t being caught out in the cold, no siree.

“My choice of company relies on, how shall we say, some rather poor communication,” he went for.

Sam hummed.

“So you’re a crook,” he said.

Matt choked on a laugh.

“A crook? No, no, kid,” Mike said. “You got me all wrong. I’m what you call an opportunist.”

Sam lifted an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh,” he said. “Sure. Why’re you such a dick?”

Wow.

No respect for his elders, truly.

“It’s the trauma,” he deadpanned. “And the older sibling burden.”

“You don’t look older than Sensei,” Sam pointed out.

“Well, looks aren’t everything, sweetheart,” Mike told him kindly.

Sam frowned.

“Why do you wear a hat?” he asked.

“Because I’m fantastic,” Mike told him.

“Oh, I get it now,” Sam said.

Mike straightened his back.

“Do you?” he asked.

“You’re just a fuckin’ clown,” Sam said.

 --

Okay, so Mike might just have to throw this one.

Matt wouldn’t stop laughing at him and it was his job to make Matt miserable, not the other way around. Any more of this and Matt would forget his place.

“Your son is out of line,” he scolded Matthew. “Doesn’t respect his elders. Doesn’t play well with strangers. You need to socialize him.”

Matt found that even more comical.

He wouldn’t say why. Mike had to interrogate Foggy, but that was difficult because Kirsten showed up and was gorgeous and too good for Matthew, so that had to be addressed with full and complete attention.

Kirsten leaned over and took Mike’s hat and patted him on the shoulder and said, “Sam’s never been disrespectful for more than five minutes at a go the whole time we’ve known him, Mikey, we’re learning more and more about him each day that you’re here.”

Which was.

Hm.

Not sexy.

But he would deal with that once Sexy herself gave him his hat back.

 --

He got a job on in Miami that night and had to cut his visit short. Matt was not sorry to see him go. That was pretty typical.

Sam had no opinions on his leaving. He stuck his head upstairs and said bye, but nothing more than that.

Mike felt bitter.

It had been a long time since he’d left a job feeling unsatisfied.

No closure.

Matt wasn’t supposed to be better with people than he was. That was their trade off. He wasn’t allowed.

“I’ll be back, and I’ll crack him,” He threatened his brother on the way to the airport.

“I have no doubt that you will,” Matt said patronizingly. “And I am sure that he’ll be waiting for your return.”

Yeah, well.

He better.

[moreracquetball]

Whizvin for the ship thing

(ahhh four people asked for this one)

-who cries when someone dies in a movie

W h i z z e r. Tbh, despite his very cold, detached demeanor, he is a /huge/ crier at movies - at touching moments, at sad moments, at happy endings. It bemuses Marvin to no end like “Why are you crying this time? I specifically got a movie that literally nobody died in??” “Marvin, he remembered how long it takes her to order a sandwich. You don’t even remember my middle name.” What I’m also trying to say is that Whizzer isn’t afraid to show his emotions and weird things will set him off and under all that scathing wit he is honestly such a sweetheart.

-who wears the ugly holiday garb

Marvin. He just gets so disgustingly festive, and he only wears these old, ratty garb that he’s had for years and years. Whizzer just stares blankly at him like, “how could I have ever found this man attractive?” but then at the end of the day, when Marvin shamelessly strips naked to get ready for bed Whizzer thinks, “oh yeah, now I remember.”

-who pays for the meals

Marvin, literally every single time. It makes him feel more like a provider and like “a man” and the internalized ideal annoys Whizzer but Whizzer is cheap so liiikkkee as far as Whizzer is concerned, Marvin can keep this annoying habit of idealized masculinity. 

-who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone

(when Jason isn’t home…) Whizzer - oven; Marvin - trombone

-who brings home stray animals

Marvin. He pretends to be gruff and detached about it like “the stupid cat wouldn’t leave me alone. It just kept following me around.” but Whizzer totally saw him on the street through the apartment window thirty minutes earlier trying to lure that gross, mangey cat over to him by pinching off pieces of bread and cooing after it and Whizzer does not want pets but like damn Marvin worked hard to get that stupid cat to adore him and now the cat literally does follow him everywhere he goes.

-who leaves the bathroom door open

Whizzer. He has no boundaries

-who tells the ‘dad jokes’

M a r v i n. Are you even kidding me????????

-who wants kids more

Whizzer. (lol i might have actually wrote a oneshot about this specific situation that I abandoned halfway).

-who travels more

Whizzer. He has dozens of developed and undeveloped film of when he would backpack it around the country in his early to mid twenties. He loves change and new experiences.

-who spends more cash

Whizzer. He also spends more credit and debit and yikes, Marvin knows when his bills came in the mail bc suddenly Whizzer starts acting very doey-eyed and sweet and cute as if that will blind Marvin from those debts in his bank account balance

-who buys the things in infomercials

Whizzer. After that third glass of wine, Marvin suddenly has to find somewhere to put the sauna pants and chia pets and that limited edition ALF-inspired dog bowl for a pet they do not have. 

-who draws in the dust on their cars

Whizzer draws in the dust of Marvin’s car. But he always writes stuff like in the back window where Marvin never looks so it’s like “honk if you’re queer. I need a date.” and “who divorced his wife, left his kid, and made his boyfriend clean the dishes even though it was clearly his turn? THIS ASSHOLE.” One time, out of curiosity and boredom, Whizzer wrote Marvin’s actual phone number in the dust with the instruction: say hot milk and then hang up. Marvin thought he was losing his mind all day that day.

-who starts the snowball fights

They never really know who starts them but yeah, any time there’s snow, it always inevitably ends in an hour-long fight that leaves both men snow-covered, red-faced, and irrationally both angry and just so madly in love with each other

-who throws away the directions to things

Marvin. “After all, my name’s Marvin, and I am soooo smart. I don’t need directions.” “Whizzer, cut it out. I do not sound like that. Now just - help me, please? I think I almost got it working…” *Marvin pulls a wire and the entire power for the apartment building goes out* “….not another word.”

-who puts up holiday decor

Marvin. He’s like - obnoxiously festive, esp for like Halloween. Whizzer pretends to only tolerate it but tbh he loves when Marvin is happy and excited about these kind of things.

-who is more likely to forget to bathe

Marvin. But Whizzer is adamant on reminding him

-who gets more obsessed about things

Whizzer. He def with through all the weird fads - tamagotchis, disco, pet rocks, etc. But then he forgets about them like a week later.

-who sings in the shower more often

Marvin. Sometimes, and don’t you dare tell Marvin this or Whizzer would literally kill you Whizzer plops down on the floor and places his ear to the closed bathroom door, closing his eyes and listening to his lover’s melodic, soothing voice. 

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idk if this discourse has happened before or not. but is Lexa a cat person or a dog person? What about Clarke? do they have different choices in pets? do they argue over who's choice in pets is better? asking the important questions here.

Haha you know believe it or not I think someone did actually ask this last year when I first introduced PSI. Lexa doesn't have pets because she simply doesn't have time and she's a little bit of a neat freak anyways. The shedding would drive her a little nuts. But there was this mangey little tabby cat she found one day in high school. She'd been crouched down behind a dumpster--trying to hide and catch her breath from the bullies that liked to follow her on her walk home and torment her--when she hears a pathetic little mewl off to the side. So she carefully crawls towards the sound, ensuring that she isn't caught by her tormenters and finds this tiny little ball of matted fur with big, shines black eyes staring back at her. She carefully scoops him up and holds him again her chest for the hours that she sits and waits for it to get dark and her bullies to leave, wrapping him in her jacket when the sun goes down and a chill sneaks into the air. She names him Mr. Tabs.She has to hide him from her foster father as she tip toes up the stairs and feeds him a dish of milk and half a can of tuna. She gets scratches up her arms when she takes to giving him a bath for the first time a few days later but she is endeared to him all the same. She keeps him her little secret, finding unfamiliar peace with his warm little body snuggled up against her at night. She can't keep him once she graduates early and leaves for college so Po takes him in and cares for him just as he'd cared for Lexa. Every once in a while Lexa thinks about him and takes out the lone Polaroid she has of the tiny thing that she keeps in her desk drawer. As for Clarke. She loves all things cute and furry. Her oldest brother is allergic said furry things though so she never had pets growing up. Which means Clarke is...zealous...when it comes to animals she spots on the street. The animal coordinators on set half to constantly tell her to put the puppies down please and Clarke always gives them the biggest pout. Lexa learns just how obsessed Clarke is when she finds herself walking through the Hollywood farmers market with Clarke one Sunday morning and can't get more than five feet in a minute because Clarke has to stop and squeal and crouch down to pet every dog she spots. Which of course always draws a crowd because Clarke fucking Griffin is out and about and petting dogs and some people even recognize Lexa which of course brings the cameras and eventually Lexa resigns herself to the madness. Because let's face it...how can she hate the sight of Clarke's smile and a puppy in her arms as the owner looks on star struck.