#Save Me! Lollipop live blog

[glitchcat808]

first time requesting on your blog!!!

can I request flower, lollipop, or ruby (Bfb) with reader that has a double life as a superhero and normal life as a singer but reader kinda forgets about a concert they had with (flower, lollipop, or ruby) and remembers when fighting crime in superhero form so they try to make it to the concert as fast as possible but the concert has already ended. and their co - singer just leave when they get in at the end out of anger but they forgive each other the next day

I almost forgot to add to make it a oneshot and angst to fluff

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pls and thank you!!

OHHH YOU INTO SOMETHIN' !!!!

Hmmm, i feel like ruby will just get worried at us and flower will just get annoyed. SO YOU KNOW WE GOING WITH THE GIRLBOSS YES WE DO!!!!/POS

ALSO, since the request doesnt say any romantic/platonic relationship with the characters, i decided its best if i make the reader and the girly into a romantic relationship (hope it doesnt bother you!!/pos)

ALSO² [O/N] means Object Name, since i didn't want to make names for the members of the band, and didn't have an idea what contestant should be who (don't hit me the fanfic juice was running out 😭/hj/nm)

TW: SCREAMING, CURSING, VIOLENCE

Two jobs can be hard

Another day of crime, and it was already exahusting. You were going with your day, passing around the city, waving at citicens that saw you pass by, and many, but many fans asking for photos or autographs, and also the common fights with the evil, you know the deal.

The only thing you could thing was the concert Lollipop was making for tomorrow, preparing your voice was getting in the way because of the whole "saving the city" job you have. You didn't really think much on how you got this job, maybe because of the determination it gave you to save the people you loved, and future people you will care about, but that was too cheesy to think about.

While you did enjoy saving lives and stuff, you also love to sing. That was also a passion you had as a kid, listening to your favorite singers and hearing how they hit those high notes was amazing! Let me say that again- is amazing! You love to see the people get excited to see you, and after a long night of beating thieves that always brings a smile to your face.

Another thing you love is your girlfriend, Lollipop. She is the one that got you into singing, well, motivated, Flower took the idea after watching you do covers on the internet. She is there for you after vocal sessions, for rehersals, for anything really. She is also the bassist, and fans have said that she touches the bass like a "sigma"...whatever that means. But there is other fans saying you and Lollipop make a good couple, some say the sound of your voice and the notes your girlfriend touches are a total match! How cool of a compliment!

While you planned a list on what to do before the concert, you heard a noise comming from a dark hallway. It scared you to the point you jumped a little, getting into a fight position, not before putting on your accesories that hide your identity. Being a hero to a famous city WHILE being a popular singer and people seeing those two people are only ONE?? Not today!

You slowly walked to the hallway, careful to not make a sound that will make the moment get ruined. "Be a puppy, be a puppy, be a puppy" You repeat on your mind. If it was another thief, you were going to explode.

As you slowly got close to the thing that scared you, you carefuly got the flashlight you hid into your clothes, and pointed the light to the figure as fast as you can. The creature made a sound of surprise, looking at you like a deer in the headlights. The object had a black plastic bag into their hands, sparkles and shine getting into your eyes, pleasure of the flashlight into your hands. Both of you staying silent for a minute, shocked, confused, until the thief started to get up and run in a split second.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!" You yelled, chasing after them. Some of the money getting into the way, but you pick it up with your powers. Oh, did i forget to say you can hold things with magic? Cool, right?

While you runned to get them, a singular candy was running in circles into the back stage. Looking at her phone every five seconds, checking at the hour and new messages, nothing can be seen. "Where is she now? She should be here since five minites ago!" Lollipop groaned, looking at the mirrow, checking her makeup. "I'm sure she is on her way, give her some time" Flower said, giving her friend some green tea she prepared for her. Lollipop grabed the cup and started to drink the liquid, and left the utensil at the top of the drawer.

You launched at the object, getting them on the ground. With one hand, you holded them down and with the other you used your magic and grabbed the bag and made a knot with all the stolen materials inside. The thief moved, but you punched them in the face, as they groaned in pain. You started to hit them more until they eventually calmed down, and finally, you used both of your hands to appear a rope, and tied their hands down.

"This is why you don't steal, you thief!" You exclaimed, looking down at them. "Don't say it like that, your not my mom!" The thief told, looking at you with anger. "You should have thought about the consequences before stealing, you know?"

"Yeah, but you should have thought about wearing that outfit, you Metroman copy son of a bit-"

The officer car turned the engine, as the sirens got into the background, getting quieter as the car moved to the other side. You stayed there, looking at how justice was served. "I don't look like Metroman, you little..." You mumbled into your breath, fixing your clothes. You started to walk back to your apartment, stretching your arms. "Man, what a day!" You said to yourself, looking at the stars. After all that trouble, you couldn't help but try to remember something important, but what could that be?

Groceries? No you already did that yesterday. Wash your clothes? Nah, you can do that later. Feed the cat? Wait, Lollipop already did that. So what could that be?...

It had something to do with Lollipop tho, so what can that mean?

...

THE CONCERT!!

You rushed to the stadium, running as fast as your legs could take you. Trying not to get hit by any cars, checking to see if you were going to the right direction, until you got into the place. You pushed the doors open in a second, looking around to get into the backstage. You runned to the back of the building, as you opened the doors with a leg kick. "I'M HERE, I'M HERE!! SO WHAT DO WE-" You cut yourself off, looking at the band's dissapointed, angry looks.

"So this is the time you get here? WHERE EVERYONE LEFT?!" The drummer yelled, dissapointed. Everyone looked frustrated, betrayed by you. "HOW DO YOU THINK WE GOT EVERYTHING DONE WITHOUTH YOU, HUH? WE HAD TO MAKE [O/N] SING FOR YOU, WHICH THE FANS DIDN'T ENJOY OR LIKED" "Hey, but i sing good :'( !" "SHUT UP, DUMBASS!"

As a fight happened, you looked shocked. How bad of you to forget about such an important thing, you just had to go into that hallway did you? You tried to look at your girlfriend for comfort, but she mysteriously wasn't there. She must have been so sad you didn't go that she just left...

"THATS IT, I'M DONE" The member that started the fight screamed, grabbing their things at leaving with a slam on the door. The other members decided to do that as well, there wasn't anything much to do anyways. They grabbed their instruments and started to walk, until the last member grabbed your shoulder. "Please try to come back more early next time, and don't forget about it"

That left shivers down your spine, but they just left you there. The door closed, and you took a seat into the couch. The soft material hitting your tired body, as small tears got into your eyes. You started to see blurry, letting out small sobs. You didn't want anyone to see you like such a mess, so you just got up the furniture after a little while. You were just about to grab the handle of the door, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, look what we got here. You left me down you know that?" Lollipop, it was Lollipop. You tried your best to wipe your tears, your clothes getting wet for this action. "Don't try to hide it, i already know" She said, her voice starting to show more dissapointment. You slowly turned around to her direction, looking at the ground. She let out a sigh, and walked towards you. 'Oh no, what have i done? She is so mad at me! Dammit, i should have been more careful about the time! I'm such a was-'

Lollipop slapped you, right on the face. Your head turning around for a little, feeling your face burn. Both from embarrassment and the pain on your cheek. Your girlfriend looked at you mad, so, so mad. She turned around, about to leave, until she tellls you something that breaked your heart.

"You should be proud of yourself, dumbass..."

The door closed, as you slided down the wall, getting into your knees. You holded your hurted area of your face, and the humiliation made you cry, cry so hard that you were going to have a headache. You cried about many things, about how you missed the concert, how you made your band members aka your friends dissapointed, and because the slap hurt like hell.

Next day, 9:00AM

Yep, you were right, your head hurt like it never did before. You woke up with a hurtful headache, blocking your eyes from the sunlight on the window. You just had to get ready anyways, same rutine anyhow. You washed your face, cleaning the dried tears, made some breakfast and got dressed. The sound of the door making you stop what you were doing, pushing your sweater down. You walked to the door, opening it.

It was Lollipop, surprisingly. She had a box of donuts on her hands, with a bag on her arm. "Thank god you are awake, i was not going to wake you up" She said, annoyed. You looked confused, didn't she slapped you yesterday? What did she wanted from you?

"Listen, i know you are thinking what i'm doing here. And i just wanted to say that i apologize. I should have been more careful of my actions, and talked to you about it" She looked into your eyes, bringing the box of food into your chest. You grabbed it, and made some free space for your girlfriend to get into the room. She walked in, and closed the door. Lollipop put the bag into a table, and started to get the things out of it.

"I also wanted to bring you something to enjoy while i take care of that pretty face. What flavor do you want?" She said, holding two cups of boba tea. You let out a happy gasp, and grabbed one. You hold the remove from the TV, and put your favorite show on.

While you two cuddled, Lollipop took care of your face. Getting some ice on it, while kissing it better. She later told you she wanted to get you to the park, and you accept the request. You both walked around, looking at the sky, trees, and animals that passed by. At the end, it was peaceful, you and her looking at the clouds on the grass. Sometimes pointing out funny looking clouds, or butterflies that fly to close to your faces.

It was currently the afternoon, both of you heading over to the apartment. You had her hands on her own, a smile on your face. You got over the lobby, and stepped in the elevator. Your girlfriend pressed the button to the fourth floor, and the elevator doors closed. Some calm music reaching your ears, making you more relaxed than before. You looked at Lollipop, her looking at the walls. Your hands reached for her face, making her look at you. You reached over her cheeck and kissed her, as a thanks for the day. She smiled, and side hugged you. Her warm figure comforting half of your body, and you liked it. Eventually, you had to fight the bad again, but that could wait for some more hours.

YAYYYYY, GOT BACK INTO WRITING AGAIN :DD. Man, i really missed writing my own thoughts so much! If any of you see a change on my writing, its because i want to bring more fun into it. So i just tried to included more scenes into the fanfic, hope yall like it <3!!

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 9 - RED HOOD IN MY APARTMENT, HOPE THIS DOESN’T KEEP HAPPENING

Are the Gotham vigilantes okay? Specifically Red Hood? And I don’t mean that in a physical way (although I do wonder how most of them are still alive despite the concerning amount of bodily harm they apparently go through) but in more of a mental way—

I know that the obvious answer is no (wearing spandex and hidden body armor and going around jumping on rooftops to fight villains isn’t exactly something a sane person would do, and plus there’s not a single actual sane person in Gotham anyway) but I still gotta ask.

Now, I live— like— basically in Crime Alley, right? Not really smack-dab in the middle of it (thank fuck) but on the outskirts (do I count that was a win?). So basically, I am still within what people say is Red Hood’s territory (which, you know— thank fuck again). Essentially, what this means is that I get to encounter the vigilantes every once in a while. Not like a whole lot (I don’t see them everyday— or, well, everynight I guess?) but definitely more times than I have ever encountered a hero back when I lived in the Pearl of the Orient Seas (Philippines. I’m talking about the Philippines—).

So, story time: I was walking home, as you do, after my shift at the Gotham City Public Library (for context to those reading this without it, I work there in my spare time). Mr. Gordon (he keeps telling me to call him Jim but my Filipino ancestors would incinerate me so no) was busy with a case so he couldn’t drive me home this time— which, you know, not to worry, it isn’t the first time this has happened anyway, so it’s cool.

So there I am, just going “lalala” to my humble abode. I had managed to get all the way to my block with no incidents. So the walk was going great.

Well, up until I was about 3 buildings away from my apartment and I suddenly got dragged into a dark alleyway by some nutjob wearing a ski mask. Honestly I thought that kind of get-up only appeared in movies or TV shows, but I digress. The dude pulled a gun on me and threatened to shoot if I didn’t give him all my money. So basically your average mugging experience, right?

So I did what any normal human being (read: insane) would do and gave him my wallet. I mean what else was I supposed to do, just beg for my life and cry? I’m way too self-deprecating for that shit, and also I stopped giving a fuck by the third time something like this happened.

Plus, if a mugger or deranged serial killer or one of the fucked up villains of Gotham don’t kill me first, then my degree will finish the job :) (I think I need therapy. But do I really? Nahh)

Any-fucking-way, unfortunately for ski-mask-mcgee over here, he decided to mug one of the types of people that he shouldn’t mug: a broke college student. Like bro, there’s literally nothing in my wallet other than a measly $3 and a lollipop. What the fuck did you expect?

So he takes my $3 (rude) then fucking points the gun at me again and threatens to shoot (that threat’s getting old) if I don’t hand him everything I have. And I’m like— dude wtf? That’s literally everything I have, right there in your hand?? What do I look like, the fucking city bank?

I was starting to get annoyed (and cold because god it was freezing) when suddenly, a shadow just swoops down and lands next to us. Dude in the ski mask panicked and shot at the general direction of whatever the fuck decided to drop by (literally) but then quickly got incapacitated after getting punched in the face by said shadow person.

Then they stepped into the light to zip tie the mugger’s hands together (because handcuffs are so last season) and lo and behold, can you guess who it is? That’s right, it’s the Red Hood! Claps and cheers all around (I was so dead tired that I just deadpanned when I saw who it was).

He asked me if I was alright, yada yada, you know, basic “I just saved you, I hope you’re okay” 101, with a dash of barely managed anger issues. You know, for flavor.

I was about to just turn around and speedwalk to my apartment (because fuck I really wanted a nap) when suddenly I notice something that was marginally concerning.

This guy (Red Hood) was bleeding.

And it was not one of those little trickles— this man had a bullet wound in his abdomen that looked like it was a mini rendition of the fucking Niagra Falls.

So obviously I’m concerned (or I hope I at least looked concerned— I was too tired to know what facial expression to actually make) and I asked him, like, “hey dude, you good?” And this idiot just looks at me, follows my gaze towards his abdomen (how did he not fucking notice) and just shrugged— fucking shrugged— and said, “ ‘Tis but a flesh wound”.

Whether or not I laughed is none of your business.

While I appreciate the Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference (great movie by the way, 100/10), it was definitely not a flesh wound.

So I did what any sane, normal, totally not crazy human being would do and dragged this personification of a wall of muscle towards my apartment. (After calling the police to take the very much knocked out mugger laying on the ground, of course)

I don’t even know how the hell I managed to drag this guy into my apartment because, for 1, he could literally bench press me, and 2, he could snap me in half like a twig, and 3, I am about as muscular as a sea sponge. Meaning to say, I am not muscular or strong whatsoever.

I’m pretty sure Red Hood just let me drag him into his apartment because it looked like I would cry otherwise (and I would have).

Anyway, so that’s the story of how I got the Red Hood into my home, I guess—

It uh, took me about 5 seconds after sitting him down on the couch and grabbing my first aid kit before I realized that I’m a fucking idiot because I don’t have any medical training, and I obviously don’t know how to fucking remove a bullet.

Is this why my mother said that I should take Nursing instead? Well fuck.

I think Red Hood also realized that I am a fucking dumbass because he just stared at me staring at him and fucking laughed.

He laughed.

Fuck I wanna bury myself in a hole and die—

Thankfully though (and also concerningly) Red Hood knows how to remove bullets from himself (wtf dude) and I just helped him disinfect and bandage up his wound (with him instructing me, because again, I am a dumbass).

So that’s the story of how I ended up with the Red Hood on my sofa.

Fucking great. Wonderful. Apparently he decided to take the rest of the night off and just crashed there instead (I definitely did not bribe him to stay by giving him some of my snacks from home— nope, no sir-ie, I have no idea what you’re talking about).

I’m writing this from the comfort of my bedroom while he just sleeps on the sofa outside, in the living room.

Holy fuck I have the Red Hood in my house.

He ate the snacks I gave him and fell asleep while listening to Legally Blonde play on the TV.

What the ever loving fuck is happening in my life.

… I need to go to bed.

Good fucking night.

[rain-goodreads]

“Some Hellish” by Nicholas Herring — Rain’s Book Review & Fan Cover (+ Speedpaint!)

Hey happy readers!

Rain here. Welcome to my first blog post. Today, I will be compiling my book review, fan cover artwork and explanation for said artwork for the rock-lobsterin’ book “Some Hellish” by Nicholas Herring! 🦞

(You can get the book from Goose Lane Editions using the link here! : https://gooselane.com/products/some-hellish)

I have already put the speedpaint of the fan cover above as an introduction, with the song “Bad Apple!!” by ZUN (Cover by RichaadEB and Christina Vee) playing in the background. Read my explanation below for more details.

Without further ado, here we go! 📚 🗣️

The Book Review (also available on DigitallyLit here: https://www.digitallylit.ca/product-page/some-hellish)

Some Hellish by Nicholas Herring is a charming blend of contemporary, philosophical, and slice-of-life fiction. It follows the expedition of a PEI lobster fisherman and his complicated relationship with himself, his life, and those around him. It is a reflective and empathic journey toward forgiveness, transformation, and love that also manages to balance the harsh realities of substance abuse, self-hatred, and regret.

The story follows a middle-aged lobster fisher named Herring, who leads a semi-impoverished life on the ocean harbours of Prince Edward Island. His life is falling apart at the seams: he buries the family dog on Christmas Eve, his wife and children leave him, he is in a constant losing battle against alcohol and financial struggle, his reputation is quickly dwindling, and his living room is now left with an enormous hole in the floor after a fit of blind anger. After being saved from a drunken truck crash by a group of passing monks, Herring and his similarly troubled friend, Gerry, go lobster fishing on the M&M (Herring's boat), high on acid, to cope with the misery of their lives. After a careless accident, Herring falls overboard and is lost at sea for days, presumed dead. But just when the world begins to mourn his loss, he miraculously survives, coming back to his broken life a new man: determined, bald, and willing to do better.

I found Some Hellish to be a beautifully written, thought-provoking work of literature in which I was thoroughly immersed until the very end, which gave me an equally undeniable impression that lasted even days after reading. It did an honest job of crawling inside the human psyche and exposing man's darkest, most vile contemplations and his most passionate aspirations and perseverance toward fulfillment and purpose. It did not hesitate to call out the thoughts that we hate to-- or would never—admit thinking (ex., secretly wanting a friend to suffer after they've wronged you or admitting to admiring the virtues we lack in someone we hate).

Additionally, it could paint a vivid, realistic picture of the Maritime lobster fisherman lifestyle, describing the realities of its intense physical toils, the general uneducated, drunken, anti-technological societal outlook, the turbulent weather, poverty and often quite disgusting normalcies of animal guts and lack of personal hygiene. (Needless to say, it isn't sunshine, lollipops and rainbows…).

I found the book's honest portrayal of both psychological and environmental aspects admirable, and I caught myself guiltily relating to Herring but happily comparing his unfortunate circumstances to my own many a time.

Though I found the book to be a bit slow in terms of plot progression, as most of it centred around character development and the slow harbour life rather than an action-filled overarching narrative like most stories, I ironically found that its sluggishness and focus on the people and personality rather than plot added to the charm, portraying itself as true-to-life and ultimately a story I enjoyed reading through. (After all, real life isn't a 24/7 MARVEL comic-book story with bad guys to defeat and cities to save… in truth, we're all living Herrings in one way or another.)

My favourite line from this book is:

"Well, at the end of it all," he said, "I guess you could say that I was willing to die so that people could eat. No matter all the stupid shit I've done, I'll always have this. Be able to say this about myself. And that's not nothing, huh." (paragraph 1, page 311)

In all, while Some Hellish may not be everyone's cup of tea (and if you can't stand the thought of reading the obscure existential crises of a middle-aged drunkard for 325 pages, this may truly be some hellish for you…), it is undoubtedly a book that merits its prestigious Atwood Gibson Writers' Trust Fiction Prize and one that deserves the recognition and praise it has now. With its poetic disquisition, memorable characters and environment, thoughtful philosophical overtones and humane message of hope, it is a truly unforgettable experience that I strongly urge any stoic, deep-thinker and enjoyer of moving storylines to dive into.

Overall, I give the book a solid 4.7 out of 5 rating.

I recommend this book!

The Artwork + Explanation

Before we begin, I’d like to first warn you of…

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!! 🚨 ‼️

So take caution before reading ahead…

Anyhow, here is the completed fan cover artwork and the explanations for its symbolism! Enjoy.

Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this post and hopefully found your new fave! 😉

Thank you as well to DigitallyLit and Goose Lane Editions for the awesome read. 😎

And with that,

Rain out. ✌️

[littlewalken]

Dec 18

I do it because I have to, I usually do it myself when possible because I come from an environment where I was an afterthought in my own house and actually had a sit down with the dogs and 1-2 of the cats letting them know we all mattered less than the horse, who was blameless and knew no different, and I knew I mattered less than them but I still loved them.

Of all of us I am the only one left in the household. If not seeing most of my everything, which I can never sort and thin out if I can never get to, for a few months means I am free from the Life Ruiner and then get to live somewhere for a good long time and can actually make friends I think I can do it.

I'll have my Husbands dolls back out and hopefully dressed somewhat properly in time for season 3.

At least Crowley got painted.

And come next Depeche Mode Day-

Fletch is by Kumik, I think his head is called K18. If you're in to 1/6 scale but haven't fallen down the "military/licensed" rabbit hole you're missing out on some neat shit.

Yeah, the catalog was supposed to help me remember who half these guys are, manufacture wise, they're all hybrids. Thang with the lollipop are the same people who did my Andy Bell so the name os somewhere here in the blog. The Daft Punk heads are 3D printed keychains with a hole in the bottom for neck pegs.

Some day we keep saying we'll go to Santa Cruz and fuck yeah Alex/Marco/Bill comes with.

Can't tell if Aziraphale and Guy Man are using the same body.

And yes, I used to run that website with au naturale dollies doing different poses, The Wayback Machine has it, but I let that go when I had a severe clusterfuck of real life shit and running any web site was no longer important. It's saved because my page on Puppet Up is cited in Wikipedia. That's how you really reach internet immortality.

I just went all autistic and recapped the show for my own memory's sake.

On Thursdays we dress like queers.

*And when they double the price of the storage unit we have to pay it because what the hell else are we going to do?

[akashicpoint]

Oooh, whenever you start playing The Silver Case and 25th Ward can you like, live post it? I'm currently playing thru TSC and this game made me break down and cry THREE (3) TIMES, IM STILL NOT DONE!! There's a lot in it, but I love it so much. (I don't believe its a game ment for Streaming, ironically, but it's so good when you get to go your own pace and feel the emotions each case gives you!)

Im hoping for a F.S.R remake bc the one at my store cost almost $200 (why????) Im currently saving up for Fatal Frame 4 and flat out refused to see anything on it(its the only FF that i haven't been able to play, im so excited!!!)

I have Killer is Dead and Killer7, but the camera movements make me a bit sick, it's fine if i take my time tho. Everything else im trying to catch up to! (I watched S.O.T.D get played by the official Grasshopper Blog handlers, i think? They were p cool and handled the bosses WAY better than I can)

Ohh yes, I can do that! It's been ages since I've live-blogged a game LOL. I'm so excited to cry several times throughout the games, Moonlight Syndrome made me weepy a few times. Also yea, TSC/25th Ward are def more rewarding games to play by yourself at your own pace, so you get the chance to digest the story better! Oh yea, that checks out for F.S.R. LOL. I was debating on emulating my experience when I got to that game, but I might hold off due to the remake rumors (please let it get remade that would be so nice). Also YES!! FF4 is my second favorite fatal frame (Fatal Frame 3 being number 1). I emulated the game on Dolphin years ago when it was just fanmade translations. Hopefully, you enjoy it when you get the chance to play it! I get turned around so much playing Killer7 it's not even funny LOL. The only time camera movements ever made me super ill playing a game was during the anti-grav parts of Dead Space 1. Killer is Dead camera I just sorta got used to. At least it does give you the chance to take the games slow :' )! I've not played SOTD yet, but I do want to play it in the future, same with Lollipop Chainsaw (probably when that remaster comes out)!

[arc-ada]

Baby's first liveblog - Save Me! Lollipop ep1

This isn't my frist time watching this series. That would have been back sometime in my early middle school (maybe younger?) years, shortly after discovering the wonder that was the free anime section on Hulu. As such it was one of the frist anime I ever watched.

My actual memory of the show is limited to the point I'm honestly kinda surprised I found it again.

The things I remember are as follows:

1.  Even at the time I would have hesitated to call the series as a whole......good. I probably wouldn’t have called it bad either but... (not that that stopped me from staying up late bingeing it)

2. The characters are very clearly color coded.

3. I found the bad guys oddly compelling (the main aspect I'm curious to see whether or not it holds up)

4. The gist of the plot was that the female lead swallows some magic something and tus needs protection by the mail leads

5. The people who want the magic thing intend to basically rip it out of her killing her in the process

6.The villain's backstory ep made me sad and frightened and I loved it

7. My tiny child self’s introduction the concept of the beach ep. horribly risqué by my standards at the time

8. The ending was kinda disappointing

Also worth noting that I'm watching the dub, because that is how I originally experienced it.

So here goes episode one “The Princes Who Fell from the Sky!” 

I may regret going with the dub. (I'm leaving the captions on to so then I can get dialog in screen caps and type less.)

We open with our main heroine finding herself unable to relate to her friends attraction to a boy. #relatable

She then relates her Ideal guy in a manner that's generic but not as generic as my old go to of “a nice one I guess?” #significantly less relatable

The main attribute she seems to want?

Willingness to die for her.

Somewhat interesting that there's already two of them in her fantasy sequence

Honestly I kinda understand getting the urge to stick the magical-gem-thing in your mouth even without mistaking it for candy (the candy thing is definitely a better reason than that though)

Part of the way through the conversation, after the subject of cake comes up, One of her friends starts quietly repeating the phrase “I love cake” while the other friend keeps talking to Pink (I’m just gonna call her pink). I now headcanon nameless friend #2 as being autistic. I’m glad she’s happy.

The rest of the main cast literally fly down from the sky, accompanied by a bunch of other randos. Our heroine is rightfully alarmed by this, causing her to swallow the gem. The male leads calms her down.

instantly meeting her one real standard.

I'm glad I've reached a point in my life where I don't feel the need to try and force myself to enjoy this particular wish fulfillment fantasy

I have thoughts about this whole theme song but I'm just gonna leave you with the opening line.(if you ignore the chanting the song really opens with, that is)

Our heroes quickly figure out Pink has swallowed “the crystal pearl” as it is apparently called.

Blue proves himself to be the less composed of the two but Red keeps him in check.

Things are all moving pretty fast right now.

useless sidekick I haven't felt the need to mention until now screws things up.

This new guy's voice is the worst yet and that's saying something.

Middle school me is legitimately shocked and scandalized. I feel nothing.

The boys reveal that they’re sorcerers from some non-earth place, despite already having seen them fly and use magic Pink doesn't believe them.

The boys go into more detail explaining that there completing a final exam of sorts by playing a really intense and competitive game of fetch. Whichever team gets the pearl becomes pro-sorcerers

Pink finally believes them and realizes the danger she's in (or at least the inconvenience of her situation.)

Magic HQ say they can make a medicine to get the pearl out

(well isn’t that a fun coincidence) Honestly kudos for these guys for keeping their Wizard aesthetic intact without going so far as to ban usefull things like  cellphones. (looking at you harry potter)

The boys vow to protect Pink just in time for the giant owl to show back up.

Red tries to employ the same escape strategy as before.

Gotta get this all laid out as fast as we possibly can. Definitely not any more interesting ways to convey something like that than to just say it.

The party splits up to get Pink away from  the villains. Half of them fly into the air with the less-useless-than-expected-sidekick

She then proceed to try to wriggle her way out of blue's arms (no really) almost falls to her death and then gets embarrassed when he catches her.

Middle school me and I are a bit more on the same page here, seriously man what the hell. I thought we were supposed to like you.

They plummet for real this time. Pink uses blues face to break her fall. Good on her.

I feel like this show really doesn't trust its audience to follow what's happening at all. It's seems like every thought the characters have needs to be said out loud at least twice.

Purple cuts right to the chase.

I have a certain respect for Purple.

Brown's (? I swear I remember this guy being Green before. I may have misremembered just how color-coded these characters are) laugh sounds like a chipmunk.

Purple begs for sweets, Brown contemplates murder.

I can't decide whether or not I'd find Purple annoying if it weren't for nostalgia. As it is I'm getting the warm fuzzies.

Okay that's adorable.

Cuteness continues.

Brown gets jealous. Declares he won't protect Pink.

Purple establishes why she and brown are the villains. Much to Pink and Middle school me's surprise.

look at her little face

I love her so much

Absolutely brutal.

Brown is inclined to agree.

I guess the sudden turn they take from non-threatening to dark is part of why they stuck out in my mind so much.

If they had shown this scene first I would have thought they were overreacting.

oh my gosh

holy shit

she just

okay so the snakes are browns thing and he has a magic whistle

Okay apparently the flute is a bigger deal than I realized

also

the ugly CG snake seems like a needlessly complicated and drawn out form of murder.

there's multiple flashbacks to early in the episode with dialog I don't remember being there before?

admittedly there's a decent chance I just got caught up writing this and forgot. (I swear I didn’t intentionally get a screenshot where it looks like she’s staring at his ass)

I'm pretty sure this is new.

Pink gathers up her strength and cries for help. This seems to make the boy's magic doodad tracker, which I believe I failed to mention before, go off.

it's shaped like a teddy-bear

The boys Make a dramatic entrance kool-aid man style

Oh? Snap? What an amazing zinger?

Magic fight ensues. Baddies continue to be very open about the plan to brutally kill Pink.

Brown makes clear his plan to hypnotise red and blue while awkwardly talking around his flute.

Pink gets all martyr-y

sidekick assures Pink Red and Blue can't lose because “there fighting for something Important”

We get some backstory about red and blue having been protected by someone themselves once. Other than the fact this guy uses he and is older than blue which don't know who but they make sound like stand up dude.

This does go a way to make blue seem a bit more likable so I guess it serves it's purpose pretty well.

Honestly the whole protection spiel here is fairly sweet even if it's super cheesy. I think the explicit mention of familial love makes it a lot more palatable than the plain “boy knights protect girl princess because that's how it works” thing they've had going on up until this point.

Doesn’t really relate to the situation at hand all that well though. Trying to make us feel the same way about pink and these boys she just met rings pretty hollow. and trying to have that same dynamic in what is clearly intended to be a blossoming romantic relationship is still pretty uncomfortable. It’s really one sided. I'll be interested to see how they handle that and if Pink gets a chances to come into her own any.

The Boys get what looks like a magical-girl transformation sequence but they don't change clothes.

Blue blasts off the baddies à la team-rocket

I love her

The team reaffirms that everything's cool between them and their devoted to their mission. Pink swoons some more.

until hijinks ensue again

And so we reach the end of the episode and I am left with the start of a beautiful collection

[fujiihime]

Joseph Quinn's Other Characters Fics (Series/One-Shots) - I

I made a list of currently reading and recommended fics for Joseph Quinn's other characters here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

Pick Your Poison | 2 | 3 by @punk-in-docs

Keep Watch Over The Door Of My Lips 

And The Stars Sighed In Unison

Lay No Claim | 2 by @the-suburban-blues

It Has Always Been You by @dingusfreakhxrrington

With Me Now by @the-suburban-blues

Our Duty & Birth Of 1st Child by @emmywrites-blog

Deserve Love Series | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @boohoo-clo

Thank You by @m7nson

Out Of The Dark by @creme-bruhlee

My Darling by @helpwhatsthis

Childish by @badmirvcle​ 

Eye for An Eye by @rocknrollbabe14​

Ralph (TimeWasters)

At Last | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @luv4fandoms

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Please & Darling by @no-mercy-bby

Wizard by @creme-bruhlee

To Be Loved by @stevies-corner

A Special Present For A Special Boy by @littlelioncub43

Who's A Good Boy? | 2 @mypoisonedvine​

Baby Boy by @historygeekfics

Show Me

Untitled by @thefreak-thebanished

A Life Well Loved by @eddiemunsonthebanished 

Words Of Advice | 2 by @ladyfogg

My Sweet Boy by @forays-into-fiction​ 

A Rivalry For The Ages by @ladybug0095​ 

The Dance by @stinkysam​ 

Tell the World by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x​

Busy Streets And Busy Lives @thefreak-thebanished​

Kinktober: Day13 - Face Sitting by @xcatnapsx​

My Way Of Life by @ @sadboyeddie​

Tom Grant (Make Up)

You Got Me by @mypoisonedvine

WindSwept by @ladyfogg

Lemons Lollipops and Salt | 2(WIP) by @cherrielip

Adore You by @inklore

5 Minutes In Heaven

A Couple Hours by @luvsouya

Little Thief by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Thunder by @loves0phelia

Maybe It's A Good Thing? | 2 by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Prompts | 2 | 3 by @ladylannisterxo

Welcome Home by @mypoisonedvine

Untitled by @ginger-mews

New Girl | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @xcatnapsx

I'm Home by @bluesfortheredj

Cheer Up by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Untitled | Prompt by @joemazzmatazz

I'm Not Her by @munsonxmayhem

Smashed by @joekeeryswife​ 

Rebound | 2 | 3 by @munsonxmayhem​ 

Another Sad Love Song by @rocknrollbabe14​  

Kisses from Cupid by @hawkinsbanishedhero​

His Past And His Future by @munsonxmayhem​ 

New Angel by @fxckadoodledoomunson​ 

Mr. And Mrs. Grant by @munsonxmayhem​

Tom Grant Series by @wheels-of-despair​ ​

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

A Friend Of A Friend by @the-suburban-blues

All I'd Ever Need @the-suburban-blues

As Stubborn As A Mule by @writing-fanics

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Arrangement | 2 | 3 (x M!Reader) by @ladyfogg

One Of Those Nights (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Untitled (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Letters (x M!Reader) by @axailslink

Million Dollar Man (x F!Reader) by @lvlycheri

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (x M!Reader) by @lvlycheri

It's Okay (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Please Don't Go (x M!Reader)

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood​ 

Maybe Someday (x M!Reader) by @casettewrecked​ 

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @razzledazzlestuff​ 

Can The Past Save The Future (x M!Reader) by @stardancerluv​

Koner (Game of Thrones)

Only You | 2 | 3 by @creme-bruhlee

Night Watch by @historygeekfics

A Not-So-Knight and His Spellcaster | 2(WIP) by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Winter Nights | 2 by @ercklln

A Winter's Tale by @lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer 

Dark Koner (Untitled) by @mypoisonedvine​

Note: I hope a lot more writers will write stories for these characters and I'm sure we're all excited to read more stories about it.

[ms-starflower]

Young Survivors — Part 6 — Maribat

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Guys, guys, guys. This is it. This is what I've been waiting for since almost the very beginning of this story. Jason and Marinette have a conversation, with each other!

Ngl, I was lost on what to do with myself after I finished this chapter… But! I’m back on track, no worries!

Big shout out to @emistar0 for giving me this fantastic idea for the reunion! You’re fantastic, it has lived rent free in my head since our conversation, and I really, really hope I did it justice!

And the greatest of thank you to @buterflies-and-ladybugs (AO3) for beta-reading this chapter and saving it from unwanted French words and weird phrasing!! I’m very, very grateful!

Credit to @1rosebyanyothername (AO3) for Jason’s Raawr joke, I’m so glad I could insert it in the story!

Also, man, there is more feels in this than I had originally anticipated. And it continues in the next chapter soooo…..

Be ready, people.

Taglist:

@frieddonutsweets @imarivers8 @queenz-z @emistar0 @jayjayspixiepop @waffleyunsure @bigpicklebananatree @kking13 @redbullgivescaswings @ritacrow-blog @marvel--unsolved @redgemsposts @alexizlazy @toodaloo-kangaroo @gajer-1226 @adrestar @noisydeputyturkeybear @unoriginalmess @achaoticmess1

A dreary room appeared on the screen as the video started. An attempt at making it kid-friendly could be seen, but it was obviously a room from a police station, or some other kind of government-funded institution.

A little girl of Asian descent was sitting on a chair facing the camera. Almost out of frame, and a little underneath the camera, a man and a woman could be seen sitting, facing her.

“Come on, kid,” the man started with a soft voice, in heavily accented English, before leaning slightly forward. “Can you tell us your name, at least?”

The little girl didn’t react, beside a narrowing of her eyes.

“Alright kid, what about that? If you tell us your name,” he continued, one of his hands searching for something in his jacket. He took out a lollipop and presented it to her. “I will give you this—”

The girl cut him off with a scream. She screeched loudly, eyes closed shut and voice full of terror, quickly putting as much space between her and the lollipop as humanly possible. The man stood up, panic obvious in his movements.

The woman rushed to the kid, trying to calm her down and failing. The man made a move to follow her, only to bump into the table in his way. The kid, Marinette — Mei, opened her eyes at the sound, and screeched even louder when she saw the man trying to get closer to her.

“Okay, Mark, get out,” the woman said in French, turning toward her colleague.

“Quoi?” The newly identified Mark asked, freezing in place.

“You are stressing her out! We are not going to get anywhere if you stay here!” She hissed, turning to glare at him. “Get out!”

Mark’s shoulder slumped, but he turned around and got out of the room. The woman didn’t say anything until they heard the sound of the door closing.

“Alright honey,” she said in English, her French accent almost unnoticeable. “I got him out, he is not here anymore. See?”

Marinette nodded shakily, eyes staring unblinkingly in the door’s direction.

“My name is Laure,” the woman said slowly, still trying to get a name out of the girl, sitting down more comfortably on the floor. When she saw she wouldn't get an answer, she continued. “Can you tell me what about Mark scared you?”

Marinette turned her stare toward Laure for a moment, and when they were starting to think she was not going to answer when she opened her mouth.

“It’s not good when strangers give you candy,” she said softly, her tone making clear that she thought Laure wasn’t very bright, if she needed an explanation. “Because if they do, then they take you out of your home.”

“Gotham, right?” Laure asked, and Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise. “It was in the files we found with you. They knew where you came from, but not your name.”

“They didn’t ask for a name,” Marinette said flatly.

“Can you tell me your name?” Laure tried again, a little smile on her face.

“No,” Marinette stated, causing Laure’s smile to turn a little strained.

“Ah, okay,” Laure said slowly, obviously at a loss of what to say. “What can you tell me about the people who took you?”

“They had candy,” she responded without hesitation. “When can I go back home?”

“Well, it will depend on when we find you a home,” Laure said with a smile. “The child psych–”

“Just put me in one of Gotham’s children’s halls,” Marinette said with narrowed eyes. “Which one doesn’t really matter.”

“Sweetie,” Laure said with a grimace. “You’re not going back to Gotham.”

“What?!” Marinette exclaimed loudly, getting up from her position on the floor. “You can’t keep me from Gotham!”

“Sweetie–”

“Don’t ‘sweetie’ me!” Marinette cut in with a shrill voice. “I have to go back to Gotham! Annie is in Gotham!”

“Who is Annie?”

“Family,” Marinette hissed, trying to walk around Laure to run out of the room.

“Then tell us your name!” Laure exclaimed, grabbing Marinette around the waist. “We can find your family with your name, then we will send you back to them.”

Marinette stayed silent, glaring down at the floor.

“We — I can’t help you if you don’t give us your name, honey,” Laure tried again with a tired sigh. “Help me find Ann—”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What are you watching?” Bruce's voice cut in from behind them, and Duke saw Barbara push the spacebar to put the video on pause.

The three of them turned around to stare at him intensely, and Bruce’s head jerked back in surprise at what he saw on their faces.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s file on the Batcomputer,” Duke told him, wanting to see his reaction. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t for Bruce to shake his head in amusement.

“Tim already asked for your help? He gave up earlier than I thought,” he said with a chuckle.

“What does Tim have to do with anything?” Duke asked, confusion clear on his face and voice. He really didn’t know how Bruce came to this conclusion.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked with a frown. “If not because of Tim, why are you looking at Miss Dupain-Cheng’s file?”

“Why is Tim looking into her?” Barbara asked, instead of answering, turning her wheelchair completely around to face Bruce.

“Don’t change the subject,” he told her with a frown. “What are you not telling me?”

“Why do you have a file on Dupain-Cheng in the Batcomputer?”

“Barbara, what are you not telling me?” He asked in his I’m-not-joking-around tone. She stared at him for a moment, before rolling her eyes with a sigh.

“Do you know her name? The one she had before being found in Paris?” She asked him slowly, and all three of them studied Bruce’s face carefully.

“No,” he said with a frown, his eyes moving to the paused video on the screen. “Mrs Perreault tried to get it out of her for another twenty minute in this video, but she barely even said another word. And if she told her family or friends after that, there is no mention of it anywhere. Why?”

“We do,” Barbara said slowly, her fingers tapping a rhythm on the arm of her wheelchair. “She was in the Riddler’s attack at the school, and it came up in the conversation between her, Dad, and Duke.”

“Alright,” he said, and Duke could tell that he was apprehending their next words. Bruce looked at him before continuing. “And what is it?”

“It’s…” Duke started, shooting a look at Barbara, who only looked encouragingly at him. The traitor just didn’t want to be the one to tell Bruce. He took a deep breath, before looking back at Bruce. “She said it’s Mei Leyton.”

Every muscle in Bruce's body visibly froze at this, all emotions were wiped out of his face, and he stared at Duke intensely. He then turned toward Barbara, silently asking her to confirm.

“It looks like it checks out. We don’t have pictures of Mei after her seven’s birthday, and she changed a lot between then and when the French police found her but,” Barbara started, turning her wheelchair back toward the monitor and bringing things up on the screen as she talked. “I put it in facial reconnaissance software and it’s a match.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Mei Leyton,” Bruce stated more than asked with a quiet voice. He walked forward until he was standing just beside Barbara, looking at the screen with so much intensity, Duke was afraid it would catch fire. “The same Mei Leyton I’ve been looking for, for eight years now.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were still looking?” Barbara asked with a tone of reproach, and Duke could say that she was pissed. “You told me that she was most probably dead, that I should stop looking. You forced me to stop looking, and then you go and look for her?”

“You were using the search for Mei as a way to cope with Jason’s death,” Bruce told her, not unkindly. “It wasn’t good for you, I couldn’t let you continue.”

“But it was good for you?” She shot back with a glare. “Don’t tell me looking for her wasn’t a coping mechanism for you, too!”

“It was different.”

“It was not!”

“Barbara,” Bruce said with a sigh, before seemingly deciding to let the subject drop. “Did you tell Jason?”

“Not yet,” Duke said when Barbara stayed silent, only continuing to glare at Bruce. “We found her file on the Batcomputer, as Marinette, and we wanted to know why you had it before talking with Jason.”

“It didn’t have anything to do with Mei’s search,” Bruce said, instantly understanding what Duke wasn't saying. “I wouldn’t have kept it from Jason if it had.”

“We just needed to be—”

“Then what is it?” Barbara cut him off, still staring at Bruce. “Why do you have a file on her?”

“For another reason,” he just said.

“We want to know this reason, Father,” Damian intervened for the first time, and Duke had almost forgotten he was even there, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Bruce.

“This is not something that I’m at liberty to discuss with any of you,” he replied, with his you-won’t-make-me-change-my-mind tone.

“No,” Barbara breathed out, and Duke looked at her to see her jerk back in surprise, eyes wide.

“Barbara,” Bruce said with a warning tone.

“I’m right, aren’t I? She is… You can’t keep that from Jason, Bruce,” she told him, with the same voice she used on Dick to make him stop using so much puns on patrol.

The tone she uses when she already knows the battle is lost.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss this with anyone, Barbara,” Bruce said again, more forcefully, and Duke knew the subject was closed. And that Damian and him wouldn’t be privy of the information Barbara obviously deduced. “You should call Jason, the earlier we tell him, the better.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Why is she splitting up with her class?”

“How should I know? You’re the one with a crush, Timbo, work it out.”

“It’s not a crush—”

“No names in the field, Hood.”

“You sounded just like B, Nightwing.”

“Har, har. Hilarious. Also, totally a crush, Red.”

“It’s not! She made B react! And she acted weird at lunch—”

“You took her out already? Wow, you’re working faster than you were with Ladybug, congrats Red!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that. She knew you were there, at lunch, or were you just spying on her?”

“Oh my god, can you both shut up! B all but confirmed there was something going on with her, I just want to know what!”

“So you’re gonna follow her?”

“Yes! Nightwing, can you take over the class for me, please?”

“...Fine. But don’t be creepy with her, Red, okay?”

“Seriously?!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking through Gotham’s bleary streets as an adult was so different from living in them as a kid; Marinette couldn’t help but be amazed. And maybe it was weird, but it really was an amazing experience. She did tell Alya that Gotham had changed a lot in ten years, but she hadn’t really realized how much until now.

She honestly hadn’t thought her teachers would still let her go on her own, what with the Riddler’s attack, but they didn’t even protest a little. Apparently, the paperworks and waivers she and her parents signed that allowed her to roam free after school hours, were more than enough for them.

Now, she just needed to lose her tail.

She didn’t know why one of Gotham’s vigilantes — she couldn’t see them well enough to identify which one — was following her, but it was probably because of how she took care of the Riddler situation. And, honestly, she would have let them tail her, she could understand why they would be wary of her in their city, but not today. Not for what she wanted to do.

And maybe shaking a tail from one of the Batclan wasn’t a smart move to make them forget her, but…

She didn’t need, or want, spectators for when she was going to visit the closest thing her mother had to a grave.

So she worked her magic.

She walked straight into a dense group of passerby walking in the other direction, and started walking with them. She took off Ashley’s jacket, putting it in her bag, before untying her hair, taking out the cap and sunglasses she had in her bag and putting them on.

When her group merged slightly with a group going into the opposite direction, the one she was taking originally, she slipped in with them, losing the cap then. She changed groups again, putting Ashley’s jacket on backward and losing the glasses.

She did it a couple of times more, before she was totally sure she did shake them off. It was a detour, making her route longer than anticipated but, on the bright side, she was now in front of a cute little flower shop. Hopefully, they would have some Iris, they always were her mother’s favourites.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I lost her.”

“What?!”

“What do you mean, you lost her?!”

“I mean that I lost her tail! I’m not speaking Spanish Hood!”

“I speak Spanish, I would have unders—”

“That’s not the point and you—”

“Cut it out, guys. Can we go back to the fact that Red Robin just lost a target?”

“Yeah, Red, aren’t you like, the best stalker in this city? How the hell did a high schooler spot and escape you?!”

“I don’t know if she knew I–”

“She lost you, Timbo, of fucking course she knew you were following her.”

“Hood, no na—”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist. Where was she when you lost her, raawr?”

“...”

“...”

“What was that sound at the end, Hood?”

“What? Raawr?”

“Yeah, that. Are you having a stroke?”

“Har har. No, but Nightwing is insisting on codenames only.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It’s his codename.”

“No it’s not. I’m pretty sure I would know if my codename was… Raawwrr.”

“No, not raawwrr, Raawr.”

“That was the exact same sound…”

“No it was not. The first is the sound you make when you’re having a stroke. The second is how you pronounce the double R.”

“Are you serious right now? Seriously? Can’t you just call me Red? Or Red Robin?”

“No, I’m not like other girls, Raawr.”

“What the hell, Ja—”

“Tututut, Nightwing said no name on the field Raawr.”

“And I’m now begging you to stop this torture, Hood.”

“You brought this upon yourself, Nightie.”

“No. Hood don’t—”

“Anyway! Raawr, her location?”

“...”

“Just tell him, Red. He will not stop, no matter what we say.”

“You betcha I won't.”

“...Fuck you. She was a little past the 4th, going south, I think. Why do you even want to know?”

“And she went there by passing through Main or Schnapp Avenue?”

“Schnapp Avenue.”

“And you said she was originally from Gotham?”

“Yeah… She said she was adopted at ten, but her Mom died at seven. She didn’t mention anything in between.”

“...What was she wearing today?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?”

“I think I know where she is going, I just want to be sure.”

“And her clothes would help…how?”

“Just answer his question Ra–Red.”

“Ugh, alright. She was wearing a dress, blue and white, with black embroidery, some sort of flower I couldn’t really see, because she had a Gotham Academy’s jacket. I don’t think the jacket was hers, obviously.”

“I think it was a camellia. I know where she is going.”

“How?!”

“...”

“Hood, how do you know where she is going just through Red’s description of her clothes? For that matter, how do you know what flower— Oh.”

“Yeah, she is going to visit the Fallen’s Memorial, on Camellia Street.”

“What memorial?”

“Do you know how long the morgue keeps bodies, after the case is classed, Raawr?”

“A year in Gotham. Too much murder, not enough places in the morgue.”

“And do you know what they do if nobody reclame the body? If, say, they don’t have family left, or their family doesn't have the money to bury them?”

“They… Yeah, they incinerate them…”

“Yeah, and the people in Camellia are the most touched by that. Do you know how many workers are killed there every year? Too much. And do you know how many bodies end up buried every year?”

“...”

“One, maybe two. And only if they had a rich and generous regular… Not something that happens a whole lot. So they put up a memorial, it’s the closest those people have to a grave.”

“And you think she is going there?”

“Going by the directions Raawr gave me? It’s the most likely option.”

“Yeah, he could be right. And… The flower did look like a camellia, from what I could see.”

“I’m not far from there, I will try to pick up the trail again, see if she notices me as fast as she noticed Raawr.”

“She didn’t—”

“Sorry! I can’t hear you! I’m going dark, bye Raawr! Bye Nightie!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey Mom,” she started slowly, putting down the flowers, a couple of beautiful white Irises, in between all the other ones.

The Memorial wasn’t much, only names painted on a wall, but it was all they could afford to remember all the people who couldn’t be buried.

It took her a minute to retrieve her mother's names, taking the time to pass a hand on all the names that were added since the last time she was here. Jason had made it a point to take her here every couple of weeks, and even more regularly at the beginning.

She had missed coming here.

“I sincerely hope you and Jason are well, Mom. Although, you better be taking care of each other, alright?!” She told the wall, a sad smile on her lips.

She had talked to her mother while away from home, of course, in the dead of the night, or when she was in the middle of a crisis. But being here… It made her feel so much closer to her mother.

“You probably already know, but my life has been a mess for a while,” she said softly. “But it’s finally getting better! And I’m gonna be home, permanently, soon. I got admitted to Gotham U, for a double major in design and business.”

She put her hands in the pocket of her dress — one of the wonders of making her own clothes — and started to sway slightly on her feet.

“I met two of Jason’s brothers in the last two days. I don’t know if they knew him or not, I just…” She sighed, shoulders slumping a little. “I don’t know where he is buried. I know it’s not important to be there to talk to him but… I already let him down in life, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I never get to see him. If I don’t ask him to forgive me face to face. But I didn’t have the strength to ask them for the location. I’m not even sure they would have given it anyway but…

“Tell him I’m sorry, Mom. Please, tell him I tried to come back. Tell him I didn’t want—” She cut herself when she heard steps behind her, turning her head slightly to see what was happening.

She thought it would be another mourner, or maybe the vigilante picking up her trail again, but the smug smile on the man's face was not something a mourner would wear here. And he definitely wasn’t a Bat.

“Well, what a cutie like you is doing out there,” he said slowly, his words a bit slurred.

“Don’t you know where we are?” She asked, eyes narrowed. If she had known how much this trip would grate on her nerves, she would probably have made that deal with Lila, back at the library. “Don’t you have any respect?”

“What? Are you here to pay your respect, maybe?” He said with a small mocking laugh. “With how dolled up you’re? I don't think so.”

“How dare you—”

“Come on, babe, just give me a price,” he continued over her, as if she didn’t even open her mouth.

“I wouldn’t take you as a client even if you were to pay me with Bruce Wayne’s fortune,” Marinette snapped at him, letting go of her bag and taking a menacing step toward him.

But, of course, he didn’t take her seriously.

“Then I’ll just take what I want,” he said, stretching out an arm to grab her, and his smile turned vicious.

She grabbed his forearm before he could, turning him around with it and pushing him. She locked it in his back, pushing the pig’s face first in the wall opposite the Memorial, not without taking notice of the sound of someone landing behind her. When whoever landed there didn’t make a move, she put them on the back burner and focused back on the pig.

“Listen, you asshole,” she hissed in his ear, locking his arm higher. “I’m having a very bad week, and it started only two days ago, and now you’re trying to be the biggest salopard ever, when I’m at my Mom’s grave for the first time in years? You are lucky your nose is the only thing that I’m going to break tonight, shithead.”

He opened his mouth, probably to spew more bullshit, and Marinette grabbed his hair with her free hand, and made good on her promise. It had the fortunate side effect of getting him unconscious. Which was a plus in her book.

Satisfied, she turned around, only to find herself face to helmet with Red Hood.

“Oh. You are Red Hood,” she said dumbly, blinking up at him.

“That I am,” he replied, and despite the voice changer, Marinette could hear amusement in his tone. He looked down at the pig’s unconscious body.

“I’m not usually that violent,” she felt obligated to mention, tone a bit bashful.

“Hell, don’t feel bad about it, he had it coming,” Red Hood told her, his head slightly tilted, like he was studying her.

“Well… It was fun meeting you, I will let you take care of him,” Marinette said, pointing a thumb toward the pig. “I’m a big fan of your work, by the way.”

“Of my work?” He asked, tone incredulous, head jerking back in surprise. “You mean, Batman—”

“No. Well, yes, but at the moment I was talking about yours,” she said, walking back toward her mother’s name. “He did a lot for Gotham, but you, you changed things in Crime Alley more than he ever did.”

He stayed silent for a moment, and she could tell he was staring at her intensely. She ignored him, passing a hand over her Mom’s name.

“Bye Mom,” she said softly. She ignored Red Hood’s sharp inhale of breath behind her, used to this reaction when people learned about her mother. “I will come back before I leave, I promise.”

She turned around to grab her bag and leave, only to find Red Hood way closer than he had been a second ago. He was staring at her, there was no way he was not, fist closed tight by his sides. She couldn’t see them, not with his gloves, but she was sure his knuckles were white. She didn’t have the time to be surprised, because he said something she wasn’t expecting to hear.

“Sandy?” His voice was low, his tone broken, and the word was mostly choked out, but she knew what she heard. She tensed up, her features twisting with anger.

She was at the end of her rope, everything since the start of this trip kept piling up, but that? That was just too much.

“Where did you hear that name?! How do you know anything about that name?!”

She took a menacing step, even if she didn’t expect him to feel threatened by her, ready to keep questioning him nonetheless. But…

He took a step back, putting his right hand in front of him, the thumb of his left hand cracking his middle finger, and let out a nervous chuckle. And she… She paused.

Because it was impossible. Unbelievable. But…

“What name? I didn’t say any names, did I? I was just,” He said nervously, still laughing awkwardly.

It was right there. In front of her. Hitting her in the face like a brick. After all, she had seen weirder before, hadn’t she?

“Asking when you leave! Sunday! I said Sunday!” He added, almost crowning in victory.

And how many times did she see this reaction before? The position, the crack of his finger, the name. It was him. It could only be him. (She would break if she was wrong, she knew she would but… She couldn’t be wrong.)

“Because you probably leave on Sunday don’t y—”

“Annie,” she choked out, barely a whisper, but it shut him off. And that was the only confirmation she needed. Tears started flowing down her cheeks, the dam she put on years ago breaking off. She whimpered again, painfully this time, her breath staying stuck in her throat. Choking on her own words, she forgot how to breathe. “Annie.”

He stayed silent for a moment too long, and Marinette broke harder than if she had been wrong. He was here. He was alive, somehow, but… He hated her. And she knew why; she left him after all. He was right to hate her, he had all the reasons to.

And there were not a lot of things she could tell him to make him forgive her.

But she could try.

“I—” She started, only to be cut off by her own sobbing. She extended her right hand toward him, only to stop herself, bracing it against her chest with her left hand. She didn’t have the right to touch him, not when he so obviously hated her for what she did. “I’m so sorry. I know you hate me, I know— You probably think I choose to leave, but I swear, I didn’t— I tried to come back to you, I really did but they wouldn’t—

“And I know that doesn’t change anything about what I did. I know I still left you, and you probably can’t forgive me for that but— I know I have no right to ask you that, but please, just listen to me. Let me explain why—”

The pig she had beaten unconscious made a sound, reminding her of where they were, and what Jason was wearing. Because of course her brother would come back from the dead and become a vigilante with a side of crime lord.

“I can’t force you to listen to me,” she said, forcing herself into Ladybug mode — again, she hadn’t done it two time in a day since Hawkmoth. “But if you can give me a chance to explain myself, please, come find me. I’m staying at the Belle Monico, room 317.”

She turned toward the pig, but he was still out of it.

���Please, Jason,” she added quietly, and he jerked in surprise. She only called him Jason when she was feeling down.

Then, like the courageous woman and superhero she was, she turned around and fled the place.

She couldn’t stay to hear him say no. Hear him say that what she did was unforgivable, that no matter what she would say, nothing could convince him to forgive her.

That he hated her more than he had ever hated his father.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was frozen. Locked in place, his muscles refusing to listen to him. She was here. In front of him. She was not lost to him anymore. She wasn’t dead. She was talking to him, alive, breathing, healthy, crying. He could understand why, though. He was crying too. She was alive. His little sister was alive.

“I can’t force you to listen to me but, if you can give me a chance to explain myself, please, come find me. I’m staying at the Belle Monico, room 317,” she said, looking back toward the asshole — who had just tried to hurt his little sister. “Please, Jason.”

He jerked back, because what? She wasn’t supposed to be sad. They just found each other again, it was a happy occasion! Then, the words she had been saying to him finally registered. Explain herself? Forgive her? She wasn’t responsible!

He knew she didn’t leave him on purpose, that something else, something out of her control, happened to her. He never believed otherwise, not even for a second. How could she doubt that?

By the time he understood what was happening, she was already turning the corner. He was about to follow her, even if having Red Hood run behind her would be far from convenient. He didn’t really care at the moment.

But, before he even got one foot off the floor, he was cut off by Red Robin barging in with his bike.

“Turn on your comm Hood, that’s urgent!”

He closed his eyes, sighing. The timing was shitty, but the interruption made him rethink his project to corner Mei in his Red Hood get up.

“Take care of that asshole, Red Robin.”

Tim looked taken aback, by the sharp tone or the complet codename, Jason didn’t know, and didn’t care. He turned around, making his way back toward his bike. He really didn’t care what Bruce wanted him to do in tonight’s patrol, he had better things to do.

Still, to let him know he would have to turn on his earpiece.

He sighed, but reluctantly did it. Already opening his mouth to talk, but cut off by Oracle’s voice.

“—tter pick up, Hood. Seriously, what sort of idiot goes dark at the start of patrol?! If he is not on in two seconds, I will virtually end—”

“Calm down a notch, Oracle, would ya? I was busy,” he cut her off, not wanting to know what she would have done to him. She could be vicious.

“Hood! Great! Come back to the Batcave,” she told him, going directly to business. Fuck, that meant that, whatever it was, it was serious. “We got knew informations about Dupain-Cheng and—”

“You mean; that she is Mei?” Jason said, cutting her off again — not something he would have done, if he wasn’t a total wreck at the moment. He heard a couple of gasps, letting him know that this information had already been shared in the family. “Yeah, guess what. You're late to the party.”

“Jason, you need to come to the Cave,” Oracle said, and that actually made him pause. Barbara was almost as uptight as Bruce when it concerned codenames. That she would call him Jason in the suit…

Then he remembered why he had been tailling Mei in the first place. Bruce. What had he known, exactly?

“I’ll be there in twelve minutes,” he told her, voice dark.

“From your position it would be twenty,” she replied, and he knew she was frowning.

“Twelve minutes, Oracle,” he repeated, before turning his earpiece off. Despite knowing that it would definitely piss her off.

If Bruce had known that Marinette was Mei…

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took him eleven minutes to reach the Cave, and Barbara was impressed despite herself. She would never tell him, of course, or he would never shut up about it. Once he calmed down, at least.

“Jason, it’s not as serious as it seems,” she started, rolling her wheelchair to cut off his path. “He didn’t know.”

“He knows something,” Jason said, taking off his helmet and setting it on the seat of his bike. And Barbara very carefully didn’t stare at the tear track on his cheeks. Ignoring her, he walked around her and straight to Bruce. “You know something, and I want to know what.”

“Jason,” Bruce started, trying to stall him, but Jason didn’t let him have any words in.

“No. You know something, and it concerns Mei, I want to know what. Even if you thought her name was different, she is still my little sister.”

“I can’t share this information, Jason,” Bruce said tiredly, pressing on his eyes with his hand.

“Why not? She is my little sister—”

“You keep saying that,” Damian broke in, a confused frown on his face as he stared at the Batcomputer. “Yet, she didn’t ask for you.”

“What?” Jason choked off, eyes wide with surprise. And Barbara could see the disbelief there, too. He thought there was no way she didn’t ask for him.

“Here,” Damian said, putting the interview’s video on the screen.

~~~~

“You can’t keep me from Gotham!”

“Sweetie–”

“Don’t ‘sweetie’ me! I have to go back to Gotham! Annie is in Gotham!”

“Who is Annie?”

“Family.”

“Then tell us your name! We can find your family with your name, then we wi—”

~~~~

“Beside asking for this Annie from time to time, she didn’t say anything else for the next twenty minutes,” Damian continued, looking sincerely confused, while Jason was staring at the screen, in a daze. “She never asked for you.”

“She did,” Jason said softly, making them all look at him in surprise. He laughed softly, and Barbara couldn’t help but stare at him in amazement. She hasn't heard him laugh like that since… It’s been a long time. “I’m Annie.”

“What?” Damian looked only more confused, and she couldn’t even blame the poor kid, she wasn’t sure to follow Jason either.

Nobody acknowledged Dick and Tim’s arrival, who had probably been listening to everything through the comms anyway, waiting for Jason to continue.

“She called me Annie, growing up,” he said with a soft, amused smile, obviously thinking about this period of his life. “And I would call her Sandy.”

“Annie and Sandy? Seriously?” Tim exclaimed, just as he finished taking off his mask. He winced when everyone beside Jason turned to glare at him. He mouthed ‘what?’ at them, pouting, but Barbara could see that he already regretted his interruption.

“Yeah,” Jason said, thankfully not taking the remark badly. “Though, believe it or not, she called me that because she thought there was no way it would happen to any of us.”

“And Sandy?” Dick asked, seeing as Jason was in a surprisingly chatty mood.

“She did follow me around like a puppy,” Jason said with a smile and a shrug.

“How does that explain anything?” Damian said, making Barbara sharply remember how he was raised.

“It’s an old movie,” she told him simply, with a smile, not wanting him to think that she pitied him, or thought that he was an idiot for not knowing. “It’s really old, so I’m surprised Tim even saw it—”

“I saw the remake,” Tim cut off with half his mouth up in an insolent smile. Barbara only rolled her eyes.

“And it’s about an orphan girl, Annie, and her dog, Sandy,” she continued, as if Tim hadn't said anything. “Who is adopted by a rich man. Well, the girl is adopted, the dog really just follows along.”

“And she called you Annie because she thought it would never happen,” he said, turning toward Jason with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a little more complicated but, essentially, yes,” he told him with a roll of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by a phone ringing loudly in the Cave.

Everyone turned slowly toward the sound, staring at Bruce. The man closed his eyes with a sigh, probably cursing his phone for putting him back in the spotlight, before taking out the offending object.

“It’s Gordon,” he said slowly, and he left nothing show on his voice or face, but Barbara knew he was feeling apprehensive.

“Then you better answer quickly, Master Bruce,” Alfred said, making everyone jump up in surprise. She shared a wide eyed look with Duke and Dick, but neither seemed to know when Alfred joined them, either.

“I—” Bruce said, trying very hard, and failing, to not let his own surprise show on his face. He sighed, and answered the phone. Looking up to see them all stare at him, he rolled his eyes and put the phone on speaker. “Hello Commissioner Gordon, how can I help you?”

“She is alive,” her dad said, not bothering with small talk. “You probably already know that, of course. I didn’t have a damn minute before now to call you.”

“I’m not sure to follow, Commissioner, I’m sorry,” Bruce said, and Barbara rolled her eyes. Her father was a good cop and he, at the very least, knew that Bruce worked closely with Batman.

“Batman knew you were looking for her too, Wayne, don’t take me for an idiot. There is now way Signal’s discovery didn’t reach your ears yet,” he told him, his tone sharp. “Mei Leyton is fucking alive. We’ve been looking for her for eight years, Wayne, and I found her by accident. Can you believe that?”

“It also took me by surprise,” Bruce said, looking at his phone and skillfully ignoring the surprised stare Jason was giving him. “I’m glad we finally have our answers.”

“Yeah,” her dad said softly, and Barbara winced at the words she knew would follow. “I’m sorry the kid is not here to see it, Wayne.”

“Me too, Commissioner, me too,” Bruce said after a short pause, eyes closed.

“I have to go now, Wayne, but, please, don’t crowd the kid,” her dad said after a minute of silence, he paused again, before adding softly. “I think she would appreciate it, if you took her to his grave.”

“I will be careful with her, Gordon,” Bruce said with a voice softer than she would expect from him. Then, he looked up, looking at Jason for the first time since the start of this conversation. “And I will let her know that she could visit Jason whenever she wants to.”

The conversation was wrapped up with a couple of goodbyes, Bruce not moving his eyes from Jason the entire time. They all stayed silent for a moment after Bruce hung up, at a loss of what to say.

“You looked for her,” Jason stated more than asked. “All this time, even after I died, you looked for Mei.”

“Of course I did,” Bruce said tiredly, sadly, sitting down on a chair, shoulder slumping slightly. It was the most emotion she had seen in him in a long while. Maybe even back before Dick left for Blüdhaven. “She was the only family you had left, I owed it to you to make sure she was safe.”

“Thank you,” Jason said softly, turning back to look at the screen.

Everyone stayed silent for a moment, letting all those emotions settle, before Jason suddenly coughed nervously.

“Ah, I should probably let you know that Mei recognized me as Red Hood,” he said bashfully, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“What?!” Everyone, beside Alfred, exclaimed with different levels of shock and loudness.

[magsinthe]

a thank you —

i start university in a week and i wanted to be a sappy fuck on live and thank some of the people who changed and shaped me, and who’ve watched me and helped me grow up over the past 4 years.

—

@craftlands + @getallemeralds : leo and solar !! i was always the eldest sibling and never really had older siblings until i met you two. you guys have gotten me through personally the hardest year of my life. you’re advice has saved my ass, and honestly, i’m still trying to find a way to repay you. you two have acted as cool older friends and even cooler older brothers, hell, i wouldn’t have been so into minecraft again if it wasn’t for you two. and you two wouldn’t have made us so comfortable being a system as we are now. thank you, for everything.

@5000romans : legion my bewegion! my beloved coauthor slash co-au-creator slash best friend. from every call we held for unnatural hours on end, to getting to finally meet you and give you a hug (im paying you back for my coffee), you are the reason i kept on with a lot, and hell, one of the reasons i stuck with going to college. thank you, for being an older sibling to me and a person to learn from since day one.

@xxenobiology , @rubyroboticalt and @lollipopped-buttons : MY PRECIOUS MONSTER PLAYERS! you three have always been a joy to talk to, every time we played MOTW, or everytime ditto got out of hand. you three have been a joy to talk to, joy to be around and everything under the sun. and meeting ruby in real life made me even more happy.

@seventrialss and @vertigosys : GUNHAUS AND VERTIGO! my older siblings through and through, you’ve watch us grow up, even if we dipped out of contact time and time again, the tides always pushed us back together. thank you for being the cool older siblings i needed when i needed them. you guys saw me through my worse year and still remained a tried and true pair of friends no matter what.

to ALL of 77-2: i don’t not love you i just have no blog </3, but those who watched me grow, shaped me to be a cool, yet cringe nae-nae baby, thank you so much. here’s to another 3 years of us. and don’t worry, i’ll be back. promise :).

love,

honey aka scorps

[pistachoz]

Hi! can I have a The Man Who Fell to Earth Headcannon , and your just best friends with him and you teach him about birthdays?

Btw I love your blogs aesthetic!!!

A/N: aaaah sorry for taking so long in answering! this was going to be a short headcanon but i got a bit carried away hehe. Also, thank you sm 🥺 🥺 It took me a while to make it all matching and aesthetic. Anyway, i hope you like it!

BEING THOMAS JEROME BEST FRIEND AND TEACHING HIM ABOUT BIRTHDAYS

You met Thomas while working as a maid in the first hotel he stayed in when he arrived on earth. 

The first time you saw him, with his black sunglasses and sharp black suit all you could think of was that he was as lost as a fish out of the sea because how the fuck did someone like him ended up in a hellhole like this?? The hotel didn’t even give you spare soaps! The man looked like he could afford a whole ass hotel floor but well you weren’t one to judge because of appearances.

So, you were the first to go straight to him and help him with his bags (even if he insisted he didn’t need help, you were paid to do that anyway). You tried to break the ice through the whole journey but he would simply stare deadpan so you took it as a “shut-up-im-tired-please”, however, when you stopped talking, he said he liked the random-weird facts you sputter about.  So, you got to the conclusion that he was simply dry as fuck.

The first days knowing him was… well, something else. He wouldn’t crack a smile for any of your jokes (and you considered yourself hilarious, welp there goes your dream of being a stand-up comedian) and was always immersed in his world but something about him made you keep coming back to his room and spending at least 5 minutes with him. You felt as if there was just something he was hiding and curiosity always got the best of you so you set your mind to figuring what was it.

It took him a while to open up, but when he came clean about his provenance and why he had come to earth, you swore to yourself you would do anything in your power to help him out. This man -well, alien- was just looking for a way to save his planet. It also warmed your heart that he trusted you enough to tell you that. 

“You are the only person I trust here” 

“Are you serious? Aww, stop it E.T. you are making me blush!”

”E— Who?”

“Oh boy, you really gonna need some classes in pop culture” 

After you knew, this was what was bothering him, things got so much easier in your friendship, now you knew you were actually funny and the problem was him! 

He said he knew about your planet and the most relevant things about it because of T.V. FUCKING T.V. So, you made it your personal goal to teach him all you could teach about earth's popular traditions and must-do’s (man had never eaten cotton candy before!!11¿!).

Trying to teach him about the daily, normal things humans do like running errands or going sightseeing for the simple reason of watching a pretty landscape made him so confused, and for you, it was like taking care of a 5-year-old. 

He would ask about everything and when I say everything I MEAN IT. That man had no boundaries when it came to satisfying his curiosity; he would pick up everything that appeared interesting or intriguing, no matter where you were which sometimes was a pain in the ass because he really needed to stop grabbing things randomly from stores, you are banned from at least 4 near your house because of a 'steal attempt'.

"What's this?"

"Don't touch it! It's a tampon, where do you even find it? Stop grabbing things from the street!"

Yeah, sometimes it was like watching a kid trying not to get himself killed.

One day you were laying on the couch, teaching him the wonders of Jimi Hendrix when something you hadn't thought before crossed your mind.

"I never asked but when is your birthday?"

"My what?"

"Your birthday, it’s, well- when you celebrate the anniversary of the day you were born, people usually make parties or they treat it as an occasion for being self-indulgent. It’s a big thing here on earth."

"I don't think anyone on my planet has ever done anything remotely like that."

"Really? No birthdays? Well, you are here so we have to do something, with balloons and gifts. You know, compensating the ones you haven’t celebrated."

You decide to not make something too big because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. So, you plan to make a picnic and then spend the day sightseeing. At night you were going to make a small gathering with a couple of your closest friends, you knew a party wasn’t really his scene but you thought presenting him people you really cared about would acclimate him more on earth.  

When you asked him when was the day he was born, he answered that the date could not be calculated in the human calendar bc a ‘year’ represented a different amount of time than 365 days; so you stated the day he came to earth as his official birthday.

When the day came you were excited as a child with a lollipop, he just followed you around and marveled at what you showed him. 

For the picnic, you made him pancakes which you had realized was one of his favorite earth meals (he literally make it his 24/7 meal after the first time he tried it, he didn’t eat anything else in a week 😭). Then, you went sightseeing the places you noticed he had liked more.

You hadn’t told him about the plans for the night because you had wanted it to be a surprise, so when you told him that it was time to go back home (yes, you were roomies), he didn’t have a clue ab what was going to happen. When you entered your place, the whole living room was decorated with balloons and the whole atmosphere looked v aesthetically pleasant (your friends helped you decorate while you were gone), on the table was the birthday cake you had prepared for him in the morning with frost saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPACEMAN XXXX YEARS” (bc u weren’t sure how old he actually was and by the floor a couple of presents.

 He was shocked. He had never celebrated anything like this before, the “holidays” he had on his planet were more formal and not personal and intimate like this. He had a hard time trying to figure his emotions but overall felt so content of having met a human like you.

“What are you waiting for, cut the cake alien boy”

And then you proceeded to smash your part of the cake into his face. 

“What? It’s tradition” And then he went and did the same, and for the first time you saw him smile for more than a couple of minutes. (he was so happy and smiley 🥺 🥺)

You spent the whole night between laughs, drinks, and karaoke.

After, the whole trying-to-launch-a-spaceship-full-of-water-to-space and the government locking him up thing, you went to visit him. They wouldn’t let you see him but you eventually did and helped him escape. 

Your birthday was close but it was the last thing in your mind, too tired and consumed with worrying about thomas safety, so it was definitely a surprise when you woke up and the breakfast was already done, a big cake (made by himself “I even made the cake look” he had said) with frosting saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N” on top. It brought tears to your eyes and you gave him the biggest hug you could muster.

For the first time in a long while, you spent the day carefree, enjoying the presents and surprises thomas had made for you.

[nightswithkookmin]

RE JIMIN'S LOVE LANGUAGE

This is in response to questions I've received in my message box following my recent post on Jimin's love language. Ignore this if you've read my main post on this same topic- Or maybe not.

Also, I'm sorry about the Asks. I accidentally turned it off- AGAIN. Thanks for drawing my attention to it. I purple y'all.

What I meant by my last post was that, for us to understandJimin or even the rest of the members' love language, it is important we make a distinction between what is uniquely Jimin/the individual members' love language and what is their culture's or even the established and accepted practices within their group.

And on that, I said skinship is a cultural practice but also one of the group's adopted love languages. It is their way of achieving intimacy and bonding with eachother and as such they do not associate romantic connotations with it.

Thus, when they touch eachother in any way, provocative as it may seem to us, to them there is nothing romantic about it at all. So when Taekook, Jikook, Yoonmin or any of these pairs touch eachother, it is not with romantic intentions.

Why then does Jimlous and Jeonlous exist? For a myriad of reasons other than that skinship is romantic! Lol

I've explained previously, that JK and Jimin's discomfort with each other's skinship with the others often has to do with the lack of boundaries that is inherent in skinship rather than that they are actually jealous or see skinship as romantic. This is often true for Jimin.

With JK, his possessive nature very often amplifies his discomfort with the lack of boundaries but also because, out of the seven, he is the only one that had had a problem accepting and participating in the skinship culture within the group- well, him and Suga. It's taking them some getting used to.

But that wasn't because he was viewing skinship as romantic but rather because he was uncomfortable with affections and the overt expressions of it as is required of skinship.

That's not to say they do not or have not implied romantic intentions with their touches- there is nothing platonic about boners. Lol.

And any skinship that results in a visible sexual tension or arousal can no longer be deemed skinship- it's foreplay.

Jikook does skinship all the time like everyone else in the band, but often too some of those skinship crosses the platonic threshold into sexual foreplay- they ain't slick.

You just have to see the look on Tae's face when he noticed, through the view finder, Jimin caressing JK's thumb to comprehend that not all their touches are mere skinship.

That's one of the differences between Jikook and the other ships; Jikook presents a mutual sexual attraction towards eachother beyond the pubescent hormonal teen frenzy that marked their early formative days- god, those boys were so horny they could hump a tree to death. Bless them.

Mind you, I disregard any sexual innuendos that was present in Jikook's dynamics as well as any other ship's dynamics, if ever there was one, during that hormonal teen period of their lives. It was all something but nothing at the same time. They were all just being horny and gross teenage boys- Hashtag, war of hormones for real for real. Lol

All that that timeline taught me was, Jikook are freaky af and certainly don't see each other as brothers. CERTAINLY.

That being said, for a better understanding of Jimin's love language, a distinction must be made between love language and sexual interest. It will make sense in a bit.

Because Jimin's father is an affectionate person and this is the love language he has taught to Jimin, Jimin interprets any affectionate and kind act as a loving gesture. It is how he gives love, it is how he receives love.

He values kindness and compassion, selflessness, vulnerability, transparency, fairness etc.

Thus to show his love for you he will be kind to you, vulnerable with you, transparent with you, supportive of you and nurturing of you.

We see him being like this with all the members, even the staff and dancers too at times but more so with Tae and JK.

The question then is, how does Jimin receive love? What actions does he interpret as love? Easy, sexual attraction. Hear me out.

You see, because Jimin is a natural nurturer and he sees nurturing as a universal love language that everyone speaks or ought to speak, he requires his romantic love interest to distinguish between their platonic love interest and their romantic love interest.

To fulfill him emotionally, you would have to make him feel special, treat him differently from your friends, and let him know that you want him and only him.

Sexual interest is one way of distinguishing between platonic interests and romantic interests, and it flows from this that he not only requires grand gestures, or special treatment but that you flirt with him as well.

Hence his emphasis on flirting. He likes to flirt. He enjoys it. He's mastered it. He's a fucking pro at it- give him his medal.

Just to be clear, even though flirting is part of his love language, he has also adopted flirting as part of his idol persona and often when he is flirting overtly he is only doing it for the 'fan service.'

But that doesn't mean all of that is fan service. Sometimes it's blatant foreplay as I've explained above and if you can't tell the difference between his foreplay and fanservice- chileee, I can't help you.

I'm still traumatized by that Bon V 4 moment. Sweet Jesus, save me if they should keep this energy up!

It's important, at this point, to note that because Jimin is a nurturer, every decent human being can easily be compatible with him. I have said several times over my blog that Jimin is ship compatible with anyone and everyone- I ain't mad at that.

What it comes down to then is whom he prefers and whom he is choosing to make him happy and to fulfill him. I explained that choice and being able to be in charge of decision making and to make his own decisions is very important to Jimin because on his background.

And when it comes to love, it's no secret who Jimin wants. He wants JK and that's on Periodttt.

I explained that in the early days during Rookie King, he felt he needed to get emotionally closer to JK when he had an opportunity to talk and heal as a group- his personal was important to him.

In that JinJikook VLive when Jin was eating a lollipop in a provocative way he asked him to stop immediately but couldn't, for the love of god, tear his eyes off JK when JK ate his lollipop in a- I can't. Jikook!

Unless he is in his fan service mood or is being his slytherin slash whore of babylon self- bless him, often he would reject any attempt by anyone to flirt with him except JK.

And I keep reiterating this, flirting isn't JK's thing. It's Jimin's thing. The last time JK tried to this flirty- he cried. Lmho

Take that interview where the host moved closer to Jimin in a flirty way for example. Jimin leaned back away from him. In the popular words of Jimin- don't do that.

Then in this airport scene right here, where Suga and Tae tried to protect JM from getting mobbed (if video is missing check bottom of this post. I hate tumblr)

You could see Jimin moving towards JK. Now some may argue he was trying to protect the JK who seemed oblivious to what was going on but I beg to differ.

I just think Jimin was moving towards JK because that's his safe haven. That's the person he feels the most safe with. 'Jk will protect' 'JK is strong.' He felt threatened and his instincts was to fin that person whom he feels would and should protect him- and that person usually isn't very far away.

And no, I'm not being biased. It's just I can't in good conscience theorize and make wild assumptions about Jimin's emotional needs the way I would the other's because unlike the others, Jimin keeps showing us what he wants. Y'all are just not listening.

It is why I said, JK on paper seemed like the last person to meet Jimin's emotional needs. He didn't strike me as the ambitious type or the daring type the way Yoongi presented himself in early days. It is why I shipped Yoonmin or even Vmin.

And even in those ships, I didn't believe they were real. Suga was too emotional closed off and wouldn't

And as I explained, having been denied his ambitions, it's not a stretch to assume, Jimin desires an ambitious partner. One who loves the stage, loves their career.

But I feel, most people including myself underestimated Jungkook. As much as JK may not appear as ambitious career wise, he is one of the most passionate members of group.

His decision to join BTS was driven purely by passion, his decision to start GCF, get a tattoo and every other endeavor he's embarked has been driven purely by his passion. And passion is a variant of ambition.

Jimin pursues his ambitious and JK pursues his passions- they are the same in the same way. And I see why Jimin will tell JK they are one and the same. They are more alike than we think they are.

So yes, Jimin needs an ambitious partner but a passionate partner equally suffices.

What equally suffices is a supportive partner. One willing to sacrifice their ambitions or needs when it comes to it, to accommodate Jimin's needs. Jimin is very competitive in nature and hates to lose, we've been told.

And nobody lets Jimin win the way JK does. Nobody. It's funny, because VMin's dumpling fight took days/weeks to resolve. And Jikook's raining dat fight took a few hours.

What hit me about that tale as told by Jikook was JK going to Jimin to resolve their fight- another instance he let Jimin win. Tae loves Jimin but I don't see him sacrificing his ego and pride the way JK would for Jimin. I don't see any member doing that for Jimin quite frankly.

It is one way I see JK nurturing Jimin. Jk can be hard headed but there is a softness and a tenderness to him that's speaks to Jimin's love language.

I can go on and on about this topic, you know? Lol

Signed,

GOLDY

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The Apartment below

Summary: The family under Peter’s apartment was terrible and he never realized it before. They have a young girl and she’s in need of help Peter’s going to save her

warning: mentioned abuse, domestic violence, language, fluff ending 

Peter had met the family underneath his apartment before not altogether but separately. He had met the wife in the elevator he didn’t personally speak to her Aunt May did they had a nice conversation in the elevator about teenagers and parenting. That’s when he first heard of their daughter, he didn’t met her until months later they again met in the elevator it was early morning Peter tried to talk to her but she ignored him she ignored him all the way to school they literally walked next to each other the entire time. She didn’t know say one word. He never saw her again after that. 

He was unaware but after that meting she made and effort to never see or catch him again. She woke up earlier just to avoid him. 

Now the father was the last person Peter met. Again, they met in the elevator he tailored suit to perfection he was on the phone and he looked angry fist clenched at his side jaw tight. Peter didn’t have his spidey sense at the time haven’t even been spiderman. But even without his spider sense he knew this was a bad man. He pushed him into the corner of the elevator and watched the man his fight or flight instincts going haywire. The relief that flowed through him when the elevator doors opened was tremendous. It was a truly terrifying experience. 

But that was nothing compared to the sounds. After getting his spider sense he had enhanced hearing he could hear everything including the what was happening underneath his apartment. He often heard arguments between the father and mother mostly lead by the father he was the loudest and he shouted the most. And even when he wasn’t shouting the firmness in his voice the intimidation the fear he put in his family. If Peter listened to closely or often it would set off his spider sense plus he didn’t feel right peaking into other personal lives. As worried as he was for the family that was their business he had no right to peak into it.

So he did everything he could to not focus on what was happening downstairs loud noise and headphones. But it didn’t always work. 

Peter was sound asleep when he heard a loud bang Peter was jolted out of his sleep so hard that he jumped so high he stuck to the ceiling. 

“The f...” he listened more bangs, shouting, and crying he couldn’t really focus. Dropping down from the ceiling he pressed his ear to the floor. The words weren’t clear but he could still hear and spot the difference. A man was shouting, and a woman crying begging almost. She sounded so scared. 

Climbing out of his window and down the fire escape. Peaking into the window below his he found a girl sitting in the dark with her against the door with a knife to her chest, she was crying.  

Peter opened her window she gasped and pointed the knife at him as she watched this strange man come through her window. He pressed a finger to his lips shushing her as climbed into her bed room. 

‘Help’ he mouthed.

Crawling over towards her Peter looked her up and down. A few bruises and cuts but over she looked alright, physically. Knowing that she was okay Peter began to think up a plan. 

He couldn’t go in as Spiderman he left his mask behind. He thought about calling Mr. Stark but it was like 3am and he feared that if he called the police they wouldn’t do anything or something seriously bad would happen before they arrived. 

“Okay, um.... go to the fire escape and go upstairs Go through my room and go in and get my aunt tell her to call 911.”

“Mommy!?”

“I will get her don’t worry. Give me the knife. I will get her. Now go, go, go” Peter watched as the young girl climbed out of the window he waited and listened until he was sure she was in his apartment. Once she was gone and safe. 

Unlocking the door he slowly crawled out of the bedroom remaining low to the ground. He could hear a man raging shouting and stomping around he could also here a woman whimpering and crying. He managed to make it to the living room unseen. Peaking around the corner  and saw a woman sitting on the floor. She was bloody, beaten, and bruised she looked like exhausted and was crying. 

She looked up and saw Peter he put a finger to his lips and pointed to the man he was ranting and raving pacing in the middle of the room. Peter saw a bat into the corner of the room he slowly crawled across the floor. 

“ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTEN YOU DUMB BITCH.” he shouted as he smacked her her head hit the corner of the coffee table “ See look what you did that was your fault” he scoffed .

Peter picked up the bat and slowly stood up behind the man. “Hey” the man turned around and Peter swung the bed. As he hit the ground Peter scooped up the woman and ran back to the bedroom going out the fire escape he carried her back to his apartment where is aunt was already waiting for him. 

-

Peter hadn’t hit the hard enough to kill sure enough if he put some actual strength into that swing he would have taken off his head fortunately he only got a concussion and after a few test was going straight to prison. There was enough evidence that a a trial wasn’t needed. 

Peter watched as the woman was loaded into ambulance his aunt following her and the man in the back of the police car. The young girl just sat next to Peter on the curb. 

“you don’t even know my name” 

“what?” Peter asked turning to her he heard what she said he was just surprised she was speaking to him she had been silent this entire time. 

“You don’t even know my name. Why are you helping me?”

“Why not?”

“(Y/n) my name is (Y/n)”

“Hello (Y/n), my name is Peter nice to met you.” 

“I guess”  

Peter smile. She was going to be a good friend. 

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1. Nickname: Sweetness/Sweetie/Angel (by Alex), Peanut (by sister), Chels (by friends and family)

2. Gender: Female

3. Star Sign: Scorpio

4. Height: 5'4"

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6. Birthday: November 4th

7. Favorite bands: Fall Out Boy, Myth & Roid, Queen

8. Favorite solo artists: Ellie Goulding, P!ATD, La Roux

9. Song stuck in my head: Ring Of Fire by Johnny Cash

10. Last movie: Uh... I think it was Digimon Adventure: Last Kizuna. Haven't watched many movies lately.

11. Last show: BOFURI: I Don't Want To Get Hurt So I'll Max Out My Defense (This was a DELIGHT to watch! So good, wholesome, and funny!! 🥰)

12: When did I create this blog: 2012

13. What do i post: lots of random stuff that i find amusing or important, art and things from my favorite fandoms, sometimes my own writing or art

14. Last thing googled: the name of the show I last watched cuz I knew it was a long title and had to do with maxing defense lol

15. Other blogs: a writing blog for my fics and drawings that go with them, a couple other ones saved for projects I hope to work on in the future, and one I may or may not switch my username with (still deciding). They're mostly empty but someday I'll use them! 😅

16: Do I get asks: Very rarely.

17. Why I chose my url: I used to be OBSESSED with Gaara when I was younger. Still love him and the Naruto series dearly but have moved on to other fandoms since. My favorite flowers are roses. Would like to update my url to something more fitting me and what I generally have always loved, but am fighting my attachment with sand-rose. Lol

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20. Average hours of sleep: About 5-6 hours now that we have a different opening time at work. But if I take a nap after work that can jump to 7-10 hours...

21. Lucky number: 4

22. Instruments: None, sadly. Would love to learn piano or electric guitar though.

23. What am I wearing: Aggretsuko tshirt with black and white rose leggings

24. Dream job: writing and drawing my own webtoon, writer, or something to do with drawing

25. Dream trip: Japan! Have wanted to visit Japan since we learned about it in 2nd grade. Everything I continue to learn about Japanese culture and what it's like to live there only fuels the travel dream. Someday Alex and I will make it there!!

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Just like a dream [Or Cuddles - 15º Tickletober]

Kanene’s note: I am sad so I thought  ‘h e y! What if I translated one of my fluff tickle-fanfic to light my day?’, so here are we!! This is a pure gold cute fluff, and a bit of angst in the beginning, but do not worry! The prince is here to save the day!! *dramatic glitter pose* 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Royality). 

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realize I’m in love with Lee!Patton. And Roman here is an absolutely adorable ler. Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português brasileiro!  Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                 [~*~]

He took a deep breath and bolted into the room, closed the door, sighed in relief and gave up in controlling his tears, so they fell.

And fell and feel and fell as he let himself collapse in that cold, strangely relaxing, floor.

It was just that. Just fell. Just washed his so hurted soul, just showed the feeling which he so hard tried to not hide anymore, just poured in a flow that wandered through all his face until finally drop.

He tried to sniffle quietly, he really tried since he kept in mind that the bathroom wasn’t soundproof. However, he was the heart, the core of all the emotions, the guardian of feelings, for a reason. He lived them more intensely, felt them more immensely.

Albeit, he also knew the others sides were busy, so he had nothing to worry about. 

That was why he took all the time he needed, wanted. Half hour, one hour, one quarter of hour… It didn’t mattered. 

Patton didn't leave until the last drop fell.

The representation of morality got up, wobbly legs, took off his glasses and cleaned their lenses in his cardigan. He took deep breaths one, two, three times.

And a couple more.

He headed to the sink and washed his face, yet knowing that it didn’t changed in the slightest the swelling and redness which his features assumpted after cryings like that. He stared his reflection, an analysing glare. A few hours of funny cute videos would do. He would get some snacks in the kitchen when only his eyes still red and were easier to not be seen… Not that he wanted to hide it from the others, he just didn’t wanted to… show it.

And after all of this he would try to summon a night movie and sleep cuddling someone.

Yeah, he nodded to himself. This sounded to be ideal. A shadow of a smile appeared in his lips.

Patton turned around and opened the door, founding a Roman about to knock.

Their glares met in the same exact heartbeat, both equally astonished. Patton felt himself to paralyse before his instincts of flight took over, prompting him to quickly run back to the bathroom and lock himself inside.

Breathed in. Breathed out. In. Out. Repeated this movement three times more, seeking to calm his fast heartbeating and the adrenaline in his blood. He knew the other was still out there, knew that he would have questions and that he would have to explain himself, that he would have to let Roman into this complex mess who he was.

But he also would have comfort, would have company and human warmth and… affection.

He reminded the other’s look: scared, alarmed, worried.

Patton pinched the tip of his nose, adjusted his glasses and cardigan, took a deep breath and a part of him wondered if Roman was still out there.

He opened the door.

He was. 

Patton’s heart stopped, melting and the guardian of dreams and passion didn’t uttered a one single word, which was rare for him, only opened his arms in a gentle glare and a silent plead.

The moral aspect hugged him quick and strong, his hands holding the fabric of his shirt as tightly as possible and the tears he didn't even know were still there coming back.

The aspirant of royalty drowned in silence, his arms involving him entirely, a hand gently  stroking his back and the other lightly combing his hair. His chin rested in the other’s head as he hummed lowly a random song and rocked the parental figure with such tenderness too much pure to be described.

As sudden as it started the teary flow stopped, which didn’t meant the end of the hug or the careness, just the song, a few minutes later, which was switched by the velvety low tune from Roman. Patton was even more surprised.

- What happened, padre?

- Just that sudden sadness, you know, Ro-ro?

- I do.

Princey started to massaged his scalp and Patton felt all his muscles automatically relax; He let himself to be transported to some place and when opened his eyes, he was laid in Roman’s extremely soft and gigantic if compared to any other from the Mind Palace, bed.

- Now we shall watch a movie! - A flourish and a big television appeared in the wall at the same time dozens of sweets and snacks surrounded them. - Disney? Comedy? Action? Romance? Pixar? - The said shone in the device for a second before being replaced for another. The representation of creativity turned, a bright and nurturing glare, a smile which seemed to demonstrate all his love. - Today the choice is yours.

Patton felt more and more astonished every more second. Everything sounded too much strange. Everything seemed to much… unreal. He couldn’t help himself but feel as he was taking advantage of the other’s kindness, like he was forcing him to bear with a problem that wasn’t his. Usually things wasn’t like that, usually it was him who… who… took care of the others.

- Anyone you prefer, kiddo. - And a tiny smile opened in his lips. Something in him starting to becoming calm although the hurricane in his core.

- Oh, no, no. - Roman denied, getting a little closer. - Today the honor will be totally yours, my dear Patton. - Each word was punctuated with a kiss in Patton’s cheeks, who began to  giggle uncontrollably, feeling his face burn. - Consider yourself lucky.

How did all of this could be so strange and… No, more than strange, more than only different…

Good.

Patton giggled a little more, lightly bitted the tip of his tongue and thought a bit more.

- Maybe The princess and the frog?

- Your wish is an order!

In a few pieces of time the movie already played in the background.

The creativity’s representation got closer, inch by inch, until finally manage to involve the partner in his arms, rocking and leaning his lips in the other’s head before whispering.

- Thank you for letting me take care of you, padre. I know it’s not easy.

This made Patton wide his eyes and expand his heart further, if that was still possible. He held out his hands, intertwining his finger with Roman’s when he received his act.

- It’s just… normally I am the one who take care of you. - The royal aspect huffed, and Patton stroked his cheek, shiny gently eyes showing how much he loved his little ‘work’. - I am the dad, should be more stronger.

- You are strong!! - Roman immediately shouted, sounding offended. - Patton, you are the heart! The one who don’t matter the situation always try to give your best, even if that hurts you, even if that brings consequences we’re all afraid to accept… you always try to remain fair and right in your decisions! You manage to see the bright side of everything and everyone and always is there, even if your day also wasn’t the best.

His eyes began to tearing, and Patton felt a hand softly direct his chin up so that he could stare the glare full of determination and energy from the other.

- Patton, you deserve this and much more, okay?

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, from letting out a few sheepish giggles. Roman’s tune became a bit more velvety.

- Okay, Patton?

- Okay. - And then embraced the aspect of passion and love, filling his face with thankful, lovely butterfly kisses and happy whispers.

It was almost in the part when Tiana went in search to recover her human form when the touch ended. Patton started to really get involved with the film's plot when a sensation almost made him jump through the ceiling.

Discreetly he looked at his tummy, finding Roman’s hands drumming his fingers on it and leading electric  sensations, something that made a involuntary smile be painted in his features, spread across all his body. The one in cardigan squirmed slightly, which didn’t stopped the motion.

The tickling were bearable, Patton decided, and he didn’t wanted to break this awesome bonding moment shared with the prince. He could endure until the end of the movie, for sure! It was almost in the middle, it was just a matter of time!

- Are you alright, Pat? You look a little agitated.

- I-it’s nothing, Ro-ro!

And practically jumped when the index finger found way to his belly button. Roman stared him with a raised eyebrow, but without really questioning something. The tickles stopped. The cat lover allowed himself to relax a bit more.

‘And what if he started to trace his fingers sloooooooowly through all your tummy?’

‘Not you, again.’

‘Imagine that nails scratching your sides!!! Tickling behind your ears while teasing you about your incredible tickliness…. Wouldn’t that be amazing?!’

‘Ah! Ah! Ah! What if he released small raspberries in each one of your ribs? Quick and small at the point you wouldn’t have the slightest idea where he would attack next! Ah!’

Patton controlled, again, his impulse to squirm and hide his, now very blushed, face in his hands. It only took a little stimulus and then it all went in a downhill!!

Now he desperately wanted some tickles.

His glance landed in the hand that remained resting perfectly calm in his stomach, absolutely unaware about the avalanche it had caused. That small voice continued to create the most random tickly scenarios in his mind, his face getting more and more in flames, his smile more uncontrollable and the movie more and more forgotten.

Maybe it was because of all his self inflicted anticipation that the one who wore glasses almost fell from the bed when a light feeling hit his foot, a inhuman squeak escaping from his mouth.

Roman paused the film, startled, quickly getting ready to face any danger that might threaten the welfare of his Pat-

And then he heard the laughter.

- Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Rohohohoho-rohohohoho!! Stahahaahahahahahahap!!! 

- But I’m not doing anything, dearest Patton. - The blossomed grin at the precious scene in front of him was easily perceptive in his voice. It didn’t took long to found the source of the ‘attack’.

His entire room was programmed to modificate itself as felt the most infinitesimal creative desire of someone, and, as it seems, this someone’ was the guardian of feelings, that is why now two soft gloves softly danced their fingers in the other’s foot, going from the heels to the tip of his toes again and again and again regardless Patton’s kicks, freeing all the kind of giggles.

- RohohohOHOHOHOHOHohohoho!!! – The moral aspect cutely squirmed in his arms, a gigantic smile adorning his face, wrinkled nose and his voice filled by the snorts and high pinch squeals.    – NHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaha!! He-he-HEHEHehehehehehehehelp!!! – And again dissolved himself in a mess of quick and adorable giggling.

Roman bitted his lip. - Of course, my dearest hearty partner! - And his hands repositioned themselves in sides of the other, who began to fight more, his head shaking non stop. Evil laughter poured through the prince’s mouth.

Every wriggle, scribble and squeeze generated and increased a new flow of laughter, making him to go from the most high tune to the deep belly laughter. Tears started to accumulate in the corner of his eyes and, while the tickles and laughter took over his body in a lovely, joyful sensation, Patton never felt so grateful for any and everything. Just laying there and receiving all the love and care, without thinking or worrying with absolutely nothing sounded like a dream.

- Ohoho. No, no, Padre. - Roman whispered, his lips touching lightly the other’s neck, making with each word resulted in small vibrations that even made himself giggle with Patton’s bubbling squeaks and laughter. - Now the greatest Tickle Monster got you and there isn’t any way to stop him from attacking his ticklish tickly prey!!! - He continued to poke and wriggle inside the one in cardigan’s belly button since Patton’s hands, which were holding his wrists, didn’t made any real attempt to stop him. - Muahahahaha!

The blush spreaded across his cheeks, his laughter going muffled when he turned around to hug Roman, who changed his techniques to a soft dance of his fingernails on the cat lover’s back, the wobbly laughter becoming more and more low, sleepy giggles.

- Thahahahahahank you, Roman. - Closed his eyes, tightened their hug, let out a happy sigh.

- Your wish is always and order, Patton. You’re welcome.

Just like a dream.

[violetganache42]

I HAVE RETURNED FROM TENNESSEE!

God, this is like, what? The second time I've used this GIF?

Man, these past few days have been an enjoyable experience for me. I don't even know where to begin! Oh, wait… I actually do. I think it’s best for me to break it all down day by day.

* * *

Friday

As previously mentioned, Thursday night marked the start of the mini-hiatus because Mom and I had to make sure we could catch our 6:55 AM flight to Nashville on time. Needless to say, we only got a few hours of sleep; however, thanks to us getting the caffeine from our colas and trying to nap on the plane, we were awake enough to explore the downtown Nashville area.

As you may have guessed, Nashville is a popular place for country music and a lot of the attractions in the Lower Broadway area is full of clubs and honky-tory bars. No matter where you go, day or night, there is always a bar where people perform country music live for the patrons.

Nashville also happens to be the place that harbors the Johnny Cash Museum, which was the first stop of the weekend.

As you can tell from the first image, this artifact was made entirely out of steel that was salvaged from the destroyed World Trade Center, which is where the One World Trade Center/Freedom Tower currently stands. The second image is a piece of memorabilia: the Martin D-35 guitar Johnny Cash used when he was alive as it was his favorite Martin guitar to play on stage for two decades.

Speaking of country music, Nashville had recently hosted this year's CMA Music Festival and Garth Brooks took home the award for Entertainer of the Year. I wasn't even sure if it was coincidental or not since this weekend in Tennessee was primarily about his concert, but I'll get on that later. In the meantime, another neat place we checked out was the Country Music Hall of Fame… well, specifically some of the gift shops.

Yes, one of the gift shops has a wall filled with nothing but records from all kinds of country artists.

Outside of the country-related sights, we also checked out a couple more places within the Nashville area like a local candy store called the Candy Kitchen. Everywhere you look, there were all kinds of store-brand and local candy, caramel apples, fudge, ice cream, etc. Combine that with the aroma of pure sugar and you end up either feeling like you've gone to candy heaven or your teeth ended up rotting because of how many sweets this place had.

They even have giant ass Dum Dum lollipops for crying out loud! Like, how the hell are you supposed to eat something that huge?!

Later that afternoon, we weren't sure what to do in Nashville between the bars, party tractors, and what not, mostly because we weren’t in the mood to check everything out due to the little amount of sleep we got. As a result, we did a bit of online searching and found a pretty cool mall not far from the state's capital.

Yep. That's right. That is what this mall is called. The name alone was enough to give me Sonic vibes and I'm certain y'all know why. Hell, they even had three parking lots each labeled emerald, gold, and ruby; I lowkey wished they added four more parking lots and have them named after sapphire, amethyst, diamond, and aquamarine just so it can keep reminding me of Sonic, you know? Specifically the seven Chaos Emeralds? ...*coughs*...

Anyways, that's kinda how Mom and I spent the rest of our Friday: having dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and poking at some shops they had before returning to Nashville to see what it was like at night. I will say this right now: they fucking love partying.

Saturday

The next day of the trip was mostly spent driving up to Knoxville for the Garth Brooks concert, which I was able to get a decent number of photos because it was crazy. When Mom got the tickets, she said it was going to be a stadium concert and I thought it was going to be similar to Taylor Swift's concert at Gillette Stadium in terms of crowds, but holy shit! Was I wrong! When you've got a college football stadium filled with 84,000 people attending, it's bound to get fucking cramped, so comparing both stadium tours, this easily takes the cake for the wildest concert I've ever been to thus far. Nevertheless, I still managed to have fun.

Because the Tumblr app—as far as I know—only allows 10 photos per post, I decided to condense some of my favorite photos I've taken for the rest of the trip into collages to try and satisfy the limit, but it appears I may have made more collages than I anticipated, so the rest of this post will be typed via laptop. To kick off the series of collages, here are some of my favorites pictures I’ve taken of Garth.

Sunday

Sunday was the last day of our weekend in Tennessee, so having done the stuff mentioned above, how did we spend the majority of yesterday? By driving through Sevierville and Pigeon Forge, with the latter being the home of Dollywood!

Before going on this trip, Mom and I discovered Dollywood wasn't far away from Knoxville, the same town where the concert at the University of Tennessee was held. She tried to figure out ways to make additional plans to go to Dollywood to see their Christmas traditions, but we ultimately chose to save it for another time because we wanted to make sure we arrived at the airport early enough to board.

On that note, what proved to be the icing on the cake for this trip was what Mom would call a happy accident: viewing the Great Smoky Mountain Range.

The collage with the light blue background is a portion of the several photos I've taken of the Great Smokies as we were driving through a road in Sevierville that offered wonderful views from the distance. The one with a wooden background is during our trek through the mountain range; on top of the photo of the national park sign, we made a few stops along the way because those stops had some marvelous views.

And now comes the pièce de résistance. The happy accident of this trip. While taking pictures of the views at the first stop, we noticed some buildings down below; a couple of them resembled hotels, but we weren't sure what the rest were. As we were leaving the mountains, we immediately entered what we saw from above: Gatlinburg.

We didn't take a lot of pictures there because we were too mesmerized with what Gatlinburg had to offer as we were driving through: shops, an aquarium, museums, ski lifts, hiking, and so on. Everywhere we looked, there was nothing but endless entertainment, just like Pigeon Forge! They are even all decorated for the Christmas season, and honestly, I definitely wouldn't mind spending Christmas in Gatlinburg in the foreseeable future. Renting a cabin, seeing what the resort has to offer, my sisters and brother-in-law joining with Mom, my brothers, and myself to celebrate the holidays. That would be super amazing. ☺️

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Anyways, that pretty much sums up the major events of my weekend hiatus. Posting and queueing on my main and Sonic blogs respectively will return to its regular schedule. Plus, a little something I've been thinking about doing, but what is it? You'll have to find out when the time is right. ;) Until then, see you guys later!

[earthpodd]

3 Will Be Free, Live-Blog Episode 1

WTF it already started with Joss being chased by a gunman? Talk about a rocky start.

The name of the club is Greatest Mother Fucker, I'm JABFJZBFJXBCJX.

I don't understand shit, but I'm thriving.

Already this VIP client sounds annoying. Ugh.

Her earring is bomb, tho.

Iabfjsbfjxbfidbd Joss already looks so hot doing bench presses.

Oh shit, it's the striptease scene. FML

Yep. Rip those fucking shirts.

Cheater alert, "babe" is calling.

Ew. He kissed her.

Censored straight sex timeskip. Kavdjsbdhdhd

Why does this scene have such a romantic vibe. Isn't he a rent boy?

Look at Tay. He looks so nerdy, it's cute.

Shin's father is an asshole.

Ssing's characters are always so loud.

Mild has been on the screen for one second and she is already slaying my entire existence.

Girl in fishnets is super hot, tho. No hetero.

Listen,,,,,, I know Joss doesn't have much ass, but I'd still tap that.

And holy shit, those arms.

Does tattoo dude have some sad backstory I'm not aware of?

JENNIE!!!!

Somebody punch the asshole that was making fun of Jennie.

Oh shit!

I like tattoo dude, I guess.

On to part 2 I go.

Joss is wearing a Brazil shirt. Wow. I feel represented. Jvdghvdgvcgg

Is he buying that car? It looks sketchy.

Pole dancers. Shit.

Mild rejecting the gringo dude and stealing his wallet is a mood.

The English, tho. Ibcghbcfhvf

Joss, what you doing, bih?

This other tattoo dude from the club is hot, too.

Joss, Mild, don't argue.

Lol I need to learn the name of the characters.

Cheater wife is back again.

Well, someone was caught on camera.

Shin looks so uncomfortable, and tattoo dude looks so eager.

Shin seeing Mild for the first time in awe is a mood.

I wanna see tattoo dude strip.

Mild is badass.

It's hilarious how she changed her mind. Jvcfhvcdhvvf

Oh fuck, it's the lollipop scene. Fucking kill me.

Actually, she is killing me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Bi panic.

I need so water right now.

Mild is good at this. Real good.

Shin is so cute and shy.

Tay's tiddies!

Is she gonna steal his wallet?

Why the towel?

Idk if I'm jealous of Mild or Tay right now.

Damn.

Part 3, here we go.

Jealous bitch male stripper sold Joss out.

Oooooh, the bitch dead.

Can't say I feel sorry for him.

I guess now things are gonna get intense.

Joss in a towel. I'll never get over his abs.

WTF does this woman want?

Oh boy, she is trouble.

Wait, did Shin sleep with Mild?

Wait², who was that guy Shin was thinking of?

Fuck! They beat up the hostess.

Man, this shit is intense.

Shin went to confront Mild? I didn't think he had the balls to do that.

Lol, she playing clueless.

I feel sorry for Shin.

OMG, she gave it back!!!!

D'awwwwn!

She liiiiiiiiked him.

Shit is about to get fucked up.

Joss, RUN!

What did she think that little slap would do?

Joss can't fight.

Bitch, don't point that gun at Joss.

Oh shit, she dead.

I didn't expect that.

Run, Joss, RUN!!!

Oh, that's the scene from the beginning of the episode.

Bitch, I'm shooketh. Part 4 now.

Hot tattoo dude club is dead, too? Fuck!

I didn't even get to see him strip.

I feel robbed.

Mild knows something is up.

Why did he drag Shin into the stall.

Shin is feeling gay panic. Lol

Oh shit, oh shit.

Joss was smart now.

Shin was too slow.

Another one that can't fight.

Fuck!

And Mild saves the day.

Shoot, gurl, shoot.

Atta, girl! Good job!

And panic settles in again.

Shin stalling to run. Jsvfjsbfidbd

Damn. This episode was intense as shit. I can't wait for the subs, so I can understand what was going on. Also, so many people died.