#aNyWaYs did anybody catch the disney reference

[erlenmeyertrash]

storms and stardust

i’m totally not a day and a half late to the platonic analogical day or anything, it’s fine

dedicated to @virmillion , the sunshine to my stardust

words: 2684 | pairings: platonic analogical | warnings: mentions of storms(?), slight anxiety- if you need anything tagged please let me know

tag list: @zerogettie , @five-hour-anxiety , @lovelylogans , @shattered-raine, @lakesandquarries , @randomslasher , @pantasticpanini (if you want to be added just hmu and i’ll add you!)

The stucco ceiling looms overhead, each ripple and wave jumping into a vivid third dimension and constructing an intricate inverted topography. It is synesthesia of sound, each wiggle of the sprayed-on texture signifying a hiss and each smattering of longer ridges bringing forth a crackle and each solidified bubble of air fabricating a pop.

A storm rages outside, the window a weak defense against the onslaught of pure loud that is heavy precipitation. The rain is less a pitterpatterpitterpatter of the evening’s preceding showers and more an ambiguous yet steady roar of a billion soldiers diving into battle all at once. Thunder rumbles distantly in the background- the drummer boy keeping his infantry’s time.

It is during this storm that his eyes dance across the artificial skyscape, allowing the hissing, crackling, popping terrain to map out the steps as his gaze wanders and his mind wonders. The shadows of sleep have eluded him, crowding themselves into the corners as his eyes adjust to the lack of light and his brain whirls as though battered by the very winds assailing the exterior of the house.

His thoughts scamper over some new untrodden path, ever trailblazing, never pausing, rushing and stumbling over themselves, an onslaught, torrential, why can’t he s l e e p? His eyes hiss crackle pop pop p o p hiss crackle- wait no, backtrack- hiss crackle crackle crackle p o p their way around his ceiling, each tango, each waltz, each envisioned piece of choreography organic and new.

Oxygen fills his lungs near capacity as some responsible part of his subconscious prods him to remember to do so, the not-quite-hiss-not-quite-huff of a deep inhale adding to the cacophony of vibrations intercepted in his eardrums. The pillow settles microscopic distances as his head is subtly jostled by the movement opening his airway. The sheets do not rustle until he straightens a crooked leg, fabric sliding over skin as his muscles tighten.

There have been far too many consecutive nights where unconsciousness evades him; in this particular instance, the raging downpour is well-received as it quells the aching silence that is his simultaneous refuge and prison. When the only sound is no sound, his brain must play the part of composer and conductor but it is rather tone-deaf and so poorly keeps time. The rain is a welcome conversation on which to eavesdrop before the infamous concert begins.

Before he can realize their appearance, thoughts on the history of the universe are subversive, slipping into his mind and disrupting all other trains of thought like shells swirling underneath the tides currently crashing into his windowpane. The silica composing those shells and the sand and the glass was formed a mere 200 million years into the existence of the universe- the fusion of sixteen protons into one singular silicon unit. Stellar nucleogenesis: the formation of molten, shifting plasma inside starlight expanding across the silence of space, making 26 elements to eventually compose the most simple carbon-based life. 26 elements inside those stars. 26 letters in the modern English alphabet. 26.2 miles in a marathon, the likes of which his brain is currently undertaking in a full sprint.

Then those tides are turning, the melodic roar of water on the roof and walls forced to yield to the vibrant dissonance of sleepless night ramblings. The conductor’s baton is waving wildly but the instruments have a mind of their own. He just wants to sleep. He doesn’t know when his eyes stopped leaping and bounding over hiss crackle pop but he realizes he has been boring a hole into the spot directly above his right eyebrow for some time now. Maybe the roof will leak and he’ll have an excuse to get up, to move, to do something to occupy his thoughts.

The creeeeeaaaak of the floor outside his bedroom door, then, occupies his thoughts.

He bolts upright and shoves the swishing sheets down his body, squinting at the sliver of space under his door, suddenly transfixed and hoping there is another indication of a something that could battle his brain. That the creak wasn’t a sigh of the foundation, wasn’t a random blip on the radar. Please.

Pale yellow light seeps in from the hall and that is all the impetus he needs to throw his feet off the side of the bed, standing and clumsily swiping his hand across the bedside table. His glasses click clack clatter as his fingertips stumble into them and he hastily yanks the spectacles over his razor-sharp gaze before running the few short steps to his door.

He throws it open, the hinges letting out a sharp whine of protest, and suddenly the storm outside receives a burst of energy anew; more thunder echoes across the skies as the droplets assault any surface they can reach and he makes eye contact with the figure that was slowly creaking its way down the hall.

“...Logan? What are you doing awake?”

From his few short steps away, Virgil speaks first. His voice is gruff and gravelly, but there is a tremor there, a pitch far too high, too alert for such a time of night. His eyes betray his chronic lack of sleep but also show no symptoms of actual tiredness- they are wide and bright and Logan exhales with a whoosh.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he confesses, his own vocal cords vibrating at a frequency of fatigued frustration. Those too-wide eyes are covered by shaggy lilac locks as Virgil tilts his head.

“Why not?”

Logan taps his forehead, a cold fingertip thumping against the skin just above his right eyebrow. “Can’t stop thinking.”

“About?”

Logan couldn’t really explain that his brain turned the ceiling into a topographical map that was also stage directions for a dance and he thought about shells and the origin of the universe and it’s raining but his window is underwater and-

No. Too complicated. A shoulder shrug seems to work as Virgil’s face twists into one of sympathy.

“I, uh. I get that.”

The following utter silence is so jarring to Logan’s hoof-hammering racehorse of a mind that he is too shocked to notice how awkward it quickly becomes. He is, however, pulled out of the reverie a short moment later, when a loud CLAP of thunder shakes the house and Virgil flinches as though the bolt of lightning nearly singed his shoulder.

“Are you alright, Virgil?”

“What? Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Virgil squirms under Logan’s piercing gaze- even more so as the logical side doesn’t appear to have any desire to respond. His stare is somehow cold but not harsh- just a searing, soundless intensity of headlights that have Virgil frozen in the middle of the road.

“...It’s just-” Virgil runs a pale hand through his hair, rolling his shoulders forward to pull the hood of his jacket closer around his neck- “I’m a little… on edge. The storm is. Uhm. Loud? It’s stupid, I know,” he stumbles on, “but-”

“It isn’t stupid at all,” Logan interrupts, breaking his stare with a slow blink. “Storms do bring about a decrease in air pressure, which can affect a person’s normal breathing rate. The sudden loud noises and bright flashes, of course, can also heighten a person’s anxiety.”

Virgil rolls his shoulders again, ducking his head and staring at his sock-clad feet. Logan hears an audible click in his mind as the pieces fall into place.

“...However,” Logan continues, suddenly feeling a fidgety tingle skittering down his fingertips as he adjusts the corner of his glasses. “There are several measures one can take to alleviate adverse effects. Turning on dim lighting or ambient noises as well as blocking external sound and light sources through a multitude of methods may all serve to allow you to feel more at ease and potentially get some rest. The company of another may also help you relax.”

Da-dum. His heartbeat punctuates his last sentence. Virgil’s eyes widen infinitesimally (you’re never going to live that one down, are you?). Logan ducks his chin and readjusts his glasses that have not moved at all.

“...Would it be agreeable if I accompanied you back to your room? It may help ease your nervous state, and it is of no consequence to me, seeing as I am already awake.”

A low rumble of thunder rolls over the roof- not as sudden as before, but Virgil still seems to tremble ever so slightly. He swallows and nods curtly, overgrown fringe intermingling with his eyelashes.

“...I mean. If you don’t mind. That’s. Uh. That’d be... cool, I guess.”

After a pause- Logan blinks and the image of a quarter-rest is burned into the backs of his eyelids, now- Virgil leads the way down the hall towards his room, the soft swish swish swish of socked feet and cotton pajamas more distinct without windows to amplify the swirling storm outside. He pushes open the door and Logan’s ears are immediately filled with the snare-drum sound of water hitting windowpane, rattatatratatatratatat drilling its way through his skull. His eyes snap towards the uncovered glass spanning the wall across from Virgil’s bed.

“Goodness, that is loud. Why don’t you have any curtains?” Logan gestures to the empty rod above the window, finding he actually has to raise his voice to be heard over the assailing precipitation. At his inquiry, Virgil stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs. Logan clicks his tongue and turns to look back at the window.

Rattatatrattatatrattatatrattatat It’s so loud! Logan’s thoughts are on the defensive, struggling to tip the scales of sound in their favor as his mind whirls around possible solutions. He blinks hard at the window before- Oh.

Obviously.

“Virgil, you have extra blankets in your closet, correct?”

Virgil glances up from his feet. “...Yeah?”

“I suppose those will work. Let’s get them out and go about covering this window to muffle the noise, even if only a little.”

Virgil obediently shuffles to his squeeeak-ing closet door and begins tossing several blankets onto the floor of his room; Logan turns in a slow circle, surveying the rest of the dimly-lit surroundings. He grabs Virgil’s chair from the corner of the room and drags it in front of the window, taking one of the heavier blankets and tying two of the slightly-frayed corners around the empty curtain rod. Virgil backs out of his closet and stares at him, hands hugging his elbows and finger.

“While I am doing this-” Logan pauses as he shoves one end of the blanket down the rod, expanding its area before he starts on the other corners- “I would recommend you search for some ambient or white noise sounds on some audio application on your laptop. That or some calming music may help overpower the noise of the storm.”

Logan’s tongue peeks out from between his teeth as he busies himself with several knots, stepping down every few seconds to grab another blanket off the floor. He hears the shuffling of feet and the soft whuff of the bed mattress as Virgil sinks down, followed by the rhythmic clicking of keys.

Soon, soft piano music warbles through the laptop speakers. Logan finishes his last knot moments later, hopping down to the floor with a thump before adjusting a few of the blankets. To his pleasure, they did a more-than-adequate job of muffling some of the noise. Rather than the torrential tapping of droplets on the glass, the storm’s presence is reduced to a steady hissing. Logan adjusts his glasses and turns to Virgil, who has set his laptop on the bedside table, the soft gray glow filling the room alongside the calming piano chords.

“Is this better?” he asks, satisfaction evident his face as Virgil nods with a shy smile. Logan heads towards the other side of the bed, wasting no time in sliding under the extra soft blanket spread over the comforter and sidling up next to Virgil.

“Now.” Logan shimmies fractionally, causing the sheets to flutter as he eases his weight backward. His shoulder grazes against Virgil’s, and as he stills, they remain in contact, warmth slowly transferring back and forth, attempting to establish an equilibrium. “Would you like to talk about anything?”

Virgil is silent. Logan tilts his head to better see the anxious side, who is squinting across the room at the makeshift curtains.

“...Would it be too weird if I… um. If you talked, and I just listened?”

“Not at all. What would you like me to talk about?”

“Um. Anything? You pick. I don’t want to make you talk about something you don’t like.”

“Fair enough.” Logan shifts his gaze skyward, letting his pupils pick up the pace held what seems like forever ago in his room. Hisssss crackle crackle pop pop p o p crackle pop hiss pop crackle pop.

“...The universe, as most theorize, came into existence approximately 13.8 billion years ago. We know this, of course, by measuring the distance between different galaxies and their rates of change, as well as observing older stars. 13.8 billion years ago, every bit of mass and energy was condensed into a singular point- and then it exploded. Massive amounts of pressure and enormously high temperatures dominated as everything burst forth.

“For the first instant in time- ten to the negative thirty-second power of a second, to be exact- the radius of the universe expanded extensively as the sheer force of the explosion radiated outward. The first ‘particles’ to exist that we are aware of, such as quarks and leptons, composed- I suppose “matter” must be the correct term here- the matter of the universe at this point.

One microsecond into the existence of the universe, these basic particles formed protons; and there is a statement there, I suppose, about the universe’s first creation being something positive. One-hundredth of a second into the existence of the universe, nuclear fusion began of protons with one another due to the still-extremely-high pressures and temperatures- the conditions perfect for the strong nuclear force to become evident. From then, up until the universe was three minutes old, it is theorized that the universe created the first four elements of the periodic table: hydrogen, helium, lithium, and beryllium.

These are not, of course, sufficient for formation of the carbon-based lifeforms we know of today. Carbon is only fused into existence some 200 million years later, along with the other first 26 elements, which include phosphorus and sulfur- the bases for DNA and proteins, respectively. I suppose there is another statement there about how much time the universe put into crafting living organisms such as you and me.

Though I suppose we aren’t living, not technically, not really. We are Thomas’ personified personality aspects, and though we may often act alive, it is a-”

“Too meta, dude.”

Logan’s hand jerks- lost in the recesses of his own mind, he has completely forgotten another person is slumped next to him. He blinks, realizing the foreign object pressing on his side is actually Virgil, who has shifted so his head is leaning slightly on Logan’s shoulder. Logan makes no move to adjust him- the weight is warm and comfortable, and he leans his own head in slightly until his cheek is flush against Virgil’s mop of lavender-and-chocolate hair.

Lavender. That would help him sleep as well.

“My… apologies,” Logan mumbles, failing to stifle his yawn, before continuing. “The first 26 elements are made inside stars via this stellar nucleogenesis- a series of fusion reactions- but simply those 26 are not enough to comprise the complex life forms... of today. Our bodies, to give an example, also need heavier elements such as... iodine and copper. The heavier elements are brought into being through supernova nucleogenesis. When... much larger stars... expand and eventually explode, it is theorized that these heavier elements were formed through nuclear fusion reactions with… oxygen and silicon. Silicon has… a specific structure, deemed silica, that comprises a pseudo-skeleton of several… early life forms. And glass. And so then… all the elements for life are in… the dust emanating from star explosions… People are... made of stardust, isn’t that…”

[sinfullyrosey]

A Price for a Price

Floyd Leech X Fem!Reader X Jade Leech

Warnings: Threesome, Oral, Biting, Double Penetration, Mild Orgasm Denial, Teasing

Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to-

Anyways, kudos to anyone who spots the Disney references. Most were from The Little Mermaid, but I added some others in there by complete accident as my creative juices just flew while typing up this fic. There’s also one reference to a Don Bluth film, though I’m not sure anyone will catch it, let alone remember it.

All characters are 18+

Working at Mostro Lounge wasn’t all that bad.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly easy and dealing with certain costumers could be a headache, but the pay was decent and the hours were bearable. All in all, you would say it was a good 9/10 job. And hey, it was always funny to see the reactions from customers after you’d correct them about working under Azul contract-free.

“E-eh, you mean you didn’t sign a scroll and now have to sing to pay off your debt?!”

“Nope!”

And then you’d give the flabbergasted boy a wink before moving on to the next song or walking off to go on your employee mandated break. It was true; you were being paid to sing and perform at the Lounge willingly, although, that wasn’t always the case...

Initially, you were working there, under contract, in order to pay off your three dumbass friend’s depts when they made the stupid mistake of signing contracts with the cecaelia. Back then you had made a deal to work at the lounge for free until all their depts were paid off.

At the time, you were under the impression that he was going to have you be taking orders and cleaning tables, but little did you know he had other plans for this poor, unfortunate prefect.

“All I need is your voice.” He had said to you, almost offhandedly.

You didn’t understand at the time and thought he meant that he’d take your voice as compensation for working there. But he clarified that no no, he wouldn’t be taking your voice, rather, you’d be lending it.

That is, you’d be singing on a newly built stage smack dab in the middle of the lounge for the viewing pleasure of college boys from all over campus.

Your mouth fell open, gaping like a fish as he explained the details of your job and what was expected of you. Even Grim and the adeuce duo were taken aback with what they were witnessing.

“Since when did Mostro have lounge singing?!” You shrieked, fists clenched at the audacity of this underhanded slimeball.

“Since finding out that a certain little prefect had the voice of a siren.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened at that.

He wasn’t wrong. You could sing. But never in front of others, and especially not in front of a whole ass audience! The most anybody would hear from is a quiet humming whenever you were doing homework or at the library studying. The only time you’d ever sing out loud was in the privacy of your own dorm when Grim and the ghosts weren’t around.

Had you slipped up and not noticed? Had he or one of the twins caught you when you thought nobody was around? Did Cater record you and post it to MagiCam without your knowledge?! You never did find out how Azul discovered your beautiful singing voice.

Your face twisted into one of disgust and ire as your teeth clenched and lips split back into a snarl. He remained unfazed as he gestured to the twins to escort out the other three students, so it was just him and his new employee. Your breathed in and out an angry huff.

“You sneaky son of a-“

“Save your voice for the stage, my dear.”

But that was all in the past, water under the bridge. After your contract was destroyed in a blotting incident, you were no longer obligated to work under the jerk who tricked you into it in the first place. But that only lasted a short while until Azul came crawling back, near begging you to work at the Lounge again, this time around, contract-free with the promise of a weekly paycheck.

Apparently, having a cute lounge singer with the voice of a goddess performing at an all-male university in a tight fitting dress really raked in the dough.

You wanted to call him out for being a pathetic, little octopus and tell him to eat rocks, but seeing him desperately try and keep up his suave façade while insisting that he’s doing you a favor gave you a sense of sadistic gratification. You already knew by that point Ashengrotto’s past and how the way he presented himself to the public was all a lie. That behind that shady, manipulative contractor mask was just a sad, lonely crybaby trying to make something of himself. As much as you would have loved to make him grovel by rejecting his request, you did need the money. And while you’d never admit it, you did enjoy singing on stage after hiding your voice for so long.

So, here you are now, clad in a sea foam green, mermaid-style dress that pooled at the bottom with fish scale patterns at the end, singing in a sultry voice to a crowd of young men at lunch hour. The lights were dimmed, a light blue spotlight on your figure as you sang away about the audience “counting you out” and viewing you as “just a sister.”

The song wasn’t something you’d usually sing about, as it was your job to draw in the crowd, not push them away, even if that meant degrading yourself in order to do so. But you had managed to convince Azul to let you try different styles to see what sticks, and it seemed that despite the message of the song, the guys were still into it.

A few wolf whistles from some Savanaclaw and Octavinelle students could be heard. Some cheers from other dorms here and there. And once the number was finished, near everyone was clapping and hollering for an encore. You bowed and informed them that that was the last song for the time being and that they could come back during diner hours to see you again.

You gave a quick reminder to buy a drink and waved them off, much to the disappointment of the guys. You made your way off stage and towards your designated dressing room. Azul had converted one of the stock closets to a private room where you could quickly get dolled up and rest up. It may not be as fancy as say, Vil’s dressing room, but was still nice.

Once you got to your room, you plopped yourself down onto your couch and let out a loud huff. You were beat! Your throat was a bit sore and your feet were killing you. You’d need to talk with Azul later about letting you wear more practical footwear instead of these inch heeled killers. You slipped the damn shoes off and tossed them somewhere in the room without a care. All you wanted to do now was relax before getting dressed back into your school uniform and heading out to do your next task before the next shift.

But a knock at the door didn’t allow you such luxury.

You audibly groaned, not wanting to get up from your comfortable spot on the plush couch. A second knock had you groaning even more and begrudgingly standing up to go answer the door. It’s probably Azul or the twins come to bother you with something or other. Not even a moment of peace at the Mostro Lounge for this poor prefect.

But when you swung open the door, it was none of your three Octavinelle coworkers, but rather, an unfamiliar face of a Pomefiore student. You blinked at him. The student’s eyes lit up and he gave a small, polite bow.

“Ah, excuse me madam, but I just wanted to tell you in person just how magnificent your performance was!”

You slowly blinked. This wasn’t the first time students directly approached you to compliment you on your voice, but it was the first time someone had gone directly to you dressing room to do so. You gave an awkward polite smile and nodded.

“Thank you, glad you enjoyed the show.”

An awkward silence befell the two of you as you just stood in your doorway, waiting for the other to say something or leave. And speak he did.

“I’ve come to almost all of your performances. Your... your voice is very seduisante...”

You didn’t speak much French and primarily picked up on certain words from Vil or Rook, but it didn’t take you to know the language to pick up on the tone in that last word. You shuffled in place, debating whether to tell him to get lost or to simply just slam the door in his skeevy face.

You didn’t want to get in trouble with Azul for upsetting a customer...

“You’re seduisante.”

He stepped forward, gently grabbing your hand in both of his. You didn’t like the look in his eyes and you especially didn’t like that he was touching you without your consent.

“Erm, there’s a strict “no touching the performers” rule here, so...”

You tried pulling your hand away from him, free hand on the door, trying to use it as leverage to pull yourself back into your room. His grip tightened and he followed your movements, getting too close for comfort.

“May I just have a few moments of your time-”

“Okay, that’s it, let go creep before I drop kick you back to the muck ridden well you crawled out of.”

The struggle only caused you and the Pomefiore student to stumble backwards into the room. He was still holding onto you and was now trying to pull you closer, uttering more praises and compliments towards you. He was starting to get rougher, his polite façade slipping the more you tried pushing him away.

“I said let go you fucking asshole! Let go or I’m telling Vil what you did!” You hissed, managing to land a single slap on his pompous face.

The guy yelped before letting out a growl, tightening his grasp on you once more. You were about ready to throw hands and make a break for it, when suddenly, you no longer felt the groping hands of the intruder. You focused your attention as the perv was pulled off of you by the back of his uniform’s collar. The now angry student was about to make a swing at the brute who dared to interrupt his advances when the color drained from his face at the realization of who was now holding him in a vice grip.

“Neee, what do you think you’re doing with our Shrimpy?~”

The expression on this jerk’s face was absolutely priceless. You couldn’t help but give a satisfied grin at the fearful look he was giving as Floyd began to squeeze him. Jade entered the room behind him, walking over to your form and giving a quick once over.

“I take it you’re alright?”

You nodded, and then gave a displeased snort.

“Yeah, I’m fine, he didn’t do anything too scarring...”

He gave a nod of acknowledgement, then turned his attention towards his brother and the perpetrator who was now struggling to breathe properly. Jade’s deceiving, sort smile curled into one of teasing malice. He had a hand on his chin in thought before instructing his brother.

“Hm, take this trash to Azul and let him know what happened, then meet back here.”

“Heh, sure. Be back soon Shrimpy.~”

And with that the twin strolled out of the room, a skip in his step as the student in his grasp whimpered at what was to come. The room fell silent as things settled down once more.

“... Thanks for the help. That creep was too handsy for his own good. Glad to know I have backup when needed.” You crossed your arms, finally able to relax now that the guy was gone.

Jade hummed.

“Maybe now I can get some much needed rest. Again, thank you Ja-“

“No need, once Floyd comes back we’ll happily receive our reward.”

“Eh?” You deadpanned. “Excuse me..?”

He looked at you with his signature closed-eyed smile that was anything but trustworthy. His smile widened, some of his teeth poking through.

“You didn’t think Floyd and I did this out of the goodness of our hearts now, did you?~”

Ah.

Of course.

How silly of you. Nothing ever happens around here for free. Everything comes with a price, even kindness.

How could you forget that these two shady eels would want a reward out of this.

You sighed.

So much for getting some sleep.

~~~~

The room was near silent, save for the quiet sounds of whimpers and moans coming from the human prefect. You squirmed in the two’s grasp, unable to handle the pleasure being applied between your legs. You jolted at a particular spark of pleasure that shot up into the pit of your stomach. A low moan slipped past your lips as your toes curled.

You sat between the twins, Floyd sitting on the couch with you in his lap, and Jade kneeling down in front of you, between your legs. Floyd was holding both of your legs open wide, keeping them stretched out so your sensitive area was open and easily accessible to his brother.

Jade was working you open, mouth on your groin, while two fingers pumped in and out of your asshole. His tongue lapped at your folds at a torturously slow pace, being careful to avoid the neglected, swollen bud just begging for his attention. His fingers were slick, curling and searching for that special bundle of nerves.

You were panting at this point; dress top was pulled down to reveal your perky, round breasts, while the bottom of your dress was bundled up and out of the twin’s way. It would have just been easier to take the whole dress off, but Floyd was never one for patience. Speaking of which...

“Come oo~on, Jade, hurry up! I want to stuff Shrimpy already!”

The calmer of the twins gave a few more lavish licks before pulling his head away, a trail of saliva and slick connecting his mouth to you. He licked his lips before lightly chiding his brother.

“You can’t rush these things, Floyd. You’re the one who wanted her ass, but you have to properly prepare her first. You’re not exactly one for being gentle or slow, so I need to spend extra time making sure she can actually take you.”

Floyd let out a whine that melted into an impatient growl. His jaw clenched, wanting desperately to take out his anger on something... or someone. Jade went back to his work, this time sucking on your clit and lavishing it in satisfyingly rough licks. Your eyes rolled back, a silent cry tearing from your open mouth.

Jade’s gaze went back to his twin as he worked their coworker towards her first orgasm, when he noticed the other’s discomfort and brewing anger. He released his mouth from you once more, stopping the buildup and causing a disgruntled groan from you.

“If you must, why not put your mouth to use and give our little singer here a few “love nips” won’t you?”

Your eyes widened and you glared down at the eel in disbelief. Floyd’s sneer twisted back into a smile at the prospect of marking his little shrimpy. Before you could protest, the eel sunk his teeth right into your shoulder blade, drawing a little blood and causing a sharp pain to spread around your shoulder.

You squealed from a mix of pain and pleasure. One of your hands grabbed at Floyd’s hair, trying to tug his mouth off of you, your other hand attempting to hook your fingers at the corner of his mouth to pull his teeth out of your now tender shoulder blade. It was like trying to wrestle an alligator away from its prey. You winced as Floyd released his hold and licked the spot instead, a pleased rumble reverberating from his chest as he gave smaller, but still rough nips along your shoulder and neck.

“Y-You’re a bas-hngh... bastard..!” You directed at Jade.

He didn’t respond, instead, suddenly plunging his long tongue deep inside of you gummy walls, pulling a gasp out of you a he licked deep inside your walls and added a third finger into your puckered hole. You couldn’t help it and let out a loud, gluttonous moan as he fucked you on his tongue. Jade briefly paused his ministries to speak to his twin before plunging back in.

“Keep her quiet now, Floyd. We don’t want anyone else interrupting our fun, do we?”

Floyd’s grin twisted into one of sadistic mischievous as he proceeded to grab your chin and roughly shove his tongue into your mouth and down your throat, the taste of copper filling your senses. You squealed as you felt the twin’s tongues assault both mouths, causing your mind to become hazy from the sensation.

You moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed and hips rocking as best they could. Floyd chuckled at your needy sounds, dangerous teeth lightly biting into your lips. But it wasn’t until you felt a different pair of sharp teeth lightly nipping down there, mixed with the tongue that was pleasuring you, for the coil building up in your stomach to finally snapped.

Your lower region convulsed as a wave of white hot washed over you and you let out a sharp whine that cut off. Your slick walls clenched and squeezed around the other’s tongue. You were too blissed out to hear the excited eel mocking the face you were making or see the smug grin on the other eel twin as he lapped up the access slick. You slowly came down from your high, body limp, and chest heaving.

“Nee, now can I stuff her, Jade?~”

Your leg twitched.

Jade moved back from his position, removing his mouth and hand from inside you to give his brother a pointed look. He sighed and nodded towards your still recovering body.

“Yes Floyd, you can-“

Not wasting any more time, the impatient twin lifted you up and sheathed his entire dick into your still puckering hole. Your eyes widened and a silent scream tore from your throat. You gasped and attempted to adjust to his size. While he may not be thick, he was fairly long, hitting spots deep inside you that made your head spin.

“F-floyd..! Wait, y-you’re too..!“

Ignoring you, he began to move inside, pulling himself out experimentally and pushing back in. You winced at the dull ache of your walls being stretched out by every thrust he gave you. You were mentally thanking Jade for the prior prep.

“Haaa, Shrimpy feels so warm..!”

You didn’t respond, too lost in the shift from pain to pleasure. You attempted to adjust on his lap, only to slip and sink further down his length, earning a moan from both you and the energetic twin. He growled as he reached further into you and latched his sharp teeth onto your other shoulder and resumed thrusting.

“Oh fuck!” You squealed, having given up trying to get the other to be gentler and opting to just enjoy the ride. You rocked your hips in the attempt to meet his thrusts.

You had been too distracted with Floyd to notice the twin still in front of your until you felt a sensation bumping against your sopping folds. You turned your attention to see Jade lining up his equally smooth member at your entrance, rubbing the head along your slit, covering it in your slick.

He was grinning as your body twitched at the contact on your swollen, red clit. Every time his head touched that sensitive nub, a spark made its way across your body, making your ass clench around the other’s dick and your walls to clench around nothingness. Ever the tease as always you supposed.

“Ja~ade, just-ngh! Just put it in already, p-please!”

He hummed, removing his dick and replacing it with his fingers as they lightly teased your entrance and clit. The bouncing from Floyd’s thrusting only adding more to the friction. God, you could feel that coil in the pit of your stomach building again.

“You want me to put it in?~”

“Yes!” You cried.

“Hmm, I don’t know, what do you think Floyd?”

The taunting was making your head hazy from sexual frustration. You just wanted that damn asshole to shove it in you already and nail you like his brother was doing! Floyd, on the other hand, was even more impatient then you were, but still reveled in messing with you. He growled out a chuckle, teeth still nipping at your neck.

“I think you should put it in, Jade. Help me make little Shrimpy scream.~”

Jade’s grin twisted into a sadistic smirk, sending a shiver down your spine.

“With pleasure.~”

Gently, and ever so slowly, he sheathed his cock past your lips until he was all the way inside. You bit your lip as you felt completely stuffed to the brim with both of their cocks nestled deeply into both of your holes.

You unconsciously let out a shaky, satisfied sigh, relaxing in your spot between the twins. A drunken smile curled on your lips as your half-lidded eyes stared blankly at nothing. Your mind was on cloud nine. Nothing else mattered in this moment but the three of you in this room together.

“Hm, quite the face you’re making, Y/N.” Jade teased, thrusting his hips at his own pace, separate from Floyd’s more rough, vigorous ones.

“He he, Shrimpy looks happy.~” Floyd chimed in.

“Yes, she does.”

Your eyes rolled back as your pussy and ass clenched tightly at the feeling of both cocks diving deep into both ends, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you. You felt so incredibly full and you swore you had a bulge in your belly from the fullness. Your moans and soft pleas mixed in with the sound of slapping of skin on skin.

Everything was building up between the three of you as you all chased your peaks. Their thrusts were getting more frantic and disoriented, even Jade’s, and the heat pooling and twisting in the pit of your stomach was surfacing more and more.

Jade placed his thumb on your clit once more and began rubbing it leisurely while placing open-mouthed kisses along your bouncing breasts and chest. The overstimulation of your heated body mixed with the long foreplay was enough to finally snap the coil and your mind went blank with searing hot whiteness.

As your orgasm wracked your body, you clenched tighter around the brothers, helping to send them over the edge along with you. And with the last few thrusts, both twins came almost simultaneously, cocks spurting white strings of cum, painting your insides white. With how stuffed you were, some of their cum leaked out, dribbling onto you and them.

Your body shuddered before completely relaxing against the two, exhausted and spent. Floyd was left panting, having also slumped back against the couch, while his twin, Jade, huffed out a few hot breaths. All three of you were a tried, sweaty mess, but were well pleased with the outcome.

Jade was the first to slip out of you, then prodded his brother to do the same, much to the other’s childish displeasure. A squelching sound was followed by the feeling of cum drizzling out, further dirtying the couch you were still seated on. Jade was attempting to clean himself up, while Floyd stretched and popped any stiff muscles.

You, on the other hand, resigned to stay where they left you to bask in the afterglow of the thorough fucking you just received at the hands of the shady, yet lovable, twins. You watched on as they fixed up their appearance, knowing they had to go back out there and continue their jobs, while you were free to prattle along just a bit longer before making your leave. Your body was still aching in the best of ways, so you opted to wait a bit longer and just watch them before they bid you farewell until later that day.

As your mind cleared of the post-sexual haze, a growing grin pulled at the corners of your lips. You leaned back on the couch and repositioned yourself to something a bit more comfortable. You let out a quiet chuckle; the sound alerted the two as they gazed back over to you with mild curiosity. The grin grew as you gave them a sultry look.

You spread your legs out, raising them slightly as to allow the Leech Brothers a full view of your creamy, white stuffed pussy and pucker. You used your hands to grab at the meat of your inner thighs and pulled apart your lower lips and asshole, causing some of the milky semen to spill out and drip onto the cushions with the rest of the spilled fluids. A vexatious smirk graced your features as you stuck out your tongue playfully; your expression was one of pure satisfied bliss at what the two had done to you. After all, you were the one who suggested this longstanding arrangement to begin with.

So yeah, working at the Mostro Lounge wasn’t all that bad, but sometimes you just needed to blow off some steam and let your two mereel coworkers nail you.

[bdneiceme]

Changes....

Every year, at the end of the year, I always do a reflection of what the year has taught me. More recently I began writing Facebook posts, but 2019 taught me so much that I figured a blog would be much better...

2019, all in all, wasn’t a bad year at all. Uncomfortable? Extremely! Bad? No. I will say, it definitely wasn’t “my year”. I grew in ways that I could of never guessed. I hit record lows, but I gracefully recovered. And with God’s grace I’ll be blessed to enter into the last year of my 20s next week. So here are some take-a-ways that I learned.

1. Rejection is necessary. I can honestly say, my life has been extremely easy for the most part. The life I’ve experienced doesn’t hold a candle to some of my friends. It was imperative that I understood the string of losing, and constantly losing at that, so that I could appreciate how much life has been a breeze. I have seen more closed doors this year than ever in my life. I was angry. I was pissed. It was everybody else, and never me. It became a lot...It wasn’t until I talked to God that I understood that the rejection was protection. Even though the closed door looked like the end of the World, what was on the side coulda been way worse. Learning to take rejection and not turn it inward is an uphill battle, but 2019 definitely equipped me to better navigate those feelings. I’m grateful.

2. Love isn’t enough. With Disney+ shaking the table and having all streaming sites shook, it’s a good time to revisit a lot of our favorite childhood movies. When I was a Therapist I would refer to the “Disney effect” that many Millennials, in my opinion, are cursed with. We saw so many Princesses fall in love, go through trauma, but in the end true love prevailed. In my own opinion, we allowed Disney to romanticize some downright awful relationship standards and through some fairy tale music to it. And now many of us still follow under the unction that “true love” will always be enough. I believed it too, until it wasn’t. I found myself in a relationship this year that I was literally blindsided with. I ignored all logic and hanging out a few times a week turned into a year and half of complete and utter bullshit. Time wasted because love wasn’t enough. That little voice, the pit in your stomach, the lump in your throat...that’s not fear of commitment. That’s God literally giving you signs that, “This ain’t it Chief!” Listen to it ! If you start allowing it, you’ll have to continue to allow it and you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve that. So I cleaned the slate. I pay T-Mobile every month for an alarm clock, but that’s okay. The peace I have is so much greater. I guess my first point goes hand-in-hand with this one. Though I felt rejected, I THANK GOD FOR HIS PROTECTION ! I’m grateful. P.S. Don’t become what hurt you !

3. “No new friends”. When Drake released that track I instantly caught an attitude. At the time, my new friends was better than my old ones and I didn’t get it. Until I did. I felt so alone this year. Not depressed. Just alone. This year I had to depend on me. I didn’t have the support that I desired, I wanted. I went through some of the darkest moments of my life alone. This isn’t a jab at my friends, but I had no idea how much I needed to be alone. I needed to depend on me and only me. I had to be isolated. I didn’t need anyone to try to sugarcoat the reality of me at a fork in the road. I couldn’t afford to fallback into the same pattern of things. Truth is some of the closest people to you will stunt your growth because they don’t want to see you grow, because what happens when they outgrow you? So they plant seeds by telling you it’s everybody else and not you. So while you stay stagnant, they grow, and eventually they’re the ones that outgrow you ! I thought I was abandoned. Friends that I thought I could lean on, I realized quickly, they were not my friends. Friends I had for years were now acquaintances. I was alone. But in those moments, I found me. I had the tough conversations about my own toxic, negative behavior, and in those moments I became a better version of myself. And now I’ve met me again. I’ve been able to meet people,and let my own guard down, who really do care about little ole me. I’ve rekindled friendships that I hindered, some hindered me. But all-in-all, I’m grateful.

4. The power of no. I give great advice. Like really good, but I don’t always listen to my own, but I do give it. I had to learn to say no. This year I felt so drained, until I started saying no. I really do think it means something when someone calls when they could of called anybody. But in the same breath, can you call them? Because of that little revelation I’ll tell someone in a heartbeat now, HELL NO ! Lol but serious when I’m not in a good head space, I tell people I’m sorry, I can’t today, we’ll have to talk about it later. I’m not losing my own sanity so you can process through yours. I’m not caring the weight of your burdens so I can weigh my own self down. I can’t. I won’t. Stress literally triggers so many physical responses that I literally started dealing with my anxiety again. Like can’t breath, gotta take a walk or a drive because I’m so overwhelmed, overstimulated. So I learned to say no. The attitudes will catch you off guard initially, but the freedom of ‘no’ goes a long way. My phone LIVES on DND 🤧 because I’m allowed to be selfish with my time. I’m allowed to not want to hear bad news. My spirit feels lighter. My mind stop racing, I was able to rest, all because I learned the power of no. I’m grateful.

5. Silence is golden. My mother used to tell me all the time that just because something needs to be said doesn’t mean you have to be the spokesperson. Earlier in the year I defended someone who I truly do care about. Ch...I got called everything but a child of God after I did it lol. It doesn’t matter what was actually said, because of my personality anything I say or do is always dragged to the 10th degree. So by the time I read through texts and phone calls, I was, yet again, the wrong one. But the situation taught me that because people already have so many preconceived notions about who and what we are anyway, why waste my time, energy and breath. Learning to silence myself and let things be what they’ll be has truly been a journey. I internalize a lot. Like a lot. I genuinely like to be liked by people. But this year I learned those committed to misunderstanding you will always do just that. I may do some off the wall stuff but my heart is pure. I’ve helped people who have slandered my name and I never told a soul what they did to me, and never will. As sure as I’m writing this blog, it’ll come out. It always does. But I what I have to learn to do is not allow someone to pull that type of behavior out of me. I even started going back to therapy because of it. I’m learning. I’m growing. I’m grateful.

6. It’s okay to be mad, just don’t stay mad. I’ve spent so much of my life bitter. Truth is I wasn’t over so many of the things that were done to me and instead of telling someone I let it turn me bitter. I was angry. I was hurting. I saw so many of my peers have people to lean on and mentor them through the processes and then there was me....I hated it. I still felt like a 6 year old little girl some days. As a child, I was talked about like I was grown. So once I got older, I learned to snap back 10x harder to ensure the disrespect would never occur again. You hurt my feelings? Cool, I’ll demolish yours. 🤷🏽‍♀️ But at 28 who tf wants to live like that? I wasn’t raised like that. It was draining. Then people looked at me to be the bitter one. You know the “jokes” they tell but in all actuality it’s the shade they don’t want to say flat out. It was my narrative. I was sick of it. Letting that fester....it ate at me. I had to give it to God. I always desired to be like everybody else until God touched my heart. It’s a process, but I’m better ! He’s healing me. Working on me. Allowing me the unique opportunity to grow through my own issues has allowed me to give grace to others for theirs. I’m grateful.

7. I’m sorry. I’m ending the blog with 7 points because this one is the most important. I’m learning to take responsibility for my own mistakes. Having the courage to embrace my own shortcomings. I apologize to those I ridiculed, betrayed, lied to, beat up 🥴, humiliated, embarrassed and disrespected. I know this doesn’t excuse the offense, but from the bottom of my heart I’m sorry. In my own disappointments and insecurities I took it out on you, and that you didn’t deserve. Learning to swallow your own pride makes room for the blessings you let pass you by, because your heart wasn’t in the right place. My heart is healing and I literally squirm thinking about some of my past behaviors. At the time, I meant every bit of it, because I was operating from a hurt place. I never gave myself an apology for the person I was trying to survive. I’m trying. Learning to not allow what happened to me, consume me. Forgiving myself for every mistake. Owning who I am and who I am called to be. I don’t want to turn 40 and then start living life 😕 I want to do it now. But I couldn’t get to it because I was my own stumbling block. God has a funny way of humbling you, but what he will do is just that, humble you ! And because of that humility, I can now let some light in I know how wrong I was, but the glory is...it’s a process...but I’m grateful.

I made sure to end every point with ‘I’m grateful’ because I truly am grateful. I’m grateful for it all. The good. The bad. The ugly. I’m grateful. Why? Because I’m still here, so that means it didn’t kill me. It could of, but it didn’t ! This year, this decade....taught me so much. My goodness my 20s taught me some things okay lol but I thank God for the grace He gave me to try to get it right. I’m ready for Scene 29 and I am beyond ready to see what 2020 has to offer ! I deserve it ! Be grateful !

[khdiscussions]

Huge Breakdown: Sleeping Realms Theory

 Tl:dr, I still don’t like the theory, and my rebuttal had almost zero points proven otherwise and you can read the whole thing below of my liveblogging.

The fact that they call Riku’s act an “Act of true love” first of all makes me believe this is meant to sell canon SoRiku and I’m already unimpressed. It shows biased phrasing and takes away from any credibility this theory could ever have with anybody who isn’t a SoRiku shipper because it is ultimately pushing that Sora and Riku are going to be romantically involved and as somebody who really needs to edit her ship list and remove SoRiku...no.

...Okay so the Ultimania already proved this wrong I don’t even have to go through the rest.

Before I go into it, I can see how from just reading their summary, you can fall into the trap, however, the Realm of Sleep and Dreaming Worlds are ultimately the same thing. You cannot enter the Realm of Sleep without Dreaming Worlds unless you are coming to the brink between it and death. As such, it would still require every world Sora visits to be a Dreaming World, and thus have fallen into darkness. Since we know this isn’t the case, my “Alpha Timeline” and “Beta Timeline” labels are fully and 100% accurate. Even the way they describe it “World Line” implies and Alpha and Beta Timeline. If we ignore that KHUx is confirmed to be taking place in data still, the world lines cannot be in the same timeline, as they’d be two separate universes. Meaning the events of Alpha Timeline and Beta Timeline are two separate entities and cannot be condensed into the same Realm.

Meaning even if this is Beta Timeline, Alpha Timeline and anything that happened in it are factually irrelevant, because when Sora and co. slip into the alternate Worldline, because essentially the events of it don’t come to pass or matter. If this was real parallel worlds split, then even if Sora is now inhabiting the mind of his Beta Timeline counterpart (which for the record, he should have his memories if he’s the one who brought them all back) there still needs to be a Beta Riku, a Beta Kairi, etc, otherwise there wouldn’t be Xehanort attacking and even then.

If this is a separate worldline then that still wouldn’t be counted as the same timeline, however. Which the Ultimania directly argues against in its pages when things occur in a single timeline, but I digress.

Other things I find directly wrong as conflicting with power is Sora directly states in KH3 that it was Kairi’s faith in him and her light (her powers alone) that helped him hold his form. Not the PoH’s.

“Riku’s strength comes from his love for Sora”

Actually, in that scene they’re talking about how Riku wants to rescue Aqua, and that’s his desire to “protect what matters.” This is a line that has been paralleled in several games from Riku (most notably in which is Kingdom Hearts 3D) and given the line makes him flashback to Terra, it’s likely that his strength is actually being explained as coming from protecting the people he cared about. Aqua, who gave him the chance to escape the RoD (who he’s trying to protect), Terra, who gave him the Keyblade in the first place, and Sora and Kairi, his two best friends.

When facing the same way, there are also several difference in KH3D’s and KH3′s hair that stand out. They aren’t the same and they point that out in the theory. In this case I don’t think it’s similar enough to be of note.

Second, this does not explain how and why Riku dropped and since he is still dropping a) In the Realm of Darkness into a different realm and different World Line and b) Into a completely separate World Line when he should still be alive in the first. At this point, Riku is alive in the Alpha Timeline and would have no idea of his impending death. A drop should not be necessary. So my Riku point questioning why is still valid.

Xigbar cutting out is also a direct easter egg to us, the viewers to keep us from understanding what’s happening, and not what actually occurs in the game. 

...I want to quit at the logo having bad graphics gradient being used as evidence but I’ll keep going but this kind of shady business practice would likely cause such an amount in distrust that sales after KH3 would plummet and anybody who buys what is the biggest release of the series to be told it’s only that in technicality has no standards. I’m sorry. If this is actually technically KHII.9 my trust in Square and Disney (especially Disney is important, because you should know I am Disney stan 69 and see them as good) is gone. Just poof, gone. No more. And I wouldn’t want to invest in the next big entry because what if it’s just another lie.

(Nitpick: Nomura said an early world in KH3 would be Twilight Town, not that it would be the very first world. Even then, had 0.2 been packaged with KH3 like initially planned, it’s highly likely it and Olympus would’ve been 2.9 anyways.)

(More nitpicks, the TWEWY explanation does not account for the fact that Joshua actually has power to bring people back to life so long as a shred of their soul exists. It sounds like Shibuya got destroyed and Josh saved what little was left of his friends to take to somewhere they could be safe, not necessarily that the Sleeping Realm in specific called out to him. This is again Nitpicking.)

Ansem Reports foreshadow an old plot twist that’s not even valid. Aqua’s magic is now the source that rescued Kairi, not Xehanort’s experiments sending her away. Kairi being flung out the door is also representative of the events of the Island falling and them losing their safety and shelter. It’s not Kairi herself, but Ansem’s arrival on the islands that Xehanort is talking about.

Everything about this seems like it’s trying to invalidate SoKai with the Paopu fruit scene. She eats the fruit. Maybe if you hadn’t opened with “Riku loves Sora and this is Riku’s act of true love” I’d buy that this is real but as it stands the authors come off as salty that SoKai got a Paopu sharing scene.

Kairi’s death is the release of her heart as Nomura called it directly in the Ultimania. I know this was written before the Ultimania’s release but moving on it’s not a death sequence. Even then her death resembles Xion’s so it’d be more inline with the Replica theory floating around, so not a Dream Eater.

“Kairi is the Darkside in the Dive” No.

Even if Kairi did die, her heart has no darkness, all that would happen is she’d fade into darkness. She cannot physically form any dark entity, let alone one that has always been connected to the darkness in Sora’s heart. And yes I read how they point out that it’s made of water but that’s because it’s literally made from the Final World itself. As for where Kairi’s heart is, canon answers this. It’s waiting for Sora, because the Heartless cannot kill or steal her heart through the Lich. Remember back to KH1? Kairi had lost her heart, but rather than form a Heartless, all we got is a body. 

More Ultimania tidbits disproving this, but the Dive to the Heart is meant to take place after the entirety of KH3. This means it’s after Sora leaves to rescue Kairi and has beaten Xehanort.

Kairi being a Chirithy theory my points are still valid on because it doesn’t work. Kairi cannot be a Chirithy because we see her after the drop point in her KH2 outfit. Therefore meaning the cat ears have nothing to do with her after the drop point.

Point on the Dream Portals is accurate and inaccurate. It says they’re ways to travel to other worlds, but everytime they’re used it’s in exactly that way in game. The two pink locations bring Sora closer to the Realm of Light after the Final World, and the second portal takes him into Scala ad Caelum, another world. It ain’t that deep.

More points, Dream Eaters don’t just exist in the Realm of Sleep. Summoning Meow Wow and friends does not matter if they can exist outside of the Realm of Sleep. Scala ad Caelum is implied to be a special world to begin with and I’ll be honest, the Caribbean is probably for ease of gameplay. If anything, I would be more curious in how water in the Realm of Sleep (and memories re:CoM) allows people to walk.

“Gayblade” Your SoRiku bias is showing. (Also Nomura violated a lot of things for rule of cool. You think a gameplay mechanic showing up means something?)

Comparing what happened to Sora and Aqua is very different. Aqua had darkness shoved into her (Nort lite) while Sora actively fell into the deep darkness he was surrounded by. Aqua could’ve emerged from the water, but did not. Sora chased darkness, and fell right in. As for how they saved Aqua in the Alpha Timeline, this wouldn’t have changed? It was Sora using his light to reach Aqua as she fell in the darkness similar to Mickey doing so for her in 0.2, now that she was free of the extra darkness Ansem shoved in her for some fun. It had nothing to do with darkness or sleep.

So we’re talking Toy Story here and his “Not this time” doesn’t add up because if Alpha Timeline is dead and Beta Timeline are a second chance then Xehanort should not have any recollection of the initial timeline/worldline because you still don’t explain why he bothered with following Sora down instead of leaving him to just stay trapped in the Realm of Darkness. There’s no strategic reason to it and Xehanort is a chess master.

“Hey let’s explain shit” Okay first of all the Goofy reference was a way to include the new arc words but without that, the others are all ways to catch up new players so they’d have an idea of what’s going on. There is no in universe reason for it. All of this was excuses for filling in new players. (As for the Unversed: Just because we only see Donald and Goofy at Yen Sid’s Tower does not mean we see what happened to them before they arrived there, jsing. Mickey may have also shown them things. Just because we don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.) Most of the other memory shenanigans are either just springboards for banter or, in Riku’s case, save your energy for the battle against Xehanort ahead.

The Station of Awakening line is pointless since Sora has visited his dive multiple times in the series. As Roxas and as himself in KH2 and KH1 respectively and a final time in 3D when his heart was taken in by Ven’s armor. The Station of Awakening after all, is essentially the stained glass hearts.

Heffalumps stopped only appearing in dreams when they showed up in Winnie the Pooh. Also the promotional material quotes Nomura admitted using because they sounded cool.

Yellow Kingdom Hearts is on KH1′s cover as well. It’s had more appearances. Stands to reason it’s the more official color. Could also be be based on who, what, and how it’s summoned. 

Keyholes: Both Scala Ad Caelum (born from Xehanort’s heart and Kingdom Hearts) and the final Keyhole are forged to deal with sleeping. It makes sense they’d be the same.

YMX’s warnings are referencing exactly what KH3D Sora did. No more complicated theory necessary.

Skipping the Disney world synopsis because I know these worlds far too well at this point for my own Disney sanity.

Pulling symbolism from KH1 when KH2 wasn’t even planned by this point is wrong and also Riku being true love and light reeks very much of that SoRiku bias I mentioned. Okay skipping all this it’s literally just SoRiku and I’m not here for that. I’m here for the theory, not “Why Riku is Sora’s true love.”

“Riku and Kairi both helped Sora hang around” Except Riku dies at this point in the timeline. You can’t make an argument he’s alive because his heart is guided over by the Lich. What’s helping Sora hold on has nothing to do with what it is, otherwise he would just be another shapeless star, like Namine, the Nameless Stars, or the rest. It’s Kairi’s life that gives him the form to come back to life. Saving his heart has nothing to do with it and it just reeks of that same ship bias that was why I skipped the whole section on sacrifice. These 70 pages are irrelevant because all they do is take importance away from Kairi completely in the story, meaning she’s fundamentally useless besides a dark force. Which means Kairi literally doesn’t matter and can be written out of the story.

Kairi’s heart being lost is a full stop. Her heart was released at the end of the game. Saying it’s lost in the Lich sequence makes no sense, especially when she’s the one who guides him back in what is, as noted by PhoenixDowner’s translations, one of the more romantically weighted scenes of the game.

Summary of the more recent pages “SoKai is noncanon and you’re just being mislead it’s actually SoRiku that’s canon” and I’m starting to see where that anon came from...you could’ve saved this theory a hundred pages if you ignored the shipper stuff.

Everything in this ending is literally saying “Kairi doesn’t matter” and “Sora doesn’t care about bringing Kairi back” what the actual fuck?

Okay so I see a lot of talk about Sora and Riku being in the Sleeping Realms (which for the record that secret ending does not tease that but okay) but it still doesn’t explain how the events actually happened. The events of the Sleeping Realms are not the true reality. They’re Beta Timeline but if they never leave the Beta Timeline then the Alpha Timeline is still lost and legitimately none of this matters because at some point they have to leave the Sleeping Worlds, because at the end of the day the Realm of Sleep is still a dream. It still doesn’t happen?

Rage Form is Sora harnessing his darkness.

Rikunort is KH1′s Riku’s heart after he fell to darkness traveling to the awaiting vessel in the future. He’s not Data Riku, and the scene cited from Re:coded is actually a Riku memory held within the Journal’s data, not something happening to Data Riku at all.

In conclusion: I don’t think it’s all a garbage SoRiku fanfiction.

But I think way too much effort went into proving SoRiku was canon.

And also most of the holes I poked in the theory are still pretty valid. 

And now I also know it’s contradicted by several Ultimania interviews whether the original writers acknowledge it or not.

But whatever, it’s not my cup of tea, you guys can still like it.

[kariachi]

More Levinstar!

Mike may have an ego and some narcissistic tendencies, but he’s not a fool.

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Michael Jeremy Morningstar knew exactly how worthwhile he was. He was powerful, he was smart. Handsome, as long as he got enough calories in him. Wonderfully wealthy, since his mother had been good enough to die and his uncle had helped him make sure his stepfather got the exact minimum that marriage guaranteed him. (Really, shunting him into another house. He’d lived in that one longer than she had and they’d dared throw him aside-) Cultured, well read, immaculate. Yes, he had what the rest of the pack politely referred to as A History, and strong addictive tendencies, but he was still a catch, if he did say so himself. Which he did. Regularly.

But none of that meant that he could delude himself enough to think he deserved Kevin.

Not that he hadn’t earned him, mind. After all the effort he’d had to go through to convince him that he was actually interested, that he wasn’t up to something, that he was serious, he’d damn well earned their relationship, and possibly a medal. Fucking hell, how had Gwen ever managed to get him? How had anybody? It’d taken him nearly a year to do it and in the end he’d had to actually grow the man flowers to make his point clear.

Daffodils, specifically. They had a lot of meanings, most all of which had seemed appropriate for the situation.

The effort had been worth it though, because in the end Kevin’d stood there with a bouquet of the best flowers that had ever been (they’d looked like shit, half wilted, chewed to hell, but Mike would hear none of it) nearly doubled over laughing, with one of those stupid room-brightening smiles on his face, teasing him about being too good to just go buy some roses at Wal*Mart (as if he would ever-) And when Mike had retorted with a threat to take them back he’d butted their heads together and looked at him with those stupid eyes and that stupid smile and-

Kevin had all the sense of a rutabaga.

He had no class.

He always smelled like motor oil.

And who used chains as décor anyway?

But, when Mike had finally given up, hit rock bottom and bared his throat, he’d accepted him back in the pack without question. Scarred him up nice and pretty for the half-assed way he’d done it, but accepted him. Smiled. Fed him.

He was still feeding him, going out of his way to make sure he got all the calories he needed and working to put enough flavor into his meals that even his hypogeusia couldn’t fuck it up. (“Really, we probably shouldn’t have been surprised you started eating people, when the gardener and an egg mcmuffin taste about the same…”)

Was still as funny as he’d been back when they were chicks.

Just as fun.

He made absolutely adorable noises when they watched romances and cried during Disney films.

Teased him when he played horror games, took video so the others could laugh at his reactions too, then made him cocoa when he had to take breaks to calm down. Picked up a well-gnawed controller to play through parts and even full games that freaked him out too much, or hit too close to home.

Liked his teeth. Nobody liked his teeth, even Mike didn’t like his teeth. There were too many of them, they were in places they weren’t supposed to be, there were… things, he would very much like to do that he couldn’t because of them. And Kevin just, found them charming, as long as they weren’t lodged into anybody who didn’t ask for it.

He was insane.

He was sweet.

And smart.

And brave.

And loyal.

Cunning.

Charming.

Romantic.

And Mike wasn’t a fool. Kevin was easily as powerful as him when he wanted to be, almost, maybe, possibly made him feel stupid at times, had a rugged handsomeness that would not stop, and somewhere along the line had become even wealthier than him. Add to that his position as head of their pack, his ties to Kur and to the Imperial Clan? (And oh had the others learned that a quick way to get Mike down off his high horse was to remind him of exactly where the Fane clan sat on the social ladder, that being about as far down as you could go while still being reputable.) As much as he wouldn’t say it out loud, Mike just didn’t bring anything to the table in comparison.

Everything worthwhile about him Kevin topped. What did he do in their relationship? Hung out, fucked well, listened to him talk, made sure he didn’t starve during his depressive episodes, and washed dishes. Occasionally comforted him after nightmares or anxiety attacks, or put his enemies through walls. It wasn’t a long list. Certainly not in comparison to the benefits of having a Kevin, who had once gone to the effort of booking them a cruise to Rome because Mike wanted to visit and hated flying outside his own power.

You couldn’t top that. He’d tried. He just, did not deserve him. It was a humbling, numbing thought. That while he couldn’t bring himself to think Kevin could do better, he himself wasn’t enough. And what would he do if Kevin figure that out? That Mike might possibly have been expendable? He couldn’t lose him, he was in to deep. Didn’t know what would become of him if he lost ready access to that smile, that laugh, that stupid way he looked at him when he was just a bit drunk, like he was in lo-

Well.

He was just going to have to hope he never got smart enough to figure it out.

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Q&A with Alexa Bliss, the WWE’s biggest movie villain fan

Alexa Bliss made her Raw debut this past Monday. (Photo courtesy of WWE)

Alexa Bliss is one of the WWE’s fastest-rising stars. The first ever two-time Smackdown Women’s Champion has quickly become a fan favorite thanks to her combination of in-ring ability and her strikingly effective facial expressions when she isn’t roughing up her competition.

Bliss, one of the biggest names in the WWE’s recent “Superstar Shake-Up,” can now be seen on Raw on the USA Network rather than SmackDown Live, where she started her career on the company’s main roster. Yahoo Sports had a chance to catch up with “Little Miss Bliss” regarding the brand switch, how the WWE’s women’s division is providing new role models for young girls and her love of movies and the bad guys in them.

For the second time in less than a year you’re changing rosters and switching locker rooms. What are the pros and cons of the change for you personally?

Alexa Bliss: Some of the cons would definitely be uprooting everything, changing, getting a new schedule, having to meet new people and build relationships with those people almost every eight months now. But there are plenty of pros. I still do get to meet new people, it’s a new environment, a new opportunity. I’m really excited.

You mentioned getting to meet new people, but you’re not coming over alone. Mickie James is coming to Raw with you and your guys’ story has been intertwined while on SmackDown Live. How does having her move over with you help with the transition?

Alexa Bliss: The locker room with the Raw girls, I spent some time with them in NXT, so it’s not like I don’t really know anybody. In the same breath though, it’s great that Mickie is coming over with me and we have had some time to work together and build a dynamic and bring that to Raw. A lot of the girls I’ve worked with in NXT but it hasn’t been for almost a year so I’m excited to get to work with them again.

Alexa Bliss was the first woman to hold the Smackdown Women’s Championship twice. (Photo courtesy of WWE)

You got to work alongside all of the SmackDown women at the WrestleMania 33 match. What was that like for you where you guys get to almost have a swan song of sorts together? Did you guys know this was coming?

Alexa Bliss: We actually didn’t know really what was coming. We didn’t find out anything literally until the day before [the Shake-Up] saying ‘Hey, you’re going to be on Raw,’ so I was like ‘Oh, OK.’

Having the chance to have the matches that I’ve had [as part of the SmackDown Live brand] has been so good. I was also so excited for Naomi at WrestleMania first and foremost because having that moment at WrestleMania, coming in with the title, that was the highlight of my career, so getting to share that moment with Naomi and her regaining the title in her hometown, that was amazing. Working with her again on SmackDown [the following] Tuesday was awesome, it was such a good dynamic.

I love when title changes happen because you get to evolve the storyline and evolve each others’ characters. Each person winds up changing and growing. I was super excited to have more matches together and then I found out that I was going to be at Raw and found out I was going to be making an entrance and that’s kind of when it solidified that ‘OK, I’m here and I’m going to do this now.’ Now I’m just looking ahead to the opportunity and seeing who I am going to get into a story with and how this is going to go.

Who are you most excited to work with on the Raw roster?

Alexa Bliss: Opponent-wise, I’m really excited to work with Bayley. I had a lot of my best matches with her at NXT, she helped me develop a lot as a character and in-ring performer. I’m really excited to work with her again and see how much we’ve both changed in a year. Also Nia Jax, because we’re really, really close friends and I’m excited to be with her again. It’s going to be awesome.

You mention Nia Jax. You haven’t been very shy about your previous struggles with eating disorder and body image. Having someone like yourself who has been through this and beaten it, someone like Nia Jax who has a different body type, even Charlotte, who is a very muscular woman; what it is like to have people like you guys to provide role models to aspiring WWE superstars, young girls, anyone who maybe going through some of those same issues?

Alexa Bliss: I think it’s great. Anybody who is very upfront with what they’ve gone through or how they feel, I think that’s honorable, especially Nia and Charlotte.

I think it’s great. When I was going through my issues, I didn’t really have anyone to look up to and say ‘Well, they went through it and they’re OK,’ because it’s such a hush-hush thing that people don’t talk about. People don’t talk about body image and how we’re supposed to be portrayed or supposed to look. It’s out there in the media but nobody addresses it and says ‘Hey, you don’t have to look like this to be happy. You can be happy with how you are.’

I was that person, I fell into that trap of thinking ‘I have to look this way to be accepted by society or be happy or catch someone’s attention.’ You don’t, and I think it’s great when we can show that every style of person, every body shape, every look anyone has is beautiful in its own way. Everyone has their own perception of beauty and the fact that we can all portray that with how many different women we have in our division and speaking out about it, I think it’s great. I think it’s great that we have someone who everybody can relate to.

It’s been about two years now since the WWE started to push the “Women’s Revolution.” How do you feel about the way the fans have celebrated the arrival of stars like yourself, Sasha Banks, Charlotte, Bayley? Also, how do you feel about the way the veteran stars – Nikki Bella, Mickie James, Natalya – have impacted you coming up and when you were making your way through NXT?

Alexa Bliss: I think it’s great right now for our women in WWE. We are getting so many opportunities to show what we can do.

Everyone says it started with the Four Horsewomen (Banks, Charlotte, Bayley, Becky Lynch), but the women before them, they were doing those things too. The Four Horsewomen kind of gave the audience a voice to say it. They allowed the audience to say ‘Give divas a chance.’

I remember seeing an interview with Nikki Bella and her talking about the women’s revolution and how she was excited because they could finally show what they could do as women.

The veteran girls that have been here have been saying this all along and the Four Horsewomen gave it a voice and allow the fans to say that’s what they want. The fact that we’ve been able to take that and run with it, that’s awesome. It’s great to be woman right now in WWE because now we can show what we’ve been saying all along and that’s ‘We can do these things just as well, if not better [than the men].’

Alexa Bliss confronts Sasha Banks during her Raw debut. (Photo courtesy of WWE)

Your gear during your time on the main roster has been inspired by Harley Quinn, the Riddler, mostly Batman bad guys. Are you a big Batman fan? Comic book fan? How do you incorporate pop culture into your presence in WWE?

Alexa Bliss: I’m such a villain fan. I love comics, I love anything Disney – everyone knows that about me, I’m a big Disney fan – anything that’s fictional, I’m a huge fan of. It all started with Iron Man in NXT. [Buddy] Murphy [Bliss’s real-life fiancée] had the idea of us all three [Bliss, Murphy and Wesley Blake] dressing up as Iron Man and I thought it was such a cool concept, such a cool idea, that I just kept going with it.

I have a few characters left that I haven’t portrayed yet, I have a few more coming that I have the outfits for that I’m just waiting to perfect them. I did go a little non-villain at Elimination Chamber when I wore Superman, which was a lot of fun.

I just like portraying characters but making it my own. The Harley Quinn thing I was really excited about. I was so bummed because when I left NXT, I thought I couldn’t do the cosplay thing anymore.

My last gear in NXT was Freddy Krueger because I’m such a horror movie fan, it’s ridiculous, but I thought when I went to the main roster it would be a whole different ball game. I kind of ran with the Harley Quinn thing, I said I was going to try it anyway and say sorry after [if it didn’t work], but it got a great response and that gave me the freedom to do more.

You’re a big Disney fan, have you seen the new ‘Beauty and the Beast?’

Alexa Bliss: Yes, I loved it. It was great. I saw it the day it came out.

What about comic-book movies? Which are your favorites? What are you looking forward to seeing?

Alexa Bliss: I just saw ‘Logan’ for the first time and I am so obsessed with it. I kept watching it over and over and over.

I liked ‘Deadpool’ and I’m really excited for the second one that’s coming out. Anything that references any kind of X-Men, I love. I really thought it was funny how in ‘Deadpool’ he kept taking shots at X-Men and other stuff, it was really hilarious. Anything that’s in that realm I’m a fan of.

Last question. You’re on Raw now. It’s a totally new experience for you. What are your goals short-term and then for a year from now when we’re coming off WrestleMania 34?

Alexa Bliss: A year from now I hope that I have been able to become Raw Women’s Champion. I would love to be able to hold both titles within a year, I think that would be an awesome opportunity.

I’d really like to see our women in the main event at WrestleMania. I know it’s kind of considered a future thing and no one knows if it’ll ever happen, but in my mind, it’s going to happen and hopefully within a year. Hopefully in a year I’ll be women’s champion and have taken this division by storm.