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shslbunnylover · 1 year

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★★★𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙈𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1

Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Mistress kink, semi-public sex, Top Mel bottom Reader, legal age gap

Genre: Smut

A/n: I got this idea at taekwondo class so deal with it-

Word count: 4.4k

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Sweat dripping down your face, legs shaking in slight pain as you held up your side kick at the mirror in your martial arts studio, still keeping a bright smile as to not let the kids you were teaching get discouraged.

"So it's actually using the side of your foot!" You explain, lifting your arm as your pointer finger slides across the side of your foot that was currently kicking.

After you got a job at Abbott Elementary as Vice-Principal (to somewhat help Ava's incompetence), your usual workout routine had changed significantly thanks to your new lack of free time you had used for exercising. This caused you to have to get your daily training in at the martial arts studio you worked at for fun.

Working out was always incredibly fun for you, and you always tried to get the teachers at Abbott into starting your martial art. But Janine didn't really have an interest in it, Jacob loathed any form of exercising that wasn't his daily run, Gregory didn't like working out with other people and messing up his routine, Ava would only come if she got a date with a hot guy with abs, Barbara thought she was too old, and Melissa...well...you never asked her.

You knew that you shouldn't ask, so you didn't. Seeing Melissa Schemmenti either turn you down in front of everyone and hate you or accepting your offer and having to see the beautiful woman covered in sweat and looking somehow even more alluring? Neither seemed like a good option in your mind.

You knew that if she started working out there thanks to your offer, you'd have to teach her and everyone else, and you wouldn't be able to teach any of them thanks to your massive love for the older woman.

"Master Y/n?" One of your green-belt students, Quaheir, asked, snapping you out of your slight 5 second trance.

Your head quickly darted over to face the little kid, a small understanding yet curious smile forming upon your lips as he looked up at you.

"Yeah kid?" You asked, lowering your leg as to focus fully on any questions the kids might have and to also help with the form of their kicks.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked, pointing to his very sloppy sidekick.

"Not quite! But you're almost there," You chuckled at the innocence yet determination in each of the kids faces. "I'm gonna adjust your leg alright?" You said, to which the kid nodded as you moved his leg into the correct position.

"So it's actually just like-" You were cut off by another master whispering in your ear.

"Y/n, go to the front office, there's a parent here and I think she needs help," He said, to which you quickly nodded and ran to the front office, making sure to bow before you left the mat.

You walked inside of the front office through the back door of the camp room as to grab a few papers for what you thought may be the problem.

"Sorry for the wait! Master Daniel told me you had a problem with...something..." You trailed off at the sight of no one other than the one and only Melissa Schemmenti.

"Y/n?" The older woman asked, obviously confused as she looked you up and down.

"Melissa?" You responded before awkward silence filled the room which was mainly with you being too embarked to speak over the fact that she saw you all sweaty.

"W-What did you need help with ma'am?" You managed to choke out after a minute, your eyes darting to the desk as you sat down on the chair.

Melissa rolled her eyes with a slight dismissing smile.

"You don't need to call me Ma'am, Melissa is fine and you know it," She said, standing as she looked around the front office. "Anyway...I was wondering how I could help my nephew with extra training?"

That made you choke on your water, her nephew went here? How did she not know you taught here on the side then?

"Oh yes! We do offer extra training on Saturdays after black belt training classes!" You smiled, trying to blow off the fact that you had just done quite the odd action.

"Oh that's actually perfect, I'll be able to drop him off here then," The green-eyed woman in front of you replied, grabbing her phone out of her bra to text Kristin-Marie.

You blushed softly, eyes going to update your schedule as you tried to brush away the thoughts about her bra and how you wished you were the one touching her.

"What are you doing?" Melissa quirked an eyebrow at the sight of you just staring at the paper. "Some sort of invisible language on there?" She tried to joke, licking her lips as she crossed her arms.

"O-Oh- Apologies Ma- I mean Melissa," You muttered as a reply, hands quickly writing down the schedule. "So the extra classes are about twent-"

You were cut off by the redhead pulling a couple twenties and tossing them on the table.

"Sold~" She said with a slight smirk, only making you blush even more as she walked out of the office.

You had no clue what got into this woman, you knew her to be aggressive and tough and maybe a little cock, but she was rarely flirty unless it was towards Gary.

Little did you know how much the older woman was blushing as she left the building and retreated to her car. The sight of you in such a uniform and with sweat down your face was just too hot for her and her stupid libido.

"God damn it Y/n..." She muttered.

She always knew she liked you in a romantic and even sexual way, but God were those feelings increased when she saw you in your uniform and black belt. Your beautiful yet not intimidating face being covered in sweat from helping kids and doing the workouts yourself certainly didn't help.

The older woman turned on her car, fumbling with the radio as she put on some classic 70's music to try and drown out how attracted to you and turned on she was.

Meanwhile you sat in the front office, face buried in your hands as you tried so hard to stop your legs from kicking like an excited child.

"Look I for one admire black actors and I consider myself an ally to the black community, but I think Denzel Washington isn't all that great!" Jacob said, tucking into his breakfast sandwich he had brought from home, about to speak once again before the door to the room swung open.

"Did you guys know that Y/n is a teacher at that martial arts school near the cheesesteak spot?" Melissa asked everyone as she walked into the teachers lounge with an aggressive walk.

"Woah!" Jacob, Janine, and Gregory all exclaimed at the same time, putting their hands up in the air as to show their lack of wanting a violent conflict between them and the redhead.

Barbara just looked up at Melissa along with a couple of other teachers, looking back down as they've seen her angrier and weren't really fazed.

"Why are you upset about it? And yeah we knew, they asked all of us to join the school so she could hang out with us more! Didn't she ask you too?" Janine reasoned, which only made Melissa more confused.

"What? No! H-How'd she-?!" Melissa sighed, plopping herself on the chair she always sat at next to Barbara, who was reading her Bible. "Did you know about this Barb?" She asked the kindergarten teacher, rubbing her forehead as she sipped her coffee that she had from at home.

"Oh yeah, she asked all of us, poor Y/n, I wish I could have gone. I knew I was too old but I didn't think everyone else would deny their offer," Barbara sighed, closing her Bible as to face the redhead. "I don't know why she wouldn't ask you, you're a fighter, you would have said yes,"

"I know whyyyyy~" Mr Johnson said with a smirk as he entered the room with his janitorial supplies.

"Well? Answer before I shove that mop so far up your ass that the strings become your tongue," Melissa growled, looking at the old man who had just entered the room.

"Well first, why don't you tell us why youre so upset that you didn't know~?" He smirked, wiggling his eye brows as he emptied the trashcan in the room.

Melissa placed down her coffee mug with a massive blush. "You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled, sighing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Look I just-"

"Wait- Let me guess, you probably saw them in their uniform all hot and sweaty and you got all flustered?" The janitor smirked.

"How the hell did you know? Are you working with the feds?!" Melissa exclaimed, looking up at Mr Johnson as he stood there smirking. "Did one of youse guys decide to film me out of school?" She asked with an angry tone, pointing a nearby plastic fork at each of the camera men, making them all internally shudder from how scary the redhead was.

"I heard through the Janitoral news outlet," He shrugged vaguely,

"What the hell is the Janitoral news outlet?" Gregory muttered to Janine, giving a side eye towards the cameras as to ask them the same question.

Janine also side eyed the camera, and she whispered back to Gregory.

"It's the Mr Johnson way of saying he has his ways and to not question it," The shorter woman replied, to which both of the teachers stared at the camera before turning back to Mr. Johnson.

"Now you wanna tell me why they never told me?" The redhead growled, eyes rolling as her cheeks became laced with more blush.

"It's because they like youuuu~ And they didn't want to see you all hot and sweaty cause it'd distract them from their teaching," Mr Johnson smirked, walking out of the room only for his spot to be filled by Ava.

"What's going on in here? Don't tell me I missed more drama, and if I did yall better tell me what it's about," She said as she strutted in, waving her freshly manicured pointer finger at the teachers in the lounge.

No response.

"Actually, nevermind, I'll get Y/n to give it to me," Ava shrugged, grabbing her coffee as she poured a giant streamline of sugar from a nearby packet into the liquid.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called by Ava as she noticed you walking by the teachers lounge.

"Hey girl get your silly ass in here! I need you to collect drama from these teachers since they won't tell me what the hell is going on," Ava said, eyes not meeting yours as she stired a straw in her cup to mix around the particles in the cup.

You tilt your head, your hand rubbing your neck uncomfortably as you chuckled nervously.

"Oh okay!" You smiled as you looked around the room, not wanting to deny your boss's request while also not wanting to accidentally increase any drama, not knowing that you and Melissa were the subject of said drama.

"So... ehe...what's the drama that Ava wants to know about...?" You asked with a slight stutter in your voice, rubbing your neck a bit more forcefully, your eyes trying to avoid Melissa as much as possible once you had seen that she was already there.

"I don't know what drama Ava is talking about," Melissa scoffed, rolling her eyes which somehow got you even more flustered.

"Oh I see, then I'll be on my way, see you guys at lunch!" You smiled quietly, taking that excuse as your only chance to leave and waving goodbye with a shaky hand as you quickly darted out of the room.

Avoiding Melissa the rest of the week was hard, you didn't even know why you were doing it! You just couldn't get over how embarrassed you felt everything you were around the older redhead.

But you knew you couldn't avoid her for long, not only had she probably tracked down where you had been going for lunch everyday, but she was bringing her nephew to a private martial arts class that only you were teaching.

It didn't make matters any better when your car broke down in front of the school when it was only just you and Melissa left on the campus.

"Fuck..." You muttered, putting your head on your hands as you sighed, leaning on the car while shutting your eyes in frustration knowing you'd have to ask your stupid school girl crush for help.

Luckily for you, the redhead was only a few parking spots away and had just left the building.

"Y/n? You good?" Melissa asked, walking over to you as she noticed your frustrated expression, trying to ignore her urge to ask where the hell you had been and why you had been avoiding her for the past week

You shook your head in dismay, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"No...my stupid ass car broke down," You mumbled just loud enough for the woman to hear, causing her to walk over and wrap a hand around your waist.

"Here I'll take you to the studio, we are both going there are we not?" She smirked as to try and get you to laugh, but only managed to make you blush like a schoolgirl who just got asked to play spin the bottle with her crush.

You nodded, sitting down in Melissa's car as she opened the door before she got in on her side, a hand sliding to your thigh as she turned on the car, the sounds of the 70s radio filing your ears before it suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, I'm a little old," The redhead blushed, turning off the radio as she pulled out of her parking space before putting her hand back on your thigh.

You quickly switched it back on, and you quickly shot a soft smile in the woman's direction.

"No please dont apologize, if you like it, keep it on!" You beamed, your endearing smile making the woman who was currently holding your thigh blush a bit harder.

Melissa reciprocated the smile much to your surprise, and you two sat in the car in peaceful silence, your hand creeping up to caress Melissa's as a silent gesture of gratitude for her kindness.

Once you two got back to Melissa's house where her nephew was, who you recognized as one of your more troublemaker students, Wilson, the three of you finally headed to to studio, beginning to finally all talk to each other.

"So you're dating Y/n huh Aunt Melissa?" Wilson asked with a fat smirk on his face.

Before you could even say anything, you were cut off by your co worker speaking in a very stern voice.

"Master Y/n, you will respect them, won't you hon?" She asked, not in a scary way but in a 'I mean business' way. "And no, we aren't dating,"

The blond nodded, looking out the window at that passing trees as you and Melissa began to talk.

"You know, you look really nice in your uniform hon," The redhead complemented you before realizing something. "Hey don't you need it for the class?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the complement you didn't think was true.

"It'll be just us, I'll be able to get away with wearing a spare summer one, " You explained, squeezing Melissa's hand slightly as she went back to resting it on your thigh.

"Yeah...you guys are 100% not dating," Wilson scoffed with a smirk, to which the both of you gave the young man a death glare that shut him up.

Once you guys had finally arrived, you sat Melissa down on the bench where she could watch and you gave her a clipboard incase she had any work to do before you went into the camp room to get changed.

Wilson turned around and looked at his aunt, a small pure smile forming on his face instead of his usual cocky smirk.

"You really like them don't you?" He asked Melissa, to which the older woman replied with just a simple sigh.

"You could say that..." She responded.

"You know they're single right?" The blond reminded his aunt as he began to stretch.

"I know I just-" Melissa tried to reply before the sound of you coming out from the other room emerged.

"Hey, you ready to get started?" You asked Wilson, walking onto the mat as you revealed just what you looked like in the summer uniform to Melissa, making the green-eyed woman look away as to not accidentally start staring at your figure.

Wilson nodded, and the two of you quickly began on working on different types of kicks and forms, focusing all your attention on helping the kid improve, meanwhile Melissa had all her attention you.

She looked at you with love in her eyes, and she simply just knew she was in love with you the moment you had indirectly shown her how good you were with kids for the first time.

Sure, she always thought you were endearing when the kids would gush about you being a cool vice principal, but this was different in some way. She didnt just want you to be her partner. She wanted you to be hers. The more she looked at you, the more she just wanted to kiss your lips and make you feel amazing.

Little did she know you felt the same way.

The older woman always capitavted you with how she carried herself when she was going through different emotions, how she helped kids who seemed helpless, just everything about the redhead truly made you feel like a fan gushing over the newest celebrity.

"Hey its time to go," You heard an unfamiliar voice say as you helped the kid next to you with his roundhouse kicks.

"Excuse me, who are you?" You asked sternly, putting yourself in front of Wilson.

"I'm his mother, Kristin Marie? Do you not remember me you big bimbo?" The blonde woman asked you, giving you a second before you finally recognized her when Melissa stood up.

"Kristin I said it ended at 6:30 not 5:30 you dumbass," Melissa sighed in annoyance.

"Oh my god- I must have made a mistake of some sort I-" You tried to apologize, before Melissa cut you off by pressing her finger to your lips while still facing her sister.

"Youse can leave if you want to, but you and that lazy eye are paying me back," She said sternly before watching Kristin Marie and Wilson leave,

You sighed, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"I'm so sorry Melissa I'll get you a refund I didn't know that she would show up," You explained, leaning back on the wall before getting back up again to fsce the red head woman who had now also stood up from her seat on the bench.

"No need to do that hon, you can just teach me," Melissa shrugged, tossing off her coat at shoes perfectly on a chair with a slight smug smirk that made you feel absolutely soaked in your underwear.

"Are you sure...?" You asked nervously, anxious about having to get close to the woman.

"Mhm, y'know I would have done it with you earlier had you had just asked me and not everyone else," She crossed her arms, licking her lips for good measure as she looked you up and down which somehow made you feel even more turned on.

You chuckle nervously, brushing off the comment before speaking again.

"So what do you want to learn?" You asked with a smile.

"Why don't you show me your...hmm...how about your roundhouse kick?" Melissa replied,

"Uh okay?" You said with a confused and curious tone evident in your vocals.

You got into a kicking stance, before throwing a somewhat hard roundhouse kick at Melissa, only for the older woman to grab your kicking leg and pinning you onto the wall, cupping your face tightly with her other free hand as she continued to lift up your leg.

"Eep...!" You squeaked, blushing massively as you looked away, not wanting to fight back. "M-Melissa...what are you doing?" You whimpered, confused by the sudden boldness of the woman pinning you against the wall.

"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to slap me, push me away, or whatever you want to do...alright?" She asked before slamming your lips together, "But I don't think you'll refuse this..."

You knew what she meant, and all you wanted was what you were doing now.

You cupped her face with one of your hands, wrapping the other around her waist and up her shirt to tug on her bra.

"Want you..." You mumbled, looking at Melissa with pleading eyes as your thighs rubbed together to create any kind of friction to get some pleasure from.

"Need you..." Was all Melissa replied, taking off your shirt and admiring your sweaty yet toned body from all the working out.

The older woman wasted no time at the thought that this was her chance to finally make you feel as good, as good as you had always made her feel when you were stuck in her head on those lonely nights with just her and her fingers. She quickly began to nop at the skin on your neck, leaving hickeys trailed across your most sensitive spots which only left you more of a moaning mess.

"God your moans are so intoxicating, it's beautiful," Melissa praised you, her eyes trailing your figure as she slid off your pants and shoved you down onto your knees. "And Jesus Christ Y/n, you look so hot all sweaty and tired from a workout...it just makes me want to make you have a whole other type of workout,"

She quickly also sat down on a collection of mats in front of you and spread her legs, turning you a bright red color.

"You may be a master here, but tonight I'll be your mistress..." She smirked, pulling your hair softly towards her as you eagerly took off her pants and slid them away from her body, selfishly burying your mouth into the woman's cunt, but not before you slid off her panties using your teeth only.

You whimpered softly as your tongue met the woman's pussy, she tasted so addicted and you wanted more, you wanted to keep hearing her praises and moans that left her lips.

"Nygh...yeah angel, you're doing good, keep going..." She moaned as the shock waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

You continued to eat the woman out with pure passion with each movement your body made, obscene and lewd slurping and licking noises filling the room you usually got your energy or frustration out in other ways.

"Mistress...you taste so good..." You muttered, eyes looking up to meet Melissa's sweaty and blush covered face.

"Complement me later hon, make me cum first," She replied in a demanding tone, her eyes looking down at you before they rolled back into her head from the pleasure.

You nodded and continued to flick at her clit, sliding two of your fingers inside of the redheads beautiful pussy as she moaned loudly from how good you were making her feel.

"Fuck yes~! Angel I'm close don't stop~!!" Melissa exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand as the other kept a tight hold on your head so that you wouldn't stop.

You continued to slurp up all of her cum as Melissa moaned out her orgasm for a couple more minutes, only to be stopped when Melissa pushed you down stomach first into the air.

You let a whimper escape your lips at the loss of warmth and sudden feeling of hitting the mat below you, your mouth and chest were covered in Melissa's doing, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mistress...what are you going to do?" You asked with a pleading yet curious tone.

Melissa smirked and slapped her hand across your ass, making you moan loudly at the sudden sting.

"Ass up," She demanded, still keeping her soft voice that she only used for you.

You did as told, and were immediately met with the reward of three of Melissa's fingers entering your tight hole.

You managed to choke out a moan as a string of profanities and whimpers left you lips, your pussy engulfing Melissa's fingers as tightly as possible, making it slightly harder for Melissa to move faster.

"Damn princess, you are tight...aren't you baby?" She asked as she sped up the pace of her fingers that were pumping into your pretty hole

You nodded, loud moans and cries of ecstacy leaving your mouth as you felt your climax coming.

Melissa smirked as her fingers felt themselves becoming harder to move thanks to your approaching orgasm, and she just curled them perfectly so that they hit your g-spot, making you scream out her name.

"MELISSA PLEASE!" You screamed, only to met with another slap to your ass.

"Mistress." She corrected you, continuing to smirk as she knew you're climax was coming.

"I'M SORRY MISTRESS PLEASE JUST DONT STOP!" You exclaimed, tears beginning to fall from your eyes and onto the mat below.

"I'm not Angel, go ahead and come for me, I want to taste you all over my fingers," She cooed, rubbing your reddened ass with her other hand that wasn't inside you.

You wasted no time after hearing that, and you just lost all composure as you let out a loud moan and fell perfectly on the mat as you came, Melissa sliding her fingers out of her as you did so.

The red head licked her fingers clean of your cum before pulling you up and putting you on her lap, rubbing your pussy in circles to help soothe the ache you had from such a huge climax.

"Did I make you feel good Angel?" Melissa asked, occasionally bringing her hand up to her mouth to lock off the sticky mess that had collected onto her fingers.

"M-Mhm..." You mumbled, burying your face in her shoulder as you blushed softly.

"So now do you wanna ask me to work out with you?" The green-eyed woman teased,

You nodded very admitally, and you shoved your face in her breasts as if they were pillows.

"I dont know why I didn't sooner..."

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The Interview - Chapter 28

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 1968

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 28

Getting home took far too long, and then everyone wanted to catch up and find rooms, and all that other stuff you do with family when all the estranged members and new boyfriends showed up just before Christmas. All Melody wanted to do was take Steve back to her room and make up for lost time. She’d been so wound up and stressed that all she wanted to do now was work out that stress.

At dinner, there was a lot of talk about what the plans are from here on out. Melody didn’t have a concrete idea of what her plans were, but Steve seemed a little more certain.

“The legal team is putting pressure on the DB to post a retraction. Despite his blustering, it looks like it will happen within the next week. We’ve found out that Norah Winters has already been fired. The police are investigating whether or not theft charges can be filed. They need to find evidence that she actually stole the journal and without the journal that will be difficult. Also, it’s hard to put a value on it, so it may not be worth it. Regardless, we’ve started proceedings to have both her specifically and the DB charged with liable. Melody, in particular, has an excellent case for that, because she no longer feels safe to work there, and thus her income and reputation has been severely hurt,” Steve explained over dinner. “Of course, it would have been better if none of this happened, but we get the feeling that this was a case of jealousy on Norah’s behalf. She’d been wanting to be the superhero reporter, but she’d alienated everyone. Then Melody came along and we were all quite happy to talk to her. It irked her and she wanted Mel out.”

“Well, it worked,” Melody said.

“It did, but she’s out of work now too,” Steve said.

It was a small comfort. Melody’s whole reputation was ruined. As far as the public was concerned, all the reasons they wanted to hate her because she dared to date Steve Rogers had now been confirmed. It would be hard to have any kind of public online presence now without attracting hate. Norah on the other hand might be vilified by some, but she’d have a huge audience of people wanting her to spill more dirt.

There was nothing more that could be done about that now, and it was not something Melody wanted clogging up her thoughts now that she had Steve here with her anyway. She’d worried about her new career path after Christmas.

Finally, they were saying their goodnights. She hugged Bobbi in the hallway, rocking side to side with her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Yeah. Me too,” she said. Melody knew it had to be hard for Bobbi to be here too, so she wasn’t sure that she was completely happy to be here, which made the fact that she was happy enough to be with Melody even more special. “Alright,” Bobbi said, patting her back. “Go get your man. I can see how antsy you are.”

Melody laughed as she pulled back. “Night,” she said.

“Good night,” Bobbi chuckled.

Melody stepped into the bedroom with Steve and kicked the door closed. “Hello,” she said, looking up at him.

“Hey,” Steve replied.

There was a pause where they both just stood staring at each other. “Mel…” Steve said softly.

They surged forward, colliding with each other. Melody wrapped her arms around his neck and his curled around her waist, lifting her as their lips connected.

She curled one leg around his waist and he carried her to the bed, placing her on it as he moved on top of her. Melody’s closed started to feel restricting and in the way. She scrambled first to try and get his off and then to get hers, but with how tightly they were pressed together, and how they clutched at each other, it was almost impossible.

“Steve,” she said breathlessly. “Too many clothes.”

Steve sat back and pulled off his shirt, and as he did, her hands went to his pants and began to work his pants down. When his cock sprung free, they moved to her clothes. Steve practically tore them from her, leaving them in tatters around her naked body.

She grappled at him, pulling him back down on top of her and into another searing kiss. When he’d settled between her legs, she wrapped one around his slim waist and drew him in, and with one smooth stroke, he entered her.

She gasped, arching her back and clenching her walls to grip his cock tight and pull him in deeper. Steve let out a deep moan. “God, I missed this,” he breathed.

She clutched at him like she was trying to pull her down into him more. “Me too. I missed you. Steve. I love you, Steve.”

He bunched his hand in the back of her hair and held her there as he looked down into her eyes. His normally light blue eyes were blown out black with lust. “I love you too. I’ll never let that happen again. I promise.”

He kissed her again, claiming her lips with his. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. It was like she was trying to merge their bodies into one. Steve was only too willing to give her what she wanted. His hands slid around her hips and up under her back, making her spine curve off the mattress as he pulled her up against him. He rolled his hips slow and deep, thrusting in as deep as she could take him, the head of his cock nudging against her cervix. When he pulled back, he rubbed the base of his cock against her clit, adding to the intense sensations rocketing through her.

Her lips trailed from his mouth, along his jaw, to just under his ear, and she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “I missed you,” she mewled. “I missed you, Steve.”

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he murmured breathlessly. “I missed you too. I’ll never do that to you again. Never.”

He picked up his pace, thrusting into her, making the bed rock below them and bang against the wall. Melody cried out, arching her back under him and grabbing hold of the headboard. Steve’s hand went to her mouth, muffling her sounds. “Shhh,” he whispered in her ear. “You need to be quiet.”

She moaned, writhing under him. She wasn’t sure that she could keep quiet. Everything felt too good. Too intense. He filled her perfectly, and when she angled her hips just right, the head of his cock hit her g-spot and sent a wave of pleasure right through her. She was careening toward the peak of her orgasm. She was just considering whether she should reach down between their bodies to rub her clit when it hit her like a tidal wave, crashing down on her and sending her tumbling over the edge. She lost all control over herself, her loud cry muffled by Steve’s hand, and was left dazed and panting as the waves washed over her.

Her cunt hadn’t even stopped quivering when Steve pulled out and flipped her over. The move was so commanding and hot that she quickly scrambled onto her knees, her legs spread just enough for him to move between them. Her slick ran down her thighs in little rivulets and when Steve slammed back into her aching cunt, it made a wet squelching sound.

He didn’t hold back, pounding into her from behind, their bodies slapped together again and again. Melody couldn’t focus. She bit down into the pillow to smother her moans as he railed into her. Her hand snaked down under her body and she began to rub her clit.

She came again and again, over and over, until one orgasm blended into the next, and all she could do was lie there limply and take it. “Please, Steve. Give it to me. I need it,” she mewled, clenching her walls tight around his cock.

Steve moaned through gritted teeth, his head falling back and with one more hard thrust, he came, pumping into her. She could feel his cock pulsing as it emptied inside her.

“Oh god, Steve,” she moaned. “Yes… fuck, baby.”

Steve hummed and ground his hips in one last time before pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside her. As he lay on his back breathing heavily, Melody rolled over and curled into the crook of his arm. They lay there quietly, riding out their orgasm highs. Steve’s heart thundered against her ear and she listened as it slowed and evened out to his usual slow rhythm.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, a soft sleepy smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she hummed. “God, Steve. I love you so much. I hate being apart from you.”

He frowned and leaned down pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her lips. “I know. I don’t like it either. This - what happened - I’m not going to let it happen again. But you know that there are going to be times that I can’t be around. My work…”

Melody pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked down at him. “I know, Steve. I’ve had the separation by mission before. I’m not gonna lie, I hated it. I hated worrying and not having word from you, and thinking maybe you’d died. It was hard. But I wasn’t alone. I had Mattie and Bobbi. And I knew you at least wanted to come home to me. That is part of you. And I get it. I wouldn’t change that part of you. You help people and it’s one of the reasons I love you. Besides, when you get back, it means reunited sex, and we just proved how great that was. This was different. I was alone and I thought what happened was enough to turn you off me.”

“I’m sorry. I need to communicate better,” he said.

She shrugged. “We both do.”

“I just wanted to make sure you knew what it was like to be with me. I’m serious about you. There’s going to be lots of times when I want to be with you, and I can’t, and I won’t be able to call. I don’t want to hurt you, so if that’s something you can’t live with…”

She placed her finger on his kiss-swollen lips and shook her head. “I can. As long as you can live with those people saying all those terrible things about us.”

He shook his head. “I feel like that’s my fault, not yours. Do you think that article would have been at all interesting to anyone if you weren’t dating an Avenger?”

“Maybe not,” she said. “And I admit, that stuff is hard for me to read. But it’s something we both have to live with.”

“I don’t care what anyone else says about us. I know what's real. I know what's in my heart. I love you, Mel.”

Melody looked down at him, and she could picture a whole life with him. A home in Brooklyn. A dog. Getting married. Children. Date nights. Marathon sex sessions. Being held in his strong arms. Being harassed on the internet. Nights alone worrying. Tending to wounds. The good and the bad mesh together to form a full well-lived life. He was her person. She knew that. All that bad was worth it because the good could be so good. He was right. She knew what was in her heart.

“I love you too,” she said and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and she knew they were going to be okay.

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

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Love Belt - Choi Jongho

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending :D

Warnings: Jealousy, Crying, Ghosting, Kissing, College D:, Cursing, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k exactly WE UP!!

Pairing: c. jh x gender non-specified reader

(a/n): hiiii~ I was like, super sad the other day and kept listening to love belt on repeat for hours. so I decided to write this. I recommend listening to Love Belt for this fanfic, but who knows, maybe I'll make a playlist for every fanfic! Enjoy~ Mwah!

“I just don’t understand why he is so angry over me having a new study partner, we don’t even have the same classes anymore!” you rant to your best friend frantically, your hands moving just as fast as your mouth.

“Do you think you’re spending too much time in the studio, and Jongho is jealous or something? I mean, even I’ve noticed your study sessions turning into full-blown study nights,” Mel was trying desperately to calm you down, especially knowing how dramatic you can be at times. She just couldn’t believe that Jongho, of all people, would be the one ignoring you, “ He has been busy lately too, maybe he is just tired, or maybe your schedules don’t match up well.”

“I know his schedule by heart, which is also why I know that he has been ignoring me. I’ve tried to meet up with him every day this week dammit! The thing is, I haven’t done anything new besides study with Hyunjin these days,” the stress from the previous two weeks spills out of your mouth, and your fingers go cold despite the warm drink in your hands.

“It’s only been two weeks, and next week is finals week. He could be studying, take a breath friend. Breaking down in a cafe would make you so embarrassed later,” Mel’s hand rested on your shoulder as you let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t know Mel. He has never been this distant, not for two weeks at least. Maybe a day, maybe even a week, but he would always come back to talk it out,” the blood rushing in your ears and the lump sitting heavy in your throat made it apparent how affected you were by his absence. Even if you wanted to act unbothered, you couldn’t. It was Jongho after all, how can you be calm when you feel you’ve just lost your home over a damned study partner?

“It just feels absent without him around me for this long. I feel like everything I lay eyes on is tarnished. This is just stressful, and for what?” Mel sighs, her arms wrapping around your shoulders and squeezing you tight. You lean into her touch, chasing the fleeting sense of relief it gives you. Still, your heart wrenches with loneliness as a memory of Jongho’s smile invades your consciousness.

“I know, hun. How about you try again tonight, hm? Ask him to come over.”

“I have to paint with Hyujin tonight. I have my final project due next week and I’m struggling with the perspective view of the buildings. Ughhh and the reflections are absolutely going to kill me on top of my analysis of-” Mel throws you a scathing look, and you take it as your clue to stop spiraling about things you had to do.

“You have time to do those later. Jongho may need you now, so what do I say?”

“Focus first on what matters to me, and everything will fall into place. My finals do matter… but I have all week to study. I need to see Jongho tonight. Thank you Mel.” She smiled, raising a hand perpendicular to your face.

“No need to thank me love, 'cause you’re paying for my coffee! Mwah!”

“I take everything back. Seonghwa likes girls who pay for their own coffee, he told me himself for real.”

“Nice try, I may be drunk in love, but I’m not stupid in love,” giggling, you two went up to the register to pay. You’re day felt a bit brighter now that you had a plan, and a beloved (albeit mischievous) friend to share it with.

. . .

‘Jongho, we need to talk. Now, actually.’

tdybear

‘Thought u had to study. With Hyunjin.’

‘Cancelled. I wanted to talk with you.’

tdybear

‘I’m studyin rn. Can we talk later?’

‘U can keep playing the avoidance game Jongho,

but we’ll both end up losing. I’m not trying again,

and I’m not finna reschedule nun.’

tdybear

‘Where r u?’

‘apartment.’

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You threw your phone down on the bed with a sigh of frustration. One thing you’d come to learn throughout the years was just how stubborn Jongho could get. In truth, you couldn’t help but be a little frustrated with the fact that this was all over a fucking study buddy. Hyunjin and you had been acquaintances since your freshman year, yet now is when the issue starts? It was all so confusing. Still, there was that part of you that relished in the fact that Jongho was coming, because he didn’t want to lose you. If your heart was a glass, what had been a quarter full for the last two weeks is overflowing. You wanted to see his face.

You keep pacing around the room, swimming in a pool of your disturbances. You are so frustrated, the lump in your throat being a telltale sign of incoming tears. Your heart is beating impossibly fast, and when you hear the doorbell ring out from the living room, it is like seeing the sun rise over the horizon after a lifetime of living in the dark.

When you open the door, all you can see is him. All you can feel is him, and as angry as you want to be; you greet him with a warm smile and a hug that lasts all too long, and he does the same. Just for a moment, everything is normal.

. . .

For all of the affection you had given each other at the door, the tension that filled your living room after was miasmic. You both sat awkwardly on the loveseat, periodically shifting around.

‘I can’t take this anymore. I'M GOING INSANE HERE!’

“So, did you want to talk to me about something? Did something happen?” You could have burst a blood vessel right there.

“Did something happen? Jongho, pray tell. When was the last time you saw me?”

“About… two weeks ago…” The silence that followed was deadly, and all you could do was cross your legs and look at him. Shifting on the couch, he fiddled with his fingers before clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Look… I’ve been… busy. You know how demanding my major is.”

“I’m an artist, and I always have time for you. Art and music are quite close in workload and nature, are they not?”

“You’ve been busy too, with Hyunjin. I didn’t want to interrupt you two.”

“I invited you over when Hyunjin wasn’t even here.”

“He’s been here? I thought you only worked in the studio.”

“He may be my study buddy, but he is also my friend. A friend which I was desperately in need of for the past two weeks.” He huffed at that, his cheeks and ears slowly warming, until even his nose was pink. He was frustrated. You were losing your patience, and he could tell by the glare cutting into the side of his head.

“Look, if you don’t want to talk to me, for whatever reason, tell me. I’m tired of going back and forth with myself about what I did or how you feel. I have my own life, and whether or not you want to be a part of it is your choice,” you said simply getting up from the couch to open the door. Though part of you was sure he would stay, the other part was petrified that he would get up and leave. If that door closes and he isn’t in the room, you think that your heart will stop beating. Or the world will stop turning.

“Wait… do you promise not to think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” you fight a smile as you sat back down beside him, a supernova of hope going off in your heart. He smiles, and you see colors for the first time in two weeks. His laugh invades your senses, and you smell the cologne he always puts on after he showers; for a moment, you are home. Then the room went silent, and all you could do was hold out your pinky.

“I promise.” He sighs when his pinky loops into yours, holding onto it, and putting your hand in his lap. You pray he can’t hear the way your breath hitches, and he hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Did you miss me at all? When you were with him?”

“I miss you every second my hand isn’t in yours.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?” His fingers intertwine with yours as he caresses the back of your palm.

“I saw how happy you looked beside him, how similar you guys are. How much he can really help you. I mean, he’s an artist. For the first time in my life, I was scared that you would leave me. I know, we’re just college friends, we may be bound to lose contact in the future. But the thought… I just can’t take it. So, I left first. I wanted to prove that I could live without you.” He is gripping your hand now, his head hung low. His breath hitches loudly, and for the first time in years, you see him cry. Your voice coos out, as your free arm wraps around him.

“Fuck…” You sniffle as the lump in your throat reaches a fever pitch, “well… can you?”

“...No.” When he says that, something in you shatters and rebuilds itself, so many emotions flood you at once, and it wrenches a sob out of you.

“Don’t cry…”

“You’re one to talk…” and suddenly the sobs are mixed with laughter. The world is so much brighter when he is around.

“I’m sorry. I’m too jealous and too headstrong. If you were to be in love with him, I would still want to be in your life. Even if it means I won’t be able to talk to you as much. I swear that if the world ended, I would only need you to survive.”

“In love with him?” you giggled, tears still escaping your eyes, “Why would I be in love with Hyunjin?”

“I don’t know… your similarities. How soft he is around you. He makes affection with you look so easy.”

“That’s just what he is like Jongho. Even if Hyunjin were to have feelings for me, which I guarantee he doesn’t, I still would have to reject him. No one could ever compare to the way you make me feel. The way you make me hurt.” Three words burn in your throat, as you eyed Jongho’s reaction. You want nothing more than to feel his lips on yours. You burn for him.

“You don’t like him?”

“He’s nothing more than a friend to me.”

“What am I to you?” You smiled nervously as silence settled in the air.

“You first,” shifting softly in your arms, he looks at you with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to hear you say it Jongho. After all, I didn’t avoid you. Write me a song. Tell me how you feel.” You smiled mischievously, leaning into him. Suddenly, his hand is untangling from yours, opting to gently massage the crest of your hip.

“You’re such a bully.” He is inches from you now, you can feel his breath. Was time always this slow? You’re getting too impatient.

“Tell me, Choi Jongho, what am I to you?”

“...You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to make lyrics that only you understand. I want to sing songs that only you can hear. I want to be yours, in every sense. All I want in return is your love, your time, and your patience. Without you, I’m a fish out of water. I need you like the current needs the moon. I want to dress you in the rings of Saturn, I want to form your name from the remnants of stars. The divine was inspired by you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. I’ve needed a lot of things, but none of those things matter without you.” He was pulling you closer now, his hand sliding to your waist, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. Brown had always been your favorite color, it was the color of everything warm. It was home. You had loved him long before you knew him.

“Every painting has been dedicated to you, Jongho. I need the yellows of your warmth, the reds of your anger, the blues of your sadness, the greens of your jealousy. Every color I’ve ever painted has been you, every color I could never imagine is you. You are the sun and the grass. The mystery of the forests and the deepest seas. Paint me with your love. All I want from you is you. Unadulterated, unfiltered, and untethered. I may not be as eloquent as you; my art comes in form of pictures, not words. I could paint you in colors I’ve never seen, but they are so familiar to me. You are so familiar to me. You are my home. Your love is better than any pigment, and I need you just like you need me. I need your lips on mine. I will be your willing canvas.”

Finally, your lips meet, and you feel the universe in his touch. He tastes like chocolate. You are burning in his grasp, yet you are the most comfortable you have ever been. When you pull away for air, he chases you, eyes low, irises painting the world brown. You place a finger to his lips with a laugh, and he sighs, hands cupping your hand, and kisses your finger. You feel red hot. His eyes open fully, taking in the sight of you.

“You are my stars, my asteroids, my planets. You’re my love belt.”

#ssolphite #choi jongho #jongho #ateez fic #ateez #ateez jongho #ateez fluff #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #jongho fluff

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Happy Friday Mel! I'm going to pick the wild card option cause I had far too many ideas for prompts this week 😂

We made a heaven we could belong to, and it was so special, just me and you - So Far Away - Miss Benny 🌈

And let's go RWRB but I'll let you pick who you like 😘

ok taylor thanks for this one ya give me free reign and apparently i give ya 3 pairings (at least mentioned) lolz

Liam stands in the kitchen of Alex and Henry’s new place in Texas and can’t get over how much it sings of a perfect blend of the two of them. He’s only really gotten to know Henry the last few years, after all, the first almost year of their relationship a secret. Then, well, they dealt with so much, and Liam had no clue how to help with any of it, no matter how much he may have wanted to. He was also, of course, going through his own struggles at the time and had been slightly amazed when Alex had offered up the opportunity to get away to New York and stay with them for a bit while he figured out what his next steps would be after him and Spencer ended things for good. Of course, he met Percy while there, which changed the projectory of his life more than he ever thought possible.

Their New York brownstone had felt so much like Alex and Henry’s own personal bubble sometimes, and he didn’t think it was possible for something to feel more “just them” but somehow they accomplished it here. Even today, with the house seemingly filled wall-to-wall with people, it just feels so much like it’s just theirs. He’s startled out of his thoughts as Pez comes up behind him with the newest Claremont-Diaz-Holleran in his arms.

“Oh, look who we found; it’s your Uncle Liam, little one; he’s a little slow to warm up, but don’t you worry, you just bat those beautiful eyes at him, and he’ll be wrapped around your finger like the rest of us.”

It’s not that Liam doesn’t like children. It just still hits him in the face sometimes when he sees their friends moving to the stages of life that tore Spencer and him apart. Of course, Pez can generally tell when he’s feeling that way and knows that exposure to the cuteness of whatever moment generally gets him out of his head. He turns to Percy, extending his hands for the bundle in his arms, “Come here, baby girl, let’s get you into the arms of someone who's got more practice in the art of baby-holding, shall we.” He nestles her in the crook of his arm, and she looks up at him; his heart is so full at that moment.

Of course, the moment is broken when Alex comes into the kitchen with a smart-ass comment. “Pez, you better put a baby in that boy so he doesn’t steal that lil’ one.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, your pretty lil’ head about that, strumpet, we’re practicing for when that happens. Practicing the baby-making too, just to no avail.”

“Oh, I do not need to hear that,” Alex pauses and sweeps his eyes over them both, “Well, maybe I can stand to hear a bit more.”

Alex’s exaggerated eyebrow waggle sets them all off laughing, and Liam thinks he’s utterly happy to be with their friends through these moments.

this can also be found on ao3

#ficlet friday #southern philanthropy #firstprince #junora #at least mentioned #cut lil bb too #liam has feels #pez helps with them

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Dear Frankie Chapter Four

Summary: Falling asleep in Frankie’s arms is everything you hoped it would be. He is one of a kind, and your heart breaks the moment he tells you he has to leave. Words: 4259 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT

A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina. I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there. Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have. But its fan fiction and there are no rules. While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. This story had come to be from that photo of Pedro in the white suit for the NYC premiere of Massive Talent. It made me think of an Angel, then talking with @tauralmie kinda came up with this idea of a story where what if one deployment Frankie didn’t come home, and you had been dreaming of him so much, you see him wearing that white suit. That is how this little series was developed. Special Thanks to @heythere-mel for betaing and always listening to my random half assed ideas

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

-November 2011-

I never expected ‘waiting’ out the storm would turn into staying the night. I didn’t know I’d be falling asleep in your arms. But it was the best night sleep, and something I could get used to. I have never felt so safe in an unknown place. Being wrapped in your arms felt like home. As sad, confused and a little upset as I was after hearing I wasn’t the only girl you took to the lake I am so glad I stayed. It made me realize no matter how slow we take this, as long as it’s with you, I’m in. I’m all in, I’ll go as slow as it takes.

You had to roll the waist of his boxers a few times for them to sit on your hips without them falling off with each step you took. Baby blue in color with little sail boats. It gave you a chuckle at how this big, strong, army pilot had such adorable boxers. Pulling the black shirt over your head, the smell of him fills your senses; teakwood and bourbon slowly becomes your favorite scent. Stepping out of the bathroom, the bedroom is dark; a lamp near the corner by the bookshelf and couch is the only source of light. Frankie lounging on the sofa with a book in his hand

“I’ll sleep here; and you can take the bed” his knees are up to his chest, he stretches. Setting the book down as he stands hearing you step foot into the room turning the light off behind you

“Frankie, that couch is far too small for you to sleep on comfortably. Take the bed, it’s your house. I can sleep on the couch”

He fixes his shirt and he stands up fully, making his way to you. He wasn’t used to seeing a girl in his clothes. He was almost always at the women’s home, and he was leaving by the time the sun rose. There was no need, or reason a partner would need his clothes. He’d never admit it, at least not out loud to the guys. But this look, this moment was the moment he knew he was falling, and falling hard. He liked seeing how his shirt hung on you, he liked how you rolled his boxers up so they’d fit you. Your hair’s a little damp and resting on your shoulders. He liked the length of it, just enough to hold on to. He imagined holding it, while the two of you were between the sheets. He wanted to tell you at this very moment that he loved you, and you would have let him. But he was scared that it was too fast, too soon.

A loud thunderous clap fills the room and you flinch at the sound, you’ve never been a fan of thunderstorms. Frankie wraps his arms around you. You turn your head resting it on his chest, you wrap your arms around him. He places a barely there kiss to your head “you know, we can share the bed and nothing but sleep can happen” you squeeze him a little tighter when another loud boom hits

“Just sleep?” He questions

“Just sleep…If that’s all you want” you humm the response

“But what if I want to kiss you?” He moves his hand to turn your face to him, his thumb holding your chin “I like kissing you”

“Kiss” you say and he leans in closing the distance and giving you a quick kiss to the lips “and sleep” you say against his lips

-February 2012-

Just sleeping next to you was so hard. I wanted to take it to the next level. I am ready for it and I want you to be the first. My first. Frankie, I am falling in love with you more everyday. I know at some point we are going to have to say good-bye when you get the call. It might be selfish, but I don’t care - I don’t want that day to come. I want to keep you here. With you wrapped around me I feel like I’m protected from whatever the world can throw at us. You keep me safe from the bad, until the bad comes from you.

Laying on Frankie’s right shoulder his arm stretched out, his left wrapped around you. Holding you a way a small child holds a stuffed animal while they sleep. You turn your head and place a kiss on his bare chest. His right hand moving to the back of your head, fingertips massaging it.

“Hi,” he whispers to the morning air not wanting to wake up from this

It’s been almost 3 months since that first night. That night of falling asleep in his arms. Trivia Thursday led to Frankie Friday and it was honestly your favorite day of the week. A day the two of you had free or in Frankie’s case, mostly free.

“Good Morning mi Pescado…kiss” you smile turning up to look at him

He returns the smile, tilting his head to kiss your forehead. He tilts your head up to kiss the tip of your nose, before kissing you on the lips. “Mi Estrellita, I need to tell you something”

“Ok?” You try to hide your worried tone as he lays his head back down on the pillow

“Catfish…how I earned the name. It did come from the ability to hold my breath for long periods of time. That part is true. I was a swimmer in high school…but that’s not the only reason I got the name” he says. He’s staring at the ceiling. You can tell he is trying to keep his breathing even

You lift your head up, placing your right hand over his heart and rest your chin on it, “is it because you get these little whiskers when your beard starts to grow in?” you brush your fingers over his lip with your free hand

He chuckles and it vibrates your entire body, you love the sound of his laugh and the way he closes his eyes, little crinkles appear. Seeing him happy makes your heart swell “no…well not exactly. Wait, do I really look like a catfish?”

“Lil’ bit. But it adds to your handsomeness” your thumb lingers on his lower lip pulling it down slightly

“Sure…handsomeness” he rolls his eyes “but back to holding my breath and a catfish. I can hold my breath for long periods of time, and not just when I’m underwater. But when I am under something…or I should say someone”

It takes a few moments for you to process what he means by under someone. “Oh…ooooh” you say when it all clicks. You know the guys are the ones that gave him the nickname, or call-sign as they called it. You want to ask how they found out about this ‘talent’. It was like he could read your mind and he started to tell you the story of how he and Benny ended up with the same girl. Benny after Frankie, and she had told Ben about how this pilot she had been with was the best she ever had. She met him at a bar, but he was gone before the sun. She eventually told Benny the pilot’s name; and that’s how the name Catfish was born.

“If it changes how, you look at me, I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” his fingertips draw a line up and down your spine “I was scared, and I wanted you to know Frankie, not Catfish before I fucked everything up”

You nod your head, tucking his little whisps behind his ear. Frankie was like an onion, and you were slowly peeling back the layers

“It’s why I wanted to go slow. I’m not good at the romance thing, despite all the books. I’m…I, I didn’t want you to be a one-night stand”

Frankie removes his hands from you when you push yourself up, your body facing away from him. Frankie follows, sitting up as well. His back against the headboard. It takes a minute to find the right words. You knew he was experienced in that department; you just didn’t expect that experience to lead to his name, “is that why you didn’t want to come in on your first date?”

“Yes” he says quickly “I like you. I haven’t been in a relationship since high-school. One-night stands were easier. No strings attached. No one to miss me when I leave. The feelings I had, still have, scare me. You can do so much better than me”

Catfish: a freshwater or marine fish with barbels resembling whiskers around the mouth. Typically, bottom dwelling.

When you told me how you really got the name I’m not going to lie, it’s not what I imagined. The fact that you got the name and the pussy-eating-king title scare me and worry me that you’re going to leave when you learn my secret.

“Better?” You turn to face him; his mood has changed. He looks as if he has zoned out and, in another world

“Yeah,” he shrugs “I’m not that great” he puts his head back

The mood in the room had changed. You woke up and couldn’t be happier, and now…it’s cold and somber. Frankie kept selling himself short and you wish he could see him from your eyes. You reach for him, putting a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the top part of it.

“Frankie, from where I sit. Your pretty great”

“Kiss?” He asks

Kiss…it started simple. Anytime either of us didn’t have the right words to say, we’d utter the simple word, with an even simpler response. Frankie, you always sell yourself short. You always say you aren’t the romantic type. But from our first definitely-not-a-date date, to a date. To the first kiss, to how you simply just hold me. You look at me like I’m the only girl in the world. Frankie, you are the romantic type, and I just wish you could see it.

“I have to go away for a while” he tells you. He holds his face between his hands, afraid that you're going to turn away from him. That you would get up and leave him.

“For work?” You sigh and he nods closing his eyes “how long?”

“Four to six months, I…I fuck I don’t want to leave. We were just getting this figured out. Now I have to leave” he leans forward placing his forehead against yours “I’m sorry. I am so so sorry”

“Well…” you close the short distance kissing him “we’ll just have yo pick this up when you get back”

“Really? You still want me…or to wait for me?” He pulls back just enough to see your face. Looking into your eyes searching for an answer he already knows the answer too

“Yes,” you move your body and throw your leg over him. Lifting yourself to straddle him, sitting on his thighs. Hands resting at the base of his neck resting on his shoulders “I mean you are going to have to show me why they call you ‘catfish’ when you get back” you thumbs tilt his head up and you pull him towards you, starting a slow make out session

His hand slides under the hem of your shirt, his shirt. His hands rubbing up and down your sides leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His tongue brushes against yours and he swallows your moan of pleasure. Your fingers thread through his shorter hair. Still just long enough for you to pull. He leans forward, his body weight shifting as he is about to throw you on your back so he can hover you when there is a knock on the door.

“Fish…there’s no sock on the door, so I pray to God your decent” Benny’s muffled voice becomes clearer as the door is cracked open further. You nearly jump off Frankie, moving to his side “oh shit…hey Sella. Sorry I don’t know you stayed the night”

“Hi Benjamin” you smile, hiding your face in Frankie’s shoulder.

“I hate to interrupt, whatever was going on here, but Fish we are gonna be late”

“Late?” You question. It was Frankie’s day off or well his usual day off

“Meeting. A briefing actually. Preparing us for our tour when we leave Tuesday. Wait…he did tell you right and I just didn’t drop that information” Benny puts a hand over his face

Frankie did tell you, he just failed to tell you when he was leaving. He didn’t tell you it was so soon. Benny continues to talk. Frankie telling him ‘thank you’ hoping he would finally take the hint to leave. But your mind was racing. Tuesday wasn’t that far away, he would be leaving for months, and the scariest thing. He may not come back. The door closes and the tears you didn’t know you were holding back begin to fall.

Standing in front of the buses that would soon be taking him away, brought you back to your childhood. Your Mom's hand in your small one. Your other hand holding onto a teddy bear your Dad had given you. You wipe away tears watching him get on the bus. Blowing a kiss to you and your Mom, you crying and yelling for him not to go.

Holding Frankie’s hand, staring at the ground. His thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of yours. You had so many things you wanted to tell him. “Kiss?” He asks, bringing your gaze up to him. You could see the fear in his eyes and the sadness in his voice. You nod your head yes, leaning into him. The kiss not lasting nearly long enough.

“Do you have to go?” You ask barely above a whisper. Not expecting him to hear you

“I do…” he nods. His forehead resting against yours. His hand moving to cup your face as he pulls back. His eyes never leaving yours “promise me something?”

“Anything”

“Live your life while I’m gone. I don’t want you to worry about me…”

“Frankie…” you interrupt him

He shakes his head and continues “…if a better opportunity comes along, take it”

You can’t believe the words he is saying. After all this time, after everything you’ve told him he still doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t believe that you want to be with him and only him. The look he gives you when you tell him you don’t want better, it breaks your heart. The man will never believe he is good enough.

“You promised” his voice cracks

“Fine, I promise you Frankie. But I need you to promise me something in return” you wrap your fingers around his wrists that still hold your face. He nods, “promise me, you’ll come home”

“I’ll do everything I can” he says, leaning in to capture your lips with his once more. It wasn’t the words you wanted to hear and he knew that. He was praying the kiss would make up for the wrong words. His hope that this kiss would be the answer you were looking for.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric of his jacket. His hold on your gentle, his thumbs brushing along the side of your cheeks, holding your face to his. The kiss ends all too soon as a booming voice yells at the remaining men to get to their respectful bus. Frankie pulling back slowly, his hands still holding your face. His eyes roaming your face, it was like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. The voice yells again, “I have to go now, Estrella” he sighs. You lean in quickly giving him one last kiss before he completely pulls away.

You watch as he gets in the small line boarding his bus not too far in front of you. “Hey Morales!” You yell and he turns his head in your direction, “one more thing. I love you” you say.

He stares at you wide eyed with a smile. He goes to open his mouth when the buses rev to life, starting to pull away. The sounds of the engines is all you can hear, you can see his lips moving but unable to understand anything he is saying. The men behind him usher him up the steps of the bus, and before you know it his bus is pulling away.

How soon is too soon to say those words?

I know you’ve never say them, I know you want to mean it when you do. But, Frankie, I meant it. I mean it; I love you. I needed you to know that before you left. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I wanted you know that I won’t find something better when I have the best already.

-March 2012-

When you told me you were going to be gone 4-6 months I thought, sure…no problem. It’s not that long. But it’s only been a month and I am missing you like crazy. Saying goodbye to you that morning was hard. The worst part of all of it was knowing it could be the last time seeing you. The last time talking to you; holding you; and feeling your lips against mine

It was late, you couldn’t sleep. You turn your head and glance at the clock on your nightstand. 1:00 AM the bright red numbers read. You know you should close your eyes, beg the sleep to come. But your mind keeps thinking of him. Where he was, what was he doing? Was he safe? Was he drinking enough water? Was he thinking of you the same way you were thinking of him?

Unable to take it any more you toss the blankets off of you. Tossing your legs to the side you lift yourself out of bed. You move as quiet as you can to the kitchen, you don’t know why. Heather and Tyler were upstairs; they'd never hear you. Making yourself a cup of hot tea to maybe, just maybe get your mind to relax. It’s been almost 2 months without him. If you were going to make it through this first tour together, you were going to need to figure out a way to relax. You did it when you were a kid with your Dad, you’d totally be able to do it with him. For him.

You picked up a journal at the store the day he left. It had been years since you sat down and wrote. You thought it might help. You could tell Frankie about the things he was missing. This way when he came back, he could read it, and make him feel like he never left. You wrote about the things that reminded you of him. No matter how small they were.

Like how the supermarket added 8 new flavors of ice cream:

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, 8 NEW FLAVORS. I TRIED A BUNNY TRACKS ONE AND THEY MIGHT BE BETTER THAN YOUR SWEATY BALLS.

And how the other night you looked up to the night sky and thought of him

I saw a shooting star today, it brought me back to dancing with you at the lake that night. It made me wonder what the night sky looked like where you are

The journal entries weren’t always long, and sometimes it was just a bunch of gibberish, but you made sure to write down everything.

I miss not calling you, I miss your random texts. Even when it was about a new helicopter maneuver I didn’t understand. I miss Trivia Thursdays and I really miss those mornings on Frankie Fridays where we shared our secrets.

Working at a radio station made it hard; especially when every song reminded you of him.

Friends in low places played on the radio today. All I could imagine was you in that worn-out flannel you always wear. That favorite pair of jeans, and your black cap I hardly see you without. Standing on that little stage at ‘down the road’ your hand on the mic and singing the first few lines of the song. Just waiting for the chorus to kick in so everyone can join you. I really hope that one day I get the chance to hear you sing.

It was your birthday, you sat on your small sofa with Heather and Tyler. There was some Star Wars movie marathon on. You didn’t have any plans, it was just another day. But Heather refused to watch you, he sad. She was your best friend after all and it was her mission to make the day great. Tyler did the chef thing; making you some fancy pasta dish and a tres leches cake. The sun had just set and you were more than ready to call it a night. There was a knock on the door. You know it was a long shot, and there was no way that it could be him. But one could hope right? Your heart started to heat a little faster the closer you got to the door.

“A little late for a delivery isn’t it?” Heather questions as you open the door

You knew it wasn’t going to be him, but it still made you sad when the man at the door wasn’t Frankie. The grey haired man asked for your signature and he handed you a bouquet of pink roses, a card with the name Estrella written in elegant handwriting across the front. You close the door as you turn back toward the couch smelling the flowers making you smile from ear to ear and their sweet scent. You catch a glimpse of Heather looking at you, a shit eating grin on her face. “Shut up…” you plop on the couch

“I didn’t even say anything” she throws her hands up in defense.

You carefully rip the card from the paper around the bouquet and open it

Mi Estrellita, I am so sorry I am missing your birthday. I know a bouquet of roses is silly and probably super cheesy but it’s all I could think of. I wish I could be there to celebrate. I pre-ordered these when I found out I was leaving. The girl at the flower shop said pink roses mean elegance and grace. I found out they also mean happiness. That’s something you brought to my life. I know my crappy handwritten letter doesn’t make up for me not being there, but we can celebrate when I get home.

-Tu Pescado

Your fingers move over the last two works. Two simple words that for you held so much more meaning. Tu pescado- your fish. It may not be an ‘I love you’ but it was close enough to show you how much you meant to him.

Frankie,

If this is you thinking you're not good at the romance thing, it makes me wonder what your definition of good is. The flowers were beautiful. But it was your “crappy” handwritten letter that meant the most. I am counting down the days until I am able to see you again and know that you are safe. Until then Mi Pescado, I’ll look at the stars and dream of you.

Work had been much of the same day in - day out. Answering phones, taking requests. Going to local spots to promote the station. Working and playing songs for your 8 hour shift some days made it difficult. Especially on those days that you’d hear a song reminding you of him. The closer the day of him returning made it even harder.

“Thanks for calling WJPP, what can I help you with today” you try to sound cheerful. You were exhausted. Another sleepless night, Frankie was to be home any day now and each day he wasn’t it was harder to not think of the worse things.

“Uhm yes I would like to request a song” the voice sounds muffled

“Yes sir, what song is that?”

“Open Arms, and I’d like to dedicate it too. To Mi Stella…shit I mean Estrella”

“Uhm ok…and your name?”

“Come outside” the voice is different this time. Clearer and deeper. It’s a voice you swear you'd recognized anywhere

“I’m sorry?”

“Come outside” and he hangs up

You look at the phone before hanging it up. Looking over at your coworker she nods her head and smiles. Your work was safe, you had to have a badge to get in…security would drive around the lot. But you also have no idea what is going on. It wasn’t that you gave up hope on him coming home, it just wasn’t a day you were expecting to see him. You move to the main doors of the office, the large glass doors and you don’t see anyone outside.

“Estrella…” you hear from your left and you turn your head in the direction of the voice

And you see him, his baby face he left you with replaced with a mustache and a beard. His hair is longer now too. Still dressed in full fatigues. His eyes suckin and looks of sorrow written on his face. Your heart breaks and fills with joy. Your feet bring you to him without even thinking. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. Your arms move around his neck melting into him. You stand there just holding him for a few moments before you pull back. Your arms moving your hands to cup his face. “Hi…” you whisper not wanting to ruin the moment

“Hi, I’m home”

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#Pedro Pascal #Frankie Morales #Francisco Morales #Pedro Pascal Characters #Pedro Pascal Character FanFic #Triple Frontier AU #Christiina Writes #Dear Frankie #Frankie 'CATFISH' Morales #Francisco 'CATFISH' Morales #ICanBeYourJedi

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shimmerbeasts · 9 months

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I'm gonna break this ask in two, so it won't get too long From here

someone they fear (For Silco)

someone they would like to befriend (For Jinx)

My muse talks about...||Accepting.

Silco lowered the cigar, he had been dragging on. Exhaling a plumage of smoke and watching it drift towards the large green glass window where it got caught up in the frame's circles and barrier, he looked back at L with a smile, born from chagrin, as he said:

"I find the word fear a very difficult term, especially when it is applied towards people. By saying I fear someone, I am indirectly giving them power over me. I have never been one to fear other people. Was I traumatised by a lot of them and does this create a panic within me when I think of the respective person? Yes, but for me, that is not the same as fear. I believe being weary of someone and having a healthy amount of caution is always useful, but again, it is not the same as fear. Still, it is how you stay in power by being able to read the threats, surrounding you, and not letting an overabundance of fear blind your common judgement."

"The only person on the council of Piltover, whom I fear on a strategic level is Mel Merdarda", Silco spoke and gestured with his cigar towards the council building looming in the far distance, "From all the rich and complacent pigs, which run the City of Progress, Mel is the only one worthy of my attention. She is the daughter of a warmongering nation and the last thing you do, is underestimate a warmongering nation. Mel was raised and bred for war. She knows more about its craft than all the Enforcers combined. She is the only one, who could pose a serious problem for the Cause. Not Talis, even though, he loves throwing his weight around. It is the quiet, intelligent people in the background, you have to watch out for, for they have control over the surface of the water without disrupting it like splashing buffoons."

My muse talks about...||Accepting.

One screw turn, two screw turns...

Jinx stored the screwdriver away and tapped against the little mechanical spider, she had built. Its legs wiggled around and as Jinx turned it on its right side, the small toy began to scamper around. It was still far away from being a useful portable bomb, but it could already move, so that was a start. Jinx's sapphire-blue eyes locked onto the end of the legs. She had modelled the tiny claws after the sharp talons on Sevika's arm. The Loose Canon crossed her arms in thought and huffed, blowing her bangs away from her face.

"Cannot believe I am saying that", Jinx finally confessed towards L, "But Sevika. I wouldn't really call it befriending, just maybe being on somewhat better terms with her. While she reminds me of Mylo on the worst days, she still kind of.... raised me is maybe the wrong word here. I also wouldn't say that she took me under her wing because that would imply that Sevika volunteered to do that." She snorted a giggle and twirled her bangs around long, fine fingers. "She trained me on Silco's behalf. I could tell she wasn't very happy about doing this at first, but she did it nonetheless. And she made sure, I got every lesson she taught me before we moved on to something new.

"And even when I just started learning about gang culture and helping the Cause, Sevika always made sure I didn't fall too far behind." Jinx brushed a strand of blue hair behind her ear. "She reminds me of Vi in that case, which is super weird. But it's true. Despite clearly having problems with me, Sevika still treated me as a part of the gang. She may have viewed me as dead weight, but she never treated me as such around the others."

Jinx flexed her fingers and hugged her knees. She huffed against her trouser leg. "I think that is why a part of me wishes we had a better relationship. As complicated as it all is and as much as I see Mylo and Vi all at once in the brutish bear, she was still there for me. Maybe in a vastly different way than Silco, but she was still there. And I didn't really do much to get on her good sight. I admit, riling her up will never not be fun, but it does not change the fact that I caused some problems for us."

#blackrosesmatron #playground: meme #letter: ask #heres to the new us: jinx headcanon #ever wonder what its like to drown: silco headcanon

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Three hearts combined

Part. 5

Contains: fluff|more fluff| reminiscing| possible smut

“On this day Melanie said she doesn’t want to get pregnant ever again after her miscarriage… she said she didn’t wanna go through that trauma of loosing a baby, neytiri was pregnant with Lo’ak now, and Melanie took care of kiri and neteyam while taking care of neytiri as well, she was more over protective of neytiri when she was pregnant. After Lo’ak was born, we were all a family.”

Jake held kiri pretending to fly her in the air, Melanie giggles as Lo’ak crawls his way to her lays his head on her chest while he plays with his toy, melanie looks down a bit with a soft smile while she rubs his head.

“But…later something unexpected happened”

Melanie bends over puking in the bushes while Jake runs his hand up and down her back. “Babe.. let’s go to max and see what’s going on,” he tries to say but she shoots up shaking her head “no I’m good,” but Jake knows she’s not, “babe…you’re in heat, and I can smell you, and you puking, you may-" he tries to finish the sentence but she interrupts “I’m not, I know I’m not,” she said, neytiri frowms, “ma’mel, please” neytiri urges holding her hand, melani huffs before giving in.

So they went to the camp and melani got checked for an ultrasound and turns out, “you’re pregnant melanie,” max said, melanie heart sinked to the bottom of her feet, she doesn’t know what to feel, she doesn’t wanna go through it again. “Baby?” Jake brushes his hand on top of her “I-" she tears up, melanie makes her way out with neytiri chasing behind her including Jake “melanie!” Neytiri calls eagerly, neytiri grabs her arm stopping her “I can’t do it, I don’t wanna go through this again,” she cries, “my love, it’s okay breathe,” she spoke, Jake frowns looking down “this is our miracle child, Mel we have to trust in eywa,” she said, she wipes Melanie’s eyes.

Jake pulls her into his arms comforting her.

“It wasn’t easy, it was very tense she got into her second trimester, everybody took it easy, we didn’t want her lifting a thing or leaning down to get anything, we wanted her stress free.”

Neteyam and Lo’ak over to Melanie observing her belly, neteyam points to it “baby” Melanie nods “yes baby,” she says, Lo’ak sits on her lap looking at her belly. Neytiri walks in with kiri, “kiss?” Lo’ak asks, “you can give your sibling a kiss,” Melanie giggled, Lo’ak and neteyam both leaned over to kiss her belly making “muah” sound that was so adorable.

“When I e went to max to do a ultrasound, he gave us very good news,”

Max looks at the screen as Jake held her hand anxiously, “good news guy’s, she’s carrying full term, she’s healthy the baby is healthy, there is no complications,” he said, Jake let out a breath of relief, melanie smiled looking at Jake, he bent down to give her a kiss.

“We also went and told mo’at, and mo’at was excited and happy to hear about melanie carrying full term, melanie is tsahik in training still, it takes a lot to be that, neytiri gave the position to her because she felt tsahik was for melanie, she became wise and very smart knowing the forest and eywa,”

“Ma’Jake” melanie called out to him, she walks behind him placing her and on his back, “you must not be so hard on yourself, everytime something gets hard you shut down,” she said, he huffed shaking his head in denial, but he knows she’s right, she’s known him for years, she knows how he copes with different things. Melanie grabs his chin making him face her, his eyes met her soft concerned ones, he sighed knowing what she was thinking, her eyes says it all. He laid his head on her chest as tears fall. She wraps her arms around brushing her hand through his locs as she comforts him.

“It getting closer to Melanie’s birth, she’s in a lot more pain, she can’t walk for long, she’s bed bound now, but she wants to have a water birth, she said she just had her mind set on a water birth. So me and neytiri set up for it, for when the time was right.”

Lo’ak holds her mama’s hand helping her walk into their home, “babe” Jake begin to speak but melanie pouted “I needed to walk okay, you know I have adhd,” she says, she rubs her swollen belly “god my back hurts,” she huffs, Jake gets up and walks behind her taking hands and placing it under her belly gently lifting it up a bit, as soon as he did that she let out moan of relief “oh thank eywa,” Jake chuckles before kissing her neck, neytiri walks in, “it’s getting closer,” she says calmly as she gently caressed Melanie’s face, Jake was bout to put out her belly down from the position it was in till melanie gave him Jake a side glare he could feel “if you let my belly go I’ll cut your tail” she threatened “well jesus, excuse me..I just wanted to sit down,” he sassed neytiri giggles as she picks up Lo’ak, kiri waddles over patting her leg “mommy?” Melanie looks down “what is it sweetheart?” She asks her, she lifts a flower up to her “awww you got this for me?” Melanie smiled, she nods “so sweet, thank you,” Melanie picks it up.

“Then it was time”

Loud groans and breathing came from the hut as Melanie went through a contraction, “owwww! Ah!” She whines, “mama, are you okay?” Neteyam asks “I’m okay netey I’m okay,” she mumbles under breath as she tries to take deep breaths, Lo’ak and kiri sensed she was in pain, they both ran out and wondeeed to find their other parents while neteyam stood by her wrapping his arms around her leg trying to comfort her, she brushes his hair braids “can you take mama to whirlpool?” He nods grabbing her hand to lead her, but she grabs her bow and arrows just in case.

On the way there she was ent through more intense contractions causing them to stop frequently. Meanwhile kiri and Lo’ak went to find Jake and neytiri, “Lo’ak and kiri’ what the hell are y’all doing out here?! Why aren’t you with your mom?!” He freaks as he picks Lo’ak up and neytiri went over to kiri “mama is in pain, we went to find you,” he says nervously, both Jake and neytiri glance at each other only for a second before going to the hut. But once they got their it was empty and neteyam was gone too. “Fuck! Where did she go?” He panics, “did she go to the village?” Neytiri asks kiri she shakes her head “she was right here,” she says, “the whirlpool, she’s going there,” Jake said.

Once they was nearly there they heard something moving in the forest, “get behind me neteyam,” she says neteyam runs behind quickly hiding, she draws her bow waiting for something to come out and it was only Jake and neytiri with the other kids, “oh thank eywa,” neytiri sighs in relief, “you wen you by yourself,” Jake said “Jake I am nearly about to give birth right now-ahhhhh!” She yells in pain, “I’ll go get mother,” neytiri said quickly running back, “kids stay with us,”Jake said to them. Jake lead her inside the cave. “Y’all sit there” he tells them before helping melanie take her loincloth off, “jaaake!” She cries out “I’m right here, it’s okay it’s okay breathe in deep, yea good job.. you are doing so good baby,” Jake encouraged.

Mo’at and neytiri come in, “it isn’t time yet, you’re belly has dropped extensively but it is not there yet,” mo’at spoke as she places her bowl down. Melanie whines with tears falling down her eyes now, Jake felt so bad for her. He hates seeing her in pain, she was giving birth to their new child, she needs all the encouragement and support she can get. “Ma’mel, look at me,” neytiri says, melanie glances at her “you are strong, you can do this, our baby is coming, and you will be birthing a miracle,” she says, “we’re all here Mel, we got you,” Jake kissed her forehead.

After a long while it reached midnight where she finally was giving birth, her water broke a minute ago and she is now pushing and screaming, “you’re almost there” Jake says to her, “ahhhh-“ she yells, she shakes her head all the doubt and panic going into her head was stressing her out, pushing out a baby was not easy, sure wasn’t it hurt like hell! “I can’t-I caant!” She cries “you’re doing it, and you’re doing so good baby, you’re almost there okay? Push a little more,” Jake encourages her while holding her to keep her up float, neyitiri rubs her back “the baby is crowning you need to push Mel,” neyitiri spoke, “see I told you, you’re right there,” Jake whispered, the kids whined in fear as they watch their mama scream in pain, “mama” kiri calls out, “mama’s alright, mama’s alright okay” Jake calmly reassured her, “owww! Baby-Jake-ahhh” she hisses “you got it my love,” neytiri’s spoke.

Jake rubs her head “how much she got left?” Jake asks, “not much, she’s almost there,” mo’at said, “come on listen to me baby, give me one more push just one more, one big push,” he said “I can’t-No no you can, hold on to me, squeeze me whatever bite me if you have to, you can pull through the baby is right there give me one more push hunny,” Jake said to her, as she gathers herself to push, she climbed onto jake beginning to push “good-good-good-good baby good you got it,” jake encourages in anticipation, neytiri’s smiles lifting the baby out of the water, “a girl, a baby girl,” she smiled, “oh my god! You did babe! I’m so proud of you,” jake peppered her with a bunch of kisses.

“I’m so proud of you, she’s so beautiful look at her,” Jake smiled looking at their new baby girl.

The kids wonder over curiously to look at their new sibling, neyitiri places the baby on Melanie’s chest. Melanie broke down into tears of relief and joy as she hears her baby cry and feels her. “My love, you did so well,” neytiri admired her, she placed her up against her’s. After sometime they shifted to their home, neytiri held her smiling down at her, she was perfect mic of melanie and jake. Jake held melanie close to him as the kids played, “what do you want to name her?” He asks, melanie hummed before looking at neytiri “tuktiery” she said, neytiri smiles.

#SoundCloud #avatar the way of water #avatar quaritch #na'vi quaritch #jake sully x neytiri #jake sully #jakesullythreeheartscombined #jake sully x oc #jake smut #avatar #neytiri

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yanderecrazysie · 8 months

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Twisted Zoo Chapter 4

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

Also @twistedcece @cenatour @ursinaw @xiaopleasecomehome @bearshideout @koebishrimpuwu @v-sh @help-whatdoimakemyusername @secret-potion @magmdnv @sunshine-for-serotonin @mel-star636 @silkkorchid @thatpersonuouknow @the-ace-reader @pamv11 @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @hrhqueenfox @goseew @luxthestrange @juno-of-wonderland @who-mst @despairingy-obsessed @lanxianschoenheit and @thisisafish123 wanted to be tagged! Let me know if anyone else wants to be tagged for future chapters. If you no longer want to be tagged, please tell me! (Some of the tags might not have worked, and I’m sorry if so!)

Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous Part: Chapter Three

Next Part: Chapter Five

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I was in a “blushy” mood when I wrote this

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The parrot had returned to his perch and was watching you curiously as you pulled out your notebook. You decided that you might as well go over and study him first, since he seemed eager enough to talk earlier.

“Hey, I never got your name,” you said, waving at the colorful-winged boy.

He gave you a big smirk, “Ace is the name, don’t forget it.”

You couldn’t help but think he was even a little more cocky than the peacocks. The way he smirked at you made you feel like he was grating on your nerves a little.

“Well, my name is (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly.

“I’m not going to remember that,” Ace said matter-of-factly, “Too many keepers, you know?”

You tried to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but it must have shown a little, because Ace’s grin was widening. For whatever reason, he was toying with you.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking some notes,” you said, holding your notebook up for him to see.

“I do mind,” Ace shot back without hesitation.

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, biting back a sigh, “Did you want to talk?”

For the first time, the mask slipped. The smug grin disappeared, revealing something more vulnerable, “Everyone that comes through just makes me repeat things like I’m some sort of circus freak.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, heart clenching at his confession. You could picture little kids trying to get him to repeat after them like a… well, a parrot, “I won’t do that to you. We can just have normal conversations.”

Ace’s eyes averted from your figure and a slightly blush rose on his cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, I’d like that.” He raised his arm to shield his blush from you, “Ah- I, um, we can talk next time.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to talk with you.”

“Yeah…” the redness spread to Ace’s ears. You hadn’t meant to make him blush, but you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You were disappointed when he spread his wings and flew off to the birdhouse, disappearing inside.

You pulled out your notebook and began to write:

DAY 1

PARROT

The parrot halfling’s name is Ace. His wings and hair are more orange than red like in normal parrots. Other than the wings on his back and the way his feet curl into talons, he looks human.

He’s able to hold conversations easily and probably knows more languages than the average human. He seems to like retreating to his birdhouse to eat and have privacy.

Next, you decided, you’d go to the raven, since his cage was right next to Ace’s.

The cage appeared empty and you quickly realized he must be inside his birdhouse. Because of the color of his hair and wings, it was impossible to pick him out among the shadows in the entrance.

“Deuce!” You called out, “How are you doing?”

Immediately, there was movement inside the birdhouse and Deuce’s head poked out, staring out at you, eyes glittering with excitement despite his calm expression. Dark blue wings spread and, before you knew it, his talons were digging into the perch at the edge of his cage.

“Remember?” Deuce asked.

“Huh?” Your mind went blank, unsure of what he was trying to ask you.

“Remember?” Deuce asked again, this time pointing at his chest.

“Oh! Yes, I remember you.”

A soft smile spread across Deuce’s lips and you returned it with an even brighter grin.

“You? You name?” Deuce pointed at you and you startled. You had forgotten to tell him your name!

“I’m (Y/n)! It’s nice to officially meet you, Deuce,” you held out a hand for him to shake, but he merely stared at it in confusion.

“Deuce, you idiot, you're supposed to shake her hand,” someone’s voice snorted. To your surprise Ace had emerged from his birdhouse to poke fun at the bird in the cage next to his own.

Deuce reached out and grabbed your hand and shook it. His hands were so smooth you were amazed he wasn’t using moisturizer. You released his hand but he kept holding on to yours.

“Um, Deuce, you have to let go,” you laughed awkwardly.

Deuce’s face hardened and he tightened his hand around your own. You tried to pull away but he still didn’t let go.

“Let go Deuce!” You said sharply.

Deuce looked startled and dropped your hand. His face fell and he hunched his shoulders, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, but it was too late, he was already flying back to his birdhouse.

Ace made a disgusted noise and disappeared into his own birdhouse once more.

Sighing shakily, you pulled out your notebook again.

DAY 1

RAVEN

The raven halfling’s name is Deuce. He doesn’t seem to know much English. Earlier, he had trouble opening the salad container.

He seemed to like holding my hand, as he didn’t want to let go.

“Let’s go talk to the flamingos,” you said to yourself, walking over to their cage.

The flamingos were on the opposite side of the cage, but you were hesitant to step inside. The enclosure was designed to look like the wetlands, and you were afraid your shoes may get absolutely ruined.

Oh well, you figured, I can just get new shoes if that happens.

Cater and Riddle looked up as you entered the cage, the gate closing noisily behind you. They watched you curiously as you cheerfully made your way towards them. Suddenly, the ground gave way and your left leg sank up to the knee in water. You lost your balance and started to fall towards the large pond taking up half their exhibit. You let out a strangled cry as the water grew closer.

Then, everything stopped. You were suddenly aware of hands holding your waist and forearm, keeping you from plunging straight into the water.

“Nice catch, Riddle!” Cater gasped, his hands joining the smaller man’s to help pull you onto dry land.

Shakily, you said, “Thank you guys so much!”

Riddle turned his head away, but nodded bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Cater grinned at him knowingly.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi’ to you two and introduce myself,” you explained, “I’m (Y/n), and I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Not every day?” Cater pouted. Maybe it was your imagination, but Riddle looked a little disappointed too.

“No, sorry,” you apologized.

“Tired,” Riddle said sharply.

“It is getting late,” Cater nodded.

Curiously, you asked, “How do you know English so well, Cater?”

Cater beamed, “I was a pet.”

A pet? Keeping a wild halfling as a pet somehow felt worse than keeping them in a zoo, but you couldn’t explain why. At least Cater didn’t seem to be bothered by his past.

You looked up at the sky and cursed- it really was getting dark. If you wanted to see the peacocks before darkness fell, you’d have to hurry.

“I’m sorry, I should go say ‘hi’ to the peacocks,” you told the pair.

Riddle nodded and began to walk away. Cater pouted but nodded as well. You quickly jotted down a few notes in your notebook.

DAY 1

FLAMINGOS

The two flamingos are named Riddle and Cater. They’re different from the other birds in that they have webbed feet instead of talons.

Cater is a former pet, so he knows English pretty well.

You felt like your notes were getting shorter and shorter, but you were feeling tired today. In the end, the notes were for your eyes only unless you made a discovery. So far the only thing out of the ordinary was Deuce’s hand holding, but even that wasn’t anything surprisingly. Halflings wouldn’t know what makes humans uncomfortable, after all.

You found yourself slipping into the peacock enclosure without even thinking about it. All three of them looked at you, so you smiled and waved at them. Rook waved back enthusiastically, but Epel continued to stare and Vil looked away haughtily.

Once you were close to them, you found yourself admiring Vil. Despite his attitude, he really was gorgeous, “You’re so beautiful, Vil.”

Vil’s eyes went wide and he looked at you in surprise for a moment before a gentle smile spread across his lips, “Thank you.”

Epel and Rook looked just as stunned as you felt. Maybe he wasn’t as prickly as you had originally thought.

“You’re Epel, right?” You asked the adorable lilac-haired peacock.

Epel nodded and, before you could say anything else, he sternly said, “Not cute!”

“What?” You couldn’t figure out what he meant. Was he saying Vil wasn’t cute? You weren’t cute?

“Mademoiselle,” Rook smiled and brushed his fingers along your arm, “He not like cute.”

“He doesn’t like being called cute?” You asked.

Rook and Epel both nodded.

“Alright, then I won’t call you cute,” you reassured him, “Is handsome okay?”

Epel nodded, tucking his chin against his chest in embarrassment.

You giggled and introduced yourself, “Well, I’m (Y/n)! I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle,” Rook said.

Epel stumbled over his words, “Nice to… meet you.”

Vil didn’t say anything but he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. You pulled out your notebook.

DAY 1

PEACOCKS

Peacock halflings have a fan of feathers protruding from their backs, setting them apart from all other bird halflings. The peacocks at the zoo are named Vil, Rook, and Epel.

Rook is friendly, but the other two, especially Vil, aren’t as interested in me.

Note: Don’t call Epel “cute”.

The peacocks looked tired, Epel having already sat down and pulled his wings around him. It was best if you went to the bird you had saved for last- the owl.

You waved goodbye, only receiving a responding wave from Rook. A few moments later, you were closing the gate behind you and heading over to the owl’s cage.

The green-haired owl was awake and chowing down on his salad. He looked at you curiously, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you approached him.

“I’m (Y/n), I never had the chance to ask you your name.”

“I’m Trey,” the owl responded, his voice smooth. You were surprised to realize that he wore glasses, and wondered how on earth they did eye tests on halflings.

“How did they know you needed glasses?” You asked. After all, it’s not like they could have him read something out, since halflings couldn’t read.

Trey smiled, “I hit things. With my wings. I fly. Fly into things.”

“That makes sense,” you mused, “So it’s better now?”

“Yes, better now,” Trey nodded.

You couldn’t explain what it was, but for some reason, the way Trey looked down at you made your stomach twist unpleasantly. It was like he was the one researching you. His eyes were sharp, greedily taking in every movement, while the simple smile remained glued to his face.

He put you on edge.

“Well…” your smile wavered, “I’m going to take some notes.”

“No more talking?” Trey asked. You couldn’t tell if it was your imagination or not, but the smile seemed… off. As though he were mocking you.

You had a feeling this halfling was much more intelligent than he let on.

“Sorry,” you forced a bright smile, “I’m going home soon, so I need to do this.” You pulled out your notebook and began to write quickly.

DAY 1

OWL

The owl halfling’s name is Trey. He has a barn owl’s wings, but he has green hair. He wears glasses.

Note: Keep your eye on him.

You were so tired, you were probably imagining things. Either way, you were ready to get home as soon as possible.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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Tried making a story about my lil proto

Warning: This is my first non PMD story, it is about Mel who is a Protogen. Also Trigger warning! There is an execution and drug use. (forced) Okay story:

Today is my final day. There’s no way I can win today’s trial, they are going to send me to death. “SDN-Me1 Please make your way to Court room 3” I stop my leg tapping and get up. Two guards start escorting me to the Court room.

I put my hands in the pockets of my hoodie as they escort me. There is no way out of this. I am going to die. But I have to try something. I have to assess my surroundings. The guard Infront of me was a tall fox, while the guard behind me was a slightly shorter than me Pitbull. If I had to fight one, I think I can take the Pitbull. Well… it’s now or never.

I quickly turn around and kick the Pitbull down, he screams but I don’t care. I race to the entrance behind the pitbull. “Someone stop that Protogen!” I hear the fox scream from behind but I don’t care. Freedom in the grasp of my paw. But, then I feel a sharp pain on the right side of my stomach. A stun baton, I fall to the ground.

Shit. “Ah runner eh?” The fox said. “That kick hurt like a bitch.” “Your fine, Chase. Just walk it off.” They begin approaching me, but I can’t move. My arms won’t move. As I try my best to escape I hear them talking. “Hear slip this into his mouth.” “WHAT! I ain’t getting near dat thing.” “Calm down. It’s paralyzed, just put it into it’s mouth thingy” “Fine fine…”

I hear footsteps approaching but, this paralysis is not wearing off anytime soon. “Alright, open wide. Not like you have much of a choice heh.” He says that last part under his breath. He slips something into my mouth… and I black out.

When my eyes open, I am in a field. “Hey!” I turn to look at the voice. I see a small Otter waving at me. “Cmon!” He gestures me to follow him. I smile. I can feel tears swelling in my eyes. “Molly!” I run and hug Molly. “H- How are you here!?” “Why not show you?” Molly begins Running holding my hand. I eagerly follow.

We run for a bit before Molly stops. “We here?” I ask. “We are still in the middle of nowhere.” Molly doesn’t respond. “Molly?” I feel another sharp pain, this time slightly duller.

I fall to the ground and look up to Molly, except we are not in a field anymore. And Molly is gone… again. I look around and… I’m in the court room. I feel restraints on my paws. “We are to finish SDN-Me1’s Murder case.” I hear some random person in the jury yell. “It’s Guilty! We already know!” The Judge looks surprised. “Does all of the Jury feel this way?” I hear murmurs in the Jury but everyone comes to the decision that they agree. “Well, we still must at least hear what they must say.” He points at me. “Please explain yourself one last time for the Jury.”

I try to calm myself down to no avail and speak. “Your honor, may I explain? My brain has claimed its glory over me. I’ve a good heart, I’ll be it insane.”

The jury speaks in unison “Condemn him to the infirmary.” The judge nods and signals to the guards. I panic. This has happened before. Infirmary is code for the execution room. I have seen them do this on the news before.

The guards are approaching, I kick the closest one. The fox goes flying back. “Hah! How’s it feel?” The pitbull laughs. “Just shut up and get him.” The fox yells “Alright alright don’t get you knot it a… knot…”

Before I can even kick him he hits me with a stun baton. This feels familiar, and something enters my mouth again, and I black out.

When I wake I see Molly worriedly sitting by me. When he sees me he jumps up and hugs me. “I was so worried! You randomly blacked out when we were walking!” He stops and looks me in the eyes. “Please don’t do that again.” The sadness in his voice almost made me cry. I hug him tightly. “I won’t I promise.” We stay like this for a bit, it’s nice. “Alright can I show you noowww?” I laugh “Alright alright.” I get up and brush myself off.

The otter jumps in the air and grabs my hand. “This time we’ll go slower so you don’t pass out again haha!” I laugh. “Alright alright.” We walk slowly looking at the scenery. It was nice, but our time was cut short. “Alright, we’re nearly there.” I feel my arms being restrained. I stop.

“Mel?” Molly asked me confused. The sky seemed to be darkening, this was my last chance I could feel it. “Molly… Goodbye.” I hug him. “W- WHAT?” Molly looked panic. “N- no, Mel PLE-”

…

The room is dark, a singular light lit up the room. My paws were tied to a chair. A helmet was placed on my head with wires connecting it to the roof. I look towards the window in the room. Where family would usually show up, no one was there. Tears streamed down my face. I see someone pulling down a lever.

Electricity surged through my body; I feel immense pain. I feel wires exploding, I feel my organs slowly expanding, then bursting.

I close my eyes for the last time.

I see nothing. Is this the afterlife? Or hell? As my senses return, I feel more things. I feel something soft all around my body. I smell something sweet, a perfume maybe. I hear some soft snoring. I’m able to open my eyes again. It’s dark but it seems like a room. This doesn’t look like my room though. I sigh loudly in relief. “ughh, was that a dream? It sure didn’t feel like it.” I get up from my bed. Maybe I should rinse my visor, I know it can get dirty sometimes.

I head to the bathroom, which is connected to my room now? I don’t remember that… Nevertheless, I continue to rinse my visor, and I turn on the bathroom light. I look back into the mirror and that’s not me. Instead of being a normal Protogen with blue fur and no patterns. I now have Cyan fur that splits in the middle to a dark blue color. Along my arm I have stripes of Dark blue on my Cyan arm. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” I yell understandably.

My breathing increases. What’s happening, why aren’t I me? Am I still Mel? Or did Mel die in that chair? There is no way that didn’t happen. But one question is louder than the rest.

Who Am I?

#protogen #oc #story #first time author #Lemme know what you think #idfk #aaaaaa

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demonprincezeldris · 2 years

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I love your ideas

I love your ideas for the melban pirate au. So I wrote more of it :D Enjoy^^

What I can also imagine tho is Meliodas maybe having run away from his own old pirate life, but before he could disappear, he was chased by his family or something who fatally injured him, and he would've died if he hadn't managed to drag himself to a hiding spot, where he was later found by Zaratras and/or Baltra, who saved him.

Mel ran very far away, to lands his family had yet to reach, so he could have a fresh start. Things were going well, too, for a few weeks, but then he was found by Zeldris. Zeldris tried talking with him first, tried to convince him to come back. He promised him, if he did, their father would write it off as a tantrum and welcome him back with open arms. But Meliodas didn't care if that was the truth or a lie. He didn't want to come back. He didn't really understand it himself, he'd been more or less fine with the plundering and murdering and everything else that their crew did. He was aware, and fine with it. He didn't know what changed, but something did, and suddenly the world went from grey to color. Awful, terrible colors. And suddenly, he couldn't do it anymore. So he ran. Far away.

He came across a small village, untouched by pirates and marines alike. No one would recognize him here. Plus, the people were friendly. But it seems he didn't go far enough. Zeldris was here, in front of him, pleading with him. He sounded desperate, although not for himself. "If you don't come back, father is going to kill you", he whispered aggressively. "I don't care what father has in store for me. I just- I can't. Go back, Zel. I'm sorry", Meliodas told his brother. It broke his heart when Zeldris simply lowered his head and nodded. "I understand. I will tell father we found nothing. He's not gonna touch a place this far from his realm just yet." "Thank you." "But... as you have chosen your path, I have chosen mine. Next time we meet, I won't be able to cover for you this easily." "Then I guess this is goodbye forever." A moment of silence passed. Their father had taught them how to motivate a crew and make a show out of a speech, but words of emotion were hard to express. Still, as Zeldris turned to leave, he heard his brother speak, "I'm gonna miss you." "...me, too."

After their bittersweet last meeting, Meliodas hurriedly packed his stuff with a heavy heart (he might have cried a little, or a lot, but if asked he would deny everything) and left the village. If Zeldris found him here, then any of his fathers other goons could, too, eventually. Going to untouched land wasn't far enough by a long shot. He would have to go somewhere, where his father wouldn't be able to go at all and where Meliodas himself should never go either. He would have to go to a marine base. Right into the heart of the (former?) enemy.

There was no way they would let him join up though, no, they'd sooner recognize and arrest him. Maybe he could live in the city that usually surrounds the marine bases. He'd have to keep his head down, change his hair and clothes... and even then, the marines could still find him. But he'd still prefer being executed by the marines to whatever death or torture his father had in store for him, even if it wasn't exactly his best case scenario.

The safest one Meliodas dared to consider was a marine base/city that was called Liones. The commander there was said to be a kind man, and Meliodas hoped he could get away with "I'm not that pirate, I just happen to look a bit similar to him" if he just smiled enough. Smile... now that he thought about it, if he grew his hair out and wore a dress, he could probably pass as a girl. His voice was light enough for it, too. Or maybe he could even spread rumors that he died or something. People probably wouldn't look for him if he was dead, especially not in a heavily armed and fortified marine city built around one of the main bases. It may even be the main base, but that information is kept secret. For safety reasons.

Meliodas had been on the road for a few days by now. Liones is far away and while the journey would've been faster by ship, he couldn't risk any sailor, fisherman or odd pirate recognizing him. Going on land was slower, but safer. And he was getting close. He could almost see Liones on the horizon. Just a few more days' travel. But first, he'd have to restock, and he wouldn't have anything against a room and a warm bed for once instead of sleeping under the stars. As beautiful as the night sky was, the ground was hard and not getting any softer. Besides, if he was going to live a normal life, he'd have to get used to the comforts of a normal life as well.

So when the sun was high in the sky, he stopped in the closest village, planning to rent a room before looking if he could buy what he needed or trade for it in exchange for short term labor. He was about to thank the stars that his journey had gone so smoothly when an old and slightly drunk man stumbled into him.

Meliodas apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't-" "Get outta here, you pirate scum!" Meliodas' blood froze. "W-What?" He looked behind him, maybe there was someone else- "Yeah, you! Go back to wherever you came from and leave us alone!" The man waved his finger in Meliodas' face. More or less helpless, Meliodas looked to the villagers, but they looked even less friendly than the man yelling at him. Some had pitchforks and other makeshift, but deadly, weapons. "I-I think you're mistaking me-" "There's no mistake! I would recognize you anywhere, you sea demon!"

"I'm... n-not a pirate, mister", Meliodas said, grasping for words as he tightened his grip on his bag. Sure, their father had insisted that they had some kind of supernatural blood or something, but aside from maybe a bit of supernatural strength, nothing ever came of it. Maybe their father just wanted to trick him and Zeldris, blind them by making them proud of being something special. But even when he was still loyal, Meliodas had a hard time believing his father when it came to that. There was no definitive proof, after all. (I don’t really have an idea for what their powers could be, but I don’t really want them to be sirens in this, or not exactly at least. Like, just so this doesn’t end up as another kind of twist on the Siren AU, basically)

“Don’t even try to lie, demon”, the old man hissed, so close to Meliodas’ face that he was almost spitting on him. “I can smell the sea and the blood on you.” Meliodas didn’t recognize the old man, but he didn’t remember every face of every person he ever raided in his pirate life. Kind of helpless, although hoping he didn’t appear that way on the outside, Meliodas turned to the weapon wielding villagers against his better judgement. “I-I think this man is drunk, I don’t know what he’s talking about-” “Oh, you don’t, do you?” The old man said with faked pity. “Do you have amnesia or something? Maybe your name will ring a bell... Meliodas.” Meliodas stumbled back in shock. “I-I-”

“GET HIM!” The old man shouted and the entire village was out to get him, yelling and shouting what he assumed were improvised war cries. Some had thrown small stones in his direction and a few hit, although it barely bothered him. Meliodas started turned on his heel and started running, fleeing at high speed into the thick forest that the village was nestled in. He avoided trees and branches with ease and the yells were getting quieter, so he foolishly slowed down... just as something pierced his shoulder.

Meliodas screamed in pain and clutched the hurt flesh. His hand came away red. Someone must’ve shot him through the trees, but he didn’t have the time to turn around and see who. As more shots sounded, he gritted his teeth and started sprinting once more with everything he had. He jumped over roots and turned at the occasional boulder without running face first into it, thanking the stars above that he was so agile even while hurt. But no sooner had he finished his small prayer, he grazed a tree with his hurt shoulder, cried out in pain, and fell hard to the ground. He coughed once, twice, then got back up on his feet and resumed his sprint. But the trees and branches seemed to multiply before his eyes, so he ran slower, still occasionally grazing a tree or a branch, but not falling.

The more he ran, the more pounding of his feet on the ground echoed in his head, drowing out the yells and war cries of the villagers. Once he could no longer hear the angry mob, he slowed his pace, but not before tripping on a root sticking out of the ground. “Of course I trip”, Meliodas said to no one, sarcasm in his voice. “Stupid root.” He coughed out the dust his fall kicked up and dragged himself to sit against a tree after taking off his bag and resting it by his side. Aside from his own ragged breathing, it was quiet, allowing Meliodas to tend to his injured shoulder.

He couldn’t see, but judging by the amount of blood, the wound was pretty bad. Aside from that though, his side had been grazed by a bullet as well and his legs were pretty scratched up. He must’ve run through quite a few thorny bushes. With the fading adrenaline, the cuts were starting to hurt pretty badly on top of the exhausted muscles. He might be able to walk still, but it would be a slow and painful pace.

“Shit...”, Meliodas panted, resting his head against the tree trunk. He coughed again, this time from a dry throat, and reached into his bag for some water only to discover that he was almost out. He cursed again, louder this time, and curled into himself. He didn’t know how long he ran for, but the sun had covered quite a distance since he first arrived in that village before being chased out that is, and would soon be starting to set. He had to find some form of shelter, both for the night, and in case those villagers were looking for him. But first, he patched his wounds with the last of his bandages. It wasn’t much, but it should stop the bleeding as long as he didn’t move too much.

His luck seemed to turn when he found a small grove underneath a tree, just big enough to fit the former pirate, not far from the tree he had rested against. Plenty of leaves had fallen in it, too, providing passable insulation from the ground, and grass had grown tall at the entrance, hiding him from passerbys. His rest didn’t last for long though, because once the sun was bathing the forest in red with its last rays, footsteps made themselves heard through the forest, accompanied by voices he didn’t recognize. “The trail ends here, they can’t be far”, said one voice. The other replied, “There’s a lot of blood here!”

The tree he leaned against! Meliodas clasped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from gasping. The voices were getting closer and closer. Were they with the village that chased him? Or were they marines, having heard of the infamous Meliodas showing his face deep in the mainland? Either way, if someone was looking for him, they couldn’t be having good intentions for him. “Look, there’s something leading over there.” Footsteps were getting closer. His heart was racing with fear. Would this be the end of him? After years of being a pirate, of people fearing even speaking his name, he would die in a hole less than six months after deserting his crew and family? His one and only brother? He blinked away the tears threatening to spill. The voices were right outside his little cave now. He could see glimpses of their feet through the tall grass covering the entrance. “Look at this. Is this...?”

A hand flattened the green blades, revealing Meliodas to the two people searching for him. One had long silver hair, the other a prominent grey beard. Both were dressed in marine uniforms. “Who are you?” Asked the one with long hair after a moment of silence. “Are you hurt?” He attempted to reach for Meliodas, but Meliodas pushed himself against the opposite side of the little cave, which admittedly wasn’t much. Had he had his weapons, he wouldn’t have any problem getting out of this situation, but he got rid of them months ago to prevent people from recognizing him by them. They were pretty distinct, after all. Now the only weapon he carried was a rather small knife and that wouldn’t be helpful right now. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you, kid”, soothed the long haired man. “We just wanna talk, okay?” But Meliodas frantically shook his head. “G-Get-”, he attempted to speak, but was cut off by violent coughing. His throat was too dry to speak.

“Here, drink this”, the bearded man handed him some water. When Meliodas refused to take it, the man took a sip of it himself. “See? It’s not poisoned. Here.” Meliodas still had his doubts, but took the water and greedily drank it until half the bottle was empty. “We’re marines from Liones”, explained the bearded man. “My name is Baltra Liones and this is my second in command, Zaratras.” Meliodas nearly spit out the water. The two people that he, under no circumstance, should ever meet, had found him in a hole, wounded and scared. “Is everyth-” “H-How...?” Meliodas voice was still raw. Baltra and Zaratras looked at each other before answering. “We got a report from a village claiming that some infamous pirate supposedly passed through there.” Meliodas’ heart threatened to stop right then and there. So they knew? “But the people living there don’t seem in their right mind. There was blood though, so we went looking anyway and, well, here we are now.” Meliodas released the breath he was holding. ‘So they haven’t figured it out. Yet.’ “Now come on, let’s get you out of that hole.”

Welp, this turned out a bit different than I originally planned, but oh well, it happens XDDD

What a way for Meliodas to be introduced to Zaratras and Bartra. I feel so bad for Meliodas. One of his fathers' greatest enemies was right here, in front of him and helping him! If they ever found out who he was...

But who was Meliodas supposed to turn to for help? His father wanted him dead, the townsfolk were hunting for him. The only people he could really turn to were the captain and the second-hand man of the Liones Naval Fleet. It was his only shot at survival at this point.

#Meliodas #nnt #Pirate! AU

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Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Special Review Part 3/3: The Giggle

Air date: 9 December 2023

"RTD did a prototype regeneration and I have mixed feelings about it. Wait, what? He really said that? Oh, thanks a lot, RTD, you're Shirakura 2.0 now. #RIPDoctorWho"

This not-so spoiler-free thought is how I'm opening the review for this special. Although details of the bi-generation were leaked online previously, the concept may be familiar to you if you've read about my personal project in Kisekae Insights. It is because of this that this review will be a crossover with a filler instalment of Kisekae Insights, for which I'll also be repeating the same content for the sake of that series. Don't be surprised if you read that instalment and it's literally the same things I'm going to talk about in this.

By the time I finish writing this review, enough time will have passed for you to have watched the episode by now, so hopefully that justifies my not-so spoiler-free thought. Regardless, spoilers will continue after the break.

Apologies for the delay in getting this review out. I've been really busy this past week especially with what I had planned for this review. Stay tuned to the end for my future plans of these reviews. No, seriously, I mean it.

What the left thinks freedom protesters want

After a cold opening in 1925 Soho with a man called Charles Banerjee buying Stooky Bill from the Toymaker's shop to test the new invention of television with John Logie Baird, we cut back to the present day, where London is in a peaceful protest chaos. The Doctor sees a man trying to fight a car and he goes to ask him what he is doing; the man, who can't drive, insists that he has the right to the road because he paid for it with his taxes. When asked why he can't stand on the kerb and be safe, the man tells the Doctor to blame "them" because things changed two days ago (which would have been when the Doctor and Donna left in the TARDIS) when people started thinking they were right and refused to change their minds. Yeah no, when people wake up and realise the cookers were right they (ideally) band together and protest the government. This is just society losing common sense.

The Toymaker, dancing amongst the chaos, briefly dances with the Doctor before UNIT comes for the Doctor and Donna. Upon arrival, they are greeted by Shirley, Kate Stewart and, much to the Doctor's surprise, Mel Bush. Kate and UNIT explain the situation to the Doctor and Donna; the Doctor, Donna, Wilf and Mel aren't affected due to long-term travel in the TARDIS making their brainwaves out of sync while the rest of UNIT aren't affected because of an arm brace device called the Zeedex, a creation of the Vlinx. Kate uses herself to demonstrate the effects of the situation on society by having her Zeedex turned off and going full Karen; something inside the brain is causing spikes that make people lose common sense. A slight problem with using Kate as an example; Wilf wasn't affected by the spikes despite being in the TARDIS for a couple of hours at most, but Kate was invited into the TARDIS a couple of years back and she was only in there for a couple of hours as well (at most), so by that logic, Kate shouldn't be affected by the spikes. However, I suppose you can argue that the spikes didn't affect Kate and Wilf as much due to their brief time in the TARDIS.

The Doctor and UNIT speculate as to what could be the trigger for the spikes; Kate notes that the KOSAT 5 satellite was activated two days ago to fully connect the world online, but there is nothing strange being transmitted from it like the old Archangel Network had. As the Doctor notes that everyone has access to a screen for the first time in history, Donna realises that the spike peaks are like a tune; Mel sings the tune and everyone (but the Doctor and the Vlinx) reacts to it like they heard it before. Shirley finds the exact same notes in a clip of Stooky Bill from 1925 and the Doctor realises that it isn't a tune, but a giggle in everyone's head burnt into every screen since the invention of screens.

The Doctor gives Kate permission to use the Galvanic Beam to destroy KOSAT 5 due to all world leaders being affected by the giggle before going back to 1925 Soho with Donna. You know, I honestly like how the Doctor's attitude to UNIT has changed over the years. When UNIT was reintroduced in the revived series, the Doctor was wary of them and he had an aversion to them using weapons, but now that Kate has been Chief Scientific Officer for over a decade in real time, the Doctor is able to entrust Kate with taking down a satellite in a situation such as this.

In the Toyroom

Upon arriving in 1925, Donna notes that the Doctor just keeps charging on and that he hasn't stopped for anything, speculating that his old face came back because he was wearing himself out. Except for that time when he willingly spent 900 years on Trenzalore to keep the Time Lords and Daleks from starting another Time War. Or when he spent 24 years on Darillium with River Song. Or that time when the Doctor stayed with the Ponds for a year- ok, bad example, but you get my drift.

Dismissing the subject, the Doctor and Donna head into the Toymaker's shop. The Toymaker knows Donna's name while the Doctor begins to realise who he is. The Doctor tells Donna to go back to the TARDIS and Donna says that he never told her to do that. Except for that time the Doctor sent Donna back to the TARDIS to get her away from the ATMOS gas. Or that time the Doctor teleported Donna back to the TARDIS to get her away from the Vashta Nerada before she ended up being saved.

The Toymaker runs back into a corridor and the Doctor and Donna follow; they end up entering his domain and they get separated. The Doctor encounters Charles, who has become a puppet after trying to see the Toymaker to cure the giggle in his head and losing a game against the Toymaker. Donna encounters the rest of the Stooky family and is attacked by them, though the manages to destroy Stooky Sue and scare away the Stooky Babbies before reuniting with the Doctor.

The two then find themselves before the Toymaker in front of a stage, where he gives Donna a proper catch-up on the Doctor's adventures with Amy, Clara, (lady) Bill and the Flux. The Doctor then decides to challenge the Toymaker to a game of cards; as the Toymaker mentions all the godly beings he has won against, he mentions the Master and someone he never dared face, The One Who Waits. The Doctor asks the Toymaker why everyone thinks they are right in 2023 and he says that he made every opinion supreme, turning cancel culture on its head so that everybody wins, but everybody loses as well.

The Toymaker wins the game, but counting the Doctor's previous encounter with him, they are at one-all and this is a best of three. The Toymaker decides to meet him again in 2023 before collapsing his shop. The Doctor and Donna manage to escape and they head back as well.

"Hai, si, ja, hold tight!"

UNIT fires the Galvanic Beam at KOSAT 5 and takes it out. The Doctor and Donna return and has UNIT use some software to hopefully track down the Toymaker, but as a song begins playing, the Toymaker makes his appearance in a song and dance sequence before disappearing through the floor. OK, I have to give credit here, this sequence beats the Master dancing to Boney M's Rasputin in The Power of the Doctor. Also, Neil Patrick Harris, being American, had never heard of the song where as "all Brits know it as if it was Happy Birthday". He had it set as his alarm ringtone and listened to it 30 times every morning (according to him), which really deserves kudos.

The Doctor tells UNIT to search the building for the Toymaker. Suddenly, they notice that the Toymaker is manning the Galvanic Beam, having thrown the staff off the helipad. The Doctor asks the Toymaker why he won't use his powers for good, to which the Toymaker states that good and bad are nothing to him. In the ensuing confrontation, the Toymaker shoots the Doctor with the Galvanic Beam, noting that by his rules, the next game will be played with the next Doctor. Donna and Mel go to the Doctor as he begins to regenerate, finally ready to accept his death, but then the regeneration stops as he notes that it feels different this time; the Doctor asks Donna and Mel to pull on his arms, separating the Fifteenth Doctor into the Fourteenth Doctor and giving him half of his clothes. The two Doctors push their hands together and they separate.

The Fifteenth Doctor notes that he bi-generated, something that is supposed to be a myth (how the fuck would you know, Fifteen). The two Doctors then challenge the Toymaker to a game of catch, where the one to drop the ball loses. The game is played and the Toymaker drops the ball thrown from Fourteen to Fifteen to himself; for the Fourteenth Doctor's prize, he banishes the Toymaker from existence, or rather causes him to fold up and drop back into his box (that was originally his shop) as he tells the Doctor that his legions are coming. Kate has a soldier take the box to the deepest vault and bind it in salt.

Later, the Fifteenth Doctor notes to the Fourteenth Doctor that he is running on fumes; noting everything that has happened since facing the Toymaker as the First Doctor. The Fifteenth Doctor isn't experiencing any averse post-regeneration effects because Fourteen is the one doing the rehab, out of order. Donna reiterates how Fourteen regenerated back into his face and found Donna because the time has come for him to come back home. As Fourteen wonders if he can let the TARDIS go, Fifteen suddenly goes and takes a mallet, speculating that the Toymaker's domain could still be in play because Fifteen hasn't gotten his prize yet. Heading outside with Fourteen and Donna, Fifteen hits the TARDIS with his mallet and it bi-generates, giving a (slightly) newer TARDIS with a wheelchair ramp and a jukebox. Fourteen and Donna part ways with Fifteen as he leaves in his new TARDIS.

Sometime later, Fourteen then goes to have lunch with the Nobles and Mel (at a house that he bought if this is to be believed), revealing that Fourteen has had adventures with Rose and Mel and that Wilf is shooting moles who have force fields. And so the story ends with the two Doctors already off on their separate ways.

Bi-generation

Right, we need to talk about the bi-generation scene and just straight up, I like the idea in execution, but not in principle. To explain it, I'm going to do a crossover special between my Doctor Who reviews and the Kisekae Insights series. For those of you who are reading this in my review, expect to see this again in a filler instalment of Kisekae Insights as I repeat basic facts fans will already know. For those of you who are reading this in Kisekae Insights, hello again and welcome to content grubbing hell. Join me for the ride and I hope you noted the spoiler warning before the break.

Firstly, a little explainer for those of you who are unfamiliar to Doctor Who. The concept of regeneration was created for Season 4 in 1966 when William Hartnell's failing health and poor relations with the new production team meant that he was becoming more of a burden, and so, it was decided that he would depart the series to be replaced by Patrick Troughton as the Second Doctor. Since then, different actors have portrayed different Doctors over the years and with the modern series, a cycle has popped up within the fandom in relation to their reactions to departing and arriving Doctors:

With the cancellation of the classic series in 1989, Seventh Doctor Sylvester McCoy wouldn't get his regeneration scene until the 1996 TV movie featuring Eighth Doctor Paul McGann. However, the failure of the TV movie in the US led to the series being shelved again in the UK, with a regeneration seemingly nowhere in sight. Then, the series was revived in 2005 with Ninth Doctor Christopher Eccleston and Paul McGann would finally get his regeneration scene for the 50th Anniversary in 2013, additionally revealing a previously unknown incarnation of the Doctor who fought in the Time War played by John Hurt. In addition to an aborted regeneration as the Tenth Doctor played by David Tennant which created a new meta-crisis incarnation, this meant that Eleventh Doctor Matt Smith was the final incarnation of the Doctor's first regeneration cycle of twelve regenerations.

However, the Doctor was granted a second cycle of regenerations, which led him to regenerate into Twelfth Doctor Peter Capaldi. In the following incarnation, Thirteenth Doctor Jodie Whittaker would learn of a revelation that destroyed everything we knew about the Doctor; the Doctor was actually a being known as the Timeless Child, who could continually regenerate upon death. The Child was experimented on by its "mother", Tecteun, going through numerous incarnations so that she could unlock the secret of its regeneration and grant it to herself and her people to become the Time Lords. Personally, I am of the belief that Rassilon, one of the Founding Fathers of the Doctor's (actual) home planet, Gallifrey, created or discovered regeneration as we knew it without all the cultural appropriation bullshit with the Timeless Child. In either case, Time Lords were limited to twelve regenerations.

And so we get to the 60th Anniversary. After regenerating back into David Tennant, the Fourteenth Doctor gets into a confrontation with the Celestial Toymaker and is killed, but instead of regenerating as normal, he bi-generates, with Fifteenth Doctor Ncuti Gatwa splitting away from him.

Doctor Who is a series that is all about change. Aside from changing Doctors, the entire show itself changes every so often, from companions to the production team and much more. Regeneration for Time Lords is likened to the death of one incarnation and the birth of another, and like it or not, the dying incarnation in question needs to learn to move on. The Tenth Doctor famously said "I don't want to go" immediately before his regeneration and the Twelfth Doctor initially refused to regenerate before an encounter with the First Doctor pre-regeneration made him realise that the universe still needed the Doctor. The Timeless Child revelation ends up being a piece of fridge horror when you realise that Tecteun repeatedly killed the Timeless Child in her pursuit of regeneration (some people may say it isn't fridge horror but that's because I didn't realise the implication until much later).

Following the premiere of the special, Russell T Davies, in his everlasting inability to shut the fuck up, explains how with this bi-generation, all the other previous Doctors bi-generated as well, explaining how the other Doctors appeared in the memory TARDIS for Tales of the TARDIS. With that point, I don't agree, I think those were the Doctor's "Guardians of the Edge" from The Power of the Doctor projecting themselves into the memory TARDIS. The implication here seems to be that the previous incarnations bi-generated and continued to have adventures in some way. So much for Fifteen saying that bi-generation was a myth, because if this is supposed to be a rare occurrence, then RTD’s theory clearly goes against it.

With all this in mind, the bi-generation takes away the gravitas mavitas of regeneration and leaves it without any meaning. If the Earth is in danger again, do the previous incarnations just go, "Oh, we'll just leave it to the latest one" like they lost their powers and their powers are with a legacy character like in Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger or Kamen Rider Zi-O? Nah, at least the Gokaigers returned their legendary powers to their original Rangers.

"But Azuma, Fifteen said that this was a rehab for Fourteen, he doesn't have to go through the standard post-regeneration instability because Fourteen's doing it for him on top of meditating on his past!"

I admit that I missed the rehab bit when I first watched it as I was thinking about how to address the bi-generation for this review. I thought bi-generation was a trick or a prize caused by the Toymaker, but it clearly wasn't seeing how the Toymaker reacted in surprise when it happened.

Regardless, the implications of bi-generation are still yet to be explained. Can the bi-generated Fourteenth Doctor (and maybe even the other Doctors) regenerate himself or will he have to merge back with Fifteen ala the Watcher? How is the Valeyard supposed to fit into this? If this was truly meant to be a rehab for Fourteen, then why did Fifteen bi-generate the TARDIS? Oh, but I guess we can't leave Fourteen without a TARDIS like how Eleven was basically stranded on Trenzalore for 900 years. That'll give him an excuse to forget about the emotional baggage Fifteen left him. How long can we expect Fourteen's rebab to go for? As long as it takes for Clara to finally decide to face her death at the hands of the raven, because this bi-generation was RTD doing a Moffat and Clara-ing Fourteen. (Side note, I can slightly forgive this if both Fourteen and Fifteen can regenerate and one of them becomes the Valeyard.)

The Timeless Child revelation makes all this even worse, because assuming the Doctor can regenerate unlimited times again at this point, it's all boiled down to "It's magic, we don't have to explain it." Hell, I didn't even bother counting how many regenerations the Doctor has in his second regenerative cycle at this point with the Master force-regenerating the Doctor into himself and then Yaz going to great pains to reverse it, that is how much the Timeless Child revelation made me stop giving a fuck.

OH, FUCK OFF.

Look, if the bi-generation was just between Fourteen and Fifteen, leaving it as the mythically rare occurrence that it should have been, then I would have been fine with it, but RTD implying that it echoed back and affected the Doctor’s past just so he can begin a “Doctorverse” is just bad, especially when we don’t know the full implications of bi-generation.

"But Azuma, didn't you do bi-generations as well in your personal project? You've got Doctor Whooves, the Pony Doctor and Storm Dasher, plus you've got all of Hiroki's prototypes in your stories. You even mentioned prototype regeneration in the not-so spoiler-free thought for this review!"

Oh yeah, it's coming. I haven't forgotten about that.

The Kisekae Connection

I could give you some links to previous instalments of Kisekae Insights where I talk about Hiroki Ichigo and his prototype regenerations, but since I'm padding out the review and I want to repeat things on Kisekae Insights, I'm going to do a full essay here, but before that, let's talk about two other connections related to the rest of the Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Specials.

Meta-crisis

The meta-crisis plot point was used for several characters in my personal project.

Kyōko Izumi was a new prototype introduced in December 2011. Immediately after his regeneration, not all of his appearance changed until during a crisis involving the Sycorax, where the TARDIS console opens and Kyōko received the power of the Time Vortex, giving him his new appearance. Once the Sycorax left, Kyōko began to have a mental breakdown like Donna did until the Doctor wiped his memory of the past few hours. Entrusting Kyōko to the care of the Lucky Stars of Saitama, the Doctor explains that until his regeneration stabilises, he cannot be reminded of him or he will die. The events of The End of Time take place during a time when Kyōko's regeneration hadn't stabilised yet and is a significant plot point in the story. The power of the Time Vortex gradually left him as well during that time.

In the serial Parallax of Love and Time (which forms the first four episodes of my Series 4), the meta-crisis plot of Journey's End is adapted with Doctor Whooves and his companion, Derpy Hooves, creating a non-cross-eyed alter ego within herself known as the DoctorDerpy, or Ditzy (Doo) as she would call herself. Derpy would be left in Ponyville with the Meta-Crisis Doctor Whooves, also known as Time Turner, while Doctor Whooves would get killed again and regenerate into his next incarnation. Derpy did not require her memories wiped because Equestrian magic can alleviate the strain of a Time Lord consciousness in ponies.

The same plot point would be repeated again when I actually adapted Journey's End for real in Series 5's The Return of Antoni. Fifi Forget-me-not used a prototype replica Soul Talisman (from a Parallax War universe) to regenerate herself, but she managed to siphon off much of her regeneration energy into the heart of the TARDIS before her appearance could change. Storm Dasher would end up looking into the heart of the TARDIS and become part-Time Lord as Derpy, in her Ditzy alter ego, appears and saves the TARDIS from being destroyed. Like with Derpy, Dasher did not require his memories to be wiped; in fact, becoming part-Time Lord and representing a new Element of Harmony, Time, were precursors to him becoming Ultraman Ginga and evolving into an alicorn years later.

Trans character

I didn't include this in my topic about trans issues for last week's review because I didn't want to distract from them, especially given how I handled the subject.

Towards the end of the Salacian Time War in Series 7's opener, a new male prototype who would be known as Korasuke Hayashi was born. As he was left in the care of Yuno at the Hidamari Apartments, Korasuke would need to disguise himself as a female to even be there and so, with Yuno's help, he assumes the persona of Kumiko Hayashi.

During the 50th Anniversary Series, a mishap during an adventure caused Kumiko to become permanently female, though unable to have children. Uniquely, this happened without Kumiko going through things like mental health evaluation, hormone therapy and gender reassignment surgery, which is why I acknowledge that this is far from being an accurate portrayal of trans people. (I don't know if this was mentioned or not, but the Doctor might have offered to find a way to make Kumiko a boy again but Kumiko refused because of reasons I'm about to explain now.)

The reason why I made Kumiko permanently female was because I started to forget that she was actually Korasuke, so I decided to get that out of the way. I don't think of Kumiko's old name as a deadname because I didn't use it much, so that name didn't stick with people and therefore Kumiko isn’t fixated on people deadnaming or misgendering her.

Oh no, a male in a female-only space, I guess I'm cancelled by TERFs now. Oh wait, I basically blackfaced the transgender experience, so I guess I'm cancelled by the trans community for being a transphobe now. Lol calm down, you clearly don't understand that this is (fan)fiction and that I acknowledged that this is not an accurate representation of being trans.

Can Kumiko be non-binary as well? I don't know, think what you want. She's already transgender anyway.

Bi-generation case 1: Quad-generation

In The End of Time, the Doctor regenerated into his next incarnation, but three other individuals regenerated from him - two of them got their own TARDISes. For additional reasons that are detailed in previous instalments of Kisekae Insights, the Doctor ended up using six regenerations in one go, creating three ponies with a regeneration each and splitting away two human lives that had merged into him.

Of the three ponies were two Time Lords, Doctor Whooves and the Pony Doctor, and an Earth pony named Jee Gun who later became Storm Dasher. Long story short, Doctor Whooves gained a meta-crisis incarnation, then the Pony Doctor sacrificed the regeneration he had so that Doctor Whooves could regenerate again.

Although the reason why this quad-generation happened wasn't explained initially, the Doctor would make use of a Time Puncher used by Girl Power to ensure that the existences of the three ponies would be cemented - a future revision is expected to slightly change this by having the Doctor input some history that the Time Puncher apparently missed, unintentionally becoming the reason for their existences in the first place.

The difference between this and the bi-generation is that the old (David Tennant) incarnation doesn't stay around, though you can say that he did end up becoming Doctor Whooves for a time.

Oh, and by the way? At the end of my Doctor Who series, the Doctor regenerates into himself for a final time and it is later revealed that he and the TARDIS became one, repairing the TARDIS' chameleon circuit while also allowing the Doctor to assume whatever form he wants, so the Curator and the past Doctors can still be things without this bi-generation mess.

Bi-generation case 2: Prototype regeneration

This case is the closest analog to the bi-generation we saw in the episode and yet in my opinion, is better than it. For one thing, the character in question who can bi-generate is NOT the Doctor and for another, the mechanics of it have been thoroughly explained in multiple lore dumps over the years, basically repeating the same thing I'm about to describe.

The Fifteenth Doctor was right when he said that bi-generation was a myth because I did write it as a phenomenon that only happens to one person. To explain it, we'll need to look at the Doctor's origins from the POV of my personal project. Enjoy this description copied verbatim from #2 because it's taking long enough writing two posts at the same time as it is:

During the Time War, the Time Lords were desperate for more soldiers and resurrecting their dead wasn’t enough for them. As such, Lord President Rassilon invented a virus, suspended in Mako energy, and spread it on Earth at some points in history. While the virus would have no effect on the infected, it would sometimes result in the souls of their offspring being harvested and transported to Gallifrey, where they would become new Time Lords. The human “shells” would be left with corrupted chromosomes and/or brain activity as a result. Other humans documented these genetic and neurodevelopmental disorders over the years, resulting in what we know today as disorders like Down syndrome and autism (though I should note that the Time Lords probably didn’t cause every disorder known to mankind).

At essentially the same time, the Shinra Electric Power Company worked on the Jenova Project, injecting a number of people with Jenova cells in the process. By chance, one of those people had a child *1 with someone who was infected with Rassilon’s virus and also a twin *2 that they were unaware about until its birth. Unfortunately, in the present-day view of the project, Shinra had already fallen and there are no plans for a “reunion theory”. *3

After the twins were born, they had to be taken to another hospital due to complications. In the middle of the night, the Time Lords were extracting the child’s soul (the other babies in the nursery were chanting an angelic prayer in the process) when the twin suddenly emitted a blast of Mako energy, causing everything to go silent. In reality, that soul was knocked out of the Time Vortex and landed on Gallifrey long before the Time War. That soul became the Time Lord who would be known as the Doctor. My backstory is that he was found by Omega and raised like any other Gallifreyan. *4

The child would later be diagnosed with autism. Uniquely, due to the Time Lord and Jenova DNA in him coupled with whatever remnant Mako energy there was (I dunno), the child also had the ability to regenerate, but it would create another body in the process and he was also susceptible to regenerating following emotional distress (like a broken heart or something, think Takotsubo cardiomyopathy). The child would keep on living as the “archetype”, while the new body created would take on a separate identity and live as a “prototype”. The process varies each time; either the child would regenerate into the prototype and the archetype (or real self) would manifest sometime later, or the child would regenerate into his next incarnation and the prototype would manifest later. As for the twin, well, everyone forgot about him because of the Time War, so he was put up for adoption as if he were an orphan. However, he did not share his brother’s regeneration abilities. In the story, they meet each other again and basically, all is well.

*1: Hiroki Ichigo *2: Parker Zhou *3: Until Soulbound Series 4 *4: See? No Timeless Child bullshit here.

So in summary, the Doctor was born from Hiroki Ichigo due to circumstances and Hiroki is able to bi-generate as a result. You know, seeing how Fifteen was basically leaving his emotional baggage to Fourteen for his "rehab", I think I have a better tl;dr explanation for my version of it: "Oh no, my family or someone who was supposed to be close to me hurt my feelings! I guess I'll regenerate, become a different person and escape my emotional baggage because I'm too much of a snowflake to cope!" God, I fucking hate myself.

Like the Doctor, Hiroki has gone through a forgotten regeneration (Hayato Kisaichi), a meta-crisis regeneration (Takumi Kamijō/Kumiko Hayashi) and a female regeneration (Momoka Mizutani). In fact, with the exception of the meta-crisis regeneration, Hiroki was the other two prototypes for a short amount of time before they separated, meaning that I predicted bi-generation nearly a decade before RTD showed it to the world.

The main reason why bi-generation works better for Hiroki than the Doctor is because regeneration is different for Hiroki than any other Time Lord. Also, it is made clear that Hiroki has the same twelve regeneration limit of other Time Lords (barring certain exceptions) and the prototypes are unable to regenerate themselves. The way regeneration works for Hiroki is that he is still the same person who only changes slightly with each regeneration - in fact, you could say that the prototypes were new incarnations that split off from Hiroki instead of him regenerating into each one, but by that logic Hiroki would have had three female incarnations before Jodie Whittaker debuted as the Thirteenth Doctor. Then again, Steven Moffat made Joanna Lumley the Thirteenth Doctor in The Curse of Fatal Death, so this isn't the one-up I thought it would be.

Hiroki's final regeneration is made to be different from his original self because it signifies his final victory in the fight to be a different person, his ideal self. Despite this however, Hiroki's problems always have a way of catching up to him, and while he has found a way to conquer each and every one, there is one big problem that he has neglected for a long time, but that is a story for another day...

You know, over the years I've come to realise that "prototype" and "archetype" are inaccurate words to describe my version of bi-generation, but now that I've actually seen bi-generation for myself, maybe there were better names that I could have used:

prototype regeneration = bi-generation

prototype = splinter

archetype = original

No, I'm not going to revise all mentions of "prototype regeneration" to "bi-generation". I may be doing revised editions of my stories, but the prototype regenerations (among other things) are a core part of them that changing anything about them would make my stories drastically different. I'm not an SJW revisionist.

This concludes the Doctor Who review/Kisekae Insights crossover. And now, we take you back to your respective hells of series. They don't get any better than this.

The Celestial Toymaker

This episode featured the return of the Celestial Toymaker, now known only as the Toymaker, played by Neil Patrick Harris. His first appearance was in the third season of the classic series, played by Michael Gough. The Toymaker was a being who loved to play games with others, but he hated to lose and the games would always be rigged in his favour. While he would never cheat, as he was bound by the rules of the games set by himself or his opponents, he could bend them to some extent or conveniently forget to mention them. He also had the power to manipulate reality and if he were to lose a game, that power would briefly be granted to his opponent so they can claim their prize. Hmm, could the Toymaker have been behind the Desire Grand Prix of Kamen Rider Geats? Nah, totally not at all.

The "celestial" element of the Toymaker was toned down in this episode, though the Doctor does mention the word once. In the 1966 serial, the Toymaker is shown dressed like a Chinese mandarin, or a bureaucrat in imperial times. Huh, I wonder if they had a Central Bureaucracy. Oh, wait.

Anyway, because of that, SJWs in the 21st century thought that this was problematic because of "cultural appropriation" (also, the serial contained the use of the hard-r n-word in the traditional form of a counting rhyme), so RTD decided that this white villain would be played by a white man. On top of that, RTD wanted to acknowledge this by giving the 2023 Toymaker a racist aspect by having him speak in German and French accents in addition to British and a little bit of American accents. So I guess being (or God forbid, acting) German or French is racist now? Also, I can tell that some German words were made up in the Toymaker's lines. That's just as racist as people mixing Asian sounds together and making up Asian words that make no sense in their original languages. Look, jokes aside, this isn't a "shut up RTD" moment because this wasn't his fault. The problematic elements have been there for years.

There's a little aspect of the Toymaker's "racism" that I must disagree with:

The Toymaker: "I really must apologise for the rain. You must be used to sunnier climes." Charles: "I was born in Cheltenham."

Yeah well, I'm from Queensland. We get cyclones. OK, I'm not really from Queensland, but this isn't the racist attack you think it is, RTD.

The song used in the Toymaker's song and dance scene, Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls, had a problematic lyric that goes "Yellow man in Timbuktu/Colour for both me and you". The Spice Girls have revised that line in future performances so that it becomes "happy people in Timbuktu", which doesn't fit the syllables of the original line. RTD acknowledged this and so the line was covered up in the episode. You know, with my usual aversion to political correctness gone mad, I'm the kind of person who actually doesn't care about the line and I'm Asian. In fact, thanks to China's One Belt One Road Initiative, that line has never been more accurate.

If you didn't get the joke, Timbuktu is a city in Mali and Mali, like many African countries, is a member of the initiative. Although Mali is a landlocked country, it is expected to benefit from the African Continental Free Trade Area. In fact, a Chinese company has set up Konyobla and Karan villages in Mali with solar-powered electricity and water pumps. Granted, they are very far away from Timbuktu, but they'll get there sooner or later.

Also, Chinese singer Nicholas Tse 謝霆鋒 (famous for hosting a cooking show that makes Gordon Ramsay look like Ncuti Gatwa) sang a song called 黃種人, which literally translates to "yellow people". And it's not just him. Other Chinese singers have sung songs with nationalistic themes that make reference to "yellow skin". Again, this isn't a "shut up RTD" moment because this is more of a dig at the Spice Girls.

Also, the last line of the song before the Toymaker disappeared - did the "Hai" get blorted out in it? I know the line was misheard for many years, but there was nothing problematic about it. However, when that line was replayed again in Unleashed, the "Hai" didn't get blorted out. What the hell, sound team?

Anyway, of the original 1966 serial, only one episode of four was recovered (the audio remains intact for all four episodes), so the entire serial is set to be re-released in an animated format with a reconstruction of the three missing episodes and a new remaster of the recovered fourth episode. The animation style is... rather controversial, apparently.

Other general thoughts

Clearly the London scene at the beginning of this episode (and Kate going full Karen) was meant to satirise the coronavirus pandemic of 2020-22, what with everyone being right and all (hence why I titled that section "What the left thinks freedom protesters want"). Donna suggests to Kate that they distribute the Zeedex to everyone, to which Kate shows her a clip of Trinity Wells (RTD's go-to American news presenter played by Lachele Carl) on her own show, talking about how the Zeedex is a conspiracy to control and monitor humanity, a clear satire of vaccines and vaccine mandates. One question, was there ever an intention to distribute the Zeedex to the wider population? It just sounds like a lot of money and time wasted when you could just have UNIT use the Zeedex while the Doctor tries to solve the situation. That being said, if that was the case, then it can be presumed that Trinity Wells knew about the Zeedex from leaked or stolen information.

Wilf is featured in this episode, however Bernard Cribbins was not due to his health, hence his appearance was done with a stand-in, an archive line from Series 4 and a mention at the end. When I heard Wilf say to Donna, "You go with the Doctor" in the preview clip, it felt a bit heartwarming because it reminded me of how Sylvia was so hesitant regarding aliens and distrusting of the Doctor back then (even more so when Donna's memory was wiped) while Wilf was a lot more open-minded and sympathetic to his granddaughter. RTD apparently had a version of the episode where Wilf was revealed to have died to acknowledge Bernard Cribbins' death, but Phil Collinson opposed it.

I have a weird irk about using the definite article when addressing aliens in normal conversation like their name is a title. It's always "the something", like "the Meep" or "the Vlinx" when you could drop the definite article and nobody would bat an eye. You could do that with "the Doctor" and just address him as "Doctor" like everyone has because it's a title.

The Toymaker talks about what happened to the Master; the Master begged the Toymaker for his life in exchange for one final game, but he lost and he was sealed in a gold tooth- okay, that is too many teeth for a mouth, the rest of the teeth have to be fake. Anyway, after the Toymaker was defeated, a hand with red nail polish picks up the gold tooth- alright, I know this is a direct rip off of the signet ring from Last of the Time Lords and I know what RTD is getting at. Can we fucking not, please? Moffat killed off the Master, then Chibnall resurrected him to deliver the stupid Timeless Child retcon before killing him off again. Can we just have an incarnation where the Doctor doesn't have to face the Master again- oh right, the bi-generation. Really wrote myself into a corner with that one. But still, surely there are loads of other Time Lords that could be brought back? With Mel back in the picture, can we finally have a return of the Rani maybe? Hell, you brought the Toymaker back and made him like the Master, because everything he did is totally what the modern series Master would do.

Also, the Toymaker tells the Doctor that he made a jigsaw out of his history, which some fans have interpreted to be a retcon of the Timeless Child. Ahahahahaha, no it isn't. If we're supposed to believe that this was the Toymaker's doing, then why did we get the Tecteun double-down in Flux or the mention last episode? Yeah, RTD's not going to retcon the Timeless Child because he has to give face to Chibnall (as part of the Fitzroy Crowd), but he mentioned that this was a "loosening of the rules"; fans can say anything about the Doctor now, whether he was really half-human as the Eighth Doctor, whether he was actually the Timeless Child or the other. Yeah, I sure do appreciate this attempt at "ignoring" the Timeless Child retcon, not that fans could do this already or the extended universe was breaking the rules before later stories defined them.

During the bi-generation, the Fifteenth Doctor is left without pants (because Fourteen took them), and so for the last 15 minutes of the episode, he is just walking about in a shirt, an untied tie and briefs, the absence of trousers which I didn't notice initially. John Barrowman got cancelled for less than this (quite literally, in a manner of speaking) and he got thrown under the bus because of Noel Clarke (albeit indirectly).

Mel Bush was a companion of the Sixth and Seventh Doctors. Her debut was in Terror of the Vervoids, the third serial of The Trial of a Time Lord saga which showed Mel being from the Sixth Doctor's future at the time of his trial and thus her introduction was left to extended media. She stayed with the Doctor through his later regeneration before she decided to leave and travel with Sabalom Glitz, the Doctor now travelling with Glitz's former companion Ace. In this episode's recollection of events, Mel travelled with Glitz until he died at the age of 101. After attending a space funeral, Mel decided to head back to Earth on a Zingo (space Uber?), but she found herself with nothing on Earth (she describes herself as an orphan here but that only applies to children, not adults). She had a cameo at the end of The Power of the Doctor and in this episode, she is shown working with Kate and Shirley at UNIT.

Say what you will about these specials undermining Donna's character development, but she truly got a happy ending in the end and she deserved it. She's got her memories back, her mother likes her and the Doctor, and she's got a high-paying job at UNIT (£120k plus 5 weeks' holiday). Heck, the Fourteenth Doctor and Mel got their happy endings as well; Fourteen doesn't have to go and Mel finally found another family after losing hers.

The Fifteenth Doctor's TARDIS has a wheelchair ramp now, "bringing it into the 21st century" as Shirley says. Apparently on set, this was known as the "Tharries Ramp", something that was confirmed by Benjamin Cook after RTD was inspired to do so from watching his videos. It's nice and all, but... Tharries once bugged Bowlestrek and NoelZone to do a stream together with them (he even casually refers to himself as a "mini Bowlestrek" lmao) before turning on them to hang with the likes of Channel Pup and Mr TARDIS, even going to far as to copyright strike the stream for "privacy violations" because he was clearly ashamed of it. Congratulations, RTD, you pandered to a left-wing grifter. Sure, being disabled doesn't mean that someone is evil, but it doesn't mean that they are incapable of evil just because they are disabled (case in point Davros). Evil doesn't discriminate whether you are disabled or not.

In the end, Donna believes that the Doctor got his old face back and found her because it was destiny telling him to come home. Somehow, I find that hard to believe given how the DoctorDonna was the cause of the Doctor and Donna meeting in the first place, helped by Dalek Caan. Maybe this could have been the Toymaker's apology offering or something, which would also explain how the Doctor's clothes changed when he regenerated back into his old face. Or maybe it might also be the work of The One Who Waits, possibly the Meep's "boss" mentioned in The Star Beast.

The anniversary roundup (and RTD’s work behind the scenes)

Oh, you thought I was done with this review? I haven't even covered the topic I was planning to cover for this week. God, this is going to be longer than a Content Cop at this point.

After signing back onto the series as showrunner in 2021, RTD has been working non-stop to make the 60th Anniversary the best it could be. At the time of writing, production is currently ongoing for Series 15, due to premiere in 2025, and promotion for the 60th Anniversary goes way back to the end of The Power of the Doctor. RTD and Bad Wolf have really taken the opportunity to make up for the irregular gaps and lack of promotion, two of the most frustrating shortcomings of the Chibnall era's production. Christmas Specials are back and the show is back on Saturday nights, which is a real plus.

While reviewing the 2022 Specials, I did get a bit pissy at the news that there wouldn't be any series until the 60th Anniversary. In addition to this, Series 14 and 15 will be eight episodes long with an additional Christmas Special. While mulling over this for the past year, I realised that a significant amount of the RTD and Moffat era's shortcomings came from having to produce 13 episodes and a Christmas Special in 9 months. Although the Chibnall era had its series reduced to 10 episodes each, Chibnall had to assist rookie writers which resulted in the series finale only being a first draft; all the other shortcomings came down to inexperience, incompetence or neglect.

On top of that, production values have evolved over the past 60 years to the point where we need to consider quality over quantity particularly with the amount of work required to produce an episode of a series like Doctor Who. The equivalent of 21 full-length episodes in the First Doctor era cannot be achieved with all the work, time and budget required in current year, which has necessitated the reduction of episodes in production over time. With these factors in consideration, I suppose I can accept that this is the cost of getting a series every year in this new era.

In terms of extended universe content, the Fourteenth Doctor is special in that he had his debut in comics before his first episode. Following his regeneration, the Fourteenth Doctor received a 14-issue long comic run in Doctor Who Magazine from November 2022, titled Liberation of the Daleks. The Doctor was not known to experience any post-regeneration complications, presumably due to going back to a previous body for a new incarnation.

As we got closer to the 60th anniversary, the episode titles for the specials were released six months prior in a reveal trailer. At the start of November 2023, BBC iPlayer in the UK launched Whoniverse, which hosted all content related to Doctor Who including all old episodes and spinoffs. Notably, the very first story, An Unearthly Child, is not available in the back catalogue due to a rights dispute with the inheritor of writer Anthony Coburn's estate, his son Stef. Stef claims that the BBC "offered a pittance" to him to relicense the story after cancelling it, claiming that his father also owned the rights to the TARDIS as well and that the BBC effectively "killed" his father by registering the TARDIS as a trademark in 1976 without asking permission or offering payment. Stef has also been known to be against the concept of regeneration, let alone the Thirteenth Doctor being a woman, but regardless of this or any insinuation of Stef being racist or anti-woke, I think we can agree that it is spiteful of him to hold back An Unearthly Child from the Whoniverse, not that it isn't available on physical media or other sources already. The BBC hasn't given their side of the story as far as we know, so there's not much more I can say on that. It's really saying something when even the notorious Ian Levine is speaking out against Stef and has been since 2013 according to a Twitter search.

As November began, we got Talking Doctor Who, a documentary hosted by David Tennant featuring archived interviews from mostly past Doctors. There was also a six-part spinoff, Tales of the TARDIS, featuring omnibus editions of classic serials bookended by newly filmed scenes of the Doctors and companions in a memory TARDIS, an initiative presumably inspired by The Power of the Doctor as Tegan and Ace got a chance to appear again with their respective Doctors. According to Screen Rant, it fixed mistakes from said special by acknowledging a relationship between Tegan and Nyssa, had the Seventh Doctor acknowledge his manipulation of Ace, and fundamentally, bringing the Doctor into the companion therapy process. The article's writer says that the memory TARDIS is a "giant middle finger" to Graham's Companions Anonymous group, but it's not like it's impossible to have both things. Like I said before, this is where RTD stated that the bi-generated Doctors could come in, but my theory is that they were the Doctor's Guardians of the Edge being projected into the memory TARDIS.

On 23 November, The Daleks in Colour premiered as a colourised cut of the original 1963 serial that beat the Beatles in ratings and saved the show from cancellation before it even started. Compressing a 7-part serial into 75 minutes has honestly got to be a hell of an ask for editor Benjamin Cook, which isn't helped when people are panning it for things like the jump cuts and repeated flashbacks to things like the anti-radiation drugs. This version also has updated visual effects, a new soundtrack and additional Dalek voices from Nicholas Briggs. I thought it was alright, but other people may have stronger feelings than I do about it. I think it could have been better if it was 90 minutes long.

Following this, An Adventure in Space and Time was replayed, but with the ending changed to show Ncuti Gatwa instead of Matt Smith (along with more edits to the scenes showing the filming of the first serial due to rights issues). Apparently Mark Gatiss designed the scene so that it could feature any Doctor for any anniversary they decided to replay it. I'm a bit meh on this, but whatever.

On 25 November, after The Star Beast was broadcast, a documentary Doctor Who: 60 Years of Secrets and Scandals was broadcast on Channel 5 in the UK, covering various topics mostly relating to the classic series. In addition to this, BBC Radio released various audio documentaries relating to the classic series, the Wilderness Years and the modern series. A number of Doctor Who figures were invited on My Life In A Mixtape, where for an hour, they play the songs that defined their lives. Katy Manning (who played Jo) also narrated an audio special featuring an interview with composer Murray Gold by Richard Latto of BBC Radio Solent. I didn't care for it, but I did also listen to Surviving Doctor Who, where Toby Hadoke defined one word or phrase for each letter of the alphabet, and Doctor Who: 60 Years of Friends and Foes hosted by Sue Perkins, which explores how the show reflected the social history of the world across the decades.

Summary and verdict (and the future of these reviews)

If you've read up to here by now I'm sure you're tired of me ranting like a cooker gaslighting you into thinking I'm right or a lefty putting walls of text in a meme in an attempt to convince you why a half-Indian actor playing Isaac Newton isn't racist, so I won't belabour my verdict any more than necessary.

I liked the episode. Neil Patrick Harris as the Toymaker was great, we saw Kate Stewart and Mel Bush again and the Doctor and Donna got their happy ending. However, where it fails is the bi-generation, because the concept takes away the gravitas mavitas of regeneration and the implications of it are not fully explained. Unfortunately, there are no plans for David Tennant to return, at least for now. It's not as bad as the Timeless Child retcon, but it is up there.

Rating: 5/10 60th Anniversary cumulative total: 16/30 (53%)

In conclusion, the 60th Anniversary Specials were a return to form for Doctor Who after the Chibnall era all but killed it. I won't say that it's a good starting point for new fans because although it may be so, you should binge at least the first RTD era in order to understand the DoctorDonna storyline. It also sets up The One Who Waits as something that will be important for the Fifteenth Doctor's era and also lays the groundwork for another reboot of the series.

RTD did double-down on the Timeless Child again, but instead of pussying out like Chibnall did in Flux, he leaves the door open for fan interpretation by implying that the retcon was a game by the Toymaker, nonsensical though it may have been.

The Message is still prevalent throughout the three specials, but as I said in my spoiler-free thought for the first special, you have to be willing to overlook it in order to find enjoyment in this series (unless you clearly don't have a problem with it in the first place). While I am okay with the "woke" politics (belittling though they may be), I wasn't okay with RTD's stupid justifications for certain decisions he made in production, such as the decision to have the Doctor regenerate his clothes as well, justifying the portrayal of Davros without his life support wheelchair or the bi-generation working retroactively so that all the previous Doctors still exist in a sense.

Sure, RTD has done some phenomenal stories in his era which is deserving of our respect, but let's not forget how he treats critics and detractors on social media. Do you really want to support or care about the opinions of a showrunner who has a stick so far up his ass that he thinks he can say things like these and have sycophants (in both the access media and social media) support him doing so?

I compared the first RTD era to writers Naruhisa Arakawa and Yasuko Kobayashi with producer Naomi Takebe in Toei tokusatsu. Replace Naomi Takebe with Shinichirō Shirakura post-Super Hero Taisen/Twitter (Zi-O, Zenkaiger, Donbrothers) and you get the RTD2 era in a nutshell. Say what you will about Shirakura or even Chibnall, at least they didn't outright insult fans on social media.

With all that being said, I would like to announce that I won't be continuing to review the RTD2 era after these specials. The main reason isn't because of RTD or the bi-generation (though they are contributing factors), but it's because I've been feeling a bit burnt out on Doctor Who after watching Wild Blue Yonder and dealing with a few real life problems around that time. Also, I promised my fans an original story for the 20th anniversary of Sea Princesses in October 2024 and right now, I'm stuck doing side stories and tie-ins when I've barely made any progress on the main story. I'll still continue to watch Doctor Who as a casual fan, it's just that I might limit myself to posting thoughts about episodes if they're important for me to post about. I did consider doing reviews without restating the plot, but I thought it would be better if I stepped down from reviewing instead of trying to force out cut-down reviews.

How do I think The Message was handled during the 60th Anniversary specials compared to the Chibnall era? I expected to find more SJW red flags in the first two episodes of Series 11 than I found in these specials. Although I was dense to a lot of things back when I started the Thirteenth Doctor Reviews, I have to give Chibnall credit for the Timeless Child revelation and Flux because they enabled me to spot and call out RTD's bullshit during the specials.

At this point I'm feeling more apathetic to the current state of Doctor Who than anger and that's mostly because I've been emotionally detaching myself from the show once the Moffat era came to a close (this was also because I wanted to branch my personal project away from the BBC canon and do my own thing with the Doctor after Twice Upon a Time). The Timeless Child revelation was the terminal cancer for Doctor Who as I knew it, the double-down was the fatal blow and despite the return of RTD giving me hope, the bi-generation was the death knell. Although the Ncuti Gatwa era is slated to be a reboot, it's really just going to be "same same but different".

Speaking of Ncuti Gatwa, I will make a few comments about what we know. His new costume (I'm pretty sure he'll have different costumes in each episode) reminds me of Series 4 Donna Noble's look, and I'm sorry, but that is not a sonic screwdriver. Call it a remote if you like, but I'm surprised they didn't make it a flip phone. At least the Fourteenth Doctor's sonic screwdriver won't go to waste now that we know he's still around.

RTD has also stated that the show will be taking a step towards fantasy, something that will annoy people who knew it as a hard science-fiction show. I'm interested in seeing how it plays out. When I was in Year 10 English class, I mentioned to my friends how Doctor Who was a sci-fi show. My teacher overheard it and he made a counterpoint that it was a fantasy show. Thinking about it, he did have a point there as Doctor Who (and other sci-fi shows really) can be considered fantasy shows with a sci-fi setting - a science fantasy, if you will.

Before I sign off I will say one final thing about Christopher Eccleston. At the 2023 For The Love Of Sci-Fi convention in Manchester, Eccleston was asked what it would take for him to return to Doctor Who, and he said, "Sack Russell T Davies, sack Jane Tranter, sack Phil Collinson, sack Julie Gardner and I'll come back." Eccleston has been very open with what happened on Doctor Who given what we heard and I've also covered it in the Doctor Who 10 for 10 post for Series 1. I think if he were asked this at Dragon Con in 2021, before we knew that RTD was coming back and that the show would be produced by Bad Wolf, he would have said, "Get Doctor Who away from the BBC," meaning "Move the production away from BBC Studios".

That is it for my Doctor Who reviews. If you have managed to make it this far, thank you for reading this and a big thank you to everyone who has read and interacted with my reviews. Sorry I won't be able to continue reviewing the rest of the RTD2 era in depth and sorry I took longer than usual to finish this review. I feel like I've neglected myself over the years to dedicate myself to my internet audience and I hope to refocus my priorities to balance taking care of myself with content creation.

Despite the death of Doctor Who as I knew it, I hope the new Doctor Who will at least continue to be as enjoyable as it was over the past 60 years.

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