#but I saw that peacock feather type outfit

[arcxnumvitae]

The scorned crown prince of the Kingdom of Zhongyang

"Bonus":

[morimakesfanart]

Lucid Dream 2024 July 21 -Amusement Park Inspection

I was going around an amusement park that was set up like a town the way Disney does it. The theme of the park was animated series I'd seen, so there was anime, and American and European cartoons referenced at the same time. As I went around I had an odd sense of superiority/ownership. I couldn't tell if it was the fact that I was Lucid dreaming so I knew I could do whatever I want, or if my place in the dream world had some type of ownership over the park. I had been set up with a scavenger hunt to help show me around the park and see all the small details. For the SH I was given a pair of 3D glasses that would be needed to see hidden messages around the park. Most of the messages were names of characters or events that were set up as statues or murals around the park. The ones I remember most clearly were the end. "Agent in the Sky" that lead me to the castle from Spy X Family. Climbing up the castle gave a great view of the park but I couldn't spot anything until I was on the way down and saw a Perry the Platypus ((Phineas and Ferb)) statue hanging outside one of the windows. The glasses revealed a message on his tail "CHILCHUCK" ((Dungeon Meshi)).

So I headed for the only bar I saw on the map -based on Quindecim from Death Parade. That whole building had rooms dedicated to characters that like drinking, so of course there was a room for Sinbad. A large sliding door cabinet for wine had a layered wooden carving of Sinbad's Focalor Full Body Djinn Equip. It was stained wood, but painted to get the tones. It was gorgeous craftsmanship.

While studying it I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing in the reflection on the window. It was pretty much the design I made for my final arc outfit in Sindria's Prophet, only with a few added flourishes. The biggest difference from my og design was that I had a jeweled broach over my heart that had peacock feathers out the top.

When I got to the bar I saw that there were characters on the coasters, and realized I had to order the right drink to get the one with Chilchuck on it. Since I'm allergic to most alcohol on the menu I ordered something I thought was the Chilchuck drink, and another that I could actually have. It was a lemon lime soda with frozen fruit sorbet pressed into gemstone shapes in a thin but tall glass with a straw. It was cute and refreshing. I'm not sure what series it was for though.

A guy that reminded me of [a friend's ex] sat next to me and started talking at me. By the way he was eyeing me I could tell he was trying to showoff or flirt. He was rambling about the making of the park and all the tech things that when into it. At least he had good taste as a fellow Simpbad and told me all about the Magi parts so I could go find those later. I was an obvious Simpbad from my outfit. But then he started mansplaining my drink choices at me, and got disrespectful of people with allergies. The asshole was going off on how I "couldn't truly appreciate Sinbad" like he could because I don't drink things I can't verify.

I was done with the scavenger hunt after that line and stood up. "You realize Sinbad isn't going to fuck you, right?"

His brow furrowed and he turned in his seat to keep facing me. "He isn't going to fuck you either! Everyone knows he's settled down now."

I rolled my eyes as I took out a shellphone and walked off. I went back to the wine room with the wood Sinbad to make my call. I called someone I knew wasn't currently in a meeting. "One of Sin's fanboys is here and pissed me off. I want to leave. Send someone to come get me and make it flashy. I want to show off who my husband is."

After a few mins one of the Sindria Company private airships flew over head and got close to the building. The side of the hull opened up and Sinbad was standing in it smiling at me. Even though I knew he couldn't hear me at that distance I still said out loud, "You didn't have to come personally, you know."

He let down a cloth rope for me to grab and pulled me up. One hand instantly wrapped around my waist to support me when I was in range. The other held onto the frame of the door. "So you want to show off your husband, huh?"

I returned his cheeky smile with my own. "Yeah."

He laughed. "Did I do a good job?"

"This is far more than enough."

He leaned down and lifted me slightly so his face was closer to mine. "Then can I get my reward?"

I used one had to stroke his cheek. "Of course." And when we kissed I used the other hand to direct a middle finger at the window of the bar.

Sinbad laughed when he caught what I was doing before finally closing the door to the ship. The kiss was definitely part of showing off.

((I laughed when I woke up at how this ended. My only regret was taking months to have the time to draw it))

[jinxthejubilee]

Judging/Rating their Demon Forms

This is me pretending that I know anything about fashion. I've wanted to do this for the longest time, but I never got around to it. But, here we go!

Warning: I want NO real slander towards the Obey Me devs for their outfits. These are just my opinions for the fun of it, I have grown used to each of their forms.

ALSO, their demon forms look much better in their in-game cards and fan art. I'm making my judgements based on their in-game models.

So without further adieu, let's begin! Starting off with:

1) Lucifer: The old man himself.

Honestly, he ties with Asmo in terms of best designed demon form. But I put him first because I love how regal he looks.

I love the shape of his horns, not too crazy-looking and not too boring.

I'm in love with the headcanon that the diamond on his forehead was where his third eye used to be as an angel.

I like the switch from black to red for his gloves.

The little splashes of color from the peacock feathers makes it all pop.

As much as I'm saddened by the fact that he doesn't have six wings anymore, I think four wings is perfect for him.

I wonder how heavy his wings are.

10/10. Everything is put together really well. Not overly simple, but not overly complicated either. They weren't kidding with his trademark: "Perfectly flawless" (Don't get bigheaded Luci, some of your outfits don't hit that well).

2) Asmodeus: Mr. Pretty Poison

If there are three things I'm a sucker for, it's roses, heart-themed objects/clothes, and men in pink. This man has ALL THREE!!

To be honest, I didn't even realize that he had roses on his... vest? (Idk what you call that shirt), until I saw them drawn in the manga.

I like the dripping heart birthmarks/marking. His arms would look too bare otherwise.

I like how dainty the wings are. I kinda wish that they had a pink gradient on the tips, like the horns do.

The big cuffs took some getting used to, but I can't see him wearing sleeves.

I love the scorpion, such a nice design! 😍

The buckles on the pant leg are interesting. Again, it's been so long that when I imagine him wearing regular black pants, he looks naked.

9/10. It screams pretty boy, but a dangerous one.

3) Mammon: Mammoney, A.K.A. Tsundere #1

A lot of people thought Mammon was the Avatar of Lust for a while, I can definitely see why.

Such a high collar, is that just the staple for demons?

I really wish the jacket was longer. Poor bastard probably gets cold while flying.

Speaking of flying, his wings are super interesting to me. They look almost skeletal. It took me a long time to realize that the tips are yellow.

I like the markings on his chest.

Still not sure about how I feel about the boots. But hey, it might just be his thing.

So many jagged and sharp things on him.

8/10. Classy biker. Definitely the most uncomfortable-looking outfit of the bunch. Very extra, very Mammon, and very hard to draw.

4) Beelzebub: Baby Boy!! 🥺

Another popped collar?

I like the jacket, but what's with the belts on the wrists?

Not a big fan of the boots, I feel like that's Mammon's staple for outfits. Plus, he's the sporty one, so tennis shoes would be more appropriate.

Not sure what's going on in the photo, but his wings aren't supposed to be that dark.

But anyway, his wings are cool. I just hope that they're powerful enough to fly with.

I like how his horns curve inward. I don't have a real explanation for that one, I just like them.

The design on the shirt is nice. Simple, yet effective.

Wasn't a big fan of the belts in the beginning. But I do like the added color.

7/10. Not bad, just not as complex as the others, but I feel like that suits Beel really well. He's a very simple man.

5) Leviathan: Leviachan A.K.A. Tsundere #2

One would think that Levi would be the type to never show his abs. Yet, here we are.

I feel like he would be ranked higher if he got rid of the belts connecting the pants and the jacket. And if the jacket was longer.

The coral horns are cute! Though I thought the design looked a lot like deer antlers or branches.

I like the scale design on the jacket, they go well with scales on his neck.

Shoes are fine.

I commend the devs for putting scales on his tail.

Those pants look like a nightmare to draw. I'm not quite sure about their design though.

One of the few outfits that don't overwhelm you with orange.

Honestly, having orange in any of his outfits would be fine. But blue and orange are on the opposite sides of the color wheel, and the shades they use for the two colors on his clothes make it WAY too saturated. (Sorry, a little art rant here 😅).

6/10. Sorry my guy, but there's a bit too much going on here. Lots of clashing.

6) Belphegor: Bastard Cow Man

Oh dear...

So. Many. Belts.

Like I said with Levi, he would look so much better without the belts and making the jacket longer.

I like the horse shoe, also his shoes are okay.

I don't know why he has diamond-shaped holes on his sleeves, but go off I guess?

I wish that the pants were a bit longer.

I see people complain about how baggy the pants are, but I personally don't see a problem with them. It would look weird if he was wearing fitted pants.

Fluffy tail! Perfect for smacking the flies.

I love his curled horns. I've gotten so used to them, that his head looks a bit naked without them.

4/10. It's mostly the sweater that I have problems with. The buckles are just...why? However, out of all of them, he does look the most comfortable. The second one who looks much better in the cards/art.

7) Satan: A Confusing Mess

I know, I know. Very predictable. BUT, let's look at the positives.

The fact that his horns are a mirror flip of Lucifer's is very clever.

His tail is really cool. I like the green gradient on the tail.

His shoes are...fine? I guess?

AND, I'm in the camp that loves his boa! No shame.

Alright, enough looking at the positives.

Okay, look. I understand that his outfit is meant to represent the clashing of his personality. How he presents himself as calm and collected, with poise and class. While on the flipside to that, his inner nature is chaotic and vicious thanks to his wrath.

I get it, I really do. And I appreciate that the devs tried to explain that through his design.

But GOOD. DEMON. LORD! It does not work!

The white collar looks too silly.

The belt is waaayyy too much.

I thought that the design on his chest was a cool skeleton thingy. Nope! Those are bows. Which just makes it make even less sense.

Btw, did you guys know that his animal symbol is a unicorn? Are you guys seeing it? Because I sure don't.

And the pants...sigh...the pants...do I even need to say anything? Why would you put white polka dots on them?!

2/10. This takes clashing to a whole other level. Definitive brother with the outfit that looks so much better in art.

YES!! I did it! Sheesh, that took a while. Again, I apologize for my stupidity in not saving my first draft of this. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember some of the jokes I made, but I hope it was still fun to look through.

Much love and respect to the team. Regardless of how odd their outfits are in any event, they are always a joy to see (and potentially laugh at). And I've gotten used to the Devildom's taste in fashion. Satan still haunts me though...

Anyway! Which form do you guys think is the best? I'm really curious. With that being said, I hope you all have a great night, and I'll see you later! Byeee! ����

[honnybunnie]

Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

There were only 2 reasons you decided to work the party. Diavolo offered to pay for your service, and second once you saw Barbatos display your outfit it became motivation. Lucifer along with Diavolo was the talk of these parties. Even with all seven brothers you weren’t even able to attend a party with a date, so it didn’t hurt to work at a party.

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

You Stood there welcoming the guests with a bow. The guests smitten by the attire that draped your body. A white laced choker with a red bow, White corset in addition to a red blazer with stilted tails in the back, tight high waist black pants with a damark pattern. The last detail was the red peacock feathers embellished with black and gold eyes. Diavolo acknowledged that even his wait staff needed to be well suited for every occasion. You were at the command of every guest, still not having a sight of Lucifer. There was a slight touch felt on the lower back. Reacting with a full body turn, you didn’t see anyone. Sighing at the action, you resumed your duty of collecting empty champagne glasses, and handing out horderves. Barbatos sent you on a run to the kitchen to get more champagne. 

Pouring the champagne into empty glasses, you jolted at the sudden touch that was felt on your lower back. Swinging a hand to hit who the culprit, only to have it caught spinning you around to face them. Lucifer with a smirk pulled you closer by the lower back. “I apologize was this not what you wanted?,” he mumbled adjusting his lips to your ear, “Didn’t you wear this outfit to finally receive my attention. Don’t think I haven’t notice how great you look dressed as my animal, and in my color no less.”

Mammon:

You had told Diavolo about the hotels with gambling as a main attraction. Though gambling was illegal in devildom, he decided to make it into a little charity. As soon as Mammon had gotten wind of it and he needed his lady luck to attend with him. “Mc, as ya first demon, ya should know that you will be attending the gambling charity with me,” he demanded with a slight smirk, “Make sure to wear something that a lucky Lady would wear.” The night of the event you were running late, because Asmodeus kept making adjustments to your look. He said its no good looking like a cheap whore for an extravagant event.

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Emerging into the event hall multiple eyes turned to glance at your appearance, You wore a ruffled black shirt, tucked into a yellow skirt with a slit on each side of the skirt, topped with gold chandeliers earrings, and a crow pendant necklace. which Asmodeus claimed were both charmed to bring good luck. One demon already approaching them, “why Hello, you must be the hum-,” he was stopped by a knock to the teeth. “Hey they’re spoken for, don’t pursue just any human,” he growled, “this is my lucky charm.”

Walking away with arm around your shoulder, “gold really suits you,” he cooed. The night was mainly you plastered onto his lap, and when you weren’t directing touching him coincidentally he’d lose.

Leviathan:

Diavolo wanted to hold an event to help gather the otaku’s of devildom, and so he planned to host a cosplay cafe in a month, at rad. All the server’s were going to wear different outfits, and Barbatos had jolted down the measurements for the cosplay outfits that the seamstress to sew. Barbotos stated that the seamstress was going to make the outfits and design them. You were excited to see what the outfit was going be designed and sewed for you.

You were excited to tell Levi about the event, but he was always busy in the room, and when he left it was always to run to the craft store. He was definitely working on a big project. The day of the event Levi knocked on your door with a bag stretched out into your face. “th-this will look g-great on you,” he stuttered, “see you at the c-cosplay c-cafe.” Was he the one that made the cosplay, shrugging you stormed to rad.

As the cosplay Cafe was about to begin. You gazed at the cosplay in the mirror. Just wow. White collared purple tank top romper, a black tie, black bunny ears and tail. The top part of the romper was very revealing. Ready to work you picked up a plate and placed some starting treats.

You skimmed the cafe, hoping to find the purple haired otaku. Once in sight you rushed over with a skip. "Welcome back master, I hope these treats will find you well," you voiced. "M-mc!?!?! Huh.. h-huh," Levi panicking concealing his red tinted face with his arm, "t-thank YOU FOR THE TREATS... You LOOK GOOD IN THE OUTFIT I MADE." Your hunch earlier was right, you smiled and bowed, "thank you master, I hope you and I can put it to good use again." "Y-yes we will," he muttered.

Satan: 

They caught your attention at Cat Cafe. Diavolo wanted you and Satan to be at the event as helpers, because he was horrified at the thought of some of the demons would eat the cats. You both were instructed to wear a something formal with some cat ears that they will provide. Hearing this you constructed a outfit in your mind.

At the Cat Cafe you presented your self, in a green button shirt, black sailor high waist shorts, cat apron, and green cat ears to match. Satan was stealing glances at you often, and you wanted to confront him about him. “MC... you should wear those ears more often,” he whispered into your ear. He patted your butt, “Maybe next week to the library. lets make it a date while we are at it.”

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

You knew that when ever their was a Diavolo hosted party at the fall, Asmo was always tailing someone to make them his that evening. You wanted to be the next pray, you observed his motions, and types he would pick up at every party whenever both of you attended. He prayed on the ones that covered up more. I guess he was the type to reveal what was kept to the imagination. He also really love people who showed some shoulder showing.

Arriving at the fall, with a long sleeve pink knitted shirt with the shoulders, burgundy leather pants, some caramel high knee boots, and a black scorpion brooch located on the heart. He was already prowling around, but when you swiftly swung the doors opened and strolled in, his eyes locked onto your hips. they swayed side to side, the confidence that build with ever stride.

He approached you. “Mc, what a breathtaking look,” he purred “who exactly are you trying to impress, so I can destroy them. You grin, “well then your gonna have to destroy you self,” replying calmly to his comment. Smitten by the comment he cupped your check, “Oh Mc, this color really bring out the color in your shoulders.”

Beelzebub:

You were to attend as a maid to Diavolo's tea and treat tasting party, he would compensate you for your time. Honestly all you cared about was being able to dress as a maid to impress the cute Gluttony demon. Barbatos prepared a puffy orange maid dress, that have a black leather apron, and gloves for the party. When the party was on its way, you were to offer tea to anyone who requested.

You weren't surprised to oversee the ginger take in every treat in sight. Of course wasn't there for the tea, so you walked passed him to pour some tea for someone who was asking. He must have not noticed you, continuing the duties tasked to you. There were already 2  times that Barbatos had to restock the food that Beelzebub had already consumed. Pouting that not once did he ask for tea. This time Barbatos wanted you to replenish the food that was to be laid out in front of him. 

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

A sleepover party was enough to make this cowboy excited. You could see it in his texts. Lately Belphie’s been urging you for more naps, although he thought that maybe you slept too little to begin with. He was always upset your sleep schedules clashed. If he was tired you’d be wide awake, and vise versa.

He knew that when ever Diavolo organized an event, You would always make time for it, sleepy or not. The best part was that pajama’s were a must, and you needed to make the final tug on the reel. Your attire was a satin cow patterned printed shirt, and satin navy blue shorts. though the type of fabric wasn’t as breathable, and was too nice for a sleepover. The night was spent wide awake lounging around on the bean bag chair. Closing your eyes, enjoying the rain and thunder sound a sudden weight sinked onto your lap. Glancing at a groggy Belphie, “you look adorable, so Im going to sleep here with you,” he demanded “maybe if you were my sweater you’d look cuter.” 

[makaylajadewrites]

What it Means to be a Fish

Summary: Spencer Reid wasn’t known for being the most social creature alive. He struggled with most social situations and was quite awkward in his every day life, and if he told his night time companions that he worked for the FBI, they would most likely laugh at him or simply dismiss him outright. But it was true. An FBI agent by day, a drag queen by night — who would have ever thought?

Potential tws: N/A

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Spencer Reid wasn’t known for being the most social creature alive. He struggled with most social situations and was quite awkward in his every day life, and if he told his night time companions that he worked for the FBI, they would most likely laugh at him or simply dismiss him outright. But it was true. An FBI agent by day, a drag queen by night — who would have ever thought? Certainly not him. He had experimented once with makeup when he was still a boy, but from there, it had simply evolved into an outright fascination, that he was incredibly good at too. Even Garcia would be jealous if she knew how well he could rock a cat eye.  

Any drag queen would know that Spencer was experienced with the way he owned the stage and held himself with a pride that was absent in his daily life. He wasn’t nearly as confident at the bureau as he was in gay nightclubs, strutting around like a peacock with his feathers on display for all to see. He was good at it though, and it had been a hobby of his ever since he was able to get into nightclubs legally. Who would have thought that the awkward genius kid completing his third PhD at the age of eighteen would be a drag queen? Absolutely nobody, and that was why Spencer didn’t put extra effort into hiding the fact; because he was almost certain nobody would ever find out.

In the drag community, there were different types of queens. Eleven, to be exact; faux, androgyny, fish, club, goth, pageant, camp, transdrag, fluid, tranimal, and activessle. Spencer fit into one of those categories perfectly, and he always had: fish.

A fish drag queen was the type of queen who summoned every bit of femininity in their body and accentuated those features. They were determined to be the authentic woman, to the point where people wouldn’t think twice about her gender because to them, she was a real woman. Fish were polished, clean, and certainly weren’t shy with their makeup.

Now to be clear, Spencer was not gender dysphoric. He was comfortable with his masculinity as a gay man, but breaking the gender lines was always something that excited him. Dressing up in skirts and dresses and slipping a pair of heels on was empowering, and in Spencer’s opinion, any open minded person could feel like they ruled the world if they just slipped some stilettos on.

With the ever expanding appearance of drag queens in popular culture and media, Spencer wasn’t hesitant to join them. His colleagues wouldn’t ever suspect this from him, so there was no reason for them to go snooping. Garcia would never possibly consider this as a possibility, so why should he even bother to hide it? It would only prove to stress him out if he focused on the ‘what ifs.’

So he created a social media account. Just an Instagram at first, nothing too flashy, although as the follower count rose and rose, he began to feel like maybe he was just asking to be discovered. But apparently that wasn’t enough of a warning for him, because he went on to create a YouTube account on which he did makeup tutorials, for beginners and for the most experienced queens. It was a nice way to get rid of some stress, and after all, he liked to feel pretty: Who didn’t?

If his team had ever suspected anything, they would have found out by now.

But Spencer wasn’t really helping his case.

The first time he slipped, it had been a long night, and despite his initial plans to head home immediately after his show, he ended up staying with the girls a little longer than he expected, and hadn’t made it home until nearly three that morning. He was usually thorough when getting rid of the evidence, specifically with removing his makeup, making sure his hair wasn’t sticky from the wig-cap glue or tape, and taking off fake nails or nail polish. But he had failed that morning, and had completely forgotten about the bright pink polish on his fingers because of his sleep deprivation. What a shame. This wasn’t missed either. Because as soon as he was in Morgan’s line of sight in the break room, the older man looked somewhat shocked and began his torment.

“Well, well, well, Pretty Boy. You let your girlfriend do your nails last night?” He teased, innocent enough. Reid was confused at first, doing a quick, mental self-assessment before his eyes widened, his face glowed red, and an expression of absolute mortification took over. Instead of responding and embarrassing himself any further, he simply stuffed his hands in his pockets and treaded to his desk with faster steps, ignoring the sounds of laughter behind him and completely neglecting himself of coffee. Damn. So much for secrecy.

“What is it, Reid?” Prentiss questioned upon seeing him, a sharply tuned brow raised slightly. Spencer’s could look better though.

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” he stammered, internally cursing himself for his unbearable nerves. Emily looked humored but didn’t push it, thank god, and dropped it, not bringing it up again. Spencer kept his hands out of sight for the rest of the day.

The second time was completely Spencer’s fault. It had been a normal day, he had a show coming up that Friday, unless of course they were called on a case, and nothing was out of the ordinary. In short, it was a paperwork day and Reid was completely fine with that, simply because he usually finished early and the last hours of work were reserved for preparing for his upcoming performance. So, when his teammates thought he was simply staring off into space with some complicated equation taking over his existence, he was in truth thinking of outfits for the drag show.

He didn’t get to attend that show unfortunately, because a case came in right as he was packing up. He wallowed all the way to the roundtable room.

But when Penelope came into the room, it was over. A tight, somewhat outdated polka dotted dress fitted her curvy form and four inch pink heels that didn’t at all match the pink fabric of the dress nearly threw Spencer into a conniption fit. He was used to her bright and eccentric outfits, but this… How could she forsake the name of fashion so rudely? He nearly gasped at the sight, but he didn’t let it happen until his eyes had finished scanning over her body and rose to her face. What… What in gay hell?

Her eyeshadow was turquoise in color, the wings were sharp, and the contour… Oh god. Spencer was feeling nauseous already. It wasn’t blended. It wasn’t blended. It wasn’t blended. It was just straight blocks of color on her cheeks. He tried to hide the horrified expression on his face, but she saw right through him immediately since when Reid showed emotions, it was usually a big deal.

“Alright my furry friends, we have a—Why are you looking at me like that?” She said, stopping herself mid sentence and looking at Reid accusingly, the rest of the team instantly looking to him, clearly having missed the situation because nobody seemed as outraged as he was about the makeup disaster. He tried to look innocent, shaking his head quickly.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” he said dismissively, but Garcia didn’t buy it. Profiling wasn’t in her job description, but she knew when someone was lying to her, especially Reid. But JJ beat her to it, tilting her head slightly and smiling in his direction.

“What’s wrong, Spence?” She asked. She was too sweet for her own good, her pretty blonde waves tumbling over her shoulders so naturally. Funny how his wigs looked just as pretty.

“Oh it’s… Something on your cheek, that’s all,” he said, Garcia looking horrified immediately and whipping out a pocket mirror, seemingly from thin air, and overlooking her plump face in confusion when she didn’t seem to notice the problem.

“What is it, what is it? Get it off,” she said frantically, approaching the young doctor with a tatter of heels and leaning down towards him. Reid did a quick glance in JJ’s direction who regarded him with a shrug, and Morgan seemed interested now. Spencer hesitantly rose his hand, a slender finger working the edges of her contour on either cheek until it was smooth and not just a straight line. JJ giggled beside him, quietly, and Prentiss looked incredulous at his actions, but when he deemed her fit, Spencer couldn’t resist the little pat he gave to her cheek. Penelope looked both pleased and surprised, thanking him before standing and returning to the front of the room where she reported the case as if nothing had happened. But the little sparkle in her eye made it clear he wasn’t going to be let off for this incident.

That had been four months ago now, and Spencer hadn’t let up at all in his pastime activities and instead began to embrace it even more. He had come out as gay a couple of weeks ago to JJ who was both excited for him and eager to help him get into the dating scene, but little did she know, he was somewhat infamous in the D.C. gay community. He had a following on nearly every social media platform, and whenever he looked at himself, he felt so happy to realize that that beautiful person was actually him. He had so many issues with his self esteem when he was younger, ranging from his physical appearance to his awkward sociality, but when he stepped into the shoes of his drag persona, he was no longer Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He didn’t have to try, because something about wearing a leotard and high heels was freeing.

He had a show that Saturday night; nothing unusual about it, pretty routine and just what he expected. But the moment he saw his female colleagues walk into the club with a hesitant Morgan following suit, he was doomed. He had been on stage when it happened, strutting down the mini catwalk effortlessly yet suddenly feeling very exposed. He never hesitated, but the slight stumble in his step wasn’t missed, and as soon as his and Morgan’s eyes met, he knew the man had to have seen right through him. The eye connection was long and somewhat awkward, and soon, Spencer realized he was looking at a very confused man.

Spencer turned without incident though, leaving the stage the same way he entered it: confident. He couldn’t let them know, and if he had to go all night convincing them he wasn’t Spencer Reid, he would. He didn’t interact with them when he wasn’t on stage, and it was almost like he was daring them to identify him. His second time on, in a completely different outfit which consisted of a tight, mini dress and heels as high as the sky, he winked at Derek, and the handsome grin he received in response was enough for him to smile back, innocently enough.

At the end of the night, the other queens huddled around him and chattered about the handsome man who kept looking at him. He made a comment about getting the man in his pants, and they giggled away as if nothing strange had even happened. Hopefully nothing had, and tomorrow would be a completely normal work day.

But that was not the case. Not at all.

As soon as he stepped off of the elevator, something felt off, but before he could even make it into the bullpen, two hands landed on either of his arms, and he was whisked away into Penelope Garcia’s office by JJ and Prentiss. The resident of the office was there, but so was Derek, and he instantly felt uncomfortable.

“You have some explaining to do, Pretty Boy,” Morgan said first, arms crossing over his broad chest and suddenly Spencer felt naked. He mimicked the other man, a frown taking residence over his full lips as he looked back, overcoming his initial fear of intimidation.

“About?…” he asked, seemingly confused, but internally, he was panicking. Oh god, they knew, they knew, they knew, they knew.

“Well,” Garcia butted in, typing rapid-fire on her keyboard before an image of him popped up on her monitor, “Maybe we can start with this.”

It wasn’t a normal image. Sweet Jesus, he wished it was. He would prefer any high school picture over this. Instead, it was his most recent Instagram post: a selfie of him in drag. It was from last night, in fact. A bubblegum pink wig looking as natural as real hair falling straight over his shoulders, framing his done up face prettily. His makeup was perfect, a pink rosy blush dusted over his high cheekbones, glitter in all the right places. His eyes were winged, falsies set in place, faux brows arched high. But his lips were the attention grabber. A full burgundy pout, a touch of highlight bringing out a glossy accent. Dark eyes looked ahead with no hesitation; bedroom eyes. Fucking Christ.

“Who’s that?” He questioned immediately, having prepared himself for a moment like this in his moments of paranoid. He doubted himself in his panicky moments, assuring himself that nothing was going to happen, but here he was, living out his worst nightmare. He would quite literally prefer to be stabbed by an unsub than be stabbed with those accusatory looks.

“Reid…” Prentiss started, her hand coming to his shoulder. He looked down at her, trying to keep up the confused act, but the knowing look in her eyes he received was what made him realize he couldn’t hide it anymore. He had been completely and utterly busted.

“That’s you, man,” Derek said, a smile curling his lips upwards, although it was awkward and somewhat confused. Spencer had a tendency of making people question their sexuality when he was in drag.

“You’re so pretty, Spence,” JJ was quick to add in, a smile brightening her face. Spencer practically melted, his brows curving inwards and a hesitant smile curling his own lips upwards.

“You think so?” He said in response, nearly a whisper, as if he didn’t already know the power he possessed with makeup and a wig on. JJ rubbed his bicep reassuringly.

“Bria Monique, huh?” Garcia said his drag name aloud, beaming up at him from where she sat, beginning to scroll through more of his pictures, gasping quietly at one that was somewhat… suggestive. Not for a drag queen, but especially for Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Whoa, kiddo! I didn’t know you had it in you!” She applauded. It was a picture of him, a pair of high black stilettos on his feet yet he was crouched down, the supple curve of his bottom quite apparent from the tight black jumpsuit. His head was tilted back, exposing his bare neck and upper chest while those eyes looked directly towards the camera; bedroom eyes again. It had been a recent photoshoot he did, just for the fun of it. But he wasn’t having fun as of right now.

“I-I…” he started, stumbling over his words and debating on whether he should run or own up to it. He was left with one option; stay. But his friends didn’t look any less impressed with him than they were before. In fact, they looked somewhat proud, but the way Morgan looked at him within those few minutes was definitely enough for him to notice. He didn’t say anything though.

“You have got to show me how to do my eyeshadow like that,” Garcia piped up again, now on his YouTube channel, watching one of his quick makeup tutorial for advanced artists, specifically on a sunset eye. He nodded hesitantly, and the smile he flashed towards her was enough for her to giggle excitedly.

“A-Alright…” he said softly, Emily and JJ also adding in their own questions of makeup techniques and styles.

They let him go eventually, not without requesting invitations to his next show of course. Morgan was quick to catch up to him when he left Garcia’s den though, a large hand splaying over the small of his back as they headed towards the bullpen. Reid came to a gradual stop in the middle of the hallway though, and a shiver ran pleasantly down his spine as Morgan leaned in and whispered flirtatiously.

“I can’t wait to see you perform again.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, and he looked towards Derek with both confusion and subtle excitement on his features. All he got in return though was a quick wink and a gentle pat against his ass. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Part 2: Girls’ Night->

[zebraslovescupcakestoo]

My BLUSH BLUSH wish list.

For those who likes the game, fan of the game or anything in between, I wanted to share my thoughts and what I wanted from the game in future updates.

Of course this is just MY thoughts, MY imaginations and just MY wish list so if you disagree, that’s OK! You can just leave what you wanted instead in the comments or in my ask box. I am open to what you have to say. So let’s go right into it:

1. Ugly Christmas Sweaters

Yes, I know I’ve posted this here after I made a screen shots of my conversations in the Steam community, but after the debut and full release of the game, we got up to date 2 DLC characters, voice audios, and a Halloween costume bundles. So if they came up with a special Christmas costume bundle, it would make me up for 2020!

In their older sister game predecessor, Crush Crush, all of their dateable girls have the Santa suit options after you max out their lover levels. (10 diamonds each.) Even though they’ve alternated each of their red Santa style suits, they’re pretty much the same.

Don’t get me wrong! They’re beautiful, but almost the same!

So that’s why if we get UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS instead, it would be more festive and think of how some would match their characteristics like for example: Imagine Nihm with a cute pastel colored sweater or Ichiban with a horror reference video parody. (Or imagine a certain guy with a Grinch vibe with a ‘Merry go f#k yourself’ ugly sweater.) 

2. A new Diamond Boy bundle!

If you have an account with Crush Crush and you played long enough, you already know that there’s the Darya DLC bundle that gives you diamonds on the first run. (The bundle was 15 US dollars.)

So for this, I hope that the Sad Panda team studio would do the same in this game.

I have a few good ideas about what animal forms it could be before you un-curse them:

-A Pokémon knock off of Cloyster and probably friends with that Narcissistic mermaid on the phone fling. They have pearls that looks fabs!

-A dolphin if an Oyster isn’t ‘Shelling’ enough for you nor the others. Think about a treasure hunting dolphin like Ariel who’s collecting human treasures.

-A raccoon thief inspired by the Sly Cooper video games series. This was on PS2 series and had a remake later but this would be an interesting Easter egg reference. (Maybe add some Arsene Lupin reference to ‘compliment’ the detective phone boy fling.) *Wink wink!*

-I found this interesting when I search this topic but an Owl, specifically white barn owls, with ties of Hindu myth symbol of Wealth and Fortune. I’ll leave the link here if you’re interested, but this is like if Sascha was looking for him before scamming...

-A peacock! Think how back in time when you in one of the banquet Henry the 8th hosted and this was served. This was a symbol of pride and luxury so only rich people can have these.

If you have any alternatives references, please let me know in the comments or ask box if you have an ideal diamond bundle manimal and what’s their story. I would love to know and share!

3. Ideal Animal!!!

We all know how a basic Blush Blush dating game is by now: You found their animal forms, you un-cursed them by dates and they’re back to humans again. (For a good humping DLC d!k pic.) We all see that it can be either a real or a fantasy animal like a rabbit to a dragon. So here’s MY idea of the next animal:

-Marine Manimal options!

I’ve said this previously, but all of the guys so far are land animals. I would understand if it’s a bit hard to do, especially with dating scenes, but if it works, I’ll sing Part Of Your World whenever I want!

My personal options are a Dolphin, Shark, Orcas AKA sea pandas, Octopus, Lobster, Crab and Oyster.

-Bird Manimal!

The only bird species we have there at the time is Kelby as a Rooster.

So for the feathered fans of the bird community, MY personal options would be an Owl, Peacock, Hawk, Eagle, Seagal, Ostridge, a Kiwi (bird) (Yes, they’re called like that in New Zealand.) Duck, Parrot, Toucan, Pidgeon or Dove, Crane or any domestic pet birds.

I would like an honorable mention of a crow or raven but since the first phone fling boy winner is the college student goth Poe, there’s a high chances that’s gonna be our second bird at high predictions. But I could be wrong so we’ll see how this would turn out.

-Insect Manimal!

I know that there will be some that would disagree that ‘ThAT’s Not An ANImal CataGory!’ which I could agree. HOWEVER! Since the game creators broke that rule with fantasy creatures like a Pegasus and a Dragon, I thought maybe we can bend that rule a bit.

MY personal insect options would be a Scorpion, a Spider, a Bee, Butterfly, a ‘manly’ Ladybug inspired by Pixar’s A Bug’s life, Praying Mantis, Cricket inspired by Jiminy Cricket  and a Beetle. 

Imagine the last one inspired by either the rock band ‘The Beatles’ or ‘Beetlejuice.’

-Land Manimals!

So going back to land animals, here’s MY personal options that hasn’t been done yet.

A Raccoon, Squirrel, Elephant, Barn Pig, Zebra, Bat, Mice, Fox, Monkey, Turtle (Which COULD have been in the marine instead, but they’re are some in land forms too!) Koala, Kangaroo, Bear, Frog, Donkey, Buck (Adult Bambi) and Lizard.

I would add an honorable mentions or a domesticated Dog or a Cat breed, but we already have a Wolf and 2 Big Cat Boys on the team with DLC. (A Lion would be a nice option, but only if it’s the magical 3 times the charm!)

-Fantasy Manimal.

I’m not entirely sure cause Pegasus and Dragons are already taken, but would think that maybe just a Horned Unicorn, a Loch Nest creature inspired ‘Animal’ or maybe the Eastern version of the Dragon.

Imagine the last one being true and Scales got a rival!

If you have other suggestions, please share if you want.

4. Ideal Manimal characteristics that hasn’t been done yet.

We have some that has characteristic that defines themselves. Nihm’s a shy, cute guy. Eli’s a Bi pride boy. Dmitri is a Smooth talker adult. Anon’s technology attributes.

So for this category, here’s MY personal ones that hasn’t been done yet.

-A Boxing or Kung Fu fighter type.

-Italian Mafia/Gangster or a Yakuza

-Chef or a Baker

-Artist

-Demon (Unless we get Seth or a different guy.)

-Business men or CEO.

-Soldier or Army Officers. 

-Car/Motor/Boat Racer.

-Thief. (Arene Lupin, Sly the thief raccoon or Joker from P5 references.)

If there’s something else that hasn’t been done or that I haven’t posted it, please share with me what you think.

5. Outfit ideas!

I know this would be like a continuation from point numero uno, but here’s a couple of more.

-Swimming trunks.

-Winter apparels. 

-Onesies Animal wear. (Cuz if we don’t get the Animal Options asides resets...)

-Summer apparels.

-Masquerade attire or wedding tuxedo.

-Pajamas.

If there’s more you wanted, again, please share.

6. MORE INCLUSIVITY IN EVERY FORMS!!!

The reason being is when I saw the reviews on the selected winner from Phone vote fling in Blush Blush.

On one hand, there were people who were happy while the rest... aren’t.

I know we all have different taste of either ‘I like cute boys’ or ‘I want a REAL man!’ but that got me thinking... and maybe if we can see guys in different skin tones or different cultures, that could be a nice inclusivity.

Imagine a Native from Southern America with a poncho or a real buff African who’s passionate with animals.

But what would you think? Let me know if this is a good idea or needs to rethink.

7. New dating places.

Like their counter part, they only have 4 date spots. So here’s a few more that would help change the scenery:

-The Beach.

-Theatre (But only showing the front, not the silhouettes.)

-Revisiting the same zoo and meet their counter parts.

-Ice cream shop or cart near the park.

-Their bedrooms. (plausible having the uncensored DLC alternate versions too...)

If you have a separate dating options, share that with me too!

8. Daily spin the wheel prizes.

Hear me out on this one! You probably seen these on numerous Gaming apps in any form, but if you think about it, this could be a nice change of pace!

In each chances, you can either get a boosters from Jobs or hobbies, Diamonds, exclusive outfits, or time skips.

What’s more, you’d get 1 free spin by daily and maybe get an extra 4 more for like 5 diamonds each. (like phone votes.)

9. Decorate your virtual room.

This is only an optional and unrelated to the game. (much..)

If you’d get the option to decorate your in-game room like plushies, posters, BF jackets that was ‘lend’ to you, you’d wanted IT in RL too!!! Also, it would also boost your intimacy's with your manimal such as love hearts intakes or ‘spend less on items with this!’

And this is all I have suggested for now.

If you have other suggestions on what you wanted in that game or update it, please let me know and we can share it here!

Thank you for taking your time to read this and have a wonderful day!

[dafukdidiwatch]

Chapter 9 and 10 End

Got to go, running late on things. Will do recap later

TL;DR: I’m screaming, parent issues are are abundant as abusive and manipulation, and I have a new ship going on.

Edit: Ok I am back and I have new theories on everything going on because Fuck I’m down the rabbit hole here. Where or where do I fucking begin.

Really this session just hammers down the different type of abuse that poor Lucy is going through. It’s even color coded and everything. Blue being cold, isolation, physical and emotional neglect from Thierry. Vs the Red of warm, attentiive, possessive and emotional manipulation that is Fidelia.

I don’t doubt that Fidelia cares for Lucy. But it obviously is really twisted if like only one day in Fidelia is already trying to run Lucy’s life how she thinks it should be. Honestly Seiji nailed it when he pointed out the outfit change was more for Fidelia’s taste instead of Lucys’s.

And this chapter is nothing more than family secrets revealed to Sylas isn’t it? Like, how far do you have to break the boy he’s already hurt enough. His dad literally hating his eldest and lawful child, hates his mother, 100% willing to have an affair and have more children and being told flat to his face he is nothing but a tool. It hurt to learn he was there just as a ploy for Fidelia to keep Lucy to herself, but I loved how he still cared for his half siblings. He wasn’t angry at Emilia’s existence, but how Fidelia had seemed to cast her to the wolves that is their father. He wanted to learn more about Lucy as a person, as his sibling, and was happy that it sounded like they wanted to connect too. But of course he couldn’t because Fidelia made sure to try and nuke that chance before it could bloom. Leaving them both just as lonely as ever.

Ugh it sucks so much because Lucy left from one form of isolation abuse to another!

And a minor note, Peony is probably another bastard child of Fidelia and Dubois. Her and Emilia are probably twins than Dubois didn’t want to take care of both of them so he found a way to ditch one into the streets. I mean, it’s the fucking nose people! The timeline merges and fit to one complicated mess that wouldn’t have happened if two people didn’t decide to bone down.

God I want to know what January will think of this, hearing that the anomaly they were supposed to hunt down is now Fidelia’s pet favorite. Actually, now that Lucy is here, will Fidelia even care for January as much? Or will she still try since this is her way of manipulating the council.

Rin is apparently living her best life as a wolf monster of not giving a fuck and about to do some dirty backdoor dealings with Fidelia. That is Not going to bode well.

And finally, Seiji. Wow did that Bastard Man manage to change my perception of him. You bastard, how dare you make me like you. Fucking Twerp. But god, he is trying to get it through to Sylas that he should go after someone who Likes Him. Which, puts Sylas first as part of his feelings, but also can be flipped on to himself because if Sylas is straight, then Seiji should go after someone who likes him. And that hurts.

And then when he talked to Lucy, like first time ever talked to Lucy, it was cute. It was dramatic. It felt like a normal conversation where they aren’t putting on airs with each other and just trying to figure shit out. And it was, really cute. He has this fucking “devil-may-care” rogue persona that he defaults to when he feels cornered, hence the kiss to piss people off. But, having that be your first form of romantic interest after being in isolation for 5 years, I can see why Lucy may be smitten.

Of Course....it sucks that Seiji only managed to put 2 and 2 together on Lucy and Cylas AFTER he dipped. But he got there eventually. The disaster bastard man.

I think I have a thing where I can only approve of ships if I see some in-canon connection/plausibility first. And it wasn’t a pair I would see dating. But I honestly hope there could be some feelings that sprout between the two. Some emotional development that doesn’t center around emotional abuse since Seiji knows what’s up with Fidelia and calls her out on that.

And since this post couldn’t possibly get any longer: underneath are my theories and just what is up with Morgan and Thierry.

This is what happens when I get caught up on comics, I have IDEAS.

Let’s start off somewhere simple here: Timeline.

Fidelia and Dubois have affair. Multiple times. And it resulted in Morgan. Something Something happened and they pushed Morgan into hiding so it has no connection to them. I’m also thinking that because of how Morgan has no connection to them, since Fidelia lost touch with her kid, she made sure/blackmail the Dubois to raise their next kid as his own to make sure they are taken care of. Hence Emilia’s life.

Anyway Morgan was sick, went to the care of Joe Rothart and Dr. Malliet, where a sudden Husk attack killed Morgan and Dr. Malliet 5 years ago. Where Thierry took them to be raised as “Lucien” under his care.

Thierry “gave up everything” for the kid, meaning he thought it was in his best interest to take Morgan.

The reason Joe has a soft spot for Husks is probably because Dr. Malliet was his significant other/partner. Tobi asked if they “broke up” so it implies they were dating. See here I was thinking that Morgan was like, Joe’s brother or something, way older at the very least. But Morgan was the sickly kid, the patient, and Malliet was the other Husk Expert trying to help.

Basically what I’m saying is that Thierry and Joe were lovers. Thierry Rothart is really Dr. Thierry Malliet. While trying to help Morgan, he used his own magic to maybe siphoned the illness away or something and ended up turning into a Husk himself. So when he squirreled away with Morgan (Lucy) he took the last name of Rothart as a momento of their past relationship/ what could have been and as a way of hiding himself.

Also, Ivy isn’t his cat.

We fucking saw what happened with Captain Yiff of the Wolf Brigard. She turned into wolf mode like Jade did. However!!! Thierry became the bird man of Alcatraz and sprouted feathers. AND! Husks are people who literally reabsorb their magic familiars back into themselves. Meaning that Thierry can’t have absorbed his Peacock Bird familiar AND have Ivy the CAT be his active familiar.

The only way I can think this was any way possible to have a “have your cake and eat it too” moment is because of Su. Su never had magic to begin with, and how she’s a Goat Husk, implying if she did have access to magic her familiar would be a goat. The same could have happened to Lucy.

It was stated that for a Husk the magic comes from the eyes, and eyes are the windows of the soul. Trying to heal Morgan resulted in draining the magic from their eye and that magic latched itself into Thierry, turning him into a peacock man.

....why he wants to have his house be a shrine of peacocks of what he did instead of his own fucking cat, I will never know.

Regardless, I’m thinking that after Thierry did manage to cure Morgan, since he took their eye (again, part of the soul) it probably resulted in memory loss too. I’m thinking that the eyepatch is just covering a hole or dark powers because if Lucy has like one-eye in husk mode that would be really stupid.

It also better explains Ivy helping out Thierry’s Husk mode. Familiars are conduits of magic that allows the Mages/Magicians to safely use their magic without overloading. That’s why when the magic is reabsorbed into the person the magic is out of control and fluctuates on emotion. The animals are safeguards. So Ivy, as Thierry’s familiar, is able to drain away the magic in his emotional states. But that also backfires because draining away magic that wasn’t necessarily his means it was also draining away his memory, hence his behavior issues with Lucy.

Which can also explain Lucy’s own “magic draining powers” is because they is out of balance. They aren’t like  non-magic people where they aren’t able to access their magic. They aren’t like regular magicians where an animal familiar is there to help manage magic. And they aren’t like Husks where all the magic is fully absorbed into their body. Because they don’t have access to their original magic source (Thanks Thierry) their body is trying to balance itself out by siphoning the magic of others. Fill in the gap as it were. Which only works if they are in close physical contact with a magic source. But because it isn’t their original magic, it doesn’t last long. That’s why even though Ana was drained completely of magic, Lucy is unable to use it anymore, or at the very least can’t access it as easily.

The only other thing I could think of is how the hell does Fidelia connect with Thierry. Because Ivy was scared shitless of her or the thought of her. She probably threatened them both as Dr. Malliet to do “whatever it takes” to cure Morgan, and we all know how possessive she is with her children.

Long story short, Dr. Thierry Malliet did some experimental treatment which resulted in his husk form and Morgan’s cure/memory loss/magic issues. To protect themselves from being hunted, he fake their deaths and hid away as a recluse and raising Morgan as Lucy so the city’s magic leaders won’t hunt them down.

[inkribbon796]

Like a House of Cards Ch. 12: Prince Ali, Fabulous He

Summary: Roman and Janus help cause a commotion in town.

A/N: There is a lot with this opposite universe I wanted to do but I don’t have the time and it gives me an excuse to come back to it.

“Prince Ali” is from Aladdin and it was actually the first fusion I decided on when I had the idea for fusions.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

At the heart of Egoton’s city was a high rise skyscraper and towards the 7th floor was General’s lower office. He took that office when he expected meetings, and so he had a packed schedule.

A schedule that he was forced to put on hold to deal with his boyfriend.

“You irresponsible skirt chaser,” General snarled at Dames.

“We were fine,” Dames rolled his eyes and scoffed, the madman was sitting on the couch in the office.

General used Dames’s cane to pin him onto the couch, “You did that to get my attention, I am busy.”

“You’re always busy,” Dames accused. “Not my fault if I find someone warm when I get bored and lonely. You’re insufferable. You’re lucky I love you.”

Then the glass of water on General’s desk began to shake.

General growled out as he used his aura to stabilize it. “Let’s not throw fits, darling.”

“It’s not me, if I wanted to knock over your things like an overgrown house cat, I’d kick the glass off your desk,” Dames scoffed, but it brought a smile to his face.

Then the ground began to shake a little more. Music starting to be overheard faintly.

“What the devil?” Gen demanded in anger and confusion. The two immediately went to the nearest window and saw what was the cause of the shaking. In the distance there was a procession of color and lights started to make its way through the town. People were rushing to see what the commotion was.

“Ma~ke way~ for Prince Ali~!” Roman and Janus’s voices sang out, a third voice already echoing out as Roman was making their voices sound like many. “Say~ “Hey!” It’s Prince Ali~.”

General opened his windows and saw the procession coming in the distance. Dames worming his way past him.

Roman parted his way past the white curtain, his outfit a shimmering red and gold. Janus stood next to him looking more like Jafar but more gold in his outfit.

“Hey! Clear the way in the old bazaar!” Roman sang loudly, his magic making his voice reach the General easily.

“Hey you, let us through it’s a bright new star,” Janus used his magic to part the crowds so their path was not impeded and people weren’t accidentally trampled by the procession.

“Oh, come be the first on your block to meet his eye~” Janus ended the word with a serpentine hiss.

“Make way, here he comes,” Roman began sending out his magic as animal constructs started appearing behind their main float. “Ring bells! Bang the drums! You’re gonna love this guy!”

While the song was going on General was watching, Dames was — of course — enraptured by it. The vast display of magic had him guarded.

“The fuck is all that noise?” Bim shouted as he walked in, corralled on either side by Illinois and Bing who had been sent to find him.

“Where have you been?” General shouted in a fury, before turning to Bing. “Report.”

“It seems to be a purely magical construct,” Bing told General as he walked up. Illinois quickly making his. “They don’t have any weapons on them.”

“I like the pretty lights,” Dames smiled, elbows propped up on the windowsill, Illinois walked over to him, checking him over for any bruises or wounds. “Doesn’t it look pretty, Illy?”

“Yeah dad, it’s real pretty,” Illinois smiled gently at him.

“Stay braced for an attack,” General ordered, opening the door so he could step out on the balcony and face whatever attack came.

“Then come and meet his spectacular coterie~!” Roman sang, every second getting the procession closer and closer. Flowers fell from the sky.

“Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa,” Roman flexed his arms. “Strong as ten regular men, definitely!”

“He’s faced the galloping hordes,” Roman and Janus both summoned swords and began to clash. “A hundred bad guys with swords.”

Roman flicked his sword up and Janus let him propel his sword up into the air, the sword disappearing into dust.

“Who sent those goons to their lords?” Janus knelt, the two thespians getting into the performance and the engaged crowd. “Why Prince Ali!~”

Roman’s magic made more animals and more people appear. “He’s got seventy-five golden camels.”

Janus used his magic to conjure up a massive snake to slide him down to the front of the procession, his outfit shimmering into one covered in peacock feathers. “Purple peacocks he’s got fifty~three~!”

“When it comes to exotic type mammals,” Roman gestured to the collection of animals around them. “He’s got a zoo. I’m telling you, it’s a world class menagerie!

Janus snapped his fingers and disappeared into the crowd for a second, his form changing and her becoming a different dress. “Prince Ali, handsome as he, Ali Ababwa~!”

“That physique. How can I speak?” Janus made a little fake half-swoon, bracing her hands on her knees, “Weak at the knee.”

“Well get on out in that square,” Janus practically slid out into the street again. “Adjust your veil and prepare.”

“To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali~” Janus sang out, he voice darkening as her body shifted back and his suit changed to accommodate. In the most guiltless expression he could muster, Janus smiled, “Oops.”

“He’a got ninety-five white Persian monkeys,” Roman sang out. “He’s got the monkeys!”

“Let’s see the monkeys!” Janus called up as a horde of monkeys came out of the procession and evaporated into magical dust before they could even touch anyone.

“And to view them he charges no fee!” Roman continued as the procession finally stopped in front of General’s building.

“He’s generous,” Roman and Janus both sang, their eyes glowing their respective colors for a brief instance as a third voice started to echo theirs. A voice that had only ever accompanied Janus and Remus, now starting to make themself known. “So generous.”

“He’s got slaves, he’s got servants and flunkies~” the two Sides kept going, Enigma’s echo steadily getting stronger. “Proud to work for him!”

“They bow to his whim!” Both the Sides cheered and the respective gold and red. “Love serving him. They’re just lousy with loyalty to Ali~”

“Prince~ Ali~!” Roman used his magic and strength to pick Janus up and toss him into the air. Both them started to glow. “Glamorous he~”

“Ali~ Ababwa~!” They sang as Roman caught Janus and two Sides became one: Enigma. His outfit more gold than red but flowing like Janus’s had been.

“Heard your prince here was a sight lovely to see~” Enigma pointed at Bim who was staring at him enraptured.

“And that’s good people is why,” Enigma winked, pointing to himself with his index finger, “I got all cute and dropped by.”

“With sixty elephants!” Enigma cheered as Roman and Janus’s voices acted as echoes. “Llamas galore! With bears and lions.”

“A bass band and more,” confetti burst into the air as Enigma sang. “With forty fakirs, his cooks and bakers, and birds that warble on key!”

“Make way~” Enigma smiled at General. “For Prince~ Ali~!”

The music swelled before dying down and the confetti began to settle as the crowd began to cheer. Dames was cheering and jumping up in excitement as General had to use his aura to click Bim’s jaw shut.

The procession vanished and just Enigma was standing there. Enigma just stood there and soaked up the honest praise and excitement. Then Janus directed them to look up at Gen. “Alright, we want an audience, and I’m not taking no for an answer this time.”

Gen glared at him, his bushy mustache twitching a bit in anger. “Fine, get your friends.”

Then he angrily looked at the crowd, “The rest of you can get out of my bloody sight!”

Slowly the crowd began to disperse and Enigma led his group inside the building, Dark bringing the group in with a portal, aided by General’s own portals.

[psychosistr]

Pride

Summary: Domino and Steelbeak are sent to eliminate a target at a rather colorful event, leading Steelbeak to question his past attitude and learn a few things about a community he never thought he’d be a part of.

Notes: This is the result of having no power at work for eight hours, having typing programs on my phone, and remembering it’s pride month. So, enjoy this one shot of @thefriendlyfour‘s OC Domino and Steelbeak experiencing his first pride festival and learning more about himself x3

Another day, another mission, Dominic thought to himself as he and his partner, Steelbeak, made their way through the streets of Saint Canard.

Today’s assignment was fairly simple: F.O.W.L. High Command had plans involving a local company with rumors circulating around them regarding the possible production of portable thermonuclear generators with the same power output as an entire factory. If the rumors proved to be true, then such powerful devices could do the world a lot of good…or a lot harm, in the wrong hands. (Hence why F.O.W.L. had taken an interest in the company.) While the idea of a portable thermonuclear generator was certainly enticing, High Command was nothing if not thorough in their research & planning and needed more information on the validity of these rumors as well as information regarding the stability of the generators.

That was where the chief officer and his partner came into play- the two had been tasked with tracking down the head of security while he was away from the premises and “relieving him of duty” so that a similar looking agent could go in undercover to gather information and ultimately make any actual plans to breaking in easier when they were ready to make their move. Due to the nature of the lab’s research, it was hardly a surprise that they’d been assigned a security detail comprised primarily of military-grade personnel, with the head of security himself being a retired brigadier general. Needless to say, challenging him head-on in a location where there could be possible cameras- not to mention armed reinforcements- would be a very bad idea, meaning they had to get to him when he was as far away from the company as possible.

Luckily, F.O.W.L.’s sources had it on good authority that he was a regular presence at a certain event that took place downtown every June…

While the deadly duo would typically arrive at their destination in one of the agents’ cars, the streets were currently closed to vehicle traffic, so they’d been dropped off on a rooftop a few blocks from the target’s location via helicopter. After making their way down to the streets and navigating a few back alleys, the fowls found a side street leading them right to the middle of the festivities that had claimed downtown Saint Canard.

“You sure these outfits are gonna cut it, Deedee?” Steelbeak questioned as they prepared to enter the bright and colorful crowd in front of them.

“For the hundredth time, yes.” Dominic replied for what certainly felt like the hundredth time he’d repeated himself. Stepping out onto the sidewalk and revealing himself to the light of day, the loon was dressed in an outfit that was a far cry from what he normally wore. His usual iconic coat and hat had been exchanged for a sweater with large horizontal stripes in three main colors- purple on the bottom, white in the middle, and gray at the top with a black turtleneck collar- and a pair of square purple sunglasses. “Now come on, we’re already behind schedule.”

“I dunno, Dee..” Steelbeak mumbled as he stepped out to join the loon. Like his partner, he had also left his usual suit behind and was now dressed in a pair of vibrantly deep blue colored jeans with a plain black belt, a form-fitting light purple sleeveless muscle shirt, and a faded pink bandana around his neck. “How the heck is this-” He gestured broadly to his outfit with one hand, starting at the white ankle boots on his feet and moving upwards to his usual metallic prosthesis. “-not gonna get any looks?”

His answer was the frustrated rolling of a pair of red eyes and a shake of the loon’s head, his colored glasses briefly being removed to make the action more apparent. “I did what I could with what you had in your wardrobe, though it still would have been better if you’d taken my advice on the shoes-”

“I ain’t wearin’ sandals anywhere ‘cept the pool an’ the beach.” The taller bird rolled his own eyes while repeating his earlier opinion regarding his partner’s insistence on wearing a pair of ocean blue sandals that had been in the back of his walk-in closet. “An’ I still don’t get how walkin’ around dressed like a friggin’ unblended berry smoothie stands out less then my suit.”

“Trust me- I know more about this sort of thing than you do.” Not wanting to waste anymore time debating the matter, Dominic put his sunglasses back on and ventured out towards the colorful crowd of people in front of them. “The more you stand out here, the more you fit in.”

“If you say so, red eyes..” A look of uncertainty made the chief officer’s feelings on the matter clear, but he reluctantly followed his partner into the vibrant and noisy spectacle that was the annual Saint Canard Pride Festival.

Steelbeak’s general discomfort with his current clothes was quickly forgotten as he took in the various outlandish and far more insane outfits of the festival goers around him. The looks that passed over his face when he saw spectacles such as a female tiger walking around in nothing more than a bikini to properly show off how each of her normally orange stripes had been dyed a different color of the rainbow or a peacock with with an obviously fake set of oversized tail feathers alternating in pink, white, and blue were all truly priceless expressions that made Dominic wish he had a camera handy to capture the moments for posterity.

Unlike his partner, Dominic was mostly unfazed by the vibrantly energetic crowd. Although it had certainly been a while since he’d attended one of these events, it was most definitely not his first time going to a pride parade or festival. There were many reasons for him to avoid such gatherings (huge crowds, a general sense of chaos & disorder, and a unsettlingly large number of people who seemed to have trouble remembering things such as personal boundaries after a few drinks, to name a few), but, despite those irritations, there was still something comforting about being surrounded by such a generally cheerful atmosphere full of people who, to at least some capacity, all shared something in common. It definitely brought about a sense of pride and community to everyone in attendance-

“Burn in hell!”

-well, almost everyone…

The cursing followed by a loud crash drew the duo’s attention to the one unplanned yet ever present part of pride festivities that was universally despised by all attendees: Protestors.

The crash had come from one of the booth’s that had been set up along the side of the street selling pins and other small accessories. The short border collie in a frilled red, pink, and white sundress (the poor girl couldn’t have been older than twenty) who had been working at the now overturned table was currently cowering in fear from the intimidatingly tall grey and white goshawk dressed in dark jeans and a green button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows who was giving her an intimidating red-eyed glare while looming over her.

“Geez, what’s his problem?” Steelbeak watched the goshawk shout curses and obscenities at the cowering collie with a mild look of annoyance.

“A religious protestor, apparently.” Dominic replied with a scowl. “They’re usually lurking around these events somewhere, graciously taking time out of their day to make sure we all know how ‘immoral’ and ‘sinful’ we are.” The sarcasm and general feeling of disgust in his voice were nearly tangible.

“Sounds like someone’s got too much free time..” His partner commented with an appropriately matching amount of sarcasm. “..Wait a minute…” Dark eyes narrowed as Steelbeak looked the predatory bird over. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. After opening it up to take a look at the paper’s contents, a pleased and devious smirk found its way to the fowl’s deadly beak. “Oh-ho, Dom, you are gonna love this.”

Curiosity piqued, the loon moved closer to the chief officer so he could see the information as well. “…?” As he read the description and took in the blurry photograph printed on the crumpled paper, Dominic found a similar smirk spreading across his own beak. “My, my, that IS quite the coincidence, isn’t it?”

“Almost feels like we’re doin’ a public service on this one.” The taller bird put the paper back in his pocket before winking at his partner and doing a sweeping gesture with one hand towards the altercation across the street. “After you.”

“What a gentleman.” The darker fowl winked back with a quiet chuckle before weaving his way through the crowd. Along the way, he smoothly swiped a half-full plastic cup from a blue jay’s slack hand without being noticed. “Sir,” He began once he was close enough, earning the goshawk’s less-than-pleased attention. “All that screaming is bad for your throat. You should have a drink- my treat.”

Right on cue the taller bird opened his beak wide, likely to shout something derogatory, but whatever he had been about to say turned into muffled gargling and choking when he suddenly found the cup in Dominic’s hand shoved firmly towards the back of his mouth before he had time to finish drawing in a single breath. The unsuspecting goshawk was so preoccupied trying to cough up the liquid in his windpipe and dislodge the mass of plastic in his mouth that he didn’t even notice the equally large man drawing up behind him until a fist slammed into the back of his neck, sending him crashing to the ground. The attack served the dual purpose of (ironically) dislodging the cup from his beak and knocking the gray bird out cold.

There was a beat of silence from the festival goers around them before the crowd erupted into whistles and cheers. “Woooooh!”, “Nice!”, “Way to go!”, and “This is why we don’t need cops!” were just a few of the words and phrases that accompanied the applause.

“Ha..” Steelbeak grinned as he hefted the unconscious bird’s body up onto his shoulder. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard people cheerin’ just for doin’ our job.”

His voice had been just loud enough that only his partner had heard it over the loud clapping and excited hollering around them, so Dominic matched the tone with a grin of his own and a shrug. “They’d probably be less enthusiastic if they knew more about us.”

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Nobody questioned where the pair of fowls were taking the knocked-out protestor (odds were high that they all wanted him as far away from them as possible and would more than likely play dumb if anyone came looking for him), making their job of bringing him into a back alley for disposal much easier. The noise from the festival goers further aided them- after all, with so much cheering, loud music, and general merry-making going on, no one noticed the sound of a silencer-equipped pistol being fired and the resulting blood splatter would be washed away by the rain later that night.

Taking a few twists and turns to be absolutely sure they weren’t followed, the agents finally spotted a dumpster behind a currently closed restaurant.

An efficient, if unpleasant, place to throw away their man-sized load of garbage.

Dominic, luckily, won the coin toss they’d used to assign tasks for the disposal process, meaning he got to search the body for its wallet, keys, and anything else necessary for their impostor’s charade to be a success while Steelbeak, much to his chagrin, was forced to rifle through the trash bags filling the dumpster and try to find enough nearly-empty ones to hide the remains in.

“Ugh, I’m seriously gonna hurl…” The rooster grumbled for the twelfth time since he’d started, the sound soon followed by a louder one when a bag dripped an unidentified black substance (hopefully just soda) onto his pant leg. “Ack! Well ain’t that just great?!”

Grabbing the last of the former head of security’s personal belongings, Dominic stood with a roll of his eyes. “If you stopped complaining, we’d be done by now.” He could feel the brief glare cast in his general direction, but chose not to acknowledge it as he pulled out his guns. Taking aim at the body on the ground in front of him, he fired out a burst of flames from one pistol, making sure to thoroughly scorch the remains.

“Hmph, easy t’ say when you’ve got the easy part..” Despite his complaints and protests, Steelbeak finished his job and managed to open the bags with minimal retching (though at this point he was likely just playing it up to be annoying). “Alright, short fuse, we’re good t’ go.”

“It’s about time.” The darker bird replied while pointing his other gun at the body, this one firing out freezing rounds of ice that encased the charred carcass in seconds.

There was a lull in the conversation for a while as the duo worked to break apart and hide the evidence of their crime. With Steelbeak’s exceptional strength, breaking apart the frozen-solid corpse was as easy as snapping a popsicle in half, making quick work of the body and handing the pieces off to Dominic so the other man could put them in the appropriately sized trash bags before they were chucked back into the dumpster. It was simple, monotonous work that they were able to do effectively without a word needing to be spoken between them to get the job done.

Comfortable silences were, surprisingly, a common thing for the chief officer and his partner, especially when they were on the clock. They could go back and forth between bantering, arguing, flirting, silence, and everyday chatter in equal measures and had gotten to a point where they were generally comfortable in one another’s presence with or without words…but this was not one of those comfortable or busy types of quiet- this was a “something needs to be said but hasn’t come out yet” type of quiet that generally brought the mood down until the issue was addressed.

By the time they’d finished throwing everything into the dumpster, Steelbeak had a look on his face that Dominic knew all too well: It was the one he wore when he wanted to say something but was doing his mental back-and-forth debate about if it would be “the wrong thing”. The taller bird was normally so cocky, so brimming with self-confidence to an almost insufferable degree, that sometimes it still took the loon by surprise to see him looking so unsure of himself.

Depending on his mood, Dominic could find it either endearing or frustrating. At the moment, though, after doing so much physical labor, he was leaning more towards the latter. Unfortunately, he knew how bad Steelbeak was about admitting what was bothering him, so it would likely fall on him to break the silence and-

“Hey..” Red eyes regarded the lighter bird curiously. So Steelbeak was going to bring it up on his own without any prompting this time? Good. Dominic would count that as some form of progress. “Was I…y’know…” The rooster was avoiding eye contact and moving one of his hands towards the dumpster in indication, an uncomfortable frown on his beak. “Was I…that bad before……?”

Even though he trailed off at the end, Dominic knew perfectly well what he meant. “No.” The answer came without hesitation, a small smile on the loon’s beak as he looked up at his partner’s still uncertain expression. “You were rude, callous, ignorant, insensitive, clueless-”

“Alright, alright, I get it- I was a jerk.” There was a bit of red under the off-white feathers of the other bird’s cheeks, making his attempt at a scowl fall hopelessly flat.

A quiet laugh rumbled in the loon’s chest as he reached up towards the rooster’s face. “You’re still a jerk. But-” A single black feathered fingertip lightly touched the other man’s deadly prosthesis without a shred of fear and began lightly running back & forth along the metal, a wider smile coming over his own dark beak when the tension quickly left his partner’s body and the familiar trilling sound filled the alleyway. “-you’re a tolerable one.”

He might never say it out loud, but Dominic REALLY enjoyed touching Steelbeak’s namesake in such a tender way. The lack of natural keratin didn’t set off the usual discomfort he felt when making physical contact with another person. Plus the reactions it elicited from his partner- that instant relaxation, contentedly happy trilling, and blissful half-lidded smile- were always gratifying to see. He still wasn’t 100% sure how much Steelbeak could ACTUALLY feel from the light touch, but he certainly felt something, even if it was mostly psychological. Ultimately, it was an intimate gesture that both of them found enjoyment in.

Did Dominic play dirty and use it to his advantage sometimes when Steelbeak was in a bad mood, arguing with him too much, or flat-out refusing to talk to him? Yes- a minute or so of the gentle contact was enough to turn the chief officer into putty in his hands and make him far more agreeable and willing to go along with whatever Dominic asked of him.

Did Steelbeak realize it was happening? Definitely- he’d sometimes grumble out a muttered curse at how manipulative the darker bird was but he’d still smile through his cursing and do what his partner wanted.

Did he ever try to stop it? Surprisingly, no- even in the middle of an argument when he noticed those fingers heading towards his beak (sometimes Dominic was subtle about it, sometimes he was direct- either way, Steelbeak noticed the approaching hand eventually) he’d never once tried to move away or avoid the other’s touch, meaning whatever sort of enjoyment he got out of the contact far outweighed his usual pride and dislike of admitting defeat to the point that he’d submit to whatever the loon demanded of him just for a simple touch to his prosthesis.

“Hmmm…ya make a convincin’ argument, Dee.” Steelbeak gave a pleased sigh once Dominic’s fingers finally left his beak. He looked far less stressed than he had a moment ago, that blissful smile still on his face. “But..are ya REALLY sure I wasn’t as bad? I know I wasn’t exactly ‘Mr.Tolerant’ back then.” The tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn’t doubting the validity of Dominic’s earlier claim, he just wanted confirmation now that he wasn’t so worked up over it.

The loon rolled his eyes, but it was with a good-natured, fond smile on his face. “Yes, I’m sure.” Red eyes looked back up into the other’s dark ones, his tone conveying the sincerity and certainty of his words. “You were confused and uncomfortable because you were dealing with something that you weren’t familiar with, but, while you were rude, you weren’t hateful. Most of your problems were because you were in denial, not because you wanted me to ‘burn in hell’ and, take it from me, the ones who haven’t figured themselves out yet are MUCH better than the fire and brimstone zealots.” He gave the tip of the taller fowl’s beak a quick tap before heading back down the alleyway they arrived through, winking up at him with a more alluring smile. “Besides, you get a one-time pass for being more attractive than him.”

Within seconds he heard that particular laugh that he was growing more fond of every day accompanied by quick footsteps that soon drew even with his own. “Good t’ know this mug of mine’s still good for somethin’.”

The pair of fowls shared a smile and a quiet laugh as they made their way back towards the main streets, knowing that was probably the closest thing the taller man would give in terms of a “thank you”.

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Getting to a point where they could be picked up and brought back to HQ by their designated vehicle and driver meant once again navigating their way through the throngs of colorful animals and many booths of the festival, something the deadly duo had to be more careful about given the crowd’s growing numbers as the day progressed and Dominic’s aversion to them. To avoid any accidental contact, the pair of fowls did their best to stick to the sidewalks near the walls of the surrounding buildings or behind the stalls when possible. Thankfully, they’d made it through without incident-

“Hey! You two!”

“!!” Dominic and Steelbeak instantly stiffened at the call clearly directed at them. They both instinctively reached for their hidden guns but didn’t draw them just yet- the streets were too crowded and it wouldn’t be a good idea to cause a scene.

When the pair turned to see their potential enemy, however, they were surprised to see the small border collie that had been the victim of their target’s earlier aggression standing at her now right-side-up table. She waved to them with a bright smile on her face as her tail wagged happily behind her. “Was hopin’ you’d come this way!” Deciding for the moment that the dog wasn’t a threat (and even if she was, they could easily take her hand-to-hand if it came down to it), the fowls relaxed their previously tense stances and walked closer so they wouldn’t have to strain to hear the energetic young girl. “I wanted to thank you for helpin’ me out earlier. That guy was a real pain.”

“Don’t mention it, doll.” Steelbeak told the grateful collie with a quiet chuckle, clearly amused at the idea of being THANKED for such a thing (if she knew what they’d actually done and why they did it, she probably wouldn’t be thanking them).

“We just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Though he held back any sounds of his own, Dominic was equally amused by the situation. “There’s really no need to thank us.”

“Aw, come on, don’t talk like that- it’d eat me up if I didn’t repay you guys somehow! Here,” She grabbed a display box from the other side of the table and dragged it closer, showing off a wide and colorful array of different pins shaped like waving flags. “I know it’s not much, but take a couple in your colors!”

“Our colors?” The taller bird asked while looking down at the pins in confusion. “Ya mean the ones we like best or..?”

“No, I mean the colors for your pride flags.” The girl at the counter explained with a giggle. “Go ahead and help yourselves!”

Picking up the rainbow striped flag hard-enamel pin with a golden butterfly clutch on the back, Dominic examined it carefully to make sure there wasn’t anything dangerous hidden in or on the unassuming pin (tracking devices, mini explosives, microphones- they had to be careful in their line of work, after all). “These are very well made.” Finding nothing off about the small accessory, he pinned the colorful flag to his chest and contemplated grabbing the one for his other colors-

“Hey, stripes, I’m lost here.” His partner was still looking down at the pins curiously. “I thought the pride flag was supposed t’ be a rainbow? What’s with the rest??”

“You’re joking, right?” The quiet laugh that had started in the loon’s chest died the moment he actually looked at the rooster’s face. He saw no traces of sarcasm or teasing anywhere in Steelbeak’s eyes as he looked down at the colorful flags- only honest confusion and curiosity. “…You’re serious..” Dominic looked at the other bird in disbelief, feeling honestly bewildered by the whole thing. “You can’t REALLY be this clueless, can you?”

Dark eyes rolled slightly before looking back down at the shorter bird. “Hate t’ burst whatever bubble ya got ‘bout me, red eyes, but I didn’t exactly get a full education on this sorta thing with how I grew up.”

Oh..right…

With how clever the chief officer was, it often slipped Dominic’s mind that Steelbeak never received any sort of official education growing up. Everything the other man knew, he’d learned on his own or through experience later in life. Growing up alone on the streets, it stood to reason that he never received any reliable information on the subject, and it was highly unlikely that his initial training and education with F.O.W.L. included a comprehensive high school-level sex-ed course for the fifteen year old rookie.

“……” After deliberating on it all for a moment, Dominic looked back up at Steelbeak with a soft, understanding smile. “Would you like me to teach you?” After receiving a nod from his partner, he started his explanation by tapping the rainbow flag already pinned to his shirt. “The rainbow is the most well-known pride flag- it’s typically known for representing homosexuality. There are a few variants, as well as the lesbian flag for gay women.”

“That’s my flag.” The girl running the stand told them while happily pointing to the multi-striped flag pin that matched her colorful dress. “That’s the original version with all the pinks and reds, but there’s another version now with fewer shades of pink and red and a couple of orange stripes.”

 Moving his fingers down to the rest of the pins in their box, Dominic pointed to the first one in the upper left corner. “This one with the magenta, lavender, and dark blue stripes is for bisexuality- it traditionally means being attracted to both men and women, but many people have expanded that definition over time to include other genders. Other variations have popped up as well, including pansexual-” A black feathered fingertip moved to the brightly colored pink, yellow, and blue striped flag nearby. “-which means attraction to all genders, and polysexual-” The finger moved to a darker pink, green, and blue striped flag. “-which means attraction to many different genders, but not necessarily all of them.”

“Hold it, back up a sec- ‘other genders’?” Steelbeak seemed fully invested in the loon’s explanation, giving him the same look he often used when the darker bird was laying out their strategy for a mission. “What does that mean?”

“Ah, right, we should probably cover that, too.” Dominic said quietly to himself before addressing Steelbeak again. “Aside from male and female, there are a variety of genders and labels in between the two.” He pointed to a pair of flags with light blue, light pink, and white stripes. “Transgender, for instance, is used for people who are assigned one gender at birth, but identify as a different one. Some of these people get surgery if possible to physically match what they view themselves as, but it’s different for each person. There’s also intersex-” He indicated a yellow flag with a purple circle in the middle. “-which is for people physically born as more than one gender, and agender-” His finger moved to a symmetrical flag with black, grey, and white stripes surrounding a single light green one in the middle. “-for people who don’t identify as any gender.” The next pins he pointed to were one that was a light purple, white, and green flag and another right next to it that was yellow, white, purple, and black. “Many of the others fall under the label of genderqueer or non-binary, meaning that they don’t exclusively identify as male or female; one of my ‘coworkers’ up north preferred using gender plural pronouns like ‘they’ and ‘them’.” The loon’s mind wandered for a brief moment- it had been a while since he’d spoken to Wildcard and the others, he hoped they were all doing alright…

“What about this one?” The taller man’s voice brought him out of his thoughts to see him pointing at a pin with pink, white, purple, black, and dark blue stripes.

A small smile reappeared on Dominic’s beak. It seemed Steelbeak was thoroughly absorbed in his lesson and genuinely wanted to learn more. “Oh, that’s gender-fluid- it’s for people whose gender and pronouns change frequently. Some of them also identify as bi- or tri-gender, meaning that they identify as more than one gender, but not everyone who’s bi- or tri-gender identifies as gender-fluid.”

“Wait…” Steelbeak looked back to his partner in surprise. “That’s a real thing?” When his answer was a nod of the loon’s head, he groaned and brought a large hand up to smack himself in the forehead. “Think I need t’ call up one of my ex-partner’s an’ apologize for bein’ such a jerk…”

“I’m guessing you didn’t use their pronouns correctly?” Dominic tried not to laugh at the guilt-ridden frown on the lighter fowl’s face, but it grew harder when an embarrassed flush became visible on his cheeks.

“I thought the guy was gay an’ just liked cross-dressin’ or somethin’! I mean, sure, he told me felt like a girl sometimes, but I didn’t think he MEANT it!” The rooster hid his face behind his hand, clearly trying to avoid the immensely amused look in his partner’s eyes. “Great, now I feel stupid..”

“You are not stupid.” There was a hint of a laugh in the loon’s voice and an amused smile on his face. “You’re just…uneducated.”

Oh, that annoyed glare he received when the other man removed his hand was truly priceless. “Wooooow, you always know just what t’ say, don’t ya?”

“I try.” The laugh that followed Dominic’s words was quiet, but it seemed to be enough to ease the glare in the other’s dark eyes until they were both snickering.

With his mood improved and a smile returned to his gleaming beak, Steelbeak looked back down at the pins and saw a particular color combination that caught his eye. “Hey, this one looks like you.” He looked back down at the darker bird’s sweater for emphasis.

“That’s because it’s my other flag.” Taking the small black, gray, white, and purple striped flag that he’d considered grabbing earlier, Dominic smiled as he pinned it to the other side of his chest. “This is the asexual flag: It’s for people like me who don’t really experience sexual attraction to others.”

Steelbeak gave his partner and the new pin on his chest a curious look. “So, what, they just don’t like sex or somethin’?”

“Not necessarily.” That was a pretty common question that Dominic was more than used to by now. “Being ace isn’t the same as being celibate or disliking sex. It means not being sexually attracted to other people, but it’s a fairly large umbrella that covers a wide variety of people: Some don’t have any interest in sex at all. Others like the way it feels, but don’t really get ‘turned on’ by any specific gender. There’s also demisexual-” He pointed down to a flag with similar colors to the ace flag, but with a white stripe on top, a purple one in the middle, and a gray one on the bottom with a black triangle on the left side of the flag. “-which is for people who can develop sexual attraction for someone they have a very strong emotional connection with.” Spotting a nearby pin with stripes in dark green, light green, white, gray, and black, he tapped the area near it to draw the rooster’s gaze. “Asexuality can also sometimes go hand-in-hand with aromanticism, but the two can also be separate cases. Similar to asexuals with sexual attraction, aromantics don’t typically experience romantic attraction. There’s even a demi version-” His finger moved to a flag that looked identical to the demisexual pin, but with a green stripe instead of a purple one. “-for people who usually only develop romantic attraction after they begin to feel a strong connection with another person.”

“Huh..guess the whole ace thing makes sense with you an’ your ‘quirk’.” Steelbeak was back to looking intrigued by all of this new information. “So, these flags can tell people what you’re not interested in, too?”

“Of course. Pride is about knowing who you are and not being ashamed for things like how you identify yourself or who you are or are not attracted to.” Feeling he had properly covered every pride flag in the box, red eyes looked back up at the lighter fowl inquisitively. “Any questions?”

“Nah, that was pretty thorough, Dee.” Off-white fingers reached down to the box of pins and picked out exactly the one that Dominic knew he would go for. “Least now I get why ya had me walkin’ around dressed like a fruity-cereal mascot.”

Dominic watched the other bird pin the bisexual pride flag to the right side of his chest with an amused smile and a shrug. “I figured it would be accurate.” Preparing to bid the girl behind the table farewell and continue on their way, the loon paused when he saw the lighter fowl reach back down to the box and grab one of the less colorful pins as well. “..Demiromantic? Really?” He asked with genuine curiosity at the other’s choice.

“Yeah. It’s just…I dunno..the way ya described it…it just felt like me, y’know?” Steelbeak looked down at the black, white, green, and gray pin held between his thumb and forefinger. “ ‘Love’ don’t exactly come easy t’ me. I could probably count the number of times a ‘relationship’ actually meant somethin’ t’ me on one hand an’ still have a finger or two left over.” Dark eyes glanced down at the aquatic fowl beside him, the corner of his mouth turned up in the slightest of smirks. “Present company included.”

“Noted.” The wink sent his way made Dominic smirk right back before his expression softened, watching how the previously playful gleam in those dark eyes faded into something else. Something almost…sad..

Looking down at his hands while pinning the demiromantic pride flag to the left side of his chest, Steelbeak kept an unreadable smile on his face but the look in his eyes contradicted his beak. “Started thinkin’ maybe that sorta thing just wasn’t for me..that maybe…I was too messed up for it or somethin’…” As he finished setting the pin in place, the expression on his face changed from its previous state of sad, indifferent neutrality to a small but far more genuine smile. “Knowin’ I’m not the only one like that..that it ain’t just me bein’ too cold……it’s..kinda nice..” He looked back down at Dominic, that same smile still on his face.

If Dominic ever made a list of things about his loud-mouthed, arrogant, cocky partner that made him fall for the over-confident egomaniac, that look would be within the top three. That soft, unguarded, completely open and sincere look in those dark gray eyes combined with that small smile which was so different from his usual smug grins and smirks that it was almost like looking at a completely different person- like he was seeing the man beneath the suave bravado and flashy showmanship. It never lasted long, but Dominic mentally filed away each and every moment he was treated to the sight to make sure he NEVER forgot that look.

“……” With a softer smile on his own dark beak, Dominic reached up to the pin on the left side of the rooster’s chest and carefully straightened it. “It suits you.” Red eyes met dark gray and the smile on both agents’ beaks grew a little more.

Not everything in life needed a label, but sometimes it was nice for a person to know they weren’t alone in how they viewed themselves or others. Having something as simple as a flag to show others a part of who they were could make a world of difference to a person. It showed them that there were others out there going through similar experiences and let them know that their differences were something to be proud of.

For all the issues that he’d had growing up, one positive takeaway that Dominic had from his youth was that he had a decent education and grew up in an environment where he was free to express his own romantic preferences. His mother knew he was gay before he’d ever even heard of the word and wasn’t surprised at all when he came out to her as a preteen. Thinking about it as they thanked the border collie for the free pins and continued their walk towards the extraction point, Dominic supposed he was at least a little lucky in that regard.

Despite how clever and outspoken he was, Steelbeak grew up without access to information that should have been common knowledge to many people and had no one he truly felt safe talking to about things deemed “outside the norm”. While that didn’t excuse his previous behavior towards Dominic (and others, given what he’d said about one of his former partners), it was easy to understand where his ignorance stemmed from. Now, at least, he was at a point where he was willing to learn…and had apparently decided that he was comfortable enough with his partner to admit he didn’t know something and ask for information.

For Steelbeak, Dominic decided, that was remarkable progress compared to how he was when they first started working together. He took a small measure of pride in being both a witness and a major part of what helped foster that growth and looked forward to seeing how his partner would continue to grow over the course of their partnership.

End Notes: This may have been unplanned, but it was fun to write ^.^ Sorry if I missed any flags, I was really just running through a mental check-list and did a  quick double-check when I got home to make sure I got all of the colors correct ^^”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader chap. 6; Princess Ali meets Prince John

*Author’s note*

Okay this was probably my most FAV. part to write (next to the magic carpet/a whole new world part that’s coming in the next couple of chapters) cause we get to what helped me win Will over as the Genie. So I hope you all watch the video I have linked below to really set the mood for this chapter. And unfortunately this is where I stop for now until I get the next chapter done (which I hope is soon). Thank you all soooo much for being incredibly patient with these updates for this series and I hope you all enjoy the binge reading that I gave you all ;) 

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Play video

Back in the village as usual the day went on as normal, however things started happening.  Pyramids of spices began to crumble down, brass and metals began rattling together in a single beat.  From the palace that the three kings plus Paul were sitting around having their tea, their cups and fine china began to rattle.

In the Princes’ bedchambers, John and Brian looked up confused from their maps at the distant rumbling while Roger was woken up from his nap due to the thunderous rumbles.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Roger groaned.

From the village, the palace guards were running through the village entrance telling people to clear out of the way. They gathered on each side of the path because soon appearing was an ensemble of horsemen riding on white stallions.

Behind them an entire ensemble of drummers came out lowly chanting, then the horn players came out and played a fanfare as female dancers dressed like peacocks came out expanding the wings on their dresses and fanning them like real wings.  It was then an ensemble of guards came marching out as they began to sing.

*Men ensemble*

Make way for Princess Ali *Female ensemble*

Say hey! It's Princess Ali

         Freddie soon stood on a flower based float wearing a sparkling blue outfit that matched his genie color with a purple over coat with golden embedding designs and seams.  He sung out to the crowd trying to get them hyped up for the arrival of a special guest that has come to grace them.

*Freddie*

Hey! Clear the way in the old bazaar Hey you! Let us through!

It's a brand new star! Oh come, be the first on your block

To meet her eye!

Make way! Here she comes! Ring bells! Bang the drums! You're gonna love this doll!

Princess Ali! Fabulous she!

Ali Ababwa Show some respect,

Darlings don’t be crude!

Down on one knee Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your Friday salaam Then come and meet her spectacular coterie

         The float evaporated just leaving the dancer but soon coming through the archway entrance to the village, Abu as the elephant came pulling in a camel shaped float which carried in her beautiful garb (y/n) in her disguise as Princess Ali.

        Freddie continued to sing up a story that Princess Ali was more than just a woman filled with gifts and looks, she was also a warrior who took on armies of men and took them all down just by herself.

*Freddie*

Princess Ali, mighty is she

Ali Ababwa Strong as ten regular men, definitely! She faced the galloping hordes A hundred bad guys with swords Who sent those goons to their lords?

Why, Princess Ali

Darlings what’s she got?

*Men ensemble*

Seventy-five golden camels

*Freddie*

Woo! Uh-huh Now the ladies, talk to me dears

*Female ensemble*

Purple peacocks, she's got fifty-three *Freddie (spoken)*

(Fabulous darlings, love the feathers)

When it comes to exotic-type mammals Darlings help me out! *Ensemble*

(She's got a zoo, I'm telling you) It's a world-class menagerie

         Now dressed in drag, Freddie was dancing with a bunch of female dancers along the balcony.  Singing about how Princess Ali’s beauty has been known to even turn some girls into loving her.

        Like she was a siren of the sea but with a pure heart of gold.  The ensemble continued to march and dance along singing of her greatest possessions and kindness.  (Y/n) tossed down some gold to the crowd who immediately went right at it.

Until finally they reached just a few feet from the palace gates, where the royal families and court all stood along the balcony observing the entire show.

*Freddie*

Princess Ali! Beauty is she, Ali Ababwa That physique! How can I not,

Turn for her, that lovely darling! So get on out in that square Adjust your veil and prepare To gawk and grovel and stare at Princess Ali

*Ensemble*

She got 95 white Persian monkeys,

*Freddie*

She’s got the monkeys

A bunch of monkeys *Freddie and (Ensemble)*

(And to view them she charges no fee) (She's generous, so generous) (She's got ten thousand servants and flunkies) (Proud to work for her!) (They bow to her whim love serving her) (They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali!

Princess Ali!

Princess—

“We're waiting for you!” Freddie pointed towards the three Kings who looked at the flamboyant young man with interest but pride that he was asking for permission to continue on.  “We're not going until you go!” John’s father slowly raised his hand off the railing.

His friends and everyone in the court looked towards him waiting with anticipation.

“You can do it my darling!”

And with that John’s father gently patted the railing.  Accepting their entrance.

“There it is!” Freddie exclaimed as he winked up at John’s father. They continued with their song and dance.  At hearing his name, John was both embarrassed and annoyed with this and just had about enough as he walked away back towards his room, leaving Brian and Roger to look at each other.

*All*

Princess Ali, amorous she!

Ali Ababwa *Freddie (ensemble)*

Heard of a hot Prince John Deacon!

Where is he? And that, my dears, is why She got all dolled and dropped by With (sixty elephants, llamas galore) For real dears? (With her bears and lions, a brass band and more) Say what? (With her forty fakirs, her cooks, her bakers) (Her birds that warble on key) *All*

Make way

For Princess Ali!

By the end of it all, confetti shot out from everywhere as the entire village cheered.  Freddie looked up at his master grinning widely at her and she smiled down at her genie, mouthing out a thank you to him.

*My POV*

Freddie and I now stood in the throne room.  The only people who were in the throne room were some of the guards as well someone who looked vaguely familiar but yet not at the same time.

He had short brown hair and a mustache over his upper lip.  His cold eyes stared me down as he carried a snake staff and had a parrot sitting on his shoulder.  He looked like he was of high authority but not quite a king or prince.  But whatever he was, he definitely gave me an uneasy feeling.  

Especially since he also couldn’t stop staring at Freddie.

“Where are they?” I whispered.

“Relax darling.” Whispered Freddie back to me. It was then I saw the three kings walk in with each of their sons by their side. “Okay here they come.”  I extended my small cane to them and Freddie whispered.  “What are you doing?”

“I—I’m presenting to them.”

“Put your arms down.”

“But I’m presenting—”

“I said put your arms down girl!” he softly hissed.

“We welcome you to our humble home gifted to us by your people Princess Ali.” King Arthur spoke to me.

“Tell him it’s a pleasure to meet them.” Freddie advised me.

“It’s—just as much….a pleasure to—meet such regal men such as yourselves.” I said as I tried my best to curtsy, but I kept wobbling.

“You’re crossing your legs like you’re trying to take a piss. Bend your knees outward, not forward.” He said.  I wobbled until I stood up properly back up.

“I’m afraid I’ve never heard of Ababwa.” The mustached man said.  Oh shit. Freddie and I looked at each other before we both spoke at the same time.

“It’s North.”

“It’s South.”  Oh great, now we’ve done it, quickly think of something (y/n). “It—has both a North…..and a South kingdom.”

“Yeah see if you just keep traveling you’ll—you’ll find it.” Freddie said.

“It’s there, you just have to look for it.” I snapped at him but tried to be discreate about it.

“The world is changing Paul,” Brian’s father spoke up which caused Paul to nod submissively.  “Seems there’s a new country every day.” He joked towards his son.

“May I present to you in person, my son Prince John Deacon.” When I saw John, my heart raced once again.  I could barely speak and I just seemed to be in a daze.

Finally seeing him like this in his full regal appearance, that was just a bonus.  All I could focus on was his beautiful eyes.  It felt like the world was fading away, that was until I felt a nudge into my ribs from Freddie as he whispered to me.

“Tell him we have gifts.”

“Gifts!” I exclaimed which echoed through the walls. “I mean….we’ve brought gifts.” Freddie then exclaimed in Arabic and the doors opened and all the servants he had whipped up for me came in carrying everything known to man.  “Yes, here we are with gifts. We have spices, golden camels, and spoons tiny spoons. I mean how do they make them that small?”

“Spoons.” A servant that stood by John trying to encourage my spoon gift.  He seemed more kinder than Paul, with warm eyes and a kind soul.

“How do they make them that tiny? We have jams!” I exclaimed.

“Jams?” Paul asked skeptically.

“Jams?” his parrot mimics.

“Yes jams. Yam jams, fig jams, and date jams, spicy….delicious, exotic jams.”

“Move. Away. From the jams.” Freddie sneered through his smile.

“We—we also have uhh….”

“Jewels.”

“We have jewels. We have plenty of those. And uhh, and that! Over there. Covered for…..suspense.” I gestured to a cloth hiding something pretty huge.  I heard Freddie exhale like he was just done with me.

I cleared my throat for the servants to pull back the cloth revealing some strange wheel or something.  I don’t even know what it was but I tried to play it off like I did know.

“Ta-da. It’s uhh…..very expensive and very priceless.” John looked to Roger and Brian who were equally as confused, as was their servant that stood beside them.

“And just what do you hope to buy with this expensive—thing?” asked John as he turned and looked right at me.

“You.” I said.

Allah I wish I could’ve kicked myself at that point. Why must I be so nervous at this point.  Everyone was in shock of what I had just said. I treated John like he was a prized chicken at the marketplace.  His brows raised up skeptically almost like he didn’t hear me right.

“Wow.” Freddie muttered softly.

“I-I mean a moment with you!” I tried to save myself.  Freddie mimicked the silent sounds of an explosion as I tried to stammer out a better explanation when John spoke again.

“Are you suggesting that I am for sale?”

“Of course.” Damnit there I go again.  At this point John looked like he was about to raise hell. “Not! No of course not! I-I-I was trying to say……”

“It’s cold. And-and it’s dark in that lamp. But I prefer that to this right now.” Freddie whispered to me.

“Excuse me. I need to go……find some bread.” John said abruptly before turning around and walked away.

“For the jams.” Prince Brian spoke up as he followed behind John.

“Wait, wait I didn’t mean to…..”

“I get that John can make people nervous but maybe next time think before you speak.” Roger said as he looked at me with sympathy before following behind his friends along with the mustached servant.

“Please I didn’t—”

“Just drop it darling, you didn’t do good.” Freddie muttered to me.

“You will get another chance to speak with my son Princess Ali. When you join us for the annual Harvest our Indian allies hold tonight.” John’s father said.  As the three kings walked away I said as I awkwardly bowed once more.

“Of course you’re—serene….selves.” But I could see all three of them shake their heads shamefully and embarrassedly then Paul along with the parrot on his shoulder turned and followed behind the three kings.

“Smooth.” I heard the parrot mock me.  As we were now along in the throne room, Freddie turned to me and said.

“In 10,000 years. I have never been that embarrassed.”

[whenimgoodandready]

Boy, Oh Boy! Is it great to have a miraculous! Having the power to create, destroy, cast illusions, protect and paralyze, getting a cool costume, kicking villainous butt, saving the world, being adored by others, feeling like this is what you were meant for! Man! It.is.awesome! I’d sure hate to see what happens when all of that is just tragically taken away from you! (laughs for a moment then slowly stops laughing to get serious. Clears throat). Yeah, well, that would suck, but maybe it’s for a good reason. See why:

*Miraculer-We open with an akumatized villain running amuck and destroying the Eiffel Tower (again) and how Team Miraculous is trying to stop them (we don’t see it, but it’s happening) and the day is saved thanks to a rubber duckie?🤨Yeah, idk how that worked, but it did. The whole gang was there:Ladybug, Cat Noir, Rena Rouge and Carapace. Just like from last seasons finale! Wait! That’s all of ‘em right? Did I forget someone?...............Oh yeah! There was that bee girl, Queen Bee! Oh I remember her now! That was resident mean girl, Chloe Bourgeois! (laughs). Guess she was unwanted ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Okay, that was mean, but we all know the truth that Marinette/Ladybug can’t stand Chloe. However, that’s NOT the reason she wasn’t recruited for Team Miraculous. Ever since “Queen’s Battle”, Chloe had exposed herself as Queen Bee in front of others to gain her mothers approval (didn’t work) and one of those people was Gabriel Agreste, a.k.a. Hawk Moth! Cuz of that, she’s barely called into action by Ladybug out fear for her (Chloe’s) and her loved ones safety. We’ll get back to this later, when then see Lila and from the previous review, we saw that she has allied with Gabe in being a spy for him to get intell on Adriens whereabouts. Nice to see she’s becoming a reacurring character now. Like what should’ve happened in Season 2! Humph! She has no idea he’s Hawk Moth nor does she know she’s just being used to trigger akuma attacks and is only doing so to be close to Adrien. Her first assignment, target Chloe so that she might join Hawk Moth after the lack of duty from Ladybug to turn against her.

Here’s something I found interesting, Mayura was in this episode! Mayura was in this episode! From last seasons finale, we saw that Nathalie (as the fandom guessed) was the peacock miraculous holder, but Gabe had told her not to use it again cuz the miraculous was damaged! So why is she here again!? Why!? Later on that too, but we do get to see more of her powers and she uses this thing that’s called a “sentimonster”? She uses one of her fan feathers, an ���amok”, to create a creature from the object of the negative emotions of the victims in a vaguely similar way to Hawk Moths power and hers is called “amokatization”. Pretty cool, except her second “sentimonster” was a lollipop monster😒. Yeah, not as good as the butterfly one. Sorry. It still has the same purifying effects though (Lol! Bye-bye feather!).

Back to Chloe, when the “sentimonster” attacked she was for sure Ladybug would come and get her this time, especially since Lila told her about “a way to contact her (Ladybug)”. It ended up looking like a poor attempt at rain dance is what happened. When the “sentimonster” was defeated without Queen Bee, Chloe gets upset at being ignored again which Hawk Moth senses and tries to alumatize her. She refused!😳She refused! She f**king refused! SOUND THE ALARM PEOPLE! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME EVER IN “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG” HISTORY THAT SOMEONE HAS REJECTED AN AKUMA! AND FROM CHLOE BOURGEOIS OF ALL PEOPLE! WTF!? Surprisingly, Hawk Moth wasn’t astonished by this though? Hmmm. He does, however, send the akuma to Sabrina when Chloe shoos her away after getting upset at not being called into action again and refusing to play “Ladybug and Cat Noir” with her and this time we see her akumatization (unlike in “Antibug”) and her second villainess look, Miracular!

I’m so glad this episode happened cuz starting from this seasons premiere, I did not find a single akumatized villain that I liked! (I almost settled with Chameleon!). I mean, don’t get me wrong, some of ‘em were pretty good, but I tend to have high standards on things. Villains included. Miracular looked great, her power was cool (removing/bestowing powers) and I loved how it looked when it happened (Team Miraculouses signature logos appeared on her outfit! (squees) ), she’s funny and she was pretty tough to deal with especially when it involved the whole Miraculous team (Queen Bee involved finally and sadly, last) to defeat her! 🎉Congratulations Miracular!🎉So far, you’re my favorite akuma of this season! Thank you! Not to mention how her goal was to give the powers she stole to Chloe so they can legit play “Ladybug and Cat Noir” like they always do (“Antibug”). From the montage we saw, Chloe does care about Sabrina at times when she’s not being a b****. It was from that montage though that led her to help Ladybug defeat her. Tickle torture! 🤣. Even though Sabrina has a servitude idea of friendship, she’s still happy with Chloe and she was kind enough to let her keep the Ladybug suit after her reluctant retirement from herohood. Awwww. Hopefully, their relationship will get better.

Things I want to know here. Why is Mayura here!? Nathalie was feeling sick after using it and apparently from what we saw in “Stormy Weather 2” she still is! And Gabe has warned her not to use it cuz it’s damaged and I’m pretty sure it’s the reason his wife is “taking a nap”! So why is he letting her use it again!? Did I miss an episode!? Or has he really gone mad and desperate enough to disregard his own staffs health (and lives) just to get Emilie back!? Scary! Mayuras power, as I said, is vaguely similar to Hawk Moths. Both use their miraculouses for evil, have a way to corrupt people (butterflies and feathers), can communicate with their victims and have the same way for Ladybug to purify them. The difference is, Hawk Moths is called akuma/akumatizations and Mayuras is amoks/amokizations and Hawk Moth creates supervillains from the object of the victim whereas Mayura creates “sentimonsters” from the object of the victims. Makes me think how Emilie used hers for good? Not sure what her powers had to do with representaing the peacock, but I assume since peacocks are “flashy” type of creatures, then the “sentimonsters” are it’s way of showing how “flashy” Mayura can create them. This ep marked history as the first time ever in the show someone rejected an akuma! Wow! And from Chloe Bourgeois!? We almost saw that from “Zombizou”, but here, it was a definite No! She must really be devoted to Ladybug this season. Guess being a superheroine really made her do good (not enough, but still). It wasn’t really confirmed by the staff that she was redeeming herself (the progress was frustratingly slow), but I guess that was just the fandoms speculation. Sabrina got her second chance to shine in her new akumatization where we see it happen and she was one tough little cookie to crack. They needed the whole super squad for her! (the Bee Miraculous was almost stolen!). Her Kirby powers were super effective that she could mix the powers of the heroes all together and we see for the first time what really happens when a living breathing human being is hit by Cataclysm! They don’t die! But it breaks their insides like what happened to Cat Noirs ribs. Ouch! Where do they have to hit to kill a human the heart!?.........Well, that was dark! The battle was intense! What with all the heroes powerless and not thinking straight to stop Miraculer, they needed Queen Bee. In her final and most badass fight with Ladybug and Team Miraculous, she did a great job. She turned down an offer she could refuse from the dark side and almost took back the peacock miraculous! Atta Girl! In the end, it was her who even gave Ladybug the idea on how to defeat Miraculer. Despite all that, Ladybug told Chloe she needed to retire due to her identity exposure and safety of her loved ones. Chloe played it cool (always trying to hide her vulnerability), but deep down she was heartbroken. Not sure if this is the end, but a special good-bye to a once good hero we all guessed would be, Chloe Bourgeois a.k.a. Queen Bee (trumpets plays “Taps”). Oh! Queen Bee, the fandom always knew you were meant to be the chosen one for the bee miraculous since the beginning and now it’s canon. You were discovered when you found the bee miraculous (“Queens Battle:Queen Wasp”), but sadly, you failed to live up to the expectations of herohood. Then you apologized and made a comeback to save all of Paris (“Queens Battle:Malediktator”). And finally, you joined Team Miraculous against the best of the worst akumatized supervillains to save Paris again (“Heroes Day:Cataylst/Mayura”). Your last “Hoo-ray” in the fight against Miraculer shall be known as the best one of all. We thank you for your services Queen Bee. Amen🙏🏻. What’s worse, Chloe is starting to lose her faith in Ladybug and from this episode, I think we’ll see how she really feels in this seasons finale in “Battle of the Miraculous:Miracule Queen”. Let’s see if it’s as tearjerking as it was said.

[eswel]

Halloween: 10 Cosplays that I’d like to do, part III

Follow-up to my 2012 and 2018 lists

-Pilika (Shaman King): I like headbands, I like bangs, I like the palette of pink and light blue and I like the squared pattern of her skirt.

-Hercilia (Namesake): I used to read that comic a long time ago and I remember loving this character and her personality. She was also physically appealing with her blond braid and red dress over a long sleeved white shirt. Her earrings were also nice.

-Rena Rouge (Miraculous Ladybug): I have a weakness when characters change their hairstyle, therefore it’s not a surprise that I like how Alya looks with a ponytail with white tips (it even looks like the multiple tails of a kyubi). The whole combination of red, orange and white looks gorgeous.

-Faybelle Thorne (Ever After High): I kinda like characters with a color strip in their hair, I think light blue in platinum works fantastic. I’m also in love with the leggings and the shirt with lace details. The wings are a plus.

-Adventure!Rapunzel (Tangled series): I never liked her original dress, so when season 2 came I was pleased to see her in such a wonderful outfit. It fits her way better. I like the extra braid on top of her head and the bird hairclip. Plus, I have a thing for belts.

-Domestic!Eri (Digimon Universe): I loved how simple was her outfit in the episode of her backstory with her mom. She looked beautiful with a single ponytail, instead of the usual two and the plain light blue hoodie was nice.

-Pavo no Shiva (Saint Seiya): I saw his outfit and instantly fell in love with it. The palette of green and purple in the armor is cool. The way the fabric of the sleeves falls over the gauntlets is awesome. I love peacocks and the only thing I would modify is the way the animal is represented. I feel like the feathers could be better.

-Human!Elf (Rise of the Guardians): I think it would be cute, funny and silly to dress like a huge elf with a red dress, belt, blue or green shirt, stripped leggings and a pointed hat with a bell on top. It would be like these people who dress up for children shows.

-Yumi (Code Lyoko): I only like the first costume. I like japanese things and obviously a kimono-type gear is very attractive to me, including the fan as a weapon. The fact that is double coloured adds points.

-Clopin (Hunchback of Notre Dame): One of my favorite color combinations is yellow-purple. I also like the jester-like aesthetic.

[naruto-oc-critiques]

Hanoka Saima

Review under the cut! It’s long~

Name: Hanoka Saima (Hanoka means “harmony flower” in Japanese. Her last name means “Fasting woman” in Arabic.)

Gender: Female Age: 31 

Time set in: Gaiden

so you mean Gaiden as a kid, then to Naruto’s age as 31 right? do you mean she lived through the Wars? If so, please do consider how her mental/emotional state has been affected by the wars, and do think about what she contributed. Kakashi is 25+ in the anime during both series, if Hanoka’s childhood is set around the same time as his childhood, she’s gotta have gone through the wars.

Birthplace: Kujakugakure village

You should also give a short background of this village in the later character biography. Where a character grew up is also very important to their development, and what happened to this village later on? Did it’s fate affect Hanoka’s future personality?

Lives in: Konohagakure(The hidden leaf village.

Appearance: Hanoka has a average pear shape body type with some muscle in some areas like the legs, arms, thighs, upper stomach, etc. She does tend to gain weight but because of exercising and yoga, these burn away later on. Height of 5'8|161cm, weight 56.8kg. 

this is a bit nit-picky, but it’s alright to have a shinobi character be all muscle, and described as muscular, because they are always exercising and working out on their missions, during training, all the time. Unless your character is a veteran or a resigned shinobi, which I did not see anywhere on the bio. It’s actually rather unrealistic for a working shinobi to not be muscular and lean.

Medium dark tan skin color with water blue eyes and black coal hair. She has a black Peacock bird like marking with long feathers that’s going down her left shoulder and arm. The feathers are colored in to show her status of which elemental chakra she’s able to use or has learned during her years of training. 

these peacock markings… I hesitate to call it an alarm bell for me, as it’s ok to have birthmarks and colored markings, since a lot of Naruto characters have them, but having them individually colored and represent something is a little overboard. It just seems arbitrary at this point, since later on you do not give any reasons to why she has a peacock-shaped marking, nor why this marking lights up when she learns new chakra releases. Furthermore, no such thing has been viewed to happen in canon, and it seems like something plucked from another series. 

A way around this is to give her a peacock-shaped birthmark, nothing so large, that all her clan members have, and leave it at that.

She has a second mark on her lower stomach with circle curve markings around a stretched thin oval with 2 spider like waves on each side. A symbol for blood or a curse that’s given to her by Lord Osamu.

You might think I’m being very nit-picky right now, but this is starting to worry me. A curse mark that’s described with words hinting at beauty “circle curve”, coupled with the peacock tattoo above? This is starting to sound too pretty to be functional. I advise you to change the description of this curse mark into something more dangerous sounding. ‘Jagged lines’ would be a start. Understand that what I’m having issue with is not the existence of the curse mark, rather how it’s being presented.

Theirs also some old scars and burns on her skin due to her unstable chakra getting out of hand and because of the years of missions and training she’s done while growing up.

Her hair grown much more longer but she cuts it to have it stop below her waist up in a ponytail with the rest twisted, having a silver ribbon tied at the end. She still wears her peacock hairpin to this day. Hanoka wears a blue and black short sleeved silk kimono shirt with a inner top inside showing her shoulders with knee high pants but bandages are seen wrapped around her right leg.

Fashion choices aside, remember: utility is a shinobi’s highest consideration when choosing apparel. For Kurenai, she’s a genjutsu master, hence her outfit is a direct boost to her genjutsu techniques — that’s why she wears them. From what you say here, it seems Hanoka is very exposed to projectile injury and also has no shielding going on. Unless this is her civilian attire, be sure to change her attire when going on missions.

She has black med high heel shoes. Hanoka wears a black neck strap and her rose bracelet given to her by her father with her dog tag necklace. She doesn’t wear her ninja headband anymore but it’s hanged on the wall beside her village’s own headband.

High heels are bad and not conventional. Do not follow what Boruto has been doing. RL dancers might wear high heels when they dance, but that is an aesthetic choice. When your life is dependent on a split-second reaction, do you really want to worry about whether you’ll land right? A shinobi also needs stamina. High heels are a killer on the foot. Unless Hanoka is a seductress, please do not make high heels everyday wear for her.

 Also, ninja headbands are like ID’s. If you are an active shinobi, you must wear it at all times. Unless you are retired, or there’s some special occasion. 

Another point: jewelry is pretty and all, but they dangle. Neck strap is fine. Bracelet is also fine. Dog tag necklace? It’s going to get snagged easily. I also advice you to keep emotional keepsakes at home during missions — what if she looses them?

Family: Tomi Saima (Father), Suki Saima (Mother), Kiyoshi Saima (Twin brother), Miyuki and mizuki Saima (Mizuki is deceased/DIA), Hiroki Saima (Adopted son) Occupation: Medic kunoichi/Owner to the silver rose sweet and catering shop

Please give a timeline to her occupations. It’ll help you as well.

Rank: jonin

Team: Hiroshi Murakami and  Eiji Tsukiyama/Umeko Akiyara (Sensei)

Friends: Akane Akumushi, remaining family of her clan 

Personality: Hanoka was very quiet, timid, and very shy when she was younger but if someone spoken to her, she’ll open up to them when feeling comfortable near them or wishes to be friends. In her clan, she was invisible to the villagers because they didn’t want to get involved with Hanoka since she’s a third born. Because of this, Hanoka had low confidence in herself but also very emotional in hopes to prove she isn’t bad. She’s a cheerful, pure spirited girl with a big heart, caring to help another in need and offer a hand. She even tries to cheer up anyone who is upset and be there for them if they wanna talk or get something off their chest. Hanoka tends to show a colorful side of herself to others while keeping her faithless and miserable feelings in the back of her head since her mother always say to stay strong. Over time, her confidence started to get stronger.

This is a good description! I like how nuanced she is, but you have to give a reason why her confidence grew. You see, a person’s confidence has to be built up. It doesn’t just appear from nowhere, nor can they will a confidence into themselves. Personality quirks like this is very situational. Who helped her? What inspired her? In order to make a better character, this has to be done. In fact, you can even reference this event, whatever it is, later on in her life, as an inspiration to not give up.

She’s always open minded to listen and hear another person’s ideas and thoughts but she tends to be a free thinker herself. That could explain how she gained more wisdom while growing up. Hanoka always shows her loyalty to others, show them she’s trustworthy, and show her respect and kindness to them.

So…she’s a Naruto clone? Very similar to Naruto? Despite Naruto maintaining his cheerfulness through his childhood trials, I wouldn’t call him ‘gaining wisdom’ through his childhood stuff. I’d actually call him insensitive (the first season of), and also badly developed (Boruto).

She’s always serious and cautious on her missions or if a situation becomes bad and dangerous. She’s always organized with teamwork to her teammates Hiroshi Murakami and Eiji Tsukiyama so they are close like family. Same with others if she’s assigned with them being close allies to her. She always sees eye to eye with her team and others but even she has disagreements on some things. Hanoka has a short temper that’s passed down to her from her mother but its not as bad when she was a child. As Hanoka got older, she still gives a helping hand to someone that needs it. Others have seen her more energetic and positive than before.

later on you say she has big abandonment issues and fear of failure - how does this translate to the planning stage of missions? does Hanoka try to hide her fear? suppress it? or does her teammates know, understand, and help her deal with it, and how so, if they do?

another inconsistency here: if she’s got a fiery temper but is still agreeable to the point that she agrees w all her friends (’sees eye to eye’)…that’s a little unbelievable. so when does she blow up, exactly? how does the reader know she’s got a huge temper, even if it was when she’s a kid? or perhaps her friends have been w her so long, they’re used to it, and her them, to the point that they know each other so well, there’s rarely disagreements?

and if she has a bad temper as a child…why was she shy? perhaps she’s shy to others, but blow up at home, or in private? if so, write it down so you don’t forget all these intricacies against each other. 

I like these intricacies, and perhaps you didn’t want to clog our inbox with huge chunks of text, but these personality interactions should be written down.

She’s always dedicated to get a smile on someones face but feels the people she cares about always comes first because their important in Hanoka’s life. Hanoka has really opened up to everyone, including her clan and family when some saw her for who she really was. Hanoka has started to unwind from the ties of her past to look ahead to her future, she has more compassion and a stronger will but her serious side was stronger. As to her loving side, she is still looking for love. Now, she’s gotten more wiser and calmer with herself that she’s usually always working with her shop but always active with customers and other villagers in konoha. She’s more motherly, happy, and in peace. 

this bit sounds alright so far! however, you should keep in mind that Hanoka ‘used to be’ a shy, timid girl, because she felt overlooked. Self-esteem issues like that might have consequences, like relapses, in the future, so even though she seems confident of herself, a possible internal conflict can be a return of her self-esteem issues. I think you should consider this possibility when crafting her adult personality.

However, she shows a different side whenever her other self, Hanoki, is out.

alright. I’m putting my foot down. everything else can be fixed for the better, but this part about a Hanoki? throw it out. throw it out. split personalities are a serious mental issue, and from all the overlooked details I’ve been catching from you, you have enough on your hands to be developing a split personality, too. Also, having a ravenous, angry, dangerous split personality is very indicative of a shallow character, and a potential Mary Sue.

If you really want to keep Hanoki, you should insert her personality onto Hanoka at some stage of her life, and have a character arc of Hanoka overcoming this bout of violence, instead of making it a split personality. Having a split personality spells many, many difficulties down the road, as you will see.

When she’s Hanoki, her whole personality completely changes. She becomes ignorant to others because she thinks their obstacles getting in her way. She also becomes cruel, careless, cold, barbaric, angry, and emotionless. She takes great pleasure to cause fear to someone for fun or just to make fun of them. Hanoki never holds back with telling someone the cruel truth or discouraged thought about them she dislikes. In honest words, others sees Hanoki fearful, grim, sadistic, monstrous,  shallow, and even possessive. That’s why Hanoka does all she can to be sure she’s more in control so Hanoki won’t always appear.

A little more on Hanoki, in case you weren’t convinced. Why exactly, is there a Hanoki? Your description of Hanoka’s background and history didn’t seem any different from the typical overlooked clan child, so what was so severe that it triggered a split personality? You have not given an adequate explanation of Hanoki’s existence. Is it from trauma? Is it an inherent condition? If so — if its a condition, surely it can’t just be controlled by Hanoka being calm enough. If you want to explore the medical side of this, I strongly suggest you take at least a google search for bipolar disorder.

Furthermore, this is going to impact Hanoka’s in-field performance. If she has a disorder like this, where a split personality that is volatile and violent comes out, there is no way the authorities will let her be a medic-nin. Medics need to be calm, helpful, efficient. Hanoki hinders that performance.

Also, be mindful of serious mental illnesses and do not belittle them by using them as a way of making your character stand out and/or do things she typically wouldn’t do.

Likes: Hanoka loves making new friends when she’s on missions and in her shop. She enjoys singing with her pet Shin joining in sometimes.

I did not see a Shin anywhere before this. Please, have internal consistency. When did she get this pet? What is it? 

Her customers or some villagers would see her making sweets to pass out to them or the children. Even she has a strong sweet tooth to make them for herself sometimes. Hanoka plays music for fun or for the kids that walk past her home/shop since it’s soothing. She loves lillies to have a small garden in the back and in the shop. She enjoys the warm sunshine during the say and the cool air of rainstorms. She finds foxes, wolves, dogs, and cats interesting because people in her clan see them like good luck pets.

slight thing to consider: perhaps limit the types of animal considered a good luck charm for her clan? maybe limit it to either felines or canines, or certain qualities of a dog/cat. It seems slightly unlikely that a clan would see such opposite creatures (canines v. felines) as both good luck charms - unless there’s a legend or something that you didn’t write here. Also another pointer: when crafting a clan history, you might want to consider looking at a map to determine the geography of the clan’s home. What animals roam there (wild dogs, wolves, foxes, etc) can influence what a clan sees as good luck and bad luck.

She’s every active and excited when spring, summer, winter, and fall arrives. That’s when she makes her season baked goods for people. morning walks, day/night,Green tea and water.

When is this? I’m going to assume when she’s an adult, but, like I said in the very beginning. If she lives in Konoha following the Gaiden’s timeline, no matter if she grew up during the Gaiden timeline or she was an adult during the Gaiden timeline, there are wars. What did she do during them? How can she support a business when she’s an active shinobi? And she has to be an active shinobi during wartime. There is no way the three wars she’s potentially in (Second, Third, and Fourth) will let an able-bodied shinobi (you said she’s a medic-nin?) sit around selling sweets.

Dislikes: Hanoka does not like it when her cooking and baking gets messed up or ruined by something which is why she becomes so focused to get it right. She hates it when others do evil pranks or is having evil intentions toward something she cares about. Same with others making fun of or hurting any of her friends and family.  Others that tend to show off makes her feel annoyed and irritated to walk off somewhere. Or getting the urge to hit and yell at them. She hates being called annoying or a curse from others in her clan because some believe Osamu’s words of third born.  It also makes her remember the times no one wanted to be bothered by her. She dislikes sour things because her clan can become very ill and sick from eating or tasting anything like it. That’s why she keeps it out of her food but if it’s needed, she will add the required amount and lets her customers have a taste.

sour things? interesting. Is there a background to this? or just a quirk? does it affect her performance as a kunoichi? from what i know, prepackaged rations can sometimes be horrible enough to classify as ‘grue’. what does she think of this?

Fears: As a kunoichi, Hanoka tends to have some fears that’s hidden deep within her. She has a fear of being rejected by someone that does not know the whole truth/story or even misjudged before getting a chance to explain herself. She feels weak or not strong enough if she fails a mission given to her because it makes her think that she’s bringing herself down. When that happens, she’s seen over training to her limits to get stronger again. She has a fear of letting her team, her allies, friends, and others down when she feels weak. She hates when she becomes like this because it lets others see her weak side of herself.

have you explored the ramifications of having that fear? does her fear of failure act as a self-fulfilling prophecy, or does it act as motivational fire to make her brash/dependable on missions? does she train to the point of burnout? and if so, what happens? does she blame herself? is it a positive feedback loop that needs outside help to break out of, and in that case, what is her mentality during that phase? would you call this confident?

chase these questions! it’ll help your character.

She has a fear of loving someone while growing up. When Hanoka has feelings of love for someone, she either finds them getting hurt or killed. Because of that, she feels a bit upset or unsure to say ‘I love you’ to that person. She almost feels like saying and feeling love just makes her remember the ones that loved her die in front of her like her mother, sister, and others she cared deeply for. Hanoka fears herself when becoming Hanoki from either a serious blow to the head or her anger. Hanoki has tried to get Hanoka to listen to her because she's  weak-willed. Hanoka ignores her as best as she can but she can still hear her voice each day. She didn’t want to be the one to hurt anyone she cares about or worse, get killed by her own hands. All her life, Hanoka deeply fears of being alone that everyone just leaves her or don’t want to do with her ever again.

So…you should clarify that she’s not overlooked by her family but the villagers, only. She’s got a warm and loving family, from what I understand at this point.

In that case, perhaps she wouldn’t have so many abandonment issues / fear of failure, since it’s very likely her emotional support during the crucial teenage years is present. also, if she’s so unlucky to have her loved ones die right before her eyes, where is the mental imprint of those horrible, traumatic memories? is her cheerful demeanor as an adult an attempt to deal with this? how does she deal with this guilt? lots of questions you should explore.

Her fear of snakes came from a mission she had with her team. She was trapped down a bottom pit by some missing ninjas but they tortured Hanoka using a genjutsu to have her see a pit filled with snakes that was biting her or moving down her throat. She became paralyzed in fear when her teammates found her later on. That fear is still strong to this day. She also fear spiders but this fear happened when she was a child as people has tried to trap her in a room full of them. This fear is just as bad as snakes so if she sees either, Hanoka becomes scared, paralyzed, and pale that she bends down to grab her hair shaking.

some very serious issues here: you just said that she became more confident over time, but from what I understand of the human psyche, true confidence in oneself doesn’t come from repressing emotions, it comes from opening up. perhaps you might want to consider exploring fake confidence? like a front, a persona Hanoka puts up in front of her friends and the public, but actually she’s a wreck underneath, with all sorts of unhealthy issues.

History: Hanoka Saima is the 3rd born child to Suki and Tomi Saima, twin sister to Kiyoshi saima, and the baby sister to Miyuki and Mizuki Saima. She grew up as a healthy and curious child that wanted to learn many things of the world she lived in but it was hard. While Hanoka grew up, she learned about being a third born was seen as taboo and never knew some in both the Akumushi and Saima clan members didn’t approve of it. It was because of a rule made by the Akumushi leader: No family was to have no more than 2 children but she and others believes this was false. She wanted to prove that she was like everyone else by always trying her best in school, being friendly, showing kindness, and show she’s equal but some never saw that of her. Even the teaches saw she was struggling in class to simple tasks to where they failed her. Hanoka was met by the saima leader that night after school,  saying it was lies because he believes she was a blessing, giving her hope.

I like that there’s this stupid arbitrary rule of ‘no more than 2’ it’s so like clans. but one issue: how do these “people” know for a fact that she is the third born? If she’s a twin, why’s she the one picked on? why not her sister? Does Hanoka understand this, and does she resent her sister for this? Or is she glad to take the disapproval on herself, sparing her sister? And where was this twin when Hanoka’s down? Twins are supposed to be inseparable, supporting each other, and perhaps even becoming so used to operating as a pair that they develop unhealthy reliance on the other. Where is this in her growth? 

Also, there has been absolutely no mention of a twin prior to this background dump. Please, have internal consistency to what her support network was, and why, if it seems that her family didn’t move with her, that is the case.

And make it very clear who was bullying her when she was young.

Another thing. Why are the villagers afraid of her when it’s the clan that has a prejudice against the third born?

Hanoka started training everyday to grow confident in her self but it was slow as the village and Osamu Akumushi saw hanoka still making mistakes. Osamu explained the reports to her mother of things she’s done as getting in fights or getting in trouble for self defense from others. Suki knew that but told them she just sensitive. Sadly, he refused to listen, leaving the house but it lowers Hanoka’s courage and encouragement a bit. Hanoka knew she didn’t mean to do such things but she thought everyone was beginning to ignore her.  She still did her chakra practice with her mother and was able to pass it after months of practice. She even has a medallion to prove it and shows everyone and the Saima leader  that she can do it. After she passed her test from the following months, she started to get sick or rather pass out from overboard practice.

Hanoka was keeping up her strengths but didn’t have many friends since they were avoid speaking to her.

again: why is this happening? shoudn’t the no third born thing be confined to the clan? and if she’s so hurt by this, why isn’t she talking to her understanding mum and twin sister? do they hate her? and where’s that fiery temper? how does she handle this? explode? implode? … inconsistency.

She thought if they talk to her, she would get them in trouble. She was still training each day but that also started to scar her back and other places but hat didn’t bother her because she still helped many people, even helping her friend Akane to show she’s not so scary and some believe her. During that night, Suki was teaching Hanoka new things but she saw a old book by her older relative. They have this old tradition that spoke of the clan bloodline. Every relative in this family gains new abilities to get the chance of using a even higher doujutsu; Ketsuekigan the second stage to the Yosogan. Hanoka never knew this and asks her mother about it. Suki explains it but said she was too young. She had to wait and grow before knowing it. At age 8, She saw Osamu giving her books, scrolls and notes to study all about the history of her own family. Hanoka saw the jutsus were more advanced and dangerous ones that requires her own blood but she will learn more later when she’s older.

You hit Mary Sue territory with the doujutsu. Please change this.

Hanoka was scared of Osamu since he was a more strict teacher but angry at him for yelling and discouraging her. No matter what she did, Osamu never saw her to change and stay just as useless being a third born. He was so furious at her for messing up with her lessons and not focusing on her chakra control that he almost hit her but she accidentally wounded him using a kunai. Stained by his blood, she looked down with scared eyes and ran home that night. They thought of locking her up but her mother refused as well as the leader. Hanoka was worried to what Osamu will do to her but tried practicing to keep herself busy till she was warn out.  When she went home after training, she saw the Mamoro, the people, and her mom were having a argument of something. They said missing ninja came here a while ago because they sensed someone’s chakra that grew unstable,  believing someone lost focus to lead the enemy here. Villagers were outraged by this and thinks Hanoka did it because she was the worst in keeping her chakra low and was out training.

Mamoru Saima tries explaining its not her fault but everyone didn’t listen. They wanted to banish hanoka from the village. Suki refused as she held her girls but mamoro saw enough. He and the saima clan left the village but saw Osamu replace Mamoru as the village leader. Mamoro said he will find a new place for his clan as they traveled to a new location in the land of water but suki decided she was taking her girls to live somewhere else because she feared everyone was still mad at Hanoka so she and them head to Konoha. After she turns 10, Hanoka lost her mother but Suki told her to stay strong even if she died.

Hanoka has lived her life as her mom said to her, wearing the dog tags necklace she got from her. Now she hopes to be  the kunoichi to prove she has changed to a new person.

Abilities: Hanoka is known for fighting with hand-to-hand but fighting with two weapons. However, she’s doing all she can to get used to her bloodline’s kekki genkai: the yosogan, Ketsuekigan (second stage), and Kowaregan (Third stage). Water release is Hanoka’s main elemental chakra use when starting but over time she leared fire and wind release in shippuden. Earth release was then Learned in Last, and Blaze Release/Crystal freeze release/lava release is being worked on but she did learning in Gaiden. 

Please. This is too much things to attribute to one girl. Didn’t you list her as a medic-nin? How can she know so many releases and have the time to hone her craft as a doctor? Even med school is long and torturous, and they only need to study medicine, not combat, application, and infield first-aid.

Strength: Hanoka’s good with her genjutsu and taijutsu thanks to the training she did while growing up. She is working on better control of using her weapons and using ninjutsu. She’s got better on using the three but as she got more older, her focus was working on using her Kekkei genkai a little more better as well with the kinjutsu. She’s always planning ahead and crafty with her hands while working with fixing some other things. It’s the same with her training her physical strengths as well as a child and while growing up.

Interesting. Hands - is that a like? Is that why she eventually opened a shop, making things?

Weaknesses: Because of her trying to keep her chakra in control and stable, she has to always practice her chakra control to keep her self balanced every day to a whole week. She tries being careful when using her Ninjutsu or genjutsu because it makes her weak too quick from using a lot of her chakra. If she gets too weak, then she can’t do her summoning and her Fuuinjutsu. This can also mean the use of her Kekkei genkai that can be a strong but it can be the weakest to her. Overusing the kekki genaki can mess up the nerves system of the eyes but over use can make it spread through out the body’s other nerves, damaging her from within.

This is very important: why isn’t her chakra going out of control a fear?

General comments: consistency is a major problem. too many things. make a timeline. separate the things. factors - external, internal, passive, active. a lot of things to work on, but the separate things are solid. I do need to stress the general inconsistency of your character, though. It’s too much of a hodge-podge of traits thrown together, but no personality, no depth.

She’s way too complicated of a character. Depth is good, but this is just a mess. I’d say, separate her traits into different characters — I don’t know what you have planned for the family and friends, but you can definitely offload some of the traits to them instead of having it all on Hanoka.

Your character is way too overpowered and the fact that they have a powerful dojutsu AND access to these Blaze/Crystal/Lava Release is just way too much.

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Lisa Burke

Article by Lauren Weigle

Photo by Kravetz PR

Lisa Burke brings Lisa Blue to the runway… and to the ocean waves, particularly the whales. We all try to do our part little by little in order to better the planet and wildlife around us, but Lisa Burke takes it to another level with her efforts to preserve the whales. With her fashionable swimsuits, Lisa is able to raise both awareness and funds for today’s ocean animals. She is a true whale activist and visionary who believes in using her creative talents for the greater good. Incorporating tribal influences mixed with metallic hues, jewel tones, and pops of color, Lisa Blue rocks the bathing beauty world with terrific force.

So, tell me all about your most recent fashion show for Miami’s Swimwear Fashion Week. There was so much great use of color and unique patterns. How did you come up with so many creative patterns to incorporate in your lines?

Every year I travel to Bali to surf and design. It is there that I connect with my creative spirit and start to channel my ideas. Plus, I am strongly and passionately inspired by our Australian Aboriginal culture. Once again, I have been inspired by a stunning Australian Aboriginal dot painting. The artist, Rosie Miller, is from the Whale tribe (Mirning tribe) in South Australia and is a strong supporter of the Lisa Blue campaign which is to help towards marine life conservation. I have created three very different tribal prints for the new collection ranging from an earthy tribal print to a glamorous gold-flecked version. My passion for the whales is also the inspiration behind the Galactic stories for the 2012 collection. In mythology it is said that the whales and dolphins came from the stars and their magic stems from other worlds. As I have swum up close and personal to whales and dolphins I have experienced their power, which is beyond words. The Galactic theme ties in with this mythology. Metallic gold and silver panels on matte black, smoky grey, and a deep, vibrant purple depict the Galactic theme in intricate sci-fi looking cuts with gold and silver studs to add an edgy but glamorous touch to the Galactic Warrior. In addition to these themes I was inspired by a photo of a peacock feather. I turned this photo into a painting which is literally a burst of bright colors. I mixed these suites with metallic gold, making the bikinis reversible. Here you get 2 sets for the price of one.

So, Galactic motifs were basically the overall theme for the collection?

There were a couple of themes in the show: The dazzling, intriguing Galactic Themes, which also included a stunning print of blues, turquoise, and purples inspired by a channeled painting of an extraterrestrial angel by whale activist and visionary artist Jean Luc Bozzoli. The Aboriginal tribal theme offered an array of colors ranging from the glamorous gold foiled version to a very feminine silk like mix of purples and warm colors. And, the outstanding 'Showbird' which is true to its title lights up the stage like a peacock dancing.

Out of all the looks amidst your themes, what would you say was your “statement piece” or most revered outfit on the runway?

My favorite is the Galactic Princess, black with gold paneled, one-piece that opened the show. This is the ultimate in glamour and, having a center zip allows the wearer the choice to reveal a little bit of cleavage, adding a sexy look if preferred.

Okay, let’s focus more on the brand itself. I understand you started your swimwear line to help preserve marine life, particularly whale life. Tell me how you became so motivated by this cause and what made you decide to become so dedicated.

Several years ago I went to Tonga with the sole purpose to swim with humpback whales. During this time I came face to face with a mother and her baby whale. The baby approached me and looked directly into my eyes. Only a foot away from me I stared back into to those ancient looking eyes of a new born whale and made a promise that I would do what I could to help protect them. As I was a keen surfer and lived in a bikini, I was often designing bikinis. Then one day whilst I was out in the ocean on my surf board it came to me to put my two passions together: 'save the whales' and ' bikini designs'… So was born my label Lisa Blue, which donates a full quarter of the profits to helping protect the whales and dolphins. As well as donating money, I am able to use fashion as the perfect medium to spread the message to the world to take care of the gentle giants of the ocean whose future is seriously at stake.

Can you tell me a little more about the Whale Conservation Society and your connection with them?

The Australian Whale Conservation Society (AWCS) is a cetacean conservation organization formed in the late 1970s, when Australia was still a whaling nation. Today, with Australia among the most vocal nations promoting whale conservation in the international community, the AWCS continues its advocacy for the permanent cessation of commercial whaling and the farce that it scientific permit whaling. The AWCS works towards whale protection and conservation in Australia, promoting public education about cetacean issues, cetacean research, and responsible, well-managed whale watching. I have a wonderful relationship with Paul Hodda, the founder of the AWCS. He keeps me informed of the whale politics and is like a mentor to me. I am honored to know souls like Paul who dedicate their lives to helping preserve our earth.

How did you decide that creating swimwear was how you wanted to help as a whale activist?

I saw a need for fashionable bikinis for surfer girls since the typical surf brands seemed rather limited in style. It was my wish to bring glamour to the waves. Whilst initially my swimwear business idea was derived from my perception of a gap in the market for ocean girls, I then expanded my project to create swimwear for all types of girls, including taking my beach look from day to night. Hence, I created Lisa Blue whereby I could fulfill my wish to use the platform of fashion to speak up about the plight of the whales and donate 25% of the profit to marine conservation. At first, I was like a baby crossing a busy, several lane highway. I made it to the other side with sheer determination, hard long hours of work, and attaining a fabulous team.

Tell me about your new bracelet, specifically dedicated to whale conservation, besides it being extremely adorable of course…

I wanted to create a product that could be sold to help raise funds for the AWCS and in doing so draw attention to the plight of the whales. It was actually my wonderful PR lady Prue Healey from Mint Partners, Australia who suggested the bracelet. I loved that idea and so designed and created the whale tail bracelet. I was delighted to see how responsive the general public was as the first shipment of bracelets sold out immediately. People love to purchase something pretty with a good cause behind it.

Absolutely. So, tell me more about Lisa the surfer…

Well, actually surfing has been one of my greatest passions for several years. I was a late starter in my mid 30's and as soon as I got my first wave, was totally addicted. Surfing is a way to be really close to nature, to feel free and peaceful. Out in the blue, I get to swim with dolphins and sometimes even whales. These days I work a lot and am more on the land than I want to be. But, I am driven by my cause and am dedicated to the running of Lisa Blue and such are the sacrifices of life. I particularly love my trips to Bali where I make sure I surf most days and often come up with designs out on the surf board. Plus, I live in the coastal town Byron Bay with the beach being a minute walk from my house and so I can catch a wave straight out my back door. And, when the waves are big (big for me is 10 foot), I get such a thrill and in that moment when I am riding the wave. I feel like I can do almost anything if I set my mind to it.

I love Byron Bay. It’s gorgeous. When I went to Australia, it was actually my first stop on the trip. Okay, let’s talk about your target customer a little. Who is wearing Lisa Blue?

Offering a variety of gorgeous styles, Lisa Blue epitomizes femininity. With designs ranging from striking, authentic Australian Aboriginal-style prints to hot, sexy Renaissance art to edgy and elegant pieces such as the Galactic stories using metallic panels and studs…Lisa Blue compliments all. Lisa Blue offers such a wide mix of cuts and designs ranging from bikinis designed to stay on in 15 foot waves to stunning glamorous pieces sure to turn heads at a pool party or worn with a pair of pants out in the evening. Lisa Blue is for the young at heart and the modern girl who is not afraid to show her beauty to the world and cares to make a difference.

So what kind of materials are you most drawn to for your collections and which ones do you try to steer clear of?

I love using the best of Lycra, which we get mainly from Italy and I prefer our trims to be metallic or wooden where possible as opposed to plastic, which means creating a swimsuit that is top quality and durable.

When it comes to fashion design in general, what do you think are the three most essential things to possess or keep in mind?

Whilst keeping an eye on trends is an important part of the process, I think it is important to trust one's own intuition and have fun being creative. Pieces that have come from the magical creative force that is within us all, always seem to have that special 'it' factor. It cannot be mathematically forced, but is part of the flow of the universe. And, having a supportive team to work with is also of utmost importance. My girls add to the recipe and together we manifest a well thought out range that will appeal to all.

[honnybunnie]

Can I request MC dressing up fancy in the brothers specific colour (maybe even an access of their animal or something close to it) at an event that Lord Diavolo was throwing Whether they already set with the brothers as a date or doing this to get their attention is up to you

Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

There were only 2 reasons you decided to work the party. Diavolo offered to pay for your service, and second once you saw Barbatos display your outfit it became motivation. Lucifer along with Diavolo was the talk of these parties. Even with all seven brothers you weren’t even able to attend a party with a date, so it didn’t hurt to work at a party.

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

You Stood there welcoming the guests with a bow. The guests smitten by the attire that draped your body. A white laced choker with a red bow, White corset in addition to a red blazer with stilted tails in the back, tight high waist black pants with a damark pattern. The last detail was the red peacock feathers embellished with black and gold eyes. Diavolo acknowledged that even his wait staff needed to be well suited for every occasion. You were at the command of every guest, still not having a sight of Lucifer. There was a slight touch felt on the lower back. Reacting with a full body turn, you didn’t see anyone. Sighing at the action, you resumed your duty of collecting empty champagne glasses, and handing out horderves. Barbatos sent you on a run to the kitchen to get more champagne.

Pouring the champagne into empty glasses, you jolted at the sudden touch that was felt on your lower back. Swinging a hand to hit who the culprit, only to have it caught spinning you around to face them. Lucifer with a smirk pulled you closer by the lower back. “I apologize was this not what you wanted?,” he mumbled adjusting his lips to your ear, “Didn’t you wear this outfit to finally receive my attention. Don’t think I haven’t notice how great you look dressed as my animal, and in my color no less.”

Mammon:

You had told Diavolo about the hotels with gambling as a main attraction. Though gambling was illegal in devildom, he decided to make it into a little charity. As soon as Mammon had gotten wind of it and he needed his lady luck to attend with him. “Mc, as ya first demon, ya should know that you will be attending the gambling charity with me,” he demanded with a slight smirk, “Make sure to wear something that a lucky Lady would wear.” The night of the event you were running late, because Asmodeus kept making adjustments to your look. He said its no good looking like a cheap whore for an extravagant event.

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Emerging into the event hall multiple eyes turned to glance at your appearance, You wore a ruffled black shirt, tucked into a yellow skirt with a slit on each side of the skirt, topped with gold chandeliers earrings, and a crow pendant necklace. which Asmodeus claimed were both charmed to bring good luck. One demon already approaching them, “why Hello, you must be the hum-,” he was stopped by a knock to the teeth. “Hey they’re spoken for, don’t pursue just any human,” he growled, “this is my lucky charm.”

Walking away with arm around your shoulder, “gold really suits you,” he cooed. The night was mainly you plastered onto his lap, and when you weren’t directing touching him coincidentally he’d lose.

Leviathan:

Diavolo wanted to hold an event to help gather the otaku’s of devildom, and so he planned to host a cosplay cafe in a month, at rad. All the server’s were going to wear different outfits, and Barbatos had jolted down the measurements for the cosplay outfits that the seamstress to sew. Barbotos stated that the seamstress was going to make the outfits and design them. You were excited to see what the outfit was going be designed and sewed for you.

You were excited to tell Levi about the event, but he was always busy in the room, and when he left it was always to run to the craft store. He was definitely working on a big project. The day of the event Levi knocked on your door with a bag stretched out into your face. “th-this will look g-great on you,” he stuttered, “see you at the c-cosplay c-cafe.” Was he the one that made the cosplay, shrugging you stormed to rad.

As the cosplay Cafe was about to begin. You gazed at the cosplay in the mirror. Just wow. White collared purple tank top romper, a black tie, black bunny ears and tail. The top part of the romper was very revealing. Ready to work you picked up a plate and placed some starting treats.

You skimmed the cafe, hoping to find the purple haired otaku. Once in sight you rushed over with a skip. "Welcome back master, I hope these treats will find you well," you voiced. "M-mc!?!?! Huh.. h-huh," Levi panicking concealing his red tinted face with his arm, "t-thank YOU FOR THE TREATS... You LOOK GOOD IN THE OUTFIT I MADE." Your hunch earlier was right, you smiled and bowed, "thank you master, I hope you and I can put it to good use again." "Y-yes we will," he muttered.

Satan:

They caught your attention at Cat Cafe. Diavolo wanted you and Satan to be at the event as helpers, because he was horrified at the thought of some of the demons would eat the cats. You both were instructed to wear a something formal with some cat ears that they will provide. Hearing this you constructed a outfit in your mind.

At the Cat Cafe you presented your self, in a green button shirt, black sailor high waist shorts, cat apron, and green cat ears to match. Satan was stealing glances at you often, and you wanted to confront him about him. “MC... you should wear those ears more often,” he whispered into your ear. He patted your butt, “Maybe next week to the library. lets make it a date while we are at it.”

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

You knew that when ever their was a Diavolo hosted party at the fall, Asmo was always tailing someone to make them his that evening. You wanted to be the next pray, you observed his motions, and types he would pick up at every party whenever both of you attended. He prayed on the ones that covered up more. I guess he was the type to reveal what was kept to the imagination. He also really love people who showed some shoulder showing.

Arriving at the fall, with a long sleeve pink knitted shirt with the shoulders, burgundy leather pants, some caramel high knee boots, and a black scorpion brooch located on the heart. He was already prowling around, but when you swiftly swung the doors opened and strolled in, his eyes locked onto your hips. they swayed side to side, the confidence that build with ever stride.

He approached you. “Mc, what a breathtaking look,” he purred “who exactly are you trying to impress, so I can destroy them. You grin, “well then your gonna have to destroy you self,” replying calmly to his comment. Smitten by the comment he cupped your check, “Oh Mc, this color really bring out the color in your shoulders.”

Beelzebub:

You were to attend as a maid to Diavolo's tea and treat tasting party, he would compensate you for your time. Honestly all you cared about was being able to dress as a maid to impress the cute Gluttony demon. Barbatos prepared a puffy orange maid dress, that have a black leather apron, and gloves for the party. When the party was on its way, you were to offer tea to anyone who requested.

You weren't surprised to oversee the ginger take in every treat in sight. Of course wasn't there for the tea, so you walked passed him to pour some tea for someone who was asking. He must have not noticed you, continuing the duties tasked to you. There were already 2  times that Barbatos had to restock the food that Beelzebub had already consumed. Pouting that not once did he ask for tea. This time Barbatos wanted you to replenish the food that was to be laid out in front of him.

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

A sleepover party was enough to make this cowboy excited. You could see it in his texts. Lately Belphie’s been urging you for more naps, although he thought that maybe you slept too little to begin with. He was always upset your sleep schedules clashed. If he was tired you’d be wide awake, and vise versa.

He knew that when ever Diavolo organized an event, You would always make time for it, sleepy or not. The best part was that pajama’s were a must, and you needed to make the final tug on the reel. Your attire was a satin cow patterned printed shirt, and satin navy blue shorts. though the type of fabric wasn’t as breathable, and was too nice for a sleepover. The night was spent wide awake lounging around on the bean bag chair. Closing your eyes, enjoying the rain and thunder sound a sudden weight sinked onto your lap. Glancing at a groggy Belphie, “you look adorable, so Im going to sleep here with you,” he demanded “maybe if you were my sweater you’d look cuter.”

[stevecanmakeanythingnerdy]

RANDOM RECORD WORKOUT SEASON 4 Battle 22 (The) Pixies: Surfer Rosa (side 1) Vs. Fashion: Fabrique (face 2) (The) Pixies: Surfer Rosa (side 1) I would hope, for your sake, you are familiar with this seminal pillar of the indie rock and alternative music community. But just in case: The Pixies (or just Pixies) are an American alternative rock band formed in 1986 in Boston, Massachusetts. The original lineup comprised Black Francis (lead vocals, rhythm guitar), Joey Santiago (lead guitar), Kim Deal(bass, backing vocals) and David Lovering (drums). The band disbanded acrimoniously in 1993, but reunited in 2004. Deal left in 2013 and was replaced briefly by Kim Shattuck before Paz Lenchantin joined for the band's 2014 tour, and has remained in the lineup since. Basically, Pixies are the "fight club-where is my mind" band. Not just a delicious chocolate nut and pretzel snack, or small, winged, mischievous, woodland fairies. Although the latter did play into WHY the band name was chosen. While not their first release, Surfer Rosa is their first proper studio album. It was recorded by Steve Albini (Nirvana fame), completed in two weeks, and released in early 1988. Surfer Rosa gained the Pixies acclaim in Europe; both Melody Maker and Sounds gave Surfer Rosa their "Album of the Year" award. American critical response was also positive yet more muted, a reaction that persisted for much of the band's career. The album was eventually certified Gold in the U.S. in 2005, but American "success" eluded the band most of their early active years. As aforementioned, the movie Fight Club used the song "where is my Mind" which really kickstarted their comeback, at least unofficially. This album is, flat out A-MAZING from start to finish. Side one contains hit after hit, starting with " Bone Machine". It is all the little nuances, like the off time hook and the brilliant chaos that make this so distinctive and catchy. Male and Female harmonies mixed with an almost "waltz" time signature which inadvertently describe the band perfectly. The band comes at you in 3's. You get more discordant disaster with "Break My Body" and an almost instrumental, save for a few feedback drenched yells, with "Something Against You". As if that were not enough, one of my personal favorite weirdo tunes is next, "Broken Face"- hold that one note and wrap a melody around it. Punk rock but nothing like it all at once. Those odd, painful vocals...those strange lyrical content pairings...it is macabre and distinct. So cleverly original. "Gigantic" is another, well, gigantic hit for fans. In fact, it may be arguably just as famous as the fight club selection. Deal takes a stab at the lead on this one, and I honestly wish Frank would have let her do it more often, as the results are pretty amazing. He was/is (?) pretty controlling of that though. It is probably their most radio friendly tune. Lastly is "River Euphrates"- i love all the little nuances on this one too. Such as leaving studio noise and mistakes, proving it is raw, unfiltered, and REAL. In many ways a blueprint. On the face of it, this is almost an unfair battle, who can compete with the freaking Pixies!!!?!?! They are still active too, in fact, as of this writing a new album is set to drop this fall. Classic album by a classic, god - like - status band. Masterpiece certainly applies to this indie rock classic. I was almost just as excited to review it as I was when I saw it on the random selection! Fashion: Fabrique (face 2) I must be a gambler at heart, because I take a lot of risks on records that look to be promising or interesting musically. I like the obscurity of it all, and sometimes I discover some really great, otherwise unknown music. It gives me the feeling that I know a secret I suppose. Fashion were one of those gambles. Time frame seemed right (early 80's) looks and style and the art were enough to imply this could be some good new wave synth pop. The result is: this is just bad! And not in a Michael Jackson's 1987 Thriller follow up type of way. Not even in an 80's context where bad means good. No, just...bad. Audio vomit. Successful in that the music makes me think of ridiculous fashion runway shows and over the top clothing on thin, drug addled models with too much mascara. You know the kind of outfit like peacock feathers paired with shit brown paper grocery bags for pants. I feel like this was one man's vision, and the remaining band members just wanted to be in a band so they followed suit. So who is Fashion? From their wiki : Fashion was formed originally as Fàshiön Music, in Birmingham, England, in 1978, and consisted of John Mulligan (bass, synthesizer), Dik Davis (drums), and Al James (lead vocals, guitar). James became known as Luke Sky, or simply Luke or Lûke (short for "Luke Skyscraper" - a reference to the Star Wars character Luke Skywalker and the fact that James was tall and thin), while John Mulligan was known simply as Mulligan and Davis as Dïk. At that time, they also founded their own Fàshiön Music label, and they released their first three singles: "Steady Eddie Steady", "Citinite", and "The Innocent". Their sound was varied, playing punk, post-punk and indie repertoire, although Mulligan at that time also had a synthesizer which later characterized the future electro years of the band (sounding like rock bands of the day, as Magazine, The Cure, and Joy Division). Now, if they sounded like any if those comparisons, I would be much more a fan, so apparently I need to start at the beginning. What I have is their later, and honestly probably more notable and successful album, Fabrique. With this album the band saw a significant change in line-up, with James having left the band and Harris and Recchi joining. A more electronic and disco influenced sound arose. Songs like "Love Shadow" and the torturously long "It's Alright" which sounds like an outtake of Stevie Wonder's "Higher Ground". The 80's keys are there, but not highlighted. It is almost as if they were living in denial in 1983 that new wave was taking over, and they begrudgingly added keys to keep up with the times. "Whitestuff (shortcut)" is probably the ultimate dick punch here. Goddamnit! Who knew synth- disco 80's was a thing! Screw this! I think my ears are bleeding. Apparently this song was a large part of a Miami Vice episode. "Do You Wanna Make Love?" Is at least MOSTLY 80's, but Frankie Goes To Hollyweird. I actually had t talk myself through the last two tracks. "Slow Blue" especially, and emphasis on the S. L. O. W! Argh! Painful!! Please, just make it end!! Whew! That was intense. I guess you have to balance the good with the bad. The Pixies took 15 minutes to burn off 124 calories over 6 songs. Frank and company averaged 20.67 calories per song, and 8.26 calories per minute. Fashion were a little more forward and took 22 minutes (felt like 50) to burn off 174 calories over 5 songs. That is 34.8 calories burned per song, and 7.91 calories per minute. It should go without saying that the Pixies caught the wave, and surfer Rosa-ed to the top! Pixies win, hands down! (The) Pixies: "Broken Face" https://youtu.be/YgxAwIybQ0g Fashion: "Whitestuff (shortcut )" https://youtu.be/_e1fvIiJiNk #randomrecordworkout #randomrecordworkoutseason4