#but I'm a trash doctor who fan at heart

[lastoneout]

so I checked over my notes and I was wrong, Eugene was actually sealed away in 1922, not 1932, and somehow this has made me desperate to draw him and Ophelia in clothing from that period as a fun little thing

uh but I'm not great at researching clothing and I'm even worse at drawing it so....ahaha guess they get to stay in their modern clothes for now

[sauntervaguelydown]

Script-Doctoring Sakura

Before we start, you have to understand, I think Sakura as she's introduced is a fucking excellent character. I am a fan. Her bones are GOOD, we can tear the roof off and improve this house.

Okay so one of my biggest, hardest critiques of Naruto Shippuden is how it fumbles Sakura. This isn't anything new, but it's on my mind, so I wanna talk about it.

First thing. She has enormous physical strength, which we get to see utilized in her re-introduction spar, and a bit in her team-up fight against Sasori. Her portion of the fight with Sasori focuses more on her medical abilities, however. And medical abilities... well, they don't play to a shonen audience in the same way that flashy gimmicks and jutsus do.

So one of the first small tweaks I would make is that when she gets poisoned and stabbed by Sasori, and she's fighting through it, the amount of pain she is in should come to the foreground. It should be weighted, it should be dramatic--in anime terms, express it with noises of agony, gestures of trembling, close-ups, sweat, tense music as she struggles to rise and fight on. When she heals herself while running with a gash in her side, I want to feel like she's hauling her body forward, I want to know exactly how each step is tearing her wounds open. I want to see consequences. I want to know what this costs her. This gives the medical techniques dramatic weight, instead of just being a narrative blip in an ongoing fight.

Alright. Moving forward.

Maybe I'm in the minority, I truly don't know, but I liked her false love confession to Naruto. Giving him what she thinks he wants, trying to convince him (and maybe herself as well) that she has given up on Sasuke? It shakes everything up.

She says that she loves Naruto now, because he's 1. a hero who proved himself, and 2. reliable, approachable, and within her ability to touch. How could she love a criminal, when a hero is available to her? This is interesting, sad, and uncomfortable. I love that Naruto immediately disbelieves all this, distrusts it, and is angry about it.

Item 1, Naruto "proving himself" and earning her love, is an uncomfortable concept, and I'm glad that he rejects it. I'm glad he has a chance to reject it. It will dovetail in with his discomfort in the next arc, as he tried to untangle the resentment he still feels despite being openly accepted in his hometown now.

So what doesn't work? Well. To be honest. I'm not sure that Kishimono understands why Sakura loved/loves Sasuke. He's got a strong understanding of the psychological impact Sasuke had on Naruto (Sai spells it out for us, we know exactly why Naruto imprinted so hard). But what's the deal with Sakura? Why does she love Sasuke? I'm not gonna lie to you, in the OG couple of arcs, it's very obviously related to Sasuke being Hot. He is a 12-year-old with a cut jawline, badass powers, and a too-cool attitude. He's catnip for pre-teen girls, okay. I understand.

"Liking Sasuke" is a big part of Sakura's self-identity too. It was the first major choice she made after gaining her confidence under Ino's wing as a child. It was the wedge she drove between herself and Ino. Liking Sasuke and Being Ino's Rival are inextricably intertwined. But does she love him? Well. She certainly says she does. When he leaves the village, she says that she loves him so much it hurts her. We have to accept this is true. But he's given her nothing for the whole year they've been comrades. The closest to affection he ever shows her to her face is when he pops up crazy manic on evil curse juju and asks her which of these mooks injured her while he was asleep, so he can rip their arms off. And, to be fair, she DOES try a Hulk Cooldown Hug immediately after this, and it works.

The real question Sakura should be asking, during her false confession, is "How could I love someone who treated me like trash, abandoned me, and broke my heart?" Not "how could I love a criminal? A wanted man? A traitor?". It's not good as a rhetorical question. Many girls love criminals; Bundy got love letters in prison.

Now, in a narrative that was tuned into her needs better, this could still work. Maybe she's framing it in this unconvincing way because she still can't bear to admit that Sasuke treated her like trash. Okay. I'll buy that.

So here's what happens next. She tries to kill Sasuke herself.

This is amazing. This would be an incredible climax to her personal arc. A physical fight which revolves around emotional confrontation is the Naruto brand. And we've never gotten to see a Sakura 1-on-1 fight before. Sasuke is obviously way out of her league at this point, after absorbing all his brother's techniques and unlocking a stupid amount of combat jutsu like a giant chakra skeleton that acts as mecha armor. For example. But when Sakura finds him, he's just finished fighting a powerful opponent, he's weakened, he's blown through most of his daily spell slots so to speak.

The most frustrating thing about this plotline? She has a chance.

So in canon what happens is that she shows up, pretends to want to join him (reasonable, she tried to defect with him the night he left, it has precedent), gets told to murder Sasuke's previous medic in cold blood, and then hesitates. She fumbles it. She fumbles it!!!!! This is insane!!! She has to be saved Kakashi, and then again by Naruto when she IMMEDIATELY FUMBLES IT AGAIN. I'm frothing at the mouth! I'm spitting blood! The only way this is narratively satisfying is if you hate seeing girls in combat and love seeing Naruto make murder-suicide pacts.

Fuck off. We're doing it my way.

[7nessasaryevils]

How are we already at episode 11???? This feels fake 🥺🥺

Sigh... alright then, let's do it.

- hi Cher!!! Who ya loo- Oyei!!!! Hi to you too! Oh we searching for Yak?

- me immediately worried that Yak has been triggered and is having a panic attack

Me when I realize yak is fucking sleeping on Dee's lap like the goddamn puppy he is doing everyone a heckin' scare!

- but also goddamnit they're so cute 🥹🥹🥹

- heheheh little kiss 💋

- FIST BUMPS!!! YOU DARE FIST BUMP IN FRONT OF MIETTE WHILE SHE PINES FOR PATPRAN?!? YOU DARE?!

- aww zazaki cheering so cutely in the background: my son!

- look at my little boxing family 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'll burn anyone who dares hurt them

- I will not cry at how endeared and attentive Dee is when he listen to yak talking about how he preps for a fight I will not I won't!

- ahhh... the shoulder that started it all 😬

- more like Yoryak Phadetseuk's hubby 👀👀🤪

- I do love that Yei has learned and is now checking in with Yak instead of making decisions on his own... good job baby!!!

- babie yak has my whole heart 🥺🥹🥹 if this Mason guy is mean to my babie i will break him in half world championship title be damned! You haven't seen the strength of an angered mama bear bl fan!

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- HES A BABIE A CHILD ILL RIP YOU APART ILL UNTWIST YOUR INNARDS AND TWIST THEM AGAIN LIKE A BALLOON ANIMAL ILL SHRED ALL YOUR CHARGING CABLES AND YOUR BOXING GLOVES ILL BURN YO- awww look Dee's feeding Yak!

- this little bitch fighting hurt people to keep his title im gonna sit on him!

- damnit yak BE SCARED!!! We all are!!!

- sir... push that straw all the way down what the fuck is that???

- Met Gala grim reaper is back for fucks sake 😬😑

- oh look! An actual representation of these two idiots 🤣 🤡

- ....okay... clown kink was not on my 2024 bingo card

- how the hell did they make clown nose touching cute???? Witchcraft!!!

- LOOK AT MY WHOLE FAMILY IN CLOWN NOSES THE BABIES!!!!!

- yak's about to say/do something embarrassingly adorable isn't he?

- he did!!!! The adorable clown you sweetheart!!!

- damn they're all so cu- FLOPPY COCK BASTARD DOCTOR SIGHTED!!!!! SEE WHAT YOU HAVE LOST YOU PISSPOOR EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!!!!

- ohh Taem... honey... don't look like that you're breaking my heart 😢😢

- no. No no no ono nonooooooo no please I'm begging anything that is good and holy please do not have Ter go up to Taem!!!! DO NOT DO NOT! SHE DESERVES BETTER!!

- side note: taem yelling at a vending machine is peak human behaviour I love it! ♥️♥️

- GODFUCKINGDAMNIT

- I'll light a million fires, burn a thousand sage, conduct hundreds of blood sacrifices and rituals if it means Taem never ever ever ever ever has to talk to you again you trash wearing pus oozing excuse of a doctor!

- nope I hate it P'Golf how could you??? Why is there always something that immensely disappoints me in every show???

- awww all the little kiddies giving Yak their encouragement ♥️🥹

- oyei and Cher with a kid.... @imogenegomi THE FIC IS COMING TRUE?!? Ohhhh ask him ask him ask him ask him 👀👀

- HE ASKED IT!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

- Cher Oyei as actual parents!!! Getting married!!! P'Golf!!! If this show doesn't end with rings and a kid, you and I are gonna have words!

- your feelings have not been fake for a long ass time Khun Yoryak

- back hugs my beloved!!

- you've had his love for a long time to- why am i surrounded by stupid gays???

- greedy little puppy 🐶

- FOREHEAD KISSES MY BELOVED!!!

- Kao!!!! Hello my most perfect of sons how are you??

- oh I completely forgot that contest was a thing 👀👀

- Kao.... do you have a date?? One that makes you smile like that?? Spill!!!!!

- WAIT WERE GETTING TO SEE HIM???? WHOOOO?!

- THAT GUY!!!! KLUEN FROM WE ARE!!!! HIIII!!!!

- angry English speaking Yak my most beloved sexy damn woah (I think I had a minor stroke)

- side note: love that they called Mason American and he very much does not sound American 🤣🤣

- no no no no yak honey no!!

- my heart breaks so much for Wandee because he must feel so helpless. He knows Yak is hurting emotionally and there's not much he can do for him short of Yoryak actually speaking to him about his trauma. All he can do is hold onto him and let me know that he's there.

- your parents are besties, I guarantee it!

- fuck. I'm calling it now: Dee is gonna have to operate on the day of Yak's match.

- zazaki worried for Yak is fucking adorable: the besties we deserve!!

- ...I still can't believe that there are people who get cancer from smoking and then still refuse to quit. I knew a deacon who did that... what did he die from? Lung cancer. 😑

- oh great... operating with the trash floppy cock who doesn't understand the word no... love that

- I HATE WHEN IM RIGHT

- don't make promises you're not gonna be able to keep because this is a BL show Wandee!

- you just said your levels were off the charts you little liar 🤣🤣

- CHER!!! Saying what we're all thinking!

- Oyei.... I see you sir 👀👀 show Cher just how long you can endure 😏😏😏

- okay now I'm crying... Yak giving Yei that garland is so perfect because it is acknowledging everything that Yei has had to struggle with. He was a kid who had to be thrown into the role of a father, a brother, a teacher, an owner and care taker not just for Yak but for the people in the gym. This is one of my favourite moments for these brothers 🥹

- BOXING FAMILY UNITE!!!!😭🥹🥹

- walking into an OR without scrubbing... has grey's anatomy taught ya'll nothing??

- Ter you're a shit doctor.

- DONT LIE TO YOUR THERAPIST YAK!!!

- oh Jesus fuck that's fucking creepy....

- Apichart asking the thing we're all thinking: WHAT THE FUXK ARE YOU DOING STANDING AROUND!!! MOVE!!

- ...ter doing one nice-ish thing does not excuse all the the shit he has done before and I'm upset with the show for even trying to give him some sort of redemption. When someone has put their all into you and you drop them like a hot potato, you get no right to try and insinuate yourself back into their life. You've lost that right.

- gotta appreciate a little sitcom comedy moment 🤣🤣

- TAEM!!!!!!!

- MY SON WANDEE KEEPS HIS PROMISES!!!

- on the lips on the lips on the lips come on!

- FUCK YEAHHHHH!!!!

And that's it for this episode. We had some delicious delightful moments and moments where I wanted to ram my fist through a wall (in anger not in "fuck they're so cute") but that tends to happen with every show I watch. I hope I never have to see Taem and Ter scenes again because I'll puke.

Next week shall be emotional... we are finally wrapping up Wandee Goodday. This show has been lovely and a definite favorite of mine for this year.

Ep 12 promises to make some of my dreams come true: I see Dee and Yak in white on a beach which tells me marriage scene??? Oyei and Cher wedding!!!

So until next week!!! Adios my darlings!

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

I have attempted to go back to my roots and write a "Fictional!Matty breaks his wrist" prompt fill. I'm not totally happy with how it has come out but I am not allowing myself to obsess over these the way I sometimes do my chaptered fics, so alas here it is, being tossed into the world as is. Thank you so much for reading and being so lovely with your support!

26. Broken

George knew it was broken the second Matty hit the ground. A loud crack echoed in his ears even though he knew it was impossible to have heard it over the roar of the crowd, over the sound of their music filling the arena. It would have been impossible to hear, competing with the cheers of thousands of fans. Matty’s face had gone white, and he instinctively brought his wrist to his chest, missing the next two lines of People. Thankfully the crowd didn’t notice, enthusiastically screaming Matty’s lyrics back at him, filling in the gaps. 

George waved to the crowd, tossing his drum sticks into the sea of people before the platform lowered them out of sight. He knew that people were going to over analyze the end of the show, rewatching fan video after fan video. George felt a surge of annoyance for the TikTok groupies who only seemed interested in capturing them at their worst, shoving their camera phones into Matty’s face instead of appreciating the art he was trying to share with them. They would be positively salivating when they realized they had caught the moment that Matty broke his wrist on video. George’s heart ached, hating that he was unable to protect Matty from being violated in that way. 

They were quickly herded backstage, Matty looked unsteady on his feet, stepping into George’s space, seeking out comfort when he typically peacocked his way through the crowd.  He was still holding his wrist to his chest, his face pale and his nose scrunched up in pain, like he was hyper focused on trying to control his breathing, trying to appear unaffected until they were out of sight. George tried not to think about the way that from what he could see, Matty’s wrist was bent at an unnatural angle. 

The second they were backstage, out of the line of fans' sight, Matty was doubled over a trash bin, throwing up a watery mix of bile and the wine he had drank throughout the course of the show. George rubbed his back as he was sick, murmuring sweet nothings of comfort. 

“I think it’s broken,” said Matty wetly, his voice horse from their two hour show, and from vomiting. George winced. 

“I think you’re right, love,” he said softly. Hann appeared a moment later holding a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to Matty who took it gratefully and rinsed out his mouth, spitting into the trash can. 

George felt helpless. He needed to get their tour manager, he needed to find one of the paramedics milling around the backstage area. He needed to tell someone that Matty was injured. He needed to tell them that he needed to go to the hospital, he needed to be taken for x-rays. He needed the doctor’s to fix him, to patch him back up because he was Matty. Instead he did not do those things, not wanting to leave Matty’s side, not wanting to remove the hand that had settled on his hip in comfort. He was worried if he stepped away, Matty would disappear. Matty wasn’t allowed to disappear. 

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[proofofburden]

Spoilers and the Prestige Trap

It might be less obvious from my online presence, but I have a long and vitriolic campaign against the concept of a "spoiler"; if a story is ruined by knowing what happens, as a rule, it is not a very good story. There's a small number of a stories that rely on an unpredictable twist (usually with a genre or tone shift) to develop their themes. Bridge to Teribithia, The OA, and both Knives Out movies all come to mind. I am ambivalent about the mystery genre as a whole on this; the low re-consumablity of most mysteries is probably indicative of quality, though at the same time the audience participation in solving the mystery is both a one-off quality and a good feature of the genre. But in general, stories should be more than their reveals.

As an aside, both Season 1 of Game of Thrones and the book do not have a twist! Ned Stark's death is foreshadowed in the first episode with the dire wolf! Characters tell him he's marked for death! Both works establish the rules for deaths and Stark's death follow them! I know we all tired of GOT being called "subversive" but it was subversive because it subverted our genre expectation that the Aragorn stand-in would rise above! Half the modern prestige trap is built on not understanding the difference between narrative and genre expectations!

A lot of the conversation around these shows is not about what makes them satisfying, but about what makes them novel. Dripping out mystery, even when it makes sense for characters to be more direct, makes for more discussion of the show; 1899 fails because everyone is characterized in service of the mystery and not the other way around. I liked Rings of Power more than anyone, but the weakest part of the show was the "which one is Sauron" mystery, not least of all because Tolkien went in for telling you which one was Sauron and then reveling in the dramatic irony. Had they gone with the Stranger being Sauron and played with our Third Age expectations, I would have defended the departure from Tolkien's conventions because that is the heart of adaptation. I just don't understand what they were trying to say, but I do understand they were trying to power buzz about the show.

Fans, and especially fans on this exact site, ask for this kind of thing, if not deliberately. Marvel is basically unwatchable to me at this point because virtually every finale is a big, "Here's what is coming next from the comics!" teaser. Loki's emotional growth, rather than having time to breathe onscreen and give us catharsis, was shunted into revealing Kang. Without any meta-context, and I am not a comics reader, this was a new character monologuing over the catharsis I came for. It was a first act in a finale. But hey, he's in Quantumania, so I can pay movie ticket prices to go find out what teaser will come next and talk about it online. It's about generating buzz, speculation about how they are going to work Kang into future products, and reviewing the comics. It is not about the characters and the story they are experience in the present tense of the work.

I don't even hate these fan discussions! When these reveals sing with character beats they can totally enrich the show. Russel T. Davies is very good at getting his Doctor Who callbacks to have present tense resonance, and I look forward to his work on that again in coming years. I love how smoothly you can move between the story at hand and the deeper lore in Tolkien's works, and I think that's something the Amazon show captured a lot better than its given credit for, partially because some of the show is not harmonious with the wider lore, but partially because people were determined to hate every aspect of it. I'm a trash millennial, and I love a good callback and self-aware writing. Just, please, get your writing fundamentals down first.

Anyway, the prestige trap is writing for buzz. I am begging people to stop rewarding it.

[the-rubber-band]

(ooc: sorry this is so long, I had an idea and I had to write it. The idea is Plas gets moments of fear because he's not quite human, so he's affected less.)

"Hey! This was supposed to be a gift! What is this?" He shouts, coughing. 

He turns a hand into a paper fan, trying to clear the heavy green gas, but it still lingers.

"Pee-yoo, this stuff stinks! Smells like Killer Croc's breath! If this is your way of telling me I need a shower, it sure is strange!"

He cracks a joke, but he can feel his heart start to race.

"Ah well, probably just a prank," He says, getting up and walking to the kitchen, discarding the box in the trash. He opens his apartment windows, watching as the gas blows away.

Just then the phone rings, and he hurries to pick it up.

"Oh, hey Chief! Doctor Dome? City centre? Yeah, I'll be down right away! See ya Chief!"

He puts down the phone. Time to go to work!

~~~~~~

"...and that is how I will bring an end to you, Plastic Man!"

Plas yawns. "Gotta be honest Doc, I wasn't listenin'."

Doctor Dome glares down at Plastic Man from the seat in his laser tank.

"Of course you weren't, you stretchy idiot! Never mind, that will make it all the more easy to destroy you!"

With that, Doctor Dome presses a button in his tank and a laser shoots towards Plas.

"Yipe!" Plas shouts and stretches out of the way. "Nice try, but you ain't gonna melt me today!"

"Just you wait, Plastic Man! You can't dodge my lasers forever!"

Doctor Doom continues to shoot lasers at Plastic Man, getting more and more frustrated as Plas continues to dodge them.

"Curse you, Plastic Man!"

Doctor Dome begins to roll the tank forward, and Plastic Man noticed a small boy cowering in front of it.

"Hang on, kid!" He shouts as he stretches quickly towards him.

He grabs the kid and stretches him out of the way, wincing as the tank runs him over.

"You ok kid?" He asks.

The kid turns to look at him. His face shimmers like a hot road and becomes someone else's. Someone familiar.

"...Luke?"

"Oh, so now ya come and help me? Ya lost that chance years ago, dad." Luke spits. He begins go grow bigger, looming over Plas. "I don't need you. Mom and I never needed ya. Get away from me!"

Luke tries to swat Plas away with a giant hand, but Plas rolls out of the way.

"But Luke, you've been stayin' at my apartment! I have been helpin' ya!"

"Ya can barely look after yerself," Luke retorts, a massive fist smashing down towards Plastic Man. "I'm never comin' back. Mom looks after me so much better. You'll never be a good dad."

Plastic Man barely dodges the fist, rolling out of the way again. "Luke, please... I can be a good dad..."

Plas realises he's rolled into the feet of someone. He looks up to see his ex-wife. Angel.

"You'll never be a good husband either. Who could want you?" She glares down at him. "Always running from your problems. You're a coward. How can someone like you even be a hero?"

Before Plas can answer, another voice joins in.

"He's not a real hero," A brown-haired man descends from the sky on the other side of Plas, his green ring glowing.

"Hal?..."

"You're just a joke, Plas, that's all you'll ever be. Do you really think I took your confession seriously? There's no way I'd get with you! You're good for a laugh, and that's it." Hal laughs at Plas, and the stretchy hero leans away from Hal and Angel.

Luke, Angel and Hal surround Plas, and he becomes smaller, shrinking away from their glares.

“O’Brian.”

Plastic Man turns to face the voice. “Bats!”

Batman walks up and joins the circle, his harsh gaze pinning Plas to the concrete.

“You should have never joined The League,” Batman says matter of factly. “You’re useless, just a dead weight. You drag the team down. You screw up everything. I thought you would make a good hero. You’ve let me down, O’Brian.”

“You’ll never be a good dad…”

“Who could want you? You’re a coward.”

“You’re just a joke, Plas. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

“You’ve let me down, O'Brian.”

“No…”

Plas squeezes his eyes shut, their words echoing through his head. He knew he shouldn't listen, but they'd pulled his worries and fears right out of his brain, and it was pretty hard to ignore those thoughts when they weren't just in his head.

“Plastic Man! Are you okay?”

Plas opens his eyes a crack at the unfamiliar voice. Luke, Angel, Hal and Batman are gone. In their place, a ring of police stand, keeping a crowd of people at bay.

“Plastic Man?”

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine!” Plas replies, but his voice is wobbly.

“We have apprehended Doctor Dome sir. We got here just as you started freaking out. Are you sure you're okay?”

Plas grows back to his normal size and rises to his feet. He slaps on his normal grin and throws some confidence into his voice.

“Yeah! Don't worry about me!”

The policeman looks skeptical. “Sir-”

Plas puts a finger up to his ear. “What's that? The Justice League needs me? I'll be right there! Sorry officer? I gotta go. League business!”

Plastic Man morphs into a spring and bounces away before the policeman can say anything. He needs to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“Angel was right. I am a coward.” He mutters to himself as he bounces away.

He feels tears begin to run down his cheeks. How long had it been since he had cried? He can't remember.

Where could he go? He doesn't want to be around his league mates, if he was even still in the league after what Bats said. He can't go home - he doesn't want Evelyn to see him in this state. He’s sure they don't want to stay with him anyway, but he doesn't want to give them another reason. He doesn't want to see Woozy, just in case he’d say something else bad that is in his head. He has nowhere to go.

So Plastic Man runs. He doesn't know where he is going, just that he needs to get away from the thoughts that follow him like a shadow. He runs knowing he'll never escape them, but he sure as hell will try. Running from his problems is something he does best, after all.

longest arm of the law, eh? interesting. you must have a real thing for justice, yeah? anyways, you're one of my favorite league members! i got you a little gift to show my appreciation. here you go, friend.

🎁 enjoy, the plastic man.

🎁 anon / ☠️ 🧪 anon @feartoxinanon

Yeah! I'm in the FBI and the Justice League! I'm pretty good at helpin' people get justice!

Thanks for the gift, pal! Always love meeting a fan!

*opens it*

[johannestevans]

Update 24/05/2022

Good evening!

I've been pretty chill this week, just working through a lot of old serials and cross-posting things, and also finishing up an Our Flag Means Death fanfic!

Alongside my original work I'll also be participating in the Our Flag Means Death Big Bang, which is a challenge for fan artists and fan writers to match up and work together on a longer-length project! Definitely check it out, and sign-ups for artists are still open, so you can definitely jump in.

Media Recs

Spontaneous (2020, dir. Brian Duffield) - Okay, don't let the posters for this put you off, because it's actually surprisingly good and heart-felt, and I really appreciated the humour in this. It is a cishet love story and the two MCs are both pale blond people, which is obviously a turn-off, but for all that, it's weird and kooky and genuinely funny. There's an epidemic in a small US town where high schoolers keep exploding with not explanation and no known cause. It's about teenage trauma and survivors' guilt, broadly, and it's very ridiculous and OTT.

Newark, Newark (2022, written and cr. Nathan Foad, dir. Amanda Blue) - I've been meaning to watch this for a little while because it's created by Nathan Foad, who plays Lucius Spriggs in Our Flag Means Death, and I love it, and I hate it. Everyone in this is so cringe and so terrible and so horny, 5 stars for the show and 5 extra stars just for Foad, I hate him, this is excruciating viewing, I will probably rewatch it many times, it's excellent.

New Amsterdam (2018--) - A friend of mine repeatedly recommended this to me and I resisted because none of the main cast are hot, but now I'm actually watching it and it's, infuriatingly, really quite watchable. It's basically about a doctor at a big New York hospital who's attempting to introduce "socialised medicine" (Yanks) despite working under a for-profit system, and it's fun and easy. I will say that the writing is not irregularly saccharine, and it's very much an attempt at a utopia where there's almost always an easy fix at the end of the episode (in one episode, for example, two parents have to divorce so that the mother can apply for the cost of their son's medications as a single mother, and they're serious Catholics, so at the end of the episode to set their son's mind at ease a cardinal literally is like "this divorce is okay, the Pope says it's cool"), but if, like me, you like nonsense soaps like these to watch in the background, New Amsterdam fits the bill, and it does good character work that's a lot more consistent than my other beloved trash show, Chicago Med. No Oliver Platt though, so lose a mark for that.

Bulat Blues (2019, Daniel Kahn & Vanya Zhuk) - This isn't a new album, I've just been relistening to it a lot the past few weeks and it's really good - Daniel Kahn is a favourite artist of mine, and he does a lot of Klezmer and other Jewish folk music; Bulat Blues adapts a lot of the music of Bulat Okudzhava and translates to English with a little of the original Russian still in, and it's good.

New Works Published

Erotic Short: Piercings

A man plays with his trans boyfriend’s nipple piercings.

Rated E, 350w. Nipple piercings and vaginal sex.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Tentacles

Tentacles in a hot spring! Rated E, cis M/tentacles, 450w.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: Super

Rated E, cis M/M, breeding kink and dirty talk with anal. 500w.

On Medium / / On Patreon

TweetFic: At Sea

An anxious Irishman catastrophises and a much calmer sailor soothes him... somewhat.

Read on Twitter

Our Flag Means Death Fanfic: Sink In

Rated E, 500w, Blackhands. Piss kink. Ed pulls Izzy onto his knees and puts him to work.

On Ao3

Our Flag Means Death Fanfic: Communicating Want

75k, complete. Rated E. Gen with Frenchie/Izzy, Izzy/Lucius; background Blackbonnet, Lucius/Pete, Oluwande/Jim. Izzy's just so buttoned-up, how is Lucius supposed to resist the urge to seduce him? It doesn't go well.

Playing with both the crossover of genre conventions between Stede's universe and Izzy and Ed's original one, but basically doing a deep dive into trauma response and navigating complex relationships between the crew and Izzy when Izzy is forced into a position where he has to share revealing and intimate things about himself. Lots of focus on the aftermath of abuse and trauma, playing with freeze responses and the way the different crewmembers navigate all this.

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Before You Know It

Word Count: 1475. (Ao3)

Relationship: Dukexiety

Rating: T

Warnings: disease mention, mild gore mention, implied violence, self-depreciation, sex mention

Remus is a lot wiser than he lets on, and he is the one side who could reach Virgil before he got accepted. And even now he's still good at helping the emo he loves feel better

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Janus sighed and closed the door behind him. It was no use, not this time, not after that display of disregard. He clutched the icepack, now warm with tears, and looked up at the side waiting for answers.

“He won’t listen to me, not this time, even with hypnosis,” he sighed, “Maybe you can reach him, Remus. Someone has to.”

Remus nodded solemnly and sank out. Virgil wasn’t leaving his room, and after the video that day, it was understandable why he would want to hide. Thomas turned him into a cartoon. Thomas made him fly to California. Thomas made him a supervillain. Thomas punched him. in. the. face. Rejection was one thing, but that, that broke him. Remus and Janus feared for the worst.

“Oh Virgilisonfire!" he sang as he rose up in the dimly lit room. His slimy black heart broke at the sight of Anxiety curled up and slumped over his knees, bundled in blankets with his hood up. He had a nasty bruise on his cheek that shone under a glaze of tears.

"All I want is to protect him," Virgil sniffed and hugged himself tighter, "But I'm not doing that anymore."

Remus approached the bed and sat down next to him.

"What do you mean? You're protecting him still. He's just an idiot. And that's saying something coming from your favorite horny dumbass!" Remus giggled and wrapped an arm around him.

"I'm holding him back, I'm hurting him, and I don't blame him for hating me. I'm a disease. A terrible illness that won't stop making things worse."

"You? Kickin-bod Crane? No no no no, that's not right, not at all," Remus pouted and pulled him closer with no resistance.

"Versa E-Verge, you aren't some sexy strain of yersinia pestis, I would be harassing you day and night if you were," he said, getting a snort from Virgil, "No, you are not the plague. You have your moments of overdoing it, but who doesn't? You do a lot for the big T that he doesn’t appreciate, and you know that, you just gotta stay determined to do you.”

“But doing me hurts him so much. Even if I do some good stuff, I do a lot more harm and he hates me for it. He’s right to hate me. I’m not the plague but I am a sickness, like the Spanish flu.”

“You wanna go with disease metaphors? Okay! You know you only have to deal with the Spanish flu once, and he deals with you a lot more than that. You, my gloomy goober, have bad times, and they’re as basic as a common cold!” Remus said with a bright grin, making Virgil scowl, “Yeah, you’re not some terrible illness, you’re just a common cold, gone before you know it, and then back at it again and it’s predictable. You’re not killing him, making him rot from the inside out or destroying his vital organs, you’re a mild inconvenience when shit hits the fan. Those bad times pass, and then you’re not what he thinks is a problem. Again, I’m telling you, Thomas is dumb, like he has three Kronk's in his personality.”

“Three?” Virgil questioned and wiped his eyes, “I know Princey and Patton are, but who’s the third?”

“Me!” Remus laughed and threw his arms out. Virgil let out a small laugh and shook his head.

“Kronk is kind, strong, respectful, and moronic.”

“Yeah, I know!”

“You’re not moronic.”

“Aw!” Remus squealed and pulled Virgil into a bear hug, earning a fond groan in response. Virgil took a minute to free his arms and hug back, but he managed to do it.

“Thanks, Dukey, you always know what to say to help.”

“I also know how what to say to make you incredibly uncomfortable, disturbed, disgusted, and horn—"

“Shut up a bit and lemme have this moment.”

“Okay, Scare Bear. We love you, even if they don’t. I love you.”

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Two Years Later…

“You know what's funny. You used to really unsettle me,” Virgil said, finally addressing him without the others intervening. Remus pouted and rolled his neck, wondering why Janus hadn’t popped up for this load of bull.

“I thought that you were some...terrible illness.” That caught his attention, and a soft smile crept onto his face. He could see where Virgil was going with this, the subtlety masked his meaning perfectly.

“Now I can see that you're just...a common cold...a mild inconvenience...that's gone before you know it."

Remus couldn’t fight the laugh that bubbled from his chest, “Oh, you TickleMe Emo! I enjoyed this! Good seeing you again, Virgil! Ah, it was just like old times!” He didn’t need to see more than that reluctant half-smile before sinking out.

After a quick bit of annoying Roman, because no sibling can easily resist the urge to be a pain, Remus actually returned to his room. It really was fun to finally get to interact with Thomas face-to-face, even if he didn’t give the duke a positive reception. Not that Remus was looking for positivity in this case, he was busy being an alarm that something wasn’t right. That something was Janus, refusing to leave his room for anything. Remus absolutely refused to offer any advice to help his slithering partner in crime, since Janus was too stubborn and his advice was probably what led to Virgil ducking out.

Remus flopped on his four-poster bed and sighed. Maybe his advice from before did reach Virgil as he intended, maybe it wasn't enough back then. Seeing him so hostile recently should have made Remus see that he forgot those words until Logan brought up doctors. It wouldn't have surprised the duke if Virgil willingly forgot about their history together. It stung but Remus saw it coming. He didn't see what was just on the horizon.

"Octopup?" Virgil's shaking voice got Remus to sit up. His heart broke when he saw Virgil standing in front of him, hugging himself with his head hanging. He was shaking and terrified.

"Need a hug, Scare Bear?" Remus asked and held his arms open, as if nothing had changed. Virgil crashed into him, knocking him back and clinging to him for dear life. Remus held him close and stroked his hair.

"So do you want to tell me what's wrong or should I just keep doing this?"

"I–I—" Virgil stammered, fighting back tears, "I told Thomas I was one of you. He didn't take it well."

"I hate to break it to you, but you're still one of us. You always have a place here, even if you don't think you do. You really think that we would just stop caring about you even though you left?"

"I've been horrible to you. Why would you want me back?"

"No one is trying to bring you back, we understand that you had to go. But you are always welcome if you want to visit our little cesspool."

"Remus," Virge said, pulling away to look at him, "it's not a cesspool. I know you aren't just intrusive thoughts and you do other good things. I just got stuck on the horrible things that could happen."

"I guess I really did unsettle you."

"Whenever you said, 'I love you,'" Virge admitted shyly, "I kinda figured it was just low-stakes platonic and I kinda—"

"Wanted it to be higher stakes?" Remus continued, "Because I have some good news for you!"

"Knowing I missed out is not good news."

"Then it's a good thing it's not that!" Remus giggled and held him closer, "I want you to be happy, Harlot's Web, but it would be so much better to be able to be the reason you smile and laugh. I love you, Virge and I don't care if you don't love me back, I just want you to be comfortable and confident and the image in my head when I j—"

Virgil surged forward and kissed him, desperately but sweetly. It caught Remus by surprise, but he was a man who lived for surprises! But Virgil pulled away before he could kiss back.

"I—I'm–I shouldn't've—" Virgil yelped and covered his mouth, ready to cry again.

"But you did, and I'm not complaining!" Remus teased, "But if you aren't comfortable with it, I'm good like this. You don't have to worry about me and my feelings right now, you need some creature comfort, and I am a slimy creature built for comfort—and pleasure!"

"I love you too, you himbo trash man!" Virgil grumbled and hid his face in Remus' shoulder, "Thank you for being there for me, even now."

"Aw, Scare Bear!" Remus squealed and hugged him even tighter. Virgil didn't fight to break free. He nuzzled closer and melted into the embrace. He felt like he was home for the first time in forever.

[cauldronofmorning]

Doctor Who for the fandom ask

the first character i ever fell in love with: Donna Noble. I came in late s2, cried when I should have, but Donna was the first one where I was like "okay I'll defend you with everything."

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Rose Tyler. Still love her! But she's very much overhyped.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Ten/Simm!Master. A big reason is the "timecock" fandom, and how misogynistic/racist they can be to Twissy and 13/Dhawan!Master.

my ultimate favorite character™: Eleven. My fairytale hero and monster all in one.

prettiest character: Romana, both Romanas are great but specifically Lalla Ward in that red coat is such a gender.

my most hated character: I really hate Simm!Master a lot. I know I'm supposed to, but he also gets so much woobiefication from fans who don't extend the same to Missy or Dhawan or any non-white companion.

my OTP: I know I said about Ten/Simm!Master, but I love Best Enemies so much.

my NOTP: am I allowed to say the fluffy (made up) version of Thasmin? cos how they are in the series is great, but you go to fic and they're completely different, all huggy and emotionally open.

favorite episode: I'm going for fluff here and I'm sorry, but Husbands Of River Song. It's sweet and hammy and lovely, and probably the best example of Moffat trying to make up for previous mistakes.

saddest death: Missy! She wanted to stand with the Doctor and she's surrounded by flowers like when she was first introduced and gaaah.

favorite season: Tie between Seven's season with Ace, season 4 before Journey's End cocked it up, season 10 with Twissy heading for a tragedy, or season 12 when that tragedy has consequences.

least favorite season: Season two of NuWho. It's when I started, but god they're annoying now.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Jack Harkness. Admittedly because John Barrowman keeps on sexually harassing his castmembers. I feel bad for it! Cos Jack *is* important, but when I think about the good in Revolution Of The Daleks, it's completely Yaz's side of the conversation that I remember.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Seven, manipulative war criminal of my heart.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: forever seething about how badly Martha was treated. Also Peri.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I only love Whoffauldi when it's "your soul is the same as mine (derogatory)"

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: NineRose. TenRose really annoy me, but Nine/she are pretty cute.

[flowerslightning]

The OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) in FF7

This thing actually caught my eyes while reading a few theory about FF7R and the word OCD appear in their certain analysis, in IG, youtube comments and some posts in tumblr too. Dunno why but they always relate Biggs with OCD. I looked back to the scenes where Biggs appear and... Okay, i understand why they thinj Biggs has OCD or perfectionist

A lot of people, including the psych students themselves easily confused with OCD and perfectionist (I got confused by it quite often too). Now, is Biggs OCD or is he just a perfectionist? Let's take a deeper look at it

Biggs is not a famous character. So fans dont really care about him, but I do

Disclaimer : i'm not a psychologist. Im an intern and still studying. Psychiatric is not my major field but i got assigned there as an intern for quite a time and we got exposed a lot about psychology too. We didnt learn them professionally like the real psyche students, we learned (and still under training) through real life experience + a little bit from the books.

So there might be wrong interpretation here and there. Pls correct me if I'm misleading u. And pardon my english. Pls dont use any of these terms to diagnose urself. Remember, I'm a student, not a professional.

I kins of blame the social media for portraying OCD in such a nasty way, when someone with OCD is actually suffering inside.

OCD is not just about 'clean clean, must clean this place till squeaky clean' and OCD is not about being perfectionist. OCD and perfectionist are two different thing.

Perfectionist is more to a demand demeanour, eg "I want the cake to be like this. I want it to be pink. No, not that pink, it must be neon pink with slight purple. Do it again. No, i dont want that pink. Do it again. Ahhh yess, nice pink." Someone with perfectionist, after they got their result, they will immediately bcome calm and satisfied. Perfectionist is obviously different from OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). OCPD falls under Personality Disorder and it is different from OCD. Im not going to talk about that

Credit goes to crazyheadcomics.

Look at how OCD got spoken from the media perspective. It is very much resemble to Biggs, dont u think? In reality, someone with OCD always feel stress about everything around them, and they will find it hard to complete their task.

OCD has two components - Obsessive and Compulsive

| 1. Obsessive. It is a repeating thoughts about something and often occur until it makes someone feel stress about it. Eg, u think that ur hand will get bacteria infection if u touch a chair, door, fridge or when holding someone's hand. This thought always appear in ur mind everytime u touch the door, chair, fridge or somebody's hand, but when u touch ur shoes, u never think about the bacteria (in certain cases, some patients become scare of everything they touch)

| 2. Compulsive. It is a repeating of the same actions to fulfill the 'obsession' in order to reduce the stress acted upon them. Usually the 'action' has a specific ways in which the patient believe he has to do it like this or that way or else he will fail. Eg, after touching the chair, he will immediately wash his hand 10x from left to right. He believes the hand washing wont be effective if he starts from right to left

Another sign of OCD is when someone re-checking the door lock few times. Its normal for us to re-check once/twice the door lock for confirmation, but for people with OCD, they will re-check the door lock for about 6-10 times and still not feel satisfied and later they stress out. And also the OCD people, they tend to get annoyed when something is not in particular order and they will immediately fix it eventhough they know they're wrong.

I met a funny woman at the hosp arranging our students' books according to its thickness, when I asked her why did she arranged our books like that,

She replied : "Doctor said I have CDO"

Me : "Sorry, CDO? Never heard of it"

She : "It is actually OCD but I feel so stress hearing that term so I put it in alphabetical order. CDO, much better"

We both had a good laugh. Her case was not serious though, but she was feeling miserable with her thoughts and decided to meet a psychiatrist. I would say she was still in early stage for someone with OCD, but may lead to severe if left untreated

It is really hard to satisfy and convince someone with OCD and they always feel stress about something they shouldnt care too much about. U can say OCD is a fastidious type, and they're actually more than that

If we want to relate this condition with Bigg's case., urmm. The only time where I can spot him being different than the other characters is when he's busy sweeping his front house and when he pat Cloud's head during the Sector 7 plate fall.

The cleaning stuff isnt exactly weird thing for a human to do. But it is something odd, I mean, he just finished his mission with Jessie and survived a jump from the plate, and yet he still have the energy to sweep dry leaves, AT NIGHT! He can wait till tomorrow though and should get himself a proper rest.

Wedge says Biggs has a habit of overthinking stuff

And there we see Biggs sweeping the dry leaves. It might be because he is trying to distract himself from doing his bad habit - overthinking. But urm , i think there'll be higher chance for someone to overthink when doing house chore like Biggs is doing. This is where lots of people say Biggs cleaning the house at night is bcause he has OCD or he's a perfectionist.

But I dont think thats the case. For real, he is completely normal. No sign of him acting weird in that scene. If he really does have OCD or he's a perfectionist, we'll see more of him arguing with Barret about unnecessary stuff. He cant become one of Avalanche's strongest member (not exactly strong, but hey, he's trustworthy). Also, if u notice, Biggs have one earring on his right ear. Someone with OCD will feel irritated by it bcause his ear doesnt look 'balance'. OCD people, even in mild case, they want everything about them to be balance and in good order.

After trying to understand Biggs way of thinking and style through his short screentime, I strongly believe this guy has no such thing as OCD or being a perfectionist. Biggs just cares tooooo much about his friends, he thinks 10 times ahead from the bigger picture in which it frightens him about the bad consequences that will occur to people he cherish.

He is the type that always have a back up plan in his mind. He thinks of 5 possible bad things and comes out with 10 solutions. That's the power of an overthinker like Biggs I'll tell ya

Biggs probably cleaning his front house area at night bcause the next early morning, he will need to leave his house for the bombing mission. Better take care of things the night before the big day. He can ditch the cleaning work but he wont do it, not bcause he's a perfectionist/OCD, but try to imagine this, if ur front house is full with dry leaves and rubbish, it will be unpleasant for the neighbours next to ur house to see. Living in the slum means higher chance for u to get sick if u dont take care of ur surrounding hygiene. Biggs is a kind man, and I believe he doesnt want to upset his neighbours

He probably has overthink this matter like "If i dont do this now, I probably dont have time for doing it tomorrow. Maybe I'll broke my leg from the mission and this trash will be left untouched, then there'll be high chance for the children around here to get sick. What if they get infectious disease bcause of this dry leaves? And then the parents will be worried and the Sector 7 Slum will be in chaos etc etc. Time for plan A. Let's clean this place"

Besides, remember the post where I mentioned about Mental Health First Aid? Biggs, as the side character gives the best MFA to Cloud even without knowing what Cloud had gone through. Biggs is just toooo kind with his friends, he cares too much causing him to overthinks about his friends conditions. He can notice even the slightest change in his friend's behaviour and with his own instinct, he cheers for them

Aww man, how can u not love his personality? He's the sweetest side character ever (and kinda hot too).

Soo as the conclusion for my post here, Biggs does not have OCD. He's a side character with a big heart who cares tooooooo deeply about his friends that leads him to overthink too much.

However, if the devs say Biggs really has OCD then my statement about him will be invalid. I'm sure they have put everything in a very close detail look.

Btw, I personally think Biggs kind of portrays the other small side of Cloud, the overthinking part for their romantic partner. But Biggs express his worry through words while Cloud express it through his actions, eg - like how he always keep an eye on Tifa. He never speak it directly like "I'm worry about Tifa, I must help her", he just simply be with her either she needs a help or not. While Biggs clearly says "Jessie been acting weird, I should go if she needs any - help -"

Action speaks louder than words but sometimes our eyes failed to listen.

Alright, that's it. Thanks for being with me till the end.

[vomitpremium]

Ideas I've had for dnd/tabletop role playing campaigns:

1. Everyone's in a forest beast world and are like, anthropomorphic animals like mice or badgers or lizards, evem bugs! and are the same size as normal them. Their weapons and armour would be styled like woodland nature stuff or human trash i.e. A mouse using thumb tacs as daggers.

This one I feel is more aimed towards having a cute vibe to it, but could easily go down the route of Redwall or Warrior Cats and ha e some darker vibes to it too.

2. Stealing the plot of the Steven Universe movie since none of my friends have seen it and I think I could get them to cry over the Spinel stand in villain/friend.

Basing it in a fantasy setting I'd replace the gem reset mechanic with some sort of time travel fiasco. The garden can be a fantastical fantasy magic Grove or even a huge castle sumthin like that. The fun part would be getting them to make all these characters with interconnected backstories and pasts and allocating only one of them to remember it all uwu

Bonus, I get to use the soundtrack as background music, utilising the story beats in it to help accent the revelations in game.

3. Players are locked in a medieval city which is plague ridden. They have to escape. Avoiding catching the deathly illness and fighting gangs and guards to save any chance of getting out alive they'd have to deal/barter, sneak around alleys and hidden passages or fight their way through the high city walls. The players could even have friends or family that they want/need to bring with them out of the city to add more challenge!

Pros of this include, funny gang and guard office comedy routines, cool ass plague doctor aesthetics, and familial/close bonds being stressed for me to toy with their emotions!

4. The UnAlive game! The party are all undead!!! They want to change that! The necromancer that brought them back got crushed under a rock or overly ambitious skull for his next project and didn't drain their will away so it's now their perogative to find a way to restore their beating hearts (or whatever pumped precious life energy throughout their body)! Having to disguise themselves or convince townsfolk to let them in, this would be a fun angle for experienced players to have to think from! Even if they've played an undead before, there can't have been many people who've been in a whole party of them!

I've been saving a character for this who is an undead Bard who playes the guitar, his name is Dead Sheeran

5. Sci-fi superhero game!! Think like how overwatch has a bunch of superheros that are made through science and technology but have magical like powers too! I've already run a game like this, Basing it in a military like institute very much Like overwatch as a way to get the players on missions. Instead! This new game shall be them playing as Villains!! Now, I'm not too much of a fan of evil games as they do end up making people second guess themselves when it comes to harming the public and stuff like that, stupid morals (this is a joke. I also don't like running them since it leaves a bad taste in my mouth) so! These evil vagabonds shall be attempting to take over the world, megamind style! They dont want to kill anyone, they just want to right the wrong they see in the world! And be flamboyant and extra with every step of the way! Their secret base is in a volcano for petes sake! The evil mastermind sends them out on their next eeeeviiil mission to *looks at smudges writing on hand* kidnap the presidents daughter!... Again!!....

If anyone thinks this sounds fun, I urge you to check out the system Wild Talents. It's a little dense and a tad confusing on first read, but it let's you make a detailed superpower with limitations and everything! I used it for the said overwatch-like game I ran and it was heaps of fun once it got rolling!

(Edit- As I was using them as examples and not claiming credit for them I thought it would be fine using images to get the vibes of the campaigns down but it felt like reposting and I don't want to deal with the tumblr ballache so they're gone except the SU gif cos that's straight from the show)

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! you know what i'm here forrrrrr

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Who was the one to propose: 

Tariq. Duh. It sort of just…happens. For Ryan, anyways. For months, Tariq secretly stressed over how to do it. Part of him - the over the top person that he is, wanted an ‘all eyes on us’ kind of proposal. ‘Cause that’s what Ryan deserved. But the more he thought about it. The more he knew Ryan and what she’d want. He decided that a more lowkey proposal was the best way to go. So he did. He’d slipped the ring on her finger after she’d crashed hard from a double shift. The question in bold sharpie writing on one of her old bright pink note cards tapped on the bathroom mirror for her to see when she shuffled in. And the living room littered with her favorite flowers trailing from the bedroom, the table set with her now cold favorite meal and him chilling on the couch as if he hadn’t been waiting for hours for her to wake up.  

Who stressed more over wedding planning: 

Both. It’s the cultural clash that Tariq expected would happen after proposing to a good old, Southern Christian black girl. From the food to the music. To who’ll preside over their ceremony. “Should we just have a justice of the peace? I mean, it will be a interfaith marriage.” Tariq sighs and pulls Ryan into a silent hug. He is two seconds away from grabbing his fiancee and heading to the courthouse to marry her. Right the fuck now. Some of his uncles are asking if she’ll convert. Or if he will. His aunties are talking kids. And all Tariq wants - besides marrying the woman in his arms - is to take her somewhere quiet with nice ass weather so he can see her in as less clothing as possible. No wonder a few of his cousins laughed when they found out his fiancee was Christian. In the end, they work it out ‘cause failure was not a fucking option. But damn, if he isn’t looking forward to their honeymoon.

Who decorated the house:

It’s a weird mixture of both of their tastes. The integration of Ryan’s favorite colors with his (green and gold) is an interesting sight for Tariq. An argument - or several - originated from him learning not to use decorative pillows for anything other than aesthetics. “Pillows are used for sleeping, Nae.” “Not those, Tariq! You’ve smushed them. Do you know how much those cost?” And it’s not like Tariq didn’t know. He just assumed that as a grown man, he could sleep on any pillows in his house. …Apparently not all of them. “I’ll cash app you the money. Just.. damn.”

Who is more organized:

Ryan. Hands down. Not that Tariq isn’t organized. But Ryan likes things in their place. All the time. He knew that going into this. Them finally living together. And he thought that knew. Or that, at the very least, she’d tried to warn him. But…he’s… learning to keep his shoes are out of the way so she doesn’t trip in the dark of night as she trudges to bed exhausted. Or remember to put up reminders when he’s used the last of something. It’s not perfect but Tariq is learning.

Who initiates bedroom fun:

Tariq. But in his defense, have you seen his wife? He continues to give praise to Allah on that alone. Especially considering how they met. He’s been threatened with a ‘no-touching’ rule that has to go into effect when Ryan has important things to do. Like major reports to complete and things like that. But so far, Ryan hasn’t used it yet. She will though. One day. Until then, Tariq is more than willing to keep her distracted.

Who suggested kids first:

Verbally, between the two of them, it’s Ryan. Tariq shouldn’t find the anxious look she gives him, or the wringing of her hands and thinning of her lips, to be cute. But he does. His Ammi has been asking for a grandchild since a week after they returned from their honeymoon. Which, trust him. Tariq was trying. The idea of a unique, smaller version of them out and causing havoc in the world was something that Tariq couldn’t shake. “I’ve been waiting on you, Doc.” He laughs ‘cause it’s the truth. “Fuck yeah. Let’s do this.”

Who’s more dominant: 

Tariq. It’s not because he’s a man. But that Ryan has this unspoken thing about telling him what she wants aloud. He figured that out as he got to know Ryan. Not that she doesn’t have her moments. It’s weird but Tariq likes it. Which, dealing with him, appears to come easier and more regularly than before they met. Ryan’s not entirely demure - see how they met. It just has to coaxed out of her. Which is something Tariq doesn’t mind. At all. 

Who’s the cuddler:

Tariq. He’s a tactile communicator. He talks with his hands. He works with them. Like most people, he uses them often. But it’s just something about Ryan that makes him gravitate towards her. Like a ship steering towards a lighthouse near the coast. His hands have to touch some part of her. Most of the time. So cuddles are natural. He likes the feel of her near his side. Or front. And on his emotionally draining days, his back. Her fingers combing through his short hair as he listens to the beat of her heart. 

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

Cuddling aside? Ryan may or may not have gotten Tariq hooked on some trash tv show. One that, save to say, he does not watch without her. “Alright, alright. Explain this to me again?” They sat on the couch, Ryan curled against his side, as a earlier season of a Bravo reality tv show classic starts up. “Okay. So that’s Nene. She doesn’t like Kandi this season. That’s Kandi. Oh. And she’s not cool with Kim again - Nene, I mean - but they’ll probably make up in a few episodes. And then there’s Sheree…” Tariq will damned if he’s clowned for even knowing this. Let alone watching it. 

Who kills the spiders: 

Tariq is the go-to killer of all things creepy crawly. There’s this one instance of Ryan being unpleasantly surprised by a spider crawling along the shower wall. While she was in there. Ass naked. “Why’d you leave the window open, Ryan?” Tariq asked, in between chuckles. His sides hurting from laughing so hard. He’d thought a burglar was in there with her, from the scream he’d heard. “I got it. I got it. It’s dead now. Don’t worry.” Tariq almost slipped and fell from the water splatter on the floor left behind when Ryan hauled ass out of the shower to get to safety. “No, we’re not moving! You should’ve turned on the damn fan.”

Who falls asleep first:

They take turns. Mostly due to their erratic schedules. A first year doctor and a late-night hip hop radio personality? Of course sleep is the last thing on their minds. 

Who is louder?

Sexually? Ryan. Non-sexually? It depends. When it comes to the World Cup. Or football - see soccer - in general, Tariq is an obnoxiously loud fan. Anything that lets him proudly wear Pakistan’s colors is a guarantee for him “show out” as Ryan would say. On the flip side, she’s the same way about things she enjoys. So it depends on the season for both. Tariq is definitely louder when it comes to shit talking. He keeps trying to give Ryan pointers but “Who’s gonna stitch you up if I’m shit talking with you?”

Who is more experimental?

Both. Tariq isn’t afraid of try new things. But depending on the subject, Ryan can be more hesitant. “What do you mean, out here? Tariq. Have you lost your mind?” “Noori. It’s our honeymoon.” My light. It’s one of Tariq’s new nickname for Ryan. He’s been using it since they’ve got engaged. It’s becoming a favorite of his. “You’re telling me that you don’t wanna feel me under the stars? C’mon, nobody’s here.” They discover that mirrors are a great compromise. 

Do they fuck or make love?

Both. For someone who doesn’t drink, alcohol definitely plays a part in this. Tariq can tell the night he’ll have, depending on the number of drinks Ryan has. Nowhere is she like Amy from Brooklyn Nine Nine. But he’s learned the higher the number of drinks, the more likely fucking will happen over making love. Drinks aside - emotions are the other factor. If they’re in a stalemate as both of them can, and will be, stubborn as hell  - Tariq knows that the first few rounds of makeup sex can hardly be called that. Maybe a few things end up getting damaged or even broken. But in the end, his marriage is in tact. Which is all that matters.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

Tariq has. Not that he planned on it. But, in his defense, it’d been a minute and he missed his wife. Obviously. Ryan was at work. Or well, he thought. The shower - yes the same one that Ryan had the classic run in with the spider - was supposed to be a safe place. But sleepy doctors do not like walking into their marital home hearing moans greeting them in the night. Especially from their husband. Without her. “So you gonna stand there or…?” Tariq shot Ryan a challenging eyebrow, stepping back in open invitation for her to join. So it was all good.  

Who comes first?

Ryan. It wasn’t for lack of not trying. It’s just that… well, she married a man that makes sure that she comes before him. Literally. Not that she’s complaining.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?

For a good, old born and raised in the church Southern Christian, Ryan is excellent at oral. Which was a top-notch surprise for Tariq when he finally learned this fact. However, Tariq certainly prefers to give as good as he gets. He has this smug quirk that he does in the days following. Tariq struts around their place shirtless afterwards, proudly displaying his supposed battle scars from his efforts. Despite saying otherwise, he knows Ryan loves it.

Who usually initiates things?

For the most part - Tariq. Ryan initiates calling Tariq out on his shit. Or when she needs her stubborn husband to gain an objective perspective. A busted lip and bruised knuckles on her husband is not what she expects to see when paged down to the ER from her rotation in the lab. “You can’t just fight everybody that says stupid shit.” “What?!” “You can’t. What if something happens to you? What am I supposed to do then? I didn’t marry you to become a fucking widow, Tariq.” With a heavy sigh and an apology on his bloody mouth, Tariq agrees to pick his battles next time. 

Who is more sensitive?

Ryan. Hands down. She has the emotional sensitivity on lock. Physically - “Stop that shit.” Tariq jerked, his body moving from Ryan’s reach instinctively. “Are you…” “Nah, what’re you doing? Get your hands-” The noise that left Tariq neared a pterodactyl screech. “You’re ticklish!” “No the fuck I’m not.” “Stop moving. Let me see.” She could barely get the words out, laughing around them. “Ryan get your fucking hands away from me.” “Oh my god, Mr. Big and Bad, is ticklish. I got your ass now.” “Ryan!”

Who has the most patience?

Both. In different ways. Tariq directs people to the near-saint like patience he says he used while “waiting on my wife to stop being another man’s fiancee.” To which, his voice may sound annoyed but the confident smirk Tariq wears while uttering it says something else. As a doctor, Ryan has patience in spades. It’s something that Tariq jokes about - still he likes that about her. She’s the calm to his ongoing storm. 

[maychorian]

:O omg, for the whump bingo, maybe B5 or O5 (whichever helps you get bingo faster, if you're going for that!) with lance? your writing is superb and I'm a HUGE fan.

Whump bingo! Prompts are closed. With this fill, I’ve made a bingo, but I’m still gonna keep writing prompts. I find it relaxing, which I need right now. Here’s the post. Here’s my progress.

I’m a fan of yours, too! I already wrote an O5, so here’s B5.

The days since they’d recovered from the final battle for Earth had been hectic. The instant the Voltron paladins were out of the hospital, it seemed like, they had a full schedule of meetings and press conferences and photo shoots and strategy sessions. Everyone wanted to know everything about them, where they’d been, what they’d done, what it was like to be them. After being rebels against an inter-galactic evil empire for so long, it was disconcerting to be suddenly catapulted into fame. Yeah, they’d had a glimpse of that with the Voltron Show, but none that had felt real. It had all been through personas, propaganda. This was their true selves, on their home planet, where their lives had already been picked apart by the media and the public in countless ways.It was amazing. It was horrible, too. Exhausting. No one liked it, except Lance. Or so they all assumed. He always soaked up the attention, after all, always glad for a spotlight. Loverboy Lance was alive again, smiling for the cameras and blowing kisses to everyone who glanced at him for a moment.Hunk had noticed something new about his friend, though. Since they had the okay from the doctors to relax their diets from the strict nutritional plans they’d been on while they recovered, Lance had picked up a habit of drinking coffee and energy drinks. Not just a few times, either. Pretty much all day long. Every time they had a break, even for a few minutes between events, Lance had a cup or a can in his hand.

Lance had never been a coffee fan before they went to space. As his roommate at the Garrison, Hunk had never seen Lance indulging in such things, even in stressful times like finals week or the ends of long projects when many students started haunting the cafeteria for their caffeine fixes. Even Hunk would chug a Coke, overly sweet and sickly as it was, when he was desperate for a hit of energy to finish an essay or an engineering project. But Lance never did.Hunk asked him why, once, and he just shrugged and smiled. “I have enough energy of my own.” Later, when they were better friends, he’d admitted to Hunk that caffeine didn’t mix well with his slight ADHD. Tended to make everything worse, more jittery.

So why was he so gungho on the stuff now? Had space really changed him that much? Lance had said once that the healing pods, or maybe something about the food in the Castle of Lions, seemed to regulate his ADHD enough that it didn’t bother him. But it couldn’t have cured it, could it have?Hunk wanted to ask, but they were always too busy. Too many people around, handlers and press agents and liaisons from the Garrison. He didn’t want to call Lance out in front of strangers, maybe embarrass him or hurt him.Finally, on the third night of their goodwill tour around Europe, Lance and Hunk were assigned to sleep in the same hotel room. It was a pretty comfortable room, even though most of the city was still in reconstruction from the battles. Nothing was too good for defenders of the universe. They went through their evening routine together, and Hunk was shocked to see that Lance was clutching an energy drink yet again. Right before bed.“What the hell?” he blurted before he thought better.Lance blinked and looked up at him, fingers unconsciously tightening around the can. “What?”Hunk nodded toward the drink. “That. Why are you drinking that? We’re about to go to bed.”Lance blinked again, very slowly. The bags under his eyes were sharply evident. “Umm…” He lifted his hand and stared at it as if he’d forgotten what he was holding. “This? I like it. That’s why I’m drinking it.”“But you’re not gonna be able to sleep.” Hunk moved a few steps closer and gently placed his hand around the can under Lance’s hand. He gave it a tug, not surprised when Lance’s grip didn’t loosen. “Come on, dude, put it down. You need to get your rest.”Lance stared at him blankly, then silently relinquished the can. Hunk turned away and dumped it down the sink, frowning at the neon yellow liquid as it splashed against the porcelain. He tossed the can in the trash.When he turned back, Lance was still staring. He seemed distant, almost numb, but Hunk saw the shake in his fingers. He frowned as his own weariness tugged on him like pressure in the back of his head, making him want to sway and collapse. But he couldn’t sleep yet. This needed to be dealt with first.He took Lance by the hand and led him out of the bathroom to the beds. They had two of them, double queens instead of a single king. It was nice, but Hunk kinda of thought that maybe Lance needed to have someone next to him tonight.He set him down, and Lance went where Hunk put him, pliable as a sleepy child. Hunk sat next to him and looked him in the face. He was careful to put on his most sympathetic and patient expression, though he kind of wanted to shake Lance by the shoulders until he told him what was wrong.“What’s going on, buddy?”Lance’s eyes fluttered, and seemed to focus on Hunk for the first time since he first took the can from him. Immediately that charm flashed out, the showman, a sideways smile, a glint in his eye. “Hey, I’m fine, man. Always. You know me.”Hunk wasn’t buying. “No. Telling me the truth. Why are trying to avoid sleeping?”As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was the truth. Lance was avoiding sleep, had been ever since they left the Garrison hospital. Maybe it had started as one-time thing, but it had escalated to the point that he needed caffeine to function.Lance acted offended, but Hunk knew it was an act. “Hey, I sleep. Of course I sleep. I’m not stupid.”Hunk refused to be distracted. “Well, how much are you sleeping, then?”Lance looked away. “Enough.”“Even with all the energy drinks?”Lance shrugged. Hunk knew he was getting close. He scooted a little closer on the bed.His voice lowered. “Are you having bad dreams?”Lance sighed. His head dropped. “The first night,” he muttered.“The first night you decided not to sleep?”Lance nodded, then raised his head and looked him in the face. The bags under his eyes seemed to have gotten even deeper in the last few minutes. “Did you know I almost died?”Hunk winced. “We all almost died.”Lance shook his head. “Before that. We never really got a chance to talk about everything that happened, but… When I was trying to call Red. I thought he wasn’t gonna come. And Veronica and I got attacked, and the jeep flipped over, and I got thrown out into the desert, and I thought she was dead, and the Galra fighter was coming, and Red wasn’t there…”“Oh, buddy.” Hunk couldn’t be still any longer. He leaned forward and threw his arms around Lance in a big hug.Lance sagged into him. He seemed relieved, like he’d been wanting this but was afraid to ask. Hunk’s heart ached.“It’s stupid,” Lance muttered. “We’ve all had close calls. I fought. I really did. But in the end I closed my eyes, waiting for the blast to hit me, and all I could think was that it was my fault. It was my fault Veronica was dead, it was my fault I was about to die, because my bond with Red wasn’t strong enough for me to call him.”“But you did call him,” Hunk said fiercely. “You did. He came.”“Yeah.” Lance chuckled. It was not a happy sound. “Last-minute save. Kind of Red’s thing. I sure it would have been really cool and dramatic if I’d seen it in a movie or something. But in real life, it was awful and terrifying and I never want to go through something like that again.”Hunk wanted to say, “I keep telling you guys that adventures aren’t fun.” He said nothing, just held him tighter.Lance let his head loll on Hunk’s shoulder. “So yeah. I had a nightmare. It wasn’t really…clear. Not like a flashback or anything. Just some scattered images and really strong emotions. But you know how sometimes after a dream that’s really strong, you wake up and you still feel that feeling, and you can’t make it go away even though it doesn’t make sense and there���s nothing to be scared of?”Hunk nodded. Of course he knew. “And I didn’t want to go back to sleep, and it was kind of morning anyway, so I got some coffee. And then I just kept doing it, and now it’s kind of a bad habit, I know that, but I… I don’t want to have that dream again, Hunk. I don’t want to feel that kind of guilt and despair ever again.”Hunk’s chest hurt. He didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t tell Lance that he would never have that dream again. He couldn’t reach inside his mind and pull those images out. He couldn’t even convince Lance that he was amazing and awesome and had nothing to feel insecure about–he had tried in the past, and it never seemed to get through. Lance’s feelings about himself were just too strong, built up over too many years. Hunk had thought he’d been getting better lately. He’d seemed more confident, more assured of his place on the team. Hunk was saddened, but not surprised, to learn that it wasn’t all resolved, after all.“This is a problem,” he said gently to the mop of hair resting on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this.”Lance nodded wearily. “I know. It was a temporary fix. I always knew it was nothing more than a temporary fix. I’m kind of relieved you stopped me, actually.”Hunk swallowed. “I’m glad I did. What else can I do? Do you have any ideas?”Lance shook his head slowly. “Sorry, I… My brain is kaput right now.”Hunk hummed and gently shoved Lance back so he could see his face. Lance stared at him, slumping on the bed. His hands were still shaking.“We’ll think about it,” Hunk said more confidently than he felt. “You and I, we’re gonna think about it, and we’re gonna come up with ideas, and we’re gonna figure out how to deal with it. Maybe not tonight, though. We need to get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll take this to the team. They need to know what’s going on, too.”Lance shifted uncomfortably, a flush rising in his cheeks, but he nodded. Hunk rubbed his shoulder, up and down. “For tonight… Are you gonna be able to sleep at all? How much caffeine did you drink today?”Lance shrugged.Hunk climbed to his feet and offered a hand. Lance took it and let Hunk pull him to his feet, though his eyebrows rose in question.Hunk put his arm around his shoulders and led him toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. We can look at all the construction sites in the area, all the big equipment and piles of supplies and buildings covered with tarps. The cool air will clear our heads, and hopefully the exercise will tire you out. Then, when we get back here…”Lance looked at him hopefully, like he expected Hunk to have all the answers now. Hunk gave him a smile, sympathetic and a little sad. He didn’t have an answer, not really. All he could offer was his presence.“You won’t be alone. If the nightmare comes again, that will suck, but you won’t be alone. I’m gonna be here. It’s a start, right?”Lance smiled, soft and easy. “Yeah.” His voice was breathless, but somehow pleased. “Thanks, Hunk. You… You’re a lifesaver.”“That’s my job.”And it always would be.

[aquasworldismusicsworld]

Kise X Reader: My Crazy Blonde Man😇💛

"BAAAABE DID YOU SEE ME ON THE COOOUUURRRTTTT?!?!?!!!!! I WAS SO GOOOOOD I BEAT EVERYONE SO GOOD!!!!!!!"

That voice. That ear-piercing screech...Kise. Of course after he won a game, he just had to show off especially to you.

"Yes I did Kise," you smiled gently at him. "You really kicked butt out there!"

"Pffft of course I did!" he winked, grabbing your hand with his. "I am the best after all!"

Pretty soon, a blush formed on your cheeks. Even though he was your boyfriend, moments like these always seemed to fluster you. I mean he is Kise...a model...basketball player...and a hot guy. In fact, you realized how interesting your relationship was. He was super popular with girls and you were not popular at all actually. You were actually surprised he noticed you, after continuously dropping hints. As airheaded as he seems...he did catch on and it turned into something beautiful.

"Baaaabe!!! Hellllooo?!?! Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?! Your face is red! OH MY GOSH YOU MUST BE SICK! WE NEED A DOCTOR!" he panicked, jumping up and down frantically.

"MY HONEY NEEDS CARE! HELP! HELP!"

"KISE! Calm down I'm fine!" you reassured, covering his mouth with your hand. "I just thought of something that's all."

"Was it meeeee?" he sang while dancing around you. "I bet it was because you don't blush like this except when your with me!"

"S-shut up!" you covered your face. "Your too much."

"Awww but I'm a good 'too much'!" he pouted. "That's why you love me don't you?"

"I love your everything Kise," you blushed. "You mean the world to me."

"AWWWW!!! WAAAAHHHH!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL, PRECIOUS QUEEN, BABY, HONEY, BABE, BAE, WORLD, AND EVERYTHING LOVES ME!!!!! SEE THAT GUYS EVERYWHERE?! I CALL DIBS AND I'LL KICK ANYONE'S ASS WHO DARES TO TAKE HER FROM ME!!!!" he shouted aloud, waving his arms around dramatically.

'Why is he like this,' you sweat dropped at your boyfriend's actions. You still loved him anyway.

"Ah that's right baby," you smiled, gripping his hand tighter. "I love you so much."

"I love you too!" he grinned, kissing the tip of your nose.

The streets were dark, but luckily the street lights provided enough light for you two to see. There were other people around, mostly in the shops.

"WAAAHHH! WHAT'S THAT?!" he yelled. "SO PRETTY!!!!"

"What is it?" you asked, curious about what he was talking about.

"Wait right here!" he said as he sat you down on a bench. "It's a surprise so I'll be RIGHT back!"

Before you could protest, he was already in the store.

"What's he getting?" you asked aloud.

"Not enough of you I see," a deep voice chuckled.

You looked around, frightened by the sudden words. It was dark so the outline of three men were present.

"Hey she's pretty!" one of them snickered. "Maybe she wants a tough guy like me."

"Naw man! She wants to have some of me!"

"Shut up you two!" the leader grunted. "Let me handle this."

They all came into the light and you recognized them from your class. Always causing trouble and flirting with the girls. The first one was generally handsome with strong features and build, but you had Kise.

"Just leave me alone," you managed to get out.

"Not a chance," the first one smirked, grabbing you and shoving you into a dark alley. "We're not finished with you."

"KISE! KI---" you screamed but one of his friends clamped a hand over your mouth, while the other held your hands behind your back.

"I.said.I'm.not.finished," the leader gritted his teeth, stepping towards you. "I've always had my eyes on you but that bastard took you first. I could've had you but you always loved that dumb blonde. Just cuz he's a model, basketball player, and popular. Tch. You have crappy taste. Buut I can make up for it." He took another step towards you, pushing his friends hand out of the way and grabbing your chin.

"Your sexy," he licked his lips. "I want you all to myself."

His friends chuckled in response, while you whimpered, praying for a miracle to happen. 'Kise where are you?!'

His lips almost touched yours, when he slammed back into the wall, letting out a groan.

"She's MY sexy woman, you bastards!" Kise gritted his teeth, as he held his fist in the air.

The leader staggered up and dashed towards him, but Kise saw this and Shoryuken---//I need to stop//---punched him in the chin. Blood sprayed from the man's mouth, sending chills down the other men's spines.

"We gotta go!" they both screamed in unison.

"Where do you think YOU two are going?" Kise glared with his signature serious look.

"Uh...," the men shook in fear. "Nowhere---"

Soon the two were in the air, as Kise held them by the back of their shirts.

"YOU belong in the trash," he said in a threatening voice as he dropped one of the men in a trash can. "There!"

Pretty soon he looked at the other man and gave him a piercing look. His eyes shone bright yellow, giving off a threatening aura. The man prayed for forgiveness but Kise was NOT having it.

The blonde slammed the man into the wall, and punched him dead in the face. Blood trickled down the man's nose and forehead. Kise was not finished, as be repeatedly punched the man in the face, relishing every moment of it. You were so shaked up by what happened, that you didn't notice what was happening.

"KISE!" you yelled at him, seeing his actions.

"BUT HONEY THIS MAN DESERVES TO DIE!!! NO ONE DARES TO TOUCH MY SWEET AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!" he screeched.

"Kise you don't want to go to jail though," you reminded him.

He remembered this and slowly let go of the man's collar, dropping him to the floor.

"Beat it you bastard, before I kill you," he said dead serious. "Go."

"O-okay!" the man spattered while running away.

"BABY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT YOU!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!! WAHHHH!!! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SO SORRY!!!!! I'M SUCH A HORRIBLE BOYFRIEND LEAVING HIS GIRLFRIEND OUTSIDE WHERE SOME RUFFIANS GOT HER!!!" he cried while hugging you in a TIGHT embrace.

"It's okay Kise," you coughed out. "I wasn't harmed TOO bad. And...you can let go of me now...losing oxygen."

"NEVER LEAVE ME!!!! I'M NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO!!! NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!!! NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!!!!!---"

"Kise that song is so old," you covered his mouth. "And I said I'm FINE. Okay? So don't worry."

"Alright," he sighed. "I got you something though!"

"What is it?"

"THIS!"

He took out a small box adorned with jewels. Inside were two rings with half of a heart on each one.

"These are halves of a promise ring. I promise to love you forever and always. Your the only girl I want to be with and I cherish our time together. Your mine and no one else's. No other girl compares to you and can take your place. No gift, object, or words can express my LOVE FOR YOU!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! PLEASE ME MINE ONLY!!!! BABY I LOVE CHUUUUU!!!!! BOO BOOOOOOO!!!!" he started to cry and wail.

"Awwww Kise! I love you so much!" you started to cry because those words touched you. Even though he was overdramatic...he always knew what to say. He really was your world and you never want to leave his side.

His finger wiped away your tear, as he lifted your chin up to his. Half-lidded eyes stared into yours, as his lips touched yours. A passionate, soft kiss sent chills down your spine because this one was different from the others. You kissed back and relished the moment. This lasted for minutes, until you two gasped for air.

"Your a great kisser," he winked, holding your hand and swinging it. "Let's go home."

"Alright babe," you winked at him.

A blush formed on his face as he grinned widely at you. The long walk home would be interesting.

NOTE: I DEDICATE THIS TO @lilryoutacchi BECAUSE SHE'S SUCH A SWEET PERSON AND I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE HER ONE OF THESE!!!😁😁😁 So...the title SUCKS first of all omfg😑😑😑. I've never written a fan fiction for a KNB character EVER before actually 😅😅😅. Actually...never actually written a PUBLIC fan fiction/self-insert before😌😌😌. It really sucks a bit and is SO corny😰😰😰. I just remembered a lot of KNB fan fiction I've read (I need to read some actually and catch up on ma fan fiction schedule 😶😶😶) and got ideas from those😂. So I HOPE AND PRAY SHE LIKES THIS!😭😭😭 I'm already embarrassed of what the heck my brain conjured up with this😂😂😂. But here it is😅😅😅

[cyanwings]

i'm sorry you aren't feeling good, my bean! 33, 20, 18, 2, and 1

@jimmy-valmer

It’s okay! I mean, it sucks big time cause I feel like a truck ran over me from the body aches but I’ve handled worse. I’m a WARRIOR!!!

ON TO THE MIGHTY MEMESS~!!!

ANIME QUESTIONS MEME - Accepting!

1. best anime you’ve watched

So for the record, I’m excluding “Avatar: The Last Airbender” & (2003) “Teen Titans” shows cause people consider them animes when they’re only anime influenced so they’re out. But, this is SO hard! It’s like picking my children, it just feels impossible to do! Though, if I HAD to pick just one, it would have to be…… ( 2003) Kino’s Journey!

Why? Well, let’s ride right into the world of “Kino’s Journey” or in it’s original title “Kino no Tabi.”

“ The world is not beautiful, there fore it is.”

Let’s start with the story, which tells of the journey of a traveler named Kino and their motorcycle, Hermes, while they visit a long range of countries as they meet different people along the way. The actual fact is: there isn’t one solid story but 12 short stories that link together not by episode order but by events. And yet the fact that each one of this stories manages to give a deeper meaning than the whole plots from many animes amazes me till no end! Kino finds herself in the midst of these societies - some of which have downright appalling practices. Each episode approaches a theme of society, like censoring, violence, communication problems, right or wrong, the ability some people have to bite the hand that just feds them, and so on. And every time I watch each one, I found myself enjoying this series more than I should have.  

As Kino travels throughout the world and becomes acquainted with the people who inhabit it, it becomes clear that each of her encounters is essentially a separate journey into the labyrinth that is the human psyche to explore one of the many elements that make it up. The issues touched upon in the series ranges from the tendencies of humans to blindly believe in prophecies to the consequences of not having a self-conscious.

There is a wide range of characters as expected from an anime that tells about travels all over the world. While some of them are forgettable, some of them also stay in your mind. Although it is clear that neither Kino nor Hermes is the main focus of the series, together they play an essential role in its series. 

In terms of being a likeable character, Kino has become my favorite anime character ever! They inspire me in so many ways and I’m always glued to the screen every time their role comes into play. Although they appear apathetic at first, they’re a caring and understanding person. Kino travels through different countries to experience their customs and understand the citizens, but they never stay longer than three days, as they’re afraid of settling down, and would decrease of being a traveler. They’re also intelligent, skillful, extremely wise for someone so young and still as unpredictable as a teen could be. Though not fond of killing, they will do so if necessary without feeling remorse. Especially, towards those who attack them or the innocent. Kino has truly become one of the most unique characters I’ve ever seen.

Hermes, Kino’s talking motorcycle, acts as the perfect companion to his owner. Not only are his conversations with Kino very enjoyable to listen to due to the his humour, the series also allows for further exploration on his character. I won’t lie that I found it odd that we were suppose to just roll with the fact that he speaks but as the show grows over time, you do learn to accept it and that’s not the most unusual thing you’ll be seeing in the series either. He’s also the closest thing that Kino has to a friend and it just makes their relationship heartwarming a lot of the time. In addition, considering the theme of the series is the nature of humanity, his presence as a non-human makes their discussions even more interesting. You have no idea if he’s truly real or just in Kino’s head. But, whatever the case may be, he’s a fun character to journey with!

The dub is honestly one of the best that I’ve heard and I’m usually REALLY picky when it comes to English audio in anime. It was done at A.D.V films, which are the people responsible for other great dubs like “Princess Tutu”, and they do an AMAZING job!

Kelli Collins voicing Kino was the highlight of the entire dub! Her acting glues you into her role to her character and you’re just amazed of how well she fits the Kino. Especially, giving the young traveler a sense of maturity to such a young teen. It’s a shame she hasn’t been active since then and didn’t return for the reboot of the series. ( Even though it was a disaster so maybe it was for the best. ) Kino’s voice actress succeeds as the perfect person to voice such a outstanding character and how she brings her to life. I honestly can’t even picture anyone else to play the role but her. Hermes on the other hand is a hit or miss with viewers. Cynthia Martinez voicing Hermes comes off with a cartoonish boyish voice who I could definitely see annoying it’s viewers.  But to me? It honestly works! The way Hermes asks certain questions and their responses makes sense that they act childish or ask very out-looking questions of the situations at hand. Not not say he’s immature. He’s actually the voice of reason but, Cynthia shows great promise with the role. And you’ll see why once you go into this series head on.

Overall this series holds a special place in my heart. It doesn’t have that nasty fan service or anything too over the top like a Shōnen show but, it helped me get a better understanding on how humanity works and even thinks at times. In life, we don’t know which path to take but that’s the journey of it. You just get up and travel to find out what’s up ahead for you. To see the world for what it is with all it’s good and bad parts. Kino searches for life’s answers, life’s questions, and the interpretations connected to them. Destination is a state of mind; Drift along for the ride~!

2. worst anime you’ve watched

Oh gawd, this is just torture! Just when I think I can finally be rid of trash like this I have to go back and look in the bin again lmao

Let’s see…. I think I would have to say…. “ Master of Martial Hearts.” Why didn’t I say the famous “School Days?” I could but I wanted to do a different hate this time since this one made me beyond pissed off! “School Days” at least had the main lead get what’s coming to him cause we all know the douche bad deserved what was coming to him so I was fine with the insane out come. But this? HELL NO!

I found this series out by amazing reviewer, JesuOtaku, back when Youtube was starting to get popular and I always agreed with her reviews. I’m SO glad I saw her review first before stumbling upon this nasty series. First, we got under aged girls, and women in general, getting their clothes completely ripped apart as they fight one another cause why not? Screw plot! And it’s just an endless scenes of just wtf??!! I didn’t watch the series but I saw enough of it through her long review. AND…what pissed me off the most is the ending. Dear gawd! THE ENDING! This series only has 5 episodes but once you check out the last one? It deserves two middle fingers straight at it cause F*CK THIS SERIES!! No seriously, don’t even check it cause it’s just horrible. Just awful!! It’s just the worst anime to me and always will be!

    18. favorite villain

This is gonna sound strange but I instantly KNEW who my favorite villain was gonna be and I couldn’t be more ready! When there’s a great hero there’s also a great villain. Out of the horrible characters did I choose? Johan from (2004) “Monster.”

“ There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live? ”

–Johan

The story focuses on Kenzo Tenma, a young Japanese doctor working at the Eisler Memorial Hospital during in Germany the 80′s. He is a very skilled highly brain surgeon. However, Tenma grows increasingly dissatisfied with the political bias of the hospital for treating it’s patients, and seizes his chance to change things after a strange massacre brings the twins Johan and Anna Liebert into his hospital.

Johan has a gunshot wound to the head and Anna keeps muttering about killing. Tenma decides to operate on Johan instead of a politician who arrived afterwards. Johan is saved, but the politician dies. After this Tenma loses his social standing, lost his promotion, basically everything, and not soon after that the twins escape. The top heads of the hospital are found dead the same night the twins escape. Tenma is then promoted to chef of surgeon.

After that the story advances to nine years later. A known criminal is found on the street, hit by a car. He comes under the care of Dr. Tenma, who observes him muttering about a “Monster.” Tenma extends his kindness to that criminal, and thus the criminal begins to open up to his doctor.

Following his trail to the construction site of a half finished building near the hospital, Tenma finds the man. The man, who has developed a sort of doctor-patient friendship with Dr. Tenma, warns him against coming closer, and pleads with him to run away. Tenma refuses, however, and the identity of the man holding the gun pointed at the criminal in the abandoned parking garage is revealed to be the boy whose life Tenma had saved nine years ago - Johan Liebert. Johan shoots the criminal, tells Tenma that he could never kill the man who had saved his life, and then walks off into the night while Tenma is still too shocked to stop him. I’m not gonna spoil anymore to the plot cause it’ll ruin the experience but WOW! What a series!

On the surface, Johan is a well-mannered, charismatic and compassionate young man. He possesses a favorable of traits and can easily overwhelm individuals with his seemingly flawless nature, as others describes him as being not of this world. This makes it easy for him to make new allies and manipulate them into doing various deeds for him. With such skill in creating this facade of perfection and pureness, Johan can hide his true motives with ease.

Johan delivers destruction and suffering to those who happen to fall prey to his schemes. Johan exhibits psychopathic tendencies. For example, most of his murders, both in childhood and adulthood, have been premeditated and calculated.

Johan often shows a complete disregard for life by pointing to his forehead, inviting Dr. Tenma to shoot him.

He also has a tendency to make his victims experience the worst possible loss and suffering rather than actually killing them himself;

Everyone NEEDS to check out “ Monster ” cause it does not disappoint! Even just check out just for it’s villain and the amazing english dub! Trust me, it’ll be one incredible wild ride!

  20. favorite costume/character design:

My girl, Mina Ashido from “My Hero Academia” / “Boku no Hero Academia”!

“The old you’s not going anywhere with that emo look on your face! If you overcome that gloomy self of yours… let me know. Or else I’ll start spreading rumors about high school debut man.”

—

Mina Ashido

    33. most underrated anime in your opinion

Since I already talked about “ Kino’s Journey” & “ Monster”, I’ll decide another great underrated anime people need to see and that’s “ Princess Tutu.”

“ May those who follow their fate be granted happiness; may those who defy it be granted glory.“ - Miss Edel

In a fairy tale come to life, the clumsy, out-going, and gentle Ahiru (“Duck” in the English Dub) seems like an unlikely protagonist. In reality, Ahiru is just as magical as the talking cats and crocodiles that inhabit her town—for Ahiru really is a duck! Transformed by the mysterious Drosselmeyer into a human girl, Ahiru soon learns the reason for her existence. Using her magical egg-shaped pendant, Ahiru can transform into Princess Tutu—a beautiful and talented ballet dancer whose dances relieve people of the turmoil in their hearts. With her newfound ability, Ahiru accepts the challenge of collecting the lost shards of her prince’s heart, for long ago he had shattered it in order to seal an evil raven away for all eternity.

Princess Tutu is a tale of heroes and their struggle against fate. Their beliefs, their feelings, and ultimately their actions will determine whether this fairy tale can reach its "happily ever after.”

The title may seem off putting to a lot since it sounds like some girly anime but don’t judge a book by it’s cover~! This series has so much going for it and it’s honestly just outstanding! It may be predictable at the beginning ( Had the same trouble with the first season of “Avatar: The Last Airbender” ) but, it becomes something you just never expected; A complex and tragedy story.

You honestly feel for every single one of these characters once their parts are given into play. And the fact that they use real classical music that compliments the dance scenes so well done. You feel the dramatic effect once our main leads come into the spotlight. The intense just rises from the music and for the dubbing too. I said back in my “Kino’s Journey” part of the ask that this was dubbed by A.D.V. Films and it’s one of my favorites ever! It’s not just one or two actors that shine, every single person portrays their characters with flying colors. I was just amazed of how incredibly well done they did!

I could go on and on about the characters but they’re all such a surprise that I rather not spoil it. This is genuinely a heartwarming show to experience for yourself. Classical music, beautifully choreographed dances, and memorable characters make for an experience worth having in all of Princess Tutu’s world. A modern fairy tale for the ages.

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Prompt:

As the gang all seems to be having something interesting going on, Sonic is at a loss.

Bored, and laying with his body spread out on the beach, he continues to sigh…

His sighing gets louder…

Finally the whole village and even Eggman can hear his sighs.

Growing upset that Sonic’s obnoxious sighs are literally drowning out his ‘nappy time’ Eggman throws the covers off his sheets and tries to watch a sitcom. Laughing, he suddenly growls in annoyance and shoots straight up from his couch in his pink jumper-pajamas.

“That’s it! That annoying blue hedgehog had sighed his last goodbye!” He clenched his fist and started putting on a jacket, then shoes, “After all. Today’s suppose to be my time of rest! I mean really. I’m suppose to be mad at this ingrate; buffoon for an entire 11 minutes each week- and they expect me to put my clothes on.” He looks to the camera, as if so done with his existence.

Fully clothed, and walking along the beach, Eggman with Cubot and Orbot behind him walks head first, hands behind his back, glaring to Sonic.

“Is there something the matter..? Sonic?” Eggman tries to hold himself together, but he’s clearly enraged at Sonic.

“Might as well be civil and actually ‘ask’ you what’s wrong. And for once, it can’t possibly be me this time!” Eggman shrugs his arms up, happy about that before remembering he has no idea why Sonic’s so forlorn.

“So why the long face? Trying to match your nose? HAHAAHAH!!” Eggman slapped his knee and leaned his head back, clutching his bald-forehead and snickering as he says, “That was so good. Oh boy!”

Sonic turns his head towards him… slowly… and as if all life has been drained from him, making him weak.

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHH~

He rolled his head over to the other side, letting his sigh carry as Eggman’s mustache twitched, his body tensed, and then leaped forward to try and strangle the hedgehog.

Cubot and Orbot held him back, pulling on his trail as the doctor’s fingers twitched for Sonic’s cold, lifeless body to be in it’s arms about now…

“I swear! They should hold you in contempt!”

“He really is being rather disagreeable though. Don’t you think, Cubot?” Orbot struggled to keep the Doctor from killing their lead protagonist out of sheer annoyance, but Cubot noticed something redish-pink laying on the ground near Sonic…

“Hey, isn’t that Amy’s headband?”

“WHAT?! NO!” Sonic suddenly jumped in spot, bouncing almost as his upper torso reached forward and grabbed the headband, holding it close and turning it away from the crowd.

“I-I-it just fell. And I noticed it fell. And I wanted to give it back to her. B-bu-but she’s busy! So I went to hang with Tails for a while. Who was also busy. T-th-then-then STICKS WAS BUSY! Like, whaaa?? Since when!? And Knuckles is pretending he has an aristocratic job he has to get to when really, he’s just making sandcastles over there….” Sonic grumbled, talking quickly as was his specialty before gesturing to Knuckles, a ways down the beach…

Putting a pink shell on the castle, matching it with a purple shell, he very ‘particularly’ lifted up his pinkie finger. “Ah, yes. That’s the correct location for a lilac orchard, seasoned, shell to reside! I’ll take my 20 shillings now!” he pretended to open his hand for reward, as he snickered putting green seaweed in his hand. “Hehehe~ Suckers! I totally just placed a lame shell on the sand! They don’t even know it’s not a real castle!” he gestured to his creation as Sonic shook his head, and Eggman put his hands to his hips.

“Someone needs to write him a better pastime…”

Sonic sighed and turned his body, his hand… strangely still gripping Amy’s headband.

Orbot rubbed his metallic chin and pulled Eggman’s attire to tug him down, whispering in his ear.

“I think he’s trying to distract himself from actually addressing Amy. I mean, since when has she ever been ‘too busy’ for Sonic?” He waved his shrugged hands out to prove a point, as Eggman also rubbed his chin… thinking…

“I don’t know.” his shoulders bounced, as if he didn’t care. “Maybe she’s found a NEW GUY.” he suddenly shouted out, as Sonic twitched and scrambled in the sand.

“WHA-WHAT? New guy? What new guy-I-I-I don’t even think there’s BEEN a new guy!? We’re on a tiny island with limited people that don’t do much. What could a new guy possibly contribute?!”

His odd spazz made Eggman smile, “Ahhh…” he winked to Orbot and then leaned up, pointing directly to Cubot.

“Cubot! I order you to steal Amy’s headband! Stat!” he rounded his hand to crook it and have it across his chest. Leaning down, he winked slyly to Cubot, who didn’t seem to get it.

“But why? Sonic’ll trash me if I even try to-”

Eggman growled, shaking his head before kicking Cubot after it, smirking as he saw Cubot rush over and grip it.

“I’ll be taking that!”

“What? Hey, let it go!”

“W-woah! Strong grip.. Ah!”

Sonic and him played a moment of tug-o-war as they fought over the headband, before Sonic kicked Cubot off after a moment of wrestling.

“Hey! This headband isn’t going anywhere but BACK on Amy’s head!” Sonic gruffed, getting up and huffing with puffs before he noticed the headband now had a tear in it.

“AH!” throwing his free hand to his head, he shifted on his feet, “What do I do? What do I do? What do I do!?”

“Calm down, old- best buddy- friend of mine- 5ever and above~” Eggman waltz over and put his hands on the panicky Sonic’s shoulders.. before flexing his hand out and looking away as if he knew something the blue hero didn’t know…

“I have a WONDERFUL uhh… tailor friend! Yes! Who would love to take a look at that and fix it up, tip-top shape. Haha..” he was clearly lying through his teeth.

“A tailor..? Hmm… Nah, maybe I should just tell Amy what happened.” Sonic looked over the headband.

“But… maybe she’ll despise you for ruining it?” Eggman leaned down, before seeing’s Sonic’s eyes widened.

“N-no. She wouldn’t do that. She’d believe me.”

“Oh, yeeeesss~ Believe that you were pulling some cruel joke on her by taking her headband and ‘accidentally’ ruining her favorite girlish accessory in the process~”

Eggman chimed out, rubbing his shoulders as Sonic suddenly looked more confused, shaking his head.

“Oh no, you’re right! She won’t believe me!”

“That’s exactly why you should come with me!” Eggman looped a firm grip on Sonic’s wrist and pulled him off towards his lair.

Orbot, disguised as a … womanly tailor… “Why a woman though? My model is clearly more fix for a man’s physique.” “Eggman says it’s in the script!” Cubot shrugged. “Ugh…” Orbot threw his upper body down with hanging arms… hovering out to greet Eggman and Sonic.

According to plan, they put a chip and ‘mind-controlling’ sync inside the headband, and patched it up.

“WHOHOHHO!” Eggman laughed as Sonic waited in the other room, making weird motions with his hands as if dancing or playing around in boredom at being patient.

“Lookie here! With this! She’ll be under my power and taking down Sonic in no time! And the best part? He can’t hurt someone he cares about! hahaahha!”

“How do you know he cares about her?” Cubot intervened. “Maybe he just has a taste for fashion wear?”

Orbot shook his head, and turned to Eggman, “This should do it.” he sowed it up and Eggman brought the repaired headband to Sonic, stitches and everything…

“Woah! Umm.. I guess it will have to do.” Sonic took it, “Thanks Eggman! You know, ever since you vacationed on this island, you’ve been really improving your tune.” he thumbs-up’d him.

Eggman, suddenly growing self-conscientious, shifted his eyes and sweated, not used to praise from Sonic.

“You’re a swell dude!” Sonic patted his back and was out of there real fast! As Eggman’s glasses lit up and he giggled like a school boy.

“Sonic thinks I’m… swell…” he started fantasizing about them being actual bros, and Sonic complimenting him time and time again-

Fishing, “You’re a swell dude, Egghead!” Eggman pushed his knees together as he hung off the side of a dock, blushing slightly in glee.

“You’re a swell dude, Eggman!” Now they were bungie-jumping together, bouncing up and laughing.

“You’re a swell dude, Eggface!” “I am, aren’t I?” They were now both relaxing with the twins massaging their backs.

“Swell dude!” “Swell guy!” “Swell!” “Sweeeeeellll~” “So swell!” “All the swell!” “Eggman’s SWEEEELLLL~”

“DOCTOR EGGMAN!”

Suddenly, Eggman snapped out of it.

“W-wha-wha-what, huh?” He looked down, seeing the controls, and taking them slowly.. almost softly, as if sorrow was creeping into his heart, within his hands…

Peering down at it… he tuned out Orbot… telling him that Amy was standing outside her house, desperately searching for her headband, which was why she told Sonic she was busy.

Presenting it back to her on the big screen’s in Eggman’s lair, Sonic stuck a toe up and leaned back, rubbing the back of his head with a nervous smile, as Amy was happy to find it; but… seemed confused on the repairs.

“She’s taking the bait! Now’s your chance!” Orbot urged, helping the Doctor to scoot closer to the monitor, still holding the controls to Amy’s headband.

“….No.” Eggman put the device down.

“Huh?” 

“But Doctor-!” Cubot reached up but Eggman shook his head.

“I can’t! I won’t do it!” He slammed his hands into the control panel. “Sonic holds me in high regards now! You know how hard that is to come by? A little appreciation now and again from your mortal enemy? It’s hard stuff!”

On the screen, Amy giggled and shrugged off the poor repair job. “Aw, that’s alright. I’m just so glad you found it!”

“Oh yeah. I had to tussle with ol’Eggface to get it. Haha! He’s a terrible kleptomaniac when it comes down to it.”

Eggman’s face scrunched up into bitter anger.

He picked up the controller, his fingers firing off command codes onto it.

“He’s going down SO. HARD. Right now!” he clicked the button once she placed the headband on, and suddenly her body freaked out and the screen was now a fighter’s game data chart.

“Kick, kick left! No, right!” Cubot started backstreet driving, clinging on Eggman’s right shoulder as Orbot leaped in too.

“No, no! Go for the combo upper-cut! She’s good at the hammer throw dodge-bait!”

“WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT!?” Eggman growled, as Sonic tried to dodge the attacks.

“What’s happening!?” Amy shouted out, her arms throwing her hammer around without her control. “I can’t stop it!”

“Huh? Hmm..” Sonic narrowed his eyes, “Eggman must have done something to the headband!” He jumped and curled, knocking into her hand taking the headband off.

Above her, he seemed a little frazzled, but she calmed down and looked up, also turning red on her muzzle…

The two leaped away, awkwardly laughing and commentating on what just happened..

“Haha… you spinned into my head and um… haha…”

“Y-yeah.. and got the headband but you fell over… and um… haha…”

“Haha… good times.” Amy took the headband and removed the stitches, pulling the chip out. “I could always sow it back up again…”

“…I could… um…” Sonic stepped forward, being a bit shy. “…I have some extra bucks? Wants to buy a new one?”

“Oh you would!?” Amy lifted a leg up behind her. “AHH~ Shopping spree!”

“W-wait, I didn’t say I was rich-! AHH!” he got roped along behind her as she whisked him off to the village.

“Great.” Eggman leaned back in his chair, sitting down. “Not only do I suck at combo reactions, but I also just got him a free date.” he threw the remote and rubbed his face, sulking it down.

“I hate that blue hedgehog… all this stress is furthering my wrinkles…”

“Oh, but look on the bright side!” Orbot brought out a hot drink for him and set it down in his hand. “At least now you can sleep without Sonic sighing all the-”

SIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH~

Eggman leaped up from his seat, “WHAT NOW?! it hasn’t even been five min-!” he shifted his spybot and saw Amy was the one sighing now, seeming bored with all the choices Sonic was picking.

“No, no. The green one. See? Matches my eyes~” she batted them and he looked frustrated, “THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”

“Are you AND Knuckles colorblind?”

“Is that why the purple shell looked orange?”

She sighed again, and in the distance, the two could hear Eggman flipping a lid and shouting to the blue heavens his utter and complete rage quit.

The two took a picture of Amy’s new headband, and Amy hash-tagged it, “SO calling this a date!”