#he's got a few complexes tee hee

[meistoshi]

listen he's not a fan of interviews!!! he does pokemon logic!!!!! if you wanna understand him just battle him!!!!!! everything'll make sense then. someone will be like: elaborate on that, & satoshi will look them in the eye & go ''no. i dont think i will :)''

[vulpixisananimal]

"So. . ."

(You were lying down on a couch. You were doing woodcarving; it was theraputic. Mirabelle had just come over from cleaning up and sat at the other end of the couch.)

"Hello Mirabelle, got any questions for your friendly star~"

(She tittered at that.) "Hehe, maybe a few. Even if it, might not matter much."

"Talking is still nice, ask away."

"Well. . ." (She thought for a second.) "Well are you, doing ok?"

"???" (That took you by surprise. You were expecting something about how the loops worked, or where they came from.) ". . . I'm, well I'm doing great! We've only been doing this for a few loops and that's practicaly No time at all~"

"W-well, I suppose, but I meant more in general."

(You paused carving.) "Hmm?"

"Well, Siffrin said you showed up soon after we beat the King. And, well, I was wondering, has it been alright? I-I mean, sharing a body with Sif and all. A-and like, since we didn't know you were around did we do something that made you-"

"Oh hush Mirabelle." (You twirl your dagger casually.) "It was a lovely time in Bambouche, really! The beach was just so nice, it was a good way to meet Nille too! No need to explain the whole being a star thing~"

"I guess so. . ."

"I will say, as much as I like Stardust," (You lower your tone to a dramatic one.) "Sharing a head with them is agony sometimes."

(She giggles again.) "Is it really that hard? Or. ."

"It's complicated. So, so complicated." (You thougt for a moment.) "Talking to eachother is like. . . Almost like someone else is having thoughts in your own head. And you have thoughts back. It can be hard to tell whos thoughts are whos, but you can 'talk' very fast."

"Because you're just thinking to eachother?"

"In a way~" (You tap your chin with your knife.) "It's hard to explain, but I might to better a better job next time, tee hee~"

(Another giggle.) "It makes some sense, I think."

"From what I've read it's a very complex disorder." (Odiles voice. You turn, she was finding a place to sit down.) "Each person experiences it differently too."

"Complex doesn't even start to describe it. . ." (You decide to just put away your carving.) "Headaches are almost constant."

"With how Siffrin thinks? Well I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Oh the burdens we must bare."

"What burdens are we bareing today?" (It was Isabeau walking in now.)

"The big furry types of course~"

"Ha! Haha!"

"Well you two have something in common."

"Tee hee~"

(You sat up and made room or Isabeau on the couch. He sat down and talked.) "Bonnie and Nille are just putting some leftovers away." (He looked over at Mirabelle.) "You're sure there's no bruising? Bonnie still has a headache."

(. . .)

"I'm positive, I double and tripple checked."

(For the love of Stars will you just tell me what I missed already?!? CLEARLY something happened you're not telling me.)

(I will not tell you.)

(You are infuriating.)

"Kid probably just needs a lie down." (Isa comments.)

"Once this is over we all do." (You say, you still felt exhausted from all this time craft. Will you at least tell me when we're out of this blinding loop?)

(I can agree to that.)

"Speaking of such. Would you mind if we try talking to Stardust now?" (Odile asked.)

(You nod.) "If ever there was a time for it~"

". . . So how do we do this?" (Asked Mirabelle.)

"Well, first I'll get Siffrin back here. It might get a bit confusing for us but don't worry about that~" (You thought for a moment.) "Although, Isabeau, if that mind craft is still afflicting Siffrin, could you try making sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"

"Uh, alright! I think I can do that."

"I'd like to ask Siffrin the questions if that's alright." (Odile had gotten up from her seat and walked over.)

"Of course, and Mirabelle if you could. . ."

"Morale support?" (She suggested.)

"Morale support!"

"Perfect, moral support it is."

(Alright. . . Siffrin. . .)

(You breath in, and out. Stardust, where just where are you Stardust. You were forced out quite abruptly, but you could come back with. . . The thoughts of Isabeau? No no, something bad maybe? Probaly not. What about his favorite foods? Oh well they did love that Pan Au Chocolate-)

(Huh?)

(You feel a bit dizzy. There you are Stardust~)

(Loop? What happened. I was forced out of front by Mal du Pays, I didn't remember much afterwards. You're here because they want to ask you a few questions. Yes? Why though?)

(They're worried about you. Something happened. So if you don't mind. . .)

(You blink a few times, you had a mild headache but it cleared fast.) "Uh. . ."

"Siffrin?" (Huh? Or Mirabelle was at your side. Isabeau and Odile too.)

(You rub your head.) "Hi uh. . . What happened?"

(Mirabelle glanced over to Odile, who started talking.) "Are you feeling alright, Siffrin?"

"Dazed, headache, confused. Did something happen??"

"I'm getting to that." (Odile continued.) "Do you remember what happened?"

"Uhm. . . I was talking to Ramos? Yeah, yeah Ramos came over to see Isabeau."

(You glance between the three of them. Loop what's going on?)

(Mental check in, Stardust.)

"And what did you talk about."

"It was. . . Right! We were chatting about our adventures, how we met Isabeau, and uh. . ."

(You glance at Isa as Odile continues.) "What else?"

"Well, well, they were curious if Isabeau mentioned them at all." (Why was it so hard to remember?)

"And you said. . ."

(You smiled.) "I said 'of course he did!'"

(. . .Stars.)

(Huh? Did you say something wrong? They all looked worried. Isabeau spoke up.) "Are. . . Are you sure Sif?"

"Positive, right?" (You think hard.) "Because. . . Because you talked about them helping you for the Defenders exams?"

(Isabeau looked. . . Sad? What was going on?!?)

"That, didn't happen, Siffrin." (Odile said.) "I'm, sorry but that's not true."

"Huh?!?"

(You could feel your breathing quicken. What do they mean??? Ramos was, was Isabeaus best friend, right? Hadn't you been excited to see them?!? That's why you came here in the first place right???)

(You have a headache. What was going on?!? No, no Ramos was your friend right?)

"Siffrin?" (You turn to Isabeau, he was holding out a hand. You grab it and squeeze. He doesn't even flinch.) "It's. . . Well, just take a breath first, ok? With me? Just like you showed us, right?"

(Right, right, just breathe. In. . . . and Out. . .)

(Feeling better, Stardust?)

(No, yes, maybe. Just. I'm just confused.) "Alright, alright, please tell me what happened, please."

"Siffrin, well, Ramos isn't really, a good person right now, I think." (You turn to Mirabelle as she continues.) "They, well, Loop told us that they've been effecting people with Mind Craft. You included."

(??????????)

(It's a craft type that effects ones memories, ones mind. Your perception of Ramos has been altered, Stardust.)

(Odile talking now.) "It should be reversable, but from what I know it might be more difficult as it may be powered by a wish. If that's the case it could. . ."

"It would just take a while!" (Mira jumps in.) "But! The good news is Loop isn't effected?"

(Your breathing is getting heavy again. What? But, Ramos was a big figure in Isabeaus life, right? There where all those stories! Like, like.)

(You cannot remember.)

(It's a trick, Stardust~ A nasty one at that.)

(You lean into Isabeau, you feel lightheaded.) "A-are you sure? I, I mean. . ." (It. . . It was really hard to believe. You had this feeling, this instinct, that Ramos was a friend, the best, the. . .)

"Sorry Sif." (Isa gently put a hand on your head. You didnt flinch.) "We'll get this figured out, ok?"

". . . Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Of course I promise!" (Mirabelle chimed in.)

"I don't want to see what happens when your memory gets worse. I promise we'll figure it out." (Odile adds.)

(You nod. And sigh.) ". . . Thank you."

(Your head hurts. Loop, can you, can you please just deal with this?)

(Of course Stardust~ It might be better since-)

(Because Ramos might still be able to effect me. Yeah. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone.)

(You breathe in, and out. And in the future, you can take over in a pinch if needed, ok?)

(Same back to you. stars, even for Mal too. Just in case.)

(Thank you.)

(. . . . .)

[You got the Memory of Switching! When equipped, this will make it easier for you to switch out with your headmates, even durring battle!]

(You pause a second before moving. Isabeau is comfortable, he's got a hand on your head. No need to pull away immediatly.)

(Is now really the time?)

(Hush you. Stardust's gone now, let me have this.)

(You took one more second before getting up and stretching.) "Well! That was quite enlightening~"

"Loop?"

"Yes yes, Stardust decided to go for now, didn't trust themself to act rational."

"Aww. . ." (Isabeau awkwardly rubbed his side.) "I can't imagine how he must be feeling."

"Now where have I heared that before." (Odile adds, going back to her own seat.)

"We miss anything?" (It was Nille, she and Bonnie where walking in.)

"Just checked in on Siffrin." (Odile sighs.) "Unfortunatly, the mind craft stuck."

"Crab" (Nille sat down on the ground.)

"Stupid Crabbing mind crab" (Bonnie stormed over to a chair and sat down.)

"Language."

(You laugh.) "You'll never get Bonbon to stop swearing at this rate."

"Oh I will!" (She replied, rolling her eyes.)

"Nuh uh!" (Bonnie stuck out their tongue.)

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!!!"

"Yuh huh or you a stupid face."

"YOU'RE a stupid face!"

"Gasp!! Bonnie! How could you! Your own Sister!"

(You fail to hold in your laughter.)

(Why couldn't ever day be this simple.)

[arcann]

3 9 21 + uno reverse 25 for taigat :3c

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

They feel abandoned, by their father, by their dead friends, by fate. At first they tried to build a wall between themself and the pain but reflecting on how much danger there is in their life and the people close to them, they reversed their attitude and try to cling to them and keep them safe from any danger they perceive. Savior complex 101. I don’t think they’re aware of it because of the way people treat them. He does listen to Fray but his voice sometimes fades away. They’re Eorzea’s protector, so keeping their loved ones at the top of the list is okay, right?

And then Fray comes out of his well when they overreach, screaming.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Again, I’m cheating and putting more. tee hee

Lyrics:

In the first days of the springtime, made you a prince with a thousand enemies - Ghosts, Lady 

And your smell makes me cry, And this shirt smells of you, so I hold it to my face, And I sleep with it 'Cause without you, I'd cease to exist - Navy Light, Labyrinth Ear

You can't let go of the past, When each day feels like your last, We could try to play it straight, But sometimes love feels just like hate - Twist the Knife, Chromatics

Alone, I search for our night together, The night I can never go back to, I’m lonely Moon! Sleeping till the day I forget, Searching in my dreams, I’m lonely Moon! - MOON LIGHT, Buck-Tick

Quotes:

“You’re a person in love with the impossible” “And when my strength is gone I’ll stop” - Sophocles

“I’m working for light. I’m bleeding for lightness.” - Emily Skaja, Thank you when I’m an axe

“It’s not you I’ve lost, but the world” Ingeborg Bachmann, A Kind of Loss

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

Taigat lost their right eye in their fight against Nael. It was healing well but then their father got the idea of trying to recreate it with magic which Taigat agreed to more because they didn’t want to fight with him than because they hadn’t accepted being disabled. The ritual didn’t work and they landed with a minor curse that needed the help of the arcanists' guild in Limsa to finally heal in full. Depth perception is their biggest problem so any job that involves shooting without magic to guide the projectiles is impossible to them. They need to take care of their left eye more and try not force it too much. They used their time in Gridania pre-ARR to adapt but even then working as a botanist was difficult for all the precision required to work. Usually they wear a prosthetic eye and only in the beginning, when their eye had just been removed they wore an eyepatch. 

They have a considerable amount of chronic pain, especially after their fight in Endwalker with Zenos. He cut Taigat in half and only because of their voidsent’s intervention and very precise sage healing they didn’t die. I still haven’t thought much about the consequences but they use the next few years to rest.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

So many things! To name a few, I love Taigat’s color scheme, I like that they’re a romantic at heart, I love his powers and how they synchronize with each other, I love their wavy hair that’s starting to go gray. I love that he’s secretly an edgelord with bad taste.

[waynes-multiverse]

FINALLY I made it here! And God, Heather… that comment might’ve killed me, which means ghost!me is writing again 😂👻🖤

And yup, definitely not toothless but still a giant baby! Although considering his actual age, those might be his third teeth, so who the hell knows 🤷‍♀️

Now I have visions of Mallory leaning back in a chair, smoking a cigar and watching Ben on camera narrating in a bad David Attenborough accent “Here we see Soldier Boy, the toothless, feckless, impotent groundworm in his new, permanent habitat, tee hee hee” like a twisted nature documentary

I. CANT! DEAD!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Y/N’s reasons for staying are actually not as complex or sinister as one might assume. It’s a very human reason 😉 Reader’s backstory is revealed this week. She’s a bit of a closed book (much to Ben’s frustration). They make quite the odd team 😂

I honestly love the “no love lost” vibes between Mallory and Ben. I can see them hating and stabbing each other (respectfully) till they’re both old and grey like a bickering married couple 😝 And yes, Ben might look young, but he’s an old grump at heart. Y/N realized that at the end as well. I guess it’s just easy to get swooped up in the moment when you have such a giant (and handsome) dick sitting in front of you… I do think she learned her lesson and is going to use the “kid gloves” from now on. She does have some rather, uhm… strange methods up her sleeve, tho 😉👀

Welp, new chapter coming in a few hours, so I hope Quinn kept your SB-level tantrums in check. I’m sure he earned every single cookie he got (as did Rory), but tell him there will be more laughs again today and less yelling! 💚

Rehab – Chapter 1

Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, language, angst, homophobic slurs & misogyny à la SB, hints of depression, tw: suicide attempt (not too graphic but pretty obvious)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: What starts off fun turns dark quickly…

Feedback is my fuel 🖤

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Chapter 1: maybe

“Hey, Derek.” Y/N smiles at one of the nurses as she approaches the reception and leans her elbows on the counter. “How’s the newbie doing?”

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[athyathye]

Meeting a Karma Akabane!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: curse words, a hint of physical assault, mentions of knives and guns and a whole lotta fighting and many more

Author's note ����: my first headcanons tee hee~ I'm gonna be honest this may be shtty lol, if you stuck around till the end then thank you! Feedbacks are appreciated and as always likes and reblogs are also appreciated

Also! Tokyo revengers does not belong to me, all credits go to Ken Wakui.

MIKEY :

Your first meeting would be like you luring Takemitchy because he was a delinquent like the psycho you are

Anyways what happened was the two arrogant assh*les from class A came to torment nagisa like in the first few episodes.

Don't ask why Takemitchy was there he goes to very questionable places sometimes lol

He was going to intervene but waited a few more moments to see if they would get physical

They were doing their best to look superior luckily for nagisa, you came looking for him and of course stepped in

You came in holding a glass bottle you found and used that to hit the sturdy wall behind them and said “Die huh? You’d rather die? Then how about we do it now.”

You were swinging the broken sharp bottle like a hooligan when Takemitchy’s saviour complex kicked in

“H-hey stop that, no need to be aggressive” He stood in between you guys, but still trembling like the little lamb he was

And you liked that, (Not in a sexual way) Besides he looked like a delinquent and you had yet to relieve your stress from the class A b*tches

“ehh~ I was just joking blondie” with that sh*t eating smirk everybody liked

“What do you want, Hero?” When I tell you Takemitchy was flustered, HE WAS RED WITH STEAM COMING OUT OF HIS EARS

But remember it was delinquent season lmao

You approached him with your hand reaching out “ Ahem, I believe we got off of on the wrong foot. Nice to meet you, Hero-kun” you asked with a fake happy tone

As Takemitchy was going to reach out to your hand with a bit of hesitancy

You suddenly let go of the bottle you were holding by your side then swung the hand you were reaching towards him. Out came one of those BB knives that weren’t harmful to humans

But of course Takemitchy didn’t know that so he jumped back so far he landed on his butt

“W-what” Takemitchy stuttered

“Ehh~ You’re fast. But for a delinquent, I’m surprised you fell for such a simple move. You jumped so far, too. What are you, a scaredy cat?”

You were approaching him once again when suddenly a kick hit your side.

You hit the wall behind you. A bit surprised you looked up.

“Another blondie ey~ This’ll be fun~” Gosh, you were hot honestly-

“Hey- Y/n! Stop it” The blue haired male finally spoke up

He held your arm as he tried to drag you away while apologizing

T-terribly sorry for this!! She isn’t this mean I swear, you guys just came at the wrong time” He dragged you around, of course you now have a new purpose.

Which was to create more assassination ideas for your classroom teacher.

You looked unbothered as you let nagisa drag you

Mikey let you go, for now. It was easy to track you anyways from your elite school uniform to your bright red hair.

And he was drowsy too soooo yeah

Next time you guys met was when you were beating up those thugs from trying to kidnap you and your friends. He was also with some of the members of the gang when he walked up to you

Confused, the other members followed him

Takemitchy saw you and froze

Mikey held your wrist before you could enter the vehicle the school provided

You looked towards him then at the people behind him

“Oh- You’re that one blondie I tried to fight, nice to see you hehe~” You raised your other hand with a peace sign.

“anyways whatchu want as you can see I’m kind of busy here.” You pointed towards the van where some of your classmates were looking at you with confusion

“you tried to hurt Takemitchy remember. I’m not letting you go this time.” He deadpanned as his hold on your wrist grew stronger

“Hah? You should’ve just fought me back then blondie. I’m on a school trip you know, our whole class should be waiting for us right now” You rolled your eyes as you tried to shake his arm off. Grin still prominent but had an irk mark by the edge of you’re forehead.

“Hey, Mikey i-its ok, I wasn’t hurt anyways” Takemitchy tried to diffuse the situation

"Mikey are you sure about this?" Mitsuya asked feeling a little cautious because you were a girl, and he had younger sisters that he cared for.

“Listen to your friends before I get pissed off. Shorty.” You provoked him

"Wow ok nevermind" the thoughts of the members were visible on their faces as they all looked away from the situation

As soon as things were getting too escalated Koro-sensei stepped in but Draken had something to say about that.

“Now now children, you mustn’t fight-“ “Let them settle stuff up gramps.” He put a hand around Koro-sensei’s “shoulder”

"G-GRAMPS LITTLE BOY HOW RUDE MUST I-" for a teacher he lets himself get cut off numerous times

“Hey mikey, I thought you don’t hit girls” Takemitchy tried again. But was silenced as soon as Mikey’s foot raised

“I don’t fall for the same trick twice you know?” You blocked his kick with both arms as you raised your head, and looked at him straight in the eye and tried to sneakily raise your arm to your pocket.

Mikey saw of course, he thought you would bring out that plastic knife again so his eyes remained on that part of your body

That was his mistake as you raised your other fist to hit him square in the face

Though unluckily for you, he wasn’t even fazed.

wow were the others kind of impressed tho, even draken. You managed to land a hit on the invincible Mikey

Yeah sure it isn't surprising. But the members couldn't help but underestimate you at first.

"Oh? You're strong. Unlike your member over there hehe~" you were definitely trying to provoke him now if it wasn't obvious enough

The provocation worked, he lunged at you in full speed, and before you could figure out how to counter he was already right in front of you

Hit you square in the face, as if to spite him, you too were not fazed instead you slowly turned your face back to him then smirked.

"That all you got?" This time you were the one to attack, you got into formation and act like you were about to punch, he tried to duck but just when you were about to land a hit your position changed

Both of your hands were now nearing him.

"Were you going to slap him?" He couldn't dodge now but what you did next surprised him and all of the others

You clapped

Everything went still for Mikey, he reached his hands out to cover his ears

As if he couldn't control his movements and only seemed to seek comfort for in his erratic body sensations

"Just what the hell happened?" Takemitchy panicked. He looked at Mikey's crumbling form before he started to run towards you, only to be held back by Draken.

"Don't interefere, he'll get mad" Though he was itching to barge into the fight himself

Different. You were no joke. You weren't to be taken lightly, Draken understood that.

Even mitsuya was watching with baited breaths

Your classmates however felt relief, before all this happened, you were unusually quiet and more brutal

But now here you were using a certain blue-haired classmates technique

Mikey did not have anytime to react before you got in front of his kneeling form. You grabbed his hair to make him look up Your fingers mimicking a gun but what's this

You looked like you really had a gun pointed to his forehead

It was still hard to move for Mikey, he couldn't even breathe properly

It was one of the few times he felt real fear.

"You know, I try really hard to be a good person. But my mouth and my actions don't exactly cooperate." You told him your sincere thoughts

Before knocking him out through the back of his neck

The other members were alarmed but then turned outraged

"You call that a fair fight you b*tch?" "You think we'll let you get away with this?" And other threats and profanities were directed at you

Draken, the most surprised of them, snapped out of his trance. He let go of your teacher that was hooting for your victory but at the same time also trying to scold you

He grabbed Mikey out of the the way as he tried to swing at you.

"It's against my rules to hit girls but ill make an exception for you b*tch" he was very very mad and it was hot you could tell from the way his brows almost touched each other and the raised fist aiming to hit you

"I told you guys I'm at a time crunch, you've already made us late. Stop before I get serious."

Gone was your irritating grin and instead replaced with a face of mixed of deadpan and determination hidden by shadows

Everybody in the vicinity could feel the bloodlust you were unconscious letting loose

You held another plastic knife at your arm

"Take one more step and I'll make sure you won't be able to ever again"

Some of the members felt frozen, you're threat felt real.

As if you've done that before

Draken was getting mad and antsy, he was wondering what was the best course of action

Before he could even have a say on it

Your teacher grabbed the back of your collar and slammed you inside the car

He immediately started it and one of your classmates closed it in his stead

The members, couldn't help but not do anything

In such a short amount of time you had beaten their leader

And made a dramatic escape. Talk about fast 😳

Better watch out y/n they're coming for you lol

DRAKEN:

Now, when you first met this man

Well, remember how the school had something like a celebration? That one episode where the boys played baseball and won? Yeah that one.

Mikey decided to raid the school during that time because apparently “School festival foods are always delicious and cheap”

Anywho, nobody cared enough when they entered the school because most of the students were focused on the games

Who’s gonna tell them they can’t anyways lol

Anyways, When they were about to leave because most of the students were flocking the field, they heard what was being said about class E and they wondered why they were so hostile

So Mikey decided that he wanted to watch so the gang stuck around during the baseball game

Now Draken was honestly apprehensive, He knew the elite school they were currently in had some kind of bad blood between delinquents.

But he was curious about the so-called “outcasts” and “delinquents” of the school

That was when he saw you

Provoking the Basemen who looked vicious enough to kill

The Baseman swung the bat and almost hit you and Isogai if it weren’t for you two moving out of the way.

“Next time, Try swinging like you mean to kill us” You scared the baseman

Balls. That was his first impression of you, You got hella balls

Good job, you’ve impressed Mr. Vice Delinquent here

In the end you guys won, but still got hated on by the “superior” classes which Draken thought was pretty unfair.

They left the school with Mikey on his back cause you know, he probably slept halfway through the game

Next time y’all meet, It would be when he was roaming around anywhere his feet would take him honestly.

Mikey was bing the little sh*t he was and he decided he was not gonna deal with him today.

He found himself in a forest after running away from what he thought were snakes, He looked like he was kind of muddled

Of course he was, He probably got lost but didn’t show it

Anyways that’s when he heard voices and damn, for once he was thankful he heard the noise

He was gonna approach them when he saw Karasuma directly in front of him

When I tell you this boy was shocked but goodness was he good at the stoic game

Because he got surprised his fight or flight reflexes came in and he tried to swing at karasuma

Bad move my guy lol

Yeah, he got stumped. Chest on the ground he couldn’t fathom how fast he was took down, but are we surprised here? It’s daddy Karasuma.

“Who are you and what is your purpose” Daddy I mean karasuma asked, still focused on the match that was currently going on in front of them

Karasuma probably didn’t think of him as a threat

“I got lost.” Was all Draken said, He looked in front of them and finally saw what was currently going on

Red vs blue, and red was the person he took an interest in back in the ball game

Karasuma let him go seeing as Draken wasn’t resisting

They both stood up, with Karasuma lending him a hand.

He dusted himself off and looked in front

“This is a match between the class. It was caused due to disagreements and whichever side wins will decide the fate of a certain individual” Karasuma vaguely explained

He stared at the match for a while, deciding that you guys were not to be messed with.

You were delivering the final blow to your blue-haired companion

“An axe kick” Draken thought, he was seriously itching to fight to now

Just when he thought everything was over, The smaller boy suddenly got up and “clapped?”

He saw the way you flinched and dropped your knife before showing the bitten and bleeding tongue of yours

He didn’t have a clue on what happened but next thing he knows is that the obviously weaker boy had you on what they called an “arm-triangle choke”

“That arm pressing on his cotaroid will make him pass out!” He heard the teacher behind him narrate

“You will hear me out!” The struggling voice of your classmate was heard throughout the field.

You were now turning red and trying to punch Nagisa to loosen his hold on you but to no avail

He had to admit it, the both of you looked so cool in his eyes.

Then the unexpected happened and your hand found the knife that was near you.

You were gonna end it once and for all when the sudden realization hit you

“Huh?” He confusedly thought as he watched you give up “why though, She had this in the bag”

“Hey listen-“ you tried to speak through your opponent’s tightening grip. “That’s enough!” The booming voice of the person next to him shouted “Due to the red team’s surrender, the blue team has won!” He continued

Some of the students rejoiced, Those who were probably part of the blue team he thought.

He moved his body and finally asked Karasuma for the way out of the small campus.

Karasuma was going to escort him like the good and responsible adult he was but Draken rejected him saying that he should congratulate and comfort his students first.

After that he turned around and left.

As soon as school was over though, he found himself waiting at the bottom of the mountain to get to talk to you.

Intrigued was a way to describe himself but he was really just interested in getting to know you.

“Admitting defeat is one of the hardest thing to do, that was a feat, even though I don’t understand why you did when you still had the chance. The name’s Draken” He reached his hand out to you

“Oya, Mister Delinquent saw me fight? You trying to scout me or something” You chuckled “Waiting for me until the end of class. And on a risky mountain like this, I'm not really interested ya know? Draken-san it's really sketchy. You wanna kill me or something?

Gosh the way you said his name was so seductive tho-

Before he could reply though you walked right across him

He was so stiff when you approached him

Almost like he felt the bloodlust leaking out of your body.

"You're so tall Draken-san!" You mocked excitement and leaned closer to him "Why so tense? I'm kidding haha~ You are a delinquent right?"

"Whatever you think" He replied, wanting to take a step back, but hey he still had his pride

"Then I won't feel bad for this" "what-" he started before flinching so bad he dropped his belongings

It happened so fast, too fast for Draken's liking. But why the hell was he scared?

You were behind him, your middle finger poking his neck

He could perfectly feel how vulnerable he was right now

"I sure hope you won't do this again Draken-san! I easily get scared you know?? After all I'm still a lady!"

Gosh the way you still taunted him😻

You let him go "bye bye~!" You snickered before turning around to leave

“Who's trying to kill who here?” He grumbled to himself

He soon turned the other direction too

Now he really was interested in you

BAJI :

Oh to have the attention of Mister Perfect hair himself

He was taking a walk with Chifuyu around the neighbourhood when they caught sight of you

Leaning against a tree, teeth clenched with your hand gripping papers

“The class A is mighty indeed” All 3 of you heard “You probably thought “I’m so cool I’ll ace these exams with no sweat. How mortifying!”

The familiar voice of your teacher was heard behind you.

His words travelled to your ears and you blushed with embarassment.

You had no choice but to look down to hide your flushed face before the appearance of the black robe your teacher always wore along with his disguise was within your range of vision

“Right now you’re just a boastful brat swinging around a rusty sword nyurufufufu” both boys heard the teasing voice of your teacher and saw the way he patted you.

You swatted his hands, or “tentacles” if I may lol, away before throwing your exam results and walking away.

Your teacher chuckled behind you as he too left, following the direction of where you went

“The hell was that” Baji asked after watching the whole scene escalate.

The results of your test papers found their way to Chifuyu’s feet as he picked it up

“Hey you call this a fail? Ranked 13th in year 3, doesn’t that mean she’s in the top twenty? And an 85/100 in math?? This girl is no joke” Chifuyu sweatdropped and exclaimed as he looked around your test paper and results.

“Lemme see that” Baji snatched the papers away from his friend’s hands

“Yup can’t understand a thing except for the results.” He deadpanned while Chifuyu just chuckled

“She must’ve been a genius brat if she did this with no sweat. If I had these results, Bet I’d make my mom cry again, but from joy this time.” He continued

He was seriously thinking of making you tutor him SKSKSKSK

I mean he did take a good look of your features before you stormed off so if ever he saw you again he’d make sure to make an agreement with you.

Well fate was good to him because just after 3 days he saw you again.

His mom had apparently scheduled him an appointment with the library lol

Anyways his mom gave him a ticket which was him getting in to one of the widely-used library in their place, which was your school library.

He was just gonna blow it off at first but then somthing told him he should go so he trusted his guts and went, thank goodness he did because he saw you there sitting with tons of books in front of you

He had to sweatdrop in alarm when he saw how fast you were flipping through pages and writing on your notebook at the same time

But before he could approach you somebody beat him to it, more like a group of people did

“Well if it isn’t an E-class scum” A boy with glasses started “This library is wasted on the likes of you. Pearls before swine, am I right?” He continued

“Beat it scrub, The seat you’re sitting on is mine” One of them continued

Baji was about to interefere, but honestly, you wouldn’t be Akabane y/n if you didn’t taunt them back

“Unfortunately for you clam sh*ts I reserved beforehand” You faced them with your arms behind your head, showing them the slip you got from the librarian as proof

Baji watched this interaction happen while pretending to be reading a book…..that was upside down.

“Have you forgotten? You E-class underachiever can’t defy a class with much better grades than you” The other ugly guy with glasses spoke with confidence

“Oya, then how does that work? I’m on a lower class, but I’ve got much better grades grades than you” You snickered then stuck your tongue out

“D-don’t talk back to me you cheeky b*tch- Hang on, aren’t you the one from the midterms. Akabane y/n ranked 13th overall…” One of the arrogant A class leaders recognised

“Ah~ I see let’s make a bet then, whoever in our class snags the most top rankings. Gets to make the losing class do whatever they want.” He went closer to you and swung a hand over your shoulders

You could literally just smell the insecurity radiating off of him

Looking at every single one of their faces, you faced forward, in hopes of controlling yourself from lashing out

“What’s wrong? Chicken? All bark and no bite. We’re perfectly willing to risk our lives on the line” Another one of their ugly faces went closer to yours

“Hey you pieces of sh*t ganging up on a g-“ The man who was listening to the whole fiasco finally spoke up. But was cut off when he saw the aura you were emitting

Everything was muddy in your mind, it felt like you were underwater

“Risk your lives huh?” Your eyes grew hazy as that sentence repeated over and over again in your head.

That was the exact moment you let your instincts kick in

You grabbed 2 pens that were in front of you, each in one hand. Then swiped to grab the tie of another with one hand. And finally positioned your hands with the pens pointing just a tad bit far from both of their eyes, all while holding one of their tie in one hand.

It was just regular pens, but why the hell did it look like knives, were the thoughts of people glancing at you

You had 3 of them at your mercy.

“You probably shouldn’t be so quick to bet your lives. Especially to someone like me who has a reputation of aggressiveness” Going back to your cheery demeanor but keeping them still

“A-all right then, we have ourselves a deal.” The one you had threatened a pen with announced while back away from your form.

“We’ll show you something worse than death!” “There’s no running now! You’ll regret this!” They all spoke before turning around and making their exit.

“Easy for you to say, you’re the ones running away now!” You shouted at them while snickering and tossing your pen aiming for one of their heads.

It hit the jackpot so you chuckled at him when he turned back to spew obscenities at you.

You were planning on going back to your books since there were no more disturbances, when you moved your head to in front of you, A boy with long hair was already looking at you, both arms propped on the table.

You spoke too soon lol

“Can I help you?” Came your impassive question

“Yeah. You’re kinda cool, Tutor me.” He demanded looking straight into your fiery eyes.

“Sorry, My time isn’t free nor are my efforts.” You scooted back and your chair screeched

“And to be honest” you looked at him up and down before continuing “You aren’t my type.”

He was clad in what he thought was what smart people would wear 🤓 🤓

He kind of saw that happening ngl but still went speechless for a few seconds, while you took your time in arranging your books.

He was about to utter a response when your frame was already off from where he was staring at

“You’re fangs are cute though.” His head snapped to the direction of your voice where you sent him a closed eye grin

“damn”

Best believe you were on his mind even after a few hours later

Way to make Mister Baji Keisuke fall in love with you at first meeting lol.

Part 2 is here

Kind of part 3 I guess lol here

[apothecarinomicon]

Spring week 4, part 2

We found the guy staggering down the creek. We heard him before we saw him—he was wading through knee-deep water, half hunched over and groaning in pain. As he got closer, I was able to make out that he wasn’t human but crocodilian, and dressed for fishing. His pants had torn away below the knees, and I could make out bright green vines with vermillion buds snaking up his legs. He was bleeding where they burrowed into his hide. He looked up at us with glassy eyes and weakly called for help, reaching out with both hands. 

Automatically I moved to support him but Calder held me back. He told me he recognized the vines as marshbloom, a particularly nasty plant native to Blastfire Bog. An opportunistic parasite, it latched onto any skin that came into contact with it and fed on its host, growing until they were entirely overtaken and drained of their minerals. Once the marshbloom had fed all it could, the buds would open and spread their spores to find new hosts. 

This guy already looked to have been wandering for a couple of days; we didn’t have much time—probably only about another 24 hours. I told Calder to watch after him and make sure he didn’t wander off. Since Calder didn’t technically have skin, we agreed he might be able to physically restrain the afflicted man as a last resort. Meanwhile, I raced back to the cottage to scour my predecessor’s notes.

I found that her overall knowledge of the bog and its flora were spotty at best, but she did have an entry on the marshbloom. Her notes said that it should be treated like any other virulent parasite, but with extra focus on healing the skin. With the entry wounds closed, she noted, the portions of the plant inside the host’s body would be unable to photosynthesize and would simply die, and the portions outside would lose the necessary minerals and fall away.

With a little more research, I knew what I had to get. I dumped out the remaining breadcrumbs from my pack, had Ailean hop up on my shoulder, and set out for Hero’s Hollow.

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I told the guards at the entrance that I was foraging and expected to be inside for less than an hour. Then I headed in, map in hand, to find some liquid fire.

It’s not quite lava, this substance (lava is molten rock and this is more akin to superheated magic), but it is quite hot. You need special gloves to handle it. It won’t burn you, but it will certainly feel as if it had. It’s great for clearing parasites if you can get it down—like a flash fire fever. I found it fairly easily, flowing right out of the wall (turns out Hero’s Hollow has a lot of natural deposits), and collected it with little issue. It was as I was headed back out, however, that I heard heavy, clanking footsteps sprinting towards me accompanied by a “what ho!”

I turned and looked to find a suit of armor approaching me fast. The visor was flipped up, showing that the helmet was clearly empty. “I, the Baron, challenge you to a duel, brigand!” The voice sounded more like a jester’s than a knight’s—or a baron’s, for that matter. I backed away and tried to tell this Baron that I really didn’t have the time (or the equipment or the skill) for a fight, but as I said so my back bumped up against the wall. The suit of armor ignored what I’d said, unsheathed its sword (the thin kind with a point, rather than the kind with two sharp sides), took on a cartoonish stance, and cried “en garde!”

I stayed very still for a good long while, and so did the armor. Every few seconds it shouted something like “you shan’t best me, scoundrel!” or “your scourge ends here!” Its accent was all rolled ‘r’s and rapidly fluctuating pitch. After about three minutes of this I finally went to try and just walk away, and the suit of armor immediately lunged forward and skewered my thigh.

I cried out, more out of shock than anything. It was a relatively shallow wound (I wrote “skewered” but it was more like “scraped”), but the sudden movement and prick of pain surprised me. The Baron, for its part, seemed delighted. It immediately turned and began to skip away, occasionally clicking its heels in the air and crying “tee-ha! Tee-hee! I, the Baron, have bested thee!” It disappeared around a bend in the corridor, but I could still hear it for a long while after as I bandaged my wound.

What a blighting nuisance. I supposed though, as I limped out of the dungeon, that it could easily have been a lot worse.

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I headed back to Glimmerwood Grove next, to look for wild roses. The hip seeds promote skin health, and I thought they theoretically should be fairly abundant. But, as is my luck, they proved to be frustratingly elusive. I was already pretty annoyed when I ran into Kendre.

Kendre was a satyr, and (as they volunteered immediately upon seeing me) a druid who lived in the forest. Their arms were wiry, the rest of their human torso obscured by what appeared to be a grass-stained burlap sack with arm and neck holes cut out. The fur on their goat legs matched their russet hair. They wore complex jewelry, with earrings and necklaces and adornments to their curled horns all connected by small chains to form one large piece.

I asked how long they’d been living in Glimmerwood and they said just about their entire adult life. They mentioned a shack deep in the heart of the grove where they lived and gardened and kept to themselves. They said they didn’t normally forage this close to town but they were looking for something elusive.

I asked them if they had seen wild roses around and they thought for a moment before saying that roses had been an unusually rare sight this year. They apologized, and offered instead the location of a different plant: the coffee cap. Though unrelated to the bean (it’s actually a mushroom), it does contain about the same amount of caffeine and releases it into the body quicker when consumed. When added to a potion, its only real effect is to sharpen the patient’s senses—not useful for the task at hand. Still, I thanked them and followed their directions to find some—it’s always better to have more and more varied reagents on hand, just in case.

Kendre was the second denizen of Glimmerwood Grove I’d met who seemed to have no connection to the human society in Greenmoor or High Rannoc at large. As I plucked a mushroom and put it in my bag, I wondered if there were any more.

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I didn’t have to wonder for long. After retrieving the coffee cap I headed back towards the path. I took a right that should have led me straight back onto it, but instead I found myself in a beautiful (if dilapidated) courtyard. I must have been caught in some kind of dimensional fold, as I surely would have noticed the high, ornate walls that now surrounded me had they been present before.

The walls themselves were ornate but clearly weathered, dotted with tall thin windows and covered with hanging moss and climbing vines. The floor was made of smooth bricks that must have once been an intense shade of lapis or ultramarine, but that had faded to a (still gorgeous) azure. They were cut and laid in a pattern that was symmetrical but irregular. It took a good bit of staring for me to realize it depicted the phases of the moon, running from right to left across the space’s center. At the corners of the courtyard were raised plant beds that may have once been carefully maintained, but now grew wild. Each had a great tree at the center. Three of them had a least one side that had cracked or buckled, allowing dirt to spill out and their tree’s great roots to spread less impeded. The fourth one, the one in the far left corner, held a smaller tree, mostly obscured by—to my surprise and delight—wild rose bushes!

I began to hurry towards them before the sound of a clearing throat stopped me. I had completely overlooked what was clearly meant to be the courtyard’s central feature: along the far wall was a great, ornate throne. It gleamed golden in the light, its high back intricately molded with dozens of humanoid figures in myriad combinations and contexts—probably recounting the plot of some long-forgotten myth. Seated on the throne, still regal and imposing despite being dwarfed by it, was a man. As I approached him I realized he was much taller than me, or for that matter any human. His skin was extremely pale, his form rake thin, his hair a nearly-white blond. He was dressed in a garb unfamiliar to me, though the dense ornamental fur of his cloak and the rich purple of his tunic and pants communicated his status anyway. He regarded me cooly with orange eyes as I took in the sight. Finally, I noticed his long, pointed ears and it clicked: this prince was an elf.

Belatedly I dropped to one knee and bowed my head. I hoped that was the correct gesture of respect for elven royalty; it had been many years since I took politesse classes in primary school, and I’d never had much use for what I learned from them before.

He chuckled and told me to rise. His voice, though a fairly high tenor, had a commanding sense of depth. He told me it had been far too long since he’d had a visitor, and I should feel welcome to stay as long as I like. I asked for his name, and he raised an eyebrow before telling me I could not have it, but that I could refer to him as His Majesty, the Crown Prince of Sovereign Go’ed-Wigg. I quickly apologized for my careless wording, and told him he could call me ‘F.’ Given the Crown Prince’s care with his own name I figured care of my own was in order. I decided to let it be ambiguous whether this was an initial, a random pseudonymous letter, or if I had chosen “Eff” as a name.

I asked the Crown Prince (as I decided to think of him because that full title was simply too much) if I might have one of his roses, so that I could heal a patient. He thought for a moment then said I could on two conditions: I had to give him a gift in return, and I had to listen to a story. I told him that my patient’s time was limited, but that so long as the story was of a reasonable length (I believe I specified no more than fifteen minutes), and so long as I myself got to choose my gift to him I would be happy to agree to those terms. His expression was unreadable enough that I couldn’t determine whether I’d wiggled my way out of some trick or not, but he conceded my conditions.

As the gift, I gave him the coffee cap I’d just obtained, and explained its uses. He told me he had heard of coffee caps before, but seemed satisfied with the gift anyway. He said with my limitation we wouldn’t have time for the full story, but he’d tell me the first part anyway. I can’t recount the Crown Prince’s exact wording—he spoke for a long time—but I’ll summarize as best I can.

Once (he told me), there were three queens. A queen of spades, who ruled over those things on the earth, a queen of diamonds, who ruled over those things below it, and a queen of clubs, who ruled over those things above. The queen of spades and diamonds neither one had a king, but each had one knight. The queen of clubs had no knight, though she did have a king—but he was perpetually absent.

The realm of the queen of spades was verdant and teeming with life, both plant and animal. The queen of clubs’ domain was bright and open and free, always fresh and always changing. The queen of diamonds, on the other hand, ruled a territory rich with minerals, precious metals, and gems, which all things that lived would eventually join as they decomposed and returned to their base materials.

The queen of diamonds, though, was uncaring of these gifts. She surveyed her realm and saw rot, slimy worms and scuttling insects, and tons and tons of dirt piled so much upon itself that there was barely room for plants or animals at all. She looked over the queendom of spades and the queendom of clubs, and all the light and life and variety and air they had, and she grew jealous. She resolved to take the other queens’ territories for herself.

The queen of diamonds knew that going to war immediately would be foolish. Her two rivals (the queen of spades especially) had dozens of subjects in fighting shape, and she had next to none. So, she worked on expanding her population. She promoted immigration, emphasizing the riches to be found in her domain. With her (previously unmentioned) magical powers, she engineered those denizens she already had over the course of generations into stronger, smarter, better fighters. She was raising an army.

What the queen of diamonds didn’t know was that her knight and the knight of spades were in love. They kept their affair hidden from their respective queens for obvious reasons, but met in secret regularly. Wishing to limit the chance that they might have to meet in battle personally, the knight of diamonds told the knight of spades what the queen was doing.

The knight of spades took this information to his own queen, who thankfully didn’t probe too deeply into how he’d learned it. Instead, she immediately set about raising an army of her own, and passed the information on to the queen of clubs personally.

The queen of clubs, then, faced a rather pressing issue: like the queen of diamonds, she did not have enough subjects in fighting shape to raise an army. Unlike her counterpart, however, she did not have several generations’ notice with which to rectify that weakness—nor did she even have a knight of her own.

So, after obtaining permission from her new ally, she searched far and wide in the domain of the queen of spades to find a champion, one who could inspire their peers to fight their hardest, with the knowledge to select the generals and lieutenants and foot soldiers who would be able to defend her queendom.

And find one she did. The champion was such an effective leader, so adept at rallying people to follow her with true deep-seated conviction for the cause, that she would come to be known as the queen of hearts.

It was at this point that the Crown Prince stopped and gestured to the rose bush. I realized that I’d become so thoroughly engrossed in his story that I’d lost track of time, and I was thankful I’d thought to set a time limit. He sensed this too, and as I went to pluck a rose hip he asked if I was enjoying the story. I asked him in turn where he’d learned it. He said that he was the only one in the world who knew it. I asked if he meant he’d made it up, and he didn’t respond.

Instead, he said I’d have to come back later to hear more of it. I told him I didn’t even know how I’d gotten here in the first place, much less how I’d return, but he insisted that I’d find my way. As I left the courtyard, he turned his attention back to the mushroom I’d given him, turning it over and over in his hands.

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I was just about set to head back to Calder’s stream when I realized something all of a sudden: I couldn’t touch my patient, which meant I wouldn’t be able to force him to swallow the potion—he’d have to do it voluntarily, without spitting it out or spilling any. Liquid fire, one of my major ingredients, was notoriously both very hot and very spicy, making it difficult to stomach. I would need something to cover the taste. I remembered that I had the candy rock back at the cottage, but I was honestly closer to Moonbreaker Mountain. So, I decided to just run over and find some on my own.

I took a path I hadn’t been on before. About halfway up the mountain, I came across Mòrag McKinney, knelt at a shrine. It took her a long time to notice me, but when she did she smiled and bade me sit down next to her. She told me this was a shrine to Cernunnos, the antlered god of nature, hunters, druidry, fertility, and warriors. She said those going on journeys often placed offerings at it hoping for his favor. I asked if she was going on a journey and she said no, she’d just started coming here recently. Something about it called her.

She traced little circles in the dirt with her finger as she told me about Cernunnos, his ability to call animals to him, how wild-growing plants were considered his bounty. I had heard of Cernunnos before, even if I hadn’t studied him closely, but I let her speak. When she was finished, I apologized and told her I was on a deadline. I asked her where I might find the candy rocks. She seemed disappointed to see me go, but directed me a little ways up the path. I hurried off and found a large cluster easily. The rocks (crystals, really) were extremely brittle—I could break off a good-sized chunk with my hand. Once I’d done so, I hurried back to Calder’s river.

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Here is how I made the potion:

First, I crushed the rose hip seeds with my travel mortar and pestle.

Then, I collected some water (Calder was kind enough to let me borrow a bit of his)

Then, I combined it with the seed powder, liquid fire, and candy rock.

Finally, I shook it until it was all combined.

I decided to call the potion Bog’s Bane—a fitting enough name, as it ended up looking like orange mud. My crocodilian patient was staring vaguely off into the distance, so I gave the potion to Calder so he could help get it down. Once he’d finished it, the patient gasped and his eyes unclouded. Already the visible vines crawling up his legs were withering, their yellow buds falling off. I told him he ought to go see Dr. Ardor-Knox in town, and to tell them that he was seriously drained of vitamins and likely anemic. I didn’t know if the doctor had the requisite knowledge of crocodilian physiology to treat him, but I figured sending patients their way might help smooth things over with them. The crocodilian was still a bit out of it but seemed to understand well enough. He paid me for the potion and stumbled off in the direction of Greenmoor.

When he was gone, I turned to Calder to apologize that my work had cut our picnic short. He said to think nothing of it—the man would have stumbled into his creek anyway, so it was good that someone who knew how to treat him was present when he did. Nevertheless, I asked if we could have a do-over soon, and he said he’d like that.

It was far too late by that point for anything further to happen (though if it’s not wishful thinking there was certainly some tension), so I resigned myself to trudging back home. Now that I’ve recounted the day's events, I’m going straight to bed. Here’s hoping that tomorrow isn’t quite so hectic.

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[sonicringbond]

Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 51

Well, a lot happens in this scene, though it took me forever to put it together due to all sorts of problems on my end. Unfortunately I’m a horrible proof reader so I hope the events flow and don’t feel wasted. So, instead of panicking and throwing a fit about it, I’ll let everyone dive right into...

    The hanger doors folded out and a chill wind rushed into the belly of the Skyskipper, Zooey’s coral red airship. Normally it served as home for Zooey, Tails, and Rosy, but when they first found a red star ring it became their base of operations, including for Sonic and Mighty. As Claymore’s Banquet unfolded below, it also served as an observation platform for the Engineers, who Zooey had forged a strong alliance with while sky racing using Sonic and Tails’ planes; the Tornado and X-Tornado. Today though, it was Sonic at the controls of the Tornado, with Rosy blissfully on his lap in the now cramped cockpit.

    “I kind of feel like I should have taken Tails’ plane.”

    “Don’t be like that, Sonic~♥,” Rosy giggled and Sonic rolled his eyes before looking out at Zooey who was preparing to man the deployment arm for the plane.

    “You ready to bail if things go sideways?”

    “Not too far. Besides, the Ring Gate Beacon is working perfectly. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting back here.”

    “Then we’re off!” Rosy shouted excitedly and thrust a fist cheerfully in the air.

    Sonic smirked as he dodged Rosy’s enthusiasm and began throwing switches as he started up the silver-winged, red biplane. With Rosy’s arm up in the air though, he noticed a light blinking from under the cuff of Rosy’s glove. “We got a call, kid. How about you say hi to Tails while we head out.”

    “Yay!”

    Bringing her arm down and trying not to get in Sonic’s way, Rosy depressed a button on the wrist device she wore. “So, is this Mighty or Tails!~♥”

    -Oh~! This technology is amazing! It’s a lot more advanced than what we installed on my ship.-

    “Blister?” Rosy asked confused. “Why do you have–”

    -Don’t worry about it Rosy-lass,- Gill’s voice came across the wrist radio next He also seemed to quickly change his mind. -No. Definitely worry about it, Rosy-lass. That knight is more trouble than we realized. But we got in contact with Tails, Mighty, and the koala before he took them out of here. Tails insisted that we get their stuff and meet you at the stage. He’s worried Rosy-lass. Real worried, especially after I told him that Claymore sent most of his autogolems into the catacombs. He insists that your lad is going to need to stop someone. We don’t know who, but Claymore called him a Ring Mage.-

    “Ix!” Rosy declared with surprise.

    “You don’t know that,” Sonic countered, but Rosy did not even puff up her cheeks as she countered him. She attempted to wear a smile for him though.

    “Just call it my girlish intuition.”

    “Right,” Sonic replied offering her a more comforting smile before flashing Zooey a thumbs up. “We’re good to go, Zooey. Send us on our way.”

    “Just come back please. Sonic, Rosy. And make sure you bring Tails and Mighty with you.”

    “You got it!” Sonic promised Zooey as she activated the launch arm, and the Tornado was lifted out of the airship.

    “We’ll bring our new friends too,” Rosy cried out as the Tornado was released and fell away from the airship. “You’ll love them!”

    ~Normally I would love flying sitting in Sonic’s lap while he pilots his plane. Tee-hee~♥ This might be my first time. I don’t think we ever have. But the thing is… Well, something isn’t right.

    ~I know Sonic doesn’t believe in destiny. He believes in forging his own path. But the gods are real. I don’t remember, but Sonic I’m sure does. The Rings will always remember, and he can create Ring Bonds, so he surely does. I know we must have met a few. And this scene as we fly past the other airships and towards the main cathedral, it looks like something they would do.~

    The scene before Rosy was ominous, even as it was beautiful. From the complex of towers that made up the main cathedral of Tower Point, the spire of the main one was aimed straight at Yoluku above. Behind it, the sun rose into the morning sky, and began to set behind Yoluku. An upside-down sunset and the spreading of an ominous smile.

    Beyond the clouds that adorned the blue sky, an eclipse night began to fall, and the stars came out to watch the banquet below, the red crack in the sky splitting their number.

    It was a sight that many below marked as the beginning of the end of the world. Claymore the Purple however would not stand to let Yoluku win. With Tails, Mighty, and Draw with Mote hiding in his coat, trailing him, Claymore descended a massive stairwell that took him and his contingent of autogolems onto the stage that overlooked the main plaza. Compared to the three-meter-tall suit of armor, the stage looked small. Looking up as he did past the tower and to where Yoluku mockingly watched the festivities, it was Claymore who looked small.

    “Ho!” Claymore shouted out in victorious triumph, challenging the small planet in the sky to face him. “This is why we host this Banquet my good people! To show you that as long as even one Knight of the Order of the Sword stands, foul Yoluku is but a harmless bauble in the sky. It is only those that would carry out Yoluku’s will that you need fear. And one comes to us now!”

    Turning his attention, and in turn that of the gathered masses to the skies, Claymore eyed the Tornado as it weaved through the airships.

    ~I bet the scene from the stage is amazing! But it’s getting hard for me to pay attention. The Gear Star Ring that sometimes replaces my left iris is back, and it hurts so much. I guess that means the gear is turning, so something big is about to happen. Or maybe Saber the Red is here.

    ~It’s really hard to say what is going on though. I just hope it isn’t as bad as it sounds like Tails thinks it is.~

    “Hey kid, are you okay?” Sonic asked noticing Rosy clutch at her shoulder, and her cards within the shoulder puff of her leotard.

    Rosy didn’t hear him though. Her cards were freezing, and there was a voice creeping through her skin whispering in her ears.

    It’s alright. You can still have fun. There is yet still plenty of fun to be had…

    “Amy!” Sonic yelled and shook Rosy from her stupor.

    “Oops!” Rosy apologized and stuck her tongue out. “Sorry. I think something was trying to talk to me. But I’m here!”

    “And so are we,” Sonic let Rosy know that they had landed.

    “Aw~! I missed you do a flyover didn’t I!” Rosy whined as Sonic playfully chucked her from the cockpit. “Ack! What was that for!”

    “You were taking too long, and got a little distracted,” Sonic smirked as he flung himself from the cockpit and glared across the stage. “And I don’t think our host is willing to wait much longer.”

    “Ho!” Claymore shouted and looked taken aback as Rosy took Sonic’s offered hand and helped herself up. “You would treat the medium under your care so carelessly. You are no knight Ring Mage!”

    “And what about you, Sir Buckethead,” Sonic countered. “Attacking people out of the blue to kidnap little girls–”

    “I’m not a little girl!”

    “–and kidnapping her friends when that fails,” Sonic continued ignoring Rosy’s rebuttal. “That doesn’t sound much like a knight either. Or maybe I’m just out of the loop and you guys don’t put much stock in being honorable anymore.”

    Pulling free the finger he had started scratching at the inside of his ear with, Sonic looked at it a moment before blowing on it and walking away from Rosy. She didn’t wait at the plane and took up pace behind Sonic as he approached the towering autogolem.

    “You would challenge my honor? Ho!” Claymore laughed. “You are brave Ring Mage, but your friends remain unharmed.”

    Motioning out with a hand, Claymore displayed where Tails, Mighty, and Draw were in shackles under autogolem watch. Mighty offered Sonic a shrug as Sonic’s look begged to know why he hadn’t broken free. Draw just looked irritable, which was almost expected of the young koala. He knew he was in trouble, but there were some naiveties that he still possessed that kept him from panicking. Tails was not so fortunate.

    “Tails!” Rosy cried out, the obvious fear and dread on her best friend’s face tearing at her heart. “Just wait right there! Sonic will have this cleaned up in no time!”

    “There’s no time to wait!” Tails yelled back. “I’ve been reading since I got here, and if what I’ve read is true, if we don’t stop the Ring Mage in the catacombs below the city, the Near Lands will be blown apart and absorbed into the Far Lands! Rosy! The whole Near Lands are a Red Star Ring!”

    “What…?” Rosy asked confused, but still trembled at the implications of Tails’ words.

    The statement even gave Sonic pause and he looked out at Tails questioningly. “Are you sure about that Tails? I’ve already used two of them. I would think I would have noticed.”

    “How would he have found that out from books in the cathedral?” Claymore’s stunned question answered Sonic’s question and he turned an angry glare back onto the knight.

    “You had a problem like this stirring, and you came to pick up our fight,” Sonic nearly snarled.” I don’t think you have your priorities in order, Sir Buckethead.”

    “You underestimate the armies of the Preservers,” Claymore countered and drew his sword. “A Ring Mage who would challenge me to battle and is in possession of a medium is a far greater threat!”

    “Your wrong!” Rosy interrupted and held a hand to her heart. “Sonic doesn’t hurt people unless they’re already hurting others. You took our friends because you wanted to take me. You wanted to know if I could hear Yolk saying something. You obviously want to protect this beautiful world. That makes you like Sonic and all of us then. Ix though… Ix won’t stop. He told me the world has to be righted. That he has to find to his friend no matter what. That once he does that the world will be returned to how it should be. If he’s here and he can affect everywhere and the Red Star Ring these lands are built on, everyone’s homes… then you have to let us stop him!”

    “And how can I know you can be trusted, Lady Medium?” Claymore challenged Rosy’s pleas. “Do you think me blind to the Yoluku Device in your eye? Even now Yoluku could be whispering in your ear–”

    “If that’s Yolk then please tell them to get out of my head!” Rosy yelled as she squeezed her hand tightly around her shoulder.

    “Rosy! Don’t tell me…?” Tails’ panic shifted as he saw the pain clear as day on Rosy’s smiling face, as well as her trembling knees and the water vapor that flowed out of her sleeve. “Rosy! You have to put your cards down, or at least give them to someone else!”

    “You remember that too, huh, Tails?” Sonic remarked and surprised Rosy.

    “Sonic? What are you talking about?”

    “This isn’t the first time you’ve had a god messing with you through your cards, kid,” Sonic spoke, fighting to keep his anger in check. To help, he turned again towards Claymore, a ready recipient of his ire.

    “I wanted to wreck that tin can you’re wearing and reveal the fairy I’m pretty sure is hiding inside,” Sonic began before turning his back on Claymore and walking away, a guiding and protective hand on Rosy. Looking back as he returned towards the Tornado, he continued with cocky anger, “but it looks like you’re getting my help whether you want it or not.”

    “I will not accept the aid of a puppet of Yoluku,” Claymore countered and took a step towards Sonic and Rosy, reaching for them with his empty hand.

    “I figured you’d say that,” Sonic shrugged as he tossed Rosy into the cockpit. “But fortunately, I’ve already planned for it.”

    Sticking his fingers in his mouth, Sonic whistled and made quite the show of the signal to action. Looking back at Claymore one last time, he smirked and wagged a finger. “And I’m no one’s puppet. My only master is the wind that blows free!”

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And we survived XD I hope the scene flowed well, and I’ll do my best to make sure the rest of the Season 1 finale is good. As you can probably guess by this text, at the time of this commentary I haven’t written it yet. Things have been pretty crazy, and hopefully are less crazy when this posts. Still, I’m really hoping I have a great finish in store for everyone! Wish me luck!

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Scene 51 · CLEARED Party Crashing, to be continued

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[johannstutt413]

“Ugh.” The Doctor sighed, slumped in his chair. “I’m so done with this. Is it time for a break yet?...Whatever, it is now. I need to take a walk.”

Just as he was getting up from his desk, there was a knock on his door. “Doctor? It’s Podenco; I’m here to say hi!”

“Oh thank God you’re here.” He bolted up from his seat, slowed down enough so he didn’t crash into the door, and opened it maybe a little too fast. “I need a break.”

“Oh! Would you like to walk through the greenhouse with me, then?” Her eyes lit up brilliantly at this development.

The Doctor stepped out of his office with a flourish, closing the door behind him. “Please.”

“Great!” The Perro offered him her arm. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” He took her hand instead - locking arms was uncomfortable, but he still needed some kind of anchoring point - as she led them out of the office complex and through the streets of Rhodes Island to the greenhouse.

Once they were through the door, Podenco let go of his hand to grab a basket of supplies for her plant-tending. “I hope you don’t mind if we stop every now and again.”

“Not in the slightest.” The Doctor immediately took her hand again once it was available. “I’ll take whatever time I can get.”

“Heh...Can I ask you something, Doctor?” They were now in the greenhouse proper, amongst row after row of plants.

He nodded. “Ask away.”

“Do you um...” Her hand fidgeted in his. “Do you like flowers?”

“I’m pro-flower, yeah. The bright colors are nice to see after a long day in a grey and blue room, and the ones you bring by always smell nice. Why do you ask?”

Podenco blushed. “No particular reason...Ah, yes, these need watering. One moment.”

“Take your time.” The Doctor let go of her hand so she was free to move and breathed in the pollen-laden air. “Ahhh. Hey, Podenco, what does it mean when I breathe in and my teeth feel fuzzy?”

“That would be the pollen...Is there that much in the air right now? And you aren’t having any problems?”

He shrugged. “No. Should I be?”

“Not necessarily. You don’t have allergies?” The Perro finished watering the group of flowers. “On to the next one!”

“I guess I don’t. You don’t mind, do you?” The Doctor took her hand again as they continued their walk.

She looked up at him. “Mind what?”

“Holding hands instead of locking arms.” The thought had only just struck him. “You’re fine with it?”

“...Did I...misinterpret something?” Podenco’s face was very quickly reaching rose-red blush levels.

He blinked. “...I think I misrepresented something.”

“O-oh. So this isn’t a...date, then.” Her smile fell a little. “Th-that’s okay, though-”

“It doesn’t have to not be, though, if you want it to be one.”

Her hopes shot up so quickly it made her dizzy. “Really?”

“It’ll mean I’ll have more reasons to come out here and get a break from that stupid office.” He felt his face flush a bit as her hand was suddenly more present in his. “And...I do like the way your hand fits in mine...”

“So this is a date? Oh, Doctor, I’m so glad we cleared that up.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about the confusion, I guess. I’m not really an arm-locking kind of guy, you know?”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all!” She leaned her head against his arm. “It got me a date with my crush, after all~”

“You’ve had a crush on me? Wait, for how long?”

The Perro giggled. “Since I met you, of course. And the more time I spend with you, the more I enjoy it!”

“Man, if only I’d known.” This was officially the best break he’d ever taken. “I hope you don’t get sick of me now that I’ll be coming by more.”

“Sick of you? Why would I ever? Ah, I should feed the pitchers while we’re here. One moment, Doctor!”

He looked at the plants she was referring to - a group of wide-bulbed plants that looked like tea pitchers roughly the dimensions of his leg. “Feed the pitche- is that a rat?”

“Mmhmm! One rat a week keeps them nice and strong~” She set what seemed to be a paralyzed rat into a pitcher; there was a plop as it fell into the waiting acid pool. “What a cute little sound. Plop! Tee-hee~”

“That is kind of adorable….Can I put one in?”

Podenco looked back at him with her brightest smile yet. “Of course! Hold it by the tail, and make sure your finger doesn’t touch the lip.”

“So like this...oh wow, that’s deep.” Plop! He giggled like a child. “I didn’t think that’d be so fun. You can hear it sizzling, too!”

“My favorite part about these is, you see the flowers behind them? That’s the same plant.”

The Doctor nodded. “That’s really cool. It’s like two plants at the same time, huh?”

“They were technically two different plants with a mutualistic bond, but they slowly evolved into a single plant; one seed gives you the pitcher and the flower together, but one always comes before the other.” She sighed. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think? Two organisms that are so different becoming one?”

“Now that you mention it, yeah, that is...” He looked at his flower with a smile, slipping her hand back into his while she wasn’t holding a rat.

The Perro nodded. “This should be good - I have them all on a schedule, and the rest won’t need to be fed for another three days. Actually...yeah, that’s all I need to do for now. There is one more thing I want to show you, if you have time.”

“I definitely do.” If he didn’t before, he certainly did now. “Lead the way.”

“Alrighty~” She led him down a few rows, then into what seemed to be a proper wild-claimed grove and to a tree wide enough for a person to walk into...which they did after she opened what seemed to be a door in the tree itself.

This was a rather odd development. “Did you do this to the tree, or was it like this when you arrived?”

“A little of both - it had been altered, but it was suffering because of it, so I nurtured it back to health without it growing over the entrance.  As they descended a staircase of packed dirt and entered a small living space, he understood why. “My home away from home~”

“This is nice; I like how cozy it is. Is this what you wanted to show me?”

Podenco shook her head. “Not quite. I just wanted to make sure we were alone when I did.”

“Oh?” Things started to make more sense when she led him to the couch and, once he’d sat down (what else were couches for, after all), sat in his lap. “Ooooh.”

“Sorry if I’m moving a little fast...I’m just really happy, you know?”

He shook his head. “No, no, I get it, and I don’t mind. Let’s just not take it too much further than this for now - I still have to work the rest of my shift at some point.”

“Oh, right, this was supposed to be a mid-day break.” She blushed. “I lost track of time.”

“Wait, what time is it?...Oh, wow. Well, if no one’s called me to complain, then I guess I don’t have to go back after all.”

The Perro leaned in closer. “You want to stay for dinner?”

“Sure, but I’m not really hungry yet.” The Doctor looked meaningfully at her. “I wouldn’t mind a snack for now, though.”

“Heheh~ I wonder where you’d find one of those, Doctor.”

He moved her hair back from her left ear and whispered, “I think you know~” before nibbling her earlobe...

[astrologista]

so that was An Episode.

SPOILERS SPOILERS MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD

DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN S3E1 THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING

i’m sorry but i have to write these down right now before the thoughts go out my mind. i swear to my lord i it’s 4:17am and i’m compromised here we go

where do i even START.

so cass. that was definitely. not what i expected. or what i wanted, really. i feel that this origin is somewhat low-hanging fruit in my opinion just based on the context of how it was explained and cass’s positioning within the narrative. at the same time i completely understand it, and it was executed very well and heartbreakingly. the song was in-cred-i-ble. and tbh i’m glad they got the heck out of the dark kingdom so quickly, because it would have crippled the ep time-wise for them to stay even a few seconds longer.

adira is 100% going after cass now and nothing can change my mind

i imagine edmund will prolly team up with adira

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH HERE’S WHERE I GO OFF

when they showed that emblem of saporia, i honestly freaking thought they were gonna give us the ol’ tee-hee again and that we weren’t going to see any varian in this ep.

well.

i am glad to be wrong. because DAYUM.

varian has a beautiful new outfit. it’s like a steampunk cosplayer with sort of a pirate alchemist motif. it’s really nice. he’s got some thanos gloves and this amazing little bandanna he wears that has a print of an evil looking smile with sharp teeth. very fitting for him.

he also had a goatee which i in my infinite hubris actually thought was like a real goatee that he had somehow grown lol because puberty. but actually he just scribbled it on his face with a marker. that’s such a varian thing a ha. WHY’S HE SO CUTE

so andrew said they were CELLIES OH GOD I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. if that’s true it means king frederic threw him in gen pop jail. good goin’ fred.

now quite honestly i never thought that varian is the type to team up with other villains. and i was right, because he did have his own plan going and was ready to betray his whole gang as soon as he felt like it. but it does seem like andrew was super playing into varian’s affection-starved side lol and was doing a BAD job of trying to play big brother. like. he tried it lol. and i need to know more about this. i’m hoping to god more will be revealed.

varian named his new compound quirinium. so now no one will ever forget.

but oh wait. actually everyone’s gonna forget. because his plan is to pump out gas to literally make everyone forget everything he’s ever done because he’s got a GUILT COMPLEX THIS CHILD HAS A GUILT COMPLEX THE SIZE OF TEXAS Y’ALL

and i know i missed a bunch of details and i have to go back over it but now i understand. I UNDERSTAND NOW AND I’M SO SAD... the way he was listing off offenses on his fingers it’s like. he must have had a long time to think it over and he’s been rolling each one of those around in his mind for basically months. we need a flashback. give us a flashback.

i’m 99% sure the group of saporians hanging out with andrew are commies and also possibly meth addicts and i don’t think they’re a great influence on varian. not just because they’re villains but because they’re so low-tier he’s beyond them really. i get the sense he could do better.

i really honestly wanted this arc to happen... slower. i wanted there to be more time, more of an organic change, more of everything. but how it turned out, i’m glad. varian is a variable character, and just as quickly as he can turn villainous, so too can he turn to the light, as long as there’s someone there who cares about him. he still don’t give a darn about morality, he just happens to be on the side of good again? yay?

someone needs to cap that scene when they’re in the jail cell and varian is just sitting there looking like a sad, kicked puppy because that shit gave me a Feel.

when lance wiped off that magic marker goatee all of my crops were miraculously watered. oh varian.

and then i watched it again and became sad because he just looks so shocked and then DEPRESSED like “well. there is goes. what’s left of my manhood. gone in an instant. it’s over” also i think he looked a tad scared of lance because. he’s a big guy. who reminds him of his dad

don’t TALK to me about how sad he looked when eugene didn’t trust him oh MY GOD eugene i know this kid almost killed several people... and kidnapped the queen and went berserk... but like. look at him. how can you not trust him. he wants to be trusted. TRUST HIM EUGENE

by the way speaking of TRUST oh my GOD. HE REALLY WANTED THEM TO TRUST HIM AGAIN TO THE POINT WHERE HE WAS WILLING TO ERASE EVERYONE’S MEMORIES. varian. baby. you don’t go around erasing peoples memories to reinstate your social standing in the community. whatchu doin. i think we established that mass mind control is a big no-no

RAPUNZEL COMPLETELY TRUSTED HIM SHE IS PURE. SHE IS PURE.

blah blah some action scene with some cute/funny moments

varian be making BATH BOMBS good god. lush could never. someone get on manufacturing those for purchase.

where the F IS RUDDIGER OH MY GOD

ANDREW WENT IN FOR THE KILL LOL DISNEY. y’know FOR KIDS. but seriously this cements my hatred of andrew/hubert forever and ever. amen. not only is he a d-bag, he also tried to kill a kid. a kid who trusted him to some extent. nice

VARIAN ACTUALLY TOOK RESPONSIBILITY FOR SOMETHING. i’m gonna cry. he’s BECOMING A MAN. proud of him.

and THEN i freaked it. because um. YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH.

so i honest to god was NOT prepared for quirin in this episode. i was not at all prepared. i was gearing myself up for that close to or in the finale. but no. no they hit us right in the FACE, friends. they simply did not wait.

yknow i could say i wish they had extended this scene, and i do, because it could have used a little more, but the way it was executed was REAL GOOD like i LIKE liked it. i have 2 think it over a little bit more but quirin’s VA did THE MOST too. he was GOOD you can really hear the emotion in his voice and i’m crying now ha ha

oh yeah btw VARIAN JUST HEARD EXACTLY WHAT HE’S ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR and that makes me sad in a way because to me, that essentially completes his arc. he will appear in more episodes but his arc is like, done because QUIRIN SAID THE THING! THE THING! AAHHHHHHHH HE SAID THE THIIIIIIING

he said the thing

and also i’m kinda glad that they didn’t wait any longer to yknow. free him. varian’s been jailed for a long time at this point and it’s just not good for him to make him wait any longer. HE NEEDS HIS DAD AAAAAAAAHHH

as an aside, i’m 99.9% sure that that note said WAY more than just “i’m proud of u son” but quirin was NOT up to having that convo in that scene so he just made shit up lol. good ol quirin still lying as usual lol. but this leaves something to be said here because VARIAN STILL DOESN’T KNOW THAT HIS FATHER WAS A FREAKIN GENERAL IN AN ARMY THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY HELLO???? hello.

in closing i am so glad varian & quirin showed up for that last song because it looks like they may actually be getting re-integrated into the community and none too surprisingly, it didn’t look like any coronans were going for varian’s throat. because he’s paid his debt to society. he’s good now. he learned that you always win when you are good. or something. idk about how they left this. the end of this ep really feels like the end of s3 except. we still have a whole freaking season ahead of us. and the main lingering plot point other than the king and queen’s memory loss is cassandra. because andrew & co. are jailed, remember?

this episode is full of plot holes some of which will be addressed in this season and some of which we will never receive full disclosure for. i understand why they did it, and fwiw the way this episode was implemented in EXECUTION is VERY satisfying to me and i enjoyed it like a LOT. but at the same time a lot of people are gonna be crying foul about wanting to see a more developed varian arc and cassandra’s origin and what was going on with varian and andrew and uhmygod. this is too much for me to process and it is now 3 minutes to 5am, and i need to get in a 30 minute nap before a full work week. so i have to end it here but i am NOT done talking about this you guys.

i know the storyline for this season was set in advance but something about this episode makes me feel like they made a few adjustments based on things people said? that’s probably not the case but idk i wouldn’t mind if it was.

so in short, 10/10 great episode you guys. it all really happened. tune in tomorrow for more. ahhh

[ihaverecurringnightmares]

Did they seriously have Caroline say "Klaus wasn't the villain in her story"? They have made her completely OOC.

I had warned you guys that Caroline would say something in 5x12 that was so destructive to her character, and THAT was the line. Her whole characterization on the show was offensive and sad, because it’s not even just the complete retconning of the past, or the inconsistencies, it’s the blatant victim shaming. SHE apologized for trying to kill him, SHE absolved him of his past crimes…and what did he do? Nothing. No apologies, no hint of remorse. He just did as he always did, ramble on about himself and then be coy like “My intentions of murdering you and sexually assaulting you and murdering your friends were pure.” And she’d giggle and sip her coffee like “OMG, Claws, maybe so. Tee hee.”

How hard would it have been for the writers to have her address what a monster he was to her? To say he bit her, stabbed her, tried to kill her 3 times, controlled every aspect of her life, and for him to just be upfront and say “Yeah, I was a monster back then, and I may not deserve your forgiveness but I’m asking for it anyway. I’ve changed.” That still would have been weak sauce, but it would have been better than him literally acting like their relationship was a cute little romantic comedy of him chasing her and her being into it. The closest thing we got was her admitting he terrified her, but then they later say he wasn’t the villain of her story…so they couldnt even continue that continuity. That short continuity within a few episodes… Oh the mess.

For me, that declaration from her was completely unearned narratively. It was just a stupid, hollow line for a very stupid, hollow relationship. Klaus has shown remorse to every woman in his life that he hurt, but never to Caroline and I think that’s messed up because she’s at the top of his victims list. Those two characters were incapable of sitting down and having a deep conversation about their history, because the complexity and depth just isn’t there for them. So they sweep it under the rug, like they always have, and in turn make them act out of character for the sake of furthering the plot.

I think it becomes even more jarring, what they did to Caroline, when you consider Julie Plec and Carina Mackenzie patted themselves on the back for killing haylijah and discussing abuses of power and women in the writer’s room, and then came together to write the episode where they had a victim of an abuse of power tell her abuser that it’s okay what he did because…retcon.

[morninginsp]

Yo I’m gonna need that catalogue of scenes that make you think he’s fallen for her 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

So I’ve gone back through and decided to narrow it down to 5moments (really you could say any time they shared air in episode 12 and thatwould be accurate) plus one that was completely unconsciously done before hestarted to grasp the situation he found himself in, and I’ll explain therationale behind each.            

Pre realization: When he goes to buy out her debt and endsup beating Kwang Il to a pulp (and in turn getting pummeled himself). This oneI would argue was when he was mostly unconsciously doing it because he hadgrowing feelings for her. I don’t think at this point he had any idea of thebreadth of his feelings for her. However, he did know that Ji An getting beatup by this jackass was completely unacceptable, and although I believe thiscould be completely platonic and more family oriented if the future momentshadn’t happened, there was some elements of him having complex feelings thatled to this moment.

Moment one: When Ji An’s grandmother tells him how gratefuland at peace having him in Ji An’s life makes her feel. This was definitely thefirst, oh shit moment, he had. Dong Hoon is not a dumb man. He has known fromthe beginning how this relationship might be perceived from the outside, whichis why he told her that he shouldn’t keep eating meals with her, but I don’tthink he had to come to terms with his own feelings on these perceptions untilnow. Beyond the communication gap, I do believe he was momentarily stunned bythis perception, and how it didn’t completely fall outside his own feelings forher that led to him just accepting it instead of trying to refute what wasbeing said. (Yes there’s also an argument that he just didn’t want to break hergrandmother’s heart, but he was a little too struck by the statement at thetime, in my opinion, for that to be the main factor which keeps him quiet.)

Moment two: The entire engineered scene by Ji An where shebaits him into hitting her because she confesses her feelings for him. Irewatched this scene earlier this week, and oh man, it is really reallyuncomfortable to watch. There are a lot of emotions at the surface and theviolence in this show is always so realistic that I was highly disturbed on therewatch. YET, if he didn’t feel anything, he would not have reacted like that.She struck the nerve that had been exposed by her grandmother earlier in theepisode and played him to a tee. But if you watch his face when he realizeswhat is going on, it is clear he wants to run as far away as possible fromthese emotions. Oh she does like me, I was planning on dealing with my emotionshere by burying them so deep they never see the light of day like I always do.DONG HOON DEAL WITH YOUR EMOTIONS IN A HEALTHY MANNER THAT DOES NOT FALL FORTHE MECHANISMS SHE WANTS YOU TO. Especially since it involves violence. Anyway,if he didn’t reciprocate, I could see him being very gentle with the let downhere. As he’s not, I would say there’s something going on under the surface.

Moment three: (God this is getting long; I have a lot offeelings clearly.) Oh hey that scene where he tells her that he won’t fire hereven though she wants him to. I’m just saying, he gets really worked up oversome slippers you guys. I mean, I too would get very worked up over theslippers that my totally platonic friend took back after a nasty conversationwhere I didn’t handle myself very well and then demand she re-gift me some. Andreally this scene is just an extension of that moment when he realizes they aregone, and it clearly upsets him. Which is to say, he doesn’t want her out ofhis life and he desperately needs her to realize that. When he demands she buyshim new slippers, I was like O-KAY THEN. You are in no way telling her that youdon’t want to throw away your relationship and that it might mean somethingmore than you’re willing to actually say at this moment as you’ve realized shemeans a lot to you. Ji An being the champion that she is totally falls evenmore for him because of this.

Moment four: When after reliving the events of his wife’sconfession in his mind and his subsequent emotional breakdown he physicallyreacts to her presence on the street corner. If at any moment his response toher should be at its most muted, it would be here after thinking about how muchhe is hurt by his wife, and yet he follows her with his eyes (I’m not gettinginto the scene on the train but THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER that she then callsout, oh my god, Ji An my darling, how are you still standing??) and actuallysits up to maintain eye contact. The yearning; it was so real. Their connectionwas so palpable in that scene, and he plays such a huge role in it. Even as heleans back, it’s like oh wow, I am IN THIS. This girl is living under my skin.Yes Dong Hoon, have emotions, they are not evil.

Moment five: It’s actually much smaller than the othermoments. When he’s scanning the area for her outside Joon Hee’s bar hoping she’llturn up when he’s chatting with the neighborhood boys. That was when I waslike, you’re not even trying any more sweetie. You’ve accepted your fate. He sowanted her to appear and that aching feeling is so delicious; and again, if itwas strictly a platonic relationship, his face wouldn’t have been quite ashopeful and distracted as it was. Concerned, sure, but that mixture of longingand hope, not so much. (Props to Lee Sun Kyun’s face which gives so much awayin minute expressions totally in line with his reserved character.)

Bonus: WHEN HE FUCKING SMILES AT HER WHEN SHE CALLS HIM AGOOD PERSON AND LOOKS BASHFUL. Sorry that was unacceptable. DONG HOON. You knowshe’s fallen for you, her heart eyes alone squeeze my heart painfully (also let’snot discount the heavy lifting IU does in her micro expressions in this dramabecause they SLAY me), and yet you think it’s acceptable to blush like a schoolboy over her sweet compliment while you’re eating and drinking together. Do youwant me to fall for this nonsense? DO YOU???

Anyway, those would be the main moments that I think suggesthe’s probably fallen/falling for one Lee Ji An, and he has no idea what to doabout.

Other worthy moments: when he says that she knows him and itmakes him sad, when he calls her a good person for caring for her grandmother,when he refuses to fire her after the incident with the assistant manager, allthe moments he refuses to say anything about their relationship while beingprepped for his interview, when he realizes she stayed in the office withouthim to help the team finish the report, and then when they have theirconversation that includes intense eye contact before she runs off due tophotographer dude, and then he FUCKING CHASES OFF THAT PHOTOGRAPHER DUDE ANDHOVERS PROTECTIVELY OVER HER LIKE A BAMF and then walks her home despite herprotests she’d be fine. And the actual concern that plays across his face inthe split second we see it after he finds out she got called in for theinterview. To like name a few more.

Final thought: these moments are building now more quickly.I don’t think that’s just a coincidence.

[politicsuncensored-blog1]

The Cross I Decided to Carry

by Cris Boneta

I grew up poor.

When I was a kid my Dad would work rotten teeth out of his mouth with pliers and razor blades. Sounds lame right?

Turns out you can get your teeth pulled at dental school for 30 bucks.

Believe it or not. Crazy shit like this is common among poor people.

You’re the sum of the 5 people you spend the most time with. And if most of the people you spend time with say that college is for white people and that the blacks have tails; well then shit man that’s the world you live in. And it’s not until you meet someone that challenges your perceptions do you begin to lift the veil.

My family has grown up and changed a lot. We’ve been through some shit. And looking at it now I can say we’ve been blessed. As a result, I understand the importance of giving back.

Shortly after joining Texas Victory Project I was asked: “why was I volunteering for Texas Victory Project and what was the issue I cared about the most”.

It’s very simple.

For me, Texas Victory Project represents the working class and everyday people whose voices are undermined and suppressed. Since the Southern Strategy and the birth and rise of “grassroots conservatism” the Koch brothers, Roger Stone, and the heads of the “New Right”, have poured billions of dollars into politics, mislead voters, and have increased the burden on working and middle-class families while cutting taxes to themselves and their corporate buddies.

Acting in the shadows;  they have taken over our universities under Austrian Economics and free-market principles, our media by calling conservative blogs Breitbart News & The Daily Wire, and good Republican politicians who have forgotten the lessons taught by Christ in the New Testament and now worship the pillars of Ayn Rand & ALEC.

There are more poor people now than there were 30 years ago.

We did bail out the big banks to preserve the global economy. It’s honestly kind of annoying. Around that same time, I was working 2 jobs. In the mornings I worked at a daycare and in the evenings as a busboy. It sucked. I was tired. My body hurt. I hated everyone. Of all ages. But honestly, I don’t remember complaining about having to be at work.

My parent’s divorced and their taxes with the other person’s name on it was kind of a lot for them. So without my parent’s returns, I couldn’t even finish a FAFSA application let alone apply for loans or scholarships. So I busted my ass and saved money for school. I weighed 115 on a fat day and at some point while I was lugging 50 lbs bus tubs up and down 3 flights of stairs I tripped off some steps and broke some bone in my foot. I didn’t say anything to my bosses because I didn’t want to look weak. Besides what difference did it make. I was always in pain. So I hobbled around for the next few months and I worked through it. Now I walk funny. I’m actually really pissed that I didn’t make an incident report.

Anyways. Point is I busted my ass.

And at 19 I really had no idea as to why the white people + 1 in D.C. bailed the banks out. Or even what that really meant. But I knew they got free money. I knew it was billions. And I knew I was jealous.

I mean there I was destroying my body for a paycheck. And then these guys were just getting free shit? “Whatever. Fuck politics.” End of story for me at the time. Swear to God. That’s all I really thought.

It wasn’t until way later that I learned we did that to keep the global economy afloat. Because here in the states we have that much money. That the whole world’s economy depends on the stability of ours. It was shitty. But Geithner and the gang had to make some tough calls.

A traditional free market approach as prescribed by the Michael Jackson of Right Wing Economics, Alan Greenspan would have called for the government to keep their hands out of the marketplace and just let the whole world plunge into fiscal darkness and let everyone work it out from the ground up. But even he later came forward and admitted that keeping marketplace unregulated was a mistake. Tee-hee.

Fast forward to today and we’re having the same conversations. And somehow either the republican party hasn’t learned or doesn’t want to learn.

Texas Victory Project's values and policy initiatives are strides in the right direction.

As a society we must place a higher emphasis on demanding fair wages, providing more loan relief for educators to attract top talent into public schools, and reforming the justice system ( where in 4 years The Texas Department of Criminal Justice spends more money keeping non-violent marijuana consuming citizens incarcerated at a cost that exceeds the price of a 4 year degree.)

I’ve just met too many bright people who've lost employment opportunities and hope for a brighter future over a dime bag.

Legalize it. Regulate it. Tax it. Get that money out of the hands of the cartels. And into the hands of our policy makers, our entrepreneurially spirited, and into the hands of the people.

Some would say that those who work in low wage positions deserve to be there. And that these low wages should be incentives for folks to seek workforce training and transition out of the jobs that pay them so little. Essentially these people are poor because they haven't put in the work to lift themselves out of the rut. But statements like these completely disregard the complex pervasive ways poverty has taken a toll on our vulnerable communities.

Honestly, it’s hard to find good people to lift us up.

Rather than empower their workforce, I’ve seen employers instill fear into their staff over the uncertainty of the job market. And then dressed their corporation up as a soothing house of stability and warmth. But wrapped up in the niceties was the well-known fact that the busy season was soon to end. And hours were going to be cut drastically.

When I think about all the hard workers I’ve met over the years that have been spit on by the same institutions they’ve kept afloat. When I think about all of the injustices going on in our country it makes me want to give up. Buy a plane ticket and leave.

Too many times I’ve seen wrongs gone on and held my tongue.

Too many times I’ve kept quiet while giants boomed loud overhead.

But Texas is my home. And these are my people. So no more running.

On the other end of the spectrum, liberal elites are not in tune to the growing pains of the working poor. They have neglected poor white voters and have placed their bets on identity politics and issues that don’t help our seniors pay for their medicine and rent, higher wages and loan forgiveness for our youth, and criminal justice reform that have disproportionately destroyed the lives of many poor and people of color.

Election after election hundreds of people donate their time and money to these campaigns & they keep on losing. This is why I’m taking action and ask you to do the same. We need to stop treating our voters like ex-boyfriends who only call after 3:00 AM while listening to Drake wanting to “chill”. We need to treat every voter, despite color, religion, and creed with respect and instead of “talking at them”, listen. Listen to their story, their struggle, and their reality. You can spend all the money you want in polling but no poll will tell you the Truth or allow you to build that human connection that is so needed in politics.

It’s time to act.

[scaplivingtogether]

Seven Crimes and Punishments- Living Together: Judge Sitting and Girl Talk

Chapter 4

Judge Sitting and Girl Talk

Gallerian was conscience again, but the effects from the poison of the rose's thorns made him very weak, the sinners are in the men's bedroom around Gallerian's bed, Allen gave the Judge the antidote in Margarita's gift vile(Thanks to Michaela who supplied sap from her tree form).

"Here, drink this." He said. The Judge took the vile and drank it all greedily, feeling his wounds healing and his strength coming back to him, he tried to get out of bed...but was no use.

"What the hell? Did it work?" He asked while struggling to stand up.

"It did, it just takes a while for the affects to completely work." Allen said, "But in the meantime your gonna be dead from the waist down for...at least two hours."

'Two hours!?"

"Woooow, we're here for a few hours and now Gallerian's temporally handicapped." Banica said.

"Watch it you! My Little Michelle was handicapped!' Gallerian snapped, Nemesis rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Tragic, a sad old man who plays with dolls." Riliane said shaking her head and holding in her laugh.

"SHE"S NOT A DOLL!" Gallerian yelled at her.

"Alright ladies let's leave the grumpy old man alone, go and do each others nails or something." Allen said lightly shoving the women out of the room. "As for you Sateriasis, your gonna be the man's legs until he can walk again."

Sateriasis had been laying on his bed cuddling with his body pillow which had a picture of Gumina Glassred on it the whole time sat up and said: "What? Me his legs?"

"You kinda did deserve it for the Twister thing." Allen said smirking. "Besides, he may want to take a bath and your the biggest one here to carry someone at his weight, no offense Judge."

"None taken." Gallerian said, he laid their for a while thinking about what Allen said, he smirked at the duke, "Revenge time." He thought, "You heard the little brat Duke, your gonna be my little bitch for the next two hours, until I can walk again."

Sateriasis let out a half-hearted laugh, "You bet your dirty money you think I'm gonna be your bitch, old man, I'm the dominate male of the "Seven Deadly Sins" I shalt not take orders from a doll-obsessed miser."

"That's enough out of you both, you're both full-grown civilized men here so start acting like it, one last thing." Allen said as he took out a list. "I told the Master of the Hellish Yard what happened and she gave me a list of do's and don'ts you should follow until you're fully recovered, Gallerian..." He cleared his voice and said:

"No Gunfights,

No knife fights,

No Hand-to-Hand combat with Nemesis and/or Sateriasis,

No viewing of Scary films,

No consumption of Alcohol,

No Smoking,

No bathing in cold water,

No Skydiving..."where is her ladyship getting this list from?",

No listening to "Little Orphan Annie" on the radio,

No activating [Punishment],

No handling of the Vessels of Sin,

and under No circumstances that you may participate in "Sexual Intercourse" with the nearest person."

Allen closed the list saying: "Other wise the healing process will take longer, and you certainly don't want to be stuck as a Vegetable forever, do you?"

Sateriasis then busted out laughing when he heard the last part, falling on the floor holding his gut with his right hand and pounding the floor with his left.

"No Sex, Oh what's a sad old man to do?" Gallerian said sarcastically while tilting his head back, but then faced Allen again when he noticed something was not right. "Wait, did She actually wrote in that last part?"

"Yeah, apparently she's under the impression that your a "Perverted Old Trash Can"...as quoted by her." Allen said.

"And how may I ask did she get that impression?" Gallerian asked irritability.

"I honestly don't know."

Sateriasis calmed down from laughing so hard, wiping the tears from his eyes with is handkerchief and said "Oh please Judge, as far as anyone's concern, any person who had their first affair with a "curtain Playwright" is considered a male slut, Ha ha ha ha!"

Gallerian's face turned into a tomato from what he said, he covered his face with his blanket and said: "Shut up that matter is private! AND it was Ma's fault that she never told me about that green haired demon."

"Cheeky lady-killer." Riliane said poking her head in the room.

"Riliane. Ladies room. Now. Go." Allen said sternly, She rolled her eyes and left.

"Mark my words Judge." Sateriasis said next to him. "Though you keep saying that it you two are just good friends." He got close to his ear and whispered, "You can't deny the fact that your "friend" is a beautiful seductress." he blew into his ear, causing the Judge push him away, and hid under his covers.

"Leave me alone." He whined.

"Very well then, I'm going to be checking in with Sickle about these events, I'll be back in just a few moments, Sateriasis you take care of this guy and that's that." Allen said as he left the room, he opened the ladies room and saw the girls talking. "Kayo, I'll be checking in with Sickle so your in charge until I get back."

"I might as well, It'll keep me occupied while I tailor." She said quietly as she continues to sew Gallerian's sleeve back into the open seams of his cloak.

"Thanks." He left afterwards.

"You never get a break don't you, Hun?" Banica said to the tailor, drinking blood grave.

"I have to concentrate on my work, I hold my scissors very hard in hand, and I always follow a motto my mother used to say after she gave me her scissors."

"What's the Motto?" Margarita asked, brushing her pigtails.

"The more you sharpen them, the better they cut." Kayo said holding up her scissors.

"Nice motto." Banica said.

"You peasants do realize that we're in a box, and that you'll soon run out of things to sew and tailor? Nom nom nom." Riliane said eating chocolate Pocky.

"I'll think of something child." Kayo replied, "Believe it or not I don't tailor all the time, I take walks, chat, feed fishes, clean the tuna, spring clean the house, sharpen the scissors, and play the shamisen, one shalt not stereotype people based off of one skill alone."

"Ok, Nom nom nom."

"I want one of those." Nemesis said, taking a pocky.

"~You two should do the pocky game~" The girls turned their heads and saw Sateriasis poking his head by the door.

"SATI!" Riliane yelled as she threw a pillow at him, she missed and he let out a mischievous giggle.

"I was just kidding, he he he."

"Get out you pervert!" Nemesis sneered.

"Sateriasis! I need a bath!" He heard Gallerian yell for him.

"CAN YOU WAIT UNTIL YOU CAN WALK AGAIN!?" Sateriasis yelled back.

"I WANT ONE NOOOOOOOOW! I SMEEEEEELLL!" Gallerian whined, the duke can hear him pounding the bed like a brat.

"Fiiiine." He said in a Sarcastic tone, Nemesis was holding in her laugh for how her Father's acting towards the Duke.

"He's acting like my mother right now." Nemesis said, covering her mouth.

"Ah yes, Ma, she was such a card at Evils Theater." Banica said in a amused way. "You did say she survived [Punishment]'s blast right?"

"I hoped so."

"Talk about "Oedipus Complex" much right?" Riliane whispered to Margarita.

"WHAT?!"

"Nothing! She said you have nice nails, a beautiful shade of red! Just like the City of Calgaround!" Margarita said out loud in panic.

"Suuuuure she said that." Gallerian said sarcastically while being carried by Sateriasis bridal style.

"Drop him off the staircase Duke!" Riliane said.

"I can't then Allen will yell at me and punish me." Sateriasis said childishly.

"Damn ri-wait which "Punishment" are we talking about here?" Gallerian asked, causing Sateriasis to burst out laughing again.

"I can think of many things he meant by "Punishment"." Banica said wiggling her Eyebrows.

"EW NO! THEY'RE FULL GROWN MEN! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?" Kayo said in disgust.

"It's not so bad once you see it, trust me, fu fu fu."

"Not sure if I should take your word for it or not."

"I got a camera for it." Margarita said, holding up a old-fashioned camera.

"When did you have that thing?" Banica asked.

"Just in case I want to press charges for Kasper's infidelity and involvement with the black market, tee-hee."

"You could've done that instead of using Gift on Toragay and that cheating Bastard." Nemesis said.

"But he and the town looked so tired and had been through a lot, I didn't want to be a burden on them."

Nemesis's eye began twitching, "...Alright, you know what?" She stood up. "You ladies talk among yourselves. I've had it! You three are a little too weird which is okay. But you! You, my gift-making friend, are a freak. I can't handle freaks. These freaks I can handle. You, my Dad, and Sati included however, are freaky." she walked out of the room.

"Was it something I said?" Margarita asked.

~A few minutes later in the bathroom~

Sateriasis placed the naked Judge into the warm tub.

"Turn on the radio." Gallerian responded after sinking in. "I like to hear some jazz." Sateriasis rolled his eyes and did what he said, it only took a bit due to Sateriasis being unfamiliar with technology from his own Era, the radio channel to the heavy metal channel on full blast for some reason, Gallerian and Sateriasis covered their ears from the deafening music, but the Duke was able to change it to the channel Gallerian wanted.

"STOP! Stop! It's perfect." Gallerian said as he sank back in. "Thank you."

Sateriasis rapidly shook his head before saying: "I think I lost my ability to hear from my right ear." Just when Sateriasis was about to leave...

"Wait! I want Ice Cream!"

"Seriously? Your in the blasting tub!" Sateriasis exclaimed.

"I won't make a mess idiot, I'll be using a bowl!"

"The toilet bowl?"

Gallerian throws a bar of soap at him, which doesn't count as hand to hand combat. "DON'T RUIN ICE CREAM FOR ME!"

"Alright! Alright! I'll get your ice cream." Sateriasis left the room.

~In the living room~

Nemesis was by the telephone trying to call someone, She was looking through the phone book for someone's name till she stopped at "Kayo Sudou."...Her mother, not the tailor.

"There she is." She said as she dialed in her number on the telephone until she hears a beeping noise in there.

"Hello?"

"Mother, it's great to he-"

"I'm sorry but I'm not home right now but I will appreciate it you leave a message for me K? hugs and kisses *chu* fu fu fu, bye bye! *Hangs up*"

Nemesis stood there with blank expression, "Damn it." She mumbled as she slammed the phone down.

"Anything wrong dear?" Nemesis heard someone in the kitchen.

"I was calling Mother to see if I can reach her, but all I got is her message." She walked into room and saw Sateriasis making a bowl of Strawberry Ice Cream. "What about you?"

"Making a bowl of Ice Cream for your father."

"I can't believe your taking orders form that jackass, why is that?"

"Because I've lost control of my life."

"Eh?"

"No, I had to do to take orders from him, he won't shut up and Allen wanted me to be his legs until he can walk again."

"Drop the Ice cream on his head."

"I would but I can't." He began walking up the stairs, "I don't want to get in trouble."

"He's only Fourteen, you can take on a fourteen year old."

"True, but he has god as his witness, He he he he." He walked up the stairs to give Gallerian his Ice Cream.

"Hm, Good one." Nemesis said with a small smirk.

~Up stairs~

He was about to open the door, but then he noticed something off, he peeked inside and saw Gallerian laying on his back...with his left leg crossed over his right out of the water while humming, it hasn't been two hours and yet..."HE TRICKED ME!" Thought Angrily, "HE WASN'T IMMOBILE AT ALL, AND THAT BRAT WAS IN ON IT TOO! NO ONE EVER DOUBLE CROSSES ME!" He was clawing on the bowl he was holding as his right eye twitches, but then he regained his composure and knocked on the door.

Gallerian sunk his legs down and said: "Come in!"

Sateriasis came in with a smile on his, a smile that hid his true nature. "I got the Ice Cream for you." He said still smiling.

"Ah yes thank you."

Sateriasis lulled him into a false sense of security by handing it over slowly...before slamming the bowl on Gallerian's head.

"AGH! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" He angrily spat while shaking the ice cream off his head.

"YOU AND ALLEN TRICKED ME YOU BLUE HEADED BASTARD!" Sateriasis yelled angrily, finally snapping. "I SAW YOUR LEGS!"

"Ok so we faked my condition, It was to teach you that I don't like being made your whore during twister!" Gallerian frowned at him.

"THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TRICK ME AND LATER MADE YOUR SERVANT!"

Gallerian then stood from the tub, still covered in soap and Strawberry Ice Cream and slapped him across the face, before being slapped back and so on. Sateriasis then grabbed Gallerian by his hair and waist, "OW OW OW OW!" He yelped as Sateriasis dragged the Judge out of the bathroom and bowled his slippery body across the corridor floor like a cowboy at a bar fight until his head hit the boy's bedroom door. "Ow." Gallerian was able to get up before being strangled by his neck. Banica looked out side and exclaimed in excitement: "Holy crap! Naked Beelzenian Wrestling!" The girls saw and started gawking, excluding Riliane who's eyes got covered by Kayo.

Gallerian kneed the Duke in his "eggplant", Sateriasis let out a high-pitch female screech as he let goes of Gallerian, the Judge ran down stairs to the front door.

~Meanwhile down stairs~

Nemesis was opening a can of Pepsi from the fridge, a popular beverage first invented in Mastia during the late 9th Century EC. She heard a ruckus upstairs along with Banica yelling: "Holy crap! Naked Beelzenian Wrestling!" but never bothered to go up, it was then she saw her deadbeat Father running to the front door, naked, and covered in soap and ice cream in which caused Nemesis to spit out her soft drink upon seeing him buck naked. She looked at the can she drank from and proceeds to pour the can out the window.

The door was locked, Gallerian looked back and saw Sateriasis, who had recovered from the Judge's kick, came running down with a broom in hand before Gallerian ran into the living room, Nemesis got in the hallway to avoid the action. "KICK HIS ASS, DUKE!" She exclaimed.

Sateriasis then got on Gallerian's back and began pulling on his leg way back to Saterasis's shoulder, Gallerian yelped in pain as he began pounding the ground. In the hallway, Allen came in through the door with a small black bag in hand and saw the two wrestling in the living room.

"Oh crap, he found out." Allen thought upon realizing that Sateriasis had discovered their prank, he slipped by the hall, only for the Duke to catch him.

"YOU!" He hissed as he began chasing him in the hall, into the kitchen, then the dining room, then back in the living, and repeat, that is until Allen hid in the closet. "LET ME IN YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Gallerian was able to recover and slip back upstairs back to his bedroom.

"Nice butt." Banica said winking, causing Gallerian to blush.

"I got your cloak fixed." Kayo said.

"Thanks." He said, taking the cloak. "Where's that Greedy Bastard!" Gallerian heard Sateriasis yell, he hid in his Bedroom and locked the door. Once Sateriasis left, Allen opened the the closet.

"Prank?" Margarita asked.

"Me and Gallerian don't tolerate the pervert's behavior so we made him our servant for the time be-OW!" Saterasis pulled on his ponytail for the stairs.

"Gotcha! You insufferable little brat!" He said smirking as he dragged him upstairs, he walked in the bathroom and stuffed his head in the toilet and began flushing the toilet.

"A swirly? That's so gross and childish." Nemesis said.

~Downstairs~

There lays a bag Allen was carrying, emotionless...but then Light started showing in it, it then out grew and torn the bag apart, showing a blond headed "girl" with violet eyes, wearing a black bikini top with matching short shorts, slip on shoes, and six small bat wings holding four yellow Mirrors, chained up in "her" hands.

"How bloody rude of the god to put me in a bag all the way here." the "girl" said irritably. "What's going on up there?" The said "girl" flew up with "her" wings and saw Sateriasis give Allen a swirly.

"STOP IT! THAT'S TOO FAR!" Riliane yelled as she began to pull on Sateriasis's ponytail, thus releasing his grip of the boy's head.

"Hahahahahah! There's nothing like a good ol' live sitcom preformed by a pack of circus clowns!" The winged "Girl" laughed. Everyone turned their attention to her upon hearing her laughing.

"Lucifer, what are you doing here?" Riliane asked.

"This child is Lucifer?" Gallerian asked after coming out of the bedroom, wearing his clothes.

"He's my Demon."

"HE?" Everyone but the twins and Lucifer reacted accordingly.

"Why yes, the one and only Demon of Pride! But you can call me "Gou-Chan" or "Lucifer" if you like." He bows, "Now to answer my contractor's question, Allen brought me and my mirrors here."

"True story." Allen answered, drying his hair off. "He knew that something like this was going to happen so he volunteered to be your guys mentor."

"Oh? So now we're taking orders from our demons?" Banica said sarcastically, "They're the one who screwed us ten-fold in the first place."

"We knew what we did was wrong, but we're gonna help you this time, just so Held won't turn us into newts." Lucifer answered up close to the fake demon's face. "With me, It'd be both a learning experience for you seven, and plain entertainment for me."

"How will you do it?" Kayo asked.

"Simple." He took out the four mirrors of Lucifenia and held them up above his head and yelled: "ALTERNATE UNIVERSES!!"

Everyone even Allen was confused of what the demon meant, the mirrors started to glow in a very radiant light until it consumes the entire house, then the box, until nothing.

END CHAPTER

[ryujitatsuya]

Heyyo minna, It’s Ryuuji Tatsuya! We guys always talk about stereotypical views of non-anime fans and how they look down upon us; and also don’t miss a chance to hate us. But while talking about all those external hates and differences in thoughts, we tend to forget some of the orthodox thinking that we often say to a fellow anime lover.

I don’t know about you guys but I have witnessed some people say that:

If you don’t like <<Insert anime title here>> then you have no decent taste in anime.

If you don’t have a Waifu/Husbando then you cannot be a true part of the community.

Romcoms and SoL anime are for girls; Action and Psychological anime are for guys.

You cannot be a true anime lover if you don’t slip in any random Japanese words in your sentences. (Seriously, this one is just cringey)

If you like Dub more than Sub, you’re not a true anime fan.

While we all know that these kind of thinking needs to be changed, the truth is that we have somehow accepted these rules, just to stay in this community. But today, I will be talking about one of the point which has been bothering me for a while.

So, a few days before when I was reading the first post of the ’30 Days of Anime Challenge’ by Shokamoka (By the way, do check them out), I found out that he also prefers SoL or Romcoms more than other shounen genres. But back in the days when he was new in the anime community, he was randomly recommended a shounen anime (I think we all know that the reason he was suggested that series is because he is a guy). Look, I’m not saying that the anime that was recommended to him, was not good, but we will have to understand the fact that it’s up to us whether we decide to like a series or not. I don’t know if he was ever teased or a little frowned upon when he started liking the SoL genre more, but I know that I was and am still experiencing that.

Just because someone likes shounen genre more doesn’t makes him/her more masculine and the same goes for those who prefer the shoujo genre; it won’t make them more feminine. In the end, it all comes down to whether or not we are comfortable with what we watch, because in the end, we all are watching and appreciating anime.

My emotions right now…

I know that I don’t usually write about these kinds of topics, but I got triggered to someone about me liking romance genre and well, I just had to let it out somehow. I, of course, won’t write the name but yeah I just want to share these screenshots of my conversation with him just so you know what kind of mindset some people have about this.

I could have fought with him for hours on this topic but just wasting my time on one guy wouldn’t make any difference, and that’s the reason why I’m here, trying to put my complex feelings into words.

You guys know that I love the romance genre and I can’t resist myself from binge watching a series which is executing that element really well; but at the same, I avoid watching anything near the gore element. Why? Because I’m not comfortable with it. The same is true for those who love gore more than romance, or just hate the romantic genre in general; we can’t force someone to love something.

But yeah, that doesn’t mean I won’t check out some excellent works even if it’s from a genre I don’t usually watch. If I am curious about any series then I will watch it. However, if it’s shoved down my throat only because “I should watch action because I’m a guy” then I’m sorry, I can’t…… and I won’t!

In the end, all I want to say is that, flexibility in checking out works from all the genres is important, but we should all respect the kind of story others want to read/watch too. Just because I like light hearted romance doesn’t makes me any less of a man, and just because a girl like hardcore gore doesn’t makes her any less of a woman. We all are anime lovers and we ought to respect each and every work that deserves it.

Forgive me if I fail to convey my feelings…. Tee hee~ 

So, if you guys feel that I have been wrong in any of my points or if you want to add onto this small rant of mine then be sure to do so in the comments below. Until then, I hope you guys have a great time and as always, thanks for reading!

Let’s Talk About Preferences Heyyo minna, It’s Ryuuji Tatsuya! We guys always talk about stereotypical views of non-anime fans and how they look down upon us; and also don’t miss a chance to hate us.