#i say problem i'm sure there's a train i can hop onto

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i love spanish conferences. for the london one the fee is £90 (£45 if you're a student) and i have no idea if as a speaker i also have to pay the fee or not. in this one in spain i'm planning to speak at attendance is free and if you want to be a speaker you have to pay a total of 10€ as fee.

[brucewaynehater101]

Have you ever read a fic called A Medication On Railroading? Because I think you'll like it. Basic summery with no spoilers: Jack takes Tim on a trip to Atlanta and then leaves him in Atlanta so he goes train hopping to get home. Very hurt/comfort.

But it also gives me an idea that I'm not sure where to share. What if that wasn't Tim's first time getting home like that? Maybe the first time was just New York when he was say... 9 years old? His parents took him with them to a Gala and Jack thought Janet called him a car home and Janet thought Jack took care of it. Neither one did and Tiny Tim figured out how to get home on his own. It happens again when he's 11 so he already knows what to do, he studied up in case it happened again.

After the second time, anytime Tim is with his parents he keeps his camera bag on him at all times which has 300 dollars in it that he can use on getting home. Tim also discovers during the second one that trains are *way* better than busses and cabs. He's all alone, just him and the scenery and whatever cargo his car holds. He can Fully Relax. He doesn't have to be the perfect heir, he doesn't have to smile for the cameras, he doesn't have to be quiet or good or perfectly polite. He can scream and laugh and cry if he wants to and no one will ever know! He can sing and curse and throw rocks at things! He can be a *kid*.

After Tim becomes Robin, he never calls Batman for a pick up if he's abandoned somewhere and instead will make his own way home. Heck, after some missions with Young Justice he will turn off his trackers and ride trains home so that he can loudly vent about them without having to worry about anyone ever knowing what he said!

This does become a slight problem when he's 17 and Bruce needs him for something and finds out from Bart that their mission ended a day and a half ago. But Tim never called for pick up. And his trackers are all offline. And he never hit his emergency beacon and *no one can find him*. Bruce totally isn't freaking out. The other Bats totally aren't freaking out. Young Justice totally isn't freaking out. There totally isn't a panic spreading through the super hero community about Red Robin maybe being dead I a ditch somewhere and how both Batman and his team will react.

Tim meanwhile is straight vibing as he reclines on a stack of bags of rice like they're pillows, singing along to some sound track he downloaded onto his MP3 player, having turned the volume to max and nearly screaming the lyrics because it's the one time he feels like he can.

Yes! I love that fic you mentioned. It's really really good. Perhaps I should re read it since it's been a minute.

Also, I absolutely adore the little tidbit you've added. A few things to note that I love about it:

No one else knows/finds out until he's Red Robin

It's a semi-decent coping mechanism. He gets to chill out, vibe, and process. He's also in touch with nature and music during this.

Tim drops his various masks to simply exist for a bit

Tim chilling on some rice bags in a train cart with an MP3 player (not even his phone. This indicates he's fully offline during these trips)

A few additional notes to add. One, this could buff up the canon notion that pre-Robin Tim traveled far to go see Dick at the circus and convince him to become Robin again. If Tim had already done that twice unexpectedly, he'd do swell when he actually plans to do it.

Two, Tim probably created a white noise generator or something to give him totally privacy on his "me trips." This is why Kon and Superman freak out. They can't hear him.

Three, he probably gets covered in grime, dust, and dirt. He's no longer in the pristine environment he grew up in.

Gods. That sounds so nice and relaxing. I'm actually kind of jealous. Just the wind, music, and the slowly changing scenery? Fuuuck.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi vod'ika

I'm pretty sure I saw a post saying your requests were open,

If they are please could I get Alpha 17(or fox, rex, wolffe) with some kinda civilian contractor, some kind of pining a lil bit of friends/coworkers to lovers vod teasing about this very obvious crush bit of feelings realisation (my favourite) (there can be smut or not up to you)

I love the way you write Alpha 17 especially but I don't mind really who you write it for!

The Edge Of Dawn

Summary: Alpha-17 doesn’t have friends. His job is to make sure that the cadets survive to adulthood, and that’s it. There’s absolutely no reason that he should be so comfortable with the civilian contractor who is in charge of teaching the cadets how to slice. But if Fordo doesn’t stop making smart comments, Alpha’s going to be down one vod.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1616

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this took so long to get back to! It took me a while to come up with an idea that made me happy. I don't know if I followed your prompt to the letter, Alpha-17 doesn't do emotions well after all, but I think I'm happy with it!

“Alpha,” There’s a small smile playing on her lips as she hops up to sit on the barricade next to the much taller man, a datapad hanging from one of her hands, “What a surprise to see you here!”

He spares her half a glance, and then focuses his attention back on the ARC trainees that he’s currently responsible for, “Yes. What a surprise. That you found me in my training room.”

She beams at him, unrepentant, “Your little ducklings seem to be doing well.”

“Don’t call them that.”

“Your tooka kittens.”

“Not that either.”

“Your-”

“Is there a reason you’re here, harassing me, and not in your office doing whatever it is the long-necks hired you for?” Alpha asks, finally pinning her with all of his attention.

“I missed you.”

“You saw me an hour ago, try again.”

“It’s been a whole hour since I’ve seen your smiling face-” She continues dramatically, only to yelp when Alpha takes a strand of her hair between two fingers and tugs on it. “Rude.”

“I can be ruder.” He counters bluntly. “What do you need?”

She lightly raps her knuckles on her datapad, “There’s something...but I think it can wait.” She finally says, “You could come to my quarters tonight.”

“That-” Alpha is cut off at the very telling sound of Fordo choking on his laughter. “Problem, vod?” He bites out.

Fordo tilts his head towards her, but doesn’t say anything. Though his shoulders are shaking with repressed laughter. And Alpha is seriously considering shooting him.

Instead he focuses his attention on her and flicks his fingers towards the door, “Beat it. I’m busy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Who isn’t? I mean it, Alpha. I need to talk to you.”

“I’ll come find you when I can.”

“Great!” She hops back to her feet and glances at her datapad for a moment, before she beams at him and motions for him to duck his head a little bit.

Alpha eyes her suspiciously for a moment, but does as she instructs. She presses her lips, soft and warm, against his cheek, before she turns and scurries out of the room.

He stares after her, jaw slightly slack, as his hand comes up to press against his cheek. And then he’s jolted out of his shock at the sound of Fordo laughing. Alpha decides to table his, admittedly conflicted, thoughts about the slicer who has wormed her way into his heart, and decides to turn his annoyance at Fordo onto the baby ARCs.

He’s always had an easier time working through his emotions physically, after all.

It’s later, much later, when Alpha is able to pull himself away from his work for long enough to go and hunt down the little slicer. And yes, he did ignore the knowing looks his vod’e were shooting him as he left his barracks.

They’ve been giving him shit about how he treats her for months now.

All of them claim that he obviously has a thing for her (one of his brothers used the word crush and Alpha kind of wanted to punch him for it). He disagrees.

He respects the hell out of her.

He wants to protect her from the long-necks, he doesn’t like the speculative way that they look at her sometimes. And yes, okay, he likes looking at her.

That doesn’t mean he has a thing for her.

Sure, maybe he’s had a stray thought about wondering what it would be like to kiss her. And maybe he’s wondered if her skin is as soft as it looks. And maybe he’s considered what she’d look like if she was pregnant before.

But that doesn’t mean anything.

It can’t mean anything.

He knocks on the door to her suite, and it slides open surprisingly fast. Fast enough that his hand is still raised when she drags him into her suite.

“Were you waiting?”

“Yes!” She slams her hand on the control panel, shutting and locking the door before she turns and hurries deeper into his suite.

There’s a strange humming noise coming from a small device sitting on her coffee table, and it takes Alpha a moment to recognize that it’s a jamming device. Slowly his eye brows creep up as he looks around the suite.

Like all of the suites on Kamino, it’s small. About the size of a studio apartment. Though her room seems much smaller due to the sheer amount of stuff covering every inch of open surface.

“What’s going on?” She scurries around the room and Alpha takes note of a packed backpack sitting at the foot of her bed. “Is that a bug out bag?”

“No!” She pauses, “Well, yes. Technically.”

“Are you running away from Kamino?” Is he...hurt? He is. He thought she liked it here.

She grabs her datapad, her personal datapad based on the ridiculous looking purple protective case wrapped around it, and she turns her panicked gaze towards him.

All of his hurt feelings fly out the window at the look on her face, and he immediately shifts into, what she’s called, his badass soldier mode. “What happened?”

She won’t meet his gaze, and her free hand is fluttering over the designs on the protective case. And Alpha’s heart sinks. He’s not going to like what she’s about to say.

“Um, so...you remember why I was hired in the first place, right?”

“Yeah. The Jedi were worried about Seppie slicers getting into these computers. You were hired to update the security. Which you did.”

“Yes! Yes, I did.” She lifts her gaze from where it was tracing the paint on his chest place, “I…” She takes a deep breath, “I have a thing.”

“A thing?”

“I don’t like secrets. And I don’t trust the Republic. And I really, really don’t like the Kaminoans.” She says quickly, “So…”

“So?”

“I left myself a backdoor in their system.”

“...okay. Okay, so what. Did someone, other than you, use the backdoor?”

“No. You’d only be able to find it if you knew it was there.” She says quickly, “But, well, I’ve been perusing their system and...and ten years is a lot of stuff to go through, but I learned a lot.”

“Like?”

“Like the fact that the clones were commissioned by Count Dooku on the order of someone called Sidious. Like the fact that all of the clones have a chip in their brain to overwrite their free will.” her grip tightens around her datapad, “Well, all of the clones except for the Alpha Class.”

He was right. He doesn’t like this.

“I think…” She hesitates.

“Well, don’t stop now.”

“I think the clones were created as a trap for the Jedi. I think you were created to kill them.” She says quickly.

Alpha doesn’t say anything for a long time. And then, slowly, he exhales. “Okay. So how do we fix it.”

“You believe me?”

“You’ve never lied to me before.” Alpha pins her with a look, “I assume you have a plan.”

“Chips can be hacked. There must be a computer or terminal somewhere here that will allow me to overwrite the code on the chips. I just...need to find it.” She finally loosens her grip on her datapad, “This computer isn’t hooked up to the regular network, I know. I’ve looked.”

“You’ve looked.”

“...your brothers are very talented. But a lot of them are going to die if they turn against the Jedi. I don’t want that. I...don’t want any of this.”

Alpha stares at her for a long, long time. His brothers were wrong. He doesn’t have a crush on her. It’s so, so much worse.

“Alpha?”

He’s in love with her.

“Hello?”

Obviously he needs to claim her as his before they go any further with this.

“Do you need a medic? Should I call for help?”

Alpha snaps back to attention when she waves her hand in his face, worry written clearly on her face. He catches her wrist, and pulls her arm to the side.

“Oh, there you are. You went somewhere else for a bit.” She says, the worry fading away now that he’s moving again.

“I was thinking.”

“Oh, I know this is a lot-”

“Not about that.” Alpha interrupts.

“I...what?”

His grin is sharp, “I was thinking that I’m going to kiss you and claim you as mine, and then we can work out a plan on how to save my stupid ass brothers.”

She just blinks at him, startled, but she doesn’t try to pull away as he leans in and presses his lips against hers. In fact, she enthusiastically kisses him back.

Alpha releases her wrist and cups the back of her head to hold her close, deepening the kiss in the way that he’s been dreaming of for longer than he’ll ever admit to, and then he pulls back and presses his forehead against hers.

“Now,” He murmurs, “Is there anything else you learned that I should know?”

She blinks at him through hazy eyes, “Uh...Jango Fett is alive and in cryo in the basement.”

“What!?”

“Um, the Jango Fett who died on Geonosis was another clone who took his place. Apparently.” She says quickly.

Alpha stares at her for a long time, “Oh...kay. We’re going to table that particular crisis until we deal with this one. I’m going to go get Fordo and General Ti. You-” He pauses, “You’re going to hide your bug out bag and clean up some of this mess.”

“Oh. Right.”

He moves his hand so he’s able to brush his thumb across her lips, “And then, we can talk about us.”

And a small smile crosses her lips, “I’d like there to be an us.”

“Me too.”

[moonlightpetalz6]

Always There

Character: Chichi

Reader: Female Reader

Warnings: Harsh language, Fluff laced with slight angst

Wc: 2,960

A/n: Hi I love Chichi so much so I wanted to make this fic about her! I hope you can enjoy it!

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The sound of an alarm filled your ears, causing you to let out a small groan as you slowly opened your eyes, grimacing at the bright rays of sun that filled the room of your small apartment. You reach over towards your nightstand to smack the off button before rubbing what sleep remained in your eyes. 'I guess I should start getting ready.' With a tired sigh, you sat up from the comfort of your bed, kicking the blankets off before heading towards your bathroom to start the day. After getting yourself ready and eating breakfast, the phone rang, causing you to stumble around the corner to answer.

"Hello, Y/L/N residence." You answered automatically. A familiar laugh sounded on the other end, causing a soft smile to grace your lips, eyes softening at the beautiful melody. "You sound like you just ran towards the phone, Y/n! How often have I told you that the call won't stop after just one ring?!" You just hummed, leaning your head against the doorframe. "What can I say, Chichi? I'm quick to act." You joked, a small laugh slipping past your lips. Chichi huffs on the other end. You can picture her form standing there, probably cleaning her hands with an apron as she shakes her head with a frown. "I swear I surround myself with impatient people!" She complains, causing your laugh to echo off the walls.

You and Chichi have been friends ever since you were children. The two of you had met during your first day of school when she had smacked a boy who had been picking on you for not having that big of a lunch. Since that day, you two were always seen with each other, your bond closer than anyone's. You were even her maid of honor for her marriage to Goku, that day being one of the happiest yet most painful days of your life.

"Anyways, I was calling to see if you could arrive three hours early for Goten's party! I'm a little behind on preparations, and the boys won't be home until the party starts!" Chichi spoke, her voice hopeful and bright, but after having known her for so many years, you can catch how tired she is. "Of course, I can head over there now if you'd like." You say, glancing at your watch. "Really?! You're my knight in shining armor, Y/n!" The woman cheers, causing a smile to form on your lips, accompanied by a slight blush. "I'll see you in thirty minutes." And with that, you hang up the phone, letting out a small sigh. "Once again, it's me to the rescue." You muttered while glancing at the picture frame by your front door.

The picture consisted of the married couple with you and Krillen next to them, all of you with bright smiles on your faces. You make sure to grab Goten's present, your keys, and anything else you need before putting on your shoes and exiting the small apartment. You hop onto your motorcycle and head towards your friend's home in the woods. 'How long have I been having to help Chichi out? Since their marriage? Or was it since Gohan's birth?' You shake your head at the thought, letting out a deep sigh. You held nothing against the Saiyan warrior, at least not anymore; you became terrific friends from the moment you met. However, there was one small problem. One that no one would ever know about so long as you lived. You loved Chichi. You don't know when those feelings of friendship blossomed into more, but you knew that it would never happen between the two of you as her heart became Goku's the moment they met.

Because of this, you couldn't help but hate him at first. You hated him always putting training and fighting before his wife and kids. You hated the days when Chichi would call you up or even show up to your place crying for her husband on the days he died from whatever danger there had been. You hated how his adorable sons had to grow up or go some of their lives without their dad. It drove you mad before, but now you see it as a regular occurrence. Chichi always told you that even though she had married an idiotic fool, she wouldn't take it back and always held such love in her eyes whenever she would talk about her husband. Because of this, you gave up on that hatred for Goku and focused on giving Chichi and the boys any support they needed.

Before you realize it, you're parking your bike in front of the small and quiet home. You turn your bike off, taking off your helmet with a satisfied sigh. “Y/n!!!” Chichi cheered, waving her hand as she ran from her home towards you. You look at her and smile, jumping off the bike and picking her up in your arms as you spin her around, causing her to laugh at your actions. "Haha! Y/n, it's so good to see you! It's been a while!" She laughed as you carefully put her down. "About three months since I've been here." You admitted while grabbing your things, following her into the home you had become all too familiar with. "So, where is everyone?" You ask, placing your things down while Chichi takes your jacket.

"Gohan is at home with Videl and Pan, Dad is out getting some last-minute things, and Goku took Goten to Bulma's so we can surprise him!" She said, making her way into the kitchen. You hum, nodding your head in response as you join her. "I see. No wonder you needed to call me in." You joked, causing Chichi to elbow you in the gut lightly. "Oh, cut it out, Y/n! You know you're always welcome to come over without having to help with anything!" She scoffs before the two of you get to work in the kitchen, finishing up some of the food. You listen as Chichi complains about how Goten is just like his father and neither of her kids ever wanted to study. This was the usual whenever you were around her. You just smiled, listening to every word, engraving it into your mind.

You loved how passionate Chichi got over her boys and how she only wanted excellent and prosperous lives for them all. "You're a good mother and wife, Chichi." The words slip out of your mouth before your brain can process them. Chichi stopped her rant and looked at you with that gorgeous smile you loved so much plastered across her face. "Haha! You think? Sometimes, I wonder if those boys think differently." She confessed, leaning against the counter while looking out in thought. You watched her silently, wanting to reach out and wrap your arms around her. Tell her she's perfect, strong, beautiful, intelligent, hard-working, but you know better. You know that if you were to do that, you would never be able to get over your love for her, so you remain strong, knowing that it's best for all of you. With a sigh, Chichi jumps up, smacking her cheeks with her hands, causing you to jump, looking at her surprised.

She shakes her head before smiling once again. "Enough of that! Come on, it's almost time!" She laughed, pulling you towards the living room, where the two of you set everything up. "Chichi! I'm back!" You heard her father call. "Hello Ox-King! It's been a while!" You greet the older man in the doorway, watching as a giant smile crosses his face. "Why if it isn't Y/n! It's been a while; come here, sweetheart!" He laughed, pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed lightly, hitting his chest. "Come now! You'll break my ribs if you hug me that tight!" You joked with both of you laughing. Chichi poked her head around the corner curiously before smiling.

"Oh good, you're back! Hurry, everyone will be here soon!" She rushed, pushing both of you further into the house. You roll your eyes at her. "Now look who's impatient." This, of course, earned you a smack to the head.

You watched as everyone started to show up for the party, each greeting you, wanting to catch up after not seeing you in months. You smile and greet everyone before your eyes land on Gohan arriving with his family. "Is that my little Pan?!?!" You cry out, causing the little girl to smile, holding her arms out as she squeals for you. “Y/n!” You scoop her up, nuzzling your nose into her cheek, causing her to laugh. Gohan looks at you and smiles. "It's so good to see you again, Y/n-san. Have you been well?" he asks, touching your shoulder. "I've been good, thank you. Work has been a little busy, though, so I haven't been able to see everyone lately." You confessed, body slumping in defeat. Gohan laughs, tossing his head back as he pats your shoulder. "I see! I see! That's such a relief!" He laughed, causing you to look at him curiously.

Gohan motioned for you to lean closer, which you did as he went and whispered into your ear. "Mom was worried that she did something to upset you, and that's why you hadn't been stopping by." Your eyes went wide at this as you looked at him in shock. "Mom cares about you, Y/n-san." He genuinely smiles as he ruffles your hair as if forgetting you are way older than him. "We all do!" With that, you smiled, nodding before walking back with him. Pan was rambling about something she did at school while you listened to her humming each time she said something that would require a response.

Soon, Goku and Goten arrived, causing Chichi to shush everyone quickly as she prepared to surprise her youngest son. The doors opened, and everyone yelled surprise at the young boy who stood there in utter shock. Goku laughed, asking if his son was shocked. You watched as Goten smiled, thanking everyone as the party started. You walked around talking to many people, enjoying catching up with those you had considered close friends. "Hey, Y/n!" You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to stop your conversation with Bulma. You looked to see Goku standing there with a piece of meat in his hand as he flashed his signature smile, giving you a small wave. "It's been a while! How's it been?!" He asked enthusiastically. You turned to Bulma, excusing yourself, to which she just smiled, nodding her head before walking away. "Hello, Goku! I see you're stuffing your face as usual!" You laugh, going and hitting him in the stomach. He laughs, scratching the back of his head shyly.

"I haven't seen you since I returned to earth. Has everything been okay? Do you have a boyfriend yet?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. This earned a glare as you held your first up vein popping on the side of your head. "Watch it or I'll beat you." You growled, causing the Saiyan to laugh as he apologized while smacking you on the shoulder. "I'm kidding! Kidding! It's just really good to see you! You should stop by more!" He laughed before taking a bite out of the meat in his hand. "And you need to stop dying on everyone!" You scolded, stepping on his foot and causing him to whine. This was the usual relationship between you and Goku. He would tease you with stupid words or pranks, and you would scold him while beating him up.

Goku scratches the back of his head, laughing nervously. "Oh, come on, Y/n, it's not like I do it on purpose." You felt your eye twitch as you crossed your arms, letting out a deep, frustrated sigh. "I understand that Goku, I do." You trailed off momentarily before looking up at him, eyes locking. "But you don't always have to be the world's hero. You can also be a hero for your family, ya know?" You sighed, defeated. Goku just smiled, his eyes filling with care and appreciation as he ruffled your hair like Gohan had done earlier. "You know me, Y/n, I can't help it." Before bending down to your height, he confessed, causing you to get irritated, but you knew it was so that he could whisper something to you.

"Thank you for caring for my family when I fail to Y/n. You've always been there for us, and I do appreciate it. So, whenever you need something, don't feel like you have to do it alone, okay? Just call one of us, and we'll be there!" He laughed. You just looked at him in awe, not expecting such words from Goku. From the moment you met the man, he was a complete idiot, and you told Chichi that when she first introduced the two of you. You shake that off and give a small smile. "Thank you, Goku." He smiled before running over to Vegeta, sitting away from everyone, looking annoyed.

As the party progressed, you sat away from everyone, tired of the day's activities. 'I should probably head back soon…Chichi seems busy, and I haven't been getting proper rest.' You thought while scanning over everyone. Eventually, your eyes land on Chichi, standing with her family, watching Goten go through his gifts with pure joy. You just stared at her, your chest and mind swirling with emotions before pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut. 'Dammit…maybe I should try dating.' You mentally cursed a frown on your face.

This didn't go unnoticed as Chichi glanced over the crowd, her eyes landing on your tired form, taking in the frown on your face. She frowns at this, quietly excusing herself as she makes her way over to you.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?" Her sudden voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked at her internally, wincing as you took in her worried look. You pushed away all your thoughts and feelings as you looked at her, a soft smile replacing the frown on your face. "Hey! Everything's fine; I'm just a bit tired, is all." You hated not telling Chichi the truth, but you knew it was for the best. Chichi frowned at this as she leaned closer, her face inches from yours, causing a blush to appear as you avoided eye contact with her. "W-what is it? Do I have something on my face?" You asked nervously. Chichi doesn't say anything for a minute before she goes and flicks you in the middle of the forehead.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" You cried, rubbing the now irritated skin. "You need to take better care of yourself, Y/n! I swear, ever since we were kids, you never had a proper schedule or even a routine!" She scolded, pointing a finger at you. Surprised, you just looked at her as she went on a scolding spree, crossing her arms. "Honestly, how much longer am I going to have to take care of you?" She sighed, shaking her head. You soon smile as you go and wrap your arms around her shoulders, laughing as you poke one of her puffed-out cheeks. "Oh come on Chichi! I'm perfectly fine! Look, see?! My skin is as clear as day and my health couldn't improve!" You teased a sly smile on your face.

Chichi shot you an annoyed glance as she went and pinched your hand, causing you to whine as you tried to free yourself. "Hey! What was that for?!" You yelled lightly, pulling on her hair. "Ouch! Y/n, why you!" Before anyone could process what was happening a few feet away, you and Chichi were on the ground fighting with each other.

"Mom?! Y/n-san?!" Gohan yelled, surprised, not understanding what happened to cause this. Everyone watched in surprise while Goku laughed, walking towards the two women. "It's just like old times!" He cheered while separating the two of you, holding you both by the backs of your shirts. "She started it!" You both yelled, pointing at the other. Goku just laughed, rolling his eyes at the two. "Come on, girls! You two are too old to be fighting like that anymore." He laughed, causing everyone to go silent as a cold breeze passed, sending shivers throughout everyone's body.

You and Chichi looked at each other, faces blank as you nodded in agreement, causing the warrior to look between the two confused. "Eh? Did I say something wrong?" He questioned. You and Chichi just smiled before tackling Goku to the ground, earning a cry from him while everyone else laughed as they watched the two women tickle the Saiyan, who flailed around on the ground, begging for them to stop. You both just laughed, holding your stomachs in pain, tears in your eyes. You look over at Chichi, watching her beautiful smile fill your heart with pure bliss. You smile, a slight blush on your cheeks as you take her hand, causing her to look at you with a toothy grin as you help each other up.

'Chichi…even though we can't be anything more than friends in this lifetime.' You think as she pulls you towards everyone, her hand gripping your own with her delicate skin. She looks back at you, that excited glint of life in her eyes. "Come on Y/n I made sure to save you some cake!" She laughed as you smiled, running past her hand still in hers. "In that case let's hurry up!" You laughed, wanting to beat the Saiyan men to the last piece of cake that Chichi spent hours making.

'I'll always be with you…loving every second we spend together.'

[xf-cases-solved]

S1E24: The Erlenmeyer Flask

Case: Our very first season finale! We made it! And as far as X-Files finale episodes go, this one is moderately comprehensible. Mostly. It all starts when Deep Throat recruits Mulder (and by extension, Scully) to investigate the disappearance/presumed death of a guy named uh—gimme a sec—William Secare (I forget names more than I forget locations, and y'all know how often I forget locations). You will remember Secare from the cold open, when he was chased down by some cops and then shot as he jumped into the water, and also his blood is green (think Vulcan, but more acidic). Deep Throat insists that getting to the bottom of the Secare case will get them closer than ever to the Truth. 

Spoiler alert: They do not learn the Truth by the end of this episode.

They do, however, meet a grumpy scientist with a room full of monkeys, who then gets murdered and leaves behind an Erlenmeyer flask labeled "purity control" that might be relevant to the title of the episode. Between bacteria that shouldn't exist, and our first (but not last) encounter with naked guys in tanks, things start to get pretty chaotic. To top it off, Mulder gets his first hit of alien blood burny face disease of the series, and then gets taken captive. Scully and Deep Throat have to work together to save him before it's too late. This goes... not great for Deep Throat in the end. 

Mulder finds extremely damning evidence, only for it to disappear like five minutes later like usual; Scully comes face-to-face with an alien fetus as well as exterrestrial bacteria and yet somehow there are still like 6ish/7ish more seasons to go before she even considers hopping onto the alien belief train; I have that problem I have in every X-Files conspiracy ep, which is that I can't tell middle aged white men apart, nor can I remember names, so I have no idea who is doing what for the majority of the episode (wait until we get to episodes with clones and shape-shifting bounty hunters, man, it's fucking torture); Deep Throat imparts some very important wisdom; and, oh yeah, the X-Files gets shut down.

It's a season finale for the history books, y'all! But I hope you're ready for shit to really get real, bc now it's time for... season 2! ( 🛸🛸🛸🤫)

Does someone die in the cold open: I dunno, does he die? Sure looks like he should have died, what with that gun wound and everything. There's no way he couldn't have died, right? (No, he didn't die.)(At least not in the cold open, I mean.)

Does Mulder present a slideshow: Nope, no finale slideshow :(

Does the evidence survive the investigation: Lol, good one

Whodunit: -vague gesturing at middle aged white guys who work for the shadow government probably-

Convictions: You're cute

Did they solve it: No, but I'll give them experience points, because I'm a kind and benevolent stat collector. They did lose Deep Throat from their inventory tho, whomp whomp. 

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

THIS EPISODE IS SPONSORED BY: It not being monkey pee. You're lucky it's not, otherwise you'd be on your own.

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 12 (streak ended, and you got the x-files closed down, good job guys!)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, It's Me": 3 (FINALLY this stat goes up, also i changed it so it doesn't just pertain to phone calls, it's just whenever one of them says it)

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 5

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 8

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 8

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably Intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 11

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 3 

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 2

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 13 (plus Scully and Deep Throat hang out some too) 

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2

Total Number of Times Someone Correctly Guesses a Password: 2 (usually it's mulder, but scully got to do it this time)

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 2 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 2 (arguably the most notable "trust no one" of the series) 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 3

Total Number of Times Someone Says "The Truth is Out There": 2

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 6 (apparently the one place he won't smoke is that storage room in the pentagon) 

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Lone Gunmen Sightings: 1

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 0 :(

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 9½ (i upped the stat bc i did look, but i'm mad bc it was just one of those dc/maryland/adjacent areas episodes so i should have known better)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 5 (i followed this one fairly okay sort of)

[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Sixteen|

(Everyone ignore the fact that I used Fuyumi's name in the last chapter, I totally forgot she was a Todoroki. It's been a while since I've watched the anime (as in I haven't watched it since season six came out and I'm still not watching it lol) So yeah...whoopsie)

You had notified your landlord that you were moving, and began packing right away. You practically forced Dabi to help you, since you couldn't move most of the heavier things. By the time everything was moved into the moving truck, the house was completely empty. You almost hated to leave, so you took one last look at the place before heading outside to the truck. "Hop in, we're leaving." You says to Dabi.

"Hold up, who says you're driving?" You gave him a look. "I do." You said with crossed arms. "Got a problem with that?"

"I do actually. You don't have a car, I can't imagine you can drive worth a shit...How does that work anyway? Don't you go places? Like work?" Dabi asks. "Everything is close by, my work, the store, I just walk or take the train. And I can drive just fine! It's just, been a while, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Anyway, get in the car. I'm driving." Dabi said as he got in the driver's seat. You went to protest but gave up, you were too tired from moving shit all day to care much. "Do you even know have to drive?" You asked as you got in the passenger's seat. "I'm a grown ass man, yes I know how to drive." Dabi said as he turned on the vehicle. He backed out of the driveway before driving off. You watched as the house grew ever distant. You sighed and slumped in the seat.

"I thought you'd be more happy. You don't have to pay that outrageous rent anymore." Said Dabi, his eyes focused on the road. "I am happy. But, I've been there for a while you know? It's like, kinda weird to just up and leave it you know?" You said while fiddling with your fingers. "I don't, I never like to stay in one place for too long."

You narrow your eyes. "Then why have you been staying with me for so long?"

"Because you're useful to me. Well, your quirk does. I'll tolerate staying somewhere when it's beneficial for me."

You huffed and looked out the window. "Whatever." There was then silence between the two. Dabi turned on some music to fill the awkwardness but it still lingered. After a while, you spoke up. "You don't have to sleep on the couch anymore."

"Oh? Offering me a place in your bed? How bold of you."

If you could punch him you would, but that would put you in danger too since Dabi was the one driving. "No, idiot. You'll have your own room to sleep in." Dabi glanced at you for a moment before looking back on the road. "What's the catch?" He asked. "No catch. You're just lucky, the house came with two rooms. I could be cruel and make it into an office."

"Buuut?" Dabi pressed. "But you're also lucky that I'm not cruel." You says, making Dabi chuckle. "Sure."

You and Dabi moved everything into the house by the end of the day, and they were both exhausted. You, not feeling like cooking, ordered some takeout before crashing on the couch. "What a day." You exhale. "Why are you so tired? You had me doing most of the heavy lifting." Dabi sat next to you. It was true, you had made him move a handful of heavy things. It's not like you could have afforded to pay someone move it for you. So, Dabi was your next best thing.

"I had you put your muscles to good use." You shrug. "And I helped out some, I helped you move the couch and my bed. Speaking of, you'll need a bed won't you?"

"No, I like sleeping on the floor." Dabi said sarcastically. "Alright, saves me the trouble in taking more money out from my bank account." You stood and walked away from the couch and into the kitchen. There were still a few cookware you hadn't put away yet. "Sleep on the floor then."

"I can get my own bed. Worry about yourself." Dabi kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "Right, because a villain can just walk into any mattress store and buy a bed." You crosses your arms, Dabi shoots you a look. "I have my own bed."

"What?" Your arms drop to your side. "So, you've had a place to stay this whole time!?"

"I never said I didn't." Dabi smirked. "Your old place was just a lot more...cleaner." If there was ever a time you wanted to strangle him more, it would be now. "So all the times you needed to lay low...you had your own place to do so?" Dabi nods. "Yep."

You wanted to slam your head into a wall. God you fucking hated him.

"Then why, may I ask, have you been mooching off me this whole goddamn time!?" Dabi lazily turns his head to look at you. "Because like I said, your place is a lot better than mine." He answers simply. "You are fucking unbelievable, you know that? This whole time I thought you were homeless or something. But you had a place you could have been staying at." Dabi lets out an annoyed sigh before standing and walking over to you.

"I thought I made it very clear that I had been using you this whole time." You glare at him. "No shit. You threatened to kill me if I don't do what you say."

"Hey, I've toned down the threatening." Dabi defends. "Besides, you held my life in your hands that one night. You could have just let me die right then and there, but you didn't. You could have freed yourself, could have blamed my death on self defense if someone found out. Yet, you gave in and healed me. Why's that?" A sick grin found it's way onto Dabi's face. "Don't tell me, you actually like me. You wanna keep me alive for something don't you?"

You frown. "I already told you why. You've forced me to care about you."

"Yeah fucking right." Dabi's smirk dropped into a deep frown. He was mainly just wanting to find out himself. No one could be that kind and caring, not even you. So he pressed further, not giving you the chance to defend yourself. "Are you lonely perhaps? I've noticed you don't have many friends, if any. We're you keeping me alive to fill that void? How pathetic."

You couldn't believe what this arrogant bitch was saying to you right now. "I may not have friends, not like that's any of your business, but I would sooner take a hot cast iron skillet to the face repeatedly, than ever befriend someone like you!" You pushed past him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "Then what?" He demanded. "Why did you keep me alive that night? More than that, why waste your time saving someone like me in the first place!?"

"Because I can't let my mother's words mean nothing!" You jerk your arm away. "From day one, my mother had shown nothing but kindness to the people around her. And yet, she was taken advantage of by everyone, even by my own father! She was quirkless for fucks sake, she had nothing but her kindness!" You continue.

"She was treated as less than by everyone, yet she still had the strength to smile and care. And there was a time when I thought she was better than any hero out there, she was my hero, and she was taken away by people like you!" Your voice cracked, not even noticing that you were crying until now. "But if she were still alive, she would have forgave them, because that's just how she is. And if I can't be half the person she was, then what's the point?"

"I have a useful quirk, a quirk that can save lives, but I'm no hero. I never wanted to be a hero. But I can still share this quirk with the people around me." That's what your mother had said while she was still alive. She was fine with you not wanting to be a hero, unlike your father, but she did want you to try and put your quirk to good use. To use for the betterment of the world around you. One could say it was a lot a pressure for a child, you wouldn't disagree. But what else could you do?

However, you were no hero, you've failed to become a doctor, and now you've gotten yourself involved with a villain. You felt that you were only letting your mother down day by day. You weren't bettering anyone's lives, or the world at that.

"I want to continue where she left off. I saved you, because I cared about you, about what might happened to you if I didn't act. I would have done the same for anyone else."

Dabi clenched his fists tightly. There was just no way someone could care about him, not you or anyone. It can't be this simple. "Yeah? And what if you knew it were me? A villain? Would your "kindness" shone through then?" He asked, a venom lacing his tone.

"I would have."

"You're lying!" He snapped. "You hate me! I bet it would have brought you joy to watch me die right then and there!" You shook your head. "It wouldn't have. In fact, I'd never stop thinking about it."

"I'm a villain you idiot!" Dabi exclaims. "I don't deserve kindness! I'm a killer, you think a killer deserves an ounce of pity? No, how about this? What if the villains responsible for killing your mother were here right now? What would you do then?"

You took a moment to think about your answer, but the only thing you could say was-

"I don't know. I doubt I'll ever cross paths with them again, and I've never thought about what I would do before. But, my anger doesn't come from hating villains. In fact, I could never say I hate villains. I don't favor them, don't get me wrong. But I have a feeling, the most of them, turned out the way the did for some reason." Y/n sighed deeply. "The heroes aren't necessarily the good guys either. I know a lot of them are just in it for the money and the fame."

Dabi didn't expect to hear that, he let her go on. "I know it because my father works with them. But I can't speak for every hero, so there's that. I don't know a thing about you, but I do know this, whatever you went through, why you turned out like this, I'm sorry that it happened." With that, you turned and walked away.

Dabi made his way to the front door and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him

He needed to blow off some steam.

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[teenage-idiot]

In the Blink of an Eye - 6

Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.

*WARNING SPOILERS*

Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.

741 words

CHAPTER 6

I flung open the door to my room and kicked off my shoes, walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I stripped out of my dirty clothes and hopped in the shower. I let out a sigh as the hot water hit my back, relaxing me after a stressful day hard at work. I finished showering after what was probably half an hour, and got ready for dinner. 

Quite soon I was completely ready, and I still had some time before I had to be downstairs. I flopped onto the bed and just lay there for a few seconds, thinking about everything that had happened to me over the past few days. I was lost in thought, and then a loud knock at the door made me jump, bringing me back to reality.

I strolled over to the door and opened it, revealing none other than Hawkeye himself.

"Hi Clint," I said.

"Hi y/n. I just wanted to say that you did a great job at training today."

"Oh, thank you."

"No problem. I actually have something for you."

Immediately, I was incredibly curious as to what it might be, "Oh really? Okay."

"Yeah. This is for you." 

From behind his back he produced a long, black bow, and placed it gently in my arms.

"Wow, you didn't have to-"

"I know. I just saw what a good archer you are and I thought you'd like it."

"I do. I really do. Thank you so much," I smiled widely at him.

"You're welcome," he chuckled, "You can bring it to training tomorrow."

"I will. Thank you."

"See you at dinner," he nodded, and then walked away down the hall.

I shut the door and looked at the bow for a minute, admiring it, and then placing it away in the cupboard safely. No sooner had I done this than there was another knock on the door. 

I frowned, wondering who it could be this time, but nonetheless, opened the door to greet whoever was waiting on the other side.

"Uh, hi y/n."

It was Pietro, standing there rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Hey Pietro," I smiled, genuinely happy to see him.

"I was just curious to see if you might want to walk with me to dinner?" he raised his voice at the end, as if he was scared I might slam the door in his face.

"Yeah, sure. I would like that," I said softly, giving him a goofy grin.

He breathed a sigh of relief and cracked a smile, so that we were both standing there smiling like idiots in the hallway. I snapped out of my daze and turned to close the door behind me.

On the way to dinner we struck up a conversation about one another, and started to get to know each other a little better.

"So...super speed?" I asked.

"You only just noticed?" he smirked down at me.

I laughed with him for a few seconds, and then we began talking again.

"So what about you?" he asked, paying full attention to me as he talked.

"Well, you know I got my powers from Hydra, telekinesis and all that-" 

"No, I mean what about you. The real you."

I just stopped and stared at him blankly, slightly taken aback. No one had ever been interested in me before. If anybody ever did talk to me after learning what I can do, that was all they cared about, wanting me to show them a few 'tricks' or do something 'cool' for them. Nobody actually cared about me.

"Well, um, what do you want to know?" I asked, sort of unsure on what to tell him.

"Anything," he spoke in a gentle tone, smiling sweetly as he did so.

"Okay, um...My name's y/n, I have super powers, I'm scared of the dark and being alone, oh and clowns! Clowns are scary... Um, I love ice cream, and pizza, and I love to listen to music and sing at the top of my lungs. I also love animals."

I looked at Pietro, expecting him to say something, but instead he just smiled at me, looked down and shook his head.

"You are such a dork," he said whilst laughing at me.

I laughed too, and then opened the door to the dining hall which we'd arrived at, holding the door for Pietro behind me as I entered.

[captainexplody]

Minibike Madness

Charles Gutteral is the Minibike King, man. He drives his minibike everywhere. If he has to go down to the shops and pick up some groceries or other goods, he hops on one of his minibikes, usually the one he's customised himself in order to add more storage space to the front and the back. Some naysayers would say it looks like one of those bicycles with the basket on the front, and he tells them to go fuck themselves, that's not what it's like at all. It's a cool minibike with loads of storage room and it's perfect for going to the shops with.

If he ever needs to pick up one of his friends from the pub or from the train station for example, he pops a side car onto his minibike and off he goes. Unfortunately he was unable to find a sidecar that would fit appropriately onto the side of his minibike, so he had to settle for a regular motorbike sized sidecar. Fortunately for Charles Gutteral, however, his minibikes are powerful enough to drive around with a full sized sidecar attached to them.

See, Charles Gutteral takes his minibikes seriously, man. Serious as a heart attack, get it? He has seventeen different minibikes that he's been working on for most of his life. He has a minibike for every occasion, so long as the occasion could conceivably involve a minibike into it somehow. He has a minibike for mountaineering, he has a minibike with skiis on it so it can go down a snowy mountain (or potentially drive across a lake or similar sort of body of water if he's able to reach the necessary velocity (which he often can because his minibikes go really fast) )

Sure, his wife left him because of all the time he spends on his minibikes. That's what he would assume would have happened if he had a wife, but he doesn't. He's too busy driving and/or working on his minibikes to have time for talking to a woman, much less asking that woman to live with him in his minibike house. I mean lets be honest, he lives in a really big garage, right? There's seventeen minibikes in it, for Gods sake.

You're probably asking yourself, does Charles Gutteral sleep with the minibikes? (I have a very limited knowledge of what other people might think, so maybe I'm making a really big leap here, but honestly I can't imagine anyone wondering anything other than this by this point) and the answer is yes, technically. I mean he doesn't fuck them or anything, he's not putting his penis in the exhaust pipe or anything, that doesn't happen. C'mon now man, what's wrong with you? Who does that? What I mean is, sometimes he's working on a minibike up in his 'bedroom' which is just another room like all the other rooms in his house, a room covered in minibike parts, and when it comes night time he just falls asleep where he is, pulling a grease covered rag over him to keep him warm, and yeah sometimes when he falls asleep there's a minibike beside him, and he puts his arm around it and cuddles it. Yeah sure, sometimes that happens. Is that a crime? You got a problem with that? It's people like you that make me disgusted in the human race, y'know. A man can't even go to sleep beside a minibike that he's been working on for days and put his arm around it while he sleeps to cuddle it but in a totally platonic manner anymore, huh? You sicken me.

Anyway so Charles Gutteral loves minibikes, is what I'm saying. That's it.

[lighthousegod]

I was with you till the last line here! I think the canon event Miguel "broke" is pretty clear, or at least, he seems to believe it is- he wasn't supposed to be there. Miguel isn't supposed to have a happy ending, he was supposed to die. That affected his daughter's upbringing for sure (I have thought abt her being spiderwoman! Maybe she was meant to live with her uncle Gabriel), and all the people he knew, but those are just the butterfly effects of the initial break, which he believe was that he existed in the universe past "his" death.

This is where I think my opinion diverges from a LOT of Miguel analysis, cause many have come to the conclusion that Miguel is running from guilt. Op's analysis seems very thorough and well done, but I've seen a ton of fans who assume Miguel is wholeheartedly a selfish, cowardly villain, and they came to this same conclusion- if Miguel's canon theory is proven wrong, he has to blame himself for the destruction of Gabriella's universe. And that genuinely doesn't make sense to me because, first and foremost,

He already does.

The canon theory doesn't absolve Miguel of guilt, it HINGES on it. He shows us that, it's why he's so hard on Miles- he believes that, if you prioritize your happiness over the way things "should" be, you will cause an anomaly and the universe will collapse. Now, obviously his situation isn't the same as Miles, cause Miles really didn't do a damn thing wrong and saving his dad is still not the same as hopping universes, but I digress. I don't think Miguel is projecting his guilt onto Miles, I think he's projecting his insecurity- he isn't like the others, neither is Miles, and for some reason he thinks that makes both of them dangerous. Now, I don't know why he'd think that (unless SOMEONE is lying to him, but nobody wants to hear all that), but the train scene kinda solidifies it for me that he does. Cause the original chase wasn't about Miles being an anomaly, it was about Miles trying to save his dad. By the end, though, Miguel is saying his existence in the first place is causing the problem- now, logically, I assume Miguel thinks the universe can correct certain breaks in canon if everything else goes to plan, but it can't do that forever. However, we don't even know that. We know almost nothing about this theory, about where it came from, about who came up with it (though everyone seems to think Miguel did.. isn't he a geneticist? I suppose they could've changed his field of expertise, but that's odd considering a genetic experiment is what gave him his powers). Either way, it's clear to me that Miguel is CERTAINLY guilty about his universe collapsing, like, incredibly so. He tells everyone this morally skewed decision he made, he admits it wasn't right of him to do, and puts all that out there so other spider-people understand the supposed consequences.

If he was proven wrong, that wouldn't mean he was at fault. It'd mean he wasn't, actually. If he wanted to seem less villainous, that'd be the best thing for him to believe. But he refuses to. He carries his guilt everywhere and uses it to motivate his actions, and it seems like that's all he has in 2099. He didn't project his mistakes onto Miles, he'd already admitted to them. Instead, he projected this belief that he deserved what happened to him because he's already Wrong, already a break in canon to exist like he does. He projects this idea that, because he's different, he should've learned to assimilate and deal with unhappiness that comes with being spiderman (possibly to a greater degree than the original story, considering his comic origin)- I mean, think about how he blames Miles for getting bit. Everyone assumes he's taking Rapture to give him powers, but I'm still under the impression it was his attempt to rid himself of Rapture's addiction that gave him his powers via the experiment being sabotaged w spider dna, like in his original comic. That's genuinely not his fault, either, but he seems to blame himself regardless. If any guilt is being projected onto Miles, it's Miguel's guilt for existing at all, even if he didn't want this life in the first place. He's kinda victim blaming Miles here for sure, but it seems to be because he blames himself for being one, too. (Unless his spiderman origin changed- not impossible! But I do doubt it was something he wanted, all things considered.)

So, if the canon theory being wrong doesn't make him responsible, why is he so attached to the idea? Well, I got two theories:

1, he has a hard time believing he ISN'T at fault. His entire reasoning for leading the spider society is because his guilt motivates him, so he can make sure it doesn't happen again. I assume there is a part of him that is doing this for redemption, but like OP said, he doesn't believe he deserves to want a happy ending anymore- not sure he would be able to admit that part. However, that still doesn't explain why he believes this theory to a fault- why would someone WANT to feel guilty, and welcome that when it seems so miserable? Well, we already talked about how he views Miles' existence as spiderman (something he could not control) as Miles' fault, and it's likely due to him blaming himself for the very same thing (which again, kinda victim blaming.. kinda makes me think someone told Miguel the same shit he spewed to Miles at some point). Which leads me to my second point,

If the canon theory isn't true, and Miguel's existence DIDN'T cause the entire alternate universe to collapse- what the hell did? If he can't blame his own actions, who can he? Well, with all his other canon events, his spider "bite" accident, his addiction to Rapture, and even his fiance's death in the comics all have one thing in common: these things were done TO him. They were not plain old accidents. His addiction started because he was drugged, his experiment to fix it was sabatoged intentionally, and his fiance was killed in crossfire when the son of the Ceo of Alchemax went after Miguel because of his father's favoritism to Miguel over himself. (Spoilers !!!! But even the reason Tyler stone, the CEO, favored Miguel had nothing to do with his own actions- Tyler is Miguel's real father! His half brother tried to kill him out of jealousy, although I'm unsure of whether he knew they were related or not). Now, we don't know how his story differs in the movies, but I'm willing to bet he doesn't blame others, but himself, for every single one. That is because, especially when you lose your autonomy (by being drugged in his case, what triggered his origin story), the lack of control you have can create a terrible mental state. Admitting victimhood is not always an easy thing- sometimes, blaming yourself is the only way people can hold themselves together. Survivor's guilt is a good example of this phenomenon. Especially when someone is manipulated or forced into something, the perpetrator benefits from their victim believing that fighting back, changing the situation, or getting justice is a lost cause. To assure this, they often convince the victim that they're at fault somehow- they chose this, or their ignorance caused it, and they deserve what's happening, so, of course, that no one would bother to help them. It's really easy to convince someone who already has a strong sense of responsibility that everything is their fault, that's like spiderman weakness 101. In Miguel's case, loss of control is an ever-looming threat- I mean, hell, he doesn't even have spidey sense. For him to face that he isn't at fault, he'd have to accept the terrifying reality that these things Just Happened. Knowing the "canon" story, even if he failed at complying to it, reassures him that some things do happen for a reason- and maybe happiness is possible, for the "right" spider-people. If that's NOT true, and there is no destiny, it means none of this was in his control after all- he didn't WANT to have to escape such an unhappy life, and he didn't choose to be targeted. And yet, it still happened. Can you imagine how.. depressing that may seem? Especially considering the guilt of choice is gone- how quickly someone can go from "I have an unhappy life because I broke my canon and have to deal with the consequences" to "there was never a plan, and I'm unhappy due to things that happened to me by chance. There is no reason I am unworthy of happiness, I just am."

Like. FUCK, man. It's so distressing to have your choice taken away. I mean, hell, half of the population of the U.S. is dealing with that right now! It is so, so, so hard to be at peace with a lack of control- especially when you've experienced something malicious, and especially when you have never really lived guilt-free. Miguel's family life was shitty from day one, and I believe even his mom's mental state is something he blames himself for because he thinks he reminds her of their abuser (Miguel's stepdad and Conchatta's husband). My point is, regardless of the details, a main theme in Miguel's story is that he consistently rationalizes the horrible things others do to him by assuming he's done something to deserve it, and he almost never actually did. The worst things he does in the comics are almost always out of fear. So no, I don't think he's running from guilt. I think he's running from the truth- that everything that's happened to him, his fault or otherwise, has been for nothing. He's still unhappy, and he's still alone. That's just... so hopeless. That's so fucking sad, bro.

However I don't think that's true, bro def needs to change his behaviors and stop pushing everyone away. It's just that it shouldn't be bc he hates himself the way he is, for being different or having different experiences or different physical attributes. You can only afford yourself grace if you think you deserve it, and I'm willing to bet he's been told all his life that he doesn't.

Miles is def gonna prove him wrong, tho. I can go on and on abt both of them and their great expectations, but I will not. Point is, he's got that spark, he did way before he put on the mask. Miguel's gonna see it whether he wants to or not.

-Miguel O'Hara Rant

The weight of the world on his shoulders

OH IT'S TIME

Time to share my thoughts that absolutely nobody asked for

So, Miguel Ohara. What's his deal right? Man singlehandendly caused the whole internet to break and thirst for this unhinged man.

But his character is so much more, complex. GOD it's so hard to even describe it, and that's cool but i see some people already theorizing about "his true intentions".

NOT THAT THE THEORIES AREN'T COOL. But people suddenly expecting for a secret twist that ranks him as the "absolute villain" over the spot is well, somewhat weird to me.

Because the thing is, Miguel is no villain, he's more antagonistic if anything (and YES there's a difference and yes I'll write about it later lmao).

We've grown accustomed to twist villains, so we take any complex character and try to pull a card from under the table (like people expecting Lyla to secretly be the one controlling Miguel's actions and is tricking him or something idk - THE CONCEPT IS AMAZING TO READ ABOUT THOUGH, YOU GO GUYS, YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE Y'ALL).

But the conversartion about Miguel's character starts to drift away a little once the theme starts to be more like: "Omg what if Miguel is brain-washing the other spiders into believing he's a good guy by lying about his story so everyone empathizes with him and they ultimately destroy the spiderverse altogether"

And yes THE DARK! MIGUEL CONCEPT IS AMAZING, I LOVE SEEING THAT MAN UNHINGED AND K WORD EVERYONE AND, YOU GUYS WRITE IT SO GOOD????? I LOVE YOU ALL???????

BUT, i don't think think Miguel is lying, at least not intentionally. If anything, he's lying to himself quite hard.

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There's just something... wrong about his canon theory and "the death of the universe" mumbo jumbo.

1st hint: He blankly compares his own actions; literally TAKING THE IDENTITY OF A DEAD MAN TO RAISE HIS OTHER UNIVERSE'S DAUGHTER MAN WTF, QUITE LITERALLY DISRUPTING THE BALANCE OF THE WORLD BC HELLO YOU'RE SUPOSSED TO BE DEAD HERE-, to the spot attacking Pav's universe.

So, something is definately wrong, right? The movie shows us so. We're basically Miles inside the story, we know that the destruction of Mumbattan started before Miles even disrupted the "canon event", we saw the spot leave one of his portal spot thingies behind to destroy Pav's universe from within. And the way it's happening, looks nothing like Miguel's demonstration of a universe dying.

But Miguel wasn't there with us, he just knows someone disrupted a canon event, and the universe is about to collapse.

Sure, one could say "maybe, it's basically happening because the captain didn't die, maybe it was the spot but still the universe it's disappearing because of it anyway so Miguel is essentially right and -"

AND then it clicks, that's how Miguel is exactly thinking.

It doesn't matter if it's not like how it happened to Gabriella's universe, the universe it's collapsing so it's essentially the same thing, right? And that's exactly how a man with severe "universe collapsing" PTSD would think.

Yes, Miguel is deeply traumatized by the consequences of his actions.

For those that are familiar with his base story. This man has gone through it. But he saw himself; in another life, happy, with a family, he wasn't suffering, he wanted that too, so he took comfort on it, because if a version of you can be happy, well you can at least try, right?

But oh no, the fantasy died, he died. Was he not meant to be hapy? Was every version of himself meant to lose everything and become a tragic tale? Was it really all that's to his story?

So, he holds onto the last piece of hope he had and decides to freaking replace his dead self and raise his alternate reality's daughter.

No shit he caused the universe to collapse, right? He stayed too long (and Miguel might be a Genius and all but not even he can just, stop the order of the universe with a fancy watch), he kept the memory of a dead man quite literally alive. And that cost him EVERYTHING.

And what does he do next? Man just latches onto another safe net: "i changed the canon, so the universe died" <- MAN IS TRYING TO MAKE IT A SPIDERMAN THING.

And yes i might be a little to harsh here but well, he's essentially escaping the full pain of the consequences of his actions

"I may have interefered with a natural force but it was essentially the canon being broken so that must've been it"

WHAT CANON DID YOU EXACTLY BREAK MAN? Was Gabriella meant to grow up and become spider-woman? Was this her uncle ben/being an orphan moment? Was Miguel spiderman there too? Was he meant to die so a new spiderman could take the mantle? Was he not spiderman there? Was there another spiderman/woman in that universe? What did Miguel do for him to assume that he broke "the spiderman canon"?

Well, we don't know.

And he's adamant about not even trying to prove or explain his theory further as well. And he's not going to allow anybody to even try to prove him right or wrong.

2nd hint: Why are the universal effects not the same? If Pav's universe is dying bc of the canon, why was the destruction of it faster than Gabriella's universe? Why didn't Gwen's universe didn't die as soon her father resigned from being a captain? Heck, why didn't Gwen's universe die when she left? She left her universe unprotected, there was no spider-woman there.

But Miguel stands his ground, he's right and everyone else is wrong. Because he needs to be right.

Because if he's not, then he killed an entire universe because of his selfish desires of happiness...something that he doesn't even believe himself to deserve to want.

And that's what makes his story so...deeply tragic and enticing. He's a hurt man that pushes any helping hand away, because his mind and heart are not ready to process the whole weight of what he's feeling.

He has taken control over everyone's story because he desperately needs everything in control. He can't allow another mistake that might lead another universe full of innocent people to disappear.

Conclusion: He sees himself in Miles and he absolutely hates it.

He also knows what it is to want your story to be different, to be willing to do anything to be happy and protect something/someone you care about.

And wouldn't it hurt more if Miles gets his happy ending? If Miles is right and nothing happens after he saves his dad, then the canon is basically a useless theory that he made up to find comfort, and he doomed his daughter's reality because he needed to be happy.

He needs to be right, because if he's not, what else does he have?

"We're supposed to be the good guys"

"We are"

[peachiipark]

Adult Trio with a s/o who loves animals. I miss my cats...

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

before i even begin..

okikunorowa, i am SO sorry 😭 i've abandoned your request for this long! honestly, my only defense is that i've been getting into so many different things that i almost completely fell out of the hxh fandom. lately however, i'm back and better than ever! it's impossible to escape the show tbh 💗

i hope the characterization is okay since this is my first time writing for hxh in a WHILE. thanks again for requesting and i hope you can forgive my incompetence 😞

i wish i took a more "OH MY GOD THERE'S A RANDOM RACCOON IN THE STREET ITS MINE" approach now ..

chrollo-lucilfer.com

"chrollo, look!" y/n's eyes brightened as their boyfriend walked into the room. for the past few hours, y/n had been trying to train their pets to learn tricks that they thought fit each of the animals best. "i think they all got it down!"

"kiki, flip!"

"bonnie, spin!"

"bartholomew-"

"bartholomew?" chrollo questioned with a chuckle, slightly tilting his head at his lover.

"yes, the kitten, we've been over this!" y/n replied, frustration bleeding through their words since it seemed like the hour long PowerPoint on their pets had no effect on chrollo. "we'll save you for later, mewmew."

"why don't you come out with me, my love? it's been a while since you've left your room." chrollo gave y/n a loving smile, sitting down on their bed.

"but.. bartholomew just learned how to ride on a roomba! it's.. it's really cute! i wanna see how long he can stay onto it." y/n pouted a bit, averting their eyes from chrollo and back to the small kitten.

"how about this. we can take the animals out with us. i'm sure kiki might love a walk." he tried to negotiate with his stubborn s/o.

"what about bonnie? he likes to hop out of people's arms." y/n retaliated.

"we can make accomodations for bonnie and bartholomew as well, so no excuses for the kitten." chrollo stood up and opened y/n's bedroom door, reaching into the hallway and pulling out a gift for them.

"apparently, there's these.. pet strollers being sold for, well, pets. pet shops have started selling twin carts, so i decided to get one for you, my love."

".."

"chrollo."

"hm?"

"i have never been more in love with you than now."

"that's good to hear." he smiled softly, watching as y/n grabbed their coat.

illumi-zoldyck.com

y/n scanned their surroundings, swiftly re-entering the zoldyck mansion with their guard. thankfully, illumi was on a mission and was not aware of what they had done. "y/n, wait! perhaps we should ask for master illumi's approval.."

y/n spun around, placing down the contents in their hand onto their and illumi's shared bed. "don't worry, i'm sure he won't even notice."

"highly unlikely."

"huh— illumi?"

"m-master illumi!" the butler straightened up her posture, averting her gaze from illumi's dead stare. "my apologies, my lord. t-they really wanted to go the pet shop and i didn't want to abandon-"

"it's okay, you don't have to defend me." y/n turned to illumi, putting their hands on their hips. "yes, i have another dog. it's not like i have a problem or anything!"

"i do not understand the appeal of these animals."

"what about mike?" shifting their weight onto their other leg, y/n gave illumi a puzzled look. "mike's a good boy!"

"mike is a guard dog used for attack and defense. your.. fluffy thing cannot do any of that."

"lumi, don't be mean to him! apologize to coco. he's new here and facing aggression early on will make him more distant! i don't wanna have to try getting him used to me again.." y/n continued to ramble, covering coco's ears as illumi looked down onto him. "please.. say sorry for me? maybe pet him?"

"no."

"oh.." y/n made a sad expression, obviously exaggerating their emotions.

caving in, illumi placed his stiff hands onto coco's fur and stroked it. "i'm.. sorry, y/n."

"one more time!"

"and.. coco."

hisoka-morrow.com

"aren't you coming to bed, my sweet?" hisoka purred, leaning onto the doorframe and eyeing his lover. "i'm sure wigglesworth isn't a better partner than me."

but y/n was most definitely.. not listening! they sat in the low lit living room, their cat's LED bed being the highest source of light. despite sitting there for ages, y/n's thighs most certainly did not hurt. they were too busy admiring their pets to care anyway.

hisoka sighed dramatically, his face dropping into a blank stare. walking over to his s/o, he picked them up and threw them over his shoulder. "wait, put me down! i'll come to bed, i swear!"

"hm.. i guess it is quite nice to see you walk in all pretty. fine." hisoka complied, dropping y/n back onto the floor.

little did he know, y/n wasn't the only one looking all pretty.

".. must the cat really stay right there." hisoka spoke with a forced smile on his face, obviously frustrated by the fact that wigglesworth is getting more affection than him.

"hisoka, don't be a baby."

he let out a sigh, feeling wigglesworth's annoyingly warm body between the two of them.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

[obsidiancreates]

Not As Bad As It Could Be (Gradually Getting Worse) Part 3

Casey stashes his gear in the alley outside of the restaurant, and pulls the stained apron out of the trash. He slips inside, grabbing dirty plates off a random table and slowly making his way closer to the main event.

Vizioso slurps and bites and barely chews, eating as loud as humanly possible. Casey tries to remember that thing Donnie mentioned once, misophonia, maybe? If anyone had it and got within a foot of Vizioso, Casey thinks they might drop dead.

"So what's the problem, huh?" Vizioso says around a mouthful of the wettest spaghetti known to Earth.

"He says the subjects are too inconsistent, boss," one of the twins says. "Doc's havin' trouble telling which ones used to be humans and which ones weren't."

"So whadda we supposed to do?"

"He wants ones we know for sure about. So he can look for uh, identifiers."

"What, does he think we're takin' some of The Shredder's guys? Tell him he gets what he gets for now."

"Whatever you say, boss."

Casey drops the dishes off in the kitchen and bolts back out, throwing his gear on and skating away like his life depends on it. Because it very well might.

He reaches his bike and hops on, pulling his phone out as he gets pedaling. "Red! Oh, man, it's way worse than we thought. Yeah, put the guys on. But uh, might want to keep D out of this one..."

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So. Everyone's hiding something from him.

He knows thanks to a few things. First, Mikey hasn't come into his lab once in almost a week. Second, Raph has also been avoiding him by pretending to read the same comic he's finished four times every single time Donnie enters the living room. Third, Leo keeps asking everyone else to go to the dojo with him for 'extra training', and saying Donnie needs to stay on bedrest. Which, yes. The pain is no better than last week with the bad street pain meds. But it's still an obvious attempt at hiding something.

Not to mention Casey and April. April whispered something to Leo an hour ago, and they all went to the dojo. Mere minutes later Casey burst into the lair and ran straight for the dojo without even bothering to say 'Hey nerd.'

Which would have been normal pre-farmhouse, but post? Casey always says 'Hi.'

So they're hiding something.

Donnie sighs, and winces. He's all tucked into the hoodie again. He's been wearing it nonstop since April gave it to him. It helps with not seeing the crack, but not with not feeling it. He hugs himself tightly, trying to push the crack closed, some small less-than-scientific part of him hoping it'll just click back together and be done.

But all it does is put pressure on his sides, which he thinks he might be bruising with all of his self-hugging. They're starting to hurt, a dull ache not unlike the crack itself. He stumbles over to the couch and eases down onto it, pulling himself into the hoodie like it's his shell.

Stupid shell. Stupid, useless shell. What's the point of it if it can't even protect him well? All it serves as right now is a remind of how he's a mutant Freak.

He whines as another sharp pain shoots through him, making him suck in a sharp breath which just aggravates his sides. Tears prick at his eyes as he tries to breathe through the episode, but the pain sharpens, his sides going from aching to feeling like- like the scalpel did-

He hears the dojo doors open and quickly wipes his eyes, hoping no tears fell into his mask. He focuses on breathing, gritting his teeth through it as Casey steps in front of him.

"Hey Don." Casey holds out some painkillers. "We uh, heard you from the-"

"I'm fine, Jones." It comes out harsher than he meant, and he sighs. "I- it was just a flare-up. I already had the maximum recommended amount of those."

"Oh." Casey pulls his hand away and rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, I could try to find some other painkillers for you."

"Yeah, that ended so well last time," Donnie mumbles. He's not bitter at Casey about it, just... bitter in general.

"Hey, Red and I did tests and everything! We thought it was fine!"

"It's not you he's mad at, Casey," Leo says, gently pushing his human friend away from Donnie. "He just wishes he was healing faster. Right, Donnie?"

Donnie looks to the side. "Sorry, Casey."

"It's all good, man. I know being sidelined sucks."

Donnie scoffs. Not like Casey seems to want to bring him back into the game. They're all still sharing looks. Leaving him out of something.

"Here." Raph picks Donnie up like he's a vase, holding onto his sides while the rest of Donnie stays tucked up into his hoodie. "How about today you do lunch in your lab, so you can do nerd stuff and not think about the pain."

"Raph-"

"Relax Leo, I'm just going to carry him in and bring him some food." Raph carries Donnie like a vase the whole way and sets him down on his chair, then ducks out and comes back in a few minutes later with some ramen.

"Thanks." Donnie lets the too-long sleeves continue to cover his hands as he takes the ramen from his brother.

"Listen," Raph says, looking behind them and then leaning in close. "Leo doesn't want us saying anything, but I think you deserve to know. Slash tipped us off about Vizioso doing something lately."

Donnie stiffens. "Wait, what? That's what everyone is hiding from me?"

Raph nods. "Leo's worried you can't handle it. But you can, right?" Raph gives him a friendly and light punch to the shoulder. "We don't know exactly what he's doing yet, but apparently some of Slash's mutant contacts have gone missing, and Casey said Vizioso might be behind it."

Did the ramen go cold, or just Donnie? He thinks his hand is shaking, but it's hard to tell through the tunnel vision. He swallows. "And you're all going after him?"

"Not right now. I keep arguing we wait for you to get better. I figure you probably want a chance to give the guy some payback."

Donnie's stomach twists. It's not really fear, not really anticipation, just... something. It makes his whole body ache, like he's been waiting to jump into a fight that hasn't even started yet. It's a startling feeling, a sort of cold, consuming rage that leaves him almost dizzy.

Yes. He wants payback on Vizioso. But at the same time he doesn't know if he can even look at him without breaking down.

"I guess," he says hesitantly.

"There he is." Raph pats his back with a smile. "I knew you wouldn't let this knock you out of the fight. We'll show that stupid crime boss exactly who he messed with!"

"A sewer-dwelling mutant geek freak?"

"An awesome ninja who's smarter than most of the stupid humans on the surface. Look, don't tell Leo I told you any of this, alright? He's worried you'll break or something."

Donnie laughs weakly. Raph gives him one last pat on the back, and leaves the room.

Donnie sets down the ramen and tucks himself fully inside of his hoodie, head and all, and tries to sort out his emotions without having another episode.

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Raph gets into bed late that evening- well, morning. Maybe. He forgot to check the time, ad being nocturnal and underground make it's a little hard to guess. But it's probably sometime past sunrise already.

He knew Leo was being overprotective. Donnie had been fine. Donnie is fine. He got one bad injury, and- and something horrible done to him. Something that makes Raph's blood boil and his eyes do the glow thing every time he thinks about it, every time he sees Donnie wince or hug his sides. Something that made Mikey cry for hours until Donnie woke up after they'd brought him home from Vizioso's lab, and made Leo practically ban Donnie from any strenuous activity until he was fully healed. Something that made Raph so guilty and so angry he could drive his sai right into Vizioso's greasy sauce-stained face-

But that's not for him to decide on.

It happened to Donnie. So Donnie gets to decide what they do. And he can't get that chance if Leo keeps leaving him out of everything.

He's not broken. Vizioso didn't break him. His little brother is way stronger than that. He's handled all kinds of terrible torture and people messing with his mind and things like that, and he's always come out on top. This isn't any different. It can't be any different.

He'll be okay.

Raph shuts his eyes, repeating that over and over. He'll be okay. He'll be okay. He'll be okay.

He's almost asleep when he hears the whimpers.

The walls are thick, but everything echoes in their home. It comes again, and then-

A scream.

Short, sharp, and Raph bolts out of bed. Everyone else went to sleep ages ago as far as he knows, and he finds himself alone as he pushes open the door to Donnie's room.

Donnie is laying in bed curled into fetal position, hugging his sides as tight as he can. If he was human his fingernails would be digging into his sides hard enough to draw blood. Raph slowly inches closer as Donnie whimpers again, breathing too quickly for someone who's supposed to be asleep.

"Donnie?" Raph whispers, touching his shoulder.

Donnie shoots upright, eyes flying open and a scream ripping out of him! He starts shoving and clawing at the air in front of him like he's trying to fight something off. Raph tries to move in again but Donnie swipes at him. He catches his brother by the wrist and then grabs his other arm by the bicep, forcing it down. He does the same with the other arm, but Donnie keeps struggling and panting.

"Donnie, DONNIE! CALM DOWN"

His little brother gasps desperately for breath and only manages to suck in his own tears. Donnie's eyes are wide, pupils pinpricks, but they roam aimlessly around the room like he can't see anything-

Raph's heart pounds and he changes his hold on his brother. He grabs his hands instead, giving a firm squeeze to try and ground him. "Donnie, breathe! Oh, f- hey, snap out of it, what-"

"I don't want to be a mutant," he gasps out, like the words will keep him from drowning. Raph's thundering heart stutters. Donnie's eyes remain wide and unseeing, not focusing on Raph even once. His chest rises and falls so quickly that the crack in his shell click, click, clicks as the sides hit together and push apart.

"What're you talking about, man?" Raph's voice shakes. He's heard something once or twice, muttered or shouted from the lab, but-but everyone gets irritated about how they look sometimes-

"I don't want to be a mutant," Donnie croaks again. "I-I don't- help, help I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore-"

"Whoa, whoa." Raph isn't sure what to do, and suddenly Donnie snatches his hands out of Raph's and clutches his head.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it," Donnie whispers over and over and over, still not here, still somewhere far away and Raph can't just leave him alone but what can he do without hel-

Donnie grabs at the crack and tugs.

"Get it off," he breathes out, and Raph's heart stops.

Donnie is trying to peel his plastron off. His hands are weak and fumbling but-

"Stop." Raph climbs onto the bed, his own hands shaking, and he pulls Donnie to his chest. He cradles his little brother, keeping his hands away from the healing crack. "Stop it."

"I don't want it," Donnie whimpers, a hiccupping sob following the plea.

"You had a nightmare," Raph says, rubbing the back of Donnie's shell. "Okay? Just settle down."

"I'm a freak."

"We all are. It's fine."

"I don't want it."

"... I'm sorry." Raph doesn't remember the last time his voice felt so weak.

Donnie keeps crying, whimpering, pleading, and Raph holds him, making sure Donnie's hands stay away from the tender healing wound. Eventually his little brother falls asleep, with one last pitiful clawing at his chest.

Raph stays on the bed for hours, holding Donnie, waiting for himself to stop shaking. He spends the whole time trying to process what just happened.

Donnie whimpers again, and Raph rubs the back of his shell, staring at the blueprints on Donnie's wall.

Maybe Leo was right.

This time IS different.

[capricornlevi]

PLS RA CHOSO♥️

hello lovely! this is another silly little fun fic I'm enjoying way too much, it miiiight be a multichap but we'll see! either way i can't wait to finish writing it, hope you enjoy! <3

R.A. Choso x Reader

“What’s Choso gonna do about it?” Gojo goads you with a toothy grin, “all we’re doing is having some drinks - it’s a Saturday! There’s nobody else here! And look, if we get reported and he shows up, we’ll just get you to answer the door - you can just bat your little eyelashes at him and our problems will be solved!”

“You’re annoying when you drink,” you mutter while passing him to go fetch your phone off the bed. “Well, more annoying.”

You hop onto the bed, Utahime sitting cross-legged beside you clutching a drink of her own. With a smile, you notice her throwing Gojo a withering look. 

It’s not that she disagreed with his general point - Utahime wanted to drink before the party, too - but she’d be damned if she let Gojo try to wind you up without coming to your defence. 

“Oh!” Gojo bursts out triumphantly. “Maybe you’re hoping he’ll stop by! In that case, we can turn on some music? I can ask Suguru and Riko to come by? Bringing in overnight guests without permission means getting written up, right?”

“Shut up, Satoru,” Shoko sighs from her place on the floor. 

“Yeah,” Utahime chimes in. “You either want us to get away with it or you don’t.”

“I’m just trying to stand up for a friend!” Gojo beams up at you all. “You know how the two of them get when they’re together. It’s cute, really. Heartwarming!”

“He’s our R.A, idiot,” you retort, but without much venom. “We haven’t even talked outside of this apartment.”

“Yet!” Gojo corrects you, gesturing dramatically with the hand not holding his beer. “But if my plan is executed just right-”

“-Ok, if you’re gonna keep on this, I’m going to head downstairs to get some snacks,” you reply, sliding back off the bed and throwing on a hoodie. You walk out the door to the sounds of your three friends bickering animatedly, and turn down the hallway to head to your building’s foyer. 

Except when you round the corner, not really paying attention to your surroundings, you bump into the very person that your friends are arguing about at this moment. 

He doesn't look surprised to see you. This means one of two things: either you've already been reported by someone on your floor (which seems unlikely given how it's still early in the evening), or Choso was on his way to come speak with you directly.

Both options make your stomach twist into knots, but for very different reasons.

Looking up at him, you try and look impassive. You try and look like you aren't focusing on him - on his soft but beautiful features that caught your eye that first day, on his hair tied up in that perfectly messy way, on that silver nose ring - piercings were never even really a thing for you before now, you're not sure why you're so focused on it - and on the heavy-lidded way he looks at you.

There's a part of you that hopes your roommates got reported, because that would mean you don't have to think of something to say to him right now. You could just go back to your room sheepishly and watch silently as you get written up.

It wouldn't be ideal, obviously, but at least it would be clinical. Impersonal. Less intimidating than this - whatever this is.

He interrupts your train of thought by clearing his throat softly, then starts to speak.

[a-tale-of-legends]

HOP IN KALOS. FUCK.

Oh poor Jude. I can imagine Leon telling Hop about them. Not bad things! Just that they can be.... intimidating. And intimidating is right.

As for powers, I imagine Hop going to Kalos is a few years after swsh. So maybe when he's 17-18. By then , he would have mostly been training with Zama to control them better, but definitely not a master of his craft. Studying to be a pokemon professor definitely hinders the time for training.

Going back to Jude, they would just spring Hop onto Shauna or Dante if he wants anything related to Chosens. They don't hate the kid, and does want him to learn something about Chosens, but they're not gonna do it. They already have so much on their plate and guiding a "mini Leon" is not on their to-do list( no matter how much of a soft spot they have for the guy). I wouldn't be surprised if Hop is scared of them at first.

And god, I just realized Jude is a nuzlocke protag. Their pokemon died during their journey ( I have yet to get far into the nuzlocke so don't ask me exactly who yet). While they have definitely grieved, and moved forward, I wouldn't be surprised if they accidentally scar Hop in trying to give a lesson about being a Chosen( like telling him that if he isn't careful, those close to him may get hurt or worse, die. There's more nuance in what they are saying but it comes out cold and harsh). It's a blessing that Dante and Shauna and the others are their to help Jude express themselves better.

And TLH is still a thing!!! So much to keep track off, including Hop, who they kinda had to make sure doesn't get hurt ( less Leon tears them apart with his weird space dragon powers....they don't want to touch that whole problem with a 15ft pole, but they must). I'm just imagining the stress.

(... It would be interesting to see Hop walk into Jude having a mini breakdown. Very interesting indeed)

Anyway, yeah, Hop being Kalos is gonna be Something ™. Jude needs a nap :').

Y'all Jude is only 23 by swsh. 28 by SV. They've taken up the mantle of being the "leader" of the Chosens when they were 19-21.

I mention this because I imagine Jude is very busy with a lot of things. Kalos has some issues that needs taking care of, especially after the literal genocide attempt post Team Flare. There's definitely some tension between the public and the league, and as champion, Jude's kinda the main person to smooth things over. Of course, it isn't just them. One, they most likely have a PR team once they become champion, and the other league members put in their work. But this is Jude we're talking about. They aren't sunshine and rainbows, and while they definitely have gotten better in expressing themselves, they are still pretty prickly, not like how Diantha was before. That plus the fact of the changes they plan to bring to Kalos, and I don't think Jude is well liked....among the rich, which is gonna cause a lot of headaches. Mind you, Jude became champion at 17.

Then there's the whole Chosen thing. I desperately need to figure out exactly how all of my ocs ended up getting connected the way they did. Obviously, a lot of them are still champions by the time SM rolls around, but the question is if this was the start of them getting connected or if some of them were already connected before, and have been talking amongst each other ( a lil group chat :3). But regardless, by USUM, Jude is kinda crowned the leader of the Chosens, hence why Kenji contacted them about TLH first. Not sure if the specifics, but keeping an eye on e everything Chosen related, while being Champion of Kalos while also dealing with personal relationships is fucking stressful as hell. And they are only 21 by USUM!!!! By Swsh, when they are 23, things have definitely died down in terms of hell on Kalos. Still struggling with certain things, but overall better. Then Mr. Leon calls asking for a Chairperson for Galar. Fucking hell. And that's not even including TLH out and about( which next to snobby rich people, has been the bane of Jude's existence).

And now, in SV, Jude is 28, still going after TLH and probably still champion of Kalos I haven't exactly decided.

All of this is to simply say: Poor Jude. I made their life so stressful. I mean, I made all my ocs lives stressful, but Jude's just seems so taxing with keeping tabs on literally everything. I wouldn't be surprised if they started growing grey hairs due to the stress.

[nakachuchu]

Yearly Rut | Sub!Bunny!Hinata Shoyo (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: Beast-people AU - Shoyo gets scared after a horror movie and wants to sleep with you.

READER: female

INCLUDES: mommy kink, mother figure, humping, somnophilia, sub/dom, femdom, praise, pet/master

WORDS: 1240

WRITTEN: 04/17/2021

NOTES: This started off with a thrist bc of @iwas-baby and now it's a fic 😋 I also blame @dilfhub bc I cant stop thinking about pet!haikyu men

Shoyo didn't grow up with a mother or a family. His parents and his sister were adopted before him, leaving him alone in the pet shop.

When you adopted him, you became his mother figure. You were the only constant in his life and he absolutely adored you.

He followed you around everywhere you went. If you needed to use the bathroom? He was going to follow you inside and wait in the corner. If you were cooking? He'd be waiting by his dinner bowl. If you were gardening? He'd be playing on the grass.

The only place he couldn't follow you to was your job. He would have hated it much more if he didn't sleep during the day. He was able to waste at least six hours by sleeping, and he would have slept more if he didn't wake up because of how much he missed you.

You worked eight hours a day, so he'd have to waste another two hours until you came back home. He usually pouted and huffed while curling up in your bed.

He technically wasn't allowed in your bed because he had a problem with messing up your bed by biting your blankets out of frustration, but he missed your scent.

"Shoyo, I'm home!"

You could hear the thumping of his feet as he rounded the corner, sliding and hopping toward you.

You laughed as you opened your arms just in time for him to collide against your body and wrap his arms around you.

His ears stood up, hitting you in the face as he rubbed his nose into the crook of your neck. He made sure to scent you after a long day at work.

"Sweetie, I still have to shower first."

He frowned at that. He didn't love showers because he hated how loud it was, but he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.

"Can I shower too?"

You kissed his ear, chuckling when they twitched. "All right, sweetie."

He grinned and turned around, running excitedly to the bathroom while taking off his clothes—which was a simple oversized t-shirt. You could see his cute, puffy tail wiggling before he disappeared around the corner.

You followed after him and took off your clothes before turning the shower on. You washed his back and his hair for him, and he did the same for you in return.

Once the two of you were finished showering, you headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Shoyo sat by his dinner bowl the whole time, patiently waiting until you were finished making your meal so that the two of you could eat together.

His ears swayed side to side as he ate his meal with you at the table. He asked you the same questions he always did each time.

"How was work, Y/N? Did you miss me? Did you eat lunch? Did anything fun happen? Did anyone touch you?"

And you always answered the same way. "Work was good, Shoyo. I always miss you. Yes, I ate lunch. Work is never fun. I shook hands with a client today."

Once dinner was over, the two of you retreated to the living room to watch a movie before bedtime.

"I wanna watch a horror movie today!" he exclaimed.

You leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. He smiled and held onto your waist, fists clenching around your pajama shirt.

"Are you sure? I don't want you getting scared later," you said.

He pouted. "I'm a big boy! I can handle it."

"Okay, sweetie, whatever you say."

And so, you scrolled through Netflix to find a horror movie to watch. Once you picked one and turned off the lights, the two of you settled down on the couch.

Shoyo sat next to you and there was a blanket covering the two of you. He was holding your hand, eyes trained intently on the television screen.

He would jump and his ears would flop down when a jump scare appeared, then he would cling onto you until he felt safe again. The cycle repeated itself, but you didn't mind.

"Y/N," he whined. "Can I sleep you with tonight?"

"I told you you would get scared, baby."

He pouted. "I know. 'm sorry."

You placed your hand on his head and gently rubbed his ears. He leaned into your touch, humming softly.

"Okay, let's go to sleep," you whispered.

He smiled and held onto your hand as you turned off the television and led him to the bathroom to brush your teeth before going to your bedroom.

He hopped onto your bed and slid under the covers, then waited for you to join him. You slid into bed and he covered you with the blanket before cuddling up against you.

"Good night," you whispered.

"Good night. I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too, sweetie."

The two of you slowly drifted off to sleep with Shoyo clutching your shirt tightly, afraid of the monsters under the bed.

He woke up in the middle of the night, feeling hot and sweaty. He kicked the blanket off, forgetting that he was sharing it with you.

He whined at the sight of your ass pressing against his hard cock. You were sleeping peacefully on your side, faced away from him.

He didn't know what day or month it was. He wasn't very good with numbers or keeping count, but it felt like it was time for his rut.

He panted as he gripped your hip with one hand. He started rubbing his cock against you because he couldn't help it. He was whimpering and whining, ears flopping around as he pulled your thigh back to splay across his hip. His hand now held onto your thigh, nails digging into it as he humped your ass.

With you being jostled around and the feeling of heavy breaths fanning your ear, it was no wonder you woke up.

You blinked a few times to get rid of the drowsiness. You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your ass, dampening your panties.

You looked behind you and saw his pretty tears staining his rosy cheeks that glistened in the moonlight.

"Shoyo," you called out.

He didn't even stop. He whimpered and looked at you, sniffling and crying out for his mommy.

"M-Mommy, it h-hurts," he cried.

You cooed. "I'm sorry, baby. I must have forgotten about your rut. Want some help?"

"Y-Yes, p-please."

You spread your legs and he crawled between them, pulling up his shirt to press his cock against your cunt through your panties.

He began to rub his cock against your cunt, scissoring himself with your legs. Your panties were damp because of his pre-cum and your cum.

Each time he rubbed against you, the head of his cock slid against your clit. He whimpered and sniffled, grabbing your leg to hold as support.

"M-Mommy—"

"Are you cumming? That's it. Good boy," you cooed.

He panted and his pace quickened as he sloppily thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing his cute cock against your panties.

"Nngh—"

His cum spurted out, painting your tummy in white. He panted, eyes heavy as his cock twitched.

" 'is not enough, Mommy," he whined.

You knew Shoyo could go on for hours during his rut. It didn't matter how many times he came. It was never enough.

"It's okay, sweetie," you reassured. "Mommy will help."

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 4 here

Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often. 

"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.

"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented. 

Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"

Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even. 

Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—" 

"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!" 

"No skating," Leo said. 

"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.

Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie." 

"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo. 

"Well, what do you think, Don?" 

The decision is up to me? 

Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times. 

"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up. 

"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."

"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places. 

"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way. 

As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge. 

Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place. 

"What are you waiting for, D?" 

The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for. 

"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window. 

"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"

"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be. 

Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–

"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand. 

"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—" 

Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder.  "Just let me work my magic, dude!"  

Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance. 

The phone vibrated. 

Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie. 

"Hey :/

I thought you wanted to stop?"

Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron. 

"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!" 

Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied: 

"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain

Moment of weakness? 

I guess... 

Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand 

Sorry."

Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now. 

"I won't lie, I'm still confused 

But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you

Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me  

lol 

Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward" 

Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off. 

"No, no, it was never you 

Again, I can't really explain…

Is it okay if we just try this again? 

I understand if not."

"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright 

I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool

So let's forget about it, yeah? 

Friends again :) "

And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed. 

"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road. 

Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?" 

On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile. 

"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could. 

"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy. 

As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be. 

Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke. 

"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context. 

"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:

"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"

Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought. 

"Currently out enjoying the night" 

"Isn't it kinda cold?" 

"What about you?" 

He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him. 

It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about. 

From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless. 

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah

I think I'm gonna hit the hay

So goodnight, Bo

Talk to you later (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞" 

She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them. 

"I want to stay up with you but—"

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall. 

"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?" 

These shells, they make us look so big! 

"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision." 

"You mean 'eagle vision'?" 

"They're both birds!"

Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."

"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.

As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.

"One question before I go

You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"

Oh, no.

"No, I don't."

Chapter 6

[froodycartographer]

A Small Complaint About Mapping Systems

Sasha get your head out of the way, we need to talk about maps.

So there's something that's bugged me for a while about the toad rulership structure. We are initially presented with Toad Tower, overseeing the entirety of the valley. However, we find out in Season 2 that Toad Tower is actually the South Tower, one of four. Now, the name implies that this tower oversees the whole southern quadrant. So does that mean that the entire south of the continent is contained within Frog Valley? Should be a simple answer, look at any decent topographic map and we're done. But, no, of course its not this simple, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this.

This might not be surprising to you Apple Maps users, but maps aren't truth. Especially pre-flight, maps had to make allowances for surveyor error, logistical issues, and the math problems that arise from describing a curved surface onto a flat plane. The further you go back, the more having an accurate map becomes a luxury reserved for the rich. And in the weird feudal-adjacent society that Amphibia seems to be in, we could accept that, sure. But that's an excuse, really. I mean, Hop Pop is just carrying a valley map around in Season 1, and despite how useless it is (seriously, you could have just pointed at some mountains on the horizon, you didn't need a picture that literally just shows a town surrounded by teeth to illustrate that point), we will still call it a map for the purposes of this rant.

And what does it show? That we have a valley, and contained within the valley we have Wartwood, and a tower that we will eventually learn to be the South Tower. This matches up with what we seen in Hop-Popular, where the entire valley votes for Mayor Toadstool. (By the way, Amphibia has electoral districts apparently, I don't have that rant prepared yet but Someday)

However, then we get to Reunion, where Sasha states, outright, that the toads rule over the valley. Not the valley and surrounding neighborhoods. The valley and only the valley. And this makes sense! Because otherwise how could you maintain control over regions when you are cut off from broader Amphibia for an entire winter? Even if the South Tower predates Amphibian unification, it still doesn't make sense to have an administrative base (and an incredibly important one, since we've seen that the towers process taxes) cut off from its own territory, it would be considered a necessary expense to keep a pass open all winter if taxes were on the line. So, okay, let's allow that the South Tower only controls the valley, for whatever reason. Going back to the map behind Sasha, we see that there are three other villages in the valley. Okay, sure it would be weird if Toad Tower only ruled over Wartwood, but wait! Didn't the entire valley vote for mayor? The map only says Wartwood, but it covers a pretty impressive slice of the continent. Why did these other towns get a say in the mayor of Wartwood. I considered that the position of mayor could be more akin to a governor, but let's be honest, Toadstool is a mayor of Wartwood and its surrounding farms, not of some far-off village too. It wouldn't make sense for his character. And the fact that he, an administrator, would be approached for "promotion" to Toad Tower shows that the Mayor of Wartwood is under, either directly or indirectly, the leader of Toad Tower. (Which also raises the question, would that have made Toadstool a captain? Or was Grime's military rank separate from his administrative position over the valley?) Alright, maybe it's some archaic voting system, weirder elected positions exist. But we know that the other towns have been chafing under the rule of the toads, and that they know Hop Pop stood up to tax collectors. Surely some of them would have voted for Hop Pop during the events of Hop Popular, even as a protest vote if they weren't on the revolution train yet. No, let's be honest, as far as the frogs are concerned there is one town in Frog Valley, and as far as the South Tower is concerned there are four. Something isn't adding up, and this should be a simple answer because most of what I said can make maps inaccurate are on a continental level, a single valley should be easy to have consistent maps of. But for some reason Frog Valley just can't make it happen.

Okay, originally I had a further rant about the map on the f'wagon trip and how it also doesn't make sense, but let's be honest the entire timeline of the road trip is off. In Anne Hunter they state that the journey has gone longer than expected and they've run out of food, but in Truck Stop Polly (the next episode) we see Polly ruin a massive supply of dried foodstuffs, and then two episodes later in Quarreller's Pass they imply its been two weeks since they've departed, which matches up with Hop Pop quipping in S1 how they have 2 wacky adventures a week, making the Pass as the first part of Episode 4 the start of their third week of travel. So that's a loss and I'm going to accept that the map doesn't have any use. But go look at it, it's in the first 10 seconds of Truck Stop Polly, and it doesn't match at all what I expected, either from the previously established geography or from the macroview of Amphibia we get in the title sequence.

So where does that leave me? Well, I'm assuming this is intentional. Its pretty good to cover yourself from continuity errors by being abstract in how everything is positioned relative to each other. but this is a bit gratuitous imo. I started off trying to figure out how much territory Toad Tower rules over, and now we're in a question of what even is the valley, which is a problem because the existence of this valley, specifically the mountains that make it such, are what give us the plot of season one. I don't have much expectations for season 3 to resolve this, so this is more just rambling for catharsis than anything else. But I'm gonna keep my eyes peeled, hoping that we can answer at least one of these questions come series end.