#i tried to be sneaky asking you what your fave. scenes were

[frozenwolftemplar]

Okay, time to go nuts on ‘The Deep Dive Caper.’

OH MY GOSH I JUST LOVE THIS EPISODE!!!!!!

I didn’t think this show could pull of anything that would leave me reeling as hard as the S1 finale (because oh wow, that was serious ‘stop the show, I need to process’ stuff), but ohhhhhhh my goshhhhhh.

Way too many thoughts after the break! And special thanks to @csweekly for organizing this!

 -  First off, the opening scene on the boat back to VILE Island. Fantastic scene setting, from the storm to the Carmen’s dead-set determination to Player’s audible worry as he (desperately) tries to convince her to try any other way to find out the truth or at least have backup. He knows it could become a suicide mission at any point, she knows it too, but this is just too important. (and she’s right about ACME; sneaky they are not).

-  Then BAM! No Island! (quick aside: lol, poor Chase, he just missed them! So close! 😂)  And can I just say how absolutely devious the motive behind tipping Carmen off to the true nature of Shadowsan’s Argentinian mission was? Like, they know how to hit her where it’ll hurt the most and will. And worse: it works.

-  I just love how you can actually recognize the different parts of the Academy as Carmen swims past them, like the oni (I think???) from Shadowsan’s classroom (so significant, considering how his trustworthiness that’s on Carmen’s mind) and the elevator leading to the server room. Fun little details!

- CHASE DEVINEAUX, CASTAWAY FIRE KING!!! I laughed ridiculously the first time I saw this montage and every time after. The way he struggles at castaway life, then slowly gets the hang of it was so good, especially since the ‘Fire King’ then proceeded to inadvertently set fire to his hut. 😅

- “You’re fired. Have a nice life.” 🤣🤣🤣

- That whole scene with Player relaying what he learned from the files....oof. Carmen’s confusion as she tries to puzzle out why VILE ordered a hit on her dad; the way she slowly tumbles further and further down a stygian slope as she realizes that maybe...no, not maybe definitely was everything she never wanted to be (feared to be), and the look of shock and horror when she learns he was Faculty; gut punch. But nothing compared to-

- “Your silence is like thunder.” I will never be able to shut up about Shadowsan’s whole narrative about how she came to VILE, so I’ll just stick to my two fave bits: 

----- The montage showing The Wolfe in action. Truly, a sort of black mirror to Carmen. You can *see* her in him: the self-assuredness, the cocksure confidence, the finesse, the skill, the smoothness and style that flows along every move, right down to the flashy exit. She is his daughter, there is no mistake.

------Then Wolfe’s death scene. Wow. I am no expert nor industry professional, but the boarding in that is, to me, arguably one of the most amazingly done pieces I’ve seen. Especially how it cuts, for one sharp blink, to black when the bullet rips through the night, then opens back on a Shadowsan’s widening eyes before showing Wolfe’s shadow falling limp to the ground. Whoever is responsible for this, I hope, is super proud of their work because it is simply masterful.

- Also, the way you can hear, at different points, both Carmen’s and Shadowsan’s voices break? 😢😢😢

- The coffee shop scene!!! Carmen’s cool, downright frosty demeanor as she casually (almost menacingly) clicks the lock and turns the sign is perfect, (like, no wonder Chief doesn’t know what to make of her), as is her oh so subtle questioning to get a possible password. Like, I realized the second Chief did what she was getting at with asking about her cat, and it was so good!!!

-As were Ivy and Zach’s barista antics (lol, Chief and Carmen playing it cool while chaos and latte foam is erupting in the background! 🤣🤣🤣)

- Me, when Carmen says she’s not gonna trust any ACME obituary: Well, gee, I don’t think you have a choice. I mean, what else are you gonna do, go and dig up- ohhhhhhh my goshhhhhhhh 😱😱😱😱😱 (lol, I really got into this ep)

- And Carmen’s face when Shadowsan’s about to open the casket! You can just see that little flash of terror that maybe, just maybe, she’s wrong. And then when her hunch is confirmed! She just looks so...at peace, envisioning what her father had planned and realizing that she still has a mom out there somewhere (props for using 90′s Carmen’s outfit for her, btw)

- “Are you with me?” “To the end of the line.” Okay, we all have our lines from this show that we just go on about forever and try to work into as many fics as we can. For me, that’s Shadowsan’s ‘end of the line’ quote. EEEEEEEEEE!!!!! A simple, sparse line that bows under the sheer weight of what it promises: to stand with her, not forsake her, and be there no matter where her path leads, a line that means all the more considering how dark that path gets in S4 (I’m not ready to face that again!!!). Going into this show, I had no idea what they had in store for Carmen and Shadowsan’s relationship, and to see it unfold the way it did, see what it became, is just one of my favorite things about this show I just love it so much!!!

So yeah. This episode is one of my all-time favorites, for ‘Carmen Sandiego’ or probably any other show. I have gotten so much brain rot from it, so much fanfic mileage, and will CONTINUE TO DO SO! I love it, eleven out of ten stars. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

[tsundere-baby-mo]

A little something for you, @tsuki-reon ,to cheer you up!

[thefoxxyreview]

Does Anyone remember this show? I do and I don’t recall it being as emotionally moving the first time I watched it! I never watched the final season of “As Told by Ginger” so I never saw how it ended. This show is one of the few cartoons that tell an in depth story about the struggles of Girlhood. All of the most awkward conversations that young girls have with their closest friends. The pressures of staying current and keeping up with the crowd. Then of course, the all too relatable tale of being a complete outcast amongst your peers not knowing where the next prank or rude comment was coming from.*Spoilers Ahead* We follow the adolescent adventures of Ginger Foutley from seventh all the way to her 9th grade year of school. They seem to live in a small town in the northern part of the United states. Ginger deals with her problems by first talking with her her best friends Dodie and Macie or writing them down in her journal. An admirable life habit and one I and Ginger share. This could be why I took to re-watching this show in my adulthood. Writing in her journal allows for Ginger to have deep conversations with herself, being entirely naked and vulnerable, one of the best perks of having a journal if you ask me. I was not surprised that Gingr and Darren ended up together in the long run. What bothered me was that Darren tried dating within his own race and found black girls to be manipulative, sneaky, and man stealers. The portrayal of black young girls in this show sucked because there was no real room for these girls to redeem themselves. For Miranda her last lines, were a warning to Ginger about the dangers of step parents taking over, nothing sweet nor redeeming. just one last nefarious plot to make her look as evil as possible before the end of the show.

Macie was a fave character she was not afraid to live her truth and speak her mind. One of the most moving episodes in season one is when Macie goes through with her talent show performance. Dodie and Ginger backed out due to shame in still being fans of “The Little Seal Girl”. Macie went on that stage SOLO DOLO and belted out those lyrics with pride. It is so hard for adolescents to truly be themselves, especially as young as 7th grade. 

 The characters Courtney and Miranda hit me differently the second time around. The African American representation in this show is slim pickings. The early 2000s were just starting to get into casting more than one Black character in shows, and only one of them was ‘allowed’ to have any depth to them usually. Miranda, the token black girl AND villain in the show, is hands down one of my favorite characters. She is voiced by the incredibly talented Cree Summers, a well known voice actress that has voiced some of the most memorable African American characters. Miranda craves Courtney’s attention and constant companionship all throughout 7th and 8th grade. In a way she idolized her and didn’t want someone as whimsical and kind as Ginger getting in the way. Miranda was like a servant to Courtney those two years, even though she commanded her own audience and held power. Her father being a police officer was an interesting choice. He was cold towards Miranda and did not take her feelings into account before asking her what she wanted to do for the summer. Courtney was a rich, spoiled, out of touch, socialite snob. I have no idea why she was so entrancing to watch! She represented all the things that young girls wanted constant access to. She had the house, the butler, cars, the most stylish outfit changes, and the BEST parties. It was her out of touch responses , and her sudden interest in Ginger, that made the show at times. Courtney and Miranda’s most challenging moment was when they were separated during the summer time. Courtney convinced herself to go to summer camp with Ginger instead of the luxury cruise she had booked with her family and Miranda. This left her stuck out, all because Courtney was insulted when Miranda said she was a certain type that needed special tending to. This was a tough and much needed trip for Courtney because she had known very little hardship up to this point, unless you count that horrible lice episode! Miranda and Courtney were seen significantly less in season three. This likely symbolized how peolpe drift apart during high school. Without the same access to one another, Miranda was able to flourish(behind the scenes) without Courtney and even had her experimenting with her Afro Puffs in the last episode! Courtney was completely dethroned when she arrived to high school. She was doomed to endure the torment she caused so many people whilst in middle school. Her family even lost their money and were forced to live in ginger’s old house when they moved after Mrs foutley’s wedding. It hurt to watch, but it was bound to happen and the Griplings as a family needed to feel that sting. We all long to watch the rich fall, lets just admit it and revel in it. Courtney lacks identity without her money, it would have been awesome to see her character grow after this loss. 

I would highly recommend this show to anyone who is looking for a good wholesome show to pass the time. there is love, conflict, near death, and a very happy happy ending at the end if you ask me. 

[literaphobe]

wanna know your reasons for loving each part in KF! if it's possible

me: sorry for being narcissistic :(

you, my beloved most treasured anon: do it again :)

anyway yes absolutely i will do this. best question ever. here is why i love each part of kissing fic

part 1: adora sees two people kissing and she has no idea what that is. it’s like. that adhd thing where sometimes everyone knows about a thing that you had no idea even existed. i don’t know how to explain it with myself but i transferred this feeling onto adora with her being so focused on training that she doesn’t see such a thing until she stumbles upon it. and then she shows catra and catra explains it to her but oh wow! catra has also never kissed anyone before! she sort of knows how a kiss works tho. adora asking catra why people kiss, and catra telling her that it’s because kissing feels good, causing adora to suggest they try it out for themselves... one funny thing i liked about their first kiss is that catra pulls away because adora forgets to kiss back, she gets so lost in catra’s lips on hers that she forgets she’s meant to do something too. but then they try it again and <3

part 2: they hit this honeymoon stage with their new little shared hobby!! it’s like they’ll sneak around and be playful with the kisses, they’ll kiss each other in bed, when there’s no one else around in the locker room, quick sneaky kisses when they’re walking down an empty corridor. and then u have their showers together. it’s that thing when u and ur friend do... intimate things and you don’t know if you’re supposed to be doing any of these things you just know it feels good somehow and neither of you are saying anything so you just keep doing it u know. which is what happens here with the showers. all adora knows is that she likes it and she gets this feeling that she wants something more somehow but she doesn’t want to do anything that catra won’t do. and then adora sees those two girls who were kissing get punished and separated for it. and it’s that Fear y’know? of oh wait so what i thought was good and what i loved so much is supposedly wrong.... and adora puts an end to it all and catra disagrees. she gets upset that adora wants to stop despite the explanations about how shadow weaver could catch them. catra is fixated on how adora seems to be afraid of getting caught. for catra, “the worst that could happen has already happened” in that shadow weaver has hurt her in so many ways that she thinks sneaking around and kissing adora can make up for all the pain. that it’s worth it. it hurts her that adora supposedly won’t take that risk for fear of losing shadow weaver’s favor. she selectively focuses on that and thinks that adora thinks kissing is bad and wrong because shadow weaver punished those girls for it. and she is partially right, because adora wonders out loud for a moment if catra lied about kissing before when she said it wasn’t weird. but she takes it back because she now knows that even if kissing is bad she still wants to kiss catra. for adora, continuing to kiss catra is out of the question, because “the worst that could happen could still happen” and catra did not see what happened to those girls like she did, and she is desperate to protect catra. to not lose catra. it is only by making that clear that she gets catra to stay. and they dream about getting posted far away from the fright zone so they can kiss without worry. they even do the whole ‘you promise?’ thing again. but then adora finds the sword

part three: the thing about the first time adora asks catra to come with her in the universe of kissing fic is that. adora cannot understand why catra would refuse her. she promised to find them a way to leave and go far away where they won’t get caught and can kiss in peace, and now that she knows the horde is evil the safe place where they can do this is the rebellion. but catra does not see it that way. she thinks adora wanted to leave the horde and join the rebellion because of these random people she just met, and that she, catra, is an afterthought. and therefore this means adora lied somehow and that their kisses meant a lot more to catra than it did to adora. adora also learns a lot about what kissing really means. she doesn’t think about it a lot pre-sword because she was always so wrapped up in the moment, or she was refusing to think about it during the time when they stopped kissing. and glimmer finds out adora kissed catra, and was also very oblivious about the implications of that. she tells adora to go read a book <3 fksjdjddjdjjd ok like she tells adora she needs sex ed and. let me drop apsa’s react to this it’s my fave thing:

anyway. catra finds adora in the courtyard because she was scouting the place for a kidnap plan. but she sees adora there looking so pretty and she cannot help herself. the scene like happens but the point of it is that catra has no idea what she is doing here and adora doesn’t want catra to leave. they kiss but catra thinks it’s an act of manipulation on adora’s part, causing her to leave in anger because she thinks the manipulation works, because catra was this close to staying, and it causes her to plan what she does in princess prom. she tries to manipulate and distract adora too because she thinks that while adora doesn’t love her the same way, she’s...... whore knee. KFKSJDJD

part four: this takes place literally in s4 so yes i just skip over s2 and s3 and pretend everything there happens the Same.... the point here is that catra and adora are.... suffering so much. catra is losing herself, barely sleeping, having nightmares, and she slips into some of her basest urges. she goes where she wants to be, which is why she breaks into adora’s room. adora on the other hand has ‘given up’ on catra, which takes a toll on her, because resigning herself to the reality that catra will never change and will always be her enemy is breaking her. she has lost all hope she ever had seasons 1-3. top that off with how strained her relationship with glimmer is, how she blames herself for angella’s loss, how the horde is winning and nothing she’s doing seems to be working.... yeah. so when catra appears out of nowhere and disarms her and holds her own pillow dagger to her throat adora thinks maybe she should just let catra kill her and all her problems will somehow be solved. but then catra cannot kill her. catra tosses the dagger away and lets adora go. and adora immediately gets smug about it. u know. because she’s adora. and then catra kisses her... and yeah. it doesn’t end well </3

part 5: just the whole.... they could full on sleep together and yet adora can’t tell catra she loves her because she’s afraid catra won’t say it back. also entrapta. love how she barges in and is like lmaooo where my tools at!! oh fuck what y’all doing on the floor? oh it’s because u don’t have chairs? not because you were making out on the floor? that tracks!

[jamiewoolleyart]

I was wondering how you make your animatics? They're very beautiful and I'm trying to make one and it's a little confusing how I should go about it

hey thanks! So, I’m not entirely sure what part of the process you’re asking about, but I can give some general tips? (BUCKLE UP)

For what programs to use/how to compile it, you’ll probably have to figure out what works for you/is available to you, etc. etc.

For actually coming up with an idea —> to actually executing it, it def depends on your creative process but I can break down mine?

1) I’m the type of person that will have a creative revelation mid car ride or like in the dead of night lol, and whenever possible I immediately begin scribbling down notes & ideas bc I don’t trust my memory not to pull a fast one on me. I posted these sketches on my twitter for my last animationatic, which I scribbled down in my car in the disneyland parking lot before meeting up with my family haha bless their patience

these can be rly rough & tumble wild and only have to make sense to you! this little sketch was my fave to rediscover later ahahahha:

2) Next is thumbnails!!!! Crucial!!! Usually!! A few times I’ve tried to dive right in without doing them and it just turns out to be a convoluted mess….. plus it’s nice to have a place to draw like absolute garbage & its just mentally mapping out your drawings. My one for my Strawberry Blond/Life in Your Shape Animatic was kinda unique in that I fit it all in one page & also that really most of it stayed basically the same!! Only a few things in the middle changed, rly

you’ll see I don’t bother with clean lines or even squares or like if only one thing is changing I’ll just draw the new thing and not redraw the whole panel (ex: snufkin during “I give you a grin”). I also scribble a lot of “what if??” notes in the corners and alternate ideas

3) actually drawing it out!! I work in photoshop and to keep things simple each panel is its own file. sometimes just Starting is really hard for me so I make myself just draw ANYTHING with the promise that I’ll come back later…… for example lol…… the first panels w/ them lying in the grass were originally sO ??? not up to my standard but I was like “UGH!! WHATEVER!!” and didn’t know how to draw them yet, and I didn’t revisit until I had drawn like everything else, and by then it was waaaay easier to draw them!!

A lot of time though I won’t really do underdrawings (the thumbnails are essentially my underdrawings, plus animatics aren’t supposed to be super clean!!) tho if something’s distractingly messy I’ll definitely come back to it and clean it up.

Oh also Quick Tip:

the best tool in the entire universe for me for animation is the WARP TOOL (in PS, right click a selection, choose free transform, right click again & pick warp) it saves soooo much redrawing time and is a super fast sneaky way to give a drawing way more life with minimal effort. Yeah baby. (Don’t over do it tho, & I usually have to do some clean up, but yeah really good for subtle movements and is basically exclusively what I use for anything wind-blown)

Anyway I’m already regretting how long this is but there’s no stopping me now.

So by now I’ve drawn out all my panels, and during the whole time I’ve had the folder open in finder (I use a mac, not sure what PC equivalent to this is, some people use bridge? I hate bridge LOL) to click through my files to see if they’re working. there’s probably a better naming convention but I do this to keep them in order:

I’m always going back and adding inbetween panels when needed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I got called out in a recent class for having wack naming conventions eriuhgehgierhg BITE ME

4) ready to COMPILE THAT MF!!!!! I import everything into After Effects and do frame by frame animation there because I haven’t figured out a less tedious way where I still feel in control. I use a lot of comps & it’s a big process but very fun cuz then you can see it come to life!

5) At this point I’ll usually find big gaps in timing that I hadn’t realize and I have to go back and redraw/add more panels. orz ….. but honestly some of my favorite moments come from that!! This scene where moomin grabs snufkin’s hat was one of those… sometimes, despite your BEST efforts at planning, things turn out way different but that can be really fun!

Anyway that’s it, then i render & upload it Ha-cHa-ChA~!!!

(oh wait!! i forgot to talk about screen direction!!! ah well another time..)

Best of luck in your ventures!

[chrysolina]

𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 '𝕟𝕠'

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟞 - 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/N - AYEEE here he is!! My personal fave being, well - the best!! Enjoy ghouls!!

Trope/inspo - Spending a holiday with the family (bcos I’m such a sucker for daddy! Chris E )

Warnings - SMUT (18+ READERS ONLY), stress, body changes/acceptance, Chris being a fool, floof, eh nothing else really 

Autumn, that time of year was upon you again. It was unarguably your favourite season of them all, the cool air on sunny autumn days, crunchy leaves, wonderful coffee, sweaters that’d swallow you whole and kisses that leave a cold ghost of its passing on your skin - just a handful of the many things you adored about the rust-tinted season.

That being said, you tend to find that you were also a bit happier in the fall months. Be it September, October or November - you always had this irreplaceable smile on your face that’s only grow when with the right people. It was a continuous annual trend in your behaviour, the kind of trend that’d only be noticed by your husband Chris.

But this autumn, things were turning out to be a little different than the last.

October was supposed to be the month spent playing and enjoying the company of your two angelic children. October was supposed to be the month where traditions would come alight and make everything seem warm and fuzzy with anticipation. But this October was turning it to be something quite the opposite.

Just that July gone, you had given birth to your third child, your little baby boy Luca. At first, Lucas was an angel; slept like a log, fed during the day and not so much during the night, didn’t repeatedly puke up or poo on himself like your first son Alex did and was always greeting you with sweet, gummy smiles - at most times when you were getting your breast out.

He really was an angel, until he got his booster jabs done near the end September and seemed to be catching every known virus possible.

Not only did you have a sick three month old baby, two very attention-seeking toddlers who wanted to be by you twenty-four seven, a husband who was in and out doing scenes across the country, a house, a career, friends and family to keep up with - you were also suffering with a seasonal cold and a clogged breast.

In all honesty, things couldn’t have been worse.

Without even putting your mind to it, you knew that since there were too many variables asking for your sparse attention, you’d have to cut back on some more pleasurable things in an attempt to juggle everything you had going.

Friends wanting to meet up for a coffee in town? Sorry ladies, the answer would have to be no. Your PA asking about possible magazine photo-shoot she’d like you and your family to shoot? Not today Julia. Going on a daily walk to help burn off the baby fat you put on? Nope, can’t happen today Y/N.

You get the picture.

In this flurry of people spitting stuff for you to do left, right and centre and a baby stuck to your breast nearly all day, you also failed to notice the happiness and joys that came with Autumn - Chris picking up on this almost immediately when he mentioned how beautiful the red, yellow and orange trees in the garden looked.

He expected you to go into your little happy rant over the beauty of them but instead, you replied bluntly “They’re ok I suppose.”

With all that that was going on around you, Chris couldn’t help but feel absolutely useless. You were doing, literally, everything. From helping out with the kids to sorting out laundry, dinner and Luca - you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

You were absolutely nothing like your usual chipper, loving self with Chris or the kids, you were a void doing stuff by demand.

And Chris knew he needed to do something about it - fast.

As if by sheer luck, an opportunity too good to miss arose from the depths of nowhere. It was only a matter of days until Halloween was upon the Evans family and with that said, Lisa decided to host a Halloween party for friends and family - a get together come meal everyone could enjoy, even the kids who could go trick or treating if they wished.

Chris knew that you’d most probably turn down the invite and send him with the kids and he knew that you’d most probably spend the night either asleep with Luca or weeping in the shower over what your life had become, his heart breaking at the memory of hearing your weeping as he passed the bathroom one evening.

So with sneaky yet good intentions, Chris told his parents and Scott - who’d take the kids for the night - the plan he wanted to put into action to help revitalise the love of his life and asked them to help him with it and to keep it on the hush, to play everything as if it would go the way Chris had predicted.

And they did exactly that.

Chris was pleasantly smug when he saw you dress up all the kids in their little costumes he’d chosen out for themselves. Aiela was in a beautiful frilly witch costume equipped with a broom, point hat and potion bucket for her sweets, Alex was dressed as a mummy and Luca was dressed in a pumpkin costume, topped with a puffy pumpkin hat for safe measures.

Yes, this was going just how Chris had planned.

Right up until you decided to go and get changed.

“Shit,” Chris whispered to himself and immediately dialled up Scott who answered on the first ring. “Hey Chris, what’s up?” Scott’s chipper tone made Chris wince and pinch his brows in annoyance.

“Change of plan, can you come and collect the kids now?“ Chris looked to the clock that hung on one of he kitchen walls and then back out to the living room. Good, you still hadn’t come down yet.

Much to Chris’ confusion, he could hear Scott beginning to laugh quite smugly through the phone, making Chris wonder as to what he found so funny. “Just take a look outside.” Scott all but replied to his brother’s question and watched from his car as Chris scowled at him from the porch steps.

“Ha ha very funny.” Chris made a point to flip the bird to his brother and then quickly ran inside to get the kids and sleepy Luca and his diaper bag ready to leave. To say Aiela and Alex were excited to be going off early to the party was a little bit of in understatement, just by buckling themselves in to the car alone had them fizzing in their spots.

“Be good for Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Scotty, alright?” Chris have his best serious face and tone as he kissed the three heads of his little cherubs, a chorus of yeses and frantic nodding heads coming from Aiela and Alex.

And with that Scott sped off in the direction of his parents house meaning that the real fun had only just begun in the Evans house for that night.

“Chris?” You called out as you padded quietly down the stairs, your fears starting to build once you took a swift look around the living room and only found it empty, the sound of cartoons playing low in the background.

You took the time to look in the kitchen and the laundry room, the bathroom and the pantry - and not to forget the backyard as well but to your utter confusion and slight trepidation, the kids were no where to be seen.

As if by god’s calling, you heard the metallic jangle of the lock on the front door open and shut and the sound of Chris’ flicking his shoes off and his feet padding towards the living room, the smile on his face soon falling once he saw what you were dressed in.

Your costume was nothing like that of what you’d wear as a twenty-something year old but it certainly demanded attention that only gawking eyes could give you. You were dressed in simple yet incredibly figure hugging all black t-shirt and leggings with brilliant white skull bones plastered in the appropriate places.

Oh, and the cute black and white striped fluffy socks you wore were just to die for too.

Chris couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it - he just didn’t want to. To think that for all that time, all that time of not being able to see what was hiding under those baggy jumpers you wore, they were all leading up to this.

In his mind, even back when you put the idea forward Chris spat at the thought you’d need to lose some weight - and thank god he dismissed them back then. Your figure was to die for, literally; even after three kids your waist rivalled the likes of Beyoncé’s, your grown breasts could make any man water and the mere sight of them accompanied by your hips and ass - god did the ‘extra padding’ of baby weight do some wonders on you.

Not even snapping you fingers in-front of Chris was doing any good, he was in a total trance that made him lost to the world - the only signal of life being the way his eyes clouded over as they kept trained on your rigid figure, a look foreign to your mind taking residence on his growing smug face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Chris cooed whilst winding an arm around your waist, sliding you towards his muscular form. “I forgot to tell you, I sent the kids away to my parents for the night.” Your breath caught at the thought that you hadn’t prepped the kids for an overnight stay.

“Bu-but I didn’t pick them any pj’s or anything or enough milk for Luca..”You tried to push away from Chris’ hold in an attempt to do something with your nerves but found it useless when Chris’ grip grew stronger around your body and had you pressed against him again.

“That’s why I did babe,” Chris smiled down at you with that cheeky smile you’d grown to ignore these past months.

Your breath caught in your throat again, for all the right reasons. “Wh-what?” You laughed in an airy tone.

“Yeah, while you went to Luca’s checkup last Thursday I took the opportunity to sort out a bag for Aiela, Alex and Luca,” Your mouth hung open like a broken door as you listened to Chris’ master plan unfold before you.

“And I dropped it ‘round mom and dad’s - all so I could spend tonight, with you.” And there it was again, that all too well known glint flashed in those irresistible blue eyes and made your stomach churn both ways - you couldn’t have sex yet! You looked like a hag under those baggy jumpers you used to shield your flaws with.

But Chris was having none of it.

You tried to slide away, you tried to hide the evident blush that adorned your cheeks - only one of which was proven slightly successful. With a steady hand you ducked away from Chris’ nearing head and felt him take purchase on your neck - the one place he didn’t want to be, yet.

Just by your stiff yet hiding for, Chris could tell you were having some serious doubts about something and he just knew it had something to do with your body.  

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Chris lightly pecked a kiss or two at the sensitive apex of your neck and felt you squirm into his buff chest like an uncomfortable child. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on.” Ah yes, pleading would most certainly help the situation at hand - not.

“N-no, I can’t..” You stumbled over your words like hazardous rocks on a pathway, fumbling after every snagged step.

“Can’t what sweetheart?” Chris edged you on a little further in a warm, soft tone and a supportive hand finding residence on the lower part of your back, your body slowly relaxing once the familiar feeling of safety kicked in.

“I can’t have sex Chris..I-I’m too ugly..” Your voice dipped a decibel once the real reason of your insecurities slipped past your lips, the feeling Chris moving his head up to look at you brought back the sudden tension in your body.

As much as he tried to fathom it, Chris couldn’t actually believe what you had said - you? Ugly? He and the growing erection in his pants had to scoff at that claim unanimously.

“Y/N,” Chris sighed deeply and made you look up at him with weak eyes. “I think you know what I’m gonna say next so, hear me out;” You only stared at Chris expectantly as he took another deep breath in through his flaring nostrils.

”Give me ten minutes of your time and I will show you just how beautiful I really believe you are - is that a deal?” Whether it was the smirk on his face or the feeling of his erection nudging at your lower stomach, Chris gave you no other choice as to what to say.

“Deal.”    

• ————— •

And by god did he keep by his side of the deal.

Even though it was going on 8pm at night and the ‘ten minute’ oath had long been thrown out of the window, neither of you wanted to stop.

It was as if you two were hooked on the high of each other’s touch, the months spent preoccupied doing other things meant nothing to either one of you as Chris carried on eating you out like a starved man, your own orgasm hurtling with great speed towards you.

It all felt so foreign, from the way Chris’ tongue lapped up your flowing juices to the way he sucked on your clit like a pacifier, making euphoria seep through every crevice of your body - you couldn’t help but allow the happy tears to escape your eyes as you screamed out your second release of the night, the sound of your euphoria channelled down to Chris’ straining erection and made it throb in a longing agony.

“Mm so good to me baby-girl,” Chris hummed as he travelled back up your body and latched his soaked lips to yours, the taste of your salty sweet juices mingled in a toxic manner along the hairs of Chris’ beard and the dips and curves of Chris’ lips. The feeling of his straining erection standing tall along his navel reminding him to get to real stuff.

“You ready darlin’?” Chris smirked devilishly at you whilst pumping his tall, proud and thick shaft that oozed out pre-cum by the second, a sight you really wished you could capture on camera. You could only nod in desperation and whimper like a caged animal from your spot on the bed-sheet, the feeling of exhaustion leaving you as you watched Chris’ smirk grow.

“Then y’know the drill, turn over for me.” Without hesitation, you complied entirely and flipped yourself onto your stomach, pressing your ass upwards towards Chris - who could only groan in response, the belief that you felt you were ugly in any shape or from evaded Chris’ mind even now.

With the slick tip of his shaft pressed to your lips, you whimpered at the sudden feeling of Chris’ hand latching onto your swollen breasts and the heat radiating off his front as it lay on your back. “Since this is your night tonight, you call the shots - rough or slow baby?” Chris cooed into your ear and licked it, for extra measures.

As much as you loved Chris’ slow and intimate side, the greater part of you pleaded for something more - something better - than regular love-making. With a heavy moan, you bucked your ass up into Chris’ navel and scrunched the bedsheet into balls in your fists. “Fuck me up Chris - please, just fuck me so hard I won’t be able to lift a leg tomorrow.” And like that, Chris was inside of you.

Did you really just say that? Maybe Chris’ foggy mind was playing tricks on him, yes that’s what it was - but there again, you did say that. The dirtiest thing you’d said since way before the children were even little specs in the sky.

Hearing something like that, that confession of yours, it just made something go within him - not the way his hips ploughed into yours but something deeper. That’s when Chris realised it, you never changed - not even after the birth of three kids. You were still his and his alone.

And that only fuelled the raging list fire within Chris’ pit.

“Say it again-” Chris growled into your ear, his hips relentlessly throwing themselves into yours. “Talk dirty to me Y/N - God, just..fuckin’ say it again baby.” Chris groaned again, throwing his head back at the feeling of your sinful walls fluttering around his shaft.

With a pornographic moan, you bent your head down and thought up some of the worst/best lines you had to offer. “Mmm Chris don’t stop please!” You begged out in euphoria. “Prove to me just how much you love me baby! Give me everything!” You pleaded again and felt the hot sting of a slap ghosting over your ass cheek, your cries growing louder at the sensation of another smack landing on your ass.

“That’s it baby, take my fucking cock and all my cum like the fucking star you are, go on.” Chris yelled a hiss out whislt stepping up the pace of his thrusts, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass at a steadily increasing pace and then he did it. He hit it.

He was hitting your g-spot like a madman. And you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

Lifting your head up, you yelled out in what sounded like pure euphoria and clung to the bedsheet schruched in your hands like they were the strings to life and if you let go, you’d lose yourself completely. Just by the dip of your back and change in positioning, Chris couldn’t help but also throw his head back in bliss as the climatic feeling of his orgasm neared him like freight train at full speed.

“Fuck I’m so clo—close babe,” Chris grunted and squeaked into the apex of your neck and began sucking a large wet bruise on your flawless skin, one of his hands finding their way down to your clit and began to rub it furiously - the euphoric feeling of it alone made you howl out and your walls flutter and clench.

But Chris didn’t stop at the feeling of your walls becoming vices around his length, instead he ploughed into even harder than before with one thing on his mind - turning you into a quivering, cumming mess.

“Chris—I’m gonna—“Chris heard you heaved in desperation underneath him, remnants of euphoric tears on the sheets below but Chris couldn’t care. No, he knew you were just a whiskers inch away from giving him your third - and perhaps best orgasm of the night and like hell he wouldn’t be selfish and milk it for all it’s worth.

Between the frantic rubbing and rolling of your clit between Chris’ cool fingers, the harsh wet bruises and kisses he was leaving along your bare shoulders and the pure feeling of your skin against his - you were lost. And just like that - you snapped and came.

A loud, elicit moan far too similar to that of a pornstar Chris would grind off to as a horny teen escaped your red, flushed lips and had his breath caught in his throat, ropes of cum spraying from his length into you as your walls seized him in place.

With a grunt and a moan of content release, Chris let himself drape over your smaller yet slicked form and held you to him, the feeling of his heartbeat beating through your ribs and through to yours - you really could stay in this post coital bliss forever.

“Fuck I love you Y/N.” Chris moaned tiresomely into your hair and ran a hand up the globe of your slicked bright red ass, one of his favourite sights by far. “Was I too rough?” Chris began to worry once he saw the remnants of tears on the sheets below the two of you and turned his face to have a look at you, the smile on your swollen lips told him different.

“No,” you sighed with a tired smile. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect - thank you.” Even though the context of your thanks weren’t specified, you had an awful lot to thank Chris over this week alone. But just by the imminent thought of sleep, this would just have to suffice.

“No baby,” Chris objected as he laid you two down on your sides, your bodies irremovable due to the sweat climbing to each other. “You’re the one that deserves a thank you out of either one of us.” You couldn’t help but smile at the cheesiness that oozed off your sleepy husband.

“And hey Y/N?” Chris smiled down knowingly at you, a glint of mischief still lingering in his beautiful blue eyes. You only hummed in question and refused to meet the glint in his eyes “No more no’s, okay? When you need help, tell me and I’ll be there - no questions asked.” You could only smile tearily at your husbands confession.

“No more no’s - got it.” You smiled and fell into a deep, well needed slumber, eager for the next day to follow.

• ————— •

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A Present for Ava <3

Omg, I am shit because this is three days late asdfghjkl i got busy and was trying to get this done for you gurl and finally, we’re here XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY RIDE OR DIE; BEST BESTIE A GAL COULD HAVE, @fireflyxrebel !!!!  Tis belated but at least I wished it on your actual bday lmao!

I hope you had an amazeballs birthday because if anyone deserves it; it is you, Ava. I hope you stuffed your face with cake and all the good stuff because if you can’t on your birthday, when can you??

You is my actual fave around these parts and so, I wrote you a little BBRae somethin-something which I hope you like. I am unused to writing them as a main so hopefully this is a oneshot where I’ve hopefully done them justice? I don’t know, I just pray you like it XD.

Sorry it took so long gurl but again, happy birthday and I hope it was kick-ass. Ily! <3 <3 <3

Snow

A bitter chill clung to the wisps of the wind in the night as darkness shrouded the city with the exception of a few blinking lights dotted amongst buildings, houses and skyscrapers. Jump was quietly winding down for yet another winter evening; not quite silent yet but slowly working its way towards the tranquility of midnight.

The tower was mostly unlit, save for a window or two on the higher levels. A dim glow washed over the walls of Ops, creating composure with a volume to match.

His mouth hung open, just a fraction as he trained his deep, forest green eyes on the TV screen before them. The man on screen dressed from head to toe in black garments followed behind the unsuspecting woman, slyly pulling a blade from inside his jacket, ready to strike at any given moment.

Gar tilted his head, attention on the predictable scene of the horror movie that they’d decided to throw on since there were none of the others around to squabble over what to watch.

There was a shift in movement from beside him and he briefly glanced over at his violet haired beauty, her dark eyes cast down at the novel in her hands. Gar quirked a small smile and his chest gave a thud, his heart skipping a beat like it always did when he looked at her; really looked at her and saw Raven for the enchantress she truly was.

Although, he’d likely get a smack for ever uttering something so cheesy but that didn’t stop him from thinking it to himself.

“You’re staring again...” She murmured, raising an eyebrow but not yet removing her focus from the words on the pages of her book.

Gar grinned, his fang poking out from beneath his lip. He nudged her shoulder and leaned in, dropping a kiss to her pale cheek.

Raven refused to let the blush that was threatening to spill onto her china like skin, from spreading like the wildfire it was. She already felt the heat rising but swallowed discreetly, stubbornly quelling the effect that grin had on her.

“I have a pretty sight to stare at.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows in her direction, “Can’t blame me; it’s technically your fault.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek and really tried to maintain that air of nonchalance that she played so well but knew, deep down, her resolve was slipping.

Slowly, a small smirk appeared against her cupid bow lips, “Idiot.”

He blew a kiss at her, “You love it.”

Raven smiled, a happy gleam in her eyes as she shook her head at her boyfriend’s antics. Gar matched her expression and turned to nuzzle her neck, just enough to draw a deliciously startled gasp from her.

He pulled away, that look of achievement on his face which Raven offered a mock glare to. Gar’s high pitched chuckle met her ears and she shuddered, always questioning how he managed to give her feelings like these.

“This is an okay horror movie, y’know.” Gar commented, folding his arms over his chest as he resumed his watchful eye on the TV.

Raven nodded, finishing the sentence she was on before she closed the book with a soft thud and carefully placed it upon the coffee table. She sat back and instinctively leaned in towards Gar who immediately draped his arm over the back of the sofa, creating the perfect crevice to snuggle up into if she so wished but he never pushed. He gave the option and allowed her to make that choice.

Raven was still an enigma, even after knowing her for so long and even dating her for the past 3 years. However, he knew there was an abundance more than met the eye. Sometimes she craved affection and touch and attention; it was rarer but he couldn’t deny that he loved when she found herself needing that from him. Other times, she would stay distant with a few small smiles thrown his way but in that quiet way of hers that he still loved.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the screen now too.

“Is it another typical slasher?” She asked in a monotone,

“No...”

“Oh?”

“Okay, it is but it’s really good!” He squeaked, turning to beam at her.

Raven playfully rolled her eyes but gave him a ghost of a smile before she shook her head. He was such a child sometimes; a happy little puppy, getting excited over the little things but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

“If you say so.” Raven mused,

“I do say so but...” He glanced at her, that pleading look that she was almost certain he had co conspired to create with Starfire. They both used it when they really wanted something, “We can still watch Elf after, right?”

She smirked, “I thought you were all for horror?”

“I am but... it’s only a week til Christmas and I wanna get all festive, Rae.” He explained,

One week until Christmas and for once, Gar was completely prepared. He’d bought all his gifts and even wrapped them with Starfire’s help of course; she loved this time of year and always took the responsibility of wrapping presents wherever she was given permission.

His girlfriend’s presents were inevitably what he set out to buy first. He’d bought her the regular stuff he knew she liked and enjoyed receiving; new novels, candles, herbal tea gift sets; all of those types of gifts, she asked for.

But, he’d managed to be sneaky this year and buy her something she wouldn’t be expecting. In recent years, she’d let her hair grow long, past her shoulders to the point she had it as long as Starfire’s had been back when they were merely teenagers.

So, in accordance, he had stumbled across a gothic boutique in central Jump which sold combs. Gar had found a matching pair of obsidian hair combs with small raven detailing on them. They had a slight shimmer to them but not enough where she would be put off; at least he hoped she wouldn’t be.

Upon seeing them, Gar knew he had to have them for her and he was praying that she loved them.

He had some confidence in his soul though; showing them to the surrogate sister of his heart proved comforting. She’d squealed and practically bounced on the spot.

Raven blinked at him but nodded, “We can watch it but if you try making me the spaghetti and maple syrup thing he makes in the movie again, I will burn the disc.”

He flashed that toothy grin of his, “I make no promises. He’s onto something with that recipe.”

She pulled a face of utter disgust, considering the first time he tried to do that which ended with Raven subsequently agreeing and gagging only seconds later. It tasted horrific and she was a terrible liar so she couldn’t even tell him it was good to spare his feelings.

Gar had merely chuckled and kissed her temple, already at the kettle, brewing a nice cup of steaming earl grey to rid her of the bad taste his concoction has left in her mouth.

Still, it was a funny memory to think back on.

Raven smiled quietly to herself as his eyes found the TV screen again, her hand resting just over his heart. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic thumping soothe her.

The changeling exhaled in content and leaned back against the couch cushions, enjoying the time being spent alone together. It was nice to live in a house with the team, even after all this time but sometimes, a night alone for just the two of them is all they really craved.

Cyborg and Bee had been down in the garage for a solid few hours, working on upgrades for the T-Car that Vic had insisted his baby needed if she was to survive missions throughout the harsh winter weather.

But, Gar had assumed the ‘working’ had stopped a while ago if the soft jazz music drifting up from the ground floor was anything to go by.

Dick and Starfire were in bed, having managed to get Mar’i down for her bedtime early for once. She was bursting with excitable energy so it made nightly routines difficult when all she wanted to do was float and play with her family and toys.

They’d claimed they were going to sleep but Gar could hazard a guess at what they were more likely doing within their bedroom. They didn’t get much time for themselves as a couple either now, with their little bundle of joy around.

A single moment of peace and quiet for them was utter bliss and Dick and Starfire tried hard to make the most of those moments so the shape shifter couldn’t really blame the parents if they were trying to connect in that way.

As the couple lounged together on the sofa in comfortable silence, a startling gasp from Gar roused Raven from her lethargic position against him. She bolted upright, snapping her head to him,

“What? What’s wrong?” She fretted, her eyes sweeping over him to check.

His face was not one of fear or of panic however; it was one of barely concealed glee.

“Rae! Look!” He hissed, jumping to his feet and scurrying over to the gigantic windows adorning the back wall of the main room. He pointed outside and she had to squint, not having a clue what he was babbling about.

“What?” She asked, pulling her cloak around her as she stood up.

“It’s snowing!” He breathed, his emerald eyes sparkling with exhilaration,

“So?” Raven shrugged,

“Like a lot! It’s gonna settle fast!”

“Again... so what?”

“Raaae!” He whined, rolling his eyes at her not connecting the dots with that beautiful brain of hers.

“What, Gar?”

“We have to go out in it!” He squeaked,

Raven’s eyes went wide and she flinched beneath her cloak, “What?! Are you insane? It’s 2am. We’ll catch our deaths.”

He turned to look at her, smirking as he wriggled his eyebrows, “I’m sure you can heal us before it gets to that, babe.”

Raven blushed at the pet name, as she always tended to but she folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, “Gar-”

“Please, Rae? Snow is my favorite and it’s never like this in the mornings! It’s all slushy or iced over and no fun.”

She watched him, that buzzing aura, similar to that of childlike wonder being the only energy she could currently feel. It washed over her; calmed her emotions and allowed her to be more relaxed in what he was suggesting.

Her silly boy was an oddity and a rarity.

Raven chewed her lip before she shook her head and sighed, “10 minutes on the roof and then we come back inside. Got it?”

“Definitely!” Gar vowed, snatching her hand and pulling her along for the ride as he bounded out of the main room in the direction of the stairs leading to the roof.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Gar threw open the metal door whilst Raven watched with dry amusement as his expression softened into one of pure awe.

As a particularly frozen gust of wind passed by them, Raven tugged her cloak around her body so tight; her fingers went a light shade of white. Garfield, on the other hand, hopped out onto the fresh, powdered snow that lay across the rooftop like a blanket, leaving a trail of sneaker imprints.

He turned around in a circle and stuck his tongue out, trying to taste the falling snowflakes. That boyish grin of his was plastered across his lips, looking extremely satisfied each time he heard the snow crunch beneath his own feet.

“Look at all the snow, Rae!” He chirped, crouching down to leave an indent of his hand print in the bed of snow.

“Mhm. It’s great. And cold. Can we go back inside now?” She asked, tonelessly,

Gar rolled his eyes at her before he jogged back to where she still stood in the doorway. He smirked and wriggled his fingers at her,

“C’mon… y’know you want to.”

She pulled a face, “I really don’t.”

“Please? Just for a while and then we’ll go inside. I promise.” He glanced at his wrist to mimic a watch, “You said 10 minutes, remember?”

“Gar, it’s freezing…” She muttered, kicking some snow away from the door.

“I can warm you up.” He replied in a smooth guy voice,

She gave him a look but couldn’t help the corners of her lips quirking upwards into a smile.

Gar beamed and gently tugged on her hand, “That’s my Rae.”

She sighed and followed him out onto the roof, glancing down at her boots that were already covered with snow.  Raven inwardly cursed at the things she did for this boy of hers; 2am and here she was, standing on the roof of the tower with him, just to play in the snow.

“Why are you so amazed by this, Gar?” She wondered aloud as she noticed him bent over and rolling up the body of a snowman, “You’ve seen snow plenty of times.”

“I know…” He chuckled, “And I always get this excited; just none of you ever see it. I know the guys would make fun if they did but… this time of year… I don’t know… acting like a kid and getting excited over the little things… it just seems right, y’know?”

Raven watched him, feeling the drop in his euphoria as he continued talking.

“I know it’s stupid but… well, none of us really had a normal childhood so I guess… I kinda try to make up for it now, like freaking out over snow… I know I probably don’t- Oof!” He was cut off as a snowball hit him on the shoulder, the snow splattering over the rest of his arm, the already melted thing dribbling down his skin.

He flinched, completely off guard and spun around to see his smirking empath, already holding another snowball encased in her magic. She raised an eyebrow, “Well, we now have 8 minutes. I suppose you better make the most of it.”

A slow, wide grin spread over his lips and he furrowed his eyebrows in determination, “Aw, you’re so going down, babe!”

“Uh huh. We’ll see.” She remarked, letting the snowball fly as he ducked to start building up his own artillery.

They continued the snow assault on one another, quiet laughter bubbling up into the night sky as they chased each other across the frosted roof. Raven didn’t even notice that they had been out there for 30 minutes rather than her stern 10 until Gar sniffled and sneezed several times in a row.

Pausing, she dropped her snowball to the ground and frowned at him with worry shining in her eyes. He snuffed and rubbed his nose as she stalked closer to him.

He offered her a smile and shrugged, “I’m good-”

“No you’re not.”

“Rae, I swear; I’m fine!” He squeaked, not wanting to end their fun in the snow; he loved so much when she allowed herself to be free and just enjoy herself, no matter how silly or kid like the activity was.

She allowed her hand to glow a periwinkle blue and pressed it to his chest, silencing him.

Raven clicked her tongue and her brows knitted together, “You’re getting sick.”

“Rae-“

“You should have grabbed a coat.”

He laughed as she grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards the door, “Raven-“

“C’mon… we’ve been out here way longer than 10 minutes anyway.” She told him,

Gar clicked his fingers, “Aww, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.” He mumbled, whilst Raven rolled her eyes at him and led him down the stairs, closing the roof door behind her.

The changeling continued to sniffle and scrub at his red tipped nose as they made their way back down into the main room. As they crossed the threshold, they froze at the sight of another person in the kitchen.

“What’re you guys doing?” Dick asked, his blue eyes narrowed at them in utter bewilderment,

He stood by the counter wearing a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt with a glass of water in hand.

“Uh…” Raven thought for an answer but came up empty so Gar saved them with the truth.

Taking her hand in his own, Gar grinned at their friend and leader, “It snowed, dude!”

Dick briefly glanced over at the windows, noticing the thick snowflakes falling and sticking to the glass before melting and rolling down the panes.

“Oh yeah… so it has…” He noted, “So, you were playing in the snow?”

Gar rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah!”

Dick chuckled and took a sip of water, shaking his head at their antics. Gar shuffled his feet and looked like he was about to brush it aside and make a joke out of himself.

Raven, however, was quicker to comment, “It’s... actually really fun.”

The dark haired vigilante raised an eyebrow at her whilst Gar looked incredulously at her; not believing she had actually said that.

“I thought you hated the snow, Raven.” Dick pointed out,

She shrugged and gazed at Gar, “It helps you to feel calm and carefree; like being a kid again.”

The shape shifter felt a warmth spread across his chest where his heart lay, his stomach fluttering and he was reminded of one of the many reasons he fell in love with Raven.

She liked to tease and make fun of him but when she knew it was something close to his heart or something that ran deeper, she made a point of supporting him, no matter how minor a thing it was.

“Hm... never really looked at it that way.” Dick replied, stifling a yawn,

Gar smiled and gently pressed his lips to Raven’s cheek, making her blush a faint pink.

“Actually, Dick... I was hoping that maybe tomorrow... I could take Mar’i out to play in the snow? Y’know since... she hasn’t really experienced it yet... I thought she might be all amazed over it.”

Dick paused and pulled his drink away from his lips, considering before he nodded and smiled softly at his friend, “Sure, Gar.” He paused and eyed the green jokester’s lack of outerwear, “Just... make sure she is warm. She’s too little to be going out there without a coat on.”

Gar chuckled sheepishly whilst Raven furrowed her eyebrows, “Too little? You know she’s temperature resilient like Star, right?”

“Obviously but I still don’t like chancing her getting cold.” Dick retorted, in his ‘dad’ voice,

Grinning, Gar pouted, “Aw, papa Dick so worried.”

Dick rolled his eyes and put his now empty glass back into the basin on the counter, “Obviously. She’s my daughter, after all.”

Raven quirked a tiny smile, “Mhm... we know.”

Their leader shook his head and passed them, kissing Raven’s forehead and high fiving Gar as he moved, “Night guys. See you in the morning.”

“Night, Dick.” The couple replied in unison,

Gar watched Raven out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before he gently took her hands in his,

“Thanks for that, Rae.” He murmured,

“Thanks for what?” She asked, her eyes flicking from his jade ones to his lips,

“Being onside with the child, carefree thing...”

She gifted him with one of her rare, serene and signature Raven smiles,

“Snow has never really been important to me... but if it’s important to you...” She trailed off, lifting her chin slightly more,

Gar smirked and leaned down, brushing his nose against hers before pressing his forehead to hers. Raven closed her eyes and exhaled calmly before her eyes snapped open again,

“If you sneeze on me right now-” She was cut off by Gar’s throaty chuckle,

“Guess you better kiss me before that happens then, huh?”

“Why-”

He wrinkled his nose, “Uh oh, I feel a tickle-”

Instantly, he was silenced as Raven pressed her lips to his, allowing them to mold perfectly with Gar’s. Heat sparked through them, shooting along nerve endings and electrifying the calmness between them.

His hands found her waist whilst her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingertips brushing against the line of Gar’s jaw and eliciting fire in the wake of where she touched.

Gar pulled back and sucked in a gasp, that flicker of excitement in his eyes. Raven smiled and leaned her forehead against his once again,

“I’m still cold.” She muttered,

“Oh-“

“So... why not follow through with that comment earlier about warming me up?” She breathed, her cheeks flushing red with her suggestion.

Gar blinked at her for a moment before he broke into a wide grin, “I can do that!” He squeaked, already taking her by the hand and leading her out of the main room.

As they moved, Gar realized that as much fun as the snow outside was, being inside with Raven was where he wanted to be. Always.

[four-swords-dub]

A gallant knight with an incredible talent for art and evil cackling! It is of course, Kaenith! (Kaenith couldn’t record their transcript so I’ve included one of my fav Shadow lines so far) Name: Kaenith Character(s) you voice: Shadow Link Are you in any way like those characters? We both wear a lot of black, and like dragons? :D  One of these days I definitely want to dye my hair purple, too. Favourite/least favourite thing about voicing your character? Favorite: Shadow’s so dramatic, voicing him is a lot of fun xD  Plenty of opportunities to cackle like mad, or snarl in anger, or act cajoling and sneaky. Least favorite: Sometimes if I try to do his voice for too long, it starts making my throat sore.  It’s not too bad, though - I just need to remember to take breaks and drink plenty of water ^^;;

Which characters did you audition for? Primarily Shadow, since I felt my voice was best suited to him.  But I also read some lines for Green and Blue, in case the director felt I’d be better in a different role. How did you react when you got the part(s)? I was thrilled!  Shadow’s one of my favorite characters, and the role I wanted most.  Plus, I was just excited to see this project happening at all! It’s great to see activity like this in the fandom ^_^ Who do you wish you could voice? Honestly I’m happy with Shadow!  Though I’ll admit a bit of envy over all the awesome creepy monster voices Alex can do – I wish my voice could do that too! Had you read the manga before taking part in the dub? Yep! Four Swords is one of my long-standing favorite fandoms. Any past voice acting experience? Not anything on this scale.  I’ve recorded a few voiceovers for a couple different school projects before, but nothing like this. Who is your favourite FS character (if any)? I can’t choose between Shadow and Vio, they’re both my faves!  (I love all the Links, really… but especially those two. How do you warm up/get in character before recording? I try to sing!  (“try” being the key word here, haha)  Shadow’s voice is fairly different from my normal speaking voice, so sometimes I have to use it for a while before it sounds right.  Singing’s a good way to get a bunch of words out!I also sometimes re-listen to my own parts of previous episodes, to try and stay consistent and not have my Shadow-voice shift over time. Along those lines: Asked by Grimm Fate FS Dub I actually would love to ask a question for Kaenith: How exactly she gets into the mindset when it comes time to voice Shadow Link. I'm curious about the process. I generally have the manga open in front of me as I record.  I look at Shadow’s expressions in the panels I’m voicing and try to imagine what he’s feeling and thinking, and why, and based on that, how he would say the lines.  Sometimes I even try to mimic his body posture and expressions.

Favourite chapter to voice so far? Favourite scene? Ooh, good question… I enjoyed voicing the confrontation with Link’s father.  I think that Link having a family and people who love him is one of the things Shadow is especially bitter and envious of, so I tried really hard to put as much venom as I could into “what a good father you are.” It’s also been a lot of fun collaborating with the other voice actors for bloopers and other projects – like the Monty Python parody that Riley wrote, or the time Swiss (and Riley!) responded to and built on one of the bloopers I’d recorded. Some of my favorite chapters and scenes in the manga are yet to come – I’m looking forward to Volume Two!Also: Asked by Anon What was the funniest/most humorous line you guys have had to say? Hm… not quite a line and more of a… vocal reaction? but I sure had fun voicing the part where Zelda slaps Shadow in the face xD  I even acted it out a bit, jerking my head to the side as though I’d actually been struck.  I really wanted to make sure it sounded like she hit hard; because, frankly, much as I love him, Shadow deserved it at that point in the story. (Karen: I was convinced Kae had slapped herself when I first heard this XD) Lines you dread voicing the most (screaming, crying, etc): Any time I have to laugh and speak in the same line xD  Getting Shadow’s laugh right can be tricky, so trying to switch from speaking to laughing or back very quickly is a challenge. What are your biggest worries when it comes to voicing your character? At first I was really nervous that people wouldn’t think my voice was a good fit for Shadow.  As I mentioned earlier, I hadn’t done much voice acting before so I wasn’t very confident in it.  But a lot of people have been really kind and supportive, which helps a lot! (Karen: I can’t imagine Shadow sounding any other way now!)

Would you date your character (if they were of age)? Nah. Shadow’s great – definitely one of my favorite characters, and if he were real it might be cool to be friends with him (post-redemption) – but I don’t like him that way.*cough*besidesI’mprettysurehe’staken*cough*   I mean what? I didn’t say anything. Do you have a favourite voice actor on the dub? I don’t think I could choose ^^;;  Many of the other voice actors are my friends, and they all do a great job!