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[cinnamon-bunni]

guess who i've been thinking about again

[kuuderekweenfics]

Only Temporary

I really wanted to make Keigo nasty. Like, a real debaucherous fiend who could hardly give a hoot about you (pun intended). Instead he came out of my head ever the gentlemen and oh, so soft. 

Like a roll of double-ply toilet paper. (Kidding!)

 But I’m not mad about it.

Also, reader, in this fic, you’re a bit cold at the beginning. So if you can’t imagine yourself being stand-offish, this mayyyy not be for you. For those of you who read my first piece, I added a lil Easter egg in there. 

Hawks x Female Reader

Explicit Warning: Next stop, Orgasmville (18+)

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“baby, oh fuck...I’m gonna cum...”

An eye roll begins to form and you close your eyes to avoid confrontation. Not that he’s paying attention to anything other than his current orgasm anyway. Eyes clutched and nostrils flared. He looks constipated, you think. You choke down the impending laughter but can’t help the jerk your body makes, so you blanket it with a gaudy, dramatic moan to disguise your exposed apathy. 

He’s busy peeling off the condom as you turn over and reach for your phone, dragging a finger under your eye to wipe away any mascara that may flaked during the two minutes of intercourse. 

“Did I blow your mind?” He beckons for encouragement like a puppy beckons for attention. 

You decide to throw him a bone. A lazy smile flickers in place. “Extraordinary.”

Puppy wags his tail.

You leave his apartment 20 minutes later, after a quick rinse off and against his wishes, feigning a prior engagement that requires the upmost promptness. As you walk along the bustling city sidewalk, neon lights and advertisements flashing cinematic beauty queens, you remind yourself that this, that he, is only temporary. 

You met him at an overpriced cafe. You didn’t even remember his damn name. He was flustered, you could immediately tell by his stumbling speech. But you hadn’t been laid in over a year and needed to feel something other than your fingers or the purple silicone vibrator you kept tucked away in your nightstand drawer. Even if he was staler than the cup of coffee you purposely left behind. 

But all you ended up doing was counting the seconds between thrusts until it was finally over.

“At least the cobwebs have been swept,” you settle. You thought someone who had a hardening quirk would have more gusto. Apparently the hardness of his boner does very little for the duration of intercourse. Good to know. 

The chilled air nipped at you skin, leaving your cheeks and nose red with its kiss. In its wake was a residual sweetness, weak but more exigent the farther you walked. You made use of your quirk, a keen sense of smell, to locate where the comforting aroma came from. You face the bright patisserie, welcoming and quaint and almost entirely unoccupied. 

As you walk inside, you’re greeted by a young woman, her swollen belly covered by an apron. She’s attempting to grab a tart from the middle shelf of the display case, squatted with her hand pressed into her lower back as if it were the only thing keeping her from toppling over. 

“Do you need help?” You watch with pity.

She blinks at you and sighs, contemplating whether it was a good idea, or if it was even allowed, to ask for a customer’s assistance. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, she nods and lets out a breathy laugh. “Please. This baby makes it impossible for me to do much nowadays.”

She hands you a glove and the box that had three cakes sitting neatly atop parchment. “How far along are you?”

It’s a weak attempt of small talk. And you don’t really care to know. But it would be awkward carry on in silence. So you manage to sound curious all the same.

“33 weeks.”

You hand her the box, tart acquired, and mumble out a congratulations. She thanks you kindly, although her smile doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. She gives you a slice of strawberry shortcake, perched on the top shelf, as reward for your task, as well as a coin. 

“It’s for the gacha,” she points at the machine near the entrance. “I check each capsule to make sure there are no duds.”

You can’t possibly know what she means by that. You hold up the coin to her in thanks and grab your capsule before setting off. 

It’s an All Might charm. Throwing it in your pocket, you work on your slice of cake, grabbing it with your hand and taking a bite like it was a slice of pizza. You never understood the logic behind idolizing heroes. While they did save the world from certain demise, and you were very thankful you were not a slave to a demon lord, heroes are simply doing their job. Were you to idolize the teen who whips up your order at McDonaz for feeding you as well? Mouthful of strawberry and cream, you chuckle at the mental image.

Your vision blurs as you’re abruptly yanked out of your reverie. 

“What in the actual fuck?” You question angrily.

You turn to see a man, blue face partially covered for anonymity, holding the purse that is still slung to your shoulder.  You stare through mirthless eyes as he growls in frustration, obviously intending to make an easier escape. Cake in hand, you slap him hard enough to leave a stinging pain in your palm. He struggles to get the cream from out of his eyes as he dashes away.

You hear a laugh behind you. “I had all intentions of rescuing you, although it doesn’t look like you need much help.”

His arms are crossed and his yellow visor does little to hide his obvious amusement. 

“There are bigger evils to be thwarted. I can manage a failed pickpocket,” you respond, shifting your purse strap to sling across your body. “Shouldn’t you be, like, going after that guy?”

He blinks. “I already have.” 

Your hair is pushed forward as the crimson feather zips past you and nestles neatly back into his plush wings. The weight of his stare is immobilizing. You’ve been gawked at by men countless times. But his slitted pupils gleams with lascivious intent. 

You should look away. 

You should tell Hawks goodnight. 

You just let some rando fuck you only an hour ago.

Could you count that as a fuck?

That’s beside the point.

Only, you’re not sure what happened in the last ten minutes because now he’s pressed against you in your apartment hall, his lips latched onto yours as his stubble scrapes your chin. You want to put your hands on him anywhere and everywhere, feel the wiry muscles of his arm or test just how soft his wings are. But before you can so much as place a finger on him he seizes your wrists and holds them against the wall above your head, only to immediately trade them for your ass, hauling you up off the floor so that you can straddle him as your kiss deepens like the sea, your tongue sliding across his in waves. 

You give him directions to the bedroom through the sloppy, firm kisses, shrugging off your top and hearing it hit the floor behind you. You jerk your hips forward to feel his hard-on, your jeans adding a touch of friction that makes you moan softly into his mouth. 

He plops you on the bed, immediately tugging on the button of your pants.

But wait...

Perplexed, you ask, “When did you undress?” 

Hawks grins at you and, instead of a response, answers by flapping his wings. The cold air it pushes towards you elicits a shiver. He rips off your jeans and panties in one go, staring at your pussy as if it were his last, god-damned meal. He winds his arms around your thighs and pulls you forward, his hot breath making your cunt twitch. He licks you with fervor, pressing his tongue against your soft, wet flesh. The moan he releases covers you in goosebumps. As he narrows in on your clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking down, your breasts jerks up. The pleasure is palpable as he eats away at your needy pussy vehemently. He releases one leg and inserts a finger into you to test the waters, followed by a second to fill you a bit more, curling his fingers upward in search of the spot that is sure to drive you wild. And it doesn’t take long, because in record timing you’re feeling hot, so very fucking hot, and the pressure that has been building in your head begs for release. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...me,” you drag out, snapping the rubber band that was holding your sanity in place. 

You come hard and loud. He chuckles as he lets you drift back down from your high, lapping away at your juices and then wiping what remains on his chin with his thumb. As he sits up he rubs his dick, hard and thick and begging for entry as precum drips from the tip. He strokes his cock against your lips, thick veins greeting your clit to reinvigorate your arousal. 

“Please,” you breathe out. It’s so unlike you to beg. You’re stubborn and proud, but in this instant, you would give anything for him to fuck you into oblivion, destroying your soppy cunt like he might destroy a menace. 

He grabs your waist and pulls you up, kissing you roughly before falling back, leaving you straddled on top of him. He runs his hands down your body, rubbing you clit haphazardly.

“Show me how much you want it,” he smirks.

You rub his arousal against your lips a few times to continue coating him with your overflowing juices. Then you lean forward, one hand behind you takes hold of his cock and guides him in. 

He’s big. Like “bite down on your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes shut while you tremble” big. You’re wetness did little for this intrusion, his cock scraping your walls as it inches in deep. But imagining his dick impaling you in quick succession leaves you breathless and wanting. You begin to move. Bobbing up and down, slowly at first, to get used to his girth. Adding the occasional swirl of your hips to get your pussy to cooperate and suck him up entirely. His eyes are on your cute face, red and focused, before he slides them down to watch where your bodies are conjoined. After a few minutes of pumping, your legs are beginning to tire, and try your best to keep the pace but hope for some intervention or a small reprieve. He must notice this, because he places his hands on your hips and pulls down, sheathing himself completely in one hard thrust. You cry out in ecstasy, throwing your head back as his fat cock punches into your cervix. 

You hear him grunt under you. “Shit. F-fuck. You’re clamping around me.”

He thrusts, grinding into your throbbing cunt mercilessly. You cant think, you can breathe, all you can focus is the swift piston that seem to send an electric shock into the pit of your chest. You rub your the bundle of nerves at the apex of your heat with abandon, sending another bolt through your body. He catches your eyes roll to the back of your head. Shit, shit, shit, right there, right there, right...

A scream that had been building up in your stomach explodes from your mouth as your entire body quakes above him, hands gripping onto the anchor that is his hard, muscular abdomen.

He gently places his arm on your lower back, maneuvering the both of you without pulling out. You’re not sure if it’s the residual effect of your last orgasm, but you feel almost weightless.

You wouldn’t find out until later that he had used his wings to reposition.

He lays you on the mattress, kissing your neck and trailing down until his mouth meets your breast. He begins moving again, sucking on your nipple and softly biting just enough to make you moan. His thrusts are calculated: deep and triggering, each one leaving you a drooling mess. 

He places his forearms on either side of your head, pressing a kiss to your ear.

“I need to fuck you hard,” he whispers.

All you can do is frantically nod before he starts speeding up, skin slapping skin. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, quick grunts echoing the creak of the springs in the bed beneath you. His dick pushes your organs up, up, up, as your body takes him in obediently, craving the taste. You mewl out quietly, biting your bottom lip and furrowing your brows.

“You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.” 

You cant respond, you just focus on each relentless thrust driving you closer to the breaking point. He sits up, raising your hips to find a better angle. He rams into you, quick and powerful. His cock reduces your mind to mush each time he bottoms out. He is close, you know. Not because his fingers are now digging into the skin of your hips, or the sweat that gleams on his brow. But because you feel his dick twitch repeatedly in your gewy cunt. 

He plows into you erratically, filling you up so, very thoroughly. He grits his teeth with one final plunge, shooting his hot, sticky load into you. The feeling of his cum stuffing you to the brim feels almost comforting. You try, desperately, to hold in the sob threatening to escape you. You refuse to get emotional. 

Oh lord. Get a grip. You just met the man. You need to keep your cool. Because, just like the one before, regardless of your small, nagging desire, you know the cold truth of the matter. 

He’s only temporary.

Even if he has given you the best sex of your life.

Even as his shaky fingers detach from your hips as he releases a whistle. 

Even as he asks, “you doing okay?” with an open tenderness that surprises you. 

Even as he brings his hand to your face and wipes away the tear that manages to free itself despite your earnest resolve.

Even as you give him the most genuine smile you can offer.

“Extraordinary.”

[ahalal-uralma]

Part Two.

I’m going to try to finish up my responses to the drama in this post. I will address allegations I’ve observed in addition to toxic behaviors I’ve seen displayed.

For people who haven’t seen the first post, you can read it here. Otherwise, moving forward...

If you saw or recollect Marilia’s accusations of my making and opening up accounts to attack her and other girls, that’s not true.

This is the only blogs I operate. I have taken screenshots so you can see all proper overlaps and cut-offs. Most of these blogs have already been linked on my main blog theme. I’ve never operated any blogs like world-of-disquiet or any others people could make up; and by the way, my last known URL’s for this blog and previous ones have been maintained and saved.

If someone is attacking you and saying it’s me, then be rest assured they’re not me and just looking for trouble. It is highly encouraged to report and block them.

Addressing some content I am not sure if I have already gotten to or not, according to what is posted on the hate blog about me, that Marilia is operating, I am going to say nothing on that platform proves I’m fake. This isn’t proof.

I’m the same woman and the photo on the left is over 8 years old. It’s not two years old as this very blog is nearly that and I’ve never posted it to here. It’s obvious I weighed more and did my makeup differently back then. Also, these photos are taken in differing angles.

Other photos she displays involved bad makeup, lighting or editing (using too much sharpening tool, because the image came out blurry and I didn’t feel like retaking it).

Here’s more old photos of myself these girls don’t have. These photos all range from when I was 18 to 26 years old. I’ve gone through a lot of ups and downs in my weight during all of that time and lots of evolutions in makeup.

I’m 33 now and not ashamed of what I look like at any period of my life, because that’s just proof I’ve existed and overcome a lot. I have a lot of trauma I went through growing up and I am working on my recovery little by little. If someone feels bad about how I look that’s a personal problem.

I don’t just follow perfect strangers on tumblr, by the way. People like my real life best friend @crazyloophole follow me on here and could easily call myself out if he saw me acting out of characteristic to reality. He’s known me since I was 18 years old. We have known one another for 15 years. We were roommates at one point. He’s a brother to me. He would not let me get away with being fake.

Another lie being circulated heavily is that I’m stealing my original selfies and photography from other people, despite the fact I could easily prove them as my original work’s.

Take for instance one of the following photos by Victor. I’m not sure if I got the exact date, since he tends to reblog his photography a lot. I do the same with mine. I adore this man and have already made it clear he’s an inspiration to me. I think it is very offensive to make me out as a rival to any other photographer.

Take for instance this photograph that belongs to him. This is the date I can find unless he can correct me there is an earlier one. It’s beautiful and magnificent. I love how he captures the rays of the sun and they look omnipotent.

This is my own photograph from the spring time. It was shot many months earlier. And who cares which photo came first? Why should it even matter? I know he’s not thieving from me and I know I’m not thieving from him. I know there are works of his that came before me and vice verse. It shouldn’t matter.

Just because there’s similar influences of light and shadows, doesn’t mean we are ripping one another off. Our work is still vastly different in many ways; considering since, his relates to the Canary Islands he lives on. I am from the United States.

We are not observing the same landscape or use of colors in these photos. We do not have the same creative visions or voice. You can see remnants of the mountains in his photograph and I’m overlooking the woods.

I could go on a huge hunt for every photo to double-check dates, but it shouldn’t be just me doing the research. People should have been doing things like this from the beginning. You can see Tessa is being dishonest about one photo easily by design. She doesn’t care about the art and it’s meaning to the people who produce it. She has no respect for the origins of other people’s creations.

She demands validation for her art, but tries to spread defamatory lies about other people’s without proof. It’s extremely rude and uncalled for behavior. She is just diving through sea’s of thousands of images and trying to superficially nitpick the one’s she thinks will benefit her the most to complain about. I don’t think she would be too thrilled if someone was doing this to her own artwork out of pettiness.

She does not care that my visions involve the exploration of dreams and imaginings of other worlds. How I’m looking to find the soul of my beloved in the woods.

She does not care that Victor’s heart is full of longing for a distant love lost to this world, how he longs for her in the depths of the oceans that lay out before him often.

She does not care that sandmoonyelse is a poetic visionary. She is a true goddess of her craft, second to no one. She doesn’t know how important her work is to the heart’s and minds it often touch’s. She makes people emotional in all of the best ways.

I’ve never once suggested that I don’t use editing. I just do not do it for every photo or video I make. I also, do not see the need to put a disclaimer on everything I make warning people whether or not it is edited. I should not have to. It’s my work. It’s not open for debate. As for what I edit and why is my business; it can be a lot of things from altering a photo to black and white or increasing the contrast.

^^ Here we are with a fallacy in general. One among many I continue to see from Tessa’s blog. I did not call her a Catfish and I find it extremely suspect that’s where her mind went.

This could mean one of two things, she’s trying to deflect belief in something that she knows she is and is in denial over and is worried I am catching onto it when it didn’t even occur to me it was possible; or, she’s hoping by placing out words I’ve never written in the first place, she can manipulate people to side with her more out of a state of pity for her. Making me the bad guy in every way she can. In general, the latter seems the most likely to me as she does this as common practice.

Another glaring flaw in this rant is that she pretty much admitted I don’t actually stalk her like she suggests all the time I do. If I did, I wouldn’t need people to report her content to me. Why need someone to report what I am capable of seeing perfectly fine if I was? This derails all argument in general.

And while we are on the subject, unless I really have been alerted by another person or through a tag she placed, or heaven forbid the content ever gets reblogged, that’s the only way I’ll only ever see what she posts. I don’t care about her or her blog. She doesn’t have anything worth my time or energy.

At this point, I don’t feel like continuing to address things beyond the fact that these girls are begging to be left alone and that’s what I’ll do on the condition they leave me alone from the start. If they don’t, and insist on harassing me or tagging me, I’ll always act accordingly with that.

And if I have to screenshot or link to content for people who wish to be properly informed, then I will. Otherwise, I’m not answering anymore to these kinds of tangents. And any direct hate messages will be spammed with spotify or something. Maybe, I’ll use gifs, cause there’s some good ones for bad children.

[cutegirlmayra]

Sonic Forces prompt: Amy offers herself in exchange for Sonic release, she "says" she'll give special info on their plans for Sonic's return but ultimately doesn't and believes with Sonic back the troops morale will improve. Sonic, however, is angry that his friends would let her do something like that and upon freeing her fears what Infinite did to her to "make her talk." Sonic isn't happy that Amy would give herself up like that and they have a talk that helps them both heal after the war.

I may slightly change your idea, slightly, but I think it’ll be more dramatic how Amy is taken instead of Sonic this way. I don’t think I can come up with much of a reason for Infinite taking her instead of Sonic when Sonic is quite literally passed out, so I made up my mind that ‘this’ way would be a bit more believable. (If this turns into an InfinitexAmy but ends on Sonamy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It... it’s a problem and I can’t stop it, lol)

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33:05 - Pajama Blogs - Prompt Requests (My Youtube, where I went over this prompt upon first ideas! :D)

Prompt:

It was mortifying. Seeing Sonic go down so fast, suddenly becoming still and lifeless...

Everyone froze on the battlefield, and after their bodies forced them to take a breath, Amy rushed in front of Sonic’s limp body.

Infinite slowly floated down, his tail slightly flicking in an elegant manner, but showing his frustration at her immediate interference.

“Hahaha..! And what do you suppose you can do... Your hero has failed you, your forces will end here... There’s nothing your patheic attempt at saving his life could possibly do for your forces...” He placed his hand up to his mask, gloating as he taunted her protective stance in front of Sonic’s laying form.

She frowned heavily, her hands shaking a moment on her raised hammer but quickly gripped it tighter to stop the fear creeping into her heart. “Sonic can’t loose!” She declared, confidently. “Not if we’re all standing beside him!”

Infinite took his other arm and wrapped it around himself, creating a place for his before mentioned raised hand’s elbow to rest on. “If he wakes up... none of you will be here... hahaha!”

His laughter caused Amy’s eyebrows to twitch down into an even fiercer glare.

Getting annoyed at her bravery, Infinite pivoted quickly in the air and threw his arms down, “Stubborn as your kind, I see!” he raised his arm slowly, “No matter... I’ll dispose of all this ‘false hope’ and end this war’s resistance once and for-”

“I’d like to see you try!” Amy took a confident step forward, but Eggman’s voice cut both of them off from their respective ‘duel’ of sorts.

“Infinite!” Eggman seemed to be giving the commands around here, and not Infinite. “I want him captured and alive!”

Infinite flicked his tail again, a bit more to show his growing anger, but turned to Amy. “The Doctor seems to be under the impression that he’s better off watching the world burn then burning with it... an unfortunate call, but he never said anything about preserving his friends lives...”

A red beam shot from his hands as Amy threw up her hammer and was blown back by it, but made sure she didn’t knock into Sonic.

She looked back at him, worried, before shaking her fears off again and standing boldly in front of Infinite. “I’ll go instead!” she cried out. “I can tell you valuable plans for the resistance-!”

“Like I would believe such a tale.” Infinite continued to fire off shots, trying to get her to leave the body to him, but she wouldn’t budge.

She was blasted time and time again by the contact of his beams against her hammer, but she continued to remain strong and deflect them away while not moving from where Sonic was.

She gritted her teeth, seeing he wasn’t going to buy into bluffs.

“No fear,” she began, which threw Infinite off as he pulled back his hand, growing even more furious at her courage. “Amy Rose is here!” she began to charge him, and growing afraid, he shot one red beam out from a few different cubes that appeared around him, firing all into the center of her hammer as she tried to push against it.

She grunted, showing the strain on her body as the laser beams continued to dig into her hammer and weaken her of her reserved power.

He laughed then, seeing her at a standstill. “Your useless attempt at saving his life will end in vain. It’s pointless to strive against a more powerful force than your own!”

“...Eggman... and even you don’t scare me.” She spoke through clenched teeth, but her feet were sliding as she tried to push against the combined red force of the beams.

Infinite’s eye twitched at her words.

“...You will be!” he threw back his resting hand and shot another powerful beam into the center, giving an extra force to the already overpowering might of the Phantom Ruby cubes.

She was forced back, but when she did so, Tails flew into the scene along with the others, leading a defensive wall just to stand as cover.

Knuckles and the others lead another ground team, trying to get people out of there.

Espio suddenly appeared, having gone invisible to get Amy, but she weakly opened her eyes and spoke in a haze, “No... Go... get... Sonic...”

“But-” Espio looked to see Sonic, his fingers finally twitched, showing he was alive... somewhat. “What about you?” He looked back at her and she breathed faintly. “We... need... him.” She spoke, trying to use the last of her strength to push Espio towards him, scooting his foot to Sonic’s direction. “He’ll... raise... morale.”

“That’s not your reason.” Espio knew her undying love for Sonic, but wouldn’t be so easily moved by it. “You’re acting like a fool, let me help you up-ah!” she batted away his reaching hands.

“GO!” she cried out, “Now!”

His eyes flinched at her declaration... his fist shook, “Sonic...” he ran towards him and turned invisible, laying on top of him to block out Infinite’s vision in seeing him, creating a blank space that looked like no one was there... “Forgive me...” He closed his eyes, feeling them shake. He knew Sonic wouldn’t let this go, and probably stage a hasty rescue for Amy... but letting Amy go... what was she planning?!

Infinite had no trouble squandering Tails’s force, flying over them and shooting out his beams before seeing Amy on the ground, panting and trying to get up on her knees, and Sonic no where to be found.

In his rage, he flew straight at her, gripping her throat and pulling her up into the air. “Where is he!?What have you done with him?!”

Amy struggled to place her hands on his own, gripping tightly against her airway. “G-given... the... r-resistance... a-a.... miracle... of... h-ho-hope.”

In his fury, he lifted his other hand to tear her face clean through, but Eggman flew up behind the flames.

“You lost him!?” He roared, but looked around, “Nevermind the girl! Wait-... Wait, wait, wait! Mind her, mind her!” He flew closer to them and sat up in his Eggmobile, shaking a hand in front of himself to visually show Infinite not to hurt her. “Take her with us to the moon! Sonic will always help a friend in need... wherever we take her... he’ll be sure to follow.” Eggman snickered, but then immediately turned to a frown as he flew over and smacked Infinite upside the head, “When that comes-! Don’t screw it up!” he flew off then, as though somewhat intimidated by Infinite as well, but not scared of him.

Infinite, feeling humiliated upon his total victory just a moment ago, lowered his raised hand but kept Amy by the throat.

He pulled her closer to the edge of his mask, “Our quarrel isn’t over... Amy.”

She kept trying to resist his grip, but he pressed just slightly more to make her choke out her words.

Espio heard her struggling, but knew if he moved even slightly, Sonic’s body would be revealed. ‘Forgive me..!’ he continued to think silently, letting Amy endure the torture.

But with a swift kick, Amy got out of his grasp, just before the final blow to knock her out.

“Hmph,” being shoved away, he dusted himself off, flexing the hand he used to strangle her momentarily with. “Persistent... all the signs of an animal on it’s last legs...”

Amy tried to regain her breathing,...

“I have no use for you... but since Eggman believes you can lure out Sonic... I suppose I can let you live... but you did say you had intel on the resistance. Might as well...” He walked slowly towards her, threatening an advance as he leaned down slightly to show he was ready to duke it out again. “Rip the knowledge right out of you..!”

His swift movements didn’t catch her off-guard like they did Sonic, and instead, their fight was met with blocks and swings, before she spun around and flipped back, shoving him away.

While he was still flying back, she used the opportunity to hit Espio and Sonic into the air, swinging them up as Tails and Knuckles immediately flew and glided up to grab them. They disappeared into the fray of the retreating army, but as Amy was staggering to try and keep herself upright, about to flee with them, Infinite gripped her from behind and threw a hand over her mouth so she couldn’t cry for help. Not that her throat had recovered much from his earlier, killing force.

He flew high into the air, keeping her locked in his arms before she bit his hand.

“Fine, except your fate!” he let her go but threw open a false reality, splitting her mind into believing she was being glitched apart and turning into static interference.

He watched with some amusement, before using the realm to also quickly transfer her to the moon’s prison.

Everything was black... and cold.

The metal beneath her only increased her discomfort as she began to slowly blink her eyes, and getting up... looking to see the design very much like Eggman’s handiwork.

Her hands were shackled by some strange technology that glowed light blue, and behind her, a lowered metal bed that hung just a little off the floor.

She sighed and felt her head ringing, not wanting to remember how she got here, but having the memories skate by quickly as she recollected herself.

“Hmph, Eggman is a fool to think this will cause any panic.”

That voice wasn’t familiar... and as she turned to see a huge, hulking red beast with horns in front of her cell, she held in her surprised gasp.

Her mouth opened as her eyes scanned but then shut quickly as he looked over to her, “What will you do with her?” his arms were folded, looking less than thrilled at the prospect of not being able to get his revenge right away. “I was told I could toss Sonic around like my own personal punching bag!” He tightened his fist, “Eggman will hear of my displeasure...”

Infinite’s voice suddenly entered the frame, and Amy felt her chest tighten as though his very voice could constrict her now like he had her throat.

“Leave the girl and whatever use she can be to me. I understand you’re aggravation, but don’t get in my way with your sap story...” He flicked a hand out, as though dismissing Zavok as Amy put together that he must have come to beat down on Sonic even more...

If he were here... hurt and disoriented, worried about his friends and going crazy at the small confinement... no, Sonic wouldn’t have succumbed to dread. He would have taken the beating till he could fight back... He would have remained hopeful that his team would come through. That they could make it and manage a short while without him.

Infinite walked up into the sight of the prison bars... almost like stalking her image a moment before pausing towards the door of her cell. “...What good is your failed bravery now?” he taunted, then tilted his head and gestured his hand out. “Your friends will do just fine without you, that much is true, dying was never hard for your kind anyway.”

‘My kind..?’ Amy wondered if that meant Infinite wasn’t one of them, but perhaps, half robot. She tried to open her mouth but her voice failed her, and she put her hands up to her mouth, realizing all that was coming out was air.

Infinite watched... seeing her frailty, and disregarding it to continue speaking. He looked away from her, “Your friends have been fighting but to no avail... Eggman will crush them soon... and when that happens, he’ll give the order to eliminate the last of them... you.” he looked back to her, “A worthless ant compared to Sonic... just a bigger, squishable ant than you.”

After telling her how much Eggman had taken over the world, even with Sonic still out among the resistance, he then added, “-And no one seems to be prioritizing you. You’re just another casualty to them.”

Amy remained poised, now seeing she couldn’t speak without resounding ridicule from Infinite, she just lowered her hands to her lap and sat properly, staring with a strong look back to him.

“...Even Sonic can’t save the world now.” He waited to see her despair set in... but her eyes simply declared, ‘He will,’.

Infinite’s eye widened and shook, before blinking to a calm and moving more towards her cell. “The last of your hope is about to be snuffed out before you can even see him again..!”

Her eyes blared a holy light of hope, as she let him fall into it’s sucking pull of knowing he was wrong. ‘And you’ll never see it coming...’.

He clashed his hand up against the cell, causing a loud sensation to echo through the whole of the moon’s structure, creating a vibrating force that should have rocked Amy to her core, at least made her flinch, but nothing... “You and the rest of your pathetic resistance is already doomed by my power and the power of the Phantom Ruby!!!”

Amy’s eyes remained constant in their resolve, their power never waning as they once again continued, ‘He’ll overwhelm you in the light of his hope, and you’ll be weak to resist it.’

Slashing the door open as it immediately unlocked for him, he charged into the cell and loomed over her. His body twitched at her still being able to hold her own, and immediately tried to beat out the ‘speak of life’ within her.

She wouldn’t just take a beating, and instead, fought bravely, even though her hands were restricted, summoned her hammer and kept on fighting.

Months had gone by where the routine was to pretend her voice never healed, watch as Infinite continued to try and break her spirit piece by piece with lies, but never fully give in to any of them. Once his patience ran thin, she would fight to stay alive under his brutal hate of her trust in Sonic and her friends.

“I AM NOT WEAK!” he grabbed her hammer which had tried to swing to his head, and threw her down to the ground.

Gripping the top of her head, he threw her against the metallic torture board, but didn’t bother to strap her up this time. “I know your voice should is healed!” his voice was like a shockwave, ringing through the metallic chamber and throughout the moon. He had personally excused Zavok back to the earth to fight Sonic, and though he journeyed there to fight as well, wouldn’t miss a single appointment to try and strip Amy of all she ever believed and held dear.

“You’re just too broken to use it!” he tried to gloat, but she could tell he was only trying to convince himself that she feared him, when it really wasn’t the case.

She pretended it hurt, when it didn’t, and stayed up against the metal board, tilted slightly to hold someone up to a the deadly lightning that would try and shock information out of her.

He paced behind her back, looking to her then away, as though feeling he had nothing left to throw at her, no plan remaining to extract her spirit and tear her core apart.

He wouldn’t admit how strong she was, he wouldn’t allow himself to think such a thing.

So he was convincing himself that he was still winning, and Amy just held her ground time and time again.

He finally moved up to her and slammed a hand against the board, the vibration hurting her hands as she moved away from it and felt herself bump up against him.

She was shocked he was so close, and turned to get ready for another rumble, but he grabbed her shoulder and turned her forcefully, shoving her back against the metallic board.

“Say something...” his voice sounded off, and she looked around, still pretending she couldn’t speak. His claws traced her shoulder down to her collarbone... then up to her throat that slowly began to enclose around her throat again.

She fought but he rammed his elbow into her the metallic board, keeping her in place beneath him, having her slightly lean to match the board’s angle with her back.

“...You still think someone’s going to save you... don’t you?” He lightly squeezed on her throat and she tried to hold back a sound of pain, but he kept his thumb pressing in different places, as though trying to force out a sound. “You don’t even bothering using your voice anymore... not that anything you say would change the truth!” he then threw her away from the metallic board and watch her catch herself before falling to the steel ground. “Even if they try..!” He pivoted to her, angling his head up to loom over her, possessively. “I would never let them have you... Not until I’ve sent you back... in pieces!” He threw back his hand but before he could strike, Amy already summoning her hammer and trying to get her feet under her more, a hook-shot wrapped expertly around his raised wrist, as Infinite was held back. “WHAT?!” he looked bewilderedly back at the wire, and followed it to it’s source...

“Nice shot, Rookie!” A familiar, cheery voice suddenly spun into the fray and spindashed into Infinite, shredded his quills into his Phantom Ruby as the cubes glitched into reality at being threatened.

“NOOO!!!” Infinite was released from the hookshot and pushed back as Sonic’s whirling blue ball of thunder spun in the air a moment before landing in front of Amy, uncurling to reveal her hero.

“Sonic!” she finally let the words out, as Infinite’s eye shook at her voice he hadn’t heard for months.

“The one and only!” Sonic adjusted his gloves, then tapped his foot behind him, as though getting ready for a rumble. “Sorry I’m a bit late, Amy! Zavok took forever to force an answer out of him, what’d I miss?”

“GRAAAH!!” Infinite swung a beam back at Sonic but he quickly dodged it, letting it follow him as he gave Rookie a command.

“Hey, buddy! Get Amy out of here and leave this to me!”

“Nooo!” Infinite turned his target to the red Rookie, but Amy got up and slammed a hammer into his stomach. “Ack..! Ahh... l-liar...” He staggered, and as he did so, tried to reach for her but she quickly gave him one last glare, keeping him up by her hammer, before speedily retreating with the Rookie.

Even at the last second, she wouldn’t speak to him.

He threw out his frustrations onto Sonic, who now that Amy and the Rookie were gone, really let Infinite have it.

From the Rookie, Amy learned how mad and obsessed Sonic was with bringing her back. Chewing out Espio before able to hear reason, he never stopped questioning Eggman and threatening his phantom forces about where she was these six months. He wouldn’t prioritize anything over getting her back, knowing full well she self-sacrificed and risked everything to keep him with the resistance.

“It should have been me!” Sonic kicked Infinite back, but on the second throw, was caught by Infinite’s hand and thrown back.

“Yes, it should have been.” He agreed, and continued to fight him.

“What did you want with Amy anyway!?” Sonic was relentless, and even though Infinite triggered the false dimension many times, Sonic still had plenty of power to keep coming at him.

“...Her voice.” Infinite muttered under his breath, before slashing Sonic to the side and watching him tumble as the gravity began to fail. Sonic was continually spinning horizontally in the air, but floating over to the ceiling’s corner, caught himself and shook his head, glaring back at Infinite and pushing off to dive towards him.

“I wanted her to bring you to me, and now she finally has.”

“Could have been sooner if your mask cracked a bit and you just said where she was in the first place!” their punches weren’t as powerful in zero gravity, but their combined anger meant they were pulling the other to stay within the fight, stay close and personal to keep punching out.

‘I wanted her to choke on her next word-’ Infinite recalled, ‘I wanted her to give up and fall to me like the rest of your insignificant forces! But she wouldn’t!’

Amy was safely delivered to Vector’s escape pod, and the Rookie patted her back, smiling and welcoming her back to earth... and the resistance.

Turning Super Sonic, Sonic also made it out before the moon exploded... and Infinite followed him suit.

Once back at the resistance, Amy could finally rest and get treated for her bruises, which were pretty bad on her throat, where he would target the most.

Eggman scolded Infinite but agreed that Amy was worthless and only there to really cause aggravation and be used as a ‘tool’ really to bargain with and then break their promises and/or deals. Now that she was back, Eggman ordered Infinite to ignore it, but Infinite couldn’t let it slide...

His fingers would twitch to be at her throat again...

With Sonic, hearing she had awaken from her medical rest, he bolted in to startle the nurses and doctors who were looking at her, and noticed her bandaged up with her dress slightly down from her chest to continue fixing up the white bandages.

He turned his head abruptly, but it wasn’t like he could see anything... it was just polite not to stare.

The female doctor who was patching her up smiled at his retreating look, and tied the last knot for Amy, patting her shoulders as Amy blushed and put her dress back up to connect the white collar around her sore neck again.

The male nurse also waved awkwardly to let Sonic know he could look again, and he did so.

“You okay?” He asked, rather quickly, and Amy just smiled weakly to him and closed her eyes.

“I am now that I’ve seen you flourishing!” she chimed, her voice as strong as ever, though not quite matching the patched-up look she had, physically.

“Hmph, Good.” Still angry, he folded his arms and turned his head away. “It would be hard to stay upset if you weren’t.”

“Upset?” Amy asked, curiously, as the rest of the crew eyed one another. Quickly feeling out the mood, they began to depart, letting the two have some privacy.

That same male nurse saw Tails wanting to come in and held up a finger to his lips, showing that he should stay quiet and not bother them right now.

Sonic tapped a foot, aggressively holding in all his words.

“...Sonic? Is everything alright?” Amy worriedly put a hand up to herself and then reached one out to Sonic, but he broke his folded arms and glared at her, with some hurt she didn’t recognize.

“I’ve thought for 6 months how I was gonna sternly call you out for your heroism, how you should have just let it slide and let him take me.” His voice was as though he was banishing her to get out of his presence, but she knew that wasn’t how he was meaning to come off... right?

“After a while, I thought maybe I should explain where I’m coming from, get you to understand how much pain you’ve brought me since you traded in your life for mine.” His voice got softer, but not by much. He leaned on the gurney and got closer to her face, his eyes still intense. “Because... it’s been the first time in my life... that I’ve ever felt genuinely worried for the future... where I couldn’t stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and every night, the same cursed dream of not waking up in time to save you... not being strong enough to not picture all the horrible things that Infinite and Zavok must have been doing to you to get information out on me and the others... the whole resistance was crying their eyes out for you and then letting them sting the next morning as they searched for signs of you.”

As he spoke, Amy felt her heart sinking and rising in turns. Like he was filling her heart with the floods of emotions that were quickly blocking and pushing Infinite’s hopeless attempts to sink her out, and letting her heart swiftly rise up to it’s proper position, instead of down by her stomach in dreaming hopes of grandeur that her friends were alright and well.

She saw the earth from above... but forced herself to never cry, never let Infinite get to her...

Sonic was confused by her silence, but seeing her throat, figured it may hurt to speak.

He looked away, his lips parting to show his clenched teeth and her eyes spotting also his scraping nails against the gurney’s covers...

“I honestly didn’t know, Amy...” He admitted, “... if you’d be there in my future or not.”

She gasped.

Never before had she ever assumed Sonic would give in to such thinking...

“But I couldn’t give up...” He closed his eyes, trying to remain unemotional. “I had to disregard my speech, and if I found you, just tell you how I really feel.”

He then turned seriously towards her, his eyes piecing into her heart that he had made soar up to her throat, bumping against the sides as though unable to move further as it was too big to squeeze through, but the emotional floods were pushing it up regardless.

She slightly leaned back, lost for words, instead of holding them back like before...

“Now... all I can say is... why?” he pleaded, “Why did you do it?” his eyes grew hopelessly soft as though unable to keep up the ‘tough guy’ persona. “Why didn’t you just... save yourself?”

It was love, it had to be. Amy couldn’t perceive this change of character without it being somewhere in his heart.

Six months... anger, to sorrow, to now seeking understanding...

She had put him through the works, and she wanted to heal and mend what she had broken in him.

Eggman and Infinite had succeeded in one thing... torturing this poor boy out of his mind with thoughts of her and her predicament.

Though Infinite had done the same to her, she never fell to his designs... And Sonic? He wouldn’t allow himself to fully surrender either, it wasn’t in his nature. However, for the first time, he was admitting how truly lost he was without knowing what had become of her.

“I had to do something, Sonic.” She admitted, raising her hand to put it gently by his cheek, seeing how truly weak he had become now that he was standing before her, and let his knees sink into the bedding of her gurney.

“But... why? I never asked you to sacrifice yourself for me!” he dipped his head, not willing to show her his distraught.

She smiled a little wider, happy to see he hadn’t forgotten what a big risk she had taken for his sake.

“To save you, Sonic,... Was to save the resistance.” she cupped his chin to lift it up so she could press her forehead to his own. “You never needed to ask me, Sonic... and you never should... I will always rush, headfirst, into whatever danger may present itself... if it means I can keep you in my life.”

Sonic’s arms twitched, as though wanting to embrace her.

Seeing him hold back so much, his expression being hidden by his pride, she took the initiative and wrapped herself lovingly around his waist, before flinching at the pain from her bruising.

Gripping her arm, he dug his forehead into her shoulder, still refusing to show her what was happening to him through his face.

“I’ll make Infinite pay for this..” he darkly declared, “I won’t let Eggman get away with this either...”

“I don’t ask for revenge, Sonic.” Amy held him closer, “I just wanted you to be okay.”

“Like I don’t feel the same way!?” Sonic finally blurted out, “Let me fight for you now that I have you back again! We all want too! We-!”

She put his hand up from her shoulder, traced it passed her collar bone which made go silent as he moved back to see what on earth she was doing, and then placed it to her throat.

“My voice isn’t hidden anymore,” she seemed to be symbolizing something, but he wasn’t sure what she was talking about. She looked up at him, giving him the same deadly look of bravery she had given Infinite, “I fight with you, and you... you, and everyone, will be my resisting voice.”

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Chapter 34 - Rescue Mission

Chapter 33

Y/N slipped in and out of consciousness the day after the incident. Her totally silent behavior was concerning but it was a possibility that the painkillers were causing this. According to the reports from the doctors, she was hit pretty hard on the stomach but after some cramp for a few days, it was going to be fine. The doctor informed that her head injury was also not that bad and that she got immediately patched up when she arrived. It wasn't the little blood that made her faint but from...

...from an emotional shock.

She tried to think of something else that would lift up her mood and make her believe that the heroes were going to find him in time. But the white dull walls around her wasn't making it easy for her. It was all she could think about.

Her family came to visit her. While her mother looked like she cried a bucket, her father looked...pissed. It was during these times that made her understand why her parents were perfect for each other. And it was also during these times she understood how much pressure, responsibility and emotional stress fell over her father. Her mother was as cold as ice but she was weak when it came to her children. It was also during these times that people felt the wrath of her father and it was ugly. Her brother arrived a bit later, a bodyguard standing outside her room.

While her parents made her know about how they disapproved strongly of her career choice, they also assured her of having their support regardless. Working in an industry where they've seen countless dreams rise and fall, one thing they wanted was to make sure that their daughter don't experience regrets for the rest of her life. They left soon and her brother was only the one left in the room.

"Can't you change your course?" he said sitting down on a chair nearby. He received nothing but silence from her. "Y/N they might look strong, but they've messed up a lot of things in their jobs. You know how bad it is when mom starts messing up."

Looking at his sister fiddle her fingers quietly, he continued, "We are worried. I don't even get to meet you Y/N. Do you know how it feels to get the news of your little sister getting attacked by villains in between of a performance and not having the power to do anything but continue with the concerts? Not knowing for hours if you made it alive?"

Y/N finally spoke. But those words only made him worry about her more. "Do you know how it feels to watch your friend taken away and just...standing in front of him, not helping him? Not even trying?" she turned to him, "Do you know how it feels to know that your friends aren't waking up even after multiple hours of nursing? I don't even know how bad their injury is."

"Are you sure you can handle this career?" he asked seriously.

"I knew the risks when I joined U.A. High-" she got interrupted by a voice coming outside the door. Someone shouting "come at me bro" at the top of their lungs. She recognized the voice. It was Kirishima.

"It's my friend," she said looking at the closed door with concentration.

The door suddenly opened loudly with Kirishima barging in. He noticed Haruto and looked for a moment, the bodyguard following him right after. "Oh uh I'm sorry. I'll come some other time."

Haruto sighed and got up from the chair, "No it's fine." He kissed Y/N's forehead and said, "Take care of yourself. We get worried."

As he took an exit Kirishima quietly sat down before her.

"I don't know how should I say this or if I should even.." he cleared his throat and said, "Todoroki and I were thinking of going after Bakugou. We overheard Momo talking to All Might about the tracking device she put on Nomu. We can try to save him. But I heard you went into shock. You don't have to do this-"

"I want to," Y/N said. That was the first time after the incident he saw some kind of emotion other than regret in her eyes. She continued, "I believe you feel the same as me. But you were out of reach you know. I just...I left it to Todoroki when I should've..."

"You took a rational decision in the moment. Don't blame yourself for this."

Y/N chuckled and looked at him, "He knew about me Kirishima."

Kirishima kept quiet for a moment and said, "I know he's a pain in the ass but-"

"You don't have to explain it to me. I never got to confess my feelings. He just went away before my eyes. The media is ripping off his image before he even got the chance to become a hero. I don't care about the consequence. I just want to...see him safe."

"Get ready when I tell you then," he said, "Oh and Kyoka is still unconscious because of the poisonous gas. Midoriya has major injuries but...I'm going to talk to him about this. I feel like he should know about it. Last time we saw him, he was bawling his eyes out."

"Yeah...I'll be ready."

As the day arrived, Todoroki, Kirishima and Y/N were waiting outside wondering if Momo and Midoriya will arrive. And they did but someone extra joined them too - Iida.

Todoroki informed that they planned to rescue Bakugou covertly rather than confronting the villains directly.

They arrived in Camino Ward where Momo's receiver for the tracking device showed their target. They changed their appearance with the help of Momo in order to disguise themselves and look unrecognizable in the crowd.

Momo lead them to what they believed to be the villain's hideout. None of them had effective stealth skills, so they pondered their next move. They remained outside the second evil lair. They decided to go around the back and use Kirishima's night vision goggles to see through a window.

But instead of getting Bakugou, they discovered something else. It was a factory for breeding Nomu. The building shook and soon collapsed. Seeing through the window they noticed the arrival of several heroes and felt relieved. But their happiness was short lived.

As they were walking to take an exit, an unknown voice came through the dark and within a few seconds a huge blast blew the whole building away.

A chilling voice stopped them from even moving an inch. The little wall left behind them, kept the students hidden. Their minds were running through miles and they wanted nothing but to run. But their legs weren't moving. It was a kind of fear they experienced for the first time. The person took down all the heroes in seconds. If All Might spread the feeling of hope, this person reeked of nothing but death.

This was One For All.

They stood immobile when a voice broke them from their trance.

"Dammit," he coughed, "What the hell?!"

Oh, right.

Bakugou.

Chapter 35

SEASON - III

Ignite

MASTERLIST

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Ranking Every ONEUS Song Because I Have Opinions

I guess it’s time for me to embark upon this task. Come along for the ride if you’re so inclined. 

This is by no means a definitive ranking, because that’s impossible and the consumption of music is an intrinsically personal experience. But I personally like ranking things for arbitrary reasons.

Each song is ranked in order, and within those rankings I’ve assigned Tiers. Enjoy.

Note: this includes only studio tracks officially released by RBW or KissEnt, which means I’m sadly not including the Road to Kingdom songs. Actually, wait, you wanna know what? The real reason I’m not including Road to Kingdom songs is because I’m still salty that my favorite song from that show is one that didn’t get a studio release. Justice for Warrior’s Descendant. 

Let’s begin. 

I’ll start things off with the top tier, the best of the best, my absolute favorite ONEUS songs. Now what should I name a tier that represents the pinnacle of what ONEUS can offer us? 

Black-Haired Seoho Tier  

1. “Valkyrie”

This song goes places. It's the one that made me fall in love with ONEUS and it's still my favorite, oops.

2. “Blue Sky”

"Blue Sky” defies genre to me. The first time I heard it, I was blown away. It has some of my favorite vocals AND two of my favorite raps in their discography - I love Leedo and Ravn's "ballad raps" in general but this is my favorite.

3. “BingBing”

So full of personality. Such an earworm. Emotional and kinda unsetlling lyrics. Xion speaking French? OKAY. It's title track worthy, for sure, so it's a shame it gets so overlooked by casual listeners. I’m glad the fanbase has at least given it the legendary status it deserves. 

4. “Lost”

Was not expecting this one to enter my top ten with turbo boosters, but I started to listen to it a lot last year and in the process I started to feel things for this song that I previously have only felt for “Blue Sky”

5. “Plastic Flower”

It me.

6. “Rewind"

It’s all about the synth hook, to me. I am pathetically manipulable where good synth hooks are concerned. Also, the cadence and arrangement of this song reminds me of “Lost” and that’s never a bad thing.

7. “Dizzy” 

I just feel like this is where they all shine as a vocal ensemble. Their personalities shine through in Dizzy, and I'm a sucker for that emotive sort of performing. 

8. “Incomplete"

Right in a row here, you’ve got two sets of “my favorite song on the album” followed by “what I believe to be the best song on the album”. “Incomplete” is the best song on “DEVIL”. The lyrics are amazing and, this may sound weird, but as a Human in Their Thirties the lyrics hit even harder. Bonus points for guitar, as always.

9. “Dead or Alive” 

I’ll never get over how strange and wonderful this song is, and yes I do believe it’s the best song on “LIVED”. (Vee shouts through a megaphone again about how “Dead or Alive” incorporates musical themes or lyrical elements from every other song on “LIVED” and hopes someone listens). Also (vee voice) guitars.

10. “Lit”

“Lit” just rules and I don’t believe there’s much I can add that has not already been said about it 

Leedo Face Scrunch Tier 

Now for those songs that are still my favorites, and make the world an immensely better place for existing, but don’t quite crack the ultimate ONEUS songs pantheon. 

11. “No Diggity”

I'm a simple person, okay? I love bright and poppy songs but I'm also weak for unapologetic bangers, and "No Diggity" is an UNAPOLOGETIC BANGER. I think the guitars are (unsurprisingly) what takes this song to the next level for me. The arrangement in general is so impressive, and it’s obvious that they balanced it well to make use of all the members’ individual strengths. RIP my bias though.

12. “Crazy & Crazy”

The "Crazy & Crazy" appreciator has logged on! When Ravn said "hakuna matata 원하면 이뤄져 bibbidi-bobbidi-BOO", I felt that!!! If I ever get to go to a ONEUS concert and god forbid meet any of you there, I cannot be held responsible for how HAM I will go during this song. 

13. “Hide and Seek”

I’m weak for this funky little bass-driven bop. 

14. “Red Thread”

I don’t ever feel like I truly have gone in hard for a group until I start proselytizing their ballads to my unsuspecting friends. Ballads have a high barrier of entry in K-Pop especially, but my god!! MY GOD!!! This is a god-tier ballad. 

15. “808″

They threw every single synth possible at the wall with “808″ and it absolutely sends me with how well it works. It’s undeniably “a Japanese single,” if you know what I mean, but even with that I think it’s one of their strongest title tracks. The chorus is endlessly singable, too, and that means a lot to me while I’m listening to it while doing the dishes, which I do a lot.

16. “Leftover”

I believe that Seoho and Ravn team songwriting will save our souls, and this song is one more reason to do so. I love that their songs aren’t just straight-up R&B (not that I don’t love R&B), and that there’s something very playful and unique about them. 

17. “Zig Zag”

I’ll never forget you, “Zig Zag,” or the way Keonhee absolutely owns your vocals. In fact, if I had to assign an image song to every member I would most likely assign “Zig Zag” to Keonhee.  18. “Lion Heart"

As far as “weird little song” vibes go, “Lion Heart” really wins. Has undoubtedly one of the weirdest moments in any ONEUS song in the first post-chorus, and I’ll never shut up about the implied lore associations. 

19. “Hero” 

In every ToMoon's life, there is that indelible moment when they first heard Seoho's pre-pre-chorus vocals on "Hero" and suddenly realized so much about life and love and the nature of miracles. And, less dramatically, I love a good rap that uses the word biscuit.

Road to Kingdom Era Xion Tier 

I became a Xion bias in Road to Kingdom era, so this is not meant disparagingly. These are those songs that show so much promise and goodness, and make me love them, but are kind of an acquired taste so to speak. 

20, “BBUSYEO”

I always love BBUSYEO when it shuffles up, but I never like... seek it out, you know? Even if it is a bop. It’s just a silly little hetero love song that includes toilet humor, and it goes. I love that for it! 

21. “Come Back Home”

It's all about the build up here. This song has such a beautiful arrangement that builds to something, dare I say, epic. Good background music for taking a dramatic walk when it’s like, -this- close to raining. 

22. “To Be Or Not To Be”

This song works in the context of ONEUS mythology and lore but I tend not to really put it on my playlists if I'm simply wanting to experience an emotion or bust out some fun jams. It is a very strange time signature for a jam, but it’s too up-tempo to really be a mood setter. 

23. “Intro: Time"

This intro is like... beautiful, but also kind of slutty, and I love that?

24. “A Song Written Easily”

It's good! It's fun! I really like it, I think it's lovely. But it’s not a song I’m going to rec to a friend and assume it will give them an adequate view of what ONEUS is. If anything I’d expect they’d just be like “that was really fun, but it just makes me want to listen to Blood Sweat & Tears.” “and I’d go “yeah me too.”

25. “Twilight” 

I overplayed the fuck out of this song when I was first getting into ONEUS, so forgive me for ranking it low. Also, there is a high barrier of entry here for casual listeners even if it is a classic. Do you ever really think about how weird “Twilight” is? Like, the song structure? It’s very weird. I love it. 

26. “Stand By”

I decided to make "Stand By" my charity case after seeing a few people dismiss it as their least favorite off Fly With Us, and I wound up loving it so much. That bridge is crazy good! Vocal line  blessing us. 

27. “Intro: Fly Me to the Moon”

As far as intros go, this is god tier honestly. But it's still only an intro, and I always feel cheated out of a beautiful full song when I hear this. Like, even for an INTRO it feels short. 

My Complicated Feelings About A Thousand Stars Tier

28. “A Thousand Stars”

I just made an entirely separate post about this. 

That Overenthusiastic Thicc Ssam Ravn Made for Seoho That One Time Tier

Like, there’s a lot here. I like all the parts individually but something about them just doesn’t go down easily. 

29. “Youth”

I’ll be honest, I love “Youth” and I think it’s an absolutely beautiful song with a great hook. I’m just firmly out of the demographic for it at this point and that’s a bit alienating. It’s also weak compared to other songs on “DEVIL”

30. “Intro: Devil is in the Details”

It’s a great intro that does some ambitious things, but on its own it doesn’t hold up as well. Intimidating. 

31. “Intro: Lived”

I love Leedo and Ravn, but I don't like how this one opens. That said, I love the way this ends. 

32. “White Night”

The fact that I had to rank this so low, when it's such a gorgeous ballad, drives home how many pure bangers ONEUS has. I love this song, but I don't really jam out to it, so it's lower in my ranking. 

33. “What you doing?”

Please don’t judge me too harshly for this. I just feel like this song could have been performed by another group and there would have been no appreciable difference. I like Cosmik’s songs, but they’re not, in my opinion. the most ONEUS of the ONEUS songs. Which is weird since Cosmik is a bit synonymous with ONEUS. Anyway Keonhee sounds great in this song.

34. “Now”

Same as above, but this one has the added problem of never really going anywhere. That said, the bridge slaps. 

35. “Airplane”

I guess one of the proper tracks on Lived had to rank low, and for me it's definitely Airplane. When I listen to it, I have fun, but it's very... how do I put this nicely? Generic. The stages elevated it, absolutely, and otherwise it might rank even lower sadly.

36. “I.P.U.”

I don’t know how to put this nicely, but the only way I want to listen to this song is if ONEUS is singing it in concert, at which point I can imagine it being very emotional. It’s a special song for special occasions and I’m not going to listen to it to have fun. 

37. “Outro: Connect with US”

You’d think I’d love the government-assigned SeoJo song, wouldn’t you? I mean, it’s okay. 

38. “Eye Contact” 

By the time this song hits the chorus, it always gets me and I love it. But the verses leave something to be desired imo. It is firmly a mid-tier song to me, and I feel like this particular musical formula was much better in “Now.” Also please don’t make eye contact with me I have social anxiety. 

ZigZag’s Cursed Live Audio Tier

Unfortunate.

39. “Level Up”

WHY is this song so low??? Every time I hear it start I get so hyped up, but I feel like it never delivers on that hype fully. It feels too mid-tempo and generic for what the mix promises. I don't know. I can't explain it. The bridge doesn't lead up to much and that always feels like a betrayal. And because it has so much potential I’m even more disappointed about that.

40. “Intro: Light Us”

I have absolutely no opinion about this intro

41. “English Girl”

I’m way too queer and old for this song. :/ 

42. “In My Arms”

I don't feel their personalities at all in this song, which makes it stand out from almost all their other tracks. It just doesn't sound like a ONEUS song, to me.

43. “Kiseki”

A rare song that I skip when shuffling through the ONEUS discography

44. “Koisii”

The other rare song I skip when shuffling through the ONEUS discography, but also I would fight it if given the opportunity. 

[dark0angel13]

The Ties That Bind

This is a story I’ve been working on for the better part of four years. I have it posted to my FFN account, but the beginning chapters are trash so I’m rewriting it and posting it to my AO3 account. You can find the original 33 chapters here, but if youd rather wait until I get around to posting updated chapters, you can read the first chapter now here,

Without further adieu...here goes.

I forgot how cruel the world could be. For a split second, the thought of a person taking another life, was foreign to me. What happened to make humanity lose its grip on compassion? What was the trigger for this complete switch to one’s personality? The questions flash through my mind almost too quickly as hot tears stream down my face. My eyes seem glued to my sister as she's carted off to God knows where, and just like that, my heart shatters into pieces.  

A scream rips its way up my throat, and I’m clawing at the arm around my neck, nails digging into flesh in an attempt to free myself. The grip is strong, but no matter how hard I struggle, twist, and fight, escape seems impossible. All I can do is watch in horror as her form grows smaller; the carriage she’s locked in gets further from my reach. Their cries echo around me and my jaw tightens.  

“Struggle all you want little girl, you won’t save them.” The owner of the voice flexes his arm and breathing becomes difficult. “You would be going too, but a child who fights tooth and nail against everyone, will serve no purpose in the Tower of Heaven. You will die here, and while you bleed out you can regret not cooperating when you had the chance. You will never see your sister again.” A gasp escapes me when he relaxes and I’m doing my best to suck air into my lungs. Every nerve ending is alight with white hot pain, and I can feel my head pounding in time with my pulse, but giving up is not an option right now. Not when she needed me.  

“I’ll…kill…all of…y-you…” The threat comes out as a hiss and blackness encroaches on the edges of my vision; my arms feel like lead.  

“Little bitch!” His anger is almost palpable, and seconds later my hearing fails. The world seems to stop, time itself standing still and I feel something hit me, followed by a tugging sensation.  My eyes widen and my body jerks, but there’s no pain. My struggling stops; my arms refuse to work anymore, falling limp at my sides, and I can feel a rush of liquid invade my mouth. My sense of taste is next to fail me, and even though I know blood dribbles from the corner of my lips, I can’t taste it. Nor can my nose pick up on any smell at all, as that sense quickly follows suit. Every sense I have, refuses to work. I can’t help a glance down; knowing full well what I’ll see, but still needing the clarification, and sure enough, the blade is there—protruding just to the right of my belly button—glistening in the moonlight, and tinged crimson.  

Words fail me then, and I can barely manage a gasp of air because each shallow breath I make, seemed an impossible feat. Even the slightest shift in my body is enough to move the blade and though it didn’t hurt, the damage would only increase. Is this it? Am I going to die here? The questions come, but not the answers and when I look up, I meet her beautiful amber eyes now wide with terror. Her face is contorted in shock and I can see her hands trembling around the bars, her knuckles white from tension.  

Sound comes rushing back to me then, filling my ears with a myriad of acoustics that I can only barely comprehend. The iron grip around my neck is suddenly gone and it’s in that moment, when my legs refuse to hold me up anymore and my face is rushing to meet the ground at an alarming speed. My entire balance shifts on its axis and I hit the ground with enough force to bring a scream from my lips, pain exploding in my left temple. But it’s not me I was worried about. I couldn’t care less about what happens to me. All I cared about was her. Her image leaves my field of vision but I hear my name die on her lips before a bone crunching thud echos and her grunt of pain follows.  

All around me houses burned, livestock lay slaughtered, and people lay lifeless as the monsters who stormed into our small village, now vacate just as swiftly as they’d come. What did we do to deserve this? The question repeats over and over in my head. The sound of the carriage is gone, leaving me to bask in the symphony that is raging fire and haughty laughter, and I hate it. They were just going to vanish now, literally getting away with not only murder, but child abduction as well. That simply could not happen.  

“Leave the girl to bleed to death. She can’t do anything anyway, and it would be a waste of time to finish her off. Let’s go boys.” That same gruff voice speaks, and I can hear the amusement.  So, they were leaving me for dead? I didn’t warrant even a finishing blow? How insulting. My pulse races faster now; my blood boils so hot I can see steam emanating from my skin. The numbness in my limbs abates, replaced by seething hatred faster than I can comprehend, and something inside me seems to explode outward, ripping up the ground around me even as the pain fades from my consciousness.  

I know instantly what the feeling is. The magic lying dormant within me finally activating, and I feel the raw power of it running through me light a current. My strength swells, letting me know I still have the opportunity of ridding the world of the scum that remained in my village. I was given a second chance I sure wasn’t going to let it slip through my hands. The air grows silent around me as the magic rages like a torrent, swirling in a typhoon of brilliant indigo that rockets skyward. The blade comes free with a sickening squelch and a pained hiss escapes me. It was a beautiful dark steel, running the entire length of my body, the hilt decorated with woven red and blue patterns.  

I struggle to stand, my legs threatening to collapse under me, as the world spins. The sword is heavy, but at the same time, the weight of it has a calm washing over me. I can do this. The thought flutters through my mind as my right hand applies pressure to the wound in my stomach, the sword held in a death grip by my dominant one with every ounce of strength my body would allow. My magic chooses that moment to calm down, and it dissipates on the wind like smoke.  

“Hey!” The anger in my voice surprises me, the steadiness of it even more so, and the threat laced within the simple word sends a shiver racing down my spine. I watch as their forms freeze, and I swear not a single one even risks a breath in. I take a step forward, making sure my stance allows me to either attack or defend should the need arise. Two of the five remaining jumped slightly, stepping back on instinct if I had to muster a guess, and even from here I could smell their fear; see the beads of sweat glistening on their trembling forms, and a primal part of me loved that feeling. The hunters were now the hunted and I wasn’t going to let them get away.  

“Easy now…I know you’re upset…but killing us isn’t going to bring anyone back. It’s not going to make you feel better!” The man in front says shakily, his once arrogant chuckle, replaced with terror.  

“No,” I crouch and reel my arm back, ready to put everything I had into this, to ensure they never bothered anyone again. To make sure they never ripped apart another village; another family again. “but it’s a start!”  

I move then, my body blurring as I release all of my magic power at once, and the force of it obliterates everything in its path. The fires that run rampant through my village are snuffed out in an instant, their memory floating through the night in the form of ash, and the shock wave rockets the remains of the houses off into the distance, the screaming of the wind overpowering every other sound. They didn’t stand a chance really, and it’s over before I even straighten.  

In the wake of my sword, is a trench forming outward into a massive ‘V’ shape, originating at my feet and easily reaching what looked to be as wide as five houses. The effect has my entire body shaking and I can feel the magic fading. A sigh escapes me, and I turn on my heel to sprint off into the direction I last saw the carriage heading.  

 will find you… My foot catches on a root and I hit the ground with a grunt, and stars dance in my vision. Air is suddenly difficult to acquire and the pain is slowly, agonizingly, beginning to return as the high of adrenaline fades into nonexistence. I try to stand, to move any limb at all, but my body refuses to obey me anymore; seems to be fine with succumbing to numbness as all sensation fades in my hands and feet.  

This is it. This is where I die. Alone, weak, and wondering if my younger sister would even live to see her fifth birthday. My jaw clenches as a fresh wave of tears fall and soak into the dirt.  

“At…least I c-can die…knowing I avenged…our p-parents…stay alive….”  The last vestiges of strength leave me in a rush of breath from my already burning lungs, and blackness encroaches on my vision. The last thing I remember is her face flashing through my mind, and her name fading from my lips.  

“Erza.”

END

In my opinion, this is still trash, but I won’t get better unless people rip my stuff apart and tell me what they want. So...have at it. Tell me if you love it, hate it, want me to keep going, or if I should give up writing all together. 

[popculturespiritwow]

THE WICKED + THE DIVINE #32: ARTISTIC SACRIFICES

Sigh.

JUST ANOTHER LOVE STORY

Once again we return to Laura lying on her bed smoking, when Sakhmet shows up to say something matter of fact. You know, like she murdered Amaterasu. Just another day in the life.

What follows between them is an unexpectedly intimate scene, as they lie in bed and Sakhmet asks Laura about the things she shared with her previously. It’s an incredibly dangerous moment for Laura, the kind of moment any of us would try to fill with as many plausible lies as we can. But Laura is instead completely straight about having betrayed her.

In retrospect, fom a strategic point of view that is actually probably the only survivable choice, as it’s the one move that does not put Sakhmet in the position of the fool.

NEVER PUT BABY IN THE CORNER OR SAKHMET IN THE POSITION OF THE FOOL.

But if Laura has any strategy, I find myself wondering if it isn’t once again, What’s the thing I can do that can put me out of my misery once and for all? Kill me now, please.

There’s also, What’s the choice that respects our relationship? There’s something strangely loving in Laura’s honesty, and an unexpected care in Sakhmet as well. Rather than her typical predator/prey stuff (see: what follows), here she actually seems to breaking her own script, asking real questions, lying in bed with her lover, you know, loving.  Could it be that Laura is the one person that Sakhmet actually loved?

Laura’s explanation for her choices is interesting, too.

Given what we’ll learn next issue, how she’s blamed herself for her family’s death, is this how Laura has understood herself this last arc, as someone who has had to lock herself away because she hurts people?

DIO-LOGUING

After Dionysus awakens to find Woden has ripped off his whole thing, we actually get an internal monologue from him. First inspiring, then devastating internal monologue.

I’m pretty sure Dio is only the third person we’ve ever gotten to hear from in this way, after Laura and, actually, Woden. (I’m surprised we haven’t heard from Cassandra, too. To me she’s second only to Laura as our POV character.)

It would be interesting to think about why we’ve been granted such special access to these characters and not the others.

Actually, let’s step back and think about that... In a sense Tara’s unsent letter to her fans in issue 13 was a way of accomplishing the same thing, and the upcoming Christmas issue will actually see her deliver internal monologue.

We can’t get internal monologue from Baal and Mini because their secrets are too important.The Morrigan is too lost at this point. Sakhmet’s lack of an internal monologue is a fundamental part of her character; it’s her silences that tell us everything. Similarly, Inanna’s gift really is transparency. What he says is who he is, what he believes. An internal monologue would be redundant.

Ammy can’t have an internal monologue because she’s way too invested in being a god to allow herself to check in with her authentic, so broken self. And that makes for an interesting comparison with Cassandra, who clearly has an internal life, but her superego is so freaking strong it drowns everything else out. If we ever going to hear from her, I wonder if it wasn’t going to be during Dio’s test rave. But I hold out hope.

Baphomet couldn’t have an internal monologue before now without probably ruining the reveal of what happened to him, what he’s been through. (Though we did have moments early on where he was talking to a disembodied head version of himself. Always with the severed heads...) But he’s grown so much over the course of the series, both personally in our eyes, I think I sort of hope at some point we’ll hear from him.

And Luci...? Well, she’s only around one arc before she gets got. In some ways the Christmas issue is her internal monologue, with her comments to both the fanboy reporters and the newly-ascended Ammy telling us what’s going on inside her. But here again, I’m hoping post-33 that we might actually get something more.

ANNNNDD....SCENE

Dio’s journey through the first half of the issue follows the visual structure of his hivemind rave, each image paired with a number counting the beat. But now that idea has been (brilliantly) (devastatingly) folded into the Pantheon idea of the 4 beat countdown to death. 

And even before Dio falls into his coma, the final image on each of the 4 pages laid out like this--even the number of pages part of the countdown-- foreshadow his doom. He loses touch with his powers at the end of three of the four, and in the fourth (the second page) he admits it’s getting hard to breathe.

Once more, sigh.

I love that Dio’s ending is, as repeatedly warned, all tied up in his desire to help. His self-belief is a form of pride, I guess, but I don’t think of him in those terms. He’s the guy who thinks being a god is about leaving it “all out on the field”, giving everything for others. And that’s not so much arrogant as it is beautiful and foolish. One of the most awful (devastating) (I really hate what happens to Dio, you guys) realizations of this issue is the fact that his sacrifice is not only a failure but that it’s completely unnecessary. The Norns wake up and shut this whole thing down immediately after he drops. I mean literally the same page, three panels later.

(God I love the Norns’ spider-web eye thing.)

In a way Dio ends up very much like The Morrigan; rather than embracing the truth of himself he’s made himself a character in a story, The Savior, and even though that seems like a much better choice than Selfish Shakespeare Goth Lady, in the end it’s just as ruinous.

THE MADDENING CROWD

I don’t know which is worse, Dio dying for nothing or the fact that the crowd that he invited to this amazing experience in the end are just as happy with Woden’s Shithead Hack of their Lives as Dio’s Life-Affirming Rave.

Actually never mind, this is worse, as it means not only did Dio not need to save everyone but they are ultimately not interested in being saved by what he’s been doing. They just want an experience. Humanity, why are you/we?

MOMENTS OF (UN)TRUTH

Cutting back to the Pantheon v. Sakhmet Underground Fight, we get first the truth about Laura: As much as she fashions herself Destroyer, in the end she just won’t pull/snap the trigger.

Then from out of nowhere we get Mini’s moment of truth, which marries Sakhmet’s particular form of Nihilism to Baal’s.

Buried in the background of Laura’s journey there has been an ongoing somewhat parallel story about Mini. She’s the sweet kid that’s so good-intentioned when she almost kills Brunhilde she can’t leave her bedside.

Then in the face of Ananke and her parents and the Great Destroyer she’s pushed to consider another way, in fact not just another way but the very way that her parents were killed in front of her. And finally, she has given in to it.

She Has Done What She Had to Do. She Has Chosen Predator. She has Become Ananke.

(Or has she? When did that happen? Still so confused about that.)

CASSANDRA VS. THE DESTROYER: ROUND ONE

The Norns see through Woden’s “derivative shit”. Of course, they don’t ask derivative of what? Still, it’s a deeply satisfying moment. 

And so is the wisdom this whole experience seems to bring Cassandra.

Even as she’s spent so much of the series trying to understand everything, her fatal flaw is some combination of the fact that she actually thinks that’s possible and most of the time she thinks she’s already done it. In a sense Imperial Phase has been a slow descent into humility for Cassandra, with Dio’s test rave, Cass visiting David’s house, the Norns just now being so easily betrayed, everything to do with the machine and then next issue finally learning the truths about Woden and Laura each a step along the way to real insight – and humanity. That scene of her comforting Laura next issue is such a beauty.

Here of course, even after being fooled so very badly she’s still not quite there yet, and she has for Laura nothing but condemnation.

Which of course has got to be very much the voice of some of the audience too at this point. I mean Jesus Christ, Laura, you chased this so hard despite everything saying this is not what you think it is and then it cost you so much and still all you can do is wander around sad?

But I love how Laura turns that back on Cassandra, and how it also draws in Dio. In Save everyone versus save no one, try to learn everything versus not even bother to try has not only not panned out for the “good guys”, it’s been proved to be destructive and foolish. It’s all the same in the end, all just b.s.

Given the arc’s through-line of characters trapped playing out roles and narratives, there should be something liberating to Laura’s take, too. Except even as she’s saying all this, she’s also mostly interpreting herself in terms of a role. She says that role is Destroyer, but actually given how much she think she knows, the doom she sees coming for all of them, really she’s the one that ought to be called Cassandra.

[ivonoris]

HI! I was wondering if you could share the witchcraft you used to make that GORGEOUS oc graphic (the Daisy one)? Cause seriously it's beautiful

thank you so much my darling xxx it’s not so much witchcraft as it is patience and experimentation. I use a psd in all my edits, there’s so many out there for you to download, some of my personal faves come from wasirauhlpsds, opulenceps, sttoneds, and yeahps. for the psd used in the edit iunfortunately can’t remember where i got it, if i do i’ll link the download somewhere

the dimensions used on that edit are 500x667 pixels, and i open up the image i’m using into a separate tab to crop it to those measurements before importing it into my edit, that way you don’t have to stretch it/risk lower quality. when resizing, make sure you hold down shift so that the image doesn’t lose it’s shape and end up looking squashed/uneven.

the fonts used were old standard tt in both regular and italic, and signerica, both of which can be downloaded for free from here and here. don’t be afraid to play around with font sizes, mix different fonts together, or mess around with placement.

for the ripped paper texture i just downloaded one from google, the ones in black and white are the easiest to edit with, imported it onto my canvas (make sure it’s above the background layer, resized it to where i wanted it, then changed the blending mode to screen to get rid of the black part of the image. if you want to do the opposite and keep the black part but get rid of the white, simply change the blending mode to darken instead

for the doodle gifs, it’s actually really simple. i’ll put this under a read more because i’ll give you some picture examples.

1. make sure to change the background image into a layer, it just makes things easier. i forgot to do that for this example so don’t panic if you forget it’s just a little convenience thing

2. make sure the timeline window is open, if it’s not you can turn it on from the windows tab at the top, just click on timeline to turn it on.

3. once your timeline is open, create a frame animation 

4. duplicate the frame as many times as you want, for this edit i made 8 frames (the duplicate button is the one that looks like a piece of paper with one of the edges folded)

5. create a new layer, this is where you’ll make the first doodle. here, i used the pencil tool at a 3px thickness. do whatever you want here, i traced the edge of the mountains. after you’re done, make a new layer and draw a new doodle there. if you’re drawing in the same area, make sure to make it a little different so the animation is noticeable. now both layers are visible on all frames. (make any amount of doodles you want, just make sure each one is on a different layer)

6. here’s where you make the animation. for this edit, i want the first doodle takes up the first four frames, and the second to take up the last four. so just click through frame by frame and change layer visibility by clicking on and off of the little eye thing at the side of each layer like so:

first four

second four

7. now you have the animation, you can finetune it by selecting delay times, mine was 0.1 seconds but go for whatever suits you best. if you’re adding text or anything else, hold down shift and select all frames to make sure the text layer is visible across all frames.

8. once you’re satisfied, to save it, click file -> export -> save to web -> and make sure this is selcted:

 9. voila. you have a doodle gif! congratulations now go share that awesomeness with tumblr!! 

any other questions please just message me or send an ask

[softupshur]

Imperfect Faith: Chapter 10 (final chapter)

With the final chapter posted, a special shoutout and my sincerest thanks to @sumisuchan​ who endured every chapter of this by being the best beta reader a writer could ask for.  A thousand thanks, gurl! <33

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When her mother is arrested on Lydia Degan’s ranch, a young Marta finds herself amidst the Testament of New Ezekiel in its infancy. As she travels with the other escapees, she watches the church grow, the gospel teachings evolve, and creates a close bond with the reverend Sullivan Knoth.

Characters: Marta and Sullivan Knoth

Chapter 10-February 2, 1969:

No longer did Marta pay heed to the stares and whispers that came her way each day since the prophet’s return. With her head held high and a tray of food in hand, she walked past them until she reached Knoth’s tent--a place now forbidden to all others.

“Father Knoth? It’s Marta. May I come in?”

Like every other day, Knoth’s answer came with the same delay, and the same question. “Are you alone?”

Marta looked over her shoulder to meet the gazes of the testament. None said anything, but they all awaited the same answer, but Marta only shook her head in response. A collective sigh came from them all, and Marta returned her attention to the tent. “Yes, Father. It is only me.”

“Then you may enter.”

She stepped inside and beneath her foot was a sheet of paper. It was just one of dozens scattered across the floor, covered with jagged writing, sketches, and unknown measurements. She tiptoed around the litter until she reached the cot that Knoth sat up in for the first time in days.

During those first few days, he was too weak to sit up or even eat without help, but now he held a up a notebook and wrote in it with a swollen hand. “You can leave the tray on the table,” he said, without even looking up at her.

Marta set the meal on the bedside table, but lingered. As Knoth scrawled in his notebook, she knelt down to pick up one of the papers from the ground. On it was a messy sketch of a chapel. The roof slanted on both sides so it was shaped like an “A”. Before it stood three pillars and to the side were lists of measurements written deep enough to tear the paper. She looked back up at Knoth, then the sketch, before stepping forward. “Father Knoth?”

“Yes, my child?”

“What is this?” she asked, holding out the sketch.

He looked up for only a moment before returning to his work. “That is to be our place of worship,”

“In Temple Gate?”

Knoth nodded. “Yes, in Temple Gate…” he uttered the name as if it were born from a foreign tongue. “The three pillars are to represent the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. The foundation for our promised land.”

Marta observed him as he spoke.

No longer did his skin hang so loosely. His face regained much of its shape and color, save for the dark circles that had yet to subside. Then there was the eye that remained. It shone brighter than ever as it focussed on the writing.

“Is there something you need?” he asked when she stared too long.

Her eyes drifted to the floor and the other sheets of paper with their childish scrawl and gibberish. “Do you mind if I look at the rest?”

“If you so wish,” he replied, turning the page.

Marta reached for another sheet of paper. This one was map of the western United States. The edges of the page were uneven, as if it were ripped from a book. In the state of Arizona was a circle around the name “Havasupai”, and at the side written, “Temple Gate”.

“Is this where we are to travel?” Marta asked. “Havasupai, Arizona?”

“Yes. It is where the Lord made known to me the dimensions and form of Temple Gate.”

“Why there?”

“Because it will provide for us all we need to thrive.”

“But...isn’t Arizona mostly desert?”

“It is, but we shall be as an oasis in that desert.”

His voice was shorter than usual, so Marta let it drop and picked up another paper. She observed the images and words on each sheet, gathering them into a neat stack as she cleared them from the floor. After a half hour, she picked up the last piece. On it was drawn a familiar cross, but surrounded by branches and thorns, as if it were restrained.

"Our emblem,” Knoth said, as if he could see beyond his own writing. “To set us apart from the wicked world who believes in a lie.”

“Did the Lord show you this symbol on the mountain?”

“It is that of the spider-eyed lamb--the harbinger of judgement.”

“Must we await judgement still? Even after we have followed his word precisely?”

“Yes, for following the way of Christ is not that which can be taken lightly. The world would have you believe that you may declare your faith in the Lord and he will never ask anything more of you, but that’s a filthy lie spread by the Devil’s own.” Knoth winced. “The trials and tribulations remain. The Lord is by our side in the battlefield, but there are still enemies who would see us perish. We must ready ourselves before the seed is planted among our flock.”

“You mentioned that once before--that the enemy shall be of our seed. What did you mean by that?”

Knoth lowered the notebook at last. For a time, he gazed at her, before trading the book for the stack of papers. “I think it is best if you see for yourself.”

When Marta opened the notebook, she gasped. Atop the page was written: The Gospel of Knoth-Chapter 11. Several chapters beyond the seven chapters of their teachings.

“Father Knoth!” Marta slammed the book shut. “D...Does anyone else know of this?”

“Our ways are evolving,” Knoth said normally, his expression unchanged. “It is only natural that it be made known in our gospel.”

“Yes, I understand, but...do the deacons know? Shouldn’t they be seeing this first?”

“In due time, they will.”

“Then I am not fit to look upon this.” She held the book towards Knoth. “Not before the deacons…”

Knoth pushed the notebook back to her. “But it is, my child.” He smiled softly. “I must confess that during this time, I have come to think of you as my own. You have held strong when others have faltered and proven your faith time and time again. For that, I can think of none other to receive my word above all others.”

Her head hung low as she spoke, but still she muttered, “Thank you, Father Knoth. It truly is the highest of honors.” She opened the book back to where she left off, and looked up to him.

“Read it aloud for me, will you? I want to hear how it sounds.”

“Yes, Father Knoth.” Marta cleared her throat. “Verse 1: The fruit of destruction shall ripen with the foul womb of the martyred mother, the spider-eyed lamb shall bring judgement of the lesser whore onto even the great whore who sitteth upon many waters. Verse 2: For from Ezekiel’s nation the Enemy shall be born.” She paused, looking up at Knoth. “The Enemy shall be born of one of our women? Like a child?”

“Precisely.”

“But why take on a vessel so powerless?”

“Is there any form more deceptive? Who would suspect the sleeping babe of being our undoing? Such deception gives the Enemy power over us.”

“But how would one deal with such an Enemy?”

“Keep reading.”

She nodded. “Verse 3: And then shall the wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming. Verse 4: Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders.” Marta frowned. “So the enemy must be vanquished before our Lord’s coming…”

“And you need not fear that. For the Lord only presents us with challenges that he knows we can overcome.” He assured at first, but his tone became short with the last two words. “Keep reading.”

“Verse 5…” Marta’s voice sank. “And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish because they recieveth not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. Verse 6: And for this cause God shall send them strong delusions that they should believe a lie.” Her brow furrowed. “But Father...if there are to be deceptions, how shall we know that we are not the ones being deceived?”

“Keep reading,” Knoth snapped.

“Yes, Father,” she murmured. “Verse 8: And Ezekiel said unto his midwives, and his hunters: you are the raven and I am the wolf , who will allow you to feed if you lead me to the slaughter. Verse 9: For God has said the flesh of beast is yours only in sacrifice to me…” Marta’s eyes grew wide when she looked upon the final words. “Even unto the flesh of your offspring.” She barely spoke above a whisper, and shut the book after the passage. “This can’t mean what I think it does, can it?”

“I thought the very same when He first made known to me the Enemy’s true nature.” Knoth stared at nothing in particular. “But as I meditated on His word, I began to understand. For the Lord offered up his own Son to save us from our wickedness, but mankind wasted his lovingkindness by twisting his teachings beyond recognition.” His hands clenched into fists and his brow furrowed. “Only we can see the truth. That is why it is placed upon our flock to set things right-by matching His own sacrifice to save us from Hell everlasting.”

Marta’s eyes drifted back to the book. “But we are only flesh and blood while the Lord is most holy. How can we be expected to match such a sacrifice?”

“It is not a matter of can or cannot. It is simply what must come to be. God will ask of us impossible sacrifices, but in turn the rewards shall be greater than we can imagine.” A trace of a smile came to him. “All He asks for is our faith to carry out his word. If we just hold to that, then all things are possible.”

No longer did Knoth speak to Marta. She was only a witness to his mutterings, and she didn’t stay to listen to anymore. If he called after her departure, she did not hear. She left the tent, without a word.

The testament awaited outside, but she walked past them too, ignoring their barrage of questions. Only when she was out of earshot from the camp did she stop.

Once more, she looked upon that mountain top. It towered higher than ever and its shadow cast over the valley. Somewhere on its peak lied an eye cast aside for the truth, cut out in the darkest night, in the freezing cold, a time when death should have been the only escape, yet it was just the eye that rotted and festered in that desolate place, too vile for even the lowest of beasts to devour.

Marta sat atop the earth. She continued to stare at that mountaintop, but there was only silence.

[crookedspoonfic]

The Raven Cycle Fic Masterlist

I thought I might compile a masterlist of TRC fic before it becomes too long for me to bother with. More of a quick browsing overview. Tags and everything on AO3.

Fics are grouped into Series, Standalones and Snippets. Series are sorted by date of creation and the fics by internal chronology. Standalones are divided into main pairing, sorted alphabetically, and then listed chronologically. Numbering reflects when a fic was written, so it’s easier to find the latest ones.

Last updated: 2017-10-22 (39 fics; 1 podfic; 1 new Series)

Series

nothing more than any artist dreams - Artist AU.

4. blue as a gunshot wound: Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 3,635 words; 01 February 2017) Proko knows he’s a doormat when it comes to Kavinsky. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

17. Les liaisons dangereuses: Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 1,500 words; 27 May 2017) You shouldn’t be surprised when he drags you into the men’s room, although somehow you are.

19. something burning on my chest: Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 3,785 words; 05 July 2017) In which Proko is hungover and having a full-on angstfest before K wakes up and defuses it by being a dick.

34. A work of art and a weapon, a delight and a defense: Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 2,135 words; 07 October 2017) Kavinsky is a lot more taken with what Proko wants to show him than Proko would have expected.

30. maybe this is danger and you just don’t: Proko/Swan (E; 2,815 words; 01 October 2017) The fact that Swan of all people wants you is really fucking flattering.

2. Hidden here below the fracture: Kavinsky/Ronan, Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 3,278 words; 28 December 2016) Irritation lurks at the other end of his high, not inspiration. Or, the one in which K tries to banish Lynch from his head. Through art. And fails. Just give me what I came for 5. I’ve tasted hell and it tastes just like you: Kavinsky/Ronan (E; 2,565 words; 07 March 2017) Everyone knows that when you need someone to hurt you, Kavinsky is it. 7. Stay with me, I’ll show you paradise: Kavinsky/Ronan (E; 3,010 words; 14 March 2017) Kavinsky would never admit it but he can’t say no to Ronan. No matter how late it is, he’s there. Though he’s usually not this destroyed. 9. my tongue still misbehaves: Kavinsky/Ronan (M; 500 words; 18 March 2017) “Answer me this: how much would it piss you off if I got into Gansey’s pants before you did?” 26. So maybe I wanted to give you something more (E; 3,104 words; 30 August 2017) "Here's the deal, sweetheart, since I'm in a generous mood: Whatever you want me to do to you, I'll do it. All you have to do is say it out loud."

12. No sins as long as there’s permission: Kavinsky/Ronan (E; 4,555 words; 15 April 2017) WIP? “If we’re gonna do this, I want you to leave Gansey out of it. Completely.”

Two maniacs, indulging in the pleasures of their world - Childhood Friends AU.

22. Dreams are made for fools and sages: Kavinsky/Ronan  (T; 500 words; 2017-07-13) The act of falling asleep: childhood vs. teenage years.

Be quiet and drive (far away) - Roadtrip AU.

1. Something’s got me and I just can’t seem to choose: Ronan/Kavinsky (T; 1,250 words; 13 November 2016) “You know where you can keep an even better eye on me, Lynch?” he asks. Ronan ignores the tickle of warm breath against the shell of his ear and empties his shot glass. “On the dancefloor. Come on, dance with me.” Or, the one in which Ronan doesn’t dance with K. Because obviously.

24. Don’t let me go; take me to the edge: Kavinsky/Ronan (M; 500 words; 24 July 2017) The hour-long drives and restless nights turn your days into a haze of dream-like images, impressions, impulses, stuttering like a flicker book – the open road before you, the car thrumming beneath you, Kavinsky twisting out of the window beside you and whooping with the thrill of it, white tanktop fluttering around his stomach.

I never liked that ending either - Rehab AU.

25. I wear these scars, I own my mistakes: Kavinsky & Ronan/Adam (T; 2,500 words; 28 August 2017) A year after the fateful Fourth of July party, Kavinsky suddenly comes out of the woodwork to apologize for what he's done.

27. And I still believe that I cannot be saved: Prokopenko & Kavinsky (T; 500 words; 02 September 2017) Prokopenko pays Kavinsky a visit in the hospital after the Fourth.

Grant me the freedom from objects - trans!Kavinsky/Ronan.

28. not really soothing but soothing nonetheless (E; 2,525 words; 08 September 2017) Working through some issues.

31. When you have nothing to say, set something on fire (M; 2,342 words; 02 October 2017) More musings on sleep and rehab than anyone asked for, and a hand job in the rain.

Married Alive - Kavinsky/Piper

33. You’re never too good for me (M; 1,611 words; 05 October 2017) When Greenmantle ordered the Greywaren to be delivered to him, he didn't expect to lose his wife (partner? lover?) over it.

Standalones

Adam/Kavinsky/Ronan

10. a new kind of love your life has never allowed + polytangle (M; 2,835 words; 31 March 2017) Youtube AU, sorta. Or: Adam is trying to edit a video, Kavinsky has other plans, and Gansey interrupts them both by video-calling long-distance. Gansey/Noah

29. ille me osculat (the scenic byway remix) + OT5 (G; 2,272 words; 11 September 2017) "gansey stands apart from the connection the other four share, because he doesn't know how to ask the others for that and the others don't think he wants like they do."noah is the one who sees."—weesaw, (i want you to know that i want to)

Gansey/Kavinsky

35. You know you like it but you’re scared of the shame (E; 2,560 words; 08 October 2017) Ronan said there was no negotiating with Kavinsky, but you had to see for yourself if that was true before deciding anything rash.

Gansey/Ronan 6. your heart frayed and empty (M; 2,705 words; 12 March 2017) Gansey wants to help Ronan, but has been drawing blanks as to how. Ronan has an idea, but never dared give it voice or thought. Until now. 8. stealing like the tide across a map (M; 2,150 words; 16 March 2017) The collar is heavy in your hands, heavy with the weight of what’s being asked. You’re aware that this could very well cost you your friendship, no matter what decision you make. Kavinsky/Ronan 11. It’s lovely. I hate it.: Kavinsky/Ronan (G; 200 words; 03 April 2017) Of weakness, disbelief, and growing families. 13. He wonders what to say and whether to say it (T; 500 words; 07 May 2017) For the first time in over a year and a half, you consider going to confession, to cleanse your soul of the sins you’ve committed this past week. 14. I’m variously sweat or shudder + Kavinsky/Prokopenko (M; 500 words; 10 May 2017) You’re about ready to dissolve when his phone rings. Kavinsky, of course, has to answer. 15. No warning from either of us (M; 2,205 words; 13 May 2017) Business AU. Niall Lynch has expanded his business of procuring rare items. In his absence, Ronan takes over the helm, although he has no real interest in it. That is, unless it means one-upping Kavinsky. 18. I just made you up to hurt myself (E!; 2,745 words; 30 June 2017) cw: non-con/rape, violence You parted as enemies on opposing lines, finger-gun to forehead, rage and rejection and a promise to end the other. Unless he’s begged you on his knees to take him back, there’s not one scenario in which you’d wind up back in your basement together with the real Lynch. Conclusion: You must have dreamed this one.

23. Everything that used to matter, don’t matter no more: Kavinsky+Prokopenko (T; 500 words; 17 July 2017) “I’m dying, man. What is that?” He scrubs his fingers over his breastbone, just below his gold chain. “I tried everything. I can’t make it go away.” 

36. I could almost swear I felt us float (M; 1,310 words; 09 October 2017) "Truth, then: you ever kill someone?"

Kavinsky/Prokopenko 3. Reality bites hard (T; 2,050 words; 08 January 2017) WIP? Congratulations on coming out,“ Gansey says. "No fucking way. Kavinsky’s not gay.” A joke, that’s all this is, but not everyone seems to get it and suddenly has opinions about your life and who you are as a person. Trouble is, you soon find you’re not so sure yourself anymore. 20. You taste so bitter and so sweet (T; 500 words; 06 July 2017) “I don’t want you to go.” To him hangs in the air.

21. with a cloud at your feet (T; 500 words; 08 July 2017) Kavinsky has a lot of strange moods, depending on what he’s tripping on, yet arguably there are none stranger than when it’s just the five of you and he’s trying out new pills.

37. Cheap thrills and a breakfast full of white lines (M; 3,000 words; 10 October 2017) "Do you remember the first time we did this?" he asks, because memory fascinates him, knowing for a fact that most of it is fabricated because he is. How could you forget? It was the day that made you who you are today. And him, too.

Noah/Whelk 16. And it’s a long way back from seventeen (T; 1,210 words; 25 May 2017) It wasn’t only your skull that cracked that day. 

38. You kissed me like a storm at sea (T; 1,424 words; 12 October 2017) It started out with you losing a wager and having to pose as Barry's maid for a day.

39. Don’t leave me behind (T; 500 words; 15 October 2017) Even after you lost everything, he picked you up as if it were a normal Tuesday.

Ronan/Greenmantle

32. A bullet in your head is how I want it (E; 2,135 words; 04 October 2017) cw: graphic violence, blood, gore, imagined character death, guro Ronan has a recurring fantasy: he dreams of killing someone. But not just anyone, no. He dreams of killing his father's murderer.

Podfic

1. gonna rip it off (go back home) by ilgaksu: Kavinsky/Ronan, Ronan/Adam (T; 6:04 min; 13 September 2017) Joseph Kavinsky can't read Latin. He can't read Latin and Ronan can't read his own body and they've both got enough blood on their hands they could mark each other up and you'd never see the red. That's beautiful, that is.

Bonus: Snippets, Excerpts, and WIPs

i.  You tell yourself you haven’t always been this pathetic: Kavinsky (T; ~1.8k words; 29 August 2017)

ii. Childhood friends AU, scene 1: Kavinsky/Ronan, Declan (T; 2,255 words; 01 September 2017)

Previous updates:

2017-06-22 (17 fics)  2017-07-01 (18 fics, re-did the numbering to reflect when a fic was written, hoping to make it easier to find the latest ones) 2017-07-08 (20 fics, added explanation on fic sorting) 2017-07-13 (22 fics, created a new untitled series) 2017-07-24 (24 fics; named the previously unnamed series, created a new one and sorted my first TRC fic under it) 2017-09-03 (27 fics; added another Series and a Snippets category for tumblr-exclusive previews) 2017-09-15 (28 fics; 1 podfic; added the section Podfic) 2017-10-08 (32 fics; 1 podfic; 1 new Series)

[tombromance]

Conversation & Situation Prompts

Conversation Prompts:

1.        “They said ‘be the person you needed as a kid.’ This had honestly changed me into the person I am today.”

2.        “I’ll kill you.”

“Darling, I’m already dead.”

3.        “Please let me die,” she whispered. “Please.”

4.        “You’re a warrior, warriors don’t give up and they don’t back down. Pick up your sword and shield, and fight.”

5.        “The day had come where I have died.”

6.        “The pretty lies; the ugly truth.”

7.        “I want to make a big mistake.”

8.        “Isn’t youth meant to be beautiful?”

9.        “I’ll stand by you. You don’t have to fight this fight alone.”

10.      “I want to protect you from all of this. I know, you’re a warrior, but you’re also the one who I love.”

11.      “I can’t believe this is real.”

12.      “There’s a lot I still haven’t told you…. about me.”

13.      “I love you. No matter who you really are.”

14.      “We can’t let our feelings get in the way of this. Things are about to get complicated, and we can’t pretend otherwise.”

15.      “Sometimes, I’m afraid I can’t fall in love It’s never happened to me before and who’s to say it ever will.”

16.      “Look at what you did to me!”

“I had to. They’ll never believe you now, looking like that.”

17.      “Sorry, I started my vacation early.”

18.      “How on earth did you end up in here?”

19.      “Why do you try and impress everyone? You’re really cool when you aren’t trying so hard.”

20.      “I’m sorry you’re stuck in here with me.”

“There are worse people to be stuck with.”

“Really?”

21.      “You’re lucky, you know? Everyone loves you.”

“Trust me, they don’t.”

22.      “When did I try to poison you? I didn’t try to poison you.”

23.      “I don’t even know what gluten is.”

“Basically, if it has wheat, it has gluten.”

“Well, I don’t like wheat bread, I’m fine.”

24.      “How can I protect you if you keep running away?”

25.      “What do I even need you for, anyways?”

26.      “What exactly am I supposed to be protecting you from? Why would anyone try to kill YOU?”

27.      “You are way too short to be a bodyguard. But you’re also a little terrifying.”

28.      “You saved my life!”

“Normally, this is the part where I say it’s my job, but honestly? I’m pretty sure rescuing you from moths is a little more dangerous than what they’re paying me for.”

29.      “I’m not saying that I like having you around or anything, but…  thanks for not letting me die.”

30.      “You deserve a normal life. A happy life.”

31.      “I love you, and I wish I could say that wont change, but right now, I-I don’t know. So I want you safe, before I hurt you.”

32.      “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But I break things that matter to me. Don’t let me break you.”

33.      “I should terrify you.”

34.      “Why did you do that? Do you think I can’t take care of myself?”

35.      “This isn’t a rom-com, okay? Not every girl swoons when a guy pull something like that.”

36.      “I-I was just trying to help.”

37.      “That was ridiculous. I’m not your property, okay? You can’t just-“

“I wasn’t trying to treat you like property.”

38.      “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t realize you actually liked the guy!”

“I didn’t.”

“Wait, they why -?”

39.      “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. I’m really sorry for upsetting you, but I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

40.      “You kissed me.”

“To fool him.”

“Yeah, well, congratulations: You fooled him. You want to know the best part? For one brief second, you almost fooled me, too.”

41.      “Why is there a Kraken in the bathtub?”

42.      “Your dragon is eating my purse. Honestly, this is getting ridiculous.”

43.      “Why wont the zoo let us pet the chimeras?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the only head that would even tolerate that is the goat head.”

44.      “For the last time, Griffins are not pets.”

45.      5. “Police believe a dragon might be behind the heists on the jewelry shops.”

46.      “Gee, I wonder what tipped therm off? The giant dragon-shaped holes left in the walls?”

47.      6. “Honey, what have I told you about riding the unicorn before dinner?”

48.      7. “Please don’t use the term ‘Sea Monsters’. If you must refer to them as anything besides their names, use ‘Aquatic Life.’”

49.      “Are you kidding me? That thing nearly took my hand off, and anyway, it’s an ANIMAL! It doesn’t care what I call it!”

50.      8. “Did you hear that drakes are officially off the endangered species list?”

51.      9. “What are you up to?”

52.      “Just watching one of those videos. You know, where they replace song lyrics with chimera noises?”

53.      “Oh, I love those!”

54.      10. “Centaurs are humans, too!”

55.      “Actually, we’re more biologically similar to the equine family tree, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

56.     “Are you all know-it-alls, or are you the only one?”

Situational Prompts

1.        This girl had no brokenness or issues. She was a person who’d seen blood, stared monsters in the face, and knew without a doubt her life would be hers again.

2.        I sit back and appraise the wreckage. It’s like that, after a storm blows through. You weigh what’s salvageable against what’s lost. And you hope you find your heart somewhere among the disarray…because it’s hard to rebuild when the foundation has been ripped away.

3.        Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm.”

And the warrior whispered back, “I am the storm.”

4.        She never seemed shattered; to me, she was a breathtaking mosaic of all the battles she’s won.

5.        But even professional assassins have hearts, and mothers.

6.        They say I’m powerful. They say I am the darkness. They say that I instill fear into the hearts of many. It is said that even the Devil himself is afraid of me.

7.        She wasn’t my twin. She was the mirror image; I’d just learned how to pull her out of the glass.

8.        I try to be a good person, but every flaw, every mistake is taken into account. I have a lot of flaws and, according to my society, that makes me a terrible human being.

9.        Oh, my dear, I was too curious. I wanted to know what was after. So, I jumped.

10.      No matter how many times I tried to dismiss the thought, It kept snaking back around, ready to catch me whenever it could.

11.      There was something surprisingly peaceful about being left lost and alone in the woods. If only I had the basic survival skills, I’d stay forever.

12.      From the moment, I picked up a sword, there was a surge of adrenaline that didn’t stop. I felt like nothing could ever harm me again -and somehow, there was no guilt about causing the same for others.

13.      My everything is their nothing, and they take that from me.

14.      Her dreams have never followed the rules.

You aren’t supposed to feel pain in your dreams, but she can. Not all the time, but often.

You aren’t supposed to be able to read in dreams, but she has read cereal boxes and novels with equal ease.

The strangest part, however, is the falling: Everyone knows that if you fall in a dream, and you hit the ground, you never wake up.

Her?

She’s fallen from the sky, hit the ground with a thud, and woken up minutes later, none the worse for wear.

15.      They’ve been enemies for as long as they can remember. But there was a time when they were the best of friends. What changed? Why can’t they remember?

16.      As much as it pained to leave them all behind, I had my own life to live and I was tired of putting on the backburner for them.

17.      They leave me alone with my thoughts. What a horrid punishment: to be hit by a tidal wave of self-destructive thoughts, day-after-day.

[doctormelapples]

I want every personal

Sorry this took so long

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

erm, idk but I can list some of my favs? how about “Mr. Know-It-All” by Young The Giant, “Brain Stew” by Green Day, “Swimming Pool” by The Front Bottoms, “Tokyo Narita (Freestyle)” by Halsey and Lido, “Big Jet Plane” by Angus & Julia Stone, and “Doo Wop (That Thing)” by Lauryn Hill

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Do they have to be alive?? How about Beyonce Twin #2

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

I’m sitting right next to a bookshelf wtf. Okay the first book only had a line 12, Book 2: “…glittering sceptres. These shones so brightly September had to shade her..”

4: What do you think about most?

I see photo opprotunities when I walk? like if I’m walking past a house I see the exact angle that I would take a picture of it with and what the frame and coloring would turn out to be? does that count?

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Text or sc?? cuz idk on either tbh sc:goals text:theenks

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Clothes

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I have none, so like,,

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls are beautiful, Boys are beautiful, and so is everyone else

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

lol no

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

like yesterday probs

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Strange? idk

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

When I was a child,,, marble

13: What’s your religion?

who’s that

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

being sad or taking pictures

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind absolutely

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

jesus christ

17: What was the last lie you told?

I have a headache

18: Do you believe in karma?

sort of, like maybe not the textbook definition but I do think that you get what you give to some extent

19: What does your URL mean?

listen,,, okay Doctor is because i like doctor who and melapples is a dan and phil reference, okay, i made it when i joined tumblr, I was young and unknowing, okay

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: I’m too emotionally soft; strength: whom’st’d’ve

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Does phil count, phil counts? It’s Phil

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

almost

23: How do you vent your anger?

ahah, to the world and through tears tbh

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

I used to collect izze + snapple tops, then got bored

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

video chatting, I like seeing facial expressions

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

whom?

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

It took me FOREVER to think of a sound I hate, and like i had sounds i love when my fingers hit the keys. sound I hate: Fork schreeching on a plate; sound I love: laughs, soft sounds of fingers on skin, leaves crunching as you wak in autumn, or snow in the winter, wind, papers fluttering

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I had stayed at my old school

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

well not really, but aliens absolutely, like, there is no way the universe is so fucking big, and there isn’t life outside of earth

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

My window frame; a notebook

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

somebody is making pasta downstairs

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

what kind of worst? cuz like I believe that no matter where you go you can always get something out of it. Let’s go with my racist ass school

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

EAST

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

idk harry styles?

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

42?

how about: to know, be, see, and do what you want

36: Define Art.

Life

37: Do you believe in luck?

kinda like the same way I belive in karma

38: What’s the weather like right now?

It’s been rainy all day and we just had a rainbow. It’s cleared up now

39: What time is it?

1:23:09 AM

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

no

41: What was the last book you read?

A graphic novel called March about John Lewis

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

yeah actually

43: Do you have any nicknames?

lila bean

44: What was the last film you saw?

Wonder Woman pretty sure

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

all of the skin on my leg was scraped off once so

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

I’ve had a beautiful butterfly land on me during a meditation session once

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

strawberry milkshakes

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

I’m pan bro

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

yes rip how fun

50: Do you believe in magic?

in my hopes and dreams

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

no, I’m really bad at holding longterm grudges but you better fucking run for at least two weeks if u piss me off

52: What is your astrological sign?

scoooorrrrrppppiiiiooooo

53: Do you save money or spend it?

i save money highkey short term and mass spend it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

A swimsuit. oh shit no wait strawberry syrup for milkshakes

55: Love or lust?

lust

56: In a relationship?

damn i wish

57: How many relationships have you had?

3

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

crying in bed all day tbh

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

my comforter that I’m sitting on lowkey has pink flowers on it

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

listen,,, fuck socks okay no

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats homie

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

laugh at their jokes + be a pleasant person

64: Where is your best friend?

idk probably sleeping somewhere tbh

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

i don’t pay enough attention soz

66: What is your heritage?

like,,? My dad is from finland probably but otherwise i have no idea, all my family tree has is slavery so

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

fuck dude crying

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

smith

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

hell yes

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

idk i hope so

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

i like can’t really swim that well so like probably get the attention of someone who can and get the dog saved then go to work. but fuck that job tho

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

nah bro, i would try and accomplish everything i wanted, travel, be happy with family, and make friends happy, not afraid

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

bills by lunchmoney lewis

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

or not?

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

trust, communication, known goals

77: How can I win your heart?

idk bro its pretty easy out here a-fucking-pparently

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

yeah for sure

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Join theatre

80: What size shoes do you wear?

9.5 or 10

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

rip in pieces

82: What is your favourite word?

antidisestablishmentarianism

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

the image of the organ tbh

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

lit, tbh, rip, wild

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

star by brockhampton

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

pink rn, it was just green, i fluctuate

87: What is your current desktop picture?

a picture i took of a car mirror in a violet sunset

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

trump probs but only if he is right next to pence that bitch will not be president

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

why are you sad

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

FUCKING RUN DUDE CLIMB OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW FUCK THAT SHIT NO GET OUTTA MY FACE FUCK

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

elements my dude. if I had to pick which one it would be wind probs

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

The half-hour where I thought I fell in love with someone before they broke up w me a week later

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

no

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

RIHANNA

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Prague 

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

probably, but not that i know of

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

omg yes don’t remind me

98: Ever been on a plane?

yups a few times

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

damn y y’all listening to me?

probs something like “jesus christ just shut up and listen to each other speak without jumping to fucking conclusions and preconceived notions of what other people are like kay?”

[thunder0-0sage]

Summerbolt (manga script) Volume 4, chapter 33

CHAPTER 33: NEW TARGET

 We see Seiren and his younger brother, Goran, on the cover, hugging each other over the shoulder and smiling widely, wearing jeans and white T-shirts on which ‘Best bros ever!!’ is written with black letters, the sentence being split between the two’s T-shirts.

‘These two sure look great together but do they really get along as well as they seem to be?!’

  The tunnel dug underground by Rose is seen, where she is moving forward along with her son, the girls from ‘Earth class’ №1 and the civilians they’ve saved from the hotel on the beach earlier, Feoria, who’s lost her clothes in the last battle now wearing a man’s shirt and shorts, looking quite big on her.

‘As the one group of heroes fights on the beach, the other is making its way back to Deckstoru underground. Where exactly is their journey going to take them?!’

Zilli: ‘-Are you sure this is the right way, Mrs. Summerbolt?’

Rose: ‘-Of course. For the long years I’ve lived in this town I’ve studied its infrastructure very well and know it like the palm of my hand, whether up there or down here.’

Graid: ‘-We should reach our house soon enough.’

Violet: ‘-And why exactly are we going there?’

Rose: ‘-We need to arm everyone properly. The ones without combat-suitable devas and the ‘normal’ ones will help, too. There are no more innocent or helpless people. If you keep thinking as such, you’ll be the first to die.’

Turora: ‘-In the name of God!! What in the hell are you talking about?! We’re just kids!’

Graid: ‘-No. You were kids. The enemy doesn’t care about your age, sex or convictions. There is only one thing that really matters to them. (he becomes extremely serious while saying this and looking ahead) The complete destruction of this country.’

Miluna: ‘-So, do you know anything about ‘them’?’ (Rose and Graid look aside)

Rose: ‘-Quite a lot, actually. There will be a better time for discussions, though. The most important thing right now is to defend the city and try to evacuate as many people as we can from its vicinity.’

Feoria: ‘-Wow. You sure do sound like a war general.’ (Rose sighs)

Rose: ‘-I was one … a long time ago …’

Everyone is extremely shocked as the focus goes to the central parts of the city, the enemy attack raging there with full force as dull green energy shells, shots and rays are shot in all directions, blowing up the buildings around and destroying the people inside.

As pieces of different things are tossed around the air, Goran is seen, running forward when a shell hits right in front of him, exploding and throwing him aside, the young lad having escaped death thanks to his deva – golden-brown spike-like blades that have covered half of his body, jumping up and moving on.

Goran: ‘-Well, that was a close one!!’

  He then hears a strange noise, turning around and seeing that there’s a whole group of villains behind him, pointing their energy weapons at him as Blackscale covers his entire body in spike-like blades and launches to his opponents, dodging some of their attacks while the rest hit him, neutralized by his armor.

Goran: ‘-Too bad for you, guys!! You’ve messed with the wrong Deckstorian!!!’

He reaches one of them and cuts his face very deep with his fists, kicking him back and grabbing his weapon that’s been tossed up, blowing up the soldiers around him on a molecular level, getting ready to finish the last of them when a blue spike hits the weapon.

The teenager looks at it with confusion when its energy filter starts glowing in bright green and he throws it aside, jumping back from the explosion, seeing the freak nearby, wearing the same kind of uniform like the deviants back at the beach. There are three large blue spikes protruding from each of his shoulders, one – from each elbow and pointing down to his wrists, and two smaller ones above each ear, his eyes glowing in dull green energy.

Deviant 1: ‘-Going somewhere, kid?’

Goran: ‘-You’re a deviant, too, aren’t you? Why are you attacking me then?!’ (the villain smiles in a hideous way)

Deviant 1: ‘-None of you will see any mercy from us. You are all going to die and the world as you know it is going to disappear!!!!!’ (Goran moves a step back with an angry expression, taking a battle stance)

Goran: ‘-Is that so? I won’t show you any mercy either, then.’

The two of them launch to each other, clashing their fists, the bastard’s elbow spike cutting Blackscale’s arm, kicking him back and creating spikes that are coming out of his palms, attacking the lad, trying to doge all of his attacks.

Deviant 1: ‘-What’s the matter?! I thought you were going to show me no mercy!!’

Goran: ‘-Patience, darling!!’

The freak only then realizes that his opponent has led him to a burning vehicle, exploding seconds later and ripping off parts of the boy’s clothes without damaging him. He takes advantage of his enemy’s temporary distraction, crushing a right uppercut in his chin, throwing him up and smashing his elbow in his face when he falls down, kicking him in the stomach and getting ready to deliver a finishing blow.

One of the villain’s spikes pierces his shoulder then, the one protruding from his other palm getting closer to his chest as he pushes him to a wall nearby, Goran managing to stop him for the time being. The two of them give their best to succeed in each one’s task – to kill and to survive.

Goran: ‘-You don’t give up easy, do ya?!’

Deviant 1: ‘-Neither do you!!’

Seiren’s brother manages to head-butt him, the spike almost piercing his chest with that but he moves aside, breaking off the one that’s already in his shoulder and twisting the freak’s other arm, piercing him very deep in the stomach and pushing him down.

Blackscale then starts to walk aside as his opponent starts crawling and trying to get up with zero success.

Deviant 1: ‘-Wait. (Goran stops and turns to him) You fight quite well, boy. And you remind me of someone. What’s your name?’

Goran: ‘-I’m Goran Blackscale, son of Serego Blackscale!!’ (the evil deviant is very shocked, hearing this)

Deviant 1: ‘-Serego … The Lizard Lord?!! You’re his son?!!’ (Goran nods)

Goran: ‘-Yeah, that’s right. But I don’t know anything about that ‘Lizard Lord’ stuff you just said.’ (the freak then smiles)

Deviant 1: ‘-It appears that there are other dangerous guys around here except the Summerbolts!! Things will definitely be getting even more interesting from now on!!’ (while he’s saying that, a group of soldiers has appeared nearby, noticing Goran and going after him)

Soldier 1: ‘-Hey!! There’s a survivor there!!’

Soldier 2: ‘-Kill him!!’

Soldier 3: ‘-Don’t you even think about running, kid!!’ (Goran runs aside and some of the bastards follow him, the others staying with their wounded comrade)

Soldier 4: ‘-Who was that boy? Did he do this to you?!’

Deviant 1: ‘-We’ve got a new target, boys. That kid’s a Blackscale and he’s got lots of potential!! We must capture him at all costs!!’ (the soldiers goggle their eyes in shock)

Soldier 5: ‘-If that’s true, we must contact the general and inform him of this unexpected development!!’

Deckstoru’s coast is seen, the focus going to the place where the six deviants were killed by the first attack group in the last chapter, a few girls appearing nearby, then suddenly stopping and looking ahead in terror as the corpses start dissolving into dull green energy.

Girl 1: ‘-Wh-what is this thing?!!’

All five of them scream of horror as a boot with lots of animal fur attached to it steps on the sand near them, heavy breathing being heard from the creature to whom it belongs.

Deathaxe: ‘-Silence, you scum!! (a ray of dark energy is shot forward, destroying the girls’ bodies completely, a beeping sound being heard after that and a massive hand, covered in a black glove pulls out a small disk-shaped device, projecting a multi-colored misty image, turning out to be one of the soldiers) What is it?’

Soldier 4: (vision) ‘-We have discovered an interesting target and are currently in pursuit. His name is Goran Blackscale. He’s the son of Serego, ‘The Lizard’.’

Deathaxe: ‘-Now that’s some really great news!!! I’ll be right there!! (the demonic general is then seen in full, covered in armor from head to heels, having lots of spikes on it and animal fur covering different parts along with a huge black cape, his small white eyes flashing amidst the darkness of his helmet) This war ought to be very fun indeed!!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!’

‘A sudden new turn!!! The enemy forces’ newest target is none other than Seiren’s younger brother!! Why is it that they want him so bad and what fate awaits him?!’

 THE END

[xqr]

LLSIF Things 13: Birthday Edition

JP

Last time I complained about the SM points. Now it’s over my rage isn’t in motion, but I have to share this:

It’s not even me, but dis poor bitch in 4th got -452 and I think that was the record for most absolutely obliterated player. 

Hit rank 190!!! I can now have 12 hours free of idol hell. And, as I later realised 2 Medfests at full LP.

I SS’s this for the person in 1st who was probably dodging or just had some mad injustices dealt. But like yo the person in 3rd! Like poor bro here got a higher combo than 1st and got destroyed.

This was my rank on the last SM I played. I actually thought I might just stay in T2 again. Sadly not. As for the points ranking...smh I was above 30k a few matches before, but ‘just one more gem’ made me lose out there.

What y’all saw:

What I saw:

Anyway this step up box sounded sick like why the fuck wouldn’t I???

But first I had to pull together another few gems so

Smashed it. I actually found the beatmap really fun for this one. So with 203 gems I proceeded to the first pull:

Hoo boy an SSR. And just the one I wanted. An idolised SSR was secured.

ANOTHER SSR?? Yes pls. After several days I’ve decided to use this 3rd copy as a skill up bc she’s a scorer and I want an SSR seal. Also an SR I don’t have :D

So while the majority of people out there wanted their guaranteed SSR to be the birthstone one, I was hoping for the initial...

YESSS!! Now I have all the released SSR Panas. And Marine Hanayo!!! Good shit.

So. The unlimited scouting box. Man if I had known it would be unlimited I would have saved for longer.

I pressed the button and there was a lot of loading. Boy I had my fingers poised to take a SS of that UR flying out. But then only SRs came out and I was like ???? ok then be like that.

But turns out I was fucking right

Dis bitch flipped from a rare!! I cannot tell u how pleased I was. One a scale of Initial Pana to Xmas Pana in terms of cards I want, this was second only to Xmas Pana. After cosplaying this card I found a mighty need to own it. And here it was!! Turns out she’s a scorer too so I am blessed. She’s currently first in line for seal idolising.

Anyway, those SRs she came with. Cute kitty Pana!! New Pool Pana and Vday2. The problem with cool cards is my BiBi team is so tight these Panas have no hope.

And enough for a BT... Me: wtf is this. Me: is this an initial?? Schoolidolu: yes. Rip

I LOVE THIS CARD

She’s going to be sacrificed for a UR idolisation :)

Mmmm dat sweet skill lv 2

Me: I can’t believe it took me 5 tries. We’re at /that/ point.

The next sacrifice. 

So I had 33 gems left over after the scouts so I was like yes bitch we can reach 50 again. Do whatever must be done. So I did; rescue the prisoners from the present box!

And take their bonding gems

Honestly sometimes I just pull gems out of my ass idek how. But I reached 50 again.

Idol Pana: skill up, Dancer: idolised, Vday1: new!

So ends JP’s Pana scouts. Total gems: 220, 1 UR, 3 SSRs, 8 SRs. Not bad.

EN

420 blaze it

EN reached 190 like an hour before JP.

Just under a month since the Great Xmas Pana Scout. And I had managed to find 128 gems. Pretty good going imo.

When u see dat 1 SR come out. Ok but I love the China Dress set so I couldn’t be mad. It’s a new SR at least. I saw RinSenpai pull Initial Pana in a 1SR pull and like if that had been me I would have been mad too. Bc I already idolised her and sold her off lel.

Yo how tf did I pull China Dress again?? Like whey instant idolisation but wow what are the chances? Also magician!!! Which I’m pleased for bc I didnt have a chance to pull for her during the Great Saving.

Once again Nozomi blesses us for the BT.

Except this time I had a second copy already from The Great Scout. So she’s not up for sacrificing just yet.

So cute even if I think those sleeves are the most awkward things one could wear.

I stopped being F2P last year so like why not buy some gems for my waifu’s once-a-year birthday? 

IS IT A HANAYO? YES. IS IT A UR? YES. IS IT A COOL UR? YES. IS IT XMAS PANA? NO.

Close enough but like i feel taunted. I now have 2 of her 3 cool URs. Just not the one I pine after. Well, I have them all across accounts..

Goddamn animal2 set. Soon I will complete it across servers. Surely that ugly Honoka UR will find me soon. But also SLG. Which I have on JP but it’s cute.

But who cares about SRs? I pulled a UR after 1225 gems. Finally did it. I felt like I truly deserved it. I will also now expect URs every time I pay Klab money lel.

Let’s have a look at my new angel and next in line for idolising:

I should have expected she was a healer as I am well aware of the skills of the other cool URs, but...

Booooy this card has a chance of activating less than 3 times a minute. My Eli is every 13 seconds at least. And she’s a scorer. Honestly Hanayo pull urself together and come back when u got something better to offer. tut-psh can’t believe a healer has a 23 second pause

Anyway I had 45 gems left...so I was a naughty again and bought 6 more gems bc yolo.

It flew out as 1 SR but luckily 1 flipped so my spending was somewhat justified. Hurray for Victorian idolisation (she’s made the team!) and Vday1 Pana now across servers.

I love her so much??

Helix

I didn’t do this with thumbs, but the fact I did this on a tiny screen when I was like ‘eh let’s just try and get more than a C combo’ was astounding. 

Maybe I should set Nico as my partner some time if she’s going to be so gay

If u thought the Helix account would get away without Pana scouting, ur wrong. Honestly tho I did this pull before EN got its UR and I was like pls, don’t give the Helix account another Pana UR. I can’t be more salty than I already am.

And there was no salt. There was Vday1 Pana again. She came home on all 3 accounts during the Hanayo solo boxes. It’s very odd. I also got new ones - Fruits and Cyber! Although apparently Cyber isn’t new?? She must have been sacrificed before I got this account. Still, I was excited to see her.

And Hanayo came home in the BT too!! What’s not to like

Bonus irl purchases:

Someone on fb was selling Honoka petits so I was like sure I’ll take them off ur hands

And then one Saturday morning I trawled ebay looking at LL stuff. Boy there’s a lot of bootleg shit out there, but in the midst of it some 20 or 30 pages in I found her.

A Japanese seller. Instantly more credible. And they had photos of their figure, not some stock image. I looked into their listing and they even opened the box and took photos of her still in the plastic and I was like dis seller is the real deal. Feedback all checked out. I was having her.

I paid £35 for her. Didn’t get hit by customs woop. My first large-ish figure (up until now I’ve only bought nendoroid petits) and now I worry that I will acquire more. Accidentally. 

Review: her fan is so hard to stick in her hand.

[drewxmay]

Contestshipping Masterpost - Part 8 - WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WYNUAT???

and now… the best contestshipping episode of them all!!! yell it loud and clear (even though your parents will think you are weird)

WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WYNAUT!!!

Link to episode can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbLuBt3YaKQ

whenever I say Why not I say it like a wynuat. This is the best episode.

Episode starts off with Ash yelling at a river. Wonderful.

0:06 Oh Pikachu too?

0:20 Best of luck to you on your contest May!

0:27 Hi Drew :D

0:37 hmm. Interested I see?

Masqurain Uses waves to complete his technique

1:27 Drew won 5 a while back! Remember when he had 3?

1:37 Well May will win the contest you two will battle for the 4th time!

1:42 Fancy words will only give May more determination to win… Drew knows this.

1:57 Okay so we have Mr.Perfect, Mr.Know-it-all, and Mr.Rose. Wonderful.

I REMEMBER THIS THEME SONG! I REMEMBER EARLY 2016! MUST SING! gha

3:08 Ash saying the titles sometimes makes me laugh. “MAY WE HARLEY DREW’D YA!” Imagine him saying that. ya.

3:11 Narrator, she is working hard at her skill because Drew convinced her too in his own way.  ADVANCED SHIPPERS HE WAS NOT BEING MEAN AND THAT IS WHY SHE IS TRYING, SHE IS TRYING BECUASE DREW TOLD HER TO AND MADE HER WANT TO IN HIS OWN WAY.

3:23 Masquain flap your wings not your legs

3:26 Flirting!

3:35 Drew is teaching May some tactics :3

Also, May has really improved! Character development and attack skills, and based off these episodes it was mainly because of Drew!

3:51 … that was not somersault. Translations…

3:57 MAGICARP. this is just the best team rocket entrance. Ever. Just imagine a big magicarp jumped into the beach and said “MAGICARP" I laughed at this the first time I saw it~

4:06 :pulls up image of face swap:

4:19 Welp, it was a good run pikachu. Goodbye :)

4:21 NO NOT BEAUTIFLY AND MASQUAIN!!! ANYTHING BUT THEM!

4:22 :TAKES SCREENSHOT: Omg they are so scared for their pokemon

4:24 SO YOU HAD TO TAKE MASQURAIN, AND BEAUTIFLY BUT NOW YOU ARE TAKING MAY AND DREW????

4:30 WELL THEN FIX IT JESSIE!!!

4:36 I love this pic… so much…

4:42 silly max! You pressed the hypo turbo engine switch! You should’ve known :P

4:56 they are now standing next to each other even though last time they were almost across the room, they walked next to each other and called their pokemon at the same time. This is what writers do when they foreshadow.

5:00 I dunno :Looks up I am going to on google: I am going to die. Jessie you are going to die!

5:15 and then you hear wabbafet

Hi team Rocket!

5:25 Imma look that on google… You are at my house.

5:29 No you are in my house

5:35 Thank you Wabaf- I mean James

5:40 but James was trying to cheer you up by being Wabbafet :P

5:49 Thank you Wabaf- I mean Meowth

5:54 Don’t worry, they’re having fun Max.

6:08 People might say that Drew is being mean here and that Drew doesn’t like May but this has a second meaning and May didn’t get it (just like how she never noticed him flirting)

6:19 :Screenshots:

I cursed myself with faceswap

6:25 So ye ol’ pirate likes eh story o’ contest shipp'n?

6:30 :Looks up mirage: mi·rage m?'räZH/ noun noun: mirage; plural noun: mirages

  an optical illusion caused by atmospheric conditions, especially the appearance of a sheet of water in a desert or on a hot road caused by the refraction of light from the sky by heated air.

okay I get it now! The wynuat!!!

6:42 Leechy berry?

6:50 Teaching May about Leechy berries in his own way.

6:58 I find it amazing that May says she knows everything about them, proceeds to pronounce it wrong, and then Drew point that out. I didn’t expect him to.

7:03 :Takes screenshot

7:05 great! I BET THAT IT IS WYNUAT

7:19 ShuuHaru

I told you I love this episode AND WE AREN’T EVEN HALFWAY DONE MWA HA HA AH AHA HA

7:36 Swellow did you find contestshipping

7:43 Don’t worry Max!

7:52 wynuat? Also while listening to this I heard Max say "Ya! They might’ve decided to-” finish this sentence please :3

8:21 Mudkip: points with fin

8:23 “You don’t get out much do you…”  "Well you just don’t know how to have fun!“ -Contestshipping

8:33 you know what I want this man to be a chaperone at a school field trip.

8:48 in the time you were gone, James, Jessie and Meowth turned into wabaffets! :D

9:00 WYNUAT WYNUAT REGRET IT? WHY SHOULD I REGRET IT?

9:03 No james. did you hear it say Wabafett? No. It said wynuat.

9:08 at least Meowth knows!

9:12 let me tell ya’ lads ye ol’ story of how I got ‘ere

9:58 People say Drew never gets exited.

10:08 DON’T DIE GUYS YOU ARE MY LIFE

10:20 HOLDING HANDS OMG LIFE SAVER SHIPPING BULBAPEDIA!!!

One scene includes a closeup of May and Drew holding hands while falling down a cliff and into a river.

… I’m disappointed in you Bulbapedia

10:27 YOU CAN MAKE IT!!!

10:34 NOT THE WATERFALL FROM ALL OF THE MOVIES!!!

10:45 NOT DREW!!! (MAY GOT DREW SHE WANTS TO HELP HIM D:)

10:49 Bulbapedia: Then May sees that Drew has been knocked out from the impact of the waterfall, she becomes extremely concerned and tries to keep Drew’s head above the water while telling him not to worry because she’s got him.

You missed something, when somebody passes out they stop holding their own weight, meaning that Drew is actually way heavier than if he were conscious, let’s see an average 10-year-old boy weighs about 90 pounds… May is carrying an almost 100 pound weight, above water, while also trying to keep herself over water

THE THINGS ADRENALIN CAN DO MAN.

10:58 WYNUAT!!! HELP!!!

11:03 the mirage island.

11:15 SAVE THE CHILDREN

11:24 Hopefully safe with the wynuat!

11:34 AHOY MATES I 'AVE FOUN’ 'UR FRIEN’!

11:46 You did as much as you could…

11:54: "Drew… are you okay? Say something please!” May said in a destressed tone of voice

12:02 omg I ship it so much Bulbapedia? how about you?

After being pulled out of the river by the Wynaut, May is seen begging a still unconscious Drew to say something. When he finally wakes up, she is visibly relieved.

12:06 No May… you don’t have to be so modest. If it weren’t for you he would be dead. he would have drowned.

May is too modest.

12:10 Well the wynuat… OMG I WANT ONE NOW! I WANT TO TRAVEL WITH ALL OF THEM! THE WYNUAT REPRESENT CONTESTSHIPPERS!

12:22 Wynuat is a light pokemon, so is there body an illusion? I saw somewhere a theory that their tails are the pokemon and their blue body is a shield… so the blue part is an illusion?

“They travel in herds and at night sleep together in groups”

all of the contestshippers are wynuats. We stick together.

12:30 Drew is happy :D

12:33 omg the wynuat are so nice!!! “Are these for us?” “Wynuat!” Omgggg I love them so much

12:39 I love Drew in this pic I dunno why

12:42 Your ship is strong.

12:48 yes. GodI just wanna hug May and Drew. So. Flippin. Much.

12:54 aww poor team rocket

13:02 Why hello there

13:07 num num num num

13:12 Wanub nub nub nub nub nub nub nub

13:16 oh well hi there

13:19 nub nub nub nub nub nub nub

13:27 There right there

13:31 spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin

13:34 ye’ ol’ lad ta'tst'a 'tory if I ever said i’

13:58 Imma not mention how his last statement was incorrect because this episode is so great.

14:04 You studied their shoes max?

14:08 actually Drew was unconscious so he didn’t walk, and the wynuats were in the trees and picked up May and Drew. You are wrong guys.

14:16 WYNUAT HAVING A JUNE 10TH PARTY???

14:23 wynuat join us?

14:30 Let’s join the contestshipping celebration!

14:39 wynuat join us too Drew X3

14:47 Bulbapedia? Do you wanna say something?

During the Wynauts’ “party” shortly after, Drew is seen watching May intently.

Watching her intently ya say? He must be happy that she is having fun :D (btw he likes her)

14:53 After a long journey… we have finally found the thing we have been looking for: food. it has been many mins we have walked around this forest, searching and searching while following our mentorour, Wabaffet, but finally…

nvm I’ll stop.

14:58 James is great, so is jessie. Now have sour tastes :3

My shoulders heart from typing so I won’t tag as much… :’(

15:29 Drew is still watching her have fun :3

15:33 wtf is that! D:

15:37 oh no!!!

15:40 Jessie you love romantic stories give them the berries

15:46 Dew: Oh no! The person who I helped grow as a trainer and saved my life is about to be taken away D:

15:47 unless y'know. You sell her as a slave.

15:55 The wynuat our us, the contestshippers, remember that. Also I love the episode and all, but I’m sick of the female being in danger, wynuat it be the male for once???

16:03 you wait for the wynuat of course :3

16:07 great job guys!!! Keep it up and we will help in the advencement of contestshipping!

16:14 DO YOU TRUST ME?

16:27 you said sift her out at the end… why is she on a rope and you are still vacuming?

16:40 Shiiipppiiiinnnnnggggg

16:50 Aye re'ember 'is cave 'iketha back o’ me ol’ 'and

17:13 remember kids, an Arbock turns into a Saviper!

17:23 Death by leaves

17:29 protect our ship!

17:50 ya but Drew didn’t tell rosellia WHERE to shoot it, what do they talk telepathicly now?

17:57 Rip a rope with peatals. Sure I’ll try that.

17:59 LOOK AT ALL OF US WYNUAT

18:07 and then I remembered Advencedshipping and started to cry becuase even though this is the best contestsipping episode people are going to advanced ship becuase of this scene.

and then they beat team rocket :skips to after that:

19:52 Enjoy the rest of the contestshipping in this episode!

19:54 So Rodrick is actually older Pual. Cool.

20:23 And Drew got May to make pokeblock, in his own way :3

The end (that took me 4 hours to make wtf)