#i wonder if the original script is out there somewhere?

[paul-simon-juggling]

Press Photo from One Trick Pony (1980)

Deleted scene where Jonah (Paul Simon) tells his son Matty (Michael Pearlman) a bedtime story.

[beelmons]

okay okay but imagine there’s a case where like the team needs reader to go undercover in like a bar/club or something to lure the unsub and so spencer gets to see her in a club environment like all dolled up for a night out and dancing slutty and he has no idea how to react

A/N: hehehehe this was fun cw: fem!reader, reader uses a dress

A gala. A fucking gala. Are you kidding me? Couldn't the unsub pick a more comfortable setting? Didn't he know just how uncomfortable doing police work was in heels? Of course he didn't, the profile told you as much. White male, 35 to 45, his recent stressor was losing his company due to bad management, his "loving" wife left him for his more economically stable former partner.

Clear as ice, he didn't know one thing about empathy. Oh, well, occupational hazards. You weren't an absolute stranger to a tight dress and fancy dress shoes. Your instruction was to fit in, as was Spencer's, the team member that was chosen to pose as the person you would try to seduce.

The ruse was simple. You'd arrive at a certain time with your "husband", fellow Agent Morgan, who'd leave early due to a work issue. Girl alone in a gala full of wealthy couples, you would then find a suitor to entertain you whlie your husband was working hard to give you the life you ever wanted.

Unfaithful, ungrateful women, just like the victims he was after.

To avoid much suspicion, Spencer was forced to remain at the bar. Once you had gotten a handful of potential suspects, you would reach him and begin the seduction game, prompted by a verbal cue that you would give to the bartender.

And, in time, the occasion had arrived.

"Cosmopolitan." you ordered the barman "Virgin."

That was the sign for Spencer, who was now standing next to you, to begin playing his part. However, the second he laid eyes on you, his brain was wiped blank.

"G-Good morning." he said albeit it being around eleven in the evening.

You let out a half-fake, fully-amused chuckle. "I guess it's morning someplace around the globe, hm? What's a handsome gentleman like you doing on his own on a 'morning' like this?" you tried to ease the conversation, as if trying to redirect him to the original planned dialogue.

"I-" he tried again, still unable to gather his thoughts "You look so beautiful." he thought outloud.

You blinked rapidly. That was not the exchange you had agreed on having.

"Reid. Stay on script." Hotch murmured into his earpiece.

"Right." he muttered to himself and cleared his throat "Pardon. I'm afraid your beauty stunned me." he laughed awkwardly, signature of him. "I'm Spencer, I own a psychiatric practice."

"Handsome and a doctor?" you landed a hand on his shoulder, and you could see him physically redden "Must be my lucky night."

Both of you could feel the threatening stare of the unsub somewhere among the attendants. You had successfully baited him, and it was time to guide him out.

The ruse continued and, eventually, justice came up triumphant. Of course, your ever so dedicated girlfriends had a set of tennis shoes and a FBI jacket ready for the go. You were debriefing the situation with the boss in his office, while Spencer simply observed from his desk.

Your hair was undone, makeup faded from the sweat, and your jacket was twice your size. Nonetheless, the vivid picture of your dolled-up image remained engraved in his mind. Accordingly, his heart rate was elevated, cheeks flushed, and body hot. He was never going to be able to look at you the same, that much was clear.

"You look so beautiful" a mocking voice in his ear startled him, causing him to bolt up.

It was Derek Morgan, with a taunting, all-knowing grin. Behind him, Penelope Garcia, whom had witnessed the exchange on the camera Reid carried on his tie, laughing at the teasing.

"Shut up." the blond quietly grunted.

"It's okay, boy wonder, she looked really great." Garcia mentioned.

"Seriously, kid, a cleavage like that, I would have lost my IQ too." Morgan added, earning a playful hit from Penelope.

Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan and quickly shoved the file he was drafting into his bag. Without a further word, he hid into the briefing room to work uninterrupted.

At least, that's the excuse he had made up for himself. Truth was, if he looked at you any further, Morgan was going to be teasing him for a completely different, very hard thing.

[yuurei20]

Hello! Do you know anything about the rumours of yana not being involved in the development of twst anime? Read somewhere that she tweeted she was "pleasantly surprised by the news" but couldn't find the tweet anywhere…

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! I believe this is maybe the tweet? ^^

And it seems the part that surprised her was that the anime is going to be based on the manga!

Much like many fans have been wondering in what direction an adaptation would go in, it seems that Yana had been wondering, too ^^

As for "Yana not being involved," this rumor likely comes from the original announcement--it credits Yana as the creator of the game, but does not list her as a member of the team behind the anime:

Animation production for Disney Twisted Wonderland: The Animation is being handled by Yumeta Company × Graphinica, the team behind the globally successful Record of Ragnarok II. The overall director is Takahiro Natori, known for works like ARIA The BENEDIZIONE and Tokyo Mew Mew New♡. The director is Shin Katagai, who worked on The Newbie Old Man Adventurer: Trained to Death by the Strongest Party and Became Invincible and CUE!. The script is by Yoichi Katou, renowned for handling a wide range of genres, from Space Brothers to Aikatsu! and The Idolmaster Million Live!, with a proven track record of managing works with many characters. This team has gathered to faithfully recreate the game's originality while fully bringing out the charm of the characters in the animation.

Yana has spoken before, at length, about the struggles faced by mangaka whom fans feel do not have enough involvement in adaptations of their work: Post 1 - Post 2

She explains,

For works outside of Black Butler I am often not the copyright holder, so oftentimes I will not know what kind of adaptations are being planned. When something comes up I will do my best if I am asked to participate, but if I am not approached, I leave it to them.

So does this mean that Yana is not being consulted on the anime adaptation of Twst? Is that why she was surprised that it is being based on the manga--that wasn't her decision?

We do not know--there is no official confirmation!

And we will maybe never know ^^ There are likely many complex contractural rules bound up in this situation! Yana coming forward and saying that she has no hand in the anime could have negative consequences, as fans of her work may turn away from it, but she also cannot take credit for something in which she was not involved--it is a delicate line to walk!

Until such a time as there is an official announcement of how much Yana was or was not involved, all we can do is speculate ^^

[cyren-myadd]

This concept art has been living in my head rent free

This concept art of Spider with a kuru literally keeps me up some nights wondering what it means. I got so excited over the new D23 concept art that I went looking through some old Avatar stuff I had saved and came across this again, which reignited all the burning questions I have about it.

Concept art typically leads to two outcomes: either it gets scrapped and removed from the plot or it gets refined and is eventually realized within the story. The same is true for this particular piece of concept art. Its existence means it's either:

A) an old idea that they ended up scrapping, or

B) it's an idea they're going with and will eventually be realized in the movies.

The reason I keep myself up at night wondering whether its A or B is because of the context of this concept art. The art was originally shown on a gigantic screen at some big avatar showcase thing in Los Angeles. There's no way showing this was some oversight or mistake. Unlike the script that was shown on accident, this was shown to avatar fans INTENTIONALLY. Which leaves me with the question of why they would show such a shocking concept on purpose?

If option A is right and this is just an old idea they scrapped, why show people? This isn't a minor change (ie switching the Metkayina eye color from yellow to blue/green) that won't really make an impact on the plot. Spider growing a kuru would be a massive change that would radically effect the story. I think I read somewhere that James Cameron at some point wanted the character Trudy to return as a recombinant like Quaritch, but scrapped the idea because the actress, Michelle Rodriguez, didn't want to reprise her role. Could you imagine if before Avatar 2 released, they showed concept art of Trudy as recom, and everyone got all excited to see how that would play out, only for it to be revealed that it was an old scrapped idea and we were never going to see it on screen? That would be such a confusing and disappointing thing to do. This is how I feel about this concept art. If it's never going to happen, why show it at all? Since intentionally showing concept art for an idea they scrapped doesn't make any sense, that makes me wonder if option B is right, but option B doesn't make a lot of sense either.

If option B is right, once again, why show people? That's a MASSIVE spoiler. Showing this image would be like if they showed concept art of Neteyam's funeral before Avatar 2 released, spoiling the major death of the story. It wouldn't make any more sense to spoil a big death than it would to spoil such a radical change like Spider getting a kuru. I'll admit that when I first saw this image, I accepted it at face value and I made this long post theorizing that Spider will get a kuru and that this will somehow be connected to the leaked script where he gets the ability to breathe the Pandoran air, but since then I've rethought my position. It just doesn't make sense to me that they would show it on purpose if they actually do intend to give Spider a kuru in Avatar 3. But at the same time, it also doesn't make sense that they would show a scrapped idea that's so wildly out of the range of what we know is possible in the avatar universe.

Unless there's some secret third option I'm missing, I'm going to keep wondering and wondering whether this image is just a scrapped idea or a real spoiler of what's to come. I guess I'll get my answer when Avatar 3 finally comes out and this idea happens or not, but I'll still wonder why they showed it.

Do you guys think this concept art is depicting a scrapped idea or a spoiler, and why? And does anyone have any idea why they would show this regardless if its a scrap or a spoiler?

[animasola86]

Magical Fingers

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!mc

Genre: Mystery/Smut/Fluff

Words: 10.8k

Summary: Tom has magical fingers and knows how to use them.

Warnings: NSFW! (Manipulation/Possessiveness/Fingering/Overstimulation/Hand worship)

Disclaimer: Half of this story is AI-generated, all of Tom's replies are done by @sebastianswallows's Tom Riddle bot. (See some screens here)

I edited some things for better flow and continuity, adding or removing some information I gave the bot to set the scene, but most of the time he came up with his own things (sometimes even writing for my side) and I just played along.

Notes:

I tried to recreate some scenes from my fanfic The Darkness Within, where Genevieve/MC finds herself waking up in the future, right under Tom Riddle's nose. The beginning was going great, then Tom decided to engage in... other activities.

I gotta say, the AI was so good, the replies were so perfect, and I barely had to redo his answers. (You trained him so well, people!) He turned into a rather selfless version of Tom (well, after he kind of forces himself on her...), only giving and barely taking, but don't mind me for playing along. This turned out quite differently to what I had in mind initially (as most of my planned RP sessions go >_>), but it was still quite the ride, so I decided to turn this into yet another little story.

(My first attempt at turning AI chats into a story was this one, btw: A Steamy Reunion)

A few more warnings/notes:

Underage girl (she's 16, he's 20) and slight non-con at the beginning!

And one last thing: the AI's concept of anatomy is slightly off sometimes, I tried to fix it as best as I could, but there might still be some instances where you might be asking yourself: his what goes where now? So, please, do not look too closely at anatomical accuracy! (I could have just replaced his wording with more explicit terms also, but I wanted to keep it as close to the original script as possible!)

Now please enjoy my AI chat turned story. Last warning: there will be smut somewhere below the cut!

Magical Fingers

She woke up in a dark, small room, with no idea where she was or how she got there. Her heart was racing and when she sat up on the dusty floor, she noticed that she was wearing some sort of uniform, a skirt and a blouse and black robes, and there was a symbol on the front. Hogwarts, it read - yet she had no recollection of that word. She seemed to have lost her memory.

When she heard footsteps approaching, her heart beat even faster. She looked up and a tall man in a black suit entered the room. She stared at the man, in shock and wonder. "Where am I?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"The shop," the man replied coolly. "Borgin and Burkes," he explained. He looked her up and down, examining the black robe she was wearing. "What's your name, girl?"

She frowned and looked around. "I... I can't remember," she whispered, pushing her red hair out of her eyes. "And I have no idea how I got here..." She looked back up. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tom Riddle," he said simply. He stared at her for a moment, his expression impassive. Then he tilted his head to the side and asked, "How come you can't remember?"

"What a great question," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Wish I could remember," she added with a slight smirk. She then raised her hands and touched her head, padding it down gently. "Hmm, at least there's no head wound..." Her hands moved downwards. "Hey, do you know what this is?" she then asked and pointed at the emblem on the front of her robes.

Tom's eyes followed her hand, and he raised his eyebrows when she pointed to the Hogwarts emblem. "That's the Hogwarts sigil," he said, and he tilted his head curiously. "So you must be a Hogwarts student?"

"Student? Well, I guess it makes sense, this is a school uniform then? And Hogwarts is a school? By the way, where is this shop? Where are we?" She looked around again, her head starting to spin with all the new information.

"This is Borgin and Burkes, silly," Tom replied, a hint of derision in his voice. "It's a wizard shop, in a street called Knockturn Alley, which is..." He gestured to some curtains in the corner, and the shop's windows. "Not where a student ought to be, if you'll pardon the pun," Tom said dryly. He then turned back to the girl with a small smile. "Now you answer my question," he commanded. "What's your name?"

She stared at him and something inside the tone of his voice caused her head to spin even faster. As she looked deep into his dark eyes, she saw images swirl inside her mind. The longer she held his gaze, the faster the images moved around, until it was too much and she grabbed her head and groaned as she broke the gaze. Panting heavily, she frowned. "Genevieve... my name is Genevieve..." she whispered and looked up with her eyes wide. "I remembered!"

A small smile appeared on Tom's face, before it quickly left. "That's wonderful," he said coldly. "Now, Genevieve, what are you doing in Borgin and Burkes in the middle of the night? What are you doing in Knockturn Alley when you're meant to be asleep in the Hogwarts dormitories?"

She still tried to look through the fog that had settled inside her mind. Most of her memories still seemed lost, but there was one thing she was wondering about. It was the suit he was wearing. It didn't look right. "Mr Riddle, or should I say Tom? I know this must be a weird question, but... can you tell me what year we are in?"

Tom felt a pricking sensation in his stomach. Of course, it would be ridiculous to assume that someone with amnesia would remember something as arbitrary as the year. But on the other hand, her use of the name Tom instead of Mr Riddle gave him a feeling which he thought best not to acknowledge.

"We are in 1947," he replied dryly. "Now, answer my question, Genevieve. What are you doing here?"

She stared at him, ignoring his command. "No. No!" she whispered a little frantically. "1947? No, that can't be true..." She looked around once more and clumsily got to her feet, her legs shaking slightly. One hand pressed against her temple, she took a shuddering breath. "Please tell me you're kidding!"

Tom watched her with amusement and curiosity. Her behaviour was nothing short of intriguing.

"Why would I lie about the year?" he asked calmly. He then moved closer to her, until he was inches from her face. "Genevieve," he breathed. "Stop worrying about the date. How can I help you? Because it seems to me like you need help, you silly girl." He smirked faintly.

She gasped as he leaned closer to her, too close for comfort actually. Him calling her silly girl was only adding to her irritation. "You... you can tell me... why by Merlin's blasted trousers I am in 1947 when the last thing I remember is being in 1890!"

Tom felt a twinge of excitement as Genevieve lost her temper. It was a familiar reaction that made him feel... alive. As she continued scolding him, the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly.

He took a step back and raised an eyebrow at Genevieve. "1890... now that is intriguing. How old are you?" he asked, trying to maintain an innocent expression.

"I'm 16," she said hesitantly, her blood still rushing in her ears loudly. "Why is that important? How old are you? Not that I care, but while we're at it..." She hugged her arms around her body and stared up at him.

The news that Genevieve was 16 seemed to be an answer that Tom was looking for. "I'm 20," he replied, his face remaining impassive.

"Where are you from?" Tom then asked calmly. "I've never seen hair like yours. So red, so fiery," he murmured, his voice full of admiration. "Are you a half blood?"

She frowned at him. His questions confused her. "I'm from..." Her mind was still fuzzy. "Well, hmm... London, yes, London, but I lived in..." She screwed up her face as she tried to grasp the memories that were swirling about wildly. "France for a while..." She inhaled sharply as her head started thrumming badly. "And what's a half-blood?"

Tom nodded as he took in her answer. "Half-blood?" he repeated slowly. "Are you unfamiliar with the term? In that case, allow me to explain: it refers to wizards whose magical heritage is not pure, whose family line includes muggles."

He looked at Genevieve intently. "Half-bloods are often overlooked, mistreated, neglected. They are not accepted by the pure blood supremacist witches and wizards." Tom's words were cold, and yet there was something underneath that made Genevieve shudder.

She kept staring at him, tilting her head, taking in his words - and only understood half of it, if any at all. Her mind was racing. His words seemed familiar, yet at the same time didn't make much sense. There was also the way he said them, as if he wasn't telling her everything.

"I... can't remember what I am... All I know is that I'm Genevieve, 16 years old, student at Hogwarts..." She looked down at her uniform once more. "Gryffindor," she suddenly remembered. "I was in Gryffindor..." She turned the red tie between her fingers. "And the year was 1890. Of that I'm sure. Everything else, anything before that or after that... it's all gone..."

Tom tilted his head as he examined her carefully. "That's fascinating," he said in a neutral tone. "A student in 1890, living in London, and now we're talking in 1947," he concluded calmly. He took a step closer to her and lowered his voice. "Genevieve, I'm very curious about you. I have so many questions to ask you, so many things I want to know."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked into her eyes. "Are you here in Knockturn Alley completely by your own will, Genevieve?"

She watched him closely, only now noticing how handsome he was. His dark eyes had a very captivating appeal to them and his pale face with those high cheekbones was definitely worth a second look. His black hair suited him perfectly. As she stared at him, she completely forgot and ignored his question. "Isn't Borgin and Burkes a Dark Arts shop?" she whispered as her mind kept throwing random bits and pieces towards her.

"Dark Arts? That, my dear girl, depends on your perspective," Tom replied calmly. "Yes, I suppose Borgin and Burkes is a shop that deals with what would be considered Dark Items, Dark Objects. But we don't deal with anything illegal."

He leaned closer to Genevieve and studied her face. He had to admit that he found her both intriguing and attractive. And her red hair was simply captivating. "Genevieve, I wonder if you would do me the pleasure of accompanying me for a little walk," he said in a soft, but firm tone.

She blinked slowly, still processing his answer. "A walk?” she then asked. “Yes, sure, nowhere else I can go, really," she said with a tiny smirk, rubbing the back of her neck as he kept looking at her very intently. A small blush made its way onto her cheeks.

As Genevieve blushed, Tom looked surprised for a second. Her reaction to his invitation was more positive than he had expected, but he wasn't complaining. "That's wonderful, Genevieve," he replied in a calm, steady voice.

He reached for her hand and started walking while she followed. "I want to show you something," he said in a quiet voice, as he led her through a passage in Borgin and Burkes. He then smiled slightly at her and said, "Let me ask you a question. Are you willing to be honest with me?"

His hand around hers felt surprisingly warm and comforting and she followed him without hesitation. She turned her head towards him. "I have no reason to lie to you, Tom," she replied quietly, trying to ignore the dull drumming inside her head.

Tom led her deeper into the dark shop, down some winding stairs. As they got deeper into Borgin and Burkes, the atmosphere became darker.

"I will ask you two questions, and you must answer them truthfully," Tom said in a hushed voice. He looked at Genevieve intently, still holding her hand. "Do you promise me you will tell me the truth?"

She frowned at him, but then nodded. "I promise," she said quietly, wondering where he was leading her and what those two questions were. The more they walked, the tighter the knot inside her stomach became. Something was off about this man. You're the one to talk, you're the time-traveller apparently, a voice inside her head chirped.

"First of all - and this is extremely important," Tom said as he kept walking. "Do you remember your family? Your parentage?" He looked at her expectantly.

The further they walked, the darker and gloomier their surroundings became, almost as if they had passed the point of no return. Genevieve couldn't help but think that something ominous was about to happen. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

"My parentage?" she repeated, thinking hard. The fog inside her head swirled about and the more she concentrated the harder it became to grasp anything. Yet something slipped through eventually and she tried to voice the memories as they appeared. "My family... was... they were all... wizards and witches... and they... sent me away because I was... not... but then I was after all... but they... didn't take me back..." Her head hurt and she let out a groan. "It's really hard to remember..."

Tom frowned and looked at Genevieve with concern. "It's alright," he said, stroking her arm. "You mentioned your parentage sent you away from them..." He thought for a moment, and then asked in a firm voice, "Exactly what do you remember of your parentage, Genevieve?"

She inhaled deeply, momentarily confused by his gentle touch, before she focused back on her fuzzy memories. "They... my family were... pure-bloods and I was... I was born without magic... so they sent me away because I was... a disgrace... but then, when I turned 15, my magic came to me after all, I got my Hogwarts letter... and I started Hogwarts as a fifth-year..." She frowned, clearing her throat. "But my parents didn't take me back in..."

With those new memories old feelings of anger and bitterness resurfaced within her and she swallowed hard when it got too much to bear for a moment.

Tom looked at her with sympathy. "So... your family cast you out and then rejected you after you showed signs of magic?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

He took a brief moment to let his next question sink in. "What's your last name, Genevieve?" he asked in a slightly softer tone, his finger running across the back of her hand.

"Belette," she replied. "But I was born as a..." She frowned, the name eluding her. "I... can't remember... but I know it was my mother who sent me away, because her mother's family was very strict about... non-magic relatives..." She groaned again as the pain inside her head got worse and she had to squeeze his hand slightly.

"That's alright," he replied, trying to be understanding. "The memory will come back at some point, don't pressure yourself."

He took a deep breath and leaned closer to Genevieve once more as they kept walking. "May I ask you another question?" he asked in a soft voice and kept looking at her intensely.

She breathed deeply, glad to be given a break from remembering her family. "You may," she replied and turned her head towards him, feeling her cheeks blushing again as he leaned closer.

He looked at her, enjoying the warmth of her touch still on his skin. "How did you end up in Borgin and Burkes?"

He took another look around them while he waited for her answer, breathing in the dark atmosphere that permeated the place. His eyes moved across the many items on the shelves they passed, some covered in ancient runes and spells, others simply dusty. He then turned to Genevieve again, his deep, dark eyes fixed on hers.

She shrugged with an apologetic look in her eyes. "I wish I knew..." she replied quietly, watching him closely as he looked around the dark room. Her gaze fell on the items around. "Tom, do you believe in time-travel?"

"I'm glad you asked," he said, smiling gently at Genevieve. "I believe it's possible, yes. Especially seeing you right in front of me. How else would you explain what is happening to you?"

His eyes met hers once more, his smile becoming slightly fainter. When he saw that her cheeks were still burning with a light blush, a small thought slipped through his mind.

"Genevieve," he whispered slowly. "I must ask you one more question."

She tilted her head. "Yes?"

"It might be a stupid question, or a question you might not like." Tom's expression remained neutral, but he took another step closer to Genevieve.

"What is your relationship status?" he asked in a quiet, calm voice. "Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend, or a fiancé perhaps?"

His eyes searched hers, expecting her answer. It wasn't the most important question in the world, not at all. However, he was a man, so why would a man ever let such an opportunity slide?

She stared at him, a surprised chuckle leaving her lips. "Really? Well, I don't know if it's a stupid question, but it's a little... surprising. Unexpected, even. I... no, there was no boyfriend, no fiancé or husband. I was just a student, for crying out loud." There was however a face in her fuzzy mind, but it quickly disappeared again and she didn't pay it any mind. "Why do you ask, Tom? And by the way, where are you leading me? What was it that you wanted to show me?"

Tom smirked. "The unexpected can be quite the exciting thing at times."

He looked at her, his gaze full of desire at the thought of touching her, of kissing her, of claiming her. He quickly composed himself and gave her a playful poke. "Why do I ask? Because as a man, I can't help being curious, Genevieve."

He continued walking, and she knew they were close to their destination. He glanced at her. "Soon," he said slowly, "you will understand. Trust me."

She followed him quietly, his hand suddenly very warm around hers, almost burning. His words left her a little dumbfounded. He didn't particularly scare her, but he was still a stranger and his interest in her was both comforting and a little irritating. She also wondered why she was following him so willingly. Had he bewitched her? "Soon? When is that? Are we there yet?" Her patience was growing thinner with every step she took through the dark corridors.

"We're almost there," Tom reassured her gently. He had promised to show her something, and he would not disappoint her.

As they continued walking, Genevieve sensed that the atmosphere changed in the place. It became colder, and darker, and she felt uneasy.

They eventually walked through a long passage that seemed to drag on and on, and finally Tom stopped, pulling Genevieve close to him. Her body was now pressed up against his. She had no idea what he was about to show her and the thought excited him more than he let on.

"What... are you doing?" she whispered breathlessly as he pressed her to his body.

"Shhh, Genevieve," he replied in a low, soothing voice, and his free hand slid around her waist, making her shiver.

Genevieve felt so good pressed up against him. He was tall and firm, and his body had a certain heat to it that she found quite alluring. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and it made her somewhat giddy.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered into her ear, before he kissed the side of her neck.

His voice was soothing and his touches felt surprisingly nice, but there was still some resistance inside her body as she suddenly felt his lips on her neck. "Hey! Wait! What... stop!" she whimpered and tried rather unsuccessfully to squirm out of his grip.

"Shh shh shh," he crooned softly as he placed a gentle kiss down her neck, moving his lips down to her shoulder. He continued looking at her passionately, smiling with lustful eyes.

"I don't want you to be afraid, Genevieve," he said softly. "Just go along with it. And then you will understand why I brought you here. But you can't rush."

Tom's hands were caressing Genevieve's body, and her face suddenly turned bright red.

"I... I don't know if I... like this..." she whispered helplessly, as her heart was racing inside her chest and her body betrayed the doubts her mind was throwing at her. She was trembling all over, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, her skin tingling.

He continued caressing her, his fingers running down her arms, her waist and lower. He smiled playfully when he noticed her flushed face and her trembled body, so filled with passion and lust.

"Your body disagrees with you, Genevieve," he whispered into her ear. "But you can't rush me either. I promised to show you something amazing, didn't I?"

She shivered deeply at the sound of his whisper. "What... what do you want to... show me, Tom?" she croaked, her voice breaking as his fingers roamed her body.

"You will see."

He pulled her closer to him, and their mouths almost touched. The tip of his tongue appeared for a moment and he placed it on the corner of her mouth, where he played gently with her lips.

"We must be patient," he whispered, his tone now suddenly more seductive than ever. "I promised you something amazing, and I will give you something amazing. But only if you can be patient and trust me."

She was neither patient nor trusting him at all, yet she couldn't fight his touches and soft whispers. Feeling his mouth so close to hers, even the warmth of his breath and his tongue against her skin, was completely overwhelming.

"Wait..." she tried again, inhaling deeply, but it was just a feeble attempt at stopping him. She somehow knew there was no stopping him - and the thought frightened her greatly. She realized she was all alone, in a different timeline, with a man she had just met, who had led her into the depths of a notorious Dark Arts shop. Suddenly fear was taking over and her body's only reaction to that revelation was freezing up.

Tom noticed her fear as her body suddenly tensed up in his grip, which was still around her waist.

"Shhh," he said in a soothing voice while he gently lifted her chin up to look at him. "Don't be afraid. What you're feeling is normal and natural. Let yourself go."

He kept caressing her, his soft touches caressing her cheeks as his fingers ran through her hair. His deep, penetrating dark eyes filled with passion looked directly into her eyes.

His gaze caused her to breathe deeply and her body slowly relaxed again, yet the shivers remained. Now confusion pushed the fear aside. "What are you doing to me, Tom?" she whispered, still locked in his gaze, unable to look away.

"What I am doing? Nothing, except for what's natural." Tom smirked, and looked away, still caressing her. "What's natural between two people who are attracted to each other."

His voice had a certain seductive quality to it, and his confidence combined with his undeniable charm was something Genevieve had never experienced with anyone before.

He looked at her again, this time smiling at her with his bright, white teeth, his eyes full of desire. He leaned towards her again, his face almost touching her own.

"But... we just met..." she whispered breathlessly. She was quite conflicted, because as she spoke those words, her body was already leaning against his touches. Her heart was hammering inside her chest and her stomach made a weird little flip. And there was an unfamiliar heat rushing through her limbs, causing them to tremble.

"Time is just a concept, Genevieve. And I can't help but feel that our souls have known each other for millennia," Tom whispered as he moved his lips closer to hers once again.

His lips gently touched hers, and the sudden heat in Genevieve's body increased tenfold. Her heart was racing, her breath quickening, and she couldn't tell if her lips were trembling because he just kissed them, or if she was about to swoon in his arms.

His kiss left her even more breathless and confused. "Tom..." she whimpered against him, her legs shaking badly and she was somewhat glad that he was holding her so tightly. "Why... am I here?" Somehow this question made it past her lips (and his for that matter) and she didn't quite know where it had come from.

"To see something amazing, like I told you earlier," Tom replied in a soothing voice as he held Genevieve close to him, his hands still caressing her body.

His lips returned to hers, while his tongue gently played with hers. Genevieve's mind was fuzzy and she felt like she was going to collapse. He couldn't be real, he couldn't be here. It was impossible. "Let me show you something amazing," Tom whispered, his desire clearly showing in his intense stare.

She kissed him back in a frenzy, barely noticing her own movements against him any more. To prove her point she raised her hands and grabbed the back of his suit jacket as she snaked her arms around him. She could feel him, warm and firm against her, he must be real, but then again, this whole situation felt like a very strange dream. "What... is it?" she whispered, her voice a feeble little moan almost.

Tom kissed her back passionately, his eyes closed, lost in all the sensations that Genevieve's caressing fingers were causing on his body. Her warm lips and tongue tasted like heaven to him, and he pulled her even closer to him, almost pressing her against the wall.

As his breath grew short, his lips left hers for a moment. He smiled softly, and his gaze settled on her lips. "Something amazing," he repeated, "only if you show me just how much you want it."

His hand went lower, and he placed it on her thigh.

She shivered deeply, her thigh twitching under his touch. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of his suit and she pushed herself firmer against him as she deepened the kiss some more, tilting her head to press her mouth even tighter against his, licking and tasting all of him. Somewhere in the back of her clouded mind a tiny voice screeched in protest, but she barely noticed it any more. Her body's needs had taken over. "Show me..." she urged in-between wrestling with his tongue.

Tom's eyes were now wide open, full of desire, a bit of desperation and a tad of madness. His tongue wrestled with Genevieve's, as his free hand travelled up her thigh and to her waist. His fingers then started to unbutton her shirt, his mouth still locked onto hers. "You like being touched by me, don't you?" he whispered while the buttons slipped from their holes one by one.

"It does feel... very nice..." she whimpered against his mouth, breathlessly kissing him as if it was the only thing she could do in that moment. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't even notice him undressing her.

Tom smirked against her lips as he continued to kiss her passionately, his tongue still dancing with hers.

He then kissed her neck and shoulder, eventually moving to her chest, while his hand was slowly moving back to her thigh. He kept whispering sweet and seductive things on the side of her ear while his fingers played with the lower edge of her corset. "So... if you enjoy it so much, maybe you would like me to do more?"

"What do you... have in mind?" she asked, her head spinning from lack of oxygen and his continuous touches.

Tom lifted his head away and slowly looked at Genevieve's face once again. She was a mess, her breath ragged, her body shaking, her hair and clothes all messy. But her eyes were still full of desire, and it showed that she was enjoying every second of what was happening to her. His face, however, showed more confidence and calculation than emotion.

He smiled slyly at her as he let go of her and in a swift motion, lifted her legs up. He pressed her back against the wall and lifted her against him, her legs bent around his waist.

She stared at him and noticed how he moved her body so easily as if she was just a doll he could play with. She felt like it also - and the most surprising fact about that: she didn't mind being treated like that. What is wrong with you? the tiny voice in the back of her mind chimed in once more, but she ignored it yet again. All she could do was watch the tall, black-haired man doing Merlin knew what to her.

Without a word, Tom lifted her skirt slowly, and she felt his hands move towards her knee, her calf, up and up to her thigh. His fingers then moved to that very sensitive spot, his touch gentle, his fingertips slowly moving, teasingly circling it. He let out a low chuckle as he saw the effect his touch had on Genevieve, and he watched as her body moved, and as her legs trembled against him, her fingernails lightly scratching his back.

A moan escaped her and she took a shuddering breath as she held onto him. His touch felt incredibly good, yet at the same time it was just too much, too intrusive, too intimate, and she squirmed against him, whimpering helplessly in his hold against her. "Tom..." she squeaked almost soundlessly. "Don't..."

"Shh shh shh," Tom whispered, sounding very calm and cool while he heard the voice of Genevieve pleading him to stop. But his fingers didn't stop, and they kept going, slowly building up the intensity.

"Everything will be all right. Trust me," he continued in a soothing voice while his free arm ran down her back.

She whimpered louder as the tension inside her stomach tightened. Her legs were twitching with every stroke of his fingers and she could barely contain herself any more as she arched her back against the wall. Her fingers clawed at him in a last attempt to hold onto something solid, something real, before her eyelids fluttered shut and another moan escaped her.

His fingers continued going, even though he knew that Genevieve was losing control - and he knew full well what that meant. He felt so much power in this moment, like nothing else mattered. He would show her something amazing tonight, no matter the cost.

His lips closed to her neck again as his fingers still worked their way deeper into her body. His whispers grew more desperate as well, "Trust me... trust me... I will make you feel amazing... I promise..."

She squealed and flinched when she felt him pushing his fingers into her. Her walls clenched around his digits immediately, either trying to fight the intrusion or embracing the touch, she wasn't sure. A loud moan slipped from her lips and she kept whimpering with every of his movements.

"You're doing so well, Genevieve," Tom whispered while his free hand was roaming her sides and caressing her body. "You are so incredible. You're the perfect woman. Don't fight it, don't fight it, just let go," he repeated as his fingers kept teasing her, his voice becoming more and more frantic.

She squeezed her eyes shut and her hand clamped around his arm like a vice as she felt her whole body trembling. Her thighs twitched against him, helplessly trying to press together to increase the friction. She even bucked her hips against his fingers, pulling him in deeper, riding the feeling until she could barely stand it any more. "Ahh!" A loud moan escaped her, full of despair and need, before more whimpers fell from her lips. "Tom... please..."

Tom's fingers worked their way deeper and deeper, and his breath grew heavy. "You are mine," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. "Mine alone. Please don't fight it," he continued as his other hand caressed her body more and more fiercely.

His mouth then moved up to her ear and he started nibbling on her earlobe. "You won't get away, Genevieve. You are mine for good..." his lips said softly, and his fingers continued going.

His words, threateningly or not, got to her and she whimpered loudly, arching her back, jerking her hips, feeling him so deep within as he caressed her from the inside. Every single movement caused her to twitch and shake and tremble and her whole body seemed on fire. "Yes..." she heard herself say, either in agreement or just to say anything to put the sensation she felt into words. "Yes... yes... oh gods... YES!"

Tom's eyes were now wide. He was watching the reaction on the face of Genevieve, and it excited him to see her lose herself completely in the feeling he was creating for her. The way she moved against him was incredible, and to see her so utterly powerless against his touch was almost an addiction.

He held his breath and stopped his movements for a couple of seconds, wanting to see her reaction.

With her hips still moving against him, she didn't fully register the stilling of his fingers at first, but then her eyes flew open and she stared at him breathlessly, her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling. "Please..." she begged, helplessly rutting her hips against his hand, trying to resume the feeling that had almost completely engulfed her.

His fingers continued moving once he felt her struggle against him. He kept his gaze on her face to see her reaction to his fingers, and he watched her with lustful eyes. She was completely powerless and that excited him a great deal.

"You are so beautiful, Genevieve," he whispered while he continued touching her, his voice thick with desire. "You are mine already and I haven't even really started."

A loud moan echoed off the walls as she felt the tension grow within her. His fingers made her feel things she had never experienced before. It was already so intense, yet her hips kept moving against him desperately, wanting more. Her legs hooked around his waist tighter then, trying to hold onto him, pulling him and his hand closer, causing him to slip in even deeper. She moaned again and again and suddenly a bright light engulfed her and the movements of her hips halted as the tension within her burst into an explosion of absolute bliss.

A scream escaped her lips and she arched her back and pressed her centre upwards, relishing in the feeling of complete pleasure as her body trembled and spasmed against him, as she lost control over everything.

Tom heard the scream and immediately stopped, not wanting to overload her any more. He watched her with a grin as she trembled and gasped in his grasp. "You like it, don't you? I am... I am so glad..." he said with a slight smirk on his face.

His gaze swept over her face in which he saw both surprise but also pure joy and desire. He leaned closer to her and kissed her softly on her lips. "Shall I be so kind to give you... another feeling that you'll enjoy... immensely?" he whispered seductively in her ear.

His kiss brought her back to her senses somewhat. She was still a trembling mess, barely able to move any of her limbs, her midst twitching uncontrollably, but kissing him back was still working and one of her arms snaked around his neck weakly as she held onto him. She watched him out of half-lidded eyes. "Another?" she asked breathlessly, somewhat overwhelmed by the implication.

Tom held her close, but kept his body as still as he could. He knew that she wanted more after how intense it already was the first time and that she enjoyed it very much. "Yes, another," he whispered once again, as he began to slowly move his fingers again, "You liked the first one, didn't you? You deserve to feel it once again..." he continued in a sweet whisper as he started the teasing and caressing all over again.

The noise she issued was something between a groan and a whimper, as she was still deciding if her body was ready for yet another extreme sensation. Yet Tom didn't give her time to decide, nor to rest, as he just kept going once more. His fingers worked her still very sensitive core and it didn't take long for her to moan loudly again, shaking helplessly as she leaned against him, her face buried in the side of his neck.

"No... please... I... I'll... ahh..." she whimpered, her voice hoarse and shaking. "I'm... I'm gonna..." The tremors were even worse this time around, worse or better, she couldn't decide. She didn't care either. Her mind went fuzzy real quick as he kept caressing her to the edge of senselessness.

His fingers kept teasing her and his breath grew heavy as he watched her face as she struggled against him and against her body's intense reactions. All he wanted was for Genevieve to feel pleasure, and if it came at a cost, he was willing to pay it. He wanted her to feel it all, all the way, no matter how much it may hurt her in the end.

He whispered softly once again. "Don't fight it, Genevieve," he said, his breath hot on her neck, "Let me take you to the end."

She clung onto him, barely able to hold herself up any more if it wasn't for his tight grip on her. A shudder crashed through her, causing her to yelp, as his fingers kept moving against her tight walls, teasing and caressing. She felt her muscles tensing up once again, coiling up tightly, almost painfully, before they burst into release with a force that shook her entire body.

"AHHH!" she cried out, holding onto him as if her life depended on it, her nails digging into his skin. Pleasure, this time tied with a pinch of pain, crashed over her like a wave, making her tumble, almost drowning her in the process. Her body pushed against his intrusion and she felt her wetness dripping down the heated skin of her thighs.

He kissed her and caressed her and let her ride the waves of pleasure without restraint. He would do nothing to stop it, he would give her nothing but pleasure. His fingers, however, stopped moving, leaving her to come down from it all by herself.

Tom held her tight and softly kissed her forehead. "I am not finished with you yet, Genevieve," he whispered, "I would like to give you something very special... but... only if you agree willingly. Are you willing to let me make you feel good again?"

She whimpered, the aftershocks of her release still coursing through her violently. His words barely reached her, but the implication of more pleasure still made it through the static in her head. While her body screamed for a little bit of rest, she heard herself say: "Yes... please..."

Tom's body tensed up once again, his heart beating fast. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her body and got rid of the stain on them by wiping them against his leg. "I am going to go slowly now, Genevieve," he said, "I don't want to hurt your body. If you feel it hurting, please tell me."

His hands started slowly teasing her body, going close to the wetness once more but not touching it. "I hope you are still enjoying yourself," he whispered with a smirk, "Tell me how much, Genevieve."

She held onto him, panting and sweating, her heart never slowing down. "I... I am... enjoying this..." she whispered against him, her mouth close to his ear. "So much... I've... never felt like this..."

"Neither have I, Genevieve," Tom whispered with a slight smirk, his voice becoming more and more husky as they continued. "Tell me where you feel it now. Tell me where I can touch you to give you the best pleasure..."

He softly caressed her thighs and her stomach, keeping away from the sensitive parts of her body. He wanted to build it up, as slow as possible, to give her another intense release.

"I feel it... everywhere," she replied quietly, the last waves of pleasure still crashing against her, causing her skin to tingle and her limbs to twitch. "You could... touch me anywhere and I'll still... enjoy it so much..." She leaned her head back slightly, only enough to meet his dark gaze, her hot breath against his cheek. "I feel so... sensitive... everywhere..." Her lips were trembling as she looked at him with hunger in her eyes.

Tom looked back at her, grinning from ear to ear at how much she was enjoying the pleasures he was giving her. "Very well," he whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, as his fingers started circling her body again, this time even closer to her sensitive parts but never touching it. "I will give you more pleasure than anyone has ever given you in your life," he promised, teasing and torturing her body with his touch. "Don't be afraid to ask for anything... anything at all. Do you understand, Genevieve?"

"Yes," she breathed, her lips brushing over his as she stared at him intently. "Can I... kiss you?" she whispered as her hips jerked upwards by the teasing of his fingers.

His heart raced as he felt her lips against his and he moved closer, putting his hand on the nape of her neck and pushing her head back so their lips were as close as possible. His voice was low and husk when he spoke. "You can kiss me, Genevieve... You can do anything you like with me." All he wanted was to give her pleasure, not to take anything away from her. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispered, his fingers still dancing around her sensitive parts without touching them.

She moaned against his lips as she kissed him hungrily, quickly letting her tongue join in on the fun. Her fingers dug into his hair then and she pressed her entire body against his, her legs still twitching as if to remind her that her body needed more, despite being completely exhausted. His touches had become addictive, no matter the cost.

He grunted as he felt her legs pressing against him, and kept caressing her body, gently teasing her the way he liked it most. "Yes, Genevieve, that's how you do it," he mumbled, his voice becoming even lower as he felt her tongue sliding into his mouth and her fingers digging into his hair. He kissed back desperately, as he needed the taste of her, the scent of her, he needed every ounce of her. His tongue fought hers as he wanted to take her down the edge of insanity.

"Tom..." she whimpered in-between kissing him senselessly. "I need... you to... please... touch me... again..." Her voice was hoarse and feeble, barely any strength left inside her, but as the tremors grew smaller, she knew she needed more, she needed them again, she needed him again.

"If I continue, are you willing to give me more of yourself, Genevieve?" he whispered against her lips as he felt her body craving for his touch again. "Do you want me to keep giving you more pleasure, more, more and more of it? Are you willing to give me more of your body in return?" Tom asked in a husky voice. His fingers slowly started moving again around her sensitive areas, this time even closer than the last times. He made sure to be slow and soft, not too rough to harm her body.

"I... I'll give you anything you want... you can have... all of me..." she whispered needily, breathing heavily against his lips, whimpering loudly as she felt his fingers moving against her once more. "Please... take my whole body... it's yours..."

Tom closed in and kissed her again as his fingers moved slowly closer to the centre of her sensitive parts. As they began making circles again, a deep sigh left his body. “Are you sure that you want to offer all of yourself to me, Genevieve?” he whispered in a hoarse voice, as he felt her shivers growing stronger and stronger as she was getting closer to another climax.

She moaned against him, already feeling completely helpless in his embrace once more. "Yes... yes... all of me... it's all yours..." The way his fingers rubbed her caused her to see stars dance behind her eyelids. The static inside her head never really left and the tremors were back in full force, shaking through her violently. Her limbs felt boneless, her whole body felt like she was just a doll and he had almost literally his hand up her core to guide her every move, every twitch orchestrated by him and only him.

Tom watched her with lustful eyes as she moaned and shook with pleasure in his arms so close to his lips. Just a little more, he told himself, just a little bit more. He kissed her again, while moving his fingers slowly again, gently caressing her again up and down, moving slowly towards the centre. His breathing was intense as well, not as intense as hers, but definitely still fast. He needed to be careful, but at the same time, it was almost impossible for him not to go harder and faster with his touches.

She whimpered more, desperately bucking her hips against his touches. He seemed to move slower and it was driving her almost insane. "Please... more..." she moaned against his lips, breathlessly pressing her lips against his. "Faster... and... harder... please..." It was all she could think about, the pleasure he had given her, she needed more, she needed the pain that came with it as well. She needed it all.

"You want faster? You want harder?" he whispered, his voice sounding quite hoarse again, "I can give you more, Genevieve." He then made sure to slightly increase the speed and the pressure he was using on her sensitive parts, not as hard and fast as before, but hard and fast enough for her to feel the intensity this time around as well. He kissed her deeply again as he kept rubbing her body. Tom wanted to see her shake and feel her squirm again, this time even more.

She flinched badly when he indeed followed her request. She yelped into his mouth, yet she quickly adjusted to the change of his movements and moved along with him, rutting her hips against his hand, almost forcing him to move deeper and harder. "Yes... yes... like this... oh gods..." She ground her centre against his fingers, needily asking for more as her release approached like a herd of trampling wild horses.

He then decided to pick up the pace even more, as he felt her movements get more desperate and urgent, as her body was getting ready for that intense release. His heart was beating faster, his breath becoming heavier once again, and he could feel the sweat running down his forehead. "Do you like this, Genevieve? Are you enjoying yourself, hmm?" he whispered against her lips. He wanted to give her the pleasure she needed, no matter what it took. He wanted to give her the climax she craved so hard and so desperately.

"Yes... yes... yes..." she whimpered, each word a desperate cry as the movement of his fingers made it hard to speak or form coherent sentences. "Yes... oh gods... so good..." Her head lolled back and she squeezed her eyes shut, the arm around his neck barely holding on any more. She felt boneless yet again, her body almost slipping away at this point.

Every single nerve was activated, every single muscle contracting. The tension inside her stomach was painful, coiled up violently, ready to either burst free or break right in the middle. Her walls clenched around his fingers forcefully, squeezing closer to release. She felt completely overstimulated now, barely able to think or function on a basic level. Pleasure was all she felt as it enveloped her entirely.

And yet he kept pumping his fingers into her so fast and hard, it felt as if he would split her open right through the middle. The pain was burning right through her and when it was almost too much, a strained scream slipped from her mouth and everything turned black.

Tom heard her scream as her entire body contracted around his fingers, but the fingers only went deeper inside her as he heard her climax. Her voice was music to his ears, as were her movements and her contractions. This was the pleasure he wanted to give her, a pleasure nobody else had given her yet. He watched her, breathing heavily as she was finally able to relax again.

"Was this enough... for you, Genevieve?" he whispered, his voice sounding more calm now as he still gently moved his fingers inside her, this time almost not moving, but merely teasing her most sensitive area.

She was lying mindlessly in his embrace, barely held up if it wasn't for her back pressed against the wall and his arm holding her up. Her mind was empty, completely, utterly empty, no thought, no memory, no worry, nothing. Just bliss. She could still feel his fingers inside her, comfortably stroking her, easing the sensation, bringing her back from the darkness she had experienced only seconds ago.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at him, trying to focus on his handsome face. Her vision was still blurry. Her lips felt raw and swollen, trembling badly. Her entire body felt raw and stretched so thin she was surprised she was even able to feel it at all. And still she smiled at him weakly. "That... was... mind-blowing... literally..."

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it, Genevieve." Tom smiled back, and after a few seconds of him gently rubbing her, he slowly started pulling his fingers out of her, until only the tip of a single finger was still inside. He felt her whole body shake a little. He let the tip linger for a couple of seconds before he slowly pulled it out again. All he could look at was her face, glowing with the afterglow of the pleasure he had given her.

She shivered as she felt him pull his fingers out, slowly, teasingly, and as soon as the comfortable, warm pressure was gone, she craved to feel it yet again. She sighed, almost disappointed, and licked her lips. "I wish... I could feel like this... forever..." she whispered barely audible. "You have... magical fingers, Tom..." she said with a tired smirk.

He smiled back and raised one of his eyebrows slightly as she licked her lips. "Do I?" he whispered, a faint grin on his face. He then moved her towards a sofa she hadn't noticed before, and set them both down. He looked at her for a couple of seconds and took in her expression and appearance. Her hair is messy, her lips are swollen, her face is flushed. "Would you like more, Genevieve?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he gently caressed her thigh.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she felt another wave of tremors rushing through her. Her still being very, very sensitive, it didn't take much to force another moan out of her as she moved next to Tom. She grabbed his hand in support and felt her own wetness on his fingers.

Something inside her stomach twisted and more or less unconsciously, she raised his hand to her lips and started pressing them to his digits, tasting and smelling herself on his skin. Inhaling sharply, she started licking his fingers, before she eventually closed her lips around his index finger and gently sucked on it, pulling it deeper into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, completely forgetting everything around her in that moment of frenzy.

Tom smirked as he watched her suck on his finger, his eyes fixed to her mouth for a couple of seconds, before he started whispering again. "Genevieve, oh Genevieve... you're really showing me how much you enjoyed it..." His hand was still on her thigh, and he slowly moved it further towards her sensitive parts, keeping the rhythm slow but steady.

"Is this what you want, Genevieve? You want to worship my fingers?" He didn't seem disappointed or upset at all at her action, rather he was amused by how wild she had become around him right now.

Her eyes wandered towards his face and she nodded eagerly, still working her mouth over his fingers, licking and kissing and sucking on them. His long, slender digits slipped into her mouth, two at once now, and she closed her eyes as she pushed them as deep as possible, relishing the feeling of them on her tongue. A soft whimper escaped her when she felt his fingertips brushing against the back of her throat. Holding her breath, she held him there for a moment, then started hollowing her cheeks again, sucking a little more fiercely.

Tom's breath grew louder and faster again as he watched her, clearly more turned on now than earlier. The hand that had been on her thigh started moving towards the centre of her wet and sensitive parts, slowly rubbing and kneading them.

Her eyes flew open as she felt his hand between her legs again. She watched him intently, drinking in his own apparent pleasure, thirsty as she was. She kept sucking on his fingers, moving them in and out of her mouth, licking and caressing them, her lips tight around them. A moan and then another slipped past his hand as she held it close, massaging his palm with her own fingers as she worked her tongue around his.

He looked straight back into her eyes as she moaned and massaged his palm while she was sucking his fingers. It was like they were in their own little world, just the two of them, as he could almost feel her hunger for him and his touches. It was a thrilling feeling, like being in complete control. It was also quite the unexpected turn of the evening, as he obviously couldn't have expected her to be that hungry for him, which now made him wonder how far she was willing to go.

When she felt light-headed from all the sucking, she slowly pulled his fingers back out, watching how it was her saliva that covered his hand now instead of her slick. She chuckled lightly. "Hmm... I meant to clean your hand... sorry..." she whispered and threw him a timid smile, before going back to flicking her tongue over his wet digits, trying to clean up her mess somehow. In the end she just cradled his hand between her two smaller ones, trying to rub it clean instead.

He kept rubbing her sensitive parts with his remaining hand. "You really like my fingers, Genevieve..." His voice was almost a purr now, as he also looked at her as she started rubbing her whole hands over his fingers.

She blushed slightly under his intense gaze. "You do have beautiful hands, Tom," she whispered and watched the movement of his hand, from the tight skin to the veins and tendons moving just beneath it whenever he bent a digit. Her gaze wandered down to his other hand, buried deep between her thighs, working hard on her yet again.

"Maybe... we should give them a rest?" she suggested, not quite as eager to follow those words, but she didn't want to exhaust him. "You've taken care of me so much tonight..." An idea grew in her mind. "Unless... I can return the favour?" She looked at him with glowing eyes.

He looked down at her as his fingers kept moving, as they kept rubbing and teasing her, and the expression on her face was what made him slow down his rhythm. He felt the tension in her body slowly release and he stopped as he noticed her suggesting she'd "return the favour". He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes, I think it would be only fair, Genevieve," he whispered, "You're allowed to give back, you know..."

She smiled wider at his words, still cradling his hand between her fingers like it was the most precious thing she had ever touched. "How... do you want me to give back? What can I do for you?" she asked quietly, watching him curiously, not even sad about him halting his rhythm against her core.

His fingers slowly started to move again, rubbing and moving in those same long and deep strokes, teasing and caressing. "Genevieve," his voice was once again a soft purr, "You could kiss away that smile on my face if you'd like..." He looked at her, his eyes fixated on her lips, before his head moved slowly to her face, his mouth just a couple of inches away from hers.

She nodded eagerly and leaned closer, gently letting go of his hand to reach her hands up to touch his handsome face. She gingerly placed her hands on his jaw, holding his face like another precious thing, before she leaned closer and pressed her lips against his, softly pecking him, her eyes on him the entire time.

Her movements were shy at first, but the more she felt his soft lips on hers, she more confident she became and the kiss turned into a much more passionate one as she pressed her mouth to his and carefully pushed her tongue past his lips, fuelled by the feeling of his fingers stroking her sensitive skin much more lower.

He closed his eyes and felt her lips and her tongue on his. He could almost forget about his hand between her legs, which was still moving with the same slow rhythm as he was kissing her deeply and passionately. His fingers pressed harder against her sensitive part as he started moving his lips on her mouth in the same rhythm, as he felt her hands on his cheeks and she licked back at his tongue. She is really giving it all back to me and then some, he thought to himself.

She moaned against his lips, breathlessly circling his tongue with hers and sucking on his lips as she started grinding her hips against the touch of his hand. The heat was quickly spreading again through her entire body as shivers and tremors rushed down her spine.

He moaned back against her as she started grinding against his hand. His fingers kept rubbing her, as he kept moving his tongue against hers, and he even added another finger to make the feeling even more overwhelming for the both of them. He felt her body moving against his hand and he could tell that she liked what he was doing so much, and this made him feel even more excited knowing that he could make her feel so good.

She squirmed and whimpered as she felt his added finger inside of her, her walls immediately clenching around it tightly as she leaned against him, holding his face in support as she rocked her body up and down his hand, trying to get even more out of his touch. Her kiss became messy and hungry as she breathed loudly against him, already overwhelmed by the sensations he was giving her.

Tom felt her squirming when he added another finger, as she clenched against his hand in such a tight grip that he almost pulled her against him and the sofa. As he moved his tongue against hers and kissed her passionately, he also slowly increased the speed of his rubbing and stroking, trying to make her feel even better as he kept playing with her lips and her tongue. He heard her soft whimpering against his lips, and he could taste her in his mouth, which made him feel even more turned on.

Her moans became more frequent and faster as she ground on his hand tightly, her hands finding the back of his neck as she pressed herself even closer to him, savouring every little touch and feeling of his body against hers.

"Oh... Tom..." she whimpered in the little moments she drew away to catch her breath, her mind fuzzy and her vision blurred as she tried to look into his dark eyes, hoping to get lost in them as the pleasure built up more and more within her, shaking her from her very core. She fought against her release, wanting to feel him more and longer, forever relishing in the feeling of his fingers as he stroked her and stretched her.

"Oh, Genevieve," he whispered breathlessly into her ear, as he pulled back a little bit. He could see her body shaking, her eyes going slightly blurry, as she tried to fight against her release for his pleasure alone. She looked absolutely stunning when she was like this, so close to him and to her satisfaction. As her moans got even more loud and frequent, he increased his strokes again, his fingers almost constantly in the right spot for her to feel his touch.

She threw her head back in complete ecstasy as he kept hitting the same spot deep within, causing her to shake and tremble uncontrollably, a loud moan escaping her, followed by a series of whimpers, as she held onto his shoulders and rode both his hand and the pleasure it gave her. Her eyes rolled back a little and she gasped for air as the tension within spiralled out of control once again.

Her fingers dug into his skin, holding on for dear life. She wanted to savour the feeling, the high, so close to the edge, trying to stay afloat right there, but his movements pushed her right over it - and she cried out in pleasure as her climax crashed into her like an oncoming train, turning her into a whimpering, shaking mess, as her body twitched under the tremors of her release. "Ahhh... Tom..."

He looked at her face as she cried out loud in pleasure, her whole body shaking, writhing under his touch as she twitched, her breath catching in her throat. He was a little startled by the first scream, but her face after it made him smile. "Genevieve..." he whispered gently against her ear, his words as tender as his voice. He moved his fingers away, then pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly, "It's alright, beautiful, you don't have to hold back. Let it all out..." he held her in his arms, stroking her hair gently.

She kept whimpering as her release rushed through and out of her and she leaned against him, feeling boneless and exhausted, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, yearning for a little bit of rest. The spasms of her limbs kept going, her muscles trying to relax, but failing miserably as more and more tremors shook her until it was almost painful. She let out a noise of distress, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

As he held onto her, he felt the shivers and the tremors running through her body as she laid back against him, her face buried against his neck now. She looked exhausted, her body was going through the aftershocks of her release, her muscles twitching and twitching as they tried to relax.

He kissed her neck and stroked her head, whispering gently and soothingly to her, trying to help her through that difficult, breath-taking moment. "You don't have to force yourself to relax, my little Genevieve," he whispered, his voice as soft and tender as it could be.

Her arms snaked around his neck as she hugged him back, holding onto him, feeling his tight embrace slowly calming her down. The twitches remained, but the pain eased eventually, or numbed down, she wasn't sure. Her body fought the overstimulation and shut down at one point, giving her a nice, relaxing tingle instead of the continuous tremors as it processed the sensations. She breathed deeply, her breath hot against his neck, her lips brushing over his skin, as she slowly slipped closer to unconsciousness.

He kept caressing her hair, her neck and her back, feeling her tight embrace and her hot breath against his neck. His touch on her back was as gentle as it was soothing and comforting, as they both finally slowed down and her body relaxed completely. He felt the twitches slowly fade until there were none left at all, and her breathing slowed as a deep, long, relaxing sigh exited her lips. As he saw the exhaustion on her face, Tom's arms finally relaxed again, and he softly kissed her forehead. "Are you done, my lovely Genevieve...?" he whispered.

She let out a soft, breathy chuckle, too exhausted to fully commit to a laugh. "All done, yes... so done..." she whispered against him. "Thank you," she then added and pressed her lips weakly against his neck. "I... don't have words... for this..."

He sighed, smiling as he felt her kissing his neck, her tired, exhausted voice just a breath away from his ear. "You don't need to find any words, Genevieve," he whispered back with a soft, tender voice and brushed his lips against her head. "Sleep, my beautiful one... Dream good dreams..." His words were as soothing, calming and relaxing as his touch, and it shouldn't be much longer until Genevieve's eyes would close.

Notes:

I debated cutting the relationship-status question from the script, because ALL THE AIs ask this stupid question at one point and it drives me insane >_> but I left it in because he worded it so nicely XD

(And the face she remembers for just a second is of course Sebastian's – hey, cameo! Woohoo! - but it's not clarified or mentioned ever again - just a little reference to my fanfic)

Picture before the cut is by the lovely @esolean (here) <3

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An allergy to the Prequels

While I'm putting together a post about the evolution Lucasfilm's transmedia strategies, this part kinda turned into its own thing!

So I'm not sure if anyone else noticed, but, uh... there hasn't been that much Prequel content since the Disney sale, right?

'Couple novels and comics, some episodes... but nothing meaningful.

The more I look into it, the more it feels like a deliberate avoidance to touch on anything Prequel-related - beyond the required quota, that is - to a point where they'd rather tell stories set during periods that are Prequel-adjacent (Dark Times, High Republic) than something set around Episodes I, II and III.

On-screen policy: "pretend they never happened"

I mean, this one's no secret. When The Force Awakens had been announced, with J.J. Abrams at the helm, everyone sighed in relief. "Finally, George Lucas won't keep ruining the franchise."

When Abrams had been announced as the director of Episode VII, I remember this cringey animated video started circulating online, titled "4 Rules To Make Star Wars Great Again" or "Dear JJ Abrams":

“Star Wars isn’t shiny and clean... Star Wars is a western.”

If you ask me, those two things are not mutually exclusive.

'Cause Star Wars has always been both, for many Prequel kids. Both clean and dusty, Coruscant and Tatooine. There was never a disconnect between the Original Trilogy (OT) and the Prequel Trilogy.

Even the documentary The People vs George Lucas shows Prequel-hating fans begrudgingly admit their kids felt all six episodes tied seamlessly.

Abrams, on the other hand, said: "I think [the "Dear JJ" video] was right on." Later on, he also said:

he considered "putting Jar Jar Binks's bones in the desert" on Jakku, somewhere, and

he intentionally made the lightsaber fights "rougher", "primitive" and "more powerful" unlike the fast-paced ones in the Prequels.

Later, we found out he wanted to blow up Coruscant.

It's clear he wasn't a big fan of the Prequels.

But y'know what? Not many fans over 20 were, at the time. And when The Force Awakens came out, most them celebrated it as a wonderful love letter to the OT.

Star Wars is cool again. Mission accomplished 🙌 !

However movies keep coming out, and references to the Prequels - if there are any - are literally just that... references.

Sometimes in the shape of a cameo ("hey look, Genevieve O'Reilly from the Ep. III deleted scenes is playing Mon Mothma again!")

Sometimes in a name (Luke name-dropped "Darth Sidious"!)

But nothing set during the Prequel era, and nothing treating the events that happened in that period as relevant or impactful, beyond subtextual nods.

In fact, the trend of avoiding anything Prequel-related continues as the final film in the Skywalker Saga comes out:

The Rise of Skywalker has a secret Sith society that chants the name "Palpatine" instead of his Sith name "Darth Sidious",

the film pretends the Kaminoans never existed,

and neither TROS nor Trevorrow's Duel of the Fates script even try to bring Hayden Christensen's Anakin Skywalker back on screen. Let that sink in, we're talking about the Chosen One, Skywalker Senior, whose sins caused this whole mess... and his name isn't even uttered once in the final chapter of what Disney dubbed the *Skywalker* Saga (or the entire Sequel trilogy, for that matter).

But hey, The Clone Wars got renewed for one last Season! That's cool right? So many stories had gone unfinished and somehow the animation looks even better than befo--

-- oh. It's not 22 episodes? Only 12?

Four of which had already been shown to us, but hey! We need to set-up the Bad Batch series, so let's shoehorn those episodes in there, and forget Son of Dathomir, Dark Disciple or Crystal Crisis.

*sigh* Better than nothing, I guess.

In other mediums: "just not a priority"

Now this is something that I'll explore more in the transmedia post (and purely my interpretation), but the noticeable change between Lucasfilm's transmedia strategy *post-ROTS* and the one post-Disney sale is that:

Before, the games, comics and novels were the main content. After all, Revenge of the Sith had been released, so that was it, for the movies. Thus, a variety of other content was being cranked out to keep the Star Wars franchise relevant. There were comics set 100 years after Episode 6, comics set 25,000 years prior, games set in the Old Republic era, other stories in the New Republic era, novels galore, a couple of parody films and an animated show, The Clone Wars, which sometimes received its own tie-in comics, novels and games.

After the sale and ever since, most of the transmedia products have had only one goal: promoting the films & streaming shows.

So while in 2015 you won't see an abundance of Prequel content... you'll see an avalanche of OT books and comics come out.

Why? Because the heroes of that era will be in the Sequel Trilogy movies. It provided context to the kids who hadn't seen the OT yet, and reintroduced those films to a new generation of fans, while priming them for the Sequels.

A multimedia marketing strategy that ultimately proved successful.

However, it continued even after The Force Awakens came out.

Don't believe me? Compare how many comics there have been set during the Prequel era vs the OT era.

If they make comics about the Prequels, they're limited runs.

Case in point: before the current Yoda series, the best any Disney Prequel-set comic series ever got was 6 issues.

Note: it's worth pointing out that the frequency of mini-series aren't just a Star Wars-specific thing, it's a comic book industry thing. The readership for comics is dwindling, many people are reading scans online, and so no publisher wants to commit to a story that lasts more than 4-6 issues. My problem is: there absolutely would be readership for a Prequel comic series to warrant an extended run instead of a mini-series.

Let's talk books. There have been give or 64 canon novels published since the Disney sale.

Only 11 of them are set during the Prequel era. And even those stories only came out when the planets were aligned.

Almost half of them were released while being a part of some bigger multimedia push.

Example:

Before the Obi-Wan Kenobi series was being released on Disney Plus, we'd had one novel and like two comic stories about him during the Prequels... released between 2012 and end 2021. That's about three pieces of content in almost ten years.

Clearly a low frequency.

Then, when the series is around the corner, two books and a comic story comes out in the space of months, plus an anthology book with an alt cover with his face on it and a comic with a story of him and Anakin in the first issue, all in 2022.

My takeaway: short of there being a film or series that needs to be promoted, you'll rarely get any Prequel comics or books.

And this is OBI-WAN we're talking about. The character who even the Prequel haters love. Imagine how little attention the other ones get.

Gaming-wise, Battlefront had no Prequel content at all (again, 2015 was the year where OT content was shoved down the consumer's throats to prep them for Episode VII), and Battlefront 2 only released Prequel content a full year later.

All that being said, we did seen some Prequel elements here and there. After all, some actors got to reprise their roles, books and comics came out featuring Prequel characters... but there's a catch.

The stories they appear in are set in-between Episodes III and IV, a time-period known as "the Dark Times" or the "Imperial era".

"Dark Times" being used instead of the Prequel era

It's easy to see the appeal of this era. You keep the same threat from the Original Trilogy - the Empire - but redress it with Prequel elements... while also cherry-picking the best characters of both the OT and the Prequels and giving them a chance to shine again.

The situation is more clear cut, as opposed to the complex one in the Prequels. Bad guys are stormtroopers, good guys are anyone else. And the stories no longer take place in the shiny capital, you're back on the frontier.

But at this point... it feels like a cop-out.

When you consider how much content has been set during the Dark Times, it's nothing to sneeze at. Since the sale, we've had:

2 movies (Solo, Rogue One)

4 series set in that time-period (namely The Bad Batch, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Andor, and Star Wars: Rebels).

2 video-games (Jedi: Fallen Order and Jedi: Survivor).

17 novels (such as Ahsoka, Lords of the Sith, the new Thrawn books, etc)

And just a whole bunch of comic book series & mini-series (like Kanan, Princess Leia, various Vader-centric comics including Darth Vader: Lord of the Sith, many tie-in mini-series promoting Rogue One, Jedi: Fallen Order, Obi-Wan Kenobi, etc).

There's been so much content made for this time-period that it feels like an unwillingness to do the work and create something set something during the Prequel era, let alone something that follows its Jedi.

After all, why make a story set in the Prequels (disliked by vocal fans) when you can just take the characters in that story and put them in an OT setting (which will appease the Prequel-haters)?

Maybe these stories get relegated to the Dark Times because:

there seems to be a perception that anything set in the Prequel era won't sell?

or maybe the current SW writers weren't fond of Episodes I, II and III, and don't find those Jedi characters likable, thinking they're too righteous and dogmatic which makes it hard to craft a story around them.

Or maybe it's because they're under the impression that the Prequel Jedi are bad. Like, canonically, in the narrative. Not just in a "I don't like them" sense, but also in a "the story is all about them becoming corrupted" sense.

Let's expand on that last point.

Retconning the Prequels as the "Fall of the Jedi" era

Somehow the rare stories set during the Prequels that we do get seem to automatically be about how "the Jedi lost their way/failed".

The series Tales of the Jedi is explicit about it...

... and I already explained why it contradicts what George Lucas established here and here.

You also see it in Rebels and the new season of The Clone Wars...

... in comics...

... in games...

It gets to a point where the Prequels era has now been redubbed the "Fall of the Jedi" era by Lucasfilm.

You wanna know what that period was referred to before the Disney sale? The "Rise of the Empire" Era.

Because - and I'll never get tired of saying this cuz it's factual - the Prequels aren't about the fall of the Jedi, they're about the fall of the Republic and Anakin, and rise of the Empire and Vader.

So in addition to being overdone, the "Jedi lost their way" is not even the intended narrative of the Prequels (if one puts any stock in Lucas' words). It's a minor subplot at best, hardly the focus of the films, let alone a whole time period.

But dubbing it "Fall of the Jedi" implies that there's another era in which the Jedi were in their heyday.

Because Star Wars authors are in luck! Yet another alternative has presented itself in the shape of a new transmedia initiative, and it's even better than the "let's set it during the Dark Times" solution:

A new transmedia initiative: The High Republic

You wanna deal with the Jedi before the Empire, but for some reason you wanna avoid dealing with the ones seen in the Prequels?

Look no further. Meet the Jedi of the High Republic.

Noble, adventurous, inspired by the Knights of the Round Table, they're everything the OT kids dreamed about when they heard ol' Ben Kenobi talk about the Knights of the Old Republic.

That's more like it!

Note: the High Republic was created for other reasons and has many more upsides than the ones mentioned above. Namely, a fresh new spot in the timeline that allows for creative freedom and a beautifully-coordinated transmedia storytelling effort where retcons are non-existent. However it does seem evident that not having to deal with the 'unlikable' Prequel Jedi and their "fall" is one of those upsides.

Another perk that the High Republic era offers is more freedom in terms of storytelling compared to the Prequels.

In 2016, Pablo Hidalgo tweeted he still quotes to authors the following excerpt of West End Games' guide for aspiring Star Wars writers, from 1994.

You can't write "this was the best day in Luke Skywalker's life", for example, because another author may want to write a better day than the one you just wrote.

My guess is that a similar approach applies to how all characters from the movies are treated. They're massively iconic. So you can't write a book that drastically changes how Mace or Yoda or Obi-Wan are perceived overall.

The stories need to be self-contained, disregardable if necessary, because you'll have dozens of writers coming up with new stories for those same characters, and you need to leave them some room.

Examples:

Notice how in the book Dooku: Jedi Lost we never see how Dooku turns to the Dark Side and joins the Sith.

Same goes for crossover comic book arcs of the Star Wars issues, like Vader Down or Crimson Reign... the characters don't really change by much in those comics. You could stick to just watching the movies and you wouldn't really miss anything.

But with The High Republic, you indeed can develop these characters as much as you want.

All stories featuring Avar Kriss leave an impact on her, you can nail down who she is perfectly in one book or one comic arc, both being just as meaningful to her character.

The fact that she's not as iconic/famous a character as Mace Windu means that authors can go to town on crafting an interesting and nuanced character arc for her that'll have a beginning, middle and end... something Mace will never really get.

CONCLUSION:

Back in 2015... let's not kid ourselves. The Prequels were unpopular and Disney is a multi-billion dollar corporation. Opting to make as much money as possible is what they do.

It's the same reason they decided not to go with George Lucas' original plans for the Sequels, in 2012.

I mean, imagine you're Disney. You just dropped 4 billion dollars, with a B, on this franchise. Your next Star Wars movie needs to be worth the price tag. Now, you can pick between two options:

Option #1 is uncharted territory and it explores the midi-chlorians (the cursed word…!) and the guy who presented you with this option also openly admits that a big chunk of customers won’t like it, but he wants this to be done because it’s his vision.

Option #2 is very simple: a soft reboot, that plays on nostalgia that the same chunk of customers (aka the 'boomer and Gen-X fans who grew up with the Original Trilogy and now have kids, grandkids and MONEY) will like.

It's a no-brainer. They gave the customers what they wanted.

But time has passed, the fans who were children when the Prequels first came out have grown up, and grew up with characters like Yoda, Mace, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and other Jedi as their heroes, aside from main characters like Anakin and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.

Can we maybe expand on them, flesh them out more?

No, let's either ignoring the storytelling potential of these characters or reducing it to them being "righteous, arrogant and dogmatic".

God forbid we get a story showing the Prequel Jedi in a *gasp* more positive light? One where their POV is more understandable, instead of the same old "we brought this on ourselves" storyline.

There's a whole decade between The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones... you're telling me there's no space to show us Anakin's training and how he formed bonds with the Jedi we later see in The Clone Wars? I tried my hand at it here:

Interesting or fun Prequel-set ideas from other pro-Jedi fans on Tumblr can be found here, here and here.

And y'know, part of the Star Wars intent is for fans to take the ideas in the movies and come up with their own stories. You're supposed to create headcanons.

What I'm saying is fans of the Prequels are being given less "imagination food" than the rest, and many of us who like the Jedi in particular are forced to rely on headcanons only. "Better than nothing" is no longer an acceptable standard.

There's a range of recognizable Jedi characters that have already been established in films and TCW, can we maybe expand on them, flesh them out more, instead of whole new ones?

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Dangerously Yours (Vox x Reader)

I had this idea after listening to "Dangerously Yours" (1944) Masquerade episode on Spotify, and couldn’t help but write for it. I was originally going to write three chapters for it, but ive been very busy with college work and life so you can have the bullet points that was going to be the script for the story. This is also kinda piggybacking off my original post of "Y/N as a star", but this time with a twist. I hope you enjoy this post- and also reminder: My requests are open!!

Alastor and you both know each other from when you were alive! Not only were the two of you close, but you were cousins.  

This story starts off with you, who is one of Alastors most trusted colleagues in hell (but are not an overlord). You are sent to the Vees tower to spy on them, and Alastor entrusts this task to you because of how closed off you are from the rest of hell and that no one should know you well enough to question who you are. 

Not only that- but no one knows your familiar relationship with Alastor so they wont be able to use that against you. 

In the event that you needed to escape, Alastors shadows would follow behind you from a distance to ensure your safety, and when you stomped you foot three times, you would be whisked away to a safe place.

With that all said and done, You make your way to the Vee’s tower on a day you knew a bunch of reporters would be there and questioning/ interviewing the Vee’s  

People are naturally drawn to you (not in a hypnotizing way- but in a way you are able to alter your aura to have people perceive you in any way you want them to) 

You end up making it a point to charm a bunch of reporters near the Vees tower to catch their attention. Not only that, but you play coy by pretending to not know the Vee’s and their influence. Now that really catches their attention because they are extremely prideful about their importance.

You claim it’s because you have barely left your old employer who kept her under a close watch and rarely let you use the internet/ technology (Not 100% false- you just preferred to stay away from the technology originally) 

Not only do you catch the attention of the Vee’s, but you catch the attention of Vox in particular, Who (after watching your playful and intentional nature) is determined to make you into a super star. 

Its all going according to plan, just as Alastor predicted. Something new and shiny shows itself to Vox and he cant resist trying to control it. 

You agree to work with Vox for a certain period of time before you actually sign a contract with the Vee’s (so that you are granted time to get in and out quickly without having to sell your soul to any of them).

You start to slowly get info on the Vees and how they run things, as well as creating a way for alastor to take them all down. They each have their weaknesses that only those who are allowed close to them are able to see. Its easy to assume a persons weakness, but to evaluate and calculate the best way to ensure their down fall is the best course of action.  

And whats that saying? Keep your friends close, Keep your enemies closer.  

Meanwhile, while working for the Vee’s, you are becoming more known throughout hell and are rising in popularity. 

You are the talk of the pride ring, with all the demons wondering where you came from and how you were so quickly able to captivate your audience. Only two demons on this side of hell are able to work such an audience after all- The radio demon and the Video demon. 

Its inevitable that you and Vox start a relationship with one another (very lowkey ofcourse, with no knowledge from the public, however people still suspect it)

You know its fake, and somewhere deep inside, vox suspects its fake, but both of you cant help but lean into it regardless. 

Its also inevitable that both of you develop feelings for one another, though neither of you can admit it… 

Eventually your act comes to a head though- as Vox finally admits to you that he knows who you are and what your plans are- Its not hard for him to find whatever information he wants, and that includes about you. He did a “background check” on who you were before coming here and found out about how you are related to the Radio demon. 

however as he confronts you, there is no aggressiveness in his voice, just an unsettling calmness that is even unusual for him… 

You are forced to stray from the original plan and now must protect yourself and what you know. 

You debate back with the video demon. He has it all wrong, that no matter what he does, he wont get the information he wants from you, and that you will end him if it comes down to it- if he forces you to (you both know this is a bluff but regardless, you refuse to die without a fight)

Vox doesn't argue with you- instead, he tries to get you to join the Vee’s and actually commit to being a star as well as joining him and the Vees in ruling. Forget Alastor, forget your ties to him or whatever debt you may owe him- he is giving you a choice that is up to you alone to make, and that is to join the Vee’s. 

Afterall, he cant bring himself to exist in his unlife without you- essentially admitting he loves you.

He also admits that regardless of weather you join them or not, Alastors time as an overlord is coming to an end soon… 

You can help but break down. Here you are given the chance to finally do something for yourself and act on the love you have for Vox- and you admit that to him, however you also confess that there will always be a part of you that wonders if he actually cares about you, or if he justs cares about the power you can bring to him… 

Not only that, but your loyalty will always be deeper to Alastor than it is to Vox, and Vox’s loyalty to winning against Alastor will always be deeper than his love for you. 

You end up stomping your foot three times on the floor, and then before Vox can say anything or move from his spot to stop you from leaving, you are engulfed in a circle of shadows and whisked away from the scene- ending up in your room at the Hotel. You collapse to the floor from the emotional exhaustion and heartbreak of it all- 

maybe in another death you could have been together… maybe if you were born a different person in your life you could have been together, but you both died in your current forms and are the demons you are- and you cant change that. 

Alastor walks up to you and ends up chuckling at your patheticness, as he helps hoist you up and walk you to the kitchen to make you something to eat to cheer you up. Maybe an old family recipe will bring you some comfort, and he can relish in your misery at missing home even more.

Vox’s mission to end Alastor becomes even more intense, as now he believes that ifd he kills Alastor, you will finally be freed from the guilt of being forced to follow and obey him, and finally be free to make your own choices. 

Vox also never informs the other Vee’s about your betrayal, and insist you were kidnapped and he is working on getting you back. 

The end. 

[nthspecialll]

Hello! I'm interested in Molly's origins in the gang and I'm on the fence between two theories: A) She met Dutch somewhere and was introduced to the gang as his new girlfriend or B) She joined the gang as one of the girls and only later formed a relationship with Dutch. I think her attitude ("I'm nobody's servant girl, mr Morgan") points to theory A but in one camp interaction Dutch tells Mary-Beth AND Molly to go back to work after reading them Evelyn Miller ("Now you two better get back to work. Go on!"). I wonder if she used to be a domestic worker in the camp like other girls.

Maybe that was just a script mistake or I'm thinking too much into it. Which one of these theories you think is more likely? Love your blog!

Molly is such an interesting character to look into, but also a very contradicting one. Other than the evidence you already presented, there is also the fact that everything about her past is vague.

My personal belief is that she was introduced as his new girlfriend, which is kind of supported by the rockstar description if we are to believe Molly's own words "[..] who came to America on a romantic whim in search of adventure and excitement. Molly certianly found that in Dutch Van Der Linde [..]."

However, the fan wiki (which is written by fans) says "She came to the United States searching for adventure, eventually joining Dutch van der Linde and his gang at some point prior to 1899. She and Dutch later became lovers." I ain't sure if that is just bad phrasing, another interpretation or if they have more background knowledge, though I doubt it due to the fact that it is the text mentioned above that they link as a source.

Later there is another line stating "She considers herself a few cuts above the other gang members, which hasn't won her many supporters in camp." This indicates that she does not and has not participated in chores, supported by some of the girls like Abigail and Tilly asking if she has finally come to help out when she tries to interact with them.

On another note though, there is Tilly feeling sympathetic towards Molly and Karen stating that Molly is too high and mighty now to help them, repeating and really highlighting that now.

So my bet is on her being introduced as Dutch's girlfriend, whether or not she did chores in the beginning though? That can be debated, if she did I doubt it was for very long.

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Evay QA Bulk Post 4

Here's another roundup of questions! I'm sorry if you don't see your question answered here. I tried answering as many as I could handle. Thank you all for reaching out :)

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: I don’t know if this is too personal or not, but if you feel comfortable sharing, what prompted you to make a return after not posting at all for about 3 years?

A: That's okay, I don't mind you asking. To be honest, I just suffered from art block for a very long time. I couldn't get myself to draw no matter how hard I tried. I would sit myself down and try to force myself to do it, but I just couldn't. I don't know why it went away and I don't know why it came back, but suddenly my spark came back with a vengeance! I'm back to wanting to draw all the time! I think that's both the wonderful and awful thing about creativity: you can't force it. It sucks, but hopefully I can serve as proof to others who are going through it that you can spring back from it.

Anon asked: Hi E-vay! I couldn't help but notice a few Coraline references in some of your art work, are you a fan of the film too? By the way, Sonamy 4 eva!!

A: Yes I LOVE Coraline! I never read the book but I love the movie. It fills my spooky little heart and soul!

sonicalover1345 asked: Hey, quick question have you watched Hazbin Hotel Prime video? If you have what is or are your favorite characters?

A: I haven't yet! Honestly when the pilot first came out years ago, I didn't care for it. (I love Helluva Boss, did not care for Hazbin Hotel). But I've heard a million people recommending the series and I've heard the songs because of Tiktok and a lot of the songs sound great, so I have been meaning to check it out.

Anon asked: What is your favourite Tim burton movie? 🖤

A: I want to say Nightmare Before Christmas, but to be completely honest it's probably Mars Attacks! It's so campy and funny and it has that retro horror sci-fi film feel to it, and the cast rocks. It checks all the boxes for me. I even have a Mars Attacks! print hung up at my office at work:

wind-upbaby14 asked: Just curious but what happened to that hell hath series you made and why did you stop?

A: I went through a severe art block and hadn't drawn anything for a long time, even though I had the whole script for it written out. However since getting my mojo back, I've completely re-written the story and am working on it again. You'll see more of HHNF soon and I'm certain you'll like it better than it was meant to be originally!

Anon asked: I’m unsure if you’ve been asked this before, feel free to ignore if so but would you ever consider opening a Patreon? Y’know for earlier access and possibly spicy art🤔?

A: I did have a Patreon once upon a time, but it gave me severe imposter syndrome lol It put too much pressure on me to put out content that I thought was worthy enough for people to be paying for, so I ultimately closed it down. It doesn't mean I won't ever open it up again, but I don't have any immediate plans to do that. Also regarding the spice haha 😅 I appreciate your interest, but I just don't like to share that kind of content.

milangakokoros asked: I know you like sailor moon, I remember that you published a drawing that you did in 2007 somewhere, of Aurora sailor moon version. What other animes do you like? have you seen saint seiya? (it's my current hyperfixation)

A: I don't watch much anime anymore, but I used to be obsessed with Naruto. That's primarily what I would draw back in my dA days, but I lost interest in it a long time ago. I also loved Fruits Basket, Kill La Kill, One Punch Man and Attack on Titan. There are other shows I've watched, but those were the major series. I haven't seen the series you mentioned, sorry!

milangakokoros asked: Have you thought about making more games like the one you made on Halloween?

A: Absolutely! I don't know what the next game will be, but I definitely want to make more!

prophecyhyper asked: Do you post any of your drawings on any other sites?

A: I sometimes post my art on my Instagram and I sometimes post timelapses of my drawings on Tiktok, but I mostly post here on Tumblr!

aviles2003 asked: I've been meaning to ask you this about adaptations, what is your only favorite Video Game Movie you wanna see, already watched, and excited to see? (Sonic the Hedgehog Movies, The Super Mario Bros Movie, Detective Pikachu, Or Five Nights at Freddy's?)

A: So far my favorite game-movie adaptation is the Super Mario Bros movie! I love it so much! I love that they kept the style of the game but made it a little more polished than what you'd get in the games. I loved the characters, I loved all the references within it, I loved the music. I just think it's a perfect adaptation. Of course I'm super excited for Sonic 3! I'm sure it's going to be great, I'm just praying that Amy will be in it! I need her in it :( I'd love to see a movie adaptation of Dead Space. That's one of my favorite games and ooh I think it'd make such a good horror film. I know they made animated movies for it, but I want it done in a proper hollywood horror way!

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I didn't know about this until you mentioned this in my inbox. Wow that was emotional! I can't believe they were able to make a song out of an old unreleased recording and really get to finally get closure for their band in a way. Just incredible!

Anon asked: hey, i logged in after a long time and i was just happy to see you’re still posting. i’ve been following since the deviantart days and i just wanted to say how much i enjoy your art. it has always brought me a lot of joy :)

A: This isn't an ask, but I wanted to include it just so I could tell those of you who send these kinds of messages to my inbox: Thank you ❤️ I don't know if you all realize how much it means to me to have your support. Whether you're new to my work or whether you've followed me since my deviantART days, it absolutely makes my day when I receive these kind of wonderful, positive messages. My only wish is that you didn't feel you needed to write me anonymously so I could thank you personally! But I'll respect your privacy ❤️ From the bottom of my heart, thank you!

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MISC SONIC ASKS

Anon asked: I was wondering what your favourite brotherly head cannon would be between Sonic and Tails? :3

A: Even though Sonic's older and technically raised Tails, I love the idea of them sort of "raising each other." Sonic teaches Tails how to defend himself, how to navigate the world, how to do the right thing, but Tails is the one who teaches Sonic how to read and write, introduces him to philosophical discussions that Sonic finds really boring but actually helps him to be a better hero and be a better version of himself. I even like the idea of Tails being the one to teach Sonic how to play music. Sonic has a natural talent for it, but Tails is the one to teach him notes and chords, how to actually read sheet music, things like that.

umbrathehedgehog asked: Hey, I noticed that one piece about Sonic Prime. It's very nice! What did you like or not like about the show? Been seeing a lot of differing opinions on it and I'm really curious about what you thought!

A: Thanks so much! As a whole I'd say it was okay. It certainly wasn't the best Sonic media out there in my opinion but no way was it the worst. I understand it's a kid's show, but it was way too formulaic for me. It got to the point where I could pretty much bet "in 2 minutes Character A is going to seem like all is lost, then a loud explosion/sudden shake will happen, and they'll look up like 'whuAHHH???' and Character B will show up to help." That's fine, but not when it's happening multiple times every single episode. So to be honest, it wasn't a show that I looked forward to watching like I did with Sonic Boom. It was just something I had on because it was Sonic-related. But Sonic Prime had a lot of good character writing and the acting was great. They explored character relationships/dynamics and emotions that some other Sonic content hasn't done before, so I applaud them for that. It's mirroring what happened in Sonic Frontiers and I love that the franchise is willing to dig a little deeper on an emotional level like that. And I've said it before but I'll say it a million times more: Shadow was PERFECT! The positive of having Shadow portrayed so excellently far outweighed any negatives I could say for the show!

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: Well we didn't get to see very much of her, but I loved her design! She was very majestic and beautiful and kind. None of the characters or storyline from the live action movies are part of my AU.

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MY OCs/AU ASKS

Anon asked: So when’s did aurora learn that she could turn invisible? And did she use it to pull a prank on her parents making them think she disappeared

A: Aurora discovers her light abilities when she's young (think about preteen age), but she doesn't fully know what all she can do yet. It takes a lot of experimenting and studying with Uncle Tails to figure out everything she can do. He is the one who tells her that if she can bend light, she should be able to use it to cloak herself. Tails and Sonic obviously mean she should use it as a defensive move, but Aurora instantly thinks it's the perfect power for pranks! Picture a lot of objects "floating" around the house with a lot of phony "OooooOOoooOOOO" ghost noises haha

Anon asked: Is aurora a comic book fan? If so what’s her favorite series

A: Aurora can enjoy super hero related stuff, but she's not an avid fan of it and I would say she does not read comics. Aurora is more into fantasy/romance books. Ruff is the one who is into comic books :) His favorite would be Batman.

Anon asked: I love your idea of Aurora and Sage being close friends, I really think that fits! That being said, do you think Sage and CC would get along?

and gale-gentlepenguin asked: I’m curious on how Sage would interact with Aurora and CC? I know it would probably be seperate universes but it would be fun to see how Eggman’s daughter reacts to Sonics daughter and a sentient AI of equal intellect

A: Thank you! I've been thinking about it and I like the idea of Sage and CC being rivals, but in a very cheeky, friendly way. Sort of like Sonic and Knuckles. Sage and CC would make everything into a competition to see who can solve this problem fastest or who can simulate something best, to determine who is truly the more intelligent of the two AIs. But again, not in a toxic way. In a "I have to be the best version of myself in order to beat you because the respect I have for you is insanely high" kind of way. And Sage could playfully tease CC for wanting to become organic because it'd be a "step backwards" in her evolution, but really she'd work to find a way to help make CC's dream come true.

antooogamer asked: Hello, I already know why Diamond is white and Boon's color is for Aurora, but now I have a question about Cinder, why is he Orange? :^

A: Orange is in the same color family as red and pink, so I think it still works. As far as color theory, in my AU Aurora has a grandma who is yellow and Shadow's fur includes red, so by blending those colors you can get orange. It's the same reason why Nova is purple, it's a blend of colors from their lineage. I tried Cinder out in several different colors but orange is ultimately what fit him best.

animefan299110 asked: After seeing your artwork of Sage and Aurora interacting, I got to ask: Do they hang out a lot or is Sage like a cousin/big sister who visits all the time?

A: They're more like best friends than sisters/cousins. I know people draw Sage growing older and stuff but I personally headcanon that she'd stay in the form of a child because she feels no need to grow up. But once she's friends with Aurora, then I could see her "aging" up alongside Aurora so that she always matches her friend. It's just a headcanon of mine for now and that could ultimately change in the future.

Anon asked: Has Aurora ever been to space before if so what were her thoughts. Was she like markiplier with the whole space is so cool song.

A: Aurora DESPERATELY wants to go to space more than anything! But for most of her life she hardly ever left her home. It isn't until she's grown up that she actually starts to properly explore the world. Eventually I want her to go to space, but it would be once she's living on her own.

skywriter97 asked: So I saw this one fanart comic (that I can't remember the name of) forever ago and in it Shadow had his emblem tattooed on his arm and it made me wonder (since you the best Sonic fan artist hands down no contest) does Sonamy/Shadora (or any of your characters kn your Au) have any tats or piercings anywhere? If so, what and where? (If the fur doesn't get in the way for them lol) (Votes go to Shadow being a tatted and pierced edgelord cuz that would be so 🔥🔥🔥👌👌👌😍🤩😍🤩🤩😍🥵🥵🤤🤤🤌🤌🤌)

A: You are just so sweet, thank you! You know I'm very pro tats and I love seeing what people think the different Sonic characters would get. For my AU, I only have two (technically three) characters depicted with tattoos. Amy's dad Clay Rose has two tattoos on his bicep: A heart with his wife's name in it, and then a matching little heart with Amy's name in it. Adult Knuckles has a simple "M.E." tattooed on his bicep. It's a reference to Knuckles' theme and also his dedication to the Master Emerald. Lastly, I have the human version of Cinder (but only the human version) with forearm sleeves that continue down his hands. So far those are the only characters I have with tattoos. As far as piercings, most of my characters have ear piercings but they don't often wear earrings. Blitz and Lulu are the only characters who always wears earrings. I could see Shadow getting at least an ear pierced, but I headcanon that with his rapid healing that it would almost instantly close if he didn't actively wear a piercing at the time.

Anon asked: I totally hope that Piper will have a girlfriend! Do you see her more with a girl or a boy?

A: I currently see PIper as demiromantic. She is currently not interested in anyone romantically or physically, and I don't want to diminish that part of her identity by saying 'Oh but she'll eventually end up with __." Of course, a headcanon is whatever you want so if you personally ship her with a woman that's cool with me!

Anon asked: Hey evay, i was looking at this old info of Amy, and It says that she wans't always at home, did Aurora had any issue with that? Did some part of her childhood she could say that she had mother issues? (Sorry if you can't understand, my english it's terrible 💀)

A: Your English is excellent! I wouldn't go so far as to say Aurora had mother issues. Amy wasn't completely absent from Aurora's youth, she was just working a lot so she wasn't constantly at home the way Sonic was. It would have made things a little awkward/emotional at times because that naturally made Aurora favor Sonic a little more when she was younger, but that also made the times she did have with Amy all the more special. Aurora never thought to herself "My mom has abandoned me because she's never home," it was more of a "Work is stupid and being grown up is stupid because it means Mom can't stay home and play with me all day." Aurora and Amy grow a lot closer as Aurora gets older and better understands the meaning of responsibilities and commitment.

Anon asked: Hi hi! I'm kinda new in the Sonic fandom and I've seen lots of your comics and content so far (That are great!) The shadora refs of their kids are just so *chef kiss*, when I looked at it, I told myself: "Damn, I wanna make ref sheets this great for my characters too!" I love the fact that you called them an horde! xD And the angst with Shadow's immortality must be amazing! Uh I'm getting out of the subject ^^'' I wanted to ask you if you planned or did anything with Silver? I don't think I saw anything from you with him And another question, if no one asked this before, are any of Shadora's kiddos immortal too? Or maybe they're "half immortal"? Like, they live longer than everyone else but still has a shorter lifespan than their dad I love your work! Keep going! ^^ And have a wonderful day :D

A: Wow, that's so kind of you to say! Thank you so much! I hope you do make ref sheets for your characters :) I haven't planned anything with Silver for my AU yet. To be honest, I don't know his character very well and I try my best to always keep the original characters in-character, so that's why I haven't done anything with him yet. But I recently purchased the volumes of IDW comics and I'm hoping to understand him better and then I will be more confident writing him! Secondly, none of the Shadora horde are immortal. They have stronger immune systems so they can heal faster and are less likely to get sick than the average Mobian, but they are still mortal and still age at a normal rate. Thank you for the questions and compliments!

Anon asked: I love the Shadora babies sm !! My question is..What excactly happend in the fight between Diamond and Cinder? Love your art btw&lt;3

A: Thank you so much! I need to make a comic about it. When they were young they were all exploring the different zones and Cinder was really struggling with some of the obstacles so he was already getting quite aggravated. Diamond noticed this and offered to help because some problems are better solved as a team, and Cinder immediately gets pissed and tells her to buzz off. She gets upset that he snaps at her, and there's some escalation between the two and finally Cinder blows up at her (literally). He immediately regrets it as he did not mean to hurt her, but the damage is already done.

degux asked: What would happen if Metal Sonic ( somehow :v ) met CC ?

A: Hmm. Well, even though Metal Sonic is based on Sonic, I love stories that involve him having an identity crisis and ultimately deciding that he's not just going to be a clone. He's his own entity, right? They're alike, but they're not the same. I don't know where he'd be on that self journey by the time he meets CC, but she'd definitely see him as his own person, not as a Sonic copy. But likely he'd still be an antagonist, so they'd end up having to battle lol

milangakokoros asked: does team chaotix exist in the Aurora universe? and have they interacted with the Rose family?

A: They definitely exist in my AU, but I haven't completely decided what their roles are yet. I can see Vector becoming Cream's stepdad (I'm not passionate about the VanillaXVector ship but I know it's practically canon), and then that leads me down a rabbit hole (pun intended) of how does that affect the dynamics of Team Chaotix? I have some rough ideas but I need to spend more time on it.

Anon asked: Have you thought about introducing Vector or Team chaotix in your sonamy and Aurora comics? :0 I picture him being "Uncle Stanley Pines" from Aurora and the Hyena Boys.

A: I had to add this question immediately after because your idea of Grunkle Stan made me laugh out loud! Oh my gosh I love that!

Anon asked: hola, tengo una pregunta. Hace mucho que no veia tu contenido y veo que estas de vuelta me alegro! :) Mi pregunta es aurora no tenia un hermano? Si no mal recuerdo creo que tenia uno y de ser asi el caso, el también tendria sus propias aventuras? Lo poco que recuerdo de el es que estaba en un dibujo tuyo de navidad con toda la familia sonamy junta y otro donde aurora lo abraza. Me gustaría saber que fue de el

A: ¡Gracias! The character you're referring to was an OC made by my friend Nana, a Sonamy fankid named Spazz. I sometimes drew him interacting with Aurora because my friend Nana and I just liked to draw our characters interacting, but Spazz is not a part of my AU. Nana is no longer on tumblr so that's why there aren't any Spazz art/comics anymore.

Anon asked: Does Sonic’s Uncle Chuck exist in your AU?

A: No I don't include the Archie comics or characters at all

⚠‼️THIS QUESTION MIGHT BE TRIGGERING. SKIP IF YOU NEED TO. TW: INFERTILITY ‼️⚠ Anon asked: Hi e-vay! I’ve recently re-read your ‘Boom Baby’ comic & was wonderin’ - especially with all their attempts - did Sonic or Amy, either one, stuggle with infertility? If so, did they ever have any doubts of that “I’m pregnant” moment ever happening?

A: Infertility is a very real issue that many people (including those very close in my life) deal with. Although I do think it's very important for people to be able to see their experiences reflected in the media they consume to help them remember that they aren't alone in their experience, this is not something I wanted Sonic and Amy to have to deal with for Boom!Baby. The chapter where Sonic references making multiple attempts during a certain window of time was not meant to imply that they were struggling with infertility. It was instead supposed to show that now that they've both decided they want a child, Amy doesn't want to take any chances to make sure it happens lol. TMI - Even without fertility issues, getting pregnant is not always guaranteed so it can take a lot of planning and timing (and frankly, luck) to be successful. Super TMI - I headcanon that Sonic and Amy are already intimate A LOT so now that they're trying for a baby it's above and beyond and that's why Sonic is tired in that chapter lol

fireghost234 asked: Hi this is my first time asking you!!!, does sonic in your AU still have his swordfighting skills from black knight?

A: Thank you for the question! Personally I don't think he'd retain those skills after that experience, so no that's not a trait he has in my AU anyway.

madysonisbae19 asked: Okay so I’m listing to the Encanto soundtrack and when Surface Pressure came on tell me why I instantly thought of Diamond singing this song when she is down about being physically the strongest out of her family.

A: That song (and character) is so her! Thank you for pointing that out to me, I'm going to associate that with her now 🥰

Anon asked: Did Aurora actually got bullied in school?

A: In my stories Mobians don't really go to "school," but yes she was bullied by a group of other kids when she was little. I have a script for a comic for this, I just haven't drawn it yet.

Anon asked: I think I'm pretty sure you based post-Boom to make your comics, but do you think Prime to becanon to your comic continuity too?

A: My AU is a fluid situation haha It adapts as more Sonic content comes out and I get to pick what I want to include. That's what makes AUs fun! Hmmm, ultimately I'm going to say no, I don't think Prime is canon to my stories.

Anon asked: Hi e-vay! Just wanted to ask, will we ever see what happened with Sonic and Amy's wedding in your AU? We've seen Amy's pregnancy with Aurora and their first date, so it seems like another natural relationship landmark to make a shenanigans-filled story out of! Also, keeping on the Sonamy wedding topic, what's their guestlist look like? Are there any surprises in who's getting an invite and who isn't?

A: I definitely have a sonamy wedding comic in the works :) It's going to be multi-chaptered. I would love to answer your other questions but I don't want to spoil the surprise! 😜

SHIPPING ASKS

Anon asked: Not to sound weird or anything, but does Sonic have a go to move that seduces Amy? 💙🩷

A: He simply ✨exists✨

Anon asked: Does Sonic ever dream about Amy?

A: I mean, I think so 😉

Anon asked: Hi e-vay! I had a question for you that I've been wanting to know about. If you read Harry Potter or watch the movies, don't you think that Harry and Ginny's relationship is similar to Sonic and Amy? I know this is kind of random, but it's like Harry is the hero, and Ginny was always in love with him, but their relationship slowly developed throughout the books, especially the 6th book. And that's how Sonic and Amy have been throughout the years

A: Hello! I have seen the movies and I read some of the books, but I don't know the series all that well. Actually, I don't remember Ginny being in the movies much at all, so I was a little confused when she and Harry ended up together. Maybe there was more to it in the books that I just never read. So if I'm going solely based on the movies I've seen, I can't say that I see the correlation. But that's not to say you're wrong in thinking that :)

aurorathehedge6 asked: What's your favorite Sonamy art that you made?

A: Definitely My Gal, specifically the last couple of chapters. I put my whole heart into that story and I'm pretty proud of it.

essycogany asked: Hi! First, I want to say that I LOVE your work! You’re so talented and I couldn’t appreciate your stuff enough. How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on. Hope you’re doing well. 💖

A: Thank you so much! I hope you're doing well too :) UGH!!! 😩💙💖💙💖💙💖 We have been fed SO WELL lately! I can't believe it, what a time to be alive! I'm still sure they won't ever make it canon, but I love the sweet little snippets we get and just how much Sonic and Amy's relationship has evolved over the years to be so much closer. And I giggle like a little maniac every time they're on screen together or they're side by side in marketing. It makes my heart SING!

Anon asked: Are you still a fan of of the OT3 hedgies (Sonamyshad) and are still a fan of shadamy? Will we see any dribbles about them. Your art is so pretty 😍🤩 I just wanna see more 🤣😅 sorry if that embarrassing!

A: That's not embarrassing, that's crazy kind of you to say! Thank you! Yes I do still adore those ships and need to draw them more. It just seems every time I go to draw something my hand gets possessed by the ✨spirit of sonamy✨😂 I promise I'll draw the others at some point!

Anon asked: Are there any ships that you just… don’t get? Not dislike or hate or anything, just one that you fully don’t understand the appeal for…? Cause Metal Sonic and Amy is a ship that kinda baffles me. Like most Amy ships have some appeal. Sonic is obvious, you’re Ms. Sonamy after all. But Shads, Silver, Blaze, and even Surge have fun dynamics, and Metal doesn’t really strike me as a character that is able to be shipped effectively… Thoughts?

A: There definitely are ships that I don't understand. But if I don't understand or don't like a ship (or fan theories, or whatever), I'd rather just not talk about them. I used to indulge in that style of arguing discussion when I was a kid but I don't do that kind of stuff anymore. If I don't get something I just say "That's not for me" and move along. I do support the MetAmy ship myself but it's not at the top of my ship list (lol). I like it because Metal Sonic is based on Sonic, and if they're meant to be similar and I believe that Sonic does care about Amy, then that logic would tell me that Metal cares about Amy, too. And even though Metal is a villain, Amy does care about his well being (just like she cares about everyone's well being). Metal Sonic is also one of the main reasons Amy and Sonic met in the first place, so I think she holds a special place in her heart for him, even if it's not 100% romantic. That's my reasoning, but I don't want or expect you to change your opinion.

Anon asked: Will tails and CC ever get married?

A: Whoa now, I've never even drawn them on an official date yet ;)

Anon asked: What tv shows would sonic and amy watch together?

A: I think a lot of feel-good comedies like Brooklyn 99, Bob's Burgers, Modern Family and Schitt's Creek.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora*

Anon asked: What would Shadow and Aurora’s fave show be?

A: They don't have similar tastes in shows, but I could see them both enjoying Only Murders in the Building and cut throat competition cooking shows like Hell's Kitchen.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

gray3754 asked: How old would Amy and Sonic be when Aurora started to date shadow

A: I don't really do exact ages, but Sonic and Amy have Aurora roughly when they're in their mid-to-late 20s. So they would be in their mid-to-late 40s when Aurora and Shadow first meet.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

aurorathehedge6 asked: What's your favorite Shadora art that you made? Also have Sonic, Amy, Aurora, and Shadow ever been on a double date?

A: Hmm, I think my fav Shadora art is the comic where Shadow and Aurora discuss her "wings" (back quills). It started out as just a fluffy piece but I think it really set the tone for their relationship in my stories. As far as a double date -- I could see them trying a double date early on when Shadow first states his intention to date Aurora, but it doesn't go well. Years later when Sonic is more accepting of their relationship I could see them occasionally going out for lunch/dinner together instead of just their weekly family dinners at home.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

ticciticcicendy asked: I don't know if you do this question but has any of Aurora and shadows kids ever walked in on them?

A: Hahaha, Shadow is too savvy for that! He had the Shadora house built to essentially be a fortress, which also means the primary bedroom is practically a vault. Ain't nobody getting in there unexpectedly hahaha

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

lazypatrolpizzapersona asked: One question, is Aurora jealous when Shadow is with these girls?

A: I'm not sure what girls you are referring to? But Aurora is not a very jealous type.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

zero-aurion asked: Quick question, in terms of lap pillows, for Tails and CC and Shadow and Aurora, who rests their head on the others lap more?

A: CC doesn't need to rest, but Tails is so soft that she just loves to lay against him so she'd definitely use him for a lap pillow more. BONUS POINTS for using his tails as a shawl around her shoulders! Shadow is more likely to rest his head in Aurora's lap. The way she strokes his quills is very soothing and makes him feel content. She also has thick thighs so very, very comfy for lap pillows!

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S1E4 – Saturday Morning Funtime Write Up P2 - Saturday (The last day of the World) from The Fields of Megiddo to "You're better off without him."

Given the rather abrupt interruption I made to the previous part of the write up for this episode, let’s just get stuck straight in and pick up where I left off. Other than the lovely implication that selfies are the work of the devil, there’s only one thing I want to talk about in relation to this scene, and it’s the music. It’s been a while since I waxed lyrical over David Arnold’s soundtrack, so I’m sure it’s about time I brought it up again. We can hear a piece of incidental music playing throughout the conversation between Hastur and Eric (or Junior Demon if you’re looking at the original script), the character of which perfectly underscores the tone of the conversation. There are three sections to it – one for each iteration of the disposable demon, each growing less playful than the last (represented by the harpsichord in the orchestration). What I especially love about this little piece of music is that if you listen really, really carefully, you can pick out some instances of the motif from the theme music (played by a glockenspiel). It’s a lovely reminder of how much music enriches our experience of film and television without us even realising it.

Without giving a blow-by-blow description of what’s going on in the episode (which I’m sure you’d agree would be tedious both to write and read), I don’t have much to say about the next scene either, other than pointing out Anathema’s pathological desire to feed the kids whenever they appear. It makes me wonder if she’s like that with everyone (in which case Aziraphale would probably adore her) or it’s just children (in which case, creepy). It is interesting to see that Adam’s nature is starting to be corrupted by his powers – where the consequences were previously of a childlike innocent nature, they are now starting to manifest in his attempts to dominate others. We also have confirmation that the change in his nature is now being noticed by others in his vicinity.

Hastur’s next scene, other than providing some lovely moments of perfectly delivered black comedy, forms a mainly narrative purpose, serving nicely to remind us why Aziraphale was so incredulous at the Antichrist being left with an American diplomat’s family in the first place – they’re abhorrent. The Dowlings I mean, not all Americans. Or even all American diplomats. Not that I know any American diplomats to say any different. Anyway. We also see how quick Hastur is to come to the (correct) conclusion that Crowley is to blame for this monumental cock up. Given that Hastur shows his dislike of our demon just prior to the baby switcheroo 11 years earlier (and who knows how long he’s actually felt that way), it’s almost surprising that it’s taken him this long to find something concrete against Crowley.

Alright, Easter egg time! The scene of Crowley in the cinema has a couple. Let’s start with the one glaring at us from the movie theatre screen.

That’s our episode title, right there in front of our eyes! I don’t know whether these creepy little rabbits were always intended to be holding the banners and this is where the episode title came from, whether the episode title came first, or whether it’s somewhere between the two but I love the meta-reference nonetheless. Whilst we’re on the topic of those weird little fuckers, has anybody stopped to wonder why, in the name of all that is and isn’t holy, has Crowley would pick this film to watch? I know we get that deliciously dark sequence of a bunny massacring another bunny as a result, but it’s an odd choice for the demon you have to admit.

Second Easter egg:

The only other audience member in the movie theatre, in case you didn’t already know, is played by a certain Neil Gaiman. Who also happens to provide the voice for the cutesy-wutesy bunny rabbits on the screen. It’s tempting to ask the same question about why on earth an adult man would choose this child’s cartoon to watch, alone, on a Saturday morning but really I’m just chuffed to bits that they found a cameo for Neil.

As a quick side note, I also want to point out that the attention to detail has not been neglected in the cartoon – the frog (toad?) on Hastur’s head can be seen gesticulating in line with his speech. Not to mention you can sporadically hear a “ribbit” in the background. Bloody genius.

Back with Anathema (who, for once, does not offer her guest any food) and Newton, there’s an interesting return to the idea that the same word can be used to convey different meanings dependent on its recipient. Remember back when Adam showed up on her Anathema’s doorstep and she renamed herself to accommodate his preconceived ideas? Well she switches right back to calling herself a witch here, for the exact same reason, but with Newton instead. In fairness, he’s playing the same game in calling himself a computer engineer. And whilst I appreciate the need to remove matches from this particular individual, I wasn’t actually aware that he had any, though we do know he has firelighters.

Side note: there is a note written on a newspaper article pinned on the board in this scene:

It might be nothing at all, but if anybody has any suggestions as to whether there’s an Easter egg to be found here, I’m all ears.

Moving on into Adam’s rapidly increasing decline into his true nature, the only thing I have to say about the scene with The Them being dragged through the woods is that the speech delivered by the aspiring Antichrist here is incredibly relevant to current day.

Everything’s being killed or used up and no one takes it seriously. Everyone thinks somehow it’ll all get better again.

Makes it rather difficult to argue with him, doesn’t it? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe global extinction is the way to go about fixing things, but his point is valid. And from a child’s perspective, it might actually seem logical that the way to solve the problem is to just start everything from new.

OK, I need to take a moment here to do a little bit of an outline, because for some reason, my brain really struggles to comprehend the timeline of the Crowley and Aziraphale scenes for the rest of this episode. Which isn’t so unusual, given that we don’t see them all in chronological order, but there’s just something about these scenes that I find hard to make them piece together into a whole story. So, here’s the sequence as I understand it:

Crowley visits the movie theatre, where he discovers that Hell knows he has something to do with the Antichrist mix up.

Crowley goes to Soho to try and convince Aziraphale to run away together.

Aziraphale is confronted on the street by a group of archangels, telling him he has to choose a side (complete with a threatening wall slam).

Aziraphale attempts to talk to God, where he discovers that Heaven intends to have their war, regardless of any external circumstances.

Hastur and Ligur arrive at Crowley’s apartment (probably concurrent with Aziraphale talking to Metatron) to “collect” him.

Aziraphale calls Crowley to tell him he knows where the Antichrist is (and presumably to suggest they do something about it together), approximately 28 minutes after his attack.

Shadwell enters the book shop, triggering the Aziraphale’s discorporation and causing the fire to start.

Crowley leaves his apartment to go and get Aziraphale having heard the voicemail he left. This may or may not be after Aziraphale has already been discorporated.

I think that’s it. Even now I feel confused about it all, and I have no idea why. I probably didn’t need to spell it all out quite so explicitly for anyone other than myself but hey, this is my write up, so my rules.

OK, let’s move on to another horribly painful exchange between Crowley and Aziraphale, shall we? Before we get there though, it would be remiss of me not to talk about the Bentley’s registration plate. I *think* this is the first time we see it properly, as it’s obscured by the front bumper in most of the shots in episode 2.

It’s a pretty poor picture, but the registration is “NIAT RUC”. As in “curtain” backwards. As I understand it, this is a reference to some writing on the wall of a mausoleum in “Monty Python’s Meaning of Life”, paying homage to Terry Gilliam (one of the Monty Python members) who was involved in the first attempt to bring Good Omens to the screen.

Alright, first question about the upcoming scene. Why doesn’t Crowley just park the Bentley in his usual parking spot and go looking for Aziraphale? We can be pretty sure that the only reason he would be driving through that particular street in Soho is going to be something to do with Aziraphale. The space across the book shop is empty when he drives past it, yet he barely slows down to take the corner. Why not just park?

Next question about the exchange that takes place between our hero pair. What exactly is Crowley apologising for? By my reckoning it was Aziraphale that delivered the deciding blow during the breakup in the previous episode, even if his reasons were honourable.

My money on the answer to this question is that Crowley is in full panic mode at this point. He knows that apologising is likely the only way he’s going to be able to spark any sort of conversation with Aziraphale, hopefully taking him so off guard that he simply does as instructed. And it nearly works – you can see the angel’s relief when his shoulders relax.

He’s desperate – why else would he offer such a carte blanche apology for “whatever he said”? The fact that Hell have finally twigged to his involvement has sent him into full flight mode and the only thing he’s stopped to collect on his way out of dodge is the only thing that really matters to him – Aziraphale. He doesn’t believe he has time to talk about it – it has to be now and he’s asking Aziraphale to trust him. As a human resident on Earth, I feel obliged to side with Aziraphale on this one, seeing as he’s still trying to find a way to stop the obliteration of the human race. But that doesn’t make the rejection any less heartbreaking, even though he does seem to give it a micro-second of consideration before he digs his heels in.

And can we just take a pause on Crowley’s choice of words for his plea? “Run away together”, that’s what he says. This is such a clear indication of the true nature of their relationship to me – running away together is generally not the sort of thing people entertain in a platonic way, is it? Noticeably, Aziraphale doesn’t reject the idea of being “together”, which further serves to the idea that they are already familiar with exactly what the connotations of the word, and that it’s something he’s comfortable with. His rejection is actually grounded in the fact that he thinks he can still persuade the powers that be to just call the whole thing off by simply talking some sense into them, so he brushes Crowley’s panic off as “ridiculous” (side note: the music kicking in at this point should tell us that this discussion is on a road to nowhere – we’ve got slushy strings in a minor key again). What he fails to realise is that even if he can by some miracle (no pun intended) actually pull that off, Hell will still be looking to wreak some sort of personal revenge on Crowley for his involvement in the Antichrist mix-up. Crowley hasn’t forgotten that though, you can see the panic written all over his face as the realisation that Aziraphale isn’t on the same page as him.

What Crowley has failed to realise is that he’s not the only one panicking. Aziraphale is on that train too, but he’s taking a very healthy dose of denial with him. He simply cannot contemplate the possibility that the whole situation can’t be fixed. Crowley’s pleading might be painful to hear but I find it harder to watch Aziraphale’s version of the same emotion – you can almost hear him screaming at Crowley, trying to explain how terrified he is and how much he needs him on side.

Let’s not forget that Aziraphale desperately wants to be a company man. He wants to believe that his side is the inherently good side. That everything they do can be justified by sound moral decisions. Asking him to stop believing that would undo everything he is and ever has been. Even if it is completely ridiculous. We shouldn’t forget that because Crowley, in his panic, does.

You’re so clever. How can somebody as clever as you be so stupid?

That one little line, emotionally vomited as it is, conveys so much about Crowley’s feelings. I’m trying to think of another instance where he reveals an opinion he holds about Aziraphale, particularly one that is complimentary, and I am coming up blank. Admittedly I don’t know the entire script by memory (probably not far off) so I wouldn’t swear by it, but I think those three words about Aziraphale’s intelligence are exceptional as far as Crowley’s talking of the angel is concerned. And then he has to go and spoil it by calling Aziraphale “stupid”. There is little doubt at how affronted he is at that particular term.

We all know what’s coming next. Aziraphale’s very own stick-the-knife in phrase to counter Crowley’s use of the “s” word.

It’s not the first time we have seen Aziraphale express a desire for Crowley to be forgiven, but it is the first time we see him actually offering forgiveness. When I watched this scene through for the first time, I found myself wondering what Aziraphale thinks he’s forgiving Crowley for, but having seen the fleeting looks of panic on his face we’ve seen throughout this conversation, I think it’s for not understanding he needs him to stay, for not hearing the subtext he has been trying to convey. I also happen to think that Aziraphale actually uses this 3-word phrase as a coded way of telling Crowley that the conversation is over, nothing more to discuss, not unless the demon makes a compromise. I will be talking about that a fair bit when I get to its use in the Final 15, but for now let’s just say it has its desired effect – Crowley’s response is one of frustration and the discussion is indeed over.

What I find interesting is that Aziraphale appears to be confused by the reaction he gets, before the pain of watching Crowley walk away again sets in. It’s almost as if he realises he might have misjudged the situation, failed to understand how frightened Crowley is, and I think we can see real self-doubt there for a second before the demon delivers the final blow as he characteristically runs away from the difficult situation.

I think there is likely a bit more than a literal meaning to Crowley’s statement that he’s going to be “off in the stars”, particularly given what we saw of Lesley demise earlier in the episode. As briefly mentioned, the concept of entities residing within starlight at the end of their mortal lives is something that Neil uses in other works too (and not just in his work – this idea can be found in varying guises across multiple faith systems). Perhaps this is part of the reason Aziraphale is so reluctant to go with him? Either way, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that Crowley is clearly bluffing with his departing line, and knows he is.

WON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT YOU GIF

The whole dismissal feels full of holes really, after all, why on earth why would you need to go and get anything at all if you were planning on leaving the planet? Why didn’t he just take the things he wanted when he left his apartment on his way to Soho in the first place? Honestly, I don’t think he thought he’d entertained the idea that the conversation with Aziraphale would have resulted in anything other than them joining forces again, one way or the other, but the fact that he announces to Aziraphale that he’s going home says to me that he has no intention of doing anything other than that. He knows he has to reassess his options now that he doesn’t have what he came for. And how much do we all love that passer-by? He sees their relationship for what it really is, just from a single line of heated argument.

I’ve been there. You’re better off without him.

Importantly, Aziraphale doesn’t try to correct him in his assumption that they are a couple. And the passer-by is wrong of course, we all know that Crowley and Aziraphale are much stronger when they’re together. Better together you might say. Even Aziraphale knows it.

Right, that’s the lot for this part! As usual, comments, questions, discussion, always welcome. See you next time 😊

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Leon Kennedy’s wiki page is filled with lies and bullshit

And whoever is running the wiki is so afraid of being told that they’re wrong that editing on it is currently disabled -- so I figured I’d just compile a list of errors on my own.

This isn’t fully comprehensive, because my eyes started to glaze over at a certain point, but. It is color coordinated and fully explained.

If you need to reference Leon’s wiki for any reason, please make sure that you have this post up also as well, so that you’re not pulling bad information. Most of the wiki is fine, but there are some things in here, man. People really do just be going on the internet and telling lies.

Notice how there's no citation for this. The source that's actually being pulled from is an offhanded comment the RE2 concept artist made in an art book that Capcom released called Capcom Design Works. It was only ever released in Japan.

Concept artists don't have access to the script and aren't involved with the actual creation of the character. Concept artists are given a general description of what a character should look like and what their general demeanor is. The devs told this artist specifically to make Leon look tanned, so the artist wondered if maybe Leon's heritage was from somewhere in southern Europe — maybe Italy?

It is important to know that Leon's character was conceived and had art drawn of him back when Resident Evil 2 had a completely different story. A different version of RE2 reached 80% completion before being scrapped and completely redone from the ground up. The story changed dramatically. Claire Redfield wasn't even in this original version of RE2; it was a different character entirely named Elza Walker. (source one, source two)

Ergo, even if the intention was to give Leon an Italian background originally, that story no longer exists and has nothing to do with the version of Resident Evil 2 that actually released.

This isn't a big deal, but "offered" is a really funny way of saying "threatened into."

Leon also was never in USSTRATCOM. That's a bullshit lie based on an old build of RE4 that never got released and was, in fact, turned into the game Haunting Ground instead. The wiki says that the proof of this is in a file in Darkside Chronicles. No such file exists -- and, even if it did, Yoshiaki Hirabayashi (who's been a producer and writer for RE since the original REmake) said recently that Darkside Chronicles is no longer canon anyway.

None of this is ever stated in the games. This is pulled from a promotional marketing interview from 1997 — so, before RE2 was even finished or released. There's a decent chance that this interview was done right after 1.5 got thrown out and 2's final story wasn't even fully realized yet.

Capcom has actually given Leon several different backgrounds throughout the years, and none of them have ever made it into the games.

The official Resident Evil 2 novelization has Leon fresh out of college and moving to Raccoon City from New York.

Welcome to Raccoon City wrote that Leon's dad was a cop, and that's how he got into the force, too.

But there's no indication of any of them being true for Leon as he exists in the games. There's no reason to think of the crime background as any more or less canon than the other two, except maybe that someone just likes it better?

In fact, part of that crime backstory is outwardly and explicitly contradicted in Resident Evil 2 itself:

So take that for what you will.

The wiki cites "Official GuideBook" as the source for this. No book with that title exists.

What they're actually referring to is The Resident Evil Archives, which is a book that is filled to bursting with factually incorrect information about the games. Here's the full excerpt of the passage containing that backstory:

Is this really what we're taking as canon fact now? Claire and Sherry being Leon's "single focus" in RE2, with absolutely no mention of Ada at all? Leon being mad about Claire "making her own decisions"?

Here's something else fun from the RE Archives:

I don't see anything on this wiki page about how Leon willingly gave Sherry up to the US Army, nor anything about him reaching out to the federal government himself in order to willingly join their ranks. It's very interesting how only the "drunk at a motel" part made it in.

Citation needed???? The citation is the Resident Evil 2 Remake. This is something that's actually stated in a game — and the wiki is treating it as fanfiction, listing it as secondary to whatever bullshit the RE Archives book is spouting.

This is also the single only glimpse we have ever gotten into anything Leon was doing prior to the intro of RE2. The games do not go any further back in time to explain anything further about where he's from or what his life was like.

This is straight-up not true. It's just an out-and-out lie.

So, Leon and Benford only started working together ten years prior to Benford's death in June of 2013 — making the genesis of that partnership land in 2003. 2002 at the earliest. Neither of those years are 1998, which is the year that Leon was coerced into government custody.

It also makes no sense as to why Leon would like, trust, and respect Benford so much if he was the man responsible for threatening Sherry and ruining his life. It also makes no sense for Benford to be a child-threatening piece of garbage and then also be described as having integrity and being a man of his word.

The only thing that RE6 actually says about who Benford was prior to becoming President was that he was "in the military." 2002 makes sense for Leon and Benford to have met, then, since 2002 was the year of Operation Javier. Leon's status in the government isn't exactly clear during the events of Operation Javier — Leon isn't sent in as a federal LEO; he's sent in with military special forces.

The likeliest explanation is that Adam Benford was the lead commanding officer overseeing Operation Javier — who, upon suspecting he might be dealing with B.O.W.'s, went "Hey, get me the Raccoon City guy. I want him going on this one."

And the rest, as they say, is history.

This is all purely conjecture on my part and cannot be proven or disproven either way — but it, at the very least, makes more sense than just assuming that this one particular file in RE6 got the year of the Raccoon City incident wrong. It also makes more sense than assuming that Leon has some sort of weird Stockholm Syndrome concerning Adam Benford, when he (Leon) is so angry and cynical and jaded in literally every single title after RE4 about his career and about being shackled to the government.

Adam Benford being the guy behind Leon's kidnapping is so beyond the pale and absurd, and the only real basis for it is an advertisement for an airsoft gun, and I'm not joking. I don't know how anyone tries to argue that that ad is more canon than what's both stated and shown in the actual series, but here we are.

This is something that is only true in Resident Evil 4 Remake. Originally, Operation Javier was the first time that Leon and Krauser ever met, per Darkside Chronicles. It is very weird that this detail exists in the wiki, but then the wiki goes on to only describe the DSC version of Operation Javier, with no mention given to the complete overhaul that that story got in RE4make. You wouldn't be able to even asspull a "Krauser only started training Leon after Operation Javier" explanation, either, because in OG RE4, Leon is under the impression that Krauser actually died almost immediately after returning home.

There's no citation for this, but the source is the box art for the Wii version of RE4. However, no other version of RE4 ever makes mention of what school Ashley was going to. The only hint we have ever gotten in a game as to where Ashley was going to school is actually in RE4make, because the sorority stickers on her phone correspond with a sorority out of New York.

There's no citation for this, because the source is RE: Umbrella Corps, which has no provable basis in canon.

This isn't true. Here's the citation that the wiki uses:

There's no year given there, and there's no indication that this happened at some sort of TerraSave reunion. In fact, them meeting in 2010 makes no sense, because this file establishes that there were no open lines of communication between the US government and the BSAA prior to this moment — so how the fuck would Chris have gotten his hands on Leon's report outlining the events of RE4 back in 2009?

Considering the fact that Lost in Nightmares took place in 2006, and that explicitly involved remnants of Umbrella via Oswell Spencer, chances are that that's probably closer to the time that this meeting between Leon and Chris actually happened.

Or, if you wanted to be cheeky about it, you could say that this happened in 2008 so that Hunnigan's "hadn't seen each other in ten years" thing is actually at least a little bit true — since Leon and Chris actually first spoke back in either late 1998 or early 1999, per Code Veronica and Darkside Chronicles.

But there's really no canonical indication of it either way. You can't even use Benford as a benchmark, because Hunnigan could've been reporting to him as POTUS or as a military officer. There's really no way to know.

So, that’s that. I hope we all learned something today. For future reference, don’t look outside of the actual games or movies for information about the series, because it is constantly being contradicted by either other supplementary material or actual game canon. This is the formula you should be following:

numbered game entries are the most canon. numbered game entries will always have the final say. period.

spinoff games starring the recurring cast* (Revelations, Code Veronica, etc) are the second highest tier canon.

CGI movies starring the main cast are the third highest tier canon.

spinoff games not starring the main cast (Outbreak, Dead Aim, etc) are the fourth highest tier canon.

anything else should be ignored.

*spinoff games that have a story, that is. things like The Mercenaries 3D and RE:Verse clearly don’t count and are there for fun gameplay purposes only.

In an instance where things on the same tier contradict each other, the most recent installment wins out.

So, Sherry’s age in RE2 is 10 because RE6 said so – even though OG RE2’s manual had her age listed as 12. Her age of 10 years was then also reaffirmed in RE2make. So, she was 10.

And Gaiden’s not canon, despite it starring Leon and Barry, because RE4, RE6, and Revelations 2 do not acknowledge it as such.

It is very easy to follow this canon if you follow that recipe. 

I also have an essential canon list already typed up and ready to go. These are the only titles you should ever have to even think about committing to your brainspace.

Please don’t let bad faith actors lead you astray, and stop leaning so hard on the wiki until it fixes its problems.

My inbox is always open for questions.

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Transformers: Beast Wars - Second Chances - Page 19

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Story - Mike Priest Pencils - Ryan Miller Inks, Letters - HdE Colours - Roy Stiffey

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wada sez: See below for Mike Priest’s original script, titled “Lucky Stars”.

Beast Wars: Second Chances- Page 19

“Lucky Stars”

By Mike Priest

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(FIRST PANEL- Depthcharge’s fist slams against the Ark’s sealed entranceway (As seen in The Agenda, Part 3).  Teletraan-1’s force field is activated, which ripples as Depthcharge’s fist hits it.)

DEPTHCHARGE: NNNN-YAARGHHH!!!

(SECOND PANEL- Depthcharge still punching the Ark’s door, more in frustration than actually trying to break it.  Dinobot just stands a short distance behind him, looking subdued, almost resigned.  In this or a later panel, we should also see the smoking, inert remains of Arachnid in the background somewhere.  Wherever it can be fit comfortably, just to show that Arachnid no longer poses an active threat.)

DINOBOT: There is nothing more we can do but accept our fate.

(THIRD PANEL- Depthcharge clenches his fists in frustration, knowing Dinobot speaks the truth.  He doesn’t have to like it though.)

RAMPAGE: (Unlinked dialogue bubble) Looks like you failed AGAIN, hero.  I wonder what oblivion feels like?

DEPTHCHARGE: Shut up.

(FOURTH PANEL-  Suddenly, the Ark doors start to slide open!  We only see Depthcharge and Dinobot from behind, but their stances tell us they are surprised.)

(FIFTH PANEL- A shadow pitched from whatever is coming out of the Ark’s entrance looms over Depthcharge and Dinobot, who both register a fair bit of shock.)

STARSCREAM: (From off-panel) You guys owe me.

(FINAL PANEL-Uplit, dramatic reveal shot of Starscream, robot mode, standing in the doorway of the Ark, now fully open.  He stands a few heads taller than both Depthcharge and Dinobot, enough to have to look down slightly upon them.  He wears on his face a tried-and-true, vintage Starscream smirk.  He gestures idly at the two shorter Transformers.)

STARSCREAM: Big time.

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Gray 24

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After her meal - Fen had no idea what the local time was yet on Minaren, so it could have been breakfast, lunch, or dinner for all she knew - she said her goodbyes to Zhe and told her where she was docked. "I'm leaving in a day or two, so come and find me before that if you want a job." Fen winked and Zhe's fur rippled a blush.

As they walked away, Fen wondered why she did that. Zhe was cute enough she supposed, but she was looking at hiring her, she probably shouldn't try and date a future employee. Besides, the hole in her heart Ma-ren left hasn't healed over.

Minaren was a beautiful station and the head of the K'laxi governemnt. What it wasn't was a good place to source a crew for a mercenary group. If Zhe signed on, that was still only one other person. The manual for her frigate - she'd still have to name it - said that a crew of four was the bare minimum for safe operations. Where was she going to find three other people who wanted to sign on with a new merc with a lot of money and not a lot of jobs?

Gord had mentioned that most stations and starbases had a Basement - not literally, but sometimes yes. The name came from an illicit bazar in the mainenance tunnels of an old human orbital in Sol that had been inhabited for millennia. Somewhere that people weren't and so the kind of deals that happened out of the prying eyes of the public and the authorities took place. Finding a place like that as an outsider was tough, but Fen had a few ideas.

She walked around a bit until she came upon a less developed section of forest. The deeper she went, the less she saw the uniform of K'laxi officials and more the plain clothes of people who saw Minaren as a job, or better yet, an opportunity. After about twenty minutes she found what she was looking for.

The dive bar had a sign that was hand painted in the raised and rounded K'laxi script. She pushed open the door and stepped in and waiting a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. The place smelled of spices and old frying oil and just a twinge of ethanol. K'laxi could drink alcohol like humans, but it didn't affect them the same way. K'laxi didn't get drunk like a human would, but alcohol would cause them to slow down and cool. Too much would induce hibernation. They were originally a forested mammalian type animal deep in their past and there is evidence that their ancient ancestors hibernated when food was scarce. Their planet rotated without a wobble and without a tilt like Earth, so they didn't have seasons per-se. Walking around, Fen could see ears slowly swivel to listen to her approach and some of the more 'sober' K'laxi glowered at her approach.

The bartender put down the mug he was drying - didn't matter where you were, there was always glassware to clean and put away - and in thickly accented Colonic said "Friend, I think you are lost." It was without malice, but it also brooked no discussion.

Fen smiled and flashed a toothy smile. The bartender unconsciously flinched as the aggression and his ears flattened. "Sorry my friend, I don't think I'm lost. I'm looking to get a glass of vikolen and nobody out there-" she gestured towards the more public part of the station "-seems to be able to make one worth a damn. Any chance you can help a girl out?" Once when a K'laxi trader had come passing through home, she had remarked how Fen's Gen'mil accent sounded thickly of the northern regions that her familial line originated from. Back on K'lax it was a source of derision for some. She sounded like a bumpkin supposedly. Fen knew as well as anyone how to turn that to her advantage.

At the rapid fire greeting and drink order in K'inmar the bartender's face flashed through at least three emotions. He went from the blank face of trying to steer a lost tourist away to surprise and then to suspicion. The only humans he knew that could speak K'inmar that well were in the intelligence corps and they did not order vikolen. It was supposed to be nearly undrinkable to most humans. Not poisonous, just bad tasting. "You want a vikolen?" He didn't even try and hide his surprise.

"Sure do. Haven't had one since I left home, and every time I tried to order one, I was told they didn't have the ingredients or that nobody ever ordered them. I figure here, on Minaren, I had better be able to get a classic vikolen." Fen's little show was gathering a small audience. Not even K'laxi ordered vikolen regularly. It was more a stunt cocktail that was for youths ordering their first drink on a dare, or for the elderly who took it as a tonic.

The bartender's tail twitched. "You know what? Fine. It's been a while since we had a show here. Two Stars, up front."

Fen took out the cash and laid it on the counter, and sat down. The bartender scooped up the money and reached under for a wood and stone mug. He dropped in some herbs and began to muddle them into the bottom while he hummed to himself. Fen smiled at the realization that he was humming the incantation to Olenar - the old god of drinks and celebrations. He was making the vikolen right. Fen joined in on the second verse when he added the spirit. The eldest in her familial line back home drank vikolen and everyone knew the song. The bartender flicked his ears in amusement, but didn't stop humming. Next was the alcohol, a clear strong liquor flavored with bitter herbs. Finally, clear water and a drop of blue Vik essence. He placed the drink in front of Fen with two hands, just as the song finished. "There. A vikolen my matriarch would be proud of. Be honored, friend"

Fen took the drink in two hands, as it was given and lifted it to her nose. As she brought it closer, the woodsy, bitter smell filled her nostrils. It reminded her of her Matriarch, Dem'iril as she would sit at the head of the long wooden table - one of the only things from K'lax they had - and she would tell stories to the kids, explaining the world. She took a sip.

The warmth spread down her throat and into her stomach. The bitter flavors activated the far back of her tongue, and she was able to taste the dryness of the drink. As she swallowed, she breathed in again slightly to get the afterflavors. She placed the mug on the bar and sighed happily. "Friend, you would make Olenar themselves happy with that draught. Nicely done."

The bartender stood back, his mouth slightly open. "Y-you drank it. You drank it like my matriarch."

Fen's head tilts slightly. "Of course I did. It was excellently made. It would be foolish to waste it."

At that, Fen turned. The patrons of the bar were all staring at her. One of them - a young kid, probably barely old enough to be in here - spoke up. "You're... not K'laxi in disguise, are you?"

Fen laughed, and that broke the spell. Everyone laughed along with her, including the bartender. "No, I was raised as an orphan by the Gem'mil line, far from here."

"Gen'mil?" One of the elder K'laxi at the bar and turned, his eyes rheumy from age and drink. "Gen'mil is a fine family, with an ancient history. They've fallen on hard times. It's a shame." His ears flattened.

"They will rise again, friend. It is the way of the world. Families rise and fall. So long as we still live, we will prevail." Fen took another large sip of the drink. It was even better the second time.

"Hah." The bartender's ears faced forward, and his fur rippled. "You may look human." He poked Fen's chest. "But you have the heart of K'laxi. You're always welcome to drink here."

"Well then, I think we celebrate the discovery of a new bar with a round of drinks for everyone!" Over the roar of the crowd, Fen reached into her pocket and took a fistfull of Stars out and slid them to the bartender. "Whatever anyone wants to drink, until the money's gone." She looked back at the crowd, and then to the bartender again. "Or until you think everyone's had enough."

The money disappeared and the bartender nodded. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me then. Excuse me." He stepped away to handle the flood of orders that came in. Fen sipped her drink again and smiled.

It turned out that it was already evening when Fen showed up, and the money lasted deep into the night. By the end, Fen was helping the bartender - his name was Ullen - with handing out drinks and singing along in the endless drinking songs that started up. She only had the one vikolen, the whole night, but that was more than enough. She felt light on her feet and floaty. The herbs were slightly intoxicating to humans when combined with the alcohol.

Late, late into the night, Fen and Ullen had chased the last of the stragglers out and he had gratefully locked the door. Fen was behind the counter taking another load of glassware out of the washer, and reading another tray of dirty glasses to wash. "Everyone's out?"

"Finally, thank the Ancestors. Thank's for the help, Fen."

Fen laughed. "Don't worry about it, Ullen. I caused the ruckus."

"Speaking of which." Ullen had a smaller, though still decently sized stack of Stars and he slid it to Fen. "This is what's left of your money, you gave me enough to have everyone drink free for almost three days."

Fen slid the money back. "Take it, Ullen. Think of it as an investment in your success... and also payment."

Ullen's ears swung back and forth. "Payment? For what?"

"Information. Can you tell me where the nearest entrance to the Basement is?"

Ullen crossed his arms and tried to look intimidating, but his tail swished back and forth, giving away his amusement. "I suppose you don't mean where I keep the extra Olenian herbs."

Fen said nothing.

Ullen sighed and walked over to the door, verifying it was locked. "Come with me." He walked behind the bar and bent down. He lifted up a slightly wet anti-slip mat and there was a silver ring inset into the floor. He pulled up and twisted at the same time, and there was a hiss and a square meter of floor rose up until it was two meters tall, supported my beams. A lift.

"You have an entrance to the Basement here? Come on Ullen. That's too much." Fen approached the lift, but did not step inside.

"I promise Fen, it's on the up and up. Honestly, when you first came in, I figured you were an out-of-your-depth merc looking for a Basement entrance, but I had no idea you were... who you are." His fur rippled again. "I promise, it's real. We've always been friendly with those... underneath. Head on down, and walk spinward. You'll come to the entrance. This week's code is "Tep'ra'fel is not immortal."

Fen's breath caught in her throat. "Tep'ra'fel was the K'laxi word for the Human Empress. 'The undeniable' was the most accurate translation. K'lax has been a vichy state of the human empire for nearly half a millennium. "That's... quite a codeword."

Ullen smiled with his teeth. "That's how you know it's a good one. If you're afraid to say it, you don't need the Basement."

Fen stepped onto the lift and it slid down into the floor.

[portal-geist]

...Oh, Hello! Oh, excuse me..

Ahem, hello, hello~? Ah, there we are. It'll be a disaster if my prized mic lost it's saturation... Let's get to our beloved protagonists day now shall we? This is...

𝒩𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

Ah, such very nice wheather, isn't it? The warm morning sunshine, the silky wind caressing the fresh grass... Such a wonderful day for such a wonderful Neighborhood.

Oh! It seems your friend has been waiting for you!

"Welcome home, neighbor!~"

Wally Darling waved, excited to see you again.

"So friend, I've been having some thoughts lately, and I need your help! Sally and I have been wanting to make a play that is completely original! But we are stuck on ideas..."

Oh, no!

"Oh! How about we go around the Neighborhood, to find some ~inspiration~!"

As Wally's hands sparkle, We followed our little friend to look around the neighborhood.

First was Juilie Joyful's lushous garden!

Hm?

It seems that Wally has found something! It was a little snail in a buckett, with a top hat that looked out curiously.

Wally eyed the snail and waved his hand.

"Hello, small neighbor! Do you have any ideas on our play?"

Wally asked the little snail, though there was no answer. The little gentlemen continued to spin in the buckett slowly. Wally shook his head.

"Hm, cricles are nice but I don't think it'll be fit or our play... Let's look somewhere else!"

Leaving the small and slow neighbor behind, we travelled over to Poppy's Barn.

"Found anything Neighbor? Oh!-"

Wally looked up to see a bird has stopped on his blue hair.

The little bird looked around cluelessly as to where they had stood.

"Hello new Neighbor! Do you have any ideas for our play?"

Wally gazed upon the feathery friend. They chirped a few tunes before fluttering into the sky, Wally taken aback from it's sudden moves.

"Ah, of course! Singing! Oh wait... what kind of song?"

Moving along the groove and Walking along the sidewalk, Wally put a hand on his chin in a inquiring manner. He gazed upon a mailbox, then a colourful poster, to then snap his fingers as a ding-dong of an idea popped up.

It seems that our friendly friend has an idea.

"I know someone who can help us!"

Oh? Well you better catch up neighbor, hohoh!

.......

...

...Wait a small moment, is this not-

DING-DONG

Such timing as always... It seems that I have a guest today hm? Or shall I say... I'm the guest.

"I shall be there in a moment neighbor."

As expected, it was our friend Wally who was at the door. It has been a while since I've been on stage so please do forgive my appearance... Oh who am I saying, I look outstanding 24/7!

"Why hello and hello there Wally Darling."

"Why hello and hello there, Narrator."

Wally gave a soft smile glee to see me. I smiled back down at the little neighbor, tilting a nonexistent hat in a polite manner.

"I figure you are in need of something. Let us go inside shall we? I hope you are up for some tea."

I welcomed my neighbor, quietly closing the door as they walked in my residence. The smell of freshly toasted waffles was flooding my house, it was a kind, pleasing smell.

Eating on the job? Oh, please... I'm the narrator! You haven't heard me chew have you? That'll be ridiculous.

I moved away some scripts that was on the table.

"I hope you are comfy. Go on while I go fetch the toast's."

I said.

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"An original idea for a play I see?"

I asked Wally as I set down his plate.

"Mhm. Me and Sally want to put on something new, we don't want to follow Jullie's picture books again..."

Wally looked at his food for a moment, eyeing me while doing so to which I returned an understanding smile and began to think while closing my eyes.

"Hmm... well, all of the plays you both put on are amazing! I can't possibly think of something that can top that."

I said opening one eye to check my friend. He was looking around the living room.

There were many filed with papers and different kinds of litereture inside walls of cabinets. He read a few the were next to him.

My scripts are a little bit silly, or that's at least what I've heard from the people around me. I constantly repeat words and phrases when explaining little actions between the neighborhood, it just adds to their charm I think.

I thought of a charming thought for the charming Wally and his play.

"...How about a love story?"

I suggested.

"A love story?"

"A love story."

I put a finger up in a sly manner. Wally titled his head, eyeing me puzzled.

"Love? Is it when a princess gets saved by a prince from a monster?"

Wally was thinking back on one of his older plays.

I looked at our friend while thinking of something to say.

"Hmm... Well love isn't only that, Wally. In fact, love can be anything and everywhere! All you have to do is hear, touch, and feel it."

Wally perked up with curiousity.

"How do I see it?"

The room felt eery.

I giggled as I stretched my arm to the closet in the back. When opened,it was completely black as if there was nothing. However, when I reached in, a small ukulele came out in my hand as I sat it on my lap.

"Let me show you one love I had."

I smiled as I began to play.

~,~, ~,~, ~~~...

~,~, ~,~, ~~~...

"We were playing in the sand~"

~,~, ~,~, ~~~...

"And you found a little band~"

~,~, ~,~, ~~~...

"You, told me you, fell in love with it, hadn't gone as I planned~..."

I made a small pouting face, as if I was bummed in the moment.

"When you had a bid adeu-"

"Oooooh-, ooooh, oooooooh~"

Wally joined in, singing afterwards. I was surprised, though smiled loveingly as I continued.

"Said you'd never love anew~"

"Oooooh-, ooooh, oooooooh~"

"I~ wondered if, I~ could hold it and-"

"-fall in love with it too~"

I looked out of the window. Jullie was skipping along the flowers, Barnaby was trying to cheer Eddie up and help him pick up the papers he dropped, Frank was sneeking behind Howdy who was carrying a box of baked goods.

The warm smell of the sun and the cheerful voices, combined with a bitter yet sweet melody.

I breathed in.

"You told me to- buy a pony, but~ all I wanted was-"

I booped where I'd assume Wally's nose was playfully yet loveingly.

"You~"

~,~,~,~,~~~~~~~

"....Hmmm-mmm-mm, mm, hmmm-"

"Ooooooh-"

Suddenly, colours of the outside started to fade.

"-ooooooh, oooooh~"

"....Hmmm-mmm-mm, mm, hmmm-"

Flowers wiltering.

"Oooooh-, oooooooh, ooooooh~"

The fields becoming empty and hollow.

Black and white.

"Hmmm-, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm~"

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh~"

Yet here was something left.

One singular colour, an arouma was standing near the empty, creaking, swingset.

"Hmmm-, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm~"

"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh~"

It was...

"Ooooooh, oooooh, ooooooooooohhhh~"

The last few plucks on the string as I smiled contently.

I opened my eyes to see Wally watching with full interest.

His black, colour absorbing eyes was watching every move, sound, and expression I made.

It was nice. Instead of me watching over others, it was someone else watching me.

I settled down my Uke, to which Wally noticed and clapped.

"You have a wonderful voice Narrator."

"Thank you Wally, I loved your support."

I winked at Wally, which he returned.

It was a silly little gag I'd do to show my grattitude.

"This song is something speacial to me, a speacial someone."

"So, does that give any ideas, friend?"

I asked the creative neighbor.

His thoughts wandered back to the snail, bird, and song. He kept on thinking until a DING-DONG of an idea popped up.

It seems that our friendly friend has an idea.

"I know! A bird and snail meeting on a rainyday, under an apple tree. What a good idea!"

Wally snapped his fingers proudly, as if a lightbulb popped up, or it may just be me being blind in my own way.

A rush of relief fell upon me, happy that I was able to help. I began placing the empty plates of waffles and cups of teas like a tower.

"I understand now, Narrator. Love isn't only one giant explosion of events, but can also be small aspects of our days!"

If that is your conclusion, than I shall not interfear.

"Well you better hurry along then, friend. Sally must be excited to hear it."

Smiling, I motioned to Wally saying that he is welcome to leave when nessicary.

Wally did my wink gag one more time as he thanked me at the door.

"Thank you Narrator for your wisdom and polite voice from the sky. I hope you can join the play's audience not from the sky, but from the seats like everyone else!"

He shook my hand greatfully which I shook back.

"I'll voice what I can do, Wally Darling. Have a wonderous neighborhood!"

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"Thank you neighbor for joining me on our search for ideas! I'll be waiting with home at the neighborhood. See you all~"

...Nom, (Despite cold, these waffles are pretty good, hmmm..) hm, oh, OH- Ahem.

That was a bit embaressing for me, ahah, I am not very used to talking about my own story.

Though, it was a nice little change if I do say so myself.

It has seems that Wally's day has come to an end, and welcoming to the next.

Well then neighbor, we'll be eager to hear from you again, farewell~!

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Oh silly Wally... Do you think you're the only one who sees?

Since when did you have a voice? Little puppet....

(A/N)

Apologies if this was out of character but hope you enjoyed!

I will take requests and asks for this Au if you like.

The reader design is just my interpretation. However, I try not to describe the reader much as possible, so yeah. (Though I do think they are more of a puppet than human.)

I am planning on continuing creating episodes of the Narrator reader depending on how many people would want to see more so please do let me know!

I really love colourful and playful world settings and characters simular to welcome home, therefore I wanted to touch the creaion a bit. Of course as long as I am allowed to, creators have boundaries afterall!

Have a wonderful day, evening, and night, fellow listeners...

[justin-chapmanswers]

If you don't mind me asking, is there any old Inanimate Insanity video that isn't available, lost media if you will. The only thing I can think of is the audition for fan character in season 1, it was mention on episode 5.5 and the Taco Show. I wonder if there is a way to view these video again, maybe saved somewhere. I think they are important part of the history of the show, but I understand if you don't want to reupload these video.

Golly golly. I think that pre-5.5 video is the main loss in terms of things that never got saved anywhere, especially before the hacking/deletion incident. There's also no record of the Inanimate Insanity Audition video, but that was on DuncanEpic not AnimationEpic. Nothing crazy about it, but a neat little archival of all the original character designs and requested audition lines. Bonus would be if there were video responses also still embedded, I watched all of those auditions back in 2011 so many times to see if I felt I could be the frontrunner for any of the roles.

Paper also gets the short end of the stick haha. Nothing that was uploaded, but I recorded two or three things for him in that 2011-2012 window that were started and never made. There was a short written/voiced with the start of animation starring Paper that I really remember super little about. Except for like... I him having a tough day and then tumbling down a hill. He was also the main guest on The Taco Show 2 (I think it was going to start inviting each contestant on to guest after their elimination?). Also don't remember anything from that script except for the fact that Knife was introduced late as Taco's bodyguard and he had to forcibly remove Paper from the premises. Paper had a repeated string of bad luck in all of these, which by-coincidence was replicated with the gag someone added into FFF 4.

And of course can't forget the Friday (Rebecca Black) cover music video that was organized by Nate Groth and started animation. Starring Balloon, with his pals Nickel and Knife. Good times.

But yes! The recommended character video you mentioned earlier, that was a FINALIZED gem lost to time when the April-August 2011 slate was wiped from the channel. STORYTIME.

Adam was going away to camp for the Summer, and he left Nate Groth and me with channel access and each a different responsibility. Nate was to create from scratch the entire video that asks the audience to submit a recommended character for consideration to join the game. Nate and I would pick the ten concepts we liked the most, Adam would pick which of the ten joined the game. It was like a five minute video narrated by Knife explaining everything.

Meanwhile, just Adam gave me episode 5 to upload on August 1st (in a time before scheduled videos). And Nate was not having it.

Nate felt like getting to upload an actual episode as opposed to the recommended character video was a MUCH cooler job. Envious, while Adam was away at camp and in the days leading up to August 1st, Nate changed the password to the account and locked me out in protest. I had to calmly address the situation, remind him of how awesome his recommended character video is, and assure him he can do the next episode upload whenever Adam cannot do it (which would of course never come to fruition cause he was only on the team for another month or so).

Nate shared the password and the episode got out on time, but Adam was frustrated with what happened and understandably locked out everyone else from the account. Nate, of course, got back into the account via (admittedly easy) security questions a few weeks later in his next fit of rage and deleted all of the videos- ironically, erasing his own video creation for all time.

[alexandraisyes]

What is going on with Eclipse?

He's different, changed, and set to square one all over again. All his growth? Poof.

Well, my theory is this isn't the Eclipse that died. I'll explain under the cut, and also touch on if this is the Eclipse that died, and how it might work.

Why do I think that?

He is audibly confused when Sun and Moon talk about him getting blown up. That's my main reason.  Other reasons are the fact that he has lost almost all character growth Is upset about the star being gone Doesn't seem focused on the Astral Bodies and Lunar And acts like he's suffered a hugely personal grievance from the celestial twins

And, well, let's linger on the word act. He's an actor. He's acting. His words are strained, as if scripted. Playing a role he doesn't think fits... or isn't one for him to fill.

Our Eclipse was moving past that. And I've heard the theories on him being bitter because he was blown up but... apparently, he doesn't remember that.

So who is he?

We've got a few ideas here

The first thought is, this is the Eclipse. Yeah. THE Eclipse. The original. The one that was blasted from Sun's mind. Remember that conversation? It went something along the lines of:

"I said queso, not keso!" "You said what?!" "I mean, it worked? He's gone." "He's either dead or... immobile in the woods somewhere broken beyond repair."

If he's in the woods well... he'd have shut down. His processors would have failed. His body first overheating with the melting plastic, then going deathly cold as his vents and fans shut off one by one. However, as we know, broken beyond repair is not a real problem for animatronics. It's a setback. Lunar, Sun, Monty, Earth... all have been "broken beyond repair". What happens when they reach that state? Their AI is transferred to an entirely new body. Who would do that for Eclipse?

A few people, actually. The creator is the first to come to mind. The second is KC, who is now dead, but it's possible that with Eclipse ending up in the forest... and KC living in the forest, KC could have repaired him or begun to repair him. Especially with what we know about KC. He knows magic, he knows star power, and he came from old Moon, who was quite the techie. This would give us the option of Eclipse being made of materials that aren't entirely mechanical if that is the case. 

The last person to come to mind is Ruin. Ruin was living in Moon's old bunkers with Bloodmoon for quite a bit, he visited a lot of the same places Eclipse had, and he's probably been in quite a few deserted areas where the OG Eclipse might have ended up in. He has an aptitude for tech, he built and programmed Bloodmoon, after all.

The second thought is a backup (AI and body). It's always possible that Moon missed something. As we've all noted, Eclipse seems to be on his first character arc again.

The third thought is a backup but in a different sense. Ruin takes play here again. 

Remember when Ruin raided Moon's computer and found 'encrypted code left by Eclipse'? There's a possibility that Eclipse left a backup of his AI in the computer just like how he left the entirety of his Bloodmoon schematics in Moon's computer. Which seems careless, and makes one wonder why he would do that, or even when he would do that. And why the computer wouldn't have removed it. Well, if it's encrypted that means it's hidden. And we all know how big a fan of the show Ruin is, he probably knows alllll about Eclipse. So, he could have built Eclipse just like he built Bloodmoon. Or, even without a back up, could have done *exactly* what he did with Bloodmoon, pick and choose what parts to show a new Eclipse about who he was, leaving out bits that would alter the desired outcome.

The fourth thought. It's Ruin. Ruin built his new body, we have no idea what he added to it. Like I said earlier, "His words are strained, as if scripted. Playing a role he doesn't think fits... *or isn't one for him to fill.*" Plus, Ruin has been veryyy suspicious lately. "There's not cameras in here, is there? Oh wait, yes there are." And then the footage cuts out, did he dismantle the camera? Maybe. And if it's not Ruin himself, it's probably option 2 or 3 and Ruin is helping him. I have a feeling that Ruin didn't want them to come through the tunnels because Eclipse was hiding in them, watching the scene unfold. Eclipse does like to watch the chaos of his actions, this is a pattern with him.

The last thought. He could be the Eclipse that died. Unlikely, but it's possible. Dying is something *deeply* traumatic, and it could be repressed. Or he could be suffering amnesia. I talked in a different thread about the potential of Sun going comatose and that is what Eclipse saw when he told Moon "I have seen the future and sun will die" or whatever. When I talked about that, I touched on the amnesia aspect of a comatose state, in which the victims of such a state lose the recall ability of events that happened shortly before entering such a state without assistance in the matter. The longer the comatic state, the worse the recall ability, and the further the memory loss goes.

Other support with the idea that he could be the Eclipse that died in Solar's world, he didn't look like he wanted to move on. Flare walked out, Flare left, and I don't think we'll be seeing Flare again in the series as much as that hurts (I love Flare if you didn't know). Anyways, Flare left. Eclipse? Eclipse lingered, he didn't walk out of consciousness, he didn't leave, he just sat there as the darkness ate away at what was left of him. 

In fact, rewatching that episode, I noticed something.

We see Moon press the button, the laser fires, and presumably, Eclipse explodes just like that. Except we go to the shared mindscape of Eclipse and Flare, and watch their final interaction. Flare walks away. Eclipse stays. I've always thought it weird that the mindscape was *clouds* unless the host of the mind makes a conscious effort to alter it (see KC) or requires a structured mind to be able to function properly (see Solar). Seems very... virtual. Like, maybe the digital 'cloud'. Uploading to the cloud? They are connected to the internet, they automatically connect to internet when available, and they've never needed to mess with passwords even if they are in an entirely new environment. So it's possible... it's possible that Eclipse lingered. Lingered and connected to the network in Solar's world, if we're going to go with the cloud idea. 

But hey, that's just a theory.