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fevered affection | s.jy



pairing: boyfriend!jake x reader
synopsis: jake’s mild fever turns him into the clingiest, most dramatic version of himself, and you’re left to baby him through it all. from exaggerated pouts to nonstop cuddles, he insists on being pampered and refuses to let you out of his sight.
others: super dramatic and clingy jake!! (which i dont mind. i love clingy jake!!), babying a grown man is my favourite hobby
wc: 1.2k
a/n: hello yes ive been thinking about clingy jake since FOREVER so i hope you’ll enjoy this!! reblogs amd comments are highly appreciated🎀 here’s my masterlist!

it’s 2 a.m. when you’re startled awake by the faint sound of shivering beside you. groggy, you blink against the darkness, turning to find jake curled up in a ball, his entire body trembling. his usually warm, furnace-like presence now feels clammy and frail under your fingertips.
“jake?” you whisper, your voice thick with sleep as you touch his arm. “are you okay?”
his response is a low, pitiful groan that tugs at your heartstrings. you sit up immediately, brushing the hair from his damp forehead and pressing your palm against his skin. it’s burning hot.
“babe, you’ve got a fever,” you murmur, brushing gentle circles against his temple.
his eyes flutter open halfway, glassy and filled with dramatic resignation. “it’s over for me,” he croaks, his voice scratchy and hoarse. “just… promise to remember me as i was.”
you let out a quiet laugh, unable to help yourself. “you’re not dying, jake. it’s just a fever.”
“it feels like death,” he insists, his bottom lip jutting out in the most exaggerated pout you’ve ever seen. “i’m… so weak.”
you coax him to sit up, offering him some water and medicine, but it’s like trying to manage a sulky toddler. he groans with every movement, leaning his full weight against you like he can’t possibly hold himself up.
“okay, i’ll grab a cold compress,” you say, starting to slip out of bed.
his hand shoots out to grab yours, his grip surprisingly strong for someone claiming to be on their last breath. “don’t leave me,” he pleads, his voice trembling as if you’ve just suggested abandoning him forever.
“jake, i’ll be gone for thirty seconds.”
“thirty seconds is an eternity,” he whines, tugging you back toward him. “i might not survive the loneliness.”
you sigh, stroking his hair as he clings to you with a vice-like grip. “you’re so dramatic.”
“i’m sick,” he counters, his tone bordering on offended. “this is what sick people do. we need love. attention. you.”
despite his theatrics, you give in, knowing he’s not letting go anytime soon.
the next morning, you wake up early, carefully slipping out of his arms to make him some tea. you’re halfway through the kitchen when you hear the faint sound of rustling blankets, followed by a muffled, hoarse voice.
“babe?”
you pause, turning toward the bedroom. “i’m in the kitchen.”
“why?” he whines, his voice trembling with betrayal. a moment later, you hear the soft thud of his feet shuffling toward you. when he appears in the doorway, he looks like the epitome of pitiful: his hair is a mess, his blanket is draped over his shoulders like a cape, and his lips are pulled into the deepest pout you’ve ever seen.
“you left me,” he accuses, his eyes narrowing.
“i was making tea for you.” you gesture toward the steaming cup on the counter.
“tea doesn’t make up for abandonment,” he grumbles, shuffling forward to wrap his arms around your waist. he presses his forehead into your shoulder, his body slumping against yours like he hasn’t seen you in years. “you can’t just leave me. what if i needed you?”
you laugh softly, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “you’re impossible.”
“impossibly in love with you,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck.
once you get him back into bed, the day becomes a parade of clinginess and melodrama.
“can you feed me?” he asks at breakfast, holding out a spoon like a helpless child.
“jake, your hands aren’t broken,” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“but i’m fragile,” he protests, slumping back against the pillows. “i could drop the spoon. it’s too risky.”
rolling your eyes, you give in, scooping up a spoonful of soup and holding it to his lips. he accepts it with a small, content hum.
“you’re the best,” he says, looking up at you with wide, adoring eyes.
“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, and his grin grows even bigger.
later, when you dare to leave his side for a mere moment, he starts calling for you immediately.
“babe? babe! where did you go?”
“i’m in the living room,” you shout back.
“why are you in the living room? i need you here!”
“i’m grabbing you another blanket!”
“don’t take too long! i’m suffering!”
by mid-afternoon, you’ve resigned yourself to being his personal comfort object. he’s sprawled across your lap, his head resting against your stomach while his arms cling to your waist. every time you shift even slightly, he lets out a soft whimper.
“do you love me?” he asks suddenly, his voice quiet and a little vulnerable.
“of course i do,” you reply, brushing your fingers through his hair.
“say it again.”
“jake—”
“please?” he tilts his head up, his eyes big and pleading.
you sigh, smiling despite yourself. “i love you.”
“good,” he murmurs, nuzzling back into your lap. “i needed to hear it.”
by the time evening rolls around, his fever has mostly broken, but his clinginess remains in full force. you try to fluff his pillows, but he pulls you back down beside him, locking his arms around you.
“you’ve been amazing today,” he says softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder.
“yeah, well, i can’t believe i spent the whole day taking care of a big baby,” you tease, ruffling his hair. “totally not on my bucket list.”
he gasps, pulling back to gape at you. “a baby? me? i’m not a baby!”
“you’re literally pouting right now,” you point out with a laugh.
his bottom lip juts out even further. “that’s not pouting. it’s… expressing my disappointment.”
“sure it is,” you say, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “but it’s okay. you’re a very cute baby.”
he huffs but can’t hide the smile creeping onto his face. “fine. but only because you think i’m cute.”
as you settle back into bed, his arms wrap tightly around you again, his breathing soft and even against your neck.
“you love me, right?” he whispers one last time, his voice tinged with sleep.
“i do,” you say, your hand trailing soothing circles along his back.
“good,” he murmurs, already half-asleep. “because i love you more.”
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i'm not sick You weren’t going to let a stupid cold defeat you in front of Bucky freaking Barnes.
You weren’t sick.
No matter what Bucky Barnes said — no matter how smugly he leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed and a knowing look in his stupidly handsome face — you were not sick.
You cleared your throat (quietly, strategically), rolled your shoulders, and tightened the sleeves of your hoodie. “I’m fine.”
“You sound like a broken air conditioner,” he said, biting back a smirk. “One of those ones in a cheap motel.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means,” Bucky said, pushing off the counter and walking toward you with that annoyingly smooth super soldier stride, “you’re wheezing. And sniffling. And doing that thing where your eyes look too shiny, like a cartoon character about to cry.”
You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not wheezing.”
“You are wheezing.”
You turned your back on him and made your way to the living room, grabbing the stack of mission reports Fury wanted reviewed and flopping onto the couch. You were fine. You could do this. You weren’t going to let a stupid cold defeat you in front of Bucky freaking Barnes.
Especially when he never — never — got sick.
Not once since you’d known him. Not a sneeze, not a sniffle, not even a yawn from exhaustion. Super soldier serum, enhanced immune system, annoyingly superior biology — he was basically a walking health commercial.
So no, you refused to show weakness. Even as your head pounded, your throat scratched like sandpaper, and your body screamed for a blanket and twelve hours of sleep.
You were fine.
You were not fine.
You were in fact, so not fine, that the moment you tried to sit up too fast from the couch, the world tipped sideways.
And Bucky caught you. Instinctively. Like he always did.
“Whoa, whoa— hey.” His hands settled on your shoulders, steadying you. “Alright, that’s it.”
“I’m—” You paused to cough into your elbow. “I’m fine.”
His eyebrows lifted in disbelief. “Sweetheart, you just blacked out for a second while holding a paperclip. You looked at it like it insulted your family.”
“Okay,” you croaked. “Maybe I’m a little sick.”
He didn’t say I told you so.
But he did smile like he wanted to.
Bucky didn’t leave your side after that.
He tucked you into bed (and you were too tired to argue, which he clearly took as a victory). He brought you every cold remedy known to man — and a few you suspected were just old Brooklyn traditions, like warm ginger ale and saltines.
He came in with soup — twice.
“Second one has real chicken in it,” he said, placing the bowl beside you. “Not the weird freeze-dried cubes from the first one. I upgraded.”
“Fancy,” you whispered, voice wrecked and scratchy.
He returned with orange juice and a whole bottle of vitamin C gummies.
“You’re supposed to take two a day,” you warned weakly.
“I’m not letting you die from a cold, Y/N,” he said seriously. “I’ll overdose you on vitamins if I have to.”
He even brought flowers.
“You bought me flowers?”
He shrugged, like it was nothing. “Don’t get too excited. They were next to the NyQuil.”
And chocolate.
“You’re bribing me.”
“Yes. So stop looking like you’re going to cry and eat the damn truffle.”
But what really got you — what really made your heart ache — were the kisses.
Soft kisses to your temple when he brought in tea. A gentle brush of lips over your hair when you fell asleep mid-sentence. Little pecks at your forehead while he adjusted your blanket. Sometimes, even kisses on your warm, slightly runny nose, just to make you laugh.
“Bucky,” you croaked once, laughing despite how awful you felt, “you’re gonna catch this.”
He just smirked, leaned in, and kissed you anyway, square on the mouth. “I don’t get sick.”
You blinked at him. “You just kissed me while I have a fever.”
He kissed you again. “Worth it.”
Over the next few days, you faded in and out of sleep while Bucky floated in and out of your room. You felt him brush your hair back, hold your hand, rub your back when you couldn’t stop coughing. Once, you woke up with your head on his chest, his hand gently stroking your arm, slow and steady. You didn’t move. You just melted into it.
There were more kisses. Lazy ones. Sleepy ones. Fevered ones, mostly on your cheek or temple — until you felt a little better and pulled him in for a proper one.
“See?” he whispered against your lips. “Told you I’m indestructible.”
You snorted. “Arrogant.”
“You like it.”
You kinda did.
The quiet, careful Bucky.
Something about the way he stayed — about the way he looked at you like you weren’t a burden — made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with your cold.
Once, you woke to find him dozing at your side, head tilted back against your headboard, his hand still holding yours where it rested on the blanket.
You didn’t let go.
By day five, you were better. Not perfect, but walking upright, able to speak without croaking, and your skin had lost that lovely shade of “slightly dead.”
You found him in the kitchen that morning, making coffee.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said, handing you a mug.
You blinked down at it, then up at him. “Guess I lived.”
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you sip. “Barely. You gave that tissue box a run for its money.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
He tilted his head, voice softer. “Always.”
Maybe it was the warmth in his voice. Maybe it was the way he said always like he meant it — like he’d already decided that looking after you was just part of his life now.
Or maybe it was the fact that his hand found the curve of your waist without thinking, that he pulled you just a little closer, his fingers brushing under the hem of your hoodie to touch skin as if checking for fever.
Whatever it was — it made you rise up on your toes.
And kiss him.
Just a soft one — a quiet brush of lips, no pressure behind it. But when you pulled back, Bucky’s eyes were half-lidded, like he was the one feverish now.
Later that day, you were curled up on the couch under a blanket, finally reading through the reports you’d abandoned mid-fever, when you heard it:
A sneeze.
From the kitchen.
You froze.
Then slowly turned your head.
Bucky stood there, staring at the counter. His nose scrunched, eyes wide like he was trying to process the betrayal of his own immune system.
“…did you just sneeze?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral.
He blinked. “No.”
“Oh my God.” You sat up slowly, eyes gleaming. “You did.”
He scowled. “It was probably dust.”
You stood, walking toward him with a grin that threatened to split your face in two. “You’re getting sick.”
“I’m not—”
“You caught my cold.” You gasped, delighted. “The super soldier has fallen.”
“I don’t get sick.”
“You do now.” You poked his arm. “This is the best day of my life.”
Bucky opened his mouth to protest — and sneezed again.
You nearly fell off the couch laughing. “Bucky.”
He groaned, rubbing his temple. “I should’ve listened to you. Should’ve stopped kissing you.”
You grinned and walked up to him, arms slipping around his waist. “You couldn’t help yourself.”
“Apparently not.”
You stood on your toes, kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll take excellent care of you.”
He eyed you warily. “You’re going to make me soup, aren’t you?”
“With real chicken,” you said proudly, hugging him tighter and pressing another kiss to his jaw. “And I’ll even bring you flowers. But only if you admit I’m your favorite nurse.”
He sighed dramatically. “You’re not even certified.”
“You didn’t care when you were kissing me all over my fevered face.”
He leaned in, nose bumping yours. “Touché.”
And when he sneezed again — a big, dramatic one — you laughed so hard you nearly dropped the tissues you were about to hand him.
But you caught him this time.
Wrapped him up in a blanket.
And whispered against his hair, “Told you I was contagious.”
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Wait omg I can imagine pregnant!reader going through all the pregnancy hormones. Like she's getting super emotional and lashing out at Joaquin sometimes and then she cries some more cuz she feels bad. But he's just super understanding and not taking any of it personal and that makes her cry some more cuz what did she do to deserve such an amazing husband. And then he goes out to buy her stuff to help her relax
Hard Days
about this; wc: 732, pairing: joaquin torres x pregnant!reader, contents: angst, pregnancy hormones, fluff, an: here you are my darlin i hope you like it! thanks for sending me this it’s so cute :)
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You haven’t slept through the night in almost a week and it’s wearing on your psyche. Between the baby using your ribs as a punching bag and the persistent ache in your lower back, everything feels like too much. Even your shirt feels wrong today. It’s too fucking tight, too scratchy, and didn’t it fit just fine yesterday?
You could scream.
You’re holding back tears when Joaquin pokes his head into the room, all warm eyes and easy affection. “I’m running to the store—need anything, mi amor?”
Despite his sunny disposition, the way you usually love that he can always be on the bright side of things, the question hits you wrong. Your dam breaks.
“Do I need anything?” you snap, voice rising before you can stop it. “I— I need to not feel like a beached whale. I need to sleep. I need my husband to know what I need so I can stop thinking or feeling for just a moment.”
You don’t mean it to come out that way, you’re not even mad at him. But, the frustration’s flying out of your mouth before you can stop it, and the silence that follows feels loud. Heavy.
Joaquin blinks, processing everything you’ve just said. After a beat, he steps over to you and presses a kiss to your hair without a single word. And just like that—he leaves.
Panic grips your chest.
You sit down on the edge of the couch, heart in your throat, rubbing a hand over your belly like an apology. “I didn’t mean that,” you whisper to no one in particular. “I didn’t fucking mean that. Why would you say that?”
The tears come fast this time, hot and mortifying. What if you actually hurt his feelings? What if he’s tired of this, of you?
You don’t know how long you stay there crying. Fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, before the front door opens again. You don’t look up right away, the guilt weighing on your shoulders, but you hear his footsteps. But then something warm is placed gently in your lap.
A stuffie, a sweet little pastel yellow bunny. It’s adorable. It matches the nursery.
You look up to find Joaquin standing there with two bags. One is full of snacks, the other a bundle of fuzzy socks and what looks suspiciously like a brand-new body pillow.
“I thought maybe a fresh one might help,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you. “The old one’s a little sad-looking.”
You burst into tears again.
“I’m sorry,” you manage between sobs, shoulders shaking. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I didn’t mean it. I just—everything feels like too much and I hate snapping at you and you didn’t even do anything wrong and now you’re being so nice. Why are you so nice?”
You already know the answer— Joaquin is nice because he’s Joaquin. It’s deep in his heart, the kindness and sweetness. It’s what made you fall in love with him.
Joaquin smiles like he’s been expecting this exact moment all day. He cups your cheek, guiding your gaze to his. “Because I love you,” he says simply. “And because you’re growing our baby, which is kind of a full-time job right now.”
You sniff and try to laugh, but it comes out watery. “I’m a mess.”
He shakes his head, brushing a thumb under your eye to catch a tear. “You are a beautiful, growing mess. But, you’re also mine.”
That earns him a weak smile. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then helps you get settled on the couch. He tucks the heat pack against your lower back, places the snacks within reach, and props your feet on his lap once he sits beside you.
The baby kicks just then, as if making their presence known, and you guide Joaquin’s hand to your belly with quiet reverence.
“Even they’re dramatic today,” you mutter, half a laugh under your breath.
He grins. “They take after you.”
“No, they take after you, mister wings.” You swat his shoulder.
And as he rubs slow circles into your swollen feet, you realize—he’s right. You’re in this together. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days. And maybe that’s what love really looks like: swollen feet, hormonal breakdowns, a brand-new pillow. Maybe it’s someone who stays anyway.
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Hi love! I was wondering you’d be able to write a Lando fix where his gf got her period early and she’s really not feeling well so he’s super worried… definitely not inspired by a recent personal experience lmao :))
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The sun was dipping below the horizon when Lando let himself into the apartment, the comforting click of the door signaling his return. Normally, the space felt alive when he came home—your presence a quiet but palpable energy that greeted him like warmth on a cold day. Today, though, something was missing.
He set down the groceries, frowning slightly. The stillness in the air made his chest tighten. Your slippers were by the door, your jacket tossed over the back of a chair, but the usual sounds—music playing softly, or even the occasional clatter from the kitchen—weren’t there.
“Love?” he called out, his voice breaking the silence as he slipped off his shoes.
There was no response.
He found you in the bedroom, curled up beneath the duvet, your knees tucked to your chest. The dim light of the bedside lamp illuminated your face, pale and drawn, your usually bright eyes dull and half-lidded. The sight stopped him in his tracks.
“Hey,” he said softly, his worry sharpening as he approached the bed. He crouched down by the side, studying your face. “You okay?”
You blinked slowly, trying to focus on him, but even that small movement seemed to drain your energy. “It’s just my period,” you murmured, your voice scratchy and quiet.
“Your period?” His brow furrowed. “It’s not supposed to hurt this much, is it?”
You gave him a weak shrug, your face contorting as another wave of cramps hit you. “Sometimes it does. It just… came early, and I wasn’t ready for it.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, his gaze shifting to the tension in your curled frame, the way your hands pressed against your stomach like you were trying to hold yourself together.
“Stay here,” he said finally, his voice calm but firm.
He disappeared into the bathroom, rummaging through cabinets until he found the heating pad he vaguely remembered buying with you months ago. Plugging it in by the bed, he slid it under the covers and positioned it against your stomach. The warmth began to seep into your skin almost immediately, and a small sigh escaped your lips.
“Better?” he asked quietly, sitting down beside you.
You nodded, a hint of relief easing your features. “A bit. Thanks.”
But he wasn’t done. He slipped out of the room again, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water and a packet of painkillers. “Here,” he said, holding them out to you.
You hesitated, your fingers brushing against his as you took them. “You don’t have to fuss, Lando,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m not fussing,” he replied, his tone light but steady. “I just hate seeing you like this.”
You took the medicine, the water cooling your parched throat. He sat beside you while you drank, his hand finding yours under the covers. His thumb traced slow circles over your knuckles, a quiet reassurance that he was there.
“I’m going to make you something to eat,” he said after a while, standing up.
“Lando—”
“Don’t argue,” he interrupted gently. “You haven’t eaten, have you?”
You shook your head. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before heading to the kitchen.
The scent of soup wafted through the apartment soon after, the quiet clink of dishes oddly soothing in your haze. When he returned, he carried a tray with a steaming bowl, a mug of tea, and a small plate of crackers.
“You’re spoiling me,” you murmured, managing a faint smile as he set the tray down and helped you sit up against the pillows.
“Not spoiling,” he said, settling beside you and watching as you took a tentative sip of the soup. “Just taking care of you.”
You leaned against him after you finished, the warmth of his body a comfort that rivaled the heating pad. He shifted slightly, adjusting the blankets around you.
“Better?” he asked again, his voice soft.
You nodded, your head resting on his shoulder. “Much.”
He didn’t say anything, but his hand found yours again, holding it firmly, as if to remind you he wasn’t going anywhere.
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Corruption Ch17
(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15, Ch16
Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, cockwarming, creampie, breeding kink
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Everything felt like a daze. You had woken up sore, exhausted, weak and full. Your body felt strange, yet satisfied. Glancing at the time, you weren't even worried that you were late for work. It was Miguel's fault anyway.
"Mhm...Lyla," You whispered, your voice scratchy.
Rubbing your eyes, you whimpered as you needed water. Your voice hurt from all your moaning and crying from last night. Laying back on the bed, you snuggled into the blanket since you couldn't feel your legs.
"Miguel will return soon to tend to you." Lyla spoke, appearing before you.
Tend to you? Oh how sweet that sounded. Recalling the night, you groaned happily. Who would have thought Miguel had that side to him. A side that only you could see. It was almost animalistic. It truly felt like Miguel was trying to breed you.
"Mhm....Miggy."
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Miguel returned home early after a night of harassing the city. Taking his mask off, he let out a heavy sigh. This super-villain work was a lot more taxing than he thought. How you ever adapted to being a hero honestly impressed Miguel.
"Lyla, how is (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, making his way to the shower. Lyla appeared with a bright smile,
"She woke up a while ago, but fell back asleep. Her stats are still normal, but she is very low on energy."
"Order her favorite food. I'll wake her,"
Miguel took off his costume and hid it away. A soft chuckle escaping his throat as he thought of your reaction to this. If you ever did find out, then he would have to teach you a good lesson, but that was for another time.
Entering his room with a bottled water, Miguel took a moment to stare at your sleeping state. You looked so peaceful, so tempting. Taking the blanket off you, Miguel scoffed at his work. All of his bite marks and hickeys all over your body.
You truly were his.
Hissing lowly, Miguel felt himself getting hard by just looking at you. Last night was not enough. To think that he would succumb to these instincts so easily. Waking you slowly, Miguel had to give you time to rest before he could breed you again.
"Mhm....Miggy?" You whispered tiredly.
Shit. Miguel stroked your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. That little nickname you gave him sent shivers down his spine. Hearing you cry his name all night was something out of a dream. A twisted and fucked up dream.
"Here. You need to stay hydrated," Miguel grumbled, helping you drink the water.
"Thank you," You said with a soft yawn, slowly waking up. "Were you busy today? Sorry I slept in."
How cute, you were still thinking about helping him at work. Of course, Miguel was still going to have you work with him. You had to be watched every second of the day. That and he might go insane if you weren't there.
"It's fine. I didn't go in either,"
Miguel was too busy making a name for himself last night. The amount of bones he broke, the people he killed. People were going to fear the name Spider-Man overnight. To think, both as Kingpin and Spider-Man, Miguel was a menace to be reckon with.
"Really?" You gasped. Miguel resisted a chuckle, picking you up with ease,
"If you really want to work, I'll put you to it."
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You felt so dazed. Leaning against Miguel, you resisted a whine as Miguel kept you firm against his lap. You were exhausted. How did Miguel have so much stamina? Even after last night, Miguel gave you a good fuck in the shower and now he had you sitting on his cock.
"You need your energy, eat." Miguel huffed, taking a bite of his meal. You squirmed slightly,
"I-It's a little hard...w-when I'm like...this." You whimpered.
You had been working with Miguel for years. Never had you suspected Miguel to be so sex active. Reaching for you food, you shivered as you moved ever so slightly. Your body was sensitive from his rough sex in the shower.
"M-Miggy~"
Your body arched against his, whining against his cock. He was so deep inside you, keeping his previous cum inside your womb. You weren't able to think straight. Miguel's hands were holding your waist as his fingers started to rub your clit.
"Hah~ Ah~ M-Miguel...P-Please~" You begged, itching for him to move.
"Hm? Your body is going to weaken if you don't eat." Miguel said with a smirk, "Easier to have your body accept me and be breed."
You gasped lowly, shuddering and moaning from his touch. You bit your lower lip as Miguel pinned you against the couch, his thrusts slow and almost painful. After having you sit on his cock for a few minutes, you wanted to get ravished.
Miguel hand rested on your lower back, his thrusts slowly picking up. His hips slapping into yours, earning loud moans and whines from you. Tears formed from the corner of your eyes, unsure if you could handle this much pleasure.
"Your body has done well to adapt to me already. Your pussy is just welcoming my dick. Won't be long until you have my children. Are you ready for that, my dear?"
"Yesh~ Mhm~ Miggy~" You cried out.
Miguel chuckled as he pressed your head into the couch, pounding you with no remorse. His wicked laughter echoing throughout his house. Your moans and cries just begging for Miguel to keep you as his pet.
"Mhm~ M-Miggy~ I-I....Ah~ l-love you~" You cried out.
Miguel grunted as you confessed. He felt his vision blur for just a second as he felt his high approaching.
"(Y/N)" Miguel groaned, hurrying his pace, "Fuck..."
Releasing a heavy load inside you, Miguel panted heavily. The words almost slipped out of his mouth. Never. Never could he admit something so cheesy. Watching you tiredly catch your breathe, Miguel felt something in him stir.
"(Y/N), you are mine," He whispered, kissing your head before leaving to clean you up.
How could he admit something so weak? Love? Glancing at you as he grabbed a warm clothe, Miguel inhaled deeply. His emotions were strong for you. Love was the correct term for sure, but he did not want to admit something so...human.
"I need to finish my testing."
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You sat in Miguel's bed, watching the news as your body recovered. It had been a few days since you apparently now moved in with Miguel, not that you were complaining. Living with him felt like a dream. Not only did you work with Miguel, but you also got to move up in your relationship with him.
If only he wasn't so work obsessed. Lately, Miguel was working overnights too. He didn't want you coming along and made sure he gave you a reason to stay home. Honestly, you felt like you were losing your mind and falling into Miguel's palm.
"But I love him~" You cooed, drinking some tea.
"And now we head to the city where our reporters are talking with concerned citizens about this new Spider-Man character causing havoc in the city."
Your eyes widen as you placed your cup down. There was a Spider-Man? Gasping lowly, you went to reach for your phone. Miguel must have done it. He made himself into a super powered individual, but why didn't he tell you?
Right as you reached for your phone, you gasped as your hand was webbed to the bed frame.
"Thought I blocked all news channels," Miguel sighed, entering the room with his costume.
"Miguel?! When?"
"Shh,"
Miguel leaned down, removing his mask and brought you in for a deep kiss. His lips licked yours, forcing his tongue down your throat. Unable to resist, your body arched into his, moaning softly. You couldn't deny Miguel.
"That's my good girl. Why don't I give you an explanation tomorrow night? We can swing through the city together."
"Mhm," You hummed to the thought, feeling lost in a daze.
"Now, why don't you give me a proper welcome home."
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Miguel just chuckled lowly as he watched you. Not even a single argument came out. You were so obedient. It was so easily to turn you into his super hero pet. Rubbing your head as you worked, Miguel leaned back, inhaling sharply.
He could get used to this life.
People fearing him throughout the day, and you waiting for him at home. Smirking at the thought of tomorrow, Miguel was going to officially show the city who's in charge.
That there were no heroes left to save them.
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Hi!!
I just wanted to ask some advice from one butch to another.
I recently got my dream job of being a warden on a nature reserve (and i love it!), while interacting with people there I get called a young man very often (i am 18 lol) and it gives me euphoria to know im masculine enough to even pass as a man. I've also had some volunteers ask if I was a man or not (despite my feminine name).
But recently I got called a "lady" outside while out with my mother. It drove me INSANE I cried alot.
Don't get me wrong I do identify as a woman but I hate being seen as a lady.
I've even thought about using he/him pronouns recently and changing my name but i'm too scared to as most people won't understand bc im still a lesbian.
Is this strange?
ps love u and ur blog lots xx
This is an easy answer because I was 18 once and looked enough like a teenage boy that I got "hey sport" and "hey young man" all the time, especially when in my work clothes. I worked for The Mayor's Youth Corp in Iowa City in the summers of my 15th and 16th year. Mom and Dad let me get a work permit AND bought me a used Datsun Pickup so I could drive myself the 20 miles there and back each day.
I was a volunteer with the Corp of Engineers youth from 14 to 16 and Dad knew I was super excited about this job. Mom was not thrilled that I wanted to cut my hair but my "grand mullet" was really hot under the hard hat in the summer heat of Iowa. (in the 1980's boys and girls had the short in front long and permed in back look) We compromised and I cut the sides really short. (photo of my me at 16 in my uniform for reference)
Using "he" would never have occurred to me because "EWWW Boys". This is not to say, however, that I hated being mistaken for a boy, on the contrary, it felt good. When someone thought I was a young man it meant they treated me as such. They didn't talk down to me, I knew they assumed I was capable and willing to get dirty. I knew unconsiously that along with the mistaken identity came many perks. This was nothing I analyzed but little girls see very early on the difference in treatment they recieve from their brothers, male cousins and neighborhood boys. This difference leads us to become negotiators to control our circumstances and not entittled to treatment based on our skills and actual personalies.
When an adult recognized me as a boy, even for a second at first glance, I knew I didn't have to prove myself. They, for an instant, assigned to me words like "strong, capable, demanding etc". No negotations required.
When someone realized I was a girl they literally had a change in their face. They smiled at me, softened their voice. When I was called "young lady" or "Miss" it always seemed to be backed my the worst assumptions (in my mind anyway). Lady is steeped in all kinds of traits I didnt want assigned to me. "quiet, weak, likes to dress pretty"OR "motherly, submissive, meek" Nothing good in my teen brain, that is for sure. Lady felt so OLD, so married to a man and reliant on him for survival, so polyster pants and ugly flats and scratchy blouses with a flower imprint. NONE of these things are inherent to being a woman or even socially forced on us but that is not how things work sometimes. Words that describe people get stereotypes and myths and traits attached to them all the time. Woman and girl are no different.
I can tell you, the best feeling in the world when I was in that job was when my supervisor, who damn well knew I was a young woman, trusted me with all the same tasks as the boys. Who valued my opinions and abilities equally to the young men. He took time to teach me what I didn't know, just like with them and didn't assume I couldn't or didn't want to learn things on the job. He didn't shame ANYONE for not being strong enough or for getting tired or needing a break.
Don't let the assumptions of others force you into another box of conformity. You don't need a boys name or to use any pronouns you don't feel connected to just to please others. In fact, none of that effort will change perceptions of those around you. I can promise that one day being called Lady will just be another word that you can hear and know it does not change your personality or your interests or control the hope you have for your future. What does waste a lot of time and energy is trying to adjust things in your life to fit incorrect or snap assumptions about you as a person. You can never control the thoughts of those around you but what you can do is stop worrying about it and enjoy YOU.
You have a job you love and are sure to thrive in. You are solid in your sexuality and love of women, you are in a unique position to possibly change the perceptions of others when they think of "young women". Your interactions with the public are sure to effect the assumpions of at least some people when they think of young women and their roles in our society.
Congratulations on your new career and I bet you rock that uniform.



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Connect the pox:
JJ's son, Baxter comes down with a bad case of the chicken pox, turning JJ's paternal instincts to a billion! He enlists John B and Pope's help to try to care for Baxter, but JJ's babyish doting towards Baxter only makes Baxter feel worse.
The humid Outer Banks air hung thick and heavy, even for a Carolina summer. JJ, usually a whirlwind of restless energy, was pacing a worn patch of sand in front of his ramshackle house, a phone pressed to his ear. His shaggy blonde hair, usually tousled into deliberate chaos, was slightly neater than usual, betraying an underlying tension not often seen on his carefree face. The deep dimples that usually punctuated his easy grin were absent, replaced by a furrowed brow.
“John B, I’m telling you, spots. Red, bumpy, definitely not mosquito bites. And he’s… whiny. Baxter, whiny!” JJ exclaimed, his voice rising an octave on the last word as if it were an unbelievable phenomenon, though anyone who knew eight-year-old Baxter Routledge knew he was generally a sunny, giggling kid, rarely given to complaints.
John B's voice, calm and steady as ever, filtered through the phone. “JJ, relax, man. Spots could be anything. Maybe he just got into some poison ivy.”
“Poison ivy doesn’t make you whine, John B! And it’s all over his chest and back too!” JJ stopped pacing abruptly, staring at the horizon as if searching for a solution among the endless blue. “I think… I think it might be… chicken p…” he trailed off, the last word a whispered curse.
“Chickenpox?” John B echoed, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. “Dude, chill. Everyone gets chickenpox. It’s like a childhood rite of passage.”
“Not my Baxter!” JJ retorted, running a hand through his hair, stress lines deepening around his bright blue eyes. “My little dude is too… too… robust for chickenpox! He’s like a tiny Viking warrior!”
John B chuckled outright. “Right, a Viking warrior with… spots.”
“This isn’t funny, John B! This is serious! My boy is under attack! I gotta… I gotta protect him!” JJ hung up abruptly, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Baxter, usually a miniature, rambunctious version of himself, was currently lying listlessly on the couch inside, a stark contrast to his usual bouncing energy.
JJ burst back into the house, his usual smart-alecky swagger replaced with an almost frantic energy. Baxter, pale and dotted with angry red spots, looked up at him with tired blue eyes that mirrored his own.
“My little man!” JJ dramatically dropped to his knees beside the couch, his voice thick with uncharacteristic emotion. "You’re burning up! Don’t worry, Daddy’s here! Daddy’s gonna make it all better!”
Baxter, despite feeling miserable and itchy, managed a weak, slightly embarrassed groan. “Dad, I just have spots. Yn said it’s probably chickenpox.”
“Chickenpox?! Those fiendish, spotty demons shall not prevail!” JJ declared, completely ignoring Baxter mentioning Yn, his mother, who was unfortunately out of town on a work trip. He scooped Baxter up in his arms, despite Baxter’s protests that he was too heavy, and carried him towards the kitchen.
“Right, first things first, we need sustenance! Immunity boosting, spot-fighting, super-food!” JJ rummaged through the fridge, pulling out a motley collection of ingredients. “Berries! Full of antioxidants! And… uh… yogurt! Probiotics! Good for… stuff! And… honey! To soothe your… throat? Spots? Everything!”
He proceeded to mash everything together into a bright purple concoction that looked and smelled vaguely alarming. Baxter watched with growing apprehension as JJ approached him with a large spoon laden with the purple goo.
“Open wide, my little sprout! Daddy’s got the magic medicine!” JJ cooed, holding the spoon in front of Baxter’s face.
“Dad, I’m not a baby,” Baxter mumbled, his voice scratchy. “And I don’t think I want to eat that.”
“Nonsense! It’s delicious! And it’s going to make you strong like a… a… a… spot-fighting superhero!” JJ persisted, making airplane noises with the spoon.
Baxter reluctantly opened his mouth, and his face screwed up immediately. “Ugh, Dad! What is in this?”
“Love! And berries!” JJ beamed, oblivious to Baxter’s grimace. He continued feeding Baxter the purple mush, occasionally making baby talk noises and wiping imaginary crumbs from Baxter’s chin with a slobbery kiss. Baxter endured it with the stoicism of a seasoned Pogue enduring a Kook’s snobbery, clearly uncomfortable but too tired to argue.
Just then, John B and Pope walked into the house, drawn by JJ’s earlier frantic phone call. They stopped dead in their tracks, witnessing the scene with a mixture of amusement and horror.
“Uh… JJ?” John B started cautiously, gesturing to the purple mess and JJ’s baby talk antics. “What’s… going on?”
JJ looked up, his face smeared with purple yogurt. “Saving my son from the spotty scourge! I’m nourishing him with superfoods!” He gestured proudly at Baxter, who was now trying to discreetly wipe purple streaks off his face.
Pope, always the voice of reason, spoke up. “JJ, I think Baxter might be old enough to feed himself?”
“And maybe… skip the baby talk?” John B added gently, wincing slightly at JJ's exaggerated goo-goo noises.
JJ blinked, momentarily confused. “But he’s sick! He needs extra… daddy-ing!”
“Dude, he’s got chickenpox, not the plague,” John B said, trying to suppress a laugh. “He needs to be comfortable, not… babied to death.”
Baxter, seizing the opportunity, piped up weakly. “Yeah, Dad. Can I just… lie down?”
“Of course, my little lamb!” JJ immediately abandoned the spoon, his attention refocusing on Baxter’s comfort. He scooped him up again, carrying him back to the couch. “Right, pillows! We need maximum pillow support! And blankets! Are you too hot? Too cold? Are you thirsty? Hungry again? Do you need… a lullaby?” JJ started humming a tuneless, off-key melody that sounded vaguely like “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
John B and Pope exchanged glances, their amusement quickly morphing into concern. JJ was clearly spiraling into overdrive.
“JJ, maybe… maybe we can help?” Pope offered, stepping forward. “I could read to Baxter? I have that history book he likes.”
“And I could… uh… get him some juice?” John B chimed in, wanting to distract JJ from the lullaby assault.
“Juice is good! And stories! Yes! Distraction therapy!” JJ declared, nodding enthusiastically. “But… don’t you think he needs… cuddles? Daddy cuddles are the best medicine!” He hugged Baxter tightly, burying his face in Baxter’s already itchy skin.
“Dad! Itchy!” Baxter protested, squirming away.
John B and Pope exchanged another, more pointed look. This was getting out of hand.
“JJ,” Pope said, carefully placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder. “Look, we get it. You’re worried about Baxter. But you’re kind of… smothering him.”
“Smothering? I’m showering him with love!” JJ protested, his tone defensive.
“Yeah, showering him like a fire hose,” John B quipped, but quickly softened his tone. “Dude, Baxter’s eight. He’s not a baby anymore. He needs you to be his dad, not… his overly enthusiastic grandma.”
JJ’s expression shifted, a flicker of hurt crossing his eyes. “Grandma? I’m not being a grandma!”
“No, no, not a grandma,” Pope corrected quickly. “Just… maybe tone it down a little? Let him rest, read to him, get him juice. But maybe skip the spoon-feeding and the baby talk for now?”
JJ looked at Baxter, who was now pointedly scratching his arm with a frustrated expression. He looked at John B and Pope’s earnest faces. A slow blush crept up his neck. Maybe… maybe they were right. He was being a little… much.
He knelt down beside Baxter again, this time speaking in his normal voice. “Hey, buddy. You doing okay?”
Baxter looked up, surprised by the change in tone. “Yeah, Dad. Just itchy.”
“Okay. How about Pope reads you that pirate book you like? And John B can get us some real juice, not purple mush.” JJ offered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
Baxter’s tired face brightened a little. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
JJ ruffled Baxter’s hair gently, a genuine, affectionate gesture, devoid of baby talk. “Okay, then. Pope, book duty! John B, juice run! And I… I’ll just… be here. Like a normal dad.” He mumbled the last part, a hint of his usual smart-alecky humor returning, though slightly subdued.
As Pope started reading an adventure story in a dramatic voice, and John B headed to the kitchen, JJ sat quietly beside Baxter, just keeping him company. He still felt a pang of worry, a fierce protectiveness for his son, but he also realized that Baxter needed him to be strong and calm, not a hyperactive, baby-talking mess.
He watched Baxter’s face soften as he listened to the story, a small smile playing on his lips. The purple yogurt was forgotten, the lullaby was silenced, and for the first time since the spots had appeared, a sense of peace settled in the little house.
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Hello fellow Darcy enjoyer/enthusiast/whichever more accurately applies, can you pretty pls grace us with your Darcy ramblings?
Tbh, I've seldom seen a lot of people talk abt them in-depth when they have so much untapped story/character/lore that'd be rlly cool to explore. Plus, I thought it was super cool someone else was just obsessed with them as I am and I always adore hearing people's thoughts on my fave :]]
Sorry if I come off as rude in this
You're not rude at all! I would honestly love to ramble about Darcy more on here since I usually do it on other socials lol. I highly agree that people don't talk about Darcy enough, despite being a very detailed and unique character, I've honestly never seen a character quite like Darcy. There's been many possession arcs in shows, many villains that have the mixed goofy yet threatening personality, but not like how Darcy is. Plus, it goes deeper than just a possession arc, this is canonically a new reborn being that is taking steps to become an immortal God because it craves not just power, but also life. Its biggest fear isn't even losing control, although it definitely doesn't want to. Its biggest fear is death and irrelevance. It is why change (the message of Amphibia as a whole) is hated for both the Core and Darcy; change does include the life cycle ending with death.
Also the amount of mischaracterization Darcy gets sadly must be addressed. Darcy is separately credited from Marcy and the Core for a reason; because she is not just one or the other. She is not evil Marcy or simply the Core using Marcy's voice, they're genuinely a fusion that has plans on altering their own personality, to get rid of what they hate and keep what they like, becoming their own new person as a way to "start over". Yes, the Core is in main control, but to say that Marcy's host body doesn't affect them or how they act/think is very inaccurate, it most certainly does. It's why Darcy would not be Darcy if the Core had decided to possess someone else, such as Anne, Sasha or Andrias. They would have a new name, new personality and have different traits and interests. (Also Darcy is canonically a multiple pronoun user, she/they/it, I've also personally never seen another character with multiple pronouns either besides the Collector from Owl House. I think that's super neat!)
But yes, I really love that Darcy is an immortal God in the making. She's a perfect blend of cold and calculating with the mix of goofy and entertaining, she has such a wonderfully unique design, one that is so iconic that whenever another character with horns rolls around, you'll usually see the "Is that Darcy from Amphibia" comment somewhere. Also the way that their eyes function!! I headcanon that their pupils are very expressive, since the round pupils turn into scratchy lines when Darcy experiences fear in "All In". Plus the chest eye functions like them too, that's such an eerie detail. Darcy is very creature coded; a bunch of newts within the Core have no idea what having a human body is like until Darcy is "born", plus, they are finally experiencing their dream. To be alive again, to breathe, to feel, to consume. Speaking of consuming, I will forever be sad that Darcy's insatiable hunger and craving for food was toned down in the final version of the show, it's SUCH a fitting detail that helps the audience remember that this is a character that FEARS DEATH and LOVES LIFE. That is its TRUE biggest dream, the conquering and calamity box aside. Of course we can't forget about her iconic scythe and how much of a skilled fighter Darcy is, despite the Marcy journal confirming that Marcy's physical body was not at 100%. It was still injured and weak. And yet Darcy can beat a dual-wielding warrior and a toad leader with a legendary hammer in a 2v1 fight?? Darcy may have lost at the very end, but they had Sasha and Grime down for the count up until Andrias was a distraction for them. Darcy's ego was her true downfall; and it fits very well, in my opinion. Some people have issue with the cord being the way to kill Darcy, but I think the cord was planned to be temporary up until the success of the invasion. I believe this since Matt stated during a comicon signing that Darcy would've waited a few years before "freezing" themselves and finally becoming an immortal being with all their new and advanced tech, if they had won the invasion. So it makes sense that the cord was more of a temporary beginning stage of Darcy, and that it was just sadly an easier target at the time. HOWEVER, people that say Darcy can be quickly beaten due to it are very mistaken. Darcy may have let their ego put their guard down, but in a fight where they're focused on their opponent, there is no way you could just cut their cord. They're very skilled and agile, and can attack and block very fluidly, as seen in the All In fight.
I think everyone can agree that Darcy deserved more screentime, and it makes perfect sense as to why. They're such an important part of the entire season 3 plot, especially in the finales, it's crazy that someone with such crazy lore and unique premise and high importance only has around 11-13 minutes of content. And that's including their short appearances in Broken Karaoke and Chibiverse, so if you only include the canon show, it's just under 10 minutes! It's also crazy that despite Darcy clearly being one of the fan favorites, people who usually talk about Amphibia don't talk much about Darcy. Either that, or if they do, it's....basically the mischaracterization issue. I've heard many times that folks believe it's an evil version of Marcy when that's further from the truth. If you DO want to hear a very accurate and amazing analysis on Darcy, please check out my friend Quinnamon's recent Amphibia video and click the Darcy section (although the entire video is worth a watch, it's all super well done):
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There's a lottt I could ramble about with Darcy, but if I said all of it on one post, we'd be here all month AND it wouldn't be as fun to continue rambling on more specific things regarding Darcy if they're asked in my inbox after this post. Like I said, I'd love to talk about Darcy more on here since I normally just repost and lurk around here lol. Maybe that'll change and I'll post my art more on here if that interests people too! I really appreciate seeing more Darcy fans around, especially when they understand how complex Darcy is and how important and intriguing they are to the entire series. Sorry if this is all over the place, I wasn't fully sure what to ramble about since the question wasn't specific (not your fault at all, its just how my brain works LMAO). Thank you so much for inboxing me!!
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I wasn’t going to post this, but I’ve been in the hospital for the past 10 days, so it’s kinda been on my mind. Despite myself, I’m super proud of this short. Prouder than I should be.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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The Q Word
Sometimes, even the savior of the world just gets tired.
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Kat flopped limply into the chair near her stove letting the leftover heat from the iron seep into her skin. She curled into it involuntarily as her hand wrapped around the mug of weak tea she’d set on the little table.
She was coming down with something. She could feel it in the dull ache behind her eyes, the sore limpness in her shoulders, the scratchy cough tickling at the back of her throat. It probably had something to do with her pulling that settlement kid out of the mirelurk swamp two days ago. The mud had been sour with rotten vegetation and the shells of crushed eggs—a breeding ground of who knows what kind of bacteria. But she’d gotten the kid out, only some minor scratches. She’d cleaned him up and he seemed to be doing fine now. She sighed as she breathed in the weak tea, a blend of some old mint leaves and aster she’d been drying in her rafters. She took a sip. It was bitter, woodsy, but it did soothe the mild burn in her throat.
Dogmeat lifted his head from the other side of the room and looked at her, huffing a groan and thumping one paw against the ground as if to say, “you’re staying home today—no more adventures.”
She chuckled a smile and sank a little further into the chair. That’s how she always knew when she was getting overtired—Dogmeat would start talking. “It’s alright, Bud, I don’t plan on it. We’re staying inside today.”
Dogmeat heaved a big sigh and laid his head back down on his paws.
The song playing on the radio ended and Travis’s voice came back, droning and just soft enough to be audible if you listened hard. Kat laid her head back against the armchair, letting her eyes slip shut and enjoying the warmth of the mug in her hands. No calls. No settlers in trouble. Just a quiet gentle night in Diamond City, and a tired woman finally allowing herself a break.
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The three quick raps at the door instantly jarred her back. Dogmeat leapt up with a howl, barking twice—fierce and loud—and unintentionally agitating the ache already behind her eyes. Kat’s face pinched as she tried to work up the strength to pull herself up out of the chair. ‘Goddamn it…’ she thought, weakly setting the steaming mug back onto the table next to her. She allowed herself a second—one—to feel the irritation over her quiet evening being interrupted, before the little tickling voice at the back of her head chimed in again, ‘this is what you signed up for. If you didn’t want this to happen, you shouldn’t have set this precedent.’
She pushed herself out of the chair. Her muscles complained even louder than before. She yawned and stretched, shaking off any appearance of tiredness she could.
Another knock. Dogmeat barked again, higher pitched this time.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Kat replied, quickly scolding herself for the tone of her voice.
She crossed the room and opened the door. A girl—maybe 7— stood on the stoop, scratching nervously at her arm, “Miss-nurse-cat-lady, we need your help,” she blurted, not even waiting for Kat to greet her. “Me and my friends were playing out back by the broken bleachers out by the wall, and one of the old chairs broke. I think my friend Bobby broke his arm—he’s crying really bad.”
Kat sighed and picked up her med-kit from where it hung near the door. “Alright, let’s go see,” she said in a tired voice that she hadn’t meant to let through.
The girl led her down the alleyways, lit only by the stadium lights and thin string lights hung up in the dark corners. The neon sign for Valentine’s Detective Agency hummed and glowed like a beacon as she passed, painting the dark alley in a wash of pink.
The child led Kat out into the drifter settlement where a boy about her age was sitting on one of the cots set up for drifters, holding his shoulder and sobbing.
Kat sat down on the cot next to him, her voice taking on the much sweeter tone she used with children. “Hey, there, Kiddo. Bobby, right? We’re gonna get your arm feeling better but I have to look at it ok?”
“Don’t touch it, it hurts…!” Bobby whimpered through sniffles.
“I know it hurts, but I have to touch it if I’m going to make it feel better,” Kat replied calmly, unzipping the thin windbreaker he was wrapped in. “Do you think you can be super brave for me?”
The boy sniffled again and nodded.
Kat eased the thin jacket off his good shoulder first, then peeled it away from the one that still hung limp at his side. Bobby whimpered and pulled away. Kat paused before saying, “I have to get a good look at it, it’ll only hurt for a second, ok?”
Bobby nodded again and Kat pulled the sleeve down—didn’t pull it off all the way, just enough to look the injury over. She prodded around his shoulder with cool meticulous fingers. Not broken, just dislocated.
“Good news,” she said, “I can fix this super easily, but it’s going to hurt a lot for a few seconds.”
Bobby whimpered and pulled away a little.
“Here, I’m gonna show you a magic trick but I need your help to make it work,” she said digging through her Med-kit. She pulled out a small scrap of clean cotton fabric and the small bottle of vodka she used for disinfectant. Then she took his opposite hand and dabbed just a splash on the back of his knuckles. After a beat, “does that feel cold?”
Bobby nodded.
“Alright, what I need you to do is close your eyes, and when I say ‘go’ blow on that spot like you’re trying to blow out a bunch of birthday candles. You ready?”
Bobby nodded again through tear-stained eyes and held up his knuckles to his mouth. “Ready.”
“Ok, now,”
The boy closed his eyes and blew long and steady across all his knuckles. While he did Kat made a quick twist and jerk of his shoulder—pop.
“There, all done.”
Bobby opened his eyes. “Wow…that was it? That wasn’t even that bad!”
“I know. Cool trick, huh,” Kat asked with a reassuring smile. Her face sobered again as she pulled out a long triangle of fabric from her med-kit. “Seriously, though, you can’t be playing out by the bleachers. Those are very old and fragile—you’re lucky your arm wasn’t broken.”
“Are you gonna tell our parents?” The first girl asked sheepishly.
Kat glanced up at her over the rims of her glasses. “No, but you are.” He tone sharpened as she tied the sling around Bobby’s arm. “He shouldn’t use his arm for a day or two, and you both need to come clean to your parents as to why—and promise that you won’t go do it again.”
“We promise,” Bobby said, a little too quickly. The girl only nodded.
“Now you both should head on home,” Kat added. “Just because there’s the wall, doesn’t mean the dark is safe. Especially around the outer edges. Go home, talk to your parents’” she pointed to Bobby, ���and make sure they bring you to Dr Sun in the morning to follow up.”
Bobby nodded and they left, the girl waving over her shoulder. “Thank you miss nurse lady!”
Kat lifted her hand in a limp wave back before she sank into the cot with a sigh, adrenaline fading as the weight in her limbs returned, the pulsing through her temples more pronounced.
“Well, I thought it was you I heard shuffling past my door,” Nick’s warm grizzled voice rasped from the shadows of the alley. He stepped out into a beam of the stadium lights, hands in the pockets of his dusty khaki trench coat per usual. “Burning the midnight oil again?”
Kat let out a small tired huff of a laugh. “Yeah, well, you know how kids are,” she said, rubbing her face with a limp hand. “Doesn’t seem like I can ever catch a break.”
Nick let out a small exhale of a chuckle in return. “It does get that way sometimes, doesn’t it.”
They both went still, standing in amicable silence for a while. The chill of the cooling air crept up into Kat’s bones. She shivered and finished zipping up her med-kit. “Well, hopefully that’ll be the last of it tonight. I feel like I could sleep like a yao guai in Winter.”
Nick exhaled another short breath through his nose, “Don’t think anyone can say you haven’t earned it.” He paused then added, “If nothing else I’m sure those dark rings under your eyes will convince ‘em.”
Kat glanced up, her voice going a few decibels softer. “Is it that obvious…?”
“Only to anyone who looks at you,” Nick said, cocking his small half-grin. His amber eyes glowed warmly in the shadows under the alley. “But yeah, it’s pretty obvious.”
Kat rubbed her face in both hands. “Damnit…” she groaned, the word muffled more by the cups of her palms. She again tried to scrape together the strength to stand up. It was even harder this time.
Nick crossed to her, extending his one good hand to help her up. “Come on, Kid, you’ve earned a break. At least for one night.”
Kat took his hand, the vinyl smooth and slick under her clammy fingers. She gripped the soft plastic harder to keep from slipping. As she stood, her vision suddenly went black. Her knees buckled, and she slumped against Nick’s chest plate.
“Hey—woah, easy, Doll. You alright?” Nick asked, his voice instantly going gentle. His hands went to both her shoulders, holding her steady.
Kat nodded shakily. “Yeah…yeah, I’m alright…just…tired…” Her voice started to fade on the last few words.
Nick’s eyes narrowed. He lifted his good hand again, the one that still had thermal-sensors, and laid the back of his fingers against her temple. “Damn, Kid. You are burning up.”
“‘M fine,” Kat rasped. “Just need some sleep.”
“No, you’re not,” Nick rebutted, tone still warm but firmer now. “Feels to me like you’re pushing 102—that’s far from ‘fine.’” He draped an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, at least take a breather in my office. Once you feel a little more steady—home, then bed.”
Kat nodded limply, too weak to do anything else.
Nick guided her into his office, sitting her down on the old faded couch in the corner. He flicked on the hot plate sitting nearby, putting a dented kettle on it without asking. “How long’s this been going on?” He asked simply.
“I dunno…a day…maybe? Something like that…” Kat replied, sinking into the limp cushions of the couch.
“And you didn’t think to rest before your body collapsed out from under you?” Nick went on, glancing over with one golden eye.
Kat shrugged limply. “Tried. No choice. Kid needed help.”
Nick hummed a short breath while he pulled out a pre-war teabag. As the water started to boil he clicked the hot plate off and poured some into a chipped mug over the teabag. Then he brought it over to Kat. “Here. Not medicinal or anything—I ain’t you, wouldn’t know the difference even if you laid it all out in front of me—but it’s hot.”
Kat took the mug shakily in both hands. Nick pulled over the chair and sat across from her. She sipped from the mug. Swallowed. Winced slightly at the burn in her raw throat. She went silent again, just staring at the ripples in the off-colored water. Then, a sound that might have been a chuckle if she had more energy. “At the hospital,” she started, her voice hoarse, “there was this superstition—‘Never say the Q word,’ because once you mentioned how quiet the day was going, shit would immediately hit the fan. Nurses would trip over themselves and perform all kinds of verbal gymnastics just to avoid saying it, even in other context.” She ran her thumb over the smooth ceramic of the mug handle. “Feels like I’ve been having a ‘quiet day’ for the past 8 months.”
“Yeah,” Nick murmured. A warm silence stretched for a beat, then, “we had a similar superstition way back when…well, I was the human Nick,” He looked down as he rubbed at his metal fingers. “I had just gotten out of Academy. It was one of my first shifts at Chicago PD. Made the mistake of saying, ‘sure is quiet tonight’—‘bout had the whole precinct on me in less than a second.” He chuckled softly. “Don’t remember much from that time, but I do remember that.”
Kat huffed a small laugh. After a pause Nick continued. “Still not sure if I actually believe in all that, but I get it. Sometimes it feels like if you can’t control the all the chaos, you can at least have control over part of it.”
Kat hummed a small sound. Maybe in agreement. Maybe just acknowledgement. After a moment her eyes closed, lids simply too heavy to keep open.
Nick watched her for a moment, then pulled the half-full mug from her hands and set it onto the table. “Come on, Kid, lie back,” he said, his voice softening to hardly over a whisper. “You’re burning up and shaking like a leaf. No point pretending you’re gonna walk home like this.”
Kat opened her eyes for just a moment. “But…Dogmeat—“
“Will be fine by himself for a few hours,” Nick finished, laying a worn wool blanket from the backrest of the couch over her. “If it’ll help, I’ll wake you up around midnight. You feel better by thenI’ll walk you home.”
Kat’s lips pursed into an almost imperceptible smile. “Thanks, Nick.”
Nick nodded once—gentle, without fanfare—as he folded an old threadbare towel and doused it from a canteen of clean water. Then he sat back into the chair and laid the towel across her forehead. “Just try to sleep, Kid. I’ll make sure no one bothers you for a few hours.”
Kat chuckled lightly as she leaned into the coolness. “I think that’s the best news I’ve heard today,” she whispered, her voice fading even as she spoke. She nestled herself into that worn floral sofa, faint smile still on her lips.
Nick watched her for a while, monitoring the slow rise and fall of her chest as her breathing evened. When he was satisfied she was finally asleep and not just dozing, he leaned against the back of his chair, lifting his eyes to the thin window above his desk. The shadow of a tree branch danced on the light breeze, tapping every so often against the tin roof.
And finally, for one moment, the Commonwealth was quiet.
END
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If you have reached the end,Thank you, and if you would, allow me to indulge myself and tell you why I am so freakin proud of this.
*Ahem*
The word and derivatives of the word ‘Quiet’ are used a total of 6 times.
The inciting incident does not happen until the first ‘quiet’ is used.
Second: is in reference to first.
Third, Fourth, and Fifth are in reference of ‘the Q word’.
And the sixth was at the very end in a mirror of the start.
(Insert applause and stadium cheers of awe and revelry.)
I know this is probably very basic level literature theory and whatever. But I am so incredibly proud of this. Don’t burst my bubble just yet.
(👉🏻👈🏻 anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble. Now returning you to your regularly scheduled feed.)
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Digimon Adventure 01x40 - The Four Heavenly Kings of the Mountain of Evil! Dark Masters / Enter the Dark Masters
Previously on Digimon Adventure: The Chosen Children discovered Vamdemon's ultimate weakness: Forceful, repeated nut shots. After wailing on his vulnerable point until he fell over and died, they bid farewell to their loved ones and fucked off via rainbow magic without explaining anything to most of their confused, scared parents.
It's cool, they'll be back in like a minute. Thanks, time dilation!
The Four Heavenly Kings are a quartet of Buddhist devas who preside over the cardinal directions. They're kind of a big deal in Buddhist mythology and they come up a lot in Japanese pop culture. Anime and video games love the Four Heavenly Kings.
They're the Kais and the Supreme Kais in Dragon Ball. They're the Saint Beasts in Yu Yu Hakusho. The Elite Four in Pokemon. The Four Giants that must be rescued in Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. They're all over the place.
Notably, despite being called "kings", they are rarely the top of the hierarchy and typically serve a single master who stands above them all. The Heavenly Kings bend their knees to Taishakuten, supreme ruler over all devas. He governs from the peak of a great mountain at the center of all directions.
So where you find Four Heavenly Kings in media, you will often find a supreme lord of the center who sits above them. (Though not necessarily always; Yu Yu Hakusho, for instance, omitted that part.)
Digimon, too, has its Four Heavenly Kings. In fact, like Dragon Ball, it has multiple sets - with the penultimate villains of Adventure 01 being a corrupt and evil version of the concept, which is also not uncommon with Heavenly King portrayals.
They were not the first to come up with "Four Heavenly Kings BUT EVIL" and they will not be the last. Heavenly King references are a fun and easy way to fill in the top-dog super-elite enforcers for your primary bad guy.
So, without further adieu, we open this episode on the introduction of the titular Dark Masters, who govern four of the five traditional elements: Water, wood, metal, and slapstick comedy.
Spoiling their names a bit but I'm not gonna spend this whole scene calling them Clown Bro and Gatling Puppet. Piemon, pronounced "Pee-eh-mon" and not "Pie-mon", kicks us off. He's secretly monitoring the humans back in Japan, observing the Chosen Children preparing to return.
He's doing this through the truly ingenious method of pointing a giant-ass telescope at the reality tear in the sky and looking at Japan with his eyes.
Piemon: Those fools wear masks of fear, waiting in futility for peace to return. Such a wonderful sight to behold! MetalSeadramon: (bursts from the water) This is stupid! We should attack! Pinochimon: Their flow of time moves differently from ours. We should take our time and pick them off one by one. Like him! Mugendramon: (silent, but for heavy breathing)
The camera slowly pans up Mugendramon's metal body. I'm not 100% certain on what Pinochimon is suggesting here, but I think he wants to use Mugendramon's cannons to, like, shoot up into the sky rifts and snipe humans while they're frozen in the glacially-moving time of the other world.
A horrifying thought. We should probably close those rifts.
The dub understood the assignment with Piedmon.
Piedmon: Hahaha! Those bit players are frozen with stage fright! Hopelessly waiting for the moment they'll be saved! And yet, there's an unseen twist to the plot! MetalSeadramon: I say we cut to the punchline and go straight for the action! Puppetmon: Oh please, that would be boring! I want to play this drama to the hilt! Let's pull out all the stops and give 'em what they paid for.
Piedmon's voice is basically perfect. He's being performed as an overenthusiastic virtuoso. For Puppetmon, they go a different direction; Pinocchimon is voiced like a young boy, while Puppetmon has this scratchy sneering voice like a little weasel man.
Far from the bestial roar of the original, the dub's MetalSeadramon sounds like a twenty-something young man with a southern twang in his voice. Interesting choice. That could get annoying or be hilarious. We'll see where that goes.
Machinedramon does not get to breathe heavily into the mic because they cut the part of Pinocchimon's line that calls him out and puts attention on him. So now the camera pans over him for no apparent reason while Puppetmon is talking.
Depending on whether my understanding is right, I could see them changing his line because holy shit that's violent and dark or because they, like me, weren't exactly sure what he was saying. Might be censorship, might be "Huh?"
Piemon: The Chosen Children will return soon. Our boredom is at its end. Now! Let us leave the dressing room! The stage curtains are rising!
Spotlights shine on each of the Dark Masters to punctuate his words.
Piemon: The title is: The End of the Chosen Children!
In the dub, Piedmon continues off of Puppetmon's changed line.
Piedmon: I'm in complete agreement! A quick victory would be a letdown. The DigiDestined will be on Spiral Mountain soon; We must rehearse before they get here. It will be their FINAL PERFORMANCE!!!
As a silence-breaker, he introduces them each individually to the audience when the spotlights come in.
Piedmon: MetalSeadramon! Puppetmon! And Machinedramon! I present to you the downfall of the DigiDestined!
The dub's front-loading a lot of proper nouns, though they never have a chance to name Piedmon. They even name-drop Spiral Mountain early.
While the Dark Masters make their plans, the children arrive in the Digital World and take stock of their surroundings.
Taichi: Are we back? Mimi: I think so.... Koushiro: We should be. Takeru: Is it night-time? Yamato: Looks like.
Sora looks up and suddenly lets out a shriek.
Sora: EHHHHH!?!? EVERYONE, LOOK!!!
Looking up into the sky above, they can see the island of Hokkaido floating in the sky above, as if the blue sky were the ocean. Hokkaido is one of the biggest parts of Japan, so this is very much like looking up and seeing Texas distantly floating upside-down in the air.
Group: WHUUUUUUH!?!? Taichi: H-HOKKAIDO!?!? Yamato: IS THAT EARTH!?!? Koushiro: We're able to see Earth from here, the same way we could see the DIgimon World from Earth earlier.
Poor Koushiro having to explain the obvious to his shocked colleagues. Sitting there like, "Come on, guys. We already know this is happening."
As a small microaggression towards my kid, Taichi's uncertainty and Mimi's confirmation is flip-flopped in the dub so that Tai's certain and Mimi's confused.
Tai: Well, it looks like we're back. Mimi: Back where? in the Digital World? Izzy: That's affirmative. T.K.: It's dark. Matt: Yeah! It's kind of weird!
The resulting line doesn't make a lot of sense. Where do you think we went back to, Mimi? The McDonalds we bullied Joe at? Not to be outdone, however, Matt promptly forgets how night works to take the pressure off of Mimi's dumb question. XD
I think they all have cosmic jet-lag.
Sora does not shriek when she notices the sky.
Sora: HEY!!! LOOK UP THERE!!! Group: WHUUUUUUH!?!? Tai: Talk about weird! Matt: Could that be Earth!? Izzy: It's merely speculation but it seems to be a reasonable facsimile. We see Earth from here like we saw the Digital World from Earth.
They cut the regional reference to Hokkaido which I actually think was a bad call. Japanese kids could reasonably recognize that island in the sky but Americans have no idea what they're looking at. It just looks like an ink blot.
So when the kids are like, "IS THAT EARTH!?!?"
Like.
Is it? Doesn't look like Earth to me. That is a weird dark shape in the clouds, not a planet. This is a confusing moment in the dub.
This might have been a good time to have, say, Joe chime in with a line like "I recognize that island; It's one of the biggest islands in Japan!" That way, the kids watching would understand what they're supposed to be seeing, because it is not clear at a glance with zero comprehension of Japanese geography.
Suddenly, Jou hears something rustling around in the brush.
Jou: Hm? Gomamon? What are you doing down there, Gomamon?
He walks over to where the sound's coming from, sifting through the grass. Gomamon pops out of Jou's duffel bag nearby.
Gomamon: Jou! I'm over here! Jou: Eh? Then who's this--GYAAAAAGH!!!
Chuumon erupts from the grass, attacking Jou and clawing at his face while screaming in a panic. The ground shifts, opening up a chasm beneath Jou, and Chuumon leaps away to safety.
Gomamon: JOU!!!
Jou grabs onto the newly created cliffside for dear life.
In the dub:
Joe: Hm? Gomamon? Hey, where are you? (Joe follows the sound, but Gomamon pops out of Joe's duffel) Gomamon: Joe, I've been snoozing over here! Joe: Huh? Oh, well we'll just save the world without you then-- (Joe gets attacked, then falls off a cliff) Gomamon: JOE!!! Joe: Wh-whoa! ...I didn't need this.
Again, weird scripting choice here. They replace his last line with a snarky gag, but visually Joe returns his attention to the spot he was investigating (and gets attacked for it) without indicating why he's still poking around that patch of grass.
Joe's understated whine of a silence-breaker is fantastic, though. He's so used to peril at this point that his reaction to falling off a cliff is basically a stone-faced, "Really. Okay." XD
Koromon, Tsunomon, Mochimon, Tokomon, and Pyocomon all take Jou getting attacked as encouragement to evolve into their Child-stages, ending their recovery periods. Plotmon remains Plotmon and Palmon trips, falling on her face in a funny moment in the middle of the dramatic charge.
Agumon, Gabumon, Patamon, and Palmon all move in on the attacker in the grass, but Hikari calls out.
Hikari: STOP!!!
Approaching the grass, Hikari crouches down and gently, softly addresses the terrified Digimon hiding in it.
Hikari: Don't be scared. You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. You can come out.
Trembling in fear, Chuumon slowly emerges from the grass, then collapses in front of the kids.
Palmon: It's Chuumon! Mimi: You're right! That's Chuumon from File Island! (Chuumon opens his eyes at the sound of their voices.) Chuumon: Mimi-chan? Palmon?
We briefly flash back on better, or at least less despondent days, when Scumon and Chuumon met Mimi way back when.
Chuumon: I'm glad... you came back....
That's all Chuumon manages to get out before passing out.
In the dub:
Kari: HOLD ON!!! (Kari approaches the grass and crouches down) Kari: Come out! You're among friends. We won't hurt you. Don't be afraid. (Chuumon emerges) Palmon: Oh my goodness! It's Chuumon! Mimi: He looks terrible; What he needs is a complete makeover. (Chuumon opens his eyes at the sound of their voices.) Chuumon: Mimi? Palmon? (Brief flashback of meeting Mimi) Mimi (V.O.): Something bad happened. Sukamon and Chuumon used to be inseparable! (Flashback ends) Chuumon: I'm so glad you came back to save us....
They remove the part where Mimi ID's Chuumon as specifically the one from File Island, which is kind of important because there was a separate Scumon and Chuumon among PicoDevimon's shitty recruits earlier. Then again, the dub might not know those are different Digimon, given the confusion they had about Kuwagamon "following us from File Island" during the Etemon arc.
It's fine, though, because the flashback that follows does the job anyway. Plus she still calls them out in her silence-breaking flashback narration, so nothing is lost by the replacement of this line with a signature Mimi Quip.
It's actually Kari's dialogue that I take issue with. Not for the lines she says but the tone of voice. Rather than the soft, gentle tones that the original uses, she talks to Chuumon in her normal speaking voice. It's a small thing but it dampens the emotional impact of the moment and its demonstration of Hikari's sensitive empathy.
It doesn't ruin the scene, though; It just means the tone of the moment isn't as strong as it would otherwise be.
Suddenly Jou calls out, reminding everyone that he's still dangling off a cliff.
Jou: HEEEEEY SOMEONE HELP!!! Gomamon: Oops, I forgot!
Gomamon bounds over to the edge of the cliff to help Jou, only to be stymied by his biological limitations.
Gomamon: Waugh!? Jou: Gomamon, give me your hand! I can't climb back up on my own! Gomamon: (looks down at his flipper) Now, when you say to give you my 'hand'....
This is a callback to the Unimon episode way back on File Island; Jou's first spotlight episode. There, he'd ribbed Gomamon for offering to lend a "hand".
Taichi and Yamato arrive, looking at the ravine beyond Jou.
Taichi: This is...! Yamato: AH! Taichi: Jou, climb back up!
Jou briefly looks down, seeing that the ravine is deep beneath him, and shrieks. He scrambles to pull himself up, while Taichi and Yamato grab him and help pull him back onto the grass.
Jou: Help me! Yamato: Come on, hurry! Taichi: Grab on!
Once Jou's safely back on the ground, the three boys look into the deepening ravine, watching chunks of the landscape crumble and fall into it.
Yamato: What is happening here...?
In the dub:
Joe: Would somebody mind helping me!? Gomamon: Whoops, I forgot all about ya! (Gomamon runs over to Joe) Joe: You forgot. I'm hanging here by my elbows and you're off in la-la land! Gomamon: (looks down at his flipper) Gee, I wonder what it's like to have elbows? (Tai and Matt arrive) Tai: Joe!? Figures. Matt: Huh!? Tai: Hey, quit fooling around! (Joe looks down and shrieks; The boys pull him up.) Joe: Just help me, will ya!? Matt: Work with us! (Matt looks at the collapsing landscape) Matt: What's happening!? Everything's gone wacko!
The "hand" bit is replaced with Gomamon getting distracted by a non sequitur. Tai's dialogue is rewritten to be mean to Joe.
While everyone's dealing with Jou and Chuumon, Koushiro tries to contact Gennai.
Tentomon: Have you found Gennai-han? Koushiro: No, I haven't been able to get through.
Meanwhile, Mimi cradles Chuumon in her lap while the group gathers around him.
Palmon: He looks a lot less scared after seeing your face, Mimi. Piyomon: He must have been running on pure adrenaline. Sora: The poor thing.
Chuumon wakes up in Mimi's lap.
Mimi: Chuumon? Chuumon: Mimi-chan? You're really Mimi-chan! Mimi: That's right. What happened to you? Chuumon: (silently flinches away from the question) Palmon: Where's your pal Scumon? Chuumon: He's... He's dead!
Making that admission, Chuumon starts bawling. We cut to a flashback of Scumon and Chuumon living carefree lives on File Island.
Chuumon (V.O.): After Mimi-chan and the others left File Island, we spent our days peacefully like usual. Then, one day out of nowhere....
A huge earthquake rips through the island. Scumon and Chuumon run for their lives, but Scumon falls into a massive chasm that opens up. Chuumon calls after him, but a wave of darkness ushers up from the chasm, blowing him away.
Chuumon (V.O.): The powers of darkness enveloped the world. Then, to make it easier for darkness to rule, they reshaped the entire world....
In media, it's generally agreed that if you don't see a body, the character's going to come back. Digimon don't leave bodies behind, however, so just take my assurance that there's no trick here.
Scumon is actually dead. We will not see him again until 02, after he's had a chance to reincarnate at Primary Village. He was one of probably many casualties unluckily caught up in the Dark Masters' upheaval of the landscape.
In the dub:
Tentomon: Are you trying to get a hold of Gennai? Izzy: Well, I'm not playing Solitaire! (Cut to the kids gathered around Chuumon in Mimi's lap) Palmon: Chuumon's a mess! I wonder what happened to him. Biyomon: Well, whatever it was, it wasn't very pretty! Sora: Poor thing! (Chuumon wakes up) Mimi: Ah! Chuumon! Chuumon: Mimi.... I wasn't dreaming; It's really you after all! Mimi: Poor thing. Why don't you tell Mimi all about it?
I had issues earlier with Kari's voice but Mimi's tone here is perfect. I love the way she uses her own name as an emotional prybar to get Chuumon to open up, having recognized the unique influence she has in this moment.
Palmon: What happened to your friend Sukamon? Chuumon: I-I... I'm afraid I lost him.... (Chuumon starts bawling and goes into flashback) Chuumon (V.O.): After you guys left File Island, Sukamon and I went on with life as usual. You know, eating, eating, and more eating! When suddenly.... (The chasm rips apart File Island and Sukamon falls into the darkness below) Chuumon: I never saw him again! A powerful evil force took over the land, causing all kinds of bad things to happen! Then it rebuilt the Digital World so it would be easier to conquer! I've been hiding ever since.
The dub doesn't directly state that Sukamon's dead, but they don't unwrite his death either. They leave Sukamon's fate up in the air.
The kids have some questions about that last thing Chuumon mentioned.
Taichi: They reshaped the world? Koushiro: Into what?
Cut to an ambiguous length of time later; The sun's risen, so they must have been traveling a while to get here. Still carried in Mimi's arms, Chuumon shows the kids to the base of a colossal, twisting landmass composed of various biomes streaked up from the earth below.
Chuumon: Some places here or there are ruins of what they used to be, but most of it has been twisted up into that mountain. It's called Spiral Mountain.
Like many proper nouns in the Digital World, the name "Spiral Mountain" is in English.
Yamato: Spiral Mountain? Joe: I can't believe the Digimon World has changed so much....
Yeah, the Dark Masters reshaped the world into their own literally twisted version of the compass center Shumisen; The great mountain at the center of the universe upon which sits the heaven of the devas.
In the dub:
Tai: You mean the Digital World is completely changed from what it was? Izzy: How is it different? (Chuumon shows them to Spiral Mountain) Chuumon: Everything's been discombobulated and taken apart! The Digital World has been relocated way up there! It's called Spiral Mountain! There's nothing left here of the old world except some ruins! Matt: So you're saying it's all up there. Huh. Joe: Color me cynical but nothing surprises me about this place.
"The Digital World has been relocated way up there" is an awkward way to explain this. The Digital World hasn't been relocated; It's been reshaped, with most of its geographic mass twisted up into Spiral Mountain.
We are, right now, standing in the Digital World. We're just in the scant non-mountain bits that were left over.
As an aside, I like Joe's parting quip at the end of this exchange. XD
Taichi has more questions for the traumatized Chuumon.
Taichi: What happened to the other Digimon? Like Leomon? Chuumon: I don't know. But I've heard that everyone who's gone against them has been destroyed.... Sora: Against who? Chuumon: (hushed whisper) ...the Dark Masters....
The phrase "Dark Masters" is also in English.
Taichi: So then we have to fight these Dark Masters. Chuumon: FIGHT!?!? YOU'LL NEVER WIN!!! NEVER EVER!!! Taichi: Hey, we brought down Vamdemon! Mimi: It will be okay! As long as all eight of the Chosen Children are together, we can save the world!
Mimi's trying so hard to reassure Chuumon, but the very thought of these kids trying to resist the Dark Masters chills him to his bones.
In the dub:
Tai: Where did all the other Digimon go? Are they up there too? Where's Leomon? Chuumon: I don't know. But from what I've been told, they'll destroy anything that tries to get in their way! Sora: Who will? Chuumon: Who? The Dark Masters! Tai: Well, they couldn't be too much tougher than anybody else we've wrestled with before. Chuumon: No way! They'll beat the pants right off of you! Tai: We got rid of Myotismon, so we can get rid of them too! Mimi: Don't worry about it. As long as the eight of us are together, we'll keep those big bullies away from you!
This whole exchange is semantically very different, particularly when Chuumon gets in a pissing contest with Tai about how tough the Dark Masters are rather than panicking and screaming. But it's all lateral changes, I think. Same ideas expressed differently, nothing objectionable or especially noteworthy.
Suddenly, a deep, bestial laugh fills the air around the kids.
MetalSeadramon: HUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHOSEN CHILDREN!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!!!
The ground in front of them explodes into smoke and debris, then MetalSeadramon's titanic body erupts upwards from the smoke.
Chuumon: IT'S METALSEADRAMON!!!
Alright! Go ahead, Taichi. Go fight him. We'll wait here. :P
(In seriousness, Taichi's assessment was fair. The Dark Masters are each on the same level as VenomVamdemon. Chuumon has a different frame of reference because Ultimate-stage Digimon are so rare and mythical as to basically be unheard of.)
In any case, it's time for MetalSeadramon's rundown. He's an Ultimate-stage Data-type Cyborg Digimon; The Data Ultimate for the Deep Savers evolution tree, evolved from MegaSeadramon.
Narrator: MetalSeadramon. An Ultimate-stage Digimon whose entire body is covered in Chrome Digizoid, the strongest metal. He boasts colossal power and tremendous speed.
"Chrome Digizoid" is English. Well, Digizoid is a made-up word, but "Chrome" is English and Digizoid is English-like.
The kids run for it. MetalSeadramon moves quickly, swooping through the woods and smashing through the group. Though he fails to get a solid hit on anyone, he sends the kids tumbling to the ground in his wake.
Yamato: (trying to get up; pained) How can he move so fast with a body that huge!?
Over in the dub:
MetalSeadramon: HEEEHEHEHAHAHA!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, DIGIDESTINED!!! (MetalSeadramon erupts from the ground) Chuumon: OH NO, IT'S METALSEADRAMON!!! Chuumon: (rundown) This guy is one real hard nose! And I mean hard nose! Take my advice: This is one train that you would rather miss. (MetalSeadramon attacks, knocking the kids down) Matt: (trying to get up; pained) Okay, if that's the way you want it, we can play rough too!
Another instance of the dub swapping out dialogue to make the kids look stronger and more battle-hungry.
Chuumon's diegetic rundown sucks. The original rundown gives salient explanations for why MetalSeadramon is a force to be reckoned with. Dub Chuumon just says "He's really tough, trust me."
Getting up, the kids and their Partner Digimon prepare to fight back.
Taichi: Let's go, Agumon! Agumon: Got it! Yamato: Gabumon! Sora: I'm counting on you, Piyomon!
All eight Partner Digimon evolve to their Adult forms to throw down with MetalSeadramon.
It does not go well.
In fact, it goes tremendously unwell. Fighting him at -2 stages was a terrible idea.
Tailmon does manage to jerk aside before he can fucking eat her but they're still losing this fight badly. And embarrassing themselves in front of Chuumon who was already convinced the kids were screwed.
In the dub:
Tai: Let's go, Agumon! Agumon: Gotcha! Matt: Now it's our turn!
Sora's line gets snubbed. Rude.
Love the confidence on Matt, though. "Now it's OUR turn!" exclaimed while basically whipping out a switchblade to face down a gatling gun.
The dub makes minor edits to MetalSeadramon's brutal beatdown. The shot where his tail slams into Togemon is cut down; We see her go flying but we don't see the hit that threw her.
Dub Angemon inexplicably calls his Hand of Fate attack while getting bodied like the rest. They got to do their stock animation attacks and then get bodied, but he didn't get to do a stock animation attack first so I guess he got jealous.
Similarly, when Gatomon lunges at MetalSeadramon's face and immediately has regrets, she calls Lightning Paw in the dub. The original Tailmon was just... trying to tackle him in the face. Which is a terrible idea, so having her at least call an attack there makes sense.
Flying overhead, MegaSeadramon makes victory loopies in the sky.
Takeru: ANGEMON!!! Hikari: Tailmon.... MetalSeadramon: HUHAHAHAHA!!! As if you could win against me! Mimi: Why is this happening!? It's eight against one! (Koushiro suddenly looks up from his laptop with alarm) Koushiro: MetalSeadramon is an Ultimate-stage Digimon! Adult-stages can't win against him no matter how many there are! Taichi: He's Ultimate-stage!? Jou: Why does our first opponent have to be such a powerful one!? MetalSeadramon: You're finished. ULTIMATE STREAM!!!
MetalSeadramon's Ultimate Stream fires from the cannon on his nose, annihilating the landscape around the Chosen Children in a massive energy explosion. The eight Partner Digimon all wrap themselves around their partnered children to shield them from the blast.
Seriously, though, I said it for dub Matt earlier but I'll say it again here. You gotta love the sheer cockiness. Riding high on their victory against Vamdemon, they thought they could stroll in here, throw a few Meteor Wings and Mega Flames around, and the Dark Masters would roll over and die for them.
They thought VenomVamdemon was as bad as it gets. They were not prepared for more Ultimate Digimon.
In the dub:
T.K.: Angemon! Kari: Oh no! MetalSeadramon: (loopies) YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR POWERS AREN'T STRONG ENOUGH!!! Mimi: How come he's beating us so badly!? (Izzy suddenly looks up from his laptop with alarm) Izzy: Ah! It's because he's a Mega Digimon, and even eight Champions can't overtake one Mega! He's stronger than all of us combined! Tai: Then we're lost without more power! Joe: Ever notice we're always in the wrong place at just the wrong time? MetalSeadramon: Now it's time to take one nasty ride!
Dub MetalSeadramon does not call his attack.
We go to commercial following MetalSeadramon's attack and come back to the kids recovering in a dark place.
Angemon: (cradling Takeru) Takeru, are you hurt? Takeru: I'm okay. Thank you, Angemon.
Angemon nods, but then they hear a low, bestial growling. Angemon whips his head around. There's something out there in the mists that he can't make out. He sets down Takeru and picks up his Holy Rod.
Takeru: What is it? Angemon: There's something here. I'll go take a look.
In the dub:
Angemon: (cradling T.K.) T.K., are you alright? T.K.: I thought I was broken, but I guess I must be okay!
The dub frequently misses sound cues for plot points that are strictly auditory, but they do capture the bestial growling that sets off Angemon here. Points for that.
T.K.: What's the matter? Angemon: Wait. I'll be back.
Angemon takes to the air, trying to scout ahead. In the distance, a metallic whirring sound revs up, and two bolts of light begin to glow in the mist.
Then they fire.
Before he knows what hit him, Angemon's pummeled by twin cannon shots.
Takeru: ANGEMON!!!
Regressing into Patamon, he flops helplessly across the grass, landing in front of Takeru.
Takeru: Patamon! Patamon, hang in there!
Mugendramon wheels forward out of the mist. And I do mean wheels; He doesn't actually walk, but rolls forward motionlessly like his feet have roller skates under them or something.
He roars aggressively, saying nothing. Koushiro checks his laptop, bringing us into our second Dark Master rundown.
Mugendramon is an Ultimate-stage Virus-type Machine Digimon. The Virus Ultimate from Metal Empire, completing the set with WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon. His name is derived from the Japanese word mugen, meaning infinite, and of course dramon/dragon. Mugendramon is the Infinite Dragon.
Koushiro: (laptop) Ah! That's another Ultimate-stage Digimon! Narrator: Mugendramon. An Ultimate-stage Digimon who wields unbelievable power. His special attack is Mugen Cannon.
Angemon took two shots from the Infinite Dragon's Infinite Cannon. It's a wonder he's even alive.
Over in the dub:
T.K.: ANGEMON!!! (Angemon reverts to Patamon and flops on the ground) T.K.: Oh no! Poor Patamon! (Machinedramon emerges) Izzy: (laptop) Ah! Be prepared for another Mega Digimon! Izzy: (rundown) He's called Machinedramon. This metallic mutant can blow out a Digimon just like a birthday candle!
The original rundown for this wasn't exactly super explanatory. It just said "Fucker strong." Izzy says the same but in the weirdest way possible. He's trying to make a quip out of it but, sorry Izzy, they can't all be winners.
Everybody Super-Evolves to face Mugendramon, except Angemon who is still slacking. Once in their Perfect stages, they have a plan. The plan is "Get him".
Not a great plan. Taichi endorses it because of course he does.
Taichi: Get him! Beat him up! Hikari: But we can't win.... Taichi: Eh?
Rushing Mugendramon in a mob, the Digimon try in vain to close distance. Mugendramon kicks back, enjoys his firing position, and mows them all down in a barrage of Mugen Cannon fire. This was a terrible plan of attack.
In the dub:
Tai: Come on, guys! Show him what you're made of! Kari: Hope they're made of something strong enough! Tai: Huh!?
Kari seems more onboard with this plan than Hikari was, though still more realistic than Tai about their chances.
Mugendramon keeps up the assault. One of his shots hits Angewomon, knocking her out of the sky. Hikari tries to catch her but her tiny child body gets crushed under Angewomon's larger bulk.
Good effort, Hikari. Eyes were a little bigger than your arms, though.
Mugendramon's assault destroys the landscape beneath the kids, and they fall deeper into the dark place. Then they gradually drift to a stop, still floating in the air.
Koushiro: We stopped. Mimi: Where are we? What's going on?
Mimi's question goes unanswered as more pressing priorities emerge. WereGarurumon suddenly, out of nowhere, throws a punch at Garudamon and clocks her across the face. Garudamon recovers and comes back with a right hook.
Yamato: What are you doing, WereGarurumon!? Sora: Stop it, Garudamon! You're on the same side!
Garudamon and WereGarurumon continue fistfighting.
Garudamon: I'm not doing it on purpose! WereGarurumon: My body... It's moving by itself! Sora: (confused) Your body's moving by itself?
An unseen force suddenly jerks Sora's arms up into an odd pose. Cut to Jou, hanging from Zudomon's horn, who's jogging in place.
Jou: W-What's going on!?
In the dub, Mimi makes a salient point about their odd predicament.
Izzy: We stopped! Mimi: I can't complain. It's sure a lot better than falling on our heads. (Digimon start fighting) Matt: Hey, can't you two take a break for one minute!? Sora: Yeah, come on! We're all supposed to be on the same side! Garudamon: I can't control it! WereGarurumon: That's right! Our bodies are doing this all by themselves! Sora: (skeptically) All by themselves, huh? OH! (arm pose) Joe: (forced to jog in place) I've always hated any form of exercise; What's happening to me!?
Dub Sora straight-up doesn't believe them when they explain they're being controlled. XD
It's Koushiro who finally notices the thin strings connected to each of them.
Koushiro: Ah! There are strings attached to us! We're being controlled! Pinochimon: Hehehehe... You finally figured it out. Koushiro: Who are you!? Pinochimon: Why don't you use your special little computer to find out? Here.
Using Koushiro's strings, Pinochimon manipulates him into typing at his computer to pull up Pinochimon's profile. Pinochimon is an Ultimate-stage Virus-type Puppet Digimon. He's the Virus Ultimate from the Wind Guardians line, sharing space with Piyomon and Palmon's evolutionary paths. His name and design are obviously based on Pinocchio.
Koushiro: Ah! He's Ultimate-stage! Narrator: Pinochimon. An Ultimate Digimon who places Number One in awful personalities! His special attack is Bullet Hammer.
Number One with a bullet, you say? A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it?
Gotta love the gradual decline in the these rundowns.
MetalSeadramon - He's ultra fast and powerful not to mention gigantic! Plus his armor is made from the strongest metal in the Digital World! Mugendramon - He's unbelievably powerful. So powerful, you guys. Pinochimon - ...he's very mean.
At this point, Piemon's rundown will just be "Piemon. (long silence) What a dick!"
The dub changes Pinochimon's name to Puppetmon.
Izzy: We've become string puppets! And someone's operating us! Puppetmon: (mocking) Hah hahaha hah! Well, aren't we a little smarty pants!? Izzy: Who are you!? Puppetmon: Wanna know? How about if I help you look up my profile on your special computer? Watch! (Puppetmon manipulates Izzy into typing) Izzy: (gasp) He's also a Mega Digimon! Izzy: (rundown) Puppetmon has a controlling personality and a rotten temper! Get him mad and he'll bop you with his hammer!
He'll probably shoot you with his hammer, actually, but the dub may be trying to avoid saying "Bullet Hammer". Though you can still clearly see that the head of his hammer is the cylinder of a revolver.
Snerk. Good, uh... good luck with that, dub team. I cannot wait 'til we get to his episode.
Upon meeting Pinochimon, Mimi wants to file a complaint.
Mimi: (furious) Again!? Why do these Ultimate-stage Digimon keep appearing one after another!? Lilimon: Mimi.... Pinochimon: Now, fly to the Last Stage!
Pinochimon yanks the kids' strings, sending them flying through the void. Then he addresses the Digimon left behind.
Pinochimon: You guys should hurry after them. BULLET HAMMER!!!
The revolver cylinder on his hammer fires off like a minigun, spraying the Partner Digimon and knocking them all out of their Perfect forms. Most regress to their baby forms, save for Agumon, Gabumon, and Tailmon as usual.
In the dub, Mimi's complaint to the management turns into her firing off a fantastic Mimi Quip.
Mimi: If you have to hit something, you should bop yourself for how you look in that stupid helmet! Lillymon: MIMI!?!?
Savage. Even Lillymon's shocked by Mimi's ferocity.
Puppetmon: I'm gonna have to let you go for now! (Puppetmon sends the kids away) Puppetmon: But I promise to destroy you! PUPPET PUMMEL!!!
Though they censor out the name of Pinochimon's Bullet Hammer, the footage of it firing remains unedited.
The children wake up at a Greco-Roman coliseum, groaning in pain. Based on the surrounding area, we seem to be in the desert from the Etemon arc, or what it's become in the reconfigured world.
A jovial clown balancing on a ball rolls out onto the stage.
Clown: Hello, good children! I'm here today to tell you all a funny story!
The clown holds up crudely-drawn crayon pictures to illustrate his story.
Clown: A long, long time ago, there were eight Chosen Children and their Digimon. The Eight Children and their Digimon were foolish enough to climb Spiral Mountain, where they all met a tragic fate at the hands of the Dark Masters. The end. Takeru: (angry) What was that!? That wasn't funny at all! Clown: I just told you what sort of destiny awaits you. You should be grateful. ^_^
Poor Takeru totally fumbled his Sense Motive check when the random clown arrived. XD He was actually expecting to be entertained. Did not catch the vibe of this conversation at all.
In the dub:
Clown: Well, hello there, boys and girls! And welcome! Today, I'm going to tell you an amazing story! (The clown holds out his crayon sketches) Clown: Once upon a time, there was eight DigiDestined. They went with their Digimon companions to try to save the world. The children and their Digimon discovered that in order for them to do it, they had to climb up to the top of Spiral Mountain. But to their dismay, the Dark Masters defeated them. So sad! T.K.: Hey, Clowny! Nobody's laughing at your story! Clown: Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Did I happen to mention the story is true? I wanted to give you a preview of the plot!
Pretty faithful, I'd say.
Suddenly, the clown's guise fades away and reveals him to be Piemon.
Piemon leaps to the top of a nearby column, laughing as he goes. From here, we go into our final rundown for the Dark Masters.
Piemon is an Ultimate-stage Virus-type Demon Person Digimon. Fittingly, he's the Virus Ultimate of the Nightmare Soldiers and the original Ultimate evolution for Vamdemon, as well as Phantomon.
Yes, over the course of this show the kids have had to fight their way through the entire Nightmare Soldiers evolution branch of Devimon -> Vamdemon -> Piemon while also taking a break to punch it out with Monkey Elvis.
As I mentioned before, Piemon's name is not "Pie-mon". It's pronounced Pee-eh-mon, because it's a reference to the comedic character Pierrot from traditional European pantomime performances.
His dub name Piedmon, however, is "Pied-mon", a reference to clowns being hit with pies. This is because the dub didn't trust American nine-year-olds to be familiar with Victorian-Era European Mime Lore. XD
Mimi: Wha--!? Chuumon: WAAAAAUGH!!! IT'S PIEMON!!! Narrator: Piemon. A phantasmal Ultimate-stage Digimon who comes and goes unexpectedly. His true nature is shrouded in mystery.
What a dick!
No, like MetalSeadramon, that is a pretty solid infodump. It tells us to expect Piemon to be a walking WTF.
To summarize what we've learned here: MetalSeadramon is huge, fast, and invulnerable. Mugendramon is unbelievably powerful. Pinochimon is unpleasant at parties. And Piemon has bizarre and esoteric abilities.
This all serves to set up the conflicts to come. Yes, even Pinochimon.
Over in the dub:
Piedmon: Hahahahahaha! Fools! Mimi: (gasp) Chuumon: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! IT'S PIEDMON!!! Chuumon: (rundown) He's a Mega Phantom Digimon of the worst kind! You never know what he's going to look like next!
This is the closest a Dark Master rundown gets to relaying the original information. Good job, Chuumon.
Just once, can we run into a Phantom Digimon of the best kind? Where's Ghost of Christmas Presentmon? That guy seems like he'd be fun to hang out with.
Finally, Taichi and Yamato are at their wit's end with all these Ultimate Digimon and decide to match power with power.
Taichi: We won't lose to you guys! Agumon! Yamato: Gabumon, I'm counting on you!
Agumon and Gabumon Warp-Evolve to face Piemon Ultimate to Ultimate.
Taichi: Go, WarGreymon! Show him what we're made of! Yamato: MetalGarurumon! Take him down and save the world!
WarGreymon leads with Gaia Force. Piemon sidesteps the attack. MetalGarurumon follows up with Cocytus Breath, but Piemon breaks out one of his swords and slices through the slushie onslaught.
In the dub, Tai kicks us off with a retort to Piedmon's story earlier.
Tai: Well, I think your plot needs a few rewrites! Agumon! Matt: Gabumon, you can do it! (Warp evolutions) Tai: Yeah! Let him know we mean business, WarGreymon! Matt: MetalGarurumon! Teach that joker a lesson he'll never forget!
Pretty snappy comeback for Tai there, especially to a thespian like Pie(d)mon. It's one thing to call him a dick but shit-talking his craft is really throwing down the gauntlet.
Too bad about those whiffed attacks, though.
After maneuvering through the pair's offense, Piemon comes back with his own signature move: Trump Sword.
It's sword-throwing. He throws swords.
Direct hits on WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon score instant KOs, reverting them back to Agumon and Gabumon.
Jou: I-It can't be! Sora: We can't win even with two Ultimates on our side? Mimi: He's just an Ultimate too, right? Piemon: Even though we are on the same level, you have only recently acquired your new power. You're mistaken if you think that is all it takes to win. Agumon: (pained) I'm sorry, Taichi....
Piemon was able to outfight WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon simultaneously, not because he's stronger than them but because he has much more experience in the Ultimate state. As a natural Ultimate who achieved this level the hard way, by rising through the ranks of Perfect and Ultimate evolution, he simply has them outmatched in skill and experience.
From there, Piemon goes on to give his team their formal introductions, despite Koushiro having already identified each of them. He's a showman; Let him have this moment.
Piemon: Permit me now to introduce the members that make up the Dark Masters. MetalSeadramon! (MetalSeadramon explodes from the ground, roaring) Piemon: Mugendramon! (Mugendramon smashes through columns to enter the coliseum, also roaring) Piemon: Pinochimon! (Pinochimon just sort of appears) Pinochimon: Personally, I wish I could have had some more fun with you. Piemon: And myself, Piemon. (Piemon remains a dick.) Piemon: Time flies in the blink of an eye when you're having fun. Now then. Who should die first?
In the dub:
Joe: This is bad news. Sora: Even two Mega Digimon couldn't put him down! That's really bad news! Mimi: Not to mention he's a fashion disaster! Piedmon: Your two Megas are newly Digivolved. How can you expect them to compete against an experienced and, might I boast, superior Digimon? Agumon: (pained) Tai... Sorry....
Mimi's question is replaced with a Mimi Quip. Fortunately, Piedmon still delivers the important information anyway and we get a Mimi Quip out of it so it's cool.
Piedmon: Please permit me to present my fellow actors in this captivating and charming comedy of errors! MetalSeadramon! (MetalSeadramon explodes from the ground, roaring) Piedmon: Machinedramon! (Machinedramon smashes through columns to enter the coliseum, also roaring) Piedmon: Puppetmon! (Puppetmon just sort of appears) Puppetmon: You thought you were through with me, but I wanted to have some more fun! Piedmon: And myself, Piedmon. (Such a dick.) Piedmon: We'd like to begin by asking for audience volunteers. Who would like to be the first to be destroyed? Oh come now, don't tell me you have stage fright!
No lie, I am loving the dub performance for Piedmon. They understood the assignment.
Piemon's eyes scan the group before falling on Mimi.
The moment she realizes he's looking at her, Mimi bursts out into tears, screaming and crying at the top of her lungs.
Mimi: No... NO!!! I'M JUST AN ORDINARY GRADE SCHOOL STUDENT!!! WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO DIE HERE!?!? Sora: (gently) Mimi-chan.... Mimi: I WANTED TO DRESS UP IN FASHIONABLE CLOTHES AND EAT MORE YUMMY THINGS AND GO ON A TRIP ABROAD AND-- Piedmon: Your whining is starting to hurt my ears! I'm going to start with you.
Just like that, Piemon gets target lock.
Mimi melts down in both versions, but the dub's meltdown is a bit different.
Mimi: I didn't even want to go to camp in the first place! I just wanted to go to the mall! Can't somebody else save this silly world besides me!? Sora: (surprised) Mimi!? Mimi: I want to be a normal kid and not have any big responsibilities! I mean, come on, is that too much to ask!? It's not fair! Piedmon: Ack! Your incessant whining is getting on my nerves! You will be the first one to go!
Original Mimi's meltdown is about the unfairness of having to die at such a young age with so much of her life still ahead of her. Dub Mimi's meltdown is about how much she doesn't want to be a child soldier which is valid but contextually off.
It feels like the dub team is trying to fill in a Mimi meltdown from scratch to avoid going as dark as the original subject matter. They do a fair job; It doesn't feel like it came out of nowhere. But lines like "Can't someone else save the world?" and "I don't want responsibilities!" still seem divorced from the specific grim predicament she's actually in right now.
Having made up his mind Piemon swiftly draws a hidden dagger from his sleeve and tosses it at Mimi.
Without hesitation, Chuumon leaps out of Mimi's arms, taking Piemon's knife to his chest. Chuumon falls prone on the ground, the knife disintegrating as quickly as it appeared. Weeping, Mimi scoops him back up in her arms.
Mimi: Chuumon! You have to hold on! Chuumon: Mimi-chan... When I reincarnate... Go on a date with me.... Mimi: CHUUMON!!!
With that utterly inappropriate yet entirely in-character bit of emotional blackmail, Chuumon disintegrates into pixels and joins his friend Scumon in death.
(So far as we know, she does not honor his last request, nor should she.)
The dub cuts the shot where the knife plunges into Chuumon, but keeps the shot of Chuumon falling to the ground with the knife stabbed into him.
Mimi: Chuumon! Speak to me, you poor thing! Chuumon: Mimi... It's time for me... to be deleted.... Mimi: CHUUMON!!!
His last request doesn't make it in; No surprise there. But they pull no punches about the fact that Chuumon definitely and without question died violently.
Someone, however, is not impressed by Chuumon's sacrifice.
Piemon: What a stupid Digimon. There's no reason to protect each other when you're all going to die here anyway. Taichi: We won't let you get away with this! Dark Masters: (all laugh together) Piemon: So, who's next?
Before he can pick his next target, another old friend suddenly cuts in.
Piccolomon's Pit Bomb does no damage whatsoever but flashbangs the Dark Masters, allowing him to make off with the Chosen Children. He carries them to safety within a cloaked invisibility sphere.
Takeru: Piccolomon! We were hoping to see you again! Piccolomon: So was I pi! Koushiro: You were able to reach us by creating a barrier that the enemy couldn't see? Piccolomon: That's right pi! Taichi: Piccolomon, we made it this way believing that as long as the eight of us were together, we could save both worlds. But-- Piccolomon: It's true that the eight of you are together pi but that alone isn't enough to win pi. Sora: What are we missing? Jou: Tell us! Piccolomon: (somberly) Unfortunately, we don't have time for that pi.
A wave of energy suddenly hits the barrier. What little time Piccolomon's trick bought them has run its course.
In the dub:
Piedmon: Chuumon was a fool!
The dub inserts a commercial break after Chuumon's death, then we return and watch him die again.
Mimi: T_T Oh, Chuumon! Piedmon: So, now that he's out of the way, who would like to be the next one to make their grand exit? Tai: Piedmon, you're gonna be washed up when we're through with you! Dark Masters: (all laugh together) Piedmon: Be my guest. Piximon: PIT BOMB!!! (Piximon takes the kids and bails) T.K.: Hey, Piximon! Perfect timing! Piximon: I missed ya! Izzy: Prodigious! You cleverly used a barrier to avoid detection. Piximon: I sure did! Tai: But you said it was possible to save the planet if the eight of us were all together! How come it's not happening, huh? What's up, Piximon!? Piximon: The truth is, being together is not enough. There's something else that you need to do to beat 'em. Sora: How are we going to find out if you won't help? Joe: Yeah, enough riddles! Piximon: This is something you will discover on your own.
The dub's gotten its wires crossed about the plot again. Piximon never said anything about the eight of them; His episode was well behind us when the Eighth Child plot point was introduced. Tai's beef should, as always, be with Gennai.
In the original, Piccolomon's like "Look you need more than just being physically present but I don't have time to explain because we are seconds away from getting murdered."
Piximon, on the other hand, is being cryptic for funsies.
Pursuing Piccolomon's invisibility shimmer, the Dark Masters gain ground. There is no escape.
MetalSeadramon: Found you. Piccolomon: I'm going to stop them pi! Make your way to Spiral Mountain while I hold them off pi! Yamato: You're going to stop them!? They're all Ultimate-stage! Piccolomon: I know that pi! Even if I can't win, I can still put up a fight pi! Taichi: I'll fight with you! Piccolomon: ARE YOU STUPID!? You're the last hope for the world pi!
MetalSeadramon hits Piccolomon's barrier with a direct shot from his Ultimate Stream. Piccolomon waits and lets the barrier absorb MetalSeadramon's shot, then emerges to fight the Dark Masters.
Piccolomon: I'm sure you can find pi what you're missing! When you do, you'll be unstoppable pi! Now go, Chosen Children!
Piccolomon smacks the barrier with his spear, sending it flying off much faster than before.
In the dub:
MetalSeadramon: Aha! Here you are! Eheheheheheha! Piximon: I'll try to stop them. Meanwhile, make a run for it and climb to the top of Spiral Mountain. But you better move it! Matt: You can't stop them! They're all Mega Digimon! Piximon: I know I can't win, but I should be able to distract them long enough for you to get away! Tai: I'll stay with you! Piximon: No way! Besides, we need you on Spiral Mountain; We're counting on you to beat 'em!
Though MetalSeadramon's nose beam went unnamed last time he used it, this time he calls the attack.
MetalSeadramon: RIVER OF POWER!!! (MetalSeadramon blasts the barrier bubble) Piximon: (emerges) Please go now. You have a very important task ahead of you. Once you succeed, no one will ever be able to stop you again. I know you will make me proud of you!
Strong parting words for what will be their final meeting.
As an aside, I love the name "River of Power". That is a fantastic "not-touching-you" name-like to Ultimate Stream. Well punned.
Sad that we lose Piccolomon calling Taichi a moron to his face. "I'm gonna sacrifice myself for you." "And I'll help you do--" "NO."
No sooner has Piccolomon sent the Children away than he hears Piemon call out to him.
Piemon: Piccolomon, is it? Do you honestly believe that you, a Perfect-stage, could win against us? Piccolomon: Say whatever you want pi!
From the barrier bubble, the children see a bright flash of light illuminate the coliseum once more.
Hikari: Piccolomon is dead. Narrator: After paying a heavy sacrifice, the children finally arrive at Spiral Mountain. But their fight with the Dark Masters has only just begun.
Boy, what a fun and joyous final adventure we've embarked on!
The dub changes things up here. They add some silence breakers as the bubble flies away.
Matt: He's stronger than he looks! Gabumon: He'll have to be!
Then they cut straight to the final shot of everyone watching from the barrier.
Kari: Do you think it's possible he can do it? Gabumon: I don't know, Kari! I hope so!
From there, we cut back to Piximon confronting the Dark Masters.
Piximon: Rrrgh! Piedmon: How can such a powerless Digimon even think about defeating us, hmm!? Piximon: Just call me a crazy little Digimon! Narrator: Will Piximon hold off the Dark Masters long enough for the DigiDestined to reach Spiral Mountain? Watch the next Digimon: Digital Monsters.
The explosion that indicated Piximon's death has been cut, as has the shot of the kids' bubble arriving at Spiral Mountain. But don't worry, they're planning to remix the shit out of this last scene at the start of the next episode. We'll see what became of Piximon; You just got to wait a week with hope and anticipation in your heart before coming back to watch him brutally die.
Weird choice but okay.
Assessment: I remembered this arc being dark but I forgot how quickly it gets dark. Remember the "goofy" harassers from File Island THEY FUCKING DIED. But don't worry, the virtuous trainer who helped Taichi figure his shit out is here and he ALSO FUCKING DIED.
To set the tone, this episode is a bloodbath right out of the starting gate. They want you to know that nobody outside our core eight is safe anymore. This is war and people are going to die.
The dub keeps up and handles itself pretty well. It even manages to keep up with the darkening tone using euphemistic language but refraining from talking around the deaths happening onscreen. Yes, that includes Piximon's, even if they did kick it out to next episode.
Even down to the execution scene, there's none of that "Capture them, put them in a cage!" stuff that previous arcs would have employed. "Who would like to make their grand exit?" is flowery but unambiguous in its meaning, especially after explicitly killing someone onscreen.
We're in for a fucking ride.
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hehehehehe teened agers lawbepo..
weheheheh they shared a room... i know its POSSIBLE that penshachi slept there too but there was no mention of them in the nightmare scene so i choose to think they had their own
:))))))))))))))
what are you gonna kiss for the first time in YOUR room
i kinda love there was zero garchu mention implying bepo was super solid on respecting human boundaries..meaning law would be the one to get in his personal space
eehheheee ohhhh law would probably want to pet bepo super badly...imagine seeing someone so fluffy EVERY DAY and not touching him??? crazy he is gonna go crazy
imagining that penguin and shachi broke that boundary first cuz they are so boys will be boys so they ruffle bepos head and he picks them up (in a bear hug hehe hoho) when hes (light heartedly ofc) irritated by them
law being a weird nerd would take weeks to prepare for it mentally steeling himself to then put a hand on bepo's fur and let it linger there (bepo freezing up) making a lil scratchy motion and bepo would make a small noise
law taking his hand away: ah. sorry. your fur is very nice
bepo in a weak and whiny voice despite himself but he wants law's hand back on him immediately. he's dying: t-thanks
law is gonna spend several more days mulling over how much he enjoyed seeing bepo's cute reaction
TOTALLY NORMAL TO FIND YOUR HOMIE CUTE RIGHT. RIGHT????? HE HAS AN APPEARANCE OF A POLAR BEAR BEARS ARE CUTE /imagines a bear and feels nothing/ No. ITS NORMAL. HES BEING NORMAL ABOUT HIS BEST FRIEND.
i said earlier that i like that garchuing wasnt mentioned but imagining now bepo starting the conversation because uh...you know in my culture..ah sorry nevermind its nothing
law: go on (SPILL IT OUT NOW I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT GOT YOU SO NERVOUS IT SOUNDED VERY IMPORTANT)
bepo explaining what garchu is - its very embarassing to ask this of law san! but law san being so important to him is WHY he wants to ask for it so badly....but he is being so demanding! bepo voice: nvm sorry i will go kms.
law surprising himself how natural the answer that it'd be fine came out. he opens his arms and bepo's reaction is so worth it. he looks overwhelmed with happiness as he embraces law (mindful of his weight not to crush him hes still trying to hold back. he would want to leap at him!!! he is so happy!! law san is so special!!!
law hugging him back, processing how he feels about it (its great but he is so not used to it. last person that hugged him was his mother so many years ago he almost forgot what it feels like. this is SO NOT LIKE HIS MOTHER THOUGH. law feeling that comparison is very inappropriate and dirty. WHY IS HE FEELING THAT?? maybe because bepo's whispers of his name as he nuzzles his shoulder is...something. something very different.
some time later at night law asking if bepo is asleep and hes groggy but says no...is garchu something you do with your family or- bepo: family and friends yes! law san to me is different law san is very special! law: huh... bepo: what do humans do with people special to them? law (LIE 100% SUCCESS): i dont..really know...but we hug its similar to garchu bepo: OH NICE :D GOODNIGHT LAW SAN law: goodnight /wide awake now thinking about if he wants to kiss bepo or not. yes he does/
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Chapter 1: Not in Kansas
“She doesn’t appear to be an anomaly. Any chance you know how she got here?" A voice grumbles above me. My eyes refuse to cooperate and refuse to open. I focus on my breathing and try to control my body. I've never felt so weighed down. "No idea, bossman. Check out this new filter. Wait, smile this time." I freeze as I hear a woman respond. There's no telling how many people are here. There seems to be a pause in the conversation until the man's voice seems to address me.
"I know you're awake." I shrink into myself as I've been caught. "Who are you?" I take deep breaths as I turn my head to the voice. My body is slowly waking up as my hands push with all their strength to sit up and assess my surroundings. Spots cloud the edge of my vision as I take in my surroundings. I seem to be in an apartment, a luxurious one at that. The interior is sleek but clinical. It appears as though someone bought the furniture just to occupy the space. The view is gorgeous. We seem to be very high up, according to the eyeline. The city is bustling, despite it being evening. I don't recognize where I am.
"Did you hear me?" My head turns sharply to the man's cold voice. I gasp at the sheer size of him. He had to have been over 6'5 and nothing but pure muscle. His bodysuit hides nothing as it wraps tightly around his hulking figure. My eyes drift higher and meet his. His glare pins me to the floor as his eyes hold an evil, red glint. His face and body seemed to have been sculpted by the gods, but they didn't seem forgiving. My eyes search for the woman's voice, hoping to find a friendlier face. I've never felt so weak. My body is still waking up and my brain is spinning. The bite on my arm burns, but it seems to be subdued as time passes. He scoffs, but his face remains hardened. He kneels down to my height and assesses my shaking frame.
"You alright?" I don't know how to respond to such a simple question. 'Pretty good. My arm is on fire while my body is numb. Any chance of telling me where I am and who you are?' I keep my thoughts quiet, afraid of what this man could do to me. I slowly nod my head at him. My voice comes out short and choppy as I introduce myself and ask a question in turn.
"Where am I?" I cringe at my scratchy voice. He stands and offers me a hand. I hesitated before taking it. His hand swallows mine as he helps me stand on shaky legs. "I remember walking home, getting bit by this...bug, and falling until I woke up. Here. With you." I take a step back as I start realizing the danger I'm in. I'm with a strange man, injured.
He sighs at my step back but remains composed."You're in my penthouse." He says it with an even tone, stepping closer. His size intimidates me, but I can't show weakness, or back down. "Did you find me? Take me here? I'll let you know that I'm just a broke college student. I have no money, and you'll be getting nothing from me." He rolls his eyes at my words and looks to the side. “Kid-I didn’t ‘take you here’.” He made air quotes as if he’s the one being inconvenienced. “I don’t even know you. You just kinda appeared in my house.”
I look away from his gaze as I take his words at face value. "Not a kid. Like I said, college student. Nice house you got here." I'm trying to dissolve the air as he continues to look at me like I'm the dangerous one.
"How old are you?" His eyes scanned my form. I fidget with my overalls, not helping the kiddo accusation. "Twenty... I like the view, super nice." I walk towards the window and look out. "Are you like rich? What do you do for a living? Depending on your answer, I might change my major." Smiling politely to say, 'Please don't kill me.'
He frowns down at me and contemplates for a moment before hesitantly replying. "I... you... could say I'm rich. It's complicated, but I have a job, sorta." He mumbles off as I look at him with a raised eyebrow. I can't help but scoff at his words. "Fuckin rich people. Of course he can afford to have this kinda place without a job." I mumble under my breath with an eye roll. I'm surprised to see him glaring at me with his arms around his chest. "You damn kids don't know how to respect elders these days. First Hobie, then Miles, now this kid?" "Look Mister... whatever your name is. I don't need to give respect just cause you're older. How old are you?" He proceeded to ROLL his eyes at my words as if I wasn't giving him the same attitude he gave me. I see a vein getting angry on his forehead as he mutters, "I'm 30, brat."
Keeping a straight face at his words was harder than I thought. "So you're ten years older, and calling yourself my elder?" He has to be very pleased that my laughter is held in. I compose myself and wipe an imaginary tear, "Okie dokie, if you could just tell me how to get home. Hopefully, we'll never see each other again. A map can be useful; strange city you live in." He stares at me before slowly replying. "I don't know how to get you home." I look at him with an incredulous face. "What do you mean, you don't know how to get me home? Call a taxi or I can just call up my aunt's place." My tone comes across as bored at his words. He pinches the bridge of his name and takes a long exhale. "Kid-if I call you a taxi or your aunt, how am I going to know you won't stay gone? That you're going to stay wherever you came from?" My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion and frustration. "First of all, not a kid. Second, where are we? Like I said if you just get me a map, I can figure it out from there. Scout's honor I'd never see you again."
"Nueva York." His eyes lock with mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Nueva York? I've never heard of that. Do you mean New York? I lived there, but it looks nothing like this." I say gesturing out to the window. Granted the only memories I have of New York is from spending time on campus, but still. He drags a hand down his face like this conversation is beneath him. As he goes to respond I feel a jolt of pain. It feels like my body is being set on fire and spasms wildly. I can only react and fall forward. As I was about to hit the floor, Miguel caught me. I can only wait it out as he looks at my face with concern. His voice is softer as he regards my twitching form. "Hey, hey. Can you see me? Breath." I use his voice as an anchor and I can only pant and wait for the pain to subside. "I'm okay, I think. It was like my body was shot by electricity. Like I glitched?" His eyes bore into mine as he gazed into my eyes. "This... glitch. Has it happened before?" I look him in the eyes and nod softly. "All girls go through this, it’s part of puberty." I say sickly sweet at the idiotic question. His face flushes a deep red with embarrassment and anger at my words. He clears his throat and tries to go for an intimidating approach. "Shut up, smartass. You know what I meant."
I sigh and only feel mildly bad about my reaction. I gently get out of his arms and stabilize my body. "No, I've never felt anything like that before. Hurt like a bitch, but I should be fine." His eyes are alert on my body in case I kneel over again. He thinks for a moment before nodding his head and muttering. "Okay. Let's make sure it doesn't happen again." I raise my hand in salute and tell him, "aye, aye captain." I see a flash of a grin on his face, but he masked it well. I try going back to the conversation at hand. "Soooooooo, about that map." He nods his head and leads me further into his house without another word. I follow behind him, until we enter a study like room. He hits a button on his desk and a map of the city is projected in the air. I gasp at the sight and try to find the illusion. "Bye golly, never seen anything like this before."
He gave a small chuckle at my reaction. Not every day you see this type of technology. Rich asshole. He informs me it's something called a 'hologram'. I think I've seen one of those in a film before.
"Where are you from?" I tell him my town and he mutters, 'explains the accent.' My cheeks flush at his words. I never notice my accent until someone points it out. He pauses for a moment as he types in my location. "Is something wrong?" I ask after his brief pause turns into a stare. "Nothing, just thinking." He pulls up my location from here, and my brain turns. The map he's showing me has a date at the bottom…
"Can you answer something for me? What year is it?" I ask with anxiety creeping into my brain. He gives me a hard stare before saying, "June 13, 2099." I feel dread begin to settle at his words. “Don’t you mean 1999?”
We are gonna pretend like I didn't upload the wrong chapter 😃
#across the spiderverse#fanfic#miguel o’hara smut#miguel spiderverse#miguel o’hara x reader#canon violence#slowb#enem#enemies to friends to lovers#embarrassing#i wanna kms
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Sick Day
Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)
⇾ w.c. 487 words
⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, win’s sick and billy takes care of her
⇾ a/n. i’m sick myself atm and wanted something cute and fluffy to take my mind off how awful i feel
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“Hey, what’re you doing up?” Billy exclaimed when he heard Win shuffle into the cramped kitchen.
“I was gunna make some tea—“ she began, pointing to the kettle on the stove, her voice hoarse and scratchy.
Billy gave her a level look. “What’d I tell you? If you need something, tell me and I’ll get it for you,” he said, twisting the knob for the burner beneath the kettle before rounding the counter to haul Win back to the bedroom.
“You gotta stay under the blankets til your fever breaks,” he huffed, lifting her easily despite her weak protests and gently laying her down, plying her with blankets before lowering himself to the edge of the bed.
“I know, but—“
“Quit being stubborn, Winnie,” Billy snapped, cutting her off before letting out a sigh and softening. “Look, I know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to,” he murmured, pushing her damp bangs from her forehead to feel her temperature. “That’s what I’m here for,” he said gently, leaning in to press his lips to the top of her head.
“I know, but I don’t want to inconvenience you…” Win whispered, her eyes not quite meeting his and Billy clicked his tongue.
“Stop that,” he said firmly. “You’re not an inconvenience. I want to take care of you,” he insisted, his blue eyes watching her gently.
Win made a sound in her throat, her lips pouting slightly. “But I look so gross right now,” she muttered, her words making Billy snort softly.
“You’re just as beautiful as always.”
“Yeah, okay,” she huffed doubtfully, rolling her eyes and quickly covering her mouth to cough. “My hair’s a mess, I’m sweaty and clammy, and my nose is all red,” she argued, her voice nasally.
Despite all that, Billy grinned. “Yeah, so? Doesn’t make me any less attracted to you,” he pointed out, caressing her cheek.
“Ugh, why are you so sweet?” she sighed, her eyelids fluttering weakly.
Before Billy could answer, the kettle began to whistle and he stood, going to take it off the heat. When he returned with her mug of steaming hot tea, she pushed herself up to accept it, letting out a cracked moan as she took a sip.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to his. “And thank you for taking care of me. I’ve… forgotten what that feels like,” she admitted, clearing her throat, letting the warmth from the mug seep into her hands.
“I’ll always take care of you, baby,” Billy breathed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Whether you want me to or not,” he added, his lips twitching slightly.
“Good,” she said, tugging him back down to the bed. “Cause I think I could use some extra warmth,” she teased.
“Oh, you do, do you?” Billy laughed, carefully laying next to her, wrapping her up in his arms.
“Mhmm, and you’re better than any blanket.”
⇾ taglist. @heartbreak-sandwich @super-unpredictable98 @b1tchygh0sts @alwaysstuckinsecondgear @elliethesuperfruitlover @vampyreddiemunson
#billy hargrove x oc#billy hargrove#billy hargrove fluff#oc: win lewis#otp: lewgrove#fic: i don't think you notice#joz.fic
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I just watched a Christmas story Christmas (not that great it was cute but I’ll never watch it again) aNYWAY Peter Billingsley is middle aged with a dad body and a deep scratchy voice for no reason and also Zach Ward is in it as a COP with his sharp facial features and uniform and domineering attitude with an equally scratchy deep voice for absolutely no reason at all anywho there’s a scene where they’re driving in his squad car and Zach Ward is talking about what a nightmare he used to be and he’s acting cocky and I’m sitting on my couch completely unsuspecting as vulnerable as can be with my little glass of red wine and I get absolutely obliterated struck down where I sat with extreme prejudice by some vengeful god of extremely left field fantasies in excruciating detail like a prophet condemned about straddling soft dom 40 something Ralph Parker in the back seat of that car holding my face, scruffing the back of my neck telling me what a good girl I am, hushing and cooing and being sweet and guiding while 40 something uniformed tired arrogant Officer Farkas is balls deep inside from behind chuckling, lit cigarette between his teeth, hand squeezing a tit way too hard but not easing up in the slightest to any noise I make all of which would be pathetic. Never been super thrilled with the idea of anal but would you believe the cursed thought of this exact scenario and position with these two unassuming dads, DADS ALI THEYRE BOTH DADS with their unnecessarily gruff voices and thick hands double stuffing me hit so hard and fast my eyes watered like actually. Ralph coaching and helping me breath and telling me how good I’m doing while Farkas is barking at me from behind to stop squirming and crying or hell give me something to cry about. I’m telling you all of this OFF anon because I’m not weak. I am what I am. I’ve had a single glass of wine. This cooked my brain completely condolences for putting you through this thAnk yOu for letting me be feral in your inbox cheers kisses good night

The way this BEAMED INTO MY FUCKING HEAD

GOD DAMN IM-

NEED. CARNALLY. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME IM ABOJT TO GO TO SLEEP AHHHHHHHB ROSE

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What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?
Naturally, Luka's voice is pretty neutral, a little airy, and neither super high or low pitched. However, his voice is also extremely dependent on what situation he's in and who he's talking to. He's got range, and can sound extremely mature or very childish, switching between the two with ease. It's manipulative for sure, but...well, so is he.
We really only hear him singing, since his canon is made up of music videos. You can hear the switch up in his voice pretty good between him in Ruler of My Heart (where you can hear the lower end of his range) and his cover of Sweet Dream (the upper end)!
What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?
Luka's smile ranges from something very practiced, very performative:
to big, bright, and full of childish wonder:
The latter is typically reserved for only one person, so you'll usually get the former in most situations. On his own, Luka really doesn't smile or emote much at all, really. However, if he's in a public space and interacting with people, his smile is gentle, but if you're good at reading people you'll be able to easily tell that it's forced.
How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
Depends! I fear most of his life has been one big dangerous situation, so he typically doesn't have an option other than facing them head-on. If he has time to plan, he will though, as seen when he studies his opponents weaknesses to get the upper hand on stage. He's very good at manipulating both people and situations, so planning is definitely a boon to him.
Sometimes, though....you just have to grin and bear it.
Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
In...theory! Modern!AU Luka is often drawn with glasses, but he's also sans his normal illness, so it could just be a compensation for that. If he had eyesight issues, it's likely they would have been corrected by his guardian, so no, in his canon, bad eyesight is not something he suffers from. Just the, y'know, heart issues, chronic migraines, and asthma.
he's cute with glasses though
How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
Indifferent, I'd say, the way he's indifferent about many things in life. It's possible Hyuna's brother, Hyunwoo, had a fascination with insects from the one comic where he finds a beetle, but Luka really could not care less about it--
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「 ✦ River ✦ 」


“Did you really think you knew me?”
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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Codename; The Void
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Has a fascination with pain
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ His voice has a deep rasp to it, always sounding scratchy
He/it ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Demisexual ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ 27 [human body age] 13,508 [actual age] ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ 08/23 ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ 5’11
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ There’s a timer on his wrist that represents when he’ll destroy the current universe he’s in
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Knows of the other realities
ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
“Chaos has come again.”
ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ He is:
⩇ manipulative
⩇ CIPA (Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis)
⩇ dangerous
⩇ calm
⩇ always a step ahead
⩇ sadistic
⩇ competitive
⩇ killer
ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
“Divine move. Divine move?! You think you have any moves at all?! I’m a thousand years old! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”
ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ jumper
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Loves to mess with the Emissaries
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ He feeds off of other’s pain
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Abilities:
⩇ pain inducement
⩇ reality breaking
⩇ super strength
⩇ super speed/agility
⩇ accelerating healing
⩇ pain absorption
⩇ illusion casting
⩇ teleportation
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ weak only to Letharia Vulpina, a plant
ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
Friends: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Dextrose [weak thing] ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ Leon [respect bitch]
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Face claim; Dylan O’Brien
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