#just gonna bluff my way through this i guess

[unclewaynemunson]

Until you face the rope

When Eddie opens his eyes, his body is hurting everywhere. He bites back a groan and immediately closes his eyes again, hoping to make the pain go away as if all of it was merely a nightmare. But he can't keep the memories out just by closing his eyes: that trick didn't work when he was a little boy afraid of his own parents, and it doesn't work now.

The images of everything that happened wash over him in rapid succession: Chrissy's bones snapping against the ceiling of his living room, Patrick's lifeless body splashing into Lovers Lake, a stormy sky filled with bats. Dustin's tears dripping onto his face while he breathed what he thought was his dying breath.

He doesn't know what happened after. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't even know how the fuck it's possible that he's still alive.

With another stifled groan, he manages to open his eyes again and he lifts his head enough to look around.

It looks like he's in a hospital room, but at the same time it doesn't: white walls, sterile scent; a window with bars in front of it and a big steel door. The room is small and empty except for a desk, a chair and the bed Eddie is lying on.

He turns his head downwards to inspect his own body, and that is when he realizes where he must be: he's wearing an orange jumpsuit.

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[vampireimiko]

i loved your most recent steve work! i was wondering if i could request an eddie work similar to that where the hellfire club just doesn’t believe that he could have a gf

Full of Surprises

warnings, none! note, this was fun to write !! also i didn't include the whole hellfire club i didn't feel like writing the extras in💔

"Eddie, you expecting a call or something? You keep staring at the phone like a maniac." Mike pointed out.

"You noticed too?! I didn't wanna say anything but holy shit, every few seconds he stares at it." Dustin agrees.

Eddie rolled his eyes, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah I'm uh, just waiting on my girlfriend to call." he muttered, his tone nonchalant, but the room instantly fell into a stunned silence.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Girlfriend?”

Dustin snorted, crossing his arms. “Sure, Eddie. And I’m dating Madonna.”

Eddie shot them both an annoyed glance. “I’m serious.”

The skepticism in the air was palpable. Lucas raised an eyebrow from across the room, tossing a pencil onto the table. “Eddie Munson... with a girlfriend? That’s rich.”

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked, defensively, leaning forward.

Dustin shrugged, an innocent grin on his face. "C'mon, man. If you had a girlfriend, we would’ve heard about it by now."

"And met her," Lucas added.

Eddie groaned, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Not everything revolves around you guys, y’know. Some relationships are private."

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike exchanged skeptical glances before bursting into laughter. "Yeah, right! What, does she go to another school or something?" Mike teased.

"Yeah there's no way in hell Eddie Munson gets bitches." Dustin laughed.

"Well news flash, Dusty boy! I do infact gets bitches. Not that my girlfriends a bitch or anything." He said adding that last part very quickly. Even though you weren't there, he'd never disrespect you like that or in any way for that matter.

Dustin raised his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. "Okay, okay, so you get bitches. Prove it."

"Yeah, let’s see some evidence," Lucas added with a smirk. "I mean, it’s kinda hard to believe when we’ve never even seen her. Is she invisible or something?"

Eddie huffed, tapping his fingers on the table, clearly annoyed but trying to keep his cool. "She’s not some trophy I need to parade around, alright? She’s busy. She’s got... a job! School stuff too."

"Uh-huh, and I’m guessing she also lives in Canada and only writes letters?" Mike quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the others.

Eddie sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "Fine! You wanna meet her so bad? She’ll come by Hellfire next week."

Dustin raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh, really? Can’t wait."

"Yeah yeah, I'll believe it when I see it. Now enough about his imaginary girlfriend, I'm hungry." Mike interrupted.

The next week couldn’t have come fast enough for the Hellfire boys. The anticipation was thick in the air as they sat around the table, pretending to focus on the campaign, but their eyes constantly darted to the door. Even Eddie, who usually basked in his Dungeon Master role with enthusiasm, seemed a little distracted, checking his watch more than usual.

Dustin nudged Lucas under the table. “You think he’s actually gonna pull through? Or are we about to witness the most embarrassing bluff in Hellfire history?”

Lucas smirked. “I dunno, man. He’s been pretty confident. It’s either the truth, or he’s about to go down in flames.”

The whole week leading up to this very moment, Eddie talked about you to the guys. They obviously did not believe him one bit. Eddie had told them about some of your hobbies, favorite movies, he was even close to telling them where you worked but quickly decided against that.

They always asked him to just give out your name, but then they'd know who you were obviously. Eddie wanted to keep a little bit of mystery surrounding your identity. News flash, you were a quite known person at Hawkins High.

"Can't wait to see him squirm either way," Mike added with a grin.

Eddie, sensing their whispers, glared across the table. “You know, you guys are real supportive friends.”

“We’re just preparing for disappointment, Eddie,” Dustin shot back, hands raised. “Don’t take it personally.”

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, there was a knock on the door. The room fell silent, and all eyes shot toward the entrance. Eddie’s cocky grin returned as he stood up, walking over to the door with a confidence that even had Dustin second-guessing his skepticism.

He swung the door open, and there she was—you. Dressed casually, you gave Eddie a warm smile before stepping into the room, completely unaware of the stunned expressions plastered across the faces of his friends.

“Hey, babe,” Eddie greeted you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Told you I wasn’t making her up.”

The room was deathly quiet, the boys blinking in disbelief as you walked further into the room.

Mike was the first to break the silence. “Holy shit. Y/N Y/LN?

You laughed softly, glancing at Eddie before turning back to the group. “I take it he’s been bragging about me?”

“More like we didn’t believe you existed,” Lucas admitted, still wide-eyed. "Much less did we expect the girlfriend to be you?!"

Dustin was still frozen, mouth hanging open in shock. “Eddie... how?”

Eddie grinned smugly, draping an arm around your shoulders. “Told you, Dustin. I get bitches. Not that I'm calling you a bitch." He quickly clarified, knowing you didn't tolerate any type of getting called out of your name.

You playfully elbowed him in the side. “I know you'd never do anything like that."

Eddie chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Noted.”

"Anyway, nice to meet you guys! I've seen you around and Eddie talks about you guys all the time." You exclaimed cheerfully, extending a hand to the nearest person to you, which happened to be Mike.

Mike, still in shock, shook your hand cautiously, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. “Uh, nice to meet you too…”

Lucas stood up, still blinking. “Okay, I have to ask—how the hell did Eddie Munson land a girlfriend like you?”

You laughed, glancing over at Eddie with a playful smile. “What can I say? He’s full of surprises.”

Eddie grinned proudly, leaning against you. “See? Told you guys. I’m not just some lonely metalhead.”

Dustin finally regained his composure, shaking his head. “This has to be some kind of cosmic glitch. I mean, Y/N Y/LN... and Eddie Munson? Something isn't right."

Lucas nodded in agreement, still processing. “Seriously, I gotta know—what did he say to win you over?”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “Well, he didn’t try too hard, if that’s what you’re thinking. Eddie’s actually... kind of sweet once you get past all the theatrics.”

Eddie gave a mock bow. “Thank you, thank you. Theatrics are part of the charm.”

You giggled and gave him a loving look.

Mike snorted. “Yeah, we’re still trying to figure out what charm you’re talking about.”

Eddie shot Mike a look, then turned back to you, clearly soaking in the validation. “See what I deal with?”

You shook your head, laughing. “They’re not so bad, Eddie. Just a little... doubtful.” You glanced at the group, your expression softening.

Dustin nodded. “You’re like, Hawkins royalty compared to... well, Eddie.”

You raised an eyebrow, giving Eddie a curious look. “Royalty, huh?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but you could tell he secretly liked the sound of it. “They exaggerate. A lot.”

You smiled warmly at him. “Well, royalty or not, he’s good to me. And that’s what matters.”

Mike finally cracked a grin. “Alright, alright. Maybe you’re not completely full of shit, Eddie.”

Dustin laughed, pointing a finger. “Still can’t believe it though. You lucked out, Munson.”

Eddie smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Told you, man. I’m full of surprises.”

additional note ! my requests are open if you wanna have me write something<3

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[mcflymemes]

NATIONAL TREASURE (2004) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i'm gonna steal it.

who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

if it's any consolation, you had me convinced.

you're not hurt, are you?

i am so getting fired for this.

is there a question in there?

we have no money.

how about a bribe?

it was cool. you should try it sometime.

we can't go back there.

i've never been so happy to be proven wrong.

you handled that well.

are you trying to steal that?

it's thirty-five dollars.

you know the key to running a convincing bluff? every once in a while you've got to be holding all the cards.

stop talking. start the van.

you're treasure hunters, aren't you?

i'm still working on it.

why don't you just come back down here and we can talk through this together.

don't speak again.

is that the hot girl?

are you with me?

what do you think? i'm a hostage.

do you trust me?

once we catch them, what do we do?

is this real?

i made something for you.

tell me what i need to know.

just another clue.

i can explain, but i don't have time.

i wasted 20 years of my life, and now you've destroyed yours.

what was the secret?

i found something!

i broke a shoelace this morning.

it can't be done.

i understand your bitterness. i really do.

i want you to have a chance to do that.

i've got some duct tape in the back.

promise you won't be any trouble.

i finally figured it out.

the treasure is a myth.

we need more juice.

you're all lunatics!

still a little on edge from being shot at, but i'll be okay. thanks for asking.

see? okay? now could you please stop shouting?

give me that!

you would do well, [name], to be a little more civilized in this instance.

who were those men?

we did the only thing we could do to keep it safe.

we probably deserved that.

i was thinking, what if we go public? plaster the story all over the internet.

it's not like we have our reputations to worry about.

people don't talk that way anymore.

beautiful, huh?

i have no idea what you said.

if there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action.

what do you see?

what time is it now?

we missed it.

i know something about history that you don't.

i'd be very excited to learn about it.

hold on one second. let me just take in this moment.

this is cool. is this how you feel all the time?

[name], you're a genius.

how do a bunch of guys with hand tools build all this?

the aliens helped them.

i volunteered.

it's invisible.

i'm sorry for your suffering.

when are we gonna get there?

i'm hungry. this car smells weird.

i'm so sorry i dropped you.

i would have done exactly the same to you.

why can't they just say "go to this place, here's the treasure, spend it wisely?"

anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't gonna want to help.

we don't need someone crazy.

[name], are you crying?

look. stairs.

i'm guessing that's significant.

i'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband.

stay as long as you like.

you want something?

i see what you left him.

this isn't a day for "um."

we didn't find the information credible.

well, this might be possible.

i leveled with you one hundred percent.

everything i told you was the truth.

it's not a conspiracy theory.

you know what? i take it back.

i'm in a little trouble.

this... is huge.

you are gonna go to prison. you know that, right?

that would bother most people.

you know what you have to do.

i'm just trying to think if there's anything else we could do.

i'm not letting it out of my sight.

how do you look?

a toast to high treason.

here's to the men who did what was considered wrong in order to do what they knew was right.

why do you need them?

look... this is a waste of time.

i'm still not against you.

i really couldn't accept something like this normally.

we don't actually have it.

did bigfoot take it?

is there a door that doesn't lead to prison?

get out of there. get out of there now!

[name], can you hear me?

can i marry your brain?

our evil plan is working.

why does that never happen to me?

meet me at the car. call me if you have any problems.

no broken bones?

a jump like that could kill a man.

[ghostboneswrites2]

Girl of Your Dreams || Pt.3

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl coaxes you up to the watchtower with him. He's much nicer this time :)))

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, unprotected p-in-v, general smut, TWD typical zombie killing

        It took you literal hours to recover from the blatant torture he had inflicted upon you in that little loft. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment, you thought to yourself.

        You were both back home at the prison now, having not spoken a single word to each other since he left you sitting there on that bed, high and dry (or... wet?)

        You decided you couldn't sit on  your cot and stew about it anymore, you had to get up and do something. Problem was, it was late, and most people would be asleep by now, so you couldn't exactly do much work inside. You guessed that left you to find something to do outside. Had the gardens been weeded? How were the pigs doing? Maybe the fences were piling up with walkers. That sounded good, you'd go stab walkers through the fence. 

        You sat up, tying your freshly washed hair up behind you, and slipped your boots shoes on. You snuck outside, shutting the door behind you as gently as you could, before making your way over to the inner gate and tugging it open. You glanced up at the guard tower and held up your spear to show whoever it was that you were just working the fences. You guessed probably Glenn and Maggie, as that was usually where they slept when they wanted some privacy.

        You stabbed and prodded the clumsy corpses through the holes in the fence for maybe a half hour before he silently snuck up on you, leaning against the inner fence behind you, simply observing. He saw the way your legs flexed every time you shoved the sharpened wooden pole through a decaying skull, the way your loose ponytail slapped side to side, and most of all the aggression you used, no doubt trying to work off some frustration. 

        You were short of breath after so much work. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with your arm and set the spear against the fence. You went to turn around and take a break, but you jumped as you did so upon noticing Daryl standing there watching you.

        "Shit, man! What the hell?" You gasped, placing your hand over your startled heart.

        "Was on watch. Seen ya out here." He shrugged. "Y'okay? Seem a little frustrated." He smirked.  You shot him a cold glare.

        "Nuh-uh." You shook your head. "No. You take that evil mouth of yours and go somewhere else."

        "What's the matter? Talk to me." He was so nonchalant it made you want to hit him.

        "Oh, nothing." You waved him off. "In fact, I have never been better."

        A bluff, and a poor one at that. All this time you thought you had him, you had reveled in the fact that you could get a rise out of him, only to realize it was him who had you around his finger the whole time. He was a lion in the grass, just waiting for his moment to pounce. Well, you decided you wouldn't fall to his wicked games. He would not make a fool of you again.

        "That's good." He nodded. "Wanna come help me keep watch?"

        "Absolutely not." You crossed your arms.

        "Not even for..." He trailed off, digging in his pocket and holding up a little napkin. He unraveled it to expose your favorite snack, one that only he knew how to make. 

        "Deer jerky?" You whined.

        "Uhuh. Freshly smoked." He said, taking a bite out of one of the strips and chewing slowly, staring you dead in the eyes.

        "Why?" You scoffed. "You gonna tie to to a string and dangle it above my head? Pull it away every time I reach for it? Seems pretty fitting."

        Your tone was harsh and accusatory. It amused him, but he didn't let it show outwardly. He just kept his defense up, remaining as calm and calculated as ever.

        "Nah. Just thought I'd share. Got more up in the tower." He nodded his head to the guard tower.

        You chewed at your lip. You could smell the smoky meat from where you stood. It was tempting, too tempting, but something told you there was nothing but misery awaiting you in that tower. Sweat, delicious, pleasure filled misery. You faltered a little, clearly not convinced you didn't want to join him.

        He pressed on. "Found some candy, too. Out on our run today. Got it all stashed right up there."

        "What kind of candy?"

        He smirked again. It was too easy. He might as well have driven a white van with 'free candy' painted in big black letters on the side. 

        "Dunno. Some chocolate, jawbreakers..."He trailed off, pretending to try to recall the diversity of his sugary loot. He hadn't forgotten, though. In fact, it was all part of his elaborate scheme. He knew exactly what he had up there, one of them happening to be your favorite. "Oh. And those little rainbow strips with the sour sugar coated all over 'em."

        "The sour rainbows?" You uttered in disbelief. Damn it, he was good. You eyes narrowed. "How do I know you really have them up there?"

        "Have I ever lied to ya?"

        You considered his question. He had a point, and he also potentially had a feast of deer jerky and your favorite candy.

        Still, you couldn't make it easy for him. At least, not that easy.

        "Well, you still owe me an apology." You demanded. He scoffed, a laugh escaping his lips. Your chest felt gooey inside. He didn't laugh much. The most you got was a chuckle, a little huff of air.

         "For what?" He raised an eyebrow.

        "For.." You weren't actually sure. You just said whatever came to mind in the moment. "For being mean."

        "C'mon, now. Y'ain't that soft. Let's go. No tricks." He urged, walking backward toward the tower but still facing you.

        "No. Say you're sorry." You doubled down. You couldn't give in. He changed his direction, taking slow steps toward you now, until he was nearly touching you. Your throat got tight as your eyes looked up at his. He leaned down slowly his face growing near. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning into what you expected to be a kiss. He stopped, though, when his lips just barely grazed over yours.

        "I'm sorry." He whispered. He stood back up straight and turned on his heal, strolling casually back to the tower. Bamboozled again.

        He didn't have to turn and look, he knew you'd follow him. 

        You sucked in a sharp breath and shoved the air out, groaning under your breath as you marched behind him. Up in the tower, he handed you another napkin full of jerky and a pack of sour rainbow strips, just as promised. You snatched them away and began to tear into the candy.

        "You're a lot of things, Dixon. But I guess you can't be called a liar." You sighed. He didn't say anything, just roamed around the perimeter of the balcony, pretending to watch for any threats. You continued, mostly just mumbling to yourself. "A tease, maybe. A cruel, heartless tease capable of great bodily torture.. but not a liar."

        His keen ear picked up every word. He chuckled silently to himself, shaking his head. It didn't take long for you to eat every last bit of the treats he had saved for you. When the instant gratification of your snack had washed away, you were left to wonder; "So, was that all you brought me up here for?"

        He leaned on the metal railing and looked you over, head to toe. Still wearing a baggy shirt you stole out of his bag forever ago and biker shorts. Your usual sleep attire.

        "Y'ever gon' give that shirt back?" He asked.

        "Nope." You boasted, popping the 'P' sound.

        "Mm." He nodded. "Like wearin' my shit?"

        "Yup." You nodded, repeating the same popped 'p'.

        "Got somethin' else for ya to wear." He revealed. He nodded over to a small plastic bag that you hadn't previously noticed. You eyed him curiously, stepping over to the bag and lifting it up. You peaked inside to see a sort of lacey silky fabric all bunched up at the bottom. You looked back at him, eyebrows raised. "Go on." He urged.

        You sighed and pulled the soft fabric out of the bag and held it up with both hands to get a good look. It was nothing crazy or overly lewd, just a simple short nightgown with lacey accents framing the cleavage. 

        "I'm supposed to wear this to bed in a prison full of kids?" You scoffed.

        "Nah. Jus' up here. With me." He said, just over a whisper. There it was, that familiar lump in your throat, heat in your cheeks, pounding in your chest.

        "N-now?" You asked. Your voice was already failing you, cracking a little.

        He loved it, though. You were a violent, volatile little firecracker. You had bigger balls than most of the men around there. But when it came to anything suggestive, suddenly you were a whimpering fool, barely capable of a full sentence.

        "Mhm." He nodded, treading toward you nd taking it from your hands so you could strip down and change into it. Your hands were uneasy as you slowly pulled your shirt off. You were braless, but somehow he didn't even look. You were nervous enough. He wanted you to be comfortable. He could save the lust for later.

        Next was your shorts that slid off with ease. You were wearing underwear, mostly because going without in tight spandex shorts was sure to be a mess.

        You went to grab the nightgown but he instead moved behind you and gently slid it over your head. You worked your arms through the corresponding straps, and he slid the rest of the dress down over your frame. He stepped around you, stopping in front of you, taking in the sight that was you in a sexy, silky dress. It wasn't that tight, but it still formed to your curves nicely.

        You just stood there, arms at your sides, second guessing everything about yourself. Even down to the very way you stood.

        "Alright," he nodded. He moved his hands up to the buttons of his shirt and undid them, one by one, slowly until his torso was exposed as he shook the shirt off of his arms.

        Your breath was caught in your throat with admiration. He was so.. defined. 

        He stepped close to you and ran his hands over your shoulders, down your back, and then up again until he reached your ponytail. He carefully slid the band out, letting your hair cascade around your face, framing it perfectly. He gently moved little strands and tufts around, until he thought you looked absolutely perfect.

        His hands found your neck and he leaned down, planting an actual kiss on your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. Your knees felt weak but you were determined to be strong.

        His lips trailed along your collar bone and over your upper cleavage, hands rested on the sides of your head to hold you steady.

        "C'mon." He told you, grabbing your hand and leading you over to a nest of blankets. He held your hand as you sat down, gently urging you to lay back, and you did, never taking your eyes off of him. He crawled over you and kissed you again, this time with rhythm and urgency. You couldn't help but to snake your arms and legs around him, fearful he might pull away again and leave you in need.

        He didn't, though. He kissed you gently but desperately, sliding his hands over every curve of your body. It was like your first time again, so nervous and excited for whatever new sensations awaited you. You could feel him getting hard as his body pressed into yours. You let out a little whimper when the pressure grew. That one little noise woke him up. It was like he wasn't even in control, just his hands and his body working with yours.

        He slid your dress up just above your waist and traced his fingers over your panties, feeling accomplished already. You were soaked. After that stunt he pulled earlier, you were begging to be touched. You longed for any kind of human contact. Hands rubbing your back, fingers through your hair. It had been so long. It had been a long time even before the turn. You hated every man that entered your space, and that girl who got all starry eyed at the slightest show of interest from a boy was long gone.

        But, here, now, all you wanted was his touch. He slid his fingers just under the hem of your underwear, dragging them sideways, giving you a chance to deny him if you didn't want it. An unnecessary gesture. You couldn't have denied him if you wanted to at this point. Your body was in control, not your brain.

        Without your protest he gripped the fabric of your panties and slid them down, sitting up quickly to pull them off. As soon as they were out of his way he was back on top of you, lips smushed against yours, sloppy and passionate. He traced his fingers over your slit, rubbing softly up and down. A sharp breath escaped you. He slipped a finger inside you, then two, curling them and massaging slowly. Small, breathy moans lulled out of you, music to his ears. He wanted to make sure you were ready for him. 

        You gripped at his arms and back, meagre attempts to pull him closer, deeper. When you seemed eager enough, he reached down and unbuckled his belt, then in jeans. He unzipped them and pulled himself out, stroking himself. He was rock hard. It was almost painful for him. He was throbbing for you just as much as you were for him, maybe even more.

        He wanted you from the moment he laid eyes on you, showing him your bare torso to prove you weren't bitten. He had it bad for you always, but it wasn't until today he acted on it. He didn't know why. Not why he never pursued you sooner, nor why today was the day. He was in a particularly bad mood earlier, thinking about his brother who he had lost not once, but twice. He was frustrated with his lack of luck in finding the Governor, and overall everything you said just pissed him off. There was no flutter in his stomach when you teased him, no urge to flirt back. He was angry, and he wanted to take it out on you. But, when you were looking up at him with his hand around your jaw, eyes full of shock and wonder, he realized how bad he really did want you. That didn't make him any less angry, though, so instead of enjoying you, he tortured you.

        He wasn't mad anymore, though. He was tired of waiting, tired of denying himself.

        He pressed his tip against you and you gasped a little, anticipation rising with every second. You looked up at his eyes to find them trained intently on your own. He didn't look mischievous like he did earlier in the loft, it was a soft, lustful look. Still there was uncertainty there, like he was waiting for you to stop him at any moment.

        Slowly he pushed, sliding the very tip in. Another gasp. He pushed a little further and you let out the tiniest moan. When he was finally sure it was okay with you, he slid the entirety of his length inside you. A loud, guttural moan pushed out of you. He sighed with pleasure as your gripped and throbbed around him. You were so wet and warm he began to fear he'd finish too soon. He eased  back down over you, breathing softly in your ear as he slid out slowly, and then back in, acclimating himself to the sensation. Every time he pushed in you moaned.

        Soon he was picking up the pace, and your hands roamed his shoulders and arms  as you panted and whimpered. His hand slid down between the two of you and a single finger circled over your clit rhythmically. Your hands froze in place on his arms, fingers curling, digging your nails into his flesh.

        You were already buzzing, just centimeters away from the edge, ready to dive off. You felt a mild sense of panic. This was the exact point he pulled away earlier, over and over and over. You were expecting it again, but he kept going, and sure enough you fell over that edge into blissful oblivion. You body shuddered and tensed up as you rode the wave, moaning louder as he pounded into you.

        You began to twitch with over stimulation, jerking your hips a little. He took the hint and pulled his hand away, determined to satisfy himself now that you were taken care of.

        You just held onto him, breathing heavy as he knocked little sounds out of  you, enjoying the relaxed feeling as your orgasm washed away. It didn't take long after that, with the convulsing muscles inside you gripping him. He sped up the pace for only a moment before he pulled out, hot cum shooting on your leg.

        You laid there motionless, catching your breath. He quickly used part of the blanket nest beneath you to wipe you down before he crashed beside you. He looked over at you and you returned the stare, before a laugh escaped you both. You covered your face with your hands.

         Now you knew. You knew he could be just as cruel as you were, or he could give you exactly what you wanted. It was all up to you and how you decided to treat him.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 154 spoilers n thoughts n all that yeah

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HE DID THE THING HE DID THE >:3 THING YESS YAYYYY YAYAYAYAYY HAHAHAHAA

GOD HES SO FUCKING SILLY WAHAHAHA

jesus christ running from the cops every which way LMAO i really like their faces here javier w exasperation and lloyd just. being him

AND THE UGLY COSPLAYER BIT WHAT 😭 HELP LOL?? i guess cosplayers walking around isnt really a common thing in korea idk i feel like. they didnt really commit an offense until lloyd tried bribing that cop guy lol

like it makes me think back to dkc and how michael and the other guy (I FORGOT HIS NAME SORRY) went to seoul for a bit and kind of caused several accidents and i feel like that fits better w getting the cops attention compared to,,, rummaging thru trash? but also i am not familiar w korea's police system! nor do i know their policies on foreigners n whatnot so who am i to say yknow

i also really really wish that besides the cop chasing, we got to see a lil bit more of javier's reaction to seoul and its citizens, the clothing and the culture and how the buildings look, what does he think of them? whats his feelings on an environment so dissimilar to his own, and does he notice anything abt it that reminds him of lloyd and his sudden acquisition of all his knowledge? maybe theres more of that in the webnovel,,, itll be a while before i get there tho unfortunately

anyways thoughts aside more reacting

UUUAGHHHH JAVIER NOTICING EVERY SINGLE TIME LLOYD APPEARS SICK OR UNWELL BUT LLOYD BRUSHING IT OFF. EXPLODES INTO TEN BILLION PIECES. AAGHH AAGHHHH AAGHH screaming crying god that engineer needs a god damn hug

also them in civilian clothes! they look so dorky lmao the hats r super cute tho AND I REALLY LIKE THAT JAVIER HAS GLASSES THATS SO SILLY how can he see though wouldn't it be like vaguely blurry . most glasses are prescription,,, tho they did find this stuff discarded so maybe theyre just,,, decorative??? do people still wear decorative glasses???

i have more thoughts on their attire but it coincides with some thoughts i have for the latter half of this ep so i'll bring it up then!

THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EPISODE THE MOUNTAIN TRAIL AAGHHH AAAHHH

i started tearing up oh my FUCKING god i feel so insane ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh my heart ohhghhh

trying to keep his bluff up all the way through even though he's visibly struggling im gonna throw up im gonna throw up

most if not all the panels in this latter half of the episode make me feel like this so i'll try not to be repetitive and jump straight into my thoughts LMAO

i think the way lloyd is drawn in these panels is really, REALLY well done, and not in just an "oh the art looks good" kind of way, but the choices they make with the posing and the camera angle makes me feel insane

because the moment we cut to the shot where they're on the trail, we do not see lloyd's entire face at ALL. the most we see is his nose and mouth, and that makes my heart squirm like a motherfucker, because who else did we see that way in the webtoon?

kim suho, all the way at the beginning.

we don't actually get to know suho's face until way, way later in the webtoon adaptation, which is once he's way more secure in his position as lloyd frontera

so seeing this,,, it's like we're thrown back to then, it's like LLOYD is thrown back to then, back to when he was just suho kim; someone who thought of himself as nothing, as someone who just couldn't function correctly in this world, and god does my heart ache

and lloyd right now feels it too, the anxieties he once had coming right back. and i think that makes the clothing choices for lloyd specifically really impactful too, specifically upper body

the blue poloshirt is eerily reminiscent of the blue tracksuit suho used to wear, and it's the layer underneath a green jacket with a collar similar to lloyd's usual coat. it's like a reminder to the reader that once upon a time, he was just suho wearing lloyd's mask in a strange, new world. i think this experience is a reminder of that to suho, too,,,

also, the bucket hat is able to cover most if not all of his hair. in some of these panels, you can't even tell that it's lloyd underneath. it might not be the same body, with the way the camera is positioned, especially with some of them being from javier's point of view, it's like,,, "who is speaking right now? the face of lloyd frontera, or the heart of suho kim?"

and in the middle of this, we hear javier speak and ask suho if he hated his behavior, blamed himself for his anxieties, and only then do we get to see one of his eyes, but just one.

idk if the timing of this is intentional (i dont know if ANY of this direction is intentional) but id like to think that javier responding in search of clarification (rather than responding in silence or in disgust) helped suho be a little more inclined to opening up and being honest with who he was in this world. i really really like that

AND THIS ARGHHH ARGHHH AAAHHHHH ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR LIKE A PILLBUG HAVING A SEIZURE AGHHHH

it makes it so so telling that he's the type to live for others, he always has been, to the point of being a workaholic. a quiet, good kid, trying to make amends for the struggles he has by burdening himself with the responsibility of protecting his parents names, of protecting the people he loved. he's done that since the beginning and he keeps doing that over and over and over, both here on earth and there in lorasia.

it makes me so upset (in a character drive way! not in a "this is bad" way) that he thinks of himself as nothing without this responsibility, when this ability to move forward and endure and fight for people is something beautiful in and of itself. it's not every day that you meet people like this, selfless and hardworking and tenacious to their core. back then he encapsulated his identity based on his inability to function in a world that requires social and physical interaction - something that isn't his fault! - and while he was able to move past that in lorasia, he was thrown back to this encapsulation once in seoul. he started to think of himself as "suho in lloyd's body" again, instead of "i am lloyd frontera" as he said before his "bluff" failed. MY HEART HURTS.

and i think that's why javier's concluding note, that in the knights eyes he is just the same person, is so impactful too.

because javier doesn't see lloyd based on his anxiety. he sees him for who he is. someone who protects the people he cares about. someone who is brilliantly cunning, quick on his feet, rational and brave and tenacious tenacious tenacious. for all the things suho admitted to javier, these truths haven't changed for the knight. he's the same person.

javier sees a guardian. javier sees kim suho.

AND THAT is what gets suho to his feet and we finally see his full face again. AND OOHHHH THE LOOKS THEY GIVE EACH OTHER AGHHHH AHHH

the marks of tears streaked on his face but he's smiling with so much renewed energy and javier softly smiling back IM GONNA THROW UPPPP THESE TWO MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEE AHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHH

exploding. exploding. exploding. exploding. exploding.

anyway that's all (for now. if you see me on twitter i might still be agonizing over this /pos) i will SEE YOU NEXT WEEK! i hope we get a cool view from namsan tower and javier reacting to that that'd be nice :3 ANYWAYS BYE

[callisto-died]

gojo x reader

crossposted from my ao3.

Hear me out.

A guy with white hair that works with you in a Home Depot. 

Perfect jawline, perfect blue eyes, perfect hair, perfect everything.

You got carried away, bumping into his back and dropping the box full of materials on the floor.

"Shit. Gojo, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking and I- I'm sorry." He turned to look at your small form, cocking a brow.

"My back is that sculpted? Huh, guess all that going to the gym shit worked out for me all along. Don't worry, I'll take the blame."

He knelt down, picking the box up from the floor, picking up the broken pieces of the vases and dumping them in the box. "Say, I've caught you staring at me a couple of times. What's your name?"

Your face. Saying it was red would be an understatement, and you covered it with your hands.

"My name is Y/N."

He extended his hand, you held it and shook it.

"Hey, I got a question."

Your eyes traced him as you leaned in closer to listen.

"So, asked a girl out and apparently she couldn't make it, so now I have a reservation for two at this fancy restaurant. Wanna come with me?" He cocked his head and started walking, he walked over to the gardening section, taking a watering pot in his hand. You followed behind him sheepishly like a puppy.

You froze momentarily, his form disappearing into the distance. 

You chased after his, patting his back. 

"So you're asking me out on a date is what you're doing, right?"

He nodded, seeming carefree. That was what attracted you so much to him. His wit, his determination to water those damn plants and get his hands dirty by using the forklift. You melted on the spot.

"I'll go. What's your number?"

You both exchanged numbers, and you took your leave to do your work.

You paced around your room, you were anxious. You wore a tight (f/c) dress that hugged your curves perfectly, curled your hair, and applied some mascara and lipstick. You had a (f/c) bag, and it had everything you needed, pads, tampons, and just in case, condoms. You checked your phone constantly, you finally got a notification.

Gojo Work - im outside

You didn't know what to save his contact name as, so you just stook with the obvious.

You - omw, r u at the front entrance or back entrance

Gojo Work - back

You left your apartment, not before double checking the mirror to make sure you looked nice.

You admitted, you looked beautiful...

You scurried downstairs, opening the passenger door to his car, it was fancy, cold and slick, clean and...

"So are you gonna get in or are ya gonna walk there?"

"Right."

You nodded, slipping into his car, closing the door next to you. 

"So, what's this restaurant you're taking me to?"

"You'll see."

He drove, his eyes carefully traced on the road, his glasses on his face. He wore a black tight shirt and you couldn't help but stare at his...

Anyways, along with the tight black shirt, he had his sleeves rolled up, a belt, and some black tight dress pants.

You finally arrived, and Gojo stepped out of the car, opening your door.

"After you."

He closed the door behind you, and took your hand in his. "You look great, by the way." 

You blushed, "Thanks, you look nice too."

You walked into the restaurant, mexican music blasting through the speakers. "This is my favorite restaurant, I know I said it was fancy, but that was just a bluff. Sorry."

"How can I help you?" The waitress walked up to you two.

"Reservation for two please, Satoru Gojo."

She led you to a private dining area, where she locked the door right after.

"For privacy, you know?" Gojo stated. "Last time I came here this weird homeless guy walked in and started yelling at me and my date."

"Oh."

"Anyways, what do you want to eat?"

After ordering your food, you leaned your head on the palm of your hand. 

"You're so hot."

Gojo perked up. "Am I?"

"What?"

"You said I'm hot." He scooted closer to you, caressing your cheek. "Do you really believe that?"

You nodded sheepishly, "Who wouldn't?"

Gojo leaned in for a kiss, lips connecting with each other.

He leaned in closer, putting his hand behind your head. You tilted your head, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. Gojo pulled apart from you in an instant, and your food was served.

A while later, you two began making out again, he lay you on the table, and you gave him a toothy grin as he held you softly.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him closer. Gojo had just locked the door, as you laid on the table, Gojo spreading your legs with his strong arms. "Spread for me, baby."

He started massaging your inside thighs, rutting his hardness between your core, it made you shudder and moan in pleasure. 

"Is this okay?" He unbuttoned your dress and slid them down to your ankles, admiring your favorite pair of panties beneath him. "Yes." You whispered huskily.

"Alright." He stuck his fingers through your panties, tracing your clit with small circles, eliciting a moan from you.

He pushed a finger inside you, stretching your insides slowly. "Ah- Gojo.."

He unbuttoned his own pants, taking his own length out and stroked it twice before coating it with your slick.

Gojo pumped his length once or twice and you took a second look at it, it was too long. Way too long.

He pushed another finger inside you, taking them out and thrusting back in at a medium pace.

"Fuck, Gojo."

"Soon."

He brought you in for a rough, yet passionate kiss, running his hand along your waist, squeezing it a couple times. He pulled his fingers out of you, and licked them free of your pre-cum. He pulled your panties down, and aligned himself with your hole. "Just let me know if it hurts, okay? Don't be too loud."

You nodded, letting him slowly slip inside you. You felt his member poke your stomach, and you pressed a finger there, which made Gojo squirm. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, and looked into your eyes. "Do that again." He waited patiently, but you just stared at him dumbfoundedly. "Be a good girl, go on, do it again." You finally gave in, pressing against him, causing him to groan. "Good girl, yes, good...mm." He leaned into your neck, leaving sweet kisses and bites, he was so mesmerizing, you couldn't get enough of him.

You enjoyed the praise, so you did it again. 

He thrusted deep inside you at this, shaking the table in the process. "Ow!" You winced, which made him pause.

"Sorry, nevermind. I'm fine now. You can.. go faster."

He stared into your eyes, you couldn't help but stare back, getting lost in his oceanic gaze. "I'm sure, please."

He nodded, and held onto your shoulders. 

He started slow, easing himself out only to thrust himself back in faster.

At this point, the only thing that could be heard was the table shaking, his balls bouncing on your ass, and the pants and groans that would come out of Gojo's mouth. 

You felt your core tighten, you moaned loudly and Gojo put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. "Be a good girl for daddy and shut up, won't you?"

You came inside him, but Gojo seemed to still be hard. You tapped his shoulder which made him stop, and you slid off his dick. 

"I want to suck you off."

His face went beet red when you said this, but he obliged, carrying you off the table and placing you on your knees gently. "Be good for me."

You nodded as you held his dick with your hand, your cum pooling down beneath you, dripping on your thighs.

Licking a stripe up his dick, tasting yourself, you squeezed his length twice before taking him halfway. 

"Gnnnhm.." You made a weird noise when you took him, amazed by his hugeness.

At the noise, Gojo thrusted upward, taking your hair in his hands. 

"Fuck, do that again, baby!"

Stuffing your mouth hole, you choked on it, letting out a gagged noise.

You did as he asked, slowly taking him out and sucking him with lust.

You started pumping his cock faster, sucking him faster, everything just to make him cum. He squirmed in your touch, his dick twitching in your mouth.

"I'm so close, Y/N, baby. Oh, I'm so close, keep being a good girl for daddy and suck me off just like- hnnng!" He came unexpectedly in your mouth, pulling your hair, forcing you down.

...

"God, we should go on dates more often."

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Jily x Fool for Love by Lord Huron.

I think this can be heard as Jily through the years but some of the verses really give Halloween 1981 through James’ perspective so that’s how I listen to it! (song link at the end!)

I’m leavin’ this place behind,

And I’m headin’ down on the road tonight,

I’m off for the Hinterlands,

Way up north to where the trees all stand,

Before I commence my ride,

I’m askin’ Lily to be my bride,

I know there’s another man,

But he ain’t gonna delay my time plans

I know she’s gonna be my wife,

Gonna fall in love, I’m gonna live my life with her,

You know, I bet he’s not so tough,

Ain’t afraid of him ‘cause I’m a fool for love

I come forward to find Big Jim,

Well, here I am and I guess you’re him,

I see how you got your name,

You’re tall as hell and broad as a train,

You say you’re a hard-worn man,

Oh, the baddest guy in the whole wide land,

Oh, I’m not afraid to fight,

Let’s step outside and I’ll show you why

I’m hummin’ like a revved-up truck,

Never mind the odds, I’m gonna try my luck with her,

Just tell me when you’ve had enough,

I’m dangerous ‘cause I’m a fool for love

You know you don’t hit half-bad,

Oh, but I’m gonna lay to ground tonight, oh,

Just wait until I catch my breath,

Gonna send you off to an early death

I lie in the drifting snow,

Bleeding out as it covers me over,

If spring comes before I’m found,

Just throw my bones in a hole in the ground,

I lost friends along the way,

I knew I’d need ‘em eventually,

No, I’m not afraid to die,

Just mad I left Big Jim alive

I know I should’ve never looked back,

But you ain’t gonna win a woman’s heart like that,

Oh, I never should have called his bluff,

I was born to lose ‘cause I’m a fool for love

I stare into the endless sky,

And the sorry tale of my life goes by, oh,

I drift into the great unknown,

No, I really don’t know where I’m goin’,

I stare into the endless sky,

And the sorry tale of my life goes by, oh,

I drift into the great unknown,

No, I really don’t know where I’m goin’

[unproduciblesmackdown]

days after the bit of rereading inspiring it Hraaarghh summoning the power to verbalize "i appreciate how much Everyone's Really Motivated Rn Huh & Barely Keeping Ahead Of Things is set up / converging At This Moment for the gamers in lackadaisy"

go mitzi lmao with the fraud or whatever (more importantly robbing the last friend in the world cashed in like poker chips you said it wasn't gonna be like that it wasn't supposed to be but etc Great Exchanges) stringing back together the symbolism necklace, are you sure progress is the world, all this on the line to barely hold things together a bit longer & then the payoff of this relies on what's going on with the other active players in the operation, which is "even more haphazardly strung together into an operation" and "it's going: bad"

which is to say, getting An begrudging shipment of goods based on a bluff, which hasn't been made yet, things are hanging together by a thread as it were, mostly nobody's having a good or particularly strategic time but now they're sure More In It than ever. and killing a guy from the most powerful enemy to make around here who is already on the defensive (ft. good offense style) but whoops where's the other guy? well that's probably fine, as was almost getting shot, and the entire run isn't even completed & compare this to the success of the marigold trifecta operation we were just shown. really ramping up the "no way this can go on indefinitely, & only would keep going on if you Need To Believe It Can Work Out rather than bring down disaster 5 min later"

shoutout to zib in whatever stage of imprisonment he's in where initially it's like "well dropping your access to / affiliation with lackadaisy pin down a drain could solely be about 'ha ha, now Another authority won't detect this'" but i'm supposing it's (also) about giving up on the operation / actually intending to cut his losses. But What Will Happen....and will the time devoted to his establishing any rapport with a prohibition bureau agent lead to him Learning Anything important? hmm

meanwhile there's viktor over there not wanting everything to end with paisley & regret, who's also like "wow i'm moved to tragically look at these unanswered letters from my Daughter daughter, whoops i lost (a picture of) her to the abyssal underworld (basement space) & can't manage to retrieve her (photo) from it. sure hope i don't get a call from elsa telling me a daughter figure is doing her first rumrunning challenge for the vine"

lmao MY guy. you imply around mordecai that marigold WAS up to something that could've played into atlas's death, On Top Of that Something's Up currently that's involving him but he doesn't understand it and he can't get any info from marigold about it, it's like two nights later & he's asking gracie about it, what a special time they're having. unfortunate that it's gonna end in ten seconds based on "mordecai is pushing a guy like thrice his size along on a squeaking desk chair through the obstacle course of an abandoned brewery so i don't think that's prime conditions to evade the savoys' detection / catching up to that" and "also wip sketch pages suggest serafine's about to noscope gracie 'what's going on here' shoot first ask questions of the guy who was supposed to have shot him already later" so like, a) mordecai will presumably have the info about gracie's scheduled Next Meeting With Drago (in several days) so like hm what's he gonna do? we know drago is focused on marigold. does he have info for zib, for mordecai? how would mordecai approach a meeting with a fed out here & as little Specificity to work with as he's had in questioning gracie, even if plausibly drago Does have more relevant info? i guess you could abduct him too, for a start. risky, ups the stakes, but that's just what he's Already done (as has Everyone Else, as per the central topic of this post) and so now b) seems like the savoys' getting to go "uhhh so. what's up" about mordecai's antics (like. also do we really think the savoys believe he's Having Fun anyways. i Guess. just also probably they'll very easily readjust that belief lmao)

actually this is just a paragraph break for the hell of it. MY GUY....so that basically it's looking like another thing that'll happen is mordecai will have to accept an Affiliation Outside Marigold with the savoys, simply b/c suddenly they have all this leverage knowing he's up to something, But based on what they've Just said & done, they aren't particularly interested in Telling On Him but Are particularly interested in "yeah we don't assume we or you will work at marigold forever, so also we Do want to be allied outside marigold forever" and like seems plausible they could be interested in [find out what's going on at marigold that Concerns Them but that they can't be more privy to than they are now] designs as well anyways. difficult to imagine that they can get on exactly the same page here, but it could be some Good Enough compromise between all of them. and i hope so because they Are still crushing it out here and i certainly think their allying in recognition of We're All Out Here Doing What It Takes To Survive is a basis of encouraging clarity / accuracy on the matter and of course a powerful teamup to maintain & work with & because like lord the [this is a narrative] target on mordecai otherwise perhaps lmao like he does not have the insulation of "wow, family, beautiful" or "wow, romance, beautiful" or "wow, the 'innocence' to have been insulated from This Kind Of Situation in the first place, beautiful" or "wow, randos happen to find you useful AND personable, beautiful" or "so you're up to violence in the violence business & so is everyone else but did you see all these preceding points?? watch out" like boy he needs the backup here. fingers crossed my special little guy. and rooting for the savoys too. anyways

and like see all my murder mystery musing but ofc i dunno what marigold's other Ventures and other Warnings and other Thorns are all about, but that we know Something's Up, and it sure could be that like whatever retrenchment type of maneuvers might've led to some situation of marigold like ummm maybe we care more about an alliance with atlas being a potential liability rather than an asset and then that nonzero involvement in the interest of Indefinite Survival For The Business will have been a little domino of its own destruction set off. would be wild if such "whoops trying to outrun one's own doom was feeding into it??" & Cycles Of Violence & stuff were like some fundamental themes driving the whole narrative here. would be wild if it was like nooo not the isolated guy too Weird to everyone else nooooo....at least one way or another getting up to plenty of Drama first. that's right

[steve-brules-rules]

Hi. My life has been thrown into chaos nd I’ve been on queue for many days now :)) But I’m not gonna let the chaos win

I’m combining days 6 thru 8 of beweirdoctober because this is MY blog and I am the captain :]

6: Origins

Since Ryan has managed to pierce the veil of reality (& they got a boyfriend out of it ❤️), they and Dasein see ALOT of things they probably aren’t meant to interact with. Ryan was given the opportunity to learn about their past during a very strange misadventure involving weird autonomous shadow magic creatures only they and Dasein could see.

Aside from the fact that Ryan was doubtful about the creatures’ powers, they were pretty frustrated about it. I guess wandering around a sandy dungeon in Mirage for 11 hours will make you very cranky :]

These things wanted to manipulate Ryan into using their abilities to help the creature take over the spiral. Ofc, that’s not gonna happen hehe. But they showed Ryan a version of themselves that lived on earth with parents and school and a job, and even a spouse and kids later on.

But instead of making Ryan sad and emotionally vulnerable like they’d hoped, it just made Ryan verrrry angry lolol They were sick of wandering around in the excessive heat while trying to stop a bunch of sniveling creatures who wanted to toy with their emotions to get their way. Ryan yelled at the creatures for a very VERY long time for thinking this guilt tactic would somehow work. They don’t have any memories of life before the spiral, so none of these images meant anything to them. They’re already a self sufficient adult with magic god powers, and they wouldn’t want to live in any reality where they couldn’t be with Dasein.

In the end, Ryan’s reaction freaked out the creatures so bad that they promised not to mess with them anymore, and Ryan left in a huff to go home to fall asleep for 16 hours. Dasein was alot more affected by it than Ryan was, and it took him a few days to calm down after that absolute mindfreak.

Ryan’s still not sure if the things they saw were a bluff, or an actual alternate reality. They could never tell poor Dasein, because they don’t want to send him into another anxious meltdown, but they get a sick feeling in their stomach that it wasn’t all lies.

7. Likes

Well, most of all, Ryan likes Dasein :] since they’re both basically gods from outside the spiral, it’s like they were made for eachother ! Sometimes they get into arguments or drive eachother crazy with annoying little habits, but at the end of the day, they’re still deeply in love for the rest of time BECAUSE I SAY SO :] ❤️ Dasein’s pretty frickin powerful (I mean he’s a whole world ffs) so he can leave Novus and go wherever he wants, but in the beginning, it was a little difficult for him to get the hang of splitting his consciousness and leaving. They were both falling apart over the idea of being separated again after Ryan had gone on walkabout just to rescue Dasein. So they came up with the idea of having Ryan wear a pendant with a little container of Novus dirt. With that physical anchor, Dasein was able to pass through the spiral door with Ryan. He also struggled with staying in one place while he was asleep, so Ryan frantically dumped dirt all over the floor of their apartment in the arcanum in the middle of the night :] nowadays, they don’t have to worry about dirt, but Ryan still keeps a tiny bit of it in a locket around their neck as a memento, and a physical reminder of their love for Dasein

Ryan also likes any and all food from Mirage. They get a funny smile when they’re trying to contain their excitement at getting to eat it, and Dasein thinks it’s adorable. Sometimes, he brings some home for dinner as a surprise, just to watch Ryan’s reaction

8. Dislikes

Ryan isn’t a fan of all the notoriety and responsibility that comes with being a god. They sometimes miss the days when they were just a student, and they could stop to take a break almost anytime they wanted. But now if they’re called away, even in the middle of the night, they have to get up and go help.

Ryan also dislikes diplomacy. They’re often called on to be a diplomat, and they hate it. It’s very boring to them, and they aren’t great at being tactful at the best of times. Dasein is much better at that stuff. Ryan prefers solving problems with spells.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

A Marvelously Wonderful Life

1102 was a very tough chapter to write about. I usually have a draft ready from the Raws, but here there were a few angles I had to look at it from. So y'all are getting a Christmas bonus. On the surface this is just a cool, cool chapter. We split between Kuma and Bonney's stories, showing the former's side of known events. It's so moving in it's own right, do remember part of why I choose to focus on the meta narrative aspects is because it's hitting very close to home. And y'all this one's a doozy. Bookends. So this flashback begins with Ginny saving the day at God Valley the way she did and now ends with Kuma setting a precedent for the exact narrative trope we're looking for? Showing hidden sides of known events.

That's it, that's like...the entire foundational building block of all this weird shit I've said. Kiku was perfectly set up to do this with all of Wano, but it'd really start looking like a new recruit narrative fast. It's not just saying that the same way anyone could do that, we've pointed out several specific places where you could guess something happened based on context clues. Miss Unassuming is kinda the #1 archetype to pair with a twist told that way. In essence, this flashback starts and ends by setting a precedent. That's one way you could look at it, given I can tie both to Victoria Cindry is blowing my mind.

You cheeky lil shit. Don't worry, I'm not getting ahead of myself. This could just be a last note of the flashback and next chapter we're back to fighting Saturn. Kuma pops in to save the day with a last ounce of humanity, the miracle we didn't see with Cindry. Tomorrow we'll talk big picture, why I still wonder if this is a red herring walking the same line as Yamato. But first we have to ask the basic question, where does 1103 go from here? Because it can do that...but did we see it? A repeat of how we came back from the big cutaway. When we skipped the night in the lab. Is this the start of us coming back to that? Don't forget that was a double-bluff too.

That is an intriguing possibility. Always cool when you see the concept you expected but in a different way that's instantly so much better. Yeah, that is the way to play with the flow of this narrative. Skip the night, get to the high drama, fill in the night, finish the fight. To me, if that's what we're doing then this is almost assuredly heading towards the "Double Rashomon" idea. There'll be one more segment away. Maybe it's the alternate take on Wano. Maybe that's through Sword and Drake's report. Maybe it's the two Stussys as a pretext to let Marco do it. Maybe it's something completely different with or without alt-Wano as the fourth, real one. Neat right?

Crackle. Oh man, story's picking up another frequency again. There's something I'm left with here. Kuma's a total patron saint of teddy bears and genuinely good dudes everywhere. He's so cuddly and sweet and I know some of y'all are gonna hate me for this but he's also kind of a trusting idiot. So it's interesting you have that "Bakura" split personality element seep in.

We've broached this subject before, it's where Okiku was an evolution of Himura Kenshin. Which is really just the difference between a man making big, grandiose axioms about nonviolence vs. a sensible, pragmatic woman who will bear the burden of doing what's necessary as a last resort. Remember how much Kuma's sacrifices troubled Ginny. A little more grit and realism from the very spiritual Kuma probably would have been better for everyone involved, but at least people end up remembering you as a figure like Oden.

Makes this little crackle very interesting. It theoretically works as a Chekov's Gun; a way for Kuma to have a happy ending if Vegapunk snuck it in anyways. Or it works as a roadmap for where Kuma, saintly as he may be, fell short and is part of something bigger. Recall, we do make a point of showing something similar out of Vivi losing her cool in a tense conversation with Cipher Pol. (Psst, and Stussy setting up still struggling with personal identity issues that are silly to worry too much about.)

[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 8 | PANIC | wc: 752

a/n: tw for... well, nonconsensual transfer of OfA from Banjo to En. there had to be precedent for what All Might mentioned, right? tw for nondescript gore and canonical character death scene too, tbh

//

“Lariat?” En rasps. His head is ringing, and his vision’s going, and he is collapsed on the ground surrounded by rubble and settling dust clouds. He still smells smoke in the air, but it’s a hard guess as to whether it’s from him or the number of buildings All for One exploded to prevent Banjo from gaining the high ground.

“Smokestack,” says Banjo through a wet hacking cough. There’s a raggedness to his voice, like it’s going threadbare with weakness, and that doesn’t make sense because Banjo is one of the most solid figures in En’s life. “Smokestack, get up.”

He obeys. With shivering limbs, En gets to his hands and knees, and he lifts his heavy head up only to bite back a cry.

“Not the time, En.”

“Fuck off,” he snaps, trying frantically to reel back Smokescreen from flooding the area. His heartbeat flutters, skips, runs at a pace that has En’s hindbrain falling back on prey instinct. Hide. Hide now, before All for One sees you too. He struggles to breathe past the heavy copper scent of blood, but considering the fact that he’s practically kneeling in front of Banjo, it’s a lost cause.

“Focus!” Banjo barks at him.

En squeezes his eyes shut, clamps down on Smokescreen and visualizes compressing it into a compact ball, and peeks at Banjo again. The injuries are too numerous to patch on the field, and there’s the issue of him being half-buried in crumbled concrete (quite possibly pierced through with rebar) too. Nausea builds.

“What did I tell ya?!” his senior scolds. “Focus, and get up!”

“I will throw up on your corpse,” En says to the ground.

“You’re gonna join me as another dead body if you don’t do what I tell you right now. Up, soot sprite.” En’s ankle twinges at the telltale sharp lash of Blackwhip, and it’s too ingrained in En to not follow the unspoken message. He snarls wordlessly but lifts his head to stare into Banjo’s pale face, to read into the grim expression.

“I’m not built for One for All.”

“Well, I don’t see your boyfriend anywhere near here,” says Banjo, “so tough it out.” He swings his fist out, fingers clenched tight to encourage the output of fresh blood. En flinches back. “Don’t waste time. Eat this.”

“No,” he spits. “No, I won’t! Banjo-senpai, if All for One could get to you, then I’ll be dead within the year! I’m not strong enough!”

“Not if you’re smart, which I know you are! En, there’s no one else. You’ve been with me this whole investigation into All for One, which means you know the stakes. So take my blood, damn you, and get out of here!”

“No!” En repeats, blindly, staggering to his feet. The ringing in his ears is getting louder, and the thickly insulated clothes he commissioned for comfort now feel too constricting, too tight. Banjo glares at him with ice-chip blue eyes, teeth bared and tinged pink with more blood.

He’ll--he’ll distract All for One. He’ll bluff his way out, pretend (only pretend!) to have taken the stockpile Quirk, use Smokescreen in periodic bursts all the way to the cavalry, and En will rely on Lariat’s furious spite to carry him through to the hospital. Easy. Simple.

“Just wait,” he pleads, “just wait, wait until I get back--”

Banjo lets out a wordless howl then, and Blackwhip tears into being, powered by a rage En has never had to bear the brunt of before. The tendrils of energy move faster than he can dodge, and he is dragged down to Banjo’s level again. En’s heart is in his throat, or it’s in the pit of his stomach, or maybe it’s slamming frantically against his sternum like a cornered animal.

“I don’t want it!” En cries. “One for All is meant for those who can fight, Banjo-senpai. I’ll do nothing with it but run.”

“Then run,” Banjo grinds out, and he presses his bloodied fist to En’s closed mouth, insistent on painting pale flesh red. Blackwhip crackles unpleasantly; En gasps, chokes on the sudden presence of Banjo’s knuckles crammed against his teeth, and gags when he tastes blood on his tongue.

It still takes several convulsive swallows for Banjo to be persuaded that One for All has passed on, though confirmation isn’t instantaneous. He releases En from Blackwhip, and En lurches away. His eyes sting.

“Run,” says Lariat. He’s no longer looking at En.

And En obeys without question, without even saying goodbye.

[lightofraye]

Christina Aguilera - Fighter

After all you put me through You'd think I'd despise you But in the end, I wanna thank you 'Cause you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you Thinkin' that you were true Guess I, I couldn't trust, called your bluff Time is up 'cause I've had enough

You were there by my side Always down for the ride But your joyride just came down in flames 'Cause your greed sold me out in shame, mhm

After all of the stealing and cheating You probably think that I hold resentment for you But uh-uh, oh no, you're wrong 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through So I wanna say thank you, 'cause it

Makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder Makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, yeah, yeah, ohh

Never saw it coming All of your backstabbing And just so you could cash in on a good thing Before I realized your game

I heard you're goin' 'round Playin' the victim now But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame 'Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies Guess you're wanting to hold me But that won't work anymore (no more, a-ha, it's over) 'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down So I wanna say thank you, 'cause it

Makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter

How could this man I thought I knew Turn out to be unjust, so cruel? Could only see the good in you Pretended not to see the truth You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself Through living in denial But in the end you'll see, you won't stop me

I am a fighter and I (I'm a fighter) I ain't gon' stop (I ain't gonna stop) There is no turning back I've had enough

Makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder (ooh, yeah) It makes me that much wiser (ooh, yeah) So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster (yeah) Made my skin a little bit thicker (yeah, yeah, yeah) Makes me that much smarter (yeah) So thanks for making me a fighter (fighter)

You thought I would forget but I, I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh) 'Cause I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh) I remembered You thought I would forget (ooh-ooh) I remembered (ooh-ooh) 'Cause I remembered (ooh) I remembered

Makes me that much stronger (ooh-ooh) Makes me work a little bit harder (ooh-ooh) It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter

[swallowtailed]

palisade 21 (!!!!)

and the oscar for best weird tension goes to: ali acampora!!!!!!! (~very small background applause~)

i am SO pleased that the crew's doing both the moon mission and the stargrave mission. i was really torn over which i wanted to happen, and assumed the moon mission would get put off. but this is fantastic. best of both worlds.

it does make me wonder how they're gonna handle the tension. the a-plot is gonna play opposite (let alone mirror) the b-plot's apocalypse mission. so i'm excited to find out what heights the a-plot will be pushed to! (fatt, as a show, favors world-endings. i imagine we'll confront a past one, and figure's future.)

[also, just to get my guess in now - i think chimera's lantern was originally part of the planet palisade, got exploded out from the giant caldera at the northern pole, and contains (the tomb of?) palisade's excerpt.]

but plot stuff aside... brnine. holy shit. fantastic scenes this ep, from the crew meeting to the call to gucci to the conversation with thisbe. ali did not miss a fucking beat.

again in partizan parallels, brnine getting chewed out for baseline felt very reminiscent of their conversation with k.o. rooke after orzen. except this time they made the call knowingly, and it was inaction rather than action.

i loved the moment of brnine referencing how the blue channel was used as a distraction by the cause.

i'm really, really excited for brnine and phrygian to run this gauntlet. by which i don't mean the infiltration (although that'll be cool), but the interpersonal gauntlet of being the two people trying to take out the stellar combustor. i... kind of suspect phrygian may not make it through this one, is the thing? (also my hopes for a bottle horror situation in their new tin can are SO high)

that conversation with thisbe--it felt like a really good twist on the han solo/c3po kind of trope for thisbe to ask brnine for reassurance that they'd succeed. not "never tell me the odds", but "show me the improbable future you believe in", "explain why i matter out of the whole universe". very deeply tender in their own specific way. i'm really glad thisbe and brnine made it to this point.

brnine and asepsis: so what are we calling the pilot-divine relationship where the pilot gains the divine's trust enough to take over its role when it's in crisis? suggestions welcome.

(does brnine know they're so trusted? this only occurred to me just now, but like, what the fuck. thisbe, asepsis, the team meeting--their crew trust them so much. do they know that? this is going to keep me up at night.)

the primary/satellite callback was fantastic, but it's also so fucking funny to me to imagine gucci and brnine retiring to open a space truck stop together. gucci already almost died on one of those!

more seriously-- from tm 20: "the second that you start thinking that a loaded gun is romantic is the second you stop being like us and start being like them."

and the tone of that conversation was so funny. you know, in its horror. gucci having an audible breakdown, brnine making plans in response. they've known each other for way too long. i am also glad they made it to this point, but in a kicked-back-eating-popcorn way. (also: acting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

other loose notes:

phrygian-as-carnival is both very bluff city and, frankly, very irl state fair

the discussion of how branched work just made me want to see janine play a branched even more than i already did

cori this ep: love the kind of pc who takes a loss as a signal that they just need to push farther, fight harder, and fulfill the destiny they're sure they're supposed to have. peak tragedy.

imo the blue channel are a very accurate representation of the kind of crew who are in the shit with no one but themselves. highly specific ways of relating to each other. deep trust. bickering. (work got rough this week, okay, and this ep made me feel very seen.)

very pleased that perennial is tier 7. this is the proper number.

i really have to listen to counterweight, don't i

[plsijustwantausernameilike]

TWO COWBOYS KISS BUT I ACTUALLY GIVE THE STORY THIS TIME!!!

I'll tell you, in all of my years of living, I never met a stranger couple than these two. It's not the fact that they're both men or that one probably carries fleas, but rather how it all started. See, we get criminals around these parts often, so a new crook showing up was no big deal. However, this man was different. 

For him, it wasn't about the money (well, it sorta was), but rather the kick he got out of it. All of his heists were like a game to him, as if he was trying to test himself. He had an odd way of doing things and always left clues for us to follow. Surprisingly though, no matter how many gunshots you hear, no one ever gets hurt. Some think he's a bad aim, others think he only uses it to bluff his way through a tough spot. Either way, Wolf was one of the most notorious crooks in our town. I think I speak for everyone when I say that I never had the slightest thought that when Sheriff Buckley finally got off his ass to do something about it, he would have Wolf end up in more than just a jail cell.

God damn.

I don't know how any of these feelings started. 

It was a typical, quiet sunday afternoon, well, until I got a guy busting into my office and screaming about a train robbery. Now, I had a general idea of this "Wolf" guy at first. From what I had gathered, he was a wild card. He always had a few tricks up his sleeve and he was pretty much the definition of unpredictable. There was no legal documents about him either so even though he showed his face as much as he wanted, no one knew his real name. Which is fucking stupid.

So, here I was, riding out to the small town where all this supposedly happened. Sure, Thornborough is a large area and I am the sheriff, but couldn't someone else have done this job? Either way, I don’t have anything better to do and no one else can get this asshole, so I gotta do all this shit myself.

As my horse moved along down the road toward St. Patrick, I looked back at my men. Most of them looked like they had only half a fly living inside their heads.

After about thirty or so, we were just outside of Thornborough's border and wouldn’t you know. Not a single soul in sight. The only sound we heard was the wind blowing through the trees. At least until we could hear a laugh in the distance. His god damned laugh. That same laugh that made me want to strangle him from that point on. The fact he was just so cocky about a heist he didn’t even finish was already annoying.

I guess I was too busy dwelling on the situation cause the train sped past and kind of scared me a little I’m not gonna lie.

I speed up. Thought if I could catch up to the closest cart, I could throw myself up and climb the cart. So I threw myself off of my horse and grabbed onto a train cart, slamming my face against the wall and pretty sure getting a splinter or two as I lift myself up onto the top. I see Wolf sitting on top of the locomotive, picking at his teeth all bored looking. He hears me stomp and stumble my ass over and gives a cheeky grin.

"Finally! I was wonderin' when things would get interestin'," He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. "Come 'ere."

What’s with this guy? Acting like we’re best buds or something as he dusted me off and… gave me a handshake…

“Howdy, name’s Wolf, but ya probably already knew that. Anyway you’re probably here to ‘serve justice’ and ‘lock me away for good’, right?”

I barely make a squeak and he already gives me a smile and pats me on the shoulder.

“Great! So basically how this is gonna go-“

I knee him hard in the stomach and cover his mouth.

“You think I’m playing with you? You got a lotta nerve thinking you’re just gonna- OW-“

He bites my hand with his sharp- fangs? They’re definitely fangs. No normal man has teeth that damn sharp.

“Waltz in here, act like this is a game, something you’re wrong something, yadda yadda. I already know the whole speech Sheriff, so how ‘bout we skip to the fun bit?”

He slips free from my grip like a grease soaked rat.

"This is the part where ya chase me and try to put me in cuffs!" He yells, laughing and jumping down to the gangway, making his way into the dining cart.

"You can't be serious," I yell as I run after him.

The train slowly rolls forward as Wolf pushes open the door leading to the passenger car. With both hands, he swings the bar across the door, locking us inside together. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell is even going on. Locking us in? For what?? Wouldn’t that make it easier for me to nab him? While I stand there, processing the stupidity of this man, he turns to look at me.

“Now, why don't you make yourself comfortable while I go get some food?"

"Food?"

His smile fades as he nods. "Yeah, its the dining cart and I'm hungry."

"Why are we in here? Weren't you robbing the train- ISN'T THAT WHY WE'RE DOING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"

"Yeah, but I did that hours ago. Everyone evacuated on the last stop and I got enough nice necklaces and shiny coins to last me a while. Now, I'm hungry and ya took forever to get here. You know how hard it is to keep yer balance on top of a movin' train? Ya shoulda been quicker, Sheriff turtle-ass.”

My mind was racing faster than ever. There was no one else on the train? I made my way here just to deal with this asshole for no reason?

For a few seconds, we sat in complete silence. I could hear the faint noise of the wind whistling outside, but that was it. After a few seconds of stuffing his face, he turns his head back to me and says, "Well, now that that's taken care of. Why don't we talk about this little encounter of ours."

His stupid grin stretched ear to ear as he was still chewing the food in his mouth as he spoke, not to mention the handful of food he had in his hands. This was going to be a long train ride….

part 2

[the-firebird69]

We have several warnings that are issuing from the Morlock they're trying to fire missiles intermittently to get information and they're telling us to let them through and we're saying no and they're threatening all sorts of places to try and keep their missiles alive and we are working now so leave and slowly but all over the world in thousands of places each area and we're moving in on them with every breath they take not to mention words. And then we have several million missiles no they have several trillion but for spaceships it's nothing.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Remember what I said and he says it's not blind man's bluff we're not blind you get a big huge mouth brain and you're doing the wrong thing and you're going to pay for it. I am sick of seeing you in the mall i'm sick of your **** friends and your dumb **** **** and you should have stood down but you'd have no idea that you should. And you don't know what spaceships can do yeah you have them. You know he's right about all of it but I can't stop anybody. Leave myself they keep having me do it for Christ's sake we're just gonna fire these and nothing will happen and he says no you're wrong we're keeping them around because we're gonna use them on you in a schedule of you going after each other because it's such a pain in the **** ****. Will that make sense so good Will that make sense so goodbye Brian and have fun getting rid of yourself thinking you're the king of everyone with the program you don't have and by the way it's just a program those robots can get fried just like any other robot and your robots are junk and Trump's robots are junk. This is kind of helpful this guy has stuff that we can't stop and we don't know where it is and we're motivated and he says I've got my hand up I have an answer for that question we need you to do this to get rid of you because you're a worm. bye go do something else.. And he says that he is going after a bug in his room but really this is very rude but he says it's real and I don't have to apply by it or listen to it or adhere to it but if I go near him with that evil intent I will be killed same with Trump and others today and he says it's gonna be fun because he's been sitting here taking it to get ready and to try not to show it too much but the trumps and you will be stopped by mostly the max so I hear that and we're a bunch of wussies we're gonna try anyways but do you know what spaceships are brian I guess not he says

I guess not he says

bja

wow we are stupid we count them ten...and ok billy z this sucks we see his damnit dumb ppl we are and we fire on them then lol and well have i hear of spaceships. not realy lol ahhaahh we waste missles on them and cant hit ther due to them ok fun.

trump

Well we're trying to test that and see it's not working so threatening your people he says don't threaten us or we will hit you . I understand something and they use a false flag they say it says I didn't say that this record here that says I didn't say that where's your proof that **** fat ass. We're gonna go ahead with it anyways. Why wouldn't you we want you to so we can knock the **** out of you. And your dinky little satellites have you heard of spaceships and we're going after you too. I do understand something nobody can hear us no we hear you we're monitoring every missile and every warhead we see you in which ones you're heating up we understand how many you have we know where and we know your other activities on top of it which are much more complicated just not as dangerous as nukes now what's the problem here we can hear you you don't you want us to listen to your baby crying again for another year we don't want to do that we don't want to hear this **** **** coming from subhuman losers all day and night.. Well we hear it and we understand what they're saying I said I don't think you understand what we're saying we're watching each and every warhead and it's gonna come back to you this evening that you're wrong but you won't know until most you're gone then you try and get me money cause you're a horse's **** and I don't want to be near you you're a retarder who **** his pants all the time and you wear diapers at Harvard I don't think you understand what I'm saying do you little kid. Well this is what we've been doing bother him when the mall is **** yelling at him and everyone else it does really not look good and we did the wrong thing we're gonna still try it and he says we will attack you in the max will attack you if you try it so goodbye and get off the line you moron and he says that and I agree

and he says that and I agreebja

Olympus We hear our son and we hear what his orders are and we're bothering you you're saying and we see that you're sending him requests and stuff for employment and he has no way to get there and he's telling you that and you're not listening it doesn't matter he can report five million jobs social Security if he's not qualified or can't get there he can't get the job or even if he's not fit and you don't even know what that is. See the head guy they're trying for excuses we can't tell yeah I think we hear you you idiot and we're going after you right now too by the way all over the world at Social Security. It's true and wherever you have missile sites I mean jeez what a bunch of winners can't wait until you're gone.

and yeh i m not jsut wasting yoru time john r lol h ahaha

Zues

Hera

we hear it all see it are at you john r and my boys are there hitting you. cleared the rings mostly only teenypockets left screaming they have devices. some do we hit they explode lol

mac daddy

we fall and are nonry so what

trump

you fall and are idiot aholes. so what. lol. leave a legacy for your father and ohters to fall with thank you dipshit and yeh you dont see it

Zues Hera

i cant respond it is trite sh but ok we try tstuff here lol ahhah he says reaaally hahah kidnapping no way. lol.

and sh we suck at it an blow are ugly and more and so bad it hurts our rhealm we queit then ahahahahah ok we fire on youregarless get quitting or not lol macs ready we do too adn forg and file you down slowly wiht nukes you bulit but really do they work? lol ahhaah

well ok haha we se it in the movies our areas hit. good

trump

the movies wow we fell for it too let me warm up my golf game ona putzer course lol you have no access to

oh yeh they are not built nor your cars or other houses we buiild other stuff lol ahahahahah lol

Zues Hera

ahahah

Olympus

[pekingin-ankka]

I'm currently working on Pipp's chapter of the cutie mark series as I'm casually calling it. It'll have a proper title as well, of course. And, naturally I found myself listening to the G5 songs again, both from the movie and Make Your Mark. And that made me think. I want to talk about the animation, more specifically a few of my favorite moments in the movie as far as the animation goes. However I'm going to limit this post to the songs, otherwise I'd be here all night listing almost everything that happens in the movie.

I'm actually going to start with the first song, Gonna Be My Day. When Sunny reaches the chorus for the first time and sings the line "I'm calling their bluff" I love the way she moves one front leg in front of the other. It's such a little thing and I can't even explain why I love it so much, but I do. It's pleasing to the eye. I've been listening to this song a lot. It's a lot of fun to sing.

Next is "I'm Looking Out For You." I guess I'm just going to do these in order. The lyric "Back at home it was earth ponies first, heard it so many times I could burst. And I fought for a change, but it's lonely 'cause, you know, party of uno" and the accompanying visuals are what I want to bring up. I just love seeing how the ponies move, and the hopping from the rock to another looks really nice. Also, I'm getting a bit sidetracked here, but the VOCALS of Kimiko and Vanessa are so pleasant to listen to. I'm trying to mostly stick to talking about the animation because otherwise this post would be me just GUSHING about the insane vocals.

Next is "Danger, Danger." Another song I've been listening to almost on repeat. And oh my god. Where do I start? Right here. "Outsiders creep up slow and steady. Wings glistening, horns at the ready." The way Sprout moves up closer to the foal and snatches the ice cream cone. I've been rewinding that part just so I see him zip into the frame and look at how they animated his legs. Again, I'm just fascinated with how the characters and their movements are animated. "Don't just sit on your butts and do nothing and wait" when he bucks that pony off the couch. Simple but so good. "Mob!" "Mob?" "M-M-Mob, mob!" "Mob?" "Mob?" "Angry, angry mob!" "Mob, m-m-mob, mob!" "Mob, mob, angry, angry!" Just.. all of this, literally. And from there we jump to the very next part of the song. And it's going to be another longer section. "Fight, see in black and white That's your pony right Time to lift your manes and proudly Throng, numbers make you strong Millions can't be wrong Especially when they're screaming loudly You might not have a bale of hay to borrow Are you saddled with your sorrow? If Are you scared about tomorrow? Well, it's all gonna work out painlessly If you follow my orders brainlessly" Just this WHOLE THING, okay. And it's just as much about the visuals as it is the vocals. I could have kept going but I'm choosing to end it here with this song and move on to the next one. Alright, so "Glowin' Up" is the main reason why I chose to even make this post. Again, OH MY GOD THE VOCALS. But the first, and most important thing I want to bring up is during the first "We don't fly like we used to, we take what we've been through" How Pipp twirls and soars higher in the spotlight, I've been watching that one part so many times and it always leaves me in awe with how beautiful and majestic it looks! If I was a fictional pony and was there to see Pipp perform, I would have fallen in love right there. Now I'm simply in love with the animation. Honorable mentions to when Hitch barges in and sees Pipp for the first time, and of course to his little moment in the spotlight. "Throwin' up, find a glove Fly around, bup-bup-bup Doin' stuff that I love You're like "why?" I'm like "what?" Crisp and dry, eat some mud Glowin' up, lovey dove" Classic. As for "Fit Right In", there's a few different parts of the song. I'm trying to speed this up a little bit so I can get back to writing. But, here goes. First: "They taught us unicorns were super scary maniacs With horns like razors and tongues like tasers and teeth like tacks They take your hooves and then they grind them into midnight snacks The basic gist of it is unicorns are not okay!" Then the very next part: "Look, I know we're riskin' everything for this endeavor But look at us, we're brave and strong and weird and clever" The next one is another longer one. "I know you will, now watch and learn This is how a unicorn walks (walks) This is how a unicorn talks (talks) This is how a unicorn hoops (hoops?)This is how a unicorn—"

"Oops!" "Oh!" "Geez!" "Stop!" "This is how a unicorn struts Oh, watch us shake our unicorn butts Now you're in the unicorn know" "Whoa!" "Soon you'll be a unicorn pro!" And then finally at the very end of the song: "We're gonna fit right in This is how a unicorn walks This is how a unicorn talks Now you're lookin' unicorn strong This is how a unicorn ends this song!" And at long last, "It's Alright." This one is luckily going to be a quick and easy one. When the song really kicks up with "It's alright, alright, alright-right-right." Again, it comes right back to watching the characters' legs move. It's fascinating. This has been me going over some of my favorite moments from the MLP A New Generation movie. Thank you, thank you.