#like episode 5 and six may have to turn this all around

[mydairpercabeth]

One thing I’m really looking forward to seeing is how they convince Percy not to join Luke. Up until the end of episode 4, Percy doesn’t have any faith in his dad or the other gods. He resents them all for abandoning their kids and doesn’t like their excuses. He is disgusted by how Athena treats Annabeth. He detests the whole claiming system and that the gods can just choose to claim them if they feel like it. And he is also being actively targeted by Zeus. What will be the turning point for him to not join Luke?

[demonicc0024tt]

I’m tweaking so have this flippy age theory

So being in the htf fandom I’ve noticed that lots of people portray Flippy as this traumatized war vet in his early 20’s and it bugs me out because there’s no way this man is 20 by the time he’s “discharged” from the war. Although it was never confirmed by any means that he’s actually discharged, he may be on some leave or the war just ended. But what war did he even go to? Well it’s only mentioned he went to W.A.R wich stands for Weaponized Animal Regiment, but seeing that Fliqpy’s booby traps are heavily inspired by the viet cong many say it may be possible that he also went to the Vietnam war (i also thought that would be the most rational explanation) which would make sense considering the insane trauma he has but also make him 60 even if he was drafted at the end of it, so i think he was just really interested in it but never actually got to fight there since it ended. He could have taken part in the Persian Gulf War but i doubt that. All we know is that Flippy went to the W.A.R so let’s stick to that.

What age did he go to the war then?

There is a possibility that if he was interested in joining the military from a young age and enlisted by himself then he may have been 18 at the beginning , though if that wouldn’t be the case and he was drafted instead, he would be around 20-25 years old. So let’s go with 20.

In the W.A.R journal episode he’s said to be a private, which is considered the lowest military rank (E-1) , but seeing the patch on his shoulder that could be inspired (definitely is) by the military rank insignia he could be a E-2 second class private.

The mission Flippy, Mouse Ka-Boom and Sneaky are on where they have to confront a literal General, could be seen as a very serious and important mission that would take at least 4 years of amazing performance and service for a literal second class private to go on without any forces except for two other privates, which i think makes sense because Flippy killed a literal General and that on it’s own could get him promoted to a sergeant (E-5). While promotions from E1 to E4 are mostly gained by time, E5 and higher are mostly performance and binding time earned. For a E2 to get to E5 it would take a great amount of time. To get to E3 could take at least 10 months and to E5? That could even be three to six years based on performance or even more!

So let’s say that Flippy was a great soldier for at least four years, got assigned to a serious mission, completed it alone because his teammates died, and that got him promoted to a Sergant at about 24/25 years old.

Although there is no real number of years he was at war it would make sense for it to be at least ten years if we look back at how long he had to be a private to be promoted,and how long he could fight as a sergeant. If we went down that route then he was like 30 when he left.

His first appearance is the hide and seek episode that came out in the year 2000. If we used the year when the episode came out as the year that Flippy left the military then that would make him about 31. Why 31 and not 30? Because imagine you leave a war you’ve been fighting for ten years. You don’t just immediately move somewhere new and make so many friends that you feel comfortable playing hide and seek knowing about your ptsd problem in the span of like 11 months (not saying that’s impossible but just not likely).

The episode Party Animal where we see flaky and others prepare a party for his birthday aired October 2nd 2006 that means,of course that he turned 37 that day.

The last episode featuring Flippy was In Over Your Hedge that got released (for free) December 22 2018 and that would make him 49!

In conclusion Flippy throughout the whole series is in his early 30’s to late 40’s.

Im sorry in advance if some of this info is not right, i tried doing as much research as i could! If something is wrong pls say so i can correct myself!!! Also sorry if the grammar is wrong but English is not my first language😢

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Frot Fighters: Jason Aleqsander v Aiden Langston (ucwrestling.com)

Sometimes the wrestling is not the only main event.  In fact, there are times when it's all working up to something else entirely.  Enter another episode of Frot fighters.  

Jason Aleqsander v Aiden Langston (ucwrestling.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin with the "Fight": 

We begin with our two rookies circling each other in anticipation of the match.  You can tell from the start that both are filled to capacity with nerves and hormones and each has something to prove.  

Jason makes the first move, uncharacteristically flex-showing off for us to see.  The guy is really enjoying not being the newest guy on the block and he totally wants to win.  Now, while it may be all fun now, he'll later regret showing off that target, I mean bicep. 

Aiden: You have such a tight body... Not a bad view.

It's not long before they begin taking turns and putting each other in different holds.  It's all play wrestling really but I'm reminded that these two are rookies trying wresting out, so it's fine.  

Aiden: I'm just going to worship these muscles for a second.  Nice washboard abs, fuck yeah.

At some point you realize that this was never a fight at all but really just two guys using wrestling as an excuse to admire each others' bodies which brings us to the eventual frot ...

Then we'll get to the Frot: 

It's not hard to guess this would happen; throughout the match Aiden continually gushes about how amazing Jason's body feels and how much he adores those muscles.  All that mutual admiration turning to mutual worship, and here we are.  The biggest tell would be how Aiden has that perpetual smile on his face giving away how much he wanted Jason to trash him the whole time.

Aiden: Fuck, you're stretching me out so good.

Make no mistake however, all of this is leading up to the frot finale.  Jason is a little to cocky flexing that bicep so Aiden lures him in by worshiping that very bicep before reversing the hold and putting him flat on his back.  Jason will later regret putting those abs and biceps on display after Aiden gives him a taste of worship gone wrong.  He even rubs himself all over Jason's shiny perfect abs to claim him.  

Aiden: How you like that? Guys around here like being humiliated?

Aiden: I thought you liked this the last time? 

Aiden: There you go, flex that bicep for me.

------- So there you have it. This is what happens when two guys wrestle as foreplay and can't go 5 seconds without worshiping each other.  Our match ends with Jason congratulating Aiden with a handshake before launching into a cheap shot.  In the end, Jason was just not seduced by the worship and I'd like to think that Aiden really thought he was going to get some action before Jason pulled the rug out from under him.  

Aiden simply wanted this too much and while he was able to humiliate his opponent six ways to Sunday, in the end Jason got the last laugh, leaving a beaten Aiden on the floor writhing with lust.

[crow-artworks]

Huskerdust Analysis and Prediction's for Season 2 (Also some goofy headcanons)

Besides a few writing and pacing issue's I overall fucking loved Hazbin hotel and can't wait for season 2. One of my favorite subplots being Huskerdust now I know some people think of them and prefer more a Mentor and Mentoree type of relationship between them. That's completely valid and I can see that but I think they can still have that with Husk helping Angel overcome more of his trauma but still be a romantic item.

Analysis: We see multiple moments between them of course the main episode between them being episode four where we really explore more of Angels character and his trauma we also see Husk calling Angel out for hiding behind this fake persona to cope with that trauma. Where of course we get the freaking masterpiece Loser, Baby and see them reconcile and bond over their shared and similar pain.

In episode 5 we see a bit more of Husk's issue's with Alastor come up when he confront Alastor about Mimzi. Where of course this leads to Alastor retaliating by scaring the shit out of Husk showing the green chains representing Alastor's hold on Husk's soul and literally leaves him shaking we can really see the deeper and hidden part of their relationship literally like Master and Plaything. Then in episode six we see Angel and Valentino and their confrontation where Angel is standing up for Niffty then leads to him say fuck you to Valentino (as he should fuck you Valentino) then leads to him to smoking the chains around Angel representing Master and Plaything. We can really see their similar, yet different situations and we can see them further even more bond over it in season 2.

That all sets up the rest of their moments for season 1 my favorite being the finale with their small bar scene where can see them looking at each other in some could say flirtatious and entraced manner.

The amazing thing about their relationship and one thing I see that Vivienne did actually great with in he writing is that it can work good as a romance or a deep friendship which both I would be ecstatic for either way. Whether you ship them or not they are still going to mean something to each other romantically or platonically and help each other over come each other's trauma.

Predictions:

With all the signs and hints from Vivienne and within the show itself I expect them to end up in a romantic relationship with each other. Now how I expect this to play out is in two seperate ways that blend together. One way exploring the more serious sides of what they bond over of course their trauma. Seeing Husk helping Angel confront Valentino maybe and digging deeper into Husk's past with Alastor and how Husk may break from that or another way this could go is they end up both still being trapped for season 2 but starting a relationship over their shared bonds, similarities, chemistry, and over all just being good for one another.

The second less serious part of it will I think be Angel trying to ask Husk out. We can see Angel oversexualizing and objectifying himself for others as other's also oversexualize and objectify him all the time to the point he's uses it as mask but Husk as seen in episode four helps break that mask down showing he want's to know who Angel really is not who other's make him out to be and he want's him emotionally and not just sexually.

In turn Angel not being used to this but wanting Husk not just as a one night stand but an actual partner will have trouble asking Husk out. Leading to some awkward moments like with Sir Pentious and Cherry bomb where Angel attempt's to ask Husk out in certain moments but ultimately at the last second fumbling over his words and changing the subject unlike his usual flirting. In the end I think Husk will catch on to this and ask Angel out himself or take a moment to ask Angel to breathe and just to say what he want's to say. Which will either way probably leads to a very cute and romantic date hosted by Husk.

Headcanons:

This is the least serious part of this just some silly and cute things I headcanon for them.

Pet names: I feel like they would use Baby and Doll the most.

Affection: Definitely physical touch but not in a sexual way I think Husk would hold Angel's hand or things like a small kiss or wrapping his tale or wing around him. Word's of Affirmation alot of discrete I love you's and such.

Husk I think would definitely be very protective over angel with cat callers or people oversexualizing him and just in general even though Angel would probably say things like "I can handle myself." Husk wouldn't care and be an overprotective asshole and Angel would act like he hated it but secretly loves it.

They would be jealous in their own ways Husk I would be more open about it like pulling Angel close or glaring at whoever he dislikes. Angel would be more grumble and hide it type but Husk can always tell.

Angel would be a flirt with him but in a more himself way and Husk would sometimes flirt back leaving Angel super flustered

Finally when it comes to sex I feel like consent and bounderies would be immediatly placed to make Angel feel definetly more comftorable to let him know this is because they love eachother and not just to use Angel. Husk would 100% be the top. I feel like their first time would be more intimate and slow but I feel like it could also be that one meme where afterwards the one person flustered just staring at the ceiling over what just happened (Angel) and the other is just also staring at the cieling with his hand behind his head unphased (Husk). Later on I feel like they would try things like BDSM and that stuff but later on in the line.

Anyway, there's my autistic info dump on Huskerdust if you read all the way down you are either a God or neurodivergent . Here's some cookie's for making it this far:

[lovemybluebully]

Loser Logan

X-men '97-verse

Post Episode 4 (Felt like a good place to stick this before the angst of Episode 5)

M/M Tickle fic

SFW (some swearing, but it's mostly fluff)

I can't help but love Logan and Morph's relationship. It's almost as good as the one Logan has with Nightcrawler. ^_^ This dumb little fic of mine just shows their close relationship, and as per my usual naturally has A LOT of tickling in it. This is a tickle fic after all. I can see Morph being quite the tickle monster, especially since he enjoys making Logan laugh. If tickling isn't up your alley then best to scroll on.

I wrote this showing hints that Morph kinda has a thing for Logan with Logan seeming to get that even though he doesn't reciprocate it, but still loving his friend all the same and letting him indulge a little. Nothing super blatant.

NOTE: I did write Morph as a 'he' in this story. I honestly was just getting confused on how to properly use 'they/them'. Morph has predominantly been depicted as male and goes by ''Kevin" so I figured it was okay. If that bothers you though then maybe you want to skip this one.

Holy crap! I did not mean for it to be this long, but I was just having too much fun writing these two interacting together. I kept trying to end it, but just kept writing more and more each time. XD This is easily the longest fic I've ever written.

Word count: 9,911

Logan winced as the flavor of the extra sweet liquid overwhelmed his sensitive palate once he took a swig from his beer bottle. Making a face of disgust and shaking his head he set it down on the edge of the pool table in the mansion's rec room.

"That's the last time I let ya choose the beer at the market," he muttered, looking over at his friend, Morph, who frowned in offense before transforming into an exact copy of Wolverine.

"ThAt'S tHe LaSt TiMe I lEt Ya ChOoSe ThE-....," he mocked in Logan's voice before returning to his normal form, swaying a little from the alcohol in his system, "Geez, just dump it out then! No one is putting a gun to your head and forcing you to drink it."

Logan grunted and rolled his eyes as he reached for his bottle of whiskey to pour himself a shot. Morph could be so overdramatic.

"Look pal, if there's one thing ya oughta know about me it's that I never waste a beer. No matter how bad it may be," he tossed the liquor down his throat.

"That's not entirely true. Remember the other night when I turned into Sabretooth to try to cheer you up? You stabbed the crap out of that six pack I had brought along. You're definitely going to Hell for that one," Morph was quick to point out the incident as Logan recollected and spit out a laugh.

"Oh yeah. An unfortunate casualty in the heat o' the moment. Well with the exception of that time it's not somethin' I do consciously. Not even a crap light beer like this one. An' what's that flavor? Is that....strawberry?" He made another repulsed face as Morph only shrugged this time.

"Ok, you made your point. You pick the next box. But for the record that beer you destroyed the other night, that was your favorite. Thought it would help make you feel better."

"Still did in the end. Even though it sounds like I almost fucked it all up. Hmph, speakin' of that night I never told ya thanks fer all that," a smile quirked at the corner of his mouth as the buzzed Morph threw an arm over his broad shoulders.

"Hey don't mention it. Despite you being a stubborn ass and trying to ignore me there was no way I was going to let you stay in that funk of a mood you were in," his arm tightened around Logan's neck while his free hand gave him a playful head noogie, making Logan growl and shove him away.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm an asshole an' yer a saint." 

"Hey now, you're not just an asshole, you're my asshole........That came out wrong," Morph facepalmed while Logan chuckled quietly, "Oh hey, where's Jubilee at? Surprised she's not down here with us."

"Well she is gettin' older so I doubt she's wantin' to hang around a couple o' guys like us so much anymore. She seems to like that Roberto kid a lot, an' bein' that it's her birthday I imagine she's with him this evening," Logan growled a little as Morph laughed and patted him on the back.

"Easy killer. He seems like a nice kid. Just needs to come to terms with his mutant side, and Jubilee is doing everything to help him out with that. She's blossoming into a smart, beautiful young lady and you should be proud of her."

"Still I'm keepin' an eye on him. An' if he ever does anything to hurt her, I'll make sure he regrets it...slowly," Logan picked up his pool stick and bent over the table to play his next shot, but then chuckled as something came to his mind, "By the way speakin' of regret, real smooth with that jab at Magneto this mornin'."

Morph's face fell as he groaned while the moment from earlier replayed in his head, leaning against the table with beer in hand.

"Ugh, why'd you have to bring that up? That was so embarrassing! I mean, how was I supposed to know?"

"I gotta ask, is it unintentional, or do ya just really like makin' situations as awkward as humanly possible?" Logan was able to get his shot off and sink his ball into the side pocket, but it was immediately followed by a finger poking him in the ribs as he jumped with a half-giggle, "Shit! Quit doin' that!"

The shapeshifter gave a satisfied smirk at his reaction and grabbed a cue stick for his turn at the game.

"You asked for it. But seriously, I felt so bad about what I said. If he already didn't before I'm sure he totally hates my guts now."

"Well I wouldn't sweat it too much. The guy's a prick. Besides I'm pretty sure he ain't in his room cryin' about it right now. He's heard a lot worse than yer tasteless joke so don't flatter yerself," Logan shrugged, rubbing a big hand over his irritated ribs as he begrudgingly finished off his beer.

"I guess so. Still I feel like maybe I should go apologize later. He might appreciate that. What do you think?" Morph was toying with the stick in his hand now as his mind wandered, causing the bigger man to roll his eyes.

"I think ya oughta stop worryin' about it an' take yer damn shot already."

"Sorry, it's the alcohol, I guess. I'm a bit of a lightweight if you haven't noticed," Morph replied, the effects of the alcohol making him a bit unsteady as he squinted and tried to line up his shot, "You know it wouldn't kill you to show a little more compassion once in a while."

"That'll be the day. Besides I think ya do enough o' that fer the both of us, Nancy," Logan grinned and slapped his friend on the upper back right after he had hit the cue ball, sending him face down into the table.

"Excuse me? Did someone say my name?" Morph sounded off with his best Scott Summers voice as he lifted his head to reveal the face of their team's leader, making Logan chuckle dryly.

"Yer a real riot, ya know that?"

"I'm very aware, thank you. And I still scored a point despite you. In fact it looks like I'm winning so far," Morph transformed back to normal and stuck his tongue out at him as Logan surveyed the remaining pool balls left in play.

"Easy to be winnin' when ya cheat. It's a little hard to concentrate when some shit head keeps ticklin' ya," he gave a stern look as Morph just giggled at the thought. 

With Logan's natural hyper senses and Morph's spirited personality and tendency to be physically affectionate it didn't take long for him to discover at some point in their relationship that Logan was unbelievably ticklish from head to toe; something Morph found incredibly hard to resist exploiting at every turn. 

With his adamantium skeleton and healing factor Wolverine was practically impenetrable and his mind was very accustomed to handling the worst pain imaginable so Morph was beyond pleased to find something that could easily crack through his tough outer shell and loosen him up a bit.

It didn't help that Logan always let him get away with it unscathed, but Morph also had the feeling that Logan really didn't mind it too much, despite what he might say.

"It's not my fault the big, bad Wolverine is so adorably sensitive," Morph teased with a pouting face as he gently tugged Logan's sideburn, receiving a half-hearted growl and swat to his hand, "Besides it's the most surefire way to get a smile out of you."

"I don't need ya worryin' about me so much, Morph. It ain't worth yer time," Logan huffed and poured himself another shot of whiskey.

"I think I'm allowed to be the judge of that. You can't shut us all out, you know? No matter how hard you may try. Like it or not, you're stuck with me until the end of time," he smiled broadly as Logan let out a sigh and swallowed the shot.

"I get what yer sayin', but ya have yer own problems that ya need to work out. The things ya went through with Sinister.....shit like that doesn't go away overnight. I know yer always hidin' yer pain behind humor, but sooner or later yer gonna have to deal with it. Take it from me, ya got a long road ahead before ya can even begin to start healin'. So the last thing I want is fer you to be takin' on all my fuckin' issues too," he sulked, leaning against the wall as Morph looked at him thoughtfully.

"You're right about some things, Logan. It is going to take me awhile to get through it all, but I am dealing with it in the best way that I know how. You see, sharing my humor with you all does help heal me. I realize I have a family here; people who actually care about me, and it makes me feel good knowing that I have the ability to make others feel good too. I feel like everyone here brings something to the table, and just having that type of support means the world to me. I can't even imagine what I'd be like if I was out on my own." 

A soft smile came to Morph's face as his mind wandered back. 

"I'll never forget how you did everything in your power to try to get me back on the team, even when you didn't succeed right away. I owe you a lot and believe me I'd never consider you not being worth my time. You have to know you deserve that and more."

"To be honest I don't think I ever deserve anything worthwhile," Logan took it all in and after a few moments of silence he finally nodded, "But ok, I believe ya. Just promise me ya won't take on more than ya can handle. It ain't fair to do that to ya."

"Now it's my turn to tell you not to worry about me so much," Morph grinned and punched him on the shoulder with no effect, "I know I've had my weak moments and even some breakdowns, but I promise you that I'm managing just fine for now. The best medicine I have is being here with you....and the rest of the team. Trust me."

"Yer one o' the few that I do in this whole world, bub. I don't know if that means somethin' to ya, but it does to me."

"It really really does. Truly. I may be drunk, but I promise it's not the beer talking when I say that I love you. Anyways cheer up. This is supposed to be a fun evening, not a pity party," Morph put his arm around Logan's shoulder to give him a firm side hug, feeling his tense muscles relax considerably.

"Sorry. I really am a piece o' work, in case ya haven't noticed. Didn't mean to bring down the mood."

"You're forgiven, but I have to warn you that if you don't smile soon then I may have to do something drastic. I'll have you know that it's always worth my time to hold you down and tickle you until you can't think straight," Morph added, pleased to see it made Logan snort a laugh before he hastily moved away from the other.

"I'm pretty sure that goes against the Geneva Convention, but whatever ya dumbass."

"You know I'm kind of thinking about doing it anyways since you didn't reciprocate my proclamation of love for you," Morph tilted his head and raised a teasing brow as Logan backed further away while shaking his head.

"That ain't necessary. I do love ya, buddy. Yer part o' the family, an' the team's just not the same without ya. Now quit threatenin' me an' just stay away on my next shot here, okay? Hands offa me."

"Alright alright, I won't do anything," Morph made his arms get sucked inside his body, grinning when he saw Logan let out another chuckle, "Oh but first..."

Morph's arm reappeared as he scurried to the nearby radio to turn on the popular music station, the sound of Freak Nasty's "Da Dip" coming out of the speakers.

"Now lets get this party back on track!" Morph declared as he began swaying his hips in place and moving his arms around in flowing patterns, allowing the beat to take over his body.

Logan tried to hold back his amused smirk as he watched.

"Will ya cut that out? Yer ridiculous." 

Morph turned around and made eye contact as he smiled mischievously and started dancing and scooting his way across the room towards his quarry while he sang along to the song.

"I put my hand upon your hip, When I dip, you dip, we dip, You put your hand upon my hip, When you dip, I dip, we dip..."

While belting out the chorus Morph placed his hand on Logan's side as he grabbed at Logan's hand and tried to place it on his own hip with the man struggling to fight him off the whole time.

"Get the hell offa me," Logan laughed at the silliness of his friend as he slapped at his busy hands and pushed back against him, "If ya think yer gonna get me dancin' then yer dead wrong. I haven't had that much to drink. Besides I need to take my turn at the game now."

Morph finally allowed himself to be pushed away as he put on a face of mock pout.

"Aw fine, you old party pooper. I'll let you off this one time, but next time you are gonna be shaking it with yours truly," he snapped his fingers and rocked his hips some more before straightening up and gesturing to the table, "Maybe you can remove that big stick from up your ass long enough to take your shot. Go ahead, I promise I won't touch you."

Logan rolled his eyes and flipped him off as he looked down again at the pool table. 

The only good shot he had was extremely close to the 8 ball so he would have to calculate this just right or he risked knocking it in. He picked up the chalk and rubbed it onto the tip of his cue stick before looking over at Morph, who stood innocently on the other side of the table against the wall, and then bent down to get into playing position.

The prospect of hitting in the 8 ball had him a little nervous, but after a few tense seconds he made his move. The cue ball went hurtling smoothly towards his striped ball before striking it where intended and sending it rolling down the table into the corner pocket.

Logan smirked and was about ready to gloat, but he failed to notice that the cue ball had just knicked the edge of the 8 ball and set it into motion as well. Morph's little gasp and excited pointing of his finger alerted him to it, though all he could do now was just watch and hope for a miracle.

He held his breath as the solid black ball ever so slowly rolled towards the center pocket before teetering on the edge of the lip........and then stopping. Logan released his breath, ready to start bragging again.

"An' that's how it's done," he managed to say just before the 8 ball finished its journey and fell into the pocket with a deafening clacking noise as it landed on the other balls.

It was quiet for a minute before Morph let out a whoop of triumph and punched at the air as he began bouncing around the room.

"I aaaam the chaaampion! I aaaam the chaaampion!" He sang as he obnoxiously danced around his grumpy teammate.

"Bullshit," Logan grumbled and then glared at Morph with accusation, "Ya bumped the table."

"I did not! Don't be a sore loser now. I believe you owe me some money," Morph grinned with a raised brow and held out his hand.

"Alright fine. Even though I'm sure ya knocked that 8 ball in somehow, I'll let ya have this one. What did we say? Ten bucks?"

"Yup, that was the wager," Morph nodded, watching Logan pull out his wallet before opening it with a shake of his head.

"Hmph, I'm a little short on cash right now. I'll have to get ya later."

"Hey no worries, I accept alternate forms of payment," Morph's smile widened while he eyed the bottle of whiskey set out nearby.

"Oh yeah? Think ya've had enough to drink already, pal," Logan smirked as he observed his friend swaying a little on his feet.

"Uh thanks for the advice, dad, but I'll say when I've had enough. I'm starting to lose my buzz here!" Morph made a poor attempt at grabbing the bottle away while Logan just smoothly moved it aside out of his reach.

"Nah, yer done. Yer worse than a teenage girl on prom night. Just as annoyin' too." 

"Ooooh I'm gonna tell Jubilee you said that."

"Well can't blame ya fer that. Ya girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are just so insufferable, do you know that?" Morph smirked with his hand on his hip, making another grab for the bottle as Logan easily held him back with one hand and grinned.

"Thanks. Comes naturally."

"Aw come on, please? Just let me have one more drink and I'll consider your debt settled."

"I don't think so, bub. Trust me. Fer yer own good." 

Morph had to take pause because Logan's voice had lost its teasing tone and sounded more of genuine worry now. His eyes moved off of the whiskey bottle and looked up to Logan's face to find a look of concern spread over his usually intimidating features.

Despite how Logan normally wanted to portray himself the man certainly could be caught wearing his heart on his sleeves on more than one occasion. Morph felt a little guilt that he was causing his friend to worry about him again, even in such a small way. He certainly didn't want to ruin the mood again.

"Huh. Do you really think I've had too much?"

"Not yet, but I guarantee if ya have anymore you'll regret it. 'Sides it's not a good idea to start drinkin' the hard stuff after ya drank so much beer. Especially when it's like that sweet tastin' shit ya bought," Logan released his hold on him as Morph took a step back and crossed his arms with a joking pout.

"I wish I had your healing factor. Then I wouldn't be such a lightweight."

"It's a gift an' a curse, bub. Really I wouldn't wish it on anyone," Logan cast his eyes down and sighed as he momentarily picked up the whiskey bottle to screw the cap back on securely.

Dammit! He had stirred some gloom back into Logan's current train of thought. All he wanted was to keep the good times going for as long as possible, but he just kept digging the hole deeper every moment he opened his mouth. Time to just give in and admit being wrong.

"Okay okay, you're probably right. No more alcohol for me. I concede," Morph nodded as he bowed out with his hands up in defeat; happy to see Logan brighten up when he did.

"Glad yer comin' to yer senses. Tryin' to save ya from a bad hangover here, idiot."

"Aww my hero!" Morph momentarily sprouted feminine facial features and batted his big eyelashes as Logan sighed and rolled his eyes, "But hang on, you're not getting out of it that easy. You still owe me some kind of payment since I won the game."

"Well I don't have the money so tough shit. An' ya ain't gettin' this alcohol either so what're ya gonna do about it?" Logan smirked as he squared up his beefy shoulders and extended the claws on one fist in an attempt to intimidate his friend into backing down. 

Too bad that whole macho act never worked on Morph, but hearing his smug response definitely gave him some inspiration. He knew exactly just how he could collect some sort of payment and also take Wolverine's ego down a peg.

"Oh I'm not too concerned with either. I'm sure you'll pay me in some way very soon," the shapeshifter dismissed him with a hand before looking past and pointing behind him, "But hey, do you think that maybe Jean would like a drink?"

Logan was surprised because he hadn't detected Jean's scent anywhere near the room, but he still turned his head to look regardless and retracted his claws at the same time. The second he did that Morph plowed right into him like a linebacker and took him to the ground; pool stick clattering to the floor with the both of them.

"MORPH!! What the hell do ya think yer....?!?!"

"Bahaha! I knew you would fall for that! Change of plans, buddy boy! Loser can't pay then loser gets tickled!" Morph crowed with inebriated glee as he scribbled his fingers all over Logan's stomach with lightning speed.

Normally Logan could hold his own for a short while, but the alcohol in his bloodstream and the joking mood he had been in had all of his mental shields disabled, making him feel especially ticklish right now. Not even the thick flannel shirt he was wearing was dulling the sensations and the tickling had him cackling immediately.

"N-No! Daahahahahhahaa-Dohohohon't! Geheheheddoffamehehehehehe, ya stuhuhuhupid ahaahaahasshole!" Logan's left hand reflexively shot out, landing on Morph's face as he used it to try to push the other mutant off of him, but Morph only ducked under his reach and continued his vicious attack.

"Sorry, not happening. You can just keep your alcohol and your lousy ten bucks. Tickling you to death will do just fine," Morph's nimble fingers dug into his wide ribcage, tickling methodically between every rib for maximum effect. With that Logan's raspy laughter deepened as he desperately tried to crawl backwards with one arm while clumsily attempting to fend off his friend with the other.

"Mooooorph stahahahahahop! I wahahahas juhuhust try'na he-help yahahaha!"

"Do I look like I need help? Don't think so! The only one who needs help here is you. Except no one's coming to save you, mwahahahaha!" Morph laughed maniacally while drilling his fast-moving fingers into Logan's sides as the man's arms finally weakened and caved beneath him, collapsing onto his back in a heap of giggles.

Morph observed him fondly as the normally bad-tempered feral spastically twisted and squirmed helplessly while his big arms reflexively wrapped around his upper body in a last-ditch effort to protect himself, even though he knew it wasn't going to help him.

"Aw what's the matter, big guy? Is somebody just a little bit ticklish? Coochie coochie coo!"

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Bwahahahahaah! I swehehehehear I'm gonnahahahahahaha guhuhuhuhuut yaaaa!"

"Yawn. Boring. Heard that one before. You really need to come up with some new material, you know? But if you're serious this time, go ahead and do it. I'll wait," Morph dared with a smirk as he eyed the deadly hands and waited for the claws to emerge. But Logan's hands only flailed around as they tried to guard and block Morph out of gaining access to his sensitive torso; failing quite miserably.

"Yeeeah, I thought as much. I know you'd never hurt me if you could help it. So you just lay there and take it like the big, scary, ticklish man that you are."

Logan cursed that Morph had called his bluff, but what did he expect? The shapeshifting mutant knew him better than pretty much anyone.

"Shihihiiit! C'moohahahahahon! Quit-hahahaha-Quit ticklin' mehehehee!"

"Sure I'll stop.....once you piss yourself," Morph quipped immediately as Logan attempted to growl through his laughter.

"I f-fuhuhuhuckin' hahahahahate yahahaha!"

"Now that's a lie if I ever heard one. Fine, say something nice about me and I'll think about letting you live," Morph proposed while Logan quickly replied without any hesitation.

"Okaahaahaay! Yer goohoohood at b-bein' a dihihihihick!"

"Hmmm, while that may be true that's not exactly a compliment. Try again. Here I'll even give you a moment to breath in good faith," he paused the tickle attack as Logan panted from below him

"....Alright fine....I'll admit, ya are a good lookin' guy. I mean seriously, ya got model potential."

Morph wasn't expecting to hear something like that, and he was immediately put on alert as his face twisted into suspicion of Logan's exact intentions. 

"Oh get out of here, you don't mean that. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm no Sean Connery."

"Sure I do. An' ya know what? If this X-men thing doesn't work out for ya, ya could always take a job workin' as a department store manneQUINAAHAHAHAHaaahahahahhahaha!" Wolverine exploded back into guffaws as Morph jumped on top of him and resumed tickling him even harder.

"Ok, I have to admit that was a good one. But it was also RUDE! You, mister, have just earned yourself a nonstop tickle session!"

"W-Wohohohohorth ihihihihitahahahahahahaahah!"

The banter between them was always constant, but they both understood that it was all in good fun and never took anything to the heart. Not to mention it gave Morph plenty of excuses to really wreck his friend.

"One more chance! Come on, just say one serious thing! You know you appreciate my humor and wit, especially when I'm making fun of the other guys! I'm super good at making you laugh! You've said so yourself!"

Logan was really in over his head with Morph being very familiar with all of his most ticklish spots, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing to tease and provoke the shapeshifting mutant.

"Nohohohot hahahard! Aaahahahahaha! Ye-Yer fahahahaace dohohoes that alohohohone!"

Morph just sighed and shook his head with a pitying smile.

"Keep talking, dummy. It's only gonna make it worse for you. Speaking of worse, lets really get those lungs of your working!" 

From where he sat perched on his legs, Morph used his long reach to bury his furiously fluttering fingers into Logan's very ticklish armpits as the big lug howled in deep, rumbling laughter with his arms futilely clamping down; Morph being able to physically contort and manipulate his fingers to keep them easily working around in the tight crevices.

"Noooohohohohoho! Dahahahammit! Haahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere! Ahahahahalright alrihihihihight! Ju-hahahahhahah-Just st-stohahahahop fer a sehehehehehecond!" 

He was pretty surprised when Morph actually stopped as requested.

"I'm allowing leniency despite my better judgement, so this had better be good. No funny business," Morph crossed his arms with a smirk, looking down from his seat on top of his friend, who took a moment to catch his breath before nodding and taking on a more serious tone.

"Okay....Okay....ya win. Ya know what yer good at, Morph? I ain't lyin' when I say that yer one of the best people I know. Yer good at always showin' up fer the team no matter what the odds. Ya may not be the biggest guy, but ya got the biggest heart. I know I can always count on ya to have my back in a fight. Yer good at makin' things seem brighter when everything else looks grim. Ya have the most positive outlook of anyone I've ever met despite the things ya been put through. An' yeah, yer a pretty funny guy an' ya really do know what to say to make me laugh. On top of all that yer a damn good friend. No one appreciates ya more than me," he finished, seeing the complete look of surprise on Morph's face.

"Logan I....wow, that was.....I wasn't expecting all of that. Did you really mean it?"

"Yeah, of course I did. Ya know me, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I'd go to the ends of the Earth fer ya, buddy," Logan's face was completely serious as he smiled up at him in the most genuine way, making Morph's heart melt.

"I know. You've proved that to me before, and I'll be forever grateful. I can't believe a blob of goo like me was lucky enough to land a friend like you," Morph reached out to put a gentle hand on his shoulder as Logan shook his head.

"No, I'm the lucky one, bub. Also worth mentionin' that yer one of the only people that can even come close to puttin' my mind in a more peaceful place, which ya know ain't easy," he joked, breaking the emotional tension as Morph barked a laugh.

"Hah! That I do know. You really are the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"But ya know what yer good at most of all, Morph? Somethin' yer untouchable at?"

Morph urged him on with his eyes, wondering what other compliments Logan could possibly throw at him, but as he watched his friend's soft smile turn into a smug grin he immediately knew something asshole-ish was about to leave his mouth. So much for that touching moment.

"Always makin' the worst jokes at the wrong times that just make the room so goddamn uncomfortable that ya could cut the tension with a-"

"YOU'RE DEAD!!" Morph declared and transformed into Spiral to give himself six arms as he took ultimate pleasure at seeing his friend's eyes widen in terror before all hands dispatched immediately to mercilessly tickle all over his ribs, stomach and under his arms.

The burly mutant instantly began laughing like crazy, unable to effectively defend against all the assaulting appendages at once and knowing he had completely screwed himself now.

"Mohohohohohohooorph nohohoho! Baahaahahhahahahahahaha! W-Wahaahaahaahaaaait! I tahahahake it bahaahaahaahaahaack!"

Morph temporarily transformed his face into Wolverine's to repeat his recent words.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," he muttered in Logan's growly voice and then just as quickly resumed Spiral's appearance, "That is what you said, isn't it? So sorry to tell you that your request for a take-back is hereby DENIED!"

Morph went in on him hard now with hands even reaching back to tickle around Logan's knees and squeeze at his thighs as the heavily muscled mutant kicked and bucked and used whatever little energy he had left to try to defend himself. They both knew he was done for though.

"You know, you're not that smart. You could've easily used that whole brotherly love distraction to escape, but yet here you are. I should've known, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Morph then giggled with glee as he spotted a new opportunity. In all his thrashing about, Logan's button-down shirt had become untucked from his pants to expose a peek at his hairy, bare stomach.

"Ooooh now what have we here....?" Four of his hands immediately dove underneath the shirt to madly tickle the now vulnerable bare skin of Logan's upper body, causing him to let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal before resuming his chaotic laughter and undecipherable babbling.

Morph couldn't help but laugh at his explosive reaction, still finding it hard to believe that the gruff and tougher than nails Wolverine was so helplessly ticklish; his bulky arms clamping against his body as he futilely tried to stop the hellish movements of the hands inside his shirt.

"So this is how the great Wolverine dies....his big dumb mouth getting himself tickled to death. Hey, that'll look great on your headstone, don't you think? Hehe, c'mon now. Say uncle, ya big lug," Morph smirked as he gazed down at the state of his friend, "You know you're kinda cute when you look like this."

Logan was wheezing for air between harsh laughs as tears leaked out of his eyes, weakly wriggling on the floor and resigning himself to his fate. He desperately scrunched up his shoulders as teasing fingers reached in to scratch all over his thick neck and under his chin before easily finding the sensitive spots behind his ears.

He couldn't even throw out any more of his smart ass replies and joking insults because of how hard he was laughing from the thirty fingers assaulting so many of his weak spots; currently massacring his rock hard abs and muscular obliques.

Big muscles, healing factor, adamantium bones....all completely useless against the tickles.

Morph was always content to keep him laughing for as long as possible, though he left the ball in Logan's court and gave him plenty of opportunities to get himself out of it. Seldom did he ever seem to take it and would blame it on his strong will and stubbornness.

His whole life the man only knew mistreatment and pain of the highest levels, so Morph never wanted to be the reason for Logan to experience anything like that. He made it his mission to only provide him with good touches including hugs, comforting pats and caresses, roughhousing and wrestling matches, and of course playful tickling.

He admitted tickling could be seen as borderline torture, but if Morph had any inclination that Logan really found displeasure in being tickled then he'd never do it to him again. His claws coming out was usually a good indicator when the feral mutant wasn't happy with something.

But no, Logan would goad him on and continue making asshole comments, and even when directly threatened with the consequence he'd refuse to back down until he struck the right nerve in Morph that would end in his own ticklish demise. Then he'd make a show to resist and curse Morph out and eventually beg for it to stop, but Morph could tell he was never entirely serious about it. 

Still there were many times that Morph in fact would stop if he wasn't quite sure, but then some smart-mouthed words from Logan would pull him right back into it. Not that Morph minded this one bit. 

All in all, he was pretty certain that Logan just enjoyed being involved in some harmless physical contact with someone that he fully trusted; someone he knew would never purposely try to hurt him; someone he felt safe with.  That alone was the biggest, unspoken compliment that Logan could ever give him.

Of course Morph would never force Logan to admit any of that though if that's the way Logan preferred it. For now, he would just continue in his quest to drive the Canadian berserker berserk.

"Give up? Are you ready to be nice to your old pal, Morph?" The shapeshifter smirked, finding that poking and probing into Logan's navel could force squealing giggles out of him as his bigger hands frantically tried to push Morph's devilish digits away.

"Quit fighting it. Just let it happen. Hmm let's get these arms out of the way, shall we?"

Morph now used four of his hands to pry Logan's arms away from his body and pin them to the floor while the remaining two dove in for the kill. The fingers began tickling a particularly sensitive area around Logan's hips where the adonis belt dipped into his pants, renewing the man's energy to struggle as he flopped like a fish and howled in hysterics.

"AAAahaahahahahaha! Nohoho fahahahahaaair! Stop stop-Ahahahahahhaahaa!! Pleheeheeheeheease!! No mohohohohohohore!! I caaaahahahahahaha- I caahaan't tahahahahahake ihihihihit!!"

It had reached Morph's favorite part where Wolverine started begging for mercy. It was quite amusing to Morph that the thought to do so would never even cross the tough mutant's mind when under duress and suffering extreme pain through an enemy, but undergoing a ruthless, although good-natured, tickling could always break him in the end.

Morph knew this meant that he was just about tapped out, but that left no reason why he couldn't tease him just a little more. See if Logan managed to work up a second wind.

"I absolutely will if you can answer me this one question........Who's a silly ticklish Wolvie? Huh? C'moooon, you know the answer," he was reaching underneath to tickle the backside of his ribcage while Logan snorted and giggled uncontrollably, arching his back in desperate attempts at reprieve.

Still being the man that he was Logan couldn't resist taking one last stand against his playful tormentor, even though he knew he was going to instantly regret it.

"Fuhuhuhuhuhuck yoohoohoohoooou!!"

Logan was just so adorably predictable.

Morph let his fingers respond to that as they immediately launched into the deepest part of his armpits, sprouting a few extra fingers to leave no spot untickled and causing Logan to scream with laughter as he had no way to guard one of the most ticklish spots on his whole body with his arms restrained like they were.

"OHAHAHahahaahaha!! No no!! Nohohohot thahahahaat!! Bwaahahahahahahahahaa!! Shihihihihiiit!! I'm sahahahahahorry!! St-Staahahahahahhahahaap!! Pleeeeease stahahahahahap!!"

"Stop? Please? You're sorry? What happened to the tough guy a second ago? Hm? What happened to 'fuck you'?" Morph teased him mercilessly as his fingers continued to knead into the pit hollows and squeeze the ticklish muscles on the sides of his pecs, watching a few tears roll down the red face of the hysterically laughing Wolverine.

"Gaaahhahahahhahahahaha!! Pleeheeheeheeease!! Stahahap ticklin'!! Aahahahahahahahaa!! Yer kihihihihihi-killin' meheheheheheehee!! I give up!! I give uhuhuhuhup! "

With that Morph smiled in satisfaction as his fingers finally pulled away and he released his hold on Logan's arms, transforming from Spiral back into his normal form. He'd love to just tickle him all day if Logan would let him, but when the man had had enough, he'd had enough, and Morph respected that.

Logan just laid there with his eyes closed and his head lolled back as he heavily panted for air, though still with a big grin stuck on his face.

"....Fuck......Am I....dead?"

"Nah sorry, you're not getting away from me that easily. But I'm pleased to inform you that your debt is now paid, loser," Morph grinned and reached down to pat his face gently on the cheek as he climbed off of him and sat to the side to watch him start to get his breath back. 

After a few long moments the bigger man slowly regained his energy and hauled the upper half of his hefty body into a sitting position, tugging his shirt back down from where it had bunched up under his chest.

"Shit, that was a helluva debt. Think after that ordeal I'm paid up fer the next several decades."

"Pffft! Yeah, you wish," Morph snorted as he stood up and reached a hand out to help Logan off the floor, letting Logan's hand rest on his shoulder to help steady his legs, "You alright there, buddy?"

"M'fine. Could definitely use a drink though," he smirked and playfully pushed Morph aside as he went straight for the whiskey, not even bothering with a glass as he drank a few gulps right from the bottle and felt his nerves start to relax a little.

"Go on. Drink up, big guy. Gotta get you ready for round two," Morph undeniably teased as Logan almost choked on the alcohol, letting out a cough as he glared over at the other mutant through a side eye.

"Next time I'm just gonna let ya drink whatever ya want an' let ya deal with the damn hangover," Logan grumbled as he lifted a meaty hand to wipe the drying tears off of his cheeks

"Now you're learning. I don't expect you to protect me from everything, you know? Sometimes I just have to face the consequences of my own actions."

"I can't help it, it's an unavoidable instinct. I just....," Logan sighed, "I'd never want anything bad to happen to ya ever again Morph, if I can prevent it. Even somethin' so small. Sorry, I don't mean to meddle so much."

Morph frowned a little that he said something that was making Logan's mood start to dip again.

"No no, you weren't so stop apologizing. I'm very grateful and appreciative that you would go out of your way to look out for me. You're the only one in my life who's ever done that and it's not something I take for granted."

"Yeah, well fer the record I really meant everything I said earlier. Yer my best friend an' ya mean a lot to me. Ya've helped me out in more ways than you'll ever know," his smile returned as he put the bottle down and looked back up at Morph with warm eyes.

"Thanks Logan. And I hope that me getting you to laugh all the time counts for some of that. I know you've got a lot of heavy things on your mind and it makes me feel good to be able to pull you out of that once in a while. Making you laugh always seems to put you in a better mood anyways," Morph smiled back, not expecting Logan to admit to any of that, but surprised when he did.

"Hmph, guess it does. I mean, when ya tickle me like that it completely overwhelms my mind to where I'm just focused on the current situation an' it's honestly hard to think about anything else. Which I guess what yer sayin' is the whole point?"

"Yup, exactly. It just drives all your bad thoughts away for the time being. Just consider me your personal therapist and do not question my remedies," Morph crossed his arms over his chest with a smug look as Logan just shook his head.

"Wasn't. Just wonderin' what goes on in that head o' yers sometimes. I'll admit it does make me feel pretty euphoric after it's all said an' done. My head feels high as a kite right now."

"That's because laughing is good for you! By the way, has anyone ever told you that you have the best laugh ever?" Morph asked with a giddy smile that Logan didn't seem to notice as he snorted and used a hand to dismiss his words.

"Aw cut that out. No need to drive the knife deeper. Besides not many people get me laughin' the way ya do so they wouldn't know."

"Well that's their loss. It's really a good look for you. I love when you smile," Morph threw his arms around him to give him a bear hug as Logan sighed in resignation and softly patted his arm.

"Still gettin' used to it. An' the torture method.....I'm sorry....yer therapy that ya use to get it outta me. Think ya almost broke my healin' factor with that last round," Logan shook his head with a smirk; the nerves below his skin still tingling from the overstimulation.

"Wellllll you did kind of ask for it. I would've stopped a lot sooner if you weren't being such an ass. I don't know if you know this, but you're quite the arrogant bastard. The biggest I've ever met, for the record."

Logan chuckled heartily at his comment.

"Yeah, I'm very aware of that. Not somethin' I can just turn off unfortunately."

"Oh no, please don't ever change. It's always a good excuse for me to tickle you crazy. I haven't heard you beg like that since that one time you thought you were being funny by putting your feet on my lap when we were on the couch watching the hockey game. Kurt was there too, remember?" Morph smiled big time with the memory playing through his mind as Logan squirmed in place at the thought.

"Believe me, I learned my lesson from that one. I'm surprised I'm still alive after what the two o' ya did to me," he shuddered as he remembered the incident.

Unluckily for Logan, Kurt also loved to partake in his ticklish weakness, and he did not hesitate one second to join in on the attack on his good friend as his three-fingered hands and prehensile tail attacked Logan's upper body, using his teleportation to get at him from all angles. 

Meanwhile Morph had decided it would be fun to transform into Nightcrawler as well, giving him the extra tail appendage to tickle between Logan's sensitive toes with the velvety tip while his fingers went to town on his bare soles.

"You have to admit it was pretty funny when Ororo, Jubilee and Rogue all heard your screaming and burst into the room because they thought you were being murdered," Morph giggled as Logan scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, that's kinda what I would call it," he growled sheepishly as his toes cringed inside his boots, "Just dealin' with one of ya is more than I can handle. But the both o' ya at the same time? Yeah, that's pretty much attempted murder."

"Shut up, you liked it. So feel free to put those big stompers of yours in my lap any time you want," the shapeshifter gave him a wink as Logan just returned it with a blank face and a raised eyebrow.

"Pass."

"Aww c'mooon, not even for a little massaaaage?" Morph teased as he moved behind the shorter man and rubbed his shoulders before being shrugged off.

"Just fuck off, would ya?"

"Okay okay, no need to get testy. I'm really good at it though, just for the record. I've got plenty of references to back me up," he cracked his fingers and wiggled them up in the air with a cheesy smile.

"I'll keep it in mind," Logan couldn't help the smirk that came over his face as then he looked up at the clock mounted on the wall, "Hmph only 11:20pm, still early. Unless yer ready to call it a night."

"Not yet I'm still feeling pretty awake. I'm more of a night owl these days so I'll be glad to keep you company for a while longer. If you don't mind, that is," Morph added, making Logan glance back over at him questionably.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know. I feel like sometimes I annoy you too much and maybe you'd want some space from me," the shapeshifter answered, feeling a bit insecure as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

"Course yer annoyin'. Yer loud an' ya never stop talkin'. Ya drive me nuts with all yer crazy antics," Logan said matter of factly as Morph felt a tightness in his chest and looked down at the floor in shame until Logan continued with a gentler tone, "But that's on me, not you. Sometimes I just get a lil' bent outta shape too easily so don't take it personal. I'm just a grumpy old prick. If anything, I'd feel like yer the one who would want space away from me."

Morph immediately brightened back up, lifting his head as his frown turned into a soft smile.

"Just know yer great, Morph. Yer always goin' outta yer way to make people happy, even someone like me who doesn't deserve it. You'll never not be welcome to share in my prescence."

"Thanks for telling me that Logan. And for the record no, I'd never need space from you. No matter how much of an insufferable prick you can be."

Logan laughed loudly as he clapped a large hand onto Morph's shoulder and shook him a little.

"Appreciate it, bub. So ya wanna play another game or what?" He asked as he started pulling the pool balls out of the pockets and placing them back onto the table.

"Yeah sure, why not. But we're not going to bet anything this time, right? You obviously don't have any money to put up so unless you want me to tickle the shit out of you again, I'd say you're all out of bargaining chips, buddy," Morph crossed his arms with a holier than thou grin, watching Logan down the remainder of the whiskey.

"Tell ya what bub, if I lose again how 'bout I let ya give me that foot massage?"

Morph smirked at him, leaning against the pool table on one hand.

"Oh is that so? And what makes you think that's what I'd want as my prize?"

Logan just shrugged his shoulders as if he was unbothered by that and began setting up the pool balls.

"Alright suit yerself. Just forget it then."

"Now hold on, hold on. It was just a question. Hmmm but okay, it's a deal. No take backs. This is now a legally binding verbal contract," Morph momentarily transformed into a court judge and banged a gavel onto the table.

Logan chuckled as he finished getting all the balls into the triangular rack.

"Yer a crazy guy, Morph. If I win though yer buyin' me a new bottle....No....two more bottles o' booze," he declared and dangled the now empty whiskey jug in the air.

"Deal, but I don't plan on losing. But hey, it should be a win for you too. I bet with your heightened senses a massage feels extra good."

"I guess so, but I've never known it any other way so ya got yer work cut out fer ya. Let me at least get washed up first though, alright? I showered a lil' over an hour ago, but these boots have seen some miles," he looked down at his feet and rocked back on the heels.

"If you insist. But if you need any help in the shower, I'm always available. You know, if you're having any trouble getting those hard-to-reach areas...," Morph winked and nudged him suggestively, making Logan snort a laugh.

"Thanks, but I think I can manage. Oh an' hey, no cheatin' in this game this time around, okay? That means no bumpin' the table-"

"I told you I didn't bump the table!"

"Whatever. An' if ya tickle me even one time ya automatically forfeit the win. Got it?"

"Okay okay fine. Scout's honor," Morph held up his hand while sneaking his other hand over to give a quick dig into Logan's ribs as the man jumped with a yelp and then glared back at him.

"Dammit! What did I just-?!?!"

"Hehehe, that doesn't count. We didn't start the game yet," Morph snickered as Logan sighed and facepalmed before picking up his pool stick that was still on the floor from his earlier tussle with the shapeshifter.

"Ya know Morph, if I didn't love ya so much I'd kill ya."

"Awwww that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You know option number two is that you could also just forfeit now and allow me to collect on my winnings," Morph teased as he draped arms over Logan's shoulder and squeezed his bicep, making Logan shake his head and squirm out of his embrace.

"Nice try bub, but Wolverine forfeits to no one. Now stand back. Maybe you'll learn somethin'," Logan leaned over the table, getting his stick into position as he got ready to break. 

He smirked knowing he was going to sandbag it and allow Morph to win again. Like he did earlier when he himself had unnoticeably bumped the table so the 8 ball fell in. Let Morph win just like he always did.

Just as Morph always wanted to keep him happy, he also wanted the same for his friend and more. To let him know that he always had someone rooting for him in his corner and actually gave a damn about his well-being. He'd do whatever it takes to keep his spirits high, even if it came at his own expense.

He knew Morph would be true to his word and give him an amazing massage, which was hard to come by these days, and Logan would relish in every bit of it. Even when it inevitably turned into tickling because he knew Morph wouldn't be able to resist himself with the knowledge that Logan's feet were easily his most ticklish spot.

Logan would of course play his part fully, protesting profusely and laughing his ass off all to Morph's delight while doing his best to not accidentally kick his teeth in with a flailing foot. Though he shivered a little knowing that Morph was more than capable of restraining him and then he'd just have to take it. Though in a weird way he found that he wasn't exactly bothered by the thought of that.

Thinking about it took him out of his game and unable to fully focus as he jabbed the cue ball to break, and while the balls all scattered over the table not one of them went into a pocket. He forced a grumpy face for show as he looked over at his grinning friend.

"Looks like it's going to be an early night. You know you can just skip the shower. I don't mind your musk."

Logan couldn't deny that a massage sounded better sooner than later.

"Well if ya really don't mind....," Logan gave the table a firm bump with his hip, making all the pool balls including the 8 ball fall into the pockets as he shrugged his shoulders while Morph looked at him with a knowing smile, "Damn. Guess I lose again."

"Nah, like I said you're still winning. Tell you what, I'll still even buy you another couple bottles of whiskey after this," Morph promised as he walked to the other side of the room and sat on the end of the large couch placed against the wall, "Here should be good. Whenever you're ready."

Logan was a little hesitant walking over as Morph made a big display of stretching and cracking his fingers before patting his lap. He sat down on the couch and then turned his body sideways, lifting his legs to drop his heavy boots onto Morph's thighs as the other mutant teasingly ran a hand over the top of them.

"Hm. Big feet, huh? You know what they say about that," Morph laughed at his implication, making Logan's mouth twitch into a smirk.

"Nah, what do they say Kevin?" He asked in a teasing tone, making Morph pause with a blush tinting at his cheeks as he was caught off guard by Logan's response and the use of his chosen name.

"W-Well you know.....big feet big.....boots. What were you thinking?! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, your pervert!"

Logan chuckled at how easily flustered Morph was as he leaned back on the couch armrest.

"Takes one to know one, bub. Now get rubbin'."

"See comments like that are what get you in trouble. I'll make sure you pay for it later," Morph warned with a devious smile and then got to work, beginning the process of carefully pulling off his boots.

Logan just watched it happening in slow motion, wondering exactly how he let himself get talked into this. Actually, he did know how. And he found himself looking forward to the attention.

"Easy now. Be nice," Wolverine growled a little, the realization of knowing what he was getting into really setting in now.

"Aren't I always?" Morph smirked as he dropped each boot on the floor as they came off and then in a couple swift movements had tugged off Logan's socks as well

"So delusional," Logan shook his head as his now bare toes wiggled a little from the exposure, "At least try not to tickle."

"That's not the current plan and I promise I won't be trying to, but if it does happen then I'm sorry, but it's your fault for being so ticklish," he reached down and firmly squeezed both of Logan's wide, meaty soles as the older mutant rolled his head back and groaned from the touch, making Morph grin, "Looks like you might be okay though."

He began further testing as his fingers pressed in hard and slid down Logan's soft arches to begin kneading into his plump heels while Logan struggled to keep the sounds of pleasure from leaving his lips.

"Fuuuuck.....Damn Morph.....Ya weren't lyin'.....That feels.....fantastic...," he squirmed and moaned with his eyes closed; his reactions causing Morph to beam with pride.

"Like that, eh? I told you I was good," he began rubbing circles from his heels back up into the balls of his feet, finding the skin to be surprisingly supple, "Now answer me this, how does a guy like you have such soft feet?"

Logan just threw his hands up in a shrug as his mind became focused on the sensations though he ended up rumbling in disappointment when Morph's hands pulled away for the moment.

"Easy big boy, I promise there's more where that came from. And if you really enjoy this then perhaps later I could interest you in a full body session," Morph offered with a hopeful smirk and a raised brow as Logan was quick to give a nod.

"Might actually take ya up on that. I haven't had a good massage in.....shit, I can't even remember."

"Well that's about to change right now. So without further ado let's get started off on the right foot here," Morph put his hand on the top of Logan's right foot and laughed at his own pun as Logan made a point to roll his eyes harder than usual.

"Geez, tough crowd. Come on, that was funny," he grinned slyly as his fingers now drifted around to give the sole of his foot a quick tickle.

"AHAH!" Logan barked out a laugh and jerked his foot away before delivering a warning glare and reluctantly placing his foot back onto Morph's lap, "Fucker."

"Hey I had to get at least one in. Now I'm going to keep it professional. If I accidentally do tickle you then just tell me and make sure to keep still. Though I'm going to warn you right now, if you kick me at any point then the massage is over and it's game on. So please give me a reason," Morph teased as he rubbed his hands together and prepared to really get serious.

Logan quietly considered the threat, and while he was looking forward to the massage, he also couldn't resist his urge to live life dangerously. And hell, maybe he was also a bit of a masochist sometimes.

While Morph was prepping, Logan pulled his foot back a little and aimed it right at Morph's stomach before thrusting it forward.

Morph got the wind knocked out of him ever so slightly as he coughed and grabbed the offending foot to push it back. He then squinted evilly back at Logan who had a shit-eating grin on his face while he sat there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Whoops. Must've slipped."

Morph sighed, thinking he probably deserved it for sneaking in that tickle, and released his hold on his foot.

"Fine. You get one freebie. But do it again and I promise you you're going to be wishing so hard that you could take it back once you see how bad you're going to get it because I'm not stopping until the sun comes up and by the looks of that clock on the wall it's going to be several hours before that comes even close to-UGGH!" Morph grunted as the foot collided with his stomach again.

"Quit babblin' an' just do it, pussy," Logan smirked, the words no sooner leaving his lips before tendrils shot out of Morph's body and tightly wrapped around his ankles to keep him from ever having any chance at pulling his feet away until Morph decided he was allowed to.

And Logan wouldn't have it any other way.

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode one--Episode Two--Episode Three--Episode Four--Episode five--Episode Six--Halloween Special pt. 1--Halloween Special pt. 2--Halloween Special pt 3 (Here!)

Happy Halloween!

Come and join me on all the fun the castle is having with our annual Halloween Festival!

Enjoy! ~~~~~~~

(POV: Written by @lets-zofifi-stuff)

The witch weighed an apple in her hand, looking at it critically. The apple stared back at her with far less judgment in its brown apple-seed eyes. It was making calm movements with the tiny fins made of apple peel that caused the fruit to look like a very bulky fish. Unlike a real fish it did not need water to live so it was not in a hurry anywhere.

Zofifi gently tossed the dark water of the small kiddie pool. She smiled seeing it swimming away with a slight wobble, joining a flock of other apples that slowly circled the pool. there were red yellow and green apples, keeping mostly to the surface but every now and then one was diving under. Closer to the bottom she could see a few pears zooming, thick parts first with mouths half opened to present their soft juicy teeth.

Oh my!" A voice exclaims in surprise somewhere behind the witch. The Archivist walks up to the pool, a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her black cloak hides her raven wings, but as she walks the cloak swishes and some feathers poke out.

"You really did make pearrianhas (hehe). They look tasty and deadly!" Raven beams.

“Thank you!” Zofifi smiles back. “Well, they are really ‘deadly’ unless someone is very allergic. But some are still hard enough that their bite may hurt if they get your nose or finger. I tested!” They wave towards the sign post standing in front of the pool. “Fruit bobbing. Bite or be bitten.” it reads.

Raven snorts at the sign, covering her mouth slightly. “I love it!”

She looks back down at the pool, a twinkling in her eye. “I’m debating on whether or not to try my luck at this…”

“Oh oh but first! Let me show you the other games!” the witch shakes her hands. She pulls the archivist by the sleeve to turn her around.

“Here is a carousel! Well it will be operational in a minute. Guys are still finishing the montage.”

She waves at the two automatons, one gold, one silver, who are utilizing their amazing strength and installing figures on the colorful merry-go-round. The Sun variant turns his head around and returns the wave enthusiastically. The silver automaton still in his black robes seems completely preoccupied with the task. Their y/n sits on the merry go round platform, watching wide eyed the electrical fairy lights decorating the area.

“Oh my!” Raven exclaims, “this is incredible!”

Her wings puff up in delight, and her eyes sparkle in excitement. “You went all out tonight!”

“Yes yes! Oh and here-!” she turns the archivist around, “Toss the loop!” The witch pulls somehow dizzy archivists to the next stand. She pushes a frisbee size loop in Raven’s hand. Before her Raven sees a big table with a tiled surface and… A number of skulls on low perches sticking from the tabletop. The braze plates under the skulls have numbers on them 5, 10, 25, 50 and the furthest one, 100.

Raven looks at them, one skull's eye holes suddenly lights up. “Hello participant!” It speaks in a jovial tone.

Raven yelps, stumbling backwards before balancing herself. The downy feathers in her hair had poofed up. She shakes her head, “h-hello to you too.”

“Come here, come here! Test your skill! Toss the loop! I don’t bite! I am stuck!” The skull chuckles at its own joke.

Raven then looks down at the disk in hand. She tosses the hoop, scoring a modest twenty, smiling as ghostly numbers fly up in the air, showcasing her score.

“Amazing!” She looks back at Zofifi, “This is fantastic!”

The archivist's head turns side to side. She hums in question, "Are any of your other characters on the festival? I haven’t seen them."

”Oh! Well they are-”

*splash*

Zofifi and Raven turned around. There was a black and blue satyr standing grinning next to the fruit bobbing pool. He is holding onto another satyr with golden and fluffy wool who is handing over the edge with head in the water, short tail wagging in excitement.

“Hey! You!” The witch shouts.

The Sunny faun emerges triumphant with a sizable pearahnia in his teeth.

“You had enough of those already! Some have to be left for others.”

“But we are hungry!” Moon smiled innocently.

“Ghm!” Sun said.

“Then to the buffe! Steal some apple pie or something!” the witch waves at them. “Go! Shoo!”

The automatons near the carousel turn their heads to see if they need to intervene.

The sunny satyr took the fruit from his teeth. “Pie?! That’s… a great idea! Come on brother!” and he pulled the other satyr along.

Raven snorts, covering her mouth, “I hope those two haven’t been causing you too much trouble.”

The witch shrugs. “They are the ‘trick’ part of the trick or treating. Oh! Speaking of!” Zofifi drags the archivist to the counter. Two very slender figures already man the stand, another Sun and Moon variants. They are seemingly organic beings. Sun has pastel yellow skin, and gold lines spiraling on his skin, as well as a crown of orange feathers on his head. Moon wears a full body suit and a helmet with mirror visor. He leans back on the shelf and seems to observe the surroundings warily.

“Those two are me, alien Sun and Moon. I put them in charge of the prize counter. You only got 20 points so far but you must be very busy with the festival so maybe pick something as a treat? There are candies and toys! Some of them even have some magic!”

“Hello!” Sun waves at the pair, his triangle teeth in a wide smile. “Oh, I like your feathers miss!”

Raven smiles, wings relaxing against her back, “I like yours as well!”

She looks over the toys, eyes stopping on a small star charm. “May I have this one?”

She grins when moon nods his head and hands her the charm. She attaches it to her belt lace, letting it bounce on her hip as she turns to face Zofifi.

“Thank you so much for all the fun!” Raven gestures to one of the small outdoor dining tables, “if you like, I’m gonna set up camp over there and send some ravens out to gather the others to just hang out. Come over whenever you’re free over here!”

“Sure! Will do! Happy Halloween!”

“Happy Halloween!” Raven laughs, giving the witch one last hug before running off to claim the table before anyone else could.

(POV: Written by ME!)

I sigh, happily claiming a table for the night. I set down all my gifts, determined to share everything with my friends. I let out a shrill whistle while setting up the silverware.

One of my ravens land on my shoulder, cawing and nuzzling their beak into my cheek. I laugh, scratching their head gently. I pull back from the table, admiring my handiwork before holding my arm out to my raven. They climb on, tilting their head at me as I holding them out in front of me.

“I need you and the others to go out and tell these creators,” I snap my fingers, a tiny scroll floating in front of the creature, “That they can all gather at this table when they’re done with their tasks…Make sure to mention the food.” I add that last part after some thought.

My raven caws, spreading out their wings and taking off. I follow their flight path until there are too difficult to spot in the darkening sky.

Doing one last stretch, I pull out one of the chairs. Releasing a long sigh as I sit down. I pull off my mask and let it rest on the table then I grab a small glass of water. Sipping on it, I look around me, taking in everything the night had to offer.

I close my eyes, gently swaying my head to the music. I crack one eye open when I hear some shouting. I look down the path, smiling as I spot my group of friends walking towards me. I wave them over, planning to play my own tricks and give my own treats to these five.

When they reach me, we all laugh and chat. Enjoying the food, music, lights, and each other’s company. Letting the night wash over us and getting completely lost in the wonderfulness of it all.

...

... ~Meanwhile~

The being sneered down at the distant castle. It was all lit up and music could be heard even from the highest peak of the mountains.

Another being approaches the first, “Are we truly going to let those dimwits play around like fools while we sit here and wait?! Freezing to death?!”

“Yes.” Their tone is cold when addressing their companion, “Let them play their games and sing their songs.” They look back over their shoulder at the vast number of tents and troops, hidden due to the snowy mountain top. “It’ll make their defeat all the more gratifying.”

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Thank you @lets-zofifi-stuff for your amazing writing! It was a blast and honor to work with you again! If you guys don't know this creator and their AUs? Then go check them out! Thank you everyone who did this with me! I am so flattered! I hope you guys enjoyed!

[candygalaxyyy]

I realized something very important about msp and the screenwriter/director’s choice in building the plot. And episode 10 is a great example.

As i was rewatching the brilliance that is episode 10, I thought to myself if this was any other standard bl it would have gone differently. A tumor is such a serious matter, especially when it’s your mother, the only immediate family Gun has, he’s only 17/18 and he lost his father at a young age in such a sudden way. So of course he is going to be upset or even mad when his mum keeps this from him. And Tinn being in on it too, because in a relationship being open is so important and trust/honesty is everything.

I also noticed that Gun may have felt insecure (or possibly threatened) by the fact that his mum and Tinn kept this secret from him (which are valid feelings). Mostly because he says things like: “stay the hell out, she’s my mum”, “I’m your son yet i had no idea you were sick”, “what did he do for you?” and “why are you adoring him so much?” (He doesn’t even say Tinn’s name because in this situation he’s an outsider, he’s not her son or family member). And at this point Gun doesn’t know that his mum knows about Tinn and him or about all the sweet things Tinn has done for his dream. So him being confused/insecure/upset is warranted because he only has his mum. He is possessive of his mum, because they only have each other and her trusting someone else who isn’t family with such a important thing is puzzling for Gun (even more with him thinking she doesn’t know). And the best part about all of this is that both Tinn and Gun’s mum knew it would upset him, so they came prepared for his reaction. Gun’s mum explains everything to Gun instantly and makes him realize how deep and true Tinn’s love is for him, plus she emphasizes that this type of love is rare and must be cherished. Tinn doesn’t get angry or hurt by his reaction, he understands it and even reassures him that he would react the same way.

GMMTV could have easily used this to create tension for drama and conflict. They could have thrown in some trusty miscommunication, a heated conversation where people say or do hurtful things, a gateway to the ‘cursed ep 11 breakup’ and they could have milked the f out of this conflict. But they didn’t!!! Instead they turned it into a touching episode about love, friendship, family and being thankful for the people around you. They used it to highlight six things:

1. The beautiful relationship between Gun and his mum. They rely on each other, care for each other and love each other. They are mother and son, they are family.

2. The deep and pure love Tinn has for Gun. It is unconditional. Tinn did all these things for him without expecting anything in return. He just wants his crush/now boyfriend to be happy!

3. Gun realizing that Tinn is precious and he means much more to him than he lead on. That this is not some little high school relationship, it’s much deeper and heavier than that. So deep that he comes to the revelation that he’s only singing his song for Tinn and not the competition.

4. Gun’s mum supporting her son in everything whether it be his dream or love life. And the growing mother-in-law and son-in-law relationship between her and Tinn, like this woman already trust him with her life. She’s planning the wedding as we speak.

5. Their friends are amazing. Tiw constantly supporting his bestie and giving him advice. The chinchillaz boys comforting and hugging Gun on stage when he finds out his mum his safe and the surgery went well.

6. TINNGUN ARE THE HEALTHIEST, SWEETEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL SWOONWORTHY BOYFRIENDS IN BL HISTORY.

‘My school president’ is truly a gem and GMMTV hit the jackpot with GeminiFourth. Case closed.

[aihoshiino]

I did some mathing in my brain about when is AI’s and the Twins birthdays since I’m trying to figure out with what we got in the prologue since Aka never gave anyone birthdays and the time line of seasons is a fuck here. but I’m thinking Ai just turned 16 around the same time she was discovered to be 20 weeks along(5 months) and it starts snowing when her death/20th birthday but the twins birth it also starts snowing with the reincarnation happens.Japan usually starts having snow around mid December til early April so I’m shooting that AI’s birthday is around December while the twins might be late march if im doing a ball park guess I know this is weird thing to bring up in a ask but if Akasaka doesn’t give us birthdays then the fans gonna have to do it with the context clues we get especially since she’s still 16 when the twins are like … 6 months. Idek I’m rambling and want to know of your take cause I love your takes

please undrstand i am saying this with nothing but love but this ask briefly sent me down a rabbithole of forbidden knowledge and insanity and i feel like a lovecraft protag who has seen too much. I THINK i have made sense of all this but.................... listen akasaka clearly didn't think about it the same way i'm doing here so really, i guess i'm the clown in this scenario. heehoo.

The most direct clue we get about when Ai's birthday falls is in Viewpoint B, during her conversation with Kyun. The flashback portion of the story is implied to take place in December (the framing device is set in December and Kyun's recent breakup happened 'right before Christmas') and Ai's upcoming fifteenth birthday is mentioned indirectly; she talks about being about to age out of the children's home she'd been staying in which would put her birthday either in December or January.

This is also supported by the fact that the the snowfall that occurs after her death is noted to be unseasonably early. Given that the series is set mostly in Tokyo which mostly gets its snow in January, December makes the most sense for her birth month. In addition, during the little happy memories montage at the end of the episode, we see the family celebrating Christmas in a space that has exclusively Christmas decorations — so Ai's birthday is not close enough to the 24th or 25th for those sorts of celebrations to overlap. With all that in mind, my best guess for Ai's birthday is late November/early December. I personally like to headcanon it as November 28th, as it matches the timeframe and is when the real life Strawberry Productions Fan Thankgiving event was held.

As for the twins birthday, my instinct was to try and guesstimate this based on the details of Ai's pregnancy. We're directly told by the text that it lasted the full 40 weeks (which is actually not as common for twins — Ruby and Aqua were a bit late!) and that a few months have passed by the time she returns to working as an idol; Aqua and Ruby are using walkers the day she returns from her hiatus and babies are not typically physically capable of using them until around six months old. Obviously the twins are a bit more mobile than a regular baby would be much earlier, but they do seem to be reasonably constrained by the physical limits of their bodies so I feel pretty comfortable saying around six months have passed by the time Ai comes off hiatus. This also makes sense in terms of Ai's health, since it takes about six months to fully recovery from childbirth.

20 weeks post hiatus pregnancy + six months postpartum recovery = ten to eleven months passed between Ai arriving at the hospital and returning from her hiatus. It's also worth noting that she may not actually still be 16 around this time? When Saitou talks about her age, he mentions her becoming a mother at 16 which is obviously the age she had the kids, but it does leave room for her to have had a birthday between getting pregnant and actually having them.

With that 20 week starting point in mind, though, we can use the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy to try and narrow things down a bit more.

Using the anime as reference, it seems to be around early/mid autumn when Ai arrives at the hospital. If you look at the greenery behind Gorou when he's up on the roof, you can see there's patches where leaves are starting to show their autumn colours.

Since the hospital is all the way out in Takachiho, where autumn typically lasts between November and early December (if I'm remembering right?), my best guess would be that Ai arrived at the hospital probably late November or early December.

With that in mind, the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy playing out in full, that means the twins' birthday must be in mid to late April. This is actually implicitly confirmed to be the case in the series itself: while Ruby's age (and therefore Aqua's by extension) is given as 14 at the start of volume 2, they are already sixteen by the time LoveNow starts airing, which happens not long after they start high school - and the Japanese school year starts in April.

I'm choosing to headcanon them on the earlier side of April, just because that places them smack dab in the middle of cherry blossom season for Tokyo, which both makes them spring babies in contrast to Ai and ties nicely into how cherry blossoms represent rebirth and new beginnings.

anyway watch me post this ask and then next chapter confirms the twins were born or october 5th or some shit.............

[infamous-raven-x]

In lieu of your last art, didn’t seeing Hydranoid get tortured inspire Keith to become Spectra, rather than the other way around?

Welcome to my Ted talk on Spectra's Character, Topic of today, When did this B-word turn evil?, the Threat 🧵🪡

First I just want to stay clear that I don't know what does it has to do with my Art but I will serve you, that's my job.

It's not the first time I do jokes about Spectra been choke....

Anyway, If I'm not wrong you are asking something that my rol model @marukrawler has posted ones, the Spectra's wing escene...

For more information you can read it, But I will talk about it since I think she forgot some details (I mean is my perspective so you can guess that ALL that I say is purely based in my headcannons)

First of all, If I'm correct, when we are introduced with Spectra in the episode 1 we discoverd 2 things important for the plot, Tigress mention that she (he) is the last Bakugan of the Six new warriors but she (he) will not give up against Helios even if he already bit the other 5 bakugans, I will take this as an important details since we know that Hydron consider that Spectra is the stra ger drawelr of New Vestroia and the Leader of the Vexos (Hex).

I will mention this because a lot of thigs doesn't make sense in this, like they tried to retcon what we have seen so far.

First of all the times doesn't really match, If we not something important Bakugan came to Vestal the same time as Bakugans on Earth since the fracture of the Dimensional trasporter of Profesol Michael did hit.

But why does this is Important?, the Year gaps doesn't really make any sense.

For example, Dan in the first season has 12 years old and (Yes I will take this info from the wiki).

The important thing here is that Mira and Dan are the same Age so I will asume that the flashback of Mira where she lose to Pink wannabe Spectra is basicly when they started to brawl and so Mira is still learning.

It is Important becuase we can asume that time was use foe the Vestals to fine New Vestroia and create the space cities (1 year or 2), so the next step is that Drago when he is still the perfect core he starts to countdown all his friends that had been took by Vexos, putting Hydranoid penultimate before Tigress.

The time gaps doesn't make sense, Spectra was the one that capture all the Bakugan, How did he could be Spectra AND be Keith undercover?

(Apart from using wing)

And there goes my next point, if Spectra was the one that capture Hydranoid is almost imposible that he got corrupted in this moment since he ALREADY was evil, there is a part where Mira could have lie so that brawlers...

Let's rememeber that Mira was the one that told us that Keith turns evil.

I purely think he was evil since the begining.

There is a posibility since Mira at first didn't wanted to tell Dan the true....

I really think that the main reason everyone is so lost with this is becuase Mira tell us a thing but the history may not be the true to cover her brother with a la Lame excuse. To safe the unexistend ass of Spectra.

[bunnywritesjunk]

Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: You work get ready to leave Umbara.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: Canon level violence, mean general, Blood, Head injury, T for teen (for this chapter)

Word count: 2k

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello! Chapter 5 is out and we are officially out of the umbaran arc. Next up is gonna be some more pinning fluff with rex and the Zygerrian arc. Stay tuned!

Chapter 5

You lay in your bunk motionless. You took deep meditative breaths. In for six counts, hold for two counts, out for eight counts. This was how you always calmed yourself. You heard distant explosions outside the base. There was still a battle going on and here you were, benched. You looked at your comm, you,d been crying for twenty minutes. You decided to get up to get fresh air. As you walked out of the barrack you saw Dogma and a few other troopers lining up outside of the hangar. Their blasters were at the ready position. As you moved closer you saw Rex approach them with Fives and Jesse in tow. You sped up to meet Rex.

“What happened to the court martial?” You asked him concerned.

Rex looked dejected. “Krell said there would be no time, he ordered their execution immediately.”

Dogma walked up to Fives and Jesse. “Will the prisoners request to be blindfolded?” They didn't respond.

“I'll take that as a no.”

You turned around. You couldn't bear to watch two good men get killed like this.

“I hope you can live with yourself Dogma.” You heard Fives say.

“Ready weapons, aim.”

“Wait!” Fives exclaimed. You turned back to look at them.

“This is wrong and we all know it. The General is making a mistake, and he needs to be called on it. No clone should have to go out this way! We are loyal soldiers. We follow orders, but we are not a bunch of unthinking droids! We are men. We must be trusted to make the right decisions, especially when the orders we were given are wrong!”

“Fire!” Dogma shouted.

You flinched at the sound of blaster shots going off. When you looked up, Fives and Dogma were still standing. None of the blaster fire hit them.

“What...What happened?” Dogma faced his firing squad. They all dropped their weapons. Rex walked up behind Dogma.

“They're doing the right thing Dogma. If this is how soldiers are rewarded for heroic actions, then one day, every man on this battalion may face a similar fate. Take off their binders.” Rex walked over to both troopers.

“We have orders!” Dogma shouted.

“Good luck finding someone to do them.” Rex said over his shoulder.

You walked up to Fives and patted him on the shoulder.

“Glad you're still alive.” You said while giving him a warm smile.

Fives chuckled “I'm still a little freaked out by your teeth, but it's not as bad as Krells.” You giggled lightly.

Rex and Dogma made their way to the main tower, no doubt about to get severely scolded by Krell. The other troops chatted among themselves while you eagerly waited for Rex and Dogma to get back.

After a few minutes, the elevator doors opened and the two men walked out. They made their way toward you.

“Prepare the troops, we are assisting General Kenobi's squadron in taking the capitol.” Rex told the group.

You looked at Rex eagerly. “You are staying behind. It's too dangerous without visuals and Krell still has you benched.”

You looked down at your feet. “I understand.”

The men went their separate ways to prepare for battle. You went back to your bunk. You figured since you were probably heading off the planet soon you should pack up and get ready.

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You were packed up completely. You also decided to check on any injured soldiers. Most were asleep and all were stable. You headed back to your barrack to watch another episode of your drama show. As you walked, you noticed the base seemed really quiet beside the distant explosions on the horizon. You made it back to your bunk and decided to see if Na'wi was ok. You commed her.

“Hey girl, you heading over here yet?” Her light voice rang through the comm.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You responded.

“Um, the Capitol. We took it, General Kenobi said the 501st should be on their way here.”

“That's weird. Krell said that Kenobi needs our help and sent them into battle.”

“I mean there's a few Umbaran troops left and we sent a battalion to take care of them. They are wearing our armor to try and sneak by us.”

Your eyes widened. “Na'wi...Tell Kenobi that Krell has betrayed us. I have to warn them.” You didn't give her time to respond before you ended the comm. You rushed out of the barrack door only to end up pushed backward by a hard force. You fell on your backside and looked up.

“Where are you in a rush to?” Krell stood before you, he made slow steps inside the barracks trapping you.

You scrambled to get up. “Um, I was just gonna check on the injured men.”

“Oh? But you already did that. Didn't you?” He circled around you, all two of his arms crossed in front of him and the remaining two behind his back.

You took a few steps back, and he matched your steps forward.

“Uh, I wasn't done with something. Excuse me.” You stepped to move past him. His hand wrapped around your throat tightly as he pinned you against the wall. Your vision went blurry and your head felt like it was going to explode. You gasped for air. He leaned in close to your face.

“Do you really think I'm that stupid? I'll have to dispose of you before you ruin my plans.” He said to you.

You started to see spots in your vision. You willed yourself to stay awake as you tried to pry his hand off your neck. Just before you lost consciousness you heard the blast door open and muffled voices.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rex POV

Rex and his battalion stood in line. Confused and hurt looks were written on their faces. The horrible acts they committed unknowingly against their own brothers. They won't be the same after this, and neither will he.

“We all know who's responsible for what happened out there. What we don't know, is why. Something has to be done. What I'm proposing, is highly treasonous. If, any man chooses to opt-out, do it now.” Rex said.

All of the troopers stepped forward refusing to back down.

“From this point forward, we are entering uncharted territory. My orders are, we arrest General Krell for treason against the republic.”

His troops nodded and then moved out back towards their captured airbase. Their weapons at the ready position, the troopers made their way up the control tower to confront the General. Only when they got there, it was empty. They went to the brig to free Fives and Jesse. They suited up and went with the rest of them.

“Where is he?” Kix said.

Rex wracked his brain, trying to think quickly. Would Krell have made a run for it? Or would he underestimate the troops assuming they wouldn't find out that they were killing their own men? The only other person that could figure out something was wrong was...

“Men! Follow me. Quickly!” They shuffled back into the elevator and ran towards the barracks. His heart was pounding as he approached the door, unprepared to walk into what he might find. He opened the blast door and raised his blaster. Krell was holding Ruusaan by the neck, her feet barely touching the floor. Blood dripped down near her feet.

“Drop her! Now Krell!”

“You're committing mutiny Captain.”

Krell slowly let go of her and she slid down to the ground limp. The soldiers filed into the room surrounding the General.

“Honestly, I'm surprised you were able to figure it out, for a clone.”

The battalion moved in toward Krell. “Surrender General, You're outnumbered.” Rex said.

Suddenly, a force threw the soldiers back into the walls.

“You dare to attack a Jedi?!” Krell ignited his lightsabers. The men started firing at him. He managed to deflect every shot, slashing at the soldiers left and right. Krell managed to get himself near the blast door.

“I will not be undermined by creatures bred in some laboratory!” He stabbed the Door controls with his saber. The door hissed open and he ran out. The troops followed. Krell disappeared into the thick Umbaran Jungle. Rex circled back to the room.

“Kix!” The trooper seemingly materialized next to him.

“Make sure she's ok. We're going after him.”

Kix rushed towards the unconscious woman and started treating her. Rex ran with the rest of his troops to apprehend Krell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your POV

Your head was pounding. You twitched your fingers, not fully regaining bodily autonomy yet. You heard voices around you but couldn't quite pick up what they were saying.

“.....right-, con..........Fine.”

You squeezed your eyes before opening them slightly. The light of the room forced them closed again. You brought your hand up to your face sluggishly to shield them. There was a scratchy fabric wrapped around your head. You heard a voice approaching.

“Hey, you're awake.” You turned to look. It was kix. You tried to sit up but the pain in your head stopped you.

“Take it easy Ruusaan. Lay back down.” Kix gently pushed you back onto the bunk. Your eyes started adjusting.

'You took quite a hit there. Here take this for the pain.” It was a liquid painkiller. Kix gently sat you up by the shoulders to take it. Someone else walked up to the bunk, it was the Captain. Rex knelt down.

“How are you feeling?”

Not able to find your voice yet you gave him a thumbs up.

“Good, good.” Kix gave Rex a look you couldn't place and left the two of you alone.

“We managed to capture Krell. Uh, Dogma actually...killed him.” Rex said.

“Oh” Your voice came out raspy. The painkillers started to kick in so you sat up and gently swung your legs over to sit on the bunk. Rex grasped your shoulder to stabilize you.

“The shuttles are coming soon, we'll get off this planet for good.” Rex said.

“Thank you Rex, for taking care of me. I'd probably be dead if it weren't for you.”

“Well, we had some...unforeseen events. I'm sure you could hold your own, but you're part of the team. I've got your back.” You smiled and went to stand. Your knees gave out a bit. Rex caught you by the arm and waist.

“Take it easy.”

“I'm fine.” You tell him a little snappy.

“Just making sure, let's get you to a shuttle.”

The Captain grabbed your pack for you. You made your way out to the hangars slowly, Rex following very closely next to you. A shuttle was waiting with a few men already on board. The shuttle took off and you were on the star cruiser in a matter of minutes. You stepped out into the hangar and turned to Rex.

“Let me grab that.” You said while reaching your arm to out get your pack.

“I got it.” Rex shook his head.

“I'm sure you have more important things to do than carry my stuff and escort me to my room.”

“At this moment, you're more important.” You swear your heart skipped a beat.

You abruptly turned around and continued walking, trying to ignore the heat your face was producing. You made it to your room in about five minutes. As the both of you drew closer you felt the exhaustion catch up to you. Your body yearned for your soft bed with all your blankets and pillows. You made it through the door and headed to your side. Rex stood at the threshold of the small quarters you and your best friend shared.

“You can come in.” You told him. He gingerly walked into your room. You plopped down on the bed.

“You could just set it down anywhere.” Rex put your pack down near the door. He looked a bit awkward.

“I guess I'll go now, get some rest.” He turned to walk out.

“Thank Rex, I really appreciate you. I'll have to get you a gift or something one day.” He looked back at you.

“That's...really not necessary.” He chuckled a bit.

“You saved my ass more than once, I think I owe you one.”

“Well, like I said. I'll always have your back.” He left you to get comfortable and sleep.

[trashyp]

okay so I just rewatched the episodes where discord was first introduced and here are some things I’ve noticed

1. The first pony to stick around and look at his likeness in the stained glass window was Fshy.

2. The only pony he couldn’t turn by trickery was Fshy.

3. Screwball, or better known as “discord’s daughter”, appears in the episode, which I had no idea about

4. When Discord claps, his hands don’t make a clapping sound, but they make various different noises, like a glass breaking, a dog barking, and a cat meowing.

5. For whatever reason, Discord’s chaos only affected Ponyville. It was going to be the capital of his new chaos world, but he didn’t spread— only counting the maze in Canterlot.

6. I may be wrong about this, but the way RD betrayed the group was still her being loyal— Discord said that Cloudsdale, her home town, was in trouble, and said that she can take her wings and go save it, or stay in the maze. She was loyal to her home.

7. Each of the things that Discord lured each pony away with was their cutie mark; Fshy’s was butterflies, Applejack’s was apples, Pinkie Pie’s was balloons, Rarity’s was her gems on a rock, and Rainbow Dash’s was a cloud with rainbow lightning.

8. (I have not seen past season three, so please correct me if I’m wrong) Discord would have taken over completely if he didn’t get cocky and think the girls couldn’t turn him to stone, making him the only villain to have literally WON. If he had just done something at the end to avoid the blast, he still would be causing chaos.

9. Celestia and Luna are no longer, in any way, connected to the elements of harmony. They have no power or them, so any problem that Equestria had that needed the elements of harmony to save it, Celestia and Luna physically couldn’t do ANYTHING. Now I’m still rewatching it for the first time in several years so correct me if I’m mistaken, but most of the World Ending enemies pretty much required the elements to stop them. I know a lot of people are like “okay but if Celestia is the most powerful pony why doesn’t she fix these problems instead of the mane six”, but in those specific cases, there is literally nothing she can do to fix the problem. The power comes from the elements, not just her own magic

10. This is kind of just a gripe I have but the riddle discord says is like “find them where you began”, meaning where the elements of harmony were, I think they should’ve been in the everfree forest, in the old castle, cuz that’s where the show first showed the elements

11. This is more of a headcanon. So you know how people are like “oh they don’t fit their elements at all, Applejack lies all the time and Rainbow Dash is a bully”, I think maybe something fundamentally changed in them after being effected by Discord’s magic. It could also be the characters changing and growing, but it’s evident even in the episode— Fshy, when they’re changing RD, gets so angry at Discord that she charges after RD and captures her.

12. I also like to think that while they embody these elements, they have flaws within their specific element. Like, when it REALLY comes down to it, they are that element. When in trouble, Applejack is honest, Rainbow is loyal— like, the message is no one is perfect, but when it’s serious, true friends are there for you.

[mariacallous]

I feel sorry for Gary Oldman. He has done something rarely attempted by stars of year-end Oscar-bait movies: He has turned in an understated performance! He plays superannuated spymaster George Smiley in the new movie version of John le Carré’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. And it seems all anyone can talk about is the 1979 BBC TV version, starring Sir Alec Guinness in the same role.

In The New Yorker, Anthony Lane gushed over Guinness’ “opaque yet disarming sagacity.” The Atlantic’s James Parker dubbed his “the definitive performance.” (My favorite of Parker’s many astute observations: Guinness’ Smiley “moved as if he were wearing three overcoats.”) They’re both right, of course. Oldman understands that Smiley’s strongest urge is to blend in with the hideous ’70s wallpaper, and he seems appropriately worn down by the life he’s led. Nevertheless, Oldman can’t quite embody the retiring world-weariness and disappointment that Guinness so effortlessly conveys.

The problem is one of reality vs. verisimilitude. Guinness was 65 years old when he first put on Smiley’s spectacles; Oldman is a mere stripling of 53. The same can be said of the period setting: Director Tomas Alfredson did an amazing job of summoning up the dismal gloom of Britain in the 1970s—all smoke and fug and nary a glimpse of color. It’s an artful reconstruction. But Guinness and the murderers’ row of great British actors assembled by the BBC were twitching net curtains and visiting bland safe houses in the real 1970s. How can Alfredson possibly compete with that?

Greater length doesn’t always mean added depths, but le Carré’s complicated story makes more sense when it spills out over the course of the TV series’ six hours rather than the movie’s 127 minutes (as my colleague Dana Stevens can also attest). Both versions turn a thinky book into a talky teleplay—even in the big-budget movie, some parts of the story are conveyed in conversation rather than shown.

The TV series is full of brooding menace, but there aren’t a lot of thrills—it’s more cerebral than that. The mole at the top level of the British intelligence service is trapped using logic, not firepower. (Smiley is a very scholarly detective who spends hours examining documents.) The movie’s most heart-racing scene involves an attempt to smuggle a folder full of documents out of a library-like place. It’s the old-school version of that contemporary cliché: a hero copying computer files onto a thumb drive as bad guys approach.

Watching the TV version after seeing the film is a fascinating exercise, but it’s also a little repetitive. If you can’t face the same mole hunt all over again, check out Smiley’s People, a BBC production from 1982 in which Smiley once again returns from retirement to save “the Circus,” as le Carré called British intelligence. It was filmed three years after Tinker, Tailor, but the rudimentary computers that have started to pop up around the office make the setting seem positively prehistoric. In this adventure, Smiley heads off to Europe in pursuit of his nemesis—proving that the man can maintain his composure even among foreigners and hippies. The highlight of the series is an amazing face-off between Smiley and the Circus’ new boss, Saul Enderby, in Episode 5. Barry Foster plays Enderby as a slimy showoff who treats Smiley like a doddering fool. It’s worth sitting through the whole six hours just to see how effectively Guinness can express annoyance and dismay in a momentary glance. You may not even notice—and that’s kind of the point.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 48: Benign alien visitors 

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! My last two updates focused on the evil aliens who gave Sonic (and Shadow) grief, but now it’s time to turn our attention to the nicer ones.

Episode 48: Benign alien visitors 

Well first of all let’s get the obvious ones out of the way. The Wisps had limited appearances in the ArchieSonic comics, unlike in IDWSonic where they’ve shown up quite frequently. Their first appearance in the comics was in ArchieSonic #219, which featured an adaptation of the opening of Sonic Colours. This story was classified as, “Another Time, Another Place,” meaning it wasn’t canon to the ongoing storyline of the comic. ArchieSonic did this from time to time when new Sonic games came out, essentially just making them glorified 5 page advertisements. It wasn’t as satisfying as getting a full adaptation like what was done with Sonic Adventure, but at least this way it didn’t completely disrupt the ongoing plot in the comics. Let us not forget that at the time they had to squeeze in the Sonic Adventure 2 adaptation that Knuckles was green and Tails was a doppleganger. 

…actually, in hindsight? Having those storylines interrupted for six months would have been quite welcome. 😛

Aside from the Dark Arms hybrids that Eclipse created, the Wisps didn’t really show up following the reboot of the comic either. However, Tails did mention that the events of Sonic Colours had already happened in the new timeline and that Silver had been involved, suggesting that it may have followed the DS version of the game that included appearances from many of Sonic’s friends.

But do the Wisps really count as benign alien visitors, considering that Dr. Eggman dragged them kicking and screaming into orbit around Sonic’s homeworld? Possibly not. So let’s at long last talk about an alien race who actually showed up of their own free will: the Bem.

The first appearance of the Bem was in Sonic #118, not long after the nuking of Robotropolis by Station Square. Eggman and Snively, having made several attempts in previous issues to download themselves into new robotic bodies only to be foiled by Sonic, finally succeeded only to be confronted by the Freedom Fighters again. After confirming that Eggman was no longer able to roboticise people by touching them, Sonic and Tails immediately leapt into battle. But the four of them were rudely interrupted as an alien race called the Bem teleported them aboard their ship and into a prison pod.

The Bem wanted to run an experiment to see if organic or robotic beings were superior, so to test this they roboticised Sonic and Tails and de-roboticised Eggman and Snively. Setting the two teams against each other, the Bem announced that the winning team of this duel would be reverted to their previous state, while the losing team would remain stuck as what the Bem had just changed them to. Setting the four of them loose in a holographically projected battlefield, the Bem watched their experiment play out.

It was over pretty quickly, which is one of the things I hated the most about the stories from this era of the comics. They always felt so rushed because a chunk of the book was being taken up by stupid Ken Penders’ stupid green Knuckles story. But anyway, the Bem kept their word and returned the four of them to Mobius, all of them now flesh and blood again, and with Eggman ranting about how this just proved that robotic life was superior.

Pin in that.

Not long after that in Sonic #123, a strange phenomenon occurred across the entire planet.

All the people who had been roboticised, whether they’d had their free wills restored or were still mindless drones serving Eggman, disappeared without a trace. This included Antoine’s father, Mina’s mother, and Sonic’s entire family - his parents, Uncle Chuck, and pet dog Muttski.

But several weeks later they all started reappearing again, now deroboticised and with no memory of how they’d been changed back to normal. The one exception was Sonic’s father Jules, who was eventually returned but still as a robot.

Sonic thought that this must have been a cruel prank by Eggman, but Eggman denied having anything to do with the mass deroboticisation phenomenon, leaving Sonic and his family to wonder who was really behind it. I mean, surely it couldn’t have been that group of weirdos that had abducted Sonic recently and proved themselves able to roboticise and deroboticise people almost effortlessly, right? Right?!

Well if readers at the time didn’t already suspect that the Bem were involved, the confirmation that their ship was in orbit around Mobius in the very next issue should have told them everything they needed to know. This was when the Xorda showed up to raze the planet, and the Bem dropped off Super Shadow to defend them while they escaped.

…honestly, I think Shadow needs to get slapped in the face like this occasionally to keep him humble. 

The Bem’s involvement in the mass deroboticisation of Mobius was finally confirmed in Sonic #129, when Sonic arrived on the planet Argentium as the final stop on his Tossed in Space tour. Having been told that the key to his getting back home was on this planet, Sonic tried to land but was told he was only permitted to visit if he was attending the trial of Ceneca-9009.

Sonic decided to play things straight and headed for the courthouse, where it turned out the trial (or if you prefer, exposition dump) taking place had a surprising amount of relevance to him. 

Thousands of years ago Ceneca-9009 had been part of a scientific exploration crew that discovered Biotex, a planet of robotic beings, and had petitioned the high council to allow them to create a machine that would transform the robots into organic creatures. They were given permission to do so, but they hadn’t realised that the species in question had become robots as an evolutionary defense mechanism to protect them from a toxic environment. So when the Bem deroboticised the Biotexans they all immediately died, and the Bem outlawed deroboticising technology from that day forward to prevent another disaster like that from happening. 

Thousands of years later Ceneca-9009’s ship would discover Mobius and observe the beginning of Robotnik’s coup of the Acorn Kingdom, including the roboticisation of Tails’ father, General Amadeus Prower. When his wife Rosemary was also captured, Ceneca-9009 decided to intervene and teleported both Rosemary and Amadeus onto her ship, also deroboticising Amadeus. Having witnessed the devastation that Robotnik was wreaking on Mobius, Ceneca-9009 took the Prowers back to her homeworld of Argentium and once again went before the High Council, requesting permission to deroboticise all of Robotnik’s victims. However this time her request was denied, and she was thrown in prison for using the forbidden deroboticisation technology. Sonic was outraged at this revelation and called the court out on it, alerting the Prowers, who had also been witnessing the trial, to his unexpected presence on the planet.

But their reunion had to be delayed so that the trial could continue.

Travel to Mobius had been forbidden following Ceneca-9009’s imprisonment, and so the Prowers had been unable to return home. They were however offered asylum on Argentium. Twelve years later Ceneca-9009 had been released from prison after serving her sentence, and she had once again asked the council for permission to deroboticise the victims of Robotnik’s takeover of Mobius. As she had actually asked permission this time the council were more open to her request, but wanted to ensure another disaster like what had happened to Biotex wouldn’t happen again. Unfortunately their idea of doing the best thing for the planet was to arrange an experimental duel to see if robots would overpower organics or vice versa, hence what happened to Sonic, Tails, Eggman and Snively in issue #118. The end result of this experiment had been the council agreeing with Eggman’s complaint that robotic life had been proven superior, and so they had ordered Ceneca-9009 to roboticise the entire population immediately.

Ceneca-9009 had gone against their wishes though and instead deroboticised everyone (with one rather glaring exception), as shown in issue #123. 

Having gone over all the facts, the council found Ceneca-9009 guilty and sentenced her to be executed at dawn the following day. Sonic refused to accept this and planned to break Ceneca-9009 out of prison, but found himself without a means of escape when his spaceship was ordered to be dismantled due to the ongoing war between Mobius and the Xorda, which the Bem wanted no part in.

However the head magistrate also disagreed with Ceneca-9009’s sentence and approached Sonic with an offer to provide another spacecraft for him and the Prowers to escape in with Ceneca-9009, if he could bust her out of prison. Sonic easily accomplished this task, but unfortunately on such short notice the only ship that the magistrate had been able to obtain was so small that only one person could fit in it.

Considering that Ceneca-9009 was marked for death Sonic told her she should be the one to take the ship, but she insisted that one of them should take it instead, rationalising that as long as her pursuers thought she was onboard the escaping ship that they would not look for her on Argentium. Sonic also offered the ship to the Prowers, but they refused to leave each other and sent Sonic on his way with a gift for their son. 

When Sonic finally crashed back down on Mobius, the first thing he did was…

okay, well the first thing he actually did was get pulled back into the fight against Eggman immediately. Seriously, he’d touched down for maybe ten seconds when he spotted trouble and raced to the rescue. But after he’d stopped Eggman from launching a pair of nuclear warheads and gotten settled back at home...

...and come to terms with the fact that he could now understand canine speech patterns, Sonic was finally able to answer a question that had been hounding his family for a year.

After that, he linked back up with Tails to tell him some news that would shock him to his core:

Tails wouldn’t be able to do anything with this information for awhile, but eventually his uncle Merlin helped him get to Argentium to rescue his parents.

Just in the nick of time too, because they probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer with the Black Arms and the Xorda waging war in the skies above.

The Bem did not appear in the comics again after that, but their impact was felt for a long time afterwards. When Ceneca-9009 had deroboticised all the victims of the roboticiser, she had also been able to nullify roboticiser technology across the entire planet. Eggman could no longer turn anyone into robots after that, and he had to make do with equipping his living forces with cybernetic body parts instead, a process he called “Legionising,” in honour of the Dark Legion, who were among the first of his forces to undergo this process. However he was eventually able to at least partially work around that when he got his hands on a Chaos Emerald and used it to rewrite reality with the Genesis Wave.

Those who had been deroboticised personally by the Bem, such as Sonic and even Eggman himself, were still immune to the effects of the roboticiser. Everyone else though…

Grim. 

So here’s a thought. If Eggman created the Genesis Wave in response to his robotic slaves being permanently transformed back to normal, then that means that everything that happened afterwards, such as Sally’s roboticisation, the disbanding of the Freedom Fighters, the second Genesis Wave rewriting reality again (creating the reboot era of the comic), and the shattering of the planet - that can all be traced back to Ceneca-9009’s actions in the back-up story of a single issue. Who could have possibly known that the effects of that single story would still be felt when the comic ended, over 165 issues later?

That’s all from me for today. Were there any other benign alien races that visited Sonic’s homeworld in the Archie comics that I missed? Be sure to let me know in the comments! Next time will be another instance where I struggle to come up with good examples from ArchieSonic: “Hero becomes blind. Magoo jokes aplenty. Ableism ages episode horribly.” How will I tackle this head-scratcher? Tune in next time to find out!

[itdisneymatter]

Leaving on a jet plane

So its finally time, in just a few hours we head to the airport and we are currently flying out to Orlando, Florida for our first holiday in 5 long years, after much rescheduling since we originally intended to go back in 2019. And of course with that, THE BLOG returns (I am sorry in advance, truly)! This was meant to be posted before now (last night, then this morning, now whatever time zone we are flying across), but the last 24 hrs, nay the whole week has been absolutely choc-a-bloc, from lastminute.com stuff at work to the important stuff like making customised t-shirts, fixing switch controllers and making up snackle boxes (which we couldn’t use anyway because of someone’s stupid stupid peanut allergy).

And since the last time we were there, we’ve seen more than a few changes.

Our “kids” are no longer kids really. Patrick turns 18 at the end of the month and is off the Uni is September. Roberts in studying Advanced Physics and Applied Maths and doing a HNC in Cyber FREAKING Security all while still in six year. And Grace is the only one who is not yet taller than me which I don't think that’ll be the case for very much longer. Oh and fun fact: Grace is older that Patrick was the last time we were here back in 2017… eesh! No more buggies (well not ruling that out completely for me and Ann), and obviously no more tantrums or arguing from the kiddos (lol, I wish).

Old School

Social media, since the last time, has seen a big change. Patrick laughed at me when I told him I was continuing to use Tumblr for my blog, because everyone’s on YouTube, Tiktok or Instagram these days (well maybe not even Insta, I can’t keep up). I’m a terrible speaker so me doing live, unedited vLogs is an absolute no-go. And Tiktok? I’m sorry I just cant, I dont have the actual energy or sanity to plan and film a little skit of me talking to myself, pretending to be another character (seriously can we check on these people I’m worried for them). And the purpose of this blog is mainly to create a somewhat historical record of our events, intended mainly for personal consumption. Anyway, I’m too committed now to stop and this continues to be the format, however boomer it is.

I digress.

So only a short unofficial update today before we start the main event and roll out a rundown of our daily escapades. Michael graciously dropped us off at the airport this morning with our luggage which came in at just under the limit (not looking forward to smashing said limit on the return leg that’s for sure). Check in and security was fairly breezy and managed to get an obligatory pint & some decent Eggs Royale for breakfast oh and a wee sneaky purchase of a nice 14yo Aberlour. This, mainly for me during our three weeks, will also likely be Patrick’s first sip of alcohol EVER, as he won’t legally be allowed to drink until he’s back home and above the country’s legal age limit. Not bad for his first ever drink and sure beats Rolling Rock for a quid or so down at McFly’s in Coatbridge watching Shifter on a school night 😏

Best laid plans

Writing down this last part from the sky above the Atlantic, we have about 4 hours left until we land in Melbourne. I had, rather optimistically planned to watch ALL of The Last of Us and play the Switch at the same time but due to having about 8 hrs of sleep all in in the past 72hrs, and the kids probably not far behind, we pretty much all crashed as soon as we took off. So all in all I’m about two episodes in and had my Switch on for a total of 30 minutes. At least we’ll be rested for when we get there, though will probably play havoc with the old body clock, with an emphasis on old. Absolute belter from Grace because we’ve been plane buddies today - she turned around to me after struggling to get back to sleep at one point due to the noise and said “there’s too many kids on this flight” Oh dear… 😂

Itinerary is locked in (on a nicely formatted Excel spreadsheet I may add), and contains everything from Restaurant prices and happy hour deals down to best snacks and secret hacks at each of the parks. We’ll be kicking things off with Islands of Adventure tomorrow on our first full day (it would have been Magic Kingdom but they don’t do 21 day tickets any more 🤷🏻‍♂️). Once we pick up the car, we plan to head via Disney Springs to pick up our Magic Bands and grab some food (if we’re hungry which we probably won’t be). Then onward to the hotel to get unpacked, grabbing the traditional Starbucks at the Java cafe, grabbing some provisions at Walmart then heading to bed for some semblance of sleep.

Pauline & Kevin have been here since last Sunday too so we’ll also be catching up with them this week and it looks like they’ve had a blast thus far… 😁

Right I’m going back to watching The Last of Us on plane tv and kidding myself on I’m going to get back to sleep, so will catch you guys on the flippity flip!

[creaturebehavior]

remember a couple months ago when i was in the midst of a bad depressive episode and i ordered groceries to pick up from walmart with my EBT card and i ordered a 12 pack of hot pockets and they sent me an email saying they were out of the 12 pack and gonna substitute it and for some reason i assumed they would just substitute with one box of 5, because i had ordered one box of 12. And i didn’t see that they listed the substitution quantity as SIX BOXES in replacement which is fucking 30 hot pockets.

So i didn’t see the quantity listed. I assumed i was getting one box. idek why i didn’t even consider i may be getting even two boxes making 10 hot pockets to be a “closer replacement” to the one box of 12

So i just clicked approve this substitution. Got home from the grocery store. And i had 6 fucking boxes of pepperoni hot boxes in my trunk. And my depressed ass was like holy shit i barely made it out of bed to go to the store to pick these up, you got me absolutely fucked up and down if you think i’m going to turn around and drive back to walmart and walk inside and return 5 boxes of hot pockets

So i just emptied them all into a grocery bag and was so grateful i had room in my freezer for the bag, and was grateful that i had extra food stamps at the time because i had been so depressed i wasn’t eating, so financially i was in a position to where buying 6 boxes of hot pockets wouldn’t fuck me over

so i just have been eating pepperoni hot pockets for months

And look here it is. The email that Walmart sent me, asking if it’s okay if they replace my one box of 12 hot pockets with 6 boxes of 5 hot pockets. So moral of the story, always double check your substitution quantities.

Hot pockets used to come in packs of 2 instead of 5x and i have to assume that’s why an employee thought 6 boxes would make sense as a substitution.

[jays-therapist]

@flynniganrider this long ass post is for you and you only <3

So when I made this playlist, I divided the songs into six categories: Lance & Fear, Lance & Eugene, Lance & Parenthood, Lance & The Self, Lance & Childhood, and Lance & Vibes. For this post, I'm going to explain some of the songs by category.

(I would explain all of them but I'm lazy 😔)

Explanation under the cut:

Lance and Fear:

Lance's relationship with fear is a very big aspect of his character to me. I think, in the show, he ranges from a coward to the voice of reason to just like me fr (a guy with an anxiety disorder). Like. He was a shy child. He probably spooked easily, and was forced to face many of his fears at a very young age without really having the chance to process them, you know? He grew up in a position that put him on a constant defensive. All of the songs I picked represented some different aspect of Lance and Fear.

A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (Aprox): So this song, as it says in the title, lists the singer's fears, ranging from rational (being buried alive, dying in a fire) to irrational (movie credits, domesticated rats) before finishing with their newest, greatest fear, losing the person they love. I think this reflects the end of Lance's journey, and how you can learn to face your fears and cope with them, but that doesn't just mean they leave you. Lance has changed, and has found a family that he loves, but having means losing, sometimes. Life has a way of ruining things when they're good. I believe that Lance's greatest fear is not spiders, but having all that he's built stripped away from him.

Bigger Than That: Big development song for him. Learning to face your fears, big and small, rational and irrational, all while being a sexy girlboss. Truly a character arc for the ages.

Agoraphobia: I'm definitely pushing an agenda here but. Lance with an anxiety disorder. I think about this a lot. Through that lense, this song and Keep You Safe actually lead into Bigger Than That, in that they refelect how Lance has spent a lot of his life living in fear (and instead of facing those fears, he either represses them or jokes about them), but once he's allowed more room to breathe development-wise, he can overcome it, and grow. idk if any of this is making sense but if you get it you get it.

Lance and Eugene:

They're bros,,,, they love each other so much,,,, but I also think they were not very good friends to each other as teenagers/young adults. NTLTP kinda proves that, as Eugene is constantly double-crossing Lance. This is not to blame either of them, of course, I just think that they grew up in an environment that rewarded cruelty and punished vulnerability. Yes, they love each other, but they're also kids just trying to survive. In that case, friendship will always come second. BUT, reuniting as adults, they're allowed to rebuild their relationship on much healthier terms. All of these songs are just me turning their friendship around in my head because I literally never stop thinking about it.

Buddy Song: This one doesn't even need an explanation okay I would be sent to prison if i didn't put this song in the playlist.

Summer Friends: Growing up in the orphanage was tough, you know, but it was also simple. Summer Friends is a very nostalgic song that reminds me of their dynamic as they grow up and become more cynical.

Same Drugs: So this is a song about reuniting with an old friend and realizing that you've both changed in different ways, which makes it harder for you to connect like you used to. And if TTS cared about me at all there would be a whole episode dedicated to that awkward little dynamic Lance and Eugene have at the beginning of the series.

Hidden in the Sand: Was contemplating Lance getting betrayed by Eugene so i threw this song in there. I may hate NTLTP like nothing else but at least it gave me angst potential

Evelyn Evelyn: THIS SONG. OH MY GOD. if anyone knows how to animate I would literally give up my left foot for an animatic or something of this song, but with these guys. The dynamic,,, growing up very close and only having each other to rely on, but having the friendship fester over time due to outside factors and your own trauma,,,, im actually throwing up.

Valerie: Another reconnecting with an old friend song! I just think about that early season 1 dynamic SO MUCH.

Bud Like You: It's like the Buddy Song but by AJR, and with the vibes of Teen Lance and Teengene.

Little Soldiers: I think this song reflects the strange end to their friendship. "If you loved me and i loved you, how did it all end the way that it did?" Idk man.

Michael in the Bathroom: LISTEN. LISTEN. ONCE YOU CONNECT EUGENE TO JEREMY AND LANCE TO MICHAEL YOUR LIFE WILL BE IMMEDIATELY RUINED. BUT IM RIGHT. anyway be more chill au when

Forgive Me Friend: Again, I really wish we got to see more of that awkward dynamic from the beginning of season 1. Them reconnecting as friends and learning how they've both changed as people, while trying to make up for the ways they might have hurt each other in the past is literally all i want.

Lance and Parenthood:

I was gonna put a summary for each of these but all i got for this one is HE'S A DAD....Oh my GOD.... literally about to backflip off the golden gate bridge

Chords: Lance breaking the cycle and adopting Keira and Catalina has absolutely changed my life I will never be the same again

Dear Theodosia: So sorry for having a song from Hamilton in here but in my defense James Monroe Iglehart was in Hamilton, so I get a pass. I think that, after it really sank in that he's a father, Lance was overcome with joy and anxiety. Like, "Look! Look at my girls!" but also "fuck what if i do this wrong. what if I'm not ready to be a dad." Just, a lot if conflicting feelings as he figures everything out. At the end of day, though, he's just happy to be the father of Keira and Catalina, and wants to make the world a good place for them .

Blue: I have cried 10000 times to this song, it's ruined me. Thinking about.... Lance finding joy in his daughters' happiness, in the idea that he is their father and they love him as much as he loves them... GOD the mental illness is overwhelming

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy): Lance being a protective figure in Keira and Catalina’s life because he never really had that. That's it that the post

Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear: As a child, Lance had to sacrifice a lot of the dreams he had, but I think as a parent, he would only want to support his kids. He wants then to have silly dreams and be in a comfortable enough position to want and own frivolous things.

Lance and The Self (alternatively titled Lance, Alone):

A lot of songs i picked that I thought reflected Lance's relationship with his own identity and personhood, as well as his journey pre-series to PEEV.

Hold the Girl: self-acceptance songs my beloved. I think Lance has his own struggles with his identity. He doesn't hate the child he used to be, but he does seperate himself from him. Part of his journey (or the personal journey he goes through I imagine in my head lol) accepting that he was that child as he is this adult, and learning love that child, if he's different from who he is now.

Ain't Got No - I Got Life: A more positive reflection of Lance's carefree nature. Despite living a hard life and experiencing terrible things, he finds joy in little things, and it keeps his chin up. He may not much, but he has his body, his mind, his name. Life can't be that bad, then.

Why Try to Change Me Now: I was thinking anout season 1 Lance and redemption, and how he doesn’t have the same hatred of his past, nor does he harbor the same guilt that Eugene does. At least, not outwardly. I thought this song might put what he could've been feeling into words, as he develops and the role he plays in the story shifts.

Dog Days Are Over: Just, Lance suddely realizing hat he's happy, genuinely, the first time in a long time. I think the same could be said for every character in the main gang, as they've all been through a lot of shit. The idea that they're content with where they are in life must be like getting hit by a train lmao

Greatest Love of All: Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all send tweet

No Choir: Kind of similar to Dog Days Are Over in that Lance is realizing that he's no longer survivng. Rather, he's living, and that can be very daunting.

Who I'd Be: God there are a lot of musical theatre songs in here... anyway, I thought this song reflected how Lance might feel abour the role he plays, or the role he's been forced into due to circumstance. He's a pretty easygoing guy, but I bet there are times where it feels stifling, and he feels stuck in a position he doesn't want to be in. He strives for more, though he doesn't know exactly what more is. Essentially, I'm trying to say that he and Cass would be besties and I WISH they had more moments together.

Folksome Prison Blues: I don't see it talked about much in fandom, but Lance canonically went to prison? Like,, he was in prison for an undisclosed amount of time before he meets up with Eugene again. I think about what that was like for him sometimes, what might've been going through his head as he sat in a cell. Would his parents recognize him now, and would they be proud of him. I think this experience would reinforce any nihilism he mightve been harboring, because after spending so much time trapped on shitty situation, obly to be released and trapped in entirely different shitty situation, you can't really waste time on sadness or anger. You just gotta keep moving, and enjoy what you can.

Ain't No Mountain High Enough: He's just a loyal guy!!! He's found a family and he'd die for them, what a king.

Lance and Childhood:

Raise a glass to Lance's edgy orphan backstory.....

Welly Boots: This is a very common hc but I've always liked the idea of Lance ending up in the orphanage as a young child rather than immediately as a baby. I think he had a mother he was very close to, and though he can't remember much of her anymore, her presence kind of sits with him (Listen the show gave me literally NOTHING to work with when it comes to Lance's backstory, so you get hc).

Mothers: I think this is a fansong written for Critical Role (???), but it's really good so im applying it to my blorbo. Kinda has the same vibes as Welly Boots. I just think Lance + relationship with mother = maximum pain.

Paranoia: Broadly, this is a song about living in a very dangerous environment, and feeling abandoned by those who were meant to support you. As a child, Lance was abandoned by a system that was meant to protect him, that instead forced him into a life of crime.

Lance and Vibes:

These songs are only in there for the vibes I don't actually have explanations for them. They are Lance-adjacent songs.

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

Material Girl

BREAK MY SOUL

made a Lance playlist because he's living rent free in my brain rn. It might be like, 95% incomprehensible, but I swear I have a stupidly long explanation for every song in this thing.