#or perhaps thats simply how Ewe is

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Small talk between new gods

PT 2 to this

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[k0kichiimagines]

Skdhajdjsjadbnwbs bad ending ew *COUGHS AGGRESSIVELY* HELL NAH, I STILL NEED TO DO 3 MORE TO BE DONE WITH SAEYOUNG I'M-

SJDBS

Can I get Saeyoung with an S/O who tends to fake their emotions through difficult situations? (Toxic family/y'know that part with the bomb, they seemed calm but inside they were scared but hid it well) and he finds out later when everything was okie dokie-

I noticed I fake smile and laugh a lot when I'm with family that makes me tense but when I'm alone or with people I trust, I usually drop the act slska something like that? They do it so they don't get hurt easily or sum-

Also can I write something for you too? Think of it as a thank you gift for everything skdjah-

Please take your time!! You're doing amazing and I love you!^^ ❤️ /p

I DID THIS SOONER RATHER THEN LATER SINCE YOU SUFFERED THROUGH THAT ROUGH ENDING AND ALL THE DAYS LEADING UP TO IT. AND YOURE DOING MORE AS WELL, TAKE CARE AS WELL

thank you v much for the offer!! if it worked i put it in your ask box!!

ALSO THATS VERY SWEET I LOVE U TOO AND YOURE ALSO DOING AMAZING!! THANK U!! <333 /p

hope you enjoy!!

- mod kokichi

Saeyoung x reader

-> reader who hides their emotions in stressful situations

he does question it a bit during the later days. when you're both preparing to drive off to the mint eye, but you always reassure him you're fine, and your smile is so convincing he just shrugs it off. perhaps you're just very rational, is his thoughts.

you seemed so calm to him. oddly calm for someone with a bomb under their feet, let alone when you consider the hacker that had just smashed through your window moments before. at the time, he ignored it.

perhaps you honestly felt everything would be fine, perhaps it was a denial response, he wasn't sure, and honestly he felt even just thinking your name made his heart feel funny, so he avoided the thought entirely. he focused on his work. (as best he can with all the calls from you)

you didnt even react to his attempts at getting you to give up on him, at his harsh words or straight up blanking. nothing.

it slipped his mind after that. the next few days were a whirlwind of a mess. he only makes a lighthearted comment afterwards, having exhaustedly sighed and rested his head on your shoulder while you held him. "how d'you always manage to stay so calm... you should teach me one day, I'll be the most diligent student."

it's only then you kind of make an 'ehhhh....' noise in reply, and he goes to look at you questioningly. you confess that you're not as calm and unphased as he once thought - of course you were absolutely terrified throughout the whole ordeal, you felt paranoid and miserable in that apartment at times.

he kind of just blinks at you. he's surprised you managed to appear so calm, but also feels instantly guilty for not working it out sooner and comforting you more during those days. he'll tell you such as well, applauding your skill, but apologising sincerely. he does wonder if this means you've done this before, many times before, which would explain your skill level.

but he doesn't question it now. if and when you wish to tell him about anything from your past he'll be ready to listen.

now he's just more careful on keeping an eye on you. he tries to learn your behaviour and find anything that gives away your emotions. if its over something not so serious then he'll lift you in the air with a declaration that you can't hide your feelings from him! he was the 707 of course.

if it something serious then he's not as intense. he'll reach for your hand and hold it firmly, he silently tells you he's guessed your emotions, and he's here for you, but he won't make you talk if you don't want to. as you two stay for longer and you drop the act more, he's also going to be there for you to rant to or vent to.

no seriously he'll always be there, even if he's busy this man adores you he would drop almost anything to simply say hi and kiss your cheek, let alone if you were upset

[redleadurr]

got this ask on my main blog but i decided to move it here since its my ew-focused blog

thank you btw (:

to be honest i wrote the og post bc ever since i joined the community for the first time i kept seeing a lot of grief regarding what Tord ended up becoming (on tumblr its been tame which is why i felt a lot safer talking abt my thoughts on here than anywhere else) and how hes irredeemable and abusive to his friends and just an ass for trying to kill everyone to take over the world or whatever. Or simply ‘aarghh this is SO out fo character! (its not!)’ or ‘it came out of no where!! (it didnt— it had a lot of buildup even since classic era)’ and unfortunately ‘legacy sucks writing-wise and its a bad era / tord sucks as a character now and should be forgotten forever ( ): )’

because of that, i wanted to share my thoughts on how you could possibly see tord as redeemable if you wanted to based of things i personally observed... The End was good but it also didn’t explain much so i understand why people would just think hes evil and fucked up for that. i dont blame the team then for leaving things open ended when there was a lot of time issues + it was certainly planned for this ‘arc’ to continue somewhere else but unfortunately got scrapped because of criticism/passing the series on to the current team (who seem to not like legacy tord based from what ive seen, ouch). but because of that open endedness a lot of people just take what happened at face value and dont try to think about other things that mightve influenced what may have happened, or tord’s intention anyway.

in the post this ask is talking about i particularly mentioned how you could interpret the scene of tord bloodied at the hill as him being regretful for what he’s done based on expression alone & thats the kind of stuff i wanted people to start thinking about heh. that and stuff like ‘perhaps him saying that he didnt need friends anymore was caused from him being blinded by the adrenaline of whats happening then’ or ‘why did he not try attacking edd/matt like at all even though he had a lot of open chances when he was in the robot’, etc. and then think about these and connect them to other sources we have such as in wtfuture . ‘did he really make cola illegal for it being addicting? does that show that he cares for his friends?’

i dont want to be like ‘oh he should be forgiven if you hate him then you suck for not looking into these things’. everyone has their own interpretations of media & thats what makes things cool! just thought id provide another way of seeing him as a character then (.: i like seeing your thoughts on how he is too. ever since i wrote that post my interpretation of him has shifted more to him being morally gray rather than him being completely misunderstood (though they both go hand in hand somewhat) but as i said thats the beauty of analyzing media yourself i guess haha

[crazyrandomfucker]

Marichat May Day 23: Blushing

Summary:

What would happen if Marin knew that the girl he first loved is also the girl who is now madly in love? What would happen if said girl was crazy in love with him and he couldn't confess to her because he would have to recognize that he knows her secret?

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It was not supposed to happen. Marin could have never predicted and much less, prevent it from happenning. Not in his entire career as Lordbug he had ever thought that he himself would be the one that broke the first rule they had established between superheroes: None of the four heroes were to know the secret identity. Not even Chat Noir, who wanted the most to know who was Ladybug, had ever broken that rule. They four had swear not to investigate or try to find the others identities. And yet, ther was Marin, seeing how Kitty Noire detransformed into Adrienne Agrestre from behind the container he had detransformed. In his defence, Marin wasn't trying to know her identity and it was actually  Kitty's fault for not being careful enough, but still, he could not believe it.

Obviously, Marin didn't tell any of this to Marinette, given how strict she and Tikki were regarding the secret identities. Tekke on the other side, while it ticked him off that there had been a one-sided reveal, he understood that it wasn't Marin's fault. Marin now had two options as Tekke said; he either kept everything a secret and act as if nothing had happened, or he'd have to take away the miraculous from Chat Noir and Kitty Noire, explain everything and look for new holders. The later really wasn't an option and even Tekke agreed on that one; they had been partners for far too long to now introduce new cats, escpecially because the sudden appearance of two ew villains that went by Papilionidae and Le Paon. So, Marin had a new secret to keep.

The first days, he was simply nervous around Adrienne whether she was in her civilian form or in her Kitty Noire form, so he tried to act as normal as he could and not distanciate himself from her in order to avoid making her suspicious of him. However,when days turned to weeks, Marin began to feeel like the stress was building up and that it'd crush him if he didn't let it out. He became restless and the people around him definitely noticed. His family constantly asked him if there was any ptoblems, but he wouldn't budge. Alen and Alya did their best to interrogate Marin and try to get something out of him, but Marin didn't budge. Even Adrien was worrying about him and asked him both as Adrien and as Chat Noir, which was ironic given that Adrien didn't get exactly along with Marin. When Marin thought about it, Adrien most likely didn't get along with Marin because he was Adrienne's love interest and there was no wayto knoow if Marin was a good guy or a gold digger.

As Marin's stress built up and the constant questioning began to sound repetitive and annoying, Marin decided that he was going to vent to someone about it and Tekke approved it concerned for Marin's mental state. He had three options to whom could he vent to. First one, his sister, who was very strict about secret identities and was totally against a reveal. Bad idea. Second option, he could talk it out with Kitty herself, but Marin was definitely not prepared to have that conversation with her or any rational conversation at least. Which only left him with the final option : Chat Noir. Luckily for him, they had patrol together so they'd have quite some time to talk.

Hours later, Lordbug was staring at the sunset as he nervously waited for Chat. "Ah, I wonder how should I appraoch this..."

"Approach what M'Lord?" asks Chat as he clims next to Lordbug.

"Perfect timing Chat Noir. We have to talk" says Lordbug serious as he swallows his nervousness.

"What happened Lordbug? Is there a clue abouth the identity of Hawk Moth? Is it Mayura's perhaps? Or is it Le Paon and Papilionidae?" asks Chat concerned.

"You are right in only one thing. It's about someone's identity, but not the villains" says Lordbug. "It's Kitty's".

"Wait, what?!" says Chat confused.

"Someone saw her detransforming about a month and some weeks ago. He told me after overthinking it for that period and built quite a lot of stress because he knows her in your civilian life" says Lordbug trying to remain calm not to blow his cover. "And he slipped out accidentally her identity to me in an anxiety attack".

"A- I- Th- Wh-" tries to articulate Chat Noir as hismind gets more and more confused by the second. "Who saw her?"

"I'm sorry to tell you this Adrien, but he's someone you don't get completely along with" says Lordbug proving that he knew their identities. "It was Marin, he was hiding behind a container when your sister dropped in the alley and detransformed".

"No way!" says Chat connecting the pieces of the puzzle. "That's why he's been so weird lately, it all makes sense now..."

"Look Chat, I'm sorry to tell you this and drop the news like that but... You were lucky this time" says Lordbug. "It was Marin who saw her and decided to keep the secret to himself for a lot of time before he collapsed. I didn't tell any of this to Ladybug because... You know it, we would have to take away your miraculous and find a replacement and she's the one who'd do it even if it pains her a lot".

"I- I understand... Are you... Are you going to take the miraculous away then?" asks Chat holding his ring nervously.

"I won't. It's far too late in the game to find you a replacement, we're already a good team and work like a perfectly oiled machine" says Lordbug and Chat visibly relaxes. "Not to mention that we heave more villains to take care of now and introducing someone brand new could lead to a disastrous defeat".

"What are we going to do then?" asks Chat.

"We're going to do a bunch of things. First of all, I'm sorry about this Chat" says Lordbug and then slaps Chat Noir, almost knocking him off balance. "You're an idiot!"

"What the hell?! What was that for?!" asks Chat Noir rubbing his faceslightly pissed.

"I can't tell you because secret identities, but you deserved that" says Lordbug. "But I also deserve it, so hit me and tell me that I'm an idiot".

"What? I'm not doing that!" says Chat.

"Chat Noir, slap my face with all your strength or I'll hit you again" threatens Lordbug and Chat complies, almost knocking Lordbug off the ground.

"You're an idiot! Even if I don't know why!" exclaims Chat.

"Good! Now I can feel a bit more at ease" says Lordbug. "Now that we have that out of the way, I want you to explain everything to Kitty and please try not to visit randomly Marin to do whatever you want to do, he's not in a good state right now. In fact, I'm going to sort everything out with him because he's a mess and I'm afraid that he'll explode when least expected".

"Okay, I understand" says Chat Noir serious. "Can I ask something thought?"

"Of course, I'll try to asnwer if I can" says Lordbug.

"What exactly is troubling Marin so much? Doesn't he already knows your identity and Ladybug's without a problem?" asks Chat Noir.

"Okay, that is a hard to answer question and I'm not sure if I should answer" says Lordbug blushing a bit. "Anywas, there is a difference between our identities and yours".

"What difference?" asks Chat. "Are you aliens?"

"No. We're... Sort of family? But to Marin... Kitty Noire was the girl he and I fell for more or less at the same time. However... When he decided to move on, he became more perceptive of his surroundings and... Well, you already know ho your sister feels about Marin and... Ugh! This is so hard to say!" says Lordbug blushing. "After considering Adrienne's feelings and his own opinion on her, he began to see her in a different light and slowly was enamoured by her hard. As in, madly in love with her".

"So it's not his mind what has a problem then? Isn't it the heart instead?" asks Chat Noir far more calmly than Lordbug would have ever expected.

"Since we think alike, I can understand what he's going on. Wait, now that I think about it... Did we seriously fell for the same girl twice?!" says Lordbug. "Okay, thats it, kill me now Chat. I don't want to keep living in this embarrassement of a world".

Chat lets out a small laugh as he puts his hand on Lordbug's shoulder. "Please, M'Lord, if you're gone, who am I going to tease to death about this?"

"Watch it cat boy, because I can and I will tell embarrassing moments of yours to Marin and Marinette, meybe even to the reporter twins, the Cesaire" says Lordbug jokingly.

"To be hinest, it'd be totally worth it" says Chat laughing.

"At least, until I tell your girlfriend about them" says Lordbug. "I'm sure Kagami will be really interested on it" says Lordbug. "That's right, I know about the secret relationship you began... Was it two months ago?"

"You wouldn't dare" says Chat Noir alarmed.

"You bet I would kitty-cat, so let's patrol before I actually do it" says Lordbug swinging away.

When Adrienne heard from Adrien and Plagg that the cat was out of the bag, she couldn't believe it. She had been so careful! More than Chat for sure. But when she heard the rest of it and learnt that it was Marin who discovered her and that he had stressed himself out lately to not mess up and reveal her secret, a lot of mixed feelings bursted on her chest. First of all, she felt a pang of guilt on her chest, knowing that Marin had been suffering because of her and tried to hide it either way. But because he had been trying to hide it, worrying so much for her, her heart also skipped a beat as she blushed. On the other hand, she felt a lot more of respect for Lordbug for not following the rules and deciding what would be the best, even if she also felt guilty and pitied him after she learnt that he had liked her both as Kittty and as Adrienne.

Knowing how much would her holder overthink everything, Plaggue distracted Adrienne by literally picking Adrienne's phone and throwin it to the bin. Adrienne instantly snapped out of her trance and picked up the phone from the trash, complaining to Plaggue that she shouldn't do that if she was bored. Tha kwami was looking at her seriously thought, which made Adrienne straighten up a bit since Plaggue rarely was serious.

"Listen here kitten, I did what I needed to provent you from overthinking everything once more. You're not going to think about this, understood?" says PPlaggue serious. "If you have any problems or whatsoever, you go and talk everything out with Marin".

"But I can't see him right now! I'm a mess and I don't know what to say!" says Adrienne blushing and desperate.

"Okay, first of all, I don't care if you can't see him right now. How many times have you gone over his house as Kitty whenever you felt like it?" asks Plaggue. "And second, you'll never know what to say, so grab the bull by the horns and do it".

After a large discussion about whether should Kitty Noire pay a visit to Marin or not and about what should Kitty say, Adrienne stood up ecouraged by Plague and transformed into Kitty Noire. Completely ignoring her brother's warning about not visiting Marin for his sanity's sake, she jumped out if her window and pole-vaulted into the air, heading for Marin's roof with only one thing on her mind: Marin. In no time, she crossed the distance between her house and the Dupain-Cheng boulangerie-pastisserie and landed on Marin's roof. Without letting herself have enough time to rethink about it, she knocked on Marin's trapdoor and heard how something on the inside made a lot of noise, as if something had fallen or had been thrown in the spur of the moment.

"K-Kitty?" says Marin blushing a lot with a nervous smile.

"It's okay, I already know. Lordbug told my brother and he told me" says Kitty Noire trying not to blush. "Do you mind if we talk inside your room were no one can spot me easily?"

"S-Sure..." says Marinas his hands trembled due to his nerves. "Would you- Should I go for something to drink or to eat?"

"Don't worry about it" says Kitty as she drops inside the room. "I just want to talk somethings with you".

"S-Sure" says Marin mentally screaming. "What do y-you want t-t-to talk about Kitty?"

"You could call me by my name when we're alone you know" says Kitty pouting while a faint blush dusts her cheeks.

"I- It's just in c-case" says Marin rubbing it off.

"Okay..." says Kitty still pouting, but she shakes her head and calms down. "Anyways, I'm really sorry for being too careless and not noticing you in that alley!"

"It's okay Kitty" says Marin trying to supress his awkwardness. "I know it wasn't intentional".

"Yeah, but I still feelsorry for making you worry so much about me" says Kitty getting closer to him and Marin gets redder. "I don't want to make you suffer and cause you problems because of something I did!"

Marin smiles tenderly as he watches her worrying. "Kitty, it's okay. I wasn't on a struggle for keeping your secet or anything like that. I just made myself suffer beacause of me, it's not your fault, trust me".

"Then why have you been so weird lately at school?" asks Kitty worried. "Why have you been hiding everything from me?"

"I- I just was conflicted about something" says Marin. "I honestly never thought that anything of this was your fault, I simply tormented myself as I usually do instead of talking with other people".

"then I want you to talk everything with me!" demands Kitty as she gets really close to Marin.

"Em... Personal space? Please?" says Marin awkwardly as his blush deepens.

"Oh! Sorry!  I tend to forget about boundaries whenever I get too emotional" says Kitty feeling a bit down.

"Don't worry. It's just that after so many years of bullying, I've kind of developed a bit obsessive about personal space" says Marin.

"But I always was hugging you or clinging to you and you never complained" says Kitty confused

"That's because I was being respectful. I knew more or less how things are at your home and I didn't want to be someone else who didn't let you express your feelings as you want" says Marin.

"Then what's different noe? I don't get it" complains Kitty.

"I am. I didn't know you were Kitty Noire. I was falling for you after resigning to be a couple with Kitty when I suddenly discovered that you were the same!" spurts Marin without thinking. "I'm very confused right now! The girl I had a crush on turned out to be the girl I'm currently in love with! What are the odds? I was too surprised to even recognize that I fell for you twice, Lordbug had to remember me that!"

"Y-You had a-a-a crush on me?" asks Kitty bashfully as her cheeks lit.

"I- Uh- I me- ... Yeah, I had one, but I gave up on it because I fell in lov for someone else" says Marin misteriously. "I... fell for you after I thought how would a future with you be like".

"W-Why? Why would you think about something like that?" asks Kity blushing.

"Because I realized that you loved me and I didn't know how I felt about you" ansewrs Marin as if it was the most normal thing to say of all times.

"Y-You know about it?" asks Kitty Noire.

"Well, once I wasn't blind-sided by my crush on Kitty Noire, it was pretty easy to figure it out" says Marin. "It's not like you or Nina made an effort to hide it to be honest".

"That mkes sense..." says Kitty blushing as she realizes how obvious she had been being.

Both of them fell into an awkward silence of reflexion were they analyzed the whole conversation again, slowly noticing here and there some hints about the other lowkey admiting their love for eachother if not openly professing it but then covering it with something else. Both realized that they loved eachother and that their love was certainly mutual, but neither of them dared to step up and confess to the other, not in fear of rejection since they knew the other's feelings; but in awkwardness. They simply stood there blushing as they waited for the other to make the first move, being to embarrassed to make it themselves.

Minutes later, Kitty's ring began to  beep and four of the paws suddenly disappeared, indicating that in less than a minute the transformation would be gone and Kitty would risk being discovered by someone else in Marin's bedroom without an alibi. Marin and her began t panic, but the ring  went back to it's normal state misteriously, as if it was giving them some more time to do what they needed. In fear of running out of time for sure, both of them took a step and confessd their feelings for the other while a bright red blush colored their cheeks. Obviously, they accepted eachother's feelings and began to date, but not even that made them stop blushing as hard as they were blushing.

[thelazyenvironmentalist]

So Now I’m Back, From Outer Space

(Kidding, but I did go to The Kennedy Space Centre and I’m obsessed.)

I stopped writing this blog over a year ago. The last two posts here weren’t even originally written for this page, but were op-eds for the school paper that I’d written, once I’d returned to university to finish my undergrad. You see, I’d left school for two years -- largely as a result of being able to reckon with what it meant to study at an institution that cared so little for my future, and that of my fellow students. 

(For a backstory you can control+F��“Divestment” and skim any number of pieces I’d vomited forth whilst desperate/angry/disillusioned with the lack of action said institution was taking on climate change.)

There are a myriad of reasons (is this the correct way to use “myriad”?) why I stopped writing as “The Lazy Environmentalist”. Not least among them was that, for a while, I wasn’t sure if I should be speaking up at all -- even if it was just to an audience of a casual dozen. As douchey and self-righteous as it sounds (is) I refer to myself as a climate justice activist or organizer, and a couple years back, I realized I was showing up to climate justice spaces in a pretty shitty way. I figured because I wanted to be there that I should be there. I thought that because I wanted to speak up that I should speak up-- somehow not realizing that my being there meant that I was taking the place of someone else, or that in speaking up I was speaking over other voices. I needed to learn to be quiet. Not silent necessarily, not absent by any means, but simply more aware of my surroundings-- who was missing because I was taking their space, who wasn’t being heard, because I’m so fucking noisy. 

In this way, it was good that I took a break from writing for a little while, because it helped me to see that sometimes (most of the time) my voice isn’t the one that needs to be heard-- especially when it comes to discussions regarding climate change and climate justice. 

I also need to acknowledge that because this whole exercise is largely self-indulgent, when I stopped writing I was really just letting myself off the hook. This blog, like it says in that gross yellow font at the top of the page, exists so I can hold myself to account, and that still rings true. Did I pull out my laptop in a frenzy tonight because I’ve decided that I once again need to stuff my trash in a mason jar and make my mom feel bad for taking me to restaurants that send home leftovers in styrofoam? No-- behaving like that was pointless at best, and harmful otherwise. Me toting around my trash in an instagrammable jar does nothing to reduce the amount of plastic choking a baby Laysan Albatross, and my saint of a mother doesn’t need to carry the guilt of the lack of plastic materials regulation around on her shoulders simply because I don’t feel like finishing my zimarika at our favourite Greek restaurant. 

No. When I say this blog exists to hold me to account I mean that the act of writing is one of the best things I can do when it comes to working against the forces driving climate change. Not because anyone reads this-- we’ve already established no one save my big sister (hey, Kayla) does-- but because its through writing that I force myself to sit with my thoughts and digest the literal constant deluge of terrible news about human-inflicted damage on the planet and all of its inhabitants. When I stopped writing I gave myself permission to be intellectually lazy (not cute, contrary to my chosen moniker). When I say I’ve been in a cognitive fog the last few years I’m not even being that obnoxiously hyperbolic-- I honestly feel like I’ve retreated into a world of podcasts and quickly skimmed news articles-- I’ve eschewed my own ideas and feelings because when things are as desperately, existentially terrifying as they are in the year of our lord (lol, there is no God) 2019, its easier to let someone else, someone smarter, tell you what to feel, what to worry about, and how to think. I think when I opened my laptop 21 minutes ago it was on a whim that maybe thats not what’s best for me anymore. I think if I want to devote my time, my brain, my heart to saving what I can of my home that I need to push myself to dig a little deeper into the recesses of the ole’ lobes (ew?) and try to figure out why I’m here, doing this fucking work in the first place, and also what I fucking mean when I say “this work”. “This work” sounds vague and self-aggrandizing and I’m in a time of my life where I think I need specifics and tangibilities. 

Finally, I stopped writing as “The Lazy Environmentalist” because I wasn’t sure . if that’s who I was anymore. I’m definitely a fucking lazy individual-- even at this moment I’m lying in bed at a somewhat cramped and awkward angle because I can’t be bothered to shift myself into a seated position (lol @ the misfortune of my neck). However, I don’t like the idea of letting myself take the easy way out because I’ve accepted that I am fundamentally a lazy person. Is my aversion to accepting my habitual sluggishness perhaps rooted in questionable puritanical christian societal values? Like, ya probably. Does that mean that it’s a good thing to watch 6 hours of Criminal Minds and tell myself that its okay to buy that dress from Zara because there’s no such thing as ethical consumption under capitalism, so fuck it? No. Obviously. Criminal Minds is gross (though Reid is still hella cute) and fast fashion is terrible for both people and planet (so props to me for actually putting that dress back on the rack last week even though I didn’t look terrible in it and honestly I could use another shapeless sack in my wardrobe).  

As for the “Environmentalist” part of “The Lazy Environmentalist”I also feel more than a little weird about that too. The term is fucking loaded, and carries a lot of terrible history with it. The environmental movement has and still does a really god-awful job of caring about people (despite people being animals - woah who’s really eschewing anthropocentrism now, Tim*?!) But for real, forgetting the fact that from the purely cold, calculating, strategic reality that we can’t save the planet unless we have more people on board with the concept, and that we can’t do that effectively if we don’t speak to those in marginalized communities (those always most at risk to climate catastrophe) environmentalism has been not only ineffective and alienating for a fuck-ton of people over the decades-- environmentalists have been intensely harmful to people -- there are still environmentalists who think the best use of our time is to devastate Northern Communities by rallying against the seal hunt, and pushing veganism in communities that it simply doesn’t make sense for from a cultural/historical/geographic standpoint. Old school preservationist environmentalism is based in super gross settler ideas of manifest destiny, and protecting an “untouched” wilderness, ignoring the fact that Inuit, Anishnaabe, Mi’kmaq, Tsleil-Waututh, Cree, and hundreds of other Indigenous Nations lived QUITE HARMONIOUSLY on this land for EONS (and still do) before we settlers got here, thought of ourselves as separate from the land, parcelled it up, sold it off, decided to ~protect~ a fraction because God said so or whatever, and generally started fucking shit up. 

So yeah, the term Environmentalist kind of makes me feel uneasy, as it should,  because it carries with it a history of violence-- a history that is still being perpetuated today. 

That being said, the term environmentalist also makes me think of my Grandma (cute, right?) I don’t necessarily think she would have considered herself an environmentalist, but she was the single most compassionate, loving person I’ve ever known, and yes I idolize her and hold her to a standard that no one else will ever meet but that’s okay, because she was my Grandma and I’m supposed to think she was perfect and magic. I mention my Grandma (her name was Lecetta) because she’s who made my into a little lazy environmentalist. She took me on trips to see Manatee rehab centres in Florida, walks through the Carolinian forest near her house, and swimming in Lake Huron. On the days we were inside we watched PBS nature documentaries and read books about wildlife in North America and on Saturday mornings she’d sit with me as I sobbed during WWF infomercials in what I realize now was a pretty weird weekly self-flagellation ritual. What I’m trying to say with this bizarre tangent is that the term “environmentalist” still holds some pretty earnest intention for me, and I’m remiss to entirely abandon the roots of what compels me to defend our home. 

So, circling back to what I’d initially tried to start saying with this post- I think I’m going to start writing here again. I think I’m going to see if this helps me be the sort of person I want to be: the still sometimes lazy, but still earnest environmentalist- trying to figure out what my place is- in the movement, in my community, on the planet, and simply within myself. 

*There’s no one named Tim

[impalaanddemons]

Q Vadis

A/N: I have been watching way too much TNG in the last two weeks and was pretty disappointed with the amount of Q fanfic. So. Io and behold. Here we go. I don’t know if I’ll continue this, but this part was a lot of fun to write and I’ll probably do a second part. I’m still getting a hang of the characters, bear with me!

Story: Reader is a Lieutenant on Picards Enterprise - and happens to run into a certain chaotic god-like entity when she just tries to start her shift. She gets a stern lecture and a surprise visit. Local superbeings noticing you admiring their looks might notice.

Words: 2000ish

Q x Reader

You weren’t thinking of anything special that day as you headed over to the bridge - the past few weeks on the Enterprise had been calm and without much action. The crew had visited a planet, collected samples of early plant life, some amazing fungi. No sapient life though, but topped off with long evenings at ten forward. It was nice, a bit boring and absolutely uneventful, which in sum made up for a very happy Captain Picard and therefor a happy crew. You’d take over astronavigation for the next few days, with Ensign Wes being ill and confined to his bed until further notice. Not that there was much to do right now. It was simply duty. Thus was your mind pre-occupied with idle thoughts of nothing in particular, when the turbo lift stopped and opened it’s doors to the bridge for you. “Lieutenant…”, you began to signal your appearance on the bridge but stopped as soon as you took in the scene unfolding before you.

For a moment your thoughts unfolded in an unorderly manner while you tried to assess everything at once:

At first you noticed Captain Picards strained voice. The kind of strain that made people happy to stay far away from his ready room, or the bridge. And usually for good measure - he was the kind of stern, friendly father you never wanted to see really upset. Next you noticed a certain angry excitement that had everyone up on their feet, shuffling around, their faces - as far as you could see them - expressing varying degrees of irritation. And then you noticed, at the center of all that attention, a tall man - at least two heads taller then most of the crew, his hair in short black curls. He wore a captains uniform - all black and red and very very suiting. You felt a smile creep on your face. Cocking your head lightly, it took you a moment to rip yourself from your temporary admiration of the figure before you Maybe I can get a transfer to THAT ship. Snapping back to attention had you noticed a couple of things that had escaped you until now: For one, your captain had stopped talking angrily and had turned around to you. You saluted quickly and wiped that stupid grin from your face pressing your lips into a firm line. Well, so much for being subtle. Huh. “Lieutenant Y/N, reporting back to the bridge, Sir. I didn’t know we had a guest on board. There was no information about another ship.” - “Thats because there is no other ship”, Picard stated matter of factly, “And he is no captain.”

“Oh, mon capitaine”, the tall figure pouted and put his hand in a motion of false hurt on his chest with more unnecessary bravado then you had ever seen. His voice though… His eyes turned from picard to you, a curious glint in his eyes. With a snap of his fingers he vanished and reappeared just centimeters from you - leaning with one arm against the turbo lift door and looming over you, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m afraid dear Jean-Luc”, there was an exquisite sarcasm as he spoke your captains first name - it was outrageous, really, “is not very fond of me.”. “Leave her alone, Q. She has nothing to do with this.” The person called Q turned half around, without letting go of the door, to face Picard. “See, I’m JUST trying to have a civil conversation. Didn’t you just say I know nothing of your species?” He clicked with his tongue at that and shook his head, a perfect display of disappointment. “Now, my love.”, he continued, turning back to you and producing an excited smile. “Since your dear captain does not wish to see poor moi anymore today, we will discuss…” he paused for a split second, searching your face curiously, “… We will discuss your wonderful entrance later.” and with another snap of his fingers he vanished and where he had been, only the rest of the bridge crew was left. “Lieutenant“, that was your Captains voice and he sounded more stern then usual. „To my ready room, please. Counselor Troi, Commander Riker, please follow me as well. Commander Data, you are in command.“ Oh shit. „Aye, Sir.“

Deannas reassuring smile was what kept you from freaking out. You had nothing done wrong, had you? „Sit down“, Picard said and sat down first, everyone followed him doing so after that. Riker was smirking, but he did that a lot, so nothing to worry about. Yet. „Sir,“ you began, figuring that perhaps a forward attack was your best chance. „Have I.. done something wrong? I didn’t want to interfere, just attend to my du-„ Your captain waved his hand, cutting you short. „You did nothing wrong, Lieutenant. But I felt it was necessary to explain to you the situation at hand.“ Riker and Troi exchanged a look. „Sir?“ you asked looking nonpluzzed. „He calls himself Q.“ Picard began, leaning back. The memory alone stiffened his expression and he folded his hands in front of him. „As far as we know he is an entity that regards itself omnipotent.“ Troi eyed you curiously and then continued in place of the captain: „Our experience with him so far confirms his statement. He seems not … malevolent.“, which garnered her a pointed look from the Captain, „but … chaotic. He seems fond of games and only concerned with his own interests.“ „It is best we have him interfere with us as less as possible.“ finished the Captain, folding his hands front of him. You nodded, still confused as to how that pertained to you. „Sir, I have one question though…“ you began carefully. „How does this relate to .. me?“ Riker chuckled. „He seemed interested in your appearance on the bridge.“ Heat spread over your cheeks and Troi was now grinning alongside Riker. Even Picard had to withhold a smile that tucked visibly at the corner of his mouth - though the expression vanished as fast as it’s shadow had crossed the captains face. „Last time he was particularly interested in Commander Riker. You weren’t on board back then.“ „Ugly business, Lieutenant Y/N“ „Yes“, Picard stretched the word and his eyes looked at you with equal parts stern captain and worried father. „I want to remind you that if he seeks you out, you must remember that he is immensely powerful, chaotic. The purpose of his actions eludes us.“ You nodded, a dim feeling spreading through your chest. „Understood, Captain.“ „If he engages you, you are to tell me immediately. Understood?“ „Aye, Sir. Understood."

Afterwards you were released from the Captains ready room - accompanied by Trois sympathetic smile, as she probably felt exactly how confused you were about what had happened. But there was no more mention of this early Alphas events and you were happy to occupy yourself with the Enterprises telemetric systems. Since Alpha was not your usual shift, end of shift kinda caught you by surprise - though not an unpleasant one - and you went on to have dinner, work out, get an alcohol-free drink at ten forward as well as dessert to your dinner and then head over to your quarters to spent some time alone. Guinan offered some very good drinks, but you felt that you wanted a clear head tonight. Besides, the last few weeks were filled with one party too many. Pulaski had some serious lectures about extended drinking (and drinking games in particular) and Captain Picard would never tolerate the discipline of his crew deteriorating. Sighing and rubbing the bridge of your nose you entered your quarters, door sliding shut behind you. You threw your uniform jacket on the bed and stretched slowly, hands over your head, your joints snapping. „Ew, that’s awful.“ „WHAT THE -„ you yelled and jumped upwards, like a frightened cat, just not as graceful, then hastily turning around to see the foreign captain leaning on the wall next to your door. He pulled a disgusted face. „Really, was that necessary? You should let someone have a  look at those joints, in fact …“ he lifted his right hand, pressing the tip of his thumb and his middle finger at each other. „I could do that for you. As a gift. It’s no problem for me, fixing your archaic biology.“ You stood there - your mouth open and your brain hastily correcting your first thoughts: No, not a captain. Omnipotent. Dangerous. Some sort of god-entity. „No.“ your voice was pressed. „No? I’m starting to feel that my generosity is wasted on your species.“ „I’m sorry“, you answered, your retort more of a puzzled reflex then a heartfelt apology. You managed to collect yourself to answer: „These are my quarters.“ „Well,“ he quipped his eyebrows,“I do hope so. Otherwise we’d be trespassing!“ „Yes. I mean. No. I mean.“ you took a deep breath before you continued. „You’re in my quarters. Why.“ „Ohhhhh“, he stretched the word and pushed himself off of the wall, strolling lazily into your direction. „Yes, that’s right of course, ma chère. Good old Jean-Luc always gets so irritated with my presence.“ he scoffed, rolling his eyes „Seized my ship, psh.“, he mumbled to know one in particular, then returning his beaming smile back to you. „I thought I’d pay you a personal visit. This ship really is home to some fascinating primates“, continued the being and his tall figure stopped right in front of you, locking eyes with you. „Especially with that really interesting entrance back then.“ It was hard not feeling intimidated. You noticed that his eyes were dark with what looked like a hint of gold. Maybe it was the light in your room, maybe it was just a trick of your mind, maybe just your nerves. Your breath caught for a second. He was perhaps an obnoxious omnipotent - dangerous and sly, untrustworthy - but dear god it took all your composure to keep your knees from shaking and your breath steady. „Isn’t there a more interesting species for you to pest.. Q?“ He huffed and lifted a hand. „None that’s as interested in me as you are, archaic little thing.“, he answered and grinned at that. Lifting his hand further he gently touched the bare skin at your shoulder, just an inch over where your uniform ended. At first there was just the touch itself - a soft fingertip on soft skin. Then there was an electric quality to it. Like the soft buzz you felt in the air just before a thunder storm hit. You felt it in the muscle beneath your skin and deeper than that, a tingle that rose goose bumps on your skin and made you shudder involuntarily. „What are you doing?“ you asked, but the question sounded neither as self assured, nor as demanding as you had intended. It was a mere whisper. He leaned even closer before answering:
„Spoiled you for a mortals touch.“

His suddenly sultry voice was a soft purr - gentle and affectionate. But his eyes - his eyes were those of a predator prowling wounded prey, lazily taking one step after another, assured of a prize that offered itself up to him, perhaps without knowing so. His face was so close to your neck and ear now that you could feel heat emanating from his skin, and that heat colored your own cheeks crimson red before you even knew what had happened. There was a burning, tingling sensation where he had touched you just seconds before - stray electrons twitching gently over that small part of bare skin, muscles spasm with anticipation and memory. “Imagine”, he whispered. And then he stepped to the side, to watch you like a piece of art he had just finished and a wolvish, smug grin spread over his face. “Enchaté”, he murmured and with a snap of his fingers, a white flash, he was gone and you were again alone in your room, the silence of the walls pressing down on you. Only then did you remember to breath again and exhaled slowly.

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[deadlyswarm]

Family is more than blood Ch 5

After having fun around Snowden, Sans helped Frisk prepare for her first day of school. Alphys provided a small phone that only had his and Papyrus’ number. Papyrus made sure to find out and obtain everything Frisk would need for a perfect first day, including a new home made winter coat that looked like a pink and blue version of Sans’ coat, and a matching scarf. The school was a little ways off from Snowden town, but that was no problem for Sans. Once he and his child arrived at the school,Sans held Frisk’s hand as they walked to the classroom. Sans playfully ruffled her hair.

“alright kiddo, here’s your stop.” He said as he knelt down to Frisk’s level and gave her a hug.

“Love you daddy!”

“love you too babybones, now go show those teachers what you got.” and with that Frisk grinned and entered the room. Now that Frisk was in school, Sans went about his time lazing about whilst Papyrus prepared Frisk’s new bedroom after a long time of trying to keep her away from the area.

Frisk walked up to a desk and sat down, answered roll call, all in all the day went well. That is until a few older monster children walked up to Frisk during recess.

“Hey Freak!” a snowdrake had yelled  Frisk turned around

“Why would you call me that? That's...not very nice.”  the snowdrake laughed.

“Duh that's the point.” an icecap stepped forward.

“Yeah! You’re not a monster, you’re one of those humans! You don't belong here!” The child then spit at Frisk, causing her to back up , face wrinkling with disgust.

“Ew what the heck? What did I do?”  The snowdrake pulled his mouth into a snarl

“Everyone knows that humans are evil! They kill monsters just for fun! I bet you’re just biiiiding your time.” Frisk was near tears.

“I am not evil.”

“Oh what are you gonna cry now? Hah, hey Snowdrake let's teach this human a lesson” Icecap jeered.

“Yeah, let's!” The monsters shot ice magic, hitting frisk and taking some of thier hp. It hurt. Frisk backed away crying.

“S-Stop it! That really hurt!”

“Oh yeah? There's more where that came from you evil human!” Snowdrake said as he and icecap made a small volley of magic bullets. Frisk booked it, the kids chased after her all the way across the Snowden area. They continued to chase Frisk as she moved past the puzzles and past her dad’s guard station, she was close to the door! She could hear the kids yelling and cackling, continuing the chase as they knew this path was a dead end. Frisk continued to run towards the door, dodging stray bullets that flew past her , shot from afar. Frisk began to bang on the door as hard as she could.

“Door lady! Door lady! I need help, let me in, please!” She hoped that the door lady was actually there, and was relieved when she heard a gasp.

“Frisk? You are supposed to be at school, why are you all the way out here?” The sounds of the bullies got closer.

“S-Some kids, they started attacking me! They keep calling me an evil human and they want to hurt me!” Frisk needed to utter no more words as the door opened and she was pulled inside by a warm, fur covered hand. The door shut behind her as Frisk beheld the sight of the door lady. She was a tall goat like monster, like king Asgore. Toriel knelt to Frisk’s level.

“Are you hurt my child?”

“T-Th ey hit me with magic attacks….it really hurt…”

“I see, I can make you feel a little better.” as she said this, green magic surrounded her hands, and Frisk felt the pain subside.

“Wooooah, what ,magic was that?”

“Green magic my child, now let us go upstairs, I have some left over pie that i simply could not eat by myself! Tell me, do you prefer cinnamon or butterscotch?” Frisk thought for a minute

“Hmmmmm, butterscotch, but cinnamon is nice too!”

“I see, then you may enjoy this little snack.” Toriel led Frisk up the stairs and into the living room, inviting them to have a seat. Frisk nodded and crawled into Toriel’s reading chair, it was comfy and a little bouncy. It took some restraint to stop from bouncing herself up and down on it. Toriel came out with a warm slice of pie and a fork.

“Here you are my child.”

“Thank you.” Frisk took a bite and suddenly warmth and comfort flooded her senses. It was like being wrapped in her safety blanket at home.

“Wow, your food is different from uncle Pappy’s or Daddy’s.”

“How so?” Toriel inquired

“Well, uncle Pappy’s food always wakes me up, but for some reason whenever Daddy makes food, even if it's the same thing Pappy made, it felt different. I started to get sleepy and relaxed. Yours is like….a warm hug?” Toriel smiled

“Ah yes. When monsters make food, some of their magic goes into it. Your father is indeed very relaxed so when he makes food, some of that rubs off on the food as well.”

“Oh, thats neat! Um ,so what’s your name? It's not actually door lady is it?” Toriel let out a soft laugh.

“Oh my, how rude of me! My name is Toriel, though you can call me Tori if you wish.” Frisk had immediately thought of a joke.

“Hmmm, i guess that made your Identity a miss-tori!” Toriel held her stomach as she laughed, this child truly had a gift.

“That was a beautiful joke my child! Im sure your father would be proud!”

“Hehehe thank you!”

“And speaking of your father do you perhaps have his number? I am certain the school has called about you disappearing and may be worried.” Frisk nodded and pulled out her phone. The way Alphys designed it, all she had to do was hit one button, and it called Sans. After a couple of rings, he picked up.

“kiddo? Whats goin on? The teachers said you disappeared from school, where are you?” Frisk really did not like the worry that was in her dad’s voice.

:”Some mean monster kids attacked me, calling me an evil human...they used magic and it really hurt. I-I just wanted to get away from them but they kept chasing me! So I went over to the Ruins and the lady here let me in! Oh! And her name is Toriel!”

Sans was reeling from what Frisk told him, however he recovered and teleported to the door and spoke again.

“alright kiddo, im outside the door, could uh, toriel let me in?” Toriel did in fact hear this and went to bring him inside. As the two walked through the hall they began to chat.

“heh, well this is certainly a way to meet face to face, the name’s sans by the way.” The goat monster smiled

“It is indeed quite a start, your child is certainly well mannered! They even made their own pun!” Sans’ eyes turned into stars, and Toriel had to hold back her reaction to the site. It was simply wonderful to see.

“wait what? Oh man i gotta hear this, heh, looks like it's time to catch a flight, eh tori?” he wasn’t too sure why he said that, but either she would correct him or he could roll with it.

“It would seem so!” she replied with a small chuckle “ We really should take the flight STEP by STEP, yes?”

“pffffff nice one.” Sans and Toriel Reached the top of the stairs and made their way into the living room. Upon seeing her dad, Frisk put down the plate and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Daddy!” Sans wrapped his arms around her

“hey there kiddo, you still hurt?”

“No, Tori healed me with green magic! It was really cool, and then she let me have some pie while I called you.”

“well that ways very ‘sweet’ of her eh?” Frisk giggled.

“she also tells me you came up with a pun all by yourself, what was it?” Sans said looking at his child with his grin a little wider. Frisk’s eyes widened as she remembered her joke.

“Oh! Well miss Toriel said that it was okay to call her Tori, so I said that her identity must have been a miss-tori!” Sans’ eyes turned into stars as he laughed.

“k-kid, that was amazing oh my god. i’m so proud!” Frisk laughed  along with her father and Toriel had wished she still had a camera. Once they were done laughing, Sans spoke

“a’ight, i think now’s a good time to head home. gonna be sure to pay the school and the kids parents a visit too.” As he said this he had turned from Frisk to Toriel’s direction, she noticed that the lights in his eyes were gone as he mentioned that. The eye lights blinked back into existence as he looked back to Toriel.

“oh and uh, would it be cool to stop by and visit? since we kinda wound up meeting face to face anyway?” Toriel smiled.

“Well, you and Frisk are certainly welcome here, though I doubt I will be heading outside of the Ruins any time soon. Oh! And should you need to, I would not mind babysitting them now and then! There are a few good places for children to play here as well, and none of the monsters will be of any threat to the child.”

Sans shrugged “ sounds good to me, whaddya think kiddo?”

Frisk huffed “That sounds fun, but im not a baby!” Toriel laughed once more as Sans ruffled Frisk’s hair with a grin.

“well you’re always gonna be my lil babybones kid, that's just how it is.” Frisk performed her best, most  Papyrus-ish sigh with a smile, and bid goodbye to Toriel, wondering when they might start seeing more of the ruins.

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

ah i almsot forgot: warning, the following has mainly snarky opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

and we’re back to our scheduled programming

time to be rendered unconscious against your will you lil shit

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“i hardly think anyone could pass out from eating something like this”

clearly you dont know what world youre living in, Sadmad.

...also he... might be allergic, guys. ever thought of that? 

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yes, EAT! EAT OR WE WILL HARASS YOU, POSSIBLY INNOCENT BYSTANDER!!! YOU THINK YOU HAVE RIGHTS???? CRAM THAT SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT BEFORE I DO!!!!

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...uh;

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FIVE IS NOT AN OCCUPATION!!! EAT ANOTHER BUN AS PUNISHMENT!!!! REGRESS FURTHER!!!! HFKJGU;SUUSRSO 

coping jokes aside holy shit 

don’t hurt this tiny boy!!!

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i hope you all feel guilty for being such pricks.

look at him. he's curled up under his jacket like a traumatized baby 

at least this personality... sort of aligns with how DID is supposed to work? But now i just feel even worse. Someone get that kid a teddy and a juice-box, stat!

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“Its clear that none of his personalities could be the killer!”

A) one of the three could still be lying

B) there’s four so far, what’s to discount a fifth? triggered by... i dunno, a reefer brownie.

C) I'm actually glad he's not the killer anyway just wanted to point out the possibilities youre discounting there

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i love that theyre playing the goofy X people music for a traumatized five year old who witnessed a horrific murder of a loved one.

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“I believe the person who laid the cards out is the very person who killed the victim” WELL.... DOY.

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“How quickly you move onto a new theory when your old theory proves false!”

WELL.......... DOY

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I love that theyre all just yelling and screaming about murder while the tiny child cowers behind the bench

hello??? anybody with compassion anywhere? maybe in the gallery? a bailiff? anybody???

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“his emotions are spiralling out of control! something must have really frightening him”

maybe 

THE FUCKING MURDER????

athena youre a psychologist; dont you know anything about calming people down or at least putting them at ease? youre gonna put scars on this kid’s scars!

i mean at least Cody Hackins was fairly fearless and defiant about what happened to him and only really broke down once it dawned on him what he’d actually seen. Owen is clearly very, very upset.

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i passed out *image promptly closes eyes*

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“poor kid, he's absolutely terrified of something”

KDJFKLDGDGL

“whatever it is, it might be the root of his out of control emotions!”

DSHFA;SLGHOHSO GIRSHG’ 

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“see, all we got out of this boy is a tale he dreamt up”

fuck off sadmad

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(sigh) Owen’s on his side, Shisho’s laying down, just get to it already

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“rotating your thinking about?”

“oh! you mean turning your thinking around!”

“yeah, whatever...”

(SNERK)

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“like the forehead, perhaps”

is that... just a random location or is it actually going to come true

also, back at the office, Apollo winces and he can’t figure out why

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oh yeah its definitely gonna come back.

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WHOA; OK, MANHANDLING 

MANHANDLING, NOT GOOD

STEP AWAY FROM THE ATTORNEY, BLACKQUILL

yeah just fucking manhandle the stressed out anxious girl. you piece of shit.  i knew me being your friend wouldn’t fuckin last.

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“MOTIVE, OPPORTUNITY, EVIDENCE??? IS THAT ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE YOU STOP BELIEVING IT YOUR CLIENT?!”

to be fuckin fair, cuckoo, thats usually what loses most cases.

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would phoenix manhandle athena?? would he berate her and shake her into doing her best?? i highly doubt it.

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“prosecutor blackquill was just giving me a pep talk, thats all!”

athena thats unhealthy

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legitimately simon’s been nothing but unpleasant this entire time. its fun to watch him wreck sadmad’s shit but he needs to keep the hell away from athena. whatever protective, elder-brotherly instincts he had for her in DD seem to have stayed in DD.

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man I'm looking back at my previous commentary and i was. i was just so optimistic. how foolish. franziska, bring down your lash upon this foolishly foolish fool.

atcuall dont i bruise like a peach

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jeez now I'm imagining Super Dad™ Phoenix Wright cross examining Owen with Athena instead and it’s melting my cold, hard heart

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“unfortunately, i spy nothing of the sort”

again Sadmad acts like if he doesn't see the answer, then it’s nonexistent 

not very monk-y of you, Sadmad.

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gotta admit, i love this unique murder weapon

ive actually nearly suffocated under soft, cold, gloopy stuff and lemme tell you, its not fun.

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...i love that simon took that logic-attack for us 

maybe the animators just wanted to play his OH SHIT animation again 

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i know it looks like i pick on everything but in fact i edit these down. sometimes i take out whole statements because i rationalize them and realize that theyre actually plausible and i let them slide. so just, y’know. if you think I'm just blindly going at it, i am actually giving this game the benefit of the doubt. you just dont see it.

...if you read these

...uh

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they used the pre-prepped noodles in the fridge. c’mon guys, as athena would say: Andale!

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“perhaps the victim was simply playing with the cards, and they hold no other meaning”

oh NOW THEY COULD BE UNRELATED TO THE CASE

OF COURSE, NOW THAT IT’S CONVENIENT TO YOU

you sack’a shit

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nice cliffhanger, kid.

Oh well; I’m partially glad that the poor lil guy can get a rest, and partially upset that his last two surfaces put him through intense anguish. maybe get Uendo drunk and go to the theatre or something, guys. poor baby could use a pick-me-up.

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n no–– rise from the ashes flashbacks–– RISE FROM THE ASHES FLASHBACKS

THE LUNCHBOXES

SO MANY LUNCHBOXES

AAAAAHHHHhhhhi gotta give bucky a hand; being drunk and riding a skateboard while supporting a tower of bentos isn’t an easy feat

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ew slurping 

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and simon extends his douchiness to the guys he's even shafting Athena for.

just, fuckin, lighten the fuck UP simon, CHRIST

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TIDDIES

seriously tho; we haven’t had a proper boob joke in ages. actually Geiru kinda reminds me of April May...

 Meanwhile we’ve had several testicle references, a drunk guy, and the bloodiest overarching plot the series has ever had. I think we’ve left Ace behind and graduated to Edge Attorney

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 to be fair the judge could totally be talking about her actual rubber balloons, considering his childlike personality at times. so maybe ITS YOU, SADMAD, WHO’S THE VULGAR ONE!

GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER!!

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bloooon. i think Drifloon says that, too. Is that a japenese onomatopoeia or something? 

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ooh he sadMad

heh

i guess its up to simon’s brilliant mind tricks to save us again..?

...yehhhh i knew it

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...huh. didnt expect that. impressive use of air...sword... skill. 

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IM NOT A KOORAHEENIST, SHE’S NOT GONNA HEAR ME ANYWAY.

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i know what theyre building up and yes, i am super excited to see all those balloons pop

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...i gotta ask tho, why does Athena think those balloon animals are bad?? theyre extremely intricate and they look a lot more like the thing she promised than most of the ones ive seen.

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aw no the cake disappeared. i want a huge explosion at the end!!

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“I’ma cut ya, witch!”

...

.....

........

i uh, i have to um,,,,,,, go now

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SHES GONNA CUT OFF A TIT

GIRD YERSELF ATHENA

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me, into my DS mic: HOLD IT. Hold IT. Hold it. hold it... hold it... bold it

athena; HOLD IT 

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simon: athena youre stupid do something. I'm not helping you.

simon: this time I'm going to do something, but god forbid you dont run with it

i dont think we’ve ever had a co counsel add something to the testimony for us before. we’ve had them hint at answers and interrupt trials to get us out of tight spots, but never directly ordering something like that. Guess that proves just how highly BK thinks of Athena’s abilities......

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ooh the cakes back and there was a pop

im super ready for this

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shit thats a strong balloon. i wouldn’t advice biting very thing plastic...

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............

the... fuck???

sadmad: here is what will prove that Geiru IS NOT the murderer!

(geiru reveals buckwheat allergy and ACUAL RED HAND)

how the fuck does that help your case, Sadmad?? We know that the killer used the dough to kill the master by suffocating him with it. Pointing out that she came into contact with the dough, WITH HER HANDS, IS PROVING SHE DID IT.

YOU JUST GOT HER CAUGHT LITERALLY RED-HANDED.

HOW DOES THIS HELP YOUR CASE??????

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ok well apparently she could die just by being in the room but if we look at how badly her hand has reacted, and is still reacting, Geiru should probably have at least some difficulty talking if “breathing in the flour” was dangerous. If her hand reacted that badly from minor contact, her throat should be shut like a steel trap. what I'm saying is, she’s probably lying about the severity.

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“As if I would do anything so underhanded”

oh sad-‘trigger my enemies into yielding’-mad, youre hilarious 

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y’know i just realized, it is a little insensitive of Taifu to make/buy/keep soba around the place. if Geiru is this deadly allergic, he’s risking killing her simply because he can’t give up his precious noodles. thats like living with someone with a deadly peanut allergy and being all “can’t get enough of my PBnJ!!”

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its time for

Off!

Brand!

Logic!!!!

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oh. its not. ...ok

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hang on didnt she say the dough was udon already, or am i misremembering? if she did and everyone just forgot, thats a little sad.

anyway, i guess thats... an alright twist. i still say that saying your witness is allergic to something and showing a reaction on the body part associated with the murder is stupid thing to do.

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“dont lose your nerve now. keep charging forward or you'll feel my blade at your back”

I'm just gonna let that speak for itself.

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ah THERES the off brand logic. and we’re finally gonna talk about those fucking noodles in the fridge. its been a long time coming.

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i like that ‘ramen’ is a third choice every time

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that was a pretty involved murder. “alright, kill the old man, hmm hmm... make a dish that i’m deathly allergic to to throw of the scent; just gotta get the cooking! make sure Uendo doesn’t wake up and catch me in the act~~ get rid of the dough in a way that is probably time consuming, lalala~ and there! Blooooon, the perfect crime!”

how much time did she have??

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also how much blood did she lose form that knick on her forehead? if its enough to permeate an entire clump of dough, she should probably need a transfusion.

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simon: dog pun. have you figured out the twist yet???? DOG PUN, BY THE WAY. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

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all the balloons are there. its time.

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seriously, thats gotta be a lot of blood. I'm getting Gingerdead Man flashbacks.

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“i wanna thank you, simon. without your constant abuse, i wouldn’t have been scared enough to succeed for fear of what would happen if i failed!”

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...its a bit premature for breakdown animations; the police haven't gotten back to us about the dough...

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...i didnt like this balloon explosion as much as i thought i was going to. this is kinda just... uncomfortable.

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you know, she shouldn’t have resorted to murder or blaming the crime on an innocent, but I feel like Taifu should’ve.... I dunno, either Trained her properly or let her down easy instead of forcing her to be a sexy balloon clown.

It’s clear she really, really wanted to succeed her father’s name, (which I'm a little confused about; was he one of Taifu’s students? What is Uendo’s real name then? what is any of their real names...) so I’m sure that if she just practiced enough, she’d probably be able to do what she needed to get to that level of entertainment. And if she couldn’t, letting her down easy and encouraging her to find something she actually liked instead of making her do... um... balloons would probably be a whole lot less nasty.

also wtf uendo; what did whet ever do to you

man all of these people were kind of dicks. except bucky. the guy who came to his trial drunk.

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Sadmad: Hmm.... upon further deliberation... seeing as you won... I believe I shall afford you a basic sense of human respect.................. 

Athena: thats all I ask, prosecutor sadmahdi!

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heyy he’s sobered up! or should I say... SOBA’D UP AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH but seriously i don’t think they’ve said drunk or hungover once in this entire case what the fu

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“no way... i almost got convicted out of convenience?” you, larry butz, maggey byrde and a shit tonne of other characters in the series. its actually a fairly common occurrence.

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“he didn’t give her the name because he wanted geiru to find her own calling in life...”

...you know. after foisting a sexy balloon routine on her. to encourage her to quite entertainment. 

obviously Taifu was using the Simon Blackquill approach to encouragement.

“making udon was his way of showing his support of her in her new endeavour”

...what does that... mean

“oh, i’ll make safe dough instead of the stuff THAT KILLS HER to prove that i support her!”

genius

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“So this entire situation happened because of a misunderstanding? How sad...”

i think you mean,,, hhhh

i hate misunderstanding plots so so much

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this entire case is just “he was being an asshole to ENCOURAGE you, see!! now you HAVE to forgive him!!”

newsflash: no i dont. you know what works better than fear tactics, threats and coercion? 

BEING ACTUALLY SUPPORTIVE

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“he probably used some tough love on you so that the shop wouldn’t just go belly up”

I SAID SUPPORTIVE. ARE YOU DEAF???

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see? athena is being a little misguided but at least she's using a positive -food- to try to accomplish something.

“i’ll make sure its got all the TLC Master Toneido would’ve packed in it, too!”

you got it! one ice-cold, bitter, al-dente bowl with a side of vinegar, comin’ right up!

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no athena!! brand loyalty!! mr eldoon will never forgive you!!!

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“do us all proud, bucky”

or else

(flashes air sword)

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Athena: I wonder if this gave me any experience as a lawyer...

Simon: HAHA WRONG, IF I HADN’T BEEN THERE YOU’D HAVE HAD THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF YOU. YOU SUCK, ATHENA, AND YOU DO EVERYTHING WRONG. FUCK YOU~!

see what annoys me about this is that when I first played Athena, I had some issues with her being too inexperienced to be a proper lawyer, especially with her court-related PTSD which could seriously endanger her clients.

However... Why are they bringing up her lack of experience in the one case (it’s not even a full case) in a game that isn’t even about her? And ignoring all the progress she made in Dual Destinies?

The way they’re talking about it is as if theyre setting up some kind of sequel; ‘you need to improve athena, you need to practice’. Which would have been all well and good for one of the cases in the first run of her own game... but Athena has been and continues to be a side character to Apollo and Phoenix. Rather than this moment coming at a crucial moment in her own game, it comes out of nowhere during a case she got last minute, couldn’t have prepared for, and is abused throughout.

what I'm saying is, the ghosts of DD past has come to haunt us. They introduced Athena too early and are bungling up her character development. Lawyers need a full set of games to let them grow. Just make an actual Apollo Justice 2 or Athena Cykes 1, but don’t insult us by pretending that this five minute shit actually did either of them justice.

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Simon: I hope you stay shitty so that I can always win

brilliant.

you know, usually when a character is jerk with a heart of gold, that ‘heart of gold’ thing is supposed to show up at the end.

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i was going to ignore the horrible joke but then Widget said “ROTFL”

what a... great way to end this....... great case

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and so we close this one off, and for a case about tasty food, it sure left a bitter taste in my mouth. 

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 10

THE 26/10/16 UPDATE

WOOOOOOO DOUBLE FUCKIN DIGITS YO. This is fantastic. So last time we left off, Dirk and Jake were gay and dumb. Now we are getting into the most anticipated interaction yet, Rosejade. Listen you people, you have no. idea how much I ship Rosejade. It ship it a l o t . . . Oh man it’s really cute. BUT Um YEAH LETS READ IT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Jesus christ this is too cute. Jade is so fucking happy to see Rose aaaaa.

And Rose is just like “jesus jade dont knock me over”

ROSE: -Oof. JADE: nice to see you rose!!!

YES. YES it is.

Oh my god help its too cute. I love their droopy lil pajama sleeves, it really makes this so much better and im not sure why.

ROSE: (... Nice to see you too, Jade.) JADE: bark!

Goddammit. Ok its clear I have a problem here, Jade is too fucking cute.

Alright thank goodness, those cute detailed panels were a little too much for me. John’s creeping in the background, and Dave’s hanging out with Karkat. Jade doesn’t seem happy?

JADE: (oh my god im so sorry) JADE: (i cant believe i just did that!) JADE: (thats so embarrassing...)

Jade shut up it was cute.

ROSE: (No harm done.) ROSE: (It’s endearing, in a way.) ROSE: (Though perhaps the charm might simply be a patented Jade Harley trait.)

God, YES. Now Rose is complimenting her, and its probably in a platonic sense considering she has a girlfriend but JEEZ I ship it.

ok I hope my shipping of this doesn’t come off as annoying.

JADE: ..dawwww! :) ROSE: (But you might want to keep your voice down.) ROSE: (I’m not sure why it’s become so quiet, but I am perfectly willing to preserve this lull in activity.) ROSE: (Especially in order to sustain the pleasant conversation we’re currently having.)

Yes it is very pleasant. Very very.

JADE: oh ok! JADE: whoops JADE: (i mean) JADE: (ok) ROSE: (Now that our vocal chords have been successfully wrangled, we can get right into the thick of it.) ROSE: (It seemed like you had something to ask me when you approached.) JADE: (oh um yes i did!) JADE: (but im kind of unsure how to ask...) ROSE: (In moments like these, I think the best advice I can give is to say “fuck it”.) ROSE: (And do it anyway.) JADE: :o

great advice Rose. NOW Jade, what did you have to ask? It’s probably gonna be something extremely platonic and irrelevant to my ships, but you know what I can dream.

JADE: (well geez when you put it that way!) JADE: (heh...) ROSE: (Well?) JADE: (oh right yeah) JADE: (soooooo)

hrnK help

Oh. Right, it’s the Earth. So what did you need to ask then? What would Rose know about the Earth?

JADE: (i was wondering what you thought we should do about the earth!) JADE: (john said that taking care of it is supposed to be my responsibility) JADE: (and looking at it right now... isnt it a bit more uh) JADE: (watery, than it should be?)

Yeah, it is quite watery. this is the post-scratch earth I believe, so that would make sense. I think, at least. I never know with all this time shit.

ROSE: (It certainly looks that way. It's just another unfortunate consequence of the scratch.) ROSE: (Though I think it might be a slight improvement over the barren ball of basalt our earth became after that cataclysmic meteor shower.) ROSE: (We’ll just have to make do.) JADE: (so thats it then?) JADE: (we just) JADE: (give earth an orbit around a new star or something) JADE: (and find an island to live on?) ROSE: (That does seem a suitable course of action.) ROSE: (We might want to do something about all that ocean, though.) ROSE: (At the very least to make the planet somewhat more aesthetically pleasing. Sprinkle a few continents here and there, you know.) ROSE: (No offense, but one measly island will doubtless get boring after a while.) ROSE: (Let alone be capable of housing what will hopefully one day be a thriving multi-species civilization.)

Oh yeah, there’s gonna have to be a lot more land for all that LIFE. Do they have a way of making more land though? It’s probably not gonna be a problem, it’ll just be interesting to see how they do it I guess.

JADE: (hehehe!) JADE: (i guess youre right about that!) JADE: (although...) JADE: (i kind of wonder about all of our planets here in the medium) ROSE: (What about them?) JADE: (i went through all that trouble to bring them here, and now were just gonna leave them behind?) JADE: (why dont we bring them along?) JADE: (personally im a little attached! :P) ROSE: (Personally, I would rather not.) JADE: (aw) JADE: (well why?)

But Rooose, your land is so pretty! How would you just give that up?

ROSE: (They’re essentially just an overly grandiose and complicated puzzle designed for preteens, presented as personalized celestial bodies.) ROSE: (Some of them even have giant snakes inside them. Ew.) JADE: (pfffft)

pfffft. Those snakes were awesome. And even if they are just a puzzle, that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate what they are aesthetically! I mean, come on Rose. You gotta stop resenting things for what they’re supposed to be! 

JADE: (wow rose i sure did miss you a whole lot)

8D

JADE: (you always have such a smart and funny way of putting things!) JADE: (but will the denizens really still be there if we take them with us?) ROSE: (It was a joke, Jade. One of the many that I dole out on a regular basis, as the shrewd yet whimsical person you say I am.) ROSE: (They’ll likely vanish once we exit the game for good, whether we bring them through to the new universe or not.) ROSE: (They’re game constructs. I can’t see them serving much purpose past the end credits, so to speak.)

Wellll, I don’t know about that! I mean, yeah, they are game constructs and all. But like all the consorts, I think it’s safe to say they’re sentient as well! Sooo... Hm. Why would Jade’s Denizen have wanted her to take them all in the first place? I mean, to save them from Jack I suppose, but what’s the point if they would die from the big “your winner” screen at the end anyways?

JADE: (oh... well that makes me wonder) JADE: (what about the sprites? theyre game constructs too right?) ROSE: (That is a decent point.)

That IS a decent point. I dont wanna lose Jasprose or Davepeta.

Also. Has anybody wondered if there could be a Jasprovepeta^3? Because THAT, would be pretty great.

ROSE: (The kernels, at the very least, are absolutely nothing more than game constructs. They are a core mechanic of the game in their relationship with the maturity of the battlefield and the power of the black and white monarchs, and they don’t even have consciousness.) ROSE: (The sprites, however... well.) ROSE: (I’m not sure.) ROSE: (It’s highly likely they’ll be able to continue existing indefinitely, all things considered.) ROSE: (Though ultimately, it’s up to them whether they’d like to take a stab at life beyond Sburb.)

Well I dont see why they wouldn’t! Aside from maybe Erisol.

Pfft

ROSE: (Hopefully at least ONE of them will remain here.) ROSE: (Far, far away.) ROSE: (Never to be seen again.) ROSE: (Or be mourned.) ROSE: (At all.) ROSE: (Ever.) JADE: (um???) ROSE: (Nevermind that.)

NO dammit, Jasprose cannot stay behind. She needs to continue to exist and be part of this story because she’s greAT! Though she did say she was no longer interested...

JADE: (okay well) JADE: (im still kind of unsure about all this...) ROSE: (We’ll figure it out, Jade. There’s really not much to worry over.) JADE: (well... what about uh) JADE: (repopulation?) ROSE: (Like I said. We’ll figure it out.) ROSE: (Some ectobiology will likely be involved.) ROSE: (Which we will all be able to discuss as a group when the time comes.) ROSE: (Rather than right this second.)

Something wrong Rose? You’re kinda seeming a little impatient.

JADE: (um...) JADE: (rose, im sorry, i dont mean to make you mad)

Oh, Jade noticed too

ROSE: (I’m not mad.) JADE: (you seem a little mad!) ROSE: (*sigh*)

Out with it, Rose. Tell us what’s going on in that brain of yours.

JADE: (i just really want make sure i do my job right) JADE: (im supposed to make sure we all have a proper place to live!!) ROSE: (You’ll do just fine, Jade. You’ve always done your best at every task you’ve tackled, and what small miracles you can accomplish with hardly any effort are a reflection of how truly capable you are. We all have faith in you.)

Oh jeez.. Is it just me, or is Rose kinda seeming resentful towards Jade’s achievements. I hope that’s not the case.

JADE: (thanks, but...) JADE: (is everything okay?) JADE: (you dont sound all that enthusiastic) JADE: (did i do something wrong?) ROSE: (No, no.) ROSE: (This is all me.)

Come on rooose, tell us

ROSE: (I missed you Jade, I really did. But seeing you again now brings back unpleasant memories.) JADE: (oh) JADE: (you mean like your mom...?) ROSE: (Less the incident itself and more the horrifically immature child I behaved like back then.) ROSE: (Never was my childishness more apparent than with how I treated you.) JADE: (what! what do you mean?)

Hmm... thinking back at it, Rose sort of did treat Jade as just this object of mystery. Dave was always suspicious of her too, but Rose was seemingly always trying to point out when Jade said something that didn’t add up.

ROSE: (I was never a very good friend to you, Jade.) ROSE: (There were, and perhaps still are, some things about you that made me feel...) ROSE: (Insecure.)

Hmmm again.. I could understand insecurities in the past, but now Rose is practically on the same level as Jade. Is it a personality thing? because that doesn’t seem likely.

ROSE: (And, well. I was very petty, and allowed myself to wallow in jealousy while shoehorning you into another of my many imagined rivalries.)

Oh, damn. I guess I should have suspected something like that, considering how competitive Rose really can be when it comes to just about anything.

JADE: (you were jealous?) JADE: (of me???) ROSE: (You were bubbly and cheerful. Genuinely likeable, unlike me. Legitimately smart, where I more often than not felt the need to pad my intellect with random facts I learned on the internet. You had a multitude of talents and seemed to be able to do almost anything with hardly any effort.) ROSE: (Not to mention, I was under the impression you could see the future.)

DammIT, this is a large part of the reason I wanted them to interact. there was so much misunderstanding between them before, and once Rose finally knew how Jade did the things she did, it just went.. unmentioned.

JADE: (oh yeah... ugh, i thought i was soooo smart :\) JADE: (just thinking about all those dumb vague hints i used to drop makes me cringe!!)

I mean, it’s not like you didn’t always do what was best for your friends. Come on! You gotta feel a little smug when you understand all of the complicated bullshit about sburb. Even though you didn’t, in the end. you still thought you did. Plus you were 13. Nowhere near as mature as you are now. Which I suppose can be said for everybody, really.

JADE: (i totally get it, rose. im really sorry!) ROSE: (Please, don’t be.) ROSE: (Without the haze of envy blotting my vision I can see you for the charming, likeable, caring girl you really are and always have been.)

AGh, dammit this is putting me back into shipping mode nO!

ROSE: (I’d like to think I’ve done at least SOME maturing over the last three years.) ROSE: (Now I’m the smug one with clairvoyance. My, how the tables have turned.) JADE: (welllll...) JADE: (you were always a LITTLE bit smug :P) ROSE: (Oh, only a little?) ROSE: (You flatterer.)

fuCKINg. KISS.

Ah, shit. thats the end of their interaction. NEXT UP, we goooot... Calliope and Jane! Sweet. And as it seems to be the pattern we are following, we get a sneak peek at their conversation in this update.

JANE: (Pssst!) JANE: (Callie!)

And that’s it. ALRiGHT, sNEAK PEEK OVER.

This was a really fun Rosejade conversation though. We got to learn more about how they felt about eachother in the past, and how those feelings have changed since. And not to mention, some plot details on the plans for the new Earth.

And since I still suck at ending these things, ten parts in, ill seeya next time. might be today again, whon knows. maybe ill go for 5 updates in one day.