#remember your fandom's roots and chill

[valar-did-me-wrong]

I keep seeing this sentiment among people that"the showrunners are giving into /going to give into Tolkien lore bros" and before too many fans actually start believing all this I jusy want to remind everyone somethings about..

The Hate Storm of 2022 🌪️

And how back then this show stood up with Ismael, Sophia, Cynthia, Morfydd, Sara, Lenny Meghan & Markella when the online hate was 1000000000000x worse than what you see rn.

If you weren't tuned into ROP back then, I assure you whatever vitriol you see about the show rn on twitter or ragetube is nothing compared to what was happening in 2022.

On sites like Instagram, not only bots & racists but even normal regular people used to directly bully you and pile on if you left even a single positive emoji in the show's comments.

Even many left leaning Tolkien blogs here were parroting lore points (originating on racist youtube channels) that were based solely on PJ movies, praising WB like it was a non-profit fighting against world hunger & warning to block ROP blogs on sight for watching a show made by Christian men

(PROF. TOLKIEN WAS A HINDU MONK WHO SOLELY WORE SAFFRON DHOTI I GUESS RIGHT?!?)

It was so much that back then the official trop Instagram account DELETED all their promotional photos, cast intros, teasers, trailers EVERYTHING to post a statment that condemned all the racist & horribly misogynistic vitriol thrown at the POC & female cast of the show.

They did all this when the hate campaigners were publically encouraging masses to review bomb ROP across internet to the point that IMDb had to suspend posting user ratings of the show without reviewing them first.

And the global public sentiment was basically hacked by loud incessant misinformation, lies and rage bait that made it trendy & even progressive to bash on the show.

Now despite all this the showrunners stood by their creative choices & actors back then just how they are doing it rn imo..

Remember when the Haters™ complained about Arondir being "too good of a warrior to be true"?? The show did not let that change their decision of showing Arondir as an exceptionally skilled warrior. Even in S2 when his storyline got disturbed by Nazanin leaving, they made sure to give him as many action sequences as possible, made him fight beside and more than High King Gil Galad of the Noldor & Elrond freaking Peredhel in the Siege.. even highlighted all this in BTS videos.

And when the the internet pushed that Galadriel should not be fighting on the frontline but rather float in forests?? They reminded the lore bros of Nerwen with her hairstyle exactly how Tolkien wrote and still made her fight orcs, rescue survivors, negotiate sucessful peace treaties, duel with Sauron & kick his ass in an ultimate finale showdown.

And orc family hate?? Despite all the loud nonsense around it they highlighted it with dedicated posts & Tolkien quotes instead of hiding it away.

And finally, despite consistent continuous complaints against the Harfoot storyline, they did not shrink it or write it out.. because in their vision of Tolkien the little guys & their stories are important so they stay, even going into S3.

I'm not saying there aren't any problems with their depiction of POC characters or writing or pacing. There DEFINITELY are, I mean look at who all died among Elrond's company... The problems especially with minor POC characters are there & VERY visible in S2. (which I hope they fix in future seasons)

But imo these things aren't because the show wants to please racist ragetubers or try to win over a group of Tolkien fanatics who will never become show fans anyway. You, me, my dog, the Haters™ and even Mcpayne know this.. it's common sense atp.

All to say this show was literally forged in the fires of Internet hate storms, I don't think the pathetic flicker of the remaining Haters matters to the showrunners anymore.

(Also the ratings people keep using to scare the fans are US ONLY ratings & data, there's a whole world out here beyond US & the show remained in the Prime top shows across many countries for weeks & weeks after the S2 finale.. and the constant stream of new viewers that are starting the show for the first time just on this website should be proof enough that the show is doing fine) Don't let the show haters' talking points get to you!

Season 3 is, for all intents & purposes, already green lit and ROP is going to complete the story it started out to tell.. don't worry needlessly :)

[morocosmos]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 25 - Perpetuity

Masterlist Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Pairings: Leofard Myste/Warrior of Light Rating: Gen Additional Notes: Spoilers for Post-Endwalker MSQ, patch 6.55. Ao3 Link

“Leo?” 

At the sound of his name, Leofard rouses from the space between sleep and wakefulness, albeit reluctantly. He hates being cold, and no amount of blankets is enough to prevent the Sharlayan chill from seeping into his skin.

But he blinks once, then twice; Moro’a’s curled in on his side, facing him. Still awake. He meets the yet unspoken words in those blue eyes.

“I've been thinking. About what I said at the landing.” Moro’a’s voice ghosts the air, so quiet that Leofard can barely catch it. “I want you by my side, on my adventures — none of that's changed. But I also need you to know that it doesn't have to be forever.” 

Something in Leofard’s head registers that this is important; a weighty conversation spoken in soft words. Drowsy as he is, it rounds down to pillow talk. “Never crossed me mind,” he murmurs, fighting and quickly losing to a large yawn. Figuring that that's enough to settle the matter, he burrows deeper into the blankets and lets his eyes fall shut. “Sleep. Big day tomorrow, aye?”

“Mmm.” Leofard somehow catches the hint of doubt in that word, and he feels just enough annoyance — or is it concern? — to ruffle him into opening his eyes again.

He isn’t the sort to poke at these things. Especially not in bed. But he wants to sleep, and Moro’a won't leave a thought alone, not until he's gnawed it down to the marrow. He makes a discontented noise — for the lost sleep — then forces himself up by one elbow.

“If you want to say it, say it.” He watches as worry flits across Moro’a’s features, before softening into something else. Tenderness. His heart does an odd flip, the kind that happens whenever Moro’a looks at him this way.

Idiot, he thinks. But there’s affection in that too, small and warm and alive.

“It's just…this is a lot,” Moro’a begins. “For me, but especially for you, and—I don't want you thinking that there's a point where it becomes too late to turn back.” He looks at him, searching for something in the dark. “That you'll have to break your promise.”

Leofard knows that what he's being offered is a way out. That it has as much to do with his worries as it does Moro’a’s. It's strange — he's lived almost all of his life pursuing freedom. Clawing his way past the cold, the loss, the stifling cage, until he could lift his wings and truly fly. He'd spent a long time believing that love, this sort of love, would be a cage, too.

Until Moro’a had let him go, and he'd realised that what he was running from was rarer than luck, and more precious than any bauble. 

To think that he'd almost let himself lose such a prize.

“Don’t have to say it twice. I know,” he replies. He isn’t the kind to caress, but something compels him to reach out, and his hand fits along the corner of Moro’a’s jaw just so. “Remember what I said at that landing? That I wanted a taste of your life, the skies only you can reach? That hasn't changed, either.” And this is the most he can bring himself to say, because the squirming in his chest might kill him, otherwise: “I can't do any of that unless I stay close to you, can I?”

The way Moro’a smiles is worth the twist to his pride. But even he has his limits. “Alright, we've had our chat. Now let me get some beauty sleep,” he grumbles. Moro’a doesn’t argue, only reaches out to draw him closer, and he lets him. 

He doesn’t want to love the way Raimille had to, rooted in place as those close to his heart drift beyond his reach. With Moro’a, there’s a chance he might never have to.

He thinks of Tural, of jewelled waters and smooth sands, the cities and skies he can't yet fathom. Moro’a’s tucked under his chin, and the warm weight of him is more comforting than he’d ever dared to consider. It feels good, feels right.

He falls asleep this way, looking forward to all the new and familiar that’s to come.

[unhappy-last-resort]

"Noan" idea/drabble

Fandom: Punishing: Gray Raven (PGR)

Warnings: yandere, implied nsfw, kidnapping, brainwashing, horror

"Noan" finding you alone and injured on a mission and Instead of letting the Ravens find you, whisks your unconscious self away and goes deep into one of the few forests left in the world.

He carves a place- a home in it's center where only a handful of sun rays can reach, erases all scent and memory of Babylonia, the Ravens...and "that" version of him you knew. He nurses you to health, makes new clothes, and warns you to never, ever leave the home. Not unless he's with you and when you see the almost aggressive nature of the forest, you agree.

It's lonely, often. He occasionally has to stay out for a few days at a time to find food and supplies for you, but he always comes back and he always makes sure to drown you in affection so sharp it leaves marks for days and weeks afterwards.

You're his, have always been his, he tells you. You've been together for years, long before he was made of metal, he tells you. You loved each other deeply and fervently, he tells you. The world has been overrun by the forest, there's nothing but wood and trees and bodies, he tells you.

Then, one night, when Noan is still gone and your bed achingly empty, there's a crunch. A creak of the trees outside your window. You freeze and stand, cold seeping into your skin and bones as you creep towards the window and the chill settles in your chest as two, yellow eyes, glowing in the night, stare back at you.

You've never seen another person before, and Noan has never mentioned seeing anything but bodies. Is it a monster, born from the roots and soil of the forest? It steps closer, places a hand on the sill of your glass-less window and it talks.

It sounds like him, like your Noan, but your Noan has red eyes made of scarlet ruby, not the devilish yellow of this one. It says to come out, it says you're safe now and the pang of your lover having left you has never resounded more loudly in your body.

Its hand reaches and pulls itself forward, it's hair is grey like his but with white strands in its center and not knowing what else to do you run, out of the house despite his warnings not to.

Your foot catches on the many roots around the boundary of your home- the ones Noan didn't cut and before you fall you feel arms wrap around you and terror bubbles into a scream that makes the trees shudder. You can only pray Noan heard you and is near when it's hand covers your mouth and pulls you back inside. There's a distant rustling in the darkness outside and the yellow eyes of the devil stare into your soul, telling you to remember something as an even darker shadow stands behind it. You hear a thump and those two fireflies are snuffed out as a being with red eyes stands above you.

The next time your eyes open, you've been carefully tucked into your bed and Noan, your Noan, is sitting in front of your fireplace. Contemplative. You tell him what happened and he shushes you, cradles you gently as he tells you it was a nightmare. You try to argue, but it becomes harder to do that when his mind seems occupied on other activities with you- and something off to the side, but when you look there's nothing there.

Once, when his hands squeezed and pulled at the plush of your body while you were teetering on the edge of oblivion, you saw eyes in the dark. Yellow ones. Watching you.

Things have been different since. The house makes new sounds that it didn't before. Particularly, the tapping around the house in the dead of night, sometimes right next to you. Noan leaves less frequently and he's been more intimate more often, and you always feel like something is watching you off in the shadows of your home where your eyes can't see.

It feels like something is waiting, like the forest is waiting. There's an anxious silence that hangs in the branches every day and night. You feel like something is going to happen, one day. Something that will forever change your home.

And you.

[chaispicelatte]

An excerpt from my Dark!Signer Leo AU

Fandom: Yugioh 5Ds (anime)

Ch 1: Follow the Monkey

“Alright Leo, use your brain,” he leaned against a streetlamp to think, Tops was in the northmost part of the city, and his apartment was the highest point. Most of the time, it was pretty easy to see from anywhere in the city. “There it is!” The skyscraper was quite a bit away, and the buses had stopped by now. It looked like he had a long walk ahead of him.

As he stepped away from the streetlamp, he collided into an even more solid figure, sending him tumbling to his butt. Said adult’s stride didn’t break at all, the black cloak fluttering behind as they went on their way. Leo wanted to shout at them, but the words fizzled out in his throat as the cloaked figure looked back. The shadows of their hood made it impossible to make out any features, yet Leo knew they were staring right at him. A violent chill went up his spine, rooting him in place as their gazes locked. Something deep in his being was telling him that this person…if Leo could even call them that…didn’t belong here.

But what even was that here? This city? This era? This plane of existence?

An odd memory came to him. Leo had often used his dad’s old duel disk as a kid. It had been a decades out of date model. Once while dueling with it, he’d run into a bug where his banished monster wouldn’t leave the field. The hologram would still move and react to the duel as if it were still in play, but it couldn’t attack, be attacked, activate effects, or even be used for tributes. Trying to play a new card in that zone didn’t help, the duel disk couldn’t register it. His parents had chalked it up to the old duel disk having a hard time with the new mechanics, as some new updates weren’t supported on the model. He and Luna had gotten their first duel disks on their birthday not long after, so he’d forgotten all about it.

Why was Leo remembering that now?

Before he knew it, the cloaked figure broke their gaze, continuing down the street. It occurred to Leo that that was merely a passing gaze, barely half a second long. Yet to him, it felt like a stare down that had lasted for hours.

Leo, once again, picked himself off the ground. No one else on the street seemed to notice the strange, cloaked person. They took off in the opposite direction of where Leo needed to go. Leo knew he should be getting home, but his feet carried him to retrace that cloaked figure’s steps.

...

Excerpt is from my ongoing fic Eathbound Heart and Crimson Marks on AO3. If you want a twin centered fic (and more development for characters canon forgot about), then check it out!

[mud-castle]

OH I remember seeing the leopardstar death post in your blog. That shit fucked with me, just the concept of repeatedly drowning just so you can inevitably be dragged back down to earth for another round hit me really hard. Leopardstar became a character I enjoyed and rooted for (in fandom) just because her death in this au made me wish her nothing but good things (a girl can commit a few war crimes)

Bravo on the idea, that was nightmare fuel

Lol, don't thank me, thank the ones who suggested it to me. Leopard was going to die regardless, but I'm a sucker for irony. I think at least half of the important character deaths in Dark Mirror are at least a little ironic. ...I lowkey want to redraw that comic though, it was fun.

Dark Mirror didn't make me like Leopardstar, but it made her interesting to me. The way she willingly joins Tigerstar and willingly calls for the execution of two innocent teenagers is chilling. Like she doesn't even have the just following the leader's word is law code excuse that Blackfoot does.

Then we just kind of forget her crimes. Like no Feathertail, her willing to lose a life (out of the nine she has) to a fox does not negate her crimes against humanity...catanity. I can't go lol girlboss if the books excuse/forgive her actions.

[narrators-journal]

Hello~. First I wanted to say you're truly blessing in this fandom for writing such tasteful and yummy tatsujun fics 🖤

Here goes my request, what about Jun riding Apollo's dick while Tatsuya watches and jerks off? hhh

First off, thanks for the compliment! I’m so glad you like my tatsujun writing! Sadly, I don’t think this is one of my strongest works yet again. I don’t know what it was about this one, but something about it just threw me off somehow. I guess it was because I had to actually do some googling to figure out how Apollo’s anatomy might work in a fun way. Which, led me to focus more on the monsterfucking than the voyeurism. Woopsie. I hope you enjoy it regardless, though! I tried!

CW: Monsterfucking, but without actual penetration. Robotfucking? Does Apollo count for that? Voyeurism is also there, with MAYBE some cuck energy sprinkled over the voyeurism. Size difference kink for sure, bc Apollo’s massive, so also just, size difference in general lol.

On a hot summer’s day that beat down upon Sumaru, there was little else to do for Tatsuya Suou and Jun Kurosu, but try to find a waterfall Jun vaguely remembered on Mt. Katatsumi. “Junbug! Jesus, are you sure this waterfall even exists?” Tatsuya whined as he followed the shaggy-haired ravenette over the roots and tangled carpet of sun-dappled flora. But, his complaints were waved off as Jun listened carefully to the environment. Which, allowed him to note how the soft breeze that stirred the bushes and branches, the ocassional skitter of fauna in the leaves, and the song of birds were mixed with the constant pour of a distant waterfall. “It exists, I can hear it nearby. Come on, Tacchi.” He said as he pushed through the plant life in the direction of the sound. And, while Tatsuya whined and groaned, he followed him until they finally came across the tall wall of rock that poured water into a calmer, lazier pool that fed the beautiful, lush fauna that grew on the shore. “Okay,” Tatsuya said, his eyes alight with hunger at the sight of chilled, clean water in front of them. The chance to cool off from the summer heat like a siren call to the pyrokenetic. “You were right, this is a good place to spend a summer day.” He admitted as Jun smiled confidently and strolled up to the edge of the water. “See? You should trust me more often, Tacchi.” He teased as he unbuttoned his shirt. A small smile and playful glance tossed back at the brunette who followed his lead on the clothes.

“I’ve always trusted you, Junbug. That’s why I followed you out here to start.” He pointed out to earn a snort from Jun. But, they left that underlying conversation be for now.

Instead, they simply stripped off their clothes and spent some time simply swimming in the cold

pool of water. The summer heat briefly forgotten in favor of splashes, dives, and whatever childish games the pair could cook up before they tired themselves out.

When they did, though, they still stayed by the waterfall, they simply moved to sit on some towels on the shore. Until, eventually, their conversation trailed off to a more creative but questionable route. “Hey Tacchi, I’ve got a question.” Jun hummed, as unbothered by his own nudity in front of Tatsuya as the brunette was about his. “Yeah?” “Have you ever considered if you could sleep with a persona or shadow? Like, there are succubi demons, so...could you sleep with a demon?” He asked, though he pretended not to feel Tatsuya’s eyes burn into him as the brunette processed his words. “Why are you asking?” Tatsuya asked, his head tilted at him now, so, Jun sighed and tossed caution to the wind. “Tatsuya, can I have sex with your persona?” “HEH?!” The taller male squawked, now sat up on his towel to stare at Jun with widened brown eyes. “Why do you want to have sex with Apollo? Do you mean Apollo?” “Yes, I mean Apollo, and because I’m curious. Personas especially, they’re extensions of us, so do they have sex drives? Can they breed? Do they have genitals?” Jun questioned, and when he looked back at his childhood friend, he could see that those same questions swam around in his head too. “So, could I try to sleep with Apollo?”

And, he watched as his friend digested the request for a long, slow moment. But, he could see him slowly give in to him, because he could see the bit of color that showed up on his tan face when he blushed, and could see how he began to fidget. Until, finally, he let out a small breath and glanced around at the trees, bushes, and grasses around them. “Um...I guess if you’re quick about it?” Tatsuya muttered, and Jun grinned at that. “Awesome! Summon him!” He ordered, and while he could see Tatsuya briefly try to argue, he ended up just doing as told.

Which, for Tatsuya, showed itself as a circlet of fire that ignited around his head only to be swept off of him to swirl around and grow into a tornado of intensely hot blue flames, only for the fire to die down almost as soon as it had flared up. In it’s place, a large mechanical humanoid dressed in a red-and-white striped outfit that reminded Jun of a superhero or a jester, sat on the shore behind the ravenette. Bright blue eyes like Jun’s Joker form’s burned from within the red mask-like face of the persona, and the whir and click of cogs and mechanisms within the figures heat-producing body like his own version of a heartbeat.

Apollo was such a fun creature to look at. “Can you...like, take away his clothes?” Jun asked, a glance thrown back to Tatsuya, who turned redder, but did burn away his persona’s clothes. Which, to Jun’s amusement, made the tall monster cover his empty crotch shyly. But, Jun only smiled at the sight of the gold plates that acted as Apollo’s skin exposed to the bright sunlight of the summer day. He was beautiful to see, too.

But, of course, being 5’7, Jun couldn’t hope to fully admire the monster from his towel. So, he got to his feet and went over to brush his hand over the warm metal of the monster’s leg and admire the small seperation between plates of metal and the small vibration of the machinery beneath. Warmth did, in fact, pour off of him so much so that even being close enough to touch him caused the dampness on his skin to begin to dry a bit. But, that was to be expected for a monster named after a god of the sun. “Apollo, can I sit on your leg?” Jun asked, and as an answer, the monster scooped him up with ease. His clawed fingers gentle on Jun’s bare body in how he placed the ravenette on his lap and let him look his body over. Like, the small gap created between his leg and hip segment that showed the metal wires and ticking cogs, or the gleam of the sun when it reflected off of the gold metal skin. Until, finally, Jun moved closer to Apollo’s pelvic area to look closer at his groin and spotted a large, barely visible circle that could’ve been simply scratched onto him.

And upon first examination, the large circle lightly outlined where Apollo’s crotch was far too big to be bothered when Jun pressed his smaller, damp hand against it. Yet, with only the gentle pressure of some of jun’s weight against it, the metal softly clicked down before following the ravenette’s palm when he leaned back onto the sturdy safety of Apollo’s bare, warm thigh. But, it didn’t stop at Jun’s arm length, no. It extended a good amount above him. Until, finally, a golden cylinder with rubber...wheels? Tracks? Rings, that rotated lazily in intervals up to the flat ‘tip’ with small holes between those rings to assumedly let the thing vent. “Ohhhh, what a fun take on a dick. I think.” He mused, Tatsuya’s awkward honk realized, yet ignored for the moment in favor of running his slim fingers down the length that towered in front of him. There’s no way I could take this thing. It’s obviously not meant for actual sex. He mused as the pads of his pale fingers slid over the gold ‘skin’ of the persona’s ‘member’.

Though, he paused his touches when he heard Tatsuya moan quietly behind him. Which, was a surprise, but the dark-haired man swallowed down the question to instead run a finger back up Apollo’s genitals to earn another small, slightly confused groan from the brunette who watched Apollo shudder under Jun. Which, got an evil grin from an idea. Ohohoho, how fun! I am SO abusing this.

So, with that detail noticed, Jun set to work on the exploration of Apollo’s shiny golden body and it’s constant warmth and peeks of gears, springs, and other mechanical tidbits. Which, required the much smaller ravenette to move from Apollo’s thigh to instead straddle the base of his ‘member’ Which, was already enough to make the persona shudder beneath Jun’s bare ass, so the kisses he lavished upon what warm gold he could reach were quick to get the whine of the gears in the persona’s chest.

Though, Apollo wasn’t the only one to react to the feel of his lips against his groin, because Tatsuya let slip his own lustful whine. Which, only encouraged Jun to grind his damp erection against the monster’s member. “J-Jun...we might get caught…” He warned, his confusion thick in his voice, but not thick enough to hide the decorative excitement that lined his words. But, his point landed on the grass, brushed aside in favor of Jun’s hands being slid up and down Apollo’s length.

He could never stroke the entire length of whatever Apollo’s ‘dick’ actually was, it was far too big for that. But, he was more than happy to press his dampened skin against the warmed metal and enjoy how it made Tatsuya and his persona squirm and whine in unison. His pale skin further dried by the puffs of steam that escaped the holes along the length and brushed over Jun’s body. Until, finally, he gave the persona a break from his attentions, only to grind his own needy cock against Apollo’s member.

Which, was a wonderful way to dry off and chase the thrill of the heat against his pale skin and the excitement of how small he was compared to Tatsuya’s monster. As well as a wonderful way to draw out more whines and whirs from Tatsuya and Apollo both. So, Jun made a show of how he moaned as he ground his hips against the shiny, unmoving length of the persona’s ‘cock’. The contrast of friction-warmed metal and the rubber-esque rings that rotated along his length a fun thrill against his too-hot skin. “You doing okay over there, Tacchi?~” He breathlessly teased as he humped against Apollo, his charcoal eyes alight with lust and amusement as he watched Tatsuya squirm on the shore with his tan face hidden in one of his hands in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Which, Jun didn’t mind, just like he didn’t mind the brunette’s lack of response, so long as he continued to pretend like he wasn’t able to feel him through Apollo, and wasn’t itching for his own release. But, the ravenette didn’t point it out, he simply sat up to hug the thick, towering cylinder and began to trail gentle kisses up Apollo’s length while he circled one of the steam vents with a finger to earn another shudder from the persona. Can Apollo cum? Would it be oil? Jun mused as he mouthed along his cock to try and tease out more mechanical whines from the monster who burned the grass beneath him. Where would it come out of? The little vent holes?Would I get covered? I don’t think I’d mind that.

As if to promise answers to that question, Apollo’s member let out a puff of hot steam while the pistons or gears within whined with need and exhaustion. But, Jun continued to tease one of the steam vents and grind his body against the persona’s member.

The warmth of the metal, the small vibrations of the machinery inside, and the drag of the rubber wheels against his body, the groans, moans, and needy whirs of the pair he tormented, all of it combined into a concoction of pleasure within Jun’s belly. A concoction that grew like a bank of clouds that gathered and brewed into the inevitable release he chased. Until, at long last, lightning struck the small ravenette. The knot in his stomach finally burst like a balloon, the lightning worked into his muscles to leave him to shake and cling to Apollo’s member.

The heat of the gold, and the gentle caress of the steam the persona vented out all but melted Jun onto Apollo until his brain managed to scrape his braincells back up. “Holy shit…” “Huh?” Jun asked, his head lifted to let him look down at the brunette who he’d paid little to no attention to in his exploration of his persona’s anatomy. “All I said was holy shit...I didn’t know I could...feel things like that.” Tatsuya said, laid out on his towel, his nudity forgotten, the cum on his belly apparently not registered in the brunette’s haze. Ah, makes sense that the mechanical persona wouldn’t cum at all.

With that thought, Jun sat up and stretched so that he could slip out of Apollo’s lap. Which, Tatsuya took as the sign to finally put his persona away with his own stretch. “What now, Junbug?” He asked, cool and calm as if he hadn’t orgasmed at all. “Well, we’ve still got a few hours in the day, so we can just hang out here a while longer.” Jun hummed, just as nonchalant, “I’m gonna swim again. Now I’m hot all over again.” Which, made the brunette chuckle a bit, but the ravenette could still feel his gaze on him when he slipped back into the pool. Maybe I’ll properly fuck him next.

[captainrayzizuniverse]

Yes! Thank youuuu @goldcrumble for this I truly need it now. I’m sitting in Kelowna waiting for the worst year of my life to be over in the most unremarkable way (binging on paw patrol with my nephew) and what better way to do it than this? Beware, long ass essay incoming. 

When did you become a Louie? (This is about to get loooong)

I love talking about this because it’s such an interesting journey for me compared to other artists I love. I used to watch British reality tv with my grandma every year and that of course includes x-factor and strictly come dancing (and the GBBO, sewing bee, BGT etc..it was unhealthy) which usually start around the same time. We started with x-factor when leona lewis won until the last season with Louis as judge. So yes of course I watched the one with 1D and I was rooting for them during the show (and Louis was my LEAST fav only because I’d watch the xtra factor and the video diaries and he was SO loud and obnoxious and basiclly everything I find annoying in a person. Sorry it was what it was. Anyway after that season I never paid them any attention but we continued watching x-factor year after year. I've mentioned this before but when Louis was announced as the judge in 2018 I remember telling my grandma that it’s probably to draw in the 1D fans because the show was so bad at that point. Obviously I said it with eyes rolled and thinking ‘they really think they’re gonna save this shit with a kid from a boyband?’. Little did I know this guy will ruin me. Anyway as a non fan and someone who really didn’t know anything about the guy I absolutely loved him as a judge..so like a couple of weeks in I read his entire wikipedia and was 100% drinking the ‘reconnected and in love with his long term gf and has a kid with a one night stand from LA’ koolaid. And I listened to his singles at the time, loved them, added them to one of my Anghami playlist and it was chill for a while.

I have never been in a music fandom before..I’ve been in the football fandom (esp livejournal) for ages and also several movies/tv shows and books. I think most of the music I listen to are either from bands who are dead or there just isn’t a fandom big enough to exist…or I haven’t found it. Dunno..just never got into one. SO on a flight from oslo in 2019 I was reading a fic from another fandom and in the author’s note there was something about being inspired by a Larry fic and I vaguely remembered who the Larry ship is about. So when I clicked it and saw that it was THE Louis T, I went into my second rabbit hole and saw all these news singles he has out and an album that was about to come out and a show in Toronto and wow so much excitement all at once. Booked the tickets for the show which were later cancelled due to covid and then never got to see the ltwt live (rip hearing defenceless live). After that I didn’t follow up with him, I didn’t even know lthq was a thing ffs. When people say that they need to promote things on his personal IG, it’s for people like ME! Anyhoo! I still never searched him up on Tumblr until one day by chance I saw a clip from a livestream on instagram of one of his earlier shows in Texas. I didn’t even know concert livestreams were a thing tbh. So I kept on monitoring to find the source until I got to finally watch an entire show (I think it was the 4th American one, a few before the chicken nugget incident) and then somehow that led me to Tumblr and slowly I started following very very few blogs. So when did I become a Louie really? Was it 2018 when I was like ok the dude is cool I like the couple of songs he has out? Or 2019 when I booked my first concert ticket? Or in 2022 when I found the fandom on Tumblr? Also I got into 1D when I read that wiki page and it said something about him having the most writing credits. It intrigued me and was like ‘fine! I’ll give them a go I guess!’

your favourite song? (one off walls and one off fitf)

We Made It. All this time (if you ask tomorrow it might jump between Saturdays or holding onto heartache or she is beauty)

your favourite music video?

Miss you! The hair, the song.

your favourite gig?

Toronto one because I was anticipating it for sooooo long and it fully lived up to it. Esp after spending the entire 2022 watching livestreams and being jealous af. The new york one was good too but my home show will always be my fav

your favourite louis hair?

X-factor hair. 

your favourite louis interview?

Oof man this is hard! They all kinda get mixed together so either a Zach lang one (probably the first one because it sticks in my memory more since I saw it right when it came out) or one of the buzzfeed ones like the snack wars or the one he did with the yellow background (man I’m lazy as shit, I can literally YouTube this).

suit louis or tanktop louis?

Suit Louis. Literally anything but tank top louis. I know I’m the only one in this boat but I just don’t dig tank tops. I think it’s also the fact that he almost always wears hideous shoes with them that kinda kill the look. If I had to be specific, I’d say tracksuit Louis. 

favourite louis tattoo?

I’d also go with the x&o’s 

favourite louis bodypart? (c'mon we all have one!)

I immediately thought his eye crinkles but realized that’s not a body part. Maybe hands or the veiny neck??I love a neck with passionate veins (what even am I saying??)

—-

I think my small Louis loving mutuals have either already done this or have been tagged, so it ends with ME!

And with that I shall wish everyone a genocide free 2024! A free Palestine! And an end to this fucking massacre!

Back to watching Marshall and Skye on PP. 

[across-violet-skies]

Febuwhump day 17: hostage situation

Whumpee: Warriors

Whump Rating: 5/10

TWs: kidnapping/being held hostage, torture, brief mention of blood/injury, feelings of uselessness/expendablity

Warriors had fucked up.

He had fucked up big time.

He was usually good about watching his surroundings. He was usually good about being on guard.

Warriors had been on watch. The sun was just barely beginning to scrape the top of the horizon, peeking up to bring daylight to the world. It was beautiful, and since everything was peaceful, the Captain decided to do a perimeter patrol. It was more to admire the sunrise than actually scout the area, but nothing had attacked them here. They were in Wild’s Hyrule, and the monsters here tended to stick to specific areas, so he wasn’t too concerned with being attacked.

He meandered through the woods, ducking under tree branches and stepping over roots and plants as he made his way toward the cliff’s edge. Warriors sat down with a sigh, leaning back on his hands as he admired the way the world lit up, gorgeous shades of orange and pink and yellow swirling into a picture-perfect scene, only enhanced by the tranquil natural world around him.

The bushes ruffled behind him.

Warriors glanced back, not particularly concerned. There hadn’t been any signs of monsters around, and Wild’s monsters weren’t smart enough to hide. Most likely, it was a rabbit or other small critter that was more afraid of him than he was of it.

(Oh, how wrong he was.)

The Captain turned back to the sunrise, sighing wistfully as he relaxed in the morning rays. It wasn’t often he got to unwind, especially now that he was traveling in a group. It was nice to just… chill out for a while.

The bushes ruffled again.

Warriors closed his eyes, humming to himself. His ears flicked back toward the sound, but he did not turn.

Huge mistake.

Warriors didn’t remember anything after that. Everything had gone dark, and he had woken up in a dark room, tied to a chair.

Well. Things could certainly be better, but at least he was still alive. They weren’t even in his Hyrule, so Warriors wasn’t exactly sure why he had been kidnapped in the first place, but it also meant his kidnappers probably didn’t have a problem with him specifically.

Small fortunes, really. It didn’t change his current situation.

When one of his kidnappers finally showed his face, Warriors narrowed his eyes. Red skin tight suit, inverted eye mask… what did Wild call them?

“You’re awake.” The man raised his arms, almost showing off their surroundings. “Welcome to the Yiga Hideout.”

Yiga. Yes, that sounded right.

The Captain’s lip curled. “What do you want?”

The Yiga soldier laughed. “It’s not me you should be worried about.” Warriors rolled his eyes. “But if you must know, it’s not you we’re after. We want Link.”

“And you think holding me hostage is the best way to achieve that?” Warriors smirked.

“Well, you were traveling together,” the Yiga soldier pointed out, shrugging with one hand. “Your entire group seemed quite close… and you were the easiest to capture.”

Ouch.

Warriors huffed, ignoring that final statement entirely. “Let me rephrase– do you really think he’d sacrifice himself to save me?”

He could practically hear the menacing grin in the Yiga’s voice as he spoke. “I do. And so does the boss.”

The Yiga snapped his fingers, summoning two much larger Yiga. Warriors put on his brave face as they pinned him, undoing his restraints before dragging him away. He kicked and fought against his captors, but he was at too much of a disadvantage. The Yiga soldier he had spoken to laughed maniacally as Warriors was dragged away to Hylia-knows-where.

Warriors faltered, narrowing his eyes. As much as he wanted to believe Wild wouldn’t trade himself in, the Captain knew in his heart that the Champion would do anything to save him or anyone else in the Chain. Any of them would, actually. They all cared too much to not protect each other.

They arrived at a new room, and Warriors was tied up once more. This time, his restraints were tighter, allowing less room to shift around. And he was surrounded by weapons. No way this could go well…

The larger Yiga who had dragged him in here stood straight and tall, resting their hands on the hilts of their swords. “He is a companion of Link, sir,” one of them explained. “We couldn’t get Link, but perhaps if we had a bit of leverage…”

A medium-height, rounder Yiga stomped out to see him. He stamped his foot on the ground, throwing his arms around in a fit. “Why don’t we have Link yet?! Who is this?!” He screeched, crossing his arms.

The Yiga who seemed to be in charge huffed, clearly not happy but still accepting of this arrangement. “Fine. You better get him this time!” He stomped off angrily, muttering to himself as Warriors was left with the Yiga soldiers.

“Well… we need to make sure Link wants to save him,” one of the Yiga said, shrugging as he unsheathed his sword. “Shall we…?”

Warriors woke up bloody and bruised. He was still being held hostage, but that was a good thing– it meant Wild probably hadn’t turned himself in. At least, not yet.

The Captain groaned, wincing as his restraints tugged at tender wounds. The torture wasn't the worst he'd experienced… but, y'know… it's still torture. He would likely be nursing some of the deeper wounds for a week or more, depending on how things played out.

He didn't want Wild to come. Warriors wanted to be rescued, but not at the expense of one of his brothers. And without Wild, the rest of them would surely get food poisoning.

No, Wild wasn't an expendable member of their team. But Warriors was. They would do just fine without him.

The Captain sighed, slumping against the wall of his cell uncomfortably. They would come to rescue him anyway. He had been stupid enough to get stuck in a hostage situation, and his brothers, ever loyal, would surely find and rescue him.

Even if they didn't need him. Even if a rescue wasn't what he deserved. Even if it put Wild at risk. Hell, this was the Champion’s Hyrule– he was probably even leading the charge.

Warriors sighed, running a tired hand down his face. It was a waiting game now. There was nothing more he could do.

–> support me on ao3!!

[xfindingtrouble]

i think talia is how we first met??? so seeing her again is so nostalgic. i love that you picked her up again its so nice to see you return to the asoiaf fandom esp since we both left for the same reasons. recaim that SHIT its 2023 and were going back to our roots.

talia is, in fact, how we met. thankfully the fandom has chilled out for the most part since the 2015-2017 era & i can revisit this muse who has shaped so much of my creativity. i remember being on her blog, lurking on yours, thinking the playlist you had on autoplay was the coolest fucking thing i had ever heard. talia forrester gave me so many friends & great experiences & understanding of my own grief in the exploration of her character. i am sooo thankful we can indulge in this nostalgia together <3

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

y'all might want to take a chill pill and stop complaining about the hype blog. remember there's a *person* behind it. with a life. with limited time. you don't know if they're busy. you don't know if they have things going on, or what they have going on. just because you sent an ask doesn't mean they have to publish it as soon as you send it, or even within a couple of working days. for god's sake, give people time and grace. the entitlement of some people for immediate engagement is absolutely suffocating and can become the root of why people stop engaging with the fandom or feel even more discouraged even though they're trying their best within their own personal circumstances. i'm begging you all to remember that there's a person behind every account within this fandom, with thoughts and feelings just as real as your own. be a little more considerate. stop expecting things when people owe you literally nothing.

👀

[crowscrafts707]

I don't make a lot of posts on here but can I just say-what in the fresh mother of fuck happened to fandoms lately??? Like I mind my business and it's in one ear and out the other, but it seems like people are going absolutely apeshit these days,,, what happened to headcanons? Tf happened to people seeing something they don't like and simply just "huh well ill move on with my life cuz I don't like this character/that person's version and not interact"

Now if you share smth about a character it's like kids freak out and send a witchhunt after you. What happened to fun??? Does anyone remember that?? Having 100s of AUs for everything because if it didn't happen in canon you could just...write/draw whatever you wanted???

I keep seeing people getting attacked over LGBTQIA+ headcanons and people threatening them cuz "tHaTs nOt cAnOn FuCk yOu" and it's atrocious. Yall know the block button is there for a reason??

The internet is your Oyster and yall keep eating the buffet food that yall actively DONT LIKE. curate it how you want. The more hate comments that you send the more you're gonna see that content broski, just choose the not interested option, block, and move on, it's truly not that serious

Also don't freak out over someone else's opinion on a character? Let people enjoy themselves.

Idk maybe I'm just old school and frankly don't care that much about character takes, but making posts about how a character can ONLY be this way and then they lose their mind and start threatening and sending hate when someone else thinks differently.

Like they're fictional bro, they can be anything. Turn them into fucking Shrek if you want to, you have the power, and it's not that serious. So long as it's not an ethnic stereotype, some type of erasure, or that line of shit, who cares.

Make your headcanons, do your fanfics and fanart. And if you see something you don't like-just don't interact???

I wonder if people actually enjoy media sometimes or if they're just using it as an excuse to troll and spread hate. Like do you ever take the stick from out of your man or are you chronically online sitting in your desk chair. Is it fused with your asscrack, have you never felt joy since you shoved the stick up there? Were you born a bitter bitch or did someone else's headcanon character come into your house and hold you hostage?

Long winded rant thing but yeah people need to chill. Another note I'd like to add, cuz this is sort of related to posts I've seen-i saw someone say that 1 character can be trans because he's like...macho masc and shit, but then character 2 can't because character 2 doesn't make masculinity his whole personality and is "too soft" basically. They make character 2 cis, agender, transfem, literally everything else but oh no don't ever make character 2 trans because hEs nOt mAn eNoUgH basically.

which is WILD to me, that's some serious deep rooted gender roles you're projecting brother, but sure. Thing is tho, I blocked and moved on and now it's in one ear and out the other, which I think is smth a lot of people need to do now instead of sending hate threats over FICTIONAL THINGS

Anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk have a great day

[jusst-you-race]

thank you for tagging me @lovelylotusf1 <3

Who is your favourite driver? gotta be oscar probably, but not by much

Do you have other favourite drivers? many. lando, george, max, charles…. i could go on i have a lot of love in my heart and i will root for anyone

Who is your least favourite driver? d ric rubs me the wrong way sometimes but i can get over it

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? i like the teams too!

If you like teams, what team do you pull for? mclaren! they have kiwi roots and im nothing if not devoted to supporting my people. but again, i will root for anyone

How long have you been into f1? okay confession… i am a baby fan…. since january….

What got you into f1? okay this is silly but i read a motogp au fic for another fandom and i loved it so much i needed more racing content and then i remembered my friends had recommended DTS and so i started watching that… then i sprained my ankle and so i watched all of DTS in like three days and uhhh it spiralled and i needed to know everything and now i am here

Do you enjoy fanfic/rpf? sure do! not my first rpf rodeo either

How do you view new fans? i mean i am one lmao… i hope people view new fans kindly tho!

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why? i would suck at this job i hate making decisions it would be a terrible experience for everyone

Are your friends and family into F1 as well? i have a couple friends who are, they’re a lot more chill than i have become though. and my brother has been into f1 for years but he’s very… cishet man about it so we don’t talk much about it

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends? YES a thousand times yes. i love making friends and talking to other people my dms/ask box are ALWAYS open

idk who to tag who hasn’t already done this so if you see this and want to participate consider yourself tagged!

[monstermaster13]

Rooting for Team Aykroyd.

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Sometimes what starts out as a harmless fandom fascination becomes an obsession and mutates to almost viral proportions. Nathan Forester definitely could attest to that, it started in early 2020 with his Dan Aykroyd fandom, he had been getting a lot of attention from the Aykroyd fandom and they really started to fawn over and admire him. But they were especially drawn to the Were-Aykroyd he wrote about, they loved him, they thirsted for him and they wanted him…they wanted him to unleash that inner Aykroyd out. But he was always reluctant to unleash the inner Aykroyd because he knew it would be dangerous but yet he was so tempted to do it. So tempting it was for him to try and transform.

One night he was thinking about that and what it meant for him to gain these Were-Aykroyd powers, he didn’t remember anything much about turning into the Were-Aykroyd form, all he remembered was that Vic hypnotized him and as a Were-Aykroyd, his first Aykroyd character transformation was into Roman Craig and just how thicc and sexy he looked in that form, and he didn’t know whether it was a curse or a blessing, but as a side-effect of turning into a Were-Aykroyd he found that he had superhuman strength and hypnotic powers which he could use to his advantage, but he also found that both sexes had become attracted to him. ‘It’s all so sudden yet I love it, why?’ he couldn’t help but think about that dream he had during the first wave of Covid-19, the library scene in particular. It took place in England, and had Aykroyd characters in it.

That scene in particular made him ponder, the scene in particular had him hiding out from these Aykroyd characters but he wondered why…the characters weren’t going to hurt him but they were chasing after him anyway. ‘Why was I so afraid of them? They didn’t seem like they wanted to hurt me.’ As he did, he looked around and saw that he was about to go into another vision, but as he did he noticed that he sensed something was wrong. A chill ran down his spine as he heard the voices. ‘Naaaathan, Naaathan.’ ‘What? Oh no…don’t tell me.’ He looked around and that’s when he saw them, the Aykroyds from the dream.

“Oh no, this can’t be.”

“Hello dear brother.”

“Not you guys again.”

‘Aaaaw..what’s wrong brother? You don’t seem like your typical Aykroydian self.’ ‘Yeah, you look like you don’t want to play with us. Don’t you love us?’ ‘I do it’s just…I was NOT expecting you to be here.’ ‘Oh weren’t you? Don’t you worry, we know how to make you feel better.’

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want you around, it’s just I am afraid.”

“Afraid of what? You’re our brother, the Were-Aykroyd.”

‘Exactly, i’m afraid of losing myself again and becoming him. I cannot control the transformations sometimes and you guys just don’t help in the slightest.’ ‘Are you saying we don’t help you? Because we do help you, we help you a lot.’ ‘In what way? Hypnotizing me and turning me into the Were-Aykroyd?’. ‘Oh yes, and it feels wonderful doesn’t it? To let go of your troubles and to become he.’ ‘Look, I love having Were-Aykroyd powers and all but I wish I could control him, he’s dangerous. He’s like Leatherface but with Hannibal Lecter’s brilliant intelligence and Herbert West thrown in.’

“Now now, don’t you just love turning into him? I know you love it.”

"It's strange though being him…"

"But isn't your Aykroydian form so thicc and sexy?"

"Uhhhhhhhh."

Nathan turned and he saw Grocer from Grosse Pointe Blank…’As a member of your extended brotherhood of Aykroyds i’d like to say that I think you need to embrace your Aykroydian side more often. I mean we love you as yourself but also the Were-Aykroyd is part of you too, and whether or not you want to embrace it, that’s who you are…at night at least.’ ‘I suppose you’re right.’ ‘Look, we’re all a little bit insane here. I mean look at me.’ ‘True, you are one of the craziest Aykroyd characters, next to J.P Valkenheiser of course.’

“Now don’t you feel a lot better?”

“Not really..”

The monsterologist decided to head for the door and make a run for it, which he did…running through the lab and making a dash towards the kitchen. He wasn’t one of those characters in horror movies that is too stupid to know they are being chased by a killer or anything, oh no…he knew that the Aykroyds would likely follow him so he decided to take a second shortcut towards the living room and his library, he opened up a skull bookcase which took him to a special hiding spot. ‘Those Aykroyds won’t get me here.’ He closed the doors and windows but just as he did, he began to think about that dream, those Aykroyds were after his best friends in the dream and they were trying to turn those friends too. There was that scene in which a woman got transformed and Aykroyded up and that made him jealous. He blushed, feeling embarrassed that he liked the idea of that happening.

He made a run for it again before hiding behind a book-shelf, only to encounter the Aykroyds again. ‘There you are.’ ‘Oh no, how did you guys get here?’ ‘You can’t hide from us, and we know that you cannot resist our Aykroydian charm.’ Nathan panicked, looking at Austin Milbarge and Elwood, before looking back at Grocer and feeling foolish. ‘I know, it’s just…I.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘I’ve been thinking about all those people getting Aykroyded up in my dream, and I want it to happen to me.’

Darren ‘Mother’ Roskow looked over at Nathan and got ecstatic…’you want to be the Were-Aykroyd we know and love and also want to Aykroyd out? That’s great, I thought we were going to have to force you to do it.’ 'Aaaaw, you wouldn't do that.' 'Of course, not if you asked nicely.' 'Can I become…a Were-Aykroyd like you tell me that I am?', 'Why yes…' 'Tell me the Aykroyd character you dreamed about when you had the dream.'

"Jimmy Flaherty."

"Ah, a favorite of mine."

Vic used his voice and his alluring electric blue eyes to put Nathan into a trance-like state and helped him to remember the dream. 'Vic, I remember everything that happened. I remembered I was running from you, I was running away from all those Aykroyds, because they were after my friends.' 'But we didn't mean to, we just wanted your friends to know how grateful we are for you and your wonderful twisted mind and for bringing us into your world.'

"So you didn't mean to do that?"

"We wouldn't harm anyone we consider a friend of yours, brother."

"That's good."

"Now are you ready to become an Aykroyd?"

"Yes…i'm ready to be the Were-Aykroyd I know I am."

Nathan drifted off and concentrated, thinking about the dream and how erotic the transformation sounded in description…becoming a thicc, sexy Were-Aykroyd. He remembered looking in the mirror and seeing Dan Aykroyd stare at him back, this was natural. 'You like the idea of becoming Jimmy don't you?' 'Mmmm…yes, chubby thicc sexy Jimmy Flaherty.' 'Envision yourself becoming him.' 'Yes, brothers.' A warm sensation slowly crept up his arms, his arms themselves slowly broadened and contorted, a selection of hairs slowly grew on them as the hairs darkened while also sprouting on his hands which enlarged. The hairs on his hands also darkened as his skin matured.

In the dream in which this happened, he remembered a hypnosis sequence and that sequence along with the infamous massage sequence made him want to happen and to become Aykroydian, he remembered that it was natural to have those kind of feelings, he was a Were-Aykroyd after all and he wanted to embrace that part of him. He was a KING Were-Aykroyd after all, who had been taught how to master his abilities. It wasn't easy though, each night he would have dream after dream of turning and he'd turn, slipping off into a trance-like state and letting Dan take over him.

"Doesn't that feel so good? Look at you, you're going to be perfect as Jimmy."

"I am?"

"Oh yes…"

The Were-Aykroyd was more than just any old Were-Aykroyd though, and he was the top of his type in terms of his power and prowess, he could hypnotize others and make them Aykroydian too and he loved it. Nathan couldn't help but purr as his torso and chest slowly broadened, pumping up as brownish hairs slowly grew on them and downwards to his stomach, making him groan and feel oh so good about it. His stomach slowly plumped up as his shirt strained, buttons popped off the shirt as his shirt slowly turned into a green and brownish shirt with various badges that reflected the Boston Celtics basketball team. He had always tried to hide his Were-Aykroydism from his friends, but the Were-Aykroyd always found a way to surface, making him want to transform, making him want to be this thicc powerful Aykroydian champion.

"Look how thicc and adorable you're looking at the moment, at this rate…you'll be quite a sexy beast."

"Me? Sexy?"

"Now don't be modest, you know the Were-Aykroyd side is extraordinarily sexy."

Those dreams he often had about transforming were a calling to him, a calling to him via the Were-Aykroyd and his hypnotic influence, he couldn't hide from that side of him for long and he knew that the urge to spread his Aykroydian gift to his closest friends was getting closer and he couldn't help but imagine his friends being transfrmed and turned into fellow Were-Aykroyds. 'I wouldn't do that to my friends.' 'Oh but don't you want them to be as thicc and sexy as you are.'

"I guess so…"

"Don't you mean you know so?"

"Uhhh…maybe, but mmm…is this transformation supposed to be THIS sexy?"

He examined his transforming body and couldn't help but purr a little bit as he felt his legs contorting and growing, in the process his rear gradually plumped up, it was always this part of the transformation that entranced him, making him want it, being such a 'good Were-Aykroyd', he couldn't help but embrace what was happening to him as his jeans warped bit bit by it into a pair of pants that went with the top of his outfit, he didn't remember being a fan of the 'Boston Celtics' but the Were-Aykroyd within was telling him that he was. His height adjusted itself from 5'7 to 6'1 as his shoulders and back broadened, he groaned as he examined his appearance in the mirror…his eyes gave off a supernatural glow for a few seconds as if he had been possessed, which was basically how it went when it came to being taken over by the Aykroyd side of him.

Turning Aykroydian made him feel more alive than her ever felt, he examined his belly and his arms, looking down at his shoes…he could hear them cracking and tearing as his feet slowly and gradually contorted and enlarged, his shoes and socks tearing apart to reveal his larger feet, as a tingling sensation connected two of the toes on each foot to the knuckle, his feet now fully Aykroyd-like. When he first turned into the Were-Aykroyd, he felt soooo alien in his transforming body…but yet he wondered why it felt so erotic to see himself become like this, looking in the mirror he sometimes he would become entranced by his own Aykroydian appearance.

His neckline altered while his hair became wavier, turning darker as his forehead pulsated and grew and his eyebrows thickened. One eye turned green while the other remained brown and his eyes widened, his nose broadened as a small cleft materialized in the middle of it as his features plumped up and contorted. His features slowly and gradually becoming Aykroydian, looking down he knew he was turning into Jimmy Flaherty and there was no way of getting around it. Turning Aykroydian made him feel more alive than her ever felt, he examined his belly and his arms, looking down at his shoes…he could hear them cracking and tearing as his feet slowly and gradually contorted and enlarged, his shoes and socks tearing apart to reveal his larger feet, as a tingling sensation connected two of the toes on each foot to the knuckle, his feet now fully Aykroyd-like. When he first turned into the Were-Aykroyd, he felt soooo alien in his transforming body…but yet he wondered why it felt so erotic to see himself become like this, looking in the mirror he sometimes he would become entranced by his own Aykroydian appearance. His neckline altered while his hair became wavier, turning darker as his forehead pulsated and grew and his eyebrows thickened. One eye turned green while the other remained brown and his eyes widened, his nose broadened as a small cleft materialized in the middle of it as his features plumped up and contorted. His features slowly and gradually becoming Aykroydian, looking down he knew he was turning into Jimmy Flaherty and there was no way of getting around it. His voice deepened and contorted, his accent and tone slowly shifting into an Aykroydian imitation of a Bostonian, in his mind he was beginning to feel like he always had that voice and that appearance, and like he was a fan of the Celtics. ‘That’s right, I always love my Celtics.’ ‘That’s right, Jimmy…of course you do.’

A couple of minutes later his mind and personality altered, becoming Aykroydian and reflecting those of the character he was turning into…’Nathan’ didn’t seem to matter anymore, as there was now only the Were-Aykroyd and this Were-Aykroyd chose to be Jimmy Flaherty from Celtic Pride. Jimmy had enlisted the help of these other Aykroyds to turn one of his friends into a Were-Aykroyd, he set up a special gaming area near the research center but this gaming center was cursed. Basically whoever entered it would end up turning into a Were-Aykroyd. And Jimmy knew Nathan’s friend Victoria was likely investigating the place. Surely enough, she was. The mischief loving, halloween obsessed prankster queen was exploring the place dubbed ‘Neonvale’ to investigate the rumors of the Were-Aykroyd curse.

She hadn’t gotten far when she saw a spare machine/console that hadn’t been touched and as she began to give it a test run, the console worked fine but then she saw something startling in the video screens, she saw a video image of herself, but it was one that was of her turning into a Were-Aykroyd. Thinking quickly she stepped away from the console and looked in the reflection of the screen, only to hear an unsettling gurgling sensation coming from her stomach, she gasped as she clutched onto her stomach. She examined her arms as they slowly broadened and contorted, developing hairs on them that turned a darker shade of brown, her hands slowly broadened too as her purple nail-polish began to fade and hairs sprouted forth on the palms of her hands, her fingers thickened in the process. She attempted to cast a spell to undo the transformation but it seemed that she was already beginning to turn, her dark purple tank top with the five or six different buttons tightened while her torso and chest broadened, her skin slowly matured as it lost some of its somewhat pale appearance, she looked at her chest in time to see her breasts retract into it, brown hairs slowly coated her chest and torso and headed downwards towards her stomach which pumped up and inflated, pushing against her top and causing the buttons to pop off.

With a couple of ripping sounds her top ripped off, remaining only a few partial parts of it on her upperbody which was much larger than usual as her legs contorted and bulked in size, lengthening as her shapely rear began to lose its curves but thicken, growing larger than normal and straining against the back of her leggings, her privates altering into the more masculine variant as her thicc rear threatened to burst out of the back of her leggings. She grasped her rear with her hands and began to feel…oddly entranced by it, she couldn’t help but look at herself in the screen’s reflection and see the thicc sexy Were-Aykroyd she was so obviously mutating into. There was a loud creaking and cracking sound as her feet enlarged, swelling and contorting, and bursting out of her black boots and through her socks as two of the toes on each foot conjoined at the knuckle, becoming webbed in appearance.

She groaned as her back and shoulders broadened, she slowly grew in height to 6’1 as her neckline altered, her hair turning from her normal blackish color to dark brown as her forehead grew and pulsated, her brow contorting as her eyebrows thickened and her eyes widened. One of her eyes turned from blue to brownish while the second one turned green, as her nose broadened and small cleft materialized in the middle of it, her features slowly plumped up and contorted, slowly warping and morphing…becoming less like her own and more Aykroydian as her voice deepened and matured to match her appearance. It wasn’t long until she fully resembled the Were-Aykroyd she saw in the reflection of the screen, she coughed as her voice took on the signature Aykroydian tone that went with her appearance. ‘I have to warn everyone.’ ‘It’s too late to do that now, look at you.’

Victoria was known for being a mistress of the night, all the night was her world, she was a city light painted girl, to her in the day nothing mattered, it was the night time that flattered. She was always in control of her magic and her supernatural powers, but that was being taken from her by the Were-Aykroyd she was becoming. That was just the way becoming a Were-Aykroyd often was, in the night…no control, through the wall something was breaking, the Were-Aykroyd from within was wearing black as he walked down the street of her soul, he was taking her self control. And she always had been living for the night, but now more than ever due to his influence she was made to live for the night and began to wonder why as he took her self control.

A few minutes later and she was remembering things differently, she was remembering he was a Were-Aykroyd and he remembered that he was helping the other Aykroyds bring in potential new members for Dan/The Were-Aykroyd’s group, he remembered he had mastered how to hypnotize people and turn them and he remembered creating Neonvale as a means of doing so, using these highly addictive games to do so. ‘Ah yes, there we go. I’m much better now. I just needed to clear my mind. And my, nobody told me being a Were-Aykroyd would be so sexy.’ He of course knew how it felt the first time, to bulk up and turn into one of Dan’s own, he recalled that Dan admired his hard work and thought his ideas were fantastic.

And naturally he was a spectacular specimen, being a Were-Aykroyd had so many perks to it such as turning into different Aykroyd characters each night. Like one night he would be Beldar, the next he’d be Elwood Blues, the next one after that he’d be Grocer…and so on. Naturally getting to be so many Aykroyd characters was enthralling to him, he genuinely felt so good being Aykroyd-like and he knew that Dan aka the Were-Aykroyd who turned him was genuinely nice and cared for him. Dan would never betray his friends or hurt them, and anyone who attempted to hurt him or his ‘brothers’ would get Aykroyded themselves in the process.

“How is everything going over there?”

‘Perfect. With more people getting addicted to the games, the more Aykroyds are being added by the minute. It is absolutely capital and perfection in action.’ ‘Excellent, we’ve got a new Were-Aykroyd we want you to meet.’ ‘Excellent, i’ll be right there.’ The new Were-Aykroyd was transported over to the library where all of the Aykroyd characters were, and that’s where he ran across Jimmy Flaherty, who was ready to turn some more people. ‘Welcome fellow Aykroyd, are you ready to help us?’ ‘Yes…I am.’ ‘Let’s do it.’

With that, the Aykroyds began the next step of their plan and Jimmy Flaherty had decided that the next lucky person to get the Were-Aykroyd treatment would be a favorite character of his…Derek Hale. ‘Ah yes, he’ll be perfect.’ He set the plan in motion as he and the other Aykroyds used a special tracking spell to track down Derek, it wasn’t long until Jimmy entranced Derek and turned him, turning him into a fellow Were-Aykroyd who wanted to be such a good brother to his siblings.

It just goes to show, sometimes an obsession can start off as a little thing but grow/mutate over time and that’s where the Aykroyd fandom comes in and that’s where the Were-Aykroyd comes in, naturally becoming a Were-Aykroyd also has a lot of similarities to becoming an Aykroyd fan or a fan in general only of course you turn into sexy Dan Aykroyd as a bonus, sometimes you may not be able to control it, but sometimes…if you can figure it out, you definitely can find ways to use it to your advantage.

[noforkingclue]

I need some dark!doctor fic please. Can u pls make one with ganger!doctor being dark, acting on the doctor feeling for you, as his own? Whether the original doctor ended up dark too or not is up to u. I just need to read more dark doc fic pls. Thanks in advance.

I decided to go for dark!Doctor and dark!ganger for this. Can't resist a bit of dark!Doc.

Warning: dark fic

Title: Feeling the Same

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You could feel his eyes on you. Whenever you were in the same room as him, his attention was solely on you. There was something about him that made you feel uneasy and not just because he was a copy of your best friend.

There was a look in his eyes. A dark, longing hunger that chilled you to the core. The way he always watched you from the shadows or automatically know which room you were in. You knew you should’ve raised your concerns to the Doctor but you didn’t want to worry him. He had enough on his plate as it was and you didn’t want to add anything extra. Besides, tensions were high enough as it was. You didn’t want to create further conflict between the humans and gangers by what could be easily explained by a perfectly innocent explanation.

Well, at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

All it took was one little slip up. You had been so careful, sticking close by Amy and Rory for most of the time. You suspected that they might’ve known something was wrong but they didn’t say anything. You hadn’t even realised that you were alone in the room with the ganger Doctor until a cold hand touched your shoulder. You jumped in the air and spun around as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Y/n.”

It was so strange to hear your voice come out of his mouth. You took a step back and he smiled at the action. He took another half step towards you but stopped when he saw you flinch.

“I know what he thinks about you.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice. Identical to the Doctor’s and yet he wasn’t him.

“What he feels about you.”

Your breath hitched as you looked up and realised he as directly in front of you. He smiled at you in what you assumed was meant to be a reassuring way. It did nothing to calm your nerves. You were rooted to the stop as he raised his hand and brushed a bit of hair behind your ear. He cupped your cheek and said,

“Do you know why?”

“N… no.”

He leant closer, brushing his lips against your cheek.

“Because I feel the same.”

*

You knew that you should’ve been relieved. The ganger Doctor was gone, dead. You were free of his ever following eyes. Amy and Rory decided to have a break from the TARDIS but you chose to stay on board. They lived together while you lived on your own and you didn’t fancy being on your own just yet.

You shivered as you hugged yourself and looked around the console room. You couldn’t get rid of the feeling of eyes watching you. You froze as you saw the Doctor watching you. He was leaning against the wall eyes locked on you. You found yourself rooted to the spot as he pushed himself off the wall and sauntered over towards you. Memories of what the ganger told you resurfaced and you found yourself edging towards the doors.

“You think she’ll let you leave?”

You narrowed your eyes at the Doctor as he continued,

“Feeling the same remember?”

[hellofeanor]

Fëanorian Quenya

Hey friends! Do you like elves? Do you like the Silmarillion? Do you like Fëanor and co? And most of all, do you like spending hours thinking about minor details pertaining to made-up languages??? If so, boy do I have a treat for you! Let’s delve into the weird world of Fëanorian Quenya and explore some history and mechanics of why they talk Like That.

I’ve seen a lot of posts joking about the Fëanorian lisp, which is about as funny as a joke about a speech impediment can be. 👍 It’s important to understand, though, that this IS a joke. No, they didn’t really speak with a lisp. Yes, they did pronounce some S sounds as TH. That’s the critical disclaimer here: SOME. It’s not a blanket pronunciation. There’s a lot of background research that goes into determining which words would be pronounced with S and which would be TH, and that’s what we’re going to look at.

So if this is something you’ve come across in fandom and you’re not totally sure on the details, or if you ARE sure and just want some more in-depth info, read on.

The stuff probably everybody knows already

For anyone who’s been hanging around the Fëanorian corner of the Silm fandom for more than three minutes, there’s about a 100% chance you’ve heard of Fëanor’s penchant for retaining an archaic TH pronunciation after the majority of the Noldor went ahead and started pronouncing this sound as S instead. You may also know that this sound is represented by the letter thorn (Þ) in HoME, but since thorn doesn’t exist in modern English orthography and it’s a pain to keep typing the ALT code, I’m sticking to TH here. Anyway, all this was due to the fact that Fëanor was a huge mama’s boy, and his mom Míriel Therindë (later called Serindë, which made Fëanor want to punch walls and possibly also fellow elves) was an outlier who retained the TH after it fell out of use. Her son Fëanor, in turn, kept this up to honor her. Now, whether or not he would have bothered if this sound hadn’t literally been a critical part of her name is debatable, but that debate is outside the scope of this essay.

Fëanor continued to use the TH pronunciation until his death, and required his sons to use it as well. Finwë, however, switched over to S after the death of Míriel and before his marriage to Indis. Fëanor, reasonable and level-headed as he was, took this as a personal insult and decided that anybody who rejected TH likewise rejected him. So presumably, his loyal followers would have obeyed his totally reasonable demands not to give in to the seductive S-shift.

Why tho

Why did the Noldor decide to alter their pronunciation from TH to S? Great question. Nobody really knows. For the hell of it? IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But the important thing to understand is that elves, and especially Noldor, were really committed to making sure their language sounds cool. This is why it changed so much and so comparatively quickly for an immortal population: they were actively invested in changing it. They liked inventing new words and exploring new sounds and messing around with grammar.

So at some point some influential Noldo might have been like, hey y’all, let’s stop saying TH and say S instead! And everyone (except Míriel I guess, who was known for her elegant manner of speech and didn’t want to muck that up by changing pronunciation of a whole letter) was like, whoa, capital idea my good egg. And they went with it. Previous ideas along these lines included ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying KH and say H instead’ and ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying Z and say R instead’, and those went over swimmingly. Nobody could have foreseen the problem this TH to S business would cause.

Now here’s a fun fact. There was another change to Noldorin pronunciation that happened AFTER Fëanor’s birth, that he himself was involved in. This one was all about bilabial to labiodental F. And those sure are some words, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about (I don’t blame you), BILABIAL is a more whispery sound that happens when you say F using only air passing through your pursed lips, and LABIODENTAL is when you say F with your top teeth touching your bottom lip. Going forward I’m going to use PH to represent the bilabial sound, and F for the labiodental.

So F got on the radar of the Noldor via the Teleri, who used this sound in their language. And ol’ Fëanor figured it would be awesome to incorporate it into Quenya because he thought the PH sounded too close to HW, and the two were getting confused by lazy speakers. Why did he care? Because of his dad’s name and his own, of course. If people started to get lazy in their pronunciation, we’d end up with Hwinwë and Hwëanáro, which would be terrible and stupid and unacceptable. He accused the Vanyar of leaning down that road, and he wanted to stop that kind of shift before it happened to the Noldor. How to do that? Why, by instigating a different shift from traditional Noldorin PH to Telerin F!

“Hey y’all, let’s stop saying PH and say F instead!”

“Whoa, capital idea my good egg.”

Moral of the story: Fëanor is only concerned with Quenya pronunciation insofar as it affects his own name and the names of family members he likes. He does not care whether it’s staying the same or moving to a new sound so long as it personally makes him feel good and his name sound cool. Therefore the true way to piss him off would be to call him Curuhwinwë Hwëanáro, son of Serindë.

Okay so here’s how it works

Now that history is out of the way, let’s get back to how TH was used by the Fëanorians. As I mentioned earlier, TH wasn’t a blanket pronunciation. It all depended on the original form of the word, and whether the root had a TH or an S. And some very similar-sounding words come from different roots, so this can get tricky. A great resource that’ll give you this information is Eldamo: Quenya words where the S was originally TH are marked out with the Þ (thorn) symbol in the wordlist.

Some examples:

Súlë (spirit, breath) comes from the root THŪ, which means it would be pronounced with a TH. Silma (white crystal) comes from the root SIL, so it and related words like Silmaril would be pronounced with an S. No Fëanorian would say Thilmaril. Isil (moon), however, is a similar-sounding word that comes from a different root: THIL. Olos (mass of flowers) comes from the word LOTH, but: Olos (dream) comes from the root LOS. Fëanorian pronunciation would immediately differentiate between these two words.

While Fëanorians may have retained the distinct pronunciation of TH vs S, other Noldor can still differentiate between original S and S-that-used-to-be-TH in their writing. There are specific tengwar to use depending on the word’s original form. Silmë (the one that looks like a 6) is used for original S, while súlë (or thúlë, the one that looks like an h) is used for original TH.

Which other elves used this sound in their speech?

Fandom has really latched on to this TH as a Fëanorian thing, but it wasn’t that exclusively. The TH sound was actually ubiquitous in other elven languages, and in Valinor, only the Noldor dropped it. It was still used in Telerin and in Vanyarin Quendya. The Vanyar retained the TH not because of anything to do with Míriel, but just because they were a little more conservative and their language didn’t pick up on all the changes that the Noldor made. They also noped out of the Z to R shift the Noldor initiated, opting to keep the Z around.

When Indis married Finwë, she stopped using the normal Vanyarin TH and switched over to S as a gesture of loyalty to him and his people. Finarfin, however, out of love for the Vanyar and Teleri, switched BACK to TH. I like to think about how much it would have annoyed Fëanor that his snot-nosed kid brother was speaking correctly, but for the wrong reason. Go down one more generation, and Galadriel very specifically did not use TH. But this time it was absolutely a choice made as a glaring middle finger to Fëanor.

What this means for your fanfic or whatever

The big takeaway here: you can’t just have Fëanorians replace every S with TH and call it a day.

If you’re inventing names for your Fëanorian OCs or coming up with phrases for them to say, it’s important to look into the history of all Quenya S-words you end up using to determine if they should be S or TH. If Fëanor got mad about somebody saying Serindë instead of Therindë, he’d get equally mad about somebody saying Thilmaril instead of Silmaril and assume they were mocking him. Remember: this is a dude with no chill. (On the other hand, if you WANT somebody to be mocking Fëanor, Galadriel would 100% do this because she has an equally negligible amount of chill.)

It’s also important to note that the TH isn’t a true shibboleth, since pretty much all elves EXCEPT the non-Fëanorian Noldor use it. And even the S-preferring Noldor would still be able to pronounce the TH. Those who went into exile would go on to use it commonly in Sindarin, and those who remained in Valinor would still encounter it among the Vanyar and Teleri. So if you’re writing a scene where somebody has to pronounce a TH word to prove their loyalty… yeah, everyone can pass this test. And in the opposite direction, you can’t use TH to prove somebody’s an evil Fëanorian, either. They might just be Vanyarin or something. Or, like. Really Old.

Would the sons (and followers) of Fëanor keep using TH after his death? Oh hell yeah. This is an entire family unfamiliar with the concept of not dying on hills. They will keep using it unto the ending of the world. Actually, with Sindarin becoming the common language of Middle-earth from the First Age, probably not a lot of change happened in exilic Quenya. It became a lore language: a piece of living history. It would have been preserved as it was when the original speakers left Valinor.

(And then, thousands of years later, Galadriel finally returns home to Tirion like, Long have mine eyes awaited this most blissful of sights, and ne’er hath my sprit soared with such grace, for I am returned! And all the Amanyar Noldor stare at her like, whatchu bangin on bout, eh? Because they had nothing better to do in the peace of Valinor than push Quenya to brave and frankly questionable new horizons.)

Anyway, there you go: a somewhat brief history of Fëanorian Quenya. I hope you found this informative and useful, or at the very least not boring. Obvs this is super condensed and, uh, not particularly scholarly, but I promise I know what I’m talking about. I have a university degree! (Not in anything even remotely related to what’s written above, but I hardly see how that’s relevant. It’s still a DEGREE.)

Questions? Need clarification or want more info? My asks are always open!

[puppet-limbo]

Right???

Can you imagine how different of a game Pikmin 4 could've been if we actually got to dive into all the implications and mysterious aspects of it all??

If we got a peek at a bit of a darker game if rescuing people wasn't just "Ah! Here's another sleeping person! Unharmed and safe! These Leaflings are just sleeping now, don't worry about it! We have spare helmets for later and we dont have to worry about what the person went through before becoming a Leafling because they don't remember! No rush here! Everyone is very chill about being stuck on this planet"

On one hand, leaving things ambiguous and open ended can make for a lot of fun fan theories, speculation, and various interpretations that can be so fun! But on the other hand, I wanna know!! 😭 I wanna know what the deal is and what's really happening!

Maybe Pikmin 5 will give us answers...

Like, if each castaway can have different hair colour depending on what order you saved them in and other things are determined by what order you complete them in, what if by not saving someone in time, there's actual consequences? Or not curing a Leafling in time means similar things to what Io experiences like having biological changes to yourself and lasting effects??

I know that'd make for a stressful experience but it's fun to think of the "What ifs" 😅😂 especially when it comes to the Leaflings! Give me Bernard with root patterns in his skin or a tail or Olimar with a scar pattern on his head due to being connected to the Leafling part of him for so long (I think it was at least a month or so he was stuck on PNF-404, maybe not a Leafling that long but still!), or cool coloured parts on people's bodies where sure the leaves are gone but the bright colours remained!

Like you're telling me glow sap fixes everything perfectly no matter how long someone has been a Leafling??? I do not believe it 😤

I'm also curious about the Sage Leaf! I get the feeling that even if the others had tried to cure him, nothing would've happened. I just get the feeling he's been there for many years (despite the fact his space suit does look like every other castaway's. Would've been cool if it looked different if he indeed has been stuck on this world for years or so 👀 like an older model of previous space suits. Maybe even back when space exploration was new to the star folk!)

I'm also stumped on the nods and mentions to Pikmin 2 and other Pikmin games 🤔 I've heard theories that maybe Pikmin 1 & 4 are now merged, and that Pikmin 2 & 3 happen in an alternate timeline?? Something to think about for sure

Guess we'll see what they do with the next game and what direction this series will be taken in! Cuz you can just feel that there's all kinds of mysterious things going on with PNF-404 itself, the Pikmin, why everything is the way it is such as perfectly in tact houses and food items, etc. Etc.

As for Olimar saying Pikmin 2 was a dream, I think that log was made before he became a Leafling 🤔 but then again I'm not 100% solid on the timeline of events. So I'm unsure if his memory would be affected before he's transformed. But it is odd that he even knows Louie in this game to behin with! As I believe he only met him for the first time in Pikmin 2, but I've only played 4 and just started 3 so I could be wrong 😅

Either way it's still odd to poke at the other games when we the audience are unclear what's actually happening or will happen canonically; what is your aim, Nintendo? 👁👁

And yeah! Io is such a fun character and I love seeing her story and such whenever you post about her! ^.^

Seeing you and others in the Pikmin fandom post about their pikmin personas/OCs has helped me build up some courage to maybe post about my own one day! It could be fun!

At the very least I have some self indulgent yet fun AU ideas for the Rescue Corps XD plus I'm determined to theorize about the planet and how it all works!

Poor Collin 😅😂 "Excuse me?! Easy?!?! Darling that was the worst thing I've ever gone through!"

@puppet-limbo

I....... SCREENSHOTTED THIS SOOOO FAST!!! saved it... and now its in my computer (and my heart) forever....

INHALLLESSSS

BECAUSE RIGHT!!!

It's so mysterious because...the game really doesn't delve into more of these implications than just to say, oh!! They're rescued now! It has me... pondering... like, only if Pikmin 4 increased the demand, the urgency, such as timing... as they had it in Pikmin 1. By chance, there could've been a heightened sense of... oh no, this characters gonna die... how would this change the trajectory of the game, the story line... and all, by posing intrigue!!!

What will the "death" of this character reveal to me? Will this force me to the beginning of the game depending on its significance? Does this make me care more about my mission?

MAYBE... That'd make it convoluted -

and hopefully not as superfluous as that planetary list, but i didn't say anything

being that there's quite a handful of castaways to rescue... but... not all of them are leaflings. If there was just a little more push... a different motivation, such as to say, "Come on, recruit!!! Lives are counting on you!"

BECAUSE!!! You're in the Rescue Corps! It's no longer solely in Olimar's perspective! So, perhaps a...setback... to the mystery of leaflings was the application of the "collecting" role/formula of gameplay, (i.e, the sparklium, ship parts, and pokos)....so... with a little less "collecting" and a little more story-telling and focus on castaways, it would've allowed more room for an expansion of leaflings! With this, they could've confirmed whether it was, as you said, parasitic or DNA integration - or, at the very least, come closer to a definitive answer rather than just... ope... everything's okay now because of glow sap!

I'm so stumped too, that, in one of Olimar's logs, he reflects of the circumstances of Pikmin 2 to be a "bad dream"...

But!! Could this just be his memory loss? A side effect of being a leafling for as long as he was? BAH! A girl can dream, it just seems Pikmin 4 tossed the concepts of Pikmin 2 not to mention the obliteration of Pikmin 3 for some reason seeing that they changed the whole purpose to why Louie is on PNF-404 to begin with... or... unless... Louie forgot too...............

but that's just a theory..........

ALSO!!! AWWW thank you so so so much! I'm so flattered that you feel that way about Io and her story!! ;w; CUS SDLJHSFKJ OH GOSH, I'm confident Collin would.... do his little sad face.... like...

"Io..."

and Io's like, "It's too easy!" ... to be fair, her time as a leafling is most likely a HUGE blur! So... he's like...

"Easy?!" LKJSDFLKJSFD