#she honestly comes off as being p unhinged I love that for her

[deci-doodles]

Attempted design for Nabu Malikata/Goddess of Flowers

Not super satisfied with the skirt but welp I tried lol

+ Bonus Caixia doodle coz I missed her

[tilly-tilly-2827]

Leave it by Degrees #6

The unhinged love story loosely based on Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost that I can't get out of my head.

Synopsis: "What have we done?"

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Previous chapter from here

Benedict was at the entrance of Out of The Blue at 19:00 sharp. Being led by a six seat table in the terrace, he had to chuckle seeing Sophie Beckett wearing the same navy suit with a white collar shirt, while the other ladies sat next to her were respectfully in their holidays attires; one in a teal colored summer dress, the other in a pink floral A-line.The restaurant was placed at the end of the island, on one of the seaside Villas, and Benedict silently observed the three musketeers from a distance; the two girls were absolutely dazed by the sunset before them, while the other seemed to be completely focused on the small bucket of breadsticks before them. Somehow Benedict couldn’t take his eyes off the girl who sat at the edge of the table, her short brown curls waving in the ocean breeze, the sunset giving her a radiant gleam. The absolute fascination, joy, and wonder on her face ticked something inside him, as if a certain gear had been reattached to their place in his anatomy. 

“I love that you are more invested in the scenery than me, Ms. Beckett.”  He grinned as he slid into the seat in front of her. Her moss green eyes hardened as her gaze met his, Benedict felt a lump in his throat. Didn’t she want him, like she whispered last night? That she needed him?  Quite honestly, her heated gaze last night was the only thing that he decided to join the dinner, to perhaps grab her offer when she was not, well, heavily drugged. Well, maybe not just her gaze, Benedict secretly thought to himself as he again sized her up over her suit of armor. Yes.Perfect. 

“Mr. Bridgerton.” Sophie gave a brief nod, “Thank you for coming. This is Posy Reiling, she would be negotiating the deal…”

Posy gave a little cough. 

“…This is my step sister. Posy.” 

“Nice to meet you, thank you so much for saving my sister.” Posy smiled sweetly, “Please, call me Posy.” 

“Posy, nice to meet you…”

But just as he was about to shake his hand, there was a huge crashing sound from the back, followed by a small yelp. Benedict was quite surprised to see Hugh Woodson collapsed on the wooden floor, papers and papers of Emails dancing around the air, his laptop screen miserably cracked in two. 

“Hugh, are you all right?”

Benedict hurried from his seat, reaching out to help him, but he was a second late. Hugh was already taking Posy’s hand, with a dreamlike daze in his eyes he had never seen before. 

“Are you hurt?” Posy peered into Hugh’s brown eyes, her neck craning up to match his lean figure, “I’m terribly sorry about your laptop.”

“I, I…I’m…Huu, Hu…”

“Hugh.” Posy smiled sweetly, shaking his shivering hand. “I’m Posy.”

The whole universe stopped for just a second, the orange sunset shining from the distance between them. As if everything was in slow motion, Benedict watched Hugh’s pale face turn into the same shade as the sky before them. 

“P, Posy.” He stuttered, “My sister loves Posies. We, we have a patch in our gardens,” Hugh was still shaking Posy’s hand, his glasses almost slipping out from the bridge of his nose . “The, the most beautiful flower in the universe, in my opinion…”

The three watched in awe as Posy’s cheeks turned into a deep shade of crimson, and Hugh wrapped both of his hands into hers.

“Y, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” 

“Thank you, Hugh.” 

“I, I, I…I fell for you.” 

“You fell for me?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Both Sophie and Benedict snorted sparkling water out from her nostrils. Kate casually took a bite of a breadstick, almost as if she were watching a rom-com on a Friday night. 

“Was it just me or did I just hear a love declaration?”

Benedict sputtered, not quite processing the scene that laid before him, and by the flabbergasted look from Sophie, he knew she had the exact same reaction. 

“I’m afraid I heard it too.”

Hugh, still grasping Posy’s hand into his, fell into one knee, his usually wandering eyes looking straight into Posy’s blue ones, with fervent passion Benedict had never seen on him. 

“I am in love with you.”

“Oh,” 

“Wow.” 

“Damn”

“Posy, will you marry me?”

“Should I stop him?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

Benedict quickly peeled Hugh from the floor (“But I haven’t got her answer!” He cried out. “But Hugh, you don’t even know her full name!”), also picking up the papers on the floor. Sophie quickly joined him, but when the two raised their heads, the couple was already seated at the table shoulder to shoulder, happily giggling over a cup of lemonade. Barely five minutes have passed but they were already like a couple on the honeymoon faze. 

“Well, that was quick.” 

“I know.” Sophie softly said. “But it was quite beautiful, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Benedict smiled, taking a stack of paper from Sophie’s hands. “It’s not everyday you get to see people fall in love,”

“Just like a movie,”

“So, you wish for romance as well, Ms. Beckett?”

“Well, that’s a rather private question don’t you think?” Sophie eyed him wearily but Benedict didn’t miss her ears turning slightly red. 

“Worth a try,” He quipped with a small wink, “Do you think your step sister said yes to Hughs proposal?”

“Oh I literally have no idea.”

“So Hugh. Are we hearing wedding bells tonight?”

Hugh completely ignored Benedict’s question, his chocolate eyes entirely focused on Posy and Posy only. 

“We are starting from friends, actually,” Posy replied, but her eyes never left Hugh, dripping with the same dreamily look. “But Hugh was telling me about the beautiful cathedral nearby, and the one built over the sea…”  

Sophie slid into the seat next to Kate, flinching slightly as Benedict casually seated himself next to her. 

“I was rather hoping that you would sit on the other side.” Sophie said hesitantly. 

“Wouldn’t want to disturb the two loves birds, would you?” 

“Well, yes, but if you’re not going to…” Sophie's words trailed off, noticing that there was still an empty seat. “Mr. Bridgerton, I’m wondering,”

“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Benedict replied gallantly, looking at the watch, “I think he’s just finished his third rotation of meditation.”

Kate choked on her glass of wine. 

“Excuse me,” Kate coughed, “Went the wrong way. So the rumor is true. The Great Anthony Bridgerton truly on a cleanse?”

“Whistledown does it again,” Benedict replied sarcastically. “I can’t figure out why she’s so obsessed with us.”

“I personally think she’s more besotted with Colin Bridgerton,” Benedict was surprised to see Sophie with a playful smile on her lips. “She seems to know every location your brother is at, now matter how far corner of the world he could be.”

“You are quite an observer, Ms. Beckett.”

Sophie blushed for the first time that night, not being able to quite look back into Benedict's eyes. 

“This one is actually obsessed with Whistledown.” Kate quipped from her seat with a teasing grin. 

“Katie!”

“Actually, Sophie clips all the photos of you from Whistledown, Mr. Bridgerton.” 

“Posy!” 

“That’s a pleasant surprise.” Benedict couldn’t suppress a smirk, seeing Sophie’s face change deeper and deeper into a shade of crimson. Yes, he knew that she liked him, “What part of me intrigues your attention, Ms. Beckett?”

“It’s work related,” Sophie mumbled, slightly squirming in her seat. “Nothing personal.” 

“Oh, then do you clip every photo of my dear brothers? For research purposes?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Then I am flattered,” Benedict tried to snake his right hand to her waist, inching closer to Sophie, “Anything it was about me, what caught your attention is a good thing, I believe…” But he gave a miserable yelp, feeling a sharp pain on the back of his hand. 

“Hands off, Bridgerton.”

A pair of sharp brown eyes were glaring at Benedict, eyeing him suspiciously behind Sophie’s shoulders. 

“I believe we haven’t been introduced.” Benedict managed to croak out despite the striking pain. 

“I believe so,.” Kate smiled elegantly, her hands were delicate despite the enormous strength she demonstrated a few seconds earlier, “Kate. Kathani Sharma. Sophie’s friend from uni. I’m here as her guardian and moral support.”

“Ben. Nice to meet you.” Benedict shook her hand. “Which uni are you two from? My brother and I are from Oxford by the way…”

“YOU.”

Benedict turned his head and saw his brother in his green Khaki pants and a white line shirt, the mixed expression of shock and amusement in his brother’s usually stoic expression. 

“Brother! You missed the beautiful proposal from Woodson…” But Benedict was then interrupted by the last person he had imagined, Kate Sharma. 

“YOU!”

Kate pushed the glass in Sophie’s hands, her posture suddenly became rigid, the corner of the lips tightening. 

Not a good sign, Sophie thought. 

“YOU are Anthony Bridgerton?”

Anthony’s lips turned into a slight grin. 

“You didn’t notice me?”

“Why would I notice you?”

“Well, I am quite famous.” Anthony took a seat next to Hugh, puffing his chests as he seated himself deeply in the chair. Kate scoffed at his words, crossing her arms with a frown. 

“So you’re not only deficient but ignorant as well.” Kate rolled her eyes, “Just as I imagined…”

“Hold it right there. What part of me is exactly deficient…”

“Wait, Katie, you’ve met Anthony Bridgerton before?” 

“He’s the aggravating man I told you this morning!” 

“Ohhhh the guy on the running course? Why didn’t you tell me that guy was Anthony Bridgerton?”

“Why in the hell would I notice him? He was in shorts and sunglasses, he didn’t have the gorgeous sideburns I saw in Whistledown…”

“Oh so you liked my sideburns?” Anthony replied with a smirk. “I’m surprised that those were the only things that caught your mind.” 

“I was being sarcastic, Mr. Bridgerton. Do you need an introduction to dry humor?”

“You didn’t seem so dry this morning actually,.” 

“Brother?” 

“Sophs, remind me to add the word pervert in his wikipedia page,” Kate took a swig of wine from the bottle, (“Katie!” Sophie yelped.) “The world deserves to know that as a fact. And by the way, other than the sideburns, nothing about you was even remotely memorable.” 

“Why don’t we step away from the topic of sideburns?” Benedict smoothly interjected, seeing the color slowly drain from Sophie, “Any preferences on the drinks? The drinks from the bar are exceptionally good…” But Benedict was interrupted yet again by his very brother. Well, his brother would die to have the last word in the argument, he mindlessly thought. 

“Well, I would add infuriating at the top of your characteristic traits but I don’t suppose you even have a wiki page. Wouldn’t want to put useless effort in even searching your name.”

“Oh infuriating would be on top of your resume, Mr. Bridgerton. Seeing how you repeatedly kept going over my pace in the course this morning, I’m shocked those words weren't tattooed on your forehead!”

“YOU were the one overtaking me!” Hearing his irritated tone; Benedict was surprised he didn’t see Anthony jabbing his finger towards Kate Sharma, “You kept interfering with MY pace which I was specifically set at eight kilometers an hour.”

“Is mathematics such a difficult subject for you?” Kate snared, “From where I saw, you were definitely NOT running at eight kilometers an hour. I would barely define it jogging, considering your pace.”

“My apple watch specifically says that I was keeping a stable speed…”

“I thought you were on a digital-free holiday,” Kate raised her eyebrows, “Already breaking your oath, Mr. Bridgerton? Never considered you as a weakling,”

“Katie. Katie Cat.” Sophie tried to tug her back to her seat. “You do realize that you are snapping at the head CEO of Audrey Cooperation…”

“His social standing in society doesn’t mean that he gets the special license to be a total dickhead!” 

“Katie!” Sophie froze in horror, but Benedict had an amused smile on his lips, as if he were enjoying the verbal slander his elder brother was getting. Posy and Hugh were apparently still on the topic of the best wedding cakes. 

“I personally think lemon and raspberries are the best combination,”

“I agree with every word you say, Posy,”

“YOU don’t have any right to call me a dickhead,” 

“Well, I disagree with everything you say,” Kate replied. “I find it difficult to find any other description.” 

“I rather thought of you as delusional,” Anthony snared, “Suddenly walking and suddenly sprinting in the road, don’t tell me that was ordinary behavior…”

“Let me teach you the interval running method, Mr. Bridgerton,”

“I’m already well versed in the area.”

“Then you must know that short bursts of high intensity triggers mechanisms in the body that enhance the burning of the fat, building of the muscle…”

“Improvement in the cardiovascular system, yes I know that.”

“So you do know that by using the interval method your Vo2 max improves two times faster than the regular run,” 

“Speed is no guarantee of efficiency.”

“Well, stability doesn’t exactly bring the thrill does it?” Sipping red wine from her glass, Kate crossed her legs, exposing her glowing legs from the slit of shimmery teal summer dress. and Benedict could swear he heard his brother's sanity shatter into pieces. 

“I…I…I don’t exercise for the thrill.”

“You don’t surprise me, Mr. Bridgerton.” 

“I’d rather focus on endurance, stamina, strength, rather than thrill.”

“Really? I doubt that you can last the first six minutes of my routine, considering the speed you consider as running.”

“You’ll be surprised what I can do in  6 minutes,”

“Um, Brother?”

“Don’t believe you.”

“Katie?”

“Won’t need a minute to make you beg.”

“Brother !."

“Prove it.”

“Kate!”

“Oh, Hugh, I would love to meet you parents tomorrow!” 

“Oh my parents are going to love you Posy, Let me pick you up at the Villa at 11:00, my mother cooks amazing dishes from….”

Sophie took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from yanking all her hair from her scalp. What did she do wrong? Perhaps she shouldn’t have invited Anthony Bridgerton to the table, but she needed him to keep the dinner professional. Perhaps she shouldn't have invited Kate, but she needed her  to keep the air casual…Perhaps this situation was inevitable, her plan was conflicting all along…

“Have you noticed that my dear brother and your Katie Cat are practically eye fucking each other from the other ends of the table, Ms. Beckett?” Benedict whispered into Sophie’s ear, his deep voice sending shivers in her spine, “Bet a pound they’ll be fucking each other in 5 minutes.”

Oh how Sophie wished for a cigarette.

Despite Benedict’s predictions, Anthony and Kate did not fall into intercourse right there on the table as he had expected; rather they went further and further into disagreement. It was rather interesting, Benedict thought as he observed the complete opposite sides of the spectrum; Kate and Anthony practically barking insults at each other from the other ends of the table, while Posy and Hugh whispering endearments, sitting practically glued together in the corner. Despite having seven siblings, Benedict knew that this was the correct definition of Chaos. But thanks to the Chaos, Benedict had managed to lure Sophie Beckett to the bar, who seemed quite shaken by the whole fiasco. 

“Do you mind if I smoke?” Sophie asked him with a guilty look as soon as they reached the stalls. 

“No, not at all.”

“Thank you.” Sophie quickly took out a pack from her pocket, lighting one up in one swift motion. Benedict also took one as she offered him wordlessly, knowing that his brother would be too busy arguing than to notice his violation. But he was surprised how smoothly Sophie offered him a light, expertly lighting him with one settled between her lips with a glass of water in the other. 

“Heavy smoker?”

Sophie smiled weakly between puffs. “Trying to quit.”

“Yet, I never see you without one,” Benedict said teasingly, remembering how he had first seen her with a cigarette between her fingers, “But everytime I see you with one, I always feel it doesn’t suit you.”

“Because I am a woman?”

“No, no, no, no, no.” He almost dropped the ashes between his fingers. “You just give me the impression of…being innocent?” 

Sophie’s gaze averted from his, as she slowly shook her head, with somewhat of a wry smile on her lips. Benedict noticed that she had no further intent to continue the conversation, seeing how she looked out in the dark blue ocean, the surface having a mystic glow in the moonlight, her eyes dimming oceans deep. 

“Sorry about my Brother.” He blurted out, “He’s, um…sexually frustrated.”

“I also have to apologize on the behalf of my friend, especially on her language.” 

“Is she the competitive sort?”

“Very.”

“My brother as well.”

Their eyes met just for a second, both breaking out in a laugh at the same time.

“I still don’t know if we are the worst or the best matchmaker in the entire universe,” Sophie managed to wheeze out between giggles. “Hugh and Posy, yes, but Kate and your brother? I didn’t know if they were going to kiss or shoot each other in the head.”

“Definitely the best, Ms. Beckett.” Benedict laughed, “I could just see the sexual tension between the two sizzling.”

“I know!” Sophie cried out jokingly, “The sexual implications in the conversation was just killing me.” 

As the wave of laughter ceased, Sophie dropped the cigarette on the ashtray, feeling the nicotine in her blood, she finally felt she was ready to talk to one Benedict Bridgerton. 

“I wanted to say thank you, Mr. Bridgerton.” 

“For what?”

“For saving me.” 

“Oh.”

“I didn’t get a chance to say it properly, but you truly saved me from a terrible fate.” Sophie continued, “Thank you. For saving me.”

“No worries. Anyone would have done that if they were in that situation.”

“But you were the only one who noticed.”

Benedict again could return in a grunt. 

“And who stood up to help.”

“I have four sisters,” Benedict mumbled, “Just doing the right thing.”

“Not everyone has the courage to do the right thing, like you did last night.”

“Have we ever met?” Benedict asked abruptly, craning his neck slightly. “Your tone, it's oddly familiar. Do you live in London?”

Sophie’s breath hitched slightly as his piercing blue eyes met hers. “I work in the arts department in the Gunnningworth Foundation,” She managed to croak out. “Perhaps our paths might have crossed in the London gallery somewhere.” 

Benedict only hummed in response, taking another whiff of the smoke. 

“Mr. Bridgerton.” 

“Won’t you call me Benedict?”

“I’d rather keep in professional,”

Benedict groaned, tilting his whole body sideways. “Must we?” 

“Mr. Bridgerton, there is only advantages in this offer,”

“I thought this was a private dinner, Ms. Beckett, away from the foundation or the contract…”

“Wouldn’t you like to be independent from your family?”

Benedict froze, stopping dead in his tracks. 

“You have been working on your projects with the financial funding from the Audrey Cooperation for the past four years, including People Watching, your most celebrated work yet. I do understand that your brother must guarantee you the freedom of your artistic agency, but I can assure you that the Gunningworth foundation will support the same artistic freedom at higher costs.”

“Supporting my freedom?” Benedict sneered; he hated his tone, but Sophie was the one who was crossing the line, bringing up the deal when she promised him privacy, bringing up his deepest insecurities about his work and the family money… “Here you are, invading my privacy on a private holiday. Not the best action to convince me that you would support my creative freedom.”

“This is the extent to show you how the foundation is willing to support you at any costs, Mr. Bridgerton.”Sophie’s voice was quiet, but her words were firm and determined. “The foundation believes that gaining independence from your family funds may broaden your originality even more,” 

“Are you implying that my work lacks originality?”

“No.” Sophie shook her head, a slight panic appearing in her almond eyes, “I was saying that the foundation believes further potential in your works…” 

“You keep saying the Foundation.” Benedict interrupted her monologue, his eyebrows narrowed in irritation. “The foundation believes, The foundation believes…you sound like you are convincing yourself, not me.”

Sophie’s lips were curled into a straight line, biting the other bottom part of her lip. 

“Do you even like my work, Ms. Beckett?” Benedict hated the desperation in his voice, hated the fact that Sophie wasn’t answering his inquires, “You only seemed to be focused on pleasing the foundation of yours,”

“Pall Mall.”

“Pardon?”

“Pall Mall.” Sophie continued, repeating the words almost like a prayer. “Finished in the summer of 2013. Watercolor and pencil on paper. Size 31.0×43.2. Inspired by your childhood memories, the summer you spent in the countryside of Kent. The intricate details of each expression of your families. The soft pastel colors bring out the nostalgic air.”

“Ms. Beckett,”

“The Portrait of a Young Man,” Sophie closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her mind. “Completed in the spring of 2014. Winning your first Wells Art Contemporary. Oil on Canvas. Thick coating method, using the palette knife. The gray background, the dark suit almost drawn almost like a rough sketch…but the details on the face was magnificent. The right side of his eyebrows, the highlight under his eyes, each stroke of your brush creating a beautiful shade, bringing out the specific details of your brother’s expression. The absolute focus on the coloration. Now that I’ve met him in person, I can see how you managed to capture his entire aura. Size 64.1×52.8. ” 

“Sophie,”

“People Watching,” Now, Sophie couldn’t stop the words slipping out of her mouth, “The eight series of portraits created between the period of January 2015 to April of 2016. Your masterpiece,”

For the first time in years, Benedict blushed, his gaze dropping to his feet. 

“You exaggerate. It was slandered by the critics,”

“To my eyes, it was a masterpiece. You wouldn’t believe how much it saved me…” But she couldn’t quite continue her words, she didn’t know why she was suddenly on the verge of tears. Sophie raised her eyes to the sky, no she was not going to cry in front of Benedict Bridgerton. 

“You like my paintings,” Benedict softly said.

“No.” Sophie shook her head, but she couldn’t look into his eyes. “I love your paintings.”

Benedict found himself quite a loss for words. 

Sophie took a deep breath, trying to inhale every inch of air around her. “It would be the greatest honor for the foundation,” She stopped for a second, starting the sentence again, “It would be the greatest honor for me to have the opportunity to support your future works, Mr. Bridgerton.”

Sophie was finally able to look him in the eyes, his ocean blue eyes meeting with hers. The waves were still swaying, she thought, but she did noticed the change in the wind, 

“Would you like to come to my studio, Ms. Beckett…”

“SOPHIE BECKETT!”

Benedict’s offer was completely silenced by the angry voice of Kate Sharma, who had stomped into the bar with a fierce look on her face. 

“THE MOST ANNOYING MAN I HAVE EVER MET,”

“Kate, what happened? Are you all right?”

“WE ARE LEAVING, SOPHIE BECKETT.”

“Kate, I’m kind in the middle of something here…”

“I refuse to spend another second with that infuriating man,” Kate snared, taking another shot the  bartender had wordlessly offered, “Sophie Beckett, you shall not talk with Anthony Bridgerton ever again.”

Linking Sophie’s arms to hers, Kate Shama marched herself out of the bar and the restaurant, and Benedict could only stand them dumbfounded to the speed Sophie Beckett disappeared from his sight.

Did she convince him through? 

Sophie’s mind kept wandering as she stared at the ceiling, watching the five petal wooden fan move round and round in circles. She wasn’t confident if she had succeeded, but she knew that it worked somehow, seeing the change in Benedict Bridgerton’s eyes. Maybe he’ll sign the contract tomorrow. The sooner she finished the job, the faster she could get away from him, knowing that if she had to spend another hour with him, she would fall in love with him all over again, melting herself into his ardent eyes. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t make the same mistakes.  

Kate had apologized for interrupting the conversation, (“Lost my temper,” Kate admitted weakly) and had gone to a midnight run to cool off her mind. Sophie was too tired to understand what had happened between her and Anthony, but she vaguely understood that it had to do with patriarchy and toxic masculinity. Hearing Posy’s peaceful snores next to her bed, Sophie closed her eyes as well, finally noticing how exasperated she was from the events of that day.  

-6 hours later-

“Kate.”

“Sophie.”

“Remember your oath?”

“Sophs.”

“Kathani..”

“No relationships.”

“Mmm.”

“I did clearly say that.”

“Mmm.” “May I introduce you to the term, situationships…?”

[tree0frog]

hey! was wondering if I could get a doctor who and Sherlock matchup. I’m female, she/her, 20, bisexual as hell, INTJ/P, Leo, ravenclaw/slytherin, and a new media artist (still in college tho). I’ve got an average build, brown eyes, black wavy hair till my shoulders, wearing cat eye clear glasses or contacts. i honestly don’t know how to describe my style cause it changes constantly depending on my art projects or vibe I’m feeling. I love game design, 3d modeling, interactive design, visual effects etc. I also love reading, gaming, binge watching, digital illustration, dancing, collecting custom jewelry, rollerblading, baking cookies, and listening to video essays/podcasts/audiobooks. My favorite genres are detective, classics, fantasy, adventure, folklore, mythology and sci fi. I love listening to music in a multitude of languages as well whether Arabic, Italian, French, Hindi and much more. MASSIVE introvert except for with my best friends where my unhinged side comes out. Despite being an introvert I’m very comfortable with leadership. I’m very contemplative and thoughtful as well as creative. I’m far from clingy and prefer to keep my own space even if I know you well. I can be a bit stubborn, and opinionated at times however. I’m a huge planner and hate when things go off schedule or when things are chosen abruptly. Think that’s all I got! Thank you!

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I pair you with Bill

The two of you together would be a power couple don't try me on this.

I think you must have met when she was seeking into the doctor's classes and she sat next to you,

Bill would sometimes look over to see your small drawing of clocks or a small blue police box.

But when she learned about the doctor it had all made no sense to her whatsoever.

Over the time she travels with the two of you she learns more about you and the doctor but most importantly herself.

You know that meen where it's the couple and one like whats their hot and the other one is like can't see it hun yeah that's you two.

she has a small drawer of art pieces you made her as well as matching bracelets you had made for the both of you.

I pair you with Mycroft Homes

People this is the weirdest friendship they have ever seen.

I think the two of you met when he broke into Sherlock's home and you were just there sitting on the floor with a gaming laptop in your hands and some art thing around you and he was intreated.

Even though he doesn't like to say it he enjoys playing games with you when he has time which isn't very often thanks to his job.

will buy you that new book you have been talking about for a week but won't buy because you have 17 halve stared one in your home.

He thinks it's cute how you have a full-year planer in your room highlighted in different colours for different things.

You have been drunk before and cursed him out in french

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i was wondering if I could get a black butler matchup/ship. I’m female, she/her, 20, bisexual as hell, INTJ, and a new media artist (still in college tho). I’m 5’1 and a half with an average build, brown eyes, and black wavy hair till my shoulders. I wear clear cat eye glasses. i honestly don’t know how to describe my style cause it changes constantly depending on the vibe I’m feeling. I do however live for accessories whether it be butterfly hair clips, elf ear cuffs, arms stacked with bracelets, or rings on every finger. As for personality I am a MASSIVE introvert except for with my best friends where my unhinged side comes out. Despite being an introvert I’m very comfortable with leadership. I’m also quite thoughtful and contemplative just letting my mind drift off to wherever. I’m far from clingy and prefer to keep my own space even if I know you well. I can be a bit stubborn, and opinionated at times however. I’m a huge planner and hate when things go off schedule or when things are chosen abruptly. I also find it hard to start new things, but once I’m in the groove its fine. As mentioned before, I am studying new media art. I love game design, 3d modeling, interactive design, visual effects etc. I also love art history, especially Pre Raphaelite Arthurian paintings, Italian renaissance architecture, Egyptian manuscripts and Greco Roman sculpture. For hobbies I love reading, gaming, binge watching, digital illustration, dancing, rollerblading, baking cookies, and listening to video essays/podcasts/audiobooks. My favorite genres are detective, classics, fantasy, folklore, mythology and lore from any of my fandoms. I love listening to music in a multitude of languages as well whether Arabic, Italian, French, Hindi and much more. Think that’s it! Thank you!

hi xx

i think i have a match for you but it might not be what ur thinking

i happen to ship you with william t spears :p

this man might be kind of (very) serious and strict but in my fantastical mind he's that on the surface but there's the sliiiiightest but of a softie down below. just a tad. i really think he would take a high interest in your interests and i think he'd also like learn about them in his off time or your off time from each other and he'd come to you super matter-of-factual like "by the way you didn't know this but-" type thing. he'd act like he doesn't give two shits abt things you're doing but in reality the reason he tags along and learns about shit is because he wants you to be happy and safe so he has to be there. your stubborn/opinionated side would also entertain him, but the fact that you don't get as out of hand as grell (at least i think) means he doesn't think of you as a chore and more as a companion when you first meet, then slowly but surely evolves into a relationship later down the road. your style would however confuse him but i also think he'd be down for tolerating it, even maybe asking about it. he isn't the type to necessarily hype you up or anything however don't be surprised if you happen to find a new pair of glasses or ear cuffs laying on your bed~

[animentality]

same as the 7 habits hookup question but this time with revs + roman. (one day, when motm has blown up, ppl will scour this blog and come across this ask and say, thank god this bitch asked. to those ppl: you're welcome).

Yeah...I wish Memoirs would ever blow up, lol.

Anyway.

Ten: It'd be nigh impossible to hook up with him unless he knew you very, very well. no one night stands from him! you'd better put a ring on that bitch! but if you had sex, it would absolutely be unhinged. he is so touch starved and desperate for affection. i'd honestly see him being really gentle, though. very scared of hurting someone he cares about. wouldn't even kiss you too hard or touch you anywhere you didn't explicitly and eagerly ask for. i also don't think he's the type to ever lose control during sex either, he knows it's not safe. as a result...bottom energy.

Roman: That little loser... he'd be a little puppy dog chasing after a car. he likes flirting and pushing, but when it comes to sealing the deal, he'll be very, very shy and silly. kind of an attentive partner, though. and unlike ten, he DOES hookups. he's just also the type to fall in love with you after fucking you. also, he's a vanilla baby. the most he'll try is new positions, but...nothing kinky from him. he's not rough, he won't spank your ass, he won't tug on your hair. he's not good at giving head, but he could GET good if you gave him the practice.

One: She's cold and impenetrable and offputting initially, but if you're persistent without being too pushy, she WILL come around initially, and then you're in for a ride, because she's very forward in bed. Very demanding. Very... "takes what she wants." Likes to be on top, physically at least, maybe not necessarily on the penetrative side. She likes leaving marks, so...beware of hooking up with her in the summer.

Two: He's kind of like Rey in that he's down to clown, in any circus. But his default if he doesn't know you that well IS aggressive. Flirtatious to the point of adversarial. Kind of comes on mega strong, always. As you can guess, he's so easy to hookup with. His standards are low and his thirst is high. He's also default rather rough, definitely the slam you around kind of guy, but all in good fun. I also think he tends to go for positions that'll mess up your hips, because again...rough. Needs leverage. :P

Three: Ahaha not an easy hookup at all. Very proper, likes to go on multiple dates first. I for some reason don't see her that sexual, though...I also don't think she'd be interested in penetrative sex, just a lot of rubbing, foreplay, head, maybe some fingering. Kind of just doesn't care for the high cardio of full PV sex. She'd be pretty good at giving head though, just from experience :P

Four: Prickly. Kind of not much of a sex haver, a sex enjoyer, if you will. Hooking up would be kind of hard because he's really not that interested in people...i guess if he was to hook up, it'd be very rushed, impersonal, and he wouldn't really care if you got off...so...hard avoid. no second hook ups ever.

Five: She's down to hookup, but only if she's immediately into you. Like if she's not into you at all...fuck off. But if she's into you, she'll let you know within ten seconds, and then you're in for a wild time. Not an exhibitionist exactly, but she is definitely not terribly shy about PDA. She also might surprise you because she's very grabby, very touchy. Loves dancing up on you. Kind pushy in bed, though, so. Might be a bit of a pillow princess too. You're not getting a word in edgewise with her. kind of doesn't care if you get off either, lol.

Six: He slaps you immediately for daring suggest you might be interested in sexual intercourse out of wedlock with him. He might spray you with holy water and put a cross on your forehead too.

Seven: she's probably the easiest person to have sex with, and I don't mean that in like a...she's slutty way. I mean more...she tries to be friends with people before she has sex with you. She absolutely will not just do random hookups. She only fucks people she finds funny. people she could have dinner with. people she could play smash bros. and she's definitely the type to laugh during sex. work through any awkwardness. just make sure you're both having a good time. she's bad at roleplaying and is very goal-oriented. out of everyone...also most likely to actually check whether or not you're having fun...like every five minutes.

Eight: you know...you shouldn't hook up with this man.

Nine: He's not having sex because it's a lot of work, but he might like a super quick blowjob in a public bathroom somewhere. do not have sex with this man either, he's also too lazy to give head AND to fuck, so....

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

In the end of it all, Monaca Towa was still a child.

To start this off, this isn't my usual Black Butler posts but ive been meaning to talk about Danganronpa for a hot minute, so please bear with me! Second, this is solely my opinion and before anyone wants to attack me please read thoroughly first. Thank you:)

(Spoiler warning for Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls and Danganronpa 3)

Also, before we dive in I'm going to list some trigger warnings:

Physcological abuse

Physical abuse

Manipulation

P*dophillia

Suicide attempt

Violence (?)

Childhood trauma

Please take care and read at your own risk<3

Hello there Danganronpa fandom! Today I will be talking about Monaca Towa (as stated in the title) and how people often minimize her trauma and sometimes forget the fact that shes still a child who got heavily manipulated by Junko too.

Monaca is seemingly very amiable and caring, because of her charming personality, all of the Warriors of Hope love her and try their best to keep her happy and go along with what she wants. However, it's slowly revealed that she is actually manipulative and cunning behind her friendly facade.

Monoca is a character that is cruel, manipulative, and extremly unhinged. Many of her actions cannot be excused or justified, but you can understand where she's coming from.

Monaca's Backstory:

She was born an unwanted child by both her father and her mother. Monaca's mother was supposed to take care of her but instead abandoned the child soon after her birth. Because of all her actions, Monaca saw her mother as a completely selfish and pathetic person. Monaca's father thought of giving her to an orphanage but instead took her into his family.

However, Monaca was always unwanted and everyone else felt uncomfortable around her. Every time Monaca smiled or joked, the others looked at her coldly, as if she didn't deserve to laugh. Every time she spoke, the others turned silent. His older-half brother thought of her as an alien, not part of the family.

She was also physically abused to the point that she pretended to be seriously wounded for them to stop as a result.

Monaca also attended Hope's Peak Elementary School and was part of the "trouble-makers class" along with Nagisa, Masaru, Jataro, and Kotoko.

Along with her fellow abused classmates, she planned a group suicide; however, Monaca never had any plans to commit suicide in the first place and was planning to let the others die as a prank.

The group suicide was stopped by Junko, who took the kids in and manipulated them by treating them with kindness and love.

Monaca then helped Junko mass produce Monokumas for the Tragedy by using her position as a representative of the Towa Group.

She lied to her father and the other adults in order to produce the Monokumas, telling them that she wanted to create futuristic robots that could be domestic helpers and emergency aid workers.

Due to her separation from the family and her genius, her family decided to give her leg room to do what she wanted as long as she brought in profits to the company, and didn't delve too deeply into her plans.

Things to keep in mind about Monoca's backstory:

She was emotionally and physically abused from a very young age.

She started to pretend to be paraplegic because she was finally treated with some kindness and she could have more control over people.

She convinced Nagisa, Jataro, Kotoko and Masaru to commit suicide.

Out of all the Warriros of Hope, Junko took the most intrest in Monoca due to her position, meaning that she was the one who got used and manipulated the most.

How Monoca's mindset works:

The moment she got physically abused to the point that she had to fake her injuries to make her family feel bad was the moment she learned that through sympathy from others comes power. Due to her families neglection and abuse, she started to quickly pick up on things in which benefited her yet hurt others.

She started to use manipulative tactics on her family to gain control over them. She then started implicating these tactics with the Warriors of Hope.

When Junko got into the picture, everything changed for the worst. Junko was the only person in Monaca's life who showed her affection. Even though deep down Monaca knew Junko only cared for her as a means to use her robotics genius for the Tragedy, Monaca didn't care, and happily helped out Junko with her plans if it meant being loved and appreciated in return. At the heart of it, despite all her horrific acts, that's a very child-like thing to do, right? So when Junko dies, Monaca's entire reason for living basically disappears.

AI Junko via Kurokuma may have planted the idea of a successor in her head, but in Monaca's mind it's a way to get her big sis back, and very specifically chooses to mold Komaru into becoming Junko's successor. That's for a big reason, Monaca doesn't want to become Junko, I'd say she actually just wanted her big sister back who would love and appreciate her again, and hence tried to make someone else take on that role initially. Once again, that's the mindset of a child.

Monaca's relationship with the Warriors of Hope:

The Warriors of Hope are a group of children who are extremely resentful and hateful of adults, regardless of whether or not they were involved in their rough paths. 

We all know that the Warriros of Hope are extememly tramutized kids. Masaru had alcoholic parents who physically abused him, Jataro was physcologically abused to the point he bealived he was so ugly that if anyone saw his "repulsive" face they would die, Kotoko was r*ped multiple times by disgusting p*dophilic men (not to mention, Monaca's brother was attracted to her), and last but not least we have Nagisa who had pressuring parents who wanted to raise him as the child prodigy and expirimented on him constantly.

Monaca used the Warriros of Hope's trauma against them, manipulating them to the point were they had to do her bidding completly.

As much as I hate to say it, Monaca truly saw them as pawns. Although there are some instances where she openly declares her care for the Warriors of Hope, it's likely she does that as a form of emotional manipulation.

If anything, she probably did see them as equal in the beginning but then when she started to gain control over her own family, she started to do the same with the Warriors of Hope as a way to protect herself from getting hurt, then again this is my baseless assumption.

Her dynamic with Nagito:

Monaca was amused by Nagito's strange behavior and contradicting beliefs and appeared to be somewhat annoyed with him at the times. However, the two appeared to at least seemingly respect each other in some way, as they treated each other somewhat formally as allies.

Her dynamic with Nagito is one of the most intresting ones. Obviously I think that her being rasied by Nagito was potentially a dangerous thing, considering Nagito's goal was for Monaca to become Enoshima's successor. Monaca seemed to agree with this goal, but Nagito's constant rambling about hope and despair made Monaca bored and feel embarrassed about the whole thing.

She claims he made her an adult in a way, as she grew up in the mental sense and became more cynical and apathetic, not really caring about anything.

In the end, Monaca found Nagito creepy and annoying, but she also appeared to get closer to him during their time together, while originally calling him just "Mister Servant" in UDG, she later refers to him as "Big Bro" in Danganronpa 3. I do think their dynamic was sort of soft and I would've loved to have seen more of it. Honestly the concept of Nagito being a soft brother to Monaca warms my heart, and the wasted potential will forever anger me.

(If any Danganronpa fanfic writer or any writer in general is reading this post: if u could be so kind and do a PLATONIC Nagito and Monaca prompt and tag me in it, I would love you forever!!)

My opinion on Monaca:

I think that Monaca was a very well-written character who deserved more than what she got in the end of Danganronpa 3. She was abused, mistreated and belittled by her family. If anything, I see her as a completely misguided little girl. If she actually had a positive authoritative influence in her life, she wouldn't have turned astray.

A lot of people disregard Monaca's trauma and forget that at the end of the day, Monaca was a child who the moment she was born, the people who were supposed to love her were unwelcoming.

Don't get me wrong though, there is no way in hell I will ever justify or condone the things Monaca has done. If anything, I just think that she alongside the rest of the Warriors of Hope should've been properly taken care of.

Also, if you dislike/hate Monaca thats 100% valid! She did a lot of inexcusable things and its alright to hate on her. I personally love her character but I know she is not everyones cup of tea.

If you read all the way, I'm actually surprised! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed<333

[thran-duils]

Doll Me Up (P.5)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 3,059 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the last part but I’m leaning towards it.

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Five and a half months ago…

Tony blinked against the sun as they left the news station. Y/N had facilitated a project, along with others, to bring seniors more fresh produce in their Meals on Wheels local program. She was excited about the project and Tony honestly could not give two shits about it but if it made her happy, he was happy to be there with her. He loved seeing the joyous smile on her face and her enthusiasm talking about it.

His hand was wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked out towards his car. And his smile only faltered when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd across the street. And a face he did not want to be seeing in public like this. And they were staring directly at him, like they had been waiting for him.

Tony turned to Y/N and whispered in her ear, “I need to go to the restroom.”

“We were just inside,” she jested. “Why didn’t you go then?”

“I didn’t have to go then. Here.” He opened the door for her, letting her get in. “I’ll be right back.”

To Happy, he whispered, “Fabian.”

“What do you want me to do?” Happy asked quietly, keeping his sights on Tony and not being obvious.

“Stay here with Y/N. I’ll be right back.”

“Boss—”

“He’s not going to lay a finger on me.” Tony said and Happy looked at him disbelieving. Tony was being overconfident about it and he knew it but he could not accept lowlifes trying to approach him in public like this. “Stay here with her. I’ll be back.”

Tony walked away from the car, moving back down the sidewalk. He spotted Fabian moving through it and he smirked to himself. He walked past the news station doors, and down the immediate alley.

He was waiting when Fabian entered the alley, standing dead center, hands in his pockets. If looks could smite, Fabian would have burned on the spot. “What makes you think you can come up to me in public?”

“You haven’t been returning my calls I’ve been leaving!”

“Yeah and for good reason. You’re unhinged!”

“That wasn’t my—"

Tony stepped closer, spitting, “You listen closely, Fabian, I am done with you and your bullshit! You are done. Do you get that? You had your chance and you fucked up. And I cannot be seen in public with you. You know that though. You squeal to anyone and you won’t just have me after you, you’ll have the whole city gunning for you with how many people are tied to it and you will. not. win. If you ever come up to me in public again – especially when I’m out with my wife – I will kill you on the spot.”

Tony straightened out his jacket before storming away from the man who was staring at him slack jacked. Tony did not give him a moment to respond before he was around him and striding back down the alley.

When he got into the car, Y/N was none the wiser.

She was immediately back into conversation, talking about what good this interview was going to do for the project and thanking him for coming along with her. Tony smiled sweetly, listening intently. His adoration for her wove deeply. He truly had recovered a true gem from the rabble.

<><><>

You stared at the door in bewilderment before touching it again. F.R.I.D.A.Y. repeated, “You are not authorized to open this door, Mrs. Stark.”

“Excuse me?” you word vomited.

“Do you need me to repeat the message, Mrs. Stark?”

You hated how calm F.R.I.D.A.Y. sounded.

“Override,” you tried.

“You do not have authorization to do that, Mrs. Stark.”

“Why can’t I go outside?”

“Mr. Stark blocked access at this door.”

You let out a frustrated noise before turning away from the door. You walked to the bedroom door, feeling the ache but you had to know. You walked down the stairs, taking them slowly. You went to the closest patio door, gripping the handle tightly.

“You are not authorized to open this door, Mrs. Stark.”

Breathing heavily through your nose, trying to keep yourself calm, you turned your head eyeing the next patio door.

Her voice was becoming quickly annoying. “You’re not authorized to open this door, Mrs. Stark.”

You took off around the mansion, trying all the doors leading to the outside but you got the same code when it read your fingerprint. You made your way to the front door, the door to the garage, out to the garden. It was all the same message. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, it sinking in that you were locked inside.

The thought of the kitchen door out to the pool came to you and you moved as quickly as you could there. You stalled seeing Happy standing in there, cutting an apple. He stilled seeing you and you did not miss the sly look he gave you as you moved through the kitchen, past the island where he was standing.

The same goddamn message.

You whipped around and stared at Happy.

“Let me out!” you demanded.

“I can’t override what the boss has inputted into the security system. You know that,” Happy said in passive tone, looking completely indifferent to how worked up you were.

“Where is he?”

“He left earlier.”

“Well, did he happen to mention to you why he was locking me inside?” you exasperated, throwing your hands out at your sides.

Happy sucked at his teeth, leveling you with a serious look. “Y/N, do you really need to be asking me that? Truly?”

You bit your cheeks to avoid shouting at him and forced yourself to turn on your heel and storm out of the room away from him. You made your way back up the stairs, going for your bedroom where your cell was waiting on the bedside table. Snatching it off the table, you pressed Tony’s name.

“Yes, kitten?” he answered calmly.

“Your stupid AI won’t let me out!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, I programmed that this morning.”

“You…,” you started to argue but then your voice went up a notch, trying to whine. “Daddy, you can’t keep me locked in here!”

“Can’t or shouldn’t? Because it looks like I’m already doing it, so I apparently can,” Tony replied coolly.

“You shouldn’t then!” You added for good measure quickly, “Please!”

Tony’s tone was firm when he told you, “I think I very well should. You crossed a lot of lines and I am not fucking around when I tell you that they were lines that shouldn’t be crossed. You brought this on yourself, Y/N. Maybe if you spent less time throwing tantrums and more time listening to me, you wouldn’t have found yourself here. And hopefully you won’t again. I certainly hope you won’t again. I know you can do better.”

You were quiet, biting back tears. You thought you would be cuddling this morning, everything slowly falling back to normal.

He heard you sniffle and the sound of it elicited a soft sigh from him. “Princess, you can earn my trust back. I’m a reasonable man.”

“I said I was sorry,” you said tearfully.

“Oh, I know you did. And it was heartfelt. And you did so very well last night. I was impressed by you. Truly, baby. But I need to be sure you understand how serious I am that I don’t want you to repeat that. Ever.”

You asked weakly, “When are you coming back?”

“Tonight. I won’t leave you for long. And I’m going to bring you something. But you need to just sit tight. Be good for Happy.”

You did not answer because you were staring out the window, grinding your teeth.

“Princess?”

His voice snapped you back to reality and you got out, “I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I like to hear. By the way, I set up an appointment for you today, last minute. It’s a virtual meeting. Happy knows about it, he’ll help you. OB/GYN. F.R.I.D.A.Y will scan you, the baby, send it to her and she’ll correspond.”

“She’ll correspond with… F.R.I.D.A.Y?” you asked slowly.

“Just this one time. I promise we have a real appointment next week. I’ll be at every one after this and we will do it in person. Cross my heart.”

Your voice was small, “Okay.”

“I’ll see you later. Be good.”

“I will, daddy.”

He hung up and you pulled the phone away from your ear, staring down at it. He was acting weird. He acknowledged what had happened but moved so seamlessly into baby talk and appointments.

How were you going to relax knowing you were stuck in here?

<><><>

Five months ago…

The art show was boring and even more so for the afterpart of it. You had no desire to speak to anyone about it and they were all gathered in the large center room drinking wine and having finger foods. You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and you removed your underwear, tossing them into the trash bin before leaving to find Tony,

Tony was speaking to someone, sitting on a set of small chairs. The sight of you caught his attention and you put your finger to your lips. He only spared you a second’s confused look before looking back at the man. But his gaze found you again quickly, curiosity getting the better of him. Over the man’s shoulder, hidden from the rest of the room by the large plant, you opened the slit in your dress, showing Tony you were not wearing any underwear. He began to smile and hid it by his hand came to his mouth, it balling into a fist as he stared daggers at you. You gave him a wide, tantalizing grin, beginning to walk backwards towards the doorway to the adjacent hallway.

You left him sitting on the couch, dropping your dress. The hallway was empty, and you walked slowly down it, taking in the art.

It did not take long for you to hear footsteps behind you, and you looked over your shoulder finding a very hot and bothered Tony coming down towards you. He wasted no time pushing you into the corner at the turn in the hall, his hands snaking up your dress. You turned your head, giving a throaty laugh.

“Listen here… if you wanna come, you better look at me,” Tony husked.

“There’s people—”

“You started it.”

You nipped at his nose and he buried his face into your neck in return. He resumed pressing you into the wall, his fingers slipping in to work you up.

<><><>

Three months ago…

People were outside in the pool, drunk in the summer sun. You though, you were inside, sitting against the wall, pouting. Some of your old escort friends had shown up per request for the guests attending and told you they were planning a trip to Vancouver to do some shopping and ‘go out on the town’ in a few weekends. You had been excited about the prospect, you had not been out like that for a long time. When you had left the group though and leaned over Tony’s shoulder at the poker game to tell him about it, he had waved you off.

“You’re not going,” had been his exact words.

Instead of going back to the girls, you had gone inside, not wanting to tell them the bad news. At the inside bar, you had taken a couple of shots and made sure Tony saw you walk by the window. You tossed him a glare as you passed. Him and his stupid open shirt over his dumb swim trunks – that you had specifically picked out earlier this week when you were shopping – could get fucked right now for all you cared.

It was not too long before Tony appeared in front of you, peering down at you, looking ever piqued. He was not happy you were sulking.

“You know, you’re really bringing down my mood, princess. Glaring at me like that because I had the audacity to deny you one thing out of millions.”

“Then stop looking at me,” you retorted, avoiding his eyes, still staring off out towards the pool party.

You heard him scoff and he said, “Don’t even try to throw a tantrum right now.”

“I’m not. I’m just sitting here.”

“Looking like I killed your fucking dog.”

You merely shrugged aggressively in response.

He gestured out towards the patio doors. “You know they’re only going to get in trouble up there. And I don’t want you to get wrapped up in it.”

“So, you don’t trust me to be faithful,” you said finally making eye contact with him.

Tony held up a finger to you and corrected firmly, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s exactly what you’re saying!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands down beside you on the bench. “You don’t trust me!”

“Don’t try to make this into something that it’s not. I don’t trust them to keep you out of trouble,” Tony retorted. “You know how they are! You were – are – friends with them for fucks sake!” You opened your mouth to argue and he cut you off. “No, I’m done with this conversation. You know what I meant. I’m sorry that you are upset but there’s a reason I’m saying no to it. Now, either shape up and come back outside or go upstairs if you’re going to just glower at me.”

Clenching your jaw, you stood up angrily and stormed off away from him towards the upstairs.

You decided on a whim to leave, grabbing a swim suit cover and throwing some sandals on. Downstairs you ran into one of Tony’s guys and you stopped because of the way he was staring at you. You had wanted to leave without anyone noticing but seemed like that was not going to be the case.

His eyes ran over you, taking you in. “You alright?” he asked curiously, his eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, peachy. Have fun with your dumb poker game,” you spat at him before turning and walking to the front door.

You got into the car, turning it on angrily. You knew you should not be driving but you just did not want to be at home anymore. And Cassandra’s was not too far away, only twenty five minutes or so. You took off down the driveway, actually smirking of the look on his face when F.R.I.D.A.Y informed Tony you had left whenever he decided to check in on you. That should be awhile because he had been on a winning roll.

<><><>

He did not announce himself and you only realized he was home because F.R.I.D.A.Y came over the speaker in the living room informing you, “Dinner is ready in the kitchen.”

When you walked into the kitchen, he was a complete 180 from the night before. He walked up, giving you a kiss on the forehead, asking then sincerely, “How was your day?”

“Fine…” you said, trailing off, giving him a curious look at his nonchalant demeanor.

He brushed it off, grasping your hand and began to lead you to your plate he had set up on the island next to one for him. “That’s good, kitten. Here. I hope you’re hungry.” He immediately paused and said under his breath, “Fuck. Hold on.”

Tony walked off to the pantry and your eyes wandered to the counter. You looked down at the plate and saw it was the dish from your favorite date night restaurant. He did that on purpose, you thought immediately. To remind you he remembered things you liked. To get you something that you did like. It was like an apology, extending an olive branch. This is how he knew how to apologize, with gifts.

You waited patiently until he came back with a long lighter. He smiled at you, lighting the small candle on the counter in between your plates. “Just like at the restaurant.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the small touch.

“Sorry, it’s just sparkling cider,” he told you, gesturing at the glass in front of your plate. He held up his bourbon and took a swift drink.

“It’s fine, thanks,” you said, picking up your fork and taking a bite. You savored the taste, chewing slowly.

Silence fell over the table and the two of you ate, both staring down at your plates as you ate. There was something hanging in the air between you and you just wanted to know what.

You got your answer soon enough. Tony’s sigh was heavy as he dropped his fork to his plate. “You know… I do have to apologize.”

That caught your attention.

“I hate doing it. You know I do,” he said, giving a little nervous laugh. “Admitting I’m wrong. Goes against everything in my genes. But… I could—should have done better with aftercare. The bath was bare minimum. I know you need more. We talked about it. And I… I lost my temper. And that’s not fair of me when I’m in the position I am in.”

He had your rapt attention, you tracking his every word. What he said was not untrue – you two had had a conversation about aftercare, especially when it came to punishments. He seemed genuine in his apology.

Tony made eye contact with you, grasping your hand. “In the future, especially during your pregnancy—” He cut off. “And I looked at the report. Everything seems to be okay?” You nodded and he nodded in return, “Good. Good… I need to be more careful. I need to do better. So… I’m sorry.”

You chewed your lip, taking what he said in. He was waiting for you to respond, to say anything, his eyes desperately searching yours.

“I accept your apology,” you told him.

Tony was pleased, his frame relaxing immediately at your forgiveness. Your hand was brought to his lips for a quick kiss. “You’re good. So good.” He stepped closer, and his free hand came to the side of your face, looking into your eyes deeply. “So, after dinner… maybe I can lotion you down?”

“The raspberry shea?”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want.”

Three words he always said but did not seem to follow through on.

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21

Fic tags: @kvzctam, @farihafangirls, @teenageregression, @mrsnegan25

[mego42]

OK but!!! Come over here and randomly sink the 8 ball???? Can we talk about this???? Does rio not understand how the game of pool works??? Was he just hanging out playing against himself prior to this??? Is it a metaphor??? Is 8 the only number he knows???? THOUGHTS????

the fact that we open the scene with a center shot of beth, all bambi-eyes and openly???? letting him see???? her vulnerable????????

the fact that she still sees him as a lifeline and turns to him for help in spite of him being demonstrably useless literally every time she’s asked

the fact that he’s open to it and asks what she needs

aaaaaand then shuts her down when she says it’s for dean

but also is still giving her some p solid, if, you know, a touch sociopathic advice

and then the fact that said advice more or less amounts to please let your ~technical husband rot in jail crime wife

and yes, the fact that he is, apparently just hanging out! in his own bar! after hours! alone! playing pool with himself!

which sounds like it should be a euphemism tbh but no! it is entirely literal!

everyone involved in this show is a lunatic including all of us!

i love it!

literally wtf are you doing rio

i would like to point out he is losing to himself which is fucking hysterical

and also extremely apt, tbh

he climbs up the pool cue when he stands. why. to what purpose.

he told her to be smart before he murdered her co-worker and beth’s like, not even phased at all by that reference

i am teLlinG y’alL murder is their foreplay, the hitman thing’s gonna be fine

if anything he’s gonna be hurt she outsourced it

which, valid!!!!!!

why are his fingers so long why why WHY

every time he lines up and takes a shot i make this sort of garbled hairpin in a vacuum cleaner noise

i didn’t ask to be like this

and when he sees that the please let him rot please please please pitch is not helping beth’s stress level he pivots and like, actually tries to be comforting????????

but is also incredibly bad at it

remember when beth was like my husband took my children and rio was like that sucks, here’s an open tab byyyyyyeeeeee

he is not the best shoulder, is what i’m saying

and yet!! she keeps going to him anyway!!!!

he’s like SIVER LINING MAYBE YOU’LL WANT TO FUCK YOUR HUSBAND AGAIN AND BETH JUST STEAMROLLS RIGHT PAST THAT

it like doesn’t even register

fuck that guy? don’t be absurd crime husband

also like

who exactly might want to hit what again hmmmmmmm HMMMMMMMMMMM

i am just saying it feels like there are some layErs here

he is so satisfied when she points out nothing sticks to him i want to slap him i want to slap myself i want to slap everyone

i gOt lucK oN my siDe / mayBe yoU do tOo

smells like foreshadowing in here

also jumping back the way his smile s o f t e n s when he says maybe you do too

the urge to slap remains strong but now with a side of leave mE here tO diE

(bringing back @pynkhues​ tag meanderings bc it lives in my head now, is this rio’s way of saying he can protect her class please discuss)

and now we arrive at sink the eight ball

i know it’s ridiculous i know but i can’t help it they’re standing there with a the pool cue and the pool table and it’s all weird tangled intimacy that’s about to flip over into intense sexual tension and i am not coping well with this at all

i’m not okay

THE WAY HE PULLS THE CUE AWAY

AND THE WAY SHE’S LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKER I STG

let beth boland unhinge her jaw and devour the world 2k21 she deserves it

idk what to tell you beth you like it

like let’s pause for a sec and examine the situation shall we? this ep provides some really interesting contrast between beth’s extremely different relationships with the men in her life.

1. we have dean who is, i would argue, shown throughout the ep to be a complete albatross of guilt and long expired, turned toxic gratitude dangling from a rapidly fraying thread called parenting. he’s furious with beth to the point of not wanting to see her while in prison, choosing to stay in prison to avoid coping with how thoroughly their house of cards is tumbling down and the reality of who beth is and who they are to each other that collapse is exposing. 2. we have fitzpatrick who repeatedly tramples her boundaries in a tunnel vision pursuit of the person he thinks she is and his fantasy of the relationship he could have with this person who doesn’t actually exist and we’ve seen how uncomfortable it makes beth to the point that she finally blows up at him, reasserting who she is and it, idk if i would say scares him, but it definitely turns him off. 3. and then we have rio who she is locked in a nightmare game of cat and mouse with, who she has convinced herself is the source of all of her problems and yet when push comes to shove is still the person that she turns to for guidance and support, who she has no objection to sharing physical space with (i hear rumors the pool scene reads wildly divide and yeah i can see how but i am firmly camp they are both experiencing some stupidly complicated emotional upheaval and that’s what that face is, y’all take it how you will), who is also the only person this ep to witness the single, genuine, uncomplicatedly happy glimpse of one elizabeth boland née marks (who can’t help but grin in response to her joy and honestly who wouldn’t she is so gd cUte before he rips the rug out from underneath her)

i got worked up and forgot where i was going with this

something about contrast

but also the like, comfort and familiarity and ease even when Extremely Annoyed

idk i just think it’s neat

let’s see what else happens

oh right they play """"""""""pool"""""""""""

wait no, we’re not there yet

first rio’s gotta do that big-eyed disney princess look he shoots beth’s way from time to time, 209 being the notable example that comes to mind

h E Lp

so now we’re at sinking the eight ball

yeah, no, he does not know how pool works

i’d say it’s embarrassing but what isn’t with them

SPEAKING OF EMBARRASSING

or maybe i mean inexplicable

i tried to be v hardcore on not letting myself speculate about the pool scene and how it would come to be so sexy bc speculation has only ever led to either disappointment or me getting really, really over the top competitive about it to the point where it isn’t even fun for me anymore (which is saying something) but i couldn’t help spinning out potential scenarios bc like why???? how????? the man is draped over her like a blanket and smELliNg heR haiR surely that doesn’t just happen??????

WHAT A FOOL I WAS

LITERALLY FOR NO REASON AT ALL RIO’S LIKE FUCK YOUR PERSONAL SPACE CRIME WIFE IT’S OUR PERSONAL SPACE

AND BETH’S JUST LIKE YEAH SURE CRIME HUSBAND THIS IS FINE AND NORMAL I HAVE NO FURTHER COMMENTARY

LIKE?????????????????????????????????????????

h An dS

hAn D S

H a nD s

anD theN hE smelLs heR hAir like a fuckiN lunAtic

i just

TO WHAT PURPOSE

SCIENCE P L E A S E E X P L A I N

i know we all like to argue until the cows come home over what specific flavor of sloppy the show is and then we argue with the cows but like

this didn’t happen out of nowhere

they’re setting something up

(they fuckin’)

(do not argue with me or my cows)

thE shoUldeR roLl

no thoughts just that

AND THEN SHE MAKES IT

(and everything b o u n c e s)

AND SHE’S SO CUTE????? MY WIFE???????? I LOVE HER????????????

no but literally when was the last time beth was that happy

it’s so pure

and it makes him lauGh toO

s Of t

and then rio’s like no but seriously fuck your husband let him rot in jail and beth’s facce falls and my heart breaks and everyone remembers everything is terrible bc they are absolutely inFURIATING nigHTMARE PEOPLE who caNNOT USE THEIR WORDs

what was the actual question here i don’t even remember

oh right why the eight ball

probs bc it color coordinated with both his and beth’s outfits bc he is A Heaux Like That

[reversecreek]

✵ zloane , bravier , nyla and sean

ZIGGY & SLOANE

their first impression of your muse:

sexy. tugged on her hair literally the first time he saw her hadn’t even had a conversation bt was just like target? located. going? ✈️ annoy her. probably initially just thought she was only at the skate park bc sean was n was like 🙄 then she cld actually skate n he was like 😏 liked that she gave him shit. found it funny pushing her buttons. liked her eyes. probably was like wtf is in the fuckin water in this town yo why all my friends got hot sisters that shit aint right tryna make me a dog....... not that he was even. phased by betraying those boundaries bt. still. i won’t lie his main first impression was probably jst damn bit hot when she glares at me like that. KJHFSGKSJHGKGHSFKGH

current impression:  

knows her a little more than he likes to know people. favourite person to argue w. can possibly skate better than him bt if she said so he’d be like “ur off ur fuckin tits man” n then practice secretly on his own for hours that night n get 9457295 scrapes. doesn’t like talking abt her dad like him so one time he put a firework in his mailbox n never admitted it was him. has reactions to youtube videos tht make him snort. quite funny in general rly. drinks a lot not that he can judge it’s just sometimes he notices n once he even snatched her cup n drank the rest so she couldn’t. played it off as their typical fuckery bt he isn’t sure what that feeling was. hasn’t been concerned often enough to know it by name. finds her hot at inappropriate moments like when a movie chara’s dying n he’s meant to be sad. finds her hot when she pisses him off too. thinks mayb she likes the excuse to hold onto him when she rides on his vespa but he kind of likes it too so he’s not about to call it out bc “he isn’t about that deep shit”. 

are they attracted to your muse?:  

KFJHGKJGHFGKFHSGKSHGKSFGH. imagine i was jst like no <3... yes. he likes to act like he’s less so than he is bt it’s obvious.

something they find frightening about your muse:

i wouldn’t say it frightens him bt sometimes he catches her looking at him a certain way n it unsettles him but he doesn’t know why. usually just pretends he didn’t catch it.

something they find adorable about your muse:  

he likes her short hair he’s always ruffling it n tugging on it. whenever she hs bumps n scrapes n bruises from falling off her board n getting back on over n over again jst never giving up or giving a fk. when she acts like she isn’t jealous.

would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

umm. no. he’s an asshole. KGJSHFKGHSKFHGSKFGHKGH. sighs.

would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

no..... sees that as dangerous territory wouldn’t wna blur the lines. looks away.

one word my muse would use to describe yours:  

baddie. FKGJHSKGHFGSFHGSKGHSFKHG. demonic (when they’ve had a fight). 

would my muse slap yours if they could?:

no. he loves to argue w her but it never feels that Real u know... more like flirting. even when they’re rly pissed off. wld never enter that territory he hates shit like tht w a passion. cue round of applause from the audience for this absolutely low bar.

would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

i feel like they’re not rly huggy people...... ziggy probably puts his arm around her a lot tho he loves doing that. hs kissed her more times than he can count too n doesn’t plan on stopping

BRADLEY & XAVIER

their first impression of your muse:

funny. mean in a more digestible way than she was used to. he had barbs n she liked the way people winced when they tried to swallow his company. when she got paired w him for a class project she met his eyes across the room n he didn’t quickly look away like most ppl. something abt that intrigued her. a sharp fingernail inside her head kept having to itch at something n she realised it was the urge for him to call her a bad name. this weird craving to hear an angry word inside his mouth just for her. she used to think that’s what someone wanting her was like. still does sometimes. this both pissed her off n caught her attention which is a bit of an accomplishment fr someone who gets bored by everyone n everything.

current impression:  

his heart’s more good than she expected. it felt a bit like having a cat drop a dead mouse at ur doorstep that u don’t know what to do with when she realised that. she felt uncomfortably like her mother when she couldn’t get out of his bed bc she was too depressed n that rly made her feel like. ill honestly. he did all the right things but suddenly she just felt sick abt the whole situation which is Not the normal reaction to ur bf caring about u but bradley doesn’t understand ppl caring abt her. felt more like pity. she thinks he’s better off. she misses him sometimes bt then she reminds herself she doesn’t miss people. does a good job of believing it. one of the best ppl she’s dated not that she’d say it.

are they attracted to your muse?:  

yes..... ws probably. unhinged n rabid when they were dating. very good at hiding it now however. cold at the drop of a hat.

something they find frightening about your muse:

that he witnessed her being vulnerable............ literally grosses her out so much like she’d rather die than. anyone see her like that. when they were dating she’d get paranoid her dad wld somehow find out too n smthn wld happen to him for it. it ws definitely weird for her like the fact she even cared enough to consider tht.

something they find adorable about your muse:  

adorable is rly not a word that fits into bradley’s vocabulary GHSFGHSFKGHSFKG bt hm. maybe if he ever tried to tell her what to do one time even casually. she’d b like awww..... u think i do what anyone tells me? that’s so fucking sweet. 

would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

in most cases no :/..... however if it was smthn to do w the guys that work for her dad then ya she’d put herself in danger to avoid him being in it.

would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

i mean she has in the past bt bradley’s idea of dates is like. starting a bar fight together. getting thrown out of a club n both falling over into trash cans in a dingy back alley. stealing a car. breaking into a random house n fking in a stranger’s bed. fking in the bk of a movie theatre w a horror movie screening. definitely not dinner or anything like tht. she wldn’t now........ they’re not exactly in a place fr that..... 

one word my muse would use to describe yours:  

ex. whatever. i know it’s not one word but “some guy”. FGHSKGHFGKSHG >_>

would my muse slap yours if they could?:

no. she’s a violent person bt not xavier.

would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

NO hugging...................... she fronts like she wldn’t kiss him bt like. if a discussion got heated n they were in each other’s faces who’s to say. 

NYLA & SEAN

their first impression of your muse:

strange little fella which is a very high compliment. kind of reminded them of an animated turtle come to life in the human realm altho they honestly don’t have an explanation for that it’s just the way their brain works. they love the turtles in finding nemo tho so maybe there’s some sort of correlation. very nice face. they kind of wanted to hold his head like a bowling ball just so they could examine it properly. i feel like when they first met him they probably reached out n smoothed a sticky label onto his forehead that said ‘catfish in chernobyl’ n they had one on their forehead that was blank n then they just wafted a pen mid air n were like ‘wanna play guesses?’ even tho that isn’t the name of the game. as if that was just. a completely normal introduction to someone. FGKHSKHGSFKGHSFKG. feel like sean wld have rolled w that tho so nyla was like :P i like.... if they played another round they’d give sean another sticky label that said ‘the loneliest whale in the world’ n then it’d start a whole conversation abt how nyla thinks they can speak whaleish. (whale spin on elvish). 

current impression:  

sean makes them think of that artificial blue raspberry flavour some popsicles have n how it’s always rly fun when they stain ur tongue. sweet n exuberant n leaves a bright impression. he lets them ride on his skateboard sometimes rolling along being lead by them holding his hand n nyla likes to shut their eyes like they’re a bird sailing above the clouds. one of their favourite things to do especially when the sun’s out. bc of this nyla thinks sean was a bird in his past life but not a greedy one like a seagull or a plain one like a pigeon. maybe a bluebird bc of his eyes. he makes them laugh a lot. they entrusted him to babysit their children (as pictured) in his hair for a whole day and night once n they had lots of fun with him so nyla thinks he’s very trustworthy and kind. he also is rly easy to talk to like they cld randomly be like “i’ve been thinking lately that maybe homer simpson could’ve been a good figure skater” n sean wldn’t look at them like they’ve lost their marbles he’d just go w it. they like his company a lot.

are they attracted to your muse?:  

😏

something they find frightening about your muse:

ummm nothing in particular altho one time when they were rly tripping out bc his eyes are blue n it got them thinking abt the ocean n they always think they can talk to ghosts underwater so they were kind of like. thinking abt ghosts whenever they looked him in the eyes. maybe covered their own w their hands n if sean asked why they told him abt it. suddenly he shut his eyes to make them feel better n it turned into a whole thing where nyla had to lead him around the party like a guide dog.

something they find adorable about your muse:  

his nose. watching him talk to his siblings. his hands.

would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

😌 yea

would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

yes............ feel like they’d have fun if they went anywhere tbh........ cn imagine them at a fair eating from the same cotton candy n chattering as they point out things. nyla trying to do that hammer game where u make the meter reach the top n lifting the hammer in the air n falling backwards bc it was heavier than they anticipated.... sean yelling like man down man down..... mayb they take a tab n suddenly the fair is so scary they’re like 😳 we’re in danger...

one word my muse would use to describe yours:  

silly (affectionate). sailor (also term of endearment). gnome (same thing again). cool.

would my muse slap yours if they could?:

no ur sick....

would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

ya to both. jst suddenly had a vision too of nyla being cold one time n clinging to sean from the front like a bushbaby in a hug as he carries her around. suddenly this mode of transportation hs happened more thn once (godmod) (contact my lawyers if u dare bebe) (bitch) (i take it back) (it wasn’t right alli it jst wasn’t right) (pelase forigev m eim shakign)

[ranma-rewatch]

Episode 12: A Woman's Love is War! The Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

AAAAAhhhhh! After 10,000 years, I’m free! Time to watch more Ranma 1/2! We’re getting ready for the middle part of what I guess you could call the Kodachi introduction arc, and like I intimated last time, she’s not exactly my favorite character. That said, I am interested to see how this can play out over the course of two episodes, so next paragraph I’ll have watched the episode.

Uh, so, I don’t think an episode has surprised me by being this much better than I was expecting so far in this rewatch. Like I said before, low expectations, but I really enjoyed this one. The episode starts with Akane and Ranma heading to school on the day before the marital arts match, only for Kodachi to show up and attack Akane.

This has nothing to do with the match, though. She literally just came by to see Ranma, who she has fallen completely in love with, but decided to attack Akane on-sight because why not. After Akane literally throws her at Ranma, he is suddenly confronted by our old friend Tatewaki Kuno, who is surprised to hear of Kodachi’s affection for this rapscallion. After a few seconds of thought, he makes it clear Ranma has his permission to date her, but when Ranma snaps about now being asked about this, Kodachi gets sad, feeling like maybe Ranma hates her.

Trying to avoid her wrath, Ranma runs and hides behind Akane, pointing out that he is her fiance, which would put a hamper on dating. When Akane confirms this, new stakes are given to their upcoming fight: if Kodachi wins, she gets Ranma. Kuno is totally down with that, since with Ranma out of the way, he sees himself easily winning Akane’s (and Ranma’s) affection.

It’s as Kodachi runs off, laughing, that Kuno finally reveals why he jumped into this conversation in the first place: Kodachi is his little sister. He’s aware that she has quite a few terrible qualities, and so warns Akane that she is likely to cheat quite a bit before and during their fight. As he walks away, Ranma and Akane reel from this family revelation, and Ranma notes that he can actually see the resemblance now.

From there, we cut to Akane practicing that night in the dojo with Ranma. She’s clearly gotten a lot better, though makes it clear the new stakes have nothing to do with why she wants to win so badly. Just as Akane notes that she hasn’t had Ryoga’s assistance in training for the last few days, or seen P-chan, the piglet runs into the room, carrying evidence that he’d been in Hiroshima and Kyoto. (Fun fact: my best friend went to Hiroshima while she was studying abroad there!)

There’s some banter over Ryoga’s reappearance, but then Akane trips on a tool, injuring her ankle in the process. It’s bad enough that Kasumi makes clear there’s no way she can play in the match, which means they need a substitute to avoid giving up. They consider that they’d need to find someone with great marital arts skills, who is really acrobatic, and looks like a girl. All eyes go to Ranma just as Ryoga enters the room, having once again used Soun Tendo’s hot bath to change back to human, and throws cold water on Ranma.

He offers to train Ranma through the night, though it’s clear quickly that Ranma’s general skills do transfer pretty well. The only big hurdle is that in Rhythmic Gymnastics Martial Arts, the fighters aren’t allowed to deal direct blows, only use their themed weapons to fight. Akane observes at first, but they both tell her to go and get some sleep, which she ends up agreeing to. Once she’s gone, Ryoga gets serious in fighting, and reveals why he’s really doing this: he wants Ranma to lose. If he does, Ranma has to date Kodachi, which leaves Akane open to date him. He’s not trying to spar with Ranma, he’s trying to injure him bad enough that he can’t fight.

Akane wakes up the next morning and quickly hears the fight is still going on, heading into the dojo to find they’re going at it, though they’re both clearly exhausted. Oh, and the dojo is wrecked. Ranma is delirious from lack of sleep, and almost falls for a thumb tack in the hand trap from Kodachi when they go to the match at her school. Meanwhile, Ryoga is amazed to find that he’s managed to get from Akane’s house to the school without getting lost, and chalks the miracle up to the power of love. There’s another trick from Kodachi in the dressing room, and Ryoga is hit by random cold water while trying to get to the gymnasium, leading to Kodachi kidnapping him for some scheme.

Soon, it’s time for the match to begin, and Kuno is watching in the stands, ready to root for his sister for what he admits is the first time ever. Kodachi descends from the ceiling in a wedding dress while having rockets fired at her new opponent, all very on-brand for her. Ranma is asked what his name is, and he just gives them his real name, to Akane’s confusion. The Kuno’s both just take this as Ranma somehow having the exact same name as, well, Ranma, and some of their classmates in the crowd notice that they do look alike, pondering on how they’re connected.

The fight goes to start, but Kodachi begins by dazing Ranma with a twirly ribbon and an onslaught of black roses, then uses that opening to attach a chain to Ranma’s wrist. On the other end of that chain is P-chan, which Kodachi thinks will ensure she ends the match. But we don’t get to see that yet, because that’s for next episode!

So, a lot of thoughts, actually. First things first, I feel like this is the first episode of the series so far that’s really gone whole-hog into what a lot of people think of as the series’ main premise. For this whole set-up, Kodachi loves uncursed Ranma but hates Akane and cursed Ranma, Kuno loves cursed Ranma and Akane but hates uncursed Ranma, and Ryoga loves Akane and hates Ranma whether he’s cursed or not. This creates a network of alliances that all work against Ranma and Akane’s wishes. He doesn’t want to date Kodachi and Akane wants to get a victory for her school after Kodachi unfairly beat up the actual gymnastics team.

It all feels very farcical, in a good way. Throughout this rewatch, there have been times when the humor doesn’t really land for me, usually because it just gets too silly for me, if that makes any sense. But this worked perfectly, it was all very character driven while also being deeply ridiculous. Things like Kuno having the sense of mind to see that his sister is a weird one while not being cognizant of his own strangeness kind of brought it to earth in a way, and it was all just a good time.

I also quite enjoyed a lot of the animation, the changes to character designs, and the general dynamics on display. There was something weirdly smooth to how Ryoga entered Akane’s room and put his arm around Ranma’s shoulder that just felt cool to watch. The facial expressions in that scene, and throughout, were also in top form. The way he goes from clearly coming in with an ulterior motive, to revealing what he’s really up to, it all felt a little more devious than we get from Ryoga, but in a good way.

I’m not usually a big fan of leotards, but, uh, Ranma and Akane can both really rock them. (I’d also love to see uncursed Ranma in one, I’m sure his butt would look just as good.) Akane showed up to the match dressed like a ringside coach, and it just radiates powerful butch lesbian energy. The referee to the match is also dressed in a pretty masculine way, and similarly gives off wonderful vibes. Just a really aesthetically pleasing episode for me.

The pacing was also really tight. A lot of stuff got packed into the episode’s runtime, and I’d love to compare it to this section of the manga to see if that’s because it’s a particularly dense storyline or because they made the decision to just stuff the episode with as much manga as they could. We’ll get to my rating after the Character Spotlight, but this is just a treat of an episode, and one I have to say again that I wasn’t anticipating in the slightest. Major kudos to everyone who worked on this episode.

Okay, so, now let’s do a Spotlight on Kodachi. The big reason I held off on doing one last week is that her last name hadn’t been revealed, and her Kuno-ness is kind of a big part of who she is, I didn’t want to wait for the next time I decided to give her a Spotlight to cover that part of her.

Alright, so, as usual, let’s start with voice actors. In English, she actually had three different VA’s over the course of the series run. I’ve actually decided that, going forward, with cases like these I’m just going to focus on who the current voice actors are, and talk about the new ones when they appear. Her first actress in my native tongue is Teryl Rothery, who is actually more well known for her live-action work. She appears to play a main character in Stargate SG-1, which I have never seen, and has filled the role of Jean Loring in Arrow. (Which I have seen, but never noticed that Ray Palmer’s ex-wife was in the show in the seasons I saw of it.) In Japanese, she’s portrayed by Saeko Shimazu, who has actually played a role in every Rumiko Takahasi anime adaptation from that era, so that’s neat.

They definitely play the character a little differently. Shimazu is genuinely fantastic at playing Kodachi as the well known anime archetype of the Ojou. The way she does Kodachi’s laugh might be the best Ojou laugh I’ve ever heard, and she’s generally good playing the character oddly seriously. Like, if you didn’t know Kodachi was a dangerously violent person, her voice acting would just make you think she’s a soft spoken, very feminine girl. It fits her whole aesthetic really well, honestly. Rothery went in a very different direction. I feel like it’s hard to think of Kodachi as anything other than a villain in her voice, she’s more clearly malevolent, like a Sailor Moon villainess. Her version of the laugh is a lot more unhinged sounding, for lack of a more appropriate word.

That kind of leads into one thing I was kind of surprised to notice. It feels as though the Dub and Sub versions of this character differ quite a bit. In the English Dub, they frequently use words like ‘crazy’, ‘unstable’, and ‘mad’ to describe Kodachi, and in a way it kind of dominates her characterization. I’ll talk more about that in a minute, but I’ll say for now I had to sigh at those bits. But imagine my surprise to see the Sub instead talk about her being ill-mannered, stubborn, tenacious. As far as I can recall, they didn’t use any mental health-related words, instead just focusing on the idea that she will do anything to get what she wants.

This creates two fairly radically different versions of the character, at least for me. And I actually greatly prefer what I’m finding in the Sub. Kodachi there is played much more as a dark mirror to her brother. Ranma might say they’re the same, but they clearly aren’t. Kuno is a jerk, and doesn’t seem to take the objects of his affection’s input. But he also, at the very least, sees himself as honorable, a man of culture, and doesn’t seem like the type to cheat in a competition.

Kodachi has no such scruples. She is utterly ruthless, while also sadistically delighting in causing pain to other people. She is, in a way, defined by the fact that she is constantly trying to cheat, to get any victory she can, even while acting as though there’s nothing wrong with what she does, that’s she’s just a beautiful girl doing what she has to. The way they each fall in love with a different form of Ranma, while hating the other, is also a nice touch.

That was all a lot of nice stuff I said, but sadly it’s alls I gots for ya. Going back to the whole ‘crazy’ thing, that’s definitely the thing that, at least growing up, dominates her character. As far as I can recall, the fandom generally thinks of her as the ‘craziest’ of all the main cast, and that’s...not very good? I feel like, at least among some sectors of culture, we’re trying to be more aware of other people and trying to take in feedback, and ableism feels like one of the last big areas where a lot of people, even those who are otherwise far left, struggle to get past their prejudices. I’m including myself in there, I screw up all the time. But yeah, I think we need to kind of think a lot more about the ‘crazy’ tropes in media, especially the ones that associate with violence and evil characters. So far at least, I don’t really have a lot to dig into with Kodachi especially, but it’s something I’ll have in mind going forward.

The other area I feel like I have to rain on this Spotlight a little is just what Kodachi brings to the dynamic of the show. Which is mostly...not a lot. Of all the main characters who are a part of the primary love dodecahedron, she is the one who feels like could generally just not exist without impacting anything. She basically just does what Kuno does, but in the opposite direction. Ranma is going to end up with a lot of suitors, and someone else generally fills the role of ‘violent and amoral’ much better than Kodachi, plus she’ll be appearing pretty soon from where we are now. At least as of now, Kodachi is a character I find doesn’t hurt the show at all, but also doesn’t particularly make it better.

If it wasn’t clear from all the gushing before, I really liked this episode. But how much? Where does it fall among the ranks of all the episodes I’ve seen thus far? After some careful consideration, I think I’m actually going to put this at the number two spot. It really was that good, I have very little bad to say. The only reason it didn’t take the top spot is that I just love episode 7 too much. That makes the current standings:

Episode 7: Enter Ryoga, the Eternal ‘Lost Boy’

Episode 12: A Woman's Love is War! The Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 9: True Confessions! A Girl's Hair is Her Life!

Episode 2: School is No Place for Horsing Around

Episode 6: Akane's Lost Love... These Things Happen, You Know

Episode 8: School is a Battlefield! Ranma vs. Ryoga

Episode 11: Ranma Meets Love Head-On! Enter the Delinquent Juvenile Gymnast!

Episode 4: Ranma and...Ranma? If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

Episode 5: Love Me to the Bone! The Compound Fracture of Akane's Heart

Episode 1: Here’s Ranma

Episode 3: A Sudden Storm of Love

Episode 10: P-P-P-Chan! He's Good For Nothin'

This has been a really fun one! Next time, we’ll be covering lucky episode number 13, “A Tear in a Girl-Delinquent's Eye? The End of the Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!”, which will also be the ending to this little arc. I’m excited to join you then, and see if that episode fulfilled the promise in this episode’s set-up! See you all then!

[carcinized]

hiya ollie ollie friend beloved hru !! im about to get off of tumblr because i am currently procrastinating a Big Project that i shouldve started like a week ago so uhhh. ye. but !! wanted 2 say hi

you are a little bit unhinged sometimes and i love that 4 u tbh u deserve it. not sure where that thought came from. youre also super cool i like the things that make you happy and i like how now whenever i see smth i know you like it makes me think of you

you're like. the reddish-pinkish-orange colors of a sunset. that's you. and upbeat but calm and a bit melancholy/nostalgic acoustic music. and sunlight shining through the blinds and the kind of rain where you can walk a block and it'll be sunny again

i think that you and me should be cats together. i dont think this is physically possible but i would like to be a cat and also with you. i think we would be really awesome cats together. like that one cats in love thing that you tagged me in saying it was c!tob and c!rain. that sounds neat

my school has a therapy dog who comes during lunch block sometimes now ! i met her today she's the sweetest <3 i am going to spend all lunch time with her tmrw tbh i think tomorrow is gonna be a day </3

OKAY uhh i gotta go put my laundry in the dryer and do this ffhfhfjghfjing project but !! was nice 2 pop in and leave a thought dump in your asks :) like old times hehe

btw do u like the url change :P charlie & some of my kotlc friends pressured me into it ToT but like. its kinda really funny,,,,

OKAY AGHGHFH its 8:30. i am not getting any sleep tonight huh. pensive. anyway !! love u ollie if i end up sending u a lot of random messages in the near future its bc i wanna talk 2 u more. no pressure obviously real life comes first but. you :)) cool friend :DD i just rly like talking to u owo

OKAY . BYE LOVE U !! how arre u also? how was ur day? give your kitties pats for me :3

HIIII SLAY KING!!!! GL ON THE PROJECT I ALSO HAVE TO WORK ON SOME OF MINE SOON LOL.

honestly i love being unhinged u should see me irl. Today one of my teachers nominated me to be a like idk student embassador thing and i told my friend and i was like “why would they pick ME to settle disputes??? id be TERRIBLE at that” and he was just like “yeah you would be.” 💔 he has no faith in me anyways i decided not to fill out the form to become one 😭 (also it just sounded like a lot of effort and talking about feelings neither of which i like)but awwwww thank you <3

but :OOOO that is very kind of you… also the rain thing that is so interesting to me, i think that you are right but also we dont have that sort of rain here it’s all or nothing here LOL i never really considered that!!! I think u are right tho

dont call me a cat boy 💔💔 im not a cat boy i swear

AWWWWW DOG WIDEPEEPOHAPPY!!!!! have a good Dog king that sounds nice

Ur skaying and yeah gl with all that!!! Its nice to hear from y :]]]

Im gonna be honest when i first read that i was like “what url change” and it took me like a solid 10 seconds to find it. Very subtle but yes i do like it :]

and yasss slay that assignment king. I need to start my 10 page paper on amongus soon it’s due like November or something and its Long but i want it to be good so i must start early. Early birds get the 10 page among us paper worm. And yaaaaa no worries king ! I am bad at messaging first so u can always message me, im just a little guy also my one incident whefe i was like IM DELETING ALL MY SOCIAL MEDIA I HATE THE INTERNET i chilleded now. i do hate the internet but also i like some parts so im just Cutting Back you are a good part !!!!! <3

WEEEE IM GOOD. I GOT KIND OF PISSED OFF LIKE 6 TIMES TODAY BUT IM NORMAL AGAIN. EXCEPT MY MANAGER DIDNT CALL ME BACJ YET AND IM READY TO THROW HANDS. but yaadssss im good i went and got boba today and dill pickle chips so <3 i willo7

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hey, guys! so i just hit 700 followers!! and since i hit the milestone on the night before halloween, i thought i’d celebrate by throwing together a little supercorp halloween drabble. :) i wrote it p quickly, so it’s probably got a ton of errors, but i just wanted to throw something out there for the holiday, idk. um, here u go?

Kara’s staring.

She’s staring and, gosh, she knows she is – very blatantly, at that – but she can’t help it, because Lena’s so – she’s just – just so –

Rao, that dress! And the make-up! The – the cleavage!

She’s absolutely to die for, utterly divine.

Kara, on the other hand? Kara’s the definition of a big fat Kryptonian mess right now. She can’t think, she can’t speak, she can hardly breathe – and, suddenly, her decision to attend her own costume party as a very large sandwich – a ‘super hero,’ heh – seems extremely… unfortunate.

Because everyone else picked a cool, badass costume, which is horrible enough, but now Lena’s here, and she’s all smoldering eyes and pouty lips and – and Kara’s stomach promptly drops into her feet when Alex laughs and says, “Alright, it’s a good costume, I’ll give you that, but now you’ve got to sell me on it. Give us your best impression!”

And then, Rao, her knees legitimately start to shake as Lena, accepting the challenge, turns to her. She lays her hand on Kara’s arm gently and presses in close, affects a low, breathy voice, and says, “Gomez, last night you were… unhinged.”

At once, all the blood in Kara’s body seems caught in a violent battle, torn between rushing to her face and rushing… elsewhere, but Lena’s not done.

“You were like some desperate, howling demon.”

Her eyes seem to bear right into Kara’s soul, her fingers clutching at Kara’s bicep, slowly and surely stripping her of all sanity. Right in front of their friends, mortifyingly enough!

“You frightened me.”

There is the faintest hint of a pout in her brow and in the set of her lips, and it remains there just long enough for Kara to feel it, like a Kryptonite dagger driven into the soft tissue of her gut – before it smooths into a devilish smile.

“Do it again,” she begs breathlessly.

Oh, have mercy…

When she’s finished, Kara bursts out laughing in a nervous, obnoxious sort of way, and the inhuman sound of it almost seems to score her throat raw. Everyone else claps, drowns it out for the most part, but the tight pitch of her voice couldn’t have gone unnoticed. (Alex’s knowing smirk seems to suggest that it didn’t, and Kara studiously avoids her gaze.)

Lena smiles and bows her head graciously at the applause. She steps back, but her hand trails down the length of Kara’s forearm, evoking goosebumps and a tremble that makes Kara’s fingers twitch with the longing to chase after her.

Kara feels like her heart is beating ten times its normal rate and she’s sure her face is as red as her cape and boots, but the others are, thankfully, too enamored by Lena’s performance to comment.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen it, but from what I remember, you nailed it,” James says.

“If they ever announce a remake,” Maggie warns, “I’m tweeting your name at every director in Hollywood.”

“It suits you, with the dark hair and pale skin, obviously, but –” Winn gestures to the full length of her dress, the elegant black lace draped from her shoulders to her ankles, fitted so snugly every stitch could be undone with a heavy sigh. “What made you choose… you know?”

Yes, thank you! Kara would really like to know that! Because, as of now, it seems like the only reason Lena could possibly have for making such a choice is to sate her desire to absolutely unravel the tightly wound spool of Kara’s mind. Simply being next to her is a special kind of agony, because she’s standing there like a goddess, stealing all the attention in the room like some porcelain vision out of a gothic daydream with the Junoesque figure of a Renaissance sculpture and –

Lena shrugs lightly. “It was one of my favorite movies as a child, as strange as that sounds,” she laughs. “At times, growing up as a Luthor didn’t seem very different from growing up as an Addams.”

Alex laughs wryly and passes her a beer. “Let’s drink to that.”

Lena accepts the beer with a small, grateful smile. “Anyway, I’m a little too old to be Wednesday now, but I thought Morticia would work just as well.”

“Oh, yeah,” Alex says – a bit too knowingly for Kara’s liking. “Like Winn said, it suits you. You’ve really got the whole ‘ethereal beauty’ thing down.”

Lena blushes just a bit. (And it frustrates Kara to no end, because why is it so unbearably lovely?) “Thank you, Alex.”

“Don’t you think, Kara?”

Kara nearly chokes on the Sierra Mist she’s been compulsively guzzling from the plastic cup clutched in her fist like a traveler dying of dehydration in the Sahara. 

“What?” 

“What do you think of Lena’s costume?”

On the receiving end of Alex’s expectant stare, she giggles through a rather graphic mental recollection of every Kryptonian curse she ever learned, and glances nervously in Lena’s direction. Lena gazes back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“I – she’s – I mean, you’re – uh –” Kara gulps. “Hot. Look hot – I mean, you look hot! Are you thirsty? You’re probably thirsty! I’m gonna go get you a –”

“But, Kara, I have –”

“Kara, she already has a –”

“I’ll – I’ll be right back! One drink, coming right up!”

She bumps into the dining table as she struggles toward the kitchen and sends it skittering three feet back, toppling over all the cups and bottles resting on top of it in the process.

“Oops. That was… an accident. Sorry. I’ll, um – I’m – you like cherry soda, right? I think I have… some… in the…”

Kara yanks the refrigerator door off the hinges in her desperation to bury her head in it.

Whoops.

If she survives the night without revealing her true identity to Lena, it’ll be a miracle. Provided, of course, she survives the night at all… which, honestly, seems unlikely, because she knows that as soon as she turns around, she’s going to be face to face with…

Oh, Rao, she actually shivers at the memory.

One thing is for sure. She’s never having a costume party again.

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Third Time’s A Charm

Title: Third Time’s A Charm

Pairing: Ten X Donna

Prompt: Autumn Wedding

Rating: Everyone

Tags: Fluff, Pure Happy Little Bit of Nothing

Words: 4138

Find It On: AO3 and Teaspoon

“Not over there you… You DUMBO!” Donna Noble, soon to be Temple-Noble shouted across the church to the hapless florist. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, yet she felt on edge and agitated. She could not have asked for a more beautiful autumn day for her wedding to Shaun. The landscape was adorned with majestic old oaks ablaze with fiery red, yellow and orange leaves and the air held the perfect crisp, snap to the breeze. To the naked eye everything was perfect. Even her mother was in high spirits, complimenting her on simply everything…

And that too, was bothering the heck outta her!

Hands perched on her curvaceous hips,  Donna pursed her lips as she cocked her head and surveyed the church one last time. Yeah, everything was perfect. Too perfect. She should be over the moon.

Over the moon… The lost moon of… Of what? Moon lost? What?

Donna blinked heavily, artfully manicured nails digging into the pew in front of her for support. “Not now!” she half moaned, half hissed to herself. She turned her head to look out a nearby window, but it was no use. She could see nothing through the lovely old stained glass. Releasing her death grip on the gently aged wooden pew, she slowly crossed in front of the well adorned altar towards the window nonetheless.  Her long ivory gown swishing around her ankles was the only accompanying sound be heard as she stretched an arm up so she could lightly glide a finger over a section of the glass.  There was something about the colour of it that drew her in. She bit down on her lower lip as she drew her finger along the edges of the design.

Blue, but there was something about this particular shade of blue, but what?! Why was it so important? She was getting married for cryin’ out loud in a matter of what…? Forty-five minutes? An hour? What was she doing thinking about moons and staring at stained glass windows for?!

Withdrawing her hand, Donna mumbled to herself that she was simply going absolutely sack of hammers and she was damn lucky Shaun put up with her and her nonsense when she turned and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Hello Donna,” a smooth American voice greeted her with familiarity.

It was as if Donna Noble’s entire world slowed to a halt when she did. Her eyes travelled the length of the handsome man in the rather outdated outfit, snapping her out of her momentary lapse. “Well hello yourself,” she replied, one eyebrow slightly raised as she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. Internally she told herself to stop it. She was getting married, but honestly, besides being drop dead gorgeous,  she could almost hear a tiny voice whispering in her ear to stay put. To trust him.

And who was she to argue with strange voices really?

Captain Jack Harkness flashed Donna his most dazzling smile approaching her cautiously as he was instructed to. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important, but you need to come with me right away before you make a really big mistake,” he told her, holding out his hand as he came within a few feet of her.

Donna’s eyes seemed to simply sparkle and shine with wonder as they followed his movements. However, as the meaning of his words reached her, along with his outstretched hand, the spell the enchanting American seemed to hold over her suddenly broke and the outspoken ginger slapped his hand away, taking a step backwards.

“Are you out of your bloody mind?!” she shouted at him. “Seriously? Are you daft? Hit your head on the way o’er or somthin’ mate? Today is my wedding day! I’m not goin’ anywhere with you,” she insisted, her eyes that were a moment ago so filled with wonder now shooting daggers straight at Jack.

Taken aback, Jack held his hands up in a show of surrender. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there sister!” he tried to soothe her. “I’m your friend and believe it or not, I’m here to help you,” he insisted, taking a very cautious half step forward.

For her part, Donna was having none of it. “Don’t come one step closer buddy or I’ll knock you into next Tuesday!” she threatened, hands gathering up her full skirt so she could hightail it out of the church for help if she got the chance. “I don’t know you from bloody ADAM,” she pointed out. “Why the hell would you want to help me and besides, who says I need your help anyway!?”

Jack shook his head, exasperation etching lines upon his face. He knew Donna was difficult and he needed to approach her with caution, but time really was of the essence here. The drug Tosh whipped up to knock everyone out was only going to last so long. “You DO know me,” he insisted, going against instinct and moving yet closer still. “You just don’t remember, not yet anyway, But that’s why I’m here. To help you. Help you <i>remember </i>. You do want to remember, don’t you Donna? Get back what you lost? I know you know what I’m talking about.”  He paused, he only had one more ace up his sleeve if she didn’t go for it after this pitch.

The air in the church suddenly turned thick as the fabric of Donna’s dress slipped unconsciously from her fingers. Her jaw slowly became unhinged as she simply stared at the stranger in front of her. This stranger who didn’t feel strange for some reason and claimed to be her friend of all things. A friend that could help her remember! How did he know? Could it possibly be true?

She suddenly felt her knees threaten to buckle under her own weight but didn’t want the other to know it. Turning quickly, Donna pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a small gasp and reached for the edge of the seat next to her with the other to offer herself a moment of support. Whirling back around, Donna tried to ignore the headache suddenly threatening to overtake her as she focused solely on the pair of blue eyes studying her so intently.

“Why?!” she insisted. “And why now? Why are you here and who the hell are you? You from the loony bin is that it? Come to take me away finally?” she scoffed, working her jaw. That would be her luck now wouldn’t it? Taken away to a padded room on her wedding day.

This had bloody Nerys written all over it! 

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re not crazy Donna, not by a long shot. If anything, <i>you </i> my dear, are the most important woman in the entire universe… In all of creation!” he exulted,  smiling kindly at her.

“Now I know you’re off your rocker, mate” Donna scoffed, giving her head a small shake as she made sure to stress the word mate, “I am nobody even remotely important. I’m just a temp from Chiswick. I’ve never done an important thing in my entire life. You’ve got the wrong woman,” she smirked, jabbing a finger at him accusingly.

“Oh Donna!” Jack breathed, rushing forward so his coat swept out around his legs with a majestic flare.  “You really have no idea!” his voice was hushed, awed even as he looked upon her with remarkable tenderness.  He reached out and cupped her face with one surprisingly gentle, but strong hand, smiling softly down at her. “You my dear, feisty Donna Noble are so very much more and I am here to help you remember that. To help you remember how special and important you are and not just to me, or to the entire universe, but to one very, VERY special man.” Jack searched her face for any signs she might remember anything. Any clue that somewhere in her subconscious she remembered the Doctor.

At the touch of his hand, Donna could feel her the blush rising up good and proper in her cheeks, but she did not pull away. Instead, she listened intently, an argument poised upon her lips to refute his statement until he mentioned something about a very special man. Instinctively she knew he did not mean Shaun. The man drew his hand away slowly,  long fingers lingering for a moment, but she could not stop gazing into his endless blue eyes. They looked so old for one so young! So weary! Her mouth opened and closed as if she wanted to say something, but for once, words would not come.

Jack nodded slowly. She DID remember. Somewhere in that remarkable brain of hers she did remember! The remote scans the Doctor had done had shown Donna’s physiology was changing. Her DNA was becoming more Timelady than human. Maybe now the Doctor really could try bringing her back? A new vigour came over Jack as he dutifully and happily noted her reaction. “It’s all right Donna. Like I said, I am your friend and I am going to help you. Well me and my, I mean, our  friend.  Name’s Jack. Captain Jack Harkness.”</p>

Donna blinked several times, her hand flying up to her head as the throbbing only intensified. “Jack… Jack… JACK?! I knew a Jack I think…” her hands shot out in front of her, her fingers curling into the thick woollen lapels of his coat as her eyes bore into him.

His smile grew lazy as he shifted Donna to move towards the exit. “That’s me. Knew you couldn’t forget this face. Now, we’ve got to get you out of here. You’ve got a date.”

<p>Donna allowed Jack to guide her. Her feet following willingly even as her brain worked hard to process what was going on. “But… but... Wedding…” she mumbled even as he slipped out of his long wool coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders.</p>

Stopping just outside the side entrance of the church, Jack stepped in front of the dazed red head, hands braced upon her shoulders for support. “Answer me this? Why do you want to marry Shaun?”

Donna was stunned to discover the answer didn’t immediately come to her. “Well, he um… He’s sweet. He’s good to me.” She told him finally, avoiding looking directly at him.

“But you don’t love him. You’re not really happy are you? You can’t be, because you love someone else. Someone you can’t remember, not fully, but you will. Someone with big brown puppy dog eyes maybe?” He chuckled softly.

She opened her mouth to tell him to shove it. To tell him he had no idea what he was talking about until he mentioned “big, brown eyes”. It was then that a flash of pain so bright and so hot flooded her head that Donna groaned and buckled against the American. Those eyes. She remembered such eyes. They filled her heart with such longing, but the face they belonged to was always just out of reach. The details slipped through her fingers like sand on a beach.

Jack wrapped his arms around Donna to support her, guiding her towards the TARDIS hidden inside a shed in the Vicar's garden. “Shhhh… It’s all right Donna, it’ll be alright soon. I promise.” He told her softly, all the while hoping he wasn’t wrong.

For her part, Donna wasn’t listening. She soon slipped into unconsciousness and was carried the last few feet into the welcoming embrace of the TARDIS and transferred into the anxious, overjoyed arms of its resident Timelord.</p>

The TARDIS dimmed her lights and tried to hum soothingly as Jack and the Doctor waited with Wilfred Mott to see if Donna would wake up. It had been over an hour now since the Doctor attempted to restore her memories. By all rights, she should be conscious and shouting up a storm by now. The Doctor was stalking around the medbay like a caged tiger and it was getting on Jack's last nerve.

“Doctor!” he finally snapped, whirling around to face him, “can't you sit down for five minutes?! You’re not helping her by driving us barmy,” his arms were crossed in front of his chest as he doubted very seriously that the Doctor was paying him any mind.

“What if I was wrong? What if? What if I killed her or worse? What if she never wakes up at all?” the Doctor rambled on to nobody and everybody at the same time and suddenly appeared by Donna’s side in three long strides. He joined a pensive Wilf who was clinging to his granddaughter's hand with a weary expression on his face.

Wilfred forced himself to look away from Donna and up at the Doctor. “Don’t,” he said simply. “Don’t you go doin’ that” the older man insisted. “My girl here, she’s not been happy, not really, a single day since you brought her back. Doin’ this, no matter what the outcome… It was the right thing to do, Doctor.” His voice was sure, but quiet as he turned back to the still form of Donna, he brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead, “I do wish we knew something though,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

With a sigh, the Doctor leaned over the prone ginger and put his stethoscope in his ears, listening to her heartbeat for probably the hundredth time. The TARDIS shouted at him that she was monitoring all her vitals and that they were perfectly acceptable. Something he chose to ignore in favour of checking himself. He laid a hand upon her forehead and cast a worried eye at Wilf.

“Does she seems hot to you?” his voice held a measure of panic in it, and not for the first time that evening.

“Doctor!” Wilf groaned, “Jack’s right. You’re gonna regenerate if you don’t settle yourself down,” he cautioned.

Jack chuckled, “I’m gonna go grab us something to drink from the galley. Something strong,” he said pushing off from the wall.

The Doctor continued ignoring them both, his focus solely on Donna. He pressed his lips to her forehead instead, trying to get a more accurate temperature.

“You missed my lips, you great big outer space Dumbo,” a voice long too absent from the TARDIS seemed to reverberate throughout the room.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, which for a Timelord was a feat unto itself. In the background, the Doctor could hear Jack whooping it up in celebration and next to him, Wilfred’s gasp of realisation. Still, the Doctor was much too used to things not going his way to let himself believe his Donna was truly back.

He slowly removed his lips from her forehead, only to hover over her in the medbay bed. His soft brown eyes closed of their own accord as he silently sent out a wish to the universe to please, <i>please </i> give him this one. Just this one little victory, please!

Before he could open them, two hands roughly gripped the lapels of his suit jacket and yanked him down to meet a warm, impossibly soft pair of lips. The Doctor’s eyelids flew open as Jack and Wilfred burst into spontaneous applause. Donna pressed her lips against his with furious intent and after a quick moment to process, he did just the same, his arms wrapping around her as he let his fingers luxuriate in her ginger hair, pulling it from its updo.

“You may kiss the bride!” shouted Wilf, wiping away tears of happiness as he jumped up to embrace Jack.

The celebration was cut short when the sound of a sharp slap split the air.

“Oi!” whined the Doctor, one hand plastered to the cheek where Donna slapped him. “What was that for?!”

Donna narrowed her eyes at him, “What part of I want to STAY, did you not bloody understand, Spaceman?!” she huffed.

The Doctor stammered, “But… but Donna… I…” He looked helplessly towards Jack and Wilfred, but they only shook their heads, covering their mouths with their hands to hide the laughter threatening to bubble forth.

“Don’t look at me, “ Jack interjected finally, “I’m not sure even I could come back after facing Donna’s rath,” he managed to get out before Wilf’s elbow met his ribcage in an attempt to silence him.

Donna swung her legs off the side of the bed and held her hand up to silence him. “No buts Doctor… No means NO. You just can’t get on without me can you?” she sighed, getting down off the bed.

Relieved for the moment, the Doctor dropped his hand from his tomato red cheek. The outline of her hand having not yet faded completely. “Nope. Not for a moment, Donna Noble. I’m simple impossible!” He beamed a mega watt smile at Donna and pulled her into a hug that he had no intention on ever releasing her from. His chin rested upon her shoulder as he took his first full breath since he set off in the TARDIS alone. “I suppose you’ll just have to stay with me forever then,” he sighed resolutely.”You know, to keep me in check.”

Donna pushed him away, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Oi! If someone didn’t know better, they might think you were proposin’ or somethin’, Martian Boy.” The TARDIS buzzed with excitement at the idea, the lights in the medbay suddenly glowing more brightly as she expressed her approval of the idea.

There was no way Jack was letting an opportunity like that go by with saying something! He raised a perfectly manicured brow at Wilfred before sauntering over towards the duo, hands jammed casually in his pockets. “You knoooow,” he began as he made his approach, a devil may care smile gracing his handsome features. “We have a beautiful woman here in a lovely wedding frock, and a church complete with a vicar…” he trailed off, nudging his way in between the two and looping an arm around each of them. “Not to mention, a devilishly handsome best man and someone to give the bride away.” He pointed out, nodding his head in the direction of a flabbergasted, yet delighted Wilfred Mott. “It would seem a shame to let all of that go to waste.”

<p>The Doctor wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill or kiss Jack in that moment. Hesitantly, he tried very subtly to glance at Donna out of the corner of his eye. Much to his surprise, she didn’t seem too upset about the idea. Stepping forward and out from under Jack’s arm, the Doctor’s hand tugged at his earlobe as he took his place in front of Donna.</p>

“He’s not wrong you know,” he said rather quietly, “and you know what they say? Third time’s the charm.” He grinned a sheepish smile at Donna as his hand slipped to rub the back of his neck before he thought better of it and quickly made a grab for her left hand instead. The simple act of holding hands with Donna made his spirits soar as he ran his thumb lightly over the back of her hand. It was a rather remarkable hand when he really thought about it. The way it fit so neatly into his like, just like it's owner.

Donna gave Jack a not so subtle shove away as soon as the Doctor made his approach. She couldn’t believe what was going on here! When she woke up this morning, she had resolved herself to marrying Shaun and committing to a beans-on-toast kind of life. She had been okay with that.

Mostly

She told herself great romance was a fairy tale and that a nice, steady fella who could put up with her and vice versa was as good as anyone gets in this life. As for her lost memories? They were just that, lost. No one could miss what they could not remember, right? And that ache in her chest? That emptiness? Well, that was simply growing up and moving on now wasn't it? She was going to marry Shaun, who was a perfectly nice bloke, work as a temp until she could collect her pension, and then wile away her twilight years in front of the telly with a nice cuppa until she fell over dead. Just like everyone else. 

Problem was, Donna knew there was a day when she would have jumped at a chance for just that. But now? Now it simply felt wrong. Like less than nothing! Only she didn't know why! What gave her such airs all of a sudden to think she deserved better?! She was nobody special! A bloody temp from Chiswick.

Only,  here she was, back in the TARDIS with her memory restored, body evolving, and if she wasn’t mistaken the Doctor, her best mate, was about to ask her to marry him!

<p>Her eyes followed every nervous movement her Doctor made. The familiarity of it all blanketing Donna in a feeling of  warmth and at peace for the first time in as long as she could remember. She listened as the Doctor spoke, her eyes widening as he mentioned the third time being the charm.</p>

“Oi! Why you cheeky…!” Donna sputtered indignantly, stopping only when the Doctor’s grin only continued to grow at the sound of her becoming flustered. “I’ll have you know the only reason I’ve had so many ruined weddings is because of YOU!” she huffed feeling slightly vindicated

<p>“Weeeeelllll,” he began head tilting slightly to the side as if contemplating his words, “maybe if you’d quit trying to marry the wrong bloke, I wouldn’t have to keep stopping your weddings,” he pointed out, righting his head on his shoulders and pulling her into him.</p>

“Oh really?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously, “and I suppose you know who the right man for me is then do you?” Donna threaded her fingers together loosely behind his neck.

“Oh yes!” he declared earnestly, wrapping his arms around her waist, “Someone brilliant. Well travelled. With really great hair… Snappy dresser too,” he grinned back at her.

“Let me guess,” she continued for him. “Tall. Skinny. Too skinny. Like so skinny if he turned sideways he’d disappear. Oh! And impulsive and….” She didn’t get to finish before the Doctor cut her off.

“Oi!” he interjected, making a face. “I’m right here you know,” he whined a bit dejectedly.

Donna laughed, “Oh shut up you and kiss me!” she insisted.

The Doctor grinned moving in to do just that when he stopped, leaving Donna bewildered and hanging when she snapped her eyes open.

<p>“Wait? So is that a Yes? Are you goin’ to marry me Donna Noble?” he asked, his voice anxious once again.</p>

Exhaling heavily Donna rolled her eyes, “YES you daft man! Yes, I will marry you, but I might change my mind if you don’t hurry up and kiss me!”

“Well we can’t have that now can we?” the Doctor replied sincerely as he leaned down to slide his lips gently against his brilliant Donna’s. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, willing himself to absorb every second of this precious memory. The feel of Donna in his arms, the way his hearts were pounding inside his chest. The sound of his friends cheering in the background and the delicious scent of Donna’s lovely ginger locks warming all his senses as he silently promised to never let her go again.

“WOOT!” came a cheer from Donna’s grandfather as he rushed the couple, wrapping them both up in a bear hug! “There will be enough time for the two of you to be snoggin’ each other senseless later!” the old man told them, soliciting a few colourful comments from Jack. “We’ve got a wedding to attend!” he informed them, all but shoving Donna and the Doctor towards the TARDIS exit which somehow appeared before them.

The Doctor grinned down at Donna and the two of them looked at Wilf and then over at Jack. It was the Doctor who spoke however.

“You’re right as usual, Sir,” he grinned at him, separating himself from Donna and offering her his hand. “Everybody ready?” he took a deep breath “No backin’ out now is there?” he muttered which was met by an “Oi!” and a slap on the arm from Donna.

The Doctor grimaced  and then laughed, looking down at his bride. “I’m kidding, Donna!” he insisted. Glancing at all the smiling faces in the room, the Doctor felt lighter than he had in centuries. Grinning like a loon, he burst through the door of the TARDIS into the dazzling early autumnal evening air>

“Allons-y! Come along everyone! We’ve got a wedding to get started!” he shouted tugging Donna by the hand as he sprinted back towards the now empty church.

@timepetalsprompts

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Defenders of Aura - A Battle Century G Campaign Diary

Session 8 After sitting in quarantine for a couple of hours, we're given the okay by command. We're taken into a briefing room where we are met by a human scientist and the naul mage we met on the ship last session. Spectre notes that the scientist seems familiar. This man (whose name I have forgotten, I'm afraid) worked with Spectre's father, and looked after Spectre when he was a child. He tells us that our memories were altered by the same alien race that have driven the cultists mad; the Deitus. Something about them, either their technology or some innate power, can confuse or hypnotise other races. The current theory is that this is some kind of defence mechanism for them. Sinclair notes that his memories were also altered, suggesting these aliens must have knowledge of human technology. The naul (whose name I have also forgotten) notes that those who are exposed to the alien mind control for extended periods of time tend to become... unhinged. Hearing voices, for example. The Ebon Order were tasked with fighting the Deitus, so that explains their behaviour. Fiona questions why anyone is trying to fight them when they mostly seem to want to be left alone and never leave dark space. The fact they claim to be gods and are screwing with the minds of their cultists for some unknown purpose seems to be a good enough reason. There's something else though. Whatever the new biofuel is, it seems to block the mind control effects. It's noted that Adam Westfield knew of this ability and suggested that part of his plan to build weapons with this fuel was to counter the Deitus. Nina Burgess arrives to talk to us about something different. We never had an official leader for our team chosen. Nina reveals to us that the one she has chosen is... Ax. It makes sense, as a rock star he has the charisma for the job, though Fiona definitely feels like it should be her, even though she doesn't really seem to want it. We congratulate Ax on his promotion and then finish our meeting and are told that we have earned ourselves some much needed R&R. Skip to five months later... Many nauls have come to Aura to study our culture and share their technology. This has resulted in great scientific advancements over these short months, several of which have been integrated into our mechs. Ax's new mech, Riggnarok 2.0, is much the same as the old one, slow but steady, but with a new biofuel reactor powering an upgraded laser sniper rifle. Fiona's mech, Caliburn, is designed with heavy defence and shear stopping power in mind, with advanced armour, a powerful resonance cannon, and her now iconic anti-warship sword. Spectre's new mech, as yet unnamed, is now focusing on the new beam technology that we originally saw in Zack Adanai's mech, with a variety of settings for every occasion. The Beast of Burden, Sinclair's mech, has integrated naul techno-organic systems, boosting it's overall abilities and allowing the use of new chameleon plate armour for a stealthy defence. Ironically, this means that Beast of Burden is now technically more alive than its pilot. Finally, Juyon's Zweilander has had some minor tweaks, but Juyon's training has unlocked new techniques to be used in combat, making his fighting style that much more threatening. (On the off-chance that anyone wants a more rules-oriented run down, you only have to ask, as I love talking about this system. :P) Sinclair himself has also been upgraded, with the biofuel now running through his body as a power source. In addition to blocking the alien effects around him, he has unlocked the ability to use some of the naul magic, specifically the wormhole technology. Oh yes. Spectre is running maintenance on his mech when Eric approaches him with a message... from his father. The pair quickly find a video screen to watch it on. The following is paraphrased from memory: Victor: Hello my son. I hope you are well and that you are doing well in your studies. I'm sure you are worried about me, but I am fine. I have learned so much here and my work is very important, I'm sure you can understand. I would very much like for you to visit me. Perhaps we can work together. Attached are co-ordinates to my location. I love you, son. Spectre notes that this is very odd, as the "studies" Victor mentioned finished years ago, suggesting this message is very old. He makes notes of the co-ordinates, but he and Eric decide not to tell anyone just yet. Meanwhile, Fiona is running an investigation into the origins of the biofuel and its connection to the Sendai corporation, the company that ran her family out of business. Something strange turns up; the biofuel plant we attacked back in session 5 has been active recently, despite supposedly being shut down. Desperate for more information, she gets in contact with Zack Adanai, who is now leader of new mech team, Epsilon Team. Zack's father is a bigwig in the Sendai corporation so if anyone knows if they're involved, it's him. Fiona absolutely hates Zack, but she swallows her pride for the sake of the investigation. Zack confirms that ships have been going to the plant, though he doesn't know much more. Fiona decides to round up Delta Team to check this place out. On our way there we get an emergency transmission from Nina: return to base immediately. A fleet of ships have been detected entering the solar system on its way to Aura. There's no information on what this fleet is, even whether it's human or alien, so the military is on full alert. This seems important, but we decide we still need to check out the biofuel plant before we head back. After all, last time we went against a single ship we were pretty badly trounced and there's no way the fleet will get here before we get back. We tell Nina we detected some kind of signal that might be related to the appearance of this fleet (a bluff) and she agrees that it is important enough to investigate. When we arrive, we find that the place is empty. As in literally everything has been taken and all traces of who might have done it have been wiped. As we head inside the GM makes us all roll willpower checks. We all fail. It seems like a bad sign, but we all feel... better. Stronger. More alert and even more confident. Spectre recalls that large quantities of biofuel have an energy signature that has been known to have such an effect on humans. Sinclair even seems to be affected, the biofuel in his metal veins improving his processing power. The source seems to be coming from a capped drilling hole in the centre of the base. Sinclair's sensors note large amounts of biofuel underneath and lets the team know that it would be a Bad IdeaTM to open it. The team agrees. Finding nothing else, we head back to base. Upon arrival we are told that contact has been made with the fleet. It's the African Federation and they have come from Earth, running from the Chinese who have invaded Africa as part of their world domination bid. Eeep! Oh, and the Chinese navy followed them here and are preparing to invade Aura. Double eeep! What follows next is a long and frankly circular discussion over what can be done. The presidents of Neovara, Novak, and Camelot are invited in to the war room for a meeting, along with General Gana, the African commander. I'll spare you the details as I was honestly very tired that session (as were at least two other players) but in the end we came up with an ambush plan, attacking the enemy as they come out of the local warp gate, then luring them into Deitus space to let the so-called gods take care of the problem for us. Nina tells us we have a week to prepare. Session ends. If this one seems shorter, well, I'm not gonna lie, this session dragged on a bit. That final paragraph probably took up 90 minutes of real time, so I've trimmed a lot. On the plus side, it freed us up for a large actiony session afterwards. So, look forward to that soon. :D Bonus quotes: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/shows...postcount=1261

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Homestuck Candy Epilogue - Reactions Pages 17 - 23

I wonder what John and Roxy will be naming their baby. Is it going to be a "new" name, but following an existing trend (starting with "Ro" or "J")?

Or are they going to name them after someone they've lost? Dirk? John's Dad (are we finally going to learn his name?)? Fefeta??? :D

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Wow... man. The page where Dave came looking for Dirk felt like straight out of a horror movie, but this page feels like one hella intense thriller.

It's almost like John's about to discover he's in the Matrix or something. :P

No but seriously... I guess the longer they remain in the Candy timeline, the more unhinged it's becoming from canon?

Man, John really just can't find his peace anywhere, can he? Both in the Meat timeline, and in the Candy timeline.

It's like he actually needs Terezi by his side to find a way to be happy.

I'm guessing that the Candy timeline is sort of like a doomed timeline, because John HAD to go back to fight Lord English to satisfy the Alpha timeline.

And somehow, John is the only one who's feeling just how wrong everything is. Does it have to do with his retcon powers? Although he's seemingly lost the ability to use them.

I actually almost expected Terezi not to answer him. That it was suddenly gonna be Meat Dirk or something.

I'm really, really curious where this is gonna go. Is Candy John going to leave his reality behind and join everyone in the Meat timeline or something?

Is this all boiling back to how John doesn't "fit" with these people, seeing as he originates from a pre-reton reality whereas these people are all the ones who resulted from his retcons (except for Roxy)?

I just find it so curious how Meat and Candy are separate timelines, and you'd THINK there's only one version of the Furthest Ring out there... and yet John keeps being in contact with Terezi. This is not like Davesprite's timeline where they totally lost contact with everyone outside of their singular timeline.

I know I'm basically repeating myself at this point, but it keeps nagging in my head. ARE there two separate Terezis for Meat and Candy, or is there only one? And if there's only one, does that mean Terezi's hiding something and she's actually further down the timeline, from way past what we've seen from her in the Meat timeline?

Anyway, enough about that. Let's address the names here!

Oh man, I should have seen Harry Anderson Egbert coming. I totally love that choice... If they get a second child, are they gonna name it after Nic Cage? xD

I'm actually surprised Rose and Kanaya decided to name their Grub Vriska! I just thought they were gonna come up with a new, spider-themed name. Now it's really like Vriska has been reborn. :O

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Wow... man.

I honestly thought The Gamzee/Jane/Jake thing wasn't going to be further explored, limited to the one-off mention from John to Terezi. But here we are!

I've got to say, I really, really like how Jake and Gamzee are being treated in the Candy Epilogue. They're not being treated as the butt monkeys they've usually been, especially in the later part of Homestuck and in the Meat Epilogue, but back as their own full fledged characters with their own particular issues, interests and ideas.

It's good to see how Gamzee still cares enough about his race that he's more on the side of Kanaya and such in this debate than with Jane, despite... err, apparently being kismesisses. xD

And well, at least he's a little bit more in a better state of mind than when pre-retcon Gamzee basically abused Terezi, so that he can be a better kismesis it seems...

Poor Jake though. Looks like John isn't the only one not entirely at peace with the current situation. I wonder if they'll have a conversation with each other again soon? I think they'd both definitely benefit from that.

Anyway, let's address Baby Tavros!!!! :D

N'aww, that's so adorable. It makes so much sense, Tavros was a good friend to Jake, and I guess if Gamzee's also partaking in raising him, he also used to be good friends with Tavros.

It's interesting how Vriska and Tavros have both been reborn, in a way.

Though abundantChewtoys has a good point, it seems this Tavros is a human and not a Troll? So unlike Grub Vriska he doesn't seem to be the actual descandant of Tavros (or at least not as directly as Grub Vriska)?

It's making me wonder though... whatever happened to Gcatavrosprite? And for that matter, all the other Sprites? Wherever they did they go?

We know they also came to Earth. We saw the Nannasprites during the Credits, and I believe Gcatavrosprite and Jasprosesprite^2 showed up during the Halloween snaps?

Was their timespan limited as Sprites, that they have passed away in the meantime? Or are they still around somewhere?

Ha, it's a funny suggestion from abundantChewtoys that perhaps the Feferi Peixes, Eridan Ampora and Sollux Captor mentioned as "characters" at the start of the Epilogue aren't the actual Trolls we'd expect, but simply their "descendants" (literally or not) that might still appear later on in this Epilogue.

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WHAT THE FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

THAT'S...... THAT'S THE JADE FROM MEAT JOHN'S RETCON, HOLY SHIT.

Oh god, so what we saw at the post-scriptum, where Jade, Aradia and Davebot went through a portal... that's going to lead them HERE????

Okay, I suddenly understand jack shit. Implications so far have been that the Candy timeline is "irrelevant" compared to the Meat timeline, but the post-scriptum of the Meat Epilogue said something about how everything BELOW the vortex was irrelevant, and what was beyond it, wouldn't be.

Which means... is the Candy Earth going to be far more relevant than we think??? I mean, other than my theories that Candy Earth would the one on which Calliope and Caliborn would be born, and that Candy Gamzee would go there.

Holy fucking SHIT.

Oh man, so Jade's calling Jane. Is it to revive this Jade, in case she really is dead?

This is getting hella fucked up.

Now the question is, ARE Aradia and Davebot going to be arriving at this same place, roughly a few minutes later? Or will their destination be somewhere/somewhen else?

Which reminds me... just where the hell is Meat Dirk, Meat Rose, Meat Terezi and Meat John's corpse headed? Are they also coming to Candy Earth?

That would be so hella fucked up. And what does it mean for the OTHER Meat people? Would they also find a way to this place?

Are they all eventually going to merge into one singular person?

Jesus CHRIST this is getting crazy.

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Maaaaaaaaaaan, god, the Candy Epilogue is REALLY firing up now with the past few pages.

First of all, can I just say how perfect it is that Vriska Lalonde and Tavros Crocker just met and instantly Vriska was bullying Tavros? Jegus god, they truly are reborn. xD

I love how Jake is turning out to be a good caring father. After all, he did manage to calm both babies down, and let's be honest, that's a real accomplishment when you're dealing with Vriska reborn.

And well, now we have confirmation that Tavros Crocker is actually a human! It's just so fitting, with how gentle Tavros Nitram was, he's a perfect fit to be "reborn" as a human.

I definitely didn't expect everyone to be getting together in this scene immediately (except for Calliope...), but here we are! But yeah... it was to be expected that things would go real wrong, real fast.

I admire how Karkat had the guts to tell Jane off and tell him what he felt about the entire situation. He's transforming into a natural leader of Trolls, without actually running for president this time.

The implications are that the Troll Kingdom is THIS close to a revolution... is it time for The Great Troll Revolution 3? After the Alternian revolutions by The Sufferer and The Summoner.

Also, let's address the fact that John has a mustache. Davesprite would be so disappointed. xD

Anyway, welp, so Jade can't be revived! :(

What's going to happen then, is her conscious somehow going to be transferred to Candy Jade? And seeing as this 16-year old Jade was a bit linked to the actual Meat Jade, is this also going to create a direct link between Candy Jade and Meat Jade (AKA Alternate Calliope)?

The topic of the ultimate self came up again, and it's really like this is building up to a total merger of different selves.

If this Meat/Game Over Jade can't co-exist together with Candy Jade, what does that mean for anyone else who might come through the vortex? Aradia would probably done fine seeing as she'd be the only version of her here. But what about that Davebot? If the other Meat versions of the characters are also on their way, Meat Dirk and Meat Terezi would probably be fine to pass through. But it would be total massacre for Meat Rose, Meat Dave, Meat Kanaya, Meat Karkat etc. if they are also all coming, right?

Man, I'm getting more and more curious where this Epilogue is going.

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HOLY MOTHER OF A FUCKING COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW

ARADIA IS HERE! FUCKING SOLLUX IS HERE!! HOLY FUCKING ALTERNATE CALLIOPE IS HERE!!!!

WHAT THE SHIT IS GOING ON

This is confusing as heck. Didn't the post-scriptum imply that Sollux WASN'T coming, that it was just Aradia and Davebot following Jade?

I'm not going to lie, with that twist I almost expected Karkat's joke about Nepeta showing up was gonna turn out to be true and suddenly a whole bunch of people were going to show up.

What the shit is going on?

Okay, so if Aradia, Jade and Davebot weren't the only ones to come through, we've got no idea who else is going to show up other than Sollux. Vriska? Meenah? Dirk and the entire gang???

It's suspicious how all of a sudden Alternate Calliope has showed up. I mean, Meat Jade was her carrier, and she was following Meat Dirk along with the rest of the Meat people.

Does this mean she has the power to entirely transcend these realities and be in both places at the same time?

Or are the Meat people already here????

Talking about Calliope... suddenly she was here, at the funeral. Acting relatively normal, but still seemingly catching John's suspicion for a moment.

And now, just like Meat Calliope did, she ran away as soon as Alternate Calliope showed up.

Was it all a red herring? That there's nothing ominous going on with Candy Calliope after all? That it was just to put us on a false track?

Interestingly, Alternate Calliope is managing to still "co-exist" with Meat/Candy Calliope in both realities, unlike Jade. Is it because she's not physically here and just occupying the body of someone else?

Also, god, Aradia and Sollux are GOLDEN in this page. I love their reactions to the corpse party.

When they were interacting with Gamzee, I couldn't help but wonder... isn't this the very first time in the entirety of Homestuck that we see Gamzee interacting with either of them?

It could be I'm forgetting some moment, but at least it's a real rarity.

Anyway, they don't seem to be too suspicious of Gamzee and seem to actually believe that he's, at least trying to, make himself a better man.

Man, as soon as Sollux entered the church I was like, I've GOT to see Karkat's reaction to this!!! And it didn't disappoint one bit. xD

It's crazy to think that it's been 10 years, at least from Karkat's perspective, since they've last seen each other.

So, did John and Roxy leave church just before Alternate Calliope showed up? It seems so, at least. That's interesting that they're not hearing any of this.

And just what in the HELL is Alternate Calliope's plan here? To protect their world? But from what? From Meat Dirk? Or from something/someone else?

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WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE???

Oh dear god, suddenly we're THREE years later???

And... ghost rain??? And... Eridan and Feferi, and.... whaaaaaaaaaaaat

This is so entirely fucked up.

So, did all ghosts who weren't killed by Lord English get sucked up by the Black Hole and pop out over here?? Yeah, there's no way Vriska isn't gonna show up here, right? Seeing as she also got sucked up by the Black Hole.

We're getting very little details about the picture sent by Terezi. Nothing about the background. Is she really still floating in the Furthest Ring, or what?

Or maybe she isn't and manipulated the lighting around her to make it seem like she still is???

And... are we now supposed to think these Eridan and Feferi... are THE Eridan and Feferi? Or are they doomed versions of them?

I guess we're probably not going to get confirmation of that.

But if there really are SO many ghosts coming out of the sky... then it looks like those ARE managing to co-exist with each other in this reality?

So many questions... uuuugh. xD

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I'm... speechless. This is ABSOLUTELY not how I was expecting the Candy path to go, but dang.

Honestly? This is even more thrilling than the Meat path, and that's saying something.

John has completely had it with this world. And really, I can't blame him.

That description of Roxy's eyes being like mirrors... that reminds me an awful lot of Rose's eyes being a mirror to Dirk.

That settles it for me, John's right. Something really screwy is going on around here.

Also, Jane claiming herself to be an excellent host... yup, that's a loaded phrase, and doesn't make me any less suspicious. Not to mention the fact that Gamzee's not leaving her side, and we all know what The Condesce had going with her juggalos...

I was pumped all the way as we saw John talking to little Tavros, then to Jade, and finally to Jane. This is exactly what needed to happen, and just reaffirms for me even more how John is my favorite character of Homestuck.

Also, I like the thought put into little Tavros' quirk! Using the commas like Tavros Nitram did, except using it more like a "real" comma or period, and then doing it 3 times.

And little Harry Anderson is totally adorable, let's be real here.

Anyway, what's going to happen now? What is John going to talk about with Terezi? Is John going to join Karkat in the resistance?? Along with Rose and Kanaya?

And... again, what's the deal with Alternate Calliope? Where did she go off to? Is JANE the threat she's going to protect the world from?

Are John, Karkat, Rose, Kanaya, and possibly Jake and maybe Dave going for a full fledged revolution against the rest of their friends?

Dear god, who would have thought this was the direction the Candy path would be going for. I CERTAINLY DIDN'T BUT I'M EXCITED AS HELL. GO JOHN. FUCK SOME SHIT UP.