#this is a big ol sad confused boi.

[writingmydelusions]

Demetrian Titus HCs

(Because I need a sort of explanation )

-He’s very hurt and confused. Part of him wishes he had died with his Deathwatch Team. He isn’t entirely sure why he’s still breathing, or why him. (This probably slowly goes away after the ending of space marine 2)

-He probably doesn’t know that he’s hurt or confused. Shame hides both of those emotions.(Indoctrination induced. He cannot identify a huge range of his emotions. He still has them.)

-He struggles a bit with feeling listless (He tries hard not to show it.) He does think he should know better or recover quickly but his psyche still had a big gaping wound in it after a century of inquisitorial confinement and torture and no answers.

-The body does, unfortunately keep the score. He still struggles with phantom pain. (Probably why he collapses halfway through the game) His body still remembers when it was put through hell and won’t let him forget. He’s old, he’s battered mentally and physically and he’s been Frankensteined back together after his body thought it was done for. And he’s just been thrown back into the fray not long after it happened. (Maybe it was just a coincidence he collapsed next to a chaos monument idk.)

-I think he does indirectly ask about it at some point off screen. The chapter apothecary confirms his concerns but doesn’t know what he can really do about it besides the ol’ “try not to push yourself too much.”

-He’s really good at putting up a front. That’s all he knows. He despises himself for what he perceives as his weakness-his hurt and his pain he can’t entirely banish from his mind. (Oh I’ve tried to do the same.)

-It bleeds into his interactions with Chairon and Gadriel despite his best efforts to not let it happen (why he’s somewhat standoffish and reserved)

-He doesn’t trust chairon or gadriel enough to give them the full picture. (So he tells them it was his penance. He probably believes that.) After the ending, he thinks he’ll tell them one day.

-he really needed to hear that Calgar tried so hard to bring him home. It would have ate away at him otherwise.

IN SUMMARY:

-Titus is hurt, tired, pushed beyond his reasonable limits and very confused. Now that some things have been cleared up, he really needs a break in between the fighting. He needs a space marine Power Nap. It’s remarkable that he’s even lived this long. That’s ultra blueberry plot armor for you.

[danielshouseofwhores]

💫Daniel Riccardo x Southern!Reader Headcannons vol.1💫

Reader is from georgia/south (NOT TEXAS,TOO MANY TEXAS FICS)

Daniel is a SLUT for small town diners

He giggles and gossips with Pierre, but not grid gossip, like, 90s school girl gossip

They also send each other snaps over break when Daniel joins reader on a delivery

Daniel.jpg will be full of pictures of the American countryside

But him/reader aren't public so everybody is confused af as to why he’s in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere Kansas

He gets toddler level excited whenever he sees an animal like “oh my god, honey! It’s a mountain goat!!”

Whenever he shaves/gives himself a new style, he always has to get a kiss from reader to make sure she likes it

Gets very pouty when he doesn’t earn the kiss of approval

First time he actually got to visit Texas and not just Austin, he made reader take him to the Alamo

He said “never forget the alamo” every time somebody said something bad against texas afterwards

Insisted that he go out and buy a Trans Am and dress as Bandit for halloween

He tried to get Max to dress as Snowman, but he refused to do the accent and Daniel was sad

Max lost best friend privileges for a month

ASS👏SLAPPER👏

He started to pick up trucker/southern slang, and the reader started to pick up Aussie slang, and together the two of them have made some Bogan/Hick language that nobody else can understand

Will watch the randomest of Netflix shows during a drive

You’ll just hear the weirdest shit coming from his phone

Or he’ll watch “Drive to Survive” and laugh at himself in the interviews

Begged you to instal a gaming console in the sleeper (“Bedroom” of a long range truck)

And we can’t resist those big brown eyes so now he has a playstation

And you will hear him playing “Red Dead Redemption: 2” (thats the single reason he chose PS/Xbox

Will pull the “Save a horse, Ride a cowboy” every chance he gets

And every time he says is, the Reader claps back with “Ride in a rodeo, then I’ll ride the cowboy” (Or smth along those lines)

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[gyuwoncheol]

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing

Pair: idol!Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: Good ‘ol, painful breakup

Summary: No one has ever loved you as much as Kim Mingyu does, and you've also always loved him back just as hard. So why wasn’t it enough?

Warnings: pain. Lots of it. Angst.

WC: 2.2k

Note: aaaah! First SVT work to be posted in publicever. The plot is admittedly cliché but i'm a suckerfor thess types of things and for anything sad and angsty. Enjoy!

He heard the doorbell ring twice in his home, startled at the loud sound against the quiet night he was having just scanning through Instagram. Slowly getting up, Mingyu made his way to the main door to check who his unexpected guest was past midnight. The familiar frame of the girl he loved appearing through the peephole was enough indication and he swung open the big white door right away. But more than the unexpected visit, the look on your face was the bigger surprise.

You had been crying. Red nose, red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a slightly swollen upper lip. Your small frame semeed to have drowned in a thick grey hoodie to shield you from the cold midnight breeze.

“Hi” you exhaled awkwardly, hands tucked deep into the pocket of your hoodie

“Babe” Mingyu immediately wrapped you in an embrace, concern laced in his voice but he also felt how you tensed up under his touch. “What’s wrong? You didn’t tell me you were coming”

“Yeah I’m sorry” you shakily responded, “can I come in?”

Mingyu found it weird how polite you were being, almost as if you hadn’t spent countless nights in his home. As he welcomed you in the living room, you took a seat on the armchair by the side even when he lead you to the bigger couch where he had been seated. To say he was confused would be an understatement, you were acting like a stranger to him.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Mingyu prodded, bringing you back to reality as he sat closely across you and held your hands.

You didn’t know what to say and even though you tried to hold it in, another fat tear rolled down your cheek. Your vision blurred in an instant and your hands flew to cover your face as the crying started once again.

At this point, Mingyu was even more concerned. He pulled you in his arms, effortlessly lifting you onto his lap to cradle you as you cried. For once, you let go of all your rational thinking and buried your face into his chest, neither one of you caring that you’d wet his shirt. Your brain was racing a million thoughts an hour but you just wanted to be held close by him a few minutes more. Without knowing what’s going on, the raven haired boy simply held you close to him, his large hand rubbing your back up and down even if it actually just made you cry more.

“Babe...” Mingyu started slowly after a while, a pout now etched on his face “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but could you at least tell me what this is about? I’m getting so worried”

You shut your eyes tight, almost praying that Mingyu would think you had fallen asleep and didn’t hear him but even you knew that was impossible. Besides, though you did not want to talk about it, you needed to talk about it. That’s why you came here in the first place.

Inching away from your boyfriend to sit right beside him, your body facing his, you scanned his features: his week-old haircut, the mole on his nose, his chapped lips, the warm brown eyes that looked back at you with so much love and concern, those cheeks you loved to squeeze, and those soft pink lips that felt best against your own. You had taken many mental photos of your sweet boy in all your favourite moments with him, and though you were sure tonight wasn’t going to be a one of them, you still drank in all his little features, commiting every single one to memory.

You reached your hand up to his cheek, the pad of your thumb gently caressing the skin below it before you let out a heavy sigh as you eyes met his.

“You know I love you, right?” Your small voice squeaked with that little accent he was so used to hearing

Reaching up his own hand on his cheek to cover yours, Mingyu nodded and replied with a sad smile “of course I do”

“Then I’m gonna need you to listen to me okay?” You said as Mingyu’s grip on your hand tightened, as if saying yes to her

Swallowing a large lump on your throat, you took a quick glance at him before looking away, “Gyu...” you said in pain, “I need to let you go”

In that moment, Mingyu was pretty sure he felt his whole world stop, like everything just shut down. Literally. It’s like he went deaf yet still clearly heard what you said. He was hoping it was a mere glitch in the system, or that it was a joke, like it was magically April Fool’s day in the midst of September.

You stared back at Mingyu, a deathly silence overtaking the room as you waited for his answer. It took him so long to respond that you debated about repeating it again.

“No” Mingyu didn’t know how long it actually took him to say that, but he replied with enough conviction to make you snap your eyes towards him

“What?”

“No. I said no.” Mingyu repeated. If awhile ago, he thought you were acting like a stranger, this time he was sure of it. Was he just flung into an alternate universe? What the fuck was going on..

“Gyu..” you sighed heavily, “please don’t be like this” you said as another batch of tears started to blur your vision

“Be like what? Fight for our relationship?” He argued this time, he really didn’t want to raise his voice but a point had to be made. “You said you love me right?”

“Babe, please-“

“You said you love me, right?” He asked again, punctuating every word and wanting— no, needing to get a reply from you

“Yeah! I do!” You frustrated

If Mingyu was being honest, he had always feared this day. But if there was one thing Mingyu was good at, it was at staying positive. He always saw the silver lining at everything. Now this also meant that he was very good at being in denial.

“So why are you doing this? People who love each other don’t break up. They stay together, they work things out together! And we..” he looked at you, eyes pleading desperately, “We will do just that”

“Gyu, it’s not as easy as it seems”

“NO ONE SAID IT WOULD BE!” Mingyu finally snapped, “BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN WE DON’T TRY”

“You think I didn’t try? You think we didn’t try? It’s all we’ve been doing!” You explained, recounting all the efforts you both poured out into the 14 month relationship. “But Gyu, this relationship will never go anywhere when so many people don’t want it in the first place. Your management won’t let you date, there will be fans who won’t agree with it, and my parents.. they don’t want me with you. Everyone is literally coming for us. I can only name two people who actually want us together: Wonwoo and my best friend who’s halfway across the world!”

“My other members would like you…” your boyfriend reasoned out

“Your other members don’t even know about me” you said in a pained voice that brought shame to Mingyu. Had the circumstances been different, he would’ve so loved for his brothers to meet you. He's sure you'd get along well. But he had experienced first hand how catastrophic it got when Jihoon's relationship was found out by management. The rest of them suffered too when it was discovered they had known about it all along and helped keep it a secret. He didn't want to inflict that same fate to his members if his relationship got exposed, so Mingyu always thought it better to just keep it to himself. Wonwoo only ever found out by mere accident.

“Why do we care what others think about our relationship? It’s just between you and I, not you, me, and everyone else”

“I know Gyu” you exhaled, “but truth is, with a job like yours, everyone else will keep intruding no matter what. I wish I didn’t care what they thought, but it kills me that you constantly have to sneak behind the members backs. It also eats me alive that no one in my family wants to talk to me. Yes, I’m happy with you, but I can’t be genuinely happy overall if there are people I’m hurting and-“

“Oh so you’d rather hurt me, is that it?” Mingyu deadpanned, “Cause surely it’s better to satisfy the fans and your family and my management at my cost. Right?”

“MINGYU, NO. It’s not like that. If there was a way that I could make everyone happy, especially you, then I would! But no matter how happy we will be with each other, we’ll still get hurt. We won’t truly be happy if we keep things in secret and keep sneaking away. It’s going to ruin us, Gyu. Your management will keep making it hard for you, my family won’t let you see me, we’ll have trolls hating on us every single day. We can only keep trying but if no one is going to support us, it will all be in vain.” You sobbed as you watched Mingyu’s shoulders slump in defeat, no words left to argue back.

He hated how right you were, how rational you still were despite this overflow of emotions. When your relationship started, you both knew just how many “rules” you were breaking but god, you both were just so in love and smitten with each other that you both just had give it a try. You both latched on to the hope that things would be okay. But hope has always been a dangerous thing, especially when it’s your only weapon in a battle you can’t win.

As you searched for any reaction from the boy in front of you, your most dreaded sight came to life: a tear rolling down Mingyu’s cheek. You immediately wiped it away with your thumb before forcing him to look at you. His eyes were now red and the frown on his face was making itself permanent.

"This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make, Gyu." You cried, "But I don't want it to reach a point where I have to choose between you or my family, or worse, to have you choose between me or your career. You've worked so hard to live your dreams and I'm not going to let you throw it all away for me"

“Is there no other way?” Mingyu sniffed, voice barely above a whisper as both his hands cupped your face

“I wish there was, my love. I wish there was.” You said as you wrapped him in a tight embrace. This time, really holding him tightly knowing it would be the last. “I’m sorry I have to do this but it’s for us. You deserve someone you can proudly show off to the world, Gyu.”

Bullshit, Mingyu thought. You are the girl he should be proudly showing off, if he was just allowed to.

The act of letting Mingyu go was like that of a knife stabbed into your heart only to be twisted a few more times for assurance. You were very much a blubbering mess. “I just hope whoever she is.. sh-she'll love you with allshe's got, a-and won't break your heart like- I am"

Mingyu’s grip around your waist had tightened, if that was even still possible. He buried his face on the crook of you neck and took in all of you, the woman he loved the most, the woman he never wanted to let go of but had to.

“I love you, Gyu. I love you so much” you sobbed hard, body convulsing as you let go of all the pent up feelings

“I love you too baby. I’ll never stop loving you.” Mingyu cried out, your heart breaking into the smallest pieces you knew could never be put back together again

In one quick move, Mingyu attached his lips to yours for the last time, a kiss so sweet yet so sad. You memorised how his lips moved against yours. You wanted to hold on for forever so bad. He was your happiness after all, your safe space, your home.

You both breathlessly pulled apart, tears never ceasing to run down your faces. Wiping your face, you quickly stood up and made your way to the door, wishing so desperately for the pain to be quick and easy.

“Please don’t go” Mingyu’s voice shook in a desperate sob when he caught you by the arm, in a last attempt to keep you by his side. You shut your eyes as your lips trembled. You did not want him to beg like this because it made everything a hundred times more difficult.

“Please baby.... just.. just stay one more night” Mingyu asked, a most desperate frown plastered on his face. With every tear that fell down his cheek, you felt your resolve break more

You turned to face him quickly for one more embrace while he planted a kiss on your forehead. You knew you had to go because staying a second longer would cause you to completely falter. With tears in your eyes, you gave him a tight squeeze and squirmed away from his grip, pushing him back.

“I’m sorry, Gyu” you said painfully, scurrying out his door with the tightest feeling in your chest. If you didn’t just know what you did, you would’ve suspected you were having a heart attack.

Mingyu felt his stomach drop by his feet. He watched his whole world walk away from him and he couldn’t do anything about it. He wanted to run after you, to tell you ‘screw the world, let’s just run away and be alone’ but he knew that was impossible, not when the both of you were at the peak of your respective careers and he especially had the whole world watching his. He knew it had been unfair, and he knew you never would’ve done it unless there was no other way, but he also knew you were right. That it had to be done. But how was he supposed to fall in love with someone else if that someone wasn’t you?

[bucknastysbabe]

My puppy man is trained,,,

Rating: Explicit what’s new

Word Count: 1,544

Tags: 40’s au continued, BIG OLE SUB BUCKY, chubby!bucky, dom!afab!reader, lots of name calling and teasing, Degredation, ye olde butt stuff (m!receiving), begging, man tears, oral (m!receiving), he’s the whiniest of babies in this bad boy

A/N: I told y’all thoughts were incoming about those Bucky pics from CW I found also this gets kinda weird as in The Other Kink bleeds thru at times but hey I write smut for fun so LICK IT UP

Bucky was whining and whining for her attention, eyes shot red and glassy from tears. She turned a page in her book with a manicured hand. His wife was clad in only her undergarments, perfect body on display. The Sargeant eyed her legs, gasping in strung out pleasure.

Her red lips moved. Bucky had to really focus to understand, especially with his hips jerking into the pillow. “Horny puppy,” she laughed. He frowned in distress, a sad noise crawling up a raw throat. Bucky could barely think straight, even fucking his cock against the pillow was hard.

His frantic rocks against the silky thing were disjointed and sporadic— Bucky would stop to beg some more and fail. His balls hurt and the damn thing Buck’s pretty wife had shoved up his ass didn’t help. It grazed against his prostate on the right move, but the needy brunette really just wished it was something he could bounce on.

Bucky swallowed the drool in his mouth at the thought of having something heavy sitting on his sweet spot, crying out in a surprised manner. Her eyes flicked up at that, a questioning look on stern features. She asked, “Did something come up? Dumb puppy have a thought?”

He nodded desperately, lips unable to form anything besides another whine. Bucky’s mind was growing more scrambled by the second. She put down the book carefully, sitting up to peer at her mess of a husband. Oh fucking please, please, Buck thought.

Her victory red lips curled into a smirk as she crawled forward off the chaise lounge— slinking towards Bucky. His wife cooed, “What were you wanting sweet boy?” She watched him grab harder onto the pillow, shoving it firm between his trembling thighs.

The sargeant mewled, “Ah- hngh- I wan’!”

He couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence, too overcome and fuck dumb to talk. She giggled softly, pressing a thumb between his bite-swollen lips. Bucky sucked at the intruding digit eagerly, eyes peering wide up at his wife. She hummed, “Poor pup, can’t even talk, only good to hump and look pretty.” His eyes slid shut quickly, a frustrated moan echoing in the room.

“Let me guess, you want more up your greedy ass,” she said to Bucky’s excitement. He nodded and sucked harder on her thumb to show, yes, he really really really wanted that. She grabbed at the soft flesh on his side, teasing, “Always gotta have more huh sweetheart? Glutton.” Bucky blushed in hot shame, making his dick throb worse.

His wife had a point, he did over-do most things in life. His eyes flicked away as she continued in a low purr, “Never know when enough is enough. More work, more food, more sex.” He frowned deeper. Bucky’s currently very mean wife tutted and said, “C’mon then pup, turn around so I can fuck you.”

He peered up at her in confusion, her thumb sliding out from puffy lips, a thin string of drool connecting the two. “God, you’re clueless,” she patted a full cheek attentively, “On your back.” Bucky blushed in embarrassment. He truly was brain dead right now. The man’s wife always liked him to be exposed. He discarded the pillow slowly, rolling back to lay down.

Bucky was acutely aware of his flushed cock, soft belly, and stretched ass on display. He felt his whole body heat up at her predatory look, a hand planting on his hip with a rough squeeze. Bucky whined through his nose and shut his eyes tight. God- he was a mess but she made it feel so damn good.

“Spread em’ babydoll.”

He did so with a broken pant of her name, eyes still closed. The sargeant’s cheeks were flaming and probably matching her lipstick by now. Her other hand thumbed his nipple before sliding down to his belly. She mused, “Chubby pup.” Bucky trembled when she grabbed a handful of his softened tummy, nails digging in just so.

“F-fuck, god, please n-no,” he begged breathlessly.

She gave another possessive squeeze and let go. Bucky could breathe again, slightly. He’d get so overwhelmed when she’d tease about the extra weight, but he never made an attempt to work it off, because Bucky was apparently masochistic like that. Insanity really.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she commented, squeezing at a thigh, leaning forward to loom over him. Bucky couldn’t catch his breath, sounding like he’d run across the entirety of Brooklyn. She cooed, “Relax sweetheart, shh, I’ve got you, shh.” He laid his head back down and sucked in a breath to steady himself, focusing on her hand rubbing methodical circles on the softer inner thigh, dangerously close.

“You want me to open you now sweet pup? Such a good boy.”

Good boy. He was being good.

Bucky’s eyes pricked with tears, again. He whimpered uselessly, “P-pluh-ease.”

She pressed a kiss to Bucky’s knee, smiling real gentle and sweet at him. He stuttered on a breath, chest heaving when his wife eased the plug out of his ass. The tears ran down his full cheeks at the aching feeling of being empty, the sargeant blubbering about the horrid sensation. “I know, just a second baby,” she promised. Two of her fingers slid into the heat of his ass, moaning under her breath.

Bucky’s cock twitched at the sensation, mouth falling open on a weary cry. She scissored him for a bit before sliding in her ring finger with a soft coo, “So wet for me baby, lookit’ you.” He whined her name, spreading his legs wider and dragging fingertips into the wood floor. Bucky’s absent mind tittered about him making claw marks.

He definitely made scratches with his metal hand at the feeling of his wife’s hot mouth around his cock. Bucky arched into her touch, shouting when she found his swollen prostate. Her fingers rubbed slow circles into the sensitive gland while the woman’s tongue assaulted his tip. The brunette begged in a pitch that hurt his throat, “Ohh, baby, ohmygod, oh it feels s’good s’good please pl-please!”

He had no clue what he was begging for. Only that this felt like heaven and she was the angel. His wife bobbed her head along, fingers still making the maddening circles. Her free hand groped at Bucky’s thigh before cupping his sac and rolling. He arched painfully and shook, noises getting higher and higher, louder and louder. She pulled off his dick, Bucky choking on a breath.

She laughed, “Sound so damn cute. Put you behind a curtain and those SSR boys would think I was the one getting fucked.” Bucky brokenly whined again, sweet shame licking up his spine. Her hand lifted from his sac to jerk him off firmly, rambling in a raspy tone, “Yeah? You like that pup? Big strong Barnes is a whiny little slut when he gets something up his ass huh?”

His baby curled her fingers up harder with a grin. Bucky wailed, shaking his head to deny her words. Even if he was proving the point to be correct. She quickened her fist around his achy cock, purring, “Why are you lying baby? You can’t go more than two days without something in there.” Bucky sobbed softly, coming extremely close to that breaking point.

“Slut. That’s what you are,” she breathed over his sobbing lips, “You’re gonna cum from me telling you that.” Bucky rode her fingers in earnest, more of a jerky movement as he couldn’t figure out the hand and fingers thing. He moaned deep in his chest, “M’a slut, oh god, yes!” She pecked his wet lips and slid her thumb across his weeping slit.

“There we go. My greedy, soft, pretty slut. Wanna see you let go now sweetheart.”

The missus didn’t have to tell him twice, Bucky wailing again and painting his tummy and her hand with his spend. His thighs trembled and fingers scraped feverishly. The brunette couldn’t stop crying, his ass squeezing her fingers like a vice. She kept up the movement of her digits, hand sliding slick over his dick overwhelmingly.

“Fuck, Bucky, so precious,” she gasped in awe.

He finally sobbed from overstimulation, “S’too much s‘ much I’ve been good- hngh! N-no more!”

Her hands cleared from Bucky’s throughly used body, relocating to his belly and thigh. She whispered, “Such a good boy, came on my fingers like you were made for it.” Bucky could only respond with a breathless warble of nonsense, blue eyes lidded with exhaustion. He couldn’t even manage to bitch about his wife’s slim hand rubbing his pudgy belly. Bucky blinked away more tears, nuzzling her neck, panting.

“Do you want some water? Maybe I can draw a bath after huh baby?,” she asked slowly. Bucky held onto the words and finally nodded, his scrambled brain was still offline. His wife smiled and let him pull her flush on top of him, chiding him for getting her dirty. She said that with no heat, instead laying featherlight kisses and praises in Bucky’s ear.

She sighed, “I love you, my sweet Buck.”

Bucky clenched her closer and tapped back ‘I love you’ in Morse code, earning a delighted laugh from the woman. The Sargeant could truly say, he has it good, for once.

[sabrondabrainrot]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN???

@peachyfnaf your reposts are so OMINOUS

WHY ARE YOU SO OMINOUS

What do you MEAN you're looking at me with your big ol' sad eyes??? What's gonna happen????

I just paused my current progression to go back and watch the laes eps I missed and BRUH I'm in SUSPENSE

MOON GLAZER???

Rants on lore for TSAMS and LAES below spoilers beware!

I'm at the part when he had a really confusing nightmare and now he's spiraling. Old Moon said some really messed up stuff to him too and that's helping his spiral. I really didn't like how Old Moon told New Moon to die for his family. Old Moon also said Sun would try to die for the family but Sun doesn't really act like he has a death wish? Like I think a lot of ppl don't understand Sun. Also, Old Moon.... technically speaking not only is New Moon your legacy but he's in a way like your wish child? You wished to be a better brother and in a way New Moon inherited that. Idk I also feel like that dark Sun fellow is really targeting New Moon?

I am also sad at the lack of Sun. He shows up every now and again but he's barely present in the 3 shows I'm currently watching. Where's my boy?

With LAES lore I'm now at the part when Earth is kind of having to decide if the Creator is a liar. I think it's actually so understandable that Earth is struggling to accept the fact her dad is a chump. Lunar getting frustrated by the training and getting no answers is also neat. The episode where Solar and Lunar made a device to help Lunar with his mind power was so sad and so sweet. I didn't expect Solar's mind to look like the tv kid moment from the Tim Burton Willy Wonka (I love that movie and knew right away).

I feel like Solar himself is in a lot of weird denial. Like, is it just me to be bugged by how he describes his Sun and how little he mentions his moon? Isn't it canon that he watched his Moon basically die twice? (When he met Lunar way back when he told Lunar about his Moon disintegrating from removing KC?) but back to his Sun..."he knew the consequences" bro that's all you have to say? A homie died for you and you can't even say one nice thing about him? I think it's just Solar avoiding his grief like 1000% but I swear it's so disrespectful. You love him and he loved you just say something nice about him.

It's so odd to watch old episodes to get caught up to the eps I'm at in the other shows cause I know Solar dies and I know what Ruin does, so it is bittersweet to see one alive and the other one sinless respectively. Puppet on site kidnapping Ruin for their podcast was so funny.

I'm still on the fence with Earth giving people 'Therapy'... Like on one hand she's giving her family a place to be more open and vulnerable free of judgement but I'm also just like not sure if she should be the one to do it? Like, her therapy protocols as far as we know are ones the Creator taught her 'on a whim'. Can we even trust the things she was taught were legit?

Also Sun 6th sense looking right at invisible Lunar was the funniest thing ever. I love him he's the biggest brother ever.

Should I keep making posts overanalyzing the quirked up YouTube show? Too bad, I will keep going. You can't stop me.

[wheels-of-despair]

@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge Oliver Soon-to-be-Munson and the Best Birthday Ever The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #6: write me something domestic. use your eddie of choice, reader pregnant or not, just give me something for my ovaries to combust to. show me dad!eddie Words: 3.8k? It just kinda... happened. 😳 Contains: Oliver's first birthday with Janitor!Eddie and Teach. Notes: I did some bad math and figured they'd get Oliver in about 1994, so this is meant to take place that summer, while they're just fostering him. Then somebody dropped new Eddie Age info and I was too far into it to recalculate. Disregard if this conflicts with the official timeline. This contains no I Love You's - because I don't know if they're there yet at this point, and those firsts aren't mine to write anyway. (But I'd love to read them, hint hint.)

"Ollie's got a birthday coming up. Any ideas?"

"Hmmm," Eddie hums, crawling into bed after a long day. He settles his head on your chest and wiggles the rest of his body so close, he's nearly on top of you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. You both lie there and think quietly for a moment.

"I don't think we should do anything too big," he says thoughtfully. "Just something normal. If his mom gets him back, we don't want his next birthday to be drastically different."

"Good idea," you agree, twirling a strand of his hair in your fingers. "What's considered normal these days?"

"You're asking me about normal?" he chuckles.

"Nevermind," you laugh. "What was your most memorable birthday?"

"The year it was just me and my mom," he answers quickly. "Dad was in jail. Mom made me a cake and gave me a little red matchbox car. It was all I played with for months."

"Aw," you coo, scratching his scalp gently.

"Then Dad got out and stomped it 'cause I left it in the floor." You kiss the top of his head and hold him a little tighter.

"What was yours?" he asks.

"We were never really big on birthdays. Just dinner and a present or two. Cards from relatives. Very low-key."

He hums and nuzzles into you. You let out a sigh.

"I kinda feel like we should just ask him, but I think it would put too much pressure on him. Poor baby's still afraid to ask for seconds at dinner. Even if he had something in mind, he probably wouldn't tell us."

A sad silence falls over the room. You want to give your sweet boy the world, but you don't know if he could handle it just yet.

"Wayne used to take me to the movies," Eddie says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Dollar Days at The Hawk."

"The Hawk?"

"There used to be a theater on Main Street, before the mall moved in and turned it into a ghost town. When times were slow, and there was nothing good out, they'd show old movies. A double feature for a dollar. It was old black and white stuff, mostly. The first time Wayne took me, it was pirate movies. That's what kicked off my pirate era."

"Pirate Eddie, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Talked like a pirate for almost a year. Badly. Every stick was a sword. Surprised Wayne didn't make me walk the plank." You chuckle, and you can feel him grinning into your chest.

"I bet you were adorable."

He scoffs. "Pirates are not adorable! They're rough and tough!"

"If you say so, baby." You kiss the top of his head again with a grin.

"Anyway, that was our thing. My birthday's a movie dead zone, so there was usually a Dollar Days promotion going on. I don't think we ever saw pirates again, though. It was mostly westerns after that."

"Was there a Cowboy Eddie era?"

"You bet there was, little lady," he drawls. You cackle and quickly quiet yourself, hoping you hadn't woken up Ollie. "I was gonna move out west and live like the good ol' days. I wanted a ranch with horses and cows and a good dog and a pretty lady."

"Well, one out of five's not bad, I guess." He looks up at you in confusion. "You got the lady, at least," you tease with a wink.

"That's all I need," he whispers. You give him a kiss on the forehead, and both return to your previous positions.

"So, making Oliver a cake and taking him to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Good morning, birthday boy!" you smile from the stove, where you're keeping an eye on the bacon.

Oliver has finally wandered in, still in his pajamas. He's hugging his teddy bear with one arm and rubbing his eyes with his free hand. This child is the cutest little thing you've ever seen.

"Happy Birthday, bud," Eddie says, coming in from the living room.

"Thanks," Oliver says shyly, looking at the floor.

"What do you think: Breakfast first, or a present?" Eddie asks the boy with a mischievous grin.

Oliver's eyes light up, but he shrugs.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks you.

"I think I'm not quite done over here yet, so you should probably start with a present. That alright with you, Ollie?"

He nods, and you grin at him.

Eddie ducks back into the living room and returns with a neatly wrapped box, which he sets on the table with an exaggerated grunt. Oliver looks from the gift to Eddie to you, silently asking permission.

"It's okay," you encourage him with a smile and a nod.

He sits at the table and carefully unwraps it, almost like he's afraid of what's inside.

What's inside are ten Hardy Boys books.

The school library had a few random volumes left over from the 50s, and Ollie always had one checked out. They were his favorites; he would read the same four or five mysteries over and over again.

You'd never seen a child so happy about getting a book. His jaw dropped, and he reached out and ran his finger along the spines. You'd found a boxed set of the first ten books at a thrift store. They looked almost like new.

"They're really mine?"

"Of course, bud," Eddie assures him.

"For keeps?"

"Yup," you chirp.

First, he hugs his books. Then he hugs Eddie. Then he runs over and hugs you. (You step away from the stove when you see him coming, not wanting him to get too close to the hot pans.) And then he returns to his books, staring at them like he's afraid to take them out.

Eddie seems to sense this, and pulls his chair closer.

"Have you read any of these yet?" he asks.

"This one," Oliver points to a spine, "and this one. I think."

Eddie pulls out the first book Oliver pointed at and reads the summary on the back.

"Yeah, that's my favorite!" Oliver says in amazement when he sees the cover of the book Eddie holds, which is facing him. He excitedly pulls the rest out, one at a time, and carefully inspects each cover.

While he's busy poring over every detail of the cover art, Eddie gives you a smile that almost makes you forget the breakfast you're supposed to be cooking. The ding of the oven timer brings you back to reality.

Turning back to the stove, you hurriedly pull out a pan of biscuits and start turning off burners. Eddie gets up and pulls down a stack of plates for you.

"Alright bud, ready for breakfast now?"

Oliver nods, carefully putting his books back into their box, in the correct order. He tries to pick it up off the table, but struggles until Eddie swoops in. He's just a little guy, after all.

"Wanna put these in your room for now?" Eddie asks. Oliver nods and follows him to the bedroom; Eddie with an armful of books and Ollie with his teddy bear. By the time they get back - the books had to go on a shelf, obviously - breakfast is on the table. Bacon, and eggs, and biscuits made from scratch. The only person who was a bigger biscuit junkie than Ollie was Eddie, so you had two very happy and full boys that morning.

"What time's the thing?" you asked inconspicuously, washing the last of the dishes.

Eddie, who's on drying duty, looks down at his hand. He'd written down the showtime when he double-checked the paper that morning. "11:20."

"You wanna get Ollie dressed while I hop in the shower? If I go out smelling like bacon grease, every dog in town's gonna be chasing us."

He laughs and kisses your forehead, hanging up the dish towel and heading for Ollie's room. You drain the sink and make your way to the bathroom, smiling when you overhear Eddie teasing a fun birthday adventure while trying not to spill the beans.

After you're all dressed (and de-baconed), you hop in the car. Ollie watches curiously from his booster seat in the back.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you really want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?" You turn around and give him a smile while Eddie drives. "It's okay either way. It's your call, bud."

Oliver shrugs.

"Do you want a hint?"

He thinks about it, then nods his head. A nod instead of a shrug. Progress!

"We're going to the movies."

Confusion clouds his little face.

"Have you ever been to the movies before?" you ask with a smile, hoping that it's disguising the panic you suddenly felt. Had he really never been before? Is this going to be overwhelming for him? Why hadn't you thought of this?!

"Like when we rent tapes?"

"Not exactly. We're going to a theater."

His face is blank.

"It's a big room in the mall, with lots of seats and a huge screen."

"Muuuch bigger than our TV," Eddie adds.

"And we watch the movie there?"

"Yup, on the big screen."

"Why?"

You look at Eddie helplessly, and he chuckles at you.

"Because it's fun," he says. "My Uncle Wayne used to take me on my birthday when I was little. We'd get a bucket of popcorn, and a drink, and then go sit in a comfy chair and wait for the lights to go down. They show you previews of other movies coming out soon, just like on the tapes we rent. And then they turn the real movie on. You've never seen anything like it. It's so big! It doesn't even matter what the movie is. It's just a cool thing to see, and a cool place to be."

"Especially when you're there with your favorite people," you add, looking at Eddie with a smile. He reaches over and squeezes your hand.

"So, sound like fun?" you ask, turning your attention back to Ollie.

He nods. You'll take it.

Oliver is understandably nervous when you arrive at the theater. It's his very first time, after all. He clings to your side from the minute you help him out of the car. Eddie buys the tickets at the box office out front, and sticks them in his front pocket. You walk Oliver around the lobby to look at the posters while Eddie waits in line to buy a bucket of popcorn and a drink from the counter inside.

Ollie's eyes linger over the candy counter when you come to meet Eddie, but he doesn't say a word. That's alright. You'll hook him up later, you think with a smirk. Moms have their ways.

("Their ways" meaning you bought candy at the dollar store a few days ago and hid it in the bottom of your purse. You feel no shame about this. Movie theater candy is highway robbery. Just the facts.)

With a bucket of popcorn and a gallon of soda, Eddie leads the way into the theater. He picks a spot in the back, away from everyone else, and you all get settled in. You check your watch.

"Ten minutes to go. Probably a good time to hit the bathroom," you note. Eddie nods.

"Wanna hit the head before the movie starts, buddy?" Oliver shrugs. "C'mon," Eddie says with a smile and a tilt of his head. They leave together, and you guard the popcorn.

They come back just in time. Oliver sits between you, munching on popcorn and looking around. There's not a whole lot to see in here; it's a morning matinee, and the movie's been out for a while, so there's only a handful of other people. Then the lights go down, and Oliver tenses.

"It's alright, it just means the show's about to start," Eddie whispers to him. Oliver looks to you, and you nod in agreement. He sits back in his seat and pulls his knees up, resting his chin on them. You and Eddie share A Look over his head.

And then the screen comes to life. Oliver's eyes widen. You and Eddie are both trying to watch him without being obvious about it, and failing hilariously. You watch him all through the previews, completely transfixed by the clips on the giant screen in front of him.

When the theater chain's roller coaster intro came on, you thought Oliver was going to lose his mind. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his jaw was dangerously close to coming unhinged. You and Eddie grin at each other. This was the show you came to see.

And then the lights dim more, and the movie starts. Oliver perks up at the Disney logo, which he is very familiar with. You and Eddie's traditional Friday night plans of "dinner and a movie" looked a little different these days, but you loved them just the same. Maybe more.

A song blasts through the speakers scattered throughout the theater. Oliver leans forward, seemingly possessed by the music, inching closer and closer to the empty seat in front of him as each new animal appears. By the time the lions show up, he's standing, grasping the top edge of the chair in front of him with both hands, like it's all that's keeping him from falling into the movie.

You cover your mouth and look over at Eddie, who is grinning so hard, it looks like it might actually split his face.

After a few minutes of letting him soak it in, you reach forward and hook your finger through his belt loop, pulling him back to his seat gently. He lands on his chair with a light bounce, but doesn't seem to notice. You and Eddie share another grin, and start digging into the popcorn.

You've never seen any child pay such close attention to anything for so long in your life. And you've spent quite a lot of time around them. But Oliver remains focused throughout the entire movie, from the opening sunrise to the final scene where the good guy triumphs. He didn't even get scared during those freaky hyena scenes.

When the lights finally come back on, Oliver sits back in his seat and breathes for the first time in an hour and a half. He looks up at Eddie, then at you.

"Well, what'd you think?" you ask.

"This was the best birthday EVER."

The cub's ruling may have come a little early, because the day was still young.

Oliver had been too captivated by the movie to eat anything, and you and Eddie had only eaten half the popcorn, so you brought the bucket home with you. You looked back at him, munching on a handful and staring thoughtfully out the window. You wished you knew what was going on in his head…

But you soon found out. After he'd eaten his fill of popcorn and had time to process the mind-blowing event of going to the movies for the first time, and he started talking. And he didn't stop.

He told you about his favorite scenes, and his favorite characters, and what his favorite song was, and that he knew all along that the good guy would win in the end. He'd memorized so many details from the movie, after only one viewing, you were extremely impressed. You and Eddie nodded along happily, laughing and gasping in the appropriate places of his passionate re-telling.

By the time you got close to home, Oliver had nearly talked himself out. His blinks were becoming longer, and he leaned his head back against the seat. Eddie, who'd been keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror, took the long way around instead of his usual shortcut. Oliver was asleep when you pulled in the driveway.

Eddie handed you the keys and opened the back door to unbuckle Oliver and pull him out. You led the way up the front steps and unlocked the door, holding it for your beautiful boys. Eddie carried Oliver into his room and came back out with a grin.

"You think he liked it?" he asks, causing both of you to burst into a fit of hushed giggles.

"Wayne'll be here in an hour and a half. Wanna get stuff ready, or lay on the couch for a few?" Eddie asks. You look at each other for approximately three seconds before heading to the couch.

You doze for about an hour, then get up and start working on Oliver's birthday dinner. You've got a salad to make and a cake to ice. Eddie's got grilling to do. After all the vegetables are washed, Eddie goes to wake up Oliver. When they return to the kitchen, you send them both outside with a pan full of vegetables wrapped in foil. Eddie might not be great with the baking, but the man can grill anything.

A few minutes later, Wayne knocks twice, then lets himself in as you're starting to frost the cake you baked late last night.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Hey, darlin'. You need help?"

"Nope, just finishing up. You need a drink?"

"Eddie's got the cooler outside. Uh…" You look up from the cake to see Wayne rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, just like Eddie does. "You got wrappin' paper?"

"Yeah, hall closet." You point, and he shuffles over and pulls out a roll of blue striped paper.

"Scissors?"

"Scissors and tape are in the top drawer closest to you," you point again. "You need help?"

"I can wrap a damn present, girl."

"Then why didn't you teach Eddie how?"

"Boy wouldn't sit still long enough." You both grin, and he pulls something out of his flannel pocket and drops it on the table, turning his back to you and getting to work.

You slather the last of the frosting on your cake as Wayne walks the roll of blue paper back to the closet.

"I, uh… I didn't have any."

"That's okay. I've always got plenty, appropriate for any gift-wrapping occasion. Help yourself, any time."

"Thanks. Uh... all I had was newspaper, and I didn't have time to make it to the store and back… I, uh, didn't want the boy to feel like he was an afterthought." Your heart swells, but you can already hear Wayne's "don't go gettin' all emotional on me, girl", so you take an alternate route.

"Wayne, you know it's what's inside the paper that counts," you say with a wink. He chuckles, and Oliver peeks his head inside the door.

"Eddie says to bring him some dang meat."

"Tell him to hold his dang horses," you laugh, reaching into the fridge for a plate of burgers and hot dogs. Oliver relays your reply out the door, and you can hear Eddie cackle from his place by the grill. Wayne stuffs the little package back into his pocket and reaches for the dang meat. You pick up your salad and follow him out the door, which Oliver holds for you like a gentleman.

While Eddie cooks his dang meat, Oliver tells Wayne about his day so far: breakfast, books, the coolest movie ever. Wayne grins, then pats his pocket with a questioning look at you. You nod. He pulls out his present, and hands it to Ollie.

"Another present?!"

"Yup. Happy Birthday, little man."

Oliver looks at you, and you nod, giving him the go-ahead. He tears off the paper to reveal two matchbox cars: a red one, and a blue one.

"What'd you get, buddy?" Eddie asks, leaning over to see. He freezes when he sees the two little cars.

"I figured you needed two so you could play with your-- with Eddie," Wayne corrects quickly.

"Thank you!" Ollie says with a grin, holding his cars closer to inspect the details. Eddie shares a look with Wayne, then looks to you. You give him a warm smile, knowing exactly what this reminds him of.

Dinner went great. You had burgers, hot dogs, roasted veggies and corn on the cob, salad, and potato chips. (Eddie insisted that having a cook-out without potato chips was against the laws of America. Wayne and Oliver backed him up on this. Who were you to argue with the laws of America, as decided by the people?)

You brought out the cake and stuck the candles in it. Eddie insisted that everyone sing "Happy Birthday" to Ollie, and proceeded to dramatically air-guitar his way through it. Oliver laughed so hard at Eddie, and at Wayne rolling his eyes at Eddie, he had to hold onto you for support. He finally caught his breath and blew out his candles. While Eddie was removing the candles and preparing to cut the cake, Ollie looked up at you with his big eyes. You leaned down closer, sensing that he wanted to tell you something.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he whispers.

"If you tell, it won't come true," you whisper back. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins.

"Cake?" he asks.

"Cake!" you repeat.

"Cake." Eddie says, placing a piece in front of Oliver, then handing you one across the table.

"Cake?" Wayne asks, not wanting to be left out.

"Cake!" Eddie says, giving Wayne a piece, then settling down with his own.

After everyone was properly caked, Wayne went home to get ready for work. You and Eddie performed a hasty clean-up (thank you, aluminum foil), and you put away leftovers while the boys played on the living room floor with their new cars. Ollie's favorite color is blue, so Eddie laid claim to the red car. (Even though you heard Ollie tell Eddie he could have the blue one if he wanted, like the sweetest boy in the whole world.)

You leaned on the counter and watched them play, racing and doing daring stunts and making hilarious sound effects as they recklessly 'drove' over any surface in reach. You could watch them for hours, but that would interfere with a certain birthday boy's bedtime.

Ollie never complained when you told him it was bedtime. Maybe because bedtime here meant he got to wear clean pajamas and crawl into his own bed with a full belly and his favorite teddy bear, and have a bedtime story read to him by people who loved him.

He was struggling to keep his eyes open when Eddie finished tonight's chapter of the fantasy book they'd picked out together. You tucked him in while Eddie turned on the nightlight.

"Good night, baby," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

"Good night, buddy," Eddie said quietly on his way to the door.

"'Night," Oliver mumbles sleepily, "was best birthday ever."

It really was.

Bonus: Oliver's wish was that he could stay with you and Eddie forever. I can tell you that now, because it already came true. 😉

Double Bonus:

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Draco mini series navigation ! ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

pt 1

summary for pt 1 : Y/n finds herself in a sticky situation when Darcy bullies her once again. Only this time she isnt so lonely, she comes across a 'know it all boy' who she'd definitely seen around in school. Of course it had to be Draco of all people. ( how cruel the universe can be. ) Later on, he leads her into a battle field of even more trouble, yet the thrill of it all makes y/n's life just the bit better. Draco isn't the best influence on her, yet he makes her feel good in all the wrong ways.

pt 2

summary for pt 2 : Draco reveals a cunning plan to y/n making her reak in disgust at the actions mentioned. Yet she decides to become his partner in crime for Darcy's ultimate ego destruction.

pt 3

summary for pt 3: Things between the two, get a little more heated than before. The tension thicker than blood wiffing through the air able to be cut with a blade at any given moment. She definitely didn't expect to see Draco in the light she had as of now. Yet all those feelings crumble down when she overhears a conversation between him and Darcy.

pt 4

summary for pt 4 : Y/n thinks Draco is a big ol' meanie and tries to forget about him. Yet of course he manages to wriggle his wretched old way back into her heart. This time the once thicker than blood tension had rippled to coagulate into something way thicker. What used to be friendly teasing had finally become something more. Draco finally got to see the beauty that y/n had been holding all the while. Yet he was still confused as to why he felt this way.

pt 5

summary for pt 5: Draco and y/n take off from their last questionable encounter brushing it off like a crumb to a carpet. The whole ordeal of him standing up Darcy turns into something that makes y/n realise that maybe Draco really is a piece of shit. As she runs her way down the halls of hogwarts, sad, infuriated and confused she bumps into a boy who seems just as confused as she is. Together they help each-other get back at those they both hate most. One being... Draco.

i will update as the series progresses!

i'd just like to say thank u to all those who read this mini series or are about to read it, you guys are like my sole motivation to keep writing lol

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Aaaand another small thing XD

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The days after the near end of the world were hectic. There was so much to do, so much to fix. Luz was a constant presence helping in all the ways she could. Everyone was doing their fair share.

But there was no need in lil’ ol’ King. Not that that bothered him. Nope, not at all.

Baby titans need their rest, Eda said, patting their head. Scoff, he was no baby! He was a big boy now!

So what if everything is so different and the owl house still feels wrong and he doesn't want to sleep without Eda.

He was still capable! He was not a baby!

Frustration had built up once again, the unwelcome tears threatening to burst through. Without a second thought King reached to the side, searching for a familiar soft fluff. Instead he grabbed an empty air. Oh, right. He gave away Francois to the Collector.

The thoughts about the star child entered his mind, as they inevitably always did.

He felt conflicted about them. He didn’t hate him, he couldn't, not after everything. He even liked him. True, their friendship wasn’t real at that time, but he still grew to care about them and he hoped their friendship became real in the end. But he still felt bitter over how every little thing he knew and was used to was shaken, a weird parody of his life took its place instead.

Should he be angry at the Collector? Technically Belos was the one who ruined everything to begin with. In fact, if not for Collector everyone would have been… dead. But Collector was the one who gave that freaky spell to Belos.

… Collector didn’t understand mortality at that time. But Belos did.

Yeah, Belos sucked, no question!

King gave a tired sigh.

He missed Francois and the comfort his soft plush body gave him. He didn’t regret giving him away though. King was a big kid now, he could take care of himself…Collector could take care of himself too, couldn’t he? But then King remembered how sad and lost they looked.

No, the Collector needed Francois more.

At least the thought that Francoise was with them gave him some comfort. He will look after the Collector. Wherever they are.

As usual when it came to the star child, King was lost in his head, replaying their conversations, imagining where they could be right now and what they were doing. He could spend hours undisturbed like this.

And then the room bursted with light.

“WEH!”

Falling on his knees King shielded his eyes from sharp brightness, confused and scared from such a sudden outburst. What happened?! Where did this light come from?!

After the light died down, King shakingly opened his eyes, blinking the black spots away. At first glance nothing was different, but the room somehow still looked brighter. Except now it was soft and gave away a warm and fuzzy glow. Closely looking around the room again, King raised his head. And there!

In the center of the room, frozen in the air, there was a sparkling blue star. King immediately knew whose star it was.

Scrambling to his feet he ran towards the star that slowly dropped right into King’s waiting hands. Then it exploded in star-like glitter and colorful ribbons, leaving a scroll in its place. With a star seal on it.

What is this?

King carefully opened it.

It was… a letter? A letter from the Collector!

He could recognise Collector’s handwriting anywhere, even though he never saw Collector actually write, aside from rare initials of their names! The letters were all rounded and big, with little stars or smiley faces in every one of them. They even had a rainbow glow to them.

Collector wrote to him. King felt his tail starting wagging.

Calming his heart from jumping out of his throat King gulped and started reading:

KING

This is Collector! And this is the letter from me! For you!

The witch with pretty pink hair said I could write those when I am not visiting. So we can talk!

If you want to?

She said I can write whatever I want about whatever I do. So I did!

I didn’t get far away from the demon realm, I can still see the purple blip from where I am sitting. I am on SPACE ROCK! I forgot how nice it is in space. There is so much SPACE!

Francois says hi! He seems to like it here! I am taking GOOD care of him don’t you worry!

I want to know everything that happens with you too so please write about anything you want!

I don’t know how letters work so I hope I did okay.

If When you are done you can just put that star seal on it and it will send it to me! Hope you will write back!

BYE!

King reread the letter a few times, again and again.

It was a clumsy one, not that King knew better, he never wrote one himself either. But he saw Hooty’s and Lilith’s letters, so he could claim to have more expertise in this!

He still carefully grasped the shimmering paper, already thinking of a place where he could hide it and keep protected. He doubted he could actually damage it that easily, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

Wow. King had never received a letter. He had all his loved ones by his side, who would write to him? But now he had a friend out there who wrote to him. An actual letter.

The answer! He needed to write a reply!

He stood up.

“EDA, WHERE IS A PAPER AND A PEN?”

“Wow, what's the emergency??” Eda's voice was heard from the living room.

“IT IS ‘I WILLl BLOW UP’ EMERGENCY!”

“Okay-okay, everything is in the top drawer in my room”, Eda cackled in response.

“The one that bites?”

“Nah, the other one.”

King ran straight to it, gathered the paper and Luz’s glowing pen and stopped. He didn’t know what to write, his brain couldn’t grasp on anything worth the attention. There was nothing interesting going on while the Collector was in SPACE. King didn’t know how interesting it was there, but the Collector seemed to be really excited about it. But they also said they wanted to know everything.

Screw this, they can do whatever and write whatever! No one can tell two gods what to do!

Feeling nervous excitement building up, King started remembering all the cool things he saw lately, wondering what to start with.

But he knew the one thing to write for sure:

Dear Collector.

[signanothername]

hii for the character ask thing, 19 & 34 for chase :3

Hello!!!

Hell ya ma boi Chase let’s gooooo

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19. Vices/bad habits

Oh boi here we go-

1- This boi is an absolute workaholic, and if HW isn’t there to keep an eye on him and force him to rest he’d probably work himself to death, HW is the one that reminds him to recharge, forces him to go to stasis if Chase really needs it and takes away his pad/typewriter when he’s supposed to rest

2- self preservation?? What’s that? Too good of a person for his own good at times, would rescue people even if he’s sure it’ll kill him, and while rescue work is obviously filled with danger, Chase takes his duty to an extreme

Again HW is the one that keeps an eye on him and makes sure he doesn’t kill himself in the name of being a rescue bot, and would use his authority as the leader of the group to keep Chase safe

3-enforces laws without much compassion at times, not cause he’s a bad person, but because he struggles with understanding situational problems and views rules as the ultimate solution to everything, gotten a lot better at enforcing said laws and rules after working with Charlie

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34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Since you didn’t specify an emotion, I thought why not talk about all of them xhhxhxhhx

Note before I talk about specific emotions:

I like to think Chase really struggles with understanding his own emotions and expressing them,tho he feels these emotions very intensely, therefore his reaction/ behavior whenever he experiences any emotion is sometimes contradicting and/or unusual to how said emotions are usually perceived

Blades is usually the one helping him through his emotions

Sadness:

Whenever he gets sad he curls up in a ball, rocking back and forth to soothe himself, sadness is the emotion he feels most intensely, but ironically, it’s the emotion he’d be most confused about and would really struggle to deal with it

He’s usually unable to cry and he hates it, he knows crying will help soothe his distress but the tears are really stubborn and won’t let him express himself, so you’d only see him curled up in a corner whispering to himself reassurances, he tends to isolate himself whenever he’s sad

Anger:

this boi barely gets angry, so when he does, he doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he gets really quiet, and instead of a frown you’d see a really out of place strained smile on his face

He’d probably be the type to act coldly to whoever he’s angry with, he becomes really closed off and would be painfully professional whenever he talks or does anything at all, even around family, you’d even hear him call HW “sir” (and HW hates it whenever Chase does that)

Fear:

Chase isn’t easy to scare, but when the rare occasion arises in which his fear overtakes him, he becomes overwhelmed to the point of being unable to move and/or act, a freeze response if you will

Once out of danger, the first reaction you’ll see is him simply shaking in place, he’d probably be shaken up for a few hours afterwards, so you probably won’t hear him talk for a bit

Excitement:

Usually unable to express his excitement through words so he’ll probably express it through actions/ stimming nonstop

What’s funny is the fact he probably won’t even be smiling at whatever he’s excited about, he doesn’t need to tho, those big ol’ eyes and lil toe bounces are telling enough

———

Character asks

[frankenruth]

What I would do as : Jane Doe !

-Karnak’s Dream of Life is a behind-the-curtain headless illusion (think Station RTC)

-Getting really up into the choirs faces during her entrance, then (not as close, but still up in there) to the audience for the “Why?”s

-“Do you want to know what really freaks me out” *once again gets reeeally up into Constance’s face and starts to untie the bow around her neck - Constance smacks her hand down immediately*

-“Sometimes so jealous he EATS the children” *quickly and aggressively squeezes/hugs the doll*

-“I find that idea terrifying!” *as if genuinely terrified*

-*makes hands kiss like little hand puppets after “i liked the part where the two boys kissed”*

-*excitedly pulls down lever and is devastated when she hears “jane doe” - and it doesn’t make her any happier when she doesn’t even get a tiny bit of info about her past*

-Walking through the audience in the first half if her song (like what 2015 did in the second half), leans over to a few audience members as if asking them the questions that are in the song - obvi not as close as she got with a choir but rather a head turn and a slight tilt

-Second half she’s being chased by the choir with funhouse mirrors (on stage not in the audience anymore)

-“Isn’t there anyone to-“ *trips and falls* “tell me who I am?!” *starts clawing at the side of Karnak’s box*

-Very surprised that they threw a birthday party just for her (like Station RTC) (her TNBS costume is a tiara and a cat blanket cape)

-“Happy birthday dear-“ *face lights up* “Hmmm-mm…” *looks down and starts sniffling*

-This one would kinda fit into a me-as-Ocean post but I don’t think I’m gonna make one of those so I’ll add it here ; *whisper-shouting* oh! oh shoot she’s crying uh uhm.. Ricky! *shoves him towards wherever the accordion is*

-The New Birthday Song does not cheer her up unfortunately, but they do however light the cupcake candle and clap for her when she blows it out (she is still very, very sad)

-Ricky offers the Savannah name while still thinking of one, so he says it like “Suuuuuh.. vannah!” - she thinks this is how it’s supposed to be pronounced and says it like that both times

-The little arm-lever thing like in McCarter

-Ricky tried to high-five her but instead gets it returned by the dolls hand instead of hers

-Gives Constance her tiara for Sugar Cloud

-Very reluctant about being brought back (ily cjt rtc)

-Gives Constance a big ol hug before leaving (which she hesitated about at first, but Constance actually started the hug so)

-Also gives Constance her doll. For good measure.

-“Her name..” *head swings over very excitedly* “Is Penny Lamb” *starts smiling - which is super confusing and new to her and she touches her face super surprised*

-Final wave goodbye to everyone, wipes a tear and is very confused at what it is. perhaps.

-Seen at the very end skipping and spinning and dancing around while holding her doll by the hands (now both with their heads)

[wqxianvents]

// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

[pixelchills]

Since people keep getting confused I’d like to point out that Solar and Sunrise are siblings because they were both made by the same person/team. Moon was made by a different person/team.

Also Moon is different enough to be an entirely different sub species, whereas Solar and Sun are close enough to just be the equivalent of Fox Hounds and Beagles…Aww, Sun but with sad, watery eyes…

Actually, Animutants are only siblings if they're created at the same time from same DNA shells.

Sun and Solar are 10 years apart, and the only thing that they have in common besides being ordered by the Faz co is that they had Dr Weston as their supervising doctor. (Again, this doesn't make them siblings.)

The sibling thing is more of a joke/way to annoy or make Sun uncomfortable that Solar used in the original ANSSW AU. None of the celestial boys are actually related more than they are related to the other Animutants in the megaplex.

The comment probably came from someone who just mistook my AU to like a regular Sun and Moon art, but still, Sun and Moon are never potrayed as brothers in my AUs or any of my drawings, because I'm a hopeless romantic and sucker for love stories hahahah

Btw I love that idea of Sun with big ol watery puppy eyes. He'd look so sad 🥺

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP40 SPOILERS!

ALRIGHTY PEOPLE. its time to enter a new arc! the fact that this episode is a longer one AND ALSO a two parter is so intimidating. what big stuff will happen i wonder

- HOW IS THE INTRO NOT HEY JUDE. WE WERE ROBBED

- IS THIS. ABOUT THE FUCKING MCDONALDS BIT. THE FUCKING OUT OF CHARACTER BIT THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO W THAT SUPER IMPORTANT EPISODE 😭😭 GOD

- I HATE THISSSSS WHYYYY

- that was the WORST intro. help.

- TAYLOR CAT FACT???

- NOOOOO TAYLOR IS A TIKTOK NPC LIVESTREAMER NOOOO

- WAIT WAIT WTF IS HAPPENING W LINC WHAT

- LINCOLN MR KICKS I CANT DO THIS HELPP

- this lincoln fact is actually very sad esp since ive been relistening to the earlier eps lately 😭 HE USED TO LOVE HIS DADS. MY SWEET LITTLE BOY.

- normals rad fact. this is just like that one drawing i did w him and linc w the garfield and odie hoodies except its garfield and nermal

- we better get tenmoku content this episode!!

- the message is coming from the school??

- god this is a disaster already what is going on

- is this crazy back and forth the reason why this episode is so long /hj

- i love dood

- A PERSON SUIT??? OH MY GOD WHAT IF THEY PUT DOOD IN THE TEENY COSTUME. PLZ PLZ PLZ

- YESSSSS LETS GOOOOO I WAS HOPING THIS WOULD HAPPEN

- OH SHIT THE COSTUME IS STILL IN GOOFS REALM HUH

- NORMAL HAVING A SPARE TEENY DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF HIM WEARING IT ALL THE TIME TO DEFEND IT FROM CHAPARRAL

- "fuck taylor u stupid fucking idiot" WHOA DOOD???

- its been a while since we gotta a good ol "ill kill u" from taylor

- HERMIE I SCREAMED. why am i like this

- ROLLING INSIGHT ON HERMIE FINALLY.

- NORMALS FINALLY QUESTIONING WHY HERMIES STILL THERE OHHHH MY GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW OF ALL TIMES

- PLZ GOD SOMEONE ROLL WELL ON HERMIE IM DYING HERE

- this lincoln and grant thing is PAINFUL.

- HOW LONG IS THIS JOHN BIT GONNA GO

- BOSS KICKS.

- BACK TO SCHOOL YIPPEEEE

- SCAM!!!!!!!

- okay well the sign is talking about 5 of them but do they mean the pcs and dood or the pcs and hermie?

- ohhh hermies not on the sign. excluded once again

- whoa hermie achieved normals dream. being a Normal Teen

- SUCKY. SUCKY BOND. IM SCREMAING

- THIS PODCAST IS SO STUPID!!!!!

- THE FACT THAT NOW LINCOLN DOESNT EVEN BAT AN EYE WHEN PEOPLE GET KILLED. god he HAS changed since the beginning of the season

- HERMIE STFU (i love hermie and scary as a duo actually but HERMIE STFU)

- WILL AND FREDDIES BONDING MOMENT LMAOOO

- WHY IS ANTHONY MAKING THE SOUND EFFECTS FOR IT UGHHH

- hermie steals the mascot costume once again.

- i have no idea whats happening what is their plan im so confused

- GRAAANT he makes me so sad

- THE WILSON HANDSHAKE.

- LINCOLN IS SO FUNNY THIS EPISODE

- i was really hoping theyd be at school longer tbh

- i feel like im not commenting enough on everything happening im so lost

- HOLY SHIT THEY CAN CHANGE THEIR CLASSES NOW. OH MY GOD THEYRE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT

- i. what even happened in that episode. okay

[guvato]

Tamalog Day 11

When everyone woke up at 7AM, i fed Picochutchi some Roast Beef and Kuchipatchi some Hamburguer (one of his favorites!), Himetchi was doing alright so when the others were ready i called the Sitter for everyone so i could get some sleep.

At 1PM, i woke up, got myself ready for work and went on to have something to eat, while i was eating, Himetchi asked me to make an album and i was like "an album? neat! lets do it." and after selecting the pictures i saw this really long and heartbreaking animation of them saying like "thanks for everything" and getting on the Tama Spaceship, then they go to the Tama Planet and look at the Album and START CRYING WHILE THE PHOTOS YOU SELECTED SHOW UP ON SCREEN. After that they'll give you a new egg for you to take care of but man, that really affected me, i wasn't expecting that today, they just had to make it more bitter than sweet, huh? Well, that's why i love Tamagotchi, they matter so much to me and are the cutest and most interesting things in the world for me.

Anyways, we got a baby boy, and after taking good care of him for a bit, he turned into a Fuyofuyotchi, which is one of the cutest Tamas i've ever seen. He ate a lot through the afternoon and even had some of the Sponge Cakes i made with Himetchi, we didn't play yet, but Depagatchi did come into the house and danced a little with Fuyofuyotchi, which again, was kinda confusing but really cute. Kuchipatchi ate a lot of burguers today, but hey, it's his favorite food so he doesn't care, keeping him happy is pretty easy also, but that does not mean i'll just forget about him, as i make sure that if i check on one Tama i shall also check on the others too. Picochutchi and i spent a lot of the afternoon together, as i did go out today and brought her with me to do some Tama Searching which was a big success, we got so many tier 2 and tier 3 stickers and met some new Tamas too, one of my favorite things to do on the Uni is Tama Seaching for sure. I could also use the Tama Walk but i think i would want to complete my Sticker album before doing the full care icon run for the Tama Walk icon.

At night much of nothing happened, i just checked on Fuyofuyotchi, and he was doing great so i just left him to his 'being cute' business, Picochutchi and i went to the TamaVerse for the Tama Arena event and we had basically the same performance as yesterday, just one flag to completely put us down into 3rd place, but i'm sure she had some fun doing it as much as i did. We were also versing two Lionetchi so i guess we can say we got beat by children, and they were surfing good alright. After that i fed her some of that good ol' Sumo Style Hot Pot, which she loves, and got her social media picture of the day. Kuchipachi was the last one i checked on, and he was doing fine, so i gave him some pets to raise the fondness meter a bit and then just waited for him to go to bed, which he did, so i helped him fall asleep and even though Picochutchi was still awake, i didn't want to bother her, as we did spend a lot of time together today, so she might be tired of seeing me, lol.

And with that we finished our Tama Day, and oh boy was it an emotional day, i thought the Uni's farewell was pretty sad and bittersweet, but seeing Himetchi go kinda broke my heart. I hope i can keep whoever Fuyofuyotchi turns out to be for a bit more time this time, and i shall miss Himetchi greatly even though i know she is doing fine. Kinda makes me afraid of what type of goodbyes are in the other systems...well, we shall know when we are done with one of these devices, only then i shall buy a new Tama. Thank you for reading, See you tomorrow. =]

[mmriesoftvat]

Thought provoking anon here👋💗 Hehe I’m glad you enjoy my curious questions. At first I was afraid I was pestering you but I’m happy you enjoy digging deep into Wanderer’s character. These hypotheticals are coming into my mind because I’m trying to pull for Wanderer right now so🤞

Also! I’m sure you’re already aware of this but I just learned this yesterday. That if you give the Wanderer your(the player’s) name he makes a comment along the lines of how its an honor to share your name.❤️❤️❤️ You know he pretends to be so indifferent when in reality he feels everything.

HE IS SO EMOTIONAL!!

so many people think that just because he appears rude/aloof at first doesn't mean he actually is! wanderer is so complex and packs so many emotions underneath. he has so many complex emotions toward the traveler especially, and at the end of the day, can acknowledge that he doesn't hate the traveler after all, they did help him out when they didn't have to. same with nahida and everyone he works with/played in the championships with.

wanderer cares so much. he cares about people, and tries not to show it, because he's got so many walls up. he doesn't want to get hurt again at the end of the day. boy's got so much angst inside him that it's hard to separate the feelings of trust and actually liking someone, and he struggles with that concept too. he WANTS to open up to people, but if he does, if he lets himself get close, he'll lose them too. it's how it's always worked.

he feels all the hurt, all the sadness, the grief, the pain, the confusion, EVERYTHING. he's a big ol' ball of confusion, while slowly, very slowly, letting his walls down to let people in, because life doesn't always have to be a tragedy, and life for him can actually be good.

i am so passionate about this funky lil bastard. he is my second favorite (next to chongyun, though they tie for first sometimes), and i love any bits of lore we get about him. he deserves the character growth, he deserves all the good things.

[thelediz]

Sonic Underground 09: The Deepest Fear

AKA: YES, WE ARE GOING TO SHOWCASE SONIC’S AQUAPHOBIA ON SCREEN

I’m watching Sonic Underground in search of inspiration to finish a fic I’ve been writing forever. It’s a sad state of affairs. See the recap of the first three episodes here, if you're interested!

The plot (for want of a better word): Called to Port Mobius to meet the Queen Aleena, the triplets uncover a scheme to sink ships using the threat of a sea monster known as Moby Deep! Can Sonic overcome his fear of water to save the town?

I'll tell you right now, this is one of the few episodes I love non-ironically. It's still not good, but the script? I like the script a lot.

They will never show Sonic reading on screen in this show, but this opening sequence is just a big ol’ proof of our boy having read classic lit and internalising it like whoa.

Port Mobius is the first of a couple of towns we’ll see in the series that is actually on Robotnik’s side. Have I mentioned how much I love the unspoken world building in this show?

They’re doing it because Robotnik claimed to be able to protect them from Moby Deep, which Manic has already claimed to be a story. So, making too much of this as I do, we can infer that Aleena disregarded Port Mobius’s fears about a sea monster – fears tangible enough to sway politics. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT HOW FEAR MONG-

Grumpy!Sonic, grumpy!Sonic, grumpy!Sonic! I love me some grumpy Sonic

And the sponge mobian forgetting he’s a sponge. So dumb. So good.

I have to give the trashfire props for how it’s handling the fear thing in this episode. Because generally speaking, Sonic’s aquaphobia isn’t debilitating. This is consistent across media. He can usually run on water, he can even jump in it, he just can’t swim and most media escalates that to a lack of ability to move leading to a general fear. But this episode is making him explicitly scared of going near water, and in this episode ONLY it’s making him act a bit confused and disconnected. It makes it very clear that this isn’t a failing or even the way it always is. Sometimes our fears overcome us, and we can’t deal with them, even when we have to. That’s when we need other people to help us work past the fear or at least function until it passes. And unlike basically every other lesson or issue the series will raise, this one sticks! Sonic never likes water in the series, and never gains the ability to swim, but he can cope as long as his siblings are there to help him.

I'm kind of admitting it’s good.

Moby Deep is a whale! This is apparently shocking.

He’s also a sweetheart. This should be shocking to no one watching.

And voiced by the same guy as Robotnik. Don’t notice that.

The Song: Face your Fears. Look. It’s old time brassy jazz, it’s corny as heck, you know I love it. It’s not rock and does not deserve the ‘boss sound system’ they set up for it.

Overall, an actually not bad episode! One of nine so far!

Come back tomorrow if you're interested for more!