#tropical rouge packs

[they-them-that]

Ranking Precure seasons purely on design and concept because I'm up early anyways (least favourite to most) Part 1.

18. Happiness Charge Precure

They're magical girl outfits have the least distinctive personalities with only minor differences from each other. I understand they were going for a Sailor Moon idea with a uniform style but the appearance of the outfits are very underwhelming to me. They're plain even for just overall magical girls, tbh.

17. Doki Doki Precure

It's mostly the hair that throws me off. It's a mixture of normal strands to big blobs. I wish they committed to the stylized hair and got rid of the fringes or else I'm stuck trying to understand how Cure Rosetta's pigtails work that would still make her bangs possible.

I like the overall drop-down dresses but its mismatched appearance feels like a bombardment of layers and shapes that don't mix harmoniously. I wouldn't be against an asymmetrical style if this Precure was heavily alternative but it ends up clashing with the cutesy atmosphere instead.

16. Precure Splash Star

This one is victim to being the first new precures after the original where they barely changed it up. It just ends up being the lesser version of the classic that made itself impossible to not make comparisons.

I do like the idea of Cure Egret's first outfit that lost its uniqueness in the new one just to match with Cure Bright. Cure Bright's outfit does upgrade as the greens in her old outfit didn't match her but it's nice they maintained green as an accent for her new one!

15. Healin' Good Precure

The designs are lovely and elegant, theres nothing inherently wrong with it but it's visually weak compared to its predecessors and descendants. I don't have much to say because there's just not much to say about it, to be honest. It's just kind of generic.

14. Smile Precure

I love the wild and creative hairstyles and the hair wings but that is really the only unique visual aspect to Smile. Also questionable transformation tool that markets wearing makeup to young girls which I know isn't new but still feels patriarchal and groomy. 😅

13. Soaring Sky! Precure

I have mixed feelings. I really dig Cure Sky's design and it's cool for the protagonist to be blue this time! I'm not into the puffy arm bands but the cape adds so much flare! Cure Prisms' softer design bounces off Cure Sky nicely and she looks great!

The other too... I despise honestly lol. It's cool we finally get a boy Precure as a part of the pack and that he isn't stereotypically masculine but his hair and outfit feels so unflattering. Cure Butterfly's outfit has the same issue with Doki Doki Precure and the merged arm sleeves are unsettling to me.

12. Delicious Party Precure

The style is meant to have festival vibes with traditional design elements which is a cool idea! It's a fun burst of colours with a cohesive theme but it doesn't stick in my mind. I wish all the girls leaned more into the cultural aesthetics but besides Cure Yum Yum (who I think is one of the best Precure Designs overall), they're mostly Victorian-esque which should've been unique to Cure Finale. Speaking of her, although I like her design, I also have a gripe with the blonde hair and blue eyes because it feels Eurocentric. And when her normal appearance is dark haired, she honestly feels white washed to me...

11. Tropical Rouge Precure

I love the designs and they gave such a unique concept, I just don't end up feeling strongly about this series. The designs feel a bit busy to me although I do love that Cure Summer isn't predominantly pink. She has a very unique look but other than her, everyone just feels like another iteration of past precures.

10. Suite Precure

Cure Melody and Cure Rythm slay, their designs are perfect! I love the music concept and their appearance bounce off each other just as well as Cure Black and Cure White did. The other girls ruin the cohesion for me, tbh and I don't really like their outfits. 🫤

[merryfortune]

the pen is mightier than the sword but not mightier than a crush

Written for Femslash February 2023

Prompt: Gift

Title: the pen is mightier than the sword but not mightier than a crush

Ship: Masami/Yuriko

Fandom: Tropical Rouge Pretty Cure

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,342

Tags: Crushes

   Masami frowned at the piece of paper that she was writing on. Up until this moment, her penmanship had been neat and clean, the ink flowing freely and correctly. Her lessons in calligraphy even paying off, if she may boast regarding the quality of her writing and now!

   It was all ruined.

   The measured sophistication of the print-out form, written on exclusively by Masami with her perfectly print writing, it all petered out to one single point which was now just a scrawl. A dint in the page with no ink to fill it. It was hideous. Ugly. Absolutely appalling.

   All because her pen had betrayed her.

   Thinking quickly, Masami was able to find a piece of scrap paper and was hopeful that there was some last, black ink in the pen she could scrounge out. She drew countless circles and spirals, messy and uneven and frantic as Masami tried her best to resurrect the last good will but no. It was all carved up with not even a streak of ink to prove she had tried to write at all. 

   Disappointed, Masami stared at her trusty and loyal pen. It had an opaque, plastic casing and a black cap that it wore oh so proudly. It had been with her through thick and thin, difficult assignments, practice writing, and even her journaling so it was almost bittersweet to have to say goodbye.

   Yes, this particular pen had served her very well up until this point. 

   She had begun using it when her last pen wore out on her and that was several months ago now. Masami sighed. There was no use crying over spilt milk and it was, all in all, just a cheap pen that had come out of a pack of ten or so. She should still have the rest in the plastic casing they had come in.

   She leaned over to the side so she could rummage through her bag. She tried to do so as quickly, quietly, and cleanly as possible but rummage was a good word for it as tick by tick, up went Masami’s alarm and frustration as she tore through the contents of her bag. Inside and out.

   She couldn’t find the rest of her pens and she began to retrace her steps.

   That’s right, she bought the case of pens at the beginning of the school year. She had given away at least two to some miscreants who didn’t bring their pencil case to school and had lost one in earnest, left one behind at a bus stop and these offhand memories kept piling up to the very last one. A recollection of just last week when she had tossed out the very plastic casing that she bought the pens in because it was now, officially, empty.

   And Masami had not thought to replace or buy new pens because her current one was still working fine.

   Gosh, what a fool she was!

   Masami began to blush. She was the responsible one in her classroom, always having the back-up pens and pencils and erasers, the sharpest pencil sharpeners and polished scissors and pretty stationary. It was utterly mortifying to be in this situation at all and just look at the time. The school shop would be closed at this hour.

   “Kakuta,” President Shiratori piped up, cutting into Masami’s aggravated reverie, “is something the matter?”

   “Yes, um, it appears my pen has run out of ink and I do not have a pen to replace it.” Masami confessed. No using lying or beating around the bush, even if Masami felt that her entire reputation was at risk at this faux pas.

   Or maybe, she was just making mountains out of molehills.

   Calmly, coolly, President Shiratori curled a strand of her hair behind her ear and then reached over to her own bag. She found her pencil case quietly, neatly, cleanly, quickly and Masami felt her stomach knot. She had made so much noise and disruption just moments before, why couldn’t she be more like the president?

   “Here you go.” President Shiratori said and she gracefully extended her hand to Masami, across their matching desks and offered Masami a pen.

   Not just any pen but the prettiest, most professional and mature looking pen that Masami had ever laid eyes on. It was exactly like President Shiratori Yuriko was. It was dark and it was elegant; a charcoal grey casing with white lettering on the side to depict what brand it belonged to and Masami recognised the name. That was the name of a high end office company which was known for their luxury goods and that extended all the way down to their stationary.

   Masami felt her heart leap to her throat, “I can’t accept something like this.”

   “Why not?” President Shiratori asked, clearly not thinking much of giving away such a premium pen to someone as humble as Masami. “You need a pen, I have a spare pen. I promise it's new, never been used. You can keep it, I really don’t mind.”

   “I-If you insist.” Masami stuttered out.

   Her hand was practically shaking as she accepted President Shiratori’s gift. Their fingers brushed messily as Masami struggled to take the pen and it was all water off a duck’s back for President Shiratori.

   “Now continue your work, you were making great progress through those applications.” President Shiratori praised her.

   “Thank you, I shall do just that.” Masami eagerly replied, smiling big, tail all but wagging. 

   “Good.” President Shiratori said and then got back to her own work.

   Masami put her head down and continued to fill in all the gaps in this application. The pen was a little heavier than her previous one but it wrote so cleanly, so smoothly, that it was an absolute pleasure to write with. It honestly felt like a waste to use it on schoolwork but Masami got through everything that she needed by the time of the final bell.

   “Here is your pen back.” Masami said.

   “I told you that you could keep it?” President Shiratori blinked, puzzled.

   “I know but. I just thought.” Masami stammered.

   “Kakuta, just keep it.” President Shiratori insisted once more.

   “Yes, of course, thank you for your generosity.” Masami replied.

   She held onto the pen tightly. She enjoyed how smooth it felt against the palm of her hand. She nodded and parted ways with President Shiratori later at the schoolgate. She went one way and Masami in the other.

   She held onto that pen all the way home. She didn’t want to lose it but nor did she want to let it go, even so briefly as to put it in her pencil case. This was, after all, a very special pen. Too good for homework, Masami was very quick to decide as she finally got home and to her bedroom, sitting down at her desk which her journal laid atop the desk with her at-home work supplies, like her homework.

   Now, her journal was not a diary. Ignore that it was pink and fuzzy and had diary written on it. It was a journal because journal was a more respectable word than diary, unfortunately her Dad who had gotten it for her birthday did not know that. But now, she finally had a very respectable pen to go with it.

   Now her pen was not respectable because it was a brand item and a luxury with incredible ink quality and a charcoal black casing. Though, that did help. It was, however, a very respectable pen for Masami to use, from here on out exclusively in her private writing because it, too, like her journal, was a gift from someone precious to her: her crush.

   Masami sat down and she opened her journal. She dated a fresh page with today’s date and she made all but a symphony as she wrote out the very exciting news of what her crush, President Shiratori Yuriko, had given her today. Not just wisdom and role modelling for her future stint as president but a very beloved pen.

[weather-usa]

Ferocious Francine tears through Louisiana, ripping roofs off buildings and leaving hundreds of thousands without power.

New Orleans recorded wind gusts of 78 and 76 mph, while Dulac saw a gust of 97 mph, and Eugene Island experienced the strongest gust at 105 mph.

Francine was downgraded to a post-tropical cyclone on Thursday after hitting Louisiana’s coast as a powerful Category 2 hurricane on Wednesday, bringing 100-mph winds that tore roofs from buildings and left dozens of residents trapped in their homes by rising floodwaters from torrential rains.

Climate and Average Weather Year Round in 29455 - Johns Island SC:

The eye of Hurricane Francine made landfall at 5 p.m. CT in Terrebonne Parish, sending hurricane-force wind gusts into southern Louisiana near Baton Rouge. Winds swept across the region as Francine approached, made landfall, and moved inland on Wednesday and Thursday. New Orleans recorded gusts of 78 and 76 mph, while Dulac saw a 97-mph gust, and Eugene Island registered the strongest at 105 mph.

Francine’s fierce winds and heavy rainfall have left more than 400,000 utility customers in Louisiana and Mississippi without power.

A rare Flash Flood Emergency was issued Wednesday night for parts of the New Orleans metro, where 0.50 inches of rain fell in just 9 minutes, and 4.5 inches accumulated in only 3 hours, causing life-threatening flooding.

A Louisiana state trooper was injured while clearing downed trees on Interstate 10 when a tree fell and struck the officer. The trooper sustained minor injuries and was treated at a local hospital, according to the Louisiana State Police.

Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport (MSY) recorded its second-wettest September day on Wednesday, with 7.33 inches of rainfall, marking the ninth-wettest day overall in the city since 1946.

Ahead of the hurricane's arrival, President Joe Biden approved an emergency declaration for Louisiana.

"After declaring a state of emergency, we have determined that this storm's severity exceeds the capabilities of state and local governments to respond effectively," said Louisiana Gov. Jeff Landry. "Federal assistance is essential to save lives and protect property."

Dozens rescued in Lafourche Parish as floodwaters surge

Torrential rain overwhelmed the region, causing widespread flooding and trapping residents in their homes as the waters rapidly rose.

Lafourche Parish Sheriff Craig Webre reported that over two dozen people, including children, were rescued from the floodwaters.

Deputies responded to calls from trapped residents in Thibodaux, where flooding had blocked escape routes. The residents were safely evacuated and taken to an emergency shelter.

Keith Osborne’s home was among those flooded during Francine’s onslaught.

"Electricity went out at 7 p.m.," Osborne told FOX Weather. "We watched the water rise up the sidewalk, and when it got a foot from the door, it started pouring in through the garage. After that, it was a losing battle.

Osborne recalled losing everything when Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005. Weather Forecast For 76262-Roanoke-TX:

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"You just do the best you can," he said. "We’re too old to pack up and move, so we’ll rebuild as best we can and move forward. If we can get another 20 years between storms, I’ll be happy with that."

Power knocked out to half a million across the South

Utility crews are unable to begin repairs or restore power until conditions improve throughout the region.

At the peak of the outages, nearly 500,000 customers across several states were left in the dark, with the majority in Louisiana.

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St. Charles Parish President Matthew Jewell was giving residents important updates on Facebook Live Wednesday night when the power went out.

Weather alerts, including Wind Advisories and Flood Watches, extended as far north as southern Missouri and east to Tennessee as the remnants of the tropical cyclone swept through the South.

Francine became a hurricane on Sept. 10, right at the peak of the 2024 hurricane season when the Atlantic Basin is most active. As Francine moves north and dissipates, the NHC continues to monitor several other systems in the Atlantic.

The Category 2 hurricane caused an estimated $1.5 billion in damages along the Gulf Coast, according to global technology company CoreLogic.

"CoreLogic Hazard HQ Command Central estimates Hurricane Francine's insured wind and storm surge losses to be up to $1.5 billion. These losses include damage to buildings, contents, and business interruptions for residential, commercial, industrial, and agricultural properties," the company reported Thursday. "Most of the modeled losses are concentrated in Louisiana, with Mississippi and Alabama contributing slightly."

[numberonepeacock]

Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure Origin Story

🌊🌴💄🤍☀️💜🪸💛🥭❤️🦩💙🧜‍♀️🦭

In the year 1757 CE, one of Diabolos' generals obtained magic from the Grand Ocean, an underwater world in the seas of a town on Mobius. Diabolos used this magic to create the Witch of Destruction, who attacked the land. While attacking, the Witch is hurt badly by the Mobians trying to defend their home. She hides in a cave on the seashore far away from the village she attacked. One day, a young female turtle Mobian named Aunete found the Witch and nursed her back to health, giving her homemade rye bread and a ring made from an anemone flower. At first, the Witch is intrigued by her but soon convinces herself that she was only born to destroy the world so she leaves. The next day, Aunete returned to the cave and found that the Witch had left before hearing a loud explosion from her town. Upon arriving, she saw strange monsters called Yaraneedas attacking her town.

Meanwhile, Vanessa was visiting the Grand Ocean to present the Mermaid Queen (not the one in the series) with four Tropical Pacts and the Mermaid Aqua Pact. She informed the Queen that only one would work now, but the Cure would be able to perform the two strongest attacks (Land Beat Dynamic and Marine Beat Dynamic). The Mermaid Queen told Vanessa she would choose her strongest subject to take up the role but Vanessa explained that only Mobians could use the Tropical Pacts, not mermaids. Only the Mermaid Aqua Pact could be used by mermaids but it was not active. She instructed the Queen to send one of her mermaids to deliver the Pact to a Mobian, who would transform into a Pretty Cure if the Pact accepted her (basically the pack will only work for the ones Vanessa has chosen but the mermaid has to find that girl). The Mermaid Queen did not think mermaids should interact with Mobians but didn’t argue with Vanessa.

As Vanessa disappeared, Queen called forth a female Merfox. She gives her the active Tropical Pact and sends her to the surface to find the Cure. While the Merfox was gone, the Mermaid Queen created the memory-erasing tool. Upon the Merfox's return, the Queen created a new law prohibiting mermaids from knowing anything about Mobians, erasing the Merfox's memory in the process. Vanessa was not pleased with this decision because not only would the Merfox’s memory be eased but so would Aunete’s since it was the Merfox that gave her the Pact to transform. Vanessa didn’t stop the Mermaid Queen’s new law since it was her kingdom and because she wanted to see how she would get the pact back from Aunete since she couldn’t leave the Grand Ocean and she already erased the Merfox’s memory.

She did, however, protect Aunete’s memory so her memories of the Merfox, the Witch, and Cure Oasis wouldn’t be taken away from her. Many years after the fight with the Witch, Aunete has kept the Pact her whole life, even withholding it from her children and grandchildren. In her final moments, she heard a voice tell her to throw the pact into the ocean so it may return home. This voice was Sapphire’s, who was watching her from under the water. Aunete complied before falling down and passing away. Sapphire then swam up and grabbed the pact, delivering it to the new Mermaid Queen (still not Melusine Muses Mnemosyne). She also requested access to the memory-erasing tool, to which the queen hesitated. The queen couldn’t tell her no, she was Vanessa's daughter, but she also didn’t want her to destroy it like she thought she was. Sapphire told her she wasn’t and the queen took her there, standing off to the side.

Sapphire used the tool to make people forget about the pact and Aunete's ring (which disappeared when she died), but they would remember the pact as a shell and the ring as a gift she was given by the special friend she liked to talk about (which was the Witch of Destruction but she never told anyone that part). She also made sure that anyone who knew Aunete as Cure Oasis would forget.

264 years later before the present Mermaid Queen sends Laura and Kururun to the surface world, Vanessa visited the present Mermaid Queen with Sapphire, who held the Mermaid Aqua Pot. Vanessa activates the Topical Pacts and Sapphire gives the queen the Mermaid Aqua Pot. The queen then asks about the Mermaid Aqua Pact and Vanessa tells her that it will soon be activated.

The Witch of Destruction was created by Diabolos for fun. When the general presented the power to him, he wasn’t in the mood to make another Negative Boss but didn’t want to let the opportunity pass so he twisted the magic and sent her to Mobius. He truly had no hope she would do too much, which is why she was never fully controlled by Diabolos, he literally just made her, told her her purpose, and let her run free with it. This in turn is what caused her to slowly start to befriend Aunete.

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Previously: 🌿🐶 | Next: 🍀🐱

Masterpost of AU: Jewel Sonicure AU Masterpost

[moonieamv]

First AMV upload of 2023, time to Let It Whip!

Title: Dance Intermission 4

Audio Source: "Let It Whip" by Dazz Band

Video Source: Various

Genre: Dance, Fun, Anime Mix

Animé Los Angeles (ALA) - Rhythm / Vibes Finalist.

Anime list: D4DJ First Mix, Selection Project, Aikatsu, Yamada-kun to 7-nin no Majo OVA, Delicious Party Pretty Cure, Kirakira Precure A La Mode, Aikatsu on Parade!, Love Live! Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, Tayutama Kiss on My Deity, Tropical-Rouge! Precure, Waccha PriMagi!, IDOLY PRIDE Collection Album, Puraore! Pride of Orange, Aikatsu Stars!, Star Twinkle Precure, Meikyuu Black Company, Shin Koihime Musou Live Revolution OVA , Dog Days, Girlish Number, THE IDOLM@STER, Lapis Re -Lights, Precure All-Stars the Movie ~ Everybody Sing! Miraculous Magic!, Seton Academy - Join the Pack!, Kakegurui, Himouto! Umaru-chan, Healin' Good Precure The Movie, Muteking the Dancing Hero, KanColle, Anima Yell, Mewkledreamy, Aikatsu Stars!, Love Live! School Idol Project, BanG Dream! RAISE A SUILEN - !NVADE SHOW!

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[muthaz-rapapa]

Just watched the episode and I also have a theory about The Witch's past + her relationship with the legendary cure (I'm gonna call her Cure Palm because of her hairstyle lol): Maybe the Witch used to be a mermaid and she and Cure Palm used to be best friends which could parallel Manatsu and Laura respectively. At some point, Cure Palm made some kind of promise to the witch that she'll become a precure as well so that they can always be together. However only the former became a precure and the witch became jealous and bitter accusing her for being a liar thus breaking up their friendship forever.

I also noticed that she wearing some kind of helmet(?) and that when she gets "angry" she lets out an agonizing scream. Maybe she's actually brainwashed and she's trying to remember something (Cure Palm) but everytime she does the helmet shocks her and obviously The Butler is the one manipulating her and the true mastermind. I hope this helps with your theory.

Oooo! 😯 I'm liking this theory! 😃 And I like calling the legendary Cure "Cure Palm" too because honestly, isn't that the first thing that comes to mind when you see that hair? 😂 Moving along, based on what we've been shown so far, I'm glad we agree that a friendship may have existed between "Palm" and the Witch at least. What with "Palm" asking, almost sadly, the current Cures to save the Witch "who turned into the Witch of Delays" (very intriguing choice of words here) and the Witch crying out for the laughing girl in her dreams while anguishing over who she could possibly be. Yea...can't be just a simple case of pity here. They've got history. And definitely, parallels are nothing new to Precure. "Palm" is obviously from the land going by her theme (palm tree, leaves, greenery) and the Land ring she gives to the Cures. That leaves the question of who will give them the Marine ring later on. My bet is on the Mermaid Queen rather than the Witch, though. I mean, she was the one who gave Laura the Tropical Pacts and it's implied the Forest Mermaid who left the Perfume Shiny Ring in that cave was her. So yea, I don't think the story's done with her yet and I'm curious to see how much she knows about the Witch herself. Ah, but I digress. Land and Sea. Absolutely there's going to be something interesting happening there because the main relationship of the season is the one between Manatsu (Land) and Laura (Sea). Perhaps to avoid making the same mistakes of the past, they'll have to find a way to overcome the crisis together while still being able to protect their friendship. I mean, it's totally predictable because it's Precure. Hell, I suspect they might even have to part ways like teams from previous seasons did. But the important thing is how well it's actually executed. It'll be sad but it needs to contain hope too. The hope that in the future, they'll be reunited again to avoid the possible tragedy of the past. Finally, that Witch's helmet (which is by far the most mysterious thing in TroPre atm, go figure) and the seahorse butler do seem to go well hand-in-hand when it comes to suspicions. It certainly won't be the first time a big bad boss got manipulated by their right-hand underling and so far, Butler is the only one who's pushing his co-workers to steal Motivational Power while they're all just "meh". 29 episodes so far. Possibly 20 more. So that's about 5 months. ...4 months if they intend to end the season in January to get back onto "regular" schedule (starting new season in Feb) so that would be 45 episodes total? I'm not sure......but the writers definitely have enough time to give us a satisfying lore and conclusion so long as they cut back on the pointless fillers.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #808: Enter Team Dark (Sonic X SSBU)

10:34 p.m. at Game Guy's Casino.......

'Loud Sirens'

'CRASH'

Shadow, Rouge, and Omega starts running away from an angry Game Guy and his group of security guards and hounds.

Game Guy: DON'T LET THOSE CHEATERS GET AWAY!!!

Guard Hounds: (Barks Angrily at the Running Trio)

Shadow: Rouge, this is the last time we're ever letting you take charge in gambling. Or even going to anymore casinos for that matter....

Omega: I agree to that motion.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Okay, look, before you boys starting pointing fingers, just know that none of this would've happened if that stupid Game Guy didn't try and cheat first.

Shadow: Does the saying "Two Wrongs, Doesn't Make a Right" never occur to you throughout your life? You didn't have to stoop to his level to begin with.

Rouge: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Well, excuse me for having a weaker moral compass than yours, DAD! But you know just as well as I do that I don't let that kind of thing slide.

Shadow: (Starts Rolling his Eyes Himself) Yet you have no problem trying to steal the Master Emerald.....

Rouge: (Glares at Shadow) Hey! I don't do that anymore. That's all behind me now.

Shadow: Is this all because you're dating Knuckles?

Rouge: You're goddamn right. And as much as love to tell you how much that handsome knucklehead of an echidna means to me, I think now will be a perfect time for you to warp us out of here.

Shadow: Can't. I left the Emerald back at home.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You WHAT!? WHY!?

Shadow: Because I thought since we were going to a relaxing, trouble and stress free vacation, I wouldn't have any use for it. Guess you proved me wrong.

Rouge: ('Ugggh') What are we going to do now? We can't out run them forever!

Omega: Fear not, companions! I have just now thought of a perfect plan for our escape!

Shadow: (Turns Back to Omega Along with Rouge) You have?

Rouge: What's the plan, sweetie?

Omega: (Pulls Something Put From his Fanny Pack) We can use these Dimensional Rings to sent us away from our current location.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Wait. You have them this entire time? How!?

Omega: Futuba Sakura had given them to me before our departure from the airport. She informed me to use them to visit her and the rest of the Smash Family in Isle Defino.

Shadow: Since when did you two started interacting with one another?

Omega: We have interacted on multiple occasions. She even invited ROB and I to Dungeons & Dragons on most nights. (Smiles Brightly) We are known as highly skilled alchemists of our party.

Shadow: (Smiles Softly at the E-Series Robot) That sounds great, Omega.

Rouge: (Already Started Gushing Over Everything Omega Said) Awwwww~ My baby's making new friends!~

'ARF ARF ARF'

Shadow: Okay. (Takes One of the Dimensional Rings From Omega's Claw Hand) I think it's time for us to leave now.

Shadow turns himself back around to throw the ring in front of them, causing it to enlarge itself while creating a portal.

Shadow: You two are ready?

Rouge: Yep.

Omega: Affirmative!

Shadow: Great. Let's go.

With a simple boost in speed, Team Dark has successfully when into the ring, leading them to their requested destination. It wasn't long until the ring itself managed to disappeared right in front of Game Guy's Eyes in time.

1:45 p.m. at Isle Defino......

It was a normal day in the tropical, resort like island....That is until a Giant, Rotating Ring sudden appears in the middle of it before slowing down stopping while showing Team Dark jumping out of it.

'THUD'

Rouge: (Starts Getting Herself Up From the Ground While Stretching her Back a Little) That.....was a close one.

Shadow: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up While Picking the Ring Up From the Ground) Yeah. Too close for our comfort.... (Turns to Omega) Are we at the right place, Omega?

Omega: (Uses his Eyes to Briefly Scan Around the Place) According to my sensors.....(Turns Back to Shadow and Rouge with a Thumbs Up) We are, indeed, in the correct destination.

Rouge: (Starts Looking Around the Place) So this is Isle Defino, huh? (Smirks a Little) Looks lovely.

Shadow: I can agree to that. Oddly enough, this is the place where father has gotten arrested at in the past.

Rouge: (Turns to Shadow with a Bit of a Surprised Look on her Face) Seriously? What did he do?

Shadow: Nothing. According to mother, he was falsely accused of a crime he didn't commit.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Ah jeez..... Well, here's hoping bygones be bygones for then I suppose.

Shadow: Agreed. But in the meantime, I'm gonna find ourselves a hotel room to stay in. (Walks Away) You two are welcome to come along if you like.

Omega: I will accompany you. (Follows Behind Shadow)

Rouge: You two go on ahead! (Walks Away in the Opposite Direction) I'm gonna a take a tour around the place.

Shadow: 'Kay.

Few Minutes Later at the Beach Side of Isle Defino.......

Rouge: (Sighs Relaxingly While Sitting on the Laid Back Bench Tail While Wearing a Bathing Suit) This is true paradise~

????: Enjoying the tour?

Rouge: (Looks up and See Shadow and Omega Looking Down at Her) Oh very. If I'd known this place would be this nice, I would've convince you to come here sooner. Did you boys find us a room?

Shadow: The hotel manager told us that the entire rooms are full. So we decided to rent one of the cottage houses nearby.

Rouge: Neat. So you two have any plans here in the meantime? I'm already planning on relaxing here~

Omega: I plan on exploring and learning about this island as much as possible!

Shadow: (Place his Hand on his Chin) I haven't really about it until now.... But I guess I could start by finding where everyone else is at first-

?????: (From the Distance) HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS! Shadow, Rouge, and Omega are here!!

The trio turns and see a few familiar faces (Sonic, Amy, Tails, The Phantom Thieves, and etc.) making their way to them while sone cheering Shadow's name.

Rouge: There's everyone.

Shadow: I can see thATT! (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Group Hug)

Futuba: (Happily Rushes Over to Omega and Hugs Him) Omega-Kun!~ You came.

Omega: (Smiles Brightly While Gently Patting the Top of Futuba's Head) Yes. That I have, Futuba Sakura.

Futuba: (Giggles Softly) Dude, come on. You don't have to keep calling me by my full name. Futuba is fine enough as it is.

R.O.B.: (Happily Claps his Mechanic Hands Together While Making his Way to the Duo)

Omega: (Smiles Brightly at his Robotic Friend) R.O.B!!

Sonic: (Place his Arm Around Shadow With a Playful Smirk on his Face) It's been a while, faker.

Shadow: Sonic. (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) I see that your as hyperactive as usual.

Sonic: And you're just as moody as you've always been.

Tails: What made you guys come here in the first place?

Shadow: Well, due to a.....(Glares at Rouge) "certain" incident that happened back at the Casino.....

Rouge: (Sticks her Tongue Out at the Black Hedgehog)

Shadow: We decided to come here for the rest of our vacati-

Before he could finish his sentence, Shadow suddenly felt something hugging the lower half of his body. He looks down and see that it was none other than his adopted little sister, Hat Kid.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey there, you. It's been a while. (Gently Ruffles the Top of Hat Kid's Head) Did you miss me?

Sonic: Like crazy. The poor kiddo has been like that since we first got here.

Shadow: Really now? (Turns Back to Hat Kid) Is that true?

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly Once More Before Kneeling Down to Hat Kid's Level) Well, you have nothing to worry about now that I'm here. And I can assure you that I won't be going anywhere else soon. So let's continue to enjoy the rest of the vacation together now, okay?

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement Before Hugging Shadow Lovingly Again) I love you, Shadow.

Shadow: (Finally Hugs Hat Kid Back) I love you too, little siste-

?????: MY BABY!!!!~

And with that, Shadow suddenly gets hug tackled by Mario and Peach. And all was good in the world.

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Moulin Rouge Sous le Ciel Bleu

 Red Mill under the Blue Sky

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun/Reader (female)

Genre: Moulin Rouge; rich!Baekhyun; 1920′s!Baekhyun; angst; fluff

Warning: mention of mature situations ;) 

Summary: Baekhyun never thought he would find love through the infamous Moulin Rouge, or that it would be the one place he could love you freely without the judging eyes of the upper classes. Love is not easy in 1920s Paris, but is love easy anywhere? There is only one thing you know, you love Baekhyun hopelessly and irrevocably, and he loves you just the same.

A/N: requested by the lovely, sweetest @bbyunz​, based on moulin rouge and Baekhyun’s solo Bungee. I hope I fulfilled your expectations. 

Word Count: 4154

In the Jardin de Paris, at the bottom of the hill at Montmartre neighbourhood, a bright red mill stood out in between the other buildings, demanding attention with its vibrant colour and eccentric exterior. Above the entrance to the garish establishment, large metal letters spelt out its name, Moulin Rouge. The Red Mill, for it was exactly what the building looked like. It certainly drew attention to itself, and Monsieur Byun didn’t doubt that was the intention of its owners. Moulin Rouge had become infamous in Paris, and Baekhyun didn’t doubt that was also the case for the rest of France too. The bright scarlet façade clashed with the crisp blue of the sky above it, making the building stand out even more during clear days like today. Looking at the red mill, Baekhyun would not have guessed that this was the building the city of love called The Bastion of Pleasures. It didn’t look pleasing to the eye, but it was a novelty, and it was the mill at the entrance that was one of the reasons for the establishment’s notoriety. That, and the women employed in the cabaret.

Young Monsieur Byun, that was what people called Byun Baekhyun, heir to an orient trading business and an expert in oriental imports. He had been sent to France by his father a year short of attending university to learn the French language and now, years later he was attending the prestigious Sorbonne, studying for a degree in Orientalism. He had become an expert to the Parisian socialites, helping them choose authentic China and silk fabrics, among many other goods, all from his family's import business of course.

But behind the posh and rich heir, he had become fascinated by the revolution, a movement started in the middle of the last century, a step towards freedoms and liberties that he had never known in his own home of Joseon.

That was how he ended up at the cabaret Moulin Rouge. And Baekhyun loved it. The thrill of doing something that in his own country would be uncalled for was exhilarating. Some days, he wished he was an artist or a poet. It was not that he could do neither, of course, he was excellent at both thanks to his extensive education. Yet, he wished sometimes that he could live off of the fortune he had and do as he wished, writing poetry, painting watercolours on rice paper and attending the cabaret.

Most importantly, in those senseless daydreams, he could love you freely.

You had met when he had come to consult you about some of the costumes you were making for a Moulin Rouge play. The settings were meant to be inspired by the Orient, it was meant to be exciting, exotic and beautiful all at the same time, and you needed help with the designs. As an orientalist, Young Monsieur Byun had visited you in your seamstress room. He was in awe of the detail you had put into the costumes and was glad to help you perfect the designs. Weeks later, he was back in your workrooms, inspecting the finished product, as well as the set of the music hall stage. Your rooms were not far from the Moulin Rouge, and so on his way back he visited you and your fellow seamstresses. He had liked your costumes and had given a good word on your behalf to the owners.

That was how you met and then proceeded to keep on meeting, each one ending with you smiling a bit brighter, his smile cheekier and cheekier.

----- 

Monsieur Byun often thought that it would have been easy; falling in love with one of the dancers. However, Monsieur Byun was not a man who took the easy way. He had remained unmoved by the dancers’ charm, flirtatious nature and womanly shape. He was an orientalist, coming to Paris from Joseon, and he had no desire for the boisterous women of the cabaret, notorious for their cancan.

Instead, he had taken the hard way. He fell in love with you.

It was a hopeless love. Hopeless in more than one way; because not only had he fallen for you head over heels, irrevocably and explicitly, but also because there was no future in which he could continue to do so. Your love was fleeting, not because the feelings disappeared, but because in this world, neither in France nor Joseon, could you love each other freely. It was a secret romance. Something forbidden.

A hopeless love.

You had always known it would not last, but nothing lasts and so you loved him the same way he loved you.

A mere seamstress could never marry him. He was classes above you, not to mention that he had no doubts his father had already chosen a merchant's daughter for him, one that was from Joseon, just like him, just like his father wanted.

Tonight though, he could spend in your arms, naked and wrapped in the soft sheets of his bed with you listening to his heartbeat while his long fingers combed through your hair.

It was a peaceful night. He had sneaked you into one of his smaller residences, where no servants could spy on the two of you. You had drunk dry red wine and enjoyed a baguette along with some camembert and red grapes. It had been a simple meal by his standards, but it was everything the two of you could have wanted tonight. 

In the middle of balmy summer, with the sun shining down in all its glory, warming you up and making all proper ladies sweat under their clothes, you had been kept busy by the constant repairs of Moulin Rouge costumes, as well as other work sent to you by the upper and middle-class women. You didn’t complain. it was good work, and it was always extra money- something you could never have too much of. 

Baekhyun did all the complaining for you, about how you didn’t have time for him, about how he was feeling neglected; about how you were too pretty to spend the days in a workroom rather than in the garden outside, basking in the sun and undoubtedly keeping him company.  

Finally, your work was done, and you had decided to take the day off and now, at the end of the day spent in Baekhyun’s arms, you were falling asleep in his arms, his light breathing felt like a summer breeze in your hair, and his golden skin was warm against yours. The body heat and the warm night had made it impossible to sleep under a duvet, and so you had opted for sleeping under a thin linen sheet. 

“Mon plus cher amour,” He had whispered into the air, my dearest love, he called you. and through the thin veil of sleep, you had responded to his calling, turning in his arms so that you could face him, your lips brushing against his as he spoke, the soft touch sending shivers down Baekhyun’s spine.

“Mon cherie?” You had asked, planting a cheeky kiss on his pouty lips.

“I do not wish to live without you.” He spoke, eyes gazing into yours with such tenderness you were unsure a mortal man could be filled with this much love. Surely, such deep feeling was reserved for a thing more holy than you; for women whose beauty lived on as legend, a kind of beauty captured by poems and songs and prayers. Not you; mortal, fragile, ordinary.

“Don’t say such things.” You spoke, the softness in your voice mimicking the tenderness in Baekhyun’s eyes. His breath hitched, and you could feel the rattling of his heart against your chest, its steady beat matching the rhythm of your own heart.

“They make me love you more.” You whispered, and your lover smiled at your words, his long fingers moving to grab your hand gently, before he brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly, his lips silky like rosebuds, flushed a deep pink as blood flowed through him, red and robust. His deep brown eyes didn’t leave yours for a second.

Hopelessly, you loved him.

------

The days without him came and went, and finally, after all work was complete, Baekhyun had decided to take you to the premiere of the new cabaret show, the one you had spent months sowing costumes for, and now he would allow you the pleasure of seeing the fruit of your labours, and you had a feeling it would be sweet. 

Tonight, he had taken you to the cabaret. The moulin rouge was packed with patrons, their cacophonous chatter before the show was like the beginning of a birdsong, somewhere deep in the rainforest, their words, not always French, sounded around the room like a flock of tropical songbirds, unorganised but joyous. You sat at a table for two, he dressed in a fine black suit, you in your best dress, your hair pinned up in a fashionable style you have seen many of your clients wear. When you looked in the mirror before you left the house, you could barely believe the woman in the reflection staring back at you was yourself. You wondered if Baekhyun had always though you this beautiful.

“You are exquisite. Never forget that, mon amour.” He leaned in to whisper into your ears, the dim light glowing golden against his skin, making the curve of his nose and the plushness of his lips even more refined, even more tempting. Your heart skipped a beat against your will. Soon after, the flock went silent, and you were left only with the melody of the orchestra, as the dancers entered the stage. Baekhyun sat in his chair, completely at ease as he sipped on champagne.

The show was exquisite, but no one expected anything less from the great Moulin Rouge. The dancers moved about on the stage in practised harmony. even their more chaotic routines were executed with utter grace and precision. Some dresses were shorter than others, some more scandalous. you had spared no skill stitching in feathers and sequins. Each costume was tailored, each thread perfectly in place, ever colour carefully selected.

“Something like this would never be allowed where I’m from.” Baekhyun whispered into your ear. Even without looking at him, you could feel that his eyes fell on the dancers and his lips turned into a smirk against your ears. You knew he was not speaking just about the cabaret.

“I’m glad it is allowed here.” He whispered when you didn’t respond, and a pleasant shiver went down your spine.

“They look pretty.” You said instead, eyes never leaving the stage. The dancers' span, their skirts twirling with them, exposing more of their legs, and the audience could not stop their noises of awe as they span.

“The dancers?” Baekhyun asked, taking another sip from his flute.

“Pretty women look good in pretty clothing.” You answered him with a nod, a smile playing on your lips when another round of cacophonous delight rippled through the audience.

“Are those your dresses?” Baekhyun smiled, eyes shining playfully as he carefully took in the colourful costumes, the plumes of feathers, the embroidery on the bodices and down the skirts.

“Oui.” You sipped your drink, allowing the buzz of alcohol to make the night even more enjoyable.

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked after a while, the feeling of Baekhyun’s deep brown eyes staring at you had become unnerving as the night went on, your second flute of champagne now standing empty in front of you.

“I can’t help it. You are like the moon.” He smiled, head tilting to look at you from a different angle.

“Drawing me to you.” He spoke, and his hand moved across the table to hold your one, his long fingers threading through yours.

You remained like that until the end of the show.

When the night was over, and he had draped your coat over your shoulders like a gentleman, a playful smile graced his lips, his eyes light with mischief.

“We went to the bastion of pleasures, and yet my biggest pleasure was watching you.” He told you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, enjoying the blush that flushed your cheeks, both because of the champagne and because of him.

----

Another week passed, and you were once again in his chambers, lying among the soft sheets with a book in your hands as Baekhyun dressed. He was wearing a similar suit to the one he wore to Moulin Rouge; he had changed the jacket to one more appropriate to dinner. His hair was combed back away from his face, and you admired his straight eyebrows and dark lashes.

“How do I look?” He asked, tying a black bowtie in front of the mirror hanging above his dresser.

“Handsome as always.” You told him glancing at his slim silhouette over your book.

“You will be fine, Monsieur Byun.” You said when he turned around and sent him a wink.

“Whatever you say, Mademoiselle.” He smiled, walking over to the bed to bend down. In a flash, his plush lips were on yours, and you melted into the kiss.

Once he broke away to slip into his jacket, he glanced back at you, eyes filled with worry. You could tell there was tension in his shoulders and in the clench of his jaw.

“Enjoy yourself.” You smiled at him, trying to encourage him. Whatever was on his mind was weighing on him a lot. Enough to make him hesitant to tell you about it. It was an unusual occurrence.

“It’s just another business get together. I’m advising teapot purchases today.” He spoke, seemingly talking to himself, and you go up from the bed, wrapping your arms around his torso as you proceeded to stare into his eyes. Their warm brown reminded you of fresh morning coffee and chocolate.

“Joseon ceramics have become popular among those rich enough to import them.” He spoke, his arms coming to wrap around your shoulders. Baekhyun buried his face in your hair, and you allowed him the silent moment of peace. He held you tightly against him, and you listened to his heart, sure and steady; just like him.

“Sell a lot of teapots then, mon cherie.” You told him, and he released you, giving you one last farewell kiss.

“Don’t miss me too much, mon plus cher amour.” He called out, making his way out of the room, and you could not help but smile at his retreating figure.

-----  

The dinner was a dull affair. The hosts were rich, as they always were, and loved to gossip, as they always did. Usually, Baekhyun had stayed clear of the ladies gossip, preferring to sit and drink whiskey with the gentlemen, but tonight he had found himself in the middle of the gossip. Not because he was particularly interested, but because he was the subject of it.

Standing around the room, numerous gentlemen conversed, some women also preferred to stay clear of the host’s wife, considering she was a ruthless gossip and could run her mouth like no other.  Unfortunately, Baekhyun was making his way to his business partner, Monsieur Park, when he heard the conversation.

The group sat on plush sofas, a small hardwood mahogany coffee table sat in the middle, home to a fine tea set, white porcelain with delicate lotus flowers painted in red for decoration. It was one of the models they carried last summer. Ironically, it was not a higher-end set.

“I heard he took his mistress to the cabaret last week. I wonder who she is.” One of the ladies spoke, her shrill voice piercing his eardrums. From her dress, Baekhyun could tell she was one of your clients. A similar dress, although green, rather than the acrid salmon colour this woman was wearing, was displayed in your shop window. He could recognise your handiwork anywhere now.

“Cannot be high standing that is certain.” Another woman butted in, and Baekhyun wanted to stop listening. Yet, somewhere deep inside, morbid curiosity kept him still, listening to those women insult you, his blood boiling under his skin.

“A Frenchwoman and a man from Joseon. In public!” The woman in salmon had screeched, and Baekhyun had to stop himself from cursing.

“How are you, ladies?” He put on a smile instead, walking straight into the women’s conversation, halting their gossip.

“I heard you ordered two tea sets, Madame.” He turned to look at an older woman, sitting between the two who were talking about you.

“Yes. My daughter is marrying into an upstanding family, I must make sure she brings only the best to her new home.” She had spoken, her nose turned almost comically upward, as she did her best to look at him with disdain.

“I hope you will be satisfied with the quality of our goods.” He had bowed lightly, a sickly-sweet smile still present on his lips, as he had no doubt anger peaked through his eyes. You always said you could tell he was angry when you looked into his eyes. He would have said something more, but Chanyeol had come to his aid, his jovial spirit lighting the mood surrounding the women.

“Ah, Monsieur Byun, I was looking for you.” He spoke, his deep voice filled with happiness as he did his best to steer Baekhyun away.

He took him off to the side, passing the shorter man a glass of scotch. Chanyeol’s large frame towered over him, shielding him from the view of the gossips.  His large hand came to clasp Baekhyun’s shoulder, squeezing him in reassurance.

“Young men are young men no matter where they come from. Do not listen to old gossips.” Chanyeol’s deep voice became a murmur, and Baekhyun had though his friend sounded more as if he was growling rather than speaking

“Thank you Chanyeol.” He muttered, drinking the scotch in gulps, too frustrated to sip the liquid. He found the burn of alcohol a good distraction.

“Better to love one woman than hate one woman.” His friend spoke, his equally brown eyes soft when they looked down on him.

“Any news from my father?” Baekhyun asked, changing the topic from one unpleasant thing to another.

“None yet. I’m not sure he even knows about her.” Chanyeol reassured him, a small smile playing on his lips. He sipped on his scotch.

“If he knew,” Baekhyun spoke, his heart beating frantically against his chest, making him dizzy before Chanyeol interrupted.

“You would be on a ship back by now, and that merchant’s daughter would be waiting for you at the docks.” He finished for him, drinking the rest of his scotch in one gulp, before going to refill their glasses.

 As the evening progressed, Baekhyun received more and more requests for imported ceramics. The requests ranged from tea sets to plates and bowls. By the time the dinner finished, his notebook was filled with names and catalogue numbers.

When Baekhyun returned to his home, he had discarded his coat and untied his bowtie. A few buttons of his white shirt were now undone, revealing his golden collarbone. He sat on the sofa of his living room sipping on more scotch from a crystal glass. You had discarded the book when he arrived and chose to sit beside him on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder. The fabric beneath you was velvet, more luxurious than you would ever be able to afford. You knew he had it custom made.

Apart from a greeting and a few quick kisses, Baekhyun had stayed silent. Despite the alcohol he consumed, the stress you have seen on his frame had not lessened. You watched from the corner of your eye as his jaw clenched and relaxed.

“Are you ready to tell me now?” You asked him, turning his chin towards you. His eyes immediately fell to your lips, before looking up into your eyes. He had always thought they looked like sapphires. Not because they were blue, but because they reminded him of the sea, deep and unexplored. They hid your heart, and so they shone like precious stones, reflected light like the stormy waters of the sea. Deep, so deep he lost himself in them and found himself in them too.

“I’m worried about my father.” He murmured, his angelic voice broke, heavy with uncertainty.

“We had known about your father from the beginning. We knew how this would end before it begun.” You told him, pressing your palm against his cheek, allowing Baekhyun to lean into your touch, basking at how warm he felt against you.

“What if I don’t want this to end?” He asked, and this time, you were the one to lose yourself in the depths of his irises.

You pressed your other palm to his cheek, and you kissed him. Passionately and without inhibition. Whether the ending was coming, or if it was already here didn’t matter. You loved him. You loved him hopelessly.

Baekhyun turned violet under your touch. He felt it seep into him when he pressed his lips with bruising force to yours, and when you grabbed at him in his bed, and again when you left purple marks over his collar bones, each one a visible stain on his body; something that reminded him he was yours, something to remind you that you were his.

-----  

Days passed in colourful monotone. You woke up in his bed, went to work and attended Moulin Rouge in the evening. Each evening was spectacular; each evening was the same. Moulin Rouge had become a place you had grown fond of. There, Baekhyun could sit beside you in public, show you off as a lover. Not many people paid attention in Montmartre, too focused on the idea of freedom and liberty. You shared their desires, shared the hope that one day the world would be easier to live in. You and Baekhyun fit in. The Bastion of Pleasures was an easy place to be in.

After one of the shows, when you had finally gone back home to rest, an unexpected guest made his appearance.

Chanyeol had come in one evening, just as Baekhyun rested in your lap, your voice soothing him to sleep. Chanyeol had come in with a letter. You could tell it was from Baekhyun’s father. The characters were unfamiliar, rendering you illiterate and blissfully unaware of the contents.

“Not good.” Baekhyun had risen from your lap, and as he read over the letter, he paced. Chanyeol had sat down beside you, his figure looming over you. You were not uncomfortable, resting in his shadow was a familiar feeling by now, but the expression on both of the men’s faces was making you uneasy.

“By the end of the following year, he wants you to return.” Chanyeol told them. His deep voice rumbled through the room, and his warm brown eyes looked down at you, and them at Baekhyun with such sorrow, you couldn’t make out who was more upset at the news.

“I understand.” Baekhyun stopped pacing and called out for one of his help to bring them some cognac.

“To one more year.” He toasted once the alcohol was poured into crystal glasses and handed to the three of them.

With a cheeky smile, you raised your glass, toasting with him. Reluctantly, and with a withered smile, Chanyeol raised his glass, the amber liquid glistening in the dim light, before taking a swig.

------

That night, you lay wrapped in Baekhyun’s arms, a cool breeze wafted through the open window, drifting over your naked shoulders as you gazed up at your lover.

“Let us leave. Run away.” Baekhyun muttered, his eyes shining in the darkness of his room, more serious than you ever saw him.

“And go where?” You asked, entertaining the idea.

“Anywhere my father doesn’t find us.” He told you, and you pressed closer to him, further into the security if his arms.

“Italy?” You asked, thinking of places too far away for the Byun business to chase you down to.

“Britain?”

“French Indochina?” You kissed him, a small smile playing on your lips.

“I don’t care where we go, I’ll love you anywhere.” He spoke, his voice soft, and now more than any other night, you knew he loved you.

Baekhyun had been ready to leave everything to be with you where his father could not interfere, and you were ready to leave with him.

“Let's go anywhere then.” You conceded, pressing a kiss to his lips, whispering words of love into his ears as he held you. He whispered them back, breathed love into you with his kisses, steady and reassuring beside you, and despite the chill of the air, you were warm.

Love was hopeless sometimes, but maybe this time, just this time, there was hope.

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Chatty AF 143: 2021 Spring Wrap-up

Dee, Mercedez, and Peter look back at the mega-packed Spring 2021 season!

Episode Information

Date Recorded: July 18th, 2021 Hosts: Dee, Mercedez, and Peter

Episode Breakdown

0:00:00 Intros Red Flags 0:01:55 DON’T TOY WITH ME, MISS NAGATORO Yellow Flags 0:06:26 Tokyo Revengers 0:07:16 Those Snow White Notes 0:13:27 Pretty Boy Detective Club 0:18:50 MARS RED Harmless Fun 0:22:12 Super Cub 0:24:23 SSSS.DYNAZENON 0:27:54 Shadows House 0:32:26 I’ve Been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed Out My Level 0:34:21 Backflip!! It’s… Complicated 0:39:54 The World Ends With You 0:41:51 Vivy: Fluorite Eyes Song 0:47:30 To Your Eternity 0:48:31 ODDTAXI 0:51:26 JORAN 0:53:18 Fairy Ranmaru 0:56:51 86 EIGHTY-SIX Feminist Potential 1:00:50 Let’s Make a Mug Too 1:04:35 Farewell, My Dear Cramer Sequels 1:07:32 ZOMBIE LAND SAGA REVENGE 1:08:01 Fruits Basket 1:08:29 So I’m a Spider, So What? 1:11:44 Tropical Rouge! Pretty Cure 1:11:50 Thunderbolt Fantasy 1:12:06 Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun 1:12:39 Way of the Househusband 1:13:24 Outro

More on This Season

Spring 2021 Premiere Digest

Spring 2021 Three Episode Check-in

Spring 2021 Mid-Season Check-in

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soo here’s whats gonna go on with this blog 2022 onward.

i’m going to finish & upload the stuff i currently have in my WIPS* and post what i have for everything. ( *list of wips under the cut)

I’ll continue to slowly work on re-doing the fgo anthology icon packs over the course of 2022 and this blog will otherwise be on hiatus for an unknown amount of time. I might come back to this blog later in 2022 with new sets and i might not. 

i’m a bit burnt out on icon making and don’t rp on tumblr anymore myself due to toxicness in communities, cliquey culture, “if i cant ship my character with yours wheres the fun” thing, as well as the whole “guilt by association” aka “i dont know you but i saw you interact with X so imma block you & tell others to stay away”, and so on. 

i started both my icon blogs because i liked making icons in general & wanted to share stuff i made for myself for others to use as well. but again since ive grown away from rping on here, iconing making hasnt been as fun since i dont even get to use ones i made for myself anymore.

Ghost Reaper girl

tropical rouge precure manga

shield hero (spirit tortoise arc  & other world arc)

fgo eor 4

book lover princess

fgo america

fgo france

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SPOILERS BELOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYNx27vGnos

Hi hello I’m excited for this. You don’t understand when I say that Drex and Rick are my favorite villains in the entire “Dangerverse” and that’s solely because they’re the only villains in this franchise actually taken seriously. 

Holy fudge Saturdays in October are gonna be PACKED for me. Amphibia, Tropical-Rouge PreCure, Kamen Rider Revice, and now this Danger Force event! I’ve missed this kind of excitement in my life regarding media.

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Just watched episode 21 of Tropical Rouge Pretty Cure, in which the Tropical Club make summer plans for a visit to Manatsu’s hometown on Minamino Island.

The episode begins with Manatsu excited for summer break to start, while Laura is less enthusiastic, pointing out she’s barely gotten to experience school life compared to the others. The others reassure her there’s plenty of fun things to do in the summer, each of them having things they’re looking forward to do. Noting that the school clubs tend to do a summer camp thing, they decide to try to think of something all of them can do together. Manatsu tells them that she and her mother plan to go back to Minamino Island to visit her dad, and as Manatsu talks about the island, the others show interest in visiting. Manatsu suggest they all join her and her mother on the trip, and so they decide to do the summer camp on Minamino Island.

At Manatsu’s house, they try to make plans for the trip to the island. Laura isn’t as interested in visiting the beaches, since she’s used to the ocean and all that, and asks about other activities. Manatsu tells them there’s a cave on the island that is said to contain a treasure that no one has yet to find, which gets her interest. Manatsu’s mother comes to check on them, and is surprised to see how much they’ve tried to squeeze into a schedule since there’s so much they want to do. Aoi suggests they don’t go overboard with planning, since the island is a pretty laid-back place. Manatsu agrees and they decide to dial it back a bit, but Manatsu then remembers there’s still something she’d like them to do, namely visiting a secret beach she knows about.

In the Witch’s mansion, the Butler goes to ask the other villains about gathering Motivation Power, but none of them want to go, complaining about the heat and that they should take a break this summer. The Butler then suggests that whoever gather Motivation Power first will be allowed to take a break, which gets all of them more motivated. The Butler chooses to send Chongire out to gather Motivation Power.

Manatsu and Laura pack their things for the trip, while Aoi calls their teacher and families to make sure everyone has permission to go on the trip. When heading to sleep, Manatsu is too excited to fall asleep and asks to spend the night in Laura’s room. Laura admits that she too was having trouble sleeping, nervous about her first trip with everyone. However, Manatsu has already fallen asleep.

The next day, Manatsu and Laura wait for the others to arrive before heading to the ferry. Sango shows up, having trouble carrying all her luggage due to bringing along too much make-up from the new make-up line at the store for them to try. Minori is having similar troubles, having brought along plenty of reading material for the trip. Asuka on the other hand, only brought along one bag, as well as lunch for everyone to eat on the ferry and her favorite pillow since she has trouble sleeping when using any other pillow.

The girls begin heading for the ferry, when Chongire shows up to gather Motivation Power. The Zenzen Yaraneda is created from Manatsu’s suitcase, which starts draining Motivation Power from people nearby. The Cures transform, and begin fighting the Zenzen Yaraneda. The Cures notice the suitcase is full of Melon Bread, to which Cure Summer admits she wanted to bring some for everyone on the island. The suitcase spits out a giant beach ball, which Manatsu had brought along for volley ball. This gives Cure Flamingo an idea to attack using the ball, but the suitcase has more tricks up its sleeve. It begins attacking with water guns Manatsu brought along to play with on the beach, the Cures dodging its attacks. When the water guns don’t work, the suitcase grows teeth and attempts to bite them. Cure La Mer suggests they attack from above and slam it shut, but it catches on to their strategy.

As they try to think of another plan, Cure Summer notices that the key to the suitcase fell out, giving her an idea. Cure Papaya hits the suitcase with her attack, giving them the oppurtunity to slam it shut before Cure Summer locks the suitcase with the key, stopping its attacks. With this, Cure La Mer can take back the stolen Motivation Power and then purify the Zenzen Yaraneda. Chongire notes that since he did try to do his job, he better still get to take that summer break.

In the villain’s library, Butler consults some books, and comes across something interesting...

The girls make it to the ferry in time, and travel to Minamino Island. As they arrive, they are greeted by Manatsu’s father and other people she knows on the island.

A pretty good episode, setting things up for the next few ones, I presume. I’ve really been looking forward to these episodes, revisiting Manatsu’s hometown and getting to see more of it and the rest of the island. Also like how they’re setting up why the villains will be showing up there, since it seems the Butler has discovered something about the treasure the Tropical Club will be looking for. I wonder if it’ll be a power-up item for the Cures? That’d be cool, since it has been a while since the Cures had to go on sort of a quest to get their next power-up item, and it not just being given to them after some character development or other story development.

I’ll be looking forward to the next episode!

[planetchii]

THE NICHIASA SHITPOSTING REPORT

Tropical Rouge: The girls continue their club summer fun with some scuba diving. All but one, though: Smug Fish forgot her equipment and couldn't go. Strange. She's usually so reliable. Oh well, she can participate in the next activity, which is volleyball then a festival! Also, a time where we can see Asuka beat up on children on the court. They're about 10 years too soon to be challenging her.

Meanwhile, in Lazy Town, Elda wants a vacation. And she's right, it's not fair that Numeri the Doctor and Chongire the Chonky Chef get to go on vacation. At least she gets a trophy for all of her hard work during what should have been her vacation too. That trophy is just another dark orb for another Yaraneeda. Summer homework sucks.

Mean-meanwhile, the girls are putting on their best yakutas and hearing a heartwarming story from MamaManatsu about how writing her wish on a stone gave her the love of her life. Which was an octopus.

And Elda decided that Smug Fish's super-private stone with her wish written on it was the perfect piece of homework to copy.

"You cannot fight this one! Absolutely not! And you can't fucking look at the back either!- Smug Fish, probably. Too late though. Everyone saw her wish... to learn how to swim with her human legs. G'luck Smug Fish.

Saber: "Fuck it, I'm fighting too" -Sofia, probably.

"Fuck it, I'm also forming the new Zi-O Trinity with my dead friends to help me manage this armor", Also Sofia, probably.

Meanwhile, Mei is just hanging around the bookstore, with nothing to do but fade away among the books and wedding magazines. Only to be surprised that Touma actually wrote something for that month. Maybe she'll get paid for this month after all. You know, if the world doesn't end. I mean, I guess that's better than Storious explaining his evil plan to the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future. While still avoiding the cough drops. C'mon, Storious, you're sounding like you smoke 50 packs a day, a cough drop isn't that bad.

REN IS USING BEST BOY DESAST'S THINGS. HE FOUGHT WITH HIS GHOST. REN IS HAVING A CHARACTER REDEMPTION.

I DID NOT ASK FOR THAT IN EXCHANGE FOR DAISHINJI'S LIFE HOWEVER, WHAT IN THE BLUE FRESH FUCK. DAMN IT, TOEI.

And while all of this is going on, after leaving the bookstore for some fresh air after doing some editing and bring the manuscript to the office, Mei... just finds Luna on the floor. Not a place to take a nap, Luna. I know you're an adult now, but... I'm sure there's a nice shiny bench to sit on.

Zenkaiger: The Zenkaigers take up a new hobby of bullfighting. (As ethical as possible, of course.) But at least Kaito's cape comes as a handy dandy red cloth thing. It's a shame that the Zenkaiju Gear and Gaon got into a fight about who got the last sausage: Kaito or the Gear. I mean, special gears need to eat too, Gaon. And now it ran away. Good job Gaon; just because it wasn't ACTUALLY Kaito. Or a human. Robots have feelings too, Gaon.

In an attempt to be better bullfighters, the Zenkaigers attempt to be the bull. Become the bull. At least until the Zenkaiju Gear comes out of hiding from the trash heap.

Meanwhile, Stacey eats more ice cream. He has an addiction, but he decides that this will be the last time though: He's starting to gain some weight and his uniform isn't fitting as well as it used to. (grandmas, amirite?) But Yatsude isn't letting her best customer go that easily and gives him a card for free ice cream on his next visit.

...Which Stacey graciously accepts.

[sienku]

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