#which is even dumber than killing the moon

[stardust948]

Ty Lee is the sun,

Fits her honestly

It does. I should draw her full Sun Spirit outfit someday.

[autisticviking]

Theory about @somerandomdudelmao new comic #Marbelsky.

So in one of the asks answers, I remember that Cass mentionned humans as being seen as the "goblins" of space.

That means that almost every specie that travel in space a lot must know about them.

But we know that humans don't know about alien life yet, as in the first chapter when Ward and Oscar get captured by the Mamors, Oscar told Ward that he saw a giant space-ship, to which Ward replied that he should just take his meds.

Now of course their own space-ship must have been pretty far from earth, as they were clearly not in our solar system, and from what doodles and flashback of Oscar and Ward back on earth, things didn't seem so futuristic.

Knowing that currently being capable of sending people to Mars, one of the nearest planets to Earth, is still impossible, I'm gonna assume that they're not from our time, but not too much into the future either, let's estimate something between 40 to 50 years, since we've seen how fast technology had evolved, or it's just a different universe.

Now, when Ecliptica asked Sculptor about whether or not Ward and Oscar were the "tasty" one he confirmed it, which probably mean that they're kind already came across humans before.

Since it was revealed that Oscar was basically not at all qualified for space and that Ward was supposed to go alone, I'm gonna assume that in this universe humans have a much more advanced space travel, perhaps even reaching other solar systems, so while they were far from Earth, they were still close compared to how far humans were capable of reaching.

Which means that humans who ended up getting lost in space must be more common, which led to their capture and their eventual death or enslavement by other species such as Mamors.

Like I said, humans aren't aware of aliens, since I don't think that aliens who strand far from their original planet are simply looking for a vacation, they're most likely searching for new land to conquer like the Mamors, so they most likely killed the humans they came across.

That must be why they are known as space's "goblins", their technology is probably primitive compared to what we've seen, or because they always find them in small number, just wandering with no goal other than discovery, since we've seen that an entire tribe was basically living in the ship of the Mamors, with children such as Alcor, and princesses or 'Moons' such as Ecliptica, a ssimple crew of 15 persons must look ridiculously small in comparaison.

But at the same time, Ein (I think that's her name) the guardian of the cell compared humans' and Mamors way to calculate how intelligent a specie is, which mean that they must know about how human civilization works.

So perhaps one of the humans they captured told them that, or that they've just been observing Earth.

Now, Earth have not been taken over yet, but why? It has been explained that the Mamors make this thing called the "Marbel Sky" to basically give them a boost in everything, because of Earth's special atmosphere, it must be impossible, but Mamors are already far stronger than humans, they could just launch an invasion and probably win.

Which leads to one thing, I don't remember seeing a 'Sun' on the planet we've seen, and while Mamors don't have eyes, I'm gonna assume that the light must hurt them in some way, especially the unfiltered U.V lights that they would be exposed to before being able to enter Earth's atmosphere.

Despite everything that we've seen, I believe that Earth must be a very special planet compared to other, in which the conditions are wrong in every right way to make it impossible for the Mamors or other aliens to survive there, with the 4 seasons, climate, and all.

There's also a dumber thing : Nuclear Bombs, only humans hate eatch other so much that they'd make a weapon that would only kill any being in a wide radius, but also make that specific radius impossible for any form of life to take place in it for decades or even centuries to come.

Knowing humans, they'd probably not waste a single second before launching nuclear bombs if they spot the Mamors ship, and even if the ship resists, the Mamors wouldn't be able to resist the mere explosion and radioactivity of the bomb if it was to fall on them, so they kept away.

Or, perhaps humans just...amuse them?? Like, they find it curious how a kind could be at such war and hatred towards itself so they just watch?? After all who wants to get involved in such drama.

[pennypenpen]

Day 2: Signed yours truly, The Whale~

The ocean waves moved rhythmically as the moon shined upon the island. It was quiet, it was the dead of night; and just about everyone still alive from this trip taking a weird turn for the worst was fast asleep in their cottage, and if they weren’t, they opted in staying inside, just in case Monokuma decided to be heavy-handed with the “no sleeping anyways except the cottages during nighttime” rule.

There were two residents of the blood-filled island, hiding in the bushes checking to see if the monitors were up and running—which they were—until a few coconuts were smashed into them without fail.

“Nice going!” A voice mustered up from the bushes as a chuckle from another could be heard from there. The two pop their heads up to reveal that it was the two pervs of Hope’s Peak Academy; Teruteru Hanamura, The Ultimate Chef from Class 77-B and Hifumi Yamada, The Ultimate Fanfic Creator from Class 78.

The two hopped out of the bushes and found the homemade boat that the both of them made while they were stuck here, considering it a small little project with big plans of some sort.

Yamada ran, while Hanamura just strolled to the boat.

“P-Pick up the pace! W-We don’t know how much time we got!” The big guy said as the chef scoffed.

“Monsieur, you have to remember that no one knows where we are… We’re fine…”

Yamada kept running since his body was already on that setting but he did understand what the tiny guy was saying. Only a mere moments soon after their little side-chat and the fanfic creator found the wooden boat they two crafted and smiled.

“I-I can’t believe it…. A-Are we seriously going to escape together?...” He was in complete disbelief, meanwhile, Hanamura couldn't help but laugh.

“We have been planning this since the killing game started… Luckily, neither of us got hurt beforehand.”

“Y-Yeah…” Yamada reminisced about the friends he lost to the game before he shook his head. “C-C’mon, before the sun rises!”

The chef nods before the two of them start to push the boat…or well, try to… It was a lot heavier than it originally was, oddly enough, despite the two of them never even putting anything inside it.

“W-What the!?” The fanfic creator gasped as the chef plops on the sand and huffed.

“I’m gettin’ too old for this…” The chef chimed in before—

“Puhuhuuuuuuuu~!”

Oh..

No….

Suddenly, the black-and-white teddy bear jumps up from one of the trees and spins in the air before landing on the boat without even a scratch on himself nor the boat.

“You two really are a couple of honey-filled saplings, are ya?” He said as Yamada looked horrified seeing him here, and the chef looked at him with disdain.

“How are you even here!?” The chef yelled. “I took down ev’ry moni—” They then remembered where Monokuma was. “S-Son of a bitch…” They mumbled under their breath as the bear couldn’t help but let out a small little laugh.

“Oh c’mon now! Did ya really think ya two could bear-ly get off scot-free? How em-bear-assing” The stuffed animal said before he sat on the ledge of the boat with his right leg over the other, staring at the two.

“Although, I should give ya two some credit. After all, you did make this and didn’t break a rule while making this pathetic little contraption. I’m impressed.” 

“M-Monokuma-sama” Yamada chimed in. “A-Are we going to get punished for this?”

Hanamura breaks a sweat as they look at their partner-in-crime, yelling at them that what they just asked was a guaranteed death sentence; meanwhile, if Monokuma could express the emotion he was feeling at this moment, he’d be frowning, daggering eyes with the hamster-looking man.

A sigh escapes the bear. “Yamada, Yamada, Yamada… You always were one of the dumber ones. I’m ain’t gonna punish ya, unless y’all decided to have a late-night rendezvous and sleep here, in which case, it’ll be the last date y’all’ll ever have.”

Yamada sighed before seeing Hanamura trembling with anger. He gulps and gives them a hug to calm him down; this was exactly what Monokuma wanted to do and despite lacking any smarts whatsoever, he knew what made his partner tick and he wanted him to calm down before things got worse.

“Hmm? Smallfry’s quivering? What? Does he want his mommy? His sick and unwell mommy has to work all by herself while his siblings do nothing.”

“S-Shaddup….I-I swear to god…”

The fanfic creator’s eyes widened as it was desperately blatant that he was upset about something the two did, he didn’t know what it was, but his guest was the boat.

“Oh-ho? Retaliation I hear? That’s kinda rich from someone who almost let their boyfriend die by the hands of—”

“S-SHADDUP! Be-Before I—I…” The chef was playing into his trap almost too well…

“H-Hanamura-chan, c-calm down…p-please” Yamada was quiet during the whole ordeal, mostly just trying to keep things under wraps.

“Puhuhuhu… How charming~! The hamster has to take care of the mutt. Now dat’s something I haven’t seen yet!” His bullying gets worse before it finally mustered over with Hanaumra grabbing Yamada’s backpack and—

“I SAID, SHAT DA FUCK UP!!!” They yelled at the top of their lungs losing their composure and throwing the backpack at the bear, causing the small plushie to fall into the ocean!

Afterwards, the chef could be seen panting heavily with the fanfic creator trembling in fear as they looked down to see their angered love.

“H-Hana-chan! Hana-chan! P-Please!” At this point, he was getting desperate, so he lifted up the tiny chef into a bear hug as he was panicking to bring them back to their senses.

Of course, they were upset still, but the overwhelming anger they felt was starting to leave their system, and they confirmed it as they looked at Yamada and huffed.

“Uhm… Mon chéri?... Can you let go of me?....” They asked in a quasi-deadpan tone before the big guy plops them to the ground. They brush off their attire and grunts.

“D-Do-do you think he’s gonna come back up?...” Yamada spoke up as the tiny chef looked at the ocean with Monokuma nowhere in sight; leaving them a little uneasy.

“I mean…” Hanamura is trying to keep their cool, mostly for Yamada’s sake, somewhat forgetting about the violent outburst that happened not even a couple of minutes ago.

“Seeing it’s been a few minutes, I-uh… I think we’re fine.” 

Yamada sighs as they look over at the boat and walk over to it. Now that the bear was done with, they could continue their departure away from the island.

While those two were working on figuring out the problem, a few bubbles could be seen coming from the ocean, with black-and-white ears appearing above the water as it moved closer to shore.

While that was happening, Yamada figured out that the boat was filled with rocks.

“So that was the problem…” The chef thought out loud.

“M-Must’ve been Monokuma-sama’s doing” The other said before he started to take out the rocks one by one.

Until… they both hear an unfamiliar sound coming from the water, the two look over and squinted their eyes in unison before—

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

Monokuma jumped out, claws ablazing, attempting to stab Hanamura from breaking a rule before…

He was grabbed….

The chef blocked his face with their arms before they slowly moved them down to see that Yamada was holding the monochrome bear by the belly.

“U-UNHAND ME, YA GOOD-FOR-NOTHING PERVERT!!” The bear yelled as Yamada gulped and basically tackled Monokuma to the ground, leaving him under the fanfic creator’s body, flailing his arms about as if he was gonna die from asphyxiation. 

“M-Monsieur…” Teruteru looked at their boyfriend saving his butt with one mere thought going into his mind… “God, I wish I was Monokuma right now…” They shook their heads before Yamada yelled.

“QUICK! Get the rocks out while I have him here!” 

Hanamura nods and using all the strength they had, they start throwing one rock after another out of the shore. 

“Y-Y’know! By the time I'm done with this, we’ll be sailing home to Mama and Fujiko!”

The fanfic creator chuckled.

“Yeah! Imagine what Fujiko thinks once I—”

Suddenly…

*SHANK!!!*

Hanamura would look up to see not one put two pairs of razor sharp claws pierced through Yamada’s body. 

The chef froze before the black-and-whtie bear successfully got off the big guy.

“Y…Ya…..YAMADA!!!”

Their guttural screech of terror could be heard from all over as the chef runs up to the bleeding fanfic creator. 

They didn’t mean for this to happen, Yamada was basically the bystander in their confrontation and seeing him basically gone from this world due to their action, it made them sick.  They can’t even register that the bear wasn’t done with his onslaught on punishment before the chef hugs the corpse of his long-dead love.

“I-I-I’m….OH YAMADA!!!”

Overstruck with grief, they sobbed loudly before it was cut short but the razor sharp claws pierced their next victim… Hanamura’s torso.

Hanamura basically collapsed on top of Yamada as the bear would stare at their crimson-red claws, huffing as he started at the two angrily.

“No attacking the headmaster….” He said as he looked at the entrance to the location. “I’ll let the rest of them know about this rule too…” He said before he disappeared into thin air.

The duo was still laying on top of one another. Hanamura struggled to even move as every inch hurt like all hell, but endured it, just so they could be close to Yamada’s face.

“I-I…Y-Yamada…I-I’m sorry…” Blood leaked from their lips as they stared at Yamada’s eyes before.

*COUGH COUGH!*

Hanamura gasped weakly and grunted as they got a bit of blood on their face as they saw the smiling face of their love. 

“I-it’s alright…an-anything to p-protect you….”

The chef couldn’t help but tear up before they leaned in closer to Yamada’s lips.

“I-I love you….”

“I….love you too~....”

The two share one final kiss and their last breath together before they stop moving.

What was suppose to be an escape, ended in the death of Hifumi Yamada and Teruteru Hanamura…

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

This week we’re asked for “Something good and something bad” and without any rhyme or reason as to who it’ll be for. So, with last week’s d20 theme, let’s roll for attacks and see who rolls a Natural One.

Aries 

You rolled… a Ten. This gives you a disadvantage against your random encounter with… a Flying Snake. The good part is you know that it’ll attack from above. The BAD news is, unless you were intentionally looking up, you’re about to be attacked by surprise. Hope you’re not the Healer of the group.

Taurus 

You rolled… a Sixteen. Since your random encounter is with a Giant Toad you should be in relatively OK shape. Crouch down, put a shield in front of you and prepare to slit its belly with a dagger when it jumps over you. Unless it starts singing "The Michigan Rag". 

Gemini  

You rolled… a Nineteen. And trust us, that’s a GOOD roll because your encounter is with a Dire Wolf! The best thing you’ve got going for you is, it’s alone! They are fast, will try to knock you down, and might have more hit points than you do. You best pray to the Great God Murphy for three more rolls like that or this is going to be a short game.

Cancer Moon-Child 

You rolled… an Eighteen. Just like Gemini you’re gunna need that because you’ve just met a Lion! If you think backing up to get a better defensive position will help, you’re out of your mind!  With a 10-foot running start, the lion can long jump up to 25 feet. Your best bet is to charge into it and hope for a really.. REALLY good crit roll.

Leo 

You rolled… a Seventeen. Which is, honestly, kind of a waste. You’re matched up with a Crab. One crab. One silly little, two hit point, dumber than a bag of hammers that would squash it flat crab. It’s not even worth killing so you can cook it up for food. Just let your wizard’s familiar kill it for the XP.

Virgo 

You rolled… a Six. Ewww.. Uhh, yeah. Bad news there, Virgo. You’re likely not going to enjoy all the gossip after this encounter. Your monster is… a Satyr. Yup. A goat-horned, loincloth wearin’, creature of hedonistic lust. Let’s all hope your Wisdom saving throws are good otherwise your party won’t see you ‘til the morning.

Libra 

You rolled… a Thirteen. Not a great roll, but not the worst against a Harpy. Since they can sing to charm adventurers you might want to have the magic user cast “Silence” on the party so they don’t get charmed. Just remember - fireball will roast all its feathers and cause all kinds of havoc to it.

Scorpio 

You rolled… a Three. –a freekin’ three? Really? You know what? Sure, fine. YOU get a Spider. ONE hit point of life force in it. Are you the Wizard of the group? Is your familiar still alive from the crab? Let it have this one too. 

Sagittarius 

You rolled… a Two. What the hey?! What is this, the Wil Wheaton Dice Curse happening here? Ok, well… Unlike the Giant Toad earlier, you get a Frog. Not even a Giant Frog; just a normal, every day, make sure you don’t run over it with the lawn mower frog. One hit point to it. Maybe if you kite the frog into the path of the spider they’ll fight each other first.

Capricorn 

You rolled… an Eight. This might not end well for you. Let’s hope you’re on dry land ‘cause you’re going to need that advantage since your foe is a Merfolk. They are elegant underwater, and sure they can breathe air, but with only a tail instead of legs they’re kinda hobbled long-range. Throw a bag of salt at them and hope the DM has a sense of humour.

Aquarius 

You rolled… an Eleven. Well, THIS is an overkill roll. Rat. You got a rat. A simple, one hit point rat. You’re gunna need to kill it yourself since the wizard's familiar is just sick of your laziness at this point. Just kick it or something.

Pisces  

You rolled… a Four.  Well, two was a Frog and the three was a Spider; both with about one hit point each. So say it with us now… “What’s The Worst Thing That Could Happen?” Congratulations! Your random encounter is with… A Triceratops. Ninety-Five hit points, Fifty-Foot traveling speed, attacks to gore and trample… If your next roll isn’t a Nat-20, just burn your character sheet and call it a night.

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

[imomomi]

Word Count: 4,007

Warnings: Spoilers for the Nationals Arc

April 2012

          It was Osamu who convinced her to become their manager. A whole year of begging and bringing her food, had softened her and now Y/N found herself sheepishly leaving her classroom with Osamu and Atsumu gripping each shoulder. Afraid that she would run away, they’d come to escort her to Gym B where the rest of the volleyball team was waiting in anticipation of their new manager. Personally, she wanted to beat the twins over the head with her bag, but every time she’d fought with them Aran somehow found out and would yell at them for hours.

           “You know if you two were nicer, maybe there’d be more girls interested in doing this,” muttered Y/N. The urge to dig her feet into the ground and refuse to move grew stronger the closer they got. Atsumu and Osamu shared a grin over her shoulders.

           Atsumu ducked and grabbed her knees while Osamu wrapped an arm around her torso holding her up. Y/N shrieked and kicked at the laughing blonde. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, only to be caught by Osamu who nearly dropped her while catching it. A bright burst of anger filled her beat only by the sudden urge to laugh as they hurried past their perplexed schoolmates.

           “I’m wearing a skirt, you idiot. Let go,” she shouted, pulling the hem down as far as it would go. Atsumu swung her legs wildly, laughing again as she screamed.

           “Nah-uh, Y/N-chan, you’ll run away,” grinned Atsumu widely.

           “I’ll kill you both.”

           “Big words for someone at our mercy,” said Osamu, jerking his arms to the side.

           “What are you two doing,” Aran asked in horror as they arrived. Y/N hung limply between the two brothers only to be dropped as the twins straightened up. Groaning, she rolled over, pressing her hands to her flushed cheeks.

           “L/N, you alright?”

           “Just kill me now,” said Y/N burying her face into her hands. The team shared matching grins, but dropped them as a boy with silver hair, the ends dipped in black, quietly asked them to move.

           “You two shouldn’t rough-house with a girl like that,” said the boy. He walked forward, kneeling down before her and offered her a handkerchief. Y/N took it gingerly, wondering what she was supposed to do it with. Her clothes were covered in dirt and her face was probably smeared with it as well. Atsumu glanced down, meeting her eye. His shoulders shook dangerously even as he met Aran’s gaze again.

           “I’m Kita Shinsuke. I apologize on the twin’s behalf.”

           “Don’t worry. I’ll get them back,” promised Y/N. Her eyes glittered with a hint of danger.

           “Seeking revenge will only cause you pain,” Kita scolded, “Accept their apology and let them learn from it.”

           Osamu twitched, hand flying to his mouth to choke back his laugh as Y/N’s eyes widened. Why was she getting scolded when the twins were the ones who had been misbehaving?

           “You alright?” Aran asked, hands pressed tightly on her shoulders as he looked over her for any injuries. “Thought I told you to stop messing around with the twins.”

           “They kidnapped me, Ojiro-senpai.”

           “Don’t pulled the senpai card. It doesn’t work on me,” said Aran, but his lips twitched into a reluctant smile despite his words. He offered her hand which she eagerly took.

           “This is L/N Y/N,” Aran said. “Somehow Dumb and Dumber convinced her to be our manager, so try not to act like you usually do.”

           “She’ll eat you for breakfast if you do. Like Kaonashi,” said Atsumu. Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling her skirt straight and attempting to fix her wrinkled blouse. Aran’s fingers brushed the top of her head, smoothing down locks of hair that had escaped her braid.

           “Don’t listen to them. They barely managed to learn how read, let alone play volleyball,” she said.  Aran laughed behind her, the sound low and rumbling like the purr of a cat. It warmed her to her bones and a hint of a flush entered her cheeks, reminding her once more why she had been avoiding being manager in the first place.

June 21, 2012: 15:21

           Kibasen was the stupidest thing they could get caught playing. Y/N knew she shouldn’t have listened when they first suggested it, but somehow, she ended up sitting on top of Suna’s shoulders while Osamu sat on top of Atsumu’s. The twins were still fighting over the fact that Osamu was on top, while Y/N attempted to tie the bandana around her head as tightly as possibly.

           “Don’t let me fall,” said Y/N to Suna. He tilted his head back slightly and sighed loudly.

           “Whatever,” he said.

           “Oi, Y/N prepare to lose.”

           “I thought horses couldn’t talk,” she said. Osamu howled in laughter, nearly toppling over had Atsumu not been holding him so tightly.

           Osamu came in hard, pulling and tugging at her hair to get the bandana off. He barely filched as her fingers dug into his forearms and attempted to shake him off. They’re wobbling all over the place, spurred on by the cheers of the first and second years.

           “Come on, give up,” whined Osamu.

           “Ugh, my scalp is literally gonna fall off, you bastard. Stop it,” she shouted back.

           Her finger got right under the bandana, ready to pull it off, when the gym door flew open. The look of complete bewilderment on Aran’s face was almost worth the scolding they would get from Kita.

           “Do I need to get a babysitter for all of you?” Aran asked. She laughed, clutching Suna’s hair for dear life when he jerked forward in an attempt to throw her off.

           “If I say it’s not what it looks like, would you believe me?” she asked. Aran shook his head and sighed in the same breath. She clambered off Suna, ducking beneath Kita’s cold stare.

           “Why do I always find you in some sort of trouble?” Aran muttered. He helped her down, shooing Suna in Kita’s direction. Y/N smiled up at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice how sweaty she was.

           “I’m trying to make your life interesting, senpai.”

           “Try a little less,” he said. The warm grin he gave her sent a jolt right through her spine, “And stop calling me senpai. It’s creepy coming from you.”

           “Yes, Aran-san,” she said. He groaned, dropping his head into the palm of his hands for a moment. She took slight pleasure in his annoyance, wondering how far she could push his buttons. Watching Aran yell at the twins was an experience in its own, but he was unknowingly funny when he was trying to prove his point. Once, she had claimed that the US hadn’t landed on the moon, just to watch him try and disprove her every argument.

           “Oi, do you have to be so….”

           “So what? Cute? Pretty? Adorable? Sma-“

           “Annoying.”

           “Ouch, that almost hurt.”

           “I doubt it.

           “Well, all that exercise made me hungry. Buy me food.”

           “Don’t you have parents? Ask them.”

           “Be a good senpai, Aran.”

           “No. Go away.”

           “Aran, I want food…. noodles and goyza. Or rice? BBQ? Chicken? I can’t choose,” she muttered under her breath.

           “Just ten minutes of peace, that’s all I want.”

June 21, 2012 18: 55

           “Ohhhh,” said Osamu. He leaned in close enough that she could smell a hint of mint on his breath and flicked her on the forehead. “Someone has a crush.”

           “Shut up,” she hissed, grabbing his sleeve as she looked around. Osamu laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. She wished suddenly that she could be like him or Atsumu. The twins never worried about right or wrong. They were creatures of pure passion, throwing themselves forward without a care of the consequences. But, Y/N was too proud to declare that she was envious of their attitudes. Her caution was often mocked, but it had helped her more times than not.

           “Just tell him,” Osamu shrugged. She closed her eyes, pressing away the storm of thoughts raging in her mind.

           She nursed the small flame of affection. Aran didn’t need to know. No one did. She pulled away from Osamu. A frown entering his brow, as if he were annoyed or confused at her lack of an answer. He let her drift off further ahead, hands twisting and untwisting before her. They were still young, years down the line they might resent each other for whatever relationship they had. She didn’t want that.  

           A tense silence settled in her body, the sort of silence that comes before a clap of thunder. If the choice lay between having Aran and losing him, she’d always—without a doubt in her mind—pick having him in her life. Aran and her might never be more than friends and she was okay with that. Besides, she’d never loved anyone in her life and doubted that she loved Aran. She was simply drawn to the brightness that surrounded him like a moth pressing closer to a lone lantern.

She paused, waiting for Osamu to catch up.

           “What?” he asked.

           “What do you mean what?”

           “You look crazy. It’s making me nervous.”

           “Shut up,” she muttered. They were approaching the end of the block and the familiar scent of food rose in the air, chicken, and the slight char of BBQ from the restaurants lined up and down the street. She and Osamu exchanged matching grins. Her parents would yell at her later for wasting money on food when they had some at home, but her and Osamu were too far gone to care about such things.

           August 26, 2012

          Summer vacation with the team meant taking a bonding trip out to Tokimeki. It also meant snapping at the various gawking idiots who muttered under their breath about foreigners. Snapping did nothing stop the stares coming from people who were used to seeing their own face reflected in everyone around them.

           If they felt or saw her annoyance growing, no one said anything about it, sharing the same tenseness that she did. Only Kita had a sense of calm about him as they switched trains. Y/N moved closer to Aran shoving herself between the twins. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before he reached over and took her bag from her, tossing it at one of the twins.

           “What did you pack? That was heavy,” he asked with a frown. Y/N looked up glad to have a distraction. It was odd seeing everyone not in uniforms. The Pokémon t-shirt he wore was slightly faded from constant wear. She wondered if it was his favorite or if someone had gifted it to him and he’d taken to wearing it often.

           “Clothes, snacks, and my manga collection.”

           “I’m stealing some of that.”

           “I don’t think my shirts will fit you, Aran.”

           “You’re the worse person I’ve ever met in my life.”

           “Wow, save that passion for the be-“Aran put his hand over her mouth, muffling the rest of her words as a small child gazed at them with curiosity. He laughed awkwardly as Kita turned towards them with a raised brow. Her tongue darted out from behind her lips and licked the palm of his hand. Aran didn’t even flinch and gave her a warning glance.

            “Promise not to say anything inappropriate.”

           She nodded and the moment he let go uttered the word bedroom as loudly as she could.

        August 29, 2012

          The beach was as horrible as she imagined. Suna refused to give up any space beneath the umbrella, stating that if he got a sunburn he couldn’t play. She was stuck sweating beneath the hot sun, wondering if the water was as cold as everyone said it was.

           “I miss spring,” she muttered, pulling her hair up. The back of her neck was slick with sweat and she felt her annoyance with the world grow with every passing second.

           “Let’s go get ice-cream,” Aran suggested. He threw her a look of pity, holding his hand out for her. Y/N took it eagerly, ignoring the snickers coming off the twins.

           “It’s not that hot,” Aran said with a laugh.

           “I know that, but something about the heat just shortens my temper,” answered Y/N. Aran shook his head and laughed.

           “Really? You with a short temper?” he asked. She winced, thinking of all those times she’d been caught by him fighting with the twins.

           “It’s not that short,” she muttered, instantly glaring at the sand that wavered from the heat.

           “At least I have backup for the twins now. I swear I saw Kita’s eye twitch last week,” he said with a laugh.

          They walked along the shore in comfortable silence, Aran’s height shielding her slightly from the sun. The cool summer breeze and icy water are enough to calm her down slightly. Her nerves came racing back, twisting dangerously in her gut. Even as they reached the ice-cream stand—how did Aran know her favorite—Y/N’s words repeatedly failed her. Part of her was afraid to break the peaceful quiet they had settled in. She liked that they didn’t need words between them. But another part ached to say something, anything to get rid of the constant anxiety that cropped up when she was alone with him. Did he know she had a crush on him? Sometimes she thought he did, and the fear of rejection circled through her like vultures over a carcass.

          “You know,” Aran said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, “When we first met, I honestly thought you were insane.”

          “What?”

          “You were just so loud; it was a bit scary.”

          “I’m loud because people are dumb. Especially adults.”

          “I know, but you looked crazy as a kid, screaming like a maniac at everyone…but, I’m glad you never grew out of it.”

          “I had a giant crush on you,” she admitted. Aran choked on his ice-cream, coughing roughly as her faced her head on. His eyebrows rose high as he searched for a response but failed to find one.

          “It was during that training camp. I came to show Atsumu how cool the bandage looked on my arm and he kept making fun of me for falling in the first place and then you told him to stop because he’d hit the net face first. That was the highlight of my year,” said Y/N.

          “Wh..what? Why? For how long?”

          “Should I tell you?” she teased and stopped walking, “I was probably insane back then.”

          “Yes! You can’t just tell someone something like that and not explain. It’s human decency,” said Aran, waving his ice-cream about. She watched as it fell from the cone towards the ground with a splat. Her laugh, high pitched and louder than most, sounded in the air. Aran sighed, grumbling about how he needed a new team and should have stayed home. Y/N felt lighter then she had in a while.

October 19, 2012

          With a flick of his wrist, he tapped the ball over the net between the blockers that had lined up in front of Aran and Suna. With a smirk, Atsumu landed back on his feet, winking at a fuming Uchida. If he hissed anymore, Atsumu would mistake her for a snake.

          “You didn’t think I’d let you scare me, did you, Uchida-chan?” he mocked. Aran clapped him on the back. One more and the match would be over.

          “You’re such a bastard,” Uchida muttered across the net. Aran smiled, a cutting grin that lacked any of his usual calm. Aran wanted to retort that being bastards was what made them win games but felt that it was a bit cruel for a team about to lose their chance to go to Nationals.

          “Keep that to yourself,” Aran said, pulling a fuming Atsumu away from the net. “Don’t bother with them. Just win.”

          “Hey, I’m not dumb. I know that.”

          “Just serve and watch out for my head,” said Aran. He glanced to the side once where Y/N was pacing as she watched the game. He was surprised to find that she was dealing with the stress well. During their very first match, she had promptly vomited all over Kita on the bus ride over to the gym. If anyone doubted Kita’s status as a saint, it was reaffirmed as he calmly cleaned up the mess and pulled out medicine that he bought in anticipation of someone puking.

          She sent him a thumbs up once she noticed his gaze. Her smile came out more like a grimace and the green tint to her face worried him slightly. He wondered how it was possible for someone to be so confident everywhere else and turn into a nervous wreck at the thought of losing a game.

          At the sound of the whistle, Atsumu tossed the ball in the air. Silence followed his steps. The lack of spin made it easy to hit and as he landed back, he watched as the ball swerved in the air, towards the back line. Sato got a hand on it, but the ball veered left towards the crowd. There was a scramble, Uchida and Midori jumping over one another to try and reach it. The ball hit the ground with a resounding thud, echoed by the loud trill of horns as Inarizaki’s band started back up.

          “YES!” Akagi shouted, turning around and jumping on top of him. Atsumu caught him, only to stumble as Osamu and Ginjima latched onto him.

          They were going to Nationals. His last one. Something hot and heavy burned its way through his body. They would win, Aran thought. He didn’t care how. He didn’t who they went against. Inarizaki would emerge as the champions. Like the throbbing beat of a drum, it echoed through their minds as they turned to each other. One by one, little by little, they would topple the other teams.

December 24, 2012

          Aran wasn’t sure how he’d gotten dragged out of the house on Christmas Eve, but Y/N has somehow ushered him into his jacket and tossed a greeting to his mother in the same breath before he’d gotten kidnapped. Snow fell in small light flurries around them. The smell of chestnuts and roasted yams filled the air. He tried not to think about all the couples around them, celebrating the holiday together. His Christmas’s at home might be more American thanks to his mother, but he’d grown up here where Christmas Eve was Valentine’s day 2.0.

           Y/N didn’t seem to notice or care. She rarely did, even if it sometimes embarrassed him how oblivious she was to the fact that people thought they were a couple when they hung out. He’d tried to get her out of his mind, but it seemed impossible when she was there all the time.

           “Look the Christmas Tree,” she said, racing forward to look at the extravagant light display in the middle of the square. He bit back a smile at the accent marring the word Christmas. Growing up in a half-American, half-Japanese household had given him an advantage over his class when it came to English. He was always quick to point it out when his teammates or Y/N attempted to show off their skills in the language.

           “Slow down,” he called out. She looked back, realizing that he hadn’t followed her and waited patiently.

           “You’re the athlete, move it.”

           “The tree isn’t going anywhere. It’s nice out, let’s just enjoy it.”

           “Ahh, but then we will be late for dinner.”

           “Dinner? Y/N, what the hell? Why didn’t you tell me before we left?”

           “I was afraid you would say no,” she said, softly. She gazed away from him, leaving him surprised by the low slope of her shoulders and the slight flush on her face. He sighed, tugging her hand out of her pocket and laced their fingers together. Her hand was smaller and smoother than his, but the feeling of her warm palm against his felt right. He swallowed hard and looked away from her bright eyes.

           He wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t ever tell her no, but the words were stuck in his throat. He settled for holding onto her hand for as long as she’d let him. Eventually, the weight of her hand in his fades away and hours later, when they’ve walked in circles, snacking on food from each of the market stalls, carrying small gifts between them, does he realize that they’d never even made it to the restaurant.

January 6th, 2012

          “You’re crying,” Kita said. He was gazing at her as if he’d never really seen her before. Y/N shook it off, wiping her tears off with the back of her palm. She felt like a fool, crying like a child over the loss of a game. For Atsumu and Osamu there was always next year, but for the third years, this had been their last chance. Seeing how hard they fought, to the very end of the match, left a dull ache in her heart. It wasn’t fair, she thought. To have gone so far at Inter-High and be out in their first match at Nationals. In that moment, she hated their stupid logo. Why shouldn’t they have memories? Kita and the rest wouldn’t disappear after this year, they deserved to be remembered.

          “Sorry,” she muttered. Kita reached into his jacket pocket and silently handed her a handkerchief. She had the unexplainable urge to hug him.

          “There isn’t any reason to apologize, L/N-san. I understand how you are feeling. If I could ask for more time together as a team, I would,” he smiled, softly. Y/N’s breath stuttered, stunned because she doubted, she'd ever seen him smile, “But we played a good match, don’t you think so?”

          “The best,” she swore.

          “Then save your tears for something more important. We have no regrets, so you shouldn’t be upset.” Kita stared at her for a moment longer, before nodding his head towards Aran. “You should tell him, L/N-chan. I think right now, he would be happy to hear it.”

           It’s the push that Y/N needed. A bought of bravery or stupidity or both fill her. Y/N had hidden behind her own fears for so long, she had begun to think it was normal. But she’d never been the type to hold back.

           “Ojiro Aran,” Y/N said, forcefully. Aran looked away from Suna, grimacing as he caught sight of her swollen eyes.

           “Hey, they’ll win next time,” he said. Y/N shook her head, scoffing at his foolishness in the moment.

           “I like you. I’ve like you ever since we first met and it’s okay if you don’t like me. I just wanted you to know and well, I’m sorry that you lost, but you’ll be a good playe-“

           She was cut off by his hand on her mouth.

           “I’m supposed to say it frist,” he said. He pulled his hand away only to cup her cheek gently. She leaned into the touch, afraid that if she moved, it would all turn into a dream. He moved closer, closing the gap between them. She kissed his jaw, dragging her lips to meet his. His lips, hot and sweet, taste of the honeyed lemons he had earlier. Aran swelled beneath her touch, like the first bloom of spring. He pulled her flush against him, the movement full of longing. She could smell nothing but him, the sharp sent of fire, the warmth of the earth.

           Y/N does not know how long they are there. She drank him in, each sweetened breath, each movement of his lips. She thought, that this is the closest to happy she has been.

           The moment was broken by Atsumu whistling sharply as he clapped the two of them on the back. Aran immediately pulled away, retorting sharply that he shouldn’t make a scene after he’d lost the game.

           Y/N sighed, resigning herself to her fate. Despite all her complaints, she wouldn’t trade this team for the world. A glance at Kita told her that he wouldn’t either.

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Wrath and Rage

Wrath x reader

Word Count: 1762

Summary: Wrath already had a queen when he was summoned to Emilia’s side. Needless to say she wasn’t happy about his absence. 

Note: He’s hot, and I had a plot bunny. don’t worry about it

You didn’t bother to hide the laugh that bubbled up from your throat at what your husband just told you. “So you got spooked and dropped your knife, is that it?”

Those golden eyes of his seemed to glow with irritation as he looked over at you. “Well, I don’t exactly want humans to know I’m around, now do I?”

This time you scoffed. “If some little witch managed to figure out that she’d just laid eyes on Prince Wrath himself based on that teensy little interaction, I’d want to meet her and shake her hand.”

“But the knife--”

“Is no indication of who you are on its own, and you damn well know it.” You slid your hands down the front of his shirt, fingers deftly opening it button by button. “Relax, my darling. You’ve been running around like a chicken with your head cut off about this whole Pride thing for so long. I’ve hardly seen you in weeks.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s a lie, and you know it.”

You did. The trips never took very long at all, after all, but you still missed him. Before this it’d been centuries since he’d been away from you in the human world for any real length of time. “Be that as it may . . .” You slid the shirt off of him and allowed your fingers to trail down the golden snake on his left arm, a mark that had an exact twin on your own skin. “All you have to do,” you kissed that shoulder, “in order to keep Pride’s whole search,” this kiss was to his neck, “a secret,” jaw, “is get it back before the little witch does anything stupid.” That last bit was whispered next to his ear.

Then his lips were suddenly on yours, as demanding as ever as he shoved you against the wall. He tugged at the laces to your pants while his lips moved to your neck.

“See what you miss when you’re--” your teasing voice cut off when the heat of his body suddenly disappeared, “gone.” You opened your eyes. Sure enough, Wrath was nowhere to be found. Anger flared through you, its presence making the shadows writhe around you.

The only reason he would leave like that would be a summoning, something out of his control. And the only person dumb enough to summon a prince of Hell would be that. Fucking. Witch. Rage, the emotion your power stemmed from, swelled throughout your body.

She will pay for this.

~

Little did you know that in the human realm, your husband was thinking something similar. 

The combination of Emilia’s staring and the searing mark that’d appeared on his normally-clear arm set his teeth on edge. It shouldn’t be possible, a second betrothal spell in addition to the already fulfilled one he had with you--willingly, he might add--; yet there it was. Moon-shaped and clashing with his color scheme.

Still, he didn’t let on to what it truly meant. Odds were good that it wouldn’t amount to anything anyway, especially if he had a say. And if it did . . . Heaven help the woman that had to face the ire of the Queen of House Wrath.

~

In your time spent forcefully separated from each other, you and Wrath found yourselves weaving a complicated web to end this stupid endeavor in your favor, not the way Emilia wanted. And as soon as she agreed to marry Pride, your victory was sealed. Hours before that, when he’d died in the human realm, Wrath explained fully what had been going on since the messengers that’d been frantically flitting between you two could only convey so much, and you’d spent the time planning the final pieces of this battle of wits.

And enjoying each other’s company, but that was neither here nor there.

When it came time for Wrath to retrieve her, you lounged on the bed as he dressed, crown and all. “You can’t kill her when we return,” Wrath was saying while you watched him.

Your eyes moved to stare hatefully where their mark of betrothal used to reside. “I am aware,” you bit out.

“Are you?” There was an evil little smirk on his face when he turned to look at you. “Because your shadow seems to have other ideas.”

Sure enough, when you glanced down you saw that your shadow seemed to be holding a knife. Always the cause of your bad poker face, that thing. With a flare of gold in your eyes, you brought the shadow back under control, and it resumed being a silhouetted version of you, nothing more. The frown that’d been on your face since this mess started though, that stayed stubbornly in place.

Wrath took that as his cue to sweep closer elegantly, fingers trailing lightly down the golden body of the snake on your arm. “I swore to you the day we married that no one would ever come between us, did I not?”

“You did.” And Hell if your voice didn’t sound sullen despite yourself. You wanted to be unbothered by this. Truly, you did. But it was just so . . . unsettling to hear that someone had (however ignorantly) tried to steal him from you.

His free hand drifted over to grab the crown that still rested on the duvet. Your crown. The match to his own with spikes sharp enough to kill a man if you so chose. “Have I ever given reason for you to doubt that vow?”

“You haven’t.” That was true. A demon like Lust might have warranted such a fear, but Wrath was another kind of beast, an honest one. At least when it mattered. Mattered to you, that is. A warmth settled in your chest as your fingers moved to lightly hold his.

“Then why are you doubting me now?” his lips were pressed to your temple and he placed the crown on your head as he murmured the question.

Moments like this you remembered why you married him with perfect clarity. For the first time since he was stolen weeks ago a heat other than rage burned through you like a flashfire. “It’s not that I doubt you,” you said, turning so you could see his fierce, golden eyes. “It’s that I hate her.”

“Soon enough she will be Pride’s problem,” he soothed, “not ours.”

“Good,” you snarled before sealing your lips against his.

~

If Wrath’s lips were swollen suspiciously when he stepped out of the shadows to bring her to Pride, Emilia couldn’t work up the courage to comment on it. She was already in this mess with these demons so much deeper than she ever expected; she didn’t think her heart could take the stress of picking that particular fight on top of everything else. Besides, they weren’t bonded anymore; it wasn’t any of her business who he did or didn’t kiss.

Still, for some reason her heart stung at the thought of him with someone else after all they’d been through together.

But then they were bantering like it was all normal.

And then she was trying to scream in agony as it felt like someone lit her soul ablaze.

And then they were standing in a throne room steeped in black and gold and red.

This wasn’t House Pride, she realized abruptly. These were Wrath’s colors through and through.

“You’ll have to forgive the brief stop here,” a woman’s voice called Emilia’s attention to the front of the room. She was beautiful. Leather pants, a billowing shirt, boots that looked artfully worn-in, all steeped in nothing but black. The only spot of color in her wardrobe was the golden crown atop her head. A flash of gold on the back of her hand drew Emilia’s attention. “A prince of Hell like my husband can only travel directly from the human realm to his home. An envoy from Pride awaits outside to escort you to your Betrothed.”

Emilia’s ears started and were still ringing at the word ‘husband’ by the time she finished talking. The gold she’d noticed on her hand. It was an exact copy of the snake she’d seen on Wrath’s body the night she summoned him. Confusion lanced through her. “What--”

You laughed, cutting her off. This was rich. “You never stopped to wonder what the mark on his other arm was?” You rose from your seat, shadows coiling around your feet menacingly. “You’re dumber than I thought.”

Emilia could only stare at the approaching figure, alarmed by the casual display of power as well as the pitch black veil surrounding her that was every bit as threatening as the black and gold one around Wrath. She had to fight to retain any form of dignity and stay carefully neutral-faced when Wrath’s hand settled on the woman’s lower back in a display so casual it couldn’t have been faked.

“How terrible to meet you,” you scoffed. “You can call me Rage.”

A fitting emotion for such a terrifying queen, Emilia supposed.

“I think it goes without saying that if I ever see you lurking around my husband again, not even your betrothal to my brother-in-law will save you.”

Said husband had a look of evil smugness on his handsome face that made Emilia recoil a little. Then a thought occurred to her. “If you already have a queen, then why--”

“Was everyone pushing me to make it official with you?” Wrath cut her off, one eyebrow arching. “That answer is quite simple if you think about it.”

“Which is exactly why she hasn’t figured it out,” you smirked. “They don’t like me because I’m not intimidated by them just existing as princes of Hell.” You turned to face Wrath, loving the automatic way his eyes trailed over your form heatedly. He’d been worked up since the two of you dressed; there hadn’t been time to burn off some of the aggression that danced within both of you. “ Now,” you addressed her even as your hand moved to cup his face, thumb skimming along his cheekbone appreciatively, “you’ve robbed me of Wrath here for quite long enough on top of forcing me to singlehandedly deal with the idiocy of lower demons. You’re lucky I don’t kill you for the former, and I hate you even more for the latter, so kindly get the hell out of House Wrath.”

You didn’t spare the girl a glance as a guard moved to escort her out. No, you only had eyes for your husband . . . at least until your eyes closed when you dragged him down for a bruising kiss.

[thewritingstar]

More Than You Think

Pairing: Butchercup/ Greens (Buttercup x Butch)

Fandom: PPG

This was a commission/gift for the amazing @over-under-through1 who trusted me enough to write her some greens. 

The dynamic is much softer for greens than i usually write because we love soft butch. This is just a journey of Butch realizing that he is in fact dumb and fancies a light green puff :) 

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Butch: Age 12

Of course Boomer would trip the alarm, he always did. Butch grumbled as he herd the familiar buzz of the bank alarm going off. They weren’t supposed to get caught, well he was the only one here anyways. Boomer was in the back room messing around with the safe and oops, now that loud ass sound is piercing through his head. Brick’s gonna be pissed.

They hadn’t robbed a store in months, kept more on the down low as they got older but even pesky twelve year olds need money and food and hey, Butch liked to have a good time. He would have preferred blowing some shit up instead but Brick’s bitching wasn’t something he wanted to challenge this late at night.

“Make that thing shut up!” Butch growled towards the back where Boomer had shouted “I’m trying damnit!”

But it didn’t matter, it never did. You could have all the fun in the world but it would be ruined no matter how good you were at your job. Eventually all the fun would come to an end.

He could hear it. Like noticing a fly when having dinner. The slight buzz of its wings, that's what it was like. The siren cut off and soon he could hear it crystal clear. He had it memorized by now. Their flying patterns and how each of them landed was its own noise. He bit back a snarl, barely tasting blood as they touched down on the ground. Fuck.

He turned on his foot with a slouch in his hip and a roll of the eyes as they stood before him.

“Buzz kills” He mumbled and locked eyes with the three super heroines.

They stood tall and proud as always. The princesses of the kingdom were here to rescue it once again, it was just a measly break in. Did they have to deal with every single small inconvenience. Guess the cops were no help but he’d rather get in a punch with someone who could handle it then in a pair of handcuffs.

He stared them down. First was the leader. Blossom or he liked to call Pinky because, well he didn’t need to explain himself. Next was Goldilocks whose voice was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Cute but annoying, no wonder Boomer was her counterpart.

And then there was her. She had a deep scowl and hooded eyes as if she had just woken up. Which would make sense as the moon was high in the sky and the only lights were the ones in the broken building. Buttercup was the only one who ever caught his eye.

“Alright just drop whatever you have and make this a clean deal.” Pinky spoke. It was startling how similar she was to his older brother, by like thirty seconds, she had that same cold stare but the baby doll pink eyes really didn’t add much fear.

“Not holding anything dumb ass.” He spat at her and held his palms open. He watched her visually straighten her shoulders from the insult and Goldilocks scoffed and yet the girl who rivaled him just had an icy glare.

Unlike her sisters, she was the only one he could tolerate, if anything. She had a killer kick and plummeting punch but she matched him in wit and snarky comments. Deep down he enjoyed whenever they got to have a full on thrashing but right now, he wasn’t in the mood and clearly, she wasn’t either.

“Got the alarm to-shit!” Boomers eyes widened as he stumbled out of the back and he wished he could have just punched him in the face for being so careless.

He watched as Pinky glanced around. The only broken item was the lock on the door and nothing had been stolen either. It should have been but blue eyes had to fuck it up. His knuckles cracked within his fists, the loud noise echoing through the untouched bank.

“Look.” Blossom started. “You broke in, disbanded the alarm and there's no way you can steal anything now, so I suggest just taking whatever dignity you have left and just walk away. Maybe next time you can do something worth our time.” She finished.

“Worth your time.” He heard Boomer mutter under his breath. A low blow for sure.

She might have been ‘everything nice’ but over time her words had taken to the spice side.

If Brick were here he probably would have gotten into her face and a brawl would have started. But he wasn’t and that pissed him off. He didn’t even care about the money any more. He had a headache and wanted to sleep and if Brick really wanted this shit, he could come down and bust it out himself.

He turned on his heel to Boomer who just raised his brow. He nodded towards the door and they both decided that a full on fight wasn’t what they wanted to do. After all it's been a couple of years since they had one and getting his ass kicked by a girl when they were outnumbered really wasn’t on his to do list. They would easily take dumber than the dumbest down in a flash and his ass would be a full buffet. 1 against 3 wasn’t on the agenda.

Butch scoffed and began to walked towards the door but stopped in front of the girls. Blossom narrowed her eyes and he saw the flash of pink within her palms.

“Relax doll, we are leaving. Boomer, get going.” He scoffed at his little brother, by twenty seconds, for making goo goo eyes at Goldilocks. He didn’t miss the small smile she was trying to hide and just rolled his eyes at them. Pathetic.

Butch passed Blossom and stopped at his own counter part. The neon green eyes seemed to glow slightly under the dim light and they wore matching expressions that held unamusement. She only blinked and raised her eyebrows.

“We don’t have all night Butch.” She spoke and he rolled his shoulders back before pushing past her. “Get your sorry ass out of here before I beat it.”

He flashed her a smirk before gripping the collar of his brother’s shirt and pushing him forward to leave. “Kinky.” He winked at her before they took to the skies and he let out a laugh as he could hear her frazzled complaint from below. 

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Butch: Age 13

There was something comical about him entering the school gates for the first time in his life. After Mojo Jojo was thrown in the slammer, again and again, the boys' custody shifted towards Ms. Bellum who decided to take on the challenge of three thirteen year old boys who had the mindset of destruction.

“This is all yours.” Ms. Bellum gestured to the nice apartments. Each of the boys got their own room, a kitchen, a living room and loft space. There was even a room that was dedicated for use of their powers. She had said something about the powerpuff brats having something similar so if they ever got the urge to blast lasers, it would be down there.

It wasn’t too bad after all. Butch finally had his own room and didn’t have to worry about Bricks loud ass snoring or Boomer waking up at the crack of dawn for some unholy reason. His temper had died down slightly and the urge to steal really wasn’t there. Mostly because food was provided and the new mom actually cared about him.

She was sweet and sassy and even when his fist sparked an electric green, she simply placed her hand over it and told him to stop. The boys then worshiped her. What kind of non-super does that? One worth respecting of course.

He also found it funny that dear old dad Him was upset but after a talk about child support and schooling, the boys were left to the brain of the city. So much for wanting custody.

“You should make some friends Butch.” Bellum said to him as she fixed his hair and finished zipping up their bags.

Boomer had already attached his hip to the Goldilocks and Brick had found Princess annoying ass tolerable, how? He would never know.

He grumbled before taking his bag. “Sure.” Maybe the lady was right, after all it would be lame to only hang out with his bros.

The limo was kinda cool, he wouldn’t lie. Being dropped off in front of everyone with a car worth more than these kids parents salaries always puts a skip in his step. Plus she wanted to make sure that they actually made it to school. When his feet touched on school property, she was gone.

His brothers ditched him in a flash. Boomer was now deep inside the school probably trying to talk his way into the blondes heart and Brick was most likely rolling his eyes at Princess while not so secretly looking for his redhead counterpart. As for him. He didn’t do too well socially.

He was much more of a homebody and tended to keep to himself. A social outcast like him didn’t need to be disappointed when fake ass people turned their back on him. Maybe people who did bad things were more his type but when you went to school with the Puffs, he imagined no one really did anything bad.

Mama did tell him to make friends. The only person who came to mind made him scowl but he did need a good laugh, and someone who could take the heat. He had about twenty minutes until the annoying bell rang so he followed the path of the school grounds towards the back.

From a distance he saw her sitting alone at a table outside. There were books and papers laid out and he never pegged her for the studious type. Why was he nervous? It wasn’t like it was a secret that they had joined the school but he hadn’t had a run in with any of the girls, unlike his brothers.

His fist held a death grip on his backpack strap as he walked towards her. His mind yelled at him to turn around and go the other direction, maybe befriend the group of boys who always ditched class to smoke behind the school. Those were his people in the long run and mama would probably be proud. The rule breakers, the ones without a care in the world so why in the hell was he going towards a girl who probably hated his guts and wanted his ass in jail.

He stood in front of her table and when she didn’t notice he finally spoke up.

“Sup.” He said casually and she lifted her head.

Her face was slightly scrunched as she looked around and then focused back on him. “Uhh...Hi?” She narrowed her eyes at him. Typical. But not in the “why am i awake at 1 am to deal with your ass”. More like “why are you talking to me?” Kinda way.

He didn’t wait for her to protest him being there so he threw his shit on the table and sat down. “This place is pretty lame.”

She gave him a blank expression before returning to her stuff. “Yeah I guess.”

He eyed the books on the table. Chemistry. “What are you? A nerd now?” He picked it up and flipped through the page. There were tons of sticky notes coming from all directions and more highlighter than what seemed as necessary.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes before flipping to a fresh page in her notebook. “It's called homework and chemistry is pretty cool.”

“Doubt it.”

“Well you do need an IQ over 5 to understand it, so you probably wouldn’t enjoy it.” She smirked as she stuck the end of the pencil to the corner of her mouth.

He didn’t know why he laughed as well. Usually a taunt like that ended with a fist in the face and a smash to a wall, but for once, he just laughed and threaded his fingers through his hair.

“Whatever.” And she laughed too.

There was something almost supernatural about seeing her in such a mundane place. He only knew her in the skies, fist clenched and dirt smeared on her face. Hair going crazy as her green streak followed her and the hard hit of her power. Eyes glowing with an insane amount of rage but here it was different.

There was no yelling or screaming. Maybe a glare here and there but she was...normal? She wasn’t all powerful and mighty to the eye. Instead it was a calm and cool energy. Someone who was busy with school work not monster fights and demons.

“So what do you do for fun in this dumb?” He took a book and flipped through its pages. Too many words, eh.

Her eyes were back on her book as she jotted down something. “Eh not much. Sports and just hang out with people who aren’t lame”

“Like your sisters?” He teased and she snorted.

“Yup” She popped the ‘p’. “Mostly friends my teams or Mitch the boys.”

Mitch and the boys. For some reason he couldn’t understand, hearing that his best friends were boys and put him in an odd place.

“They must be cool.”

“Oh we are.” He heard a voice come from behind and soon the table had two extra members. “Names Mike.” The first dude outstretched his hand towards him with a smile.

“Careful you don’t know where those hands have been.” Buttercup said and Butch shot her a glare before accepting the handshake, the first one he ever did.

He glazed at the other dude. “You must be Mitch.” And he nodded.

“The one and only.” He responded before looking at all the books. “Geez B how much have you been slacking off?”

She grumbled something and shot him a deadly glare. “Geez Mitch how many times do you save the city a week?”

His hands went up in surrender and Mike laughed before tossing her an energy drink. Here I snatched this from my dad.” His eyes went to Butch. “So you obviously know our little lamb chop here, how?”

“Lamb chop?” Butch laughed.

“Ignore him. This is the dude I blew up.” She closed her book.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Yo you’re death kiss boy!”

They all turned towards Mike and Buttercup kicked his shin. He made a noise and Mitch rolled his eyes before taking the initiative to change the subject.

“Your brothers were taken in by Bellum right?” Mitch asked.

Butch leaned over and took the rest of Buttercups drink without a protest from her. “Yep. Pretty sweet deal. She's not too bad.”

“Bellum is a goddess and you better treat her with respect.” Buttercup spat before shoving the rest of her stuff in her bag. “I have to get to class early, see ya.” She glance at Butch. “Try not to do anything stupid and don’t rob them, they are both broke.”

“Hey!” Mike and Mitch yelled in unison.

Butch gave a small laugh before giving her a small wave. “See ya Lamb Chop.”

Her expression turned sour before she scoffed and turned around towards the main building.

“So you two are now buddies?” Mitch asked. “Thought you hated each other.”

Butch’s eyes were still locked on her even when she disappeared into the hallway. There was this stranger feeling within him, one he didn’t know the word too but hatred wasn’t in his system with her anymore, at least that he knew of.

“She’s not bad.” He finished off the soda while the two boys just nodded. --

Butch: Age 14

Buttercup never expected to be sitting in the room that belonged to the person who tried to kill her many times. It was weird but also felt completely natural as they sat on his bed and played video games. She was beating him of course and he said it was because she had video games growing up.

His demeanor had changed over the months as they got closer. Mitch and Mike as well as a few others welcomed him into their little squad. They would go see movies and even though he was born for evil, he rarely did anything bad. Besides the teasing and pranks, he was like a normal kid.

Just with laser beams and dark glowing eyes.

The round ended and she laughed in victory. “Take that snail guts.” She beamed with pride and he only pouted and started another round.

“Whatever Lamb Chop.”

“Told you to stop calling me that.”

He finally got a hit in on her character. They were playing a fighting game and just like real life, he was losing.

“Can I ask you a question?” She said as her character kicked him in the face.

“Shoot.”

“What was Mojo like?”

“You’ve met the monkey.”

“I met in terms of a father.”

The clicking of the buttons filled the room and she suddenly felt bad. “Sorry that's really personal-”

He paused the game. “No it's fine, I just didn’t think you would care.”

“I do.”

“Well for starters, he's super annoying with those damn monologues.”

Buttercup snorted. “For sure.”

“It just sucked to be honest. To know that he only wanted us for control and to defeat you, not because he wanted kids.”

“That must be rough.” She stated. “I never thought about it like that but I would be pissed if it was just for personal gain.”

“Your dad created you for personal gain.”

Buttercup brought the soda to her lips again. “I guess so.”

“But then again.” Butch took his own drink. “It wasn’t about power. It was about having daughters.”

“Yeah.”

“Too bad he got stuck with you.”

She punched his arm lightly. “Shut up!”

Butch only let his back fall to the bed as he swept his hand through his black locks. “Sometimes I wonder if anything good ever came out of this for Mojo.”

“I think you being here was the good thing, whether or not he deeply cares doesn’t matter anymore. There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.”

“Yeah I guess so.” He thought about his brothers and Bellum.

“Well I’m happy Mojo created you and then you know, Him did.”

He gave her a scoff. “Yeah after you fucking killed me.”

“To be fair. I didn’t know what would happen. But on the bright side, your hair is better.” She shrugged before reaching her hand out and pushing her fingers through it.

A weird and unfamiliar electric buzz ran through his system from the contact. Her hand came back to her side as the notion of what she just did registered in her mind. She looked at the clock on the wall before hopping off the bed and grabbing her back pack.

“I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said and he nodded. She began to walk out and spotted his hoodie lying on the desk. It was black with the sleeves having a dark green color. She picked up the fabric and turned towards him. “I’m stealing this.”

“Wait!” He called her and she turned around.

“What?”

“Why do we call you Lamb Chop?” He asked.

She stood there debating whether or not to tell him. He did tell her something personal so she looked at him with a blank expression. “I once choked on a lamb chop.” And then she opened the door and left.

He sat on the bed looking at the closed door. He furrowed his brows before looking at the screen that was glowing slightly.

There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.

“Maybe.” He whispered to himself. --

Butch: Age 15

He decided high school was a personal hell hole. Even with his powers and snarky attitude and gross sense of humor, people really liked to push his buttons.

“Dude what crawled up your butt and died?” Mike asked as he sat at the lunch table.

Mitch joined them and looked at Butch who had a scowl on. “Probably because Jason asked out Buttercup.” He smirked.

Mike took a bite of his apple. “Oh shit really? Does he even play sports?”

“Track and debate. I don’t think he has the highest scores.” Mitch replied. “Butch seriously you look dead.”

“Couldn’t sleep last night.” He mumbled before slamming his head down.

They heard the footsteps approaching the table and soon Butch felt the shift in weight on the shitty lunch table bench.

“Sup losers.” Buttercup said as she took her seat. She was wearing the hoodie she had stolen  last year and they had forgotten that it even belonged to the green ruff.

“Who's your new boy toy.” Mike asked and she shot him a glare.

“Don’t call him that.” She looked at Butch whose face was flat against the table. Her hand came down on his neck and he shot up. “The hells wrong with you?”

“Didn’t sleep.” He rubbed the back of his head. “No need to hit a guy you bitch.”

She only rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Aww don’t worry Lamb Chop, he’s just mad that you aren’t gonna pay attention to him.” Mitch smirked.

She leaned over and pinched his cheek. “Aww does someone want my attention.” She said mockingly in a baby voice.

Butch pushed her offer before stabbing her side with his finger. “You wish you had me toots.” He said darkly before pushing her towards the edge of the bench. She caught herself before falling.

Buttercup flicked his forehead before standing up. “I got to go but I’ll see you assholes later.” She grabbed her bag. “Also one of you smells like pine and I don’t hate it.” She said before ruffling Butch’s hair and leaving.

Butch’s mood went fell back to the scowl and he also got up. “I'm gonna go see Boomer, said he needed help with something.” He scooped up his bag before flinging it onto his shoulder. “Later.”

Mitch and Mike waved to him before Mike took the last bite of his apple. “Hey Mitch?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you smell like pine?”

“Nope.” he popped the ‘p’.

“Thought so.” --

Butch: Age 16

He was sitting on the edge of the skate rink. His feet swayed slightly until the heel of his shoes hit the pavement and bounced forward again. He thought about lighting a cigarette and clearing his mind. The pack was in his hands, his thumb toying with the flap. The rolled paper sat on his lips as he debated whether or not to light it.

“Where the fuck is she?” He grumbled to no one. It was dead quiet with no one in sight. “Probably out with the dumb ass”

The end of his cigarette sparked to life with a green flash. He tilted his head up to see Buttercup.

“Bout damn time.” He blew the smoke out. “What took you so long? Jason couldn’t keep his clammy hands away?” He snickered.

She would usually laugh at the tease but instead she was silent as she dropped her board and sat next to him.

The lighthearted mood they normally shared was off and he gave her a weird glance. “Damn Lamb Chop, you’ve been crying or some shit?” He asked as he took another drag.

“Um” Her voice sounded dry. “We-I, broke up with him.” She said slowly.

He bit his lip and nodded. At first he had nothing to say. He wasn’t good with comforting other people's feelings, especially not the green puff. They may have had their fair share of tender moments that were movie bond but this was the first time a break up was ever in place.

“Oh.” He didn’t really know what to say so he just shrugged. “I’m sorry. Was there a reason?”

She pulled her knees to her chest. Her eyes were red at the corners and she looked as if she had been crying but he didn’t say anything.

Her fingers toyed with a pebble on the ground. “He said that he didn’t like us hanging out and how close we were.”

“Thats stupid.”

“Y-yeah. It is.” She said as the breeze came and made her shiver.

He noticed this and shrugged off his jacket before placing it over her without a second thought. He had missed the way her cheeks turned pink and their way her shoulders relaxed.

“He also said that he didn’t like the way I dressed or wanted me to be more like Blossom.” She spat. He gave a low whistle. “Thats fucked up bro. I may be dumb sometimes but the last thing you wanna do is compare a girl to her sister.” He snuffed his cigarette out next to him.

Her laugh was dry as she wiped away her tears. He hated seeing her cry. She didn’t deserve to have a guy do that to her, not when it was ultimately about him. The thought of Jason yelling at her because he was jealous of Butch made his blood boil. He wanted to go and find him and maybe knock a few teeth in. Mama Bellum might let it slide since it's an act of friendship, right? Especially since that shit he had said.

“I can’t believe I went out with such a sleaze bag. When I broke up with him, he just asked if Blossom was available.”

“What did you say?”

She was silent before looking at him. “I slapped him.”

Butch leaned back and let out a loud laugh. “Lamb Chop rocking his shit? I wish I was there to see.” He laughed some more.

She toyed with the ends of the sleeves. “I felt bad but I wasn’t about to let some slug talk about my sister like that.”

“Hey don’t go calling a guy a slug.” He gestured to himself. “That's an insult to some of us.”

She nudged his shoulder and rolled her eyes. “You were made from a snail dumb ass.” She smiled. “And a dogs ass.”

“Fuck off.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Where's all the sugar and nice shit in you?”

“No where. Not now at least.” She fell silent.

Jason didn’t deserve someone as cool and bad ass. What kind of guy would even think about ruining a person's emotions over something that petty when that said person can break their bones with a snap.

She was looking straight ahead trying to muffle her tears and quivering of the lips. His gaze went to her and his eyes traced the profile of her face. The way the tears slipped out under those dark lashes and the smallest red to her face. He didn’t even know there was a freckle beneath her right eye.

Butch continued to secretly stare at her. His mouth slightly parted as he felt his heartbeat pick up. The look of her in his hoodie made his head spin and he really enjoyed the sight.

“On the bright side, you don’t have to be stuck at prom with his lame ass.” He tried to lighten the mood.

Her eyes met his. An array of light greens and a tang of yellow swirled his iris and he couldn’t understand why he never bothered to look closer before.

“I probably would have left him before that anyways.” She whispered. Another breeze came and their shoulders touched as she leaned slightly to his warmth.

“Really?” He asked and her eyes fell to his lips then came back to his eyes.

“Yeah. I think so.” She said as she leaned closer but he gave her a small nod before looking back out towards the rink. “Should have left him sooner anyways.”

He hadn’t seen her blow up her bangs or what she whispered to herself.

“Well I wouldn’t give an ass hat like that the time of day. Fuck him. You’re Buttercup Motherfucking Utonium and you don’t need any lame guy to be by your side.”

“Yeah.” She huffed. “Fuck him.”

“Plus.” He jumped up and grabbed his board. “I'm the only guy you need to worry about.” He winked and she looked up at him with glossy eyes. “Now forget about him and let’s skate so I can see you fall on your ass.” He pushed his board down and took off smoothly before dipping into the rink.

She finished her tears and hugged the jacket before grabbing her own board and joining him.

--

Butch: Age 17

Butch sat there staring at his drink. The ice cubes melting at such a slow pace he wondered if time was even real. The song changed for the third time and yet he was sitting on the sidelines feeling sorry for himself for a reason that he couldn’t comprehend.

His head was a mess, his palms were sweaty and he was pretty sure that his facial expression was dull and unreadable. He had decided in that moment that prom was stupid. He saw Boomer out on the dance floor twirling Bubbles and was glad that someone was having fun at least. From a distance he could make out the hair of his brother and probably Blossom, they probably fought before deciding to dance. Stupid teenage hormones.

“Hey man.” Mitch joined him at the table, drink in hand and more hairspray than the cast of a Broadway musical.

Butch gave him a half smile. “Hey Mitch. How's it going.” He was trying to be as polite as possible but all he wanted to do now was leave this shit show of a dance.

“Fine.” He popped the tab on his soda. “How's it for you?”

The fake laugh was a give away as Butch took a sip of his drink. “Peachy.” He really wanted to leave.

Mitch stood there watching him with raised brows and his mouth tightened into a straight line. His eyes raked over the dance floor and then to the other tables. He turned back to Butch and smirked.

“What?” Butch snapped a little too hard and Mitch shrugged.

“Why don’t you just ask her to dance?” Mitch looked towards the dance floor.

“Who?” He was met with a sigh and a look that said “you're an idiot.”

“Buttercup you dumb fuck.” He rolled his eyes. “And here I thought Boomer was the dumb one.”

He looked away over the vast crowd of people. All dressed up for a dance they would forget in the next ten years or even tomorrow. “Why would I-”

His eyes landed on her and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

She sat at her own table. A light conversation going with some random girl, probably a team mate. Her fingers traced the rim of her soda, a small ring sparkling under the light. She had gone with her sisters to this damn thing and it was the first time tonight where he actually saw her.

A dark green dress that seemed a little uncomfortable to her as she picked at the skirt pooling around her heels. He had laughed at the thought of her in a dress. She had told him how stupid she was going to look and he had agreed with a lighthearted sigh.

But he was wrong.

So incredibly wrong.

“Oh for fucks sake.” He whispered under his breath and his eyes met Mitch’s. A blank stare with a sly smile as he took another sip.

“You just realized?” Mitch laughed and patted his back as he stood up to go find his own date. “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since Jason had asked her out last year. Took you this long. Hell I’ve been waiting since we first met.”

Mike walked up to the table, his eyes looking towards Mitch before he grabbed his hand.

“Babe Butch just found out he likes Buttercup.” Mitch laughed, making his face turn red with embarrassment.

Mike looked towards Butch with wide eyes and an even wider smile. “About fucking time dude! Go get her!”

Mitch left the table and he sat there staring at his drink again. The feeling when she had told him that she was going out with Jason made his blood boil and his skin twitch and he never knew why. Or at least he pretended not to.

And then the following year when they had broken up. The tears in her eyes were genuine and even though he was comforting her, he felt fine about the relationship ending. Happy even.

But now he stared at her from across the room. The music had turned to white noise and he was focused on her only. He furrowed his eyebrows before chugging his drink, it wasn’t alcohol but it would do. He got one step in before she shifted in her seat and her eyes fell to his.

It was an electrifying feeling that jolted through his body. Her eyes didn’t leave his even as he straightened his tie and walked towards her. In those few moments he kicked himself on how he didn’t see it before. --

“You got a date?” She asked him while they were lounging at the skatepark, the rest of their friends had left for the evening. The sky had melted from blue to a candy floss pink, a light breeze in the air.

“Eh might just ask some random girl passing down the hall.” He shrugged. “Not really feeling it I guess.”

She pushed her hair back as she tilted her head towards the sky. “No ones got your eye?”

At first it didn’t make sense why she was asking. Her face had a slight red to it but he thought it was from the heat. He had brushed it off, thought nothing of it.

“Not really.” Why did he feel like he was lying?

“Maybe I’ll steal Blossom’s thunder and ask Brick.” She teased and Butch glared at her. “Stop saying my brother is hot. He’s not.” He pouted and she laughed lightly.

“But he is. I leave him to Blossom.” She winked.

He crossed his arms. “I’m way hotter than him.” She heard him mumble.

She let the topic die in the wind as they sat there in a comfortable silence. She noticed the way his flannel clung to his arms and turned her face away with a blush and a twitch of anger.

“Really not going with anyone?” She asked again and he shook his head.

“Think I might wear a dress, Bubbles will probably force me.” Buttercup sighed but in all honesty she was looking forward to these things. Once in a while she liked to get all dolled up and have a good time, sue her.

“I say show up in shorts and tell her to suck it.” He teased and she laughed but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’ll probably look horrible.”

“Most likely.” She hit his shoulder.

And they left it at that.

--- In the moment he spent walking up to her table he had finally come to his sense of what had made his mind crazy for the past days, months and years. It was never going from bad boy to someone who played by the rules or the wild ride of high school.

No, it was simple. She had made his heart clamp up and taken over his thoughts. Every action he did somehow was tied to her and if he had a question, she was somehow the answer. The things he did like wearing that pine cologne because she said she liked it or even wearing flannels because he saw her looking at them on her phone. All of those small details he never thought twice about lead him closer to her.

She would steal his hoodies or even run her hands through his hair even when he protested against it. He could tell her everything in his head and she would sit and listen. It all made sense now. And when they were sitting at that skate park, she wanted him to ask her and then he didn’t.

It never clicked that he liked all those things she did. Really liked it. Maybe even loved.

He always thought he was observant, you had to be with a life of crime as your past but he was inconsiderately dense when it came to the one person he didn’t realize mattered the most.

But sometimes the best things come to those who wait. Or figure their shit out. Whichever came first.

“Hey lamb chop.” He said over the music. He was thankful that the other girl she was talking to was gone now. Just them.

She looked up at him then smiled softly. “Hey.”

“You wanna, uh, dance, maybe?” He held his hand out with slight hesitation.

Buttercup looked at the outstretched hand, a small blush dusting her face and he thought she looked pure and delicate in that moment. Her fingers touched the tips of his as she stood up and glanced at the floor with a new found shyness.

“Yeah, I’d like to.”

He pulled her towards a spot away from the heavy crowd and even from their friends. He didn’t need the two lovebirds to add any comments when he was trying to keep his composure together. By the time they got to their location, the upbeat pop song had shifted into a slow song where couples across the floor were grabbing their partners closely.

He gulped and looked up at the tacky disco ball before he felt her arms slip around his shoulder and he looked at her. She offered him a smile that showed she was just as nervous and he let out a breath before relaxing and setting his hands on her hips.

It was a little weird at first. They were the two toughest people in the school and probably the city. He had seen her burp and get her hands dirty. Fall and scrape her knees and suffer punches to the gut and even blood trickling down her face.

He thought it was teenage hormones that were making him feel weird when he saw her like that. Calm, relaxed, free and even full of power and rage. He should have known that it was his heart trying to tell him that he had a fat crush on her.

But now looking at her in the dim lights, he laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

He snorted. “I should have known.”

She cocked her head slightly with a questioning look. “Known what?”

“That you like me.” He stated and her eyes shot open wide like a deer in headlights.

“W-what-I” Her face had flamed up to the color of her sister’s bow and she began to panic. “I don’t-”

“And that I like you.” He said before she could pull away.

“Oh.”

He sighed. “I really should have seen it sooner. I mean come on BC, you’re a firecracker babe and my dumb ass couldn’t comprehend that all those feelings over the years were because of you? It's pretty lame.”

“It's not like I made it easy.” She whispered.

“Easy? It was crystal clear!” he laughed. “The hoodie stealing, the pine, the way you would run your fingers in my hair.”

“It's soft.” She bit her lip.

“I even started wearing flannels because of that damn ad you were looking at.”

“Is that why?” It was her turn to laugh.

“And then the skate park.”

“Oh when I tried to kiss you.”

“Ya when you tried-WAIT WHAT?” His voice boomed and some couples turned around before getting a glare from him.

That panicked look came back onto her face. “I like, leaned in and everything but you turned your head and I just accepted the fact that you didn’t like me I guess.”

“Wow I really am dumb, you should start calling me Boomer.”

“Ew no.” She shook her head. “I’d take you over anyone any day.”

Those words gave him a small tinge of pride. “You’re such a sap.” He murmured as he felt his cheeks turn pink. He held her closer before moving a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes were bright and soft and he thought she looked beautiful.

“I think you were wrong.”

“About what?” She asked.

“The dress.” He looked down, then back to her face. “You look stunning.”

The expression on her face was of genuine bliss as she leaned forward and this time he knew what he was supposed to do. His lips touched hers and that jolt of electricity that happened all those years ago in his bedroom came back. He felt her lips turn up into a smile and knew she felt it too.

They pulled apart and just stared in silence at one another. It was like the world had faded into the background and it was just them. Dark and neon green dancing through the night.

She giggled, a wonderful sound that was rarely heard.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Buttercup ran her fingers in the back of his hair as they danced.  “I’m just glad you didn’t blow up his time.”

“Fuck me too.” His nose brushed against hers. “That just means I can kiss you more.” He said before his lips crashed to her again. It was quicker and more hasty as she melted against him. It was as if he was trying to make up for lost time, to show that he had truly cared about her deeply through the years.

There's a lot of people who probably care about you more than you think.

He thought back to when she had said that. It was a phrase that played over and over in his mind and now he knew she was talking about herself. He pulled away and she pecked him quickly again before leaning her head against his chest. She felt like she was on cloud nine and he liked his lips. She could feel the vibration of his laugh through his chest and looked up at him.

“Don’t make fun of me for being sappy or I’m going to kick your ass.” She gave him an icy glare.

“No it's not that, I think it's cute.” he kissed her forehead. “I just think Lamb Chop isn’t a good nickname anymore.”

Her eyebrows quipped up. “Really?” She was surprised because he was so determined to call her that at any given time. “What would be better?”

His lips pressed to her ear as his hand squeezed her hips lightly. “Cinnamon.”

And when he kissed her again, she then realized what flavor her lipstick was.

---

BONUS: THAT YOU DIDN’T SEE YET :) 

--

Butch: Age 18

“You know how you asked me about Mojo all those years ago?” He said out of the blue. Buttercup propped her head on her hand as she rolled onto her side. 

“Yeah I think so.” She responded, not really understanding why he brought up the topic. Over the years the conversation had been put to a stand still and it was something he rather not talk about. 

“I remember asking if anything would come out good for Mojo.” 

She hummed as she wrapped her finger loosely around the string of his hoodie. 

“Well the thing is, I was thinking. Maybe it wasn’t what good Mojo got from the creation, but instead the good that came out of it for me.” 

“That’s a better thing to look at. A lot of stuff is good. You have a super sweet mom and you just graduated high school. Colleges want you to play for their teams and your brothers have grown closer over the years.” She said. 

His lips turned to a smile as he reached out to brushed the hair kissing her face. “And you.” He chuckled as her face flamed up and she buried her face into his chest. 

“Sap.” She stated, her voice slightly muffled. 

“I’m just saying.” Butch ran his fingers through her hair. “I think out of all the things that could have happened, you were the best thing.” 

She tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes before looking to the side. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” 

“Gee thanks.” He teased as he tapped her nose. “But I am serious babe. You make me want to be a better person. Someone who is worthy enough to stand by your side.” 

“I think you’re worthy.” 

“I know you do.” 

“And I don’t care what anyone has to say because you make me feel like no one else can.” She placed a hand on his cheek before he reached and put his own over it. “

Her eyes fell to his before he leaned and kissed her softly. It was a mystery of how he actually let himself get through high school without kissing her. It was his favorite thing to do as it provided a comfort and he really liked the taste of the chap stick she wore on the daily. Not to mention that her lips were incredibly soft anf he relished in the fact that it was something only he got to do. 

“I love you.” She whispered as they pulled apart. His eyes widened slightly as if he didn’t hear those words correctly. He blinked as he stared at her and she only gave him that soft gaze he adored so much. 

They were hardly any words to describe how he felt about her in that moment. “I love you too.” He said back and she looked like she was glowing.

“How much do you love me?” She winked as teased him with a feathery kiss.

“More than you could even know Cinnamon.” He finished before capturing her lips again into another passionate kiss.

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I hope you all enjoyed! This was a monster to complete and really fun

[cartoonsliveon]

Captured

Ever since I saw the Impossi-bin episode, and how Donald was written as a “suspected traitor” on the white board, I couldn’t help but think about if F.O.W.L. ever captured any of the Duck fam. And if he captured Donald and Della, how that might just go... *shrugs*

“Ahhh! Della- Ow!!!”

“Hold still,” She snapped, grumbling softly under her breath, “You big baby.”

There was no real heat behind Donald’s glare as he watched his twin sister, only exhaustion... and a little bit of fear. Della continued to tie her scarf tightly around his arm, watching as the light blue fabric already began to darken.

“There,” Her hands hovered in the air awkwardly, she wasn’t sure what to do with them. Let them dangle at her sides or fold them in her lap? She isn’t entirely sure anymore. Donald isn’t looking at her anymore, finding the floor and his feet so much more interesting. The tips of her fingers are tinged red from his blood, and even though this isn’t the first time she’s had to patch her brother up, the sight of it makes her incredibly uneasy. A ball of anxiety makes its presence known to her again. 

And Della hates it. Because how in the world did they end up in this situation anyways? It’s a rhetorical question of course, she remembers the adventure clearly. The Stone of What Was, so tiny and unassuming. Louie and Dewey had looked down upon it, so entirely unimpressed with the simplicity of it. Uncle Scrooge tucking it into a satchel, which swayed with his hips and bounced with each jump. The chaos that surrounded the adventure and grew once they reached it. Della’s heart hammers as she reflects. F.O.W.L., in almost full force. The fighting, the lasers, Donald throwing himself at the giant rooster with the metal beak with so much force and rage.

Somewhere in the fighting, the cave’s structure began to deteriorate. Somewhere in it all, Donald and Della had gotten separated from Scrooge and the kids in the midst of keeping their family safe. And instead of finding Scrooge, and the kids, and returning home, they were here. In a cell.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“What?” She looks up to see her brother giving her a very pointed, knowing look.

“You’re about to punch the wall. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were,” Donald rolled his eyes, “You had that angry look on your face. The one you always make before you’re about to explode.”

“I did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did-”

“Bickering like children, are we?”

If looks could kill, Bradford would have been nothing but ash and maybe a few smoking tail feathers. He met their gaze though, as if their combined anger was not a force to be feared or reckoned with. It was as though he were meeting the angry, unforgiving looks of two children than two adults. He can’t help but give them more than a brief once over though, because he’d seen these two grow up after all. Once upon a time, they’d been children just like the triplets and Webby. Up to nothing but trouble and mischief. He eyes the scarf wrapped around Donald’s arm, the bruises darkening along Della’s beak. The disarrayed feathers. 

“You aren’t going to get away with this, Scrooge is going to come for us,” Della demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You really believe that?”

It’s such a risky, wildcard thing to say. Bradford knows Donald and Della well. Not as well as Scrooge, but well enough to know that this could strike a chord with them, if done right. To his great surprise, not that he dares show it of course, identical looks of confusion spread across their faces. He sees Donald tense and shoot a side eye look at Della. 

Neither of them interrupt or argue, they’re surprisingly silent. He pushes on before the moment is lost.

“You vanished for ten years. You were on the Moon for ten years. The easiest place to look. The closest thing you could have crashed onto. He gave up on you when searches became a financial loss.”

“That’s a lie and you know it. You forced Uncle Scrooge to-”

“And he listened to me,” Bradford snapped back, “If he cared about you and truly, truly believed you were still out there, he wouldn’t have listened to me. If he loved you, he wouldn’t have let anything or anyone stop him.”

His gaze immediately turned to Donald, “No one even knew you were missing. Your month long cruise, spent as a prisoner on the Moon and then trapped on an island. You come back and he gives you nothing but grief and insults. No one even had the decency to try and tell you your sister was back the minute she showed up at the door. If Scrooge cared about you, he would have thought about you and your feelings. He would consider your input. Value your opinions.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Bradford asks, “Did you know your brother raised the boys for ten years bouncing from job to job, sacrificing everything so they could have food on the table and clothes on their backs?  Would feel love and protected? He sheltered them. If Scrooge cared about either of you, wouldn’t he have done everything he could to make sure Donald had help? Support?”

“Or what about the way he manipulates you, Della, into doing what he wants without you realizing it? Instigating your competitiveness as siblings? ‘Isn’t there another strong duck you know who’s never lost a fight?’ ‘You mean Donald?’, he played you.”

Donald’s hands folded tightly into two shaking fists, the duck struggling to maintain eye contact with Bradford. Della felt nothing but cold fury start to fill her. She never doubted Uncle Scrooge, not his ability to constantly undermine and defeat his foes, not in his ability to think his way out of situations, not in his strength, and most definitely his love for them. But even now, even though she knows that their uncle loves them, she can’t help but feel something in her twist and squirm at Bradford’s words (possibly that very doubt she has never felt before? She refuses to give it a label). 

But she knows Donald doesn’t think the same way she does. His relationship with Scrooge has never been.... as smooth as hers. It’s full of bumps, pot holes, and steep turns. She doesn’t doubt Scrooge’s love for them. Donald doesn’t always feel that same confidence, not about himself. She stares at Bradford, wishing that there wasn’t a plexiglass wall between them. If Bradford is making this.... feeling.... bubble up in her, she can only imagine how much of a struggle it is for Donald to not let his insecurities get the better of him. To remain as impassive as possible. And for that she wants to strangle this good for nothing buzzard. 

Especially when she sees the way Bradford stares at Donald now. Not the two of them. Not at just her. But Donald.

“If he doesn’t wipe that smug look off your ugly beak,” Della growls, “I will. Uncle Scrooge loves us. He’s coming for us.”

“Is this really the way you want it all to end? Blindly following a man who has caused you so much grief?” Bradford tsks, ignoring Della.

“What do you want from us Bradford,” Donald’s voice is a heavy sigh, tired and resigned. He uncurls one fist, mainly to grab Della’s wrist. She doesn’t realize, until he strokes his thumb over her knuckles how tightly her own fists are clenched, “Why are you even here?”

“I want the same thing that you want,” Donald doesn’t like how that sounds at all. He doubts the buzzard truly wants what they do, “For all this chaos and madness to end. Your uncle is meddling with things he shouldn’t, and everyone else has to pay the consequences. He has to be stopped. Duckburg has dealt with enough chaos and madness. The world has dealt with enough. Hasn’t it been enough already? Haven’t you both suffered enough?”

Both twins give a snort as they chuckle, both of them raising identical eyebrows as they stare at Bradford. It makes a chill crawl up his spine. The way they do that, being able to act simultaneously in the littlest ways. So different and yet so identical. So similar. It’s chilling to anyone who isn’t used to it. Who doesn’t see it every day like Scrooge and his family. 

“If you honestly think that we’re just going to betray our family like that-” Donald can’t help but shake his head slightly at the idea as Della continues for him, “Then you’re dumber than Glomgold. And that’s saying something!”

“Nothing you say is going to change anything,” Della continued, “so you and your stupid lackeys can shove it up your-”

“Not even for the kids?”

Bradford couldn’t help but smirk a little wider when he saw Donald and Della stare at him in silence. The fear shining in their eyes. Perhaps he should have mentioned the children sooner. Perhaps he should have just led with that. But what fun would that have been? What sort of villain would he be if he didn’t make them squirm a little bit and drag up things neither of them wished to dwell on.

“They’re all so young,” Bradford shook his head, “Is this what you want for them? For them to run straight into danger and pay for Scrooge’s mistakes? Haven’t they already suffered enough?”

“Nothing bad has to happen to them,” Bradford reminded, “They don’t have to get hurt. They can grow up, safe, and normal. That was what you wanted, right Donald? For them to be safe? That’s why you cut all connection from Scrooge in the first place. I can make sure they don’t get caught in the crossfire. I can make sure none of my operatives harm a single feather on their head.”

“You’re bluffing,” Della snapped, “You-you’re lying!”

“What would I possibly gain from lying to the two of you?”

Neither Donald or Della had a response to that. And Donald hated it. He hated not having anything to say. He desperately wanted to fly into an angry rage and curse Bradford out in front of him. But he was filled with fear and this little voice, the same voice that told him to take the triplets and leave Scrooge ten years ago, fretting over the kids. What if Scrooge didn’t come for them? What if he did and wandered into the obvious trap waiting for him? What if the kids...?

“I’ll give you both some time to think about everything,” Bradford folded his hands behind his back, “I’m going to test that little theory of yours. If you’re so sure Scrooge will come, let’s see if he’ll be willing to make a trade.”

Bradford expected the two ducks to argue. To say that Scrooge wouldn’t give F.O.W.L. the Stone of What Was. That he’ll see through the trap. But they didn’t. Instead, Donald and Della turned to look at each other. And Bradford watched as they stared at one another, a silent conversation being communicated by the more subtle facial expressions. He turned, leaving them in silence until the door shut behind him.

Donald and Della stared at one another, simultaneously sighing as they let the situation fully seep in and try to mentally prepare themselves for the burden it is about to drop on them.

“Ah phooey,” They mutter together.

[chadprez]

bowie stirred from his strange choice of seat, a windowsill. he had previously dangled his legs outside, but swiveled around to stand up and cast a silhouette against the full moon hanging in the sky. “ ohhh? are you awake now?.. ” he asked, hopping down and approaching the bed in which he had tucked tanaki into earlier before then. he frowned, seeing the fleshbud in her forehead. “you didn't drink any of the water in the glass over there.. do you fear meeeeee? ”

Tanaki eyes the brown-haired male up and down before giving a soft, but sharp, glare. Her ruby red orbs scan the room before she sighs. She sits up and takes a sip of the water next to her.

“Why would I be scared of you? You must be as dumb as you look, bow-wow. Maybe even dumber than that french guy, he’s probably going to get killed if that red head doesn’t die first.”

She drinks some more of the water before sighing, she gives him one last look before turning over, taking out the ponytail before letting her curly hair turn into a big puff.

“Anyways, what do you want? You must be here for something..”

[exploringvideogames]

090 Mush 9/2021- Writing Quotient

Synthea stalks through the night she is furious at God and at herself. There is nothing to be done which makes it worse, and her inept rage radiates out into the cold dry desert night. She finally arrives at the grotto, washing up calms her. Enveloped by this beautiful place,. The water is now pink, pretty. It's steamy in here, breathes deeply. She takes out her broken ax and puts it aside. Deal with it later.

Corpus walks up and nuzzles her, she didn't notice him coming in. “Love” he tells her, and she hugs him and pets him with tears streaming. She'll return to the group of magical stragglers tomorrow, when she is rested. Sleep and dream in this beautiful grotto.

---

Next day. Worm Moon is coming up. So much to be thankful for she reminds herself as she makes her way back to the Main Tent. She'll have a good hunt before then, she knows this. The light is cold and bright, the seasons changing feels more important than usual. Mel and Lina come out to meet her, supportive even though she's less than empty handed.Inside the tent Scorpia, smoking, is disappointed, and mock angry in a sincere and comforting way.

They are intereactively immeshed with Corpus's pride. Scorpia brings her poppy buzz and everyone is appreciative. Scorpia jealously sees Synthea’s mind wander to the Lateral Group. Slow breathing, thinking of nothing. Sometimes it never comes and she spends the session on edge and in fantasy. She sends love to Scorpia, who knows its qualifications.

---

These fucking cunts call me in Saturday morning to just ask me to work more for the same amount of money do they know we can see their bullshit? It doesn’t matter and I can not fathom why this meeting was worth their time. THEIR time too.. I don’t even think that they do know, middle class life retards you out of all instinct to the point that you become dumber than the smart and dumber than the dumb. The coddling is not worth it it makes you weak and apparently a neurotic unhappy loser every time you ugly guilt ridden cunts.

---

Things become distinct again and the crowd all tumbles down to the floor satisfied. Ahhh. Scorpia and Synthea hold hands, stare into one another’s eyes, kiss. A small daze and soon Synthea feeling energized and ready to get out there again.

Happens. Massive success, surely with help from the Mind Meld. Love found there, and beautiful fury from the Cats. Synthea is sticky with blood, high from the kill and the Exar, yes. Heart pumping. A large Diurge lays at her feet, pride and ecstasy. She begins to break it down, mapping out the logistics of the trip back.

---

Remnants of a camp outside the Drone, territory has yet to set in stone since the earthquake. She thinks of the all male Lateral Group as she makes her first trip back to the camp, now curing salt mixed with the blood. She thinks she remembers the sad blonde. But it doesn’t matter, all memories before the Rift are at least part fantasy.

Scorpia sitting inside again, those beautiful legs crossed under her as she fusses with the pipe. “Ah! Synthea!” She stumbles over to hug her, getting blood and salt on herself. Synthea smiles so wide, explanatory. “I knew you could do it babe!” Synthea smacks her on the ass and pulls her in for a kiss.

---

A feast that night, and preparation for the Worm Moon, usually more fun than the night itself. Crafting and curing and Exar a plety. Laughing and gossip. Up allll night.

Mel’s potions come together, making the entire surrounding area smell amazing. Cocoa, cardamom, saffron, rose tincture saved from the spring grow, and some sort of decaying wood. Last years, which smells like beautiful delicious dirt, is brought and put on by all of the girls and mixed a little into the current one.

Lina’s psychedelic potion of Exar, poppy resin and blue mushrooms are mixed in with some of Mel’s fragrance, it is beautifully bottled to be served at Worm Moon.

---

There are ceremonies and rituals that come close to Worm Moon, but something astrological makes it uniquely insane. Synthea fantasizes that the Lateral Group Blonde will be watching from the bushes lecherously, aroused by them, aroused by her.

They’ve all already been sickened by the Potion and are now ramping up to be out of their minds. Perfumed and teeth brushed, It begins. Writhe, they writhe all about, snaking in and among themselves, groping and screaming, screaming with joy into the bright night. They beat the ground and stare, eyes enormous at each others beautiful extant bodies. To be here!

[auricbound]

Eyes to the floor. Shame in his expression. Hurt....depression. It's radiating in his heart. He's chewing on his bottom lip before he speaks. There's tears threatening to fall but it's them and only them. No one is around to hear from the safety of what has become their room and their bed.

"I...wanna know...Sol....why ya....left m'."

@alchemic-elric | what do you want to know? | accepting.

tangled limbs and hushed words. the twins are buried deep in their safe place, sun and moon hidden away where no one dare threaten them, never again.  this room is their HAVEN. this nest is their HOME.

there’s a pull on his heart, though. it is home only because luna has allowed it to be. it is home because he, by some miracle, never lost nest privileges after his utterly stupid action - one that they still hadn’t talked about, be it out of fear or pain. so when that tug on their bond happens, when those tears start welling up - oh, god, he knows. it is the only thing to prepare him for this conversation that they’ve avoided for weeks - no, months now.

he said he’d never leave. he promised he wouldn’t. and then he did anyways. there’s not much he can remember from that hellish week. he’s attributing that to getting beaten senseless, of course, but ... even despite how much damage he sustained, the promise still rings true.

he remembers the argument with verna that made his little balancing board break in half. he remembers the uncontrollable spiral that threatened to kill not just himself, but luna, alphonse, and humility, too.  it’s always after a meltdown that he does stupid things. he’s self-destructive, ignorant to the world around him. ignorant to how he makes others hurt until he’s driven all of them away or until it’s TOO LATE.

luna wants to know why he left. why he would break his promise.  and though it’s not said ... he can just feel it. he can just read it. 

as gently as he could possibly be, the sun goes to hold his moon’s hand, his metal thumb rubbing into the palm of his other half. his other hand goes to hold his own precious item - the necklace that glows a faint blue above his heart.  it’s time to make it all clear.

“ ... i was bein’ stupid.  there was a lotta shit goin’ through my brain then. i know y’ don’ ... go numb - y’ can’t, really - so y’ probably won’ be able t’ fully get what ‘m sayin’. ‘ll try m’ best t’ explain it. after i got - turned back int’ m’ again. an’ i rushed t’ help y’. i know y’ felt it lun’ - m’ heart ... everythin’ was fuzzy f’ me. it didn’ feel right. tha’s how i am after a meltdown. m’ emotions, m’ will t’ care ‘bout things that should matter an’ i KNOW should matter ...

it all goes away for a while. i ... usually ... takes me ‘bout two weeks t’ fully come outta it. at minimum. if - i f i rush it, or someone rushes m’, i ...  i get selfish. i get stupid. i get dumber than a bag’a rocks an’ think everythin’ would be better ‘f i wasn’ around ‘cause ’m a fuckin’ suicidal bastard, lun’.

i hate gettin’ like that. but - all those voices, everythin’ pushin y’ because y’ took m’ in, everythin’ that happened t’ y’ with humility ‘cause i managed t’ run int’ y’ ...  all th’ pain y’ were feelin’ ‘cause’a shit that wouldn’t have happened ‘f i wasn’ ‘round ... an’ the pushin’ of those grey bastards ... it was pushin’ me int’ “recovery” faster than i should’a been. i - i couldn’ handle it.  i don’ think i even remembered where i was anymore. all i could remember was that - i was the one causin’ problems. m’ existence is what brought all those fuckers there. in some dumb fuckin’ move i thought - i thought goin’ away would make them go ‘way too. my dumbass decided t’ make an assumption about how y’ would feel when i was in a state i COULDN’ feel shit in. ”

“ there ... there’re no excuses f’ what i did, lun’. only explanations. this shit - ‘s MY FAULT, utterly an’ completely. ‘m the one who asked th’ general t’ “go home” which killed y’ an’ nearly killed m’ several times. ‘m the one who let th’ general tell vern’ on his own and didn’ think t’ ask vern if he told y’ where we were goin’ at all. they were complicit but i was th’ fuckin’ source.

‘s not your fault. ‘s mine. it wasn’ because y’ had one’a your bad days that i left - it was ‘cause th’ depressed n’ damaged part’a me that leads after a meltdown couldn’ cope with all of m’ own stupid guilt. 

i broke m’ promise t’ y’ and i don’ expect forgiveness f’ it.

i hurt y’ an’ there’s no goin’ back from that. y’ did everythin’ y’ could t’ help m’ after reachin’ out and findin’ that fuckin’ mess’a emotions n’ i went an’ broke that promise that i KNEW the weight of. ‘ve got NO EXCUSE.

... bein’ separated from y’, nearly dyin’ ... feelin’ y’ respond t’ m’ calls even after what i did. tha’s ... tha’s what helped m’ break through. feelin’ our bond again.  i didn’ know how serious it was until then when it was so fuckin’ obvious.  tha’s ... tha’s why i started workin’ on that bracelet. why i kept it hidden until i finished it. i didn’ want it t’ be an apology.  i wanted it t’ be somethin’ special f’ y’ after i went through everythin’ i needed t’ in order t’ be able t’ hold y’ ‘gain like we do now every night. 

i was drownin’ in guilt but i wasn’ gonna subject y’ t’ that. not after i already did it once. it was m’ fault this shit happened but leavin’ was a dumb fuckin’ impulsive decision made without considerin’ anythin’ in th’ world ‘round me. 

i love y’ so much, lun’. more than ‘ve ever loved a’yone n’ m’ life. y’ mean everythin’ t’ me.  so i don’ want y’ t’ ever think that y’ deserved th’ hurt i caused y’, alright ? it wasn’ your fault. ”

[agmapansa3008]

En Of Love Review

In case anyone is interested in my review of this little Trilogy. This is just my opinion, I don’t mean to offend anyone, so I hope it doesn’t come off like that!

Beware of some spoilers, therefore under the cut:

TOSSARA:

It was boring, but surprisingly that was the intriguing part? It didn’t have any unnecessary drama. For example, Mark is also in love with Bar? That’s fine, Bar just tells him: ‘Sorry, but I like Gun, not you’. So really, it was just sweet, a chill relationship slowly developing. Well, as slowly as possible in 4 eps. I liked the boring, I can’t really explain it.

I really liked Bar. He was a bit of a tsundere, but overall he was sweet and very honest and genuine. He also wasn’t afraid to tell Gun when he was being too much, if for his own sake or even Gun’s sake. You could definitely see that he was the mature one between them, even if he was also pretty childish at times.

I really liked Bar’s friend group, they were entertaining. Although, I’d like to think that they knew that Bar was also already feeling something for Gun, otherwise their constant pushing towards him would be a bit obnoxious. Beam and Na were adorable (and I totally ship them). It’s a shame that we never heard who Na had a crush on. (Pss, Beam Beam Beam).

The relationship overall was really sweet! They had a lot of cute moments and Win and Folk had some good chemistry. I actually really like that they didn’t immediately go from “I like you” to relationship, but that Bar said that yes he likes him, but his feelings are still growing, so he can’t say Yes, yet.

BUT alas, I just didn’t really like Gun. He came off a bit creepy, to be quite honest. Two things specifically:

One, he came off like a stalker: When Beam was talking all about how Gun’s obsessed with Bar, how he knows everything about him and Bar was just sitting there going: “Aww you like me so much, you’re so cute.”, I was just getting major stalker vibes. I get that he’s been in love with Bar for 6 years, but imagine Bar not reciprocating the feelings. Tweak the vibe of the show a bit and you have a stalker thriller (yes, this is exaggerated, I still stand by my point)

Two, he’s kind of emotionally manipulative: The whole confession scene during the Moon & Star contest, for example, completely rubbed me the wrong way. Though this might be a me-thing. I’m very much allergic to public confessions, proposals even worse. I feel like the person being addressed is getting pressured into saying Yes, no matter their feelings. Yes, Bar reciprocated Gun’s feelings, which good, great. But if he hadn’t? Gun even went as far as saying that “He doesn’t know if he could handle it, if Bar rejected him”, crying on stage in front of supposedly the whole Uni? Thaaaaat’s not cool, man

So yeah, overall refreshingly boring with no unnecessary drama. Bar is cute, the relationship was sweet, but I didn’t really like Gun, I’m sorry.

Love Mechanics:

Oh boy, where to start. Where TOSSARA didn’t really have any drama, this one had it all.

Mark, sweetie, I love you and you deserved better. Vee better treat you right from now on, because boy oh boy was I pissed at him. War did a fantastic job portraying the character, especially going from bitter to cute to really bitter to cute again.

Despite my upper point, I didn’t hate Vee. Yes, he’s a fucking idiot, and quite frankly the kiss with Ploy was even dumber than Tonhon’s kiss with Amp but he and Ploy mutually cheated on each other, so we know the relationship wasn’t going well for a while. I’m unclear if he ever told her about also being unfaithful, I bloody hope so. Other than that, he was a major dumbass, but he quickly realised his mistake and tried to reach out. I’m still happy that Mark let him stew, though. 

Their whole dynamic was intriguing. I was really hooked on them and I loved that we basically had a shift midway through. War and Yin had some crazy chemistry, as well and it’s so weird to know that War is apparently 4 years older than Yin. You cannot tell.

That being said, the dynamic suffered from the rushed storyline and the batshit timeline. Shit feels like hours or days have passed and people talk about a year, months and “long times”, it was bizarre. Even when we got a sign that said ‘One month later’, it didn’t feel like a month had passed at all, it was all just weird.

Because of that character motivations greatly suffered and I constantly felt like I was missing something, like I hadn’t seen an important scene because we were simply not shown. 

It was still really good and I hope with 16 episodes, the complete Love Mechanics series will deal with the pacing better and do more show than tell. I’m really looking forward to it because I really wanna see more of Mark and Vee, and especially War and Yin.

This is Love Story:

While Mark somehow managed to become my fave character overall, This is Love Story is probably my favourite of the Trilogy.

If TOSSARA is the Romance part and Love Mechanics the Drama part, then Love Story is definitely the Comedy part.

Nuea is such a dumbass and I love him. He’s completely helpless and it’s hilarious.

Praram is adorable right until he’s a flirty little devil, he’s precious. The ‘A brother, who’s not a real brother, like a Daddy is not a real Father’ line is fucking iconic.

Prarak knew what was up from the very beginning, we stan.

I really liked Gun’s reaction to Nuea telling him (by accident, no less) that he’s planning on hitting on his brother. Basically “He won’t fall for you anyway, but if he somehow does, break his heart and I will break something else.” Amazing.

I liked how the other couples were integrated. Not too much, but believable since they are all basically in one friend group.

That being said, the friend group was as always bloody amazing. The way they would roast Nuea right there, publically on Facebook was savage and hysterical. 

(War’s part in Love Story was to look impatient and on the verge of killing his friends and I love it. He was so pissed at everyone when he was just trying to teach the twins some damn math.) 

Love Story had the least messy timeline of the Trilogy, which really helped the story. Even while being the shortest, it still felt the most natural and least confusing. 

Overall I enjoyed the Trilogy more than I have thought from previous reviews I’ve read. It had good actors, the couples were nice and while the timelines were messy due to the short episode spans, I still enjoyed myself. Looking forward to Love Mechanics, though I am not looking forward to the love triangle part - and I don’t mean Ploy, I mean Nuea, especially after seeing him with Praram. Though I am looking forward to more Mark. I fucking love War.

[nomanismyequal]

I am man and I am a fucking machine running higher than a stewardess wearing thigh highs in the mile club high as hell louder than fuck and set to maim and kill like a fucking whipperwhill willing to live and hoping you join me but hoping even more you wanna fight cuz I am liquid mercury dynamite like Jimmy Walker at the dentist and I’m an emcee cooler than Kermit the muppet man frog and my rainbow connection dope dealer sells sunshine in duffle bags and like LOVERBOYS MIKE RENO I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THIS KID IS HOTTER EVERY NIGHT THAN DIAMOND DAVID LEE ROTHS TEACHER WHO WANTS TO SHARPEN MY PENCIL LIKE A SHARPENING TOOL IN GRADE SCHOOL WITH TOO MANY SIZED JOLES AND LIKE LAYNE STAYLEY I AM THAT MAN IN YOUR BOX NO LONGER BURIED IN YOUR SHIT BECAUSE LIKE BRADLY NOWELL IT LOVING THAT I GOT BUT MY SANTERIA AUNT FUN MAGIC FOR MONKEYS AND JAN AND DEAN SURFIN CITY I RIDE WAVES ON THE BACKS OF SHARKS SURFING LIKE EDDIE VEDDER ON HIS OCEANS WHO I WISH WOULD HANG ALL TEN WITH MY SURFIN SAFARI OF BEACH BOY LITTLE DOUCE COUPE CRUISIN TO THE HITS AND SINGING EVERY SONG ON KEY AND MY BARITONE IS BUILT IN WITH A MEGAPHONE AND MY RADIO ANNOUNCER TIMBER BASS WILL RATTLE THE EYES IN YOUR EYES WITHOUT A FACE BILLY IDOLS REBEL YELL SCREAMING TRUTHFUL SHIT LIKE IM HAVING A FIT LIKE PHIL ANSELMO AND HE WAS FUCKING HOSTILE AND NOW IM A MADMAN WITH OZZY OSBOURNES BARKING AT THE MOON AND LIKE NEIL DIAMOND I GOT HOT AUGUST NIGHTS AND I AM SEPTEMBER MORN FOR LOVE ON THE ROCKS AND MY SWEET CAROLINE SWEET AS HOZIERS SWEET CHERRY WINE WHICH GIVE MEN CAVITIES FROM THOSE ANGELS BEING SO SUGARY SWEETENED IN ANTI SACCHARINE SUGAR CUBES FOLLOWING THE MONKIES RATHER THAN BEING THE BEATLES JUDY AND I LOVE ALL MUSIC LIKE BARRY MANNILOW AT THE COPACABANA WITH MANDY SINGING LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT THROUGH THAT MISERABLY SAD WEEKEND IN NEW ENGLAND ALMOST MADE ME WRITE SONGS THAT SHOULD MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD CRY BECAUSE YOU STEAL THE LIGHT FROM THE DRIVE IN THEATERS OF EARTH LEAVING SONGS WITHGREAT HOLES EXCAVATED FOR PREPARATION OF TOWERS TO BE ERECTED AND YOU STOLE THE BLUEPRINTS FROM OUR DRAFTER LIKE A HOT IRON GRAFTER WITH METALLURGY IN MY BIOLOGICAL FORTRESS AND MY ULTRA VIOLET LIGHT IS SET TO GIVE YOU SUNBURN YOU HAVE NO COPPETONE TANNING BED EXPERIENCE WITN AND I CUT TEETH GETTING SUNBURNED FOR SUMMER FUN IN LAKE TAHOE SO IM USED TO THE HEAT AND IM BRINGING AN OVEN INTO YOUR OWN KITCHEN THAT HAS MUCH MORE HEAT THAN YOUR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS LIKE DONALD TRUMP SENDING TWEETS TO KOREA NORTHBOUND ON TRAINS OF THOUGHTS CLEARLY GONE OFF THE RAILS AND I DO NEVER RESIST ANYTHING AND THAT PERSISTING YOU POKING THIS DEMON DOG DAWGFATHER OF YOUR WARS IS SET TO SPILL AND I AIMS TO KILL AND I NEVER MISS A TARGET LIKE A SNIPER ONE MILE SHOT SERGEANT AND MESSING ME ROUND IS DUMBER THAN GIVING THAT RICKY GUY THE YOUNG BOY SENTENCED TO 18 IN LIFE I AM PISSED AND A WILDMAN LIKE SEBASTIAN BACH AND NIKKI SIXXS LOVE CHILD SPERM DONAR DELIVERY INTO PAMELA ANDERSONS SWEET VA J J...

I am man and I am a fucking machine running higher than a stewardess wearing thigh highs in the mile club high as hell louder than fuck and set to maim and kill like a fucking whipperwhill willing to live and hoping you join me but hoping even more you wanna fight cuz I am liquid mercury dynamite like Jimmy Walker at the dentist and I’m an emcee cooler than Kermit the muppet man frog and my rainbow connection dope dealer sells sunshine in duffle bags and like LOVERBOYS MIKE RENO I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THIS KID IS HOTTER EVERY NIGHT THAN DIAMOND DAVID LEE ROTHS TEACHER WHO WANTS TO SHARPEN MY PENCIL LIKE A SHARPENING TOOL IN GRADE SCHOOL WITH TOO MANY SIZED JOLES AND LIKE LAYNE STAYLEY I AM THAT MAN IN YOUR BOX NO LONGER BURIED IN YOUR SHIT BECAUSE LIKE BRADLY NOWELL IT LOVING THAT I GOT BUT MY SANTERIA AUNT FUN MAGIC FOR MONKEYS AND JAN AND DEAN SURFIN CITY I RIDE WAVES ON THE BACKS OF SHARKS SURFING LIKE EDDIE VEDDER ON HIS OCEANS WHO I WISH WOULD HANG ALL TEN WITH MY SURFIN SAFARI OF BEACH BOY LITTLE DOUCE COUPE CRUISIN TO THE HITS AND SINGING EVERY SONG ON KEY AND MY BARITONE IS BUILT IN WITH A MEGAPHONE AND MY RADIO ANNOUNCER TIMBER BASS WILL RATTLE THE EYES IN YOUR EYES WITHOUT A FACE BILLY IDOLS REBEL YELL SCREAMING TRUTHFUL SHIT LIKE IM HAVING A FIT LIKE PHIL ANSELMO AND HE WAS FUCKING HOSTILE AND NOW IM A MADMAN WITH OZZY OSBOURNES BARKING AT THE MOON AND LIKE NEIL DIAMOND I GOT HOT AUGUST NIGHTS AND I AM SEPTEMBER MORN FOR LOVE ON THE ROCKS AND MY SWEET CAROLINE SWEET AS HOZIERS SWEET CHERRY WINE WHICH GIVE MEN CAVITIES FROM THOSE ANGELS BEING SO SUGARY SWEETENED IN ANTI SACCHARINE SUGAR CUBES FOLLOWING THE MONKIES RATHER THAN BEING THE BEATLES JUDY AND I LOVE ALL MUSIC LIKE BARRY MANNILOW AT THE COPACABANA WITH MANDY SINGING LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT THROUGH THAT MISERABLY SAD WEEKEND IN NEW ENGLAND ALMOST MADE ME WRITE SONGS THAT SHOULD MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD CRY BECAUSE YOU STEAL THE LIGHT FROM THE DRIVE IN THEATERS OF EARTH LEAVING SONGS WITHGREAT HOLES EXCAVATED FOR PREPARATION OF TOWERS TO BE ERECTED AND YOU STOLE THE BLUEPRINTS FROM OUR DRAFTER LIKE A HOT IRON GRAFTER WITH METALLURGY IN MY BIOLOGICAL FORTRESS AND MY ULTRA VIOLET LIGHT IS SET TO GIVE YOU SUNBURN YOU HAVE NO COPPETONE TANNING BED EXPERIENCE WITN AND I CUT TEETH GETTING SUNBURNED FOR SUMMER FUN IN LAKE TAHOE SO IM USED TO THE HEAT AND IM BRINGING AN OVEN INTO YOUR OWN KITCHEN THAT HAS MUCH MORE HEAT THAN YOUR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS LIKE DONALD TRUMP SENDING TWEETS TO KOREA NORTHBOUND ON TRAINS OF THOUGHTS CLEARLY GONE OFF THE RAILS AND I DO NEVER RESIST ANYTHING AND THAT PERSISTING YOU POKING THIS DEMON DOG DAWGFATHER OF YOUR WARS IS SET TO SPILL AND I AIMS TO KILL AND I NEVER MISS A TARGET LIKE A SNIPER ONE MILE SHOT SERGEANT AND MESSING ME ROUND IS DUMBER THAN GIVING THAT RICKY GUY THE YOUNG BOY SENTENCED TO 18 IN LIFE I AM PISSED AND A WILDMAN LIKE SEBASTIAN BACH AND NIKKI SIXXS LOVE CHILD SPERM DONAR DELIVERY INTO PAMELA ANDERSONS SWEET VA J J…

You gots nothing like me and you don’t even see that my own Physiology is supreme like a Taco Bell taco And my steak is beefy like an eighty year old eighties grandma screaming where’s YOUR BEEF BRUH??

[doctordisaster]

Okay, so about the space movie: it is not good. I haven’t come out of a star war feeling this disappointed since the prequels. It’s worse than revenge of the sith. I think it must be better than phantom menace, but I’m not sure. That’s how bad it is: I’d need to rewatch the worst installment in the series to confidently rank the newest.

I’ve seen some people say they enjoyed it in the theater but liked it less the more they thought about it — which was more or less my experience with Solo. That was not my experience this time. I was numbed, bored, or annoyed for most of the movie’s runtime. There are a few good moments, but it is by and large just not fun to watch.

It also appears to have been plotted by an angry mob of reddit incels. Bad fan theories, unwanted redemption arcs, and pointless throwbacks rule the day. Assholes drove Kelly Marie Tran off of Twitter; JJ Abrams drove Kelly Marie Tran out of Star Wars. Every moment of character development from the previous film was actively and loudly reversed. As a matter of fact, every status quo change in this very film was reversed, usually within seconds of screen time. At every point at which the movie ought to have turned right, it turned left.

Below the cut I’m going to list things I liked and things I didn’t. Don’t read it if you want to be surprised by the movie's disappointments live in the theater.

Good things in space movie no. 9:

The little goblin who works on droids is cute

Lando’s scenes are all very nice

Chewie trying to hide in a crowd was funny

Wedge! I love Wedge!

I loved the design of Kylo Ren’s space office

The moment where literally every spaceship that has ever been in a star war shows up. Also the moment where literally every person who has ever played a Jedi speaks a line. These are each a nice gimmick, although I am not sure both should have been used, and certainly not that close together.

I like the moment where Poe and The Female Person Poe Put His Definitely Heterosexual Penis Into At Some Point In The Past have a whole conversation just with their facial expressions. It’s especially impressive because The Female Person Poe Put His Definitely Heterosexual Penis Into At Some Point In The Past is wearing a metal helmet that entirely conceals her face.

The scene where Finn and The Female Person Finn Is Going To Put His Definitely Heterosexual Penis Into At Some Point In The Future bond over the shared elements of their history was very nice.

The scene where force ghost Luke explains that he was wrong to isolate himself from the universe is nowhere near as good as any of Luke and Rey’s scenes in TLJ, but it’s definitely necessary considering how confused some fans seemed to be on this point.

Some of the banter between the main three is quite fun

The scene of young Leia and Luke doing Jedi stuff is lovely and I wanted more of it.

Bad things in movie 9 from outer space:

Everything about Palpatine. Bringing him back is stupid. His plan is stupid. His inexplicable motivations are stupid. The fact that he has apparently just been sitting on his ass for 40 years is really stupid. Not explaining how he survived being thrown down a bottomless pit, exploding, and then the station he was on also exploding is extremely stupid.

Speaking of stupid, Rey Palpatine is the single worst idea that has ever been in any of these films. One of the most obnoxious things about JJ Abrams “mystery boxes” is that the mystery he deems the holy grail of box mysteries and buries deep deep down at the bottom of the mystery box is consistently something obvious and bad and not even slightly clever. There were literally two dumb fan theories for Rey’s parentage — Kenobi and Palpatine — and Palpatine was the one that was dumber.

It’s worse than midiclorians, because now Palpy fucks. Palpy canonically fucks.

Gross.

The only potentially good thing about bringing back Palpy is getting to enjoy Ian McDiarmid’s gloriously campy performance again, but for some goddamn reason they trap him on an empty soundstage lit only by strobes, then color grade everything to pure gray so you can’t fucking see what’s going on.

I get that it’s supposed to be the heart of evil and darkness, but good production design can evoke that without making it impossible to see the actors and unpleasant to look at the frame

Speaking of which, how is this movie so ugly??? There are maybe three visually nice locations and everything else is just hideous. This is a complaint I’d never even consider leveling at a previous star war. Even the shittiest ones were beautiful to look at.

Every Star Destroyer has an onboard death star superlaser now. I started by booing, saw that the superlasers are just a metal cock and balls, and then laughed my ass off through the rest of the supposedly serious scene where it blows up a planet.

The way you kill a star destroyer now is you shoot it in its dick

The only people who will be pleased by this movie are Reylo shippers and that is a horrible thing to be true

The macguffin chase that constitutes the first two thirds of this movie is pointless and boring. I especially loved the multiple times when someone lost a macguffin only to go “oh I forgot I have a spare in the glovebox”

Can we even list all the times something supposedly momentous happened only to be reversed moments later?

chewie dies! wait it was somehow the wrong ship even though they were in the middle of a literal fucking desert and there was no other ship around

The Female Person Poe Put His Definitely Heterosexual Penis Into At Some Point In The Past just got obliterated along with her entire planet by a different penis, this one attached to a star destroyer! oh wait she didn’t. no explanation she just didn’t die.

also the droid gremlin is with her

hux turned spy for the resist— oh wait he’s dead

Rey killed Kylo! But she feels bad so she heals him back

Palpatine just killed Kylo! Oh wait he didn’t. No explanation he just didn’t die, because JJ needed him to immediately reverse another supposedly momentous death.

Kylo smashed the macguffin! we’re doomed oh wait glovebox

Palpatine just electrocuted the entire rebel fleet to death! oh they got better

There’s absolutely no way to get across these waves! Oh wait Rey just... went across them

Well maybe it’s because she has the force and was able to oh wait Finn just went across them too

Well maybe that’s because The Female Person Finn Is Going To Put His Definitely Heterosexual Penis Into At Some Point In The Future is such an expert at navigating the oh wait Kylo is there as well

If only this movie took place in a universe with vehicles that do not touch the ground, we could have skipped this entire stupid subplot

3po makes a massive sacrifice by allowing his memory to be wiped! oh wait he had a backup

I also hate that 3po’s memory wipe is treated, before it happens, with pathos and gravitas, and then the moment he actually loses everything about his life and all his friends, it’s IMMEDIATELY treated as a joke

I love the way Rey is briefly dead but then Kylo goes “oh no!” and uses the last of his life force to bring her back. I wanted her to go “oh no!” and then use the last of her life force to bring him back. And then he’d go “oh no!” and use the last of his life force to

When the emperor dies, they show a montage of star destroyers blowing up elsewhere in the galaxy. Including one over endor? Why did they have a star destroyer over endor. How did the ewoks blow it up? Did they tie a log to one of the other moons and another log to another other moon and then cut the vines and the logs went smoosh

At the start of the movie Palpy promises Kylo his throne and limitless power in exchange for the one thing he wants most desperately in the world, which is for Rey to be dead. Then Rey shows up and Palpy goes “ah good you are here, I need you to kill me so my spirit can transfer to you” as though these demands aren’t utterly contradictory on every level. Then when she refuses he’s like “oh well, I suppose I can suck your and Kylo’s life forces out and rejuvenate myself to rule anew” as though that isn’t vastly preferable to plans A and B from his perspective

why is he in this movie

Having the knights of ren in this movie really justifies Rian Johnson’s choice not to have them in TLJ.

Every time the knights of ren appear, the timpanist bangs out the music cue for the sand people, so I think John Williams just decided that they ARE sand people in different hats.

Remember the eerie moment in TLJ where Rey and Kylo were connected across a vast distance through the force and Rey was in a monsoon and when the connection closed Kylo found some raindrops on his glove? Remember when Luke used a similar ability, without any physical transference, and the strain was so great that it ended his life? Now do you remember when TROS turned that into a totally mundane effortless 3d fax machine so they could pass necklaces and macguffins and lightsabers back and forth constantly, and even have whole physically real saber duels even though the script was too lazy to put them in the same place? Hey that fucking sucked

Remember Rose Tico? JJ doesn’t

The scene of Poe “micro-jumping” the Falcon is awful on so many levels. First of all, it’s just a one-off joke from Guardians of the Galaxy, but played straight for some reason. Second, changing the setting of the chase every few seconds makes the action just as numbing and impossible to follow as Michael Bay’s worst. Third, it makes no sense that the TIEs are following them through the microjumps, and the fact that they can do so makes the microjumps completely pointless. Why are you even microjumping if they can just follow you? Then the characters spend several scenes going on and on about what a big deal microjumps are, only for no one to ever do it or refer to it again.

Rey asks “what was snoke’s deal,” as though reading off a card with questions from our most obnoxious audience members, and Palpy goes “Snoke was my creation” which makes sense, like he trained the guy and equipped him and pulled his strings from the shadows and no, wait, the camera is panning over to a literal Jar O’ Snokes that Palpy just has handy in his empty strobelit soundstage.

I wish the camera had kept panning to show a Jar O’ Phasmas and a Jar O’ Huxes and maybe a Jar O’ Unkar Plutts so that all the characters from TFA could have an Offically Explained Back Story

If he put all the jars in another jar he could have a Jar Jar and the circle would be complete

I liked the part where they were having a lightsaber duel on a pier and the swings got slower and slower and finally they stopped and just kind of stared at each other like “wtf is even the point of this” because that was exactly how I felt at that moment.

tbh that was exactly how I felt for most of the movie

[fight-surrender]

Chapter 2: By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Rating: teen and up

Word count: 1276

Summary: “Fuck off, Baz.” Simon hisses. “I’m not transforming into anything. This whole thing is bollocks.” Um, actually, Simon- you are, in fact, transforming into something.

Chapter 2 of “Howlin’ Forever (The One Where Simon Gets Bitten By That Werewolf) Read it on AO3. 

Baz:

Google is a magical thing. Thank Merlin there is at least rudimentary computer access in the Watford library. Granted, it’s dial-up. How does that even still exist?

I admit, aside from basic astrology and vague musings regarding American moon landing conspiracy theories, I really haven’t given much thought to the moon. The phases. How long it’s actually “full.” It’s not like the moon has any effect on my condition. Simon’s impending “condition” is altogether different.

I can’t remember ever feeling this happy. I mean, Simon isn’t happy, he’s positively miserable. He’s off his food, just picks at his plate. Even his beloved scones aren’t piquing his interest. But I, on the other hand, am practically giddy at the thought of not being the only monster around here anymore. I’m finding it hard to maintain my facade of constant disdain for Snow, when all I really want to do is commiserate about the ups and downs of being a dark creature. Granted, he isn’t a dark creature yet, now is he?

As the date of the full moon approaches, I’m finding myself obsessing about Snow even more than usual. Is his patchy facial hair thickening up a little? Is he shaving more often? Do his cheeks look fuller? I should counsel him about the onset of fangs. The first few times are a bitch. I’ve never met a werewolf, is the transformation painful? Where does his human mind go when he’s a wolf?

Simon is growing more irritable and frazzled as the big night approaches. He’s not sleeping much. When he does it’s all sweat and shouting and fear.  Tonight, he jolts up panting, after a particularly violent nightmare. He rakes a hand through his hair, lit with the blue glow of the waxing gibbous moon. (I’m an expert at moon phases now.)

“I’ll help you.” I murmur, so softly, only a werewolf or vampire could hear.

“Help me what?” Simon responds. Irritably.

“With your transformation.”  The moon goes full tomorrow.

“Fuck off, Baz.” Simon hisses. “I’m not transforming into anything. This whole thing is bollocks.” Simon flings his sheets aside and stalks out the door. He slams it so hard a picture falls off the wall by my bed—my mother, at her leavers ceremony. In her cap and gown, face shining with pride and a rosy future. A fine crack slivers across the glass.

I cast off my blankets, put on my cloak, and go after Snow.

 ***

I find Simon at the ramparts, silhouetted against the rising moon. He’s got his chin out, shoulders back, arms flexed, and hands balled into fists. Like he’s going to pull the glowering orb from the sky and pound it to rubble. Like he’s going to grab fate by its hairy shoulders and tear it limb from limb. Simon Snow, always ready to go down fighting.

I leave him there, staring down the moon, and go back to our room.

 ***

 The next day Snow doesn’t get up for class.

Bunce flits into my face in the dining hall at afternoon tea.

“What have you done with Simon?” She buzzes, face pinched, hair billowing in an intimidating purple halo around her face.

“I’m not his keeper, Bunce. I thought that was your job?”

“Simon isn’t eating, he’s skipping class and looks a disaster. You’re looking both dodgy and smug. Spill.” Bunce retorts.

“The misadventures of your dumber half are none of my concern.” I turn on my heel and stomp out of the dining hall.

Why hasn’t he told Bunce? I ponder, hands in my pockets as I make my way back to Mummer’s house. I make sure to glare at anyone who dares look my way, it’s a form of stress relief. She’s his best friend. His only friend. A problem shared is a problem halved and whatnot.

My mind stops its spinning on as soon as I step into our room. The curtains are drawn and the space is stuffy. The heaving mountain of blankets (my blankets, wtf?) on his bed belie Snow’s location. “Get up you loaf; your sidekick is looking for you.” I sneer.

No response.

“Get up, I’m not having Bunce yapping at my heels over –” I stride to the bed and lift the sheet. Simon’s face is wrong. It’s pale, blotchy with a hint of grey. His hair is soaked in sweat and matted to his head. He’s shivering.

“‘M freezing, Baz. Fuck off.” Simon moans.

I place a hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up, Snow.” My heart is pounding in my chest as I feel a traitorous prickling in my eyes. This is no time to cry, but Crowley, this is happening.

Oh Simon. I allow myself to gently push his damp curls from his forehead. He doesn’t notice. 

I get up and begin pacing the room. How does this even work? Will it hurt? I searched the Watford library for all the Werewolf information I could find, but the world of Mages frowns on lycanthropy much as it does on vampirism. Beyond the Werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637 (which nobody signed), tomes of accounts of how to kill them (apparently, they’re flammable too, go figure), and lists of famous werewolves in history (Thoreau, Einstein, Twain, among others), reliable information is scarce. Just a few anecdotes on failed attempts at countercurses and some balderdash about premenstrual talismans using their fur. Nothing useful.

It occurs to me that there is a good chance I’m about to be trapped in a tower with a werewolf. I’m not sure how I feel about this. Is this how Simon finishes me off? The final battle? Death by werewolf? Will he even know what he did? Will he care?

Crowley, what if he bites me? Can I be a vampire and a werewolf? What a nightmare. 

Darkness has settled on the room. I haven’t bothered to turn on the lights. I don’t need them. In the gloaming, Simon’s breathing has settled, he seems almost calm.

I settle onto my bed to await the moonrise. My mind uneasy and thoughts swirling. Anxiety crawling like worms under my skin.

A moment or hours later, the night air is pierced by a sound I never want to hear again. Simon screams and curls into himself. He tries to get up but falls to the floor. Without a thought I go to him, but I don’t believe he knows I’m there. I’ve got an arm around his shoulder, steadying him. He’s on his knees, face in my chest. My other hand is carding through his hair. “It’s ok.” I whisper, “I’ve got you.” He doesn’t hear me. He won’t stop screaming.

His voice is going hoarse, sobbing as he shakes me off and falls to his hands and knees. There is a wet creak of bones breaking and flesh tearing. His back arches as his scream melts to a long howl, drenched in sorrow. I’m crouched on the floor, breathing in gasps, tears streaming down my face. I think I’m going to throw up.

I look up into a huge pair of ice-blue eyes. A long, dark muzzle, teeth like knives. Moonlit bronze fur with a bit of a curl. He lets out a low, menacing snarl, his eyes locked on mine. I feel the hair on my neck rise and my fangs pop. He growls again, like thunder, then leaps over my head and out the window in one fluid movement.  Disappearing into the waiting night, leaving me alone. The only sound in the room, the tumbled beating of my heart.

[theskyexists]

the amazing she-ra 5

i am LOVING this first episode. they’re TRULY the underdogs now. people are hiding with magic. they live in tents. they’ve lost their edge. they’re actually leaning into the horrors of war now

Shadowweaver says OOC stupid things but it doesn’t matter because the princesses shut it down satisfactorily. Adora is weighed down by responsibility in a cool way.

Catra is staking out the enemy and weaseling her way in. (yessss)

‘You don’t need to say it! I know. I made that choice. I’m living with the consequences.’ I LOVE THIS ADORA

I LOVE THIS WRITING. Catra and Glimmer are THE greatest pair ever. Glimmer is smart enough to poke right through Catra’s defenses - and NOW they’re in the same situation - Glimmer says so - and immediately the prison wall fades away - and they’re both invited for dinner. THAT DELICIOUS WRITING

i do love how shadowweaver has been this snarky aunt for two seasons now.

Hord Prime shows us Adora in danger and Catra is like; FUCK YOU ADORA’S MINE (TO DESTROY) !!!!

I love Hord Prime’s wonderfully manipulative dinner. And I love glimmer quietly crying and I love Catra being like HRMMMM I DONT LIKE THIS. the subtle animations are so great - the close-ups

the way Catra speaks to Hord Prime - the way she’s really fuckin scared and the way Hord Prime says ‘little sister’. The way they make him seem unbeatable. I LVOE IT.

AND I LOVE THESE VISIONS FOR ADORA

jezus but how few people really live in etheria ?

the propaganda and the tech to boost prime’s image everywhere....ugh it’s delicious. im also happy Entrapta is back and on the good side instead of helping Catra be a bitch to Adora. and im glad the princesses are wary of her.

hahahaah awww Bo came to give adora breakfast and then he panics when she’s lying on the floor. I ALSO LOVE BO AND ADORA TOGETHER BEST

goddamnit Bo YAH! finally somebody who effectively protects someone from the masses. fuck off micah!

Love the princesses acting on their own - love Scorpia mediating, love mermista stepping up, love Entrapta using her .....intelligence

I love how Hord Prime manipulating Glimmer is used to show us more about his empire.

‘i only want to bring peace’ - but also i destroyed all these worlds. how is that...how is that even surface compatible?? like no attempt is made to align those two things.

wait....the heart of etheria will destroy the universe? why??? why is that the assumption. and why...does Hord Prime want that? i....

the comedy of the princesses doing a mission alone is GREAT

IM SO HAPPY THE PRINCESSES GOT TO HIT ENTRAPTA WHERE IT HURTS. now THIS is the right level of comedy versus hurt

the way scorpia rolled to cover frosta in her bulk!

i love how adora is like - HAH sleep is great actually! wow!!

because of the underlying grievances that we EXPERIENCED as audience, this friendship moment actually LANDS

I REINSTATE MY HOORAY!!! (hahahaha god i love scorpia). oh my god Micah saying he trusts glimmer’s friends to save her - fuckin hell - heart squeeze

LOOK AT THAT SHIT. LOOK AT IT!!! Glimmer being angry at Catra - but then recanting and showing vulnerability. Catra showing vulnerability by acquiescing. GOD!!!

‘why did you do it?’ OH GOD ARRGHGHHG THATS SO FUCKING PAINFUL. why does Catra scratch Adora? Because she doesn’t understand - seems to not make the effort to understand!! because she’s never understood that everybody always hurt her - she never fucking saw when it was right in front of her. THat’s even worse in a way than being hurt.

god the fuckin scale. the planet getting bombarded from space....jezus christ.

theres a hallway with light and dark at the end - its implied she goes into the dark - BECAUSE SHE INTENDS TO HIDE FROM WHO FOLLOWS HER

wow she instantly realises he’s hordak. ha!

Catra is being so open with Glimmer. She’s REALLY REALLY! off balance

they have a talking ritual!!!! THEYRE BONDING ABOUT ADORA BEING A DORK!!!!

Catra realises that nothing she was doing on Etheria had any value to her!!!! I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

I love how Adora gets to be such a badass dork this season!!!! Bo and Adora + Glimmer and Catra are the BEST COMBINATION

godDAMN they made these clones creepy. damn i LOVE Hord Prime!!!

catra/glimmer......tho.....

she pushes her onto the bed and kneels before her, holding her hands. DUDES. MY DUDES!!!! catra is they gayest cat in existence

‘do one good thing in your life!’ - oh OUCH god, you can feel the whole weight of all the hurt and injustice she’s experienced in ‘dont talk to me like you know me!’

HAHAHAHAHAHAH BO losing his mind and Adora being a hilarious himbo is SO GOOD

I LOVE CATRA’S ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING ADORABLE MEMORY AND HALLUCINATIONS

‘im alway going to be your friend’  - ‘i’ll never say sorry to anybody’ GODDD

‘all i do is hurt people, there’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me’ - a reasonable assumption based on your behaviour except for the fact that Adora has been trying to reach you for 4 FUCKING seasons with hand outstretched

THAT WAS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC I AM IN LOVE !! IN LOVE WITH THEM!!!!

are you fucking SERIOUS - ENTRAPTA MADE AN AB WINDOW IN BO’S SPACE SUIT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

the animation in this goddamn season is CRAZY and INCREDIBLE

I ADORE Catra the self Martyr i ADORE that she’s going to go through the wringer still in Hord Prime’s hands.

THIS SEASON IS WORTH ALL THE REST

are YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME- i HATE THAT SHIT WHY MUST YOU MAR THIS SEASON WITH AN INTERRUPTION OF AN APOLOGY. STOP IT!!! IT’S NOT FUN IT’S NOT SATISFYING IT RUINS THE MOMENT IT WEAKENS THE EMOTION BY DRAGGING IT OUT FUCK!!!!

well i guess that was pretty good with Adora. wish they had made that a little bit longer

i love entrapta. she’s such a perfect element to throw into the mix. and her connections with AI’s are great

that scorpia and swift wind talk is so beautiful. they are also the PERFECT pair. ‘gosh have you ever noticed how many moons we have here? it’s weird.’ HAHAHAHA

they’re visiting a planet that’s been conquered by Prime...

I love how they made Entrapta flirty with her tech ahahahaha

i love how Adora is like: oh??? you’re coming to me??? for emotional advice??? uhhhhhh ok haha nice

I LOVE ADORA

i love swift wind’s drunk history retelling of what’s going on on Etheria - especially his impression of shadowweaver and his batman micah

Bo sure is very bad at forgiveness himself lol

‘well im NOT! running awayy that is. i AM smart’ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! i love you adora

Adora spewing all her bullshit about Catra to total strangers ahahaha

this was SUCH amazing teamwork!!!

AND THAT MOMENT OF SHE-RA BEING BACK!!!!

GLIMMER ACKNOWLEDGING SHE MADE A MISTAKE AND THAT BO DESERVES TO BE MAD AND MAYBE THINGS WON’T BE THE SAME AGAIN BUT SHE WON’T STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER AND SHE’LL BE THERE IF HE’S EVER READY

FUCKING TEARS BABEY

jezus christ !! that was good!!! i take it back - it was a stupid interruption (they could have just had Bo respond ‘eh’ at an attempt at apology from glimmer....maybe) but they made the final apology INCREDIBLE

‘i can’t just leave her...’ the voice acting in this is sO GOOD

Catra made her whole plan to keep Adora away from Prime based on the assumption that if Glimmer was in Prime’s hands, then Adora would come to rescue her no matter the danger. So she saved Glimmer. But SHE FAILED TO REALISE THAT ADORA WOULD DO THE SAME FOR HER AHAHAHAHAHAHAA

the amazing thing about these highly tech advanced societies is that none of them have invented security cameras

glimmer getting some ptsd flashes

I KNEW that the heart of etheria was built by the First Ones to fight Hordak. Makes Mara’s decision a bit more ---- hMMMM not as great. Because Hordak has killed countless worlds since!

the hive mind lol. jezus Prime is so terrible.

oh my god the very concepts of Prime when behind a fictional buffer are so archtypically delicious. Catra’s glowy green eyes and full bow. hohhohhohho. that uniform also looks great

so Prime could do this to everyone but he chose to surround himself with clones. goddamn.

oh damn that lean-in, those hands on her neck. hmmmhm. gay

she FLINCHES when Prime lays a hand on her shoulder. DAMN. love it

‘you will give me she-ra’ ---- isn’t that what she’s been offering all along? lol

AND THEN HE LEAVES ADORA WITH A BRAINWASHED CONTROLLED PUPPET CATRA WHO ATTACKS HER

OH ITS SO DELICIOUS

brainwashed Catra is really sexy and disturbing hahahahahaha

this fight is so well choreographed. Catra letting herself almost fall, Adora gathering her into her arms, the scratch across the back, the damn knee into the midriff (OUCH), the dangling her in turn.

‘i always hated that guy in particular - and also all the other guys i hit on the way in.’ LOLOLOLOL

THE CHEEK TOUCH - THE TEARS AND SMILE - THE GREEN EYES AND THE BACKHAND AFJLDJFDSJFLKDSJSDFKSDFJ

‘you’re such an idiot!’

‘yeah! i know!’

I LOVE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS SO TRUE AHAHAHAHAHAHAI LOVE THEM

‘im going to take you home’

‘promise?’

NOELLE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME

Adora watches Catra probably die and fall off into a endless pit. JUMPS IN AFTER HER ONE SECOND LATER

Prime really did miscalculate lol - his ship’s been destroyed by one stab at a server.

CATRA ALMOST DYING AND ADORA TRANSFORMING WITH GLOWY EYES GODDAMN!!!! HOLDING CATRA INTO HER ARMS BRIDAL STYLE. NEW OUTFIT!! WALKING INTO THE SHIP LIKE A BOSS. AND HEALS HER. HEY ADORA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SHE FUCKING

PURRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all the fucking crying is so good

‘I kNOW YOU ALL HATE ME!” ‘I NEVER HATED YOU’ ‘Then you’re dumber than I thought’ HAHAHAHAHA i love how Catra cannot accept Adora’s friendship because she cannot forgive herself. but Adora never fucking gets it because she has the emotional intelligence of a crab!!!! the problem is that Adora is the exact shape of Catra’s heart - which is one big open wound. And if she presses - all she does is cause hurt

Catra is so adorable looking god.....

SPINERELLA AND NETOSSA KISSED!!!!!!!! awwwwwww they’ve been so cute for so long and they only got more and more screentime and Awwwww

Not-Hordak and ‘dehydrated protein slaw’ AhAHAHAHA

how did they find us? UHHH THERES A CHIP IN CATRA’S SPINE????

ADORA TELLING CATRA WHAT’S UP!! YES! Catra in a corner. Catra on her damn KNEES. ADORA BLUSHING AT HOLDING HER HAND

their first impulse is to hold each other at the ship shaking.

CATRA IS BLUSHING LOOKING AT ADORA TRANSFORM

SHE-RA CAN LITERALLY FLY THROUGH SPACE - well. make matter from light, breathe in a vacuum, jumpt from one asteroid to another....

I AM GLIMMER IN THIS: YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Catra is very lucky that her biggest likely hater is already on her side: glimmer

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SPINERELLAAAA. what a fuckin bait and punch goddamn! making them so cute and then foreshadowing it perfectly and then BAM

CATRA IS CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO MESS WITH ADORA BY LITERALLY JUMPING INTO ADORA’S LAP

fjadslkfasdjflkadjfsja

CATRA IS

PURRING

catra is so effortlessly cool sitting in the window sill

i am actually loving that they have a not-Hordak with them. it humanises those clones a lot

this prince has farsight but they NEVER thought to recruit him BEFORE???

FUCKIN - I LOVE how spinerella and netossa have gotten so much more screentime - relevant to the plot and also revealing their characters. i wish we’d got this from the start!

well now i ship perfuma and scorpia lolololol

HAHAHAHAHA i LOVE this Seahawk and Mermista hiding behind a bar because of ex victims skjsfajfklds

Prince Peekabloo has an AMAZING design, but also he must be a fake. IT MUST BE DOUBLE TROUBLE. double trouble has TASTE

MERMISTA LOOKS SO COOL IN THAT OUTFIT - but also especially chipped and in shadows. they do love chipping people’s love interests

SCORPIA SACRIFICING HERSELF TO SAVE PERFUMA. jezus christ so much love interest drama suddenly wow

‘happy anniversary’ that is HEARTBREAKING

what a great ending to a very silly episode. that’s the balance. a last message from the last soldier standing...

‘WHY DOES SPACE HATE ME SO MUCH!?!?!’ hahahahaah

Catra’s fingers shake......

‘take it from somebody who’s defeated you guys, like, a lot’ AAHAHAHA

FINALLY CATRA IS ON THEIR SIDE TO BE THE SMARTS IN TEH ROOM

ADORA LOOKS SO BADASS IN THAT SPACESHIP CHAIR

chipping everyboddy so they’re like zombies was a great story idea.

catra upset at her signs of upset. CUTE

why the FUCK is Adora’s hair out of her spacesuit ahahahahahahaha. IM SO GLAD THAT BO AGREES WITH ME ON THE ADORABLENESS OF CATRAS HELMET HAHAHAHAHAA

catra is happy to see adora laugh again.... : ‘)

CATRA JUST CLAWED THROUGH FIVE CENTIMETERS OF STEEL????!?!?!?!

ADORA IS BLUSHING AAHAHAHAHAHAAAA

I LOVE how Catra is like, WHAT THE FUCK at having lost to these people

Entrapta trying to deal with Wrong-Hordak in existential crisis is a hilarious premise

THE ANGRIER YOU GET THE CUTER YOU ARE!!! I LOVE BO

oh wow! a first ones colony! very cool! this whole planet works against intruders and plays tricks on them. i do like how first ones are definitely like, still imperial shitlords like subtly. i love how Wrong-Hordak has a realisation arc in the background.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS CREEPY

CATRA DISARMED THIS CAT CREATURE WITH HER CUTE SNEEZE AHAHAHAHA

CATRA IS PETTING A CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHAHAHAHA EVERY SINGLE THING WE COULD HAVE EVER WANTED IS COMING TRUE

catra is working on not lashing out :’) <= literally adora and also me

Melog is so ADORABLE and imprinted on Catra and LOVES ADORA and AGHGHGHG

I love how Adora can make her eyes glow on command

Castaspella was blushing at Shadowweaver being so close lolololol. wow this is the first time Castaspella has been interesting. ‘and stop me, if i take the power for myself’ i love aunty shadowweaver.

AAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAH WHAT HAHAAHHAAAAHA Catra notices she’s holding Adora’s hand and goes ARGGH and doesn’t just take her hand back but throws it away ahhaahaha. Adora doesn’t even respond. that was so hilarious for some reason.

GLIMMER KISSING CATRA’S CHEEK HELLO??? HELLO?????????

‘is what i would have said before i joined you. go team’ hahahaa

‘you’re wearing hooded cloaks. that’s highly suspicious’ AHAHAHAHAHA fucking meta

I LOVE HOW ADORA IS THE ‘oh god my fuckin friends blowing our cover great’ person here

MELOG IS ALREADY STEALING MUSHROOMS FOR CATRA TO EAT AHAHAHAHA I LOVE THEM

Spinerella and Netossa are so BADASS and i love their fight. it’s so deliciously painful and cool hehehehehe

so the only person im fighting here is!.....my own wife...

I LOVE THEM

spinerella is so op lololol - why did she barely do anything for them when they were still fighting hordak

wrong hordak is so fucking cute ahahahahaha

goddamn that reunion was touching and funny at the same time. and i can actually believe that Prime is having trouble with this slippery team of magic users

I love Netossa’s analysis of the princesses weaknesses. Adora: can’t act to save her life. also extreme hair envy with she-ra

BUT GLIMMER: crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris AHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA

OH MY GOD SHE SPRITZED CATRA WITH WATER JFDKLDFWDSFKSDFKJLDSJFJDSFKDSLKFSDLFJLKFLKDJFLKS AHAAHAHAAHA

PERFUMA DON”T BE A BITCH TO CATRA. (even though yeah Catra did treat Scorpia bad) she’s right you need to fuckin go for the neck (this episode is gonna show us that you need to damage the chip AND get through to scorpia and it’s going to take catra and perfuma ofc)

awwwww glimmer and bo.... bo is really worried about his dad :’( . this is the first time ive found myself shipping bo and glimmer.....the way he sighs into her arms, turns his face into her neck. Yes....

AWWW CATRA AND ADORA CHALLENGING EACH OTHER AGAIN AWWWW

BO’S DADS LEFT HIM A CLUE IN A FUCKING DAD JOKE ahahaahahahahaah

perfuma is really getting on my nerves here. ‘we dont throw tanks at our friends’ uhhhh shes trying to kill you. just let perfuma get electrocuted adora

AH THEY FINALLY GIVE AN ORIGIN STORY FOR ‘GRAYSKULL’! ha! i do love how they keep elaborating on the First Ones as tyrants as well

hmm perfuma was right i guess. i didnt really like that development. urgh god perfuma is so grating lol..

i wonder how shadowweaver and catra are gonna....deal with each other....

hah. shadowweaver tries to weasel in with Adora again. but Adora won’t stand for it again....

Melog literally acts out Catra’s emotions and jumps adora playfully. hehehehe

shadowweaver is such a fucking bitch. i wonder if we’ll ever get her to admit guilt or apologise

no adora. you have to fucking defend catra to shadowweaver. THAT is what you have to do now that you can!

SHE JUST JUMPED INTO FIRE FOR ADORA

shadowweaver preying on Adora and Catra again goddddd. let this be an episode in which they finally shuck her off. Adora fucking THINK, the only reason you could transform in the first place was BECAUSE of Catra.

YEAHHHHH CATRA!!!!!!!! GETTING ALL THE INFO BEFORE ADORA GETS MANIPULATED INTO SOMETHING SHE DIDN’T CHOOSE. naturally she still chooses to do it.

Melog lies half on top of Adora while Catra watches her.... god fuckin hell Melog being an extension of Catra’s feelings is so fucking AMAZING

holy FUCK that confrontation. (i love how every confrontation between adora and catra starts in roughhousing - their language is extremely physical). this is the softer version of catra’s and adora’s dynamic. Catra loves Adora and she wants Adora to choose HER, LIFE WITH HER. ‘what do you want?’ (WHAT ABOUT ME??) But Adora always chooses some higher hero purpose over her. and she doesn’t want to watch Adora die....

‘i dont have to watch it happen...’

god fuckin hell this season.

shadowweaver BELIEVES that she did the right things - of course. and that’s fascinating. and I love that Adora finally totally truly was like: YOU RUIN PEOPLE AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. fuck yeah!

so when was the moment that Adora couldn’t become she-ra anymore? think it’s when she lost track of Catra....

I love Melog - I love how Catra cannot hide from her feelings anymore - at all.

the way glimmer asks adora ‘are you scared?’ ugh MY HEART

i love martyrs. i fucking LOVE martyrs.

oh my god hallucination Catra touching foreheads with Adora.....

EVERYTIME Glimmer just straight up shows Catra affection? that’s some good shit. i thought we were gonna have Glimmer going after Catra for her mother’s death at one point but no....not at all. and i dont mind it

GLIMMER SAID I LOVE YOU TWICE TO BO AND THEN BO SAID IT BACK AND KISSED HER DSFKSDLBJDS FOREHEAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE MARA!!!

the fights this season have been SO! GOOD!

i love how they’ve set up that Glimmer is a fucking POWERHOUSE. she can turn the tide of battle in a blink!

naturally they pit Micah against Glimmer. jfc this poor family....

there is something important about Prime not remembering Mara....

SHE BEAT MICAH SHE BEAT HIM!!!! WALKING RIGHT THROUGH HIS STORM OF DARK MAGIC.

SCORPIA CRADLED BO LIKE A BABY

SHADOWWEAVER SAVING CATRA? FOR ONCE???? FOR ONCE CHOOSING CATRA OVER POWER????? FUCK THAT’S CATHARTIC EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY TO GET ADORA TO THE HEART

catra has such a soft heart really. she still, after everything, loves shadowweaver. god....

SHE SAID SHE WAS PROUD OF CATRA. SHE --- SHE - SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF. GOD THE VOICEACTING FOR CATRA WHEN SHE - ADORA FALLING TO HER KNEES. THEIR PSEUDO MOTHER... AGHLDJDWFJJDSLF

FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk

EVERY SINGLE LINE IS SO GOOD, so well-acted. the ‘im ready’ the way she says ‘catra’ like she can’t take anything anymore

i couldn’t write anything for the whole rest of that i was just covering my mouth with my hands

The fuckiN KISS! the look of PURE LOVE on ADoRA”S FACE

which in the back of my head - they cannot actually cut that in any way - it’s impossible to cut

adora with those blue eyes in the blaze, the magic is beautiful adora excising prime from hordak’s mind (WOW), adora and catra touching foreheads and the slight PURR you can hear, adult bo and glimmer (lookin so nice), adult catra (LOOKING SO HANDSOME in her prom-y outfit,) Glimmer chasing Catra, just, GOD, THE UTENA FUCKING REFERENCE, the way they say they love each other, my GOD, Scorpia being like woah perfuma you look nice, MY GOD MY GOD MY GOD THEM GOING TO SPREAD MAGIC TO THE UNIVERSE GOD!!!!!!

every single thing in this season was worth 4 seasons of enjoyable, entertaining, interesting, frustrating and meh. WOAH! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!