#yes for some reason it was ice age themed

[houseofwolves-v1]

so i had a dream last night that frank was releasing a new solo album (that may or may not be a christmas album) and he showed me the album cover and it was the most unhinged insane thing i have ever seen that i had to spend 3 hours piecing it together in photoshop and i think all of you need to see it

he was completely serious about it and i was fighting back laughter to try not to tell him how cursed it was

[rboooks]

The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 2

Danny can practically feel Peter's glare through the small window between the front counter and kitchen, trying to melt his ice core. He isn't sure what he did to earn the man's ire but it was getting sort of old after two weeks.

Peter's brother, who almost always steals food and drinks between customers, wasn't nearly as bad. Danny didn't mind the loss, as he is beyond rich that he could fund his own country; he just found it odd that Alvin tended to put whatever he stole in test tubes.

He used to seeing street kids' having sticky fingers, but not ones with this particular habit. If he hadn't witnessed Alvin taking an entire bagel and stuffing it into a ziplock bag after another filling another test tube with the ghost theme latte- it was just color dye green and the foam shaped into a blob ghost- he would thought the guy was gathering samples of his merchandise rather then stocking up on food. Not that he could blame him.

Not knowing where their next meal will come from makes it understandable that they horde any food they can. Yes, the pair of brothers were close to his age but they been on the streets since Peter was fifteen and Alvin was thirteen. They had apparently took off in the middle of the night after Alvin was violently outed and his scum of a father tried to break the gay out of him.

They haven't spoken much about their past besides that, but Danny didn't need any more information.

Alvin is remarkably good at taking things without anyone noticed.

The only reason Danny caught on to what he was doing was because this was his haunt, and his ghost side had growled in outrage the first time Alvin swiped some samples of various coffees. His human side just thought it was hilarious.

After a while, the part of him that was Phantom recognized the two as new members of his haunt and now purred whenever they took stuff. Phantom's desire to provide for those under his protection made it hard for Danny not to slip and purr or rub himself against people like a creepy cat.

Phantom also had this mysterious allure to humans. Sam and Tucker let him know after the three came across the Phan Club led by his old classmates. Paulina wanting to marry him wasn't a one-time thing. Almost all his classmates wanted to marry Phantom because a part of him influenced their attraction.

Halfas were like that.

Frostbite said halfas were close to sirens and that annoyed him more than anything.

His ghost side wasn't mansplain, manipulate but rather manwhore. At least with enough exposure, people developed immunity to his allure, so Danny ignored all the love-struck eyes made at him.

Danny still very clearly remembered coming back for his junior year, walking into the hallways and causing multiple jaws to drop.

Sam and he had broken up at the beginning of the summer, so she only blinked at his sudden appearance, but Tucker had been blindsided.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but you look delicious"

Danny had fallen for him just a little for that alone.

The two of them dated all junior year with Sam's blessing but agreed they were better as friends by the end. It was awkward, but the three got past that, spending senior year snickering as various people tried to ask Danny out.

Danny was petty enough to admit he enjoyed turning them down, citing their past treatment of him as a "never going to happen". Breaking the hearts of the A-listers was a special kind of joy, especially Dash.

After taking the time with Elle to further develop his ghost side, he hadn't realized the big difference between him and the other halfas.

Vlad's accident case him to form over time, after getting ecto-acne, and the years he spent in the hospital were him repeatedly dying only to be brought back seconds after, by the ectoplasm forced into his face. It is no wonder he lost his sanity and became violently obsessed with his parents.

In the creation of Dan, Vlad's mind had finally been accessible to his human side again. The future Vlad was more mellow sure, has taken him in with a kind heart but that was because he had been more human then ghost. The ghost side no longer had his parents around so its vengeance was no longer needed ans it cleared up the maddness.

It was like his image of a human hand been painted over by his ghost. It didn't blend.

Jazz had realized this, and then after speaking to his parents, they vowed to help him. Surprisingly it worked, and now Vlad was not a fruitloop. Unfortunately he may be something far worse.

Vlad was now his parents' boyfriend. Ugh. It didn't help that it had been Vlad that given his parents a grant all these years, who had taken care of the family from afar, and that he was a gentle soul. Jack had named him godfather of his son because they grew up together and had always know the sweetheart hidden within.

His coming back from the dead madness had rekindled old feelings, and his mom admitted she had felt something for him too.

Ew.

Ellie was influenced by her ghost side too. She was a clone, but her core form first, and unlike the other failed clones, she was more like a ghost who learned to be human. She gave in more to her spirit urges, only really eating and sleeping because she thought they were fun. Her ghost was painted over by her human side, but it was a well balanced collage.

Danny was a single painting with two figures side by side.

Since his accident perfectly split his two parts his human side kept his ghostly influence at bay until he was about sixteen, where slowly but surely, he allowed his two pieces to start to fuse.

That's why Dan had gone off the deep end when separated from his human side. There was nothing hold his urge to protect after his loved one's death and his ghost part saw his human half trying to get rid of him as betrayal, so it reacted by betrayung his protective obsession- by destroying everything it could and eating Vlad's ghost only fueled his crazy.

There had been times when both his ghost side and human side were separated that didn't cause this. When he was spilt by Fenton Ghost Cather, his ghost side took the responsibility while his human became even lazier than average. That didn't mean they had different personalities, just that some aspects of themselves were futher away.

It was like his soul multiplied rather then broken. It's why he was able to stay sane, he didn't reject any part of him.

It just didn't help with their fusing his ghost was affecting humans and him. He now had to deal with even more love-struck eyes. Worse, according to Vlad and Frostbite, Danny was now entering his mating stage, and he was honest to Acients nesting.

The building next door that he had bought and developed to have decent-sized cubicles with warm beds meant to house the homeless was now mostly occupied by children.

Phantom was almost always purring, seeing street kids slowly move in. He offered them food, work, a roof, and warm water. The cubicles could be considered dorm rooms-a bed, desk, and small cabinets that were savage from other kids who sold them to Danny enough for them to walk into and sleep when it turned dark. Some leave in the morning, others stay, but Danny doesn't mind.

Maybe that's why Peter hated him so much. Alvin was weak to Phantom's charm and Danny knew a thing or two about older siblings trying to protect thier younger siblings from parent's bigotry.

Jazz made a face when ghost hunters got near him before the reveal. They weren't in danger anymore, but knowing that and relaxing around what they saw a threat were two very different things.

Peter and Alvin Draper appeared a month or so after the whole Scarecrow's incident. He didn't mean to run into the supervillain, knocking the man over in the middle of his villian monologue.

He had been too busy trying to get Sam and Tucker- dated in senior year and the last two years- to agree on the main decor for their wedding. Even after they got engaged, it was still Danny who smoothed their bickering to notice that he had stop breathing again.

Sometimes he forgot.

It took the guy stuffing a needle into his arm, the liquid already being cleansed by his ectoplasm before fully settling in his bloodstream, to realize this wasn't another Gotham citizen casually wearing a gas mask.

This was the reason people wear gas masks.

He punched the creep away from him, effectively allowing the heroes to lock him up. But in doing so, he put all his goons out of work. He hadn't known until two days later Andres had nervously walked into his bakery with a resume.

Andres had been the Scarecrow's right-hand man trying to get money for his dying mother, who had cancer. Danny didn't know what to do with a guy whose only valuable skill at a bakery was speaking Spanish but if he wanted to get out of life of crime then who was he to stop him?

His resume was impressive, but it was mostly how to handle illegal chemicals and torture, so Danny set him up as his cashier and co-baker. A few days later, Andres had carefully suggested other goons from Scarecrow's crew who needed jobs, and Danny found himself fully staffed that same day.

More people began visiting him for work, and Danny didn't what to do with them half the time.

Sighing, he placed the newest batch of ecto-cookies in a box for Manolo to take to his mother. The kid is rocking on his heels by the entrance. He is new to the streets after getting thrown out by his mother's ex, but now that she was cleaning up her addiction, Danny hoped he wouldn't be seeing him around the streets as often.

"Peter is going to shoot you," Andres said, looking at the man with the streak of white in his hair practically foaming at the mouth when he saw the small boy arrive for his delivery run. "Want me and the boys to take care of him?"

Danny glanced up to catch Alvin ducking his head, face a healthy red hue. The guy had been staring at him again, which meant Peter was being overprotective again.

"No" He tells Andres, putting the boxes in a little red wagon for the boy to tug around. "I'll handle him."

He walked by the brothers, Alvin already trying to sneak a box away. Danny quickly moved the wagon away from him. When there was nothing to cleanse, ectoplasm worked like a potent energy drink, and honestly, Alvin did not need more of a reason to get less sleep.

Alvin pouted when his chance to steal a cookie failed.

Cute Thought Danny

Our children will be gorgeous Responded Phantom Make Alvin mate.

Danny ignores Phantom to smile at Manolo. He slips into Spanish, quickly crouching down to be at eye level. "Hi buddy. How is the new sweater treating you?"

Manolo's dimple shows as he pulls the sleeves over his palms. "It's warm. I like how fluffy it is."

Phantom cooed, and a soft purr escaped him before Danny clamped down on the sound. "I'm glad. Ready for another day of deliveries?"

"Yes!" The ten year old chirps snapping the list of names and address out of Danny's hand. The baker laughs, pulling our his wallet.

"I know I can count on you, so I'll pay you upfront. If anyone gives you tips, you can keep them," He says, handing the boy five hundred. Manolo beams, pocketing the money and scurrying away with his wagon.

I want a baby Phantom whines

I'll eat a bagel later, Danny promises.

( Part 1 ) (Part 3)

[kujakumai]

On the subject of being good with children, which characters do you think WOULD be good babysitters?

YUGIOH CHARACTERS AS BABYSITTERS, RANKED

TOP PICKS:

Seto Kaiba runs an entire company dedicated exclusively to safely entertaining children, and unless his parks are getting continually sued I believe he knows how. Your kindergartner is not only safe with him but will probably leave knowing how to play chess and write in C++. He may allow them to play with knives, but only if they're 9 or over, plus he has all the emergency numbers on speed-dial.

Hiroto Honda babysits his niblings on the regular. Can warm a bottle and change a diaper. A level-headed and practical guy. He’ll be fine as long as his friends don't drag him into a horrible game-themed deathtrap. Don't ask why that caveat exists.

Rishid Ishtar is safe, experienced, has dad energy, however he will crumple like wet paper at the first sign of conflict re: ice cream for dinner / no bedtime / blood-soaked cross-country quest for revenge / an extra episode of cartoons over the screentime limit.

Ishizu Ishtar would make a great babysitter. I don't really have a quirky joke here she just would.

"MAYBE"S

Jonouchi used to watch his little sister and I think he'll do about as well as any other teenager you're paying minimum wage, and with a lot of earnest enthusiasm. Your child will be fine at the end of the night, though they will probably have eaten some junk food and played a T rated videogame.

I do not think Atem would know what to do with a baby, and may panic about it, though if you have an older child he will be happy to offer a rousing speech and some deep-voiced mentorlike advice while teaching them to play board games. Not a bad choice, just try not to leave him with anyone under seven.

Yugi knows zilch about kids and often appears a little annoyed by them. Same general rules as Atem--do not leave him with a baby, but he'll probably just teach an older kid to play shogi or something.

Mai Kujaku will put the kid in front of the television and order pizza while she paints her nails. Honestly, though, what more are you paying her for?

Listen, I love Anzu. I do. She’s smart, driven, and big-hearted, but she is also sort of short-tempered and impatient, and patience is like 90% of child-rearing. Please do not ask Anzu Mazaki to watch your children. She WILL say yes because she needs the money, and she WILL go into it with optimism and gumption, and yes, both she and your child will both be in one piece at the end of the night, but it will be clear from both of their frazzled expressions that she lost most of her sanity an hour in after the fifth "Why?"

DEFINITELY NOT

Ryou Bakura would in theory be a perfectly good, if kind of spacey, babysitter, but you cannot trust him to remain Ryou Bakura, and the other guy is definitely not someone you want anywhere near your children.

I don't think Marik Ishtar has ever interacted with a child for very long and the number of people he talks to that are even his own age is in the single digits. And he is definitely not getting spat on or dealing with any bathroom stuff. I'm not saying he can't figure it out but the learning curve is going to be steep.

I have to put Yami Bakura here in principle and yet for some reason I think it wouldn't go that bad? I mean he definitely doesn't care about the safety of your child. And he may enlist them to the armies of darkness. And he's not cleaning anything up. But he's like, a weird socially awkward over-the-top guy? And children love those? Honestly I think they would both have fun. For at least an hour until everything goes horribly wrong.

Please do not summon Zork Necrophades to babysit your child.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

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[legobiwan]

I know we've all been talking about revisiting the Super Mario Brothers Supershow since the release of the movie, but as a Super Mario Brothers 3 cartoon enthusiast, I would like to give you all a compelling list of insane reasons you should go watch this on YouTube right this instant:

The opening theme kind of slaps.

A lot of people get turned into dogs for some reason???

George Bush (Sr) ends up kidnapped by the Koopas and sent to the bottom of the ocean? Which, honestly, may have been the best outcome for 90s American politics.

Peach is into surfing and has an implied fling with some California stereotype surfer dude on Hawaii. Get it, Peach.

You want de-aging tropes? Baby Mario and Luigi? Get 'em here.

Luigi is sent to seduce Wendy Koopa and succeeds. (This is Mario's plan, meaning Mario has utter faith in his brother's natural rizz). You have to watch this for Luigi's voice change, it's incredible.

Speaking of seduction, Luigi is mistaken for a 1,000 year-old mummy's husband. Mario is mistaken for...their son.

Yes, the brothers get into a BLOWOUT fight and it's amazing. Mario ends up brainwashed by Ludwig's mind-control device and the brothers have a very brief altercation.

I don't what the deal is with the Mario franchise and brainwashing/possession/mind control, but in a separate episode, Luigi and Bowser fight over a mind-controlling music box.

Peach is apparently a big Milli Vanili fan (you have to love the 90s) and rope Mario and Luigi into going to a concert in the Real World. Look at these two DORKS compared to Peach, who is effortlessly fashionable. (Granted, Toad gave them bad intel, but I don't think either brother has been "cool" in his entire life).

NERDS.

Mario ends up with a case of PTSD after almost drowning. I wish I was kidding, but this episode goes kind of hard if you think about it. (Not to mention the fish lady who is relentlessly pursuing him for marriage).

The Boys Do Venice.

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Bowser kidnaps Luigi as bait. It works.

I'm just going to leave you all with this final screenshot.

[cherubispunk]

BARK! BITE! BLEED! (PART I) - FWB!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

summary: being without is always easier when you don't know what it is to be 'with'.

a note from Lucy: heyyyy! hows it going? yes...im back with another series. Those of you waiting for cherub, its coming. I promise. hand over my heart and the other on the bible. but words have a funny habit of not wording so...tale please take the humble peace offering of slutty fwb!frankie and please dont bite my fingers off.

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wc: 5742 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n, slight noncon voyeurism, thin appartment walls, mentions of cheating, obsessive behaviour, frankie is obsessed and it is very unhealthy, toxic relationships, heavy religious imagry (come on, is this even a surpise when it comes to my writing?), age gap but not bombastic sorry chloe (reader is 21, Frankie is 27) - though not mentioned in this part, graphic smut, could be considered dubcon, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (do i need to spell it out to you not to do this?), creampie, biting, its not vore!!!! but there is something inherrently sexual in the themes of metaphorical consumption, softdom!frankie, scratching, gore imagry in the sense of a hunter prey type of thing? More of lu being dell, batshit insane, blurting words onto a google doc and praying ot makes ense when being blasted out into the void.

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“At the end of the day, a dog that’s all bark and no bite is merely a bitch. True power lies in those who don't just bare their teeth, but make you bleed when they sink in.”

Frankie was a quiet man. He would always keep to himself. Never usually stuck his nose in anyone's business unless it was for their own good. Stayed in the four walls of his own apartment he rented close to the barracks. He’d made one friend in the entire complex. You. His next-door neighbour. The only thing he knew before prying was your last name on the buzzer out front. From there it was waiting. And watching. Frankie had an obsession with observing you from his kitchen window every time you came home from work at the bar. Stood in the shroud of shadow and sheer curtain. He dug his claws in and clung to each passing conversation in the hallway, or the laundromat down the street whenever coincidence let you pop up there too. Stored each part of you that you trusted him with in his mind for safekeeping. Often caught himself staring at a particular pair of red lace panties whenever you did your laundry. 

There was one small, tiny little problem in all of this, however. Lisa. He supposed he should thank her really, because without her, he would have never moved out of the barracks in the hope of starting a life for them. He would have never met you. It was convenient, reasonably priced and he could excuse poor plumbing and heating for the fact it was close enough to his work that he didn't have to wake up any earlier than 5:30. But Lisa…oh, Lisa was Machiavelian. A conniving woman, with her heart set in thick ice, and a cold, unforgiving grip over what was hers. It made him wonder what he saw in her in the first place. Maybe he was blinded to everything but the curve of her face, or the pout of her mouth and the pant of his name as it passed her parted lips. Or there was some morbid fascination he had with her teeth as they bared to his skin and bit down. Tearing him to shreds. Either way, there was something to live for when being ripped apart by her. Something to distract from the sounds of pleasure that seeped through paper thin walls at night. Your pleasure. At the hands of a man he felt nothing compared to and knew nothing about. So he’d roll over and fuck out his frustration on the woman he hated but chose to stay with until she left him for another.  

Another day, another ache. Another pain cramping in his lower back as Frankie inched closer to thirty and still no happier. Twenty-seven, a stable-ish job…and what else in life to show for it? He was bitter. In no place to want the company of another unless only for the night. Except tonight he was alone again, pressing his key into the lock, twisting it open, closing the door behind him. And then waiting…listening. Anticipating the drag of his hand south over the plane of his abdomen to under his boxers where he’d tease himself to the sound of you with another man. The pretty whimpers you’d let slip under the weight of another man's skin and bone, and the pleasure flooding the gaps of your synapses. 

Only this time there were no cries for more. No whimpers, or moans. No. These sounds were shouts. And anger ignited you as you rampaged through your apartment on the other side of the wall, getting dressed as Mark, the man you’d wasted months on, chased after you in pursuit of your forgiveness. 

“Who do you think I am?’ Frankie heard through the wall, pressing his ear to cold plaster with bated breath. Your voice was shrill, seething with the intent to carve into Mark’s skin with an onslaught of verbal mutilation. Have the words mark him with bleeding, weeping shame. “No, really? You think I’d never figure it out, Mark? Am I naïve to you?” 

He slipped out of bed with careful stealth: Followed the sound of your voice through the wall, walking with his ear pressed to it before the sound of your front door opening made him jump, stepping back for a second. He blinked, once, twice…then raised his hands to plaster again and leaned closer, ears straining to hear what was now distance shrieking from the hallway outside. Which he followed to his front door. Listening intently behind the wood.

As he held his breath until his lungs burned in his chest, something flared up in Frankie. A desperate, wanting, starving need to swoop in. Be your knight in shining armour. The words were stuck in his throat, and if he wasn’t careful, they would choke him blue. But if he knew even a shred about you, it was that you’d hate that just as much as whatever it was Mark had done to you to have you tossing him out in the early evening. You were a private person. A woman who never appreciated prying ears or eyes. You avoided all his questions about your past whenever he asked. Swerved him off topic and into the hedgerow before he had a chance to blink and realise he had the backhand of whiplash. And if he let it slip once that the walls were thin, there was no telling where your quick mind would jump to next. Frankie never knew why or what made you so guarded. But he imagined one day you bit the hand of god and he stopped feeding you. 

Frankie’s heart was thumping to the beat of his anxiety in his throat, making it harder to swallow the lump it formed, clammy palms pressed to the cool wood with the rest of him. 

“You’re a sick man!” He heard, followed by a thumping of something being thrown, then a yelp out of Mark as Frankie guessed he was dodging whatever it was you threw his way. Shoes, maybe? Something else? “A coward! So get out. Don't call. Don’t come knocking. And tell your fucking wife!” 

A shuffling of ashamed feet. A slam of your front door. Clattering around behind shared walls. Then silence. 

It was five minutes of silence. But it felt like the seconds within those intervals were put on the rack and stretched in torture. Five minutes that he should have used to step back from his door but didn't. He just prayed there was more of you to have to himself for a second. 

Then the descent of knuckles came beating down on his door. Causing his heart to jolt out in his chest then plummet into his stomach. Twisting his insides into knots that made him sick with intrigue. He took a step back. And a breath. Then waited a second before opening the door to find you stood there in a silly little lace hemmed tank top and sleep shorts. Your hair dishevelled and cheeks flushed. He opened his mouth to speak, but found the words stuck to the backs of his teeth and the roof of his mouth like soggy, claggy toffee. So he shut up, grateful you cut him off first. 

“We’re having a bonfire. So whatever shit Lisa left here, bring it with you. My door will be open. I’ll be on my balcony.” And you left him with nothing but that. Stomping back down the hall in a flurry of your anger. 

Frankie stood there, feet practically glued to the floor, fingers curling in on his palms as his blunt nails pressed into already calloused flesh. And an image of you, teeth bared to him like Lisa’s once were, appeared in his mind. An apparition of hurt, torment and his own vulnerability. But it was too late. His feet moved before his mind could and he was already collecting the things of his ex-girlfriend who had wronged him time and time again, stuffing them into his arms in a bundle of broken memory, anguish and lingering hurt. 

He found you standing by a metal bin of a man's belongings. The odd t-shirt, pictures of your face next to his, smiles happy and bright with the joy of a relationship you never expected to cave in. In your hand was a packet of cigarettes you'd told him in the passing of a hallway’s conversation that you’d quit, but evidently not. And a crumpled, misshapen box of matches. In the other was a bottle of Whiskey. The brand Mark insisted on liking and you’d bought him for a birthday present. A present he’d never receive because he was as dead to you as the day was long. 

“I thought you quit.” He said, trying to start a conversation that hit a dead end pitifully quickly. 

“Toss it on.” You mumbled dismissively with a jerk of your head to the pile, eyes glued to Mark’s belongings, washing down your bitter words with an even more bitter swig of drink. 

Frankie complied wordlessly from there, dumping the contents of his arms on top of the photos and clothes, stepping back while you poured a generous amount of the liquor on top. A seasoning of fuck you not farewell to the people you’d shared your life with and would thankfully never cross paths with again. He took the bottle from you when you pressed it into his chest, taking a drink and grimacing at the taste. It wasn't smooth. It was almost sour, with a kickback that burned too much to be pleasurable as it passed down the column of his throat in a thick swallow. His thoughts trickled in from there as he read the label and glanced at you. He wanted to get you drunk. Get you to slip up. Let yourself be taken for once.

You both watched, deadfaced, as you struck a match, used it to light a cigarette and then tossed it in the bin as memories curled up under heat. The alcohol setting the blaze up in a satisfying roar of good riddance. 

He thought it was a little strange. How you’d come to him. Yes, you were friends. But the type of friend that only ever conversed between life events. In the empty limbo of hallways and laundromats. Not burning things on your balcony in the hope the heat will melt your heart back together, It was a little late for that. Stone doesn’t melt. And the two of you had hearts of set concrete from the turn of events you’d experienced. Encased in the cage of bone that would no longer open to another unless broken in two and forced apart. So you slid down the brick wall, knees bent to your chest while you smoked. The flame flickering a violent xanthous, ochre and scarlet. 

He joined you on the floor, passing back the bottle. The two of you side by side, and it only just occurred to Frankie how lonely he was now. But how terrified of intimacy he was. Intimacy of a level deeper than skin/ The both of you wordless, silent as the decaying dead of night. Only the crackle of fire between you and a sniff for your nose as the evening air nipped it and made it run. So to distract yourself, you condemned your tongue to bad liquor, chasing it with a drag of your cigarette and a grimace,

“God, this is shit.” You scoffed. 

“Not a hard liquor gal?” He chuckled, turning his head to glance at you out the corner of his eyes before the flame had his eyes attention again. 

“More of a wine person, really. But even I can tell this is shit.” And you gestured to the bottle in your hand, reading over the label and sighing. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, inflicting another taste upon himself when he took it out of your grasp. “It is.”

Silence again. Not awkward for you who preferred your own company to others, but for him, who had been watching you begging for an in, it was clawing at his insides like a starved animal would at the walls of its enclosure. 

“So…” He drew out, and you had to bite back an amused smile. 

“What?” 

Frankie found himself staring in trance at your side profile, with the same fascination you honed in on the flickering flame. He thought in silence for a second. Asking himself the same question. 

"How long did you date Mark for?" He asked. The name made him grimace as if it tasted sour in his mouth. Like he had to spit it out with disgust in every syllable for fear of it burning.

"Six months." Another awkward, off beat pause followed as he nodded. Then asked again. 

“Did you love him?”

"No." You said flat out. But your words were honest and brutal to the man you let in then kicked out. 

Frankie found himself suffocating a sigh of relief in his own ribs. They pinched slightly with an attempt of something profound to be felt. Like a child who had stumbled upon a strangely twisted shell at the beach. "Have you ever loved anyone?"

You turned to him, tilting your head. But Frankie couldn't tell if it was annoyance or respect for the bravery he had on asking you such personal questions. "What is this? Keeping Up With The Kardashians?"He held up his hands in quick defence, backing down. 

“I’m just trying to get to know you.”

"There isn't anything to know except for the fact I'm pissed off." You muttered. “And I figured you would be too, considering the argument I heard a couple nights ago through the wall of my kitchen."

Frankie felt his face go pale, then heat up in the apples of his cheeks. "Oh. So you heard that?" The way your cigarette smouldered as you spoke was the only movement on the narrow balcony. So you did know the walls were thin. It made him wonder what else you knew. If you knew how he strained to listen through plaster and drywall each night. 

"Oh, I heard it alright.” You smirked, finding sick pleasure in the way he seemed to squirm. “Something about Lisa finding you...'dull behind the eyes'." Frankie watched as you rolled your eyes and doubled back on your standing in the argument, "If you're going to insult someone, at least be creative about it. ``Give them a good reason to cut it loose." You were like a pendulum to him. But one that spun in clockwise, then anticlockwise circles, instead of oscillating back and forth. Unpredictable in a way that both horrified and intrigued him. 

"Dull?" He had to laugh in disbelief, "I am not dull."

You smiled to yourself at that, leaning your head back against the brickwork. Ready to shatter his lie with a flick of your sharp tongue. "You are dull, Frankie. You get up. Go to work. Come back. You do your laundry every Sunday— and I know that because so do I. Your car is always in the exact same spot next to mine. Without fail. Now, you can put all down to ‘strict military regime’, but the bitter truth is," You looked him in the eye, your cig hanging from your lips as you showed him the satisfied grin pulling at your mouth, "you are dull. We all are. We work, we grind, we cry because we work. You ache to the marrow and you get stabbed in the back. And you're begging on your damn knees to bite the hand that feeds you. But if you do, then you starve.”

Frankie had never had his own fear served to him by such a beautiful devil before. And he wished, with all he had left in him that Lisa hadn’t taken or ruined, that you were wrong. It made him want to cave into himself to protect what little he had left. Snarl like a wounded bitch as he held back from others to lick his wounds. Maybe offer it to you and beg you to take it off his hands. But how could he argue when you were practically holding up a mirror to his own eyes? "I hate that you're right." He said in solemn downcast bereavement. And watched the cloud of smoke float silently in front of your face to obscure the very mouth that let him have it in such careful, exact slicing words. The blade of your knife was sharpened to a paper thin point. Now stained with his body’s red. 

"There are very few things I'm wrong about. Regardless of that, it's a simple formula and easy to understand.”

“And what is it?” He asked, but regretted it for he knew his heart might not be able to take much more. Not that he showed it. This whole exchange his brow hadn’t folded into a single crease. 

“Two things in life are certain: Death. And taxes. You work to pay your taxes, and you die from working."

"That's a pretty pessimistic way of looking at things."

"Life is pessimistic." You shot back with amusement, intently staring in a fixed trance at the pile of burning memories. The last warmth it offered was metaphorically and literally its own destruction. Irony, as Frankie pointed out to himself in his crawling mind. "It crucifies you, and burns you...until you curl in on yourself at the corners and turn to ash." 

The conversation had reached a level of solemnity he hadn’t expected, but he’d be a liar if he didn't admit to sinking his claws in yet again. His teeth might come next if you gave him the sweet chance. 

You were quiet after that. Both of you were. The remnants of a fire that symbolised how Mark was no longer relevant in your life, and neither Lisa in his. If he thought Lisa was machiavellian, the word had new meaning now. But like with her, it drew him in and snared him into blissful trance. It was the type of blind faith you pin to a deity in the sky. The type that you never see but are forced and gaslit into believing because it's shoved down your throat from a young age. You were not his savour. He knew that in the pit of his very existence, the eye of the storm in his gut.

He would be crucified by you. 

“You’re a real ray of sunshine, you know that?”

"Aw." You pouted in mock appreciation, pressing a hand to your chest. "Thank you." 

Frankie afforded himself the pleasure of laughing at that. As cynical as it all was, it was real. You had just dared to say the quiet hushed parts out loud for him to digest. Though he felt like he was choking on it more than swallowing it. Regardless, he pushed it down to find confidence in himself and prod further. 

“You keep doing that.” 

“What?” “That.” Frankie pointed to all of you with a gesture absent of any direction, as if it was obvious. He watched as you tilted your head and scrunched your face a little. That crease in your brow…how it would haunt him in future. He felt like the prey. He was torn between wanting you to hunt him slowly so he could feel something at your hand, agony or not. Or asking you to do it quickly so he doesn't have to pursue through the bitter aftertaste. 

“I’m not following.” 

“You do this thing…where you turn conversations on their head. I feel like I'm getting whiplash.” He forced out a chuckle to make it seem like he was playing through with humour. But his words were genuine under the lace disguise of jest. You really did confuse him. You had his string of thought in knots. Complicated ones. “Why?” 

Your eyes narrowed at the question. “You’re trying to figure me out.” 

“Why shouldn’t i?”

"Because I'm not the distraction you need." You bit, almost like a warning. And Frankie would have listened if he wasn't so hellbent on breaking in. No matter how hostile, how feral, he'd take the time to tame the caged, battered, abused animal. 

“Maybe not.” He agreed, twisting his upper body to face you. It’s important to understand that what Frankie felt wasn’t love. At least, not how he’d experienced it in the past. This was an infatuation birthed by the fruit of lust forbidden to act upon until now. “But you’re the one I want.” With those words came a darkness in his eyes. The kind that reminded you of floods and tempests in biblical art. You were that tempest, with swollen grey clouds and a hammering of thunder ringing in his ears. Laughing as you crashed him onto rocks while he swam helplessly with little energy to the shore. Only to be shoved back with another crushing wave that cut through flesh and met bone with a chill like ice. “Just because we’re sad and miserable, doesn’t mean we have to give up a good time.” His instincts were buried before. Rolling in their grave at the chance to touch you. So he pressed his palms to the lid of the coffin and pushed. Reaching out to trace a delicate line along the angle of your jaw. His eyes were drawn to the soft plush of your lips and how they parted ever so slightly. “I want a distraction, baby.” 

He had you where he wanted you. And the liquor mixing thick with your blood had inhibition slipping through your fingers. His breath was hot on your lips. Needy to be paid attention to.

“Would it be worth my while?” You challenged, ignoring eye contact for now. Instead looking to his lips for the lies. 

“You don’t think I could satisfy you?” He smirked, lifting your chin with a single thick finger curled underneath and the pad of his thumb swiping slowly over your bottom lip. “I’ll do better than anyone else could.”

“Sounds like an awful lot of confidence you have there. At the end of the day, a dog that’s all bark and no bite is just a bitch.” 

Frankie chuckled at that. A deep rumble that rattled the bones that protect the hollow hole in his chest. “Come on…let me have a taste.” 

He didn’t wait for a reply. He took the silence and the glimmer of ‘i dare you’ in your eyes, pressing his lips to yours to consume you. Devour you whole. They took their time in sinking together and suctioning your lower lip into his mouth. Then his tongue dared to venture forward past parted lips to lick into your mouth and taste the backs of your teeth.

First, you let go of trepidation to take a hold of him. The roots of his hair and the back of his neck, fingers curled like talons. After, you let go of all else. The thoughts scratching the back of your skull, the headache that blistered before by the inferno calmed down and you were forced to focus on him alone as he took a handful of your hips and lifted you up to his lap to roll into him like a steady tide. 

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt to your room, clothes left in a scattered flurry along the way. Breadcrumbs to pick up later and either regret or laugh at. He unhinged your jaw to let slip your airy moan as his hands travelled south to meet the seam of your cunt. All else fell into place when he circled your clit with two fingers to start the first loop of the knot in your belly. A warmup for the act of sin, and need, and wanting. Whatever god there was should have never been prayed to in the first place. And Frankie knew it now that he was damned to hell from the first parting of your thighs for his wandering hand. His teeth were ready for sinking as he gathered your legs and hooked them over his shoulders to walk open mouthed, spit decorated kisses down the trunk of your navel. Pressing his nose into your mound. The must of your cunt making his eyes light up as he stared at the bob of your throat when you swallowed sharply. Head rolled back to the pillow. His tongue glided into your folds for the first lick. Making a hot wet stripe of a path from your asshole to your clit. He used the tip of his tongue to circle it and glide lover to curl into your quivering hole. Drawing out the taste. The beckoning gesture of his tongue gathering your taste in his senses. A thumb following suit to roll the bud of your clit under it, his nose clumsy as it bumped into it too. Obsessing over the tang of your arousal, thick in shine over his lips the scruff of his chin.

Your thighs clamped over his ears that were red. The heat made your own skin burn. Dark curls of his hair whispering against their insides as he continued to devour you from the seam. And your orgasm– it burned bright after the first fizzle. Made your eyes scrunch closed as he pulled it from you with hand and tongue. What was used for his words had yours spilling from parted lips like a puppet. A vessel for him to carry pleasure through. It had you toppling over into oblivion. The abyss. 

With bones brittle and hollowed like a bird you were fine to be dead weight as he ascended your body again. Folding you in half with your legs still bent over his shoulders. He traced the jut of your collarbone with the blunt edges of his teeth. How he wished they’d be sharp to sink deeper. But you were grateful as it would be easier for him to not draw blood and see the inside of you ran red like all the others. It was easy to not be human. It was easy to not show emotion and weakness. 

“Feel that?’ he panted against your goosebump pebbled skin, and you nodded. You did. It was the promise to feel desired and not broken. And not maimed beyond repair by another person you let in. Another person you built yourself up to prepare to love, to only have the rug pulled from under your feet and the brickwork clatter to the ground. It was the same promise to him. And the desire that ran thick in his blood made his pulse thrum heavy under its weight. Its intrusion hot under his lust scorched skin.  

“Yeah.” 

“Imma make it go away for you, baby.” he promised with a kiss to the hollow of your throat below its column, between your clavicle. And it was anything but empty. It was full. And round, and swollen with something deeper in his ribs that ached to be let loose. Breathed to fill you too. “I’ll make it all go away.”

His hips pressed flush to yours and the drag of neatly groomed hair sent a shockwave through your clit and up your rattling spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. Setting off blazing fireworks in your mind for just a second before he started a slow drag. It was a stretch that stung. But pain was comfort if it had pleasure hot on its heels like an obedient dog. Ironic how you feared men like him, who seemed so eager to please and let themselves in uninvited. But you took it willingly this time because you needed to forget for a single second about the heart that bled under flesh and bone in the cage of your ribs. 

His cock was thick, full and curved up into the part of you that you couldn't have reached even if you tried. He slotted into your heat like he was meant to stay there. And that alone made you want to scream for him to give in and not relent so you could be ignorant to the way it seemed divine. The roll of his hips kicked up in pace and soon he was hunched over you. Strong arms rippled with muscle from brutal training since the age of eighteen bracing himself on either side of your head. The feeling of him curling his hips into you made you burn. It sent a tumble of a moan from your lips through the breathless pant of his name. A name he never thought you'd call in the tangle of your sheets. But the burning need to give you what he had wanted all this time ate at him. It ripped the flesh fresh off his bone and left him bleeding into you. 

Frankie’s eyes misted over when the chain that hung from his neck slipped over your chin and you bought the metal of his dog tags between your teeth. Biting down. It feels better biting down anyway. And the cool of the metal on your hot tongue made your head swim. Looking him in his eyes and daring him deeper. So his lips pressed into a firm line, and your nails raked down his back to leave raised red lines in their wake. Tracing new paths over the old map of scar tissue. Marking new land and territory. The air between you hung heavy with the heat of exhales. And blew with the shared moan you indulged in when it coiled in your belly. The cradle of your hips accommodated his cock as it stretched the tightness of your walls. Your slick arousal giving way to fluidity of otherwise rabid motion. Starving.  

When on his tongue, you were alive. Inside you he breathed again with the clutch of your cunt around him. Warm and beating, and thrumming quickly like a hummingbird's wings. A squatter temporarily camped up in the crack between two ribs. Where thick muscle shuddered with breath. You believed something in you was worth loving. But you also knew for it to be found you'd have to be flayed alive. 

The crash of his hips into yours aided in the symphony of sex, and filled the four walls painted but void of personal belongings. If he were on the other side of them he'd be jealous. But now he was here, he was alive. Beating hearted and thriving. And any god, saint, angel or divinity could watch and weep as he finally had what he wanted. What he might have needed in order to restore his humanity that lay dormant for so long. He was trying to crack you open so he could lick up what lay inside you. Gather it up in his arms like the greedy wolf, lambs gore, blood and flesh, between fangs of his lower jaw. Have the muscle pulsing between his teeth. But he wouldn't. So for now he'd settle for the flesh on show. The mound of your panting breast that he pressed into his open mouth. The flat of his tongue pressing greedily to your nipple. Before his lips pinched together and pulled the left pert. Switching to do the same for the right. Not leaving an inch of you untouched. Because he had his chance now. And who knew when he'd get another. So he relished in what he was spared and he would take it with him to the grave. Dream of it on his deathbed if this killed him. Or if something else did. Regardless. This would run through his mind until his last heavy and troubled breath. 

“That's it.” he murmured into your breast. “Take it. Take it, baby. Take me..” 

Your back arched, strung tight like a bow ready to fire. Spine curled up into the heat of his mouth and he bit down again on the swell of your breast. Wanting to take its entire weight into his mouth and have it rot and smear into his tongue. The fizzle of nerve endings reached the tips of your curling toes. The heels of your feet digging into the planes of his scapula to press him closer in the burning of your young orgasm. 

“Come on. Let me see you come.” Frankie demanded in a breathless growl as he stared you down with his eyes.  The hue of his irises almost devoured by black of pupil. Your jaw unhinged to let rip a silent scream. Feeling that sharp coil snap, and a numbness fill your aching core before your toes curl in pleasure. He helped you ride it out with his cock fucking into your tight weeping cunt while you sang out his name in a chorus of moans, whimpers and cries. Letting go utterly as a rush filled you, lighting you up like dry kindling under your skin. The pulsating of your walls around his length had his hips faltering for just a moment, twitching within your sopping cunt. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he let out a deep guttural groan, closing in on skin with teeth again. Spilling inside you, the mix of your slick with his cum painting you white like the searing heat of pleasure between you. He leaves the last of his load with you by fucking it deeper. Three, sharp, punctuated thrusts. 

He lay flat above you while he awaited the comedown from his catharsis. The tingle down his spine sputtered out in a haze of slowburn afterglow. Eyes closed and face buried into the crook of your perspiring neck. Panting together. Hit tongue forgot for a second to shape your name the way it sounded, but with a sharp inhale, the air surged his mind. 

“I suppose this is the part where I leave?” He mumbled, pulling back from your skin. His time had come and ended. The two of you now sat back to the world of hallway and laundromat limbo. He sighed through his nose when you nodded. And he did the same, pressing his lips into a thin line. 

Frankie gathered his clothes up, putting them on slowly one by one. Drawing out the ache of being alone again by lingering in your presence. 

“Come back tomorrow.” You said. Not asked. He nodded, still facing the door. Then twisted the handle and left an empty space in your apartment where he had once been. 

[fomee-c]

Adventure Time has the best redemption arcs

I love deep-diving into my favourite shows, which makes me lucky that Adventure Time has been analyzed to death.

It's awesome because it feels like the show itself is growing up along with Finn. The older seasons are a lot more episodic and focused on the surreality of Ooo. Meanwhile, the later seasons really embrace the show's complicated lore and the idea that morality isn't black and white. The progression of maturity in this one show is INSANE. As the show becomes more mature, so does main character Finn, physically and emotionally.

Nowhere are the show's themes and Finn's personal growth better demonstrated through the show's use of redemption arcs. As the show progresses, classical villain-hero archetypes are subverted to show that Finn is learning that people aren't exclusively good or bad. As the show and Finna age, being a hero or doing the right thing evolves from the basic idea of "fighting evil" to being empathetic and seeking peace.

Heavy spoilers for the main series after the cut.

Some context

I just wanna mention some facts about the show's history.

If you watch the first AT episode followed by the last episode, you're gonna feel disoriented. They're clearly the same show, but it feels like they have very different goals. Early AT is more lighthearted and less serious. The episodes have morals, but they're pretty simple. The randomness of Ooo is played more for comedy than for lore purposes.

Around season 5, the show started taking on a different direction. It's still funny and weird, but the characters are more fleshed out and the messages the show is trying to convey require a lot of digestion. For example, Princess Bubblegum is always smart, but the way she's depicted in episodes like"Enchiridion" vs "Burning Low." Although I consider this a massive improvement, it's unclear how much was pre-planned. Was PB always destined to become a control-obsessed, unethical ruler-scientist? Or was her initial characterization just Finn's crush?

Yes.

Episodes as early as season 1 ep 24 ("What have you done?") show PB acting more like a tyrant than a princess and have the Ice King depicted in a less antagonistic matter. The reason for the tonal shift in the later season is that as Finn grows up, his experiences change the way he perceives reality.

Ooo through Finn's eyes

Adventure Time is about Finn the human and Jake the dog, but really it's mostly about Finn.

The other characters get character arcs and have plot-relevant conflicts, but the show's main focus is dedicated to Finn's coming-of-age story. Finn is Ooo's hero: he's social, caring, and brave, and he's motivated by a strong sense of justice and a desire for adventure. All he wants is to try new things and help others at any cost.

However, he's only 12, at least at the beginning. His idea of being a hero is rooted in black/white morality. If you do bad things, then you're bad. Stopping bad people makes you good. And as a 12-year-old, he believes the only way to stop bad people is through violence.

The show is immature in this respect, too. For the first few seasons, there are two main antagonists. There's the recurring Ice King and his plots to force princesses to marry him, playing off the "save the princess" trope (more on him later). And then there's the Lich, who's a genuinely powerful cosmic entity that seeks to destroy life in all its forms. Naturally, Finn fights them both off through righteous punching.

The show presents this basic understanding of evil, that evil is as evil does. In the beginning, there's almost no nuance to these characters. And this is true with good characters, too.

Billy is a huge catalyst for Finn's character development, but you can see the show's limited understanding of heroism in his debut episode. Billy is Finn's predecessor in a way, being the number one fighter against evil. In "His Hero," Billy realized the fighting evil through violence didn't treat the root problem, opting instead for community activism. However, the show makes this look like a bad thing, with the moral of the episode being that violence can solve problems. Ironically, Finn's character development mirrors Billy, as he realizes over time that he fighting evil might mean hurting people he cares about. Case in point: Simon Petrikov, the Ice King.

The power of redemption arcs

Redemption arcs are controversial because they're ideal but they feel forced if they go unearned. In Adventure Time, redemption arcs serve a two-fold purpose: to convey the message that "evil" people can be understood and rehabilitated and to show Finn's developing maturity as he realizes this.

Ice King

The first character to get a real redemption arc is the Ice King. Initially, he's portrayed as Jake and Finn's natural nemesis, especially when he targets Princess Bubblegum. However, as the show goes on, it becomes clear that the Ice King isn't really malicious; he's just lonely and he doesn't know how to socialize in an appropriate way. Over time, he becomes a sympathetic villain. However, this changes with the Christmas specials "Holly Jolly Secrets, parts 1 and 2." In this episode, Finn and Jake discover the Ice King used to be a man named Simon, whose personality and sanity were corrupted by magic. Simon's backstory is further developed in "I Remember You" and "Simon and Marcy." From this point on, Finn starts referring to the Ice King as Simon, acknowledging Simon's true self and stops treating him less harshly. This leads to a really heartwarming moment in "Don't Look," where Finn's perception literally warps reality, causing the IK to revert to Simon (in appearance but not in personality).

Consequently, the Ice King becomes less antagonistic in general and we even get IK-centric episodes where he takes on a heroic role. For all intents and purposes, post-season 3 Ice King is Finn's friend. The show went from using a cliché villain-type to dedicating a significant amount of time and plot to Ice King's eventual return as Simon. From this, Finn learns that treating people with kindness is imperative to stopping evil. Not only did finding out that IK's personal life was tragic but by treating him as a friend he diminished IK's evil inclinations.

Magic Man

Magic Man is one of the more disturbing characters on the show. He always shows up to do something gross or psychologically messed up. Unlike the Ice King, who was shown to be evil because he wanted companionship, Magic Man wants people to suffer out of pure contempt for the world. His "pranks" include simple stuff like turning Finn into a foot, to more deranged acts like forcing Jake to escape a dream world where doing so would mean destroying all his new friends.

What's interesting about Magic Man's redemption arc is that Finn and Jake have little to do with it. Magic Man redeems himself practically by accident.

We gradually learn that Magic Man's wife was destroyed by GOLB, a powerful entity that can erase things from all realities. So Magic Man's cruelty is best described as frustration or vengeance to an extent. He is constantly suffering, which he tries to mitigate by deriving pleasure from others' suffering.

However, he eventually loses his magic powers (and with it, his anger and sadness) in"You Forgot Your Floaties", grounding him back in reality. From then on, his journey is one of atonement. He tries to reconcile with his family and seeks forgiveness from the people he has tortured.

This arc says more about the show's maturity than it does about Finn's. Although Finn shows no hatred towards a magic-less Normal Man, he seems pretty indifferent. The show, on the other hand, takes the time to make him a tragic figure and offers him a chance at redemption. It wants the audience to know that experiencing loss is not an excuse for being a jerk, but it can explain someone's actions.

King Man's (his title after rejoining the Martian community) redemption arc also demonstrates AT's advancing writing skills. Instead of giving King Man a clear-cut redemption arc, the show depicts him as genuinely sorry without changing his personality. King Man is still obsessed with Margles and is harsh with Martian prisoners, but he's no longer angry with the world. He hasn't moved, as is difficult to do with grief, but he wants to contribute to society instead of rage against it.

Betty Grof

Betty marks a milestone in the show and Finn's personal growth. She is the first antagonist who is shown to be sympathetic from the start. It helps that we know Betty before she goes crazy with magic, but despite that, Finn nor the show ever thinks of Betty as an "evil" character. She's misguided and unethical but well-intentioned.

Betty's whole deal is that she wants to be with Simon, which requires curing him of the Ice King Crown's effects. However, after she absorbs Magic Man's madness and sadness, she starts undertaking strategies that cause Ice King more stress than good.

She becomes a true antagonist in the Elemental mini-series when she prioritizes Simon's recovery over the lives of Ooo's inhabitants, despite the Ice King begging her to save his friends. Even after she betrays Finn, he doesn't seem to see her as a villain specifically. The real source of conflict in the Elemental series was more so the unchecked emotions of Finn's friends; Betty was just an obstacle.

Betty's redemption arc is completed in the show's finale. Betty summons GOLB, risking the entire universe's destruction to save Simon. Except her goal is not only to save Simon but to save their relationship. In an act of self-sacrifice, Betty manages to banish/merge with GOLB to save Ooo, despite knowing she could never be with Simon.

However, it's not as clear as I make it out to seem. While Betty does sacrifice her relationship with Simon, she still manages to save him, begging the question: if Betty couldn't save Simon, would she have made that decision? (I'm inclined to think no, but let me know what you think!)

Even if the "redemption" part of her arc feels rushed, it's Betty's journey that highlights the show's maturity. Just because she does bad things doesn't mean she's a bad person. Finn gets this; he doesn't blame Betty for almost destroying the world. He's more focused on aligning with her desire to save Simon and the rest of Ooo.

Through Betty, Adventure Time explains that it's impossible to judge people as good or evil. To do the right thing doesn't mean to help people who you think are "good" or oppose people you think are "evil" but to find common ground and a common goal.

Uncle Gumbald

He's basically the last antagonist of the show. I don't think there's a lot to say about him that hasn't already been said, so this section will be short.

He's a lot like PB in that he's a visionary. Their conflict stems from their competing ideas and the fact that they both want to subjugate each other.

They almost reach an understanding in the finale when they experience each other's lives, with PB realizing that Gumbald deserved to be treated as an equal. However, he isn't redeemed because he attempts to subjugate PB anyways by faking a truce. I feel like this was supposed to highlight PB's character growth as early PB definitely wouldn't have been willing to share authority.

Fern

I would say this is probably the most important redemption arc for Finn's character. It's weird to say that because Fern is introduced so late into the show and his arc is completed when he dies in the last minutes of the finale. Furthermore, he's a strange character to begin with. He's a grass clone of Finn made from two magic swords, and he's hardly antagonistic toward Finn except in the last two seasons.

But let's look at what we're dealing with here.

Fern's internal conflict is an identity crisis. At one point in the series, Finn comes into contact with a past self (merging timelines situation, dw about it), turning one of his selves into a sword. It's intentionally ambiguous at first, but it's eventually revealed that there is a miniature Finn inside the sword who is cognisant of the world around him. Because of Real Finn's carelessness, Sword Finn ends up getting busted, and eventually infected with a grass parasite, creating Fern.

Up until now, Finn has been acing his new pacifist approach to conflict resolution. He now prioritizes understanding someone's actions and reasoning with them, saving fighting as a last resort.

Fern represents Finn's greatest empathy challenge: trying to understand someone he thinks he already understands. To do this, Finn has to accept that his preconceived notions of Fern are wrong and take the time to get to know the real Fern. He thinks that because they share some sort of biology and memories, they are the same people. He fails to acknowledge the different life experiences that have forged him and Fern into distinct people.

When Fern heel-turns into an antagonist, it's not a surprise. We have seen repeatedly the jealousy that he feels outcasted by the real Finn. We also know he's frustrated with the dissonance between his past "life" and his current circumstances. Like Betty, Finn doesn't see Fern as a villain. However, he doesn't try to understand where Fern is coming from. He assumes that because they are similar, Fern will be willing to talk things out. In other words, Finn wants to reconcile with Fern but doesn't get how devastating Fern's identity crisis is.

In the finale's dream-dimension fight sequence, we see Finn finally hear out Fern's concerns and the two explore Fern's past together.

Fern does die because of plot reasons, but not before re-establishing his and Finn's friendship. I don't really like it when stories sacrifice one character for another's development, but it makes sense given Finn's narrative is about realizing that doing the right thing isn't always a feel-good experience. Finn wants the people he cares about to be safe, and he knows that Fern is in danger by siding with malicious characters like Gumbald. Fern also decides to align with people who care about him rather than someone who wants to use him. If Fern's villain arc is caused by feelings of inadequacies, then it's resolved through self-acceptance. Redeeming Fern requires Finn to truly understand Fern, but this means Finn loses someone who gets him.

I think it's implied Fern could never be at peace alive, since the grass demon was keeping him alive while corrupting his heart. It's a unique take on a heroic sacrifice: setting Fern free means letting Fern go.

Misc. thoughts

Not all redemption arcs are equal. I wanted to touch on a few mini-redemption arcs that either didn't fit the post or had a lesser impact on the story. These aren't relevant to the text, so feel free to skip to the conclusion.

Irredeemable villains

Some AT antagonists never get redemption arcs. These are usually one-off villains who don't get much characterization apart from just being evil. I don't think that AT wants to imply these people are beyond help (see Magic Man for proof), but maybe becoming a good person means that someone has to understand you first, which is harder to do in some cases. Examples include:

Ricardio the heart man

Thief Princess

Wyatt

Redemption arcs?

Originally, I wanted to write a section on Princess Bubblegum and how she gradually releases her iron grip on her kingdom. However, I decided against it because Finn never really sees her as a bad person. However, understanding that she's not perfect is definitely part of her arc. If I were to write about PB, it'd have to be a separate article, probably incorporating how Marceline plays into her character development and how her relationship with evolves over time.

Another character I omitted from this analysis was Lemongrab. I wouldn't describe his arc as a redemption arc because I feel it was more focused on self-discovery than making up for his past actions.

Finally, I thought about writing about the Lich's transformation into Sweet Pea, but I almost don't count it since they are essentially two different characters. A redemption arc to me means that a character undergoes a change of heart. I feel like Sweet Pea is more like the Lich reborn, and while you can argue that the events in "Whispers" are the good Lich fighting against his dormant persona, I feel like it's clear that Sweet Pea and the Lich are not one and the same. Either way, Sweet Pea being the Lich's redemption is to muddy to discuss in this context.

Becoming good

One thing I like about Adventure Time is that no one tries to make the bad guys turn good. Redemption arcs are mostly self-initiated. With characters like Ice King, Finn doesn't try to turn him into a hero, he just stops treating Simon like a villain. Unlike in other media, heroes and villains are not real roles in AT. They are more like social constructs that are easily altered once you start to empathize with supposed villains.

But while "villains" is a flexible term in AT, evil-doing is not. AT puts forward the standard that people should seek forgiveness and atone for the ways they've caused harm. It's a pretty grown-up idea that we should own up to our actions but also forgive people who want to be forgiven.

Conclusion

In Adventure Time, Finn wants to be a hero, but in trying to do so, he needs to answer this question: "What makes a hero?" Originally, the show asserts that a hero is someone who beats up bad guys and obeys people in authority. But as Finn and the audience get older, the show's ideas evolve, too. Through the use of its extensive rogue gallery, Adventure Time affirms that "bad people" are usually just normal people with personal issues. Heroism becomes less associated with righteous violence and more geared towards empathy and reconciliation. Eventually, Finn and the show give up on the hero-villain dichotomy, acknowledging that these categorizations prevent people from helping those who need it most.

Note: this is the first analysis I've posted on Tumblr and I'm planning on writing more with the goal of getting better at writing and media literacy. Additionally, I really love this franchise and I'm always down to discuss it further. Please let me know what you all think?

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Major Update

The request will be opening soon because I'm down to like the most obscure requests that I'm actually struggling to find photos for. So in preparation of this I have to get a lot of announcements out of the way so this post might make a lot of people angry. Might make some of you happy But I need to get this out of the way before I open up the request again.

Let's start with the things that I know are going to piss people off as of right now. No. Webcomics no. Webtoons. Yes, I do know several webtoons/webcomics have been turned into anime. Those will be allowed but that's because they're anime now. Also no mechs. However, this is just for now. Remember I've only been doing this blog for maybe 3 months. So let me get more into the groove of things before we add on all of those things. So maybe when I've been doing this for 6 months to a year we can start allowing that Web comics, webtoons and mechs but I'm already struggling with keeping up with requests and keeping enough stuff in the queue as is. So I don't want to complicate things even further and make things as easy as I can on myself. Now there is a reason for this because I may be changing jobs soon and I don't want to have to put the blog on temporary hiatus during that transition.

Now on to the next thing and this is probably going to make a lot of people happy but people please do not make me regret this decision. But, after hearing the many lamentations from mostly the Naruto fandom, much personal debate and seeing how a similar blog handles things. I have decided to lower the minimum age for the polls to 16. Now that means minors can and probably will be matched up against each other and against 18+ characters. Please don't come at me about that choice, these characters are fictional. You can't hurt them, and a blog like this isn't going to normalize preying on minors. YES it's wrong in real life, but anime teenagers are not normal teenagers. I literally just finished an anime about a assassin trying to get back to his wife. He was 16 and had a wife I swore he was at least 20 sometimes anime ages don't make sense. Please don't start anything or I will start blocking. But for those of you who don't want to participate in those polls, I will make a special tag so you can block all polls that have confirmed 16 and 17-year-old characters So you can block the tag so you don't have to see it and participate You will be able to find it when I update the rules post in the next day or two when I have everything finalized. Now this is subject to change if people do not behave. So do not start attacking me because I allow this or I will bump that age back up to 18. Do not make me regret this

Now when it comes to requests you have 10 characters and can request up to Four-way matchups. I don't care how you break that down so you can do two four-way polls and a two-way poll or request five two-way polls don't care. Figure it out. I'm pretty sure everyone can do math but the max is 10 characters However, you want to break it down with two-way, three-way and four-way polls.

I'm also setting a limit on how many times you can request a day. Please only do it twice. That's up to 20 characters. So everyone gets a chance to request polls

Remember Six-Way polls are not something you can request directly. They are something I make as a special thing, when the queue leans too much into one character or fandom. However, you can suggest a theme. I have done fire and ice powers. You all seem to like the goth girl and the anime men in suits. You get the idea. You can always put some theme ideas at the bottom of your request. So I can add them to my list of themes that I have saved when I need to make a six-way poll

I think that is all the major announcements So now with these updates everyone can start thinking of the new matchup request because they will be opening up soon and that request box fills up fast

[satansapostle6]

fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part three.

part four. safe space.

“Where are we going?” Tiff complained, cigarette in hand as she and Cook trudged along.

Cook might as well have been a mile ahead of her.

“You’ll see!” he called as he walked ahead of her, too giddy to concentrate.

“I don’t want to walk anymore!” she called, trailing behind him as she haphazardly switched between halves of the sidewalk like a swerving car.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, stopping as he turned to face her.

He looked at her with curiosity, observing her pouty expression.

“My feet hurt!” she told him.

He looked down and realized that she was wearing platform heels.

“Well, fuck, Tiffy, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he questioned, walking back to where she was.

“I did! Twice now. You just weren’t paying attention.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Here you are, little one!” he said with a drunken excitement as he approached her.

Tiff shrieked in surprise as Cook sloppily knelt down and wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up off the ground completely. He threw her over his shoulder like a towel, refusing to stop, not even adjusting so that she wasn’t obstructing his vision. He consented to continue like that, swinging her around like a ladder he was carrying as he made turns.

“Cookie!” she exclaimed. “Put me down!”

“Why?” he challenged.

“Because! You can’t see where you’re going!” she reasoned.

“Ah, I don’t need to see where I’m going!” he insisted. “I’m fucking Cook!”

He continued announcing himself like a Pokémon, carrying Tiff over his shoulder all the way to the pub he was headed to.

“Hey! My skirt’s riding up!” she told him.

“You’re welcome, Bristol,” was all he had to say.

Everyone who passed them seemed annoyed, or at least confused, by what was happening. After all, it was about 5:00 on a Monday. No one seemed keen on ducking beneath the seventeen year-old girl’s swinging legs or listening to Cook’s screaming of various classic rock hits, or Tiffany’s loud laughter, which Cook was glad to be extracting.

“Keith!” Cook greeted the man who was strangely like his father as he finally set Tiff down on the floor.

She brushed herself off with some embarrassment, playfully rolling her eyes at Cook.

“Who’s the lovely lady?” the older man asked in a friendly manner.

“This, Keith, is the lovely Tiff!” Cook responded, “Who I am not shagging, because we are just friends,” he announced to the entire room.

No one even responded; Tiff could tell that this was definitely the kind of place where worst outbursts would be had still without affecting anything much.

“Freddie! JJ!” Cook said distractedly as he spotted his friends.

Tiffany followed him to a booth where two other boys their age were waiting.

“There you are, Cook,” Freddie McClair remarked. “Tiff,” he greeted her with a friendly smile.

“Hey, Cook.” JJ added shyly, “Hi, Tiff.”

“Hello, boys,” Tiff smiled, accepting as two beers were instinctively served to her and Cook, who began downing his automatically.

Although Freddie was much more discreet and indifferent than JJ, both boys seemed to be momentarily distracted before they promptly remembered that Tiff was a friend. Cook looked over in amusement as JJ seemed to have a hard time lifting his eyes up to Tiff’s face.

“I can see her undergarments,” he whispered to Freddie, who nearly choked on his drink, “Is that intentional?”

Freddie leaned in, whispering facetiously as Cook laughed. “Yes.”

JJ gulped visibly. Tiff didn’t seem to mind, sitting down as she silently prompted for Cook to do the same. The boys exchanged casual remarks before the other girls eventually all showed up. Tiff felt a cold, sneaky hand on her shoulder, and didn’t have to look up.

“Hey, Eff,” she grinned, as Effy Stonem took the empty seat beside her, Pandora trailing along as usual.

Effy sat down in silence as Katie Fitch took the chair next to Panda, seeming eager as usual.

“Hey, Effy,” she smiled, as her twin sister Emily sat down.

Effy didn’t have anything to say to Katie.

“Hi, Tiff!” Pandora said loudly after greeting each of the boys, individually.

“Hi, Panda,” Tiff said with a smile.

Out of everyone, she loved Pandora the most; Pandora was a beautifully weird girl who mostly went unappreciated, especially by Effy, but Tiff saw her. Panda, of course, was always very excited about this.

“So, Tiff!” Panda said, unintentionally cutting through everyone else’s side conversations. “Are you and Cook making monkey?!”

Katie nearly spit out beer as everyone looked between Tiff and Cook. Cook looked to his ‘friend and only friend’ with a grin, as Tiff just chuckled at Pandora’s adorable attempt at girlhood.

“No, Panda, we are not,” she promised her. “Unless you count Cook’s dreams.”

There were a couple amused smirks around the table, as Cook laughed, welcoming the subject.

“Now that you mention it, actually,” he spoke up, Derby accent thicker the more he drank, “I had this great one about us last night, in a field! It was beautiful! Flowers growing around us, and everything! Even got to whip it out and compare with a horse!” Cook said stupidly as Freddie just shook his head.

No one could really tell if this was true to any degree. Most knew him too well to say ‘no’ automatically.

*****

In the later hours, the girls, except for Effy, had disappeared, and the group had ended up in Freddie’s shed, the designated hangout spot belonging to him, Cook, and JJ. Everyone was considerably drunk and smoking, except for JJ, who seemed much more alert. There was a very intimate party happening.

More mellow music was playing, and Effy was swaying along, fairly out of her mind as Freddie just watched her, fascinated. Cook was sitting in a chair, bored and spectating, while Tiff enjoyed a cigarette, aimlessly wandering about the messy room, high. She eventually stopped and settled on a place to stand, watching, fascinated, as JJ showed her his various magic tricks while Cook laughed.

“That’s brilliant, JJ!” Tiff exclaimed happily at his conclusion.

“Not really,” he blushed at the compliment, “It’s really quite elementary…”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Tiff said sympathetically, “You’re really quite entertaining. I could watch you for hours.”

“Really?” he asked almost in disbelief. “They’re just basic tricks…”

“Not just the tricks,” she corrected him, “You.”

“Me?” he inquired, not understanding.

“Yeah. There’s something cool about you, you know?” she asked. “Like, your delivery, or something.”

“Me? There’s something cool about me?” he clarified.

“Yes, there is,” Tiffany assured him patiently.

“Sorry,” he apologized hastily, “People hardly think so. Especially girls.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Effy chimed in as she stopped dancing for a moment as she looked around, messing with Freddie’s belongings scattered around the room. “Girls ought to pay attention to you.”

“W-Why?” JJ wondered.

“Because you’re everything,” Tiff replied simplistically. “Sweet. Funny. Charming. Smart… You’re everything other people have to pretend to be get girls.”

“No one thinks I’m those things,” he laughed nervously.

“We do,” Effy supplied platonically.

“Well, how would anyone else know that?”

“I have an idea,” Effy said humorously, holding up a digital camera she’d found.

JJ had no idea what was going on as Tiff chuckled, her intoxicated brain catching onto what was going on in Effy’s. Cook was sitting forward, curious as he tuned into the conversation.

“W-What’s the idea?” he looked between them.

Effy just chuckled lightly, standing beside JJ as she held the camera up, snapping a quick photo as she suddenly leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to JJ’s cheek. The camera caught his reaction just in time as his eyes widened and he looked as if he were about to faint. Cook’s laughter rang throughout the room as Freddie just observed, seeming envious of JJ.

“Oh,” the startled boy said, feeling undeserving.

“You know what’s even better than one girl?” Effy asked him.

“…What?”

“Two,” Tiff smiled, taking her place on JJ’s other side as she also lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, as Effy did the same again and took a picture to commemorate the moment.

Effy took the camera and showed the picture to Tiff, who chuckled fondly.

“Wow!” JJ said blankly, as Cook just watched him. “T-Two girls at once!”

Cook burst out laughing again as JJ once again failed to hear himself out loud.

“See, JJ?” Tiff said playfully. “You’re a stud.”

“I don’t feel like one,” he admitted, sitting down in fefeat.

Both girls sat down on either side of him, trying to be of support in their own unique ways. Tiff chuckled sympathetically, now visibly high as she seemed to genuinely feel for him.

“Oh, I could kiss you,” she cooed affectionately, very obviously not sober.

“Same here,” Effy said softly.

JJ’s eyes widened as he quickly looked back and forth between the two girls, as Cook sat forward, literally on the edge of his seat.

“Fucking hell, this is turning into real life porno,” he realized.

“I-I wouldn’t mind it if you did!” JJ jumped at the opportunity.

Effy smirked at his naïveté, taking his hand in hers as she soothed him.

“Breathe,” she said laconically.

He nodded quickly and silently, perfectly obedient as he did everything in his power to show the girls his compliance.

“I… I know this is just out of pity,” JJ remarked candidly as Effy’s hand gently combed through his hair, “But I don’t mind!” he blurted out, appreciative of the entirely foreign sensation.

Cook was loving every moment of this, unlike Freddie as he watched Effy’s hand slowly turn JJ’s head to look at Tiff, who he was equally taken with.

“Oh, J,” Tiff murmured, hand cupping JJ’s face as her thumb slowly traced over his lower lip. “Does this feel like pity?”

She slowly leaned in, as JJ realized he should do the same. He was completely confused at first, scrambling and panicking as he tried to remember step by step how kissing worked, but he seemed to calm down once he’d remembered Effy’s words, or word; breathe.

He gradually closed his eyes as he prepared himself for humiliation, but felt something else entirely. JJ felt Tiff’s lips meet his as she eased him into the tender kiss, taking her time before gently taking his bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a playful bite before releasing it. JJ’s breaths had been slow but shallow as he slowly opened his eyes. He’d forgotten that he’d existed in another state before the kiss, and was disappointed once he had to reacquaint himself with the real world.

Cook chuckled in disbelief, watching with widened eyes as Freddie just sulked beside him, simultaneously jealous and uncomfortable.

“That… That was amazing,” JJ confessed breathlessly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank her.”

JJ turned eagerly as Tiff turned his head back to Effy. His breath hitched with excitement as he felt a reassuring hand from Tiff resting on his thigh. Cook’s fantasy, he realized, was coming to life before him, with him as an observer as JJ sat between the two girls. He was looking readily at Effy as Tiff’s hand caressed his thigh. Effy’s gaze was fiery and piercing as she slowly crawled forward, hands cupping JJ’s face as her lips met his, tongue slowly making its way into his mouth.

Cook quickly shifted in his seat, hoping no one would notice as he just watched, speechless for once. He felt his mind wandering to godless recesses as JJ tentatively rested a respectful hand on Effy’s hip, starting to really relax as Tiff studied him, her hand massaging his thigh. Effy smiled as JJ let out an involuntary, high-pitched sigh, clearly in ecstasy.

Cook nearly screamed at them like a football match when JJ and Effy pulled away from one another.

“…Oh my God,” JJ wheezed, pale in the face. “I-I just kissed two pretty girls!” he realized.

“You’re so cute, JJ,” Effy promised him.

“So cute,” Tiff agreed in an almost sappy manner. “I promise you. Girls see it.”

“Thank you,” he blurted out again, still processing.

”You’re safe with us, JJ,” Tiff whispered with a smile.

Both Cook and Freddie could still hear, even with all the other noise in the room.

“Call us if you ever need to feel ‘safe’ again,” Effy said cheekily.

Both girls giggled mischievously as Freddie pouted, and Cook grew more and more envious.

-

part five.

[imeternallylove]

Secret - S.Holmes; part four

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: 3.6k

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“Can I please go to see daddy, mummy?”

Zoe asked sleepily, curling up in her bed surrounded by her favourite teddies. All evening she had been pestering you for an answer, promising to be a good girl and eat her vegetables if she was allowed to go. You could see it in the twinkle in her eyes how much she really wanted to see him.

But something didn’t feel right for you.

You dimmed her nightlight and bent down to pressed your lips to her forehead, pulling the blankets up to her chin. “We will talk about it in the morning,” you told her, smoothing her hair back and offering her a warm smile before tiptoeing to the door. “Sweet dreams little one,” you murmured softly by the door, watching her reach for Mr Snuggles. 

“Night night mummy,” she replied, waving Mr Snuggles fluffy paw in your direction.

Slowly you closed the door and then rested your forehead against the cool wood. Having to constantly deal with Zoe’s pleading had been more draining than you would have thought. Even when you weren’t in the room, it was all she would talk about. You could hear her in her bedroom, talking to Mr Snuggles before she fell asleep.

“I really hope mummy lets me see daddy,” you heard her say through the door.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket so you decided to live Zoe and Mr Snuggles to their conversation and headed into the living room where the news was on mute. It was a text from Sherlock, the very reason you were having an issue with Zoe going to him in the first place. How could it be? It’s not easy like touch Sherlock’s shoulder and say; ‘hey, you’re a dad.’ How could you一

“Are you free for a chat?”

Curling up on the sofa, you sent back a simple ‘yes’ and stared blankly at the TV screen while they reported on the stock market. 

You had wanted your move to London to be a fresh start for you and Zoe but all it had done so far was dredge up the past. It felt as if you were balancing on thin ice that was unknowingly cracking beneath you.

Like lightning, your phone buzzed violently, almost vibrating off the sofa before you saved it and balanced it on your ear. “What’s up?” you answered quietly, feeling the day catch up with you and leave you tired. 

“Nothing much, just taking a break from investigate the kidnapping of the children of the British Ambassador to the U.S., Rufus Bruhl and I missed your voice,” he replied, sending a jolt to your heart with his voice. How can he say something like that so casually? He left you practically swooning.

Giggling into your hair, you felt the blush burn your cheeks and still felt the need to hide your face. “We had lunch together earlier this afternoon,” you countered, licking your lips as you remembered your lunch ‘date’ in that restaurant.

“It was barely an hour,” he whined cutely, making your heart clench. He used to whine like that when you would choose studying over sex with him … and look how that turned out. “Besides all you did was listen to me moan about my job. I wanted to hear about what kept you busy when I moved away,” he added.

‘Your daughter kept me busy,’ you thought to yourself, feeling the same pang of guilt you felt when you thought of Zoe whilst talking to him.

“I didn’t mind listening to you moan,” you exclaimed, hoping to pull the attention away from you and what happened in the six years of no contact. “Clearly you needed to vent about all that stress. Are case going well so far?” You asked quietly.

You heard him sigh loudly down the phone. He sounded just as tired as you did. “So far so good,” he commented quietly. “At the end of the week, gonna hand some help for Mycroft. It’s absolutely massive.” As tired as he was, he sounded genuinely exhausted about the silly conflict between brothers, no matter how deduced things it was fun for him, so far.

His mention of his brother sparked your interest. “How are Myc now? I heard he’s the big part of our country government.” You asked, hoping to sound nonchalant.

“I think he��s still dumb. It’s insane, when he only stay at his mysterious office while my mom keep calling me to check up on him,” he exclaimed resisting, probably grinning from ear to ear at the thought of his tiredness filling up his stomach.

That was one thing definitely different about Sherlock: he had such loveless for his family but always spoke of them fondly like he knew them all on a personal level. But you couldn’t pretend to understand it when got kicked off from the house because you were pregnant, your dad only said that cruel words to you, how come he hated your little daughter when she’s has a brave hearted? He should be proud to be a grandfather but no.

Sometimes you just imagine your mom looking down from the sky above, she’s might crying over there to know how torturous of the bad blood had formed between you and your dad.

And it was something that separated you and Sherlock and left you in your own realities. He had a fan … reputation facing up to him and counting on him whereas you just had Zoe – two very different sides of the same coin.

Knowing the likelihood that Zoe would be lost amongst the thousands of screaming at the parade but she only need to see her father. “Sherlock 一I”

“Y/N, I think I need to rest,” you heard his yawning voice and it’s pushed you to pause everything you have.

“Goodnight, then.”

You started to warm to the idea of her knowing who is her father. Long after Sherlock hung up to go back to rest after a long day, you stayed up, weighing up the unlikely worst case scenario of Sherlock spotting Zoe in the giant crowd and by some cosmic miracle knowing she was his daughter, versus the simple fact that your daughter would be so happy to know.

But how could it possibly to tell her father that he has a baby, even so, five years old now too.

In the morning, you met Elle’s mother outside the school gates. A little chat with her done like the way it was. And that’s time you heard of the advertising of the show up of two great detectives at the museum were using, same day as the march at Zoe school.

And that sealed the decision … Perhaps it’s a time for you to tell both of Zoe and Sherlock the secret you were kept.

Still, you aren’t really ready.

“Ah… May I have that rose?" The voice of a young kid initiated you to depart the baskets of tulips, you turned to see the boy in high school uniform standing in front of your shop, with his mouth pouting and his eyes were red. “Rose? For a bouquet?" You asked him while you gathered up every one of the coloured roses.

The boy sighed, one of his hands scratching under his chin, appearing pinched. "I don't think I have enough money for a bouquet. How much is the red one?"

"Well, it's all £0.08 per stem." You mentioned with a friendly grin, directing towards newly trimmed roses to give to the young kid. The colours you have are cream, yellow, pink, hot pink, bi-color yellow and orange, and red.

He asked once again after a few minutes. "Pink is so cute; can I bring this to my upset girlfriend?" And it's a question that makes you laugh because, just as you could have predicted, this boy plans to make up with his girl by using a flower. "Give her any colour you want, kid. But pink is a terrific choice."

"Okay, then pink a single stem."

“Gotcha.” You grinned as you selected one of the pink roses and wrapped it in paper and paper rope before returning the pile of other flowers to the basket from which you were taken. He murmured something under his breath, opened his wallet, and his phone began to ring.

“What? Why are you still at the library?" The boy crushes the back of his head, gives the cash for his rose, and quickly thank you before returning to his phone. "Waiting for me? Oh shit, Maria. I thought you were upset with me."

You dropped the money into the metallic box and came back to watering your tulips while your ears continued to hear the young boy's converse from in front of your shop until he walked away.

At that point, flashbacks of you and Sherlock in high school come flooding into your frame of mind for no apparent reason.

It was seven years ago…

The testing session was extended by a week as a result of a school shooting or two, and you nevertheless recall the echoes of gunfire whereas you were in the classroom, and all you had was get locked in the men's bathroom in Sherlock's arm, shakily, break down with fluid tears on your cheeks, and considering that his brother is the most recent arrival of the government team, it kept Sherlock busy with his brother's positions as well. And you already know how straightforward he ignores to take care of himself.

It scares you since bad things happen and Sherlock's behaviours, even though he contends that all he needs to recharge is a long hug from you and a slew of kisses in between. So you grab his hand on a Friday evening, drag him into an empty lecture hall, and place him in the chair nearest to the window, while he brings yours and his school packs after you. His head is a little foggy, perplexed by what you're doing, but he has no doubts. Sherlock trusts you, knows you won't hurt him, and lets you have his heart to do with as you like.

When you pull out many containers full of food that you've packed for him, he just stares at you, his eyes blank, making your heart skip a beat.

"How did you make this for me?" He gestures to the contents before him, chicken soup and fresh fruits and wonderful noodles and zesty drink that looks as good as it smells, and you nod.

Sherlock's smile shrinks as he notices the pink plastic tape on the tip of your finger. "What the hell is that plastic wound tape?" And all you are capable of saying is 'oh'. "Oi, cut yourself again? Dumbo."

"Sherlock, it's just a tiny cut."

"I know but it hurts you."

"Yes, drama queen."

A beat passes before his lips quirk into a smile and his eyes light up, the mirror of his irises swimming in ecstasy. "I bet the embassy meal is boring; it's worth getting this wound a million times just to see you eating something." You can't help but squeal as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing every piece of flesh he can reach; over your eyelids, on the place just below the corner of your eye, the tip of your nose, your teeth, your lashes.

Actually, everywhere.

You're a giggling mess, and sooner or later, he cups your face and allows your lips contact, and all you can do is clutch his white shirt to uphold stability while gripping the hem of your skirt to keep it from blowing from the open window with the cool evening breeze. It's more than enough, even if it ends up being sloppy because Sherlock won't stop beaming into the kiss and you won't stop laughing, teeth colliding against one other in pure excitement.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says adoringly, one hand holding you close while the other eats, neither of you willing to let go. "You're the best."

You tilt your head and rest your palm against his cheek, looking him straight in the eyes. “Just remember to always take care of yourself, okay?”

He smiles.

Six years ago…

Sherlock sat down on the couch. The fervour in his eyes was obvious, and he was anxious as you crawled up to him on the floor. You two had gone out with everyone and had gotten extremely drunk and ridiculous by problem from your family. He was the only one who was sober enough to drive you home; the other guys were all drunk, and your closest friend had to help them as well.

Wipe your smudged mascara off your face, Sherlock hurls your phone aside and doesn't seem to care where it was after seeing the text from your dad. He despised the way you were treated by your father's unkind thoughts after your mother became ill and died a few months ago. How could he have blamed it on you?

Perhaps since Sherlock was born into a loving family, even if Mycroft's dumb attitude makes his head spin at times, they are still attached. Unlike you, a single child who grew up with a lack of warmth from your parents, and it hurts him every time he sees you act like this way when the fight of you and your father ends.

Your sudden sexual moan drag him back to the reality, swear to God; Sherlock had never seen a side of you like this before; you were normally composed and conservative, so seeing you behaving like this was unusual to him. Okay, you both kissed several times, but you weren't really conscious of what was going on. You were just in your own little universe, surrounded by the chemicals you had consumed to no limit.

You had no idea what you were doing, and you weren't going to remember anything in the morning.

Which made Sherlock even more apprehensive, because he didn't know how he was going to tell you. And wouldn't this be called exploitative? Sherlock, at the age of twenty, is aware that he is intelligent and capable of being more than other people his age. He notices his blood coursing through his veins in desperate need, or how his crotch of trousers began to thicken and became painful.

He didn't want to take advantage of you, especially because he knew that if you were in your right mind, you wouldn't be acting and coming on to him like that.

As you crawled up to him, you tripped and sort of fell into his lap, making him jump and you chuckle in the process. You laughed with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, as did the rest of your body. Sherlock's eyes widened as you leaned your head up to him and made kissing motions. You wanted to kiss him? Should he retaliate?

"Y/N, stay still." Sherlock shook his head, attempting to shake the thought away. Noㅡ He should not.

You pushed him up, standing on your knees, with your entire torso on his crotch and your arms on each side of him. Sherlock wasn't sure if it was you being on him in this clothes or the way your cleavage hung out your dress and the black bra that revealed your chests hill from collarbone that made him so hard.

He was hard. Very hard. 

"What's wrong, Sherly," you whispered slowly, biting your lips and squeezing both of his cheeks at his scared visage in this horrible circumstance. What did he intend to do? What should he have done? It was difficult for him to will himself not to touch you as much as it was to touch you. If if that had made any sense.

That's why he threw up right here. This is where it all went wrong. Every one of his morals.

You'd gotten back on the floor. Sherlock is staring at you carefully. You'd laughed a little and rested your head on his lap as you played. Sherlock, on the other hand, had inhaled all the oxygen in the room because your mouth was so close to his cock.

Strained.

That's how Sherlock felt right now, and he felt forced to go because this was his cue. But when he tried to stand up, you said, "I want to suck your cock." Was the dirtiest words he ever heard come out your pretty little mouth.

You'd shoved him down, making him groan. He was unbuckled when you unbuckled his belt. He came to a halt in front of you. "I don't think this is something we should do right now." He pleaded, but you weren't interested. You, the drunk, wanted to do what she wanted to do, and you planned to accomplish it. To sucked his cock.

"I’ll do it… no worries, Sherly." You had yanked his member out, and your eyes had widened. Sherlock only gazed at his hands at his sides, unsure what to do. You didn't have a relationship with Sherlock but had a crush on you and wasn't sure if you recognized that. But they always say that when you're drunk, your actual feelings come out.

You giggled and gripped his cock, which was rock hard and stood tall on your tiny palm. You lifted it slowly to your mouth, your gaze never leaving Sherlock's. And when your lips went down his entire shaft, he shouted out, his lovely face losing all seriousness. You stood up again, and when his head came out of your mouth, it made a lovely sound.

His bloated mushroom head. You had only taken that section, sucking on his most sensitive area. You slid your tongue beneath the edge of his head where it met the shaft. Then you surprised him by engulfing his entire being. He screamed as he feel his precum just came out on the tip, and his hands immediately sought your hair. You had one hand on the base of his huge cock as your point finger on the upper part, playing with the sticky liquid and rubbed it over your face.

You'd found a rhythm, and Sherlock's breathing were hard and efficient. You dragged him out of your mouth, making him to moan and whine like a girl as you began sucking and tonguing his balls. It felt pleasantly good for him to cry out to the unknown sensation.

Sherlock was losing his shit when you started kissing him and virtually making out with his cock. You were gifted and knowledgeable. Something he didn't consider while he was thinking of you.

You wanted him to cum now.

You began swallowing him and jumping up and down on him. As his hands were entangled in your hair, he assisted you. Your mouth going up and down on his shaft. He was moaning like a little girl again. As he got closer, you were even drier.

"Fuck, Y/N." His shaft constricted, and you could feel his ball sack rise as all his cum squeezed out of his huge head. You enjoyed ate every last bit of it. You kept sucking him to make sure everything was out, and he cried out because he had become so sensitive.

You came to a halt and peered down at him, his cock still stiff and not entirely down. Well, you'd just have to get him rock hard again.

You'd landed on top of him, scaring him. Sherlock panickedly yelled out your name as you pushed the tube top to your dress down, exposing your breast to him. Both hands on the back of his neck, playing with his occipital. Your bouncy tits pushed he couldn't handle it any longer, his eyes wide. Then you added. "Fuck me 一Sher, please," the boy shouted. His cock reacted as soon as your words left your mouth.

His hands, which had been harmless at first, had forcibly sought your hips. His lips, which had been clamped tight only a moment before you swallowed his entire cock, had found your neck. And his eyes, which had been open and horrified at first, had closed and found pleasure in contact.

As Sherlock devoured your body, you whimpered. He finally opened his eyes and found your breasts in his lips, sucking on them till they hardened and became erect. His palms were on each of your butt cheeks, and he had moved up the bottom of the dress, revealing your ass.

He moans and becomes more forceful as he squeezes. He lay his head on your chest and dry humped you, saying only "God." before getting down to business. He drew you up and shoved your panties to the side. And you screamed when you felt yourself sliding down the shaft of his cock. Something Sherlock had been hoping to hear for a long time.

Sherlock bounced you up and down on his long cock as you kissed, and it was so disgustingly passionate it was ludicrous. You wrapped your hands around his neck while exchanging licks and saliva. You were pooling him with your moisture, which improved the friction for his cock. He could cum again anytime soon.

You, on the other hand, was screaming assassin. Sherlock's monster was hammering you so hard that the friction between his skin and your clit was going to set you on fire.

Sherlock continued to pound your ass. You felt it acceptable to moan out his name every time he did it, "you like that babe," he murmured huskily. All you could do was moan. 

Pound after pound, you felt like you were being ripped open, but in a nice way; the friction had caught up with you and it was in.

Like a dope, and you were praying for more drug pills. It's very humid inside... Widening your eyes as you couldn't hold back your shaky sob of pleasantries. While Sherlock was busy rubbing your pussy, he made you picture galaxies extending from his tiny room.

You screamed as it smacked you in the exactly right spot, and it hit you hard. Sherlock is riding out your climax, causing him to cum shortly after, and you are completely unaware. “Fuck!” As his dick began to become limp in you, you were dragged to some more kisses. Sherlock huddled for air, his numerous apologetic phrases repeated. He hadn't planned on making out with anyone, which is why the way he apologised made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry ㅡso sorry, you gonna hate me.”

“W- Why?” You tried to get up when his lips met yours to close it, but you resisted even more, “did一 did you cum inside me?”

“Fuck, babe, I hope you’re on birth control.”

Now it's your turn to gasp as you watch the white fluids pouring downward from your centre, a thrilled sensation of lust remaining over there, but you get more frightened as you see it still trickling down onto the couch.

“No… Sherlock. I’m not on the birth control.” 

You fold up Zoe's favourite story book while watching her sleep on your arm and brushing her locks off of her tiny forehead. You realise you're damaging her feelings by confessing the truth about your selfishness, but you just can't do it right now; you can't just talk to her father about this secret, at least for now.

"I can't tell him, little one," you shook your head and blew small puffs of air out of your lungs. It's difficult to conceive that it'll be a disaster so quickly. You instantly began to breakdown and ran out of her room, tripped across the living room, and began to sobbing at the heap on the floor beside the couch.

Hands on your face, body as a whole heated from the immense tension you had been carrying all along after Sherlock returned into your life, gasping, choking on your own tears, and collapsing on the rug. Brought your knees up to your chest … and then you just cried, curled up in that position.

"I'm really sorry... Zoe, mummy really sorry."

tag: @bunny-skz00 @zen003xx @cemak

[yaspup9000]

Ice Age 1-3 and it's themes of Kinship, made family and found family

Okay, I know what you all are thinking, "why am I talking about some 2000s animated funny talking animal movie?" Well Many reasons actually, 1. I'm bored as heck and 2. I've wanted to talk about the ice age series for a while now. And yes I am aware that with the later films is most definitely not good. mainly ice age 4-5 along with the Buck wild spin-off and the Ice Age Christmas special (which still to this day doesn't make a lick of sense to me) But anyways before Ice Age became the joke it is now, I'm gonna tell you how the Ice Age series should have ended with the third film. And Why the third film could have been the perfect conclusion to the other main characters' stories. (and yes there are some things in the third film that could of been fixed of course, I'm not saying the film is on pare with Citizen Cain nor Sherk of all things, yet I want people to at least understand how under appreciated the actual story of ice age really is. That is the story of Lost and Found family.

Let's Recap! In the first film, Manny a lone mammoth is a loner and doesn't trust others due to his traumatic past, however, due to accidentally befriending a Sloth name Sid, a sabertooth cat Diego along with helping a human baby find his own family while also finding a form of community with themselves. Basically, your classic gang of misfits trying to help a lost child type of deal. 2nd film is about escaping a flood and along with Manny worried about being the last mammoth on earth then meeting another Mammoth named Ellie, who was raised by possums. The third and film is about Ellie and Manny having a kid. oh yea and there's a dino world underground. Just basically summing up the three films without being extremely cluttered since I have lots to talk about when it comes to Ice Age's themes. well, mainly the three films themes along with the growth of Manny as a character along with Ellie's charater.

Basically what I’m try to get at here is that these characters had a lot in common, they all were left behind and or was abandoned in some way and then at the end had found each other and made their own family. Which within all three films perfectly concludes to their character and such!

But of course, due to wanting to milk everything, they just don’t want the movies to end so they just keep making movies that just doesn’t fit it’s original premise and also just giving every character love interests because of course

(Hey me editing this I’ve post this on accident cuz I was trying to post something else but anyways have this old wip of a post I’ve made awhile back that I forgot)

[purpleturtle9000]

*slides in through the mail slot that you have definitely always had*

Greetings friend. I do not know much about the bayverse boys (haven’t watched the movies sinceI was a smol) but having said that, I request you assign them favorite movies, to watch, together and on their own (if different)

Beaming vibes of something nice will happen to you today <3

Real talk I wish I had a mail slot those thinks look cool as hell. But yes greetings and good vibes friend!!

Donnie is a fan of horror movies, but gets bored with most creature features because there's no logical reason for the [insert animal here] to relentlessly hunt random humans. But if a movie has lore of some kind, he loves that! He's seen a few seasons of Supernatural is what I'm saying. He loves lore-heavy movies in general, especially if there's tie-in books, but he also likes murder and mayhem. The only creature movies he does like are the Alien series. He admires the xenomorphs immensely for their pure, uncompromised killing power. (Leo really wonders about that part.)

Mikey's is Ponyo! It's a movie about transitioning between worlds, leaving behind the magical for the human, and finding unconditional love and acceptance there. Since Mikey loves video games, I hc that he favours animation over 'real life' media. That combined with his attraction to the human world, and desire to engage with it, means this is the perfect fit for him! Also the movie is downright gorgeous I mean honestly. A close second is Lilo and Stitch cause it has similar themes, and also aliens! Who doesn't love aliens?

Okay so for Raph there's an obvious answer, cause he canonically admires Vin Diesel. Except, and hear me out here - Ice Age. First of all it's a found-family movie and you can't tell me Raph isn't a fan of found family, it's literally what the turtles are. It's also about three random weirdos bonding, and one of said weirdoes changing from secretly-a-bad-guy to nearly-died-protecting-family. But also can I make it canon that the Vin Diesel appreciation is not because of any of the action movies? It's because of The Iron Giant. He cried over that movie I know it in my heart listen to me Nickelodeon-

Leo's is, ironically, a Vin Diesel movie. The Fast and The Furious, to be exact! He'd be the family car guy if it weren't for the fact that Donnie won't let anyone touch the turtle tank. As it is, he finds shiny cars very cool, even if there are parts in the later movies that he thinks are. Kinda stupid. It's part of the appeal, that boy's too uptight, he needs to relax by liking kinda-dumb action movies that heavily emphasize family bonds. He's also a huge fan of I Love Lucy because Splinter would let Leo watch it with him while the others were busy with their own things. As a treat for me, he likes the Transformers movies and sometimes calls April 'Mikaela' and everyone looks at him like he's an idiot. He needs to be a lil stupid sometimes it's good for him.

Family movie nights often involve superheroes of some kind. Sky High, Avengers, Megamind, Men In Black. Leo has a list of inaccurate sci-fi movies that will make Donnie yell at the tv because the rest of them think it's funny how worked up he gets. Mikey has a list of 100 top movies that he insists on going through to learn about human culture. They all get really invested in Leverage at one point. Once Donnie made them sit through a documentary about turtles and they threw popcorn at him through the whole thing. They watch a lot of basketball and also the security cameras at Central Park Zoo! Raph's favourite are the red pandas. Leo would not say this even under pain of death, but he likes watching the turtles. Mikey thinks it's cool that they let peacocks walk around and Donnie likes the snow leopard.

[salubriousbean]

OHH MY GOSH THAT FINALE

IT MADE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS !!!!!

(Spoilers below the cut)(very disorganized because I spewed this all out and then immediately went to bed bc it's late)

OKAY FIRST OFF THE MUSIC????!!!?!?!?!?!? LIKE HELLO THATS AMAZING I CANT WAIT FOR THE SOUNDTRACK TO BE RELEASED! LIKE AT THE BEGINNING THE MUSIC AND OHH MY GOSH THE E N D WITH OMEGA'S THEME?!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT

AND ADULT OMEGA??!!!!!!!!!!! WITH THE REBELLION??!!! Okay but seriously her outfit tho like I desperately want that jacket, and her hair is so cute! And Hunter's bandana! AND GONKY! AND LULA! AND TECH'S GOGGLES! Oh you can bet imma be drawing a lot of omega over the next few months (or at least trying to every so often)

Okay anyways let's rewind a bit (these are all out of order) BUT LIKE CROSS'S HAND?? THAT CX WAS RUTHLESS OHMYGOSHH

AND THEN YES THE DRAMATIC BRIDGE SCENE IN THE RAIN!!! RIP Scorch but like DANG HEMLOCK GOT RIDDLED (he deserved it)

AND JT WAS SO FUNNY WHEN OMEGA JUST STABBED HIM LIKE BAHAHHA

Though, I did wonder why she didn't just make herself dead weight instead of running with Hemlock to the bridge. It would have slowed him down a lot more but maybe Scorch wouldn't let her (or I just didn't see, I know I missed some details).

SPEAKING OF DETAILS I MISSED, EVA TIED THE PRISON-LULA TO HER BACK??? Thanks for filling in the gaps tumblr lol

Also, I wonder how they made the Zillo's screeching bc I swear that was on another level like what the heeeck

Also I'm sad we didn't get to find out who CX-2 was, or if it was just another random clone (whoever he was he was kickbutt tho). And ngl the whole time Echo was talking to the prisoners (!!dramatic clone speech!! Like fives's speeches!!) I was peering for any sign of Dogma's tattoo

Also Hemlock, isn't that gas like a war crime or something? And the prisoner torture thing? I haven't read much of the Geneva Conventions but I'm pretty sure that's against international laws (well at least on Earth, you'd hope in the galaxy far far away as well)

ALSO!! THE C H I L D R E N !!!!! THEY'RE ADORAVLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MHCH AND I LOVE SEEJNG THEM AND THE CLONES ALL HAPPY ON PABU AND EATING SPACE ICE CREAM though Eva, Jax, Sami,Bayrn, and the other prisoners need new clothes lol

ALSO YES EMERIE I LOVE HER CHARACTER AND CHARACTER ARC ITS SO GOOD AND SHES AAAAHHH "You have my word" or something like that THE MANDO INSTINCTS KICKING IN

And I love her convo with Echo, about being free

AND THE SCENE UNDER THE TREE??*CHEFS KISS* BEAUTIFUL 10/10

That reminds me, the line "Clone Force 99 died with Tech" is so sad 😢

Gosh the voice acting is so good dsfjavlkakgsslsdgldgksdltdys

Also (sorry I'm using that word a lot lol) I totally though older Omega was Phee when she was going into the cave for some reason or like Phee with a different hairstyle BUT I LOVE OMEGA SO MUCH SHES SO STRONG AND UMM I ALREADY WANT HER ADVENTURES IN THE REBELLION

I'm so glad none of the batch died in that attack (but also their accelerated aging makes me so sad). Also I love how Hunter offers their help to Omega even though they're not in the physical condition they used to be. He's so loyal, they're all so loyal to each other. That's not a weakness (glares at Hemlock). I love the loyalty of the clones, built in shared experiences and trials.

Okay my typings getting worse so I'll maybe return tomorrow with more thoughts

[wordgirl-asks]

Introducing the Muse

Goood timezone, my darlings! You can call me Randy, but I also answer to other names — I keep all of them in a box; you could honestly just call me Wordgirl and I wouldn’t complain /lh

I figured I’d introduce not just myself but the blog’s own muse, Wordgirl! Now, let’s get right to business!

Guidelines and Rules

🌟 Please be civil on this blog. Disrespect and being a jerk will not be tolerated here! If you’re concerned about crossing a line with an ask, just ask me! I promise I don’t bite!

🌟 The mun does not equal muse. Mun is a fancy way of saying the mod/roleplayer — keep in mind that while I, the mun, am an adult; Wordgirl is only fourteen years old in this! Don’t make it weird.

🌟 Asks can be vaguely innuendos, but if this becomes a habit - I will start ignoring you.

🌟 This blog is post-canon. This takes place after the series has ended. There are some canon divergent themes but everything is happening after Rhyme and Reason, and Wordgirl’s in high school as a freshman!

🌟 Do keep in mind I am merely one person running a character blog. And that I have a life outside of the blog. Please don’t hound me for responses and I will get to them as fast as possible!

🌟 There is no DNI. Do not bother me on who did what without the proof to back it up — or I will not take you seriously. Also this is a character blog. I do check out people who follow me and whatnot but I just want to have fun here!

🌟 If there’s an active roleplay thread, please do not interact with it! I don’t know if this will even happen — but if it does, it’s mainly to avoid confusion!

Other Character Blogs are welcome to follow me and interact! Please, please I beg of you!

And now without much further ado, let’s get right to business!

Our Dear Muse

Name: [REDACTED], Wordgirl

Nicknames: Kid/Kiddo (by several villains), dear/my dear (by Granny May), TBD

Age: 14

Birthday: [REDACTED]

Home Planet: Lexicon, currently resides on earth

Allies/Acquaintances: Captain Huggyface, [REDACTED], Todd "Scoops" Ming, among others

Enemies: Fair City villains

Abilities: Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Vocabulary, Ice Breath (because yes, it is being acknowledged-), Invulnerability (to a certain extent)

Backstory

Wordgirl was from the planet Lexicon, known for their knowledge on words and vocabulary. Due to unknown circumstances, she arrived on earth and became its renowned super-heroine within Fair City; though it quickly became apparent Wordgirl began her hero career from a young age and while she was still a child (and no one thought it was weird but shhh-).

Several years have passed since her original debut and is now rumored to at least be in high school, though whether she attends it is anyone's best guess. Wordgirl fights alongside her sidekick Captain Huggyface. The duo continue dealing with the city's crime activity, though perhaps... Wordgirl is starting to face new feelings in her life - among other things.

Keep in mind this blog is post-canon as I mentioned previously and is part of a future AU of my own design. I've made changes to her costume, but I do not have the art skills to do so - and well, we'll see what can be managed.

I'll see about creating a board or something where I can display her new costume change, but for now this is the best I'll be able to do!

Account Tags;

⭐️ - in-character tag for Wordgirl

🐉 - out of character tag / randy’s yaps (alternate tag name!)

🌩️ - in-character vent tag

🪐 - tag for an active roleplay thread!

[goosewriting]

yesterday i finally watched the new tmnt movie!! at first i wanted to do a live reaction kinda thing, except that wouldn’t work because i'd have to reblog every entry and hiding every single part under a "read more" would be not only tedious, but i'm not even sure if it's possible lol

so instead have a collection of my thoughts here! (spoiler warning, duh)

first of all: the art style. there’s something strangely nostalgic about it. it feels like that is what my mental storyboards as a kid would have looked like, had i been into animating back then. or at least that would have been close to the style i would have liked to emulate.

the explosions looking like violent scribbles is just so 😩🤌♥ chef's kiss, truly. there's something about the art in general that just moves in such a particular way and holds a certain weight and volume,, it feels like cardboard and clay and crayons and the piles upon piles of coloured pencils i used to have as a kid and how the wooden pencil drawer smelled. i'm such a fan of this style i’M obsessed o(-<

in the intro shots for the turtles, raph licking his sai blades is so extra and i love him for that lmao

for some reason i completely forgot they cast jackie chan as splinter and tbh idk how to feel about it? no hate towards him; i just don't think voice acting is his strong suit

meanwhile i'm looooving mikey's voice. also leo's beacuse, well first of all, i am a leo girlie (gender neutral) through and through so i would have loved all aspects of him no matter what. but his voice actor is gumball's i believe? and that's one of my comfort shows 🥺 i just love him sm

this little donnie is sending me, i- 🤣

superfly's theme reminds me of miguel's for some reason? 😂 and i'm here for it ahahh

the whole watermelon scene lmaoo teeangers being teenagers, finally

aaaand here comes the probably forced romance subplot 😅😅 (more on that later)

the whole fighting scene in the workshop tinted in red? ugh 10/10

ok so, april: i really like how they met. i like her design, her voice and her whole vibe. the whole puking jokes were a little too much for me; personally im not a fan of fart or puke jokes because, well, i’m not a 12yo boy (looking at you seth rogen) but all in all i really liked this rendition of april. it sucks tho that the turtles got a snazzy outfit by the end, both for school and for prom, but april’s clothes always remained the same. would have loved to see what she wore to prom!

the gen z lingo and references: …i mean, i guess it makes sense? i just don’t know how well it will age xD the references to end game and all were fun but, again, will someone in 15 years understand what they meant? will someone in 15 years know what rizz is?

changing the topic, the way eyeballs are rendered??? hello?? they’re so expressive and shiny and i lowkey wanna lick them ok

the chris pine cutout actually made me choke on my food from both surprise and laughter jhdfkjashdf

oookay so. superfly and his gang. first of all when the gecko talked i went like hey is that ant-man? lmao i love all the designs and ice cube as the villain works?? im not mad?? lol now, his plan however... sigh, my guy. killing all humans aside, have you maybe thought that if you turn every single animal and insect into a mutant, the whole ecosystem would all but collapse? there will be no planet left to belittle the humans on (:

"he'll run out of cars eventually" / *looks at parking* / “oh, c’mon!” lmaoo 😂 this joke was excellent

so, back to the forced romance thing. look i get it, they needed a reason to help out april to get the plot going. and if leo said it, then the rest would follow. i get that. but throughout the whole movie, aside from like his brothers elbowing his side knowingly, there’s no more allusion to anything? and then only at the veeeery end, he asks her out and she says yes, so i was like “oh okay so that’s the payoff then. took long enough” but then when they’re dancing she rhetorically asks if they’re just doing this as friends and 😐 maybe this is just my aroace self projecting but,, if you’re gonna use romance/romantic interest as a catalyst (lame tbh), at least be consequent about it?? if you (the writers) didn’t have the intention to explore the relationship, then leave it altogether? again, this is just my aroace opinion,, i can’t relate so i don’t understand. (which i know seems contradictory given my uh, repertoire of fics lmao) personally i would have preferred a different reason for them to helping out april, and having them all just be besties by the end, which they ended up being anyway

so, to sum it all up. it’s a story we’ve seen a hundred times, so there was really nothing new to it. the plot was okay,, the biggest thing that “bothered” me was superfly’s whole extermination thing making no sense, technically. but other than that, my eyes and ears were having an absolute feast. a very enjoyable film all in all. when we got rottmnt, i was like “oh finally an iteration of the teenage mutant ninja turtles where they’re actually teenagers” but scratch that. mutant mayhem is the most teenager one, and i loved them for that. time will tell how the jokes will age but yeah, the way they were depicted was definitely my favourite thing about the film aside from the art style.

have you guys seen it? what are your thoughts? lemme know :D feel free to comment here or send in some asks!

[woltourney]

ROUND 4 / SIDE B / POLL 2

Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad) v. Naru (@blucifer08)

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper. (Note from submitter: CUL and BOT)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

Naru:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Naru, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Xaela

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Naru became a hero in search of a missing piece of herself! She never felt satisfied in her home of the Steppe. She was an orphan, and although she had an adopted family, she sought out more from beyond the Steppe. She enjoys helping, but I don't think she likes the word 'hero.' In her free time she paints environmental paintings, tries out her bartender friend's drink combinations, and sunbathing :)

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah… I'm not too sure. I suppose I'll win if fate chooses me. I'll accept failure, no matter how bitter… Though I don't see it as likely."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. In my canon, she got fully turned into a sin eater and she uses light instead of void powers as a reaper :)