#props to her for being really great /g

[nmyphomania]

╰┈➤ ❝ [Kinktober Day 3: Breeding]❞

Summary: Some advisors piss Zuko off about a baby, and he decides you’re the only one who can fix this situation.

Warning(s): F! Reader, breeding, mating press, messy kissing, rough sex, snowballing, mouth-spitting, minor dirty talk, dub-con if you read in between the lines, creampie, multiple orgasms

WC: 1.6k

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You never really understood how you and Zuko could possibly go from one situation, to an entirely different one in seemingly mere minutes. More appropriately, an hour or two ago. His advisors were talking to him about how they oh so needed an heir to the throne to be conceived at once. How they preferred a boy to become the next to hold the title of the Fire lord, another preferred that he should be taught extensive firebending training to become as powerful as Zuko was by sixteen. Zuko came back to his quarters pissed as ever just listening to the advisors, he couldn’t believe half of the shit that ran loosely from their ignorant mouths.

The more thoughts of the meeting streamed through his head, the harder he plowed his hips down into you. Thinking about the situation never made his temper falter from any less upset he was in those moments, the bed underneath began to thump against the solid walls unforgivingly. Zuko’s hands went to grip at your fleshy hips, hammering himself forcibly into your salivating folds that could only go basically numb from his assaults. She submitted to his every will during his bout of anger, wails somewhat muffled out due to the thickness of the duvets on the bed, eyes going straight to the back of her head each time Zuko would slam dead on her g spot.

“You want a fucking heir, I’ll give you one, maybe even fucking three.” He spat, more to himself than out loud. You, however, heard this and wholly melted into the mattress with a significantly louder sob than the rest. The man above you lifted his leg up to stamp flatly in the mattress to support his impossibly deeper movements, they sped up smoothly with all his preceding thrusts, greatly affecting the ability to intake a proper lung-full of air. It's like he was a different person when he was upset, there was no negotiation on power play, no playfulness, nothing. He just raw-dogged your insides into a thick pulp with your fucking third orgasm of the night.

His hips spanked fat red marks into the underside of your ass, the rough contact didn’t even hurt anymore. The pain had grown so great that now every time he slapped painfully on your skin, the harsh sting was reduced to a dull, numbed out soreness. From your fingers flying all the way down to your toes felt like pins and needles prickling the surface of your naked body, even your throat started to burn from all the screaming your vocals could barely even support. He finally groaned longingly once your walls came in on his dick, spewing out another trail of juices from the couple’s connection. A strong hand gripped until fingernail marks dug into your flesh, aiding him to propel you back onto his length to intensify his hips’ jolts forward.

A burning sensation now stinging at his pelvis from the reckless use of his toned hips along with his propped up leg, the ecstatic crescendo of his orgasm peaking just behind a couple more thrusts. Drilling the head of his cock so deep he was sure he made it to her heated womb desperately asking for his cum to breed her to the brim and beyond. To plant whatever he could produce from his depths in the midst of her beaten up insides. Heaving his angry arousal along the embrace of her gummy walls around him.

“‘m gonna, do it in you. I hope that’s alright..” He muttered out almost apprehensively. You choked out whatever intelligible words you could form, “Y-yes…Zuko.”

Zuko abruptly flipped you around to stay put on your back, legs being pushed back until her knees hit the mattress beside her head. Standing slightly above her, he moved closer to re enter inside of her in such a crude position on the surface of the bed. From over her own body, he planted deeply inside of her messy pussy, roughly molding out his dick inside of her pitiful sex like some hungry animal. Tears accumulated at the corners of your eyes from the physically demanding position you were now forced into, your legs felt like they could give out from being pushed beyond their flexibility limits. All liquids being forced out of you splashing on his face, creating a wet sheen over his body.

Long, drawn out keens from the both if you sounded into the atmosphere of the room from your mutual stomach-caving finish. Zuko fucked his orgasm inside of her even further, plunging whatever wasn’t already balls deep inside of her. It's like his cock touched the very part of her soul that made something snap in her mind, continuing his jarring pushes downward. So deep, so big, so amazing, you could virtually feel the thickness of the base of his dick in your throat, never letting up fucking you as passionately as he did.

“Give me another I know you can do it f’me love.”

Everything went impractically faster leaving you a filthy mess, you couldn’t even think straight without thinking about how his dick is currently beating down your guts at the moment. Drool seeped steadily from the corner of your mouth, eyes twitching from the immense amount of pressure and jerks from the overwhelming senses of their sex. You could barely wrap your arms around him as he had you mostly pinned down in this foreign position, so deciding it was best to just lay there and take it like some desperate bitch. Sputters, some bubbles and your eyes glued to the back of your head, your mouth left gaping as he leaned over to kiss you gently on your exposed neck.

“Good angi, give it to me Zuko!”

The breathed-out comment sent something rushing through his veins, he couldn’t decipher it but god, the way she looked him into his eyes taunting; hell even daring him to get her all sorts of knocked up. As knocked up as he could even get her, filling her up until her stomach bulged even more prominently. He grew dizzy, legs failing to keep him up through the process of gaining one more blissful finish, his voice nothing more than hoarse whispers of sighs, pants, all telltale signs of him getting so much closer.

Zuko strokes decelerated gently, allowing him to continue to delve inside her deep, relaxing his body so that he can place a firm hand to wrap itself on the base of her neck.

“Open.” She listened wordlessly, he conjured up a petty strand of saliva to spit into the warmth of her open mouth. Letting her lap at his dribble by sticking her tongue out wide, and flicking at anything that came from him. This urged you two into a languid kiss, breathing frantically against each other’s mouths whilst Zuko resumed his previous pace from before. Their lips would meet every now and then, but not for long. You sucked in his bottom lip, licking up into the unexplored space of his mouth. He took the chance to wrap his lips around your tongue, bobbing his head unhurriedly, almost methodically.

As the night dragged on, the both of you were nearly drunk off each other’s lips, hands, skin even. Another couple of orgasms came out of the time and effort both of you put into loving on each other all of his cum only reserved for going inside of you, now working on the final one of the night, the two of you were pressed on the wall rutting into each other like some hormonal teenagers. She threw her head back on the wall with a thud, swallowing thickly, a slightly painful climax ripping through her sobbing pussy. Zuko pulled out of you entirely once he finally came, making you drop on your knees to catch his cum in your mouth. His whole figure tenses and jerks erratically in the heat of the climax, clouding his mind and any thoughts that seemed to run rampant. He huffed, bringing his hand up to bite down on a fist while he blew his literal bodily capacity inside your tight mouth.

As you took all of the stripes of white flinging all over in both your mouth and throat, his abs convulsed and rolled under his pale skin. You watch as he furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his fist out from between his teeth in awe at how hard he came.

“Don’t swallow, c’mere”

Going to pull yourself up with the use of the nearby nightstand, he brought both of his hands to snake around your neck before pulling you into a deep kiss. He swirled around his own essence with his curious tongue, wiping away the stray trail falling from the side of your mouth. It was thick, sloppy, and almost sweet tasting; and the two of them shared how ever much could be evenly distributed between each other.

His right hand went to trace around your figure that outlined your body he knew all too well, traveling across the stuffed swell of your stomach. Maybe, and hopefully so, that a few healthy babies could be conceived from your bred and worked out body. Some of it dripped along the plushness of your thigh, running out from between your naked folds from the overfill he bestowed on her from the events of that evening. Just beautiful, he never said this aloud but he thought it, sliding his hand down even further to fully palm possessively at your throbbing heat he could most definitely lose his mind over.

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Tags:

#[𝐧𝐦𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚®] #atla #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #zuko x reader #reader insert #fanfic #kinktober 2023 #avatar the last airbender #x black fem reader

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Brand New One Shot - Second Preview

I cooked a little :3c

Warning for masturbation!

You made your way up to his tower, replaying the scene in the lobby over and over in your head. Things were going well, weren’t they? He seemed so apologetic when you told him how you felt. And then he just…disappeared like he always does. You really didn’t mean to push the issue, but perhaps you came on a little strong. Plus your rescue of him was a little more than awkward. Not that you minded the closeness, even if it was fleeting. The picture of his head resting against your chest flashed in your mind repeatedly. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more as you were now mere steps from Lucifer’s door.

Focus, you mentally scolded yourself, can’t think about that. It was an accident! It won’t happen again so just…focus. No wonder he ran!

You stood in front of his door now, your knees somehow weaker than they were a moment ago. Those mental images really didn’t help at all. With a deep inhale, you went to knock, but you stopped short when you heard something from beyond the door. You heard your name.

What?, you thought, How…How did he know I was here? Lucifer didn’t sound angry fortunately, but the inflection in his voice made him sound almost sad. And…breathless? You cracked open the door slowly, a little embarrassed at being caught. You went to open your mouth to apologize for the intrusion, but not even a whisper left your lips. Because what you saw in that room left you completely and utterly frozen where you stood.

Lucifer, the great ruler of Hell, was propped up against the obscene amount of pillows on his bed with his pants pooled at his ankles, his very much erect dick in his hand. His eyes were shut, he hadn’t seen you catch him in this extremely vulnerable state.

Run, run, run, RUN! your mind screamed. Everything in your brain was telling you to shut that door and get out of there as fast as you could. But your body refused to react, you remained motionless. You were completely entranced by the scene before you. You watched as Lucifer stroked his cock, mumbling a number of curse words with your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

“Hnng, G-God damn it-ffffuuuccckk….” Lucifer mumbled, his hand gradually picking up the pace as he stoked his shaft.

You tried to wrap your head around what you were seeing, but you were coming up blank. You couldn't believe this. He’s…He’s touching himself…to me?!? How is this…? Why would he…? Your brain was a jumbled mess at this point. It was really beyond your comprehension. You felt tension pool in your stomach at the sight of him becoming undone at the mere thought of you. The sinful sounds he was making went straight between your thighs, to the point where it became uncomfortable that you weren’t giving yourself any attention. The tiniest bit of you wanted to push open that door and give him what he really desired. But before you even begin to think about acting on your carnal instincts, you watched Lucifer's hips bucked up as he came all over his hand. It took every fiber of your being to hold in a whimper that threatened to escape your throat.

Lucifer’s breathing was labored, you watched him toss his arm over his eyes and throw his head back on the pillows. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" you heard him ask. "Why am I doing this?! It’s been months now and I’ve barely had a normal conversation with her! And of course the only time I’ve really talked to her was after my damn head was forced against her…her…s-shit.” He waved his hand, a tissue appearing between his fingers. You watched as he cleaned himself up, thankful that he still hadn’t looked towards his door. Lucifer kicked himself out of his pant and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hanging low. “And what an absolutely fantastic exit I made! “Sorry, gotta go! My dick is hard as a rock right now because of you!” Great job, Lucifer! No wonder she thinks I don’t want her here!” He sighed heavily. “I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t right. I need to stop being a coward and just tell her how she makes me feel…”

A small gasp escaped your lips. Fuck.

Lucifer's head shot up immediately, his panicked eyes fixating on the door. You didn't even close it behind you as you took off sprinting down the hall, praying to anyone who could hear you that he didn't see you. You didn’t stop running til you made it back to your room, slamming the door behind you. Your knees gave out from under you as you dropped to the floor. In that second, it all clicked for you. Why Lucifer seemed to avoid you at every turn, why he tripped over his words when he spoke to you, and why he practically begged you not to leave the hotel.

Lucifer liked you. Lucifer really liked you. That thought alone could have made you scream if you weren’t trying desperately to hold yourself together. And it’s not like you didn’t have passing thoughts about him. He was gorgeous, after all. But not only that, you saw how he acted with the others at the hotel. He was sweet, and silly, and fun, even though you never got to experience it first hand. Now you knew where Charlie had gotten it from.

But of course those thoughts never stayed. He didn’t like you, right? So instead of wallowing in what could never be, you thought it best not to dwell. But now…now those thoughts were coming back in full force. The aching between your legs only grew as the very fresh images of Lucifer naked and moaning in his bed flooded your mind.

There was a knock at the door.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #BLUE BALL CITY BABY #I wanna post the full thing this weekend hopefully #my writing

[crypticjackal13]

hi can I request a macaque, monkey king, Nezha, spider queen and Chang’E separatedly x transmac austictic reader

like reader is loving towards everyone and also chaotic plus they sometimes do crazy stuff like for example if there at a zoo and they see a animal they like for example a tiger they will stop what there doing and they will literally climb the bar wall and be with the tiger and start doing tiger noises as the tiger and the tiger replies back and start being affectionately towards reader as then macaque, monkey king, Nezha, spider queen and Chang’E noticed there gone and sees reader where they are with the wild animal and they will start panicking and will get them out of there and start scolding them as reader then start tearing up they will stop scolding them and try to comfort them and telling him that they where worried and the rest you can do what you want I don’t mind if you change it

Ngl I had a stroke trying to read this but yup I got the general premise! Also props to you for being my first spider queen request :)) I love her sm! I'm gonna do my best! I ran with the tiger idea ngl

SWK, MACAQUE, NEZHA, SPIDER QUEEN, AND CHANG'E x Transmasc!Autistic!Reader Headcanons!

Pronouns: he/him

CW: mmm I don't think there's any?? Comment if yes

Macaque - between the two of you he definitely has the brain cell. He was excited to go to the zoo with you, especially after seeing how pumped up you were to see the tigers. He got the tickets and you two made your way over. Now, he’s got many ways of keeping track of you—being in your shadow, clones, or even just holding your hands—but he chose to use none of those. So when he turned around to look at you after checking out a different animal and you were GONE, panic mode set in. It’s too crowded for him to use his six ears, so he resorts to just running around until he sees you with the tigers. As fast as he can he gets you out of there and takes you to the side. He’s scolding you, telling you that you can’t just do that, but when he sees you starting to tear up he feels bad and reassures you that he’s not upset or anything. He’s just happy you’re safe, now please go wash your hands he SAW you smushing the tiger’s face after it ate—

SWK - this man is the same way with the monkeys. When you two went to the zoo, he stopped and made noises at the monkeys(and you got bored of their conversation so obviously you just wandered off…). He freaks out a bit when you disappeared, but thankfully you weren’t super far away. Not gonna lie, he’d probably let you have your fun with the tigers for a bit—but then it’s go time and he gets you out of there. He doesn’t “scold” you, but he does gently explain that you should at least give him a heads up next time so he can at least help you jump the fence! He’s laid back and honestly I HC him as neurodivergent so he’d vibe really well with you. 

Nezha - SIR PLEASE YOU WILL GIVE THIS MAN A HEART ATTACK (/lh)! Likes going out with you when you’re feeling up for it because he’s got a lot of cool knowledge stowed away in his brain that he can share. However he doesn’t like it as much when he has to use his magic ribbon first as a lasso to get you out of the enclosure but then as a leash to keep you close for the rest of the zoo visit. He half-drags you along to the bathrooms to help you clean yourself up, all while telling you the various ways that could have ended badly. But his demeanor changes when he sees the oncoming storm of emotions in your face. He would hate to upset you. So he stops, sits down with you, and reassures you that it’s okay, but you can’t do that. He values safety over ANYTHING else, so don’t blame him too hard for wanting you to stick by his side. 

Spider Queen - You’re treated like royalty by default because you’re her lovely significant other. Naturally a zoo trip is something she’d love to do with you! Her boys will most likely tag along as well, but they’re gonna go do their own thing while you two enjoy some time together! She cares about you a great deal, and is asking every few exhibits if you’re having a good time, do you need anything, it’s not too warm right? She thought she had your hand in hers, but when you simply aren’t there, she panics a bit, and calls the boys to tell them to help look for you. When all of them report that yup, you’re chilling with the tigers—no, like IN THE CAGE WITH THE TIGERS—she is there in a FLASH. You’re out of the cage and in her arms in seconds. She’s searching first for wounds and then giving you a mini-lecture. But she stops as soon as she sees your eyes glaze over. She gives you a little space and then has you take some breaths with her. No, she’s not mad, if anything she’s impressed. Just glad you’re okay!

Chang’e - (she was in like 1 episode so take everything here with a grain of salt) super sweet and it shows!! A trip to the zoo with you is the perfect fun date so she can take a break from her show for a while. Loves how much you like the animals, and she gives some of her own input as well! Out of the characters so far she’s the most likely to remain calm when she sees you with the tigers. Helps you out on your own time—clearly it wasn’t an accident you got in there, and you’re not in any immediate danger, so what’s the rush? Once you’re out, she has you clean up and just reminds you that you should try and admire from a distance sometimes. Then you two go sit down and eat some lunch that she prepared for you guys in advance <3

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lmk #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lmk spider queen #spider queen x reader #lmk nezha #nezha x reader #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #swk x reader #lmk chang'e #chang'e x reader #transmasc reader #maybe romance if you squint??

[dailydemonspotlight]

I’m feeling in a Devil Survivor mood today, care for me to ask for Jezebel?

Jezebel - Day 33 (Request)

Race: Bel

Alignment: Free Palestine! 🇵🇸

May 7th, 2024

Abrahamic faith and SMT go hand-in-hand. There's a reason YHVH is such a recurring figure in the series, and it's not just due to ATLUS wanting to see god be dethroned every entry. Hell, in mainline, a good amount of theming is based around abrahamic religions, such as things like the Law-Chaos dichotomy or literal Lucifer being a major character in almost every game in the series. However, if there's one game in the series famous for its Christian roots, it'd have to be the first Devil Survivor. Whether it be the main character literally being Abel, the demonic invasion having heavy ties to a biblical apocalypse, or many other characters in the story being reincarnations of biblical characters, Devil Survivor is rife with Christian themes. Admittedly, I haven't played it yet, being a mainline and DDS fan first and foremost, but its themes being so explicitly connected to abrahamic faith to the point it makes even mainline blush is notable to me.

Now, what does this have to do with anything? It has to do with our demon of the day! Great segway, I know. Today's demon of the day is the wicked witch and promoter of Baal, Jezebel! Being an infamous figure for good reason, Jezebel was responsible for many things associated with false prophets- whether it be propping up fake gods like Baal and Asherah or slaughtering Yahwist priests, she was responsible for the fall into heresy that the Omride dynasty experienced. In spite of how unpopular the dynasty grew to be to the common israelite who lived under her, Jezebel promoted growth, eventually leading to conflict with her own people. Only being a princess, she could only promote worship of Baal, however she often went out of her way to kill people who worshipped capital-g God, leading to Panic! At Jerusalem.

Eventually, she led to the death of Naboth in an act of greed for a fellow Israeli citizen, executing the man for not wishing to share his prosperous vineyard with her husband, Ahab. Watching this flagrant disregard for his people, though, was God, who was utterly fuming. Seeing the fall into heresy that Jezebel led Israel right into, he gave Elijah a prophecy- one of the eventual death of Jezebel. The man would report that prophecy to King Jehu, who would give a solid order- one to execute the woman. Jezebel then proceeded to be thrown through a window and eaten by dogs. Yes, really. Death by defenestration is a biblical thing.

Ever since that story, Jezebel has become synonymous with false prophets and heresy in abrahamic faiths, with her name typically being referred to as shorthand for any who manipulate others through lies and gaslighting. As unpopular as she was until her death, though, she's still referred to by many in that same context, and you may find people referring to others as 'Lustful Jezebels' if they're lame enough. Her name was also attached, in the Book of Revelations, to a priest who began to spread sexual promiscuity to her people, hence the "lustful" part of that saying.

Now, in SMT, her design is utterly fascinating- appearing as a late-game boss fight in Devil Survivor, the flowers seem to symbolize promiscuity, while the many tendrils emerging from the torso seem to represent all manners of manipulation. Her design is packed with layers of metaphor, and the imagery of flowers can also represent both 'honeyed words,' as well as the spreading of lies, like pollen. Her design also is frankly sick looking- I really gotta play Devil Survivor, huh? Overall, Jezebel is a fantastically designed demon with some serious importance behind her, a representation of sin and manipulation that I adore.

#shin megami tensei #smt #megaten #persona #daily #ask #btw for the record #fuck israel #this is a purely historical spotlight #and i will NOT tolerate any zionism in the notes #okay? okay.

[eemcintyre]

"Seawolf: The Pirate's Curse" (2005) review

Surprisingly, honestly... why did I enjoy this? I guess after a couple of major misses for me in the form of "The Kidnapping" and "Beyond Forgiveness", my expectations were appropriately low, but this one actually had some likable characters and humor, and that always manages to rope me in. I have a soft spot for fun, silly action fare like this bc of childhood shows like "The Greatest American Hero", I think.

So, the title never makes any sense... what was it supposed to mean? what curse?

First and foremost, I must say TIG is looking oh-so-very pretty and rugged here- the necklaces, the bandanas, the curly-q hair, the tank tops, the sweaty, the ARMMMSSSS 😩

Initially had absolutely no clue what was going on in the beginning; a bunch of people with weird ass outfits in the dark and I was just like please no don't let that be him in the damn fucking cape and eyepatch and o n e l e g; I was like he can't possibly have one leg the whole time, right?? 🤨

But yeah I was definitely experiencing the "dear God what did I get myself into, cheers to another awful mess" 🫡🥂

Why does half the audio sound dubbed (particularly everything that comes out of Rachel's mouth)? Also props to Rachel for being the most emotionally unaffected person ever bc her reactions were so disproportionately calm to what would happen if my bf was constantly disappearing overseas and totaled my gorgeous pink car

We're getting some very Max Parrish-type hooting and hollering up in here; a concise summary of Thorpe is that he's basically if Max had a boat and was an alcoholic instead of a drug addict

We get another hallmark of TIG's movies with a slew of incredibly cringe one-liners that elicit a physical reaction of pain from me, but for every few there was actually a genuinely funny one here and there, so I'll allow it this time...

The whole "I'm a pirate, my father was a pirate, etc." speech had me ROLLING and NOT IN THE WAY THE WRITERS INTENDED I THINK BC HUH??

When he met Helene in that random room full of paintings I was sure we were supposed to take it that the mission was smth art theft-related. but no she just has a passion for maximalist design ig.

Why does the camera get randomly shaky for no reason? Very avant-garde of them

Am I the only one who thinks that Carlos looks like a Walmart George Clooney? Someone else pls tell me I'm not insane

Always throws me off-guard but it's such fun to see TIG in an uncharacteristically light scene like the one where he's dancing in the parade and surrounded by the circle of dancers in the bar. At least he seemed like he was having a good time in this movie 🎉

Ramon and his lil book and the bar scene of Thorpe and Helene drunkenly arguing w each other and sitting on the side of the road was what really started to sell me

anD THEN HE FKIN DR A G S HER ASS 😂

Plus I cannot go without mentioning my appreciation for the way he was holding her knee 👀💕

Love how he spends the majority of this movie just dressed like someone's hot dad who works out, in his cargo shorts, tank top and goatee- oH WAIT IT'S BC HE IS A HOT DAD WHO WORKS OUT IN REAL LIFE

Love how Carlos and all the other villains are devoid of personality or motive except for ~money~, like "the Colonel" doesn't even have a name!!!

Was genuinely stressed that my boy was going to clock himself in the head when he was swinging that rope trying to scale that building

When Helene straight-up PUNCHED HER SISTER IN THE FACE like these ladies have some beef and I need to know where it stems from

This film is another great example of TIG's grossly underutilized comedic potential- a là the map reading scene

Hilarious how Carlos just shrugs like "I don't care, whatever I guess" when who he believes to be Marlena says she wants to say a dramatic goodbye to Thorpe

Ok but how did he not die?? Thank goodness but how??

Even more hilarious how the Colonel, who has had nothing but hatred and murderous intent for Thorpe throughout, is just so touched by Thorpe's being a ✨ big softie with morals ✨ that his vengeful compulsions are soothed and he's content with taking the gold like "hey bro, we're square now <3" and just fuckin walks away

Good on them for giving the treasure back to Mexico

Was legit concerned for too long there that they weren't actually going to end up together and I was screeching

DO THEY ACTUALLY USE THE SAME SHOT OF THE BOAT AT SUNSET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOVIE AND AT THE END?? lmaooo

Honestly, I think they could have leaned even more into the humorous aspect and the treasure hunt part of the film; made it a bit more of a National Treasure/Indiana Jones sort of thing, and I definitely would have liked some more character development, esp. for the sidekicks and villains, but overall, I award this film an unexpected 6/10. I had a good time 🙃🩷

#thomas ian griffith #the pirate's curse #seawolf #seawolf: the pirate's curse #jeffrey thorpe #film review #movie review

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

its funny cause i give my parents updates on this tournament, and the only frame of reference they have is the bands/people i'm into generally. (my mum says "well, you should be glad i don't know who you're talking about because that would mean i'm trying to be hip and cool" lmao). anyways

i think its soooo funny because like. my parents obviously know who oasis is. i have a poster i got from knebworth 22 in my room (place of pride for real), and i've played them in my care a LOT. my mum has a very vague idea of who HIM is because i've got a shirt for them (heart pentagram is such a sick design and i will die on this hill). i showed the two of them to my mum and she was like "obviously liam. the other one looks too much like a girl." and on one hand it was like "you don't understand." but on the other hand, validation. cause like. yeah. liam's gorgeous obviously. but then like. i showed her other picture of ville valo cause i totally voted for him (i'm so sorry liam but how could i not) and she GOT IT.

anyways, dad's upset mariah carey won because "she sings that hideous christmas song and anyone is better than her" and also, he's of the opinion that i should have immediately wanted to vote keanu reeves instead of holding out until i knew who he was up against (still not over liam vs. ville valo the ultimate betrayal and sadness lol)

dad's opinion is also that axl rose should win the next round solely based on the fact that he knows who he is, but really, what does he know, cause he made fun of me rooting for jarvis with my entire being.

idk where i'm going with this sorry. i love this tournament, and hilariously i'm more invested in this than the original bracket, but that's cause my most beloved albums got eliminated soooooo quickly (seeing the same in the 2000s bracket and i tell myself that my taste is just more niche rather than bad)

-from the very tipsy anon that sent something in quite awhile ago. very sorry that you only get these very long winded anons when i've had a few

n.e.ways. this blogs great and i got a kick out of you saying you'd integrate the trent reznor fuck or be like teenage girl thing into your belief system.

also, i agree with the anon that said than radiohead man aged real nice where as damon didn't. given, i last saw him with a mullet, and thought he aged like spoilt milk, but radiohead man (remembered his name Thom! aged real nice)

also, as much as creep is like the stereotypical radiohead song and kinda considered overplayed, it UNDERSTANDS ME and also me as a teen. props to him. idk if i can bring myself to vote for him though (not cause he's kinda weird looking - odd looking people are HOT ok) but cause i had a devestating crush on a guy who was obessed with radiohead and he literally told me that i give off "emotionally unavailable vibes and its cool to make friends with someone so similar to me" and it ruined me emotionally for a good like 5 months)

also, props to oasis for having supersonic as one of their top songs, cause hell yeah Give Me Gin and Tonic! literally my drink of choice lmaooooo

once again, very sorry for very long anon, had another g+t while writing this (that makes 6!)

have a very good evening! i adore this blog! and i think youre hella cool and i could never imagine trying to rum a tournament and answer all the asks that you do (there's reason i'm anon unless i have the amazing urge to send pics in aid of my very special blorbo)

<3

omg no this is lovely actually

Apparently my blog has already met the parents?? I'm so proud ahaha and your parents have some of the funniest takes. I love reading these long asks, it's like a sneak peek into the minds of my viewers and honestly means the world to me. Enjoy your gin and tonic, anon, and a wonderful evening to you as well <3

#most attractive 90s musician #asks

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How Would You Feel?

How would you feel when telling lies has become a routine for a relationship that was once complete and perfect? Having lesser time for each other, two people learnt to be distant with one another—literally and emotionally. Will they be able to fix the broken pieces of their love as a whole? Or will they stay broken with their unspoken lies? park jisung x reader g: angst, fluff

wc: 3, 708

warnings: characters lie (to not be a burden, etc.), characters feel like burdening when it comes to relying or depending on the other, characters blame themselves, mention of anxiety, major exams ('cause why not)

The usual pretty smile you see from him, his giggles and adorable laughter, his deep lulling voice, his sweet compliments, his how are you's—where did it all go?

Jisung and you are both situated on the bed; backs facing each other.

What happened to your relationship? You were doing great as you can recall. How did it go this way?

"Ji?"

"Hm?"

"How was practice?"

"Good." Discontented with his short answer, Y/N nodded, even though the other couldn't see her before Jisung spoke up again. "We won, as always."

"That's great. You did great today..."

"Hm,"

It was the driest conversation you've ever had with him. It wasn't what you're supposed to be receiving as a response. You could always picture the same thing he would always say whenever you compliment him or tell him how he did, because you never fail to show and tell him that he's always amazing no matter what.

It was supposed to be, "Really? Aww thank you, love. I was worried. I love you so much."

You missed and love everything about him but this side he's showing you these past few weeks. His awkwardness, the way his cheeks and ears heat up when he's flustered, him complimenting you every chance he gets. Him safely wrapping you in his arms when you sleep or when you're right beside each other. Him who randomly talks about the universe matters out of the blue. His weird side, his clumsiness, his humor, his gentle and soft touches, him sulkily saying to let him be and just watch you when you tell him off that he's been staring at you for too long. Him telling you that Chenle hit his butt again and that you will confront the said suspect for he had hurt your baby.

Everything.

Weeks since it had all started, both of you didn't really have time for each other as you were preparing for your own upcoming exams. And only today, you managed to head straight and come over to his apartment after a long exam. Those days when you both didn't have time for each other, you didn't realize he was growing distant with you. No daily texts coming from him, unless you message him first. Not even asking how you're doing, and when you do ask him, he'd reply so shortly. And you weren't used to it, because usually, the moment you ask him how his day went, he would tell you the whole story regardless if his day went well or not.

You faced his side and propped one of your elbows to sneak up on him, placing your chin on his arm, "You okay, baby? You're quiet these days. Is there something wrong?" You would lie if you said you're oblivious to not seeing that there's something wrong—your boy doesn't act like himself around you anymore. Still, you asked him, hoping he was just tired and sad.

"I'm tired, y/n."

You froze. He called you by your name, and not his signature endearment for you— love.

You tried to regain your composure, as if his coldness didn't affect you, "Mind telling me what happened?"

"I had a really long practice earlier and I'm tired, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna sleep first."

You felt your eyes pool with hot stinging liquid, as you slowly lay back on the mattress, staring at the open ceiling, pulling your blanket up to your neck as you crumble and bite your lips to prevent yourself from crying.

What were you being so sensitive for?

He said he's tired and he wanted to sleep first and you still try to push the buttons. What was wrong with that?

Why aren't you used to it? His cold responses. It's as if he didn't want to talk to you. But you tried to understand because he's tired—as what he had said.

"Okay, I'm sorry... Sleep well, alright? I love you." you propped yourself up and placed a goodnight kiss to his head. You were contemplating doing it actually. Thinking he'd shake you off and your physical affection, but he didn't.

You stared at the ceiling again. Overthinking things that you aren't used to.

He would always kiss you back when you're about to sleep. From your forehead, to your nose, and to your lips, sometimes he'd sneak up kisses to your cheeks when you're asleep and he loves to kiss the crown of your head the most whenever he feels like it. He'd always give you kisses before you sleep, always.

But why isn't he giving you at least one now?

Still you tried not to mind because he was tired.

"I was wondering," you begin again, sensing that he was still awake, listening, "What happened to us?"

You know you wouldn't be able to receive a proper answer or response, it has been like this for a few weeks now.

"Baby," you felt your lips tremble, wanting to just let it all out, "Answer me please... I can't sleep thinking if I've done something wrong that I feel like you start to change and become distant from me."

It was suffocating. Being in the same room with him, knowing you wouldn't be able to sort your thoughts as long as he doesn't tell you. It suffocates you to the core that you're crying because things suddenly just went wrong for the both of you, and without you realizing.

You couldn't last the atmosphere that night with him in that room without him cuddling you as if there's no tomorrow, that you found yourself in the kitchen for a glass of water. And then to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water to stop crying, but to no avail, it didn't help.

You decided to just spend the night on his living room couch, uncomfortably trying to situate yourself in order to have at least enough hours of good sleep from the sleepless nights you had these past few weeks because of overthinking.

You hated how the room and natural temperature made you curl your body and reach for your legs to emit warmth from yourself because you weren't used to not having Jisung pulling you impossibly closer to his chest under the blanket for warmth. You didn't really mind bringing your pillows and blanket down because you know you still wouldn't be able to sleep properly, yet you still hoped you'd get a good amount of sleep for tonight.

Because like Jisung, you are also tired.

Few good minutes after your breakdown, you were thankfully pulled to sleep. Just that you cried yourself to sleep.

Unknown to your sleeping state, Jisung had opened the door to his room, finding your pitiful self on his living room couch. His apartment wasn't as lively anymore; that even at the slightest noises from outside his room, he could hear—like your muffled cries that you tried to cover before it died down because you fell asleep.

It broke him.

He carefully strolled down the stairs without making any loud noise, carrying the blanket from his bedroom— thoughts occupied with how you chose to distance yourself from him so you would be able to cry without him seeing or hearing. How suffocating has it been that your heart couldn't take it anymore, but still chose to act firm around him?

When he neared your spot seeing you shivering and frowning, Jisung felt his heart sink—and so did his knees.

He felt awful. How could he treat you like this? How dare he bother fill your mind with confused thoughts because of your current situation? Just how much of an asshole can he be for you to even stay by his side and love him still?

It is stabbing his heart that you are still trying to build back your relationship while he... he's close to giving up, even in himself.

His cold treatment to you didn't mean he was falling out of love—that he's so sure of.

He was occupied—mentally; and both with time and responsibilities.

When you got sick for three days, he wasn't aware. Though he asks you how you're doing every single free time he gets even if he's so tired. Jisung wanted to be sure you were doing okay, however, that night he asked why you didn't show up to school during the day (in courtesy of your best friend who told him), you made up a lie saying you were in Busan for a sudden family reunion which will last for 3 days because you know he has upcoming major exams he's trying to catch up along with his dance and soccer practice. If you would've told him you were sick, he'd ruin his study schedule in no time just to rush over to see you and take care of you himself.

After the three days of your "trip to Busan", Jisung informed you the night before that he'd pick you up to school and get breakfast together at his favorite café. He was so excited to tell you he had almost unexpectedly got perfect scores for their major exams regardless of his tight schedules as a student, a dancer, and as an athlete. Jisung was so giddy just by imagining that you'd jump in joy with him at the news and to hear you praise him whilst hugging him and even giving him sweet rewards. He was looking forward to it.

But at that day, the boy went to school alone—downhearted.

When he arrived at your residence the next day, he had met your mom from the outside who was getting ready to start her car to work. The woman who hadn't seen the boy for long greeted Jisung and went towards him to ask how he's been, and so did Jisung. But the mind of the younger one was itching to ask about you, his girlfriend, when your mother slipped, forgetting the agreement you made with her to lie if ever she meets Jisung and asks about your well-being and whereabouts. After realizing that she had told Jisung she was finally gonna go back to work after having straight work leaves because you were sick, she knew she was too late to make up excuses because Jisung had already barged into your house and headed straight into your room where he sees you, bedridden.

Your mom had followed the frantic boy to your room, who was just standing near your door, eyes brimming with tears before he looked down his feet and turned to your mom to politely tell her to leave you two alone. After your mother had gone, he closed the door; stepping slowly to not wake your peaceful sleeping state. School had long forgotten when Jisung decided to sit and drop his backpack on the floor to see you closer.

He felt so betrayed yet guilty. Jisung felt so betrayed that you had to lie so you wouldn't disturb his important schedules and he felt so guilty for actually believing you and leaving you like this while he's out there trudging happily because of his great news. It felt so off and now that he had seen you like this, he wished he wasn't so happy about getting those grades and for winning another soccer practice. He wished he would've known you were sick and he would've taken care of you while he fits his study schedule to his other appointments.

Why did you have to lie though? He would've been content with getting a passing score while being beside you—not that he thinks you're a burden to his studies and to his practices. You were far being a burden to his life; you make his days better. All Jisung wanted was for you to trust him and to be comfortable with sharing with him 'cause you've been going out for almost two years now, and because he has always wanted to do everything he can for you.

The boy shakingly reached up to your head, feeling your body temperature not too warm—he had guessed you were slowly getting better. One thing he had immediately noticed the moment he came in the room was your pale, skinny face he hadn't almost recognized. You lost too much and he wasn't aware. His thumb had reached to your cheek, rubbing smooth circles where he could feel your cheekbone than your fluffy cheeks more prominent than ever. At the contact, you stirred in your sleep in which he panicked, but you were asleep so soundly to even notice his presence.

"Just why are you like this... I hate how you feel so undeserving and unworthy to take care of." Jisung's lips start to quiver, "You do know I will do anything I can to make you feel happy and safe around me. A-And that by means also feeling safe to share everything you want to share with me and knowing you're never a burden to me."

That day, Jisung managed to take care of you himself without you seeing him every time you stir awake and sometimes looking at your phone for hours before sleeping again. And every time you are awake, Jisung is in the living room. He had rummaged through your refrigerator to see if your mom had made you a porridge that he could just heat up. Well he did. Jisung didn't know why when he felt like luck was with him cause every time he opens your door, you're asleep and he could bring you something to eat and remind you to take your medicines in a note.

Jisung wanted to feed you himself but thinking about the possible horror on your face when you see him beside you and remembering the lies you made up for him to not show up in your house, he resorted to just pretending to be your mom and stayed until dinner when your mother had finally arrived. The woman didn't expect Jisung to stay the whole day and take care of you, thinking you were just gonna have a talk when Jisung asked her to leave you both. She had also learned before Jisung bid her a goodbye, the latter had told her to not tell you he had come and he was with you the whole time.

Since then, when you finally regained your health, you were so focused on catch up on your own exams and you were so excited to finally see your boyfriend who hasn't been texting or calling you for days now.

Jisung just felt afraid—he felt so inferior and unworthy for you.

He watched your peaceful state. This was so familiar. Finally, you managed to sleep. He wanted to carry you back to his bedroom but he wouldn't want to steal the chance of you getting a proper sleep from all the nights you were thinking about the possible things you have done for this relationship to suddenly shift cold. He carefully placed the blanket around you, as he sat on the cold tiled floor.

Jisung reached for your forehead, placing a long, heavy kiss, pulling away when his tears started pooling his eyes and dropping on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." he began, "I'm deeply sorry for hurting you, my love..." His tears continued to cascade his cheeks as he carefully watched your face, noticing the dried tears that strolled down your soft ones.

You cried a lot.

"I don't want to rant to your unconscious state right now. I'd be more of a coward if I did so. But I feel like talking right now. I hope we'll get to talk properly tomorrow, hm?" he brushed strands of your hair that got in your face, "I missed you so much, love..." his lips quiver as he started to break down again. "I don't know what has gotten into me lately. You don't deserve this—you don't deserve me..." he wiped his tears away, head hung low, picking with the skin around his nails—a habit he usually does when he's anxious not until you came to his life and helped him manage his anxieties. "If the universe will let me, I will fix us. I will do anything to fix us and get back to normal again. I can't live with the thought that you'll start to get tired and hate me. I need to see your smile and hear you laugh again, run into my arms if you want 'cause I'll catch you and will never let go of you again. But in order to fix everything, I'll have to fix myself first."

You stirred in your sleep when you felt a soft kiss against your forehead, followed by a whispered, "I love you so much, and I'm sorry for everything. I love you..." it felt and sounded familiar, but you thought it was just another part of your dream.

You felt the sunlight from the windows directly hit your face, causing you to wake up from your sleep. You looked through the window, thinking you won't be able to face Jisung today and he wouldn't want to see you, but you shrugged the thought and tried to move when you felt weight above your stomach. How occupied were you that you didn't even notice the thick cover that hovered above you, along with the arm of the person you missed the most?

His forehead was laid flat on the small space beside you, a position that sat on the cold ground.

You panicked at his situation immediately. You don't like it when he's uncomfortable, so you tried to sit up but stayed still instead, since you also didn't want to stir him awake.

So it was really him who kissed your forehead and whispered I love you's and apologies last night, yet you thought it felt and sounded too real to be a dream.

You reached your hand to his that was above your stomach, caressing the back of his palm with your thumb. It was only then that you wished you didn't do that action to his hand because he was awoken by that simple touch, completely forgetting he easily flinches when touched.

He snapped his head immediately, looking at the reason why his hand felt ticklish to finally avert his attention to you who was staring at him.

"Good morning," you mentally hoped he's not mad at your anymore, "love,"

And you shut eyes when Jisung leaned in and kissed your head.

"Good morning, my love," you replied with rather teary eyes, rubbing your thumb on his hand. It's been so long since you woke up to him beside you, greeting you a 'good morning', kissing your forehead, and calling you 'love' again.

You missed this.

"How are you feeling?" you question, and he pursed a smile. God you love it when he smiles, and you're seeing it again right now.

"I don't want to lie, but I don't exactly feel good about how I've been treating you these past few weeks. But I'm happy to just see you this close again, and hearing your voice, greeting me a good morning. I don't want to ruin the start of your day with my explanation, I hope you understand."

"Okay, let's take things slowly. Should we prepare breakfast instead?"

He nodded eagerly, helping you sit up straight before he decided to push himself up to sit on the couch and hug you.

"I missed you," you felt the tremble in his voice, feeling him tighten your hug and his face buried on your neck. "God, I miss this." he pulled away only to hold both sides of your neck, carefully watching your face, as if he hadn't seen it for years and decided to study it again, "You're still angelic as ever, my love." You felt your heart flutter, beating as if it had just resuscitated. There's the Jisung you know, the one who loves to stare at your face and compliment you. "I love you," he leaned and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, "And I'm genuinely sorry for treating you in a way you didn't deserve to be treated." then he placed another soft kiss on your nose, "I was an asshole, but I love you, that's why I'm gonna change and fix us again. I hope you forgive me—at least not now, but let me prove to you that I will not treat you like trash ever again. I hope you give me a chance to explain things that's been bothering me, and apparently—affecting our relationship."

In his eyes were sincerity and courage to change for the best—the sincerity that you wished for so long. You saw how hot liquid cascaded his cheekbones but he was still trying to show you a smile; big, warm hands still on your cheeks, thumbs rubbing against your skin. You held his hands, before removing them off your face, your own hands reaching to hold the sides of his face, leaning in to capture him in a gentle kiss.

You love him so much you decided to give him another chance. You love him so much you easily gave in to his sincere apologies, because you weren't mad at him in the first place; just puzzled. And he was sincere.

"I'll listen, I will always listen. Do talk to me always, okay? 'Cause I'm always ready to hear you out."

Jisung sighed in relief before enclosing you in a warm hug again. "Thank you, I still don't know how I deserved you, but I will repay your kindness and will love you through your best and worst. I love you..."

"You and me; let's always talk, hm?"

"And you and me," Jisung grinned before ruffling your hair, "we should stop lying to each other, it's unhealthy!"

You giggled as you ran your hand to rub his back, "I love you, too; through your best and your worst, I will do."

An overwhelming sense of feeling washed over you when you realized your boyfriend was back to being himself—the Jisung you know and loved the most. And a relieving, breathable air surrounded you both. You weren't suffocated anymore.

Everything was slowly getting manageable again.

#nct dream #parkjisung #nct jisung #nct jisung angst #park jisung imagines #nct dream angst #park jisung fluff #nct imagines #shoscc #nct au #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #park jisung x reader

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Pokemon Journeys Episode 115

All right so it's time to take on this very controversial anipoke episode. Lowkey, I find it kind of funny that two of the most controversial episodes in the history of the anime have involved Alain. Poor guy I'm going to start with my favorite things about the episode. I really loved that we finally get to see Ash noted as the Alolan champion in the World Coronation Series. Finally, they gave him (some) props. As someone who started all the way back in OS saga, I've seen him win the Orange Island championship and conquer the battle frontier and I do hope at some point they do mention those feats too because those are also important to his legacy and Ash at this points deserves to be seen as the awesome trainer that he truly is. I also really loved the interactions between the masters 8. Especially Iris- she honestly really made the episode for me. I loved how her and Ash were running to the waiting area and bounding in like the excited children they are only to get a little nervous seeing the serious atmosphere from the other competitors. Also Iris thanking everyone when she was introduced in the opening ceremony and her reaction realizing she'd be going up against Cynthia was adorable. And of course I can't forget about her adorable selfie that she took with Cynthia and Diantha. It really showed that despite her being a powerful trainer, she's still young and new to the role as champion. Talking about my love for the interactions this episode actually leads to my first major criticism of the episode in that I definitely think that this episode should've been split into two. There was a lot going in this episode, a lot of which could have been better served if they were given more time. I personally definitely could watch an entire episode just focused on the masters 8 interacting. I think would be really cool. And now for the most controversial part of the episode the Leon vs Alain battle. Honestly I didn't really have a problem with the battle. In regards to the previous paragraph, I do think the battle could've definitely benefitted from having an entire episode to itself but I'm not upset with Leon cloberring Alain like he did. Admitetdly, I don't really have strong feelings towards Alain (or XY/XYZ anime) although I did enjoy the change of pace in the anime-verse due to his mega evolution special, so I understand that for fans of his they feel differently and see the battle as not that great for him. To me though, the fact that he got a clean win on Leon's Rillaboom is a huge feat as he's now the first trainer we've seen in the anime-verse get a KO on any of Leon's Pokemon. I'm specifying animeverse since we know from Raihan's league card he's the only person prior to the player in gameverse to KO a large number of Leon's Pokemon. Yes we can assume that in offscreen Land Raihan in the anime has KO'ed some of Leon's team, but that doesn't negate the fact this is our first on-screen KO in a trainer battle of any of Leon's team. I also really liked that Leon's Charizard didn't have to use Gigantamax to beat Alain's Mega Charizard X. Don't get me wrong, a G-max Charizard vs Mega Charizard would've looked awesome. But I think it's been important to the writers to show Leon doesn't have to rely on G-Max Charizard to secure a win (and we've seen that not only with this fight, but with Leon vs Flint in a prior episode). I will say I would've preferred Ash and Alain to rematch over Alain and Leon just because of the history. That being said, the Alain vs Leon and Ash vs Steven aren't the first time we've seen unpredictable matchups in anime tournaments. Think Gary and Ash not even battling at all in the indigo league contrary to their game and manga counterparts. Or even Trip and Ash being the first battle of the Unova league. The anime has been known to do wild matchups which I don't think is inherently bad because it reflects the true random nature of tournaments instead of how some anime/manga tend to make very convenient matchups. If anything I'm just far more salty they decided to bring back Alain instead of keeping Raihan in the Masters 8. We honestly didn't need two representatives from Kalos when Galar is the newest region. The Galar shafting has been a particularly thing I've loathed in journeys which brings me to my next point. Hop. Poor Hop. Okay admittedly I ugly-laughed when his Wooloo got knocked out in 10 seconds flat to Ash's Pikachu. That was hilarious. Of course I'm just over the moon to finally see Hop in the anime. Also I really loved the dynamic Goh, Hop and Ash had in the stands watching the Alain vs Leon battle. But even with all of that, Hop's inclusion in the episode just ends up being a painful reminder for me of what could've been. We could've had a more Galar-centric series where Hop could've been a rival to Ash. I think Ash and Hop could've had a great dynamic and Hop's already great character arc could've been enhanced in the anime. So seeing him being reduced to essentially a combination of the Furfrou guy from Kalos and Max when Ash faced Norman is disheartening to say the least. I feel like for me the sour taste this episode left in my mouth was really just a buildup of multiple snubs to Galar.

#pokemon journeys #ash ketchum #champion iris #alain pokemon #champion leon #rival hop #goh pokemon #champion cynthia #champion diantha #epic spheal reviews

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Oooohh, now I want to ask after your last Gus post--what accessories would you give different cats if the show let them have more props?

I don't necessarily think all the cats need props, persay (though it’d be cute if, say, Jemima had the little spikey bracelets or the psychic twins did some crystal ball juggling/passing and had bells around their necks or cats like Etcetera had big floppy bows) , but the song ones having costume props (not necessarily set props because that gets relied on way too heavily - the revival shows shades of that) would be a lot of fun. Heck a lot of older and non-replica productions *do* give them a solid prop here or there to play around with or add even more personality to their looks - that's fun in itself!

I'd love for Tugger to go even further into the 80s hair band/glam metal meets Elvis Presley meets Mick Jagger type angle - a band on the upper arm of some kind (either chained or another bandana - mirroring his leg bandana on the other side), the larger rings on his hands (pinky ones at least), stud the boots or keep the hush puppies/creepers, and keep the "T" some costume iterations have on his collar but hang it down lower, if that makes sense, to mimic the "choker long necklace" combo with his collar (like the TCB necklace). If they could get a ring on the tail without it becoming a harzard or overweighing it, that'd look really cool (they could with rope tails for certain). The double hoop earing sewn into one ear on the wig would be great (the dangled one that was more popular wouldn't quite work but the George Michael earring on Tugger would be ace). I also would love a pair of disposable sunglasses for him to enter in and play around with; toss them off stage after he gives his initial "If you offer me pheasant..." or "If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse". I'm always partial to the leather jacket but I think his costume already shows enough shades of that with the way his ruff is put on - maybe put some rhinestones on a separate song ruff right down where the zipper would be just for some pizazz.

I'm already a big proponent of giving Skimble the Oxford glasses, and give him an *actual* pocket watch attached to that chain in his vest. Also the movie giving him a little whistle was great and should be transferred on stage too! The slender whistle hanging just under his bell would give another interesting shape to his shirt front. Give him that little telling silver flask on his hip - and a tea cup is already mimed but a real one would be cute if they could time it well!

Jellylorum could have a little knitted shawl ala the Italian tour; a little conductor baton (Munk having a little conductor baton or a pocket watch would *also* be very cute). Let Asparagus keep Gus' little red song scarf over his ruff for a wink wink nudge nudge. Gus and Old Deuteronomy should both have their little walking sticks because they canonically need them (make them different to illustrate a difference between them as individual characters - Deuteronomy's being more organic - almost like an ancient looking tree - and Gus' being straighter and more "modern" looking, having been used as a teaching tool first and foremost before it became an aid). And I'd love for them to give Gus the little spectacles as well (or even mirror the Bustopher Jones and G***ltiger counterpart and just give him the left eye monocle) just because glasses actors would have a field day with that one. The Yorik skull from the animated film concept art is extremely on the nose, but that'd be a lot of fun too - giving him something to reminisce with *and* echo something sad as well.

Jenny needs her bow back and maybe a knitted bag to keep her little things in. Jenny's a busy hand type of person; keep that needlepoint and knitting and card deck in there and when she'd idle for long periods have her whip those out). Giving *her* a little silver whistle on a chain (in army style) too seems very appropriate. Tuck it under the pink bow - maybe give her something echoing a military ranking or insignia in place of a collar tag (considering we couldn't put it in the usual places without it looking off). Give a nice little contrast in visible personality. I also would love for her to wear a little hat ala her Gumbie cat costume; just something small in those shades to echo throughout. OR or have her wear Bustopher's flower tucked behind one of her ears the rest of the show - pin in on in a quick change during Mungo and Teazer's number.

Mistoffelees should go back to his OG Japanese counterpart and have tricks up his sleeves - literally. Give him the scarves and the baton "magic wand" that turns into flowers - a baton twirling Misto always works, idc what anyone says. Stage managers probably hate this one, but bring back the tossing/blowing confetti/glitter from his palms (and keep the white palmed black gloves attached to the suit). A slightly floppier black bowtie he can actually grab and adjust like the little smarty he is. Just something fun and flashy that he can do before he gets into the meat of his solo to warm the audience up.

I think boas during the Macavity number are *also* great little touches. Give Demeter and Bomba those more often. Teazer should keep her pearls throughout (pin them to the unitard so they don’t swing around and hurt anyone). Just little small things here and there.

#jellicles ask because jellicles dare #theimpossiblescheme #costuming #and yeah i know they're supposed to be cats #they are anthropomorphic cats designed in the late 70s/early 80s - they can be as gaudy and grungy as they want - as they should be #i don't think they *need* any of these things but it'd be fun

[she-of-seidhr]

Some half-baked thoughts on Rings of Power Season 1.

First of all, the time compression sucks. I fear it will rob us of the opportunity to fully see the breadth and depth of Sauron’s brilliance in the Second Age. It feels too slow because of unnecessary plotlines, and then too fast where we need the meat (and we need it raw).

My verdict is it’s a watchable, somewhat decent first season with the writing being subpar where it actually matters, and overall just more lows than highs really, but I’d like to think they’ll learn from it and it’ll get better.

Major props to Charlie Vickers’ portrayal of Halbrand AND Sauron. He was in my opinion the consistently brilliant star of the show.

Also, love to Joseph Mawle’s Adar, Lloyd Owen’s Elendil, Owain Arthur’s Durin IV, and yeah, Charles Edwards’ grandpa Celebrimbor. No weak scene from any of them.

I still hate how Finrod looked like but Will Fletcher’s performance was pretty great.

Surprisingly, one of the weakest actors for me was Morfydd Clark. She seems to be having a difficult time acting out pain, anguish, and frustration, and her facial expressions bothered me.

I hate hate hate what they’ve done with Gil-galad so far. Fuck. Galadriel’s arc should have been his minus all the pointed rage and overt stupidity. He has a named weapon for fuck’s sake! But hey, girl power. I don’t even know how people can defend the worst tendencies they gave Galadriel by saying that’s her arc. If the showrunners can’t find a way to mesh her pride/desire for power vs. wisdom conflict (that’s ALWAYS been what her journey is all about) with whatever other things they had in mind, then they’re not really doing a very good job. 

Continuing with girlboss G, stripping away her feminine strengths and replacing them with a sword which is a literal symbol of male power doesn’t send the message you think it does, Amazon. Stunning and brave  how you gave her a slight Madwoman in the Attic/Cassandra of Troy vibes in a world chiefly ruled by men who dismiss her concerns and push her aside. That’s the activist Tolkien “experts” peeking through right there.

I don’t care enough about the others, except maybe Maxim Baldry’s Isildur because I hated the false perception the original film trilogy gave the audience. Robert Aramayo as Elrond is ok, but still a better Ned.

Way too much PJ callbacks, it’s as if they know they have to rely on the nostalgia to win people over

GIVE ME CELEBORN AND CIRDAN YOU FUCKS, Glorfindel too pls

#rings of power #the lord of the rings #j.r.r. tolkien #sauron #gil-galad #galadriel #celebrimbor #isildur #elendil #numenor #halbrand #adar #elrond #finrod #still going to watch season 2 if i manage to care enough during the 2 year gap #The Silmarillion

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: All It Takes

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Rating: G? Words: 610 Fandom: Love Live Parent Fic: How to Handle a Nico Time Frame:  October of Maki’s 3rd year in high school and Nico’s 2nd year of college Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Time

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 2nd’s prompt

Summary: Nico and Maki go costume shopping

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“So, Maki-chan,” Nico said as she and her girlfriend entered the seasonal store “what do you wanna see Nico wear this year?”

“Hrm…” The redhead dutifully began to inspect the displays of Halloween costumes.

While Nico certainly had several ideas of her own, she couldn't help being curious about what Maki might choose. Historically, she had made her own costumes to save money, only splurging for an accessory or two. But now she was trying to divide her day between professional, though only part time, idol duties, and college courses, while still managing to find time to spend with her girlfriend. Thus, she had given into Nozomi's suggestion to just buy a costume for the upcoming Halloween-themed μ’s reunion.

“How about this?” Maki suddenly suggested.

“Nico is not a dog.”

“The tag says it's a werewolf.”

“Doesn’t matter, it's nowhere near cute enough for Nico.”

“I dunno… I think Nico-chan would make a very cute weredog.”

“I thought you said it was a wolf?!”

“Maybe a Pomeranian?”

Nico growled. Maki chuckled and reached up to pat her head. Nico nipped at her hand, earning more laughter.

“Fine, then Maki-chan should wear this.” Nico grabbed a nearby outfit.

“Charmander?” Maki raised an eyebrow.

“It fits with Maki-chan's fiery temperament.”

This time it was Maki's turn to growl and Nico's to giggle.

“Alright, then what about this?” Maki produced a pair of wings.

“A moth?”

“A continuation of your cocoon ‘costume’ from last year.”

“Yeah, I got that.” Nico put a hand on her hip. “But really, one time is all it takes for Maki-chan to never let Nico live down a little prank?”

“Yes.”

Nico sighed dramatically.

“Would you prefer this?”

Nico leaned in to inspect the new outfit. “What’s a Dullahan?”

“You don't know?” Maki raised an eyebrow.

Nico shook her head.

“But Nico-chan was the one who tried to convince me her head fell off last year.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I know what a Dullahan is.”’

“Headless horseman.”

“Why didn’t you just say that then?”

Maki sighed.

“I’m kidding, Maki-chan. Of course Nico knows what a Dullahan is. She has been dressing up herself and three siblings in all manner of costumes over the years.” She reached out to take the costume and inspect it further. “And honestly, this dress is pretty cute, in a kinda sorta Gothic Lolita type of way.”

“Great, then let's get it.” Maki suddenly grinned.

Nico narrowed her eyes.

“Suggested accessories are this black cloth bag for you to wear over your head. Don’t worry, it's thin enough that it won't impair your vision much, just hide your head.” Maki held out the accessory.

“But Nico's adorable face would be hidden then!”

“Exactly.”

Nico pursed her lips.

“It also suggests we get a prop pumpkin to stand in for Nico-chan's missing head. But I think we can carve a real one instead.”

“Maki-chan is mean! Nico is too cute to use a pumpkin for her head!”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Alternatively, we could just paint stiches on Nico-chan's neck. I'm sure I could make them look pretty realistic.”

“That… actually is a good idea.” Nico admitted. “But if Nico is gonna be a headless horserider, she's gonna need a horse.”

“No.”

“Awww…” Nico pretended to pout. “Anyway, a Dullahan is kinda like a collector of souls, right? So, Maki-chan should match with some other reaper costume.”

“Maybe a hooded robe and a prop scythe, like those?” Maki pointed.

Nico shook her head. “Too easy. There's gotta be some other death god type outfits around here. Let’s find one!” And with that, Nico grabbed Maki's hand and pulled her deeper into the store.

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Author’s Note Continued: A bit of a sequel to last year’s 2nd prompt where Nico wraps some prop in a cocoon of sheets for Maki to find, only to sneak up behind her as a ghost.

And on the topic of last year’s prompts, it was joked about on Discord to pair last year’s prompts with this year’s. And I’ve managed to do it for my primary entries for four days now. No idea if I can keep it up all month, but we’ll see. So last year’s first prompt was Shadows, which I fit into this year’s Daybreak. And this time I worked Cocoon into Time. That said, I haven’t held myself to the same challenge for bonus entries.

And finally, props to anyone who caught the Easter eggs from my other works here. ^_^

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Promptober 2022 #Love Live #fanfic

[stefankarlfanblog]

One plus one equals 15

Article written by Sigurður G. Valgeirsson for Morgunblaðið on the 18th of September 2012: https://timarit.is/page/6028253#page/n29/mode/2up

Brilliant "Hilmir Snær and Stefán shine in this show, exactly as they did at the end of the year 2000 and all the characters are memorable" says, among others. in a review of the play Stones in his Pockets

Stones in his Pockets by Marie Jones. Actors: Hilmir Snær Guðnason and Stefán Karl Stefánsson. Design and costumes: Elín Edda Árnadóttir, Lighting: Halldór Örn Óskarsson, Translation: Guðni Kolbeinsson. Director: Ian McElhinney, Assistant Director: Selma Björnsdóttir. Premiere on the big stage of the National Theater on 15th of September 2012.

It is a good example of how active our imaginations are, despite everything, that two actors, who hardly change their clothes and have no special props to help them, can playfully keep a large hall captivated for over two hours.

In order for this to be successful, however, you need both a good story and excellent actors, and that applies in this case. Stones in his Pockets takes place in a village in Ireland where a big movie is being filmed and many of the townspeople have a job as extras in it. The work is actually turning a Hollywood film on its head, showing what really happens to the supporting actors between the time the glossy film is created. The opposite is the plot of the blockbuster, its stars, director, assistant director and security guard - people who live in some kind of artificial world.

The work paints a picture of the poor employment situation and limited opportunities of the villagers, weak hopes and broken dreams. The main characters are Jake Quinn, played by Stefán Karl Stefánsson, and Charlie Conlon, played by Hilmir Snær Guðnason. In addition, the partners act as thirteen characters, so it can be said that this is a show with many people.

Jake Quinn was born and raised locally. He has tried his luck in the United States but came home again with his tail between his legs. Charile Conlon has been laid off and suffered trauma. The former is extremely heavy-handed and full of accusations against himself and others for everything that goes wrong, the other is a bit of a clown who tries to make fun of most things. Underneath, however, there is a difficult experience.

Hilmir Snær and Stefán shine in this show, exactly as they did at the end of 2000, and all the characters are memorable. I especially mention Mickey, an old and experienced supporting actor played by Stefán Karl, and Jack Campbell, Caroline's security guard, which Hilmir Snær fills in well. Hilmir Snær also plays Finn, who is insecure and has a slight stammer, with great genius so that you instantly recognize the character.

It's especially nice to see how those companies manage to portray women. Hilmir Snær treated the movie star Caroline Giovanni so well that there was a real electric atmosphere between her and Jake Quinn. Stefán Karl was also very entertaining as the ambitious Aisling. She is the third assistant director, but she is aiming higher.

The show is all very well executed and the transitions flow perfectly. We can thank Ian McElhinney, the experienced director of the work, who has directed it in many places with a good reputation, including when it was shown in Iceland last time.

One of the things that made this show especially fun was how the band played to the audience and how the audience was drawn into the piece. Among other things, one of the spectators was forced to become a willing participant to the considerable joy of those present. Then the dance act of those partners is fantastically elegant and fun. In short, it was a memorable evening with good work and even better actors.

#stefan karl #stefán karl #stefan karl stefansson #stefán karl stefánsson #robbie rotten #stones in his pockets #2012

[umbry-fic]

a genuine smile

Summary: Emu is hanging around backstage when faint music catches her ear. She follows it, only to find the most unexpected sight.

Fandom: Project Sekai Colourful Stage Characters: Asahina Mafuyu, Ootori Emu, Yoisaki Kanade (mentioned) Relationships: Yoisaki Kanade & Asahina Mafuyu (implied) Rating: G Word Count: 1871 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 25/06/2022

Notes: This was written for Kanamafu Week Day 5: AU. (Could also fit Day 1: Genuine but I ran out of time haha.)

The kanamafu is only implied since this is the April Fool's Day AU and Kanade and Mafuyu haven't met in it. (Yet.) This is just about how Kanade can still make Mafuyu smile, even in another universe (as witnessed by Emu).

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Emu skipped through the small backstage area of the Wonder Stage with no particular destination in mind, wildly swinging her arms as she hummed the tune to one of the songs that had been in the play she had just performed with her troupe members. Their appearance on the Wonder Stage just a half-hour ago had been a resounding success! Everyone in the crowd had clapped and cheered as the troupe had filed off the stage with wide smiles on their faces and waves to the audience, having gone all-out in weaving a fantastical play that interweaved cheerful song and dance, filling the air with upbeat voices that aimed to bring joy to everyone who heard it.

It certainly made her glad to see that Happiness Sentai Sunny Sunny☆Wonder was only growing ever more popular. An increasing amount of people were taking time out of their park visiting schedule just to come to the decrepit stage tucked away in a secluded corner and catch a performance. There were even repeat audience members whose faces she was beginning to recognise, who Haruka had said with a bright laugh could even be called fans. She hoped she could one day learn their names, and even come to know what they were like. Maybe someday, she could even become friends with them! That would be wonderful.

Who knew so much could come from a troupe that had sprung out of a small, seemingly inconsequential school project? Life was full of surprises! She couldn’t wait to see what more was in store.

The Wonder Stage was even beginning to look less like it was going to fall apart at any second, the cracks and dents being slowly patched up as it received a makeover. Stepping on the wood as they acted out complicated routines yielded less obnoxiously loud creaks. At this rate, maybe she could actually do something to protect all the precious memories - the laughter, smiles and tears - tucked away in every nook and cranny. Convince her brothers that there was another path they could take where the park could survive, all while keeping her grandfather’s vision alive.

Well, those thoughts could wait for another time. For now, she was here to enjoy herself and admire the sights! Still in costume, the pink, puffed-out hem bobbing around her knees and the ribbon in her hair swaying, she continued moving, exclaiming in wonder at the various props that she passed.

A large flower, capable of rotating its head and waving its large leaves at the audience, assisted by metal joints that squeaked and motors that gave out hissing sounds that made her jump. She had no idea how it worked. But it sure was exciting to watch! Sometimes, she would spot a purple-haired boy tinkering with it, and wonder if he was the one who had built it. But he always disappeared before she could get close enough to talk to him.

A cannon, capable of shooting someone out to a great height, sending them in an arc that stretched over the audience. She really wanted to try it someday! Imagine the view! Maybe Minori would be willing to help her with that. They could even incorporate it into a performance! Surely the crowd would cheer from the thrill of it all. She’d love that.

And, last but not least, a simple forest backdrop. Her favourite, in her very biased opinion. A wooden stand, painted over by her with warm browns and lush greens to resemble trees. Simple, but it got the job done. And sometimes simple was best.

Hm... What else was there to see while she waited for Haruka and Minori to return with lunch?

happii shinsesaiza kimi no mune no oku made…

She stopped in her tracks as the faint strands of music caught her ear, snaking through the air with a life of their own, petering out when they got too far from their source. Cocking her head at the unexpected sound, she followed it, to a door that was left ajar. The only one who should still be here was Mafuyu, who had said that she would stay for a while before heading back home to study for her upcoming test. Was she perhaps practising for their next show? But Emu didn’t recognise this song as any they had used before.

Maybe Mafuyu was devising a new section to add to the play! As expected from her, always putting her all into everything, becoming a shining example for others to follow, burning bright as the sun. If that was what Mafuyu was busy doing, then Emu would lend a helping hand, even if the prospect of being left alone with her was slightly terrifying to consider.

Peeking through the gap, however, yielded a sight that she wasn’t expecting in a thousand years.

Resting on a bean bag with her back held ramrod straight was Mafuyu, clad in her costume, complete with the same fun finishes as hers, but purple in colour from head-to-toe. Cradled in her lap was her phone, her head bowed over it as she bobbed her chin to the music, headphones fitting snug in her ears.

Headphones that must not have been plugged in all the way, for the music was leaking out from her phone, filling the air. A colourful theme, complete with bright voices, singing in harmony to produce perfection.

But the most surprising thing by far was the smile blooming on Mafuyu’s face. Like a tiny flower that had just unfurled its petals, having not yet been spotted by anyone. Fragile, and could easily be crushed into dust in the blink of an eye, yet also capable of growing ever more beautiful if cultivated. Emu had to blink multiple times just to confirm that it was there, and not a figment of her imagination.

A real smile… She could hardly believe it.

“Asahina Senpai?” she called carefully, stepping slowly into the room as she picked her jaw off the floor. She didn’t want to interrupt Mafuyu, but she should warn her before anyone else stumbled upon this very scene. She wouldn't want Mafuyu to be embarrassed, nor did she want to feel the wrath of her angry stare, burning a hole into her soul. “Your headphones aren’t plugged in.”

“Oh. Emu. Thanks for telling me.” Within an instant, Mafuyu’s expression morphed, the corners of her lips rising to an unnatural height, crafting a hollow smile. The same one that she always wore in the school corridors when she conversed with classmates and teachers. Hiding something dark behind it, enough to strike terror into Emu’s heart and cause her to start trembling.

The music also came to an abrupt stop, Mafuyu pulling the headphones out of her ears and letting them clatter onto the phone’s screen.

Ah, she’d really done it now! That smile directed at her was the scariest thing ever… But running away would confuse Mafuyu, and she didn’t want to do that.

“What were you listening to?” she inquired, taking step after hesitant step closer and doing her best to suppress the scared squeak that threatened to push its way up her throat.

“Oh, just this idol group. Here, you can listen too.” Mafuyu held up the phone, taking care not to shove the screen too close to her face, and patted the chair next to her. Gulping, Emu took a seat, pushing her legs together in a futile attempt to stop her shaking and calm her racing heart.

With a quick tap on the screen, the paused video resumed. Showing four girls, dressed in matching flashy outfits, a piano pattern running down their skirts. They danced in sync to the music, mics in hand, and sang, with all their hearts.

They looked really familiar, the inkling of an idea tickling the sides of her mind… But where? Where had she seen them before…?

“It’s the idol group Haruka introduced to us!” she gasped, the memory finally popping into her head, though the name continued to evade her. Something to do with dreams and spring, perhaps.

Haruka had shown them this idol group about a month ago, excitedly proclaiming that one of her friends from when she had still been part of the industry had formed it. Emu could remember taking interest in how cute their performances were, but had quickly moved on and forgotten about it, preferring to focus on including even more sparkles and explosions into the play.

“I didn’t think Asahina Senpai would listen to this kind of music…”

Mafuyu didn’t look like the type of person to listen to idol music. In fact, she looked more like the type to listen to demonic seances, maybe… While enclosed in darkness, flickering candles providing the only source of light and illuminating the arcane writings on the walls, chants filling the room...

“Hm.” Mafuyu cocked her head, considering. “Well, I enjoy it quite a bit.” She lay a hand on the phone screen, right as the video switched to focus on one of the idols. A girl with long white hair that reached to the floor, performing her dance routine in a different manner than the rest, an air of awkwardness radiating off of her. But her performance still came off as endearing, because of all the effort she was pouring into it.

“I don’t really know how to explain why,” Mafuyu continued. “It’s just… their songs seem more genuine, somehow. Like they can reach into you and lift you out of the darkness, no matter how far you've sunk, no matter how hopeless the situation is. And… It’s strangely familiar,” she whispered, leaning forward, an unreadable emotion swimming in the depths of her eyes. Shockingly soft, as her gaze fell upon that same girl again. “Her in particular. Though I can’t put my finger on how…”

“Huh,” Emu muttered, standing and putting her hands on her waist. She couldn’t help but smile, watching the genuine one that had returned to Mafuyu’s face. It suited her, much better than the fake smiles did, bringing out a gentle quality that one didn't usually associate with 'good, perfect girl Asahina Mafuyu'. “I don’t really get it, but… It’s good for you to have something you like!”

It would be nice if Mafuyu could smile like this all the time. She often seemed like she held nothing dear, protecting nothing in the confines of her heart. Simply drifting through life, never showing any emotion. Remaining eternally closed-off, without anyone ever noticing.

“I’ll leave you to it then!” She got up, skipping her way back to the door and out into the corridor before Mafuyu could say anything in return.

She hoped that one day, Mafuyu would be able to meet this idol who had seemingly touched her soul through music alone, rather than being separated by a glass screen and the impossible distance that came from being strangers.

Maybe then, after the abyss had been closed, she could finally open up. And the flower locked securely behind an iron gate could finally be free, growing ever larger and stronger, nurtured by a kind soul and warm hands.

It was an unlikely notion. But miracles were always possible, and she was willing to believe.

#fanfiction #one shot #project sekai #project sekai colourful stage #asahina mafuyu #mafuyu asahina #ootori emu #emu ootori #yoisaki kanade #kanade yoisaki #kanamafu #KanamafuWeek2022

[timeandspacenovelist]

Date Night

Rating: G Chapters: 1

Summary: A chance to finally go to Paris is nearly in reach, but Yaz isn't quite ready to make that journey..

Read this story on another platform: Archive of Our Own

Yaz took out her earrings from the box and carefully put them on. They certainly differed from what she normally wore, but it was to be expected. Her dress was of the same situation. She had no real problems with dresses, but they weren’t particularly her thing. But when in Rome…

Well, more poignantly, when in Paris in the 1920s. Yes, the Doctor finally made good on her promise, and Paris finally awaited them outside the doors of the Tardis (they made sure to check). But yet, it felt a bit… unexpected? Sure, she and the Doctor said what they said to each other and made the decision to start dating on the beach after beating the Sea Devils, but it just felt…like she didn’t deserve it, almost. Of course, she had had hopes of being whisked away somewhere amazing by her future significant other, and had gotten that with the Doctor in spades… but never when they had these feelings for each other. There was always a crush, yeah, but for the most part, it was two friends seeing the universe together. Now, it was different.

Before she could check how she looked in the mirror, she felt someone’s arms latch around her waist in an embrace. For a second, she looked to escape somehow, until she remembered whose arms they were and a warm smile appeared on her face. She could feel the heat of the Doctor’s warm hands against her dress and simply eased into the touch of the Doctor. The two simply stayed that way for a minute or two, the simple embraces being one of their favorite things. Having been so hesitant to even really hug early on, being here was a joy they never knew they needed.

“You look great.” The Doctor said, speaking softly next to Yaz’s ear. The Doctor’s breath on her ear made Yaz’s breath hitch, as she blushed unintentionally at it.

The Doctor then released her embrace and placed her hands on Yaz’s shoulders as the two looked at each other in the mirror. While the Doctor’s face was pleased, Yaz’s was a bit less content.

“Really? This isn’t too much?” Yaz asked, flattered but still unsure.

“No, I thi..” The Doctor tried to say. But Yaz kept going before she could continue.

“I just knew that since it was a party in Paris in the 1920s, I didn’t want to be under-dressed. The Tardis laid out this dress for me, and it looks really nice but I didn’t want to maybe go in overdressed either so I had a jacket prepared as well and I…”

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re rambling.”

“Sorry.” Yaz said, her heading drooping slightly.

“Don’t be. It was very cute, and so is the dress, and so are you.”

The dress, which was a multi coloured one (mostly in the form of blues, greens and reds), filled Yaz’s figure well and, much to the Doctor’s belief, she looked quite well in it. The Doctor as well was no slouch, wearing her spiffy tuxedo she wore at Barton’s party when they went to investigate him.

“Thanks… I just know that this is such a big deal for us. It’s our first proper date, you know? In 1920s Paris no less. It’s a lot to take in.”

Her anxiety calmed down slightly once the Doctor quickly kissed her on the forehead. It was all she could really think of to calm her down in the moment, but the words soon came to her.

“We’ve been to places like this before, haven’t we? Rome, Milan and Venice?”

“Yeah, the Italian tour was very nice. But… that was when we were just friends. Before we became…. this.”

“We knew when we made the choice to date that things would be different.”

“I know. I was feeling fine when it was just an idea to go to Paris and when we went to that diner and got ice cream. But this…”

“Is exactly what you deserve..” The Doctor said as she propped her chin on Yaz’s shoulder, hoping to maybe get her to lighten up a bit with it, but more would be needed.

“Is it?…” Yaz asked as she bounced over to her bed and sat down, her chin being held by her hands as she sighed, “I’m not supposed to have it this good…”

The Doctor followed her lead and sat on the bed next to her, her arm around her, pulling her in close.

“And who told you that? Look, don’t you dare believe you don’t deserve this. Because you definitely do, more than anyone else right now. I meant it when I said you’re one of the greatest people I ever known and I’m not going back on it.”

The Doctor then sighed, a memory of a prior mistake coming back to her.

“I still fully regret having left you and Dan for so long and no matter why it happened, I wasn’t there for you when I needed to be. Call this making up for it or whatever, but this is me being there for you now. Not because I feel like I have to, but because I want to, because you deserve it.”

She took Yaz’s hand and led her up as they stood and watched each other in the eyes, both the Doctor’s hands now slipping into Yaz’s.

“Yasmin Khan, I love you, and you deserve the world. Never forget that.”

Yaz looked down for a brief second before looking up again and back at the Doctor with tears shimmering in her eyes and a smile. Whether she herself felt like she deserved all of this, she had someone who believed she did, and that was something she could be content with.

“… I love you too.”

Yaz moved towards the Doctor, and slowly but surely placed her lips upon hers. The Doctor was taken aback at first, but relaxed into the kiss and just let the feeling pilot her. The kiss didn’t last that long, but for it being their first, it felt like something special. Unexpectedly brilliant, something that could almost be used to describe their entire relationship.

“What… what was that for?” the Doctor asked, still a bit perplexed at it all.

“For still being the best person I’ve ever met.”

They simply let the moment breathe for a bit, as well as absorbing it themselves. It felt like a weight off their shoulders. Goodness knows there was always the desire to attempt it, but neither felt brave enough to do it. But this?. This was the right place at the right time, in the right situation. Once they were finished, the Doctor extended her arm out for Yaz to interlock.

“Off to Paris then. Shall we?”

“We shall.” Yaz said with a smile as she duly accepted it and joined her arm with the Doctor’s.

#thasmin #thirteenth doctor #yaz x thirteen #thirteen x yaz #doctor who fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #yasmin khan

[blazenka]

Forthcoming

Returning to Mystic Falls for a visit, Elena awakes to find she's been sent unwillingly into the past. Not only does she have to avoid changing past events; she must also deal with a cold and detached Damon who is the only one who knows she's there.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7073903/1/Forthcoming

Chapters: 17

Published: June 12, 2011 - December 31, 2011

Words: 41434

Rated: Fiction M - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Supernatural - Characters: Elena G., Damon S. - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 132 - Follows: 95

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Chapter 9

a.n.: This chapter is taking place during episode: "Let the Right One In".

~Ѱ~

Damon returned later in the evening to find Elena lying upon his bed, curled up with a pad of paper beside her. He sat gently on the edge of the bed while taking in her sleeping form, moving a strand of hair from her face. The whole scene reminded him of the time after he had been invited it where he was invited into her home only to sneak in later to… creepily watch her sleep.

Quickly, he glanced away from her before taking a notice of the pad of paper.

Elena removed her slumber heavy head from the pillow to face him with a sleepy smile, "Hey, you're back."

Damon drew his attention back to Elena, "And in surprisingly good condition too. Not going to have to replace my shirt again this time."

"I'm glad. I guess I was right about everything again?" she asked as she moved to prop herself against the head board so she could speak to him sitting up.

"Yea, well, you were almost right about everything," Damon answered her.

Elena's eyes went wide, thinking of all the possible things that could have happened or changed from her original time line, "What did I get wrong?"

"Well, I think you're wrong about Ric and I being friends…"

"Why?" How much did she screw up the events her past?

"Well, he punched me just a little while ago at the bar when I tried to befriend him…" Damon informed her before rubbing his jaw for her sympathy.

Elena let out the breath she had been holding with a short laugh before she quickly tried to cover it with her hand. She felt beyond relief, she hadn't changed anything at all.

Damon leaned closer to her, giving her a serious expression, "And do tell what is so amusing, Elena? Does the idea of Ric punching me seem hilarious to you?"

Elena shook her head, a grim widened upon her face as she tried to answer him, "Of course not I just… I wish you knew how great of friends you two become in the near future."

Damon just rolled his eyes, "I highly doubt that," before his attention turned to the tablet again.

Elena's attention turned too as she looked over the papers, wondering if Damon had read any of it… and if she should let him.

"I have been writing some things down," Elena answered, the curiosity evident on his face.

"Really, like what?"

"Um…" Elena stuttered before looking down to her lap, "The things that will happen in the next couple years…"

"Like us?"

Elena nodded before adding, "Like Klaus."

Elena lifted up the tablet of paper, looking over the first page before she handed it to Damon, "This should answer all your questions so, just take it."

His brows furrowed as he turned to her, "Elena, I rather hear all this stuff from you."

"But earlier you said…"

"Earlier I was angry and… just talk to me, alright?"

Elena sighed before she moved over enough for Damon to sit next to her on his bed. She brought her knees up the her chest in comfort before she began where he nightmares had stopped;

Elena gasped as she saw Damon shackled to a wall. His skin pale as his body hung lifeless below his anchored arms. His dark hair matted to his scalp with blood crusted around his hair line.

Every bone and tendon in her body wanted to go to him, comfort him and sooth any pain he was in - but all Elena could barely managed was to lift her head to point her eyes in his direction.

" I wouldn't bother trying to get up to rush to him, Elena…" the voice drew out as it called from another corner of the room, "You'll find your body is not going to cooperate with you- not after what I've done…"

The voice had immediate reactions with both Damon and Elena. Damon struggled against his restraints as Elena just stared in shock.

" Stefan?" Elena could barely manage to get his name out as her eyes began to well up with tears. She hardly recognized the sharp dressed and slicked back hair man in front of her.

Stefan smirked as he walked over to Elena, forcing Elena to lift her head with two of his fingers, "Hello Elena, how are you doing?"

Elena just grimaced as the sound of his voice - even if it sounded like him at the same time it did not. "I would be just fine if I could move… and maybe if you hadn't chained your brother to that wall."

" Hmm… maybe you would… but you're not going to be," he answered her with a sinister smile before moving away from her- and towards Damon.

" So… have you two grown close since I've been gone?" Stefan mocked as he grasped Damon's jaw, "Katherine told me about your kiss."

" You've talked to Katherine?" Damon gasped out as he tried to move his head away from his brother.

" Yes, I have. Fortunately, she didn't have a choice in the matter."

" Stefan, what do you want?" Elena demanded, drawing his attention away from Damon.

Stefan shrugged before he pulled Elena and forced her into a sitting position, "Maybe I just want to chit-chat… you know, the good old days? When you were my naïve girlfriend and I was your boyfriend who tried to lower himself because he thought you was worth it."

" So… you want to taunt me, Stefan?"

" No, I want to torment you, Elena."

Elena sat back as far as she could, wide eyed at what he could possibly do to her. Stefan just smiled before drawing a chair from across the room and sitting in front of her.

" When I saved you… you know, instead of your parents, I'll admit - it was because you looked like Katherine," he began - knowing her past, especially with the other doppelganger, was a sore subject.

" I just had to know you…" Stefan continued as he memorized every expression of distress, doubt, fear and hatred flicker across Elena's face.

" I watched you for months before that school year started, seemingly to bump into you on accident the first day. Even your friends noticed how I would constantly stare at you in the class room. Of course, they thought you had an admirer."

" I thought when I confessed to you about your parents… you know, after we made love the first time but you ran away because you found out you looked exactly like Katherine? I thought you would question everything as more than mere coincidence…"

Stefan smiled as Elena's breathing became labored and tears once again welled in her eyes. He simply rolled his shoulders before continuing, "After you came back from your trip with Damon… which really worried me - thought you were going to pick him over me… Strangely, all I had to say was "I love you" and all was forgiven. I honestly thought back then it would be harder but you've always made it so easy, haven't you, Elena? Well… easy for Klaus and me anyway," he smirked before sparing a glance back at his brother.

" Wh… why are you doing this? What do you want, Stefan?" Elena question, the tears freely flowing down her cheeks.

" I've already told you…"

" No, that's not why you're doing this…"

" Maybe… but you won't find that out until the end, now - let me finish," Stefan ordered before he continued once again, this time pulling what seemed to be a piece of worn folded paper from his pocket.

" Klaus' witches got this back for me before we managed to get Katherine herself," he stated, waving the picture in front of her - the same picture she found in his journal that particular night - the picture Stefan had kept all those years of Katherine from 1864.

" I hated having to burn this for that stupid spell Bonnie tried to perform but I was angry with how she was behaving, nothing like how I remembered her from a century before… plus the little Scooby gang didn't really give me a choice, did they? But I have it back now… of course, it would be better if we had her too…"

" Katherine's not here?" Elena interjected.

Stefan glared at her before turning his attention back to the photo, "No… she managed to escape once again. But don't worry, we'll find her again. Klaus promised."

Elena took a deep breath, trying to keep her hopes high - there went one person she hoped would be able to rescue them… luckily, the was still the others she could depend on.

" Now… as I was saying -You would think burning it would be symbolic of my love for you… When the gang really should have been questioning why I had it in the first place…"

"Elena, stop - you don't have to keep going."

Elena jumped back slightly in shock as Damon rested on of his hands upon her knee, his eyes full of concern as he watched tears streak down her face. Elena quickly wiped them away, almost ready to berate herself for getting so caught up in her memories.

"Do you not want to hear this, Damon?"

"No… I mean… well, I do but not if you're going to cry over it. It's not worth to put you through this again…"

Elena smiled before she moved to rest her head upon Damon's shoulder. Damon stared at her uncertain for a moment before he wrapped his one arm around her. The pair settled deeper into the bed, making themselves comfortable and closer before Elena continued.

"I realized then that my relationship with Stefan was… sort of a lie. I should have realized all the signs but… I was just a teenager… in love and…"

"It's easy to believe anything when you feel that way," Damon finished for her, his eyes distant and she knew he was thinking about his time with Katherine for that short moment.

"I didn't know what was worse… which version of Stefan was crueler… the sadistic ripper who was tormenting me with all this knowledge or that selfish façade of a boyfriend."

Elena took a deep breath as Damon pulled her closer, resting her head upon his chest. Elena smiled for a moment at the feeling before she took swallowed it down to finish, "I could no longer respect him… I still loved him but… after he said all that… there was no future for us anymore."

Damon shifted slightly before he pulled her closer to him, soothing her hair before he asked her, "What happened next? I mean… you guys… er, we had to get out somehow… How…?"

"Katherine." It wasn't exactly the answer Damon wanted or expected but he got some idea what could have happened if she had been involved.

Yet, Elena decided to elaborate anyway for him, "She snuck in and while Stefan's back was turned she enable me to move my body again then gave me the keys to set me free. I thought we were going to fight Stefan but he seemed to be occupied with just the fact that Katherine was there. They talked… or rather yelled while I got you free. She managed to pin him against a wall, using the same restraints on him that he had used on you… then she threw me your car keys, told us where your Camero was parked and told us to get out of there while she dealt with him."

Damon nodded as it all sank in, "That is… some story."

"Damon… it's not a story… I didn't make it up." Elena practically growled, jerking out of his embrace before staring down at him.

"I know, I believe you Elena but… it has happened to me yet so to me, it's a story… of what's to come," he reassured her, pulling her back so she laid upon his chest, soothingly rubbing her back as they fell into a peaceful silence.

Elena felt sort of relieved after telling him despite the issues with actually telling him and messing up everything that's supposed to happen - but, Elena decided not to worry. Damon seemed to always have a strange way affecting her. She always reacted different when he was around -especially towards him.

That moment Elena looked up at Damon to find he was staring back at her with equal intensity.

Elena leaned up to him to meet his lips with her own. Damon responded to her by tightening his one arm around her slim waist while the other moved to cup the back of her neck. They continued to kiss as their hearts began to race and their breathing became more ragged as the moment went on.

Elena snaked her arm around to tug up his shirt so she could run her hand over the smooth planes of his back. Damon covered Elena's body with his own, moving his legs between hers before shifting his hip against her, licking her plump lips before opening her mouth with his - sharing a breath together.

Elena then interrupted their kisses to pull Damon's tight shirt off his tone body.

Quickly, Damon tossed the article of clothing across the room before turning to Elena to return the favor.

They mirrored another as they continued to undress each other. Damon kissed and licked his way down Elena's arching neck while she reached blindly for the zipper of his jeans - slowly ghosting the tips of her fingers down the midline of his torso.

"Elena…" Damon let out on a gasp as he fought to regain his breath.

"Shh… no talking," Elena whispered as the rest of their clothes flew away.

While Damon smirked at Elena forwardness, Elena went one step forward - rolling them so she could be on top.

Elena immediately silenced any quarrels he had with the position as she kissed him before making her way down his neck.

Damon felt his lids droop heavily and his breathing became labored as Elena slowly kissed his hips, slowing her pace as she made her way towards his groin, "Elena… please…"

"Begging Damon? What is it you want?" Elena teased, smirking seductively at him as she fell into her old habits.

Instead of telling her, Damon pulled her up so he could look into her eyes, "What I want to say is that you don't have to do this… we don't have to do any of this."

Elena gave him a confused look, looking between the their complete lack of any clothes before her gazed returned to him.

Damon sighed, knowing better than to put on the brakes with women when you're in bed with her but Elena wasn't any other woman. "It's just… before you stopped me from going too far…"

Elena smiled, he didn't need to stop her - ask her if this was alright before she did something she would regret later on. But he did.

"Damon," she gazed into his eyes as she cupped his face in her hand, "I want this… I want you."

Suddenly, Damon lifted Elena into his lap, placing his hands upon her hips and the curve of her back before capturing her lips once again. Damon pressed his hips against hers, eliciting a low moan from Elena.

Damon was memorized as Elena tipped her head back - the waves of her brunette hair fell behind her as she arched her back into him, allowing him to access her neck.

Damon placed a chaste kiss on the pulse of her neck before he lifted her hip so she could meet him all the way.

Elena and Damon both moaned at the contact, instinctively rolling their hips to crash into the others. Soon they began a rhythmic pace, both racing to reach that pinnacle point before everything would crash down upon them.

Damon kept his arms wound around her slim waist as he braced his hands on her hips, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Elena grasped his shoulders, focusing of their movements as she strived to go faster, "Damon, look."

Damon followed the short order as he opened his eyes. Elena stared back at him, reflecting something in her eyes Damon could fathom is words but understood.

Damon quickly moved into as sitting position and Elena gasped at the new angle, neither one breaking eye contact with the other.

As the buildup reached its peak, Damon and Elena gasped, forced to close their eyes before they shivered at the feeling.

Elena leaned forward against Damon's chest, clinging to him as she buried her head in his shoulder. Damon slowly moved to make her comfortable, keeping his arms locked her before they settled, smiling down upon her as she looked up again in his cerulean eyes.

The moment seemed right and perfect like all those other times she found herself reflected in Damon's eyes. It probably would have been wise not to go there, and make it clear she shouldn't look at him like that before everything went to hell in a basket. Yet, Elena had already spent a couple days there with no clue how long she would end up staying. Could you blame her for wanting to be comforted by the man she grew to love? Even if it was the past version of him.

After seeing the way Elena made contact with his eyes, how she would drop her gaze to his lips, respond to his touched and caresses; Damon never felt so wanted in his life before that night. Not even by women who could not deny his devilish charm. This went beyond that but he knew she wasn't his to have - not yet anyway. But who could blame Damon for wanting to be comforted by the women he was growing to love?

Damon and Elena laid in each other's arms as they caught their breaths and calmed their hearts. Even if they weren't exactly who the other needed, they were all they had at that moment.

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Cipher Academy ch. 3 thoughts

[Out of Juice]

Is it rude of me to exclusively make observations about how Cipher Academy reminds me of Nisio Isin’s other works? I hope not, because it’s how I show my love

So Iroha denies Kogoe’s invitation to partner up, not just because the task is too great or because Iroha lacks the ambition to hunt for the Morg, but because he doesn’t feel comfortable being that close to a girl so fast. Gives me Hitoyoshi vibes, rejecting Medaka when they were three. Obviously Iroha doesn’t feel like he’s up to it, but the idea that he’s just embarrassed to work closely with a girl is surprisingly endearing

We’re then introduced to CG, who I assume is an AI assistant created by Kogoe, aptly named because he’s literally a computer-generated image. I love this guy’s design with his mustache literally being shaped into a C and a G. Again, I wonder if this was Nisio Isin’s idea or Iwasaki’s, but whatever the case, props to Iwasaki for the execution

Kogoe resolves to get Iroha to “fall for [her]” by giving him a confidence boost through puzzle solving, which rather than reminding me of Medaka Box reminds me of Katanagatari wherein Togame blatantly and shallowly attempts to make Shichika fall in love with her so that he’ll do what she commands. The difference here is that Shichika, being an isolated man-child, immediately decides that he does in fact love Togame because she told him to, while Iroha is definitely going to take some more convincing if it even happens at all

Iroha is confronted by Toshusai’s minions, who bafflingly challenge him to his choice of a puzzle or dance battle. This seems pretty random, and knowing Nisio Isin the way I do, that’s definitely how it’s supposed to feel, especially since while Iroha chooses the dance battle, Yukako goes with the puzzle anyway, making his choice moot. I’m expecting that the twist of the puzzle will be that it’s related to dancing in some way, much like the previous puzzle was solved through Morse Code after it had been a plot point

In a flashback, we learn that Yukako suspects Iroha’s glasses came from Kogoe, and Toshusai informs us that if so, the glasses are worth over 100 million yen just from the materials. This confirms that Toshusai is well aware of what the glasses are capable of and is already onto Iroha using them to solve the puzzle from chapter 1. Despite how dangerous they can be, Toshusai refuses to steal them from Iroha, as they are for all intents and purposes his legal property and doing so would land her and her minions in jail. I really appreciate that Toshusai seems to have a strong moral code, though she goes onto say that stealing them from Kogoe specifically would make matters different. I suppose preventing the actions of a warmonger outweigh the moral implications of thievery

We cut to Iroha dancing, which if nothing else, demonstrates that he has a pretty impressive skillset outside of puzzle solving. He ends with an idol-like pose and pops his glasses back on, making an honestly adorable expression as he asks how he did. It was super endearing even if it feels like it was kind of a pointless scene at the moment. I expect it will come up later, as it gives the impression that there’s a lot more beneath the surface for Iroha than someone whose just kinda good at puzzles

Yukako gets embarrassed that Iroha’s dancing was presumably more feminine than she could ever hope to be, so she pivots to the puzzle battle rather than the dance battle and informs Iroha that at Cipher Academy, deals made over codes are absolute. This is a pretty common thing in manga where competition is a major theme, as the sanctity of the sport is obviously one of the story’s top priorities, and we need to establish that the stakes are actually important to the people involved as quickly as possible

Puzzle number 5 consists of 51 stars, each with a combination of letters and numbers, though some only have letters. Two stars are filled in, labeled G and N3, while one is separate from the rest, labeled W3. I saw someone mention in the comments on MangaPlus that since there are 51 stars, it might represent the 50 states of America plus Washington, DC. With this hint, I checked the stars against an alphabetical list of the states, and sure enough, the numbers correspond to the number of states that start with each letter (ex: there’s A1, A2, A3 and A4, Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, and Arkansas, but no A5), and includes Washington, DC for five Ws rather than what would normally be four. Weirdly the L for Louisiana is lowercase, but I’m not sure if that’s relevant. Also, Washington, DC should strictly be a D, as its postal abbreviation is DC for District of Columbia, but that may be a hint that we’re not meant to be using the postal abbreviations at all

Anyway, this would make G Georgia and N3 New Hampshire, assuming it’s supposed to be completely alphabetical. I get the feeling it isn’t, though, since the lone W at the bottom, which would make sense to be Washington, DC because of its isolation, is W3, when alphabetically it would be W2 immediately following Washington state.

This also tells us that it isn’t chronological, as DC was founded first and would therefore be W1. It’s not by population or geographical size, as it would be W4 or W5 respectively. It isn’t by what order you would find them when looking on a map, as no matter which direction you start from, DC would never be the third one you find. I have to figure that the solution can’t be related to anything not readily apparent in the picture itself, so it must have something to do with the order that they’re laid out on the page itself. They don’t line up to a map of the US, though, evidenced by the fact that DC is nowhere near any of the M’s that could indicate Maryland

You may think it doesn’t really matter what makes DC W3, but as near as I can tell, it’s the single most important factor in the puzzle. G is obviously Georgia, it can only be Georgia, but there are eight N’s, so if alphabetization doesn’t explain why DC is W3, then it can’t possibly be meant to suggest that N3 is New Hampshire as we suggested. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that New Hampshire is the only answer it almost definitely CAN’T be, as that would allow the answer to be solvable with alphabetization when it’s not supposed to be

The main issue is that I don’t know what exactly we’re trying to solve here. Are we trying to find a name like in chapter 1? A location like in chapter 2? Are Georgia and unnamed state that starts with N the ultimate goal, or are they just hints in and of themselves? Once we’ve solved for N, do we need to determine a relationship between it and Georgia? Or am I completely off-base and we should be drawing lines between the stars to create a picture using G and N3 as hints for where to start? It was written while Yukako was watching Iroha dance, so my best guess is that, like I said earlier, it has something to do with dancing, but lord knows I can’t figure out what. I’ve been plugging away at this for over an hour now and I just can’t figure it out, and Iroha was only given 30 minutes total! 

In exchange for the possibility of exile, Iroha demands that if he wins, Toshusai’s minions will stop chasing Kogoe, which he says with enough conviction that Kogoe swoons and CG chastises her for falling for Iroha. It’s a super cute and endearing moment for me, I like when characters insist on making someone fall for them for likely selfish reasons only to be the ones to fall in love first

Kogoe refers to the AR glasses as CG’s grandchild, implying that the glasses have an AI in them (which was also implied by them talking in chapter 1, though I just assumed that was Kogoe at the time), so I’m hoping that they’ll have a name and face like CG does (even if Iroha is the one who names them). I also only just noticed that the glasses have cameras on the end-pieces, explaining how they perceive visuals; I kind of just assumed that the lenses were able to capture light as it passed through to the eye, but I guess that wouldn’t really make sense scientifically since they’re clear, huh? I think Kogoe’s glasses might be the same way, which would also mean that she’s the only one who can see/hear CG since he’s literally an AR projection on the lenses

Finally, to make matters worse (and a lot funnier), the AR glasses run out of charge, making this the do-or-die challenge that Iroha needs to prove to himself and the audience that the glasses are not a crutch or a cheat device, but as Kogoe said, a tool merely to help Iroha visualize puzzles in a way that’s more conducive to his method of problem solving. I’m glad that this kind of trial by fire is coming up in only chapter 3, because it gave us just enough time to familiarize ourselves with how the glasses work without allowing anyone enough time to think that they were honestly doing all of the work

I think I forgot to mention it in my thoughts on chapter 1, but I really love how when solving a puzzle using the glasses, Iroha is shown moving his fingers around the empty air, which is actually what I do when trying to solve problems in my head! It was very relatable, and I hope it’s something that he’ll continue to do even when not being aided by the glasses

...Wait...long, orange hair...glasses...

...Ah hell, am I gonna end up cosplaying Iroha...

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