#I'm not opposed to new fans joining of course

[crystaltoa]

Thought experiment: In an alternate universe where Bionicle recently got a wildly popular reboot and now has a MASSIVE following on Tumblr...

...What's the most annoying thing that the fans are doing?

#I've been thinking a lot lately how I really just love this community as it is #I'm not opposed to new fans joining of course #i love seeing new people get into it. #But if the fandom was huge and had all the dynamics of a typical big tumblr fandom... what sort of drama would unfold? #bionicle

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

0. The slow burn

1. There are too many! TOO MANY!!

Part 1 - the bad day

Part 2 - the injury

Part 3 - the sleepover

Part 4 - the lovesick teenager/the gym

Part 5 - the eyedrops

Warnings: nothing explicit. Just some spicy behaviour 🤭.

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     He sauntered towards the biology lab, stopping to lean against the doorframe when he reached it. 

     “Arañita,” he called out to her, trying to get her attention. She turned to face him, and immediately, her eyes lit up, her lips stretching into a delighted smile when she saw him. His heart skipped a beat at the sight and he straightened, trying to ignore the feeling. “How do you feel about Norse gods?” 

     She flashed him a sheepish smile at the question. He'd unlocked her love for all things mythology once, when they'd been sorting through all the mission reports after a particularly busy week. He’d sat silently at his desk while she’d talked his ear off about all her theories on life and gods and religion and the universe. She’d felt a little guilty after, but he’d just waved her concerns away with a soft smile, mumbling something about not even noticing how much time had passed. She’d felt a warmth bloom in her chest then, her heart slowing down at the way he made her feel so comfortable just to be herself. She set her equipment down and bounced over to him, her mind racing through the catalogue of stories she’d collected. She wasn’t as knowledgeable about Norse gods as she was about Greek ones, but something was probably better than nothing.

     “They're okay. Loki's probably my favourite - but only because of Tom Hiddleston. I practically memorised all his lines!” She grinned, a dreamy look in her eyes as she thought about it. Then she returned her attention to him. “But I only watched his movies though. Otherwise I'm a DC fan.” And again, he had absolutely no idea what the hell she was talking about. The only part he'd understood was her saying that Loki was her favourite - an upsetting fact, and not just because of how infuriating the trickster god could be. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

     “Of course he is.” He turned to go then, gesturing for her to follow after him. “Vamos, arañita. We have a new mission I think you’re going to love.” 

     “Ah! My first official mission!” Pav exclaimed as they made their way over to the control room. “I'm so excited!” Hobie raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm, unamused. 

     “You've been on missions before.” Pav rolled his eyes, the grin still plastered across his face. 

     “Yeah, but not big ones!” he argued. “Not with Spider-dad!” Miguel flinched at the term. The kid had only recently joined the Spider society - he'd only become a Spiderman a few weeks ago, after all - and ever since then, he seemed to have made it his personal mission to get under Miguel's skin. More so even than Hobie. Teenagers. 

     “Don't call me that,” Miguel warned him. X sidled up to him, bumping his arm with hers. 

     “Calmate, Miguel,” she reassured him. “Es solo un niño.” (Calm down, Miguel. He's just a boy.) He relaxed at her soft tone, at the comforting feeling of her arm pressing up against his. But then the kid kept going. 

     “Ki?” Pav called to X from behind them. “Kya kaha tum, Spider-mum?” (What? What did you say, Spider-mum?) Miguel tensed again, clenching his fists in irritation this time. 

     He understood the ‘Spider-mum’ part - the part that made it even worse. Because it had to mean something, the fact that even this kid was referring to the two of them as ‘mum and dad’. He felt her take a step closer to him again, her fingers brushing against his wrist gently. He glanced up at her in question, his features still set into a hard frown, but she just smiled at him, curling her fingers all the way around his wrist this time. He relaxed once more, trying to enjoy the feeling of her slender fingers grasping his wrist - as opposed to thinking about how badly he wanted to twist his hand around and take them in his. X turned to call over her shoulder, completely oblivious to the thoughts running through his mind. “I was just telling him that you're just a kid, Pav.” 

     He didn't hear Pav's response, so focused was he on the fact that she was still holding onto his wrist, even as she began speaking to Pavitr in Hindi. Or Punjabi. He and Preethi would always chastise her for how she'd get the two mixed up, but then she'd counter them with the argument that ‘you still understand what I'm saying though, right?’. And then they’d sigh and give a begrudging nod of agreement before continuing their conversation. He stopped when they'd reached the control room, his stomach sinking in disappointment when she finally let go of his wrist. “Okay, so, we're going to be fighting a Loki today.”

     “A what?” Pav asked, confused. His words were drowned out, however, by X's unexpected exclamation of panic. 

     “What?!” she shrieked, causing all of them to turn to her in surprise: she was usually pretty soft-spoken, always having to repeat her words because someone hadn’t heard her the first time. “How the hell do you expect us to fight a literal god, Miguel?!” He kept his stunned gaze on her for a moment longer, then he relaxed, his expression softening into a smirk as he reached out to take hold of her wrist.

     “Calmate, arañita,” he echoed her words from earlier, tugging her closer to her. “Es solo un hombre. He’s just like any other power-crazed idiot we’ve fought before.” (Calm down, little spider. He's just a man.) Her brows knitted together as she looked up at him, her lips parting in horror at the very suggestion. She didn’t even seem to notice how close they were now, his warm breath fluttering the loose strands of her hair away from her face. 

     “He is not ‘un hombre', Miguel, he is ‘un Dios’!” she argued, causing his lips to twitch in amusement. Hobie glanced between them, still puzzled. 

     “Uh, English, please? Someone?” he asked. X turned to him, abandoning her conversation with Miguel. 

     “Loki is a Norse trickster god who can shapeshift and manipulate and stuff.” She slid her gaze over to Miguel, her eyes narrowed in irritation. “He’s also the cause of Ragnarok - the twilight of the gods. And the entire world!” 

     “That’s just one myth, arañita!” he shot back, trying hard not to smile at the annoyed expression on her face. She was so cute when she was mad at him, her nose constantly wrinkling in frustration as she frowned at him. “He’s basically another Mysterio in my world.” 

     She folded her arms across her chest, irritated by how he clearly wasn’t taking this seriously. “Is he the same Loki from your world?” 

     He shifted uncomfortably, knowing she wasn’t going to like his answer. “No.

     “But we’ll be fine, arañita!” he reassured her quickly when she’d opened her mouth to respond. “We’re basically gods too, right? And besides, there are four of us and only one of him.” She huffed and turned on her heel, marching over to Pav and Hobie as she ranted at him. 

     “Oh, right! We’re gods too! We’re definitely not going to die when he tries to kill one of us!” She placed one hand on Pav’s shoulder and the other on Hobie’s. “Pav, Hobie, if anything happens, the codeword is ‘Spider-dad’.” She turned to look at Miguel over her shoulder, smirking when she his features harden into a scowl. 

     “What’s … What’s going to happen to us?” Pav asked her, his voice wobbling with panic. X shrugged, letting her hands fall back to her side before she made her way back to Miguel. 

     “I don’t know,” she admitted, her tone far too nonchalant now. “Maybe he’ll try to mind control us or something. Turn us against one another. So? Are we ready?” Pav’s eyes widened in horror. 

     “Wait, what?!” he screeched, definitely not ready. “We’re going now?! After you just told us he doesn’t die and has mind control powers?!” Miguel tapped on his watch, opening up a portal to Hobie’s world - the world the Loki had ended up in. 

     “Vamos. We’ve wasted enough time already.” He stepped through the portal, ignoring Pav’s cries of protests. 

     “Wait! No! I still have questions!” Hobie grabbed onto the back of his suit, dragging him through the portal before he could get another word out. 

     Miguel sighed as they surveyed the scene below them from a nearby rooftop. Just like every other Loki from every other dimension, the first thing he’d done upon arriving to Earth was try to enslave a whole bunch of people to do his bidding. The god stood now at the head of a crowd, everyone down on their knees before him in a show of deference. Probably not because they wanted to, however, but more likely because he’d forced them to. Miguel turned to X, wanting to discuss their plan before they went in, but found her gaze trained intently on the god, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she studied him carefully. He frowned and stepped in front of her to block her view. 

     “Arañita.” She raised her gaze to him, startled by his sudden appearance. But then her heart began slowing down, like it had recently come to do whenever she was with him, he’d noticed. She swallowed hard, then gave him a sheepish smile. 

     “Sorry!” she apologised, practically able to hear the scowl in his voice. He ground his teeth together, a new feeling taking over him at the way she’d been looking at the Loki: not anger, exactly, but something more … unsettling. Something that wormed its way into his stomach and sat there, weighing heavily on his insides.

     “So,” he began, trying to ignore the feeling for now, “he doesn’t know there’s four of us.” He pointed a finger at Hobie and Pav.

     “You two will distract him,” he instructed before turning his attention to X. “You will hol-”

     “Distract him?!” Pav exclaimed, interrupting Miguel. “Why do we have to distract him?”

     “Would you rather hold him down while I paralyse him?” Miguel suggested instead. Pav shook his head quickly, gulping at the very thought. 

     “Distraction it is.” Miguel nodded in satisfaction, then turned back to X. 

     “X, you’ll tie him up so I can bite down on him,” he told her. “Then we can paralyse him for long enough to bring him back to his dimension. ¿Bien?” She began nodding in agreement, but then quickly stopped, her lips twisting to the side in thought. 

     “Wait. Can you bite him? Can you penetrate his flesh? Is his flesh penetrable?” she asked. “Oh! Wait! Does he even have blood? I mean, he can’t transport the venom around his body if he doesn’t have blood! Then it won’t work. What if doesn’t work?!” She clutched her cheeks at the thought, looking up at Miguel in terror. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. 

     “Again, arañita: just a man. This isn’t the same Loki in the stories of your world.” She inhaled slowly, then let it out. She nodded again and he released his hold on her, letting her hands fall back to her sides. “You ready, arañita?” 

     She took in another deep breath, then turned her gaze to the Loki, a determined look on her face. 

     “Vamos,” she agreed. “Let’s do this.” 

     Pavitr swung back and forth between the nearby buildings, working hard to avoid getting hit by the Loki as he tried to distract him. 

     “So, how did you spell your name again?” He ducked, narrowing missing yet another ball of glowing light that had been hurled his way. “L-O-W-K-E-Y?” Loki snarled at him, his gaze following the young Spider’s every move as he leapt from building to building. 

     “Insolent mortal. How dare you insult a god!” Another blast, another miss. Hobie watched as he hung upside-down from a nearby lamppost. 

     “Not my god, mate.” He pulled himself up to perch on the post. “Honestly, not even sure there is a god.” He shot a web at a building and flew across to it, sticking to the concrete surface and escaping another blast. 

     “I am a god, you fool!” The Loki replied, aiming another ball of light at Hobie. He flipped off the side of the building, jumping over to a bus stop instead.

     “Then, boy, do I have a list of questions for you,” he chuckled. Then Miguel leapt from a rooftop, landing on the ground just after X had shot a web at the Loki. But he was gone - vanished into thin air as if he’d never even been there at all. She looked up, her gaze meeting Hobie’s as they stared at each other in confusion and horror. 

     “Come now,” Loki began, his smooth voice coming from the alleyway between two buildings on the other side of the street. “You didn’t think I was foolish enough to believe that these … children were working alone, did you?” He flashed them a victorious smirk as he pushed himself off the side of the building and strode over to them. 

     “I mean, we normally do work alone,” Pav muttered softly, offended by the insult. The Loki ignored him, instead studying X and Miguel more carefully as he continued making his way closer to them. 

     “Based on your … physicalities, I take it you’re the leader?” He pointed to Miguel, waiting for his confirmation. 

     “I find that rather offensive,” X admitted, tugging her hood back as she pulled her gaze away from Miguel. She bit her lip when her gaze landed on the god, suddenly nervous to be in his presence again. 

     “My lord,” she added, giving a quick bow. Miguel let out a huff of irritation. 

     “¡Arañita!” he chastised her. She looked up at Miguel again, then returned her attention to the Loki. He smirked at her, and she swallowed hard at the look, inching closer to Miguel. He was even more handsome than his movie counterpart from her dimension: perfection personified, with strong features and a powerful build, not a single hair out of place, not a single blemish on his glowing skin. His emerald eyes narrowed as he noticed the way she continued to shuffle closer to Miguel. Then suddenly, he was Miguel, face still covered by his mask as he strode over to her. He stopped when he was just in front of her, his hand rising to take hold of her chin and tip her head back so she was looking up at him. “Then tell me, sweetheart: how can I make it up to you?” 

     He didn't know what the god was showing to X, why it was making her go weak at the knees, her rosy lips trembling as she gazed up at him. But he did know that he absolutely despised the way he was touching her, his fingers clasping her chin as he smirked down at her. Miguel growled and leapt forward, needing to drag the god away from X. But Loki blasted him back before he could reach her. 

     “Y-You …” she began softly, her body sinking into his touch of its own volition. Holy shit, he was so hot, her Miguel, all hers. She glided her hands up his broad chest and stretched onto her toes, leaning forward to murmur in his ear. “You can …” 

     Her voice was a whisper, her warm breath tickling his neck as she slid her hands down his arms. She was cute and soft and he might not have minded kissing her full lips if she wasn't already so in love with this other man. Loki turned his head to glance at Miguel, still picking himself up off the ground where he'd fallen. Miguel gave another enraged growl and Loki flashed him a wicked grin. Maybe he would kiss her anyway. 

     She sucked in a breath at the feeling of his hands on her waist, trying to focus on that instead of the lack of the familiar scent she'd come to associate with him: nutmeg and wood, warm and tangy. Then, when she was sure he was sufficiently distracted, she spun around, webbing his hands together before dropping to the ground and sliding away from him. She held tightly to the leash she'd attached to his bonds and looked over at the real Miguel - her Miguel - yelling at him to get him to focus. “Now!” 

     He pounced immediately, tackling the Loki to the ground and pummelling him with his fists. They continued struggling until suddenly, he found himself on top of X, her small form wriggling beneath his grasp as he pinned her to the ground. 

     “He swapped our positions!” she said. “He tricked us!” Miguel sat back quickly, releasing his hold on her and letting her slip out from underneath him. He stood and held a hand out to her, helping her up so she could dust herself off. Then she stepped towards him, cautiously bringing her hand to his face and reaching out to brush his fingers along his cheek. 

     “Are you all right?” she asked him, her brows furrowed in concern. She trailed her fingers down the side of his neck, her hand landing on his shoulder as she slid the other up his chest. Her gaze travelled over him as she assessed him for any damage. “He didn't … He didn't hurt you, did he?” 

     F*ck, she felt good, her warm hands roving all over his body, the strawberry scent of her filling up his senses. He clenched his fists, trying so hard to not touch her, to focus on the mission at hand. “No, I'm … I'm fine, arañita.” 

     His voice came out low, husky, and she let out a soft hum of consideration in response. She stretched onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him so that her soft curves sank into the hard planes of his body. Coño, she was soft. She dragged her fingernails down the back of his neck then, prompting his head to fall back at the sensation and his hands to find their way to her hips. 

     “Maybe we should go back,” she suggested, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. He sucked in a breath, tightening his grip on her as she began moving them against the thin fabric of his suit. “He's too powerful.” 

     His voice was a whisper when he next spoke, all his energy directed towards maintaining control of his thoughts. “Ara … Arañita.” 

     All of a sudden, she stumbled away from him, and the world came back into focus as she transformed into Loki, desperately clutching at the syringe in his neck. He pulled it out and stared at it in horror, then spun around and plunged into X's neck - the real X. Her eyes widened in horror as the last few drops of liquid sank into her skin. Loki stumbled again, his hands wrapped around his throat as he choked and sputtered. “What did you … What did you do to me?!”

     He sank to his knees, but all Miguel could focus on was X and the way she reached a hand out to him, starting to lose her balance as well. “M-M … M-Mi …”

     “¡Arañita!” He ran to her side, catching her just before she hit the ground. His heart thudded in his chest as he lowered them to the ground, beating so rapidly he thought it might explode. He scanned her body quickly, trying to figure out how to help her. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening again. He couldn’t sit back and watch another person he cared about … in his own arms …

     “A-Anti … dote.” Her fingers twitched by one of the pockets in her belt, then she started convulsing, her small body shuddering in his arms. He grabbed her belt, ripping the pocket open and pulling out the antidote. His hands trembled as he removed the safety cover, and he had to use his bodyweight to pin her down so he could stop her arm from shaking long enough for him to plunge the syringe into her vein. Por favor, por favor, por favor, please let him have given it fast enough, please let her be okay, por favor, por favor, por favor. The words played in his mind on a loop and he didn’t dare take a breath as he waited, still clutching her tightly against him. 

     “What’s happening?” Pav’s voice came from behind them, soft and hesitant as he peeked over his shoulder to sneak a glance at X. He gasped when he saw her lying in Miguel’s arms, eyes closed, chest barely moving with shallow breaths. Miguel tightened his grip on her.

     “She used-” His voice cracked and he had to swallow down the lump in his throat before he could continue. “She used Scorpion’s venom.” It was like someone had doused Pav with a bucket of ice-cold water. He rushed over to X’s other side, dropping to his knees beside her. 

     “Will she be okay?” She’d stopped shaking. And, according to her watch, her vitals were steadily rising again. But she still wasn’t opening her eyes. Why wasn’t she opening her eyes?! Suddenly, they flew open and she sucked in a deep, wheezing breath. She looked around, dazed, then her gaze landed on Miguel, leaning over her, holding her tightly in his arms.

     “Miguel?” Her voice was dry, just a whisper, but a wave of relief swept through him anyway and he squeezed her against him. She was okay, she was okay, she was okay. “Miguel?”

     Her voice was muffled by his chest as he continued clutching her fiercely against him. He eased his hold on her, allowing her to pull back and look up at him question. 

     “Loki?” she asked him, her voice still weak. 

     “Got him!” Hobie called out to her from where he was standing over the prone, webbed up form of the fallen god. X breathed a sigh of relief and moved to stand, but fell back down again almost immediately, sinking back into Miguel’s arms. He bent down and lifted her legs up, carrying her so she wouldn’t have to walk. 

     “Go help him,” he told Pav, gesturing over to Hobie. “I’ll take care of X.” The young man nodded and zipped away quickly. X curled up against Miguel’s chest, suddenly shy at the feeling of being carried in his arms. 

     “Miguel. I’m okay,” she reassured him. He dug his fingers into her sides.      

“No, arañita, you’re-” He paused, trying to calm himself down before he spoke. “You’re going to the med bay. And you’re not leaving until they say you’re okay.” His tone was firm, harsh, and the both of them remained silent as he brought her back to HQ.

Tags: @leahnicole1219 @heubstr

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel fanfic #miguel smut #miguel x oc #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv fanfiction #across the spiderverse

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

LEONA STANS HOW WE FEELING???

Leona looking like he just overthrew Farena on his card sitting on the throne with that pose. I am looking sinfully 👁️👁️. I really appreciate how Leona really looks like he is in his element, definetly he has never looked more princely than he does now. I'm so excited for this event, I really believe we are FINALLY going to meet the Kingscholar big bro!!! We got Felmier grandma, Viper sister, so now I hope Farena makes an appearence. Also more Cheka shenanigans, hopefully!!!! (kinda disappointed Ruggie and Rook are not included tho)

Also I bet Crowley is gonna send us over there with Leona to try and find a way home. Like every time. Sigh.

[Referencing this post!]

👆 Me Y’all right now 😌 Oh, but I’m sure the Leona fans are doing juuust fine… I don’t know if I can say the same for their gems and keys though 💦

bxsvsjwbw NWURrrAajUUYNAUR DONmT lET LEoNA OVERTHROW hiS BRImoThER AnD SiT ON THAT tHRonE 😭 it makes him too sexy hot BUT YEAH, L*ona looks really in his element here 🤡 definitely very powerful, very regal!! Like he knows all the moves you’re going to make and has already calculated ways to counter them…

HNFZhxbbzhababBHHFHHHHGGGGHH JUST LOOK HIm, LOOK At ThE FAcE THIS bASTARD iS MAkI NG I WAnNA JUST. UGHHHHHhHhHHGHH **aggressively shakes him like I’m making a frothy cocktail**

I sure hope we get to meet a member of Leona’s family 👁️ My money’s also on Farena being the most likely person, but I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting Leona’s sister-in-law or even totally new characters twisted from those in The Lion King! (I have a bias for birds, so if there was a new character at all, then I’d want to see twisted!Zazu~) And, of course, hopefully we see the return of Cheka!! Lil’ guy needs more screentime, he’s been sorely missed since his cameo in the first Halloween event 😂

I think it’s still possible that Ruggie and Rook go home with us for the event (they just won’t get new outfits/cards), it depends on the circumstances. For example, Kalim went to Silk City for the Scalding Sands event despite not being one of the characters that got a Yasmina Silk card. Something similar could occur for Ruggie and Rook; maybe they’ve come to spectate in an event or a ceremony but not participate in it themselves (so they wouldn’t get special attire).

I don’t think Crowley will?? There’s only been one major instance of him sending Yuu to a new location to research a way home, and that was Glorious Masquerade. All of the other times when Yuu visited someone’s homeland, it was because they were invited to join for an event (ie Kalim invites them to Silk City’s fireworks festival, Epel invites them for Harveston’s sledding race). Other events like Vargas Camp may have Yuu tagging along for practical purposes (ie helping the teacher). In fact, Crowley sending Yuu away to new places for the purposes of finding a way home is actually a very uncommon excuse used to shoehorn them into exploring Twisted Wonderland, it’s definitely not “like every time”.

#Leona Kingscholar #Cheka Kingscholar #Farena Kingscholar #Falena Kingscholar #Rook Hunt #Ruggie Bucchi #notes from the writing raven #NOT L*ONA ROT #Kalim Al-Asim #Dire Crowley #Epel Felmier #spoilers #believe it or not though Kalim is my favorite of the group #with Lilia’s design being a close second

[hazmatmaid]

Long post incoming!

If you think about it, Spade King and Cyber Queen have a lot in common with their arcs and goals, though some of their key differences lie in their methods, and the way in which they each handle them:

Lightners (also goals):

Spade King feels wronged by Lightners because they haven't interacted with him or his subjects for what's likely years (and this kind of neglect appears to take a serious toll on Darkners' mental health), so of course he doesn't want his kingdom (his son especially, who has apparently never met one prior to Chapter 1) to experience that same pain. Problem is, said kingdom doesn't appear to care whatsoever about this, and in their eyes he's just forcing more work on them, or replacing them with incompetent morons after he fires or imprisons them (more on this later!).

On the other hand, Cyber Queen seems familiar enough with Lightners to at least try trapping them in a prison of their own interests (if not locked cages and rooms), and she wants to be their savior (though this appears to have some roots in a need to be worshiped herself).

She seems to care about the happiness of Noelle in particular, though for much of Chapter 2, Noelle wants nothing to do with her.

Subjects:

Spade King's subjects don't appear to be huge fans of him, largely because he makes them babysit his son, or he fired or imprisoned (and subsequently replaced) anyone that dared oppose him, so logically, they wouldn't be happy with him as a ruler or boss (not including Rouxls, who still was quick to talk shit about him once he felt like he was going to lose).

If you didn't attack anyone in Chapter 1, you gain the support of every Darkner in the kingdom, simply because you were nice to them. Though on the flipside, deplete the HP of just one, and they'll all be frantically trying to save their King (so they probably don't want him dead).

Cyber Queen's subjects are more of a mixed bag: they either don't know or care what she's doing (the Addisons and most of the enemies, from what I gather), or they know and oppose it (Sweet Cap'n Cakes and that one aspiring rebel trying to join them), or they're in full support of her actions (all of the butlers and a select few others).

I'm not quite sure how much of the in-universe support of her is genuine, and how much is the mind control (or the fear of it).

Methods:

As previously mentioned, Spade King's main method of carrying out his plans throughout Chapter 1 involved firing or imprisoning dissenters (including his fellow kings), which left them more displeased with him than they previously might have been, which obviously did him no favors.

He also sent Lancer after you, who seemed quite determined to stop the heroes until he formed a friendship with them (which Spade King didn't appear to anticipate would derail things).

In her introduction, Cyber Queen mind controls two people/turns them into Werewires right in front of you, and everyone else before them is cowering in fear that they'll be next (although some of them don't appear to be bothered by it, and some that haven't been assimilated even wondering if they're missing out).

As Parents: I'm sure people were anticipating this one.

While Spade King's treatment of Lancer is honestly concerning (to put it lightly), there's some tidbits prior to Chapter 2 that might suggest he's not a complete asshole of a dad.

He always has someone looking after Lancer, whether that's Rouxls "Lesser Dad" Kaard (who seems to be Lancer's favorite if the moniker is any indication), or any other random Darkners he's the boss of. Even then, Lancer still has a sort of capable independence about him.

The fact that he sent Lancer to stop the heroes already might indicate he trusted he would be able to do it, though arguably there wasn't anyone better available (or willing) to take up that mission.

The way Lancer speaks of him suggests his dad wasn't always a tyrant, and he's genuinely concerned that his new friends and his father might kill each other, and he doesn't want to lose either of them that way. I think it was mentioned on the Undertale 6th Anniversary Stream that the Fountain might have been messing with his head, so he likely wasn't in his right mind during Chapter 1 (which Lancer seems to acknowledge as him being "cranky" if you get the "bad ending" of that chapter).

In Chapter 2, Spade King appears to want Lancer to be happy in his absence (as he tells both the heroes and Queen herself to take good care of him and how), which I know is kind of the bare minimum, but it deserves a mention.

Cyber Queen seems to be some sort of all-adopting motherly figure to anyone she deems "Foolish Children," which appears to be....everyone, basically. It kind of makes sense then that she'd want to take the whole world as her own in that sense.

Here's the caveat though: "god i wish that were me" aside, let's explore her intentions with Noelle. Queen's mothering was unwanted by Noelle, who largely wouldn't have minded Cyber World if it wasn't for Queen being overbearing, and insisting that being her peon would be cool & fun. Though ultimately she understood this when Noelle called her out, and backed down almost immediately.

It's sort of an interesting parallel to Spade King telling people to take good care of his son in his absence; both of them are respecting the wishes of their children (or people they treat as such) after learning a hard-taught lesson in parenting.

just some thoughts, really.

#deltarune #deltarune analysis #spade king #king deltarune #deltarune king #queen deltarune #deltarune queen #cyber queen #long post #haz says a thing #not sure who's interested #i probably missed some bits #this isn't really about which one is my favorite #it's more about acknowledging neither is particularly a basket of roses #nor are they completely irredeemable #so please no calling of 'total asshole' in any further discussion

[distort-opia]

What are your opinions on Tynion run? I noticed there’s some batjokes fans not being too much into it. I wonder if it’s because of the new LI for Joker or is there truly something off?

Mm. I can't say I'm opposed to it, to be honest. It has its good parts and bad parts. Tynion actually was a co-writer alongside Snyder for a good chunk of the New 52, and for stories I did like. And when it comes to his solo Batman run, I personally had fun with Joker War and Fear State. He introduced Ghostmaker too, a character I've come to like a lot. And even Punchline is quite interesting.

However, when it comes to most Batjokes fans disliking his stories, I get why that might be -- Punchline seems like a new love interest meant to "straighten" Joker out. And Ghostmaker has now become half of a popular Bruce ship (Ghostbat), which you might hate, if you're an exclusive shipper. But on closer inspection, to me at least, it looks like Punchline as a character is meant to be Harley Quinn's opposite. She hasn't joined Joker out of love, but rather ambition. She's a sidekick, not a love interest. She believes Joker has an anarchist agenda, and she wants to further that. She joined Joker because of her twisted belief system and ensuing obsession with "someone who understands", not quite realizing Joker is faking having any agenda. Both Joker and Punchline are using each other, with different degrees of awareness about it. This is pretty much spelled out in Joker War, in the fight between Alexis and Harley. And when it comes to Ghostbat, I personally think it's not detrimental to Batjokes in any way -- it's Bruce and a weakness a mile wide for a psychopathic character who he thinks understands him. I've got a whole-ass post of Batjokes/Ghostbat parallels in the works, which says plenty, I guess.

And well, I guess one could hate the ending of Joker War, from a Batjokes shipper POV. Bruce leaves Joker to fend for himself with a bomb strapped to him and it's 100% framed as him leaving a toxic partner behind. But I'm an angst fiend and I find this kind of conflict really interesting :)) From Endgame (which Tynion co-wrote for) to Joker War, you get Joker escalating in his quest to force Bruce be more... Batman. In Endgame, he didn't fully go after "Bruce Wayne", only after Gotham. But in Joker War, he goes after everything "Bruce Wayne" is. It's a huge escalation on Joker's part, who in the past would not have touched Batman's secret identity with a ten-foot pole. And so, of course Bruce needs to escalate as well. I'm not actually talking about Bruce leaving Joker to die, because the text makes it 100% clear Bruce knew Joker had the tools to survive. The point of that scene is that Joker went too far in trying to force Bruce play his part, save Joker at any cost the way he always did, with Bruce going "fuck you, do it yourself" and then leaving. Which is what Joker genuinely gets upset over -- Bruce's refusal to play the game. He doesn't get to hear Bruce admit he thinks Joker is right later to Selina, or see Bruce try to do exactly what Joker said he should do. It's a messy divorce arc, kind of! And I'm a sucker for this shit.

Anyway, I got a bit too long, but yeah -- I guess I can't say I've got terribly passionate takes on Tynion's writing (like with Morrison, Snyder or King) but I definitely can't say I hate it.

#sorry it took so long to answer Anon. this got buried in my inbox #asks #batman #batjokes #tynion's writing #my meta

[elshells]

Happy STS! I hope you’ve had a good week :D your OCs all go to the beach together, how do each of them spend the day?

Happy STS! (Thursday's not too late, right??) It's been a busy week, but still good! :D

Oh, man. This is so fun to think about! Being a seaport city, Harmont has some beaches, but they're all cold and rocky and gray, nothing like you'd find in Hawaii, for example. So I'm going to take the Agent Ace gang there for the sake of a new experience.

Sophia would love it there. She would run straight for the ocean and dive into the waves. Swimming, surfing, it doesn't matter. She'd want to do it. Ahren would be much more hesitant to approach the water, and warn her over and over not to go in too deep, but she wouldn't listen—she's too busy healing her inner child. Eventually, she'd drag him in with her, and they would both have the time of their lives.

Harley, Jade, and Max would spread out a towel and have a picnic, basking in the sun while talking and enjoying the full-course meal that Max had prepared for them himself. Once they were done, Harley and Jade would go for a walk along the shore. Harley would search for small fish and crabs in the tide pools to show to Jade, and Jade would collect pretty shells and drop them into Harley's pockets while she wasn't looking. They would have asked Max to come with them, but he conveniently had something he needed to attend to and wasn't able to join them. ;)

I don't think Janus would be a fan of the beach. The experience would probably be somewhat overstimulating, what with the heat and the smells and the roar of the wind and oh god the sand gets everywhere. He wouldn't admit he was uncomfortable, but he'd find a nice shady spot on a faraway dock to sit and be overwhelmed on his own. BUT, if you gave him a kite, I imagine he'd feel a lot better about the situation.

Jet, being as competitive as he his, would organize a volleyball tournament. He'd write up team brackets, expecting to smoke the opposing team, but the results would not be what he expected. For one thing, you would think Sophia's athleticism would make her a fantastic teammate, but strangely, each of her serves manage to pelt Janus in the face. This would continue to be a problem even when the teams switch and they end up on the same side.

The dark horse of the game, however, would be August. The man has some killer serves and dives to save the ball every time—and he wasn't even planning to play. Everyone would watch him in utter shock, while he would simply shrug shyly and claim he'd never played before.

Meanwhile, while all of this went down, Bellona would be off wrestling a shark. And honestly, it's best to just let it happen.

#thank you for the ask! #storyteller saturday #wip: agent ace #oc: sophia colbo #oc: ahren colbo #oc: harley manalis #oc: jade de soto #oc: max ahn #oc: janus #oc: jet #oc: august bracken #oc: bellona

[thevindicativevordan]

Weekly comic review ?

Nightwing #100 - A great artist showcase that Taylor manages to stay mostly out of the way of. No real narrative developments worth mentioning, the Titans shilling and obvious setup for a new Taylor written Titans ongoing just makes me roll my eyes but hey - whatever pries Taylor off of Jon I'm all in favor of.

World's Finest #11 - Solid ending to an arc that surprised me. Got thoughts to share on Magog now that it's over that I'll write up in a different post, but I will say I didn't expect him and Clark to part on such amicable terms. Of course Waid canonized the depower chamber from Superman II, should have seen that coming. Ending is definitely setting up some kind of follow up, be that in a future arc or in a spinoff mini like how Lazarus Planet is resolving the Nezha plotline.

Stargirl #3 - Continues to be great, guessing the Foster Father is Per Degaton. Eventually I'm sure Courtney will join the JSA book, only question is how many of these legacies will too.

One Bad Day: Bane - After Dark Crisis shit the bed Williamson needed this book to come out to remind me why I was on board for his Superman. It's solid and I love the twist that the "one bad day" for Bane actually ends up being the day he broke Batman. He peaked then and there, and never achieved anything as noteworthy ever again, something Bane himself recognizes and regrets. By the end he's become a quasi-Batman figure himself, taking in and mentoring a young man in an attempt to find a new purpose in life. Very much feels like an abbreviated DKR for Bane which is fitting given his status as the Evil Batman.

Lazarus Planet: Assault on Krypton -

Dreamer: Fine. Mostly just served as the story to explain what the hell is going on if you didn't bother to read Batman vs. Robin or the Alpha issue.

Jon - Wow actual chemistry between Jon and someone else! Almost forgot what that felt like after a year of utter blandness between Jon and Jay. God just break those two up already and put Jon with Ash, it would at least be amusing to see Jon dating someone who pushes back at his preaching.

Mercy - Good, I liked the flashes we get of her relationship with Lex and I approve of her becoming more like her animated Young Justice counterpart. Not quite a cyborg, more like Alex Mercer in terms of powerset.

Power Girl - Beautiful art, and Leah seems to have a good handle on Karen's voice. If she's getting telepathy I think she needs to give up one of the powers she already has in exchange. Looking forward to the backup.

The New Champion of Shazam #4 - Ending was a bit rushed but on the whole this was an enjoyable mini that left me feeling very optimistic about MAWS. I'm not thrilled that they seem to just want to have Mary go by "Shazam" too, come on surely we can come up with a better code name for her than just having her use Billy's. Especially since not only is he coming back, but his book is going by Shazam! Have Mary go by "Captain Shazam" if DC/Campbell is that opposed to a gendered name for her, it pays homage to Billy's original name and let's her be "Shazam" without literally having the same name as him.

Immortal X-Men #10 - Holy fuck I haven't been this eager for the follow-up since HoX/PoX. Gillen nails Xavier, there's no question that he is a good man, but his goodness doesn't stop him from taking actions that leave you unsettled. And that cliffhanger... looks like we're seeing the beginning of the end for resurrections.

Invincible Iron Man #2 - It's fine. I have no clue what is going on with Riri since I have never read anything with her in it, but she comes across as Tony's equal in arrogance alongside intellect.

Strange #10 - I was not familiar at all with Clea before this mini but now consider me a Clea fan. Great ending and i can't wait to see where McKay takes these two next. I've seen articles hyping up the new Strange series coming as being about Stephen as a wife guy, but brethren, it's Clea who is the husband gal. Look at that adorable psycho itching to slaughter an entire building this issue, but shows mercy because she loves her husband that much! Awwwww!

#weekly reviews

[ppldynamics]

Discovering leadership gems in World Cup garbage here are three leadership lessons from World Cup fans that we must not ignore.

The majority of the World Cup action this year is on the field, but my favorite moments occur well after the final whistle has sounded. These are not displays of incredible goals and clever defensive plays. They are activities occurring in the stands and the locker rooms with little to no fanfare.

Naturally, I'm writing about the images that have captured the attention of so many of us on social media: Team Japan leaving the locker room immaculately organised, and Japanese spectators picking up all of the trash around them in the stands, both their own and that produced by the fans of opposing teams.

Of course, we must be careful to avoid generalising about entire nations and civilizations based on the behaviour of a relatively small number of individuals. But it is clear from these brief but impactful examples that compassion spreads quickly.

As flight attendant Tomomi Kishikawa of Tokyo told the New York Times, "We think we can spread this quickly. No one needs to be coerced into cleaning. However, if we do so, perhaps we might provide a positive example for respect."

It has been fascinating to see how many fans from various nations have joined this movement, even though the tale of these Japanese fans has received a lot of attention. There are three lessons that leaders may learn from these straightforward acts of everyday compassion, which supporters from Morocco, Saudi Arabia, and many other nations have started to imitate by cleaning up after their matches as well.

All types of people can be leaders.

Although the majority of World Cup-related media coverage focuses on formal authority figures like FIFA's president, national team coaches, or team captains, it's important to keep in mind that leadership is a quality that can exist without a title. While leaders may be hard to come by, I think leadership is plentiful. These late-night clean-up volunteers don't hold any official leadership positions. However, they take advantage of leadership opportunities when they decide to stand up and do something for people around them.

They are putting into practise a principle known as micro leadership that I introduced in my most recent book, Becoming a Change maker. They are stepping up and taking opportunities to be leaders themselves rather than waiting for approval from others to do so. They were not instructed to bring trash bags to the matches, and they have not been instructed to clean up. Instead, and regularly, they do this, they see an opportunity to act and change the lives of those around them. They are demonstrating the effectiveness of micro leadership in these little efforts.

Consider who will be the next.

According to me, executives should also be evaluated on how well they position their successors for success after they leave the formal leadership of the organisation. Leave the stadium cleaner than they found it when they arrived is one of the rules that supporters adhere to when cleaning up. Imagine applying the same approach to your own work to ensure that you are not only addressing issues as they arise but also ensuring that those who follow you won't have to deal with the same issues. It involves taking a long-term, generational perspective and realising that your actions today have repercussions, both positive and negative, for those who will follow you. A competent leader makes sure that they leave their organisations, communities, and planet in a better state than when they found it, whether that successor is the person in the meeting room after you, your replacement when you change jobs, or the next generation of individuals.

Let values be your compass.

I've read and seen several interviews with fans that clean up, and almost all of their comments share one thing in common: They all discuss how their behaviour is a manifestation of their principles. As leaders, we encounter several situations during the day where it would be simpler, easier, and ostensibly less taxing to compromise a little on our principles.

To slightly compromise our values, such as humility when we claim credit for something that wasn't really our creation or inclusivity when a prominent performer makes an offensive remark. Our values serve as our compass, and leaders should constantly consider how their actions and their principles line up. Fans leaving the stadium without cleaning up early wouldn't be held against them. But when we see it through the lens of values, it becomes obvious that staying to finish the job better exemplifies these principles than leaving at the last second. According to management expert Clayton Christensen's book

How Are You Going to Assess Your Life? "Holding your principles 98 % of the time is harder than holding them 100 % of the time."

Take note of the leadership lessons you may learn from these motivating examples the next time you see pictures of pristine locker rooms and trash-free bleachers in your social media feed. Realize that being a leader doesn't necessarily entail holding a formal title, and always keep in mind the effects of your decisions on others who will follow you. You should also strive to lead by setting your values as the highest priority.

Here's to riding this tsunami of goodwill and spreading it to other people.

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[comelylust]

Workmates

That's right I deliver what I promise, Request through my discord, Anon asked for some Miguel with plot so I made a plot attempt haha. if you find spelling or grammatical errors sorry I do this from a tablet 👀read the warnings 👀.  

Warnings: Smut content, +18, street fights, mentions of alcoholic beverages.

 "Ugh I really can't stand it" You mention this to your boss with an irritation in your voice, pacing back and forth with both hands on your head "how the hell are you two friends?! it's so... agh"  

Seeing how frustrated you were all your boss did was scoff at it, he continues to clean the glasses and arrange them on the shelves in the back, he looked like he really didn't care that two of his workers don't get along as well as he would like.  

"You're just stressed, go take a break" Your boss laughed, gesturing towards the employee door where you already knew who was there, Miguel, chances are he was listening to everything, instead instead of embarrassing you your anger continued to rise.

"He's a nice guy, you're just not used to his temperament."  

He's right, you still don't know him well enough just a couple of months ago you moved to Spain for personal reasons, but let's say things were getting difficult and you decided to venture to a new destination in search of opportunities, at first you didn't know where you were going, you were coming and going without a previously planned route, this didn't bother you at all you felt better about yourself above all you felt free for the first time in your life.  

On one of your countless trips you heard a group of strangers talking about a certain wrestling tournament which caught your interest. You decided to join that event after they finished their talk, grabbed your stuff and headed to a new country.  

When you finally arrived in Spain the first thing you did was to look for a temporary job, difficult at first you didn't have the necessary documentation to back up your identity, yeah shit, it wasn't the best idea to leave with nothing but your passport.

You continued your search now in the slums of that country, hoping that someone would offer you help, instead the only thing they offered you was endless fights showing the wimps not to mess with you, earning you a little respect from the locals.  

"Strange" You thought "People usually loathe people like me".

It didn't take you long to figure out the reason why the inhabitants were so used to subjects of your ilk. Miguel Caballero Rojo, a subject without a shred of compassion when it came to street fights, was brutal and violent making his opponents regret it on the spot.

Going to where he always made his appearances you found on the way an old cantina: on the outside it was crumbling, but the old letters of the place were still visible. Entering with your best hard face you asked about that mysterious man, without receiving a clear answer, again you let out a disappointed sigh and a pout formed on your lips.

"Hey, don't be so sad" A middle aged man catches your attention offering you a drink which you cheerfully accept "You're not from here are you, cutie?" Your eyes widen like saucers when he found out you're just an outsider, without taking the drink away from your lips you nodded.  

"Well, I need a bartender so why don't you stay for a while while you wait for him" He offers the old rag along with the apron, you were in doubt, but you really needed this job, the opportunity to work and hit on a guy sounded exquisite without hesitating a second longer you made your decision.  

"Okay I accept, just for a while".  

"I'm Daniel by the way" The old man who is now your boss mentions it.

You worked in that bar for the next few weeks, you didn't do much, just make drinks and take out old creeps trying to be smart. Now the main issue, if you met Miguel, yes, he really looked violent, and yes he had hated you.

When he first walked into the bar he was fuming, his nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and the fingers on his hands were crusted with dried blood, in short he's pissed, to add more to the mix you lunged at him with incredible speed that even Miguel himself was taken by surprise.

"What the fuck" He exclaims as his head face down is resting on the dirty floor, you crossed his wrists and paralyzed him with a knee on his back "Get the fuck down, what's wrong with you".  

"It's nothing personal just that I liked the idea of defeating the best fighter in this neighborhood" You licked your lips forming a fuzzy smile of joy. Miguel tries to move, but you strengthen your grip, raising your hand now in the shape of a fist ready to punch him in the Spaniard's face, until someone interrupts you.

 🌒🌕🌘

 "Sorry Daniel" You fiddle with your fingers as the pout returns to your face along with a blush forming on your cheeks. "B-but you already knew what my plan was!"

"Plan?! What's going on Daniel, are you conspiring with this Chiquilla?" Miguel points at both of you accusingly, scratching the back of his neck furiously.

"Eeh, who are you calling a chiquilla, brat?"

"The only person who is behaving like a brat is you" The two begin a verbal sparring match with overly childish insults. Daniel for his part lets out a loud sigh catching both of their attention.

"You both are behaving like brats, Now Miguel she is the new Bartender she will work here for a while be nice" The last sentence was thrown remarking that she will behave "Same goes for you, Be nice he is your co-worker"

"Coworkers!? That if ever!" Both mention at the same time throwing each other murderous looks.

And here we are back where we left off at the beginning. Working with Miguel was annoying, he is always drunk, when he is lucid he gets in a bad mood and even starts fights for stupid reasons, the problem is when you have to interfere when things get too intense, this didn't bother you, you were annoyed by the idea of saving his ass.

Instead of thanking you he starts a useless fight questioning why you helped him and all the crap you decided for your and Daniel's mental health more than anything else for your boss it's better to ignore him.

But what happened?  

You were not a sports fan, much less a soccer fan, however since you arrived to this place the only thing that the bar TV broadcasts was soccer, getting used to it, you noticed that Miguel on special occasions wears a jersey of his favorite team, your lips curved into a cheshire smile at the prank you were going to do, your plan is only to support the opposing team for no apparent reason, this would annoy Miguel as a "revenge" for what he had put you through.

Tonight you put your new plan into practice, you borrowed a t-shirt from the opposing team that is playing tonight, you put it on by buttoning every button, oddly enough this shirt highlights your beautiful figure, accentuating your breasts and molding to your abdomen/torso, you hope no one notices this, but who the fuck cares, you look great.  

The bar is more crowded than it normally is, you complained about the smell it smelled too much like Cologne, alcohol and sweat hopefully your brain will adapt to it. You headed to your work station serving the drinks to their respective buyers. Until you saw him come in of course with his charming outfit, fuck, you have to admit the man is hot, his manly appearance and his well toned and thick muscles soaked with a light layer of sweat would make anyone drool, unfortunately this was his only virtue.

He gave you a small smile and of course foolishly you returned it, you shook your head forcibly bringing yourself back to reality and remembering the reason why you had decided to do this in the first place.  

"Are you kidding me?" he approaches you intimidating as always, the difference is this time his voice framed mockery as if he knew what you were trying to do.

"What are you talking about, I'm just working" you bite your inner cheek avoiding emitting a laugh, You poured him a pitcher of beer waiting for him to forget the topic of conversation.  

"Yeah right, I know what you're planning, cutie" He takes a long swig of the drink wiping the rest of it off with his arm "And it's not going to work" He winks at you you roll your eyes so much you're able to see your brain, it really is unbearable.

As the night continues, Miguel continues to make fun of you and how your "shitty" team is losing, the strange thing is that you ended up joining him, drinking the whole keg of beer answering his comments with sarcastic remarks.  

You were wrong to think that his only quality is being a handsome man when you noticed that his resistance to alcohol is quite high happened exactly with you, your resistance to alcohol was the best, however, the drinks were doing in you a kind of aphrodisiac turning you hotter as you kept talking to Miguel.

"How about...if we go to the back" your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked you play again with your fingers waiting for an answer, instead he didn't give you one he just grabbed your bicep with his hand and dragged you to the employee only room.  

Before partially closing the door, his free hand wrapped around your jaw pulling you closer to him in a hot kiss, intertwining their tongues licking every part he could, he pushed you into the room closing the door behind you. He connected his lips this time on your neck leaving you with purple and bite marks.

 He held your wrists guiding you to the lounge chair obediently sitting there, still kissing you enjoying your taste despite the bad beer you had chosen.  

"Apparently you're not a rough girl anymore" Separating slightly so he could speak.  

"H-hush don't ruin the moment" You turned into a red, stuttering mess, all Miguel did is smile at you and get up from the seat, your mind raced hoping he wouldn't leave.

"On your knees" His hoarser than normal voice made you shudder and let out a low moan, he had never been so dominant and you would be lying if you didn't say you didn't like it. You quickly went down on your knees looking up at him with eyes clouded in lust.

"Fuck" Solo said unbuttoning his pants, you helped by pulling them down along with his boxers "I'm going to punish you for being a spoiled brat."

 You finally released his cock from its confines, you gasped at the sight previously you could picture it, but your mind didn't do it justice, it's big with veins that framed its outline the red tip was already dripping pre-semen, you licked your lips and included its head between your lips, giving kitten licks.

 "Stop teasing" He growled, you opened your mouth wider with your tongue hanging out, shoving his cock in your mouth touching your throat, you looked up as you gagged which made him let out a guttural gasp.

You pulled back pulling his cock partially out before thrusting harder into your throat, you moan and the vibrations you throw are so delicious he can't take it. Getting rid of his remaining clothes he continued to pound your throat rapidly as he watched your face fill with tears and you try to breathe through your nose so you don't choke.  

"Will you stop teasing?" your eyebrows flex in anger, but this action doesn't last that long, still gagging on his cock you nod energetically. "Good girl."

Thick, hot ropes sprouted from his cock covering your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible. Inhaling and exhaling heavily catching your breath, you struggled to stand up before Miguel lifted you up placing you face down on the couch climbing behind you, your instinct was to raise your ass and spreading your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of your already slippery pussy.

 Miguel looked at you with carnal hunger re licking his lips as he looked at your innocent form, his palm slapping against your ass in a thud, you squealed as you felt another series of spanks follow leaving your buttocks red.  

 "Remember it's your punishment pretty girl."  

He rubs his fingers over your wet folds and plunges a finger inside you, you yelp at the sudden action pulling away, Miguel firmly holds your hips so as not to go any further and continues to plunge his fingers stretching your tight walls.  

"Easy I'm getting you ready" Miguel works on your sex pulling his fingers in and out "She's too tight".  

Your legs trembled with excitement and your moans echoed in the room loudly, before you could come he pulled away from you collecting your essence smearing it on his long shaft lubricating it.  

The tip of his cock rubbed between your folds teasing your entrance, you moaned needy moving close to him.

"Don't tease" you pout and he teases you, he pushes his member slowly into your pussy. The sensation of your walls squeezing his cock made him throw his head back as you rolled your eyes at the bliss of being filled.  

Miguel pulled your hair back into a ponytail using it as leverage to go faster and deeper, the lewd noises you make are music to his ears instigating him to move.

You could feel every part of his thick cock and how it exquisitely hits that rubbery spot inside you, through your mouth overflowing saliva and your eyes still rolling back. Your walls tremble giving hints of your come.

"Cum on my cock pretty girl" his voice a few octaves lower brings you to the edge, a lewd moan escapes your sweet lips and he quickens his pace chanting your name between curses, his load shoots inside your sex painting them white.

He pulls out of you and you both catch your breath. When you realize what has just happened your face turns red and you try to hide it between the cushions of the couch. Miguel notices this and pats your head.

 "So..." You say shyly.

"Then I'll ask you out, mi amor."  

"W-what?!"  

"Ha, I really love your temper."  

"Idiota" this wasn't the plan nor much less the expected result but you're happy.

I must improve on the fast way it ended haha I hope you liked it.  

#Tw: smut #tw: alcohol #miguel caballero rojo x reader #tekken miguel x reader #tekken #tekken miguel #miguel caballero rojo

[respectable-username]

So, uh, I guess I should do one of those intro pinned post thingies? Well, here it is.

Who am I?

Hi! I'm Respectable Username. You can call me Res for short. I mostly post about Hermitcraft and Hermitcraft-adjacent things, but will also reblog other funnies or interesting things.

What do I do?

IRL, I'm a software engineer. In the fan-o-sphere though, I mostly enjoy writing and character analysing stuff. Writing I've done on Tumblr is tagged with `#res writes`.

Asks open

Ask me about anything really. Or alternatively, give me a prompt and I might just get inspired to throw out a scene/one-shot from it!

Latest bit of writing

The Weirdest Reflection - Etho and Bdubs swap outfits. That's it. Fluffy Last Life one-shot.

It Glows in the Dark - A mysterious item appears in the world. What is it, and why is it there? Multichapter mystery/action/angst?/I don't know how genres work starring 18 Hermits.

Here There Be Monsters - Grian is a completely normal human, living in a completely normal, human world. Or at least, that's what he thought before the creature attacked him. Multichapter, Urban Fantasy AU, MCYT crossover (but mostly Hermitcraft focused).

Streaming

I've started streaming some modded Minecraft over on Twitch. At the time of writing, I mostly play TechnodeFirmaCraft, a survival-based modpack. If you wanna come along and say hi, my channel is respectable_username.

Important Tags

If I'm talking about IRL stuff or about a project I'm working on that's not released, I'll tag as `#res rambles`.

If I'm writing a scene or some character analysis on Tumblr (as opposed to just linking to AO3), I'll use `#res writes`.

If I post/reblog anything shippy (rarely, but it does happen occasionally), I will tag as `#hermitshipping`.

Uh, so do you Hermitship?

Yeah I know I'm complete trash but I try to keep it off the main blog. Look, I can't help which characters my brain decides to lock on to and right now yes it is a pair of Hermits. But only their characters, not the real-life people. And again, if I do feel the need to post, it will be tagged so you can avoid it.

You keep mentioning a big writing project?

This writing project is "It Glows in the Dark" and I'm slowly releasing it now! All posts related to it post-release are tagged with "#IGITD fic". My Word doc is at almost 30,000 words now and I still have a way to go, making this by _far_ the most writing I've done on any singular project for any reason ever. I'm really proud of it please go read it and I'll love you forever.

Other fandoms?

The other big, long-running fandom participations from the past have been Doctor Who and the MCU. I've also fallen through other fandoms over time, including in the last few years She-Ra (2018), Good Omens, and Attack on Titan.

And of course I was historically part of the Sherlock (BBC) and Merlin fandoms back in the day, although never got into Supernatural.

So, what's up with the username?

Uh, well, I'd been trying for a few years to move away from my old username that I used everywhere. I'd come up with that name in 2006, and very little created in 2006 is fit for purpose in 2021! I'd been struggling to come up with something new though, so I mostly just used the old username or my "professional" username.

But then came the time when I wanted to update my username on Twitch so I could try catching some of the Hermits' livestreams and join the chat and I didn't want the embarrassing old username. So I changed it, trying a few different options, none of which were available, and eventually in my frustration just put in respectable_username and saved. I almost immediately regretted it, but Twitch wouldn't let me change back for 60 days, so got stuck with it for the time being.

But then I actually caught a Hermit's stream live (one of Tango's Among Us sessions with the Friday Night Crew) and chatted in the chat and about 3 separate people complimented the username! So I decided to keep it and make it my new username that I used around the place. Still haven't updated most websites yet though.

As I think of more things, I'll add them.

#res rambles

[miasma-of-fear]

Verse List

Jonathan Wayne

It wasn't long after 15 year old Jonathan attempted to enroll himself in high school that it was discovered he was living on his own with no legal guardian. He was of course turned over to the state- then, fortunately, adopted by the Wayne family soon after. Unfortunately, Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed just a year later, leaving both Jonathan and recently 12 year old Bruce orphans. The two boys grew up somewhat distant from each other, much to Jonathan's quiet dismay, Bruce harboring a subconscious and senseless blame for his adoptive brother being the cause of his biological parents' death. Alfred attempted time and time again to convince Bruce to accept Jonathan, but seemingly to no avail. Nevertheless, the two grew up into (more or less) beloved eccentric socialites, with Jonathan more quiet as opposed to Bruce's playboy nature. Jonathan also continued his academic efforts, becoming the Psychology professor at Gotham University (and maintaining his job without incident), ultimately getting a research grant for his pet project of reworking Gerald Crane's formula.

However, Jonathan suffered a mental breakdown at 29 as a result from the distance and vague hostility Bruce maintained between them, constantly being under the media's scrutiny, the treatment of his University professor co-workers, and other factors. Bruce immediately sent him to the "purely" psychiatric wing of Arkham in a genuine attempt to help him, though this was before Alfred even had the chance to get a word in on the matter. Ten months later, however, once both were made aware of the horrors Jonathan was facing in the facility, both Bruce and Alfred agreed to pull him back out- with some rule bending- and set him up with outpatient therapy. At this point, Bruce had already begun his double life as Batman, and the timeline diverges on whether Jonathan becomes a rogue or joins Bruce as a vigilante.

[ Based on an old idea by @/ritzy-biscuit, with more details to fit my timeline. For the sake of threads, Bruce's age difference can be changed though Jon's remains static. I'm 100% open to doing threads at any point in this history, and with Jon either working with or against Bruce. ]

The Gotham Rider

Sleepy Hollow has the Headless Horseman, Gotham City has the Death Rider, a creature hell bent on punishing the abusive. Legend has it he was once a traveler beaten by a group of regular tormentors, who then chased him to the train tracks where his head was severed from his body. Now, he carries his severed head- as well as sickles made from his ribs and a whip made from his spine- as he prowls the night streets, searching for anyone requiring punishment.

Anti-Hero

Exactly what it says on the tin. Jonathan's morals are stronger, and he operates under the same name only as yet another vigilante. He still detests Batman and his associates, not above fighting with them as well as the criminals he aims to punish and eradicate.

Dark Folk

Jon Crane is an enigmatic singer-songwriter with something of a cult following, regularly disappearing from the public's eye until he crops up again at some music festival or charity event, or releases a new album. Notoriously difficult to work with and solitary in his art, not to mention reclusive, it's rare that Crane may collaborate with another artist or mingle with fans. Though there have been some exceptions...

Steer Skulls Scream

A roving outlaw, Jonny "the Scream" Crane is something of a living folk tale; "don't stay out after dark, kids, or the Scream will snatch you up and take you to Hell." "Don't steal, or Jonny Scream will tie you up and drag you through the desert on horseback." "You'd better not drink, lest old Jon Crane show up for a match." So on, and so forth. In reality, he's simply a man outcasted by "polite" society for daring to stand up against his hometown's corrupted sherriff, forced to roam from town to town with only his guns, his sickle, and his horse Bethlehem for company. Though he has assisted many a poor farmer, widow, and lost child, something of a wild west Robin Hood at times, he's bound to be vilified for the rest of his sorry days.

The Young Professor

Less so a verse and more so a period of time, back when Jonathan was the overly timid Psychology professor at Gotham University.

Doctor Fear

Another trip back in time, to when he was working at Arkham rather than incarcerated there.

Devil Boy

One more rewind, to Jon's childhood and teenage years. (Obviously triggering things abound in this one.)

Papa Crow

A single father of 5 children of varying ages- all with strong personalities- Jonathan has his work cut out for him. To make matters worse, he's allowed himself to grow attached to- and subsequently care for- two troubled teenagers. With essentially 7 kids, two jobs, a constantly fluctuating number of side jobs, a dickhead of a landlord, and his own personal problems, is it any surprise that he's utterly exhausted most days?

[ Can be altered to Jon being a criminal instead of having to keep "legitimate" side jobs, granted he'll be significantly lower profile than main verse and unconnected to his crimes. ]

#Adjustments are in order : blog maintenance

[thoushallnotfall]

Hi there! I'm new to The Lost Boys community (I saw the movie about three days ago and I deep dived in XD) and I really admire your works and posts. I'm a little shy about talking to everyone but I hope to eventually start writing and join the fandom on here. You're a wonderful writer and I was wondering if you, or any other writers you know, had any key points/tips for writing the boys?

Well first of all welcome! We're super happy to have you! ❤️

While I saw the movie for the first time YEARS ago, I actually only joined the fandom here on Tumblr a few weeks ago myself, and it's been a really wonderful experience so far! I think you'll really enjoy it once you get settled in; everyone I've interacted with has been nothing but kind and supportive, and that's the kind of energy I'm trying to put back out into the community. ☺️

Thank you so much for the compliment! I appreciate so much that you think I'm worth asking for advice! 🥺

I can't speak for how anyone else writes them/how others in the fandom view the boy's or their personalities, but I can give you some tips for each of the boys when I write them.

This is written more like a general headcanon list (I hope that's okay!), but hopefully it helps you for writing! ☺️

Paul

Paul is the biggest flirt of the group. The other boys do flirt of course, but Paul is always flirting. This also makes Paul the horniest of the four. The boy is handsy. He likes to touch you however he possibly can.

Despite being a flirt, Paul is also very sweet. He's go a sort of childlike sincerity buried underneath the top layer of horny teenager. So once he's in love, he's in love. An absolute sap. A lost puppy that will follow you everywhere and whine when you're gone or not paying enough attention to him.

I'm going to be 100% real; he's the dumbest of the four, but it just makes him cuter in my opinion. Doesn't always get things unless they're spelled out for him (or he's already in on the joke).

Things he really loves: his look, rock music, and pot.

He's BFFs with Marko and if the four of them aren't together the two are usually hanging out as a pair. Paul is not really the kind of person to enjoy the pleasure of his own company (unless he's doing something *personal*...if you get my meaning)

If he messes up and upsets you/you have a fight he's not the best at apologies. He'll pout, and stubbornly maintain it wasn't his fault regardless of whose fault it actually was. Eventually though, he'll miss you enough that his need to see you will win out over his need to be right, and he'll come find you. He probably still won't apologize unless the fight was really bad, but he'll pout at you and shoot you sad, puppy dog eyes until you you give in and let him grab you for a huge hug and a flurry of make-up kisses.

Will kiss you anywhere anytime with anyone watching. Will start making out in front of the guys and just, try to go all the way with them all right there. He doesn't care if he has an audience.

Marko

Marko kind of has these duel personalities, and I think that's why he's so chaotic.

On the one hand you've got this wild child, chaos incarnate, ball of pure energy that will literally fight anyone. Then on the other you've got this deceptively smart, sweet, sensitive boy who keeps pigeons. (No, I'm serious)

Marko is a little shit though. Facts.

Loves to fight. When he's out on the boardwalk just loves a good scrape. As a vampire gets a sadistic thrill out of killing. He has no qualms about what he is and won't apologize for it.

He's incredibly sarcastic and enjoys teasing. If he wasn't being sarcastic he would physically die. Making you blush from teasing you is one of his greatest joys in life.

Marko is smart. He's always watching everything that's happening, taking mental notes. Doesn't mean he won't run into situations without thinking like a huge dumbass sometimes, but he has the capacity for higher thought.

Because he's smart, David trusts him with more responsibility, making him a sort of defacto second. (We actually see some of this in the movie, I swear I'm not pulling this from nowhere...)

While he is a little shit, he doesn't actually want to hurt the people he cares for. He is fiercely loyal, and cares deeply about those close to him. He would never want to take his teasing too far, and if he did he would make up for it by making himself look like a fool or by performing some grand gesture.

Marko doesn't have much of a temper when it comes to his s/o(other people, oh yes, you, no), but if you do get into a fight and he knows it's his fault he'll own up to it and apologize. He doesn't want to leave things messed up between the two of you. If it's not his fault, he'll give you a chance to apologize, but even if you don't he'll probably just let it go unless the fight was really serious because he just wants you around again.

Marko is more sensitive then he lets on. He enjoys time to himself to just listen to music and pet his birds. It's his time to unwind and be alone when you normally spend every waking moment with three other guys.

Marko is totally fine with PDA. He likes to pull you into his lap and kiss you, and doesn't care who's there to see it. That said, he won't go as far as Paul. He's got some standards.

Dwayne

Stoic. The strong, silent type--but we all pretty much know that, right?

Dwayne is a tired single mother of three and he needs a vacation.

Constantly having to pull Marko out of fights and pull Paul away from girls they're not actively hunting.

If you're in a relationship with all of them and the two of them gang up on you to tease you Dwayne is the one who will keep an eye on you and make sure they don't take things too far. He'll even rescue you from David if he thinks he's being too mean to you, though he'll catch hell for it later.

Dwayne is very protective of you. If you're out in public he wants keep you close by unless you go off with one of the others. If anyone tries to hit on you he will stare them down so threateningly that they piss themselves.

Dwayne isn't really a fan of PDA. He likes to hold your hand when you're out, but he doesn't usually go in for too many kisses in public. He'll accept any you give him though, and if you try and sit in his lap or hold onto him it's not like he'll push you away. He's just not going to initiate anything like that himself while you're out.

When you're in private, Dwayne is very affectionate. He loves holding you in his arms. Just, all the time. Anytime. Enjoys small, sensual moments rather than wild make-out sessions.

Is a very good listener. Doesn't usually give advice, but he's great at just listening to everyone else's problems. The other boys always go to him when they need to vent.

You literaly never get in fights. Like, if you have a "fight" it's 100% some sort of misunderstanding on your part, and Dwanye will try and calm you down and bend over backwards to try and make you feel better.

Likes to spend time on his own reading. It's one of his ways of decompressing.

Just because he is kind, doesn't mean he isn't still one of the guys. If they're playing some sort of game or prank, he'll 100% join in, and have fun doing it. He is a teenage vampire.

David

David is an asshole. That's it. That's the list.

Genuinely though, he likes being a bit of a jerk; teasing you until he takes it just a little too far, then enjoying the process of making you forgive him.

He's always the one in control of every situation he's in. Period. When he's with the boy's? He's the leader. He decides what they're doing. When it's just the two of you? He's the boss. He's in charge. He's got all the authority.

David isn't opposed to PDA per say; if you're out in public he'll usually keep his hands to himself, or just keep it light, like have his arm around you. If he really wants to be affectionate or tease you, he'll pull you into an ally or under an overpass so less people will see.

If you don't go along with everything he says you'll fight. A lot. They'll probably get bad at times, depending on how stubborn you are. He'll be furious; of all the boys, David is the only one who really gets angry. He's never going to admit he's wrong, you'll never get an apology. He'll say really hurtful things if it's a bad fight, and if you don't come back after awhile he'll eventually come looking for you. He'll say the boys miss you, and that's the closest thing you'll get to an invitation.

David has a lot on his shoulders as the leader, and that kind of isolates him front the other boys at times. Sometimes it feels like the three of them plus David. He enjoys the power he gets as the leader, but he also doesn't get to be as part of the group as much because he has more responsibility.

He's genuinely got a lot of love and affection in him. Both for you and for the boys. But he's also probably the most jaded of the boys, so his real feelings are usually buried under layers of sarcasm and ice. It's very rare that you will get him to open up about his real feelings. If you do, it's usually just a quick glimpse before his wall is back up.

I hope you liked this/it was helpful! I tried to throw in a variety of things to catch a decent amount of their personality traits, plus just some fun little stuff. 😅

Again, welcome to the fandom! If you ever have any questions feel free to reach out to me! ❤️

-Rachel

[mochikeiji]

Take a Hint.

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: College AU! Fukurodani Volleybal Team!(with managers) Shy Akaashi! Popular Bokuto! Slight NSFW, Fluffy

↬ Word Count: 3,912

Summary: First year college student, Akaashi Keiji begins his new life away from the comfort of his home solitude. Growing up to be an introvert, Akaashi had a hard time gaining friends and fitting in. But what happens to someone when they've met a rowdy senior who somehow slithers their way into their lives and becomes their only friend? Or maybe more.

⇢ Day 2: Obliviousness/Pinning, Roomates, College AU @bokuakaweek2020

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It really is terrifying for some to move out of the comfort of their house and their personal room to move into a dorm for their first year in college. For some it seemed fun and adventurous, only because they were an extrovert.

Unlike Akaashi, a man with few words, was an introvert. Sure he used to play volleyball back in his highschool days— even got himself the spotlight as their schools top tier setter, but he believes he could never match the other monsters such as Atsumu Miya, Kageyama Tobio and former captain of an opposing school, Oikawa Tooru. To him, he was nothing but an average person trying to get a good grade and a college degree and good job and die just like that.

His mother did try to tell him to atleast make some friends during his days in highschool so he wouldn't be so lonely. He couldn't say he can't do it due to his facial expression and blunt words. He couldn't help it, it was already part of his charisma. Now, he wished he wasn't so alone as he carries a box of his belongings in a crowded hallway to the dorms. Seeing other freshmen and seniors helping out each other was one thing he secretly envied. He wanted a friend too, but he was just clueless on how to even make one.

Keeping his head lowered and muttering small, soft excuses on his way to his dorm, he manages to make his way smoothly away from the crowd, thinking they might've been whispering stuff about him being odd when clearly no one even saw him pass through.

Rummaging in his pocket for the key, he pulls out the small metallic object. But before he could thrust the key up into the doorknob, it flung open.

"Oh? Are you my roommate!?"

The chattering hallway was immediately silenced as the mega phone like tone of voice dominated the entire atmosphere. He was a loud person, Akaashi thought.

"Y-yes, but you may want to keep it do—"

"Ah? What are you nervous about! These guys," he points behind Akaashi with a grin, "They're all my buds! Right? Hey!" he starts as the students behind Akaashi laughed and followed his lead, "Hey, hey, hey!!"

It surprised the black haired male to see them, even the mean looking ones just go along with this mans quirks. He must be popular then.

"Anyways, come in! I'll show ya around." Bringing his hand on Akaashi's smaller frame from behind, he flinches from the contact and squeaks silently with the door clicking behind him closed. Sighing, he takes a long look at each corner of the dorm. It only held two beds from each side and two study tables. Typical.

He then reviews over his roommate's side of the dorm, it wasn't as neat as he expected from him. His bag was wode open with papers bulging out, his sheets were torn off the mattress, and what caught his eye was a volleyball jersey displayed on his pillow.

So that's why he was so popular, he thought.

"Sorry about the mess there, didn't expect my roommate to come until tomorrow." Bokuto follows Akaashi's eyes, giving him a sheepishly smile while scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "But enough about that, I forgot to introduce myself." he swung his right arm toward Akaashi, "My name's Bokuto, Bokuto Koutarou, second year college student."

Fumbling with the box, Akaashi quickly places it down on his side and bows in respect, "Sorry, I didn't know you were a senior....Senpai." he can feel his skin crawl with goosebumps from the honorific rolling out of his tongue like a female character in a shonen manga, "I'm Akaashi Keiji, first year college student. Thank you for having me here."

After that small introduction Akaasgi managed to pull off, he was giving himself a pat on the back for actually interacting with someone normally with out bluntly saying anything out of the blue.

Or so, he thought.

"A-ah, no, it's fine. You can just lay off the honorifics, Kaashi. Bokuto is fine."

He was caught off guard by the sudden nickname he was given. I guess they were in that bases now. Akaashi gets up from his position and gives him a small nod, "Very well, Bokuto."

The room fell into a deep silence, other than the sound of Akaashi's stuff being carefully put away properly. His other stuff were still downstairs in his mother's car, he'd have to hurry un packing. But his movements were not only slow, nor careful, it was as if he was trying not to mess up or do something embarrassing as he felt golden eyes just grazing at the back of his head.

"Say, Kaashi," flinching again from Bokuto's sudden call, "Do you play volleyball? You have pretty big hands for a small boy like you."

"Have you been watching me?" that's what he wanted to say, instead he was flustered and pushed up his glasses to hide his already sweaty self.

"I used to be a setter."

Putting his leg down, Bokuto's eyes lightens up with a sparkle, "Really!? Then join the volleyball club here!" jumping off of his bed while looking at Akaashi with hope glittering his golden eyes.

"There's a volleyball club here?" to Akaashi, all he thought of college was just study, libraries, and cafeteria. He didn't stop to think if there were clubs like the ones during his highschool days.

"Of course! It would've been boring to study if we didn't atleast have a sports club. So, will ya join?" egging him, Bokuto was on his feet awaiting for the males answer.

"No."

Ah, that was too blunt.

"EHH?! Why not? You must be a pretty good setter!" His eyes trail at the tips of his seniors hair. They were dropping down as if they too were also feeling his emotions. Afraid that he might've hurt the males feelings, he quickly apologized and explained.

"Sorry, it's just, I think there will be mroe better setters for your team, Bokuto."

"Hm? But we don't even have a setter."

Akaashi's mouth closes, not knowing how to tell Bokuto that he was just not the type to be outgoing and indulging himself into prying eyes. Sure, he was able to sought out his passion in volleyball back in middle school and highschool, but that was only because he was never noticed by some people. During official games, he'd only have his hair slightly grown a bit to hide his eyes whenever he plays to avoid feeling thw pressure by the crowd. Sometimes, he'd allow himself to be seated during an entire game and watch his other setter take his on his role.

Yet somehow on his third year, he manages to catch the title of being captain.

"I'm just not cut out for it, Bokuto." he twiddled with his fingers from both habit and to ease his sweaty palms, "I'm not a pretty good setter."

"Show me first, and I'll be the one to comment." Bokuto huffs and crosses his arms with a childlike pout forming on his mouth, "And for the record, I think you're pretty."

And that was the beginning of Akaashi's heart always beating harder whenever he was with Bokuto.

After four months of adjusting into the new world, Akaashi had gone through the months according to his neatly made schedule. But even so, the past four months was also filled with Bokuto's never ending pleads for him to join the volleyball club and be their setter.

Which leads to him now panting in his sweaty attire with Bokuto still high on stamina and determination.

"One more, Kaashi. Give me a good toss!" with that being said, the setter runs into his position after one of their teammate's had flung the ball up. With long fingers easily grazing the ball and fitting his hands perfectly, Akaashi delivers it to his right to where Bokuto had already sprung up with his feet.

Like a big bang, the ball sounded as it looked squished by the floor after having the ace smash it down. Pants were heard from all players, but Akaashi paid no attention to the sweat dripping on his forehead nor was feeling exhausted. His eyes were more focused on the way Bokuto had spike the ball and landed perfectly on his feet.

And it was oddly satisfying for Akaashi to keep seeing his only friend send him straight into an awe.

That being said, it wasn't the only thing that was seen by just him, but the fact that he has done it ever since he has gotten in the team, it was so obvious to everyone that he was staring at their ace.

No one bothered to say a word about it, but being with an airheaded captain, at some point without Akaashi by the distance, they would run forward to him and say, "Looks like you've caught a really rare attention there, Bokuto."

And it always ends with, "How do you catch someone's attention though?"

Blowing a whistle far from the team had broken his stare from the captain. Before any of them could gather up, there were cheering from both above and below the sidelines of the gym.

"Bokuto senpai! You did so good!"

"What an amazing spike!"

"You really are an unstoppable ace!"

Most of them were consist of females. From senior to freshmen, they seemed to be oogling more on his physical appearance more than his passion according to Akaashi. It had been like this ever since he joined, every end of their practice, his senior would always be crowded in a herd of praises and swooning ladies. It was said by his teammates that Bokuto was a sucker for praises, and since he was well known to this university everyone of his adoring fans knew that about him.

And it made his insides churn into an unpleasant twist to see him casually talking to them, more so letting them touch him so freely.

"Akaashi, you seem troubled." another one of his senior who was at the same class as Bokuto, Yukie had spoken as she passes him his water bottle. Looking at to where his eyes were seconds ago, she could see Bokuto and couple of males but more on females gather around him with another round of praising and some gifts given.

"Bokuto has always been gaining a lot of attention ever since he entered the campus," Yukie sighs, "It's getting really annoying, we can't even finish a simple meeting after games." looking back at Akaashi, she let's out a small flinch when she saw him looking almost depressed by staring at Bokuto.

"I wish they'd leave him for his peace." no, that wasn't what he meant. Feelings were not a stranger to Akaashi, he wasn't oblivious of his own emotions. He knows what he has between him and the ace, and knowing that and seeing something like this happen all the time crushed him. The only thing the setter didn't know was how obvious he was pinning after the ace to his teammates and managers.

"Hey, hey, Bokuto senpai," calls out by a random girl, "Who's that guy over there, the one wearing number 5." she points at Akaashi, who now averted his eyes immediately away from Bokuto and started talking to Yukie.

"Yeah, I don't think we've seen him before."

"Isn't he that nerd from Class 1?"

"I think sensei offered me a tutor from him."

"Wasn't he wearing glasses? He looks kinda hot without them."

Each comment passes to Bokuto's ears made him bite the insides of his cheeks. There was no way they were going after Akaashi.

"Ah, well, that over there ladies is our setter, Akaashi Keiji. He just joined in a month ago so he's still kinda shy." Konoha, another close friend of Bokuto and his teammate steps in the conversation, "He's single but I don't think it's easy to catch a fella like him." he jabs the ace's chest with his arm, hinting him about something with his eyebrows moving up and down.

Wincing at the slight pain, he glares at Konoha, "I don't think it's a good idea to pin for Kaashi, ladies." he finally spoke, this time his tone somehow getting lower only to be noticed by Konoha who was quietly snickering behind his fist, walking away to go talk to the red haired manager.

"Why not, Bokuto?"

"Does he already have his eye on someone?"

Contemplating whether or not he should admit it, Bokuto blurts out, "Yes! Well no! Soon, someone's already have their eye on him and well," glancing slightly at Akaashi with a hint of longing and impatience, he holds himself together and lets out a sigh, "That someone is trying really hard to get him to like them."

"So, did he got mad at you?" Yukie places her hands on his hips as Konoha approaches her with a sly grin on his face.

"No but he did somehow indirectly admit his love." winking at Yukie, who sighed at his little antics.

"You really are an idiot."

"So are those two."

An hour passes, Bokuto managed to get all of his fans out for them to resume packing up and cleaning the gym. Akaashi was silent after the entire fiasco and placed each ball on the basket carefully, still deep in thought about his friend.

Bokuto notices how quiet he has grown. It wasn't the normal kind of quiet he's known to Akaashi, but rather this one seemed to be sad, "Hey, Yukie. What's up with Kaashi? He hasn't spoken to anyone, let alone, me." finally done lowering the net, Yukie sighs once more and lightly smacks his head with her clipboard, earning a small whine from Bokuto.

"Honestly, can't you take a hint Bokuto?"

For the past four months, since Akaashi's first day in the University. When Bokuto had decided to introduce him to his group of friends, despite them being older than him, they could already see how fond the owl haired male was with the smaller male.

Even before Akaashi was introduced, he was all he talks about with them during dismissal or anytime they'd get together. Everytime they'd go ahead to the cafeteria, they can see his eyes caught in his direction all the time. The kind of eyes that showed so much emotion to volleyball.

And once they got to know Akaashi, they thiught to themselves they were going to be fine knowing Akaashi wasn't as dense as their baby like captain was.

Oh how wrong they were.

Akaashi had gotten close to Yukie for the oast two months since she was mostly on her own. Kaori was always with Konoha and Washio since she was in the same class they were, but different schedules. When Yukie found out that Akaashi did too, have emotions for Bokuto, she was giddy. But when she heard him utter out, "I don't think he likes me." that's when the frustration built up. Doesn't he notice the way he was being stared at or even the lingering hand on his shoulder whenever Bokuto pats him?

"What hint?" his tone was troubled, Bokuto was truly lost at this moment, not knowing what had caused his beloved friend to feel this way.

"Try talking to him later, Bokuto," patting his shoulder, "And please, tell him already." letting go of him, Yukie walks away with the rest of the team, leaving Bokuto behind to think.

"Tell him what though?"

Back to their dorms, Akaashi rubs his eyes using his fingers to ease the tension that had been laid upon his shoulders for the past few hours. Admittedly, he has this kind of bitterness flowing in his blood remembering the events earlier, but after a few seconds, those bitterness occurred to his insecurities. He was used to over thinking a lot when he was alone, but never about another person. It was always about him.

Groaning loudly he lands his face on the plush of his pillow, releasing a shaky breath as he looks at the bedside Bokuto owns, "Why did it had to be you?"

"Who are you talking about Kaashi?"

Jolting up at the sound of the door clicking behind him, Akaashi could only stare into his face with the orange light of their room illuminating his features in the dark night. Being roommates was harder when you were living with someone that literally shakes your entire world.

"Nothing." plopping back down on his pillow, Akaashi exhales deeply. To Bokuto, it seemed Akaashi was more frustrated to see him here, but to the timid male, he was just calming his heart from beating erratically inside of him. Hearing his footsteps closing in, he thoughts to himself he was finally going to sleep. What surprised him and made his face flush against the pillow was when he felt his bed dip down from his feet as Bokuto sat down.

"Are you mad at me Kaashi?" Bokuto looks at his back side in worry, "You haven't talked to me after practice. You even left without me today." There was a tinge of guilt inside Akaashi. He didn't realize he left Bokuto alone after he left since they always walk together back in the dorms.

When Bokuto heard no reply, he continues, "Yukie told me something about not taking a hint on something? I don't really get it," golden eyes averting up on their dim light of the room, "But the more I thought about it on the way back, all I could think of was you, Kaashi."

Holy shit, he wasn't going to do it now.

"I know it sounds lame, but I really did thought of what she said and all that pops out was you, you get where I'm getting at, right?" Bokuto had his arms on his legs by now from moving into motion as he spoke. Meanwhile if Akaashi were to sit up, his heartbeat might've been already heard.

Gulping quietly, feeling Bokuto's eyes watching him intently, all he could do was shake his head slowly. He wanted him to go on. He needed to hear where he was going with this. He can feel the vibrations of his light chuckling from his body as Bokuto sighs.

"Usually I'm not afraid of doing something out of the blue, y'know? You've seen me do some weird crap all the time." Akaashi's light laugh muffles against his pillow as he continues, "But when it comes to these, it really gets into me. Telling someone how you feel about them."

The last line made Akaashi almost ascend to heaven. Was he dreaming? Was he expecting too much to know what was going to happen next? The numerous scenarios running through his head all mixing up, causing his cheeks to flare up. They got worse when Bokuto landed a soft palm on the small of his back, jolting a bit from the sudden contact.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that," Bokuto pauses, shifting his position closer to Akaashi, leaning his head next to his ear, "I like you."

Shivering at his warm breath against his ear, Akaashi bit his lower lip at the small rush of arousal from his lower regions, clenching his thighs together to ease himself.

"I like you. I don't know why it connects to Yukie's words, but somehow telling you this at this moment felt kinda right." he gave his back a small stroke for comfort, noticing him tensing after uttering out his sudden confession, "You probably don't like me, Kaashi. It's not everyday you see someone the same gender as you say that nonchalantly." chuckling out sadly, he smiles, "Still, I'm still here for you. So please, whatever is bothering you, tell me. We can dismiss what just happened now."

Not liking the end of his sentence, Akaashi grabs his hand from behind and sits up quick, "No! That's not what I meant, Bokuto." both were in shock and daze. Their faces held a tinge of redness in them, for Bokuto, Akaashi looked way more tempting than he already was with his added messy appearance.

"I-I'm sorry I left you unintentionally." he glances down at his smaller hands being held by himself, fighting away the butterflies as his feet were getting colder, "I was just really troubled by those people," he explains, "It had been a bother to me that you were always crowded by so many people...That I began to look down at myself." he grips his hand as he thought about how painful it was to endure the same scene as earlier everyday.

"What's worse is that I have feelings for you.." Finally admitting with quivering lips, "I like you, but there were so many people better than a squanny nerd like me." sighing, he lowers his forehead on Bokuto's hand that he held, avoiding eye contact. Despite having to hear his confession first, he was in fear of the future he had no idea what held the possibilities that might hurt him.

"Kaashi, why do you think I came here, sitting down on your bed, and telling you that I like you," each line he said, his voice was going lower, huskier, followed by moving his hand away from his forehead and cupping his cheek, "And just you."

Akaashi was shaking on his spot. He didn't know what to do consisting this was his first time to be experiencing this. And his first instinct?

Was kissing him.

It caught Bokuto off guard and balance, luckily he stabilizes himself by carrying his weight with one hand leaned on the mattress, and the other pulling Akaashi closer in the kiss. Both males were stuck being oblivious to each other, now getting addicted into something that they've wanted for so long ever since they've encountered each other.

Akaashi whimpers a bit feeling Bokuto's tongue swipe his lower lips for entrance, in obligating, he allows himself to be dominated by the muscled male, letting himself gently fall back into bed with him hovering over him. Hands making their way on his sides to squeeze them, making him squeak and melt into the kiss.

Pulling away panting from the loss of oxygen, they both stared at each other in daze and with so much love.

"I guess you made your own point there, Kaashi." Bokuto teases, lacing his hands together from the side of Akaashi's head.

"Shut up, please." he scoffs, pushing his head to his side to feel less embarrassed of his vulnerable state. Bokuto chuckles, peppering the side of his cheek with kisses and affection.

"I'm kidding, Keiji. I've been wanting to kiss you too."

He sees the way Akaashi's cheeks reddened from calling him by his first name. It felt so right coming from his mouth. And he loved every second of it.

"So why don't you do it again..."

"Do what again?"

"Koutarou..."

"I'M KIDDING— KAASHI WAIT NO, DON'T GET UP."

He laughs, and it was music to Bokuto's ears. Making him flustered above him. Akaashi pulls him by the neck, an inch aay from his face, "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?" he asks, his voice lacing with worry.

"Well you are my boyfriend, but you can ve the girlfriend if you want." Bokuto teases once more, before giving his pouting lips a short kiss of confirmation,

"But yes, I'm all yours now, Keiji."

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I'm genuinely curious about your "Black Eagles most to least favourite" list.

Here you are.

#1: Hubert

Could there be any other? I remember back when there was a promo introducing the house retainers (well, Lorenz for the Deer) and everyone was saying that Hubert looked so obviously evil that there had to be some deeper explanation, that someone who took design cues from a two-dimensional villain like Fates’s Iago couldn’t possibly be Edelgard’s retainer. Then the game came out, and we all realized that Hubert was exactly as advertised and then some: a cold and calculating murderer and war criminal with his fingerprints all over almost every terrible thing that happens over the course of the story, as comfortable with chloroform and a razor as dark magic and down to perform unspeakable experiments on innocent civilians to turn them into war machines and then backstab his co-conspirators because he will suffer no rivals for his title of the Most Evil Man in Fòdlan. And yep, he looks like Dracula and Severus Snape had a one-night stand and their mpreg love child went to an anime convention...but when Ferdinand looks at Hubert he sees Mr. Darcy and the Phantom of the Opera and Edward Cullen/Christian Grey, and soon enough that snake in Hubert’s breeches will be singing quite the aria indeed. You do you, Ferdinand.

Ok, I’ve already rambled at length on Hubert’s bisexuality and the interesting things it reveals about both him and his two primary love interests, but I do also have to admire the sheer audacity both of Hubert as an incel/Nice Guy-flavored romantic false lead for Edelgard who never had a serious chance because of the self-insert fantasy and of the decision to follow that up with a trope-laden queer romance that perfectly counterbalances Hubert’s attraction to Edelgard and puts Ferdinand firmly in the place he was destined to occupy by choosing to side with the Empire. It’s nearly as outrageous as just how casually evil Hubert gets to be, as well as the immense potential for dark humor that lies with that. You have to bend over backwards to say that Hubert isn’t unapologetically, irredeemably evil, and if you try there will be significantly more fans just waiting to tell you that you’re wrong - myself included. He’s the Manfroy to Edelgard’s Arvis but so much than that, and I look forward to the point in the CF postgame where he effectively takes over the Empire in true evil chancellor fashion and unleashes the full extent of his horrors upon Fòdlan. He somehow got even better in the DLC too despite being absent from CS and getting no new supports, because the Abyssians in CF just can’t stop talking about his nefarious antics down there. I just can’t get enough of how good this guy is at being bad, and I love that FE gave us exactly what was advertised here.

#2: Ferdinand

Now here’s a case of the opposite, where what’s on the packaging didn’t prepare me for what was to come. If I remarked on Ferdinand at all during pre-release it was only to think that he might be part of a Christmas knight duo with Sylvain since the game looked like it wouldn’t have one of those. Early on there wasn’t much else to be said about Ferdinand; he was like Claude in that his popularity ran off a meme (except just the one rather than several), and in appearance and personality he was basically Lorenz with less ridiculous hair. But then came his supports, and his post-timeskip look, and suddenly Ferdinand blossomed into the subtext-laden fem with very bizarre taste in men - see above - that he could have only dreamed of being if he’d stuck to such well-trod ground as the Christmas knight archetype. We learn of his love for opera, his complicated relationship with his father, his worship of the hot mess diva Manuela and how he learned swordplay specifically to imitate her roles on the stage, and - yes - how some backhanded compliments and expensive gifts of tea turn him into a blushing Regency heroine. It all casts his unusually rote romances with women in a performative light (as opposed to Lorenz who is similarly performative but seems genuinely interested in the marriage market), to say nothing of his one-sided rivalry with Edelgard that brushes against jealousy over Hubert’s devotion to her more often than against romantic attraction to her, and that toys around with gendered behavior in a manner complementary to Edelgard’s own bucking of the gender status quo.

And while not to the same extent as Felix, I do appreciate that Ferdinand has two distinct arcs depending on the route - and unlike some who feel that one or the other detracts from his character as a whole I personally find that they complement each other well. In SS and if recruited to AM and VW he makes the hard choice to oppose his homeland, spending the timeskip waging a solitary battle against the Empire with his private militia and then joining back up with Byleth’s army at Garreg Mach because he knows Edelgard is in the wrong even as it pains him to depose the Adrestian emperor and leave his own status uncertain...not to mention fight Hubert, which merits a curious boss conversation as well as some extra lines in SS (plus the infamous Huge Hole™ remark that I will never stop referencing because it is hilarious) that, while not elevating Ferdibert anywhere near the level of Dimidue in terms of cross-route canon endorsement, nonetheless are suggestive of something deeper between them that exists even if they find themselves on opposite sides of a war. In CF by contrast Ferdinand gives into his craving for the title and holdings that Edelgard has just stripped from his father and embraces nationalism and his long-held ideal of what the office of the prime minister should to do as a means of justifying the Empire’s conquests. Of course in the process he also succumbs to Hubert’s, er, charms(?) and becomes the charismatic bureaucrat who is presumably saddled with the task of putting a positive spin on the Empire’s dystopian atrocities while Edelgard and Hubert do all the actual work...and Hubert does all the actual actual work, which includes a lot of murder and kidnapping and all manner of other things that he doesn’t share with his pretty lover and about which Ferdinand quickly learns not to ask. Two Jewels of the Empire, indeed.

#3-4: Edelgard and Dorothea

I go back and forth on these so I’m not going to bother putting them in a definitive order, particularly because I like them for very different reasons that are difficult to compare. For Edelgard, it would be most accurate to say that I enjoy her potential much more than her execution; she gets some meaty material to work with as a lord and as the driving antagonist of the whole game outside of CF, and while I still prefer Micaiah for female lords there’s something darkly satisfying about her need for control and domination and her utter refusal to compromise or remain stagnant...except where Byleth is concerned, and Edeleth drags her down so badly that it would be painful if I cared more about that type of strong female character. Had the game axed the self-insert obsession (even if that meant axing her bisexuality along with it) and focused on her experiences during the Insurrection as the source of her worldview and motivations I’d be inclined to like the final product far more, because that’s a hell of a lot more in line with what she actually does and conveniently also maps to the life of a real world ruler with whom I’m relatively familiar and whom history regards in appropriately ambivalent terms.

Dorothea on the other hand is someone I can relate to on a more personal level, mostly as a sex worker. She’s similar to Primrose from Octopath Traveler, both of them prostitutes and playing coy with the implications of the RPG dancer class archetype, although Primrose hits a few more of my buttons for being former nobility and being motivated by revenge. Then again, I fully understand Dorothea’s anxieties about growing old without a man to take care of her, even if she loses me (and Yuri picks up from where she leaves off) when she dips into lesbianism as an alternative option. She’s got her ups and downs for me - I love that she brings up incest kink with Caspar as opposed to this series’s usual outright incest, while I love less her strange Ferdinand supports that are suspended oddly between friendship and romance and...something else undefinable - and I don’t have much to say on her life as an opera diva except that it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that she’s been turning tricks on the side and even got a sugar daddy to pay her way into the academy. Theatre and sex work have always gone hand-in-hand like that.

#5-7: Linhardt, Caspar, and Petra

This is why I couldn’t make up a list like this for the Lions or Deer, because most of their students would be in big clumps like this. I have no strong opinions on any of these characters; they each have their moments, but not enough to elevate them to where I actively like them or drop them down into real dislike. I suppose you could say I’m disappointed by how Caspar and Linhardt are visual allusions to Ike/Soren who do absolutely nothing else with that similarity except eloping in their paired ending...which is preceded by virtually nothing in the way of real chemistry. If I enjoy them for anything in particular it’s Linhardt’s wit and Caspar’s occasional bouts of emotional vulnerability, like his mini-arc in AM where he has to deal with his feelings surrounding Randolph’s death and then later gets an apology from Dimitri for it.

Petra is awkward all around as the game dances around her delicate political situation, and I also happen to agree with the VA who (if I recall) thought the character should have some sort of accent but wasn’t allowed to do one. (If anyone is wondering, based on her last name and Brigid being an island nation I headcanon it as a Celtic-derived culture, but as with my personal reading of Dedue and Duscur I know that doesn’t play well to the fandom at large).  All in all Petra feels like a more self-aware rendition of the exotic swordswoman archetype begun by Ayra in Jugdral, but there’s clearly still some work to be done on that front.

#8: Bernadetta

Ugh. With apologies to @capriciouscorvid for explaining how even unintentional disability representation can be taken as a positive, I just don’t see how Bernadetta’s character could possibly be considered a good thing when she’s so grating in almost all of her supports and most of her story and exploration presence outside of CF. All the screaming and high-pitched pronouncements of impending death get very old very quickly, and the part where she’s meant to be romantically appealing in her neediness and isolation is as lost on me as it would have been had it stemmed instead from a massive rack. Her supposedly sympathetic backstory doesn’t help much either, as it leaves me mostly with the thought that her father is an idiot because his methods obviously did not make her suitable to be a good wife. I also don’t care for how she’s one of several characters used to soften Jeritza (and that the way she does so is I think rather insulting to people with social anxiety, to liken it to a compulsion to commit murder), or even worse that people point to her Hubert support to try and say that he’s not such a bad guy and they’d be total besties just like Ferdinand and Dorothea (another pairing that doesn’t exactly scream BFFs). I mean, really....

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Reasons try out Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore.

Nintendo's been pretty casual with porting Wii U games over to the Switch, and for good reasons. Normally, I'm not all into porting games that I've already played, but my personal favorite games on the system that lack good marketing and advertising are now getting the attention and love they deserve.

Take Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze for example, one of my favorite 2D platfomers. The game originally sold 1.72 million copies worldwide on the Wii U. Not very good numbers, huh? However, the Switch port managed to beat those sales numbers with 2.25 million units sold worldwide by the end of March 2019.

So while this could be seen as a way for Big N to earn more $$$, this is also a way for those who never owned a Wii U and missed out on some of the system's best titles to give these games a shot. Now we just need a port of Xenoblade Chronicles X and The Wonderful 101...and Star Fox Zero, I guess.

But that's a topic for another time. This post is specifically for my favorite JRPG on the Wii U only to be tied with Xenoblade Chronicles X....Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE.

This'll be a long one, so here's hoping you'll stick with it until the end.

Development

Before I get into the reasons, lemme educate you guys a bit. Back in January 2013, both Atlus and Intelligent Systems made a teaser trailer for a potential Shin Megami Tensei x Fire Emblem crossover for the Wii U.

The trailer was mostly just a slideshow with various character artwork. Despite this, there was a decent amount of hype surrounding it. But development around the game was pretty silent. That is, until we fast forward to the Nintendo Direct in April 1, 2015. We got a trailer of the ambitious SMT x FE crossover that fans were waiting for...but this was the final product.

Needless to say...neither SMT nor FE fans were happy about this. The fandoms were incredibly salty and foaming at the mouths, basically calling it a Person 4 Lite with a hint of FE. Heck, they're probably still posts on this site from 5 years ago that'll show that.

Fast forward to the games initial release, and you'll see quite a few positive reviews and thoughts about TMS. Unfortunately, the sale numbers were not all that great for the game. Obvious reasons being that it was a Wii U game, and many fans of both SMT x FE were not happy with how it turned out.

And to be honest, I wasn't feeling the game myself at first. It seemed too lighthearted and upbeat, and the J-Pop, anime-ish aesthetics were very off-putting. However, the more I saw about the game, the more I was drawn into it. Somehow all that disappointment I had about TMS originally just washed away. And considering it was a new IP, I decided to give it a chance. And hoo boy...I was generally pleased.

With that outta the way, let's get into why I'm excited for the Switch port of game, and hoping people will give it a fairer chance.

The Setting

The plot of Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE is mostly simple. You start out as high schooler Itsuki Aoi, the main character of the game encountering his childhood friend Tsubasa Oribe at an audition event to become a idol. It isn't until moments later in the game that the area gets overruned by shadowy creatures known as Mirages that suck out the creative energy known as Perso-- ah I mean Performa from the other idols and audience.

Poor girl doesn't know what's gonna happen next.

Despite our main characters seeming unharmed by the effect, the Mirages drag Tsubasa into their world known as the Idolsphere. And of course, courageous Itsuki takes action to follow and rescue her.

After trying to make a daring rescue, Itsuki gets bombarded by a Mirage, but somehow manages to awaken it. Taking the form of Fire Emblem Awakening's protagonist Chrom. Itsuki does the same with the Mirage that captured Tsubasa that takes the form of Cedea from Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon. The two awakaned Mirages, however, suffer from a bit of amnesia and can't quite remember who and what they are.

From there on, Itsuki and Tsubasa form a partnership with Chrom and Cedea, encountering various characters trying to reach their way to stardom while trying to draw back the opposing forces from taking over Tokyo and the world. Typical RPG stuff, am I right?

It's a fairly standard and slightly cliche plot with some common anime tropes, but for this game...it works. It's a plot that's incredibly silly, upbeat, and over-the-top, but again...it works for this game. And I love it. It may not be original, deep, or complex, but the story does its best to not take itself too seriously, and it doesn't fail to keep a smile in my face.

Aside from the vanilla cookie-cutter MC Itsuki, the various casts that you meet are incredibly charming, and go through their own personal growth as celebrities. Though you mileage may vary on this.

The Gameplay

The combat is the real star of Tokyo Mirage Sessions. Basically, it's your standard turn-based combat system...but with a few twists. If you've ever played a SMT or Persona game, then don't be surprised that elemental weaknesses make an appearance here. Along with that, the Triangle Weapon system from Fire Emblem also makes an appearance in the game.

But if you're not familiar with either franchise then give you a basic example how this works. Say that you've encountered an armored Mirage wielding an axe. The weaknesses on that enemy are both lightning and swords, and Itsuki just so happens to have both the necessary element and weapon equipped.

In case you're wondering...how the Triangle Weapon mechanic works in FE is that Swords beat Axes, Axes beat Lances, and Lances beat Swords.

The interesting thing about this is that once you exploit an enemy's weakness, other characters will jump in and combo extra attacks. These are called Sessions, and their not only powerful...but also flashy as all hell and it's glorious. Not only that, but there's also Duo Arts where two certain characters will sometimes perform a song that unleashes a powerful attack...which also strings up more Sessions. As broken as this sounds, it actually is pretty strategic for taking down harder enemies, and they can also form Sessions...so be careful.

There's more to the gameplay like roaming Tokyo, exploring dungeons, and upgrading your characters and Mirages by Tiki from Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon as well.

There's mixed opinions on the dungeon aspects of Tokyo Mirage Sessions, but...I personally enjoyed them. Aside from the first one. Once you get past the first dungeon, they get better as the game progresses. From exploring a darker version of Shibuya where you have to avoid giant cameras from sending you back to the entrance of the of the room you currently entered, to venturing through a maze-like TV studio.

There's also side-missions that you can do with your main cast that'll help them grow and develop even further. You'll be rewarded with either a special cutscene or a special attack. Or maybe both.

The Visuals

Go go...Persona Rangers?

If it wasn't obvious from the amount of images I'm posting, Tokyo Mirage Sessions is a very colorful game. Fitting with it's lighthearted theme, the amount of colors the game throws at you makes visuals aesthetically pleasing. Heck, you could make these your personal wallpaper on your phone or something.

Sure, Tokyo Mirage Sessions isn't nearly as strong as Persona 5 graphically or even artistically, but like most Nintendo games...what their games lack in terms of detailed ultra-hyper graphics, they make up for it with giving their games gorgeous artstyles.

Also, this game has some reeeeeally good artwork.

The Music

J-Pop plays a pretty big role in Tokyo Mirage Sessions, so expect a lot of vocal tracks. If you're not into this kind of genre of music, then you might wanna stray away from this game. If you are (or if it doesn't bother you), then you're in for a treat. As someone who really isn't into J-Pop myself, the songs in this game are incredible and catchy followed by some beautiful cutscenes. Reincarnation from Kiria Kurono and Feel from Tsubasa Oribe are some of my personal favorites.

The music from outside the vocal tracks are pretty good too. The normal battle theme and the Illusion Shibuya dungeon theme are just to name a couple.

What's New?

Like I said before, Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore is a port of the Wii U version, but with added content. Any DLC that was added in the original game will part of the base game in the Switch version. But let's talk about the new stuff.

EX Story and Songs

The EX Story is basically a dungeon that you explore in short bursts. Here you'll find new costumes such as a Joker outfit from Persona 5 for Itsuki, or an Annette outfit from Fire Emblem Three Houses for Mamori Minamoto. Or you can have a much easier time grinding for EXP. Also, much like the side-stories, this dungeon will also explore the main casts' issues and help them grow.

New songs will also be added in this port. A duo song called "She is..." sung by Tsubasa and Kiria is one of them.

Sessions

By making Sessions even more powerful and ridiculous, unplayable characters like Tiki, Maiko Shimazaki, and Barry Goodman will also join in Sessions.

In addition, a Quick Session option will be added. Which is a major upgrade in my book. One of the big issues the Wii U version had was while the Sessions were fun to watch, they took forever to get through with the more characters that joined your party. There are also smaller improvements like the Switch version having faster loading times.

Conclusion

Hopefully, this long as hell post will spark some interest into those who'll give the game a shot. I know there's small nitpicks like the lack of English voice acting and censorship, but the latter is a topic I'd rather not delve deep into.

Regardless, these small cons are greatly outweighed by the large pros this charming game has. If you're an Atlus fan, a lover of JRPGs, or wanting to play something that'll ease the wait for Persona 5 Royal, I highly recommend you give Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE encore a shot.

If you're also waiting for Persona 5 to actually come to the Switch like me, this game is next best thing we've got for the time being.

This is one of the most stylish menu screens ever.

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Janis & Grace

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Grace: Ever Grace: the doctor said I'm going through the fucking menopause, like is nan even?! Janis: the menopause Janis: is that even possible Janis: fuck Grace: I don't think the doctor is allowed to drop fake news on me Grace: like maybe there's another storytime coming Janis: When did you find this out? Grace: I went to the doctors right after I delivered my fake news to him Janis: Jesus, Grace Janis: How are you in School Janis: why? Grace: I told you, I don't want this to be happening Grace: I'm freaking out, the symptoms are crazy Janis: Is it just pure bad luck Janis: it can't be like..reversed Grace: there's like no way to undo it Janis: Shit Janis: I'm sorry Janis: that is huge Grace: yeah me too Grace: the pity party this fam would throw would be huge Grace: along with the guestlist of all their accidental babies Janis: and we have enough birthdays with all those accidental kids so Janis: Obviously, no need to explain why you're keeping it to yourself Grace: I can't do this Grace: be this Janis: I don't think you have a choice Janis: well, you don't Grace: is it my fault though? all the binging I used to do Grace: Ro got to have a kid Janis: Of course it ain't your fault Janis: this shit is unfair and random Grace: Yeah Janis: and it'll always be shit and unfair Janis: but you can still live your life, just different to how you've imagined Grace: I don't wanna live this life Janis: There's not an alternative Janis: but I can guarantee it's not gonna be as bad as you feel right now Grace: I was just starting to get my shit together, for god's sake Janis: I know Janis: but you still have the rest together Grace: HE'S the last boy that's ever gonna come near me, that alone makes me wanna die Janis: that's bollocks Janis: you've not got the plague Janis: socially, right now Janis: but who gives a fuck, yeah, the lads 'round here are not the be all in any way Grace: I literally live here Grace: what else am I gonna do go online and find boys who are into 👵? Janis: Boys that don't go to our school, would be a start Janis: ones that aren't likely to be fans of that prick, shouldn't be hard Janis: you're not going for 12 year olds, like Grace: I said don't make me 😂 Janis: It can't hurt Janis: except literally, maybe Grace: I've gotta get used to all the fucking aches and pains anyway ugh Janis: Any excuse for a spa day, you Grace: I'll lose your invite, don't even worry Janis: 💔😏 Janis: you should though Janis: do something that doesn't make you feel like 👵 Grace: casual infertility party Janis: not exactly what I was thinking but Janis: interesting take on the baby shower epidemic Janis: I'd come Grace: oh god don't, Rio's gonna have another one soon Janis: It'll be nice to not have to snatch it back from an OTT gay this time Janis: more chill Grace: unless I snatch it cos I go fully mental Janis: I'd recommend a less baby crazy target Grace: maybe I'll start pushing all the 🐈s around in a pram like oh hey this is my new vibe Janis: if you want your face clawed off Janis: they're pretty unsympathetic little bastards Grace: I literally didn't wanna be in this fam before what am I meant to do now?! ugh Janis: As much as it would be a laugh to ask Ri to surrogate again Janis: let's think of something a little less drastic for the time being Grace: like? Janis: like Janis: you can't disown us all, it'd take to long Janis: but you could not be around for a while Grace: 👌👌 except I have nowhere to go Grace: not trying to have a Q&A with my friends about this Janis: You're so lucky I'm the twin with brains Grace: rude Janis: what about going to see Ava for a hot sec Janis: she's not the barrage-you-with-questions type Grace: it's lowkey very unlikely her mum & dad would want me there though Janis: yeah but it's as unlikely they'll be about enough to notice you that hard Janis: everyone knows you're going through it right now, even if they don't actually know what IT really is Grace: okay yeah Grace: mum does, she'd let me go Janis: exactly, who actually gives a shit if you miss a week or so of school Janis: Ava could still go if she so desperately needs, you just need to chill Janis: away from here Grace: not me, school was the worst even before this Janis: One thing we can agree on Grace: don't like tell anyone, okay? Janis: No shit Janis: 'course I won't Grace: Even your boyfriend who you're so 💖😍😘 for & have no secrets from Janis: Even though you're being purposefully antagonizing rn Janis: I won't tell no one Grace: thanks Janis: It ain't even an ask Janis: so don't mention it Grace: 👌💜 Janis: I'll hook it up with her, no stress Grace: I'll handle mum Janis: and your packing Grace: at least I don't have to serve a look as hard when there's only 1 person there I'm avoiding as opposed to like ALL of Dublin Janis: safe to say you can give the #ootds a break too Janis: strictly loungewear, like Grace: mhmmm Janis: bit rude to avoid Ava though Janis: do I need to tell her you're getting in the guestroom and not coming out, like? Grace: oh please, I would never Janis: Who are you avoiding then? Grace: just a boy Janis: unlike you Grace: excuse you Janis: You'd have your exes all back 'round like a family reunion Janis: who's this boy, did you shit in his bed, what's the story Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: I WOULD NOT Janis: 👌👌 you love a repeat Grace: I'm a hoe reformed 😇🙏 Janis: so that's why you're avoiding Janis: get a wimple, join a convent Grace: literally can't 💍 anyone but god now anyway so Grace: obvs that's what he wanted when he cursed me Janis: #whenbaeisposessive 😍 Janis: and don't talk shit, you don't have to promise you'll have your firstborn within the year when you get married, like Janis: not necessary Grace: whatever we're so off topic rn Janis: the topic of you shitting in some London lad's bed, 'cos you did not deny it Janis: let's get back on that Grace: OMG no! Grace: I'm 👵 not 🤢💀🤒😓💀 Grace: he's just a hookup, no drama Janis: just gonna run for cover if you 👀 him Janis: standard Janis: probably not lurking about her gaff unless you've really one-upped everyone and fucked your uncle 🤢 Grace: EW! Grace: I'm not even gonna 👀 him cos he's her bfs brother but like I didn't know that so Janis: that's funny Janis: soz Janis: 😂 when the incestuousness of it all happens without you even trying Grace: 🙄🙄 Janis: okay 🤐 Janis: but deffo avoid him Grace: duh Grace: the state of me & my life rn Janis: more like the state of that whole situation Janis: getting involved in that is not anyone's idea of relaxing Grace: obvs but that's not anything to do with him Grace: just like none of this #scandal involves you Janis: Think people know better than to imply it was a threesome, yeah Grace: Gross! & you know what I mean, babes Janis: yeah, it's beyond #obvs you don't wanna avoid this boy mhmm Grace: like that matters, he's not gonna hit me up & same Janis: well okay Janis: arranging that goes beyond sisterly duties into pimp territory so Janis: focus on what you're actually gonna do whilst you're there then Grace: 😭😭💀💀😭 then yeah? Grace: 👌💜 Janis: you could do that here Janis: at least go somewhere instagrammable to die Grace: well duh Grace: final livestream for the haters Janis: 🙄😏 Janis: wonder if anyone's killed themselves on stream yet Janis: must've Grace: obvs Grace: but I literally couldn't even if it was original content cos they'd all think it was about him & I'm sooo 💔💔💔 Janis: No one wants that as their legacy Grace: exactly Janis: even if the race to #1 most subscribed when he gets #cancelled would be just riveting Grace: he won't even though his fans are just Janis: sweaty virgins Janis: yeah, figures Grace: 😂 Grace: I'd tell him to hit them with a Q&A but like he's got no answers Grace: literally should've known I wasn't pregnant Janis: thank fuck you ain't Janis: this time anyway Janis: obvs the whole thing is a little more complex but Christ Janis: having to parent with that Janis: and knowing your child was the product of a really shit shag Janis: 💔 Grace: IKR Grace: at least he doesn't know he could blame the menopause for how shit it was Janis: I highly doubt he knows what the menopause is Janis: nevermind the concept of it coming early Janis: though that shouldn't be that unfamiliar Grace: who knew it could come this early though Grace: not his defence squad but like wtf Janis: I hadn't heard of it before, really Janis: like I knew people like Ro and Mia and co can stop getting their period and it might not come back, even if you sort yourself Janis: it's shit luck Grace: yeah Janis: Did you not get your period Janis: on whatever contraception you're on Grace: loads of people don't on the implant so I wasn't freaking out Janis: yeah Janis: s'what I thought Janis: you don't think, I mean that's not why, is it Grace: I'd hope someone would have floated that as a side effect before I got it put in but it's not like I can ask my former squad if they're also going through it Grace: they might've moved on by now anyways it only lasts 3 years Grace: hence my 👶 panic Janis: I don't think even doctors and scientists know what it does to our bodies Janis: we're still guineapigs for all this shit Janis: I know loads of people get fucked up from all the hormones they add to your body, and the ones they take away Janis: again, just bad luck it happened to be permanent, I guess Janis: fun times Grace: at least I won't have to do any of that shit any more Janis: that's true Janis: it's not like there aren't any perks Janis: or that the losses can't be filled with other potentials in the future, when you actually wanna think about all that shit Grace: unless I go bald then I will kms obvs Janis: If you go bald, you can just go for it and superglue a wig on Grace: find me one that doesn't make me look like a weird cartoon character & sure Janis: no 💗 or 💙 Janis: got it Grace: ty 💜 Janis: failing that, you could make Ri transplant you some of hers Janis: like so you won't give me a baby, okay Grace: 😂😂 coming at her with ✂ Grace: I love that you didn't volunteer yourself bitch Grace: 💇 or 👶 tbh Janis: Full horror movie moment that Janis: selfish to a fault me Janis: and final girl, so you can pry 'em off my cold dead head or outta my cold dead womb Grace: my 📽🎞😱 moment is that this is gonna change my skin type to dry so it'll take me at least a full week to find replacements for all my makeup faves Janis: yeah, but think about how hard your spots should disappear Janis: get yourself a decent moisturizer and you won't even need to bother barely Grace: !!! Grace: I didn't even think of that OMG Janis: mhmm 👵 don't get acne Grace: 🙏🙏 Janis: and you can try a new facial over there, yeah Grace: as long as Ava isn't like no thanks bitch Janis: won't give her an option tbh Grace: 📽🎞😱 Janis: 😏 you know I'm scary bitch Grace: oh please Janis: 👊 Grace: 😘