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https-sonshine · 1 year

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Another smutty fic could be:

Sonny is getting more into gaming with the lads and you’re just needy

He sees you lingering around him trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his game time. He smirks to himself thinking you’re too cute for your own good, he knows what you want but he’d rather watch and see what you’ll come up with.

He throws you a line to help and asks you, “hey baby, is there anything I can help you with” his eyes still on the screen just to show that he’s still invested in the game “umm I was wondering I could sit on your lap while you play, if it’s not too much trouble” you ask timidly

He glitched for a second but composed himself before you could notice, already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl want to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wants.

“Sure baby, come here” with open arms, you straddle him and stick your face in his neck.

It’s only 10 minutes in when you finally get too desperate and the fact that Minnie is just in shorts gets incredibly obvious, you just bite the bullet and ask him, whispering (almost whimpering) “minnie, can I ride your thigh”

Sonny drops his controller

You start rambling thinking you took it too far,,

“It’s okay you can say no, I just always wanted to you know what nevermind, you’re with the lads I’ll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes “you drive me crazy” grabs your neck and kisses you hard, grabs a hold of you hips and settles you on his thigh

And the rest could be smut

Here's your request as promised. Hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so it might be all over the place. Not sure if I'll be writing smut again tho. I kept changing my mind on which perspective to follow before settling on first person, so there might be some slight inaccuracies i.e she being used instead of you. I did proofread it but knowing me I probably overlooked some. Anyways, enjoyy

word count: approx 1.8k words

warnings: nsfw, slight exhibitionism

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It wasn't particularly early in the morning, but the snowstorm and overcast sky made it feel like the dawn. They both walked around in their pyjamas as if they were groggy children. Your long brown hair cascaded past your shoulders and curled softly against your back, with some strands taking on a fiery hue in the low lighting. You were dressed in a tank top designed for curvier women. You wore it with your favourite pair of flannel pyjamas, patterned with a bold blue plaid and complimented your eyes. While holding your coffee, you watched Son play a video game. The band of his headset added to the flyaways in his dishevelled hair. His glasses rested on his nose as he focused on the game, and he mumbled sleepily into the headset every now and then. You leaned against the wall, a smile on your lips as you observed him. His fingers flew across the controller, skillfully working around each obstacle in the game.

You were used to it; you both played games together in your free time. However, today was different. You craved Son's undivided attention. No, you needed it. You desperately wanted to get his attention, yet you were too scared to ask for it, not wanting to appear clingy. You had tried every trick in the book to get his attention, but you could never keep it for more than a few moments.

He sees you lingering around him, trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his gaming time. He smirks, thinking you're too cute for your own good. He knows what you want, but he'd rather watch and see what you'll come up with. Sonny can tell you want his attention, but instead of giving it to you outright, he teases you with a smirk, revelling in your efforts to win it.

Sonny watches as you struggle to find the best way to get his attention.

He dangles an offer of assistance and asks, "Hey baby, is there anything I can help you with?" His eyes are still on the screen, and his focus on the game is unwavering. You take the bait, hopeful that you'll get his attention. Son glanced up and saw y/n wearing a grin that could only mean trouble. Your dimples were barely visible as you looked at him, distracting him from the game with a mere glance. "What's the deal with your grins?" he asked, returning his gaze to the game. You shrugged, taking a sip from your coffee. "You." You answered simply.

"Umm, I was wondering if I could sit on your lap while you play. If it's not too much trouble, I won't do anything. I know you're not a fan of exhibitionism," you inquire hesitantly.

His breath twitched for a split second, but he quickly composed himself. He turns towards you and gives a quick, barely perceptible nod as if to say yes before returning to the game. He was already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl wanting to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wanted. He cleared his throat and softly spoke, "Of course." A warmth spread through your body as he said the words, and you felt a sudden rush of excitement He finally gave you a light smile and opened his arms, inviting you to take the seat you wanted. You scoot closer and settle on his lap, your heart fluttering as you feel his body heat radiating around you. You straddle him as you bury your face in his neck. You could feel his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, but most of all, you could feel him beginning to stir beneath you. It only takes ten minutes for you to reach your breaking point, at which point it becomes painfully obvious that Son is only wearing a pair of shorts. You take a deep breath and force yourself to ask, "Minnie, can I ride on your thigh? Your voice quivers and sounds almost desperate.

Sonny drops his controller. He glances away from the screen, finally giving you his full attention. You start talking incoherently, afraid that you've made him uncomfortable. "It's okay, you can say no, I just always wanted to, you know what, never mind, you're with the lads. I'll just go take a show-

He pulls you back to look into your eyes and says, "You drive me crazy." He grabs your neck, kisses you hard, grabs hold of your hips, and settles you on his thigh. You look into his eyes and let out a deep breath before connecting your lips. The kisses were soft and sweet, with his hands sliding around her form to pull her all the closer. Soon, the voices over his headset were calling him back to attention, and Son reluctantly detached from you to get back to the game.

You cast your gaze over his familiar form before settling to her knees beside him. As you opened the fly of his pyjamas without shame, he looked at her with a curious look and a furrowed brow. "What are you up to?" he asked, scooting his chair back to make more room for you. "Just teasing you some," you replied quietly, moving to settle more between his legs. He let out a quiet grumble as your fingers casually reached into the fabric to stroke his length. You looked up at him curiously and grinned, listening to him as he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied to a question on the headset. Gentle fingers stroked over him slowly, curling about his length to coax it into life. Her thumb played at the tip, slowly rolling over the slit to tease him just a bit. A gasp sounded from him, and his flesh lengthened steadily. You leaned forward, a triumphant smile on your lips, and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pyjamas. Son let out a little grumble as he moved, lifting enough to let you pull the garment down his thighs—to tumble around his feet. Soft fingers stroked over his right thigh, wandering from knee to hip as her right hand encircled the base of his length. Slowly, you ran your tongue over the tip, a gentle hum escaping as you took in his flavour. Son's breath came in a little faster as you drew the fleshy tip of his length into your mouth, your cheeks heaving in as you gently suckled on it. The slickness from your mouth made the glide of your wet fingers easy over his veined shaft, and soon you had him exactly how you wanted him: throbbing and wanting.

You let out a pleased moan as you nuzzled against your boyfriend's thigh, letting your lips and teeth graze lightly over the delicate skin not far from his sac. Your right hand continued to slowly stroke over him, your fingers teasingly stroking over his tip as your left hand moved to play over his balls. Son struggled to focus on the game. It was difficult for him to keep his hands on the controller and not work his fingers into your hair, pulling you against him as he desired. For the time being, he was at her mercy. Your tongue pressed to the underside of his length, slowly travelling up it. Occasionally, you would glance at the TV screen to see exactly what was happening in the game. As your tongue reached the tip of his length, you turned your head and let it slowly trail down the other side. Your gentle breath caressed his skin, cooling the moisture left behind as you moved. The light touch of your fingers never left him. Sometimes they would dabble over the tip of his length. Other times they would stroke over the inside of his thigh, letting your nails gently scratch over his skin—only to turn soft and gentle again as they toyed over his sack. Son's breath grew quicker, his dark eyes moving from the screen to you as you teased him. Your mouth never left his shaft, trading between soft, gentle licks against the veined skin and butterfly-light kisses over the moist paths. You teased him, hinting at taking him into your mouth but never quite getting there. Your lips would purse at his tip, taking just half of it in. The heat of your tongue would grind at his slit, your voice sending gentle vibrations against him as you moaned teasingly. He was shaking, and occasionally the wrong controls were being hit. His brows furrowed as he focused. Still, he didn't stop you. As he opened his mouth to say something, your lips enveloped him again, and this time you took nearly half his length into your mouth. All he could manage was a soft moan of your name, his head tilting back in pleasure for a moment. The tip of your tongue pressed against the back of his mouth as you lifted your tongue. The fingers wrapped around his shaft teasingly stroked from the base to where your lips were, slowly working him into your mouth. Son's resolve broke, his left hand moving from the controller to work into your silky hair as you pulled back on him. He wasn't forceful, just encouraging as he nudged you down, and you began to lower yourself again. His eyes remained focused on the screen, but he could hear your soft moans of pleasure and feel your arousal as your slickness dampened your panties and pyjamas. You pulled back to his tip, letting your tongue play at it as your fingers increased their pace teasingly.

"SONNY! It's you, man!" someone yelled over the headset, and he let out a quiet groan before hitting the push-to-talk key. "Sorry guys." He said this as his hands returned to the controller.

As you stroked him, you used your thumb to massage the underside of his length. You could hear his friends' excited voices through his headset. Son moved. His fingers entwined with your hair as he gently lifted you. You got up with his lips touching yours as he leaned down. Your lips remained pressed together, and Son took off his headset. His warm breath caressed your face as he pulled away, but the feeling of his lips still lingered. "We have to be quick. "Everyone's taking a 15-minute break."

You replied by running your fingers along his sides. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "Tease." He spoke softly, biting your lower lip before pulling away from you just slightly. Your arms were braced against his desk as he turned you with guiding hands. "Tell me you want me." He ordered softly, the slight authority in his voice sending a chill down your spine. "I want you," you moaned, your long hair fanning out against the desk as she bowed her head. "So very, very badly." As you looked over your shoulder at him, you muttered. Your whisper soon turned into a loud moan as he drove into you, his thick length spreading your tight walls. The game now long forgotten.

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silent-raven13 · 3 months

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The Star and the Waiter

(AU: Hobie is a Punk Star coming into a Puerto Rican restaurant and happens to meet a certain cute waiter, Miles! No Spider-man/super powers in this world)

"You fuckers been Ace!" Hobie finished the last song with a big bang having his electric guitar smashing on stage before he jump on to the crowd. The Spider-band kept playing their music while their lead singer stage dive.

The audience cheers out loud a mixtures of joy shrills, screams and tears. They tries to touch every part of the punker, while he sticks his devil horn hand sign in the air.

After another successful concert, the manager of the famous Spider-band got all the members back on the tour bus, "Fucking nice work, guys! Another best show! Ya'll are trending on all social media! Fucking beautiful! Hobie, I could kiss you man!"

Hobie walks in the tour bus with a big grin on his face, "Oh yeah? Never knew you find me attractive, Bruce?"

"Pfft, easy fucker. Figure of speech. Anyway, best way to end the tour. Tomorrow ya'll can rest." The manager chuckles.

Riri, the bass player finally rested on the couch, "Fucking finally! I'm so fucking tired!"

"For real!" Karl, the second guitarist.

"Ugh, I'm so sore!" Mattea groans being so exhausted. "I just want to sleep." She landed on Riri being exhausted.

"Fuck Mattea! Warn a gal!" The dark skinned bass player grunts.

Hobie stood wiping off the kiss marks from his face after they dealt with the VIP fans. There were so many girls than the last time. The popularity of the punk band had grown faster in the last year.

Honestly, Hobie didn't expect his band to made it into fame. Hell, he became one of the most popular, eye candy lead singer around! Anyone would want him. Model agencies, make-up companies, other artists wanting to collab- hell, he even got rich influencers and high class people wanting to pay him to be in a "relationship" with him for the publicity.

No, he's not like that. Maybe that's why his band are so famous. They are the real deal! They never back down on what they believe in. Hobie always doing what he wants and no one can stop him. He is rawr to the core, he never believe in consistency, Chaos, no labels, staying true to his own words got him the fame he needs.

Let's not forget, his looks too! This handsome lad has all the women squealing at his feet. They would faint at the spot. "Hah, crazy you made out with that mum." Karl commented.

"Oh yeah, she was so proud about using her son's college fund to get here." Riri laughs, "Well, everyone wants to fuck Hobie Brown, right?"

Mattea laughs, "For real. Remember that popular celebrity send him a letter begging to be his girlfriend and she was willing to pay him."

"Expensive ass whore." Karl nudges his best friend, "Right, man. You turned down a multi-billion dollar relationship! You'll be set. I heard rich girls like that only into NFL or NBA players, especially black guys."

"That's so true. Didn't her sister marry a basketball player and then, divorce within the week?" Mattea asked, "I say stay away."

"For real, rich white girls like that only cares about flaunting their riches and you know how they love using black men for their sick twisted desire for a mix child. It's all shit." Riri let Mattea lay on her lap while they talk.

"Well, Hobie Brown is never going to be involved with transplants! I prefer the real thing in a person." He walks to sit on a lazy boy, his leather pants made a squeak sound. The lead singer wore all black with a spike battle leather vest jacket, leather black pants with three belts wrapped around his waist, buckled thick combat boots. The sexiest look for the singer, his heavy boots made sounds for every step.

"Hahaha, and that's why you got stalkers. That rich girl didn't take no so lightly." Mattea laughs, "She did a whole story on her social media."

"That's her problem." Hobie chuckles, "Anyway, I'm a bit famish. Is there any food?"

"We got leftovers, dude." Karl checks the fridge to find burgers, tacos, all sorts of leftovers. "I'm sure half of them are spoiled because this fridge stinks!"

"Unless you want leftover old Chinese?" Mattea hums.

"Eck, I'll go grab a bite." Hobie snorted, deciding to get his wallet and smartphone.

"Whoa. Whoa. Hobie," His manager stops his, "Your not going out, again! Last time you did, you got shitfaced and had an all out brawl!"

"Pfft, not my fault a couple of blokes wanted to fight." Hobie remembers he went to a pub to drink and ended up kisses some of these men's girlfriends or dates- Whatever it was. They wanted to fight him so he gladly fought them. That was a trend, all over social media.

Luckily, his fans and most people were on his side. Since it wasn't his fault those women didn't admit they were in relationships. Everyone loses their minds over a Star!

"Let him go, Bruce. Hobie can take care of himself. Besides, we're done with the tour." Riri was on her Smartphone seeing their concert was trending all over on TikTok.

"Hah, yeah. And we go back home tomorrow. So, let's just chill." Karl hums, "Anyway, I'ma order some pizza."

"Oh I'll take a stuffed cheesy crust with pepperoni." Mattea shouted.

Hobie was done with junk food, being on the damn road only got them eating junk. They had only beer, too. He wanted something different, something home-made? He wasn't sure. All he knows he's sick of these take out and expensive dishes that aren't good.

"Bro, you better hurry and get something to eat. Just because it's New York, doesn't mean some restaurants closes later." Riri hums.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be quick, besides I know where to look." He waves his hands away, "I'll be fine, pops." He left with a grin on his face toward his manager.

"Fucking Hobie..." Bruce groans being stressed out, "Send me your location, kid!"

"Fine. Fine!" Hobie rolled his eyes before leaving out of his tour bus, he saw how much the crowd died down. Checking his phone, he saw it was nine... shame, his band could've gone longer, but fucking Bruce warns them to follow the schedule.

Anyway, he saw an interesting spot when his tour bus pass through the city. It looked homey, warm with an interesting art wall on the side. Whoever are the owners of the restaurant, they were smart enough to have an artist to create such a beautiful artwork. Shame Hobie wasn't able to admire it long, since his tour bus speed up. He did remember the name... Morales' Kitchen.

"Hmm," He realized he needs to look it up to see what to order. Pulling up his expensive smart phone, he found the restaurant is Puerto Rican basis. It looked appealing and the reviews shows positive reviews.

Reviewers:

BunnyFox: OMG I loved coming here since I was a kid! Best Puerto Rican FOOD EVER!!!

ShyGuy23: Man, this place is soo good. If you want to taste Puerto Rico, it tastes just like home! I missed my mom's cooking, so this comes close to it.

PuertoRicanGirlie: BEST PUERTO RICAN PLACE EVA!

And it went on with that. Many recommended the traditional plate which contain tostones, arroz con habichuelas (rice and beans), and a choice of chicken, pork, or beef. Many recommended pork or chicken with a side of salad. He'll probably get that, he never had Puerto Rican food.

Now, this might come a surprised from the Punk-Star with his family descendants of Jamaican and Haitian ancestry, he always loves trying Caribbean food. By now, he would've tried Puerto Rican, but nope. So far, he had Mexican and Dominican food as far as he knows.

Well there's a first time for everything.

He chuckles at his own thoughts, he never thought he would say that, again. The nineteen year old had been through every sexual, adventurous experience so his first times were long gone.

Walking in the slight cold night of the city, he pulled out his cigarette to smoke. His wicks bounces from every step he takes, enjoying his walk.

Ahh, this is nice.

Hobie isn't gonna lie, he so far hates being famous. He didn't think their whole life would be on watch.

Figures

In a capitalistic world, only Corporate Greedy, big evil money hungry businesses like the music Industries would leech the blood out of their artists. Do this or don't do this. Hobie thought if he can go back in time to prevent his seventeen year old self to sign his soul away from the contract... would he? Maybe. So far, he hated the constant fans budding in his personal lives, annoying blokes challenging him as they act he never threw hands.

It's funny how the PR teams always work overtime to fix his imagine for the sake of their record labels. There always something with them. That's why he lash out so much the last year, yet his soul takers still try to force him into this mold. A mold of being a basic Poster- HIM A POP STAR?

He would rather eat glass off the subway station floor. Or they try to make him be a rapper or join a Hip Hop reality television show to make a career out of it. They always say, Punk is never forever. Hobie conquer on that, he and his band worked too damn hard to stay true to themselves.

He threaten his bosses that he will make sure he's not going down a fight. There was many "scandals" like nudes, sex videos, drug use, and all to remain trendy and down right fucking true to himself. Controversy can be a powerful weapon, inconsistency is him! All the videos of him kissing men, women, none-binaries- ALL OF IT! He wouldn't care, he never believe in labels and believe in his voice.

His inky eyes saw a poster about Saving Gaza being torn or written. "Hmmm," He knew one of the main reasons to be famous was the amount of power his voice is.

The Punk Star took a photo of the poster, then posted on his Social Media with massive words, "SAVE PALESTINE! FUCK GENOCIDE!" He put the watermelon logo, Palestine flag and rock hand sign.

He's never one to back down for what's right. As he put his Smartphone in his pocket, his phone started to blast with notification of massive people liking, comments good or bad. A smirk on his face knowing the haters will write him a lot of slurs, curse words, but he didn't care. He laughs at them. His voice is POWERFUL!

Now, his record label... his bosses might not take it, too lightly. He didn't care. They got nothing on him and his band.

Then, a savory smell of tomatoes, garlic and cilantro tickled his nose. Huh, I'm here already? He saw the restaurant seeing the warm color scheme of brown, yellow and red. There was a massive Puerto Rican Flag next to the name of the place.

Hobie slowly walks to the mural at the most badass piece. It's a massive mural of black and brown people showing Empowerment with their hands raised into a fist, some figures had face covers wrapped around their mouths with different country flags. A lot of Latin American flags, especially Caribbean flags. There was an abstract city with so many small indication of past racist and discrimination history. What Hobie loves the most about the mural was the massive words that spread on the top, 'We are the People! We have the Power!'

"Fuckin' hardcore." Hobie decided to take multiple photos of the mural. He loves art like this. Art about empowerment in the black and brown community. People of color works on politics, installations about Capitalism ruining this damn world. He looks at the graffiti signature... "MGM?"

Maybe he can find the name on his social media. Hobie can already tell he's going to be a massive fan. The artists already checked off from his list on the art works: Empowerment, check! Representing POC, check! Different from the basic art, CHECK!

His stomach growls, "I should eat." He said to himself, he went to the front door to find the place closed at midnight. "Nice."

When he enters the shop, he saw a very homey restaurant. The walls painted of beautiful scenery of Puerto Rico with people dancing, food, and instruments. The lights were warm, the shades of brown and tiles brick color gave it a very mom and pop restaurant. There was a bar and television up high on the corner next to the bar and other places. So far it's empty.

The punker's inky eyes look down at the Wait list; so far a decent amount people came by through out the day. Then he hears someone coming out of the back of the kitchen, it sounded like two people speaking Spanish.

The person walking out the kitchen to the main floor, his footsteps light which got Hobie to glance up. When he did, he never thought he saw someone so beautiful in his life.

The hostess smiles at him, "Hello, welcome! Is it just you?" His eyes are colored of Honey brown with big doe like eyes.

Hobie had to take a moment to analyze such a beautiful man. He had a tapered short afro with a fade on the sides and zig-zag design on the side. His ears are pierced, nose wide and plump lips with such shimmer warm brown skin tone. Oh shit, Hobie was awestruck.

"Um.. Umm, yeah. Just me." Only a few words came out of his mouth. He wanted to stare at this Host, he had such a beautiful smile it felt like sunshine sending warm kisses.

The host nodded, "Okay, come with me. You want booth or a regular table?" He asked going to the side of the desk to take out a menu.

"Booth." The Punker's voice low like a mumble.

"Okay, I'm Miles by the way. I'll be your waiter." He turns to Hobie with a soft smile.

Miles...

Such a cute name for a cute lad. Hobie stares at Miles' behind seeing his rear, nicely thick. The young waiter had a basic white and black waiter outfit, the collar white sleeves rolled up showing off his left arm with tattoos.

A sleeve tattoo ain't too shabby.

Hobie couldn't tell what it looks like, but he can tell it looks unfinished from the elbow to the wrist. Then he saw Miles showing him a booth in the middle. "Here's the menu, for now do you care for water or your ready to order a drink?"

"I'll have a water, luv." Hobie casually said being a flirtatious, he sat in the booth looking at the menu.

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes." He let out another smile. Hobie study those big beautiful plump lips, they were moisturized looks like chapstick.

Miles happily went to get a glass of water for the punker. Damn, he's so cute... Hobie didn't look at the menu but had his eyes on the waiter this whole time.

When Miles came back to place a glass water, "Ar-are you ready?"

"Hmph?" Hobie looking stupid.

"To order?" His waiter arched his eyebrow.

"Oh, um... actually." Hobie felt a bit embarrassed for wasting time. Staring at Miles got him feeling like a little lad. "What's your popular dish? Or what you recommend?"

"We have the traditional plate; it got rice and beans, tostones, salad, and choice of meat. I prefer pollo guisado." Miles flips the menu to show the poplar dish being serve, "But if you want something more meat, pernil with a side of tostones. These are our popular dishes for..." He eyed on Hobie, "new customers."

"Heh, because my accent, mate?" Hobie did have a thick cockney accent.

"Hahaha, pretty much, man. Unless you tried Puerto Rican food." Miles giggles.

Damn, even his giggles are cute.

Hobie felt his cheeks warm. If he can turn pink, he would. "No, luv. Never."

"Then I say pick the first one." He gave another smile this time his eyes seem to be gleaming at the punker.

"Alright, the first one. The way you said it. I'm not into pork..." He casually said.

"Okay, coming up." Miles wrote it down, then took the menu. "Any drinks besides water?"

"I would say beer but I'm underage." Hobie chuckles.

Miles' blink a couple of times being surprised, "What? Really!"

"Yup, I'm nineteen years old. I know I don't look like it." Hobie chuckles.

"Oh wow, you do look like you would be around twenty one. Awe, too bad, man. Can't serve you alcohol if you're underage." Miles look side to side with a small whisper, "Don't worry, I'm nineteen, too!" Then winks at him.

Hobie blinks at couple of times, he felt his mouth dry. "Really?"

"What? I look too young?"

"Nah, your tattoos gave it away." The punker said as he took a sip of water.

Miles arched his eyebrow with those Amber eyes gleaming at the punker like enchanted gems. "Oh yeah, how do you know I didn't get when I was sixteen?" He gave an amusing grin.

"You look like a good lad who follow the rules. Something about you seems like the type to never take risk." Hobie grins at him.

"Hahaha, well you're right I do follow the rules but I wouldn't say I don't take risks." Miles winks at him being flirty.

Oh, he's flirting with me?

Hobie felt stupid for giving a weak response, "Hah, risk taker?" He added, "What kind of risk you take?"

"Well, this tattoo." He lift his left arm showing his sleeve, "Not an easy project."

"What is it about?"

"Many stuff. I design the tattoo myself and went to a tattoo artist to do it." He got closer to show a beautiful collage works of graffiti characters, stars, clouds, sun and moon, and florals. A lot of Sunflowers.

"Bloody hell, mate. You design this? This looks fucking amazing. Maybe I should ask you to design me-self a tat." Hobie admires the work. "I got a spot empty at my right side."

"Nah, you wouldn't want a design from me." Miles chuckles in amusement.

"Come on, Miles. I'm being for real. Look, to show how of honest man I am," Hobie pulls out his Smartphone letting all his accessories from his clothes clank and click together, "give me your social."

"Wow, showing social. You're pretty forward, huh?" Miles giggles feeling his cheeks warm by the punker.

Then the other teenager realized he's basically demanding Miles' social. "Ah, my bad, mate."

"No! No-no," Miles chuckles, "It's cool man. Look let me give you my social. But don't be too surprised about my selfies." He gave a mischievous smirk.

Hobie felt the color from his face drain being replaced by a warm shade of red being so damn bashful. Luckily his dark skin tone didn't reveal anything, but maybe his wide eyes did and the way his mouth slight hang open. "Huh?" He could only say then handed his phone to Miles.

The waiter happily gave him his social, "Here's my art account... it's also my personal account." He hums giving some indication about himself.

Hobie took his phone back to look through, "MGM? Wait, are you the lad that did the mural outside?"

"Yeah, that's me." He admits holding the menu close to his chest.

"Mate, that's a fucking fantastic piece. It's bloody powerful!" Hobie said to him being so impressed. Miles is cute, and an artist! So far, he's peaking more of his interest.

"Awe, you're making me blush, man." Miles giggles with one hand hiding his shy smile.

Cute.

"Mijo, ya esta!" The two stop hearing a woman's voice from the kitchen.

"Oh your dish is ready. I'll get it." Miles said as he went over to put the menu away and rush into the kitchen.

Hobie had time to look through Miles' social, he found out the teenager likes to read comics, watch cartoons and anime, and cosplay. He had photos of Anime-Con or Comic conventions. His mouth watered when he saw photos of the cute waiter cross dressing, some with complete makeup with a beautiful design wigs.

He's very talented...

Then, what got Hobie very hype was a photo of Miles having two hip tattoos, showing them off with his sweats low enough his happy trail showings, and if any more probably show more than just hair. Sharply inhaling as he saw Miles wearing a crop top with some booty shorts. He's not afraid of being himself that's for sure.

Hobie really likes that, even seeing Miles' at Pride Parade with a group of friends. They were huddle together wearing the skimpiest of outfits. Miles wearing fishnets with bright yellow top with sunflower ankle jeans and converse shows. He certainly knows how to dress colorful, too.

"OKay, here's your meal. Enjoy." Miles came by with a massive plate of food to set down. Those golden honey brown shines over at the punker looking through his phone. "Enjoying my pics?"

"Hmph? Oh um..." Hobie quickly set his phone down seeing the massive plate filled with rice and beans, chicken smothered with a special tomato sauce, hot tostones and salad. "This looks delicious." He sniffs the delicious aroma of Puerto Rica spices like garlic, tomato, cilantro, and so on. With such deepen scent, it reminded him of his mother's Caribbean spices.

"Thank you. Hopefully your'll like it." Miles nodded with a soft smile on his face, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything I'll be over there." He pointed by the host desk to wait.

Hobie pouted for the moment, then quickly grab Miles' wrist which cause the waiter to look surprised. "Sorry, luv. Um..." Damn, normal Hobie is such a charmer, he can flirt his way through anything or anyone, but Miles sure left his tongue tied. "How about you sit here? I'm curious about your art."

"Well," He took a moment, "I would but-" Hobie being desperate, he let his hand go, "There's no one here, darling. Come, sit by me, Sunflower."

That looks like it worked because the nineteen year old gave a shy almost flustered smile. "Sure, normally it's not busy around this time anyway. My dad will be fine with me talking to our customers." He sat across the punker with his face resting on both his hands, "Demi lo, Papí. Cómo te llamas?"

Ohh, he speaks Spanish, too. Did he call me, Papí? Maybe I can...

"Mi nombre es Hobie." He finally answered as he took his fork to dig into his dish.

Miles' smile widen showing his teeth, his eyes seem to sparkle. "You know, Spanish?"

"I know about five languages."

"Wow, look at you. I only know English and Spanish." Miles giggles being impressed.

He will be the death of me.

"I'm a bit choppy with Korean."

"Oh wow, you know Korean? I know a lil bit, my best friend is Korean." Miles explained, "I wouldn't put it on my list. What else?"

"Let see, Patios, Haitian Creole, French, Spanish, English, Korean, Chinese, a bit of Japanese.... and I'm trying to learn Sawhili and Arabic." He counted with his fingers as he took a bite of his meal.

"Dude, that's more than five languages." Miles giggles having his eyes on the punker who's eyes widen after taking the first bite.

"I mean, English and Japanese don't count." Hobie said while chewing.

"It's still more than five."

"I know a little Swahili and Arabic." Hobie hums, "Not on the list like someone mentions."

"Hehe, still six, Hobie." Miles giggles with amusement.

"I don't believe inconsistency."

"Really? So you mix your info a lot?"

"Yup!" Hobie got a piece of chicken then let out a satisfying sound, "Mmm, this is fucking good, mate. Finally something good! Tastes like home."

"Good, huh?" Miles grins widely.

"Good? This is bloody amazing. I tried a lot of stuff before and this," He nodded with approval, "Tastes the fucking cake."

"I'm glad. I'll let the chef know." Miles hums happily, "So, Hobie... where ya from, man? You got a British accent and what's Hobie short for?"

Hobie grins widely, "Hobart and I come from good ole' London, luv."

"Hmm, Hobart? I never heard a name like that before. It's kinda foreign."

"Haha, not many have this name."

"But it is cute," Miles saw the way the punker look at him, "Hobie. That's a cute nickname."

"Not cute, mate. I'm dangerous." Hobie chuckles, "Look at me."

"Then what should I say? Handsome? Dangerous? Sexy?" Miles flirted being more bold.

"Sexy? I do like the sound of that." Hobie slowly chews with his eyes on his waiter.

"Hahaha, I prefer cute." Miles gave a smug smile, "Your cute."

"Stop, mate. Ya makin' me blush." He wasn't lying.

"Awe, that's cute." He laughs.

Hobie snorted before eating slowly. He wonders if Miles knows who he is. "So, Miles. What's does MGM mean?"

"Miles Gonzalo Morales. That's my full name." He answered rather quickly. "MGM keeps it fast and neat."

"And your works?"

"Mostly the struggle in living in New York, black and brown empowerment. Sometimes about my sexuality, or how we're often silence. You're lucky you got to see this painting. It's fairly new. Last one, I did a Free Palestine and- Oh Boy, the amount of hate we got. I mean, the tagging and pure hateful groups were making threats." Miles winced, "I don't think I'm strong enough for that kind of stuff... it's pretty scary."

"Fucking nazis. Nothing terrible happened?" Hobie asked.

"Thank god nothing did. My dad use to be a the Chief of Police so many cops respect him and we got lucky with that sort of protection." Miles rubs his neck about his latest work, "I know, it's risk making works like that. So this time I play it safe now with murals for empowerment and aesthetics for this place, but my personally gallery works I go crazy."

"You got a gallery?"

"Eh, it's a small one not far from here, but I do make works here and there." Miles shrugs, "It's my passion."

"Good, you should keep it that way. Trust me, nothing beats creativity, bruv." He took another spoonful, to his surprised he was eating the plate clean. Normally, he'll take a few bites and leave the rest for his friends. Never much of eater, but this meal was too damn good.

Thanks for the advice, man." Miles nodded.

"Also, how did your pops work in a place like this? You say he was a pig?" Hobie commented.

Miles noticed the insult for cops, it makes sense. Nobody likes cops in this day and age, especially with all the shit they been doing. "He retired early from an incident and uses the money to built this place. It's actually my mom's dream, so that food you're eating is from my mami." Miles hums.

"Well, your mom cooking is perfection." Hobie took a bite of a tostones with a loud crunch sound, "Mmm, normally I don't eat much."

"I can see, your very skinny."

"But my height balances out, Sunflower." Hobie added.

"Yeah, you're very tall and this is from someone who's six' two"."

"Ah, I'm six'five"." Hobie chuckles at Miles' expression, he couldn't believe it.

"Dude, you're so tall. I think my uncle is the tallest in my family and you passed him." Miles said being in shock.

"I'm always been the tallest around my family." Hobie added as he lift his glass of water.

"Oh let me get you a refill." Miles got up.

"Oi, um... what about a soda pop, luv? Anything Puerto Rican drinks?" Hobie asked.

"We have Good Ole' Kola, it's a popular Puerto Rican soda." Miles said.

"One please, Sunflower."

"Coming right up." Miles went over to the bar to get a freshly cold can, "Say, why do you call me, Sunflower?"

"Your tattoos and your social." The other teenager said seeing Miles handing him a cold can of soda, he opens it hearing the hissed sound from the soda. "Does it offend you, Miles?"

Miles sat back down with his head shaking, "No, it's actually my favorite flower."

"Really?" Hobie could use that. "Why?"

"You know that Post Malone song called Sunflower?" Miles asked.

Hobie took a moment, "Maybe... not into pop."

"Well, that's one of my favorite song, and I like how pretty Sunflower looks. They always make me smile." Miles leans over to rest his face on one hand, "And fun fact, when there's no light or sunshine, they turned to each for energy. Isn't that cute, hm?"

Hobie sips his soda giving a nod, "So you're saying I'm a Sunflower since I'm cute?" He flirted back having to give a slight grin.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't say you look like a Sunflower. Maybe a Moonflower." Miles hums, "My second favorite flower." His honey eyes seem to glisten at him.

This lead the singer awestruck almost too flustered, he never felt like this in years. He didn't know what to say instead he shove rice and beans into his mouth. "Did you know Moonflowers only open at night and closes during the day?"

"No, I didn't know it existed."

"Maybe I should call you, Moonflower since you call me, Sunflower." Miles seems to be very interested in him.

"Oh yeah? Heh, nobody ever called me something nice like a flower."

"First time for everything." Miles added, "So, what got you coming here so late?"

"Oh... um... I was in that concert not too far from here?"

"Oh I heard some punk band, right?" Miles asked being clueless, "That place was packed! What's the band called... Spider Punk? Spider... hmm, Spider Band!"

"That's the one." Hobie nodded, "Listen to them?"

"Nah, I heard one song from them and it was their latest single." Miles shrugs, "I'm very into hip/hop, rap, R&B, Reggaeton, um... hmm a lil bit of pop. My little sister seems to like the song, it got her to sleep through it."

"Oh cool, she's a Spider-head?"

"Hahaha, she likes chaos." He play with hands together, "She's two."

Hobie never laughs so loud, "What, mate? You're pulling my leg?"

"I'm serious. One time I played a song and she started to sleep through it. I dunno I guess it's her Puerto Rican side loving loud music."

"Well, I'm honored a two year old sprog loves m- punk music." Hobie added, "Though, I hate labeling it punk."

"Oh, your that kind of punker? Hate labels?"

"I don't believe in them. I hate the AM and I hate the PM." The punker shoves the rest of his meals into his mouth then wipe his hands with a napkin. Man, he should've ate slow to keep talking to Miles, but the food was so good. "Never believed sticking to one thing."

"That's punk of you." Miles giggles, "Sorry, terrible joke."

"It's fine. I'll let it pass since this food- Mwah, chef kiss." Hobie kisses his two fingers together into the okay hand sign.

"Awe, good thing, too. I don't wanna piss you off." The waiter saw the plate being so clean, not a crumble left behind. "My mom would be so happy to see this plate so clean."

"It was so good, I want a second one to go."

"I can make the order if you want?"

"Please, do." The punker being very polite with him, never did he become so polite to people he's attractive.

"Alright. It'll take a few minutes." Miles got up to pick up the dirty dishes and utensils, the he went back to the kitchen to submit the order. Hobie nervously sat up straight then he sniff his breath wondering if it smell bad.

Smells like cigarettes... shit.

When Miles come back, all he did was giggle to himself while holding a dessert, "You got my mom super happy. She told me to give some tembleque."

"What now?"

"It's coconut pudding. It's really good." Miles places it in front of Hobie with a spoon next to it. "Trust me, you'll want to lick the plate."

"That's kind of your mum to give me a free dessert." He never experience such kindness before.

"Don't worry about it. She does it all the time when a customer being sweet and cleans off the plate." Miles winks at him, again.

"Can you tell her, thank you. I appreciate it." Hobie got a spoon to try the dessert, "Mmm, this is amazing." He mumbles with awed.

Miles could only smile at him, "You know, I really think you're cute." Slowly sway his upper body being a little shy to say.

That caught off the punker, he nearly choked on his pudding, The had to drink his soda then let out a low, "Wha?"

"I think you're cute. Your eyes grew wide like a kid. It's cute." Miles shrugs as he went back to sit down.

"Um... thanks." Hobie didn't know how to react.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to weird you right." Miles frowned for the moment seeing how the punker looked uncomfortable. "Oh great, Miles. You thought you met someone else that's into the same team. I'm so sorry if-" Hobie quickly said, "No! Nono! I'm just- I was told many things but not cute. Sorry, for being weird about it, Sunflower."

"Oh, so you're gay?" Miles asked, "Sorry if that comes off rude. Normally, straight guys give me that look."

"Haha," Hobie sat back with a low deep chuckles, "Remember I don't believe in labels, luv. I play all the teams. I believe in connection."

"Oh very pansexual." Miles teased a bit.

"Maybe. Never consistent. Also I jump around with multiple partners."

"Ah, I'm bi-sexual and monogamous. To be honest, I don't like share my partners." Miles shrugs, "But that's just mean. Whatever float your boat, y'know?"

"Don't like sharing, huh? I'm into that." Hobie smirks widely at him this time being bold.

"Oh yeah?" Miles' eyes gleaming, his left leg shakes from being a bit nervous.

Hobie nodded with his hand placed on Miles' hand, "Yeah." His thumb gently massage into Miles' soft hand, it felt so tender. Miles couldn't help but let out a boyish giggle.

When the punker finished his dessert, Miles placed him the bill and brought out the take out.

"Say, this is a little heavy?" Hobie noticed two containers.

"I left you a slice of cake. Maybe you'll like it." Miles' voice went to a whisper, "Shh, don't tell my dad." Hobie let out a low chuckle.

"Cheeky minx."

"Shh. Anyway will that be cash or card?" He asked placing the plastic bag with take-out in it.

"Card, Sunflower. Maybe next time, I can DM you?"

"Sure. Anytime."

Hobie pulls out his black card which got Miles tilting his head to the side. He never seen a black card before. Aren't those for rich people? Anyway, he went ahead charging the card and placing it back on the table with two receipt and pen. Miles went to clean up the tables getting ready for closing time.

Before Miles went over to pick up the receipt from Hobie's table, "Miles, mi vida. Can you help me?"

"Sure, mami." He pouted over to Hobie, seeing the punker is going to leave soon.

Hobie could only give him a small smile, watching his Sunflower go to the back of the kitchen. He thought about waiting for him until his manager is blowing up his phone like crazy.

Bruce: Where are you asshole? Get your ass back to the bus.

Hobie: 🖕🏿 fuck off. I'm busy here.

Bruce: Hobie.

Hobie: 🙄 fine. I'll be there soon.

He cursed himself at his manager. Fucking Bruce. Always ruining his game. The punker went into his wallet pulling out a wad of cash, then leaving Miles a wonderful tip.

Hopefully we'll meet again.

Just like the wind, Hobie was gone from the restaurant. With beautiful thoughts of his Sunflower and hoping for the next time to meet... maybe go on date.

When Miles came back after helping his mom put somethings away in the fridge, he rushes to the main floor to find no one around. He pouted, slowly going over to the receipt. To his shock he saw a five hundred dollar tip. "What?" He almost chokes on his gasp.

Then his hand saw the receipt with Hobie's number and note.

See you later, Sunflower 😉

Hobie's number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text me when you want to hang, luv. I'm open this week.

The teenager put the number into his smart phone never feeling so bashful.

Miles felt his cheeks warm, "Wow..." For the first time, his heart was beating so fast and palms were sweaty. To think this cutie Punker would give him, his number. Who is this Hobie Brown? And how he got so much money? Miles' curiosity is getting to him, maybe that's why he found the punker so attractive. He's so mysterious, sweet, beautiful like a Moonflower.

He wants Hobie Brown.

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chapter 53 of this is an adjuration but its (moderately) analyzed

hi everyone we need to talk about chapter 53 aka i’m going to talk about it and you are going to listen. spoilers for the not only the entire chapter (btw i’m gonna be going crazy) but basically chapters 39 to 53 too. also yes i will be talking about all 100+ footnotes and yes i am going to be mad theorizing throughout. we cite our sources in this bitch.

first off: we’re starting off with Red being dead! fantastic! already in tears again thank you Vio. But now we get a different point of view, which is a lot more detailed. Makes sense because 1: vio and 2: four.

footnote 1: the implications of the hesitation. followed by footnote 76. green is an interesting critter. Red clearly is worried about dying, about becoming nothing if their sword is lost (footnote 93). From what I’m understanding, Vio and maybe Blue also felt the same during the sealing? Not too sure about Blue.

But also this comes back with when they go to pull the sword again! All of Link is in agreement (footnote 101). Which includes Green. Does existing again as Link where they don’t all fit back together perfectly help this along?

“Shadows grow, harsh and angular, a myriad of isosceles shards spilling out in a tiled plane. The power of them thrums, climes up Vio’s spine in a way that is so very familiar.”

Is Twilight’s shard the same Darkness as Shadow? As the Dark Mirror? I know nothing about twilight princess so I’m probably not qualified to theorize on it. Spoiler alert we're doing it anyways. The wording of shadows here, shadows being used, makes me think that it Has to be the same thing. Especially since Vio says that it feels familiar.

The portals that are taking them across time, whether caused by Hylia or Dink or Hyrule or Whoever Else is playing Tug of Link, also seem to be this dark magic. I don’t remember Vio saying that feels similar. So there has to be some sort of difference between types of dark magic.

revision glowmin here: did some twilight princess research. Apparently Twilight and Vio can shake hands on a friend breaking a mirror and disappearing. they should start a club.

footnote 2: Red and Vio bonding about Shadow! the pain of ‘when that happens, i’ll be right there’. but!! red isn’t here anymore!! christ!! “He’s good at that. Putting his feelings into metaphorical little boxes where they can’t touch him. Where they can sit and wait until he is no longer, and Link can take the boxes and open them up and the piece that is Vio can examine them under the safety of being a fragment, of being less-than-entire, of being whole, of being One.”

lets talk about this paragraph for a second. Link will no longer exist again. this is Unhealthy Coping 101 lads. He can’t be Link anymore to sort through all of those emotions (I figure Red is normally the one doing the mental housekeeping there anyways). So its going to sit in those boxes and rot there. Will it eventually explode? It sure seems like it during Ravio’s time travel dissertation!

footnote 3: king link the first. Sky? is Sky the king link mentioned here? like ik he’s the first in the Reincarnation thingie. is link doomed to be the hero because he was named after the king? if he’d been named bob would he have been spared? hmmmm. i mean Sky is literally mentioned in the sentence the footnote is linked to so.

“(...) it would be so easy to think that it was a piece of the King himself that died.”

but when you think about it, its true. the reincarnation stuff. Four is a Link. Four is a reincarnation of Sky. A part of him just died. So technically yes, I think thats literal.

“Oh. Blue. Blue is here. He can breathe now.”

“He blinks the blurriness out of his vision, to see Blue (his Blue, his guardian, his safety, his wall of ice between them and the world)”

“Of course he has to spell this out for him. Nothing can ever be easy with this man.”

the dual sides of the Vio opinion of one berry boy. The wall of ice though. Is that a callback to Blue being frozen solid in the FSA manga? And how Red had to save him? I notice there’s a lot of elemental imagery in the color-pov’s; green in particular about being comparable to the wind.

footnote 4:Absolute whiplash of a contrast to footnote 2. We go from Red offering to hear Vio talk about Shadow to chapter 39. chapter 39 my beloathed my sleep paralysis demon. The last thing Vio says to Red.

And we know context for why Red died. Red thought that Dink was Shadow. He offers the benefit of the doubt to Dink under that assumption. Even though Vio just spat at him, even though Vio is pulling away, Red is still trying. It gets him killed. If Vio figures out that information, I feel like it’ll be a terrible time.

“Vi isn’t… isn’t really sure which outcome would be worse. Either one would be better than this limbo, this waiting and floating and his body’s instinctive attempts to make him feel.”

emotions can’t touch me these shades are gucci - vio, probably. also I didn’t realize that Vio was still holding Red’s hand when they tried to become One again.

“After that, it’s as simple as wanting, of believing that to not be would be better than being, of feeling the thin tether of magic between himself and the gem in the pommel of his sword, and trying to make it stop. (...) Blue scoops up Red’s sword, the only bit of him left behind but his spilled blood, and two glowing points of red cut through the haze.”

foreshadowing?? foreshadowing?? i don’t remember if any other colors have commented on the tether between their swords and themselves. with that out of the way lets Talk about the difference between Vio and Blue’s thoughts of merging and then we’re getting into my Red Isn’t Dead coping theory

From chapter 40: “The three of them come to him, pushing at the magic and praying to anyone who might be kind enough to listen. There’s a flash of light, and Blue braces himself for the momentarily disorienting experience of becoming One, of having himself overwritten as a part from which the sum is made.

So we know from chapter 53 in particular that Vio has not great self imagery. like not at all. His thoughts of becoming one is summarized in that “believing that to not be would be better than being”. Blue, on the other hand, doesn’t have that thought. It’s a bit more vague, but it’s still enough to notice that merging seems to feel different for all the colors (or at the very least Blue and Vio have different interpretations).

The 2 gems on Red’s sword are glowing, and for the rest its just 1. I didn’t know that was a Thing until chapter 53. so here is my thought: where do the colors come from, actually? This chapter is implying that they are an extension of their swords. Are they physical magic, forced into a ‘body’? So hear me out on this one because I went and reread some of the other chapters to formulate this theory (i am coping hard).

What if: Red isn’t dead. He’s not alive, but not dead. Chapter 41: “Sky sees now, with horrible clarity, the similarity between the glow of the twin gemstones set in the pommel and cross guard of the sword, ruby red like his eyes were, and the sky blue pulsing light of Fi’s consciousness (...) Sky does not know if Red is conscious, if he is aware. He does not even know if he even is anymore. He knows only that Red is dead, and whatever remains of him is inside of that blade.”

First time I read this I was still in tears about Red dying so it didn’t make sense. I’ll be coming back to this theory later but for now let’s leave it at ‘red might not be fully dead he might just be in a coma’.

footnote 5: christ time travel makes my head hurt. i’m looking at it i promise i’m looking at it but the brain is rejecting the knowledge like gas station sushi.

footnote 6: FOUR SWORDS MANGA MENTIONED

footnote 7: ‘magical intervention for dead patients’ you mean the fucking necromancy

footnote 8: thesaurus dot com save me /reference

“What does he think? Of the situation? Of the idea that he has to live like this indefinitely? Of the reality in which Vio lives? Of the fact that this has happened twice now?”

Thoughts are stored in the Vio. the ‘twice now’ really hits hard. going to have a cry break again.

footnote 9: SHIT there isn’t a body either time. both times there’s some Item left behind; the shattered Dark Mirror, Red’s sword. but that’s not enough. good grief this is some trauma

remember the theory i literally just mentioned? here’s another point. I’m unsure how much of FSA manga is canon to adjuration (ik its not canon in LU shut up) but at the end we see very well that Shadow is still alive-ish.

Now hear me out: what if this is the same situation for Red? Alive, but no longer able to interact with the real world? Palace of the Four Sword lore from the Ravio cooking show?? put a pin in it we’re coming back later

““I think that creating a chain of alternative realities would be exactly the kind of thing I’d do to get them back. I think that I’d do whatever it takes, break whatever it takes, until all five of us, were together and home, and safe.” Green nods, and Vio knows that he has been overruled. “We go forward, into whatever fate awaits. We’re going to find who did this, and we’re going to kill them.””

Green doesn’t even ask Blue, now that i’m looking at it. that probably spurred a fight at some point off screen?? Also Vio mentioning five here!! and nobody questions it! I’m guessing they think Vio is out of it because Red is dead and that’s why nobody asked. remember this quote it’s going to be important later.

footnote 10: Green can’t lie? i’m gonna have to reread a bit to see that in a new light. Does Green actually want Shadow back? i hope so i think that would be cool.

“Vio nods. Wind can touch him. Wind is kind, Wind is safe. Wind is robed in blue and just as lovingly violent. Wind is a known quantity.”

Blue is also called a protector multiple times in this chapter and i think thats sweet. bittersweet, but sweet. stark contrast to Vio’s opinion in footnote 6 and between footnotes 3-4.vio honey the opinions aren’t staying in those boxes you made you need a U-haul.

footnote 11: i love these domestic colors moments they’re so. good

““I need you to get your shit together, can you do that for me?” Directions unclear, too broad.”

i am not going to make the joke i am Not going to make the joke

footnote 12: never even watched lttp gameplay but i looked it up just for this footnote. rosetta stone hylian edition real

footnote 13: seeing red. i see what you did there.

““...we lost Blue?” Not another, not a third, Vio can’t do this again, he can’t see that again.”

Green pea please be more specific you aren’t helping things. Considering that just a few paragraphs ago Vio was calling Blue their guardian, I would like to think that Vio is instantly going worst case scenario. and who can blame him, really?

footnote 14: heehoo shadow got thanos snapped, more trauma on the vio boat

footnote 15: I’m not sure how much minish cap is in Adjuration lore but him training at a young age makes him being picked to repair the picori blade more reasonable. because why else would you send a child into the wilderness without any help. he got like 2 years of training He’s Fine.

footnote 16: footnote 84 callback

“Wind is blue and water, and he feels just like a big brother should. (...) Green has his voice, has blown it away with his already made up mind.”

More elemental imagery for the colors! And its also being applied to Wind, who wears Blue, and is being compared to Blue.

footnote 17: i couldn’t find any reference of something called a ‘tracking hawk’ other than something that happens in twilight princess apparently? so maybe that’s what this is referencing.

footnote 18: hesitation to smash the Dark Mirror shaking hands with hesitation to put the Four Sword back in its pedestal? also your daily reminder that in the manga TINGLE contributes to why Vio didn’t smash the mirror

footnote 19: is this Blue perception in the memory? about the ice? maybe.

footnote 20: vio picture perfect memory canon.

“A flash of blue. Blue? No, Wind, screaming and disemboweling a moblin three times his size, an unmoving obstacle between Vio and what had been his certain death.”

From chapter 42: “The rest of them all be fucking damned, Wind is getting Vio out of this alive.”

just figured this little nod to that would be important to point out. Wind goes big brother mode and I’m here for it.

footnote 21: tragedy + time = comedy reference maybe? I figure Blue has had some time to cool down by killing monsters, so that’s probably why he’s able to muster a joke. if it was even on purpose

footnote 22: A field guide on first aid would honestly be really good for the colors/Link to know. especially if minish cap is fully in Adjuration canon. I don’t know how well Ezlo would be for administering hylian first aid in the field.

footnote 23: from FSA manga, vio: “Because I was ‘the smart one’ I thought I was always right. I learned ‘smart’ and ‘wise’ aren’t always the same’. Concussion is definitely going to put some struggle on the braincell.

footnote 24: Is Vio the only color capable of lying?

“Vio sighs, and melts into the warmth, the scent of the Dark. It is familiar and it is safe and he is free to go away.”

THE Dark? Implication that there’s only One Type, so. scratch whatever nonsense I was on earlier about there maybe being different types of Dark, ig.

footnote 25: MINISH CAP MENTIONED!!!!!!!!!

footnote 26: more domestic color moments. Is their home labeled ‘four’? I’m assuming it is because there is an ‘r’ and ‘u’ and each color is painting 1 letter.

theory number three time: what the piss is going on at four’s house. from chapter 44: “Even still, Legend could swear that he saw the handle turn as he drops.” and then chapter 53: “Even still, Vio knows that he sees the door handle turn.” we have 2 inbetween footnotes to go through really quick and then we’re theorizing again.

footnote 27: more fodder for the theory of the colors just being their swords, I think!

footnote 28: wonder which of the colors is the most attuned to magic. maybe vio?

alright its THEORY NUMBER THREE FOR REAL TIME MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS WHERE I GO CRAZY

“Something Dark and familiar crawls like a shiver up his spine.”

Vio knows Dark magic, okay I think we all understand that. He knows Twilight has Dark magic, the Dark Mirror was Dark magic, Shadow was Dark magic. what in the hell is dark magic inside the color’s home? no clue! this is where my theory comes in (it’s a two in one deal)

theory 3.1: Shadow is going to be revived at some point. The Dark magic is familiar to Vio because it’s Shadow, and Vio knows Shadow’s magic. Is Shadow playing tug of war with Dink to bring the colors home? How would he return from the dead? What time even is it in Four’s era at this 10 second pitstop? This is where I think that this is maybe during the late, LATE part of their adventure through time. but the gist is Shadow is somehow alive and is trying and failing to draw anything other than an uno reverse card.

from chapter 45: ““Odd, that. It’s not like there’s anything interesting in there. We tore the whole place apart after the first time. It’s just a small town forge.””

we will bring this back up at the Ravio hour. everything comes up at the ravio hour.

theory 3.2: its Vio from the future. when we get to the Ravio Insanity I’ll get more into this, but we need to go back to this line from chapter 53: “I think that creating a chain of alternative realities would be exactly the kind of thing I’d do to get them back. I think that I’d do whatever it takes, break whatever it takes, until all five of us, were together and home, and safe.” Maybe this is Future Vio making good on his word. ripping apart time and space alike for a CHANCE to save Red.

footnote 29: legend is royalty Adjuration canon?

footnote 30: vio gaslighting hour, but he’s only gaslighting himself. from FSA manga Vio says: “But as a hero, I never strayed from my hopes and goals.” He calls himself a hero here, but then laments about it later. Plus he doesn’t seem happy during the whole confrontation sooooo

footnote 31: fourth edition hehehe

footnote 32: So Blue is to blame for the color’s haircut? I am so deep into brainworms I can’t remember if Four’s eyes changed colors or not.

““He’s got like thirty books crammed in here, where has he been getting them all?””

i love Green and Blue doing their best to bring Vio back to them. rise and shine gamer you need to read your concussion away.

footnote 33: existential crisis from footnote 27

footnote 34: excellent word choice Blue

“Vio pulls the book up, out of the bag and into his lap. It’s heavy and leather bound, with a metalwork crescent moon on the cover. A present from Ravio. (...) Ravio who insists at some point in their future, Vio will want to shatter a Light spell.”

remember theory 1? about Red not being dead? here’s more food for this theory. Four is also called the Hero of Light. A Light Spell. The Four Sword is made to cleave through the darkness (chapter 52). To shatter a Light Spell might be them trying to bring Red back from limbo. if he is in limbo. i hope he’s just in limbo.

“His brothers are both in their usual positions relative to him when they sit like this, the empty space where Red ought to be gaping like a wound.”

you did not have to hurt me like this

footnote 35: Dark Mirror related trauma hours part TWO!!!!

footnote 36: and then it pivots right back from me tearing up to cackling about Shadow and Vio antics. I wonder what word Vio said here to make Shadow confused.

footnote 37: looking at shattering a Light Spell. looking at the magic of the Four Sword. if the Light spell Vio wants to shatter really is Red’s sword, the fact that Four is a blacksmith just might be what saves the situation

“The book is tugged from his hands and Blue’s own, cold and calloused, take hold.”

Are Blue’s hands permanently cold from being frozen? I know there’s been ice and water imagery in the past with Blue but this would be neat. Also did Blue and Green also see the note Ravio left (Don’t let anyone but you Four see this) and that’s why Blue is taking the book away?

footnote 38: we love character insight!! we love link knowing that a custom product tailored to the horse is better than a one size fits all mold!! hell yeah!

“Vi watches as Blue’s expression ices over.”

More ice imagery, this time with Wind present! Wind is sticking up for Vio like the big brother he is. And from chapter 45 we know that Wind most likely just finished telling Sky off about not being okay, too, so he is just picking up Red’s place as therapist I guess!

39: more important possible minish cap or just adventure in general books to have read

“Wind is curled into the front of him, blankets tangled up in the boy’s legs. Vio twists in place, spinning to face Blue. His brother is still in his sleep, face softer than it ever is when he’s conscious. Red’s sword creating a barrier between them, laid in its scabbard (Blue’s scabbard, they have to get him a new one just for him now) on the bedding, Blue’s fingers held fast to the hilt. Where’s Green?”

I skimmed through chapter 45-46 and I didn’t see any mention of where Green is at this point so I’m not sure where he is. But Wind is in on the cuddling and I’m here for it. And also… Red’s sword is still in the pile. Is there symbolism behind Red’s sword being between Vio and Blue? About how Blue is using the voice reserved for Red for Vio, now?

footnote 40: thinking this is pre minish cap, I think link already has a scabbard when he starts that journey.

“The boy gently presses them to Vio’s temples, and it is warm and loving and wild and red.”

All of those adjectives are applicable to Red. food for thought.

“Vio looks back down at the book in his hands. Not Ravio’s, good. His brothers aren’t that stupid, thank Hylia.”

So here I think the other colors have seen the note Ravio left them. I don’t know if they’ve discussed anything about it or not. or maybe they don’t know and its only Vio?

footnote 41: concussion

footnote 42: book (yeah I don’t have much to say for these two footnotes)

“The fire is warm and the floor is hard under his shoulder blades as he stares up at the ceiling, Blue on one side, Wind on the other.”

Wind is shoving Green out of the equation I think. I feel like this animosity will probably become important later but so far I don’t think anythings happened.

footnote 43: I know nothing about coffee so I really don’t know what this footnote is about, but Red is precious as always.

footnote 44: BODY LANGUAGE FOR DUMMIES i cackled when i saw that

“Green visibly chews that idea over in his mind, probably working overtime to have an original thought.” Compared to chapter 46: “Green frowns, starting to mentally replay every interaction that he has had with Legend. The universe, or fate, or… Hylia, maybe the Goddess herself decides that that is enough thinking for him today, because that is when the portal opens.”

footnote 45: “Not that Shadow's pressence here is strange, but for the first time, Vio didn't sense him coming. The alarms didn't start going off. He was woken by a physical touch, not warned seconds before by the indescribable feeling of wrong that slithers up his spine whenever this boy gets too close.”

WE ARE GOING TO BE COMING BACK TO THIS FOOTNOTE KEEP IT IN YOUR BRAINS FOLKS

footnote 46: Sky is arguing with Green, and then it references the downfall of Skyloft. beans

footnote 47: arson is the answer. arson is always the answer.

““Walk away before I break your nose again.” His protector says this as casually as if he were listing off how many nails they needed to make that week.”

Blue is (as the quote says) protecting Vio here. which is sweet. Blue broke Green’s nose back at the ranch (chapter 46)

footnote 48: Dark Mirror shattering reference? I wonder how long after the adventure this is. Also we know one set of the footsteps is Blue, but who’s the other?

footnote 49: A feeling of something Dark, something wrong slithers with a shiver up his spine. Vio looks up, and sihloutted in the moonlight, there is a boy in a tree.

WE’RE COMING BACK TO THIS ONE TOO.

footnote 50: honestly surprised its not a plastic plant but this is arguably funnier

““Hyrule says a big fight is heading our way. We aren’t going to be able to keep you out of it.””

We’re at chapter 47 now!

footnote 51: considering how Easy the bow is to use in FSA this footnote makes a lot of sense.

footnote 52: multivariable calculus and ‘simple straightforward’ do not belong in the same sentence vio what the shit.

footnote 53: in the manga vio is shown to load 2 arrows at once, so yeah archery being preferred makes sense to me!

footnote 54: blacksmith fun!

footnote 55: god i fucking hate geometry all my homies hate geometry

footnote 56: MINISH!!!!

footnote 57: john mulaney reference?? also grandpa and the colors! wonder where Four’s father went

“Vio nearly laughs at the realization that all of that pain and suffering could have been avoided if they had simply gone through in pieces every time. And he’s supposed to be the smart one.”

They’ve been through a few portals since Red’s death by now, so the fact that he’s only noticing this now speaks volumes to how… mm, withdrawn into himself he’s been.

“Vio stares at the portal itself, considering. Hyrule made this. He didn’t know that was something that one of them could just do. (...) Vio slides his hand into his own pack, feeling around until he makes contact with the book Ravio gave him, finger tracing delicately around the thin ornamentation. All this time, he has had the directions for non-paradoxical time travel literally in his fucking pocket.”

hey remember theory 3.2? this might be where Vio gets the idea that he can do this sort of thing.

revision glowmin here: for some reason footnote 58 got deleted. So here it is! Vio does in fact look smug.

““How long have you known that Red was going to die?” Vio aks, voice as hard and unfeeling as stone.”

More earth elemental imagery for Vio!

“Ravio flinches, not meeting Vio’s stare. “The eighth,” he practically whispers, as if confessing to a crime.”

I know I mentioned this in my Ravio Board Analysis but the Link To Ravio timeline traveling being nonlinear makes my brain hurt and I cry.

footnote 59: Vio would forgo reading to watch Blue and Vio spar (?) so you know its good stuff

““So don’t. Because I’m sorry Legend, but I’m going to have to kill your husband now.” Blue says this as gently and steady as a summer rain.”

graduated cylinder homophobia

footnote 60: the stark comparison between Blue’s playful sparring with green (footnote 59) and the dance fight with Red (this footnote) really makes him going for Legend look like murder. which. was the point but you know what I mean

footnote 61: I am 90% sure this scene happens right after Shadow disguises himself as Vio in order to get the other colors to actually fight Vaati effectively. We don’t see which direction Shadow leaves and Vio enters from, but it is possible that its the same direction. and the next time we see Shadow he is limping, so,,,, yeah.

“(...) Blue flips his grip on Red’s sword and slams the pommel into Legend’s nose, which Legend answers with a shield bash of his own right to his brother’s face. Vio hopes it hurts.”

This strikes me as a bit odd since Vio has been calling Blue ‘protector’ and ‘guardian’ throughout this chapter, albeit with pauses of dismissing him for brashness. Perhaps its because of the note Ravio left in that book, and the knowledge that in the future he wants to shatter a Light spell? And in order to do that Ravio must still be alive, so that’s my reasoning on why Vio wants Blue to hurt.

footnote 62: MINISH CAP MENTIONED also this must be before the minish cap journey because I think after that any attempt to say Link is ‘too old for that nonsense’ is thrown out the window.

footnote 63: vidow (metal pipe sound effect)

““Captain,” he says, walking over to him first. “This is from him.” (...) A room full of eyes on him, Vio tears open the envelope and carefully pulls out the single scrap of paper. (...) ‘You’re going to have to trust me, Violet. And you’re going to have to prove you’re as good a liar as he says you are. I’m trying to help all Five of you. -Not a hypocrite, either.’”

WE’RE HERE ITS TIME FOR THE THEORIES TO COME ROLLING. YOU REMEMBER THE FOOTNOTES I TOLD YOU TO REMEMBER? THEY’RE COMING IN NOW.

back to back here we have the mentioning of a ‘he/him’. I think its pretty clear that when Ravio is addressing Warriors, he’s referring to Wind in the future. Wind hasn’t gone to the War of Eras yet, and he gets called some weather nicknames in chapter 52 (“That crazy little hurricane who knew more than any person should, and was drowning in the weight of all that unwanted wisdom.” (...) “kidnapping people like my poor self and that damn riptide.”)

So that begs the question: who is the ‘he’ Ravio is mentioning in his letter to Vio? Is this future Wind? I see two possibilities, and so I raise you theory 3.2.1: Wind is the one who is helping future Vio rip holes in the fabric of time. You remember right before footnote 10, where Vio mentions five instead of four? Maybe this is where Wind would get the ‘five’ from when describing things to Ravio. Not super important I think but it is absolutely worth mentioning.

now I hope you’re ready for my insanity folks!

The line ‘not a hypocrite either’ leads me to believe that Ravio is referring to himself and Legend. Ravio is Legend’s dark world counterpart, just as Shadow is Four’s. To imply that he is not a hypocrite means that Ravio knows of Shadow’s existence. More than that, he knows of Vio and Shadow’s relationship.

Now I’ve reread Adjuration 3x now and Legend has completed the Palace of the Four Sword (chapter 24: “I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Legend’s mouth moves faster than his brain for once in his life, and he winces, but goes with it. “I knew I recognized that damn sword.”) My running theory is that perhaps the Palace of the Four Sword being in the Dark World is what could possibly lead to Shadow being revived. let me explain.

in the board of madness of chapter 49, we get the timeline of the visits. Chapter 49 is visit 8 for Ravio. It is the only one thats black. For Ravio, he apparently learns who Shadow is BEFORE he learns who Red is. The visit for when he learns about Shadow (visit 8 ravio visit 6 links) is yet to happen in Adjuration. There’s 1 more visit between visit 2 ravio visit 8 links (visit 6 ravio visit 7 links) so SOMETHING is going to happen between the next 2 visits, i guarantee it. My theory? Control is going to be waived from Dink (if only slightly) and he is going to Get Pissed. More on that later but first: who’s at the forge.

Each time Shadow’s magic/Dark magic is addressed by Vio, it is done in a similar way. Chapter 53: “The power of them thrums, climes up Vio’s spine in a way that is so very familiar.” “Something Dark and familiar crawls like a shiver up his spine.” “He was woken by a physical touch, not warned seconds before by the indescribable feeling of wrong that slithers up his spine whenever this boy gets too close.” “A feeling of something Dark, something wrong slithers with a shiver up his spine.”

Every. Single. Time. Dark magic is either called ‘familiar’ or ‘wrong’, and it sometimes causes Vio to shiver. There is some force of Dark magic attempting to bring the chain to Four’s forge. It is that line about it being familiar when they drop in their most recent visit that leads me to believe that it is Shadow. How is it Shadow? Freyja confirmed that Shadow is 100% dead at the end of the events of the manga, so we know he’s dead. I have almost zero basis for this but I have a Theory (this logic is solely going off of the “Entity in the Forge” vibes).

In chapter 24, we get insight on the Palace of the Four Sword from Legend. “Don’t think about where he saw it the first time, don’t picture Four like that , don’t think about the malice and the stench of death, the black magic and the hatred rolling off the blade in waves. Fight now. Panic later.”

Is there a difference between black magic and Dark magic? I don’t know enough Zelda lore to say for certain. What we do know is that Legend is from Four’s future. Time travel confusion aside, in a Link to the Past, there is a copy of Red. What I think is going on here is that the Palace of the Four Sword being in the Dark World is perhaps a catalyst to revive Shadow. He came from the Dark Mirror after all; surely that much Dark magic in one place would be good for this sort of thing? The hatred is a bit concerning but I think a little anger is good as a treat.

How does he get back to his proper time period? Cia’s spellbook, I think. I truly honestly 85% believe that the tug of war here is between Shadow and Dink/the Yiga Clan. From tumblr, we have the list of the chain as follows: Sky, Four, Red, Green, Blue, Vio, Time, Legend, Hyrule, Wind, Twilight, Warriors, Wild, and then a redaction of a member.

(brief pause by revision glowmin here: the distinction of Four being different than the RGBV is a neat detail)

As far as I know there’s only a few options that this 14th Link could be. It could be the link from Spirit Tracks; unless Adjuration Wind also has that adventure. It could possibly be the Ancient hero from BOTW, the one shown on the tapestry and then in the Hero’s Aspect in TOTK. It could be the first ever Link, the one before Sky. Or it could be Shadow. I don’t think any of these four options deal with Dark magic other than Shadow.

There’s also my other theory that it’s Vio (and possibly Future Wind?). Vio has already made it clear that he will do whatever it takes (confirmed by freyja via tumblr: “Vio is willing to get his hands dirty. Vio is willing to shatter fragile things. Vio has nothing left to loose.”) I’ll bet my stockpile of gummy worms that the other 15% is this scenario. (“He doesn’t need to. For the five of them, there is no price too high, no cost too great. He’s going to do whatever it takes.”)

(revision glowmin again. no cost too great? hollow knight moment.)

Now let’s talk about the Yiga Clan for a bit. I want to strangle them like a wet sock. They’re like the Eyes of Ganon that Hyrule talks about sometimes. I know little about them, but the point is that their goals are the same: kill the hero to revive Ganon. For the Eyes, its Hyrule, because they need his blood. For the Yiga Clan, it’s Wild, because… well, he killed Ganon and its revenge time.

I think the reason the Yiga Clan are so against the chain being in Four’s era for more than a few seconds (other than the fact that they’re not the ones taking the chain there) is related to Ravio’s thesis. “His era might not be poison to Darkness the way that Sky’s is, but it’s too closely guarded.”

If the chain wind up in Four’s era, and the Yiga can’t wrangle them back, Dink might lost control of the ordeal. For the most part it seems like he’s been the one picking and choosing where the portals will lead the heroes. (“The Captain arches an eyebrow, “Who are the other players?” / “Hylia, The Yiga clan, and Hyrule, though he has hesitated to take his turns, for starters.””)If he lost that control, I feel like it would be a spiral of madness as he goes off script to get them back under his thumb.

For the silly, how I’ve been coping with the angst has been that Red and Shadow are 2 ghosts following the Chain around and just watching all this shit go down. Canon? 99% sure that’s not the case, but it sure would be funny! i drew a little something to commemorate this coping mechanism.

okay. ramblings and thoerizationings are over (I probably repeated myself way too much). tldr: there’s plausible cause for the dark entity at Four’s forge to be Shadow, but it could also possibly be Vio from the future/near the end of the journey. Whoever it is, they’re threatening to remove some of Dink’s control of the situation and that might Escalate Conflict. The Palace of the Four Sword is important to a possible Red revival (and maybe Shadow)! I am never going to emotionally recover from this.

back to your regularly scheduled analysis that is probably going to go off the walls again.

footnote 64: again: if Four had been named Bob and not Link, would the Minish have had to pick a different hero? I wonder what reasoning Four’s father had for naming him after the king, anyways.

footnote 65: Ravio and Legend’s dynamics being directly related to Vio and Shadow. More correlation of Ravio saying he’s ‘not a hypocrite either’.

footnote 66: domestic color antics. Blue screaming that he’s going to kill Red, starkly contrasting with how Blue reacted when Red actually died. We know that Blue was exaggerating here in the flashback but it’s here, so its getting mentioned.

“Vio gets up, leaving them to it in order to get a better view of Ravio’s notes. It’s not hard to follow. The Timeline in the middle, their lives in bullet points on one end, their visits to this era in history on the other.”

Vio sweetie I don’t understand the visits to the Ravio Center. at least he gets it so good for him I guess.

“Wind marches over, frowning. “What are you - oh.” The sailor frowns as he takes it all in. “Why is my name all over this?” / Green blinks. “That’s what I was asking you.””

The revisitation of the animosity growing between Green and Wind!

footnote 67: Not sure when this flashback takes place, but I’m assuming its shortly after Shadow’s death?

footnote 68: There is a lot of. unrest in the chain because of Red’s death. Twilight gets outed as Wolfie, the colors are in shambles, Green and Wind are fighting, Twilight and Wild are not having good terms, the Fierce Deity is brought out, etc etc it is a Shit Show.

rapid fire footnote time

footnote 69: Legend just said that he might not stop Blue from killing Ravio this time. This is, of course, comparable to how the last thing Vio said to Red was to spit in his face. which is what this footnote is a recap of.

footnote 70: projection moment

footnote 71: Shadow gets blasted to bits

footnote 72: I believe this is a callback to footnote 48

footnote 73: More broken glass imagery back to back. Vio pointing out that for the next two visits that happen for Ravio is going to be when he possibly learns who Shadow is, and a better understanding of Red. I think. the timeline of the Ravio Hours hurts my head.

footnote 74: WHO IS THE HE. we already went over this but I’m bringing it up again. Wind or Shadow, I’m placing my bets.

footnote 75: Red again reassuring Vio about Shadow, and about how they all would like him back. Which is, again, making Vio spitting at Red right before he dies all the worse.

footnote 76: “Green on the other hand, feels nothing but the desire to get this over with.” Now that I’ve given it more thought, I don’t think this is ‘hee hoo Green is Diet Link’. I think Green is still feeling unnerved about it (see footnote 1), but its perhaps muddled over him trying to keep the others from backing out.

footnote 77: of course vio knows statistics

footnote 78: Vio calling himself a traitor here, I think is an implication of how he considers himself a villain but… if he’s a traitor to Shadow, who is the ‘villain’ here, at the very least it’s morally grey territory. i think. i don’t know man

footnote 79: I believe this also happens right after footnote 48

footnote 80: Okay but the fact that this is ‘twice will happen thrice’. This has happened twice to Vio (Shadow and Red). The third time would be Ravio.

footnote 81: Wind specifically being mentioned here is important I think. I don’t know why its important but it feels important. especially since he was the one who stood up to Green.

footnote 82: crying

“Vio freezes, words going still in his throat as they choke him. He’s getting overly emotional. He’s getting worked up. His feelings are trying to exhume themselves.”

I feel like this is a direct callback to the start of the chapter. Vio says that he can put all his emotions into boxes to save them for when he becomes One. I think the boxes are beginning to overflow.

footnote 84: another continuation of footnote 48, 72, and 79 I think.

footnote 85: Vio throwing shade at Green

footnote 86: blue performed a whoopsies

footnote 87: Derealization moment I think. Which honestly, yeah with all the screaming going on in this scene I can. yeah.

“Vio turns and sees Wild, lowering a serving tray down, upon which rests four cups full of steaming tea.”

Four cups, but I think in this case the four are Vio, Blue, Green, and Sky. I don’t think there’s anyone else in this part of the conversation.

footnote 88: IMPORTANT!! IMPORTANT SHIT HERE!! SOUND THE ALARMS. Not only is it a title drop, but we also have Shadow beginning to understand that he can be more than just one thing. He was created by Ganon to be evil, yes, but then in the manga Zelda tells him that he is as much a hero as the colors are. I think this is a scene that will come into play later if the entity at the forge is in fact Shadow. or if there’s any future Shadow related plot points.

footnote 89: I think Vio might be the only color capable of lying. In chapter 53 we hear that Blue nor Green can (or are good at) lying. Red being able to lie isn’t brought up, but I’d assume it to be the same scenario.

footnote 90: quote straight out of the manga

“Everyone else moves an instant after Legend’s fist crashes into Wild’s eye, to pull them apart or join in the fight, Vio isn’t sure.”

Here we learn that Legend punches Wild! I’m pretty sure this is where his knuckles get injured, and its the wound Hyrule’s blood heals.

footnote 91: Shadow dies and then Ganon shows up, so it is… a situation, that’s for sure! Unless Adjuration takes a different spin on that part of the manga. Vio calling himself a villain again is also important because he does not define himself as a hero.

““I’m not letting go of Red,” Blue says, as passive a threat as a sheet of ice above a turbulent river. “Take me if you need to, but not Red.””

It seems like all of the colors understand now that they are (?) their swords. He’s telling Warriors to take himself, but not Red, in reference to disarming. Also, more ice and water symbolism!

footnote 92: ‘singular point of light’. I feel like this might be a contribution to shattering a Light spell

footnote 93: fire imagery for Red!

footnote 94: IT WAS THE WORD FOUR. okay good I wasn’t tripping. I think the black paint here is for Shadow. And since its Link doing this, I think that it is proof that its not just Vio who wants Shadow back but rather All the colors.

footnote 95: callbacks to all the training flashbacks of Link and his father, I think

footnote 96: Ravio says that Four does not fail, and then the footnote is a flashback of him failing to exist after merging back together for the first time. short king stay winning

footnote 97: MINISH CAP MENTIONED. but also ‘happy and warm and safe and red’.... more Red imagery

footnote 98: I think this must be shortly before the adventure begins. Link isn’t split, but he knows that he is able to. So it has to be after the Four Sword is removed from the seal, but before the journey starts else he’d probably be addressed as Four here.

““But we keep going there, so it’s not entirely out of the running?” Warriors asks, trying to make sense of the plot. / “It wasn’t, but it is now.” Ravio sighs. “Dink isn’t sending you there, he isn’t going there if he can help it. The risks far outweigh the benefits.”

refer back to my deranged ramblings about Dink losing a smidgen of control of the situation in regards to this quote.

footnote 99: More wondering of how Ravio learns there’s 5 instead of 4. It’s not mentioned in the Palace of the Four Sword as far as I’m aware

footnote 100: again I am pointing at my deranged ramblings above.

footnote 101: In comparison to Green wanting to get it over with, Link being entirely in agreement to split again here is important. The seal will hold for years, they have time to exist. Why spend that time needlessly suffering?

footnote 102: I would ALSO like to know what happened to the Four Sword Ravio. also cute nickname hours and domestic color times.

footnote 103: MINISH CAP CALLBACK to Zelda and Link being childhood friends. It’s also a FS manga callback but shhhh

““The fate of the Four Sword is not relevant to the mission at hand… Captain.””

The hesitation here. I think it means something. I feel as if its to be directed at someone else (maybe Vio?) that this point of the story isn’t important yet.

footnote 104: And here’s the distinction between Four and the colors, in the 14 links guide.

footnote 105: Green is not Diet Link and we all will die on this hill

“One revelation at a time, Ravio chips away at the stone of Vio’s heart.”

More earth elemental imagery for Vio

footnote 106: (we did it we made it to the last one holy shit.) and of course the last footnote is domestic color moments, and its just… so bittersweet.

““Hey Vio? Can you finish this for me?” Ravio calls him back to the real world. He’s kneeling over a small pile of books, pointing to the righted bookcase by the front door. “I need to check on someone.””

This is absolutely done on purpose. “Between History of Masks and Hytopian History of High Fashion, entirely unassuming, is Cia’s spellbook.” There is absolutely zero way that this part, getting Vio to see Cia’s book here, was not intentionally orchestrated by Ravio.

“What this Palace could be Vio has no idea, yet he thinks the answer to both questions might be one and the same.”

alright we did it. we finished the play by play. a few wrap up thoughts and then class is dismissed.

ranking my theories based on how probable I think they are.

1: Shadow is the one at the forge.

2: Wind and Green’s animosity is going to become a key point later on.

3: The ‘he’ mentioned in Ravio’s letter to Vio is Shadow.

4: The ‘he’ mentioned in Ravio’s letter to Vio is Wind from after the War of Ages.

5: Future Vio is the one at the forge.

6: Future Vio is being assisted by future Wind at the forge.

7: Cia’s spellbook is going to corrupt the colors, leading to the versions of the colors that Legend fights. Could possibly be an alternate timeline

8: The Palace of the Four Sword was put in the Dark World by malicious forces to keep the chain from getting something important out of there.

overall this chapter absolutely demolished my mental state metaphorically and literally. revision glowmin will return at a later time to maybe make this more coherent but I unfortunately sold my braincell already. i heart adjuration but it needs to start paying rent.

#glow whispers and junk #this is an adjuration #im normal about this i swear i promise im normal about this #i might tidy this up later but... i needed to get the thoughts out #final wordcount is like 8k. christ

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"Feverish Lust" Sniper X Y/N (SMUT)

todays the days lad. This is going to be AFAB (if you're AMAB or would like a gender neutral smut post pls dm me! I don't know how to respectively right AMAB smut so I would enjoy the help~) I was in the mood okayyyyyyyyyy

It was one of the hottest days in New Mexico, the sun beamed on everything in sight. It was the weekend for the mercs but the warmth drove them crazy...Scout and Pyro burned ants alive with a magnifying glass, Spy and Medic were both sun tanning and everyone else tried to find something to distract themselves from the unbearable heat. Instead of joining everyone else, Sniper made the decision to stay put and maintain watch. He established himself in his tower, which was a full 5% cooler than the outside elements. Breathing silently, he muttered to himself from time to time while wiping sweat from his forehead. He meticulously adjusted his eye to the scope to maintain his vigilant post.

Y/N had spent her time outside with the rest of the mercs fanning herself and sighing. "If I don't die on that battlefield it's this fuckin sun that's taking me" An annoyed groan slipped out of her mouth. "Has anyone seen Sniper?"

"He's in the leetle tower," Heavy declared firmly, with a slouch and a literature book in hand. "I haven't seen since morning."

"Ja, him and his isolation" Medic followed up with as he held a tanning mirror to his face, his eyes were covered with black heart sunglasses. Scout handed the magnifying glass over to Pyro and rolled onto his back spreading his body out on the floor "You should check up on him, Y/N. Make sure he ain't cookin' up in there." Scout held his eyes tight as his body faced the sun. "Okay. I'll check back in a few minutes." She got up and headed on over.

Y/N held her hand up to the sun and scrunched her face together as she walked over to the tower's ladder. "God does he really have to be up there" She squeezed her eyes more as she climbed her way to the top. Even if she kept her eyes shut the sun seemed to pierce through. Using all of her weight to push her up to the top she dusted herself off and tapped on his door. Knock knock "Mundy? Are you in there?"

"The door is open" Sniper called back, his voice muffled by the thickness of the door. Y/N opened it to find a slouched-over Sniper with his rifle, his left leg was bent and he left his right one crossed "Hi Sheila," he greeted her with a warm smile, still focused on the scope. "How are you holding up in this heat?" Y/N adjusted her tank top and looked at the window, feeling the warmth on her face. "It's definitely boiling up here," she responded. "I'm doing fine."

Y/N walked over to Sniper and sat down next to him. "You don't look fine." Sniper looked away from the inside of his rifle and froze for a second, looking straight at Y/N "What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N giggled. "Nuthin." Y/N and Sniper stared at each other in silence. They both admired each other. They fell into each other's eyes and Sniper's lips parted. Y/N snapped out of it and coughed, looking away as her body heat worsened. "Anyways..everyone just wanted to see if you were okay....yk..not dying up here." A grin formed on Sniper's face and he put his rifle away. "I'm doing okay. It is a bit steamy though, Dontcha think?" Y/N's eyes side glanced away, looking at the desk behind him. "Always nice to have company."

Y/N nodded and she formed her hands into fists, clenching tightly.

Sniper's eyes were open but they seemed to drift off to another place. His eyelids were heavy, sultry even. He looked disconnected even though he was facing Y/N. "Mundy? You in there?" Y/N said waving her hand in front of his face. Sniper snapped back to reality and shook his head a little, getting a grip. "Ah..Sorry." His cheeks seemed flushed despite the humid air. Y/N leaned in as Sniper's body leaned back and she softly held his hand "Is everything okay?? You look sickly...heated." She tilted her head playfully.

"Your eyes," he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground. His hat obscured his eyes, but his lips and chin were visible. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "They're stunning, Sheila. They're. ah-." He scoffed a little and went silent again. Sniper was never the best at expressing his feelings. He often found himself alone or quiet in the presence of the mercenaries as he didn't have much to contribute during discussions. As a result, he never really developed a strong voice for himself. "Heavenly. They're so heavenly.." Sniper grinned, feeling satisfied with his description. Y/N smiled at him and leaned in to thank Sniper for his words with a whispered "Thank you, Mundy."

He felt her breath on his ear, she rested her legs between his and her cheek touched his. With a soft touch of her index finger, she traced the outlines of his vest. "You look absolutely adorable," she whispered. Sniper was taken aback by her word, he acted on his instincts and confidently grasped Y/N's waist. With his bony hands firmly in control of her back, she couldn't help but catch her breath. "I'm sorry-" he said as he quickly withdrew his hand and placed it down on the ground. Y/N gently placed his hand on her hips and looked him in the eyes "It's okay." At that moment, Sniper's heart began to race at an alarming rate, almost as if it was about to burst out of his chest. "Sheila."

"Yes?"

"I don't feel well."

"Then let me help you with that." Y/N rolled her hips over to Sniper's waist, now sitting on him. She tilted her face more to the side and kissed him seductively. Her lips glazing his, the smooth texture of his aftershave turned her on. They kept pushing their lips up onto each other and soon enough their tongues had intertwined. Sniper's erection grew as Y/N's saliva had become thicker. The tips of his fingers held tighter on her waist as Y/N started to move her legs "M-undy." Her voice was uneven. They stopped to take a breath, both of them stared at each other and bathed in their looks. Y/N lowered her eyes down to his pants and unzipped them.

Y/N let Sniper's erection free, slowly taking his boxers off. Sniper's eyes trailed off behind her in embarrassment. He had sex once, but it wasn't very good, he masturbates rarely. Sniper's libido is low but when it's around Y/N it heightens, Y/N is the only one who can really make him feel this way but it messes with his brain on how he's not well experienced.

Y/N examined Sniper's cock. It was long, about 5 inches and he was uncircumcised. Y/N pulled her hair behind her ear and bent her chest down, putting her mouth around the tip. A shock sprung all around Sniper and his eyes widened, the stimulation was unreal. His breath quickened and he closed his eyes. "Y/N..gh.." He threw his head back as her mouth took over more of him. She could feel the core of his cock and how firm it was, each time her lips went up and down a twitch would ensue. Y/N had gone faster and this made Sniper go crazy. His eyes fluttered, and a sudden rush of euphoria spread around his body. Y/N's body was equally hot as her tongue ran from the top to the bottom of his cock, the feeling of his veins and the curve of his tip made her weak.

Sniper was on the edge, he wasn't used to this feeling, his arms started to shake as he tried to find something to grab onto. His grunts became heavier as if he couldn't breathe and he clenched his fists. "Y/-Y/N!" he screamed out, even talking was making him overstimulate. Y/N knew he was close. She squeezed his thigh and pushed her nails into it as she ran her mouth and hand through the rest of his cock. Sniper's eyes scrunched as his mouth opened and small squeaks spewed out. He raised his hand and grabbed Y/N's hair in desperation and pushed her mouth down as he came into her throat. "ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hh....." His eyes rolled back from his overstimulation. His mind was blurry, he just grunted until he couldn't. A gush of sperm streatmed into Y/N's throat, making her choke a little. She pushed herself away and took a deep breath, cum running down her chin.

"did that help...?"

GN YALL THIS WAS MY FIRST SMUT (that I uploaded) IM LOWKEY SCARED TO BUT YOU BITCHES ONLY LIVE ONCE ILOVE YALL SM TYSM FOR READIN <33333

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 fanfic #tf2 headcanons #tf2 sniper #team fortress sniper #team fortress 2 sniper #smut #lemon #team fortress 2 headcanons #team fortress 2 fanfiction #fanfiction #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper x reader

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perelka-l · 1 year

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Idk what other fandoms you have outside the Naruto fandom sooo how 'bout Madara

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i know those links on my profile don't work in mobile and idk how to fix that???? but ye i have a handy dandy list lol

Anyway, meme time:

favorite thing about them

He's a big emotional dumbass with dumbassery maybe rivalring his hair he is absolutely horrible and look how far that got him. Also, six paths form. And everything. Man, it's hard to choose. He's a well constructed villain and also it's kinda cool how whole series starts with mentioning that name in hushed voices of disbelief and fear. for a reason huh.

least favorite thing about them

"i only ever use a jutsu once" bitch and yet you used susanoo over 2137 times in this series shut the fuck up and stop stroking your dick in front of everyone's faces

favorite line

ya think i will say it's about the second meteorite. it is indeed, the second meteorite line. I mean. It's that line, it's excellent for a reason.

brOTP

That man has no bros. Honestly. He doesn't. I cannot answer this question, I have nothing in my mind, he canonically literally scared everyone away and nobody wanted to associate with him, he isn't bitchless, he is broless.

OTP

Oh man, where do I start. I will just go for those that I have most thots about, okie?

For starters, MadaIzu. Like, ofc we didn't have much of them shown but a) Uchiha is incest anyway and I will stand by it and b) Izuna was shown to be the only one that stood next to Madara. Nobody, literally almost nobody in this series could ever achieve that, no matter how willing one was - and Izuna was, I assume, entirely here for Madara. Maybe even was one of few people that thought about him, maybe even had him wrapped around his little finger and Madara would do a lot for his little bro. Man.

MadaObi. WHERE DO I EVEN START like I feel like I am going crazy when I start thinking about it. They are connected on so many fields, Obito being his descendant, Madara getting his body, stitching it together (man, there was that one fantastic art with old madara and obito.... doing precisely that), literally putting his hands on this boy's heart and sealing it (POETRY), brainwashing into becoming himself and later using Obito for all his worth, giving him life and choosing when to take it away, and Obito starting to resists like jfc my brainworms. I like them both as also shit jiji and bratty mago. THEY ARE JUST SO GOOD FUCKKKKKKKK I AM GNAWING AT MY HOODIE LIKE A RABID ANIMAL AAAAAA

HashiMada. That's all. Although... I like it a bit darker, not in means of whump and such but I can't help but thing that Hashirama unknowingly stumbled on something that swallowed both of them. Hashirama may have best interests in heart, but he isn't a good person, and Madara... Madara has his own issues. More below.

MadaTobi is nice. I always found it hilarious how similar they are and yet so different, and I like to think that's why they are so appealing together. Those two are not alright but maybe that's why they could have a relationship that would be akin to watching a slow hurricane in a distance. Gorgeous but pity everyone in its path. Those lads have mental issues but both are crazy scientists, and both are prickly cats, yanno?

I FORGOT MADAGAI HOW COULD I SFJKHD YALL KNOW WHY PPL SHIP THIS SHIT AND ME TOO OK

nOTP

nothing comes to my mind atm

random headcanon

A dumbass ace. And he is a dumbass. Well, more like mentally ill, not like those two things cancel out, but he really genuinely didn't question a moment when he heard a voice in his head say "do x thing" and he just fucking goes and does it. If you ask me, that guy even without zetsu around has some real fucking issues that are either exploited (hashi i see you you fucking whore) or misunderstood... And his power makes it dangerous because he can achieve all that he wants.

unpopular opinion

fem madara superiority ganggggggggggggggggg aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

song i associate with them

Some are: Not Worth Remembering (Turk Dietrich Remix) by SONOIO, Tomorrow by Lorn, Sweet Shadows by Daughter Darling, NO FEAR by §E▲ ▓F D▓G§, Mavericks by Johnossi, Arzusun by Niyaz*, Candy Shop by Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire, Szamar Madar by Venetian Snares, The Elm Guest House by Gefradah, Velvet Divorce by Sneaker Pimps*, Begin Again by Purity Ring, SINKING by Diskette Park, Subterranean and Empires Lost by melodysheep, Voices in the Static by Hybrid*.

Songs marked with * are 6P specific... Yeah.

favorite picture of them

bitch

#answers #anon #anonymous #man that was long #i have a lot of thoughts about that guy #i could go on and on but it's late asjkdhfsdjf i will continue repolying tmr #thank you aaaaaaall #i like to think in obscure aus its butsuma that is madaras bro dont ask me why #character meme

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bring 'em back alive was when i really started to enjoy ketch, so that's fun. it also has insane sam and cas times. when left alone, they just kill princes of hell and rehabilitate traumatized archangels. no big, you know? just dudes being bros

once again, i am THRILLED to see felicia day on my television screen. once again, au!charlie does not hold a candle to OG!charlie. i miss the relationship she had with the boys, i miss hers and dean's friendship. i still maintain that charlie was one of the few people that dean could absolutely be his unfiltered self around. charlie wants absolutely nothing from dean and he trusts her absolutely. in dean's mind, he needs to be a certain way for both sam and cas. he needs to maintain the persona of who he thinks they see him as, which means that he always has to THINK about how he holds himself around them. (of course, sam and cas just want dean to be HIMSELF but dean won't allow himself to see that) so yeah, anyway, charlie doesn't want anything from dean except for him to just BE dean. and i miss her immensely.

cas' irritation with sam over allowing dean to go by himself is right and valid. cas' bitchiness upon finding that dean went with ketch might not be right and valid but it SURE IS FUNNY sam is like "dean wanted to go solo" and cas says "you do understand that your brother is an idiot, correct" or is that not how the scene went

i would KILL to see a scene in which cas tells someone to open up and let the choo-choo in. this is what i DESERVE

omgggggggg lucifer is so annoying so annoying so annoying (this will be my opinion on everything lucifer from here on out. buckleming and their insistent hardon for lucifer WHY)

why does every single male within a fifty root radius of dean eventually fall in love with him? it's just his POWER and ketch baby, you're a victim to it

there's something delightfully spooky about when castiel walks into the room to find it covered with enochian. it's a good shot.

the second ketch exhibited actual concern for dean, i started to like him. i'd always had kind of a 'wow ketch is crazy (affectionate)' feeling for him that grew in s13 because by then he's a cringefail assassin but here was when i started to say HOORAY KETCH IS HERE. (i am WEAK for when ketch calls dean 'lad'. i can't help it. dean winchester and the power of his bisexual bowlegs have won this british assassin's heart)

i choose to think that instead of sam's impassioned speech bringing gabriel back, gabriel just started to speak because he has a strict 'no ass for cash' policy and needed to correct him

also gabriel's "wtf i don't wanna join your shitty team" reaction is VERY valid! he SHOULD want to run away from the winchesters! cas is SO charmingly naive here. "you cannot turn your back on your father's creation". it is definitely how CAS thinks but cas has always been a bit of a special case

#doth watches spn

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chidoroki · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers S2EP1

aka: the boys are back in town ♫

Oh thank god we're picking up right where season one left off with no recap in sight. Exactly what I wanna see!

Who the hell was quick enough to beat Kisaki up and save Takemichi when the lights went out huh?

This place at the side of the river where Takemichi is now.. I vaguely recognize it from some of the season’s previews.

BAJI???? I.. what? WHAT? Sir you died in this timeline didn’t you? They were just talking about you and how Kisaki apologized for it!

Wait, did they ever mention last episode that Baji was actually dead..? Okay yeah, looking back they did mention he died on Halloween. So.. I’m still confused on how he’s here now apparently? Unless that ain’t even him and I’m rambling for nothing. I dunno, I screamed and paused when this guy showed up.

Real talk though, I know how the series ends. There was a lot of chatter when the last couple chapters were being released, so naturally, I got curious and read the last three and yeah.. kinda disappointing how fucking quick everything was resolved and ended (I feel your pain, TPN did the same), but at least we’re all happy? I guess? Anyway I’ll shut up now. I know little to nothing of everything that happened in between last season and the very end.

Ohhh shit, it was Kazutora who saved him! I wished I would’ve recognized his voice more.. that would’ve helped. I love that he still has that little bell earring.

Okay well never the fuck mind then, now he’s beating up Takemichi.

Hold up, he wanted to save Chifuyu? Mmhhm okay, good. Good. I wish you did save my boy. I’m starting to warm up to you now.

Aww but he was there to pick Kazutora up when he was released from prison! Best boy!

Yeah Toman has really got batshit crazy. Y’all gotta fix that.

Ah cmon, Pah and Peh were murdered last night too? I’m trying to think who else at that table was part of the old Toman since they’re getting targeted apparently.. the dude that always smiles and the guy with the blue hair with the swirl I think (it’s been a long while, I’ll remember names eventually). And Hanma too, but he wasn’t originally Toman.

Oh, speak of the devil, there’s the blue haired guy. And these other two guys from Black Dragon I remember from last season and recognize from previews. Three of ‘em working close under Kisaki? Oh dear..

Good, so Naoto is alive, just who knows where.

Ah, there he is.. and he’s handcuffing Takemichi. Alrighty. So much for a touching reunion.

Oh even Kazutora was blindsided by this, oops.

Every time the episode fades to black I’m expecting to see the new OP and every time I get nothing! Ah! Stop teasing me.

Damn dude, Takemichi really changes when he moves between timelines huh? That video of him was totally unlike our crybaby.

Ah fuck, so he’s the one who gave Akkun the order to kill Hinata?

Okay so he didn’t know that it was her who was gonna be killed, the second video proved that, but still. How do ya go back in time to fix that when you’re sorta the problem? I mean, can’t we all just agree to kill Kisaki? Yeah? No? Okay.

“I can only go back to today 12 years ago! There’s no way I can save him [Baji]!” If I didn’t know how it all ended, I would’ve been far more upset with this.

“Tetta Kisaki clearly has some obsession with you and my sister.” I think I know the reason via my many random glances at the manga but not completely sure..? But if it’s for the reason I think, then he’s so dramatic.

Oooh back to the past and we’re on a bowling date with our lady. Not only that but he got three strikes? Nice going lad!

Oh my god, the way she tossed the ball was adorable.

Ah great, the blue haired guy got a strike in the lane right next to us. Hakkai is his name right? Pretty sure he’s already part of Toman at this point. I know I’ve seen him in previous fights.

And that was his sister off to the side too right? Only know that ‘cause I had tagged her in stuff already.

Aahh Chifuyu! So happy to see you even if only in the ending! (for now).

So many names I gotta go back and remember, oh boy.

There’s our tall guy Hanma! Ngl I’m kinda excited to see more of him? I dunno what changed in me since season one but yeah, went back and watched a few of his scenes again and I like him.

Those white jackets I thought were from Valhalla but these ones got “Tokyo Kai” on ‘em, so are we switching? Because honestly I loved that style of bomber jacket more than the black Toman ones. Not really sure though, since a bunch of other scenes have the originals.

Ending sequence and the song were nice though.

Well now, lot to take in from the first ep but so glad to see everyone again!

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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amiscreations · 2 years

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Seeing Skid Row in Concert 20/10/2022✨

This was my first ever rock concert and wow did it set the bar high! I saw them in Brighton with my sister, and the support bands were Collateral and Enuff Z’nuff. the venue was essentially a small nightclub, definitely not designed with bands like Skid Row in mind, but it just made it more intimate and a better vibe overall🥰 I can honestly say that this was one of the best nights on my life so far, and I'll try my best to recount the events. Pictures will be posted soon!

Even tho we got there about 90 mins before doors, we were still second in line and were let in after about 40 mins.

I was talking to a lady in the line as well who had seen the Stadium Tour, and basically every rock band you could think of.

like we would name drop and she would say “aw yes i’ve seen them they're great i’m friends with x members” I honestly love that for her she was so cool.

I was expecting to be waiting for a while so I didn't have my tickets ready and was panicking trying to find them lmao. I was right near the front of the line ofc so I was panicking and holding everyone up but it was fine in the end😂

after that fiasco that wast really a fiasco we went in and we were RIGHT FRONT AND FUCKIN CENTER YALL!

it wasn't long at all until Collateral, the first support act, came on and they were actually aMAZING???

They were all on the younger side so I love that they chose up and coming bands to support.

I also forgot how loud live music is let alone rock/metal music rip my ears and I could feel the bass in my fuckin bones

The lead singer of Collateral was the biGGEST HOE EVER I LOVE HIM SM

mans was pullin shapes and swishing his long af hair around I love that

at one point he got up onto the barrier and was singing right into this one woman’s soul, she was holding onto his hips and he was holding her face with one had uUHHH it was all very hoe-ish of him and I know that woman was absolutely living

the guitarist also tried to crowd surf (I think?) but I think the security stopped him AKDJFKHJ so he was just kinda sitting on the barrier shredding on the guitar as you do ofc

anyways yeah Collateral were cool af and very early Skid Row esque you should check them out!

The next support act was Enuff Z’nuff and oh my god were they eccentric.

I've heard of the band before and i’ve listened to a few of their songs but I didn't know how cool they were live!

Chip, the lead singer and bassist, is just the epitome of seasoned glam rocker dude and he was so chaotic.

as in the band entered the stage to circus music (you know the one I mean) and I was like oH ok this is what we’re dealing with.

thy also played a glam metal version of Eleanor Rigby which was beautiful and unexpected.

one of the guitarists looked so much like Mike from the Young Ones as well, and the drummer was also v cute I think I might have a small crush on him-

but now its the time you've all been waiting for: SKID MF ROW ARE IN THE HOUSEEE

the last song the venue played before Skid Row went on was Crazy Train and everyone was losing their shit it was awesome

just as they were coming onto the stage Scotti gave me The Eyes™ and I almost evaporated there and then. boi was also wearing sO much eyeliner it was beautiful.

btw incase you didn't know the new singer for Skid Row is a very dapper younger lad by the name of Erik Grönwall, lets just say he will be a very important character throughout the rest of this report.

before they went into the first song and the guitars were just kinda reverbing, Erik just stood right in fucking front of me and sTARED AT EVERONE WITH THE BIGGEST GRIN ON HIS FACE LFJKLDHFKD IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT YALL

they opened with Slave to the Grind and

wow

just wow

they sound iNCREDIBLE live and Erik has the most AMAZING VOICE OH MY FUCKIN JESUS

(no we’re not going to compare them but just to put things into perspective, yes it was just like 80-90s Sebastian Bach)

Erik was also just aggressively head banging at every given opportunity my neck hurt just watching him but you could tell the man was just having the time of his life up there

he is also just sO. FUCKING. CHARMING

YOU CANT NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I JUST- UUUGHHH

It was also in this first song where the initial realisation sunk in that this is THE Skid Row

as in this is the same Scotti, Snake and Rachel that I watch in all those live performances and interviews and just random videos from the 80s and 90s, and who are probably besties with some of my other favourite musicians and-

Rachel also had a sparkly bass which was so beautiful I want 34 of my own

also no-one told he that Scotti Hill was slightly unhinged djkjfkgh

he would just sTARE at you with The Eyes™ while playing and it was very intimidating so I just stared back when he would do it to me

I guess not many people can say they've had a staring contest with Scotti Hill but here we are😪

They played In A Darkened Room and Psychotherapy which I did NOT expect but I very much appreciate as they are two of my faves

also during IADR Erik Took someones phone and recorded the crowd and the band, I wonder how it feels to have a video as iconic as that one on your phone?

The stage was also small af too so Erik would just stand right at the edge (towering tf over me I might add skskjhkfg) and would knock off all the wires there LMAO

the security had to keep picking them up idk I just thought that that was so funny

another cool thing about Erik that Rachel mentioned is that before Covid happened, Erik was a support act for Skid Row while they were touring, and now hE’S THE LEAD SINGER OF THE BAND HE WAS SUPPORTING THREE YEARS AGO???? AWWWW???

honestly the rest of the night was kind of a blur (in a good way!)

that was until they played I Remember You

it was all going fine and dandy when I randomly decided to reach out my hand

and the beautiful bastard that is Erik Grönwall

REACHED OUT AND HELD MY MF HAND WHILE SINGING RIGHT AT ME

our fingers were interlinked for only a few seconds (I actually dont remember how long it was my brain was freaking out) but within those few seconds I officially sold my soul to Erik

my main character moment

a true core memory for sure

I did see a video someone took of the whole song but you couldn't see me and Erik h*lding h*nds in it lkdgfkldgh😭

he also took someones phone again and recorded everyone which was cool bc everyone had their phones lit up🥰

They closed with Youth Gone Wild which was just perfect because me and my sister were, for this entire concert, the mf youth gone wild🥰

earlier Rachel even said that x song was “from our first album, which was released before some of you guys were even born by the looks of things” and stared straight at me with That Smile Of His

Scotti and Snake were also just jamming together and living their best lives while playing Youth Gone Wild it was beautiful🥰

also when Erik sang “a boss screaming in my ear...” he gestured at Rachel LMAOO

while they were playing the outro I got to high-five Erik once again and I also got to fist bump Rachel, Scotti and Rob

and that was that!

I got a poster and also got to meet Chip there too! he was so cool!

just as we were leaving we also met Snake outside skjhgfsghjkf

he was honestly sO SWEET OH MY GOD

I was very very VERY awkward as i’ve never met anyone famous before and was definitely nOT expecting to meet him and I was also in a rush

we talked for a little bit and took a photo together

I got to hug him twice and that was honestly the cherry on top of a perfect night

i’m having withdrawals already I miss them all sm😭

#thank you for coming to my concert report #hopefully I can make this a regular thing #because I now cRAVE to be at more concerts like this one #there's something about the smaller intimate venue that is just unmatched #lets just say the bar is vERY HIGH #anyways if you're in the UK and are thinking of seeing Skid Row fUCKIN DO IT #even if you dont really listen to them they are amazing #and you will fall head over heels in love with Erik its impossible not to #and hopefully they tour again next year too bc I will for sure be going again #concert log #concert report #live music #rock music #heavy metal #classic rock #glam metal #hair metal #Skid Row

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harrison-abbott · 4 months

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James Jep

Lots of people thought Jep was crazy. I always thought he was different, but not crazy. He certainly wasn’t judgemental – like all of the folks who judged him. And he grew up two streets away from me, so he was a proper neighbourhood lad. Perhaps that was the main reason I wanted to help him. But, shhh. I’m not supposed to tell anybody this.

It started for real – the modern spate of ‘crazy’ incidents – when Jep lost consciousness in the supermarket. None of us actually saw it; so we had to rely on verbal accounts from other people. And there were differing versions of the story.

Somebody said that he fainted because of the heat. Another person said that he had a seizure, due to his heavy alcohol drinking. Either way, he definitely conked out in the middle of the shop floor, and he whacked his head off the nearby shelf. He cut his head when he landed.

The security guard had seen the fall on one of his camera screens. And then came to find out what happened. He pulled Jep up by the shoulders. And Jep gradually woke up. To find this blood all over the floor and down his shirt. He panicked. Jep was afraid of the security guard because he was scared of men in fluorescence anyway. So he shot up.

Lots of people had stopped and were looking at him. Jep started singing. What did he sing? Somebody said it was a Rolling Stones song, others said it was a classic ABBA track. But, yes, he started belting out this song, with this gash on his forehead, and he ran out bleeding from the supermarket.

And then didn’t come home for over two days.

I went around to his place to see him because I was concerned. He had a plaster on his head. And he looked ill.

“Did you go to the hospital, Jep?” I asked.

“For what?”

“For the knock on your face.”

“Ah. Nah, it’s just a little mark.”

“It doesn’t look little …”

“Meh.”

“And what’s this stuff about you singing?”

“Huh?”

“You were singing an ABBA song.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

That was when he was in his kitchen, sitting at the table with his grey skin and mindless eyes. I didn’t see him again for ten days.

Until I saw him in my back garden. He banged on my living room window whilst I was inside, reading a book, and I can’t remember the last time I got such a fright. I got up and opened the window.

“Jep! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Hey, Sam. They’re after me.” He was sweating and panting. “Can I come in?”

I couldn’t exactly refuse him. He smelled of chemicals and his breathing was hoarse and he sat down behind the door and hugged his knees. And again repeated that They were after him. “Who is after you, Jep? You’re not making any sense.”

“You know who, Sam! The people we’ve been terrified of our entire lives. But I didn’t do anything. They can’t peg a crime on me. They’ll try. But I know I’m innocent.”

He trembled on the carpet, huddled and shaking. I sat on the couch and looked at him. And just as I was about to offer him a glass of water [this being all I could think to do at the present moment], the front doorbell rang. Jep jumped, as if he’d been shocked.

“Did you tell them I was here?” he whispered.

“No …”

“Oh. Sam – not you as well.”

“I don’t know who it is, Jep.”

I crossed to the other side of the living room and looked out the window into the front garden. There was the postman waiting at the front door with a parcel.

“Jep. It’s just the postie. For Christ’s sake. Hang on a second.”

I went down the corridor and opened the front door and the postman handed me the package and we thanked each other and I just the door and that was it.

When I got back into the living room, Jep wasn’t there anymore. He’d left through the back garden door, which was slightly ajar … and when I went into the back garden there was no sign of him. I called his number but he never picked up.

The next I heard of him was through another friend. Who called me up one evening.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey. What’s up. Have you heard about Jep?”

“No? What did he do now?”

“He robbed the petrol station.”

We didn’t have to rely on word of mouth this time. Because they’d caught it on CCTV and it was on the news. Jep had run in to the little store by the petrol station, with a bread knife, and had ordered the girl clerk to put the till money in a bin bag. Jep hadn’t even bothered to wear a mask.

The clerk was terrified but she was bemused as well because there was hardly any cash in the counter. She threw the measly pile of notes and coins in the bin bag and then Jep escaped with it.

Now the police are looking for Jep.

Nobody knows where he is.

The police came around to my house the other days. Since I’m his friend. I’ve never been questioned by the authorities before and to have these suspicious aggressive men in your home is unnerving.

During the questioning, they kept referring to him as James. Which is his real name. I actually don’t remember how Jep got his nickname. It’s been so long that he was known as Jep that it was odd to hear him be called James.

I think it was because of this old collie dog that used to live around the block. Except, that dog didn’t quite live anywhere, due to its constant roaming and ceaseless energy. It was a real fun dog – used to play football with us – and his name was Jep. The dog was totally insane. He never stopped running or snarling or doing something manic. We were half scared of the canine and half in love with him.

He’d often steal our football in his teeth and dart away with it – when he got annoyed that he wasn’t getting enough attention with the ball.

His intense energy levels only stopped when he got hit and killed by a car out on the main motorway. And the driver, whoever it was, never even stopped, and just left Jep lying there on the concrete.

Jep the boy, the human, was almost as frantic and restless as Jep the dog. We knew that when we were kids. And so somebody called James Jep, one day, and the nickname stuck and resonated. The way good nicknames often do.

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《 robert sheehan. genderfluid, he/her. comet neowise- sleeping at last 》 oh my, there goes JUNIPER JONES. the 33 year old SELKIE is currently working at UNEMPLOYED. they’ve been in salem, ma for 1 WEEK. they are known around town as THE HUNTED. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be AFFECTIONATE and INTUITIVE while also being WITHDRAWN and SELF DESTRUCTIVE, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

&. origins and family

FULL NAME: Juniper Jones NICKNAME(S): June, it's all he was able to get out the first time someone asked her name before choking up, and it's close enough that it doesn't bother her. DATE OF BIRTH: January 9th, 1990 AGE: 33 GENDER + PRONOUNS: Genderfluid, he/her PLACE OF BIRTH: Roan Inish, Ireland PARENTS: Juniper's parents are as unknown to him as any of his past; selkies raise offspring in pods as opposed to family units anyways, so it's really not as uncommon or upsetting as it sounds. Generally speaking, a juvenile selkie would have any number of reliable adult figures to depend upon. SIBLINGS: None, June was the first and last pup her pod. RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: None. They were all either killed or taken by the same poachers that captured Juniper, and the few he was taken alongside were quickly sold off to different buyers across the world. PETS: None. Not very partial to the idea of pets, either. Why can't you eat them?

&. physical

HEIGHT: 6′ BUILD: An absolute beanpole of a lad. Carries it well when healthy, more willowy and lean as opposed to frail. NATIONALITY: Irish ETHNICITY: Caucasian DISTINGUISHING FACIAL FEATURES: Big, eternally mournful eyes. Strong nose. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown with lighter brown highlights due to spending so much time in the sun. USUAL HAIR STYLE: Never does much with it, just lets it be in its natural curly state. At the very most, he will tie it back in a pony, if it's an exceptionally hot day and the humidity gets to be too much. EYE COLOR: Green COMPLEXION: Not super pale, just due to the fact that she's been out in the sun for weeks on end at this point; like white people's version of golden. Clear skin, not much in the way of freckles or moles, just a few worry lines starting to crop up between his brows. DISABILITIES: Selective mutism due to trauma WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER THEIR BEST FEATURE: Juniper has quite literally never thought about himself in that way before. WORST THEY’VE EVER BEEN INJURED: Juniper has spent the vast majority of his life with any number of injuries, be it bruises, cuts, sprained joints, etc. But the worst injury would probably have to be from when he was about 20; one of the newer humans his captors had brought around had been having second thoughts, and tried to help Juniper escape. It was impulsive and poorly thought out, and ended with the human dead and June sporting a broken arm and a broken will.

&. appearance

FAVORITE OUTFIT: Hates the feel of most clothes, truth be told. Will not suffer a pair of shoes or a close fitting shirt. Very fond of soft, flowy things- oversized button downs and cardigans, skirts, caftans (a very nice old lady human introduced him to caftans at the beach one day and changed his life). Absolutely adores crazy patterned, brightly colored things, after decades of only seeing the plain neutral colored clothing the humans who kept him wore. GLASSES? CONTACTS?: Neither. PERSONAL HYGIENE: Clean, when encouraged. Still not sold on baths and showers when the ocean is RIGHT THERE. Sneaks tastes of shampoos and soaps that smell a little too nice. JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS?: Loves all of the above! Big fan of trinkets, likes to braid pretty much anything shiny and fun into her hair when bored. Currently has no piercings or tattoos but will have several of each later on. WHAT DOES THEIR VOICE SOUND LIKE?: Utterly wrecked, on the rare occasion June does speak. Rough and underused, but still with an almost musical quality, like an untuned instrument. ACCENT?: Thick Irish accent, makes it even harder to understand when she speaks. UNIQUE MANNERISMS/PHYSICAL HABITS: Nervous biter, will bite on anything- fingernails, pens, anything within biting distance. LEFT HANDED OR RIGHT?: Left handed DO THEY WORK OUT/EXERCISE?: Not really, and certainly not with any intention of seeking exercise. Loves long walks around town, and swims basically every second he can.

&. beliefs and intellect

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Gaelic, passable English, VERY basic sign ZODIAC: Capricorn GIFTS/TALENTS: Seal form (cannot transform without coat), Selkie's Call (a multipurpose gift, used both as a way to protect selkie pods, and to help of age selkies find potential mates during mating season. Mostly uncontrollable, but intensifies depending on hormones and stress levels. Basically just nudges safe, well intentioned people your way.) RELIGIOUS STANCE: None. PET PEEVES: Longwinded people, most humans in general, most technology, dry skin, all of the small animals on land that you are expressly NOT allowed to hunt and eat. OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST: Pessimist EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT: Introvert

&. intimacy and relationships

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual IDEAL MATE/QUALITIES THEY LOOK FOR IN MATE: Someone gentle, ultimately. Someone who isn't going to push and take and hurt. Also tall. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: Not yet… WHAT’S THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE?: Physical touch. MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THEIR LIFE?: ... Pass...

&. vocation

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Nothing beyond what little homeschooling he received as a child, and then only the very bare minimum needed to complete the tasks the humans demanded of him- Juniper can read enough to follow a recipe or a short list of tasks, same with math. Loves maps and is very skilled at reading and creating them. PROFESSION: None. PAST OCCUPATIONS: None. PASSIONS: learning about life on land, ships, the ocean, sewing WHICH IS MORE IMPORTANT – MONEY OR DOING SOMETHING THEY LOVE?: Doing something she loves.

&. secrets

PHOBIAS: Nets, guns, large crowds LIFE GOALS: To be left alone. GREATEST FEARS: someone stealing his coat again, captivity. MOST EMBARRASSING THING EVER TO HAPPEN TO THEM: The first time he tried to walk in shoes- looked like those videos of dogs wearing snow boots. SOMETHING THEY’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE: It seems silly and childish now, but what got Juniper through the bulk of his captivity was the thought of his mate. Selkies don't have soulmates, or destined mates, or anything so magical as all that, but they do mate for life, and the idea of that, of finding someone who would be kind, and not leave, was enough to keep him hopeful.

&. preferences

HOBBIES: Long walks around town, swimming, amateur topography FAVORITE COLOR: Deep dark brown, like soil or treebark FAVORITE SMELL: Anything herbaceous FAVORITE FOOD: Not a fan of most human foods, but adores, for some reason, chicken pot pie. FAVORITE BOOK: The Velveteen Rabbit (Juniper discovers the library and it's daily children's reading circle, and he loiters in the back, soaking up every word. FAVORITE MOVIE: Never seen one. FAVORITE SONG: Praying by Kesha COFFEE OR TEA?: Neither, she will soon learn. FAVORITE TYPE OF WEATHER: Heavy rain, it's so wildly different above sea level and he's entranced by it. MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: The bright orange caftan the nice old lady human on the beach gave him, his first day in Salem. MOST USED WORD OR PHRASE?: "No."

&. background

Juniper was the first pup born to a small, newly formed pod of selkies, just off the shores of Roan Inish, in Ireland. For a small handful of years he was doted upon, and their pod flourished despite its size. Two of their female selkies were with child, and due that summer when tragedy struck. A large ship headed their way, unusual but not unheard of for the time of year. It wasn't unheard of for the humans to avoid a particularly rocky part of the area by cutting through their pod's nesting spot, especially during the heavy current season. What was unheard of, was the humans dropping anchor, and throwing heavy, weighted nets down directly over where Juniper and a few other selkies swam.

The selkies the first net had missed, the ones fully shifted along the edge of the water, were quick to respond, grabbing rarely used weapons and putting up a valiant effort. But they were a peaceful, isolated pod, and their only experience with combat was playfighting and hunting. They were no match for the humans' weapons, weirdly shaped and able to incapacitate without even making contact. In just a few short moments, it seemed, the water was red and held the tang of iron, and Juniper was almost glad to be hoisted out of it by the rough rope of the net. It was the last memory he would have of his homeland, that glimpse of limp bodies strewn along the edge of the cliffs like discarded toys before one of the captured adults turns him away to bury his face in their chest.

Memories of his first months, years even, with the humans are hazy at best. Juniper remembers waking up one time (night or day it was impossible to tell, they got no light below deck) and the others being gone, and never coming back. He remembers being forced to transform and relinquish his coat, and being put to work around the ship; too young to be sold off for any real kind of profit, or so they spat; as if he were a burden foisted upon them. Oddly enough, though, even once Juniper reached adulthood and prime selling age, the captain of the ship refused to get rid of him. Whether it was some twisted sort of affection for Juniper, or becoming accustomed to having him around to do all the dirty work, the man was loathe to just let the selkie go.

And maybe it was this odd affection that led to the captain, years later, after one very long night of drinking, deciding to show Juniper exactly where his coat was kept. Dragged him up above deck and to a box by the mast- plain, if not for the heavy chains surrounding it- fingers dug into layered bruises as the man regaled a confused and terrified Juniper with the tale of his first encounter with a selkie, and how he'd trapped and eventually lost her. He told his tale of seeking revenge and bitterness with all the gusto of a parent telling a child a fairytale, shaking brittle smiles from Juniper when he was too slow to react.

When the captain brought Juniper back down to his 'room' for the night, he failed to make certain that the lock latched fully before stumbling back up the stairs to his own accommodations. In the dead of the night and armed with only a pilfered dagger, Juniper crept carefully up the stairs and made his way to the room that made up the backdrop of several night terrors. Snores rattled the walls and nicely covered up the sounds of Juniper rifling through the captain's drawers. Luck was, for once, on his side as he pulled out a long, thin chain, from which a silver key dangled. The selkie silently stole away from the captain's room and down to the deck, where the locked box lay. With bated breath Juniper unlocked the chain, and carefully unwound it so it wouldn't clang together and wake anyone or alert those who kept watch. It was almost anticlimactic in the end, when he grasped the by now unfamiliar fur in his shaking hands and no one jolted awake, or shouted to alert the others. Juniper was going to be free.

So when he's got one leg over the edge of the ship and the captain suddenly bursts out of his room, bug eyed gaze spotting the opened box, and then flying to Juniper with a speed and accuracy a half asleep drunk should never possess, he has little choice but to act or be not only caught, but punished. The sound of the door slamming open has summoned the watch and he only has a few precious seconds left before they come with their guns. Instinct alone has him flinging his little dagger in the captain's direction; fate has that dagger piercing the man dead center in his throat. Juniper lets himself plummet from the side of the ship then, wrapped in his coat, the sounds of gurgling and shouting following him down.

&. habits

#high tide came and brought you in;juniper #who you are;bios

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