#but this is maybe the first time we've seen the pink and blue in her hair swirled up together like that

[wttcsms]

Megumi for knife to the throat but the blade can't seem to cut this weird sexual tension we've got going on

you're the only one that's holding me down, megumi fushiguro ;

pairing megumi fushiguro x f!reader word count 1.3k synopsis pressing a blade to your ex-fiance's throat, and other loving, tender moments content contains exes still in love, slight angst

Staring directly into someone’s face is such an intimate act. 

You don’t realize this fact until you’re straddling Megumi’s annoyingly slim waist, the glint of your blade against his throat causing the sunlight to beam right into your eye. 

Everyone claims that Megumi Fushiguro is the ultimate pretty boy. Mai claims that his bone structure is undefeated and that any sane girl would commit atrocious crimes against humanity to get lashes as nice as his natural ones. Momo says that she’s never seen a shade of blue eyes as pretty as Megumi’s (her only frame of reference, by the way, happen to be her own bug-eyes and Satoru Gojo’s, whose eyes are so freakishly, eerily icy blue that you’re thankful he wears the blindfold twenty-four/seven). Even Miwa, who is too busy trying to earn a living, can take the time to admit that Megumi Fushiguro is the exact type of person the ancient Greeks model gods after. 

You want to blame their admiration of Megumi on the fact that thanks to their attendance at the Kyoto school, interactions with cute boys were few and far between. Todo’s fine, if you’re into loudmouths who could also pose as the poster boy for steroids — or, even better, those clickbait ads on shady websites that tell you if you take this magical pill, in three days, you can be as shredded as him! Noritoshi is so stiff and aloof that no one can view him as hot. Mechamaru is a fucking robot. 

So, the bar for the Kyoto girls’ rating of attractiveness is damn near hell. You examine Megumi’s face and eagerly search for a flaw to hold against him. There’s a faint, barely noticeable scar above his lips. It blends into his skin seamlessly, and you think your eyes could be tricking you. However, you latch onto this scar. Megumi Fushiguro is not the perfect specimen, you think smugly. 

“Let me go,” he snaps. “If anyone’s acting under the effects of the curse, it’s you.”

“You’re not exactly in the position to be ordering me around,” you point out. You have one hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself, the other gripping the knife. 

“Clearly you still consider me a threat.” His eyes flicker downwards, even though he can’t possibly see his hands. They’re bound behind his back, his cursed energy sealed from the specialized handcuffs you managed to lock on him. The last thing you needed was for him to sic his wild animals on you. 

“Maybe I just like this position.” 

A momentary truce forms when you don’t tease him for his cheeks turning pink, and he pretends not to notice that when you realize your accidental underlying innuendo, your grip on the dagger loosens considerably. 

Megumi is fully aware that your bark and your bite are on the same level of batshit insane. He figures this is just how all women sorcerers have to be in order to survive this environment. If you say you’re going to slit his throat at the first sign of him being compromised by a curse, he can trust that you would keep your word. 

You didn’t threaten him, though. Instead, when the curse nearly got a good touch on him, you had screamed out his name. You let the curse get away in favor of tackling him to the ground, and the frenzied look on your face as you searched him for any sign of possession makes his insides twist and heat rise to his cheeks and paint the tips of his ears a flushed pink. 

For a second, it still felt like you cared about him. 

Then, you slapped those restrictive cuffs on him and got on top, as a means to restrain him. He had frozen up when he realized how close your bodies are, how he can feel the warmth from you traveling and enveloping his own body. 

This is bad, Megumi realizes. Not because the curse got to him — it didn’t. It’s bad that his heart still goes pitter-patter every time you’re near, and that he’s hyper aware of the way your body fits nicely and neatly against his own. He knows that it’s wrong to be feeling this way, to want to savor every last scrap of you that he can get. The jujutsu world is small. Nearly everyone knows about the broken engagement between you two. Having the both of you paired up for a mission, especially since your territories are so far from each other, is a sick and twisted joke. 

The curse thrives on couples, intertwining itself with its victim and twisting their host’s love into hatred. There’s been a recurring theme of lovers murdering their significant others. The more love in their heart, the stronger the curse’s manipulation. 

It just goes to show that too much love is a fucking burden, a curse in and of itself. You know that it is, because if it came down to it, if Megumi were truly compromised and wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t have it in you to kill him first. 

“I told you, I haven’t been hit by the curse.” 

“How can I know that this isn't just a trick? You’ve always been good at self-restraint and hiding yourself from me.” The comment is petty, all things considered. In the end, when Megumi asked you if breaking off the engagement was what you truly wanted, you remained expressionless and impassive. We can’t ever go back to the way things were. There’s no point in not breaking it off. 

He scoffs. “Don’t you think I’d kill myself the minute I felt something in me shift?”

You know Megumi. He doesn’t say things just to say them. He means it, every word, and you don’t know why, but it makes the part of you that longs for him — the part of you that is always in a constant state of wanting him, needing him — intensify. Multiply. Takes over your whole entire system until you are reduced to a being whose hunger can only be satiated by Megumi. 

“Idiot. You always go to the extremes.” You opt for saying this, instead of commenting on the fact that Megumi is very much implying that he would rather end his own life rather than take yours. 

“Do you really think I’d ever want to hurt you?” And suddenly, you realize that the two of you are no longer discussing the current matter at hand. Like with all things that involve the both of you, the root of the problem always leads back to your engagement. He was meant to be the one you married, and then he refused the Zenin name, refused most of the traditional jujutsu society, and when it came down to his freedom or you, he—

—gave you the option to choose. 

Him or comfort. Him or safety. Him or family. 

You didn’t realize it at the time, but all choices lead to him. He is the one you are most comfortable with, he is the one who would die to keep you safe, he is the one who you could see yourself creating a happy family with. As happy as a family can be in this fucked up society. 

He hurt you, but it was you who handed him the blade. You, who took his wrist and guided it straight to your heart. Just looking at him right now reopens that old wound. 

“The curse can only change you if there’s love to destroy.” You point out.

“I know.” He says. “Lucky that it didn’t get to me. It would have ended badly for the both of us.”

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #drabble #one shot #angst #sleepover event #megumi x you

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Orange is the new black? 🧡🖤

Thoughts on the colour orange in the TS universe

I've had some thoughts on the increasing number of orange things over the last few months and what they might mean. This is most definitely a work in progress, so please add to it with your own ideas and observations.

(Orange is currently not a colour associated with any TS album, for clarity, the colours are: Debut-green, Fearless-gold/yellow, Speak Now -purple, Red (self-explanatory), 1989-light blue, rep-black, lover- pink, folklore-grey/silver, evermore-brown (though white is also used in eras tour colours), midnights-navy blue)

The first prominent appearance of orange was in the LWYMMD mv: The prison jumpsuit in the golden cage and the door in the vault during the heist scene.

A person in a cage and a vault within a vault - makes me think orange represents imprisonment. Orange is the new Black was a very popular (and very queer) TV show about female inmates back in 2017. But in Taylor's case it was black (rep) is the new orange 😉

Since then we have seen orange appear on the Man wall, and all over the Eras tour visuals. Let's go chronologically. The Man mv came out in 2020 and gave us this famous wall:

There's the word karma in black in the middle, and in orange at the top at 12 o'clock. Orange and black again. But we are not aware of an album called Karma, so what's it doing on the wall amongst all the stolen album titles? I'm well aware of the karma album theory... was this something that was 'imprisoned' in 2017? Taylor does cut the wings off the plane and spray paints reputation on it...so, I'm in no position to say it isn't true. It might be. But if this was unreleased music, then I don't think it would have been part of the masters sale. It was never released by Big Machine so they couldn't have sold it. I have a different theory. The black karma is the process that ties all of these re-recordings together, her act of 'defiance' (as she calls it in the TIME article) against the man who bought them from under her. That's why it's in the middle, so karma 'comes back around' if you're going in a figure eight. And the orange karma at the top is a collective term for all the vault songs, that would never have seen the light of day/would forever have stayed 'imprisoned', if it weren't for the re-recordings. The fact that it's in a 12 o'clock position still has me stressing though, we've been counting down to midnight for over a year now and every time Taylor changes her socials back to midnights colours, we're reminded that the clock is still ticking. Will all albums/vault tracks be free when we hit midnight or is something else being released from it's cage?? There is of course, also the orange door that descends from the big screen during the Eras tour performance of karma, the very last song of the tour, that explodes into a kind of rainbow supernova when it hits the ground. Ideas on that one welcome, I've seen many but none of them have convinced me yet. Only in so far that it seems to indicate that whatever the orange thing is, it follows the midnights era.

I can't not mention the lover nail that changed from pink to orange in July on tour, but I still have absolutely no idea why that is. Of all the albums, lover was the first one to be owned by her so no clue why that one is now orange...Maybe the era that the masters heist happened. After all, that also changed a lot about Lover, including the title, some songs were replaced and she never got to wear her rainbow dress. But why not have it orange from the start then?

Something else orange that has recently been added to the Eras tour is orange confetti. I don't think anyone has confirmed when this was added, but here is the confetti as collected by people in April vs at one of the latest shows in November:

So, it seems something orange is definitely joining the ranks of the eras, but if that's something new or old...who knows. Something that would support the vault theory is the Spotify wrapped canvas, specifically this section:

There's the orange vault with golden glitter (fearless), leaves (red), purple fireworks (speak now) and seagulls (1989) coming out, so that's all the albums that have been freed from imprisonment so far. The rep snake (and what I assume are debut butterflies) are coming out of the cave underneath. Interesting to note that the woman monitoring the seismograph is also right above the vault, and above her is the person with all the clocks. The big mastermind clock is on midnight, and the full video shows us that when the clock strikes midnight, there is an earthquake/explosion, which may be what caused the vault to open, the clock person is certainly looking down towards it with interest. Something else I've noticed about the full canvas is that her lavender mountain seems to be 'melting away' like a glacier where the items are placed because they're all sitting on green grass, the only things that are actually coming out of the mountain are her head and her hand holding the burning house. Which brings me to the last orange thing: the fire.

‘Karma is the fire in your house’, right? 😉 The Lover house has been burning down since day 1 of the Eras tour, and I’ve already made multiple attempts at guessing why that might be and especially, why it’s burning with blue flames first and then changes to orange before it fully collapses. But I don’t think I got it right, because my guess was that blue meant 1989tv era, and so far, nothing’s been on fire. Or did I miss it?? If anything, she threw a flame into our little gaylor house with her poorly worded prologue… so it wasn’t 1989tv. The Spotify video actually zooms in on the burning house and we can see some of the items from the midnights house: the red phone, the retro sofa, and the chessboard that’s fallen off the table. So, does that suggest the fire is burning the midnights era? Possibly, but when Taylor’s TIME article came out, I noticed something else that stopped me in my tracks. I know we’re all waiting for reputation tv in the next few months, and rep is in fact the only re-recording she gives an explicit shoutout to in the article (along with the very rep-coded photo shoot), and this is what she says:

So much to say about these few sentences. Note how she’s being directly quoted here, so these are the words she used, no paraphrasing. And the one that stood out to me the most is the way she describes the rep vault tracks as „fire“. Out of all the words she could have used, when she’s been showing us open lighters and a burning house all year, she calls the rep vault tracks FIRE 👀. Like the fire that burns your house???

My English language graduate brain also wants me to point out the following about the way she describes reputation as a concept. (For those of you that weren’t around in 2017, reputation never had a rollout cycle or any promotion, it was the album that had no explanation, she never did a single interview about it, so this is kind of the first time she ever talked about it). Why rep is the ‘most charged’ era is probably self-explanatory, but she also says it’s an expression of ‘female rage at being gaslit by an entire social structure’. So, assuming it’s her rage, what is society gaslighting her into believing? Maybe that two female friends can’t possibly be a couple, no matter how much they act like one. But a woman holding a man’s hand in public, that’s a couple for sure! I think heteronormativity is the social structure she’s mocking here, so much of reputation (even the title) makes so much sense when you look at it from that angle. We all know that if you heard any of Dress or Gorgeous with your societal conditioning removed you’d expect it to be about a woman, but heteronormativity and Taylor’s reputation for being boy-crazy made most people assume that couldn’t possibly be the case. And those people just saw it (as Taylor says) for the ‘sick snakes and strobe lights’. And immediately after that she says that the upcoming vault tracks will be fire. Call me crazy, but for me that sounds like “Reputation was me blatantly writing songs about the woman I love, because I know you guys won’t see for what it is anyway because you’re so blinded by heteronormativity, but these upcoming tracks will burn your expectations, you won’t be able to ignore it”. It might be wishful thinking, but by logical progression of what she’s saying here, it makes sense. And if I know one thing, it’s that Taylor chooses her words deliberately.

And the movie reference…? Collecting horcruxes or infinity stones suggest there is a mission/end goal that she’s working towards with these re-recordings. Guess we’ll have to wait for the movie to see how it ends 😉.

Edit: Addition submitted, thank you anon!

#thinking out loud #about orange things #karma theory #maybe? #the eras tour #lgbetty

[obriengf]

6 or 9 or maybe both together because i feel like they bleed into one another a bit.. with Joel maybe? please and thank you a million times. you're a fantastic writer — I adore everything you post.

send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩ CLOSED Notes: first of all - thank you my lovely! second, I've gone with 9!

BLINDSIDE

"I can't believe we've come this far." Your words were spoken in a whispered tone, hardly enough to break the night's calm. Specks of light were disappearing under the blanket of clouds and sprinkling rain that hazed the view before you, two bodies sheltered as they sat beside each other. You could feel pearls of rain dripping from the tips of your hair, adding to the already saturated material of your shirt. You hadn't seen water fall from the sky for seven years - your life sheltered until recently, when you volunteered to join an ambitious friend as he journeyed across the Surface to find a girl. A lost love, that wasn't you. You heard a hum as warmth pressed to your side, the boy next to you leaning against your arm as a form of admiring acknowledgement. As your head dropped to his shoulder, you hoped that he couldn't feel the heavy thump of your heart - a juxtaposition to the serenity you selfishly burrowed within. Joel drew a deep breath, his sigh coated in contentedness, "It's crazy. Things have changed so much, everything we knew about the world is just... so non-existent, you know?" Time had been cruel, and it had isolated so many people as the Earth changed into unrecognisable land. Your families were gone, your homes destroyed, and your lives seemingly extinct since before the monsters had taken over. But at least you had Joel; your closest friend, your forever ally, your everything. And now Boy, a companion that was as loyal as they came.

You both jumped slightly as a beep resonated around your quiet space, Mav1s unknowingly reminding you that her power was draining and that she will soon be leaving you all. Her tone was calming, a feature that you were thankful for within the very brief moment you had spent together as you turned to peer at her screen, "Look, sky jellies! They're harmless and quite lovely."

The dying drops of rain brought back light; bright blues and pinks that glowed, flying jellyfish that created a beautiful sight that you were sure you'd only ever see once in your life. You were in awe as wide eyes took in the dancing colours before you looked at Joel, his lips curled high, just as enthralled as you were and possibly even more mesmerised.

Mav1s beeped again; her time was nearly at the end, but instead of trying to continue conserving her power, she used it for one last hoorah. "Joel, Y/N... would you like to hear a song?"

After you both answered with sympathetic affirmations, a familiar tune emitted from Mav1s' speakers - a tune that you had long forgotten, but had also quickly brought back a warmth of memories that settled so easily in your chest. You softly grinned, body slightly swaying, "I love this song."

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see.

You were humming, nostalgia settling deep within your bones, and Joel could see just how fulfilled you were in that moment of bliss. It was hasty when he stood up; never once second-guessing, hesitance not even a playing card in his deck when he placed himself in front of you with an outstretched hand and lopsided smile that could make you fall to your knees. He cleared his throat, voice confident, "Dance with me."

It was an offer that could not be refused.

You accepted his offer graciously, your palm slipping against his, and he guided you under the stray drops that continued to fall and among the radiant neon gleam of the Jellyfish. They cast purple tones over his cheeks - a lavender haze that brought out the warmth in his eyes and the small golden freckles over his nose that is only recognisable when you're this close. Joel Dawson was many things; awkward, determined, impulsive, and brave, but also incredibly beautiful.

No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand Stand by me.

You didn't miss the small shake in his hands before they settled slightly above your waist, and you only hoped that he wasn't regretting his choice to bring you out here. It prompted you to be nervous yourself when arms draped over his shoulders and around his neck, but he managed to sink into your embrace with ease. Bodies rocked from side to side and the moment, whether purposeful or not, turned intimate rather quickly.

Baby brown eyes flickered over your face as stray drops of water beaded from his hair, and Joel took a deep breath before his voice filtered out quietly, "I'm really happy you came with me. Even if we did almost die, like, five times already. I don't think I could've done any of this without you."

Your lips lifted, tone just as gentle to prevent breaking the bubble you both found yourselves in, "Joel Dawson. When are you going to learn that I will always be here for you? No matter how stupid your ideas can get sometimes." A chuckle followed your words and the same amusement pulled jovially at his facial features, his nose crinkling and eyes squinting in what would be pure happiness.

"Honestly, sometimes I wonder why you'd risk everything just to follow me 'cross the surface. And don't try to spare my feelings by saying it's just cuz you're my best friend. I get it, I'm not really the sole survivor type." Joel mused, both sets of feet carrying you both in a circular pattern as he released a laugh of his own.

Oh darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh, stand by me

You shook your head, feet stopping, hands sliding down until they rested over the boy's shoulders. With a quirked brow, you looked up at him, "You can't take a hint, can you?"

His head fell to the side in confusion, obliviousness weaving its way into his eyes and the minimal downturn of his mouth. Joel's hands slipped from your body and you instantly missed their warmth as he replied to you, "You know I only function properly when someone’s direct with me."

It was risky. Everything about the past few days with Joel was, but within this bubble, what you were thinking and what you craved was a recipe that when mixed... could potentially end in disaster. Alas, there was something so poetic about the delicacy that surrounded you two right here, right now. So, with tentative movements at first, you stood on the toes of your boots, a palm trailing up the side of his neck and settling on his cheek.

And then you kissed him.

It was short, but sweet. Lips slotting perfectly against the other, and you were so lost in the taste and feel of him that you didn't notice his hands grasping back at your waist. It was slow when you pulled back and your mind needed a second to catch up, but your nose dragged against his and your feet flattened.

"I don't think I can get any more direct than that." You mumbled, eyes finally fluttering open, only to be met with his still pursed lips but a furrow between his brows that you couldn't decipher. You dropped your hands and took a step back, "Joel?"

Oh stand now Stand by me Stand by me...

The abrupt silence was distraction enough from Joel's lack of reaction as you spun to face Mav1s, her power gone, and Boy's head tilting in his own confusion at her lack of liveliness. You needed to step away from your friend as regret bubbled inside of your stomach, provoking the sensation of bile to gather in the pit of your throat before you swallowed it down.

You wandered toward the robot and reached toward the buttons on her front panel, pressing them anxiously as if she'd magically wake back up. It was her, too, lack of response that brought the nausea back and for the first time in seven years, you wished you were held up in your bed back at the bunker. Your thoughts were interrupted as footsteps fell heavy behind you, and Joel gaped as he tried to think of words to say.

"I-I don't get it... is that why you came with me? Because you like me?" His tone was unsure and it shook you to know that the ground couldn't open up and swallow you whole.

"No... yes, not exactly." You sighed when you stood back to full height, turning to face him, however, your eyes remained cast at your shoes. "I needed to know that you'd be okay, Whether you could take care of yourself or not... I couldn't let you leave knowing that I could possibly never see you again. I care about you more than anything else, Joel. I always will."

"I care about you, too." His answer was swift, but carried uncertainty that felt like an arrow to the heart. You were waiting for the dreaded 'but' that would twist the arrow further down until it pushed your heart through your chest. And then it came, and it wasn't so forgiving, "But I came all this way for Aimee, my girlfriend. I love her, you know that..."

And you did, but you thought that after all these years, it would be something that he grew out of. It was selfish to wish that he wasn't in love, that somebody wasn't waiting for him. You didn't mean to grow feelings for the boy, either, but spending so much time with someone in such a limited space does wonders for making a heart grow. Only now, it's sinking, it's fracturing and soon it will be no more.

You willed yourself not to cry. Instead, you breathed sharply, head nodding, and you faced away from him before reaching out to stroke over Boy's head. You cleared your throat, "Well, we better get a good night's sleep then so we can get you to your girl."

"Y/N-" Joel tried, but you cut him off.

"Come on, Boy, let's find somewhere comfy, huh? At least Clyde isn't here to make us keep watch." You made sure to move past Joel without any sort of eye contact, or emotion, or anything as you know that the moment you peer into his sympathetic eyes you will only feel worse about yourself.

As if the guilt would eat you alive.

#joel dawson #joel dawson x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #love and monsters #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #joel dawson fic #joel dawson imagine #oblivilove blurbs

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Laws of Attraction ep 3

I might redefine my colour theory as I go...and just from the first minute I'm wondering if the red is actually Charn's connection to his mother and therefore revenge (rather than the law)...(also, something something the blue flowers covering the red of his mother's shirt).

And flashback to happier times (hence the yellow shirt, I guess) with Charn's mother in pink again and wearing the ring on her necklace.

So Charn fought government officials (above the Mayor) to help the people keep their land but the powerful didn’t take kindly to his actions so killed his mother as a backlash?... I don't think we've got the full story here but this could be why Charn doesn't care much for the rich and powerful (despite him saying he likes money and power - but that's probably only because he needs both to get revenge).

"Unnamed body" is that the bodyguard that Charn and Tin fought last ep?

(Sorry, I just need a moment to get over how beautiful Ploy's mother is... 😮)

There's so much red and green...this has to mean something. Maybe the green is for Tonkhao and the red is Charn and Tin's revenge...but that means I'm less certain about Charn and Tin themselves (unless they're lapis lads - both loyal blue boys - hmmmm 🤔).

We've found the toy! And it looks like it's going to disappear with Ploy!

Rose telling Charn he cares about Tin and his world whilst flanked by so. much. red and green (on the wall and the cushions). (also Organ is amazing. It's so good seeing her play a different character to Tanya).

Please! I adore all these *pikachu face* don't call me uncle! I'm phi to you conversations we get in qls. 😂

The toy dog recorded an incriminating conversation maybe?

Charn's face when he realises Tin is comparing him to the kids! And then Tin calling Charn luung! Love it!

And the blue is finally back! On both of them! (*chanting* lapis lads lapis lads lapis lads *fingers crossed for @respectthepetty*) and Charn tells Tin to take his blue denim jacket off to pretend to be something he's not to garner support from the public. Delicious if this is correct!

The red line of revenge joining them at their shoulders in the background.

Evil babygirl activated! I love Charn's face here.

"I don't know who taught him that" - comedian of the year award goes to Thatthep.

Oooo the green (of Tonkhao and what she represents to them) looming behind both Thatthep and Tanthai.

The 'anger management room' is fantastic. So, so deliberate to first smash the green vase whilst wearing a red jumpsuit (since everything else he smashed were big appliances) and then the tv afterwards (symbolic of the truth eventually being revealed to the public?).

I mean...I feel for Tanthai but he brought it all on himself (under the huge influence of his father but still...). I really want to know what that toy will reveal.

I wonder if Thee will be on Tanthai's side or do as Thatthep says...

I love how it goes from all serious 'we're being threatened' dramatic music to romantic music and 'you can talk to me about your troubles if you want'.

Ooof. That is not a healthy father-son relationship. I know they want us to feel sympathy for Tanthai, and even see a romantic connection between Thee and Tanthai, but I just can't until I know what Tanthai did.

I think Tin suspects Charn of starting the fire himself. Aaaaand yes he does.

SILVY! (in loyal blue. Loyal to Charn?)

So I'm leaning more towards Tin (and maybe Charn as well) being blue... Charn walks Tin backwards away from the blue window whilst telling him he can't be his righteous self, he has to go against his true nature to get ahead of their enemies.

It's interesting though that Thatthep and Tanthai also wear a lot of blue. More to ponder on for later eps...

Oh and the clenched-fist-shot-my-beloathed. I haven't seen it for a while. And I'd rather not ever again.

#laws of attraction #I really did try to keep this short #I promise! #and to keep the number of screenshots to a minimum #I took over 40 so you're lucky it's only 15 #I'm still absolutely loving this show though #and the colours are being delicious

[theircurse]

━━━━━━ㅤㅤGET TO KNOW THE MUN . 🌙

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

This is embarrassing but when I first watched BSD, the second I saw them in the OP, I was like ' WHO IS THAT CUTE KID ? ' and then it was all over from there. I did not know that this ' cute kid ' would be holding the brain cell for like six years nowㅤ—ㅤor that in those six years, Asagiri would still REFUSE TO GIVE THEM ANY SCREEN TIME OR STORY RELEVANCE PAST SEASON 2.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Nothing really aside from s/mut and r/omance ? I have played adult muses despite my abundance of child muses and shipping was never really something I found appealing. And when I do play adult muses, I tend to like slowburn but probably too slow for the other partner lol

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Let Yumeno see things ! Let Yumeno experience life ! But also let them experience THE HORRORS.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Sometimes they just pop in my head or some sort of media or thing I'm consuming makes me think of the headcanons ! And considering Asagiri didn't give me a lot to work withㅤ—ㅤit's free real estate.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Usually I do !

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

99% of the time, I wing them because I am the most organized A/DHD person in the world /s. Sometimes in the rare instance that a reply is REALLY LONG or there's a lot of stuff happening in the reply, I plan them !

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Motions at the answer I typed about this. Not really ! Maybe that's why I stick to minor muses for the most part. Howeverㅤ—ㅤI am all for platonic / familial dynamics.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Stella ! I don't have any profound story about it tbh. I just liked how it sounded.

ᴀɢᴇ?

Old 28.

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

May 1st and I have the most FUCKED Astral birth chart ever !

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Everyone knows it's blues but I enjoy the rare purple / pink / red every once in a while.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I have this disease called I hyperfixate on the same songs for long periods of time until they lose all meaning. I ALSO have a disease called I'm very specific about what I like to the point that I DON'T know what I like. But some of my favorite artists are Bring Me The Horizon, Emilie Autumn, FAKE TYPE, In This Moment, POPPY, etc. Butㅤ—ㅤI've mainly been listening to P/okemon OSTS lately lol

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I honestly cannot remember !

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Some weird Kdrama my Dad and I still haven't finished.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Giant stellar turtle !

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Basically any form of junk food like cookies and cake and also Chinese egg tarts. In terms of real food, pasta, shrimp rice noodle rolls, adobo, lumpia, sinigang, etc.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

The cold dead winter because I don't have to worry about cutting the grass or bugs ! We SOMEHOW always get wasp infestations in our house every spring / summer and it's super annoying.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Yes ! There's @jardinae who's so creative and talented and her OC world is absolutely magical ! Then there's @embxllmer who I've been friends with since before BSD which is crazy because you all know I've been in BSD for YEARS. Then there's @diverse-hearts and @smol-sirens-garden who've seen me at my best and my worse and tolerate me screaming about infinitely spawning fish in H/SR ! @idleautumn is like a big sister to me and then @lunargifted and I have been moots for a while but we've already been through a lot together and I trust them a lot ! There are definitely more I'm missing as well but every mutual is friend-shaped !

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Tagging: Whoever !

[ladyfromaspookyforest]

Wheeler/Byers Wardrobe Analysis

Season 1 Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

EPISODE 5

First things first, this episode contains Will’s funeral and everyone wears black and I’m not going to talk about all their outfits because that’s a waste of time. But why are Mike and Dustin wearing these colored jackets?

Dustin’s in a very dark denim jacket with accents of primary-colored plaid popping out. Mike is in green with blue and green plaid accents. Lucas is wearing all black. At this point, Mike is totally 100% convinced Will is alive and stuck in the Upside Down. Dustin is on board. Lucas appears to be the least convinced of the three that Will is still out there, so him appropriately dressed for the funeral in all black makes sense. I know this post is about the Wheelers and Byers, but I'm going to talk about Dustin for a minute because of how this jacket reflects Will.

Dustin cracks a joke about telling Will Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral, like he has no doubt they’ll have this chance. It’s cute. It’s a little naïve but it’s heartwarming. But Dustin’s light attitude combined with this bright pop of color is really fitting. But what stands out to me the most about this jacket is how the plaid emulates the outfit Will disappeared in.

Sometimes I wonder about how Dustin feels, having been the last person to see Will before he disappeared. Dustin asked him to race, then got exhausted and quit. And Will was taken into the Upside Down. It would seem only natural for Dustin to experience guilt over this, but it’s not something we ever see explored. I’d really like to see them finally talk about this in season 5, but that's a whole tangent. Maybe I'm reading too much into guilt we never see, but it feels to me like Dustin HAS to maintain this lightness, this ability to joke at his friend's funeral. Whether it be to cope with the guilt or to cope with the possibility that they might not get him back, I don't know. Regardless, this similarity of the plaid on Dustin's jacket to Will's last outfit visually demonstrates that Dustin is focused on Will's DISAPPEARANCE and not his death, as an appropriate black jacket would.

Mike is convinced Will is alive, but he remains pretty somber through this scene. Much more so than Dustin, so the darker shade is fitting rather than the bright pop of color. But Mike has still covered his black clothes with green (blue + yellow?) as a way of showing that he isn’t really here to mourn. His mind is on Will, but he hasn’t lost him yet, though he doesn't have this capacity to joke like Dustin does.

After the funeral, El’s still wearing this nasty dress and you know what else she’s doing in this episode? LYING. This dress (Nancy's) shows us that she is not being herself and she deceives the party. Mike’s in his little Byers-y coat again as they hunt for the gate to find Will, and beneath it, he’s wearing blue, red, and yellow stripes on a grey shirt. Sensing a trend.

OKAY! So here’s where things start to get really interesting with Nancy’s color scheme. It’s the same. It’s still red and blue but rather than the extremely diluted soft pink and baby blue she’s been wearing, she’s now in brick red and a darker blue. It’s VASTLY different from the way she’s been dressing and yet they’re still in the same color family. There was only one other time we've seen Nancy in these darker shades: the day after she slept with Steve. She wore a light grey sweater with stripes in these colors: brick red and darker blue. That outfit was the first hint at this one. She was already starting to doubt her choices, starting to feel guilty. And here, the guilt has completely taken over. She feels wrecked about what happened to Barb and so, like her mother in the previous episode, she darkens her color palette in an attempt to react with appropriate gravity to the situation.

On the other side of things, Jonathan is wearing not one but two patterned articles of clothing. For the first time. He’s still wearing his own color palette, but he’s got a striped sweater and a checked flannel on. This feels like a small nod to Nancy while her shearling jacket is a bit of a nod to him. Their style is very minutely reaching towards one another.

Let’s talk about STEVE again. He’s come to apologize. He’s wearing green and navy, darker colors than he’s been wearing around Nancy lately. He's been wearing lighter shades of blue, matching her, but here he's in dark shades. In my last post, I talked about the visual of Nancy/Steve and El/Mike dressed in pastel pink/baby blue and how overly gendered and domestic it was. Here, Steve has dropped that. The last time he wore a darker blue was the day of the party when he wore a teal sweater. This scene above is potentially the most likable Steve has been so far this season. And I would argue that the party was another instance of Steve being likable. He feels genuine in both of these situations. He doesn’t feel like he’s being influenced by his shitty friends or worrying about his parents. And the colors of his outfits in these scenes are similar.

Apologies everyone. Trigger warning: L0nnie Byers. So this ding dong showed up at the end of the last episode and now he’s hangin’ out, trying to comfort Joyce. I’ve included a shot of the two of them from this episode and one of Lonnie from his first appearance in episode 2 as well, just so we can take a peek at what he usually wears. Button-downs at least partially undone over a white tank is the norm.

But then later after the funeral, he dresses like this. Lonnie-styled Wheeler colors.

I was actually kind of taken aback by this one, but it makes sense. Lonnie is fixing up the house, talking about how their family has been ruined. He’s calling Joyce “babe.” He’s putting on a complete show of being part of the family unit. He’s wearing his white button-down from the funeral in this scene, unbuttoned in Lonnie fashion, but the outfit prior to unbuttoning and rolling the sleeves resembles the sort of thing Ted Wheeler would be wearing at the dinner table. Bland office attire/bland funeral attire. Then he showers, comes back, and is in pastel stripes. Joyce confronts him about the money and they argue about how Lonnie just wants to use it for Jonathan to go to college. Lonnie is putting on this I Care About This Family front and it’s extremely telling that he does it in blue pastel stripes. This says that while he’s behaving like he’s a family man, he clearly isn’t, and the Wheelers, constantly behaving like the perfect family, are in fact not all that happy or put-together either.

Joyce is wearing this maroon turtleneck this episode. It’s darker than what we’ve seen her in and it’s also the first time she’s changed her clothes since the first episode (funeral getup earlier in the episode aside). She’s falling a little bit for Lonnie’s manipulation here as she just sort of needs someone to help her pick the pieces back up and he was quite literally just there. She lets him talk to her about how this could all be in her head and up until now, we’ve seen her shut down anyone who makes this kind of suggestion, but she also tells him not to take down the lights. She hasn’t given up. She doesn’t fully believe Will’s gone, but she’s conflicted and she’s starting to seem a bit hopeless. This dark top is a reflection of that, as well as the fact that it has a lot less character than what she usually wears.

Then she and Lonnie fight. He tells her she’s a shitty mom and she’s crazy and she yells at him and kicks him out. And in the next scene with Joyce, Hopper comes over and tells her she was right all along.

Here’s Hopper this episode. He’s totally unhinged. This is peak Unhinged Hopper for season 1. He breaks into the lab, beats people up, threatens them at gun point, answers his door with a gun looking paranoid as all Hell, rampages through his house looking for bugs, then shows up to the Byers residence to do the same. The sweaty undershirt is a fantastic way to show us just HOW unhinged he is.

The moment when Hopper showing up at the Byers house to unscrew every single one of Joyce’s Christmas lights is meeting her on her level. The little exchange between his officers after they come to see him is really indicative of this.

“Is he off his meds again?” “He’s been spending too much time with Joyce Byers.”

So I love this scene of him coming to Joyce in general because he’s the first person to tell her he believes her. This is huge. And having it take place right after Joyce kicked Lonnie out for saying she's off her rocker emphasizes the difference between the two. It shows us: this is what Joyce does NOT need followed by this is what Joyce DOES need. And the clothes are relevant because what Lonnie is wearing does not fit into Joyce and her family's lifestyle. What Hopper is wearing does.

As Hopper goes hunting for the truth like a maniac, he’s in civilian clothes for obvious reasons. He can’t roll up to a bar trying to trick the guy who found the body into giving him info in his uniform. But beyond practicality, I think putting Hopper in civilian clothes signals to us that this is no longer a job for him. He’s clearly not on real, legal police business anymore. He starts trespassing and getting violent and going so far as to cut open what is most likely a child's body just because there is a chance he can save Joyce's son. It's not police work anymore. As for the outfits themselves, this screams I Live in the Woods Alone. I don't have a whole lot to say about it, but I will be coming back to it to compare with other outfits Hopper wears later.

*cough* Anyway, I swear the next one will be shorter. It's because I went on Dustin and Hopper tangents. I got too invested in the Jopper moment.

#stranger things #stranger things wardrobe analysis #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #joyce byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #st 1 #steve harrington #dustin henderson #my dumbass post

[purplekoop]

Things I Love #2: WATCH OJAMAJO DOREMI.

Okay so. context.

A while back, way earlier this year if memory serves correctly, my friend Dyna (y'know from the streams) found a peculiar song in the girl idol band rhythm game they like. Upon investigating, they learned that was an official cover of the theme song for a 1999 magical girl anime with a very niche cult following here in the states. They looked into it further, watched a video explaining why the show is so great, saw it for themselves, and after becoming thoroughly obsessed, convinced me somehow to watch the entire 200+ episode run with them.

And it. was.

Worth it.

I say it without an ATOM of hyperbole that this is genuinely one of the best shows I've ever seen. Like. Seriously, no bits no laughs no nothing, this silly little pastel-colored show is utterly phenomenal in more ways that I can do it justice. It's genuinely that good. It's hilarious, it's intense, and it made me cry and intensely hilarious number of times. It's legitimately a show that makes me happier to be alive when I think about it.

And one of the main cast members looks like this for the majority of the show.

...Okay maybe it deserves a little more context.

So, okay, plot summary:

Doremi (the pink one) is a silly, short-tempered, and chronically unlucky grade schooler who kind of sucks at... most things, to be frank. And one thing she sucks at that actually bothers her is her inability to muster up the courage to one day confess to a boy she likes. Logically, the only way she'd be able to confess is if she had magic, so she's also obsessed with witches, and one day becoming a witch herself. (Good news for her incoming.)

One day, she goes to a mysterious old house, and finds an equally mysterious woman inside with a cat. Just kind of, y'know, as a hunch. She accuses the woman of being a witch, which causes her to spontaneously turn into the green creature seen above.

This is Majo Rika, a genuine article but short-tempered witch, and the cat is secretly her fairy companion Lala. When a witch's identity is found out by a human, they get cursed into being a silly little creature known as a Witch Frog, and the only way to turn back into their original form is for the human who found them out to become a witch themself, and then use their magic to turn the witch frog back to normal. This, very conveniently, means Doremi now has to become a Witch Apprentice, learn magic, pass the apprentice exams, and eventually earn the honor of becoming a full witch herself.

Along the way, some of Doremi's friends get caught up in the secret, including her childhood friend Hazuki, the soft-spoken sweetheart (and my favorite of the apprentices but quite not my favorite character outright), and the new transfer student Aiko, the cool-headed tomboy who rocks the blue. Together, they all train to be witch apprentices, learning under Majo Rika, and working at her house, which is turned into a magical crafts shop, the Maho Dou. A few more witch apprentices join them along the way, but aside from them they have to keep their witchy business a secret from everyone else.

Now that we've established the basics, I think I'll continue the tradition of posting the show's theme song in each of these. Doremi has a 4-ish season run, with each season getting its own OP in standard anime fare, but I think the first and most iconic opening, Ojamajo Carnival, should suffice:

Oh yeah, might help to explain what "Ojamajo" means. It's a pun that roughly means "bothersome witch", since "Majo" is "Witch" and "Ojama" means "bothersome" or "annoying." So the title would more directly be "Bothersome Witch Doremi" but literally everyone prefers "Ojamajo" so. yeah.

Anyways, theme song shows a lot about the show that's great.

For one is the art style, which I'd say is "pleasant" in the most intensely delightful sense of the word. The designs themselves are all nice, soft, and delightful, with hardly a sharp corner in sight and a real sense of childlike whimsy permeating through it all. The general color palette and style of the show also just has a nostalgic fuzziness, even after the show's technical quality improves over its 4 year run. And the animation I adored as soon as episode 1, with characters frequently deforming to goofy faces and round nub hands right out of Animal Crossing. Hey, I don't blame them, I wouldn't wanna draw full hands for over 200 episodes either.

Another thing is the soundtrack. I don't know what terms to describe its genre, but beyond just the bombastic opening, with its cheery violin, twangy guitar, and overall exuberant joy, the soundtrack for each episode is also full of bangers. There's upbeat jazz to stir up excitement for energetic scenes, pleasant standard background tracks, and even some unexpectedly tense tracks for some dramatic scenes. This is also a show that will make you cry, and that includes even just from the ending themes. Here's season 1's:

That plays during an episode and I become a sopping mess without fail. Gets me every time.

The other big thing is arguably the show's biggest strength: its cast. While I won't go in-depth on the main cast, both for the sake of spoilers and because people have done that better than me already, I will give the show its due respect for its more broad cast. As the intro implies, the girls' entire class are notable side characters. While a good number of episodes focus on magical trials and hijinks, the majority of the show actually has the girls encounter a problem their classmates are facing, and then secretly use magic to help solve that problem. It's a formula that not only keeps things fresh with making different side characters the spotlight of an episode, but also rewards following along as the show progresses. Even the most obscure background classmates (save for I think ONE exception) will be the focus of an episode, and remember how Doremi and the gang helped them out. You can even see characters from past episodes in almost every group shot, and get to go "oh hey it's that kid!" in a really satisfying way. It really helps add to the childhood feel of the show, since... yeah, back then, your classmates were the stars of each day's adventures, and even if you weren't close friends you still knew their names would hang out every day. The teachers are also great characters in their own rights, again hearkening back to elementary days where teachers really were there for you. The cast isn't limited to the classroom though. The girls' families often factor into their more personal episode plots as well. And the magical side of things has its own small recurring cast. Witches actually reside in, another dimension known as the Witch World, a pastel-colored world with a striking visual appeal of its own right, and is also home to a cast of additional witch characters that get introduced over the course of the show.

Of course, the only important one is the underhanded saleswitch who barges into the Maho Dou with a smile and a song:

Dela.

Yeah no she's the best character and nothing's changing that.

Not kidding about her song by the way:

Literally every single time she appears, she sings a unique (shorter) version of this song to announce her arrival. It's fantastic.

So yeah, that's the basics of what makes this show great, but like... again, this show is insane, and there is SO much more I could say but won't, I'd rather people just experience it for themselves.

Which... brings us to how you experience this show yourself.

I should explain first that Doremi didn't take off in the west. Unlike her home country, which still has a dedicated fanbase who remembers the show fondly, English-speaking countries were stuck with...

*dramatic lightning crash*

the 4kids dub.

The dub, otherwise known as Magical DoReMi, is widely considered to be a downgrade from the original by fans. Look up the opening compared to the original and you'll see what I mean. Though the quality is one thing, the real way 4kids screwed the show over was by greatly limiting its airtime due to it being "another boring girl show", kneecapping its potential popularity severely. They only ever dubbed the first season, and the second half of that was limited to an online-only release if I remember right.

Now, while the show itself was a relatively failure over here, apparently toy sales didn't do too bad actually. And I know that specifically, because when I told my partner I was watching Doremi, they went "Wait WHAT" and proceeded to show me pictures of their childhood Doremi toys. Apparently they even came with a bonus DVD, though only for one episode. My friend Seven also had Doremi toys and a bonus DVD of that one episode too, so uh... small world, huh?

But yeah, with this in mind, it shouldn't be surprising that Doremi has such a limited english-speaking fanbase, and thus should be even less surprising that there is no official way to watch the show here. There is no newer dub of the whole show, and no official subtitles. I managed to watch the show thanks to the efforts of fanmade subs, and though there's some unfortunate dated language early on, it's otherwise an extremely commendable effort that I can't thank enough for making it possible. As for how to access this subbed version... I mean come on, if you're reading this, you're an adult on the internet, you can figure out how. I know pity for corporations is comically low on this site but if you need help feeling better about it, remember that there is no way to officially watch the show as an english speaker. If they do make official subs and stream the show somewhere, I'll let you know, but that seems extremely unlikely.

As for what you watch then, Doremi has 4 main seasons of roughly 50 episodes each, and then one weird bonus season. Each season after the first one has a subtitle: season 2 is Ojamajo Doremi Sharp, 3 is Motto, and 4 is Dokkan. There's also Naisho, a shorter set of about 17 episodes that takes place during the same time as Motto, but was made years after the main show originally ended. I watched episodes of Naisho sprinkled in with my watchthrough of Motto, but there's also merit to watching it in release order, at least the final episode. There are also two episode-length "movies" that take place about midway through a couple seasons: one for Sharp, and one for Motto. Finally, made for the 20th anniversary back in 2020, there's the feature-length film "Looking for Ojamajo Doremi", which was the final thing of the show I watched, and just finished tonight actually. It's not directly in the same "canon" as the show itself, but I highly recommend it as a great finale to a watchthrough of the show as a whole.

It's a long ride, but it's worth it. I genuinely wouldn't skip any episodes, as again, even minor characters are worth remembering for later. It's not a show with "filler", because what you're there for is a simple and relaxing slice of life style show that takes it easy to appreciate the mundane joys of just being nice and helping others. Plus, it makes the absolutely fantastic gut punch of a finale all the more worth it.

I really can't say enough about this show. It's genuinely better than I can put into words. If you have the time (and a soul) then please, PLEAAAASE consider giving it a watch, I swear it's worth it.

So that's this Things I Love. Not sure what the next one will be actually. These won't all be shows, so maybe expect a game next? Could also be a show that I'm due to finish a watch or rewatch of too, like a certain other show where a weird girl stumbles into a witch and her creature companion, and then learns to be a witch herself. We'll see though. In the meantime, uhhh... Rabbids? I think I was talking about Rabbids for some reason.

#things I love #koop's things i love #ojamajo doremi #doremi #Youtube

[techouspeaks]

Quick Review of Hirogaru Sky Precure! CURE WING IS EVERYTHING!

As said, with Tumblr being a butt with allowing my reviews to show up in tags, I haven't done much reviews. I've been writing the review for Delicious Party Precure. I've just been super busy with other things and my anxiety had been for a while so haven't been in the mood but now with Cure Wing out, I feel like I should give my thoughts on the new series so far!

I feel like this has been a solid series so far. At first, I wasn't too won over in the first episode, even though Cure Sky/Sora is a power house and I relate to her in some ways, I wasn't buying it too much until we dove into more of Mashiro/Cure Prims, who up until now I gravitated towards but now that we have the BOY, wow!

Please note, I haven't watched episode 9 yet but I did see Cure Wing's transformation and attack and it is everything!

But before that, there are some stuff I wanted to get to. I like how this series as Leo from Magical Cinnamon Channel on Youtube has said, connects everything very neatly. Like how in episode 8 Mashiro explains that the kids were worried about Sora because she wasn't at school and everyone knows she's healthy and strong. I like how they try to give us a few twists and turns with certain scenarios we maybe familiar with. Like for one, our lead cure is not only a blue cure instead of a pink cure, but she's from another land and Mashiro is a Skylandian as well or at least descendant from one. We have a fairy turned cure that not only isn't the midseason cure but he's also the first male cure of the main team.

The animation is probably the best animation we've seen since probably in a while. I didn't hate Delicious Party Precure nor Healin Good Precure but in terms of animation, they really brought their A game with this one!

Sora I like okay, but maybe that's because she reminds me a bit of me that I think I don't gravitate to her as much. I mean, something about characters reminding me of myself too much has always been something off to me but I don't find her a bad character and she certainly is more interesting than any blue cure that came before her.

Mashiro is a great foil to Sora. She's not really the shy cute type and that's what makes her a great character. She seems one thing but she's also energetic without being a "Happy Go Lucky Type" or a "Shy Type". I like how she's logical too. She has common sense and brings everyone back down to earth!

Yoyo is also a nice little add as the mysterious grandmother but I'm glad she's doesn't know everything. I wasn't sure how I felt with her seemingly to know everything but when she shows legit concern, it comes across as natural and I started to like her more.

Ageha, I wasn't too sure of but she grew on me and I like the fact that she's kind of diva in which she can be bossy, but she's also understanding, supportive and ready to help. I was worried that she was gonna be another snob when we first got a look at her as Cure Butterfly but she's not and I'm glad.

And then of course, we have Tsubasa and he is everything! He's sweet, he's smart, he's shy but knows when it's time to speak up. He has a dream that is relatable in which wanting to achieve something but people make fun of you for it, but I like how his dream is a little more on the down to earth side. Not that we didn't have cures with realistic dreams, but I like how he actually learns a bit of the science about how to fly. I feel like we've seen cures achieve dreams but not really explain the details about those dreams like the overall work put in it. Maybe we have and I just don't remember.

I hate the fact people make fun of Tsubasa's hair! Like seriously! I honestly think it makes him look unique. The hair piece on top makes sense especially considering some birds have feathered crowns which seems to represent that in Cure Wing! I also think the emo thing makes him look different and honestly, may represent him as a character. I mean most people who do the emo thing are outcasts and he certainly is that among his tribe, he's the only fairy so far in his season to transform and most of all, he's the first male cure of a main team and the only boy in his group. I even think that his hair may even represent a "broken wing" because he felt useless not being able to fly, only for "his wing to be repaired" once he becomes Cure Wing, this that part of his hair goes up when he transforms.

Elle Chan is okay. She's a baby and not much to her but I did get get misty eyed when she was missing her parents.

Now the I wouldn't say bad parts but yeah I don't like Kabaton. I think they were trying to do a "Close" type thing but make him more goofy so he didn't scare kids and he just doesn't do it for me. If you like him and many do, more power to you. I guess it makes sense cuz I thought he was saying "Underdog energy" when I realize he means "Under ground energy". So pigs are earthy creatures and he's an underdog because he's a punk but yeah...Not the best. I do like it when the cures literally tell him to shut up and stop hogging the screen time, that self awareness is beautiful! XD

Overall, I think this series is solid so far and may join the ranks among the best precure seasons if continues working like this. The animation is beautiful and stellar, sometimes the story is slow in some parts but overall, the music is solid and the characters are well likeable with the exception of a weak first henchman. I won't give it a rating just yet! We'll see how it goes!

#hirogaru sky spoilers #hirogaru sky precure #precure #cure wing #cure sky #cure prism #cure butterfly

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey hey! I've missed your writing! Do you think you could write a story about kk3 Terry and his beloved at an event he's hosting at his home. She's a little bit sad and wants to have him to herself for a moment so she trys to provoke him and get his eyes on her by showing off some skin😏he does get provoked and ends up taking her upstairs for a little while to "fix" her dress. He knows she's a little down but gives her the well deserved attention she needs. A little steamy is you will! Thank you💚💚💚

Aww thank you anon 🤗 I can absolutely do that for you 💚 I hope you enjoy 💚

Tonight was the night of Terry's house party for all his friends and workmen, he had been planning this for a long time and you were both very excited. You loved events like this because it gave you a good excuse to use make up and wear one of your many gorgeous dresses Terry had bought you. He was all ready in his cream and red coloured suit, and you had just walked out in one if your favourite blue dresses.

"Wow baby girl! You look absolutely stunning" "Thanks babe, you are looking very nice yourself" He gives you one of his cheeky smiles before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hand resting on your hip. "There are days where I look at you and think to myself, how the hell did I manage to land you" "That's because your the most wonderful man I have ever known babe....plus your 'stamina' is insane!" You both share a little laugh, he knew he was good in the bedroom, but hearing you say little things like that really made his day. "Oh yeh baby, this is all for you-" Terry us suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "The first people are hear! Are you ready baby?" "Absolutely, let's go"

The evening was wonderful, there were nearly 30 people there and everyone was having a nice time. There wasn't many chances for you and Terry to be close to eachother, but that was mainly because his business partners were pitching ideas and keeping him busy. And you knew a handful of people there too so you were charging to them as well. You were just getting another drink from the counter when a young woman approached you, she looked about 20 years old and she was wearing a very bright pink sparkly dress. "Hey!" "Hi, I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Y/N" "Hi Y/N I'm Gina! I was just wondering if you've seen Terry around?" "Oh yeah, he's just talking to that guy over there by the indoor fountain. It he looks really focused, if I were you I'd wait to talk to him" "Oh really? I was really hoping to get him alone" "I'm sorry?" "You know...have you seen how sexy he is?! I'd love to see if I could try my luck with him. And the fact that he's super rich too is amazing!" Is this girl for real? You really try to keep your cool and tell her what the deal is. "Gina, that's not going to happen I'm afraid" "What? Why?" "Because I am with Terry. He's my fiancee, hear the ring to prove it"

Gina gasps when she realises what is happening, she feels embarrassed as well as many other emotions. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't realise!" "Its ok Gina you didnt know, I was just being honest with you" "Oh god I feel so bad, I thought you were his assistant, or maybe his cleaner?" "You thought that?" "Well yeh, you also seemed to be a lot older than me and I thought he would want someone olde-" "Wait wait wait, how old do you think I am?" "I don't know, 35 maybe?" "I'M 27! I'm only one year younger than Terry!" "Alright maybe I got that wrong-" "Did you just come hear to try it on with Terry? Tell me the truth" "Kind of yeh, but-" "But nothing. Adam!" One of Terry's bouncers approaches you. "Adam would you please escort this girl from the house, she is not welcome hear" "Of course miss L/N" "Hey hey wait! I didn't mean-" But she couldn't finish her sentence before Adam dragged her out of the house, leaving you feeling quite sad about the whole thing.

You just stood there agsint the kitchen side, everyone else was enjoying themselves while you just held yourself as this overwhelming feeling of insecurity came over you. You could see Terry talking to someone on the other side of the room, and you were in desperate need of some comfort from him. When he looked over to you, you try to catch his eye by pulling the strap down a little from your shoulder, this definitely got his attention.

But he could read you like a book, your body said come hear, but your eyes said please I need you. "Would you excuse me Harry? My fiancee needs some help fixing her shoulder strap of her dress" He leaves this man and walks straight over to you, not caring who tried to talk to him as he walked past, you were his only priority. "Hey baby, come on let's go somewhere a little quieter shall we?" You give him a silent nod as he delicately took your hand and guided you to the stairs. "Edgar, please make sure noone comes up the stairs to the next level of the house. Me and Y/N need a private conversation" "Of course Mr Silver" This was another bouncer in Terry's house, he had a few, and Edgar was making sure noone was snooping around his home. Once Terry took you upstairs, he opened the bedroom door and yly both walked in once he closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs when he could see something was up with you.

"Baby? What's the matter?" "Terry...do I look old?" "What? Of course you don't, your younger than me remember? Why would you think that?" "I don't think that but, there was this girl downstairs who didn't realise I was with you, and she was quite open when she said she liked you and wanted to get you alone" "Seriously?! I hope you told her that I belong to you!" "I told her that I was engaged to you yes, but she thought that I was way older than I actually was, and she thought I was your cleaner, not your fiancee" "How dare she say that to you! How old did she think you were?" "She thought I was 35" "35?! Your nowhere near 35! I'll make sure she's removed from this house right now!" "Terry it's ok, I've beaten you too it. I asked Adam to take her out of the house" "That's good, I'm glad you did that. Baby listen to me" He says kneeling down infront of you and holding your hands in his. "Don't listen to what that stupid girl said ok? She was probably just jealous because she knows that she can't have me, I'm yours and only yours, and that's the way its going to stay. And by the way, weather your 27, 35 40, 60 or even 100! I'll always love you and that will never ever change. And by the way, 35 isn't old at all"

"I know, I know...it just put me out of sorts that's all. I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. It always makes me feel better" "Aww my poor baby, come hear" He kneels up a little and gives you a sweet hug, it was instantly making you feel more at ease and relaxed. What you weren't expecting though, was during this hug, Terry started kissing your shoulder and down your arm. "I'm sorry baby girl, but your just so beautiful that I can't help myself. You know...Edgar is on duty downstairs making sure noone disturbs us. Why don't I spend this little time we have, making you feel better? I can show you just how lucky you are to have me, to be the only woman who will ever have me..." "Terry....that sounds like a very good idea..." He gives you a delicious smirk before he locks his lips with yours, he could always make you feel light headed weather it was a kiss or more. His hand comes up past your thigh and up to your chest, he slowly and gently pushed you to lie down on the bed as he stayed in place, still kneeling inbetween your legs.

"This dress your wearing is giving me this primal feeling inside baby girl, but...we also can't get you too untidy can we? It's better to keep this dress on" "I don't understand? How can-" He stops you mid sentence by grabbing your hips and pulling towards his chest in one quick pull. "Were going to have to look presentable when we go back downstairs don't we? So just lie back and enjoy..." His finger pulls your underwear to the side, and be slowly round his tounge agsinst your sensitive and swollen clit. It makes you shudder and he starts going a little faster, just giving you a moment to get used to his tounge. But it appears he simply can't control himself as he buries his face inbetween your legs and holds you closer by grabbing your hips and not letting go. No matter how many times he does this, it always feels electrifying, and you know your hips are going to be bruised by his fingers but you were so far from caring. A strong orgams starts to build as he tounge shows you no mercy, and your grab and pull at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as it builds more and more. You wanted to pull at his hair, but you know if you did, it would mess it up, so bed sheets it is.

"Oh jesus! God Terry!" You try so hard to keep the internal scream inside of you, but when he makes your legs shake and your body feel waves of ultimate extacy, you can't control yourself. He never let's go and he never stops despite you writhing on the bed and moaning and whimpering. You didn't think you could cope with this orgasm, that was until he finaly stoped after making you feel another 2 earth shattering orgasms. You were lead on the bed trying to catch your breath as he leaned up over you. "My god baby girl, you taste so sweet. Let's take a few minutes for you to get your breath back and we can head back to the party. Bit don't worry, when everyone goes home, I'll give you even more of what you deserve, and there will be no need to hold back either" "Now that Terry, sounds like a very good idea..."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #kk3

[isfjmel-phleg]

Today I walked to the public library downtown for their booksale. It's about a mile and a half from my place, not a bad walk. It wasn't too cold either, and the extreme wind we've had so much of lately is gone.

The road I take to get downtown is paved in red bricks. These were laid by the CCC in the 1930s, and they've seen better days. But they give the street a distinctive charm, and I like it. The houses in this part of town have character--no two of them alike. A dark red brick one with deep green trim. A light blue house with white trim that looks like it wants to be a cottage. Tall imposing places with pillars. An especially sad one that was probably beautiful once but is now abandoned and boarded up. A midcentury-style house with a courtyard in front. One of my favorites is a very ordinary little house made extraordinary with a staggering amount of colorful decorations in front. Planters, statuary, butterflies on the walls--all painted in vibrant pink, green, yellow, orange, white. It's probably objectively garish, but it's so unapologetically unique that it's a pleasure to see. I wonder who lives there and what sort of people they are.

A lot of businesses and public places in my town have specially painted cows, which all have names. The library has two inside: The Moo-ey Decimal System and Dairy Potter. I didn't stop to look at them today, although I should have. The sale wasn't a success for me. No much selection. My taste and that of people here who donate to the library don't really coincide. So I left pretty quickly but got to see white flowers on the trees just up the street, which was exciting.

Boringsville USA doesn't have a lot of variety in its businesses, but you can't say we don't have antique stores. Downtown is absolutely littered with them. I went to the largest one (three stories!) and prowled around. It's got a weird, dreamlike collection of oddities that go on forever. Wasn't expecting to find anything, but I did! A framed picture for the guest room (Edwardian-looking lady by the sea, very blue and relaxing), a small framed saying of the sort I need to be regularly bashed over the head with, a children's book exactly like one that my grandma had when we were kids, and a few comics in varying states of dilapidation, featuring some of The Children. Most comics I find in antique stores are unrecognizable, so it was a pleasure to encounter some familiar faces.

Heaven only knows what the lady who rang up that weird mix of things thought.

I had lunch at the coffee shop. I usually get the same half-sandwich with certain sorts of soup if available, but since they had the poblano soup today (which is not my thing), I tried a different kind of sandwich. I liked it.

Normally I would stop at the antique shop that sells a lot of books, but I didn't have expectations of finding anything this time and wasn't feeling up to small talk with the chatty elderly man who runs the store. So I went to a gift shop further on and bought a distressed yellow bird figurine because my house needs something cheerful for spring. The lady at this store knows me too because of my parents, who have frequently shopped there when they're in town, and my mom has semi-befriended the owners. She asked if my parents have been in town lately (...no), how they're doing, if I was still working on my degree, what I got my degree in, whether I was the first of my family to go to college here, whether any of my siblings went here too, where my sister is, and could I say hello to my parents for her. Maybe a few other things. Nice of her to remember. Small towns are like this. I wish I were as good as my mom at talking to shop owners.

Got all my steps in by the time I got home. Pretty good day.

#random personal stuff #this is not important but it's your slice-of-life episode for the day

[ofallthingsnasty]

I'm curious, what do you think of Blue diamond making her human pet a peak specifically so that they fall in love with one another and then she orders them to have a child/the peal give up her gem for said child? To make a Steven? (But severely underpowered, a diamond vs a peal hybrid? Easier to control)

And then the humans heartbreak over loosing the one good thing they really had at the time? For another one of blues whims?

Oooh anon, you go darker than I do 🤯 Thank you so much for indulging my kidnapped reader wip, I could talk hours upon hours about that fic haha. The timeline I picked for the fic is pre-canon (so Era 2), so Blue wouldn't know much about gem hybrids - nothing at all, actually haha. I never thought about anything like that, but that sure is grim, damn. 😭💕 But you know, with the Zoo and the humans there - let's entertain that thought (don't forget something like that could absolutely be an accident, imagine hiding that from Blue. Uh oh.) It's a really interesting concept! I think she'd have to keep something like that under wraps- We've seen how much Yellow worries about her and subsequently administers tough love, she'd think Blue has completely lost her mind. We also can't forget White - while she doesn't leave her head much (and Homeworld at all) in Era 2, if something like that came to light she'd immediately step in. You'd be killed and your pearl ground to dust- not to mention what would happen to Blue... I can see this happening either at the Zoo (because they'd be able to monitor the whole process over there, with the knowledge to match), or on one of Blue's colonies. One of her own colonies would probably be a little smarter lest Yellow catches even the tiniest whiff of this and follows her.

But why? As much as Blue mourns Pink, she also has her cold, angry moments. Maybe she wants to see just what fascinated Pink so much about humans, maybe you're nothing but a diversion to her (you absolutely are, gem hybrids or not, you're a living ornament), maybe the Zoo keeps her curious? Whatever it is- it's humiliating and inhumane. There's probably no one who knows that your pearl would have to give up her gem for the child (how did Rose know? Maybe it's intuition? I don't quite remember, please correct me if I'm wrong), not that Blue would care. Pearl is pretty much the only one who is your friend, your only comfort... I can't imagine those nine months and how agonizing they must be. How dark and desperate. To know you'll lose the most important person to something you didn't even want in the first place, to something you were forced to make. That makes me so sad, goodness. How you'd be broken all over again after she's gone. How much you'd probably hate that innocent child (at least at first) for simply existing. That's so evil, you poor thing. Words can't describe just how fucked up that would be, oh my god. As an aside: Because I ship reader and Pearl HARD, I did plan on writing a mini-epilogue with Pearl coping with reader's death in Era 3, just some angsty, depressing goodness. Their story is super tragic and their dynamic is so weird. Not like Pearlrose (because technically, you have so little power - even if that pearl is 'yours'), more like two unfortunate souls finding some meager joy in each other... But Pearl is 100% obsessed with you, she's yours after all. She won't take your inevitable death well, because being yours is her entire existence. (Couple that with some other stuff I don't want to spoil- I'm basically just whumping that poor thing with zero comforts. But she'll learn how to live with that grief and she'll be okay eventually 😭💔)

#ask #anon #gem.posting #thanks for this! really interesting #don't wanna put this in the general tags #but #yandere steven universe #works. i wanna be able to find this on my blog easily haha #i love the oc pearl for this fic... she truly is my best girl #and i wish her nothing but happiness but there is none within the Diamond Authority

[laziestgirlintown]

Something Sweet, chapter 7

Also on AO3. First chapter here.

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We see the baker walking slowly around the art gallery, looking at paintings and sculptures, transported, galaxies and vistas and mazes in his eyes. 

When he's finally seen his fill, he looks over to see the curator looking back with a soft smile.

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The curator beckons the baker over to introduce him to the artist.

“S_, I’d like you to meet my – Oh.” He stops and blushes. “I don’t actually know your name.”

“I’m P_,” the baker greets the artist. “I am loving this show. I’m going to go around again even slower.”

“Thank you so much!” the artist replies. “K_ did a great job hanging it, didn’t he?”

The baker glances over at the curator with a smile at the corner of his mouth, while the artist winks at her curator. 

“Yes, he did,” the baker nods and turns back to the artist. “Am I imagining seeing a reply to the surrealists in The Scholar and Not Sunset? Maybe even Remedios Varo?”

The artist laughs. “In the beginning I thought of it as an hommage, but it doesn’t really fit anymore, does it? I like ‘reply’.”

The curator enjoys listening to them talking enthusiastically about art for a few moments until he's called away by work.

When he looks back, the artist is talking to someone else.

He keeps working, occasionally glimpsing the baker lost in watching art.

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Towards the end of the show. The curator has just said good-bye to a group of people leaving, stands breathing out, shoulders easing a bit.

The baker approaches, well within view not to startle, and the curator straightens again, with a smile.

"A wonderful show. Thank you very much."

"Thank you for coming." A mischievous grin and a wink. "Glad you came."

The baker grins back, blushing. "We've a notice board in the café, if you'd like to hang flyers or anything for other openings."

"Thank you! I'll keep that in mind. I'm working on one I … hope you'd like. Ah, I … you and your customers, of course!"

"I look forward to it.” The baker bows. “Oh! And a recommendation. Not to compete with myself, but a friend of mine has a café just down the street from here. The Cinnamon Crown. You should try their currant cakes some time.”

The curator’s smile: “Thank you.”

Two interlocking speech bubbles: “See you.”

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The curator exits the closed gallery, and sees, down the other side of the road, the sign The Cinnamon Crown Café, and a softly swaying flag reading “Open”. His jaw clenches; the word Café distorts with echoes of anxiety; but then he remembers the baker saying “my friend.” He walks down hesitantly, looks across the street.

The café is glass fronted, and he sees the interior is in blue and green, with abstract landscape art on the walls. It’s over half full but not crowded, customers looking relaxed, pleased, happy. He takes a deep, slow breath, gathers himself, and crosses the street.

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The door opens to the murmuring friendly chatter of the customers.

The curator looks around, sees the counter with cakes and sandwiches, and an open door with a sign above reading “To The Garden”.

A person carrying a full tray of empty plates and cups comes in through that door and wends toward the counter. This person has bright green hair, a sharp blond beard, large earrings, glitter sneakers, a wide knee-length skirt, a black button-up shirt with the cuffs half rolled up, and a pink apron.

“Hello! Welcome! Be right with you! Have a look at the cakes!”

They go behind the counter and in through a doorway. The customer walks closer but has barely begun to look at the wares on display when the server’s laughing voice drifts out from the kitchen:

“Hey, it’s your day off and you don’t even work here!”

“I know, but the timer went and you were in the garden –” begins a familiar voice, and the server comes back out with a hand on our baker’s shoulder.

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“Oh. Hello,” says our baker, blushing.

“ … Hello,” the customer replies, blushing.

“Oh, um, this is J_,” our baker diverts, introducing the server, “the friend I told you about, it’s his café. J_, this is K_.”

“How do you do,” the customer says.

They’re both flustered and J_ is very amused by it. He resolutely steers them to a table for two and sits them down.

“You already know what you want, don’t you?” he asks our baker.

“Yes. We’ll both have the currant cake. You choose the tea.”

“Coming right up.”

J_ leaves and here they are, sitting across from each other.

Chapter 8

#i wrote something #something sweet #yaoi #pastries #fluff #food cw

[coldbluemornings]

Falling in Love

Isabella was sitting over by the bench, appreciating the view. A sunset painting a beautiful sea, seen afar from the top of a grassy cliff. An area known by both locals and tourists, though empty at this time of the year and late afternoon, it was getting darker and chillier every second.

I knew all that, of course. And I know what she did. Isabella is a cold blooded murdered and I will get my revenge.

We've been friends for years, decades, even. We told each other every little secret, anything microscopic that happened to our lives.

But when I told her the news I had gotten a girlfriend she got... distant. Messages like "good for you" or "thats nice" replaced the cheery things she would say to me every day.

Months later, I got the worst news of my life. My girlfriend, Sam, was murdered: stabbed to death. The suspect left little clues and the murder was still being solved. And still, no support from Isabella, like she had completely shut down at that point.

I took a deep breath, considering what I was about to do. The weather, the tranquility, the cliff, god, it was the perfect time to do this.

I walked up to her, my footsteps making a soft grassy sound.

She looked back at the path, startled. Her pale blonde hair swung as she moved her neck. She looked so innocent.

"A... Anya?" she said, surprised.

"Hey, Belle." I said, faking a smile, although she realised something was up with the glance I gave her. "What are you doing here? It's the off season." I asked.

"W-well..." Isabella hesitated. She looked back at the view "There's a lot of tranquility here. No tourists, and I like the chilly breeze."

I sat next to her.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. The view here really is..." I paused for a second "amazing".

Isabella sighed.

At this point, I was confused about what to do. Push her off the cliff? I brought a knife. Should I just stab her right there?" my thoughts got interrupted by her standing up and holding down her hand.

Here. Come with me. Let's look at it closer.

Hesitantly, I did. If she tried something on me, I had to make sure I acted first.

We slowly walked near the cliff. The sky went from golden pink to a greyish blue.

"Belle..." I said quietly, turning to her. Our hands were locked.

"Yes?" she looked at me fondly. My hands started shaking.

"I know your secret."

Her eye twitched for a second.

"Haha, what secret?" she said nervously.

I paused. Then, with the most serious and meaningful look, I said slowly:

"Sam. You killed the love of my life."

Isabella stepped back in shock. Then, out of nowhere, she caught her breath and... smiled.

"That's funny. Because I am the love of your life."

There we go. I was correct. But I still felt like throwing up.

"You..." the anger that was boiling inside me was already up to my neck, but I needed to stay rational.

A plan quickly hatched into my mind.

"Oh, Bella. I'm so glad. I want to be with you forever." I lied, with a growing ache in my heart.

Isabella smiled, genuenly this time. She bought it.

"Anya. I love you, Anya. I need you. I only did what was best for us."

I came near her to get a hug, or maybe even a kiss. Whatever made her closer to the edge of the cliff.

She ran towards me, embracing me immediately.

For a few seconds I thought if this was really worth it. Putting my own life in risk to killing my best friend who murdered my girlfriend. I had to.

I quickly pulled out the knife I had hidden in my jacket and plunged into her stomach. The noise it made was sickening. Soon, we could both feel the warmth of the blood spilling out of the wound.

And again, and again, and again.

Bella looked at me, shocked, dazed, betrayed. Just as she was about to die though, there was a spark on her eyes. One last plan.

With the force of her collapsing body, she pulled us, still unevenly interlaced, to the dephts of the cliff.

I don't know how to feel. Who is really at blame here? I guess murder is relative. And falling to my death makes me reflect on things.

[moomincloudy]

new harley quinn: eat bang kill tour cover! issue 2 drops 11/4- as always shoutout to the writer Tee Franklin @MizTeeFranklin on twitter, a queer Black disabled autistic woman!!

(LOOK AT THIS COVER!!! harley's updo & ivy's matching dress and hair,,, the lady&the tramp dinner date,,, the LOOKS ON THEIR FACES,,, the hand placement! as always the hands. my god. good for them. good for them

#harlivy #harley quinn #poison ivy #hqtas #LIKE HELLO HOW MANY HEART EYES ARE THEY GONNA HAVE IN THIS ONE #I HOPE ITS A LOT #THEY DESERVE IT #BUT ALSO LOVE THEIR OUTFITS - JUST FITS THEIR PERSONALITIES WELL IN A WAY THAT'S A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT WEVE SEEN SO FAR #harley in the black and red half&half dress of course #but this is maybe the first time we've seen the pink and blue in her hair swirled up together like that #dare i say...growth? #it's a different type of letting down her hair figuratively #and ivy w her hairstyle #not the extreme of her wedding hairstyle (not that that wasn't hot af #but she does call it phony in the previous comic so i'm assuming it's not quite her style #idk just two wlw on a date being their authentic selves and growing together #anyways don't read these tags i'm just hyped

[bibliocratic]

pacifc (sic) OKAY I Know this one is a pacrim au because we've talked about it before. At least I think. <O> (this is a poor man's eye emoji)

semn, you know me too well xD If I had the capacity to write a 10,000 word AU full of angst and yearning and big beasties battering each other, it’d be this one. As such, I have a handful of scattered unfinished scenes that it’s unlikely I’ll ever get round to, and my apologies XD

The Archives are K-Science Researchers. Martin and Jon are very loosely Newton Geiszler and Hermann Gottleib.  

pacific

The reputation of Dr Sims precedes him like a blast zone. Daisy's not three hours on the Anchorage Shatterdome before she hears of his reputation.

--

The Anchorage research division is manned by more than one man. The lab swarms with scientists, intelligentsia co-opted into a war through military grants and that first fervour of sign-ups. Over time, Daisy comes to meet the authors of the first Jaegar code; Dr James, the mind behind the original program, and Dr ‘I was only there to look pretty and get us funding’ Stoker.

And Dr Blackwood. Possessed of an easy smile, that rouses a return. In apparently everyone but Dr Sims.

Daisy does wonder, sometimes, what happened there.

–

“You're right. You always have to be so bloody – Fine! Fine! You're right. Is that what you want to hear?”

“ I – sorry, what?”

“We're going to be closed anyway, we – we've lost, Jon, so it doesn't... I don't have a degree.”

“I don't....”

“My degree! My doctorate in bloody xenobiology. I forged the paperwork for my BA, and MA, so I could get onto the programme and study Kaiju.”

“But – why?”

“There was a war on, Jon! They were sure as hell never going to let me in a Jaegar, but I was – I was interested in Kaiju. I didn't have any grades worth a damn, but I - I wanted to help. So I lied. The paperwork, it's all – it's forgeries and fakes, a-and just, just lies. And you know yourself, it was so crazy in those days, no one ever checked all those papers I apparently wrote or the degrees I apparently had, they needed whoever would join. So you're right. I'm – I'm a fraud. When we ship out... I know you’re taking Tim and Sasha but as for the other space…I'm just saying, you should take Rosie or Khalid or Bao.”

“Rosie has never performed a full body autopsy on a Kaiju.”

“I – er... Yes? Maybe – I don't er – ”

“Rosie has a rather impressive, no doubt genuine postgraduate degree in Xenobiology. But she didn't perform one of the first full body autopsies on a Kaiju. Khalid didn't spend six months driving me demented in an apparent quest to melt off his own fingers in order to identifying the toxicity and corrosiveness of Kaiju blue. Bao didn't isolate a working taxonomy of Kaiju. That was you, Martin.”

“But I don't have a – ”

“You worked for this. I won't... You did that. I may have been… uncharitable, at times, regarding your credentials, and your work ethic and… well, a great host of things. But you don't have a stupid paper, so what? You've applied yourself, you work twice as hard as the rest of them. And, I want you to come with me when they ship us out. I want it to be you, Martin.”

--

Sasha is lost to a kaiju that makes landfall earlier than calculations predicted. Tim, seething with the loss of two drift-partners, goes months later.

Jon's body takes on its own decorations of survival.

They close down their facility for the second time. Resources dry up, and there is not the funding, the belief and good faith in as short supply as everything else.

Martin Blackwood goes from Lab Assistant to Research Scientist because there's no one else.

--

Martin Blackwood's mother is some big shot in the government, part of the vocal anti-funding cohort that wants to put their faith in bricks and mortar. Daisy finds out when she barges into the lab, arms still dirty with oil and recognises the woman from the television. She had heard the disagreement, but if she’s honest, she’d assumed Sims was on his usual rampage.

Martin's jaw is set. His face is reddened, expression downcast, all the energy drained out of him.

Daisy retreats, because Martin clearly does not want anyone else witness this. She catches his eyes on the way out.

Leaving, she almost bumps into Dr Sims.

“Now's not the time,” Daisy warns him. “Martin's got a visitor.”

Jon peers through the glass porthole that serves as a window into the lab.

His face takes on an expression that Daisy’s never seen before.

“I think it's exactly the time,” he says bullishly, and pushes past.

Jon goes in with all his bristles up, wearing every disparaging sneer he's ever been accused of, and he draws the ire of this woman so easily. Daisy prowls the corridor outside in case it turns nasty. Jon is incendiary, provocative, and this woman’s barbs don’t land, and that only stokes her further. Martin doesn’t say anything.

It takes five minutes of blistering vitriol cast from both sides before Senator Blackwood storms out, making cutting remarks about her son, his colleague and the whole Shatterdome on the way out.

Daisy watches Jon touch Martin's elbow, almost anxiously.

“I wouldn't take her words to heart.”

Martin tries to straighten. His face wobbly but he schools it well, a practised action.

“Nothing I haven't heard from you.”

Instead of rising to the bate, Jon deflates slightly.

“I happen to hold you in the highest regard, Martin,” he says quietly. “I may not agree with your methodology but there's meaning in it. I have every faith we will solve this, and I am only afforded that by your constancy and company.”

Jon pats his arm uncomfortably, and hobbles out, clearly over his quota of vocalised emotions for the day.

Martin's face is burning a comet-streak of pink.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #pacific rim au #wip ask

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They still allow lewd stories here right? :3 Someone wanted an embarrassing naked pokemon story so...

I made a PokéPark 3 story in that theme~!

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Some time ago, Oshawott and his friends had all gone on adventure together through the PokéPark. The water-type investigator made new friends, chased and raced pokémon, and even saved the day! He received praise and respect from Samurott, and was well on his way to greater heights and social standings...

But for today, the super sleuth had earned himself a day off. Now that Samurott was trusting him with more responsibilities, it meant he needed more time off to relax and just enjoy his days in the Cove Area, spending time with all the other pokémon there. There was even an influx of new pokémon he'd never seen before! Thankfully, they all seemed to peacefully enjoy the beach with everyone else.

"Alright! I gotta head to the cove!" Oshawott declared once he was all ready in the morning. The little white otter pokémon pranced around his room, getting a towel and sunglasses, before remembering, "Oh, my suit!"

He dug through his drawer, feeling out what to wear today. They were all speedos aside from one pair of trunks...

He walked over to his mirror, and held them over his belly. He always tried wearing these since they looked cooler, but normal swim trunks were meant for pokémon with actual legs... Meanwhile, Oshawott's torso was oval-shaped, with his two dark blue feet just poking out at the bottom. He sighed and put the swim trunks back. "Maybe once I evolve..."

Instead, the little pokémon grabbed a teal speedo - the color always matched the ocean, sorta. To wear it, he usually took off the light blue fur coat around his oval-shaped body. It was adorned with a light yellow scalchop shell, which he plucked off of himself and set on his bed. "Won't be needing that today!"

From there, the small pokémon tucked his white arms into his coat and wiggled them out of the top. "Huff!" The little guy did his best to slink out of it, pushing his coat downward, he almost looked like Scraggy - who always had their shedded coat hanging around their hips like a baggy pair of pants. Oshawott giggled at the thought, shaking his flat blue tail behind him, pretending to be Scraggy for a moment with his coat bunched up around his hips - the only thing protecting his nudity.

But he had to get dressed sometime, so the little pokémon pushed his fur all the way down, lifted one leg out of it, almost completely nude when...

"Let's go, Oshawott!"

The little pokémon gasped and spun around to see who was at his door! It was his old adventuring friends, Snivy and Tepig!

"Snivy, we should knock first." Tepig gave a polite grunt, before the two friends went wide-eyed, walking in on poor Oshawott in the middle of undressing.

"H-hey!" the partially-undressed pokémon whined as he fell onto his butt. The three friends all gasped as the saw the little otter pokémon's balls and weenie poking up after it slipped out of his fur coat! Oshawott covered it up with his little paws the best he could. "Stop looking!"

Tepig covered his eyes with his hooves, while Snivy gave a smug smirk over the sight. "We've already seen it, it's alright." The smug, green, snake-like pokémon replied, not sounding all too reassuring in her pink bathing suit. "Besides, Tepig still needs to get his swimsuit on too. You can change together."

"We can what?" Tepig gasped, before he felt Snivy's vines lift him up by the black briefs on his orange, piggy body, and carry him into the center of the room. She flipped him upside down, falling right in front of Oshawott, with his black briefs still being held by her vines above. "What happened...?" Tepig woozily wondered as he sat up, confused from Snivy suddenly swinging him around. She started laughing at the sight of his plump little butt, meanwhile in front of him, Oshawott gasped upon seeing the little piggy's balls and weenie right in front of him! He was stuck naked with another male pokémon, right in front of this girl!

"You two hurry up and get dressed." Snivy teased, before she saw both Tepig and Oshawott charge up their fire and water attacks. She cackled and closed the door before it got splashed with hot water.

"L-let's just hurry up..." Tepig offered, standing up nude, and slipping on his own pair of red speedos that matched the ball on the end of his sproingy tail.

Oshawott was embarrassed getting dressed with another male pokémon, but at least they both looked rather unevolved below their bellies, so he didn't have to feel too shy. The sea otter pokémon quickly pulled off his light blue fur coat, and placed it on his bed near his shell, and scurried nude across the room to get his speedo on. Tepig's eyes were wide at the sight of his little white weenie and balls bouncing up and down as he scampered about, but it only lasted a moment before the blushing pokémon slipped his speedos on and over his body.

"There we go, all set!" The sleuthy pokémon grinned, trying not to look embarrassed, but his cheeks told a whole other story. The two laughed and headed out of the room, and out to the cove, with Snivy following behind.

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As the three friends arrived at the cove, they set their towels upon the sand and laid down to relax. And while Oshawott's friends prefer to lay in the sun all day, he was just a bit more active. And as he saw a cute buneary girl head to the water in her pink bathing suit, the little guy couldn't sit still anymore!

"I'm gonna go swim! Do either of you wanna join?" Oshawott asked his friends politely.

Snivy replied with a smirk, "I'm busy working on my tan." ...Oshawott stared at her confused for a moment, and then looked over to Tepig. "And it looks like Tepig's already asleep. But don't worry, I'll watch over him. You go play in the water~"

Oshawott nodded, it's more fun with his friends, but the great thing about the PokéPark was that there were new friends to make everywhere you looked! He saw a wartortle drying off on the rocks, a family of eeveelutions playing together, Scraggy and Scrafty tossing a disc back and forth along the sand. The cove was known for water pokémon, but he was happy to see fire and other types were okay playing in the water - and that others weren't afraid to get in even with all the electric-type pokémon around.

Oshawott ran right past Buneary and jumped into the water. The cute little guy happily splashing about, maybe even showing off what a fast swimmer he was. He could easily stay afloat at the top of the surface, keeping an eye out to see the other pokémon who were hopefully looking right back at him!

"You're a fast swimmer!" The Buneary girl swam up and praised the aquatic pokémon. "Are you a water-type?"

Oshawott got up and tried flexing his tiny nub arms, "Water you asking for~? Isn't it obvious?" The little buneary thankfully got a giggle out of his silliness. "I'm an oshawott, we're all talented swimmers. Oh, but, I'm the best and quickest oshawott in the whole cove!" Buneary silently looked around to see if there were any other oshawott around or if it was just him...

"Here, just see how fast I can go when I'm REALLY trying!" The oshawott got on his back, smiling up at her, ready to impress. "One... two... three!"

Oshawott zoomed off in a hurry, quickly speeding around the water top on just his back, while looking out for other pokémon, dodging left and right.

Buneary gasped - not just at his speed, but because dear little oshawott was so fast, he left his swimsuit behind! Poor Buneary got an eyeful of the otter swimming away from her, without anything on! His legs were kicking all over the place, moving his torso left and right. This left the little lady with a view of his soft little otter parts bouncing and jiggling left and right. His cute little ballsac was fairly small and tight - it was a natural occurrence for most guys in the cold water! The innocent little penis above it was just the same, but soft enough to flip around and wiggle in front of her, giving the innocent rabbit quite the view!

Buneary wasn't the only one either. Everyone Oshawott swam by eventually noticed him naked! He swam right past a yellow braixen in the water, who watched him head towards her, and swim right by - his smooth, round little belly splashing around under her eyes, while his tiny little penis was wiggling and wobbling just below! She gasped in shock, watching the male swim past her, quite smug with how impressed she must be! Hearing her and others gasp and stare was both a misunderstanding and an ego boost for the little water-type. He imagined everyone was impressed with his quick swimming skills. And while he was fairly fast, most the pokémon, who at this cove worse swimsuits and clothes, were surprised to see another pokémon swimming around naked like this!

Even Braixen's sister, Fennekin, gasped in her red bikini as he swam past the yellow fox. She hadn't seen male pokémon nude before, so seeing one splash around in front of her was definitely going into her own personal pokédex. She looked at her sister, and the two chuckled, knowing they'd seen the same thing. "I wonder when he's going to notice he's doing that..." she wondered out loud.

"Let's just hope it's an accident and he's not doing that on purpose." Braixen shook her head, knowing how perverse some pokémon could be.

Oshawott swam past a pair of Wartortles - who were actually first just watching because they were curious about the impressively fast swimmer of the cove! The brother and sister cheered as he swam by!

"Wow, you're so fast, Oshawott!" The sister clapped and jumped in the water. Oshawott was already blushing - finally, some fanfare! It was nice to see that other evolved water types could see how impressive the little guy was. "I wonder what his secret is?" She asked her brother as the little nudist sped on by between their shell-covered bellies. The two turtles dropped their jaws at the sight, and looked up at each other in awe.

"I think we just saw his secret..." Her brother began to blush. It was awkward enough seeing another pokémon naked, or another male, but having to see something like that alongside his sister felt even more awkward. He hoped no one thought how he might look similar to Oshawott under his shell!

Meanwhile, his sister sounded more carefree, "Wow, he's a lot faster without his fur coat! Maybe I'll see how much faster I am without my shell." The wartortle's sister giggled and dove under water.

Her brother gasped and chased after her, "You better not!"

Poor Oshawott had caused quite a few awkward situations in the water. Many pokémon were blushing, laughing, or caught having to think about this alongside other pokémon at the beach that day. He even swam in front of a family photo in the water! His perky little white nakie parts flopped visibly around as a flash of light crossed him. "Wow!" he thought, "I'm so impressive, people are taking pictures!"

Meanwhile, Litten and Meowth gasped, staring at each other, and then to their father. "Did you see that!? He was naked!" Litten was appalled!

The naughtier meowth sibling swam up to their father, "I hope you got a good photo of it!"

The two looked up at their dad - a rotom, currently in the shape of a phone, floating up above the water. "Unfortunately, it looks like I did catch that little guy's weenie in our nice family photo." The rotom frowned and changed shape, before falling down into the water below. "I can delete the photo from my camera, but I can't delete it from my memory..." Their ditto daddy sighed. Meanwhile, mischievous pokémon were out there actually trying to take a photo of the little Oshawott's weenie on purpose!

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Oshawott still hadn't stopped accidentally embarrassing himself in the water. But he realized he was probably too far away for Buneary to still see. Sure, being out of sight showed how cool and fast he was, but he didn't want her to get bored and leave. He was just about to turn around when he bumped against a very soft, round, and squishy pokémon.

"Goo...?" He heard a deep voice bellow from up above. It was Goodra! The lucky little oshawott was thankful he bumped into someone so soft and squishy.

"Oh, sorry about that!" He apologized, laying on his back still. Goodra's eyes widened, seeing the much smaller pokémon's tiny little penis bounce and jiggle in front of her. "Thanks for stopping me though, I really gotta go back and see my friend."

"Goodness..." the gentle, feminine goodra gasped. Goodra was a large but sweet-looking purple dragon that was dripping with green slime. She wore a deep purple bikini top and bottom, thankfully someone here was fully covering themselves! She was such a giant, she thought it was interesting both how tiny other pokémon were in height, and how tiny their little weenies could be! Goodra tried not to think too much about the little guy's nub, but she couldn't help having a few odd thoughts about what an odd pairing they would be. She already squished enough partners with her large size!

The sea otter pokémon tried to swim off, but he couldn't! "I'm stuck!" Oshawott whined, his head sticking against Goodra's goo-covered belly. The dragon was known for being a little slimy and sticky. It did cause some pokémon to want to stay out of her way, but on the other hand, it made some like her even more!

"Oh, I'm sorry." Goodra didn't mean to cause more problems, and tried to help pull his big round head off of her tummy. A few other pokémon swam up to watch, wondering what was going on.

"Ugh, I feel all sticky!" The naked oshawott wiggled around lewdly, giving everyone a look at his floppy little winky and balls, which had both seemed to shrink up a little in the water. Perhaps even due to nervousness, it got even tinier, just about an inch or so. It was so short it couldn't even rest down against his tummy, and was stuck pointing up in the air, giving others quite the view of its intimate underside. A small group of eeveelutions were all getting a look at it and enjoying it! "I'm gonna have to go shower after this..." Oshawott whined.

Goodra smirked, looking at the others, and back down at him, "You do look like you're ready to take a shower..." The eeveelutions laughed, knowing just what she was saying.

"Do you need us to help?" A sylveon asked, swimming up closer to the two. She was an eevee that evolved into a fairy-type, with white and pink fur, and ribbons surrounding her body. "Here, I can help pull his legs if you'd like."

"Those are my feet, not my legs!" Oshawott corrected her. "I still haven't grown proper legs yet. But they'll grow in soon!"

The blushing sylveon giggled, as did her siblings behind her, "I'm sure your little parts will grow bigger when you evolve, little guy." She obviously had more than just his legs in mind!

"I'm not so sure about that." A vaporeon swam up close too. "But here, let's help! Sylveon, you use your ribbons to grab his... feet... and I'll use Splash to help get rid of Goodra's goo." And they say Splash was a useless move!

Oshawott panicked, "You're gonna attack!? Is that gonna hurt?" The naked pokémon wiggled and squirmed even more, thrusting his naked hips into the air. It made all the girls laugh even more. He wasn't the most calm, mature, or knowledgeable, was he?

"Splash doesn't do any damage, don't worry." Vaporeon smiled and started to gently splash him, coating him in water, which made the goo less thick and sticky. Sylveon lifted the boy up by his legs, raising his private area out of the water and into the air! Her whole family got a look at his little round white butt. Oshawott's dark blue tail wiggled around nervously underneath. Vaporeon smiled softly, "Ohh, isn't he cute?" This made her siblings laugh even more.

Oshawott looked up, seeing his little white belly and feet raised above his legs. And that's when he noticed... HIS SPEEDOS WERE MISSING!

"AH!" Oshawott yelped, covering his mouth! Where did they go!? When did they come off? Oh no! Did Goodra's sticky goo catch it and tug it off of him? Or did they slide off when Sylveon lifted his butt out of the water? Maybe Vaporeon's Splash attack blasted the speedos off his thighs, and showed his innocent little privates to all the girls surrounding him! "Harmless move, my butt." Oshawott grumbled to himself - with his wet butt shining in the sunlight in front of all the curious girls. He tried to raise his nubby little arms up to cover his privates in front of all the girls' eyes, but he couldn't!

Oshawott tried to cover with his little feet... but they were stuck, spread apart naked, with Sylveon's ribbons wrapped around them! "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" He whined, he was forced to be spread nude in front of all of them! Even a cute little innocent eevee, and a hot-headed flareon, or the cool and wise glaceon and espeon were staring at him. And not at his face, but obviously right between his little wiggling legs! Oshawott thought he might faint from embarrassment!

He tried using his tail as his final resort to cover up - flapping it up against his butt, maybe it could curl around and cover his naked little crotch? He'd do anything for a little dignity right now! He had so many witnesses and other pokémon slowly gathering and seeing what all the commotion was about. All the slaps of his tail hitting his butt just made him stand out more!

The girls giggled, Eevee swimming up and asking, "Why are you spanking yourself??" Oshawott looked down at the cute little fuzzball, way too embarrassed to answer her. This was humiliating enough! He decided to stop using his tail, but as he looked up at his privates, he could see how scared and nervous he was, and how tiny his penis was! Did it shrink down even more? It must have been almost half an inch - it was NEVER this small before! Why now!? Why in front of all these cute girl pokémon!? He knew it wasn't such a tiny little nub normally, but maybe being cold and naked in the air effected it.

Oshawott was ready to give up - just in time too! Because he was finally yoinked free of Goodra's sticky tummy!

"Got 'em!" Sylveon grinned up at the little nudist. He was hanging upside-down in front of her, but thankfully all she could see was his little tushie on display.

However, that meant on the other side... "Oh my goodness..." Goodra gasped. She was getting an eyeful of Oshawott's underside! She could see eeeeverything the boy had to offer! And it wasn't very much. She didn't even mean to, but her instincts brought her to look down closer at his wet, wobbling bits as he squirmed helplessly in Sylveon's helpful grasp. "Wow... ha ha." Goodra softly smiled, she'd never be able to unsee Oshawott's tiny little penis and balls now!

"Okay okay, you can let me go now!" Oshawott struggled and wiggled for freedom. He just wanted to get his tiny parts underwater as soon as possible, find his swimsuit, and swim away!

Syleveon and the others giggled as she slowly eased him into the water - spinning him around to face her as she did. This gave her and the girls all one last chance to see Oshawott on display. They noted how, when upside-down, his penis just barely flopped downward (it would have more if it was longer! But it wasn't. At least not right now.) Even his balls weren't just round orbs that stood in place. The girls all saw how his little ballsac rolled forward, resting over most of his penis when he was upside-down like this. But, after their last glance, Sylveon dropped him in the water, and finally let him get some coverage.

The pokémon splashed in the water, and poked his embarrassed little face out from underneath. All they could see were his cute little black eyes, a big frown, and blushing freckled cheeks. The eeveelutions and Goodra all laughed together, knowing Oshawott now knew what they'd all seen. He was so embarrassed! All these girls had seen his naked little pride and joy, and he couldn't act like a big shot around them at all anymore.

"Umm... so..." he looked around on the water surface around him, "Did anyone see my swimsuit?" He seemed to be getting nervous, and dipped his face in the water to look around for them.

"No, I haven't seen any..." Sylveon reported, "You were naked when I got here." Oshawott's jaw dropped, and he turned to Goodra for answers.

She nodded quietly, "She's right. When you swam up to me, you were already naked. You didn't have a suit on, Oshawott..."

The little otter felt sick to his stomach. Oh no! How long had he been like that!?

"Didn't you notice everyone staring at you while you were swimming by them?" Goodra asked, quite observant.

"What? No, everyone was watching me swim! I'm super fast and... I thought I was just wowwing everyone!" He covered his mouth with his little arms. Maybe they weren't wowwing over his fast swimming skills. "Oh no... is THAT why everyone was cheering me on!? But, the praise... the gasps... the pictures!!" Oshawott's black eyes turned white in shock! "I gotta find them!" He got on his back and began to swim away, "Thanks for your help!"

The girls couldn't believe it! "OSHAWOTT!!" They all pointed directly at his tiny little penis. The male stopping in place, gasping at himself, realizing that his usual quick swimming method was a BAD idea here! He couldn't swim around like this without showing his tiny willy, or his butt behind him!

"Oh no... I just gotta, swim normally, I guess...!" At least that meant he could look around more carefully for his speedo. And with that, he swam back around the cove, with big red blushing cheeks, trying not to make eye contact with other pokémon, but it was really hard not to! The wartortles, Braixen and her sister, and so many others were staring. He didn't even see the rotom anymore that must have gotten his picture! "Oh gosh..." Oshawott almost wanted to cry. To think, someone had naked pictures of him! Swimming at the beach! And it didn't even matter if his weewee was big or small, it was weird and humiliating no matter what!

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As he got closer to where he last left Buneary, Oshawott still hadn't found his speedo. Thankfully he could keep himself hidden from the pokémon above the water, but he didn't even consider the pokémon underneath the water! There were plenty of fish-type pokémon under the water, who watched as he swam by them nude. An innocent horsea watched him swim up to her. She could easily see his light little penis and balls bouncing gently between his little feet as he unknowingly swam right up to her. Had he thought about it, he would have stopped or covered between his legs! But instead, the curious pokémon watched up with its big red eyes, getting a close view at his adorable little weenie and ballsac swishing around through the water. He swam right over her head - just inches from her face! And as she turned to watch him go, she giggled seeing his little white butt and tail, fully displaying itself nude in front of her, and all the other underwater creatures!

While a lot of pokémon on the sea's floor might not be as concerned as the more mammalian pokémon, there was a certain pokémon who was quite taken by what she saw: Brionne. She was a blue seal pokémon who swam in the sea. She looked like she had a few layered skirts around her torso, and a blue tail that made her resemble a mermaid. She noticed most pokémon above her in the water had swimsuits, speedos, bikinis, and all types of outfits to cover their privates. It wasn't as naughty being an underwater pokémon these days - but she sure noticed one boy swimming around bottomless above her. The pokémon curiously swam under him on purpose, following along, her round, pink nose just inches away from touching his balls. Brionne was as talented as she was curious! She bumped her soft, squishy nose right between Oshawott's balls and penis, causing him to gasp and leap out of the water! Brionne was just as shocked, and hurried away so he wouldn't notice.

"What was that!?" Oshawott whined, looking around, holding onto his privates - realizing he'd just exposed himself AGAIN. He looked a bit grumpy as he stared at the Piplup swimming in front of him. The penguin giggled, surprised to see the otter hop up nude, but could eventually hear why. "Something bumped me underwater... who was that!?" The otter dipped his head under to see - once again, showing off his little booty to everyone on the surface. He saw a lot of pokémon, but none nearby! "Huh..." he thought to himself.

"OH WAIT!" He gasped for breath as he went back up, "I haven't been looking under water enough! I could have lost my speedo anywhere and they could have sunk down... oops..." Oshawott sighed, he really didn't want to swim back and forth AGAIN to try and find his swimsuit. He was more and more okay with just running up to the sandy shore naked and hiding in his towel at this point. As embarrassed as he was, if he'd already flashed his little winky off to so many other pokémon today, he could only worry so much about a few more getting a view...

"HEY!" He felt another bump against his little weenie, eyes widening as he dipped down to see who it was. This time, Brionne stayed put! "IT WAS YOU!" Oshawott point at her, staring down between her legs. He then realized... the cute pop star pokémon and him both had a clear view of his miniscule manliness right there! Not only that! But so could all the pokémon under the water! He spotted a Goldeen and Seaking staring... he also saw a few Staryu and Starmie but... could they even see? And did fish really understand how it was embarrassing to see his little worm dangling between his legs? On second thought, he was just thankful that they didn't confuse it for anything and try to nibble on it!

He did look over to see other pokémon like Dratini and Squirtle, who more clearly understood his anatomy and shortcomings. Both pokémon laughed together, which made poor Oshawott curl his feet and arms in together to try and hide his body best he could. But how could he swim like that? He'd have to expose himself to someone above or under the surface no matter what he did! He felt frozen, or maybe just paralyzed, overcome with worry about just how many other pokémon at the cove saw him this way today.

Thankfully, he felt one more inappropriate touch from Brionne as her whole face and back brushed between his legs! "W-WAHH! HEY!!" The little pokémon squeaked, finding himself on top of the blue seal's back. He grabbed onto her instinctively as the swimming pokémon sped up ahead with him riding her back naked.

"Here, I'll help you, little guy." She giggled, feeling the otter's little balls and penis pressed right up against her backside. Oshawott shivered - this felt so weird! But it was his best chance to hide his nudity - right up against her back! Of course, he was hoping she would stay underwater to keep him hidden, but they were approaching the shore and it was starting to get a little shallow. "Hey! Anybody seen this Oshawott's clothes?" Brionna asked out to the nearby pokémon. "Or seen his mom or dad anywhere?"

Oshawott was dying of embarrassment. "HEY! STOP!" He leaned in close against her - sprawled out naked against her back, wrapping his legs around her sides. He felt his little balls plop out behind his butt as he changed position but he had to tell her, "Don't tell everyone about it! I came here myself, with friends! I'm not a baby!"

Brionne laughed, bouncing him off of her back and up into the air. "Oh you aren't?" The flying Oshawott wiggled in the air, completely naked, trying to land! Everyone must have stared at his simple little bare body as it went up, and landed butt-first on top of Brionne's nose. The seal almost looked like she was putting on a performance, playing with him by the shore for everyone to watch. He spun around on her nose, blushing in part from his exposure to the crowd, who could probably barely see his flopping peepee parts at this speed, but also feeling embarrassed with how his smooth little bottom was spinning on her snout! It felt so weird! But, she stopped him from spinning - unfortunately, she did so with his balls and penis right in front of her beautiful, sparkly eyes. She stared directly at them up close. "Well, you look like a baby! But, if you say you're not..." She giggled and bounced him off into the water gently, waving her fin, "Bye bye for now!"

The embarrassed oshawott watched her tail fly up in the air one more time before she dove back down into the water and swam away.

"Whew... I can't handle any more embarrassment." Oshawott sighed, sinking in the water and staying there for a minute so others would look away... eventually... hopefully...

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"Oshawott!" A certain brown bunny called out to him from the sandy cove.

"Buneary!" He gasped, it was her! "Sorry that took so long... I uh, ran into some trouble. And..." He wondered if he should even bother mentioning his speedo to her. He remembered doing all this just to impress her and look cool! None of this would have happened if he hadn't tried showing off... maybe.

"That's okay." The polite brown bunny girl smiled innocently in her pink swimsuit. "You dropped these!"

Oshawott's jaw dropped. Did he really... lose his speedo... right from the very beginning?? That meant... EVERYONE along the way saw him! Maybe even Buneary herself! "Oh man!" The otter pokémon felt his face burn bright red. Well... if she already saw it, at least she wasn't teasing him right now.

"Here you go." She held out his shorts, and without thinking, Oshawott started walking out of the water and up to the sand. But, as he noticed Buneary's expression change, looking shocked and bashful as she could see his tiny little poké-penis wobbling in front of him, Oshawott realized what happened.

"OOPS!" He covered his crotch with his hands and crossed his feet, "I'm so sorry! Gah!"

Buneary closed her eyes and leaned forward so Oshawott could take his speedo. He took it and tried getting dressed, lifting his naked little foot up in the air, but... he watched everyone on the beach stare at him, including Lopunny - who he assumed was related to Buneary somehow. "Ahhh...." Oshawott grinned awkwardly, "I'm gonna go! Thanks! See ya!" And thus, the nude male pokémon scurried back to his friends, holding his speedo in front of his nervous little poke-penis.

"Snivy! Tepig! We gotta use Agility, right now!" Oshawott whined, hopping and skipping in front of the pair. "Come on!"

Snivy sat up, pushing down her sunglasses, giving an unimpressed stare to the bare boy before her. "Uhh, why'd you take off your speedo? People can see your butt, you know..."

"YEAH, I KNOW." He gestured out to the pokémon behind him, "EVERYONE'S SEEN IT. BUT I CAN'T PUT THESE ON RIGHT NOW SO LET'S GO. TEPIG, GET UP!"

The two friends looked at Tepig who rolled over, waking up from his dream. "Huh...? Hey Oshawott! You're okay!" The orange piggy gasped and wiggled happily as his two friends stared at him. "Oh my gosh, you wouldn't BELIEVE the crazy adventure I just had!" He hopped up on his hooves ready to tell his tale. His friends couldn't help but stare at something different below his belly... "There was this other Wish Park! And all sorts of new pokémon were there! And everyone was eating curry! You had the ability to use Fly but-"

"Tepig!" Oshawott yelled at his friend, "You're butt naked!"

The pig stopped fidgeting in place and stared down at his tubby belly, trying to glance below, but he sure didn't see his speedo on.

"Oh my gosh! I left it by the mini-game stand! I gotta go back!" He buried his pig snout in the sand - his big orange butt on display. Snivy would have laughed if she didn't seem so grossed out. "Oh wait, but first!" The hyperactive pig hopped back up and hugged his friend. "I'm so glad you're okay. I thought you'd be stuck in the air forever! I really gotta tell you the whole story after this."

Snivy's eyelids were half-closed and in an annoyed or disgusted tone, she informed the two naked, hugging males, "You might wanna step back a bit..."

Oshawott and Tepig blushed, realizing somethings below their bellies were touching as they hugged.

"Yeah okay. Let's go Oshawott!" Tepig whined, scurrying ahead on all fours like a little pig, "See you at Pikachu's Pad!"

Snivy and Oshawott just looked at each other. "How'd he really lose his suit? Wasn't he asleep?" Oshawott asked Snivy. Surely she had to know if they were there the whole time.

The grass pokémon stood up and started folding their towels, "I thought it'd be a fun prank, but I didn't expect you to be naked too. You kinda ruined the joke."

"Well excuuuuse me, Snivy." He huffed at the princess as he wrapped his towel around his waist.

The two were ready to leave the Cove Area with more dignity than Tepig had.

"Let's go get our naked friend back." Snivy sighed, using one of her vines to pull his speedo out of the sand. "Gross." She tossed the sandy swimwear to Oshawott.

Oshawott shook his head, holding two pairs of speedos in his hand as he walked off with Snivy. "For some reason, I don't think word of this adventure is going to spread around as much as the last one."

The smug snake shook her head and smiled, "For your sake, let's hope not."

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