#he use to be very fuzzy appearently. i looked up what he originally looked like and. yeah hes been through some things

[thenewblackcanvas]

*I used this picture last time but it fits so don't mention it (original post)

siren!seonghwa x reader 18+ only, minors dni themes: explicit, water sex, outdoor sex, mythical creature (siren)

After the other day aka the after party incident, Seonghwa has been a menace.

His lustful annoyances have grown in number. Pressing himself to you on the train. Winking at you across the room. Licking his fingers clean when baking.

A menace.

However, he has also been very romantic and lovey as well. He holds you tighter at night, slipping his fingers between yours with his head in your neck. Strokes your hair lovingly when he sees you doing something and just wants to give you love without interrupting you too much. Soft looks before he kisses you sweetly.

Today he seems excited. He’s driving you two somewhere but barely letting go of your hand. He’s singing along to the playlist you have going one minute then the next enjoying the music, bringing your intertwined hands up to softly kiss yours.

No matter how many times you ask a variation of “Hwa, baby, where are we going?” He just looks over to you with a smirk before singing at you.

Soon enough you’re walking through trees off the path that led to where he parked. You would be worried if it wasn’t for his firm grip on your hand and confident steps through the endless green.

Soon, he emerges you two from the wall of trees to the spring hidden inside. You were in awe of its beauty but were confused why you were here. And how he knew it was here for that matter.

“My home” he muttered. You looked to him to see his wide starry eyes. The smile on his face was nothing short of fond. After a moment he led you to the edge of the clear blue water. This was the first time he let go of your hand as he slid his shoes off and kneeled by the water. “Beautiful.”

“Very” you smiled as you watched him.

He turned back to you, beaming. You joined him next to the water with your fond smile growing.

“I grew my aura here.”

“I thought you were from an island.”

“I am, all sirens are but some of us come to springs such as these to grow our auras. Away from the vastness and traffic of the sea. No cruise ships coming through here.” he laughs.

As you wonder what growing his aura was like he stands. A low hum starts in his chest. The tone sweet. He strips slowly, eyes now turned to the sea in the distance. He simply says, “Sometimes I miss being in the water.”, before he walks into the spring, scales appearing over parts of his body. Pale skin complimenting the iridescent purpley blues that spread across him. His humming starts again as he turns, biting his lip as he beckons you in. You strip, throwing your clothes beside his.

The moment you put a foot in your body buzzes. It scares you for moment but he’s at your side in a second. “Its alright darling. Its alright. Your body is getting on frequency with mine” He holds out his hand for yours. Immediately, you grab it, trusting him instinctively. With careful and cautious steps you let him gently guide you in fully. Seonghwa is careful to keep you in the shallow area, only letting water come up to right under your breasts. “Better?”

The buzzing has dulled to a hum where he touches you, all you can hear is his hum from before. It pulls a bit of fuzzy brain forward as you stare at your connected hands, nodding dumbly.

A soft hand on your chin turning your gaze towards him brings you out of it. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, much better. But what do you mean frequency? Wait why did you come here to grow your aura? Didn’t you-”

He smiles playfully. “Oh so want a full Siren lesson huh? Trying to be just like me again?”

You laugh pushing him back some as he had gotten closer with his teasing. As he leans back from your playful shove, something brushes your leg. You yelp moving back.

“Calm down.” He leans back more allowing you to see what it was. His tail. 

Of course, you knew he had one but you’d only seen it once. He doesn’t show it often, preferring to say bipedal most of the time. He has told you he goes off to swim with it sometimes. Often, you wonder if he’s self concious to let you see it much. Maybe even scared but here he is grinning happily with his tail splashing you.

He’s playful and filled with child like charm for a while. The carefree feeling of him in his ethereal glory as he laughs happily. As the sun, continues to move across the sky, it gets hidden behind curved trees over a particular part of the spring as if thick clouds were shielding the sun from shining. You look up to see the leaves and branches curling to make a thick umbrella. Its a little cooler now thanks to it. You turn back to see Seonghwa gone but you can still feel him. He’s so close you can feel his tail brush against you. The moment you feel his legs return you know he’s doing something. You move closer to land, sliding up on a curved rock coming up from the water. The slope of the side allowing you to sit while still mostly covered by water. He swims over, rising with each step until right before his lower half is freed from the water. He’s towering over you. “My little siren, do you know what a spring means to us?” He leans over with both palms on the rocks next to you. You shake your head slowly, head tilted back to look at him.

“This is where my sensual energy comes from. Where I sang for a beautiful partner. Amazing inside and out. Someone to sing my songs to. To swim with me. With legs to bury my face between. Nails to mark my back.” His dark eyes looked deeply into your own. “Bringing a partner here means something I can’t describe. But I can show you.”

He steps back. Pulling your leg to bring you back into the swimming part of the water.

“My influence here is stronger than anywhere else. Can you feel it?” You could. 

But then he begins to sing. 

You can feel it the moment it hits you. It moves through you like its flowing through your veins. Making your heart pump faster, your head feel like its floating, and arousal flood your senses. This isn’t the first time you’ve felt his influence but this was stronger, you've never felt this. You gripped his shoulder as this was an arousal so strong you felt yourself quiver.

You hold his shoulder tightly, the other hand holding onto the back of his neck to keep him near you. He wasn’t going anywhere but you were incapable of letting him too far. His hands roam your torso, lighting another fire of desire with every light touch. 

The moment he stops singing he kisses you finally, he pulls you impossibly closer, his length pressing between. 

Without a word, he pulls you down, sliding you down the rocks until you were both submerged. Though you struggled to open your eyes underwater, he held you close. When you finally managed you had another problem. You hadn’t taken a deep breath before he pulled you under. Before you could move back to the surface, he put is lips on yours. 

Relief rushed to your lungs. Not the distinct feeling of a deep breath of fresh air but relief all the same. Your water pressured eyes were open in shock. Not feeling like you were drowning, you finally closed them, feeling the sparks of arousal light again. When he pulled away you opened your eyes again. You could see him. The blurriness from the unnatural pressure was gone and you could see everything so clearly. It was as if a stage light was lit so everything under the surface was irrdescant. 

Then there was him. 

He glowed in the majesty of the water. Some of his scales were visible and shining like you’d never seen before.

Your eyes sparkled in awe. It was like nothing you had ever dreamed of. He smiled wide at your wonder, no hint of fear in your wide eyes. Something clicking for him in that moment. A confirmation of what he knew before coming here. You truly are the one.

He springs towards you, moving expertly in the water to capture your lips with his again. Moving up until he pierces the surface, he pushes you up again further onto the rock before he leans over you. You felt you may need time to adjust to the wonder he just showed you but the way his eyes level you with a look of want it almost leaves your mind. 

At a time with such high lust he's usually between your legs already with only his eyes visible but neither of you have to say anything as he kisses and slides in at the same time. Your head falls back in a silent scream. The intensity of the feeling is at a 10. He must know as he holds your cheek nodding as he continues to fill you. Every part of you was on fire, the only things keeping you grounded were the cool water and Seonghwa’s gentle hands. He lays his head on your shoulder making you realize his hips were touching the back of your thighs. His head dropped to your shoulder. 

“Darling” he breathed out roughly but said nothing else. The hand on your cheek slid down to hold your hip as he pulled out with a deep sigh. You couldn’t make any noise, all sounds almost stuck in your throat. He sat up and slowly pushed back in, doing so over and over again. He kept with these movements, his hands gently running across your body. You opened your eyes to see him looking over you almost in a daze. His eyes looked as though he was taking in a precious treasure he never thought he would find. 

“Hwa” you heard yourself say. He looked up to your face, eyes filled with lust behind heavy lids. You looked so heavenly. He didn’t answer but leaned down again to peck your lips, pushing your thigh up and out as he pushed deeper into you. You saw him smile as he started to move faster. His other hand pushed your other thigh up the same way as he sped up.

The sounds that were all caught in your throat were coming out now. Sinful sounds from the heavenly feel. Your hands grabbed at his waist trying to pull him to you more. Your back arched against the wet rocks. “Baby, you don’t understand.” his voice sounds strained as he buries his face in your neck. Hand coming under your arm to hold your shoulder tightly. The rough hold makes you arch again, thighs moving up on their own and hips sliding in just the right way to hit the spot that has you squealing and grabbing onto him like you'd been given the best shot of your life. You clench and he throws his head back with a loud moan of his own.

“A-Again. Please.” you try to say as clearly as possible. He stops, looking down at your bashful face. He says nothing for a moment only breathing heavily as water still drips from his hair. His kisses you softly before pulling back again. His hands go to the crease of your thighs so close to where you’re both joined, sliding slowly up adding more pressure the higher he goes to push them open, sinking more into your wetness. When he reaches the bend of your knees, you're a mess trying to cover your mouth and stifle the sounds that you want to make as he sits snuggly at the spot you begged him to reach again.

You could tell too through watering eyes he was having trouble staying together too, no doubt from the way you were squeezing him. “Move your hand” he says in a quiet voice “You can make all the noise you want here, darling. Please.”

There was still hesitation until he readjusted his hand. The way you felt him move ever so slightly, so deep in you was so good. You screamed in pleasure in a way you'd never heard from yourself. That self satisfied smile was back as he steadily started to move.

Shallow thrusts at first to savor the feeling of how deep he was. Both of you sounding so blissful in the cover of the trees around you.

The longer he goes the more he pulls out just to feel himself sinking back into your warmth. It’s too good not to. He starts to feel drunk on the feeling and the sounds you're giving him that seem to echo between the trees. Is this what they meant by it feels different with your partner here? He moves his hands needing to be close to you. One sliding up your back to pull you up closer, the other supporting him as he starts to almost double over with the sensation. He’s almost growling in your ear now as he moves his hips as deeply as he can. 

“Hwa please, please” you're begging for something not of your own volition, your body wanting without telling your brain. 

He moans into your ear for a moment at the sound of your sweet voice begging him for release. “It’s ok baby-”

But that’s not what you’re begging for. “Give me your cum.”

He’s never heard you ask for something so filthy. Your eyes have pleaded with him and your legs have stayed around him when he’s nearing his end but never have you outright said it, especially not so vulgar.

And he’s not going to deny his baby. 

He puts all his energy into fucking you into the damp rock. The water by legs moving wildly as he slams into you with as much love and lust as he can. You scream as you fall into the white hot of your orgasm. It takes your breath away for a moment, taking away every sensation but his cock losing pace before you finally feel it. The warmth that spreads from his release. He’s filling up and it almost feels too intimate to be happening in the open expanse of nature. 

You cling tight to him, letting his hips stutter and jerk into you as his body reacts to the strong sensation.

This isn’t the first time he’s filled you but it does feel different. Both of you feeling almost…sparkling? There’s no other word to describe it. It’s a feeling so unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

You’re so drained you can’t move yourself as he gathers you in his arms, holding you tight before pushing off back into the water. You gather enough strength feeling yourself moving to wrap your arms around his neck. You gasp as you feel he’s still inside while your legs are wrapped around him before going below the surface. Sleepily, you watch the way the light dances with the movement of the water as he floats around and moves in a way that lulls you to sleep. 

You awake between his legs on the shore. Warm, realizing though you’re still naked. He’s staring at the sunset with you laid against him as he’s leaned back on his palms. You look up at him from his lap. His beauty is unparalleled and he seems so at peace. He looks down smiling wider as he notices you’re awake.

The realization of how much you love him makes you warm inside. You knew already that you loved him but the depth of your affections is so clear now that you want to cry. Somehow he must understand as the look on his face seems to show understanding. He he caresses your cheek with a gentle hand. A choked ‘I love you’ comes from your mouth at some point.

When he finally speaks you want to hear it forever. “I love you darling“

#seonghwa x reader #siren!seonghwa #seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa drabble

[basilf1res]

DPxDC

The Adventures of Dash Baxter, the Kryptonian - Part 2

(I’m working on the name I promise- I just need ideas lol)

<- Previous (Part 1 + original prompt)

Uh- please read part one for the beginning and some context I guess, it’s not too long in my opinion. ;)

Summary:

The entirety of Casper High’s Sophomores are on a field trip to Metropolis, how fun! Some self discovery happens, Wes gets arrested, Dash has a mental breakdown over finding out he’s not human, Kwan has feelings, Danny is here for it, and Mikey is kinda just there for the plot. Not exactly in that order.

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The feeling of cloud-like pillows and thick comforters under his chest and face was heaven. Dash's only response to being nudged was a groan of annoyance.

Thank the Ancients the walls appeared to be soundproof.

"Dash, get up please, you need to change... and shower preferably..." Wes muttered the last bit under his breath but Dash heard it anyways.

He decided to comply, perhaps the shower would be just what he needed.

Rolling off the bed and scowling up at Wes and Mikey from the floor, Dash huffed out a sigh before snapping his fingers and pointing towards his bag full of clothes. Mikey frowned before walking over to it, picking it up with both hands by the straps, and threw it at Dash's head.

He barely managed to move in time, scrambling up off the floor and watching the heavy thing crash where his perfectly sculpted face previously was.

Wes just looked at him, tsking and turned around with his amusement only somewhat hidden.

He'd pay for that later. Dash would shove him into a cabinet, drawer, or something. He grabbed the bag anyways.

Kwan exited the bathroom in a large dark grey Dumpty Humpty shirt and very fluffy-looking pajama pants, the pants had a pattern of sleeping bulldogs with different colored heart-shaped sunglasses on. His hair was only a little damp, slightly covering his emerald colored eyes.

Dash shook his head to clear it after realizing he'd been staring for a moment too long. He strode past his best friend, expecting to catch the scent of semi-expensive hotel soap that was always in those annoyingly tiny bottles, but instead it was Kwan's regular shampoo and conditioner. Guess he wasn't the only one who brought his own for the three week trip.

Stepping into the bathroom, he noticed the mirror had bits of condensation around the edges, the steam was swirling around the bathroom fan and seeping out into the living room area.

He quickly closed the door and placed the bag on the floor, blocking access to the cabinet under the sink. A new fancy white towel was placed on the toilet seat along with Kwan's shampoo and conditioner.

The corners of his mouth quirked up as he reached out and his knuckles brushed the bottles, his friend probably left them on purpose in case he forgot his own. Dash didn't forget, but Kwan's thoughtfulness was appreciated and made his chest feel all warm and fuzzy with appreciation. So what if the field trip went from pain in the ass to bearable in three seconds, Kwan was the nicest jock out of them all and he hated being described as a ‘jock’. The guy always felt bad about relentlessly bullying Fenton a year ago and he could never hurt a fly.

With a hum, Dash turned on the shower and made sure the water wasn't burning to the touch.

It didn't take long to properly shower, the water had felt nice as it washed away fifteen plus hours on a bus, on a bus with all the sophomores in Casper High.

Dash realized after a few minutes of drying his hair to make sure it didn't make his pillow damp, that the noise of the city was muted, almost completely gone even. He could hardly hear the whispering of Wes going conspiracy theorist on Mikey and Kwan.

In fact, Dash could only hear their heartbeats if he listened closely, but even that was dulled.

Huh.

Dash prayed to the Ancients this was a one-time thing. He might have a breakdown if it wasn't.

He put the used towel in the hamper and turned to the sink to brush his hair out quickly. After putting the comb back in his bag he fished out a toothbrush and toothpaste along with floss and mouthwash.

Dash ran his fingers through his hair one more time to make sure it was as dry as he could make it, before finishing his nightly routine and putting his stuff away. He grabbed Kwan's soaps along with his bag and grabbed the doorknob, however, the metal creaked and his hand formed a slight finger-shaped dent in the shiny gold-colored material.

Dash grimaced, he didn't need to give Wes something else to hyperfixate on. He witnessed what happened the last time, and he felt bad for the poor freshman who was indeed a furry, but certainly not a werewolf.

He turned the knob with delicacy, making sure not to apply too much pressure. He walked out, barely suppressing a yawn. Kwan look up at him from the lower twin bunk bed near the windows, the exhaustion causing his eyelids to droop.

Wes was setting up a cork board riddled with pins, sticky notes, and photos. Where he managed to keep (read: hide) the thing on the bus ride stumped Dash.

Mikey looking at Wes as if he’d grown a second head, slack jawed and glancing back and forth between the three other teens in the room.

Weston shifted slightly, lifting his head a little higher and sneering when he took notice of the blonde.

Dash scoffed lightly and turned to walk towards his best friend. He tossed the bottles to him with a nod and a curve to his lips.

“You taking the bottom?” Dash couldn’t keep the yawn down this time, lifting his arms over his head to stretch while he walked away to turn the lights off, save the lamp on Wes’s nightstand.

“Yup.” Kwan said, popping the ‘p’.

“You wanna switch halfway through or nah?” The blonde questioned, flicking the switch by the entrance and checking the lock on the door.

Kwan hummed, “I’m alright, I don’t like sleeping high off the ground.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a trait Dash swore up and down he learned from the youngest Fenton.

He nodded, and as he walked by Wes he smacked him on the back. Wes hissed in surprise, a couple of pins falling on the floor as they spilled from the box.

“Go to sleep Weston.” Dash grunted, sleep pulling at his achy limbs and sore joints.

“Yeah yeah I will you blonde bastard.” Wes hissed under his breath.

“Language.” Dash didn’t turn back as he spoke.

“English.” Wes snapped - causing Dash to throw a nasty look over his shoulder -, his lip curling before his head tilted a tad and his eyes took on an odd glint.

He didn’t have time to process it as he turned around and hoisted himself up onto the top bunk while murmuring a quiet ‘good night’ to Kwan.

Dash lowered himself onto the bed, placing his head on the pillow with a sigh of contentment.

It wasn’t long until the last light in the room turned off, Mikey’s soft snoring filling the air in minutes. Dash shifted on top of the covers, positioning himself to look out the window. The hotel was placed on the outskirts of the city, most likely to avoid the bullshit that Superman had to protect Metropolis from.

He let his thoughts drift, his mind jumping from one topic to the next. Dash fiddled with the silk - he thinks it’s silk - sheets as he stared out through the thick glass and found himself transfixed with the city itself, sure Amity Park was pretty, but the Fenton’s monstrous compendium of anti-ghost weaponry tended to light up the sky with green every time their local hero set it off. And don’t get anyone started on the amount OSHA violations the so-called OP’s center ha-

A creak of springs from one of the mattresses snapped him out of his little adventure. There was a pitter-patter of feet on the marble tile floor before the semi-silent steps on the carpet. It wasn’t Kwan, he could hear the whistle of air rushing between his teeth when he exhaled. It wasn’t Mikey, he was still snoring.

Dash concluded it had to be Wes, frowning, he turned over only to spot the conspiracy theorist with his camera. Wes was standing on the ladder, the lens barely two feet from his face as he heard the tale tell click of the shutter.

“Go away Wes.” He whispered harshly.

The redhead was suspiciously quiet, but he lowered the camera regardless. Dash scowled when he made no move to get down.

“I’d recommend you climb down yourself before I push you off.” Dash growled with little heat behind it.

Wes opened his mouth, closed it, and repeated the action a few more times before managing to utter a few words.

“I… don’t like this.” Wes’s gaze was fixed on the window and the space beyond.

“I don’t think any of us do. I’d rather be stuck with Fenton and the tech nerd than you.” Dash whispered, sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his kneecaps.

“Well yeah… but…” Wes started. “Ugh, never mind.”

The teen hopped off the ladder, glancing one more time at Dash, before looking over his camera to make sure it wasn’t damaged in any way. Dash flopped back down, taking the time to pull the sheets over his body this time. He heard Wes place the camera on the nightstand, step into bed, and eventually pass out.

It didn’t take long after that for Dash to fall into a dreamless slumber.

…

…

knock knock knock

…

KnoCK KNocK

.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The voice was muffled but unmistakably Ms. Tetslaff.

“Get yer butts outta bed!! We’re leaving for the Art Museum tour in forty five!”

Dash could hear the shuffling of students mingling in the hallway.

Kwan stretched, joints popping as he hopped out of bed with more vigor than someone should have at seven in the morning.

Oh boy. This should be fun. For once, he agreed with Wes’s bemoaning.

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Wooosshhh. Done! I’m happy with how this is going so far, next up: Art Museum but then ✨crime✨

Hopefully I’ll be able to make time to write this week, and Happy Valentines Day! And to all, a good night!

Wait that’s not how the saying goes…

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fanfiction #fic #fic update #danny phantom #dp #dc #dash baxter #kwan #wes weston #mikey #paulina sanchez #star #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #mr lancer #mr. lancer #ms tetslaff #metropolis #lex luthor is acting sus #Danny will get his time to shine eventually!! #i promise #please give me name ideas for this fic #I kinda wanna name it after song lyrics? #but I’m not sure #i’ll take anything

[banjjakz]

notes: parasocially relational infidelity; implied stalking/harassment

➡ Go back the way you came.

Well, if you’ve gotten this far with your undoubtedly ridiculous lucky streak, it shouldn’t be so far-fetched an idea that you could just waltz out of the backstage area the exact same way by which you’d initially trespassed.

With Geto’s LINE ID stored squarely away in your phone and a post-coital pep in your limping, bruised, wobbly-kneed step, you proceed to walk down the dark, desolate corridor as though you actually belong here.

It is not long before you’ve made your way past the genesis of all this chaos to begin with: Yuuta’s dressing room.

Wow, you can’t believe what brought you closer to ShinShow was, in the end, ultimately, your connection to and passion for Yuuta… even though Geto was the member who, in the end, was more forward in proving his tangible desire for you, you will always remember Yuuta: your first love.

Lost in reverie, you stop in your tracks, pausing to admire the door…that happens to be ajar…with light leaking through the sizeable gap…seeping out around a conspicuous silhouette…with a familiar stature…and wardrobe…and morose, gaunt, haunted-looking face…

AH!!

Yuuta looms in the doorway like a ghoul materialized out of bereft nothingness. Backlit by the cheap, fluorescent lighting of the dressing room, Tall, broad in the shoulders, disturbingly lithe everywhere else, he appears to you less as a man and more as a specter.

…Creepy.

“Y-Yuu-chan…!!”

His usual droopy expression seems to be even more downcast than usual – and that’s saying a lot. Onstage, he looks like he’s delivering a eulogy. That’s a part of his unique and special charm.

The very same charm that ensnared you in the first place…

Ugh, what’s this gross, syrupy feeling welling within you, webbing across your chest in a terminal infestation of guilt?

What had you been thinking?

Regret holds you close, tight, intimate, like a lover gone rogue. You don’t want to be here anymore. You can’t bear the thought of standing before Yuuta after what you’ve just done – after your unabashed infidelity.

Worse still, why is he looking at you like he knows where you’ve been?

Yuuta’s eyes are heavy with unspoken feeling, which on the one hand feels nice, because he’s even looking your direction at all holy shit, and on the other hand kind of brutal, because you feel like you’re in a lot of trouble.

“…”

Before you can even begin to try and come up with a lie to justify your presence in the restricted backstage area, Yuuta beats you to the punch, breaking the silence with his characteristically somber, soft-spoken timbre:

“You look like you need a hug.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face. More impactful than any rough treatment of Geto’s, you reel back, blinking hard as tears spring to your eyes, unbidden. “Huh? I don’t understand—I’m sorry, I j-just, um, I’m lost—”

Yuuta’s chuckle is almost bittersweet. You have to strain to hear the sweetness in that hollow, forlorn whisper. “You’re so cute, even when you lie.”

“E-eh—”

“Here.”

Pure instinct drives your hands up to catch the foreign object tossed at you with lightning-fast precision. Instead of the hard impact you’d been expecting, what meets your awaiting palms is soft, fuzzy, and almost soothing to the touch.

“A gift.”

Peering down, you discover that Yuuta has thrown you a blanket. It’s pitch black with wide, blue eyes that yearn towards you, sucking in your attention, blocking out all external stimuli, seemingly multiplying in number the longer you stare into their cerulean depths. Are you blinking? Are they?

“You might be interested to know it originally belonged to Geto-senpai,” says Yuuta, voice oddly flat and numb, affectless in a way that feels like a foreign object has been inserted underneath your skin. “He’s slept with it at least several times. I know that much. Eventually, he got bored, and now it’s mine. Senpai used to say it was good for comfort. Something about always feeling watched over. I hope it brings you that same stability.”

Confused, and still quite teary, you cock your head at Yuuta, trembling in your shoes. Why is he doing this? Why?

“As long as you’re happy,” he mumbles, smile almost as watery as your eyes are. “That’s all that matters to me. I’m glad.” Okay, the last part is uttered through gritted teeth – but you can tell he’s really trying to mean it.

“Um…I’m really grateful for Yuu-chan’s care and support—”  

“Just ‘Yuuta’ is fine.”

In an odd moment of denial of fanservice, he cuts you off before you can finish your grateful platitudes.

Why does this strangely feel like a break-up?

Nodding, you decide that you have no choice but to accept the consequences of your actions… while you’d come to this ShinShow performance as a dedicated Yuuta oshi, you’d left as a Geto-sama devotee. You suppose it’s only fair that you’ve forfeited any right to call Yuuta by his wota-given name.

“Many thanks to Yuuta-san, then.”

“Take care of yourself…and be well. You never know who could be watching.”

The dressing room door weeps quietly shut behind his skulking form.

Have you made a mistake?

Before you can dwell too deeply, your phone pings with a new LINE message. Hurriedly, you fish the heavily keychained device out of your pocket and swipe on the notification to see a new message from Geto. It reads:

Geto-sama wwww 23:55 someone needs to train you how to perform worship properly. I guess that particular burden must fall upon me.

Despite the chill in the unheated building, your face erupts with flames and the wet, soppy spot between your thighs is reignited with renewed heat.

This is your choice. You’ve dug your own grave.

And you’ll be buried in it – quite happily.

ENDING ACHIEVED: GETO SUGURU NORMAL END

SECRET ROUTE UNLOCKED: FUSHIGURO TOJI.

> PROCEED TO ROUTE [coming soon!]

#yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuta x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #final girl jjk #final girl banjjakz

[streets-in-paradise]

Horror Characters Preference - How they celebrate Christmas with you

Happy Holydays! This is a little gift i wrote for you all :)

 I wished I could have added more characters and some escenarios ended up a bit short, but this is the best i got in the few writing time i had in between holyday preparations. 

Fandoms incluided: Chucky, The Walking Dead and Stranger Things.

tags: @losersclubisms @helie-brain ( i added Daryl for you) @richiethedigidestine ( i remember how much you like Carl)

Chucky

Andy Barclay

-Only after growing tired of hearing you sing ' You are a mean one, Mr Grinch' he ends up confessing why he hates Christmas. 

- Andy is the sort of person who would give speeches about consumerism and children being brainwashed by commercials. It is a very important topic for him because it ruined his life, over the years he blamed himself a lot about wanting a Good Guy for his birthday when he was 6 and manipulative advertisement played a big role on that. 

- He is the least materialistic person you have ever met. Although he has a hard time expressing what he wants or needs you have clear that he prefers people over things. 

- If it would depend on him, he would spend Christmas like a regular day, but he has you and Kyle getting him out to get things and do holiday stuff. 

- Decorating the tree was easier to convince him about, you made the cabin look like a home and he couldn't complain of that. 

- It made him feel a bit fuzzy inside. His place would not be a prison or an Isolation spot anymore. You wanted to stay with him and turn it into a home, your home. 

Junior Wheeler

- Christmas is Bree's favorite holiday and she is your favorite of your boyfriend's parents, so you are there to celebrate. 

- You also want to support Junior because you know Logan has a way of always ruining his mood somehow. He would never let him be happy, not at least in his own way. 

- For so, you were there to do it. Perfectly aware of his musical inclinations, you encouraged him to sing Christmas songs with you for the little kids in the party. Junior knows that you like that and only you could have convinced him of joining.

 - People are shocked, Logan receives tons of compliments and advice coming even from some of his friends regarding the unexpectedly discovered talent of his son. 

- You casually mention that you play piano, a subtle act of support in that context. 

- Junior is so happy that, if there weren't formal appearances to keep, he would have kissed you ríght there.

Jake Wheeler

-Christmas is a hard time for him. He used to love it as a kid but since his mom died nothing is the same. The season reminds him so much of her and his father is not a good source of support. Lucas gets even worse around the holydays and Jake has to either avoid him or babysit his drunk ass.

 - One of his saddest memories involves him having to decorate the tree alone, feeling the loose even harder' because the season makes him feel like he is alone in the world. 

- That's precisely why it meant so much to see you at his doorstep visiting to help him with the decorations. You even brought some yourself along with some other Christmas plans. 

- He almost cried while eating your gingerbread cookies, that's how strongly emotional you got him with such simple acts. 

- Lucas gave you the side eye as he was passing by. He knows who you are and he is not supportive of your relationship, but that time you didn't mind in the slightest. 

- In fact, you previously fought the urge of bringing a mistletoe just to not get Jake in trouble. 

- You love your boyfriend and wouldn't let the assholeness of his father get in between your chances to give him happiness.

Bonus

Chucky

- He is the gift for one of the kids on your family gathering.

-Switched the original gift for a box containing him, actually. 

- Good luck surviving his holyday fun.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

- Celebrating anything is complicated in the world you live in, almost impossible for most people. When you were freshly arrived the Alexandria people were trying to push parties down your throats and Daryl had the worse reactions to that. 

- He hates to be pushed into anything, even more when it is about a celebration he wasn't a fan of before the apocalypse. 

- One thing was for sure, his reactions of discomfort were quite adorable to you. At some point of the party he got tired of giving deathly stares so he wouldn't be bothered and he stayed outside. He was out in the front not only refusing to participate, but to even be present.

- Of course, you followed to make him company and make sure he wouldn't freeze. After all, If both of you wanted, that party could be just the two of you.

Carl Grimes

- If he gets the chance to celebrate, he wants to make it nice for his little sister. Carl feels he was fortunate because he got to experience a real Christmas and she will never have that. 

- Even if she is too little to remember, he wants to make it special for her and you help with whatever you can. Sacavange for things, arts and crafts, whatever necessary to get some nice decorations and presents.  

- Your determination on the topic ends up convincing Rick of accepting the idea. As soon as he heard your reasons, even Daryl was up to participate. He has a soft spot for the little girl and Carl is doing so much for her. 

- When the time comes, all the people you consider family are there. It's your first truly felt Christmas since the end of the world.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

- He doesn't get much comfort and family at home, but since he has you and his little friends he found a family where he belongs and that manifests on his attitude around the holidays. 

- His gifts are super thoughtful. Everyone knows he is gonna surprise and that makes you nervous. You fear he would give you the most perfect gift and yours for him wouldn't be as good enough in comparison. 

- Meanwhile, Steve stresses more about what to get for Dustin, considering how far he is from his peculiar likes and interests, than what he planned for you. 

- For Christmas Eve he gets invited to dinner by the Hendersons and that means you also got invited. Dustin loves you both and wants you to be there with him and his mom. 

- When you arrive the boy is watching ' Silent Night, Deathly Night'. 

- " No horror movies tonight." You commented to him. " It's our first Christmas together. We have to make it nice. " 

" But it counts as a Christmas movie!" He playfully complained. " It's an open film subgenre." 

- Steve laughed and messed with his hair, loving to hear him being himself and you trying to make things the normal way. 

- You both in your different ways make him insanely happy.

Eddie Munson

-I get the feeling that his celebrations are the closest to how It's used to celebrate where i live. 

- Loudest Christmas ever, it's 6 pm of Christmas Eve and Eddie is already blasting music. He is a happy and unapologetical dude and that's how cheer hits him.

- You are neighbors, so you are constantly crossing over trailers to see how each other is going as you await for the night. You have to get reminded to get back whenever someone needs any of you for something on your preparations. 

- Eddie and Wayne end up joining you. Your family is on good terms with them and getting all together is better than having to stand how you and Eddie leave out of sudden to see each other. 

- At some point of the night, once you have enough time to dedicate to your families, you follow him into the next step of your celebrations. 

- Surprisingly crashing late at Dustin's and pumping up the party. 

- Steve mocked you for showing up late, he and Eddie have a secret war going on over who amazes Dustin the most.

Bonus

Billy Hargrove

- You have been dating for a while and your mom suggested you could invite him to your Christmas party. 

- Everything goes fine when you are introducing him to your parents but, as soon as he saw him, your little brother reacted as if he would have seen the reaper. He clumsily tried to dissimulate, but you know him well enough to notice he is terrified. 

- That’s how you find out that the dude you were seeing was also your brother’s bully, the nameless guy he would always complain about everytime he came back home made a scared mess. 

- You dump his ass without hesitation. He may be charming and super hot, but he showed his true colours messing with a little boy, with your family.

- Nothing can excuse that. 

#horror preferences #chucky #child's play #the walking dead #stranger things #andy barclay #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #daryl dixon #carl grimes #steve harrington #eddie munson #andy barclay x reader #junior wheeler x reader #jake wheeler x reader #daryl dixon x reader #carl grimes x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[novustrad]

I blasted through the first season of FROM and it's frustrating me so much

[HUGE SPOILERS]

[Are you sure you don't want to go watch it?]

[Ok then]

What we (think we) know:

Town had to have been first isolated or formed/manifested in the 50s or early 60s

It moves but seems located only in the USA

No one from outside the USA has ended up there

How many people have actually ended up there?

Victor may have always lived there

He may have seen the very first attack

(Why had no one interviewed him?? What he knows must be beyond valuable even if it's fuzzy from being so young so long ago! When you're trying so hard to leave somewhere, surely you'd at least want to know about where you are?!)

Electricity should not work but it does. There are no wires or working plugs on the lamps for example.

The "wiring" terminates underground where the creatures live and connects to seemingly nothing.

(Reminds me of a story of orcs who don't know how technology works, but it works because their belief it should causes it to work. Is the Child In White connected here? Is it his manifestation?)

((I think that story came from tumblr, you know))

There is a lighthouse. These are intended to keep people away from danger. Who could possibly see it that wouldn't already be in the dangerous place?

The monsters have restrictions:

Cannot enter through any closed windows or doors when a talisman is present within.

(An open door or window can be considered an invitation to enter)

A curtain of plant matter seems to even count as a door when a talisman is present.

They only appear at night.

Also:

They live below the town. (How is that accessed?)

They draw?

They speak.

They appear as people from the 50s. (Did they mimick the first people they saw?)

They know people's names without having met them. (A mind reading connection?)

What I want to know:

What happens if the creatures are in sunlight.

Can they come out in very overcast weather?

Are there seasons? (Important in terms of time)

Do the stars change? (Important in terms of location)

What does Victor remember from the first attack?

Are FarAway Trees connected only to the town?

Can more talismans be made, or have they all been using the original ones Boyd found.

Have the number of creatures changed?

The 50s are often idealised. The creatures often appear smiling and pristine until they can attack. Has to be obvious symbolism but I can't get the words out right to make a solid point.

I'm missing the connections of:

the civil war solider

the symbol that looks like tree roots

the voices that talk to Sara

the bottle tree

the web area

how Jim's bracelet got there

#FROM epix #FROM mgm #FROM 2022 #novustrad

[seriouslycromulent]

My rewatch of The John Larroquette Show (so far)

In my effort to keep my Larroquette obsession thriving, I've recently started a rewatch of The John Larroquette Show. Like Night Court (which I rewatched in 2022), I remember watching this show when it originally aired.

But unlike Night Court, my memory of most of the episodes is a bit fuzzy. I remember the main characters and their personalities just fine, but not so much what happens in terms of the storyline.

Regardless, I'm enjoying the rewatch, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how much the show holds up over time, how evergreen the topics are, and how strong the jokes are. Seriously. They are constantly telling jokes that I swear are as old as vaudeville, but they kill in terms of laughs from the audience and from me as well.

Example: In s2e8 "The Book of Rachel," Mayim Bialik guest stars as a young hippie-ish woman named Rachel who shows up in hopes of finding out if John Hemingway (JL's character) is her real dad. She's narrowed down the search to 3 men who knew her mom, who was living wild and free back in the '70s, around that time.

When John asks how her mother's doing, Rachel says, "She's doing pretty good. She's been clean for about 5 years now." John, a recovering alcoholic who's been sober for 1 year, says, "That's great! So no more drugs and booze, huh?" And Rachel says, "Oh no, there's still plenty of drugs and booze. She's just been clean for 5 years."

I'm not telling it very well in writing, but I swear to you, that joke is funny as hell, and Mayim and JL's delivery is perfection. Plus, it got a huge laugh from the audience, which speaks to its timeless nature.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a thought or two on the show so far. (I'm on episode 12 of Season 2, just in case anyone wants to know the context.)

Here are some random thoughts I've had so far:

Like Night Court, the show does a solid job of mixing comedy and drama. The first season is a bit more drama heavy because they dealt more with the recovery storyline, but I think it still worked and the whole concept is still pretty daring (i.e., revolving around the unglamorous lives of people who work in and around a bus station at night) even compared to today's sitcoms, which still tend to play it safe.

JL's hair in the first season is absurdly long. Or at least it gets to be absurdly long about halfway through the season. And it's not a good look. Not because he looks bad with long hair, but because it looks like it takes a lot of upkeep. And a man who is working 3rd shift at a bus station and lives in a halfway house/SRO building doesn't seem like he'd have a strict hair care regimen to make it appear perfectly tamed at all time. Seriously, at one point I had to ask out loud, "I wonder if they curl the ends with a curling iron or do they use rollers?"

This may be the first TV show I ever saw Chi McBride in. Despite seeing him on plenty of TV shows and films over the years, I never knew he had such a lovely singing voice. I'm glad they gave him a chance to share his singing talent. His version of "Danny Boy" in season 1 was very good.

The 2 corrupt police officers who blatantly flaunt their bias and awfulness are both funny and a great commentary on what was happening in America at the time (i.e., the Rodney King police beating, and the aftermath of the verdict was still very fresh in everyone's minds then). Sadly, it is an evergreen topic for the U.S., but I think it says a lot about the writers for TJLS that they attacked the subject so openly and didn't shy away of being critical of police or lampooning them. I don't think a modern American sitcom would approach the subject so brazenly and unapologetically today. JL has said in a number of interviews that the show was kind of ahead of its time. And I'm inclined to agree with him, at least in some areas.

It's so cool going back to watch old TV shows and catching actors who have now become bigger names in the business. I just watched an episode with Jane Lynch working as a mental health care professional. Of course, this was way before she found success on Glee and The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

Does JL manage to work in a reference to Samuel Beckett into everything he works on starting with this series? It's starting to function as his own career Easter egg at this point. I'm not complaining. Just wondering.

I know Don Reo created the show, but I suspect JL had a small amount of his life's adventures and details shape the John Hemingway character (like the Beckett references, his running commentary on anything that happened in the 1960s, his openness about being friends with anyone from any background, etc.). But the only way to truly know this is for JL to 1) tell us in Q&As or interviews, or 2) write an autobiography already, dammit!

In s2e1 "Changes," JL sits down in a chair by swinging his leg over the back of it, and I immediately thought of the Riker Maneuver. I know JL did it before Jonathan Frakes on TNG, but it will always be the Riker Maneuver to me.

Another way the show was ahead of its time was in its portrayal of sex workers and trans people. Most of the time, it's played for comedy on the show (I mean, it is a sitcom after all), but there's a very real attempt to share stories of Carly, Teddi and Pat that are humanizing. Teddi and Pat are trans sex workers, but they are accepted by most (not the male cop) and aren't just the butt of jokes. They even get included in simple things like group poker games and asked to watch the lunch counter when Dexter runs off to do something or other. That might seem like not a big deal, but at that time (the mid-90s), most inclusion of hookers and trans folks on TV usually involved heavy drama like trying to save them from their lives or begrudgingly acknowledging that they were a part of society with disdain and ridicule. And the overall acceptance of Carly as a friend and possible love interest without trying to save her or judge her was also a bit ahead of its time. And when there were moments of judgment, they were faced head on and challenged.

#john larroquette #the john larroquette show #fandom #i don't have a problem #you have a problem

[danger-xylophones]

What if Thrawn Has a chiss wife aka the reader who leaves home to find him since he was only suppose to be gone a year but now is a grand admiral and her ship appears over lothal near his fleet and they reunit since the last time they seen each other young 😭🫶🏻

warnings: she/her pronouns, reader is referenced as a woman, references to battle, arguing, xenophobia, reader is referred to as wife

Warning #2 I did a goof and forgot that Eli had left before Thrawn became a Grand Admiral but I was almost done writing by the time I realized so whoops

Not edited, we die like morons

.................................................

This was a one in a million chance. Not even - one in a trillion would be a better gambit. So many different factors had to work together for this one singular snippet of a transmission to reach your mourning ears.

You'd been far away, on the very outskirts of Chiss space due to a navigational error on your skywalker's behalf. F'io had explained to you that hyperspace had been unnaturally fuzzy and hard to navigate but she'd been compelled to keep going. You'd ended up having a lengthy discussion with her caregiver regarding the possibility of the poor girl's third sight fading earlier than predicted.

Shortly after, you returned to the bridge. The helm officer Ryn'da was busily setting up a return to course route when from the other side of the bridge, the comms officer chirped. "Senior Captain, we're picking up an unknown transmission." Azura's clear voice caught your attention easily and soon you were striding over to the woman.

"Origin?" You asked as you settled a hand on the back of the Lieutenant Commander's chair.

"Inconclusive, ma'am. But it does seem to be coming from Lesser Space."

Brow furrowed, you roved your eyes over the transcription scrolling across the screen that showed the same information Azura had just relayed to you. "Play it."

Immediately your ears were bombarded by sounds of weapons firing, the loud pings of charged shots colliding with either the hull or the shield - it was hard to tell - provided an overwhelming cacophony against the panicked yelling that served as the bulk of the message. It was in a language you didn't recognize but the sheer stress and fear in the speaker's voice gave you enough information to deduce that this was either a distress signal or an order to flee. The message cut off after just a few seconds.

"Interesting." You muttered, bringing a hand to your mouth in thought. "Any way to trace it?"

Azura made a face, confused by the request, or rather, by your interest in the message but eventually complied. "I can certainly try, ma'am. But it will take a while." She muttered, hands already flying across the screen.

"You keep on that. Ryn'da," your call snapped the helm officer's attention to you, "how's the return course coming along?"

"Fine, Senior Captain. I can have us moving in a few minutes."

"See to it that you do." You hummed. "I'm stepping off the bridge for a few minutes. When I return," you returned your attention to Azura, "I want an update on the transmission. If you haven't been able to trace it by then, at least make a copy for further study." There was a muttered chorus of 'yes, captain' at your back that you didn't heed. No, you were far more focused on talking to the skywalker again. And maybe laying the invasive gut feeling you had to rest.

.............................

"Are you insane?" The words were flying out your mouth as soon as the door opened. "No, scratch that - you're insane!"

The man you'd accused of losing his mind looked up from his personal questis placidly. He was stretched out on the shared bed, his large frame a focal point within the room itself, freshly showered and ready for sleep. Lowering the questis, he peered at your agitated form with eyes too relaxed for your liking. "Beloved, what's the matter?"

"Don't 'beloved' me, Thrawn." You hissed, stalking closer to his side of the bed. "Did you even think this through?"

He blinked at you once, twice. And finally reached to grab your hand. "Yes, I did." Tugging you closer, Thrawn sat up in the bed and pivoted his body towards you, revealing bare, muscular legs from underneath the covers. You moved with him, slotting yourself between his knees but refusing to look at the Mitth. "I have considered every possibility and know this is to be the only way forward."

When you continued to refuse to look at him, Thrawn's hands began to work. Carefully, he started to undo all the fasteners holding your uniform together. You recognized it for what it was - less an attempt to get you naked and more so to get you to calm down. The sooner you were out of uniform, the sooner you'd quit thinking about work. and by extension, this latest scheme. Normally, you'd be grateful for his inherent understanding that sometimes your crankiness was just a result of being forced to wear an uncomfortable outfit nearly every day. But not right now. Because you weren't 'cranky'. You were beyond angry. "Why do you want to leave me?"

His hands froze on your waist, the warmth from his palms seeping through the thin material of your undershirt. Your quiet words had hit him like a blaster bolt to the chest. Good. Now he would know how you'd felt after talking to Ba'kif. "I don't..." Thrawn finally answered.

"You don't what, Thrawn?" You hissed once again, fully pulling away from him to begin pacing around the room. "I always figured that if you'd ever lost interest, you'd talk to me not run away from the ascendancy entirely! I always thought that if something big came up, you'd let me help you! I thought you'd trust me! But this - this, I don't even have the words-"

"You think I'm abandoning you." His voice, always so icily calm, trembled. It made you stop. He was right, of course.

"Why?"

Thrawn rose from the bed, the covers falling away from him like fancy robes from those paintings he loved so much. He crossed to you, three long strides brought him into your space far more quickly than you would ever get used to. His arms wrapped around you like a vice, their sheer warm, bulk nearly enough to break down the hastily put up walls. And, despite your anger and hurt, you leaned into him. Face pressed into his chest, you let the tears coalesce on your lash line. And finally fall when he kissed the top of your head. "Beloved," his words, spoken against your hairline, rolled through your body, "there are threats to the Ascendancy outside our borders that only I can deal with."

"Why won't you take me with you?" You muttered into the heated skin against your cheek.

"Because, I want you here, where it's safer. Samakro is going to need someone to help him guide the Springhawk. You have a duty to the ship first and me second." He kissed you softly, ending the argument with the press of his lips, "Besides, I'll only be gone a year."

....................................................

Ba'kif thought you were insane. And, well, maybe you were. But you'd heard what you'd heard - as weak of an argument as that was. Azura hadn't been able to trace the transmission before your ship had to get back to hyperspace to make your rendezvous with the fleet. But she'd done as asked and made a copy that you poured over as soon as you got your hands on it.

You hadn't voiced your initial thoughts to anyone on the bridge, you didn't want them to worry about your mental health. But, beneath the panicked words of the pilot and the ringing shots of the blasters you'd heard another voice. It was still in that same unintelligible language that the main message had been in but the richness, the calm, commanding tone that bled through all of it - it was too familiar. There was no way. But you had to look into it.

You'd ran that damn transmission through so many scrubbing layers, trying to eliminate all other noise in an attempt to isolate that one voice.

But finally you had your evidence. The language was still unknown to you but the voice, when compared with private messages you still had saved, proved to be too similar to Thrawn's to let it go. So, reluctantly, Ba'kif let you take your ship to try and follow it up. With no deadline forcing you away from the edge of your borders, Azura was able to track the transmission to a planet just beyond your borders called Lothal.

You knew that your crew wasn't fully on board with this exploratory mission but they humored you as their captain. Plus, it didn't hurt that you had Admiral Ar'alani backing you up. The Vigilant would be tracking your every move. If things went south, she would move in to help.

"Break out in 5," Ryn'da's proud voice cut through the sentinel silence of the bridge, beyond the ship, the galaxy swirled by in shifting shades of blue, "4, 3, 2, 1 -"

It seemed like the starscape rose up to meet your ship as it dropped out of hyperspace. Almost dead center in the view port loomed a dusty looking planet with swirling white and yellow clouds covering its surface. And almost dead above you were three ships unlike anything you'd ever seen. You were glad you'd already sent F'io and her caregiver back to their quarters.

"Hell." Someone muttered from behind you and you couldn't agree more.

"Ryn'da, if things take a turn I want you to make a jump towards the planet to buy us time to escape - It should take them by surprise. Sashin," the weapons officer raised his head, "get your guns ready. Primed for defense, no way we're taking those things down. Azura, get a distress signal ready and give me comm." You called, breaking the starstruck spell that had settled over the woman. "Attention, unknown warships," you began in a crisp, clear voice as you introduced yourself - giving only your core name, "I am the Senior Captain of the Blightwing of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet. Please understand we mean no harm - we are looking for a lost ship whose last known coordinates place it around this planet." You waited a few minutes before deciding to try again in Minnisiat. And again before hailing them in Sy Bisti. Nothing. Finally you tried what little you knew of Basic.

"Attention fighting-ships. I am the foremost captain for the Blightwing. I search for a lost ship who was last seen here." Cringing at your own mispronunciations, you pushed on, "I mean no harm. Repeat. No harm, asking for any...help?

Finally, a response came. "This is Admiral Konstantine of the Imperial Navy. Can you describe this ship?"

Chaos, this was humiliating. "I greet you, Admiral. Yes. I can. You speak different language? This is unf...unfamiliar? to me?" Pausing a moment, you thought about how the words felt in your mouth before offering an alternative, "Taarja?"

"No. I will not. We will speak in Basic."

You pulled a nasty frown, stifling a few choice words that came to mind for the man. He didn't say he couldn't so he was just being a piece of growler dung. "The ship is like this. Small, fighter. It is...sister-ship?" Pulling away from the comm a moment to gesture almost wildly to your bridge crew, in a bid for them to throw more adjectives at you. "Made for battle, um....three stop guns."

"I'm afraid there are no ships remotely resembling that description. Be on your - Grand Adm-" He was cut off, you shot a look at Azura who shrugged to indicate that the problem was not on your end. As suddenly as he'd left, Konstantine returned. "I rescind my statement, the Grand Admiral would like you to come aboard."

Turning away from the comm again, you thought for a moment. "What of my crew?"

"They may remain in the hangar of one of the other two warships, you are to come aboard the Chimeara. At once."

"Fine."

"Good, a shuttle will be sent out to escort you. Good day, Captain." For the final time, you turned away from the comm.

“Get the Mid-Captain up here.”

“Captain, with all due respect you cannot be considering actually going?” Ryn’da began to protest.

You turned to her. “I’m not considering it - I’m going.”

"But, ma'am-!"

"You have your contingency orders. They still apply even if I am not aboard the ship. Mid-Captain Galorim is more than capable of controlling the Blightwing and returning you all to safety should this go awry."

"Ma'am, please - Ar'alani will-" Ryn'da started to rise from her seat.

"I will hear no argument, Lieutenant. The admiral will be informed shortly and she will understand. Now," you turned from her, "is the Mid-Captain on his way?"

One of the privates offered a hasty nod before skittering out of your way as you stepped closer - already heading towards the attaching hatch to await the shuttle.

................................................................

You'd half expected Admiral Konstantine to be the one to pick you up, but in hindsight - that was a foolish thing to think. But, it didn't stop you from being surprised by the sight of four armored guards awaiting you.

Their armor was shiny, near blindingly so, and the evidence of a black body glove peaked out from between the disconnected white plates. They held blasters like you'd never seen before abreast, evidently ready to shoot should you make any wrong move in their eyes.

They greeted you in basic, you responded as best you could to the simple phrase, before the stepped aside enough to make room for you in the middle of the small square they formed. As you settled into place, the shuttle disengaged from your ship and ascended towards what you figured must be the flagship.

As a section of the hull parted to welcome the shuttle back into its underbelly, you caught the barest hint of a design. It was massive, taking up the entire underside of the warship and intricate from what you could scarcely make out.

At the very least it confirmed your suspicions that you were being taken aboard the flagship.

The shuttle rocked unsteadily as it settled into the hangar, jostling you into the side of the guard closest to you who used their elbow to knock you back into place.

You bit down a hissed retort. As much as it pained you to - you had to be polite to the grunts who did this Grand Admiral's bidding.

What was a Grand Admiral, anyway? Was it this navy's equivalent of Supreme Admiral? It would be insane if you'd managed to fly yourself into the lap of the highest ranking officer in this foreign war-force. But stranger things had happened. You'd half a mind to ask but it seemed like the guards weren't much interested in speaking to you.

Suddenly, the lights went red before flashing through a quick sequence of white, blue, and green. And then, near painfully slow, the ramp started to lower.

The darkened shuttle was filled with blinding white light as the ramp fell lower and lower before finally touching down with a controlled thunk that rattled the durasteel beneath your boots. Distant voices could be heard rattling off in clipped professional voices of intercoms that distorted everything. There was also the unmistakable hisses of releasing hatches and temperature regulators to underscore the indistinct conversations. All in all, this seemed like a sterile environment devoid of life. As your escort started to move, you couldn't help but brush your fingers down the side of the charric affixed to your side. It brought a wash of comfort. Yes, most likely you wouldn't be able to completely defend yourself considering the sheer amount of people loyal to the commander of this ship. But you'd at least go down fighting. `

The soldiers led you out with measured steps. Their stomps creating a steady rhythm unfamiliar to you but almost soothing in its steadiness. They marched past droves of unfamiliar spacecraft and several squadrons of similarly armored guards and humans dressed in pressed, dark green uniforms. Those in the green stared gleefully at the newcomer and you caught them bowing their heads to whisper unknown words to each other. In defiance, you raised your head higher.

You were only partially surprised to not have encountered Admiral Konstantine as the soldiers marched you through the halls. But from what you gathered during your brief discussion he would either be on a different ship or preoccupied with the Grand Admiral.

Finally, after what felt like hours spent walking through identical hallways, the soldiers stopped in front of a very nondescript door. The only thing to give away that anything important laid beyond it was the presence of another armored guard - this one with a pauldron over his shoulder.

A silent conversation passed between the lead guard of your escort and the one posted at the door before he stepped away and you were ushered inside, alone. The metal door slid shut behind you with a finalizing hiss.

The room you were now in was more like a hallway than anything else. Ahead sat another door, sealed shut. To your left was a brightly lit training room, door open - a trap? You didn't enter it and instead padded forward ever so slowly. Along the walls were droids, powered off, thankfully as they appeared to be built for fighting. Also hanging down over the bland walls were tapestries depicting things you'd never seen before. Minimal colors were used, white and gold predominantly. You couldn't derive much meaning out of it yourself. Thrawn would have a field day with it though.

Quietly, you pressed on coming to the next door at length. It opened before with a loud 'whoosh' and before you was a large, cold office awash in watery gray light. It was dark and hard to see even with your thermal vision. "A long way for a chiss warrior to travel."

You could feel your blood run cold at the sound of the smooth, accented sy bisti that flowed over you - filling the room with sudden presence. The voice was painfully familiar. "You speak as though you are familiar with my people, Grand Admiral." You answered back, eyes narrowing on the desk dead ahead and the shadowed figure who sat at it.

A chuckle like that of rumbling thunder sounded from the figure and went straight to your heart, nestling right into a particular . It nearly brought you to your knees. "You could say I have an innate understanding of the chiss." The Grand Admiral looked up at you.

Red eyes

"Thrawn?" You choked out, voice squeaky and shaky as emotions stifled your control over the tone.

He rose from the desk and stepped around it into the light. "I hope you will forgive the dramatics," it had been so long since you'd heard his voice (his authentic voice, not the recordings you had of previous missions and private communique) that it nearly brought tears to your eyes, "I wanted to surprise you." He was wearing a uniform completely unfamiliar to you - white with gold shoulder pads and a belt about his waist - and you were surprised you found it attractive on him.

"Well," you started, muscling your voice into an even tone while trying to ignore the way the edge of your vision had turned watery, "consider me beyond surprised."

You wanted to move, you wanted to run into his arms and forget the past six years but you couldn't. It felt like you were being torn in two. You were angry at him. But you had missed him terribly. But he'd left you. But he hadn't meant to be gone so long.

Thrawn took a step forward, opening his arms in invitation.

You took a step back. "Don't."

He stopped, head tilting just to the side in confusion. "Beloved?"

"You - you left me, Thrawn. For years." You started, feeling those same emotional walls you kept up crumbling under the weight of the anger and sadness you felt looking at him again.

"My love, you know why I had to-"

"No, I know why you left for the first year. But the last five? For all I knew you'd found yourself a brand new life out here and had no intention of coming back!" You were yelling now, voice vacillating quickly between refined control and unbridled frustration.

"Visa'hot, I would never leave you. I made a vow-" Thrawn protested, stepping closer to you.

You didn't back down. "But you did, Thrawn. Whether you meant to or not, you did. What was I supposed to think? You didn't send any type of message."

He faltered, stony expression twitching down to form a vulnerable and confused face you'd only seen a couple of times in your life. "I don't understand. I thought you would be happy to see me?"

Taking a deep breath in, you steadied yourself. "I am happy, Thrawn. And relieved to see that you're alive and doing well - I mean, Grand Admiral? I'm not entirely sure what that is but if it's at all similar to flag rank I'm sure it's impressive." You cut yourself off to keep from rambling. "But, I'm also angry at you - unbelievably so. I know you left for the 'good of the ascendancy' or something like that but you told me a year. I was prepared to wait a year."

"I see."

"It's selfish, I know. But you're my husband, I love you despite all the shit you pull and I want to be with you whenever I can. And you just leaving me behind stings, Thrawn."

Silence descended on the two of you, tense and heavy. Until Thrawn, still bearing that same puzzled expression, stepped forward. "Beloved, I am...I don't know what to say. I did not foresee how my actions would harm you." He stepped forward again, bringing him within arms reach. "And for that, I have failed you. I understand your anger. And know that I am sorry." He bowed his head to catch your gaze. "Can you ever forgive me?"

You didn't answer for a moment - you didn't even meet his eye, instead focusing on the shiny plaque affixed to his chest. "Probably. But not right now."

"I understand, ch'acah." Thrawn sighed and began to move away.

"Will you hold me?" Your question seemed to slam into Thrawn like a runaway skycar. He snapped to attention, regarding you with evident confusion. "I'm still mad at you, but I also still love you."

A smile, a genuine smile crept unto his face - bright enough to be more reminiscent of a completely different man. "Of course." He held his arms open and you rushed into them. "I missed you, beloved."

"I missed you too."

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Moominpappa's Memoirs vs Adventures of Moominpappa part 1

In which I compare the episode to its source material.

Warning: this essay is a 13.3k word long deranged rambling written by someone who is obsessed with Moominpappa's Memoirs and its characters. Continue at your own discretion.

Background and clarification

The Exploits of Moominpappa was a book written and illustrated by Tove Jansson and originally published in Swedish in 1950. It is the 4th story in the Moomin book series and follows Moominpappa, Moomintroll's father, as he writes his Memoir which has been mentioned in the past 2 books and reads it to the child main characters. The Memoir itself recounts his life story from childhood, his adventures with the other children's parents and up to his rescue and first meeting of his wife, Moominmamma.

Later in 1968, Tove made a revised version titled "Moominpappa's Memoirs" which followed the same outline but with changed scenes and extended sequences, adding much more compelling characterization and character-driven moments to move the story along.

Moominpappa's Memoirs was then adapted in May to August of 1991 for the hit Moomin adaptation series, Moomin (1990), as a series of 3 episodes interspersed between other episodes under the encompassing title "Adventures of Moominpappa".

Despite what Wikipedia tells you, it is not in fact an adaptation of the original The Exploits of Moominpappa (although the title might mislead you to believe that) as much of the content in this trilogy adaptation takes from Moominpappa's Memoirs, such as the frozen sea scene or the Joxter's introduction. However, much of its content has been cut, spliced or changed altogether to fit the 60 minute runtime allowed for these three 20 minute episodes.

What this post aims to be is a critical look at these episodes as pieces of television entertainment and as adaptations of the book, starting with the first part.

For clarity, I did not grow up on this show and this show's writing has never been perfect to begin with, even when we take adaptation out of the equation. I don't dislike the show as a whole by any means, but I can tell very clearly that it has managed to dodge criticism for so long (well, at least for fans who aren't personally connected to the previous incarnations of the franchise and therefore their major criticism would've been "this isn't like the thing that came before!") because of the sheer Vibes that the show exudes and its weirdness in its substance was only seen as amusing rather than a problem or as the same thing as the weirdness that's inherent to the whole franchise (which is a subject I may touch upon in a later date.)

The long and short of it is; it's not perfect in either avenue of how you view these episodes. However, I do not fault anyone for liking any of them and much of this is my own opinion and simply observations on how well it's handled as an adaptation. I'm doing this out of a love and passion for this franchise and this isn't a niche that's been covered before as far as I'm aware (also, Tumblr user @helshdy has requested me to do this and that's my excuse for getting me going on this)

And for clarity, the adaptation has changed the names of the characters in the English dub for some strange reason, and here's the list (book names - show names):

Hodgkins - Samuel Fredriksson (fun fact, it seems to my knowledge that the English translation of the book is the only one that doesn't use a variation of the original Fredriksson. The reason is totally unknown to me. Also, he never had a first name in any previous material he appears in, so I don't know where in Moominland they came up with adding Samuel there)

The Muddler - Fuddler (Fuddler is actually the name of his child who is not Sniff in the comics)

The Mymble - Mumaline (is that how it's supposed to be spelled?)

The Mymble's Daughter - Mumaline's Daughter

The Fuzzy - Muddle (yes, without the r)

Edward - Eduardo

For the sake of simplicity I'll be using the book names, except I'll be abbreviating the Mymble's Daughter to MD and refer to the King/Autocrat as King Jones like in The Exploits of Moominpappa (because I am majorly upset at Tove removed his name in Memoirs). And I'll be referring to young Moominpappa as Moomin while his son will be referred to as Moomintroll.

In this post, I'll only be covering the first episode and do the other 2 episodes in seperate posts, as well as an extra post evaluating this trilogy as a whole and diagnosing what it did to the story to end up the way it did.

So with all that out of the way, let's begin with the

Recap

The episode starts with Moominmamma preparing something in the kitchen and going upstairs, Moominpappa is sick in bed and Moominmamma gives him a warm glass of milk and onion juice. Moominpappa muses about how if he was gone then Moomintroll and Moominmamma wouldn't know about his childhood, Moominmamma asks about the memoir he's been writing throughout the show and he says it only starts from after he saved Moominmamma. Moominmamma is confused but flattered that the memoirs start with the beginning of their relationship, even if she thinks they usually start at the beginning of one's life. Moominpappa says rather vaguely that he has his reasons for not starting from the beginning (we'll get to this in the review portion).

We then get treated to Little My gathering Sniff and Snufkin to meet up with Moominpappa and using lies to make sure they don't skip out on listening to Moominpappa telling everyone about his Epic Backstory, and then when after the misunderstanding is cleared up, Moominpappa lays the foundation of what he's going to tell them, mostly about the people who "kinda looked and sounded like them".

Finally, Moominpappa recounts the dreary August where he was found in a shopping bag at the doorstep of an old orphanage run by a principal who was very reminiscent of Mrs. Fillyjonk. We see a montage of how his childhood went; he gets marked in marker with the number 13, he wets the bed and gets washed in the sink, he fails to bow down with his tail in a 45 degree angle, all the while he questions everything and his principal complains about him being more troublesome than the rest.

Then, one late winter, he decides to head to the forbidden seaside on a whim and skates on the ice. He admires himself in the lake reflection and describes himself fondly, his only complaint being his legs being "too short for perfection", although he hopes they might grow longer if he skates and walks more. He continues on skating and breaks the ice, causing him to fall into the water and narrowly escaping with his life. This, Moominpappa considers, is his first adventure, and the thrill is much too enticing to let it be his last. That night, he decides to escape the orphanage through the window while everyone is asleep, all the while a voice over narrates the letter he left for his principal about his departure and that she needn't fret.

With a side bag worn, he's off to the races in his grand escape! But in his way is an increasingly terrifying unknown forest which he imagines is out to get him as he runs with all the speed his small legs could carry him, afterwards, in the windy night, he cries himself to sleep in a hollow log.

He wakes up to a bright and beautiful morning where he meets with a brook and spots a strange spinning wheel turning in it, he muses about it and then a man in a purple onesie appears in front of him explaining that it's an experiment for his ship that'll launch that day. The two become fast friends and Moomin learns that the man's name is Samuel Fredriksson (but we'll call him Hodgkins) and he takes him to the boat.

Hodgkins calls for his nephew, Fuddler (Muddler), as he seems nowhere to be seen, but then he pops out of his giant coffee tin with a can of red paint and apologises. Hodgkins introduces him to Moomin and tells him to hurry up with the painting, to which Muddler ensures that he'll do it as fast as possible.

Hodgkins and Moomin enter the pilot-house where we are introduced to Joxter sleeping on the couch. Hodgkins gets upset and asks if he read the "No Admittance" sign on the door (there's literally no sign, visually?) and says it means he shouldn't go in, Joxter lifts up his hat and proclaims that he doesn't understand signs (cue audience cheering).

The 3 of them step on the deck and Moomin asks what the ship's name is, Hodgkins says that of the names he's thought of, he named it the Ocean Orchestra (the Oshun Oxtra) since it sounded poetic. Moomin asks how they'll set sail and Muddler realises they haven't thought about that, Hodgkins reassures everyone and says that they'll employ the help of Eduardo (Edward) the Booble. Hodgkins explains who and what Edward is and Moomin asks if he's dangerous, Hodgkins says he's not really but if you're not careful he can step on you, but don't worry! He always pays for the funeral!

Hodgkins proceeds to yell out into the distance calling for Edward and asks him to bathe in the river instead of sea since it's so nice that day. Edward then rises up from out of the forest in slow motion all Kaiju-style and Hodgkins and Moomin run back to the boat, Edward does a 6/10 belly flop into the river causing the water levels to rise. Moomin and Hodgkins make it to the pilot-house where Joxter is sleeping again, Hodgkins takes the wheel and yells out vaguely nautical sentences to nobody in particular and the boat finally takes off. But oh no! Edward is blocking the way! Moomin is worried they might crash into him, but also asks what's behind Edward, Hodgkins does this monologue about the sea and it being adventurous and Moomin is very dreamy about finally getting adventures at last. Hodgkins gets out of the pilot-house to yell at Edward to get out of the way, and yelling about how he's been preparing for this for years finally convinces the Booble to get out of the way.

Just as Hodgkins was saying this would be classified as a historical moment, Muddler yells out from his floating tin and Joxter suddenly wakes up, commenting on how it sounds like he might be in trouble. The crew runs to the back of the boat to see what's up, Hodgkins seems annoyed as if this is Muddler's personal doing but Joxter reassures Muddler that they'll get him out of there, Muddler gets upset about the crew being mean and leaving him behind but then Hodgkins through him a lasso which knocks him over.

Muddler ties the rope to the key-type can opener and they sail past Edward, which causes a bit of a turbulence and flooding but ultimately they cheer in victory of a successful maiden voyage.

Then it's sunset, the crew stop at some cliffs and find the Groke chasing an unknown person through them. Moomin asks about what happens if the Groke touches them and Hodgkins explains that the Groke doesn't really do anything and that she's lonely, but if she gets too close the person would freeze. Joxter also concurs that it's too late for them to do anything. Moomin isn't deterred by this and rushes to rescue the mysterious person being chased by the Groke by swimming down to the cliff with Muddler's tin as a catcher, all the while he and Hodgkins argue about this decision. As it turns out the mysterious person was his Orphanage Principal (although Moomin doesn't realise that until later) and she jumps into the tin, after which they swim back to safety with the Groke looking on and the crew cheering.

We then get Moominpappa in the present talking about how this is the third adventure he's ever had and the first of many rescues. Moomintroll gets really excited and inspired to become an adventurer like his father and Little My asks who Moominpappa saved and what happens next. Moominpappa tries being cheeky by saving the continuation for another time but Snorkmaiden insists on telling them who it was at least. He finally tells them that it was the principal of the orphanage, as she was looking for him after he made his escape.

We then cut back to his story after Moomin got the tin on deck. Moomin expresses displeasure at his rescue being that of his Orphanage Principal and says he wouldn't have saved her had he known it was her, Hodgkins assures him that what he did was brave. The Principal then becomes a demanding presence, making Moomin and Hodgkins instinctively straighten their posture and asking Moomin who everyone is, then declaring that she'll take them under her wing and teach them how to behave.

Joxter excuses himself to go below deck and Muddler follows him after, Hodgkins and Moomin also run elsewhere while she's distracted and she continues yelling demands at them.

We're back once more to Moominpappa and the family, Snorkmaiden and Moomintroll amusedly comment on the unfortunate situation, Moominpappa laments that he might've saved her anyway if he had known and that you can't just win, can you? Moominmamma expresses terrible pity for Moominpappa's childhood but he reassures her that it wasn't that bad. He then continues saying that the next part of his story is really exciting but they must wait until he recovers from his illness. The narrator then tells us to tune in for the next part where we find out what happens to the Orphanage Principal after… (*checks episode list*) 3 other unrelated episodes.

The end.

Episode review

While it is a very watchable and enjoyable episode of a kid's show there are a lot of glaring issues with pacing and writing efficiency.

The introduction does a good job at introducing our original main cast but I am very baffled at the convoluted way they decided to reconcile the memoir Moominpappa has been writing throughout the series and the backstory he's telling the kids in these series of episodes by having the show's memoir be about everything that came after his meeting with Moominmamma, in fact Moominmamma herself questions the issue because even if it's not really a full autobiography the starting place lacks a lot of important context that lead up to it, and the writers had the gall to make Moominpappa handwave this question with a vague answer that doesn't excuse anything.

A much more efficient writer would've just had him ask Moominmamma to bring his yet unfinished memoir to read to the kids after his musing and used the time from this conversation for something else but whatever that's not the biggest issue.

The biggest issue I have with the episode's writing efficiency is the very unnecessary break near the end of the episode where the kids ask who the person Moominpappa saved was, because we quite literally see the Principal hopping into the tin? She quite literally comes from the shadows and we see her very clearly which renders the subsequent scene utterly pointless? In an in-universe perspective, yeah sure it makes sense for the kids to impatiently ask who it was but we get the confirmation right after! This is a show made for an audience who can see the flashback taking place and doing something like this is redundant and it's wasted time that could've been used to, I don't know, flesh out the story's characters more? Add a bit more substance to everything between the action?

Speaking of that, there is a noticeable amount of emphasis on the action with little to do with characterization here (which is an issue throughout the trilogy but we'll get to it when we get to it). There are about 3 whole action scenes in this episode: the ice break, the escape and the launching ceremony, the latter two of which kind of overstay their welcome a few moments too long (especially the ceremony).

The ice break was fine, it accomplished itself as the Call To Adventure in Moomin's Hero's Journey and that's all it really needed to be, it's a fun and intense enough scene with good character animation on top of that.

The escape from the orphanage was a bit too unnecessarily intense to the point where it didn't well fit with the tone of the rest of the story and could've used some better editing, especially with the parts surrounding the bit where he cries inside the hollow log; it would've been preferable if we actually saw him crawl inside it and then crawl out of it in the morning, I think it would've improved the flow of the scene.

It was an odd choice to give Edward a full Kaiju moment with the slow motion and everything and even have him block the path just to extend the scene after they got Muddler tagged along, and having the boat be flooded and everything, all it really does accomplish is adding a bit more to Hodgkins' character with his dialog which is kind of meh? And it's not at all characterization that gets used later on in the episode or the whole trilogy so what the scene accomplishes is coolness for the sake of cool at best (which only applies to the first half of the scene honestly) and runtime filler at worst.

You could argue that the emphasis on action is a product of Moominpappa's way of telling his story in-universe, and I would say I completely understand that reasoning, but there's not much in the way of acknowledging that this style of storytelling is Moominpappa's doing and is an extension of the story's nature as an in-universe story, and the episode fails to properly establish that Moominpappa is prone to embellishments or wanting to make himself seem cooler than he is (this issue is somewhat rectified in the beginning of part 2 but this is what I'm talking about when it comes to efficient storytelling). So in the end it makes it feel like this is the writers simply doing their job rather than putting their writing through the filter of Moominpappa's character, which leads me to the point of characterization.

The characterization is… okay and it does a half-decent job, but it's definitely very boring in the way that it makes Moomin too similar to Moomintroll and it makes Hodgkins a little too indistinct on whether he's nice or not. Joxter and Muddler could've used some work but they aren't majorly important characters in this first part and it does establish their characters and quirks pretty fine for the little screen time they have. Edward is… a sea monster with no thoughts behind those eyes and listens to Hodgkins like a dog it seems, he's more like a plot device than anything.

Funnily enough it's the Principal who has the best characterization out of everyone, definitely not likeable by any means, but it's that obvious unlikeability and consistent, obvious character motivation that makes her the most well-established character at least in this episode. I just… really wish she wasn't treated so cruelly by the other characters honestly, like I get it, she's annoying and authoritative and didn't treat Moomin well but nobody is holding back any punches with her, who is, mind you, the only major female character in the story so far. To make Moomin say despairingly how he wouldn't have saved her if he knew it was her? To have the kids talk about it like it was a hilarious misfortune to save her life from the Groke? It's a bit… mean-spirited, far more than usual for this show.

But I'll talk about the characters more during the adaptation section of this post.

Overall I'll say that the episode is decent but doesn't have truly interesting characters that would've really elevated the episode for me.

Adaptation review

Okay so this is where my teeth are going to show because it is very, very much NOT a good adaptation.

Part 1 is an adaptation of the prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2 and the first third of chapter 3. The thing is that it skips over the whole preface Moominpappa wrote but that's whatever, all the preface accomplishes is some humorous establishment that Moominpappa is most certainly not a reliable narrator and that he hopes to be viewed as important by those who read it, it's difficult and not necessary to adapt in animated form with the format they decided to use. The rest, however? They've skipped over quite a bit and made a complete overhaul to the characterization and tone of these chapters. Which is understandable for a 20 minute episode and admittedly even just one chapter is very long even without the tangents Moominpappa goes into, buuut…

PROLOGUE (AND PREFACE)

The way the episode's version of the prologue handled Moominpappa's character is already a big indicator of this. In the book, Moominpappa feels the absolute indignance of being sick for the first time in his life and getting a very, very bad experience with the cold on top of that. The cold made him miserable and annoyed, he refused to consume anything medicinal from Moominmamma, he couldn't sleep, he had a great amount of tissues under his hammock, he had an unbearably sore throat that rendered his speech unintelligible when he asked Sniff to get the meerschaum tram for him. His family and adoptive children felt pity and tried to accommodate him as they could until he fell asleep, terribly vexed by all this.

Moominpappa awoke with a throat that felt a little better and spoke to Moominmamma about the significance of the aforementioned tram to which she doesn't really understand, which upsets Moominpappa immensely and he is resentful that she and their son wouldn't know about the great history he went through had he died from the cold. Moominmamma suggests after some deliberation, as she always had, that perhaps he should finally take the time to write and read his memoirs using an old notebook she found while cleaning the attic, Moominpappa gradually agrees to this and declares that he won't read a word of it to the others until he gets a whole chapter ready, though, she'll be the only test audience for the chapter until he moves onto reading to the children.

One thing to keep in mind for book Moominpappa (and by extension, his younger self) is that he is very… egotistical, which is a facet of his character I would love to go into excruciating detail about once I finish this series of essays but let's just say he's egotistical and over-dramatic and just LOVES writing about himself in the most melodramatic and egomaniacal way and the adaptation tries very, very hard to either downplay it or remove it entirely even though it is an essential part of his character that separates him from the likes of Moomintroll.

Moominpappa's vexation with his illness is one example, it's his first experience with the common cold and this is the situation we get introduced with to establish him and his surrounding characters; this Moominpappa is one that is stubborn, melodramatic and miserable over the helpless and undignified position he's suddenly placed in. This whole sequence wasn't a part of The Exploits of Moominpappa, either, it is added here with the purpose of showing us the kind of person we're reading this perspective from and the context he wrote this story in. It establishes his dynamic with the characters that surround him and even establishes those characters themselves in the most essential way there can be.

The scene in the episode does not establish any of Moominpappa's melodramatic and sour attitude from being undignified, it doesn't even establish him as being prone to being a generally unreliable narrator like in the preface, or that he really likes to talk about himself (he doesn't take the time to talk at length about himself in a self-aggrandizing way or even anything seemingly superfluous AT ALL within the story even though that is the whole premise of why he's writing his damned Memoirs and is one of the foundations of his character that affects his interactions with the other characters within the book). It establishes the audience characters very well, even more so than the book did, but it doesn't establish Moominpappa himself very well, and he's meant to be the point-of-view character and the most important one in this series of episodes.

It's almost fascinating how they dared to tone down such a straightforward character like Moominpappa even when they didn't seem to have an issue with the aforementioned aspects of Moominpappa in other episodes.

Moominpappa's Memoirs is, in essence, a parody of how self-important men write about themselves and the people around them in their own memoirs, this parody circles all the way back to sincerity by showing us genuine vulnerability, emotion and the outside process and reaction to Moominpappa's story. By not establishing just how self-important but also sincere Moominpappa is you're missing out on half of what the book is set out to do.

CHAPTER 1

The chapter 1-3 sections of the episode is what you get when you skim over the personal expression in narration to get to the barebones plot, and even the barebones plot gets smushed in the middle to save time. The adaptation as a whole really would have benefitted from the advantage given by the inclusion of the narration gimmick and let Moominpappa tell the audience about his thoughts and how he felt in the situations we're presented with. Show don't tell may be a rule of thumb in visual media but the book and story's whole personality hinges on expositing Moominpappa's thoughts on most, if not every matter he tells us about and even talking directly to his audience, to remove that would be to remove what made the book unique from the others in the series with its first person perspective. This is a story relaid to us by a character, it should've been treated as such. But as we're going to see, the adaptation does not concern itself with the emotional narrative of the book.

Chapter 1 gets into the nitty gritty of his life in the Orphanage, or in actuality, the Moomin Foundling Home.

Right off the bat there's a minor issue here that could be used as an example of how the adaptation prioritised the overall "Adventure" over the purpose of each detail and how it contributes to the themes of the story.

In the episode, the Orphanage is a diverse one that is run by a Fillyjonk. In the book, the Foundling Home is one made to house specifically Moomin-children and is run by a Hemulen.

Now, from a character design perspective I can kinda get it, I would've liked to see how creative they could've gotten with designing the 12 other Moomins but alright, fine. But from a thematic perspective it cements Moomin (number 13) as a strange individual even within his own species rather than being inherently strange for being the only Moomin. Moominpappa goes on and on about how special he is juxtaposed to a regular Moomin, how talented he is, how imaginative and curious he is compared to his vapid peers who just obey the Principal and don't talk to him. He's special because he specifically was born special, not because he was born a Moomin, and that is a difference that is greatly cemented within the book that it's practically part of his personal definition of himself, and that difference gets lost in translation when you make him the only Moomin in that orphanage.

The Principal being a Hemulen was also a pretty important point in the book. In the book series as a whole Hemulens generally represented authority or even just a parody of Adults, they're the antithesis of Moominpappa's imaginative spirit and he dunks on them in many ways throughout the whole book.

Hemulens are antagonists who want to take away some aspect of his life that he cherishes, people don't like to talk about Hemulens, Hemulens have no taste in fashion, Hemulens love duty and unfulfilling routines, Hemulens love sticking their noses in business that doesn't pertain to them, Hemulens are annoying and bossy, Hemulen orphans are seldom found and therefore a foundling home for them would've been useless, everyone born 20 minutes after Moomin would've been in a Hemulic Voluntary Brass Band (so be very careful of when your children will be born and plan/calculate accordingly!)

Hemulens have always been the subject of judgement and misfortune throughout the book series despite not doing anything morally reprehensible and still nowhere is the judgement more intense than in a book where an in-universe character gets to tell his story.

The Principal being a Fillyjonk in this adaptation does little more than to tie Mrs. Fillyjonk in all of this somehow (although I will admit her design is very pretty *cough*) and make all the criticism into mean-spirited bullying that's almost unfairly concentrated on her. I am aware that Moominpappa implied he switched the species of at least one Fillyjonk to a Hemulen character in his preface;

“In consideration of the feelings of many persons still alive, I have sometimes exchanged Fillyjonks for Hemulens or Gaffsies for hedgehogs, and so forth, but the talented reader will have no difficulties in understanding what was actually what.”

Alas, it's not a particularly convincing argument in favour of changing her species, especially given the context of the book.

The 90s series very notably tends to disregard the social commentary posited by the source material and in effect it either perpetuates the things the source material critiques/avoids (the sexism) or nullifies the original message by either not following through on the message of the story or contradicting it entirely (most of the adaptation episodes, really). There seems to be a fundamental misunderstanding of why the story is written that way, or they do in fact understand but deliberately try to circumvent addressing the themes of the story in the name of making them uncontroversial and removing them from modernity. But in doing so they don't replace it with anything that's of substance, they don't let the characters be themselves with their original warts and oddities either.

For the sake of brevity I'll save most of the minutiae of Moomin's characterization within the memoir for a later post, but I'll summarise that in the book he is characterised as a pitiable egomaniac after an early childhood of asking questions about the fundamentals of reality and being met with hostility or avoidance by everyone around him:

“So passed my early childhood in quiet and constant wonderment. I was permanently astonished, always repeating my questions of "What, when?" and "Who, how?" The Hemulen and her obedient foundlings avoided me as best they could; the word "why" seemed to make them uneasy.”

(...)

“But by and by a change came: I started to muse about the shape of my nose. I put my trivial surroundings aside and mused more and more about myself, and I found this to be a bewitching occupation. I stopped asking and longed instead to speak of my thoughts and feelings. Alas, there was no one besides myself who found me interesting.”

Much of the first half of the chapter is exercising what these 2 paragraphs summarise. The Principal seems more preoccupied with order and cleanliness than actually raising these children, she says dreams are trash right to Moomin's face.

However, the origin of why Moomin describes himself as talented rather than strange or some other word is because of her and her interest in astrology.

“However, the Hemulen who had built the Foundling Home was interested in astrology (somewhat), and wisely enough she observed the dominant stars at the time of my coming into the world. They indicated the birth of a very unusual and talented Moomin, and the Hemulen accordingly worried about the trouble awaiting her (...)”

Assuming that the Principal told him of this when he had the capacity for memory formed (or that any of this is true), she is the cause of why Moomin seems to act the way he did (presumptuous genetic disposition and inherent neurodivergency aside)

Moominpappa has latched onto this adjective ("talented") as if it were a lifesaver. He defines himself so immensely from this one word that it makes a hypothetical visit to a therapist a rather concerning prospect. But, again, I won't go too far into detail about it.

And here we come to face the original Call To Adventure. The early spring (yes, spring, not late winter like in the episode) in which he almost fell into the frozen sea. This is the one scene I wanted to talk about greatly, since it is the perfect microcosm of the difference between 90s Moomin and Book Moomin.

Moominpappa talks about this visit as a mere, vague whim. It was the first time he saw such a bright and full reflection of himself. Before, he had only looked at himself in the hall mirror back in the Foundling Home, and he'd look into his own eyes and wail sad phrases describing his misery until he felt better, but now… now there's a whole new light to see himself in, and he sees himself as a creature to compliment.

Here's the major difference between the source material and adaptation;

You may recall that in the episode his only complaint were his legs and he hopes to himself optimistically that they'd grow longer if he worked towards it. In the book, on the other hand…

“The paws were really my only disappointment: they had a look of helplessness and childishness that bewildered me.

"However," I thought, "perhaps it will pass with time. Doubtless my strength is in my head. Whatever I do, I will never bore people. I'll never give them time to look as far down as my paws." ”

He was offended by the mark of helplessness and indignity, just like in the prologue. He thinks about compensating, to make himself so grand and exciting that people won't have the time to notice his faults.

He won't give them the time. Not that they wouldn't dare, not that they'd never notice and not even that they'd ignore those faults, he'd be the one with agency to strip them of that possibility. And I believe that's very telling.

He lays down to get a better look at himself and sees not his reflection but the deep, dark vastness of the sea. He was initially giddy but soon falls into terror as he contemplates the depth of the waters he's sitting over until he feels upset. He stands back up and stomps on the ice to see if it would hold, he goes further out and stomps on the ice again, it breaks.

One of the major compromises of the adaptation that does an injustice to the book is that we don't get to take a proper look at his thought process. What was a brief and imaginative introspection in his supposed final moments (that really ought to cause some alarm about his priorities) that ends anticlimactically turns into an action scene.

“Perhaps one of the threatening shadows would devour me! It was not impossible that he would take one of my ears along to his children and tell them, "Now, eat up before it goes cold! This is genuine Moomin and not to be had every day!" Or I would float ashore with a tragical clump of seaweed behind one ear, and the Hemulen would weep regretfully and tell everyone she knew, "Oh, he was such a singular Moomin! What a pity I didn't understand it in time . . ."

I was just starting on my funeral when I felt something very cautiously nipping my tail.”

Moominpappa calls these thoughts "enticing dreams", which- erm, okay sir (the full implications of this is another pin I'll address in a future post). But anyway this establishes very clearly what Moomin's first thoughts will be when faced with certain situations, and that is the prospect of being given attention and acknowledgement, to be considered special and worth people's time. That even in the face of potential death he finds some way for his death to Mean Something for him and those who stumble upon him.

He also wants his Principal to be Wrong about him and realise that, and this will come into play in chapter 3.

The adaptation really fails to establish his priorities and desires, it even contradicts them outright later in the episode, but we'll get to that.

After crawling back on shore Moomin comes to the epiphany of wanting to experience the real world and taking his fate into his own paws, he can't possibly stay in the same living situation after such a matter.

He was cold all day after the incident but nobody asked why, which cemented his decision as nobody seemed to care about his well being in the slightest. He tore his bed sheets to use as a rope and his peers looked on without a word, which hurt his feelings, and finally in the evening he wrote his farewell letter and made his escape.

The escape itself had a lot of emphasis on how terrified he was, the bushes and stones turned into formless monsters because of his terror and imagination but it wasn't quite as sensational or emphasised as the episode portrays it. Moominpappa just describes how… scared and in need of comfort he felt, that even the Principal would've given him some comfort, but he just couldn't retreat after such an imposing letter announcing his leave.

Then we get our first intermission with Moominpappa in the process of writing these events, I will say that I won't be describing these mid-chapter intermissions in this essay unless they mention anything particularly important to the plot as they aren't necessary for this analysis.

And then sunrise came and it was the most glorious relief, it was his own private morning, he claims. And he tore the tail tag that marked him as number 13 and celebrated.

… Ah right I forgot to mention it was a tail tag and not a number written in black marker on his back, which is just… an extremely silly creative decision which strips away the symbolic victory he had in his escape, it didn't even stay on his back consistently even before the escape. It would've been really neat symbolism if he washed it off himself in the river the morning after his escape, a sort of renewal and cleansing of himself rather than the break from chains, but I suppose that's just plain missed opportunity. It's also a bit odd to not have him celebrate the escape, like, at all? Why is there no catharsis and victory after this big plot point?

After this, he celebrates, eats the pumpkin mash he took from the orphanage, celebrates some more until the sun set, then when he gets tired and ready to go sleep he decides that becoming a famous adventurer (yet another pin of discussion about Moominpappa's egotism) is what he'll do with his life and goes to sleep.

After waking up and admiring the great green world he finds himself in, Moomin comes across a Hedgehog lady (supposedly originally a Gaffsie as the preface implies?) who is cleaning a bowl made out of a walnut shell. The Hedgehog actually does a cameo in the episode but I understand why her character was removed from the story. Their conversation about who owns the forest and what Hemulens are isn't particularly important aside from establishing Moomin's naivety and lack of experience both with the world and interactions with other people, and that perhaps it wasn't only the Foundling Home who finds Moomin a bit of an unpleasant child to have to interact with.

(Side note: I say child but it's difficult to gauge how old he is, I'm assuming he's a teenager at this point because he distinguishes between "childhood" and "youth" and had to actively escape the foundling home, whereas such institutes tend to let their children go on their 18th birthday)

Continuing this removed section of the chapter is Moomin's imaginary house-building and showing it to the Hedgehog. This is an instance of Moominpappa's extended tangents throughout the book, here he goes into very, very vivid detail about drawing a Moominhouse (as he calls it) in the dirt and he's so proud of "building one" that he goes to show it off to the one person he's met this far only to realise he didn't actually build it, he receives a very cold and disgruntled reaction from the Hedgehog and they both walk away, she to her dishes and he to the brook. Then he goes on yet another tangent trying to reason that actually, building the house would've been a bad decision for Many Reasons, therefore he walks away from the interaction with his dignity intact.

I personally really enjoyed this section with the Hedgehog because it establishes how inexperienced Moomin is and just how stunted in his social capabilities it has made him. It gives us a lot of characterization and that Moominpappa is Totally Normal about houses, just… super, normal about them, guys. It sets a clear precedent on how his interactions with regular people would go, and clearly demonstrates how his childhood friendship has affected him. However I'm not quite so angry about the removal of it in the adaptation, as it doesn't really progress the plot or give us pertinent information that is essential to understanding the setting or characters, the Hedgehog doesn't even make a comeback for the rest of the book, her character is very much confined to this specific scene and doesn't quite elevate the story by that much besides the characterization and rather humorous scene it helps to provide. Very ironically, Moominpappa calls this sequence the first "real Event" in his life and "of the greatest importance" to his development. (I swear I love the way he talks about this so much in the narration.)

And here comes the real important first event of his life; his discovery of the water-wheel and first meeting with Hodgkins.

The way this interaction goes is a bit different than in the episode, Moomin only inspects and doesn't talk aloud about the water-wheel and Hodgkins' voice explaining what it and its purpose is comes out of blueberry bushes until he reveals himself. (the experiment was for counting the revolutions rather than the episode's explanation of it being him figuring out the propeller[?? Why change it to that??])

Moomin looks up at him and asks to whom he has the honour of speaking to, the stranger replies with a very brief "Hodgkins. And who are you?", Moomin then proceeds to introduce himself as a Moomin and a refugee born under special stars and Hodgkins asks "What stars?".

Moomin becomes very eager to answer this "first intelligent question put to him" (excuse to talk about himself at length) and proceeds to sit beside Hodgkins and backstory dump with some obvious embellishments and more importantly without interruption. Moomin loves that Hodgkins is clearly invested and after graciously finishing his backstory Hodgkins could only sit there in thoughts and say;

"Strange. Rather strange."

Moomin agrees, Hodgkins then makes a comment about Hemulens being unpleasant and gives Moomin half a ham sandwich. The two of them sit together until sunset, Moominpappa talks about the way Hodgkins talks, then goes on a tangent about how to make a water-wheel before finally describing how the two of them slept in Moomin's imaginary house built on the meadow, finally ending the chapter with this:

“The only thing of importance was that I had found my first friend and consequently begun my life in earnest.”

…

(*Clears throat to perform an impression of a voice over for an animal documentary*) And here we observe the lost, orphan Moomin imprinting on the first creature to show him patience and decency. How disastrous it'll be for his mental health and future interpersonal interactions, we'll just have to wait and see.

Okay but in all seriousness this interaction is very much the most important post-foundling home event as it changes the whole course of his life and maybe possibly his entire brain wiring. Hodgkins here is the first person to let Moomin talk about himself and offer kindness and patience with him. Hodgkins is the first person Moominpappa mentions in his special thanks for the preface, Hodgkins is the only person he'll show any semblance of sympathy towards, the only person that could convince him to take responsibility for anything, Hodgkins' absence is what causes Moomin to spiral into a depression, Hodgkins is the only person besides any kingly figure that he admires and is the golden standard everyone fails to live up to.

Hodgkins is IMPORTANT. He is the most important and awesome figure in Moomin's life until he meets Moominmamma at the very end. Hodgkins is by no means written as flawless (probably because Tove didn't want to get too into the exaggerations Moominpappa would've actually made and it wouldn't be as interesting or entertaining) but I cannot overstate just how much he means to Moominpappa.

This is Moomin finally Meeting The Mentor before he Crosses The Threshold in his Hero's Journey, and that Mentor will be the cause of his Abyss/Death & Rebirth. Hodgkins is the creator of the literal vehicle on which the middle part of the story takes place in, the creator of the other vehicle the first climax of the story takes place in, and he, quite possibly, has the most agency in the story, either as much or more so than Moomin depending on how you look at it.

You can remove the other characters but Hodgkins is the only character besides Moominpappa, Moominmamma and the Principal that you cannot remove in an essential retelling of the story (which is why the stage play in the Golden Tail episode of Moominvalley 2019 bothered me immensely but I digress.)

The way the adaptation portrays this relationship as a casual acquaintance to sort of friendship with no emotional or interpersonal ramifications for Moomin's character is an insult to the very foundation of the book's emotional story-telling, but then again, as I've mentioned in the beginning and demonstrated in this whole analysis of the chapter: the adaptation does not concern itself with the emotional narrative. Just the barebones plot.

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2 is where we meet our companion characters, the Muddler and the Joxter, meet our antagonistic Chekhov's Gun, Edward the Booble, and finally Cross our Threshold.

This section won't be as in depth as chapter 1 because its focus is mostly on other characters rather than Moominpappa's feelings or establishing themes and it's not their turn to be the subject of my derangement because, as Moomintroll stresses in the intermission for chapter 3, this is Moominpappa's story (although they might have their turn in the future), and also the episode pretty much reconfigures the entire chapter to be as simple as possible for the sake of time so there isn't much to compare the book's version of events to.

What the chapter aims to do is establish the dynamics between the characters, do a little bit of act 1 setup and get the plot really going. Some may not notice this at first, but Moomin is very much not a part of any of these dynamics besides a continuation of the one he has with Hodgkins. In fact, one could argue that his lack of dynamic with the other characters right from the introductions is a dynamic in itself, as it highlights Moomin's pattern of not giving or receiving substantial acknowledgment by or for everyone but Hodgkins. However, this isn't to diminish these new introductions and dynamic establishments, as it contributes to highlighting Moomin's Issue as well as giving us characters that would be much needed to progress the plot, expand on the themes and give us new avenues to be entertained.

How the adaptation fails at this is due to both time constraints and a disinterest in the emotional and interpersonal narrative of the book, focusing instead on the action and adventure elements.

The chapter starts with Moomin waking up to Hodgkins using a fishing net on the brook. Moomin asks if there's any fish in that brook and Hodgkins, in very brief, disjointed terms, explains that there aren't any fish in the brook, but since the net is a birthday gift from his nephew, he couldn't let it go to waste lest he feels sad at its uselessness. Moominpappa then gives us a second-hand explanation on who Hodgkins' nephew is: he is a chap by the name of the Muddler who had his parents disappear during spring cleaning, lives in an old blue coffee tin and is a collector who is particularly fond of buttons. Moominpappa then explains that Hodgkins' speech pattern does not allow for even this brief of an explanation to be given at once, though he fails to mention the singular exception to this which we'll find out very soon.

After all this Hodgkins wiggles one of his ears at…

Okay let me digress a bit because I didn't know where else to put it, but Moominpappa's Memoirs places a lot of strange emphasis on ears and I can't for the life of me figure out how much importance to give this and whether or not this is some thematic symbolism, or even what it could mean thematically if it were the case. The first thing Moomin compliments about himself in the frozen sea scene is his ears, the morbid near-death imagination puts emphasis on his ears in both scenarios, Moomin does a lot of ear things, Hodgkins' defining physical trait is his ears to the point where we are quite literally introduced to him via his ears and they are one of his main modes of expression/communication, Muddler flapped his ears in his helplessness and Edward was concerned about children crawling up his ear and Snufkin covered his ears in shame and Moominpappa covers his ears with his hat, and he wiggles his ears in satisfaction at the end. There's just so much… ear stuff, so much more than any of the other books, and I have no idea what to make of it.

Now with that digression aside, Hodgkins wiggles one of his ears at Moomin and then goes into the woods, Moomin follows him. And then we arrive at the Muddler's coffee tin, Hodgkins blows a whistle (I swear to you guys that Muddler is actually dog-coded believe me I've had too much time for this thought to sizzle) and Muddler pops out of the tin bright as day and energetic as a kid on Christmas. Muddler talks very erratically without much room for reply but is stopped by Hodgkins who replies to 2 of his sentences; nevermind tidying the tin, and this new person is a Moomin (but with bare minimum words, of course). Muddler welcomes Moomin and retrieves a box of miscellaneous items tied with string.

Hodgkins asks Muddler if he can paint, Muddler confirms and then proceeds to ask what kind of paint job he needs and if it has to do with the surprise Hodgkins has apparently been keeping from him until this day. Hodgkins says it's a secret which causes Muddler to get over-excited and break his box's string which spills all the (somewhat strange and alarming selection of) items, Hodgkins calmly helps him pick it all up and re-ties it with a rope from his own pocket, all the while Muddler explains that he lost a splendid piece of string and needlessly apologises. The three of them walk on until they arrive at a hazel thicket, Hodgkins gives the two of them a serious look and Muddler asks if the surprise is behind the thicket, Hodgkins nods and they crawl through the bushes.

What I really like about this sequence is that it characterises Hodgkins and Muddler very thoroughly and establishes that they already have much of a close history far before Moomin entered the picture. Hodgkins is generally a very good dude who is gentle about his nephew's feelings and Muddler is a very eccentric and excitable but polite person, the two of them seem to have a very close relationship with one another and we don't even have much backstory besides Muddler's orphanhood and independent living condition.

Strangely enough Moominpappa doesn't take an aside to express his thoughts on Muddler and the most Muddler ever says to him is "Hello! Welcome! Certainly!". These two are devoid of interaction and it almost definitely feels deliberate on the author's part, especially compared to Muddler and Hodgkins.

Our trio crawl out of the bushes into a clearing and it turns out the surprise is a boat, nay, a ship. Moominpappa describes the ship as so:

“It was squat and strong, like Hodgkins himself; it looked just as secure and trustworthy. I knew nothing about ships, but I experienced at once a strong feeling of the concept of a ship, so to speak.”

(Really helpful at visualising the ship, Pappa, I almost can't tell how much you take a liking to Hodgkins himself)

He then describes how excited he got about it but then he imagines Hodgkins' process for building this boat, how he must've come here every morning to work on the ship on his own every morning for who knows how long and not have anybody know about it, which made him feel sad. Moomin asks what the ship's name is and Hodgkins proceeds to call it the Ocean Orchestra, named after his long-lost brother's poetry anthology and he says that the name should be painted in ultramarine blue.

… I really really dislike how they changed this in the adaptation by making it Hodgkins' own original name because it really takes out the sentimentality of the name. It's such a simple change too, he could've just said "Her name's the Ocean Orchestra, named after the book my poet brother wrote" in the adaptation but it didn't and it frustrates me because it takes out so much of Hodgkins' character in one fell swoop and makes him seem a bit pretentious especially given how he treats Joxter and Muddler within the episode.

That aside, Muddler gets immediately excited and basically asks if he can paint the ship in red, Hodgkins nods and tells him to be careful with the waterline. After Muddler leaves for his tin Moomin tells Hodgkins that he's quite the carpenter, to which Hodgkins replies with an unprompted ramble about the construction of the ship which Moominpappa (disappointingly) doesn't relay to us at all. Hodgkins even takes out a pen and paper to describe the paddle wheels, Moomin wasn't quite able to understand any of it besides Hodgkins seeming troubled about the paddle-wheel, and Moominpappa admits he couldn't be of much help as his talents do not extend to the field of engineering.

This is the exception to Hodgkins' speech pattern that I mentioned earlier.

You must understand that Hodgkins is very, very, very fixated on engineering, like he gets so excited about it, I can't stress it enough.

Anyway, Moomin's attention gets drawn to the little house in the middle of the boat and asks Hodgkins if he lives in that little thing he describes as a "Moomin sunmer-house", Hodgkins corrects him by calling it the pilot-house in a disapproving tone (please, he's even fastidious about his creations, it's great). Moominpappa starts critiquing the boat's aesthetic (he's very normal about house-building, remember) and Moomin enters the pilot-house to see someone sleeping on the floor with a hat covering his face.

Moomin asks Hodgkins if it's someone he knows, "The Joxter," says Hodgkins after checking the interior. Moominpappa proceeds to describe the Joxter in a way that can be summed up as: "doesn't take care of himself". Muddler announces breakfast, Joxter wakes up and stretches and Muddler proceeds to scold Joxter a bit about not following the No Admittance sign on the door, Joxter concedes that the sign is exactly why he came inside.

We are then treated to a description of the Joxter's behaviour, which boils down to him being a very anti-authoritarian punk but otherwise pretty much your average overfed housecat. Afterwards, our now 4 main characters head to Muddler's tin to eat cold tin lids of omelette served on a checkerboard.

Now… the Joxter is pretty weird as a character within the narrative. He doesn't accomplish much in the ways of contributing to the larger plot besides knocking the idea of fixing the Ghost problem into Moomin's head way later which could have easily been done by someone else, he is a very useless character narratively and mostly serves to add to the book's humour and dialog. What the Joxter contributes to the theme and emotional arc, however, is being an ideological opposite to Moomin. Where Moomin is an ambitious monarchist with a goal in life, Joxter is a lazy anarchist who only lives for life's sake, and that serves as an interesting foil to highlight Moomin's character despite the lack of interactions they have otherwise. Another weird thing about Joxter is despite his unimportance to the plot, he is much more discussed in Moominpappa's narration of the story than Muddler, usually to muse about his own philosophy and need to be a part of great opportunities as opposed to Joxter's laid back attitude towards the majority of matters.

What we learn about Joxter's relationships to the other two in this scene is that Hodgkins doesn't seem to particularly mind Joxter's presence and Muddler doesn't approve of his rule-breaking, further characterising Hodgkins as still a pretty patient cool dude and Muddler as a goody-two-shoes.

The crew eat their breakfast and Hodgkins, after a while of silent chewing, notifies Muddler that there's something hard in his mouth, to this, Muddler freaks out and tells him to spit it out. Hodgkins spits out a few cogwheels and Muddler apologises for the mishap, Hodgkins simply frowns and stares at his dish and Muddler proceeds to cry.

Interestingly, the Joxter is quick to plead for forgiveness on Muddler's behalf. Hodgkins says there's no need and draws up an inspired diagram on how Muddler's cogwheels would fix his aforementioned propeller and paddle-wheel issue (Moominpappa even redraws this for the audience for some reason which brings up the question if every other illustration is also Moominpappa's artistry in-universe but it's not important) and after they finished the meal Muddler gets so inspired by the fact he somewhat helped Hodgkins with something that he starts painting the ship with all his might. Once he was done, he painted a lot of things other than the boat red as collateral, including himself (though he didn't forget to paint the name in ultramarine, of course).

Hodgkins inspects the paint job, which unfortunately did not heed his previous warning about the waterline and the name was misspelt as "the Oshun Oxtra", Muddler eagerly awaits his assessment and begs him to say something about it, Hodgkins takes a moment to think and says "Take it easy, it'll do". Muddler is relieved at this positive-adjacent review and goes to paint his own tin with the leftover paint.

In the evening Hodgkins fishes out a binnacle and aneroid barometer out of the brook using his birthday net and Moominpappa comments on how strange of a find it was before we get to our second intermission with Moominpappa and his beta audience.

The characterization of Hodgkins and Muddler's relationship here is really astounding, here we can understand that Hodgkins seems to care deeply about Muddler's feelings and stops himself from saying anything hurtful towards his nephew. Hodgkins here is characterised as very tender-hearted and prefers to spare others' (or at least his nephew's) feelings when he can and is incredibly patient, which is compatible with Muddler's extremely polite and emotionally intense nature as he's prone to crying when he thinks he's slighted Hodgkins in some way. This stands in stark contrast to Moomin's relationship with his Principal, as she was depicted as very critical and impatient with Moomin while Moomin is seemingly unempathetic about making her upset and continued with his irritating behaviour in spite of it.

Hodgkins' patience and consideration is exactly what made Moomin gravitate towards him in the first place, and I find it very ironic that the adaptation has Hodgkins assuming that Muddler flaked out of painting the boat and the first thing we see him tell Muddler is introducing Moomin and then to hurry up with painting because of the new kid he met and invited to this important launching ceremony a mere minute ago.

After the intermission Moominpappa describes his first bit of wood carving and his creation of a scaled onion-shaped ornament that would adorn the roof of the pilot-house; he was proud of it, but Hodgkins had other concerns at the time. Hodgkins is unusually talkative as he is extremely worried about the boat being stuck and unable to be launched, Joxter sees this, gets a bit didactic about the unending cycle of work and recounts a story of his cousin who studied trigonometry and got eaten by the Groke. Moominpappa describes that he's quite reminiscent of Snufkin and how he never cared to worry about worthy matters, he also backhandedly says that the only thing Joxter would be remembered by is his inclusion in Moominpappa's memoirs (we get quite a few of these odd insults at Joxter and Muddler from Pappa's narration, unfortunately).

Joxter asks when they'll start launching, Moomin asks if he's coming along, Joxter answers "of course" in an astonished tone. Muddler comes in saying he's been asking the same thing as he can't live in his tin anymore and continues to explain that the red paint he used on the tin never dried and thus got into everything including his food and bed, which is driving him insane. Hodgkins tells Muddler to go and pack and Muddler rushes off while musing about the future, and we get this rather blunt line from Moominpappa's narration:

“In my opinion, our crew wasn't too reliable.”

After some attempts to get the boat unstuck with no success, Hodgkins sat down and buried his face in his paws to ponder a solution. Moomin thinks Hodgkins is grieving and (this is literally the only instance of Moomin doing this in the book) tries to comfort him, Hodgkins corrects him and starts thinking out loud, coming to the conclusion that, rather than bring the boat to the water, he needs to bring the water TO the boat; he needs Edward the Booble to sit in the river and raise the water levels.

Moomin asks if this Edward creature's butt is really that big, Hodgkins says it's bigger, then he asks if Moomin has a calendar. Hodgkins didn't really need it as he seemingly memorised Edward's schedule and finds that his bathing day is today, perfect. He tells Moomin to follow him. Moomin asks if Boobles are savages and Hodgkins explains that they are but they don't step on people on purpose, they cry about it for a week and even pay for the funeral. Moomin mumbles about how that stuff isn't really helpful once you're stepped on, feeling a bit brave, and they arrive at Edward's leg which Moomin mistakes for a tower. Hodgkins, after correcting Moomin, tells him to keep quiet and proceeds to shout at Edward asking where he plans to bathe that day.

Edward answers (oh yeah Edward actually talks in the book, I'll get to that) that he'll bathe in the sea like always, and calls Hodgkins a sand-flea (Edward insults the other characters by calling them small things very often). Hodgkins tells him to try the river as it has a sandy bottom, Edward calls out his bullcrap but Hodgkins insists, Edward grumbles and relents but threatens to not pay for their funeral if this is a trick, as Edward has very sensitive feet and behind. Hodgkins whispers at Moomin to run and they rush back to the boat as Edward sits down and roars in pain. They make it to the boat and it was flooded in foam, but then it finally floated and Hodgkins lead the way through the woods and over the sandbanks using the boat's wheels; the launching of the Oshun Oxtra was a success! Except for one small thing…

A red tin floated over the river, which reminded everyone that OH CRAP THEY FORGOT THE MUDDLER! And the Muddler was in danger of almost strangling himself in his scarf as he flapped about helplessly, covered in red paint. Moomin and Joxter hoist the tin up on deck, Hodgkins asks his nephew how he feels and Muddler basically tells Hodgkins how everything's become a mess, even his mind, though Muddler then proceeds to happily reorganise his buttons. The boat continues paddling down the river and Moomin sits beside Hodgkins and asks if he thinks Edward is angry with them, and the chapter ends with one of his usual short answers:

“"Very," replied Hodgkins.”

I said in the beginning of this section that Edward is a Chekhov's Gun, and by that I mean that he's established in "act 1" of the book and will then be used to resolve an issue in "act 3", albeit not intentionally by the characters. Here we have the set up, and it very clearly illustrates just how massive Edward is which will come into play, we get the reminder which we'll get to in the part 2 analysis, and then we finally get the payoff in part 3.

What I will say about the reminder is that the adaptation fails to give it to us because it decided that Edward's personality is completely unneeded for the story, so his sense of vengeance which lead up to the reminder step is left out and it makes the (anti)climax in part 3 feel out of left-field. Edward in the book is not only a plot device but also the angry comic relief, he is his own character who has a history with Hodgkins (at least) and clearly a less than good one at that. Edward's personality is what drove Edward's actions and role in the story later on and that makes him an interesting character, but then again, the adaptation doesn't care for that.

He is the first character we see Hodgkins being unkind to in this book, using him as a means to an end and disregarding the consequences that come from it. What's different with Edward for Hodgkins to do this to him? To be so uncaring about his sensitive bottom? Well, Edward is the solution to his boat problem.

Hodgkins will go to any length for his precious inanimate daughter to the point of looking past other people if it means fixing a problem or focusing on his creation, you think I'm exaggerating but this is actually another set up which leads to a big point in the plot. Hodgkins is a good, kind fellow but he is still humanly selfish and fixated engineering, in fact this is hinted at in the way he treated Moomin when the boat is in conversation, correcting Moomin about the pilot-house in a disapproving tone and cutting him off when brainstorming a way to fix the boat being stuck, or even forgetting that his nephew wasn't on the boat.

THIS. WILL BE. IMPORTANT. FOR LATER.

This is also an important turning point in Muddler's character as we don't see him being as hyperactive and excitable as he is in this chapter for the rest of the book, him describing himself as going crazy from the red paint probably has something to do with it. Although he doesn't go actually insane, or at the very least doesn't act like it, it's still noteworthy how his overexcited demeanour shifts into something a little more reserved later on, especially considering how Moominpappa describes Muddler as having his fur tainted pink for the rest of the time he knew him. Or it could just be that he's going to be stuck in an unfamiliar environment for the rest of the story.

It's a miracle he hasn't died from lead poisoning due to the red paint, though.

CHAPTER 3 (⅓)

Chapter 3 is where we finally get our Road of Trials after Crossing the Threshold. There's no turning back to the familiar world for Moomin and there will be many problems that will await him down the river. In this chapter our crew will be meeting with allies and enemies who will be the dominoes that lead them to their… admittedly unplanned destination. However for this part of the analysis we'll just be meeting with our first nuisance; not the Principal, but her aunt. Let me explain:

Moominpappa starts the chapter describing how the boat continued along the river and generally describing the situation with everyone, mainly that he and Hodgkins were the only responsible members of the crew while Joxter and Muddler minded their own businesses. They left the tin on the deck and they never succeeded in cleaning Muddler of the red paint. Moomin would spend most of his time sitting in the pilot house, checking the barometer and thinking to himself. Namely, Moominpappa describes, he most enjoyed thinking about how impressed the Principal would be with him:

“I especially liked to think about the Hemulen. How impressed she would have been to see me an adventurous part-owner of a river-boat. As a matter of fact, it would have served her right!”

(This is what we call foreshadowing, my friends [you are my friend if you've made it this far in the essay, no takesies backsies])

One evening, they come by a bay, which gives Joxter a foreboding feeling that Hodgkins heeds as warning right away, ordering Muddler to let go of the anchor. Muddler, in his excitement, throws their kettle of Irish stew instead of the anchor by accident, Muddler apologises and hopes to make up for it by finding some jelly, after which Moominpappa makes an unnecessary jab at his whole species saying that mistakes like this are common with them.

Joxter stands over the railing on look-out, Moomin asks him about the foreboding and Joxter tells him to hush because he hears something. Moomin himself doesn't hear anything and promptly dismisses him, and tells him to come inside. Muddler announces that he's found the jelly but right then all of them hear the sound of wailing, which scares Muddler into dropping his food. Joxter identifies it as the Groke's hunting song.

Moomin asks if the Groke can swim and Hodgkins says that nobody knows, and then Moominpappa describes the thoughts that came from her sound.

The crew notice someone running around on the bank of the river bay, and Hodgkins glumly assumes that person will get eaten alive by the Groke. Moomin heroically declares that he'll save them (Moomin/pappa uses "gender-neutral he" here but I'll just use they/them), to which Hodgkins says he won't have the time, but Moomin's already on the rail having made his decision.

“"An unknown adventurer doesn't ask for wreaths on his grave. But I'd appreciate a granite monument with two weeping Hemulens!"”

Moomin dives into the river, bonks his head on the kettle Muddler dropped and scoops out the stew continuing to swim towards the soon-to-be victim.

“"Courage!" I cried. "The Moomins are coming! There's something rotten in a country that allows its Grokes to eat anybody they like!"”

(The Groke is a metaphor for the police? /joke)

The Groke's singing ceased and now Moomin can only hear the panting of the mystery person. Moomin yells at them to hop into the kettle and they do, making the kettle sink down to its handles from their weight. Moomin swims back with the person while the Groke howled disappointedly (Moominpappa describes this in a very long and self-congratulatory way). They get the person on deck and Hodgkins lights a lamp to see who it is.

I think it was a clever creative decision in how the way they changed Muddler's rescue in the adaptation ties into how they changed this scene, by making the tin tied to the boat via rope and thus making it readily available for Moomin to use as a container to save this person. I dunno, I think it's one of the few decisions I actually agreed with in this adaptation.

This, Moominpappa describes, is one of the worst moments of his youth, as he had saved his Principal. Out of instinct and fright he raises his tail at 45°, but then he snaps out of it and acts all nonchalant and cocky, saying he'd never believe it. The Hemulen asks "Believe what?", Moomin answers that he'd rescued her- he means that he'd saved her life- he means… Did she get his farewell letter?

The Principal seems strangely confused, she says she'd never seen him before and got no such letter and speculates that he must've forgotten to do the proper procedures for sending mail, but then graciously compliments him on his swimming.

Joxter asks if Moomin and the Principal knew each other and as it turns out… uhm... She's actually the Principal's aunt. The Hemulen Aunt, Moominpappa calls her. Quite embarrassing.

She then asks Hodgkins to bring a rag for her to clean the floor for them, Hodgkins gives her Joxter's pyjamas in a rush. As she's cleaning, she explains that she's mad and tidying up is the one thing that helps her with that feeling. A silence falls as the crew watch her, Joxter finally exasperatedly mumbles about his aforementioned foreboding, then the Hemulen Aunt snaps at him and tells him how bad it is for someone as small as him to smoke, and that the crew are lucky that she's on board now and they're going to keep things in order. Hodgkins excuses himself and locks himself in the pilot-house.

Moominpappa describes how the barometer fell 40 notches from fright and didn't rise back up until the incident with the niblings. We are then treated to an intermission with Moominpappa and his audience.

And that's where we're going to end the description of the book for this post.

Now, the way the episode adapted this irks me.

In the book, the Principal and the Foundling Home is one of the few things we don't get any closure on, and likely intentionally so. One of the first things Moomin really wanted to get out of this is to prove his previous guardian wrong, or at least how she should've seen his supposed specialness in a good light, to realise even if too late that he was singular and good and worthy of praise. Here he almost seems afraid of what he thought was her, he toned down his righteousness just to basically ask if she came for him, only to be embarrassed (although he doesn't describe his embarrassment here). He instinctively fixed his posture for her and even in trying to seem nonchalant he LOWERED himself for her, he wanted to know if, at minimum, she was worried and came looking for him. But it's not her, it's her aunt. A person he's never met before and already presented herself a roadblock to the personal freedom he and the crew were supposed to have on this boat.

His old life never gets closure, he never finds out what his principal felt or what she did when she found the letter. That prospect of closure gets shot down by this new character and we are to never hear of it again.

This isn't to say I'm opposed to the idea of the person he rescued actually being the Principal herself, I find it a really interesting venture, actually. Can you imagine if we've had Moomin's ego and desires established in the episode and the dire devastation she'd bring upon him by not realising her wrongness but instead chastising him for taking his life into his own hands (as he sees it)? The bitterness and grief and probably depression/guilt he'd feel from this? It would've been such a great avenue for his character to be explored in this nightmare scenario and the adaptation just throws it away by making him just… disinterested in her and saying that he wouldn't have saved her if he knew. It's such a blow to his potential to be an interesting character.

We don't get any ounce of her being her own person like we do with the Hemulen Aunt, either. The Hemulen Aunt in her introduction already seems bossy and talks to people derogatorily but she isn't above complimenting Moomin or actively trying to stay calm in the face of her humiliating circumstances because she's polite and trying to make the most of the situation, she sees this group of irresponsible men and she wants to help them, even if her demeanour seems rash. In the adaptation the Principal had supposedly gone to search for Moomin but she doesn't show an ounce of relief or personal concern for his safety with these strangers, there is no dimension to her, there is no shred of politeness or decency or trait that doesn't pertain to being annoyed at Moomin for everything he does here. This is the most mean-spirited the show has ever gotten and it comes from not only how the Principal acts but how the other characters treat her as well. There's such a lack of sympathy from both ends.

Final Thoughts

Moominpappa's Memoirs is a character-driven story yet the adaptation fails to frame it as such. Where the book gave us an emphasis on characterization and feelings for this part of the story, the episode takes its time with the overextended action scenes and unnecessary interruption near the end. Moomin isn't given a drive or personality in the adaptation aside from a back-seat desire for adventure that came out of a near-death experience, Moominpappa's narration is underutilised and isn't given its characteristic pzazz, Hodgkins is too talkative but somehow much more vague of a character than in the book (and what little we can understand of him is entirely inaccurate to the book), and Muddler, Joxter, and Edward the Booble fall by the wayside because of the writing's priorities.

As someone who is deeply passionate for the book (if you can't tell already), it's really upsetting to see such a fun story with dramatic elements be so poorly representative of its characters and lacking in thematic writing or exploration.

With all that said, I thank you for reading this egregiously long essay and hope to write the next 2 parts a little more quickly now that I've set up the foundations of this book. I also hope you find this a useful essay for both writing and your understanding of the characters, the Oshun Oxtra has been a painfully misrepresented group of characters for the whole fandom and there just isn't a lot of in-depth analysis of the book that fully captures the entirety of what it depicts in these characters. I'll see you next time.

- Yours truly.

#moominvalley #moomin #moomins #lightbulb moment #moominpappa #moominmamma #moomintroll #muddler #hodgkins #joxter #moomin muddler #moomin hodgkins #moomin joxter #the muddler #the joxter #edward the booble #snufkin #moomin sniff #moominpappa's memoirs #adventures of moominpappa #moomin analysis #sorry this was a day later than I promised 😔😔😔 BUT ATLEAST I DID IT. DEAR GROKE I DID IT!!!!!! #PLEASE READ I BEG OF YOU IDC IF YOU PUT THIS THROUGH A TEXT TO SPEECH TO LISTEN TO IN THE BACKGROUND JUST GIVE ME VALIDATION #I DIDN'T PUT MY WHOLE LIFE INTO THIS JUST TO GET IGNORED I AM HOLDING YOU BY THE SHIRT RIGHT NOW #(for legal reasons this is an exaggeration and a purely comedic expression of myself) #also I couldn't be bothered to put pictures or accentuate the text with bold and italics in this one so I'm sorry if it looks boring

[muraski-yume]

3/4 Akira

I was so not ready for this. I'd heard about Akira early into my Japanese journey and based on the poster and the art style I guess I'd expected it to be something similar to Tron: Legacy with the whole cyberpunk dystopian world feel but wow.

Starting off the art style really gave me Scooby Doo and Spiderman comic vibes with the color pallet as well as how the background moves in one whole piece. Despite reading several explanations online because I'm still a bit fuzzy on the plot, some of my biggest takeaways were these.

Firstly, there's a constant sort of push and pull between who the "bad" guys are and who the "good" ones are. When the first child (Takashi) appeared I was instantly confused because he looked very old and he's fleeing something but then its revealed he actually likes the Colonel along with Kiyoko and Masaru so then I thought maybe the resistance man who was fleeing with him kidnapped him (I'm still unclear tbh). Theres also the side events of the two biker gangs so that was a bit confusing too. As for Akira itself? himself? he seems connected to the original bombing of old Tokyo so his body parts? are locked away but then he saves everyone after being resurrected by the 3 Espers?? OVERALL I WAS SUPER CONFUSED.

BUT it is obvious that good or bad the government is definitely responsible, doing all these experiments on these poor children who've been "thrown away" and then eliminating Akira for getting too powerful- yet another plot point that is wracking my brain. Akira is made out to be this otherworldly being locked away for the supposed greater good only to be revealed as this 10 year old? child the government essentially tortured. I do wonder why he wasn't old and wrinkly looking like the other 3 children as well as what the deal with the palm print numbers was. Because if Akira supposedly caused the old Tokyo bomb 30 years ago maybe the other kids still chronologically but not physically? Also I was not amused when the Colonel not so subtly admits the government basically tore Akira to pieces to study every part of him.

Despite the constant whiplash of side tangents I was really struck by the loyalty of Kaneda to Tetsuo, desperate to save him up until the very end. He is desperate to find him after he's taken to an undisclosed hospital and despite having multiple opportunities can't bring himself to actually take the kill-shot as Tetsuo is releasing Akira. He even jumps into the mass of flesh and metal to try to save Testuo.

Maybe the overall message is that we should be careful of our use of technology and value the people around us. I still thought it was very visually appealing and maybe by my 3rd or 4th watch I'll understand it better.

#akira

[vixthefantheorist]

Who sent these messages?

So I was just looking back on the stream... well the latter half of it. Since I'm talking about the section of time (ha) of where this appears:

Mostly due to the importance of why it's there. This was Sean's failsafe loop to play in case the stream went tits up for some reason or another. But not only was it a failsafe for that situation but it served for another purpose that didn't get to be played out as planned since Sean decided to play then entire thing in one day.

As we all know, the IRIS Project was originally going to play out over the course of about a week, 5 days, if I recall correctly. Each day the stream would appear at some time, have us all play a mini-game to earn a Chase clip. (No joke the minigames were fun. Challenging since we're talking about thousands of people entering commands all at once but still fun IMO) But then IRIS's systems will be alerted to our meddling and kicks us back out as IRIS does a maintenance on their servers in attempt to keep us out. And we're 'locked out' for the day and have to wait the next day to try hacking again. Thus the above image appears. BUT there is something else within that little Server Maintenance Required loop that I just noticed a couple of days ago, that I did share on the official JSE discord. I'm sure others caught onto it waaaay before I have but I haven't seen it be discussed so I'll share it.

In that loop, four words appear.

I can imagine that these words only are suppose to show up during the four days we get locked out of the camera systems before the final day in which Anti breaks into the facility in order to apprehend Chase for himself.

So my question is...

Who the hell sent those?

Like someone on the inside of IRIS, giving us a warning before locking us out for the day then reopen it for us to pop back in to hack? Like, I dunno? Arin? Henrik?

Or could it be out mystery team that had broken into the facility ahead of Anti? Perhaps Echo?

Not sure... but notice how the words get a bit more frantic as it goes. 'Patience' is very clear and easy to read and smaller. But the words 'Wait', 'Don't Look' and 'Hide' get more fuzzy, somewhat harder to read and larger, as if someone is panicking and yelling at us to stop what we're doing.

Granted, we don't listen, too curious and stubborn to see what happens to Chase next. And determined to free him somehow. (Honestly, not sure how big of a part we play in the story, if at all, in the way it affects the story. Or we're in another POV of another character trying to help Chase and the others are yelling at them to stop because they just allowed Anti pass through the defenses? Or it's just meta fun for lulz?) I'm not sure myself, but either case, someone on the other side of the line was panicking for good reason. Anti did tear through the IRIS facility with terrifying speed. (Which brings me to go off topic for a moment. I think the reason why there's no huge pool of blood for Anti to step in and leave footprints as he approaches Chase in that hallway; is because I believe Anti was alternating between walking and floating through the facility and killing people. And the last room he killed in, probably had a pool of blood to step in and he just decided to float in Chase's direction to intimidate and showcase his power to him; before setting himself down to walk closer to him in the end.

-snerk- Now imagine finding several spots of the facility with bloody footprints. Kinda funny, but also clever if he wants to confuse anyone from IRIS following him or investigating what happened of where he was going in the building. If he cared about hiding that at all.)

Anyway, back on topic, the question still stands. Who left those messages in the server maintenance clip? I'm curious to hear your thoughts! Who do you think did that? And were those messages meant for us, the viewers? The 'character' (if there is one)? Or... perhaps meant for Chase?

Perhaps the messages were for Chase...

After all, Anti is the one seeking him out... Chase the one losing his patience... and the one who shouldn't look and must hide from Anti...

EDIT:

I also figured something about the words too. 'Patience' is the only word written in black, while the other words are in white or a mix of both but static. Maybe 'Patience' is more of something of Anti being the one to say it to us viewers to be patient for his arrival or someone telling Anti to be patient so that things will be easier for him.

Either way, its fun! :D

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jseprojectiris #jse iris #jse iris project #antisepticeye #chase brody #jse egos #jse anti #jse chase #jse fandom #jse theories #jsegos #jse project iris clues

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hiii💕💕💕 I wanted to make a request for mumon with an s/o that owns a litlle shop similar to kozue's father and she works there and feeds mumon and makes sure he is allways fed

Situation: Mumon with an S/O who owns a ramen shop / Mumon con un S/O que tiene una tienda de ramen.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon was magnetically attracted to the S/O's ramen stand ever since he saw it in a park. The yellow lights over the bar, the five unoccupied seats for him to choose from, the reddish flags that covered part of the S/O's face while cooking, the aroma that wafted through and made his stomach growl.

A fleeting thought made Mumon laugh nostalgically, “Are all ramen restaurants in places as desolate as this?”

His thoughts overwhelmed him for a few seconds, a strong feeling of nostalgia and sadness crawled up his throat, almost taking the wind out of him. The surroundings became fuzzy and dark, consuming him.

“Hey!”, the unknown voice disconnected him from his sadness, enveloping him in curiosity so that he would look for the origin, “This way, boy.”

Maybe they were his eyes used to wandering through the darkness of the night, but he felt blinded by the brightness of the person who was watching him with their hands on their waist. That slight calm expression and firm posture of theirs brought a different mental image to him. He took a deep breath because of that.

“You look very thin,” their observation was a confusing comment for Mumon, he even observed himself to understand the words he heard.

“What?” His confused expression produced a laugh from the other person.

“Are you hungry?” They didn't give him an answer or explanation for their previous comment, they just called him to come over, “Have a seat and I'll prepare something for you to eat.”

“I'm sorry,” Mumon shook his head, rejecting their proposal, “I don't have any money with me.”

“It's not what I asked,” Mumon's face reflected his surprise after the S/O's laughter, “I'll invite you, come on, sit down.”

He wasn't really talkative for a few minutes, staying quiet as the S/O idly talked about what ingredients they have available and which ones they can add additionally to Mumon's order. He just smiled and thanked them for the kindness.

The S/O was warm to him, speaking familiarly as they cooked for Mumon, asking about him and his interests, appearing genuinely fascinated by everything Mumon could tell.

The company was pleasant and the food was incredible, at some point during the night Mumon felt a kind of déjà vu. As if an old memory had come to life. It was nice.

It was like putting a Band-Aid on an untreated wound.

The S/O asked him to come back whenever he wanted, that they would be there and that they would be happy to receive him. And Mumon took their word very seriously.

He returned three nights later, this time with money and a calm smile on his face. Those three nights became two, those two nights became one and when he realized it, Mumon went every night to see the S/O; He would pay to eat or not.

“I'm happy to see you better,” the S/O's comment left Mumon somewhat curious in the middle of his bowl of ramen.

“Um?”, he ignored the S/O's reprimand for speaking with his mouth full, “What are you trying to say to that?”

“You look happy,” Mumon looked at the S/O strangely, as if a second head was growing from their neck, “Your eyes don't shine with sadness like the first time you saw my ramen stand.”

The boy blinked perplexed by their words, remembering the bitter feeling he had on that occasion, feeling a little distant now. Maybe less sad.

“I was very worried that time,” the S/O admitted, “You seemed to be lost in great sadness, even when you smiled the first time that time, I noticed it. There was something that made you sad."

“Aren't I good at hiding my feelings?” Mumon took that as a joke.

“Sadness is hard to hide,” he hummed at the S/O's statements, “It escapes through your eyes and through your skin, and the harder you try to hide it, the more it shows.”

Mumon listened silently after noticing that his plate was already empty, he stood there for a few seconds before looking up and meeting the S/O's calm smile. It was a good comfort, he was sure.

“I think you're right,” he admitted with a small sigh.

Then, Mumon heard the S/O continue talking, being kind and doing what they loved. An insistent thought kept rolling through his head because of that.

“Are all Ramen restaurant owners this nice?”

Versión en español

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon se sintió magnéticamente atraído por el puesto de ramen del S/O desde que la vio en un parque. Las luces amarillas sobre la barra, los cinco asientos desocupados para que pudiera escoger, las banderas rojizas que cubrían parte del rostro del S/O al cocinar, el aroma que flotaba y que le hacía rugir el estómago.

Un fugaz pensamiento hizo reír nostálgicamente a Mumon, “¿todos los restaurantes de ramen están en lugares tan desolados como este?”

Sus pensamientos lo abrumaron durante unos segundos, un fuerte sentimiento de nostalgia y tristeza escalo por su garganta, casi quitándole el aire. Su alrededor se volvió difuso y oscuro, consumiéndolo.

“¡Oye!”, la voz desconocida lo desconecto de su tristeza, envolviéndolo en curiosidad para que buscara el origen, “Por aquí chico”

Quizá eran sus ojos acostumbrados a vagar por la oscuridad de la noche, pero se sintió cegado por el brillo de la persona que lo observaba con las manos en la cintura. Esa ligera expresión calmada y la postura firme le trajeron una imagen mental diferente. Tomo una profunda respiración a causa de eso.

“Te ves muy delgado”, su observación fue un comentario confuso para Mumon, incluso se observó a sí mismo para comprender las palabras que escuchaba.

“¿Qué?”, su mueca confundida produjo una risa en la otra persona.

“¿Tienes hambre?”, no le dio una respuesta o explicación por su comentario anterior, solo le llamo para que se acercara, “Toma asiento y prepararé algo para que comas”

“Lo siento”, Mumon negó con la cabeza, rechazando su propuesta, “No tengo dinero conmigo”

“No es lo que pregunte”, el rostro de Mumon reflejo su sorpresa tras la risa del S/O, “Yo invito, vamos, siéntate”

Él no fue realmente hablador durante unos minutos, se quedó callado mientras el S/O hablaba distraídamente sobre los ingredientes que tiene disponibles y cuáles puede agregar adicionalmente al pedido de Mumon. Él solo sonrió y agradeció la amabilidad.

El S/O fue cálido con él, hablando con familiaridad mientras cocinaba para Mumon, preguntando por él y sus intereses, mostrándose genuinamente fascinado por cada cosa que Mumon podía contar.

La compañía fue agradable y la comida fue increíble, en algún momento de la noche Mumon sintió una especie de déjà vu. Como si un viejo recuerdo hubiera cobrado vida. Fue agradable.

Fue como poner una curita en una herida no tratada.

El S/O les pidió que volvieran cuando quisieran, que ellos estarían allí y que estarían felices de recibirlo. Y Mumon tomo sus palabras con mucha seriedad.

Regreso tres noches después, esta vez con dinero y una sonrisa tranquila en su rostro. Esas tres noches se volvieron dos, esas dos noches se volvieron una y cuando se dio cuenta, Mumon iba todos los días a ver al S/O; pagara por comer o no.

“Estoy feliz de verte mejor”, el comentario del S/O dejo a Mumon algo curioso en medio de su plato de ramen.

“Um?”, él ignoró la reprimenda del S/O por hablar con la boca llena, “¿Qué tratas de decir con eso?”

“Te ves feliz”, Mumon observo con extrañeza al S/O, como si una segunda cabeza les naciera del cuello, “Tus ojos no brillan con tristeza como la primera vez que viste mi puesto de ramen”

El muchacho parpadeo perplejo por sus palabras, recordando el amargo sentimiento que tuvo en esa ocasión, sintiéndolo un poco lejano ahora. Quizá menos triste.

“Me preocupé mucho esa vez”, el S/O admitió, “Parecías estar perdido en una gran tristeza, incluso cuando sonreíste la primera vez esa vez, lo note. Había algo que te ponía triste”

“¿Acaso no soy bueno escondiendo mis sentimientos?”, Mumon tomo eso como una broma.

“La tristeza es difícil de esconder”, él tarareó ante las afirmaciones del S/O, “Se escapa por los ojos y por la piel, y mientras más te esfuerces por esconderla, más se nota”

Mumon escucho en silencio después de notar que su plato ya estaba vacío, se quedó allí durante unos segundos antes de levantar la mirada y encontrar la sonrisa calmada del S/O. Era un buen consuelo, estaba seguro.

“Creo que tienes razón”, admitió con un pequeño suspiro.

Entonces, Mumon escucho al S/O seguir hablando, siendo amable y haciendo lo que amaba. Un insistente pensamiento seguía rodando por su cabeza debido a eso.

“¿Todos los dueños de restaurantes de Ramen son tan amables?”

#mumon katsuragi #mumon katsuragi baki gaiden yuuenchi #mumon #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

[talkfastromance4]

Posy turns 6!--Luke & Lily oneshot

a/n: the next one we will meet baby number 4! thank you for being so patient!

word count: 2.2k

warnings: pregnancy and baby talk

Enjoy!

*****

To say you and Luke were shocked about Posy bringing home a duckling would be a very big understatement. The pair of you and Oliver were sitting outside in the backyard enjoying the Spring breeze when Posy came bursting out of the patio doors exclaiming for you and Luke. She then proceeded to talk a mile a minute until Luke caught her.

“Slow down, bug,” Luke laughs, patting her back. “Can you say that again, this time slower?”

“I got so many rocks and shells and I found a little ducky. His mama was gone so now I’m his mama and I got him a home and everything. I’m gonna go collect worms for him to eat!”

She ran into the grass towards the trees and bushes and started digging. Ashton appears holding the fish tank with a sheepish smile as you and Luke stare at him in shock. Then your eyes look into the tank to see a fuzzy yellow duck snoozing in a pile of twigs and leaves. 

“You really brought home a duck?” you ask, widening your eyes.

“Ash, we can’t handle a duck. We’ve barely got room for all of us right now!” Luke groans falling into the grass.

“Can’t you keep him at your place?” you beg. A million thoughts and scenarios are running through your mind. 

Petunia eating the duck, Posy losing the duck, the duck making a mess all over the house. 

“That was my original plan but…watch this,” he checked his surroundings to make sure Petunia wasn’t around and kneeled on the patio.

 He lifted the duck out of the tank, you watched as the fuzzy creature blinked awake. His beady black eyes searched and searched until he locked on Posy across the yard then darted through the green blades towards Posy. He flutters his wings once by her side and she shrieks in excitement picking him up in her hands.

“See? Philbert’s imprinted on her so wherever she goes, he goes. He went ballistic when we tried leaving without him.”

“Philbert?” Luke’s brows furrow together.

“That’s what she named him,” Ashton shrugs.

“Sounds like Posy,” you chuckle then watch as your youngest daughter titters with her little duck. Her giggles and smile make you smile. “What do you think, babe?”

Luke turns to watch Posy himself. She fed him a small worm then started running around with Philbert chasing her. She falls to the lawn and Philbert climbs on top of her where he nestles down on her chest and falls asleep fairly quickly. Luke sighs.

“What exactly does a duck need?”

***

Posy’s birthday falls on a Wednesday so you and Luke decided to pull her and Lily out of school so you can go to the aquarium, since that’s what she wanted to do. She loved watching the sharks and stingrays glide above her in the underwater dome. Even Oliver was transfixed with the blue water and the way the light catches it. 

Afterwards, you had pizza and ice cream at her favorite places then opened presents back home. You and Luke sprung for a rock polisher, she always picks them up when you’re out in the world and Lily gifted her with a sister bracelet she made out of beads. Rayna helped her with that. Lily’s were pink, gold and opal beads with the letters ‘L’ and ‘P’ while Posy’s was purple, silver and opal beads with the same lettered beads. She loved it and asked Lily to place it on her wrist right away.

You end the night by watching ‘The Land Before Time’ when suddenly you start to feel sharp pains in your stomach. It caught you by such surprise it caused you to gasp, shoot forward on the couch and send the popcorn bowl flying to the ground. 

“What is it?” Luke asks in alarm.

“Mama?”

“I don’t…ah! I don’t know,” you shake your head as another sharp pain races across your swollen abdomen. 

“Are you…are you…” Luke struggles to find words until you look at him and he mouths, “bleeding?”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head and touch around your belly. 

“Okay, let’s just go to the hospital,” his voice becomes calm and stoic. He rises from the couch grabbing his phone from the coffee table. “I’ll call Ashton.”

“Mama? What is it?” Lily asks crawling over to you. Posy is frozen in her spot on the couch, staring at you wide eyed with little Philbert tucked in the crook of her elbow.

���I’m not sure, sweetie,” your voice shakes as you try to keep it even. You brush her hair back over her shoulder.

“Why don’t you take your sister in our room and finish the movie there, sweets,” Luke says.

“I want to stay here!” Lily frowns at Luke.

“Lily, I’ll be okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” you respond heavily. 

Lily sighs then slides off the couch holding out her hand for Posy.

“Come on, Po, we’ll grab our blankets and finish Horton in mama and dada’s room.”

“Is mama okay?” you hear Posy whisper, her slippers shuffling on the carpet towards your bedroom. 

Once they’re out of earshot, your panic really sets in and you try to control it which results in you making a choking sound. You cover your mouth to mask it so the girls don’t hear and Luke sits by you instantly. 

“Yeah, can you come over right now?” Luke continues on his phone. “The girls are finishing a movie but I think me and y/n should go to the hospital….thanks, Ash. Okay, lovie, it’s all going to be alright.” 

Ashton is over in minutes which make Lily and Posy run out of your room. You promise you’ll call as soon as you know what’s going on and Luke rushes  you out of the door.

“This is early,” you whimper rubbing your belly in the car. You cradle it as if that will help your baby.

“Not as early as Oliver was. It’ll be okay, lovie,” Luke soothes and places his hand over yours. 

You’re not sure how he’s being so calm right now but it is helping you somewhat. Your heart is beating so fast but you try to focus on your breathing and Luke’s thumb rubbing your skin.

Thankfully it didn’t take long for someone to see you once you arrived. Dr. Jones examined you quickly and said it was Braxton-Hicks but you insisted he do an ultrasound to make sure the baby was okay. He did and assured you twice that the baby’s heart was strong but noticed your blood pressure was a little high. He recommended you stay for a bit until it went down to normal.

Your mumbling obscenities at his retreating back and Luke is smiling at you.

“What?” you scowl at him.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he smirks then kisses you. 

You decide to be the one who calls Ashton to give him an update, it’s nearing after midnight and you can hear the girls in the background.

“I’m sorry, I tried putting them to bed but they overpowered me by wanting to stay awake until you got home,” Ashton admits his defeat.

“Let me talk to them,” you say and then you hear their voices talking over each other. “I’m okay, girls, I promise. We’ll be leaving soon and we’ll come kiss you goodnight. Now please, go to bed like your uncle told you.”

“Ashton’s too weak when it comes to them,” Luke shakes his head. He gathers your fingers in between his, your wedding bands knocking together as he brings your joined hands on your belly. “We haven’t really discussed names yet, have we?”

“I’ve got some ideas,” you say sheepishly, “but their boys’ names.”

“You told me you think it’s a girl,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you reach over and brush his curls from his forehead. “But knowing me it’ll be the opposite so I’m prepared just in case.”

“Do you have girl names?”

“I do. I have two of each.”

“I do too,” he laughs then kisses your knuckles. He keeps his lips on your skin, his soft breath is comforting. 

“Really? That’s funny,” you giggle, settling into the pillow. It crunches beneath you. “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Deal. Do you want to go first?”

“Sure. So, for boys I like Asher and Cane.”

“Cane is nice, Asher is too close to Ash for Ashton,” he chuckles again.

“I liked it because it meant ‘happiness,’” you frown. 

“It is a good name. What about the girls?”

“Magnolia and Poppy,” you smile.

“I love those,” his blue eyes light up. “How’d you come up with them?”

“‘Steel Magnolias’ is one of my favorite movies and it’s a pretty delicate flower. Poppy means ‘remembrance’ and ‘hopeful future.’ I thought it was nice since after the miscarriage…this one is our rainbow baby.”

“It’s beautiful, lovie,” he kisses your knuckles twice. You continue to play with his hair. 

“Tell me yours now.”

“For boys I have Jacek and Reed.”

“Different,” you nod in approval. I really like Reed. And the girls?”

“Rose and Daisy.”

“Pretty,” you stroke the edge of his nose. “We’ve really got a thing for flowers, huh?”

“I guess so,” he smiles.

***

When you get back home, you talk with Ashton for a little before Lily comes running out and hugs you. You take her back to bed so you can tell her what happened and what’s going on. You don’t hear what Luke says to Ashton.

Once you close Lily’s door, Luke collapses onto the stool in the kitchen, his hands holding his face.

“Luke?”

“I was so terrified, Ash,” he whispers. “I don’t know how I kept my composure but the whole time I had this pit in my stomach that something was wrong. That we lost the baby or…or something. But I couldn’t lose it because y/n was freaking out. I couldn’t let her go back into that guilty place.”

“You did what you were supposed to do as a husband and father, Luke. You put her needs above your own. But it’s all okay now, right?” Ashton rubs a comforting hand on Luke’s shoulder. “She’s fine, the baby’s fine, all your kids are in bed and you’re home.” 

“Yeah,” Luke sighs heavily.

Ashton waits to leave until you emerge from Lily’s room. He gives you a kiss on the cheek telling you he’s glad you’re alright then heads back home. 

You and Luke crawl into bed, you sigh at the comfort of your own mattress. 

“You should take it easy for the next couple of days, lovie,” he tells you.

“But Posy’s birthday party–”

“We’ll figure something out. You should rest. I know you’ve had a new burst of energy but maybe rein it in a little.”

“I–” you start to protest but the look on Luke’s face stops you. You’re taken back for a moment to the time after the miscarriage and his look is similar. “Okay. You’re right.”

***

Posy’s family birthday was supposed to be Saturday, and instead Ashton invited you all over for dinner. Unbeknownst to you, he called the vendors you had contacted and changed the event address to his house. It was fairy themed (Posy’s new fixation were the Tinker Bell movies) with a bouncy house, streamers hanging from his trees and different fairy accessories to wear. 

Posy’s favorite things were the hundreds of water balloons that were also full of glitter. You watched joyfully as she ran around throwing balloons at her uncles. Posy made sure to help Violetta with her balloons and Lily hid behind Calum.

Everyone was having a great time, even you who was forced to stay in a chair the whole time. Oliver stays by you signing ‘snow’ when the balloons explode. 

You share a sweet little conversation with him as you watch everyone chase each other.

“You’ll be a big brother soon, and I know you’ll be so loving and caring. They’ll be the new baby but you’ll always be my first baby boy, okay?” you tell him and he hums patting your cheek. You kiss his cheeks until he’s giggling.

Oliver continues to hum and grunt and you wait patiently for him to sign something. 

Then you hear it.

“Mama.”

It was faint and if you hadn’t been looking at him you wouldn’t have known he spoke it. 

“What did you say?” you ask in shock.

“Mma-mmaa…mmama…mama!” he smiles then keeps repeating it as you cry.

“Luke! Luke, come here, quick!” you shout.

Luke nearly trips over his own feet as he races towards you, glitter is shining in his hair and on his face, he reminds you of the Cullens. 

“What is it? Are you hurt?”

“No! Oliver just spoke! He said ‘mama’!”

“What?””

“Can you say it again, honey? Say ‘mama,’” you  encourage then Lily and Posy run over. 

Oliver stutters and stumbles but there’s no mistaking when he says the word again. Lily and Posy are clapping then ask him to say his name.

“He only said his first word, girls–”

“Po! Li-li!” Oliver claps and Luke’s eyes widen. He snatches his son from your arms and hugs him close. 

“That’s my boy! Good job Oli!”

“Mama, he said my name!” Posy jumps up and down clapping her hands. “Is that his present for me?”

“I bet it was,” you swipe the tears from your cheeks but they keep coming.

“DADA!”

At this point, everyone's gathering around to hear Oliver speak his first words ever. You’re overcome with emotion at all the love you have surrounding you.

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[ M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Genre: Fluff/Wholesome Headcanons

─ Length: 14 bullet points + Descriptive

─ Disclaimer: Yukhei/Lucas is included because I personally consider WayV as a 7 person group. You can always skip him or skip this post entirely, if you do not want to read anything that involves him.

❒ a/n: There are two parts because there is a long list of bullet points and it’s incredibly descriptive! I finalized the decision of what type of hybrid they are by what they remind me of and based by their personality. So, the animals aren’t exactly the emojis they personally use or describe themselves as. Part 2 is already out, go ahead and check it out to read about the other members!

⊱ WayV as Hybrids Pt. 2 (ft. Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang)

!! Kun - Bear Hybrid. 

Appearance: With light colored hair, there are a pair of round fuzzy ears with a darker shade of brown, resembling a bear’s and followed with a round tail; he is one of the few hybrids who has sharp teeth due to his hybrid characteristics

First Impression: Very polite and well-spoken, isn’t exactly timid nor afraid but he is definitely uncomfortable with his new surroundings. He tries his best to make conversation, but ends up making the situation awkward or very dry; he definitely grew distant after those awkward attempts though

After a week’s passing, Kun remains respectful and shows a higher maturity than most, but he is less awkward! The bear hybrid is always asking how was your day or starting small talk to look after your well-being

Love Language: Quality time and Acts of Services; he loves to cook for you and hang out with you, whether it be outside or inside the house. He is always listening if you ever need advice or need someone to listen whenever you have complaints. If you ever need any help, let him know! Kun is always keeping an eye on you and making his way towards you, if he sees you struggling

He is keen on your dislikes/likes, always remembering the smallest details in conversations; as your personal cook, he knows what you dislike or allergic to - he definitely uses his sense of smell to know if any food has ingredients that may cause a reaction

You two do have moments of teasing one another and him being incredibly playful; he enjoys play wrestling with you, but he is incredibly gentle due to his bear-like strength

He has an independent nature to him where he doesn’t ask for much nor does he need lots of attention, overall he is low maintenance and most cases you are the one being taken care of than the other way around; this doesn’t seem to bother him, however

No matter how long you are out the house/apartment, Kun is always greeting you by the door and asking how your day went; he would even eat dinner with you, despite his food being cold or it’s very late in the night

As a bear hybrid, Kun has a very large appetite and he would sometimes be seen sleeping a lot during winter time (he does not hibernate, he just sleeps longer); you will need to buy lots of ingredients for him to make larger portions for himself - if there are any leftovers, he always has room to eat them

Gives the BEST hugs due to his naturally warm body; he is your personal heater and teddy bear  - if you ever need a hug or some cuddles, he is always there with open arms

He is a very patient and sociable hybrid, as he can be seen being friendly with strangers and isn’t too overprotective over you; but, in crowded areas, he will be placing a hand on you while following closely - he would act protective, if he senses something is wrong

Yes!: Loves it when you scratch behind his ears, helping him cook, asking if he’s eaten/slept well, hugs/cuddles, running your fingers through his hair

No!: His bear-like strength (it is convenient, but sometimes he accidentally breaks certain items that are too fragile in his hands), anyone trying to take your attention away from him (would never admit it though), extremely warm places

Bonus: Always carries the groceries for you or any bags, purposely loses in play wrestling and arm wrestling for you, can identify different types of fish by one bite, his ears twitch cutely while tilting his head whenever he hears your voice

!! Ten - Lynx Hybrid. 

Appearance: Has very distinct ears due to being a lynx, it completely contrasts his black hair with the gray color; the black tips on his ears are thin and are always pointed up. His tail is short, but can be seen wagging/swaying with a black tip - he is considered ‘rare’ or ‘unique’

First Impression: Ten was cautious and tread carefully in the new home, but he seemed more intrigued than anxious; he is closely observing the details of his new home and he is definitely smiling at a few baby photos of you, thinking you were cute. He is not afraid to converse with you and carry the conversation, as he likes to know more about you

Within a few days, Ten is definitely more comfortable and he successfully melted the ice between the two of you; he can be seen teasing you or throwing playful comments around in hopes to make you smile or make you flustered

Love Language: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation; he loves being physical with you, whether it be hugs/cuddles or hand-holding. He loves your warmth and your scent, seeming to take pride in being your hybrid. Ten is not afraid to speak up, and if he sees you needing some encouragement, he is willing to give it - he is your personal hypeman! Furthermore, he is also not afraid to address the elephant in the room if there is anything wrong

He is a hybrid who enjoys wearing collars, if you ever buy any for him, he would wear them and correlate it with his outfits - he simply loves looking cute, especially for you. He is a big fan of bells on his collar, as he finds them adorable whenever they jingle

He loves shopping, especially with you, and if you ever need his opinion with anything, he is honest and willing to help you fix it - he is a hybrid who knows constructive criticism, after all

Ten may be higher in maintenance, as he is a naturally active individual; he loves trying out new things and he does not like being bored. Don’t be too surprised when he starts talking about a certain place he’s seen on the media, and suggests the idea of going there someday with you

Of course, he is very understanding and does not want to force you out of your comfort zone! Talking it out in a mature way helps Ten understand you better, as he has no intention in disregarding your feelings

As a lynx hybrid, he can handle much colder weather (especially the snow) and can hyperfocus on certain things like a feline; his pupils would dilate and he would be focused on that particular thing with a swaying tail like a feline ready to pounce - thus, he is always looking out the window or watching dance videos intently

As a feline hybrid, he is tidy and is seen tidying up the house whenever it feels a bit too overwhelming for him; he never nags at you, but teases about you never cleaning up due to being “lazy”

Ten can be possessive, as he likes to make comments or do certain things to have your attention on him (especially when someone else has your attention for too long); he is likely to be extra touchy with you if there is another hybrid, as he dislikes the idea of some other hybrid’s scent on you

Yes!: Loves it when you squish his cheeks together and he would start purring, rubbing/scratching his ears make him purr also, cuddles/hugs (because you are warm), exploring/trying new things

No!: Touching his tail causes discomfort for him, whenever you are feeling down (it affects him sometimes), messy areas, another hybrid (he doesn’t know) touching his belongings or you

Bonus: His fur would bristle or stand up whenever he gets scared/irritated, he likes to do weird and highly flexible stretches to creep you out, he has little cat friends that would follow him around the neighborhood, he purrs and the tip of his tail twitches whenever he is in a good mood

!! Winwin - Koala Hybrid.

Appearance: He has a very cute appearance, as he has large round gray ears at the top of his head contrasting his brown hair. His only koala attribute is his ears and they are quite expressive whenever Sicheng is feeling a certain emotion

First Impression: Sicheng has a quiet and reserved nature and this seems to always draw people in, and maybe that is another reason why you may have adopted him and adored him from the start! He doesn’t exactly get out of his comfort zone quickly, and he definitely stayed in his room rather than trying to interact with you at first

Within a few days of giving him space, Sicheng begins to accompany you in the same room in comfortable silence or sometimes starting conversations to know one another more; usually, the talks lead to your/his interests and he seems way more comfortable in carrying the conversation

Love Language: Quality Time and Physical Touch; He loves hanging out in the same room as you! At times, he would be entering the same room after you to accompany you. He doesn’t mind going out with you either, if you ask him. Physically he enjoys having a sense of security in your presence, oftentimes in public, he will be holding your hand or interlocking his pinkie with your own to avoid separation

Due to his more lax personality, Sicheng likes to laze around or doze off which can lead to some misunderstandings; you will need to be vocal about him with chores or with his trash, as he gets distracted or he tends to forget

When he lazes around, he likes being on his phone or watching movies/shows; sometimes, he likes to drag you to bed or to the couch for a more comfortable time. When he sees you being stressed, he is definitely dragging you to bed for cuddles to hopefully relieve your stress

He literally sleeps everywhere and is actually a light sleeper due to his sensitive hearing! But, if he is familiar with the place (especially in your home), he is asleep and not moving a muscle; he sleeps for very long hours and you usually find him asleep with something that smells like you

Sicheng is lower in maintenance, not always needing/wanting attention from you and likes to stay at home majority of the time, but he isn’t one to complain if he needs to go out - for you, he is willing to waste some energy. However, he dislikes being babied and he can get a bit snappy or annoyed whenever that occurs

As a koala hybrid, Sicheng has a habit of hugging things; whether it be a stuffed animal, pillow or you. He is also a great climber, but his fear of heights had prevented him from showing off his natural abilities. Due to his koala aspects, he can be a picky eater and usually greens is a way to snack to keep him satisfied!

Whenever he gets tired, he gets more touchy and grow attached to you like a koala to a tree; he loves holding onto your arm or your body in general, and rest his head against yours/shoulder when he is out in public

He is more introverted and reserved in public outings and he is the type to be jealous (with other hybrids), but never show it; you may need to be keen when he does get a bit grumpy (his ears would twitch followed by a scoff), as he isn’t the type to voice out his complaints. Even if you encourage him to say something, Sicheng never want to ruin your fun

Yes!: Staying up to watch movies/shows with you, hugging your arm or holding your hand, laying down/sleeping, stroking his ears (especially when he’s upset)

No!: Getting little sleep or having a difficult time falling asleep, his stamina (he apologizes a lot for not being too active), loud noises (his ears are large and very sensitive)

Bonus: Always leans into your touch whenever you pet him, resting his head on your lap, once climbed a tree to impress you but got stuck there for a few minutes due to his fear, always the big spoon because he loves clinging onto you

!! Lucas - Tiger Hybrid.

Appearance: Yukhei is an exotic hybrid and is was intimidating at first, especially with his towering height and broad build. He has a pair of striped ears contrasting his dark hair and a tail that are incredibly expressive, and he is one of the few hybrids who have claws and sharp canines like an actual tiger; unfortunately, his claws tend to grow back quickly no matter how many times he clips it

First Impression: When first arriving, he is friendly and gives wide smiles to relieve the awkward tension between the two of you. He follows you closely during the house tour and he is very mindful of his actions, as he is afraid to break anything; at times, he would point out a few framed photos to know the story behind it and he listens closely

Honestly, within a few days, the two of you are comfortable and the tameness of Yukhei disappears; it is replaced by him being easily excited and being LOUD. His personality is very bubbly and sometimes clingy or lovey-dovey. He acts more like a big dog that tries to be your lap dog

Love Language: Physical Touch and Receiving/Giving Gifts; He likes to have his hand on you at all costs and it’s possibly from his possessiveness. Yukhei feels more confident in showing that you are his, and he likes to wrap his tail around your leg or arm - at times, he would nuzzle the tip of his nose against yours as affection. Yukhei is expressive when it comes to showing his gratitude and is always thinking of getting stuff that reminds him of you

Believe it or not, this large hybrid loves being the little spoon! He is always crawling into your arms and letting you hold him tight. It gives him a sense of security and he is nuzzling against you - good luck in trying to get him off, as he can sometimes be stubborn

Yukhei is one of the few hybrids with high levels of energy and he may need to relieve his energy through physical activity or sports. Taking him to the gym will help a lot for him, and he likes the idea of you joining him during his workouts; he either becomes your personal trainer or you are his personal cheerleader

Despite his loud and energetic personality, he does have days where he seems more quiet and calm; usually this happens with some days, where he likes to sunbathe and hold you in his arms or he is sleeping for the whole day on your bed

Whenever you are out for too long, Yukhei does get restless and he is always greeting you with hugs/nuzzles whenever you arrive home; even if he was asleep, he is waking up and approaching you with a sleepy mumble of “Welcome home, I missed you.”

Overall, Yukhei is not exactly high maintenance; if you are able to keep up with his energy and attend his needs, there wouldn’t be much issues. His diet mainly consists of meat, but he can eat veggies/greens by itself without an issue! He does eat large portions and he is definitely eating the leftovers the next day

As a tiger hybrid, Yukhei likes to sleep during the day and can be very active at night; but, if you can fix his schedule, he will most likely fall asleep faster at night. For his claws, he needs to scratch things or file them since he is always afraid of hurting you 

Public outings is no problem for Yukhei! He is a social individual and he easily befriends or gains acquaintances, but he is incredibly loyal to you as he is always returning to you with love in his eyes. He can be quite protective and possessive, as he is always keeping an eye on you whether you are beside him or across the room

Yes!: Petting/Touching his tail and ears, impressing you with his physical abilities, sleeping/napping on your bed (it’s warm and smells like you), anything you cook (he still eats it if it’s not the best)

No!: You feeling down/sad (he gets worried and would try to fix it or cheer you up), long days where you are gone, losing/failing (he is trying to please you but he gets sulky when it doesn’t work)

Bonus: easily catching bugs or any critters, lots of hugs and nuzzling whenever he scratches you accidentally, surprising you with random tight hugs during the day, reminding you that he is there to protect you and proclaiming he is your personal bodyguard

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the KG masterpost, again,

hey guys who wants to read 50 paragraphs about my oc ok great here we go

the original version of this was very.. me cutting out a lot of What The Characters Actually Were Like to try and give an overview of out-of-character origins? which is fun but also does not actually tell you anything at all about them. SO IT'S TIME FOR THAT NOW

Katie G.:

aka: KG, Prime pronouns: she/he/they

a cheerful and intentionally wacky person, KG has the permanent vibes of being "up to something". never anything malevolent (or at least not on purpose), but their friends are never really sure when they'll kick down their doors with an idea in mind. she's adaptable to just about every situation, treats everything like a fun game, and while she's able to take things seriously she never really sees a need to most of the time. he's just here to have fun! sure, chaos follows in his wake, but as long as everyone's having a good time it's fine, right?

in a setting where worldhopping was a normal thing, it became clear that something was up with Katie. originally her tendency to pop up regardless of universe was written off as her tagging along, but the difference between each version in appearance and backstory led to the idea that they had a lot of counterparts. except then one of the alternate KGs would reference something another version of herself did, or have knowledge that didn't make sense for her to know, and things stopped adding up.

KG is a case of isekai gone sideways. somehow they broke the multiverse and are existing in several universes at once-- each iteration shares awareness and memory unless stated otherwise, although it's all filtered through the pile of noise that is "existing as 17+ people simultaneously". as a result, KG mixes up names, dates, and universes, and has trouble keeping her story straight. it's not exactly something they can explain easily, so he does his best to handwave it or dodge the topic entirely if people start catching on. as an upside, she's basically immortal due to her status as a multiversal anomaly, but on the downside nobody's really sure what the long-lasting events of breaking the multiverse are.

how this works in practice is that KG has Really Weird Vibes, is permanently leaning on the fourth wall, and either goes Full Protagonist or relegates themself to comic relief to stay out of the spotlight. as a side-effect of The Incident, the "original" KG is firmly stuck outside of canon because of breaking everything she touches, but that doesn't stop her from causing a mess (to the annoyance of T1, her best friend and partner-in-crime) :D

under the cut: more of this guy! specifically the ~16ish other This Guys. i will make tumblr regret letting me add more than 10 photos per post and also not having a character limit

Landia:

aka: Kaylandia, Lan pronouns: they/he/she

kinda the basis for their own subset of AUs because you would not believe how many minecraft aus we keep getting involved in. occasionally younger (or older?) sibling of Leonaut and/or Leontids, resident self-proclaimed memelord, here to have a good time not a long one, etc.

despite their immaturity, Landia's been around a pretty long time. ..sort of. he predates the existence of dogs, but didn't really start being a Thing again until around 1.15 and his memory of The Before Times is very fuzzy. still, in a fandom where players from near the start are considered old gods, applying that to this doofus is really funny.

has a couple spinoffs including Dashtwo (time traveler that's more likely to mess things up than actually fix them, got adopted by the resident polycule) and...

Outlaw:

aka: Landia, Lan pronouns: they/he

(minecraft skin is a bit out of date, outfit in artwork is accurate)

branches off of Landia, but is separate enough at this point to get a fully distinct entry because [looks at notes] i love him. hailing from the far future, Lan used to be an infobroker for the ConVex thanks to their multiversal knowledge. then things went south when the ConVex found out he knew too much about them. on the run and in a panic, they tried to get off-planet as fast as possible, got knocked out, and woke up in the cargo hold of a spaceship belonging to a fleet of outlaws. somehow they managed to endear themself enough to the captain to not get kicked out immediately, and now he's a pilot for one of the ships in the fleet!

somehow none of that is the most notable thing about him. what is the most notable thing about him is that after getting a neural implant to better interface with technology, he immediately got infected with sapient malware. and also that sapient malware is also the AI of the ship he woke up on, which itself is a fork of a brain scan of a wanted criminal that attained digital immortality. the Broker AI is actually rather harmless; they mostly sit in the backseat and try to keep Lan from getting themself killed.

he's somehow even more overenthusiastic and overeager than your baseline KG. he's living like full-throttle, usually traumatizing himself in the process, and his plucky attitude is a bit out of place in life-threatening gunfights and dogfights. he knows the rest of 77-2 has his back, though.

Twone:

pronouns: they/he/she (alternating/scrambled)

cringefail pokemon trainer

hailing from Goldenrod City in Johto and then also Jubilife City in Sinnoh due to Reasons, Twone has a tendency to get in over their head. he mainly trains electric and fire types (with her starter being Eclipse the Luxray), and proudly calls themself a gym leader despite not having a gym. or any badges to give out. but she has plenty of enthusiasm and that's almost the same thing

through a series of Currently Undefined Events, Twone ended up joining up with Team Rocket and assisted in the radio tower takeover before getting sorely beaten by our other Pokemon OC Robyn. embarrassed and reconsidering her life choices, they bailed out while they still could and settled down in Sinnoh... and also stole a bunch of Rocket stuff on their way out.

currently known for: disappearing into the jungle for 3 days with a friend and returning with 3 Mews and a Mewtwo, alchemizing a bicycle, agreeing to get murdered by one of his best friends on the condition that they reference The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, getting exploded by voltorbs

technically newest addition to the roster, but he's been around a while? there was just. no art of him and the comic he was planned to show up in self-destructed before he could. but now he's back! and also is now the missing link between KG and Landia because of pixelmon.

KG the Foxcat:

aka: Foxcat pronouns: she/they

Foxcat answers the long-awaited question of "what if KG was a furry?". happily sitting in the same zone of non-canonicity as Prime, Foxcat's job is to annoy the heck out of T1, reminisce about old fanfic, and make sprite comics of herself and her friends. they are very much not part of CV but that doesn't stop them from having a noncanon friendship with CVTails that mostly involves bullying him and locking him in the same room as T1 for comedy purposes.

Foxcat is currently the only non-hedgehog example of an Outsider, which is a thing from our old Sonic continuity Shattered Worlds that basically translates to "worldhopper with weird powers". i guess if Shadowy is Mephiles and Chrome is Silver, then Foxcat is Tails? which makes her hobby of collecting AU Tailses make more sense i guess. she thinks they're neat.

would eat a Chaos Emerald for fun.

Ellis:

pronouns: she/he

didn't make the cut in the original masterpost, but then i noticed some wording in one of the MSPaint doodles of her and connected some dots so she's here now!

Ellis is the closest to pre-incident Prime in backstory and vibe, with the major divergence point being "suddenly there was an alien invasion". despite the rampant devastation, he banded together with her friends and was able to uncover the truth behind the invasion, stop it at the source, and hopped worlds a few times until settling down in somewhere close to home.

and then suddenly there was a zombie invasion.

Ellis is not a lucky person.

as far as out-of-universe timeline goes, Ellis is maybe the first instance of a KG? as in i think she was my first self-insert character, and the other KL era ones (kh!Katie, Plus, Self) were variations on her. between that and the worldhopping, Ellis is probably whatever part of Prime successfully got isekai'd instead of getting dumped in the noncanon void. where is he now? i dunno! he might've exploded. either that or she's a cryptid.

nicknamed "Ellis" because of that one time the friendgroup got really into Left 4 Dead. this may be related to the zombie invasion thing.

Katie & Teixak:

aka: Heart (Katie), Tei (teixak) pronouns: she/her (both)

them. hoo boy, these two. Heart regularly hung out with the OCs from the KL era and was mostly slapstick, up until Sora's appearance and the involvement of the remnants of Organization XIII ended up being a herald of a Heartless invasion. side-by-side with her friend, Heart fought off as many as she could, but the two of them got overwhelmed along with the rest of her world and became Nobodies.

picking up where Katie left off, Teixak got recruited into the New Organization led by Rasemtix with the goal of "okay but what if we Did actually get everybody's hearts back". mostly she got left to her own devices, though, which included taking the mission objective of "study the canon KH characters to get an upper hand" and turning it into "hey Leixand what if we just locked everybody in a mansion for a few months and played truth or dare" until Rasemtix found out and yelled at her.

eventually Rasemtix's plan went off without a hitch because Dream Drop Distance hadn't come out yet, Teixak became Katie again except for the final chapter of YAToD where they both existed at the same time???, and then a decade later i found all my old fanfic about them and realized i should probably rewrite the KG masterpost

Kay Gee:

aka: Kay pronouns: they/them

older sibling of local overworked CCC field agent Leo Naught, Kay is a troublemaker through and through. somehow they've ended up with the same Retry power as Henry, although they haven't quite ascended to the rank of master thief or high-ranking Toppat or special ops agent or whatever. mostly they just goof off and cause a little bit of chaos here and there, which leads to them being on the run from the CCC most of the time.

thanks to basically being immortal from both "being a KG" and their Retry power, as well as outright being able to rewind time and take a different path at any time, Kay doesn't take stuff too seriously and needs to be reminded now and then that their actions do in fact have consequences. whoops!

they are in SO much trouble.

comes bundled with their Stickmolus counterpart, a!Kay (or Akay). they're the exact same, it's just this one has inbuilt psychic powers on top of Retry and also is a fuzzy alien.

Zephyr:

aka: Zeff pronouns: she/her

a novice Dream Traveler, Zephyr is along for the ride more than anything else. she's very naive and prone to messing things up, but puts her all into fixing any problems she causes and tries to leave each world a better place than when she showed up. it doesn't always work.

she crosses paths with Klonoa now and then, and they have a kinda-sibling-ish dynamic? she's also friends with the reincarnated King of Sorrow because Reasons. (she calls them "Koss".)

i don't remember why she has four ears. i don't think it was ever explained. when she was younger / first starting out she hid them under her bandana but then she got self confidence about it. she also either has her own Wind Ring or borrows Klonoa's, i don't remember which - i think originally she borrowed Klonoa's, but then got her own later on?

stop everything. klonoa, get the banana

kaoticGenome:

aka: Katie A., kG pronouns: she/her

(image on right is Very old)

remember when homestuck? yeah. part of a 4-player (later 6-player) fan session from 2011ish, and while she wasn't quite the voice of reason she was definitely the voice of "WHAT THE FUCK?". originally her actual initials were KG and not just her chumhandle, but after finding out about her session's ectobiology she decided to break the mold and took her ecto-dad's last name.

her ecto-dad is also a First Guardian, a late-arrival session member, and the son of Ninten from Earthbound. i didn't process the implications of that last part until 10 years later.

originally she was the Scribe of Dawn in the Land of Ruins and Twilight, but she'd probably be a Heir of Heart now when using the canon classpects because [gestures at this entire masterpost]. her weapon of choice was bladekind i think, and eventually she ended up with a kusarigama But With A Sword and somehow didn't kill herself with it.

was like the only KL-era KG that wasn’t interchangeable with the others but HAHA NOT FOR LONG! although i think her reaction to being a crucial part of KGverse would be to turn around and leave. see you space weeb, have fun playing okami

Karami:

aka: karelessGuitarist, kG (the other one) pronouns: she/her

the troll version of Katie A., sort of! ish! they're both KGs and are a rare instance of there being more than one KG in the same setting, but they're still kinda from different universes so eh. i don't think they ever met.

in the previous version of the masterpost i described her as "the sequel to Nepeta" and that's still accurate. i don't have much documentation on her but i think her deal was that she would just beat the absolute shit out of people that were mean to her matesprit online. imagine you're blogging and a catgirl crawls through your window to punch you in the face

she didn't get much use but did cameo in a MSPFA as a cute kitty alien! (she's the one on the far left :D)

Plus & Minus:

aka: Katie R., the Ride System pronouns: she/her (both), they/them (plural)

a resident of Echo Ridge and rather withdrawn, Katie R. struggled with identity and finding a place to belong. despite making friends and having the whole world open up in front of her, finding out about the extended multiverse only made her struggle harder to find somewhere to fit in, and this rising stress (along with the chaos of being one of the first KGs) caused her to buckle under the pressure.

this got the attention of the FM-ian Gemini. now with the ability to wavechange into Gemini Spark, the two Katies scuffled over choosing to be heroes or be villains. Plus wanted to use her new powers to fight evil and help her friends, while Minus was teenage angst and trauma personified and would sabotage Plus at every turn. this led to Gemini Spark being more of a hindrance than anything else, especially once the Andromeda Key came into play.

these two are terrible plural rep. but they also ended up being a stepping stone to figuring out my plurality! so they have one (1) rights.

two of them thursday

Adagio:

aka: Katie Adagio pronouns: she/her

originally a percy jackson OC, now is... i don't know??? generic urban fantasy? in the PJatO incarnation she was a daughter of Apollo and got cursed to be a cat after royally screwing up a quest (it never fully wore off). on the plus side, she now has catlike reflexes on top of her demigod powers of incredible aim!

also she a cane (not pictured) because apparently she got mauled by a hellhound and has a permanent limp as a result and i did not remember this until looking up the deviantart posts Just Now? what the heck. she also has a mechanical wolf as a companion, which you'd think would set off the hellhound-induced dog phobia that's mentioned several times in her old bio but.. eh...?

her non-fandom incarnation, on the other hand, got caught in a gateway between the human and magical worlds which gave her a) truesight b) cool glowy magical tattoos and c) being a catgirl. the "being a catgirl" is a constant.

might've graduated from being a KG but i like including her anyway because her design's fun and it's not like i ever wrote the urban fantasy story she was gonna be the protag of

Self:

aka: SI pronouns: she/her

second instance of a KG after Ellis, and out-of-character she's one of the reasons why the "multiversal anomaly" thing started in the first place because she was interchangeable with Heart, Plus, and Ellis. she just straight up doesn't bother making a distinction between herself and her "other selves", and everybody around her just kinda has to deal with it. it helps that she's from the KL era so worldhopping and AUs were just kinda a thing that happened all the time.

she kinda ended up being part of a trio with two other characters that would show up in other timelines, although Self's universe was the main one where all three of them were together i think.

her Personas are Nekomata and Byakko and i honestly don't remember anything else about her compared to the other KGs from her era because of the whole "being interchangeable" thing.

ok that's everybody. bye

#leo chirps #ica.txt #leos ocs #oc: KG #ITS DONE HOLY CRAP #hi here is everything you need to know about the KGs and Way More Than That #i cant believe i originally left out ellis. mostly bc ellis got folded into prime for a bit there #but it makes more sense for them to be separate instances bc of prime's gimmick of Being Canonically Noncanon #uhhh remember to like and subscribe [blows up]

[hamsamwich23]

Twenty ref

Tw for: electrocution, heavy injuries, heavy scars, implied experiments/dissection, burns. If I forget anything please let me know

I was gonna make Daisy's ref first, however I really like my oc, and, although I wanted to be careful due to certain people trying to copy off of him (and if they copy off of anything here I'll have evidence) I also feel I should be able to show him to you all. So without further speaking, let's begin

Twenty (formerly Zimaki of dimension 2020) is a sixteen year old hybrid who was experimented on from the beginning of his existance. His dimension was destroyed when he was thirteen and has been living on Earth 100.5 for almost 3 years. He lives with his sister Kai (who's owned by my friend Kido!!)

Twenty's own appearance isn't actually caused by the curse, not fully at least. It's a result of what experiments were done on him. Which was mainly the empire combining his DNA with an extinct species (which I am still working on)

this is from my friend @we-dont-talk-about-kido-nonono :] (their old tumblr is here, I gotta link their new acc)

A more recent image of Twenty's face with the four eyes done by @/elysiblu (and another few images from the same person :] )

This was something I commissioned someone for!! By @/goldenkingyo !!!!

Body reference for Twenty:

Head + Neck:

Twenty's hair is REAL, unlike Zims which is very obviously a wig. It started growing when he was about seven. And it is, very fluffy

Twenty is supposed to have four eyes. The two he's originally drawn with here (that's on me because I'm inconsistent with design but what I'm typing ARE the final designs. I'm done with changing Twenty's around too). His two first eyes look humanish, with pink iris's. The two eyes below his are supposed to be much smaller than his original eyes. With red iris's and the sclera being black.

His right eyes are shown to have a burn mark around them, followed by a scar on the first eye (the original one)

There's also the scar on the side of his face as shown as well.

There's also a scar that goes all around his neck (left their by an shock collar that was used during physical based experiments)

The nose doesn't actually look like a nose, as seen here. Not too much anyways

The antennas are fuzzy and have a slighter hint of pink on the tips

His teeth are sharp, sharper than irkens zipper teeth

The tongue literally looks like a worm:

Like I can't make that up, literally.

Arms + hands:

Woah mate this dude has four arms!!! But the bottom pair of arms is optional and retractable

The hands and arms have this design on them, that reach up to his elbows (I literally pulled these from Pinterest, I have no idea WHAT that first one leads too I just hope it isn't smut/lh)

His arms are covered in scars, which are usually wrapped in bandages if he isn't wearing his signature hoodie (his new one, he has to give the old one to Scout since it wasn't for someone with four arms. So now they have Anti-Irken hoodies to match each other :])

The scars on his arms glow and are, strangely, all capable of glowing different colors. It's a faint glow that's only noticable during night in dark areas.

His hands all only have three fingers on them. And they're all clawed, as shown

There are also scars all over his hands. Which is why he wears the fingerless gloves. But there are also scars on his fingers as well (he loves feeling the texture of certain things, so he likes to have his fingers unhidden)

Body/torso:

Twenty's body type is at a healthier level, due to him occasionally working out whenever he wishes to (he has a gym membership and enjoys physical activities...when it's not part of an experiment), he's definitely not into sports though, nor is he super muscular. He's actually slim but with some muscle.

He is 5'5, four inches taller than Scout.

His entire body is covered in autospy scars, burns, and stitch scars from his experiences in labs with scientists. Luckily these are all decently healing. Although the burns might be more recent, due to the rainwater being toxic to his species, and being able to burn his skin

He has tattoos!!! Provided by Nick. So far he has one on his chest (where his "heart" is), that is a symbol for himself and Scout. And there is another one on his right shoulder for the Anti-Irken/rebellion symbol. There's another one that's on the left side of his stomach that's his own reminder of his mother figure from dimension 2020 (aka, Tallest Miyuki), and it's a picture of her face with the words "Rest In Peace' besides it.

He has a PAK, which is a storage tool, a weapon kit, and a lifeline all at once. The basic concept with the lifeline being "an irken only has ten minutes left before they die and the pak has to find a new host", as the pak is TECHNICALLY the brain of the irken. And once the host body dies it will seek out another. so they die, but they don't die at the same time.

(theoretically, Twenty can live without the pak. But he doesn't wish to test that theory out at the moment)

A PAK looks like this, except Twenty's is a bit bigger, due to him being taller than canon. And the circles are more of a brighter pink. With the top light being black

Twenty does NOT have sex organs (no nips, or reproductive organs. Or an ass), in all seriousness. His species is asexual and creates offsprings via cloning blood and DNA.

He also has a tail!!! Again as seen. The tail is all black, but the end of it has a red tip. It's quite soft.

Legs:

He does not have robotic limbs. His legs are very much real

His thighs, legs and feet are all covered In scars, and small burns.

His legs also have a similar pattern to what's on his arms. It starts at the feet and goes up to below his knees. The scars on there also glow different colors

The feet only have two toes and they're clawed. And somehow they aid to help him hang from high up places (aka the fucking ceiling, at three am for no fucking reason other than to terrify any poor individual who is also awake)

Preferred outfits:

Twenty's default outfit is just a Zip up hoodie (made for people with four arms) with a shirt underneath, a pair of black shorts and a pair of combat boots. Along with dark grey fingerless gloves. The back of the hoodie has the Anti-Irken symbol in pink.

He is also quite fashionable and enjoys wearing a lot of alt sort of fashions (admittedly enjoys the "e-boy' or emo aesthetic as well). And also just enjoys casual things. He isn't very picky about clothing (unless it's too bright for his taste. He doesn't like wearing certain colors)

Random facts dump!!

He is an incredible cook

He eats bugs and spiders

He's quite good at video games AND card battle games (like a certain card game series included here)

He knows how to drive a car (it's a lot easier than driving a space cruiser, he's found

He also loves sweet things

Unlike irkens he CAN eat meat.

He's also the one who made the puppets robotic legs (as he's had experience with advanced tech)

He also makes inventions that can make people's lives more convenient (however he has not shared this to the public)

His blood is hot pink

He's TRANS (ftm)

I apologize if this seems more rushed than before, I've been a bit sick today but I really wanted to get this done!! If there's anything that needs fixing I will come back to it. Thank you so much for looking!

(I also give anyone permission to draw him....but if anyone sees any questionable fanart of him being released, especially on my birthday it is VITAL that you let me know immediately)

Edited: this is what I imagine what the anti irken symbol would look like (except it's not horribly edited like this)

#DO NOT TAG AS IN///VADE///R Z/IM #i dont wish to associate him with the fandom rn #important #shut up sam #hello puppets #technically #i associate him more with the hello puppets fandom #crossover au #crossover oc #dimension 2020 #unreality au #unreality #reference

[moviemunchies]

I was almost sure I already had a Detective Pikachu review, but I can’t find it in my drive, so here we are.

When Detective Pikachu was announced, a lot of us were skeptical. Yeah, plenty of people wanted a live-action Pokémon movie when we were kids, but it didn’t seem like something realistic, and out of Detective Pikachu, a side game barely anyone had heard of? And Ryan Reynolds is voicing Pikachu?! Yeah, no, this is probably going to flop.

Except the first trailer dropped, and immediately we were like, “Wait a minute. This actually looks good, or at the very least plenty of fun. What the heck?”

Tim wanted to be a Pokémon trainer when he was a kid, but he grew up to be an insurance agent. But when his estranged father, a detective in Ryme City (a place where Pokémon and humans live side by side and there are no Pokémon battles), goes missing and is presumed dead, Tim goes to Ryme City to go through his father’s things. What he finds instead is his father’s Pikachu, which he (and only he) can understand, though Pikachu has no memory of what happened. 

So Tim, a young man with little Pokemon skills, and Pikachu, an aspiring detective, have to solve the mystery of what happened to Tim’s father, while avoiding a sinister conspiracy that threatens both humans and Pokemon.

This movie is loads of fun! I didn’t think that live-action Pokémon would really work, and yet it does? They manage to give realistic textures for entirely fictional anime creatures! That’s pretty darn impressive, in my book. I remember that some people were apparently bothered by the fact that Pikachu in this movie is fluffy, and apparently didn’t realize that he had fur in the anime, too; those people can shut up, because fuzzy Pikachu is adorable and looks fantastic, as do the other Pokémon in this movie.

Ryan Reynolds is also a surprisingly good voice as Pikachu? This casting announcement felt very weird to me, but it works. A lot of his lines are supposedly improvised, and they land pretty well, for the most part. There are a couple of jokes that don’t work; for instance, at one point Pikachu makes a joke about climate change denial during an earthquake, which doesn’t really make a lot of sense.

Justice Smith does a fantastic job here. Okay, yeah, his character’s not too complex, but he’s funny, he’s likable, and he does well with what  he’s given. When you factor in that he’s acting off of a CGI character, and that they didn’t even have a ball on a stick placeholder for him in many of those scenes? He does amazing.

There are some who have said that the events of this movie prove that its canon with the original anime. But I have my doubts–certain events are vaguely referred to, which could be references to either the anime or the games. At best we can infer that SOME events happened in the backstory similarly to the anime, but that’s about it. I’m also confused about random references to other countries, because I assumed Pokémon occurred in a world completely different from our own. Maybe I was wrong in that assumption.

If you like Pokémon, you’ll think this movie is awesome. Maybe you’ll be a little disappointed in that you wanted a greater variety of Pokémon to appear, but I think other than that you’ll be fine. There are still an astounding amount of Pokémon that appear in the movie, and they all look pretty good. The movie proved that a live-action Pokémon movie could actually work, which I didn’t think it would.

#Movie Munchies #Detective Pikachu #Pokémon