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ayuen · 3 years

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Gnostic Chorus - theory time!

Not really, just something that bothered me for a long time. From the first moment I saw this one story it did not left my mind and sometimes new information we get fit... so I decided to have a little fun and write down my own thoughts on it. And since we have little to no information about Kaeya... about that a little later, well, let’s treat it like my little headcannon that may turn out not true but is so fun, so here we go :D

Also some spoliers? about newest Archon quest I guess? it may turn out long, I’m just in a mood for it, so you have been warned.

So the story starts with this glorious kingdom, established among the heavens:

Khaenri'ah was like Dain said:

He says nothing about them being underground.

And well, they didn’t have a god, so these words can be understood differently, like Khaenri'ah being among kingdoms in a heaven in garden of gods.

Next we have this line about a crowned heir, will come back to her later.

She was tasked to search for the genesis pearl...(genesis makes me think about creation - so here another idea for a possibility like remember Khemia? maybe she was meant to find it, but somehow forgot who she was? And stayed as a ruler of Khaenri'ah? well, let’s leave it for another time) from the kingdom of darkness.

So lets’ stop here. There is this theory that Teyvat is upside down.

Which could mean that what we consider top is actually bottom. So if the lore in the books talks about Khaenri'ah as an underground kingdom maybe it’s just misinformation? Maybe not but if we take into consideration how recent Kaeya’s love poem isn’t without a doubt translatable, truly who can trust in everything that’s written about historical events in the pieces in the game? But if it was in fact turned upside down... also this quest and the theory of a fake sky? From The Crisis Deepens. This would be too much to write about it, also I read all about it, bc I wasn’t playing the game at the time so yeah, it’s on youtube in any case.

So from newest Archon quest we have this:

I know it doesn’t say out right that there is someone above our sibling leading Abyss but whatever Paimon says something, it is relevant so we can take it into consideration. Will come back to it in a moment as well.

And here comes Childe, Tartaglia, I don’t have him so here a part of his story: (And why did I bring Childe?) Well, first we have his story where it’s said that he learned how to fight from a woman in the abyss:

Story 4

“That 14-year-old boy got lost in the snowy forest.

Pursued by bears and wolf packs, he lost his footing and fell into a bottomless crack in the earth's surface.

There, he witnessed the endless possibilities of another ancient world. There, he would meet a mysterious swordswoman...

Or perhaps one should say that this dark realm had sensed the burning ambition in this boy's heart.”

“In those three months, the swordswoman taught Tartaglia how to pass through the Abyss unhindered, and more importantly, nurtured the ability to stir up endless havoc from within Ajax's trouble-mongering nature.”

Also a really nice post on reddit about his transformation.

https://www.reddit.com/r/childemains/comments/m9nbei/reasons_behind_the_appearance_similarities/

Also there’s another one:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Impact/comments/mt8l3i/at_young_age_childe_had_fallen_into_abyssal_and/

For those who prefer to see it all in one post. And in the story line our sibling who leads Abyss is Lumine, it does not fit her fighting style. even before coming to Teyvat she was using a sword, so her style wouldn��t change much, even after traveling through every nation.

So I’m assuming it’s another person who is higher than Lumine in a hierarchy in the Abyss. So remember this Crowned Heir that was supposed to find the Genesis Pearl? What if she did in fact ended up in the Abyss, she believed to be a queen of the darkness.

Which would also explain why our sibling is not called queen, but princess:

We don’t know how she may ended up in there, but we also know that The Abyss equals ppl from Khaenri'ah. Than why Dain is against Abyss order?

Like who laid this curse upon him? Not Gods I think, so maybe the queen of the abyss? Since abyss mages fear her more than they fear painful interrogation...

Also The Abyss order and Dain are on different sides. Why? We don’t know what happened there for sure.

There are also theories (also on youtube) about the cycle and the truth of the word. What if the Genesis pearl is just a knowledge of this word? What if this crowned heir figured it out? And decided to destroy Celestia? And forgot about her orgins, forgot Khaenri'ah? What if what Abyss is trying to do have really not much to do with revenge for for destroying Khaenri'ah but for all the destruction that Celestia did? What if Dain is on other side because he doesn’t need to fight this order? He doesn’t like gods for what happend to Khaenri'ah but we don’t see him rushing to harm them either. But that’s topic for another occasion.

Coming back to this “theory”.

The second crowned heir taken on the path where the first have stumbled.

Here also why I think it’s not about our siblings. We don’t know from where they come from, true. We know they were traveling together, maybe they where searching for something? Maybe they are royals? Now we know nothing about it. We know that:

I’m not putting the whole exchange here but from this we know that our sibling was not send by someone to find something our sibling failed to do. We don’t know what is this destiny Lumine/Aether talks about.

From the Gnostic Chorus we know this about first crowned heir:

But as we see in the newest Archon quest, it’s from Aether being on the side of the Abyss because I play Lumine.

He/Lumine didn’t forget who they are. From this we can see they also searched for their new home, maybe their last one was destroyed too? Maybe that’s why Lumine sides with people from Khaenri'ah?

But anyway...

Who in the story have a task to do? Who was send with a clear mission we know nothing about? Who is a person about which we actually know less than about Dain?

Yeah, Kaeya.

We know his father abandoned him at Down Winery with a mission of being their “Last hope” (I will be not posting pictures here about it, this post is long enough). There is a lot of theories about him being a prince or some royal since theories about Dain being a sword are confirmed (see theories about Alberich) not to mention the names of his talents that led us to this conclusion long ago.

For for sake of this theory let’s say that Kaeya is a prince send to find Genesis Pearl. Wouldn’t it fit that he makes friends with criminals? Who is better for a information network?

Not to mention, he told the truth to Diluc, if he was a treat wouldn’t he kill him? or at last told about him to others? Diluc was respected at the time, who wouldn’t believe him?

So maybe his goal is not to destroy Mondstat?

I always was wondering about this one. What major decision? maybe I’m thinking here too much from experience, maybe it’s not common approach... but his father left him in unknown land, with strangers. With a mission on his shoulders. And Mond gave him a loving family, Crepus, Diluc other ppl who love him, as it is stated on official side of Genshin Impact.

Why would it be a hard choice to choose between happiness and duty? Like I said maybe it’s not a common approach, but what does some old kingdom mean when you have a found home? Shouldn’t it mean more? Is it really that hard of a choice?

But what if he have someone to save? Someone he cares about? or loves? Who isn’t guilty but lost?

You probably can tell where I’m going now with it right?

What if he will have to save his sister? Ok, some will say Aether have to save Lumine from Abyss order but does he? Is she kept there against her will? did she forget about him or their goal? or is she just waiting for him so they can really reunite and continue their journey through words?

I know that this messes with my “theory”:

Teyvat Chapter Storyline Preview: Travail｜Genshin Impact

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAlKhARUcoY

But Dain is against Lumine? He is against the whole Abyss Order, why would be stop us from getting or sister and getting away from Tayvat for good?

The thing that doesn’t fit is that he seems to be talking to Aether here with “You who set foot into this word. Your journey has reached it’s end but one final doorway remains.” And yeah, Aether is travelling, prob the reason why most of NPC call us Traveler instead of using our name. But it can be taken about kaeya as well, if we consider the fact that he come from Khaenri'ah and now he is in Tayvat, which is not considered to be a part of Tayvat.

Ok, it’s longer than I thought... and I still wanted to put her more but oh well.

#Kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin #genshin impact #theory #Kaeya theory #spoilers???#it's my rumbling #will make Kaeya facts part two soon #I just used all my brain power on this

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qhazomb · 3 years

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I keep pinballing between monster Gordon designs in my head, and the most common contenders have been and owlbeast form like from The Owl House (bc him fluffy), that one humanoid design where his hair is super long and floaty and full of eyes, or a spiky dragon with near geometric scale spikes (bc the irony that his monster form is all sharp and pointy but his human form and personality are so soft and cuddly)

Bubby is usually the fire type of the group, so i always imagine monster Gordon with magma or plasma? Plasma maybe better, fits a celestial theme.

ooooh, that’s neat! i like the idea of monster gordon with plasma and lightning powers might have to incorporate that with the one i’m picturing. imagine electricity arching between his mane tendrils and whiskers and stuff, which signifies that something is about to get plasma breath’d also OOPS THIS PROMPTED ME TO SHARE A LOT OF THOUGHTS SO THIS GOT LONG, putting the rest under a read more ha ha

another thing about the monster gordon au i’ve been thinking about is that he’s not a straight-up cosmic entity like i picture benrey being, but more of just an alien from another dimension, like the critters from xen (he’s not from xen, though. whole ‘nother place entirely!) in this au, i still have gordon and benrey having known eachother as children, only this time gordon was the lil monster kid living in the woods, of course. and also, kid benrey actually saw his monster friend get carted off by black mesa! he saw the company’s logo on a vehicle or equipment or something, and never forgot it. benrey and his folks move to new mexico when he’s like, 13, and ends up befriending their new neighbor- a twenty-something guy named tommy. eventually, benrey learns that tommy’s working for this lab called black mesa, and when he sees the place’s logo he’s just !!!!!! and immediately decides he needs to try and get in that place. he doesn’t know shit or fuck about science, so trying to get a scientist job there is out. but maybe they’re hiring for like, a janitorial or security position? he’s pretty fit, and knows how to mop a floor and shoot a gun. so he goes for that. gordon still completely forgets his human childhood friend, though, awww. though that might be partially blamed on some of the experiments conducted on him. speaking of his time as a research specimen, he actually had it a tiny bit better than benrey did. didn’t take until he was in his teens before a much more caring scientist showed up to make sure he had good mental, emotional, and physical enrichment. and instead of that scientist being tommy, like for benrey... for gordon, it’s coomer. dad coomer momence :) they find gordon much more willing to cooperate after he imprints on coomer, too. and also take note of how active his curiosity is, with the alien asking so many questions and looking for so many answers for about how things work, especially when he hits his teens. somewhere along the line, some ‘mesa higher ups decide to let this xenoguy indulge his apparently scientific mind, and give him a job (he’s still required to check in for tests on himself, and not allowed to leave the facility, though). even tho he’s not an eldritch horror, he’s still got shape-shifting powers, and takes on a human form, both because all the spaces he’d work in were made with humans in mind, and to reduce the number of weird looks from literally everyone outside of sector E. and because he looked human, benrey didn’t recognize gordon at all, but also couldn’t shake this weird vibe he was getting from him. vibe increases after he sees this guy heading to do a dangerous test without one of the fancy hazard suits (being near-indestructable, he doesn’t need one). just before they get to where the test chamber is, and benrey asks him again why he doesn’t have a HEV suit if he’s really supposed to be here, gordon yells “BECAUSE I’M NOT FUCKING HUMAN, OKAY?? Now will you PLEASE let me go do my fucking job, I’m running so god damn late, christ...” the “not human” part is emphasized by gordon briefly showing a glimpse of his true form. which benrey instantly recognizes. ...aaaand then feels bad about the “i need to make sure you’re nice or not, everybody here’s afraid of you” thing. in this case, some of the other employees in sector C were afraid of gordon, as they knew what he was. benrey was a new hire and didn’t (obviously) and didn’t get why some of the scientists and guards were acting nervous around this seemingly friendly (if short-tempered) guy. but now he does. as well as why gordon looked a little self-conscious about it when benrey brought it up. whoops. even though monster!gordon doesn’t wear a HEV suit, he still has trackers that the military use to hunt the science team down. the trackers are just, y’know, in him. and unfortunately, nobody on the team knows exactly where they were stuck in him, and he doesn’t wanna just go clawing himself open everywhere to find the damn things. so the betrayal still happens, though benrey is def not feeling it as much, cause like, he JUST found his old alien friend and was gonna bust him out!! which obviously he can’t do if the fuckin’ military gets a hold of him. but then, he also can’t bust gordon out if he himself gets killed by the military... so turning gordon in is the lesser of two evils. turn him in now, and then try to free him again later. that’s the plan. of course, the bootboys ambushing gordon aren’t at all prepared. they weren’t properly informed on everything about gordon, and for about this whole time, gordon’s been taking on a human form. said form being considerably smaller than his true one. gordon does not black out and get tossed in (the wrong part of) a trash compactor. he does still get pissed at bubby and benrey, though. but this time, he forgives benrey first, as the guy gets way, WAY more emotional over this all than gordon’s ever seen from him. showing off a ton of genuine guilt and regret over it, and also explains why he did it right away (even tho gordon’s still convinced he and benrey never met until the test). bubby mostly just seems scared shitless, oops. but gordo does forgive him before it’s all said and done. they still run into coomer clones and less-than-stable bubby prototypes (which are now just clones as well because reasons). bubby’s not a genetically engineered perfect organism, but a regular/realistic ‘test-tube baby.’ he’s still got a bionic heart, though. coomer’s still a cyborg, too, but not really a super-powered one. his robotic limbs are just advanced in that they’re as dexterous as his old natural limbs, and have artificial touch receptors. they’re also made out of materials that are sturdy as all fuck. they’re just a couple of dudes, as far as physical abilities go. their clones, however? still very fucked up. possibly a little bit more fucked up. this au is also another “not a game” one, and there’s a different reason for why coomer’s clones seem to have a weird connection with gordon/gordon’s brain. bubby’s do, too. those clones aren’t just clones, but also results of genetic splicing experiments. i’ll let you guess where the other non-coomer/bubby genes that were spliced in came from. go on. guess. i haven’t thought about what happens when they get to xen too much. probably just that they fight the nihilanth, since i headcanon that it was indeed still the cause of the xen portals, but benrey ate it to steal its sick boss arena. gordon however wouldn’t do that, as he doesn’t get pissed at any of the team to, y’know, wanna go final boss on them. still gotta be the big hero man (even when he’s not technically a ‘man’). after they get back from xen, tommy prob manages to convince his dad to convince his employers to NOT lock gordon up in a lab again, as it would both mean a lot to his best friend benrey (who is like a little brother to him), and because he’s become fast friends with gordon himself and thus cares about him. i’m also trying to decide if i still want mr. coolatta to be an eldritch being or make him human, too. kinda leaning towards letting him stay non-human, though this time tommy doesn’t have any of the ‘buffs’ i say his adoptive dad gives him in my other not-a-game aus. aaaand that’s all the thoughts i’ve had on this thus far!

#monster gordon #Anonymous

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aliasimagines · 4 years

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Melted Hearts

Jason Todd(Titans) x f!reader with ice powers

Requested by @im-hqlover

Hii! I've been thinking a lot and came to a conclusion for my request. I wish you could do a headcanon or imagine (which one do you think is best) about a Jason Todd (could be from the Titans) x fem reader (could you do with the personality of my old requests, please?) she is a training superhero (like robin with batman) where she would have ice/snow powers (who will she be apprentice I will leave your choice :3). The situation would be: How did they meet? First thoughts? Friendship? Dating? oh, and I forgot to say that she is two years younger than him and that she is kind of short. I hope you do not mind... btw, i can't wait

A/N: IT IS FINALLY HERE!!! I made the reader the apprentice of Wonder Woman. Reader lives with Diana so she can train her. Diana is reader's 'aunt' in civil. Also this doesn’t realy fit into any timline so it’s kind of an au. This is supe long and probably full of typos but it’s 3 am an I just really wanted to post it. There is fluff in it and a bit of angst too. Anyway I really hope you will enjoy it and thank you for being patient with me for my super slow writing.

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his well tailored suit. He stood with his back against the wall. He looked around with slight disgust and annoyence.He watched as Gothams richest people chatted with expensive drinks in their hands. This is not how he imagined his friday evening yet here he was. Bruce didn’t even wanted to hear about Jason staying in his room in order to avoid this event. Even if Jason promised not to blast his musicals too loud.

He sighed pulling his fingers through his hair. Bruce didn’t say anything about being sober so... Jason left his ‘hiding spot’, a relatively hidden corner to find some booze. He tried to walk normaly, not wanting to attach any eyes on himself. Just when he spotted the temporary bar at the end of the room he felt somthing, or rather someone bump into his chest. He looked down to see the a short girl with (e/c) eyes and (fav/c) dress. She immediatly started rammbeing .

“Oh...I’m so sorry...I..I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s quite alright dear” he noticed you looking over his shoulders again and again “You lookin for someone?”

You finally looked up to properly take in the person whom you just ran into.A light pink blush appeared on your cheeks looking at the handsome boy in front of you.

“I..Yeah, I actually am looking for my aunt.”

“Well let me help you. where did you last saw her?” he offered you a kind smile while straightening his shirt. You pointed to the other side of the space, at the pretty looking flowers.

“Around those plants. I went to smell them but when I turned back around she wasn’t there.”You explained and Jason nodded, hummig to himself.

“Hmm. I see. We should check the dancefloor”

The dancefloor was full of extravagantly dressded people and Jason wouldn’t necessarily go there but with this beautiful girl next to him... You shook your head unsure.

“I don’t know...My aunt is not much of a dancer.” biting your lips you tried to think where Diana coud have gone.Jason scratched the back of his head before akwadly offered his hand to you.

“But we could still dance.I mean only if you want to...”

As the blush creeped it’s way back on your face you stood there hesitantly. You don’t even know this guy....but he seemed nice. And he was hot... By the time this went down in your head your cheeks were burning one again.

“I...yeah. Sure.My aunt can wait.”You took his hand and let him lead you in the middle of the waltzing crowd.

He was a suprisingly good dancer. Well, if you think about it it wasn't that surprising. He was at this gala. His eyes met your gaze and smirked. Jason looked down at you, took tale a better look at you. You wore a really beautiful dress. You must be from some rich family to be here.

"So how do you like it here so far Miss... Damn, I'm so rude! I didn't even ask your name neither have I introduced myself. My name's Jason Todd. And who would you be my dear?"

"Y/N Y/L. It's a pleasure" you did a quick bow which made Jason laugh a little.

"The pleasure is all mine Y/N. So...?"

"Oh yeah. Well you see I didn't wanted to come but my aunt is good friends with Mr Wayne and she really wanted me to accompany her so I didn't think I would particularly enjoy this night but now I'm actually starting to like it."

His lips curler upwards once again.

"I'm happy to hear that. And let me tell you I feel the exact same thing."

You continued dancing for a good 15 minutes or so when Jason asked if you wanted to drink something. When you nodded the two of you walked over to the bar and just as you got your drink you saw a tall burbette woman walk towards you.

"Diana!!" you exclaimed and launched forward to hug her. She opened her arms.

"Y/N!! I searched for you everywhere!" she shouted in suprise. She then stepped back to look at you, making sure you were alright.

"I'm sorry, I got lost and then asked Jason here to help me find you but we started dancing and lost track of time and....."

"It's alright honey I see you were in good hands. Hi Jason!" she made a small wave at your dancing partner.

"Diana! It's always a pleasure." he nodded with a kind smile.

"Wait... Do you know each other?"

"Well yes. I told you that Bruce is my friend. And I've met his sons a few time. " Diana explained

"His son??" you turned to him shocke.

He shrugged in a 'it's not that big of a deal' way.

"Adopted"Jason said taking a sip of his drink.

"You didn't tell me!"

"We met less than 30 minutes ago"

It was your turn to shrug your shoulders and hum in agreement. "That's true."

With Diana in your presence you become more comfortable with talking. Jason was quite a good person to talk to. You soon lost track of time again and when you next looked at Diana she was talking to a dark haired man. The man turned out to be Bruce Wayne, you've got intruduced, had a small talk, he spoke a little to Jason making him roll his eyes but the man turned his attention back to your 'aunt' short after.

Jason tapped your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna get some fresh air?"

You looked at Diana but she just smiled at you over Bruce's shoulder so you noded at the boy in front of you.

He took your hand and lead you out of the crowded room. It was dark and cold outside which you found comforting. It was a clear night and if you weren't this close to the city you could have seen some stars too. He took you to the garden and following a small trail you soon arrived to a bench under a huge oak tree. You sat down, eyes still glued to the sky.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Jason gestured to the trees, the garden and all the flowers in it. “ I spend most of my time here. Well, besides my room and the gym.”

“Yeah, It is realy beautiful.” you agreed.

“Hey, aren’t you cold? Your hands are like icicles. I could give you my jacket, if you wanna.”

“No thanks. I like the cold.” you smiled

“Cool.”

“So Jason, you must tell me. What’s it like to live in a big mansion as this??”

None of your goddamn bussines- was his first thought. And he probably would have said that to anyone else but there was something about you.I mean he was just trying to flirt at te beginning but youve been talking non-stop for an hour or so since than.

“Cool. I mean it’s big as fuck so you can always sneak away in a corner to read calmy.”

To read calmly??? Really?? he thought. Why the fuck am I saying these to her?!

Jason was all about keeping his not caring, smug mask on all time and reading classic literature doesn’t fit in beetwen those lines. So he doesn’t really put it out in the open.

“I can imagine! It must be nice. You have a fireplace ,right? Curling up next to it with a good book...Ah, just thinking about it is great.”

Jason slightly raised his eyebrows in confusion as you did not mention his reading habits but soon he hid his suprise with a smirk.

“You could curl up next to me anytime, doll.”

You scoffed, trying to mask your embarrassment. Looking away you saw your favourite flower on the other side of the garden and stood up to smell them. Jason followed not long after. You two walked around in the garden for a fair amount of time before Jason lead you up a stairway. It lead to a balcony. The light breeze caught in your hair as you looked at the distant lights of Gotham City. You closed your eyes, just trying to cherish the moment. Neither of you talked, it was guiet but in a nice and comforting way. You don’t know how much time has passed but you winced a little when he spoke up, his soft spoken words bringing you back to the present.

“I liked this night, It was a relief to be around someone who is so chill. It’s rare tht i enjoy this kinda stuff.” he said looking ath the sky while leaning on the balcony railing. You felt a sense of pride, making you feel wam, You were so happy that you could make his night better.

“I did enjoy this too. You’re a good company. I don’t know what will you say but I must ask...Would you like to keep in touch?”

You really loved your time with Jason. His lips curvd up in a smirk.

“Oh believe me,doll. I konw I’m the best company. I’ll give ya my number, call me back so I’ll have yours too.”

Afer exchanging numbers you went back inside because it was actually pretty cold out there and seeing that the guest has left, leaving Alfred to clean up the mess. You two decided to help him. Diana and Bruce were talking anyway. By the time Diana grabbed your coat and announced that it’s time to get going you were exhausted so yo only nded in response. After both of you said your goodbyes you left too.

You popped yourself down on your bed but not before taking a quick shower and changing into your pj’s. Just than you saw your phone’s screen lit up. Looking t it you saw it was a messege from Jason. Curiously, you opened it.

Jason: hey just checking in to ask if you got home safley?

You: Aww thats sweet! Yeah we got home not so long ago

Jason: Cool. you should prob. go to sleep. it late.

You: yeah. Good night Jason

Jason: Night!

You woke up to th sound of your phones notification. Furiously throwing a pillow over your head you tried to slep back but your phone beeped again. Ahh why didn’t I mute it?? You rolled over to your side to mute your phone now but as you did you saw that it was Jason who decided to terrorize you at such an early hour. Turns out he sent you a random meme.

You: You woke me up for this??

You stumbled into the kitchen with your phone in hand.Diana saw you entering and greeted you with a big smile.

"Good morning Y/N! I hope your rest was peaceful. Do you want breakfast?"

With your eyes locked to the screen you didn't hear anything making Diana try again.

"Helloo, Diana to Y/N! Do you want breakfast?"

After not making any reaction at all, Diana jumped next to you an looked over your shoulder. She pulled back with a kind smile. She gently shook your arm causing you to look up.

"Oh Diana! Good morning."

She shook her heas laughing slightly.

"Good morning dear. Do you want some pancakes? I made too many for myself."

"Sure! Thank you Di." you said grabbed a plate and packed it with the sweet food.

"I'll go jogging for an an hour or so after that we can train, alright?" she asked while pouring you some (coffee/orange juice/tea/anything you want). You nodded and thanked the drink. You were about to unlock your phone when Diana spoke again.

"Im glad you and Jason met yesterday. You're both inneed of friends."

"Heeey! Did you just call me a loner? Eh.. You're right."you said shrugging your shoulders.

"No. I'm just saying that you are an amazing girl but your afraid to open up causing you to have a small amount of friends. And even though I don't know Jason that well but he seems lonley... Alrighty. I'm gonna head out. Bye!"

Well yeah. If you ever wondered how it was to live with Wonder Woman it was pretty much like this. She took you in almost a year ago. That's when you developed your powers amd she offered to help you with them and to train you. It was really hard at the beginning but now it's much more easier for you to control your powers.

You still texted with Jason about random stuff when Diana called you into the training room. You quickly wrote Jason that you have to go but you'll write asap.

Days went on, even a week passed, you spoke with Jason every day, and even decided to meet up for coffee next Saturday, two weeks after you met.

Diana was kind enough to drop you off at the caffee house you agreed on meeting. You were a bit early so you stood outside leaning back against the wall. Not gonna lie you were nervous but weren't exactly sure why. You played with the hem of your shirt and checked your phone every second. He was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. You started to doubt that he would come. That's when you heard a a motorcycle pull up a few steps from you. The driver stoped the engine and stood up. He took of his helmet, revealing a smug looking Jason. You rooled your eyes at him as you pushed yourself away from the wall with your feet and walked over.

"You are a drama queen." you laughed.

"Thanks Y/n and hello to you too." he said in a fake offended tone. He than open his arms and you hesitantly huged him.

"Hi Jay." you whispered. Gosh you almost forgot his collagen. You let go so you could go inside. He opened the door for you causing you to chuckle.

While you ordered he found a good spot in the corner next to a big window so he could keep an eye on his motor. You came back with your drinks and sat opposite him. He gratefully grabbed it and took a good sip.

"So, what's up, doll?"

Getting kinda used to his pet names you shrugged.

"Eh, not much happened since last night when we talked." you had to stop for a sec to think back what you actually did besides talking to Jason. "Oh! I binged (fav show)."

"Without me? I'm hurt." he said hiding a smile.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. We should have a marathon sometime though."

"Uuuh, netlfix and chill?"

You rolled your eyes again getting better at hiding your blush.

"What did you do yesterday?"

"You know, typical friday night. Out on the streets looking for danger." he smiled. And well, he wasn't lying. You just laughed it off. Oh, Jason if only you knew how that really is.

"Okay, keep your secrets, Todd."

After chatting for an hour or so you exited the shop. You didn't want to leave him yet but he started to put back on his jacket, which he pulled down in the shop after complaining that it was too hot inside, and grabbed his helmet.

You took out your phone to text Diana to get you when Jay offered you a second helmet which you didn't see before.

"I could take you home. If you want"

"Really?? Wow that would be great. Thanks Jay” you took the helmet and climbed up behind him.

“No problem, babe. Just hold on tight.” he started the engine and drove off to the flat you share with Diana. She wasn’t home yet, after you texted her that Jason would bring you home she told you she’ll go out shopping.

You felt your adrenalin level raise up and hold on to Jason even tighter. He didn’t really bother to stay between the speed limits but for some reason you didn’t really mind. You looked at the scenery you passed by and couldn’t help but smile. It was an amazig feeling, feeling the wind, you felt so carefree.

He stopped, too soon for your liking, at your home. You give him back his helmet and went to hug him but he pulled off his helmet too.

“Can I come in? I don’t wanna go home yet...”

“Yeah..Sure, of course! Come in. It’s not half as cool as the manor but it’s really cosy.” you unlocked the door and gestured for him to step in. you quickly sliped out of your shoes and stepped further in to the flat.

“Uh please take of your boots. Di will kill both of us if she sees that.” with a chuckle he started to untngle the laces of his boots.

“Okay, okay. I would have took it off anyway. I live with an Alfred, you know. He could easyly kill me with a broomstick without spillig blood anywhere. So you know..I learned to take ‘em off.”

He stepped in, now free of his boots and leather jacket. You gestured to the couch nervously

“We could watch something.”

“’kay. But I get to choose the movie.” he popped down and went to search for a movie. You sat down leaving space between the two of you. You ended up wathcing The Breakfast Club, muh to your suprise. You didn’t talk during the film, you only stopped it once to get some snacks.

“Well, thanks for letting me crash for a bit.”

“It’s nothing, I’m glad you were here.”

He flashed his signiture smile at you.

“Let’s make this into a regular thing, ‘kay?”

He went away, making you sink back to the couch, letting your thoughts run free. You liked Jason more and more every minute. It seems that he seemed to enjoy your company too. You han out more, mostly on the weekends.

Sometimes you went to get something to eat, other times you went to the cinema or to book stores, you even accompanied him to buy a new pair of boots after he somehow (he didn't you how) destroyed. Sometimes you even hang out in the manor or at your flat. You often played video games, filling the huge mansion with screams and loud swearing (it was mostly Jason) much to Alfred's dismay. Or maybe you where just blasting your favorite musics while talking about everything. Book, games, movies, bands, fictional characters, conspiracy theories. Or that one time when you were playing fuck, marry, kill Gotham edition and Alfred accidentally entered the room.

"... Fuck! Obviously! Like have you seen him?? I mean he is a JERK buut he is a hot jerk. You get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, definitely. So fuck the Riddler, what's up with Croc?" you nodded in agreement.

"Well I guess I already said I'm marrying Poison so...Kill the Croc."

Poor Alfred just stood at the door not wanting to believe his eyes.

So yeah. You talked about all kinds of things. Except for...well emotions. Which you were okay with. Jay didn't seem like the guy to pour out his soul very often. That was until one night, after the two of you went to the cinema. You wanted walk for a bit before going home so he lead the way. While talking Jay manged to accidentally wapk you to the wrong part of the town. As soon as he realized where you were he too your hand and pulled you close, protectively. He seemed to be familiar with the scenery but you didn't ask why. He told you anyway.

"I grew up here, ya know." his voice was quiet, not sure if it was because he didn't want to attract any attention or just because it was simply not a topic he speaks regularly about. Maybe both. You looked around horrified. This is not a place for kids to grow up. Hardly for adults to live.

"Jesus..." was all you could manage to breath out. He shook his head chuckling.

"I know, right? This place holds the sweetest memories of my life." you felt the sarcasm behind his big smile as he looked around with a found expression. You tightened your hold on his hand.

"Jay... Do you wanna..like uhm... Talk about it?"

He exhaled as a more serious expression appeared on his beautiful face.

"Nah. I don't even know why I stared to talk about it in the first place." he looked down at his shoes. "It's just that I feel like every time I'm with you I have to stop myself from telling you everything about myself. I never had that before. I dont- I hate talking about my past. It's shitty as it is but I don't wanna be defined by it. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. But with you... It's- I don't know."

You could believe your ears but you didn't have much time to stare at him blankly. You quickly snapped out of it and turned to him.

" Jason. I'm...happy you feel like you can tell me all of this.. Because you can. If you want to I'm always ready to listen to whatever you have to say. Because I care for you."

He manged a weak smile.

"It's just so frustrating. Because I know you actually care? Which is so weird to me."

"It shouldn't be weird. You deserve to have people who love you and care for you."

He opened his mouth and closed it again. 2 minutes have surely passed before he spoke again.

"You wanna sleep over?"

You didn't want to leave him alone like this so you agreed. He fished his phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text.

"I texted Alfred he'll pick us up." he pulled you in to a narrow alleyway than turned righted and you found yourself on a busy street. He pointed at the 0-24 junk food restaurant at the other side of the street. "Let's wait for him there."

"Here you go this will do it, I will try to find a pair sweatpants too." he handed you a black shirt with a band's name on it and went back to his closet to grab you some comfy pants for you to sleep in.

After both of you changed, you in the bathroom, Jay in his room, you climbed in his bed feeling a little nervous. You have sat and layed on his bed multiple times but never have you slept in it with him. Except for that time when you fell asleep while playing video games. You had a super long and tiring night of crime fighting before that and you just couldn't keeo your eyes open.

He was already siting there, leaning his back to the backboard of the bed. He put on a movie he knows you love and hit play when you sat next o him and pulled the blanket over you.

" You comfy?"

"Hmm" you nodded your head, keeping your eyes glued to the tv.

You watched the movie and when it was over Jason just put on some random series. You watched it, but both of you paid more attention to your thoughts than the tv. Jason was playing back your words in his head over and over again. I care for you. His heart skipped a beat every time he thought back to it. It was so obvious that he liked you and it has only occurred to him now. He glanced over at you, looking cute as hell in his shirt.

Just that, as he turned back to the tv he felt you moving around and than he felt your head on his shoulder. He tensed at the contact but didn't say anything, he only let out a shaky breath.

"Does this bother you?"

"Not at all, princess!" he didn't even look at you, afraid his eyes would tell something he didn't wanted you to know just yet.

"In that case..." he felt your arm wrapping around him as you pulled yourself a bit closer. Normally you wouldn't do thia but to your defense he needs hugs. Also he is so comfy.

It wasn't long before Jason reached for the remote control.

"I've had enough of this." you jumped slightly at his voice, gotten used the quiet noise of the tv. "Do you mind if I turn it off?"

"No.." you shook your head, already feeling sleepy but you tried to stay awake so Jason wouldn't be alone, so you turned to him "But I don't wanna sleep yet."

"I didn't say we have to sleep" he turned the tv off amd grabbed his phone from the nightstand next to him. He opened his music library. "Do you wanna put on the music?"

"Give me" you snatched the phone from his hand, earing a laugh from him. You actually understood that even sharing his music taste with you was a really personal thing for Jason. You scrolled down till you found something that fitted the 3am vibe. You earned an amused smile with your choice. You don't know how long gave the two of you stayed uo but you fall asleep cuddling him and he eventually turned towards you in his sleep and hung his arm over you.

Sleepovers became a once in a week thing for you. Both of you ditched patrolling for that day, even if you didn't know the other did that. Whenever you weren't helping Wonder Woman you were with Jason. And sharing personal things became pretty common between the two of you. Jason started to open up more as the weeks and moths past and that felt nice. More than nice actually. He was sweet with you. So happy all the time and gentle with you. One time you were coming over to the manor and Alfred opened the door for you he stoped you for a minute before you could ran to find Jason. He thanked you for brightening up Jason's life.

"Seriously Miss Y/N. Master Jason has been much happier since the night you've met. He has finally someone who he can trust and is in the same age range as him"

"It's nothing Alfred, really. I am lucky to have someone like him"

Don't think for a second that Alfred missed the dreamy look on your face as you talked about him. Your face as it lightened up when Jason walked passed greeting you. And especially not Jason's huge and honest smile as he hugged you close. Alfred knew it long before the two of you did.

You basically liked him since the beginning. Which isn't that surprising considering his looks. But every day you spent with him you fall deeper and deeper in to the hole of emotions.

You were super excited when Diana announced that you'll be going on a mission alongside with the Dynamic Duo. You threw on your supersuit and now you were just waiting for Diana to get ready.

"Diiiii! Comeee ooon! Let's get going!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill Y/N!"

"I'm sorry I'm just so EXCITED! I can't believe I'm going to fight crime with the Batman."

"And Robin too." she said with knowing smirk you didn't know where to put but you didn't give much thought to it.

"Yeah! Robin and Batman! Unbelievable. Even if it's for a boring mission like this.." you said. Diana quickly turned towards you with a scowl.

"Y/N! This is an important mission and a wonderful opportunity for you to learn. If they get those shipment into Gotham, Zeus knows that Batman won't be enough to defend the city. I need you to focus. Don't make me regret bringing you along."

The mission wasn't too complicated. Group A wanted buy the deadly weapons from group B. You have to take down said groups amd make sure that all the weapons stays in safe hands.

You and Wonder Woman were looking down from a building, just above the spot where the business is supposed to take place in a few minutes. On the other side, opposite from you on a roof were Batman and Robin. The trucks with the stuff had arrived and just as tge men were about to get out Batman signaled for Wonder Woman and they jumped down leaving you and Robin on the other side alone. You rolled your eyes annoyed. So much for excitement!

Robin seemed to read your mind as he waived his hand to get your attention. He pointed down, made some punching movements then raised his hand mouthing 'what do ya say?"

You grined at him giving him a thumbs up. Truth to be told both of your partners said to wait for their signal but neither of you could care more You wanted to kick some ass!

You used you icy powers to create some sort of chute. You slide down landing gracefully, the same moment Robin did. The scene caused everyone to look your way. This gave a little time for the criminals just enough for them to grab their guns. You and Robin jumped out of the gunfire together. In sync you began to take down goon after goon. Batman and WW had no chance to join in as the two of you took down every one of them amazingly fast. It seemed you took care of everything so you made your way over to Robin.

"Nice to officially meet you! I'm (superhero name)!" you when to shook his hand when you heard a gun firing and felt a sharp pain. Falling backwards you geared a distant scream and saw some shadowy movement before blacking out.

You haven't yet opened your eyes both the first thing you felt was numbness and distant talking.

"....and I take full responsibility for that!"

"That's not enough what if...."

"No what ifs! She is gonna be fine! I know her! You know her! She will be just fine. She has to be..."

You felt your consciousness slipping away again but just before you blacked out you quickly breathed out the name of the person who you've just heard. Jason

When you opened your eyes it was dark. You blinked a few times but it was still blurry. You tried to remember where you were, what happened but you felt like your memories where just floating around in your head in no particular order. But you felt something something im your hand. Or on your hand. You tried to turn to look but you felt pain shaking your whole body. You hissed grimacing

"Shit, no! Don't try to move Y/N." it was Jason. His hand was holding yours and he was speaking to you. Your brain slowly processed his words trying to fit in the information. When the last piece connected you finally remembered what happened. You looked at you bandaged side. You've shot. You looked at the boy at your side.

"H-how.. How are here? And... "you looked around at the unfamiliar place" Where is here?"

" You are in the Batcave." he said softly."We brought you here right after you've been shot. Alfred he uhm he patched you up. Do-don't worry it's not as bad as you think. It- it went straight through and didn't catch anything so uhm..." you saw how nervous he was. He was either going to scream or burst out in tears any minute.

" You... Jason what are you doing here? Did Diana get you here.... Do you.. Do you know who I am? " you were so confused. He avoided your gaze but his hand gripped your just a little tighter.

"No.. Diana did not bring me here. I was there when you got shot. I am... Y/N I know you are (superheroname) but you have to know I was there because I am Robin."

You snapped your head up gasping. You started at him.

"You.... Are.... Robin???"

"And you're (superheroname)" he let out a shaky laugh. "I probably should get Diana and Bruce..."

"Please don't leave." you said desperately

"I haven't left your side since we arrived, only to change but even that it was Bruce who told me to go"

"How long was I out?"

"Almost a whole day. It's night again...And Alfred said not to move you for a few days so you are spending the night in the cave"

You looked around terrified.

"Don't look so fucking scared, doll. I told you I'm not leaving you. This is where I have to be. At your side." you looked up in his eyes. You could see it. And he could see it too. Both of you felt it but were to afraid to say something that would break the silence. Still you saw him open his mouth.

" You know... "you saw tge real Jason. Nervously rushing his fingers in his messy hair with his free hand while you felt the other one starting to get shaky and sweaty.

" Jay"you breathed softly "I know.You don't have to.."

He was trying so hard not to choke on his words as he shook his head, a silent cry shaking him.

"No I ne-need to. I almost lost you. I have to say it. I lo..." he squeezed his eyes shut taking a deep breath. This moment played down in his had so many times. But he didn't imagine him literally breaking down in front of you. You ran your thumb across his hand comforting him. You were so patient and... He tried to hold back a sob but it escaped anyway causing your eyes to fill up with tears.

"I love you so fucking much Y/N" he finally cried out. You reached up to his cheek to wipe away his tears.

"I love you to Jason. So much."

He slowly leaned down stopping inches from your face. You felt his breath on your skin. Time seemed to so slow down and the only thing you heard was your breathing and your heartbeats. The only thing you saw was Jason. His beautiful features looking at you, taking in every detail. Your lips finally connected with his plump ones waking up the butterflies in your stomach. Your hand which wasn't holding his went to touch his oh so gorgeous curls you loved so much. You felt his hand on your cheek, brushing away some hair and then just resting there for a few seconds. He was careful not to lean on you too much or pressure you. Much to your dismay he pulled away with the biggest smile on his face.

"A much as I want to continue, you need the rest."

You still felt like your heart could explode any minute but you just nodded as you felt your voice would probably betray you.

He spend the night with you, just as he promised and he didn't leave your side the next day nor the day after etc. He was their when you could finally stand up, he was the one who helped you out of bed and he was with you every step in to your healing. And when you finally got better he took you on your first date. You said you wnated nothing fancy so it was a dinner at a fast food restaurant... And than he took you to the theater to see a play because it's Jason. Of course he would. He ended the night with a motorcycle ride to outside of town where you were able to see the stars.

Your relationship hasn't changed much, well you kissed more and spent more time together (if that was possible) but you still talked about everything. You still played video games, still had movie marathons and sat down for coffee on sundays. You love each other so much, even a blind person could see it. You were the power couple™. And anyone who crossed path with Robin and (superheroname) would regret the night they were born.

#jason todd one shot #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #dc titans imagine #titans imagine #dc imagine #titans oneshot #robin x reader #Wonder Woman #batman

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this is like really random but i have to vent. so basically i’m 20 years old and in my second-year at a uk university. and like i had the worst first-year of my life, made no friends, and got long covid plus really bad depression so yeah it wasn’t great. and now im back at uni i just am really feeling my lack of experience. iv never even properly kissed anyone let alone had sex and all the drinking games etc revolve around sex. i’m pretty sure i’m bi just like based on what i masturbate to but i’v only ever looked at guys as potential relationships. i just like don’t know how to navigate the social world with no friends and no sexual experience, it just feels impossible. and all my friends from home (1 of which is at uni with me) have boyfriends or at least have had sex. and also clubbing feels totally revolved around sex and kissing. it’s really hard to admit to people that i’m a virgin because people assume i’m a prude or a weirdo when i’m not i just haven’t really had the opportunity. i’m just feeling like such a loser atm. oh aaaand i actually really want a boyfriend rn.

Firstly, this is totally normal and nothing to be ashamed of. There’s no timeline for these things.

Secondly, so this is going to be a long winded Agony AuNat but sometimes I think my best ones are. In a way, this reminds me of a friend I had like 20-21 at uni. Basically we became friends because I caught her forum role playing and I was like “lmaoooo I used to do that too!” and we like bonded over it and like very quickly I began realizing that she did it on the kinds of sites me and my online friends laughed at because they weren’t ⚡️aesthetic⚡️ or sexy. Like this was some high fantasy bullshit lol - no offense also cool - on like ProBoards when we were already in the Jcink era. Anyway no biggie. This girl - a horse girl at 20 still and not in the rich bitch way - proceeded to like… idolize me and obvi y’all know how much I like attention so I loved it. And one night she asked me for advice on how to get kissed because she had been like… really wanting to lose her virginity but things just weren’t happening. I proceeded to give the worst advice ever because I too was just a young un. I said “don’t worry it’s gonna happen for you!!! Like I’m sure your crush likes you!! Don’t stress you’re so pretty and sweet!” And I believed I was saying the right stuff and it comforted her ngl so I was like 👏🏻👏🏻 go Nat you’re the best at giving advice.

Except here’s the problem - it still wasn’t happening. She was going to parties with me and I was like dressing her sluttier like some weird teen romcom movie where I was giving her a makeover and like… no one was biting.

And then - for those who remember the Nat Cinematic Universe - it turned out that rando from my 21st who I randomly fucked? Ya dudes that was her crush lol and she hadn’t told me because she thought I’d figure it out lol and she was mad at me and we sorta stayed friends until I fucked that guy’s friend which was nbd to anyone involved because my bestie fucked him and tbh I fancied the friend because he was this average sized weedy dark haired boy who was very weird looking and she exploded at me and called me a slut and shit and that was that, friendship over.

Unsure what happened next, but the reason I’ve given you this backstory is from my current POV I gave extremely bad advice so I’m gonna try correct with you tonight.

Unless you’re in high school when friends of friends can go between people and say you have a crush, and then you text them and like bam you’re exclusive, you have to work to get ass or make friends. Okay the other exception is if you’re like SUPER hot idk about that life, but tbh probs even then. Life isn’t a teen movie, and you’re not gonna just catch someone’s eye and that’ll be that. Dressing nicely might be part of it, doing your hair and makeup in whatever style you want, and making it clear up front - especially at uni when imo branding™️ matters a lot - what your interests are and such shit all factor in. I’m not saying change who you are because again that’s supremely bad advice: figure out who you are. Figure out what you want to wear (experiment!), who you want to talk to (strike up convos on campus!), what you like doing (try things out!) and - most importantly - what you’re comfortable with. Try drinking - and if you don’t like it, don’t do it. Try flirting - and if you don’t like it, know that you can go from friends to this and not everyone enjoys that. Try clubbing - and if you don’t like it, know that there are a ton of societies you can join on campus and campus events you can go to that don’t revolve around that, so seek those out and find your tribe.

Fundamentally, college is what you make of it.

Which means that like unfortunately my dude, you’ll make a fool of yourself. Probably more than once.

But know that friends won’t manifest and boys won’t manifest unless you make an effort and put yourself out there. Ask people to coffee. Ask people to the pub. Girls, boys, enbies, whoever.

Re the anxiety about “never having done this before” - I think that’s totally normal. But also like lots of other people haven’t and everyone has had a first time. In drinking games you can lie lol. You don’t need to advertise it’s your first time for anything if you’re uncomfortable with it. I didn’t tell my first kiss he was my first kiss lol because it was unnecessary info for him tbh (it wasn’t hs boyfriend even tho I’m pretty sure I was his lol but he was my third 😌).

But you also don’t need to be shy about it because honestly 2nd year uni is so fucking young. It’s not like you’re coming to me as a 40 year old virgin and asking for advice (again no timeline but I’m not there yet so maybe not the right person to give it). Most of the people you’re hanging out with haven’t had a ton of sexual experience either lmao. On my 20th birthday I had been with exactly two people, my Angel boyfriend (in hindsight) hs ex and the Rabbi’s son (literally no one’s Angel boyfriend but hopefully he and his tiny dick are married now and Mazels if so) who I fucked a few days after we broke up to prove a point. I was a bad lay (and remain so with guys unless they’re into The Hiddles Experience, not for lack of opportunities, but because we don’t have to master all things). I also - unlike you - had never masturbated. I’d never had an orgasm. I liked sex with hs ex but couldn’t explain what I liked or why, it was just fun sometimes and other times it wasn’t. (In hindsight with clit action it was fun and with pure thrusting it wasn’t). So the fact that you have wanked already gives you a head start over many of the girls guys will be meeting.

So like… figure out what’s comfortable for you. Try different things out. Walk away when you don’t like it. Never do stuff that goes against your values. Don’t be overly shy in ways that wind up making you uncomfortable, like with the story that started this, and don’t expect these things to happen if you make no effort. That applies to friendships and ass alike. And sometimes what you think will be ass will turn into friendships and sometimes what you think will be friendship will turn into more. Let it. That’s what uni’s for.

Final point: try reduce the pressure of having a boyfriend. It’s fine if it happens, but since as you say you’re not a prude, it’s fine if it doesn’t. It will eventually. Try go into encounters with the open mindedness of “this could be ass, this could be friendship, this could be more” and like clear eyes full hearts can’t lose tbh.

Final final point: join societies. Join all the societies. The best way to both get ass and make friends and make friends discussing the ass you’re getting is by joining societies.

Good luck, hope this helped, love you lots and enjoy this year and the next (and beyond if you choose Honours or postgrad).

#agony aunat

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years

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boardroom fantasies

Word Count: 3, 552

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

MASSIVE CONGRATULATIONS TO MY FRIEND @kayteewritessteve !!!!! This was written as a part of her 1000 Follower Prompt Challenge ! Please go give her a shoutout or give her works a read (they’re amazing!)

Warnings: Okay listen, I’ve never written smut before but hey, these days we’re supposed to be trying new things right? ANYWAYS so this is clearly very 18+ NSFW. Reader is assumed to be of legal age.

KINKS: Dominant Steve is always my fave, oof. Pet names, sex is a (semi?) public area, and probs some other stuff but I’m already all flustered knowing I’m gonna post this P U B L I C L Y so forgive me lol

(not my gif but damn does that look just kill me, credits to the original owner!!)

It wasn’t that she was wearing anything different today. She was always wearing something nice and Steve had seen her in that tight fitting skirt a million times.

It wasn’t her makeup either, she always worn that ‘just-kissed’ shade of pink lipstick, and her hair was always done up in that messy bun when she was trying to concentrate at work.

Steve couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something about her today that was like a giant billboard screaming “FUCK ME”. He shifted uncomfortably in his office, tugging slightly on his pants to relieve some of the pressure of his semi-hard cock.

“Hey Steve, everyone’s leaving a bit early for some drinks. You know, some relaxation and bonding, you wanna join?” Sam asked, leaning against the doorframe of the Captain’s office.

Steve thought for a moment and glanced in (Y/N)’s direction, noting that same young guy from accounting that always seemed to be near her, grinning that same cheeky smile and probably saying the same disgusting terrible lines.

“I’ll join in a bit. Just gotta finish some paperwork. Do you mind sending (Y/N) in here? I think I might need her help with some of this,” Steve said, scrunching up his face in fake confusion, something that Sam was all too familiar with.

Sam laughed and nodded, “What, Google got you confused again, old man?” He teased. “Fine, just as long as you don’t ask me. I dunno if I can explain everything as patiently as (Y/N) does,” he grinned, leaving the doorway to grab her.

Steve smirked to himself as Sam interrupted Accounting Dude’s egotistical manner. The three of them near (Y/N)’s desk glanced in Steve’s direction and Steve could’ve sworn he saw the Accounting Guy roll his eyes. (Y/N) nodded to Sam and waved a smile to the rest of them, heading over to Steve while everyone else seemed to be heading the opposite way to the elevators.

“Need some help there, Cap’n?” (Y/N) asked cheerfully.

Maybe it was just the happiness in her eyes, or the innocent work-friendly tone in her voice, but Steve Rogers would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately think about how nice that face would be under his desk right now.

He quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head awkwardly, “Uh yeah. I was hoping to get you to help me with the uh- you know the thing that’s gotta be presented…” his voice trailed off. Fuck, he thought to himself awkwardly, staring at the screen so he didn’t have to look at her cute smile, should’ve thought of something to ask before she came.

“I mean if it’s a presentation, then it should be in the boardroom hm?” (Y/N) asked him. Steve looked up at her in surprise, wondering why she was going along with such an obvious lie. “Pretty sure it’s been open for hours and if everyone else is gone for drinks, we could have it all to ourselves for however long we want.”

There was a sultriness to her voice. Like a temptress, she lured him out of his office and into the boardroom with nothing but a few words. Steve was like putty in her hands. God her hands, he thought to himself as she walked into the boardroom in front of him. What I’d give to just see her holding my cock in her hands.

Steve tried to tear the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind, knowing that if he kept going, he was bound to become noticeably horny. At least right now, it was concealed, but if his mind kept fantasizing the way that it did…

“Steve?”

Her voice was like music to his ears. He blinked as he looked at her, biting his lip slightly as he realized they were already in the boardroom.

“Something on your mind?” She asked innocently. Her lashes batted a little too innocently. She had to be thinking the same thing as him, didn’t she? There was no way she wasn’t just putting this whole innocent and sexy vibe as an act.

“(Y/N)…I uh… something going on between you and…” Steve waved in the direction of her desk, trying desperately to remember the Accounting Guy’s real name.

She giggled, sitting up on the boardroom table. God that skirt. Steve wanted to pull down her tights and just fuck her right there, skirt on and everything. He loved the way it held onto her body, the way that she seemed to be so confident in it. “Eric?” She filled in for him, smiling. “He’s… a little too pushy for me.” She admitted, tilting her head slightly to look up at the Captain.

“Oh,” was all Steve said. So she didn’t like pushy. That’s fine, Steve didn’t have to be dominant in bed, I mean he’d be fine not being slightly aggressive- wait what was he thinking? This wasn’t even about being in bed-

“I mean, I like pushy, sure,” (Y/N) interrupted his thoughts, smirking up at him. “But… I prefer it in a more….intimate setting.” For a moment, Steve had to remind himself that she wasn’t a mind reader. He shifted in his stance for a moment, glancing at the door which somehow already seemed closed… and locked… had she locked it when they came in here?

“(Y/N)-” he started.

“I wanna be fucked, Captain.”

The words hit him like a truck. Steve was sure he was hearing things. He blinked in surprise, staring at him, “S-Sorry?”

(Y/N) batted her lashes again, leaning forward slightly so Steve could see over the collar of her shirt. “I. Wanna be. Fucked.” She stated slowly, her voice having that same sultry tone that got Steve here in the first place. “Isn’t that why you called me in here?” She asked, an innocent giggle leaving her lips. “Haven’t you been thinking about me?”

Steve needed fresh air, or a smack in the face. He couldn’t decide which. Was he actually fantasizing this was or was this actually happening?

“Sorry, did I read the situation wrong?” (Y/N) asked after a moment, looking almost horrified. “I-I’m sorry, Steve, I just thought… I mean there’s been so much sexual tension between us but I mean I guess that could all just be in my head?”

She started to get off the boardroom table and Steve quickly found himself standing between her legs, holding her wrists down to the table so she couldn’t move. “You didn’t read anything wrong. Just… say it again for me.” He said lowly, feeling his more dominant self arising.

“Say what-”

“Say it. Again.”

(Y/N) blinked up at him innocently, leaning forward again so her chest was pressed against his. “I wanna be fucked,” she whispered with a smirk.

Steve grinned at her and pressed a quick kiss to her nose, unable to help himself. Not only was she absolutely sinfully sexy, she was also incredibly adorable. “Alright then, come on-” Steve started to move towards the door.

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, not having moved from the table. Steve looked back at her, her eyebrow raised in confusion.

Steve looked at her in shock, blinking between her and the table she was seated on. “Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve asked, surprised. He glanced up at the corners of the room, confirming his previous knowledge that there were no cameras in this boardroom. “Are you sure?”

“Please?” She whined in a submissive tone. Her hand led up to her collar, playing with the top button on her white shirt.

“You better take that hand off,” he growled, eyes darkening. (Y/N) giggled and moved her hand away from her shirt, but not before she unbuttoned the first button.

“Are you trying to get yourself punished, little miss?” Steve asked her, walking back to her and gripping her knees a little tight.

(Y/N) bit her lip as she looked up at the domineering man, shifting slightly. “N-No Sir.” She whispered slightly, smiling but shifting under his stance.

“That’s what I thought.” Steve chuckled, tilting her head up and crashing his lips down to hers.

The undressing happened a lot quicker than Steve had fantasized (and he had fantasized a lot). Her heels were tossed onto the floor, her tights were quickly ripped off her legs and Steve pulled tightly on her shirt, ripping buttons off.

“Steve!” She pouted, looking at her ripped shirt.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled into her ear, peppering kisses down her throat.

Her moans were soft at first as he grinded his hips into hers. Steve held onto her legs tightly, pulling her up close to his own body as he gently laid her back onto the table.

“W-What’re you doing?” (Y/N) asked. Her voice was shy now, watching as he kneeled down on the floor, head between her legs.

“Stay still,” was all he said. Steve couldn’t help but smirk at the red thong he found under her skirt. He pushed the skirt’s fabric up onto her hips as far as he could and used a finger to slowly tear the now wet fabric of her underwear from her skin.

“Steve…” (Y/N) murmured, shifting slightly as she felt her thong move.

“Don’t. Move.” Steve ordered lowly and she immediately froze. He chuckled to himself, so she was a good girl after all. He pulled her thong annoyingly slow down to her ankles, watching as her whole body shook in an attempt not to move. “Now, what do we say when we want something, pet?” He asked her teasingly.

“P-Please,” she whispered.

“Can’t hear you,” he grinned, leaning closer to her warmth. He took a breath in, inhaling her scent. He could still smell that body soap she used, the one that he always tried to get an extra whiff of.

“P-Please- oh fuck!” she yelped. As soon as the please had left her lips, Steve latched his lips onto her clit. His tongue flicked up and down along the nub, teasing it endlessly. “S-Steve! S-Slow down!” She whined, only to be met with him speeding up. Her back arched in response as his index finger gently touched her entrance.

(Y/N) had almost forgotten where she was, lying there on the Avengers’ boardroom table. She tried to grip the smooth surface with her fingers, long moans being drawn out from her throat. She had to shut her eyes quick, the mere look of Steve between her legs shortening the distance to her orgasm.

“Pretty little thing,” Steve hummed as he let go of her clit after a while, letting his thumb circle it instead. He gently coaxed his index finger into her sopping wetness, smirking as he watched her try not to thrash around. “Teasing me all day endlessly. Making me horny all the goddamn time.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” she quickly apologized, shaking still. “P-Please please please please,” she begged, looking down at him earnestly.

“Please what, darling?” Steve teased with a laugh, sliding his finger slowly in and out of her. The sounds leaving her lips were better than he could’ve ever imagined.

(Y/N) whined, but couldn’t deny how much she loved this playful and dominant Steve. His finger was slick with her wetness, dripping down to the palm of her hand, the sound of him finger-fucking her filling the room. “I-I want your cock, Steve, please.”

He scoffed playfully, adding a second finger and making her squirm more. “Not yet. I need you to cum for me, darling. I want to be able to fuck you with all your juices on me.” His voice was so much deeper than it usually was. (Y/N) felt every syllable that left his lips send shivers down her spine.

Steve was proud to know that she was enjoying herself. He slowly let his fingers curl, searching for that patch of skin that just felt slightly different.

Wasn’t too long before he found it. She let him know quicker than he realized he had rubbed it. A long whine left her throat, her head hitting the table with an echoing sound as her back arched.

“Don’t hurt yourself, pet,” he smirked, rubbing her spot ever so slowly. “Do you like that? Is that what you want during work every day? To come into my office and sit on my lap, have my fingers in you whenever you want, Princess?”

The nicknames were all too much. (Y/N) had fantasized all too much about Steve holding her hair in his hand while she sucked him off, praising his good little girl. She got herself off too many nights to the thought of what was happening right this moment, and she was loving every second of it.

Although he had asked her to stay still, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her wriggling. “Come on, darling, ride my fingers hm?” He whispered, helping her to a halfway seated position.

(Y/N) looked at him, almost dazed, but quickly snapped out of it. She smirked at him and nodded innocently, holding onto his arm as she positioned herself in a comfortable seat on his hand. Her hips swayed along his palm, eyes rolling back everytime she pushed her clit along the heel his hand. “S-Steve,” she mewed loudly.

The Captain bit down on his lip, quickly releasing his hard-on from his pants and stroking it slowly as she rode his fingers. He followed her rhythm, groaning quietly to himself as he took in the sight. It was much better than anything he had dreamt of, anything he had thought of. It wasn’t long before her body started to clench down on his hand, her whines and moans getting higher and louder.

Steve “Cum for me baby, pretty please,” he taunted into her ear, grunting softly as he imagined what it was going to feel like, with his cock buried deep inside her. He let his hand leave his shaft for a moment, helping his other hand and flicking at her clit with his thumb as she rode his fingers. He slid the slick juices onto his cock, wincing at just how nice it felt. It was almost too good to be true.

Her climax was made very evident by the loud “FUCK” that left her lips. Her hips rocked back and forth over his hand as she rode out her orgasm, whining and clutching at his wrist. His arm was getting a tad sore at this point but Steve waved the discomfort away. He was going to fuck her here and now and he wouldn’t let his own hand get in the way.

Steve wanted to give her a moment, let her recover from what seemed like a pretty good orgasm (his hand under her was almost completely covered and there was absolutely a small bit that had leaked onto the table) but (Y/N)’s eyes flickered to his cock in his hands. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, lips parting but no words came out.

“What is it darling?” he crooned playfully. “Are you all done?”

(Y/N)’s lips formed a pout, giving him a glare. “Goddammit, Steve, fuck me!” She huffed.

Steve’s eyes went darker, grabbing her hair and tugging her back to half lying down on the table. “Too rough?” he asked quickly and she immediately shook her head.

“I like it when you pull my hair,” she purred, making Steve’s lips form a smile. He pulled her waist so her ass was hanging off the table, meeting perfectly at the height where he wanted her.

Steve kissed her quickly and harshly, their tongues meeting eagerly as he pressed the tip of his cock to her soaking wet entrance. “Please,” she begged between kisses. And he complied.

Steve slid in her smoothly with her past orgasm aiding his entry, groaning into her ear as he used an arm behind her for stability, the other hand gripping her side. “God I’ve wanted you for so long,” he grumbled into her hair, biting at her neck as he moved into her further. He waited here for a moment, letting her shift to get comfortable.

It wasn’t until she smirked up at him that he realized that she wasn’t shifting to get comfortable. He kept sighing and moaning with every move she made. She was teasing him, toying with him.

“Evil,” he laughed, kissing her again as he swiftly pulled almost fully out of her. He let her start a sentence before quickly slamming back into her, letting her scream his name into the empty office.

Steve let his hips pound her into the table, her hips lifting up to meet him almost every time. Their grunts and groans echoed in the boardroom and Steve was almost high on the sound. His body pushed into her more as she scratched as his back, squealing her way into another orgasm. “Go-God,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he felt her squeeze him, his cock shaking and begging for release.

He couldn’t let it end so soon. He had wanted this for far too long. She let out a frustrated groan when he pulled out of her, making his lips turn into a smile.

“On your feet. And turn around,” Steve whispered to her in a growl. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table, helping her to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, eager to get back to it and yet still swaying from the magic of it all. She turned in his grip, facing the table and quickly pushed her skirt off, glancing back to make sure his eyes were exactly where she wanted them.

And they were. What a sight. Steve had to almost force himself to stop staring. God, he couldn’t imagine being in this boardroom again, going through a meeting, without constantly thinking about her, ass out and facing him, begging to be fucked.

“Good girl,” he managed to get out, straightening his back as he adjusted his stance. His fingers coiled into her hair, giving a quick and playful tug just to make her whine again. “Louder this time, (Y/N),” he told her in a dangerous tone. “I want to hear you louder.”

It wasn’t hard to do. (Y/N) was going to answer with a simple, “Yes sir,” but Steve interrupted it like he had been doing this whole time. His cock slammed up into her all too easy with how wet she was, making her yelp. She wanted to lean into the table more, give her something to collapse onto, but his grip on her hair was tight. He pulled her hair just a little more, keeping her with her chin up as he fucked her harder. Faster.

She wanted to scream for him, she wanted to be louder. (Y/N) couldn’t tell if she was just going deaf with how loud they were or if she was just in such a state of bliss, she just couldn’t hear anything.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum too quick,” Steve grunted, slamming into her again and not failing to hit that sweet spot that he had been teasing earlier.

“Steveeeee!” (Y/N) whined as he went slower, obviously trying to calm himself down.

Steve groaned out her name in a chant, as if it become the only word he knew. “Fuck,” he grumbled, leaning his forehead into her shoulder for a moment, caressing that perfect ass of hers. “I just don’t want it to end,” he told her, pushing deeper into her, slower and slower, just to annoy her.

“Cum, Steve, please,” (Y/N) finally begged. “I want you to cum on me so we have a reason to go take a shower.” She glanced back at him, that same innocent and yet so naughty look in her eye. “Don’t you want to fuck me in the shower, Steve?”

He didn’t need any other kind of permission. His cock swelled more in her and Steve continued to pound her hard, faster than he had before. After a moment, (Y/N) felt him tense behind her and he let out a loud groan. She was almost sad when he pulled out, half wanting to feel how his cum felt sliding down her leg. But he flipped her over quicker than she could voice it, his cock twitching in front of her as he came all over her front.

There was a moment of silence as the two caught their breath, (Y/N) slumping into the table. Steve held his cock in his hands, still sighing happily as it twitched in the open air. He watched as she locked eyes with him, dipping her fingers into the mess he had made on her and before he could realize what she was doing, she licked it slowly off her fingers.

“You’re going to pay for all this teasing,” Steve groaned, imagining what her tongue would feel like on his sensitive cock.

“Shower. Now.” (Y/N) demanded with a sinful grin. The two tried to clumsily grab their things, giggling like young kids as they made their way back to Steve’s room in the tower. He couldn’t help but think about the numerous places they could sneak off to during their work week.

He wanted to fuck her everywhere, in any way she wanted. There was nothing more that Steve Rogers needed than her screaming his name over and over again.

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Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! Review

Muahahhhahahhahahaha! Thanks to the Walmart tradition of stocking movies for sale weeks before the intended release date, I have myself a copy of what claims to be Scooby Doo’s FIRST Halloween adventure!

…in spite of movies like Witch’s Ghost and Goblin King, holiday specials like WNSD’s A Scooby Doo Halloween (which had a haunted Scarecrow too…), BCSD’s EL Bandito (for Dia de los Muertos - obvs not the same, but most companies act like it) and Halloween, The NSDM’s Halloween Hassle at Dracula’s Castle, and the DTV short film Scooby Doo and the Spooky Scarecrow (which, ironically enough, did NOT take the opportunity to feature Dr. Jonathan Crane).

So let us take a look now at Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! and see whether this film will be a graveyard smash of a treat, or a black licorice bomb of disappointment.

Full review (and SPOILERS TO GO WITH IT) are below the cut in my new review format; if all goes smoothly, I’ll go with this for future Scooby films.

WARNING: This review is very long.

One minor note before we begin: the Special Features actually include BCSD’s Halloween, WNSD’s A Scooby Doo Halloween, and PNSD’s Ghost Who’s Coming to Dinner

...so they were AWARE this was not the first Halloween adventure of the Scooby gang, and yet still use that tag line. Hm.

Still, kudos for including them - this’ll help boost the reasons to keep this movie, if it turns out to be a real Milk Dud of a movie *ba-dum tish* :D

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The movie starts off rather abruptly, actually - no slow pan over the setting, just WB Animation credit and BOOM, we’ve cut to a Halloween parade and Elvira is talking.

I’m of a mixed opinion including Elvira on top of having Bill Nye and a Batman Rogue - while she most certainly fits the Scooby aesthetic, it doesn’t feel as grand an impact after her weird little cameo in Return to Zombie Island (ugh) and I’m not sure how well the movie will balance her in wait a minute

wait just a

WAIT A MINUTE

Did - did that parade float skeleton just sing Crystal Cove as the town’s name?

oh no.

Oh No.

....also their song is terrible and they should feel terrible.

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Fred: We got him! Banh Mi Shop, second floor!

me: the heck is a Banh Mi Shop? *mild googling noises*

So I guess Jonathan Crane really had a craving for a Vietnamese sandwich before he enacted his Halloween scheme.

...you think he’s a lemongrass chicken type of guy or a BBQ pork guy? It’s always hard to guess at these things, esp when coffee and pumpkin spice aren’t on the table (as per fanon, of course)

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Velma: We have a flawless track record!

So I guess WB is just gonna ignore the past few DTV retcons established in 13 Ghosts and Return to Zombie Island?

I mean that rather defeats the purpose of them existing at all, but fcuk YEAH I can get behind throwing that retcon garbage out of canon!

And STAY OUT!!

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Shaggy, talking about ghosts being real: I’m like the boy who cried wolf - I keep warning you but like, you won’t believe me until I finally get eaten!

Yet again, Warner Bros makes a wolf reference to Shaggy. Yet again, I am torn asunder between wanting werewolf!Shaggy in a new Scooby property, and fearing for the appearance of werewolf!Shaggy in a new Scooby property.

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Velma: Point is, being afraid is a waste of time!

Scarecrow, LITERALLY EXPLODING THROUGH A BRICK WALL three buildings away:

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He’s floating through the air and t-posing to assert his dominance 🤣🤣🤣

Gods bless animation 😁

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Daphne @ Shag and Scoob locking themselves in the van: Are you serial?

Me: wait, SERIAL? *re-reads captions* yup, that says “serial”.

Is this an editing mistake? I don’t think that works here…unless that’s supposed to be a joke on how they always do this. But then why would that be an irritating surprise, they literally do this EVERY episode 🙄

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Oh hey, Red Herring’s Party Screams truck has Red Herring running out of it

Could this be a hint to how the story goes? The villain appearing on a literal Red Herring?

Naaaaaah, WB’s not THAT smart

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So if we take @captainbaddecisions crack theory on Jonathan Crane being Shaggy’s uncle seriously, does this mean that Jonathan is using magic to fly, float fear toxin orbs around himself, and making things explode, a la the family trait of Crack Theory A?

Logically he’s probs using wires or magnets or some shit, but it’s a fun thought to entertain 😁

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Welp, we finally get the opening credits! … with Jonathan Crane smashing through the Mystery Machine’s windshield, set to a slow poppy song straight from the 60s, and spewing the title of the film out in glittery pink mist.

All the while Scooby and Shaggy throw candy at each other, deliberately obtuse to the cloud of fear toxin enveloping their friends and the townsfolk, the steady destruction of the Mystery Machine they’re laying in as multiple cars crash into it and send it spiraling, and the general mayhem and destruction that Scarecrow is causing

Never change, guys, never change

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I just choked on my lemonade

There’s an article plastered to the roof of the Mystery Machine titled “Talking Dog Confounds, Ignites Ethics Debate Over Dog Labor”

ahahahahaha

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Annnnnnnnd there goes the Mystery Machine, tumbling in the air and over the roads with Shaggy and Scooby still inside without seat belts. Will they perish in this horrible road accident? Will Death finally come to claim them at last?

Of course not. This is Shaggy and Scooby we’re talking about - I’m almost positive they can survive anything up to and including a nuclear bomb. This is child’s play to them.

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So they “capture” Scarecrow… by pinning his cape to a tree with crossbow bolts.

And they do not try to at least tie up his arms or his hands in ANY capacity.

JUST the cape.

...you know, Velma, for a team with a “flawless” track record, you guys are making a hecking TON of mistakes in facing against one of Batman’s ROGUES GALLERY, ESPECIALLY with no Batman in sight, good freakin’ grief. 😩

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Yaaaaaaaaas, this Scarecrow design is LUSH

He’s got the lank, the height, the BTAS costume colors, the elongated face with beaky nose and pointed chin and angular cheekbones, the eyebags like Gucci, the furrowed brow… honestly the only thing missing is the more reddish color hair, and even that isn’t mandatory. I love 😍

Not to mention the HOT DAYUM voice he has - low and velvet rough and so godsdamned particular in a way that could either tie in to obscuring a southern accent as in fanon or just as a stringent academic, oh my yes. He’s voiced by someone called Dwight Schultz, who’s most well known for playing Captain ‘Howling Mad’ Murdock in the OG A-Team show, and someone called Reginald Barclay in Star Trek TNG and Voyager, if any of y’all know that character in particular.

And of course, the first line he says is a delightfully wry “Oh, but I AM getting away with it,” with the sort of smirk that absolutely lends credence to why he’s a threat to Batman, and not some simpering wimp that can be defeated with some crossbow bolts in a tree.

I think I’m going to enjoy this movie at least somewhat, so long as we get to see him 🥰🥰🥰

(tho on a side note: Daphne why on EARTH are you trying to film Crane saying the meddling kids line? Do you have a video compilation of past villains who’ve done that, and you hope to add his to it? Was your phone damaged when you went up against the Riddler a few DTVs ago and you want a second shot at recording a Gotham Rogue saying it? Bc I don’t think a Gotham Rogue would be too pleased with seeing himself as a Mystery Meme on the Youtubes, you get what I’m saying?)

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Okay, so the floating orb things are explained away as fear toxin bomb drones somehow… despite looking nothing like the other drones and being much smaller with no visible propulsion, while also flying unassisted through and around objects to explode against places once flung…

(tho interesting note, none of them are aimed directly at the crowds, just behind them - odd, that)

But how did he heckin’ FLY at the beginning?

Yeah, they show him wearing wrist-mounted grappling hooks at the end of the intro song sequence, but they are NOWHERE IN SIGHT at the beginning - and I do mean in sight, since he emerges against a backdrop of flames. There was nothing there (see the T-pose above for further evidence), and nothing there when he FLEW THROUGH THE MYSTERY MACHINE’S WINDSHIELD AND FLEW BACK OUT AGAIN. And these things are pale silver, which stands out like crazy against the darker backgrounds, so no hand-wavy ‘they were always being used’ bullcrap we’ve seen in other movies.

Hmmm *scribbles in notepad* note to self, add notation concerning Crack Theory A on magic!Shaggy to “Uncle Crane” theory files - evidence denotes that Crane is able to fly (or at least hover in mid-air unassisted) for terrorization purposes. May boost strength of CTA by family association, lending credence to magic inheritance along the bloodline...

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“Avocado Toast Generation”? Crane, I honestly don’t know if you really mean that, or if you understand just how much that phrase gets under any Millennial/Gen Z kid’s skin. Having seen multiple variations of your character, it really could swing either way (tho kudos on the dead switch idea - very nice 👍🏻)

Although this does lead to an interesting stand-off: Fred, upon seeing the town threatened with 3 days worth of fear toxin, immediately moves to let Crane go, while Velma stops him and refuses to consider compromising if it means Crane escapes. They both look legitimately frustrated at the other for taking the stance they do.

Fascinating~

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Hmmm

Crane honey, I don’t know if your drones are made of flash paper and hope, or if Scooby and Shaggy are using the reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaally old candy (the stuff made about ~3 years ago most neighborhoods give out to the teenagers that knock around midnight on Halloween) to shoot them down, but either way you may wish to speak with the manufacturer about this

Then again, this IS Shaggy and Scooby - they probably could’ve spat marshmallows at the drones and brought them down with equal success and explosions

(and good on them for shooting those down! Atta boy 👍🏻)

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Aw dang it

1. They still have Crane captured and now in handcuffs (despite having… you know… NOT been bound by anything except cross bolts in his curtain cape thing)

2. Dwight Schultz has decided to pitch his voice higher and more nasally than what he has. Hopefully this is more of an incredulous sort of pitch than something that sticks for the rest of the movie, ugh.

Also, I think they’re framing the movie to be more Velma-centric this time around - she’s the one explaining to Crane how they tracked him down, apparently through a piece of fan mail he sent Elvira (is that the only reason she’s there? Also why was Velma examining random pieces of fan mail for toxins, Elvira probs gets hundreds a week irl) and it looks like they’re framing something up on how fear isn’t something you can pretend isn’t there. neat!

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whajit

53rd?

53rd?!?!

ONLY 53rd?!?!?!?!

Boooo, Scarecrow’s WAY more popular than that! I call foul

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Okay why is Daphne’s schtick so far to spit laaaaaaame slang after every sentence Velma says

I would rather this not be her schtick

Actually could she go back to filming mystery stuff, bc at least I can pretend it’ll build into the OG Zombie Island Daphne

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Phew, his voice has returned to its low, raspy goodness

also, Crane needs to learn about personal space, good grief

(interesting clue brought up tho - Crane only steals tech that CAN’T leak his toxin, ergo it can’t be tracked until he releases it. Sensible use, given that Batman probs tracks it if it does.)

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Velma: I’m not afraid of you, Crane. Fear is an illogical reaction to an imagined threat.

Crane:

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Crane: Fearless, then. Intelligent. Proud and stubborn. You remind me very much of the one person in this world I care about.

uhhhhhh

Yourself? Harley? Edward Nygma? Ichabod the raven? Idk, I’m honestly curious as to where this thread will go 🤔🤔🤔

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Fred, leaning against the Mystery Machine: Guys, it’s gonna be okay. She told me!

O_o

Fred? Honey? Are you sure you weren’t supposed to join Crane in the transport vehicle back to Arkham?

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OH SWEET JESUS SHAGGY GREW YAOI HANDS

WHAT THE HECK

THAT’S WAY MORE UNNERVING THEN YOU GUYS NOT BEING AFRAID ANYMORE

(although the fact that they’re both unsettled by NOT constantly shaking or having their heart racing is honestly kind of heartbreaking. Y’all need therapy, good grief)

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Shaggy and Scooby just chewed up candy (wrapper and all) to make themselves a Halloween costume of… what looks like barfed-up candy (ew)

Before then proceeding to dance so well that everyone around them also starts dancing in a 60s-70s era rainbow light show and giving them candy

I worry for these two sometimes - that kind of power seems to be getting to their head 😬😬😬

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Oh hey, acid green toxic waste is spilling from an 18-wheeler onto the Fear Toxin drones and emitting a purple pink haze that envelops a pumpkin patch! That won’t do anything suspicious at all I bet!

(wait is Poison Ivy going to come into this at some point)

(also major kudos to the music here - very 80s horror synth, I like)

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So the Pumpkins have grown faces, limbs, consciousness, the ability to fly and a lust for human flesh

And they appear to be led by the Pumpkin King of the Pumpkin Patch mentioned in the Charlie Brown Halloween special

He’s not as friendly as I pictured him being, sadly 😕

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Why is this random ass cop coming up to FD&V to say that they’re in over their heads… AFTER the mystery’s been solved?

Like dude, you’re only making yourself suspicious at this point, go home

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Huh, interesting - the gang are being interviewed for a tv news network while they’re considered the town heroes

Why am I getting bad vibes from this…

Eh, it’s probably nothing

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Velma: {Shaggy and Scooby} are, um… REALLY into the Halloween spirit.

Shaggy: THIS ISN’T COSPLAY, VELMA!

I’m dying 😂

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Holy Shit

Velma just snapped and went off on Shaggy and Scooby for acting scared and doing nothing to help wrap up the mystery

(even though these guys are the ONLY reason that the gang didn’t have to choose between setting Scarecrow free and poisoning the entire town for 3 days straight, but hey, what do I know - I’m just writing an in-depth reaction post to this movie and taking note of details like this, clearly I know nothing *eye roll*)

Last time I saw Velma critique the guys’ usual mystery solving shenanigans, it was much more low-key and without knowing they were nearby

But I’m sure that’s just a coincidence

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What the

Bills?

Bills?!?!

Fred just mentioned that fixing the Mystery Machine was going to leave a hefty bill and that they may need to get dishwashing jobs to earn money

Which is more of a job you might expect a high schooler to get on the go and yet

They actually have to pay bills

How old are they here??!

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wait a tic

THIS is how they introduce Bill Nye?

He just calls up Velma with no explanation other than Velma saying “Oh hey, it’s Bill Nye!”

I just - what?!?!

How do you know him so well that he can just pull up your number and call you, and then geT YOU A NEW FREAKING CAR LIKE

WHAT?!?!?!?

Was there a Scooby episode with him in the past two years where the fcuk did this come from

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Also the car is dressed like Bill Nye

And he can talk to the gang directly as the car

So that he can solve mysteries with them whenever he wants

This… this was not what I was expecting to come about from the Bill Nye cameo

(alas, poor predictions of being Crane’s roommate, you will not come to pass this day) 😔

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Ooooo, purple haze throbbing on the horizon! That’s always a good sign of things to come! 😀

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And now Daphne’s… asking Elvira to mentor her fashion wise. And Elvira’s taking her on as her unpaid intern/personal assistant.

Yooo, movie, can you pick a direction and stick with it for Daphne? You’ve gone from her spewing outdated slang to wanting a costume for trick-or-treating, and now this.

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Welp, now I can say I saw a giant pumpkin dog vore an old woman

I didn’t WANT to see that mind, but I guess I can say it now 😐

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OH SHIT NO

IT TURNED HER INTO A FLYING PUMPKIN SHAPED LIKE HER FACE

ABSOLUTELY UNSETTLING, 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

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At least we get a nice scene of Daphne kicking the pumpkins’ collective butt

Something normal

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Elvira: WOW! You’re a regular Mary Sue!

*falls over cackling*

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And now there’s a giant purple fissure opening up in the concrete to swallow the town of Crystal Cove whole

(good, i whisper softly into the darkness of my living room. Let it fall)

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Man, I feel so bad for this single father right now

He’s gotten wrapped up in all of this nonsense with his daughter, and he is just Distraught at being chased by Jackal Lanterns, having the town collapsing under his feet, and having to gorge jump in his sedan to get away from the worst of it

It’s okay, Mike Dad - we would feel the same way in your shoes

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Hologram Bill Nye is wearing Cat ears and cat whiskers/nose, and is cleaning his hands like a cat cleans its paws

Why was this the movie we found out Bill Nye was a furry

Why Warner Bros

Why would you inflict this upon us in a Scooby Doo-Scarecrow mystery

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Hey, can Jonathan Crane return now? The movie needs its dignity back.

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A clue on the whys here - the town was built on top of a MASSIVE lithium deposit, with the talks to mine it being scrapped due to environmental concerns. That’s actually a decent lead in for why some

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Welp

The Jackal Lanterns just went full Mad Max with the Halloween Parade floats and cars

No, I don’t have any idea why either, just roll with it

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Nice, they confirmed that Fred’s full name is still Frederick Herman Jones XD

Also a great little action sequence with Daphne - while there’s not much movement, they frame the scene dynamically, with some good quick wordplay. Very nice.

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Velma has a mind palace

Aight

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Velma: Shaggy, I could kiss you!

Oh, to hear this as a child, when I still hardcore shipped Shelma *sigh*

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Oh thank gods we’re going back to Scarecrow again

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Shaggy ate some Scooby Snacks, leapt out of a moving vehicle, and onto the backs of two flying pumpkins that he promptly reined in to fly to Crane’s prison transport

...yet again, I am amazed at the sentences I am led to type for Scooby Doo DTVs

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Ah, how very Hannibal Lector of you, Jon

Man, he actually looks very meek in normal clothes - red long-sleeved shirt and grey slacks

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Hmmm

So Crane ISN’T behind the Jackal Lanterns - in fact he’s outright befuddled by them. This means his whole spiel to Velma earlier about both of them being caught in the same trap was… metaphorical? The breakdown doesn’t actually go into WHY he thinks they’re in the same trap - Crane’s whole schtick is tied to accepting fear, not denying it, so why would they be the same?

Either way, someone is using both him and Mystery Inc to do something to Crystal Cove (please be Red Herring, please be Red Herring, please be Red Herring)

Actually, that reference at the beginning really WAS a red herring - they framed it as being Jon the whole time when it wasn’t. Kudos!

Additional kudos to having Jon be seen more out of mask than in - he is a looker, and I aim to look as much as I can ;)

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Annnnd Daphne’s now trying to convince Elvira to switch clothes with her

I don’t get it - how on earth did we get from Daphne trying to find a good costume for trick-or-treating to asking Elvira to switch oh there it is nevermind.

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There is literally a scene where a giant buzzsaw is slicing towards Crane

and he just

stares at it

going “huh, that’s different”

And I LOVE IT

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And here we have another fascinating scene: Velma going to free Crane from his cell, as Daphne tells her to just leave him to die by pumpkin

I’m wondering if they meant to draw a parallel between the two here - Velma starts by reciting a nursery rhyme, then overcoming her fears in order to release madness to take control. It’s not done very cleanly - mainly bc we barely have any time with Crane in this movie - but I wonder if they meant to insinuate that Crane was like Velma once, where he refused to acknowledge he was afraid, which caused him to lose focus on his initial goals

Idk, ignore my ramblings

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Crane, smirking: I’ll need my personal effects - extenuating circumstances.

Me, fanning myself: I’ll need you to remove yours first

(i am not even kidding, Crane is an absolute DILF in this movie and it flusters me. Stupid sexy animation)

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YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

SCARECROW TO THE MOTHERFCUKING RESCUE BABY, SCYTHE AND FCUKING ALL!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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FCUK YEAH THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

HE HAS A DANCE LIKE QUALITY WITH SOME OF HIS FIGHTING MOVES

VIOLENT DANCING BRINGS THE GIANT JACKAL LANTERN DOWN BABY

THEN HE BACKFLIPS AND GYMNASTIC SWINGS INTO THE VAN

ROCK IT SCARECROW FCUKING ROCK IT

(minor note here, but the subtitles show Dr. Crane instead of Scarecrow - unsure if that’s more that the movie calls him Dr Crane or if it indicates he’s acting more heroic than villainous)

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GODDAMNIT

THE GIANT PUMPKIN SNUCK VINES INTO THE VAN AND STOLE HIM BACK

WHEN CRANE WAS... wearing a seatbelt before, but isn’t now.

...

BOOOOO

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Yet again, we find a Scooby movie that attempts character development, but with Velma

Unlike Shaggy’s Showdown however, I’m mixed on how successful it is.

For starters, Velma hasn’t been this cocksure in other DTVs we’ve seen, so it’s a bit odd to see it now. While not 100% out of place - after all, the gang DID capture one of Batman’s Rogues Gallery on their own - it still feels a touch forced. Compare that to Shaggy’s Showdown, where Shaggy has ALWAYS been a coward (one that, in more recent years, writers have had willing to abandon his friends for safety), so the character development there feels more natural.

The progression of events with Velma actually work somewhat okay - but again, here’s where past DTVs come to bite them in the ass. The past handful have had the gang be wrong, have had them fail, or catch the wrong guy. This makes Velma’s attitude here at odds with the other films, something that sticks more due to a character that’s appeared in the past few films as a minor inconvenience - a Sheriff who keeps telling the gang not to interfere, they’re doing things wrong, etc. If this had been a character who was completely wrong in the past AND SHOWN TO BE WRONG FOR HIS OPINIONS, while the gang never guessed wrong, this would work much better. Unfortunately, it doesn’t, and here we are.

I think it would have flowed better if Velma’s cockiness came solely from catching Crane on their own. Have a random cop character or reporter or whatever (just not the recurring cop), insinuate that the gang is in too deep with Scarecrow, that he should be handled by the adults or professionals or whatever. Velma could bristle, overcompensate, and THEN fall from her pedestal like we see, reach out to the gang and commiserate over feeling scared, and grow. Again, it’s not too far to reach for, but they handle it poorly; as a result, the outcome feels a little more shoehorned in.

It’s an honest shame, bc we haven’t had a Velma centered story since Frankencreepy, and we all remember what a hideous fcuking mess THAT was *shudders*. Still, it somewhat gets its point across, I guess.

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Fred why did you rip your shirt off

Actually better question why do you not have nipples

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Awwwwwww

Velma just apologized to Shag and Scoob for snapping at them earlier, and admits how she doesn’t appreciate how much they make Mystery Inc what it is

Also she eats a Scooby Snack with them and admits they taste pretty good

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Huh

Velma’s mind palace is the Mystery Machine driving through space

Also Shaggy and Scooby are able to telepathically follow her in and communicate with her

Literally, they actually followed her into her head telepathically, and show her their memories of things she hasn’t gotten to see tonight (while also possibly enhancing her ability to remember things, given how much DETAIL she captures perfectly of things that she would maybe have glimpsed in a millisecond AT MOST)

...another tally for Crack Theory A of magic! Shaggy and Scooby *scribbles*

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Fred, be very very thankful that there are no people operating those pumpkins in person cause uhhhh

Those traps would be spraying red instead of orange

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Another weird music choice - the gang goes up to fight the Jackal Lanterns, but the music is the same 60s bubble we heard earlier

Not terribly atmospheric, really

(wouldn’t a Smashing Pumpkins cover of Scooby Doo be more appropriate, or did you guys spend all your money on hiring Elvira and Bill Nye?)

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Dang

Velma just admitted her fears and jumped into the mouth of the Mega Pumpkin, before getting Fred to use the app from earlier to shut it down, revealing it to be a giant drone surrounded by smaller pumpkin drones

This feels… counterintuitive, but I’ll try to explain at the end

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Okay

I’ll admit it

The Whodunnit is actually pretty decent in concept

There was a sprinkling of tidbits that could be assembled for the final conclusion and still make a decent amount of sense, all to find the sheriff doing it

Only he isn’t a sheriff

He’s a former Tech CEO who was also busted by the gang years ago in a case the Sheriff kept bringing up throughout the movie - due to his prison sentence, he lost more than half his wealth and the opportunity to expand it further with the Crystal Cove Lithium deposits

He was also someone who sold tech to Crane for his fear toxin distribution, where he got the idea to frame him for it

(tho on a side note, Crane is an absolute dork and a terrible liar - just look at the email he sent XD and that profile pic, my gods)

He deliberately picked at the gang for the past few DTVs (specifically 2: Return to Zombie Island and Curse of the 13th Ghost) to fracture their confidence, undermine them, etc - all so that in one fell swoop, he could retake his fortune, frighten everyone in town away from the mines so they couldn’t interfere, frighten away the gang (while also ruining their reputation as mystery solvers), and take Crane off the docket so he couldn’t identify the CEO when he pretended to be the sheriff

This… is actually a pretty damn good plan, for a Scooby villain. He was patient, manipulative, and clever, learning how best to tie up loose ends and win back what he lost. A clever revenge story that came so close to coming to fruition, and could have honestly been sold convincingly…

...if it hadn’t been done so much better in Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed.

Yeeeaaaah, this movie basically lifts the rough framework up from that one - past mystery villain comes back to attack the gang and ruin their reputation (tho this one decides to also make his fortune back and tie up loose ends with former criminal contacts, a la Crane). Gang is embarrassed in front of the news folk, another villain is framed for it (like Old Man Wickles of the Black Knight fame), and the gang must reconcile to foil the villain for good.

Although it also??? Merges elements of Frankencreepy in it?? The movie is focused on Velma, who is struggling to admit when she’s wrong (which ties into her fear, somehow… I’ll think on that point a little) and things purportedly go haywire when she won’t bend. This… isn’t illustrated as well here, since there’s very little direct cause-and-effect from Velma’s actions that would prove this point - that insisting her way is the right, best, and therefore only way to go ends up making things worse.

As much as I despised Frankencreepy (and I DESPISED IT), it did do that part well - showing that refusing to budge on something can lead to you hurting your friends (literally, in that one), and that admitting you were wrong and need help isn’t the end of the world.

(that movie also had former villains returning to gain vengeance upon the gang using psychological warfare, hm - may need to go over that one again, unfortunately).

It’s a shame, too - the basic elements for this plot are all here, they just need to be polished and reworked a bit to make a really fascinating movie.

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Anyways, back to the asshat CEO who just… faked being a sheriff. Because white people can get away with that so long as they have the outfit and the car *throws up hands* (the sad part is this is probably something that actually happens)

As he drives away we see a familiar silhouette looming in the cornfields, watching him approach

Velma had Bill Nye on speaker, so he could record the entire confession for the federal officers nearby (who were taking Scarecrow back to Arkham), and track the phone signal to his exact location

And right as his holographic call cuts out, we see the shadow of a Scarecrow looming over him, causing him to scream.

When the feds arrive at his final location, both his body and the money have vanished. The car still sits, engine running, before the crows leering over him from the field vanish into the sky.

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Now that he’s dead, the gang walks and finds themselves at a Halloween party, with friendly faces and good food. The mystery is solved, though the culprit may never be found again.

Then Daphne admits to NOT trying to steal Elvira’s costume for Halloween, but instead trying to steal Elvira’s identity and replace her.

Something that she’s apparently nearly gotten away with on past mysteries working with Phillis Diller

*sighs* movie, why couldn’t you just stick to the costume schtick? This is just… so much worse.

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From there, Elvira walks off to wrap things up, reveal the monster face on the back of her head sans wig (which was also a monkey), and start the credits, where we see the gang working to bring the Mystery Machine back to its former glory a la Frankenstein pastiche.

This movie… this movie is a hot mess, but at least it’s an OKAY hot mess.

It really does feel like someone started writing a decent Velma-focused movie concerning the Scarecrow and a past Mystery Inc villain interfering, but was bogged down by notes from higher-ups: Wait! Write in Elvira! Also write in Bill Nye! Hey, let’s have a Mad Max car chase with the Jackal Lanterns! And have Daphne obsessed with literally becoming Elvira! Also make reference to things that we’ll insist be explained this way instead of a way that makes sense! Great!

(seriously tho, we never find out who Crane cares about most that reminds him of Velma, what the heck?)

It’s like two or three different scripts were smooshed together without being cleaned up - stuff is said that doesn’t get resolved, the celebrity guests don’t get to breathe much and feel squished together, and the build-up for the villain feels… less impactful, even knowing that he’s been in the past two films.

It might have worked if he’d been in… let’s say like 5 or 6 DTVs in a row, speaking roles for dissing the gang growing in each (ex start with “Good job kids! But maybe next time, leave it to the professionals, okay?” and growing more bitter from there), but only 2 feels kind of meh. Still, I do appreciate the clues we got to collect together, and they all work in the final breakdown of the scheme - some DTVs can feel like they pull stuff completely out of nowhere, so kudos there.

I appreciate what they wanted to do with Velma - give her a character development arc similar to Shaggy’s in Shaggy’s Showdown. Unfortunately, it wasn’t set up quite so neatly: they blended her ‘refusal to admit fear’ with her overconfidence that she was always right, and it led to a weird conclusion. To face her fears, she leapt into the Giant Pumpkin, which… proved that she was right all along about it being fake, and that solves things somehow. It doesn’t address how she can get something wrong sometimes, it doesn’t really address what she’s afraid of (which is honestly quite good: she’s afraid of failing in a way that allows bad guys to escape justice and in a way that hurts her friends), it’s just a bit of a mess. Points for aiming the focus the right way (and in a way that DOESN’T sexualize the underage teenage girl, unlike some DTVs cough cough Frankencreepy cough cough), but it’s very very messy how it goes about it.

The movie actually balanced pretty well for the whole gang - no excessive focus on one leaving the rest in the dust (too much at least - Fred was a touch underdeveloped, but nowhere near as annoying as past iterations have been. Shaggy and Scooby were kind of meh in some places but great in others, while Daphne was just odd. I think they were trying to recapture the BCSD Daphne characterization, but they failed. Still, she did spend some good time kicking ass with the pumpkins, so that was fun.

Now for the Rogue, Jonathan Crane. If you like Crane, this movie gives you: maniacal Scarecrow, calm and creepy Crane, a brief glimpse at fanboy!Crane (he admits in his own awkward way that he’s a fan of Elvira, and later tells her he loves her work - it’s fun), and (best of all for me) a heroic Crane - one who helps the protagonists and ends up kicking ass pretty damn well, brief as it was. And while DILF Crane is always a treat, he feels underutilized in this. In comparison, Scooby Doo/Batman Brave and the Bold really utilized a lot of different aspects of Riddler, to the point he actually does feel pretty menacing by the third act. It’s a shame we don’t quite get that with Crane, but I do love seeing him 1. More out of mask, and 2. Acting as a good guy (in his own way), so he’s enjoyable on the whole.

I kind of wish that the whole movie was spent more with Crane, but again, the script is a bit of a mess on this part - the fact that he’s not completely screwed over is a goddamn miracle.

Elvira was… okay. She didn’t have much of a purpose beyond getting the plot started and giving Daphne some hooks to play off of. Bill Nye (abrupt as his introduction was) did provide some necessary elements to the mystery, as well as the tech; he wasn’t too bad by the end. (still a touch bitter we didn’t get ex roommate Nye, but hey, what can you do)

Humor was… mixed. Some good, some meh, but very few long enough to feel painful. Some bits felt extraneous at times, but they did help to build to the conclusion, so points for effort.

At the end of the day though, I’m probably keeping this more for Jonathan Crane than anyone else. It does have a lot of fanfic potential tho 🤔🤔🤔

That’s all from me tonight, folks! Hope you enjoyed my own little breakdown of the movie.

#happy halloween scooby doo #plush reviews: final thoughts #jonathan crane #scarecrow #spoilers

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tsc-living · 4 years

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KitTy in Lockdown

I am back and better than ever (probably not lol) and even though my posting schedule is non-existent I haven’t forgotten about you guys or the blog, and I do want to write when I have the time. I hope you love the fic, and I hope you guys leave me all the nicest comments and give me all the reblogs :’)

Also like, idk it probs deserves a PG warning so heed that and only read if you can deal with the allusion of sex and swearing. K thanks xx

Kit hadn’t seen Ty in a very long time but meeting him again at a bar of all places, in the middle of London, had felt like coming home. The sight of his old best friend had been enchanting and mesmerising, and even though he was slightly drunk, he couldn’t have stopped himself saying hello.

How they ended up tangled in his sheets in his small London apartment escapes him, even now that he is awake and watching Ty sleep. Ty sleeps perfectly still apart from his slow, rhythmic breathing, and he is so tall that his toes stick out the end of Kit’s blue and black blanket. Kit slowly lifts the top of the blanket and peers down, just to confirm his suspicion that they were both naked, and that his memories of the night before weren’t blurred. Well fuck me sideways I slept with Tiberius Blackthorn. Ty stirred and stretched, a long lock of black hair falling into his mouth and pushed it away sleepily, opening his eyes slowly. They stared up at Kit and he frowned, which Kit supposed was a fair response to waking up in a strange bed next to the boy you were friends with as a teenager.

“Good morning,” Kit said, raising his eyebrows. Ty did what Kit had done moments before and lifted the blanket to peer down at their bodies, only to lower the blanket and sigh dramatically.

“I wasn’t just dreaming then,” Ty said, and Kit smirked, his tummy alighting with fuzzies.

“Do you often dream about fucking me?” Kit asked. Ty scrunched his nose up and shook his head.

“You don’t need to be so vulgar,” Ty told him, and Kit felt suitably reprimanded.

“You didn’t answer the question though,” he pointed out. Ty ignored him, slipping from the bed gracefully and reaching to the floor to pick up a pair of black trousers while Kit admired the muscles rippling under his skin.

“I’m going home,” Ty said, “I’m sure the London Institute is worried for me,” he added as if to explain to Kit where his home was.

“Are you really leaving?” Kit asked, trying to summon his stomach from his shoes. Ty looked over at him, staring hard at Kit’s bare shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked and Kit shrugged, sinking against his bed frame.

“I don’t know. I just got you back, I didn’t expect to lose you so soon.”

“Well Christopher, you left the first time and now it is my turn,” Ty said, his voice steel. Kit didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what there was that he could say. He felt small, and he felt hurt, and he hated to admit that he still felt guilty for leaving Ty. He had missed him for six years, ached to reach out to him and talk to him, but by the time he had been ready… Ty was already a Centurion in charge of his own missions and roaming far and wide. Kit hadn’t wanted to interrupt his life.

“Do you know where the door is?” Kit asked as Ty finished dressing himself and reached for his shoes.

“Yes,” Ty said, “You don’t have to get up.”

Kit opened his mouth to say goodbye, but Ty was already moving towards the bedroom door and he closed it behind him with a definitive click. Kit licked his lips and sank deeper into his bed; the side Ty had slept in already growing cold. He groaned and reached out to his phone, clicking the screen on to check the battery. He had 4% which was enough to check the latest Shadow world and mundane news headlines. There was the threat of a pandemic going around and, just like the rest of England, Kit had been waiting for the Prime Minister to call a complete lockdown to try and help the situation.

England to Lockdown, Effective from 9am Today

Kit read the first headline twice before checking the time. 9.37am.

He leapt from his bed, ignoring his own clothes, and raced after Ty to stop him from breaking the law, but Ty hadn’t gone very far. He was standing at Kit’s front door, looking down at his own mobile with his back to Kit.

“Ty…” Kit whispered, but there wasn’t really anything he could say.

“Don’t Kit, I don’t want to hear it,” Ty said, unravelling a greying pair of earphones and plugging them into his phone.

“Do you want something to eat?” Kit asked quietly. Ty paused his fidgeting and glanced over at him; his familiar eyes troubled.

“What do you have?” He asked. Kit remembered what Ty was like for food and he thought over the contents of his kitchen, praying for something Ty would like.

“I have rice, bread and butter, honey… uh,” Kit paused and smiled, “I can make pancakes? I think I remember how Julian made them?” Kit suggested. Ty hesitated, everything about him was tense, but he nodded eventually. Kit’s smile turned into a grin, “Okay great, the kitchen is to your right, I’m going to have a shower and get dressed.”

“Okay,” Ty said, but when Kit turned and began towards his bathroom, Ty followed him. Kit felt a bubble of nerves, but he didn’t stop his old friend from following him into his bathroom or flinch when Ty began undressing again while Kit turned on the shower.

“Can you turn the fan on?” Kit asked, gesturing at the switch on the wall. Ty obliged, kicking his trousers off at the same time. Kit blew hot air out between his teeth as he took in the sight of Ty again, now completely sober and aware that he would be spending an indefinite amount of time with him.

“Don’t stare at me,” Ty said, and Kit smiled.

“You undressed in front of me, I can stare if I want to.”

“You are also naked,” Ty pointed out. Kit laughed and struck a ridiculous pose.

“Stare away,” he said. Ty’s cheeks went pink. “Are you coming in the shower?” Kit asked, pulling back the curtain. Ty nodded and Kit gestured at him to lead the way.

Ty didn’t help Kit make the pancakes, he just watched from the barstool on the opposite side of the countertop, one earphone pressed into his ear and the other trailing down the front of a borrowed sweatshirt.

“Do you want anything on them?” Kit asked and Ty shook his head. Kit had nerves in his stomach, knowing that it was very possible Ty wouldn’t like the pancakes and get upset. He watched with bated breath as Ty picked one up and rolled it before taking a small bite.

“I like it,” he said and took a bigger bite. Kit sighed in relief and leant on the counter, reaching to get one for himself and drowning it in golden syrup.

“Are you going to find a way to get back to the Institute?” Kit asked, looking down at his plate.

“We aren’t allowed to leave,” Ty said, but Kit knew that there were ways Ty could leave without breaking the new lockdown law.

“We could reach out to Magnus or Clary?” Kit suggested. “They could create Portals and get you back home,” he explained, looking up at Ty who was eating his second plain pancake and watching Kit.

“I guess so. Is that what you want?”

“No, I want you to stay. I want to know what it was like at the Scholomance, hear about your crazy Centurion adventures… find out what I have missed since I left,” Kit said, and he knew he sounded sad, but he felt heartbroken. He had been so young and so lost when he left Ty all those years ago. Now they were 21 and he grieved for the years that he should have had with Ty. He missed what they, clearly, could have been if he had stayed.

“Then I will stay. And I will tell you, and you will tell me what you have been doing for the past six years. We can pretend that I never have to leave, and this will never end,” Ty said, his voice the gentlest it had been since waking up in Kit’s bed. Kit nodded, wondering if he was going to cry. He knew the fifteen-year-old inside him wanted to cry.

“Can I kiss you?” Kit asked, his voice quiet. Ty looked genuinely surprised, but he nodded his head and put his pancake down.

“Why did you ask? We kissed last night, and this morning,” Ty said as Kit went around the counter to him. With Ty seated, they were the same height and Kit put his hand gently on Ty’s and used his other to tilt his chin.

“Because those kisses were a steppingstone to get to where we did…” Kit said, and then pressed his lips gently to Ty’s. This kiss wasn’t fevered and hungry like every other kiss since seeing each other the night before. It was soft, it alighted a warmth inside Kit that spread from his stomach to his toes and made his cheeks go pink. It tasted like pancakes and golden syrup, and it made the years they had been apart fall away. “And that kiss,” Kit said, pulling away, “was a kiss we should have had a long time ago.”

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autisticangus · 3 years

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anyway im so out of the loop on the mcelboys

i pretty much only keep semi-up to date with Sawbones at this point, not cuz i dont still LIKE everything else, just a lot has been goin on in my life

if anyone wants a long and rambly update on All Of The Bullshit im gonna stick a read more down here, asks are open and its cool to message me abt any of it if u want cuz i have some really nice and cool followers/mutuals here that make me comfy talkin abt that shit

as far as the future of this blog goes i wanna start using it more again! the mcelroys have gotten me out of some really dark places before so i hope having more connection to this community and the people here and their content again will help me like it has in the past! ill probs post more general mcelroy content here than previously rather than just taz btw i just gotta fuckin uhhhhh,,,, catch up on a bunch of shit again before this blog is even semi active lmaoo but im like alive and on tumblr regularly again!!

Wow u clicked on this and wanna hear me talk? Ur awesome and sweet, thanks for caring!

These past two years have been extraordinarily tough. This is gonna be a pretty long and detailed post that deals with the sensitive topics of emotional abuse, abusive relationships, and alcoholism. Please read on with caution.

Back in March of 2019, so this was about 3-4 months after i left tumblr, I got a new boyfriend and things started out really good, he was kind of a "bad boy" and it was fun at first. Im kind of a goody-goody so it was very interesting for me at first to be with someone so different who had such different life experiences than me. I liked hearing his stories of living in a traphouse, and running with gangs, and selling drugs, and knowing people who had killed people. I assumed a LOT of it was lies, obviously, who just brags about that shit u know? I just rolled with it, didnt take it seriously, and found the imagined scenarios interesting to listen to. So much of it was obviously played up to make him seem cooler, and I shouldve seen that as the red flag it was, and all my friends did but I didnt.

He had a serious alcohol problem, I mean I had coffee in the morning and he had 2 four lokos before noon. it was bad. about 6 months into the relationship he decided i was cheating on him with my ex who i had recently reconnected with, we missed being friends and things were really going well talking and being friends again, he was really important to me! but my boyfriend saw this as yet another thing i was doing wrong. when he decided i was cheating, that become his focus of alcoholic rage. nearly every time he got drunk, which was several times a week, he would accuse me of things, he would yell and scream, he would call me horrible names and make me cry for literal hours, he never hit me but that shouldnt even matter, i was emotionally battered and mentally bruised and everything hurt. he gaslit me into believing i said and did things i never said or did, i admitted to things that were not real, and then i was yelled at for admitting them. i didnt know what to do.

he was threatening my ex too, he would get drunk and say he knew where he lived (he didnt) or he knew what car he drove (he didnt) and explained to me many times that although he had never killed someone, people had been killed before at his command. he said a bullet in the back of my ex’s brain was just a phone call and $500 away. somedays he would tell me he was just going to do it himself, with a hammer, or a kitchen knife, or whatever weapon he could get his hands on during his explanation of how he would do it. my only option was to agree, to say it didnt matter to me what happened to him, i had to pretend my on

/ly concern was him going to jail for the crime, if i showed any sign that i didn’t want my ex murdered, it clearly meant i was cheating on him.

i pretended to block my ex on social media to get him off my back and it worked a little bit but he still brought it up. and even if he didnt directly mention him, he would always tell me when he was drunk that i was the cause of all his problems, i was why he was so self conscious, i was why he drank so much, i was why he had to work so hard, i was why every single issue he had was happening. logically i knew it was wrong, but i was so conditioned to it by then that i just went with it. i knew that agreeing and apologizing made the fighting end quicker.

things spiraled this past summer. his job needed us to relocate so we moved like 4 states away, away from all my family and friends, and lived in a tiny hotel room for a month. during this time, his drinking was somehow worse. he was drunk literally every night but he was passing out so we didnt fight and i was relieved. i was depressed being stuck in the hotel room all day alone, but thankful i wasnt being abused at least. then he started getting into drunken fistfights with his coworkers in the hotel parking lot. one day he came home just in time to find one of his drunk coworkers trying to break into the room with me there desperately trying to keep him out. i was terrified and wanted to go home but he convinced me to stay. a couple weeks after that we travelled for his work again several more states away. his drinking got a little bit better here, but i was so depressed and lonely, i was so isolated, he was all i saw day in and day out besides his coworkers and i was nervous around them. one day the guy who tried to break in on me, purposefully, while drunk, hit another coworkers car and totaled it and tried to run the guy over and i saw the whole thing. a week later my boyfriend was also fired because he got so drunk he passed out in the hotel parking lot and the company needed to save face with the hotel after the whole car incident.

so we travelled back home, but not my home, to his where we lived isolated on a mountain with no phone signal or wifi. the house was old and not well kept from being empty for several years, half the appliances didnt work. i was more isolated than i have ever been in my life. for 4 months i stayed there and just dreaded him coming home because i knew he would be drunk again and he'd yell or accuse me of things or otherwise belittle me. it was horrible. my friends all said to leave and my parents said to leave but i was so brainwashed into thinking that if i was just a good little housewife and if i just stayed home and did the dishes and the laundry that he would be nicer but he still found things to point at and say i was cheating. he was also becoming really controlling about my food intake and weight and i already struggle with an eating disorder so that just made me feel even more like i had to stay, my brain felt like if i wasnt under his watchful eye id gain weight again, like somehow it was thanks to him i had lost weight and not my own choices.

one day last week i expressed to him wanting to leave, saying how unhappy i was, i told him how sad i felt and how i didnt think we were such a good match. he didnt take me seriously, so the next day when he got sloppy drunk before 5 pm i packed a small bag and went to my moms. i was just gonna stay for a night or two but he called and screamed at me for leaving without telling him, i told him he just didnt remember me telling him because he was so drunk, and he accused me of not caring about his feelings and made me sound like the bad guy for leaving without his permission. i told him it was just for a few days but the angrier he got the more i knew i was in the right and told him i was done. i told him we were breaking up and id come get my stuff soon.

i got my stuff while he was at work this past weekend and moved in with my best friend. im safe and happy now. things are looking so much better for me and im so thankful to my friends and family who supported me all the way to the end.

i just wanted to make this post because, i know its not mcelroy related, and a lot of ppl probably dont care for stuff like this on this kind of blog, but i think its important.

its important to friends and family of people in abusive relationships to be steady. dont give up your ground. even if the person keeps pushing back and wont leave the person, keep being there for them, it can take a long time, it took me almost 2 years to leave, it takes some people even longer, but just stay there for them and be there for them when they finally make that step. dont give up on them.

and to those who have been in these kinds of relationships, and especially those who are there right now: it is not your fault. it is so, so hard to leave, i know, but please try to find help and support and resources to do it. if all your friends dont like someone, theres a good reason for it. please dont fall into the trap of thinking your friends dont have the best intentions for you. there are so many things you may overlook in the moment that others can see from a mile away are horrible. especially if you have been abused in the past. its incredibly hard to tell what is a red flag when your gut instinct is that anything and everything is a red flag. surround yourself with people who you can trust and listen to them

and trust me, i know how hard it is when youre stuck in that spot of KNOWING you should go but fearing that first step away. its scary. its difficult. but it is worth it. find someone safe you can be with. and if you arent sure, find a reason to leave for just a few days, an excuse, anything. give yourself space from the abuser, tell yourself youre going back in a couple days, just get out from under the thumb long enough to clear your head and things will make more sense with the fog lifted.

when i first got in my car and put my kitten on my lap and told her we were going to my moms for a couple nights, i didnt know if that was the truth. i planned to come back and i knew i didnt want to. i only took enough stuff for a couple days. i couldnt imagine my life changing so drastically. where would i live? how would i make money? who take care of me? i had no clue about any of those things. but after a couple days away I realized i would take care of me. i remembered that i had worked jobs before i was with him, i could do it again. i remembered that i had options of where to live. all of those things were so clouded when i was with him, they felt like impossibilities. once i was away, even just for a short time, things were so much easier to parse.

and i know i had many privileges in this journey not everyone is afforded, and my heart goes out to those who read this and are in this situation and the options i had just arent accessible to you, i am so sorry, i wish i had something more to offer you but all i have is my story, and a wish that it gives you some hope at the very least, and a promise that if you need someone to talk to, im here, i will listen, and you will be heard and loved.

i just want everyone who reads to take something small but important away from it. love your friends, love yourself. please stay safe. please dont give up. remember love should not hurt.

#angus.txt #getting deep in here but it felt good to write #i love u all so much ok pls be good urselves

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gan-man · 4 years

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Curious to know if you plan to write a sort of prequel to mistakes were made???? Id like to know about how don felt while april and casey where dating and how he sorta came to terms with it??? Im a sucker when it comes to apritello angst and would read the frack out of this!!!

Maaan I would also read the frack out of this... someone pls give me a robot that’ll churn out excellent apritello fic for me! Someone else requested something similar a while back and I tried to tap something out but didn’t get very far with it. I wish I was the type of writer that was better at doing requests, but alas, that fickle ass writing muse of mine is a bitch to wrangle (laughs/cries)

but yeah Donnie obvs would’ve felt really shitty at first. But after not too long he would’ve rolled with the new normal bc he’s Donnie and he cares about them both and also all 4 turtles would probably be pretty damn good at the art of acceptance of ‘things they’ll never have’ by the time they hit their 20s. Since I’ll probs never continue this here’s most of what I had for that snippet!

“Ooh, a date, huh?” Donnie forces himself to chuckle.

April’s voice gets significantly softer, and she’s no longer looking at him. “A third date, actually.”

“Oh,” Donnie says, struck silent for a few seconds as the gears in his brain churn wildly, flipping through his recent memory at lightning speed to figure out what he’d missed. He couldn’t think of a damn thing, and that in turn was making him feel like such an idiot. Casey and April had been acting the way they’d always acted, and now they were suddenly—? “So, you guys are…?” He leaves it open for her to finish the sentence herself.

“Yeah.” is all she says with a little shrug. “I mean, it’s still pretty new. But yeah.”

Donnie nods, and nods some more. Knock it off with the nodding! Say something, stupid! He opens his mouth, and nothing comes out right away.

“I just,” April smooths a lock of red hair behind her ear. “wanted you to hear it from me?”

“Gotcha,” Don says, absentmindedly rubbing at an old scar on the back of his hand. Another dry little chuckle bubbles up from his windpipe, as if he can’t fathom the reason why she’d bother going through these motions. “Well, I appreciate the gesture, I guess.”

That’s not a good enough answer for April. The way she’s looking at him and then not looking at him... he can practically hear her voice pleading in his brain, please tell me this is okay and you’re okay and we’re okay.

That’s the moment Donnie forces himself to snap out of it, because there’s no good reason she should be wearing that hesitant expression, not when she’s just trying to tell her best friend about her new boyfriend—April doesn’t owe him a thing, never has. He gets over himself quickly, and tells her exactly what she wants to hear.

“Hey,” he says, giving her a perfectly friendly and lighthearted tap on the shoulder with his knuckles, waiting until she looks at him again. Her blue eyes meet his brown, and suddenly his mouth feels way too dry, and time pauses.

I’m in love with you and I’ve never told you to your face and that is just… somehow fucking killing me all of a sudden? his heart cries.

“If you’re happy, I’m happy, O’Neil,” he says instead, fixing his facial muscles into the perfect balance of serious and kind. As if those words were sufficient to explain away why they had to have this conversation in the first place, why April had to pull him aside like this and let him know first.

And... it actually surprises him, how much it physically hurts to hear the words coming out of his own mouth. To just be holding himself up, standing here and smiling at her. God dammit, this should not hurt this much. He doesn’t own April. She can, and should, date who she pleases. They’re just friends, and that is what they will stay, which is a long and well-established fact, therefore it’s so stupid to be feeling the way Donnie feels right now, like someone’s punched through his plastron with a rusty screwdriver and is now slowly twisting it into his heart... aaand twisting, and twisting.

Pff. He can barely hold back an eye roll at his own dramatics. So illogical. Just... ridiculous.

#apritello #i hope that could give u a lil mini apritello angst fix anon!#donatello #april o'neil #fic #apritello fic #gan writes

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Hey I'm sorry to bother you, but I was putting together a post about david harbour's cryptic instagram posts and one in specific where it is explained how rainbows work and then randomly "a pale stuffed yellow lion" is mentioned and I remember you had a post where you mention the lion symbolism in stranger things. I know we shouldn't put too much faith in what actors say about there shows, just wondering what your thoughts were

@helloitisiamazing messages/questions are never a bother, so don’t worry about it :)

I don’t have instagram, so I didn’t know about this …

But i think this relates to my DiD theory (about Will).Please read theory first to avoid confusion.

The prequel novel established Psychics hallucinate rainbows when they use their powers.

In the prequel novel “Suspicious Minds” Both Alice and Terry when using their powers had hallucinations of a rainbow, Kali also formed a visual-allusion of sunflowers and a rainbow (implying all 3 have seen this rainbow, as well, when using their powers). And when Will was very young- he drew that ‘rainbow ship’-implying he has powers .

-Terry: “Spots bloomed behind her eyelids. Every color … as the sunlight turned to rainbows” ( p44-45), “The rainbow stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: darkness. A pit.”(p. 48). “streaks of rainbow appeared (p47)”, “Wavy rainbows seemed to radiate from her hand even once she stilled it. (p. 88). “Her eyelids drifted shut, rainbows and sparks flying behind them. (p. 89).

-Alice: (who sees visions of the future) : “Snarling, snapping monsters, rainbow lights playing in the air around them (p. 121).

-Kali using her powers: “field of yellow sunflowers grew up around them. A rainbow arcing over the golden tops.” (p. 139). “He noticed she’d (Kali) drawn up there, a rainbow with her colored pencils.” Maybe he’d suggest that for the playroom” (the rainbow room we see in s2) (p. 298)

In the show, Terry also saw sunflowers and would chant “sunflower, rainbow” over and over -and in s2 Will had a sunflower book. And we were told Will drew a rainbow ship.

As far as Lions:

Will in s1 had a stuffed female lion and El had a male lion.

“Chinese guardian lions-are lion statues that are common guardians of villages (*Hawkins) and even private homes (*Castle Byers and El’s bed room). These lions can be a sign of protection of an individual or family. These lions are always depicted in pairs consisting of a male and a female, the female representing yin and the male yang. The ever-changing relationship between them is responsible for the constant flux of the universe. When, there is too great an imbalance between Yin and Yang, catastrophes can occur.”

I think this explains a very significant aspect of the show. When El was in great distress, she opened the gate- causing the disasters that later occurred in Hawkins. And after Will disappears, El appears to the audience for the first time. Hopper even tries to track down El, assuming it was Will who’s hair was shaved- because a witness said the kid with the buzzcut “could of been the Byers boy”. Mike even says “Do you really think it’s a coincidence we found her in the same place Will disappeared?”

The answer being ‘no’, it wasn’t a coincidence. We see as the show goes on, El who has never had a normal life, slowly gain normalcy in it. However, Will, at the same time, who was born into a relatively normal circumstances, has had his life become stranger and more entrenched in the supernatural. And as of the first 3 seasons, they’ve barely interacted (let alone bonded/are in balance)!They are imbalanced and because of this (symbolically)… catastrophe after catastrophe continue to occur!

When either Yin or Yang falls out of balance, they affect each other. That means they change their proportion and relationship to one another to achieve a new balance. There is normally a harmonious balance of Yin and Yang. However, they weaken — or consume — one another when they fall out of balance.”

“As an increase in one brings a corresponding decrease in the other, a correct balance between the two poles must be reached in order to achieve harmony”. “yin-yang represents the coherent fabric of nature and the mind (control of their psychic powers/ Will’s did & alters), and the interactions between the waxing and waning of the cosmic and human realms, and its harmonization (the real world vs the upside down/innerworlds)”

- Also…“Yin represents femininity, and water. While Yang represents masculinity and fire.”

The water and fire analogy is a consistent theme in the show. Will is always referenced with fire in both the comic and show . He drew his wizard character shooting fireballs in s1 and in the first ep he rolled the dice and yelled “fireball”, he had the ‘shadow monster ‘ exorcised out of him with fire, and in the comic he shoots a demogorgan and yells “fireball”. El’s element or ‘substance would be the opposite of fire, “water” - the sensory deprivation tanks are filled with water, the void floor is covered in water, she escaped the lab through a drainage pipe, was found by the gang in rain, looked at a reflection of herself in a puddle and cased ripples in it using her powers, in s3 is shown sinking in water /using goggles.

*When Hopper saw Will’s lion plushie in the upsidedown he had a flashback of sarah with her tiger plushie.

Will even has a tiger poster (shown in s1 &2) which is associated with both Sara Hopper & Kali.

Kali’s fav animal in the prequel novels is tigers. And Sara has a stuffed tiger (similar to El & Will’s stuffed felines).

In chinese mythology/culture: “The tiger is personified by the constellation Orion (interesting given Sara’s interest in space/blackholes). The tiger represents protection over human life (hmm?). Tiger charms were used to keep away evil and disease (that’s awful ironic if she died in the manner she did). In Buddhism, wearing tiger skins during meditations was believed to bring protection from spiritual interference and potential harm while exploring astral dimensions.”

Kali in ‘Suspicious Minds’ says…

“I was named after a goddess. She wore a tiger skin and was fierce in battle.”

Then Kali says to Alice (a women who can see future visions): “I love you, Alice. We can be tigers together.”

This parallel (in relation to Alice) is fascinating because Kali actually uses her powers to fake Alice’s death- and to trick Dr. Brenner, and allow Alice to escape. The allusion was so realistic, that Terry could even touch the ‘dead’ Alice.

So the tiger symbolism could be a HUGE hint- that Sarah’s death was simulated and she’ll come back and travel the innerworlds/alternate dimensions of Will’s mind (as Hopper’s guide). Hopper about sarah “galaxies the universe-she always understood that stuff.”

* so yes… Sara will come back. Since alters can have simulated ‘deaths’ and then resurrect later.

Also… a little of topic, but there’s a lot of animal symbolism in the series

- the fox, the owl, and the bear. We see this in El’s room (in Terry’s house) and castle Byers/ the byers house (in s1).Will has a bear and fox illustration in castle byers and a stuffed teddy bear in his room (in s1) and a stuffed owl (in s2). While El has multiple stuffed bear plushies (in s2-3) . And Terry (in El’s room, in s1-2) had fox and owl drawings on El’s bedroom wall.

Foxes, bears, and owls are all associated with wisdom - aka ‘Will the wise’.

*El’s room at Terry’s house also has bunnies (a ref to how Lonnie made Jonathan-and prob Will kill bunnies on hunting trips). The white rabbit is also a ‘alice and wonderland ‘ ref (when El was at Benny’s an alice and wonderland song played called -white rabbit).

* Also the first time we see butterflies (associated with kali) is actually in s1e1 cause there’s a butterfly painting above the phone Will electrocuted.

blue butterflies usually represents many things- love, change or rebirth, passage of time, or a malicious or vindictive spirit. These examples are prob the most applicable. Given that Kali is a goddess paradoxically associated with motherly love and violence ,giving freedom to children, and only killing demons in folklore.cough like those working at the Hawkins lab.

I Updated/revised this old post because i think it’s another solid did hint I wanted to talk about. David is (probably) showing us how his character is an alter of Will’s similar to Kali, El, Terry,and Sarah.Why he brings up the sunflowers/rainbows which are both connected to Will and the others I mentioned. I think it’s very possible sarah comes back -and Hopper while exploring the various ‘innerworlds’ of Will’s minds (like the Russian one, the memory scapes , etc ) reunites/ finds Sarah .And Sarah helps him . look at some of the season 4 movies: In ‘what dreams may come” a guy with his dead kid explore a heaven like world influenced by a painter’s emotions.We also have the movie ‘inside out’ -which involves “memory islands” (distinct worlds based on a child’s memories) which are influenced negatively by the kid being depressed since she moved to California. The characters traveling to these memory islands are constructs of kid’s mind -and 1 of them also has a guide helping them explore the ‘memory islands’.in Inception a guy says he’s a construct of a guy’s mind and needs to help/protect him escape the many different Ievels of the dream world.Hopper about sarah says “galaxies the universe-she always understood that stuff.” And sarah being associated with ‘tigers which are supposed to be used for protection while exploring astral dimensions (could foreshadow this).” I kind of assume movies like inception, matrix, Truman show, total recall, the cell, enter the void, wizard of oz, Peter Pan , hellraiser 2, dreamwarriors, bill & ted’s bogus journey, and welcome to marwen , also allude to this: because they involve entering simulated abstract worlds usually created from happy& traumatic memories / fears . And bladerunner 2044/total recall has the theme of false implanted memories… relating to hopper realizing he’s an alter and not in “actual Russia.” Before seeing the other segments of the innerworlds. Like in total recall- the bad ass spy is told all his memories:his wife/ years of marriage ,even his name, are just implanted memories. And she says “you’re life is a dream.” . And she says “you’re life is a dream.” Meanwhile (in assasain’s creed) an evil psychiatrist tells a character trapped at the facility -who can explore memories of another person (and who’s dad killed their mom-aka sort of like papa/terry ) that the reason she can go into a person’s memories is cause it’s her past life (aka El’s an alter). So I think that will play out in s4-5 somehow.

This hint also reminds me of when David played d&d and made his character a fireweilding wizard (who’s powers appeared at 14), has a ‘special connection’ to fin’s paladin, and doesn’t know who his dad is.

#stranger things #will byers #el hopper #kali prasad #sara hopper #jim hopper #stranger things theory #did theory

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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HS^2 bloggin’ upd8 2020-01-17

Alright, morningblogging yesterday’s 2020-01-17 upd8 to Homestuck^2 let’s go! Spoiler-free again. I kinda don’t want even the next chapter names image-spoiled above the cut anymore so I’m going to have to figure out WHAT to put above the cut in these liveblog posts for visual reinforcement... a unique silly icon? Going back once I’m done with the upd8 and posting something non-spoilery but weird-looking out of context?

Eh, can’t be assed. Just know that after this I’m going to pony up for the Patreon commentary and skim it for anything plot-useful to y’all (in a separate post). Let’s get started.

Okay, what’s next: Any bonuses? Oh, none! Phew. Unless those are coming faster too and just staggered differently, which would mean I gotta overcome my irrational pre-Homestuck-reading anxiety even MORE often. :T

No Homestuck you don’t GET to ask how my-- ah, right. :P

(FYI, HS^2 has been good to my emotions so far, quite a balm for the epilogues, so once I START reading I’m usually fine; but after being hurt so badly how could I possibly convince my lizard brain to trust it until it’s right in front of me? Seriously, just hearing that the upd8 has landed messes me up a bit until I come fix it by reading w/ y’all here.)

Okay, so whose feelings? As much as I’ve been waiting for Jade, I hope this isn’t about Jade.

> ==>

Ah fuck, we’re finally with the Pursuit Crew. Bracing myself. That means we get to see probably sleeping Jade ( :C ), full-swing DaveKat (approving nod), the first canon onscreen look at masculine-mode Roxy (<3), a probably pretty pissed off Kanaya (possibly either the feelings target, the one Saying How Are Your Feelings, or both), and uh... did they drag Callie along? Or leave her back there with her meta freakout? Probably left her back there, but... hm.

Let me turn up the brightness on this screen to sear these next pages into my retinas. (Also, it feels odd to still be using a four-person “==>” for these, although if Jade is still asleep the numbers might fit on both ends... :c )

> ==>

I don’t think Dad is in the spacefaring business, so this is probably one of Jake’s shittier spaceship designs.

> ==>

...well that’s a touch disturbing. Is that a Jade-occupied bed or are those just pillows?

Oh what the fresh fanfic’y heck is this command.

> i enter.

Okay that’s great. I got a kick out of that.

JADE [in calliope red]: the prince’s power grows.

--but that’s not. That explains the narrative command text, it’s alt!callie talking through a still conked-out Jade. Please let her wake up between speak-throughs, please tell me you’ve learned that trick?? I already know you’re gonna pull an “oh she was asleep pretty much all of those THREE YEARS OF TRAVEL” thing on me and that’s hard fucking enough to deal with.

KARKAT: JESUS CHRIST!

He’s actually using the full curse correctly, huh?

...These commands. Guess part of the puzzle is how much alt!Callie is being typically morbid and how much she might actually be wising up enough to get a kick out of this.

> the knight of blood falls.

DAVE: dude can you chill for like even a single fucking second DAVE: also are you ok

Has CallieJade chilled for even a single second this entire trip?? Is he asking just if Karkat’s okay or Jade too???

--yeah I’m overblowing things out of nervousness. Just wait and see a bit, boots.

Alt!Callie has at least learned to be more of a smartass:

> karkat is characteristically appreciative of the alarm call.

Shirt trade Karkat, nice. And uh, Jade’s dress sure is a... dress. Hm.

(Did alt!Callie alchemize adjustments to did she just luck out to have a red-symbol’d Bec belt and accent leggings? I’d prefer the former, because as much as it would be acceptable within Homestuck proper, using the transition between the epilogues and this new-author’d work to just HAPPEN to give her a fitting outfit without an excuse via providence is kind of lazy.)

KARKAT: OH, PARDON THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR OVERREACTING A LITTLE WHEN MY GOOD FRIEND "POSSESSED JADE" BUSTS INTO MY RESPITEBLOCK AT 5 AM! KARKAT: NEXT TIME I’LL JUST PULL THE COVERS BACK AND LET HER CLIMB IN! JADE: i am uninterested in that scenario. KARKAT: GREAT! POSSESSED JADE ISN’T EVEN HORNY! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

...please let that mean he’s not used to her being possessed all the time and she wakes up sometimes. PLEASE.

DAVE: but im pretty sure i locked that door JADE: i unlocked it with my mind. DAVE: fuck KARKAT: FANTASTIC. JADE: the prince’s powers are growing, but so are mine.

Dave, I’m pretty sure regular-ass no-Green-Sun Space powers can flip a few lock tumblers too. (--though, I guess from context this was a Jakeship technolock. Confirmation on the ship’s bad taste in design. --I think I’m foggily remembering it said in the Epilogues that they took one of Jake’s ships just like Dirk did, too... man, being depressed so much by the Epilogues sure took a lot out of my ability to recall them decently.)

KARKAT: LIKE YOU DON’T FLOAT AROUND LIKE A CREEPY PIECE OF SHIT ALL DAY AS IT IS?

God DAMN IT she’s been asleep and possessed the whole fucking time.

> sleep is abandoned, coffee sought.

More obligatory DaveKat being cute, somehow only emphasized by the embarrassing glowing-with-power observer who doesn’t really get any of it.

Ah, here we go:

> the rogue is also awake.

Oh huh. Cool!

Hero outfit, understated... her his choice of heart-shades color-coded to stand out from Dave more to avoid further mistaken identity cases. Works well! (Holy shit I only JUST remembered at the end to go back and correctly gender Roxy as him, that was close. I blame the epilogues for a lack of visual reinforcement; I shouldn’t have as much trouble soon enough. Seriously, I don’t remember ANYTHING without visual reinforcement, I think that’s why I remember so much of Homestuck proper so clearly.)

KARKAT: OH SHIT, THERE SHE IS! I DIDN’T EVEN HEAR HER FOLLOW US! ROXY: sometimes a girls just got to get her drift on i guess ROXY: it be like that

ilu roxy.

I missed Roxy so much, you guys. I need more of him remarking on all this crazy shit if I’m gonna stay sane though all this. (And I need more of him and AWAKE JADE kicking ass independently or together if I’m going to continue to believe there’s justice in the world.)

> ==>

We rarely saw Rose drinking anything but the rare coffee in canon, but I think Kanaya would have gotten her plenty into tea, yes. Or at the very least, wanting the aesthetic of drinking tea with Kanaya would have gotten Rose into tea even if it never crossed Kanaya’s mind to try the stuff.

ROXY: well i mean who knows what she drinks now ROXY: dirk probs tossed the coffee machine out the space window right away ROXY: dude doesnt "believe" in "substances" > the prince is contemplated for a moment in silence.

FUCK, Dirk can see the narrative all the way out here??? No wonder alt!Callie’s forced to have possession turned on 24/7. That’s fucking disappointing. How the hell are we going to get any proper Jade time with THAT hanging over our heads? She’d only be able to do anything when Dirk’s knocked out, and maybe not even THEN!

I was virtually promised more of actual non-asleep Jade getting shit done in HS^2. Now there’s an even longer wait on it than I expected. This sucks.

(EDIT: BOY did I misread that link line. Thinking “is contemplated” meant is sitting contemplating, when it meant "is being contemplated by everyone here". That was dumb of me.)

*clicks that next link*

Oh my goodness, Roxy joined the Bird Hair Crew. It makes him look like a fucking asshole but I kind of love it.

KARKAT: IS THERE MILK?

I can’t believe Karkat is okay with drinking milk. --yes, culturally Trolls are more comfortable with animal excretions than we are, but you would’ve thought years of railing against Equius would have purged any tolerance the idea of milk from his psyche.

I guess Dave introduced him to cereal, and it was all over from there.

DAVE: this is more like a castle DAVE: a castle of idk DAVE: twenty something ennui

Sounds like a relatable mood. Especially considering Dirk probably decided to conquer reality out of almost nothing but twenty-something ennui.

Alright. You aren’t going to turn Kanaya into an alcoholic or anything on us are you?

> the knight of time seeks a sylph...

--this is the shittiest shipboard starship aesthetic.

> ...and finds her, momentarily.

WOW that looks fucking depressed. :(

> ==>

...okay you know what? Never mind. That outfit has wrapped straight back around into Trying Too Hard and is now hilarious.

DAVE: you ever feel like our whole lives are eventually gonna end up like this DAVE: just blasting through space on a sweeps long journey to ""somewhere"" chasing after or running from some vague enemy thats sometimes a god modded pet dog and sometimes your dad DAVE: without the faintest fucking idea of whats going to happen when we get there DAVE: thats a little specific but you know what i mean

Why do you think the epilogues upset us so much? We thought we’d won free of that bullshit.

> ==>

Oh jesus christ that’s the most depressingly sad I’ve ever seen Kanaya drawn. :C

--Karkat got you to watch Serendipity? That’s amazing, Dave.

KANAYA: You Arent Reminding Me Of Her As I Rarely Think Of Anything Else KANAYA: I Close My Eyes And I See Her KANAYA: I Keep Them Open And I See Her

Fuck.

Y’know how little showing these two in love and actually HAPPY together we’ve seen in this entire comic and its subworks? Despite them having spent at least a few happy years together we only saw in tiny screenclips? And how Candy alluded super hard that they most likely couldn’t get that in this real timeline where shit’s going down?

Seriously, FUCK. You could at least pretend to give us some hope, here.

Oh no, don’t ask for the nursery story, Dave. Unless it turns out to be a funny one or a Rose twist on an old story or something. Which it probably is, I should stop worrying.

> ==>

KANAYA: Oh Its A Wriggler Story About A Young Prince And The Beloved Flower He Loved And Lost DAVE: flower DAVE: like a plant KANAYA: Its A Fairytale Dave DAVE: right KANAYA: A Singular Wild Rose He Failed To Cherish When He Had Her KANAYA: And His Journey Of Discovering What She Meant To Him All Along KANAYA: Culminating In A New Quest To Find Her And Win Her Back

Dirk you PIECE OF SHIT did you rewrite the narrative of the fucking STORIES SHE TOLD CHILDREN?!?? Does the fact that alt!Callie is only in the present mean he can rewrite ANY past event we didn’t literally SEE??? FUCK you. Seriously fuck all of this.

Please tell me she was kidding just then, or realizes there’s fucking something wrong with what she’s saying and getting angry or.

(EDIT: shoutyourporpoise replied: "Hey, idk If you picked up on this, but the 'nursery story' Rose told to the wigglers is just The Little Prince, which is maybe a BIT early for them to read, but I don't think that's a case of Dirk changing the narrative; its just Rose being Too Adult as usual." Oh, damn, I didn't even CATCH that it was that story. That makes all of this a lot more forgivable, even if pretty unforgivably leaning into the fiction that Dirk used to brainwash and kidnap her. Maybe that's exactly why it worked -- fiction, a story so blazed into the public consciousness? Hm. Thanks, shoutyourporpoise.)

KANAYA: But In A Way I Feel As If It Is the Greater Universe Trying To Tell Me Something

Mother fuck I’m even going to have to see our protagonists warped by Dirk when they’re ostensibly FULLY SHIELDED aren’t I. There’s only so much of that I would be able to take, you know.

KANAYA: It May Simply Stem From My Longing To See Her Again And How Much Is Indicative Of Something More Sinister KANAYA: She Is A Goddess Of Light And The Only Of Her Kind We Know Is Alive After All KANAYA: Maybe Shes Wrested Dominion Of The Entire Concept In All Its Appearances Within This Frame Of Reference

Hm. Well, it being a product of Rose’s ascension instead of Dirk’s is possibly a more charitable take, with Ultimate Rose projecting the delusion enforced on her backward, visible to past Rose’s Sight when she isn’t paying attention and thus paving the way for Dirk to paradoxically exploit that “ideal” as something Lighty and Important and “Perfect”. I still don’t fucking like it though.

> ==>

DAVE: sorry i know you say you got your badass monster powers but kanaya you look tired as hell DAVE: not that im tryna psyche you or whatever but youre waxing poetic in the dark which i guess is maybe on brand but still

Yyyep.

DAVE: unless terezi is lurking in the vents somewhere and now that i bring that up its actually not out of the question so im kind of gonna be thinking about that one for a while

Pffff.

DAVE: youre the only person i know whos still basically the same as when i met you

--Which is kind of going to have to change, right? She’s got some other cosmic purpose ready to change her a little more than she changed pre-human-troll-meetup, you’d think.

> ==>

Cute as hell.

> ==>

KANAYA: How Are Your Feelings

There’s the title drop. I’d think Dave’s doing pretty well, considering? Still fucked over by Dirk betraying and tricking Rose away who he’s been close with all his life, but.

> ==>

DAVE: except sometimes your best friend disappears and your other best friend goes into a ghost coma and your third best friend fucks off to space with your dad DAVE: the dude youve spent the last 7 years convincing yourself isnt an egomaniacal anime villain DAVE: and who isnt actually lying in wait to completely decimate your life and your emotions and shit

Ah... yeah. A little worse than my casual list, huh? Forgot that Jade vanishing into a possession-coma for THREE FUCKING YEARS is going to be hard on people inside the comic too, fuck.

DAVE: maybe it was naive to think that a bunch of twenty something trauma victims could run a society

I was honestly surprised they TRIED to run society at all. Jasp even just highlighted a big reason why not in the bonuses.

DAVE: cool how earth c existed for centuries then we show up and manage to ruin society in seven fucking years

Well, the trolls got THEIR lesson on why they didn’t deserve to rule over their new universe like gods; I guess some of y’all needed that lesson too?

DAVE: every serious conversation i have inevitably falls apart into riffing on a casual acquaintances ass

True.

Dammit, Dave didn’t feel like he could just be Some Guy even on Earth C. :(

> ==>

...don’t think I’ve forgotten that nursery story, though. I don’t want to think that it was something that ACTUALLY past happened, especially not without manipulation. Like maybe past Rose was foreseeing the false purpose that Dirk wrote for her or the like, a cooperative misunderstanding between the two instead of Dirk or Rose literally reaching back in time.

> meanwhile...

KARKAT: WAIT, WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN ASKING? HE’S OBVIOUSLY NOT FINE. KARKAT: ARE ANY OF US? ARE YOU? ROXY: not rly KARKAT: EXACTLY.

--Oh right. I remember that Callie and Roxy were going reasonably steady in Meat even though it was only alluded to, she didn’t freak out and stay awol or what have you. That’s good to remember. But it means Roxy deliberately left her behind to go on this dangerous quest, for years. :C

KARKAT: KANAYA BARELY EVEN TALKS, CALLIOPE WON’T LEAVE THEIR CABIN, JADE JUST FLOATS AROUND LIKE A CREEPY BALLOON THAT’S MOSTLY MADE OF HAIR.

Oh, SHIT. I should have read one line further. They DID bring her. Alt!Callie being here too must really FUCK with her. ...maybe she can actually learn to accept that alternate way her life might’ve played out, though?

KARKAT: THE REALLY FUCKED UP THING IS I MIGHT BE THE MOST OKAY OUT OF ALL OF US, WHICH IS HOW YOU KNOW SHIT HAS REALLY GONE GLOBES UP.

Quite true.

ROXY: ur kinda an intense dude anybody ever tell u that KARKAT: NO.

Pff.

> ==>

KARKAT: AGAINST PRETTY MUCH ALL ODDS, AND DESPITE ME NOT DESERVING ANY OF IT, I ENDED UP GETTING PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING I WANTED. KARKAT: OVER AND OVER AGAIN. KARKAT: SOMETIMES IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE WHATEVER SLATHERING MONSTROSITY OF A COSMIC HELLBEAST THAT PUT ALL THIS SHIT INTO MOTION...ACTUALLY LIKES ME?

Well, if you want to blame Lord English for instance... we never saw Caliborn and Karkat interact much, but the parallels between the two were drawn so severely that Caliborn was basically the idealized, multiverse-threatening Ultimate Kismesis that he’d always dreamed of. And operated against him without him even ever quite realizing it.

If a level of “respect” went from Caliborn to Karkat, too, from his Lord-Englishy vision nigh-omnipresent, then this outcome isn’t very surprising at all.

> ==>

(I don’t quite feel I get why Roxy shifted to this exasperated-Dave expression, but I get logically that he’d been waiting for Karkat to make a breakfast choice... Homestuck proper rarely pulled a “last line said corresponds to next-panel’s expression” without either leaving the conversation blank or having the NEXT lines of the conversation reinforce it, to prevent this inelegant misunderstanding. Andrew was really damned talented in getting his point across visually, in that regard. Just like, that careful visual intent delivery.)

Alright, I guess that’s it for this short upd8! Meeting the pursuit crew was both more and less difficult than I expected. Hopefully I get desensitized a bit as the characters continue to feel semi-almost-sorta-fine.

I have NO idea how this group is gonna work as a proper crew when we get to whatever weird other-players’ session this shit is going down in, though.

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #shoutyourporpoise

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Wheel !!! Hello!!!! :D Odd numbered questions, plus 2 and 16?

2. what are your pronouns? They/Them! but i understand people will call me she/her. im not that dysphoric about it it, but being called gender neutral stuff makes me <3

3. what is your gender presentation like?

I appear very woman like. I have big breasts and long hair. but i love dressing more masc. Super loud button up shirts are my new fav!!

5. what makes you feel validated?

When my boyfriend calls me his partner. >x<

7. favorite trans meme/bit of trans humor?

uuuuh idk. Thanks i chose my name myself or just owning things with trans in it. we own all transportation.

8. how did you pick your name? (answering this one bc i want to) i am just.... a name collector. i go by wheel, wheels here on tumblr. i have another username i use more than wheels but want to keep that separate from and off tumbr. at home i go by my birthname, but i have a name ive preferred since i was very little. Also when im given a name tag i often write BOB. Bob was my grandfathers name and i just like it. When i go to summer camp im always BOB. Also a name ive been fond of for a long time is Atlas. I think if i was a little more brave id go by Atlas, but for now i go by all the other ones.

9. what does your name mean? kinda hard to answer this one without giving my other names. but wheel-deal came from a particularly punny group chat. and i wanted to be the real-deal and im in a wheelchair :> I explained why i like BOB. I remember in my elementary school library they had this GIANT set of Atlases which is where i first saw the word, and i relate to the character Atlas holding the world on his shoulders... My other user name is my dads old college nickname. my mom passed it on to be when i was little trying to come up with a username for webkins or something xD. As for my preferred name i use irl now... i just always liked the sound of it. when my best friend and i would play make believe i would always use this name.

11. recent happy trans moment?

not really other than my boyfriend calling me partner unprompted. normally i have to remind him or prompt him to call me partner so that really made me cry

13. favorite canon trans character? (alt: 2nd favorite trans headcanon?) I dont think i watch many things with cannon trans characters unfortunately. The only one i can think of is Naomi? from Sense8 on netflix. But i love the headcannons of danny fenton (danny phantom), Jim Hawkins (treasure planet, fav movie), and Lars (steven universe)

15. favorite trans celebrity? All of the ones in POSE ?!

16. song that gives you Big Trans Feels? prob Im still here from treasure planet.

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I'll never be what you want me to be. And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man. You can't take me and throw me away.

~~~

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same. They don't know me, 'Cause I'm not here. And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

~~~

They can't tell me who to be, ‘Cause I'm not what they see. Yeah, the world is still sleepin', While I keep on dreamin' for me. And their words are just whispers And lies that I'll never believe.

17. something you wish you could tell your younger self?

gosh. idk. all those feelings of maybe i should be a boy werent quite accurate, but all those feelings of not being a girl 100% were. and that being a tomboy will hurt later on when all your other tomboy friends hit puberty and go super femme. And HEY DUMMY YOU ARE ASEXUAL. you are not broken, its okay to not have crushes. hang in there. you will figure yourself out eventually. Oh and yeah when you first wanted a binder, dont let mom talk you out of it.

19. (how) does your gender relate to your sexuality?

AHAHAHAHAHA lets not open that can of worms bc thinking about this makes me cry a lot and question everything. Simply im here, im queer. i have a lot of love in my heart and polyamory is nice.

21. what makes you feel euphoric?

idk if i have felt real euphoria. but the feeling when i dress more masculine while still enjoying my long hair is pretty nice. makes me smile and feel more confident

23. claim something as trans culture.

uuuh baking? transformers? embroidered patches? idk my thude

25. what's your favorite part of being trans?

the same thing i love about being ace, the PUNS!!!

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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful Chapter 10 (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Careful Masterlist

Warning: People are getting DRUNK again. Also, I only posted this for the lovely person in my ask box but it’s the last chapter I wrote beforehand, so my next uplaod will likely take more time, sorry!!

xoxox

The next weekend would be the last one before the tour which was why you agreed to go out with the boys one last time. Roger would’ve stayed in with you for sure but you wanted to say goodbye to your other friends that didn’t happen to be your roommates, too. The only thing you didn’t calculate were all the drinks apart from the beers and ciders they were ordering.

“I’m sorry, I don’t-“, you tried to explain and Roger just kissed you with a smile before he took the shot from your hand and downed it in split seconds, pulling a face afterwards. “You alright?”

“Of course, my love, don’t worry”, he told you with a reassuring smile, kissing you again.

“Oh, come on, safe that for later, would you?”, Freddie said and Veronica slapped him.

“Usually it’s you and Mary. Also, let them have their fun as long as they still can.”

“Next time I’ll try and join you, too”, you whispered to Roger. “Maybe Roni won’t feel that special anymore, then.” He just snorted and pulled you closer.

“I doubt that, Tiffy, she’s like that no matter what. You wanna go outside for a smoke?” His eyes said something else than his words and it made you giggle.

“I’m gonna let you smoke in here if you stop looking like that!” Roger grinned back before he buried his lips on your neck for a second.

“I’ll safe it for later, then”, he whispered before he shifted to be able to pull out his cigarettes and Freddie let go of Mary’s hand quickly to steal one from him. Roger rolled his eyes but lit it for him nonetheless.

After a few more drinks, the whole pub was on their feet to dance to some old Led Zeppelin songs and the boys’ euphoria made you join them even though you didn’t feel half as comfortable as Mary and Veronica. You looked at them, dancing with their boyfriends and smiled when Roger lazily attempted to spin you around like that, before you got too dizzy and were just giggling in his arms, asking him to stop.

“Sorry, babe”, he mumbled, kissing you again hungrily. His lips tasted like cigarettes and that brown German alcohol Freddie had ordered way too much of.

“It’s fine”, you assured him, trying to get back in the rhythm of the dance. You ended up watching them from a seat at the bar though, in need of a short break to catch a breath. You could tell they were all enjoying themselves but you also saw that Freddie and Roger were clearly competing to be the drunkest of the night, smoking cigarette after cigarette. And if you’d thought things started going downhill then, you were proven wrong five minutes later when they really started to.

“What’s a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?”, someone slurred behind you and then there were hands on your hips, making you jump.

“Excuse me, let go!”, you told the man off as strict as you could master in the shock he’d caused you.

“Come on, doll, just -“

“No!”, you cut him off. “Leave me alone!”

“What’s your fucking prob-“

“Didn’t you hear her, she told you to leave”, a firm voice interrupted the man and another guy in a dark grey jacket stepped in sight, getting between you and that gross guy.

“What do you want-“

“I want you to leave!”, the other one answered, forcing the other guy to move until they were both out of your sight and you breathed in relieve. You eyed for your friends who were still dancing like there was no tomorrow and you were glad they didn’t notice while you also wished it would’ve been Roger to come to your rescue.

“I’m sorry this happened”, your actual rescuer got your attention again a few moments later. “I’m Marco.”

“Tiffany”, you replied silently. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Tiffany. Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m good, thank you”, you said and tried to give him a smile.

“What brought you here if not the wish to get drunk and to make a fool out of yourself?”, he asked you, grinning to not offend you.

“My friends wished to do exactly so”, you replied, nodding your head into their direction and Marco’s eyebrows rose up a little. He came up with a smooth answer, though, resulting in the two of you getting into a rather interesting conversation about your studies and work, Marco turning out to be close to earning his doctor title in medicine.

“Get your hands off her!”, you heard Roger rage, interrupting you giggle over some story Marco had told you and you pulled your hand away from his, asking yourself how you didn’t notice his touch in the first place.

“Hey, I wasn’t -“, Marco tried to explain himself but Roger didn’t even listen. You could tell he wasn’t seeing or thinking straight anymore, he couldn’t even stand for the love of god but he still managed to almost make Marco fall off his bar-chair.

“Roger, stop! What are you doing?!”, you tried to get between them but if Brian hadn’t grabbed him, Roger would’ve hit Marco with everything he had. He’d only seen another man with you, not really caring if you wanted him to touch you or not but the jealousy really got the best of him, the alcohol in his system only feeding his fury.

“You bloody bastard, touching another man’s girl behind his back?!”, he called the other man out while Brian was trying his best to keep him from breaking free.

“Is that your boyfriend?”, Marco asked you, his eyes rather wide in shock.

“Not technically but you could say we’re dating”, you tried to be diplomatic.

“Every one here knows who’s gonna shag her tonight except you, you absolute dickhead. Leave her alone already!”, Roger rambled and you blushed.

“Sorry”, you said silently and Marco’s brows furrowed.

“No, I’m sorry. Good night”, he said, grabbing his coat and then he left, leaving you alone with a raging Roger and a desperate Brian.

“Can you get him outside, he really needs fresh air”, you asked Brian whose lips were starting to turn white from how hard he pressed them together, trying to activate his last powers to get Roger to the street.

“You bloody dumbass, calm down now!”, he told his blonde friend. “You’re gonna scare her away if you don’t stop acting like an idiot.”

“She’s mine, Bri”, Roger slurred and you rolled your eyes, getting back inside to get yours Roger’s coat.

“Tiff, you alright?”, Mary asked when she saw you.

“We’re leaving. Roger is drunk and causing a gigantic scene.”

“Oh god, should I help you?”

“I don’t think you’re getting Freddie out of here already”, you admitted and she followed your gaze where Freddie was dancing on a table. “You better help your boy and I’m gonna go help mine and I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah”, Mary quickly said, hurrying over to Freddie already. When you met Brian and Roger again they were said on the sidewalk and Roger looked like he’d been hit by a car.

“Let’s get you home, Rockstar”, you said, grabbing one of his arms to get him to his feet but you wouldn’t have been able to put his coat on him without Brian’s help.

“You sure you can walk him home?”

“It’s not that far, thanks, Bri”, you assured him, getting one of Roger’s arms on your shoulders to keep him stable.

“Fuck, Tiff, fuck”, he kept mumbling while he stumbled his way home next to you, the stairs being the biggest problem, really.

“No, no, no, no”, you told him off when he made a beeline for your bedroom.

“You’re not going anywhere except the bathroom.”

“But I wanna -“ He made his intensions quite clear when he took a step towards you, pushing your back against the wall behind you and Roger smiled to himself proudly, moving to kiss your neck.

“Get off me!”, you told him, pushing him away though. “You smell horrible, Roger, I’m not gonna let you come close to me if you don’t wash yourself!”, you told him, getting angry now. You still felt his hot, short-coming breath on your face, a mixture of vodka and other drinks and cigarettes and only the smell made your stomach twist. He was looking at you pretty cross eyed as if he was trying to make out your features before he took a step back and stumbling towards the bathroom. He tried to unbutton his dark-red shirt but he didn’t even manage to do one button, standing on very insecure feet.

“Fuck, Tiff’ny, please, I need help”, he slurred on, getting a terrible hick-up. You sighed and followed him, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, unable to resist to run your fingers over his hot skin. Roger closed his eyes, sighing silently. “‘M sorry, babe, so sorry.”

“Rogie, take a deep breath. Everything’s fine”, you whispered, wiping his hands off your hips to take his shirt off him, his shoes and jeans following quickly after. You helped him get in the shower even though he let himself slide down the wall as soon as he was in there and you sighed, getting a washcloth to help him get clean, washing his hair and his face as well before you dried him off and helped him up.

“God, I feel awful”, he mumbled when you had him lay down in his bed.

“That’s why I got you here, you’re not getting sick in my room. I’m gonna get you some water.” Roger just nodded even though you were sure he didn’t really understand your words. He looked incredible thankful though when you got him a fresh bottle of water and he drank almost half of it before he let his head fall heavy on his pillow.

“Please stay with me. Don’t leave me”, he mumbled and you giggled, sitting down next to him.

“I need to change, babe.”

“Be my girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I said”, he mumbled, his voice still muffled by his pillow until he forced himself to sit up and tried to focus his eyes on you. “That I’d like you to be my girlfriend. I know I don’t deserve it but I don’t want to leave you without being sure that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“You, Roger Taylor want to be mine?”, you replied, blinking in confusion.

“And I want you, Tiffany Abberforth, to be mine, if you’ll have me, yes”, Roger answered nodding. The length of his sentences was draining him but your smile made it all worth it.

“I’d love to”, you told him, hugging him in excitement.

“Not that tight, please, love”, he said, struggling to breath yet smiling. “Thank you. That’s fucking great.” You kissed him and felt Roger smile into your lips before his hands moved into your hair and he moaned because you got fully onto his lap. “I was right in the end”, he said with a grin. “I’m the one who ends up shagging you.”

“You deserve to rot in hell”, you told him, only being able to keep a serious face for three seconds. Roger joined you in relieve, when you started laughing though, pulling you into his arms. “It was completely unnecessary but jealous you is rather sexy”, you told him when you caught your breath again.

“You’re sexy all the time, my love”, he murmured into your skin, leaving some open mouthed kisses on your neck, making your eyes fall close and your body sink into his, glad to be close to him again. You felt desire rising in your lower stomach again, your thighs started to ache for his touch and Roger grinned because he could tell by how your hips found his, grinding yourself into him slowly, making his member go hard in an instant.

“How can you even do that, you were so piss drunk!”, you told him in surprise and Roger chuckled.

“I just said it, you’re sexy and that’s all it takes.”

***

Roger was still deeply asleep when you woke up the next morning, from his snorting, actually but you smiled to yourself, getting up slowly to get yourself a tea without waking him up. Freddie was in the kitchen with Mary, basically inhaling the scrambled eggs she’d made for him.

“Hey there”, you greeted them, putting new water on the stove for your tea.

“Hi”, Mary said with a smile. “You want some eggs? If Freddie is kind enough to leave some for other people.”

“Sorry, love”, he said after he’d eaten another huge fork full. “Where’s blondie?”

“Still asleep, he’s alright though.”

“He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up”, Freddie forecasted, reaching for his cup.

“Why?”

“Because nothing cures a hangover like a blowjob”, he replied bluntly and you let your face sink into one hand.

“Why did I even ask?”

“I was thinking just that”, Mary admitted with a giggle.

“Hang on”, your head shot up again and you looked at them a little scared. “Do you think he’ll remember what happened last night?”

“‘d be better if he didn’t, right?”, Freddie said confused.

“No, no, I mean, I’m.” He raised an eyebrow when you blushed and you got up again to get a teabag. “Eventually, he asked me to be his girlfriend”, you said slowly and Freddie’s face softened.

“I was wondering when he’d finally cut the bullshit and do it.”

“But I couldn’t remind him if he didn’t know anymore, could I?”

“Honestly if he forgot that, he wouldn’t deserve to have you as his girlfriend. But I don’t think he forgot, darling.”

“Hope you’re right, Fred”, you thanked him with a smile.

Roger found you in the living room a couple of hours later, unable to sit on your desk and study that day.

“Hey there, not being a busy bee today?”, he asked you softly when he got next to you on the couch, cuddling into you tighter than ever before you felt like.

“Couldn’t really be bothered if I’m honest”, you admitted, snuggling your head into his neck.

“You deserve a day off”, he mumbled, burying his fingers in your hair. “Again, I’m sorry for last night."

“Don’t be, it’s alright”, you whispered softly and he leant down to kiss you.

“I didn’t dream it, did I?”

“I don’t know”, you teased him, fighting down your smile. “What do you think happened?”

“You know what happened”, he teased you back, grinning after his face had shown his worry for a second. “You sold your soul to the devil, you know that?”

“I’m your girlfriend now, not Freddie’s”, you said, making you both laugh before Roger’s lips found yours in a hungry kiss.

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fic #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor fluff #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fic #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy fluff #queen #queen fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #borhap

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poisonedichor · 4 years

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Nights of London- Chapter i

The sickly yellow sunlight filtered through the dusty curtains of the equally dustier warehouse until they appeared to be crushed by the stony face of Damien. "Couldn't even wait until after I had my morning coffee could it?" the boy who cowered in the corner as stiff as a suit of armor highly doubted that the boss ever drank anything other than hard vodka yet he still shivered despite the heavy heat that flooded the room.

"Sir, the problem needs to be addressed before we have any more Проблемы." The boy, no older than 12 was a fool when speaking in English. He stumbled over the words like a fawn trying to run away from a wolf before it's learned to walk. He felt lost in the vowels of the English words yet the man sitting behind the desk made it mandatory to make his company more modernized."

The boy along with his superior there were two other figures in the room. Kassandra was the first leaning against the doorway with her face stitched in annoyance and Angelina, Damien's right hand. "It's seven-fucking-o'five in the bloody morning and by the time this boy stumbles through another sentence twelve more hours will have passed." Kassy was temperamental she lived in London's clubs and thrived during the dark hours when only the cities sinners lurked. "We have stood here and the only thing that this boy has announced in the past 10 minutes is that he has an announcement." The child was red with embarrassment his head hung he wondered if he should have even made a fuss about the eventful night he had witnessed.

"Kassy, don't you dare leave, every man under this company will be treated with respect." The anger and frustration of thousands of nights spent working under the older man's wing had made her irritable lately. Angelina stood behind the desk with the stance of a street fighter and the ferocity of a tiger. Damien, however, seemed oblivious to the tension that set itself over the room in a silk sheet of heat, exhaustion, and anger. His composure was one most men would possess having tea with a queen not, in a room of thugs.

"Well get on with it boy."

"The sisters, I seen them snooping around with Ricci men. Dancing and twirling all around the west side of the city boss." although it took him a few minutes to translate and re-translate his mispronunciations were forgotten as the temperature in the room spiked as the man rose from his chair.

"Our druggies?" he asked as if it wasn't explicitly clear through the young boy's description. It was met with a nod. "Go find them, and Kassy..." his chair squeaked as he sat back in it's leather "go with him so he doesn't get lost."

His gang was too young, too delicate to be toeing the line drawn between the Russians and the Italians like that, toeing the line between the east and west sides. If Mr. Ricci, as old as he is were to find out the guns will be cocked and bullets fired in mere hours of hearing the news. Damien could not afford another war. Not this soon. "Angelina, why don't you go out and get some drinks for the guests that'll be arriving soon."

The heat of July's midday sun had long past cooled off when the footsteps of the girls could be heard in the hallway. "What's the prob, boss?" The goat eyed girl should in the doorway. A nasty vermin and her sisters- who stood behind her- where not much more than that.

"Yeah what's the matter D?" this voice slithered from the throat that connected to the hand which stroked through his hair. Cold. Boney. And even worse, unexpected. She had slithered behind him like ghosts in the wind. Their abilities to dispose of themselves in the shadows were unmatched and in a room such as the man's warehouse office the shadows where to abundant for them to be able to lurk around. What choice did the man have though- to show his fear of them? No way in hell. "You're too damn clammy in this god awful weather Pisces. Why don't you step aside while we talk business- vodka?" He interrupts himself swishing the clear liquid in the bottle.

"Like you said Damien," The final sister, Virgo, "business first." the intellect of the shadow dwellers. By far less crazy but when it came to strength and fear tactics she rivaled her sisters just as equally.

"Business you say?" the stoic man mused. "Tell me then dear sisters. What business do you have on the fucking west side!" His thick accent became exposed along with his anger. The three women in the room where a magnet of any emotion but they leeched onto his anger like vampires on a virgin neck. "The fragility between the Ricci family and ours is simply put-" the sound of glass echoed throughout the room when his hand tossed the vodka bottle across the room sweeping past heads. "Simply put it's as fragile as the china in a room full of Russians."

"Come on babe, where's your sense of adventure. Risk used to be such a high to you."

"That was before. This is now Ricci and his gang of savages ruled long before us and if we are not careful they will rule long after us. Dancing with the enemy... that's something that should stay in your little delusions and should have never happened."

"What a softie you are D." Aries, the leader fell out of her trance of shock the fastest and as per her character never failed to push the buttons of the Russian. "You care about us."

"The employees under my comap-"

"Sir, Damien, may I? Virgo said sitting on top of the mahogany desk playing with fountain pens. "You may do whatever you want with your employees however. We never signed a contract therefore we don't work under your roof. We don't work for you. We don't work under you." The eyes of the woman flicked the the large cabinet behind the boss's desk. "Why don't you pour us a drink while we explain the circumstances."

"And who are you to tell me who I do and do not own?" His irritation poured out of his voice like the whiskey he poured into the shots.

As if like a noose Aries's hands snaked around his neck and across his chest trapping his rigidly in his chair. "I," she whispered dangerously close "I am the owner of my own little company. Why don't we discuss collaborations, sir."

"Why don't you amuse me then ladies." Although he maintained a steady voice, the women's rebellion was affecting him more than he thought it would.

"We can still keep our relations to your company however, we'd like to expand west."

"No, unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, but.." Her hand fiddled with his tie but her eyes never broke contact or revealed the exact emotion that she was feeling. "But I don't believe you are pulling the strings in this arrangement."

"And if I cut off access across the border for you and your cronies?"

"We'll then have no choice but to cut you off entirely. Those Italians might be crazy bastards but their rich, crazy bastards and I'll be damned if I let my new company lose this opportunity."

"You'll lose the three best drug dealers in all of London, Damien." added Pisces who came out of her shadowy corner. The air was tenser than it was this morning. Almost suffocating. It made him wonder if the three women were amused by the anger that rolled off of him like waves during a storm.

"How about we give you some time to think about it love." He was robbed though- not only of his fountain pen that virgo had snuck into her pocket but also of a response when chapped lips clashed with his in a disrespectful and dry kiss. "Bye Sweetheart." were the last words he heard before the sinners left with his pen, his tie, and his dignity. The sound of a slamming door was all it took for his rage to swing his arms across his desk sending papers flying, glass shattering, and his pride out the dusty, broken window.

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