#They are there to progress other characters!

[phantomrose96]

(Spoken as someone who is in unfortunate possession of a lot of South Park knowledge from 2011) The whole South Park v. Trump thing is hilariously coherent, to me, both in it happening and in MAGA acting like this is a betrayal they could not possibly have seen coming.

The most important thing to understand about South Park is its identity does not align with any one political group. Its identity is a rabid hatred of censorship.

South Park, at the end of the day, wants to line up a bunch of idiots representing all sides and say Absolutely Anything about them. The show itself strikes a "Caring is Cringe" Enlightened Centrism by making sure you see that everyone who cares on either side is an idiot.

But. And this is important too: They do it in a way that can honeypot just about anyone into thinking they're the ones being agreed with.

This is because the bullet spray of mockery hits all targets. And you can, without much stretch, assign a character who is probably in the right, right? The show creators thought so too, right? This character is the least idiot.

So many plots are structured around Kyle (one of the main boys, the progressive one) taking some stance of compassion and anger over a social issue, to then be absolutely dicked around by Cartman (who needs no introduction.)

And it's actually so very easy to have two people watch the same episode and have one person conclude "Obviously Kyle was in the right. And he's getting dicked around by Cartman who sucks." while the other person concludes "Hahaha stupid Kyle with his bleeding-heart liberal BS. Cartman is so funny and awesome."

If Kyle says "I support the environment" and then spends the whole episode getting tormented for it: it's because this is righteous narrative comeuppance for a bleeding-heart idiot stance, or this is actually representing the tortured reality of being the only smart compassionate person in a world of cruel idiots. It's both. It's neither. It's clown nose honking.

Everyone is an idiot. Every side is full of idiots. So when an idiot character says, "I support gay rights", the audience can say either "South Park said gay rights!" or "South Park made fun of the idiot who said 'Gay rights'." with equal conviction.

Now--with no real political convictions and beliefs--South Park does have plenty of episodes that assign a winner. They will shoot down whoever they find most annoying. And they will shoot down whoever is trying to tell them what they can and cannot say.

And, while this is where my knowledge is about ~14 years out of date, I'm going to make the safe assumption that "You can't say that, because Woke" has been a constant target of the last maybe half-decade.

Okay, now with that context:

It is entirely unsurprising of me to think South Park has (or had) an enormous swath of alt-right, conservative, MAGA fans who think South Park is their show. They can watch every politically non-committal episode and say "Cartman is so cool and awesome. Kyle is a whiny little bitch." And they can watch every committal "We hate Woke for telling us what we can't say" episode, and happily conclude South Park is on their side.

But back to the thesis: South Park hates censorship. South Park hates censorship so much more than they could possibly care about any one political party.

And, the fact that Trump is lashing out with threats, blackmail, and every political cudgel he has to make people stop talking--that's already going to get you on South Park's shitlist.

But it got so much worse: because a sister-show on South Park's network (The Colbert Show) is being canceled as an appeasement to Trump. By the network hosting both IPs.

And Canceling a show for saying something politically unsavory is the worst possible offense, according to South Park.

There is no worse sin.

I hope South Park spends the entire season biting Trump's dick off.

[bitch-for-bo]

Wanna Play Doctor, Doctor? (injured patient Oikawa Tooru x chubby doctor reader)

yumm this one is my fav so far...

WARNING: NSFW !!!! POST-TIME SKIP CHARACTERS ONLY!!!!!! MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE.

They say that the greats are always remembered and that legends never die… and while that might be true, what they fail to mention is that they still do indeed deteriorate. And after all the years of abusing and pushing his body past the limit, everything had caught up to Tooru Oikawa. 

And that’s how he ended up here. Laying in an uncomfortable hospital bed in the recovery wing of the best orthopedic hospital that his team could find. He couldn’t believe that they’d made him fly halfway across the world just to get some lousy surgery that wouldn't even fix his “unfixable” knee, all the surgery would do is ensure that he could still walk when he was 70. Which he had to admit was better than nothing. 

And while his knee and therefore career would never be the same, some good things had come out of this endeavor. You, namely. He’d met you. 

You were the unlucky ortho resident that the hospital had chosen to butter up the world-famous olympian in the hopes of good press or maybe even a pretty penny of a donation.

It was already frustrating enough to be the one of the only two female residents at the hospital, but to be put on babysitting duty was extra humiliating. 

Your friend (aka the other female resident) swore up and down it was because you’d rejected one of the board members years ago at some random gala when you were still just a random medical student doing rounds at the hospital, and while that could be true, you couldn’t help but feel it was punishment given to you by your attending for making a snide comment towards professional athletes while the olympian was on the table, commenting that the surgery was just delaying the star’s inevitable fade into obscurity. 

In your defense, you were correct. An injury like the one the volleyball player had sustained wasn’t something that healed easily, ESPECIALLY considering that this player in particular had a long history of injury to that same knee.

You could only assume that the attending that did this to you was a fan of the olympian, or maybe his daughters were, considering the players reputation as the internet’s “sexiest olympian alive” during the last televised olympics. Because otherwise, the punishment did NOT fit the crime. A whole month of schmoozing over one little comment?!!?! And a TRUE comment at that! 

Anywho, there was no point in staying stuck in your anger while there were cases to work through, patients to see, surgeries to aide and perform, AND on top of all that, find at least 30 minutes every day to fraternize with a man you had nothing in common with other than what floor he lived on and the floor that you spent waaayyy to much time on. 

It had started with just a harmless (albeit awkward) half hour visit every afternoon, where you’d go talk to him, track his progress, inspect his surgical sites and observe how much range of motion he’d regained, before finally walking him down to PT. But in the last week it had somehow morphed into you spending an extra hour with him every day, wasting your precious lunch break on the man recovering much slower than expected. You were actually beginning to wonder if your being there was actually hindering him, after all he was in peak condition (minus his knee) and receiving the best care in the world (literally). 

And, unbeknownst to you, you were correct. There was a 20ish….50ish….100 percent chance that you were the reason behind his reluctance to heal. Sure one could say he was scared to return to real life, scared to return to his conditioning, scared to know what this surgery was going to mean for his career, but if he was being honest, his small obsession that he’d developed towards you was his number one motivation for staying firmly planted in his recovery suite. 

Who could blame him though? Maybe it was the pain meds talking, but you were EVERYTHING he needed, everything he desired; driven, confident, and mean enough to, without fail, keep him in check every time he stepped out of line.

The only thing stopping him from sweeping you into his arms and begging for you to spend just one evening with him, was the overwhelming and very foreign fear of rejection that he was experiencing. He’d never met a woman like you, a woman that didn’t seem to want his attention in the slightest; a woman that, even weeks of laying on the charm as thick as possible, appeared completely unaware of his interest. 

So that’s where Tooru was. Laying in his recovery bed, passively watching whatever you’d put on his TV earlier today, eagerly awaiting the time of your lunch break. His sister had called that morning to harass him, stealing precious time from him as you sat boredly at his bedside, messing with the TV remote, flipping through to see what channels the hospital got.

For once, he was glad you weren’t paying any attention to him. If you had been, you’d have definitely noticed the way that sweat beaded up on his forehead as his sister scolded him for still not having asked you out to dinner. 

‘What kind of date would that make’ he thought, what would he take you down to the hospital cafeteria instead of getting room service? Imagine the two of you, you in your scrubs, no doubt wearing that exasperated ‘get it over with’ expression you often wore around him, and him, hopping after you on his crutches, big metal brace on his knee peeking out from under the cut off leg of his sweatpants. 

‘Pathetic’ he thought, of course even more pathetic was the knowledge that he knew you’d say yes. Not because you wanted to, he wasn’t that stupid, he knew that your bosses were making you do this to keep him happy. In fact, that was another reason he’d never ask, because the thought that they’d taken you, a pretty young woman of lower standing than them and thrown you at him, put a bad taste in his mouth. Was their opinion of him really that low? Did they really think he was that sleazy? That he’d throw them a check just because they assigned a pretty resident to wait on him? To appease him? 

And while none of that was true, Tooru didn’t know that. So he just continued to listen to his sisters ranting, praying that you couldn’t hear her. 

Eventually she ended the conversation, but about 30 minutes too late seeing as you’d already quietly gotten up and left, leaving him with a small wave and a silent promise to be back at lunchtime. 

So imagine his excitement when you showed up on your lunch break. And imagine his confusion as he caught sight of the wheelchair you were pushing into the room. 

“How was your phone call Mr. Oikawa?” 

He frowned at your tone, ever so professional. 

“I’ve asked you more times than I can count, to call me Tooru, Doc.” he teased, sitting up a little straighter in his bed when you let out a little huff, the closest thing to a laugh he’s ever heard from you. 

“And I told you to call me Doctor.” you bit back, the sass in your voice making him grin as he slowly shimmied his way to the edge of the bed where usually he’d wait for you to hand him his crutches. 

“Who’s the fancy ride for?” he asked, watching as you continued wheeling the chair into his room. 

“I thought that we’d eat outside today, get some fresh air to aid your recovery seeing as you're progressing a bit slower than what I’d like” you stepped over to the bed to help Mr. Oikawa up. 

“Hmmm…” he grinned again at the look of surprise on your face when he stood without your help, using his good leg to support nearly all of his body weight but putting some pressure on the bad one as well, just to show off his progress to you. He kept looking down at you, reveling in the way he could finally be the taller of the two of you, since no longer tied to his bed. “Sounds like you’re pretty eager to get rid of me.” and while he didn’t expect a laugh, he was a bit disappointed at the small nod you gave as he sat down, clearly thinking that he wasn’t paying attention to your wishful expression at the idea of him leaving. 

“Eager for you to get back on the court.” you said softly, hoping your tone would distract from the fact you’d never watched a day of men’s volleyball a day in your life. 

It was Tooru’s turn to huff, rolling his eyes at the obvious lie yet trying and failing to contain the smile it brought to his face. 

You helped him into the wheelchair, giving him the shameless opportunity to hold your waist a little longer and tighter than really needed. 

You wheeled him down to the courtyard outside, parking him next to a nice table for the two of you to eat your lunches at. He of course had some special high protein dish, planned and prepared for him by his personal trainer and delivered to him this morning. You on the other hand had your latest hyperfixation meal prep, the same thing you’d eaten for lunch every day since Tooru had met you. 

“I see you’re really mixing it up today.” 

You rolled your eyes at the sarcasm. “Sorry I don’t have the money or time to have myself some michelin star meal every day” 

“Money?” he scoffed, finding it hard to believe that someone as nicely paid as an orthopedist couldn't afford anything less than the whole cafeteria. 

“Yeah money…” you huffed back, “you’re staring at 200,000 dollars worth of student debt left to pay off” 

Tooru’s eyes must’ve nearly popped out of his head at your words, cuz for the first time in the few weeks that he’d had the pleasure of knowing you, you actually laughed. Not a scoff, not one of those cute little huffs you’d cover with a cough, an actual laugh. One that, not to be dramatic but, that Tooru could only compare to pure bliss. Like if sunshine was a sound. 

“So that’s why you’re assigned to me huh? Hunting for a nice expensive thank you gift?” Tooru was mostly joking when he said it, but deep down he was really hoping it’d provoke you to deny it, to tell him that you wanted to be there with him no matter if it was the truth or not. 

You just huffed out a short “as if”, rolling your eyes as you turned your attention back to your lunch, pushing it around the tupperware container it was in.

“I got assigned to you cause I couldn’t keep my big fat mouth shut in surgery.” you admitted, punctuating the word fat with a stab of your fork. 

This peaked Tooru’s interest, not the fork stabbing, that comment. What did you mean? Whose surgery? His? What did you say? Was it about him? About his knee? About his career? About his looks? 

Obviously the last one was just wishful thinking, but still…. It obviously had to be vulgar or disrespectful enough to count you out of a whole month’s work, which must’ve translated into countless surgeries, patients, or other opportunities. 

Tooru started to feel guilty. 

Mostly because he didn’t feel the slightest bit bad for you missing out on all of that stuff. After all, if you wouldn’t have opened your pretty little mouth, saying something he couldn’t imagine was even half as bad as things you’d said to him in the past 2 days, then he wouldn’t have met you. 

“What’d you say? And to who?” he asked, uninterested in eating, sitting back in his wheelchair, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at you expectantly. 

“psshh, it was literally nothing….” you mumbled, half-truthful and half- nervous he’d get upset with you if he found out. 

Tooru didn’t say anything, just looked at you, like a cat. Like he knew your secret and so it was pointless to try and hide it from him. 

“....I simply made a comment on the complexity of your operation, regarding the success rates of not only the proper reconstruction of all of the ligaments but also of patients' individual recoveries. Not to mention the fact that yours in particular was complicated by the years of enduring injury prior to your surgery…” 

You said it all in one breath, taking Tooru back a bit.

“How about in normal people words?” he asked, not loving the way you winced when he did. 

“I…. I pretty much said that I doubt that you’ll fully recover.” 

‘That’s it?’ he wondered, were you serious? If he let something as miniscule as that statement get him down, he’d have quit volleyball before he’d even gone pro. You must be lying, there must be more than that. 

You bit your lip as Mr. Oikawa squinted at you, a look of doubt furrowing his usually handsome face. 

But you’d chosen ortho as your specialty for a reason, you weren’t a delicate person, you never had been. You could break bones and put them back together, hell you could build new bones out of titanium, ceramic, even other bones if you felt so inclined. Not to mention the magic you could work with ligaments and tendons. 

The point was, you weren’t about to lie to this man just because your job could be on the line. It wasn’t fair to your own merit and intelligence and it sure as fuck wasn’t fair to him. 

And you think Tooru Oikawa could understand that about you. He himself was obviously used to some hardship, he obviously knew that his life would never be the same, that his body would eventually give out. All great athletes knew that. 

So why did you keep talking? 

“Of course my friend thinks it’s because I turned down one of the creepy old board members a couple years back.” you mumbled before shoving a big bite of your meal into your mouth. 

‘There it was’ he thought, the greed and pride of some old fuck was why you were here, trapped taking care of him…. a greedy and prideful YOUNG (ish) fuck. 

But the way you mumbled it out, as if it couldn’t possibly be that made Tooru question your intelligence. Was it really so far fetched that some old geezer wanted to punish a beautiful woman like yourself for rejecting him? 

“Why’s that so hard to believe?” he asked, taking you by complete surprise. Making him laugh at the way your eyes widened, you looked like a cute little chipmunk with your cheeks stuffed full staring at him in confusion. 

“Pretty girl like you gets hit on, laughs in some dudes face, he holds a grudge….. what’s hard to believe about that?” 

You were lucky you thought quickly on your feet. Not only because of the way that the olympics ‘sexiest man alive’ casually called you pretty, but also because of the way you watched his eyes flicker down to your lips. 

“Sounds like you’re empathizing with him…” you teased, trying to turn the topic off of you and your looks. 

“Fuck no,” Tooru scoffed, leaning back in his chair, crossing him arms across his chest with a mischievous grin on his face, “if you’d of said yes to the old geezer, I wouldn’t have a chance to win you over now, am I right?” 

“Careful,” you joke, avoiding Mr. Oikawa’s eyes like the plague, “if you say stuff like that I’ll start thinking you're faking how shitty you’re doing in PT just to obtain my dazzling company.” 

Was that your way of telling him you’d caught on to him? What, had you been somehow watching him through the walls of the PT room as he worked through his exercises nicely just to turn around to ‘require’ your help out of his bed back in recovery? 

“How else should I do it? Something tells me you’re not a grand gestures kind of girl.” 

You weren’t sure what to do now. You were never one for knowing when men desired you (obviously), you couldn’t help but feel yourself begin to shut down, the guard you’d built against men like Mr. Oikawa, smooth talking pretty faces flying up at record speeds after you’d allowed it to slip so briefly. 

So you decided to do what you do best, and ignore his words, closing the lid to your tupperware, cutting your lunch break at least 15 minutes short. But you decided that losing that time was faaar preferred to sitting in stunned silence or even worse, having to listen to him continue to mock you. 

“I think that’ll bring our lunch break to an end today Mr. Oikawa I’ll-” 

“Tooru.” he cut you off, looking unimpressed and maybe even a little… frustrated? 

“...right….. well like I said, it's time to go back upstairs, my next consultation starts in a couple minutes.” you said, lying through your teeth as you helped him gather his empty dishes and began wheeling him back inside in silence and quite quickly might he add, leaving him no chance to stop you before you’d already somehow reached the elevators.

“Ok wow, hold up..” Tooru placed his hands on the wheels to his chair, stopping you from pushing him into the elevator “you acting like this because you ARE a grand gestures girl?” he was grasping at straws at this point, desperate to keep you in his company for as long as possible. 

“I’m not any kind of girl Mr. Oikawa, I’m a doctor. A doctor that needs to get back to her job at that.” 

That was definitely enough to shut him up. Silently he took his palms off of the wheels, allowing the two of you to travel back up to his room in silence. 

Back in his room, Tooru had time to assess where he went wrong…. not that it was hard to pinpoint EXACTLY what he said to make you react so poorly. What he couldn’t figure out was why. Not to seem full of himself, but Tooru knew that he was a good looking man. He knew that his body was built better than most, and he knew that when he wanted to, he could charm the scales off a snake. 

And no offense to you, but Tooru could DEFINITELY tell that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you, or maybe even just about his body. So why were you acting like this? Yeah he understands the whole doctor-patient ethics of the situation, but he’d be out of your care in no time. Would you take him then? Because he had a gnawing feeling that the answer was still no. 

So why? Would it really put your job on the line that much? If anything HE held more power than ANYONE else over your job right now, with the wave of his hand he could…. 

…..he could……. 

…..yeah…. 

Yeah…… HE controlled your job right now…. and with the wave of his hand…

…he could.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean I’m not needed today?” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing come out of your attending's mouth, “you’re off the surgery board today.” 

“Why?” you asked, you were following her by now, refusing to leave without a proper explanation, because if this was what you thought it was, there was gonna be hell to pay for more than one person. 

“I think we both know the answer to that.” she turned, giving you a look, a look that definitely said ‘there’s no good fucking reason for it, but you’re the sacrifical rabbit AGAIN’ 

“Just….” you sighed, wishing you could go straight to the board and fight this borderline harassment suit, “who said this, and please… did they say why?” 

Your attending stopped to look at you, “it came someone higher up than me, your favorite patient’s requested a hospital tour, you’ve obviously been selected as the lucky loser” 

Your face must’ve dropped with the wry smile she shot at you, “I get it kid, just another tactic to teach you to keep your head down, the boys club sucks.” 

You just hummed in agreement, offering a tight lipped smile and a nod before she left you and you turned sharply on your heel with a new war path unlocked. 

The whole walk (if you could call the way you were stalk/stomping a walk) up to the recovery wing you could feel all of the thoughts and feelings you wanted to express to Mr. Oikawa swirling in your chest. 

First of all, fuck him for real. You couldn’t believe he’d pull some shit like this, just because you skirted out on checking on him yesterday, telling (lying to) his nurse that you’d been booked for a last minute surgery in the morning and had a meeting with the board at lunch. Ok??? God forbid a girl want a bit of a break after the weird lunch the two of you had the day before, and it’s not like it was a complete lie, you DID get to sit in on a surgery that morning and you DID meet a professor from med school who now sits on the board (of another hospital) for lunch. 

Did one missed day really warrant a full day's punishment? And how DARE the board just bend completely to his will. There was absolutely NO WAY this was just about a donation any more, the hospital wasn’t struggling for money that fucking bad (or at all for that matter). 

It was EXACTLY what Mr. Oikawa had said, of course you thought that the word ‘grudge’ was a bit too light for the situation you were in. This was targeted torture, bordering… no not bordering- straight up harassment. In fact after you went to his recovery room you were gonna go straight to the board and file a complaint, maybe even consult a lawyer beforehand. 

When you got to his room, you wished you could say you tore in like a bat out of hell, but the truth was that he wasn’t even in there. When you asked his nurse she reported that he’d specially asked to get his PT done in the morning so he could spend the day uninterrupted on his tour. 

And since you were told pretty clearly that you weren’t allowed to actually practice medicine the whole day, you decided to sit and patiently wait for him, maybe plan out some select words to hurl at him, maybe commit a touch of malpractice and forge a discharge form for him. 

But eventually, after 15 minutes of waiting, you were too much on edge to just sit there. So you took your happy ass down to the PT room. 

And there he was, assumedly in the cooldown phase of his session seeing as he had just been wheeled over to the barred mirrors to stretch. You decided that it might be a bit of a stress reliever to…. Help him… maybe push him a little, make him feel the discomfort you’d been feeling for the past almost-month. 

Tooru tried to suppress his smirk as he watched you flag down his trainer, hopefully telling the man that you’d be helping him out for the last couple minutes of the session, but as soon as he saw you laugh at something the guy said, resting your hand on the dudes arm, leaning in a little too close to say something in his ear, making him laugh back at you, Tooru’s mouth dropped into a straight, and VERY unamused line.

He watched through the mirrors as you turned towards him, making mockingly happy eye contact with him as you bid goodbye to your friend, and while your eyes happily focused on the way Tooru’s shoulders sagged in the mirrors, Tooru’s attention was squarely on the trainer, whose eyes just happened to be fixed on your ass as you strutted towards the stretching corner. 

You were a bit amused, thinking that Tooru was clenching his fists in anxiety or apprehension for the next 10 minutes, so you laid on your sweet customer service voice extra thick when you opened your mouth to talk to him. 

“You have some fucking nerve taking me away from patients who actually need me Mr. Oikawa.” 

Yep he expected that. 

“In fact I’ve just gotten off the phone with my lawyer friend and she says that I might have a pretty strong case for harassment…. Thoughts?" 

Yup, he expected that too. 

“So let's get this over with, I’ll stretch with you, and then the two of us can start your tour. I’ll even take you to the roof so I can show you the best jumping spot” 

Stretch with him? Now that was a pleasant surprise. 

“Sounds exciting” he said, finally taking his eyes off of his competition to focus on your face, angry? Yes. Stunning? As always.

So the two of you started, you making sure to push him a little extra deep into each stretch, reveling in the way he’d grunt asking you to ease up a little. But to him it was worth it so that he could turn around and demand you do the same stretch, taking his turn into pressing his weight into your stretch. 

And while it started as innocently as possible considering that he was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen and you were DEFINITELY the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, Tooru could feel himself slowly slipping away. 

He didn’t know a person could be this flexible, you never even winced. He couldn’t tell if what he was feeling was overwhelming admiration or if he really was just that fucking horny for you. 

At first it was funny to you, watching his eyes widen every time you sunk deeper without a problem, you’d been ogled at your whole life for being a fat woman that could twist yourself up like that (although you suspected it was usually because people just assumed fat people couldn’t move– not only a false statement but a horribly harmful judgement), but as the two of you continued, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

Somewhere in the session his groans went from entertaining to borderline….stimulating…. Between the deep timbre of his voice and the feeling of taught muscle under your fingers you were starting to get embarrassed about the situation. 

Your mind couldn't help but wander back to every complement he’d given you. That day at lunch wasn’t even the first time he’d made a pass at you. It was just the most direct. 

And you really had never noticed how built Mr. Oikawa really was. You assumed that volleyball players placed more emphasis on being lean compared to muscle mass, but the sheer… bulk of his shoulders was starting to make you believe differently. And his legs were really long… of course that one you’d never noticed due to the fact he was always seated around you. Yeah you’d seen his height on paper, you were a good doctor, you did your charting, but seeing it in real life was different. 

All of this wasn’t even the weirdest thing about everything. The weirdest part was the way that none of this was even all that difficult for him. Ya know, the man who’d just had RECONSTRUCTIVE KNEE SURGERY. 

Soon you were onto the last exercise of the day and you’d just released Mr. Oikawa from the stretch, narrowing your eyes at his mobility and deciding to finally make a remark about it. 

“It seems like you’ve improved quite a bit…. and quickly.” 

Tooru grinned, suspecting that the jig was up. But that was ok, he felt like he had you right where he wanted you. 

“Surprised?”

You rolled your eyes at the cockieness in his voice, having half a mind to kick his good leg out from under him where he now stood above you as the two of you switched positions, you getting into position for the stretch, a simple hamstring stretch that just so happened to be a tad… compromising… considering Tooru would probably give his whole bank account to put you in it…. in a bed…. out of your scrubs…. 

“Just wondering why, if you’ve been doing so well, I’ve been having to help your ass out of bed just to go to the bathroom. Ya know…If I were any bolder I’d say that-shit…” 

Both of your eyes widened as Tooru’s hands wrapped around your thigh, kneeling (yeah you clocked that ability as well) next to your laying form while pressing your leg closer towards your head, making you curse at the stretch in your hamstrings. 

You pushed out a big breath, hoping that he wouldn’t acknowledge what just happened, especially since acknowledging it would somehow make the situation more tense than it already was, a ridiculously attractive man, ridiculously close to your core, pressing you into a ridiculously provocative position. 

And while Tooru wanted to tease you about it, he was doing all he could to think about anything other than how you looked right now. He didn’t know if he’d be strong enough to see you like that, glaring up at him while he was practically between your thighs, feeling the softness of your thighs between his fingers. 

Fuck… now was NOT the time to get hard. 

You could feel your face getting hot, but thankfully Mr. Oikawa’s eyes weren’t on you, focusing on the floor above your head. 

‘Maybe god was taking mercy on you’, you thought, that was until you caught a glimpse of the last person (other than the two of you) leaving the PT room in the mirror. 

You watched Mr. Oikawa’s profile as he watched the person walk out as well, wondering if you’d be lucky enough for him to become flustered at the newfound solitude and cut this last stretch short. 

But when had you ever known luck? 

“Sorry Doc,” he mumbled, still making eye contact with the floor, “must’ve pressed too hard.” 

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. 

That's it? No comment, no smirk, no nothing? Not even-

You had to stop yourself. What the fuck were you thinking? You WANTED him to take the chance to feel you up? You wanted to get harassed? 

Of course was it harassment if you’d be secretly imagining it for the past 10 minutes? 

“That’s it?” you asked, wondering if you looked as shocked as you felt, “no comment on the fact you’ve been lying to not only the PT people but to ME about how well you’re recovering?” 

“You sound pretty bold Doc, you forget where we are right now?” 

If your eyes weren’t wide and your face wasn’t hot already they sure as fuck were now. 

“I’m sorry…,” you sputtered, a pit forming in your stomach as he continued pressing closer, so close that your knee was nearing your face, so close that if you moved your other leg the slightest bit you’d probably brush against him…..down there. “Am I understanding this correctly, you’ve been faking for the past week now for what? So that you could continue pulling me away from my work… are you that much of a fucking asshole?” 

He laughed, a deep sound that you could feel travel from the back of your thigh straight down to the junction of your thighs. 

“Doc,” he replied, almost whispering now as his face got dangerously close to yours, his hands gently letting your leg back down just to coax it into wrapping around his waist, making you gasp at the unmistakable feeling of his bulge. 

If you knew jack shit about volleyball you’d make a dirty joke about it, compare it to a baseball bat or a hockey stick, but all you could do was stare at him hesitantly.

“You know I’m, ‘just that much of an asshole.’ and… I think you know exactly why I’ve been faking it.” 

Your eyes betrayed you, flicking down to his lips, noticing how close they were, how soft they looked. 

“Enlighten me…” you whispered. 

In the back of your mind there were sirens going off. Your mind was screaming at you to stop thinking with your vagina and come to your senses, the fact that anyone could walk in on the two of you should’ve been horrifying enough to make you kick him across the room, it should NOT make you feel how you feel now. 

“Fuck I don’t know…” he sighed, his forehead falling against yours, “... ever think it’s because I like pulling you away from work…” his drug his nose up the curve of your jaw, making your heart rate jump, “even if it is just to walk me to the bathroom…” 

“Say….” his nose was at your temple, his breath hitting the most sensitive part of your neck, “maybe tomorrow when you help me… how am I gonna trust you won’t take advantage of me?” 

You scoffed, of course he’d say something like that. As if it were him pinned against the floor….which you admit would be quite the sight.

“Says the one who can’t even keep it in his pants right now….” 

His lips were on your neck now, but all you could focus on was the way he was not-so-indiscreetly grinding against you. 

Like you said before…. Baseball bat. 

Tooru’s head was spinning, just 20 minutes ago he was watching some other guy eye fuck you in a mirror, and now he could feel your tits pressed against his chest and you pulse under his tongue…fuck if heaven existed… this was it. 

“fuck…f-Mr. Oikawa we can’t b-” 

“Tooru.” he groaned against your skin, “fuck- please call me Tooru- please..” 

“ffu- fine…fine… please Tooru…” a whine came from the back of his throat as you pushed him away from you, “please… we can’t be here… they’ll fire me…” 

And that’s how Tooru wound up here, proving just how good of a job you all did as surgeons as he fucked you against the wall of his shower.

It’s not like his door being closed during this time of day was unusual for him. Usually at this time, he’d take his mid-afternoon nap which all of the nurses knew not to bother him during. 

And nobody had even seen you come in…or at least that's what you were telling yourself. That’s all you really could tell yourself, because if they came knocking at your door tomorrow with a termination notice, you weren’t even sure you could say it wasn’t worth it, not with the way that Tooru was rearranging your guts. He had you bent over the fall proof bar in his fancy walk-in shower with one of your legs propped up on the orthopedic shower bench, completely vulnerable to his brutal pace.

You could feel his hands everywhere, pulling at your hair, cupping at your tits and flicking your nipples, fuck it felt insane. 

“Sh-fuuuck Tooru…don’t… don’t slow down…” you sighed, dropping your head against the wall in content as one of his hands came down to play with your clit while the other pressed your back into a deeper arch. 

He was barely choking back his moans behind you, watching the way the fat of your ass recoiled against his hips with each thrust, hearing your soft gasps every time he aimed the head of his cock straight at your g-spot, whining every time you clamped down around him, making him feel like he couldn’t breath with how fucking amazing it felt. 

“Oh- fuckk… mm-mhm… can’t-can’t slow down… need you so fucking bad right now…” he moaned, his fingers gripping any bit of you he could get his hands on, your stomach, your tits, your ass, anything you had…he wanted.

Tooru had always like his women on the curvier side, the way their thighs would swallow his lap when they fucked him cowgirl, the way he could suffocate against their tits and use the fat of their stomach as a lever during missionary, using it to fuck them ever harder, the way that their eyes would pop open when he man handled them, pressing their face into the sheets when he fucked them doggy. 

Girls like you were Tooru’s weakness, but you… you were his achilles heel. Tooru could never have sex again after you… you were actively ruining him for any other woman on earth… and he’d never been so fucking grateful to be ruined. 

It was the way you’d wrapped your arm behind you, pressing your palm against his abs as he pounded into you from behind, just resting there to remind him that you were still the one in control. 

“Fuck you feel so good…” he moaned, his shoulders hunching in concentration as he focused his entire strength on not cumming, “...gonna make you cum so fucking hard…” 

“yeah?” you asked, your eyes still closed, focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock against your cervix, his moans were pathetic. He sounded like a pathetic little puppy dog, whining and begging you to fuck him, 

“you feel so good Tooru… love the way you feel inside… so fucking hot…” 

“Ungh- fuck… pl-please don’t say that- fuck you’re gonna make me cum… can’t… can’t cum yet…” 

You could’ve laughed at the absolute pitiful state of one of the world's best athletes, his face flushed and eyes pressed closed as he moaned under his breath, begging ‘use me’ over and over again. 

“You wanna cum Tooru?” you asked him, meanly clamping down on him again, nearly making his knees buckle, good knee included while he mumbling out little ‘no…no…no’s begging you to give him a break, he just needed a second, just a second to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself by busting before you did. 

“Awww… you wanna stop?” you teased, “you want me to put my pants back on and leave Tooru?” 

“Fuuck no- please please pl-no don’t leave… can’t leave… need to… need to fuck you…” 

You hummed in approval before standing up straight, surprising Tooru with the way he slipped out of you, making him take a step back. You followed him, trapping him against the far wall of the shower, taking one of his nipples into your mouth, digging into the soft muscle of his ass with your palms.

He almost cried at the way you pulled his ass towards yourself, the tip of his cock rubbing against your stomach, making his hips jerk uncontrollably. 

“Sh-fuu…. wha-what are you doing Doc?” he whined, his hands coming up to rest on your ass, taking the chance to knead into your softness while you sucked hickies into his chest. 

“Shhhh….” you hummed, pulling his mouth down to yours, licking into his mouth, making him moan at the taste of your tongue, dragging across his. “Be a good boy…. be a good boy and I’ll sit on your cock and let you suck my tits m’kay.” 

You almost laughed at how big his eyes got, practically sparkling in excitement. 

“Yes… fuck yes please.. I’ll do whatever you want, please just fuck me.” he begged, almost sobbing when you walked him back, pushing his chest until the back of his legs hit something. 

You pushed him to sit on the orthopedic bench you’d just been propped on, licking your lips at the sight in front of you, the way that he looked at you where you stood above him, his face and lips pink, almost dark enough to match his throbbing tip peeking out of his fist that he pulled up and down his shaft, groaning in anticipation as he watched your breasts sway in front of his face as you swung one leg over his lap, just hovering over him. 

“Please.. Sit on me doc…fuck… need it so bad…” you couldn’t help but giggle, not only at the way his hips jerked beneath you, but at the way he couldn’t even decide what to look at. You practically glowed with the way his eyes flicked quickly from your eyes to your tits, back up to your lips and eyes again. 

You knew EXACTLY what he wanted…. Mainly because you wanted the same thing… but he didn’t have to know that. Because yes you wanted it just as much, but you wanted him to work for it even more. 

“Why should I hmm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass for the past two weeks..”

“..fuck… love your ass so much….” Tooru mumbled, whining when you gently slapped his wandering palms away from your backside. You almost laughed at the look on his face as he continued his rambling, talking under his breath about how much he wanted to ‘bite it’.

“Tooru…” you cooed, tugging the hair on the nape of his neck back, forcing him to look at you with his blown out pupils, his mouth hanging open as he panted, his face pink, “focus on me, yeah?” 

“Yeah….yeah… on you-fu.. only you….” you ran your fingers up the back of his head, grinning as he leaned back into your touch, practically purring at the feeling of you petting him. You stopped hovering, straddling him, gently rubbing your core against him, a strangled noise coming from the back of his throat.

“Now…. how are you gonna make it up to me? You want your reward don’t you, Tooru?” 

“Mhmm… want you so bad…” you were a bit concerned with how hard he was biting his lip, you could tell he was really out of it…. and maybe you would’ve been kind and stopped it…. but you were also….really in to just how out of it he was… you watched his eyes sink down your chest… and stay there.

“yeah?” you teased, your nails making their way from the crown of his head back down to his shoulders, digging in slightly and keening at the sound that bubbled up from his chest. You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “you know what to do then Tooru…” 

Tooru melted into your touch, his lips attaching to your left breast without a second thought, moaning against your skin at the sounds of your little content gasps.

“Fuck…. Mr. Oi- fuck!” you yelped at the feeling of his teeth against your nipple, nipping in protest of your use of his formal name. 

“Tooru…. only Tooru” he mumbled between breaths, soothing over the bite mark he left with the heat of his tongue, swiping patterns against your nipple. 

And even though you could still feel the sting of his teeth on your skin, you couldn’t help but reward Tooru for his hard work, moving your hips in slow drags, keening at the way his tip caught under the hood of your clit every other move. 

“Feels so good Tooru” you sighed, tilting your head back and hugging his head closer to your chest. 

Tooru’s head was fuzzy. Between the lack of oxygen from being stuffed between your tits and the feeling of the slickness of your core grinding against his dick, he honestly didn’t know how he was still conscious. 

All he could do right now, was work his tongue and teeth against your skin and clutch at your hips for dear life. And with the way his biceps flexed as he guided your hips in circles on top of him, you weren’t sure who was putting in more work. Especially with the way his mouth was helping work you towards your first orgasm. 

But Tooru didn’t mind, not with the way every few tugs the tip of his cock caught against your hole, making you gasp on top of him, your hips betraying you and jumping out of pattern, showing Tooru just how much you actually wanted him. 

And trust that you had him, he was wrapped around your pretty manicured finger, and even though your nails were blunted, cleanly clipped and scrubbed that morning (back when you thought your day would look VERY different from how it looked now), Tooru’s back still burned with the way you were clawing at it, dragging up and down, making marks that would be VERY difficult to explain to the nurses… not that he wanted to explain you away. But he couldn’t imagine that anything the two of you had done in the last 30 minutes was ethical, much less allowed by the hospital. 

….and speaking of the hospital….. 

The two of you stilled at the sound of the door to Tooru’s room opening. His eyes shot down to his watch, widening at the realization that his usual wake up time had rolled around. 

And while Tooru was busy silently freaking out beneath you, there was a reason you’d gotten where you were today. Always quick on your feet and even quicker witted, you flicked on the water in the shower and held your finger to your lips, silently telling Tooru to shut up and calm down. 

The nurse on shift, obviously hearing the shower come on, briskly knocked on the door to the bathroom. 

“Mr. Tooru? Are you okay?”

You nodded at Tooru as if to say ‘you got this’, taking your palm away from where it had been resting over his mouth. 

“Yep, just…umm… didn’t get a chance to shower after PT this morning.” 

“I see, well while you were at PT, your sister called and asked to leave a message.” 

Tooru’s eyes got wide. 

“Oh yeah?” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as you evilly shifted on his lap, causing him to inhale sharply at the abrupt sensation. 

“Oh yeah…” the nurse continued, launching into everything she and Tooru’s sister had talked about. Tooru just waited with baited breath for her to finish, praying it would be soon… that was until he once again felt you move. But this time, you didn’t stop. 

“He-” he whispered, only stopped by your palm back across his mouth. A look of panic danced across his face as he felt you reach under yourself, taking him into your hand before slowly sinking down onto him. 

You threw your head back, your mouth dropping into a silent ‘o’ at how full you felt, it’d only been a couple of minutes but somehow your body had forgotten the intense stretch you felt sinking down to Tooru’s balls, taking him all in at once. 

And despite the look of ashamed anger on your patient’s face, he couldn’t deny that the whole situation turned him on, you could tell as much with the way you felt him twitching inside of you. 

You leaned down to his ear, thankful that the nurse hadn’t stopped her spiel yet. 

“Keep talking Tooru” you whispered, starting to slowly and quietly start fucking the injured olympian. 

He let out half of a pathetic whine under his breath, praying that the water was enough to drown out the wet schliking sounds of you riding him.

After what felt like hours of torture (aka no more than 4 minutes), the nurse was finally done with her recap, ending with a “and one more thing Mr. Oikawa…”

Tooru closed his eyes, focusing all of his energy on this reply, “What’s that?”

“Your sister told me to tell you�� and I quote… to ‘grow balls and finally ask out that sexy doctor of yours.’ ” 

Tooru didn’t miss the way that you faltered above him. He could feel his face light on fire and if he didn’t already wish to be swallowed up by the earth then he sure as fuck did now. 

“Ahhh… I see.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding your eyes as you were now still on top of him, and perhaps it was a blessing in disguise because now that you weren’t moving he could properly respond to the nurse to finally make her apologize for interrupting before bidding goodbye.

You looked down at him when you heard the door to the room open and close again. 

He had talked about you to his sister? Was this crazy man truly that serious about you? 

You’d convinced yourself that he’d been mocking you for the past week, you’d convinced yourself that your current situation was strictly the result of the world's hottest man being laid up and blue-balled for the last month…..

He talked about you to his sister?

“Umm…” Tooru cleared his throat beneath you… you avoided his gaze, feeling your face warming with embarrassment.

“Sorry about that…. er- please don’t think I’m some weirdo, I’m so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I know you don’t see me like that… my sister is just crazy and I was just talking to her abo-” 

A strangled sound came out of him, as you quickly wrapped your hands around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, swallowing the sound as you left him more than breathless. 

You drew away, biting your lip as you once again felt him twitching inside you. 

“What was that…” he whispered, staring at you bewildered with his pupils blown and your spit shining on his lips. 

“You really mean it?” you breathe, barely containing your smile as you look down at him, your heart pounding in your chest as the gravity of your situation settles. 

You’re in the shower… with an olympian… fucking him… and he’s the hottest man you’ve ever met… and he wants you back?... no not even just that, he… likes you? 

“Huh?” 

You giggled at the look of confusion on his face. Holding his face with a newfound gentleness (not that he minded the roughness)

“All those times you flirted with me… you weren’t mocking me?” 

Tooru must be hearing things now.

“HUH?!?” 

Your eyes were wide with a mix of disbelief and shock. And to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure of how to proceed. 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘was I mocking you?’”

Tooru’s hands were on your waist now, not moving you, but definitely keeping you rooted in place, unable to escape him. You felt your smile falter.

“I just…. I didn’t…” you seemed unsure… an emotion that Tooru had never seen on you…. He didn’t like it. 

“You thought that I… some old washed up athlete, was mocking you… a gorgeous, smart, and not to mention, really fucking sexy doctor? Do you think I’m fucking crazy?” 

You continued chewing on your lip, evading his gaze, unsure of how to answer. 

“Babe, the only thing I’m crazy about, is you…” 

Your eyes widened as you finally met his eyes, a bit taken back by the fire in them. 

It was your turn to be speechless.

“Seriously?” 

Tooru smirked, groaning as he slowly began moving your hips again, making you accidentally squeeze around him. 

“As a fucking heart attack Babe…” you watched, not able to deny the feelings in your stomach, as Tooru’s biceps strained, more moving than guiding you up and down his cock in small slow movements, his hips rolling with each motion beneath you, making your toes curl against the wet tile.

“Fuck…” you whimpered, your brows furrowing at all of the feelings, both physically and emotionally, washing over you. You fell against his chest, your tops flush with each other, your tits pressed against his pecs. Your lips met his again, one hand coming up to wrap firmly around his throat while the other stayed low, pressed against his lower stomach, giving you more leverage as you began moving against him again. 

You looked into his eyes, "prove it then.”

That was all the green light Tooru needed, groaning out a low, “gladly” before lowering you both to the floor of the shower, which thankfully was not only spacious seeing as he was roomed in the VIP suite, but also regularly cleaned.

He wasted no time, rooting his feet as firmly into the slippery floor as he could before twisting you up, one thigh pressed against your chest as he wrapped the other around his hips, teasing you with a little “now this feels familiar” before sinking back into you, pulling moans out of the both of you. 

“Fuck Tooru…fuck-just like that” 

Tooru grinned at the sounds coming out of you, gritting his teeth to stop his own whines from bleeding out as he started jackhammering into you, ignoring how his knee was screaming at him against the hard tile, it was worth it though, to be able to fuck into you unrestrained like this, watching your body bounce with each thrust beneath him, fuck, you looked delicous. 

‘Fuck, Doc you feel so fucking good…” he groaned, pressing you farther into your stretch, hitting all of your sweet spots as his balls pressed against your ass with how deep he was. 

“Yeah?” you were panting below him, focused only on chasing the orgasm that was building in your core, “you’re such a good boy Tooru…making me feel so good…” 

“Fuck..” Tooru whimpered, he could feel his end coming, the way that his balls felt ready to burst. “Fuck… choke me.. Please…please-choke me…” 

You didn’t even hesitate, one of your hands flying to wrap back around his neck while the other slid down your body to rub your clit. Tooru let out a choked sob above you, hips hips jerking against you, his tempo getting messier by the second, showing you just how close he was.

Harder… he needed you to squeeze harder, he needed his head to go fuzzy again, needed to feel completely at your mercy. 

And as if you could read his mind, you tightened your grip, making him let out of pitiful little ‘mmphf’

“Fu- feel so good Tooru…. such a good boy, you wanna cum Tooru?” 

You almost finished then and there with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he panted, little whines of ‘yes, yes please’ falling out of his lips between each breath. 

“Fu-....w-where can I cum?” he asked, his eyes pressed tightly closed, he was so close that he knew if he saw your face he’d bust before you could tell him not to. 

“Tell me where you want Tooru…” you purred, your hips rolling with his as you felt your high approaching, you wanted him to fuck you through it though so you knew you had to hold off, you wanted to see his cute little overstimulated face, you wanted him to begg to stop, that it was too much.

Fuck the power was going straight to your head, so much so you almost forgot to listen to him as he cried out on top of you. 

“Fuck…. I don’t…. I don’t- inside? Fuck, can I cum inside of you??” 

You smiled at him, letting go of his neck, your hand wrapping around to the nape of his neck, pulling at the hair. 

“You wanna cum inside of me, Tooru?” 

“Fuck…y-yes… I wanna-” 

“I want you to beg for it, Tooru.” you said sweetly, you would’ve giggled at the way his eyes popped open if it weren’t for how good he was drilling into you.  

“Fuuuckkk…please… please- let…lemme cum inside of you please… please I promise I’ll be a good boy-fuck… please just let me finish inside….” 

“What a sweet boy Tooru… go ahead, cum for me…” you soothed, pulling him into a final kiss, once again swallowing the cries and moans that came from him as his hips stuttered against you, his end hitting him like a freight train.

“Ah ah ah…” your fingers wrapped above his hips, half forcing-half guiding him to continue his efforts in fucking you, drawing a strangled sound from his chest, “be a good boy and keep fucking me Tooru, I wanna cum too…. Can you do that? Can you make me cum?”

If Tooru wasn’t crying before, he was definitely crying now, overstimulation making his core burn and his balls ache, but still he had to press on… he had to feel you finish around him. 

And you were nearly there, your eyes screwed shut and your fingers returning to draw quick circles against your clit. 

“Fuck… I want you to cum so bad…” he whined, somehow managing to replace your fingers with his own through his haze, making you cry out at the feeling of the rough pad of his thumb pushing your clit in mean circles. 

“Oh my god….” you gasped, your orgasm washing over you without any warning, making Tooru visibly grit his teeth, doing his best to fuck you through your high as your warms walls spasmed around him, practically pushing him into a second orgasm. 

He collapsed against you, his knee screaming in pain as he laid on top of you, between your legs, still protecting you from the shower stream so you wouldn’t be practically waterboarded after being fucked within an inch of your life.

“Fuck that was…..” you panted… your fingers absentmindedly carding through Tooru’s hair while he practically purred on top of you. 

“Mmm… I agree…” he hummed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, shifting against you until he slipped out, leaving you feeling hollow… but not for long as he began to slowly scissor his release back into you, loving the slippery warmth of your cunt wrapped around his fingers, loving how your brows furrowed in overstimulation, how you drew in a sharp breath and tightened your grip on his hair. 

It was a slow recovery, the two of you having to actually stand up and shower…. Well you had to stand up, Tooru had to be dragged up by you until he was standing, supporting himself against you, being just as handsy as one would expect. 

The two of you washed together, you getting down on your knees to “check his surgical incisions” before giving him a reward for such clean and tidy stitches. After that, you just lazed around his room for the rest of the day, flipping through the tv channels while he scolded his sister over the phone, threatening her with HIPAA (which he OBVIOUSLY had a poor grasp on) all while his eyes nervously flicked over to you every once in a while. Eventually you got hungry and ordered room service where Tooru experienced probably the best meal of his life (probably because he insisted you hand feed it to him) with a chocolate milkshake to wash it down. 

And while it was a hassle feeding the sexy injured olympian you couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it seeing as after he showed you how he could tie a knot in the cherry stem with his tongue, he showed you another very pragmatic use of the muscle.

And although neither of you knew what would happen when tomorrow rolled around, at the moment, you couldn’t seem to care. 

After all the years of abusing and pushing his body past the limit, everything had caught up to Tooru Oikawa. But as he laid in his hospital recovery bed, with you rolling your eyes at every lame joke he shot your way, thinking he didn’t notice the way you covered a laugh with a cough or how you hid your smile behind your hand, he could say 10000% without a doubt, that all of the abuse and battering had been worth it. 

After all, he has a sexy doctor now. All to himself, to break him apart and put him all back together again. 

damn....like I said... my fav so far... how'd ya like it bestie?? ;)

[viorel-lette]

Some quick thoughts and doodles I wanna jot down about the Beasts' designs for the silly AU while the Ancients' stuff are still in progress :]

[K-pop Beasts Hunters AU]

Before I start breakdancing, my main idea for the Beasts' character and fits depend on the song they're performing and which line each Saja boy sings!– And to help narrow it down further, I also decided to base their designs like this 👇

Soda Pop : Virtues x Saja Boys Your Idol : Beasts x Saja Boys

Having Fount/Shmilk as Jinu and Herald/Spice as Abby is pretty given, so these two will remain constant. But with Mystic, Sugar, and Silent, their roles could go in three different ways:

A. Sugar as Romance Mystic as Baby Silent as Mystery

B. Sugar as Baby Mystic as Romance Silent as Mystery

C. Sugar as Romance Mystic as Mystery Silent as Baby

Depending on which song, these three somehow fit well in ALL these options, which is why I find it a little hard deciding who I could base with who :((( Did a little searching to see what others take on this is, and found (A) being the most common cuz of how it fits their Beast selves.

But going back to my little idea of basing their designs on their Virtue forms for 'Soda Pop', and Beasts on 'Your Idol'– along with considering who sings what line, here's what I decided on :D!

For SODA POP: (B)

• Sugar as Baby • Mystic as Romance • Silent as Mystery

* Sugar (in this case Sugar of Happiness) doing the up-beat rap part fits more than the other two. Pre-corrupted Silent would be fire at it as well, but purely based on vibes, Mystery's flowy singing lines suit him much more! Same reason with Pre-corrupted Mystic having Romance's parts :D! Also if I decide on keeping the Saja Boy's fits, their color schemes matches :O

For YOUR IDOL: (C)

• Sugar as Romance • Mystic as Mystery • Silent as Baby

*Based on the lines they sing and the Beasts personality! Very big switch up for Silent (soft singing to some intense rapping), so I like to think of it as part of their facade being put away and their beast selves showing!

EDIT: Also!! Big credits to these three awesome people who made the pre-corrupted sprites I used above :D))!!

[Fanmade] Sugar of Happiness by Mrs Ender on Fandom Pre-corrupted Mystic Flour by @modcroissant Pre-corrupted Silent Salt by Double_Giraffe_7610 on Reddit

That's all :]

*breakdances into the depths of oblivion*

[haru-dipthong]

Fansub release + translation notes for Utena ep 37

From the beginning of this project, I decided that since it’s impossible to directly translate Utena’s first person pronoun 僕 (boku), I would instead compensate for it by using the closest English language cultural equivalent, which I believe to be gendered third person pronouns (I did other compensation, but this was the most explicit).

At the start of the show, Utena is portrayed as a stereotypical tomboy — a ぼくっこ. Despite breaking some conventions, such a gender expression is still mostly wielded by people who prefer she/her pronouns, so it made sense to have most characters she/her Utena. However, as the show progresses, it becomes clear that there’s more to Utena’s gender non-conformity. Utena’s idealism is cast in direct contrast to the patriarchal oppression of the main villains. Utena is depicted as confident in all matters except those of their own gender. And the gendered roles that Utena effortlessly slides into are all masculine ones.

It makes sense then, for Utena to start getting they/themmed more as the show goes on. But English pronouns require someone else to use them. I thought the most fitting way to work this progression into the dialogue would be to make each member of the student council begin they/themming Utena after a critical loss. It was also important that the loss that causes the pronoun change had to reflect a change in the way they see the world and the way they see Utena.

Miki changed after his first loss. Not because the loss itself was particularly damaging to his understanding of gender, but because Utena and Miki are depicted as friends immediately following it. Anyone that close to Utena (besides Anthy) would follow in Wakaba’s footsteps and begin using their preferred pronouns. He maintains his patriarchal worldview, and perhaps he doesn’t even realise the rebellion Utena is performing against it. He is young and naive. He’ll go along with things without properly understanding them.

Juri changed after her first loss. This change is not because she respects or understands Utena more, and certainly not because they become more friendly. Juri originally saw a kindred spirit in Utena. Another girl, trying to make it in a patriarchal world. After the loss, she understands that “miracles are real, just not for me”. She is attempting to process the idea that Utena is special by distancing them from womanhood (and therefore she, a woman, is doomed to live without miracles).

Touga and Saionji only get their first they/thems out in this episode.

Touga: 今頃、彼女のもとにも手紙は届いているだろう。

Touga: I'm sure they have received their letter too.

then, later in the scene:

Saionji: ところで知っているのかな？天上ウテナは。

Saionji: Utena Tenjou... do you think they know?

After his final loss, Touga’s real love and respect for Utena is recontextualised in his mind. Where he once saw a powerful and beautiful woman, he now sees a person in control of their own destiny. A person who would rather fight to the bitter end for what they believe in than simply choose to be rescued. He finally comes to understand Utena for who they are.

Saionji also seems to have done a lot of work on himself prior to these final few episodes. He seems a lot more self-aware and a lot more understanding of others. When he loses with Touga, I can see how his image of Utena as the helpless girl in the coffin transforms into that of a powerful warrior. She has the ability and opportunity to climb out of the coffin now, and despite all his talk, Saionji does not.

Akio: 今夜の君はなんだかとても女の子だなぁ。

Akio: You seem very much a girl, tonight.

then later:

Utena: 今夜の僕はとても女の子らしいんだって！あきおさんが言ってた。

Utena: Apparently I was very girly tonight! That's what Akio said.

Note the difference between “very much a girl” and “very girly”! Akio did not in fact say “very girly” but that’s what Utena interpreted it as. The difference is in Utena’s use of らしい after “girl”, making it “girl-like” or “girly”. The Japanese certainly sounds like a description that you wouldn’t use for an actual girl.

On top of that, the difference shows how much Utena struggles with their gender. Akio’s statement carries a lot of weight — he sees Utena being broken into shape. He sees them transforming into a girl and giving up their rebellion thanks to his manipulation. Utena doesn’t see this. They claim to be “a girl”, yet they misinterpret Akio as likening them to a girl, rather than what he actually said.

Other translations have used the word “feminine” in both Akio and Utena’s lines, but despite it being a more natural English way of phrasing it, I think there are four reasons this is not ideal.

The unnatural phrasing draws attention to the line.

It’s highly important that the phrasing differs slightly between Akio and Utena.

The same word should be used in the lines immediately following: “What does that mean? To be a girl?” and then Anthy: “Ultimately, a girl is just like the Rose Bride.”

I think the word girl specifically is very important to use here because it conveys youth as well, not only femininity.

Juri: 君はアンシーをどうするんだ？好きなんだろう？ Utena: それは、先輩の好きとはちがいますよ。僕のは純粋に…　いや、先輩のも純粋だろうけど… Utena: でも、僕はもう…　姫宮の事…　姫宮の事…

Juri: What are you going to do with Anthy? You like her, don't you? Utena: I think we mean something different when we say "I like her". For me, it's an innocent kind of– Sorry, I'm not saying your feelings aren't innocent, but… Utena: Either way, I don’t… Himemiya is just… She’s just so…

This is a really interesting scene to me because it’s the first time Utena acknowledges Juri’s homosexuality. Utena seems to be aware of its taboo nature, despite having been too naive to see its presence in the past. I think this scene is doing a lot of work in establishing how Utena conceives of lesbianism and how they are denying it in themself.

Thank you very much to my editor @dontbe-lasanya for all your hard work as always!

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[villainessbian]

The way it's presented is often, when you see it as a child, by telling you the picture shows a nation united with everyone moving in the same direction. When you see it as an adult you can clearly see how it's not. Some characters are in the dark and others are in the light, some are bent and some are upright, some look back and some look forwards... the "march of progress" is in the middle personified by Columbia, symbolised by the laying of telegraph wire, and embodied by settlers and hunters. The "benighted past" is to the left (and to some extent in the extreme front ground ) being hunted out - uncertain weather (now explained), dangerous mountains (now scaled), buffalo (being hunted), natives also being hunted. And "modernity" to the right: modern ploughs, planted poles, the railway, sunlight over the world.

This is an extremely divided piece of art - not a unifying one. It relies on isolation and contrast. To show that getting rid of First Nations is somehow progress.

this isn’t the first time the DHS has tweeted literal nazi propaganda but uuuhhhh I feel like things are going to get Very Bad unless we do something. about the nazis. who are running the US government

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Oddinary

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(So, this is the ODDINARY trailer. I probably didn't make it lore-accurate. I'm still catching up on the lore, and it's confusing me. But it's fine. This was just for fun. It's gonna basically be like a little AU-type thing in the Mama Bear universe. Kinda like how the SKZoo fic was like its own AU in the Mama Bear collection.)

Words: 1902.

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Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. MamaBear Collection.

Summary: Felix is trying to find everyone. You want your family back together.

Felix stood in front of the building. Ordinary. He was here to try to find all the members. His friends had disappeared. Hyunjin had been the first to go missing. Everyone had panicked, looking for him. But then, you never came back during your search. Hyunjin had lured you into Oddinary. Just before he broke your mind and made you Oddinary, a maniac, he promised that the other boys would join you both soon. 

Han was the next to disappear. Then, I.N. and Seungmin went missing at the same time, which sent the Hyungs and Felix into panic. Bang Chan had made them all stay home while he went out looking. He didn't want to lose any more members. But then, he found his way to Oddinary, too. Then Changbin followed him. Before Minho went missing, he told Felix about Oddinary. That he was going to go and look for everyone. Changbin had sent him his location before he went missing. Minho had warned Felix to be careful if he ever went. But Minho promised he would do his best to bring everyone home. But Minho didn't return home. Leaving Felix alone.

He was building the courage to go inside, his thumb fumbling with the lock in his hand. He let out a small breath when he caught a glimpse of someone. You. You had pink hair and a pretty tiara on your head. Wearing a pretty, white dress and matching white heels with pink roses on them. This was it. If you were here, then the others had to be here too, right? He knew this was where Minho had been heading. He couldn’t turn back now.

Felix opened the door and stepped inside in time to see you turning a corner. He didn’t notice the sign outside changing from Ordinary to Oddinary. 

You stood at Chan's desk, smiling sweetly at him as you set a white and blue rose in the vase. The two of you held hands for a moment. Chan moved his hand to your cheek and stroked it with his thumb. The two were as in love as ever. You had been so happy when Chan had found you, when he had joined you. The two of you shared a passionate kiss before you turned and skipped away.

“Honey?” Felix called out. He walked around the corner and down the hallway. The lights flickered. That's when he spotted Chan. He walked toward the male. He was dressed smartly, and now he had blue hair.

“Chan?” Felix asked. Chan didn't say anything; he just stared at Felix for a moment, looking up from his iPad, which he had been making music on. It looked as though he was inspecting Felix.  

Felix looked at him, confused about what was going on.

Chan bit the nail of his thumb and let out a hum as he nodded. He moved his hand and tilted his head towards a door. “Go ahead.” 

Felix looked down the hallway. There you were. Skipping down the hallway and leaving through the door. 

Felix's eyes went wide. “Mama Bear! Honey!” He moved. Following after you. He opened the door you had gone through, seeing a room full of clocks. He watched you going down some steps. He took a moment to look around the room. His fingers were grazing one of the clocks when a cuckoo clock made him jump. 

Han walked forward and pushed the bird back into the clock. He looked at his wrist, seeing a message pop up. He looked up, and that’s when he noticed Felix. 

Han turned, looking Felix up and down for a moment. Felix frowned as he watched Han crouch at the top of the stairs and pour something into his eye. Maybe they were eye drops. 

Felix made his way to the stairs and made his way down, and Han watched Felix descend the stairs, his hand resting on his cheek.

As Felix walked down the stairs, he heard a sweet giggle. Your giggle. He walked down a little more, only to see a wall full of pictures. His fingers ran over the pictures as he looked at them curiously. Then, he saw a flash of light, catching him off guard. His hand moved up to cover his face. 

When he moved his hand, he saw Seungmin standing there with a camera in his hand. Seungmin put his camera down and adjusted the glasses on his face before taking them off. He set them down carefully and picked up a black heart-shaped cake.

Felix made his way down the last few steps and made his way over to Seungmin. He looked at the cake in confusion before looking back at Seungmin. Seungmin put the cake down before handing Felix the picture he had just taken of him. 

Felix reached out to take the picture from Seungmin’s finger. However, the picture dropped to the ground. This caused the blonde and the brunette to both look down at it. Felix knelt to pick the picture up.

Only, when he looked up, everything had changed. The room was covered in newspapers. Seungmin and the pictures were gone. Someone was on a couch. Sleeping? 

Felix stood up and walked to the sleeping figure. He reached out for the newspaper over the person’s face. A missing picture of Jeongin was in the newspaper. Then, the person sat up. 

Jeongin wasn’t happy that his sleep had been disturbed. He rolled his head side to side before standing up. Felix fell back, landing on his ass. He backed up to the table behind him as Jeongin stalked towards him, one hand in his pocket, and he lowered his body. His other hand slammed onto the table behind Felix’s head. His face close, eyes searching Felix’s shaking body.

Felix held his breath. Scared to move. This wasn’t the I.N. he knew. Ever since he had stepped into this building, everyone had been acting strange. Staring at him. Making him feel confused and uncomfortable. What had this place done to you all? 

Jeongin grabbed a newspaper from the table and stood up properly. He walked back to the couch and lay down, newspaper back on his face, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Felix noticed his own face now on the newspaper. A missing person. But he wasn’t missing; he hadn’t been gone that long. How could he be missing? 

The blonde shook his head and got up. He looked around, noticing a glimpse of white. So he followed. He found himself at another set of stairs and began going down them. He was careful as he moved, slowly calming himself. One hand on the railing and one on the wall. 

The blonde froze. Someone was here. He turned to his right and looked up to see Hyunjin crouching. His hair is now red, holding a red apple in his hand. Hyunjin stared Felix down as he lowered his hand that held the apple. It made a shiver run down Felix’s spine. 

Felix quickly made his way down the stairs. Hyunjin continued to watch the blonde descend the stairs, heading straight for Minho. He let out a small chuckle. The missing piece was finally here. 

Felix kept one hand on the wall as he quickly moved. He froze as a can flew in front of him, embedding itself into the wall mere inches away from his face. He was shaking. However, he was daring enough to look at the culprit. 

There stood Minho, hair purple. A golf club in one hand, a can in the other. Minho crushed the can and dropped it to the floor as he locked eyes with Felix. He pointed the golf club in Felix’s direction. Minho then moved. He walked forward. 

Felix was shaking at this point, his heart pounding in his ears as Minho got closer and closer. Minho stood in front of the blonde. Minho glanced at the scared blonde and smiled to himself. He lifted a hand and pulled the can out of the wall before walking away. 

Felix blinked, and suddenly he was in a hallway. It was long. He backed up as a figure kept moving. A person stood in what almost looked like a metal detector. But every time the lights flickered, the man illuminated in red light moved closer and closer. Changbin. 

Felix backed up, the door opened behind him, letting the terrified male walk backwards into the elevator. He stumbled slightly as the doors in front of him began to close. Changbin stood right at the doors of the elevator, holding up a ‘Free Hugs’ sign. 

Now, normally, Felix would never say no to hugging any of the members. But right now, he was terrified. The doors finally close, leaving a sad-looking Changbin on the outside. 

Felix looked around as the lights flickered. There you were again. Looking out of the window, twirling a red and white rose between your fingers. Felix watched as you made your way away from the window and closer towards the wall across from him. 

“Didn’t you hear me call for you?” He asked you as he took a step towards you.

You looked at the male and offered him a knowing smile. “You’re ready now. Just say yes. We can be a family again.” You told him, your voice giddy.

The blonde didn’t have time to question you as the elevator began to move, and the lights flickered. Felix looked around, nervously playing with his lock. What was happening now? The lights went off. 

Felix froze, not knowing what to do. As the lights came back on, he felt a presence beside him. He could feel a warm breath on his ear as the person leaned close to him.

“Do you want to be Oddinary?” Hyunjin asked him. 

Felix ran his thumb over the lock and opened it after a moment of thinking. “I do.” 

Hyunjin moved to stand over the shorter male, looking down at him, and then he pushed him. Right out of the window.

As Felix fell, he could see you. There you both stood. Side by side. Hyunjin in black and red. You in white and pink. Hyunjin’s hair blew in the wind. As did your hair and the skirt of your dress. Hyunjin’s eyes locked with Felix’s before he looked up, looking straight forward. You, on the other hand, continued to watch. You watched as the lock shattered into pieces. 

“You kept your promise.” You spoke, proud of Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin placed a hand on your shoulder and smirked. “I always do.” 

“Catch him, bring him home.” You handed Hyunjin the rose before turning to leave.

Hyunjin stared ahead, lifting the rose to smell it as he felt the breeze for just a moment longer. Then, he leaned forward and fell, ready to catch Felix.

You stood with the boys. Chan was on your left, leaning against the railing of the stairs. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. You rested a hand on his chest, holding onto his shirt. On your other side were I.N., Then Han, Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin and Seungmin. 

You watched Felix walk toward you all. His outfit was mostly red now, rather than just black and white. He stood between Minho and Hyunjin. And when you noticed his eye glowing green, you knew he had come home. Your family was back together, being maniacs together.

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[retquits]

work in progress, was recently seized by the urge to paint one of my other favorite mistria character designs 💗

[mechncheese]

Science AU FAQ !

What is this AU about?

“As war continues to rage on planet Cybertron, A desperate Optimus Prime entrusts Autobot scientist Jetfire and his team of scientists the task of restoring life to their dying planet as they battle against the Decepticons.”

Head Scientist Jetfire is assigned a team of Autobot scientists (consisting of Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor) to restore a dying Cybertron. They're stationed on the Autobot science base located on Luna 2 with the only functioning Space Bridge. Before they can make any progress, the Decepticons storm Luna 2 and force the science team to make a hasty escape through the Space Bridge. They end up on a nameless moon, devoid of life. This moon is dubbed Ambition by the Science Team and they are forced to temporarily station themselves. Not only do they have to restore Cybertron but now they are saddled with another task, finding a way back home.

The tag I use for this AU is #tf science cont

Here's more about the settings

It is important to note, this AU is split into two different narratives that happen at the same time ! (To be expanded upon)

Also important to note that this AU is its own continuity and does not feature IDW related events some ideas and character commonalities are inspired by multiple different continuities but overall this is disconnected from other TF universes.

Some characters have different personalities (Perceptor being more inspired by his G1 counterpart than his IDW version) different backstories and lore (Brainstorm's backstory and lore not involving Quark) and different alt modes (Brainstorm being a triple changer; First Aid being a motorcycle, etc)

Refs I have so solidified so far

*NOTE: A lot of older asks/discussions about Science AU may be changed and may not apply to my current narrative (ex: I said I'd include Skystar getting back together in a couple of past asks but since then have changed my mind and decided to have them remain separated)

Why is it called the Science AU?

It's called the Science AU because the protagonists are scientists, not because I included every scientist in the AU </3

How do Prowl and Brainstorm get stuck with them/Why are they stuck working together?

After the scientists are compromised on Luna 2, Prowl takes the situation into his own hands. He recruits the help of Brainstorm, imprisoned for treason and dangerous experimenting. In exchange for Brainstorm's help locating the lost science team and bringing them home, Prowl promises Brainstorm freedom. For a majority of the story, Brainstorm wears a stasis collar as an incentive. With it on, Brainstorm is unable to transform. Prowl and Brainstorm meet up with the other scientists later on in the AU's timeline but prior, they spend time on Cybertron with Nautica, Nightbeat, and the other Autobots.

*Note: The relationship between Prowl and Brainstorm is not romantic, there's a lot of unlabeled tension between them though it's more like next level haters, a secret third thing if you will.

What's going on back on Cybertron?

Back on Cybertron, Brainstorm has entrusted his best friend (well.. They're on rocky terms since Brainstorm's downhill spiral) Nautica with his return plans. Science AU Cybertron is intended to be somewhat of an anthology featuring short stories from both Autobot and Decepticon sides and how they are dealing with Cybertron's gradual decay as well as how they are doing with the war. Nautica and Nightbeat reoccur the most out of everyone and the overarching narrative mostly follows them as they descend lower and lower into Cybertron's dying underbelly.

Is ___ in this AU?

Here's the Autobot list of characters ! Decepticon character list is still a WIP ! If a name isn't listed, then it's unlikely they're in this AU

Will everyone included have their own short story/narrative?

Unfortunately no </3 some characters will simply be in the background. I have so many characters I'm working with and I want to get this AU done eventually. I'm limiting myself on what and who I want to include in major subplots etc.

Is ___ ship included in this AU?

Also unlikely </3 I am the worst transformers fan ever. I don't have many ships included, shipping/romance is not my primary focus in this AU. There's past Skystar but they do not get back together and none of the main scientists end up in a relationship by the end of this AU. I'm not here to spoil anyone's fun though, in the end we are all playing with toys and the audience is free to interpret character relationships how they wish (within reason)

Are Humans or Earth featured in this AU?

This continuity does not feature any humans and does not feature Earth. References to Earth related things (media and swears) will be made (mostly for comedy) but overall, this is a story about Cybertronians.

Will this be a Fanfic or Webcomic?

I’m not making a full-blown webcomic or anything, I'm treating this AU like a show pitch. I’ll have an outline for the timeline / episodic summaries of what happens when I finish this Pitch bible with illustrations and such ! I will be drawing short comics and other illustrations featuring character interactions + major moments I want to emphasize visually. I do this for funsies on my free time so I may be slow when it comes to that and also don’t expect anything really grand, I apologize !

Do you allow fanart/fanfics about your AU?

Absolutely ! And feel free to tag me so I can see !

When will it be done?

I don't know </3

[specialcolorfulshabon]

That line from Addison right there is the very thing that holds me back from shipping Zeddison completely. It makes it come across as if the writers are shoving their romance down our throats and spelling it out for the audience, rather than just letting their relationship evolve naturally and the actors convey the characters' feelings on their own. We never really have a period in which Zed and Addison are "just friends", they jump from strangers to lovers right off the bat. I believe I'd have a much easier time with that ship if we had that more natural strangers-friends-"quietly crushing on each other but don't have the courage to say it out loud"-lovers progression throughout the films, that way it would feel more earned. As it is, I feel like they're moving too fast and could hit a brickwall at any moment.

[malachiteclouds]

Astrological Houses Cheat Sheet

The houses in a natal chart represent where the energy is being expressed. I think of the houses as different rooms/settings, the planets are the guests, and the signs are the theme/decor. I made this cheat sheet a couple years ago to describe what is affiliated with each house :)

First House: identity, self, appearance, interpretation of character, how others see you, personality, mannerisms, why you do the things you do, sense of direction, persona, well-being, attitude, physical characteristics

Second House: values, personal finance, what you possess, self image and esteem, income, earning capacity, treasure, assets, resources, what you own, what you value

Third House: communication, speech, learning, thought process, knowledge, logic, memory, tactfulness, local environment and community, siblings & socially defining relatives, school life, domestic travel, mentality, crowds, mental stimulation, your children's friends

Fourth House: domestic life, maternity and motherhood, intimate home life, land & property, emotional security, insecurities, roots, family, protection, traditions, lineage, ancestors, generational karma, the skeletons in your family's closet, background

Fifth House: pleasure, sex, creativity, love affairs, children, procreation, affection, risk-taking, boldness, parties, vacations, recreation, leisure, fun, jokes, humor, laughter, indulgences, enjoyment, self expression, romance

Sixth House: daily routines, service, health, responsibilities, pets, coworkers, refined skills, mastery, satisfaction in career and job matters, meaningful work, seven of pentacles, sustainable results, daily investment and nourishment, desire to be competent, obligations, yielded results, progress, planning, organization, hobbies, diet and exercise

Seventh House: partnerships, primary relationships, marriage, long-term commitments, business affairs, one on one relationships, legal affairs, idealized partners, contracts, known enemies, cooperation, sharing, how you connect with others, union, balance, diplomacy

Eighth House: debts, other people's money, inheritances, death, taxes, taboos, kinks and fetishes, the occult, secrets, secret powers, hidden potential, things under the surface, darkness, depth, trauma, tragedies, lawsuits, financial karma, spiritual perception of sex, transformations

Ninth House: philosophy, higher education, long distance travel, optimism, god, law, ideologies, culture, religion, foreign matters, collective thought structures, medicine, politics, science, applied intellect, realism, optimism, navigation, publishing, seeking opportunities for expansion

Tenth House: reputation, aspiration, ambition, career and business, social hierarchies, authority, profession, image, achievement, recognition, rewards, destiny fulfillment, public and social identity

Eleventh House: humanity, friendships, hopes and wishes, collective goals, mutually beneficial interactions, social contributions, collaborative achievements, technology, the internet, algorithms

Twelfth House: karmic patterns, unity, oneness, the subconscious, dreams, imagination, psychic abilities, hidden enemies, silent suffering, sacrifice, offerings, surrender, suspense, spiritual servitude/duty, altered states of mind, drugs, illusions, delusions, hallucinations

[casscainmainly]

While I get pairing Duke with the Batgirls I do find it a little weird because while it's true Duke loves Cass, he barely knows Steph and has basically never interacted with Babs. Off the top of my head the only time he's been paired exclusively with the girls in comics (besides Cass in Outsiders) is in Urban Legends (that one story with Self Care Sunday where he doesn't even talk) and DC Power 2024 (with Steph and Harper, and he barely talks to either of them). He works with Dick and Damian in Robin War, works with Tim in Urban Legends, and is frequently paired with Jason (Role Call, that one terrible Tom King annual, other Tom King Batman issues). Duke is very much entrenched in Robin as a legacy (even as Signal) whereas he has no real connection to Batgirl. It's valid to talk about his exclusion in connection with the Batgirls, and WONDERFUL to explore his relationships with Steph, Cass, and Babs, but when I see posts like "the Batgirls and Duke do this" or "Duke is a Batgirl more than a Batboy" it's just bizarre to me. The 'Batgirls (and Duke)' thing is not great imo to both Duke as a character and Batgirl as a mantle. DC is definitely at fault for not developing his relationships to them in a meaningful way but I also think it's weird how easy it is for people to call him a Batgirl before they call him a Batboy. He's a Black male character and I just think 'he's more a Batgirl than a Batboy' is not as progressive as it sounds, and does a disservice to his character. Honestly the 'batboys vs. batgirls' distinction is arbitrary anyway (Duke works pretty equally with both like in Robin King), but if we're not talking about their treatment by fandom I don't know if there's a reason to always and consistently place Duke with the girls.

[chromieclipse]

I’m sure it’s been mentioned by other people but fuck YES I love that you draw Kris with a cane. I’ve had to use crutches and canes for the last four years as my chronic illness has progressed so every time I see characters with mobility aids it really does make my day! It’s nice to feel seen and be able to connect like that :]

Even if others have pointed it out, I don't mind at all <3 I'm glad people feel seen when I draw Kris. I base them off of my personal experiences with an unknown (but likely genetic) chronic illness.

I honestly don't know a LOT about mobility aids (im still learning, as I only have experience with my cane which is. not well made and I need a new one) but I'm doing my best, and I'm glad people enjoy it when I draw them <333

[lyricthecat-12]

Movie Sonadow: The Ultimate Tribute to Sonic and Shadow.

Sonic 3 did many things right, others not so much, but among its greatest successes is how it adapted Sonic and Shadow's relationship. Offering what is, for me, the greatest homage to their story that we've had to date. So I'd like to review the construction of this scenario, the connections generated between the characters, and the various similarities with other important moments for both of them in different incarnations.

From the very first trailer, the parallels between Sonic and Shadow's backgrounds in this continuity were emphasized, with Shadow portrayed as what Sonic might have been had he not found his current family. This parallel is represented through several sequences whose shots draw a comparison between the two, like when Shadow runs for charge the Eclipse Cannon after remembering the day Maria died, which is almost identical to the scene of Sonic running on the baseball field in the first movie.

But it's the plot that's been built up beforehand and the way they've connected everything, not only with the story of the films but also with other important moments for both of them in other media, whether intentional or not, that makes this version of their story as spectacular as it is emotional:

- In this continuity, Sonic lost the most important person in his life when he was just a child. Due to his recklessness when using his powers, he ended up attracting the attention of the Echidnas and indirectly causing Longclaw to be sacrificed. And then spend years alone in a world he barely knows. Even if he manages to survive comfortably, it doesn´t change that he's still a kid who was forced to isolate himself from everyone around him and live on his own for a full decade, while deep down he still carries the guilt and pain of losing his only family.

Generating a mixture of frustration, sadness, loneliness, and even anger, which, without any support figure to help him cope, makes him extremely unstable and, therefore, dangerous.

But fortunately, that didn't last long. Because he finally made a friend, he found someone to bond with, someone who cared about him and saw him as a living being instead of an alien freak or a power source, someone who was willing to teach him, help him, and take care of him despite all the setbacks and possible dangers.

- Shadow doesn't even know where he came from. He just appeared out of nowhere in an unknown world where everyone around him saw him as a strange and dangerous being that needed to be contained. Except for one person, the only one who treated him like the child he was deep down, seeking to spend time with him having fun, away from the cold and isolated environment of the laboratory, and who always saw something good in him and tried to teach him to value himself and enjoy life.

Only for that family he had found, to be taken away from him by people who only wanted to continue taking advantage of him, just like Sonic. It was even his powers that indirectly caused Maria's death in this version too.

And after all that, he spent 50 years isolated from the world in a suspension capsule, reliving that painful day over and over again without any consolation even after waking up. So much so that when he was finally released, this mixture of pain, sadness, loneliness, and anger made him act like the alien monster he always feared he was.

Even the dynamics with their humans bear a certain similarity not only to each other, but to interactions that Sonic and Shadow themselves have had in other media:

- Tom was the first person Sonic bonded with in 10 years. At first, he was refusing to accompany Sonic, almost doing so out of obligation in the end, but as their journey progressed, he grew fond of him and grew to care for him and genuinely want to protect him.

That formula is very similar to the one developed in Sonic Prime: At first, Shadow refused to work with Sonic and wanted to go on his own, only to eventually be forced to collaborate with him to fix everything, but as the series progressed, Shadow began to show more and more of his protective side toward the blue hedgehog. He genuinely cared for him, showed appreciation for him, and sought to help him, protect him, and even support him.

- Maria was the first to approach Shadow and treat him like a living being, looking to spend time together and have fun, and when Shadow began to have doubts about himself, she encouraged him by telling him that he was not a danger or a monster.

In essence, this exchange resembles the one Sonic and Shadow had in Sonic Battle, where Shadow referred to himself as a mere weapon meant to cause chaos, but Sonic denied it and stated how he was more than just a weapon, that he has a heart and would never do evil. I'm not saying it was intentional or anything, but the truth is that this is not the only allusion to Battle that we've had, because months later in the Sixth and final Chapter of the Shadow manga, Maria basically reiterated the words said by Sonic to Shadow on that occasion.

In addition to Sonic being one of the characters who shows the most interest in spending time with Shadow, primarily competing but in more relaxed settings, it's been hinted that he also enjoys spending time with him simply having fun outside of competitions.

Everyone has already noted the similarities between Maria and Sonic, and in the movies it is even more obvious: Both were shown as happy, playful, clumsy and reckless characters but also as kind and good-natured people but above all, support figures for Shadow.

Both of them were the only ones able to connect with Shadow and appeal to the goodness within him.

The loss of Maria was the catalyst for Shadow's fury but thanks to Sonic's understanding and help, he was able to reconsider and choose to stay with the love they shared instead of the pain of their separation.

▪︎ I'm really fascinated by how this happened after Sonic momentarily turned into Shadow out of shock and anger after almost losing Tom, for how it reinforces their similarities and at the same time their differences:

The nuances during their fight are really interesting, especially on Shadow's part: How he shows hatred, repulsion or even disappointment when he sees that Sonic took the same path as him,

For seeing how that supposed hero who has everything he ever lost, chose to leave his family behind of his own free will and follow the same path of destructive revenge with which he himself is not entirely satisfied, but which he followed anyway because it was all he had left.

Until the very last moment, Sonic remembered that conversation with Tom, where he told him how proud he is of who he is now. Thanks to that fatherly love, Sonic showed Shadow that they were genuinely not equals, but also that there was something stronger than anger and hatred.

▪︎ I also find it a very curious detail how this conversation literally takes place on the moon. Because in some way, it manages to highlight the analogy between the Moon and the ARK with Sonic and Shadow in the July 2021 Calendar story: With Shadow, the one who lives perpetually marked by his past, and Sonic, the one who brings light even in the darkest situation, who end up meeting again from time to time, as well as the ARK and the Moon.

The case is the description of their relationship at the time described it as "a rare, up-close-and-personal relationship" and mentions how Sonic is the only one capable of getting close enough to Shadow to say something that touches his heart. This scene cements this point:

It's a moment of connection and understanding between two people who lived with the guilt and bitterness of feeling like they had failed their loved ones, as well as long carried the idea that because of their unique qualities, they could never fit normally into that world.

But Sonic discovered that this wasn't true. He made friends, started a family, found a home, and thanks to the love, understanding, and teachings that Tom and Maddie gave him, he was also able to provide comfort and a home to characters who, like him, were sad and alone. Like Tails and Knuckles were, and now the same with Shadow...

▪︎ Another curious thing about this scene is how it is not actually the first time that Sonic is the one who manages to make Shadow change his mind, since in the original continuity of the Archie Comics it is made quite clear that it was Sonic who also managed to make him reason.

Since Amy wasn't present during her SA2 adaptation and it's made clear that Rouge played her same role from the original game, leaving Sonic as the one who managed to make Shadow see beyond the pain and act as Maria would have wanted on both occasions.

(With that in mind, it's no surprise how much faith Sonic has in Shadow in this continuity, as just like Amy in the original SA2, he got to see Shadow's more emotional and fragile side up close for a moment. I really hope something similar happens in future SCU projects)

▪︎ And once Shadow is free of that skewed vision and Sonic convinces him to right his wrongs, the result is glorious; the two display effortless synergy during combat, supporting each other at all times and synchronizing almost naturally. They also display immediate chemistry, teasing each other in an arrogant yet playful way.

Just like they did in Sonic Heroes, Sonic 2006, Sonic Colors, Rivals and even like they did in Archie Pre-SGW comics.

▪︎ Finally, I only highlight how this adaptation of Adventure 2 has various similarities with the Shadow Saga in Sonic X, so many that unlike the other coincidences and similarities highlighted, it is very likely that there was a conscious inspiration there.

But in any case, what I intend to show is how Sonic 3, in one way or another, managed to encompass many of the significant aspects and moments of both characters throughout their many incarnations, while also building something new that managed to reflect their dynamic magnificently.

[annfrmrddt]

Found the blog from a Reddit post and as I've been reading I've realized how unfriendly the story and blog is to newer folk.

Want information on the new villain org? Sorry but because the newbies weren't there for the Easter egg hunt they don't get shit.

Want information on all those original characters people re-blogging are getting excited for? Sorry but all the deets are on the discord fan server that is no longer open to newbies.

Like the art style is cool and all and the basic premise is like fire. But there is just so much shit left out for the newer folk that makes wanting to get into the comic so hard.

I just wish there was a compromise like maybe a Patreon or Ko-Fi type monthly subscription where there is access to the discord and other goodies like story progress. Or maybe the artists can do like a monthly post with story information on past and current characters and orgs so that new people can see a character or org and know the backstory without trying to guess if the info is in the comic or lost on a one time event.

hey charles, you gonna make pancakes or waffles? or, dare I say, have ice cream for breakfast?

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs #15: The Escape thoughts (pt. 4):

"«Don't you andalites believe in luck?» «No.» «Me neither. How about hope?» «We believe in hope.» «Good. Now me, I believe in Jake.»" (p. 125) Among other things, such an interesting contrast to the way Jake sees himself through Marco's eyes in the next book.

I love Marco being aware of Visser One's split priorities ("all the two vissers seemed to care about was trashing each other," p. 146) and how those dual roles are going to screw the entire invasion... And the whole time, Marco has split priorities of his own: he's so busy defending his mom while pretending not to that he almost gets Ax killed, and leaves the other three to play out their diversion far longer than he promised.

Also: the leeran ANNOUNCES MARCO IS A HUMAN IN MORPH and Visser One's response is fuck off, I'm beefing with Esplin rn— such a great example of how the Yeerk Empire helps take itself down. Where, by contrast, Jake chooses to trust Marco to know what to do even when they're in conflict, and then Marco chooses to trust Rachel and Ax with his scariest secret.

"There are hidden depths to Rachel. There are times she'll surprise you" (p. 162). Again: I love how the character development has progressed at this point. He no longer sees Rachel as invulnerable and fearless — and that makes him trust her more, to know that she's just as much of a scared kid and yet does the things she does for this team.

Animorphs books can be read here | Book Club schedule is here

[windblumewishes]

The Briar Valley Tavern Zine

I plan on making a zine, a virtual zine, one that will capture the writing and art of 24+ different creators who love Twisted Wonderland.

What is the theme?

Twisted Wonderland, specifically the Diasomnia dorm’s main characters and/or your OCs.

If you have OCs, including fan-kids or even characters twisted from other Disney characters that’s perfect! So long as they are Diasomnia!

What’s allowed?

Collaboration between artists and writers, if you wish to collab with someone, please let me know once you are chosen so I may mark it down on my spreadsheet!

SFW ONLY

Fan Kids

OCs

Songs/Songfics

Self Shipping/OCxCanon

OCxOC

What’s NOT allowed

NO NSFW, RACISM, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOPIA, EXCESSIVE GORE, OR ANY FORMS OF SELF HARM.

NO AI ART OR WRITING!

NO THEFT OF OTHER WRITERS OR ARTISTS!

No nonfandom OCs!! (No non-TWST OCs)

How will you know if you are chosen?

I will send you a message to you individually via Discord with an acceptance letter you may post, tagging @/windblumewishes on Tumblr and/or @/Anemo-Blume on Twitter (X).

When you are chosen, you will receive the role “Zine Machines” and will be displayed separately on the server! I will also make a SPECIAL chat for you all to share your progress.

YOU MAY NOT SHARE YOUR ZINE WORK PUBLICLY UNTIL THE ZINE HAS BEEN PUBLISHED!!

Zine Auditions

ZINE AUDITIONS CLOSE ON AUGUST 15th!

EXPECT ACCEPTANCE LETTERS ON AUGUST 25-30!

YOU MUST JOIN THE DISCORD SERVER:

Edits/Dividers by @/magicpaint

PLEASE REBLOG, SHARE, AND TAG PEOPLE TO TRY OUT!

- Windblume

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