#also I have a decent amount of lore now for her

[undeadghosty]

Redesigning the babbey

Btw her name is Dawn now

[milkyberryjsk]

i got back into r6

[a-998h]

Hello hi ! 👋 May I ask for a Mystic Flour Cookie x child reader Platonic please ?? The reader is actually her child and was kidnapped by the greedy cookie who attacked her temple, after being free from the Silver Tree, she had to make sure her child was okay, and they finally reunited again.

Please I LOVE the story you made with yandere Crk x child reader and I love this cookie ! Please 🥺🙏

TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AND IMPLIED TRAUMA!

SPOILER FOR MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE LORE!

Aw, thanks! I'm so happy you liked it. I might do something similar for other characters if people have suggestions. I'll also throw in platonic yandere sibling Cloud Haetae Cookie on top of this.

When she was good, she had found you outside the Ivory Pagoda. She was confused, but more likely disheartened. Cloud Haetae sniffed you with a puppy-like curiosity. She brought you inside, bathed, clothed, and fed you. She felt you rest your little head against her chest and she smiled.

"You poor baby. Don't worry, I'll be you mama now," she mumbles.

Your existence makes the life easier for her. She soon learns you were a gift from the witches, and that her fellow beasts got children of their own as well. She smiled at every milestone, no matter how small they seemed. She would let you play outside with Cloud Haetae watching over you. You were happy growing up, but this joy didn't last forever. You noticed how you mom was getting more and more cold towards cookies and it scared you.

One day an angry, greedy cookie who didn't get their wish stormed up to the Ivory Pagoda. You were outside playing that day, trying to shake the recent coldness of your mother. The cookie saw you playing with dolls and had an awful idea.

Mystic Flour heard your screams and rushed outside, seeing you under the arms of a random cookie and Cloud Haetae unconscious. She rushes after the cookie but others armed with weapons attacked her and the Ivory Pagoda.

This would push her farther down the path of apathy. She never forgot you and the other beasts had lost their own children in varying ways. You were always on her mind, even as she lay in the Sliver Tree.

Centuries have pasted and now she has returned to the Ivory Pagoda. Your toys, clothes, books, and other items were still scattered about though she was seemingly not affected.

Meanwhile in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Cacao Cookie was seated across from a child his men had found in the snow. He was so confused on how the child managed to survive in the cold and be perfectly fine.

"Child, where are you from?" He asked.

You were happily eating your 6th serving of jellies, seemingly ignoring his question. He watched and waited for you to finish.

"I'm not allowed to tell, mama made promise," you say between bits.

Dark Cacao let's out a tired sigh, oh he was starting to forget what it's like to have a young child. He keeps asking in ways that make it seem like you won't be breaking a promise but that gets nowhere. Soon news from Beast Yeast about Mystic Flour reaches him. He gears up to go and he sees you armed with a bag, ready to go.

"What are you doing, little one?" He asks.

"Going with you so I can find mama!" You declare.

He sighs again, pushing you back towards a palace staff member while explaining that you can't go with them. You pout and whine and he just let's it happen before walking away with his men towards a boat meant to take them to Beast Yeast, unaware of the snake like dragon following behind in the sea.

When they reach Beast Yeast a soldier looks to the left as he hears a splash but he sees nothing. It takes Dark Cacao and his warriors a decent amount of time to reach the mist covered peaks, where they meet Cloud Haetae. They watch as Cloud Haetae sniffs the air before breaking into a large smile, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"Little Pearl! Little Pearl!" Cloud Haetae yells as they rush to the back of group much to the confusion of the others.

Cloud Haetae hugs you, and Dark Cacao stares in shock and annoyance. Realizing you're now here whether he likes it or not. He gets more worried as Cloud Haetae pulls you to the front group while chatting away with you.

As the group makes there way up they learn more about you, and... yeah, they're worried. The worry is increased when Cloud Haetae told them how Mystic Flour became a feared beast. Dark Cacao can see the way your free hand grips the hem of your sleeve as Cloud Haetae keeps talking. Mystic Flour can sense her enemies arroach, but also a familiar aura with the coolness of the sea.

By the time you all reachh the Ivory Pagoda you rush ahead. Dark Cacao grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you behind him as his soldiers point their weapons at Mystic Flour. She remains unaffected, her eyes closed while looking through the cookies in front of her.

"Here child, come to your mother," she says, her coldness seeping through.

You're kind of confused because last time you checked your mama was happy and kind... not cold. Dark Cacao was uneasy, his free hand above the hilt of his sword. Mystic Flour didn't move or even open her eyes she just a simple command.

"Give me my child," she commanded coldly.

Dark Cacao complies, releasing his grip on your shirt and watching as you run and hug Mystic Flour. She hugs you back, patting your head before ushering you inside the Ivory Pagoda. Once those doors are closed she turns to Dark Cacao and his forces, ready to stop them from halting her mission.

[lenacethemenace]

So I fear I may be writing a fanfiction for Shadamy.

Okay so for context, I opened google docs one day and giggled because the font I was using reminded me of Amy (she’s me guys) and I thought it would be a BRILLIANT idea to write her getting stood up on a date she was supposed to go on with Sonic, from her point of view. Now I love love LOVE Amy Rose, so this was a fun little writing exercise.

GUYS, IT’S NOT JUST CUTIE PATOOTIE ANYMORE!!! I’ve written over 20k words so far, switching between Amy, Shadow, Tails and Sonic’s POVs. It got SO crazy in fact that one of my friends offered to be a free editor. I have no idea who would be interested in reading it, but I have so much content planned, and art to make for it.

I’m only about 1/6th of the way through the story, since it follows events that happen over the course of a couple of months. It’s mutual hurt/comfort, some nice fluff, a decent amount of Angst, and a bucketload of personal head-canons thrown in for some spice. It’s during a time of peace, and I’m not exactly too familiar with the extensive lore of the comics (IDW, Archie, or even Fleetway) but it’s been consuming my life, and I’m investing in them as we speak.

I’ll probably be posting updates on the state of the fic because it’s not currently nowhere NEAR ready to publish even the first chapter, but I’m so genuinely enthused about the project that I’ve been writing thousands of words per week (I started writing barely two weeks ago.)

I’ve been SO invested I practically eat sleep and breathe this ship. Made like 3 playlists all over 7 hours long by now.

If anyone wants to know the details I’d love to answer questions and have an excuse to yap about them. I’m not the best writer, but I’d rather post a mediocre self indulgent fanfiction then have to keep it to myself.

(Yes I will be posing updates)

Update one!

Update two!

Update three!

Update four!

Update fivvveeeeee!

Update 6, art?

GUYS! WE HAVE THE SAMPLE!

[rick0o0n]

Warrior Penelope meets Mulan???

The Iliad/EPIC au where everything is the same except Ody and Penelope switch roles.

Yap session here:

Okay so I had this idea after binging Warrior Penelope au’s and having a conversation with a friend.

The basic “plot” is before(or around the same time of) Helen’s abduction and the gathering of kings, where Odysseus gets terribly injured;

[I’m not sure what kind of injury I want him to have yet, one that physically detriments his strength for good, or one that just took a little longer to heal. But I’m still working out a few tweaks—]

And while Odysseus is struggling to walk even with a cane, Menelaus and Agamemnon are gathering kings and warriors to fight Troy. Penelope (being the amazing and dashing women she is) worries that Odysseus might be forced to battle because of his oath, and even though she knows Odysseus is strong and has Athena’s will, Odysseus is still terribly injured and he will most likely die when fighting.

So Penelope goes behind her husband’s back (because I don’t think he’d agree to sending his love to war) and makes a deal with Athena. Penelope claims she’ll become Athena’s other champion, honor her and do whatever it takes for Athena to agree so she can take her husband’s place in the war. Athena agrees with Penelope’s terms, due to having a soft spot for the Ithaca family and wishing for more women to become warriors (I KNOW that’s probably not lore accurate but it’s my story now and I do what I want). Athena lends Penelope a gift, a metal that will allow Penelope to take the form of a man so she is accepted and listened too by the other generals.

[Penelope’s role would be kept secret by most of the world, but I do believe there would be a decent amount of exceptions: mainly the kingdom of Ithaca, now this might be risky but I do think the people of Ithaca respect both their king and queen enough to accept whatever chaos they cause.]

Eventually, Odysseus would find out Penelope and Athena’s plan and while heartbroken, fearful, and a little betrayed, he accepts his wife’s terms. But he does make her promise that no matter what happens she WILL come home alive or he’s going to the underworld and dragging her o—

Anyways! That’s all I came up with right now. I’m still working out the other stuff lol. Hope whoever read all these mad ramblings enjoyed them!!

[Also I’m not the happiest with the actual drawings but🧍‍♂️]

[falafels]

FAMILIE GORDON of Birmingham, Alabama

For the purposes of the socmed, which has spawned lore in my horrible little rat mind

Obviously none of this is relevant or real, but this is just for reference when they come up in the socmed au. I also might change my mind on half this shit. never let em know your next move

oldest to youngest: Marcus, Jeremy, Tabitha, Ricky, Seth, Jessie, Michael, Jamie, Scotty

EC canon says 7 boys and Jeremy as second oldest who was basically in charge after Bryan Sr. left and Rebecca (mother) gave up when Seth was 8 and started going by Seth (Bryan Seth Gordon officially). Seth was 22 at the start of tfc i believe so the ages are going from there

Marcus (33) was born when Rebecca was still in high school so he’s a bit older than the others and had moved out, which is why Jeremy ended up raising the rest of them. Also because Marcus lowkey sucks. He means well and gets involved for big stuff but is generally just a bit unpleasant and directionless. He offers Seth his first joint at 11 years old and it doesn’t occur to him that maybe don’t do that

Jeremy (29) was the only one to leave Alabama. When Bryan Sr. left and Rebecca checked out, Jeremy ended up pretty much raising the rest of his siblings. Marcus didn’t, but the unofficial deal was that Marcus would deal with Rebecca- her stumbling in as the sun came up, her missed bills, her drunken vitriol about Bryan. This arrangement went on for years, and when Jeremy was confident they could take care of themselves, he packed his shit into the car and didn’t look back. He drove to Atlanta and stayed in Georgia, where he now lives with his fiancée May and his dog Pedro, and he’s training to be a pilot. He stays in contact with some of his siblings, mostly the older few, but those years took a huge toll on him in a way he never really processed. he feels guilty for how he handled it and how order just came from beating the shit out of each other, he feels angry for having been put in that position, angry for the childhood that ended so abruptly, angry at every adult who stood by. He doesn’t talk much to Marcus and he never speaks to their mother again, but he does come to Seth’s final college exy game and his graduation.

Tabitha (27) looks just like her mother and inherited her horrendous taste in men. She goes by Tabby if she’s in a good mood, which is rarely but you don’t find that out until she’s backhanded you for calling her Tabby. Having also taken on a decent amount of responsibility when their parents gave up, Tabitha never really got the time or energy to grapple with teenage self-loathing so it followed her and manifested in a string of men who treat her like shit, more than one of them violent. She stayed in Birmingham because she’s more attached to her family than she’d like to admit, and because she’d become a bit obsessive around Jessie. As the only two girls, their relationship with each other was a bit different to the others and for someone who comes off as cold as Tabitha can, it seemed suffocating to Jessie. Tabitha did genuinely mean well and was trying to stop Jessie from making the choices she did, but ended up alienating her by coming off controlling or cruel. Like Seth, Tabitha has a bit of a history with harder drugs, but she’s less willing to name it or the grip that addiction had on her and writes it off as phases with boyfriends.

Ricky (24) is Seth’s closest brother and greatest tormentor- all in good fun, but he has also locked Seth in the trunk and done doughnuts in his car before. Ricky wanted to be a race car driver and ended up working at an auto body shop and loves it. it’s not entirely above board but he gets to throw tyres around and sometimes drive the cars really fast down dirt roads so what the hell else does he want. He got Seth a job there in high school (didn’t last) and everyone there has been there forever so it’ll probably be his someday. he has an on-and-off girlfriend called Rita but she’s a bit too into oxys for it to work. he tries to cut it off with her for good after seth’s first overdose but ultimately it’s just endemic and so many people in his life are on drugs that it barely makes a difference and he stays with her

Seth (22) is closest to Ricky and Jessie just because of ages and he’s the only one to have gone to college so they all think he’s gay (idk if the american south has this as well but the meth division of my family all think im gay because i went to uni. thats not why) and half of them just call him college or treat him as wikipedia, which aaron finds out one day and has to physically school his reaction. Seth is teaching him how to make a bong out of an egg when Jamie calls and asks Seth what language they speak in Indonesia and when to know if you need to amputate your foot if it’s been stuck inbetween trees for six hours

Jessie (21) is probably chained to a tree somewhere in South America. Jessie was the one who taught Seth (and the others) Sylvia Plath, mostly through brute force, because she thought the bell jar was important reading. She wasn’t the smartest student, but she’d engage hard with the work that she did do, hence getting very into poetry, feminist theory, climate science, canadian history, and cajun cooking, and making it all everyone’s problem - if Jessie has an interest you are Going to hear about it and you are Going to care. or your ass is getting beat. climate science was the one that really stuck, and Jessie joined some environmental groups, initially largely for the freely shared weed but the cause is important to her, something about being able to save something or preserve it. She’s the one that found Seth after his first overdose and she threw out every drug in the house as well as Jamie’s vape, which earned her a broken wrist from being thrown at the wall by a teenage boy who doesn’t realise his strength but would probably have done it even if he knew that would happen. Jessie is the only one to speak plainly to Seth about his addiction, and she’s the one that convinces him to accept Wymack’s offer. Matt is terrified of her.

Michael (19) and Jamie are twins (non-identical so what’s the point of all that nonsense really) but Michael is the quieter of the two. this isn’t to say he isn’t still a primary actor in any gordon sibling shenanigans, it just means he’ll sit thoughtfully in the corner while the others debate whether a chainsaw or punching is the quickest way to take down the fence before he gets up and drives the big sit on lawnmower right at and through the fence. Michael is very bright in a way that’s overlooked by his teachers because he isn’t particularly enthusiastic, but he would like to study more if he got the chance. Seth used to make Michael and Jamie be defenders if he was practicing exy out the back of the house, but this just meant giving them motorbike helmets and diy body armour (bbq lid duct taped to chest) and running at them full force. Michael would just kind of let this happen because he knew Seth would beat him in a fight if he said no, but resisted enough that Seth realised a bribe would be necessary if he wanted Michael to actually participate, so brought him books (as recommended by the elderly local librarian Seth had been flirting relentlessly with)

Jamie (19) would be easy to write off as a moron, but it’s actually just that he genuinely enjoys a lot of stupid shit. makeshift exy was his favourite- he didn’t know or care what a backliner was but he got to chase Seth with a stick and slam him to the ground. he went through a bit of a skater boy twat phase (think like a young carl gallagher with a vaping problem and a skateboard) where he mostly just hung out with dickheads that only really ended when a girl in his class was so unbelievably vicious to him about it (justifiably) that he changed his ways and also decided he was in love with her. it will never work because his idea of a fun date would be tasering each other in a car park then shooting fireworks at each other and hers is. well not that

Scotty (16) also responds to ‘cuck boy’: having eight older siblings who have all heard the song “Scotty doesn’t know” is basically a death sentence RIP Scotty. Scotty is so much younger than the rest of them that he’s kind of living in a whole different genre- Seth is on his whole college sports underdog thing and wrestling with addiction, Jeremy coming to terms with parentification and quietly looking into CPTSD, Tabitha in her limbo of trauma, Jessie determined to save the world because she can’t save anything in front of her, Ricky in the fast and furious franchise driving fast enough that he never has to think too hard about why he needs the adrenaline, while Scotty likes science but wants to be a musician and is finding this to be the primary source of inner conflict in his life. He’s a sweet kid who barely knows Rebecca and drags Ricky to most of his parent-teacher conferences (his teachers, horrified, try to end it quickly, having survived him and come to consensus that Ricky Gordon was the worst student they’ve ever had. Scotty knew that and it’s why he chose Ricky), and hands out flyers and demo CDs for his band around the city centre.

I’ve also decided in the socmed au that Seth didn’t die but that overdose did still happen and he was hospitalised and in and out of a coma for the rest of the season, and given that his contract with PSU was five years on the team, he’s redoing his senior year.

[persiesposts]

Something I love about Lore Rekindled..

So by now everyone knows about the lovely @genericpuff and their LO rewrite (if you don't you have to check it out!!!) and I've been re-reading it alongside LO just for the sake of comparative analysis and I noticed something within the first few eps that was so amazing.

Persephone noticed and approached Hades first in Rekindled.

It seems like such a small change at first but looking at it in comparison to the original it's a HUGE shift and immediately sets the tone for who Persephone is as a character in Rekindled vs LO.

In LO based on first impressions of Persephone we see a young woman who is hopelessly out of place and severely in the "damsel mindset." The first time Hades ever sees her is when she's in distress after being knocked over. We see her through his POV and don't see the situation through her eyes at all.

In Rekindled the focus is on Persephone and her POV, she sees Hades at the bar and through her we see this immediate connection (though not instantly a positive one, i.e. "he's terrifying"). It leaves the audience immediately interested by what she means by "terrifying". Despite that initial impression she chooses to still approach him which shows remarkable agency and boldness on her part in comparison to her OG counterpart.

She also approaches with a decent amount of social awkwardness, she's more forward than most who were raised on Olympus, handily securing her "small fish in a big pond" characterization without making her seem like a ditz. It makes her showing up in his car later (another change there that I could write a whole other post on) less weird and creepy since they've at least had a conversation before that moment.

TLDR: I love Lore Rekindled and the shifts that were made to make these characters feel more realistic and less flat.

[kaibutsushidousha]

Opinions on The Hundred Line story and characters?

Ok, now the prologue is finally finished and I can write the 0 endings version of this post. Hopefully the 100 endings versions will follow along in less than 5 years.

I'll first leave the tl;dr version of the post outside the cut, then get into more detail about each student below. Check also my livetweet thread more pinpoint thoughts on specific scenes, language version comparisons, and way too much thought put through put into Omokage's silly dialogue.

Not much to say yet about the general arrangement. The prologue goes by with a decent amount of lore reveals, the revelation that our perspective on the war is still very wrong, and no clear indication of which plot points matter and which are misdirection. The only character we had a chance to talk to someone in the school invader side is the commander-in-chief, who openly follows a different cause from her fellow commanders. Now that Takumi learned Invaderese the Kirby way, I would expect a route where he hangs out with the commanders, but I feel like if something like that existed, I would have already heard about it. Let's get to the students at Last Defense Academy, then.

Takumi Sumino is definitely one of the Kodaka protagonists that exist. He has a decently defined identity as the dude who got himself engaged to a heavily dependent girl at around age six and then nothing ever happened in his life. He's generally harmless, at least without me having the opportunity to make evil choices for him, and can easily be cool when he needs to. But one major thing I still don't get is the Watsonian reason for him to have Special Review. Class Weapons and Specialist Skills are embodiments of their personalities, so I'd expect the power of redo to belong to someone more introspective and regretful.

Takemaru Yakushiji was, at all times, 100% exactly what he looked like. The 80s shounen delinquent archetype played to letter, even more so than Oowada. It's maybe exaggerated a little with him having multiple volunteer jobs caring for the elders and whatnot. It gets to the point that he genuinely feels like he's not punk enough to fit his aesthetics. He's a central positive figure to his wider community both in the TRC and the LDA (see how he's the most valuable source of support in every persuasion arc), and understands strict laws as something meaningful and necessary (see how more often than not he finds himself agreeing with Shizuhara's points despite repudiating her methods to get at it). Even the violence he warns about first thing talk to him is something he proves to be perfectly contained about. The only punk thing about him is being an underage biker, really.

Hiruko Shizuhara is not there for long. But perhaps her short presence is exactly what allows her to be such a transcendently good source of friction while she's around. Regardless, she's gone precisely when she's about to open up, so I can't say I have an opinion. I unfortunately don't have her backstory novel, but I feel like this would have been the ideal time to read it if I did. I have to say it's pretty funny how DR's and THL's underage biker characters feel so similar to each other while the discipline monitor characters feel so incredibly different. The only thing Ishimaru and Hiruko have in common is being paired primarily with the biker thug.

Darumi Amemiya is what if Rain Code's Shinigami was actually funny. The answer, unfortunately, was that good jokes don't solve the problem. While Darumi does drop occasional hints to a serious backstory with a lot of potential, her default contribution to the story is undercutting good moments with out-of-place gags, and failing to at least generate friction from her incompatibility with the group because no one ever gives her attention. If anything, it's sometimes extra frustrating that her jokes are good and her only problem is that she's telling them at the wrong time. Unfortunately, this intrusiveness is something I don't believe will ever go away, so she has to go into the disappointment tier. I have no idea how good her serious content will need to be to offset this. One major positive I have to bring up is that I love how she never gets over simulation complex. Instead of learning to believe what's happening is real, her progression is about initially guessing the wrong genre for the game she's in, and over time developing a very precise understanding of what The Hundred Line's game design looks like from the player's perspective. 10/10 bit in a vacuum, I wish didn't have consequences for the tone of the scenes she's in.

Eito Aotsuki starts off as the cynical and analytical classmate, 180s into the cheesiest boy to ever cheese within the first week, and then spends the rest of the run just there making innocuous comments and moving things along to the (in)convenience of the plot and most of all to the convenience of the gameplay. No one makes AP like my guy here. But despite being the strongest guy in the team, I have to admit that I didn't catch on to Aotsuki's deal as early as I should mainly because I almost never remembered he was part of the cast when trying to theorize about the bigger picture. It took until he tried to organize a second party with Gaku me to start seeing the sabotage. Anyway, the climax of the prologue involves him revealing his true colors, which look half Oberon Vortigern and half Sesshouin Kiara. And it works surprisingly well. I almost can't believe how much I felt like Aotsuki's characterization worked well for him, considering Kiara is a character that took forever to grow on me and Oberon is one I still actively dislike. I guess he just double-confirms that Oberon could have been a really cool character if he existed outside the very specific contexts of Avalon le Fae.

Tsubasa Kawana is, exactly as I feared, too normal. Her persuasion event is cute enough but definitely the weakest of the four. She does have her hobby as a mechanic that makes her useful and on rare occasions funny, but I don't count usefulness as a thing that makes characters better or worse. The best thing I can say about her is that the way her passion for mechanics extends into her being the sci-fi fan that contributes with meaningful insights to the conversations about parallel worlds feels really natural and clever.

Gaku Maruko is unforeseen goat of The Hundred Line. He descends from a joke character archetype Kodaka already worked with multiple times, so I came in with pretty specific expectations about the kind of humor he was there to deliver, and I can say I got exactly what I thought I would in that regard, but I was completely blindsided by the emotional depth he'd get at the first possible opportunity. Maruko's persuasion is bar none the most hard-hitting moment of the first 100 days. Maruko is extremely self-aware that he's the guy who can't ever catch a break, to the point he even perceives his 20 little brothers as parasites holding him back from his wants. He's viscerally furious at society, his family included, for the way his life is. To survive his difficult world, Maruko is making conscious efforts to be self-serving and self-sufficient. He wants to live for himself because it's genuinely unfair that luck gives him nothing. But he can't. He never could. Takumi persuades him by saying nothing because Maruko's problems are entirely self-solving. Being Gaku Maruko sucks, therefore being Gaku Maruko is the last thing he'd ever wish on anyone else. He works 17 jobs to feed 20 "leeches" at his group home because the alternative would be allowing them to be as deprived as he is. He risks his life fighting Invaders because the alternative is risking their lives. He solo organizes all parties in this group home and the Last Defense Academy so no one else will be too busy to enjoy themselves. He will willing grab the short end of the stick so no one else will have to suffer his rotten luck. As much he tries to be selfish, Maruko's empathy ultimately shines brighter when it counts. He's doomed to be a caretaker most of all by his own personality. I love especially how it's not even like his greed is a mask crafted to survive as a misfortunate empath. He genuinely hates his life and genuinely wants to own good things and fulfill base desires. This is the open contradiction that makes him an excellent character. I feel like this is where Kodaka finally found the solution to make his dubious coward joke characters work. Gaku won my heart as soon as he could, and did it in a way where I can't see myself ever getting annoyed at his humor, because the worst of him works in benefit of the best of him.

Ima Tsukumo is, against all odds, funny. His creep factor takes the backseat most of the time. Instead, Ima's default state is just your regular zoomer troll you can find in any rancid YouTube comments section. Even his siscon shtick is pretty tolerable thanks to how pragmatic it feels. I can't tell if that's the intention, but it works well as an insincere tactic to keep people away. Ima is defined mainly by his lack of vulnerabilities. He's distant, cautious, disrespectful, crafty, vicious, and most of all, unshakable. He presents himself as Kako's invincible protector and never relaxes that aspect even after his change of heart. With 100 routes in the game, there must be a route where Ima breaks, but within the prologue, his defenses are so flawless I can't even imagine what that would look like. With all this praise, you might be wondering what is Ima doing at the bottom of the disappointment tier. Well, the answer is as simple as "recruiting him is too easy". The prologue spends like 50 days building Ima up as the greatest challenge to the team's unity, but when it's finally time to get him, he practically goes down without a fight. Maybe there is a route out there where Ima gets to live up to his potential as a contrarian with issues the player needs to work to solve, but Persuasions would be repeat content, so I'd expect the future routes to skip or streamline that side. Maybe. I still haven't checked how this works, but as of now I don't expect Ima to ever deliver what he was selling.

Kako Tsukumo is decent, I guess. Second best persuasion sequence despite its consequences to Ima's character. Ending one of them with a "No, shut up" is just a neat idea. Her precognition and her struggles as an amateur detective who doesn't know what she's doing are good bits. She shares one of the biggest things I give praise for Yumeno in V3, which is how her change isn't easy. She's often seen relapsing to the previous terms of her relationship with Ima at moments of setback, especially in the two (three?) periods where he's dead. Unfortunately, her biggests emotional moments, namely her going apeshit because of the other twin, don't hit for much because they build up on Ima's wet noodle of a resolution. Too much reward for an anti-climax.

Shouma Ginzaki is about as easy to ignore as he claims to be, even if he never gets outright forgotten like pre-reveal Aotsuki often was. His persuasion was cute with the "it's okay to fail" message, the Kurara duel plotline was not bad, and the commitment to his allergy to conflict makes his gameplay interesting, but overall he showed nothing I'd call impressive. I feel like the peak of his potential was when the class took a POW and he started becoming the Human Pet Guy, but that's a plotline to pay off in a different route.

Nozomi Kirifuji is surprisingly functional for the designated mystery character whose mystery doesn't even get properly answered. She has a compelling sense of purpose, fleshed out reasons to be like that, an effective performance in her role as her team's guiding heart, and genuine chemistry both with Takumi and with her Second-to-Last Defense Academy friends. The worst thing that could happen to her is her conflation with Karua being her primary focus, but she gets to be her own person in multiple significant ways.

Kurara Oosuzuki is perhaps the most well-balanced character of the cast, if I had to pick one. She's incredibly funny, acts as an effective leader when needed, plays off well with pretty much the entire cast, gets a solid amount of depth in the initial scenario, and pulls off some decent drama through her relationship with Nozomi. Some of her gags definitely cross the line, but she doesn't feel less sympathetic for it since it's established that the tomato demon is a domineering persona the human Kurara intentionally engineered to be able to survive her upbringing. She's made to be offensive because that's what human Kurara believes a noblewoman had to be like. That said, human Kurara is annoying and would be at the bottom of the tier list if the site had the two separately. I'm treating her as a side character that exists solely to flesh out tomato demon Kurara, the one I actually like.

Kyoshika Magadori is the funniest character ever. She has all of Chabashira's positive energy and silliness packed into samurai pastiche, a seemingly genuine belief that shounen manga are documentaries, a little bit of an ego that makes her refuse to admit she doesn't know something, and a katana wife with a personality we have to piece together from scattered statements. All excellent bits that often come together really well. The only reason why she isn't placed second is because she didn't any good serious scene yet. All of her serious content so far has been her being extremely not immune to propaganda about the vile and barbaric enemy and shutting down attempts at nuance on the cast's interpretations of the invaders.

Yugami Omokage is exactly the fascinating specimen I hoped he'd be. A capital f Freak, but a good and reliable friend who is helpful to the team's cause, a smart thinker who pays attention to the plot and contributes with solid ideas, and his interplay of love and murder feels incredibly unique. The concept of mutual consent reinterpreted as "I only wish to kill someone who wants to be killed by me just as much" could genuinely be uncharted territory. I called Kurara the most balanced character, but Yugami doesn't stand too far. Having seen nothing about it, I already feel confident his romance route will be the best.

Moko Mojirou is not around for long, and during her little time on screen, the impostor is sus. She is presented as the heart of the Second-to-Last Defense Academy but that never clicked with me. It doesn't help that most of my time with her was spent going "Is this is a wrestling reference?" then googling it and half of the time finding out that yes, this is a wrestling reference, and the other half finding out that no, it's instead a martial arts manga reference. Her stories being lifted from manga has interesting implications, though. It's a narrative trick Kodaka pulled multiple times before to signify that either the speaker was lying about their accomplishments, or in V3's case that the world they've been living was a lie. If the real Moko also steal credits from manga plots, this could go to interesting places.

[fraeuleintaka]

Now a villain ranking would be the only one missing... :3

I have a few other rankings planned but a villain ranking is a great idea! I hadn't thought of doing one because I can't properly rank those from the later seasons and with just three sets of main villains ranking them isn't as interesting. BUT then I thought about it again and including the secondary villains actually gives a decent number to rank. So without further ado:

Ranking the Winx Club Villains (from S1-3)

1. Darkar

Darkar is the best villain in the series to me because he's truly scary and powerful for the entirety of his screentime. The shadow monsters he creates and controls are amazing and provide a great variety of foes for the Winx and Co to fight. He's not only strong but also cunning and has several surprisingly clever plans that earn him some of the most decided wins. So many plots involving him are executed wonderfully (shadow Avalon, Dark Bloom, his betrayal of the Trix) and his backstory/origin - combined with this amazing design - adds some really interesting stuff to the lore of the Magic Dimension. We rarely see Darkar directly fight with any of the Winx but I don't think this hurts him much because he's still involved in everything main plot related that's going on (reacting, giving orders, etc.). Apart from that we have a truly epic final battle against him which easily makes up for any lack of previous fights and includes all of the Winx, the specialists, the headmasters, the Trix and a number of side and background characters! It takes a joined effort from all of our major characters to defeat him and only him and I think that says it all!

2. The Trix

The Trix are the main staple villains of Winx Club, the very first ones introduced and the ones with the most amount of screentime and battles against the Winx. I love how they develop from school bullies/mean rivals to waging war against all of the schools over the course of S1 and that finale, the entire final fight against them, is absolutely legendary. They're definitely at their peak in S1 while only playing the secondary villains to a major villain in S2 and S3 but I still love (most) of their involvement in those seasons. They have a great dynamic with Darkar, still pose a major threat against the Winx and the twist of them joining the fight against Darkar with their own convergence after he betrays them is epic. They lose some of this epicness in S3 as Valtor manipulates them for the majority of it and despite leaving him in the end of their own accord they don't really do anything afterwards to make up for it making them feel somewhat weaker than before. Still, I love their dynamic with each other, their powers and the challenge they give the Winx. They're not overused to the point of annoying yet and still (mostly) formidable foes that I enjoy seeing the Winx go up against. Ranking the Trix individually my favourite of them has to be Stormy because I love how unapologetically aggressive and chaotic she is. Her sisters are more cunning than her, she's all about the direct and brutal approach and even has a certain naivety without being portrayed as dumb which is really interesting to have in a villain. The decision between Darcy and Icy is more difficult because I find them both "only" moderately interesting personality-wise. Darcy gets a slight edge because her abusive relationship with Riven and her conflict with Musa are really interesting while Icy doesn't really have any kind of subplot that doesn't involve Bloom. She's still a great villain though and a very fitting leader for the Trix. In general, my favourite thing about these three is their sibling bond and how despite their cruelty and occasional fights they genuinely care about each other and always have each other's backs when it really counts.

3. Cassandra & Chimera

I'm combining these two as they mostly act as one unit and share the same goals (like the Trix). Two power-hungry nobles from the royal court of Solaria make for amazing villains and I love how they're a mother-daughter-duo who care about each other and are equally crual and power-hungry. On top of that, they're specifically villains for Stella which is a breath of fresh air compared to every other villain focusing on Bloom instead. (I wish the other Winx had their own villains like this tbh.) Chimera is a wonderfully dark version of Stella and a great contrast to her. The way Cassandra whipsers horrible things into Radius' ear and makes him reject his own daughter is wonderfully chilling as is how she just leaves him behind to save herself. The entire Solaria arc is one of my favourite parts of S3 and Cassandra and Chimera contribute a lot to that. Seeing Stella defeat them in the end, Chimera with her own dark copy of her staff and Cassandra when she finally gets through to her father and breaks the spell, is absolutely epic! If there's one thing I'd criticize about them, it's that we should've seen a little more of Cassandra before Valtor makes his offer as Radius meant to marry her even before the spell but we can't glean much of a reason why he would do that. (Was it a political move? Did he misguidedly want to give Stella a new mother? Did he genuinely think he loved her?) Speaking of, Luna should also have played a role in that entire Solaria arc, it's weird to have her completely missing from it, though that's not an issue with Cassandra or Chimera specifically.

4. Valtor

Valtor is a great villain. He has a fascinating backstory, an interesting connection to our main character that justifies him targeting her, a talent for manipulation that he uses very successfully and throughout the season he's portrayed as scary, powerful and tough to defeat. He only has one major issue that brings him down in comparison to the villains above: The way he ends up being defeated is really disappointing. Suddenly he's not scary or powerful at all, just kinda weak and pathetic. That's certainly an option for writing a villain arc but the way it's done with Valtor just doesn't work properly. There are too many different plots and ideas thrown together and none of them are really followed through to a satisfying conclusion. He could easily have been just as great as the Trix in S1 or Darkar in S2 but the finale ruins quite a bit of what the rest of the season build up with him. He's still great but he can't quite match the other (main) villains of S1-3.

5. Diaspro

I quite like Diaspro's character but she's easily the lowest in this ranking because I don't think she should've been a villain in the first place. When we first meet her she's condescending, rude and arrogant but the entire conflict with her is completely Sky's and Bloom's fault, she did nothing wrong. Yet the story acts like she doesn't deserve any sympathy just because she's not a particularly nice person. She's not really a villain in S1 and S2 (and the rescue mission for her in S2 is a nice moment) but then S3 turns her into a full-blown villain by having her drug Sky with a love potion to force him to marry her. How she's suddenly fine with resorting to these drastic measures is not explained. She's supposed to be Sky's childhood friend but she doesn't seem to care about him at all and it makes no sense how Sky would've ever liked her given her personality. You could definitely write a character like her developing like this but that development has to actually be shown.

[chaoticbardlady99]

Kitty with a Knife, Kitty with a Knife! (Astarion x GN! Ghost Reader)

Synopsis: (Can be read independently from the main story) You haunted Szarr Palace for almost three centuries and in that time, you became close friends with Astarion- learning how to communicate between the spirit world and the physical world. Now? In your heroic deed to save Astarion, you possessed a cat and deemed yourself Astarion's protector. When Astarion leaves you behind to save Wyll's father in the Iron Throne- you take advantage of your littleness to get your way.

CW: Descriptions of violence, mentions of in game lore

Author note: all likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thank you for supporting me and my hobby!

Sea sickness never occurred to you when you snuck into Astarion’s bag of holding- refusing to let him go to the Irone Throne without you and potentially die was not a thought you were comfortable enough with.

 However, your ignorance is now the thing that has given you away. Astarion’s shaking of the bag only makes it worse and you plop out onto the floor, and promptly hop up on your paws and vomit. 

“G-grief and a half,” you cough and stumble a bit, “being alive is terribly inconvenient sometimes.”

“Darling!” Astarion scolds you, “I told you to stay put!”

 You struggle with your nausea for a bit longer before you blink it away- flicking your tail at him and very aware of his companions watching both of you.

“Oh ho! Do not get mad at me, Mister!” You yowl, “this is practically a suicide mission! Are you mad!?”

 You heard Gortash’s warning- did no one else!?

  He scoffs and throws his head back like an embarrassed teen, “it’s not a suicide mission if you intend on surviving, my Dear.”

“That is-! You are-! AHHHHHHHHH!”

 You begin to attack his feet and Astarion jumps past you, running around the little submarine to get away from you.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

“YOU CAN’T GO IF YOU HAVE BAD SHOES!”

“STOP IT YOU ABSOLUTE FREAK!” 

  This goes on for a solid three minutes before Karlach finally intervenes, fighting back tears as she tries to be serious. You are cradled against her chest while you and Astarion leer at each other. 

 This silly man makes poor, silly decisions and these fools are letting him! 

“He will be okay, Tunes,” Karlach says while scratching between your ears like you so enjoy, “I assure you that he will be back.” 

 You grumble something incomprehensible before stalking away and sitting far away from Astarion who has his arms crossed- also avoiding you. You sniff, looking out the window and watching more water going by. 

 You really don’t want him to get hurt or worse. You are aware that Withers can bring him back, but that still doesn’t make you feel better. It still means he has to be in significant amounts of pain and afraid for too long. 

 They eventually dock and you watch glumly as Astarion flies down the ladder first, not even bothering to look at you or any of his other companions. The Captain informs them they only have 10-20 minutes before they need to get the Hells out of here. Tav says she will relay the information to their “crabby friend” as the captain called Astarion. 

 Every second passing by is worse than the last. Two minutes, then four pass, and Duke Ravenguard is here. More refugees and eventually Tav, Gale, Lae’zel and Karlach. Wyll even comes back with a few more prisoners.

 Astarion is still nowhere to be seen.

 Shadowheart comes up, a decent size cut on her side and she is looking around, panicked.

“Astarion- we- we ran into trouble,” she says as she struggles to get up, “he told me to go ahead- that he would get Omeelum and be here before-“

 That was basically all you needed- you hear them call after you as you leap down the ladders and into the metal death trap Gortash calls a prison. You sniff the air and immediately catch his scent- there are strange fish creatures everywhere, but you are certain you can hide from them- even in water that is belly deep.

  You pad along quickly, following the way that is the opposite of where Astarion went. There has to be a loop around- if someone is attacking him, the best help you can provide is a surprise attack.

 And claws. Lots of claws. 

 You catch his scent down another hallway and head that way- you can hear him fighting and a cry of pain echoes through the air. Now you are sprinting as quickly as you can through the water and you skid around the corner- two weird fish people are cornering him, one of his daggers is far away from him, but, luckily for you, it’s the little Sussur Bark one that fits in between your teeth.

 You grab the dagger and go charging forward- cutting the Achilles heels on both creatures and they both go falling forward. Astarion gets up and stabs through the one while you jump atop of the other- claws in it’s head and making it scream- before you awkwardly stab it’s head with the dagger. Astarion helps to provide the actual killing blow.

 Once both creatures are dropped, you take a moment to breathe. 

 That was too close.

 You are being scooped up by Astarion, who is uncharacteristically quiet, and you get to Omeelum- all three of you being teleported back just in the knick of time.

 You expect Astarion to be mad at you- begin chastising you in front of everyone- but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits down where you last sat and holds you close to him. He scratches your ears and you can hear his breathing better- Astarion is panicking still. You can’t imagine the idea of being blown up underwater really appealed to him and that had almost been his reality.

 You purr and nuzzle his face- you feel a few stray tears wet your fur and a sigh of relief. You let your fur soak up the other tears, trying not to bring attention to Astarion- thankfully everyone is so focused on Duke Ravenguard that he can have some privacy.

“You are safe, Astarion,” you say softly, “You need a bath, but you are okay.”

 Astarion snorts, “that bad, huh?”

“Uhhhhh…. let’s just say fish blood isn’t anyones scent to begin with.”

“And here I thought I was pulling it off.”

“Whatever helps you trance at night.” 

 He pretends to look offended, but his laughter isn’t helping. Astarion continues to pet you and scratch your ears. You purr, much to your own disdain. 

“You could have died. You do know that, right?” Astarion whispers, “I would have been fine.”

“I- I know,” you sit down on the chair next to him, avoiding his eyes, “but I didn’t want you to be in pain. You have had enough of that for more than one lifetime.

“I know you can defend yourself and you are plenty capable, but that doesn’t mean I won’t worry. If that bothers you-“

“It doesn’t,” he interrupts you, “it’s nice… to be worried about and having someone have my comfort in mind. 

“Thank you- for everything.” 

 You are positively shell shocked, but your chest glows with warmth and pride. You made him feel better! And cared for! That’s all you have ever aimed to do! 

 You lay down and put your head on his lap- Astarion chuckles and scratches your ears. You close your eyes and just let yourself enjoy the fact that you are both alive to see another day.

[da1konic]

Silly LUV facts :]

Does this count as lore? Honestly, I'm not much of a writer, and LUV is a very straightforward character, but I'm trying to provide a lil more info about her ;-;

Yes, when LUV consumes things, she literally separates the two halves of her face, in case you didn't notice, hence why i named my last 2 art pieces "headsplitting," kinda meant to be both literal and referring to a headache or migraine.

I kinda wish I posed her a bit better in both peices to sorta convey that, but what's done is done.

To be revealed later, but you might be able to infer how this is related to her backstory as an ENA.

LUV is very closely tied to hearts, both the shape and the organ. (Why??? Cause her name is literally LUV and also partially to be revealed)

LUV is actually not the kind of girl to slap someone. If she wants to hurt you, you are getting decked. And in perfect form because she's actually extremely coordinated.

This coordination is specifically thanks to constantly learning new choreography.

LUV gets drunk really, really easily.

Entities usually perceive ENAs negatively, so LUV tries her absolute hardest to prevent her non-idol sides from showing through.

In order to do this in live concerts, sometimes she has to use noise-canceling headphones to block out the audience, to help her stay collected.

However, in doing so, she's basically conditioned herself to stay "idol mode" completely during her performances, and often has some pretty bad crashouts afterwards.

Usually, when people are talking about her, it's always "Well, she's an ENA, but she's not like the other ones." "Look, she's barely like that at all!"

Of course, it hurts to know that none of her fans would like her if she didn't go out of her way to hide half of herself from them.

But, in a way, she feels like she wouldn't like herself if she didn't either.

Her idol half wants to be perfect, and her timid half doesn't want to be seen. This must be the correct solution, right?

Okay yeah back to sillier stuff now

Currently extremely lesbian and single (if you wanna get her a partner hmu lmao)

Requirements include:

Being butch, or femme or literally anything idk

Not having a design that's too hard for me to draw

Young adult preferably

That's it 👍

LUV enjoys the creative process no matter what it is, so aside from producing and singing music, she enjoys painting and sculpting and all sorts of stuff, even if she's not the best at it.

LUV is largely inspired by the song Idol by YOASOBI, but not the Oshi no Ko anime or anything, since I haven't really watched it much. (Also i heard theres incest now?? idk)

LUV's spirally-ass hair is inspired by literally just what i like drawing !!

That's right. I suffer on purpose.

LUV is an independent idol, since no agency wants to hire an ENA, but she does have a wonderful (and currently undesigned) manager!

Her hair is actually naturally in her alternate outfit style.

That means that in order to achieve her ponytail look, LUV has to twist the 2 halves of hair together and use a ton of hairspray!

While LUV is not extremely rich or famous, she does live pretty comfortably, and has a decent amount of savings.

You know what?? This is a direct invitation for @wattpadhoehoehoe

LUV'S APARTMENT IS BIG ENOUGH FOR 2!! LET THE KIDDO LEAVE THE TRASH HEAP ONCE IN A WHILE!! (Or stay permanently if she wants <333) (Please move in, LUV is lonely ;-;)

Okie dokie I think I'm done for now :]

Idk what to say

I'll write out her lore eventually lol

[jadelion]

hi! So, as a big Fabadine shipper to another, help a girlie out. It's a rarepair?! I went back to tumblr for the fandoms, and got into D20 and specifically Fantasy High (now busy with SY) and this pair is NOT like a main ship? I was so surprised, how did this happen? Like Fabian calling Adaine cute, their general interactions just give 'himbo but he's my himbo' vibes, but there are like 60 fics on AO3 and the tag is not filled to the brim with stuff? What are the reasons it's not bigger? Cause the main ones I can think of (note, I have seen some spoilers but am fully still in SY territory): - Fabian kissing Aelwyn: I totally headcanon he might have crushed on Adaine before, but now there's a version of Adaine that's actually into him? Teenage boy hormones go brrr (besides, by now it's been a few years) - Adaine/Oisin pairing: He betrayed her (spoilers that I got), so personally not rooting for that. - Adaine is ace/aro: might be lack of lore, but didn't Siobhan mention in an interview that Adaine might be a bit of a late bloomer due to her upbringing? And her having a crush on Oisin also kinda negates at least part of that argument? Also, it doesn't seem to stop the Fabian/Riz shippers, who is confirmed on the aro/ace spectrum

I'm just so surprised they're not bigger in the fandom!

Yeah it totally feels like something that should be a bigger ship to me too. The reasons you listed are definitely right. I also think the massive amounts of fabriz shipping that was really common earlier on (and still to an extent now) probably prevented fabadine from being able to gain many fans. And also (slight spoilers for junior in case you aren't aware of it) Fabian does have a love interest in jy so that ship is decently popular now too. Overall, I think despite fabadine having a great dynamic and great interactions imo, there are just a lot of other more popular ships that have distracted from it and things such as Fabian's history with Aelwyn and aspec headcanons of Adaine that turn people away from the ship.

Also with that final thing, I totally get the aspec headcanons of Adaine, personally I headcanon her as demisexual and also possible demiromantic. But even if people heacanon her as aroace and don't want to ship her at all, I feel like a lot of people don't see how close as friends her and Fabian clearly are, so it's definitely a rather underappreciated dynamic by the fandom even only considering it totally platonically.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Cardinal Copia's Costume Curator

AN: This is in tribute to the wonderful beloved @how-masterful for her birthday! (Who introduced me to the band's lore which made me finally listen to the songs, and well..... I'm now very obsessed)

It's the first thing I have written an a long while... oops! But I got into a very competitive health program so I am very busy actively fighting the gods to survive being back in school.

Which means this is only loosely edited, and probably very out of character but I had fun writing it! (In the dreams of my head where I actually do have time this would have been a slow burn multi chapter, but I've never managed to do one of those soooo oneshot it is)

I hope you had the best of days beloved and enjoy your (our) blorbo story

Word Count: 4402

Ao3 Link: Here

Warning: smut/lemon, nudity, blowjob, semi public sexual contact

Description: A collection of moments between the new costumer for the tour and her Cardinal.

Knocking on the door of the dressing room she spared a quick glance back at the ghoulette who had helped guide her. A cute little thumbs up and a smile of an alarming amount of teeth greeted her. She tried to push past her general anxiousness to recognize it for the reassurance it was.

“Ah, hi, hello,” the uncertain greeting from the Cardinal as he opened the door made her turn back to face him so fast she feared she gave herself whiplash.

“Hello Cardinal,” she began in a hurry, sheepishly introducing herself. “I’m umm- your new costume curator?”

“Oh, yes, yes,” he gestured for her to enter the room. Charmingly grabbing her hand to kiss before awkwardly trying to rub off the black stain his Cardinal paints left on her bare skin. Smudging it just enough to make the single lip stain scarcely recognizable. “Sister told me you were joining our little touring family. But uh she did not say why. So good to know that you will be helping with costumes in some way then.”

“She figured you needed me after the video about the belt got back to her.”

He seemed to deflate into the uncomfortable leather chair that came with this touring spot’s dressing room.

“That uh got back to her and all the siblings then, si?”

“Yes Cardinal.”

“Good, great.”

It certainly did not sound like he found it good at all. The silence made her nervous so she rushed to fill it with an explanation that it seemed Sister Imperator had failed to give him.

“She actually seemed to think you handled Sister Maria’s mistake well? Or at least she was more upset with learning from the Siblings here that Sister Maria was more focused on indulging in sin instead of her job?”

“Sister who?”

“Sister Maria?” Did she remember her predecessor’s name incorrectly? “The previous sibling in charge of your and the ghouls’ costumes?”

Rubbing the back of his head, making a mess of his already ruffled hair he admitted something that would have had Sister Imperator flaying your predecessor alive.

“I ,uh, did not know we had someone in charge of costumes. Me and my ghoulies have been taking care of them ourselves.”

“Yourselves,” she screeched. Rushing to explain herself, “not that they seem to be in poor condition, they looked decently taken care of if not a little disorganized. But uh none of you were taught how to take care of these beyond the basics! Who has been checking for any issues with seams? Or keeping track of the spare costume pieces?”

“Eh heh,” gently scratching at his face as he spoke up. “I did use a bit of the Google when the tour started to figure out how to spot clean them after a little incident with the ghouls.”

It was endearing how proud he was of himself, even she couldn’t bring herself to be upset about the possible damage to the garments. She had already looked them over and on the surface they were fine enough. There was even more work to be done than she feared with her initial evaluation of them.

“But it will be a welcome change to have you taking good care of our uniforms, Sister.” He sheepishly looked into her eyes. “Would it also be possible to have you assist backstage with my quick changes. I’ve always made it but it has been cut rather close before...”

“I almost don’t feel bad for Sister Maria when Sister Imperator gets her hands on her. Almost,” she joked before working to reassure him that she would be dutiful in her job. It was an honor to be allowed to join the tour when not a long term or high level Sibling.  She was eager to prove her worth. “Cardinal, you should have had someone assisting you this whole time, it's part of the job! I know we encourage sin but I think Sister Maria was too indulgent with practicing sloth when it came to her job.”

“Si, if I had known who she was and that she was supposed to be doing all these things I would have had a conversation with her before something made its way back to Sister.”

Clapping, he stood up, lending her a hand to guide her up from her seat.

“Now let me introduce you to the rest of my ghouls. Sister said that you are to join us on our bus so that you can work if needed while we travel, which now I know means if we have any costume malfunctions that need your guiding hands.”

***

Nervously she straightened the hanging costumes again for the millionth time. It was almost time for the first costume change with everything that need to be done to get things in order they hadn’t had a chance to practice how she would help. Changing the Cardinal from his cassock into one of the skin tight suits that he admitted were tricky for him to get on alone with how much they clung to his skin. Eager to be helpful, fearful that she would in truth be a hindrance to him.

“You look as if you have seen a ghost, Sister. And not one of the ones on stage,” the Cardinal teased as he stepped into the makeshift changing room that she had set up with spare curtains.

Lightening her mood by gently plopping his biretta onto her head. 

“This is already much better than when I was doing this alone-”

“Because you can use me as a glorified hat stand,” she teased.

“Ah, I was going to say because I have some privacy and am not just rushing off to a dark corner to undress, but yes that too.”

Growing more comfortable, her hands worked to help free him from his clothes efficiently, undoing the buttons down to his navel so that he would be able to simply step out of the garment. Catching a glance of his bare chest while turning to properly hang up the belt he had handed off to her.

“At least they didn’t decide to mirror the whole thirty three buttons for Jesus’s life thing when they copied the idea. Can you imagine if they had decided to make that thing have six hundred and sixty six buttons? We would never get you out of it!”

“Si, and what a hindrance to the sin of lust that would be. A frustrating new form of chastity belt for the clergy.”

Mentally planning the best way to help, she grabbed the skin tight pants. If they took him the longest to get on, then that is where she should start. He could put on the shirt while she started to pull on the pants. Quickly gathering the length of each pant leg and condensing it so that he could slide into them. Moving to kneel on the floor before him. Looking up to tell him to step into them.

Instead of her eyes meeting his, they met his cock. His completely uncovered cock.

Freezing, eyes locked on the monstrosity of a cock that hung before her. The hair neatly trimmed, balls symmetrical, and cock tip a pretty shade of pink. Oh Satan. She couldn’t help but continue to stare without a thought in her head beyond, “pretty”. It was the most beautiful cock she had seen outside of porn- not that she was terribly well versed, but she had seen a fairshare in her time in the church.

Her burning face felt like it was glowing as she turned back into reality. He had been speaking to her.

“Huh?”

“I’m so sorry Sister. I should have warned you that I cannot wear anything underneath, since the lines show with those pants. You didn’t consent to this.”

Struggling to find the words as her lips stumbled around them, “it’s fine. I don’t mind, just a little surprised. Not that there is anything little about that surprise.”

Could someone come drag her into hell early? Why did her brain decide the proper response in that situation was to actually say that!

“Please step into these pants before I further embarrass myself,” begging as she refused to look at his eyes or his cock anymore.

The two of them worked together to force him into those pants. Even with her distraction at his firm thighs and well defined bulge that she did not need to use imagination to remember what was underneath, they finished well before his que. 

“Thank you Sister,” he blew a kiss her way as he pushed past the curtains again.

Still braindead from lust she waved goodbye to him like a fool. Slamming her head against the wall the moment he was out of sight.

Oh Satan, they had to do that several more times. And the worst part is she wouldn’t get any privacy on the bus later to do anything to mimic what she wanted that cock to do to her.

***

“Mountain! Where are your shoes?”

She timidly approached the tall ghoul. Their height differences further accentuated by her eyes being glued to his sock covered feet. Feet lacking the shoes that should be on them.

“If there is something wrong with them I could try to fix them?”

Glancing up into the blank mask. Nervously shifting while waiting for some sort of response.

“They’re fine,” he answered in a deep rumble of a voice, so quiet it almost couldn't be heard. At her wide eyed questioning look he elaborated, “interfere with feeling the beat.”

Oh, so that’s why he didn’t wear them. She nodded, subconsciously fiddling with her grucifix in an anxious habit she was unaware of but that the ghouls had all picked up on.

“You do wear them outside though... right?” Her panic grew with Mountain’s continued silence. “Mountain, there is broken glass everywhere outside the venues!”

The stoick ghoul tilted his head to the side like a curious cat, tail flicking in interest at her words.

“You could get hurt!”

“Cute,” his words were followed by two light pats to the tip of her head. “Don’t need to worry about me.”

Turning to wander off again while she squeaked out his name in shock.

***

“Sister, a word- privately,” the Cardinal softened his words the moment her eyes met his. Striking white eye filled with silent care. “If that’s all okie dokie with you.”

“Of course, Cardinal.”

Gentle hands corralled her from her seat at the built in dinner booth where she had been losing steadily at cards against the ghouls. Door softly clicking shut behind them, enclosing them in the small private room at the back of the bus that was seldom used.

“What can I do for you Cardinal?”

“It’s more what I can do for you, Sister.”

Her confused, “huh” had barely left her lips before he continued on. Rushing as if the words would get caught if he did not push them out all in one breath.

“You have been traveling with us for a while, si?” He left no room for a response. “But um not once have you confessed your sins?”

Remaining silent she avoided his glance. Not wanting to admit that the reason she had failed to confess were her sinful thoughts of the man she needed to confess to.

“I just wanted to know if I had done something wrong? To make you, not want to confess, to me?”

Rubbing his fingers together, looking so concerned for her, so downtrodden.

“No,” she rushed to reassure him. “You’ve done so much to make sure I am comfortable here Cardinal! I just- don't have a lot to confess to...”

“Ah, good- that I have not made you uncomfortable! Not that you have felt unable to freely sin in honor of our Lord Lucifer!”

Taking a seat on the couch shoved into the corner of the room. The Cardinal patting the cushion next to him in invitation. Carefully making her way over to his side, trying not to trip over the corner of the bed also squished into the small space. Gingerly sitting down with as much grace as she could manage in the tight space.

“Eek,” she squealed when firm hands pulled her upper body against his, arm pinning her in place. Taking the only option available to her, hiding her face against his shoulder. Soft red velour tickling her face.

“Now that you have at least an illusion of privacy. Pretend you are back in the comfort of confessional back in the abby, piccola.”

Her mind went blank of any sins she could confess to beyond her obsession while in the limited privacy of the tour bus with thinking of the Cardinal’s perfect cock and how it would feel in her aching, empty pussy. Of grinding her throbbing clit against his firm, supple thighs. Hng.

“Oh, ummm vindicate my envy of...”

Small circular motions were rubbed against her back.

“No sin is too small, too indulgent, or embarrassing to confess. Let it out, Sister.”

“My envy of the little plushies that the ghouls are getting from fans, my pride of how my work is ensuring you all look hella good on stage, and hmm... My greedy hoarding of the extra blankets that Dewdrop kicked off his bunk.” 

“Ah I will keep that last one very much a secret from our dear Dewdrop, otherwise you will find him sneaking into your bunk in revenge,” he teased. “Your sins are vindicated, and may your envy be rewarded at our next stop.”

Pulling away from him as she thanked him, pushing down the urge to confess to her attraction to him, “Thank you, Cardinal. I actually do feel better having had my sins vindicated.”

“I will give you any soft plushies I am thrown, Sister. Had I known you were wanting for one I would not have given them away at the end of the show.”

Giggling at his words as a beautiful thought entered her mind of what type of plushie she could be receiving.

“I offer to give you what you yearn for and I am laughed at, so cruel to me Sister.”

Melodramatically clutching his chest in anguish, the sweet little drama queen he pretended to be.

“I can’t wait to own my own little Plushia, Cardinal.”

“Nevermind, I would not dare give you such a cursed object, Sister!”

“They’re not cursed, they’re cute!” She insisted.

“Maybe to someone blind,” he protested with a smile as her laughter grew infectious.

***

Rushing onto the tour bus in a small panic, she looked for the Cardinal. Everything had been taken care of and put back into its proper place except for the pair of black pants that went with one of his infamous tailcoat suits. She had checked all the dressing rooms, backstage, and the racks of costumes- twice. It had been misplaced- she refused to say lost until there was no hope of finding it.

“Cardinal! I need you-”

The ghouls and Cardinal turned to look at her dramatic entrance. Freezing for a moment in intimidation from the brightly demonic eyes of all those already settled on the bus. In mere moments the Cardinal seemed to recognize her distress. Embarrassed at her surely sorry state she tried to settle her wild hair as he stood and rushed to her.

“Sister, are you okie dokie?”

His concern was sweet, but unfortunately made her spiral again.

“I can’t find it!” Not thinking in her panic to explain what she was even looking for, only able to press on with her worry. “I looked everywhere I could think of, even under the fucking couch in the dressing room which I am certain now is covered in bodily fluids that I don’t want to even think about.”

“Sister, you need to relax! Tell your Cardinal what you are looking for.”

“Your tight black pants are missing! Sister is going to kill me, summon me back from hell and then kill me again!” She cried out in anguish.

Losing this job would hurt, she loved it. The fun and excitement of touring. Getting to know her Cardinal and spending more time with him than would have been possible at the ministry.

“Oh Sister, I am so sorry. Satan and more importantly you forgive me!”

Heart dropping to the floor. They were ruined, or somehow they spontaneously combusted. Whatever he was going to tell her happened to them would ruin her life, certainly.

“I have them here,” he gestured to the built in diner style booth the rest of the band was sitting at.

“What?” Clearing her throat after the painfully croaked up whisper she let out.

“I may have um, popped a seam on them,” the Cardinal shyly admitted.

“That’s not the only thing that popped off due to those pants tonight,” someone teased.

“Oh, oh thank Satan I can fix that!”

“I am sorry I did not think to tell you I was taking them back to the bus, Sister.”

Hand pressed against her racing heart as it slowed down to a normal speed, coming down from the stratosphere.

“That’s okay Cardinal, only a minor heart attack was had,” she reassured the poor guilt stricken man. “We can go back into the other room for some privacy when you change back into it for me to fix it.”

“Ah, could it not be fixed while I am not wearing it Sister?”

“It could, but without knowing how much tension the seam should have based on where it broke it’s likely to have issues again. Best to let me see and do an invisible stitch on it.”

“Get it Cardinal,” one of the ghouls whooped.

“Now, Dewdrop no need to be crude. The nice Sister does not need harassment from you over doing her job,” wagging his finger to playfully scold the ghoul.

She really needed to learn how to tell them apart without their instruments when they were all still masked.

“So, I will um see you back there.”

Escaping from the situation by rushing back into the private area at the back of the tour bus, she busied herself with preparing supplies to fix the ripped seam. Distantly hearing something about a booty call followed by laughter from all the ghouls and even the ghoulettes who normally didn’t laugh at more vulgar teasing. It didn’t take long for the Cardinal to join you with a small fond sigh.

“I think they will be making fun of me for a while with this Sister.”

“What did you do, or rather where is this seam Cardinal?”

WIth how the ghouls were carrying on it was likely a crotch seam, but if that had been the case she was sure she would have seen videos by now of the wardrobe malfunction. Along with a dreaded voicemail from Sister Imperator. 

With a flourish to try and hide his flustered cheeks he revealed the pants from how he had folded them. Squinting at them she struggled at first to see the issue, until she finally found it. A small opening of just about two inches. Right in the center of where his ass was.

“Small mercies that the tails cover that up, si Sister?” He laughed at himself. “Too much cake Dewdrop and Swiss teased, even though they know I have not had any cake since the party at the start of the tour.”

Smiling at him as he took initiative to get himself dressed for her to get to work. Doing her best to ignore his nudity and not sneak a glance. Something she failed at many times during those quick changes.

“It’s slang, Cardinal. They were saying you have a nice round ass,” pushing herself to voice the thought and live up to her name as a Sister of Sin.

Something that she would seldom do in front of anyone due to how flustered saying such things made her.

He squeaked at her explanation, playfully giving her a scandalized look. 

“Sister you can’t say such things before you will be feeling up my ass or we will have a very different seam to start worrying about!”

The two of them broke into giggles together.

“Now turn around and let me see what you managed to do to those sinfully frustrating pants.”

***

The Cardinal wasn’t in the little corner of backstage that had been fashioned into a small dressing room of sorts. Frowning, she strained to listen for anything unusual happening on stage, peaking out of the privacy curtain again for the sixth time. Finally catching sight of a flash of pure white slowly moving towards her. Playfully pulling the curtain back and gesturing him in with a flourish that normally would make him laugh.

He didn’t give even a small giggle. Shoulders slumped as he refused to look at her. What had happened on stage?

“Cardinal?” She slowly asked for an explanation.

“I um, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a moment Sister... alone.”

Hands drifting up to start to gesture with his words before his face flushed a bright red, rapidly shoving them back down to cover his crotch. His, very well endowed and very clearly excited crotch.

“Oh!”

Now her face matched his in being as hot as hell surely was.

“Just got a bit too into it with the thrusting, you know how it is,” he tried to deflect. “Or well you probably don’t, you uh don’t really have the anatomy that would make this an issue. Oh Satan, I need to stop talking now. Um, shutting my mouth now.”

During his rambling she realized the issue with letting him “take care” of his not so little issue on his own.

“Cardinal, you can’t jerk yourself off.”

Sending you a look of disbelief, “Sister, I have enough time before I’m needed back on stage and no one comes over here other than us, si?”

“You’ll get the costumes messy with your seamen and it will dry before I can clean it. It would never come out of the fabric,” she began to explain. “Even if you did manage to not get the costumes dirty your hands would be a mess and the sound crew would kill you for getting come on the microphone.”

“Shit,” his head was thrown back as he accepted the unfortunate truth you were giving him. “I don’t know how we will get me into that next suit, Sister. It’s just as tight as this one, though at least it will give me some more modesty. I swear this white one is made to be see-through on purpose!”

Begrudgingly he moved his hands away to start removing his top, while she got up close and personal with the source of both of their frustrations. The Cardinal wasn’t wrong. She could see more than just the outline of his thick, heavy cock pressing into the well tailored pants. The light blush pink of his cock tip was just visible to her when only a few inches away from it.

Hands stumbling at first- like the first time she had to help him undress, knowing now that he wore nothing underneath. The moment she yanked his pants down enough his cock sprung from its confinement. Hitting against his stomach. Swallowing the saliva pooling at the sight of such a pretty cock. Butterflies of the best kind taking up residency in her stomach at this soft moan he was muffling with his leather gloves shoved against his mouth. The sensation of the fabric moving across his cock stimulating him further.

“I think you’re right that you will not be fitting that back into pants without some help, Cardinal... I could help,” she tentatively offered.

“Please Sister, do not torture me like this. I cannot take it.”

“I don’t plan to tease, Cardinal. Not enough time for that tonight.”

Trailing a finger tip softly down the length, watching his thighs twitch while he squeaked.

“I sound like one of my rats squeaking for attention,” he whined.

Giving a playful lick to the tip while fishing for an answer, “I need consent from those pretty painted lips before mine get to work.”

She had never been so bold. Yet the pull of lust built up over the weeks made it easy to fall into this confidant role she was playing.

“Please,” he was more breathless than he ever was at the end of the show.

Capturing his cock with her lips, sliding down until she could take no more into her mouth. Sucking in more of him with each moan and whine he ruined his voice with. Hands resting against her hair, so considerate of her comfort that he took no control of her.  Choosing instead to help keep her hair from getting in her eyes, letting her work his cock at her own pace.

The sound of the ghoul’s musical dueling creating the perfect rhythm to follow. Humming along lowly to parts to make her Cardinal let out the prettiest of sounds. Making sure to repeat the movements that got her the best reactions. They didn’t have much time. His foot moving to press the tips of his shoes against her clit, just resting with a light pressure that felt so good.

Moving her hands to take advantage of the situation to feel up his ass. So soft, just a perfect ass that she envied. She wanted to use it as a stress ball, indulging in some light squeezes as she forced his cock to tickle her throat. Swallowing down her saliva with his cock. She couldn’t afford to get saliva on the pants pooled around his ankles.

It didn’t take long to solve his “problematic” erection. A few bobs to tickle her throat while looking up at him with watery, pleading eyes made him come undone. Both whining as she attempted to swallow the burst of come flooding her mouth.

Lightly thrusting against his shoes with a small cry of need.

“Shit, so good Sister. Fuck! I need to get back onstage.”

Trying to control her pout was hard as they both rushed to finish dressing him in his next suit. Her consolation prize was him guiding her to lower her head for a soft kiss to the top of her skull.

“Later Sister I promise to live between your glorious thighs all night long like the ghouls have been teasing me for daydreaming about. Give you a little somethin’ something, yeah?”

[starthaw]

This is going to be very embarrassing if I am proven wrong, but I'm so confident Queen is going to discover something integral to the world of TBHX. I just can't quite place what, and I'm not sure if my bias is clouding my judgement or not.

Alongside Hero X and Dragon Boy, she's among the heroes we know the least about (in part because none of these three have had their 2nd PVs released yet, but also because very little about them has been revealed in the general PVs/trailers).

Listed out... Hero X goes without saying, the mystery is intentional. We've seen a lot of Nice in recent trailers as well as commentary from people who have already seen ep. 1, and Ahu's been around since that first concept PV. The other more general PVs showed a decent amount of Lucky Cyan's and Loli's backstories. E-Soul's 2nd PV has given us the most lore, most of which was specific to him. Even Ghostblade has a sizable chunk of information to work with. We got the Johnnies 2nd PV and know a little about them now too (though admittedly not much more than before).

What do we know about Dragon Boy? He's a good kid (Character Profile text). Acts a bit like a delinquent (Character PV1), looks like one too. He seems earnest! He's definitely strong, or strong enough to be No. 3, and more than that he's ambitious (JP website text). Very little about his origins, his relationship with other heroes, about who he is as a whole.

How about Queen? She's a rule slicker, maybe. Grew up wealthy for sure (see: one of the PVs from December), then into your strong, independent woman, the so-called "pinnacle of female heroes" (JP website text). She's strong too. Doesn't seem to interact much with others, she's rarely depicted with anyone else. What else? Fuck if I know.

Well. I'm inclined to think the way I do because of all the heroes who are shown looking at the camera/viewer, I'd argue Queen does it the most after Hero X himself. In her first PV and in the opening, she looks right at you.

And again, in the art for the Top 10 voting! She and Hero X are the only ones who look at you, the viewer.

Everyone else looks off to the side except for them. It's jarring, you know? With Hero X at least we can expect this from him. It's his whole Thing. But from Queen? You looking at me? I'll start getting shy now...

Well, there's the example from this promo art too (I've separated the art for a close-up as well):

When I first saw this, I wasn't sure if Queen was really looking at you, the viewer, but I'm more confident about it now.

Babe, what's up... come talk to me... ahaha... head in hands I can't make heads or tails of this. What do you Know. I don't know. Tell me.

[rosesnwater]

Content Warnings and A Lesson From Lore Olympus

As some of you may know, I write a comic, which i occasionally post about here. I'd like to address a conversation around creators and content warnings in this post as well as the general tremd of authors overstating whats happening in their story. I've seen it come up recently in webtoon discourse within my own comic.

So first off, right after my three page prologue I have an authors note that details all the topics my comic will be going into throughout the course of the story.

It follows:

These are ALL the issues I tackle within the comic and I leave it here so people can decide whether they want to continue with the story. I have labeled my story as mature. There is a warning when anyone accesses the comic for the first time on both Webtoons and Tapas. I also have warnings that come in three degrees that I place before each episode that handles one of the mature themes I mention. However, what I don't do is tell the reader what they're going to see before they see it. I don't like doing this for a couple reason, some of the most important being, I think makes the story redundant because it's already explaining what's going to happen and this in turn disrupts the narrative.

I understand why people feel strongly about warnings and making content safe on a platform with a young audience. However, seeing as this is a work I have invested a considerable amount of time in, that I'm offering for people to enjoy (which i enjoy doing), I believe it is important I tell the story in my own way.

When you pick up a book you may get a warning in the synopsis (although I find this is rare) or in other people's online reviews of the book BUT you have to go looking for those reviews. As a creator I can only testify to my own experience, but like novels, comics are stories and in my own work, the story should NOT be bisected by warnings expressly stating what's going to happen in each episode.

I feel this speaks to a general increased uninvolvement in the material readers are reading and a lack of reading comprehension to the point authors think it necessary to guide their audience through their story.

There has been a decent amount of discourse in the UnpopularLoreOlympus reddit thread about readers reading comprehension. It is now common practice to have images like the one bellow before an episode.

On more than one occasion Rachel has put warning paragraphs at the end of her episode stating without any subtext what EXACTLY a character meant during the episode, even though readers would ideally understood the subtext as communicated by the narrative.

And before that she would have warnings signs like this before episodes where the content would be present:

The above warning is actually quite common amongst comics but it should NOT be required by the audience. If an author is doing their job, they'll have the proper box ticked off when submitting their webtoon

SPOILERS FOR MANY WORKS OF FICTION.

No one tells you at the beginning of jane Eyre that there will be violence, death of children, and abuse, let alone where these incidents will occur.

The hunger games won't warn you before the start of a chapter that there will be starvation or gruesome depictions of character death or content describing mental illness.

Most movies will have warning before the whole movie but they won't briefly cut out of the narrative to tell you what's about to happen and people shouldn't expect comic artists to do this either.

As a comic creator i am rellyng upon my audience's discretion to decide on whether or not a story is safe for their consumption. However, I'm adamant in my own work that that's where my required involvement ends.

I will explain things in the comments or answer reader questions, i will be happy doing so because i get to engage with people on something Ive spent hours creating. I will go onto my discord and jump into the deep world building or explain a particular scene, but this should not be required.

Holding authors accountable for going thoroughly over the controversial issues every episode they post is unreasonable and honestly (for me) damaging to the creative work. We end up with situations like lore olympus where authors are there to explain every warning and subtext to the audience without any work on the readers part.

I know this may be controversial to some, but as a creator, it's something that's bothered me for a while and something I think we should be able to talk about in the artistic community.

[laswells-ashtray]

Hello I hope you’re doing well ^^

You mentioned how Kate knows a freakish amount of muppets lore, has this ever lead to Laswell going off on a tirade after Shepard and or Price say something about the felt and fabric creatures.

I’m especially interested because we know that Price commonly calls folks muppets, I also just want Kate to scold Shepard for being an uncultured swine.

I really hope I’m not bothering with all these asks, I’m personally happy that someone sees Kate the same way I do. Just tell me if I’m ever annoying you, I fear being annoying to strangers online who I think are radically tubular.

=^.,.^=

You are never annoying me, I love asks especially Kate Laswell related asks. Also, I always look for an excuse to talk about the Muppets.

Making John work with an incredibly professional follow-all rules French man is probably not Kate's smartest idea but neither was the drunken karaoke she did in college so she moves on. John can't.

"Fuck sake, he talks like that stupid fucking frog from that bloody Muppets movie Soap kept playing the other night."

She barely restrains a snort, she'd heard about the sergeant's antics. He'd put on a Muppets movie in their common room and bolted with the TV remote to ensure that neither of the other three men could turn it off. It had been an act if protest of some kind, she hadn't bothered listening that much.

"Frog was Russian." She corrects him without thinking. She's an aunt, of course, she's seen Muppets Most Wanted.

John's head whips around to her with a speed that had to have hurt his neck. "What?"

"The frog was Russian." She repeats.

"Why do you know that?" He asks almost instantly.

She answers him with the same voice she uses to deliver intel of high importance. "His name was Constantine and he was serving time in a Siberian gulag. The frog was Russian."

"That's not what I- Nevermind. The frog was Russian. Frenchman is still a cunt."

"Noted."

Also, because I think I'm funny:

She doesn't like eating her lunch in the vicinity of Shepherd but this is the only time to eat with everything they have at stake right now, they can't leave in case John makes contact. And Shepherd is doing a fucking crossword. A crossword.

She watches Shepherd squint at the newspaper on the table in front of him, muttering under her breath. "The fucking Muppets? Jesus."

She glances over, reading the question as she swallows a bit of pasta. Country guest star on season five, episode 21 of The Muppet Show. Well, it isn't exactly a hard hint, is it?

"Johnny Cash."

Shepherd looks up at her with an uncharacteristic confusion, "What?"

"Answer is Johnny Cash, he was the guest star."

The man looks down at the crossword and she can see him mentally filling in the letters to see if she's correct. She is.

"Huh." The general fills in the answer before looking back to her with a curious expression that he fails to hide. "Would've thought it was Willie Nelson, how'd you know?"

"Willie Nelson never appeared on The Muppet Show, he only showed up in The Muppets in 2016. Cash did The Muppet Show in 1980." She answers, returning her attention to the half-decent pasta in front of her.

"How'd you remember that?" His tone is almost accusing, as if she was lying or being honest to spite him. Bald prick.

"He sang Ghost Riders in the Sky with Mrs Piggy, one of the nieces likes rewatching the show." That's a lie, Kate rewatched it on the rare occasions she indulged in a joint with Sarah.

"Your kids never watch it?"

He didn't talk to either of his kids, they both knew that.

"Hmph."