#“we gotta know how these lizards do it and when and why. get the people involved.”

[mcromwell]

I love iNaturalist so much. Where else can you upload a picture of lizards having sex only to then be contacted by the Director of Lizard Fuckin' at Big Important Museum of Natural Sciences who asks to know more about said lizards fuckin' because he's heading an ongoing decade-long research project about lizard fuckin'

The Celebrities

[sugusatosluut]

Mind games

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Synopsis: You’ve been fighting alongside Invincible and the guardians of the globe for years, yet youre the only super that the GDA can’t get any information about. Mark Grayson knows more than he lets on, but he doesn’t kiss and tell…

warnings: light smut, no use of y/n, some fluff, implied relationship, Reader is half viltrimite.

In the midst of a tough fight the guardians seemed to be struggling immensely against the unlikely team up between the lizard league and the mauler twins. It was almost unbearable to those watching live on television. The brutal tactics of the lizard league making viewers sick to their stomachs, the gut wrenching fear of possibly losing one of earth’s favorite super heroes.. that was until Invincible and Vex showed up at the ‘all is lost’ moment to save the day. Invincible showed up before you, smiling at your presence as you flew in immediately taking down salamander, then focusing your strength on Komodo Dragon.

“Hey take it easy Vex! I was getting there.” Invincible chuckled.

“Gotta fight me for him invincible.” You smiled at him.

Instead of waiting, you and Invincible teamed up taking down Komodo Dragon, then moving onto the mauler twins as the guardians recovered and took on the rest of the Lizard league. The pile of villains visible to viewers at home who cheered at the screen. The biggest threat of the day was taken down and according to everyone the day was saved.

You were satisfied, watching the guardians and Invincible socialize before deciding to take off. Before you could leave, you felt an arm grasp your own. It was invincible, the guardians and atom eve. They smiled at you.

“Vex, thank you for your help. Don’t think we could have done it without you.” He said smiling at you.

“Yeah you’re like, hella strong and smart and that’s a lot coming from me. I don’t usually think that of people.” Rex complimented you as he crossed his arms.

“Thank you, I just want to help where I can. The partnership between those guys was odd, could have been more dangerous than we thought if we didn’t take them down. You all did great work.” You smiled. Your mask was covering most of your face.

“You know.. Vex you should come hang at the guardian’s hq. Even if you’re not wanting to be part of the guardians you’re always welcome to come hangout and be yourself. Eve and invincible do it all the time. Plus we’d get to know more about you.” Rudy stated.

“Thank you. I’ll take some time to think about it.” You smiled.

Cecil popped in behind all of you, his presence immediately squashing the positivity in the air. He was satisfied with the outcome of the situation given it could have been much worse if not dealt with accordingly.

“They’re right Vex.” Cecil seemed to spit your name out his mouth with annoyance in his heart. Cecil had his ups and downs with the supers, always has a safeguard for when things seem to go against him or a super seems to act out and he needs the upper hand, but it was never that way with you for as long as you’ve been here. You’ve always made it a point to leave before Cecil arrives and this was why, he always wanted to know more. It bugged you to the core and invincible knew more than anyone how you felt, so he always watched before needing to jump in to your defense even though you never needed it.

“If you’re gonna help it’s earth courtesy to introduce yourself and make friends, unless you already knew that.. while you’re at it you might as well make that mandatory visit to the GDA and let us know more about you too so we can assist you better in fights or care for you medically without a fight.” He glared at you.

“Yeah.. like I said, I’ll think about it.” You said before taking off.

“Nice going Cecil, you scary fuck. You scared off one of the strongest supers we got.” Rex groaned, kicking a mauler twin who was out cold.

Invincible flew up after you, following behind you. This was always what happened after a huge fight. You’d play nice and social, then leave. Invincible would follow you to where the GDA couldnt and you’d hangout together. This time you decided to fly into a con. You and mark were already in your suits hanging out at a food truck.

“Hungry girl huh?” He smirked at you, moving your hair out of your face as you took a bite of your hotdog.

“Mhm, I skipped breakfast.” You chuckled.

“Quinn you know you could always come by my place and eat. My mom doesn’t mind making breakfast. She always asks where you are anyways.” He said. Only Mark knew your name. He never slipped up once in front of anyone though. His mom only knew you by your super hero name. She loved how close you and mark were on camera and how much he talked about you at home.

“Yeah, it’s just.. Cecil’s watching you guys so closely already. We could change here and go to your place? Be there by dinner? I’d love to meet your family formally.” You smiled at him.

The two of you sat on the bench, mark’s arm around your shoulder while the other was holding his phone, texting his mother.

You both changed out of your suits, meeting up at the entrance.

“Ill never get over the fact that you love seance dog as much as I do.” He smiled.

“It’s so good, the matching shirts are just the cherry on top. Are you flying us?” You asked.

“I can, you’re gonna let me carry you though.” Mark patted your head as he picked you up.

You held on knowing you could fly if anything happened. You couldn’t let the GDA tie anything to you. Living on the edge was scary. But tonight was all about you and mark. Mark knew everything about you. His favorite thing was that you could relate to him and his own struggles. You just had to explain how you’re here to his mother Debbie. He explained that the viltrimite race was a sensitive topic considering his dad was Omni man. This was it, you landed at the front door with Mark. He knocked on the door to be more considerate to how Debbie felt.

“Mark? Oh my son, who’s this?” She asked with a smile as she took your hands in her own.

“Hey mom this is Quinn, she’s here to have dinner with us. You said you wanted to meet her.” He smiled.

“Quinn how good to see you, come in!” She grinned.

You all sat at the table, Debbie smiling and staring at you.

“So, Quinn, tell us about yourself!” Debbie smiled as she took a bite of her own food.

“I love hanging out with mark, he’s my favorite person to do things with. I love being able to protect the world with him. Plus I feel like it’s right to tell you I’m part viltrimite part Vexan, I just hate Cecil.. I’m not fond of him at all..” You breathed out. You immediately regretted everything you said, yet mark grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it to signal it was going to be okay.

“Oh thank god you’re honest sweetheart.” Debbie sighed with relief.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that my little Mark has someone to be around who understands him. And don’t worry, Cecil won’t know a thing.” She smiled.

You smiled back in return. After dinner was over, you helped Debbie clean up. You met Oliver, who came back from playing with friends and he enjoyed your company and helped you, Mark and Debbie clean up the house. After cleaning you and Mark went to his bedroom, chatting for hours about school and life.

“So, how was life on Vexilan?” Mark asked.

“Not bad, their lives were lived similar to Earth customs. Everything was normal except school and mating.” You huffed.

“Tell me about it.” He was intrigued. You turned your body to face him in the bed.

“Well schools don’t have grades, they were similar yes but, we have fights to move into the next higher classed area. That was it. If you died you died. Magic is the life or death factor. If you don’t have it you’re destined to die.” You said. Mark’s interest was genuine.

“And what about mating?” He asked

“Mating.. mating was odd. It worked like our schools but you also couldn’t date anyone that wasn’t in your class. Sometimes you’d have to fight rival mates to the death, other times you’d have to prove your love by mind warping. It’s a lot like.. ‘mutual masturbation or assisted masturbation.’” You blushed.

Mark was blushing. It was quiet for a while.

“Did you want me to mind warp you, Mark?” You asked.

“I-uh..I” he was panicked, he wasn’t expecting you to ask.

“Oh- unless you’re seeing eve- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.”

“N-no I’m not seeing eve, I’m only seeing you! You can mind warp me I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so suddenly. I-I’d actually love to.” He said grabbing your hand.

You looked at him, blushing hard. He locked the door.

“Okay so what do I need to do?” He asked running his hands through your hair.

“Take your clothes off.” You smiled shyly.

Mark kissed you all over your face as he took his clothes off, all except his boxers.

“This works, now I take off mine and you lay down on the bed. I’m gonna sit on top of you and I need you to close your eyes.” You nodded.

Mark closed his eyes, you sat on top of him, feeling his hard on. You placed your fingers on his head, running your hands through his hair as you kissed him. You used your powers to amplify mark’s ability to feel pleasure. It worked as a type of aphrodisiac. In his mind he felt two of you, even though there was only one of you. You were touching him all over, the whines and whimpers leaving his lips.

“I feel so sensitive, what did you do?” He asked smiling at you.

“You’re gonna feel it.” You smiled.

Your mind intertwined with marks, every fantasy you’ve ever had filling his vision. He groaned and moaned. He was able to cum in the warp, but not in real life. You had him begging for more everytime he came in the mind warp. You finally stopped after the fourth time.

“I need you so bad right now.” He whined.

“I know, do you want the real thing mister invincible?” You teased him. Wrong move on your part, mark grabbed you and you stopped the mind warping. He deserved what he worked so hard for. Eventually letting him finish for real.

“You know.. I think I love your planets mating customs.” Mark blushed at you.

“Well… I think I love you mark. It only appropriate via your worlds customs that I admit my feelings for you. I’ve had these feelings for quite some time now. Just didn’t have the courage to act on it.” You smiled at him.

“Go out with me? Just as Mark and Quinn. Doesn’t have to be Invincible and Vex if you’re too shy.” He smiled.

“Yes. We can do both.” You smiled.

You both enjoyed the night, mind warping and giggling like teenagers

[strangelittlestories]

"You know, Red Riding Hood, *some people* consider it rude to comment on a person's physical traits." Grandma's awfully big and bushy eyebrows (above her awfully big eyes) raised in unimpressed fashion. "Like, if it comes up in conversation, sure. But completely unprompted? For shame, granddaughter."

Red considered this. She considered this deeply. She held a brief little internal conference about this.

Red's Super Ego: She's got a point. In an ideal world, this isn't how we'd behave.

Red's Anxiety: Yeah, we fudged it, lads. We've screwed the pooch. Really wrenched the dalmatian. And absolutely bolted the little doggie too. The only thing to do now is apologise and get eaten.

Red's Healthy Boundaries: Hold up, can we consider context? Sure, avoiding physical commentary is usually a good rule, but it's situational right? And the situation we are *currently in* is noticing that our grandma has suddenly developed a severe case of apex predator. A condition that, by the way, is usually terminal ... but not for her.

Red's Lizard Brain: RUN RUN RUN! TEETH! RUN! TEETH! OH GOD! FLEE FREEZE! AAAAAAAAAA! GULLET! MUZZLE HER WITH A DOILIE! USE THE CROCHET LIKE A NET! PUNCH THE SNOOT!

Red's Ancestral Knowledge: Hold up. Something feels ... I dunno. Itchy? Like. Itchy on the inside. There's something we're missing. Why does it feel like night-time when it's not dark? Why do I love this wolf in grandma's clothes? What *day* is it?

Red's Critical Thinking: Sorry I'm late to the party, gang. Hey, if this wolf ate grandma, then why's everything so clean still? Like, no gore or splatter? And if it ate her whole, then how's it wearing her nightgown?

Red's Adrenal Glands: Hey, you guys like 4 Non-Blondes? 'Cos we're about to take a deep breath and then GET REAL HIGH.

All of this happened in moment. But that, it turned out, was still a moment *too long*, because Red's mouth had been talking out loud while the other bits had been talking in her head.

"Grandma, let's cut the crap." Red's voice was blunt, but still fond. "You're a big old wolf and I'm snack-size. But just because you're a danger doggo, doesn't mean you're not *also* my family. Maybe you ate grandma. Or maybe the full moon's about to come out and it turns out granny's always been a bit howly around the edges. It doesn't matter - either way, my gran's in there somewhere. And I love you. You hear me? I love you no matter what you are. So if you're gonna eat me, you'd best do it quick, because the woodcutter usually checks in around this time and he is not a lover of anything lupine. So ... what do you say?"

Red could see two different creatures were warring in grandma's eyes horizon-wide eyes. One hungered for community. Another hungered for flesh.

But, ultimately, both were pack predators.

"My, what a big heart you have, granddaughter."

And the wolf engulfed Little Red Riding Hood with its limbs, rather than its jaws.

"Phew. That's a relief. I wasn't sure who was gonna win there." Red's voice was a little muffled from around the fur and fluffy nightgown. "But I wasn't joking about the woodcutter. So unless he's likely to get real chill with some stuff real quick, you and me have gotta make a man disappear, grandma."

Grandma the Wolf nodded.

"Hey kid. If a tree falls in this forest and no-one's around to hear it?" Grandma's big-ass teeth were all the better for grinning. "Then can they do us for murder?"

"They cannot." replied Red, resolutely. "Let's make this tree-hating motherlover cry wolf."

"I'm actually a little surprised you're so down for murder, Red."

"Well, they do say the best defence ... is a *hood* offence."

[somedudenamedruiz]

Yknow, I've come to the conclusion that I think about what characters' mouths look like, maybe an abnormal amount.

As a certified fucked up teeth haver, every single one of my little guys gotta have SOMETJIN a lil fucked, you know?

Anyways, here's a list of JRWI charecters and their tooth headcannons caus I have a strange amount <3

Riptide:

Chip has an incomplete cleft lip, a chipped front tooth, extra canine teeth on BOTH the top and bottom, and a gold tooth somewhere on the bottom. He does not brush his teeth very much. Normally, only does if he's bullied into it. Depression is a bitch, man.

Jay Ferin has a minor overbite. Not a very bad one, but yeah. She also does not brush her teeth as much as she probably should. She will not be telling Chip that.

Gillion Tidestrider teeth that work like sharks and are constantly renewing. That does not mean he doesn't get fucky teeth, though. Sometimes, he'll just get an extra tooth or two before one falls out. And he'll just be kind of uncomfortable for like, a week until one falls out. (Extra: Chip has tried to play off some of Gil's teeth as shark teeth before, to sell them.)

Ollie has pretty spaced out teeth and just doesn't have one of his molars. Also chipped a tooth at some point. Honestly, probably during the Electrodon fight.

Gryffon has an underbite, and very prominent bottom canines. More so than bears normally do. They poke out like small tusks when he closes his mouth.

Arlin has extra canines on the bottom and a tooth gap. Also, golden molar.

Caspian has a snaggle tooth. Is this a fish joke? Possibly.

Lizze has a tooth gap and a gold tooth on her top row. Opposite of Chip's.

Old man Earl is missing several teeth.

Drey Ferin's scar that goes over his eye hits his lip as well. Also his canine teeth are further forward than the rest.

Prime Defenders:

Dakota Cole has buck teeth. Both are chipped and have had fillings put in SEVERAL times. The fillings keep getting chipped as well, though. (Me fr.)

William Wisp has a minor overbite. It used to be very bad. He had braces for multiple years. He has a permanent pouty lip because of the overbite. (May or may not just litterally be how my teeth worked. Sue me.)

Vyncent Sol has more teeth than a human does. Idk why. it just feels right. Weird fuckin elf boy. Also he gets a tooth gap <3

Ashe Winters has extra canine teeth on the top. After The Trickster, her teeth remained sharper than normal.

Mark Winters has a tooth gap, and the lizard half of his face has sharp teeth.

Malard Conway has just like, a couple too many teeth. Just enough to freak people out a bit when they notice. They are sharp. (I wnat to hit this bastard fuck with a pipe, bro, I hate him so much he's amazing.)

Apotheosis:

Peter Sqloint has generally misaligned teeth. They're just a bit wonky.

Rumi, when they are, yknow, Rumi, has perfect teeth. Cause, of course they do. Rumi is like that. When they are Elena, though they have shap teeth, and like, 4 extra teeth on the bottom, behind the regular ones.

Blood in the Bayou

Rand honestly has kind of gross teeth. He's been smoking for fuck knows how long, and is a depressed wet cat. He does not brush his teeth. Also, he has extra canines.

Rolan actually has pretty straight teeth. Had braces when he was younger, but not for a long time. Slightly prominent front teeth, though.

Kian Stone's canine teeth sit further forward than the rest of his teeth.

Becky had a tooth gap.

Rachel Rand has braces. Teeth were generally misaligned, and she had an overbite and minor crossbite.

Wonderlust

Runt canonically has buck teeth, and we love her for it <3 She also gets an overbite to me.

Troy had misaligned teeth as a kid and had braces because of it. He will deny it until the day he dies.

WD (MY GIRRLLLLL) Has a crossbite and extra canine teeth.

Riply has a tooth gap and is missing one of her premolars

Blink is a bird.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Royal Protocol

This has been in my drafts for even and has gone through so many rewrites, I'm finally happy with it.

Contains: Fluff, so much fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

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Some rules were made to be broken

You thought your brain was going to melt out of your ears, each second going over protocol for your meeting with the crown was torture. Say this, do that, don't ask about the events they put on while people go without food. Price groaned as he read the next item from the list. "For fucks sake, y/n, make sure you wear stockings."

Simon chuckled beside you, and you elbowed him. "Yeah yeah, laugh, I'm not the one who's going to have to wear dress greens all the time."

He looked down at you and sighed. "I fucking hate this shit."

You shrugged. "I'm just a translator, I don't know why I have to come."

"Because you're a part of the team, now stop whining and go home and get ready." Price sounded like he was going to punch someone or jump out of the window in hopes that a broken leg would get him out of this.

"Sorry sir." Simon shot you a look, you didn't sound sorry at all.

****

The only floor length dress from your wardrobe that the royal liaison deemed acceptable was the most uncomfortable thing you owned, but Simon didn't seem to mind, he had been glancing at you since the second he helped you zip it up. "You ready to go Lovey?"

You nodded. "Sure, I just gotta fix my hair one last time."

He shook his head softly and chuckled. "Don't know why, you look perfect."

"Because if I have one single hair out of place, Price will have a heart attack, and one of those lizards we're meeting will have a conniption." The knock at the door made you both flinch. "That will be them now, I'll be two minutes."

You entered the bathroom and fixed the single hair out of place as your brain filled with everything else you could be doing tonight filled your head. Then a thought came to you, sure, it would go against the rules, and Price would be mad if he found out, but no one would know, so what would the harm be.

****

Curtsy, smile but not too wide, eat at their speed, be agreeable.

The meeting didn't go well. The threat against the crown was real, and the government wanted the 141 to stay with them until it had been dealt with. You were placed between Simon and Soap; the opulent decor of whatever palace you were in was blinding, and the thought of staying here until the threat passed was the last thing you wanted to do. "We set up the couple's room for you and Lieutenant Riley. It's in our beautiful east wing, there's an ensuite with a sunken tub so you can soak before bed."

You smiled. "How kind of you, thank you."

Simon nodded. "Yes, thank you, your majesties."

It was a hollow statement, Simon would be spending most of the night walking the halls of the east side of the house with Konig so you'd be spending your nights in the massive bed alone. Dinner wound down slowly and mercifully, the food was filling and enjoyable. Price followed you as everyone left for their rooms, his neutral expression doing little to hide his displeasure from anyone who knew him. He spoke to you as Simon ready himself for patrol. "We're going to get a car and go around to everyone's home to collect some things for them, because it looks like we'll be here for a while. I've already got a list."

You nodded. "Ok."

He left, and Simon came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and resting his head on your shoulder. "Make sure you check the fridge Lovely, I don't want anything to go bad."

You spun in his arms and he pressed you to his chest. "Alright. Do you want me to bring you anything special?"

He shook his head. "You're all I need Lovey."

You sighed. "Don't be silly, you also need socks and boxers and clothes."

He chuckled and squeezed you tightly. "That I do." You could tell by how he was holding you how tired he was and you split from him when you heard Konig's solid knock. "I gotta go."

"I know, me too." You walked towards the door together, Simon with his gun slung over his shoulder, before he opened the door, you tapped him on the arm and lifted your skirt, showing him your stockingless legs and sockless feet.

His face split in a grin and he pressed his hand to his mouth like someone trying not to encourage a dog to misbehave by laughing. "I will deal with you later."

"Oh yes please."

He shook his head and pecked your cheek. "Don't let Price get into trouble and say hello to Mama Gaz for me."

"Will do." He was still grinning like an idiot when he greeted Konig and walked down the hallway.

****

You returned to your room in the very early morning after dropping everyone's luggage at their door. Simon was still on patrol, and you could hear his footfalls pause at the door each time he passed by it. Sometime after you fell asleep, you felt Simon slide into bed next to you, his bare skin warm on your flesh as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed his lips to your ear and nuzzled into you as he made himself comfortable, seemingly unaware that you were half awake. "I love you y/n."

****

You were awoken by someone dropping the breakfast cart at the door, the sight of Simon wheeling it in wearing nothing but a pair of boxers well and truly waking you up. "What do you want Love?"

He stood there, the fancy plate in one hand and tongs in the other, looking at you expectantly, but you were too busy staring at the hard lines of his body to answer. "If you don't tell me I'm just going to have to give you a little of everything."

You nodded. "Whatever you want."

He began to fill your plate, pausing to taste the baked beans before making a face. "They're a little sweet, you still want them."

You shook your head. "No, but I'll have more fruit."

He smiled and continued, making sure to give you extra golden syrup on your crumpet before fixing himself a plate and bringing everything to the bed on a tray. He passed it to you and lifted the blankets, moving in next to you with a sigh as he took his plate from the tray. He sat with his leg pressed against yours and switched on the large TV attached to the wall, smiling as you linked your hand in his.

You enjoyed your breakfast, talking about the things he saw in the hallways during his patrol until your plates were clean. "About last night." His tone had that crackle at the end that was telling you he was trying to keep his composure.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He looked sideways at you and you giggled. "Oh right, no one got hurt and they didn't find out so there's no harm done."

He snorted, managing to hold back for a moment before bursting into laughter. "If that's your idea of rebellion the anti royalists are in trouble."

You shoved him to no effect and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. The empty plate was lifted off your lap and placed on the side table before he rolled on top of you, resting his weight on you as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, throwing your legs over his waist as he ground his half hard cocking against your clothed centre. "Here?"

He paused, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke. "If you want to."

"I do." He smiled and continued to kiss you, taking his hand and sliding his boxers off before removing your underpants.

He rested back on his heels and grabbed the edge of your shirt, licking his lips at your bare skin as he removed it. "You are so pretty." He gestured for you to pop and then lay down on the bed, grinning as he waved you over. "Hop on Lovey."

You blinked. "You want me to…What if I squish you?"

He chuckled. "You won't don't worry." He smirked. "Anyway, if you do, I'll enjoy it."

You exhaled and settled over him, and he ran his hands up and down your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself over his mouth. You flinched at the first brush on his tongue as he gripped your thighs harder and held you to his mouth. You held tight to the fancy headboard as he sealed his lips over your clit, and he let out of moan as you relaxed down so he was supporting you. He moved from sucking your clit to licking you in long, wide stripes, stopping to circle your clit each time before starting his journey again.

He wrapped one arm around your leg as the fingers on his other hand joined his tongue. He found you G-spot like a heat-seeking missile, not hesitating to apply pressure as you began to rock against his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, moaning and grunting with each movement of his mouth as you began to squeeze his fingers. Your legs locked up as you came, your shoulders curling as the high took over your body. It came in waves, your vision fading as the sensations only seemed to grow.

He didn't stop but he let you pull away from him with a groan of disappointment. "What's wrong my love?"

He sighed. "I wanted to make you cum again."

You moved over his hips, rubbing yourself up and down his cock as his muscles grew tense. "You can but I'd like it if you could too, does that sound good to you?"

He smiled and placed his hands on your hips. "Yeah, it does."

You reached back and grabbed him, sliding down slowly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck Lovey, you feel so fucking good."

His grip only hardened as you picked up the pace, and he watched with lust filled eyes as you slid your hand down your body to rub your clit. He didn't know where to look; part of him wanted to fixate on your face as it filled with pleasure, but his eyes kept drifting to your breast and the point where he kept disappearing inside you. He bucked his hips to meet your pace, and you folded at the waist, resting your free hand on his firm chest. "Come on pretty girl, you gonna cum for me?"

You nodded desperately, your fingers speeding up as each of his thruts joltedyour your hold body. You all but collapsed on top of him when it hit, and he grasped your flesh like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet as each contraction on your core around him pulled him into bliss with you.

You relaxed on top of him as you both caught your breath, and he wrapped his around you as he pressed his cheek to yours. "You know that wasn't a reward for your poor behaviour."

You sighed. "Really, because it sure felt like one."

He chuckled and slipped out of you, pecking your lips hard as he brushed your hair from your face. "Well it wasn't."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, smiling as his loved filled eyes gazed into yours. "Going forward, I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

He smiled. "I'll love you even if you're not."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @candy616 @avidread3r

[boygiwrites]

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Author's Note.

Yoohoo! Been a couple months... What else is new? 😅

"Everybody, everybody! Please head home! Lock your doors!"

I cling tighter to Rick's shoulders as the sounds of panicked screaming and truck engines surround us from all sides, chaos filling the moonlit street faster than any herd of walkers could. Shoulders are bumping into us. People are tripping over each other. I can't hardly tell who's a civilian and who ain't, but it's us who the guards are lookin' for. We kicked one hell of a hornet's nest down in the blocks.

There were bodies. I saw 'em. Bodies, white smoke, and bloodied bullet casings at our feet. It was a massacre.

I'm sure that's what they'll call it.

Not an escape, or a kidnapping, and definitely not torture. Not the truth — No, a terrible massacre.

First they killed Eric, they'll say, And now this!

The Governor's got a way with pickin' the worst, most fanciest words for things and I know he'll make it easy to hate us. He's a lizard with a silver tongue and his people are nothin' but lemmings. They prefer it that way. That guard had it right when he said it's amazing just how much people are willin' to sweep under the rug when they got food and shelter on the line. The Governor could say the sky is red and they'd surely convince themselves it was so. He could say we're heartless, bloodthirsty killers and they'd surely do it then, too.

I could say they got no idea about the horrors lurkin' under their suburban paradise, but I'd be wrong.

"Terrorists!" The guards are cryin' out behind us, strikin' fear into the night. Their words are like cattle prods at our ankles, whipping the crowd into shape. It's like they want us to be scared. Terrorists?, I think, feeling lost, Us? "We're under attack!"

"Get home!" Another shouts. "It's not safe!"

"Don't worry, we're gonna find these people!"

"Get home!"

No, I desperately think, seeing the scared faces that pass us, That ain't us. This is a misunderstandin'. Terrorists are them people from the news channels who hate America, who wanna kill innocent people, who are evil. That ain't us. We want to go home more than we want to shed more blood. These people ain't done nothin' to us. If they want a terrorist, all they gotta do is look at their leader.

We wouldn't have attacked the blocks if it weren't for the fact that we were bein' kept prisoner there. In fact, none of this would be happenin' if it weren't for the Governor. That faceless monster we're all runnin' from right now; it's him.

I can still feel his touch on me.

Like the remnants of a bad rash.

"It's alright," Rick's pantin' hotly into my ear, as the flow of the crowd takes us past an idling truck. "Just hold on t'me."

The smell of burning gas curls around me. From up in the truck bed, one of the guards surveys the heads of everybody rushing by below, his cool gaze lingering on us for a moment longer than is comfortable. Does he recognise us? Does he know we're the terrorists?

"We gotta get off the streets, Rick," Maggie hisses under all the noise, eyeing the guard back. "Now."

Looking around frantically for a way out, Rick agrees, "I'm tryin'."

I watch as another wave of people stumble forward, the guard's face disappearing into the crowd. I don't think he realized.

Rick nods to a nearby break in the chaos, holding tightly onto me and stepping over the street curb, narrowly avoiding two parked trucks as he slips in between them and peels off from the crowd. We're headed for the closest and darkest alleyway. Wait. No. No, my Dad is still out here. My Uncle Merle, too. Why are we goin' this way? We ain't gonna find 'em over here, in this lightless armpit of town.

"What are ya doin'?" I exclaim to Rick, pawin' at his shoulders in protest. "Rick, what are you—?"

"Shhh. Sh, sh," He soothes dismissively, jogging around a big dumpster. "Shhh."

"No. My Dad, Rick. He—"

"In here."

Stepping up to an old red door left slightly ajar, Rick scares off the little bugs hovering over the lantern on the wall by pushing it open. They all fly off into the night in a panic as we step inside what could be somebody's house, but the lights inside are all off.

A narrow, dusty hallway presents itself to us in the dim moonlight.

"Come on," Rick beckons everyone, hurrying onwards while the screaming continues mutedly from outside.

I hear the door click softly as Oscar closes us all in.

"No," I complain anxiously, nails digging into Rick's shirt. Not another locked door. I don't wanna be trapped again. "Wait."

Are we gonna be able to get back out again?

Are we ever gonna leave?

How we gonna find my Dad and my Uncle Merle from in here? How we gonna find 'em if we don't even know where they are?

Spilling into the lounge room, Rick takes quick cover under the windowsill just as a head light beam slowly swipes across the room. He holds me to his chest, my head tucked under his chin. They're sparin' no amount of guards to look for us. They won't find us. They can't. Maggie and Glenn duck behind the sofa together, Oscar squeezing in beside the tiny armchair. I hear thick tyres droning by. Quiet, quiet, then really loud. Rick's fingers tighten around me. His laboured breaths fan across my nape, his heartbeat thumping into my back. 

"Dad," I whimper as the sound of the trucks starts to feather out. "I need him. I need my Dad—"

"Shhh," Rick shushes me, his hand coming up to cover my mouth. No. I smack it away.

The others send us worried looks.

A second truck drives past. The light reaches over us like a threatening hand, illuminating the very ends of my hair. The tighter Rick holds me, the faster my heart races, the more I feel like one of those little bugs, trapped in a straight jacket made of webs.

"Stop it," I scold him, wriggling and hitting his hand away for a second time. Don't touch me. "Stop it."

Bad rash.

"Shhh, Harley," He anxiously shushes me, holding me down so I can't break free. "We have to be quiet."

"S-Stop it."

My voice goes muffled as he muscles my efforts away and covers my mouth with his hand, his arms like a boa constrictor around me.

No. Why won't he listen? Rick always listens.

"We have to be quiet, honey," He whispers apologetically.

When the second truck drives away and leaves us in darkness once more, I hinge open my mouth and sink my teeth into his palm. With a guttural yelp in my ear, he pulls away almost instantly and I'm free, shooting up from his lap and running past the sofa.

Maggie gasps my name softly. Her fingers graze my shirt. I'm runnin' for the locked door. I gotta get out.

"Harley!" Rick hisses, standing from his hiding spot.

Just as my fingertips touch the golden doorknob, Rick's hand is wrapping around it instead.

I scream out in anger, jumping at him as he puts his body between me and the door. I gotta get out. Why is he stopping me?

"Harley, listen to me," He levels with me in his firm, patient voice. He holds his ground as I try to claw my way around him, and when that doesn't work, I ball up my fists and hit him in the stomach, because I gotta get out and he's in my way. "Stop. Hey. Hey."

"Let me out," I snarl at him. He's not listenin'. Nobody is listenin'. "Let me out!"

Locked door.

Bad rash.

I need my Dad.

I need to get out!

Nudging me back with his hand, Rick crouches down in front of me just like he did on that first day back at the quarry.

"Hey," He says gently, catching me again when I try to fight my way past him. My elbows jab into his back, my fingers claw his shirt, my knees knock into his. I gotta get out, out, out. That door might never open again. We're trapped. "Hey. Hey, it's okay."

Another wordless scream of anger ripped from my throat, I shove at his face, my nails catching his stubble.

"God damn it," He winces, realizing I've hurt him. Whispering harshly, he scolds me, "Harley."

"The door! Let me out!"

"You're feelin' a lotta big feelings right now," He explains to me, frustrated yet relentlessly patient. Always relentlessly patient. Big feelings? What's he talkin' about? We ain't got time for big feelings. I just want him to get outta my way. Why won't he just get outta my way? "You're angry. Okay? You're sad. I can see that very clearly, and I'm very sorry for it, honey. Tonight's been rough, I know."

My patience is wearin' thin. I don't wanna talk about tonight. Not now. Not ever. "Move! Move, Rick!"

"I'm sorry I had to hold you down before," He adds tenderly, despite his constant efforts of pushing me back from the door. "We were stuck between a rock and a hard place. But you need to listen to what I'm sayin', and you need to listen now."

"Outta my way." The stupid man won't move no matter how much I fight him, the infuriating, immovable object to my unstoppable force, like usual. With one, big, petty shove to his shoulder, I step back from him and my eyes are immediately drawn to the nasty, pink scratch marks on his cheek. I brush off the guilt quicker than it can surface. Balling up my fists at my sides, I warn him, "You best move."

My feelings don't matter right now, even if they are big.

"I can't. I wish I could, but I can't," He continues calmly, his voice a whisper, "Because there are a Hell of a lotta people out there who want nothin' more than to march us right back down to those cell blocks, okay? We don't want that. I don't want that."

I don't want that, neither, I think incredulously as I keep my scathing glare trained on him.

"So, we have to be quiet," He reminds me. "Quiet as a little mouse. Can you do that—?"

"I ain't no mouse," I counter sharply, "And I want my Dad."

"We can't help anybody if we don't keep ourselves safe firs—"

"I want my Dad!" I shout with a stomp of my foot, lunging for the doorknob again. "Move!"

He catches me again, because of course he does. He doesn't get it. Why doesn't he get it?

"We can't leave 'em!"

"That's not your mouse voice," He discourages me. "We need to use our mouse voi—"

"I want," I snarl brattishly, screaming on the top of my lungs purely outta spite and desperation, "My Dad!"

"Stop shoutin'—"

"Move!"

"Harley, listen to me—"

"Move!"

Then, as if I've done it with my mind, the door opens behind Rick. I gasp at the sight of the dark alleyway on the other side of the wall. The smell of thick, fresh air hits my nostrils, fills my lungs. Finally. We can leave. We ain't trapped.

"There," Oscar says with finality, his hand on the knob. "Take a look. It ain't locked."

"Move," I breathlessly mutter, before I'm trying to lunge over Rick's shoulder. "Move! We gotta go!"

"No, Oscar, close it!" Rick scolds him harshly and reaches for the doorknob. "Close it!"

"Somebody's gonna hear this, man! We gotta do somethin'!"

It softly shuts.

"You think I don't realize that?"

A scream from my mouth. "No! Open it!"

"Okay? Just let me think of somethin'!'

"Rick," Glenn quietly warns him from a few feet down the corridor where he and Maggie are gathered, nervously watching this all play out. He sends him a meaningful look as he clings to Maggie, shaking his head. "I tried this before. It's not gonna work."

"Somethin' is really wrong," She agrees, her eyes fixed on me. "This ain't her."

"I know," Rick mutters in resignation. "I know."

"Let's just figure out what we're gonna do about getting outta here," Glenn suggests. "She'll get tired eventually."

Rick and I begin our violent back and forth once more. He half-heartedly side steps my every move while he talks things out with the other adults over my head. It's almost like a game. A game where I take a step around Rick and he sticks his leg out to stop me, and I shoot my hand out around his opposite side before he wrestles me back from the door and we repeat it all again. I ain't even sure I'm tryin' my best. My punches ain't landin'. My complaints are fallin' on deaf ears. I can't even form anythin' other than a few pained grunts.

Maggie's right. Somethin' is really wrong. Somethin' both vague and obvious. I hardly even got the words for it, but this feelin' inside my body sure as Hell ain't waitin' around for my permission to do what it wants with me. It don't need a name to puppet me.

It's tellin' me that if I don't claw my way outta this house right here and now, I'm gonna die. It's life and death. The walls are made of concrete and I'm trapped and if I don't get out while I can, I'm gonna die. Dad and Merle and everyone I love will die.

"That woman that was with us," Oscar begins, "I saw her ditch us outside the blocks."

"We can't go lookin' for her," Rick says coldly, his hands vices around my wrists. "She's on her own. We focus on ourselves."

"We need to get Harley and Glenn out," Maggie says. "And fast."

"This was Merle." Glenn tells them. It sounds like an accusation thrown across a courtroom, his name spat distastefully. He glances between their confused, angry expressions before he finds the words to continue. "It's true. Merle. He's alive. He survived Atlanta by the skin of his teeth and fell in with these people. We ran into him at the strip mall and he and some others took us in at gunpoint."

"He's here?" Rick asks, sneaking a quick glance down at me as he pieces together what this means for us.

"Face to face," Glenn nods. "He kicked Mouse, scared him off. Drove us here. He threw a walker at me."

Don't list his crimes, I think, I don't wanna hear 'em. I've taught myself not to listen when somebody's tellin' me about whatever horrible thing Merle did to them, or to their sister, or to their brother, or to the tyres on their car. I don't wanna know what I'm defending when I tell 'em to fuck off and mind their own business. That's between Merle and whoever he pissed off. I don't gotta know.

I don't wanna think about how Merle kicked Mouse and shot the tarmac around his paws. I don't wanna think about the sound of his laugh as Glenn cried out in pain. I don't wanna think about how he brought us here when he knew Dad would be tortured.

"He wouldn't hurt Daryl?" Maggie insists, her uncertainty betraying her. Somehow, no matter how much of a dick my Uncle is, and even if he's only known from anecdotes around the fire, he'll always be known for protecting his family. "His own niece?"

"He gave Daryl some leeway," He says. "He stood up for him. Harley was staying in his apartment in the beginning, before things got... complicated. But clearly, his hospitality doesn't extend to old friends. He'd kill us if he could."

"So— Merle," Rick drawls, tilting his head with a squint, "Is he this—? This 'Governor'?"

"No," Glenn shakes his head. "He's his own piece of work. Merle's his lieutenant or something."

"What do they want?"

"Revenge, I guess. We killed one of their men in self-defence, but also... They wanted to know where our group is," He hesitantly admits, and I'm sure they're all thinking the same question. There's no point in sugar-coating it. "They know, Rick. I'm sorry."

"Don't. No need to apologise," Rick reassures him. "It's not your fault."

"Daryl says the Governor had a gun to Harley's head—," He starts. "He had to, or else—"

"It's alright," Rick doubles down. "You held out as best you could. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Oscar changes the subject. "You said they took Daryl away somewhere? They spare any details?"

"N—No," Glenn shakes his head. "Just that they were gonna make him fight Merle."

"Shit." He lets out an exhale. "We really walked into crazy-town, didn't we?"

"People are panicked right now. They won't be doing it tonight," Rick thinks aloud. "They'll be holding them somewhere."

Maggie suggests, "Back in the blocks?"

"Wherever they are, we can't have you and Harley with us," He explains, looking at Glenn. "And we can't come back tomorrow, so we're doin' this thing tonight. Right here, right now. We gotta split up. Me, Oscar, and Maggie can escort y'all to the walls and then you can make a run for it with Harley. We got a car a few miles out, sittin' on Eighty-two. Wait for us as long as you can."

"Alright," Glenn confidently agrees as Rick digs into his pocket and hands him the car keys and a pistol.

Gesturing down at me, Maggie asks, "And Harley?"

"I-I can't carry her." Glenn shifts his weight off his bloodied leg as he pockets them. "I can't. Not like this."

"I can take her?" She suggests.

"No." Rick insists, "Maggie, we need your firepower back here. Glenn's in no state to fight and it's too risky with just me and Oscar."

As if to tell us to hurry it up, the sound of another truck approaching kicks us into gear.

"That's the plan," Rick decides. He picks me up and holds me to his chest once more, his grip on me even more impossible to wriggle out of than it was before. With his other hand, he unholsters his revolver and opens the door. "Come on. Let's move."

Without a word, we scurry down the opposite end of the alleyway than where we came in and make our way down the quieter street on the other side. The lonesome streetlamps guide our way toward the perimeter walls, like a long, dotted line on a map. It's not long before we're stepping out from the yellowed light of the last bulb and into the shadows cast by the wall. From somewhere far away, an angry dog barks into the night as Rick gently places me back down on the ground. The grass grows tall here, the long blades tickling my knees.

"We'll see you later," Rick whispers urgently to me and Glenn. "Stay safe."

Oscar grabs at one of the wooden planks nailed to the wall, prying it back as quickly as he can.

"You too," Glenn utters, before he turns to give Maggie a kiss, their gazes lingering after he pulls away. "Be safe."

Oscar gives one final grunt of effort. The plank falls silently into the grass, revealing a tall, thin gap we can squeeze through. The wilderness stares back at me like a serpentine pupil, the wind blowing through it with a low, unnerving whistle.

Is this what it was like when Rick left Merle in Atlanta? Is this the right thing to do?

Is it better to run for my life, or stay for theirs?

The choice is made for me when Glenn grabs my hand. My line of thought breaks, interrupted by a screech of tyres against tarmac. When I whip my head around, I'm left almost blinded by the pair of swooping head lights coming at us from the end of the street.

Somebody cusses under their breath. I think that was Maggie. The wall near my face suddenly sparks like the end of a matchstick. I gasp. That was a bullet. They're shootin' at us. A guard's voice from inside the light shouts at us to stay right where we are, but we don't. We start scrambling to get through to the other side of the wall. Oscar's kicking at it to widen it and I'm being shoved through by Glenn, and my shirt and my pants and my skin all catch painfully on the jagged metal teeth as I suck in my belly and wriggle as much I can.

Returning gunfire pierces my ears. Maggie and Rick, probably. I hear 'em shoutin' things.

Glenn shoves me. My shirt rips. I fall forward into the grass, catching myself on my palms. Ow. The sharp twigs that dig into my skin are the familiar sting of a game of tag in the forest behind my house during the Summer. I brush them off. I look up.

Glenn is squeezing himself through the gap, his sweat-slicked wince of pain gleaming in the moonlight.

"We got this, man, c'mon," Oscar stubbornly grunts, trying to pull the wall back with just his bare hands.

"Glenn!" I cry out. The sound of rain hitting a tin roof fills my ears — It's bullets, hitting the wall. I'm on my feet. I'm grabbing handfuls of Glenn's shirt and pulling on him as hard as I can. He's almost through. I think his leg is caught. "Glenn, c-c'mon!"

It's morbidly beautiful, the way the sparks light up the night sky like golden fireworks behind his back.

They're the last thing I see before he's falling onto his side in the grass next to me. Above us, Oscar pulls a face like he's seen a ghost. A long moment passes before blood spurts over his bottom lip — Oh, no — and he slumps forward onto his knees.

He disappears on the other side of the wall, replaced by a tall, swirling cloud of smoke and fog. Is he—?

"Oscar—?" I call out, even though his intestines are skewered onto the wall where my shirt ripped. "Oscar?"

"Oh, my G—! Harley," Glenn's grabbing my hand again. "Harley, we have to go!"

He just died. "Oscar?"

"We have to go!"

I'm being pulled to my feet. Oscar just died. I'm running. Twigs are snapping under my shoes.

We made it out.

When I look back over my shoulder at the sparks of colors in the sky, it's the prettiest death has ever looked.

She'll get tired eventually.

That don't even begin to cover it.

My heavy eyelids droop lower as the powder-pink color in the sky creeps higher, signifying the end of a long, long night. The sun will make itself known any minute now and it will have been a whole six or so hours since Oscar got shot to pieces in front of us and we left half of our family in Woodbury. I just put one foot in front of the other, knowin' it's all I can do. We just gotta get to that car.

I hope it's got air-con.

End Notes.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! 😅 Intense, as usual. We hate happiness here!

Harley's freak-out might just seem like a temper tantrum to some people, but I tried to make it clear that it was basically just a giant, emotional, trauma-induced panic attack. You know when you're panicking, and you only have one goal in mind and you don't care about consequences? Yeah.

At least Glenn and Harley made it out! They get to enjoy some peace and quiet (and air-con).

Appreciate you! See you in the next chapter 😊

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tribe'

When not turning his home into a giant light hazard for Jesus's Birthday or getting into yelling fights in the alley with Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor who is a DIE HARD 'Bama fan) about SEC football, Doug's been randomly texting me things about the Jedi.

I'll update y'all on that soon enough. (Plo Koon = Sexy Shrimp Daddy?!)

Meanwhile, here is his review of his favorite episode of Season 2 of The Bad Batch...TRIBE, or as Doug calls it 'Chewbacca Junior and the Weed Business'.

Yes, a random fetch quest one in which Clone Force 99 helps out a random Wookiee kid. His favorite. Don't ask.

Need a Doug refresher? Check it out under Doug Talks Star Wars here.

TW: Doug Doug's as is his Doug-like wont. Hold onto your butts. A little calmer since Daddy Warcrimes is MIA in this one.

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So we got Daddy Rambo and the gang making counterfeit licenses for underage drinkers or whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess, and Daddy Rambo will do a lot of things, but obtaining gainful employment ain’t one of them. 

Ryan-from-Accounting is smug as hell about his counterfeiting operation. You’re so smart, Ryan-from-Accounting, why don’t you go to law school and start practicing corporate licensing? At least you can get equity there, ya dingaling.

And Little Orphan Blondie runs away because she’s embarrassed to be seen around them. I get it, kid.

Woah, it’s Chewbacca Junior! Are the lizard and robot people trying to sell him to the circus or something? Oh, he’s a Jedi?! When did this happen, this is awesome! I loved Chewbacca! I love Wookiees! AWESOME!!!

And Little Orphan Blondie is protecting him, go Little Orphan Blondie, go! 

I hope they adopt Chewbacca Junior and get him a collar and a nice bed on the floor of the HMS Search Warrant. They need a pet. Little Orphan Blondie can brush him and put bows in his hair! Do you think he uses a litter box?

They’re taking him home, and look! Little Orphan Blondie is giving him her Lunchables. I’m proud of the Dad Batch, they’re teaching Little Orphan Blondie good morals. Oh, poor wee Chewbacca Junior, he has no family and when he talks it sounds like Jimmers when he’s treed a squirrel*.

But Ryan-from-Accounting can understand him! Ya know, I wonder if his helmet can translate Bitch and that’s how Ryan-from-Accounting talks to his Bitch Wife Laura. 

It would be awesome if they adopt Chewbacca Junior and he attacks people with his lightsaber. He’s like a pet version of an MR-15! Imagine the DAMAGE his furry ass would do on the battlefield! 

Ooh, they made it to Wookieeland! Ya know, it always reminded me of where Jenny and I used to camp in northern California. I wonder if there’s a brewery nearby? I bet Toaster Strudel needs to throw back, that man needs a beer and a restraining order from Daddy Rambo. 

Oh SHIT, looks like the bugs from Klendathu made their way down to Wookieeland. Somebody call the Starship Troopers! Oh, wait, they can talk to those things like Dougie Houser did? Woah. Neat. 

Looks like the Empire found the Wookiee weed farm and torched it. Poor Wookiees, they’re just trying to make an honest living growing herb. Leave ‘em alone!

Which planet makes meth, my money’s on Tatooine, it looks like New Mexico and that place is meth Disneyland, there was a whole TV show about it. 

(Above is...Tatooine?! - Dr Meat Muffin)

Oh man it’s Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s shitty brothers and they’re burning the whole weed operation to the ground. Guess they work for the DEA.

Kick their asses, Wookiees! Now they want Chewbacca Junior, but the Dad Batch is saying FUCK YOU! 

Go Dad Batch go! Fire ‘em up! Destroy the tanks! GO JULIO GO! It’s like Apocalypse Now with Bigfoot!

More Wookiees! And they’re riding giant monkey-cats! AWESOME. Man, I feel stoned just watching this episode. Why can't I stop giggling.

Granny Wookiee says come on in and have some weed! Oh, shit, are they doing ayahuasca? Toaster Strudel ain’t having it, but Julio’s down. Julio’s down for anything, he’s probably gonna stick around, use his pipe laying skills, and get some free ganga out of the deal. Man, we all need a Julio in our life. Love him. 

Oh, poor Chewbacca Junior can’t find a home. Come on, Granny Wookiee, just let him crash with you guys! He can clip weed on the side, he’s got that lightsaber, let ‘em have it. But first, let’s talk to the trees! Did they take mushrooms before this scene, Jesus Christ this really does take place in Humboldt County, doesn’t it.

Ah, nevermind, the gators that run the DEA are here. With Stormtroopers. Oh shit, are the gators wearing Wookiee pelts while fighting Wookiees? That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit right there.

Welp, time for fire fights, Smokey the Bear does not approve of this episode, especially as one of the lizard men chases Chewbacca Junior and Little Orphan Blondie into the woods with a flamethrower. 

Oh shit, there are the bugs! Shit, am I actually cheering on the bugs from Starship Troopers? What is going on here, I’m so confused. Whelp, they’re eating Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s brother, good for them.

Back to Granny Wookiee’s Pot Palace, where Toaster Strudel and Julio throw back her questionable moonshine and smile at each other. If they end up with Wookiee girlfriends, it will be weird, but I will be happy for them. 

And Little Orphan Blondie and Chewbacca Junior are talking to the trees, again. Just watching this episode makes me wanna go back to Electric Forest. Except I don’t think Oceana County has wookiees, but it does have crazy people in the woods I guess. 

*=Jimmers is Doug’s extremely handsome poodle mix dog. His full name is Jimmers Jimothy Jimerson III and they found him as a stray when he was eating trash behind a bowling alley in Nacogdoches. 

Where my Doug fans at? @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @merkitty49 @sued134 are the biggest, but let me know if ya wanna be tagged in the next installment!

[fruitcoops]

So I was just watching Matty Healy’s “celebrity school run” interview from BCC Radio One, and my mind jumped right to imagining Sirius with a couple awestruck hockey kids in the back of his truck, navigating questions as he drives them around (maybe to hockey practice instead of school??)! Congrats on finishing finals!! <3

Fic O'Ween Day 9: Sugar Rush! Cap credit to @lumosinlove and fest credit to @noots-fic-fests <3 Cutie patootie start to the weekend!

“Ask him!”

“I don’t wanna ask. You do it.”

“Everything alright back there?”

A small boy in a blue shirt dropped an elbow into the side of his, equally small yet significantly blonder, companion. “How does the internet work?” the blond boy blurted.

In the front seat, Sirius Black frowned at the road. “Quoi?”

“I told you it was a dumb question!” a redheaded little girl whispered across the seat.

“The internet,” the blond boy repeated, twisting the pocket of his cargo shorts into a nub in his fist. “How’s it work?”

“Uh…”

“My mom said the government tells you on your first adult birthday,” the dark-haired boy informed him as he leaned forward onto the console. “So you’ve gotta know, ‘cause you’re totally an adult.”

“Your mother is right, Ethan,” Sirius agreed. His eyes darted to the small camera stuck on the car’s dashboard. “That’s—yes, you’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen to find out. I can’t tell you. It would be illegal.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “But you’re Canadian, so American laws don’t apply to you.”

“It’s international.” Suburban homes rolled past outside, surrounded by fresh spring foliage. “The UN decided on that rule.”

“Aw, man.”

“Are you really getting married?” the redheaded girl piped up.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Summer.”

“But when?”

“Summer,” Sirius repeated with a laugh.

“What day?” She poked her head between the front seats as well, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “Can we come?”

“Definitely not. Both of you, sit back, you’re going to get hurt.” Sirius glanced into the rearview mirror as he turned onto another narrow street. “Look at Jacob. He’s doing it right.”

Jacob preened, shooting each of his companions a Cheshire grin. “Lydia said you’re getting married to your boyfriend. Is that true?”

“Fiance, but yes.” Sirius reached back to shoo Lydia and Ethan back into their seats, one hand on the wheel. “Why do you know so much about my wedding? Aren’t you supposed to ask me hockey questions?”

“We have time. School doesn’t start for an hour.” Lydia folded her hands in her lap and squinted to look out at the road. “Also, my sister plays hockey and she was telling me that her team was telling her that you're gonna be the first married hockey player ever.”

“That’s…that’s not true.”

“Of course it is.”

“There are so many married hockey players!” Sirius laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Jacob challenged. “Who?”

“James Potter, Pascal Dumais, Sergei Ivanov, Adam Fox, Mika Zibanejad, Brad Marchand—I think most NHL players are married, actually.”

“Is the Earth actually round, or is the government lying?” Ethan asked, picking at the back of Sirius’ seat.

Sirius pressed his lips together for a moment. “Ah,” he began, coughing through a laugh. “Nope, it’s definitely round. People have known that for a long time.”

“My uncle says the government lies a lot.”

“Well, my uncle works for the government,” Jacob scoffed.

“Well—”

“Why is the Earth round?” Lydia butted in. “I think you’re lying. If it was round, everything in Australia would be upside down.”

“Oh god,” Sirius muttered. “Okay, new rule: no flat Earth discussions in the car.”

“Cause you’re lying?”

“Cause Galileo is spinning in his grave.”

“Isn’t that the bird from the movie with the girl and the volcano and the lizard and Russell Crowe and that one lady?”

Jacob gasped and turned to her. “My mom loves Russell Crowe! Y’know, Mr. Sirius Black, you kinda look like Russell Crowe.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He kinda does,” Ethan admitted.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh—”

“Okay,” Sirius announced as he paused at a stoplight with a thousand-yard stare. “We’re not doing any ‘nuh-uh’s until you are safely at school. Do you act like this when your parents are driving?”

All three children stared at him from the backseat. For a singular second, their fidgeting paused. “Like what?” Lydia asked, clearly bewildered. “The lady with the camera told us to ask you questions.”

Sirius seemed to process that for a beat. His fingertips drummed on the steering wheel while they waited for the light to change. “I’m starting to realize I don’t spend enough time with kids to know how you’re supposed to act.”

“Isn’t your brother a million years younger than you?”

“Six years.”

Lydia gave him a skeptical look over her glasses. “I’m only eight, so that’s basically forever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How come clouds have different shapes?” Ethan asked. “Is it because birds fly through them and turn them all thin after they’re fluffy?”

“No, the wind does that.”

“Why?”

“It’s the wind, it doesn’t have reasons.”

“How do you know.”

“Because I’m an adult. Hey, look, a pigeon.”

All three children lunged toward the window, straining at their seatbelts and booster seats. Sirius glanced at the dashcam with a small, pleased smile and made a smooth left turn onto Main Street. “Where is it?” Jacob asked eagerly. “Was it big? What color was it? I don’t see it.”

“Oh, I think it was in the parking lot back there,” Sirius said casually. “Keep an eye out, see if there are more.”

“I’m never allowed to ask adults this many questions,” Lydia gushed, swinging her feet above the floor of the car. “Do you pay taxes?”

“Yes.”

“How do they work?”

“Good question. I have no idea.”

Ethan, apparently tired of pigeon-spotting, sat up straight and began peeling a sticker off the side of his booster. “Do you speak French?”

“Ouais.”

“Can you say something in French?”

“Ouais,” Sirius repeated with a grin.

“Please?”

“I just did.”

“Way,” Ethan mimicked. “Ha! That sounds like a duck. Wah-wah-wah-wah—”

“Yellow punch buggy.”

A flurry of movement and stifled ‘ow’s followed on swift wings; Sirius winced, but didn’t seem particularly regretful. “So,” he tried again. “What do you guys like to do at school?”

“Have lunch.”

“Read.”

“Recess.”

He nodded with a light laugh. “You know what, that’s fair.”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Did you like school?”

“I loved school.”

“What was your favorite subject?”

“Math.” A simultaneous false gag from three different mouths made him jump slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Jesus—”

“I hate math,” Lydia declared. “We started multiplication and it makes my head hurt.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

Ethan’s nose wrinkled. “I like math, but it’s definitely not my favorite. Hey, do you have tattoos?”

“No.”

“Can we see them?”

Sirius’ brow knit. “I just told you I don’t have any.”

“You’re a hockey player, you gotta have tattoos. Thomas Walker has them, Cole Reyes has them, James Potter has them…”

“James doesn’t have tattoos,” Sirius snorted. “Where are you getting your information?”

“My brother. He knows everything.”

“How old is he?”

“Eleven.”

Sirius nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “A wise age.”

“How many teeth are you missing?”

“None, dude,” Jacob interrupted. “Didn’t you see earlier? He has perfect teeth. Hey, Mr. Sirius Black, did you have braces?”

“No.”

“Your teeth just grew like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“I just lost a tooth last week.”

Sirius stopped at the corner, looking over his shoulder at them. “Oh, really? Your first?”

“Nah, my fifth,” Jacob answered, as jaded as a third-grader could get. “It’s boring now. I got a quarter for it, though. My sister wanted to tie it to a doorknob, but my dad didn’t let her.”

Lydia nodded solemnly. “My cousin lost her first tooth when a piñata hit her.”

“I lost mine while I was eating a tuna sandwich,” Ethan added. “Then it was a blood sandwich. It was crazy.”

“Gross,” Lydia said with great approval.

Apparently satisfied with the direction the conversation had gone, the car remained near-silent for almost fifteen seconds. They headed past several gas stations (and their pigeon-filled parking lots) before stopping once again at a red light.

Ethan let out a loud gasp. “Tim Hortons!”

Sirius turned as if on instinct, craning his neck, before he seemed to realize the danger of the situation. Lydia slapped at the back of the driver’s seat with an excited hand, bouncing in her booster. “We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.”

To his credit, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. “Absolutely not.”

To his demise, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. They fell on him like miniature wolves to a downed caribou.

“Please,” Ethan begged. “Please, please, their hot cocoa is so good, you don’t understand.”

“I’m Canadian, I understand better than you do.”

“Then we have to go!”

“There is no world where I get three kids on a Tim Horton’s sugar rush before school.” He shook his head and began turning off Main Street. “Not in this lifetime. Your teachers would hunt me for sport.”

“You’re Canadian! You’re—you’re Queb—” Ethan made a frustrated noise and turned to Jacob. “What’s the word for Quebec people?”

“…Canadians…?”

“Quebecois,” Sirius informed him. His eyes widened slightly. “Wow, is that the first question you’ve asked that I can actually answer?”

“You’re Quebecois,” Ethan continued, stumbling over each syllable. He made it there in the end, but not before everyone else in the car made a pained face. “That means you have to take us to Tim Horton’s.”

“No.”

Lydia’s eyes were fever-bright in the backseat, as if she had knocked back a handful of jellybeans and Red Bull. “Timmy’s, Timmy’s, Timmy’s…”

“Please, no.”

Jacob and Ethan brightened immediately, because of course they did. Sirius watched the road in mournful disbelief, like he was driving into his personal hell with no exit ramp in sight. “TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

“I’ve never having children.”

“TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

The shouting came to an abrupt halt. Sirius parked the car under the shade of a large oak tree and waited for several seconds, until all three kids started to exchange wary looks. The silence dragged on. Polyester and cotton rustled.

Sirius rested his elbow on the console and turned to the backseat, one eyebrow raised. “Are we done?”

“Are you gonna turn this car around?” Jacob whispered in quiet horror.

“Non. I have a deal for you, though.” Instant curiosity overcame their concern. Sirius held three fingers up. “One: don’t kick the back of my seat. Two: don’t yell in my car, it’s very distracting. Three: Count five pigeons by the time we get to school. I will ask your parents if I can bring you Timbits—”

Gasps of delight filled the car.

“—if you promise to do all three of those things.”

Jacob tucked his hands under his legs, all but vibrating with anticipation. “Can you get cinnamon ones?”

“Can you find five pigeons?”

“Of course I can,” he whispered.

Sirius nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Do you make a million bajillion dollars?” Lydia asked.

“Non. But I do have money for Timbits for nice kids who ask cool questions.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open. “We’re nice kids who ask cool questions!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius gave a teasing hum. “I don’t know. Think you can prove it in the next five minutes?”

“What kind of dog do you have?” Lydia asked without hesitation.

“Oh, that is a good question.” The car rumbled to life, and they pulled onto the road without issue. “I don’t know. She’s black, and she has pointy ears.”

“How long do you want to play hockey?”

“Oof. A while. Maybe ten more years? We’ll see.”

Ethan finished peeling the sticker off his booster seat and reached over Lydia to stick it on Jacob’s. “Is being an adult fun?”

“Yes.”

“Is it hard?”

“Yes.”

“If you could get in a time machine and be eight again, would you do it?”

“No.”

Jacob frowned. “How come?”

“Because I like being able to make my own dinner, I would miss my friends, and I wouldn’t be able to get Tim Horton’s whenever I want to.”

Lydia started to kick the back of his seat in boredom, but quickly tucked her foot behind her other leg. “If you were eight and went to our school, do you think we would be friends?”

Sirius smiled, moving slowly past a wire fence. “Sure.”

“Can you say more French stuff?”

“Comme quoi?”

“Um—can you say ‘hello’?”

“Bonjour.”

Jacob chewed on his lower lip. “Can you say…this school is super cool?”

“Cette école est très cool.”

“Is ‘cool’ the same in both?”

“Ouais.”

“Okay, stop, stop, you gotta do English now,” Ethan said hurriedly, waving his hands. “I don’t speak French.”

“That’s okay, you can learn,” Sirius laughed. They rolled to a stop in a mostly-empty section of the parking lot; he waved to someone outside, and the children quickly followed suit. He propped his arm on the console again and raised his eyebrows. “I think your parents are ready to have you back. Any last questions?”

“Do you like books?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What kind of Timbits do you like?’

“Have you been playing hockey since before we were born?”

“How does electricity work?”

“Do you kiss your boyfriend? Oh, yeah, how do cars work?”

“How come the sky changes colors but the ocean doesn’t?”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, blue, all of them, yes, I think it’s something with electrons and metal? Yes, engines and combustion, and because the sky and the ocean are made of different things.”

“Okay,” Jacob said with a decisive nod. “Cool! Thanks!”

“Thank you, this was lots of fun.” Sirius unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car, then came around and opened the backseat door for them. They spilled out in a pile, each meeting his gentle fist-bump with incredible enthusiasm that only grew when he feigned injury at the strength of their hands. Their booster seats came free with little finagling. “Alright, go see your parents. I can carry these.”

“Wait!” Lydia yelped, turning on her heel halfway through a step. “What about the Timbits?”

“Nobody kicked my seat or yelled,” Sirius mused, gathering the boosters in his arms. “Pigeons?”

“Two on the sidewalk, one in the parking lot, and two at the Gas ‘n Sip,” Jacob announced.

“Then they’ll be here when you get out of school,” he promised. They shook on it, tiny hands dwarfed by his palm, before they were off at a sprint once more. “Be safe! Don’t trip on the concrete!”

[saccharinescorpion]

oh christ i typed up way too many thoughts about the Teal Mask story

spoilers of course

TO BEGIN WITH literally everything here has a big ol’ asterisk with “subject to change” attached to it, i was surprised at how much of a “to be continued” ending the main story had and i’m trying not to get my hopes too high for Indigo Disk, but wowzers

Carmine’s line about tourism… i have a lot of feelings, but the one looming over my head like a fucking sword of Damocles is “did the writers not intend this to have as much weight as i am ascribing to it lmao” because it’s only the one line and GOD i don’t want to be the “reading too much into stories for babies” person all the time but!! But!!!!

(recalls the scene where Nemona talks to you about feeling isolated because of her talent and recalls my feeling of “why was this only in one scene where she flatout looks at the camera and says this”)

well even if it’s not supposed to be “that” important-

1) sure makes the TCG Tournament in Hawaii feel even more bitterly ironic lmao (obligatory yes i know the game writers are not responsible for most stuff that happens in the wider franchise i’m just SAYING it’s ironic)

2) GOSH it sure does make those ugly jokes people kept making about Carmine even grosser than they already were (if you don’t know what i’m talking about, Don’t Worry About It)

As someone on twitter said it feels weird to have this sort of plot point after not exploring it at all in the game with the Hawaii analogue. at the same time i do have to wonder if it was a response to working on those games and doing some thinking. Who can say

God ALL of that was for one line

KIERAN!! Okay, i know i’ve been giving Kieran a lot of shit but his plot progression is genuinely very compelling. recent games have been exploring the “rival who feels inadequate” type of character but this is the first time one has gone off the deep end like this, and i really hope they push it into interesting places

Cutesy shy “oh gosh oh wowzers” pre-development Kieran… in the end i did feel a bit charmed by how sincere he is for the record!

but also i’m genuinely so glad he ended up having Inner Darkness lol

Sorry Kieran i just don’t like it when it feels like the writer is trying way too hard to make me say “i want to protect you”

By extension sorry Wally lmao because he really was the ancestor of this type in the Pokemon franchise

I tried not to take the fact that i really didn’t want the damn Ogerpon too personally lol, this is one of those moments where i really had to force myself to step back and remember that these games are not for me, they are for tiny children who often really do buy into the Gotta Catch Em All thing and probably felt some genuine inner turmoil at this

But god like, please. I have my giant puppy lizard who makes vroom vroom noises. Ogerpon you are so cute but we can never have the bond i have with my bike

Kieran falling to his knees after the last battle genuinely got me, so did him punching the shrine even with the dumb “owie ><” gag afterwards

OKAY talking about the battles damn Kieran and Carmine were tough opponents i had to try Kieran’s last fight like three times (admittedly because i was using my weaker Kitakami team but STILL)

Kieran feeling bad for the ogre was projecting “THIS CHARACTER FEELS LIKE AN OUTCAST” and i picked that up loud and clear, and that was good, but i wish they actually… made him seem like an outcast?

Don’t get me wrong, Kieran definitely has self-confidence issues, issues with talking to others, anxiety issues (possibly), and that can easily make someone feel like an outcast

But i feel like there’s a big difference between that and someone (Ogerpon and her trainer) who is actively shunned and mistreated by the people around them, and i was really hoping for that from Kieran

It’s just the Pokemon thing of finding it hard to depict people really being actively malicious (see Penny and Team Star’s bullies and their enablers all doing their thing off-screen and then leaving off-screen)

But it’s doubly weird because they didn’t have much issue with showing characters in this story being terrible (Carmine)

Carmine!!! Her terribleness was genuinely so entertaining, a lot of the time i was simultaneously laughing and thinking “oh people are going to be SO mad”

But real talk for all my love of Girls Who Suck i do actually kind of get where some people are coming from, she is genuinely very abrasive and unpleasant at times, and though i don’t agree at least i can tell where the character hate is stemming from (unlike some of the absolute batshit stuff i saw about Geeta and Nemona, don’t get me staaaarted)

And speaking of… okay i feel like i’m pushing it even talking about this but i feel it would be dishonest to pretend that i’m not thinking about it

SOOOO the “it’s not like i hit him” line… another case of “did the writers intend this to be as big as it is in my mind,” combined with uhhh writers from a different generation than me, let’s say

For now i will interpret that at face value, but like… damn, i don’t think that reads as you want it to especially in a Pokemon game

Carmine pleaseeeeeee say you’re sorry to Kieran in Indigo Disk please please please i know she apologized for leaving him in the dark but my dearest dream is for her to apologize for being so mean to him all the time. she needs to just treat him better in general. please i will forgive Kieran having to apologize for taking the mask if we can do this please

I know i know cultural differences but we already had Clavell apologize for the failures of the school system, this isn’t THAT big of  a stretch

I am genuinely curious if Indigo Disk will pull a reverse plot twist and reveal Ogerpon’s trainer to be a bad person or reveal that he was the one to attack the Loyal Three first because if not DAMN we’re just going to have some flat out evil Pokemon? that we can potentially put on a team with Ogerpon?????

Ogerpon is a silly lil girl :)

I still haven’t done Perrin’s plot lol

[mihii-i]

MWAHAHA ARE YA READY TO GET DUNKED IN SOME GLAZE??

Your most recent Arlecchino fic. We gotta talk about it. It's amazing. I shed a tear reading it, which is a fucking lie because actually it was multiple.

This excerpt right here was the culprit: "No matter what, the surging depth of Arlecchino’s bond could stun even the highest of the harbingers. As such a pure, profound budding flower of love that arose from the stems of your chests was utterly impossible in the ugly nature of this mortal realm. Yet it was quite beautiful to witness, much less ponder upon, how two people’s souls were so deeply entangled within one another to where they remained true to themselves, yet attached to the other in a way to which they became complete."

Beautiful writing. Not only does it capture the innocent grandeur of hopeful love which re-enforces the unbreakable bond between y/n and Arlecchino that you stated earlier in the fic in a "show don't tell" way, you also set up extreme emotional stakes that makes the trauma of not only reader death, but murder by arle's hand so much more impactful. This is why I love your fics. Not only do you flesh out your characters past what hoyo gives us, you flesh it out so naturally that it feels like a trait ingrained in the making of the character herself.

Also, going back to the excerpt, this gives major "This Is How You Lose the Time War" vibes. Actually the whole fic concept gives those vibes. If you haven't heard of/read the book, it's an incredible poetic sapphic time travel novella (just under 200 pages) and I highly recommend you read it. Your fic gives Lose the Time War vibes because you are incredibly good at prose involving emotions and the feeling of the settings you make. Arlecchino walking through a field of bodies. You didn't have to describe the bloodsoaked weapons on the ground as blades of dewey grass, but you did. AND IT WAS FUCKING GOOD! You didn't have to paint the picture of mangled corpses laid out neatly as an artwork painted by war, but gahdamn was it one of the most impactful lines in your fic.

That's enough about how absolutely poetic you are. Let's move on to the ABSOLUTE GENIUS FORESHADOWING AND SLOW BUILDUP YOU DO! I don't know if this is writing genius or an extremely convenient but consistent accident - and don't tell me I wanna believe you are really just that fucking good - but your setup game is SO FUCKING STRONG! The following excerpt is a perfect example of this: "Neither you, nor Arlecchino would doubt that the two of you would remain together across every universe in the endless stream of possibilities, to which a physical manifestation of your love could swim around in rather than drown in the never ending sea."

Remaining together across every universe was such a cruel piece of work, mihii-i. You knew damn well that was never gonna happen, but by your hand you wrote it, and by your hand you struck it down. Diabolical. "Our love is so strong we'll always be together and free! Yay!" AND THEN READER FUCKING DIES! >:) LET THE LOVE DROWN BITCHES! Yeah, sure they remained together, and their love was just as strong, but the way you broke the whimsy later in the fic was *chef's kiss*🤌✨️

If I wasn't writing this at 12:13 in the morning then I would go on for longer, but alas I have incomplete homework and an 8 am class, so you shall be spared.

I told you your writing made me wanna do a full-blown literary analysis. Check out the book I mentioned. It's a quick 4 hour read and I think you'll like it, considering the way you write. Hugs, kisses, and lizards to you, my wonderful tumblr poet!

🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎 <3

AUUU OH MY GOD THE GLAZE ITS TOO SWEET IM GETTINF DIABETES I’m so happy to see someone catch onto the subtle things I put in there to make it even more heart wrenching and there’s nothing more I can say than thank you for your support and I’m honored u enjoy my writing I love how u noticed that I ADORE poetic toppings when I serve my meals

ALSO YES MORE LIZARDS IM GONNA NAME ALL OF THWM

the first one is raj the second one is chai the third one is daikon radish fourth wet towel fifth apple juice box sixth toilet paper seventh chicken drumstick eighth mutton curry with extra tomatoes ninth spiderman 2.0 and the tenth one is gonna be aveeno volumizing shampoo

[litsnobconfessions]

A Year of Animation Day 20: How to Train Your Dragon

Date: January 20, 2025

Day: 20

Content Watched: How to Train Your Dragon

Year: 2005

Rating: PG

Run Time: 1 hr. 38 mins.

I know we're almost done with ATLA, but we're taking a break for... thematic reasons (we gotta let that re-cap episode shine, okay?!)

As far as movement goes, this movie kind of explodes out of the gate. The opening scene is a village full of people and dragons, and it has the same chaos a live action film would, which is not surprising, as the creators have said this is what they wanted it to look like. There are other specific scenes that show this as well, like when Stoick says of Toothless, "throw it with the others," but we cut to Hiccup being thrown into his house, or when Hiccup is asking Gobber if there are additional pamphlets on the night fury, only to have the camera pan out to reveal he's in the middle of dragon training, and a nadder could be attacking him at any minute.

This movie is also filled with great details. Hiccup is incredibly facially expressive, beat out possibly only by Toothless himself. And as the film goes on, you get great interactions between them that show how strong their friendship is, like when Astrid punches Hiccup the first time. There's this silent exchnage between the two of them that's basically: girls...

Astrid is also facially expressive. I particularly like the scene when Hiccup is showing the other teens that dragons aren't harmful, and you can tell that she is excited and interested and believes in him while the others are terrified. The end credits are fun because they are on firelit parchment (we don't see the fire, but they do flicker) and I also love Gobber's interchangable hands. That must have been a fun character design to develop, even if it would have been more difficult to have him constantly appearing with something else on the end of his arm.

But the real reason I think this animation is sophisticated? These are some of the most interesting dragons I have ever seen in literature. I love that creators decided to break away from the standard "giant lizard" and created creatures that exhibit mammalian behaviors. (To be fair, I expect that reptiles also exhibit some of these behaviors, but only people who keep lizards or snakes are going to recognize that--please comment if you can speak to this!) But Toothless constantly reminds me of every cat I have ever owned (though he also hangs upside down like a bat) and the gronkle pants and scratches like a dog.

I have this movie on DVD, and in the behind-the-scenes feature, the animators talk about how they wanted each dragon to be unique, and feel like they had unique evolutions--like real animals. This results in the cat like night fury and terrible terrors, the dog-like gronkle, the birdlike deadly nadder, and the more traditionally dragonlike nightmare. As part of the dragons' unique evolutions, they also talk about how they tried to develop a different form of fire for each dragon, which is why the gronkle has a more typical dragony fireball, the zippleback head looks like a lighter, and Toothless has a single bolt of blue flame--each a different effect. The animators also discuss how they were free to do this because the film was animated. In a live-action film, with practical fire effects, the need for safety can limit the types of fire effects available to you (this is not a bad thing--saftey is important!) But when the set is in the computer, you can do anything you want with fire, including turn the image of fire crawling up a ceiling upside down in order to create the effect of the monstrous nightmare setting itself on fire. It's clear just how much thought went into every inch of this film.

I would argue that the same level of thought and care went into the storytelling itself. I feel like each theme was thought through and multiple story elements were created to support them. The movie teaches us that being the biggest and strongest of a group isn't as important as compassion and openness to experience. Hiccup's compassion for Toothless and his openness to learning about and helping the dragon, despite what he's been taught all his life leads to a literally ride-or-die friendship. I love stories like this because they teach us the importance of letting our guard down and trying to see from someone else's perspective. Like I said when I started this project, we have enough echo-chambers in this world right now.

Hiccup's and Astrid's opennness to experience also leads to them better understanding one another and developing their romance. At the beginning, Astrid seems like a typical viking girl, who is all about killing dragons, but as we see when she yells at Hiccup in the ring, she is actually a fifteen year old who is all too aware of the conflict her village is facing. She's not in this for the glory, like some of the other teens. She is inheriting a duty to keep her people safe, and she is dedicated to that. Therefore, it's natural that she would be annoyed at Hiccup, who doesn't seem to be taking this seriously. But when she discovers that Hiccup has actually befriended a dragon--and a night fury no less--she realizes pretty quickly that fighting dragons is not the only way to keep the peace. She also quickly accepts Toothless as one of her people, and is willing to protect him when Hiccup asks.

This theme of not needing to be the biggest and beefiest even comes into play with the dragons, as Toothless is smaller than the nightmare and probably the zippleback as well. But as we see in the battle with the queen, speed and agility can be just as useful as pure size, as well as working in tandem with Hiccup and the other dragon riders. As a woman, I haven't had a lot of experience with message about needing to be a big strong manly type, so I'd be curious to hear a male perspective on how HTTYD handles this.

I also think this movie is a lesson in exposition. There is so much worldbuilding here, and since we're dropped in the middle of it, that requires a lot of exposition. Obviously, some of the exposition comes via the opening voice-over. Voice-overs don't work in all movies, but I do think it works in this one, probably because the voice-over is only at the beginning and the end, and they mirror one another. In fact, I'm rather a fan of the voiceovers because the line "This. Is Berk." feels kind of iconic of the film now. I hear it, and I know exactly what's about to happen.

But exposition is also delivered in the training sequences and other conversations, like when Gobber is telling Snotlout that when you go after a dragon, you should attack the wings and tail first. Then we have the scene in which Hiccup is flipping through the dragon manual, and Fishlegs constantly giving us information about dragon stats. There's also a lot of information which is delivered visually, like in the training montage. I don't know if that technically counts as exposition, but it's another example of how this movie delievers a lot of information. And it's put in so effortlessly that you never even think about it. There's no "as you knows," or awkward dialogue. It feels perfectly natural and gives us everything we need to understand the story.

The movie also has great character building. Specifically, many of the characters have quirks that make them unique. Gobber has his interchangable hands. Snotlout is always flirting and boasting, Ruffnut and Tuffnut are constantly bickering, and Fishlegs spouts dragon facts. Even the village elder has something that makes her unique--she never speaks. Astrid plays with her heair and she is the only character in blue, which makes her stand out visually. And Hiccup carries a notebook around everywhere and draws things. This shows that his character is both curious and observant, as well as helps to forward the plot when he drops his pencil, forcing him into an encounter with Toothless and becomes part of his ability to befriend the dragon when they bond through drawing.

Quite frankly, the worldbuilding in general is great. As already mentioned, we have a lot of unique dragons that have evolved in different ways. And the visuals about Berk reveal a lot about viking culture. The people jostle and yell because they're a rough and tumble society, and Astrid has a great moment of swearing. But my favorite part of the worldbuilding is how they treat amputees. It seems to me that the loss of a limb, in this society, is considered a problem only in so far as it hinders mobility. Gobber, for example, has lost both an arm and a leg, and he has prosthetics for both, but he is no less respected due to the loss of limb. When Stoick leaves him behind, he doesn't say, "I don't want you to get hurt," he says, "I need you to train new recruits." Nor does Stoick try to stop him when he volunteers to help distract the queen in the final battle.

Quite frankly, it makes sense that the village would find Gobber's prosthetics more or less unremarkable. It's logical that amputees would be common in a village of dragon fighters, and that they would not want to spare someone just because they lost a single limb. In fact, there should probably be more amputees walking around Berk (likewise, there should probably me more people with burn scars walking around the fire nation.) But this attitude is likely why Hiccup reacts the way he does to Toothless's tail injury--he recognizes that Toothless's lack of mobility decreases his chance of survival and creates a prosthetic to increase that chance. It's another example of how he treats Toothless the way he would treat a human.

One more element of good storytelling is the use of the rule of three, which happens twice: Hiccup saying, "you just gestured to all of me," and Gobber yelling, "night fury! get down!" In both cases, these are negative statements the first two times, and positive the third. It's a nice shorthand to show us how the society has changed, and, like the intro and outro, I like patterns.

Finally, I absolutely love the sound design on this film. The dragon noises are great (even if they weren't voiced by an actual person) and as I said before, this is one of my all time favorite movie soundtracks. My favorite track is "Test Drive," but you can't go wrong with any of them.

[tacharie]

VERY LATE REVIEW ON EPISODE 8 WOW.

HEY GUYS SO SO SORRY IVE BEEN LATE BUT IM HERE… ROGHT BEFORE EPISODE 9 😭😭😭. guys but for realsies I don’t really have much to say for episode 8 cause I mostly forgot what happened. TIME TO BRING OUT THE SCREENSHOTS. As always, spoilers ahead of you have not already read Tokyo Debunker Episode 8, and these were written in the order of my reactions, so you will be seeing how my reactions progress. There will be no more spoiler warning ahead of this soooo pls don’t blame me DANKE :3

ohhhhhh ok ok I see this and I’m kinda not liking it!! They’re pretty and all but like… I hate auctions cause it’s like geez louise. I’ve read so many zombie manwhas where they start selling people at auctions and it makes me so uncomfortable now that I see auctions.

ANYWAYS staring off strong with my boy RITSU!! I haven’t seen you in forever my lizard looking friend what’s happening !!!

this bitch is no longer my friend. WHAT ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN FOR DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF US TURNING INTO AN ANOMALY LIKE DANG. Like Ik you’re all head first into work or whatever but geez Louise, part of being a lawyer is being empathetic to understand how to get evidence from witnesses dumb dumb.

why is this LOSER. Not listening to my glorious queen. Just because it don’t follow the charts does NOT mean that it isn’t plausible like cmon think logical here. Also, when he’s like getting mad at Taiga without actually talking to him, I can just see him shaking his fist in the air lmao. Moving on from him… ROMEO CALLED US :3!!

HAIIII ROMEO MY NEW FAVORITE OF SINOSTRA WHATS POPPING!!! Also, NEW FACE!! NEW FACE FROM ROMEO I THINK. He has an angry one all the time last time, but now this one is more like… concerned?? Idk MOVING ON!! Also, I’m starting to like Romeo and I really want to know his lore for now. Cause look at this:

Like who is doing this to you BBG!!! I kinda feel bad for him he’s js a lil guy sometimes :(

(NOT IN LIKE THE FANON MIDORIYA WAY BUT IN LIKE A he’s very pitiful sometimes)

Also dang what is with this tension between Taiga and Romeo bruh. Like they’re legit acting like exes. I DONT SHIP THEM DONT GET ME WRONG. But like… there was DEFINITELY SOMETHING. Especially since Taiga remembers his name/nickname.

Yuri and Jiro :(!!! I MISSED YOU TWOO HAIIIII!!! Guys they’re so cute lmao Yuri getting worried like a friend awwwwww… though I’m pretty sure it’s because Jiro is still his subject. ARGHH OMG 😭💕 “I was only there cause I was looking for you” AWWWWWWW THATS SO SWEET!! The whole vomiting scene was so funny and silly and cute of them I hope we see them more!!

WOAHHHHHHHHHH!!! AWOOGA HELLO 😍😍😍!!! GUYS THEY LOOK SO PRETTAYYYYY!! Dang Romeo hand selected them, no surprise there. They’re sooooo cute AND THE MC AHHHHHH SHES SO SILLY 😭😭💕💕💕!!!

“try not to be discreet” immediately grabs Taiga’s ear. Oh wow. Also Imma need Taiga to STOP WOTH THE KITTEN TALK. IVE HAD IT 😡😡. ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!

WHAT. NO. NONONONONONONONONO PLEASEEEEEEE SPARE ME WHY ME 😭😭😭. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH THESE THREE LUNATICS. BRUH TAIGA’S PROBABLY LIKE A SLEEP BITER. UH UH I REFUSE 😡. You guys are rich aren’t you?? Can’t we have separate rooms pretty please. Also besides from sharing, I don’t like the idea of staying overnight. Cause they told us nothing!! We ain’t got toothbrush, deodorant, NADA. It’s gotta REEK in there.

Ok so… Romeo knowing the password is not rubbing me the right way. I hate it actually. Romeo please don’t be TOO sketch!!! Please please please I BEGGGG!! Also woah… I don’t like how it looks!! Like the AI is so obvious with this one PLEASEEE INVEST IN A BACKGROUND ARTIST. It’s not that difficult I promise you. The music is hella nice tho MEAH MWAH LOVELYYYY!! Also if you screen record a video with the background, you can see they added a shaky effect which was cool!!

alright Romeo. How’s you come up with the name. Guys he might actually be in some dark shit uh oh. Chat I think my fav sinostra character is cooked. Taiga pointing that out makes js confirms my suspicions. Like guys. Sighs. Also, I highly doubt Gojo teacher is gonna bail us out of this one taiga 🙁… he’s … NOT THAT GREAT!!

Ok so we split up anddddd… Taiga went to a bar. Naturally. RITSU, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. Like, I know he’s not personally insulting anyone, but like getting compared to Romeo is bad?? I mean, I guess they’re kinda opposites so IG!! Gulping down Taiga’s drink is WILD LMAOOO 😭😭.

ok moving onto their little exploration, Taiga, leaves his three blind mice looking glasses alone. It’s actually kinda cute that Ritsu is so sweet for his mom. ALSO HOURS??? FOR GLASSES?? I thought I was indecisive geez man. And oh!! They found the mask right? NOT TAIGA SUGGESTING THEY GANK THEM WHAT 😭 WHY IS HE SHOOTONG THE PLACE UP HELLO?? WHY DID HE SHOW RITSU TO WHACK THINGS WITH HIS BOOK OMG 😭.. IM DEADDDD.

alrighty now our side. Romeo and queeny let’s gooo!!! Romeo scamming some guy is actually crazy lmao. But like, he knew this guy?? Then why is this guy acting like he doesn’t know Romeo? That’s … STRANGE!! Anyways, AHHHH THAT ONE ART OF HIM HOLDING THE PAINTING WAS EVERYTHING :(!! So sweet so cute!! Other than the fact he scammed someone but I digress!!!

“There’s only a handful of people in this world that know the true vale of things.” Such an odd sentence to add, that’s more of an inner dialogue thing but he said it aloud. Maybe he meant smth else by it but like IM NOT THAT DETECTIVY GUYS!!

Romeo please leave my Boy Yuri alone 😭😭. They got that little man stressing fr. But I wanted to point out a few things from their conversation:

-“ Someone’s gotten cocky” (Romeo to Yuri) The word gotten changed the entire meaning of THSI sentence. They knew each other before… from Frostheim maybe?? Cause we know both of them have personal beef from frost heim, maybe they both transferred but were once close back then. Sounds kinda cliche but. Further evidence: “I remember when you ran off crying to the grubby old lab, now you’re playing king of the castle?” So maybe not together, but just what kind of connection did they have? Maybe Romeo was a bully :(

BUT WAIT !! THERES MORE!!! “ha ha. Fine words coming from a has-been like you. Why, I hardly hear anyone speak of you these days. I suppose your accomplishments were only possible before you relinquished your brand name. Oh, I suppose it’s more accurate ‘before it was stolen from you?’ “. … WOW!! Ok!!! So yeah Romeo was popular, he was .. maybe forced out of Frostheim because of his family situation… or maybe bullied out of it. With Romeo, a lot of times someone mentions something being stolen from him, which is probably why he’s so obsessed with wealth. Their relationship is so strange, I need to raise their affinities to see more lore.

Aw yeah, my queen got the lobster and pasta she deserved for her dinner!! I’m so glad that we don’t have to sleep with each other bro like legit JUMPING FOR JOY 😆😆😆!!!

Aw shucks Romeo is being shady once more ; “ Just relax by your little fireplace and I’ll bring you a nice souvenir. I’ll bring you back that mask so don’t forget our deal.” PROFESSOR HYDE. IK ITS YOU. WTF ARE YOU UP TO. Why does he want that mask, why does he need a mask, is he doing this against Darkwick or for them? Guys I need answers like urgently.

Oh no. It’s Taiga. Everyone smile and wave. Bruh why is he talking to us like he don’t know us m. It’s us, your kitty patootie. YEAHHHH HE RECOGNIZED US!! PROGRESS GUYS!! Omg wait he might actually remember the train… HE DID !! HE DID YES 😭😭!! TAIGA YOU ARE THE GOAT MY GLORIOUS KING TAIGA. Wait but he forgot where the monster went. Man… can’t do nothing fr 🙁. Uh oh :3 Romeo caught us!! DAMN TAIGA BEING SO MEAN FOR WHAT. “We were just talking about how gross you sound buttering someone up” like dang. We think that, not say that. What power does Gojo teacher hold to control Romeo so easily… I don’t get it :(.

phew day 2, auction day!! Taiga sleeping in the ceremony is so real. WHY IS HE SO READY TO SHOOT EVERYBODY GEEZ. Oh!! Romeo comes busting in… AHHHHHH MY GLORIOUS QUEEN MC IN THE BACKGROUND SUCH A CUTIE. Oh he actually started shooting ok!!! Awesome!!! OH WHAT THE… THEYRE ALL GLITCHING. RUN MC TUN. DONT LET THE OTHERS SLACK YOU!!

Ok so they got to the exit, and they won’t let us out… AWESOME. JUST AWESOME. Bruh Taiga is going on some riddle shit JS TELL US PLEASEEEEE. Bruh. Romeo. My guy. My pall. WHY TF DID YOU HAVE SO MUCH TREASURE 😭😭😭. WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT RIGHT AT RITSU. RITSUUUUU GET YO ASS HOME!! Oh wait his stigma nvm. He’s chilling. That panel of Ritsu saying his stigma goes hard though.

AWWWWW THEIR DIRT COVERED FACES ARE SO CUTE!!! AHHH I LOVE IT!! Too bad about the mask and Romeo’s treasure but we chilling. OH WAIT NVM TAIGA GOT THE MASK!! YAYAYYAYAY!! Romeo looks so happy aw 😭. Oh.. OH!!! ARE THEY ABOUT TO KISS?? WHAT HAOPENED IT ZOOMED IN ONTO ROMEO’S LIPS WHAT HAPPENDD.

Oh we’re back at the Diner with Ritsu. WAIT CAN WE SEE OUR BOY REN :3??? BRUH WHAT. TAIGA ATE THE FUCKING MASK??? HUH??? Another probation is actually crazy dang…

Oh shit Taiga and Hyde. “Lay off Lulu” AWWWWWW HE CARES ABOUT HIS FRIEND. AWWWWW!!! Bruh Hyde is actually pissing me off bro tf you mean “The stage is nearly set” FOR WHAT??? FOR WHAT PURPOSE??? Guys 😭

ok so that’s that. Uhhhhh I might have skipped a few parts but this is merely going off on the deleted screenshots I took the time I read it. The only thing I do remember is what I was thinking on each scene. Honestly, not much was given in this one for like DARKWICK lore, except for the fact they work with underground connections as well as governmental. That’s actually so wild how powerful they are. I’m actually so excited to see more of Ritsu’s emotional side, and Romeo/ Taiga’s backstory, not just tightened but their personal ones too. Still don’t have Taiga’s unique magic womp womp :(. Hyde… is freaking me out a bit too. And nothing has been explained about why Hyde called Sho for a “special mission”. It doesn’t look like he’s gonna be a part of the next chapter too, so it’s making sho SUPPERRRR SUS rn. But anyways I hoped you enjoyed and I will make another one of these VERY soon for Episode 9 :3!! Ciao , until next chapter!!

[moonamite]

ohmtgrgg i love your dealer design pls can we have more headcannons he looks so SILYLHT

Ok so

Dealer headcanons

Physical and behaviorally he’s based off several different animals- Cats, dogs, lizards, hippo, sharks, ect.

He looks fat, but it’s actually pure muscle.

His skin is rough like shark skin but dry like lizard scales in shed. (He enjoys being scratched.)

His wounds heal pretty quickly, but the scars never completely fade.

If another demon enters his nightclub, he becomes territorial. Of course, he tries to stay civilized at first, but if the opposing demon stays too long, becomes aggressive, or tries to start trouble, he WILL physically fight them.

In his spare time he’s either reading (he has little reading glasses), waiting for another player, spectating the people below, or polishing his guns (guns plural. He has a collection). And although he doesn’t need to, he’ll sleep/nap from time to time.

His tail is mostly for balance, but if you get hit by it, it will shatter your ribs and spine.

Obviously he purrs. But he can also make a wide variety of vocalizations- though most people never hear them since he prefers to stay quiet.

He’s pansexual and goes by He/it.

Because of his large, uneven teeth, he cannot fully close his mouth. The scars around his ‘lips’ are from his teeth.

He does have eyeballs. They’re just very sunken in and also pitch black.

The lore for why he’s missing his wings is that once upon a time (like a LONG time ago) he cheated against the wrong person and was punished severely. (Wings physically **ripped** out of their sockets.) He still experiences phantom pains sometimes.

He has ears. They’re just small holes at the sides of his head like reptile ears.

He’s probably like 200+ years old, but physically he seems to be in his 60-70s.

He possesses both male and female reproductive organs. Do with that what you will.

His face is very sensitive to touch. Hold him.

He has a cane, but he doesn’t use it often.

He’s a bit over 8 feet tall.

His eyes can glow red in the dark because his eyes are reflective like cat eyes.

He’s got a long black forked tongue like a monitor lizard. It also has small barbs on it like the tongue of a cat.

You know how crocodiles can gallop? The Dealer charges at people on all fours when he finds them cheating.

He’s got small mini-teeth lining his throat. His jaws work like a moray’s- Once he has you, you can’t get out. His eyes roll back when he’s attacking with his mouth. But because he looks is to stay civilized and rational, nobody really sees this side of him.

His claws are like dog claws and never stop growing. They gotta be cut but not too close to the quick.

He drinks his respect women juice. Really he’s generally pretty respectful unless you cheat or piss him off.

Listens to old people music

He has another, more monstrous form. Nobody’s seen it, or at least, nobody’s lived to tell the tale.

He also doesn’t need to eat. Or drink. But he’ll indulge in both, though mostly drinking.

Despite running the place, he never partakes in the club activities. He’s almost always in his roulette room.

Nobody knows his name, or if he even has one. He’s just “The Dealer”.

When it comes to conversations, he’s much more of a listener than a talker. He gives off serious dad/grandpa energy sometimes.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

I see. Then can we get something for the new Au: demonic racers au? To see what happens in this crazy Au?

((Hi there again and you wanna see some example? Sure, I can write something real quick. I hope you like and the ones spoken of in this belong to my friend @demon-blood-youths so just a heads up anon.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

NYC. The year was 20XX and a lot of things have changed over time for many. Even the fractions too. Right now, it seems like things have gotten a lot more crazy over the years but hey, where's the fun if it didn't?

Near by, we are seeing people walking around but some was chatting or doing something else. That is in another section something else was going on.

Shouting and some other crazy event was going on, showing two fractions in some sort of race. Some rouge fraction that was trying to claim this sector as their new terf but the other being the DBT who is led by Van Ink the dragon.

Right now, they were in a 3 lap race on one of the hidden tracks in Times square: Hidden Gallows. This track was within the streets with some crazy ramps, openings, and more. Right now, Ink was in 1st place, seeing the rouge leader trying to get past her.

"Grrrr get back here you damn lizard!" He shouted but Ink hearing that looks back wearing dark blue eye special gear glasses that was themed after the vanity house. She only snickered looking at him.

"Oh come on! You said you wanted to race me and my fraction. I thought you were serious man!" she laughed looking forward while seeing her fraction now catching up. Even if some of the rouge racers were trying to cheat to beat her team, none could get past a few. Given most were rammed off the track dizzy or knocked out.

"Tch; damn you Van guard! Wait will we get you guys for this! Guys, stop messing around and ram them off the track!" he orders.

"Boss were trying but they are not making it easy!! We keep getting rammed off by-" that's when the boss heard a cry of pain before he got sucker punched.

"Damn you iron knight! You-"

'Yeah yeah, that's what you get for trying to cheat and ram one of my teammates off! So I think you should be knocked out!' Ink heard that from her own bluetooth ear piece to grin. Yeah, that sounded like Rust alright. He must be behind her or in 3rd place.

The rouge riders kept trying to catch up or the ones still remaining in the race to beat the DBT but they only get passed by seeing they were trying to catch up only falling back. Ink laughed seeing her friends were alright making a sharp turn to the right and speeds down the track thanks to her extreme gear hover board; Azure of pride. Her most prized possession just with her great sword Wyvern. She usually uses that sword unless it's during the more dangerous tracks or the free for all.

"You gotta do better if you wanna win ya know! It's not fun if you tend to cheat from time to time!" Ink said laughing but she then saw the start/finish line passing to show it was the final lap. The leader passes it. He knew Ink was getting ahead and he hated that most of his followers got back on the track but they there behind trying to keep up.

Ink kept focusing on the race still being in first with the leader behind her in second. She guessed Rust was in 3rd trying to keep up but seeing her other friends behind. She saw some was keeping up.

'Ink how far up are you!?' Navarro said from his own bluetooth piece in his ear after passing one of the damn cheaters seeing him shouting.

"Huh? I'm still in first! Why what's up?" she said happily.

'Your in first? If your in first then that damn leader is beside you! Just keep going. And watch out, if these guys were cheating they are going to have left some traps!'

'I'm already on it Navarro. I got most of them disabled so they can't cause much harm. I will have to do a re scan just in case they left any more around.' Fosh, who was in the race, checks using some goggles he was wearing while typing on a holo pad keyboard with a mini map. Well, thanks to his girlfriend Mouse for the update in his gear of course. He still has to thank her for that later.

"Really?! Ohhh woah-wait, I thought this was a regular race! Though, being rouge racers I figure they would cheat but that means more danger and fun!" She laughed but Fosh sighed on the com line with Navarro growling.

'INK FOCUS!! WE ARE TRYING TO WIN THIS RACE BEFORE-'

'Now now everyone, we are almost done we just have one more lap to go. Lets focus on that before these barbarians try anything else....' Ink heard Hellmare said since she was in 6th right now but she passes to get to 5th with some help from Maggie who was behind her.

'Yeah, knuckle heads tried to ram me and Hellmare off our boards! The hell man!?' she growls from her bluetooth ear piece.

'Oh my! Are you both alright!?' Ophelia, who is also in the race asked worried even if she was seeing Taz and Gerald beside her in the race they were keeping up seeing some Rouge shouting at them or trying to throw some bombs at them. Good thing Ophelia hits them away with her staff. seeing it explode in contact back at them.

'She's got a point. Most of these guys really know how to try and cheat. Lets make sure to end this quickly before it gets out of hand.' Jaron who was up there and he was passing some to meet up with Rust who gives high five as the two were now in 3rd together. Ink laughed hearing this but she knew the others were all catching up with her while she focused on keeping 1st place.

"Yeah, I think so. Knowing how loud this race is, some might have already started calling the police or the pro-heroes. So lets make this quick!" Ink said but she keeps on racing. She passes the few turns going down into some lower slop as she keeps heading to the track. She even jumps and was grinding on a rail above the street keeping her balance while laughing.

The leader down below was getting angry seeing she was beating him! Damn this bitch! Glaring, he saw some of his hidden boys taking aim. "Damn it! Guys, shoot her! Shoot her!" he said seeing they were about to try taking her down. They begin shooting at Ink but she noticed still grinding the rail then gets to the end. She keeps going dodging the bullets but was confused.

"Hey! You know guns are not allowed in the race dude! What's your problem!" Ink said.

"It's called trying to win! Now get out of my way!" The rouge leader said, ramming into Ink to knock her to the side. She kept her balance before shaking her head, regaining speed quickly.

'Ink? You alright?' she heard Oblivion asked from her own blue tooth while staying close but catching up.

"Yeah, I'm alright. The leader tried ramming he but he just shoved me. Guess he's desperate to win. That's something.." she laughed seeing the leader up ahead.

'Tch, cheating as many others roaming about. You should try catching up to get back at him Ink. We are almost done and this race will be finished.'

'She is right you know Ink. Though, I think we should teach this punk cheating is wrong after all.' Shdwkyz snickered on his line that Ink giggled.

"Roger that!" laughing she speeds up regaining some speed and air for her board seeing the leader. For now, the race kept going. Seems the leader was focused with a evil smirk. He figure he will be one of the first Rouge racers to beat the damn DBT! He couldn't wait to gloat about it when he wins the prize of new advance extreme gear. With the parts, his and the teams boards will be unstoppable.

'I'm going to win this! I will finally be the first to beat the DBT! When the others hear about this, they will be so jealous! I just have to keep my position and I win! Theirs no way that damn lizard can keep up with me!'

Going down the track, he gets to the loop as he grabs onto the rail grinding down it and heading up. He was going to win! He was so close and he couldn't wait to rub the victory in that damn lizards face!!!

"Ah! There's the finish line! You see that Lizard! I win! I will claim this victor for myself! Nothing will stop me!" he laughed getting closer and closer to the finish line, until.....

"Oh really? Seems like you did a little trick with the guns before....I don't think you deserve that victory..."

"HUH!?" He looks to see some sort of shadow but sees someone wearing some white mask, had a long grey cloth around his shoulders, and was holding some sort of Katana and quickly pops beside him.

"What the-"

"Hello...and bye bye!" Shdwkyz laughed slashing the board in the middle before the leader feels the board split apart into two, making him crash. He rolls on the track only to crash into some trash cans wincing.

"What the fuck!?" he said only to see Shdwkyz smile but he waves happily to him. "What did you do that for, you fucking snake!?"

"Think of that as payback for trying to harm my leader. Second, we said this was a normal 3 lap race. But thanks to you cheating, you don't even win that do you?" he laughed as the leader gets mad before seeing Ink coming up passing the two when she passes through the finish line winning the race.

"SON OF A BITCH! I WAS SO CLOSE!!" he screams hitting the ground with his fists. Shdwkyz sighed shaking his head but saw the other team heading up but the other rouges were shocked seeing their leader out! They demanded a re match.

"No can do. Besides, your leader don't have a board so he can't even compete. Second, this is our win due to you assholes cheating!" Navarro said jabbing one of the followers in the chest.

"That still should have been our win, you shrimp! That...that snake cheated by cutting our boss's board in half!"

"Oh great, you just had to start didn't you?" Rust sighed shaking his head but Navarro growls to grab the other and glares.

"The fuck you call me you dick face asshole!?" he said. Ink hear and saw her team but she smiled seeing they won. She even jumps off her board and picks it up heading over to the leader who tense seeing her.

"You know if you wanna do better, maybe try following the rules okay?" she said happy.

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU WON THIS! I WILL GET MY REVENGE YOU DAMN LIZARD!" he shouted.

"It's dragon. Why do you guys keep getting that wrong.." Ink pouts while Fosh goes to collect the prize: the set of illegal gears that should help improve their boards for other races. However, when they were, that's when they heard police sirens to make them tense.

"Uhhhh Ink, we need to go! Cops are coming!" Maggie said as the group see some familiar flashing red and blue lights. Yep, the cops were coming! Looking, the DBT gets on their boards again as they were getting ready to take off.

"Hey! If you wanna race again, just find us! Later! XD" With a wave, Ink dashes off with her fraction away from this area leaving the rouge racers there in a panic.

"Tch, damn you Ink the dragon!!" The leader shouted.

"Boss we gotta get out of here! come on!" One said helping him on a board as they were now trying to run away from the cops then they then got caught being too later.

"Freeze, put your hands up where I can see em!" One said as the rouge riders held their hands up but they were quiet.

"Hold on, where is the gear parts!?" One said to the leader.

"Tch, I don't have it! That damn DBT has it after winning the race!"

"Race!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WON AND GOT THE PARTS!? DO YOU KNOW IT'S ILLEGAL TO BE RACING!?" A third cop shouted at the leader.

"OH FUCK YOU YA OLD BITCH!"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY!?"

"Enough! So the DBT was here?! Shit, then were are they!?"

"I don't know, and I don't care! Fucking beat my team...I wanted those parts!" the leader shouted angry yet the cops sighed, starting to gather the racers in the back of a large cop truck.

"Yeah yeah, just get in the truck." One cop said annoyed rounding them up. Though, a few looks around seeing the area and sees they were indeed here. the familiar 'The DBT was here' message on the wall in spray paint. Did they really have to mark the areas like that?

No of course they did. Shaking his head, the cop will have to report this to Mr. Henderson for the report.

~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere else~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You know that was fun! We even got some new gear that you and Rust can use on our boards!!" Ink laughed happily while riding down the street so they can head back to their place. They were enjoying some lunch eating pizza while heading home. The DBT were always enjoying a little snack before later.

"Well, with the parts we can get even better upgrades. Me and Navarro should be able to do it before our next real race. That is if we do right?" Jaron asked Fosh who was checking the digital list and map showing some check points of that.

"Yeah, right now, some are already planning some races to happen. Though, for now, it's on stand by. Maybe later we will get a heads up." he said that Ink finishes a slice but smiled.

"Then that's good to know! How about we go check on everyone else! I'm sure they are going to be excited about this too!" she said. as the DBT rides down the street now wondering where to go. Maybe check on the other races was a good idea. She was curious to see who was doing who and check up on some people.

For now, the day was still young so why not have some fun? Next stop: Central Park that belongs to the demon racers: The cursed Vixens.

[goatwithaplan]

Serph for the character asks!

Sorry i know you asked as soon as i reblogged but i reblogged and then went to sleep lol. Anyways

favorite thing about them The desing, I think people can tell i am a sucker for the dds desings i am very much in love with his. So neutral he looks characteristic, is really cool.

least favorite thing about them He doesn't talk. WHY. atlus was weak on this one they didn't wanted to make the mc talk, so his character suffers as a result. He is suppossed to be really kind like that BUT HE IS JUST A GUY WHO DOESN'T TALK.

favorite line I really liked when he said "..." gotta be my favorite line in all of gaming history.

brOTP Argilla, in an ideal world he would have been a bro a and would have made a great wingman for the girl. AND IN AN IDEAL WORLD HE WOULD HAVE SPOKEN SMH

OTP Heat x Serph , What is gayer, Gex or whatever the fuck is going on with those 2? Exactly

nOTP Oh god im getting destroyed for this one and i know its the canon one I just think its so weird how sera and seph relathionship work. LIke girlie thats a guy you made up in your head .

random headcanon This headcanon is so stupid but during my 3d animator friend playthrough we developed the joke that because Serph is never giving out orders the embryon just apointed one random guy ,Serph in this case , as leader so they can sell out on their leader with no remorse. Thats why in the first game we only do what Heat or Gale are doing.

unpopular opinion I just don't find him that interesting i know many people love him as is, but damm i just really think its a very boring character.

song i associate with them This one aplies for both him and Heat but the entire Tale Of The Altered Beast from King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, and im putting the entire cd here since its meant to be listen like that and because I'm a sucker for long songs

favorite picture of them this one

or this frame

[intertexts]

OK OK SINCE U ARE PRETTY FAR INTO PD NOW. I NEED TO ASK. DO U HAVE A FAVORITE CHARACTER. do u have a favorite moment. whos backstory are u the most interested in seeing. what are u excited to learn about the world . I AM PUTTING UR BRAIN UNDER A MICROSCOPE AND DISSECTING IT IVE GOTTA KNOW. what villains are u most afraid of. write me an essay on ur feelings about mark winters. etc etc etc etc WHATEVER U WANNA TALK ABT RN im standing in the middle of a field like a scarecrow and just SCREAMING at the sky

OHHHHHH MAN DUDE LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO CHOOSE A FAVORITE OF ANYONE. FUCKK. GOD.

ok putting all of this under a cut because its so fucking long???

ok ok ok. lets see. they r all so so so good it's impossible 2 choose but also iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii really fucking like dakota dude..... i like him so much. so much. i will admit. i am a massive fucking fan of a character who stays silly. massive fucking fan of the emotional king dedede hammer that comes down when the silly guy drops the silliness. i love it when characters literally r incapable of processing their emotions. gebuinely i don't know what he put in that guy but it is cartoonish the way my neurons light up at him its not quite akechi from p5 levels of FUCKKK YEAH THIS GUY MY FUCKED UP LITTLE GUY!! but it is Getting Close!!!

whose backstory.... fuck. okay. Most interested in wiwi's backstory. of course. i AM really interested in vyncent's whole deal but i feel like his fucked up knife that possesses him (?????????) is slightly more of a specific thing than backstory. and i DO wanna know howww the jrpg protag isekai'd here but also like. consider... wiwi. also i wanna know if im right & ashe/ashes fucked up demon grimoire r responsible for his mom's death. ALSO I WANNA KNOW WHY MARK'S A LIZARD GUY.

FAVORITE MOMENTS SO FAR.... i LOVED the spirit world shit it was all so cinematic it was so lovely. usually im dogshit at like, visualizing descriptions in my head? but all of that was very much oh, yeah for sure, ive seen this cartoon! i know whats happening! that whole episode went hard as fuck. can't believe we got vyncent with a gun ashe going holy shit why am i fucking doing this imgonnadie william having a horrifying crisis over eating a fucking soul & dakota getting murked in one episode. & mal is just. on just. such a different level such a different world from Anything else they've experienced. its so good.

also i still really love the winding-down end of that amalgam island ep (5?) where they r exhausted & coming off so many huge emotions & stress & stuff & tide arrives.... that's really the scene that fucking hooked me i think. going ohhh yeah theyre just fucking kids and everyone at this table Knows theyre kids in a world where people will just fucking kill you. like,, yeah, it WOULD be fucked up if you were seventeen and ran into an island full of horrifying human and animal experimentation & abuse!! and theyre not playing it as a motw adventure where its just sillygoofy? ok. ok!! maybe these guys know where theyre taking it. like i can count on one hand maybe the amount of times ive been like "yeah im sure whatever the creators do will be good they've always done good & thoughtful work. i don't have to continually be delegating brain space to how im dissatisfied with this story." so i guess. i just like the show a lot!!

what am i most interested in about the world... ohhh man i love cape worldbuilding it's maybe like one of my favorite things. so i guess i'm interested in All of It?? in an overall probably-wont-be-answered-because-its-not-that-genre way i'd love 2 know what religion looks like in a world where JESUS IS A TRADEMARKED SUPERHERO & kids can come back from the dead. id love 2 know more ab the dynamic btwn politics & the cape world here thats always interesting? i really enjoy the approach they took 2 the kid heroes in the beginning, as in: these guys are literally still students they are not Supposed to be doing big hero shit. theyre not supposed to be doing teen titans or x-men shit & it is in fact a massive massive fuckup on their guardian's part when they Are in those positions. i'm a big fan of that i like it a lot more than the alternative. (unless yr like in a world like parahumans where there Is a narrative & in-universe reason why child & teen cape teams exist)

what villains am i most afraid of....... ok i kind of feel like being afraid of mal is like, being afraid of hurricanes or something. like sure i can be nervous about him but i can't fucking do anything if he's coming this way. so it's better i think to not think about it until it comes up & then pray. so i guess i AM really concerned about the overlord stuff. i dont know where it's gonna go but i know it'll be nowhere good & i know it'll end up getting people hurt. so.!!!!!!