#The Pinned Pom of Power

[rose-ramblings]

Hey y’all, GoldictheHedgefox here, and welcome to my Dragon Ball side blog! This is where I’ll dump everything Dragon Ball-related so that it doesn’t get buried under the mountain of reblogs on my main. I’ll update this post with the main tags of the blog when there’s more content to sort them with, but until then, enjoy the shenanigans!

Edit 1: #goldic’s drawings is the first and main tag you’ll see on this blog as it’ll mostly be brainrot doodles (and I don’t have enough of anything else going on to update this post further at the moment, but there will be EVENTUALLY)

[goldicthehedgefox]

i really should make dedicated side blogs for my brainrot, huh

[sealedterror]

Stellaron Hunters and Astral Express Parallels

So, I've noticed that the Stellaron Hunters are basically a darker, murdery, and morally grey parallel version of the more heroic Astral Express, with every member mirroring another from the other group. Two sides of the same coin, if you will. First thing I'd like to point out, both factions don't really follow any current aeon. They "follow" (very loose term here) the missing-in action Akivili and the "Destiny" that Elio forsees. Both factions also are deeply involved with Stellarons(we encounter a stellaron on every planet, the Stellaron Hunters hunt them. Obviously) Here's some similarities I've thought of between the members and some theories based off each other: !!SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Dan Heng and Blade:

Both from Xianzhou,

Immortal in some way(Blade's self-regenerating and Dan Heng's reincarnations)

Same gender

Dan heng's five star form enhances his basic attack, like Blade, who I BET was ALSO a four star before the mara and Jing Liu incident

Similar age? Don't really know exact timeline between them

Both feature flowers in their gameplay(lotus flowers and spider lilies)

Himeko and Kafka:

Both intelligent women

The pseudo-moms of their faction.

I might be pulling out of my ass here, but I'd like to point out that both of them use both a ranged weapon(Himeko's laser and Kafka's gun) and also a melee weapon(Kafka's katana and Himeko's grator).

Since they are each others parallel, I'd like to make the assumption that since Himeko was the first one to join the Astral Express, that Kafka was the first one to join Elio. It just fits with the known info we have and clears up any ambiguity, but you don't have to strictly adhere by it lol.

Pom Pom and Elio

"Animals" yeah right

The being who leads their group in the direction wanted(conducter, scriptwriter, best destiny, best path to blaze)

You assume they are the cute mascot at first, but then there is something...exceptional about them, that you can't quite pin down.

Both are sentient and can presumably talk(Elio might just write to communicate, how would that work though? Toe beans? Meow to text? Lmao)

Wait....with synestheia beacons that's actually very possible. Oh god

March 7th and Silver Wolf(HEAR ME OUT)

The trendy, youthful girl of the group

....Use of technology?

yeah i got nothing BUTBUTBUT

March 7th's mysterious pasttttt. Like, the similarities between Danheng and Blade weren't revealed until his five star form was revealed and I'm making the theory that when March 7th's mysterious past is revealed, the similarities between her and Silver Wolf will appear!!!!

So Silver Wolf is from Punklord, is extremely accomplished and powerful, chaotic neutral with a sense of wanderlust. I don't know much about her(don't have her character/character story) so I can't say much more, but what I do know seems pretty plausible for March's former self.

It supports my theory that March 7th's five star form will be Nihility. Imbibiter Lunae was Destruction, like Blade. The memokeeper in March's quest said her past would "only bring her pain". How nihilistic is that? Either way, I'm definitely pulling xD

Stelle/Caleus and Firefly/Sam(the best for last ;)

So this is the one that really cemented this theory into my mind. So far, you might have noticed that every member's mirror image is the same gender(with the exception of Catlio and PomPom, I'll talk about it in the comments). But Trailblazer has TWO genders/personas. You know who ALSO has two genders/personas?FIREFLY/SAMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some theory and more similarities between them

They both are the explosive power powerhouse of their group(Stellaron and Sam's firepower)

Both pretty smart(dubious) and funny(hilarious, the both of them)

They both eat questionable things...Trailblazer's trash consumables and Firefly's woodchip Oak Cake(seriously, read the description, do they have iron stomachs or something??)

...So they might have iron stomachs.

Both were presumably artificially made. We know Firefly/Sam is(born to fight in a war) and the Trailblazer is a vessel of a Stellaron. There has to be some funky, wonky, genetic/biological makeup for that.

Welt Yang and no one lmao

Lonely ass old man, no ship?(making the no bitches face)

Anyway, I presume he doesn't have any parallel bc he's from another universe. I don't know much cause I haven't played Honkai Impact. Something about a comic and "herscherr"? Idrk but. I suppose Luocha could join the Stellaron Hunters. That would be crazy as hell and if it happens I CALLED IT, but it probably won't. Probably.

There is also the theory Sunday joined the Stellaron Hunters. It's honestly really interesting and if that's true.....Welt Yang and Sunday don't have any similarities so that's tossed out the window. So, that only leaves the possibilty that we will have a mirrored someone of Sunday joining the Astral Express in the future. That would be INSANE but fun as hell like, can you imagine?

So this concludes my rant, are you convinced yet ;)? It's really interesting that the two factions mirror each other so deeply. I am getting the message that, whatever our fates are, they are deeply intertwined.

Thanks a bunch for reading this far and please, let me know what you think! May the Trailblaze be with you....or something lol

[sarnai4]

The Real Deal

The Penguins of Madagascar is a great show for many reasons, but I feel like one is very underrated. Despite being a comedy, it has good villains. I have seen series where the comedy becomes a bigger part, so villains are written as playful obstacles or too silly to really be taken seriously. That does not happen here.

Hans is a villain who not only acts as an antagonist for the show, but he also connects to Skipper's past, adding new layers to the already mysterious nature of the Denmark incident. Because of whatever happened, Hans is that type of villain who won't kill the heroes. He even mentions how he didn't want to fry Skipper in a real volcano. He just wants to make him miserable. These villains are so dangerous because death isn't their goal. In a sense, torture is.

Dr. Blowhole is on the other end of this. He makes it very clear that he wants Skipper dead. Between making him even "most importantly" forget how to swim (as he falls into the ocean, mind you), this dolphin has a penguin-seeking middle. He has plans to make the world suffer for his pain and will destroy anyone in his path.

Rat King is a surprisingly fun villain to me. He easily could have just been the dumb jock kind of enemy who's basically an older version of a high school bully. Despite that, he's pretty clever too, shown when he hustled the penguins out of their habitat. He's also way more ruthless than I gave him credit for being. He had a vat of acid somehow and was going to use it to kill them.

Kuchikukan was not a villain I ever expected to see in the series. Evil spirits weren't on my radar, but this is probably the only time I won't complain about their presence. He was so much fun! He mastered the combination of "light-hearted jokester who messes with the mere mortals" and "all-powerful being who can and will destroy the Earth." That's not an easy balance to strike. It's such a great time to watch him go from an almost laughable threat due to his host body, then show how much he can still do. By the time the episode is over, I know why he was able to destroy a world inside of a cheese loaf.

Blue Hen was a nice way to give the penguins a psychological threat. She knew how to come after them where it mattered most. Go after Kowalski's obsession with science and go after Skipper's position as leader. It's a shame that she only was in season 3 because it would have been fun to see what else she did with more time.

Last, but certainly not least, X. Just X because he's been an animal control officer, zookeeper, exterminator, fishmonger, storekeeper, and unemployed. Of them all, he is my favorite. I love this character so much. He's also got something going for him that I feel is unique to him. You can see the downward spiral of X throughout each episode he's in. Gradually, he becomes more and more unhinged. It makes sense that he's one of the only human villains because he's so competent that he doesn't even need to know what the penguins are saying in order to stop them from doing everything they want. He just was the pinnacle of competency to the point of even freaking Skipper out because he kept failing against him in the zookeeper episode. Through it all, we see X go from this super officer of animal control, then more and more, he loses it because of the penguins. He even gets a cameo in an episode where he's just throwing chopsticks of a poster with the penguins on it and is later shown to have bowling pins painted as penguins. I almost feel bad for him since he really did want to just do his job, but there comes a point when you have to relinquish your obsessions and he's an example of why.

The other villains were also fun to me, but these were my favorites. PoM didn't have to try hard with its villains, but they still did and I really appreciate that.

[faetaiity]

Ok ok what if what if

The reader is like one of the only fruit bats in the world like a rare breed of fruit bat. Which means they got captured get experimented on a lot and gets abused

Draxum finds out about this rare breed of fruit bat and wants to experiment himself so he orders the dark! Turtles to go get them but once they see them they want them for themselves??

OOGA BAT READER MY BELOVED /GEN Note: I'm gonna be gone from the 27th-31st to visit my family so I'm trying to get most of my asks out, Now, for simple asks that I can do on my phone during that time, I might answer but overall, I'll be gone lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now, Reader is implied in the others to be a Giant Golden Crowned Flying Fox, which is already endangered according to CITES

And considering canonically, you only mutate into the creature you last touched

It would be almost confirmed that no other mutant is a GGCFF.

Now, I'm going to get into a little rant about Endangered or Otherwise extinct Animals that you can mutate into

Depending on what you are, is how Draxum will react, if you're an Endangered or Extinct-in-the-wild Mutant, you have his interest (If you're a mutant who mutated from an actual EXTINCT animal, like, there aren't any in captivity, or in the wild, then you definitely have his attention)

So, for example, Creatures like Tigers, Leopards, Wolves, Parrots, Komodo Dragons, etc, They're VERY interesting to him and would like to study how similar they are to their wild counterparts

So, a Giant Bat mutant with powers, while not extremely deadly, is something he would want.

Sending the turtles to capture a fragile, untrained, new mutant, would be easy, right?

Wrong, as he didn't account for the idea of the Turtles becoming interested in you themselves.

After the turtles terrorize you (because they're ASSHOLES), They tie you up and throw you into the turtle tank (It does, in fact exist in this AU)

Mikey starts messing with you, making you flinch and shake

After that fucking nutcase of a turtle is happy with causing fear, he starts trying to braid your neck fluff (Which he ends up ripping out a few strands 'accidentally')

You hear one of the other turtles call him up to the front of the Turtle tank for a few minutes

even with your amazing hearing, you can't make out what they're saying 100%

It goes on for about 10 minutes before the Tank slowed, then swerved violently, making you fall over.

Hearing the engine rev aggressively as it sped up was startling, you could feel the Turtle Tank shake.

A scarred-up turtle in dark blue comes from the front, sits you upright and squats down to look you in the eyes

"I'm gonna take off the Muzzle, but if you scream, I WILL give you something to scream about" he said as he twirled his blade, you nodded nervously

As he unraveled the Muzzle he stared at you, as if waiting for you to scream, bite, hiss, or even spit, but you kept your mouth shut

"Awwwhhhh I was hoping for an easy fight" he pouted as he got up, picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

The door to the turtle tank opened and he walked out, the smell hit you before anything else could've, smelled metallic and of Spiteful little shits getting the snot beaten out of them.

He walked out of the small little garage area and into what felt like a Living room but for clinically psychotic dead inside mental patients on crack.

You saw a short, equally if not worse scarred-up rat, he was staring intently at the news he was watching, before his ears pinned back, signaling he heard them enter

Whipping his head around he looked the boys up and down before spotting you

He asked his students if that was the bat that they were supposed to bring to draxum

.....

"no....??" the brothers spoke in unison

The rat looked at them and went back to the news, something about a teenage girl getting skinned alive, only thing left was her black hair in two pom poms, you cringed at the words being said.

The four brothers walked into another part of what you assumed was their house, however this part seemed for like a Mad Scientist's wet dream.

They sat you down on the floor and you got a better look

There was surgical tools and engineering equipment everywhere

Suddenly, the purple one, oddly not nearly as roughed up as his brothers, came over to you and studied you

"Definitely Acerodon jubatus" he said blankly

"Alright, who's gonna do the honors of telling them our decision" he looked over at his three brothers, all of which seemed uninterested in saying anything

"Okay, jackasses, I'll say it, We decided that instead of giving you to that Sheep-like freak of nature, You'll stay with us." he stated calmly, as if he was saying it was cold outside and not that he just committed several felonies.

Before you could say anything, he got up and walked over to the surgical equipment, picking up a syringe and walking back over to you

"I don't necessarily need to explain but I will, This is anesthesia, I'm putting you under so I can put a tracker in you." is all you head before blacking out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pls ask me for more endangered (Not necessarily being Bat! Reader)! Mutant readers they're my favorite to do omg

[psychic-refugee]

Prompt: Wednesday allergy to colour.

The new Principal volun-told Wednesday she had to help with Spirit Week decorations. The school colours were Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black. No one seemed to notice how uneasy the vast amount of blue paint that dominated the posters made Wednesday and she was too proud to show any fear.

Wednesday had a legitimate reason for her special grey and black uniform.

Werewolves were vulnerable to silver, aconite, and mountain ash.

Vampires were vulnerable to garlic, any wood to the heart, and their powers did not work while in direct sunlight.

Gorgons were vulnerable to beheadings, mirrors, slowed in the cold, and could be mesmerized by a melody played on a pungi.

Sirens held a fatal weakness against beeswax, the substance Odysseus used to bypass the lure of their song.

Every Outcast had its vulnerability.

The Addamses were a clan onto themselves. They defied death and were rushed into its arms in equal measure. They could survive the electric chair, poisons of all varieties, blunt force trauma; but had succumbed to angry mobs, firing squads, and premature burial, otherwise known as being buried alive.

Most wrote off these deaths as something that had to happen eventually. Others simply thought that they were means of death that no one could possibly survive.

The Addams family secret was that they were blessed by Chaos. No two Addams were vulnerable to the same thing as they were given at random.

If Aunt LaBorgia had been sentenced to hanging or lethal injection, she would have walked it off.

If Uncle Fledge had been before a firing squad, it simply would have tickled.

The Addams that filled their graveyard had succumbed only to their specific vulnerabilities.

Morticia was a Frump witch and vulnerable to iron.

Gomez could be felled by the Cocobolo, a rare tree found in Central America. Luckily, there was an embargo on the wood, and it was prohibitively expensive for most. He did have a cane wrought by the fragrant and red hued wood. He loved to dance with death, and it was a beautiful species.

Pugsly would only succumb to death on a Tuesday of an Odd year in a month ending in Y.

Wednesday was allergic to colour…specifically blue. There were shades of Cyan she could tolerate with naught but watery eyes and a runny nose, but most purples were right out. She was not being hyperbolic when she told Enid that she would break out into hives and the flesh would peel off her bones. Blue felt like battery acid upon her bare skin.

The family told people she was allergic to colour as a strategic red herring. There were eighteen-decillion, that was 18 followed by 33 zeros, known colours in the universe. If someone wanted to harm Wednesday, then they had a good chance an enemy would choose the wrong colour and therefore let Wednesday escape unharmed.

In a turn of bitter irony, Nevermore happened to have one of the most deadly variation of blue in their school uniform. She had to get a uniform specially made for her and had to divulge a legitimate reason for the change.

On any given day, she was not accosted with the colour blue upon her bare skin. She rarely touched anyone, so the regular school uniform rarely got close enough to even make her eyes water in irritation.

The new Headmaster at Nevermore was irritatingly involved in student life, and due to a misunderstanding, Wednesday had dropped a cannon ball on a Satyr who had gotten too handsy, had ordered her to help with Nevermore Spirit Week once they returned from their long break. The school did not have a football team, or any intermural sports team, but they celebrated the school regardless with all the trappings of a Normie Homecoming.

They were in the great hall, the dining tables cleared out and replaced with long tables to accommodate the various craft projects. There were posters, banners, and pom poms aplenty. The Nevermore Raven was painted onto everything that could be pinned down, with splashes with blue and black.

The vast amount of paint, crepe paper, and construction paper in Nevermore Blue made her pulse quicken, so close to death and everyone went about their day. She did her best to work solely with black and kept her face neutral so that no one could tell how close she was to her undoing.

Wednesday Addams never got nervous, she also never showed weakness. She would not be scared off by a primary colour, no matter how painful a death it would subject her to.

It was actually rather inspiring, she wondered how Viper de la Muerte would handle being next to a vat of sulfuric acid.

Xavier was there, and she was uneasy for other reasons.

Social media was soul sucking meaningless affirmation, and she stood by that. Texting, however, was a convenient and efficient way to communicate. She especially liked the blocking feature and how she could delete unnecessarily apps from her phone. She ignored all pleas from Enid to get on whatever vapid app the Werewolf preferred. She really had no desire to post pictures, much less comment on them.

She also suspected her eyes were sensitive to the blue light modern electronic devices gave off, but she would never admit to that. She figured out on her own how to put on a filter.

She actually found that she didn’t mind texting Xavier over the break. He never made a mention of how slowly she responded, and she rather liked how there was no rush to give an answer. She had always had an easier time expressing herself through writing rather than with spoken words.

Xavier was also respectful of her time. He never texted during her quiet time, and he helpfully told her how to disable any incoming texts or calls during certain hours. He also walked her through downloading music she liked. She could admit it was more convenient to have her favorite Mexican musicians play through her phone than cranking a record player.

She still much preferred her typewriter, and still refused to get a computer.

She found out that Xavier was talented at calligraphy. He wrote her beautiful letters in addition to texts. He also drew her lovely portraits and still-lifes of deadly spiders and poisonous flowers. He wrote of how she inspired him, of how he found beauty in the darkest and deadliest of things.

She could admit that his written words and art made her heart flutter. Xavier had also not been good with spoken words, his lousy attempts at warning her against Tyler or expressing his desire for her had failed spectacularly. With his texts and art, he was much more eloquent. She felt like they understood each other much better.

In return, she was inspired to write a short story of a tortured artist who had succumbed to madness and rage, and killed his father. Xavier in turn had drawn his favorite scene, one where the artist, Alexander du Sang, had cut out the still beating heart of his father and used his blood as paint.

If Vincent Thorpe turned up missing or dead, her short story and his drawings would certainly be Exhibits A and B at their trials.

She blushed at the thought of a double murder trial, she had never felt such a way about a boy before.

He understood her disdain for public displays of affection. He kept his distance, but kept his cocky smirk, happy to just be in her presence. He got to know her better over the break, and she had her own language through the minute expressions of her eyes and small smiles that he was becoming fluent in.

He had been roped into helping with Spirit Week, as the most talented artist at Nevermore. The new Headmaster had been told it was Xavier who was responsible for the Raven mural in the quad, and so naturally was recruited to waste his talents on trivial things such as posters.

“I’ve painted so many ravens I may just commit a murder,” he joked as Wednesday held a can of black paint that he used. She didn’t want to be there at all, so she did the bare minimum of appearing to be helping.

“A flock of ravens is called an unkindness.”

“Then it’s unkind to make me do so many,” it was a lame joke, but his smile made something ache in her chest. Xavier smiled enough for the both of them, he figured she found his joke amusing since she didn't openly mock him.

Enid was off on the other side of the hall, ordering many about as she took school spirit seriously. Ever since she finally wolfed out, and had taken down a Hyde at that, she had quickly established dominance of the Werewolf packs. For the most part, the decoration committee was a well-oiled machine and Enid ruled with a fur covered iron fist. If she wanted yards and yards of bunting, she would have it placed exactly where she wanted it, with not even a millimeter of deviation. If she wanted crepe paper roses in black and blue, the wolves would make enough to fill a florist shop.

If she wanted the school crest painted in gold against a backdrop of stripes of Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black, then they would ask how high.

Her exact words were “I want to see it from space,” so the wolves had immediately bought out enough paint to fill the pool Wednesday had released piranhas in to teach some Normies a lesson.

Despite Enid’s firm hold on the wolves, they were a rowdy clan by nature. They followed Enid’s detailed instructions to the letter, but they would do it while rough housing and generally having a good time.

Two wolves thought to use a can of Nevermore Blue as a football and had tossed it to each other, getting further and further apart and in more awkward positions to make the game interesting.

That was until the receiving wolf had missed the catch, and the can had dropped in Wednesday and Xavier’s vicinity.

The can exploded on impact, Xavier hadn’t enough time to even flinch as he was sprayed down with a deluge of blue paint that covered him from head to toe.

When he realized what happened, he was ready to yell at them for not only ruining his uniform, but the mural he had been working on.

His anger had stopped in its tracks when he heard Wednesday scream in agony.

This is a girl who had been stabbed, hit with an arrow, and nearly killed by the reanimated corpse of Jericho’s founder, and he had never heard her scream like that.

Wednesday didn’t even get a chance to yell at the wolves or try to wipe off the muck, she went down and started to convulse.

“Wednesday!” he dropped to his knees, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong.

She had blue paint staining her neck and face, the uniform she wore was a bit oversized and nearly covered her from the neck down. Because she wore the uniform correctly, it had saved her from being doused by the paint on her bare skin for most of her body.

Her normally pristine pale skin had started to turn red and blister, her voice becoming horse from the pain and tears running down her face.

Enid had rushed to her best friend and roommate, she seemed to know what was happening,

“Rolf,” she ordered the fastest wolf in the pack, “go to the nurse’s office and tell them Wednesday Addams has been exposed to colour, she’ll know what that means. Go!”

The wolf obeyed and used his supernatural speed to get help.

“Ajax, call 911. Tell them there is an Outcast having a severe allergic reaction.”

The Gorgon had obeyed as well.

Enid then took a bottle of water that Nevermore had provided for its students. She poured it onto Wednesday in hopes of washing off the paint.

It had only served to spread the paint more and Wednesday had instinctively struck the bottle out of Enid’s hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” tears of remorse pooled in her eyes, her friend was in pain, and she had made things worse.

“What’s happening?” he demanded of the Werewolf, who had seemed to know.

“She’s allergic to colour,” her voice bordering on hysterical, hating to see her friend in such a state.

“What?” that made little to no sense to Xavier. “You mean she’s allergic to dyes or pigments?” He wasn’t aware of what went into Nevermore Blue as it was a specialized colour made just for the school, but they could find out for the paramedics and hospital to know and hopefully know how to deal with.

“I don’t know, her mother just said colour.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he figured that was why Wednesday wore a black and grey uniform instead of the normal Nevermore colours.

“It can’t just be colour, she was fine when those Normie’s had put red paint in the sprinklers at the Rav’n.”

That was a good point, something that Enid hadn’t really thought of at the time. She had been too upset that not only was her outfit ruined, but the Normie boy she had brought had seemingly betrayed her after having a good time, she had thought.

“Wednesday,” he spoke to her gently, “You’ve got to tell us what you’re allergic to. Is it dyes or pigments? Woad, indigo, or ultramarine?” he tried to think of every dye or pigment the paint could have contained. “Is it the binders?”

“Blue,” she weakly said, but the pain of her skin blistering and starting to weep pus and blood had made her face scrunch in agony.

“We know it’s the blue paint, but what in paint are you allergic to?”

Wednesday cried in frustration, they didn’t understand.

“Blue…not allergic…vulnerable.”

Enid did not understand, but Xavier had quickly worked out what she meant. He knew the Addams were singular and unique, even among the Outcast.

“You’re vulnerable…your weakness is to blue?”

Wednesday nodded as speaking was too painful.

“Is it just blue?”

She nodded again.

He worked quickly and gently let Wednesday go, entrusting her to Enid. He headed over to the table that held all the paints.

Enid had been very exacting in what she wanted. The school’s colours had been Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black, and they had those in abundance. Enid had wanted a very specific gold for the school crest and had not been happy with any of the local suppliers. As a result, she and Xavier had worked together to create the gold she wanted, so they had a supply of the other primary colours, in addition to magenta and cyan, with bags of mica to give it a shimmer.

He quickly put together an exact orange, using his knowledge of the colour wheel and hoping it worked.

Enid was confused when Xavier came back with orange paint and was about to yell at someone to ask where the nurse or paramedics were. She had wanted to stop him when it was soon obvious, he planned to put the paint on Wednesday. She worried that he was about to make things worse, but she had recoiled back when she saw that he had a darkness in his eyes she had never seen before.

Ajax had warned her that his roommate had a dark side, getting between him and helping Wednesday had brought that out and she felt a chill run down her back; her inner wolf almost whimpering in submission, anything where he would stop looking at her that way.

It didn’t help that in his anger, all the paintings of ravens around them had started to flap their wings and sinister caws started to echo through the hall.

He gently poured the orange paint where there was visible blue, and by some miracle it was working. Wednesday had sighed in relief and had stopped hyperventilating in pain.

He had neutralized the blue, but the blisters and burns had been left behind. Enid was glad that it hadn’t gotten to the point where her flesh had started to peel off of her bones. The nurse and paramedics had finally come, and no one questioned Xavier when he invited himself to ride along in the ambulance.

“Enid, call her parents and let them know what happened. It’ll be quicker to contact them through the crystal ball. Tell them I’m with her,” he told the Werewolf as he got in the ambulance to go with Wednesday to the hospital. She nodded, so glad he was able to help Wednesday.

“Please text me as soon as she wakes up,” she begged, fear and adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

He promised and the doors were closed, they were on their way to the hospital.

Wednesday Addams was hospitalized for three days. Xavier had been her advocate for proper Outcast care until her parents came. He adamantly kicked out any doctor or nurse who wore blue scrubs. He threw out any blanket or décor that held any hint of the deadly colour. Luckily, blue was not painted on the walls, else they would have found Xavier with a roller brush and a bucket of orange.

They kept her hydrated, gave her pain meds, and Grandmama had come up from New Jersey with a poultice made from witch’s hair and mud from their family swamp. The blisters and open wounds healed nicely, without scars. The only evidence left was a bit of redness which would go away.

They wanted to keep her for another night of observation. Wednesday felt rage, self-pity, and self-disgust that she had shown such weakness in front of her peers and now they were aware of her vulnerability. She barely tolerated her family’s attention, but she had nearly died, again, so perhaps a bit of coddling was therapeutic for them. Enid had come by with a black crocheted blanket and some of Wednesday’s favorite snacks.

Eventually, their concern had become overbearing, and she could no longer bear their presence. She kicked them out and they knew to stay away until she was discharged.

Xavier had gently knocked on her doorframe to let her know he was coming in. He ignored her low growl, slightly amused that she reminded him of an angry kitten.

He came with a gift, however, and soon her mood had lightened.

“I didn’t want to risk your typewriter, so I got you an electronic keyboard with round glass keys like a typewriter with supposedly the same tactile experience. Along with a paper-white tablet, with literally no other function or app other than the writing program.”

It wasn’t a typewriter, but it was the closest equivalent that wouldn’t irritate her. She appreciated that he respected her things enough to simply not take it from her room. She tested the devices, and while it wasn’t the exact same as her typewriter, it would do while she was in the hospital. And it might be a good mobile writing device if she ever wanted to venture outside of her room to write.

“This is…very thoughtful. Thank you,” her features were softened, and she was as closed to relaxed as she got.

He nodded, he understood that Wednesday was not one to be coddled. He brought a chair to her beside, and it reminded him of the first time he spoke with her at Nevermore. They seemed to be attracted to sick beds.

In this instance, he was much closer to her bedside, his side flush against the side of the bed and she was easily within his reach. He suppressed a satisfied smile and his heart ached sweetly when she did not oppose how close he was.

“Most do not understand what happened,” he told her of what was going around in school, he figured she would want to be made aware of who knew of her weakness. “Enid had started a rumor on her blog that the paint had been tampered with by Normies. I think a lot of our peers are highly suggestible, because some swore that I went to the hospital too with burns when I traveled with you. I think some overheard that you were allergic to colour, but not specifically blue. If they do, then I made this for you,” and he handed her palm sized vials with a fine mist pump. They were three varying hues of orange.

“I figure you can carry this with you, like someone who has to carry an Epi-Pen. They should cover warm, neutral, and cool tones to neutralize all shades of blues. Luckily, paint doesn’t really expire, but if they dry up then I can teach you how to mix paints.”

“This is very clever,” she also appreciated that he wasn’t trying to assure her that she was safe. No one was ever safe, it was a truth she knew since she could toddle. He was offering a pragmatic way to save herself if she encountered blue again.

“It’s knowing the colour wheel,” he shrugged, in a rare moment of humility.

“You kept a cool head and came up with a practical solution during a medical emergency. Others would have panicked and possibly made things worse. That is something to be proud of. Most are too brainless to think clearly under normal circumstances.”

That he wasn’t a complete idiot or useless was high praise from Wednesday.

“Then I think you’ll like this next gift. I know you well enough that you’re probably…unhappy, to say the least, that some might know your specific weakness. The truth of it is that every Outcast has a vulnerability. Here is a reminder for them if any idiot forgets that,” he then placed a small pocket knife in her hands.

It was beautifully wrought, a smooth onyx handle with the silver crest of the Addams family and its family credo.

“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc,” she whispered reverently, they were not just mere pretty words. Instinctively she pressed the crest and it gave way, the blade of the knife appeared and it was not a typical metal.

“One half is a silver-iron alloy, the other is lignum vitae wood. It’s supposed to be as hard as iron. The wood is polished with beeswax, and the metal is laced with mirror dust.”

“All the ways to kill the most prominent clans,” her voice hitched, Xavier had managed to understand her in ways that no one has. “How were you able to get this made so quickly?”

“The Thorpes are not as wealthy as the Addamses, but we are well off enough to know that with enough money, it can solve pretty much any problem…Seeing you in pain, learning you had almost died…again…I was inspired and designed this the first night after you got into the hospital. I told the blade maker that money wasn’t an object and he had it made in two days.”

“It’s beautiful,” it was well made on top of aesthetically pleasing.

There was some compulsive, sadistic part of her that no matter how fond of someone she was, she couldn’t help but test them.

“And psychics, does it work on them?” she, quick as lightning, had placed the blade against his throat. A quick slide, from his ear to his jugular, would be cut as easily as butter.

He did not flinch, and he did not cower. He even leaned slightly against the blade, not enough to break his skin, but to show that he was not afraid of her moving it. They were just a breath away from each other.

“Psychics are practically Normie when it comes to vulnerabilities. We easily die in just as many ways as they do…Grandmother Thorpe says it’s the tradeoff for looking so Normie, we can easily blend in and mask ourselves among them.”

Almost chameleons, and probably the greatest tool against the Normie threat. Psychics rarely ever came under direct threat, only when they revealed their powers did they become targets.

She made the mistake of looking into his eyes, a lovely hazel. A perfect mix of brown that reminded her of burial earth, and green, her favorite shade of moss on a tombstone.

As fast as she had placed the blade at his throat, he had placed a hand on her wrist of the hand that held the blade. She felt a sharp spike coming from one of his fingers. She looked down and saw he was wearing a ring she had never seen before.

It was a simple silver band, with what looked to be a small cabochon sapphire. He moved his hand so that it would catch the light, and she noticed a minute air bubble that danced with the movement.

It wasn’t a sapphire, and he gave her a knowing smirk. It was a spiked ring filled with blue, if he pressed any harder, she had no doubt that the spike would pierce her skin and blue dye or ink would get into her bloodstream. It could potentially cause sepsis or any array of allergic reactions, ones she could not easily assuage with the orange dye spray he had gifted her.

She raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I know who you are, you are a scorpion. But I am not a frog, only a fool would think they were ever truly safe with you.”

That was the sweetest and most beautiful thing anyone had ever said about her. And he respected her enough to protect himself from the very real threat she presented. He didn’t have any lofty or idiot ideals of how love would soften her.

She kept the blade at his neck, and she brought her lips to his.

Her first kiss with Tyler had been a moment of carnal weakness. Too much adrenaline surging through her, desperate to find the Hyde. Perhaps she kissed him as some subconscious effort to parse out the real Hyde, and actually wanted to trigger her visions to get her proof.

Kissing Xavier felt like kissing chaos and darkness.

She dropped the knife, and he moved his hand to her face. She did not feel the sharp spike as his large hand and long fingers cradled her cheek. He knew when to be deadly and when to be gentle. She could do the same.

This kiss she did not want to stop, but true to her nature she could not help the nip at his lip that drew blood. He had drawn back in pain, and she feared that perhaps she had gone too far. He smiled, however, manic and dazed. He leaned down to kiss her again, the tang of his blood setting hers aflame.

She did not get a vision, but she saw a future with him.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Gifted Graduation ep 3

Punn, darling, even if Mon didn't have super powers, girls can still lift things. smh.

Looks sus...leaning over to put the bottle of water on top of the electrical equipment...aaaaannd yep, the water spilled all over it.

Ngl, I need to get me one of those wifi boosters though. The signal in the house I'm staying in is terrible.

I think it would be a little unnerving knowing that this new kid, who you're not really sure would approve or support your plans, now knows how to pinpoint your location at any point of the day.

Oh dear. I really hope the gifted gang have warned Time that he shouldn't trust Supot. I can see this going badly...

Oh there're so many untrustworthy characters - and Darin just creeps me out. She's too sickly sweet and pleasant. *shudders* And poor Pom is just sat there watching these two cartoon villains trying to one-up each other.

Why did they need to look for the signal blocker during the exam? Why not earlier? Surely it wouldn't have been moved...especially if it's something they wanted to be able to do to prevent the Gifted sound to be played. They're cutting it fine. Maybe they should have just gone for Pom and the sound system...

Oh look at that, how handy, the first time Grace wears a hair pin it's when it's needed to open a lock.

Omg, poor kid (Time) just needs everything explaining to him. You can't expect him to blindly follow you if you don't tell him what's up. He's close to choosing the director over Pang, and Pang wants him to turn the signal blocker off but he's not being open about why. It's so frustrating.

What is Grace's deal?!? Who is she and what is she there for?!

I wonder at what point Pang will get driven to actually using his powers against Time or someone like him - thus doing the thing he least wants to do -> be like Supot.

If the teachers all confirmed that all the students are in the classrooms, then why are the gifted group not accounted for? Or did Pang mind-control all the teachers into saying they were there when they weren't?

And Oh! look at Wave! Standing up and giving the inspirational speech as though he wasn't the loner who pushed everyone away last season 🥰 Insert growth:gif (written just before Korn's wonderful line "Are you the real Wave?" 😂)

NO! Darin turned it off?! What's her game???

I love (derogative) that Supot is just always chilling in his seat in that big room whenever shit goes down. And I can never tell from his expression (or from what I know of him in the past) whether he knows what's been going on and it's all part of his masterplan or if he truly is being scuppered.

Oh and I love (affectionate) the codenames. I'ma use them from now on too!

The Grade 8 Kid = Pang. The Bodyguard = Mon. The Master = Punn.

No. NO. Do not tell me that this guy. THIS GUY (Supot) is going to end up being the good one. Don't tell Me that The Grade Eight Kid and the rest of the gang are going to regret driving Supot out of the school when the shit hits the fan from Darin and the Minister and realise he actually had their best interests at heart. DO NOT TELL ME THIS. I do not want to like this man.

Oh, okay, he's still going to be around...but the sentiment still stands.

I am more into this show than I thought I would be.

I love that this fight was all about equality/equity for the students in the school. An idealised 'society' but will it work in practice?

Why do none of the students react to their classmates clutching their heads and screaming? But Yas! Third is gifted and of course Grace...but that was obvious... Oh and my guess is Time won't answer that question, he'll throw his chance to be in the Gifted Programme.

And leading on from that, I'd bet that the 'time' The Grade 8 Kid is talking about in his video message isn't the metaphorical passage of time but 'Time' the character. Time is going to be the bad guy, isn't he?

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[i-imade-a-thing]

Amphibia The Hardest Thing Details!

I cried like 3 times this episode and a mess emotionally rn, this one of the greatest cartoon finals I've ever watch. It is such a bittersweet ending and knowing that there won't be another episode is...really hard. I really love this show and all the details and themes put in to it. Here's to one of the greatest cartoon of all time!

Core being the embodiment of not wanting to change, fearing of being irrelevant (idk y but its kinda similar to ss1 hop pop)

Toadie in the crowd is in his old uniform (animation error i guess)

When the camera is turning we can see the amphibian(s) that took care of their respective girls in background (plantars for anne, grime for sasha, olivia yunan and andrias for marcy)

Sasha's design is similar to her beta designs

Anne's boots and crown have leafs theme over it

During the Calamity fight scene, No Big Deal leitmotif is played throughout the fight

The power they use reflect who they are: Anne summoning tennis racket, ball, cats and having leaves aura when summoning stuff....Sasha summoning pom-pom and wings (like her sword) and moving like cheerleader.....Marcy summoning the DND dice, the background being the pin that she gave to andrias and the fluffy character from her fav game, and the explosion being in shape of weapons from her fav movie

Also Anne's cats missile thingy is similar to Andrias' lizard lazer thingy from the last episode

Andrias saying "Something I should've done a long time ago, standing up to you!" parallel Anne during reunion

Plantars, wartwoodians, wally's dad, the small frogs, olms, apothagary, percy and braddock, beatrix, trintorio, newtopian townies, EVERYONE IS HERE!

"you're my everything, you've change my life" "and you've change mine" ;-;

god damn sprig's crying destroyed me

After gaining all stones power, Anne's body start to crack

When Sprig said "Cmon, you'll be ok" he was smiling and coping, hoping everything will be ok

This look exactly like the painting in Anne's room

There's tennis racket, plantars sign, tennis ball as small will mill, the thai-looking post box, small farm, and anne's glowing sowrd

Picture of Plantars, her parents, domino, and her friends, the pen and cane (from Cane Crazy), sprig's figurines, the plushie (from the domino effect) and figurine (from froggy little christmas) that sprig made, the tea pot (from hopping mall), glowing stars from her room, donut pillow (from beginning of the end), the lamp having butterfly theme, her curtain having the flame pattern (similar to her ss3a outfit), and the wallpaper being leaf pattern

Anne seems to born in 2007

When Anne chat with the Guardian, music box's theme is played

"I have my whole life ahead of me to make bad choice and learn good lesson from them," kinda summarize ss1

DOMINO IS THE ALPHA AND OMEGA (mentioned adventure in catsitting)

Anne gonna lived up to 91 years old lol

Frobo learning not to tackle hug ppl this time, also Anne's theme played

The girls receive the crown with the same color as their gem

When Marcy receive her crown, Marcy's theme played

YUNANLIVIA CANON

Andrias is surprise that Marcy somewhat still care for him

When Sasha start crying after receiving the crown, Sasha's theme played

Sasha still cares about Percy and Braddock

During the scene where Anne said goodbye to Plantars, Anne's theme played

HOP POP CALLING ANNE HIS GRANDDAUGHTER

"Family always finds each other" (from The Day at Aquarium)

"Spranne against the world" is the final message between Anne and Sprig

I will not emotionally recover from this

Andrias having Barrel's warhammer, Leif's pin, Marcy's pin, and leaves in his beard(similar to anne)

Triple B can be seen helping Andrias regrow plants

The dude that was kidnap by dragonfly in the first ep is still up there lmao, also that scene playout similar to first ep: camera panning down on Stumpy's and Wally leaving

Stumpy's now serve Thai Tea Pancakes with maggots

Bog & the boys now have job as moving junk & service with Jacinda (kinda make sense since, u know they move stuff out of wartwood back in ss1)

Polly have a wrench in her pocket

Chuck now have a Tulip Emporium

Jeremy is now with the other mushroom (in a pot)

GRIME BEARD

BESSIE AND JOE HAD KIDS

HOP POP KEPT HIS AVOCADOS

Hop Pop and Sylvia hanging out~

Bunch of callbacks/reference: moss man, Amphibia theme song lyrics, domino 1 & 2, calamity anne form, cursed Anne, roadtrip arc map, anne's leaf, tomato monster, grub hog, Thai Go, and the runes that we never even figure out what the letter "v" and "z" is

The hidden continent Ivy mentioned later seems to be on west of mainland

Ivy still abushing Sprig...and got the red seashell to match sprig's blue moon shell~

When Ivy talked about hidden continent, Anne's theme played

Anne Boonchuy's statue sign also said: "We miss you, girl!"

Marcy having Sakura(naruto) and Bakugo(my hero academia) keychain

Sasha having the 2 swords symbol on her jacket, the 2 swords keychain, bi heart sticker, and her guitar sticker

Marcy is a web comic artist!?

Sasha is a kid therapist!?

Anne having leaf pattern scrunchie

Anne's theme playing in her monologue

each species exhibit reflect Amphibia: frog's modeled after Plantar's house, toad's after Toad tower, newt's after newtopia, and olms after Proteus

End credit stuff:

The end credit cycle from Marcy's theme to Sasha's then to Anne's

Anne's tennis racket, Sasha's pink sword, and Marcy's crossbow was placed where they left Amphibia

Toad tower never seems to be rebuild....plus there's plants growing on it now

จบบริบูรณ์....which means "The End"

Also notice how Anne's is in middle of the picture now

Annnnd that's the end of the show! This show is surely smth special! Can't believe we spent 4 years with this show and seeing it from beginning to end is just...quiet bittersweet. Seeing how everything came together and make this master piece is just, WOW. I really hope we can see these characters and this world some day again in the future, but for now it's time for a rest.

On other notes, thank you for reading the Amphibia Details posts throughout the show lifespan, I really do enjoy looking for details in each episode and cherish everything the crew gave us. So, once again, thank you, and I hope we see each other again in some random post in the future.

...

Also I've been crying for around 6 hours straight my eyes feel so dry AHHHHHHHH-

[antiloreolympus]

9 Anti LO Asks

1. Alright I get exaggeration in drawing characters and maybe I just noticed but Hades ears look huge in the latest chapters????? I draw myself but it’s so noticeable and huge it looks terrible. Also the shade of red of Persephones eyes looks terrible, she should have done like a pale red or just not do “red eyes for coolness” it just looks terrible and doesn’t add anything to Persephone design at the end of the day

2. Like I still do enjoy bits and pieces of LO, I’m interested to know how it’s gonna end, but Im just constantly disappointed in the writing now 

3. I’m the latest non fast pass chapter I still can’t take Persphone seriously. Idk if it’s the writing or whatever but RS just puts certain plot points at a halt. The last cliff hanger “am I a fertility goddess” and in the next chapter We don’t get answers we’re looking for might as well of not made that a cliff hanger if Demeter want going to give us much. Persphone asking if a fertility goddess means there’s a “few extra carrots” was the dumbest line. Was she being sarcastic? I can’t tell because the fascial expressions are often drawn a little weird. If Persphone is the “straight A” smart student she is, I would think she’d have more critical thinkng skills of why Demeter is hiding the fertility goddess status. Idk I think if RS is gonna write cliff hangers like that she should make sure those questions get answered not dodged or else Dont hype that scene up

4. Oook I have a wicked dumb theory that’s either far from happening or ACTUALLY happening. So remember in that one episode where RS left open another can of worms in ep. 148 at the very end where Kronos was a whole ass skeleton just saying “well well well”. I think that Persephone’s gonna turn giant again and maybe try to fight Kronos if he escapes and she might be all like “YoU cAnT hUrT hIm AnYmOrE!!” And judging by the art style, it’s gonna look goofy as hell and it’s gonna be another “yasaas queen gettem!!!” Moment. I can’t with this goofy ass comic Dx

5. lmao you guys werent kidding about the pom pin, it looks so out of place and passed on. its literally a circle with some spikes on top, how is that so hard to draw a few times over? my god rachel is lazy and overworking her poor team. then again their names arent on it, so why would they care if its bad? let rachel take the fall for it.

6. its not even an ancient greece thing but rather basic history that the rich and powerful did not wear white, their MO was always to show off they had money to afford fancy threads and dyes, so they'd always want colors and elaborate designs instead of undecorated white. maybe shes trying to base it off marble statues, but its well known by now that even those were brightly painted and colonizers from england actually whitewashed them for an aesthetic, so idk where her research is in any of this.

7. idk man maybe its just me but youd think a series that is trying to force a glamorous idea would actually put in the effort for the clothes to look nice, but instead theyre all just boring flat cloth and thats it. no pattens, no accessories, not even interesting cuts or folds or even different colors instead of "white" (its just pink or grey) or black. even in the beginning it tried to make up for it with sparkles to give the illusion of shine, but now it doesnt even bother with that.

8. White didn't even become a thing for brides until Queen Victoria was married in 1840, thousands of years after the timeframe of LO, so why would they have that symbolism in Persephone? More so, as other anon pointed out, Greek weddings especially loved yellow and reds for brides, so why would she be in plain white? Then again the gods of LO somehow have Versailles and 1980s American fashion before either country existed, so RS doesn't care to be accurate in mythology or basic history it seems.

-----FP Spoilers-----

9. Very true on the FP stuff. I think comedic use of a person being a bit jealous of their partners closeness to another can usually be done fine when it’s used not too seriously and the topic is moved on from quickly., but hades instead is just so mean and cruel to hermes for what, having an actual chemistry and friendship with persephone that wasn’t forced on by others and with her dependent on him? esp Bc we know how violently possessive hades is of her for no reason, so what could have been playful jealousy under a better writer is instead him being an asshole about it. persephone being jealous over hera was not done well but it at least made a little sense in the context (doesn’t make it good context) and she didn’t lash out at the people in question, but hades just looks like he’s legit angry persephone has a life and relationships outside of him. i think Rachel was going for “romantically possessive” (which isn’t romantic but go off) but instead he just looks like a creep.

[b--tchcraft]

𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 // 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊+𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

( this was meant to be an open starter but somehow ended up becoming like an open-ended self-para? so please feel free to reply and don’t worry about matching length at all, i just really went in on the descriptive language and somehow ended up at almost 1k words )

A black buttoned mini skirt, an open leather swing coat, a clear vinyl crossbody that shifted colors in the light, a new set of gel pens, a marbled white Macbook Air sheathed in a matching sleeve tucked underneath her arm, a chrome Lifeproof phone case, a three-inch binder with its sheer front cover stuffed with dried flowers and motivational quotes, plus a spiral-bound notebook with You Glow Girl! calligraphed in loopy gold glitter,  a star-shaped highlighter pen with 5 different color tips that all had been used already, a self-defense keychain with a whistle, a small can of pepper spray, a pull-pin high-frequency alarm, and a pocket knife discreetly folded to look like a house key—you know, just in case—all obscured by a fluffy white pom-pom charm with a dangling rhinestone T, and, of course, the perfect shade of berry red lipstick. Terri MacGregor was armed for battle. 

Of course, Degrassi Community School wasn’t exactly a warzone, but even with her morning dose of Valium and the chamomile latte she had with breakfast, to Terri, it kind of felt like one.

Flipping her oversized square sunglasses atop of her head and squinting through the cat-eye lashes she’d glued on four times to get right, she scanned the marquee at the mouth of the entrance for headlines on the current events, what the school was already up to upon her arrival. Re-arrival. With it already being a month into the semester with lessons well underway, she knew that nothing was new about this schoolyear to anyone else anymore. But it still wasn’t any less strange to be starting fresh without the traditional “Welcome Back, Panthers!” bullshit she was used to seeing on her first days of classes. 

Technically, Terri didn’t start until next week, even though her name was already starting to show up on attendance. She doubted anyone noticed since the grade she’d grown up with were all seniors now and, having missed a year of, well, everything, Terri had to re-enter Degrassi as a junior again. It bummed her out, but she made up for it with all the extracurriculars she was allowed into; the fashion club, drama club, even power squad despite the fact that she missed the initial cutoff for tryouts. It was a sympathy perk for sure, but it was one she didn’t mind taking advantage of. Nevertheless, she knew that given the nature of her absence (and how long it went on for), her reemergence was bound to turn heads—and she was determined to turn them for all the right reasons. Going through what she went through and coming out on top was like the rebirth of a phoenix in Terri’s, and with the flashy upgrade to her wardrobe and endless makeup tutorials she watched all summer to get her face beat for the gods, she was ready to look the part. It’s not every day you have the chance to make a comeback, so she wanted to make one hell of a good one. 

...She just wanted to get it out of the way before she had homework to worry about.

It was hard to tell if the chill down her spine was just a byproduct of the butterflies in her tummy or a complete lack of body heat her retained by her ensemble. Her long jacket was warm in theory, sure, but she obviously couldn’t have it closed because it would hide her outfit. Beneath, she wore a cropped black bustier over that long-sleeved mesh mockneck with the blue clouds-n-cherubs print everyone seemed to own these days, and the combat boots that matched, plus a pair of ribbed black knee socks held up by the clips of their garters. Every last detail was planned: two pairs of hoop earrings, a wide velvet choker, even the acrylic nails she usually kept short were shaped long and narrow, frosted with a shimmery periwinkle reminiscent of eyeshadow from the 90’s—which she actually had on as well, centered in the halo of a cut-crease eye look she had been perfecting for months. Her clip-in extensions were even painstakingly curled and brushed out so that they flowed effortlessly past her shoulders. There was this empowering sort of vanity she was playing with these days, and she loved it. She loved that she got excited to see herself in new lights. She loved that she felt good when she looked in the mirror, from all angles, before she left the house

She just didn’t love how cold she felt right now.

Her lips pressed firmly together as she eyed the school building, nostalgic yet nervous, laying one hand over the next to spin the metal beads on around the fidget ring she wore on her thumb. It was a grounding habit that she learned to combat nerves or recalibrate dissociation. The little beads, themselves, were also made of hematite, which was said to ward off anxiety itself, so she liked that as well. Naturally, she was anxious. It was inevitable that gossip would ignite because “Terri MacGregor is back at Degrassi”. 

She just wanted to be in control of what people would say next.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, out her mouth, and repeating, she took a moment to adjust her hemlines and smooth down her hair, checking the front camera on her phone to make sure there was no lipstick on her teeth or baby hairs out of place. Nodding to herself with a forced confidence, she switched into autopilot and strode up the front steps, practically throwing the door open so she could casually slip inside to make her grand debut.

[gimbledim]

hi, i have a pinned post now! hey folks. heres a little about me! yall can call me cap, caden, gd, whatever you please. refer to me as he/him or they/them.

be aware that i am an adult, so i may post some ~saucy things now and again. if you're a young one, please scroll with caution! also spooky things, theyre a common occurrence here.

also, i keep track of my content mostly for self reference, but you can always ask me to tag specific things! current are as follows:

#hello gordon -HLVRAI

#pom of power - Hades

#cube lads - Dream SMP

#dot mov, #dot gif, #dot html, #dot wav - media tags for video, gifs, links, and audio posts, respectively

#cat tag, #cute tag, #laugh rule, #good art #nsfw - general content tags

[goldicthehedgefox]

I found the Pin Post Button

so here's the obligatory ☆*~ Pinned Post of Knowledge ~*☆

The name's Goldic, GoldictheHedgefox, but y'all can just call me Goldic. Genderfluid, Ace, and homo to the highest degree, I'm the local dumbass night owl that sometimes misreads things and runs this blog that's about 90% reblogs and shitposts. I post actual things too, but it usually gets buried under the reblogs.

When I'm not reblogging a mountain of shitposts and memes, I tend to post about: My art - which usually consists of doodles of my ocs and sometimes fanart My interests - usually being whatever the hell I'm currently into (which is Dragon Ball atm), but my general interests include Sonic, Yu-Gi-Oh, art, and cats. Random Cursed Thoughts I think of - just. because

I also tend to ramble in the tags, so that's a thing you could read when you're bored-

Anyway, here's all the Main Tags that I use on my blog: - #goldic's drawings, it's my art tag, all the doodles I've posted have it - #goldic's draconic legends, this is the tag I use to keep track of my Dragon Ball Legends posts - #goldic's link to duel and #goldic's master dueling, these are the tags I use to keep track of Duel Links and Master Duel - #goldic's ramblings or #goldic rambles, yunno, for posts I ramble on - #goldic's operations, this is the tag I use to keep track of Arknights - #important and/or #spread this, I usually slap these on posts I want to give a signal boost but other times they're just there to store it for later - #save for later, speaking of storage, this tag consists of useful and interesting things I found and wanted to, well, save for later - #w h e e ze (in various forms and capitalizations, but this is the most common variant), which is usually slapped on posts that I think are really funny - #Thrakkymor, named after the fictional world I made that most of my ocs live on, this tag keeps track of the things related to that, be it the ocs themselves or neat world-building things that I thought of

and some Shameless Plugs: - Rosé Ramblings, my Dragon Ball side blog themed around Goku Black - Toyhouse, which helps me keep track of my pile of ocs - Thrakkymor, the world most of those ocs live on - aaaaaand Twitch, because streaming is fun despite me not doing it very often, hell yeah

Got questions or things you wanna talk about? Throw 'em in the Ask Box, I love throwing my knowledge and opinions at people when they let me~

[crashynews]

It looks like Numskull (Rubber Road) is bringing all-new Crash Bandicoot merchandise for this year featuring a drastic new design style, not resembling anything else aside from the recently soft-launched mobile game that we’ve seen around February and April. Remember the two merchandise pieces that they leaked?

Yup, two of these are now known of what they are, thanks to this first look, from mugs, pins, apparel, gadgets, caps (given the pirate theme and the style). Please note that this does not indicate when exactly we will see the brand-new game. These have an estimated placeholder release date of “Summer 2020”, with an order deadline of June 11, 2020 (11.06.2020).

Note that the merchandise production and distribution is affected by the Coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic around the globe, so be patient about their release and shipment.

All these items listed above are coming soon, they are as follows:

Pins/Keychains:

Rubber Keychain: 5056280421955, Ref #42195

Pin Kings 1.1: 5056280421924, Ref #42192 – As seen from this teaser tweet

Pin Kings 1.2: 5056280421931, Ref #42193

Pin Kings 1.3: 5056280421948, Ref #42194

Mugs/Cups:

Pint Glass Cup: 5056280421979, Ref #42197

Large 20oz Mug: 5056280421962, Ref #42196

Caps/Hats:

Premium Pattern Snapback: 5056280421795, Ref #42179

Embroidered Snapback: 5056280421788, Ref #42178

Apparel:

Gift Pack – Mug/Socks: 5056280421993, Ref #42199

Gift Pack – Scarf/Beanie: 5056280421986, Ref #42198

Oil Wash Crash Tee Shirt/T-Shirt:

Small – 5056280421870, Ref #42187

Medium – 5056280421887, Ref #42188

Large – 5056280421894, Ref #42189

Aku Aku Tee Shirt/T-Shirt:

Small – 5056280421818, Ref #42181

Medium – 5056280421825, Ref #42182

Large – 5056280421832, Ref #42183

Gadgets/Displays:

High Quality 3D Statue: 5056280422037, Ref #42203

Desk/Wall Mounted 3D Lamp: 5056280422020, Ref #42202 – As seen from this teaser tweet

Crash LED charge cable with 2 Thumb Grips: 5056280422013, Ref #42201

Gaming Locker: 5056280422006, Ref #42200

That’s all there is, for now, you can have a look at the gallery of all the merchandise and the links from the source(s) list below.

Source(s): Blackfire

Gallery:

Descriptions:

High Quality 3D Statue

• Dimensions: 177.8mm x 160.5mm (7” x 6.3”) • Made from high quality PVC material • Exact replica of Crash Bandicoot in modern cheeky selfie pose • High level detail and textures • Hand painted • Includes stone replica base

Desk/Wall Mounted 3D Lamp

• 3D moulded lamp featuring Crash face popping out • Can be sat on your desk or shelf, alternatively can be wall mounted. • On / Off switch plus free micro usb cable for power • 3 x AA Battery Powered (batteries not included)

Crash LED charge cable with 2 Thumb Grips

• 1.5m / 5ft Micro USB Charge cable that lights up! • Beautiful LED light flows through the cable whilst charging • Compatible with PS4 and Xbox controllers • Also works with other Micro USB devices such as smart phones and tablets • Comes complete with 2 x rubber thumb grips for PS4 or Xbox controllers

Crash Bandicoot Gaming Locker

• Holds up to 10 PS4 or Xbox games and movies • Hang up to 4 controllers • Securely holds your headphones on the top • Bottom draw for cables, remotes and other equipment • Front doors that open and close, with cool Crash Bandicoot branding

Gift Pack – Mug/Socks

• Gift pack set including: – One Size Socks: fit most adults due to stretchable cotton material – Ceramic mug with 360ml /12oz capacity

Gift Pack – Scarf/Beanie

• Gift pack set including: – knitted Crash branded scarf – knitted Crash branded beanie with pom pom. Magic Jaquard Print. 100% Soft Acrylic Yarn. One Size fits all.

Crash Bandicoot Pint Glass

• Orange pint glass • Pint Size = 20oz / 568ml • Features an illustration of Crash • Made from premium recyclable glass

Crash Bandicoot Large 20oz Mug

• Made from high quality ceramic • Features graphic of Crash & Coco • Capacity 568ml/20oz

Crash Bandicoot Rubber Keychain

• Premium quality rubber keyring • Stylised graphic of Crash • Well priced for impulse purchase • 55mm x 53mm (2.17” x 2.09”)

Crash Bandicoot Pin Kings

• Sets with 2x premium metal & enamel pins. Highly Collectible. Each volume numbered with future additions still to come.

• Set 1: Crash 32.5mm x 39mm (1.52” x 1.54”), Coco 35mm x 34.8mm (1.38” x 1.37”) • Set 2: N-Gin 38mm x 36mm (1.5” x 1.42”), Neo Cortex 28.6mm x 39mm (1.13” x 1.54”) • Set 3: Tawna 34mm x 32.2mm (1.34” x 1.27”), Dingodile 39mm x 26mm (1.54” x 1.02”)

T-Shirt – Oil Wash Crash

• Oil washed finished • 100% cotton premium tee • High quality screen print to front

T-Shirt – Aku Aku

• 100% cotton premium tee • High quality screen print to front

Crash Bandicoot Premium Pattern Snapback

• Flat brim snapback • Screenprinted graphic on front with pattern on bill & sides • Teal colouring on underside of peak

Crash Bandicoot Embroidered Snapback

• Flat brim snapback. • High quality 3D embroidered crash head on the front. • Embroidered Crash logo on the back. • Orange colouring on underside of peak.

First look: Brand New Crash Bandicoot merchandise with a new style by Numskull Designs It looks like Numskull (Rubber Road) is bringing all-new Crash Bandicoot merchandise for this year featuring a drastic new design style, not resembling anything else aside from the recently soft-launched mobile game that we've seen around February and April.

[hotchupacabrasinmyarea]

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

can be used for RP  &&  non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen

1. FIRST NAME  : cline 

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF  : i can’t drink tea. it’s not that i dislike it, there’s some tea flavors that are really good! but tea...drinking it, being around it for too long (as in i can’t go into a fucking teavanna for v long)...it makes my head fuzzy and i start feeling dizzy so i have to sit down. it seems apple cider has a similar effect, but it’s worse when it’s hot. and it’s definitely not the caffeine bc i subsist on caffeine. but like i don’t know if “fresh air” helps bc my best friend dragged me to teavanna at a mall and even when i left the store and sat down on a bench it took me a WHILE to even begin feeling better. don’t know what it is! 

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON  : i...hm. i don’t really know what i find attractive in real people? because it’s pretty all over the place. fictional characters is like... glasses, long hair, and women who can kill me

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF  : i am a highly picky eater so i don’t know i actually have smth that fits this, but probably potatoes...and i have an issue where my body doesn’t like eating things after having them for a while so!! 

5. A FOOD YOU HATE  : cabbage. mushrooms. bacon. tomatoes. don’t like most steaks, either. 

6. GUILTY PLEASURE  :  i feel guilty for every pleasurable thing i do so joke’s on you but i sure love collecting pins and my father gives me shit for it!!!

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN  :  ask my partner and they will tell you--i hate shirts. so honestly? my underwear LMAO. otherwise comfy shirts and softe pants. 

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS  : ooc--serious relationships. ic--depends on the muse. date here is “what he thinks are flings but turn into serious relationships” honestly. 

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE  ,  WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE  : hahahaha boi this is a question you should Never ask me. if it was something that i could Change No Matter What? then that’d be my mom dying. if it’s smth that’s dependent upon my own power then i would’ve just...idk. ig talked to her abt some stuff that i need answers to and also say goodbye properly. 

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON  :  very!!! esp when i’ve had alcohol then i tell my friends how much i love them repeatedly 

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN  :  barbie princess and the pauper barbie princess and the pauper barbie princess and the pau

12. FAVORITE BOOK  :  oh damn. i haven’t like, actually read a book in so long. i would probably say....dealing with dragons tho, the first book in the enchanted forest chronicles. 

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE  : i just want a cat. and a dog. i want a POM. i know this is supposed to probs be like for exotic pets but even in a world where i can acquire one--not happening. 

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS   (  IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG  ,  YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL  )  : okay umm...hm. top ships rn on date are just date/yomiel, date/kite, date/anna--they’re ALL GOOD. but ough otherwise? sunshine cupcake, fluri, wrightworth, science richass, and juleezen the moon is beautiful tonight. what are half of those ships you ask? it is a mystery ;)

15. PIE OR CAKE  : hmm...i think i like more cakes than i like pies ngl

16. FAVORITE SCENT  :  pink. just. just pink. i went to bath and body works and bought p much every pink soap i could find. 

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH  :  lynda carter probably 

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO  : hmm...i would like to go to japan. but only if my partner is with me. 

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT  :  introverted as HELL. i go thru long periods of no human interaction and i build up my energy and then expend it all at once and then i have to go home and die. 

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY  : nnnnot really when it comes to horror. but irl? i hear a strange noise late at night or if i’m alone? a man raises his voice? i’m in fuckin fight or flight mode baybee

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID  : android bc it’s. the only type of phone i’ve had gksehgh

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES  : yea. like so many. (gestures @ aitsf??) i like visual novels, jrpgs, and calm shit like animal crossing & story of seasons. literally like. all my current muses (and strongest in reserve muses) are from viddy games. also if i don’t answer ur messages assume i’m either playing pocket camp or sleeping. 

23. DREAM JOB  : 50s housewife. which...is very similar to what sanchan mun said HM. i would love to be an author deadass. and childhood me yells “ballerina” in my ear. but i haven’t done ballet since preschool rip...

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS  :  i would...buy myself and my partner a cute lil house. and some pets. and save for our singular child. and also pay for our wedding. and donate to all my friends who need it...

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE  : matoba seiji? it’s on fucking sight. 

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER  : on god? i feel like quite a few. but there’s one in particular that’s a very cursed...VERY CURSED series and i don’t want to admit to it. 

TAGGED BY  :  sandalphon! 

TAGGING  : Y O U 

[loveforpreserumsteve]

The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Part One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)

Sixty-Five:

It felt like a sauna, Steve decided. Hot and steamy as the cocoon fully formed around his body. Only once it was solid did Steve remember that he was claustrophobic. A fact that meant nothing now. Even if Steve could feel his heart racing rapidly in his chest as though it was determined to burst right out of his chest. Then, it felt like it had.

A searing, blinding pain shot right through his heart. Feeling as though a spear had pierced right through his cocoon and directly into his organ. More tears fell down his face at the pain. Heart stuttering and beating out of its normal rhythm. Was his heart… growing?

"Don't be such a Grinch," Bucky playfully pouted. Thirteen years old, Steve wanted nothing more than to nibble on Bucky's lower lip. Wondering what he tasted like. Especially when Bucky opened another blue raspberry candy cane and popped it in his mouth.

Blushing, Steve ducked his head. Bucky was his best friend, he wasn't supposed to think about him like that. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, Steve scoffed, "You don't even celebrate Christmas. What difference does it make if I wear an ugly sweater?"

"Because it's fun," Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, teasing a smile out of Steve. Armed with a hot glue gun, Bucky leaned back over the sweater that he was working on. Unlike the sweater meant for himself, Bucky glued pom poms around the collar of Steve's sweater instead of the tinsel.

Sitting up, Bucky examined his work. His gaze was appreciative and he nodded approvingly at the sweater. Telling Steve, "You're gonna look real cute in this."

Steve's breath hitched as another spear of pain pierced through his lungs. Even though he had just gotten the sensation of fully filling his lungs with air, he had already grown attached to it. Now, he didn't know how to handle it. How was he supposed to breath? How had he done so before? He needed --

"Breathe," Bucky encouraged, holding Steve's inhaler in one hand and the back of Steve's neck with the other.

With his mouth wrapped around the device, he inhaled when Bucky pushed the button down. A puff of medication hit the back of his throat, but Steve couldn't breathe. He wanted to yell at Bucky that he couldn't breathe because of him. But he couldn't get enough air into his lungs to make any sound but a wheeze.

"You're okay," Bucky reassured, once Steve took in a shaky breath. Bucky smoothed his hand down Steve's back, comforting him the way that Steve had always wished he would. At fourteen, Steve hadn't expected dating Bucky to be so encompassing.

Not just his heart and his lungs, but pain rippled down his back. Excruciatingly straightening his scoliosis riddled spine. Steve could feel his body stretching like clay as his metamorphosis finally set in. Gaining inches to his height and broadness to his shoulders.

But it didn't stop there.

Although he was aching and in agony, there was an underlying euphoria that started coating his body. Stretching taut over his skin and burrowing deep into his forming muscles. Pleasure started taking place of his suffering, just like a caress.

Bucky's large hands stroked up Steve's frail frame, setting fire to him. Steve had never experienced such strong pleasure before in his life. Feeling Bucky's lips on his skin and having Bucky's strong arms holding him close. Steve felt alive. Knowing that he was put on this Earth to love --

Bucky, was the name on his mind. It was only ever Bucky.

Power marinated his bones. Real power. Power and strength that Steve had never known before coursed through his veins. Steve knew that it was time. His time. And he'd be damned if he didn't use this new brawn to help his loved ones.

So, Steve did just that.

It started with tingles. Pins and needles that replaced the numbness that had taken over his body. Something familiar, like after a limb fell asleep and was trying to wake up. That's what Steve felt like. As though he was finally waking up after being numb for so long.

The sensation grew more and more until there was nowhere else for it to go, but out. Pushing the energy outward, the cocoon started to shake. Rattling from the sheer power vibrating from Steve, the stone-like shell began to crack. All it needed was an extra push.

Concentrating on getting out and saving the people he cared the most about, Steve flexed his abilities like a rubber band, until it finally broke the cocoon. However, Steve hadn't expected the amount of energy that he had building inside of him and he tumbled forward.

Off balance, Steve's knee slammed into the pristine tiles while his elbow smacked against the edge of the desk. In pain, Steve took in a sharp breath through his teeth and cursed, "Fuck."

Rubbing at his bruised funny bone, Steve noticed the new bulge to his arms. How long his legs were now. The way his sweater was still ill-fitting, just not the way that it had been before. It took Steve a moment to realize that his clothes were too small. Of course, he probably would've been able to notice that earlier, if his sight wasn't so blurry.

Looking around, Steve expected to find his glasses on the floor. Only, he hadn't taken his glasses off to begin with. Reaching up, Steve felt his glasses were still on his face. Eyes widening, Steve removed his glasses. For the first time in his entire life, not needing them.

Perhaps Steve would've freaked out a bit more, but Steve had no time to waste. Standing too quickly, Steve swayed in his lightheadedness. Thankfully, he recovered faster than normal, and he started for the door.

Ripping the door off the hinges, Steve winced and leaned the door up against the wall before racing down the hallway. Moving faster than he ever had in his life, without even feeling the slightest bit winded. Sure, Steve knew that a terrigenesis bestowed health and power. But he had no idea just how amazing he would --

Not the time, Steve reminded himself, taking the stairs two at a time.

Racing right out the door, Steve jumped the concrete steps entirely, and nearly hit the truck in his haste. Skidding to a stop, Steve knocked his knee on the passenger door, startling Teddy.

Wide eyed and slack jawed, Teddy stared at Steve as he climbed into the passenger seat. When Teddy didn't start the engine, Steve looked over at him and encouraged, "C'mon, let's go."

"Steve?!" Teddy questioned, his eyes widening even more as though now he recognized the near-Adonis boy sitting in the cab of the truck beside him. Still shocked, he asked, "What the hell happened to you?"

Steve looked down at his lap and blew out his breath in a puff, "You wouldn't believe me, if I told you."

When Teddy made no move to start driving, Steve looked over and ordered, "C'mon, let's go! We don't have time to just sit around!"

"Right," Teddy agreed, facing the front and finally starting the truck.

[sieben9]

“where bluebirds fly” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

OK, first of all, a happy New Year, everyone! Hope the holidays treated you well.

And now, I will begin this impressions post by indulging in a weird food metaphor. It's been a while, I think I can afford one.

So, I do not like zucchini. At all. And really, it's not just "dislike", but all-out "the taste makes me puke" hatred.

This means that if a dish contains zucchini in any noticeable amount, I will not like that dish. I will probably not eat that dish. I can see it's good food, and that you put a lot of effort into it, and I'm sure it will taste wonderful--as long as you like zucchini.

pictured: someone who likes zucchini. metaphorically speaking.

Do you see where I'm going with this, yet?

More under the cut. (Don't worry, no more vegetables from here on out. Just some green people. Well. Person.)

So: this was a really good episode. Like, really, really good. I was impressed. It was well-structured, the flashback didn't distract, but add to the atmosphere, the sideplot was kept short and poignant, and the central character underwent some serious development.

Out of all the Zelena-centrics, I like this episode the most, hands down. But, well... Guess where the problem lies.

Like I said, she underwent some major development, most obvious in the fact that she stayed behind to fix the shit she helped break. (It's not entirely her fault the Black Fairy used her magic to power up the Crystals of Doom, but at least half her fault, I'd say). Considering her main character flaw, that's a huge step. And not only did she fix the crystal fiasco, she did it by giving up her magic. Something that very clearly terrified her, as the flashback showed. Instead of giving up the chance of human connections for her magic, she made the opposite choice this time. Good for her.

::sigh:: Look, sometimes you just don’t like the zucchini. It’s not a big deal.

One thing I have to say though: considering they didn't grow up together, Regina and Zelena sure have that sisterly bickering down to a [x].

Also, I have a question: why didn't they just poof out of that mine? Is that explained? I mean, I have a headcanon explanation, but I feel like I must have missed something.

And over in the sideplot...

You know, last season, I would have said that Emma wouldn’t be caught dead in one of these, but the recent wardrobe changes make me nervous. Please let this turn into a Magrat thing where she marries in the tattered remnants of her wedding dress that are poking out under the battle armor she had to put on to drive a bunch of meddling elves out of her home. Please, show. I'm begging over here. I may not be a fan of the couple, but at least let them have a proper wedding, if you’re gonna do it. (Also, taking bets, except not really because all of you already know what’s going to happen: wedding before, after, or during the finale? I’m hoping “during”, but I have some good arguments for the other two, as well.)

This plotline also had one of the most effective gut-punches of the episode, and maybe the season: Snow and David's little moment/not-quite-argument outside of the town hall. David worrying that they're rushing Emma into something she wouldn't really want for herself, and Snow being so scared that they--or worse, Emma--might not be around for the wedding if they don't... ouch. Just. Damn. I sometimes forget why I like this show so much (yes, still do, shush), but it’s moments like this that bring it all back. It’s just such a human moment, and some good, good acting.

Over in the other sideplot…

guys, she’s literally as helpful asleep as she is awake; don’t bother!

Yay, Blue is awake. ::the most unenthusiastic pom-pom wave:: OK, seriously though, I’m kind of glad Rumbelle don’t have to “hide” the woman in the back room anymore. That must have been awkward as all hell. I’m also glad nobody tried to pin the blame on Rumple, despite things really not looking great if taken out of context.

(And oh, that bit where Belle says she doesn’t want them to lose any more time with Gideon to the Black Fairy... my heart. I am not OK, please send fluff.)

By the way, am I the only one who breathed the biggest sigh of relief when Belle said “you couldn’t have known your mother was pulling the strings”? Because I did. I mean, damn, someone not blaming Rumple for everything that goes wrong? It’s such a novel experience! (To be fair, at least 65% of things are at least partly his direct fault, so it’s novel for several reasons)

And so, we’re left with the dramatic promise of next week being the villain-backstory episode.

and right on schedule for the finale, too

Mind you, it would have to be one hell of a backstory to make me sympathise with the child kidnapper/torturer even a little, but I’m definitely curious.