#also yes the murals of the self inserts are very much inspired by the ones in SU

[niles-rainbow-room]

So, Aquamarine exists…

…but what if it didn’t?

What if Nile Marie Sullivan didn’t work with Pinky and the Brain, wether it be her will or not.

That’s where Obsidian comes in.

Obsidian follows an alternate version of the Aquamarine story where instead Snowball and Julia are using Nile in order to take over the world. Pinky and the Brain still left the lab, but they’re forced to live in an abandoned house rather than with Nile.

She goes by Nile Sullivan instead of using her middle name as her last name in hopes that someone will find her. She’s not allowed to wear the usual outfit with bright colors and an expressive shirt.

Billie also stops by and pretends like she’s helping her (but she’s really not)

And, seeing as this is another sona, we’ve got to introduce them to the others! I’ll cover that in the next post… >:)

[subtlereferencetomyinterests]

The Ballroom

Ao3,  MasterPost

Relationships: Roceit

I know how to write Roman, in theory. In practice, it takes hours to get right. And yet, I love him. Oh! And I actually remembered to insert the italics this time, so, you’re welcome :3.

Warnings: Self-Doubt, Delusions/Hallucinations (they r not that bad), slight Trust Issues (Janus, obvs), Established Relationships, First ‘i love you’, Mentions of Greek Mythology, References to Musicals (Hadestown Hadestown Hadestown!! they sing Wedding Song together ok??), and I vaguely imply that Roman has ADHD because of course I do. 

Word count: 2,443

Every side had a room. Duh, common knowledge. The inhabitants of the Mindscape constantly barged in and out of each other’s domains without so much as a knock, usually to no more reaction than an irritated sigh. It wasn’t like it was a big deal to anyone, much like an actual family. If a trait wanted absolute privacy, well, they always had somewhere else to retreat to.

Thus brings us to the Extensions. It was well understood that you never visited one without express permission from the side who owned it. They were entirely personal settings, specific to the ‘individual’ that used it. The Extensions shifted and changed over time, just as each side’s representation, outlook, and even definition changed, but there had been a certain consistency upheld throughout the last three or four years. 

Roman’s was a theater, beautiful and ornate with a high-ceiling and perfect lighting, which of course always followed him. Logan’s was a planetarium, allowing the user to view any part of the night sky, and providing essentially all known information on astrology for those that wanted it. Patton had a garden, always filled with fresh produce and hundreds of different types of flowers; humble fountains and birdbaths were dotted along the narrow brick path that ran through the large space, at which he could often be found resting with a bunch of chrysanthemums. Remus’ was, predictably, a museum filled with almost innumerable odd and grotesque objects and devices from history- it also served as an art gallery, on occasion, offering a strange sort of beauty. Virgil’s had changed the most over the years, but it had seemed to settle on something of a vinyl record library, complete with bean bag chairs to lounge in while you listened: perfectly fitting for the hipster emo that he was at heart.

And that left Janus. Of course, no one besides the snake himself had ever seen his Extension, and for a good long time he’d intended it to stay that way. It was his business and nobody else’s- why should he want to invite someone into such a personal environment? 

But then he went and made the mistake of falling for just the someone to answer that rhetorical question. Someone who would surely be overjoyed to see it, and whom Janus loved dearly enough to maybe possibly let him.

It was a ballroom. Obviously Roman would love something like that. 

When Janus first began contemplating showing his boyfriend the Extension, he’d wanted to do something along the lines of a masquerade. He quickly deemed it excessive for Roman’s first visit, though. Just a standard setting, then! But, no, Janus didn’t want to have any of his prop people distracting his very easily distracted partner, so that was out of the question. So he would stay simple. Simple didn’t get a big reaction. Simple could be brushed under the rug if it went somehow awry (and was also less likely to go awry). Simple let him breathe.

Yet somehow it remained terrifying. Honestly, Deceit was second-guessing letting Roman in even as he was leading them down the lengthy hallway, feeling regret clawing at him with each muffled thump of his heeled boots on the carpet. 

“I want to show you something.”

“Oh? And what would that be, Loveliest Lie of All?” 

“You’ll see when we get there. Come along, before I change my mind.”

Janus extended a gloved hand, which Roman took with enthusiasm. He was raring to go without even the slightest idea what they were doing. It was a hopelessly endearing quality. 

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll love it but half as much as you.”

“Only half?” Janus teased, narrowly avoiding returning the ‘L’ word, yet again (he wanted to, God did he want to, but the word died on his tongue every time).

Roman didn’t bat an eye at his deflection, merely leaning forward with a sappy smile.

“Naturally; nothing can match you, my dear.”

Yeah, no, he was committed now. This was, without a doubt, happening. Janus continued to lead his boyfriend along the hall, fielding all questions until they finally came upon the door. It was far taller than the ones around it, colored a bright canary-yellow. The trait took a deep breath and turned to Roman, whose face was bright with recognition as to what kind of entryway this was.

“This is your-”

“Yes.”

“You’re really going to show me-”

“Yes.”

“Oh,” Roman traced a hand down the door frame, as if it would shatter at a firmer touch. His eyes were wide with excitement, a grin stretching across his lips.

Janus felt as though his stomach were doing cartwheels.

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” It was a genuine question; Deceit was open to suggestions for reasons to wait. But Roman clearly hadn’t picked up on the hesitance, too caught up in his own exuberance. 

Janus took a deep breath. He pulled the door open, and the two sides were immediately enveloped by brilliant golden light.

The ballroom was a showy place, which mightn’t have seemed to be the deceitful trait’s nature, at first glance- but, oh, did Janus adore just a dash of gaudiness. 

Roman already knew this about him. Roman knew a lot of things that took a careful eye and a lot of trust. 

Janus took the first step forward, holding Creativity’s hand in his and leading him into the baroque construct. The door snapped shut behind them, leaving them in glowing light cast down from crystalline chandeliers. Above them arched the ceiling, displaying murals of greek myths in perfect detail. The paintings danced and shifted around each other, even moving down the walls, as they played out dozens of ancient stories. It was like an animated oil painting, however impossible that would sound to a real human. 

Soft music filled the ballroom, drifting around the pair. Janus usually dressed his Extension up with fake guests; people of his own design for him to talk and laugh with. It felt safe, reassuring even, to be completely in control of things, including your compatriots. But now, the room was empty, save for him and his real guest. Janus turned his gaze back to Roman, trying to disguise his nervousness.

“Well?” 

Roman crosses his arms over his chest. He clicks his tongue, giving the surroundings a sweeping glance. At best, he’s unimpressed, at worst, he’s outright disdainful. 

“All that buildup, really, for this? What is even the point of such an Extension, Janus?” Roman’s intricately designed shoes clack against the hardwood floor as he further examines the room. He stops in the center, whirling to face Janus. “I’d hoped that this big reveal would make up for all of your other failings as a partner, but I suppose you’re just fated to disappoint me! And it took you months to show me this waste of architecture? Now, that’s just pathetic.”

With a scoff, Roman leaves. 

The scene Janus had unconsciously played came to an abrupt end. He staggered, blinking his eyes back into focus. Roman wasn’t looking down at him, gaze cold and unwavering; rather, he was spinning around the room as he drank in the decorations. He quite looked like he’d never had a malicious thought in his entire life, joyful as he was.

“Oh, Jay, this is gorgeous! Not as much as you, of course- but it is just astounding,” he beamed at Janus, who offered a smirk in return and rolled his mismatched eyes (though he could feel the human side of his face flush bright at the compliment). Before he had a proper response, however, Roman’s gaze caught on something behind him. The trait crossed the room in just a few strides. 

“Is that…?”

Janus turned on his heel and followed, his eyes landing on the painting that distracted his prince. The tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, a colorful-yet-accurate depiction, ‘painted’ in a somewhat impressionist style. It was easily one of Janus’ favorite myths; evidently Roman was a fan just the same. 

“I’m glad you like it,” the honesty was bitter on his tongue. It was well worth it. “I find mythology inspiring, to say the least.” 

Creativity ran his hand along the mural, a giddy laugh escaping him. Without the slightest of warnings, he spun around and grabbed one of Janus’ hands in both of his.

“Lover, tell me, if you can- who’s gonna buy the wedding bands? Times being what they are. Hard and getting harder all the time,” his singing was elated and bubbly, the lilt of one well-familiar with the lyrics he recited. Janus laughed and leaned into his partner. 

“You want to be Eurydice?”

“Just play along!” 

Janus sighed, far too fond for the exasperation he’d been aiming for, and pulled Roman in close. He settled his hands at The Prince’s hips, leading them in a mostly formless dance.

“Lover, when I sing my song, all the rivers sing along. And they're gonna break their banks for me, to lay their gold around my feet. All a-flashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand. The river’s gonna give us the wedding bands,” once, Roman had told him his voice was honey, slow and sweet. That conversation came back to him, bringing a lanquidity to his singing just so he could soak in the lovestruck expression it earned him. 

“Lover, tell me, if you're able, who's gonna lay the wedding table? Times being what they are. Dark and getting darker all the time.”

Their simply patterned steps led them in wide circles around the room. Janus subconsciously let the jazz that usually rang across his ballroom slip away, only to be replaced with the instrumentals to their ballad. 

“Lover, when I sing my song, All the trees gonna sing along, And bend their branches down to me, To lay their fruit around my feet. The almond and the apple, And the sugar from the maple. The trees gonna lay the wedding table.” 

And so on they continued for the song’s duration- taking their turns with the lyrics, eyes only for each other despite the beauty of their surroundings.

When Janus reached the last line, he drew out the note until his voice faded to nothing more than a lingering hum of the tune. Softly, his standard background music returned to accompany them as the remnants of their duet slipped away. 

They eased to a gentle sway. Roman dropped his head onto Janus’ shoulder with a sigh.

“Thank you.”

“What for, my dear?”

“Bringing me here. Trusting me,” Creativity mumbled into his collar. 

“Of course,” Janus whispered, letting go of the side’s hips to properly wrap his arms around him. 

Roman raised his head, just enough to look Deceit in the eyes. 

“I love you,” he announced, open and honest and completely unexpectant- everything that Janus wasn’t. It was the same way he always said it; with a fierceness as though he was proving his point in an argument, yet somehow remaining gentle and caring. A mere statement, one that never even hinted at a need for response. It simply was, a fact thrown into the world with reckless abandon. 

Nothing terrified Janus more. But, between the duet and Roman’s reaction to the Extension, Janus felt something a bit more foreign than fear welling in him. 

Bravery.

“I love you, too.”

Roman pulls back from their embrace, a cruel laugh falling from his lips. He fixes Janus with a patronizing glare.

“Oh, you love me, do you? You sure know how to show it,” he taunts, backing further away from the snake. There is something dark that glints behind his eyes. “I only tell you that I love you a million times a day, to radio silence, and it’s only now you deign to reciprocate? Barely any fanfare, as though such a confession alone makes up for all the doubt you’ve brought me?”

Janus tries to speak, to make use of and flaunt his eloquence, to orchestrate those perfect sentences to craft himself some semblance of a defense. But all he can do is choke. 

“I don’t know why I ever expected better from you. It’s obvious that you can’t change, Deceit.”

And Roman leaves. 

Except he didn’t. It wasn’t real. Janus squeezed his eyes shut for just a second, blinking them open to see the real Roman- who, thankfully, seemed to be too preoccupied to take note of his… episode.

Roman was wide-eyed, completely still in Janus’ arms. He tilted back, and for a petrifying second the deceitful side thought he really was going to let go, but thankfully he didn’t go far. The Prince gripped tightly to Janus’ shoulders, holding on as if to keep himself steady. He let out a shaky laugh- soft and reverent and nothing like his nightmare version’s cackle. Because he wasn’t that, despite what Deceit’s mistrusting mind would try to convince him. 

“You said it,” Roman said at last, his voice small but his smile wide.

“I’m aware,” finally, am I right? Janus bit his tongue on that. I’m sorry, he couldn’t find the strength to say. I mean it, I’ve meant it for so long, please believe me, also went unspoken. What he settled on was:

“This is the easiest thing in the world for me.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Why? You tell me-” a shiver chased down his back, “-you tell me you love me a million times a day.”

“Yes, I do that. I suppose it’s just in my nature, after all. Regardless, it would be wrong of me to expect you act like me, because you’re you. And ‘you’ happens to be someone I love very, very much.”

Janus let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. 

“... I love you, too.”

Roman chuckled, bonking his nose against Janus’ affectionately.

“Two in one day? I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

“Shut up, I’m only to make up for lost time. Don’t get used to it.”

“Of course not, my love.” 

Janus sighed- relief, mostly, but infatuation crept its way into the sound. He picked up humming to the light melodies that played, resuming the swaying movements that had been forgotten in the face of confessions. Roman followed his lead, his grin delightfully infectious. 

“We should get back soon,” the artistic trait admitted, sounding very much like he considered it someone else’s problem- one that he did not intend on concerning himself with, at that. Janus hummed, feigning deep thought. He let his head fall against Roman’s shoulder, eyes falling closed as he responded. 

“Just one more song, Darling?” 

“Oh, if you insist.”

“Insist I do.” 

Roman stayed.

@shrimp-crockpot

[scithemodestmermaid]

Thoughts on Detective Pikachu (SPOILERS VERSION)

So in this post, I will be discussing (in this order) background Pokemon, the Greninjas, that scene from the trailers where the ground is going crazy, Bulbasaur march, Bill Nighy, Mewtwo, a huge plot twist, a spoiler character, and another huge plot twist.

So if you don’t want to go into the movie knowing anything about any of this, which i highly recommend, then DO NOT READ PAST THIS PAGE BREAK.  IF YOU ARE ON A WEB BROWSER THAT DOES NOT DO PAGE BREAKS, SCROLL AS FAST AS YOU CAN UNTIL YOU GET TO WHATEVER THE NET POST ON YOUR DASH IS.

I’d keep all this to myself until the movie’s been out longer, but I have to talk about it now or else I will explode.

Also keep in mind, I haven’t played the actual Detective Pikachu game, so if this stuff was in that game already and I’m talking about it like its so original and its annoying you, then I apologize beforehand.

Background Pokemon: basically, what you see in the trailers and promo spots is what there is.  I mean, there’s photos of others (like Totodile, who’s lookin reeeeally weird) and artistic representations (Geodude and Natu show up on an Ancient Egyptian-styled mural) and such.  But other than that, it’s just the same few critters over and over and over.  It gets ridiculous near the end of the movie, when there’s just, like, twenty Sneasels in one shot.  But you know what, the quality of the individual models more than makes up for the quantity, I suppose.

The Greninjas: these guys in the first trailer were what sold the movie concept for me, and I am so proud of my creepy drugged-up assassin frogs.  They were genuinely disturbing and threatening, and made for great minor antagonists.  Except...they’re barely in it.  Maybe for, like, five minutes.  They’re introduced (via jump scare), they’re released, they kidnap the news girl, they chase the main characters into the forest, they get beat up by Psyduck.  Not counting all their background scene appearances (yes, there’s good frogs in the movie as well, its just the bad frogs were the advertised ones), they’re barely there.  I feel cheated slightly.  Still, my fave starter made quite an impression and were friggin astounding.  Also, one of the best models in the movie.

Crazy Ground: so my prediction was that it would be one giant Torterra doing all that, ever since that one trailer that revealed Torterras model was revealed.  I was wrong.  It is seven giant Torterras in one of the most awe-inspiring visual sequences I have ever experienced in a movie theater.  I’m not exactly a fan of Sinnoh, but oh my gosh you guys are on to something them turtles are astounding.  And it took me a very long time to figure out how Pikachu got knocked out, basically he gets bumped in the chest by a rock and almost dies.  Makes no sense, until you remember Pikachus are weak to Ground.  Anyway, that leads to the Bulbasaurs.

Bulbasaur March: those angels.  Those beautiful puppies.  Those precious little creatures.  Were working for Mewtwo the whole time, which completely took me off guard cuz I was expecting the healer to be a Venusaur.

Bill Nighy and the Huge Plot Twist, Part 1: fitting that his Eevee evolved into a Flareon, which is now pretty much associated with being a False Prophet.  The kindly fellow turned out to be the bad guy, seeing Pokemon as the final evolution of human beings and wanting to heal not only his own frail body but everyone else’s.  Which then starts the third act, which is basically “Bill Nighy’s Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Self-Insert Fanfiction.”  Starring Bill Nighy as Mewtwo.  And you realize this when he transfers his brain to Mewtwo, who then grins.  Like, full-on slasher smile.  And then he talks.  Like, not psychically, he moves his friggin mouth and its the first time i have ever seen Mewtwo lip-synced and its honesty kind of uncanny and disturbing, but also very well animated and Bill Nighy’s power-trip voice acting is so good.  Bill Nighy just did so good as the main antagonist.

Huge Plot Twist, Part 2: but you know what, this might be one of my favorite plot twists ever put to family cinema.  In this current attitude of needing to subvert expectations, most directors miss the part where you need to replace that expectation with something better (not looking at anyone in particular, Rian Johnson, anyway).  The movie sets up the twist as Bill Nighy is the kindly old mentor who needs to stop his arrogant son from ruining everything.  Any normal family movie would just run with that.  But here, they subvert that twist by making the twist be that the kindly old mentor is actually a crazed power-mad furry megalomaniac.  THAT IS HOW YOU SUBVERT EXPECTATIONS.  YOU LOOK AT THE CONTEXT OF YOUR FILM AND YOUR AUDIENCE, AND YOU WRITE SOMETHING THAT THEY EXPECT, AND REPLACE IT WITH A MORE SATISFYING TWIST.

Mewtwo: he’s voiced by two people I had not heard of previously (Kotaro Watanabe, who apparently voiced him in XY according to IMDB?, and Rina Hoshiro).  Their voices are layered on each other, but mostly masculine, but also predominately aetherial, and its like ASMR just listening to him talk.  And the trailers and vectors do not do him justice, he is so friggin handsome in this film.  He is intimidating and mysterious, but patient and kind as well.  And he smiles.  Not Billtwo’s creepy slasher smile, no that’s not what I’m talking about here.  He smiles, so small but so sweetly.  And basically, my confused childhood crush on him is back but its not confusing any longer, I can’t deny it, I-frigin-fuc-I just-no-yes I-FRAG I fell in love with Mewtwo.  Thanks, Rob Letterman.  Also, my mom’s wise words sum him up here as well: “I always knew he was a good boy.”  Anyway, that rumor I heard about them considering making a Mewtwo movie better be true, I need that in my life.  Although he IS the same Mewtwo from the very first Pokemon movie, so I guess the remake that’s coming out is technically his movie?  But still, I want one with his design HERE.

The Spoiler Character: is Miss Norman, the dominatrix Ditto (also maybe Missingno, that’s a theory I read and I like it).  Now, Ditto technically was already spoiled in the TCG, but still.  It’s a creepy little brat, it can turn into any human or Pokemon whether said human or Pokemon is in its line of sight, and its a freak of nature even amongst Dittos.  And the Ditto eyes on humans?  Oh gosh get that away from meeeee.  The biggest downside is that she’s going to kick off a whole slew of fanart that I don’t know if I want to see, and considering I’m stating that after stating my crush on Mewtwo then that’s something.

The Other Big Plot Twist: You all called it.  Detective Pikachu is Tim’s dad.  And Ryan Reynolds just shows up at the end of the movie, he and Tim have rekindled their father/son relationship, but he doesn’t remember what all happened and the Pikachu can no longer speak.  So I have no idea how a Detective Pikachu 2 would even work at this point, but the ending was so sweet that I will just let this go.

AAAAAAND THATS IT FROM ME.  whew.  glad i didn’t explode.