#and tango (perplexed)

[astronomodome]

This is one of the streams ever. Please guess what he’s trying to do here because 3 redstoners and bdubs can’t figure it out

[hmshermitcraft]

Pearl, Etho, and Tango’s relationship started with the two men under the impression that all three of them were dating already while Pearl thought she was just hopelessly crushing on her fellow postal employees who were in a relationship.

Their communication probably could have been better but in Tango’s defense, he did literally refer to the fact that he and Pearl ate lunch together every day as “dates” to her face and she did end all of them with kissing him on the cheek or forehead. And in Etho’s defense, him and Pearl had taken up cuddling after they were done practicing for The Club That They Can’t Talk About, her face pressed up into his neck and his arms wrapped around her tightly, still breathing heavily from their dance with death. They thought it was pretty obvious that Pearl was their girlfriend. They hadn’t kissed her yet, sure, but maybe she just wasn’t all that into kissing. So much of what they did was touchy in other ways, casual clinging and cuddling and gentle touches, that maybe she just didn’t like that particular thing all that much. Most of the server had figured it out as well, and they took the way Pearl seemed to turn bright red at the mention of her ‘boyfriends’ to just mean that she was shy about it.

Needless to say, when Tango finally kissed Pearl on the lips at the end of lunch one day. It had been a particularly stressful day, and Tango had a habit of clinging close to her when he could tell she stressed. All morning he had stuck to his desk in the Post Office proper, occasionally reaching over to rub her shoulder while she did paper work or offer encouraging words while she painstakingly made new stamps (hand painted!). It wasn’t some grand gesture. She went to kiss him on the cheek as usual, and instead he turned his face to give her a proper kiss. A few seconds later he broke it off and with a “Keep it up, Pearlie. I love you,” and he was on his way to find Etho in the nether to do maintenance. Pearl thought she was about to be the reason her friends broke up. She was so shocked she couldn’t even say anything to Tango, just touched her mouth in disbelief like the kiss could go away at any second while he went back to his work.

Pearl hated it. She loved it. She had been crushing on Tango all season, yes, but she didn’t want this at the expense of Etho! She needed to tell Etho, she knew that. If he chose to break up with Tango over this it would be devastating for both of them, but it should be his choice.

So she invited Etho over to the brawlroom and after a couple of rounds (both of which he won, she felt bad going full tilt knowing what she was about to tell him), she sat Etho down in their score room and just said it.

“Tango kissed me today,” Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes locked on Etho’s. He just titled his head, looking for all the world like he was confused. “Like, on the mouth,”

“Oh, are you okay with that now? If not, we can talk to him,” Etho pulled down his mask to get a sip of water, casually, as if Pearl hadn’t just told him his boyfriend had kissed someone else. And wait. What?

“Okay with it? He’s your boyfriend?” It was Pearl’s turn to look very confused. Etho just shrugged, perplexing her further.

“He’s yours too, I know we don’t normally do the whole ‘polycule chat’ thing but if kissing is a boundary we want to respect it,” He looked so serious and so awkward and out of his depth that Pearl couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Sorry, what? Are we a polycule?” Etho’s eyes widened.

“You didn’t know?!?”

Needless to say, Etho and Tango did not break up. And Pearl got a lot of quality boyfriend time in compensation now that she actually KNEW they were dating. She could have been kissing them this whole time!

They really, really should have done more polycule chats. It's an impressive level of obliviousness by all parties involved and something they're going to laugh about for some time.

[dumbbitch-academy]

Tango de Erizo (Sonadow)

Sonic X Shadow

WC: 3.2k

Suggestive 18+ MDNI

Summary: Sonic and crew have a fun night at the bar only for a certain hedgehog to show up. Really Gay Tango happens as a result.

Contains: Chasing, Tango dancing, Knuxouge is alive and well, cussing, Suggestive, First kiss, embarrassment, Amy is a matchmaker, Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic are brothers, alcohol consumption, love confessions, aged-up characters.

A/N: So I had posted this Sonadow fic to my AO3 a few weeks back and just decided today to post this here. It is my first Sonadow fic so you know...heh. I also would like to mention my AO3 sometimes has fics before I post them here like in this case. So check it out maybe idk choose your own adventure! Anyways, please enjoy some gay shenanigans!

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The music was loud, the base could be felt thrumming through his chest with every step he took deeper and deeper into the dance hall. He could feel the heat start to envelop him, the intense energy of bodies colliding and swaying to the music all around him. He smirked, lips pulling up in amusement as he watched on. 

Sonic had been pulled by the rest of his friends, mainly Amy who got the boys to go out that night, into a very lively nightclub. One that was known for being more on the sensual side of things. Tails of course had stayed home, he was old enough to have gone with him just turning 19 after all just a few months ago, but he had a project that just had to get finished and was calling his name. That left Amy and her other two best friends, Sonic and Knuckles, to show up at this nightclub.

“Wow Ames, you sure know some cool places!” Sonic called out over the loud music as they made their way to the bar. “Thanks, Sonic! Rouge told me about this place a few months ago and we honestly deserve a break, she thinks we will all have fun tonight,” Amy responded as she moved to sit on one of the bar stools, Knuckles and Sonic standing on either side of her. 

Speaking of Knuckles and Sonic, they both looked up at each other with a perplexed expression. Rouge? They both seemed to ask each other nonverbally. It was no secret that the brothers both had feelings for either Rouge herself or one very grumpy best friend of hers. “Amy what the hell do you mean ‘SHE’ thinks we will all have fun tonight?” Knuckles pleaded his question, with Sonic nodding in agreement, what the hell did you just do to us Amy? 

Amy ignored the look of panic and called a bartender over to the trio’s spot at the bar and placed her order for a fruity cocktail , “Boys? What do you want to order?” Knuckles immediately looked from her to Sonic and then the bartender, “Whiskey, neat”. Sonic shook his head and asked the bartender for his usual favorite cocktail. 

As they drank their beverages, Sonic was deep in thought, what if he saw him tonight? Here? No. Shadow wasn’t the type of guy to come out to a place like this. He was going to be fine. Knuckles on the other hand would face the full brunt of whatever fresh hell Amy and Rouge was planning for them this whole time. He could relax, drink a few drinks tonight, as he listened to Amy and Knuckles argue about Amy tricking them. She knew of course that the boys were a lost cause when it came to this sort of stuff. Both head over heels for the other two they were thinking about and she, ever the matchmaker, just could not sit back and watch any longer. Nope! 

Sonic called and ordered another drink after he nervously downed the first one. It was about half way down the second drink he heard it, Rouge calling out to the group with her signature voice no one could mistake. The moment of truth was about to come to fruition and he braced himself for any number of outcomes. He turned on his heels and felt the fur on the back of his neck rise and his cheeks heat up, stomach suddenly a butterfly hatchery. There the dynamic duo stood, Rouge herself and linking arms with none other than that annoyingly hot and grumpy hedgehog. Shadow. Shit. 

“Well hiya there, anyone know where a girl can get something to drink in a place like this?” Rouge moved away from Shadow who easily unlinked their arms and stood there as he went to smooth out his outfit. Rouge gave a very giddy Amy and in shock Sonic a hug and moved to slide right in between her and Knuckles, close up to him with her elbow resting on the bar with her cheek resting on the curled knuckles of her elegant gloved hand. “The bar, you are standing at, too close to me,” Knuckles responded, which he totally meant to sound more confident but those glittery eyelashes slowly blinking up at him caused his voice to falter just a touch, much to his embarrassment. 

Sonic was in the same boat. He couldn’t take his eyes off Shadow even if he tried. His leather jacket fitted to him perfectly showed off his curves and bold shoulders. His eyes, no doubt Rouge’s influence, sported a gorgeous red glitter across his eyelids. His face in his usual scowl as he stared right back at Sonic. Shadow looked him down once, right back at his face, and scoffed. “Faker,” Shadow nodded at Sonic. Sonic gulped more of his drink and steeled his resolve. “Hey Shads, didn’t expect to see you in a place where fun is encouraged.” Shadow grunted at him, but Sonic could have sworn it was more of a laugh as Shadow moved past him to give Amy a hug, and a very abysmally coping Knuckles a fist bump. 

 Sonic watched the other hedgehog move to the bar between him and Amy and as he leaned in to order his own drink, Sonic caught Amy looking at him with raised eyebrows and a shit eating grin. Fucking Amy. Sonic while still smirking enlarged his eyes to ask her “What the actual fuck Ames”. Amy snorted, which caught Shadow’s attention, and he looked over at her, “Everything okay, Amy?” She nodded and flicked her eyebrow subtly as she looked down into her glass bringing it up to sip, “Oh I am just fine, Shadow… You know, Sonic was telling me earlier how much he was looking forward to Tango night here. Said he wanted to get practice in while he was loose enough t-” She was caught off early by Sonic violently choking at her choice of words. Everyone, from Shadow all the way down to Knuckles stopped what they were doing and stared at Sonic. He quickly straightened up and smiled an embarrassed smile with red cheeks to match. “Sorry guys! Must have swallowed an ice chip! Haha!” Rouge and Knuckles snorted at him and went back to their own conversation, which seemed to have been heated from what Sonic was able to overhear. Shadow groaned and shook his head, “Honestly hedgehog, you are so weird.” Sonic decided he was still one drink away from being where he wanted to be so he ignored Shadow’s comment and ordered yet another drink. Third one’s a charm and all right? 

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As the night went on, Sonic got more comfortable and allowed himself to really enjoy the others’ company. He was here to enjoy himself after all. He had found himself in a rather competitive conversation with Shadow about who would be able to dance the best once the Tango music began. “Just face it Shads, my footwork has always had an edge over yours.” He was a few drinks in, but that gave him the courage to openly flirt with the beautiful hedgehog he was currently leaning in perhaps just a bit too much, not that Shadow himself wasn’t also leaning in, elbow anchored to the bar as his upper torso craned ever so gently towards Sonic. 

“Sonic, I don’t think it has ever occurred to you that footwork is not the only aspect to dance. There is body posture, emotion, and something you sorely lack, discipline. I am sure you will just make a fool out of yourself like you always do, Faker,” Shadow egged Sonic on. He knew what he was doing. Get that blue idiot right where he wanted him. The game was fun, always had been. But Shadow, not unlike Sonic, had acknowledged something had changed between them. Their races they engaged in had led to a different kind of chase. One that Shadow fully intended on catching the prey, his prize. That blue fucking idiot. Sonic stiffened and he had balled fists straight down his sides as he was mere centimeters away from Shadow’s face. “I am disciplined where it counts, and don’t even get me started on my emotions,” Sonic squinted his eyes the closer he got to Shadow, who did not move away, didn’t change his expression, just looked down his nose at Sonic’s emerald eyes. Shadow let his eyes flick down to Sonic’s lips and back up to his eyes. Sonic smirked, leaning in closer and closer. “I think I am interested in your emotions, Sonic,” Shadow stayed where he was, he had him. 

Right as Sonic opened his mouth for whatever smartass response that wasn’t fully formed yet, he was cut off by a sudden change in music and lighting. The whole group looked up and turned their heads as a disembodied voice echoed across the dance hall, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! One and all! Welcome to Tango night! We want sugar and spice! Play nice! Or not, we won’t judge~”  and with that announcement, the dance hall lights went to an even more moodier red and blues, the music became sensual and driving a good beat. The crowd around them cheered in unison as couples grabbed each other and made their way to the dance floor. Rouge had already grabbed Knuckles and dragged his two left feet behind her. Shadow and Sonic however did not notice any of this, instead as soon as the overhead announcement had finished, they returned to their original close positions, now both scowling at each other. Amy from the other side of Shadow raised her eyebrows at the two, this was going to get interesting. 

Without a word, Shadow grabbed Sonic’s hand roughly, and the blue hedgehog quickly downed the rest of his drink and allowed himself to be wordlessly led to the dance floor, smirking at the back of Shadow’s head the whole way. Once the pair reached the dance floor, Shadow twirled Sonic around faster than the other had been expecting and caused him to trip, but was caught by Shadow, and Sonic landed face first into that immaculate chest fluff. In this position, he could feel Shadow laugh two chuckles, but Sonic was never one to lose. He was going to win their dance. Is that even how this shit works? He didn’t fucking care that is how it was going to work tonight. He straightened up and grabbed Shadow by the waist and hand, and pushed Shadow away. He was going to have to work for this. Sonic immediately began to sway his hips, his facial expression serious, eyes searing into Shadow’s own. The black hedgehog, taking the que, began his own rendition of his chase through dance. One step he took to Sonic, Sonic would take one step back, yet moved his arms and hands in a seductive cascade around him, come and get me. Shadow reached out his arm, and Sonic smirked, taking Shadow’s hand and letting Shadow twirl him. Sonic ended the twirl facing out, arm not holding Shadow fully extended out which he used as momentum to bring himself back, landing in Shadow’s ready arms. Their foreheads pressed against one another, eyes boring into each other. Their feet moved them around the floor in a crisp pattern, feet kicking around each other every so often, showing off to themselves and other mobians around them that this was their dance. Shadow shot out the hand holding onto Sonic’s and with that used it to lunge down, a leg kicking out behind him, Sonic followed and as they moved in a circle, Sonic smirked a short fang up at his dance partner. After their low circle, Sonic used this opportunity to push off of Shadow’s chest, his arms outstretched behind him as he took languid long steps away from Shadow, moving his hips side to side slowly, enticing the black hedgehog. Shadow stepped in time with Sonic’s own feet, hips swaying to match. He grabbed the outstretched hand and used it to bring Sonic twirling back to himself, picking up the blue hedgehog’s thigh, and wrapping his leg around his own. Shadow, still making searing eye contact did notice Sonic’s tail wagging incredibly fast behind him. Shadow smirked, but his eyes didn’t totally match the smirk, there was a sense of pride found within them, he was dancing with Sonic, showing everyone just who was his equal and no one else. Sonic leaned back head dropping, exposing his neck and chest, while he held on to Shadow’s shoulder with one hand, the other outstretched behind him flourishing movements as he let Shadow slowly step backwards, Sonic’s unhooked leg trailing behind him, while Shadow dragged them sharply across the dance floor. He then leaned forward into Sonic’s chest, and in a flash of absolute bravery, peppered kisses up Sonic’s peach chest and up his neck, as he brought Sonic back up to stand. Sonic growled as he came back up completely, forehead resting against Shadow’s once again. He brought both hands up to frame Shadow’s face, closed his eyes and pressed their noses together briefly before sharply moving away, keeping an arm out. He knew Shadow wasn’t going to give up, and smirked at a random mobian girl as he felt Shadow grip his gloved hand and move around him, taking Sonic’s hand and waist, and led them into sharp steps across the dance floor, both looking forward but watching each other out of the corner of their eyes, eyelids low. 

They had not really noticed the crowd around them the entire time, or rather at this point, lack thereof. All other mobians had stepped aside to gawk at the couple completely in awe. While Shadow was usually one to avoid being the center of attention, there was something extremely powerful and liberating in having everyone see and acknowledge just who was chasing and currently had Sonic in his grasp. With this feeling of superiority, he moved Sonic around and twirled him, he could hear the current song coming to its end. He had to give Sonic a spectacular finish to a spectacular dance. With this feeling in him, he flicked Sonic’s thigh up again and wrapped his leg around his once again, holding onto his lower back where Sonic’s tail was still wagging a million miles a minute and tickling the edge of his hand. Shadow outstretched their joined hands out and leaned Sonic back, Shadow’s own leg not wrapped jutting out sharply to add balance. Sonic’s unwrapped leg moving out too, mirroring Shadow’s. The music ended in a raging crescendo and with the final moments the slower notes dancing around the couple’s heavily breathing forms, the crowd cheered at the conclusion of their dance. But they stayed like that, eyes never leaving each other’s. The gap between their faces closing faster and faster by the second. 

Neither knew who made the final distance close but neither really cared, as their eyes closed and their lips met with searing heat, in a not so chaste kiss. The kiss only lasted for seconds, but that was all it took. They broke from each other, eyes wide open, both hedgehogs blushing at each other. Holy shit I just kissed him. Wait…Was our first kiss really in front of everyone??? 

It was then that the cheers reached booming level, threatening to overpower the next song beginning its first notes. They quickly stood up awkwardly as if they had not just had the whole dance hall watch them have a rather heated dance together. Shadow, amidst the cheers, looked back at Sonic and flashed away in golden light leaving Sonic by himself. Sonic groaned and awkwardly waved and smiled at the others as he made his way back to his group of friends. 

“Wow Blue, color me impressed, didn’t know you were hiding all of that, now I’m kinda jealous of my dear roommate,” Rouge slurred out holding onto Knuckles’ shoulders. The red echidna upon hearing this shot the bat a look and yelled “Hey! I’m standing right here!” 

Sonic just nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “None of you know where Shadow went by chance?” Amy shook her head and laughed at the complete juxtaposition the current Sonic was compared to the horny on main hedgehog that dominated the dance floor just moments ago. “I wouldn’t worry, Sonic. I am sure he is around here som-” Amy was cut off short as Shadow flashed back, grabbed Sonic, and flashed away again, leaving Amy, Knuckles, and Rouge wide eyed for a second before all three bursted out laughing. “Oh yeah, they are going to fuck,” Rouge commented as she sipped her forgotten number drink of the night, and all Knuckles and Amy could do was simply nod and in unison all three agreed, “About time”. 

Sonic found himself in a living room. Shadow, still holding onto him, spun him around and looked into his eyes, studying him until he scoffed, “I still won, faker,” and released the blue hedgehog. Sonic snorted and responded, “oh yeah, because a winner teleports away without a word awkwardly after a sexy dance in front of everyone.” And Sonic, as soon as the words left his mouth, opened his eyes large and looked down at the floor. His turn to be awkward. Shadow scratched the back of his neck and simply offered a quiet, “I had fun”. 

Sonic’s gaze snapped up at Shadow, and as much as he wanted to quip back at the other, he knew this could be his chance. His chance to do something about how he has felt for the other hedgehog this whole time. Years at this point. With a breath, Sonic looked up and found Shadow’s expression was one of yearning but something else, he was nervous. Shadow, who played this game between them, and didn’t necessarily want it to end, also craved his prize desperately. There would still be games to play, but this chapter had been killing him. 

Sonic smiled warmly and in a moment of bravery, picked up a gloved hand and softly rested it on Shadow’s cheek. Shadow’s breath hitched and after a second, brought up his own and rested it on Sonic’s. “Would you believe me if I said I had been waiting to hear those words from you for so long? That didn’t come from you punching or kicking me?” Shadow snorted a short laugh at Sonic’s words, his eyes sparkled down at the hedgehog staring at him with a tender smile. “Would you believe me if I said I have had my eye on you for some time now?” Shadow’s own words came out but hushed in a whisper. One that felt like he could take back if Sonic rejected him, but that was never on Sonic’s mind. Sonic, who had practically been in love with the other for years at that point, “I do, only because I feel the same way, Shads”. 

It was Shadow’s turn to have his tail wag behind him, and gasped as he watched Sonic in slow motion close the gap and kissed him sweetly. Shadow’s breath hitched and then he relaxed into the kiss. Melting into Sonic’s embrace and wrapping his own arms around the blue hedgehog. The pair embraced each other, kissing each other and as they pulled apart, they knew. There wasn’t just one winner tonight. This was something more, something tangible. They had both won each other, and they were going to be so fucking annoying to each other who won more, Sonic winning Shadow or Shadow winning Sonic.   

[barbielore]

I've been really getting into dance lately. I've taken up East Coast Swing, although I am not very good at this stage. You're not going to see me performing in a Jack N Jill any time soon.

This was a really awful segue into talking about a cool line of Barbies that have nothing to do with East Coast Swing.

The Tango Barbie giftset was an FAO Schwarz exclusive Barbie and Ken set, featuring Ken with a small amount of facial hair and Barbie with a rose in her teeth. This was released in 2002, and followed in 2003 by another giftset depicting partnered dancing.

In The Waltz, Ken has a Clark Gable moustache, and Barbie's gown is flowing everywhere you can imagine.

Neither of these were the first or only Barbies to be depicted around partnered or ballroom dancing. The Ballroom Beauties collection comes to mind, although I find quite perplexing. You see, Ken is on the box, but Barbie is actually alone.

Moonlight Waltz Barbie is absolutely beautiful, don't get me wrong. But why is Ken on the box art if he's not actually there? Did Mattel just not want to make a bunch of different Kens in similar suits? Because they could have been more creative with their menswear.

And later, we had tie-in Barbies for Dancing with the Stars - for example, Waltz again depicted above. This is a really interesting costume, actually, and I Love it.

But none of these reach the levels of Bob Mackie's Tango Barbie from the Celebration of Dance porcelain series.

Look at her. She's incredible.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I think jikook is so perplexing because are they friends? Lovers? A gender bent version of Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir? Will I eventually learn that Jimin is actually dating a Toronto Maple Leafs player?

Anon, would you believe me when I tell you that the first people I ever shipped irl and not fiction were Tessa and Scott? How could I forget???

I think I ended up watching randomly the Winter Olympics and I saw their number, that now famous free program on El Tango de Roxanne. I was mesmerized. You have to understand, I'm not really into that. I can appreciate and understand that ice skating is beautiful, but this just caught by surprise. There was a vibe, something there. I was sure they were a thing. How could they not? But they weren't? I was caught up in it for only two weeks so I watched interviews, documentary, even the segment at Ellen when she actually asked them if they're a couple. I was still intrigued and fascinated by all that, especially since both of them had had other partners before, after.

It goes to show we don't know anything and insane chemistry might be just that, without leading to something more. Which is a total possibility with Jimin and Jungkook as well and I'd lean towards that option if I am to choose a non-shipping perspective. Which is still cool cause I like seeing them together and whatever it is they have got going on. I'm cool with it.

[angeart]

Theres gonna be a wedding soon

The sun is shining, warmth and wind dancing acroos the breeze in perfect harmony, the birds chirping in his ears. Its a perfect day for a wedding

A perfect day.

Scar wears the fanciest suit that he owns, to this day he cannot remember why he bought it or wore it.. but its his best.. maybe it was for his own wedding one day, he always wanted to settle down with—

Its a perfect day for a wedding.

With the invitation in hand, Scar goes where the wind guides him, where bird's feathers softly touch him—where all sorts of animals nudge and chitter at him.. as if their sad— jellie is on his shoulder purring like a truck, she mever goes for any of the birds... She's always gentle with the birds—

He sat down in his designated chair, confused when there was no other chair on his side, he looks to Mumbo and couldn't stop his words even if he tried

"Why isn't there another chair beside me?"

Mumbo, bless him, he was working on the redstone to make sure they work perfectly, looks back at him, one eyebrow raised

"What do you mean? My chair is right next to yours, mate"

Don't say it, "Nono, for Grian"

Many emotions flash on Mumbo's face, but ultimately perplexity is what settles in the end

"...what?"

Nonono he shouldn't have said it, now they're gonna—

"Maybe we shouldn't have humor your fantasy too much.." he hear mumbo mumbles. His hurt must've been too obvious since Mumbo immediately told him to go to Martyn to get an extra chair, hes still busy with the redstone and it seems the weather has picked up a bit so he won't be able to help

Ah... who's Martyn? He knows he has talked to the man, don't know where or even how he met that man. But Scar... doesn't really know who Martyn is..

He goes to him anyway, he asks for an extra chair, he answers that he needs it for grian Jellies. Its for Jellie. They then have a stare off, Martyn looks at him, observes him with his ears flicking, it unnerves Scar. Then he smiles

"Sure, I can get you chair!" He felt better hearing that. They go back to the sitting area with an extra chair to place, Martn notices their surroundings the whole walk with his ears twitching every so often. When the job is done, he smiles to Scar with a sadness in his eyes

"I've heard many things about you, Scar. Despite us having already talked before, I'm glad to see you're doing alright, better even." He chuckles as he looks to the side, feeling the warm breeze that always accompanies Scar wherever he goes, "I heard the universe loves you, it follows you wherever you go. He truly does love you."

And then Martyn is gone.

Martyn words hang in his head as he hears the wedding starting, he can't hear anyone else as he looks up to see the newly weds.

Tango and Jimmy

He felt like crying. He doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want anyone to see him crying. Because these weren't tears of joy

How funny..

Earlier on, Tango was just like him, knowing of someone named Jimmy and gushing about the man despite not remembering how or where or even when they met. He was daydreaming as much as Scar was. But it turns out Jimmy was just off server

Scar has tried to look... and his wasn't off server, he was just stuck daydreaming

He looks to side where Jellie sat, a flower on her mouth as she holds it by the stem, she paws at him with one of her paws, the other one softly stepping on— a parrot's feather.

He felt the wind hug him as the air shift with his mood, everyone's cheers is drowned out by the birds chirping in his ears. A bird lands on Jellie's chair with a flower on its beak, it chirps at him, drops the flower, and then fly off

As the wind picks up, more leaves and flowers flew around, he hears people screaming about rain. He felt the sky's tears before his own, droplets pouring from the sky as the wind became relentless, carrying things with it

A flower landed on Jellie's chair. How ironic, the chair had everything he loves: his favorite cat, 3 of his favorite flowers, and a feather of his favorite bird

Jellie, a lilac, a poppy, a sunflower, and a scarlet macaw feather

And yet it doesn't have his favorite person

He let the tears flow as jellie jumps to him and cuddled close, he wasn't shy to hide his tears anymore. He knows the rain will conceal it, afterall

The universe loves him

Everyone wanted a bit more, so hopefully this gives just a bit of insight of how Scar's life is like. He is... not okay, he doesn't know why but the universe loves him dearly!

oh i'm gonna cry for real 😭 wow okay

this is such a powerful, sorrowful, heartache-filled scene. and there's limitless hopelessness stretched across it. what scar's heart wants is nowhere to be found, and yet he desperately longs for it anyway. he can't help it.

and the universe loves him. and it cradles him through his pain. endlessly sorry. endlessly devoted. endlessly caring.

there's something about martyn knowing and i need answers pretty please 🥺🙏

[reflingthefox]

Cub gives him a quick tour around the building, telling about his progress, and Zedaph can't stop fawning over him.

Cub's so - madly efficient, it blows his mind. Always was. Zedaph isn't, Zedaph never really wanted to be efficient, and couple leftover chains on his wrists are proof of that. He has his challenges, and plans for shenanigans, and Skizz is here so they gotta celebrate it every day he's free, and - was that Joel guy flirting with him? He gotta get back to it later. Anyway, no time for being productive in usual senses.

It still doesn't diminish the awe in his mind. Does Cub always do this? They weren't dating at the start of Nine yet - but he feels like he needs to check it.

(Tango's also being madly efficient, every season, including this one last time he heard - but he's not a literal speedrunner.)

"And then Scar actually got into my trap," Cub continues his recounting of the day. "Man, I actually think I owe him now, he didn't even mean to open that chest."

"Contraptions having minds of their own, as usual," Zedaph nods. "Speaking of! How does it feel being the Reaper?"

"Oh -" Cub opens his mouth to speak, then stops, light frown on his face. "You weren't one?"

"Nope."

"I thought your name was gray already - so you didn't -"

"Yea - I died, I skipped straight to Dead," Zedaph had to ask Grian about the reroute. Brought Tango and Impulse along to convince him, but that's another story.

Cub nods, still looking a bit perplexed. "It's kinda fun, though. Why wouldn't you try?"

Zedaph looks at him.

He can't see his own face, but he knows the way he stares, and he knows for shade of worry appearing on Cub's face, for how his hand reaches for Zedaph's - right now, Cub sees his irises fade out to dark gray.

"Cub, do you think it's a good idea for me to be one."

"No," Cub agrees, no pause before the answer. "No it isn't."

[rueitae]

Season 3, episode 1: the Luchadora Tango Caper

Liveblog for @csweekly

Ahhhhh each time I watch this episode i don’t remember at the beginning how utterly fun it is. And then by the end I’m grinning so hard.

VILE has their new hq! Scotland! Maelstrom head over heels to have a LITERAL castle. Dare I say he’s giddy.

WHAT even are the Cleaners. Drama enjoyers and costume enthusiasts. Always dressing for the occasion. Clearly shows that you can look apathetic but love your job. (Including actually cleaning like I legit think they enjoy it and that’s what gives them zen)

The Cleaners deserved to be in Milan. They got the shaft.

Brunt you JUST bought the place don’t destroy anything.

Cleo’s levels of petty here are unparalleled. She is so not pleased 😂

“Way to go new guy” 😂😂😂😂 Brunt has to once again deal with a new colleague she’s not really fond of. Lol

And yet Carmen is fine! We as the audience know that but it’s cute the Faculty think they’ve won for once.

VILE is actively searching for Carmen? Interesting there. Before this it’s been fairly passive. But now they seem to want confirmation of her demise? Or to off her once and for all.

Awww Carmen’s cute the way she lands on top of the metal detectors.

Player brings up a very good point. It DOES belong to her whatever’s in there (a line she later uses on Chief).

THIS SCENE

The way Carmen IMMEDIATELY goes soft she didn’t even know what her father looked like until now. She HAS HIS EYES. The emotion of this 😭😭

This is the banter of best friends. Player IMMEDIATELY jumps at the chance to coo over baby Carmen as is his right. And Carmen already had her moment looking at the passport photo so her mind is already on the next step. She acknowledges that YES she was a cute baby but we are in caper mode and Player immediately snap to like “image analysis. On it” one of my favorite interactions. Actually reminds me a lot of their conversations in the first two episodes during the Eye of Vishnu caper. Gives off the same vibes.

Okay but the box is under “Vera Cruz”, the Alias given to Carmen’s mother. I’m…actually really curious just how involved she was. Could then she OR Dexter have access to that box? Did she do it for him? Honestly I’m having the most amusing time thinking that the box was easy for Carmen to open because Dexter would also enter the bank like a thief and store his things. He would not have needed to, but I enjoy thinking about like father like daughter.

Ivy and Zack familiar enough with dancing to make comparisons. Interesting. Noted.

Hello Spinkick. I do love his intro tho. “May I have this dance” “who may I have the pleasure of declining” your lessons with Cleo are showing, Carmen.

Hi Flytrap. Not as good of an intro but high points for getting the line “it takes two to tango”

SHADOWSAN BEST intro. The way the light splits his face light/dark and he QUIPS that they couldn’t take his class and that he can STILL TEACH THEM A VALUABLE LESSON. He’s learning to banter and was probably tailing at least Flytrap this entire time. I’m so proud of him.

THE FIGHT ENDS SO FAST. And omg whose IDEA was it to tie them up on the flagpole. Under normal circumstances I would say Carmen but I think Shadowsan is gaining a mischievous streak.

I love the softness when Shadowsan takes the tracking mark off of Carmen.

Awww of course it’s the city name 🥹 it’s such a beautiful code name because as we are about to discover, Carmen was likely born there.

Brunt is so angry but I’m more amused at Maelstrom’s disbelief. I don’t think he’s ever this perplexed or distressed in the entire series.

SHADOWSAN AND IVY ONE ON ONE. VERY RARE INTERACTION. All concern about Carmen 😭 such a short scene but it shows us the long way that Shadowsan’s come with the siblings. He acknowledges them, likely endeared after the events of Stockholm. He knows they care fiercely for Carmen and will be there for her as friends. It’s SUCH a beautiful moment i could cry. Shadowsan’s got no idea who Carmen’s mother is, and knows it could cause her further heartache. If a thief, what kind? Pure thief flows through her veins. If civilian…then how much does Carmen tell her? How much did she know about Dexter? (A Spy chasing Dexter is my theory, willing to be wrong).

But also a neat idea to sort of sideline Shadowsan in a way? Being the decoy because he can handle both operatives. He’s still very present in the story, but contributes in other ways (until the second half of s3 I’m vibrating in excitement)

Okay but you did not give Shadowsan this talk when he decided to do fieldwork? I appreciate the foreshadowing though. Thanks Maelstrom.

Carmen meets her mother’s neighbor and GETS A NAME. Fully aware Carlotta could also be a code name but it’s better than nothing. Gosh the neighbor is so sweet. The way Carmen’s eyes go WIDE at being recognized as someone else and her face when she realizes she takes so much after her mother but she can’t be emotional right now fhghcbvhcvc going insane. It’s so good for Carmen that she’s actually getting somewhere.

LOL Chase. And Julia being all stiff about it when JUST last season she was the one practicing quips in the mirror. Julia does NOT look happy AT all after what went down last season. She’s at her metaphorical lowest. She knows she’s right about Carmen being good but can’t prove it. Again and again Carmen strikes out for unknown reasons and it has to be SO frustrating for Julia. Meanwhile Chase gets everything he wants now. I’d be sore and petty and looking for a new job too. (While doing your current job? For shame Julia)

The flashback of the photo being taken PLEASE. It’s tooth rotting cute.

Every season, Player gets one wallop of a zinger. This season, it’s “I’m sorry, did you not attend a school for thieves?” I am HOWLING. It’s even better with the unimpressed look on his face. I’ll say it again. Carmen is the moral compass on this team 😂 this little exchange exudes the best friend sleepover gossip vibe. Including Carmen’s disgusted sigh of giving in.

Imagine if Lupe Peligro actually was Carmen’s mom. 😂 this intro 😂 Ivy and Zack are ride or dies here just attacking at the knees and it doing nothing.

Color theory! She’s wearing a yellow shirt and has a blue/yellow mask. So definitely Carmen friendly.

THE WAY IVY SLIDES AWAY.

I LOVE the way Lupe Peligro indulges Zack. A little bit of danger, but also the pure delight on the sibs faces when she acknowledges that they are fans. Even Ivy trying to be grown up responsible big sis cannot resist.

So sweet that she offers Carmen a good time at the match 😭 this is why Carmen loves the world. Everywhere she goes, she meets the kindest people 🥹 Lupe did not have to go that hard, but she did for complete strangers who broke into her home.

Devineaux’s swagger 😂😂😂 also!!! Chief will never let him live down those car crashes.

Awww everyone is looking for Carmen. She’s going to the match, but all eyes are on her. (I see Brunt’s taxi arriving the same time as the ACME car)

IT IS SCRIPTED THAT WAY. But the way Lupe wants to keep it secret from Zack is so precious. She may not be Carmen’s mother but I think she adopted all three anyway.

Ahh poor Carmen is ready to relax, having NO idea that Brunt is just next door. Seeing ACME ruins it all. I love Zacks mild complaint vs Ivy’s quick to be on the job.

The way Chase gestures to the trophies 😂😂😂😂 poor Julia just wants to UNDERSTAND.

The way Carmen recognizes that track suit right away and CANT RUN. She TRIES. The absolute FEAR in Carmen’s eyes. There is no mistake how much danger that Carmen is in. Brunt already tried to kill her, already tried to turn her against Shadowsan. There’s only one thing she’s here for. Totally blindsided Carmen. I LIVE for it.

Carmen is so brave but Brunt and the audience know her true feelings.

Lupe just TAKES Brunt!!!! I Love this fight!!!!! So much!!! The “mi casa my fight” MHM

This is fantastic. Because Brunt goes up against someone who CAN take her. That hasn’t happened before. Carmen has always evaded. Brunt has been this immovable and undefeatable force since the beginning of the series. Now, this is a crescendo.

It began with Shadowsan. Protecting Carmen from Brunt in the basement in Poitiers. Player did his part by telling Carmen to stall.

Player, Zack, and Ivy protected her from Brunt in South Africa, by keeping red drone secret and tackling Tigress before she radioed for help.

Now, a civilian physically got in between Carmen and Brunt. Lupe totally takes Brunt to task here. We see Carmen’s shocked and bewildered face through Devineaux’s pov. She’s extremely concerned for Lupe here. Carmen knows what Brunt can do.

(And Shadowsan will bookend it later in s4)

I just. I love Carmen understanding that she can be the protected one. It’s okay. She does so much for others.

The ref all “oh the crowd likes it whatever!”

Carmen’s distraction gets her cuffed by Devineaux. He actually gets a win for 2 seconds 😂 the way “not a good time, Devineaux” becomes Carmen’s mantra for him 😂

She just DRAGS him with. PERPETUATING VILEs assumption that Chase and Carmen are working together.

The way Carmen briefly looks at Chase in disbelief when he takes Brunt’s not-compliment. Carmen is just in a constant state of “really” when it comes to Devineaux and it’s so funny.

OUCH

Carmen’s so lucky that the cuffs are push button activated.

The subtitles say he’s whimpering 😂😂

And now that Carmen has her wits about her, the tag team against Brunt is spectacular.

Bellum is so chaotic while Maelstrom and Cleo are legit concerned 😂😂 they couldn’t say butt dial because kids tv

The way Maelstrom says “Coach Brunt! Noo” is just SO funny to me coming from him.

Do…do the Faculty sit at that table like 24/7? It’s night in Mexico. Scotland is 6 hours ahead, it's like 2AM. Or do they pull all nighters on big risk capers? Imagine, the rest of the Faculty angry because Brunt leaves and that means they have to sit at the table until she returns or something.

Awww Carmen’s so nice to get Chase to a quieter place. To which he immediately wakes and the comedy of the century continues. What an EXCELLENT way to shake up the car gag.

!!!!!!! Carmen tells Lupe everything! I love this because after everything, Lupe definitely deserves an explanation. And immediately picks up on why. Lupe has proven she can handle herself in a fight. If VILE comes back for her, she’ll be okay. Ish. Knowing Carmen’s story at least allows her to be prepared. But Carmen doesn’t know if her mother can or not. To find her would put her in danger, as this not-caper proved. It’s also good for Carmen because she’s putting her trust out there. Lupe quite literally saved Carmen’s life that night.

SONIA’s COMING

“If I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like you” SCREAMING. Carmen needs these people in her life 😭 Brunt wanted a daughter but clearly isn’t proud of Carmen now. Lupe's old enough. She knows that is exactly what Carmen needs to hear.

It is SO chilling to see Brunt humbled before the Faculty, not being able to take her seat back right away.

And then Maelstrom goes into Halloween mode dhcgcccfv. Like legit that’s SUCH a great fade out for the episode but also so silly!!!! Like we go from super serious implications of Brunts face being seen to Halloween costumes!

I’ll take it because we get the Viking episode in s4

Such a heartwarming episode!!!!

[squishsfx]

factories pt 1

a traffic series au made by me and @from-cj-with-love (beta'd by cj)

He was standing in a dark abyss, one that felt impossibly bright. The darkness hurt his eyes in the same way the sun did, and his hands shook.

Before him stood a man- or what could be mistaken as a man if you’d never heard or seen one before. It had the rolling heads of beasts- lions and boars and lambs and bears- rippling around it like a billowing cloth, and a million eyes all gazing at him with rage and fury. And it reached out: one clawed, impossibly twisting arm stretched towards him.

And he woke up on a dock, under a clear blue sky dotted with small, white clouds, and for a second, he relaxed into the hard wood grain below him, admiring the gold and orange trees above him and how they swayed in the wind.

And then he realized, a bit late, that there were three men arguing not three feet away, completely marring his perfect Autumn Evening View.

“We can’t just throw him back,” A small blond man screeched. “That’ll kill him, that’s- you can’t do that!”

“Well, we can’t keep him!” A taller man with dark hair and impossibly blue eyes yelled back. “We don’t know him!”

“There’s options other than killing him,” A dark skinned man pointed out calmly, a little perplexed grin on his face. “We can call an ambulance, or the cops, but first we should check for a pulse-”

He coughed, and abruptly realized his lungs were full of water and he hadn’t been breathing this whole time. That… was odd.

The three men all turned to watch in shock as he rolled onto his side, hacking up a lung, essentially, a bunch of lake water and a bit of vomit ripping itself from his chest and stomach. Suddenly, a hand settled on his shoulder, and he tried to yank back, only to find himself tipping over into the air. Immediately, a set of hands gripped his jacket, pulling him back onto the wood. He let out a panicked gasp, and blinked the tears from his eyes. The blond man was looking at him with soft wide brown eyes, eyebrows creased nervously.

“Hey buddy,” He said. “You alright?”

He threw up for real, then, all over the man’s nice red sweater.

“Woah,” The guy said, but didn’t push him away. “Eugh, you feel alright?”

“Urk,” He said. “What-?”

“We found you in the lake,” The dark skinned man said. “You could’ve drowned.”

“I think I did,” He said, fighting to sit up on his own. “My- crap, my back-”

“It’s alright, don’t strain yourself,” The blond man said. “We’re going to call an ambulance, alright?”

“Don’t,” He choked out, a new wave of panic surging in his chest. “Don’t, you can’t-”

“Wait, why?” The man frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t-” He frowned. “I don't know, I don't remember…”

“What… do you remember?” The dark skinned man asked.

“I…” He froze. “I don't remember anything? Like, at all?”

The three men paused, all exchanging looks.

“... That's not good,” The blond man holding him up said. “What's your name?”

“I don't…” He whimpered. “I don't remember that either?”

The blond guy took a thin, measured breath. “Okay… okay, that's fine. I'm Tango, this is BigB, and mister grumpy over there is Skizz. We're going to help you, alright?”

He nodded, slowly, uncomfortably.

“Come on,” Tango gently took his hands, standing up and helping him to his feet. “Do you feel alright?”

He paused, blinking slowly. “...Yeah, I feel… I feel fine.”

“Come on, then,” Skizz huffed. “Let’s get you to a hospital.”

The car didn’t start. It was a nice car- one that he felt kind of bad for getting mud all over- but it wouldn’t start.

“Sorry,” He muttered, feeling weirdly confident that he was the one to blame for this. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine?” Tango said, clearly confused, but Skizz just glared at him. “Okay, let’s… let’s do this, our buddy’s a mechanic. We can call him, and he’ll come, and… and, yeah.”

“Fine.”

It took an hour for their buddy to arrive, and by the time he did, they’d given the poor half drowned man a name.

“Jimmy,” BigB suggested. “I think it suits you.”

“...Okay,” Jimmy said. “Okay, sure.”

The buddy, Impulse, showed up, took one look at the car, and laughed. “Battery’s dead. You’ll need a jump.”

While him and Tango handled that, Jimmy watched the ripples on the pond. He felt… odd. Felt at peace, but afraid. Like a prey animal who knew it was going to be caught any second now.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he jolted.

“Hey, buddy,” Skizz said, coldly. “We made a plan.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” The man smiled like a crocodile, through tight lips. “You’re riding with me.”

[thegoldendoorknob]

Oops did I say another list later I meant now

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Beware The Forest Mushrooms

Museum of Agony

Spinner

Overdrive

Mondays

It's Pizza Time!

The Death That I Deservioli

Calzonification

Thousand March / Secret

Funiculi Holiday / Unexpectancy 2

Unexpectancy 3

Knights of The Holy Lance

Kashihara

Crawling Chaos

Mementos

Battle With A Dangerous Foe

Orxon

Kagome-Kagome

Faith is for The Transient People

Cemetary of Onbashira

Be of Good Cheer

Infinite Being

Waterfall

Quiet Water

Ghost Battle

Home

An Ending

Boggly Tree

Upkeeper

Time of Parting

Bloody Stream

Moonstruck Blossom

Rocketbelt

Hanglider

What The Forest Taught Me

Spirit of The Night

A Wish

A Bell Is Tolling

Old School Knuckles

Sky Sanctuary

Doomsday Zone

Stardust Speedway Bad Future

Windy Hill

Sonic vs Shadow

For True Story

Babylon Garden

Flame Core

Big Jaw

Undyne

Chaos King

Unfounded Revenge

Strong One

His Highness’ Theme

Marble Zone

Chemical Plant

White Jungle

White Acropolis

Not Safe

Flesh Maze Tango

Burned Bodies

O Rosto De Um Assassino

X-Naut Fortress

Smorgs

Smithy (Second Half)

Who’s There

Keroro OP1

Rigor Mortis Rag

Gloomy Galleon

Grunty Industries

Perplexing Pool

Subcon Forest

The Farthest Land

Cherry Blossom Color Season (Forever)

Seaskape

Doc Gerbil Boat Chase

Ukulele De Chocobo

Knights of The Sea

Let it go

I Don’t Care

Ringing Bell

Lost In Thoughts All Alone (Eng warning)

Still Cleveland

Skeleton Man

Ultimate Showdown

What a Wonderful World

Country Roads

Surface Pressure

Bring Me To Life

Bohemian Rhapsody

Marisa Stole The Precious Thing

[greenelectricsky]

It's time I should tell you a little more about my OCs, not only in my Scenes. I organised them by 3 AUs, and alphabetically in every AU, so it would be easier to find them!

1. My first, the oldest AU:

Adonis, Cream, Cysiek, FanFanGrace, FinFun, Jemmysweets, Mirage, Papyrus, Silenia, Sky, Tango, TuśTuś (or TusTus without Polish letters)

AU's situation: One ugly day Macavity made a trap to his next "plan" but it backfired spectacularly, when not his target but a cat witch, Silenia from the Wanderers Ctal, fell in it. She was angry, furious even, and she had a word with him, without his consent or permission. He was perplexed at first, intrigued by her powers and slowly, slowly, year by year they fall in love. She never falls in his ways, rather pulled him out of them, making him maybe not decent, but not evil at least. And they had a kitten, FinFun. At the same time, Munkustrap and Tugger fall in love and ask Mistoffelees, if he could with his magic, bring them kittens. So Misto took a bit of fur from each of them, and in his magic hat, he brewed two kits, Cysiek and TuśTuś. They are miks of the two of their fathers in looks and temperament. So, here we go.

Adonis, he/him

Ashera cat, one of the most pricely cats in the world. His hoomans bought him without thinking about a simple fact - this is an animal, alive thinking creature, energetic and full of life, with needs they need to meet. But they wanted a manifestation of their money, another piece of art to their home, something that showed their status, so he was neglected. He quickly became a menace and had enough of this stiff house, those stupid hoomans so he just... ran away. And he was happy like never. Finally he wandered to the junkyard, where he found a new home. Well, he found it after he brought them a new virus, and almost everyone was ill (very or less) and he helped, because it was from his home and he was immune. Husband with Cream, FinFun , Sky and TuśTuś.

Cream, he/him

His hoomans were murdered, after they were found, he end up in the shelter, and ran away from it. He wandered some time and found a way to the junkyard and stayed there. He is an excellent cook, especially when we talk about preparing food from scratch. Very warm, but has a temperament, and he is very serious about food. He is at war with Jerrie and Teazer, and Skimbleshanks often is a victim of these events. Husband with Adonis, FinFun, Sky and TuśTuś.

Cysiek, he/him

First of tuggerstrap's kittens. He is definitely Tugger's son, brave, funny, he likes attention and has problems with rules. Often causes chaos with FinFun or drama with Tango. Acearo, he likes flirting, but nothing more. He is living at the veterinary clinic and often helps the tribe with medical problems, mostly by himself. When something is very serious, he takes the cat to this clinic and meows so as long as it is needed for someone veterinarian to take care of the patient. And hoomans there like him, because he calms down most of the regular patients, is very well behaved and helpful.

FanFanGrace, he/him, ftm

Very elegant, very cute, very beautiful and very, very boring cat. Most of his time he sleeps, begs for food or is petted by customers of his hooman jewellery shop. At the junkyard his den is a cave from 101 nights. Full of items from everywhere. Beautiful, strange, useful, etc. things he uses as gifts or just to use them when something is needed.

FinFun, he/him but in reality is agender, just looks like a tom and he doesn't care about pronouns, so it stayed he/him, if you use anything else he is like "whatever" and go with it

Son of Macavity and Silenia. He wasn't wanted guest at the junkyard at first, but with time they liked him enough to let him live with them. He is very powerful, even more than his father, who has almost no idea about it. His mother knows more, but still not everything. One thing Macavity knows for sure: if he hurt anyone in the junkyard, FinFun absolutely will go ballistic and probably will kill him. FinFun is very protective about both his families, so also talking ill about his father or mother (without reasons at least) can be very... unwise. Also, his main goal in life is to cause as much mischief and chaos as he can, so he is good friends with Jerrie and Teazer, Pouncival etc. Husband with Adonis, Cream, Sky and TuśTuś.

Jemmysweets, she/her

Sister of Jenny and Jelly, daughter of Gus the theatre cat, wife of Rumpus Cat (dead) and mother of Munkustrap. She loves to tease with Tugger, but she loves him. Not from the start, but well... Protector and fighter with Rumpus, after his death she started to teach cats how to fight and stay alive. She loves her garden.

Mirage, he/him

Demisexual, demiromantic. He lives with his hooman at an esoteric shop. He is magical a bit, but uses it mostly at unruly or rude customers. His owner has no idea about it. He loves to read books and science papers or articles on the internet. Also, he is an illusionist. He hates his father (aggressive tom, leader of a street gang), like those of his brothers and sisters who go with him.

Papyrus, he/him, ftm

He is living in the library, where he plays with kids or calm adults and reads books. Mostly that last one. He hates his whole family, who is disgusted by him and his peaceful life with hoomans. He likes cats from the junkyard, teaches kittens how to read and write, he tells them stories and brings books. He adores his friends.

Silenia, she/her

Witch, she lives in the forest mostly, with Macavity. She is from the city clan, the Wanderers, but being close to so much noise and hoomans wasn't to her liking, so she left. She knows nature, herbs and simple magic, but she also has wild, dangerous powers. Also, she can be lethal when someone attacks her, and has no problem with killing. She loves her husband and son, even when they irritate her to no end.

Sky, he/him

Somalian cat. He was travelling from Greece to America on the airplane, but something went wrong, he ended at the wrong airport and he was scared. Airport workers weren't prepared for his temperament and he ran away. After some time he found the junkyard and... stayed. Protector and hunter, he is fast and strong, but he is afraid of heights. Very calm cat, but you can see when he is angry, even when he doesn't do anything to show that.

Tango, he/him

Deaf angora, kicked out from his home, found by a homeless queen and kept by her. He hated his condition for a long time, but she slowly taught him how to live with it and be happy. Her death was traumatic to him. Now very sweet, happy, a bit sassy cat, who loves to dance with cats and hoomans. Very stubborn. He learnt signing all by himself.

TuśTuś, they/them

Second of tuggerstrap's kittens. Way more calm and shy than their brother. Their main job is repair, create and build anything that can help the others in their everyday life. They are trying to be Protector, but aren't very good at that - their mind wanders too easily and they can be lost in minutes after leaving the tribe's territory on the patrol. Husband with Adonis, Cream, FinFun and Sky.

2. Less happy, more dramatic AU.

AlmonDisco, Amberlina, EarthyRose, FlowerFlow, Haze, HoneyTrap, SpicyJuice, Shyny, Vanilliarity.

Here the situation is completely different. Munkustrap was living as a home cat, half as a purring sweet plushie, half as a street hero, Rumpus Cat. Sadly, Rumpus gave trouble to The Rats Clan one time too many and they killed his friend/roommate cat and threatened his hooman family. So he fled and found the tribe, befriended with Tugger and Mistoffelees. But he just couldn't help himself, and very fast was back to Rumpus heroics, and met Macavity, a cat with a terrible reputation and heart of gold, even if grumpy, and his helper, Griddlebone (Victoria for the tribe, when Macavity was Plato sometimes. They were in a fake relationship as those alter egos, to help keep theirs alibis). He was fighting, in secret, with The Rats for a long time, but needed to cut all his contacts with the tribe (he was "expelled" by Old D. who knows about everything, Griddlebone was his eyes and ears in the tribe) and becomes a "Napoleon of crime". They were working for some time together, fighting and planning, Macavity and Munkustrap fell in love, and in an magical accident they became fathers of two kittens, Haze and Shyny. It was hard for them to fight, raise kids and almost constantly running away from The Rats, but somehow they managed it, with Victoria's help, Munkustrap still living double life. In the meantime, Rum Tum Tugger and Mistoffelees have their own children, almost the same age as Haze and Shyny, a year older. Also, they (Misto mostly) try to find out and destroy the Napoleon of crime plans, knowing nothing about The Rats. At some point The Rats attacked the tribe, wanting to get Old D. and Demeter (kill or capture, not a big difference) and Munkustrap's secrets were out. In the panic and hurt he was expelled, everyone was thinking he was Macavity's spy and this attack was his fault. Old D. tried to calm them down, but at that moment this was mostly impossible, so Munku just gave up and left. Victoria was never suspected and kept that, like a Plato. For Tugger it was a very hard time, he loved Munkustrap like a brother and all those lies hurt him badly. Together Mac, Munku and Griddlebone finally managed to push off The Rats, Old D. (and some others, like Skimble, Jenny and Jelly) was still voting after them and a year later Macavity, Munkustrap with their kittens, and Victoria were back in the junkyard. Tuggoffelees's kittens almost immediately loved munkavity's kids, which was a big pain in the ass for Tugger, who still had a deep wound in his heart and was very vocal about it. Macavity was lashing every time when Tugger attacked Munku, which wasn't helpful. Only after when The Rats were truly pacified for once and good, maine coon and Munkustrap found time to talk and resolve everything between them. So yeah, a bit of a crazy story ;) So, my OCs:

AlmonDisco, he/him

Tuggoffelees's kitten, happy, bubbly cat, too cocky sometimes, mischievous, next tribe magician. Stubborn, sassy and have no problem with talking about what is on his mind. He had many more or less serious fights with Tugger about Shyny, whom he loves to no end. Powerful magician, powerful fighter.

Amberlina, nonbinary, she is using she/her but mostly from laziness, she doesn't care about them

Aseksual, panromantic, demiromantic. Tuggoffelees's kitten. Her magic is concentrating on her words, they can cause physical pain but also change someone's mind or take charge over them. Calm, pragmatic and bit pessimistic.

EarthyRose, she/her mtf

Tuggoffelees's kitten. Happy, calm queen. loving and caring about everyone. She can tell when someone is telling the truth or lies, but has a problem with moments when someone doesn't tell about something. She knew Munkustrap is hiding something, but is loyal to the tribe.

FlowerFlow, she/her

Tuggoffelees's kitten. Very happy, very bubbly creature, lively and almost always moving, running, dancing, jumping etc. She loves colourful things, her den is like a rainbow. She is the heart of every party in the junkyard.

Haze, he/him

Munkavity's kitten. Quite big tom, red with black stripes. His magic helps him fight and after heal him or others, if he wants. He rather avoids the rest of cats, because of the time when they were for the first time at the junkyard, and a lot of them showed him and his family their aversion. Especially because their angry words hurt his brother. He is in threesome with Oranglow and HoneyTrap.

HoneyTrap, he/him

Tuggoffelees's kitten. He is similar to AlmonDisco, but more wild and dangerous. Excellent hunter, this is his main occupation, less fighter and protector than brother. He is with Haze and Oranglow.

Shyny, he/him

Munckavity's kitten. Smaller than his brother, black fur with red stripes, less fighter, more magician. His powers are similar to Macavity's, like levitation, making shadows, teleportation, but also wandering by shadows, he can catch someone in them, create mist, voices... and many more. Shy, he prefers solitude, spare his family and AlmonDisco. The last one he loves with all his heart. He loves kittens and prepares them for them funny shows with shadows.

SpicyJuice, she/her

Tuggoffelees's kitten. Solid, calm, sure of herself and her abilities. Munkustrap's right hand, main protector when he was expelled, and his right hand again, when he was back. It was she who made him the Main Protector again, even when he didn't wanted to.

Vanilliarity, he/him

Tuggoffelees's kitten. Most peaceful, calm, sweet and nice cat you can meet. He loves everyone, and always cares about them. He loves to sing and do that almost constantly.

3. Last AU

Here is an absolutely different situation. Macavity is evil and deprived, and one of his goals is to kidnap Moon, Sun, Star, who are very powerful magicians and Bumblee, who is a protege of Old D. Moon, Sun and Star are kittens of Rum Tum Tugger, Mistoffelees and Munkustrap, they live as a happy threesome. Bumblee is a kid of Alonzo and Jemima's, connected with the universe and moon, especially Jellicle Moon.

Bumblee

Son of Alonzo and Jemima. After the mother he can see the future, talk with ghosts etc. He is Old D's protege, probably future Lider, at least this is what everyone thinks. He is terrified by that idea, because he incorrectly interpreted his second name and he is sure the one wrong decision and he destroys the tribe. Happy, bubbly cat, hate fights. Not very sure of himself but sure of his abilities. Best friend of Moon, Sun and Star.

Moon

Son of Mistoffelees, Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger's. Walking the biological encyclopedia, he knows everything about plants and animals. He doesn't like to sit at home, prefer wandering. His magic is about hiding, making his tracks invisible, helping him survive in the wild.

Star

Son of Mistoffelees, Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger's. He is an astronomer and knows everything about stars, moon and calendar. He loves his job. Once he saw a Jellicle Cat herself with his magical, blue eye. His magic is about bending elemnts.

Sun

Son of Mistoffelees, Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger's. He is a fighter, Protector. Very stubborn, lively and energetic creature. His magic is about fighting and explosions.

And there is OC who don't belong to any of my AUs, so he is here, alone.

Tikku, he/him

He lives in happy polycule with Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger. He was born on the other side of the city and he wandered to the junkyard. He is a bit shy, but stubborn and sweet cat.

[numbuh-7-knd]

Guys I wrote something for this! I've only just started it and it will probably be a 2-parter (or 3-parter) but it's a fic! also available on AO3 if anyone's interested!

Half A Soul is not sufficient Dungeon Chow

It was a quiet night on the hermitcraft server, BDubs was sleeping, Phantoms were flying, in Scarland the end of day message had long been announced, and mainstreet had gone quiet. All was well on the server, at least for most of the hermits. Over in Tango’s DeepFrost Citadel above Decked Out 2 the hermits had all been sent home for the night while Tango ran dungeon maintenance. 

Just the day prior Tango had received news that absolutely broke his heart, his favorite Ravager, Tango’s Cough was gone. Dead and with only a saddle left to remember him by. Already Tango had, with quite the heavy heart, replaced him with a new Ravager from the backups he kept in an otherwise unused part of the dungeon. Still, Tango had to run maintenance now to make sure that whatever killed his beloved pet ravager wouldn’t kill the new one too, already he was growing fond of Greed, and hoped to see him kill many Hermits.

It took nearly the whole night for the report to come back from the dungeon, and he knew right away what had happened. No, it wasn’t the dripstone, or the fire, or even fall damage. There was only one thing that could have killed Tango’s Cough, starvation. Not of the Ravager itself, no Tango’s Cough was one of the most well fed Ravagers in the dungeon, second only to the famed “Nothing, they survived Decked Out”. Rather it wasn’t the ravagers that were hungry, but the dungeon itself, and it had gotten so hungry it had begun to snack on its own inhabitants. He was seeing the same thing on floor 4, with Warden’s dying and being compelled to throw themselves from great heights to feed the dungeon, but that was to be expected, afterall with the final level of the dungeon not yet unlocked that particular level was much hungrier than the rest.

This still meant that the dungeon was not getting fed properly on the upper levels, for it to have begun feasting upon the Ravagers instead of the Hermits, so this was something Tango would have to look into.

The first thing he checked was who had done runs that day, so he could see if any anomalies came up during any specific runs. The first run of the day had been Etho, who fell in lava on the second level. Nothing, all the readings were normal and the dungeon was fed enough. The next was Zed, who made it out of level 1 with a death loop, dying to “Nothing, they survived decked out”. Still nothing. Next was Beef. Eaten by a ravager just mere blocks from the kneeling man statue. Nothing. Mumbo, who nearly escaped with the pearl of cleansing only to trip on some ice on the way out and get snacked on by the late Tango’s Cough. Nothing-wait no! Something! As Tango looked upon the readings from the dungeon, he saw that the bar showing the dungeon’s hunger was only half as full as it should have been from Mumbo’s death. How could this be?!

He ran the analysis on the rest of the runs from both phase one and two, and found something perplexing, he saw the same thing happen a handful of times and when he compared them, he found that they all had something in common: they were all from the same 2 hermits. He was immediately suspicious when he saw which two it was, and surprised it didn’t include the third hermit often there when those two got up to trouble. He was so suspicious, he called all 3 hermits over to decked out. Normally he wouldn’t summon Scar when he had no proof he was even involved, but him and Grian had been up to something the other day sneaking a whole brown Mooshrom into the citadel, and he wanted to cover all his bases. Plus if Scar wasn’t involved, he could just let Scar know he had to move his Mooshroom before it perished to the dungeon’s voracious appetite. 

Soon enough all 3 members of the so-called now disbanded “Buttercups” arrived, each more confused than the last. Scar wondering if this had something to do with the PiglinMyNose head he had placed in the cafe, was he in trouble for bringing a recreation of his, Jimmy, Grian, and Joel’s strange hybrid forms from the recent experiment the 4 had done together. Scar was prepared to explain that he hadn’t brought the lifeless body with him to hermitcraft, it was only a recreation of it’s head used to decorate the cafe. Maybe it wasn’t that deep though, maybe Tango just didn’t want to see Jimmy’s face, half or not, when he couldn’t hold his rancher in his arms, busy doing things on the New Life server. Maybe Scar could offer to let Tango go with him when he next left for New Life, or maybe at least bring a message.

Grian was worried he and Scar were in trouble for the Mooshroom and the Sus Stews.

Mumbo wondered if Tango had made him his own cubby/locker room so he wouldn’t have to share with Grian. As much as the redstoner liked sharing things with the avian hybrid, it got a bit much when the room they were sharing was a 3d recreation of said avian. 

I liked how in Mumbo's video he didn't even acknowledge that he was sharing a locker-room/cubby with Grian. He just kept awkwardly standing in front of Grian's room, like he clearly doesn't have one of his own so he just figures he's supposed to share with Grian. The really funny interpretation is that Tango is counting souls not players and so because Mumbo and Grian share a soul they have to share a cubby as well, it would be really funny if they also had to share a deck/runs. can you imagine a Decked Out run where Grian and Mumbo are handcuffed together and forced to do a dungeon run together, because I assume it would involve a lot of screaming. Also if Mumbo and Grian had to start sharing more things because of the Soul thing Scar would also have to get involved as Grian's "Soulmate".

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2005 - Number 27 - Olga Heka - "Love Triangle"

Remaining in Ukraine.

Olga Heka is another mystery to me. I have no trace of her or her musical career apart from this song. I'd guess given the nature of the song, that she's more at home in the thatre than the studio. Luckily in this case, the song is in English, so at least I can talk about that!

Love Triangle is a theatrical composition. Listening to the lyrics, you can see it playing out on stage. Olga puts a lot of emotion into her performance, and it is a performance, rather than merely a song that's being sung. She is clearly a tad miffed. It's a ménage à trois, a tango for three people. Olga, him and someone else.

The lyrics to this are really clever. They've been written by someone completely fluent in colloquial and expressive English. The phrasing, the flow,` the rhetorical devices employed, and most of all the shifting perspective of who is being sung to and exactly who is being wronged and by whom. Someone is a gooseberry here, but is it Olga or someone else?

Then there is Olga's performance. Swinging drastically and dramatically between gentle introspection and reflection to sudden rage and fury in the chorus. There's powerful bits, there's subtle bits. The transitions between the storytelling and fire are handled with ease. But it's that chorus where Olga gets to show off what she's capable off. Not just shouting, but a controlled venting of musical grievance at intense volume.

The instrumental has been composed by someone stagy too. There's the staccato tiptoeing around the delicate situation by the strings at the opening, and there's a saxophone solo that's not just a solo, but a jazzy bewailing of the situation that Olga finds herself trapped with a semi-broken heart and a semi-perplexed brain.

It finished fourth in its heat. In the ongoing revolution, theatrical remonstrations about affairs and difficult relationship situations sung in English were not what the fired up Ukrainian population wanted to represent them in their hosting of Eurovision. That's understandable, but this song is so well written and sung it needs to remembered.

If only I knew who Olga was.

[sciencestyled]

Carl Jung's Tumultuous Tango with Neuroplasticity

Greetings, curious wanderers of the psyche! Gather 'round, for I am about to recount the whimsical series of events that propelled me, Carl Jung, into the vibrant and enigmatic domain of neuroplasticity. Picture this: a peaceful afternoon in my study, the air thick with the scent of old books and the promise of intellectual reverie. Little did I know, this serene moment was the prologue to a saga of absurdity and revelation.

It all began with a peculiar package delivered to my doorstep—an ancient-looking box adorned with cryptic symbols and a wax seal that bore the unmistakable mark of Sigmund Freud. Intrigued and slightly wary, I pried open the box to reveal its contents: an assortment of peculiar objects, including a rusty key, a miniature bust of Aristotle, and a rather perplexing note. The note read: "Dear Carl, consider this an invitation to explore the wonders of the mind. Yours in eternal curiosity, Siggy."

Now, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years of psychological adventuring, it’s that Freud’s surprises are seldom straightforward. But a challenge issued by the venerable Sigmund was irresistible. I pocketed the key and bust, set aside my plans for the day, and embarked on an impromptu quest.

My first stop was the local museum, where the key’s intricate design hinted at some forgotten lock. After hours of navigating through musty corridors and dodging suspicious curators, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber marked "Cognitive Curiosities." Inside, to my utter bewilderment, was a contraption that looked like a cross between a Rube Goldberg machine and a brainwave scanner. The curator, a bespectacled gentleman who introduced himself as Professor Quibble, explained that it was an experimental device designed to demonstrate the brain's adaptability—neuroplasticity, he called it.

Professor Quibble insisted on demonstrating his invention. I was skeptical, but my curiosity outweighed my caution. Strapping on the headgear felt like something out of a mad scientist’s laboratory. The machine whirred and beeped, projecting a series of bewildering images and sounds meant to stimulate my neural pathways. I felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, except instead of encountering whimsical creatures, I was greeted by flashing lights and bizarre sounds.

Just when I thought my brain might implode from the sensory overload, the machine spat out a parchment with an elaborate diagram illustrating how neural connections are forged and reforged with every new experience. I had to admit, the contraption worked—I was utterly fascinated. Quibble’s exuberant explanations about synaptic pruning and Hebbian learning sounded like pure alchemical magic. I was hooked.

But what truly cemented my newfound obsession was a serendipitous encounter at a local café. I overheard a lively discussion between a group of neuroscientists and philosophers debating the implications of neuroplasticity for mental health and personal growth. Their conversation was peppered with terms like "cognitive flexibility," "emotional resilience," and "rewiring the brain." I couldn’t resist interjecting with my own musings, much to their amusement and eventual delight.

Hours later, after countless cups of coffee and animated discourse, it dawned on me: the mind’s capacity to reshape itself was not just a scientific marvel but a profound metaphor for personal transformation. This was a concept worthy of exploration, a dance of neurons that mirrored the intricate ballet of our inner lives.

And so, dear readers, I found myself irresistibly drawn to the subject of neuroplasticity, compelled to pen an article that would unravel its mysteries with both scientific rigor and philosophical flair. It is with great excitement that I present to you my latest work, "The Impish Mindscape: Exploring Neuroplasticity with Carl Jung." Prepare yourselves for a cerebral adventure like no other, as we delve into the marvelous malleability of the human brain and the boundless potential it holds for our growth and evolution.

Now, let the neural fiesta commence!

[therealbrainlessshow]

The Secret Formula Behind All Continuing Dramatic Series

In the vast realm of television, where plot twists and character drama reign supreme, there's a hidden truth that producers desperately hope you won't notice.

All continuing dramatic series are essentially telling the same story. Only the people, places and time periods have been changed to maximize the CGI value.

Every series introduces us to a main character burdened with a truckload of emotional baggage. Whether it's a traumatic past, a complicated family history, a failed relationship, or they're competitive nature that says I can make better drugs than that. We immediately jump into their corner and hope that one day they will achieve that better life they so richly deserve.

Next there's what I like to call the bedroom tango. It's not a true dramatic series if there isn't a love triangle brewing. Expect characters to engage in a perplexing dance of romantic entanglements, leaving viewers torn between which couple or group they should cheer for.

Now of course there has to be a mysterious element that keeps the audience hooked, like a carrot on a stick.

It could be a hidden identity, a dark secret, a cryptic prophecy or the fact that you're secretly seeing a psychiatrist because the amount of people whose death you have ordered is really beginning to take its toll on you emotionally. Viewers will stay glued to that screen and even try to warn you if it looks like somebody's going to find out.

Also please remember that coming back from the dead is never off the table. No character ever truly dies in the world of continuing dramatic series. Writers have a magical way of bringing characters back from the dead or revealing that they were secretly alive all along.

There also usually seems to be an unexpected perk. Something like, a seemingly unimportant character just discovered they were the long lost offspring of a serial killer who deep down inside is trying to use his talents to make the world a better place.

Don't forget to look for the two characters who are sworn enemies, but circumstances force them to become unlikely allies. Then they grudgingly join forces, exchanging snarky remarks before developing a deep, unbreakable bond.

And the very definition of continuing dramatic series means every season concludes with a cliffhanger that leaves viewers hanging by a thread of suspense.

Whether it's a shocking revelation, a major character in peril, or an ominous plot twist, the goal is to ensure that you spend the hiatus desperately theorizing what will happen next.

And it doesn't hurt to have a revolving door of villains. Villains come and go like seasonal fashion trends. Just as one is defeated, another swoops in to take their place. It's a never-ending cycle of bad guys with nefarious plans and impeccable timing.

So, the next time you find yourself engrossed in the latest hit drama, remember that beneath the glossy exterior, you're likely watching a recycled version of the same age-old story. 

But hey, who can resist the allure of emotional baggage, love triangles and deep dark secrets? 

Happy binge-watching!

[auburniivenus]

The plastic cup in his hand containing his alcoholic beverage was set aside almost instantly as her words reached his ears, & he was more than READY to do something, to come to her rescue.

It was a party and he'd allowed himself to actually loosen up and have a good time for once, meaning he'd had a few drinks at this point-- but of course he knew his limits and would respect them, so he felt just fine, maybe a little TIPSY but that was all. He was alright, but the same couldn't be said about more than half of the other guys-- they seemed to be drunk off their asses already and some of them were causing quite the TROUBLE & harassing the girls.

What a bunch of disgusting men-- no matter how much he had to drink, he certainly would never act like that! After all, alcohol didn't turn anyone into a complete asshole, but rather brought out their true colors. So even while sober, those guys probably already sucked. Ichigo would love to punch them, all of them--

"Sure," he answered, holding his hand out for her to take. "Stay close to me, yeah? And I promise you I'll make sure none of these jerks will DARE approach you again." @ikurosakii

PROMISE   ME   YOU'LL   ALWAYS   BE   THE   ONE.   A   glorious   concerto   of   voices   encompassed   the   air,   interspersed   with   the   laughter   erupting   from   fragile   threads   of   memory   and   mirth.   ‘Twas   a   febrile   ember   of   celebratory   abandonment   that   circulated   with   passion   ‘cross   those   walls,   reflecting   cherished   visages   in   rouge   wine   and   golden   ale.   Velvety   shadows   landed   upon   the   boisterous   crowd   from   fluttering   torches;   their   obstinate   luminescence   painted   chiaroscuro   upon   the   visage   of   those   young   dreamers.   Unfettered   laughter   that   floated   from   the   lips   of   nymphs   and   naiads,   did   frolic   with   the   mellifluous   speech,   myriad   conversations   coalescing   into   an   incandescent   design.

Aromatic   sensations,   tempting   and   beguiling,   did   entwine   as   vines   among   garrulous   whispers:   the   unyielding   zest   of   citrus   consorting   with   the   sensuous   melody   of   vanilla.   The   clandestine   tango   performed   on   many   a   palate   flirted   indiscreetly   with   the   tendrils   of   fragrant   perfume   that   lingered   among   cascading   curls.   Caught   in   their   own   celestial   ORBITE   among   whirling   bodies   that   spun   together   as   dance   partners   enraptured   between   songs.   Bright   eyes   burned   alight   with   spirit’s   glow,   whilst   smiles   refracted   through   tongues   loosed   by   libations.   Intoxication   swelled   like   cresting   waves   within   erstwhile   tempest   hearts,   as   peals   of   laughter—which   fell   like   a   pearl-encrusted   cascade—tumbled   upon   the   ears   of   those   enraptured.   All-eternal   night   paused   for   one   suspended   breath,   framing   the   hypnotic   enchantment   with   the   stillness   of   magic   captured   in   a   single,   glittering   moment.

A   group   of   ruffians   congregated   near   the   entrance.   Amber   shades   danced   on   their   visages,   conveying   a   diabolical   intent,   as   they   edged   closer   to   her   delicate   figure.   The   scent   of   fermented   beverages   filled   the   air,   merging   with   raucous   laughter   which   drowned   out   their   whispered   plans.   Ichigo   appeared   nonchalant   at   first   glance,   but   he   was   there   to   shield   her.   As   Orihime   turned   her   head   toward   him   for   reassurance,   her   warm   caramel   hues   met   those   of   her   guardian.   “I   wasn’t   expecting   you   to   embrace   my   proposal.”   She   responded   with   perplexity   in   her   nectarous   tone.   Her   soothing   palm   landed   on   his.   No   one   would   be   brave   enough   to   approach   her   now.   “So   that   implies   we   can   go   get   a   drink   now.”