#at least livin’ la vida loca came back

[muffinmonstah-art]

Lately I’ve gotten back on the Jaybabs ship thanks to things like the 3 Jokers comic storyline as well as Gotham Knights and man am I itching for some Gotham Knights-verse Jaybabs content. I’m most likely in the minority when I say that I like Jason’s design in this game because it makes him more distinguished when put next to the other Robin characters, and stuff like the character cutscenes where they interact are just so wholesome to me along with the voice lines and emails where they discuss stuff like therapy. In fact, the first times (In a row) I had a random player join my game was when I was playing as Red Hood and the player came in as Batgirl (coincidence, I think not). So now I’m wondering if you’re going to do some Jaybabs art or fanfics based in Gotham Knights?

Yes, I think you're really in the minority when it comes to liking Gotham Knights lmao

That game is a mess, bro. There's fanservice for us the Batfam fandom to like, sure, but the game is terrible. The characterizations for the characters are weak as fuck. Jason is the worst of them all.

To be fair I think Jason's design is the least of the problems regarding the elements in the game. It kinda growed on me too. The main problem is that the combat in the game is trash and they really did Jason dirty in that regard. He is the slowest and his mystical powers are not properly justified nor explored in the narrative. He also doesn't have an arc.

These devs talked too much on interviews about how their Jason went to therapy and shit before the events of the game, but his actions and dialogues in-game are contradictory with that exposition info. He behaves like the loner agressive Robin that resents working on a team and there is a tension with Dick at the beginning of the game that doesn't go anywhere after that. He also talks like his death was recent?? If he died so recently then when in the hell he had time to go to therapy?? Also if he went to therapy before the game then his friendly behaviour in the later cinematics doesn't feel earned nor like a natural progression, because his mind was already "fixed" off-screen.

I don't know, there's too much exposition refering off-screen previous history to set up these characters and that's a major flaw in my opinion. Their relationships with each other are not properly fleshed out. They rely too much on exposition and there is not enough progression in the few cutscenes each of they have, not even to learn more about who each of these characters are. Jason and Barbara don't even have too much interaction to begin with. They don't even talk about what both of them went through with the Joker. I don't understand how can you write interactions between these characters and miss THAT.

The only dynamic that feels like there was some actual effort put in to flesh it out is Jason & Dick. It's not much but at least they have the most number of interactions in cutscenes and there is some variation between the emotion they show to each other. They could have made the game about only Jason and Dick by that regard.

And I'm not even talking about the 30 fps issue, the lame RPG elements, the dumb Knighthood system where you have to unlock each hero's unique traversal by completing boring dumb challenges, the generic and boring open world, the lack of a conter-system to flesh out the basic combat, the bland use of the side villains, the waste of the Court of Owls as a main threat, the conflicting tones while trying to mix the horror and mystery with the goofy moments like the livin' la vida loca cover during the infiltration on the Blackgate prison, etc.

Gotham Knights as a whole is a very dissapointing game for me. This isn't the game I wanted, to begin with. I wanted a game made by Rocksteady and set in the Arkhamverse, after the events of Arkham Knight starring the Batfam of THAT universe. Instead we got this mediocre reboot of Arkham made by the support B Studio.

I think Warner Bross shouldn't allow any other studio than Rocksteady to carry on the Batman mythos and the making of Batman games. The Arkham franchise is fantastic. They nailed the characterizations, the dialogues, the designs, the voice acting, the humor perfectly mixed with the dark and gritty themes, the graphics that to this day look amazing, the combat!

Have you ever heard the audio logs from Arkham Knight's Jason? The exchange between that Jason and Barbara have more emotional impact than all GK's cutscenes in my opinion.

[queenof-literature]

Linked Galaxy - Where Loyalties Lie

It’s here! I’m very sorry for the delay. As I stated on my Tumblr I was very sick and midterms are coming up so overall... livin la vida loca. I hope you enjoy my first chapter of Linked Galaxy, my Star Wars AU for Linked Universe! I would like to say again that Linked Universe was created by Jojo @linkeduniverse, and Star Wars is owned by Disney. I in no way take credit for either, however I worked very hard on the headcanons for this universe and to combine the two together in my story of Linked Galaxy. But neither are mine. I hope you enjoy!

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away

After the death of his master, Sith Lord Ghirahim has recieved a way to travel across not only dimmentions, but time itself. Seeking to manipulate the strange wormholes for his own bidding, Ghirahim searches the new lands in hope of harnessing this power.

A new empire is born… The United Realms. 

Only one band of heroes can stop him, a band of nine Heroes of Courage brought together by Hylia from nine different times. All of the Hyrule Galaxies now lay in their hands. 

But unknown to all, a far more sinister being is pulling the strings of United Realms’ and our heroes’ actions.

~

“Faster you imbelces!” Commander Bulblin snapped. He couldn’t believe how he was stuck with what had to be the most incompetent portion of Ghirahim’s army. It was most likely some punishment from Ghirahim for Bulblin ‘speaking out of place’ in a gathering. Bublin scoffed. The only reason that man had an army in the first place is due to the death of their Emperor, and he dared to call Bulblin disrespectful? Bulblin never even fought under Ghirahim, he was from a different Hyrule! Apparently, all Ganons had been killed by a Grey Jedi, all sharing the name Link. Just that name… Link, sent rage crawling up Bublin’s spine. It was because of those so called heroes, that he was stuck working under Ghirahim in the first place. Why was this Hyrule the only one with a Ghirahim? Not only that, but he expected an army that wasn’t rightfully his to go on some interdimmentional quest, to take over the nine Galaxies that they now had access to? It was a ridiculous notion, one that the other commanders and generals seemed to share save a few others. General Zant didn’t seem keen on the whole ordeal, but that man would do anything for power and could not be trusted. Bublin sighed and continued on with this ridiculous job. He just had to lay low for now. 

~

Taking over all nine Hyrules wasn’t the only goal Ghirahim had in mind. He needed to bring back Ganon. He needed to bring back his master. Emperor Ghirahim sat on his old Master’s throne in contemplation. The guards had gotten used to his angry mutterings by now. In order to truly bring the Hyrule Galaxy to its knees, all of them, Ganon would need to be resurrected. He could do it himself of course, but Ganon had authority Ghriahim knew he would never gain from his armies. 

He had split the armies into nine, based on the Galaxy they were from. It made the most sense. 

The Seadogs were from the realm of the Hero of Winds. They were quite stupid, but loyal to their cause. Ghirahim usually put them in the Tie-fighters and smaller fighting vessels. They knew how to fly and they were expendable to boot. 

The Fallen were from the Hero of Hyrule’s time. They were absolutely vicious, the most focused in bringing their Ganon back. Ghirahim had never known the hero’s blood was required to resurrect their Ganon, but let them bleed the little brat dry for all he cared.

The Oracles were from the Hero of Legend’s galaxy. They were an interesting group. Absolutely hated the hero and wanted him to suffer. Ghirahim could appreciate that.

The Savages were from the Hero of Wild’s world. World, because the monsters apparently were not even aware there was a galaxy outside their world until now. This portion of his army constantly gave him a migraine. They were so smart but so stupid. They had never taken an actual order in their lives.

The Accursed were from the Hero of Time’s galaxy. Relatively useful, compared to some others Ghirahim couldn’t complain as much. Like the Oracles, they were hellbent on destroying their Link and any happiness he had. 

The Twili were from the Hero of Twilight’s realm. Obviously. They were ruggish and quite frankly scarier than most of the other armies. They, at least, knew how to follow a commander, even if that commander was a bumbling fool. 

The Shadows were from the Hero of the Four Sword’s galaxy. Ghirahim thought the name was underwhelming, but apparently the dark world in that galaxy was strongly entangled in the light, so Ghirahim let it slide. 

The Shattered, the Hero of Warriors’ galaxy, was who Ghirahim suspected were responsible for the wormholes in the first place. However none admitted to it, so he didn’t even think they knew what was going on either. There were hoards of them that never seemed to send, they were certainly an asset. 

The Skybreakers, the damned Hero of Sky’s adversaries. The little brat had the absolute audacity to still be alive, and now he had teamed up with more children. Ghirahim wouldn’t stand for it. The name had spread like wildfire, Ghirahim didn’t know where it came from but it spread fear, and that is what’s important. When one of his first class ships broke through the atmosphere, they would scream about the Skybreakers. Ghirahim loved it. 

Ghirahim was broken from his musings by the opening of his door. 

“How many times have I told you idiots to knock?” Ghirahim snapped, cruel eyes bearing into the souls of his useless guards. 

“Apologies Lord Ghirahim.” the guard stuttered out. Ghirahim was technically Emperor in his master’s… absence. But everyone still called him ‘Lord’. Ghirahim didn’t correct them, he didn’t think Ganondorf would appreciate it if he thought his apprentice was attempting to take his throne for good. “General Zant demands your presence, my lord.” The guard finished.

“He demands?” Ghirahim questioned, poison lacing his words, rubbing his fingers along the cool metal of his lightsaber. 

“That is what he said, my lord.” The guard confirmed, and Ghirahim rolled his eyes at the man’s cowardice.

“Send him in and get it over with.” Ghirahim commanded, marching up to the throne. He plopped down carelessly, crossing his legs and leaning against one side. Ganon used to tell him that it didn’t matter how you sat on the throne, what mattered was how much power you displayed. The throne itself was intimidating, but if the man or woman sitting on it commanded attention as well, anyone would bend the knee. 

The grand doors opened slowly to reveal the large man, that ridiculous helm covering his face. 

“What, Zant?” Ghirahim demanded before the man even approached. 

“My Lord, may I just say I respect how you are able to command all nine armies at once-”

“Don’t flatter me you coward. Tell me what you want.” Ghirahim ground out impatiently. If he was in the mood he would tease the man, get him wound up. It was so easy to torment Zant, but Ghirahim was not in the mood. 

“Do you think it wise, to continue to hop through strange wormholes? There is no guarantee they will open up again.” Zant finally spoke up.

“Our engineers and scientists are working everyday to harness the power the wormholes provide.” Ghirahim said flippantly.  n  

“Yes, My Lord, but if before then we get trapped in a strange Hyrule?” Zant questioned.

“Then we will take over that Hyrule. You seem to forget we are not the only ones traveling through those wormholes. The heroes are as well.” Ghirahim spoke with venom.

“Why do the heroes matter. Should we not hope to be rid of them?” Zant attempted to ignore the dangerous look in Ghirahim’s eyes. 

“According to the Fallen, we need their blood to raise Ganon again. That is our main goal, Zant. If we need to move to other realms to do it we will.” Ghirahim could feel his blood beginning to heat at the countless questions.

“Will any of it matter if we get trapped in a different galaxy? In a different time?” Zant’s voice was getting louder.

“I have the chance to take over nine realms at least.” Ghirahim began, practically growling. “And you want me to give up because of your cowardice?”

“You misheard me, My Lord.” Zant tried desperately to recover. “I only want what is best for the United Realms. But… Ganon is gone, My Lord. Perhaps it's best for him to rest in peace so we may move on.” Zant waited with bated breath. If possible, Ghirahim’s eyes turned even more cold. Under the steel gaze of his superior, Zant felt ten times smaller. 

“I believe I like you more as a coward, Commander Zant.” Ghirahim snarked, reminding Zant of his rank. “You forget yourself Zant, Ghirahim leaned forward in his throne. “Without Ganon… you are nothing.” Ghirahim snarled. “Get out.” Ghirahim commanded, voice neutral and cold, so unlike his normal self. Zant looked like he was going to argue, neutral face twitching slightly behind his mask, before he turned and left without a word.

Ghirahim contemplated what Zant had said. If the commander himself thought this way, Ghirahim could have even more disloyalty than he originally thought. He would have to take care of this. Ghirahim could feel it in the air… disloyalty. 

~

Sky took a large breath, allowing Hylia’s energy to surround him completely. The room he normally shared with Four was pitch black, but that didn’t matter. Feeling close to the energy around him was all it took to be aware of his surroundings.

He could feel the other's presence upon their old ship. They had all pitched in to restore this old hunk of metal to… well not the prettiest thing in the galaxy, but it fit them all well enough.    

Sky reached his mind through Hylia’s energy. He could feel Hyrule resting in the room he shared with Wild and Legend. He must have trained hard today for him to be resting in the afternoon. Sometimes it felt as though Hyrule, Wild and Wind all had an infinite amount of energy, Sky was glad Hyrule was at least taking it easy for once. He reached further down the hall. Across the hall he could feel Wind and Warriors’ cabin but no one was in there. 

Sky took another deep breath and felt the waves of Hylia’s force extend to the rest of their ship. It was a simple exercise, one that younglings were taught at the academy, but it was good practice. Wind and Warriors were in the lounge, probably playing Dejarik at the holotable. Wind was most certainly cheating. He continued his exercise, finding Wild’s energy in the bottom turret. The boy enjoyed gazing out into the stars. He had never thought there was an entire galaxy outside his planet when he had met the others, and that had blown the other Link’s minds, even Hyrule. Apparently the only remnants of magic and technology in his Hyrule were from the Sheikah, who had died out millennia ago. Now the boy watched the galaxy outside constantly. Anytime they needed to find Wild, they knew to look in all the windowed areas first. He would get tired and stressed staying on the ship for too long, so looking at the stars helped him pass the time, as he told Sky one evening. 

Sky felt a slight prod at his own energy. Time must be doing the exercise as well then, probably in his and Twilight’s room. Sky reached out and greeted the man, smiling when he received a greeting back, albeit a little weak. Sky may not fully understand where Time’s previous hatred of Hylia has stemmed from, but he came from a different galaxy, Sky would most likely never comprehend what the other man had gone through. He was working to strengthen the bond again, but only enough to help them on this quest.

Sky then moved on and felt Twilight and Four’s energy. They seemed to be in the cockpit chatting with Legend. Sky didn’t let himself linger on Twilight’s energy for too long. Something about it was just… off, and dark. Sky trusted Twilight with his life, and knew the other Link would tell them if something was wrong or when he was ready. Still though, it made Sky uncomfortable. The same with Four. It wasn’t dark, his energies were just fuzzy, like there were puzzle pieces all smashed together. Legend’s energy was always interesting as well. The young man was experienced and his energy showed that, but there was also the feeling of melancholy all the other Links had. Having them all in the same room while Sky was focusing so intently gave him a small headache, so he retracted. 

Sky opened his eyes after one more deep breath, allowing his energy to flow free once again. A slowly stood from the smooth floor and stretched his legs. He always lost track of time whenever he meditated, but feeling the other’s presence had reassured him he didn’t miss anything. His door slid open as he approached, he barely ever locked it. Sky decided to go see what Warriors and Wind were up to. Walking down the half barren halls, he smiled at the art on the walls. When they fixed the ship, yet to be named, the halls were completely barren and militaristic. Wind had decided they would need to fix that. Every Link was tasked with putting something on the wall. Some were complicated designs, others were just handprints or finger drawings. Sky thought it was Wind’s best idea yet.

Sky approached the lounge and chuckled at the bickering he heard. Wind must have been caught cheating. Again.

“You can’t prove shit!” Wind yelled across the holotable.

“I don’t need to, kid. I know you!” Warriors snarked back. Sky wasn’t surprised to see Warriors wearing his scarf, even without his chainmail. The royal blue scarf contrasted greatly to his blank cream tunic, but in the couple of months he had known Warriors, Sky had barely ever seen the man without it. Sky worried it had something to do with the war that Warriors was forced to fight, and the nightmares and blank looks the man would fall into, but he never asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean? How would I cheat with a holotable?” Wind demanded. 

“It means you were taught this game by pirates, kid. Your piece was over here, and now it’s over there.” Warriors pointed to parts of the board that Sky couldn’t see. “I’ll give it to ya, kiddo. If I wasn’t so observant I wouldn’t have noticed.” Warriors smirked.

“Don’t preen yourself.” Wind grumbled. 

“Having fun?” Sky spoke up to make his presence known to the two boys wrapped up in their argument. Wind and Warriors whipped around.

“Hey, Sky.” Warriors greeted. “You wanna play a round with the pirate?”

“Maybe later.” Sky chuckled, sitting down next to Wind.

“Where is everyone? It’s dinnertime soon.” Wind questioned, glancing at the small clock displayed near the bottom of the holotable. They had been in the ship for about 24 hours now, clocks were the only way to keep track in space.

“They’re all chatting or relaxing. I’ll call down Wild.” Sky stood up and walked  over to the wall comm rotating the slightly rusted top wheel from ‘All’ to ‘Lower Turret’. “Wild, it’s almost dinner time.” Sky called while pressing the comm button. There was a pause, then a crackle from the other side of the speaker.

“Sorry, Sky! I lost track of time.” Wild spoke loudly into comm. “Oops I yelled again.” Sky let go of the button to hide his laughter. Coming from a world with no ships, comms, or any other technology outside of the old Sheikah tech, the boy had trouble remembering that comms picked up more range of sound than even regular talking.

“No problem, Wild. I can make dinner tonight if you want to keep stargazing.” Sky teased, knowing his offer would be refused instantly.

“No no! I’m coming!” Wild assured before the other speaker went dead. Sky laughed, moving the wheel to ‘Cockpit’, then ‘Cabin 2’ to notify the others as well. According to Warriors, comms had advanced far past what they had on their ship. Now there were programs to send to designated locations all at once, among other functions. The ship communications themself weren't that big of a deal, but Sky worried what that increase in technology meant for the UR’s weapons and ships. Especially now that there were nine different armies they were facing. With a quiet slide of the door, Wild raced in and ran to the small corner that was their kitchen.

“Sorry guys!” Wild apologized, pulling what little ingredients they had out of their metallic cupboard. They would have to stock up soon.

“It’s fine Wild, you have plenty of time.” Warriors reassured. The others tried to offer to make dinner, but Wild enjoyed it so much they eventually stopped offering almost completely. 

Time came in next, eyes still a little foggy from meditation.

“Where is everyone else?” Time asked.

“Legend, Twi and Four are on their way, and Hyrule is resting so I figured we would give him a little more time.” Time nodded, moving to sit at their meal table that barely seated them all. Everyone knew how hard Hyrule pushed himself. He had the rare gift of healing, a combination of magic and energy that was almost extinct, in all nine galaxies at that. Apparently the more he used his magic, the better he got and the more stamina he gained. That combined with Legend training the boy how to use elements of the Ataru fighting style was sure to be tolling. 

“Hey all!” Twilight called as the doors slid open, followed by Legend and Four.

“Where’s Hyrule?” Legend frowned. 

“He’s resting. We wanted to give him a bit more time. You can go wake him if you want, we just thought we’d give him some more time.” Sky told Legend.

“Wild, how long until dinner is ready?” Four questioned. 

“Ummm, about 20 minutes. Sorry I got a bit of a late start.” Wild apologized, mixing ingredients so quick the others had no idea how he wasn’t spilling.

“Relax, Wild. It gives Hyrule more time anyway.” Warriors assured.

“I’m gonna go get him. Best to give him time to wake up before he eats.” Legend claimed as he left for their cabin, flipping off Warriors behind him when the other man coughed out what sounded suspiciously like “mother hen”. 

“What’s for dinner Wild?” Four asked as Legend left.

“Omelets if that’s alright. I know that it’s more of a breakfast thing, but I think the cucco eggs will go bad if I don’t use them soon.” Wild explained.

“That sounds really good actually.” Twilight nodded, although to his hollow stomach anything sounded good. Wild relaxed significantly, as if he’d been scared of the other’s reactions. He wasn’t as skittish as he used to be, but he still struggled to feel enough around the other Links, even with simple tasks.

The Links settled into comfortable chatter, around the table as Wild made different kinds of omelets. The door slid open once again a few minutes later, revealing Legend and a groggy Hyrule in tow. 

“Hey Hyrule.” Time greeted casually, not mentioning the deep nap Hyrule had obviously just woken from. If the boy was actually resting, Time didn’t want to push it by bringing it up. 

“Hi.” Hyrule greeted with a yawn. “What’s for dinner?” Hyrule called over to Wild.

“Omelets.” Wild said simply, fully concentrated on seasoning the food in front of him.

“Nice!” Hyrule called as he sat down, shoving his way next to Legend, leaving just enough room for Wild. Ten minutes of idle conversation went by before dinner was finally ready.

“Dinner’s ready!” Wild called, hefting a large plate filled with Omelets over to their table.

“Hylia, we had that many eggs?” Four asked, shocked.

“Yeah we had a lot more than I thought, but they were all going to go bad soon so I had to use them.” Wild clarified again, setting the large plate in the center of the table, squeezing into the last space around the table. The others practically drooled at the smell and sight, herbs that they didn’t even know the names of partly covered the perfectly cooked omelets. 

The other Links barely took turns digging in, the sound fighting and clashing forks and loud laughter echoed in the small eating nook. The looming threat of the United Realms could be forgotten for now, even for an hour or so. They all felt it flowing through the energy, flowing from each other… loyalty.

Was it cheesy to start this with “A long time ago in a galaxy far far away”? Yes. Was I legally obligated to? Also yes. And yes they still use minutes in space don’t @ me lmao. I hope you enjoyed! 

[doakaptan]

Shrek 2 is the hero we needed and here is why

You see I could have just embedded this clip and that would be enough for an answer. Nobody and when I say nobody I mean literally nobody can argue with me about the greatness, the elegance, the excellence of this scene. The song surpasses the original in delivery, and the scenes that are recreated within the castle sequence, is even better than the ones it’s mocking... Overall, it is a theme within the Shrek franchise to do better than the ones you’re mocking, even when the movie itself is not taking anything serious.

On a more serious note, Shrek is a movie that started out as a parody of overused Hollywood tropes, but, through great writing, the franchise found its soul, right here in this film. While the first installment did not have much story to begin with (other than the fact that it was mocking Hollywood and Disney) Shrek 2 is a genuine attempt to have depth in characters and storylines while still mocking everything the fairytales stand for. 

The movie takes of from where it left in the previous installment. Before delving into the story we see Shrek and Fiona’s honeymoon in a montage and all is well within Shrek’s universe. Until, a letter gets delivered to their suite and they learn that Fiona’s family are expecting them to visit the kingdom for a celebration. This moment is a crucial one for me, because finally we are about to get answers to questions we had in the first movie. Like, where is she the princess of, why did her parents leave her at the castle, who are her people and the movie expands on these in a great way. Not only that but the movie also expands on its own universe. The newly introduced concepts are not foreign to us. Like of course an evil Fairy Godmother recruited people through a deal he made with King Harold long long time ago to make sure his son Prince Charming married the princess and became the king. By the way King Harold turns out to be the Frog Prince so the deal he made with Fairy Godmother for his happily after makes sense.

While, Shrek 2 is a great follow-up movie it's also a great standalone story. It is told in such a way that we are unburdened by a need to know what happened in the previous movie. The movie introduces new characters and places with such ease that we don’t question whether something like that belongs in this universe. New characters such as Puss in Boots, Prince Charming, king and queen, and Doris are all fan favorites. The way these characters rose to favor kind of reminds me of the Star Wars Sequel but don’t quote me on that. 

I will use this section to point out insane attention to detail and great scenes apart from the final scene. Specific scenes like the dinner scene, thank you mother; mother!? are some of the greatest scenes that were ever produced. There is also the scene where Shrek, Donkey and Puss get arrested and a bag of ‘catnip’ is retrieved from Puss, the reference went over my head at the time but now, it is even funnier knowing the context. I would also argue that the dinner scene is a masterpiece on its own but sadly I don’t accept objections. The delivery of the characters are great as well. All the actors are on their best game and you can tell by the way they mend so well together. 

Other than that, the details such as Far Far Away being modeled after Los Angeles is such a great idea. It plays more into the fact that Shrek doesn’t belong into the life Fiona previously had. The villain being a commercialized character within the Far Far Away makes a lot of sense as well. The pop culture references are integrated into its world don’t stand out, almost like they were always there. There is a burger king knock off named Friar’s Fat boy and Farbucks. It has been more than a decade (almost two) but the jokes they made about the consumerism culture still stands; like when Mongo (giant gingerbread man) destroys a Farbucks people who escaped from there go to the one across. 

Don’t worry this is the semi-final segment of my rant on Shrek 2. One of the most important parts of Shrek is its soundtrack. The songs are great at setting the tone and enhancing the viewing experience. A fair example of that would be Fairy Godmother’s Holding out for a Hero. It ties into the story better than it did in Footloose and I can fight you on it, try me. In the first movie soundtrack was good too but this… this is above that. Every single song has a meaning and contribution to the overall story and nothing stands out. While the first movie used the music to subvert expectations that this wasn’t your typical Disney movie second one aims for the neck. That is why still to this day you associate All Star by Smash Mouth, Livin La Vida Loca, and Holding out for a Hero with Shrek. It is that good. 

Now, let’s talk about the greatest scene in animated movie history. I referenced it probably too many times but still... Fairy Godmother’s Holding Out For A Hero... Who came up with it, how can one come up with this, we are unworthy of such viewing. Jokes aside the scene is both suspenseful and funny. The rules are set straight and we know this has to have a good ending but there is a what if Shrek can’t make it, in the back of our minds while viewing that makes us scoot to the edge of our seat. The sequence has so many remarkable moments to point out like when Mongo slowly drowns or Puss fights with the knights, even the simple dancing is amplified and I’m not even talking about the vocal performance. This scene outdoes every scene ever existed full stop.

I cannot let go of this movie I’m so sorry but to close this one off I will share my thoughts with you on a more serious note. 

I think everyone falls in love with Shrek at least once, because we can relate to the way he feels and thinks on so many levels. Shrek was told time and time again that he was unworthy of being loved by a society that hated him for simply existing. He believed that until he met Donkey and later Fiona. Shrek 2 comes in when Shrek has learned how to love and be loved and to open up to someone but he is not ready to face society and, society is not ready to face him. Despite being loved by who matters to him the most he’s not the ideal husband for Fiona according to her family, friends and people. So he starts second guessing his worth. It’s when you get something you’ve always wanted but don’t feel deserving of it and it is something we experience everyday until we settle within our minds about who and what we are. Like a great philosopher in the name of Shrek once said: Ogres are like onions, they have layers; Humans are like onions too we have too many layers to be one thing. And That’s exactly why it is easy for us to connect with Shrek.  

[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Putting it Out There (A Biracial Child)

I’ve always wanted to address this, I just never knew where or how to. But, as I write, I see the influences come into play more and more (More so when I am writing my B.B fanfic and the Tourist), so I thought, now is a good time as any and this is the only account and platform I feel safe (maybe because I don’t have 200+ friends or followers here who know me outside of social media). I also feel as if this prospective of life isn’t given much attention or heard. 

I, as some may know cause I had commented as such, am a biracial child. My father is a Caribbean Hispanic male and my mother of German and Italian descent. 

This does not mean I have the best of both worlds. In fact, most of the times I feel alienated. 

Born in the early 90′s, the song “Livin’ La Vida Loca” by Ricky Martin was every where. My mother would tell me that song was about me, now I was 5-6ish. I thought she referred to me liking cats, and trying to go out to perform a crap version of ‘Singing in the Rain’ along with the love for magic. 

No, it wasn’t so innocent. It was straight up because of my skin tone. I looked like the girl the song was describing. I had no idea. Nor did I realize a silent war was raging in my family. 

Growing up was...hard to say the least. It is even harder when you have racism on both sides pointing fingers at each other. On my mother’s side, my aunt and uncle wouldn’t allow me to visit unless it was a holiday to which there was pressure from the family. Out of spite, they would invite my much older siblings father over to cause a fight (The man did not celebrate christmas). Meanwhile my other aunt would tell me over and over again I was Italian. In the end, during these events I would end up alone and not know why. 

Now lets turn to the other side of the family, my father’s. My first words had been Spanish. Yet, I lived with English speaking relatives... guess who stopped speaking Spanish for a long while. When visiting my family on his side, none of of my relatives would address me, only if they had to because my father was not around. These people knew how to speak English, very well even though they had moved from their native island. They just refused to speak to me. This sucked cause where it was 3 people on my mother’s side, it was 16 aunt’s and uncles on my fathers not counting the dozens of cousins I had. So, as the other family events, I ended up alone not knowing why. 

The answer was rather simple but much to complicated for my child self. Both sides of my family was and still is completely racist. My white mother was near exiled for being with a man many would consider black (he considers himself Spanish and oddly doesn’t get the fascination on why his skin matters or makes me worry about him when he is stopped by cops...). I was the ‘mixed’ baby, a simple of her family’s shame. 

My father’s side could not care what color my mother was, only that she was not Spanish. For those who don’t know, Spanish can be an array of color, its cool. But, she was no Spanish, did not speak Spanish and therefore my father was exiled by everyone but his own mother for many years (which is why we ended up in family events, my mama wanted to see her youngest grandchild by her baby boy). This meant being put at the back table, being openly mocked, and never told of big family events like babies or weddings. 

This only lead to more fighting at home and in the end even my own siblings, alienated me. It was a pretty lonely experience. 

This carried on to school and friendships. Elementary was not fun, but I felt the effects more in Jr. and High school. In elementary I was grouped with the other Spanish kids, because starting in late summer I had my Spanish tan on and therefore, I was not white to other white kids. But I did not speak Spanish. At one point I spoke gibberish to just to be able to hang with the Spanish kids at recess. It worked and I still don’t know how. 

In Jr. ahhhh... at one point my family was making good money, which originally, it once took the income of five adults to keep us afloat, now it just took 2. My father and my grandpa (who I will talk about later). We moved to a ‘nicer’ neighborhood. In the early 2000′s that mean, a white neighborhood. Boy, did I stick out. 

Now you might think “But you grew up in NYC, said you were from Brooklyn” well, here is a fun fact. Nothing is more segregated than NYC schools. The north did not do busing like the south did, so white schools stayed mostly white while schools in low income areas stayed mostly black or other minority races. I was a very tan child going into a white neighbor hood to a white school. Lets top it off that I played video games and Yu-Gi-Oh, HA! 

I received hell. I had legit parents sneer at me, and girls asking me if I had sex because I was Spanish. A 12 year old, got hit on by 15 year olds because they thought my race made me easy. I was 12, all I wanted was to collect cards and play Pokemon on my stupid advance, I had no time for boys unless they were anime. But... someone (more than likely their parents) had set these ideas in their head on how Spanish people, more so girls, acted. 

Then I realized, I really liked all things Gothic. A Spanish Goth.... it pains me to think about it. Everything from poser, to faker, and ‘trying to act white’ was laid on me. I could not wait for Jr. High to end. And when it did, a whole 180 happen. 

I was no longer Spanish. I did not know why, just everyone referred to me as ‘the ONLY white girl’ in the school and that is not a joke. My school, was dubbed the worse in all of Brooklyn and shut down, which I believe it was dubbed that because of the 1% white population... I was the 1 after my second year when the other white kid (who was a boy people asked was my boyfriend) graduated. Now, in high school it wasn’t the kids who gave me hell. It was the teachers. 

In fact, high school led me to meet others who were also feeling alienated. One of which I am very close to, a black man who is Jewish (adopted by a white couple) and gay. He did not where he belonged either. In the mid-00′s to be a black gay man living near the ghetto was dangerous. I can’t count how many times he had to hide who he was so he wouldn’t get shot. Nor could I count how many times my other friend coped with being a biracial black man who loved anime and being goth so much he was bullied for it when we weren’t together (who I ended up dating throughout high school). 

Suddenly being labelled white get me an acceptance I was not expecting. I ended up being popular against my best efforts and people who I did not know knew me. At 15 I did not get what had changed, because no one had told me yet. No, I figured it out at 16, when I was placed in senior English because of my grades. My English teacher told me, I was white, in the worse why I could ever imagine. 

My English teacher, a beautiful black woman who celebrated her African roots, gave an assignment one day. I was one out of five in a class of thirty who did it, because I did it in her class the day before. I played sports, so did half the other kids, I did not have time after school. This did not sit well with her, she was mad, which was an understatement. So, she turned to the class and said

“This is why our people end up in Jail or having babies to early. Because like black people don’t take education seriously.” Then called be out by name and continued “is why she will end up being successful, because white people know the importance of an education.” 

First off, she was very racist towards EVERYONE, second I at 16, who was always called Spanish in school was now labelled white in front of everyone by an adult. I was both confused and terrified as my boyfriend who knew my family cared JACK SHIT about education looked ready to kill her. Luckily, he just walked out of class and waited for me as I was too studded to move. 

I later asked him if he thought I was white, he admitted he did until he saw my father and called me biracial. For the first time in 16 years, I had been called biracial. Went home, did not tell anyone what happened, asked my mother if I was biracial and she said yes. To shorten this up, this was what life felt like, 

At home, I had no race. Neither side welcomed me. 

In school, I was told I was Spanish and had to fake my way in the Spanish group.

Jr High, I am now trying to distance myself from everyone as being Spanish makes me a target. 

High School, I thought being Spanish would be a good thing. Now everyone is telling me I am white. 

I had not idea who or what I was. 

All I ever wanted was to be me. I wanted to understand why my family never got close to me, and I wanted friends who were friends because I was me. 

It was like I was being ripped to pieces. I could be what others wanted or be no one at all. I had no idea what to do. If people at the new school found out I was Spanish, would I become a target again? I was allowed to freely play games, watch anime, and be my gothic self if I were white. But that also meant I could not hang out with my friends who lived in the Ghetto, shouldn’t like rap, R&B, and reggaetón or use the slang I grew up always using. 

To be a Spanish person trying to be white

or 

A white person trying to be black/another minority of color. 

I had watched as the former got my friend (boyfriend at the time) kicked out of classrooms as he was compared to those involved in columbine shooting from teachers since he was different. Also the hell he received from other boys for cosplaying and playing anime based card games. At one point it was so rough he thought about dropping out and I begged him to stay along with his mother. I was so afraid of going through that again.

So I kept my mouth shut. 

I took on the military standard of ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. My father never came to the school because he worked so much so no one knew. Everyday, I just took what my English teacher said to be without any force back. When Obama was voted in, she told me I had no right to celebrate, that my people had JFK and that Obama was for all the minorities to celebrate. I fell into a dark hole of hating myself. My home life was awful and now school I had to pretend to be something I wasn’t comfortable with. I started ditching classes, got into more fights than I would care to admit, did some really shady stuff and began hurting myself. 

The only joy I got was when I busted my ass grades wise and got out of school six months early. I did not have to go to school anymore and I could lock myself away to be no one but myself. It was lonely but I found company in books and my art. Through art I was allowed to be me and no one could take that away. 

When I returned for Graduation I June, did I get the final laugh on that English bitch. My mother and father showed up, she asked if my father was a cab driver helping my mother as she had gone blind. I told her, rather happily, that was my father. She went from joy to sheer disgusts faster than you can blink. For years she kept talking about who ‘mix babies’ never got any where as their fathers were never around. Yet, despite me hardly showing up, I gradated top of my class, never had a baby nor was I ‘loose’ (In fact I feared sex as a teenager), and my mixed couple parents as she lovingly called it, were together. 

She walked away from me and never said a word since. 

But now school was over, college was starting. I still hadn’t figured out who I was. Was I white/Italian or Spanish. In college I learnt no one was going to tell me who I was anymore, nor did they care. At home, it was still a battle of the races. Finally, one of my cousins spoke up and declared I wasn’t Spanish as I knew nothing of the language. At home, my aunt and uncle decided I was Spanish and called me a ‘Spick’ as a joke. I did not take it as one and therefore I was called ‘uptight’. 

My siblings also informed me, if I wanted free college to put down Spanish on everything unless it was the census. Then I should be white. Sometimes I still run into people who think I am one over the other. I had people come up to be speaking Spanish to be highly offended when I tell them I don’t speak the Language well. (I tried learning but it is hard when motivation is not there). 

In recent years, I had someone at work tell me how they met a Spanish person, shockingly where my father works, and then described in detail my father and then tell me they thought he was illegal since he looked the type. All because they thought I was white... proud to say that person got fired for being racist.I did also inform them that was my father to their response was “you’re one of them”. 

It never ends. 

No, the reason why I haven’t been driven insane is because of my late grandpa. My grandpa was a man I adopted to be my grandfather. My biological grandfathers on both sides died long before I was born and the man I adopted was close to the family and acted like a father to my parents. He was a good man and the reason I had a childhood. 

He once went through the same, Italian/Jewish, you wouldn’t think there would be a problem but when he was growing up that equaled Catholic/Jewish, to which he too was either pinned in the middle or rejected by both sides, this is the 1930′s-1940s. He gave me the best piece of advance ever. 

To be myself. 

That if I were myself, then it did not matter. The moment I stopped being who I am, that passing or faking would never tell me who my real friends were. That if he, could love me for who I was, a weird girl who liked boy things and drawing strange looking characters, then anyone else could. Being a stranger to myself would never bring happiness. So, after years of not listening to that, I finally decided to listen to my Grandpa. 

I know who I am, I know the history of my families. They might not like that I am not what they want me to be, but they don’t have to live with me. I have to live with who I am. My friends are my friends because they know who I am, not who they think I should be. 

So for all my biracial brothers, sisters and them’s, be yourself. Don’t try to force yourself into a mold, it isn’t worth it. None of it is worth it. 

Look yourself in the mirror and say your name. Say it loud and let everyone know they can not define who you are, and so what if they say you don’t belong, guess what? You do if you want. You belong because YOU say so, because that blood runs in your veins as well as theirs. So you get to make that choice! 

Make that choice of being you! Define yourself to YOUR standards. 

Don’t let anyone take that away. I know I won’t.

So here I see myself! A strange fox who changes coats with the seasons, that loves anime and video games, who plays Yu-Gi-Oh and listens to opera and Metal while can twerk and get low to Daddy Yankee! Who eats sushi and makes a mean chicken cutlet but can also make the best empanda with beans and rice with the rest of them!

And no one can take that from me.

[kyleira]

Do you remember the 21st night of December?

Pairing: JHope x Reader

Word count: 1,4k 

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, awful writing

A part of the @bangtan-bookclub ‘s Holiday fic exchange. This one is for the talented Aja @boymeetsweevil. Happy Holidays, I hope I could give you something you will enjoy.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was a terrible idea?”

“I did! But you never listen to me!” you laughed at a very stressed Namjoon.

He decided he would host this year’s company Christmas party at his own apartment. Of course, nothing went to plan, just as you predicted, partially because Namjoon has always been the personification of chaos. After working two years for his start-up company you still wondered how he managed to be a well organised and professional boss at work, but a klutz in real life.

Today was the day, and you just came over to Namjoon’s small apartment to make sure he survived today. You did expect him to be stressed, but you never knew what awaited you. Namjoon placed an order for delivery at a local restaurant for seventeen people, or so he thought because only seven servings arrived.

You’ve known Namjoon, your best friend, for many years. You met at college after you’ve almost given up all hope to find friends. One day, you accidentally fell onto his lap in class trying to get to a free seat. You’ve been friends ever since. Namjoon was the most supporting best friend you could wish for. His only downsides were, well firstly, his bad coordination as he called it, even though it was way more than that, and his other best friend Hoseok. Technically, he was your friend, too. But for you he was more than just a friend. 

Your thoughts drifted off from your friend’s failing party to Hoseok. He was majoring in dance at the same college. No wonder he and Namjoon clicked so well, since Hoseok was and still is to this day the most fun, loving and caring person.

“____, you will do that, yeah?” Namjoon was looking at you with eyes full of hope. 

“Huh?” you were awaken from your daydream of Hoseok. Right, you were helping your friend here, time to concentrate.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, or rather pleaded for your help to feed the people tonight. Could you bring the potato salad you always make for my birthday? You know everybody loves it. And maybe some cookies, wait no, Seokjin’s already baking brownies, maybe I should ask Jimin to bring something, too...”, you weren’t sure if he still was talking to you or to himself.

“Of course! What are friends for?” you grinned at Namjoon while hugging his shoulder tightly. “I should get going then. The turkey won’t cook itself!”

“What turkey?” Namjoon said with raised eyebrows, “Jane and Leah are bringing meat, we were talking about...”

“I know! I was just trying to tease you!”

One grocery store trip and a rushed cooking session later, you were entering Namjoon’s apartment with a big bowl of potato salad.

The first person to greet you was Seokjin in his bright neon green Santa costume with a matching beard. Every year, he dressed up in a different colour. Last year, it was hot pink. At least, the neon green looked better on him than the corn yellow one from a few years ago. Seokjin was trying to charm Jane’s girlfriend Leah by shoving two or three brownies into his mouth at once. Half of a brownie broke off and landed on his fake neon green beard. Leah wasn’t impressed.

As you were looking for a place on the table to put down your food, you came across Jimin and Jungkook. It was Jungkook, the new addition to Namjoon’s start-up, who helped him decorate his apartment. He was a sweet, shy guy, which Jimin, the company’s little devil, often tried to take advantage of. Right now, he was convincing Jungkook to drink more of hot chocolate for whatever reason.

Behind them, you finally found the person your eyes were unconsciously searching for. Hoseok was arguing with Yoongi and Taehyung while stirring hot chocolate.

“That’s definitely enough, Hoseok. I can feel my tongue burning.”

“No, That’s just the chili pepper. Namjoon still won’t let anyone near his music playlist. It will be enough when he starts dancing to Christmas songs in the middle of his living room.”

The company decided to ban alcohol from get-togethers due to the last year’s accident. Jimin still turned as red as a tomato whenever someone brought up last Christmas party.

You greeted the three men and they suddenly stopped talking. Yoongi took a big gulp out of his cup. He and Taehyung excused themselves, but only after recommending you Hoseok’s hot chocolate.

“Hot chocolate?” you raised your eyebrows, “I thought you were responsible for fun today.”

“The hot chocolate is the star of today’s party, ____!” Hoseok said, “Just try it. I used dark chocolate and some chili flakes. It’s good!” he winked at you. What was that about? You hated how your heart, the betrayer, skipped a beat. Hoseok poured you a cup. You welcomed its warmth with a silent thank you. It was indeed very bitter.

You found yourself dancing with Namjoon to ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ with your fourth, or maybe fifth, or was it the sixth, you couldn’t really remember, cup of hot chocolate in your hand. Your best friend was clearly having the best time in the last couple of months. The music changed to ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca’, which made you dance even harder until you bumped into someone.

“____, careful. That’s enough hot chocolate for you for today.”

You turned to Hoseok and put your arms around his neck demanding that he danced with you. Your vision was a little blurred, the Christmas lights dancing around your beautiful Hobi.

“ Oh dear,”, Hoseok laughed out loud, “you think I’m beautiful? You are way drunker than I thought. Come on, you need some fresh air.”

The fresh air was cold. It was so so so cold, why was he torturing you like this? But hey, there was plenty of hot chocolate inside, it will warm you up again.

“____ look, the stars are out.” Hoseok was pointing to the sky, and indeed as far as you could see, there were no clouds in the sky, only billions of stars. Looking up made you feel dizzy, you needed to sit down. How drunk were you exactly? Hoseok and his hot chocolate be damned!

“Remember our trip to New York, ____? When we were young college kids still?” Hoseok smiled fondly at you.

The mention of your New Your trip sobered you up a little bit. Of course you remembered. How could you forget?

The three of you, Namjoon, Hoseok and you, have planned to travel to New York in your winter break. To get the money you needed, Namjoon tutored high school students, Hoseok was giving dancing lessons every day until his legs hurt and you were taking every part-time job you could get your hands on. Flights and hotel rooms booked, every day planned full of sightseeing, Namjoon had to go back home instead due to family reasons. Which left only Hoseok and you on the holiday. You didn’t want to go without your best friend, but he insisted you two should go.

And in the week the two of you spend in New York walking the snowy streets, tired of your hard work and stressful finals weeks, you fell in love with Hoseok. You’ve learned more of him in those seven days than you did in a year being his friend: the food and music he liked, his favourite movies, why he was so afraid of heights, his hopes and dreams for his future. You left the city with a clear mind and a heavy heart. This was years ago, the initial feeling of being in love with someone, having a crush on someone faded, your love for Hosek stayed.

“Hobi, do you remember when we were in New York and you told me that when you were little, you believed that  the snow was stars falling down to earth?” you smiled at him.

“I wish you would do this more.” your friend was looking down on the fresh snow.

“What? Reminiscing about our trip?”

“No, calling me Hobi. You stopped after we came back home. Why? I liked this nickname.”

“Maybe because I liked it too much. And maybe because I liked you too much, too.” you couldn’t believe these words just left your mouth. You just stepped into Jimin’s shoes at being the drunk embarrassment at parties. Now you were as sober as a judge.

Hoseok didn’t answer. He then sat down beside you. “Do you still like me? You know, I like you too.”

You nodded, “I do. I swear it’s not the alcohol speaking.”

Hoseok gave you the brightest smile, “Do you want to go to New York again with me, ____?”

“Yes. Let’s go in the summer, Hobi. I hate being cold.” You gave him a short, sweet kiss on the forehead.

[undertaleimaginationland]

Hiya! Can you do a scenario where UT Sans and US Papyrus are arguing with their crush (who likes them back) and they (the skeletons) end up confessing their feelings? Thanks! I love your writing btw! It's super good omf

Okay so first off, sorry about being a damn slacker on my inbox. Secondly, these arguments are going to be less than serious because I’m awful at angst XD

And can I just say how mush fun I had with this one? I got a little too carried away with Stretch’s scenario though.

Undertale

Sans-

You and Sans were probably arguing about something completely dumb and obscure.

“You’re wrong and I’m right, loser. Just admit it.”

Sans quickly chides you with a wag of his finger. “that’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms and leaned on the couch. “You really think that the first Shrek was better than the second one? Ha!,” With a soft knock to his skull, you giggle at the hollow sound it makes. “Such a bonehead.”

Sans rolls his eyelights and pushes you away. “ha ha ha, very funny, but seriously though. you prefer shrek 2 over the original? that’s just sacrilege.”

You put your jazz hands up and wiggled them a bit. “Ohohoh! So the magic skeleton wants to talk religion, huh?”

Sans punched your shoulder playfully and laughed. “oh stars, that’s not what i meant and you know that.”

“Oh but of course,” You cooed incredulously. “But back to the subject! There’s no doubt in my mind that Shrek 2 was the best Shrek movie.” You were dead set on proving this bonebag wrong.

“alrighty then, shoot ‘em.”

You blinked. “Shoot what?”

Sans snickered, “your reasons, kiddo. show me the carfax.”

You beamed, propping a victorious leg next to Sans. “Gladly,” You cleared your throat and began your spiel. “Well first off, the soundtrack was undeniably genius; Holding Out For A Hero, Funkytown, I Need Some Sleep. Freaking Livin’ La Vida Loca! Secondly, the plot is much more dynamic and eventful than the first one! But most importantly, h u m a n S h r e k.”

Sans rubbed his face and chuckled. “oh stars, one of your reasons is human shrek?”

“Oh come on!,” You threw your hands up. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t bang human Shrek! You’re a liar if you say otherwise!”

“oh yeah, cause that’s what i think about every night: doin’ the nasty with a humanized version of an ogre, right?”

“Uh yeah? At least, you should be.”

Sans gave you a weary smile. “riiiight… welp, i can’t judge you. ‘sides, when i first saw the movie, i thought fiona was pretty hot.”

You let out a whooping laugh. “What?! No way!!” You were sure if you had water, you would’ve done a spit take.

“yeah, but she’s not as hot as you.”

You laughed. “Pfft yeah… wait what?”

Did…did he just…

Sans quirked a bone brow at your odd expression. “what? all i said was-” Sans replayed what he had previously said and in an instant, he smacked his mouth shut.

“Y-You,” You began with a titter. “You just c-called me hot.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Had your long-term crush finally admit to you his true feelings, or was this some sort of sick fever dream?

Sans gulped as he sank in his hoodie. Oh how he wished he could just fall off the face of the earth right now. He didn’t give you an answer, but his skull was a luminescent blue right now. He feels like absolute crap right now. And from that gaping look on your face, he could tell he was being rejected.

“S-Sans I-”

“you don’t need to say anything.”

“Just give me a second to-”

“there’s no need to explain yourself, y/n. i get it.” He sounded so bitter, yet there was also hurt… disappointment?

You furrowed your brows. You’ve had enough of his negative nancy attitude. “Damn it, Sans! Just listen for once!,” With a tug of his hoodie, you plant a kiss on his teeth, lingering just a bit before pulling away. “I like you too, damn it! And I don’t like it when you close up on me like that! I’m not a mind reader, ya know?” Your face was hot with frustrated love.

Sans just nodded at you, a far out look now resonated in his sockets. “whoa…holy mackerel,” He was unable to wipe that stupid grin off his face. “you like me back, huh? so cool~”

You had to stifle a laugh. This reminded you of those wisdom teeth removal videos where the loopy people said all sorts of weird stuff while they were all hopped up on anesthetics. “Oh Sans. What am I going to do with you?”

Sans shrugged. “i dunno. perhaps we could talk about it over dinner? my treat.”

“O-Oh,” Damn this smooth criminal! “Sure boneboy, though we have to agree on something.”

“and that is..?”

“The third Shrek was the absolute worst,” You reached out your hand to Sans for a handshake. “Agreed?”

He took your hand quickly. “agreed. now about that dinner date…”

Underswap

Stretch-

“Stretch, you tall asshole, don’t do it.”

“i’m gonna do it.”

“Stretch I swear to Toriel, you better not!”

He grinned at you, his cursor hovering over the forbidden course. “nobody can stop me. not even you.”

“If you press that button, I will personally delete your Mii, along with all of your precious work!”

“oh? is that a challenge i hear?” He asked coyly. You gasp as his finger pushes the ‘A’ button twice. “well then. rainbow road, it is.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU’RE NOT READY!!!1111!!!

“Oh fuck!,” You fumble with your controller, hastily slipping the arm band on and clutching the remote tightly. “You asshole! You really did it this time!”

“aw come on, honey. rainbow road ain’t that bad.”

You shot him an annoyed glance. “That’s because you play this game 24/7!”

Stretch laughed, biting down tightly on the sucker in his mouth. “now that’s just stretchin’ the truth, honeybun.”

“You!” You wanted nothing more but to throttle him, but the countdown had already began.

“hey y/n?”

“What.” You said flatly, getting in the zone. Autozone.

“see you in second place.” And with that, the buzzer sounded.

.

.

.

After plenty of launched koopa shells and banana peels, you were about to conclude your third lap in first place. That is, until you peeked at your skelefriend’s screen. Oh no.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, don’t do it, Stretch,” Your voice came out as a desperate plea. “Just let me have this one race.”

Stretch jerked his controller to the side and laughed. “sorry hun, but all is fair in love ‘n war.”

“Stretch wait-” You drew in a sharp breath as you heard the blue shell launch. “fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK NOOO!” You cried as the blue shell knocked you up in the air.

“that first place is mine~” Stretch hummed, contently watching the screen as his toadstool passed by you, crossing the finish line with ease.

You sunk your head in defeat, reluctantly crossing the finish line for second place. “Damn it, Stretch. I was almost there…” You whined. Never had you been so close to beating the skillful skeleton in your life.

He ruffled your hair endearingly. “better luck next time, honey. now give me a congratulatory hug.”

You jerked away from him with a huff. “No!”

“no? aw come on. i didn’t mean to put you through shell.”

“That’s it,” You set your remote aside and stand up. “I’m out.”

Stretch can’t stop himself from laughing. “no don’t leave! i’m toadally i love with you!”

“Damn it Stretch- wait…wait a minute…”

Did this dude just whip your behind at Mario Kart, and THEN confess his love to you with a Mario pun?

Holy shit…

Stretch hadn’t realized what he had said. “what’s with that look, honey?”

“You just said you… ‘toadally’ loved me… HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT?!” Your face burned with the passion of a thousand fighting Alphyses. Oh stars, you couldn’t stop blushing!

And from the looks of it, Mr. Suaveandtoocoolforautomaticmode was in the same boat, his skull glowing a vibrant orange. “s-shit. i said that outloud, didn’t i?”

“Y-Yep.”

Stretch tittered nervously as he scratched the back of his skull. “m-my bad. so uh…what are your thoughts, h-honeybun?”

You looked down to Stretch’s sitting and blushing form. A smile tugged at your lips as you sat down next to him. He really liked you, didn’t he? Grabbing the remote, you prepare as if you’re about to play another round. “If I win, you take me out to dinner. But if you win, I’ll treat you to Muffets.”

Stretch was at a loss for words, his phalanges fiddling with his remote. “h-heh, i um..,” He cleared his nonexistent throat and smiled. “y-you’ve got yourself a deal, love. just know that i usually order quite a bit from muffets.” 

[benbarnesescape]

Hi If of course you have the time can please please make a Logan fanfic idk maybe fluff or or based on the song Livin la vida loca ???? Idk thank you anyway for your amazing writings😘

La Vida Loca

I don’t know how this evolved the way it did but @harrypotterlovi I hope it’s what you’re looking for. I love LOGAN!! And I tried to balance fluffy Logan with angsty Logan…I really hope I captured that 

Warnings: Language….implications of SMUT 

He hadn’t meant to fall for you. You weren’t his type at all. You reminded him too much of himself - living your life on the edge, pushing people to their limit and getting yourself in situations that otherwise could see you dead.

But you were intriguing as hell. When you walked into his company dinner, your sapphire blue body con dress hitting every curve in your body the right way, lips devil red and asking for trouble, he knew he needed to stay away.

Women like you were dangerous as hell.

He didn’t though. Couldn’t. Every man in the room had spent the night trying to impress you - you, the young, sexy CEO of an new technology that would change cyber security - and you were bored. Except him. He watched you coolly from the other side of the room, Will’s words lost on his ears as his eyes undressed you, trying to get a read on you.

It was why when you walked up to him, demanding a drink for the hour long eye fuck he had been giving you he was taken aback, his mouth agape as you smirked at him. He recovered quickly, buying you a drink and making his intentions clear.

“I don’t do relationships,” he had said bluntly and you smirked, taking the vodka on the rocks and downing it.

“Who said I was looking for a relationship?”

And that was that. You went back to his place where you fucked each other like animals, not allowing either of you to rest and when he woke up the next morning you were gone, no sign that you had ever came.

That had been the first time.

The second time had been months later, at a gala in France. He heard your laugh before he saw you, not surprised to see you surrounded by a group of men trying to impress you as you played a round of Roulette. You had been on a streak apparently, drawing a crowd and he couldn’t help it. He had to know.

He walked toward you like a panther, coolly and with intention to make you his. You didn’t want to admit that you were just intrigued by him as he was too you. You didn’t trust men. They were too finicky, got bored too easily.

You learned that the hard way. You didn’t want to experience that kind of pain again.

Logan was insistent, taking a seat boldly beside you, not regarding the other male suitors as his dark eyes locked onto you.

“I put all my money on black.”

You raised a brow, smirking and pushing your chips forward. He tsked, taking a swig of his drink before saying,

“I don’t want to bet chips.”

“What do you want to beat then? Wasting my time?” the sassy words rolled off of your tongue like whiskey and he chuckled, trying to ignore the way your voice made his cock twitch. He placing a hand on your exposed thigh, giving it a hard squeeze before saying low enough for only you to hear,

“You know what I want.”

You laughed, throwing your head back causing the other men around you to ease a bit, feeling more comfortable in your easy attitude. In truth, you were trying to ignore the way his thumb circled your exposed skin, setting your body on fire. Wanting to feel his hands roam all over you again like months ago.  

“My bet is on red. If I win, and honey I always win, I get what I want. And that doesn’t include a night with you.”

You were impressed, you hated to admit, as he easily leaned against the table, his eyes not leaving yours.

“I hardly doubt that. You may always win but I always get what I want. Always.” 

He had won black that night, the smug bastard. And he was right. He always got what he want. 

Didn’t keep you from staying in his bed though and the next morning he was left with the remnants of your smell on his pillow.

The third time had been purely accidentally. You were both in New Orleans at a conference and you were bored. It had started raining the night before and because of the thick and humid weather, most outside tourist attractions had closed down. It had forced you indoors and you spent the morning jumping from building to building, regretting the white sundress you had worn and the face that you hadn’t thrown on a bra that morning. 

But New Orleans was full of history that you loved to explore so you faced it until finally you made peace with the fact that mother nature had won this fight. 

You had run into him at a coffee shop, drinking chicory coffee and eating a plate of beignets as his dark hair dripped from the rain, his casual button down shirt sticking to his toned body. He looked damn good reading the newspaper, his back planted against the wooden chair before his dark eyes flicked up to you as you cleared your that, drinking in your sheer attire as you asked, 

“Can I join you?” 

You didn’t let show that you knew he had been avoiding you the moment you both had made eye contact across a large and busy room two days earlier at a brunch, or that you were hurt by it. You just took it as his way of saying he had moved on.

The way he looked at you now made you think otherwise.

“Didn’t take you for a tourist kind of girl.” he said, pushing the seat across from him away from the table, offering you the seat.

You rolled your eyes, seating down as a waiter asked for your order. You crossed your arms across your chest, not trying to give him a reason to get you riled up.

“I doubt you know the kind of woman I am.”

He chuckled, taking another sip, his eyes looking down at your cleavage. You watched him back, thanking the waiter softly upon his return as you grabbed your coffee, exposing your breast against the sheer fabric unashamedly.

He groans, placing the cup down and you smirk back at him.

“You’re the kind of woman who can get a man like me in a lot of trouble.”

“Likewise.”you mumble back.

It takes exactly fifteen minutes before your both crashing into his hotel room, peeling each others clothes off like savages as your mouths clash against each other in need. You don’t remember dozing off but when you wake up he’s ordered room service and offers to watch a movie and you spend the rest of the time fucking and cuddling with him, trying to get a handle on the kind of man he is.

The final time you see him is at a golf tournament that his father’s thrown and he’s different. He’s guarded and curt and the charming man you’ve come to love is hidden behind a deposition of guarded darkness.

When your eyes lock with his across the lounge, you see something else, a vulnerable part of him that he quickly shields by turning and grabbing another drink. You’re paired with him and his father, along with a colleague that has mentored you and you understand quickly his distance.

His father finds opportune moments to attack his handsome, intelligent son causing Logan to set his jaw in angry silence, trying to focus on the game. Your colleague is used to it, ignoring the remarks but as each hole progresses you find yourself unbearably protective of him.

Logan was running his fathers business successfully. He had given you advice to double your numbers and even connected you with some of his colleagues. You were impressed by him and you were easily unimpressed.

By the 18th hotel you lost it.

“What the hell do you know about your son?” You asked incredulously, after he’s made a dig about the way Logan has handled some new clients, causing all three men to look at you.

Victor smirks, looking you up and down before replying, 

“Fucking my son doesn’t validate what you know about him.” 

Logan, who had been watching beside his father grips his hands around his club tightly but you roll your eyes, 

“Fucking has nothing to do with this. Listen, Victor, I know you’re brilliant but your son is equally intelligent and quite frankly has a better take on your company philosophy than you do. You have no goddamn right to attack him, least of all in front of business partners. I’m unimpressed and downright disgusted from it.”

You turned on your heel, storming off to your cart and driving back to your room. 

The hell with that.

Logan knocked on your door an hour later, a bottle of champagne in hand, a shy smile on his face.

He hadn’t met to fall for you and yet you were giving him every reason to. 

“No one has ever stood up to my father.” he says cautiously, leaning against the door frame. you barely hear the last part, “Least of all to defend me.” 

You try to control you face from betraying the way your heart breaks. Logan was a cocky asshole who thought he was entitled to the world but he was also gently and compassionate even if he didn’t want to admit it. You grab his shirt, pulling him into your room.

“You deserve better than to deal with that shit.” you simply say and his mouth is falling on your, his arms quickly drawing you in. 

“Like I said before angel,” he whispers against your lips, “you’re the kind of the woman that’s going to get a man like me in trouble.”